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calliopejade:

“You are frequently not right,” Calliope stated. This thing they had going on was a slippery slope. It was probably a bad idea, but she liked it. She liked being physical with him, she liked that there weren’t really any strings attached. And truthfully, she did enjoy Fox even after everything, despite how much she liked to pretend she didn’t. “Maybe,” she said with a small smirk. She slid her arms around his neck, pressing herself up against him. “That’s a great question. By out of here, so you mean all the way out, or slipping away into a coatroom or something?” she asked. She leaned in closer to whisper by his ear. “Because either way, I’d love for you to refresh my memory.”

If asked and forced to be honest, Fox would have said she had him at the snap of a suspender, but the more they did their dance the more Fox felt a giddy excitement bubbling in his chest. He was quick to abandon their glasses when her body was pushed to his and take her hand, uncaring of the many eyes on them as they were less than calm about their display. There was a grin on his face as he tugged Calliope through the crowd, finding and exit from the grand ballroom and making a dash across the lobby looking anything but unsuspicious as he scanned the hall walls with his eyes. The very moment he caught a maintenance closet her yanked on the door, happy to find it left carelessly unlocked and pulling Calliope inside. No sooner than the door shut, leaving them in the dark did Fox crush his lips to hers, pressing her back to the nearest wall he could find.

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owen-teo:

“Shouldn’t be too far away” he mumbled to himself. Ever since he attended the charity gala, Owen had promised himself to either or or borrow The Great Gatsby from a public library. Now that he was settled and that his business was taking off, he needed a hobby and since he couldn’t really remember the last time he’d read a real book, it was the first thing that came to his mind.

On his way, he came across a man sitting on the floor. His first instinct was to ask if he was okay but it quickly became obvious that he was reading and that Owen had most likely interrupted him. “Sorry” he offered, then quietly proceeded to look for the book.

Admittedly he’d not picked up the book since middle school, and now wondered how he managed back then to get past the first page. Still, it was an adventure just to finish it, and he knew once he got into it he’d enjoy it more. Of course, the interruption was holding him back. When he saw a man hovering , Fox cocked a brow, curious to what he wanted, but ultimately deciding the man didnt’ seem aggressive or threatening. “ Am I in your way?” He questioned, craning his neck to look to see what he was blocking when his head was the final straw of a loose book that hadn’t fully been put back into place.

When it fell out and hit his shoulder, Fox bit back a grunt and sighed in frustration at himself before reaching out to grab his attacker and look at the cover. “ Any chance you were looking for Twenty-thousand Leagues? Cause I think it found you instead.”

#Chat #Owen

cassbrooks:

Cass would never admit this out loud but sometimes the loneliness got to her. The silence in her house deafening to the point where it was damn near frightening. She may’ve spent most of her life on her own, but it was never a choice Cass willingly made—-it’s just how things were, people always left. And yet, somehow, someway she’s managed to form a bond with Fox and Theo that’s lasted beyond a couple months or a few gigs. Showing up at Fox’s door with food and a innocent grin felt natural to Cassidy, she didn’t even think twice. Normally, her defenses are up and she’s able to keep up the facade that’s the built for herself. The strong, independent and fierce woman who no one could really stick a label on or pinpoint. With Fox? It wasn’t that easy. Dozing off into a comfortable sleep, nightmares disturbing her slumber wasn’t the unusual for Cassidy but she tried to hid her vulnerabilities as much as she could. Feeling a touch to her, Cassidy jerks out of instinct and immediately hops up, looking around frantically with wides. “Huh? What?!” It took a moment for reality to seep in. For Cass to realize she wasn’t being nudged awake by an officer who found her sleeping on a park bench. Or that it wasn’t the kicking of a door open before she was suddenly dragged out of bed by her foster parents. “Yeah…yeah…I’m fine.” Breathing calming down, she pushes away some hair that hung in her face and looked over her shoulder at Fox, flashing him a smile. “Was I snoring? I wasn’t ruining the movie for you, was I?”

Whatever it was, it must have been bad. She jumped up like she was terrified, Fox leaning back to make sure he didnt’ get an elbow to the face from the startled blonde as she took a few moments to remember where she was. He would have never thought her to be the type to be disoriented when waking, finding it unlike the image of perfection she put forward usually. Still, it was a nice reminder that she wasn’t a fembot. When she relaxed a bit, a half-tired Fox, pulled her in out of some sort of instinct. It wasn’t like he wasn’t a cuddly person, but keeping people are arms length made him shut off the part of him that longed for contact and it was only set free in his mind’s tired state. “ You snore? “ he snorted, another revelation that he didn't expect.” Nah, you weren’t snoring, you were just...having a bad dream.” He said as he rubbed her shoulder. “ You can’t ruin a movie I’ve seen forty-three times.” He shrugged. “ You sure you’re okay? You were mumbling something..”

