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so, it's official. after years of waiting for my own place i finally got the call yesterday afternoon. it's perfect. perfect location, perfect size and my boys finally get their own space. i get my keys monday morning & will be moved in by the afternoon. activity will be sparse across all accounts until i'm in and settled! 😁

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and just like that i have a 3 year old! 😪

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          can we just appreciate my girl for a moment!

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izombie aesthetic: Liv Moore and Peyton Charles

“You’re my freaking heart.”

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          If Sark was brutally honest with himself, there was a small part of him that enjoyed the peacefulness of holding Sydney in his arms, pretending to be a couple leading a completely normal life. But that feeling was instantly tossed aside, as normalcy was never in the cards for Julian. In fact, he was probably in too deep to even take something akin to a legit vacation, if he really thought about it. So, for the moment, he would simply enjoy the fake compliments and the way her ass begged for his touch. Seemed his suspicions might be correct, after all.

          Her abrupt coughing caused his brows to jump as hands went to help with her dinner napkin, as any concerned husband would. “Oh my, we haven’t even gotten started yet, and here you are, choking. Take time to swallow. I’m sure you know how to,” he finished in a velvety whisper only she could hear. The fact she had crossed her legs did not go unnoticed, forcing Sark to pause his advances for a minute as he partook of some wine himself. “Yes, exquisite,” he agreed, though his gaze lingered on her a moment before focusing on the food in front of them.

          After their plates were prepared, and conversations were moving along, Sark’s thoughts returned to her. If she truly wasn’t up for the task, she would have gotten up from the table or whispered to him to stop in complete seriousness… and he would have. But she didn’t, and she was one of the best agents. It would be simple for her to maintain her composure. And so, she would soon feel the warmth of his hand upon her thigh for round two. Despite the weak obstacle she’d set up, it wasn’t long before her pants were undone, allowing fingertips to ghost across the top of her panties in warning and promise. All the while, above, he was keeping up with what was being said, smiling and nodding, and taking sips from his glass with the other hand. Soon she would feel his touch dip lower, drilling between her closed thighs, eventually pausing to tease her clit. He was soft at first, testing the waters, making sure she actually could handle it. And if she seemed to do fine, his teasing would get more intense over the course of the meal…

            Sark’s act was flawless, something Sydney would have praised him on if they hadn’t had this unspoken ‘hatred’ between them. His comment however only caused her to inhale the wine once again. A spluttering apology given to the hosts while a look of rage darted towards Sark. “Oh my god! What is wrong with me today?” she laughed it off through a croak, quickly cleaning the wine from her mouth and chin. “I always have trouble swallowing bitter fluids.” she chuckled, a subtle shot fired towards Sark.

          Sydney thought she had detained his advances, quenched them at least with the crossing of her legs but as the conversations commenced she felt his fingers toy with her. The slow slide of her zipper halting a lump in her throat, a slight croak breaking through her words as she questioned Darleen on the marinade coating the meat. “You said this was just honey and thyme? Surely not. There’s gotta be a secret ingredient.” Sydney pressed the woman, completely ignoring the tease of his fingers at the elastic of her panties.

          She had no belief that he would venture further than that, so the brunette continued to play her role, conversing and eating. When his fingers dipped lower, the brunette was carving into another chunk of meat forcing a surprised gasp from her lips. Thankfully it was disguised by one of the other guests asking about the wine. Sydney gazed towards Sark, “Darling, you’re a wine expert, what would you have paired with this meal?” she asked, adjusting herself against his fingers, her eyelids flickering shut, briefly holding back a moan as she burned a look of warning at him.

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          A hush fell across the room as everyone turned to listen to the utter chaos coming from the other side of the nearby door. Could that have been Don E. actually doing something in his job description, on his way to save Blaine? The adorable Knock, knock said otherwise. Struggling from the bindings paused as this woman came in like a wrecking ball, kicking ass and spouting one-liners. The hustler could only watch in absolute amazement as this Tarantinoesque scene unfolded in front of him. She was beauty, she was grace, she’d throw a bat through your fuckin’ face.

