#dvvsired

[imperfectox]

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Eloise had been home for a while, back from her teaching job, and her day had been fairly normal, to say the least. She missed her partner in more ways she could have imagined but she had to be patient until he came back. The blonde was in the kitchen, fixing up their dinner for that night when she heard someone come in, thinking it was Dallas. “I’m in the kitchen!” She bellowed out as she tasted the meal she was cooking, steak and potatoes, for him. The teacher knew about his job and the life he leads but she didn’t care, she still loved him and was always afraid that one day he wouldn’t come home. “How’s your day?” She looks over to the other who entered the room.

[naiivete]

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     “ GOD--WHAT ARE YOU DOING SITTING IN THE DARK LIKE THAT? ” pandora blurted out with a gasp as he almost gave her a heart attack. removing her jacket and throwing it on the couch, she made her way towards the arm chair and perched herself on the arm rest. “ were you waiting for me? ” she questioned with a curious tilt of her head, swinging her legs nonchalantly as she tried to appear unbothered. since she was working the later shifts in the bar, she was obviously going to come home late. however, there was no need to tell him of the rowdy group of frat boys who left her a little shaken tonight.

[scvcnt]

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Bea was an adult, but her family still treated her like she as a kid- mainly because they were insanely religious, with their strict rules, their views on women and sexuality, it frustrated her to no end. Which was why she went wild in college, she fucked guys and girls, tried drugs that she never could get her hands on at home and drank to the point she went to classes tipsy. But once her parents found out, they thought she’d be better if she spoke to the priest. It was a shame she didn’t believe in God, it was also the mistake that the father had been attractive. And she decided in that moment if she could corrupt the church, and with that she went into every single detail of what she’d done as she sat across from him in the office. It was supposed to be a simple consultation but that wasn’t what she was going to have it end up being. She’d prove to parents what kind of monster she truly was before she’d cut them off entirely.

“So yes father, I’ve sinned,” she said before getting up from her chair and moved towards him and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “But there’s one sin that needs to be said in confessionals....It involves me walking in here with nothing under this dress,” she said before looking at the man who’d sworn himself to God but he was still a man and men loved sex.

[miss-claire-v-m]

It was the night before Christmas and Claire had put a few pennies away so that she could buy Flynn the perfect gift, in her mind at least. When it arrived she took a peak inspecting to make sure everything was perfect. In the box was an engraved heart necklace. The blonde had engraved ‘keeper of my heart’ upon one side, and their initials and date of the time they finally consummated their relationship on the other. Sure, it felt cheesy to her but without adoubt she was certain he would appreciate the gesture, and by no means did she expect an extravagant gift because of his wealth in return. Just being with him was enough. That’s not why she’s with him. Not for the money. Solely for him, his purest and sweetest kindest self, and in the bedroom damn right naughty. Now neatly wrapped and she too dressed slightly to impress in a red little number did she drive to his to spend time with him. Claire parked her car and made her way to the entrance. The gift inside her coat pocket and sweaty palms she rang the doorbell, couldn’t wait to see him again though it had only been a few days. The door opened and a massive smile etched upon her features as she took a step and brought him in for a kiss.

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[filthysins]

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The woman sat in a room illuminated by candlelight, far more candles than most who knew what she was would be comfortable with. Of course he knew, and Piper could only suspect that he didn’t care. Something else unusual for her as most seemed to recoil in fear when she neared open flame. A thing most fire elementals were used to, her position as a princess the only thing that kept her from being truly persecuted for something beyond her control. “Did you tell them to leave the candles out?” She questioned as the man entered the room, her husband as of that night, a man that was feared as well. A flame danced around her fingertips, the warmth soothing her but not burning her as it would a normal person. “Or did you forget to tell them to take them away?” She finally looked up, letting the flame flicker out as she met his gaze despite all the warnings that she’d been given about behaving, being reverent, and only speaking when spoken to. 

[deliirious]

Aitana kept her secrets close to her chest, who didn’t? It simply made her feel better to know people saw her as an innocent, someone who was pure and naive. People were less likely to judge her that way, even if they often found her ignorant of the world. If she blushed at the mention of sex, people would laugh but they would leave it at that and not argue with her too much on why. That was why, when Hodge saw her the night before, she had no idea what to think. They had known each other for a while, she would certainly consider them friends, but she had never expected having to explain to a friend why she had been pressed against a brick wall behind a club, her skirt pushed up by her hips and the guy she’d been dancing with minutes earlier pounding into her. Aitana had no idea if he’d been at the club or if he’d just been walking by but she needed to know. She needed to know how much he had seen, if it had just been in passing or if he’d been there longer than she’d realizing, not that it really matter. There wasn’t much of a way to come back from that. 

With a text sent to request meeting up for coffee, Aitana had no choice but to try and relax. As long as he didn’t tell anyone she could keep up her image and truly that was what mattered to her. If he made it known to everyone what had happened, then that would be a problem. There wasn’t any way to damage control this, she knew that, but she could at least ask him to keep er proclivities private. Thus, when he approached the table she’d claimed, she smiled, hoping to act as if nothing had happened. “Hey! I’m glad you showed up. I already ordered your coffee. How are you?” Aitana kept her smile bright, hoping to keep control of the tenuous situation. 

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[pagesnoir-moved]

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Was she playing a new role? The script was way too unknown to her. As if someone stole her imagination again and recharged it with a vicious habit of forgetting lines. The young actress didn’t know her new role too good. The new role of life. Cyber life. She hasn’t memorized the scenes yet. Especially the one where the National Theatre’s owner was being stabbed to death. The black-stained picture chose her to be its prey and never leave her mind. It felt alive while she was sleeping. Scarlett didn’t deserve the life she was living.

[ Scarlett, number S-007. Android. Actress. Ready. ]

The young red-headed woman was waiting patiently with the palms of her hands holding each other in a strong, nervous grip. Her peach-scented silhouette was dressed up in bright yellow. Unfortunately to her own misfortune, she was chosen to help with the investigation. She knew the owner, Lucas Thomson, as if he was her father. And he was like a father to her. They were close way before it all turned into the disbelief of humanity. It was too uncomfortable for her to stay in one place and so she began creating a small sign of infinity with the tip of her sandal. Finally, her name was called out. Slender fingers toyed with a metallic and cold handle before she gathered the spilt courage from the floor and entered the room. She was invited to be questioned in a claustrophobic room. “Good evening.” Shattered tones of voice glued the back of her throat. They barely left her squeezed mouth. “My name is Sca—I am the S-007 number.”

[fourmarksmage]

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Yennefer really thought she had been behaving herself since she’d healed from the battle of Sodden. She couldn’t stand being in Aretuza a moment longer than necessary to be healed enough to travel, but she hadn’t risked unnecessary attention -- despite what her first impulses were. She needed to keep Nilfgaard off her back until she was sure she wouldn’t run the risk of being killed or captured when she came across them. And, she had maybe been hoping that fate would have been a little kinder to her for embarking on this sort of behavior.

But as she caught sight of the witcher she was reminded that fate was never kind to her -- to either of them. The piercing pain she felt on the mountain as she had turned away from him still ached through her, separate from the wounds she had received in the battle. “I was being such a good girl, staying out of trouble,” she murmured as she approached him in the crowded tavern. Should the reunion with the man who had damned himself to her be more flashy than this? Or was the banality of it all the one piece of relief she had earned? Slipping back with him was easy. “But I suppose I was just putting off the inevitable. Are you happy? That you’ve bound your fate to such trouble?”