[softestaura]

Zendaya for Vogue Italia July 2022

Makeup by Raoul Alejandre

[sagamemes]

lighthearted spoopy aus.

super cheap new home turns out to be haunted but the ghost is actually kind of cool and we’re essentially roommates now

i’ve known you for years and i can see that you’re not well. you look super sickly, you never leave your house and i know you haven’t been eating, please tell me you’ve not developed an addiction or are feeling s—oh, you’re a vampire. that’s… almost a relief actually.

spending a night alone in a haunted house, hearing sounds and seeing furniture move when you leave the room, only to finally investigate the ghost and to find out there’s another person who’s also spending the night in the house and thought your noises were the ghost

demon summoning ritual with a friend or a significant other who’s been very against the whole thing the entire night and when it’s done they manifest inside the circle and that’s how you find out you’ve been hanging out with a demon for years

we’re both ancient immortal beings but we look like 15 and that’s forcing us to stay on top of memes if we want to blend in and it’s simultaneously the best and the worst thing of our lives

a ghost is attached to an object. the current owner of the object moves to a new house. the new house is haunted by another ghost, and they now need t learn to live with the situation

frankenstein situation but the creator is actually parent material and it goes better

my supernatural pseudo dad saved you by turning you in hopes we’d fall in love but i’m gay and haven’t come out to him yet

[bareums]

Just Between Lovers (2017)

[cvvalier]

one  night  his  younger  brother  came  home  looking  disheveled,  confused,  and  dazed.  there  were  evident  red  spots  on  his  neck,  ringing  a  bell  in  the  older's  head  that  his  brother  did  more  than  just  go  to  work.  theodore  didn't  ask  as  it  was  his  baby  bro's  personal  business.  the  next  time  he  came  home  with  a  girl  also  confused,  a  little  rugged,  and  likely  upset.  her  name  was  nya,  and  he  wondered  if  she  could  stay  for  a  night.  it  had  been  clear  the  girl  was  having  a  tough  time  without  entirely  asking,  but  theo  kept  his  curiosity  himself  and  let  her  stay.  his  brother  wasn't  exactly  discreet  that  he  cared  for  this  girl,  blushing  every  single  time  she  would  say  something.  then  came  friday.  he  had  been  at  work  at  the  time,  but  nya  staying  was  a  green  light,  and  it  didn't  surprise  him  when  the  troubled  girl  would  crash  at  their  place.  only  once  he  returned,  they  were  waiting  for  him  at  the  small  kitchen  table,  like  two  quiet  mice.  the  following  came  as  a  shock  as  well  as  made  things  click  into  place.  pregnancy  —  she  was  six  weeks  pregnant  with  orion's  child.  the  conversation  had  been  light  and  short,  and  everyone  was  dismissed  until  the  evening  when  nya  went  in  for  a  nap,  and  it  was  just  him  and  his  brother.  "  what  were  you  thinking,  orion?  "  @protcsts​

[cvvalier]

solisocasum​:

some pasta in the menu she doesn’t bother all too much to analyze is ordered and her attention is quickly returned to him. sure, hyesoo might have succeeded in getting some space between them but it’s no easy task what she’s just conducted. it’s terrifying to think that she may let go this much over physical attraction, but even worse because what she’s seen so far doesn’t make her dislike him any. he’s freer than her in that sense, and it’s been evident since they first exchange greetings. does he scare her? not because of the reasons he might consider— the worst his nature can do to her is kill her and death is a companion she’s danced for so long, that the mere threat of it doesn’t get more than a few blinks from her. “you asked me earlier and i think now, yes, you frighten me very much.” her mouth dries a little and she’s quick to get some wine, though the liquid does nothing to aid her with that sensation. “we barely danced and you gave me what i think you would consider the chastest kiss,” she hesitates for a moment, a brief pause as she ponders whether or not to share her thoughts until finally deciding that she can. “and yet here i am, wondering what it would be like if you touch and kiss me more,” her head cants to the side then, feelings are thrown into the air like she would do with words words, and they’re no less powerful than the other; she barely manages to mirror his smile albeit more subtly. “i’m not sure who has more power over whom right now,” she spills it as a low murmur, uncaring if it reaches his ears or not. she’s shared more than enough on this matter than she would but maybe it’s because she’s interacted with anyone like him.

