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đ˘đ§đđđ§đđđ đđ¨đŤ :  males. đ˘đđđ :  michaela and your muse ( her new friends brother. ) donât get along very well. when her boyfriend doesnât respond to her, she texts your muse late at night  and  ... things happened.Â
â look . . . can we just forget last night ? i still donât like you. i was just pissed my boyfriend didnât text back and i saw your light on down the street. â body shifts uncomfortably, hands rubbing together in a sense of nerve. it was a bad, petty idea to s*xt the other after declaring them as nemeses, but when boyfriend of three weeks failed to respond to suggestive picture and in the spite of need and attention, mistakes were made. â and god -- donât tell your sister. â
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đ˘đ§đđđ§đđđ đđ¨đŤ : males. đ˘đđđ : madelyn ( 37 ) has been buying pot from your muse for awhile now because she finds her life dull. however, at this point, she doesnât even smoke it, but sheâs attracted to your muse due to how dangerous / different he is than her husband. no need to match length at all, just had to set it up.
WAS SHE INSANE FOR THIS? likely. but madelyn was already way too deep in her addiction to stop now. it wasnât the pot she was addicted to, no, she was way too much of a control freak for that. it was the side of danger, the rebellion she hasnât felt since she was a teenager, the rush that made her keep coming back. well, that and how drool worthy the dealer one of her pta moms introduced her too after madelyn had complained about both stress and boredom. being married to a successful yet dull business man for reaching twenty years, and a stay at home mom for nearly ten, madelynâs life had been caught in a rut, which led her here. clearing her throat, the strawberry blonde couldnât help but blush (Â a usual whenever sheâs around him, similar to the way her cheeks would turn pink while reading one of her raunchy novels. ) as she takes the envelope out of her bag. " so, um, yeah just the usual would be great.â
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đ˘đ§đđđ§đđđđđ¨đŤ: males. đťđźđđ˛đ: lexie, 21, college student + tutor. kristine froseth fc. gif icons available. connections: ex boyfriend/fwb.  âĄÂ   toxic dynamics / age gaps welcomed .
pretty girl all dolled up, she could feel her stomach buzzing with butterflies latching onto her nerves. the sound of abrupt knocking on her door causes her to jump, nearly smearing gloss all over features. they were early. practically tripping down the stairs as she tries to put heels on, lexie straightensher back and swings door open. only to find out it wasnât her date. â what are you doing here ? â voice, soft and shaky, and her eyes look past his shoulders. â i have a date coming. you have to go. â
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đ˘đ§đđđ§đđđ đđ¨đŤ : females.
đ˘đđđ : spencer is your favorite f*ckboy-dont-do-relationships twenty year old. your muse, for whatever reason, is attracted to him. of course, heâs attracted to yours too. far more than he wants to be, which is why he refuses to add you to his body-count list. uh oh, has he gone soft?
sheâs intoxicating.  just the vibrations pulsing from her frame is enough to get him going. it causes his jaw to clench and muscles to tighten, desperate to hold his breath long enough until the scent of her purity and beauty fade away. but itâs hard to do when she keeps coming back, when she keeps closing the distance between their bodies and the specks in her eyes stay locked onto his own. " i told you â, fuck, iâve practically showed you so many times iâm not good for you. why donât you fucking listen, huh? do you want me to hurt you? you want me to leave you shattered and left on the ground once iâm finished like my other conquests, huh?" spencers hands reached up now, grasping her jaw with his two fingers as his eyes squint into her own. conquests, thatâs all he seeâs anything with two legs and a pretty face. but her, sheâs different. for god forsaken reason he canât bring himself to add her name to the list of many things heâs tainted. a huff leaves his voice, the grip on her now used to push her away by her jaw, taking a step back. his hand brushes over his face, frustrated in more ways than one. " you need to leave, â- now. â
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đ˘đ§đđđ§đđđ đđ¨đŤ :  f /  nb. đťđźđđ˛đ :  henry,  22.  soft boi football player. ross butler fc.  gif  icons  available.  âĄÂ
âand this is my date. -- why donât you grab us some drinks, babe? " nickname suited well considering he couldnât remember the girls name for the life of him. to be fair, heâd only met her two hours prior from tinder. while the girl walks away, he glances at the other. " isnât she pretty ? oh - and get this: she actually doesnât care what other people think and isnât afraid to be seen with me. â
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đ˘đ§đđđ§đđđ đđ¨đŤ :  f / m / nb. đťđźđđ˛đ :  luis,  23.  works  as  a  mechanic.  aron  piper  fc. any connection. gif  icons  available.  âĄ
â right. get out, this was a mistake, we arenât doing this again. what, thatâs like, the third time iâve heard that the last week ? â the male teases, biting back his grin as he reaches for his clothes scattered across the room. wiping his jaw, he glances over at the other, scanning their naked frame before his eyes settle on theirs. â seriously, iâm here so much, i might as well leave a toothbrush here. why donât you just admit you like me ? â
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đ˘đđđ : chuck and blair vibes. victor ( 23 ) and your muse have been hooking up for quite some time now, but victor wants to commit. he tells your muse heâs not touching them until they swallow their pride and say a certain three word, eight letters.
