#ecdgame

“babe, come on...” amelia murmurs as she crawls over to veronica, placing herself just behind the sketchbook the other woman appears to be absorbed in.  “i’m bored, wanna fuck you,” she continues on in that lusty voice, long and delicate fingers trailing up her girlfriend’s thigh, halting only once she was a mere couple inches from her warm sex.  “put down the sketchbook for a bit, yeah? we need some us time, i think.  don’t you?”

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@ecdgame

@ecdgame — he’d done this enough times to know how to do it. he’d see the pretty girl (likely a blonde) and react before he could second-guess it. typically he would stalk them for weeks; learn their daily life and then steal them from it. but it was different tonight; he had a bit of whiskey and she kept looking at him in ways that all he craved was to have her. so, he took her. it wasn’t hard to drug her drink; passing as she was talking to someone and slipping the powder into her neon colored drink. and then, soon, she was stumbling out and he was aiding her to get home; a friend of her friend; a lie that he made up and she was fucked up enough to believe. by the time they were to his car, she was completely out of it against his shoulder. he tossed her into the backseat of his car before going to his place. she would be out all night, he knew that. he took his time cleaning her up; bathing her and shaving her body. even going as far as to dress her in a silk nightgown; his favorite. he brushed her hair and laid her down onto the bed; dragging a red lipstick across her pouty lips before he’s chaining her ankle to the bed; she wouldn’t be able to go close enough to the door or windows to leave, but could make it into the bathroom. for the rest of the night, he explored her body with his hands. eventually, he slept and returned in the morning with some water and some sort of breakfast for her. he walked to the bed and bent down as he held the bottle of the water; “it’s time to wake up, dear. you need water.”, his words vocalizing the moment he saw her eyes blink open.

This was wearing more on Ashton than he thought it would, and more than he was showing. He knew this was going to hurt Luke, being the ‘front man’ of the band and the one who wasn’t as ready as Ashton was to come out. He sighed softly, as the other told him he didn’t think he’d be able too, and wrapped his arms around the other male, closing his eyes. “I.. I know,” He hid his face into the others hair nervously. He was going to be strong through this like always. Through Luke’s disastrous ex girlfriend, through the downfall of their popularity after their second album, through all the rough moments, he wouldn’t let it hurt him, not now at least. He bit down on his lip and sniffled, a few more tears of the thousands he’d already shed falling. “I know, I know,” He paused and wiped his eyes, cupping Luke’s face and looking him in the eyes. “Michael and Calum love us, we both heard those voicemails, I’m sure it’ll be fine. A-and the fans they.. They paid to come see us,” He whispered and looked down. “We can do this, we’ve been doing this. We dont even need to make a statement if we dont want too.”

          while nicholas had grown accustomed to being waited on hand and foot for majority of his life, he was more often than not a sweetheart to the servants that his father hired. that was unless they had been rude to him first hand; however, he was always saying his ‘thank you’s’ and ‘you’re welcomes’, whenever any of the servants had done any task for him. that particular morning, he had to be up earlier than normal because he had been informed that he had a meeting with his father and a few other diplomats of the nation to discuss reforms. so, after dressing in his charcoal colored suit, he had made his way down to the kitchen to have his everyday breakfast. his dress shoes hitting against the marble floor as he stepped. typically, he ate alone unless one of the staff had decided to eat with him, and he always allowed that. to be a prince he was very down to earth with everyone who worked there, and there was his favorite servant that definitely gave him a run for his money that had met him in the kitchen. his dark, green eyes had looked up from his plate of food with a soft smile as he mumbled in a low voice. “morning, darling.”