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@rdireborn continued from x.
Eili had really tried to do her best as his personal assistant. She just couldn't seem to get it right though. She was desperate to keep her job though, needing the money. So when he suggested that she strip, she hesitantly did it. She moaned as he fucked her into the desk. "Oh god you feel amazing Daddy," she moaned out, not realizing what she had called him.
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@w0rldsgr3at3st continued from x.
After everything that had happened, Kori made it back to her room and got dressed before collapsing on her bed. She was still dazed, her brain muddled and confused about it all.
@insightscursed asked:
Of those who had stood on the reaping stage every year since the 50th games, the younger victor never quite looked anyone in the eyes... except for, noticeably, each tribute. A thin woman with hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, always dressed to cover most of her body (which by most whispers in the district, she had been involved in rebel plots gone wrong and suffered for it). Wide, grey eyes, followed the two names called in the sea of faces... never leaving them. And, somehow less comforting, there wasn't a hint of an expression. Not of sympathy. Not of pity. Just a stare that drilled into your soul if you looked long enough.
And now they were on the train... and those same eyes stared at the tributes with occasional interest. Her head tilted slightly, as if considering something to herself, her head only perking up if the other victor asked something of her... once the other had left, she stepped forward. Wiress took a breath as she looked at the tributes, deciding to try her best to be a 'mentor.' "Your easiest way to survive is to do what we both did..." her voice was weak, shaking a little, but seemingly trying to hold itself steady, "Avoid the others... and use your abilities to your advantage."
Fila can't deny that he's terrified. It shows, in the way his shoulders hunch in, curls falling over his eyes, in the way he keeps fiddling with the ring on a piece of cord that hangs around his neck, a gift from his sobbing mother before they'd said goodbye in the hall of justice. The short time with her before they'd been brought to the train had not been long enough, and how he wishes he could still be there, wrapped in her embrace, or better yet, at home, safe for another year. But fate is cruel, and in its way has decided that at thirteen years old, Fila should face the arena. That at thirteen years old, he should go to his almost inevitable death.
While the boy knows of their district victors, at least a little, he can't say that he really knows them. Just the basics, who they are, what games they won, the vague idea of how they did it. District 3 isn't exactly a common winner. Factories, technology, their work is important, but it's not usually overly conducive to winning in the arena, especially not when the careers are factored in. Older, stronger, more experienced, with no qualms about killing, meanwhile he cried for three days when the mangy old street cat he'd been sneaking scraps to had died of old age. Still, Fila listens, still toying with the necklace. Avoid the others. Definitely for the best. "A-abilities?" He's not really sure what he can claim to have. Small? Quick?
open starter -> Evelyn -> m/f/nb, 21+ || moots & non-mutuals @indiestarter inspo: [[ X ]] or [[ X ]] & [[ X ]]
”I think I’m in Heaven,” Evelyn panted, letting her lover stroke her cock, hungry for them to get more aggressive and really jerk her off, or even suck her. Despite HRT, Evelyn was still…well-endowed…between her legs, and her lovers tended to enjoy that and be mesmerized by it. “Please, baby, keep stroking me. Use your mouth if you’re comfortable with it too,” she pleaded with them, knowing they loved being begged to give oral. “I’ll spend myself anywhere you want if you get me there with your mouth,” she offered, reaching up and playing with her own ‘perfect’ nipples, extra sensitive from the hormones. ”I know you love the big load I can give you all over you sometimes,” she smirked down at her lover, “I’ll make you climax twice over if you are a good slut,” she offered wth a smirk as her erection leaked pre-cme.
((Another old ZyJules pic bc I can. Under the cut bc...non-sexual nudity? idk
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Open starter, verse: tbd ;;
𝑹𝑼𝑩𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑺 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴, 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾 𝑭𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑫. "Have you seen my reading glasses anywhere?" She seemed especially vexed, having been searching for them for quite a few minutes now -- which would be understandable, were they not currently perched on her nose.
@clairerevfield from here
"You're right, your home will never recover from the mess I've made." Ethan laughs softly, still a little sleepy and in a very good mood. He can over think and panic or regret later. Or he might never get to that point.
Or maybe Chris will punch him to death once he finds out. Not the greatest outcome, but laying on the floor mattress, seeing Claire look so comfortable and happy, it's well worth it. They both needed it; a break from the bullshit of their lives.
He gently lifts her hand from his chest to his mouth so he can kiss her palm. "Well, shit. I was hoping I'd sneak out of here and get some breakfast, but now I've gotta be a gentleman and ask if you wanna come with." He doesn't have a hangover, but years of habit from when he did get them is telling him to get something greasy and magical. Probably involving eggs. Or, if there's good chicken fried chicken. And eggs.
He sits up, looking around. He honestly didn't take in any details the night before, but he's pretty sure his shirt's out in the hall. And if Claire makes good on her threat to take it, he's absolutely going to see how well one of hers fits him.
open // verse tbd ;;
It took far more alcohol to affect Nan than it did the average person, but with enough time and effort, she had become well and proper drunk. "Hey," she slurred, leaning forward with a grin. "You're real nice to me. 'S real nice. Makes me wanna do something about it. Something nice." What that was remained a mystery. She hadn't thought that far ahead yet.
