❝ LIPS OF DEATH —

#𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞 ∘ lucia estrada.#she’s so gorg.

"the house might fall apart without her help. i mean, i'm doing the best i can with everything that's going on." he wasn't going to go into further detail, but he was referring to more than his heavy workload. the ongoing divorce was both physically and emotionally taxing. the only thing that seems to bring a genuine smile to his face are his kids. so hearing about lucia's day with them does just that. he lights up with envy, wishing he could have more time them with. "aw, they must really like you then. that's good. i've been thinking about taking them somewhere nice...soon. an amusement park or something? i'll do my research. or if you have any ideas? you know, think about it." it wasn't meant to sound like an invitation, but the minute everything leaves his mouth, he realizes he might've just kicked himself in the ass. "...lucia." he laughs at her crude comment. it's all he can do. she wasn't going to stop and a part of him doesn't want her to. "the only thing i need you to do is say alert. can you do that for me? at least until i'm out of the shower." glancing down at the crease between her breasts, he clenches his teeth and pulls away. "goodnight, lucia."

"goodnight, mr. carver." it's all she can do to keep herself in check. she wants to pounce, the ache between her legs, begging her to. but, a part of her also wants to play hard to get. let the sexual frustration simmer until he can't fight it off any longer and he just has to devour her like a three course meal. only then would he get hooked. so, that's what she does. she slips into the guest room and lets the towel drop, walking around the bed half naked. then, when the silence builds, she takes out her phone to text her ex, chase.

lucia ⤿: i'm only breaking the silence to tell you i still hate you and i hope you're having fun with that blonde b/c i'm about to fuck my boss. lucia ⤿: laters, baby xx

a smile worms its way onto her lips knowing, she would've successfully pissed him off. and now, she's bored again. from across the hall, she can hear the shower running. picture flynn jerking himself off to the hills of her breasts. it's torture not being able to watch in person and so she quietly tip toes to the master bedroom. she can see the suit he had on earlier in a heap on the floor. she only picks up his shirt to smell it, her eyes rolling to the back of her head at the scent of citrus and sandalwood. it's delectable. but not as delectable as carefully cut muscle, standing naked underneath the shower's spray. steam billowing out from inside the glass although she could still make out his back and the curvature of his globed ass. as much as she tries to get ahold of herself, she can't. she slips quietly into the shower behind him and lets her arms snake around him from behind. she purposely doesn't say anything, because she does not want to disrupt the fantasy she hopes he'd concocted of her in his head. instead, she splays her fingers outward and lets them wander down his abs and, over his erect cock which feels heavy and thick in her palm.

"hm." he clicks his tongue in thought—or rather consideration. what if she were to stick around a little bit longer? she could take over some of the housekeeping while he's gone, and the kids were going to be a handful this week with all the late-night hours. there's no way he can propose such a thing, though. it would give the wrong impression. it might send a message that this kind of behavior was okay when it's not. she shouldn't be topless in his pool and he shouldn't be staring at her breasts. no matter how tantalizing they are. "no, you did good, lucia. just sucks about the housekeeper." he only wanted to explain why he looked so frustrated; but he would still be guilty if she were to misconstrue it for an invitation. "did you get something to eat and everything?" he stops mid-hall and leans against the doorframe of a closed room. the guestroom. it was only a door away from his own room. it used to be a nursery. him and his wife wanted the room to be close so they could keep an ear open.

"¿cómo así?" there's a pause, before she translates the question into english. "how so?" far as she could tell, the housekeeper wasn't all that great. she's on her phone most of the time. lucia would've sworn she overheard her berating her husband about something earlier this week. it was a miracle she got anything done. but maybe she was just being overly critical because for a woman of her age she was objectively pretty. more his type than lucia was and therefore seen as competition. what flynn had yet to realize was that, what lucia wants though, lucia usually gets. and as of lately, she wanted him. "but si. i ate. natalia shared her mac and cheese with me. and robbie spared me a chicken nugget. they were dino shaped so you know it was a sacrifice." a laugh escaped her as she bit her lip and shook her head, removing her hand from her towel after loosely securing it over her bosom and moving it to the handle of the door. "this is where i get off," she teases, selecting her words carefully. she wants them to have double meaning so when he leaves her to shower, he'll be thinking of her as he's holding himself underneath his luxury spray. "the tour, i mean. i've already gotten off this morning." a giggle shakes loose and she pushes the door open to slip inside. "if you need me for anything, you know where to find me."

