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i got the right kind of bored and brain stormy and conjured up nadia; m.ikey m.adison fc. nadia's good at numbers and shaking ass. she's a dancer at a gentlemen's club, who got her start doing their books and waiting tables. might deal a little on the side. inflation's a bitch. until she becomes filthy fucking rich. more on her here. let me write her? give this a like if you'd like a starter based on your wishlist :3

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i got the right kind of bored and brain stormy and conjured up nadia; m.ikey m.adison fc. nadia's good at numbers and shaking ass. she's a dancer at a gentlemen's club, who got her start doing their books and waiting tables. might deal a little on the side. inflation's a bitch. until she becomes filthy fucking rich. more on her here. let me write her? give this a like if you'd like a starter based on your wishlist :3

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frances cannon

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she's not doing too well in his class, figures. she’s not in class because she’s keen on studying the cosmos and celestial objects. the slender blonde is far more concerned with learning everything she can about her professor than the material he’s offering her entire class. judging by the boldness of their precarious situation, he’s certainly intrigued enough to risk losing his job AND landing her in the dean's office for some much-deserved disciplinary action. though cherry’s all too happy to risk her reputation along with his. if she wasn’t so turned on, cherry might’ve been embarrassed about the heat building between her legs underneath that pink skirt. she blinks up at the older man, blue eyes wide as their faces hover close enough she can feel her chest brush against him with every other breathy exhale. lithe fingers trail down his chest, hooking around the belt buckle with barely contained impatience. her answer comes in the form of a single, sure nod. lush lips pulling into a smile behind the hand firmly keeping her mouth shut as he traps her for himself in the silence and coziness of one of the libraries on campus.

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“   shh ,   ”   jonathan  murmurs  softly ,   palm  pressed  flat  against  her  mouth  as  he  pins  her  to  the  bookshelf  in  the  lonely  aisle  of  the  library ,   distant  chatter  of  students  faintly  echoing  in  the  background  ―   it  is  stupidly  reckless  of  him  to  be  doing  this  in  a  broad  daylight ,   in  a  public  place  no  less ,   but  the  risk  only  adds  to  the  thrill ,   and  he  can’t  bring  himself  to  pull  away .   “   i  need  you  to  be  a  good  girl  and  keep  quiet  for  me .   can  you  do  that ?   ”

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her eyes are stormy, dark. she takes in every line on his face, imagining how the coarse-looking hair on the lower part of his face would feel against her skin. nicky can't help but find his irritation amusing and the gruffness in his voice as he swears begrudgingly attractive. his confession is received with cautious distrust before the iciness to her demeanor softens just so.

"oh? shocking— mmnh." her sarcasm quickly fades, overtaken by the relieved whimper that comes with that slight release of pressure. the blood comes rushing back to her scalp and ( embarrassingly ) down to her clit, that distracting ache further melting away some of that irritability he's originally greeted with. the mention of that childhood moniker leaves her one step closer to placing his face to the faded memories of her youth. too often in her memory, there are blurs of places and people who briefly impacted her or her sibling's lives. sometimes their parents, before they inevitably part ways. the realization starts to dawn; placing names to faces, tracing the timelines until things align in a way that makes sense. to her credit, nicky possesses a notorious track record for developing crushes on various of her older sibling's friends and mentors.

round eyes widen more so, a flush of heat and color settling just under those full, youthful cheeks. she can't glance away even if she wanted, even if morgan's hand wasn't gripping tender tresses. the shock of being seen in full for her depravity and desires locking her in place as his gaze burns into hers. instead of answering, giving in to the taunting she shakes out the place where his fingers laced in her hair while shooting him a dirty look. "i'm sorry the decore isn't what you expected, morgan. who knows, maybe with a little heads up i could have done more. set that scene for us. maybe even thrown in some mood lighting." the saccharine tone of voice drips with her sarcasm as she flops onto the couch on the opposite end from where he's perched, legs parted just so to reveal the underwear covering her mound while she hugs her knees to her chest as the shirt rides up tan thighs. still eager to tempt him in person after growing into an alluring young woman. "if i do, are you gonna talk shit about my room too?" still, she's up to lead the way before she's done busting his balls. hesitantly, nicole's got his hand in hers to lead him to the master at the end of the hall. she pulls him in and locks the door behind them, unwilling to risk any mishaps even if her brother wasn't due back for a while. the neatly made covers rumple around nicky's slender frame as she bounces onto her bed, stuffed animals bouncing off as she lands. the walls are covered in pictures of places and people met during the countless moves of her formative years. cartoonish posters of some of the plushies on the bed and several more mixed in. the sheets white with a pattern of girlish roses dotted with green leaves, "so, what do you think? good enough place to defile me?"

