the war inside my brain

HIGHLY nsfw indie blog. mun is 27. muses 18+.

[thistoxicloveaffair]

connor was struggling to calm himself down from that incredible orgasm, and he couldn’t help but whine as the male pulled out of him so his knot wouldn’t catch. though he hated to admit it, his inner omega loved the feeling of being filled with an alpha’s knot, but he knew it was for the better because he couldn’t remember having the male put a condom on anyway and the last thing he needed was to get knotted in that case. he let out a breathy laugh at his words, shaking his head as he pushed himself up and released his grip from the sheets, running his hand through his hair and unsticking the strands that got pressed against his now sweaty forehead. “i think you might be the death of me too,” he murmured in response, settling himself on his hips. “feel better?” he mused, smirking down at the alpha.

     in the aftermath of his own orgasm he was in a bit of a haze. the first in his veins was subsiding - though for how long was anyone’s guess - and he was enjoying the buss of completion. connor was dangerously vivid in his his dreamlike state, standing out against the nondescript background of his room. jake’s attention was hyper focused on the fingers brushing through his hair and the breathy tone of his voice. the ginger couldn’t remember ever being so sexually satisfied or having returned the favor for that matter. “i’d be better if you weren’t so far out of reach,” he teased. he could have easily pulled connor back against him but that wasn’t the point. jake told him he got to control the situation and he wasn’t going to take that away now. even if he was of sound judgment for the time being he knew his heat could change things.  however close connor allowed himself to get, it would be entirely his decision.

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timer couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke. he was glad that they had a great relationship at least. he couldn’t imagine having to be one of those co-workers that hated each other off set. it was admirable that they were able to make it work, but timer knew he was lucky to be friends with all of his costars. “100%, how can you not crack up laughing at least once when you’re having fake sex? the whole thing just seems ridiculous.” he smirked, but he knew the fans would love it. it cemented their relationship on the show, allowing both of them to be vulnerable for once. “you may fall a little bit in love with me, i am quite the lover.” timer laughed, walking into the room that was designated as his bedroom for the show. the director came over, giving the two some staging directions and a bit of a pep talk. “well, here goes nothing.” he smiled, settling on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands as his eyes trailed over sidney, waiting for their cue.

     it was ridiculous, but that was the life of an actress and sidney accepted it. there weren’t nearly as many opportunities to play a character that didn’t involve being the love interest as she would have liked. this show was an exception. sure she was tied to timer’s character but it had been a natural development. neither of them were defined by the relationship and yet it still gave the production heart. who didn’t want to be part of that kind of writing? it helped that they got on well and the crew wasn’t forcing them together. no matter how hard she tried, sidney was sure she couldn’t fake this sort of chemistry. “then i guess i’ll just have to be careful casanova,” she grinned. they hadn’t been given much direction about the scene, just let it happen. the brunette hadn’t been worried about that until the cameras started rolling. there was a sudden tinge of anxiousness that hit her and sidney was grateful the scene called for it. fake sex wasn’t that big of a deal, was it? she closed the door behind her back pressed against the wood as if to be as far from him as possible. “i saw you with her and i...” sidney stopped, hoping the delivery didn’t seem to fake. “i’m tired of pretending...” the line went on but sidney cut it short. they said just go with it and for a brief moment she felt brave enough to do this her way. sidney crossed the room, settling beside him and making the first move. “i don’t want to be just friends,” she breathed, pressing her lips to his.

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“Why is it wasted? Because you wanna fit it? That explains a lot.” Months of insanity were exhausting on his body, unused to the marriage life that came with a full-time as a babysitter, but a part of him did question what went down on that brain of hers. Simran’s wasn’t uneducated, quite the contrary, and she didn’t seem like she needed to fit in either, yet what else would explain the constant need for rampage? Their union wasn’t a part of her plan, but it wasn’t a part of his plan either. “Salwar suit? Totally, yeah. You should get it.” There was nothing wrong with throwing some money around. Their wealth needed to be spent, whereas money wasn’t an issue, there were limits to all cases. It wasn’t like he expected a devoted housewife, someone that cooked day and night and cared for the house ; truthfully, that sounded like a nightmare close to what he had been living as it was. “Okay.” River nods, but the lack of strength and the plain mistrust was impossible to ignore. Why would she want to stick around for that? His first guess was that she’d want to avoid his Yale buddies as much as possible, or thereby his people at all costs, yet there she was, offering herself to the first opportunity presented. Granted, that left him a bit puzzled. “In that case, be home around six. I could use some help cooking.” He informs. It was probably pushing it a bit, but he couldn’t help but wanting to see how far she’d go.

