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FELALE ﹟ a selective dash & discord roleplay blog examining morally grey characters through messy dynamics, blurred lines, and the situations that unravel them. they are ambivalently cherished & curated by 𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎. ( she / her. est. twenty5+. ) content warning: mature themes. those under twenty1 do not interact.
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college professor fucking their star student
student seducing their college professor for some extra credit
rival college classmates that are actually hooking up and studying together <3
free use of the college campus slut by all of my male muses
two female besties using each other to explore each other's sexuality
college professor almost caught fucking their student right before/after class
fucking in the communal showers
fucking in the college parking lot, either against a car or inside one
filming amateur porn videos on campus
giving/receiving hand jobs/blowjobs under the desk
almost getting caught fucking in the library, classroom, bathroom, wherever on college campus in broad daylight
failing student bribing star student into helping them with their grade by providing sexual services
free use of college roommate in their shared dorm <3
performing sex acts in front of the class because it's actually part of the class curriculum
resident frat house doing on-campus sex ed complete with live public sex demonstrations
pompous frat boy does a change my mind booth and the topic is "i'm the best fuck of your life, change my mind"
slutty sorority girl does a change my mind booth and the topic is "my pussy's the best, change my mind"
group study sesh at the library turns into an orgy
its art class and today's models are actively fucking, try recreating that in an hour and a half
fucking in the admin office and accidentally airing their orgasm over the PA system
isn't that the logic is lost on him — just that it feels unfair. he scoffs, stepping back from her. he can't tell yet if he's repulsed by what she did or if he wants to erase it all and just move on. ❛ sure — you didn't cheat. but you know what you did wasn't right, either. that was fucked up and you know it. ❜
“ okay?! ” almost laughing at how ridiculous it was. the best option would be to just move on but aimee made that hard to do. always seeming to further escalate things instead of diffusing it. “ and i'd fuck him again, so what? i don't owe you anything. ”
“ ARE YOU FEELING guilty because i swear she hasn't been acting off with me at all. i told you not to worry. we're good. what has she been asking about? ”
that was a dumb question. of course she felt guilty, just not enough to stop doing it. “ you — what else do you think she's been asking about? wondering what's been going on ‘cause you’ve been coming home really late and she thought papi told everyone to lay low for a bit. ”
tonight was my kiddos musical (they did the greatest showman) which means my life should be easier until our last day event. i’m so happy.
“ APOLOGIZE?! FOR WHAT? ” being hot and vaguely interested in him. ashton didn't believe she'd done anything wrong. they were friends with a few blurred lines. nothing new for a relationship between two young adults. “ you're insane if you think i'm sorry for anything. none of that matters, kare. ”
" see, that's the problem. you keep acting like it was nothing. like you didn't look at me like it was something more or that you didn't keep coming back. " maybe that's where kare fucked up. he believed in the brief moments of distorted reality between the sheets.
whenever a mutual doesn’t interact with me for a long time i get so scared they don’t wanna play dolls with me anymore
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⋮ ⌗ ┆ xiomara was starting to feel a tad bit bad. she knew what she was doing, and she knew it was for a reaction. she could feel ambrose putting distance in between them, and instead of acting rationally and sitting down to talk to him about her feelings, she acted out of character. which, looking back, was very stupid. ❛❛ if it makes you feel any better, his dick game was weak anyways… ❜❜ she muttered, arms crossed over her chest. then, she sighed, tilting her head back. ❛❛ i didn't think you'd punch him square in his face like that though. it was a little hot but i feel bad… i'm—i’m sorry that the stupid shit I did had that effect on you.. ❜❜
“ that shit does not make me feel better, ” his knee-jerk response laced in bitterness, though, a very big part of him felt satisfied. much like when his fist made contact with their face before their benches cleared to pull them apart or the apparent smile on his lip when peeped that he'd broken skin. yet, he wasn't going to let xio know that. too busy being upset with her to let it slip. “ you probably didn't think he'd tell me about it either. ” he points out. “ is that really what you're sorry about? not for the foul shit you did but 'cause – what? i got into a fight mid-game? ” that had to be a joke. what kind of weak ass apology was that? fuck, it was wrong, but god did rose want to end up between the cheeks of her best friend at this point just for the fuck of it.
"you're killin' me." cas can't even help the stupid, wide grin on his mouth. he can't help but keep picturing her staring at her phone pissed that he wasn't answering. it's cute to him. "you could see i wasn't up to nothing. like your big ass head thought i was." cassell bites his cheek to keep from laughing. "you needed me so bad you lost your shit?" the thought of his phone vibrating off the hook is making him laugh now. he rubs his palm across his mouth to try and mask it. "am i? cause i got the call logs. i can see your face right now." he murmurs feeling very fond of her. he raises his brows as he waits for her answer nodding real slow when nothing good comes up. "you ain't sorry and you're gunna do it again." cas grins as he reaches a hand out to grasp at her waist. "i'm here now. you gunna make it baby? c'mon what do you want? tell me."
