#devildestined

   Frustration was pouring off Vera in waves. The ink on her divorce papers was still fresh. It felt like it had been an eternity since she had slept with anyone. Needless to say it was starting to get to her. Of course her work schedule did nothing to help that. She was running a successful company and it was going to drive her crazy. Perhaps that was why she was sitting in her office when she was supposed to be meeting a friend. One of her hands had slid down underneath the pencil skirt that decorated her legs. It was by no means sane but she had an itch that she couldn't seem to scratch. Her chair was turned so that her back was facing the door. Her brows were furrowed as her fingers reached to rub at that small bundle of nerves. Her breath hitched in her throat, moving her fingers in small circles. She went on like that for a good ten minutes before letting out a frustrated huff," Son of a bitch."

           “dude, are you locked out of your fuckin’ apartment?” she asks the other, an eyebrow raised as she looks down at the other, sitting on the floor of the hallway. “or do you just find the ground out here comfortable, or somethin’?” 

                        ( @devildestined ) " just give me a hint as to what’s in the box. ” the girl’s teeth sink into her bottom lip as she unravels the bow so pristinely wrapped around her gift, a mixture of both excitement and nerves running through her system. she’d always been fond of the holidays having grown up receiving mountains of gifts, but those had always been from a specifically curated list she’d given to family members. this, well she was quite uncertain of what was contained within the beautiful box, and while she appreciated the gesture from the other seeing as they didn’t exactly have to get her anything, clarisse was ultimately all too anxious to see what was inside. “ it’s not anything super kinky, is it? because there’s still marks and my wrists from the ropes we used last time. ” jokes fluttering off tongue lazily, as she pulls back the lid. 

Nervously biting at her lip, Genevieve made sure she had everything she needed to summon the demon. She couldn’t even believe she had managed to talk herself into this. She took a deep breath, tying her long, black hair into a ponytail. “Okay, Genevieve. You’re going to do this.” She sucked in another breath, lighting the four candles she’d bought at the store hours earlier. She had all the required ingredients, writing a list she checked off whenever she got one of them. Genevieve wouldn’t call herself special, but normal people usually got a best friend, or even a boyfriend to take their virginity, but here she was - summoning a freaking demon of lust. Her hands shook slightly as she lit the last candle, outing it with air from her lips before she tossed the matchstick away. The bowl of mixed ingredients sat on the floor atop a Baphomet, and she looked at the piece of paper with the written incantation and pronounced the words in her head. “Don’t chicken out now.” She muttered to herself, her eyes closed as she let out a shaky breath. “Okay, here goes nothing.” Reopening her eyes, Genevieve looked down at the paper, reciting the words out loud. “Ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me.” After saying the words, Genevieve went still, sitting on the floor as she glanced around her bedroom. Did it actually work? She didn’t know if she was hoping it did or not.

      ❝ be nice to me. ❞ she whispers, trailing her fingers down the others forearm to grab their wrist. ❝ i'm telling you that i'm sorry so the least you could do is speak to me.. ––– it's not like i did it to get others attention. ❞ emelia pouts, pulling their hand in between her legs. ❝ thought you liked me like this ––– me not wearing panties has never bothered you before. ❞

                     🌹 || She'd stepped out of the shower just moments ago, bare feet now crossing the cold wooden floor as delicate hands used a towel to try and dry wet hair. ❝I'm not sure when Marcus is supposed to be back, but you can wait around here if you want.❞ The youthful blonde spoke calmly of her roommate, one close enough to call family by now. ❝I can give him a call if you want,❞ a small offer as one hand moved to fix the collar of her thin robe.

               maybe it was a bit much to show up in some sort of semi-jealous rage she was in. but pandora had seen him on a date, and it set off something inside her that it shouldn’t have considering their relationship was nothing much beyond sex and friendship. the brunette was banging against the door an unnecessary amount until antonio finally opened the door. she shoved at his chest without thinking, sending him stumbling backward into the apartment. “so we’re going on dates with other people now, are we?” she asked, clearly irritated from her tone of voice. she needed to dial it back, but controlling her temper had never exactly been pandora’s strong suit. slamming the door shut behind her, she crossed her arms over her chest. “you could have at least told me, you know.”

“i didn’t invite you so that you could judge me the whole time you were with me. stop looking at me like that.”