busy woman.

starlight, 27 years, she/her, br timezone

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but if you want my kisses i'll be your perfect missis till the day that one of us dies 

27 years, smut blog, selective. - muses - banned - starters

main rules under cut, muses and banned page under construction!

I reserve the right to be selective, and I will block you if I feel uncomfortable

I don't write any taboo in this blog!

My mostly banned fcs are Amber Heard, Elizabeth Olsen and Holland Roden

No godmodding

I don't write MXM, because I don't trust myself writing and I am selective with F/M pairings

[cherrythorn]

Olivia’s breath hitched, turning into a fragmented gasp that caught somewhere in her throat. The sensation of Clara’s fingers clipping her nipple sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core, making the surrounding music blur into a distant, pulsating thrum. She felt heavy, her body seemingly liquid under Clara’s touch, and the weight of her own chest felt even more pronounced as it pressed against her friend’s palm, aching for more than just the teasing pressure.

She didn't care about the anonymity of the crowd anymore. The world had shrunk down to the heat of Clara’s breath against her ear and the sharp, intoxicating spark of the nip to her lobe. A flush crept up from her collarbone, painting her skin a deep, betrayed rose. She felt reckless, the kind of untethered madness that only Clara ever seemed to pull out of her.

Olivia’s hands tightened in Clara’s hair, her knuckles white, pulling the brunette closer until there wasn't a fraction of an inch left between them. She arched her back, a silent, desperate invitation that pushed her body firmly into Clara’s space.

"Don't you dare ask me that and expect a polite answer," Olivia murmured, her voice a ragged, breathless vibration against Clara’s skin. She tilted her head back, half-lidded eyes tracing the smirk on her friend’s face with a mix of hunger and absolute surrender. Every nerve ending was screaming for the friction they were currently denied by the thin barrier of their clothes.

She leaned in, her lips grazing the sensitive cord of Clara's neck before she moved to whisper back, her tone thick with the very need she was trying to mask. "Forget the hotel. If you take me into that bathroom right now, I don't think I’ll be able to stay quiet. Are you prepared to handle that?"

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Clara could surely say she was enjoying how she was affecting Olivia at this point. It was interesting on her perspective that the only thing that had her focus at the moment, was the redhead and having the full weight of her body on her hands, made Clara shiver with anxiety. They needed to be alone, as soon as they could. The brunette stopped teasing, nipping her breast as she felt the warmth on her hands, enjoying the effect that her touches had on the woman and how pilant she was becoming.

As she whispered on Olivia's ear, eager to take the woman out of the crowd, where everyone could see what they were doing if they paid any attention, Clara was smirking all the way, noticing the flush of her cheeks and stopped kissing her neck, the free hand sliding through her torso, scratching her belly, making sure her nails would mark her skin.

With the hand on her hair tightening the grip, a soft moan escaped from her lips, as Olivia made sure there wasn't an inch between them, pressing her lips against hers, kissing the redhead, another hand holding her waist, so the redhead could be stable and put on the position Clara wanted her to be, soon breaking their kiss, as the woman smiled towards her friend.

At Olivia's leaning against her and lips grazing her neck, the brunette laughed softly at her words, the hand on her waist, moving towards her ass, a light spank given on her. "If I wanted you quiet, Olivia, I could simply gag you, though I suspect you would enjoy being gagged as I fuck you. Come on." Clara removed her hands of the woman, grabbing her shirt with one hand, and other grabbing Olivia's hand, dragging the woman to the nearest female's bathroom. "I expect you to be loud, you know?" She smirked, as both got far from that crowd.