hyesoo  was  different  than  the  women  he  was  used  to.  robust,  sexually  confident  women.  they  knew  what  they  wanted  from  him,  and  he  most  likely  delivered.  her  admission  was  beautiful  in  the  sense  that  it  bore  with  honesty.  uriel  does  not  know  how  innocent  her  regard  went  —  if  she  had  never  been  touched  before  in  her  life.  she  was  sensitive  to  it,  with  blooming  red  cheeks,  and  he  had  yet  to  thoroughly  kiss  her.  "  what  are  you  so  afraid  of?  "  the  outcome  wasn't  anything  horrendous  it  would  be  the  most  fascinating  thing  he  would  ever  have  to  witness.  she'd  be  like  a  blooming  flower  beneath  him,  against  him,  anything  she  wished.  "  would  it  harm  you  if  i  did  kiss  you  the  way  i  would  want  to?  "  would  she  despise  him  for  it?  a  taste  he  would  like  to  relish  and  perhaps  a  desire  that  would  ease  the  tension  within  her.  uriel  didn't  mind  the  wait  either  —  he  promised  to  behave  himself  and  respect  her  pacing  and  boundaries.  the  last  thing  he  needed  was  for  her  to  accept,  only  for  herself  to  be  disappointed  or  uncomfortable  by  it.  his  sensitive  ears  did  pick  up  the  previous  sentence,  and  he  softly  chuckled  —  they  both  got  it  bad.  

[cvvalier]

protcsts​: 

change  isn’t  something  siwoo  often  does  ,  but  the  last  twenty-four  hours  have  been  full  of  it.  with  the  confession  of  feelings  came  a  new  closeness  ,  that  he  very  much  enjoyed  ,  although  it  remained  quite  similar  to  what  it  always  was  with  touches  lingering  a  bit  longer.  while  he’s  on  a  roll  ,  what’s  one  more  ?  his  hair  now  lighter  and  with  highlights.  he  likes  it  ,  for  now.  the  date  they  agreed  on  isn’t  anything  out  of  the  ordinary  for  the  pair.  dinner  at  their  favourite  joint  followed  by  a  stroll  in  the  park.  only  the  label  of  the  outing  makes  it  different  to  their  usual  hangouts.  he  occupies  time  with  the  owner’s  dog  ,  while  waiting  for  his  girlfriend.  a  cute  and  playful  little  thing  the  animal  is.  “  some  things  don’t  change  ,  mm  ?  ”  he  gives  her  a  smile.  “  you  look  pretty  ,  mimi.  ”

"  hey!  I'm  always  on  time—  "  she  wasn't,  but  that  didn't  matter  right  now.  mimi's  jaw  dropped  at  the  new  visual  that  was  her  boyfriend.  what  the  fuck  is  that!?  he  was  probably  wondering  why  she  wasn't  saying  anything,  staring  at  him  with  her  mouth  catching  flies.  "  your  hair...  "  highlighted  with  streaks  of  blond,  making  him  very,  very  handsome.  which  he  had  always  been,  but  now  her  heart  fluttered  like  crazy.  she  somehow  blinked  out  of  her  reverie,  all  up  in  his  personal  space  to  touch  his  hair,  fingers  digging  through  carefully.  "  wow,  didn't  think  you  would  ever.  why  are  you  so  stupidly  hot?  for  what!  "

[alleycatboy]

she needs dick from a weird nerd

[cvvalier]

sugaredz​:

a starter for @cvvalier​​ !

