Ana de Armas for GQ

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Ana de Armas for GQ
Don’t give up. Not ever. Not for one single day. Be safe if you can be but always be amazing.
concept: a shy boy moaning pathetically each time you touch a certain spot and turning bright red every time because he’s trying so hard to keep it in but it just feels so good and he can’t help himself
okay, okay… i needed to write this up.
give me a slight age gap plot where this girl has had a crush on her older brother’s best friend for years but she goes off to college and doesn’t do anything about it because she assumes he’ll never see her that way. flash forward about 4 years and the girl has graduated from college and at her graduation party, the brother’s friend sees her for the first time in years and is like “holy shit wow she grew up”.
AND THE BEST PART; as a graduation present, the girl’s parents rent a house in the hamptons (or wherever really, just so long as there’s a beach) for her and her friends to stay at for a few weeks and her brother goes along as a chaperon. the kicker; he’s invited his best friend along and wHO KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN
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angelo did a decent enough job at keeping to himself and minding his business, and it wasn’t like the baby woke him up, necessarily - he was usually up late at night, but it was frustrating when he was trying to write songs. the constant crying was going to slowly kill him, and while his mind made a joke about being perfectly okay with the torturous death, his body disagreed. it was what had him knocking on the door, his mind too drowsy to recognize that complaining really wouldn’t do much in the end. he stood in the hall, leaning against the doorway when he saw another girl sleepily coming forward, angelo tilting his head at the sight. “... you comin’ to complain, too?” he let out a quiet - very quiet - laugh, shaking his head and shaking the smile off just as quickly, the crying getting closer as the woman on the other side opened up the door with the baby on her hip, crying, and she looked like she was crying, too, likely from exhaustion. angelo commonly claimed to be an asshole, someone who didn’t deserve friendliness because he was such a dick to the rest of the world, but in times like this one, he always took the kindest route he could, and finally, he cleared his throat. “i was... wonderin’ if i could help out. babies are... exhaustin’, i’m sure,” he offered, glancing over at the girl and back to the woman inside, who started to ramble and gesture for them to come inside, clearly a little too out of it to not take up the chance of getting peace. soon she was passing the baby off to angelo, too, angelo blinking in surprise as she rambled off all the different things the baby might need and then suddenly, she was gone, leaving angelo and the girl with her baby. “well... this isn’t what i was aimin’ for at all. i’m surprised she still has a baby, considerin’... well, now i have hers, but... lucky for her, i don’t want it. at all.” he paused, looking at the crying baby. “you got any ideas on makin’ it stop?”
plot ;; sweet innocent girl who loves to wear dresses and skirts is dating the punk dude that has tattoos, piercings, and dyed hair but is always nice to her and gives her a lot of love and is also VERY protective over her in public and makes sure that all the guys know that she’s his ( via kissing her neck, holding her hand, hands on her waist, long kisses. )
whiiskeyandlace:
Her beauty is oft used to her advantage when it comes to certain dealings in the castle. She knows how impressive most people find her, how snowy white her skin is, how there are males under her own father’s employ who wish to do the filthiest of things to her if only to have that chance of touching her. Lucretia indulges herself, often, but discreetly, yet she can’t say she’s ever met a man quite like this one, standing before her, rambling of her beauty as if she is something of a mystical being to him. It’s refreshing and amusing all in one stance, a slow smile finding her pink mouth as she continues to soak within the warmth of her bath. “Yes, that is what I said… come closer so I do not have to strain to hear you,” she encourages with a small motion of her hand, beckoning him closer. When he succumbs, Lucretia watches with dark eyes, listening to the words rolling off his tongue, allowing them to permeate her reverie.
As he knees down beside the bath, Lucretia doesn’t flinch away from the thought of a male so close to her naked form. In fact, she leans closer, as if doing so will allow her better hearing of the words he continues to bestow upon her. “Oh? And how am I distracting you then, good sir?” A raise of a dark brow, amusement flickering across her features as she keeps her gaze firm upon his visage. “I find it strange how you have this love for me because of stories, yet I’ve never heard of you before. How can I trust what you say is the truth? How can I know you’re not simply trying to find a way to use my status, what little of it there is, to better yourself? I do not know what you believe I can offer you,” she continues, her voice low, a quiet murmur as the space between their faces becomes minimal. The heat of the bath has painted a pink hue across her features and she finds she’s not disappointed in his visage, as he’s very quite handsome. She lifts her hand, wet from the water, to cup his cheek. “What is it you are asking of me, Darian?” Lu utters, stroking her thumb across the swell of his lower lip before, leaving droplets of water behind before she allows her hand to drop away from him completely.
Darian was already a little thrown off, but he tried his best to recover cleanly, in a way using his confusion to his advantage in seeming more shy and guarded in the idea of seeing her naked. As if he found something like that holy and pure - which he certainly didn’t. He was the lowest of lows, charming others in order to have somewhere to stay, or else he’d have been sitting on the streets. He did what he could based purely off his words and charm, and that often ended in romantic relationships with lonely wives, their men always away while Darian was there, giving them the attention they craved. He felt no guilt for his actions, either - never caught and he reasoned it as just trying to get by. Lu was a whole different level, however - he was asking for a marriage in exchange for a full life of comfortable living, and with her? Well, it certainly wouldn’t be a bad thing, Darian knew that much. She was beautiful, his words in that aspect were nothing close to a lie.
