𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗹𝘆𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋

“   we   almost   made   it   feel   like   forever.   ”  

[softlyever]

    𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗹𝘆𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋      is  an  independent,  semi-selective,  multi-muse  account dedicated  to  the  fictional  characters  that  reside  here  ...  mun  is  30 +  preferring  the  pronouns  she  +  her  and  lives  in  pst  tmz.  this  account  will  contain  triggering  content  and  nsfw  imagery,  so  viewer  discretion  is  advised  ...  otherwise,  refer  to  the  rules  before  any interaction,  thank  you.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀  .ᐟ.ᐟ                       𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀  .ᐟ.ᐟ                       𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱  .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝗼𝗻𝗲     .        my  activity  level  is  moderate  to  low  give  or  take  the  work  week  and  my  mental  health.  please  refrain  from  hassling  me  or  berating  me  in  any  form  of  fashion,  if  I  ever  drop  a  thread  or  take  longer  than  expected  to  reply.  my  normal  turn  around  rate  is  5-7  business  days  …  and  I  am  usually  back  to  my  normal  writing  routine.   I  will  block  you,  and  discontinue  any  threads  that  we  had  going,   if  I  ever  feel  pressured  in  any  shape  or  form. please  note,  that  more  rules  can  and  will  be  added  at  any  given  time. 𝘁𝘄𝗼     .        triggering  and  nsfw  content  will  be  present  on  this  account,  and  I  will  try  my  best  to  tag  them.  please  bear  in  mind,  that  some  may  slip  through  the  cracks  given  I  will  queue  most  of  them.  otherwise,  this  is  a  21+  only  account  …  meaning  I  will not  be  rping  with  anyone  below  that  age.   𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲     .        please  refrain  from  using  any  faceclaims  under  the  age  of  21,  deceased,  and  requested  not  be  used … ariana  grande,  cindy  kimberly,  alexis  ren,  alexia   demie,  bruna marquezine,  sabrina  carpenter, dove  cameron,  kardashians  /  jenners,  hadids,  biebers,  sprouses,  dolans,  one  direction  (  exception  of  zayn  )  ,  scarlet  johannsen,  camila  mendes,  tom  holland,  addison  rae,  amber  heard,  danielle  campbell,  camila  cabello,  danielle  rose  russell,  jennie  kim,  dominic  sherwood,  ester  exposito,  kristine  froseth,  ian  somerhalder,  dakota  johnson,  johnny  depp,  madison  beer,  miley  cyrus,  maia  mitchell,  katie  douglas,  sydney  sweeney,  nicole  peltz,  selena  gomez,  megan  fox,  sofia  carson,  taylor  swift,  demi  lovato,  lily  collins,  hailey  steinfield,  barbara  palvin,  zoe  kravitz.

[bluevclentines]

stevie sinks himself deeper in briar, shaking with pleasure as his thrusts grow increasingly fast. and it's not the only thing growing. "hold on," he murmurs. it almost hurts not to be inside her, but he needs to put on a condom. with a weak laugh, he says, "gotta be responsible," opening his cabinet to slip one on.

meeting her again, he gives her a sweet kiss on the lips again. "you're so beautiful," he says. "you need to see yourself getting fucked." he lifts her up, positioning her to face his large bedroom mirror. despite the latex barrier between them now, he actually gasps when his thick length is back inside her perfect, wet pussy, fucking her with that fervent rhythm.

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ooc: the position could be her riding him or doggy style? choose which one you'd prefer <3

[softlyever]

she sinks down onto him with a gasp, her thighs straddling his waist as she settles onto his length. the angle is deeper this time, as she can feel every inch of him. " mmm, " she breathes, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening to meet his gaze. with her hands planted on his chest, she begins to move her hips, rolling in slow circles at first. she savors the way he fills her, as she tosses her head back. her breath catching as she finds a rhythm, rising and falling with increasing pace. the sensation building quickly, but made even more intense by the way he's watching her and how his hands grip her hips to guide her movements. " you feel so incredible, " voice breathy and low. hips rocking faster, chasing the sensation. she glances in the direction of the mirror, watching how tangled they were. she can see the strain in his features and the desire written across her own features. " I like being on top, " voice low, given a hint of a smile plays at her lips even as her breathing grew ragged. she grinds down against him, meeting his upward thrusts, completely lost in the rhythm they've found together.

ooc : we're going with riding him and then can move into something else.

