written in the stars

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♡ rules ♡ muses ♡ starters ♡ wanted faces ♡ wanted opposites ♡ wanted plots

i only have access to the beta editor, sorry in advance !

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convenient. his brows furrow, feeling stupefied over the suggestion alone. sloan is not entirely wrong, and he couldn't be in denial about that — oftentimes, his incapability of feeling certain emotions evaded his comprehension. along the years, zach has willingly and purposely made himself a monster. careless about human life, unable to relate to other's suffering so long as he's handed what's rightfully his. all this time, remorse is not a feeling he shares on often. regret, not something he preoccupied himself with, but sloan's sudden reappearance in his life was surely throwing a wrench in all his plans, all he has known for certainty. it's not something he's able to explain, to put into words, all he knows is that he's not ready to give up and watch her disappear. "what do you find convenient here ? if i didn't love you, you wouldn't still be here. i could've more easily killed you and moved on to the next gullible, little human." at times, a consideration that crossed his mind. the effort, the trouble encountered to keep her alive and safe from all the monsters nearby, the weight of being a good partner — how could that not have been love ? his wiring might be crossed after living for so many years alone, and despite all his evilness, he can't consider another option. personally, turning someone is something he finds to be very intimate, and not something he has ever even considered before. fingertips detach from her neck, palm of his hand pressing against her chest just underneath to keep her in place, just not forceful. the least he can do is give her an option for once, even when his gaze never drifts from hers, a stitch of pain beginning to interlace with his apparent frustrations. "i couldn't have reached out. you clearly were better off without me. i didn't deserve you then, i don't deserve you now. but i want to fucking try, all you have to do is give me a chance."

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sloan's lips part, an argument caught on the tip of her tongue just as realization strikes. maybe zach was right. maybe he did love her, just in his own way. it may have been a way that was different and skewed from the version of love sloan had crafted in her naive head when she had fallen for him all of those years ago, but that didn't make it any less valid. and that was a hard pill for her to swallow. to have every ounce of built up anger and frustration invalidated just like that. that was all it took, a few words, spoken at the right time with a certain amount of conviction and sloan was finally able to understand. she was positive her face was now marked with defeat, the fight of that argument evaporating into thin air and taking all of the rigid tension from her body right along with it. though sloan was still stubborn, unable to say the words, you were right. so for once, zach was going to have to accept her silence as a victory. it was currently all she was willing to offer. sloan was positive if her heart was still able to thrum in her chest, he would have felt her reaction towards him as his palm shifted from her neck. how easily he was able to squeeze himself back under her skin, though maybe he had never actually left. when his words met her ears again, sloan felt another wave of anger billow inside her. not necessarily at him, but at his assumptions and perceived truth. " god, will you stop being so fucking ... " she stammered, her fists finding the front of his shirt as sloan clutched him in her grasp, nearly shaking him, hoping to knock some sense into him. " controlling. " her eyes were pleading, wanting him to hear her next words. " you don't get to tell me what i deserve, zach. it's not your decision to make. " sloan's fingers tightened in the fabric, inadvertently pulling him closer to her, their chests now brushing. " if i want you and all of your psychotic, blood-thirsty tendencies, your insanely frustrating stubborn streak, your hopelessly reckless abandon and ill regard for any and all consequences, that's my decision to make. i loved you once in spite of all of that. " she paused as her eyes dipped from his, unable to meet his gaze with what she was about to say next. " i love you in spite of all of that. " sloan corrected, finally accepting the truth which had been fighting its way to come out of her the second she heard his voice again in the bar.

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Status: open to female muses that are 25+ in age.

Muse: Theo Wilde - 33 year old high school teacher (and player/all around kinda shitty guy)

Plot: The cliche woke up married in Vegas situation - they're complete strangers. Up to you if your character remembers anything from the night before.

Note: Made with the beta editor

He wasn’t sure how and when he had strayed from the group – he just knew that the woman he had woken up next to in his hotel room was a stranger. Between the pounding headache that he couldn’t shake and the ring on both of their fingers, regret clouded his mind. What the hell had he done, and why had none of his friends stop him? When Theo drank, he tended to be dangerously impulsive, which typically landed him in trouble or with at least one person angry with him. After finishing off in the shower and getting dressed, he finally decided that it was time to confront the inconvenience in his bed that he had tried so hard to avoid this morning. “Rise and shine, wifey.” The word alone was enough to make him nauseous. “Looks like we’ve got some business to take care of this morning.”

