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due to their closeness, kennedy could feel the way his hand move beneath his slacks, and it has her shifting uncomfortably. with each bump of the train, he feels him between her legs, barely beneath her skirt and she squeals quietly. doesn't want to make a scene, but her eyes flash around, hoping somebody could see what was going on. "w - what are you doing?" kennedy chokes out quietly, flashing her eyes back at the stranger. "stop it, please."

it's not hard to notice where her eyes go, and he's smirking. he tells himself he shouldn't be doing this, but he's started now and nothing can stop him from getting off. he finds himself massaging himself until he's at least semi hard, pulls his hand back and then twists his body so he can 'make more room' but it's more so she can feel the bulge in his pants as the train stutters along. every minor bump would have his cock pressed up against her, grinding into her, through the thin layer of fabric.

#* re: kennedy alexander. #holyfauks

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passive and bashful, kennedy absolutely hated taking public transportation. but it was either that, or take the very long way home from the library. she chose the former, her back pressed against a pole as she tried to make space between her and the handsome stranger she's practically pressed up against. she's so close, of course it's obvious to see his hand disappearing behind his slacks. eyes widen, jaw drops, and kennedy looks from his waist to his eyes, then gazes away, hoping he was just readjusting himself or something.

muse: freddie grant. 35. heterosexual. top. talent agent.

starter:  open to all: stranger, step / fam member, his talent, etc.

plot: your muse and freddie are on a busy train together & he can't keep it in his pants.

the late night commute is grueling. he sees so many hot women all day long, usually he can wait until he gets home. but there on that train, going for an hour longer and with HER so close to him? well. he can't help it. they're pressed up against each other, moving along with the motion of the train. their knees touching, though it's dark enough in the evening that he suspects no one but her will be able to see what he does. he reaches beneath his slacks, practically cramping his hand as he massages his groin, presses his shoulder against her as he begins to harden within his palm.

#* re: kennedy alexander. #holyfauks

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open to women. any connection to either one of the boys. made with beta. closed

"come on, man, she's already drunk." johnny groans, leaning his head against the doorframe. the party had ended about half an hour ago, yet there were still a few stragglers. the three of them included. lifting up his beer, he takes a swing before shaking his head at the other two.

"shut up, j. the party's just started." mikael chuckles, rolling his eyes before his gaze shifts towards the girl on the couch. "besides, it's just one more shot. she can handle her alcohol." hand curls around the woman's thigh, gliding his hand up towards her inner thigh, giving her a gentle squeeze while his other hand proffers the drink. "isn't that right, baby?"

#* re: johnny grey. #* re: mikael olin. #johnny is the gentle one while mikael is pure evil btw #idfk i just want them to fk a pretty girl #indie smut rp #indie kink rp

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open to men. based on: give me a historical plot where a princess, bound to marry the prince, becomes the target of his father, the kings, sexual desires.

"your majesty," gentle tone echos inside the chamber as lady hannah enters the kings chambers. her guards follow, but she gives them a simple nod to have them wait outside for her instead. young woman gives the king a beaming smile, head bowing momentarily before she's pushing blonde hair behind her ear shyly. "i was told you wanted to see me?"

#* re: hannah carver. #indie kink rp #indie smut rp

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ANNE HATHAWAY for Bulgari (2023)

#* re: faceclaims. #she's been my celeb crush since like... i dont even know #shes laways been so beautiful and CONTINUES #need to use/write against her asap pslss #* re: opposite.

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melissabarreram: ✌🏼

#* re: faceclaims. #* re: opposite.

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Alexander Skarsgård in MR. & MRS. SMITH (2024) S01E01: First Date

#* re: faceclaims. #* re: opposite.

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ask me to wear ur daughters clothes and call me by her name as you do disgusting things to me for your pleasure please

#* re: wanted plot.

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PEDRO PASCAL confirmed as Fink the Fox for THE WILD ROBOT

#* re: opposite. #he's still my 1 :)

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♡ cindy kimberly for vogue spain

#* re: faceclaims. #* re: opposite.

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she had followed every safety step her parents had told her to follow. didn't post anything revealing her move or location on social media, hell, she barely even used social media. she was cautious over where she went, cautious what she told people, changed her number. and yet here he stands, and it scares her that he found her. "billy.. i... you can't be here. i have a restraining order." madison tells him, trying to make her shaky voice still as she stumbles backwards. nearly yelps as he puts his hand on her, and his smile leaves chills down her back. his question has her lips parting, holding her breath breifly. was there some part of her, deep down in the sick abyss of her stomach, that kind of missed him? missed who he was before the obsession kicked in? or even, missed the obsession? it was sick, and she hates herself for that small inkling she shoves down. "no, i.. i.. please. you, you have to go. i don't want you here."

he knows he shouldn't be here. he knows it's fucking creepy that he found out her new address in the first place after they moved away, but he's missed her. badly. so what's wrong with a little checking up on his favorite ex-girlfriend? okay, admittedly, madison is is only ex-girlfriend, but that's definitely only because there's never been another girl like her and not because he's nerd who most girls wouldn't even look twice at. it's totally his choice. putting his foot in between the door to keep it from slamming in his face, billy quickly steps into the house before she can try again. "hi, madison", he says casually as if his appearance isn't completely out of line, "it's great to see you again." quickly bridging the distance between the two of them, one hand coming to rest on her hip to keep her from running from him, he flashes her a warm smile. "i missed you, baby. tell me you missed me too."

