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maybe she shouldn’t be this wild with lust so close to her best friend—god, their past was woven with innocent sleepovers, giggling dms about crushes, and braiding each other’s hair until it shimmered. but now, her pussy thrummed with a fierce, unyielding pulse, ignited by freya’s every sultry word. a wicked, playful grin spread across her face, her eyes flashing with a bold, seductive gleam as she straddled freya’s hips. her head tipped back, savoring the sight of freya’s fingers, strong and possessive, digging into the bare, plush curve of her arse like they were carved for it. she rolled her hips harder, a slow, deliberate grind, pressing herself into those hands, letting freya feel the heat radiating from her core. it wasn’t just the “babygirl” that pulled a moan from her lips—though the word alone sent a delicious shiver racing down her spine. it was freya’s low, teasing murmur about her cunt, the promise of those fingers sliding where she ached most. the moan curled deep in her throat, spilling out rich and needy, followed by a breathy, reckless giggle. her teeth dragged slowly over her bottom lip, a hungry edge to the motion. “don’t tease me now,” she purred, her voice thick with desire, mouth parting as she rocked in a steady, sensual rhythm against freya’s grip. “keep talking like that, and i’ll be craving your tongue next, tasting every bit of me.” her grin turned primal, and she leaned down, lips brushing freya’s neck, hot breath teasing the sensitive skin. her teeth grazed lightly, then nipped, leaving a fleeting, possessive mark. every sway of her body was a challenge, her curves pressing closer, skin humming with raw want, chasing the electric promise of freya’s touch, her taste, and the dizzying heat of what might unravel next.

the back of her mind was a clouded paradox. endless thoughts of what if's plaguing her mind when it came to velvet. the only thing that was apparent -- was what they did. the stickiness of the sheets and the dried sweat on her nude form evidence of the crime they had committed. looking over at velvet, the ray of sunshine to her midnight rain, freya had always cared deeply for the other woman. from the way she smiled to the way she smelled were all addictive qualities when it came to her best friend. freya just couldn't believe they had actually went through with it . . . of course with the help of alcohol. with a heap of shaky breath, her breasts were now on full display for velvet, the thin sheet that once clung to her skin falling to her lap. her nipples erect by nature as a pink hue painted her cheeks. clenching her thighs together in a tight and swift motion, the tiny heartbeat between her legs now synced in rhythm with the heart in her chest. "fuck," a soft moan fell from her lips as she arched her back, the warmness of her mouth painting goosebumps all over her porcelain skin. "i never knew you were so good with your mouth, babygirl." she leans into the feeling, greedy as she's desperate for more. "uh huh." freya smiles as she's quick to pull velvet onto her lap, her hands gripping her ass with force. "feels toned and perky to me." her voice trails off. "part of me wonders . . . " she pauses for a second as her fingers draw circles on her inner thighs. "how my finger would feel deep inside your tight cunt."

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her thumb hovered over the screen, then slipped into her mouth, pressing to the roof in a lazy, teasing motion as she reread his last text. it was filthy in just the right way, and it lit a pulse between her legs that hadn’t fully gone quiet since earlier. the faint stickiness still clung to her pussy, a wet little echo of what they'd done, and just the memory had her clenching around nothing. round two was overdue—but this time, it wouldn’t be her fingers making her moan. it’d be his tongue. his cock. his mouth dragging curses out of her. with a smirk, she rolled her eyes at how quickly he could ruin her composure and turned toward the closet. hangers rattled as she rifled through them, not for comfort—no, this was about control. seduction. power. her fingers landed on a black blazer, sleek and sharp. she slipped it on, the inside cool against her bare breasts. no bra. nothing underneath. the open front framed the swell of her chest like a deliberate invitation. her blonde hair fell over her shoulder, brushing against the lapel. she adjusted it slowly, watching herself in the mirror. serious in cut, sinful in execution. she looked like trouble—because she was. heels came next. she stepped into them with a practiced sway, hips shifting as she rose onto her toes, body curving into its full potential. her thighs rubbed lightly together, and it sent a warm jolt straight up her core. 

she picked up her phone again, thumbs moving fast.

[ sms : amber ]: aren’t you worried? what if the uber driver’s hot? could sneak in a quickie before i even saw you… you know, with the easy access?

she giggled softly to herself, closing the thread and pulling up her rideshare app. the car was three minutes away. her pulse quickened. when the car pulled into the driveway, she stepped out into the open night—bare skin meeting cool air, nipples tightening instantly beneath the blazer’s lapels. the driver blinked, hard, eyes doing a double take as she glided into the backseat, sliding in slow, legs parting just enough as she sank into the plush leather. her fingernails brushed the edge of the driver’s seat before drifting down to her thigh, right where the blazer split. she leaned back with a low exhale, legs slightly parted, no panties to hide how wet she still was. her phone lit up again in her hand.

