#aspen vodka

[ctarchangel542]

The Queen of Queens 👑❤️

[saltyharmonyzombie]

All I hear are are screams from adorable little fluffs

[astra-ravana]

Working With Baba Yaga

The Bone Mother

Other names: Baba Jaga, Yegi Baba, Jaga Yagishna, Babaroga, Little Grandmother

Colors: White, black, green, purple, red

Herbs: Patchouli, birch, sandalwood, geranium, chaga, motherwort, sage, rosemary, holy basil (tulsi), lilac, clove, poppy, juniper, hemp, garlic, thistle, fern, nettle, aspen, mint, wormwood, spruce, mugwort, marshmallow, nightshade, trillium, tobacco, pokeweed, wheat, thyme, bergamot black rose

Crystals: Garnet, smokey quartz, tourmaline, amethyst, bloodstone, red jasper, stichtite, obsidian, nuummite, charoite, hematite, seraphinite, jade, phenacite, black moonstone, petrified wood, vivianite, iolite, aegerine, ruby, opal (especially black), spinel, emerald, peridot

Element: Water, Earth

Planet: The Moon, Saturn, Pluto

Zodiac: Cancer (Scorpio)

Metal: Iron, copper

Tarot: The Hermit, The High Priestess

Direction: North

Date: January 20th

Day: Saturday

Animals: Snakes, cats, chickens, foxes, crows

Domains: Hedge witchcraft, herbalism, baneful magick, astral travel, shadow work, cleansing/banishing, prosperity, abundance, necromancy, green/nature magick, healing, wildcrafting, foraging, advice, guidance

Offerings: Beeswax candles, bones, skulls, chicken feet, eggs, bread and salt, vodka, soil and stone, mortar and pestle, spindle and fiber, water, handmafe items, artwork of her house

Symbols:

[crimsonizedangel]

A Drunken Night

Pairing: Antonio Dawson x Jay Halstead x OC (threesome)

Rating: nsfw again threesome

It had been a late day and I was still working on paperwork for the case we had just finished. I was a detective with the intelligence unit.

"Hey Aspen we're going to head out and go to Molly's if you want to join." Jay said with Antonio by his side. We were the only ones still working as everyone else left a few hours ago.

"I'm almost done if you guys to wait." I replied.

"Are you really being that thorough Hanson?" Antonio asked as he came around and looked over my shoulder at my work.

"Yes because I don't want to miss anything. I don't want them to send it back to me because I missed what color his shoes were." I replied.

"Hanson they aren't going to be that nitpicky about the paperwork. They don't care if you write down what his shoes were or if is right or left handed. They only care that they get the documents and have details like did he have a weapon on him or does he have blue or brown eyes." Jay said as he read over my work.

"Can I have it back I just have one more sentence I want to add." I pleaded trying to grab my documents back.

"No you're done and you're coming with us." Jay said setting the papers down and signing me off the computer.

"But." I started.

"Hanson you can't possibly add anything else to this. You're done." Antonio interrupted me. They practically carried me away from my desk with Antonio holding onto me and Jay grabbing my bag with my phone and keys.

"Fine but would it be possible for me to drop my car off at my place and ride with one of you to Molly's?" I asked them. They both knew how much I refused to drive even if I only had one drink.

"Would it make you feel better if we just drank at your place?" Antonio asked.

I shrugged "that's up to the two of you. You might have to pick up something you like to drink cause I only have trulys and some vodka and rum."

Jay smiled at me and nodded "we can do that."

It only took about twenty minutes for all of us to meet back at my place and the boys had a case of beer with them.

"Come on in." I said opening the door for them. " you can put the beer in the fridge if you want so it stays cold."

"Thank you." Antonio told me as they took their shoes off at the door and both of them grabbed a bottle out before putting the rest of the case in the fridge.

We all went to sit in my living room them with their beers in hand and a seltzer in my own. We started off just unwinding after the long day by talking and drinking, which quickly turned into playing drinking games with a deck of cards and Jay grabbing the bottle of Bacardi I had in the fridge. We were all intoxicated and no one said anything when a game of strip poker was suggested.

With us now playing strip poker while still drinking it didn't take long for us to start losing our clothes as none of us were any good nor thinking that hard about the hands we had.

