Sun Chips

My name is T. I'm in my 20s (28 y'all) and I'm here to rp. I'm slow btw.

[mysteryoflovc]

“We shouldn’t have let it get this far.” for Nyjah

"I know that you're right. Still hard to accept that." They're better off as friends but how can they go back? How can he forget the press of them beneath his hands. How beautiful their face looks when he brings them right to their peak. Nyjah has to put all those moments back into the box they opened. It had been a mistake if their words are anything to go off of. Nyjah swallows down the ache in his throat as he avoids the others gaze that feels like it's boring into him. He has to turn his body away entirely as the sheets pool around his waist. He hates the hollowness in his chest as he rubs a hand across his jaw. "We'll go back to being friends. How hard can that be right?"

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 - @hartofxmatter

[mysteryoflovc]

“You can stop pretending you’re fine. Nobody believes it after their third drink.” for Elijah

"I'm trying to be fine for you my love." Elijah insists with a gentle shake of his head as he watches Eva. Of course the liquor is taking it's toll and he feels guilt knowing that she cant join him. His hand splays across her belly knowing that he should be preparing them for how their lives are going to change so soon. Their baby is coming next week and Elijah is knee deep in liquor wishing his grandmother were still alive. Wishing that Eva's father was someone else entirely. "I'm just feeling guilty about the family she is coming into. Our love for her will be undeniable but how can we ever explain the circumstances..." It's not something he needs to be digging up right now. "Eva. I'm just thinking too much." Elijah smiles only because she is the brightest light in his life. The most beautiful person to love him it's almost unbelievable. "Don't let this burden you. I don't want to stress either of you out."

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 - @hartofxmatter

[lovebvrns]

Priya very much liked what she saw too, but she thought it was best to leave that part out. "You have quite the name so people look you up, they wonder what you're like, what you're up to. I wanted to check that, do a bit of research of what your image is like online." Did that make sense? She hoped it did. Lips pressed together and the question about liking it make her let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah, I-" Priya cleared her throat. "I liked it, too. Professionally, of course. It seemed you had a good vacation. Lots of sun, sunsets, swimming trunks and all that." Hands moved to close her laptop, the screen going black as she disconnected her laptop from the device. Eyes lowered to the closed laptop on the table and she shrugged slowly. It wasn't like she could talk herself out of this one. "I wasn't looking for anything. I just wondered what you did, you know - outside of work, what you're like." Priya admitted before looking up at him again. "I promise I'm not some sort of spy or anything, I was just shamelessly stalking your instagram."

[hartofxmatter]

It wasn't that he didn't understand what she was saying, but the corners of his lips quirked up showed how much he enjoyed her attempt at digging out of a hole she had put herself in. His tongue ran across his lip, trying to choose the right words. "A very thorough job, doing something I didn't think about. Or ask you to do." More so on the latter. He hadn't asked at all, didn't see the company wide benefit. "Ah, professionally. That and swim trunks do not usually go in the same sentence." He couldn't help but chuckle, something he had been fighting since the realization that she had looked him up so blatantly. "I just, if you were wondering, why not just ask, Priya?" He didn't think he was so intimidating that his own assistant couldn't ask something as simple as what he did outside of work. Not that he found himself that entertaining either. "I'm not judging you... too hard. I just can't believe you left it open."

[mysteryoflovc]

“You’re staring again. Should I take that as an invitation?” for Cas <3

"Where else do you expect me to look when you're lookin' like that?" Cassell raises his brows as he pulls her in closer with the hand splayed on the small of her back. "You really showed out tonight. Glad we're here together so none of these guys get any ieas." He can't help but glance around as if to prove his point. There's no one else he'd rather bring to one of these fancy, over the top galas he's forced to go to by his agent. Cas can't even hide the smile constantly plastered across his face as he keeps his gaze trained on Destiny like it has been the majority of the evening. "It's always an invitation when it comes to you baby, you know that."