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When her best friend suggested having her bachelorette party on the Las Vegas strip, Wren was all for the idea. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to let loose and escape from the monotony of their everyday lives, even if it was just for one weekend. Unfortunately and unknowingly for Wren, their night spent innocently bar and club hopping on the strip had turned into something more sinister thanks to one too many shots and mixed drinks. It wasn't the first time in her life Wren had woken up next to a stranger, memories of how they met all the way up until how they had ended up in bed together all a hazy blur. She shifted on the mattress, pulling the sheet closer to her as she nuzzled her face back into the pillow as a male voice pulled her from her slumber. " Unless you're waking me up for brunch, I'm not interested. " Wren mumbled groggily in reply, her lingering stupor completely missing the nickname the man had given her.

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archie listened to lyla's words, his expresssion a mixture of exasperation and disbelief. her defense of her husband, his best friend, was predictable and he understood -- it was a complex situation, as these things often were, but he had only been able to justify his friend's actions up to a point, of which they were long past. "there's a line between understanding and settling, lyla. your happiness matters just as much as his challenges at work."

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the truth of archie's words echoed in lyla's head, similar to the same words her mother had spoken to her years ago. long before she ever had a ring on her finger, the signs had been there. everyone had saw how doomed lyla's relationship was from the start. everyone except her. " i know it matters. " she muttered with very little conviction in her voice. " he makes me happy, though. he does. " now it just seemed like lyla was trying to convince herself and archie as well, though the look he wore on his face made it known he didn't buy it. maybe she had been happy a long time ago, but if lyla looked deep inside of her heart, she would realize she hadn't been happy in a long time.

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let this be their indulgence, the fatal flaw to this family, because after this afternoon he wasn't so sure if he could fully keep his hands of his brother's soon-to-be-wife. seraphina was becoming like a drug to him, seeing just how badly she needed to feel him as one sight that he wished to continuously see. that rage within him thinking that his brother was selfishly keeping a minx like her to himself was growing, making him want to fulfill whatever it was she needed from him. sebastian wanted to prove his worth to her and just how those fantasies she had of him would be nothing compared to what reality could even offer to her. no longer would it be just her desperate for feel some sort of touch, but even he reciprocates it by letting his palms wander over her body, wanting to make sure that this was his new reality now. she was the epitome of lust. something about the way she spoke, to the way she practically begs for him to give her more was sending him over the moon. he had been pushing this off for too long, teasing and making her relentless when moments earlier she was ready to combust and give into herself. without a word, sebastian would soon dip down her body as he liters her skin with his kisses cascading down to the drenched heat between her thighs. let her watch how he spills his spit over it to wet her even more before his mouth parts, hands pushing to have her thighs against his shoulders before he dives in, tongue first as he devours her.

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allister was no longer a thought in sera's mind as sebastian hovered over her body, his scruff-laced kisses scattered across her skin and making her crave even more of him. his brother and her already doomed marriage to him hardly mattered anymore, not when sebastian's mouth dipped lower and lower, inching his way towards the spot that sera wanted him the most. she was already drenched, could practically feel the dampness of her arousal dripping out of her and no doubt with the addition of sebastian's spit, the sheets beneath her were going to be in ruins. the second his mouth landed on her, the blonde's back arched off the mattress, her whole body trembling with need. " oh my god... " sera panted, her legs instinctively tightening against the sides of sebastian's head, desperate to keep him positioned there until he made her come. which at this point, with the way his tongue was gliding over her and how worked up she already was, it wasn't going to take long. fingers fisting at his hair, tugging roughly on the dark locks, seraphina's eyes roll back as she gives herself over to the feeling of him.

