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"Connor." Xander sucked in his teeth, before letting out a sigh. "No, you remembered exactly right. I should have figured he was up to something, he's been looking outside like...every twenty minutes. But considering he's fully with my sister, I sincerely doubt you're here like...with him." Xander stood up and took the cake with him so he could put it away, looking at her before turning his head to look at the distance between them and the front door. "Look, just stay here. Please? I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." Xander headed out of the sitting room and to the other side of the house, dodging partygoers to find his friend and get a proper explanation. It didn't take long, thankfully, as he was sulking outside. Whatever reason why, Xander wasn't sure, but it didn't take too long to get a proper explanation out of him: a call girl. For his birthday. Because he "needed to get laid". Xander swore, feeling even worse for the girl who had come to a stranger's house in this way, probably nervous and embarrassed that she had been approached by someone who didn't even know of her existence. Still with the cake in his hand, Xander promised his friend he'd ream him out later, and made a split decision to grab two forks from his parent's kitchen, using the long way to go back around to the formal sitting room. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw the girl, and he sat down, placing the cake back on the table. "So," he began, taking the lid off the cake. "I want to apologize. Because you were lead here under false pretenses. Connor...well he's a bit off the cuff. I had no idea you were going to be here, and I won't force you into doing anything." He carved off a bite of the cake with his fork, swallowing it in one bite. "Whatever he paid you, I'll double it to compensate. And..." He held out the unused fork towards her. "You still need to tell me your name."

Scarlett's head was swirling when he reached out to grab her wrist and pull her back to face him. An half-unwelcome gesture, to be sure. She had no idea what was happening and if she was truly being honest with herself, she didn't even want to do this anymore. It was clear he had no idea why she was even here in the first place. And she hardly had the chance to protest being dragged into the house, but there truly was no use because she had little strength to fight back against someone as tall and fit as he was. While she was being guided through the house, the blonde couldn't help but to notice a rather decently-sized gathering for what she could only assume was his birthday party. Then, they stumbled upon a more quiet room in the house, away from everyone and everything else. In that moment, Scarlett instantly knew why she was being hidden. He had somehow figured out why she was there. She felt sick to her stomach and was silently praying he would just let her leave so that she didn't have to continue feeling so fucking embarrassed. Though, the still unnamed male kept going and it felt like she didn't have much of a choice of whether she could sit down or just leave. "Okay," she said, albeit quietly, as she took a seat on the couch. At least she had a name now so that she didn't have to keep guessing what it could be. "I don't... I don't know. Connor or something? I don't really remember, I'm sorry."

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He was torturing her. That was the only way she could describe it. Some kind of sexual game that they had yet to play, that he had yet to let her know about. Sitting on his cock for two hours? Sure, she could do that any day. A constant stimulation against her clit without being able to cum? Maybe for a few minutes, but not the full two hours that he was all but forcing her to do. Her rigidity and defiance had lasted all but 20 minutes, and she spent the last hour and 40 minutes that the movie had gone on whimpering, clenching around him in some futile attempt to shy herself away from the constant pleasure and stimulation. It almost hurt. For all she knew, she had cum ages ago, simply unable to feel anything but a tight numbness. She was done playing around, she needed something. She had to risk whatever punishment he was sure to enact. So, with a renewed sense of defiance, Carter once again locked eyes with Jamie, tears in her eyes, before she adjusted herself on his lap. That, plus the continuous stimulation of the toy, was all she needed. Her body reacted without her even needing to try, and she let out a relieved sob as her release spilled out, flowing over Jamie's cock and leaking out onto her thighs, her eyes now squeezed shut.

As time went on and more of the movie played, Jamie could sense Carter on the brink of losing it. What with the way her slick walls began to constrict around his cock and her arousal dripping down his length, despite him warning her that she wasn't allowed to cum until the movie was over. He had a feeling she wasn't going to listen to him — not like she did much of that, anyway. Her favorite pastime was going over his head, mouthing off to him, and downright being a pain in his ass. It was just the way their dynamic was and it probably wasn't going to change anytime soon. "Don't fucking cum, Carter. Don't you fucking dare," Jamie warned for a last and final time, his jaw tightening in anger.