#Chat #Cass

Maybe she was lonely -- she tended to show up at his door with food when she was, and even when Fox was feeling depressed and not in the mood for company, he could never turn away Cassidy or Theo. He only seemed to smirk and offer a dry laugh as he step aside wordlessly to let her in as always, luck having it that he’d only just set up his projector and hadn’t just yet started up Casablanca. They must have both been tired, at twenty minutes in they’d stuffed themselves with Chinese food and passed out, Fox walking up near the ending of the movie due to Cassidy mumbling or whimpering something in her sleep. His back pressed to the cushions of his large couch, Cass on the outer side, Fox stirred enough to rub her arm gentle, rousing her from her supposed nightmare with a hug. “You okay, Cass?”

#Chat #Cass #I can't resist the call of platonic fluff #and Fox trying to deny that he had friends he cares about.

[text]: did you enjoy the pics? ;) // [text]: I just bought new underwear for the sole purpose of you taking it off

[text] You mean for ripping off? Tell you what, we’ll trade and you can see for yourself if I enjoyed them or not.

#nsfw #welp I ruined the dash people #calliopejade

[text]: netflix and chill?

[text] : Fred & Ginger movies and snuggles?

#cassbrooks

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Ask me kinky questions

1. Would you rather be blindfolded or blindfold me?

2. Would you rather orgasm while performing oral or during intercourse?

3. What was your high school sex fantasy?

4. What’s your favorite position?

5. Which part of your body do you consider the most sexy?

6. Do you like to swallow?

7. Who do you fantasize about when you’re alone?

8. Your last sexual encounter; good or bad and why?

9. Where is one place you would never have sex?

10. Top or bottom?

11. Best sexual complement you ever got?

12. When was the first time you masturbated?

13. Have/would you ever have sex outside?

14. Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?

15. Do you sleep in pajamas, underwear, or nothing at all?

16. If you had a sexual “to-do” list, what would be on top of the list?

17. Is a weird “sex face/orgasm face” a total deal breaker?

18. Do you have a gag reflex?

19. Is your sex life award-winning or a total flop?

20. Are piercings sexy?

21. Can/Have you ever squirted before?

22. List your kinks.

23. How did you discover you were kinky?

24. What was your first kinky sexual experience?

25. Any unexpected ways kink has improved your life? If so, what are they?

26. What do you think is important in keeping a BDSM relationship healthy?

27. Something that never fails to make you horny:

28. Where is one place you would never have sex?

29. The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when:

30. Whats the best way to sexually bind someone? (handcuffs, ropes, etc.)

31. Whats the fastest way to make you horny?

32. Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

33. Two things you like/dislike about oral sex:

34. How big is too big?

35. One sexual thing you would never do:

36. Three spots that drive me insane:

37. Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?

38. Is it good sex even if you don’t cum?

39. Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? Why/Why not?

40. If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be now?

41. Do you like giving head? Why/why not?

42. Do you own any sex toys? If so, how long have you had them?

43. Do you watch porn?

44. Have you had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)

45. How would you react if you found out your parents had sex on your bed?

46. Spanking: turn on or turn off?

47. What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?

48. Biggest sexual fantasy?

49. Kitchen counter, couch, or on top of the dryer?

50. Thoughts on period sex?

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TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW).

[text]: did you enjoy the pics? ;)

[text]: send me pictures

[text]: where are you? why aren’t you back yet?

[text]: I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU

[text]: i dont know if this is what i want anymore

[wrong number text]: (muse name) has gone out for the night, i’m all alone ;)

[wrong number text]: i just don’t know if i love them anymore

[wrong number text]: can we forget about last night? don’t tell (muse name) please!

[wrong number text]: i fucked her/him aha ;-) told (muse name) it was just a drunk kiss tho

[text]: i love you so fucking much

[text]: i hate you

[drunk text]: UR SUCH A BITCH I H9 U

[text]: i cannot stop thinking about you

[text]: i need you. now.

[text]: please respond. im so worried about you

[text]: last night was so GOOD

[text]: what are you wearing? ;)

[text]: is he bigger than me?

[text]: did you sleep with her ?!

[text]: you’re just a slut

[drunk text]: yOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL !!>!

[drunk text]: dont tell (muse name) but theY ARE so hot

[drunk text]: im iss youu

[text]: bed or floor? ;-)

[text]: not to be desperate or anything but im currently home alone and on the verge of jerking myself off to pictures of you. would be better if it was the real you though !

[text]: i want you naked.

[text]: are you going to the party on saturday?

[text]: i want to show you how much i love you

[text]: do you hate me?

[text]: i’m so sorry

[text]: WAS THAT A SEXT

[text]: family dinner tomorrow night, and i’m prolly gonna finger you under the table..

