hiiii couldn't resist i added a muse with m.adison beer as the fc. she's a military brat who gets paid to make fun of cops. here's her bio + pinterest, if anyone would like a starter from nicky pls like this and I'll check out your wanted tag for inspo too <3

"i don't want another one." idle hands absentmindedly pick at a mosquito bite left behind on her tattooed thigh. dark brows furrow; fawn's failed to disguise the hurt. head tilts to the side like a confused puppy as her fingertip smudges the bead of blood oozing from the tiny wound scratched open. "— so... OR. not good enough for me. what's concerning you, exactly?" never knowing when to leave well enough alone, she presses on. "is it a money thing? 'cause i wasn't under the impression hangin' out with me was hurting your bottom line. y'know, business-wise. or are you talkin' to people about us? where's the concern coming from?"

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"i know." her voice is soft, absent of the usual bubbliness she's known for. as high energy as she is, jonah seems to be the only force on planet earth capable of grounding her. usually, he helps mellow her out. her brother's normally there to remind her she can and should think things through so she doesn't make stupid mistakes or act on some irrational, fleeting emotion. for the first time in her life, she was navigating something without the safety net of her brother's concern to catch her if she stumbles. he can't exactly feel concern over something he doesn't know exists in the first place. "it... it was a lot to fess up. a lot for you to walk into, too. i was just hoping to get my own place and get things back to normal between us before telling you. 'thought it could soften the blow." the ghost of half a smile tugs the corner of her mouth upwards. "hey! i am sweet. still a virgin too. but sweet little virgins have their own needs to think about too." for some reason, the thought of jonah believing her to possess so much naivete it seeps into her sexuality seems endearing to fawn. like he finds her too precious to be capable of conjuring up her own filthy cravings and depraved urges. like she was above the corruption and immorality common within their family. when, in reality, fawn and jonah seem to relate with each other better and better the more they catch on to their... adult similarities.

fawn's laughter rings clear throughout the room, shaking her head as he presents his lewd rationalizations. "silly me. so, so right. where would i be without a big brother like you to take care of me?" she does mean it, even with the taunting edge to her tone. although now, she also seems to say it with more carnal intentions. if they were going to alter their relationship forever, fawn would take this salacious, depraved twist over anything ever having to do with losing her brother. she would rather have him way too close for comfort than just out of reach. fawn would choose so in a heartbeat a million times over too. his approval of her body is music to her ears, of course it is. she finds any and all praise he showers her with delightful. fawn's not picky when it comes to basking in jonah's approval. their dad fucked off before fawn was even old enough to form memories of him, not fit to be a father or whatever their mother used to say. jonah’s the only male influence in her life she cares about. his words serve to soothe her distress and reassure her they're not really at risk of irreparably fucking up their bond as siblings. at least not in the traditional way siblings usually wreck their relationships. "-yeah? glad you like it." fawn's tongue laps at her bottom lip at the mention of her cunt throbbing. she nods enthusiastically, undeniably desperate for more attention as he zeros in on her reactivity. the way their immorality turns her on. she gazes at her older brother with stars in her eyes while he takes in her naked body for the first time. "god, jonah. please," fawn doesn't even understand just exactly what she's whining for. she just knows the stroke of his finger against the full fold of her cunt leaves her so hazy with desire that her hands immediately fly to the straps of the swimsuit top to pull her tits out. doesn't even take much for her perky breasts to pop into view, god knows the obscenely tiny material was always just one wrong move away from exposing those stiff, brown nipples. her body moves practically on autopilot to tease them. putting on a private little show for her older brother amidst this derailed livestream leaves fawn a little delirious with exhilaration. "wow. high praise coming from a guy who's a cow print-." the word hater dies on her tongue before she can even finish her silly little dig. her eyes widen and then flutter shut as a single digit slips into her tight, wet heat just enough to tease with barely any stimulation. immediately, her walls bare down on him. greedy in their attempts to pull him in to get the much-needed release fawn's been craving. "you wanna know a secret, jonah?" as she speaks, she hooks one arm under her thigh to pull it closer to her body, lewdly exposing herself even more than before while the other hand still toys with her tit. "i've never been this wet."

