Everything is dark.

After being on hiatus, I've decided to dip my toes back into the water. 30y.

[deepinthedarkworld]

hiya, welcome! 

semi-selective • mun and muses over 21 • adult themes will appear • discord upon request

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[ad0rati0ns]

after another half hour or so, his eyes slowly open. the little sunlight in the room was still bright in his eyes. ezra closes them against and stretches his limbs, quiet noises of pleasure escaping his mouth. his eyes open again and focus on esmeralda besides him. "mornin'," he mutters, voice deep with sleep.

[deepinthedarkworld]

The sound of his voice startled her, making her jump. "Fucking hell." She'd been so lost in her book that she hadn't even noticed that he'd been waking up. "You scared me," she chuckled, turning the tablet off, putting it to the side before turning to him. "Morning." Her thumb ran over his cheekbone, eyes scanning his face. "How are you feeling?" Was he in any pain? Eager to get back to training? She hoped not. Ezra had said that he didn't have any plans for the day so she really did hope he would spend it with her. "You're not going back to training already, are you?"

[ofpctals]

Jesse couldn't help but marvel at the girl as she seemed to stumble through her words. She was beautiful and absolutely endearing. He chuckled once she said she wasn't hurt. “ Okay good. I would have felt awful if I hurt you. ” His smile widened even more and he nodded. “ Right?! Like we have a beautiful beach right here and they wanna have their faces in screens? Ridiculous! ” He raved as dramatically as she sighed. “ Aurora. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. ” He said, his cheeks turning a slight pink, shaking the hand she had offered him. Jesse's ears perked up, his interest piqued as she mentioned getting tipsy. “ Now you're talking my language. Would you mind if I joined you? ” He asked, hoping it wasn't too presumptuous.

[deepinthedarkworld]

Rory shook her head once more, to underline that she wasn't in any pain. "No, you're all good." His smile was contagious and she found herself unable to stop smiling herself. A smile that turned into laughter as he continued on talking about his family and their screens. "It really is. At least when the weather is like this." Looking up at the sky, she let the sun warm her face. With the sun high in the sky, the temperature was great and people were out having fun. Maybe she would've understood the screens a bit more if it had been pouring down, but it clearly wasn't. He drew her attention back to him when he repeated her name and she felt her cheeks growing a bit warmer. "Thanks." She hung on to his hand for a few seconds more than needed before dropping it back to her side. "No, of course not. I'd appreciate it, really. Both for your company, but also I feel like less people will stare at me if I don't sit and get tipsy on my own." A soft chuckle left her as she started heading to the bar once more. "What is your drink of choice, then? Beer-guy or cocktail? I think I owe you one after walking straight into you."

[ad0rati0ns]

he laughs, eyes drifting to the ceiling. if anything, ezra was the one wrapped around esme. he would do anything for her-- within reason, of course. ezra smiles and kisses her back. "do you want me to go?" ezra asks. though he knows the answer, he keeps the option open for her. he nods his head, pulling her close. "i've got nothing to do tomorrow, so i'm all yours." after that, ezra closes his eyes finally, exhausted from the day.

[deepinthedarkworld]

Esmeralda scoffed softly. "Always." Sometimes it crossed her mind that perhaps it would be easier if he just stayed away from her after a fight. She hated seeing him with bruises, he didn't like her nagging about it... Surely it sounded like the best option? But then she would wonder if he was okay, if he was in pain. Was he alone? And then she would rather have him by her side so that she would know that he was alright. So no, she didn't want him to go, even if she hadn't really wanted him to show up, either. Nuzzling into his chest, Esmeralda didn't speak, just listened to the sound of his breathing as it settled once sleep had dragged him under. The next morning, the brunette had slid quietly out of bed so he could sleep. Not really wanting to wake him, but still not wanting him to wake up to nothing, she prepared a cup of coffee, a glass of juice, a glass of water and some painkillers for him. The small tray was placed on the nightstand before she slipped back under the covers with her kindle. As much as she wanted to snuggle up to him again, she didn't want to stick to him like velcro. If he was in pain, it would be better to let him sleep without her added weight against him. She couldn't help but removing a few curls from his face, though, brushing her fingertips over a bruise on his face before settling against her pillow to read as she waited for him to wake up.

