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“I was walking around in my bikini all day,” she easily counters right back. “How many times did I bend down in front of you?” She had keep safe enough where it would seemingly appear innocent to anybody that may catch a quick glimpse, but she had definitely been putting it out there all day for him in hopes that he’d drag her off somewhere for even just a quick little make out session. Ever since this whole thing started in the beginning of the summer, it was like she couldn’t get enough. Here she was, on vacation all summer long, and she hadn’t even looked at another person since they began hooking up. She was basically just sticking with him and she had no plans to deviate from that for the time being. The suggestion is one that dances that thin line between them just fooling around and it being something potentially more and it scares her a bit. Because she didn’t want it to end up falling apart. But the idea of getting to see him again after this summer ended was so tempting. “Maybe I’ll have to,” she muses with a soft laugh. “But only if I get your undivided attention the whole time.” The joke is added to keep the mood light and not turn too serious. Her hand drops from between her legs the moment he takes a hold of them and forces them to spread further so she was on complete display for his hungry eyes. She’s basically sitting up now, her back arched as her hand rests slightly behind her to keep her upright. Her chest heaves slightly, her breath quickening ever so slightly in anticipation for what was to come. “You know I fucking do,” she answers, teeth taking a hold of her bottom lip while she stares up at him.
Juliette knew he had been, she felt his gaze on her all day long. It had made her squirm in her skin at the way he had been unrelenting, like he was telepathically sending her messages about every little dirty thing he had wanted to do to her. It was enough to drive a woman mad. “You could have if you really wanted to,” she finds herself retorting because she just had to be a smart ass and give him a hard time after the torture she had gone through by not having him all day. Obviously that couldn’t actually happen, but a part of her felt a twinge of excitement at the thought of him doing anything to stake claim to her in front of other people. Even just putting an arm around her to show that they were connecting in some kind of way other than just pretending to be friendly because of her friendship with his sister. Sure, they could be more open when she snuck away to hang out with him and his friends because that group didn’t give a shit. They were cool people and just accepted that she hung around with them. But a part of her wanted that twenty-four/ seven. The idea that she could do that with him up at his college, the fact he wanted to have her come around, made her feel kind of happy. Even if she didn’t want to admit how much she really liked that idea. She watches as he slips the condom on, body practically vibrating with anticipation of what was to come. And it doesn’t disappoint, the blonde kept still and at his mercy as he eased every single inch into her at a painfully slow rate. Her head falls back and she moans, the sound getting slightly louder when he teases at her clit. “Dallas,” she breathes out, her voice deep from need. One hand grips at his forearm, her hips trying to arch in order to force him deeper. She didn’t care about seeming needy. She wanted him and to feel the pleasure only he could provide lately.
Selene was used to the antics. Especially when the two of them were together. It was like they fed off the other’s energy and she was in the crossfire, which she didn’t mind at all. She thrived in the middle of them, enjoying how it all played out each and every time. “Don’t apologize if you aren’t really sorry,” she playfully chastises Garrett, her words ending with a lighthearted giggle. Of course they weren’t going to just listen. She kind of figured that would be the case, so she was prepared. She looks between Garrett and then Dean, before fingers move to unclasp the buckles to her overalls. She lets the material fall and settle down on her hips to expose the tube top she had on underneath. Staring right at them, she tugs it over her head and off her body, leaving her completely bare as she tosses it to the floor. “Do you want to touch?” She prompts, her hands coming up to emphasize what she was saying by lightly tracing over her breasts. “Because if you do, then you two better start doing what I say and acting right.” Her words are said sternly but with a hint of coquettish charm that came so naturally to her. “The longer we take, the less time you have to play with me,” she adds, reminding them that they were wasting time. She steps closer to the pair, eyes never leaving them. “And that would be so tragic.” Her words are punctuated with a soft pout.
Dean watched as she dropped the buckle from her dungarees, the soft clink followed by the fabric loosening and slipping slightly catching his attention; he licked his bottom lip absentmindedly before looking back up at her, his expression softening into something playful and a little awed, and he nodded his head like a puppy waiting for a treat. "Yes mam," he said with a grin, the words light and teasing. "Garrett behave," he added, glancing over as Garrett laughed and raised his hands in mock innocence, still nodding along. Garrett looked her up and down with an appreciative smile, dimples settling beside his mouth as he leaned casually into the position she had set him up in. "You look so damn good. That figure. Holy fuck, seriously," he said, catching himself mid-swear with a quiet chuckle. Dean let out a small breath, clearly in agreement, but said nothing more, his attention still on her. "I want to touch you so bad right now."