rough callouses placed so delicately on the others bare thighs, squeezing gently as his lips trail against their jawline, amused hum leaving victors lips at every touch he gave the other. hand glides up, so close to the sweet spot. then suddenly, pulls back, tilting his head back up to make eye contact, witty look washed over handsome face. " itâs a damn shame youâre too stubborn to say three certain words. what, did you think just because you come over looking all pretty and desperate that iâd forget all about my deal with you ? "
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đ˘đđđ : give me a super f*cked up / dysfunctional relationship. jada ( 22. ) and your muse have been off and on for a long time now. they canât stand each other more than half the time but always come back to each-other because the s*x is breathtaking and theyâre both f*cked up. this is one if the times that theyâre off, and sheâs now dating your muses best friend just to f*ck with you.
ever since jada walked into the room filled with sweaty bodies and smoke, thereâs been tension forming around her and the other. her lips burn with both lip plumper and the urge to make a witty remark, instead finds herself leaning against the wall near the hallway, taking a sip of whatever the hell was inside the red cup she was handed. body covered in thin black material, t*ts nearly spilling out and thighs fighting against the fabric. never leave the house without looking the best is a phrase she lived by. especially when youâre out to sink your fingers into anotherâs brain and toy with it. heels make her stand at a total of 5â˛4, giving her the short boost to squint her eyes above at the other, red lips tugged into a smirk washed over with malicious intent. " kind of fucked up for you to be hitting on your best friends girlfriend, donât you think? â words are laced with anything but disinterest, instead soft and covered with fake guilt. " his c*ck is way bigger, you know. definitely shouldâve gotten with him sooner. "
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đ˘đ§đđđ§đđđ đđ¨đŤ :  males.
đ˘đđđ :  ocean, 23, has been ho*king up with your muses friend/brother for awhile now. he doesnât treat her right because of her reputation for sleeping around, but she actually fell for him and is hurt when she finds him making out with someone at a party.
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blonde girl  sits  looking  pretty  all  alone  on  the  porches  staircase.  all  dolled  up  only  to  allow  mood  falter  at  the  sight  of not  boyfriend,  just  a  ho*kup,  lip  locking  another  girl  on  the  center  of  the  couch,  right  beside  her.  knows  the  word  exclusive  never  became  a  subject,  yet  still  the  girl  so  desired  to  feel  wanted  felt  hurt.  oceans  fingers  tap  along  the  screen  of  her  phone,  opening  uber  app  until  thereâs  a  figure  approaching  from  behind  her,  causing  head  to  tilt  upwards  and  a  weak  smile  to  appear.  "  oh,  hey,  you  leaving? â  she  asks,  curiously  as  she  lowers  her  phone.  " ---  hey..  can  i  get  a  ride?  i  was  going  to  call  an  uber  but,  they  kinda  freak  me  out.  "
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đťđźđđ˛đ :  luis,  23.  works  as  a  mechanic.  aron  piper  fc.  any  connection.  gif  icons  available.  âĄ
â  thought  you  were breaking  up with  him  ? â luis  inquires  after  leading  the  other  into  empty  bedroom  upstairs  -  away  from  lively  party  he  had  no  real  interest  in.  instead,  faces  the  other,  now  crossing  arms  across  his  frame  tightly  in  a  movement  of  disappointment  and  hurt.  â  at  least  thatâs  what  you  said  when  you  were  in  my  bed  last  week.  i  mean,  what  the  fuck?  he  treats  you  like  shit. â
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đťđźđđ˛đ : lola  spelling,  20,  currently  in  school  for  communications  /  future  magazine  editor.  spoiled  and  a  lil  bit  innocent. rival or ex boyfriend. go crzy lmao.