admitting to feeling pushed out by his own sister was embarrassing in itself, crawling to her like a wounded puppy just begging for scraps of attention. jonah had walked past her shut door so many times before tonight, stopping himself from knocking and making a complete fool of himself. siblings grew apart he knew that, couldn't expect their bond to remain exactly the same as it had been years ago ; but fawn understood him, who he was and why he was that way. yes he'd judged her for the job she'd created for herself because jonah thought she was worth more than a sleazy one hundred sent to her account for showing off her tits in a bikini. "i . . . i get it now, why you didn't wanna talk about it, why you kept your space your own whenever you came in here. but back then i didn't have a fuckin' clue faw, all i knew was that you preferred spending time in here running up our electric bill instead of spending a small bit of it with me." and maybe that was how his remarks had been so cutting, so vicious and brutal the first few minutes he'd stepped into her room ; it was the realisation that this, this was what had topped jonah and what had prevented her from speaking to him.

"i don't think you're a liar faw, i just . . . i didn't know, i had no damn clue you were doing this. i thought you were some sweet virgin who didn't know how to touch herself properly." he can laugh now, at how stupid he had been to assume his beautiful sister was keeping all of that potential to herself. "i am defending your honor, you're turned away from the camera right now aren't you? i call that some strong defence", despite the fact that her practically naked body was now turned toward him. but semantics. what had she said before? it wasn't a bad thing to enjoy terrible things? yeah, maybe something like that — well it was definitely true for him right now.

the reaction following his reveal of her pussy has the male chuckling, shaking his head in awe at how even baring her creamy cunt to him could result in such extremes. "y'know, i kinda like that — you doing it for you." of course it eases the envy and jealousy that had been ready to boil over inside him, but there was something comforting about knowing that fawn hadn't given herself over entirely to those pervs on the web. "looks really fucking pretty, little heart on your cunt. is it beating like one right now, hm? your little clit so fuckin' sensitive that even a small kiss might push you over the edge? or are you an experienced virgin?" words no longer hold that demented fury inside them, instead only a light tease as the tip of his finger brushes against the outside of one fold. "and you look pretty no matter what, even in this . . . bikini." personally, jonah hated the pattern but he could appreciate just how little it hid, those cups barely concealing her hardened nipples. "and you're so wet faw . . . so fuckin' sticky and creamy." finger dips between those fat folds, groan tumbling free as he experienced the heat of it, lewd sight of his fingertip disappearing in his sister's cunt.

expertly groomed brows furrow as she glares at wyn. though her attention is mainly scattered throughout various corners of the internet via the oversized phone she held close to her body, shrinking into herself as if that could offer any protection against another unwarranted attack. still, she's leaning against his chest as he leans back. or maybe slumped is a more appropriate term for the heaviness weighing her body down. face id still recognizes her, smudge mascara and all. she scrolls through her timeline, not reading any of the posts. the unavoidable pictures and videos she keeps coming across don't phase her anymore. at least not on the outside. god knows the damage her psyche was taking during this specific invasion of privacy.

seree isn't even reporting the lewd content she finds of herself spreading all over the internet. she also doesn't need to read any of the shit on her feed to know it's more likely than not about her. well her tits. or ass. or the way she looks with cum on her body. "who fucking knows wyn. someone who needs money? i never even sent anyone ANY of the pictures or videos i've seen so far. ok, fuck off with the detective bit for two seconds. i need you to fess up. if you're not honest, i'll, i don't know, kidnap you. feed you to the sea lions down in sanfransico. whatever." melodramatic as can be, even if she was no longer working on cheesy kid's shows, blockbuster movies, or her parent's stupid reality show. "— have you seen any of the things that got leaked? everyone i've asked keeps giving me the answer they think i want to hear. i need to know if my body looks as hot as i think. or if i really am delusional." she's not. seree's just suffering from a bout of low self-esteem, a glimpse wyn is there to bare witness to.

what else was left to do other than not check the comments? at least, that was the train of thought that wyn was going for. easier said than done for a man who wasn't in her line of work, and enjoyed keeping to himself in his studio creating his own art. the chances of his own explicit content being shared to the world were zero to none, and the implications that came after it wouldn't even be the same. it was never the same when men's nudes circulated online. he was supposed to be a friend at a time like this, but his nonchalant attitude wasn't getting them both anywhere. he listens and tries to soothe her nerves, but seeing her a wreck like this was the exact reason why wyn decided to put the very videos out on the internet with the burn account he had up. she probably wouldn't appreciate the smirk that was forming on his lips as he leans back against the couch, relishing every second that his dear friend grew closer to a nervous breakdown because of what he had done. blame it on her, this was how he was get her off her high horse and how he could ruin any other chance of someone else taking her away from. so wyn clears his throat, wanting to seem distracted before he responds with, "nothing, i'm ... i'm just thinking of who was fucked up to go through your phone and do that to you. that's just so fucked." and so perfectly executed.