[text]: I just bought new underwear for the sole purpose of you taking it off

[text]: netflix and chill?

[drunk text]: lveae me alone for 29 minutes !!! jeezss

[text]: damn you looked so good today. kinda wanted to bend you over that table you were leaning on lol

[text]: where are you i have something you need to fix (its a boner)

[text]: wtf is the notebook even about?? “if you’re a bird then i’m a bird” ? they’re both humans

cassbrooks:

With a simple nod of her head, plans are confirmed and they’re going their separate ways. Cass making a beeline for the group of men hogging up the VIP section. Some cash is slipped to the bouncer to give her full access to the area and the second the velvet rope is lifted, a switch in Cass’ head goes off. Hyper aware that her blonde hair and good looks immediately make people underestimate or pin an image on her, they’re qualities she’s learned to work to her advantage. The airheaded, flirtatious blonde bimbo a persona she slips into with ease. For the most part, men are easy, especially when it pertains to anything physical. Men at a club aren’t looking for a wife or a conversation, they’re looking for that hot chick to drag up to their room for a wild night they can brag about to their bros the next day. The seduction is simple, but calculated, starting off simple as she begins to dance within their line of view. The short, tight dress leaves little to the imagination and she even acts a little wobbly to give off the impression she may’ve had a few drinks already in their system.

Within minutes, she can feel a presence behind her and she has to push down the need to either roll her eyes or smirk at how fucking easy it was to lure one of them into her web. By the time Fox comes over, she’s already sitting on his lap with his gang of boys surrounding her and she’s the life of the party. The valley voice is typically her go to, her tone sickenly sweet and over the top. “Shots! We have to do shots!” She giggles out loud,her human chair quick to pull out his card and hand it over. That’s when she amps it up a notch. “Oh my god! This is my song!” And now she’s moving from a lap to the tops of a table, tugging two guys with her. “Dance with me! We’re supposed to be celebrating!” Sandwiched between two meatheads is far from ideal but it works when she reaches for the bottle of vodka that’d been chilling on ice and pouts. Already knowing it’s in their best benefit to keep her drunk, another is quick to pull out his card for another round of bottle service to keep the celebration going.

He looked clean save for the beard, which gave Fox a more working class look that served to his advantage. it was easy to shave when he needed to pass for one of them: the rich boy types who waxed every inch of their bodies like Olympic swimmers, Fox guess to make them even more slimy and slippery when in trouble. What was worse than the grease balls was watching them literally drool over Cassidy. He’d have to apologize later with a gift for putting her in a situation where she had to perch herself over some random’s boner, cringing and trying to stay flat faced as he watched them paw at her. He felt sorry for her.

Still, she played the dumb blonde roll well, spinning around dizzily and Fox taking a step out of the way but finding a hand jutting out to keep her from falling -- she even had him fooled. With a tight lipped smile, avoiding her like someone would when they were just staff, Fox looked over to the pouting blonde and back to one of the frat boys, shouting over the music almost. “ Another Crystal Head, sir? And it looks like you’re running low on Belvedere as well.” He suggested. They were quick to pull out cards, the dark making it easy to swipe their cars through his little device and then throw the actual one, eyeing them carefully as they put in their pins. “ I’m sorry, Sir, it looks like this has been declined -- maybe the limit...” But Fox didn’t even have to flash the dark screen at them before another sucker offered up his card to keep Cass happy.” One he swiped another card, Fox smirked and commited the pin to memory before picking up the ice bucket, as if to go refill it, only he timed himself perfectly to bump into the dancing woman, spilling the ice over the pants of the man who’s lap she was sipping on before purposely. “ Shit, I am so sorry, Sir... I didn’t see her...” He lied, holding back a wicked smirk as he got a little payback all while managing to get one of the men out of the area. “ We have hand dryers in the mens room... Miss, are you alright?”

#Chat #Cass

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30 days of katie cassidy ♣ day 13 → favorite on screen kiss: juliet & nate (gossip girl - 4.03)

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It was what Fox called a “day off”, where he wouldn’t think about work or mark people as targets or worry about much of anything. Days like that were both good and bad, as they gave him time to regroup, but also let him mind wander. When he wasn’t focused on working, his mind would relapse into thoughts of his childhood, his family, and ultimately render him depressed. Thankfully, he knew that getting out of his apartment would keep him from breaking down, deciding to get strong coffee and a bagel and head to the public library. It was quiet and open, which was always a good thing, and though he preferred movies to books, he managed to find a worn copy of Moby Dick and parked himself on the floor in between the two massive shelves to begin reading, not even a page in when he heard footsteps getting closer and looked up to see who managed to need a book out of this lane among the dozens.

