ivy

[ivygrcws]

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[outerzone]

guilt washed over him at his best friend's tone. in hindsight, it was very obvious what was happening, but he wasn't the best at picking up hints. the only reason he went to any parties was because of hart, and it definitely wasn't to f l i r t with people. hart was his first for a lot of things, and even when rory had made very few attempts to get physical in the past, it never felt right. making out with other people was boring now. ❝ no, she wanted to see my uh - sylveon vmax. you know, pokemon, ❞ he muttered, feeling like a total idiot. he should've explained the whole situation earlier, but when he saw the man smirk, all his swirling thoughts paused to realize the mistake he just made. his eyes widened as the other tilted his head up, and heat rushed to his face. ❝ this is bullying, you know.❞ he grumbled light-heartedly as he was made to stare up at his best friend. ❝ . . . no one makes me cum like you do, ❞ he repeated while his heart beated out of his chest, since it was easier than confessing what he really wanted to say. no one makes me feel the way you do.

[ivygrcws]

hart hates how jealous he can get, hates that his insecurities bite at him and reopen old wounds. and he hates that he froze rory out over a misunderstanding. there was no one else for hart. ever since the two of them first crossed the line into something more, hart hadn’t thought about another. ( admittedly, hart hadn’t thought about another in ages - - his crush on rory taking complete control over him ). a helplessly fond smile curls onto his lips, “pokemon? you’re adorable. i’m sure she wanted to get into your pants, rory, and you showed her a pokemon?” but, god, hart’s glad that’s all that happened. as hart’s baby blues locked with rory’s captivating doe eyes, he tuts playfully, “you think this is bullying?” takes it a step further and runs his thumb over rory’s lower lip, dragging his tongue over his own. hart’s cheeks turn pink ( a reaction he hopes rory doesn’t notice ) and his heart fumbles over itself. he can’t hide the grin that takes over his features and hands fall to rory’s waist. leans closer, brushing his lips over the shell of the other’s ear, “and would you like for me to make you cum now?”

[n4stys]

@ivygrcws : legally blonde quote .

" so you're breaking up with me because i'm too . . . blonde ? "

[ivygrcws]

“you’re misconstruing my words,” cleo protests, eyes wide. “i meant my psychic told me i’d end up with a brunette.” steps closer, “maybe she’s wrong? or maybe…maybe you could dye your hair?”

[lustfools]

"who?" teddy turns obliviously, the interaction flirty but forgettable to him. it was his natural inclination to turn on the charm whenever he spoke to anyone, so it was easy enough for them to slip through the cracks. "oh. no, no he's not a friend of mine. i think he works a few jobs, so he's seen me around before." cue the gentle shrug, as if it meant nothing. which to teddy, it really didn't. "why? are you interested in him or something?" he teases then, attempting to bite down at his own jealousy over the prospect.

[ivygrcws]

“oh,” laurie smiles widely, utterly relieved. his chest doesn’t feel as tight, laurie feels like he can breathe again - - he’s well aware of teddy’s charm, he’s fallen under his spell countless times. it’s easy to pretend, to dream that maybe he’s more than just a friend to teddy when he’s so damn captivating. but laurie knows the truth, teddy is far out of his league. eyes widen underneath his glasses and he grows flustered. “oh…no, no…not interested,” he shakes his head and keeps talking before he can think, before he can stop himself, “i’m afraid someone else has my attention.” cheeks grow pink and he wishes he could bite his tongue.

[eternityleaves]

cont. : @ivygrcws

any trace of smugness on flynn's countenance fades instantly when the b-word is flung at him. brows furrow as he repeats it: " boyband—? " with utter distaste as if it's the worst accusation in the world. to him, it kinda is. they've worked way too hard in carving their niche that being reduced to a group dancing about on stage in matching outfits rubs him the wrong way. " you've gotta be joking, right? have you even given us a listen, or are you just spitting out bullshit? " it only dawns on flynn when he sees the smirk on the other's lips that he might be giving the exact intended reaction. his jaw clenches and he steps back, rolling his eyes. " ...whatever. maybe next time watch where you're going, all absorbed in your phone like that. "

[ivygrcws]

eyes linger on the other’s features, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. and doesn’t flynn look gorgeous when he’s frustrated? this only encourages elias to to press the blonde’s buttons more. “come on…i bet you look sexy taking part in a choreographed dance.” he leans his back against the elevator wall, gaze not leaving the other. “yeah, i’ve listened to your stuff…i’m a radio dj. abysmal something or other, isn’t it? the name of your band?” smile grows. at his words, elias shoves his phone into his back pocket. “i’m distraction free now. you have all of my attention.”