The thought of her caring enough to want to fit in made Simran roll her eyes. She had been judged as an outsider most of her life. Nothing she did would ever change where she’d come from, so what was the point in trying to conform? She could never be like River and his family - neither could the clothes of her homeland. If anything the garment would be wasted on the unappreciative American public who couldn’t appreciate it for what it was. They’d diminish it with the word exotic or not even have the decency to explain the style. They’d mince it down to traditional or miscredit it as a sari. She couldn’t decide which was more annoying. “If we weren’t committed to loathing each other I might confess it’s cute the way you try.” If he thought she didn’t notice he was more naive than Simran expected. River had made an effort, more of one than she’d offered, and they’d come to an impasse because of it. Only now that h was no longer willing to try and she was just starting to. It was a complication neither of them needed but if this went to hell at least they couldn’t blame it all on her. “What’s to be on the menu?” Simran wasn’t entirely sure if this was a test but a life time in the tabloids taught her many things. First and foremost that shock came in many forms. Playing the part for his sake could be just as unsettling as drunkenly stumbling in and she was eager to see the response her mild cooperation got. “Nothing too posh I hope? Unless you were the sort of uni boys that ate caviar and played poker. I might have to reconsider if you were.” She’d had enough of that lot to last a lifetime. 

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             tristan definitely wasn’t ready for this, but truthfully the boy didn’t know if he ever would be fully ready. he had to force himself into the situation and stop worrying about be found out. that was a the luxury of a faceless tinder however, it kept his anonymity in tact. that obviously faded with visual contact, but the spotlight on him didn’t matter with just one person. his eyes fell on her face finally. even more gorgeous in person. “put me at ease? how?” he asked rather sheepishly. he couldn’t imagine it would be an easy task for anyone. trist reached for the glass of water in front of him and immediately started chugging it until it was gone.

     eva crossed one leg over the other, leaning into him affectionately. it didn’t matter that they were practically strangers. in a matter of speaking she owned him and she suspected that was exactly what tristan wanted. otherwise, why would he have shown her what he did? he’d been looking for someone to confide in and now eva was here to show him the attention he craved. “for starters, why don’t you take a deep breath. nothing bad is going to happen, not while i’m around.” if eva excelled at anything it was damage control. she was more than capable of keeping this secret for them both. “and a kiss would be nice, just here on the cheek. perfectly innocent affection.” 

[scftboyz]

open to: f/nb plot: tinder date where tristan’s profile was just him in lingerie with his face was hidden to hide his identity.

     tristan stood outside the door wondering if he should turn back and run. it was already fifteen minutes past the agreed upon time and he had spent the majority of it in this exact position. finally a deep breath was taken as he found the courage to open the door and step into the establishment. he looked around the the restaurant to find the girl he was supposed to meet. the only person now in his life that really knew about him. deep in the back of the room he saw her, sitting by herself waiting for him. it was becoming closer to reality with every step he took and once he reached the table the boy bit into his lip. “sorry i’m late… i panicked for a minute…”

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     considering what she knew, eva hadn’t expected him to show up. in fact the blonde was perfectly content with making eyes at the guy across the bar who kept sending her drinks. it was only a matter of time before he’d decide to take that final leap and come up to her. at least then the night wouldn’t be a total bust. he lost his chance though, tristan finding his nerve first, and she didn’t give him a second glance. eva looked up at the tristan, big green eyes soft and innocent. “it’s all right sweetheart. you’re here now.” she patted the seat beside her with a well manicured hand. there was no point in letting the awkwardness of his uncertainty be dragged out any longer. “let me put you at ease.” eva could think of a few ways to do that. she could also think of a few ways to get him all worked up again.

