hedonism.

She found it entertaining when he gave into her playfulness - it happened often but it never failed to make her smile each time. Of course she was well aware on who he was speaking of from the start but that wouldn’t stay her from at least trying to mess with up. It’s what she did best - she liked to joke around. “You do love when I ride you, so yeah. I’m down for that. Now you’re going to picture that the entire time we are on this ride, so it’ll make the experience that much better for you.” She presented with a wink while stepping forward in the line, her arm tightening around him softly. “Yeah, yeah. I guess you do know me pretty well.” 

        THE LOW RYTHM OF THE MUSIC seemed to match the atmosphere around them almost perfectly, to the point where Ana began to slowly sway back and forth to the beat of the low bass. She arched a brow in amusement at the man’s equally taunting words, fitting into the little game she was playing with him. The two strangers at a bar, something so cliche and overrated and yet the brunette had seen it happen on many, many nights during her time working at the place. She couldn’t even keep count after the first month of how many people she saw getting it on either somewhere in the main room or within the dark corridors leading to the bathrooms - it seemed to be a joined deal. Alcohol and sex.

“And you think I’ll just agree?” Anastasia asked in amusement “Just say YES and take you to the backroom to have wild, mindblowing sex with you?” The brunette chuckled, arching a dark brow at Jackson as all the thoughts rushed through her head. The options, the possibilities. It wasn’t like she would actually be going home that night to have some wild fucking with her boyfriend, that hadn’t happened in months now and wouldn’t be happening any time soon probably. Not with how busy the man seemed to be with his own life, his own dreams and career. Ana didn’t mind at first, knowing he had to do what he always wanted, but it was different now. Different when he stopped caring about HER. “Do women really agree this quickly?”

Jackson knew he had a feeling that Anastasia was hooked. It was the bait she bit and all he needed was to reel her in – trap her, hook, line and sinker. Of course, again, she was not resisting the idea, nor was she saying a flat-out refusal to him. Sure, she might be playing the game of flirting with him as well, but Jack had a feeling that she was not really resisting the idea if she was flirting back, nor was she shutting him down. It was as if she was really mulling this over. At her question, Jackson cocked his head to one side, pursing his lips in amusement at her words as she asked him that. That was indeed a rather fun little question to ponder.

         ANASTASIA COULDN’T HELP the grin that took place on her lips when the man continued to charm and flirt with her the entire time, as if her telling him of the BOYFRIEND didn’t slow him down at all. The brunette wondered how many taken ladies he had already fucked in his career - but at the same time, a deeper, smaller part of her began to think just how nice it could be to get fucked by a stranger in the bar. No one would see them if she took him to the backroom - she was the only bartender for the next couple of hours so if they played things right her co-worker would come in just as she was hitting an orgasm. The bar wasn’t too busy either, a half an hour break was allowed.

“How many ladies did this line work on?” Anastasia laughed softly, placing a glass with a drink on the bar counter before the handsome stranger. She arched a dark brow when he spoke once more - this time asking about the possibilities of the two of them ending up together, the chances of it happening. They were slim, Anastasia would admit that - but not ZERO. “You wouldn’t be able to earn an hour with me.” The brunette replied with just as much tease and playfulness in her tone before shaking her head. Just to entertain the man though, she leaned against the bar counter once more and smirked “I guess a promise of a mindblowing fuck would be enough to get me to agree, if I wasn’t taken already.”

Again, Anastasia was grinning to herself, shaking her head in disbelief over what she was listening or experiencing. Of course, Jackson was one of those rare breeds of men who doesn’t really give a damn on what he would be doing, or with whom would he be doing it with. The ends justify the means, and he was a pleasure seeker, aside from a thrill seeker. Still, as much as she was laughing, shaking her head and looking at him in disbelief, Jackson did notice that she had not given him a definitive no, or a flat-out rejection. Telling him that she has a boyfriend was not going to stop him. Hell, even if she was married, he would not be deterred. She leaned on the counter, as Jackson took that as a subtle challenge for him to take on, as he too leaned on the counter.  

       THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT THAT MAN, that lured her in. Something about him that made her want to find out more, to spend more time with him, to talk, to find out how his touch felt like against her skin. The brunette didn’t know where the feelings were coming from, didn’t understand the sudden appeal to cheat on her boyfriend with the first man that walked through the front door of the bar. Did she really reach an ending point in her container of patience? Was it really all it took for her to think about infidelity - to see a handsome man who flirted with her?

“Really.” Anastasia replied, pouting playfully at the sigh and dramatic acting of the customer in front of her. She chuckled, shaking her head in amusement as a small smirk appeared on her lips “What kind of a drink would you like me to get you?” The young woman asked, as if to change the subject - but his words rang in her ears. Especially the comment about dark hair in his fist “From my experience - men who get too cocky and try to promise too much, usually end up lacking in bed.” Anastasia pointed out more as a tease than anything, enjoying the conversation they were leading “I’m Anastasia.” The brunette introduced herself “And for such smooth flirting, first drink’s on the house.”