she can hear the grin on his lips before quickly trying to catch a glimpse of it. ginger hair shifting against his chest as she fails to see his smile but knew it was there. playfully taunting her. “ you're not even taking me seriously … just laughing. i'on like that! ” she pouts and elbows him with a safe amount of force. not trying to hurt him in the slightest. “ why would i be sorry? i did not lose my shit. i didn't even start cussing out your voicemail. i was very demure in my persistence to reach you. imagine you called me that many times? see, me? i would've answered you. — mmm, no. i don't want anything now. i was just hungry and tired. i was at the studio all day working on my final showcase. too bad my man hated me and wanted me to die from starvation and lack of attention. but, atlas, i survived. ”
warren expeditiously gets himself together the more he follows the others line of thinking. his words. his body language. he doesn't remember that part of the summer but he guesses he should just keep it moving forward. there's a pit in his stomach as he flicks the ash off the roach and still wants to swallow it whole so he can escape. warren's not really the type to hook up like it's life sustaining. his boys definitely have made fun of him before for being the first one to head home on a night out or waving off the offer of a friend of the girl they're tryna hook up with. warren looks around at the mention of being out here. "yeah, the crackhead on the corner really inspires doesn't he?" warren huffs out a laugh as he presses the joint between his lips once more before tossing it onto the concrete to joint the roach graveyard. "so who're you checkin' for then?" he grins as he asks. warren's digging deep in the dregs of his soul to remember all the meditation videos he'd watched. "nah. some of us ain't built for a gated community." warren has no clue where the other man lives they never discussed that shit. fucking was fucking. that's all it had been. warren takes a step back towards his place. "sure i'll be seein' your ass around. hope you find some inspiration around here, q."
“ oh, yea, of course! you ever talk to the crackhead? he has stories for days – once you're high enough everything starts making sense. i'm pretty sure he's a genius . . . or maybe an alien. ” he chuckles. “ i forgot which one. ” playing into the bit, though, q knew a place's character came from the regulars on the street much like the elders. it was through them you really learned the spirit of the town. the good. the bad. society seemed to forget about them, but they were often his favorite part of being on the road. always made a trip memorable even if it wasn't a positive interaction. “ y'think i was? nah. i don't know how many times neighbors have called the cops. ” he was a young successful black person with friends of all different shades of brown. he was purposefully disruptive and gotten used to forcing his way into a gated community. regardless of that, wasn't it obvious quincy was checking for the man before him? did he really need to say it out loud for him to know? was that what warren needed to hear from the bassist? his boot inches forward as he seems to begin his retreat back into his place. q's dark hues tracking over him once more. “ i was hoping that you'd be free to see my ass now. i've got a few hours to kill before the studio … you down to chill? ”
laughter spills from his lips as he straightens himself out. amusement dancing in his heady gaze as he watches her. she's right, he doesn't listen and he is obsessed with her. fen knows she likes it though. "you're my business." he reiterates again just to annoy her. "stalker? it was one air tag." fen holds up his finger before dropping his hand again. "sick? you weren't saying that when i was eating your pussy over the hood of my car. think you got short term memory or some shit." fen hates when she even looks somewhere else. at some fuckin' guy who fawns over her cause they never had a woman who looked at her give them attention. fen was just insane enough that the first time she looked towards him he kept staring. couldn't look away. she torments him in the best way cause he always gets what he wants in the end. "hmm." is all that comes out of his mouth cause he doesn't believe that. he watches her mouth as she talks about her birthday and he nods hardly listening. "yeah, whatever you want. when's your birthday?" fen actually does know her birthday but he likes the idea of pissing her off even more then appearing like a well rounded, good guy.
“ you say that like it’s normal to put an air tag on a grown woman. only a psychopath would do that. ” and she’s a firm believer that he is. heard too many stories and prays there isn’t a period of time where she was on the wrong side of such intense feelings. knows she’s playing with fire but that’s what’s so appealing to her. the game of cat and mouse. testing how far she could go before he sunk his talons into her. she was the princess of throwing rocks and hiding her hands just for an insane reaction. aware that he was no different. she ignores his weak dig. having said multiple times that anything she moans doesn’t count because clearly simone wasn't thinking straight then. probably wasn't thinking at all. simply chasing hot pleasure. she stares him down when he asks about her birthday. mouth slightly opened. eyes narrowing in a slow pace. trying to figure out if he was just fucking with her or not. “ you're asking to be uninvited ... it's the same day i'm hosting something at obsidian. thought you'd be taking me home but i guess i'll have to rely on someone else. ”
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he furrowed his eyebrows, concern drawing itself across his face. he shook his head in response to her question, reaching out for her but not yet touching. not if it's against her desires right now. ❛ no. just tryna figure out what put that look on your face. what, you want to get out of here ? we can go. ❜ didn't give a damn that it was his best friend's engagement party — would leave it all behind if this shit was distressing her.
she doesn’t want to take away from the couple's night. already aware that he friends weren't too fond of serenity. it wasn't like it was exactly their faults. she was a little mean and controlling of her boyfriend. there was no way she was going to become the subplot to their engagement party. “ no! that's not necessary. we can talk about it later. it can wait. i promise, ” she insists. willing to pretend for a few more hours.
❛ . . . sure. but it'd better be an expensive one. ❜ she's only half - joking. her anger has long since watered itself down to mild frustration and some discomfort, but far be it for her to turn down a drink. ❛ you don't have to apologize for them if you didn't do anything, you know. ❜
“ yea, but they're too drunk and childish to give it to you so i figured i'd step up. not to mention you're definitely the best looking girl in here tonight. you come here often? ” a classic, much like his car. it was passed down from his dad. a story that started as a punishment turning to his prized possession. “ i feel like i would've remembered ever seeing you. ”