I'm not sure if it was the game we were playing, the level of intoxication, or what happened but before I even realized what I was doing or even thinking about what I was doing I had moved over to where Jay was sitting and started kissing him. I could feel how turned on both of us were as we each only had one article of clothing left our underwear. Eventually I broke the kiss and moved over to where Antonio was sitting and straddled his lap and started kissing him as well. This might not have been the best idea to start making out with two of my coworkers but again we were all at levels of intoxication that we no longer cared.

I felt Jay come over to us and start kissing my neck and reach around me to play with my nipple. This sudden sensation made me moan and grind down a bit against Antonio who groaned in my ear before moving his head down and taking my other nipple in his mouth. This is a position I never thought I would be in. Having two handsome men basically worshipping my body.

Jay was the one to move me to help me take my panties off which gave Antonio time to take his own boxers off and for me to realize that Jay already had his off. I ended up pushing Jay down to sit on the couch and knelt in front of him. I gave his cock a few pumps with my hand before wrapping my lips around it and taking him in my mouth. I heard him let out a moan as I started moving my mouth up and down his dick and started using my tongue as well.

It only took a few minutes before I felt Antonio behind me running a finger up and down my slit and circling my clit a few times before he plunged two fingers into me making me moan around Jays cock.

"Oh my god Aspen you are so wet for us." I heard Antonio moan a little before I felt his tongue on my clit as he continued to finger me.

"Antonio I need you to stop playing and just fuck me already. If you need condoms there's a box in the top drawer of my nightstand otherwise if you don't just put it in me." I half demanded half begged which made both men moan at how I sounded.

Antonio ended up leaving and coming back with the box and rolled one over his erection before lining it up and bottoming out in me. I let out a loud moan around Jay who moaned from the sensation and Antonio just kept telling me how tight I was.

"Aspen I'm going to come if you don't stop." Jay told me.

I looked up at him as I pulled off his cock and asked him "do you want to come in my mouth or fuck me after Tonio?"

That made both men moan and Antonio picked up his pace making me moan and fall into Jay. I felt the coil building in my abdomen and moaned out "Toni I'm going to come." He picked up his pace and reached around me to play with my clit which sent me over and come on his cock with a scream. The feeling of me tightening around him must have sent him over the edge as well cause his movements started to stutter before he stopped and I felt him coming in the condom in me. He pulled out and gave me a kiss before disposing of the used condom.

Jay looked down at me when he asked "are you sure you can take more?" I just nodded and grabbed a condom and rolled it onto him and he helped me up and lower myself down with a look full of lust. I knew from the blowjob I had given him that he wasn't too far away from coming and from the overstimulation I was now feeling I had to stay still for a moment as I adjusted to him. I kissed his neck as I caught my breath before I started moving on him. His hands went to my ass to help me with riding him and I knew from how he was grabbing my flesh I was going to have some bruises. I started quickening my movements and felt myself start to tighten again as I was close to another orgasm and heard Jay moaning under me. I was right it didn't take long before I was coming again and because of how close he was before he was coming as well.

I collapsed into Jay unable to feel my legs from how shaky they were and just needing to catch my breath.

"How were you so tight after Antonio had just fucked you?" Jay finally asked.

"I don't know but both of you felt amazing." I confessed to both of them. I saw Antonio had slipped his boxers back on and came over to help me off Jay and carried me to my bedroom. He had put me under the blankets and was about to walk away when I grabbed his hand.

"Stay. You and Jay can both stay the night we can all share the bed if you want or you can sleep in the living room but neither of you are driving anywhere."

Antonio smiled at me and I saw Jay in the doorway with his underwear on as well and they both climbed into bed with me one on each side.

"Goodnight Aspen." Jay said.

"Goodnight to both of you." I smiled to myself as I fell asleep with my head on Jays chest.

[creepedverse]

Theres a lot of symbolism for the characters (E.X. Eclipse for Tobin and Tali and Bonnie's Apples)

Is there any more symbols that can be compared to the characters? Animals, Celestial Bodies, Etc.?

