Webley MK IV
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Webley MK IV
“Oh are you?” Russell questions, enjoying the view the girl’s new position offers. He doesn’t have another class for a while and he’s never been more glad for that extra bit of time because his imagination is already getting the better of him. “Show me then, and we can talk about your grade afterwards.” He can feel the need to have her hand just a little higher, but he plays it cool and let’s her prove the lengths she’s willing to go to make up her failure to him.
A knot twists in her stomach the higher her hand reaches. Despite the bout of trepidation that surges, she doesn’t tear her gaze away, fingers tightening on his upper thigh. Luiza shifts closer, to a more comfortable position as her hand covers his crotch, tugs down his zipper. Slipping her hand inside the trousers, Luiza feels him through the material beneath, the outline in her hand as she palms him, feels him hardening in her hand.
Ah, jeez. He was fine a minute ago, laughing and playing Pokemon Go with his friends, and now– now she’s here, standing in front of him, and he’s as red as a tomato, scratching his head nervously. He didn’t expect Daniel to call her over, shooting him a suggestive glance and greeting her with a hug as though nothing’s wrong at all. Him, on the other hand, he barely manages a stuttered, “Hey,” trying his best to sound cool and collected. Unfortunately, he’s used the hand that’s occupied with his phone to wave and subsequently drops his phone on the concrete, hearing the crack of the screen immediately. Of course he had to be standing on the only spot of concrete in the entire park, and of course she had to throw him off to the point of him literally breaking his phone upon seeing her. Of course. It was just his luck.
Nalessa was slightly biting the inside of her cheek. When he started talking again, she looked at him, tilting her head a bit as the other started started to ask her what seemed to be a invitation to go on a date. A soft smile went onto her face, excitement and happiness pumped through her, though she tried not to show it past a big grin. She leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Of course I’ll go on a date with you.” She said.
Her reaction triggers him to sigh out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and his lips curve upwards into a smile. “Good!” Wait, he sounds a little too enthuastic. Clearing his throat, he frowns, nodding casually. “I mean, good. Yeah.” The smile grows as she kisses him on the cheek, and his face flames. “Are you free tonight? Where d’you wanna go?” Leonardo feels a little shy around her all of a sudden. They’d hung out plenty of times, but this was entirely different.
does my sleep deprivation and self loathing turn you on
UNBELIEVABLE
I can’t stop watching this. he’s a Chaotic Neutral demigod.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “No, that doesn’t mean you’re ugly, you’re really nice and you’re very handsome, they’re just not into nice and handsome. They like to make bad choices.” She said, looking at him as he asked that question. She was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. She wanted to say something to make him feel better, but she wasn’t about to go and feed into something that would turn her even more jealous. “I… don’t know.” She said with a shrug.
A laugh borne partly by relief and partly by flattery. “Okay, good.” It takes him a moment to register the avertion of his gaze. Leonardo can’t look at her for a moment, a little timid at being complimented. Particularly by someone as pretty -- well, she was more than pretty, she was... then he paused. “Uhhh,” he scratched the back of his head again, looking around for a moment before meeting her gaze. “Would you?” As though that wasn’t vague enough. “Kiss me. Or just -- I don’t know. Go on a date with me. I guess.” He’s shrugging as he says it, trying to say it as casually as possible so that if she turns him down, he can avoid the embarrassment and pass it off as a joke. His face says otherwise; there’s a blush on his cheeks as he pushes back his hair.
This is exactly the reaction Russell had been expecting, and wanting. Still he manages a chuckle and a small shake of his head as she begins fumbling with buttons. “Luiza you should be very careful with making promises, someone might misinterpret the lengths you’re willing to go in order to get what you want.” Eyes dropping to the curve of the girl’s breast he doesn’t bother with trying to hide the way his gaze lingers. Tongue darting out to wet his lips, Russell settles back in his chair the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. “And I’d hate for there to be a misunderstanding between us.”
Clearly, it was the right move. And the action is thrilling, undressing in front of him like this, fingers stumbling on her blouse. The sweep of his gaze across her sends a shiver down her spine, and she stands up. With a shake of her head, she moves toward where he sits, kneels down beside him. “No misunderstanding, sir.” Luiza’s hand finds his leg and trails slowly toward his crotch. “I’m a big girl. I can keep a secret.” She hopes that he won’t slap her away. The grade is at the back of her mind now, with him so close and his leg beneath her hand.
i really want dark, angsty, fucked-up shit right now. catfish plots where the catfisher is doing it for revenge, or is actually someone the catfishee trusts (friend, class mate, colleague…). toxic friendship/relationship in which both sides start to spiral into bad habits/behavior because of the other. good girl/boy getting ruined by a bad person. not even any of that, “their love changed them” crap. just straight up ruining a good person bc it’s fun to them. (fr)enemies at school who have really intense interactions and try to fuck the other person over and they’re so petty and sometimes violent and always hateful and just. tension. if any of this seems at all interesting to you, come talk to me! :3
he listens to their pleading, and reasoning, and excuses for failing to turn in the assignment on time. they’re good reasons, russell can at least admit that to himself, but that doesn’t mean he’s at all inclined to make things easy for the girl. “as sympathetic as i am to your plight, that still doesn’t change the fact that you failed to turn in your paper on time. so…unless you have an alternative to me simply giving you a pass for the hell of it i’m going to have to mark your grade down as a zero.”