A breathless exhale, eyes rolling back in exasperation. “Fuck—” He curses to himself, shifting as much as his command over her hair may allow. Empathetic humanity holds his animalistic carnality back by a single thread: Morgan has never touted himself as a gentleman, not even a good man, but even that little, chivalric voice in the back of his head was loud enough for him to second - guess indulging in all that depravity they talked about. She should congratulate him on how much restraint he has right in this moment.

A thick swallow. "Yeah, well," a ghost of a smile twitches stubbled lip, "I don't like me right now either." Confession is offered in a growl of a whisper, the truth of it seeming a bit too intimate even for this. His grip on raven tresses loosens, just so just enough to give her a taste of freedom. See! He could be nice!

LIKEABLE.

"Let's not think about Jimmy," surely a nickname for the older sibling that hasn't been used since his youth, "right now. It'll ruin the mood." Emerald gaze shoots upward, like he was considering some thoughts floating above his head. "Well, maybe it won't you're into that right?" He chides, shrinking enough so their eyes meet, clear and levelled. "I'm a bit too old to play stepbro." Mustachioed lips pout mockingly before smiling, toothy, wide, and taunting. Rough hand relinquishes its grip, freeing her so he may openly walk further into the apartment.

"Kinda dull for a princess like you," an unfair critique seeing as it is a shared apartment but it doesn't seem anything he's done so far is fair. He finds a seat on the arm of the couch, hands folded together and resting comfortably between his thighs. "Wanna show me those pretty pink walls that are always behind you?"

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cherry's always been hungry for more than whatever suburbia's offering in her hometown. she handles the divorce gracefully because it's better than cheering for the downfall of her parents' marriage, regardless of how positive overdue the decision was for all of them. her mother remarries with suspicious speed, so cherry eyes her new relationship with her stepfather with indifference and mild distrust. unsure of the longevity, the legitimacy of her mother's marriage, unwilling to lower her guard for something she fears is fleeting. until denver wins her over; he pays attention to her unlike her birth father, that relationship was too soured by their past to be worth salvaging in cherry's eyes. showers her with the praise and recognition she's severely lacking. either in casual almost innocent compliments or in the form of flowers and front-row seats to whatever show the company's putting on for the season despite her initial move of lying to his face about tickets selling out. it's really only thanks to him, his home's proximity to the city that cherry can maintain a contract with the ballet company that's recently hired her with ease while pocketing most of the check. he really seals the deal with the movie nights. he's quick to tease about joining him on the couch; routinely catching her watching tv from the kitchen with a glass of water or a cup of tea in her hands. eyes lingering with intrigue on whatever's keeping him up late that night. it's not long after that cherry's smitten with his attention, or so she tells herself. it's not denver she's particularly fascinated by. no, no. just enjoys their conversations. the little gifts and random displays of fatherly affection. the way she feels when she's with him. shockingly, tonight she's grumpy to be seated on his lap. having been caught with one foot literally out the door, complaining about already changing into a new leotard under her skirt, and booking nonrefundable studio time ( probably on his card ). still, she quiets down by the time he hits play. stills entirely when she clocks the unmistakable porn scene, then startles a little when that deep, gruff voice rumbles against her back. there's a tiny shrug of delicate shoulders. a silent shake of her head as the crotch of her tights starts to dampen against the lips of her cunt. she can't help but squirm with discomfort. a little too aroused; a little too embarrassed to sit still any longer. "by watching a dirty video together? after snooping through my things?" she wants to shake him off when the stubble of his chin brushes against the skin of her shoulder. instead, she makes an annoyed little hmph noise, her shaky hands toying with the thick digits wrapped around her lycra-covered torso. "—maybe? but it's not like... you snooped! that was sneaky, daddy. those searches aren't... i'm a virgin anyway... is it any of your business?" still, despite the stammered indignation her nipples are erect. the rise and fall of her chest unsteady.

