#꒰ ♡ ꒱ and i’m the only one with a plan ╱ fitzroy ‘fitz’ sarandon ◞

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she holds onto him tightly while she sobs. the exhaustion finally starts to hit her, and she sags against him, barely able to cling to him. so tired. so tired. slowly the sobs start to settle, even though she’s still crying silently.

Fitz holds her close, running his fingers through her hair gently and just cuddling her. "Let it out. You're safe. I've got you. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here."

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Tag Dump - Muses, 3/?

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She appreciates the help, eagerly melting into the cuddles once she gets to the floor. She curls into Daniel, holding onto him tightly, laying more on top of him.

Waylon follows shortly after, cumming with a groan, his eyes rolling back, his hips stuttering and stilling. He pants and pulls away slightly to sit back on the couch. Looking over at his three on the floor, there’s a hint of a soft smile and a chuckle.

Hemlock melts into his touch, smiling softly against his lips. She reaches out to pull him the rest of the way onto the floor with her.

she pulls Sadie in more, holding onto both of them. Tired, so very tired. Needs to rest, but just wants to be held more than anything.

the slut curls into him, melting into his touch, humming lightly at his hand in her hair.

the doll shudders, happily laying there, eyes crossed, tongue hanging out of her mouth, thoroughly fucked and pleased. snuggles, please? she thinks it's done, they're done now, right? if they're done, the doll wants her snuggles. she was so good. right?

Fitz stumbles slightly and comes down with her, smiling and pulling her in close.

cuddles. warm. missing one? whine. pout. reaching blindly. cuddles. time for cuddles.

Navin kisses the side of her head, holding her close to him.

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Hemlock moans, doing her best to keep herself from rocking against his hand. Being a good girl. She looks down at Sophie, caressing her hair before her hand tightens in it. Looking back up at Fitz, she whimpers. “My turn? Please?” 

Fitz pauses, reaching up from her breast and tilting her head to him more. Then, grinning, he nods. "Yes. On your knees. Your turn to apologize for what you did."

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Hemlock moans, her own fingers picking up their pace slightly. “Good girl, Sophie. Making him feel so good. You’re both being so good for me. Cum for me? Let me hear you both feeling so good?”

Fitz shudders. Fuck, he's so fucking close. He can't stand it anymore. He whines and moans, eyes rolling back--

Sophie gags on him, moaning as she pumps her fingers brutally. Fuck, it feels so good, getting herself closer and closer, good girl for Hemlock--

Suddenly, he jerks her back by her hair, and pulls her off just in time to cum on her face with a loud moan, slumping back into the couch. She gasps and moans, eagerly accepting what he was doing and finally cumming herself, a high-pitched, breathy moan escaping her as she does.

Trembling, panting, she pulls her shirt up over her breasts and reveals she wasn't wearing a bra either before reaching for her phone off the couch.

She decides on two different selfies in the end. One of them, angled to show her fingers still inside herself, tongue out, eyes crossed and rolled up slightly. The second, she's giving the other her absolute best "fuck me" eyes, with her own fingers in her mouth. She sends them to Hemlock and then puts her phone aside, panting. "Mm-- how, how are those?"

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Fitz chuckles at the way she looks at him, his free hand coming up into her hair, getting a solid grip before he lets go of her chin. "Oh? Is that so? So you're being a good little slut, then? You think good little sluts throw things out of my hands to demand attention, is that it?"

Hemlock smirks when he looks down but has to bite her lip to suppress a whimper when he grabs her chin. She shakes her head 'no' as best she can, grinning slightly when she's able to recover a bit. "I'm not being a brat. I even said please!"

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Hemlock doesn’t stop, continuing to pump the toy just as hard, ready to keep going until one of them drops from sheer exhaustion at this point. She moans and rocks back against the other’s finger. Fuck. So good. Felt so good–

the doll whines more, gasping desperately and tensing up. picking up the pace of her finger, adding another one as her tongue keeps going. fuck. so sensitive now, the doll is so so sensitive she's pretty much on edge again.

On the nightstand, for only the 100th time, Hemlock's phone lets out an angry buzz as Fitz calls her yet again. He glances to Keefe and shrugs, his phone on speaker. Wherever the hell Hemlock was, this had better be good.

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Hemlock moans deeply. Good girl. Needs to be a good girl. Fuck, that feels so good. Her eyes threaten to roll back, but she keeps them locked with his. She whimpers and does her best to nod. Be a good girl. Don’t cum without permission. “Mhmm– fu-u-uck–”

Fitz smirks, watching her. "Fucking slut. Desperately pushing yourself against a little toy, your face covered in cum because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself, begging me for more. We both know you wanted to be strung up like this, didn't you? You're just a horny little slut desperate for attention. Desperate for praise. Isn't that right?"

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Hemlock grins up at him. She struggles underneath his hands just to struggle, not really trying to break free. At his question, she bats her eyelashes and looks up at him innocently. “Because I’m cute and just that irresistible?”

Fitz snorts and rolls his eyes. "How adorable." He reaches over to the nightstand, keeping her hands pinned, coming back with his rope and raising an eyebrow at her.

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Hemlock sits up all of the way and looks out the window for a moment before she looks back to him and nods. Fuck, this is going to be hot, showing everyone she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” 

She opens the door and gets out of the car, a smug grin on her face. 

Fitz smirks as he climbs out himself, whirling the keys on his finger after he locks up and heading towards the building.

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Hemlock shivers with anticipation as he parks the car, barely able to suppress the whimper that comes bubbling to the surface when he jerks her hair. She bats her eyes up at him innocently and shrugs. “I was just trying to get you to be a safe driver.”