Selene won’t lie and say she wasn’t addicted to the way they would stare at her. It made her feel good knowing that she could grab each of their full attention without even having to try that hard. Which was pretty resounding since they basically had almost every woman thirsting after them around here. But none of them had her boys the way she did. She watches them both as they take her in. Of course she thrived off of their compliments, knowing that she was driving them wild just making her happy. “That goes for you too, Dean,” she counters right back when he insists Garrett behave himself. She really needed to start this project, but their hungry eyes on her was slowly making her want to just let it be for a little bit. It was hard not to feel that way when she had two of the hottest guys on campus naked and looking at her like they wanted to devour her. Any reasonable woman attracted to the opposite sex would be feeling the same way if they were in her position. Lips quirk up ever so slightly as if she’s debating something in her mind. “Ten minutes of fooling around,” she finally states, smiling a bit. “Then we get back to work. Deal?” She offers the compromise for all of their sakes because she knew going back to trying to focus was going to be way too difficult right now.
“You are. So much beauty, you could bring a tear to my eye… which usually only happens when you do other things to me,” she jokes around, her flirtatious nature always ever so present, even in the moment of working. Her head lifts to see Garrett eyeing Dean and her eyes are bright in amusement at how ridiculous they both could be. But she enjoyed it obviously. It came with the territory and she liked them both too much to be annoyed by it. She was able to slip into the dynamic easily enough where she didn’t feel like she was on the outside looking in. “Behave, Gare. He’s not a piece of meat,” she chimes in with a soft laugh, looking between the two men. “We’re dealing with two dangerous weapons that appear to be loaded, despite the circumstances,” she teases, making a show of her own to look down at what both of them were currently displaying. It was a natural thing of course. Through her experience, some guys would just get hard during a painting session,while others were too self conscious to even think about getting aroused. “I think you can handle it hitting you considering the activities you both get up to with me,” she easily points out. Hands on her hips, she tilts her head and stares at them. “Now, are you too going to be good boys and stay still or do I need to provide some incentive?” She questions with a stern look, but there’s a small smirk dancing on her lips.
Selene was used to the antics. Especially when the two of them were together. It was like they fed off the other’s energy and she was in the crossfire, which she didn’t mind at all. She thrived in the middle of them, enjoying how it all played out each and every time. “Don’t apologize if you aren’t really sorry,” she playfully chastises Garrett, her words ending with a lighthearted giggle. Of course they weren’t going to just listen. She kind of figured that would be the case, so she was prepared. She looks between Garrett and then Dean, before fingers move to unclasp the buckles to her overalls. She lets the material fall and settle down on her hips to expose the tube top she had on underneath. Staring right at them, she tugs it over her head and off her body, leaving her completely bare as she tosses it to the floor. “Do you want to touch?” She prompts, her hands coming up to emphasize what she was saying by lightly tracing over her breasts. “Because if you do, then you two better start doing what I say and acting right.” Her words are said sternly but with a hint of coquettish charm that came so naturally to her. “The longer we take, the less time you have to play with me,” she adds, reminding them that they were wasting time. She steps closer to the pair, eyes never leaving them. “And that would be so tragic.” Her words are punctuated with a soft pout.
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↪ 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , HISTORICAL 〳 FANTASY edition ! ( a collection of 25 settings based upon the period 〳 fantasy genres ; meant to inspire drabbles or be used as prompts . WILL be updated . )
001. the interior of an elegant carriage .
002. seated at a large dining table set with an elaborate meal .
003. the shadowy corner of a lively tavern .
004. the top of a light house during a raging storm .
005. along the dimly lit corridor of a large manor .
006. the damp , dark brig of a pirate ship .
007. the ruins of an ancient structure lost to time .
008. a theater hall brimming with attendees .
009. the bustling streets of a market town .
010. a sun - drenched vineyard .
011. along a boardwalk overlooking the sea .
012. a moonlit cemetery full of weathered graves .