four hundred years, maybe give, give or take… daiyu’s life had purpose. quite a specific one at that ― well enough that she can explain it (in depth, too) without a breaths notice. could show you endless papers of research and paper trails, birth certificates, trying to find some thing, or some one that could lead her to everything she wished for. such purpose made her world go round, ever spinning on its axis until one day it shan’t need to anymore. but daiyu finds she doesn’t need assist in making her world spin lately ― spending many nights hidden away in a place she once called home, growing up. and if she’s not there, well, she’s nursing a glass of wine or several after an evening of turning someone elses world upside down with occasions and experiences he’d never quite managed to find on his own back in that quaint place he called home too. daiyu can count the number of kisses she’s stolen from wei, how many times they left him blushing or almost spilling his wine, how many times he’d tried… and failed at scolding her for getting a little too welcome with his leg beneath some table or hidden in the dark. for everything she can count though, or repeat to memory, there are a few things she’s unsure of. perhaps tonight will be the night she finally gets an answer out of him. whether it’s one she wishes for or not. tonight they find themselves perched at a table upon a terrace of some bar whose name daiyu can’t remember. pushing the glass aside, she pays it no mind, having paid little attention to it for a time now. “wei,” daiyu says out of the blue of comfortable silence “are you courting me? or am i courting you already? i know this is a little out of the blue and i don’t want to ruin the evening but i had to ask. its been bugging me all day.” she pauses only to breathe once, “well, not all day, for a while actually.”

once,  he  stood  in  the  middle  of  the  courtyard,  the  world  crackling  and  opening  up  the  sky  as  rain  forces  through  and  waters  the  lands.  it  was  shaped  in  the  form  of  his  former  childhood  friend  —  crashing  through  the  doors  with  her  wild  winds  and  lightning  strikes.  it  tastes  like  it,  too,  tiny  little  sparks  whenever  daiyu  boldly  would  kiss  his  lips  and  leave  him  speechless.  the  warlock  did  not  know  what  to  do  with  it  at  first,  describe  this  very  feeling  that  he  had  been  experiencing  ever  since  her  return.  it  was  everything  and  nothing  like  magic  —  the  gorgeous  woman  casting  a  spell  on  him  that  he  couldn't  break  free  from.  wei  wasn't  exactly  trying  to  do  so.  he  let  it  all  happen  because  the  sensation  was  great,  that  pillowy  touch  of  her  plump  lips,  how  his  heart  rises  and  beats.  he  couldn't  fight  it  any  longer  —  deeply  affectionate  at  this  point.  they  were  once  more  sitting  in  some  dainty  bar,  drinks  shared  between  the  two  individuals.  the  two  used  to  a  set-up  that  was  something  like  a  routine  of  sorts.  a  date,  perhaps?  if  that  was  what  the  newer  kids  were  calling  it.  wei  was  lost  in  his  drink  when  he  perked  up  at  his  name,  "  we're  courting  each  other.  "  he  scratched  his  neck.  had  he  thought  wrong?  "  i  apologize  if  that  had  been  unclear.  "  he  reached  out  his  hand  to  grasp  hers.  "  i'm  yours,  daiyu.  "  

[cvvalier]

sugaredz​:

a starter for @cvvalier​​​ !

bundling the shopping bags down on kat’s couch, henry shuffles back to the entry way to finally put on his slippers. she’d needed some things and what kind of doting boyfriend would he be if he hadn’t obliged? nowadays, they’ve been together long enough for him to know better, and for kat to catch on entirely. not that he can blame her. “before you start opening your goodies, i have something to tell you.” not a great way to start, henry realizes, but only once it’s too late. “don’t ask me why, i’m suspicious enough as it is… but hannes has invited us fro dinner. i think his little totally-not-boyfriend will be there too.”

kat  happily  squealed  as  henry  made  it  inside  with  the  goods  she  had  requested.  he  honestly  was  the  best  boyfriend  for  doing  such  a  mundane  thing  for  her.  she  should  return  the  favor,  buy  him  a  present  or  do  whatever  he  wanted  her  to  do.  she  was  in  the  middle  of  peaking  in  the  first  bag  when  she  looked  up  in  confusion.  uh  —  oh.  "  this  isn't  a  breakup  gift,  is  it?  "  kat  was  lowkey  teasing,  having  more  faith  in  them  than  a  dooming  breakup,  but  who  knows?  she  tilted  her  head  at  the  mention  of  hannes,  grimacing  but  also  sighing  in  relieve.  "  i  know  we  don't  get  along  well,  but  isn't  that  normal?  is  there  something  we  need  to  worry  about ?  "  

[cvvalier]

neokitsched​:

@cvvalier​  ;  𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆  𝖋𝖙.  𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊  ( accepting ! )