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 - @hartofxmatter

[mysteryoflovc]

sender kisses receiver to wish them luck. destiny & cas

"Stop it, Des. You know I gotta go out there and focus." Cassell scolds her softly with a wide grin. He kisses her again despite his own words. His hands slipping around her waist as he ignores the calls of his name from his agent. Cas hates doing interviews and he hates pretending to care about that shit. All he wants to focus on is ball and Destiny. And the season is over and he should be spared this shit until October. Finally he detaches from her and it's like ripping a leech off your leg. God, he wishes they were anywhere but here at the training facility. Cassell has been thinking about the trip he's about to take her on, the ring he tucked away in his suitcase knowing it was crazy fast but unable to stop himself. "Let me try not to say anything crazy." REASONS TO KISS - @hartofxmatter

[lovebvrns]

Priya's eyes widened at Marcel's reaction and she just nodded slowly, gently. She could do this. Keep calm, take breaths. "Exactly, yeah." Priya nodded another few times before pressing her lips together. God, she wished she could disappear. "It's - alright. I mean, I obviously didn't look at it long enough to form an opinion but those last photos they were good, I guess. You have a lot of likes and comments so people probably like you." That didn't make it any better, probably, but it wasn't like she could come up with anything else that fast while he was practically in front of her. "I'm sorry, it's none of my business to snoop through your socials."

[hartofxmatter]

Did she know how telling her face was? How easy it was to see her unnerved. He had given her a hand in her cover, only because he wanted to see how she took his help. Here she was scrambling and he had to fight back laughing. He sucked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head. "Yeah but they're strangers man, they just like what they see." Not that he minded or even took social media seriously. He did actually want to know why she had creeped on his socials or what she was looking for. "But did you like it? As my assistant?" He asked easily? He nodded easily, shrugging after. "It's fine, just tell me why. What were you looking for Priya?:

[charmednoir]

"The demon." Parker replies, giving up on getting his name right. Halphas was so lame in comparison to Hoochienanny, no? "You know, like C4? Big boom? Well, he might be a medium boom."

Eva's annoyed expression reminds Pierce of Parker in a way, the irritation of inconvenience seems like it far outweighs the fear of what could happen if this demon stays on the loose. Pierce can't help but shrug at her question, picking up where Parker left off.

"Sometimes we can refer to demons using the Lesser Key of Solomon, which was written by occultists in the time where nobility tiers were a thing. Halphas might not consider himself an Earl, but it lets us know how strong he should be in comparison to other demons."

Phineas elbows Parker playfully as soon as Eva makes the comment about eye candy. "Oh no, not a shame at all. Pierce is more than free to come by and visit when he's not doing witchly things, aren't you Pierce?"

Pierce feels the tips of his ears start to get hot. He offers Eva an apologetic glance before he aims a glare at his brother. His next words get pushed through his teeth. "Why don't we focus on the task at hand, Phineas?"

Phineas sends a sweet smile back at his brother. "Mhmm, sure."

[hartofxmatter]

"And blowing up the demon doesn't harm my staff, right?" Somehow they had gone from nobility to fireworks in a matter of seconds. Adjusting to how they talked was proving a bit harder as she went on. It wasn't that she didn't understand, it just didn't make complete sense. Then again, this was completely out of her element and more so out of her control. It would've been more fun for Eva if she got to play detonator.

Did they really think she was following along too easily? "I suppose my day had to have been going too easy for me to get a lame demon." As if that was how it worked. "You guys can handle him, right?"

Phineas reminded her of her sister. Butting in when no one asked, but on this end it was far more entertaining from this angle than being the one teased. Pierce on the other hand was adorable and clearly an easy target. Eva tsked softly, "you can just say you don't want to visit me. i can handle it," she joked.