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"Booking?" The word echoed around the front entrance of his family's home, Xander's brow wrinkled in confusion. He well and truly had no idea what this girl was talking about, but he wasn't about to let her get away. Things were just getting interesting. "Hold on," he said, reaching out for her wrist to pull her back. "How about you give me this," he said, reaching out to gently pry the cake away from her hands. "Come with me," he said, leading her away from the front entrance of the house and off to the left of the main staircase. On the right was the area where everyone was partying, and while he figured things out Xander wanted to keep this girl as far away from them as possible. They didn't need to know about her just yet. On the left, however, was his mother's sitting room, one of those 'we don't let people sit in here' rooms. He was sure this one time she would take exception. "Why don't you sit down," he said, gesturing to one of the couches. Once she did, he held the cake up to inspect it, before he sat it down on the chair opposite her, putting the cake on the coffee table. "So if you don't know Charlotte, then I'm assuming someone else asked you to come here. Do you know who? Did they give you their name? Did you give them your name? I'm assuming you have one. Mine's Xander Kinsley, nice to meet you." His mother always teased him about his rambling, but now it was really coming into light. He paused taking a deep breath, shaking his head. "Sorry. Sometimes I tend to babble. Plus I've had a little to drink."

Scarlett really wasn’t sure what she was expecting when the door opened. But she definitely didn’t expect to see the tallest, most gorgeous man she’d seen in a while on the other side. He was even prettier in person than in the pictures she was shown by the person who booked it. She looked up to meet his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, she wondered how she would even be able to take him, considering her super petite frame. But the moment was gone and Scarlett’s expression dropped the second the unnamed male spoke. She was completely confused by the nonchalance, too. Did she have the wrong house or something? No, that couldn’t be it. She confirmed this exact location with the people who set up the booking about three times. Was this all some sick joke or prank? It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, that was for sure. Plenty of times, men would try booking her services, promise to pay, then they would take advantage of her and end up giving her nothing when it was all said and done with. “Your sister?” She questioned, her face flushed with pure embarrassment. “I don’t even know your sister. I was supposed to be here for a… Booking, of sorts. But I must have the wrong house, I’m sorry.” With that, the blonde was already turning around on her heel and beginning to walk away.

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"You wanna film it?" Giovanna let out a soft laugh. She leaned up slightly, sliding her fingers across his hips and up his stomach towards his chest, though she couldn't reach much higher than that. "What, are the videos I send you already not enough?" She was teasing, of course, and she happily lowered herself back onto her knees, holding her hand out expectantly. "Do you want me to set up the phone to start recording?"

open to: anyone! ( m / f / nb, etc. ) muse: gabriel "gabe" bautista. 25. he/him. bisexual. nfl player for the cincinnati bengals. portrayed by andrei iosivas. connection/plot: current partner, current fwb, an ex, situationship, fling, or up to player! gabriel is trying to convince y/m to film themselves having s.ex.

"We should film this," he suggested, a grin taking over his features. Fingers slid underneath the other's chin, directing them to look up at him from their place on their knees. "It'd be fun, don't you think? Something to look back on whenever we can't see each other and need something to get off to."