stay the night... he mulls the idea over, carefully considering a variety of different outcomes that could play out if he says yes. his kids might wake up and see her there and wonder why. his wife might stop by early in the morning and catch the fiery blonde walking around in her pajamas. then there was the worst outcome of them all. he could lose his will and make a mistake with the babysitter. all the feelings were already there, clouding his better judgement. the devil on his shoulder is quick to remind him of the guestrooms. it doesn't have to be inappropriate, right? well, according to the angel on the other side, there's nothing innocent about any of this. him lingering...her naked...the hard bulge in his pants. "you can take one of the guestrooms, lucia." his voice is deep and steady, forcing down any telltale signs of uncertainty. "i'll walk you." he places a hand in his pocket to slip two fingers over his full-blooded erection, attempting to hold it down and make it less obvious. "did, uh, did i receive any calls while i was out?" aka did she speak with his wife?

"gracias, mr. carver." curly lashes kiss the softness of her cheeks around her thick, spanish drawl. although he hasn't given in, lucia's far from giving up. the house was big enough it would buy her some time to persuade him into giving her a tour of the guestroom. the second they're behind closed doors, it's inevitable she will pounce. until then, she holds the towel tighter around her chest in a closed fist. "just from your housekeeper reminding you she'll be on vacation until the 12th. and someone from your office called but they didn't leave a message. is that okay? i didn't want to pry and they didn't seem to want to leave one with me. only insisted they talk to you."

#𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞 ∘ brooke maddox.#MY BABY

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | 6.13

#wanted: plot.

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brooke followed to NYC

#𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞 ∘ brooke maddox.

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#𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞 ∘ brooke maddox.

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CARLSON YOUNG in big time rush.

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isadora tries to help kev but he doesn't # approve

#𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞 ∘ kev volchok.#𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 ∘ kev + isadora.#lmao so accurate! i love this.

he could tell she was topless even before she lifted herself out of the pool. it was one of the many reasons why he didn't make direct eye contact. he knew if he did, his lecherous thoughts would win. now he didn't have a choice, dripping from head to toe, her half-naked body was unavoidably in his face. in response, a slight smirk spreads across his stubbled cheeks, surprised—but also impressed—by her shameless audacity. "well, at least you left those on, i guess." he tries to make light of the situation, lifting a hand to signal out her panties, sticking to her like a second skin. "here," he grabs the towel and stands up to wrap the thick, luxurious cotton around her shoulders. "i don't need the neighbors seeing you like this. they'll leave their windows at night." he closes his eyes for a moment, regretting the compliment. it's what she was looking for, right? a reaction. that little remark could be considered as much. "you should get dressed and i should shower." he involuntarily licks his lip before looking away. "how much do i owe you for the night?"

had she been someone riddled with insecurities her whole life, his resistance to her would've only given her a complex. never had a man seen her in her naked body before and immediately shied away. was he gay? despite the very obvious tent in his trousers, maybe he just preferred the opposite sex? was that why his wife was divorcing him? had she uncovered his dirty truth and fled the coop so that's why he was single? it would explain how he was able to pass on a literal snack like her. "tell you what. let me stay for the night and we'll call it even." she was desperate not to go home. for reasons too nefarious to share with her boss.

the devil is a woman. that much he knows through lucia's bewitching eyes. it was like mind control — one second his willpower feels ironclad and then the next he's fantasizing about what she would feel like wrapped around him, whimpering desperately in his ear as he takes her again and again until they're both exhausted and covered in bruises. suddenly, he can feel how full he is, how heavy his member hangs as she tempts him. the idea of their wet bodies gliding together in the corner of the pool forces him to take a seat on one of the nearby chairs. he crosses one foot over his knee, hiding the throbbing desire behind luxury pants. "come on, you must have a boyfriend? someone who's still in their twenties and likes to party and get into trouble. i'm not there anymore, darling. i don't need trouble."