[mysteryoflovc]

There's always going to be something so visceral about her fathers refusal to say anything kind to Eva. Anything at all just because she's always had to be strong. It's not the same thing. Arguing with the old man is like arguing with a brick wall and Elijah always feels insane each time they meet. He tries to relax as he looks towards Eva's face and he can't help the smile he attempts to try and reassure her. It must look strange on his face. Uncanny. "You're welcome my love." Elijah feels fond just seeing the roundness of her belly. Proof of their love even here. "Is that what you want?" Elijah completely ignores her father until he speaks once more. He slowly turns towards him and he's always respected his elders. He swears he was raised by his strict grandmother who while letting him run a little feral didn't hesitate to take a belt to the palms of his hands. "Eva is strong because she's had to be. You've made her be without any promise of affection or words of encouragement from you. You think all you've done is hardened her but she is soft. You won't ever see that. She deserves to hear those words from you if you think you'll ever see this baby." Elijah is not sure that he wants to. "We can go if you're ready."

[hartofxmatter]

Oh, fuck. She knows her husband too well to know that the thin line they're holding onto is about a few seconds from snapping. The forced smile on Elijah's face, the way he's trying to withhold how much barb is in her tone towards her father. If it was any other moment she could praise him for lasting this long, especially with her fathers remarks but the only thing on Eva's mind was preventing a murder at the moment. At least they both knew his attempts at breathing exercises had worked. "It's what I need." Eva replies. It's what they all need, and she's certain her blood pressure had been raised since the moment she crossed the threshold. For her sanity, for her husband not to murder her father, leaving is the only clear option. Eva pauses as Elijah talks, his words bringing flutters to her stomach. Or it's their child kicking out of agreement. She's not sure which and it simply doesn't matter. Elijah 's words are a comfort. Another attempt at filling in the gap in her heart. She had never questioned whether she made the wrong choice with him and even more so she's sure. Though it is just like him to get the last word. Eva stands from the couch, tightly grasping Elijah's hand. "More than ready." It's hard to imagine her father never seeing their child, but she has no intention on making Eli have to walk back those words. "You'll regret it." Her father speaks, but Eva already starts puling Elijah away.

[sturmboe]

Aside from regular spousal disagreements, it was surprising that Raijin was able to keep this relationship alive without further outbursts. No other wives of his in the millennia had ever managed to tame him to that point. And Hae-Yeon did not even have to do much other than be herself. At times she knew to challenge him while at other times she caved in or even managed to sooth his tempers, who knew at this point how many lives were spared just because she stepped in to sweet talk her husband. Compliments usually did well, making him reconsider other options that still benefited him. While rarely letting her be involved in his actual work or the brutality of it, sometimes it was a good thing to let him believe something to be his idea even if it was not. Like that there was balance between them, one that made for such peace at times that they could be silly as they were now in a little losing game. Yes, he knew she would not win this yet he adored her confidence. Even let off of her most sensitive spots as she looked through the gallery, hands only teasing apart her legs further to stroke along her inner thighs. Skin that was usually marked from his lips or fingers was so unscathed now, hinting at how long they haven't had the time to properly engage their bodies. A hum from his lips was pressed to her neck, the realization already having him get a little rougher with her skin at the base to leave behind a hickey that many more would join that night. "I am patience personified." Was half joked once she settled back in only her lingerie that clung to perfectly plump curves that invited more than just his gaze. Height difference made it so easy to gaze down the full length of her body, no need to stall any longer now that she was ready for him. His beautiful wife. Fingers pushed back right where they left off underneath the lace of her panties, although this time to stroke down the length of her sex, feel its shape and tease her folds, the sticky wetness so easily coating thick fingers once more. Drawn back up it led to her clit, circling motions gently massaging the sensitive nerve so it would throb to a slightly harder shape. His spare hand clipped open her bra so it could swiftly slide down her arms, no need for it now that he could hold her chest with his arm, a palm feeling her breast and tease its fingers over her nipple. "Don't forget to watch the screen, my flower." Was hummed to her neck just before his hot tongue drew up the length of it, kissing just underneath her jaw. Hae-Yeon looked so perfect, felt so perfect, it obviously aroused his own heat as thick cock would undeniably be felt pressed against her behind. Not that it mattered, after all he was not the one trying to resist his urges.