013. on horseback , deep in the woods .
014. a luxurious drawing room smelling of tea .
015. a sprawling dragon roost , hidden atop craggy mountain peaks .
016. a war - torn battlefield .
017. a beautiful cathedral bustling with churchgoers .
018. within a crammed opera box during a performance .
019. an elegant tearoom serving afternoon refreshments .
020. a lakeside pavilion on an especially hot day .
021. a sprawling network of underground catacombs .
022. a hidden glade in the middle of the woods .
023. the deep , dark dungeon of a castle .
024. a market square full of fruit and fineries .
025. a baker's shop smelling of wonderful pastries .
026. the quiet stables of a large estate .
027. on the outskirts of a magnificent water fountain .
028. in a dimly lit library , hidden amongst the books .
029. among the high walls of a hedge maze .
030. at the front desk of a warm , homey inn .
031. under the protection of a gazebo as it rains .
032. on the landing of a busy train station .
033. a gambling hall alight with raucous laughter and drink .
034. a pristine infirmary , mostly empty .
035. on board a huge ship making a long voyage .
+ 20 more setting prompts : 6 / 01 / 2024
036. in a sunlit garden adorned with blooming flowers .
037. at the edge of a serene forest lake under a starry sky.
038. within a quiet corridor of a castle during a lavish ball .
039. in a bustling blacksmith's forge , sparks flying .
040. on a rocky cliffside overlooking a vast ocean .
041. in a quaint village square during a festival .
042. within a secret chamber hidden behind a bookshelf .
043. in the grand atrium of a luxurious hotel .
044. along a narrow brick alleyway in a crowded town .
045. within a busy marketplace in a desert town .
046. on a tranquil beach at sunrise .
047. in a cozy cottage with a crackling fireplace .
048. at the helm of a majestic airship soaring through the clouds .
049. in a grand library filled with ancient tomes .
050. on a bustling harbor dock as ships come and go .
051. within a magical forest where the trees glow softly .
052. in an apothecary's shop filled with herbs and potion .
053. at a secluded cabin by a dangerously quick river .
054. within the opulent throne room of a powerful ruler .
055. in an enchanted glade where fairies dance in the moonlight .
↪ 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , updated . ( a collection of various settings meant to inspire drabbles or be used as prompts . )
001. the seaside , as the sun is setting .
002. a cabin in the middle of the woods .
003. a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .
004. a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .
005. a private jet miles high in the sky .
006. a funhouse’s room of mirrors .
007. an office building , bustling and busy .
008. the back row of an empty movie theater .
009. a run - down motel room .
010. a loud house party on a suburban street .
011. a university lecture hall during a class .
012. the rooftop of a very tall building .
013. a great ballroom during an elegant party .
014. the back of a wailing ambulance .
015. the wine cellar of a large mansion .
016. behind the school’s gymnasium .
017. a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside .
018. an otherwise empty parking lot .
019. the shady bar of a noisy , dark club .
020. the grounds of an empty summer camp .
021. a large hedge maze , easy to get lost in .
022. a neglected or derelict treehouse .
023. a spacious , light-filled meadow .
024. an underground illegal fighting club .
025. an abandoned scrapyard .
026. a large penthouse overlooking the city .
027. an apple orchard in the middle of spring .
028. an empty playground with squeaky swings .
029. an extravagant greenhouse .
030. the base of a large waterfall .
031. a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .
032. a solemnly quiet hospital room .
033. the dark depths of an abandoned mine .
034. the deck of a fishing boat at night .
035. the thick crowd of an audience at a show .
036. a long , winding road .
037. the scene of a violent crime .
038. a fork in a hiking trail deep in the wilderness .
039. a cramped dressing room .
040. a dusty antiques shop full of relics .
041. the street of an unfamiliar city at night .
042. between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .
043. a building abandoned during construction .
044. a house without power or running water .
045. a mysterious trail found in the woods .
046. the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .
047. the inside of an elevator that won’t move .
048. fairgrounds during a large event (or after hours) .
049. a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .
050. a childhood home or bedroom .
+ 30 more setting prompts : 1 / 3 / 2024
051. the site of a horrible accident .
052. a closed pool , after everyone has left .
053. a home holding horrific memories .
054. by the side of a dangerously quick river .
055. a private hotel room .