"a boyfriend? no." a girlfriend? maybe. from the time she turned twelve, lucia knew she played for both teams. whether boys, girls, it didn't matter — they were all ripe for the picking. each one provided their own brand of pleasurable something. although, she'd predominantly hooked up with men since graduating high school. preferably the older ones who had enough experience, they didn't need any coaching to get her off. hands splayed out on each side of the pool, lucia invests her upper arm strength to lift her glistening wet body out of the water. and when she does, it becomes crystal clear what little cloth covers her body. was it wise to swim topless in her boss's pool late at night? no. was it exciting? hell yes. and although his mouth would claim differently, his cock stirred for her otherwise. it's why she noticed the need to sit down just to hide it. "will you hand me that?" her chin jutted toward the towel lying out next to him while she used her hands to wring out her hair. she didn't have to follow his eyes path to her breasts or her visibly hard nipples to know where he was looking. she could feel his gaze sizing her up.

muse: kaleb astor - 35 - editor-in-chief of the paper plot: your muse either works for my muse / is his competitor / or they simply have some sort of business status: open to anyone ( 21 +)

"it's adorable, seeing you at my desk like you own the place."

#𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞 ∘ lana lang.#𝔦𝔫𝔱 ∘ lana + kal.#assuming he could be clark's imposter like bizarro maybe?#taking over his life under a new name and lana's just like... i'm confused.

"what's so adorable about that, clark? i need your help."

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James returned back home after having finished his work. He had left his children to be taken care of by a nanny he had recently hired. Since he worked so much, and the kids didn't have a mother anymore he had the nanny look after them. Although some of his relatives did come by from time to time to take care of them but for the most part it was the nanny. He came in today rather late into the night knowing full well the kids were most likely in bed. He then spotted someone in the pool and made his way over to see Lucia swimming in the pool. For a moment he stood there silently letting his eyes travel down her body. He couldn't help but stand there for a moment admiring her beauty. In the pool under the moonlight, she looked even more beautiful, and it was hard to take his eyes off her. He raised his brows at her as he removed his shoes. "Is that a way to talk to your voice while using his pool without telling him?" He asked starting to undo his shirt. "I don't like it when I am called a wuss." He responded to her.

#𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞 ∘ lucia estrada.#𝔦𝔫𝔱 ∘ lucia + james.

"oh, yeah?" she made a show of extending both arms out and stretching above the water like a starfish as she floated on her back. "then what do you like, being called? besides, my boss."

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mikey wasn’t expecting to come home and find the new nanny in his pool, but he wasn’t mad at it either. he’d been secretly checking her out in her interview. after him and his ex split up, he needed someone to watch the kids after school. “i’m not a wuss.” he teased. it was the only encouragement he needed to strip down to his black boxers and cannonball into the pool. when he resurfaced, mikey splashed the blonde. “what do you want to know?”

#𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞 ∘ lucia estrada.#𝔦𝔫𝔱 ∘ lucia + mikey.#tysm for replying!

her reflexes dodged his gigantic splash into the pool and the lighter splash that followed suit. she recognized the second as a form of flirting. which, they've been casually doing ever since he hired her to watch over his kids. frankly, they were terrors but so was she. dead set on firing him up just to see how he explodes. danger attracted her. as did he, and his bank account, and the life he led that was extraordinarily different from her own. "what do you do for a living? i mean, with all the cars and the big fancy house.... you must be doing something important. and, why would your ex ever want to leave you?"

when he told her to make herself at home he had no idea she would be using the pool. "that's not a good idea." he rolls his shoulders back and loosens his tie. he had a rough meeting and this would only make matters worse. the divorce with his wife hadn't been finalized yet; her lawyer would have a field day if she knew he was even thinking about the nanny. "where's the kids?"

"and why not?" wasn't he the one who told her to make herself comfortable? she was comfortable right here in the pool. and she'd be even more comfortable if he stripped down after her and joined her for a swim. he'd be a fool to think she didn't notice the way his eyes lingered on her breasts every time she wore a low cut shirt, or he surveyed her legs every time she walked around the house in boy shorts or a mini skirt. his ex wife had even noticed. in fact, she wasn't too fond of her ex husband's nanny for obvious reasons. that's why she was currently fighting him for full custody of their kids. "don't worry, they're asleep. i put them down over an hour ago. i assured them daddy would be home soon to kiss them goodnight." for the most part, lucia never questioned him about his job or why he stayed out all night. but, she also couldn't help but be curious. "how was work? you seem... stressed. you know what'll take the edge off that, right?"

"yeah, she knows i'm here." he wasn't out of the loop, but clearly she was. her innocent, loving sister decided to get payback by sleeping with his brother and then fell in love with him. "your twisted sister is still marrying a cavus. my brother, cameron." wasn't that a kick in the dick? "maybe you should save her by fucking him too?"