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there's a moment where he's entirely unsure of what decision she'll make. hopeful that she'll make an appearance, but aware that the opposite could occur and he could left alone, to clean the pie off of his face. it's a relief when the door opens and he sits up on the bed, excited and elated in equal measure. "no, i haven't changed my mind." he assures, biting into his smirk as he stands up and saunters closer to her. there's little shame in his gaze, more desire and hunger and longing than anything else. reese was gorgeous, and he'd been fantasizing about this moment, or a moment similar to it for as long as he'd known her. since he'd been introduced. reaching for her hand, he tangles her fingers with his own and leads her towards the bed. careful not to touch her too much, ogle too hard. he focuses then on unbuttoning his shirt, his pants and merely leaving them undone as he climbs back onto the bed, doesn't expose himself too fast or too soon. "come join me, reese…" the words are croaky and dark, as he watches every slight movement, focusing on her expression on attempting to read her like a book. he didn't know how far they'd go, there was no plans, no expectations. even if they did just masturbate in front of one another, that was more than he'd believe he'd ever get, even mere minutes beforehand. "get comfortable," he adds on, as his fingers grasp at his hardening cock through the fabric of his jeans. to tease and to prepare in equal measure.

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reese remained in the foyer of the hotel suite for a moment, knowing the second she took any further steps forward she would be crossing a line that she couldn't come back from. even just being in this room implied some level of guilt and it wouldn't matter if they did only manage to touch themselves. though with the way halston looked at reese with desire blazing behind his stare, in the same way that she longed for his brother to look at her lately, she felt more of her resolve slipping away. reese allows him to guide further into the room, her eyes curiously dipping to the sliver of chest he reveals as he unfastens each button on his shirt. it wasn't the first time she'd seen this much revealed skin on him, having been on several beach vacations with his family, but it is the first time she can take a moment to appreciate the sight without anyone around to shame her for it. " this doesn't mean anything. " she says aloud, mostly in an attempt to further convince herself as she slips each of her heels from her feet one by one, then kicks them aside away from the bed. " we're just two adults, working off some stress and tension. and we just so happen to be doing it in the same room. " reese adds, moving to slide her coat off, revealing her bare shoulders and more of the dainty, v-neckline of her dress. as her eyes flick back to him, they immediately dip down to his hardening cock beneath his jeans, her cheeks tinging pink as she feels her own desire begin to pool in the pit of her belly. crawling onto the mattress, reese positions herself next to halston, as she settles into the plush mountain of pillows that line the headboard. stretching her legs out in front of her, she returns her gaze to his. " why do i get the feeling you've done this before ? " it may have been a bold assumption, but reese had heard stories of halston and his promiscuity from his brother for years. maybe that was another reason she found herself here, wondering how much of the stories were fabricated and how much of them happened to be true.

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for a moment, diana cracks. amused by his response, a smile breaks loose against her features. although she's biting it back after a second or two passes, it's still too late for it not to be caught. everyone had themselves convinced that they knew the kensingtons, knew their minds, knew their hearts (or lack thereof). that wasn't the reality. although she's the latest generation born and bred to an affulent family, she and her brothers had worked hard to destroy the kensington name to spite their own neglectful and heartless parents. prior to nolan's effort, they'd been known as influential, wealthy and capable, finding it easy to hide all their skeletons within the confines of an antique closet - and by throwing money at every problem. now, however, the name was infamous for their crime affiliations, for being corrupt -- and that was all their doing. that didn't mean it was all they were, but it was safer that way. "…you are hilarious, brooks. perhaps you are in the wrong line of work. i hear the comedy club down aldridge road is looking for fresh meat." a brow curves, the corners of her mouth still raised upward. gaze falling with little shame towards his chest at the mention of him ripping off his shirt, "well, it might be slightly more entertaining…" trailing off, her oceanic hues raise to meet his own again. diana gave little away, she'd learned from the best and would be damned if she ever left herself exposed for the taking. "go on then. prove it. make this party a little less banal for me, i'll make it worth your effort."

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brooks swears something resembling a smile flashes across diana's features, but before he can get confirmation, it's already gone. still, a prideful feeling wells up in his chest, knowing he's capable of melting the ice queen. even as short-lived and temporary as it was, it was something. " on aldridge, huh ? " his mouth flattens into a thin line, a ruse to appear as if he's truly contemplating her words. he knows they were intended as a jab, but he refuses to be affected by them. instead, he dishes it right back. " i'm pretty sure that's a titty bar, babe. seems more up your alley, if you ask me. " brooks gives a small nod, gesturing towards her chest with a brief flicker of his gaze. the look behind his irises saying he was wishing there was currently more of it to see. " now, now. " he tutted scoldingly, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. " i don't make a fool of myself soberly for just any woman, diana. " brooks takes another long sip from his beer, his eyes remaining on her from behind the neck of his bottle. " if you're wanting a show, you're going to have to have a drink with me where we can discuss exactly how you're going to make it worth my effort. i drive a steep bargain when it comes to taking off my clothes. " far from the truth, but brooks hopes she bites, if for no reason other than to appease his curiosity.