[tamagotchus]

“i'm  sorry  i  find  it  hard  that  you  wanted  to  talk  to  me,  considering  how  it  went  the  last  time,”  she  scoffed.  savannah  tried  her  hardest  not  to  let  her  emotions  get  in  the  way,  but  it  was  harder  to  ignore  them  with  nolan.  “and  you're  immediately  trying  to  blame  me,”  a  roll  of  her  eyes.  masking  them  with  anger  and  sarcasm  was  easier.  “okay,  i'm  done,  what  was  it  you  wanted  to  talk  about,  nolan?”  sincerity  in  her  tone.  that  soft  spot  was  still  there.

[softlyever]

"  i'm  not  blaming  you  for  anything,  sav,  "  he  confesses,  after  a  steady  inhale,  the  last  breath  leaving  him  slower  and  heavier  this  time.  his  hand  drags  over  his  features,  like  he's  trying  to  wipe  away  the  frustration  gathering  there  before  it  has  a  chance  to  spill  over.  "  I  was  just,  "  he  pauses,  rubbing  the  stubs  on  his  chin.  "  I  was  trying  to  give  you  this  ...  I  mean  my  mom  wanted  you  have  this,  "  holding  at  the  baby  blue  box,  "  she  had  it  made  before  we  called  it  off.  "

[burninglovefm]

The sight of her standing by her bed; a sight where once she had been smiling and welcoming of him, had now changed to her being unsteady and reluctant. It further fueled his extreme irritation. He ignored her command as he closed the distance between them. Riordan abruptly grabbed her waist and pressed her against him as he growled, "No. I'm never leaving you again and you are never pushing me away ever again." His dark eyes bored into hers as he studied every inch of the face of the woman he loved before a hand went up to caress a side of her face, his thumb brushing over the curve of her lips.

[softlyever]

her  breath  catches  the  moment  he  pulls  her  against  him,  fingers  instinctively  curling  into  tight  fist  against  his  chest,  as  the  force  of  his  words  settles  heavily  between  them.  for  a  second,  she  hates  how  familiar  he  feels  ...  how  easy  it  was  to  fold  into  him  and  forget  every  moment  she  spent  trying  to  bury  the  thought  of  him.  "  riordan  ...  "  his  name  leaves  her  in  little  more  than  a  whisper,  strained  beneath  the  weight  of  everything.  her  gaze  searches  his  face  briefly,  only  to  find  anger  there,  and  something  far  more  dangerous  beneath  it.  it  makes  her  chest  ache,  with  every  inhale  and  exhale.  the  touch  of  his  thumb  against  her  lips  nearly  unravels  what  little  resolve  she  had  left.  "  you  can't  say  things  like  that, "  voice  low,  though  lacks  any  real  conviction,  "  you  don’t  get  to  decide  this  for  me.  "  yet  even  as  the  words  leave  her  lips,  fist  remain  pressed  to  his  chest,  pounding  against  him  in  hopes  he  would  set  her  free.

[burninglovefm]

Plot: desperately want a plot of a secret love affair between a rakish knight and princess/queen/duchess set in medieval/period fantasy times. they had been secret lovers for quite a long time until she was forced to marry another for the sake of saving her family/kingdom. thus, she had broken up with riordan and barely a few weeks after that he had been sent away on battle. some months later, he has returned and after watching y/m and husband at court, he's had enough of the clearly empty marriage between y/m and their spouse and has come to reclaim back their relationship. gimme all the clandestine moments of passion, jealousy and secret glances, and babies that are not her husband's in the very near future.

Riordan angrily shoved her bodyguard's arm away when he tried to stop the bristling knight from entering her chambers. Thankfully for him, her new personal knight was his friend and thus he reluctantly let Riordan in despite her orders for he knew how miserable both parties had been. "Him?? So he is the one you've chosen to marry and cast me aside for? Do not try to fool me that you love him. Any one with a pair of eyes can see how ill-suited the two of you are."

