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Hayley Atwell

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Power Girl

By Nikolas Alecsovich

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"nervous... who's nervous, pretty penny?" slowly, a glass is raised to a pair of smug lips, sucking in the ice-cold contents. before licking his pouts clean - wouldn't she like to feel that sensation? merlyn looks vanessa in the eye, ensuring she catches sight of his sensuous tactics. "and we both know what you can... and can't... handle." slowly, he rises, gliding closer with an ungentle presence about him. merlyn's kneecap strokes the inner edge of her thigh, adding more force the closer he gets - to the heavenly.

open to — anyone muse — vanessa darling, 24, of creator plot — your muse is an old family friend of nessa's parents. they recently discovered her of account and subscribed, she noticed, and when they ended up at the same party together she convinced them to take her home.

walking into the lavish apartment nessa wasted no time in dropping herself onto the plush couch, swivelling to look up at them through heavy lashes, sucking a plump lower lip between her teeth. "you don't have to be so nervous," she purred, parting her legs and letting manicured nails run up along her bare thighs. "we both know you've already seen more than this."

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phone still clutched with a vice grip that is inches away from crushing the device, merlyn's head rolls back. a guided exhale releases twisting fumes into the air; smoke dissipating around his sinister look of smugness. the cigar loosely perched between index and middle finger burns crisply, ashes slowly building up around the ignited tip. one glance at the notifications finds his eyes peering at a kiss emote. another lopsided smirk: she's done for if she's already lost the ability to manage words.

"oh, pretty girl - i missed ya," he whispers, tapping at a nearby ashtray. before too long, the former gangster isn't alone. all he needs is a finger, curled and beckoning adelaide closer. "hello there, precious. now... i'm wonderin' which pair of lips you were referring to in that lil message." his eyes don't wander away from hers, staring into her beautiful soul with his demonic gaze..

Adelaide was the kind of person to do whatever she wanted. Whether that meant partying into the late hours of the morning or not leaving bed for two days..it was her life, so why didn't it matter? Consequences were boring, and Adelaide didn't have to face them often. Life was lame if you didn't grab it by the horns. She was her own person, she liked to do what she wanted. But when somebody liked Merlyn showed her attention, she found it hard to say no. That voice and the way he called her doll, she wished she hadn't missed the phone call.

Adelaide glanced around the party, deciding that nobody would probably notice if she slunk out now, and so she did just that. Her strappy silver heels clicked on the smooth flooring as she headed to catch herself an uber. She knew exactly where he'd be, so instead of asking, she simply sent him a "💋". Tonight was going to be fun.

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sex outdoors

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open to: f

plot: toxic hookups with a former gangster.

muse: merlyn, 44, retired kingpin. [fc: jon bernthal]

"guess who's in town, doll? call me back... or better yet, come put those lips where they work best."