[ sms : amber ]: you want me to facetime you? only fair—if someone else is looking at me like this, you should at least get to watch me squirm.

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this was wrong on so many levels, tanner knew better than to still be hooking up with her, something that could ruin years worth of friendship, all for some fun. but god she was worth it. dangerous but in the best kind of way. she'd always left him craving and wanting more, and it was hard to stay away from her. the way her breath caught in her throat when they were together, the quiet noises she'd try to keep to herself, and now here she was sending him photos, teasing him. she could ruin him with just a look and that in itself wasn't smart for him. it was like playing with fire, and tanner had never learned how to back down from a challenge, but instead just keep going back for more. every photo had him typing her another message, needing her to come over now more than ever before. when she'd finally sent the last one he knew he could spin it in a way to get her there.

[ sms : tanner ]: don't i always?

the first time they'd gotten together it had been a fluke, something they could chalk up to drinking too much. only then it had kept happening, again, and again, and then it seemed like everytime her boyfriend was working she was slipping her way into his room. it was the best and worst kind of secret, and while he should have had some kind of regret, he didn't. there wasn't a single thing that tanner regretted about it, finding himself just wanting her more and more each time.

[ sms : tanner ]: don't bother putting clothes on, wear a jacket, give the uber drive a show.

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some had windchimes. others had velvet’s laughter, sweet and unruly, bouncing off the walls like a song too full to stay still, before landing in a hush across the bed. she noticed the way freya’s teeth sank into her bottom lip, and for a second, velvet wondered what thoughts were hiding behind that bite. if she pressed a hand to her chest, would her heart be racing just as fast? but it was the compliment that tipped her. soft words, wrapped in heat, slipping under her skin like warm honey. she shifted closer, letting herself melt into the space between them until her fingers found the thin fabric barely clinging to freya’s body, doing nothing to hide her. yeah, sure, they were best friends and the lines were all smudged, soaked in leftover wine and maybe something more. but honestly, how was anyone supposed to stay calm with freya still naked beside them? her fingers tugged the blanket down, slow and deliberate, until freya’s breasts spilled into the open air—soft, full, flushed with warmth. they rose gently with her breath, like something sacred, skin catching the dim light in a way that made her want to worship. the nipples were already tight, whether from the cool air or something else, and velvet paused, lips parting, caught between wonder and want. she giggled, light and wicked, before leaning in—head dipping, tongue swirling in slow, lazy circles, waiting to feel any shift, any pull, any sign that said keep going. she savored the way her mouth met skin, each warm breath, each heartbeat stretching the moment out just a little longer. “does it?” she asked with a grin, eyes lifting to catch freya’s. “all toned and perky, hm?”

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"Sorry, babe. I thought you should also wake up and smell the smell of sweat and bad decisions." Although she wasn't precise on what her words exactly meant, she didn't consider their hookup one of those bad decisions. It was more like the mixture of alcohol and promiscuities with others that fell under that category. Covering her bare breasts with the thin sheet she turned to face Velvet, her gaze finding hers. In all honesty, she could stare into her blue hues forever, which Freya had often found herself wrapped up in, but she tried to suffice her feelings for her best friend. "Did we..." She swallows as she bites her bottom lip, her heart starting to pick up beats per minute. "Fuck?" The question was valid despite the circumstances lingering on the tip of her tongue. After all, she was still trying to pick up the pieces from last night and it's not like she woke up naked next to her best friend every day. "Your ass.... looked really good in that sunlight, by the way." Freya commented, wondering if she was crossing any boundary between the two. Her mouth wanting to flirt, but her mind telling her to stop. @thedevilspread

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scrawled in some glossy cosmo bible was the first commandment: don’t fuck your boyfriend’s mates. printed in delicate cursive, probably blessed by a dewy-skinned influencer bathed in soft lighting and faux virtue. amber didn’t blink. she slid a manicured finger across the page, turned it like it bored her—which it did. she knew the rule. she just didn’t give a damn. not when tanner tasted better than loyalty ever could. tanner—fuck. tanner. tall, rough-edged, dangerous in a way that made you feel it in your throat and lower. that single earring dangled like a secret, always catching the light right before he did something he shouldn’t. he looked like sex on two legs—crooked grin, bruised knuckles, that kind of swagger that made her pulse race and panties wet. he didn’t play nice. he played dirty. and god, she loved it. now, she was stretched out across her queen-sized bed, skin bare, flushed, divine. the silk sheets clung to her hips, slipping lower with every shift, every breath.