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Xander should have known that it would be no ordinary birthday when his family didn't start planning the usual option to have a trip away. Each kid got to decide what they wanted to do for their birthday every year and for Xander, that usually meant travel, either alone or with his siblings. His sisters usually opted for parties or "experiences" (Cadence's private movie theatre birthday was a personal favorite), and his younger brother always just wanted cake and a new big ticket item. But the moment that his siblings didn't even bring up the usual trip plans, he should have suspected something was up. A surprise party was no big deal, in fact he was feeling rather special that his family managed to throw something together, but it felt almost...too good to be true. Conner, his best friend/pseudo cousin had been smirking all night, checking his phone in between drinks and occasionally poking his head out the door. He had to be up to something, Xander just couldn't figure out what. It was about midway through the evening, and Xander had been walking past the front door on his way to get another drink when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" He called out, unlocking the front door and pulling it open. He was very surprised to find a pretty girl standing on his front porch, cake in hand, obviously very overwhelmed. Curious, Xander titled his head. He knew it was a surprise, but he had known almost every person that had crossed the thresh hold this evening. This girl, though...he had never seen her before. "Hi," he said, unable to come up with much else as he looked over his shoulder, wondering if someone who knew this girl was right around the corner, knowing of her arrival, before turning back to face her. "Did...did my sister invite you? Did she not tell you we have cake? Or did she ask you to bring that for herself?" Xander rolled his eyes, though he was smiling. "I swear, can't even let me have my own moment on my birthday." He stepped aside, gesturing for the girl to come inside. "I can tell her you're here. What's your name?"

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It was supposed to be her day off. She was supposed to be doing absolutely nothing, except for sleeping and hanging out with her cat while she watched movies and ordered food delivery. But instead, Scarlett was on her way to a booking where the client was willing to pay triple for her services just for the birthday boy in question. The friends said they had set him up with her as a birthday surprise; she thought it was fucking comical and yet weird all at the same time, but she didn’t question it. For the price they were willing to pay, she couldn’t turn it down. Not when she had bills to pay and rent due soon. After Scarlett’s Uber driver dropped her off at the location, she couldn’t help but to immediately be in awe. She hadn’t ever seen a house so grand and luxurious before in her entire life. It was no wonder these people were willing to pay her so much. She almost had half a mind to turn right back around and walk back home in fear of what was lurking on the other side of the door, but her conscience kept telling her to shut the fuck up and do it because of how much she was being paid. Heaving a deep sigh, the blonde’s heels clicked against the pavement as she walked up the long driveway, a stupid store-bought birthday cake in hand, until she reached the massive front door. She then pressed the doorbell and anxiously awaited to be greeted by her client for the night.

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Carter glared at Jamie as he denied her movement, and not only that but being able to watch the movie as well. She let out a frustrated grunt, trying to find a place behind him that she could fixate on so that she didn't have to stare at his smug face for two hours. She had finally found a random piece of art on his wall that reflected the screen, so at the very least she could watch over his shoulder, when she heard a distinctive buzzing sound. Carter tensed, though she tried not to let her curiosity (and mild fear) show on her face; he could still see her face. However, when he all but ripped her nice dress over her head, the sparkly fabric disappearing into the room, she couldn't help the excitement and nerves that sparked in her lower stomach. And as much as she would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had one over on her, Carter couldn't help the almost knee-jerk jump that hit her when she felt Jamie touch he vibrator against her skin. She took a deep breath, jaw set and face tight as she simply stared over his shoulder, determined not to show how affected she was by the gesture.

“Will you stop fucking moving? Damn,” Jamie spat, his hands once again secured on her hips, fingers digging into her skin to force her to stop since clearly had no intentions of listening to him. “No, you can’t. Your punishment for being annoying and irritating the hell out of me is having to sit there and look at me. Or wherever else you want to look, I don’t give a fuck where.” Shrugging, he finally moved his hands away from Carter’s waist, then reaching over into the end table next to the couch where he knew he had a couple things stashed for pleasure. He pulled open the drawer and blindly searched for the vibrator that he had on hand, and when his fingers came in contact with the silicone, he quickly grabbed it and instantly switched it on to the highest setting. Another form of punishment. Then making quick work of pulling Carter’s dress over her head and discarding it somewhere on the floor, Jamie lowered the toy directly to her clit where he knew she needed him the most. Her sudden reaction to it didn’t even make him flinch, not even paying attention to her whatsoever, not even saying a single word. Instead, all of his focus was on the movie playing on the TV screen across the room.

