open starter for ladies 21+
connection: fwb, gf, etc.
plot idea: it's a toxic relationship full of gaslights and lies your muse continues to fall for

"Babe I told you, stop listening to your friends trying to put ideas in that pretty head of yours. You're the only person I'm seeing right now." Beaux argued annoyed that yet again her friends were trying to start shit that didn't involve them. While they might be onto something he knew there was no real proof, he was smart about his cheating. "So what you wanna spend tonight arguing? Go through my phone? When we could be having a fun night together instead. What because your friend has a bad feeling? You ever think she's jealous of you? But hey if you wanna be crazy go ahead. Instead of just enjoying what we have, because if I wanted someone else I would be somewhere else huh? Ever think about that?"

An annoyed scoff escaped Winnie as she looked at beaux, eyes narrowed at him. This wasn’t the first time they had this talk and he was right, it was almost always because one of her friends said something. But that didn’t mean she didn’t also thought about it on her own at times. “Right now, but what about before? Like, a few weeks ago? Because she swore she saw you with a blonde,” she said as her smacked her lips. Winnie did go through his socials, looking at who liked what and seeing if there could be something there. “Of course she’s jealous of me.” It wasn’t said in a mean way, Winnie was jealous of some things about her friends. But she had to be real, some of her friends had more to be jealous of. “But that has like, nothing to do with you or this.” Beaux’s next words did made sense, sort of. He was with her and no one else, at leas tin an official way. That didn’t mean he couldn’t be cheating. “Would you let me? Go through your phone? Or are you just thinking I’d stop arguing because you said that?”

luke let out a small sigh as his ex continued to speak about how difficult this was for their son. he never imagined that things would end up this way when they had him and the last thing he wanted was to see him upset or hurt. but this was life and their new normal. it was a transition for everyone but of course he would always prioritize his son just as she would.

so now he found himself sitting across from aurora at the table where they used to have dinner every night as a family. it felt strange to be there again, in the house that they once shared. he hadn't been inside since the separation as he opted to give her the house. "so, where will you go when it's not your week?" luke questioned before offering to set her up somewhere. "you know i could always set you up in a penthouse or an apartment. whatever you prefer." they weren't together but she was the mother of his child so of course he'd do his best to take care of her. also, money was never a worry of his or theirs.

They both wanted what was best for their son and that was the one thing that got her through it all. At the end of the day, they still wanted at least one thing that was still the same, that remained unchanged. Luke hadn’t made this difficult, it was quite the opposite actually and it was one less headache. And one thing that made Aurora miss him. And now, sitting at the kitchen table they used to share, it only put forth everything she had lost.

“I can’t let you pay for everything,” she said with a soft sigh. Not that she thought he minded or would even notice it in his bank account but if they were really doing this, really getting separated, there had to eventually be a line drawn. “I could rent something. Would just be me so it doesn’t need to be big or fancy.” Aurora felt bad refusing his offer, knowing it came from a good place. She hoped that Luke would not take it personal because it wasn’t about him. It was already hard enough living in the house were almost all of their memories as a family had been made and now they were discussing having them share the house during different weeks, meaning Luke would be present in every room even when he wasn’t there. More than he currently was, Aurora wouldn’t be able to erase him every weeks. “If we do this we’d need to put down some ground rules but I think it could really help him. It’s worth trying, right?”

Chance grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "If they're talkin' about evictin' you, I say let 'em try," he challenged, propping himself up on one elbow, his hair falling messily across his forehead. "I'd just have to show up at the tenant meeting and explain in real specific detail exactly what made you moan my name like that earlier. Hell, I might even bring visual aids," he continued, grin widening. "Pretty sure I could put together a whole PowerPoint presentation. 'Exhibit A: Why Logan Deserves to Keep His Apartment Despite the Noise Complaints.'"