#* re: madison cortez. #wickedlvst

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it all happens so fast. one moment chloe was enjoying her first drink and mingling among her family members and friends, feeling lively and excited to celebrate her birthday. the next, she feels her vision become blurry and her skin feel warm, her insides fluttering and her body light. it wasn't a bad feeling, in fact, she felt pretty good - and if this is what alcohol does to her, she isn't sure why she never tried it before. "o - okay, yeah. that sounds fine." she agrees with a slow nod of her head, a warm, and lopsided smile appearing on her lips. uses his tall frame as a way to keep herself up, leaned against him as she follows behind, nearly tripping in her sparkly heels as she does so. chloe looks around the room, her fingers waving a little at the familiar faces she's seen growing up as sebastian sister. "yes, hi. thank... you guys for coming to my party." she slurs before clearing her throat. she lets out a small oof, then a giggle as she's placed on sebastians lap, not thinking much of it, but she does tug her little black dress down a bit over her thighs, crossing at her ankles before leaning herself back against her brother. "what are you guys... playing?"

"right, having started to drink and smoking weed occasionally is definitely very badass", sebastian teases her good-naturedly, an amused chuckle following his words when she begins to pat his chest, "sorry for underestimating you." by now, it's beyond obvious that the drug is working just right, leaving her dizzy and intoxicated. "you're just not used to drinking, i'm sure", he responds reassuringly, grasp around her slim waist tightening, all too gladly exploiting the excuse to keep her steady. one hand raises to brush his fingertips over her cheek, secretly loving having her pressed so close against him. "why don't we had over to my friends then? you can sit down, maybe have a glass of water and we can play a little game while you rest. does that sound good to the birthday girl, hmm?" one eyebrow raised, he doesn't fully wait for her response, but instead, uses the hold he has around her waist to guide her into his big and airy room where a few of his friends are already waiting while drinking, smoking and playing cards. "the birthday girl decided she wants to join us. right, chloe?", he announces, arm still wrapped around her waist, a little smirk gracing her lips. before she gets the chance to pick a place of her own, he slumps down onto one of the big chairs, the only free sitting spot, pulling her onto his lap with him.

#* re: chloe storm. #wickedlvst

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Jon Bernthal | Daredevil 2x09

#* re: faceclaims. #* re: opposite.

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♡ lola tung for vogue beauty secrets

#* re: faceclaims. #shes a cutie lemme use her and give me all of her tbhhh

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#* re: wanted plot. #omfggg need

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"oh, i'm just teasing you, ev. i'm glad you waited this long instead of slumming it down with those horrid boys we went to high-school with." meanwhile, paige explored her sexuality as much as she could growing up, and even though she embraced it, she was protective of evangelines innocence. paige laughs at her sisters questions and worries, placing a comforting hand on evangelines knee as she stayed kneeled beside her. "he might, i mean, look at you. i'd be surprised if you two make it to dinner." she tells her, free hand motioning across evangeline, admiring her own work she's done on her before her head tilts. "do you think you're ready for that? does that make you nervous?"

"oh come on, paige, twenty-one isn't that old for a first date." right? especially if you aren't interested in a steady line of meaningless hook-ups like so many of her friends were. "i was just waiting for someone who seemed to be interested in something serious." okay, and admittedly a little scared to step her toes into the dating scene, always nervous to end up falling short, to not measure up, to fuck something up. "just all of the questions?", evangeline responds, words followed by a sheepish giggle, "what do you think he'll want to do?" hazel eyes widen. "you don't think he'll want to do...it...on our first date, right?" it probably doesn't take a genius to figure out that the blonde is still a virgin, in the classic meaning of the word but in so many other areas as well. the furthest she's gone thus far was kiss a girl behind a tree after a church picnic, after all.

#* re: paige caulfield. #wickedlvst

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his hand around her thigh tightens, his head tilting sideways as he continues to cloud over her. he surely picked a pretty little thing to entertain himself with. "your friends?" john repeats before letting out a laugh, his knee lifting over the bed and onto the other side of her, now towering over her while his free hand glides up her side. "you mean the friends who didn't give two shits about you last night? they practically shoved you into my arms while you stumbled around the bar all lost and confused. i might've used too much of a strong dose but, it worked out okay." his hand glides up until his large palm cups around one of her tits. "this is your new home. don't worry, you're gonna like it. gonna treat you nice, baby." and then he squeezes her tit in her hand, thumb brushing over her perky nipple.

it hits her hard and fast. Maybe it should have before. But the man grabs her leg, holding it down against the mattress as he leers at her. Wyatt feels sick. Sick with panic and nerves and whatever drugs or alcohol or both are mixing around in her stomach. She swears for a second she knows this man from somewhere, but her dizzied head can't place where. All she can place is him saying this is her new home, the way he calls her baby. It rings in her ears and her heart races. "No," she mutters, trying to fight her way up the bed and out of his grip, away from him. "No this isn't my home. And I'm not your baby. Let me go right now. My friends will look for me."

#* re: john kinnley. #in de cent