her phone rested in one hand while the other traced the outline of her breast, teasing herself just enough to stay on edge. light spilled across her body, catching the slick sheen on her inner thigh, the arch of her back, the way her lips stayed just slightly parted—waiting. she sent him photos. slow. deliberate. hungry little snapshots of her unraveling. each one dirtier than the last—fingers brushing over wet skin, nipples peaked and aching, her body bent in ways that said come ruin me. his replies were instant. frantic. she smiled. slow and sinful. she loved him like this—needy, wrecked, begging at her feet. her fingers slid between her thighs, slick and warm, and she pressed down with a hiss. slow circles. shallow dips. just enough to keep her gasping. her back arched as pleasure coiled tight in her belly, and a breathy moan slipped from her lips like a promise. another buzz. come over, he begged. she giggled, lips curling as she licked them clean and typed back, fingers still wet from where they’d just been. 

[ sms: amber ]: only if you make it worth my while.

open: f connection: exes, fwb, something taboo ( love that ), honestly anything tbh let ur mind run wild etc: if you want one of my other guys just lmk !

it had been a slow day at work, so tanner took off early and found himself up at the bar. he knew that once the weekend started and the tourists started checking in tomorrow that things would get busier, so tonight he was going to enjoy himself instead. and maybe he'd enjoyed himself a little too much as he found himself scrolling through his phone, looking at a few pictures that probably weren't meant for the public eye, and definitely not at his place of work - but he didn't care. pulling up her number, he didn't think twice before sending off the first of too many texts.

[ sms: tanner ]: how you look when you're wet is something i can't forget

hitting send he could only smirk at himself, knowing that she wouldn't be expecting it, or maybe she was thinking about him too? now that was something he could get behind.

[ sms: tanner ]: i just wanna kiss your lips [ sms: tanner ]: the ones between your hips

this wasn't the kind of person he was, the drunk texter, or needy for that matter - but there was just something about her that he could never get out of his mind.

[ sms: tanner ]: come over

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for someone who was used to the flair that trailed after liquor like cheap perfume, velvet figured by now some company should’ve slapped a warning label on the bottle: may cause entanglements with the unexpected. god knows the odds were always high. but even then, nothing could've braced her for this. the weight beside her was warm, familiar in a way that made her stomach twist. bare skin brushed against hers as an arm shifted, loose and careless beneath the tangle of sheets. it took a beat—maybe two—for her brain to swim up through the haze, for her senses to catch up with the stir beside her. then came the voice, loud and sharp, slicing through the fog like a cracked bell—something one would’ve usually found attached to a chocolate factories and golden ticket-loving cosplayer, said with a lilt far too bright for this hour. “babe,” velvet croaked, throat raw, one eye cracking open. and there—right there in the dim light—was the curve of a bare back she knew too well. freya. the name stayed trapped behind her teeth, heavy and sour as last night’s gin. she flinched, instinctive and sharp, pulling back like she'd been burned—almost as fast as the night had unraveled. her gaze swept the scene, taking in every tangled inch before a breathless laugh slipped out, cracked at the edges. “well, fuck,” she muttered, a smirk curling slow and reluctant. “about time, i guess?”

* ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ freya rhodes. 32.

* ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ freya and her platonic bff just woke up in bed together after a crazy night out.

* ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ anyone. mutuals / non-mutuals welcome.

As the sunlight peered through the sliver in the blinds and the noisy sound of birds chirping encapsulated their once silent hotel room, the blonde was stirred awake. Her head, which felt like it could fall off at any minute was the first thing she had noticed in her wakened state. The fact that her thin sheets clung so tightly to her nude physique was the second thing that became apparent. The third thing, the hungover Freya who already felt like she was going to upchuck, wasn't prepared for in the slightest. Her best friend, laying ever so peacefully next to her, their bare ass metaphorically speaking 'Good morning starshine, the Earth says hello!' to the world just as the sun did moments prior. Sitting up in bed, she tried to rationalize the situation. Maybe they were just naked... because? Because of what? She had thought. Although, with the way her head was hurting, she really didn't have much brain power to think. She needed their help. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bacy!" Freya called out, as cheerful as ever, but her tone was definitely sarcastic.

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5.11.2025 from sabrina's instagram;

26 years of jokes not landing

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trainee x idol ship? i need that in my life. a cute ship where he or his group are helping produce their debut album and he’s completely infatuated with her. so much so the other members tease him or hell they all like her? drama? poly? who knows.

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DUA LIPA via Instagram (March 26, 2025)

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SABRINA CARPENTER on the red carpet for SNL50: The Anniversary Special

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"i don’t know why you’re so baffled when i’ve basically been waving neon signs in your face for two years. do you really think i’d be this possessive if i didn’t care?"