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the feeling that consumes him is not a good one. it's dark and cold and his mind is concocting a series of possibilities over a total stranger but it's not as though he can help it. there's something in the way she winces, and even tries to laugh it off. kian didn't consider himself a particularly smart man but he trusted his instincts and now would be no exception. the problem now is not knowing how to react to it, how to broach the subject without stepping over boundaries that strangers shouldn't. "oh, if that's in your top three you've clearly not been embarrassing very much." he jokes as gently as he can, fails to wipe the concern from his features though, concentrating mainly on what he's supposed to do now. it's hardly the night kian expected he'd have, worrying the night away over a woman he'd just met. "yeah, you have a drink or do you want me to go fill one up for you?" before he can say another word, before he can vocalise his concern to the fullest extent her watch is ringing and all he can do is watch on in complete disbelief. although he can only hear one side of the conversation, the discomfort and intensity is palpable. kian really has to bite back every thought he's had in the last few minutes since initation conversation with the other woman, before he makes matters even worse for her. it's not as though this isn't an unfamiliar sight to him. if anything, nothing has ever been clearer. kian doesn't know how he can, with good conscience, leave this woman alone whilst knowing what he now does. or, at the very least suspects. "your trainer?" kian asks then, moving closer again, with gentle, cautious steps, not wanting to step into her space and make her uncomfortable. "i do think you need a break, either way. they're not here -- they didn't see what happened," and they didn't give her a chance to explain, either. not that it seemed like she even wanted to. "i really -- i don't want you to actually pass out or something and...i think i'd be a pretty shitty person if i didn't say anything about it." maybe she won't regard his words with much appreciation, but that wasn't the point of them. "i can get you a drink and maybe something to eat? the vending machine has just been newly stocked so you'll be getting the good stuff..."

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noelle nods, feeling a mixture of anger and shame flood her body, cheeks reddening with the intense emotions as her throat feels on the verge of closing shut. there's no words that are able to come to her easily, not after what she just endured. so she takes a long, deep breath and wills the tears away that want to break free from her big, hurt, blue eyes. " if we're handing out shitty people awards in all of this, you're going to be like... the last person on that nomination list. " noelle couldn't help but let out a pitiful sounding laugh, a halfhearted smile somehow managing to pull at her lips. her husband had definitely earned that title and maybe to some degree, she did too. for continuing to put up with the same shit day after day. she wanted to say no thank you or suggest something small, only because in the back of her mind, her husband's voice was telling her she didn't need empty calories. but the cat was out of the bag already and regardless of what she spends the rest of her time doing here, noelle knows she's likely getting into more trouble when she heads home anyway. so the least she could do is appease this unexpectedly kind man for a little while longer. and maybe because a part of her was itching to make another bad decision, just to spite her husband further. " that would be really great, thank you. " she hopes her appreciation seems genuine because it is, she is thankful and knows she doesn't deserve this man's generosity. " i'd offer to come so i could scope out the goods myself, but something tells me you're not going to let me move from this spot in fear i'll nearly fall on my ass again, so... surprise me. "

