#ft.pageofpenandfables

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Silas' family had been more than hospitable to the young starlet and the crew surrounding her current production. With full board, she'd actually found her home away from home to be quite a relaxing environment. Of course, it was one she hadn't been used to. Her LA mentality had adjusted well, though. There was, however, a particular factor in her situational enjoyment. Silas' wanton gaze had left Luxe feeling especially confident in her 'attributes'.

After seeking out the solace of fresh air on the cool night, Luxe had meandered out onto the porch, sheathed in a dressing gown and a pair of cowboy boots, the least she could do to cover up the scantly fabric of her pajamas. The blonde had presumed she'd been alone, until she bared witness to the older, very much married male, and the pit of her toned stomach fluttered in his wake. "I saw you were on set today." Having filmed a particularly sexual scene earlier that morning. "So what do you think? Am I out of a job, or getting an Oscar?"

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Daphne's lips parted just enough to allow the escape of every soft, whimpering gasp that followed each clumsy roll of her hips. Hands knotting in the material of her skirt in a weak bid to cover herself up, she attempted to look past her innocent humiliation, cheeks tinged rouge as she failed to meet his gaze at every turning. After all, her inexperience wasn't exactly hidden, vulnerability like this such a foreign concept to the virginal redhead. And yet, ever since she had met Holden she had craved his approval. From her very first day on set as the studio's new weather girl, the auburn femme had sought out his attention, even if receiving it had left her a shy, stammering mess. Each drag of her now glistening clit against her soaking panty had her thighs practically trembling, breathing shallow as each shaky breath supported the rise and fall of her lingerie clad bust, practically spilling from the half cup with each rock of her lower half. "O-Oh God-- I'm gonna--Holden..." Barely able to string together her sentences as her eyes flickered closed, a moan fell from trembling lips, instincts telling her to hasten her grinding, seeking the relief his thigh provided in desperation. "Touch me...Please? P-Please, I want...I want you..."

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"oh babygirl, you're doing perfect..." holden praised in encouragement for her to continue, eyes glued to the way she rocked herself back and forth against the top of his thigh, smirking as the wet spot in the center of the thin fabric keeping her covered grew thicker over the material and her panted whines grew more consistent. it was everything his self control could muster to not toss her onto her back and bury himself until be burst against the heat between her thighs; but there was no rush. the male had no intention of letting someone else come close to touching her before him (or after) and he enjoyed watching her crack little by little, listening to her whimper for him while on the verge of breaking down all over against him without having so much as touched her himself, aside from the way he dragged his fingers up and down along the outside of her bare thighs- it was intoxicating, to say the least, for someone his age. "you are an absolute sight, angel - i could never get enough of watching you like this."

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Frankie was one of the first to vilify her decision, even if it were a cliché. He wasn't a stranger to the phenomena, you were never supposed to be happy about your ex moving on, let alone getting married. Even if it was his own idiocy that fumbled their relationship. While he had maintained that this was a huge mistake, pulling an 'I told you so' felt wasted. It wasn't like he would get any enjoyment out of pointing out her lapse in judgement now. Even if he had pictured it a thousand times. Hands stuffed into his pockets, he waited at the door, unable to tear his eyes away from her as he considered the ramifications of breaking her runaway grooms fucking legs. "It wasn't a terrible idea." He sighed, practically in defeat, and moved to squat down in front of her, aimlessly taking her hand in his own so that he didn't have to look in her eyes whilst he spoke, afraid he would end up in jail if he saw how much that douchebag had upset her. "He was just a terrible fucking asshole. Stupid fuck doesn't know what he's missing out on...I mean, look at you. You're perfect." A vague hand gesture in her direction, about as vulnerable as he would permit himself to be in his attempt to make her feel even slightly better.

open to anyone | aubrie was dumped the day before she was supposed to get married | connection: anything that fits (( or (: that you make fit )) k-list & rules

"if you're coming in here to gloat... can you just, not right now.." this was meant to be her out, her shot at normalcy - something too many around her saw as more of a long winded joke running it's course - most expecting aubrie to change her mind first; to come to her senses as they called it. but it only insulted her, too prideful to ever admit the idea of spending her life with someone she didn't love for hope of stability. a thought that now insulted her entire being each time it passed through her mind. she sucked in the emotions working her over, letting out a sigh as she finally lifted her attention enough to glance up from where she sat, "everyone said it was a terrible idea, and everyone was right."