ONE DAY (2024) | 1.12

her slender arms wrap around his shoulders, fingertips buried in his hair as they toy with the strands near the nape of his neck. save for some jitters about this being her first time sleeping with someone, eliss feels at ease in his arms. like she belongs. eli is ecstatic she's finally found the courage to come clean about her crush. but even more elated to know liam returns her affections.

his nose nudges hers in a butterfly kiss, the familiarity of his quick wit drawing a wider smile out of her before pulling eliss in for another kiss. her heartbeat thumps wildly, the pulse reverberates in her ears with a kind of melodic rhythm as his hand trails further down until it disappears into the waistband of her bottoms. for perhaps the first time in her life; her head doesn't feel like a foreign place she's forced to exist in, unsure of what choices are true to her. undecided as to how to navigate the world for herself rather than the idealized version she creates for the consumption of others. eliss doesn't have to fully understand the brand new sensations coursing through her body. doesn't have to understand the full complexity of her emotions either, to know that whatever's going on between liam and her is righteous. beyond that, it's divine. something this heavenly couldn't be sinful.

his fingertips grazing the bare skin of her stomach is enough to make her skin prickle with shivers of anticipation. then he finds her sensitive bud through her underwear and wastes no time teasing her clit with a light touch. eliss's moan is swallowed up by their frantic kisses, her tongue boldly tracing his bottom lip. she's breathless as she breaks their kiss. eliss pulls back just enough to press her forehead against his, strands of ashy blonde locks framing her face. "i—i like the way you feel." her hips mimic his movement. the jolts of pleasure leave her burying her face in the crook of his neck, her delighted gasps muffled against the warmth of her best friend's skin.

Her lips were like two plush clouds caressing his own, her tongue tasted sweet, decedent even, like nothing he'd experienced before. Maybe it was because it was Eliss and not some random partner he didn't give a shit about. They'd always been so close, so connected to one and other. It only seemed natural for this to finally come to fruition.

Yet even in that moment, he wanted to treat her like she was his most precious thing. Fragile and priceless. Liam would have done anything for her. And in the space between their lips, she breathed her request of him. His heart nearly jumped out of his throat. This had to be some kind of dream that you woke up from cursing everything in existence that it has ended. And yet no matter how hard he blinked, she was still there, looking at him longingly.

God, he hoped she couldn't feel how tight his pants were getting.

Liam eyed her up and down for a moment before brushing his nose against hers, "We'll start slow, okay? If anything makes you uncomfortable, you tell me right away." He prefaced, "But if you like something, feel free to tell me that too." He teased with that trademark smirk of his, nosing her again before connecting their lips once more.

The hand that had previously been on her hip brushed down her naval, easing into the front of her pajama shorts, his touch was gentle, but his finger began to stroke her clit through the fabric of her panties in small circles. His opposite hand, still holding her waist, guided her hips as he moved his own to slowly grind up into her, wanting her finally to feel what she was doing to him.

SABRINA CARPENTER ESPRESSO (2024)

seree knew she was in deep once she caught herself fantasizing about the thought of dakota never leaving, dreading the moments when either of them would have to part ways to fulfill some other engagement. the lines between casual sex and friendship and something more rapidly blurring the more time spent together. his confidence is attractive. seree could appreciate the arrogance within him too. she found his flaws as fascinating as his strengths and values. the natural but intense magnetism between the two kept her intrigued far longer than any other fling had. then she was vulnerable with him in a way that both touched and terrified her, especially when he didn't shy away from wanting to be there for her. wanting her still. perhaps something that scared her even more was the effort dakota was willing to pour into gaining her trust and getting to know the woman seree wanted to be, despite her well-documented sleazier trashier public persona immortalized via vicious tabloids and gossip blogs. even with the stressors that came with fame and the heavy weight of their respective family legacies, the authenticity and tenderness that BLOOMS within their relationship is too exhilarating for seree to ignore.