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❝ Wait, did you just say you love me? ❞

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amber damn near got a kick out of making him laugh like that, but like hell would she ever admit it. instead, she fired back, “someone hot and famous? yeah, i’m thrilled i managed to find him. maybe take a little pause in the magazine aisle, stalk twitter—keep an eye on some red carpet shots, see just how good his hand looks on my arse.”

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chase had to laugh at the comment, his head shaking before he could reply. ❝ someone hotter? yeah, he looked pretty hot last week with his mugshot spread across every magazine in sight. really happy that you found yourself a winner there. ❞ 

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"oh please, if you were strapped to vanity fair’s lie detector, it’d be having a full-on meltdown. you’re into me—you’re just mad i found someone hotter."

open: m / f / nb

❛  believe me, you weren’t my first choice either.  ❜

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he knew he couldn’t linger, couldn’t sink his teeth into her for too long—her voice, sharp and teasing, cut through the haze, reminding him to keep his eyes on the endless ribbon of road unfurling before them. streetlights flickered, casting fleeting golden pools on the asphalt, a dim world ignited just for them. but damn, he couldn’t tear himself away. her breasts were his midnight feast, soft and warm, a velvet temptation he’d trade anything to keep devouring. his fingers grazed her bare thigh, where her dress had rucked up, revealing the sinful lace of her panties—delicate, barely-there, a tease woven in thread. she always knew what to wear, didn’t she? those skimpy panties, the tight singlets she strutted around the gym in, every curve a taunt, every sway a dare. he groaned against her skin, her nipples pebbled and pert, flexing under the wet drag of his tongue. they betrayed her, screaming how much she ached for him, how she burned. the road flashed in his peripheral—a quick, jolting flicker—and he snapped out of the trance, pulling back just enough to let her steer them straight. still, his fingers drifted to his lips, slick with spit, wiping away the taste he wasn’t ready to let go of.

it didn't really occur to her that getting in the car of one of her instructors late at night might have been crossing a line. after all it was just a sports class so she loved how much fun she had in his class so why wouldn't she want to hang out with him outside of it? plus there were so many other people in the class that she hadn't realized how much she wanted his individual attention until now. with the window down, her hair was whipping around while she bopped her head to the music without notice of how exposed she was until her nipples felt the brush of cool air. "oops," she said, about to pull up her tank top until his hand moved over to touch them. "oh! what about the-?" her question about paying attention to the road immediately dissolved into a whimper once his mouth was on her and making her arch toward him so he could have access to as much as he wanted. never did she think the wet dream she had about him would actually become a reality.

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by the way, if anyone ever asked what sunglasses were perched on her nose, evelyn would never tell them. they’d always find out on their own, catching the neatly inscribed chanel lettering gleaming on the side of the frames. that’s just what happened when you were filthy rich like her—material possessions became fleeting, easily replaced with a swipe of a card. yesterday, her world had been bathed in an amber glow. today, it was tinted in a pink haze as she sauntered into the studio like she owned the place. and in a way, she did. not on paper, but in presence. talent alone had carved out her claim—her voice could shatter egos, bend melodies to her will, leave people stunned. and yet, somehow, not him. “you say that like it doesn’t take a second to fall into rhythm with you,” she purred, crossing the room without hesitation, the sway of her hips just deliberate enough. she reached the stool by the mic, dropped onto it with all the effort of someone who knew they’d be waited on regardless. her gaze flicked over him, half-lidded, half-bored. “let me guess. we’re rehearsing the same thing today? some dull, lovesick anthem about your wife?”

open : female / non-binary muse : conrad finlay. thirty two. lead of a band. plot inspo : linked in the source

conrad had his back propped against the doorway of the studio as he watched the scene unfold before him like a reality show. voices clashed, instruments half-tuned, someone swearing about a missed cue. same shit, different day. but then they walked in, late as always, sunglasses still on like they weren't stepping into a dimly lit room, and within moments, everything else faded to background noise. his eyes skimmed over them like he was still trying to figure out if they were the best thing that ever happened to the band or the storm that was about to ruin it all. "nice of you to show up," he deadpanned. "figured we’d have to start without you. again."

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"we could slap a dog collar around that pretty throat, bedazzle it with my initials—just so everyone knows who you belong to if you ever wander too far," velvet teased with a wicked little shrug.

muse ▻ zack morales, late 20’s (fc: paul mescal) open to ▻ masculine/female/non-binary characters!

ㅤㅤ"What?" Zack questions. "Want me to be a good boy for you? Bet you'd be having me barking and behaving real nice for ya'."

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getting all hot and heavy with him in a corner booth at the club or on the couch at a house party, and he’s trying to convince you to cockwarm him right there. he’s got his hand on the back of yours, pressing your palm into his crotch to show you how hard you’ve made him, all the while talking all low in your ear. “need to feel you so bad. i can’t wait. just sit on it, baby. come on, nobody will notice.”