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caroline!

[rocksalting]

[coy]

[it's easy enough to get him mostly naked, the moment she has him alone. she barely says more than three words other than hello before her hands make quick work of his clothes. and with a cocky sort of smirk, a mask of confidence, she moves to push him down onto the chair, her lips barely brushing against his before she does so, denying him any sort of touch.

she's in control right now, she's the one calling the shots this time and she wants him to remember this for a long, long time. she wants him to think about this on those long lonely drives late at night. and it's with that thought that she approaches him, hiking up the tight skirt she wears up as she moves to straddle his lap, exposing the tights she wears that cut off mid-thigh. the outfit is a little more adult than she usually goes for but job interviews do that for you and in the end there's a perk to it.

and with another smile, this one a little more breathless, she rolls her hips into his, reaching up to pull her hair from the updo she has it in, curls cascading down her shoulders.]

[rocksalting]

[ Dean's not the type of guy to question anything when a beautiful woman is throwing herself at him, and this time? It's no different. In fact, he takes her hands and her attention with a self-satisfied smirk, even as he's pushed onto the chair. In fact, the smirk only ends up growing once he's settled. (He'd like a kiss that's a little more intense than that, but beggars can't be choosers.)

His eyes drag appreciatively down her body as she moves closer, gaze settling on the skirt - and the tights - for a moment before he glances back towards her face. It's hard to watch everything she's doing because he wants to see, and though, every single centimeter of her.

When she settles in his lip, Dean's hands move to her thighs, ghosting along the outside of them before (hopefully) settling on her hips. ] Caroline-- [ But she's moving against him before he has a chance to finish his sentence and despite his best efforts to keep quiet, he lets out a groan. His eyes close and his head drops backwards slightly, hips rising to grind back up into hers, wanting more friction that she seems to want to give. ]

[coy]

[He says her name and moves to put her finger to his lips to silence him. A smirk curves her lips once more as she rocks her hips again as his rise up to roll against them. Her fingers curl against his scalp and she pulls his head back even further, her mouth pressing to his throat, nibbling a little before she draws her tongue along his Adam's apple to taste. She wants to hear him groan again, she wants to make him writhe with the need for her like he's done to her before.

She uses the leverage of her feet touching the ground to help her rock against him, finding a rhythm that isn't enough friction to satisfy either of them but just enough to get them going.]

[rocksalting]

[ Pleasure and frustration are such an interesting combination, both of them mixing together to the point where Dean has to grind his teeth together to keep from using his size (because let's face it: he is bigger than Caroline) to pick her up and toss her onto the bed. The friction isn't nearly enough, even as he rocks back up into her, his fingers pressing into her hips.

He doesn't fight the hold she has on his hair, though, not when she's using that tongue of hers like that. His breath hitches slightly and he can feel himself hardening completely beneath her, the heat of her body against his enough to drive him mad. ] You're evil, y'know that?

sawyer!

[dedicatedbitch]

[sonnovabitch]

[he pulls her flush with his chest, his hand snaking it's way down her body, not playing games, not hesitating as he reaches for her hand and guides it between her own legs.] Touch yourself. [he commands against her earlobe quietly, gruffly as he leads her fingers beneath the lace of her panties, mouth pressing to the side of her throat.]

[dedicatedbitch]

Sawyer-- [ The way his name falls from her lips is pretty much the farthest anyone could get from a protest and she shifts, parts her legs slightly as if on instinct. She stretches her free hand behind her to grab his hair while she turns her head to the side for him, wanting to feel his lips against as much of her skin as possible as she slowly starts to tease herself. It should be familiar territory (very familiar) but somehow it feels new again, like having his hand on top of hers actually changes the whole thing, and she can't quite stop the moan that escapes her as her middle finger slips between her lower lips to tease her clit. ]

would you like fluffy or sexy, caroline? :3

[alittlebitcool]

you get to pick :3 I like both especially with stefan

[coy]

I'll just pick a little of both~

[alittlebitcool]

:D

[coy]

[her eyes flutter open slowly when she feels his caress, his fingers dancing over her skin in a way that makes it tingle and come to life. the touch is light but still it affects her. a smile curves her lips as she looks at him, leaning forward to nuzzle his lips with her own.

the night before is a flash of memories, limbs tangling, lips tasting, twisting and rolling between sheets as neither of them could seem to get enough of the other, bodies pulling, pressing, touching until it was hard to distinguish were one began and the other ended. and her body would ache still from the fervor of it if it wasn't for what she is, what he is, and there's something beautiful about that too. ] Mmm... morning.