❛  can  you  zip  this  up  for  me ?  ❜

while  stella  is   s t i l l   busy  pulling  her  hair  to  the  front,  emile  does  as  he’s  told  without  any  protesting.  one  hand  reaching  for  the  fabric  where  it  parts,  the  other  holding  onto  the  zipper  ─  it  closes  smoothly  but  that’s  something  stella  doesn’t  feel,  he tries  not  to  grin,  knowing  she  would  immediately  catch  up  on  it  in  the  mirror.  ❛  shit.  ❜  emile  stops  in  the  middle.  ❛  i  think  its  stuck.  ❜   she  knows  emile  doesn’t   w a n t   her  to  go  to  this  meeting.  it’s  pointless,  the  man ─  useless  ─  known  for  their  ulterior  motives,  always  the  opposite  of  what  is  the  original  deal.  stella  will  handle  it,  stella  will  be  fine,  there’s  nearly  nothing  that  could  truly  take  her  by  surprise  ─  except  for  that  one  day  where  he  nearly  sacrificed  himself  for  her,  a  reaction  he’s  still  proud  of  archiving.   ❛  what  should  we  do?  perhaps  we  can  ask  leo  to  go,  while  we  tend  to  other  …  activities. ❜   he’d  even  go  to  this  one  restaurant  with  her,  which  serves  dishes  with  such  fancy  names  that  his  head  hurts  whenever  he  reads  them.  why  make  it  complicated  when  it’s  just  potatoes  with  a  splotch  of  spinach?!

emile  pretends  to  try  again,  the  zipper  won’t  move  an  inch.  he  doesn’t   a l l o w   it.  

emile  had  been  trying  to  make  her  cancel  for  almost  two  days  now.  each  time  ignored  it  with  a  dismissing  wave  of  her  hand  and  a  roll  of  her  eyes.  men  like  him  were  easy  to  mold  —  not  worried  about  this  client's  history.  he  had  something  she  wanted,  and  damn  well,  she  was  going  to  get  it.  only  her  lover  seemed  to  disagree,  sabotaging  the  whole  thing.  she  had  her  long  hair  lifted,  his  fingers  sliding  along  her  spine  as  he  worked  hard  to  get  the  zipper  to  move.  stella  frowned,  the  dress  brand  new,  confused  why  the  zipper  was  already  stuck.  "  be  careful.  "  chanel  wouldn't  do  her  like  this.  something  must  be  up.  ah,  there  it  is...  her  eyes  narrowed  in  the  mirror,  knuckles  still  pressing  into  her  back  as  he  pretended  to  work  on  her  zipper.  "  i  own  more  than  one  dress.  "  she  pointed  out  with  a  raised  eyebrow.  her  body  turned  so  the  fabric  would  slip  from  his  fingers,  holding  the  front  against  her  chest.  "  convince  me,  and  i  might  change  my  mind.  "  

[haewonoh]

💀💘

[margoterobbies]

ZENDAYA for Bulgari’s latest campaign ‘Unexpected Wonders’

[cvvalier]

protcsts​:

well  ,  there  he  goes  ,  making  a  fool  of  himself  again.  is  he  too  forward  with  his  willingness  and  eagerness  to  be  by  her  side  ?  should  he  tone  it  down  ?  she  hasn’t  shown  distaste  for  his  actions  ,  only  the  usual  teasing  that  he’s  yet  to  be  less  affected  by.  “  like  i  said  ,  i  told  you  i’d  be  here.  ”  the  romeo  comment  is  pointedly  ignored.  tension  bleeds  from  his  shoulders  once  her  bag  is  in  his  car  and  they’re  driving  away  from  her  apartment.  his  worries  for  her  living  conditions  have  grown  increasingly  over  the  days.  if  he  lived  on  his  own  ,  he  would  have  offered  to  move  her  in  ,  but  it’s  a  decision  to  make  with  his  brother.  he  doesn’t  doubt  the  older  would  agree  ,  however.  in  the  waiting  room  ,  he  doesn’t  know  where  he’s  supposed  to  look  ,  what  he’s  supposed  to  do  ,  how  he’s  supposed  to  behave.  thus  ,  he  sits  stiff  as  a  board  ,  looking  at  his  knees  until  they  are  called  into  the  room.  