[honeyvce-archived]

jensen let out a soft, amused snort against her fingertips as she combed them through his messy hair, his head tilting into the touch while he lazily pinned her wrist down against the mattress. he didn't make a single move to back out of her personal space; instead, he shifted his heavy weight over the tangled sheets, letting the solid, warm line of his thigh rest right along the curve of her hip to keep her from rolling away again. a boyish, unbothered grin tugged at his lips while he looked down at her sleepy face, his thumb tracing a slow, comfortable circle over the inside of her wrist where her pulse was jumping just a little faster. "first of all, that's a total stereotype propagated by hockey players who are just jealous of our dental plans," he murmured, his gruff morning voice dropping into a low, playful rumble as he leaned down, "second of all...is this already our first official fight?" he murmured, his gruff morning voice dropping into a low, playful rumble as he leaned down just enough to brush his lips teasingly against the corner of her mouth. "because if it is, i need to know right now if we get to skip straight to the makeup part, because i've got a couple of real creative ways to apologize that don't involve talking at all."

[deepinthedarkworld]

Bella laid completely still as he moved on top of her. Though he was a bit too close for this early, somehow she didn't mind it. He was being quite gentle, almost caring with his touch. The smile on his face endearing. Dark eyes moved over his face, taking in his features. He was quite handsome, she had to admit. Raising an eyebrow, she listened as he explained that the whole 'cheaters things' was something jealous hockey players stood behind. Parting her lips to respond, her voice died as she felt his lips brush her against her mouth. His breath warm against her skin. "I don't know," she muttered, fingers sliding into his hair, "you suck at the 'fighting' bit." Turning her head slightly, his lips brushed hers. "I feel like I should ask you if you've tested these creative ways on the girls before me. The jealousy eating away at me. You with them..." Using the hand against the mattress, Isabella slid her fingers between his. "If we were fighting, there would be fireworks going off right now. Heat, passion. Screaming. But.." she trailed off, the tip of her tongue flicking against his upper lip. "Just imagine how fucking hot that makeup sex would be."

[ad0rati0ns]

ezra allowed her to turn him every which way. his body was aching from the night's events. the bed, especially with esmeralda in it, was growing more and more enticing. he let out a relieved breath as esme snuggled up to him. he knew she had legit reasons to be upset or blow him off, but ezra still wanted her close. her fingertips against his back were soothing. it would be really easy to fall asleep like this. "i'll always come back, baby" he murmured, voice deep with sleep. ezra kisses her back in turn, wrapping a lazy arm around her waist. "i love you, too."

[deepinthedarkworld]

His words were sweet, his promise something she wanted to believe. His touch a comfort she needed more than she realised. "I hate how wrapped around your finger I am," she whispered, smiling lightly against his lips. It was mostly a joke, though she knew there was some truth to it, too. He was back in her bed, after all. "One smile and I melt. One kiss and I'm done for." She pressed another light kiss to his lips. "Rest now, handsome. Stay in bed with me tomorrow. Let me take care of you."

[clarysfrxy-deactivated20220523]

What about a plot of a personal assistant and a celeb? One where she’s been working for him since he had gotten famous. He can’t go anywhere without her and brings her everywhere he goes. They are more like best friend than boss and assistant. The media jokes about how they act like a married couple. And he can’t help but mention her during interviews. Sometimes they even sleep in the same hotel room when she’s working late. BUT NO IT’S TOTALLY PLATONIC!! That cuddling they did the other night?? Completely what friends do!