[softlyever]

"  leave  now,  "  a  brief  pause  slipping  between  the  words  as  her  voice  lowers,  "  riordan,  leave.  "  gaze  darkening  with  irritation,  though  something  quieter  lingers  beneath  it.  she  stands  at  the  edge  of  her  bed,  fingers  curling  tightly  around  the  bedpost  as  if  it  might  steady  her.  the  fury  radiating  from  him,  given  every  word  he’s  thrown,  sets  her  pulse  racing.  she's  always  known  what  this  alliance  with  kian  meant  ...  peace,  stability,  a  future  secured  for  her  people  and  for  her  land.  yet,  love  was  never  part  of  the  arrangement,  and  it  didn’t  need  to  be.  as  long  as  she  gave  him  heirs,  she  would  remain  in  his  favor.  that  was  their  agreement  and  it  was  enough  ...  it  had  to  be.  but  seeing  riordan  unraveling  over  it,  made  it  painfully  clear  he  hadn't  taken  the  news  in  stride,  "  we  can  talk  about  this  in  the  morning.  "

[bluevclentines]

"you're right," stevie says, hand pressing on his chest. "we can take it slow." a part of still can't believe this is really happening. feels like she'll slip away any moment now, but he blinks and tells himself no, that won't happen. dark eyes maintain contact with her bright hazel ones as his plush lips pepper her leg with kisses, gradually inching closer to her core.

when he finally reaches her panties, he peels them off gently, carefully. he takes a moment to admire the slick, gleaming lips of her pussy. "so perfect," he lets out shakily. you did this, echoes in his mind. tongue wastes no time tasting her, at first soft licks on the surface before going all in. he groans, losing himself in her warmth and wetness. he could do this all night...

but he pulls himself up to give her a kiss on the mouth, his own coated in the woman's juices. she ought to know how sweet she tastes, he thinks. and if he's being honest, he has other things in mind as well. both hands find her breasts, caressing the glorious swells of flesh. "i've wanted to touch you everywhere, for the longest time." he glances between the brown nipples and her gorgeous face. "i need to... god, i need to..."

tugging the waistband of his underwear down, he rubs the tip of his length against her pussy. "you feel so good," he says. just the tip, he tells himself, but the more he does it, the more he wants to push himself inside. "briar... do you want me to stop? or go deeper?"

[softlyever]

his  lips  were  hot  against  her  skin,  slowly  tracing  a  path  up  her  inner  thigh.  she  bit  her  bottom  lip,  a  pearly  white  crescent,  in  anticipation.  lace  lay  discarded  somewhere  in  the  room,  and  forgotten  as  his  breath  teased  her  wet  folds.  She  looked  away,  feigning  this  since  of  innocence,  but  the  moment  he  offered  a  low  murmur  of  praise  and  his  tongue  meeting  her  exposed  flesh,  she  was  lost  in  it  all  ...  his  tongue  gliding  across  wet  folds,  then  burying  deep.  moans  escaping  her  lips  as  her  hips  bucked  with  each  caress  of  his  tongue  against  her  clit.  her  back  arched,  head  pressing  hard  into  the  pillows.  it  was  an  amazing  feeling,  for  both  of  them,  as  a  swift  orgasm  was  followed.  her  body  shuddering,  releasing  pent up  energy.  all  the  stress  from  work,  from  carter  washed  away  by  just  the  flick  his  tongue. he  rose  from  below,  hooded  gaze  watching  her,  then  pressed  his  wet  lips  to  hers  own.  her  taste  lingered  on  his  mouth,  mingled  with  the  lure  of  her  heat,  instinctively  caused  her  to  deepened  the  kiss,  as  his  fingers  found  the  swell  of  her  breast.  she  was  riding  that  orgasmic  high,  as  his  words  are  saccharine  at  her  lips.  "  i've  wanted  you  to  fuck  me  for  a  long  time,  "  she  breathed,  her  voice  low,  as  his  dark  eyes  drifted  over  her  body.  digits  caressing  the  back  of  his  neck,  tracing  absentminded  patterns.  a  smirk  curling  at  her  plush  lips,  as  she  spread  her  legs  wider,  openly  displaying  her  need  for  him  to  be  inside  her.  the  rustle  of  clothes  being  removed  gave  her  a  moment  to  imagine,  but  then  surprise  surged  through  her. the  tip  of  his  cock  pressed  against  her  slick  folds,  eliciting  a  soft  moan  ...  this  slow  deliberate  introduction  to  what  was  to  come.  her  eyes  drifted  down  to  his  cock,  pressed  against  her,  before  she  looked  up  at  him  through  hooded  lids.  "  go  deeper,  please,  "  she  breathes,  as  digits  are  still  at  his  neck. hips  rocking  with  neediness  against  his  tip,  as  if  that  would  provide  her  with  more  of  his  cock  inside  her.