#highrollerstart #idk what this is but I never did a starter for him so

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iggyhacks:

“I know I said I would fix it, but I’m not a miracle worker.” Iggy had the laptop in pieces in front of him, although his desk at Mars & Sons was always littered in various computer components, and it would have been hard for the untrained eye to know what was laptop and what was other bits and pieces of cannibalized motherboards. That’s when he found the problem. He paused, narrowing his eyes at the puzzle of parts as he took a sip from his coffee mug that proudly read it’s not a bug it’s a feature. “What did you spill on it?”

He didn’t want to be a fully pretentious douchebag, so Fox never said out loud how much he hated technology, but man did he hate it. Every device was rigged to work for a year tops before a new model came out and all the old ones gave problems. If it wasn’t his phone, it was his laptop. If not that, then his car -- endless streams of problems one right after the other. He would have bought a new one and throwing this one in the trash had it not had important files on it that he kept putting off backing up. With reluctance, he took it to the auto ship because he heard the guy was the best around , but who the hell fixed computers at an auto shop? Between popping his knuckles and repeatedly sighing, the kid behind the desk posed a question that had Fox’s eyes bulging. “ Shit? Seriously? I spilled something it it?” Fuck...” He grumbled -- of course he would have done that.” I dunno,man... I --pfft... Beer, I guess? Maybe I kicked it over or something one night?” He tried to offer as a possibility, knowing countless nights spent falling asleep on his couch with his feet on the coffee table could easily see him kicking over a half-drank beer into the device. “ Look, I don’t care about the computer, but it you can save the memory and the files on it I’ll pay you double to the fee and you can keep the second half without your bosses knowing.”

#Chat #Iggy

calliopejade:

Calliope thought back to the last time she saw Fox, and the events that went down. To say she wasn’t interested in making history repeat itself would be a lie. “Really really,” she said. “But you’re right. You wearing nothing at all is definitely my favorite,” she replied with a small nod. “You… are probably not wrong about that. But I’m sure I’d have a lot of fun before that kind of thing happened.” Calliope winked, snapping one strap of the suspenders. “Mm, tell me more, and maybe I’ll put it to use,” she said with a wink.

“ When am I not right?” Fox chuckled. Watching her closely, she really did look great . Calliope was a bad habit dressed up, and she knew it all too well, which was just another one of the many problems that doing this -- whatever it was -- was a mistake. Still, there was something about the familiarity of it coupled with the lack of effort he had to put and the benefit of not needed to cuddle after that pushed Fox closer to his bad habit. The sting of the snap made him jerk a little, but he still smiled, watching her grin spread and knowing that it was all the sign he needed. “ Tell you more? Are we playing coy now? Because you and I both know what I’m talking about and I know a lot of different types of foreplay that don’t include talking if that’s what you’re looking for.” Fox grinned. “ Question is, do you wanna get outta here and refresh your memory, or what?”

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cargallo:

Carmen shook her head lightly at his comment. She didn’t respond, mainly because she didn’t want to keep discussing her employer’s father but she didn’t want to risk anyone overhearing their conversation. Also, she’d rather not have to escort out one of the perhaps two people she knew attending the event. Sure, there was plenty of recognizable faces and names and even a few good potential employment opportunities, but people she actually knew knew? Carmen had been somewhat lacking.

“Oh, I definitely would’ve remembered if he was attractive.” Carmen teased, not wanting to inflate his ego. He seemed like the type to know his own appeal and she wasn’t about to add herself to the ranks of women who undoubtedly fawned over him regularly. “And for the record, I wasn’t drunk off my ass, I just had a head start before you.” She countered, knowing full well she could hold her liquor if she needed to. “I’d offer a rematch to you right now, but…” She tapped the radio attached to her hip. “I’m on the clock.”

His teeth sank into his lip as she rebuffed him, amused at in even though his own arrogance had him not believing her for a second. He wasn’t always smooth or charming, but he knew he was a dream boat. “Ouch. Wound me, why don’t ya.” He chuckled. “ Oh you were so drunk. I mean, I think they had to stuff you in an Uber using a wheelbarrow.” He countered, teasing her still. She was easy going which was great, and easy on the eyes, so he would have happily taken her up on it when his attention was drawn to her hip. :” Really?” He smirked, not wanting to offend her but unable to hide his surprise.

“ They sure to make security pretty these days. Is it some plan to get everyone off guard so they don’t see you coming in for the attack?” Fox smiled. “ Does that mean when I stick up the joint you’re gonna be the one to take me down? Please say yes, it’d be so much better if you were the one to tackle me.” Fox laughed. Of course, he, unlike Carmen, was not on the clock, so he had little worry of getting into trouble tonight, but it was still fun to tease knowing that his history as a criminal was unknown to most in the room. “ If I cut you in, think you can pretend to lead me to the storage area? I hear they keep all the good hooch past the kitchen and if we smuggle it out back, we can resell it at double the price.”

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