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it is a pill hard to swallow, the hold she had on him after so many years apart, when the idea of forever frightened him enough to disappear off of the face of the earth. "believe me, i was a split second away from breaking his arm, but i was afraid i'd do it to the wrong person." he threatens pointedly. after all, her counterpart was an innocent bystander and throughout the whole charade, sloan's intentions were more than see through. as much as she could push his buttons, he's not ready to blow it all up yet. he has barely been twenty-four hours in town, and with her there, he'd need more of a reason to do something that could potentially force their departure. she might need years, decades even, to forgive him, but, obviously, some fun could be had still. a silver lining, a hint of hope, all appears to be ripped from his control, her inclusive, from one moment to another. it's not something he fully understands, others' pain has often been dismissed by him, but she's the exception to all rules. zach might not understand, might not relate, but he couldn't let it go either. much less, when her words cause other worries to rise. she has survived this far on her own, but in reality, he had no idea what got her going. immortality didn't suit everyone. once again, he finds himself tracking her steps, putting a rush to it only when the cold breeze hits his skin, the emptiness of the streets signals green to every bone in his body and before he realises it, he has her pinned against the wall, fingers gripping around her throat tightly — a slight discomfort, pride lost perhaps, but he knew that wasn't physically painfully. regardless, he's not about to just let her go. "you're right, i shouldn't have let you convince me to turn you. that was selfish of me." recognition is half of the battle, right ? not that he has ever cared much about being selfish before. in fact, zach made a point of doing whatever benefited him, always. his fingers around her neck tighten momentarily, nostrils flaring in reflection as darkened blue hues never departure from hers. "do you really believe that i didn't love you ? or, is that another attempt to piss me off ?"

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sloan should have known that zach couldn't just let her go. no matter how much she lashed out and attempted to hurt him the same way he hurt her all those years ago, he wasn't going to leave well enough alone and she didn't know how to feel about it. enraged that he was putting the effort in now that he should have a century ago ? relieved that she wasn't alone anymore ? sloan's head was a mess and the longer she stayed around zach, the worse she feared it would get. desperate to put as much space between them as she could, sloan willed her feet to move as quick as possible. before she had a chance to realize what was happening, zach had spun her around and effectively pinned her against the roughened brick wall of bar. her nostrils flared as she let out a huff, defeat marked on her features when his hand tightened around her throat. sloan's brow cinched, shocked that he was understanding her point of view. while she may not have wanted this now, sloan remembers how she would beg and beg zach. how willing she was to give up any remaining mortal years she had if it meant spending an eternity with him. so could she really blame him for finally giving in ? she attempted to shake her head, unable to move it much with the pressure he had along her neck. " you didn't love me, zach. " her stare was unrelenting, letting him see she meant every word she was saying. for once, it wasn't just to piss him off more. sloan was speaking what she believed was the truth. " i don't think you're capable of love. " sloan's throat bobbed, the hurt of her reality gnawing at the spot in her chest where her heart used to beat. " if you loved me, you never would have left me. or you would have found me or reached out. you literally could have done anything in the last 100 years that made me think you cared. the only reason you even want me right now is because it's convenient for you. "

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the problem with seraphim was how she underestimates the capacity that sebastian had to take control of this situation and tug on the strings to make her crumble under his touch. there was no denying that he knew how much she wanted him. the man had been watching her touch herself to him earlier after all. twisted as his mind must’ve been, he dares to whip out his phone and let him film the sight of her on her hands and knees, the seductress at work as those hips swayed all for him to stare at. he wasn’t even concealing the fact that he liked it, not with how he bites his lips and how he dares loosen his pants to relieve some of that tightness he was feeling within. she was the epitome of temptation on that bed, on his brother’s bed even, wanting him like that. he makes sure he manages to capture all of it, all of her as she presents herself to him and proves how drenched she already was to begin with. not a muscle moved on his body, his gaze fixated on her as he chews on his lower lip to the woman that worships herself and sends prayers to the sky to prevent herself from falling too hard. he could tell she was struggling, that he was the worst for making her get to this point. suppose it was his punishment for her, for even wanting him as bad as she did, but he really didn’t give a damn. he ached for her, his pants falling too the ground was one signal for it. the next was how he discards his phone to the ground, shirt unbuttoning with such a slow teasing manner to give her something to look at. “please what, baby?” he would coo as more of his clothes leave him, even as his knees touch that mattress as he crawls to her. “what do you want me to do to you seraphim?”