[softlyever]

to  all  those  I  followed  and  you  guys  followed  back  and  vice  versa,  I  just  wanted  to  say  thank  you  so  much.  it  really  means  a  lot  !  I  will  hopefully  be  sending  out  messages  soon  to  say  hey  and  see  if  you  guys  would  like  to  start  some  threads  up  or  maybe  just  see  what  open  starters  you  guys  may  have  ...  and  we  can  just  go  from  there.  otherwise,  again  thank  you  so  much  ! and  will  be  responding  to  replies  hopefully  soon  too  but  its  the  work  week  here unfortunately !!!

[bluevclentines]

timeskip.

he's lost count of how many times he's wanted to kiss her -- every time she rested her head on his shoulder. when they tried to meet deadlines together, hunched over the same table. even when her mouth and chin were smeared with burger grease when they would go to their favorite diner. he just freaking wanted her. but he never thought he actually had a chance, especially when, well... in most of these instances, she had a boyfriend anyway. guys who, in his mind, were nothing like him.

kissing her in the taxi should've brought him relief. but as wonderful as it was to feel her lips on his, all it did was make him want more...

he feels the urge to carry her in his arms when they arrived at his place. it's cheesy, but stevie is a romantic deep down. it's tough to walk in those heels anyway, right? "i wish i could've taken you somewhere nicer," he admits when he takes a look at his own apartment.

for someone who's 25, living in the city, and funding himself 100% independently -- no generational wealth whatsoever -- this apartment is great, actually. one-bedroom, but very roomy. he has his own big flatscreen tv and a lot of beautiful art prints on the wall, as well as various figurines (many of which he made himself). many people his age and position would kill for an apartment like this.

still, looking down at briar, it all feels so inadequate. he pushes the door to his room open, turning his bedside lamp on, the faint golden light engulfing them both. "then again, your beauty would put even a museum to shame. nowhere would be good enough," he whispers, setting her down on his bed. "you're just so... so beautiful."

with ragged breaths, he removes his stuffy suit blazer and pants. it takes him a bit longer than he'd like, which is preferably as close to instant as possible -- see, this is why he hates formal attire. it doesn't help that he can't focus, his eyes glued to the woman in front of him. "fuck," he says, voice hoarse. "where do you want me?"

they've only been making out so far, but his briefs already have a prominent bulge. "fingers first?" he asks. as much as he'd like to put his cock inside her right away, he'll try to be patient if she needs some warming up. "or do you want me to eat you out?" the more layers of clothing slip to the floor, his broad shoulders and tattooed, well-toned arms -- perhaps a bit of a surprise given his clean-shaven, pretty-guy visage -- come into view.

"god..." he stares at her with half-lidded eyes. "i want to fuck your tits. i wanna... i wanna bend you over. i just want to be inside you." and he can think of so many ways, but he can't do them all at once. "but tell me what you want, briar." he hears a phone ring somewhere. not sure if it's his or hers, but either way, he thinks it might be carson. either wanting to cuss stevie out for punching him, or to manipulate briar again. "don't. please, ignore it." right now, that's his only request. "forget everything else. i just want to make you feel good."

[softlyever]

the  subtle  irritation  of  the  taxi  driver  only  made  the  moment  worth  it.  digits  tangling  in  his  hair  as  she  hiked  her  dress  up,  trying  to  straddle  him  in  the  cramped  back  seat.  lips  meeting  with  hunger  given  all  their  setbacks  from  the  years  before.  her  hips  grinding  into  him,  as  she  feels  the  hard  proof  of  his  want  pressing  against  her  heat.  something  she  knew  she  wanted  to  feel  inside  her  soon  enough.  the  world  blurs  around  them,  from  the  heat  of  the  taxi  ride  to  the  moment  she  found  herself  carried  into  his  apartment  and  laid  across  his  bed ...