[huntrcssqueen]

The little joke made him chuckle, laugh about charging this to his room. ❝ My room if you want everyone to know how hot I made you. ❞ He teased playfully with a half shrug of his shoulders. ❝ Personally works too. ❞ Jayden took this opportunity to finally sit up, use his thumb against his lip to make sure all her fluids were cleaned up against his mouth, messing with his hair afterwards. ❝ I'd say I'm pretty hot over here now. ❞

[deepinthedarkworld]

Imogen couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "how hot you made me?" A soft laugh left her lips. "I seem to remember I had an effect on you, too, thank you very much." Dark hues watched his movements, the way he used his thumb against lips lip, the way his hand worked his hair. "Good. I'd say you're out of the risk of getting hypothermia then." Curling up under the blanket, she wondered if he wanted to get back to his friends now. There was no promise of sex, even if they'd fooled around. "Wanna come under the blanket?" She questioned, a tilt of her head. "Or I can get your boxers, if you're eager to get back to your friends?"

[huntrcssqueen]

Isaac wasn't going to hide the fact that he was turned on, the fact that his cock was tight in his pants, bulging at his jeans. He just finger fucked Amara, tasting her sweet cum on his fingers, any guy would be an idiot to not being turned on. ❝ Yeah, I was. ❞ He smirked, pressing himself closer against her hand as he felt himself getting harder. ❝ Want to finally head upstairs or somewhere? ❞

[deepinthedarkworld]

Amara bit down on her bottom lip as Isaac pressed himself into her hand. The smirk on his lips did nothing to calm her racing heart. "Somewhere?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. Dragging her lips from the corner of his mouth, up to the shell of his ear, Amara gave him a little squeeze. "How about we stay right here?" Was she pushing too far? Parts of her liked the thought of being watched, turning others on by showing them what they couldn't have. Which, right now, was him. "On the couch. Can use a blanket for cover is you wish." Though he'd just fucked her with his fingers right there in the hallway, so God only knew where he drew the line. "Let me ride your beautiful cock." Plump lips closed around his earlobe, giving it a gentle suck.

[huntrcssqueen]

Austin’s jaw tightened the second her shirt hit the floor. He should’ve looked away. Should’ve been decent enough to give her that much after everything. But he didn’t. Couldn’t. His bruised knuckles flexed at his sides, chest rising heavier as his eyes dragged over bare skin with that same ruined hunger he’d been trying to choke down all damn night. A sharp breath left him, almost a laugh, but there was nothing amused in it. ❝ Jesus Christ, Esme. ❞ His voice came out rough, wrecked, scraped raw.

Austin snatched at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. He followed her, slower than he wanted to, faster than he should’ve, the shirt clenched in his fist. When he reached the bedroom doorway, he stopped there. Just stood in it, drinking her in. ❝ You don’t play fair, ❞ he muttered, as he stepped closer and held the shirt out to her, but didn’t let go of it straight away. His fingers tightened around the fabric with hers, his gaze dropping for one second to her mouth before dragging back to her eyes.

[deepinthedarkworld]

Esmeralda had her back turned to him when she heard him walk up to the door. The footsteps suddenly stopped, and seeing as she could not feel his breath on her skin, feel the heath of him, she decided that he'd put some distance between them when he'd stopped. Turning, she did not shy away. Standing in front of him, in only a pair of knickers, Esmeralda had her eyes locked on his when he walked closer. Hand reached out for his shirt, though he wasn't letting go of it. "Neither do you," she spoke softly, quiet. She wanted to reach out, touch him. It had been a while since she'd seen him without his clothes on and she was glad to see there weren't many marks on his body apart for his face. Closing the gap between them, hardened nipples brushed against his chest as her free hand clumsily tried undoing his pants. "How bad is your pain?"

[sarawritesx]

"What? What are these accusations? It wouldn't come to that because you're a professional - and I'd be there to catch you."Josh teased with a chuckle. Taking in a breath as they stayed close to each other, the blond had to bite into his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning as she dropped sweet kisses along his skin. "Well, when you're teasing me like that... I'd say some more kissing. Nuggets can always be ordered."he sighed and let his hands squeeze at her hips. "I live close by, if you want we can go to my place."he then suggested as he caressed up and down her sides.

[deepinthedarkworld]

A breathy laugh escaped her against his skin. "I am a professional," she confirmed, dragging her lips against his skin. Some of the other dancers had called her 'cold' for how focused she could be from time to time. But if one wanted to make it, one needed to put in the work. Still, she found time to enjoy herself every once in a while. Josh's voice felt like velvet in her ears and she forced herself away from his skin when he suggested they go back to his. "Let's go." Unhooking her legs, she still held on to him as she slid down between him and the counter.