[hartofxmatter]

His fingers had moved away from the place she had asked for but his touch was still teasing. Like she could ignore the way his hands grazed along the inside of her thighs. Hae-Yeon couldn't complain, fully. She should have been a little more clear in her ask. No touch until she was settled in place in his lap. Still it was a little easier for her to think and move with his fingers just teasing her thighs. Her eyes narrowed slightly feeling the touch of his lips on her neck. Patience personified was really far from his actions at the moment. Patience only partially being used in the moment. "Right. right. How could I propose you to be anything other than patient." She teased, leaning back against his chest.

She stilled for a moment feeling his touch before she adjusted back to it. It simply wasn't fair. She hadn't thought this entire challenge through, really. The only one who was being tested was her and few movies, no movie was really good enough of a distraction for his touch. Not when she had been craving it for far too long. Her head tilted back, snapping back at his words. This was clearly going to be harder than she thought. Fuck. She definitely felt something hard. Her gaze focused on the screen, some meet-cute she could only have process occurring on their screen. At least slight attention was still attention. "Riaden," she sighed. Her hips rolled to feel him. The layer of fabric between the thin layer of her panties and his pants was an annoyance that she wouldn't mention. Not while the layer currently held her sanity.

[1ovebitez]

frustration prickles at the nape of his neck, like a mosquito he can't swat away. he keeps trying to fix this, trying to say the right thing, but every attempt at putting his feelings into words goes hopelessly awry. at the rate he was digging himself into this hole, they could build a second swimming pool over his trampled remains. " everyone in here says the word comfortable like it's a bad thing. " he's heard it time and again — justification, he thinks, for taking a sledgehammer to something that never needed fixing to begin with. " why does it have to be one or the other? i want comfort. i want you. what's so bad about a relationship without drama? " she drops his hand, and it might as well have been a slap for the way it leaves him sitting there, wounded and reeling. leo glances down at the space their hands had occupied, fingers flexing and unflexing as if unsure of what to do with themselves. " you keep asking what i'm thinking, what i'm feeling. like i'm the only person with a say in what happens. " swallowing hard, he tears his gaze away from the cushions, looking into her eyes with far more certainty than he feels. " but i don't think i'm the only one who needs to figure out what they want. "

[hartofxmatter]

"because it sounds like settling." maybe it's not the right word, comfortable, but it's the word that she can think of at the moment. she wanted them to enjoy each other, to be without drama. no matter how much they didn't want the drama it was clearly already there. between" the two of them like a wall too high to climb and to wide to go around. "i don't want drama, not when it comes to us. this is the only time you've ever explicitly said you wanted me, leo." but it felt like it was too late, like that was the least of their issues. she doesn't mean to hurt him, it doesn't feel good or makes the pain she feels any better. this isn't how she thought it would go. not how it should've gone at all. her brows crease as he speaks and she's so unsure how he was turning this around on her. she hadn't done anything wrong. a frown crosses sofia's face, slightly offended. "you can't honestly think i want anyone other than you, right? i told you that if someone else came in that i wanted to really get to know, i would tell you."

[limitedseries]

The Bear— “The Original Beef of Chicagoland” (5.08)

[hartofxmatter]

@troublesomemix

[troublesomemix]

He stood up from the bed, towel still attached from around his waist from getting cozy after the shower. ( He preferred to air dry, what of it? ) “ 'You've met me.' Sounds like you're putting me in a box. Labeling. Deciding for me of what you think I'm capable of. ” His tone was a little deeper on that, more offended than he let on. She had no idea what he could do. “ You couldn't be further from interested, why do you care? You don’t know anything. We’ve barely begun to know each other. ” His face started to replicate what was beginning to brew under the surface. A slow change. Nearly unintentional, but when confronted Gabriel often had a difficulty restraining some emotions. Anger was a primary one. Right now he was annoyed but it wouldn't be difficult at all for him to tip over. Her shoving her phone in his face with an image he had already seen, and had seen before in other variety in his past, only encouraged that to come out in full force. Gabriel's eyes darkened, his nose started to flare with his next response. His personal bubble alarm was going off in his head, but he was standing just as close to her as she was to him. The heat from her body matching his own, though she had more layers on than he. “ You wanna just call it off now? If something as small as that annoys you I don't know how you're going to survive being married to me, wise ass. ”

