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i can’t stop playing the witcher that’s why I’m slow with replies BUUUUUT they’re coming! is2g < 33

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oh, his scent … it was intoxicating. her desire and fear, entwined like forbidden lovers, danced precariously on the thin ice of sin. she ignored his initial response; honesty, in this moment, wasn’t worth her effort. she sensed what was coming. the slenderness of her silhouette trembled with anticipation until, finally — his lips met hers. a hungry tongue broke through her barriers, filling her mouth with his taste, his essence. she welcomed the intrusion without hesitation, only allowing a muffled burst of laughter to escape between their kisses. she was hungry. oh, so hungry. a familiar wetness spread between her thighs, making the fabric of her panties feel suffocatingly tight. " is she watching right now ? does she know we’re talking ? " her voice barely rose above a whisper, cautious yet daring. she’d been careful to catch him in a spare room, their only company was an old broom and the house owner’s drying clothes.

𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒉  𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏  𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒕  his  face  ,  choosing  to  ignore  the  part  of  her  sentence  that  didn't  matter  .  "  a  need  .  yes  .  "  truth  of  the  matter  ,  she  fueled  something  in  him  that  no  one  ,  not  even  his  wife  could  seem  to  light  .  he  swallows  her  challenge  with  his  lips  on  hers  ,  opening  her  mouth  with  his  tongue  as  it  swept  inside  .  "  look  at  you  making  demands  ,  but  that's  not  how  this  works  .  you  want  me  to  fuck  you  until  you  believe  ,  as  she  watches  ?  come  home  with  me  us  tonight  .  "

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open to. ; ' anyone ! idea. ; ' so ... he basically kicked the shit out of your partner.

" so ... happy new year, i guess. "

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happy new year c:

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" ouch. " ah, but he didn’t care. his plate was already overflowing — with mushrooms of worry and spoiled meat of regret. he’d had enough. with a bitter exhale, he finished off the beer bottle in his hand. " you want one, asshole ? " his fingers lifted lazily, gesturing as if someone at the chaotic college party might actually serve him. " yo, thomas ! hit me up with two bottles ! " his voice carried over the crowd, though he turned slightly to shield his face, trying not to annoy wren with the yelling. " if only you’re not too busy with anyone else, of course. " this time, his words were aimed at the girl, punctuated with an ambiguous wink.

"Thank you, you look... a little worse for wear." she admitted, eyeing him up. She couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly but they had been friends once, she could call out his mannerisms from a mile away. Some might be offended by her call out but anyone who knew Wren knew that she wasn't someone to sugar coat things.

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" oh, really ? now i’m really intrigued. " the corners of her mouth twitched upward, though the sweetness of her watermelon lip balm suddenly annoyed her — she realized she hated it. " am i being tested ? " the sparkles in her eyes feigned their shine. had he noticed yet ? did he realize she’d already launched her private investigation ? but who was the suspect ? or, more importantly — who was the victim? her fingers interlocked, knees tucked into the basket of her palms. what posture would give away my true intentions ? — the detective thought to herself, her smile unwavering as she maintained the facade.

Bruno wasn't attempting to be charming he was simply making an observation and you would have to be blind not to see the beauty sat in front of him. "Well for one you're able to keep up with me." He chuckled not wanting to sound to full of himself "That's a hard thing to do for most people." He admitted with a smile. "Oh please there's no need to thank me Ceci that's just being silly."

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his ocean stare tracked the girl’s every movement. her hand, light as a whisper, rested gently on his skin. if his heart weren’t buried beneath layers of muddy stone, he might have shivered. " why ? what happened ? talk to me. " it was easier this way — focusing on the blonde’s problems rather than confronting his own. he needed more time, more space, to process the mess he’d gotten himself into.

She chewed on her bottom lip. “I mean, I wouldn’t blame you.” Julie shrugged but she stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m a bit of a mess.” She laughed softly.