Fitz raises an eyebrow, holding her hair, his grip tightening. His other hand comes to her chin, gripping it slightly and locking their gazes. "That what you're going with?"

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Hemlock’s eyes light up with excitement when she hears him groan. She slowly bobs her head, only taking part of him in her mouth, while her hand takes the rest. She looks up at him as best she can, enjoying watching him try to concentrate.

His grip tightens on the steering wheel. Fuck. Fitz breathes hard, forcing himself to focus on the road, trying to power through.

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Eyes On The Road

@fxirytxlcfxtc Hemlock runs her hand lightly along Fitz’ thigh and grins at him. She squeezes his upper thigh gently, her fingers brushing up against him through his jeans. Looking up at him, she grins mischievously.  “May I?”

Fitz shudders slightly at the feeling of Hemlock's touch, his eyes on the road. He taps the steering wheel slightly, trying (and failing) to hide in his face how well he was responding to what she was doing.

Not that it mattered all that much, since he was getting hard under her hand. He couldn't help it. The risk of it turned him on more than he could admit with just words.

He tries weakly to appeal to some logic as if he's not hard underneath her and already so into it. "--'s not safe..." He bites his lip and shifts under her touch a bit. Fuck, but he wants it so badly. So badly. It's in everything of him, his body language, his breathing, his eyes.

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She moans, gasping as she’s forced back onto the back of the couch, helping him get her out of her clothes as best she can. Fuck. Feels so good. Her eyes roll back and her mouth falls open, moaning and whimpering with every thrust.

the cumslut melts into the kiss, whining slightly as he pulls away.

Waylon looks back up at her and chuckles. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.” He pulls Sophie more towards him by her hips, lining himself up so that he can push into her with a groan.

Hemlock gasps and moans, looking down at him and smirking. She takes one of his hands, guiding it between them, in between her legs.

the slut whimpers. she gasps when he flips them, nodding eagerly at his question. she moans and whines, her legs spreading more for him. “Please– f-fuck me, pl-please. ’m s-so ready please just fu-uck mmme please–!”

Fitz grins, leaning in and murmuring in her ear. "Such a good girl." He groans as he rails into her. Fuck, she feels so good.

the doll gasps, squealing a bit and whining, hips automatically rocking towards him. fuck, yes. fuck, feels so good.

whore moans, letting her move whore, automatically rubbing circles against her. so pathetic. so desperate. so broken. good whore.

Navin smirks down at her, reaching up and so gently brushing some hair from her face. "Good girl." And with that, he absolutely rails into her, quickly getting to a hard and fast pace.

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Sadie gasps and whimpers, stilling her hips. Fuck, she’s horny. Eager and desperate for more. “Y-yes, sir.”

the cumslut moans louder. Already so close. Eager to make her cum too. So good. Be a good cumslut.

Hemlock can’t help but love how broken and eager he looks. She pushes him down, her hands bracing herself against his chest as she begins to roll her hips, starting slow, moaning and gasping.

Waylon looks over to Violet and Sophie, shifting in his seat a little. She’s almost as far gone as Daniel is from the looks of it. It’s rare he gets to see her this far into subspace, and he can’t help but appreciate it.

the slut looks up at him with a dazed grin, melting slightly into his touch. she shivers at the praise. “G-goo– mm– good.”

"Much better," Fitz smirks, starting to fuck her. He wants to go slow, to tease her more and make her struggle to stay still, but... nah. He picks up his pace easily, fucking her rough and fast. One hand trails up to her breasts, grabbing one and squeezing.

the doll moans, one hand squeezing Violet's leg tighter as she tenses, moaning against her all breathy and high pitched. whimpering, the doll reaches her other hand, managing to push a finger inside her as she continues completely devoting herself to the other. so fucking close-- has to be a good doll and make her cum first--

whore lays back when pushed. eyes up on her. eager and desperate and needy and please--

moans when she starts, shuddering and watching her, drooling a bit. feels so fucking good. feels so fucking good to just be used. pass whore around and use whore to get themselves off.

Navin smirks, biting his lip at her dazed response. Fuck. God, he loves her like this. "Remind me. What are you now, now that your brains are just a puddle between your legs?"

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Hemlock gasps softly, smiling into the kiss and holding onto him with the hand not currently in Sophie’s mouth. 

Hadley holds onto him tightly, gasping lightly when he cums. She pants and shakes a little, melting into him slightly, just letting herself be held. 

Sadie gets up, following Violet over to the other chair. She sits on the back edge of the chair by Daniel’s head, stroking his hair. Leaning over slightly, she catches Waylon’s face with her other hand, pulling him in to kiss him deeply. 

Waylon groans and growls lightly into the kiss. He pounds into his whore, tensing, his hips stuttering as he cums with a loud moan. His eyes roll back slightly and he pants for air. Fuck. 

the cumslut licks her lips and takes him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she hollows out her cheeks and takes as much of him as she can. 

Fitz smirks, pulling back from the kiss, his hand lacing into her hair as he looks down at Sophie and chuckles. "And our little doll. You were so good." He tugs her back from Hemlock's fingers, leaning down and kissing her, groaning softly as he does.

the doll whimpers when he pulls her back, moaning as he kisses her. she whimpers, reaching up to his belt loops and tugging him in slightly, reaching shakily to strip him of his bottoms.

Navin holds onto her tighter, moaning softly as he still comes down. He kisses her neck softly, trembling, holding her.

hair. hand. nice. whore shudders and gasps as Sir cums, whining and pushing back to Him more. so desperate. so pathetic. so ready to be used.

moans louder, eyes locking down on Her. yes, yes, yes yes yes yes--