my tongue is a weapon

he says oh baby girl don't get caught on my edges. I'm the king of everything and oh my tongue is a weapon. there's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs, and if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.

[kittywriites]

&& OPEN && BASED ON SOURCE && CONNECTION ;; boss’ wife, neighbor, friend’s mom, etc

They’d finished the dinner she’d made, and were already on their second bottle of wine, but neither made a move to get up from the table. Eli had no plans to. As long as she kept talking and smiling at him like that, he was here to stay. “God, you’re beautiful.” He was usually a little more subtle, but the wine had definitely kicked in. “I mean, seriously,” he chuckled. His eyes met hers as he shrugged. “Like, one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” he told her as casually as if he were discussing the weather.

[tonguexweapon]

Cassie always did her best in playing dutiful housewife, often entertaining friends or employees of her husband Drew. It was the small touches of a true business he’d say, and she knew better than to argue. Tonight was a bit different than usual though, with Eli, one of her husband’s employees, staying over for dinner even after Drew had to leave suddenly for an emergency.

And it wasn’t that Cassie was uncomfortable. Actually, it was more of an issue just how comfortable she felt around the younger man. He actually seemed to listen and enjoy her little stories, and he made her feel excitement like she hadn’t in years.

But nothing would happen, she knew that. Or at least she could convince herself of that before Eli’s next words. She looked up, surprised, both by the admission and his never-failing ease and confidence. “Oh, I-I...” She stuttered, eyes darting down and to his face again. “Thank you, Eli. You’re very sweet.” She smiled, doing her best to brush off his words. “You’ll find someone soon, I’m sure. I imagine you’ve caught the eye of plenty of lovely girls around town.”

[slumberpcrty-deactivated2024051]

open to f ! based on x ( link usfw )

“you’re making quite the fuckin’ racket, WHIMPERING like that,” commented the detective gruffly, drinking in the younger’s supple form as he leaned against the inner corner. all previous formality of the ‘ helpful officer ’ was LONG gone at this moment, and surely died the moment joe had conned her into the van. this sentiment was punctuated as he continued to admire her form, hazel eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts. “maybe do yourself a favour kid, and shut the fuck up for a sec.”

[tonguexweapon]

Bailey had been on her way back home when she’d been approached by the detective. He was friendly and attractive, and the blonde had thought nothing of following him back to his car where he’d “left” something he needed to grab. It was clear now that the whole thing had been a ruse. Now, Bailey found herself tied up and her mouth taped, whimpering in the back of the detective’s van. At the comment, a sob came from the girl, muffled with the tape. She tried to contain her sounds but almost couldn’t help them - too overwhelmed and afraid. Bailey swallowed down a whine, body trembling.

[tonguexweapon]

I’ma be around for the next.... 6ish hours. Hit the heart if you wanna do some (still para) rapid back’n’forth smut threads. very flexible with fc’s and all that jazz. ty.

[writetaboo]

𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜: females.  𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡:  miles is a 34 year old money launderer and your muses father owes him a lot of money, so they make a deal. miles can have your muse until her father comes up with the money. sebastian stan fc ( changeable. ) medium gifs available to use.

“  you’re  probably  wondering  why  you’re  here.  “  miles  begins,  crouching  down  so  he’s  leveled  to  the  girl  tied  to  a  chair.  fingers  raise  to  scratch  his  jaw,  head  canting  as  eyes  shamelessly  take  in  his  new  possession.  “  now,  your  daddy  owes  me  a  lot  of  money.  has  for  awhile  now.  i  went  to  see  him  a  few  days  ago  to  tell  him  his  clock  was  ticking.  and  you  know  what  he  said?  he  has  a  pretty  little  daughter.  he  practically  begged  me  to  take  you.  ”  he  taunts,  palms  raising  to  slide  between  the  girls  thighs.  the  sight  of  her  now  already  has  his  c*ck  stirring  in  his  jeans,  but  he’s  a  patient  man.“  told  me  i  could  use  you  for  whatever  i  want  until  he  comes  up  with  the  money.  though,  lookin  at  you  now..  “  he  tsks,  shaking  his  head.  “  not  so  sure  i’ll  give  you  back  in  one  piece.  ”  the  older  man  chuckles  before  removing  his  hands  from  her  thighs  and  reaching  forward.  “  now,  i  take  this  gag  out  of  your  mouth..  you  promise  not  to  scream,  princess?  not  that  anyone  would  hear.  i  just  don’t  need  you  losing  your  breath  yet.  “