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he used his height to his advantage, looking down at the girl as his arms encircled her waist like a ribbon. his fingertips toyed softly with the fabric of her clothing. " i’m always thinking about you. " his nose buried itself in the chocolate tendrils of her hair. had she changed her shampoo ? maybe. or perhaps it had just been too long since he’d been this close to her. " thank you. " his fingers scooped her chin, tilting it upward. " look me in the eyes. " skin to skin — he wasn’t letting go, his grip firm but deliberate, demanding her focus. " look me in the eyes. " his breathing slowed, deepened, like a hunter readying himself for the final strike.

she moved slowly. phone abandoned to the side. arms unfolding from where they were crossed in front of her chest to wrap around his shoulder. "right. you like me and you wanna keep it casual." alice rolled her eyes, but she still softened, melting forward against his chest slowly as a sigh rolled off her lips. "it's fine, alright? really." her fingertips intertwined with his short hair. she let her hands wander to the nape of his neck, playing with the soft strands. "you got a whole complicated life with your siblings, i know that. i'm not expecting us to be a big thing."

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she wanted to laugh, to provoke, to entertain. but somehow — the raven-haired lover held a cruel upper hand, pulling her toward lust without her consent. her gaze climbed upward, desperately trying to hold his. as his hand trailed down her waist, she wrapped the slenderness of her fingers around his neck like a carefully tied ribbon. " yes. that’s exactly what i wanna hear. " temptation rose, seizing her breath like a devilish captor. she melted under the strength of his touch, her legs stretching to either side of his thigh as she lowered herself onto his lap. " do you want to hear me again ? " her tobacco-scented breath lingered, curling like smoke around his ears.

it wasn't a game, it wasn't a game, no, this was serious, and he should have stopped it, but— sebastian wasn't really expecting the easy shiver that ran down his body when she called him a good boy. "is that what you wanna do? act like you're winning some dumb competition that doesn't exist?" he tried, holding onto whatever flimsy grasp he still had on control in this situation. "no, i didn't, scarlett." seb reached out, grabbing her waist to try and coax her into sitting on his lap. "i didn't fuck her, i didn't fuck anyone else. i can't. i lay in my stupid fucking bed and all i can think about is how much i wish i was hearing the noise you make when i'm balls deep inside of you. that what you wanna hear?"

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oh, she’s good. the corners of his tobacco-scented lips curled upward, painting his face with a devilish smirk. " yeah, i’m shitting my pants. " the tip of his tongue slid across his lingering smile. " oh, really ? c’mon, who’d you pick from here ? i’m curious. "

"   what ?   does  he  scare  you ?   "   she  teases ,   raising  an  eyebrow ,   her  tone  sharp  with  amusement .   "   it's  okay  if  you  want  to  back  out  now .   i  can  find  somebody  else  who  will  get  the  job  done .   "

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right, soon-to-be ex-wife — this particular phrase circled through her mind, igniting her nervous system. " of course, i — i understand. " the golden girl began nodding rapidly, as if her calmness hadn’t already been thrown under the wheels of a speeding bus. " it’s just… seeing her next to you. it doesn’t feel good. but… i think i need a breath of fresh air. "

" soon to be ex - wife . " aldrich corrected promptly but he wasn't trying to start an argument at a holiday party . " but still , i'm not trying to end this night in a dumpster fire . you need to take a deep breath , you're acting weird because you are over thinking all this . "

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the slenderness of her fingers disappeared into the cascade of her golden tendrils. his words were meant to cradle her, yet they left her nervously glancing around, like prey anticipating the hunter’s strike. " i think i need more wine … or … " her cherry-painted lips curled into a faint smile. " or perhaps i really missed you, and i need to feel you. now. somewhere … somewhere no one could see us. what do you think ? i — i don’t know what’s happening to me. "

"you know that's the last thing that i want," xander was playing with fire and he was well aware of the fact. despite this going against all of his morals, he can't help but be led into temptation, overwhelmed by his attraction and subsequent devotion towards her. "i..didn't expect to see you here, that's all...she probably won't even notice a thing."

