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It’s been 84 years, but now that I’ve finally got most of my shit together, I realized I kinda??? miss this blog???

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Tyler wouldn’t be surprised if his fingers had turned white from how hard his grip on the steering wheel was. He doubted she had the faintest clue about what she was doing to him, he hated that that made this even more difficult for him. Her innocent words and actions were far too … inviting. Tyler had to stay clear of her. He was pretty sure her brother would kill him, and Tyler wasn’t quite done living yet. He breathed a sigh of relief when she moved her hands away, finally get to his place. He stopped the car, reached over to unbuckle her seat belt and open the door. He didn’t think that answering her would be the best idea, so he kept quiet, walking to the passenger side to help her out onto the pavement. He kept her steady as he walked to the door, getting the door open after fumbling for a few seconds. “Good. Home sweet home.” He turned the light on for the apartment, leading her towards the bedroom. “Um, I might have a t shirt and some shorts you can wear. So you’ll be more comfortable.” He’d decided he would sleep on the couch. It was the best idea and he knew that. He walked to the closet after helping her to the bed, grabbing an old t shirt of his and a new basketball shorts he’d bought. It’d turn out to be too small for him, and he didn’t think Scout would mind her sleeping attire, albeit it being dirty clothes. “I’ll go get you some advil while you get dressed.” 

In her inebriated state, it was practically impossible for Scout to pick up on just how uncomfortable she was making Tyler, unable to see him gripping the steering wheel so tightly or to really notice that he was avoiding eye contact with her. She was just in her own head space, occasionally turning to watch dark scenery brush by as they drove. When they got to his place and he went over to help her out of the car, she tried to stifle a giggle but failed, instead just clinging onto him until they got inside and into his bedroom. At that point she’d almost forgotten about the promise of more alcohol-- she was more focused on checking out his room, gaze drifting from one side to the next as she sat patiently on the edge of his bed. “Ooh, they look comfy,” she piped up, accepting the clothes and almost immediately stripping herself of the cute little dress she’d been wearing, oblivious to whether or not he was still watching. Then her arms reached behind her back, trying to undo the clasp of her bra, which was a task made much more difficult thanks to the booze in her system. She sighed. “I can’t reach.”

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“I love being a little slut if it’s for daddy” stella whimpered, her body arching up at his touch as her needs were finally beginning to be acknowledged. “Please show me, daddy” she teased with her moans filling the small room easily. “Please” the young girl began to beg softly, intensifying with each moment that she wasn’t allowed to feel the full pleasure that was his touch. “I need you daddy, need you inside of me” she mused with anticipation as she bucked her hips towards him. “Please show me you’re the only one that can fuck me in this house” she mused loudly. 

Anthony’s touch was aggressive and hard, wanting Stella to fully understand that she was also receiving a punishment in that moment. The pads of his fingers continued to rub against her clit faster and rougher than when he started, and his hulking form hovered over hers. “That’s what I thought. Just look at yourself-- already begging like a little slut and we haven’t even gotten started,” he said, voice coarse and taunting. “What makes you think you even deserve me fucking you? After the shit you pulled tonight? Maybe I’ll just stop right now, tie your wrists to the bedposts and leave you all alone.” It was harsh, but he was angry with her, seeing nothing but red. So he slipped a teasing finger inside of her as his thumb worked on her clit. “Keep begging.”

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she rolled her eyes as he went on about his house his rules. it was such backwards logic, but she didn’t call him on it. she huffed, and moved over towards him, “it’s just a little skin, it’s not like i’m walking around without my panties on or something. i’m still covered.” she crossed her arms and popped her hip slightly as she looked at him, “see, it’s not that bad. you’re just overreacting about it.”

even if she’d chosen to fight him on his made up rules, it wasn’t likely that anthony would even care. he was stubborn as an ox, often only seeing things the way he wanted them to be even when it made little sense. when she was finally in front of him, he eyed her for a moment as if considering her argument., then let his hands reach out to find her hips in a firm grip. “it’s even worse up close,” he chided. “do you even understand the kind of attention you’ll draw dressed like this? you really want that from strangers?”

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He had been watching her all night, hell, he had been watching her for years; his friend’s near angelic little sister having grown up into a perfect specimen. His eyes fell down, gazing at her as she stood all too close for her own good, his hands itching to grab her hips and pull her those last few inches to him. “Mm, you think so?” He questioned, raising a brow, just knowing he was going to get himself into trouble. “Why don’t you follow me to my room? We’ll see what we can find you, princess.” 