the warmth of the sunkissed sand against her skin elevates her euphoric daze. the sensation only dwarfed by the heat radiating from their bodies. for the first time in months, it feels like she's getting a chance to catch her breath and rest after a jam-packed schedule. ironic for someone panting like a bitch in heat pinned under her husband. it worked out best for everyone involved in the honeymoon planning that the newlyweds had quite literally, a deserted island to themselves. albeit, the term deserted island usually conjures up images of shipwrecks and survival shows. their wealth and privilege granted them access to their own luxurious, private eden to truly enjoy each other's company. the engagement and wedding bands on her ring finger twinkle as they catch the light just right. it's a sight to see, not necessarily because the rings themselves are essentially wearable works of art. but because of their significance; the newness of it all as she revels in being his wife after anticipating this transformation for weeks on end. her fingers dig into wet sand uselessly as she grips at the earth like it's their bedsheets, her walls gripping every single inch of every thrust he forces inside her as he notes the care he takes to preserve the desired look she wanted for their wedding. a piece of her almost wishes he would've forced her to touch up her makeup. after all, the wedding wouldn't have started without her anyway. "no," the word is rare coming from her mouth, especially considering he's trained her very well and that her interruption follows a correction, of all things. "... i'm yours forever." a romantic at heart, at least with dakota. though she doesn't hesitate to follow through with his command after getting sentimental, already desperate to be pumped full of his cum. "—fuck, thank you daddy! thank you for fucking me raw!"

settling down before the age of thirty wasn’t something that the world expected from a professional athlete that had a reputation like his. since dakota traveled the world and didn’t spend much time in one place, he often found himself fluttering from person to person. didn’t take much effort for him to charm a complete stranger and pull them into his orbit. so he had a string lovers scattered across different countries, none of which took him all that seriously or expected to find a husband in him. and while that was fun for a while, he became increasingly bored and unsettled by the superficiality. and he honestly wasn’t looking for anything serious when he first hooked up with seree at his sister’s party. but since she was intimately involved with his family, he had no choice but to keep seeing her. couldn’t keep running away from the intimacy. before he knew it, he was falling in love and asking for her hand in marriage.

choosing a destination for their honeymoon was only difficult because he wanted to be away from the prying eye of tabloids. the benefits of having enough combined wealth to start a small country? an entire island to themselves with staff that was a plane ride away if their service was requested. dakota had even made it more than clear that he wanted to be alone with seree, and their presence was unwanted unless asked for. and thank god they listened — things would have gotten awkward quickly if they didn’t. he had his wife pinned on the sand like a common whore, pumping into her like his life depended on it. “me too. wanted pull you aside and cum all over your face, but i didn’t wanna fuck up your makeup.” all of the stress and time it took to plan this trip was worth it. being able to fuck seree completely raw, with no protection was the most intoxicating part of it all. “you’re fucking mine for the next month, baby. say thank you for giving you raw cock.”

Andy Samberg on Seth Meyers

perhaps for the first time in her life, fawn is faced with the extent of the hurt her actions cause. despite the disturbing shift in their relationship, how they've been at each other's throats for most of their interactions thus far (after avoiding him for weeks on end) her eyes are starting to feel misty upon hearing the indignation in his tone. the sting of her mistreatment buried under his casual mockery. the way he lashes out no longer seems to ache the same way, the emotional distress born from a place of guilt versus spite within her. when she finds her voice again, it's after she tries clearing the uncomfortable lump in her throat. “were close? we are close. i still wanna— um…” fawn trips over herself to correct him in vain. guilt crashes over in waves leaving her seasick on dry land. "'m sorry. i just... didn't know what to say. or how to say it, i guess. never had an issue telling you nothin' until i started feeling awkward about the things i wanted to tell you. i did wanna talk. i like you. i don't care what you believe," the surprising apology comes with that trademark bluntness fawn can weaponize, but now seems to be her attempt to be more genuine with her scorned sibling. "—kinda. i hope you believe me. but even if you don't, i mean what i said. you thinking i'm a liar won't make it a lie. sorry. not for doing this. the money's fucking great. not talking to you was mean. and it sucked."

and that's about as much emotional vulnerability the girl feels like she's got in her. when her big brother calls her dumb with a touch of irritation she can't help the relief and the burst of laughter that pushes past her lips. anything that feels like it could diffuse the tension. he's right, yet fawn is beyond satisfied their relationship lies outside of the bounds of what's normal and acceptable. "—you're supposed to show me right from wrong. defend my honor. not defile it, right? and you still stuck your hand between my legs. instigator." the word rolls off her tongue without malice, the pitch saccharine when injected with that playful affectionate tone she reserves just for him, dusting it off the shelf after putting it up longer than she intended to. fawn blinks up at her brother, doe-eyed and finally quiet. she only replies to his lewd ranting with a single nod. the seriousness written on her face a stark contrast to her teasing.