Tobin - Icarus, dog teeth, broken glass, busted knuckles, peach pits, desensitized eyes, orange juice, muzzle, bonfires, hounds, rough smoke, trailer trash, ragged sneakers, graveyard dirt, sunsets

Tali - Rye whiskey, evergreen trees, antique clocks, bloody knees, kitchen knives, feral cats, cigarettes, muddy boots, dirty fingernails, moonlight, freckled nose, countryside, rundown bar, smudged eyeliner

Dia - Red string of fate, spider webs, stars, moths, foxes, lakes, Mediterranean architecture, sunsets

Arthur - polar bears, flashlights, pancakes, bandaids, shovels, hares/rabbits, hot chocolate, campfires, coughing up blood, white hair, veins, vampires/undead monsters

Joy - The blue grey tone of a midday fog, old cameras, a birch tree, old coffee that’s too sweet.

Bonnie - deer & ghosts

for Tommie: cicadas that emerge from their shells, aspen trees with eyes that watch the world around them, deer that are silent but can maim attackers with their sharp antlers, an ax left abandoned in an old tree stump, monsters that used to be human but left it behind

scout - stars, the glow of a laptop screen, the night sky, cozy blankets, lavender, earl grey tea

Nico - nuclear reactions, black holes, event horizons, the universe itself, sin, vodka, fire, the snake in the garden of eden, aphrodite in all her wrath, in her destruction, assyria, shiva, fentanyl, the four harbingers of the apocalypse, a girl that ruins everything she touches.

Shannon: the sun, sun rising, medical facilities. Needles, bruises. Plushies, floral patterns, flower pots with half alive flowers in them, bunnies, sewing equipment

[starry-hughes]

halloween night

in which aspen and cole finally give into their wants.

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after the games, the plan was to head to the bar, get a couple of drinks and then head to brock’s for the actual halloween party. aspen had chosen to attend her brother’s game but watched cole’s game on her phone from the family box.

aspen had changed into her green dress and put on the fairy wings. tinkerbell was her chosen costume, the short green satin dress went to her mid thigh. the boys had gotten ready at the rink while aspen chose to go home to get ready. she ignored the brisk cold air as she walked to the bar to meet everyone.

“what the hell are you wearing?” quinn asked. “i’m tinkerbell.”

elias laughed into his drink and brock grinned. “quinn leave her alone, she’s gonna get free drinks dressed like that,” lexie demko commented. aspen grinned, “see! lex gets it!”

cole walked in, most of the guys from abbotsford hadn’t come but aspen personally invited cole. he didn’t plan a costume, borrowing a ghostface mask from one of his teammates.

aspen was at the bar, getting a shot and a vodka cran. “happy halloween,” cole snuck up behind her. for the last two weeks, the two had been making out, just as friends though. “cole!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her and he quickly smelled her perfume.

“hi,” he became aware of quinn nearby and knew to be careful with his hand placement. aspen pulled from the hug and took the shot the bartender left on the counter next to her drink. cole had to remind himself not to look at her body like he does when no one else is around.

cole had a couple of beers, all graciously put onto quinn’s tab. aspen had another green tea shot and three more vodka crans. the sexual tension was growing between cole and aspen. cole’s hand on her thigh inching up under the table.

“time to go to brock’s,” elias exclaimed. “quinny, i want to go home,” aspen mumbled. “i can get her home,” cole quickly volunteered. “you sure?”

“cole will take care of me!” aspen said, probably too quickly and excitedly.

in the elevator up to the apartment, aspen jammed the button for cole’s floor. “what are you doing?” cole cleared his throat as aspen pulled him down to her lips. “just let me have this tonight, please.”

they stumbled down the hallway, kissing as cole led her back to his apartment. he fumbled with his keys as he unlocked the door, which was hard when he had the most beautiful girl kissing his neck. the door swung open and aspen giggled as she almost fell, caught by cole.

“just one time? quinn doesn’t have to know,” aspen practically begged. cole wanted this for weeks, but quinn made it clear, hands off his sister. no one was to date the captain’s sister. “cole please.”

cole didn’t think for another second, he suddenly couldn’t remember quinn’s words. “how the hell do i get these stupid fairy wings off of you?”

cole got aspen into his t-shirt as she sent a text to quinn, saying she was at cole’s watching a halloween movie. “just a one time thing, right?” cole asks, eyes looking at her halloween costume on the ground and the hickey forming on her thigh. “just once.”