"  i  know.  "  nobody  has  ever  worried  about  her  like  that  before,  outspoken  about  it  that  it  made  her  heart  flutter  every  time.  i'm  here.  it  made  her  happy  whenever  he  would  say  that  to  her.  the  waiting  room  couldn't  be  more  awkward;  both  feeling  out  of  place  and  orion  not  helping  her  nerves  with  how  he  was  sitting,  did  he  get  replaced  by  a  cardboard  cutout?  many  months  from  now,  she  would  be  walking  around  as  a  human  whale  as  well,  wobbling  about  and  heavily  pregnant.  that  idea  alone  was  so  absurd  to  her.  "  miss  jones?  "  nya  looked  up  as  her  name  was  called,  grabbing  orion's  hand  before  standing  up  and  entering  the  doctor's  office.  "  ah!  you  might  be  the  father  of  the  child?  "  question  directed  to  orion.  her  doctor  was  a  sweet  middle-aged  lady  with  kind  eyes,  chirpy  as  she  introduced  herself  and  asked  them  to  take  their  seats.  

[cvvalier]

solisocasum​:

dear god, please bestow her with the strength and wisdom she requires for this moment. it’s infuriating to her this tittle tattle position she’s adopted with him, caught between fear and excitement. why can’t she, like other people do, let go and just say ‘it is what it is’ the day after? gathering her wits is the hardest task she’s ever been presented with so far, a heavy sigh as she runs her hands down his neck and shoulders, managing to barely lose his grip and step a little back. space, air, how she craves and loathes it at the sime. “let’s go back to the table. i reckon you’re an outstanding dancer, uriel,” though he hand lingers on his arm until she finally resolves to just grab his as they walk back. whatever. these details she doesn’t mind going fast for. kisses, on the other hand, are another matter— those lead to unsatiable desires and she’s not yet ready to face that side of her. “i don’t know yet. let’s get through the night first and see how it ends up, yeah?”

she  puts  some  distance  between  them,  breaking  off  the  dance  in  a  literal  sense  and  feeling  wise.  for  once,  uriel  was  slightly  dazed  as  the  compliment  came  out  of  left  pocket  or  felt  that  way  as  he  was  so  deep  within  the  spell  they  had  cast  over  each  other.  "  sure.  "  her  words  were  different  from  how  hyesoo  kept  touching  him,  hidden  meanings  as  they  lingered  before  capturing  his  hand.  in  a  technical  sense,  he  could've  used  his  strength  to  keep  them  in  place,  finding  it  comical  how  such  a  tiny  mortal  was  dragging  him  back  to  the  table.  back  at  their  spot,  a  waiter  soon  appeared  to  finally  take  their  order,    "  the  steak  for  me,  extra  bloody.  "  uriel  waited  for  her  to  order  her  dish  before  they  were  alone  again,  a  few  seconds  of  quietness.  he  looked  at  her  again,  finding  her  battle  of  wills  fascinating,  herself,  unaware  of  the  evident  emotions  passing  through  her  eyes.  "  you're  a  lot  more  than  meets  the  eye.  but  surprisingly  innocent  when  it  comes  to  your  sexual  desires.  "  he  voices  without  bothering  to  sugarcoat  his  words.  "  the  glimpses  i've  got  from  it.  you're  beautiful  once  it  runs  wild  and  free.  "  his  head  lowered,  grinning,  "  you  have  more  power  over  me  than  you  think.  i  promise  i  shall  be  more  careful.  "  

[cvvalier]

solisocasum​:

he has a systematic pull on her, no denying about it. hyesoo won’t even try to argue with it– whatever decision their acquaintances had taken to introduce them to one another had been right. it’s evident they’re both enjoying the other, but most importantly that something makes them want to get to know each other. how long will this last is an answer she doesn’t have but it doesn’t worry her too much.

what worries her somewhat is that she’s seemingly too wrapped up on this to think it through. “i bet you really do,” accompanied by some giggles, she steps in time with him. though she lives life surrounded with secrets and ambiguous replies, hyesoo still stands for honesty and transparency when she can. he poses no exception to that at this moment. is she still curious? yes. would she like another kiss? also yes. but instead of replying, her cheeks redden some more, to the point where her blush makes her feel too warm for it to be enjoyable. her response, however, is to hide her face from his view, resting by the crook of his neck (how convenient is his low temperature now?). 