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"there we go", remote drops to the side of the couch once denver presses play on one of his favorite videos. it's a typical setup — naive woman in a skirt too short to be anything other than a scream to be f*cked and used, a surly man who doesn't have an ounce of control in his body devouring the sight of her. "now baby, know why we're watching this?" free hands splay against her waist, body settled so sweetly on his lap. "'cause i know you've been curious. seen those things you've been searchin' online", snooping was not something denver was proud of, but now wasn't the time to dwell on it. "you need a little help, don't you sweetheart?" chin props itself on her shoulder, a slow inhale of the shampoo she uses, the perfume she decorates her body with. "and daddy knows just how to do it."

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NEW GIRL ( 2011 - 2018 ) ↳ season 1 episode 9

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she was all too happy to skip answering his question with words, practically a bouncing gait as she rose from her spot across his desk. it's easier to just... exist around wren. there's less pressure to perform for an audience that doesn't exist. one that can't possibly know about them, yet. seree finds him fucking fascinating and doesn't seem to mind checking her ego at the door for him. she pauses to close the curtains, teetering on the balls of her feet to reach the top. at the same time, the hemline of her dress shifts to expose the back of her tan, full thighs before she's steady on her feet once more. "mmmh, and here i was trying to be so patient so you could focus on your work." that's hardly true. still, seree finds their back-and-forth enjoyable. she settles into his lap and wastes no time getting comfortable. heart-shaped ass wriggling against his slacks while an arm wraps around his neck, the opposite hand pulling the sucker from between glossy lips to lean in for a sugary kiss. "i think your lap is quickly becoming my favorite place to sit."

this being far from wren's first rodeo, he has to admit that there are marked differences in what it's like with seree versus previous paramours of semesters past. he's not blind to her infamy, though it hardly influenced his attraction, but there's a level of understanding one another that they've reached. wren doesn't feel the gaps in their life experience as being quite as broad as maybe they should be, considering her age and his position. he finds her interesting, likes spending time with her outside of the moments of debauchery more than he'd like to admit. she can even wrap her lips around a heart shaped lollipop, evoking visions of something more erotic and inappropriate in his mind in an action that can so easily be played off as innocent and he just finds himself keen to see how much she enjoys teasing him. it's not exactly subtle, but it's not sitting there in a mini skirt and no underwear at the front of his class, either (which — actually, wasn't his worst idea and he might suggest later). "princess themed lollipops." he repeats, still staring at her across the desk. "well, so what, you wanna sit there licking that thing, or do you wanna come here?" he shifted his chair back a little, glancing to the window to the curtains that weren't quite drawn on instinct.

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"mmm, she usually doesn't come up in conversation. but i'm usually not that kind if i do have to bring her up, not gonna lie. but i don't think everything's a joke; maybe it's just that people over 40 are so easily triggered." she delivers the line with a casual shrug. the chip on cherry's shoulder about her insidious nuclear family life had been there for so long she tends to forget people who aren't witness to the dynamics might not understand ( or want to understand ) her disdain and disillusionment. the brazen comment about her tits and her outfit choices makes her stomach drop. a flush of heat creeps over her body in waves, nipples pebbling under her shirt as her skin erupts in goosebumps. so he wasn't immune to noticing how her body looked. or the leers and lecherous quips of others. maybe just pious and solemn about it, too traditional to let something like that slide with his get-out-of-jail-free card to punish her for poor decision-making. cherry's not used to authority figures speaking to her with such irrate, crass boldness. the challenge leaves her stunned. swallowing her silence with a bitter pout on plump, pillowy lips. his fingers dig into her skin, biting into soft flesh without mercy as he hooks thick digits around both her jeans and the elastic of her sheer, cherry-embroidered panties. his burning gaze bore into her as he bared her cunt to them both. cher wants to cover her clean-shaven mound with dainty hands but somehow resists. unwilling to test the waters like that. instead, hands grip the edge of the wooden desk in anxious anticipation. a dread-filled silence hung in the air, impatient as ever cherry wondered how prudent it would be to ask when he'd be getting started. her only warning anything's awry comes in the form of a menacing woosh that fills her ears; reminiscent of the noise that came before he smacked the ruler in front of her earlier. only the metal won't come crashing down on a wooden desk. no, instead, it makes vicious contact with the perky, toned flesh of bare cheeks with enough force to knock the wind out of her. the cold of the metal stings against warm flesh, though that's nothing compared to the burning and immediate redness and welting that draws a pained cry between parted lips as she tries to kick her legs, trapped with the denim and underwear pooling around her ankles. tears spring to her eyes, dotting pale lashes as cherry's vision blurs. "holy fucking shit, that hurt!" she blurts out, half a pained hiss and half breathy surprise, yet to fully grasp how something that size could cause so much pain. how he could leave such an impression.