056. a police station in the middle of the night .
057. a ferris wheel carriage under a sky of fireworks .
058. a lavish , invite - only party .
059. a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .
060. the back of a taxi going in the wrong direction .
061. the underworld .
062. a dusty , forgotten attic .
063. on the set of a television show or movie .
064. a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .
065. in a post - apocalyptic bunker .
066. on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .
067. on the rooftop of a perilously tall building .
068. a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .
069. a crowded stadium during a football game .
070. the morgue during an identification .
071. an otherwise empty library during a late study session .
072. a place that feels familiar , yet you've never been here before .
073. a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .
074. a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .
075. a bar or tavern bustling with life .
076. the dance floor of a masquerade ball .
077. inside of a car parked in a secluded area .
078. at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .
079. inside a very old house with very old haunts .
080. the antiseptic interior of a space station .
sensual sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for . these are considered usfw / nsfw .
“ Your breath against my neck is the only thing keeping me from losing control right now. ”
“ I can feel your pulse racing under my fingertips - tell me what you want me to do about it. ”
“ Stop looking at me like that unless you’re ready for what comes next. ”
“ Every time you bite your lip, I have to fight the urge to kiss it better. ”
“ The way your body arches when I touch you here ... it’s almost unfair. ”
“ I’ve been thinking about the sound you make when I kiss that spot just below your ear. ”
“ You’re trembling. Is it because my hands are too cold, or because you like this too much? ”
“ If you keep making those little noises, I won’t be held responsible for what happens. ”
“ I want to memorize every inch of you with my lips. ”
“ Tell me to stop, and I will. But we both know you don’t want me to. ”
“ Your skin tastes like sin, and I’m already addicted. ”
“ I love how you melt the second my hands slide under your shirt. ”
“ You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to pin you against this wall. ”
“ The way you say my name like that should be illegal. ”
“ I’m going to take my time with you tonight - every second, every sigh. ”
“ Your thighs are shaking… should I keep going, or do you need a moment? ”
“ I can feel how much you want this. Don’t try to hide it from me. ”
“ Let me watch you fall apart - just like that. ”
“ You’re so responsive … it’s driving me absolutely mad. ”
“ I want to hear you beg, just once, before I give you everything. ”
“ Your hands feel like fire on my skin, and I never want you to stop. ”
“ Kiss me like you’re trying to ruin me for anyone else. ”
“ I love the way your back bows when I trace my tongue down your spine. ”
“ You’re trying so hard to stay quiet … but I want to hear you. ”
“ Tell me where you want my mouth next. ”
“ I could spend hours just teasing you until you can’t take it anymore. ”
“ The heat between us is unbearable - come here. ”
“ You look so beautiful like this, flushed and breathless because of me. ”
“ I want to feel you come undone beneath my hands. ”
“ Every time you touch me, it feels like the first time all over again. ”
“ Your lips are swollen from my kisses … and I’m not even close to done. ”
“ I love how you grip the sheets when I do that. ”
“ You taste even better than I imagined. ”
“ Don’t close your eyes - I want to see everything you’re feeling. ”
“ I’m going to ruin you in the sweetest way possible. ”
“ Your body fits against mine like it was made for this. ”
“ I can’t decide if I want to go slow and savor you, or lose myself completely. ”
“ The way you whisper my name when I’m inside you … I’ll never get enough. ”
“ You’re so wet / hard already, and I’ve barely touched you. ”
“ Let me mark you here, where only I can see. ”
“ I want to feel your nails in my back while you fall apart. ”
“ You have no idea what you do to me when you look at me like that. ”
“ I’m going to kiss every place that makes you gasp. ”
“ Your hips moving against mine like that - it’s torture. ”
“ I love how you surrender when I finally give you what you’ve been craving. ”
“ Stay still … or I’ll have to start all over again. ”
“ The sounds you’re making are going to haunt my dreams. ”
“ I want you so badly it hurts to hold back. ”
“ Come closer - I need to feel every inch of you against me. ”
“ Tonight, you’re mine, and I’m going to remind you exactly why. ”
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plot: based loosely on scream
Teddy kept his eyes fixed on the road as the car cut through the dimly lit streets, the glow of passing streetlights sliding across the windshield in steady intervals while laughter and overlapping chatter filled the space behind him, his friends still buzzing from the energy of the latest Stab movie; their voices rose and fell in excited bursts, arguing over favourite scenes, mocking the characters’ decisions, and tossing around theories. Teddy’s fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel, his posture relaxed but attentive as he guided them toward his place where most of them would be crashing for the night. “The movies are getting so predictable lately,” he chimed in, his tone casual but thoughtful, just loud enough to cut through the noise without demanding silence, and a few voices quieted to listen. “It’s always the ones either in it for a few seconds or the ones who smiles at the main character,” he added, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as if he’d cracked some long-standing code, earning a couple of amused groans from the back. He exhaled softly before continuing, “I do like the whole masked chasing thing though, lurking in the dark,” his voice dipping slightly, almost appreciative, “that prompt will never be overused,”. Teddy looked at his partner. "We might have to get ourselves a mask at some point." He teased.