she  watched  him  move  through  the  room  with  this  familiar  ease.  yet,  for  her  it  felt  like  foreign  territory,  though  she  had  been  there  times  before.  however,  this  time  proved  to  be  different.  a  smile  tugging  at  her  lips  as  he  praised  her  in  a  voice  she  was  craving  for  months.  all  the  tiredness  and  stress  she  had  unleashed  on  him  at  the  party,  was  something  of  the  past.  she  turned  her  back  to  him,  fingers  working  at  the  zipper  of  her  dress,  before  glancing  over  her  shoulder  with  a  pleading  look.  his  knuckles  brushing  warm  skin,  before  the  fabric  pools  at  her  waist.  she  had  worn  little  beneath,  besides  her  lace  panties.  arms  cradling  her  breast,  as  a  coy  expression  tugs  at  her  features. hazel  hues  now  locked  on  his,  as  she  sat  up  on  the  mattress,  drinking  in  the  hunger  in  his  gaze  that  mirrored  her  own.  desire  infused  every  whispered  word,  as  if  pleading  to  touch  her,  taste  her  and  feel  her.  it  reverberated  through  her,  sending  chills  down  her  spine.  yet,  when  he  asked  what  she  wanted,  a  mischievous  smile  curved  at  her  swollen  lips.  she  edged  herself  to  the  foot  of  the  bed  where  he  stood,  as  arms  drape  over  his  shoulder.  "  we  have  all  night,  stevie,  "  voice  low,  her  body  pressing  into  his,  "  you  have  me  all  night.  "  she  lifted  his  hand  and  guided  it  to  the  wet  lace  between  her  thighs.  "  you  did  that,  "  she  whispered  against  his  neck. lips  now  trailing  lazily  along  warm  flesh,  teasing  upward  to  his  ear.  digits  finding  the  impression  of  his  cock  beneath  his  underwear.  yet,  the  moment  is  paused.  a  familiar  ringtone  cuts  through  the  air,  her  hazel  gaze  flicking  to  the  purse  tossed  on  the  floor  before  returning  to  him.  she  catches  the  hesitation,  hears  the  quiet  edge  in  his  voice  ...  more  plea  than  request.  "  then  make  me  feel  good,  "  words  sweet  as  honey  at  his  ear.

[bluevclentines]

he feels terrible. between not winning the writer of the year award and carson turning out to be a fucking asswipe, briar is going through a lot right now. and he's added to her misery, hasn't he? "hey. you're 25. you have all the time in the world." he's ready to make up for the mess he's caused. ready to comfort her with his usual pep talk, but then she tells him that she wants him too. for what feels like forever, he freezes. "do you... do you mean that?" shaking his head, he turns away for a moment. "'cause you can't just say that. not if it's -- if it's not real, because... i've wanted you for years." for the briefest moment, he hesitates before pushing himself to spit it out. he can't chicken out anymore. "sometimes," he mutters, "when i fuck other girls, i think of you." his stare drops down to her lips. "come home with me tonight, briar. i'll make everything better." a pause. "i'll make everything right."

sooo ok college def works! for most of it i think stevie still looked and acted like the classic nerd stereotype. in elementary and high school, he got bullied for it. maybe in college people were more chill and less Actively Cruel, but his self-esteem was probably still in shambles.

near the end of college though (let's say senior year or his two masters years), this was when stevie had his glow-up. like he learned to dress himself better, work out and find sports he enjoyed (stuff like football always scared him bc of the sheer toxic masculinity), and just generally take care of himself better.

perhaps briar tried to send him signals at some point. but bc of his background, he was convinced there was no way she was actually interested in him. and for her part, she also... assumed he simply wasn't interested? hence them being just friends for the past few years.

[softlyever]

could  this  moment  have  been  anything  but  poor  timing,  as  her  digits  clinging  to  the  train  of  her  dress.  "  I  feel  like  all  my  time  was  put  into  poor  decisions  at  this  point,  "  she  lets  out  a  soft  laugh,  trying  to  hold  back  what  remains  of  her  tears.  her  gaze  settling  on  him  as  she  watches  him  process  the  words  she’s  finally  allowed  herself  to  say.  words  she  had  buried  for  years  out  of  fear  of  losing  him,  losing  their  friendship.  and  yet,  when  the  question  leaves  his  lips,  she  can  only  nod,  providing  him  with  this  quiet  confirmation.  his  frame  turning  from  her,  like  it's  too  much  to  bare,  like  he's  trying  to  make  sense  of  it  or  maybe  even  make  her  second  guess  saying  it  at  all.  digits  finding  the  edge  of  his  suit,  as  she  clutches  on  lightly.  she  can  only  hope  he  understands  …  that  this  isn’t  easy  for  her.  that  admitting  she  hid  her  feelings,  and  tried  burying  them  in  other  people,  wasn't  something  she  expected  him  to  find  out  so  soon.  "  steven,  look  at  me,  "  voice  low,  though  that  words  that  elude  his  lips  next  cause  a  subtle  shiver  to  run  down  her  spine,  a  warmth  pitted between thighs  as  she  tries  to  imagine  them.  curls  falling  over  the  edge  of  a  bed,  as  moans  elude  bruised  lips.  she  swallows  hard,  realizing  that  maybe  he  could  make  this  all  better  ...  make  her  forget.  a  sigh  parts  her  lips,  as  she  looks  up  to  him,  "  do you mean that ?  "

honestly, for briar think of only there on an academic scholarship ... but also played volleyball through college too. so the sports side was there but her writing was something that came after a major change ... hint she was definitely planning on going to school to be a doctor.