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her forehead folded into a blanket of wrinkles. a mixture of curiosity and guilt swam up her throat, tightening it. " so that’s what i am to you ? a basic human need ? " finally, she managed to throw the muted words into the tight space between them. " if that’s true… i want her to watch us fu.ck right here. "

" 𝒊𝒎  𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕  we've  been  married  for  20  years  and  we  both  know  we're  humans  with  needs  ,  and  desires  .  "  and  open  marriage  that  left  them  both  satisfied  ,  yet  he  couldn't  shake  the  feeling  that  their  connection  was  dancing  on  the  edge  of  something  else  .  .  .  like  he  was  breaking  a  rule  .  "  i  don't  see  why  that  information  ,  would  change  what  we  have  going  on  darling  .  "

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she looked nice. no, not nice. she looked beautiful. as always. the chocolate color of her hair unexpectedly brought a false warmth to his memories. his gaze dropped downward, examining his own hands. he remembered how much he loved touching her hair — its scent had always been … intoxicating. suddenly, the tone of her voice jolted him back, violently stealing him away from his dreams. dreams of almost lovers and almost happiness — the defining mark of his existence. " yeah, yeah, i know. i remember. " it wasn’t necessary to correct his reply, but he did it anyway. " uh … well … as usual. me, my sister, and the kids. jacob, our brother, has grown so big. he’s even showing the first signs of a puppy mustache. " he wanted to finish with a cheerful laugh, but instead, his face wore a solid layer of grimace.

well that was their her plan. to escape the small town and make a living in the big city, no looking back. however, only one of them had seem to escape. "and here i am" she stated, though he didn't seem too thrilled to see her. she understood why. years of repressed feelings and a lack of closure left them in the tense state. "uh- everyone's okay" there was a bit of hesitation on her end, after only recently discovering that everyone was in fact not okay. "momma insisted we celebrate christmas at home and you know when she makes her mind up, there's no changing it." savannah nodded her head, redirecting her gaze over to him. "how is everyone on your end doing?"

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the brunette’s reply painted a shadow of a smirk across his crimson-stained face. last night’s mistakes had crawled under his left eye, leaving a plum-colored mark. " ah, yes. everyone’s been talkin’ about it for weeks. " with rapid nodding, he tried to reassure her that he was telling the truth. because he was — and that wasn’t like him. honesty wasn’t something he was gifted as a child, nor had he mastered the art of thievery well enough to steal it. " understandable. " he said, his tone calm, careful not to provoke an unpredictable response. he was testing the waters, checking the ground beneath him with precision. " you changed. " you’ve grown — the unspoken phrase burned at the very tip of his tongue.

      "  yeah  ,  well  ,  i  didn't  intend  to  show  my  face  around  here  again  .  "  not  when  this  place  and  the  people  in  it  made  up  for  majority  of  her  therapy  sessions  ,  him  most  of  all  .  "  my  family's  actually  the  only  reason  i'm  back  .  m'sure  you've  heard  about  my  brother's  accident  .  "  who  hadn't  ?  it  was  quite  the  talk  of  the  town  .  everyone  had  their  suspicions  about  the  things  the  marino  family  had  their  hands  in  ,  but  a  targeted  attack  really  sealed  the  deal  .  "  he's  fine  ,  by  the  way  ,  but  there  wasn't  a  chance  in  hell  my  mother  was  letting  me  miss  another  holiday  after  a  thing  like  that  .  " 

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it all comes back like a boomerang. the air's toxicity becomes unbearable. and yet she stays, frozen in place. her spine shivers as she catches the roll of his eyes. " you haven’t changed at all … " like a cat she hisses back.

eyes  roll  at  the  nonchalant  act  she  puts  on .   if  he  didn't  know  her  better ,   he  might  have  actually  believed  it .   “   grow  up ?   that's  rich  comin'  from  you ,   ”   colt  says  with  a  bitter  laugh .

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and the bridge of composure collapses. her throat tightens, begging for a gasp of air. " w — what ? " she stammers, fighting with her own words, unable to speak at all. everything feels muted. " but … what the fu.ck are you talking about ? "

"  𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑  —  you  don't  need  to  leave  . . .   "  calloused  fingers  wrap  around  her  wrist  to  keep  her  rooted  .  "  she  knows  .  she's  known  for  a  while  actually  . . .  we  have  an  agreement  — she  has  her  picks  ,  and  I  have  mine  .  "