Is he serious? He looks serious. And after all that pleading--! God, he wasn’t joking when he’d warned them that he’d be strict. But she’s desperate, grasping at straws, almost begging at this point. “You don’t understand. I can’t get a zero.” She shakes her head firmly, staring up at him with wide eyes. What’s she supposed to do? Then a thought occurs to her. “Please?” Luiza’s fingers wander toward the buttons on her shirt. A few are already undone, and her fingers fumble as she pulls another two apart, enough to flash the curve of her breasts. “I’ll do anything.”
"Put your clothes on,“ stated Michael, doing his best to keep himself calm. Normally he had no problems keeping himself in check. Though it had been a while since he had fucked a woman. Even longer since he had seen one naked. Though he hadn’t intended on changing that with the girl that was in front of him,” Put your clothes on and walk out of here and we can act like this never happened, understood?“
She continues unsnapping her bra and tosses it aside. His words fall on deaf ears as she wiggles the panties from her hips, shaking her head and grinning up at him mischeviously. “Nuh uh,” she shakes her head, a giggle following the sounds. “You'll have to put them on for me, and you can’t do that without touching me.” Batting her eyelashes up at him innocently, Luiza raises her eyebrows expectantly, hands lowering the underwear around her hips.
"This is so fucking weird for me,“ mumbled Vera under her breath. Part of her still couldn’t believe that she was even doing what she was. Her hand reached up to push some of her hair from her face,” I"ve never done this.“ She had never actually hired someone just for the purpose of fucking them but someone in her position didn’t have time to date. In fact she barely had a social life. She inhaled sharply and glanced around before looking back towards them,” So I pay you for the whole night and then we just what? Do whatever I want?“
A laugh drifts from his lips. He’s accustomed to the odd customer being clueless as to what they should do, feeling uncomfortable at the prospect of paying someone to fuck them. It was his job to relax them, to make them feel as comfortable as possible. Artair shrugs, grinning back at her. “It’s alright. There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” He teases. She’s beautiful enough that he wouldn’t force her to pay him under any circumstances, but he realizes that there’s a certain discretion attached to payment that makes it easier for the customer. “That’s exactly right,” he confirms. “Anything you want.”
She could hear disappointment in Leonardo’s voice. Well, she felt a bit guilty, not that every single time she didn’t ask, but that was what she was doing lately. She bit her bottom lip and sighed, for a little moment thinking of telling him the truth, but gulped it down. “Yeah! I don’t get why I always need to be asking for you, just because they’re my friends.” She started. “I can’t help but think you can do a little better too. I love my friends, but the one’s you’re asking out, or asking me to ask out, are a bit shallow and think they’re too good for any man who doesn’t look like a Justin Bieber wanna be or a viner fuckboy.” She confessed bluntly.
He’s entirely clueless and perhaps more than a little stupid. “I don’t know. I thought--” A sigh. He didn’t couldn’t face them looking at him pitingly as they turned him down, but he wasn’t about to let her know that. It was much too embarrassing. “I thought it’d be easier.” The last part is muttered. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to upset you.” He feels bad, reaching out and placing his hand on her shoulder, rubbing her arm. Taken aback by what she says, he raises his eyebrows, uncertain of whether to feel offended or grateful, but entirely confused. “Well, thanks. But wait a second, does that also mean you think I’m ugly?” Then he scratches the back of his neck. “Who should I be asking?”
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❝ why’re you so nervous? ❞ he asks, closing his door behind the female before taking a seat in the large leather chair behind his desk. he motions for her to sit in the seat placed directly in front of him. ❝ you shouldn’t have anything to be nervous about, right? ❞ wolf doesn’t even give her a chance to answer before he’s flipping through papers. ❝ i wanted to promote you.. ––– but there’s some talk of you leaving? is that true? ❞
“I- I’m not.” The lie is stuttered. She can’t help it; his voice, his face, his size -- everything about him puts her on edge. She’s trying to act normal, but finds herself tucking strands of hair behind her ears that aren’t even loose. The situation doesn’t make it any easier. Maria’s caught off guard by the word. “Promote me?” She manages to stop herself before she can ask why. “I didn’t-- nobody told me that.” That changes things. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. Does he know about the drugs? “I thought you wanted me out.”
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“I’m sorry, she said she wasn’t interested.” Not that Nalessa even asked. He always kept asking her to ask her friends for a date, and she got jealous every time. “Why are you always asking me to ask them? Why don’t you ask them yourself?” She pressed him, folding her arms over her chest.
“Oh.” Leonardo was never able to hide the disappointment in his voice, no matter how many times he faced the rejection. “Ah -- okay, I guess.” What was he supposed to do? Force the girls to date him? Then Nalessa asked the question, he frowned, caught off guard. “I dunno. ‘Cause they’re your friends. It’s less awkward. I think.” The expression on her face, one of annoyance, made him pause. “Are you mad at me?”