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seraphina felt dizzy, her skin burning with an ache that she knew only her future brother-in-law could satisfy. anyone or anything else wouldn't be enough. both her brain and her body were struggling to keep their composure, their individual desires tugging her in different directions. her fingers tingled with the need to touch herself again, to keep up the delicious ministrations until she came so hard she couldn't see straight. but her brain told her to wait, hold off until sebastian told her that she could, knowing that the delayed gratification could prove more satisfying in the end. the sight of sebastian finally undressing provided ample distraction, her eyes trailing every tanned muscle that lined his frame until they landed on the swell of his cock. the blonde bit her lip, a nervous excitement rising in the pit of her stomach, imagining how good it was finally going to feel having him fuck her. seraphina reaches out as he crawls across the mattress towards her, petite hands frantically grasping at his trunk and shoulders, desperate to touch him and feel every inch of his skin. pulling him on top of her, one hand dips into the thick, dark hair that line his neckline, her fingers tugging as they yank to get his attention. " make me come. with your tongue. " she whispers, practically begging, her voice damn near breathless as she squirms beneath him. " i need to know which version of you is better. the fantasy of you in my head from earlier, or this version in front of me. "

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of course, there were some similarities between him and alistair — being brothers and all that, but despite being cut from the same cloth, they were far from different. his brother was more timid, tamer and gentler while sebastian was more than willing to spit back and make sure that seraphina wouldn’t be too comfortable. there was something about making sure that she stayed on edge around him that excited him, especially now when it was all the more obvious with each passing second that they spent with each other. she wasn’t wrong about all it though; he loved this, but he wouldn’t admit to that yet. his eyes were glued onto her, mouth practically watering at the sight of her taking her clothes off like this. her lower half was exposed to him more than ever now and he could feel the blood rushing down to his cock just watching it all unfold. “bet that’s exactly what you want from me, huh, sera?” he would breathe out, leaning in ever so slightly to have their lips that close to one another. “touch yourself then.” once again he’s challenging her, even as he parts his lips and drags his teeth against those plump tiers of hers. she was driving him crazy with just how sexy she really was. it was practically unfair that his brother had so much of her. he wanted more. “i want to see how you touch yourself when you think of me, because i’m pretty sure this isn’t the first time you’ve done it., but don’t you dare come unless i tell you.”

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if there was one thing seraphina hadn't been anticipating, it was sebastian taking her up on her offer. the eager blonde thought that she would tempt him just enough with her words that he'd be coaxed into finally giving her what she wanted -- him. still seraphina didn't let her smirk falter, making it seem like this was all a part of her plan. letting her tongue run along her bottom lip, she allowed herself to taste him, knowing it would only make her crave him more. " you're so cocky you probably think that about every woman you meet. " she shot back over her shoulder as she crept towards the bed. crawling onto the mattress on her hands and knees, seraphina ensured she put on a show for him, sticking her ass out and allowing him a good look at her from behind. once she was settled, she laid herself back against the mountain of pillows, her legs spreading and completely revealing herself to him once again, though this time, intentional. there was no missing the glistening arousal coating the insides of her thighs, showing how ready and willing she was for him, if only he would take advantage of it. running a hand down the front of her dress, seraphina dipped it between her legs, dragging some of the wetness up to her clit. gaze settling on sebastian, seraphina began touching herself in slow circles, setting a steady pace. the heat in his stare was intoxicating and seraphina allowed herself to imagine it was him touching her instead, forcing herself to quicken her movements. desperate to find her release, her fingers moved fast and erratically, causing her eyes to flutter shut as she arched back against the pillows, soft murmured curses falling from her lips. she was close, so fucking close, that if she kept going she knew she was going to come. and hard. promptly, seraphina clamped her thighs together, hoping to abate the blissful feeling from dragging her over the edge. " please, sebastian. " she whimpered, legs trembling as she opened her eyes, turning her stare back on him. her fingers were itching to start moving again, feel that build-up that there would be no turning back from, but seraphina knew she couldn't do it, not until he told her so. she was afraid to find out what would happen if she didn't listen.

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The Protégé (2021)

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for @mjwritings continued from here.

"we won't get caught," eyes roll over the concept. his mother was too busy shining a light up his brother's ass to see what anyone else was doing. his brother was too arrogant to think any woman would ever want more than what he could provide them with. "and what my brother and mother don't know cannot hurt them, or you…" he reminds her, and it's not as though he'd be this eager if he hadn't determined that there was something there in her eyes, tempted by his offer. it wouldn't be anything more than harmless fun and he appreciated that. she was bound to become his brother's wife. it was inevitable. yet he couldn't force those desires down and he couldn't stop the temptation to bring her into his sordid fantasies, on the off chance she might take him up on them. "all your excuses lead me to believe that you would like to go up to my hotel room with me right now, but i'm not about to pressure you, darling." he shifts to reach into his blazer pocket, grasping at the spare hotel key card before sliding it over to her, "if you want it -- you can come and get it, and nobody will see us leave together, so the possibility of getting caught is slip to none." his fingers slide across the back of her hand, before he's downing the rest of his drink with a smooth ease, standing from his stool and throwing her a simple glance, before he's disappearing from view and going back to his hotel room, hopeful that she will join him.

