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@gctfuked
𝐆𝐂𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐃 : an independent , selective , multi - muse / multi - ship role play blog with original characters. dash only . MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. strictly 21+. loved by ghost
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continued from — ♡ @gctfuked
“the itch? what the fuck are you talking about? we planned this months ago." freya shot back and reached into a desk drawer. she pulled out a print out of the plane tickets and hotel itinerary to prove that she wasn't in fact the crazy one. “so, what, i'm supposed to go by myself? these are non-refundable, ace." freya tossed the papers back onto the desk and paced a little, trying to stay cool and collected. she understood that schedules changed last minute, but she really needed this. they needed it. “yeah, maybe you're right.” she murmured, looking down. the disappointment was clear on her face. all of the effort she'd put into the relationship felt like it was slipping away by the second. “you don't even love me, do you?”
❝ the itch to go on vacation whenever you like, generally speaking. ❞ he corrected and though this was planned months ago, still his job required him to stay within the city to train. ace tried to make it work, follow her schedule at times however her plans sometimes collided with fights that were set even months to a year in advance. ❝ you can take a friend, nothing is lost.❞ in hopes she would reconsider that option but he knew this vacation was just for them only. ❝ i can't drop things right away, vacations aren't the only thing that takes months to be planned. ❞ his choice of words would make anyone look at him the same way she's looking at him right now -- mentally he knew that his words didn't come out right. and ace knew freya would think something entirely different, she'd doubt his love. the truth is, ace loved her enough to end it, to spend time away. maybe he's not what she needed, a man to be there for her, keep up with her life. he knew he was barely around and he tried so hard to be so committed but being with a fighter has it's cons. ❝ oh come on babe, only because i suggest it doesn't mean i stopped loving you. i can't turn off my feelings. maybe i can't keep a relationship.❞
nothing could ever truly slow carmen down. disappointment in her defeat was enough to send her running from the scene, but it hadn’t kept her from behind the wheel. and her racing days hadn’t slowed down a bit, though they did change in technical legality. street racing had taught carmen a lot, but most importantly? confidence. she wasn’t a wide eyed girl anymore who was scared of everything. she whirled around, smiling to see his face even if she had been secretly mad as hell he’d won her race. “ no way! i wondered if i’d see you around sooner or later. “ her heart skipped a beat at the words. “ crazy, isn’t it? i didn’t think id ever come back and try again… “ but she wouldn’t tell him her secret. not yet. he didn’t need to know she had been involved in illegal street racing. he didn’t need to know she was coming back with a new set of skills and a rejuvenated hunger for thrill, victory, and praise. " but i'm feeling really good about it. what about you, then? "
❝ no one really loses the passion of what you love. and i take it racing is one of them, i can see the spark is still there.❞ in her eyes, ruy noticed the sparkle in her eyes, just like he had in the past. ❝ glad you're trying again, i thought after everything i'd never see you back on the track again. ❞ his smile grew, carmen looked so radiant -- her aura completely different. ❝ oh, me? i'm just helping around and working on the car a bit. a tournament will start soon, if you want it's not too late to sign up?❞ ruy knew he was stretching this but it wouldn't hurt to put that out there for her in case she somehow agreed to sign up. ❝ no rush, but maybe it's something you'd consider. are you doing anything? later that is. i'd love to catch up. ❞
@chains0flove
𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑷 :: i'm absolutely begging for a summer love plot where muse a goes on vacation to a beach town and meets muse b — the classic beach boy, tanned, always in the water or chilling by the shore. i need that bittersweet tension of "this won't last forever" mixed with the whirlwind intensity of a love that burns fast and fierce. give me all the sun-soaked moments, salty skin, and the feeling of impending goodbye hanging over every kiss. if you're up for plotting this short but steamy, heartache-filled summer romance, message me or like this post !!
Are you going to let me wrap my arm around your throat?
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god, they were lethal whenever they got too close to each other. if they weren’t arguing, trying to make the other jealous, or trading dirty looks from opposite sides of the room, then they were tangled up in bedsheets pretending like yasira moaning his name was the most natural sound in the world. it was exhausting. addictive too. “mhm, there it is.” yasira nodded slowly, almost smug about it, like she’d been waiting for him to crack all night. “i knew you were jealous.” her eyes narrowed on him then, sharp and glittering beneath the dim lights. “since when do you care who i fuck?” and god, she loved the look on his face. “contaminating your space?” yasira repeated with a soft laugh “please...” she stepped a little closer. “you weren’t saying that last night when you were practically begging to put it back in me for another round.”