[thistoxicloveaffair]

River had reached his quota for the time being. One man could only take down so much beating, and he no longer wanted to be a willing participating in her mind games. As much faith as he wanted to put on her, the fact that she was behaving for one night alone, that wasn’t enough to convince him as a whole. Even that, was a bit of a stretch. “I see. And you’re not getting one?” It was impossible not to pick on how she phrased her explanation. It sounded a bit off, the fact that she was willing to spend an afternoon somewhere with a friend, only for the friend’s sake, but he wasn’t going to try, and pick that one apart ; some things were better left alone. He needed to pick his battles right. With the slap to his arm, he lets a breathless chuckle to fall from his lips. “In the very least, Playboy is known world wide. It’s the better pick out of the two.” It was a brief, surely disappointing moment of sincerity, where their personalities caught a bit of sunlight, yet retrieved as soon as possible. There was no doubt there, that their walls were another part of their problems, but again, she needed to be willing to work with him in order to see some change. “You wouldn’t?” He asks dubiously, with his brows furrowed. “You don’t have to. I’m sure that you’d rather kick back in some dream-y beach somewhere.” He paused. “A couple of their partners are coming too, but again, not required. I don’t… lie to friends.” He didn’t brag about how much of a disgrace, and sham, that marriage was, but he didn’t make a point to straight up lie unnecessarily either.

     One moment he was criticizing her spending habits and the next he was questioning her thriftiness. Simran wished he would just make up his mind about what he wanted from her. River’s mixed messages were getting old and only made it more difficult to find common ground. She didn’t have any interest in truly making this work but at the very least they didn’t have to hate each other. Or maybe hating each other was the only way they could endure it. Simran wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “It’s a beautiful garment but wasted here. American fashion is so mundane.” There were exceptions to the rule of course but nothing compared to the traditional clothes of back him. “A proper salwar suit would be nice though,” she considered it for a long moment. Her parents had always been particular about embracing the American lifestyle. They said it was the only way they would succeed. Simran had always disagreed on that fact. There were times when she wished they’d never left India. That little girl would have been disappointed in this woman. “If it’s world domination we’re after then I suppose my choice is made up.” Simran knew a destructive choice like that would never be good for them but it was still entertaining to consider. At least for a moment it didn’t matter what everyone else would approve of. Dark eyes studied him curiously, trying to discern what answer he was hoping for. If River wanted her gone he wouldn’t have mentioned it but he didn’t exactly seem invested in the idea of her sticking around either. “Well,” she offered casually, “there’s nothing I enjoy more than meeting new people.” Simran was genuine in her answer. She truly was a people person and capable of making great first impressions when it suited her. Plus she was curious what sort of things she could learn about River. “It could be fun.”

[thistoxicloveaffair]

It wasn’t the first time, that his lack of free time was seen as less, as if he wasn’t physical capable of having fun. That was true to some extent, though not fully. But with the new changes in his life, how could he possibly redirect his attention elsewhere? If only, he were able to see some effort in return, but as it stands, their lack of effort was a two-way street ; with the exception of when their parents were involved in the equation. Sadly, wealth and power had the last word. “I love plenty of things but none that you’d approve of, I’m certain.” Their common dislike was one another, but aside from that, there wasn’t much in common to be found. A weekend away, a few days in another state or continent, that brought a new set of energy in between them ; he needed the charge, anyway. “Anarkali?” His right brow arched. As the A-grade student that he had been, prior to their marriage, he had studied about her plenty, or at least as much as he could ; his contacts and social media could only tell so much, though. “I say, go for the Playboy Mansion. I hear the bar is set pretty low these days over there.” He answers, with a soft-almost-amused smile on his features. If there was no stopping her, he might as well try and see the bright side, as temporary and as sad as it was ; by this point, his bar was set pretty low too. “Does that mean that you won’t be around on Monday? A couple of my Yale buddies are coming over. It’s not a wife needed thing, though.”

     Simran wasn’t exactly annoyed that he thought he knew her. She had made the same assumptions about him. Still, no matter what conclusions he came to, it didn’t mean he knew everything about her. River Definitely didn’t know what she liked. If someone asked he’d probably saying drinking and parties which barely scratched the surface of who she was. “Try me. There has to be something that we can agree on.” Simran wasn’t going to hold her breath but anything was possible. “It’s a traditional Pakistani dress. Beautiful fabric, intricate embroidery.” She spoke about it in a dreamy sort of way. If there was one thing she missed about living back home in Mumbai it was the clothes. American fashion left so much to be desired. “Good to know you think so highly of me,” she laughed, learning over to slap him playfully. Simran couldn’t remember the last time they spoke so freely. She supposed she had herself to blame for that, not that she’d admit it. Over the last several months the brunette had spent so much time trying to escape him and their marriage she never stopped long enough to get to know him. Simran didn’t mean to be so but taking the time felt too much like giving in. She took another drink of wine, looking over him at her glass with an air of confusion. Had she just heard him properly? “I wouldn’t mind meeting some of your friends.” She said genuinely. “Would you like me around?” They were his friends and the choice was on River’s shoulders. Simran might have been going back on her word tonight but she wasn’t going to invite herself where she wasn’t welcome. 