[tonguexweapon]

Bailey knew that her father dealt in shady business. He’d talk of luxurious trips one day and the next he’d be auctioning off the new car. She mostly tried to keep herself away from it all, doing her best to distance herself from whatever her father was doing. It was her plan to finish graduate school, save enough money, and move far from here. Right now though, as she’d woken up tied to a chair, those plans seemed laughable.

“Mmmph,” she murmured behind the gag. Her eyes danced around the room, taking everything in and searching desperately for anything that could help her or convince herself it was all a bad dream. The blonde had been coming home late from work when she’d been taken, blindfolded, and thrown into a van. She didn’t know how many hours had passed since then, blacking out at least once when a cloth was put to her face. But now she was waking up fully and nearly shaking in fear at the man in front of her.

He moved closer in, and Bailey instinctively tried to back away, unsuccessful as it was. She didn’t look at his eyes, too afraid of him and the whole situation. Even as he explained it, she couldn’t believe it was happening. Her father had..... given her up? Anger welled inside her, overtaken only by her fear. It clicked even more as the man slid his palms up her thighs, and she once again tried to pull back from the touch. “Not so sure I’ll give you back in one piece.” Bailey nearly whimpered at the words. She was surprised by his question and too overwhelmed by it all to give an immediate answer to his next question. After a moment, Bailey nodded slowly, clearly still confused but wanting to be compliant so maybe she could get herself out of this.

[firmhcnds]

MUSE.     james logan whitman . 25 . nolan gerard funk fc OPEN TO. any gender, s*bmissive, bottom PREMISE. your muse has been bratty and difficult to their inexperienced d*om for a while now, and they decide to call james to come in and take them for a weekend and see if he can figure out where the issue lies.

               “I hear you’ve been having trouble, or giving it, it would seem. Did you agree to this?” James asked, as he looked on to the passenger side, to the su*bmissive that had been marched to his car, along with a weekend bag. He would not do this against their at least most basic will, so it was important to hear the answer directly from their mouth. “I’m James, and you may call me by name until we start our weekend, and if and only if, you need to pause it, afterwards. Otherwise, you will use sir. Am I understood?” He started the car, “my home is some way from here, so we’ll use this time to start our conversation. I’d like us to draft a weekend contract, to make things easier to follow. But for now, do you have any food allergies or intense dislikes? We’ll be getting dinner on the way.” 

[tonguexweapon]

“Yes, I agreed.” The sentence said in a bored tone, nearly a sigh. Agreed for sure, but that didn’t mean Tris wasn’t going to be dramatic about the whole thing: her so-called dominate needing to send out for help. “And I’m definitely not the one having trouble,” she replied coolly. “But I doubt Jason would sign himself up for your little ‘BDSM tips and tricks’. So seems like it’s me that gets to spend the weekend with you.” Tris eyed him over, as if measuring him up, faking just a bit of indifference. “I’m much prettier to look at anyway.”

Situating herself in the car, the girl finally took a moment to really take in the situation. It was odd at the very least, but she’d never been one to turn down the unexpected or that little bit of crazy. “James, Sir, got it.” Once again, her tone coming off as something akin to boredom. “I’m Tris, obviously you know that.” She raised an eyebrow, looking toward James again. “But what else do you know? I’m curious to find out all the little secrets and quirks and annoyances Jason blabbed to you.” Would he even tell her? Would he flat-out lie? Tris wasn’t quite sure what to make of James yet, but she was determined to find out. “’Contract’ makes this whole thing seem even more boring, you know,” she said, matter-of-factly. “But sure, let’s draft a contract and be like those boring people who only do scheduled-out sex.” Even with her clear attitude, Tris answered his questions nonetheless. “I’m allergic to shellfish, and I won’t eat anything with mushrooms.”