[deadbeatbartender]

“Could I get a vodka soda? And how much would that cost?”

The bartender didn't even look to Aspen, cleaning the counter on the other side of the bar. "Don't serve minors." His voice was flat, this happened a lot.

[twofoursixohjuan]

which of your ocs are (select all that apply):

in the backwards of the world?

in the vodka drama thrift shop?

talking about this tomorrow?

some godforsaken prospero?

hell for leather applause?

in the backwards of the world: Aspen, Athan

in the vodka drama thrift shop: Talven, Hildebrandt

talking about this tomorrow: Hildebrandt, Tippet

some godforsaken Prospero: Talven, Ellemer

hell for leather applause: Tippet, Aspen

[zigmaldonado]

hey, isn’t that ZIGMUND ‘ZIG’ MALDONADO, who looks a little like TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ? i hear HE is a THIRTY ONE year old CIS MAN who works as a FIREFIGHTER & SECRET MALE STRIPPER who has been in town for 6 YEARS. they AREN’T a member of one of aspen creek’s founding families. you can usually find them at WILLOW STREET or SUNNYVALE BASKETBALL COURT. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of A SMILE THAT CAN LIGHT UP ANY ROOM, LEFTOVER GLITTER STUCK TO YOUR HAIR, THE SMELL OF SMOKE, A SHOT OF VODKA, A BRAVE FACADE. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through!

tw for illness, cancer, fire, death.

FULL NAME: zigmund mateo maldonado. NICKNAMES: zig. FAMILY: romina maldonado ( mother ). tba ( younger sister, wc ) PETS: n/a at the moment. AGE: thirty-one. DATE OF BIRTH: august 2nd. ZODIAC: leo. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: homosexual, homoromantic. OCCUPATION: firefighter & secret male stripper.

about zigmund.

Zig was born in Fort Worth, Texas as the oldest son of a single mother, with a sister only a few years younger than him. They were abandoned early on by a father who decided he didn’t want to raise his kids anymore and left their home city. Romina was left alone with them but always made sure that they were given everything a lower-class mother could provide them. The Maldonado kids were taken care by a grandmother for the first years of their lives, and Ana Lucia did the best that she could to help her daughter in her old age, just so that Romina could get back to work. Zigmund understood from a young age that life wasn’t easy and that he’d have to work much harder than his peers to get where he wanted to. 

When he was only ten, catastrophe hit and a neighbor’s house caught fire, taking half of their home down with it. Their family was left unharmed, quickly saved by the local firefighters, but what little they had was unfortunately burned away. They moved to a one-bedroom apartment after that and Romina started working two jobs so that they could start over. A sick elderly mother and two kids under her cares, Zig could see that his mother was constantly tired and unhappy. And he promised himself that he’d give her the life she so desperately needed once he was old enough to. In his young age, he started to help more around the house with chores — cleaning, cooking, doing the dishes and the laundry. He didn’t mind it, it gave him a sense of purpose and made him into the man he’s turned out to be now.

When his teenage years rolled in, Zig had started to study to become a firefighter. It hadn’t been his initial dream but it became that quickly after the fire that tore down their home. He studied at school, and then later at home after he was done with his chores. And by the time he graduated from high school, Zig was accepted at the Fire Academy, bringing so much pride to his mother’s eyes. He worked a few years as a probationary firefighter, acquiring the needed training and experience, and has now been acting as a firefighter for seven years. He’s working his way towards a lieutenant promotion now. 

When Zig had freshly became an official firefighter, his grandmother unfortunately passed away. And only months later, his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. With Zig’s new salary and health insurance, he was able to run to his mother’s aid and get her the best treatment as possible. Within a year, Romina was thankfully stable but their life in Fort Worth just didn’t make any sense anymore. Romina was tired and needed a calmer place to rest and heal, which led to Zig asking for transfer to another post and being sent to North Carolina. Zigmund and his mother packed their bags without looking back, knowing that they were leaving a bad past behind and starting fresh somewhere else. His sister, however, didn’t bulge. She didn’t want to leave her life in Texas and after a couple of fights, Zig decided that it wasn’t worth it. 