[b3dchem]

head tilts as his gaze shifts away briefly. fidgeting hands quickly shove into his pants as his feet step back. "look, just trying to say I was wrong. should've listened to you is all." 

[deepinthedarkworld]

Isabella chewed on the inside of her cheek, watching him making her feel on edge. "What happened?" She couldn't help the words that fell from her lips. As much as she didn't want to talk to him, she wondered what had happened for him to come here and admit to her face that she was right.

[ofpctals]

Zander was about to tell her what he had been meaning to tell her but then she kept rattling on and on and his head was spinning. "Isa, Isa, Isa... stop!!" He said, raising his voice a little as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He couldn't help the laugh that slipped out of him. "A wife and kids??? Are you nuts?" The blonde was now holding his sides with how much he was laughing. "You really run wild with your imagination, don't you? No, you know how much I love planning these 4th of July parties with you. They're always the best parties of the year." He took a deep breath. "What I wanted to say is that.. I don't know where the lines between us got blurred and we started, you know, doing what we do." Zander's eyes were locked on her, searching for any sign that she might feel the same as him as he spoke. "But along the way, I've really started to fall for you."

[deepinthedarkworld]

Isabella shut her mouth as Zander placed his hands on her at the same time he told her to stop talking. For a second she was worried she'd annoyed him, the volume of his voice raised from before. But then he started laughing and the brunette felt herself relax. She even smiled, watching how he holding himself. "Well, you can't tell me you've been meaning to talk to me about something and not expect me to think the worst!" She poked his right side with the tip of her foot. Feeling more relaxed now that she knew he didn't want to cancel the party, Isabella nodded. "Oh, for sure! People talk about our parties for weeks!" Which was another reason she was very glad he was sticking around for it. Letting her legs rest in his lap, she listened as he kept talking. He seemed rather serious now and Isabella frowned slightly. Yeah, she knew what they did from time to time but she didn't think it was something they talked about. It happened sometimes if they were lonely. And drunk. So why was he bringing it up now? As soon as Zander said the words, Bella felt sick. Lips slightly parted, staring at him in surprise. "Ha-Ha. Don't give me a fucking heart attack." But it didn't seem like Zander was making the joke she thought he was making and either he deserved an Oscar or he was serious. Sitting up, Isabella shook her head. "Nononono. No. What kind of bullshit bet is this a part of and who is involved?"

[ofpctals]

After a few deep breaths, he shuffled his way to the table. Each step was excruciating. It took everything in him to not let out a scream as he sat up on the table. "I don't know how to answer that question." He growled through gritted teeth. "It hurts to move anything. Fucker broke at least two of my ribs, I think." He said as he watched her facial expressions cutting through his pads. "Now why would I lie to you, Ims? You're the only one who sees through my bullshit so I can't lie to you even if I wanted to."

[deepinthedarkworld]

Imogen itched to get over there and help him but she refused. This was his own fault and fuck if she was going to be his little helper. Still, she saw the pain written all over him. Careful as she cut through the pads, even more careful as she helped him out of them, Imogen refused to look at his face. She felt his eyes on her, though. "Damn right you can't," she muttered, removed the last bit of padding from him and throwing it onto the floor, throwing the scissors on top of it. Only then did her dark eyes lock with his. "Why the fuck do you keep ending up like this? How do you think I'm gonna manage to roll your fat ass and even fatter ego out of here in a wheelchair, hm?" If everything hurt as bad as his body told her, there was no way he was walking out of here on his own. "Seriously, French. You gotta fucking stop this bullshit. We're reaching a point now where I don't know what else I can do for you." There had been whispers about what to do about French's fighting. The coaches didn't want him off the rink cause clearly he was the best. But he also ended up in her office after every game. Crossing her arms over her chest, Imogen scanned his face before eyes once more locked on his. "I won't stand by and just watch you ruin yourself. I can't."