deep down he truly had a thing for her, sometimes she drove him mad, and other times his face was between her meaty thighs as he tasted her sweet nector -- even his cock enjoyed the fun just as much as his mouth. perhaps she caught on the jealousy part. ❝ you know what, you are absolutely right. why should i care about who you fuck.❞ daniel shouldn't even care and though he tried plenty of times not to feel this way, there were times he just couldn't shove that feeling away. giving a shrug of his shoulder his blue hues fell to her hips, the way they swayed and haunted him at the same time. a face so beautiful that he couldn't make his mind shut the fuck up or erase all traces of memories of her. ❝ yeah, plenty of rounds. no pussy is tighter than yours, nobody claims it better than me. not even that other guy. and about contaminating my space, you literally are -- i can smell that fuckers cologne on you. ❞
eyebrows rose at the touch of her hand before showing a small smirk. “you know, two can play this game,” he whispered. with the way she was acting, it was obvious what she wanted, but dante had other plans. he wasn't going to give in easily and wanted to see how long she could be patient. even when he wanted nothing more than to give her all his attention, he knew he could wait a while longer. “i could, but i think it'd be a good idea if mingled with others for a bit. it might seem odd if we just stick to each other, right? maybe if you ask nicely later, you'll get what you want.” gently, dante pulled her hand away but at the same time, he made sure to give her ass a rough squeeze.
❝ well, i hope it doesn't back fire on you. ❞ she says quickly. dark hues gazed the way his lips slightly curled into a smirk, a delicious looking one that she resisted from kissing. she'll behave for the moment or until one can't. ❝ i suppose you can, not like i'm holding you hostage love. ask nicely .... ❞ a softly chuckle left her lips, dark hues gazing at him. ❝ and what makes you think i'll come looking for you later? that's real bold of you to say. anyway, when you are done socializing you know where to find me, you got the key to our meet up place. if you don't come you might not like what i'll do next. ❞
helena almost choked mid sip at the man's attempt at chivalry. apparently it wasn't dead. “wouldn't be the first time. i think i can handle it.” she took another sip of her blueberry martini and inched the bowl of pretzels over to him. “i only work with a few female athletes and an nba player that i haven't seen tonight. not sure why i'm still invited to these things.” she sighed, taking a bite out of an olive. giving dawsons a once over, “you're not dressed nice enough to be with the event. hotel guest?”
❝ can you? ❞ tilting his head with a smirk on his lips. ❝ you must be doing your job right if you keep getting invited to these events then. that means they value your work.❞ eyes falling on the bowl of pretzels she pushed along the table top, dawson took a few pretzels to munch on. but her other question had him chuckling. ❝ ah, i care less for what i wear. being in a suit and tie for long periods of time suffocates me. is my hoodie and jeans not make me look handsome? ❞ he asks, putting his arms out so she can take a far better look at his clothes. ❝ and be honest hot hotel guest.❞
' you know , actually , ' leans in just enough to allure him with the smell of her perfume as she lowers her voice to speak just between the two of them . ' i think he's pretty good at making me the happiest i've ever been . see this smile ? totally all him . ' / closed starter for @gctfuked , based
his gaze fell on her pretty mouth, leaning just close enough that he could smell her floral perfume. tone low enough in case anyone else could hear them near by. ❝ i highly doubt he keeps you satisfied. ❞ with the close proximity, dimitri took the initiative pulling her by her waist. petite frame pinned against him, his hand slipped down her hip feeling the curves -- his free hand tucked a few of her hair strands behind her ear, his obsession with danica slowly flourish into something else. ❝ you are a terrible liar danica. that smile is because you and i are alone. look at you, tell me you can't resist me. tell me you don't want me to kiss you right now. ❞
✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.
• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here. • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper. • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you. • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.
childhood best friends slash roommates who get immensely drunk one night and have sex and then just continue to keep doing it because that’s the only way they think they can have each other. spoiler: they’re both in love with each other and have been for years, but don’t wanna say shit about it because they’re afraid of losing each other. cue angst.
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plotted starter ... @aconites / joise.
❝ missed me that much? aren't you afraid to get caught. ❞ grinning at her with a drink in his hand, eyes fixated on her slowly eyeing her curves. angelo stepped closer his gaze moving up to her pretty face, then falling on her lips. ❝ i'm not afraid you know, the idea is quite exhilarating. ❞
OFF CAMPUS 1.06 "The Breakaway"
starter ... @sugaredwraith
❝ and why do you think this is a great idea?❞ he asked genuinely confused yet intrigued deep down. fake dating anyone was not on his bingo card, perhaps other things were but never dating someone to help out a mutual friend. ❝ couldn't you think of another bachelor for this plan? ❞