They have been in Aspen Creek for six years now. And things were perfect for a while there, until his mother’s cancer returned about a year ago and Zig had to bend himself over to get her the treatment needed. He called his sister for help, but that was a waste of time as they only screamed at each other on the phone, and that’s what lead to his secret job of male stripper. He was desperate for the money, knowing that he couldn’t just leave his mother to wither away due to her illness, so he decided to dance in the undergrounds of The Cave under the alias of Valentino and the mask of whatever’s sexy during that month.

Romina’s treatment has been working and she’s slowly healing in her own time whilst her son works harder than everyone he knows in order to keep things that way. In order to give her the life she deserves. She has currently moved to live with him in Willow Street to give him peace of mind. 

Despite a hardworking and dedicated nature, Zig still finds time to be an absolute flirt whenever he wants to. He’s grown to like his secret life, sometimes taking advantage of this hidden persona to enjoy a night out at The Cave after he’s done with his shows. Don’t be fooled by those puppy eyes and sincere smile — you’ll be laughing and before you know it, you’ll be waking up in the morning on his bed. He’s a menace, but he has a good heart and is completely devoted to his family, which balances things out. 

[yoshy-sann]

Aspen - Broken Colors Oc

- Name: Aspen

- Color: Orange

- Age: 27 December 10, Sagittarius, Chinese Zodiac: Rat 1996

- Height: 175cm (5'7)

- Gender: Female

- Sexuality: Pansexual, Demiromantic, Poly

- Horoscope: Sagittarius

- Personality: Hopeful, Kind, Serious (when she needs to be), Naive, sometimes childish

- Ability: Sharp eyes (Can notice stuff others cannot, and helps her predict next movements in some situations)

- Likes: Music, Plushies, Animals, Sour candy

- Dislikes: Hot weather, Annoying/Rude people, Injustices, "Corny" stuff

- Work: Convenience store

- Favorite animal: Tiger

- Favorite food/drink: Sour Gummies/Chai Latte

- Kinks: Masochism, Rough treatment, Domination, Praise

BACKSTORY:

- Aspen was born into a middle-class family (Eleanor & Owen)

- She lived a normal childhood until her mom started her own company, which made her start developing narcissistic behavior. This made her parents fight more and more. Every time they finished fighting each other, her dad was the one comforting her until she fell asleep

- When she was 8, her parents divorced due to her mother's affair with her best friend's dad, but this didn't affect her friendship with her best friend (Harper)

- When she was 13, she dated Harper but broke up because it didn't work out, but they still best friends. At 15, she dated another girl (Clara) but got cheated

- When she started high school, she was seen as the happy and bubbly girl in the whole school. She even was the captain on her school's volleyball team, which lasted until she graduated

- In sophomore year, she started to gain more attention due to her fast development, which made girls and boys try to get her attention, which she accepted without hesitation

- This made her more popular and got her first boyfriend (Reo)

- Their relationship lasted until junior year, when he abused her and threatened to blackmail her with her private photos. This made her feel helpless and confronted him, which he didn't listen to anything she said and broke up with her on the spot. After this, Reo randomly "disappeared", then got another boyfriend, but he came out as gay (Dylan)

- She graduated high school with average grades

- On her early 20s, she fell into a depressive state. She didn't find any joy in what she found entertaining before. She stayed the whole day inside, she didn't hang out with Harper as much, which made Harper worry, her best friend invited her to parties but her mood didn't change

- One day, she discovered pole dancing and tried it. This surprisingly helped her through and took this as a serious hobby. She felt free every time she pole dance. This made her feel happy again and made her best friend relieved. She then got piercings and grew her hair. She felt refreshed and started this new chapter

- She moved to the current city and found a job, and so did her best friend

FACTS:

• She can dance (only because Harper taught her to)

• She started her plush collection when she was 20 (she kept the ones from her childhood) ~ count - 45 plushies and counting

• She loves her eyes

• She likes to wear tight clothes (and no because she likes to show her body, she just likes those clothes)

• She likes to watch the sunset (she does it everyday - it's like a ritual for her)