Scout didn’t even know what time it was anymore or where her brother had run off to, but she wasn’t particularly worried about it, either. All she cared about was continuing her little drunken night, as it was the first time she’d ever gotten properly wasted, so when David suggested going to his room, she didn’t see anything wrong with it. “Okie-doke,” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his bicep, clinging onto him. “Let’s go there. It sounds like fun.”

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“’Fraid not.” She spoke up, words gentle, almost amused by the clear annoyance and stress that seemed to be coursing through the older male. It was clear that he wasn’t exactly in the mood for anyone’s presence, so she figured it best to not waste any of his time. “I’m actually Arabella; my father Samuel Alvarez works for you and he called the other day to say he’d send me in with the work he needed to get in. His mother is in the hospital and he unfortunately had to fly home without much notice.” Dark hues scanned his features for reaction, a small smile upon her full lips. “The secretary told me to come on in but…if this is a bad time, I can stop in later.” 

Fingers pressed to his temple, Phillip listened to the girl as she explained her presence but still didn’t yet look up. The documents on his desk were a mess, honestly, in need of revisions and more attention than he’d been hoping to give them, but had to get done nonetheless. After a moment, he sighed and looked up, eyes meeting hers in a bit of surprise-- Samuel had talked about his daughter before, but Phillip never knew the girl was so beautiful. A smile danced on his features and he stood from his desk. “Arabella, of course,” he chimed, stepping out from behind his desk only to lean back against the front of it. “I guess your visit must’ve slipped my mind.  It’s nice to finally meet you, though. Your dad talks about you all the time.” He gestured to the armchair in front of him while his eyes shamelessly looked her over. “Please, take a seat.”

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“I bet you do, don’t you.” Amber shouldn’t feel thrilled doing this. This was her mother’s husband. She loved him. But did he love her? He couldn’t have if he was so easily tempted by Amber. So maybe that made this okay. Or maybe she was just trying to find some reason for her not pulling away anymore. “But you’re just as desperate to be the one to spread them, aren’t you? Tell me, how long have you been thinking about spreading my legs, daddy.” 

He was running of patience for her little game, for her attitude and the way she kept pushing him, but then he noticed how she’d stopped trying to escape his grip. Perfect. “Maybe I should give that bratty little mouth something better to do--” he grumbled, but quickly took hold of Amber’s waist and maneuvered them over to the counter so he could bend her down over it. Then with a little dark grin, his hands were sliding down to her thighs, practically yanking them apart. “I’m gonna go ahead and guess you’ve never been fucked by a man before, huh? Only those little boys you like to run around with,” he prodded. “Probably never even had a real cock inside you.”

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Maggie gave him one last spin around before facing him fully, putting her hands on her hips. “Well, I’m going to have to go outside. I have class soon.” She let out a small laugh. “What, do you want me to just skip out on my education?”

“Just for now, baby girl-- class can wait. I’ll write you a note if you promise to behave,” he said, eyes raking over her form as he smirked. Truthfully, the idea of her skipping school completely to just stay home with him all day was definitely appealing. He gestured for her to get closer, straightening his posture. “Come here.”

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He was seriously going to go through with this, Milan could see the resolve reflected in his eyes and it sent a chill through her. Her purse dropped back to the bench, and she did her best to keep her breathing even as she shook her head in disbelief. “How about we don’t, and just say we did. Hell I’ll even tell him you were better than he could ever be.” Of course she’d try to bargain her way out of this one last time, for the sake of her dignity. It wasn’t like the guy was unattractive, he was simply a stranger and she had too much pride to let herself be used as a god damn payback fuck.

When Max put his mind to something, no matter how big or small the task, he always got it done. So regardless of how much the girl wanted to bargain her way out of it, she’d need a miracle to get him to back down. “Yeah, that’s not gonna fly, love,” he said with a shake of his head. He was still blocking the door and had slipped a hand behind his back to lock it. “Maybe you don’t understand how things work in ‘ere, but this is my business, and what I say goes. So you’ve got two options before I just take what I want-- either get on your knees or bend yourself over that chair. What’s it gonna be? 

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she pouted as he took her face in his hand, her own hands resting on his chest. stevie wasn’t happy with the situation, but she was determined to get her way. “i’ll be with my friends, though.” she sighed. “and everyone dresses like this, it’s not that big of a deal.” stevie continues. “besides. i have other things saved for you.” she teases, punctuating her sentence with a wink.

deep down, anthony knew he was being unfair, but it didn’t bother him enough to change his ways-- he still felt like he needed to have some control over her. “i don’t care if everyone dresses like that, stevie. you’re not everyone-- you’re mine,” he said, angling her chin up towards him before letting go. then his hands traveled down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “don’t you want to stay home and show off those other things? your friends will forgive you.”