[hartofxmatter]

Miray took a step back, her gaze dropping to his waist for a moment before her gaze slowly trailed back up. Accidentally. Yeah, that's all it was. If he was trying to distract her then.. well it wasn't working. Fully. "That's exactly what I'm doing," and why was he even offended? "I'm not even sure you can handle me, so why would I think you could handle me and someone else." This was all useless conversation at the end of the day. A situation that wouldn't happen. Her gaze snapped back to his. "It's not about being interested. It's about how the press is writing me because of your actions. Of course I care about that." Of course he didn't. Gabriel had made it extremely care that he didn't care what happened to her. Especially if he got off scot-free. Miray blinked, her brain stopping for a moment, shoving down her annoyance about how close he was. She wasn't going to back up though, not when this was clearly a battle of power. "I am wise and I do have a great ass, so what." As if breaking up their engagement was a legitimate option. If they could just call it off like that, she never would have agreed in the first place. "Small? Are you just so used to the disrespect that you think I have to be as well? She stood solid, eyes narrowing to him. "I'm not calling it off. I just want some respect, idiot."

[troublesomemix]

“ What do you have to be mad about?! I was subtle, wasn't I? ” He didn't understand why she was annoyed. Okay, maybe he understood, but-- well. Number one always, right? There couldn't be any room for anything else. Miray certainly hadn't proven that she was on his side. Gabriel had no idea she ever would be. There were too many unknowns and too much at stake for him to risk his future. Even if he was going in to a marriage where they were already at war. “ Couldn't handl-- have you met me? I can handle anything. ”

He sighed, running his hands through wet hair from his shower. A rather nice one, thank you, to the start of a relaxing evening before she let herself in his quarters. Just because her room was only a few doors down didn't mean that less boundaries were present. He was annoyed, deal with it. “ We still do! Would you like to take her place? I think people would talk less. But you can't stand me, so that might be just as bad for you. ”

[hartofxmatter]

subtle? Subtle? Did Gabriel even know what subtle was? Miray took a pause before she let her head explode. This man was terrible for her blood pressure. She hadn't checked yet but she could only assume her heart rate had gotten worse since agreeing to this marriage with Gabriel. May that was his plan, frustrate her to death. His focus was entirely elsewhere at this point, wasn't it. Her arms crossed, her tone deadpanning before she could respond. "Meeting you is exactly how I know you couldn't handle two of us. You'd leave someone unsatisfied." But that was besides the point.

Her arms went up in further frustration. "Don't pin this on me? You can't stand me either." Though his words were almost distracting, that was far from the point. Why the hell did he keep offering his bed like that was a legitimate solution. Miray cleared her throat, running a hand through her hair. She pulled her phone out and clumsily pushed it in front of his face, open to the paparazzi's photos of his little 'session'. "I've seen cows more subtle than you. pulling her phone out of her pocket and straight into his face. Caught in 4 fucking k and you wanna tell me you're subtle and our truce is still in effect. You think I'm dumb?" A stupid question at the end of the day.

[champagns]

“  like i said—i’ll be watching. when it happens, you flash me the signal—twirl your hair, laugh loudly, whatever it may be—and i’ll send one of the bottle girls to distract them with a fresh bottle of their favorite tequila. you’ll slip the baggie somewhere secure. i’d suggest tucking it in your chest.  ”  alix can’t help the way his eyes drop to her cleavage, the cut of the dress low enough to where they look very, very enticing. but he snaps back into focus.  “  fake like you took it…. have you ever done coke before?  ”  he asks, assuming the answer would be no but she could surprise him. 