"are you normally this disrespectful when talking about her? no wonder you have no respect for authority. You think everything's a fucking joke." maybe he hadn't been playing that much close attention to cherry before to notice. all of that was going to change though. if he needed to be the stern hand that put her on the right path, then he was going to happily take up that mantle. "don't put this on them. you walk around with your tits practically out half of the time. thin shirts leaving little to the imagination." it was even worse when she was home. victor couldn't let shit like this keep happening, not under his watch. that's why he was glad that the ruler seemed to at least shut her up somewhat. it showed him that he was on the right path. now he just had to put everything into action. "there's a first time for everything. believe me, if someone had the balls to do this to you before then you would have been in a much better place right now." victor wasn't going to be the one to hesitate. "no because i know you'd only say it to get out of the mess you put yourself in. you can shove your apologize up your ass for all i care." the headmaster moved around so that he could unzip and unbutton her jeans. he looked at cherry directly in her eyes while he pushed her pants down, along with her underwear (if she was wearing any). he wanted her to see every intention that he had in his gaze. "now, where were we about that lesson that i was going to teach you?" the headmaster moved back to stand behind her and off to the side a little. normally, he would've given someone a warning for what he was going to do next, but he didn't think that the blonde deserved that much. he brought the ruler down, slapping it right in the middle of her ass. in a position where it would reach both cheeks and still hurt. "you're going to learn how to be genuinely sorry for what you did."

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the heady scent of sex hangs thick in the air between them like her mounting anticipation. her inexperienced cunt slick with the evidence of her enthralling arousal. color sits high in the apples of full, youthful cheeks. despite her reservations regarding his size, her tightness; that little hole still tightens around nothing, her desperation ripe to be taken advantage of. alec was only a man, after all, with his own primal needs. with truly one thing on his mind as he hunted her down, leading her astray. a lamb to her own slaughter. the word baby sounds so nice, the way it rolls off his tongue with a gruff drawl. with the soft cooing, the drooling of her cunt begging for just a little more stimulation to reach that delirious high she's chasing; the man could convince her pigs fly in her current state if he so desired. instead, he settles for something far more vicious. in one brutish thrust, he breeches her virgin entrance without remorse but enough forceful intention to sink the fat head of his cock and a couple girthy inches of the shaft inside her as warm, velvety walls clamp around him like a vice. a sharp, pained noise pushes past her lips, a sound so akin to that of wounded PREY kore fails to clock the noise as hers. "take it out, take it out... ow, no no no, i can't — that's not little!" even with her thighs slick with her juices, it still feels like he'll split her in half if he dares to keep going. he's got one massive hand locked around her thigh, pinning her in place as she quivers around him.

alec had a feeling that she was spewing nonsense. it wasn't anything specific she'd said, but it seemed commonplace with girls online. they'd find random men, talk to them, send nudes, and then vanish without a trace. for the attention? maybe. a quick orgasm? sure. alec didn't mind usually. he'd be happy to collect a treasure drove of photos, nude videos, and audios of countless pretty girls online. he never got over re-watching the way their heads dipped back in ecstasy. kore was no different. she'd written a cheque that she couldn't cash. the countless videos, the buzzing of her want, and relentless moaning made him feel different than the other girls. he needed her, and he'd do anything to get to her.