Saying that Logan had been moaning Chance’s name earlier was an understatement. It had been loud, he was certain of it. Chance was the only one who could get him in such a state, which was why he was more than happy to piss off his neighbours. “Mmm, if you plan on doing that maybe we should practice first,” he said with a wicked grin. “Be sure you’re fully prepare for that powerpoint.” Anything to keep Chance in his bed. “Why do I deserve to keep my apartment?” he asked as his lips brushed Chance’s collarbone.

If she kept moving herself against him like this there was no chance of Orson lasting very long. "I know babe but we don't want an audience do we? Unless you're into that kind of thing." He smirked knowing his publicist would hate it yet how could he turn Avery down right now? A strained groan came from the back of his throat pressing his face into her neck as his fingers pushed into her now. "When have I ever let you down babe come on?" He whined started get even more needy. "Just let me get my dick wet right now okay? Nobody here can fuck you as good as I can. Let me give you a little reminder right now."

“No, we don’t want one,” she said bitting her lip. “Unless you want everyone to know just how good you can fuck me.” She knew they wouldn’t go that far, that they wouldn’t do anything to get caught and she wouldn’t want Orson to get in trouble. But the thought was only making her more turned on. His fingers pushed into her and she almost lost it, her hips rolling, craving his touch. Slowly moving on his hand, her own moved to his pants, working to undo them. “You’re right, I do need a little reminder. Maybe I’ve forgotten how you’re the only one here who can truly fuck me.” Avery had not forgotten it and she did everything she could to remind him or how good he had it with her. Everything about tonight had been designed to do exactly that, from the way she dressed to the way she had moved on that dance floor. “Fuck me right here, right now babe. I need you so fucking bad.”

"Oh so that's your plan? To just sit here and tease me without mercy?" Hunter teased as he teasingly pushed his thumbs into her hips. "How brutal of you Val. And here I thought I had such a loving a girlfriend who would take care of me even if we might get caught." He sighed dramatically laying his head back as if he felt defeated. "You know it's really not fair of you to look so fucking gorgeous and tease me. Pick a lane babe." He joked, rolling his eyes before leaning in to kiss her again. "You're definitely not going anywhere right now. But if you wanna be a little risky and really feel how much you turn me on, go for it."

“If I do that you’ll be in a hurry to take my home.”Her hips were very slowly moving on him, feeling his hardening cock and a soft sigh, one filled with lust, escaped Valentina. It was impossible for her to ignore how turned on she was getting. If she was honest, she had been even before she sat on her boyfriend. She had looked at him across the place and she needed to feel him, right now. She was a little bit drunk and feeling very happy and light, not feeling any worries for anything. “I think it’s really fair. You’re the one looking that sexy and fuckable,” she said with a giggle. Hunter’s words were making their way through her brain as she actually considered how they could get away with it. Val was wearing a dress, which allowed for easy access and her panties could easily be pushed to the side. “Baby, it’s either right here, right now, or you’re dragging me to the closest bathroom because I need you right now.” Her panties were getting wet. Val was afraid of being caught but the idea of at least letting Hunter enter her right now, even if just for a minute, was overwhelming.

muse: amir aali (they/he), early 40s, panromantic pansexual, videographer & paranormal investigator of the mystery inc. crew

          "you’re getting blood on the carpet." amir didn’t do emotional check-ins, not directly. they just insulted your bleeding habits and hoped you understood that meant 'please don’t die on my floor'. "that rug’s vintage. be hurt, but be respectful."

“Are you serious right now?” Of course, they were, Anike had no doubts about that but now wasn’t the time. It wasn’t like she was enjoying this, like this was the best moment of her life. She was bleeding, profusely, maybe to her death. Well, the death part might be a tad dramatic considering she was able to rationalize it. “Is this better,” she said as she moved aside. “Now can we take care of this and worry about the floor later?”