[mcnipulate]

open to anyone !! plot: your muse has just come back from studying with friends, much to jake’s anger.

“you two were just studying? do you really think i’m that stupid?” jake asked in disbelief, staring past the person as he shook his head with disgust. deep down, he knew it was nothing but his jealousy always got the best of him. “what did you do, hm? i bet you were all over him, weren’t you? you just can’t control yourself.” 

[tonguexweapon]

“What?” The blonde ask, features suddenly turning into a frown. Emily knew that her boyfriend was prone to jealousy, and anger, despite her own reassurances. Looking over to him, she gently put down her books at the entry-table. “I don’t think you’re stupid, Jake,” she said, her eyes searching his. “I didn’t do anything, we didn’t do anything. Please, why would you say that? Why would you think that?”

[mcnipulate]

open to anyone !! plot: your muse has just come back from studying with friends, much to jake’s anger.

“you two were just studying? do you really think i’m that stupid?” jake asked in disbelief, staring past the person as he shook his head with disgust. deep down, he knew it was nothing but his jealousy always got the best of him. “what did you do, hm? i bet you were all over him, weren’t you? you just can’t control yourself.” 

[tonguexweapon]

Emmy had barely gotten the door closed behind her before Jake, and his anger, were right in front of her. “Are you serious?” She asked, half frustration and half disbelief. “I told you I was going to study tonight.” To emphasize her point, Emmy dropped her bookbag on the floor, shrugging off her jacket with still the air of annoyance. “Is that what you think?” She snapped back, locking eyes with Jake now. “Sure, fine, let’s act like something happened when you know it didn’t.” Challenging and sarcastic, she crossed her arms across her chest. “So sure, yeah, I totally let Ryan fuck me. His cock was so good that I literally saw stars.”

[sweetcstfantasy]

gimmie some darker shit

[tonguexweapon]

I’d love to work something out with ya if you’re interested!

[tonguexweapon]

xlcyaltiesx‌:

plot: there’s a terrible storm sweeping through and a large group is stuck in corbin’s house until it clears up. please highlight the plots you’re okay with: supernatural, horror, gang, age gaps, forbidden connections

open to any gender; if you highlight gang i’ll throw in another surprise muse for ya, just lemme know if you have a preference for men or women (muses will be trans women)

“trust me–i never anticipated getting utterly fucked by the weather.” corbin sighed and twisted the cork off the wine as he spoke. “there are worse places to be stuck in. maybe the storm will let up in a couple hours. besides, this house is creepy as fuck when i’m here alone.” maybe it was a good thing the black out happened during a party. that’d have enough food and drinks to last them the rest of the night and well into the morning if the storm got worse.

corbin shrugged a shoulder. “you weren’t planning on leaving the party any time soon, were you? can’t say that’ll be possible now.”

"And trust me, I never anticipated getting stuck here.” Tris didn’t bother to hide the annoyed tone of her voice. She’d come here with some of friends but had definitely planned to ditch once she’d realized it was more of a small get-together than a pumped-up rave kinda vibe. “Better places to be stuck at too,” she answered, looking to Corbin with a bored expression. “This was supposed to be my wild night out, and this is what I get? Come on.” Tris sighed, tilting her head. Look, Corbin was hot, no denying that, but he didn’t strike her as the exciting type. He was pouring wine, for god’s sake, like some middle-aged mom. “Got anything stronger?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. “M’gonna need it since my plans have obviously changed.”

[trouble-inangelcity]

Like this if you want to play a submissive female against me.

