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Hi all! I’ve actually moved back to my original blog, because sideblogs do my head in.
Hi all! I've actually moved back to my original blog, because sideblogs do my head in.
Aside from murder alibis and kinky sex I II III ( a marvel mutant oc ) …what good are clones?
[ For the record; Izzy is currently doing a good job at acting this out. He’d most likely do a great job at fucking Manelli senseless, and fortunately they are both very much aware of that. Unfortunately though, Dino isn’t too sure whether or not he wants to end this little game yet either. It’s light. It’s fun. It’s silly. It’s everything Dino stands for and enjoys in life, so why not stretch this a little, rile Cohen up real good and proceed to the fucking senseless part the minute he feels like he’s had enough of this? Good plan. Solid. Well done, self ]
Oh no, you’re just that special. Not every day that a handsome fella walks in, orders me a drink without ever askin’ what I wanted and then tries to chat me up with the charms and confidence of a bulldozer. Gotta say, I love everything about this so far.
[ Manelli isn't going make this easy, Izzy thinks. The rest is, because he could cut the game with only a little pouting and proceed right to the payoff. God knows he's the easiest guy in the world when Manelli is grinning at him as he is right now. But they've committed to this - he can see it in the determined set of the man's jaw - and Manelli's going to be as difficult as he can be whilst still oozing the kind of charm Izzy's never seen anyone else top. It's a special brand of asshole he possesses.
He tips his chin forward to rest it in his palm, eyebrows raised. ]
That sounds a lot like sarcasm, but I'd say it rings pretty true. Bet you're enjoying the drink and the company of a bulldozer like me. Otherwise you'd be gone right now. And you wouldn't be looking at me like you've already decided you're going to fuck me.
(ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ desperate ‘pls stay’ sex (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ angry make up sex (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ public sex & tryin’ to keep quiet (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ car pulled off to the side of the road sex (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ wake up in the middle of the night sex (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ all of these things
saltwater lovers
Despite not hearing the telltale click of a cuff encircling her wrist being shut— thanks to the alarm he tripped— the sound is so engrained in her that it reverberates in her head. She stiffens, hazel eyes wide as he lifts his arm and hers rises with it. Weeks it had taken her to case the place. Weeks of watching people come and go, memorizing schedules, habits, copping copies of keys… All that work for nothing. Ruined by this fool.
“You’re gonna love ‘em when I shove ‘em down your throat. MOVE.”
It's a mission accomplished, as far as he's concerned. He has the bonds - by way of the fact they're attached to the woman he's cuffed to, and he considers her a minor problem. If she'd stop god damn struggling. Izzy responds to her push appropriately for the situation, tugging them towards the kitchen staff's entrance to the place. Fire alarms blaring, they're amassing on the front lawn as per their ridiculous evacuation strategy. Though they're running through a thin layer of smoke (it's only a waste-paper basket, sure to be put out before any real damage is done), they'll be able to get out with few witnesses. Clearly the woman doesn't see the genius. They push through the doors and out into the back garden. "You got a car?"
The blarp-blarp-blarp of expensive home security rings loud in his ears, but the final, metallic click of the handcuff around his wrist cuts easily through the fray. When he lifts his wrist, her arm raises with it. There is triumph in the set of his jaw and adrenaline rendering his smile a little wide, and not once does he stop to think about the after -- only that here and now, he's cuffed to the woman cuffed to the briefcase they've independently sought to, and successfully, managed to steal.
"How'd you like t h e m apples?"
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execucio:
excuse you tbH.
but just as preeeetty as a rosebush
b u t t s b u t t s b u t t s
❝not..creeping. —fine. creeping.❞
do you know how much it took for her to admit that? a lot.
s u c c e s s
"eh, i creep on people all the time. like may. 'cept she totally knows when someone's there and doesn't put up with that sorta shit. you gonna train with me or what, poots?"