a plot where an adult daughter and her father’s latest half-his-age trophy wife outwardly hate each other but they’re secretly hooking up on the side/that’s where it’s gonna end up
we’re just two friends goofing around and i’m sitting on your lap and you smack my ass as a joke, but i kind of get turned on ?? i laughingly tell you to stop but you do it again and again and now i’m laying across your thighs, underwear a mess and moans dribbling from my lips.
open — anyone. pref to “straight” girls. plot — not a thing.
“Y’know, a c*ck’s good and all, like it really is. I enjoy it sometimes. But y’know what’s the thing ‘bout strap ons?” She gives a little pause, not really expecting an answer before she continued, “You’ll go limp before they ever will. You want a night of constant sex? It’ll never let you down. Constant f*cking whenever you want it, need it, whatever. And the size? You’ll never be disappointed. Because you choose the size. The perfect tool to the org*sms of your dreams.”
A brief quirk of the brow is the only indication that Faye’s words are even registering. With every lewd syllable that fell from the other’s lips, Dakota’s brain all but short-circuits, and it’s only when another beat of silence passes that she forces herself into speaking. “Well… can’t say I know a whole lot about that,” she says simply, a huff of laughter bordering on sheepish soon following. “but they should definitely think about hiring you to sell them. You make one hell of a pitch.”
open — females. ( gf, ons, fwb you decide~ ) muse — keith mitchell, 35, detective, overworked. plot — Keith is overworked and stressed, he looks to you from some relief. 👀
The case was getting to him. It was clear to see — or to the point, she could clearly see it tear away at him — a case that should have met its end, instead dragging on for months because the system he had trained so hard and long to protect was failing right in front of him. It made him lose hope, in most things, but not her. His body was still slick with the hot water that rained down on him in the shower, he took longer than he did, his body numb. Mind consumed with the different angles he could take to nail down the bastard that should spend the rest of his life in jail. But something told him it wasn’t and it just about broke his soul — his heart was broken already. He supposed, that’s why he came to her, when he felt all was lost, she made him have hope again. Feel again when it was all too much. As he sat in only a towel wrapped around his waist, trying to tell her about the latest development, but coming up with no words, it was her touch — such a delicate little thing — the feel of her hand, fingers stroking along his cheek and jawline. A shuddering breath inhaled, feeling the pound of his heart against his chest. Alive, he felt alive and only from her touch. The warmth that lingered along his cheek, it made him reach for the wrist of her caressing hand, turning his tired eyes towards her face. He’d recall that face at work, when the frustrations were just too much, her face is what calmed him down. His thumb stroked the flesh of her palm, raising it to his lips and kissing it with the tenderness he would her lips. A shaky breath given, swallowing hard. Alive. He needed to feel alive. Pulling her closer, his lips found hers in ease, caressing her lips lightly in soft, tender kisses that only grew as the seconds ticked by. His hand grasped the side of her neck and the kisses only grew deeper, heart pounding hard as the slip of the tongue blessed him with her taste. His other hand grasped her at the hip, pulling her close, roaming her sides, as if detailing each curve to commit to his memory. He was a desperate man, wanting to drown in her, wanting to taste heaven and forget the hell that consumed him. “… I need you,” he rasped against her lips, one hand trapped within her hair, grasping at the locks, the other firmly cupping and grasping her ass, his breath labored, eyes dark and filled with the desire bursting out of him. “I want nothin’ else but you. Completely. I need you right now.” His words desperate, certainly, almost a plea in his voice as he said, “Let me taste you.”
It’s hard to watch someone you care about become a shell of themselves. It’s even worse when you know there’s nothing you can do about it. For months, Malia has been powerless to stop the deterioration, merely watching from the sidelines as Keith allowed his work to consume him, both mind and soul. She herself feels weak in her own right, only able to offer him either a shoulder to cry on or a warm body — not an actual solution. Even tonight, the song remains the same and it’s all she can do to run the pad of her thumb along his skin, from the sharp jawline to his cheek and back again in a motion she hopes brings even a small semblance of comfort. “Tell me what you need.” A whispered request
—
almost a prayer —
and when the first kiss comes, it’s unexpectedly fragile. So is the next, and the next, until suddenly, the pair are locked in an intimate embrace that sends a full body shiver down the woman’s spine. It carries an intensity that almost makes her feel dizzy, flooding her with a warmth and lightheadedness she once associated with downing the first shot of alcohol. Maybe she isn’t well known for her reassuring words in trying times, but this? This she can handle. As Keith snakes his arms around her waist and pulls her flush against him, any show of surprise that fights its way forward is soon swallowed by his lips. By now, Malia’s moves are instinctual, knee sliding over his lap until she’s settled comfortably and allowing her hips to roll forward against his hips. When she finally opens her eyes to take a peek at the man, she swallows hard. His mouth is softened, pink and she wants it all over her. “Then take me.” The roaming hand that had traveled from the base of his throat and down his chest reluctantly pulls away from his warmth in order to tug her own shirt up and over her shoulders until it’s discarded carelessly onto the floor. If only the thought of cumming on his tongue is making it impossible to keep still, impossible not to press herself against him, then she’s already too far gone with no end in sight. Thankfully for both of them, she’s always been the patient kind. “We have all night.”
plot: “i met you on
the sugar d*ddy app and you paid for my new laptop for school and the
rest of the semester and i slept with you because 1) for the laptop and tuition and 2) you’re really attractive, but now i’m home from college for summer break and what’s this? you’re engaged to my mom?”
“is
this some kind of joke?” those are the first words that slip out as
soon as lydia’s mother shuts the door on her way out to grab groceries
for the week, the girl’s eyes still wide in shock, despite being home
for a few days now… but this is the first time she’s finally had a
chance to speak to him alone. “did you— did you know who i was when we slept together?”