[mjwritings]

reese hated that halston was so confident that he was able to disregard all the traditional rules about monogamy and healthy family dynamics so easily. especially when each and every little decision reese made weighed so heavily on her mind. her lips parted, a denial full of blatant dishonesty on the tip of her tongue, ready to dispel his suspicions, but she stopped short when her eyes shifted to the hotel room key sliding across the bar counter. reese bit her lip, chewing on the corner contemplatively, as she considered his offer. she knew what she should do, but was also very aware of what she wanted to do. her gaze followed his movements until he disappeared from her line of vision, sighing loudly as she traced a line of condensation down her drink, buying herself a few more seconds of pondering. finally having enough of the bartender's curious stare, wondering if she's going to follow him or not, reese slips off her stool. her heart thrummed harder in her chest with every step she took towards the elevator, finger hesitating over the button before she committed. reese felt like she was in someone else's body, couldn't believe that it was her making the decision to do this. but if halston said it wasn't a big deal, maybe it wasn't. once she reached the room number designated on the key, reese lingered outside. yes, she had a key, but should she knock ? it felt stupid to knock, but then again, it felt intrusive to walk right in. finally, she decided to slide the key into the lock, taking a deep breath when it beeped. pushing the door open slowly, she peeked around the corner, looking for any sign of him. " you haven't changed your mind yet, have you ? "

[intcxications]

her fierce attitude was something that sebastian didn’t expect, but it was not unwelcome. knowing that she was hoping to join into their family, such strong personalities were practically a prerequisite to it. no wonder his brother happened to fall in love with her. however, he figures that maybe her lust-drunk brain couldn’t wrap it around her head that sebastian was actually right there before her eyes and this was no sick fantasy of hers that was simply put with so much detail to it. “bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he would tell her as his finger continuously drags itself against her, encouraging her to dive deeper into her darkest desires. she’s already dipped her toes in it, might as well drown. this side to seraphina was one that he’s finding such joy in, knowing that she’d kept this side to herself for so long, one that probably was reserved for his brother. too bad it was him who was relishing the sight of her curiosity over his girth, how he’d push his lips forward to even have her enjoy the sight of how hard he had gotten over her. “are you that desperate for my cock inside of you already, seraphina?” he would taunt her. there was no way he was going to let her take the win, not when it was her who was practically on the brink of orgasm moments again. so let her watch him cooing to see her mouth around his finger, to be so proud of even tasting herself. “such a whore you are.” and dares to part her legs wider with his own, urging her to keep that dress hiked up around her waist. “take your panties off. now.”

[mjwritings]

if there was one thing that seraphina could appreciate about sebastian, beyond his unfairly good looks and seemingly above average sized cock, it was his uncanny ability to dish back everything that she threw at him. the banter she shared with his brother was strikingly different. more mild-mannered and reserved, which in other words was downright boring. maybe that's what had led her to stray, to fantasize about someone else. it was hard to tell what had led her to this point, only that seraphina knew her impending marriage was already doomed. because what she currently felt towards sebastian was far beyond anything she ever felt for his brother. " you love it. " she chided in response, arching a brow as if she was challenging him to deny it. fingers sliding beneath the elastic band of her panties, serena slowly wiggled them over her hips and down her long, tanned legs at his request. with an easy grace, she stepped out of each leg hole, ensuring that the thin, dainty fabric didn't get caught on the bottom of her heels. when she was completely bared from the waist down, seraphina stood up to full height once again, cocking her head to look up at him. " are you going to take advantage of me now, sebastian? " a look of mischief flickering behind her gaze told him that she wanted him to do exactly that. or at this point, she'd just be happy to have his hands on her again in any capacity at all. tiptoeing a little closer to him, seraphina's leaned in, ghosting her lips against his before speaking. " if you don't want to, i'll be more than happy to crawl back on that bed and please myself. maybe this time you won't interrupt. "