but they could have definitely started hanging out with each other probably like junior year and then she saw his glow up senior year ... but did enjoy his derpy side too. it felt genuine to her. but, when he got his glow up she sorta of backed off with the playfulness or simply because he had several other girls at his heel. so, she didn't even think that he also had feelings for her.

its them having little dinner dates, and pushing limits but also her like am I reading too much into this ... but also her telling herself she has a boyfriend.

PS WE CAN DEFINITELY TIME SKIP FROM THE EVENT TO HIS PLACE !!!!

[bluevclentines]

he wants to shut up. say sorry. maybe pull her close for a hug, kiss her tears away. but he can't do any of that. "tell me, then. what do you need? for me to be a coward again, like i've been for so long?" voice softens to a low, near-murmur. "how is that... how is that even a question? of course i care about you." his body physically recoils when she asks if he's only there for a friend's leftovers -- what a horrible way to talk about the woman he loves. "what the hell is your problem?" he says, softly. the sentence slips out without any real venom. they come across as... tender, somehow. "why would you ever say that about yourself?" steadying his breaths, he says, "even if you don't want me back, briar, you need to hear it. i would do anything for you. anything. and there's so many people out there -- fucking millions, i swear -- who would feel this way if they got to know you too. not just your face or your body but your mind, your writing, the sound of your voice..." eyes sting as he blinks, trying not to cry as well. "don't waste your life on him. please."

[softlyever]

"  my  problem  ?  "  a  huff  of  laughter  slipping  past  her  lips  as  frustration  takes  hold.  the  backs  of  her  palms  come  up  to  dab  at  the  dampness  beneath  her  eyes,  though  slightly  reddened  hues  find  him  through  her  damp  lashes.  a  mix  of  emotions  flickering  across  her  features,  though  his  softened  tone  only  tightens  something  in  her  chest.  her  gaze  drops,  realizing  she  can't  look  at  him  anymore.  "  I  don't  know  …  maybe  because  I  was  riding  on  him  being  the  one,  and  this  being  the  night  where  I  could  show  everyone  that  I  actually  earned  that  award,  "  the  confession  spills  out,  vulnerability  etched  in  every  word.  "  can  you  blame  a  girl  for  wanting  something  …  anything  ?  "  an  attempt  at  dry  humor  that  doesn't  quite  land  like  she  expected,  swallowed  by  everything  else  weighing  on  her.  yet, the  tension  between  them  only  builds  as  his  words  keep  coming.  each  one  landing  heavier  than  the  last,  like  something  she  can't  quite  dodge  anymore.  she  wants  him  to  stop,  needs  him  to,  feeling  herself  slipping  closer  to  that  breaking  point.  "  i'm  not  wasting  my  life  on  him  …  because,  "  she  pauses  briefly,  a  sharp  inhale following,  "  because  I  want  you  !  "  words  leaving  her  lips  before  she  can  stop  them.  feeling  a  sense  of  relief,  but  guilt  trapped  beneath.  hazel  hues  finding  his  in  that  moment,  expression  as  if  some  deer  caught  in  headlights.

[ungratcful]

muse: aaliyah clark. 23-28.

plot: in source

open to: w/nb 23-30.

IT WAS ALMOST ROUTINE. EVERY friday night, like clockwork, unless something came up. aaliyah had found herself on the other's couch, because as much as she loved hooking up with them, she didn't believe in sleeping together unless they were romantic, and had insisted on taking the couch most nights. waking up as the sun beat down on caramel skin, she shielded her eyes and sat up, only for the smell of cooking food to tickle her nose. "mornin'." she yawned and stretched.