drew’s heart moderately races as she watches millie’s gaze fall so intently between her legs. not that drew’s shy or self conscious about her own body, she really isn’t. it’s the novelty in millie’s reactions, both endearing but so genuine, not concerned at how she verbalizes her awe with the situation. it’s very different to any sex drew’s had, where, though she hadn’t been necessarily made to feel awkward about it, there’d been no active attempt in appreciating her. not like millie is so thoroughly doing, make sure with every step that drew knows how much she’s desired. it fills her whole body with more lust, sends shivers down her spine and a rush of sensations to the spot millie so desperately wants to taste. “that’s okay, do that.” nods reassuringly, feeling her clit pulse for attention. pays close attention to millie’s delicate features as they slowly disappear under her pussy, and her breath hitches in expectation. “hoooly fuck,” breathes out at the initial contact, the warmth of millie’s tongue feeling like everything she’s been missing. the beginning of repetition has drew letting out a quiet little whimper, just as her fingers try to dig into the bed. notices millie’s own hand obeying her previous request and drew doesn’t even try to hide the cocky smile that grows on her face. “d’you like that, baby?” purrs, free hand choosing to move towards millie’s face, pushing aside a strand of hair. “you like feeling yourself so fucking wet from eating my pussy?” doesn’t care about the crude vocabulary, whatever curtain of maintaining appearances dropping completely. it’s not like she wants to go back to ‘being just friends’. if millie never wanted this again, sure, she’d settle for being just her friend. but drew has the sudden awareness that she might never shake away how good it feels to fuck millie.

The few guys who had gone down on her never seemed to enjoy it as much as she was right now, never seem to think she tasted good. But Drew tasted heavenly and Millie had no idea why she didn’t eat her best friend before. It felt almost ridiculous how much it turned her on to touch Drew, to eat her out like this. It definitely was not something she had felt when she blew a guy, doing it to go through the motion. But this? Millie wanted her friend to come again, wanted to taste the cum and make her a trembling soaked mess with her mouth. And the more she wanted it the more she was desperate to also be touched. She could feel the way Drew’s arousal was coating her mouth and chin, something that made Millie suck on her clit a little harder. “Mmm,” she answered against Drew, not wanting to leave the woman’s cunt. Her own fingers were working her clit fast and hard, more than she usually did and it all felt so fucking amazing, soft moans starting to leave and vibrate against’s Drew. Millie’s tongue played with the woman’s clit, circling it, rubbing it, her lips closing on it and sucking. It was hard to believe all of this was happening. Apparently, suggesting to watch that movie with her best friend had not been a mistake. Millie wasn’t thinking straight anymore, wasn’t wondering what this meant, if it was just sexual or something else. The woman was always so careful, always overanalyzing everything but not this time, not anymore. All she cared about was getting Drew off. “Do you need me to do something specific?” It was her first time doing this and she wanted to do it well and Millie was more than happy to take directions from Drew. Millie pushed two fingers inside her own cunt and cried out, rocking her hips on her hand.

"I'm busy--" She pouts softly, but her resolve is already wavering at the sound of Jasmine's voice. Her panties are soaked and she knows-- the other girl can feel it. Feel how half gone she constantly is around the brunette. Her legs spread slightly, makes more room for the other without her actually indenting to. "I-- how am I meant to read--" She gasps as Jasmine's fingers slip past the seat of her underwear and brush against her wet folds in deliberate exploration. Gin's cheeks are flame red, and her fingers tremble as she holds on desperately to the desk. She looks up to meet Jasmine's eyes with arousal in her gaze, and something akin to fear-- no nerves. "You've been teasing me for 3 chapters-- " She murmurs softly. "I don't think distracted quite covers it." Her ships shift up, desperate for a little more friction. She glances around, content that she's still managing to stifle the worst of her moans-- barely.