Gemma sits in the passenger’s seat, quiet as everybody spoke about the movie. She wasn’t the biggest horror movie fan. She thought they were too bloody, too scary. She preferred rom coms or dramas. But the majority wanted to see it, so of course she just had to tag along and sit through it. Most of her time was spent gripping her boyfriend’s arm or hiding her face against his shoulder, so she missed some parts. But she knew enough to follow along to the conversation being had in the car. Then Teddy speaks up and it’s like everybody wanted to linger in his every word, even if they didn’t agree with his opinion. He just had that commanding presence somehow. Her head turns to glance over at him and she rolls her eyes, laughing a little. “Yeah, no thank you. I’d be too creeped out to even think about being turned on,” she muses. “How many more are they going to make? I feel like eight is way too many of anything, especially when they all are basically the same thing,” she finds herself commenting, head falling off to the side so she can stare out the window once again. She just wasn’t built for a horror movie, finding them too violent and too depressing sometimes.
The joking poses make her smile because she knows it’s coming from a genuine place and not them mocking her process in any way. She guides Dean’s hand so it rested over the opposite shoulder, elongating him in a way. “Perfect. You both look like you belong in a museum,” she compliments. And it was true. They looked like perfection, statuesque and majestic, like they were meant to be admired. Garrett’s statement about doing anything for her made her feel good. “I owe you both big time,” she muses, showing that she felt the same way. She’d do anything for them. Laughter tumbles from her lips and her eyes follow the discarded towel before she glances to Dean to make sure he’s alright with that. “You guys ready?” She asks curiously, eager to get started while she had good natural light. She moves to her phone and connects it to her little Bluetooth speaker. Scrolling through, she finds her playlist she likes to listen to while working and hits play. “Okay, just try not to move too much. But if you need a break, let me know,” she instructs with a smile, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable. She goes over to where she has her canvas set up and grabs her pencil so she can begin sketching them first. She starts off slow, just getting a rough outline of their positions. Her face is twisted in concentration as her head bobs slightly to Fleetwood Mac playing over the speaker. Most of the time when she was creating art, she forgot about everything else. To the point where sometimes she would go all day without eating or talking to anyone. It was just because she got so into it, not wanting to stop when she was on a creative streak.
“You are. So much beauty, you could bring a tear to my eye… which usually only happens when you do other things to me,” she jokes around, her flirtatious nature always ever so present, even in the moment of working. Her head lifts to see Garrett eyeing Dean and her eyes are bright in amusement at how ridiculous they both could be. But she enjoyed it obviously. It came with the territory and she liked them both too much to be annoyed by it. She was able to slip into the dynamic easily enough where she didn’t feel like she was on the outside looking in. “Behave, Gare. He’s not a piece of meat,” she chimes in with a soft laugh, looking between the two men. “We’re dealing with two dangerous weapons that appear to be loaded, despite the circumstances,” she teases, making a show of her own to look down at what both of them were currently displaying. It was a natural thing of course. Through her experience, some guys would just get hard during a painting session,while others were too self conscious to even think about getting aroused. “I think you can handle it hitting you considering the activities you both get up to with me,” she easily points out. Hands on her hips, she tilts her head and stares at them. “Now, are you too going to be good boys and stay still or do I need to provide some incentive?” She questions with a stern look, but there’s a small smirk dancing on her lips.