[thistoxicloveaffair]

Did he have trust on this sudden change of hers? Not one bit. Each one of his steps were taken carefully, like the calm before the storm, however, there was nothing left to do but wait on his part. River’s brows furrowed, encountered with her out of the pool, semi-decent and already drinking ; no surprise there. “Not much of a wine lover, but thanks.” Not much of an alcohol lover altogether, aside from social events or the occasional long night stuck at the office, alcohol didn’t run across his veins very often. His body was his temple: aside from the stress that was unavoidable, he tried to keep himself in the best possible form. “All packed.” He confirms, with a short nod, taking a seat then on a chair nearby. There wasn’t much left to do, aside from sleeping in early, but for once he wasn’t in a rush, far too used to running on only a few hours of sleep. “What are the plans for this weekend? Gonna start applying for jobs?” He teases. The absurdity of his own comment, bringing a soft chuckle out of his lips.

     “Do you love anything? Other than your job and long vacations from me?” Given the common thread she was certain his answer would be equally uninspiring. Dark eyes followed him as he moved to sit by her, slightly off put by the ease of it. They spent so much time dancing circles around each other when she was sober. What changed now? “Parineeti has the final fitting for her Anarkali suit and then we’re going to her father’s home in Goa for a few days,” she answered. His second question wasn’t so willingly received but she applauded him for adding it all the same. She couldn’t be the only one taking shots. “I was thinking of applying at the Playboy Mansion or maybe Girls Gone Wild?” She couldn’t have been further from serious. Though Simran’s antics attracted a lot of attention she’d never do anything to purposely upset him or her family. Drunken stupidity was one thing, soft core porn wasn’t nearly as forgivable. Despite what most of them wanted to believe Simran wasn’t stupid. She had gone to a good university and gotten God marks. The brunette was capable of thriving in River’s world. What she lacked was the desire to prove her own competence. If people started to believe that Simran could take care of herself then they’d stop making excuses for her antics. She’d be cut off from the wealth that she’d suffered for and be relegated to the same robotic routine as River. The brunette didn’t see any reason to rush into that.

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A small gasp left Catherine’s lips as her uncle’s hands moved over her breasts. Her eyes turned to the action, watching as he massaged her. She swallowed hard as she felt a tingling sensation arise in her core, one she was rather unfamiliar with. She bit her lip as she continued to watch him kneed at her bosom, the action mesmerizing in both physical and mental arenas. She could feel what she assumed to be his member pressed to her back. The sensations together made her nipples rise to attention of their own accord.

”I am not sure how you might achieve that,” Catherine said in a low voice, coming out sounding similar to a whimper. “I have much to learn in... many areas.”

She wasn’t sure why she was alluding to the things she was, but it came out of her as if her body gave her mind no choice in the matter.

     In the past, Gael had always steered clear of virgins. The potential for attachment and all the trouble that followed was of little interest to him. He preferred a woman well versed in the art of making love. Then he could indulge in the pleasure without any of the consequences. For Catherine he was willing to make an exception. She was his beloved niece after all. Who better to prepare her for the demands of the marriage bed then him?

     It was how sensitive she was to touch that got the better of him in the end. Each hitched breath and needy whisper. Her attempts at innuendos were endearing and only encouraged him further. “Then I shall have to teach you,” he replied casually, rolling a hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

    Gael’s attention didn’t remain there long. It was impossible to know how much time they’d have together before someone was bound to disrupt and he wanted to make the most of it. His left hand moved down over Catherine’s stomach, gently tugging at her shift so it bunched up around her thighs and exposed her womanhood. “Our first and most important lesson. You do not need a man to do for you, what you can do for yourself.” Taking his niece’s hand he pressed it against the slickness between her thighs, guiding Catherine’s fingers to rub lightly over her clit. 