“i’m enjoying myself,” seems an odd response to his question but she has a point and no hurry to make it, “very much, actually. but if the surprises continue, it might be too much, too soon.” curiosity killed the cat, she thinks, and she would like to play longer before that happens. she takes a quick look at him from under her lashes, thinking how to best make it clear that she doesn’t like any of this but it is perhaps, a little too fast for someone who’s idea of a successful date is a pleasant dinner and a goodbye. on impulse, like most of what she’s done this night, she softly presses her lips onto his neck before moving them away from the spot, next time she speak her chin is on his shoulder and it looks like she’s talking to the air behind him instead, “though maybe the night can end with another surprise.”

he  was  almost  like  a  man  starving  for  water.  the  urge  to  be  desperate  grips  his  bones.  not  only  did  he  want  to  get  to  know  her  mentally,  but  his  fingers  were  starting  to  itch  to  touch  her  more  and  caress  any  part  of  her  body.  like  a  predator  that  seeks  intimacy  and  passion,  consume  the  person  within  his  embrace.  uriel  could  give  her  stars  if  she  wanted,  willing  to  provide  her  with  anything  just  by  pure  desire.  "  name  it,  and  i'll  give  it  to  you.  "  he  grimaced  at  his  sudden  twinge  of  patheticness.  different  thoughts  ran  through  his  brain  that  he  wasn't  this  type  of  man.  how  his  words,  usually  a  bunch  of  lies,  became  so  honest  falling  from  his  mouth  like  that.  he  was  glad  she  wasn't  facing  him  anymore,  warm  breath  ghosting  along  his  neck,  her  body  feeling  warm  as  her  blood  rushed  even  faster.  his  eyes  squeezed  shut  to  shut  down  the  voices  in  his  head.  he  liked  her  more  than  he  ever  thought  he  would  show  affection  to  anyone.  "  me  too.  "  enjoying  himself  immensely,  "  wouldn't  want  to  throw  everything  on  the  table.  "  it  would  ruin  the  magic  of  the  night,  would  it  not?  a  mission  for  the  vampire  to  woo  his  date  literally  off  her  feet,  skilfully  done  with  smaller  steps.  a  soft  groan  left  him  at  the  unpredictable  touch  of  her  lips  against  his  cool  skin.  hyesoo  kisses  his  neck,  which  would've  made  him  shiver  if  he  had  been  alive.  "  with  this  (  your  kiss  ),  or  did  you  have  something  else  in  mind?  "  

[cvvalier]

protcsts​: 

what  a  glorious  sight  she  makes.  that  fire  that  lured  him  in  ,  like  a  moth  to  a  flame  ,  all  these  years  ago.  fire  that  he  took  pleasure  in  igniting  every  chance  he  got  ,  then  turning  putty  in  her  dominant  grip.  or  what  ?  is  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue  but  he  remains  infuriatingly  silent  ,  only  offering  a  raise  of  his  eyebrow  as  though  unfazed  by  her  outburst.  hand  trails  down  his  torso  ,  ending  its  journey  within  the  tight  confines  of  his  pants  ,  mouth  falling  open  in  a  silent  moan  while  his  hand  moves  over  himself.  it  looks  as  if  he’s  sticking  to  his  gun  ,  but  in  the  next  minute  his  pants  are  thrown  away  ,  condom  retrieved  in  one  of  the  pocket  (  don’t  ask  )  and  inside  his  ex  girlfriend  in  a  swift  motion.  the  room  soon  fills  with  the  slaps  of  their  skin  meeting  ,  his  hips  hitting  hers  hard  enough  that  he  rejoiced  in  the  ache  she’ll  feel  for  days  and  bruises  he’s  leaving  in  his  wake.  he  can  bury  his  head  in  the  sand  all  he  wants  about  his  feelings  for  ivy  ,  but  he  can’t  deny  fucking  her  is  unlike  anything  else.  he  doesn’t  feel  as  good  with  his  own  girlfriend.  he  used  to  think  jinae  was  the  best  lover  he  ever  had  ,  then  ivy  had  come  along  and  opened  the  gates  of  heaven  to  him.  he  settled  for  mediocre  sex.  he  settled  for  more  alone  time  with  his  hand  and  various  toys.  his  mouth  is  clamped  shut  ,  like  hell  will  he  give  her  the  satisfaction  of  hearing  how  much  he’s  enjoying  himself.  hand  finds  back  its  favourite  place  ,  around  her  throat.  