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“We all have our moments,” Selene muses with a soft smile. With them, she felt so comfortable and open, even more so than she usually felt. It was like with them, she didn’t have to hide any part of her. She was allowed to just be and they accepted any part of her shown. Feeling Dean behind her, she shifts a bit so she can take a hold of his arm. “Nothing. I want you to stand over here,” she instructs, nudging him to be beside Garrett, but slightly in front of him and facing her, the blonde just wanting to see how her idea would look. Gently, she takes a hold of his jaw to guide his head straight on. Her thumb strayed along his strong jawline in a manner of appreciation, like he was a marble stature at a museum. Beautiful and strong. They both looked like works of art. That was the main reason why she wanted to do this. She wanted to capture that masculine beauty. “This would look really good,” she murmurs, lips pursed in concentration. It only breaks when she hears Garrett’s question and her gaze now shifts back to him. A chuckle leaves her, eyes rolling at his joke. “You can talk. Try not to move too much when I actually start.. but we’ll take breaks,” she reassures, not wanting him to think he was going to have to stay posed until she was finished. “I really appreciate you both helping me out,” she speaks up in a moment of honest vulnerability. “You’re like, taking it seriously and not making fun of me. Some guys would just make sex jokes the whole time and only hang around until they realized it wasn’t going to lead to sex. So.. thanks.”
Dean felt Selene take his arm and guide him to stand beside Garrett, the sudden repositioning making him laugh under his breath as he allowed himself to be moved without resistance. He grinned as she gently took his face in her hand, turning him exactly where she wanted him as if he were part of her composition rather than a person, though he didn’t mind in the slightest. "Is this good?" Dean asked, settling into it, placing his hands on his hips and striking a few different exaggerated poses, switching angles playfully like a model showing off. He wasn’t trying to take the piss out of art or anything; rather, he was enjoying the moment, teasing Selene with lighth earted energy while still cooperating. Garrett looked between Dean and Selene with an amused expression, shaking his head slightly. "You know we’ll do anything for you, Sel," he admitted warmly, his tone easy and loyal. Then, leaning forward with a grin, he grabbed Dean’s towel and tossed it behind Selene, straightening the scene in a way that made it feel more intentional. "There we go. Now we’re picture perfect." Garrett laughed, glancing at Dean before relaxing his stance again, clearly entertained by the whole situation as he waited for Selene’s reaction, the trio falling into an easy, comfortable rhythm of joking and posing together.
The joking poses make her smile because she knows it’s coming from a genuine place and not them mocking her process in any way. She guides Dean’s hand so it rested over the opposite shoulder, elongating him in a way. “Perfect. You both look like you belong in a museum,” she compliments. And it was true. They looked like perfection, statuesque and majestic, like they were meant to be admired. Garrett’s statement about doing anything for her made her feel good. “I owe you both big time,” she muses, showing that she felt the same way. She’d do anything for them. Laughter tumbles from her lips and her eyes follow the discarded towel before she glances to Dean to make sure he’s alright with that. “You guys ready?” She asks curiously, eager to get started while she had good natural light. She moves to her phone and connects it to her little Bluetooth speaker. Scrolling through, she finds her playlist she likes to listen to while working and hits play. “Okay, just try not to move too much. But if you need a break, let me know,” she instructs with a smile, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable. She goes over to where she has her canvas set up and grabs her pencil so she can begin sketching them first. She starts off slow, just getting a rough outline of their positions. Her face is twisted in concentration as her head bobs slightly to Fleetwood Mac playing over the speaker. Most of the time when she was creating art, she forgot about everything else. To the point where sometimes she would go all day without eating or talking to anyone. It was just because she got so into it, not wanting to stop when she was on a creative streak.
Open Starter: Colt (open to anyone)
Colt was coming out of the firehouse, changed into his normal clothes now that his shift was finished. Luckily he was off the next two days, so that meant he could sleep in his own bed. He’s heading for his truck when he sees a familiar face. “Hey, what are you doing here?” He asks with a grin.
“And you came here instead of driving straight home and barricading yourself inside? Aww you missed me,” Colt jokes around like his usual self, despite the exhaustion he was feeling. “Something must be in the air this week cause it felt like every little thing that could happen did happen, I’ll tell you what.” Usually if one department was dealing with some craziness, the other was right behind, and Hunter was confirming that. “No, I’m headed home, thank God. Gonna take a hot shower and sleep in my own damn bed finally. You?”
