#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ;; naomi ritter

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"No, that's fair. It's harder to exchange numbers for insurance purposes if you hit me with a cart." It was a strange conversation, that was for sure, but Naomi loved strange conversations. They were far better than boring ones and you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who disagreed with that. Her lips kept curling up into a smile as he spoke, flattered that he seemed to have gone so out of his way to start the conversation in the first place. "We are still standing here," she agreed with a nod, tilting her head as she kept her eyes on him, unable to take them off. There was something so appealing about him, something that made her want to stay here and see what would happen next. "So, does that mean you're going to ask for my number or...invite me to share that bottle of wine with you?" Maybe it was a little forward but Naomi had never been all that subtle and she had a feeling that it wasn't assuming too much about where this conversation might have been going. Either they exchanged numbers to go out later or they went out now, she didn't' see a downside.

Dillon scratched his head a bit. He had already been drinking that evening and had come into the store to buy a TV dinner or ramen, something easy, a bottle of wine and some medicine that would make him drowsy. There was a level of confidence already floating his boat; he licked his teeth as he gave the woman a quick go over. He took a few steps back.

"I mean,' he shrugged, the bottle of wine shifting slightly underneath his arm. "There were other options, of course,' he nodded. He couldn't think of anything quickly, but he knew that he had to keep the conversation going himself if it were to continue... he had been the one to come up to the stranger in the middle of the store with the threat of vehicular damage.

"I could have gotten a cart and accidentally ran into your ankles,' Dillon shrugged. "I don't think there would have been a good time to give you my number after that though." He began to sway on his feet. "Starting to think there may not be a good time after this conversation either,' he motioned between the two of them. "But! We are still standing here."

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"What? A hand delivery? I feel like a princess." Naomi grinned, giggling as she took the envelope, spending a second or two to take in how nice it looked. He really did go above and beyond, something Naomi knew ever since meeting Xavier but the detail - nothing was missed. Tilting her head, she gave him a mischievous look, smirking as she shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not sure I can make it, I might have something else going on..." she teased, making sure he knew that she was only playing.

"And because not only that you're a special person, you're special to me, I'm hand-delivering the invitation," Xavier said, flashy grin and all, before handing over the envelope, signed and signed with their name imprinted on the front. "For a limited time, I'm also accepting verbal RSVPs." (@tooswcctx)

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"Okay, maybe it's a little bit that of that, too." What? Could you really blame her? It had started off innocently enough, nothing more than a little crush but at some point, she couldn't deny the attraction, even if she had tried to keep it hidden. "I guess that means we're both living forever then." She teased back, giving him a playful look even if she was still a little bit worried.

He raised an eyebrow at her, teasing smile on his lips. "You keep checking up on me that often Imma start thinking you just miss my pretty face, Naomi." Frank reached forward, poking at her ribs. "Nothing is gonna happen to me, alright? It's the good that die young, I got a long time left. Relax."

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Shit, shit, shit, shit - everything was a disaster and Naomi was high key going a little crazy. She'd promised her friends a perfectly made holiday meal in leu of them all being able to go home to family and it was quite literally about to go up in flames. As yet another wave of boiling sauce overtook the edge of the pot to sizzle against the hot stove, she squeezed her eyes closed before she felt another presence in the room, opening her eyes slowly and seeing Cole there. Immediately, she felt a little better, albeit more embarrassed now that someone else was witness to her chaos. "Thank you...remind me why you didn't just cook for everyone?" she asked, teasing but there was a hint of seriousness. The chef cooking would have made way more sense than an interior designer who barely kept a schedule and forgot lists as soon as she wrote them down.

cole had been hearing and watching the other struggle from his periphery for the past hour, having respected their wish for him to remain on the sidelines while they prepared Christmas Eve dinner. something about him being a chef making it too nerve-racking for him to be in there. as if he would have ever critiqued them in the first place, but he understood what it could feel like. but with a final sound of hissing to signal something boiling over in the kitchen, the man rose from his spot in the living room and silently went to the burner, turning it down slightly and stirring the sauce. "I promise...not a word..." he murmured, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

open to: m/f/nb fluffy/fun christmas stuff idk!

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Naomi hadn't seen Chance in what felt like forever even though his sister had repeatedly told her it was only six months. But six months felt like a long time so when they had a little homecoming get together, she had enthusiastically cleared her calendar. The night had been a smashing success, drinks and music coursing through her veins and Naomi had lost complete track of time, barely noticing when everyone else called it a night besides the two of them. She'd never done a photoshoot or anything before but she was buzzing, taking each object and following his instructions with a grin on her face between each pose. "Sexy? I like sexy." Naomi repeated, giving him a look before giggling, nodding her head before shaking it and making her hair a little more wild. "How's that? Going for the hair after sex look, right?"

🍋 OPEN CHANCE STARTER

OPEN TO : m / f / nb PROMPT : chance is back at home after a six-month stint in the arctic taking pictures of penguins and ice hotels. he’s enjoying being back home at his own studio with lots of drinking, exceedingly loud music, and taking pictures of your muse. CONNECTIONS : tab*o, stepc*st, significant other, sibling’s significant other/best friend (sibling can be passed out in another room), best friend’s sibling/significant other, someone he picked up at a bar, etc. have fun with it!