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me: i need to take things slow to ease back into things, i need to pace myself goblin brain: two new muses you said me: yes, two new muses

Anyway please meet my two new muses

Xander Kinsley, professional Himbo, portrayed by Joe Burrow

Giovanna Bennett, fitness influencer, portrayed by Madison Pettis

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(#140 GIFS OF MADISON PETTIS in DELTOPIA 2023 )

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Carter had to almost physically bite down on her tongue to prevent the comeback that was desperate to work its way out of her mouth from spitting out. Despite how much she needled Jamie for fun, she knew when to keep herself in check to get what she wanted out of their situation. It never took long for Jamie to take over, but she was at least successful in initiating contact. It was what she wanted as soon as she rocked up to his house, figuring that if he messaged her, that's what he wanted. So she put on her best dress (at least, in her opinion, her most fuckable) and headed over. It wasn't working out quite like she imagined, but at least she was getting somewhere. Even if it meant having to deal with not getting fucked right away. But she would get there. Probably. Hopefully. Carter shuddered once more as she was lowered onto Jamie's cock, relishing in the feeling that only he could provide her. "Fine," she said, folding her arms across her chest as she stared down between them, before looking up above them. Still, she couldn't help herself from adjusting herself in his lap slightly, hoping to sway him into moving her himself. "Can I at least be turned around so that I can watch too? And don't have to stare at the ceiling for two and a half hours?"

"Keep talking and you won't get anything at all. I'm tired of listening to your annoying ass voice," Jamie mumbled, voice full of irritation. It didn't help that Carter was trying to make it sound like not being fucked was no big deal, that she was perfectly content with going along with whatever he wanted. But Jamie knew it was all a façade, and she wouldn't last much longer before she'd already be begging on her hands and knees for him to fuck her, to throw her around the room and manhandle her the only way he knew how to. "Don't fuckin' complain about not getting fucked, then, when you've been sitting here for too long with my cock inside of you." Rolling his eyes, Jamie said nothing more as his fingers made quick work of getting himself out of his pants and boxers, pushing them down just far enough for his cock to spring free. He let out a quiet hiss, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he lifted Carter just slightly, then lowered her down onto his cock until he fully bottomed out. "Now, sit there and keep your mouth shut while I watch this movie. You're not allowed to cum until it's over, either. Understood?" The command rolled off the tip of Jamie's tongue as he reached for the remote again, putting on a random movie that he didn't really care for.

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"Need I remind you, you invited me here. Clearly you were thinking about me in some way." Why, she wasn't quite sure, but she wasn't going to look too deeply into it. Especially not now, when he was looking at her the way he was, his gaze piercing into hers and warming her entire body. "I did," she said, the answer simple as she shrugged. It didn't seem to matter, anyway, because it was clear to both of them that she was going to get what she wanted in some capacity. She didn't know how, but it was always fun to discover. A shiver took over her body as he moved her against him, her eyes lidded as she smiled at him. "That's right," she said, never one to shy away from what she wanted. "What's that goldilocks phrase? It fits just right." Carter studied her nails. "You don't even have to fuck me, if you suddenly don't think I deserve it. But you can't deny it wouldn't feel good to have your cock nice and snug and warm inside me."

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I supposed to feel sorry for you?” Jamie had no intentions of doing anything tonight simply because he wasn’t in the mood for it, but Carter was already climbing into his lap to straddle him and right then, he knew what her intentions were. She didn’t have to say it for him to know. He was so tempted to reach out and touch her, but he fought with himself to stay exactly put with his arms still folded across his chest. “Who said you even deserve to be fucked, Carter?” He chuckled, but it quickly turned dark when he finally gave in to those earlier temptations to settle his hands on Carter’s hips, forcing her to grind down against his semi-hard cock that was quickly taking form. “Nothing but a dumb, little cockslut for me, aren’t you? Fuckin’ look at you, you can’t even function without my cock being inside of you in some capacity.”

