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his jaw dropped slightly as she opened the door wider to allow ryan to have a better view of her body and normally if a girl did such a thing to him ––– he’d quickly realize she was flirting and would definitely do something about it . but this was emilia. his best friend’s older sister, and not only that… the femme was married. she wasn’t flirting with him, there was no way. the woman was definitely just trying to get him to leave, to fetch her towel, which is why he turned away quickly. as she wraps the towel around herself, ryan can see her figure once again via his peripheral vision and he curses under his breath –––– feeling his jeans becoming tighter. this definitely wasn’t the time. he needed to go home. “no, no!” he tells her quickly, backing up slightly. “you were there first. you can get dressed, i actually need to go home. i’m kinda late.” brunet lies to the woman, looking at his wrist for the time –––– not realizing he wasn’t actually wearing a watch. “was good to see you, though.” he admits, allowing his eyes to linger once again.
brows can’t help but crease into a furrow, frustration settling onto her features at the way he was reacting. did she lose it? was she no longer as hot as she used to be? they said marriage did that to you but she’d only been married seven years. “you should pee before you go home. isn’t that why you came over here in the first place?” not to mention the fact that their house unfortunately only had one bathroom. “don’t be ridiculous, ry. just come in and piss.” emilia pushed open the door, making ample space for him to come in as she perched her ass onto the edge of the tub. manicured finger tips plucked at the lotion that was on the counter, “close the door though, i don’t want a draft.” she spread the lotion onto freshly shaven legs, making sure to lather them up as she made eye contact with the other, throwing him a slight smirk. if he got sneaks of her p.ssy as she lifted up her legs, well that was an added bonus. “so what’s new with you, ry? i see you’re still friends with my loser brother.” a smile. they both knew she was teasing. “have a girlfriend?”
EUPHORIA 2.03 “Ruminations: Big and Little Bullys”
open to m / nb + maxwell.
“ please , i can explain. it’s not what it looks like… ”
“it looks like...” his voice cracks, shock still evident on his features before he finally musters the strength to finish his sentence, “it looks like you’re fucking cheating on me!”
scenario: our muses are strangers and start dancing at a club. they end up dancing with no one else the entire night. (open to m/nb: open to tops, bottoms, vers)
“i want to fuck you.” he whispered so that only the other could hear, lips brushing against his ear, “you want to fuck me, baby?”
❐ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 → open to F.
“come on, your brother isn’t even home. get in. the water is amazing.”
“even if he WAS, my brother can’t stop me.” she contemplated for a moment before pulling off her sundress and stepping into the jacuzzi with nothing but her bra and underwear, “happy?” though tyler was nervous. she’s always had a massive crush on him, staying on her side of the jacuzzi, arms wrapped around her knees.
caeruleums:
truth be told, walter didn’t expect to get laid this week. not even when he saw her — because he was sure she’d say something to her father by now about how he’s a sleezeball. even if she did, he didn’t have the heart to expose her. his family was all sorts of fucked up, and he didn’t want to wish that upon anyone. not even her; someone he wanted to piss off incredibly. “right, for entertainment.” he kept his personal life extremely private, to anyone. even this man who he was beginning to genuinely see as a father figure — he didn’t tell her that it was the first time he felt included by a family. but, that was the point of their arrangement. you don’t talk about personal shit, and just enjoy knowing to make each other feel good. “yeah? i’ve got a nice ass?” grinning, walter found himself watching over her and trying to keep his voice a little lower than normal. surely her father left them there for a reason, but he doubted the reason would be him bending her over the counter. “hey, this is a vacation for me. so any sex from me will actually be voluntary, and not monetary based.” his sigh left as quickly as she had moved away, but kept himself still as she closed their distance once again. “ah, so holding you up against a wall for fourty-five minutes as you had earth shattering orgasms doesn’t make me strong? i guess i’ll go for a whole hour,” he husked, keeping his eyes on her and straightening up so he moved a bit taller than her. “i think she needs some rich, fancy guy to marry her so she can keep funding her extracurricular activities with the one guy in the world that knows exactly how to touch her.” because, in his mind, no kid that grew up in a trailer wouldn’t actually get to marry someone like her.