He hadn’t done portrait work since he’d first graduated college and gotten a job at some shitty family photography store, but at the moment all he could think was that it was a far sight better than being in the cold for hours on end. Everything about this was warm and alive, music blaring as he laughed and followed them around with one of his many cameras. Chance had been instructing them to pose, picking up random objects that littered his studio for them to hold and use. It was all in good fun and only growing with the more alcohol they consumed. “Wait, wait. Come here.” Yet he was the one ambling over, reaching out a hand to muss up their hair. “Let’s make it sexy, yeah?”

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"Nooo, come on, you can't stop now." Naomi giggled, lifting the half-filled beer she had been sipping on to her lips. She knew she should have left a long time ago but it was too fun being here and she didn't exactly have much to go back to. Either stay and flirt a little with the bartender or go home on her own. "Alright, just so it's fair...one time I went to this guys' house to meet for a date before dinner and then he asked me to cook for him since he was too cheap to actual go to a restaurant."

status: open f muse: benjamin dunn- bartender- heterosexual plot: based on this

'alright, you're turn. i think i've spilled enough of my dirty little secrets for one night.' ben said with a chuckle as he continued to wipe down the bar. it was way past closing and yet he was still here with them, swapping shitty relationship stories.

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"Is it?" Naomi hissed back, stressed to all hell about this whole situation. This was a stupid idea, an idiot would come up with something as convoluted as this which meant she was most definitely an idiot. "Someone is going to figure this out, I suck at keeping secrets." She sighed, turning around to face her back to the rest of the partygoers and focus on the shot she so desperately needed. "It's not you, you're -" Naoms paused to give him a once over and an appreciative look, "you're perfect. You're exactly what I need but it's me. I'm the problem. I don't know why I thought I could pull something like this off. My sister is going to know immediately, my fucking ex - he's going to see right through this." She was rambling now, on the verge of a real spiral all rooted in the fact that her ex boyfriend was the best man and she was determined to look like she had her life together. And a man who loved her. What had she been thinking??

emiliano had gotten to a point in his career where he was selective about the jobs he took. his prices were high but fair for what he offered, but he’d never once taken a wedding. not until now. this one was lavish, to say the least. the amount of events leading up to the wedding alone that he would be in attendance for had earned an exorbitant fee. he was old fashioned, so the cash she’d handed him in the backseat of the cab after meeting at the airport was sitting in an envelope in his suitcase. they’d had little time to get ready, dropping off their bags at her parents sprawling home and leaving the glaring issue of the bed they were to share as a problem for later. as they stood there at the bar, emiliano noticed now how tense she was, his back pressing into it as he leaned closer to her. “you look stressed. take a breath. it’s okay.” he turned, signalling the bartender himself and ordering them both shots. the party was bustling at this point, no one would notice. “this doesn’t work if me standing this close makes you clam up.” his hand hovered over her lower back. 

open to f/nb plot: inspired by the wedding date. your muse is the maid of honor at her sister’s wedding and has hired an escort to be her date/make her look good 

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When he picked up the shots, her eyes followed the glasses before shifting to meet his eyes. Whatever he said, Naomi would believe because he was a man who had a plan and his plans so far had been great - although she'd only seen one plan and that was putting luggage into an overhead container on the plane. Still. "Okay." She swallowed shakily and took the shot from him before throwing it back. The liquor burned but it was a good feeling, it forced her out of her spiral at least. This time when his arm wrapped around her waist, Naomi felt comforted by it. His whole presence was like a weighted blanket...something she was missing and wished she had been able to pack if only it hadn't weighted forty pounds. "Right, yeah. That's fine, I can do that and if I'm going - wait, how will you know? You'll just know to kiss me or something? At this rate, you're just going to have to kiss me the whole time." Oh God, she was quickly starting to freak out again.

continued from here on beta for @disillusicnd

It didn’t take someone particularly perceptive to see that things were beginning to go south when they’d barely begun. Still, Emiliano considered this job as inclusive of whatever pep talks that Naomi needed to get through this wedding. It was his job to reassure as much as it was his job to make her look good and he could do that. He’d always been good at that, another reason this job had been well suited to him. Chuckling softly at the reassurance she offered him, as if he was worried, he listened as she explained herself. “Naomi,” As the bartender poured their shots, he took both of them, holding them as he spoke. “Here is what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna stop with the bullshit negative self talk. You’re gonna take this shot and then you’re going to relax your shoulders.” Finally, he handed it to her, clinking his shot glass with hers before he threw his back and placed it back down on the bar. His hand then slid around her waist, pulling her slightly closer to him. “You can trust me, okay? No one’s gonna see through it. They’ll just think you’re nervous introducing your new man at a gigantic family event. And if you’re about to say something dumb, I’ll just kiss you before you can.” He smiled, waiting till she realised he was kidding. Well, mostly. 