Gin was saying one thing with her words but her body was telling a whole different story. Not that her words were protesting either but Jasmine could feel how eager the other woman was for her touch, for some relief. “You made a mess of your panties, you know that?” God, she could be wicked and the smile she gave Gin was almost innocent. Jasmine laughed softly when her friend’s legs parted on their own, a silent invitation. It was enough for Jasmine to push a finger inside of Gin. “You’re so wet Gin.” Jasmine removed her finger and brought it to her lips, licking it as she looked Gin in the eyes. “God, you make me want to get under that table.” But she would have to settled for touching her with her hand, at least for now. Without speaking again, Jasmine’s moved her hand under the table, this time inserting two fingers into Gin while her thumb circled the woman’s clit. “Let’s see how silent you can be. If you do well, then I’ll let you finish.” Finish what exactly was up in the air, her words could be applied to Gin’s reading or the orgasm she clearly needed.

suddenly, millie oozes with much earned confidence, and drew finds she's not longer responsible for how turned on it makes her, how it pulls an almost pathetic little moan from her throat. watches every single one of millie's movements attentively, earger to see what comes next, a glimpse of pride beaming in her eyes. "you're a fast learner," comments, the smirk on her face painfully obvious. doesn't really mean it about a specific action, but more so about how millie's quickly come to herself in the situation; about how she's visibly comfortable and even more visibly interested in getting drew off. again. "go ahead." nods in encouragement, wiggling her hips slightly to aid millie in unclothing her. "take your panties off, too." drew's eyes scan millie's body. the sight makes drew's head spin, the idea that she's just felt her best friend's perfect pussy wrapped around her fingers, clenching at its climax, millie's body shaking without a thought. "you wanna eat me out? touch yourself while you do that," commands with conviction. can already imagine how pretty millicent will look, face burried between her legs, hips propped up to allow her hand space to move. the mere idea already has her feeling dizzy with lust again.

She had just felt the best orgasm of her life and yet, Millie wanted more. She could feel her body start to ache again, wanting to be touched and get off once more. Apparently, good orgasm made her greedy. The fact that she had been able to make Drew come was no stranger to any of it. How could she not want to try and do that more? The sounds that had come out of her best friend’s mouth had been sinful and she should have blushed at them but now she wanted to see if she could hear them again. The idea of tasting Drew had her getting wetter and her cunt was dripping from both her orgasm and her desire. She shrugged off her panties, not as self conscious as she had been before and her eyes were fixated on Drew’s glistering pussy. “Fuck that’s gorgeous,” she said as she stared at it. It was soaked and swollen from her previous touch. “You want me to touch myself?” Fuck that was hot, the way Drew didn’t leave place for Millie to question her, even if she did, mostly out of surprise. “Okay but I need to get the feel of you first,” she said as she lowered between the woman’s legs. If she started to rub her own clit right now, she wasn’t certain she could be any good at eating Drew and she wanted it to be good. Millie’s tongue darted out, licking Drew wet folds and she moaned against them. “Oh God.” Her tongue licked the whole of Drew’s folds and a shaking hand parted them so her tongue could enter her friend. “Shit Drew,” she said as her tongue lapped at Drew. Without realizing it, her hand moved to her clit at the same time as her lips closed around Drew’s.

Considering she didn't date very much Maya was shattered when the girl she was in love with broke up with her suddenly. Of course the only thing that could really make her feel better was her best friend Callie. Just having someone to listen to her outpouring of feelings was enough to help her start to feel better. Although she was a bit perplexed the next morning when she woke to Callie massaging her tits. At first she wanted to pull back mainly from confusion but instead she found it pleasing and relaxing. "Oh-oh okay," she stammered licking her lips unsure of where this was headed but it all felt too good for her to think about making Callie stop.

She was crossing a line, Callie knew that but she hadn’t been able to help herself. There had been some tension between them at times and Callie was certain her best friend had been as curious as she was about having sex together. Maya was probable one of the only women in her life she hadn’t tried anything with. Hearing Maya agree was enough for Callie to stop worrying about it and her mouth closed around her friend’s nipple, sucking on it while her other hand massage the other. Rebound sex always helped her and she wanted Maya to feel better, to forgot all about the woman who had broken her heart. Maya deserved to be worshiped and that was exactly what Callie planned on doing. Moving on top on Maya, she put her knee between her friend’s legs, pressing lightly on her core. “I’ll take care of you Maya, you deserve it.”