[thistoxicloveaffair]

based on i’m standing up in my best friend’s wedding and she is marrying my ex-boyfriend. now i’m drunk and everyone else is slow dancing with their dates. hey best man, we’ve known each for like ever, please dance with me so i don’t look so pathetic. open to m.

      crystal stemware was grasped between perfectly manicured nails, champagne spilling past lips painted modest pink. she looked perfect, smiled pretty, and said all the right things. if only her inner monologue matched the flawless facade she was putting forward. maybe then this wouldn’t be so difficult to stomach. reagan knew that she was being childish. this was her best friend’s wedding! she should have been happy for her, and yet, she couldn’t convince her air of nonchalance to go beyond superficial. best friends didn’t date each other’s exes, they certainly didn’t marry them. if it had been anyone other than him the brunette might have been able to get over it. might have been able to ignore the underhanded way this all went down. unfortunately it was hard to ignore the knife digging into her back. why was she even invited to this thing? reagan sighed as the band began to play put your head on my shoulder. she refused to be that girl sitting on the outskirts, longing after some guy who had moved on. there had to be someone else she could entertain herself with, if only to distract from them. moving across the ballroom reagan got up the nerve to approach the best man. “care to dance?” if he shut her down now she was going home. the brunette had been humiliated enough for one night.

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connor felt embarrassed that jake had seen him this way, he wasnt anything but his tough facade, and he usually never let anyone see past it. which was why it was so strange that connor had ended up here, and why it was so out of character for him to cry infront of somebody. he trudged his way to the alphas room, already knowing where it was from the few times he had been here before. he pushed open the door and groaned, throwing his shirt onto his dresser and setting himself gently on the bed. he seriously didnt want any blood to get on the sheets, even though jake had said it was fine. he felt bad enough for waking the male up at this time of night just to take care of him. he wasnt even his alpha, so it was a bit out of character. he glanced up from his stare down with his hands as jake entered the room, smiling and shifting on the bed. he glanced to the ice and nodded to his words, holding his hand out for the ice. “im probably not the prettiest sight in the world right now,” he joked, laughing softly. it wasnt like the fight was connor’s first. he had been in plenty before he had even met jake, and a few even after they had met. he was sure this wasnt going to be his last, but for now he just liked to imagine it was, because the pain from the bruises was enough to almost make him want to not go to bars anymore.

     the only thing the bruises changed was how much jake wanted to protect him. not that he would ever say that out loud. the last thing he wanted was for connor to think he was like every other alpha who had to take control. that wasn’t jake’s style and connor was more than capable of handling himself. hell, he’d taken care jake on more occasions than was probably reasonable. if anything he was the dominant force in this relationship. still, the ginger wanted to return his kindness. so what if they weren’t anything serious. friends were allowed to look out for each other weren’t they?  “still beautiful to me,” jake replied with a shrug. he probably shouldn’t have said it but the alpha didn’t see the point in withholding. their relationship had never been conventional and he didn’t see the point in lying. connor had to know how jake felt about him by now. he didn’t bother handing the ice over, pressing it gently against connor’s cheek. “I’m pretty sure we agreed i’d be taking care of you this time.” 

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His actions were no longer driven by his animalistic wants. Like any other teen, River had stories that were secrets that would be taken to the grave along with his body ; his parents’ immediate disapproval would be terrifying, specially on top of his own shame, but once he had been controlled by his impulses  — often when the current girl of his dreams would be involved. Those were all impulses that with time, he fixed and found some way to bury it deep within. Nothing ever something that could be considered insane, even more so in comparison to his wilder friends, but still experiences that wouldn’t ever see the daylight again unless surrounded by old companions. For a weekend trip, luckily, packing wasn’t the toughest task ever: a couple of suits, extra shirts, and then the essentials would be added at dawn right before his departure. He hated planes, but in the very least, he’d take a well deserved vacation from the insanity that being married to her was. After roughly half an hour, he grabbed a towel and returned to the pool area. “Done playing in the water?” For some reason, he doubted that she was still even there, but he couldn’t blame her ; swimming wasn’t a task very fun to be doing alone. 