“I believe you are well aware of the current affect you might be having on me, miss,” he muttered in response, focused on the space between them, for a brief moment, before meeting her gaze. “Are you aware of the power you hold over men when like... that? Is that why you were adamant on our meeting being this very moment?” He quirked an eyebrow in question, before chewing the inside of his cheek. “I live comfortably, already, m’lady, I assure you that. I do not wish for anything but your love in return... I-” He cut off when she reached up to hold his face, his gaze flickering down to meet hers again - she was fascinating, he was confident in that, now, too. She almost made him falter - really falter - in his act. “I would do much of anything for your love and approval. All I am asking is that you give me a chance.” His breath came out wavered when she pulled away, Darian blinking in surprise. “Do you think I look worthy of your love, Lucretia?” He tilted his head to the side, lowering his chin, slightly. He leaned closer to her, then, a bit more bold in his actions. “Or would you rather I prove myself to you?”
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ya girl did some tiny lil upgrades to her theme nd icon. i’m gonna try and get the rest of the starters i owe out tonight, but if not, i def will tomorrow. thank u all for being so lovely and patient w/ my dumb ass self. <333
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Being at the fight was something Lauren had been dragged to by some of the other wives’ of the team while their husbands were off celebrating their most recent win. Why they’d decided this was a way to spend their night, she didn’t understand until she spotted a couple of the fighters. Watching these hot men fight one another, getting all sweaty, it was a lot hotter than she thought it’d be. One in particular, Benjie, really caught her eye and when it seemed she’d done the same for him, she had sent him a little wink and a playful smile. So when he won and some men came to ask her if she’d like to come into the back to meet him, she’d gone along with it, telling her girlfriends that she’d meet them back at the hotel. “Hey yourself,” she replied as she came into the room, her eyes running up and down his body while his shirt was still off. “It was…interesting.” Laughing a little, she shook her head back from her face and moved to lean against a piece of wall closer to him. “Actually, I’ve never been to a fight before tonight, so I didn’t really know what to like about it or not. But hot guys with no shirts on, being all masculine like that? It was hot.”
She was even prettier up close, Benjie noted, as he moved around to grab a shirt, letting out a quiet laugh. “Interesting? That’s not a word I’ve heard to describe it before, but I like it. As long as you were entertained, that’s the most important part, yeah?” He peered over at her, then, raising an eyebrow as she went on. “Oh, so it’s your first time?” He kept his shirt in his hand as he stepped closer, lacking an awareness for how obvious he was being in his interest - he was a little too excited about his win, and her beauty paired with his pride were a match that made him far less sophisticated - not that he ever really had much restrictions on himself to begin with. “I’m glad you liked the show. You think you’ll come again?” Reaching up, he ruffled up his curls a bit, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve gotta say, I wasn’t too sure about the fight, but after I looked at you - it felt kinda easy. I’m not big on superstitions, but I can’t help but feel like you might be... a good luck charm for me, or somethin’.”
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“what’s wrong? never slept with someone before?” vanessa’s mission to leave the other speechless seemed successful when she had dropped her robe and revealed the lingerie set that she had underneath. her head tilted to the side as she slowly sauntered closer and set her hands against their shoulders. “or does a damn cat got your tongue? hm?”
well... no, angelo had definitely been with a girl before, but sadly the memories weren’t ones he kept fondly in his brain, still just as flustered as ever by girls, but especially now, his lips parted in surprise as she stood in front of him. angelo lacked a serious level of confidence in himself, residing to a much grumpier and closed off exterior with age... but this was something that cracked it, and left him much more similar to the boy he’d been in high school, flustered and speechless. he’d always told himself he’d wait until marriage, and though he had been with a girl, he’d resided back into that idea, but... vanessa was currently making it very difficult. ducking his head down between them, he took a deep breath, trying not to stare. “that’s not...” shaking his head, he took yet another deep breath. “you should put your... fuckin’ robe or whatever back on, i gotta go... do stuff. be miserable somewhere - somewhere else. sorry. i’m sure you can find some other loser dude to pull this on, real quick, though.”
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it wasn’t something benjie did often - mostly because he never paid much attention to the crowd when he was in a match, but something about her had caught his attention - that something being her looks, of course, and she’d really encouraged him to try and show off throughout the match. the other guy had only got one real hit on him, across his cheek, but in the end he was the winner, and what better way to celebrate... than to invite the girl back? he’d asked a few of his people to bring her back while he still pumped with the adrenaline from the fight, looking over at her, eagerly, when she walked in. “hey,” he said, casually, as if it wasn’t odd that he’d personally requested her to come back in the first place. “what’d you think of the fight? i’m hoping you weren’t a big fan of the other guy,” he said with a quiet laugh.
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darian didn’t really ever voice his exhaustion - he rarely felt a lack of energy, honestly, but when he felt drained, it was abnormal for him to actually vocalize it. work had suddenly started to weigh down on his shoulders, and looking over at his roommate, he huffed. “look, all i’m asking is you walk on my back - i’m not even looking for a full out massage, and then i’ll return the favor... maybe. not walking on your back, obviously, not tryin’ to break you, but... i guess i could use my magic hands on your shoulders, or something - whatever, just please. i’m actually feeling a little desperate right now.”
She’s a sunrise dressed like dusk Going out, she’s getting into something He’s a moth drawn to a flame He’s going in, he’s going all or nothing