[dvstbvnnies]

joey could do this for hours, fuck, days even. he agrees that hart was made for him, not just his cock, but everything. the way he looks at him sends him into a spiral, and he wonders just how much more he can take.

the loss of hart in front of him makes him feel empty, hungry even, as he brings himself to his feet once more. "anything, baby?" he asks with a bright smile, while he pulls his shirt over his head. his eyes darken at the sight of hart laid before him, stroking himself as joey undressed. what a fucking sight to behold. he undoes the buckle to his belt, then his button, then his zipper, and he's pushing his jeans off, letting them fall to the floor unceremoniously, before he's stepping out of them. thumbs hook into the waistband of his boxers, and those, too, join his clothes on the floor. "i like the sound of that," he teases and crowds hart's space again. his lips find their home against his once more, with a soft sigh, as his hand replaces hart's around his cock.

[ivygrcws]

he’s belonged to joey since the moment their eyes locked. joey is hart’s other half, the missing piece of his heart. and now he’s whole. love twinkles in hart’s baby blues and lust meets it in a perfect storm.

hart’s propped on his elbow, the other arm draped over his torso as his hand slowly strokes his cock, missing the warmth of joey’s mouth. “anything,” he repeats, timbre low before his jaw falls open as he watches joey undress. hand moves faster, a moan tumbling from his lips as the brunette removes his last article of clothing. “fucking hell, baby. you are a vision.” his heart beats faster than ever before, pathetic desperation building up in his body. eyes rake over every ripple of muscle, every cut of skin and lips sink into his own lower lip as his eyes linger on joey’s cock. before he knows it, joey is on top of him and hart’s hands can finally touch his bare skin, eagerly gripping his ass. eyes flutter closed as their lips write poetry against one another’s. “god, joey,” his hips buck into the other’s touch, “you’re driving me crazy.” his own hand reaches for joey’s cock, sighing at how heavy it feels beneath his hand.

[hcrrormovie]

|| open starter || males 25+ || || muse || blair jones ||

" you and i both know a woman's virginity is one of the most important tools used when a marriage is to take place. we both know i am betrothed to someone else. you can't be asking such a thing of me. "

[ivygrcws]

"it was wrong of me, i do apologize." runs his hand down his face in frustration and heartache. "it pains me to see someone else taking your hand in marriage. you know i've loved you since i was first graced with your presence."

[hcrrormovie]

|| open starter || female 30 + || || muse || lachlan fraser ||

" don't you dare look at me like that, we both know that in due time that we're going to have to tell our families that you are with child. "

[ivygrcws]

chest tightens and clara has to steady her breathing. her head is spinning and she feels weak ( she unsure if it's because of the baby or lachlan's proposal ). "we can put it off," eyes are filled with fear as she looks at her beloved, "what if…perhaps they never have to know."

[sugcrtalkin]

"hope," she repeats it like it's the funniest thing she's ever heard. a beat, her eyes cutting to his — mistake, because he's doing that thing with his face again, all soft and open, and something low in her stomach does something she absolutely refuses to acknowledge. "one date," she says, the sharpness in her voice just a fraction softer than she means it to be. "and that's it."

[ivygrcws]

"hope," he nods, accentuating the importance of the word as dark hair falls into his face. doe eyes flicker over rima's enchanting features and he waits with bated breath. all milo wants is one chance. features light up ( too eagerly ) and the widest, giddiest smile dances on his lips. "how about now? don't make me wait any longer, rima…please?" bats his lashes and sticks his lower lip out in a dramatic pout.

[b3gg3d]

he was trying to be --- low key about how needy he was for the other, but he knew he wasn't doing the best job of that. especially if anyone looked at him longer than five minutes,''just for you..'' there's a giggle, hands slowly dropping from his shirt. he practically prunes at the praise, any other noise going on around them drowning out. he takes the keys and looks back to him, he didn't wanna leave his side.''you better be.. don't wanna have to start without you,'' shaking his body to let the shiver pass.