     “Indeed. It was wonderfully refreshing,” she replied. An oversized shirt that clearly wasn’t hers clung to Simran’s form as she sprawled out across the chaise. A bottle of wine sat on the table next to her, rounding out her seemingly low key evening. Raising her glass to River in a mildly taunting manner she smiled. “Care for a drink? This is a beautiful Sauternes.” Even before he spoke she knew what the answer would be but that didn’t stop her. If he wanted to be a buzzkill that was on him. Simran might have agreed to relax for the evening but she certainly wasn’t going to slow down. As far as Sim was concerned there were plenty of useable hours left in the day and there was no point in wasting them sleeping. Of course it was only a matter of time before River did exactly that. Then she was free to slip out for the night and meet up with her friends. So long as she waited until he was gone to come home then River would be none the wiser. He wanted peace and quiet after all. Letting her leave was the surest way of getting that. “All packed I take it? Everything exactly in its place.”

[thistoxicloveaffair]

connor could only whine at his words now, bouncing a bit faster and circling his hips more. he was chasing his growing orgasm, and it was obvious in the way his brows furrowed and he bit his lower lip. he moans were coming out faster now, and he leaned down, placing his hands on the blanket for better balance. “im gonna cum,” he warned through a moan, eyes squeezing shut. he hoped jake didnt want to leave as soon as he finished, and he also hoped the man didnt just see him as some hole, instead of a person who helped him out. nothing made him more mad than when he was seen as just that, because he liked to believe everyone was more than just an alpha or just an omega. when he finally came his whole body stiffened, his head dropping against jake’s shoulders to muffle his loud moans. he fisted his hands into the comforter so tight the material shifted, and after a string of muffled cusses and moans he had to focuse on not collapsing ontop of the alpha.

     watching the scene unfold before him was more overwhelming than jake had been prepared for and he blamed his heat for how worked up connor got him. it wasn’t that he was an inattentive lover but this felt different than in the past. jake was overly aware of each movement the omega made. so aware that it felt like at any attention given to the sheets below him was a betrayal. he moaned brokenly as connor’s fingers tangled in them, wishing they had found they’re way to his hair or raked across his chest. it was just unfair really. then he started milking jake through his orgasm and he realized it was for the best connor kept his hands to himself. jake couldn’t have handled the sensory overload. he clung to the omega as he felt his own orgasm shudder through him. the ginger pulled free, just enough that his knot couldn’t take. connor was a nice guy but he didn’t agree to that. “fuck!” jake declared, sinking into the bed beneath him. his hands found their way to connor’s back, running over it soothingly to slow how own racing heart. “i think you might be the death of me,” he teased.

[thistoxicloveaffair]

she doesn’t know if his hesitation is due to him taking the time to admire her or because he’s deciding if he wants to use her. either way, she’s an eager slut and can’t help but do what she must to display her willingness to serve. davi curls her tongue to pull his thumb into her face-hole and sucks on it, peering up towards him with glee in her eyes. she works his thumb nice and slow to the knuckle before releasing it, though she doesn’t simply pull away. davi plants a light kiss to its underside and smiles once more. her night of service has been more than fulfilling, yet this was the first time she’s gotten to play. her expression is almost mischievous, certainly inviting as she’s clearly flattered by his compliment. still, davi doesn’t allow herself to say a word feeling that it’s not her place to speak before his needs are met. she turns her head to peck the rest of his hand with her soft lips before opening resuming proper form and opening wide, tongue out and everything. deep down, davi’s hoping that she’s done enough to make this man deem her worthy of use. 

     a performer, he could work with that. if there was anything that maverick appreciated it was another person’s ability to put on a show. he did it every night and it paid well, though mav got the feeling she couldn’t say the same. he wondered what her name was and her reason for being there. had a boyfriend put her on her knees for other men? did she choose this for herself? either was possible and he couldn’t decide which was hotter. he liked the idea of stealing her away from someone but if this was self imposed, it meant her potential was still untapped. “you thirsty sweetheart? yeah i bet you are.” maverick took his thumb away, undoing his pants and pushing them down around his thighs as he pulled out his cock. teasingly he slapped it against her tongue, giving her hope but not fulfillment just yet. he’d never got the chance to play with someone like her and he wanted to savor it. with a curious grin he tanged his slick fingers through her hair and forced his length down her throat to test the brunette’s gag reflex. it didn’t matter if she had one, he’d enjoy it either way. he just wanted to see how pliable she was. the warmth of her mouth had him licking his lips in approval and he thought it was only fair to reward her for her compliance. with relative ease he let go of his bladder, pouring his piss down her throat. 