Possible kinks involved: Rough sex, slavery, punishment, training, fisting, forced chasity, anal, double pen, breeding, forced sex and more.

Lets talk about characters and limits! No vanilla plots.

[tonguexweapon]

can’t message ya but I’d love to work something out!

[tonguexweapon]

twirloflove‌:

the kiss is quite a surprise, but what makes him even more surprised is her eagerness. fuck if he doesn’t hate the idea of having to spend time riding in the uber because if it were up to him, he wouldn’t really spare more time waiting. but, i suppose, all good things have to be earned and the price he’ll be paying is one of time. “oh, is that what you want?”  he muses, peeling his body off of hers even though he’d rather stand like this for a little while longer. you know, those pants he’s wearing are definitely too tight.  “for me to just fuck you in every way i want?”  you know, it’s a dangerous thing to let him have control because once he starts - oh, it will be quite difficult to stop him. and it’s not like he’s harsh or cruel, but the man is all about the games; and fun simply never ends. licking his lips he grins, rough slap lands on her ass for one last time before he removes his hand just to slip it into the pocket of his jeans looking for his phone. it’s there and there’s a ton of missed calls and messages from the girl he was supposed to meet tonight; half of them apologies, the other half is something he doesn’t even spare a moment to really read through before calling an uber.  “you have two minutes,”  flipping the phone over to show her the screen with the booking Adam takes a generous gulp of his beer. gotta finish it, after all, he’s paid for it.  “wanna make it interesting and tell me all that you want me to do to you?”  oh, he likes it when they don’t have a filter; dirty little whispers dripping past their lips.  “maybe if you’re good i will grant those little favors.”

“Oh, don’t act like it’s a surprise,” she responds back, voice still low. Because this is what they’ve been playing at, right? Ever since he’d accidentally found her and she’d decided not to throw her drink in his face. Sure, she’d had to make sure they were compatible and that his bite lived up to his bark, so to speak. But they both held this idea since the beginning of their flirtation, that was no secret. “And don’t act like it’s not what you want, too.” Her fingers dance along his neck as she keeps his gaze. “’Cause I know that’s what you want, baby. Me all spread out and moaning for you. Sucking your cock, riding your cock, my breasts bouncing while you fuck me from behind. I can see it all, in your eyes.” Emmy lets him take a step back, amused, figuring he’s trying to calm himself. Her breath catches a bit as he slaps her ass, the sting pleasant but a bit of a surprise. She watches as Adam pulls out his phone, grinning when she sees the uber booking. “There’s a good boy.” It’s a tease, meant to be challenging. Oh, Emmy loves to be dominated, but she’s known to give some struggle too, make them really work for it. Following his lead, she downs most of her drink before answering. “Thought I was already interesting.” The blonde closes the space between them again, looking up at him. “But let’s see, what’s even more interesting? Hm, what about you bending me over the first thing we run into once we’re back at your place? You get me all wet with your fingers and your words and then get that cock inside me. And what else do I want? What about you pinning me down and fucking me like a whore? Keep your promise of bringing me to the edge over and over again, but add to it - make me come over and over again, ‘till I’m squirming on your cock and can’t take it anymore.” With a satisfied smirk she pulls back then, sudden. “Mm, time’s up. But guess you’ll have some good ideas to mull over on the ride.”

[tonguexweapon]

twirloflove‌:

oh, so they’re done playing, it so seems? here goes him trying to at least pretend like he can hold a normal conversation before truth starts to spill. clearly no steps between the second and the third are needed, if anything, they’re moving into the fifth gear and from there on it’s pedal to the metal. and Adam is not really asking anymore, as she leans in, his hand travels from her hip to her ass where it settles, kneading soft flesh as if it was his job.  “you know, i could think of at least five different things i could do with your mouth and neither one of them involves you talking this much.”  and there it goes… dropped is that nice guy act (well, not that he was very nice to begin with, but by Adam’s standards? oh, he was a saint) as he presses his body against her so tightly, that there’s no space between them even for a fruit fly to pass through. and he can’t really be too obvious, considering they’re not in a dark corner but rather next to a well-lit bar, so maybe he’ll just have to settle with not pulling her skirt up just to get a better access to her ass.  “maybe i will—”  he leans in closer so that his lips are next to her ear. for a random passerby it looks as if they’re hugging, but only the two of them know the truth.  “take my sweet time playing with you until you’re begging for my cock because it’s the only thing you can think about. and maybe if you ask me nicely i will give it to you, but not before i make you come so close to your release. over and over and over again.”  and after every over muttered, he presses short kisses to her jaw.