[ivygrcws]

hollis smirks, basking in the way ben needs him. loves how desperate he is - - hollis has certainly turned him naughty. leans forward, covertly whispering into ben’s ear, “don’t you dare start without me, darling. don’t want to have to punish you.” and as he watches ben exit, he can’t help but grin. hollis waits a reasonable four minutes and thirty-one seconds before he says his goodbyes, eager to get to his place and have ben to himself. the door’s been left unlocked and he steps inside slowly. “where’s my needy boy?” calls out as he rounds into the living room.

[sunbecms]

"sure, you're an angel in some ways. but in others ... ?" sebastian purses his lips in a tease before breaking out into a smirk. leans in and winks a single eye. "i know the truth." he should probably check whether kobi's single before flirting this overtly, but seb's never been one to overthink what are just jokes. it's all in good fun, right ? besides, their on and off fling ( if you could even call it that, ) was in the past. it's not like he's trying to sleep with him right this second. "too bad. could've blamed the moaning on the haunted campgrounds. would've made a great campfire ghost story for the weekend." if kobi's reading into anything seb's saying, it's going completely over his head. he stupidly thinks kobi covers up at first 'cause he's cold or something. "uncomfortable ? what — no. are you ?"

[ivygrcws]

it was the truth : sebastian had turned kobi into a minx. the simple wink does something to kobi’s body that he’d rather not address at the moment, lashes flutter as he tries to compose himself. “only you know that side of me,” he retorts with a shy smile. and should he have offered up that information so easily? probably not. it’s always been clear to kobi that their trysts were strictly no strings attached for seb. as for kobi, he’d poured everything into their entanglement and had fallen hard - - fallen hard and never truly gotten over him. such was fate : a cruel trickster, dangling sebastian in front of kobi again for the first time in ages. kobi knew he was out of reach, knew sebastian was out of his league and probably had an endless list of people fighting over him. eyes widen and kobi laughs bashfully, “you’d have them hear me…moan…and blame it on ghosts?” glances down at his bare torso and shrugs, “oh…i just meant. if you didn’t want to see me shirtless, i could put more clothes on.” fuck, kobi he wishes he could shove his foot in his mouth and stop talking. wishes he could start this whole interaction over, wishes he could rewind to the beginning and do it right. wishes he were smooth and suave instead of timid and awkward. maybe then sebastian would want him and not just for a night.

[invcntions]

CLOSED STARTER for @ivygrcws <3

he's not sure what made him introduce himself, the moment of panic when met with familiar features short-circuiting something in his brain as he'd stuck his hand out and told them his name's finn. he's not actually heard anything since, mind elsewhere as the conversation is filled by a mutual friend who hadn't been wrong in their assertion the two of them would get along, though it's very clear they don't know how well. his throat clears softly as the third party finally leaves, smile forced to his features as fingers push back through messy hair. “ i'm sorry, i don't know why i — ” his gestures absently behind them. “ you're back. ” it's meant to be an observation, though it comes out as a question when he has to force down the faint hope it's for longer than a quick visit.

[ivygrcws]

oh, yes - - finn and reece get on well ( or at least, they had before reece left ). heart sinks when finn reaches his hand out as if he didn’t know reece. as if reece wasn’t even a part of finn’s story. and reece can’t blame him, reece had been the one who wasn’t ready to be out. not back then. gaze lingers far too long on finn’s lips, utterly enthralled by the same mouth he once wrote poetry against with his own kiss. a soft blush tickles his cheeks once they’re alone, body catching fire just being near finn again. “oh…no, don’t apologize. i wouldn’t have even acknowledged me if i were in your position,” features fall, guilt swimming in his eyes. there hadn’t been a moment when finn wasn’t on reece’s mind, no matter how much time passed and no matter how many miles were between them. gaze lifts to meet finn’s, still completely taken by him. “i’m back, yeah. after the injury i figured coming back home was what was best.” and before he can stop himself, words roll off his tongue, “i’m really glad to see you. i was hoping to find you.”

[ivygrcws]

ꪆৎ closed starter for @hxneymind

twinkling lights hung above their heads, the hum of the crowd at the rehearsal dinner fading into the background when his eyes land on them. jalen’s heartbeat skips frantically, half of him still heartbroken and the other half still in love. clears his throat nervously before walking up to them with a gentle smile, “so, i guess we’ll be seeing a lot of one another this weekend.”