Grace watches her boyfriend stalk off like a child and it just becomes all too much. She was frustrated but also sad that the fights were becoming more frequent between the two of them. The only thing that stops her from going after him is Hayes suddenly stepping in front of her to block her path. “It feels like all I do is give him space lately and it’s making no difference,” she retorts with a soft huff. She wasn’t annoyed at Hayes, just the whole situation. “I don’t know what is wrong but it’s like everything I say now just turns into a whole argument.” Arms fold across her chest so she can hug herself slightly. “I need to go and see if I can find a ride.” It probably wasn’t a good idea to try and ride back with her boyfriend. She didn’t think he would leave her stranded anywhere, but she figured it would be better to be safe than sorry. “I’m sorry you had to see all that,” she mutters. It was embarrassing fighting like this in public.
Grace felt like she just had a knack for falling for guys like her boyfriend. Always so seemingly perfect at first and then their true colors rang through. It didn’t matter if they were the good guys her parents pushed onto her or the misunderstood bad boys she found on her own. It always ended the same. Having an audience for their fight made her just want to crawl in a whole and die from embarrassment. She didn’t want Hayes to be a witness and have him telling people what happened. But it seemed like he wasn’t on his friend’s side, which was surprising since most would stick with their friend and not the girlfriend. “I’d appreciate that.. thanks,” she murmurs, grateful for the offer. One problem was at least solved, which was a bit of a relief, but she was still reeling from it all. His next words cause her to look at him and she’s speechless for a moment, unsure how to respond. “He wasn’t before, at least not this bad,” she admits to him. “I don’t know what to do.” Saying it out loud felt like the weight was lifted off of her in a sense, like she could breathe. She had been trying to just be strong and save face by acting like everything was fine when it really wasn’t. “It’s so exhausting, all the fighting and then making up only to fight again a day later. But he doesn’t want to try and actually fix the real issues. What’s the point of staying with someone when they don’t want to be around you?” She questions out loud, almost curious what he had to say about it.
His wandering gaze made Madison feel butterflies in her stomach. It wasn’t the same way some of her clients would eye her when it was obvious what they wanted in the end. This was actual care and devotion. “I’d hate to ruin a surprise,” she softly laughs. “I trust you all the time,” she counters, smiling at him. And that was true. Even behind all the teasing and playful jests, there was trust. “You better not.. I’m more of a Shake Shack kind of girl,” she jokes.
“Really? You’re just full of surprises today.” But she couldn’t deny how him wanting to do that for her made her heart skip a bit. Her eyes narrow slightly in a playful manner. “A pinky promise is very serious business,” she states, bringing her hand up to hook her pinky with his. She laughs a bit at his statement. “Fine, deal,” she nods in agreement. Because she did want to go out with him. She wanted to feel special and have someone give her attention for a change instead of having to be the one giving out hers. “But you don’t get to know what’s underneath unless you really impress me.”
Kat listens to him after she explains her situation and what was going on with her body, watching as he scribbles things down. It was obvious he knew what he was talking about, which was cool. It seemed like he actually took the time to figure out a game plan for each person that came here rather than it being a one size fits all type of thing. “A device? Sounds crazy.. but if you think it’ll help, I’m willing to give it a try,” she laughs a bit. His offer was surprising, mostly because most businesses wouldn’t do that kind of thing nowadays. A lot of people would just take advantage and happily take the free service and never come back. “Wow really? That’s so nice, but I’d feel awful not paying,” she murmurs. Her family had their own business so she was always happy to support someone who owned their own. She stands up to follow him down the hall. “Your time is worth what you charge.” She speaks with sincerity. Even if she didn’t know him, she would still respect that this was how he made a living.