[ofpctals]

Jesse's eyebrows knit together as he heard her say 'ow', worried he had hurt her somehow. "Shit, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" He said, holding her at her shoulders and looking her over to make sure he hadn't. He couldn't help but laugh as she dropped her hand from her chest, knowing she was probably just making sure she wasn't exposed. "It's really okay, I think I was paying just as much attention as you were, to be fair. I am fine, good and great." He stood there looking at her, she was gorgeous. "I'm Jesse. I've been abandoned by my family for video games and texting on vacation. Who does that?"

[deepinthedarkworld]

His hands moved from her hips to her shoulders and it did absolutely nothing to stop her head from spinning. "No?" A frown on her face before she remembered she'd said the word 'ow.' "Ooh, no! Nono. The word just comes out automatically. I slam a door too hard? I say ow. It-- no. I'm not hurt." A smile on her face, a soft chuckle. God, she was making a fool out of herself. He seemed very kind, though, the way he responded to her ramblings with a smile. He even introduced himself and she took that as a sign that he didn't believe she was weird. "Oh, that's horrible! Video games on holiday?" The redhead shook her head, sighing dramatically. "Aurora. Rory. Nice to meet you." She held her hand out for him, though she also didn't necessarily want him to remove his hands from her. "I have abandoned my friends to get tipsy. Laying still can get quite boring sometimes."

[ad0rati0ns]

he felt more like a specimen than a boyfriend. he supposes that's his own fault. he knew esmeralda meant well, but he could feel her eyes on his body. still, he watched her with fondness as she scoots to the edge of the bed. ezra turns so that she could get the full view. when the pillow is thrown at him ezra scoffs. "hey!" ezra should have seen that coming. he really doesn't want to sleep on the couch, but he would if she wanted him to. he smiles, softly and slides into bed. his muscles protest for a moment, before a relaxed groan escapes his lips. her turns on his side and beckons esme close. "c'mere. let's sleep."

[deepinthedarkworld]

The fact that Ezra wasn't fighting back anymore told her just how tired he was. He simply let her stare at him, move him however she wanted, let her throw a pillow at his head without any comebacks. He even fucking smiled as he got into bed. The brunette could do nothing but watch him in silence, see how his body changed when he finally laid down. And even though she was hurt, and angry, and had threatened with a wall of pillows between them, Esmeralda still snuggled up to his chest when he beckoned her closer. "I don't want you to do this to yourself anymore," she whispered, putting an arm around him, fingertips drawing lazy patterns on his back. "I'm so fucking scared you won't come back to me." She knew he was tired of hearing her say it, but she couldn't help herself. Careful to not try and hurt him, Esmeralda used her free hand to cup the side of his face before gently pressing a kiss to his lips. "I love you."

[honeyvce-archived]

"yeah, usually the women who are trying to sneak out of my apartment before i can make them breakfast," jensen chuckled, a wide, boyish grin spreading across his face as he leaned over her, completely unbothered by her groggy attitude. he grabbed her retreating hand, his thick, calloused fingers wrapping around her wrist to pull her arm back out so he could playfully inspect her bare ring finger with mock seriousness. a soft, sarcastic laugh rumbled in his chest, his muscular chest shifting against the tangled sheets as he leaned down just a fraction closer to her blurry vision. "and for the record, sweetheart, i only talk this much when i’m trying to convince a beautiful girl that marrying a handsome football player isn't actually the worst way to spend a saturday morning."

[deepinthedarkworld]

Isabella raised an eyebrow at his comment, taken somewhat by surprise as he leaned over her, forcing her on her back. How the fuck was he this happy in the morning? She felt like she needed 12 more hours of sleep. Dark hues watched his face as he in turn studied her hand. He didn't seem too worried about being in her personal space, that was for sure. Feeling the bed move as he chuckled, Bella couldn't help but think about the position they were in, along with the fact that they were only separated by the sheets. "Is it not?" She questioned, stifling a yawn. "Aren't football players known for being cheats?" Using her free hand, she ran her fingers through the front of his hair, lifting it from his face. "Do we need to argue already?"