[alittlebitcool]

Good morning.

[His voice is quiet and calm as his fingers trace along the soft curve of her waist and then over her hip. He's been awake for a little while already, silently committing this moment to memory. He doesn't want to forget a single detail.

He turns his face toward her, his lips grazing over her shoulder before pressing against the skin just behind the spot where her jaw meets the lobe of her ear.]

Did you sleep well?

FOR THAT ONE THREESOME :3

[dedicatedbitch]

[ It starts with an off-hand comment in a bar (Oh my god, that woman's gorgeous with a pointed look in Angela's direction) and then it turns into Boyd teasing Brooke, testing her to see how open she'd be to the idea of actually inviting her back to Brooke's place with them. At first, Brooke's sort of hesitant to agree - she's never really been into women, though she's also never been against them - but after a few drinks, she's actually starting to come around. It might just be because she has a weakness for Boyd and making him happy.

Before she knows it, Angela's in a cab with them back to Brooke's apartment and then they're upstairs, a mess of hands and kisses. And then clothes are off, scattered across Brooke's floor, and she's being pulled down onto the bed by both of them, four hands grasping at her skin and she's drunk on more than just the alcohol she had.

She moves to straddle Boyd's face once he lays down, hands roaming over his body as she watches Angela move to straddle his hips. Her eyes are on the other woman's face and if she's flushed from nerves, she doesn't really care. ]

[artsy]

[Threesomes aren't something strange to Angela, she believes in sharing the love, in being open-minded. And that led to more than a few threesomes in her life time. Of course, when the attractive couple approached her in the bar, she hadn't been looking to go home with two people but here she is, buzzing from her vodka straights and a few shots of other things, moving to straddle Boyd's waist.

Angela's eyes meet with Brooke's and she smiles at her, the girl is beautiful, skin flushed, chest heaving just a little. And she can't resist the urge to lean forward to taste her, pressing her lips to her jaw, her hips rocking against Boyd's, their bodies close but not as close as they can be. She rolls her body against his, sensitive skin brushing against sensitive skin, her hands moving to hold onto Brooke's waist as she does so.] God, you're both hot.

[boyd_crowder]

[He had to be the luckiest man in the world right now. Dating Brooke by herself was already an extreme thrill, to add another beautiful woman in the mix was surely something that would test his stamina. He was fortunate that they seemed to know exactly what they wanted, and he soon found himself with his lips pressed against Brooke's beautiful sex.

He closed his eyes as he took in her scent, his tongue slowly stroking and teasing her soft swelling clit. This was normally a position where he could give her his full focus, but he found his dick was very distracted by the feeling of Angela's hips rocking against it. He groaned against Brooke's heat as he pushed his hips up against Angela's to aid in the sensual friction. His hands went up to grip her slender waist to help her hold steady, as well as get a feel of her incredible body. He was already so damn hard.

As much as he'd love to respond to her compliment, his mouth was very busy.]

[dedicatedbitch]

[ Brooke's only entertained the idea of a threesome once before and even then, it was after a very hot and heavy dream, one that she actually woke up short of breath because of. She'd never actually been put in a situation where she felt she could do a threesome, either because she didn't trust her partner enough or because she didn't have a steady partner. (Later, when she's come down from everything, she'll think about what that means in relation to Boyd.)

Her hips are rocking slightly against Boyd's tongue, trying to get more friction out of him, but it's Angela's lips that causes her head to fall back. Her eyes flutter closed and she lets out a soft, but very pleased, sound. ] And you are unfairly gorgeous. [ One hand moves up to the back of Angela's head, fingers lacing easily through the woman's hair while the other moves to join Boyd's hand on Angela's waist.

