#persephonyed

[beingalones]

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"i wouldn't have picked you as the paranoid type. what are you so scared of?"

[fauxpunks]

lil rip. 🖤🥀⛓️ are you streaming today? i'm lowkey bored lol but all g if you're not fam is driving me crazy but i don't feel like booting up cod lmao idk

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[fauxpunks]

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"look. i don't normally do this sort of thing, because it's not my place, but ..... s/he's a good kid. s/he can't keep coming in late, the other kids stare and routine is really important for my students."

[beingalones]

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a couple of days of too much sun, surf, alcohol and lennon had kiki riding a sort of high. it was evident that despite the slight hangover, the mess of her curly dark hair and the exhaustion she felt in her body, her mood was elevated. she was grinning as she spotted the blonde in the kitchen, making a beeline over as she greeted her. "so, what's on the agenda for today, captain? and please don't say another horror movie drinking game, i think we're lucky we didn't get alcohol poisoning with those loose ass rules you came up with." it was only close to midday, but she figured they still had a whole day ahead of them.

[fauxpunks]

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suggested plot: they won their case, the office got drunk, and juno dared him that he wouldn't fuck her in his office with everyone around. or they just lost a case, she offered to suck his dick as compensation, and this is where they are now.

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it was honestly a blur and he hated that it was. it was no secret that august wanted to fuck the girl. at this point, even his wife suspected them of it. but he was good! he was totally good. he only jerked off in his office when she was around a few times, hoping she'd catch him and offer to help out. gus wasn't entirely sure if she was playing it up for fun, but it was giving her different cases and he was sure happy to be used if it meant more time for them to work together. and then there he was, hands wrapped around her throat, piledriving his cock into her over and over like he hadn't had sex in years. desperate, hungry thrusts, making sure it hit inside of her at the perfect angle. breathless, he spewed out obscenities. pulled her head back so he could look into her eyes as he grunted, "aren't you so lucky, taking daddy's cock?"

[fauxpunks]

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suggested plot: "you look really pretty when you do that." "take a picture, it'll last longer." "okay."

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the life he lead up until that moment of lennon getting on her knees should not have worked. karma was not real. but there she was, his pretty blond princess, showing off between his knees in the most beautiful display he'd ever seen. "how fucked of me is it to say that i'm gonna use this video to jerk off when you're off at work?" he breathed out, watching as the tip of his length bounced against her cheek. he sighed out, stepping wider, jutting his hips out and holding his phone closer to himself. "show me how much you miss my cock when you're at work, princess."

[beingalones]

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as the waitress stepped away, warner reached up to cup his shoulder over his t-shirt, trying to work his fingers over the tense knots that had formed there over the last few hours. relentless police questioning did that to a person, not to mention the fact that they'd treated him like he was the one who'd done it and not the one who'd walked in on the dead body of his favourite professor. when he'd spotted olive on his way out of the police station, somehow they'd wandered together to the parking lot, only for him to suggest they head to the twenty-four hour diner up the street. for some reason, she'd agreed and now there they were, sitting in awkward, heavy silence. "did they ask you anything weird?" he asked out of the blue, trying to break it.

[rosesonbreeze]

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"If you'd gone and changed your mind, I believe you are hours too late." The newly minted Prince Carlton muses, catching his dear friend and now bride in the gardens. True to the spectacle of royalty, their wedding is an immaculate affair. Jacqueline's family pour their gold coins and prestige onto the abbey, then the celebration ball thereafter. Ensuring everyone, friend and foe alike, know that Jacqueline Knightley is now Mrs. Wentworth. A triumph - although it isn't theirs.

Over the months of planning and preparing, it's Carlton and Jacqueline who make their betrothal come to life. Making it known, low and high, that theirs isn't just allyship. It's an allegiance of dear friends, who truly care for one another. How many marriages can say that?

They are well into the grand affair now, with guests beginning to shuffle off. Amidst the revelry, he finds Jacqueline sitting pretty in the gardens. What was going through her mind? Regret? Worry?

"Was it my dancing?" He asks coyly, disguising his concern with wry commentary. The fear is always there; that he is too low-born, too childish to be a husband to a Princess, especially when it's Jacqueline. But like all things, he plays it off, placing a hand on the small of her back.