â baby ! there you are.  â abrupt giggle comes from the blonde as sheâs reaching over and grabbing the others hands, tugging them closer to her body as she sways in front of them. arms wrap around their neck, closing the space between them as she continues her dance, a wide smile on her features that contradicted with her stern eyes. subtly glancing around for a brief second, lola leans in to the others ear.  â i know you hate me but i will literally give you a hundred bucks to just act like weâre together right now. â yeah, this was a bad idea. but for once - sheâs desperate.  â that guy over there watching ? son of my moms friend who wont stop bothering me and i canât exactly be mean to him so just - go with this, please.  â the begging tastes sour on her tongue, and the closeness between them has her uneasy but sheâs hoping thisâll work.
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đ˘đ§đđđ§đđđ đđ¨đŤ :  males,
đ˘đđđ :  marie  coltrane, 21,  daughter  of  a  pastor,  church  girl  ! plot self explanatory. connection ideas: family friend, friends sibling/parent/significant other, step-relative, significant other, siblings significant other, anything.
hadnât meant to be prying at all, only meant to use the computer to study. didnât think the other would mind, and surely she didnât think sheâd find p*rn in their browser. marie should click off, itâs not her business and definitely wasnât appropriate for the church girl to look at. but the more filth she saw, the more she could feel her thighs rub together. subconsciously, her hand glides up her skirt, pressing fingers against her white panties to stimulate herself. people actually watched this kind of thing ? it was strange.. but marie could now understand why. it was hypnotizing, her blue eyes locked to the screen, her hips grinding against her fingers. so hypnotizing, she didnât realize someone had been watching her.
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was it her fault her was with someone else? yes, but that didnât mean she had to like seeing him with someone else. apparently a couple months of sneaking around, telling him âsecrets are hotâ, going on dates only where people wouldnât see them had been his limit. polite smile on her face as he âintroducedâ her to the other woman, claraâs hand tightened on the glass in her hand. âthatâs not fair.â she huffed at his words. they were fair, especially when sheâd had to cave and tell him the reason she didnât want to be an official thing was because she knew her family wouldnât approve. after all, theyâd had someone picked out for her for as long as she could remember. someone whoâd be good for her fatherâs business empire, it didnât matter if she liked someone else, it wasnât the plan. âand everyone cares about what other people think. if they say they donât⌠theyâre lying.âÂ
âreally? i think itâs pretty fair.â he rebuttals, arms crossing over his chest now that his arms were free. maybe it was a bit messed up for him to show up with another girl, a girl who he doesnât really know. but he was just so frustrated with being kept a secret, that he just needed to try and move on. and yeah, maybe he wanted to see what her reaction would be spiked his interest, but henry wasnât trying to really be malicious. just wanted her to see what she was missing. ânot really. if someone makes you happy enough, who gives a fuck what other people say? thatâs what i like about her. doesnât like other people feelings get in the way of her own.â
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âyouâre not my type.â shrugging his rebuttal. âbut everyone has exceptions to their rules donât they? you can not be my type normally but still have something about you thatâs interesting. just⌠not my normal type.âÂ
âoh.â lexie says quietly, her lips pressing together as her eyes drift away. not really the answer she had been wanting to hear, but she tries her best to keep a straight face. âand what exactly is your normal type, then?â
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