If only she had a few more hands so she could touch them all over. ]

angela! this girl's name is orla <3

[teachestiny]

[artsy]

ooc: ooc would you mind starting since I don't know anything about your lady <3333

[teachestiny]

Orla lay on her back in the grass, feeling lazy and content with Angela sprawled on her, carding her fingers through the other woman's hair. Angela was considerably bigger than she was, but that was okay. The pressure against her was like a big, heavy blanket. Only better, because it was a girl. Possibly Orla's brain was a little fuzzed out from happy laziness.

"Is the sun right overhead?" she asked. She knew she had her eyes pointed at the sky, and she could see some light, but it didn't have enough of a form to tell exactly what she was looking at. She probably shouldn't look right at the sun anyway, although she struggled to see what it would harm. She wasn't likely to lose what light perception she did have from it. Probably.

[artsy]

No one has ever referred to Angela as bigger, but her lithe form is longer than Orla's petite frame. And as she lays her head on the other woman's chest, she lets out a contented sigh. "I guess so. Want my sunglasses?"

Caroline! cause you're amazing and i love you.

[goinghybrid]

(( and i'm sorry i couldn't find any good images for prompts but-

HxC! Tyler Caroline! please. maybe back when he was just a werewolf after a really rough full moon? or if you can think of any other better situation that involves the two of them i'm sorry i'm the worst /facehands ))

oh I got one. :D

[coy]

[ the ground beneath her back is rough against her skin, she can feel the way the dirt digs into her back as she's pressed hard against it. but her focus is on the warm body against hers, the way it presses her against the ground, the way his mouth fights hers for dominance. tyler's always tired after a full moon but he's also really aggressive too. she wonders if it's the wolf in him, still lingering, wanting a fight, wanting to be free but always denied by the chains that keep him in the lockwood cellar.

it hardly matters now as she hears the fabric of her thong rip from her body and she grabs at tyler's hips in desperation, drawing them close, wanting him inside of her, wanting the same thing he wants, her cravings are his. there's nothing sweet or loving about this, it's just as rough as the ground beneath her back as her body yields to his, her posture open to letting him take the lead.

not because she's giving in but because she likes the way it feels.]

:DDDDDDDDDDD

[goinghybrid]

[when he comes out of nights like these, the line between who he is and who he was is blurred. he can't really focus on anything other than thoughtssoundssmellscaroline and before he has a chance to notice, before he has a chance to change or control or keep himself calm, he's got her pressed against the floor. it's not just dominance, at this point, because if he wanted that there would be much easier ways to take it from her. much easier ways to prove it. no, this is something much more complicated, and when he kisses her, slots their bodies together and scrapes his fingernails (human nails, not claws, human) down her sides to pull her closer. as close as he can.

the clothes she wears hardly slow him down, the adrenaline and residual instincts gripping and tearing and tossing away like it wasn't there at all. something in him knows that he should slow down, calm down, come off this high before he burns through whatever he has left tying him to this rather than the wolf, but he can't. not when he can still feel the burn of broken bones, of torn muscles, ligaments. his joints are still stiff, still creaky, and his body feels like it's made of liquid. the only thing holding him together, at this point, is her her her and if that's all he has, that's what he'll take, hiking her a little higher up on the rocks and dirt so that he can situate himself better, easier, to push right into her without much warning or preparation. he just wants, no, needs and he swallows any sounds she might make, drinking them up with each desperate kiss.

he takes and he takes and he takes because he's clutching at straws and she's the only one who can save him. hat's what he thinks, that's what he feels, that's what he knows, for now.]

<3333

[coy]

[ there's barely any touching, there's no gentle caresses or foreplay, not that they have the patience for such things most of the time, but usually he does try to heat her up before he goes barreling forwards into her like that. so the thrust of his hips earns him a staggering gasp, a sound that's half whimper of protest and half moan.

but she doesn't stop him, she only lets her hands slide down his back, nails biting at skin she knows must be aching already, her body arching up into his as her hips flex, urging him to go, go until he finds whatever it is he's looking for. she doesn't want anything from him except for him to feel something other than the agony of having your body broken.

their kisses are barely that, more like hungry presses of their lips, taking breaths neither of them really need to take as she moans again. she wants more, she wants harder, she wants to feel one ounce of the pain he's felt the past few hours, as if that might erase some of it for him. she's his for the taking right now, she's here with him now in a way she couldn't be before.]