they  were  like  metal  colliding,  igniting  sparks  as  soon  they  connected,  morphing  into  one  because  nothing  felt  more  on  fire  than  this.  sex  was  something  they  had  perfected  over  time,  like  a  dance  they  were  meant  to  do  with  each  other.  how  could  they  not?  fuck,  fuck,  she  missed  him  so.  ivy's  nose  flared  at  the  obvious  silent  treatment,  a  lone  foot  reaching  out  to  press  against  his  abdomen,  toes  giving  pressure.  she  should  shove  it  in  his  mouth.  that  would  show  him  silence.  her  eyes  were  full-blown,  brightened  irises,  grown  pupils,  and  a  sigh  at  the  sight  of  him  touching  himself  before  the  dam  broke  again.  seeing  him  —  knowing  how  good  it  felt  took  the  air  out  of  her  lungs,  and  the  rockstar  didn't  care  how  loud  she  screamed  when  suddenly  her  legs  were  pulled,  used  as  leverage,  and  he  entered  his  hardened  cock  deep  inside  of  her.  it  hurt  while  it  brought  stars  to  her  eyes,  his  thrust  leaving  her  ass  burning  on  the  table  with  the  wild  friction.  ivy  cared  less  about  their  situation  at  the  moment,  brain  empty  of  thoughts  about  him  having  another,  not  when  he  was  here  like  this.  she  had  trouble  meeting  his  thrust,  the  feverish  fucking,  albeit  insane,  as  iseul  bore  into  her.  "  hmph!  "  his  fingers  closed  around  her  throat,  slightly  squeezing,  making  her  growl  as  he  still  refused  to  make  any  sound.  "  fuck...fuck  you.  "  

[cvvalier]

tiredtangerines​:

“i  can’t  help  but  argue  when  your  plan  makes  no  sense  whatsoever.”  to  cover  up  with  lies  can  only  lead  to  more  lies  and  god  knows  he  never  signed  up  for  that.  she  would  have  to  pay  him  much  better,  if  it  goes  beyond  that  dreaded  night,  but  fingers  crossed  that  they’d  never  have  to  get  there.  “everyone  adores  my  dog  and  no  need  to  sweet  talk  me,  i’m  not  so  easily  swayed.”  it  does  make  him  feel  slightly  uneasy,  being  called  cute  while  he  is  actually  the  opposite.  “not  unless  you  want  me  to  run  towards  the  door,  no.”  he  replies  with  an  insincere  smile.  “  —  fine.”  he  agrees  after  a  moment  of  thought  —  it  won’t  make  the  most  convincing  picture  if  he  stands  inches  away  from  her  at  all  times.  “rule  number  three,  no  disclosing  the  name  or  location  of  where  i  work.  it’s  unfortunate  that  those  ‘friends’  of  yours  already  know  it,  but  i’d  rather  not  having  to  extend  the  lie.”

"  i  know  that's  your  hobby,  but  i  rather  not  stand  here  all  day.  you've  agreed  anyways.  "  dallia  wasn't  an  idiot,  or  so  she  thought,  as  the  plan  was  idiotic  the  moment  it  had  been  thrown  at  him,  but  it  could've  been  worse.  for  someone  with  a  stoic  interior,  it  was  hard  to  shut  him  up  when  he  needed  to  prove  a  point.  he  was  just  a  whiny  big  brat!  "  you  can't  take  compliments  well  either,  can  you?  "  poor  person,  whoever  would  fall  for  him  and  date  him.  they  would  have  their  hands  full  with  mister  pessimistic.  "  so  touchy!  "  but  back  to  business  —  dallia  nodded  in  understanding,  "  it's  a  hot  spot  and  close  to  work,  that  was  inevitable.  but  deal.  rule  number  four,  avoid  talking  to  my  ex  alone  at  all  costs,  stay  close  to  me.  we  both  don't  need  the  drama.  "