Jackson wanted to be as cliché as it could be, but he was... different. “Well, I’ll have whatever the lady would suggest me drink at a bar, then. Certainly not a tall glass of water, and definitely not Sex On A Beach. Kinda cliché about that, wouldn’t you say?” Jackson grinned, the teasing lilt in his voice lingered for her to catch. He chuckled, nodded and raised his hands in mock surrender at the statement she puts out. “Yeah, I heard that a lot, and I get that a lot.” He replied lightly, chuckling at the female bartender. “But I haven’t heard anyone complain back before, so, I guess that’s that. But I can assure you, I match what I say with what I got.”

       GREEN EYES TOOK IN his expression as the man spoke, both of them starting to play a dangerous game. Anastasia had been at this bar for quite some time already, finding it the easiest job to do while also focusing on the classes she was taking at the City’s university. And she knew the type of men that came im. The frat boys wanting to show off before their friends, the couples coming in for a drink, the handsome & cocky bastards that just preyed for a lonely woman to hit on. And this seemed to be exactly the type of a thing she was witnessing before her very eyes, what Ana didn’t expect though - was for the man to turn his attention to her.

“No.” Anastasia shook her head in amusement, though didn’t move away from where she leaned against the counter. The brunette chuckled quietly, finding his bold & secretive words to be quite charming, but this was not the type of a woman she was. “I have a boyfriend.” She explained, trying to sound as carefree and neutral about the statement as possible. Trying not to let any bitterness and disappointment show through as she mentioned Ben, the boyfriend. The boring, stuck up man who seemed too busy with his lawyer internship to care about her in the slightest. Not to mention anything sex-related because their sex life was nonexistent at this point “You have a better chance hitting up the blonde.”

It seemed that she was a little bit taken aback at his attention towards her, as if the female bartender did not expect the attention and the lusting look to be directed at her, and that was all fine with Jackson. No one would expect what he would do, to be fair. When there was the easier path to glory and a more trickier path to go to, the man would usually take the path least taken. It would be rough and tricky to navigate, but he liked a little danger and a little bit of risk, unlike most. He was more surprised and more amused when the female bartender shook her head and told him the ‘dreaded’ B-word.

Mavis pulled at her sweater as she nodded, answering his question. “Umm, yeah. Sure.” She muttered in a soft tone as she walked into his home. “Do you want me to remove my shoes?” She asked as she looked up at the male. She always wanted to make sure to be kind to another when she was in their home. “Oh. I’m Mavis, by the way.” She said as she reached her hand out for him to shake it. “Thank you for this. I mean, I just moved into an apartment, so trying to buy a new couch is damn near impossible.” She said in a joking tone.

it’s difficult not to small when she receives all those compliments, specially by him. it’s been months since the first time victoria fantasized about his brother’s friend and now having him there, stripped down and all to herself, she couldn’t resist another minute before jumping to him and just sit in his lap, panties still on, left hand in his shoulder trying not to fall and right palm grabbing his meat without a bit of shame in her anatomy. “if you like my tits you can touch them,” she said firmly, eyes on him and naked breasts already pointing at jackson with hard nipples, “as long as you let me touch you…” slowly starts pumping his cock up and down, no matter how inaproppiate she may seem right now. 

* @latenightxtacos   //  starter

       “LET ME GUESS.” Anastasia couldn’t help the smirk that tugged upon her lips as she stepped in front of the new client sitting at the bar. She arched a brow, taking in the almost COCKY aura that seemed to be washing off of him “You’re here for an easy fuck.” The brunette grinned “And you want me to provide a whole lot of drinks to the UNLUCKY girl that will be your prey of the night.” She arched a brow, almost as if daring the handsome man to deny her words. Working as a bartender made it a lot easier to become a judge of a character of any client that walked in. Anastasia then nodded her head towards a pretty blonde that sat on the other end of the bar countertop “See that girl?” She leaned against the counter, elbows resting on the smooth surface as she leaned closer to the stranger - might as well make this evening a little bit more FUN, right? “She came in two hours ago, hadn’t stopped ordering fruity drinks, I think that’s her sixth.” Anastasia added, watching in amusement as the poor woman downed the entire glass in an almost one large sip - obviously needing to get drunk, let loose, maybe fuck a stranger. “What do you say?” The brunette turned her head to face the handsome man once more, green eyes sparkling playfully as their faces remained barely six inches apart in the new position. “Do you wanna swipe in and sweep her off of her feet?”

Jackson was a little amused at the statement. Sure, he was out for a good time and was ‘hunting for potentials’. He did not expect to be called out so soon by the bartender, of course. He had to grin and keep it, not really shy or embarrassed or sheepish about his intentions being called out. However, as much as she was good, she was only half-right in his intentions there. He kept the smirk present as he walked up to the bartender in question and took a seat at one of the stools there. The place itself was not that fancy. It was cool and had a rather simple yet pleasant atmosphere – despite the whole setting.

If he thought she wouldn’t take him up on his offer to gag on his cock in the bathroom, he was in for a surprise. Almost as big as the surprise she felt when he mentioned her career. She hadn’t told him that, but she figured he may have guessed it. All he had to was google her Instagram screen name and would have found her page. Still, that information didn’t bother her. Her sex life had nothing to do with her profession. “You really think I won’t do it? I can be prim and proper and still gag on your cock in public, love.” 