[starswrites]

i’m craving a plot where a girl matches up with her best friends brother on tinder and every time she sleeps over from then on she sneaks into his room to spend the night after the best friend has fallen asleep like please and thank you 

[rvinedpeaches]

like many men who’ve come before this one, he seems a little off-put by the sight of her kneeling next to the last urinal. more so, davi’s not exactly fresh after so many uses. despite her best efforts to remain pristine, her white blouse is slightly stained and her makeup is more than a little messed up. even so, she can’t help that she’s out of place in this dingy gas station bathroom. her position, her smile, her prim and pastel clothing—-add the fact that she’s a girl in a men’s room and it’s clear her presence clashes with the setting. still, she’s exactly where she’s meant to be and she proves it with her actions. davi turns her head forward, opens her mouth wide, and sticks out her tongue as far as it can go. she says nothing, but the invitation is clear. the man has a choice between the traditional porcelain or a more organic option to relieve himself. and it will absolutely make her night if yet another chooses her face-hole over some dirty drain.

[thistoxicloveaffair]

      they were just passing through, stopping off to piss and get some snacks. as far as maverick was concerned this was just another shit hole on the way to a city that mattered. nothing good ever happened in places like this and he would have rather slept through it to be honest. his friends weren’t that considerate though, shoving maverick awake as they spilled out of the car. that was the price of hiring childhood buddies to do real jobs. mav was yelling obscenities across the parking lot at his friends as he wandered into the bathroom, annoyance giving way to laughter as he stumbled into the stalls. the sight of her caught him off guard, leaving maverick momentary speechless. how drunk was he? “well aren’t you pretty?” he reached out a hand, resting it on the side of her face as he rubbed his thumb over her tongue. she looked a mess and he couldn’t deny he liked it. if maverick had someone like her at his events there’d be no question he was the best promoter on the coast. she was certainly a unique selling point. a business proposition seemed a bit premature though. he didn’t even know if she was good at it but he could think of one way to find out.

[thistoxicloveaffair]

Again and again, River heard the same complaints from one person or another. The issue was that, unlike the rest of the world, he didn’t need to live on a wild phase to feel fulfilled. In fact, no matter how much shit his parents gave him, nor how much he sometimes wanted to crack under pressure, living an opposite life would probably guide him more quickly to madness. Did that mean that watching over Simran was another necessity that he required? Not one bit, but there was no rewind button on that one. Now, there was only moving forward and somehow working for improvement. “It means that I’ve sworn off all humankind.” No buts, no exceptions. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive, but he need more than a physical spark and up till then, the only spark she had given him was one headache bigger than its previous. “I don’t do breaks. I don’t drink tea. That sounds like actual hell, honestly.” Did she not agree? His brows furrowed. That relaxing description was not one that he pictured for her, but he had to wonder. “I’ll be upstairs. I’ll bring you a towel after.” Did that mean that he trusted her alone? Not one bit, but at least she was sober and there was no danger of drowning there. Packing required his attention first.

     “That is a lofty promise priy.” Simran didn’t question it. She had absolute faith that he was capable of being resolute. Anything short of his rigid adherence to the expected and socially acceptable would be wildly out of character. It was boring, that was true, but if there was one good thing about River it was his dependability. She never had to wondering where he was or when he’d be back. He moved through life like clockwork. It might have been a bit endearing if it wasn’t so sad. Simran couldn’t imagine living such an empty life. “You are impossible. You’re going to run yourself into the ground until you can’t function and then I’ll be the one who has to pick up the pieces.” She had seen it happen to her father. He worked relentlessly day in and day out, too busy worrying about others to take care of himself. Then one winter he got really sick and none of the people he provided for stopped long enough to ask if he was okay. None of them bothered to take care of him. Simran wondered if it would be like that for River too. Would anyone notice if he was barely hanging on? Would they stop their lives to do right by him? She supposed it was her business now but the brunette shrugged off such a serious topic. The last thing she needed was for him to think she cared. “Don’t disrupt your packing on my account.” Simran was more than capable of finding her own towel. She wasn’t nearly as helpless as he suspected.