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"Right? How insane is that?" Naomi agreed with a light laugh, fully enjoying herself. If he'd wanted her to leave, normally the woman was good at picking up on those clues and she wasn't getting a single one from him. Finishing off her beer, she pushed the empty bottle away from her with a sheepish look. "I would have, trust me, but it had been a while...like a while and sometimes you just have to put all those red flags aside and just have a good time, right?"

@mcrlinn cont. from here.

Ben never had an issue entertaining stragglers at the bar. He was good at swaying them out the door after years of doing it when it came time but this? Right now? He was the one who didn't really want to stop this conversation. Leaning arms in a bit closer along the bar he listened to the brunettes story and grimaced as she went on. 'Whoa hold on, he asked you over so YOU could cook the date meal? Woof.' Laughing a bit. Some people really had the audacity. 'Please tell me you left immediately.'

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Naomi could already feel herself getting excited, pussy clenching as she put the two bottles onto the counter, knowing she was in for a rowdy night either way, but she was determined to make the bigger bottle fit...no matter what they had to do. Leaning against the counter, Naomi inched herself closer to Nic, pushing herself back against him as she waited for the transaction to finish. As soon as they were rung up, she smirked at the cashier and took hold of both bottles, not needing a bag, as she turned toward the door. "Thank you!" She grinned at the worker, even though the grin was tied more toward what was about to happen instead of their help.

Kissing her cheek, Nic didn't mind that Naomi grabbed a back up bottle just in case she couldn't handle her first choice. This was supposed to be fun and watching her cunt suck up the bottle would be hot no matter which one he ended up pushing inside of her at the end of the night. "Then lets go." Removing his hold on Naomi after steering her towards the registers, Nic started to dig in his pocket for his wallet, already digging out his card before the cashier even finished ringing them up.

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She knew from the outside looking in that they were just a cute couple picking out a bottle of wine for the night, no idea what kind of depravity they were getting into later and as he asked if there was anything else, Naomi hesitated before reaching out for one of the smaller bottles of champagne...just in case. She could already think of a few uses for it. Giggling softly at his touch, Naomi tucked the bottles between her arms and turned to face him with a smile, a mischievous and lust filled flint in her eyes. "I think we're good."

She was a smart girl and Nic knew that she understood perfectly just what was going to happen to her that night. He wasn't sure how much of it she'd been in a shape to remember by the next morning, but that was fine since Nic planned on taking plenty of pictures of her, and maybe some personal video. "If that's what you want, it's what you get." Nic said with false generosity, kissing her cheek in a way that the casual observer would take as a man spoiling his girlfriend. They wouldn't realize that Naomi was really picking her sex toy of the night, or that Nic planned on leaving her sore and whining by the end of the night. "Anything else you want to get?" He asked as he squeezed her ass before stepping away.

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Naomi wasn't sure if the man was talking to her, not wanting to assume but figured since he was still staring at her ( maybe...it was hard to tell with the sunglasses ) that she was the person who owned the car he'd thought about hitting. "Well, if the only other option was you hitting my car, I'm definitely happy too." She smirked, turning her full attention to him. Even though she couldn't see his entire face, what she could see was pretty cute and weren't there a million romantic comedies that started in grocery stores?

“I was in the parking lot, and I considered giving your car a love tap, so I had an excuse to leave you my number, so…’ Dillon trailed off for a few seconds, the fluorescent light of the supermarket reflecting brightly off his sunglasses (which were still on inside the building). "I’m really happy that I’m bumping into you in the cereal aisle, so that I don’t have to do… all of that.”

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"I hear you Frank, I do. You're doing better...I just, I'm worried about you, that's all." Naomi couldn't help it. She'd always had a soft spot for Frank ever since she did a brief stint of watching Arizona. Checking up on him just came naturally.

@tooswcctx liked this for a one liner or two (probably lyrics) character: frank hamilton. 47. really, really needs a hug. will take a punch too if that's what it takes to have a human around him. he has a dog now i think.

"oh, you know. i'm still out here with the pills and the dogs. if you need me, dear, i'm the same as i was. It's all okay, there ain't a drop of bad blood."

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Naomi knew it wasn't just a question of what she wanted to drink, oh no. No, this bottle would serve multiple purposes and she had to choose wisely. Reaching out for one wine in particular, Naomi admired the shape of it, the length, smirking as he came up behind her. "It looks good doesn't it?" She mused, holding it in one hand to feel the heft of it before holding it against herself as though measuring something, a heat pulsing through her as she did. "I definitely think this is the one, I've always loved a red." As if the contents of the bottle itself really made that much of a difference.

open to: f/nb - any connection 18+. Taboo encouraged

inspo: Found here and here.

muse: Nicolas (p. pascal fc, divorced, father of a toddler, burned by his past relationship and strict with his new lovers)

Looking around at the shelves of liquor all dressed up in fancy, decorative bottles, Nic cast another glance at his lover further down the aisle. "Pick whatever you want." Nic called out as he walked up behind them, hands settling on their hips as he looked over their shoulder. It was a decent size, shockingly tall, and Nic's hand slid around to cup their ass. "We can open it up later on tonight after dinner."