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"Jesus Christ, kick me when I'm fucking down." Still, Carter was not deterred. She would get what she wanted, even if what he said hurt her feelings a little bit. But she would never admit that to him out loud. "I want to be fucked, obviously." The blunt statement, coupled with Jamie's position on the couch, spurred Carter to move closer to him, sliding easily on his lap. She looked back over her shoulder at the streaming screen, dull choices standing out to her, as if hatching the idea for her. "Or better yet, let me just feel you." She made a hesitant reach towards his waistband. "Let me feel your cock while we watch the movie."

"Then, stop fucking talking. I don't even wanna hear you speaking, anyway. Hence the watching the movie shit," Jamie rolled his eyes. He carelessly tossed the remote onto the coffee table, then fully leaned back against the couch — arms folded over his chest in a display of annoyance, thighs parted in a manspread. He finally decided to make eye contact with Carter, if only for a fleeting moment. "What the hell do you want from me, Carter? I'm not in the mood for your shit right now."

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"No, I'm not saying that." She let out a frustrated sigh. Being vulnerable, especially for Jamie, was not ideal for Carter. But even with all their bickering and growing frustration with one another, it was like she was drawn to him, seeking him out in the weird emotional space she was in. The season ending was bittersweet, because it meant going back to a life without a constant schedule, constant companionship. and seeing Jamie week after week. Even if they kept a far distance from each other. "I'm saying like...this isn't us, you know?" She gestured between them and the television. "We don't do this. Half the time we barely talk." Her lips formed a pout, and she leaned towards him suggestively, trying to get his gaze.to shift to her. "Come on, you know we both can't deny it."

It wasn't normal for Jamie to invite anyone over late at night if he wasn't serious with them. Let alone, to be inviting Carter over for the night, of all people. But if he was being honest with himself, he was a little lonely tonight and wanted someone's company. She just happened to be first at the top of the list, despite their growing hatred for each other when he stopped working with her mid-football season. He'd had enough of Carter being too hard to work with, nevermind the fact that things were starting to get a little too risky and personal between them. Running away was the only thing Jamie knew how to do when things were starting to get serious with whoever he was fucking with. He didn't even know why he wanted to do something as simple as watch a movie with her, but he wasn't really questioning why. Until she snapped him out of his daze from searching through the endless list of movies to choose from. Jamie shrugged, not even making eye contact with Carter, "If you're bored, then you can leave. I'm not gonna beg you to stay."

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It was starting to get weird. Sure, Carter hadn't expected Jamie to invite her over out of the blue and sure, she hadn't expected herself to accept the invite. And yet, here she was, sitting on his couch, trying not to scream at the fact that they were doing something so normal, picking out a movie to watch. Thankfully, though, she had a little bit of decorum, and rather than scream she put her hand firmly on his, covering the remote while he was searching for something for them to watch. "Okay, I can't do this. You gotta give me something, I'm not gonna sit here and do something so mundane with you. I might bore myself to death. You gotta touch me or something."

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"Or, we could do literally anything else," she said, with a wide smile. Obviously, she wanted to be supportive, but most sports documentaries put her to sleep. Hell, most regular documentaries put her to sleep. "Well that's a ridiculous comparison, because you're my favorite player on any sports team no matter what. I don't even know other people's names." Angie looked around the crowd, trying to curl a little bit inward on herself as she spotted someone a few rows down with a Critics shirt. "How long does it take?"

⸻ "okay . . . we need to watch the documentary on netflix when we get home," theo noted, making a mental reminder to himself to pull it up once they're comfortable back in the house. it would probably do way better at getting her to understand than he ever could. plus . . . maybe it was an excuse for him to watch said documentary all over again. "it's like choosing a favorite player on a favorite team in sports, babe. you choose your favorite racer and cheer for them. i - well, i don't really know why it's fancier. i didn't come up with this stuff."