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I’ve still got lots of drafts saved, so if you haven’t gotten a reply from me yet it’s probably on my to-do list. I’m gonna get as many done tonight as I can, so just bear with me asdklhsdf

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(Open to female muses, 18+)

“If you’re here for the interview, you’re early,” Phillip said, not bothering to look up from the papers spread out on his desk. He had a million things to do that day and couldn’t waste any extra time on a wannabe-employee who, apparently, couldn’t even tell time. “But come in, I guess. Take a seat.”

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As if the universe didn’t prove just how much it really hated Tyler, Scout’s palm moved further up his thigh. He sucked in a soft breath, and if he wasn’t as good of a driver as he was, the car might have swerved a bit on the road. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, and he kept his eyes straight ahead. He didn’t think looking at her would help the situation one bit. Neither did her suggestion. “It’s really okay, Scout. I don’t mind, and it doesn’t bother me. It won’t bother me.” But laying in bed next to her just might. “I can keep you safe from the couch. I’m very agile. I’ll be in that room kicking anyone’s butt in no time.” Tyler made a left turn after the traffic light turned yellow, his house just a few short blocks away. “I want you to be comfortable. I tend to hog the covers.”

“But what if I want you to sleep with me?” Scout asked, shifting in her seat so that she was angled towards him, hand still on his thigh as she pouted. Because she was so delightfully plastered, even she couldn’t tell if her words were still as innocent as they had been earlier; she was just saying whatever came to mind first, even though that was bound to get her in trouble. “Besides, you can hog the covers all you want if you keep me warm, instead. It’ll be fun. Like a sleepover!” She laughed, a bubbly little sound, and finally pulled her hand back to her own lap. “Don’t you want to have fun with me, Tyler?”

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anyone wanna give me a plot where a ceo sleeps with one of his employee’s daughters after a company party? he brings her to this fancy hotel and wine & dines her. he thinks everything is going great until he asks if he can take her on a real date. but oops? she says no but doesn’t tell him the reason is because she’s not quite eighteen yet. he tries SO hard to forget her but is constantly reminded that she’s the only girl that has made him feel anything in ages. so now he either risks it all or suffer knowing he can’t have her ( which is hard since he sees her every time her father brings her to work ). all the angst & smut pls.

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&&   “I’m only as petty as you care to make me, Anthony.” His laughter hadn’t made it any better—she would drill herself into a realm of stubbornness before she gave in. “It would appear so, yes. And would you look at that?” Testily, Artemis placed her hand on the doorknob and turned it until the door cracked open. “Whether you let me or not, I’m leaving anyways.”

“I swear to God, Artemis, if you take one step outside of this house--” Anthony warned, walking over to her in long, stalking strides. He was being possessive and irrational, but she knew exactly how to bring out that side in him, and once he was heated up there was really no backing down. “What do you want from me, huh? Why do you wanna make me so angry?” His hands found her waist and he pulled her against him in one, harsh movement. “And what do you think is stopping me from dragging your ass upstairs right now?”

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he groaned softly when her hand began to stroke at him through his boxers. with a grin on his lips mathias made quick work of ripping those thin pieces of fabric that kept her covered. “c’mere.” he mumbled, leaning down to capture her lips in a hungry kiss as his hands moved to grope against her ass. soon strong arms would lift her with ease, and pressing her against the wall he let his lips trail down her neck and to her perfect breasts. 

eve let out a sharp breath when he stripped her of her remaining lingerie, and then again as she was lifted off the ground. her legs immediately wrapped around his thick torso, eager to have him as close as he could get. “you should come over more often,” she purred as his lips found her breasts, back arching against the wall while her hands trailed through his hair. she could already feel herself getting wet for him, and she bucked her hips forward to prove it. “mm-- i need you.”

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He just had a response for everything she said, didn’t he? Well so did she. Two could very well play at this game. She laughed out loud again, but not before hissing after he’d held his grip on her even tighter. “Oh, I do know. Why do you think I’m leaving dressed like this in the first place? Do you wish I was spreading my legs for you instead?” She tried again to get out of his grip. He was far too strong for her. Ridiculously strong. 

Her laughter and refusal to just give up only spurred Anthony on, and he pressed himself against her back, practically flattening her to the door. If he’d been drunk, his behavior might have been a little more excusable, but the terrible truth was that he was completely sober and still carrying on with her. “I’m starting to think I should just teach you that lesson myself,” he threatened, large hand sliding down to cup her ass in a hard squeeze. “Since you’re apparently so desperate for someone to spread those legs.”