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[gctfuked]

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❝ did you come for another round. ❞ it wasn't a question, javier had a feeling it was only a matter of time until the other came back asking for more. he knew how to keep people addicted. like all the others, lies will be said, a facade will be played. ❝ go on, you know what you need to do to get the prize. ❞ a wicked smile appearing on his features.

[betweenmuses]

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He had told his sister to never call when he was at work, but after the third time it had rang, he was fuming as he was ready to lay into her for disrupting him, but when he heard her crying on the other end of the phone, his attitude quickly changed and he began to ask questions. Who hurt her, what did they do, what would she like him to do about it? He loved his family more than anything, nobody hurt any of them without answering to him, and obviously if his sister was distraught enough to tell him about it, she must have wanted him to take care of it. "Consider it done," he had to keep his side of the conversation relatively short as to not arise suspicion from bystanders, but as he hung up the phone, he was already sending an unknown text to one of the men who worked for him. He was already in a foul mood and now he had to deal with this bullshit on top of everything else? He needed a drink, Ale raising a hand to motion for a bartender as he sat at the bar. So he wasn't working like he'd told his family, but he was at least networking, right? Could he use that excuse in the position that he was in? The bartender brought him a whiskey without needing to be given his order, he frequented this place quite often, and Ale brought it to his lips for a drink. "You look lost," he couldn't help but notice the person standing there seemingly out of place when he turned around to face the crowd.

[scarletsxnss]

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damien takes her teasing as an invitation to press his hips deeper into hers. his erection is obvious and his dark eyes pierce into hers with the hungers he represses every time he's with her. "yeah." he breathes out. "i know you can." his hands gently take her wrists and slowly pin them above her head.

it isn't even subtle anymore. he's slowly morphing their bodies into something closer to a SEX position than a stretch. "i feel like i'm gonna BREAK you." he taunts. "is that something you'd want?"

[hiddcnhorizcns]

@hvrtcfx from here he glanced at leyla beside him, her features softened by the moonlight, and for a brief moment, he forgot she was soon to be queen. to him, she was still the girl he’d grown up with, the one who could hold her own in a sparring match, or laugh at his crass jokes without judgment. that’s why, without thinking, he asked the question. it was a sharp, unfiltered thought voiced aloud before he could reel it in. he knew it was crude, but it had been a long time since they’d spoken like this—without pretenses, without the weight of their respective duties hanging over them like a swordand for a fleeting moment, he needed to feel that sense of familiarity, to provoke that unguarded laughter he remembered so well. her laughter came, muffled behind her hand. a sound so genuine it made the tension in his shoulders ease. he'd been worried—worried that time, duty, and distance had altered their friendship beyond repair. but here she was, laughing like they were still just two friends wandering the woods, not the soon-to-be queen and the commander of the royal guard. he shrugged, offering a small smirk. crass was putting it lightly, but leyla had always known how to deflect without denying the truth of things. it was part of what made her so remarkable. tristan let her words wash over him as she shook her head, speaking of her mother’s schemes and the grim reality of being bartered like a commodity. his chest tightened, not for the first time, at how little control she had over her own fate. he’d seen it coming, of course—the marriage to the king had been inevitable, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear.

when she cleared her throat and mocked him with that high-pitched voice, mimicking some absurd courtly seduction, he couldn’t help but chuckle. she nudged him, leaning in closer, and for a heartbeat, it felt like they were young again, sneaking out for mischief. he leaned in, his voice dropping conspiratorially. "ah, but had someone ever been bold enough to ask so directly, i might have found myself utterly helpless," he teased, though his gaze lingered on her, searching for something deeper behind the playful exchange. and then, she said it. the words that made the world around them blur and the heaviness in his chest press down just a little more. her voice was softer now, and tristan felt the weight of her words like a blade between his ribs. he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. he had missed her too, more than he could ever admit. life had been simpler—before the royal titles, before the court politics, before everything. there had been a time when it had felt like it was just them against the world. but that time had passed. she was soon to be queen, and he had sworn an oath to protect her, not just as her friend but as her commander. he couldn’t be tristan, the boy who had grown up with her anymore. he had to be sir valenwood, the knight who would shield her from whatever storms came her way—even if it meant stepping back. "i’ve missed you too, leyla," he replied quietly, forcing a small smile. he wanted to say more, to tell her how much it pained him to see her trapped in a life she hadn’t chosen, but words failed him. all he could do was be there, silently walking beside her, as they both wrestled with the ghosts of what once was.

[honeybeehimbowrites]

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Drew heard Amira lock the door and he knew that was settling his fate, he was nervous about getting caught but it was also exciting? His head was a mess right now, but as soon as he heard Amira mentioning leaving he knew he didn't want that. "No, no. That doesn't sound good at all." Drew said shaking his head before pulling her in for another kiss. "Can't believe I'm with an older woman." Drew teased with a little smile, sure she was only four years older than him, but still it was a little amusing to him. He did care about Amira though, and he didn't know how she felt. But it was more than sex to him. He liked being around her, but they hadn't had talk yet.

[bcforedcwn]

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Ah yes, she always knew just how to strike him that it burned. It was a part of the reason he was so attracted to Audrey in the first place. She wasn’t easy to seduce, she was a fighter, and he loved the chase. “You’re not looking at me.” He noted out loud, just to continue to play with her lower lip. Damien kept the distance between them at a minimum. His free hand moving up to her waist and giving a small squeeze. When she finally looked into his, his eyes only seemed to give away how much this delighted him. Oh yes there was the look. “You’re not? I don’t believe you” He told her simply, before seeming to think for a moment. “Alright then, kiss me. Kiss me and prove that you feel nothing.” 

[atvrvxia]

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                          HE SUPPOSED that her reaction was more than fair. after all, he was literally crashing on what was supposed to be the best day of her life. he was a selfish bastard. and part of him did feel bad about that. if he was less emotionally constipated and less afraid of commitment, then perhaps they wouldn’t be in this situation. “so if i wasn’t supposed to be invited, then why the hell did the invitation end up with my assistant?” axel demanded, staring her down. “oh come on juliet,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “are you serious right now? you’re really going to marry some guy who can’t even make you cum?”