[hvzeful]

he tries not to let the silence linger too long, but it settles heavily between them anyway. "hey," samir says quietly, softer than before. "you don't owe me a warning every time someone new makes you happy." even if the thought makes his chest ache. "i think part of me just got comfortable thinking... no matter what happened between us, i'd still be the person you came back to." the confession slips out before he can stop it, honest and ugly in the way his feelings for malik had only ever been. "so yeah," he exhales shakily. "i'm trying to be okay with it. i just don't know how to stop feeling replaced by people who haven't even known you as half as long as i have."

[ivygrcws]

feels his whole world falling apart around him, chest tightening as if he’s stuck beneath the rubble. had malik misread their trysts? had there been something more there for samir - - just as there’d always been something more there for malik? behind every kiss, every brush of skin there was love and devotion from malik, but he’d thought it was unrequited. “happy is an exaggeration, samir,” he laments. but the other’s next words steal his breath and make him lightheaded. “you…samir, did you want me to come back to you? i thought…” hand drags down his face in confusion, “i thought you just wanted sex. yeah?” presses his lips together before letting the words tumble from his mouth, “did you want more?” steps closer, hesitantly and reaches for samir’s hand, “you’re not being replaced.” not even close.

[ivygrcws]

ꪆৎ closed starter for @lustfools

he can’t even be upset, not when he’s looking at laurie like that. a dimpled smile pulls on his lips, “so…uhm…is that a friend of yours?” he’s being nosey while trying to hide his insecurities ( and he thinks he’s doing a decent job ).

[sunbecms]

as he listens to oliver rattle off compliments towards him, brooks feels the skin on his arms warm and burn with embarrassment. suddenly having someone perceive you so deeply after a lifetime of being completely overlooked is foreign and brooks doesn't know how to process all of it just yet. and that in itself is embarrassing, too. he has no way to explain this to oliver. growing up in a place where mirrors were banned, he only saw vague, dusty reflections of himself in glass, and it never looked remarkable. handsome feels like a stretch. "i think, um, all those things about you too." the admission squeezes his throat, but he manages to get it out. not eloquently, but he hopes the honesty translates well enough. "oh — not at all. i've never, uh ...." brooks trails off, his eyes flickering away nervously. "y'know, either." he gives oliver's hand a reassuring squeeze, the physical always easier for brooks than words. prays his inability to communicate doesn't scare oliver off, because nothing has ever felt so alright in his whole life, actually. and though he can't vocalize that, he instead nods gently against oli's forehead and tilts his head up to catch his lips in a soft kiss.

[ivygrcws]

notices the way brooks shies away from his words and it makes his heart ache. could he not see it? could he not see the way people stopped and stared - - the way oliver's eyes couldn't leave him? brooks otto was nothing short of stunning. when brooks' confession leaves his lips, oliver can't help the flicker of insecurity that settles in his chest, his heart tightening painfully. had he said too much? did brooks not think he was attractive? he wouldn't blame him, of course. oliver's insecurities ran deep - - unhealed wounds left by by cruel words still pained him - - and he'd never quite liked the way he looked. but he'd hoped, perhaps naively, that maybe brooks might. "you haven't?" there's shock written across oliver's features. "i would've thought… y'know, since you're so attractive and kind." his lips curl into a soft smile as he returns the squeeze of brooks' hand. a shy laugh escapes him, "i guess we're both in the same boat, huh?" all the cues brooks was giving pointed to him liking oliver, but there were still worries that lingered. but all doubt slipped away when brooks' lips met his in a kiss that stopped time. it was as if the stars above had been holding their breath, waiting for this moment ( and oliver had been, too ). hand reaches to cradle brooks' jaw as his lips move against brooks' in a way that he could only describe as perfect and he's certain the blonde can feel how fast his heart is racing. after a few moments, oliver pulls back for air, but rests his nose against brooks' and with a whisper, he confesses, "that was…better than i dreamed it'd be."

[n4stys]

@ivygrcws : chasing cars by snow patrol .

" if i just lay here , would you lie with me and just forget the world ? "

[ivygrcws]

"you know i would," luc hums, climbing into bed and collapsing next to bentley, running soft circles on his cheek. "you're my favorite escape." a smirk curls onto his lips, "and my favorite distraction."