[cherrythorn]

Olivia’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the sudden, sharp spike of adrenaline in her veins. Her breath hitched, suspending in her throat as she caught sight of Aleyna lingering in the doorway. She froze, her fingers still caught in the hem of her shorts, her face flushing a deep, frantic crimson. The shock of being caught in such a vulnerable state was paralyzing, yet the sound of Aleyna’s voice, cool and commanding, sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

She hadn't realized how much she had been craving this specific dynamic until Aleyna’s dark gaze pinned her to the bed. Her thoughts had been entirely consumed by the image of the neurosurgeon all day, nursing a secret, mounting tension that had finally reached its breaking point. Hearing Aleyna’s taunt, the shame evaporated, replaced by a reckless, pulsing need. Olivia’s chest rose and fell rapidly, the silk of her camisole straining against her curves as she let out a shaky, jagged breath.

Meeting Aleyna’s eyes, she didn't look away. Instead, she slowly slid her hand back into the fabric, her fingers finding their rhythm again with newfound intensity. The room grew heavy with the weight of their staring match. If Aleyna wanted a show, Olivia wouldn't deny her. She let another moan escape, louder and more deliberate this time, her body arching instinctively as she leaned into the sensation, emboldened by the silent, intense scrutiny of her roommate.

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Having the sight of her roomate in a vulnerable position wasn't something Aleyna expected when she went home and finished her shift, but she wasn't complaining, a smirk escaped from her lips as the doctor layed against the doorway, not daring to come inside the room, but the only thing she did, was opening the door completly, so she could enjoy properly the vision she was having, as she simply stood there, enjoying the vision of Olivia with a hand on her shorts, still a little bit shocked with her presence, but soon that seemed to change with her instructions.

Aleyna's eyes was focused on the blue eyes of the woman on the bed, not daring to move an inch, as she enjoyed that sight. Aleyna wished she could know what was on Olivia's mind as she had her fingers inside her, secretly hoping that the red woman was thinking of her. She knew that the tension that involved both women would explode at some point, specialy since Aleyna teased and taunted the redhead enough, and that was the moment everything would blow, as the neurosurgeon taunted the woman on the bed on keep going with what she was planning before her arrival.

As she noticed that Olivia, too didn't dared avoid her gaze, the doctor smiled, as the woman began moving her hand, then the moans began and the room grew heavy, as Aleyna began entering the room, walking to stand beside Olivia, eyes never leaving the woman or the hand that the redhead was moving. She sat on the chair inside the room, eyes hypnotized at the sight of Olivia, a smirk appearing on her lips. "Tell me, Olivia, what' going on in this head of yours? Are you thinking of me? My fingers inside of you?" Aleyna taunted again, in a sultry tone. "Do you want my fingers inside of you?" She asked.

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Olivia’s breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound that was quickly swallowed by the thumping rhythm of the bass. As Clara’s hands made contact, the sudden exposure of her skin to the cool and a hand against her large breast sent a shiver racing down her spine. The light, rhythmic squeeze of her breasts against Clara’s palms made her knees go weak. She let out a soft, involuntary moan, her head falling back against Clara's shoulder as the sensation radiated through her entire body, momentarily blinding her to the flashing strobe lights and the pressing throng of dancers.

For several heartbeats, Olivia couldn't find her voice. She felt utterly exposed yet completely electrified, the daring nature of Clara’s touch cutting through the hazy intoxication of the night. She turned her head slightly, her gaze locking with Clara’s as she felt the warmth of her best friend's breath lingering against her skin. Her pulse hammered against her ribs, matching the relentless beat of the music, but all she could focus on was the intense, magnetic pull between them. She didn't need to speak to convey the surge of desire racing through her veins; the way she pressed back into Clara’s touch said enough. Finally catching her breath, she reached out to tangle her fingers into Clara’s hair, pulling her closer. "Yes," she whispered, her voice husky and far steadier than she felt. "Let’s get out of here. Now."

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As Clara watched her best friend, noticing how her breath hitched, she smiled, the music still flowing through her ears, appreciating the sound, that created a nice distraction for the other people there. As she touched one of Olivia's breasts, the woman was noticing every reaction of her friend, how she shivered, still kissing the pale skin of her neck, enjoying the warmth that exhaled from the woman in front of her. Clara tried to keep the squeeze on her breast at the rhythm of the music playing around them and she was midly successfull, hearing the soft moan that escaped from Olivia and how her head fell over her shoulder, the brunette smirked, clipping her nipple between her fingers.