Maybe they were getting to that full loop afterall. Emmy’s got a pleased little grin as his hand slips to her ass, clearly not put off by the action. She even leans some, grinding slightly against his touch. “Yeah? Well, maybe we can explore all those five things tonight. ‘Course I’m not the only one who could do something else with their mouth.” She wants his words, sure, but there’s definitely a few places she’d like his mouth to be too. As Adam moves in closer, pressing their bodies together, her own grip tightens around his shoulder. She considers moving against him there, knows it wouldn’t take too much to have him hard in his jeans and pressing against her. But she supposes she can be nice and patient, for now. Though it seems he has the exact same idea - though he’s a little less patient and honestly? She doesn’t mind. It’s a rush of butterflies at his words, feeling as her body excites, picturing what he’s describing. Emmy wants it, wants him, and her mind is made up. “See?” She asks, voice low again. “I knew you could figure it out.” Emmy grins, keeping his gaze a moment before leaning in, pressing her lips to his in a fiery kiss. A hand tangles through the back of his hair as she deepens the kiss. Several moments later, when she pulls away, she doesn’t move back, lets their faces linger close. “You know what? I think I’m gonna let you do all those things. Fuck me real good and keeping talking like that, and I’ll be happy to be your little play thing for the night.” Her hand slips down his chest, nails raking as best as she can through his clothes. “And I’m gonna make you feel real good, too. Now, take me back to your place.”

[tonguexweapon]

versacexnights‌:

It felt like his head had been slammed against a drywall and his stomach wasn’t feeling that great the more that he was up. It must have been freaking three in the morning or something, his exaggeration was minor in comparison to his hangover. He needed a couple hours for this to go away. “Hey,” he said, trying to fix his sex hair as he watched the other walk out. It wasn’t exactly how he wanted to meet her, he’d promised his agent that he was going to start getting his act together. He had very raw talent and good looks, with a bit of work, he could make it without anyone batting an eye. While he knows this, Kyle can’t seem to stop his above average treatment, it fueled him. She was talking a bit too fast and looked like she was taken out of the 40s. She really played up her part didn’t she? “I heard brunch in there and not being on stage,” he groaned, the other stuff that she had said went in one ear and out the other. He cared, sure he’d donate a check, but he was too hungover to even pretend to care right now. As she took out the outfit that she had put together, Kyle tried to keep together only because he caught a glimpse of the look on her face and because he hadn’t made the best first impression, he needed to make up for it somehow. “i understand the shirt, but the khakis? i mean should the line my dad’s a lawyer spill out of my mouth next?” and people though he was a douchebag. people who dressed like this were. he sits up fully as he tries to brace himself for the hell that is about to be the next few hours as he wraps the duvet around his waist as he stands up. “This Project Cure better be amazing,” he grumpily stated. 