Lawson had a genuine passion for helping people feel better in their own bodies, something he had refined over years of working with sports injuries and everyday tension alike. He understood that discomfort wasn't always about something serious; often, it was stress and tightness stored deep within the muscles, and he had developed a calm, reassuring approach to help release it. “Yeah. It sounds worse than it is,” he admitted with a small, reassuring smile. “I'll try it and see what you think.” His focus was already shifting toward her shoulders and back, knowing instinctively that those were the areas where most people carried the weight of their stress and pain. Leading her to a prepared side room, Lawson opened the door to reveal a clean, quiet space arranged for treatment. “If you want to change into whatever you're comfortable lying down in, in that side room there,” he said gently, nodding toward it. “A robe's in there waiting for you.” He bit down lightly on his bottom lip, maintaining a respectful distance as he added, “I'll wait with my back towards the table. Just climb onto the table beside me when you're ready.” He paused briefly before clarifying, “Go belly first, there'll be a space for your head to relax into.” His tone remained steady and professional, designed to put her completely at ease.
Kat nods in agreement, willing to try anything at this point. She just wanted to feel better. “I’m cool with that, if it means the headache will ease up. I haven’t even been able to play my guitar for the past week.” She follows him back to the room and she steps inside to look around. She didn’t feel worried or anything. He was really professional and his calming nature made her feel at ease. She listens to his instructions, head turning to look back at him once again. “Okay, sounds easy enough,” she softly jokes. Making her way to the side room, she’s not even sure what to dress down to. Of course she wasn’t going to get naked, that would be weird. So she decides on stripping down to her bra and panties before grabbing for the robe he had waiting back there for her. She slips it on, tying it loosely. Coming back out, she carefully makes her way to the table and gets herself situated like he instructed. She settles on her stomach and places her head in the hole. “Okay,” she tells him, taking a breath as she tries to relax. “This feels weird,” she muses with a laugh, the position of her head in the face hole feeling funny to her. “Do people like talk during these things or am I supposed to just be quiet to relax?” She questions out of curiosity. It was the nerves making her talk and she knew she needed to just let herself mellow out. “I’m sorry.. I’m annoying when I get anxious.” Which she felt like was often. She was always hyper aware of how she acted, worried that she would get on someone’s nerves and that just made her end up more anxious. It was a vicious cycle.
Of course Juliette knew he really couldn’t do anything when they were around people. That’s all they needed, someone to catch wind of what they were doing and start blabbing to everybody. Things would just escalate from there and she really didn’t want to deal with all that drama for the time being if she could help it. “Excuses, excuses… you could have found a way,” she counters, testing the waters like always with what she could get away with. “You really aren’t. You haven’t gone down on me in like days.” An exaggeration of course, but she wanted to make her point that it was a hard choice to make. It wasn’t normal how often she wanted him, at least she thinks so. He just knew how to work her body in the best way possible that made her keep coming back for me. But deep down she knew it was more than just that. It was the way he would make her laugh after or how he’d caress her body. Eyes watch as he starts to strip off his sweats, glancing down between his legs with a slight smirk on her face. The way he towered over her was a turn on in and of itself. She secretly really liked it. Parts her thighs a bit, she slides her hand between them. “That’s because of little old me?” She innocently asks as she begins to lazily touch herself. Her eyes never leave his, just challenging him to take charge and give her what she wants or she would take care of it herself. Thought she would prefer him being the one to bring her to the brink because it was so much sweeter than anything her own hand could do.
“I was walking around in my bikini all day,” she easily counters right back. “How many times did I bend down in front of you?” She had keep safe enough where it would seemingly appear innocent to anybody that may catch a quick glimpse, but she had definitely been putting it out there all day for him in hopes that he’d drag her off somewhere for even just a quick little make out session. Ever since this whole thing started in the beginning of the summer, it was like she couldn’t get enough. Here she was, on vacation all summer long, and she hadn’t even looked at another person since they began hooking up. She was basically just sticking with him and she had no plans to deviate from that for the time being. The suggestion is one that dances that thin line between them just fooling around and it being something potentially more and it scares her a bit. Because she didn’t want it to end up falling apart. But the idea of getting to see him again after this summer ended was so tempting. “Maybe I’ll have to,” she muses with a soft laugh. “But only if I get your undivided attention the whole time.” The joke is added to keep the mood light and not turn too serious. Her hand drops from between her legs the moment he takes a hold of them and forces them to spread further so she was on complete display for his hungry eyes. She’s basically sitting up now, her back arched as her hand rests slightly behind her to keep her upright. Her chest heaves slightly, her breath quickening ever so slightly in anticipation for what was to come. “You know I fucking do,” she answers, teeth taking a hold of her bottom lip while she stares up at him.