her and her father never got along nor did they ever see eye to eye. emilia’s birth was a disappointment, expecting a son thanks to the misgendering of the doctor’s and instead they were bestowed with a rowdy daughter. her father was a traditional and sexist man who believed that men should be in power. and after her mother failed to get pregnant again, he realized he was stuck with just emilia to continue the family legacy. maybe that’s why she tried so hard to pretend like she didn’t care what he thought. “don’t act like you don’t KNOW that you’ve got a great ass.” and with a smirk, she allowed her hand to trail down his back until it reached said ass, giving one of his cheeks a squeeze. “you saying you’d fuck me even if i WASN’T paying you?” innocently batting her lashes as she looked up at him. emilia had no trouble getting men. but she did have trouble finding men who pleased her the same way walter did. nobody made her orgasm harder and more frequently. he was good at his job. “hmm...” mock confusion fell onto her features, brows furrowing as she chewed on her bottom lip, “doesn’t ring a bell...you might have to jog my memory.” emerald orbs didn’t break from his, the proximity of their bodies was so close that they were almost touching, she could still feel his warmth radiating from off of his body. “well. lucky for both of us...i don’t need to marry a rich man in order to keep up with said funding.” and the hand that was on his ass traveled so that it was now brushing against his crotch, smirk evident as she gave it a squeeze, “i’m a big strong girl who can make her own money to pay for her favorite fuck boy.”
ANA DE ARMAS
scenario: our muses are strangers and start dancing at a club. they end up dancing with no one else the entire night. (open to m/nb: open to tops, bottoms, vers)
“i want to fuck you.” he whispered so that only the other could hear, lips brushing against his ear, “you want to fuck me, baby?”
open to: anyone ! based: forbidden but NOT taboo relationship
“you’ve got to stop blushing. your face is too cute when you blush.”
“i--” the compliment merely furthers her red blush, “i’m not. besides if i didn’t know any better...i’d say you were trying to make me blush on PURPOSE.”
open to: f / nb based: s3x/life on netflix but travis is brad and ur muse is billie
“tell me you’ve never thought about me since you left, and i’ll walk straight back out that door.” travis knew he shouldn’t have been there, and he was definitely the last person they’d want to see. “because all i’ve done is think about you.”
she was about to get defensive and her mouth opened, quite ready to tell him that she never thought about him. but it’d be a lie. and honestly, she was tired of lying. tyler had tried the whole being without him thing and it wasn’t working for her. the last statement he said had her heart fluttering, chewing on her bottom lip as she reached out to take his hand, “don’t leave.” brown orbs locked with his and she was all but begging.
scenario: russell has a crush on your muse and has for years now. he’s finally getting the (semi) courage to do something about it.
connections: open to anything and everything. (open to any gender, slight preference toward m. (i’ll give you a million imaginary dollars if you reply with robert pattinson.)
he’d been internally trying to hype himself up the moments before he got the courage to knock on their door and the moments straight after but the second the door swings open, his confidence is drained, blush tinting his cheeks in his classic russell fashion, “um hi.” russell said with a nervous chuckle, “i know it’s...late. and yes, i’m a little drunk but if i don’t tell you now...i’m afraid i might never.” he handed the flowers their way, “i like you. really like you.”
❛ bobby calhoun ━ ⊰ ✶ open starter .
❛ oh , don’t worry so much . there are going to be hundreds of people on that yacht and i can assure you each and every one of them will believe that we are acquainted with the bride or the groom in one way or another . ❜ he reassures her , offering a gentle smile . crashing a wedding on a yacht was the finest idea he’d ever had . ❛ you and i clean up nicely , i think we’ll fit right in . ❜
“ this is NOT what i thought you meant when you said i had to dress nicely. “ actually she was under the impression that maybe he was asking her out on a date. but perhaps that was wishful thinking. “we should probably think of our kickass back stories. i’ll say that i met the bride on her 21st birthday, she was throwing up in the ladies room and i held her hair back. she drunkenly promised she’d invite me to her wedding one day and...alas! here we are. what’s yours?”
ROBERT PATTINSON & ANDREW GARFIELD 2011 vs 2022
OPEN STARTER : for females PLOT : caleb witnessed someone bothering your muse ( could either be something serious or just someone who doesn’t know personal space ) and he was already having a bad day so he just went up and took care of it ( either just scared them off or it got physical ). CONNECTIONS : anything goes, but because of the nature of it either strangers or someone he met before but doesn’t know well.
“ i won’t be seein’ you ‘round here again, dipshit. ” he watched as the other person scattered away, not looking back as they practically broke into a run. a hand running through his hair as the other shifted his leather jacket back into place, caleb turned around to look at the woman. a few slow steps taking him closer to her, he looked her over for a moment to make sure she was alright, though he figured it’d be best to ask. “ you okay ? ”
she felt useless watching the other defend her, unable to do anything. avery let out a breath of relief when he finally left, turning to face her savior, “well obviously i fucking owe you.” avery said with a chuckle, “he didn’t hurt you did he?” and hands instinctively reached out to examine the hand that just punched the guy, “how about i get you a drink and some ice.”