Look, she’d known going into this that it was going to be a challenge. But already this was more than Emily had anticipated. Kyle wasn’t known for his manners or being put-together (or even for being a decent person who could remember he was meeting his fake girlfriend, apparently). But that was the point of this whole thing. “Yes,” she replied back shortly. Was that all he’d gotten from her debriefing? God, he was lucky he was attractive. And lucky that she needed this whole fake relationship just as much as he did. “Your agent helped me pick it out,” she said, ignoring his comment about the outfit. “And it’s a formal brunch, this is the kind of thing most respectable people wear. Not that I assume you have much experience with that.” Ouch. A bit mean, especially for her, but she says it with a smile and the clear annoyance of having arrived to see him like this. It was unprofessional, rude, and frankly embarrassing. Embarrassing mostly because of the fact that seeing him, near naked and all sex haired, well it was doing things to her, okay. He was stupidly and effortlessly attractive, and right now that just made her more annoyed. “It’s Project Heal,” she states, fighting the urge to throw another insult at him. “Fifteen minutes, and we’re leaving. I’m going back downstairs to the lobby. I’ll meet you there.”

It’s exactly fifteen minutes later that Emily huffs out a breath, checking the clock on the wall. She’s about to storm up to Kyle’s room when she sees him, much more put together this time. “There,” she says, clearly a bit relieved. “Ready to go?”

[ftm-fetale]

Imagine having roommates that always want to use you, constantly fucking all your holes and taking turns unloading their cum into your cunt. Inviting themselves into the shower with you, into your bed at night, sitting you down on one of their cocks at the table while you eat together. They pass you around on the couch every night, taking turns letting you ride them. Or some nights they all use you at ones, holding their cum in to put it in your cunt where it belongs.

[tonguexweapon]

twirloflove‌:

now, this was getting to be somewhat interesting. blame their boldness that neither one even tries to cover up, or the fact that she’s not so shy either to maintain very little distance between them. or, maybe, blame the alcohol running in both of their veins, paired with that feeling of being ditched by their friends. ah, whatever you want to blame, why does it matter? in the end, they’re there and so the games will go on.  “fine. if you want to tell me what additional steps there are between step two and three, i’m willing to listen. but only because you’re hot.”  classy, Adam, real classy. but, truly, if his hookup didn’t bail on him they would already be on their way back to his place and he would, probably, already be knuckles-deep in her, so… compromises shall be made, he can entertain this little charade for a little bit longer.  “what kind of a night i’m looking for?”  he hums with a chuckle that follows right after. now that’s a head-scratcher — how do you explain it without scaring the girl off? but he’s a risk taker, so Adam’s free hand lands on her hip and he keeps it there, testing the waters.  “well, one where there’s a little less talking involved. less clothes as well,”  he sips his beer, expression quite nonchalant.  “but it’s all because of my generous nature. maybe i just want to show you how to have fun.”

Emmy laughs. He’s not subtle - he’s been the farthest thing from that since the moment they met through him squeezing her ass. But she likes it that way, especially for tonight, ready to give in to whatever she wants and whatever happens. “Oh baby,” she saids, voice low as she leans in again. “I think it’s up to you to figure out the rest of the steps.” The blonde tilts her head, a little smirk plastered on her features. “You’re a big boy, I think you can manage it.” She leans back some then, taking another drink. “If not, then I definitely had the wrong idea about you.” But Adam seems to get it, his hand soon moving to her hip, upping the stakes as she grins back at him. “Less clothes I’m down for, but don’t tell me you’re the kind to skimp on the words.” Emmy drapes an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in closer. “You’re already so cocky now, but I wanna hear all the filthy things that’ll spill out of your mouth when we’re really having a good time.” Her fingers fiddle with the neck of his shirt, pressing under the fabric there. “And maybe I want to let you. But you’ve gotta give me a hint what you’re wanting, make sure me coming home with you is gonna be worth my time.”