A huff fell from her lips as she took hold of his hand and, then began the relatively short walk to the bathroom. Without anybody noticing, she opened the bathroom and then motioned for him to follow her into the stalls. A person was there, but they didn’t seem to care that the couple had entered. After all, they weren’t the first people to fuck there. Together, they entered the first stall and once Rowan had locked it, she took him in his arms and kissed him unlike before. She practically pressed her body against him, urging him to touch and fondle whatever he wanted. 

Jackson was never against the idea of taking Rowan on in a public setting. It was a Tinder hookup after all, and that was grounds for something direct and straight to the point. Hence, why Jackson suggested Rowan to go to the restrooms for some quick fun before the whole real deal with them later on. Sure, he did know that she was a professor and a teacher by trade. It was easy enough to do and he did not even need to search for it. He knew. Oh, he absolutely knew. He smirked and said nothing at her words, knowing that she was already raring to go by the time she was here and he was here as well.

of course she smiles, not only when she sees him take off shirt but when hand reaches bulge, looking up innocently, unbottoning pants right away in case he decides to change his mind. “this wasn’t a bad idea after all,” eyebrows raised, still giggly because of the alcohol in her system, the blonde pulls jeans down and places hand over the fabric of his underwear, slightly rubbing meat expecting it to grow. “why aren’t you hard? you don’t like me?” she leans forward and big boobs hang closer, “i’m not hot enough for you?” voice turns to whispers as she gets closer and fingers slide under his boxers to only touch his tip.

Open to M, F, & NB || based on: [ x ] 6th bullet point.

Mavis was finally moving out on her own, she was beyond happy and was looking at things on Craigslist, trying to find some free or low priced things that fit her aesthetic before having to shell out some cash on some furniture. So when she saw a couch that she would damn near kill for, she quickly messaged the person asking where she needed to go.

Seeing as she was a small girl, she made sure to pack her key chain that had all self defense things on it. A taser, pepper spray, and a knife. She pulled up to the house, driving the moving van that she was completely empty from her moving the little amount of bedroom furniture she had. Walking up to the front door, she made sure to have a good grip on the key chain before she knocked on the door. She wasn’t expecting the person to be so good looking. She was totally expecting some man that looked like they were going to kidnap her and make her stay in his basement. “Um, I- um, contacted you about the couch.”

Sometimes, the last line of option would be the best kind of option and Jackson has had troubles selling off his old couch. Sure, it was quite an old couch, but rather than looking battered, bruised and good for wear and tear after quite a lot of action on the couch, Jackson bought a new one and wanted to sell off the old one. He tried every possible avenue he could find – family was quite nonexistent, friends did not want it, and some people that he reached out on legitimate trade-ins and at random swap-meets just did not want it either. So, he relied on Craigslist next. And he got a hit.

→ MUSE: julieta → OPEN TO:  males → CONNECTION: any taboo relationship

THE VISIT had been a mistake, but julieta had a feeling the ranting was not. somehow she felt for the man though she was closer to his significant other - so much so she could understand that he was UPSET over some of her behaviors. being the compassionate person that she was in her younger age, she knew she had to sit tight and just listen. perhaps that would make him feel better. “you know MAYBE you shouldn’t be with her.” it was sound enough advice. the two rarely got along, even had public fights that could be avoided if tempers didn’t flare whenever they were in the same room. but he had overshared when it came to their sex life. “uh, i don’t know what to say about the, you know, OTHER part.” pale cheeks flushed bright as she looked away from him. it almost felt wrong to be talking this way with him. like she was crossing lines. “don’t think we should talk about that — feels kinda wrong.” biting down on her lip, she looked AWAY. not wanting for him to pick up on that she really knew nothing about the topic.

Jackson was mostly in a ranty mood – although it was not really warranted or not. A man his position and personality should have known about her behaviour, and he was here talking about it to his girlfriend’s acquaintance, Julieta. Of course, it was not that hard to rant anyways, considering that Julieta was quite close to her. Jack sighed a little when she told him about how he shouldn’t be with her. “Yeah, sure. She might not get the hint if I don’t want to be with her anymore. She might not react too well about that.” Jack replied in a huff, knowing that as much as he did that sometimes, yes. Sometimes he just relied on cutting things off a little later.

↪ status: open to any, fellow surgeons, visitors, nurses, etc. ↪ muse: valerie lee, 38, surgeon. (gemma chan fc). ↪ plot: valerie’s had a stressful day in the hospital and needed some alone time to relieve that tension - she thought she locked the door.

Valerie had been laying in the on call room bed for ten minutes already, sleep was alluding her, as it often did when she was this stressed, and she just couldn’t shake the thoughts of what she really needed. Shifting her position, she reached for another one of the pillows nearby, placing it between her legs. Just the thought was making her feel better, and she hadn’t even truly got started. Her hips began to move against it, eyes falling closed as rocked, the sound of the gentle moan masking the clicking of the door opening behind her.