#m: tempest

[decadentias]

TEMPEST DIDN’T ASK FOR MUCH. She didn’t need a grand gesture to prove he loved her. He had shown many times how much she meant to her. As high-maintenance as she seemed, she appreciated all his efforts. He was more than she could ever ask for. He and their children brought her happiness. “Even if you disappoint me now, it’ll be fine. You can make it up to me the next time. There will be more Christmas and holidays for us to come.” Her statement held hope for the future. She wasn’t a hopeful person. She feared the future but had faith in a future with Ash. He was the one for her. He was it. He was her endgame. “This better be worth it,” she threatened jokingly. She chuckled. The gift she received was more than worth it. It exceeded her expectations. "I’m gonna admit defeat and say you outsmarted me,” she quipped, watching him get down on his knee. Tears welled at the corner of her eyes. Immense joy filled her chest as she listened to his declaration. Her heart warmed up at his words. He was worth the wait. He was worth it. “And you–—you are the greatest thing I never knew I needed.” She lent him the box and held out her hand. “Yes. Yes, I’ll be your wife someday.” She nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up and her lips curling into a smile. She loved him a lot. She couldn’t wait to have his children and be his wife. This was the most excited than she had ever been her whole life. She had never been sure of anything more than this. 

continued from here // @thewcllingtons

[decadentmusing]

open to: m/nb | possible connection(s): boyfriend, fwb, w/e

“I’M WORKING. YOU’RE DISTRACTING me.” Gaze glued on the computer screen, she started to type what needed to be encoded, though she was tempted to drop her tasks for the night. How couldn’t she? The Adonis in front of her was threatening to give her a Magic Mike-esque show. Despite his lack of shirt, she feigned oblivion. “I’m definitely not in the mood for this.” It was glib remark. At this point, she was clearly in the mood; it’d only require a few push, and some persistence to get her to disregard what she was working on.

[hydrosmut]

“I didn’t know coconut oil would work as a lube, too! Mostly I use it make sugar scrubs.”

[decadentias-a]

closed starter for @adventurisk

✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ ｢ ♛ ｣ SHE’S SURPRISED TO SEE him here. The last time she had seen him, they had an argument, which led to her admittance of her real feelings towards him. It had ended with the both of them in bed, sharing a passionate, heartfelt night. And then suddenly, he disappeared, without a trace, leaving her devastated. ❝W-What are you doing here?❞ she asks, exhaustion and surprise clear in her voice. Seeing him in the flesh gives her mixed feelings; there’s shock, longing, anger, relief, but mostly longing. She’s not sure which feeling she should entertain. But right now, she knows well that she misses him badly---and that supersedes her devastation over his sudden disappearance. She wants to ask him questions, to be angry at him, but she decides to do that later. For now, she wants to make up for the time they had lost. ❝You know what? Don’t answer that. It might irritate the hell out of me.❞ She takes a step forward, closes the distance between them, and wraps his arms around his neck. Tiptoeing a bit, she presses her mouth to his, and pours all her yearning and frustration into the kiss.

[decadenceprone]

TEMPEST: Guess what I just discovered? TEMPEST: Mint condoms are awesome.  TEMPEST: OHOHOHOHOHO. 😏😏😏

[decadentias]

open to: m / nb | possible connection(s): ex-boyfriend 

"YOU HURT ME AND LEFT me. You can’t expect me to just turn my life around for you. And whether I’m happy with my husband or not, that’s none of your business.” She may be unhappy with her marriage, but that didn’t mean that she’d come back in his arms again. Yes, she still had feelings for him, but she wasn’t going to go there. “Now, will you please leave me alone?” Coming here to the party had been a mistake. He was the last person she ever wanted to cross paths with.

[decadentias]

open to: m / nb | possible connection: fwb, boyfriend, colleague, neighbor, w/e | based on this. 

THERE WEREN’T MANY PEOPLE in the gym during this day and time, much to her relief. It was a rough week, and she needed to take her mind off things. Working out was one of her avenue to let off the steam. The healthiest way she could take out her frustrations on life. She had been here for half an hour, and worked out a lot. Deciding to change the course of her exercise, she headed to the empty boxing ring. She re-tied her hair, and put on her boxing gloves. And then she sensed someone’s presence, turning to look at the person who’d just arrived. “Oh, good timing. I’m getting bored working out alone. Do this one with me? And no holding back this time, or else, I’ll beat you up real hard ad make you regret it.”

[decadentias]

open to: m/nb 

“WHY ARE YOU MAD? He was just talking to me.” Tempest’s brows furrowed in bewilderment. “I was just enjoying my conversation, and then you suddenly appeared out of nowhere, approached us, and insulted him,” she said incredulously. Enlightenment suddenly came over her, and when she realized why he had acted that way, amusement replaced her confusion. In all honesty, she wasn’t even doing it—making him jealous—on purpose. “Why? You’re not used to seeing me giving me other guys attention?” Her brow arched. “I thought you made it clear that I’m not your type? That you don’t care about me? Are you eating your words now?” she asked provocatively.