          Once sure she had this under control, crimson hues faded to reveal a much calmer blue that remained focused on her every move as she made her way over to him. “Dollface, don’t worry about it. I owe you big time.” As Blaine stood up, he gently took the hand the offending nail was on, raising it for a closer look. “I’ll have my personal beautician take care of this,” he said softly before pressing lips to the top of her hand in a kiss of thanks. “Along with anything else your little heart desires.”

          Twirling the bindings he’d just been rescued from, Blaine looked her over not only in appreciation but in concern, making sure she hadn’t been injured. “All this blood, none of it’s yours, right? Nothing sexier than a woman who really gets into her work,” he whispered as a handkerchief ran over her cheek, lightly wiping off what he could for her. “You are more than welcome to clean off at my place, in my big fancy bathroom. I’ll order us food, we could watch a movie, whatever you want. I owe you my life, beautiful.” A little dramatic, but basically true as no telling what those thugs were about to do to him.

            Harley had always been one to enjoy the romantic gestures, even from a complete stranger. Her pale cheeks glowed a soft pink with her blush as his lips felt like they lingered on her bloodied knuckles. “Oh please, it was no problem. Call me ya knight in shinning hot pants.” she giggled flicking her pig-tailed hair over her shoulder with a swooping gesture, a feeble attempt of flirting.

            The look of concern on Blaine’s pale features made her mirror it, her too looking over her frame as much as she could, pin pointing who’s blood was who from the little replay reel playing in her crazed mind. “I think most of this is from that guy called Chuck. I liked Chuck.” she confirmed, a small saddened pout on her lips as she recalled the damaged she had done to her brief friend back there.

            The saddened moment fleeted quickly as the loon was easily distracted by the mention of food, her slender stomach almost growling on command. “YES! I’m starving! All this maiming works up a girls appetite!” she beamed her strong accent kicking it. Her hand reaching out once more to shake his. “Harley Quinn, nice to meet ya!” she introduced, thinking now was the prime time to get the greetings out of the way.

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“I think the fact that you are a slut makes you look like a slut.” Jackson wiggled his eyebrows, resting his head against the headrest, sprawled out on the bed. He pretended to be taken up in interest by the magazine he was reading, giving occasional glances towards Jennifer. “What about me? Do these briefs make my ass look good?” He turned on his stomach to demonstrate, showing his curves off to her.

          The brunette grinned proudly at her best friends remark “ Perfect! ” she chimed, tugging her dress a little lower, really accentuating her well formed cleavage. Her figure was quick to look at his reflection in the mirror, the little wiggle on his briefed ass made her smirk. “ I have a strap-on somewhere. So i’d fuck you. ” she chuckled, with a sinister smile. “ Is that ex of yours going to be there tonight? ” she asked, hues already burning with the over-protectiveness that she had for Jackson. 

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A grin formed on Xavier’s features after he caught his sister’s voice. He was surprised that she didn’t make the entire party go deaf considering how loud she was. “Hey sis.” His grin widened, stepping into view with a beer in his hand. “Who’s the unlucky guy that you brought tonight?” His eyebrow raised, scanning through the crowds of people. Nobody would ever be good enough for Paityn in his eyes. He was just doing his brotherly duty.

          The younger twin raised a brow as her brother came into view, her smile growing wide with the playful insult he threw at her. “ I think you meant lucky guy. ” She purred before gazing over to the hotty currently barfing into a bush. “ Ugh... Dave Bass. ” she grumbled, her face turning sour as he emptied the contents of his stomach repeatedly. “ Who’d you bring? ” the brunette was quick to cut off any disapproving comment that was bound to leave her twins lips.

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⭑ 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛: to anyone.  ⭑ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒: jennifer check.

        “ Is this too slutty? Or not slutty enough? ” The dark haired vixen asked, casually adjusting her cleavage as she entered the room. The tight black little number hugging her curves flawlessly as she moved.

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⸻  closed starter for @prmiscuity​.

        “ XAVI! ” the twin called, her hand waving from across the bonfire. It was the yearly bonfire bash were anyone who was anyone would attend. Including the infamous yet strange Mather twins.

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