[softlyever]

" good morning sunshine, " the words coming more teasing than that of a proper greeting. digits gripping the handles of the tray, as she steps closer. " don't think of me as cheesy, but I did make breakfast, " setting the tray down, before she stole a slice of toast from one of the plates. " but it's not much since I need to go shopping later, but it's better than nothing " her frame plopping down beside her on the couch, as legs come to nestle beneath her. " so, how did you sleep ? " curiosity lingering, as she took another bite. a pause following before a hint of a mischievous smirk tugs at her lips. " you know, the offer still stands, " words rather casual as they part her lips, " if you get tired of this, you can always come sleep in the bed with me. "

[parisgoodbyes]

this worked for her . whatever he was doing to monica , she was doing to josh — an ex of hers she was trying to get back . it was easy to pretend , playing the part of an actress she'd been attempting her entire life . "and trouble is mine . guess we really are each other's perfect match ," smiles when his lips mask hers and she's taken aback , not yet expecting the kiss . reciprocates it nonetheless , snaking her tongue into the comfort of his mouth knowing femme was watching . could feel her cold eyes on the back of her head which only seemed to amplify the moment , pulling him closer .

[softlyever]

and   trouble   she   was,   her   lips   moving   against   his,   that   sweetness   he   had   only   ever   caught   in   passing   now   close   enough   to   taste.   his   digits   grasp   at   her   sides,   pulling   her   closer,   holding   her   in   this   moment.   though   it   hits   harder   than   he   expected,   the   intensity   of   it   sends   this   silent   shock   through   him.   his   tongue   moving   with   hers   instinctively,   as   his   breath   grows   heavier.   "   you   are   definitely   trouble,   "   his   voice   low,   though   gaze   flickers   briefly   toward   where   monica   would   have   been,   only   to   find   the   space   empty.   good   ?   …   maybe.   one   less   obstacle   right   now,   though   it   leaves   him   with   another   entirely.   he   pulls   back   just   slightly,   hands   still   resting   at   the   small   of   her   back,   keeping   her   close.   "   where   did   you   learn   to   kiss   like   that   ?   "   a   faint   smirk   tugging   at   his   lips,   "   cause   you   almost   had   me   believing   it   was   real.   "

[tamagotchus]

open  to:  anyone! muse:  savannah  banks,  early  -  mid  30s,  wedding  planner.

"i  know  you  didn't  call  me  here  just  to  catch  up.  you  said  you  want  to  talk  about  it,"  a  sigh  escaped  her.  "so  lets  talk  about  it."

[softlyever]

"  can  you  lose  the  attitude  then,  savannah  ?  because  I  called  hoping  that  we  could  talk  like  grown  adults,  "  running  rough  digits  throw  his  tresses,  "  not  immediately  jumping  into  whatever  you're  trying  to  make  this  into.  "

thinking exes who were on the verge of getting engaged but shit happened, life happened ... couldn't make time for the other or conflicting work schedules. lemme know if that is okay or we can definitely brain storm some.

[bluevclentines]

instinctively, another sorry almost falls from his lips. he stops himself with a guttural cough. "oh, alright. so i'm the guy who always has to be supportive, while your date is allowed to talk about you like that in front of everyone. got it." bitter sarcasm drips from his words. "you're right, i shouldn't be saying sorry. because i don't regret punching carson. you know he is -- was -- my friend, but fuck -- you're making a mistake, briar. he doesn't deserve you." a pause. "and maybe i don't either, but i love you." shit. no backing down now he's said those three words. "i love you, and he -- he doesn't care about you like that, and you know it."

[softlyever]

she  goes  still  for  a  second,  trying  to  piece  together  when  carson  had  done  it  …  and  then  it  clicks.  the  moment  their  eyes  met  from  across  the  room,  the  way  laughter  and  giggles  slipped  from  the  group  he  had  been  standing  with.  an  exchange  she  thought  he  was  making  in  good  conscious  but  failed  to  realize  it  was  about  her.  pearly  whites  take  hold  of  her  bottom  lip,  as  hands  grip  at  her  chest.  he  was  telling  her  everything,  but  for  what  ?  why  ?  ...  "  stop,  "  the  word  is  soft  at  first,  tears  burning  even  more,  "  stop  ...  I  don't  need  this  right  now,  stevie.  "  she  truly  put  everything  on  the  guy,  and  he  betrayed  her  ...  but  did  she  really  know  or  had  she  become  blind  to  it  all  until  now.  still,  her  chest  rises  and  falls  heavily,  with  every  '  I  love  you  '  that  falls  from  stevie's  lips  ...  hazel  hues  focused  on  him  for  a  second,  unable  to  place  emotions ... even though deep down she loved him just the same.  she  can  only  laugh,  softly,  smart  move  of  course,  but  a  coping  mechanism  nonetheless.  "  and  you  care  about  me  ?  "  the  question  leaves  her  lips  before  she  could  think,  "  or  are  you  here  for  your  '  ex  '  friends  left  overs  or  something  ?  "  she  knew  it  wasn't  true,  but  she  couldn't  stop  herself.  if  she  hurt,  it  meant  those  who  cared  for  her  did  too.