It was bold for Clara to touch Olivia in that way, in special in public, but she was feeling inspired watching the redhead woman on that crowd and the boredom mixed with the need of touching the other woman gave the boost she needed for acting. As she locked her eyes on the gaze of the woman she was holding, Clara smiled. The sparks and the magnetic pull connecting both women that night was burning even brighter and she couldn't help her need to enjoy that moment. Clara was enjoying the pressure of Olivia's body on her and how the woman lingered towards her, a soft moan escaping as Olivia tangled her fingers onto her hair, making sure they were closer. "Then let's go, we can go to the nearest hotel, or the bathroom where I can fuck you properly. Are you that needy, sweetheart?" She whispered on her Olivia's ear, bitting her earlobe.

[cherrythorn]

open to: m/f/nb (21+)

muse: olivia. 40s.

connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.

Oliva laid back against the pillows, her phone in one hand. Her other hand found its way into her shorts and slipped beneath the panties that were already soaked with anticipation. With a soft moan she pressed her fingers against her clit. Giving into desires, she pushed two fingers into her folds, her hips rolling with pleasure. She released a soft breathless moan. The tension in her body began to build, her thighs tensed as arousal curled through her body. Her fingers continued the actions that propelled the movement toward release.

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Since she decided to share a house with Olivia, Aleyna could for sure say that things went smoothly with the other woman, since she had barely any time at home given the fact she was a neurosurgeon. So when Aleyna finally got out of her shift, she went straight home, no hesitation. When she unlocked the door, the first thing she heard was a moan. Curious, the doctor followed the sounds, soon finding herself on the door knob of Olivia's room, opening the door a little bit. The woman was with her phone on one hand and a hand inside her shorts. A soft moan escaped from Aleyna at the sight. "Fuck, Olivia, that’s not what I expect to see when I came home. Thanks for the view." Aleyna smirked. "Go on, keep going." She taunted. "I wanna see how you look when you cum."

[cherrythorn]

based on this nsfw gif

open to: m/f/nb (21+)

muse: olivia. 40s.

connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.

The bass reverberated in the club, and lights blinked the beat in every direction as what felt like a hundred bodies swayed in time on the crowded floor. Olivia was smashed into them, the heat between her and the rest of the humans humming below the beating sound. Her thin top clung to the skin beneath, and with no bra under the top to speak of, every touch of the fabric pressed against body was sending sparks across her chest. Then, without word or explanation, the fingers slipped under the hem and lifted her shirt, quick, smooth, daring, pulling the top up and over her head. She caught her breath momentarily as air rushed to the bare skin where the fabric had just been. The pulse of the bass was matched by her heart, which raced from the sudden chill, her lack of warning, and the breath of the crowd around them. They stared, a spark of electricity passing between them, but this passing moment would surprise both partners, and perhaps everyone else in the crowd lost in the moment.

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Clara knew that clubs were always noisy and sometimes she tried to enjoy her night with some wine and food, but other times, she did enjoyed a club. So accompanying Olivia to a club was the plan of the night and as she studied her best friend there on the middle of the crowd dancing, made the brunette woman really happy. Sitting on a bar stall, she could face her friend properly and pay attention on the crowd, making sure no one would bother her. But she got bored of that, a few minutes later. Sure that nothing would happen, Clara decided to face the crowd herself, so she could spend some time with her friend properly. As she reached the ginger, Clara decided to be bold, as she moved her hands towards the thin top Olivia was wearing, in a smooth quick move, removing from her, a smirk on her lips, noticing how she was without a bra. Clara then began giving kisses on her neck, hands lifting towards her breasts, giving it a light squeeze. "I always told you those breasts of you are perfect, Liv." She murmured. "Do you wanna get out of here?" Clara asked.

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