#rubacuoris

[liittlefreaks]

@rubacuoris​. streets by doja cat.

“i’m not fuckin’ sharing.” dylan spoke with a grin- he was way too drunk for his own good, but why wouldn’t he be? it was a holiday party after all. “i wanna take you to my parents, and then to paris..” softly chuckling against the other’s lips, he gripped their waist slightly tighter. “you’re the type i wanna marry.. i’ll put the ring on when you’re ready.”

[oneyeclosed]

❛  right there, that feels so good.  ❜ ( future kris & aksel? i just love them and memes okay )

soft dirty talk // accepting

they've both had a long day, and at the end of it, all they want is each other. they've just been lying in bed silently, aksel's hands and lips trailing lazily over his husband's skin (his husband! kristian is his husband!). he has no secret intentions, no ulterior motive, just finds comfort in the solidness of kris's body against his. at least, until he's kissing their neck with a hand on their hip, fingers slowly making their way under their shirt, and—"that feels so good." he looks up at them, recognizing that expression; it's one he once thought he'd never get to see.

"it does, hm?" the corner of his mouth twitches against a smirk. aksel kisses their neck again, teeth scraping gently as he shifts to hover over them. his hand holds kris's hips in place as he moves his own against theirs, breath catching in his throat. every touch, every movement, is slow and gentle. they have a lifetime to spend together. there's no rush. "what about this, kjæreste? how does this feel?"

[distantxdaydreams]

@rubacuoris​ liked for a starter from tenley!

“You've taken her back? You can't be serious.”

[distantxdaydreams]

@rubacuoris​ liked for a starter from ava!

"Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?"

[distantxdaydreams]

@rubacuoris​ liked for a starter from blake!

"I don't want to have a baby."

[distantxdaydreams]

@rubacuoris​ liked for a starter from TJ!

"You must be mad, coming here like this."

[erstwhles]

@rubacuoris didn’t ask for this, but when has that ever stopped me?

Coffee in one hand, phone in the other, Raleigh pauses as he rounds the corner, his eyes falling on the group that is gathered across the way. It’s been a week since his interview—a week since he met Julia—and though she is in the middle of a conversation with the rest of the media team, his gaze is drawn to her.

The urge to turn around and follow the hallway back to the parking garage is as infantile as it is impractical, considering that his appearance in the hallway earned the attention of the group, who is already dispersing to continue getting ready for the evening.

A deep breath filters in through his nose. He takes a sip of his drink, and continues down the hallway. “Hey,” Raleigh says, nodding to the only other person who is left in the group: the social media manager responsible for introducing them in the first place.

“Pierce,” their friend says, a smile on his lips as he gestures between Raleigh and Julia. “Julia, you remember Raleigh?”

[erstwhles]

👀 for raleigh 💕

3 physical features my muse likes about yours

raleigh and julia ❤️

hands. arms: soft, warm. sometimes, the pressure on his back is immeasurable, impossible to overlook. when it starts to feel like that, when the game starts to feel more tedious than anything else, he knows to step back, and where else would he step back if not into her arms? she is grounding. her presence soothes him like no one else’s. all it really takes is her hands on his shoulders, or on either side of his face, or holding his own hands, or wrapped around him. he isn’t a very touchy person, but there is unfamiliar comfort in her embrace that comes from not knowing what it is like to be cared for

smile: i think he notices this a lot because he isn’t a smiler. but with her, he can’t help smiling back. i know we’ve established that everyone thinks it’s kind of funny when they see him interact with her compared to with anyone else because he’s almost a different person, but it’s true. she smiles, and his heart melts. he’d do anything to see that smile

laughter: choosing to believe that this is where it started. this is what he noticed first. the initial interview was done as a favor. he intended to introduce himself to her, answer her questions, and make it home—all within a couple of hours. when he gets there, the friend who set the interview up is there to make introductions. and she smiles (see: above) and she laughs, and his heart does has that little oh no moment.