"i try my best, sometimes i fall sh—iiiiit," the cool air of the ac hits her slick heat once jonah exposes her cunt to him. she has to pause to catch her breath, her little gasp taking most of the air in her lungs like a harsh hit from a dying joint. every disturbing caress, every leer, every insult coming from her brother an intoxicating drug. what the girl lacks in shame she must've made up in audacity. a perverted, peculiar thought crosses her mind; if she knew this was where jonah and her would end up, fawn would've hesitated a lot less about opening up to him. this leaves the tiny, dark-haired girl pondering if perversion is biological. whatever. when she speaks, her perky tits rise and fall with the tattletale signs of excited arousal. "i like looking pretty. aren't you proud? not for a boyfriend or some random guy. just me. -but do you like it?" it's pathetic, almost endearing the way fawn renounces craving male attention. yet turns around and seeks the sickest forms of validation from her big brother.

if fawn had decided to open up to him about the little part time job she'd sourced for herself jonah honestly didn't know how he would have reacted ; like the good big brother, angry and disappointed? or maybe like right now, turned on by the thought of his sister slutting herself out for people she didn't even know — even if it came at the cost of her shutting him out for weeks on end. he'd imagined her doing so many things in the sanctuary of her bedroom, but this? he could never have pictured sweet little fawn spreading her legs and wearing a bikini for basement dwelling guys. "i'm upset you never fucking told me, fawn. i thought we were close and you . . . you fucking ignored me like everyone else." it had hurt, despite how the man tried his hardest to shrug it off there was no denying that being iced out by the person he cared for the most had been a knife to the heart, an internal bleed he couldn't go to the hospital to fix. "and then i find out that you're doing this? you're wearing the sleaziest bikini i've ever seen and letting those pervs watch you?" he'd seen the brief influx of tips, amounts that in any other moment would have made his eyes bulge. were they watching them now? shit. if the male wasn't so rigid in his pants he might have been worried about the repercussions of acting so rashly.

"you're so dumb sometimes fawn i swear to god, mixed signals because i'm your damn brother. it's not . . . this isn't how it's supposed to be." and yet it was, he couldn't simply retreat back in to the hallway and scrub the incident from his mind — he didn't want to and that was the sick part. he doesn't fail to notice the direction her gaze is going, how it locks on the outline of his cock. "it's made for what, faw? sneaky little virgins like you? girls who haven't been stretched out and used just yet?" it certainly did something to the femme, given how into it she'd been before he interrupted her stream. "maybe? would you like 'em to go in there, sis? wonder how many i could stuff inside you before you beg me to stop . . . two? yeah, i'd bet two." her heat would be tight and sticky, slicking up his digits as he breached her untouched hole. those little squeaks of pleasure amping up as he explored his sibling.

"reverse psychology?" he laughs at that, the small glint of the sister he had grown up with showing through. "think you might have missed the mark there faw, just a little." finger drifts away from her tight clothed hole, instead moving to the edge of her bikini, tugging the fabric to the opposite end of her cunt so he can give himself a decent view of her juicy pussy. "fuck . . . you got this wet just from that toy? or thinking about sitting on my dick while you play your games?" also . . . was that a love heart? no fucking way, did fawn actually go to the effort of shaping her damn hair? "a little heart for who, fawn? nobody's seen this needy cunt but me, so who's the heart for?" it was a blessing that she hadn't been touched by another man before him, her walls stretched out and holes used by a careless boy who didn't even like her. they would just think she was hot, a petite little thing with a creamy cunt and a good pair of tits. they'd never appreciate her like jonah did. even if his words were cutting and crafted to shock he loved her, of course he did.

"i dont ship them theyre too toxic i just think their dynamic is interesting" i hope they kill each other mid-fuck

ONE TREE HILL ( 2003 - 2012 ) ↳ season 3 episode 21