[tonguexweapon]

twirloflove‌:

right, well, he’s not that evolved not to snicker at his own jokes that are not even said out loud. oh, you know, all that full of himself line and how it’s not only him who can be full of himself if she chooses, but… let’s leave this for another time.  “so, if i understand this timeline correctly, it’s name first, drink second, ass squeeze third?”  eyebrows rise, chuckle ensues as he leans to the bar to order a beer for himself and pay the tab for the both of them. he usually doesn’t need to try this hard, to be honest. being a bartender himself grants him all those roads open if only he chooses to, but clearly tonight he’s on the other side of the barricade.  “well, i’m Adam, or in the future you just can refer to me as ‘that guy who slapped my ass and made me fall in love with him’.”  cue a grin because Adam’s definitely not holding himself back on all the cockiness. if she already thought he was full of himself and still stuck around, well… who ever said that he needed to stop?  “now, let me get this straight,”  leaning a bit closer he pushes the drinks to them as soon as the bartender places them on the bar. glass of beer in his hand, elbow propped on the bar. fun fact - he doesn’t lean back, instead maintaining this tiny distance between their bodies. “we did the name thing and i bought you a drink. do i squeeze your ass now again? you know, to complete this holy trinity. close the loop and all that?”

“Something like that,” she replied, matching his eyebrow raise with a tilt of her head. “Maybe a few steps in between two and three, though. And maybe, if you’re really lucky, a few steps after three.” Emmy takes her drink then, studying over him over as she takes a sip. His pants are as tight as her own skirt, and she can’t say she minds the view. Right now, this this stranger is certainly ticking off all her boxes, but she’s not gonna tell him that just yet. She does laugh at his line though, giving another little shake of her head. “Mm, well, I think I’ll just stick with Adam for now. Maybe the rest is something you can live up to. Or try to live down, we’ll see.” Emmy toys with the straw in her drink, casual as he leans in. “Hm, dunno if you’ve earned that just yet. Afterall, I gave you my name before you even asked.” She takes a drink, keeping his gaze. “Besides, don’t tell me you wanna close the loop so early. Thought you were intent on making it my lucky night.” Emmy takes a drink again and licks her lips after. This time she’s the one who leans in closer. “I know your plans have certainly altered, bettered even - giving myself credit. But why don’t you tell me what kind of a night you’re looking for.”

[tonguexweapon]

twirloflove‌:

he was going on fifty-fifty odds that this whole charming thing will work and… well, he was right. the night was too young to be kicked out of the club for inappropriate behavior (though hell knows where it might lead down the road) and, clearly, once this whole mistake was cleared, Adam was sure that there’s little to worry about. she’s bold, he likes it. makes it a bit easier to weasel out of the predicament unharmed.  “oh come on, we both know that you believe me because i am innocent. also because i am devilishly good looking and clearly alone here, so if anything, this works for the both of us.”  ah yes, here it is - that cockiness he doesn’t even try to mask. does it work most of the time? no, not really. hearing the truth is, most definitely, not what girls want; and he’s not the kind of guy to sugarcoat it. but, for her sake, he won’t tell her that she also kinda enjoyed that little mistake of his; no drink in his face is a good enough sigh for that.  “a drink it is,”  his own glass is empty, so if anything, it’s convenient. also she’s hot, so there’s that.  “and i’m pretty sure i’ve been ditched which, let’s be honest, means that someone has made the biggest mistake of their lives, but… i suppose it’s a lucky day for you.”

“Maybe I do believe that you really did mistake me for somebody else,” she admitted with another little shrug. “But I definitely don’t think that you’re innocent.” Emmy matched his smirk with her own. “Full of yourself though, that I can buy.” Though she can’t deny she’s attracted to it, guys with confidence and control were always a weak point for her. “Certainly the devilish part,” she concluded. But he was right, she was still here. And his very good looks were certainly helping things along. “Good, hoping you might say that. Think it’s only fair you buy a girl a drink after you squeeze her ass. Usually before, but I guess I can make an exception.” Leading them to the bar, Emmy shakes her head with a laugh. “You already used your line man, don’t try for another one.” But she’s still grinning. Leaning against the counter, she orders her drink, a whiskey sour. “You know, you also usually ask a girl’s name before doing the buying a drink which comes before squeezing the ass.” She’s teasing, but clearly he’s got an interest in her, or else he’d still be looking for whoever he was meant to find. “I’m Emmy, and my friend ditched me about twenty minutes ago, so it must be your lucky day, too.”