her whining means nothing to him. he simply goes along with her concerns until she's naked underneath him, requesting assurance that it'd be able to fit. "i'm just gonna put a little in, baby, then we'll take a break so you can adjust." he lies, only wanting her to cooperate a little longer. one arm hooks one of her legs, pinning it back. he takes the moment to admire her pussy, pretty and pink. "just a little." he assures her one more time, guiding himself to her entrance with his free hand.

without much more warning than that, the man thrusted forward hard.

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full brows furrow, nose wrinkling with a seething mixture of disdain and disbelief as she stares into the gaze of her internet paramour. face to face for the first time, nicole can begin to recognize the tangible, dangerous consequences of her precarious internet adventures. lips fall open as if she's to say something, goaded into a reaction with one little word. but her voice can't form any of the cutting remarks she wants to make. not with that phone illuminating her face in ghoulish blue light as her eyes scan the salacious evidence of her coquettishness in words and actions. she's beyond unnerved, seeing her depravity from the recipient's lens. and still, a wet spot starts to form in the gusset of her cotton panties hidden under that ill-fitting shirt. previously, nicky must've been under the impression she had the upper hand in the situation. truly buying into that FARCE that is internet anonymity, delusional enough to believe her brother's badge offers an added layer of immunity.

her heart's going wild in her ribcage, a trapped bird lusting for escape. that unmistakable sound of her apartment door locking shut hits pierced ears. adorned by little playboy bunnies, a virgin playing vixen. typically one of the sweeter sounds to hear; signifying the end of a long day or alerting her james is home. now it makes the pounding in her chest intensify to unforeseeable heights. head tilts to the side like that of a puppy trying to comprehend the world around them. "what the fuck? no. i don't buy it. why the HELL would james do that? he wouldn't do that." right? she means to cross her arms over her chest with an air of boldness that is lacking; her movements more akin to an attempt to soothe herself via a pathetic hug as he continues to ridicule her in her own home before calloused digits thread through that curtain of silky, pitch black locks reminiscent of those platonic, almost dismissive head pats of her youth. and then those large fingers from a fist around her hair as nicole yelps in surprise. tears spring forth, glittering in hazel irises while her world blurs under the roughness of his movements. "i don't particularly like YOU right now." still, she undeniably lusts for him.

Though unwavering as manicured digit prods at the soft flesh encapsulating the built muscle of his midsection, Morgan's scruff - covered cheek twitches into something akin to a wry smile, betraying more of his delight than he'd initially cared to. In lieu of an actual answer, he steps forward, booted foot forcibly propping open her door as he whispers a cruel and taunting:

"Sike."

Dwarfed in his rough hand, the phone's screen emits a ridiculing electric blue, offering a very intimate and brief view of HIS side of their conversations. He’s surprised she hadn’t recognized him when they first started chatting— but, then again, she was a little too young to remember him coming around as a Rent-A-Big-Brother to her own older brother (all at the request of their father, of course). Morgan knew it was wrong when they matched, should’ve honestly blocked her on principle— but then he thought about it: better him than any other man.

CLICK. The door closes behind him and he takes a moment to glance around her apartment's foyer. "Your brother's the one who told me I could come over whenever " he offers with no context, hovering over her like some maleficent shade, his hands ( and his phone ) returning to his pockets. For a moment, he's lost, trapped in the throes of recollection: first on his impromptu meeting with her brother ( when he had really gone to the PD to see her after gaining intel from his old firefighter buddies ), second on all those foul things she told him she wanted.

"What's wrong?" The gravelly whisper comes to mock her, fingers of his dominant hand carding through her hair, carefully fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. "What happened to ALL that spunk?" Rough hand gives her head a demanding shake. "Tsk I don'know I think I like you better like this."

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july 22, 2017

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A case of stalking that turns into breaking and entering and then ends with you being abducted and never seen again

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