so briar is a writer at some high end magazine company ... with dreams of making it in the big league. so, the event is pretty much a promotional party for her and a few others. also, highlighting the writer of the year award which for dramatics she didn't get ... though her EIC highly recommended her for it. as for carson, we can go with slut shaming ... because her EIC and her have been spending a lot more time together given work. so, that can definitely be a reason ... though her EIC is a close relative.

[parisgoodbyes]

nods once , leaning closer like they were the only two in the room to drive the point home . ensuring his ex-girlfriend had a front row view , free of charge . "what's her name again ?" murmurs , glancing between his eyes once he's got her attention . a rarity for someone like daisy whose attention was everywhere and nowhere all at once . corner of her mouth lifts into a smile and if she didn't already know better , she'd believe the words coming out of his mouth . "careful , zay . i might start to think you're falling for the wrong person ."

[softlyever]

"  monica,  "  the  name  brings  on  a  sour  taste,  that  he  had  long  been  trying  to  get  out  of  his  head  for  the  last  couple  of  days.  yet,  daisy  had  seemed  to  occupy  that  space  for  the  time  ...  proving  normalcy  in  daily  life,  even  though  they  were  just  friends.  still,  he  knew  better  to  cross  lines,  but  wasn't  this  crossing  just  that  ?  ...  he  tried  not  to  think  about  it,  granted  they  were  supposedly  playing  this  little  game  to  ward  off  a  bad  past  of  his  ...  though  it  was  starting  to  feel  real.  "  oh  come  on,  daisy  ...  careful  is  my  middle  name,  "  he  mutters,  before  lips  connected.  darkened  hues  cutting  some  in  the  direction  of  monica,  before  they  returned  to  daisy.

[bluevclentines]

open to women 21+ ( in their 20s too and fcoc only pls ). plot: stevie has been trying to withhold his feelings for y/m out of respect for his friend, who is trying to date y/m as well. however, he ended up punching his friend out of jealousy.

"hey, i'm sorry i caused a scene. i'm sorry, i just -- i don't know what came over me." he gulped, looking down on the ground, before facing the other again. "actually, no. i don't want you to be with him. you..." another pause before he finally spat it out. "i want you to be with me. that's why i was pissed."

[softlyever]

"  sorry  won't  cut  it  this  time,  "  snapping  the  moment  the  door  closed  behind  them.  digits  gather  the  train  of  her  dress,  as  she  moved  toward  him.  heels  striking  the  floor  with  a  sharpness,  proving  to all her  frustration  in  the  matter.  "  you  had  one  job,  stevie  ...  one  job,  "  manicured  fingers  prodding  his  chest,  "  and  that  was  to  by  my  support  system  for  my  big  night  ...  and  you're  telling  me  your  jealousy  couldn't  be  kept  in  check  for  this  one  night  ?  "

[parisgoodbyes]

"mhm ," flashes pearly whites , avoiding the way his hands on her waist send a shockwave throughout her body . he needed someone to help and nothing sold daisy faster than a plot for revenge . palms run down his chest , grinning up at him like he said the most romantic thing in the entire world , "is it the one staring at me like i'm dirt ?" far from , considering she's rocking the latest chanel pony ballet flats .

[softlyever]

"  mhm,  "  he  echoes  back,  given there is a  playful  edge  to  his  tone.  a  careful  agreement  seemingly  made,  as  her  hand  runs  along  his  chest.  he  bites  back  a  smirk,  as  a  breathy  sigh  parts  his  lips.  darkened  hues  rooming  the  room  coolly,  before  landing  on  the  one  in  question ... then returns to her.  "  yeah  that's her,  "  voice low,  as  his  free  hand  tilts  her  head  up some,  "  but if dirt looks this good I might have to reconsider my standards.  "