[hartofxmatter]

that was reassurance in the best way. he wouldn't let anything happen to her and that she was relying on. layla follows his gaze to her chest, a sly smile on the corner of her lips. "true. i'll put it right there." she wants to make some other joke but it's far from the moment or time. layla blinks a few times, did she look like she did drugs casually? "hell no, that shit seems too dangerous." oh that came out a lot more sharp than she expected. "do you... have you? what should i act like. i don't think i've ever seen anyone who does coke."

[mysteryoflovc]

His stomach is starting to churn and his chest is burning alight with his ever growing rage. Eva's father always proves him right every single time. Even this joyous news is not enough for him to show his daughter any sort of grace. Any affection. It makes him want to wrap his hands around the old mans neck until he can't say anything else to hurt her ever again. He flicks his gaze to Chloe and shoots her a tight lipped smile because that's all he can muster. The facade has easily slipped away. Eva's calling out his name and he turns his attention fully to her. He digs his own nails into the palm of his hand to distract himself from how badly he wants to kill her father. "I'll get that water for you." Elijah is reminded as he presses a kiss to her head. He steps away from the table but doesn't go far because there's simply no way her father would allow Elijah to lurk around his house. He takes a cup from the bar cart and eyes Chloe as he pours Eva water. Elijah would love to shatter the glass in her fathers face but his self control is working over time. He brings her the glass and sets it down. "I do know that." Elijah swallows down his anger. "Don't you think she'd like to hear kind words from her father regardless?"

[hartofxmatter]

Eva figures they should have had a safe word. A word perfect for just this moment when either of them has too little patience or the conversation is just too far gone for anything productive to happen. Yet she's not sure if Eli would take the push for them to leave, not when he seemed so ready to verbally spar with her dad. Eva glances at Chloe, a silent look for help. Between her sister's gaze and Elijah's, Chloe isn't completely sure what to do. This whole thing is past what any of them could have imagined. Evangeline catches Eli's action, annoyed her father's words have caused him to almost hurt himself, even if it's far from intentional. "Thank you, baby" she murmurs but her hand reaches for him instead of the glass. "It's okay but maybe we should go instead?" It the only thing she can figure at the moment. Her father laughs as if he's hearing a joke. "No. No, I don'[t think she needs to hear it. She does work without it why would it make a difference?"

[lovebvrns]

muse: priya, mid to late twenties, personal assistant

plot: "i had to give my boss a presentation and while sharing my screen it showed the latest instagram posts of my boss i was looking at"

"That's not-" Priya couldn't even properly get any words out as she was busy trying to close the tabs of her boss' latest holiday photos on Instagram. "I'm sorry, this is weird - a colleague send me this, it's not like I look up your Instagram. I promise." She definitely was.

[hartofxmatter]

Marcel brought a hand over the bottom of his face to hide his expression. He had a few thoughts running through his mind and only a few of them could be spoken outloud. "Right, no you're just studying so if someone asks you know what I like, right." Oh he wanted to make this so bad for her. "What do you think about my profile though?"

[charmednoir]

"Wouldn't be doing this if we didn't have to, bruh." Marcus replies, squatting in front of Daniel so he can see him. That cold voice is chilling, with cold hard resolve built into every syllable. There's no way Daniel will be able to haggle out of this one, and as if the ropes are snakes listening to the sound of Marcus' voice, they tighten even further around Daniel's wrists.

Not too long after, Mahad's voice is behind him. "Think happy thoughts, gorgeous." Then he is sinking his own blade into Daniel's bound forearm, the athame carving a long, red line down to his wrists.

Magna closes his eyes, it's partly so he can concentrate on the chant, expert latin falling from his lips, but mostly so he doesn't have to see what's happening.

[hartofxmatter]

How was he supposed to believe their bullshit when they're about to harm him? Like they've even explained why they're doing it. Daniel stops fighting the ropes. His eyes close, wanting to hit one of them. As if that would help. "Fuck." He mutters, feeling the sharp blade.

"No fucking happy thoughts right now." He mutters. They have to be pulling his damn leg. "You guys are insane." He's not sure who they are still, that hasn't changed.