• Her favorite instrument is the Violin, Drums, and Guitar

• She wears a lot of accessories everytime she can

• Every Friday her and Harper meet and have quality time together

• Sometimes hairdressers mess up her hair

• She's more stronger than she looks, she could take you down in less than 5 seconds if you mess with her or someone she loves, also carries a knife everytime she carries a bag, if she's not carrying a bag, she has a pocket knife hidden somewhere

• She doesn't experience hangovers (there's an exception: 3 bottles of vodka, 1 of whiskey, and 4 bottles of liquor [altogether] ~ she's a heavy drinker as you can tell)

• She's a switch, but mostly dominant (she likes to be dominated sometimes, but only when she's in the mood)

• When playing any type of game, she gets competitive and starts throwing the most obscene language you can imagine (which made her had problems in school)

• She dreams of living in a beachouse by herself or significant other

• She finds men's cologne appealing (intoxicating - in a good way)

• She can't stand spicy food

• She loves Chai lattes

• She wears a necklace that was given by Harper for protection

• Her favorite flavors are: lemon, mint, strawberry, and blueberry

• She has sharp molars

• Some say that she doesn't look her age and assume she's around 19 - 22

• Sad fact - She has thought that she has a curse when it comes to love, all of her relationships lasts around 1 - 2 months before ending

• Gruesome fact - When her ex-boyfriend "disappeared" no one thought she could've been the one who killed him due to her innocent nature, also being a good liar that not even a lie detector would caught her (not even Harper knows this)

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So, the thing with Aspen is that the game is only a demo, which idk how things revolve around this universe. But then, after a short while, I discovered each character had a profile and backstory, and I was like "damn", so I started creating her backstory.

But like I said, I don't know how things revolve, so the part where it says that she wears a protection necklace could be wrong, but since they have different abilities, I thought it could be possible but I'm not sure. Other 2 things, about the pole dancing, I know people have different ways to cope, but the pole dancing was something that it just came up randomly, and the other thing about the alcohol tolerance, idk how that works, so I just did whatever. Adding, I guess we all know what I meant by "fast development", right? Puberty.

Ps: Don't come at me about the dead ex-boyfriend, I just thought it was fun.

So, please correct me if I'm wrong about those things, and if not, it's just a character, I just wanted to have fun and give her a lot of ANGST. 🌷🌷

[asher-writes]

Incorrect Quotes Tag

I'm posting this one today because it does have Blursday Vibes

Tagged by: @nopoodles

Using Cardinal Sins characters for this one!

Roman: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

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Aspen: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

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Roman: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

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Tulip: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Tulip: *upends the bottle*

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Mercury: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

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Aspen: Yum, thanks! Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.

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Dea: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

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Fairweather: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

Tagging:

@outpost51 @bloodlessheirbyjacques @gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream @oh-no-another-idea @did-i-do-this-write @arbysworld @careful-pyromancer

[ctarchangel542]

The prettiest girl in the world

[wolfnowl]

Aspen Vodka Raises Spirits Sustainability to a Whole New Level | Sustainable Brands

Good for them. 🌞

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Our Hearts Collide - Chapter 28 - Part 2

*Warning - Adult Content*

Simon

"What Vince is trying to say is that he met someone that knew Willow. Someone very likely to be your father."

Aspen didn't move or even blink that anyone would've thought he had turned to stone.

Finally, he said...

"I was told he died before I was even born."

"While it's a possibility," Vince said.

"Simon and I feel this can't just be a coincidence."

"Why would my mother lie about my father?"

Aspen hunched over the table.

"That doesn't make any sense. To pretend he was dead?"

Vince looked at me before saying meekly.

"To protect you."

Aspen scoffed.

"Protect me? How? From what?"

He shook his head.

"I mean, unless he was some asshole rogue, why would she opt to raise Cedar and myself on her own?"

"From Alpha Damon," I told him.

"To protect you from him."

"Alpha Damon?"

Aspen's nostrils flared before turning to Vince.

"Your dad?"

Vince nodded, not easing the mixed emotions plastered on Aspen's face.

"I still don't understand. I've never met him in my life... not that I remember, anyway. Willow's never mentioned anything about that."

He rubbed his temple.

"What does your father have to do with who you think is mine?"

Though Vince knew the answer to that question, he turned to look at me like I knew what to say.

I patted his thigh.

'This is all you,' I mind-linked.

He scrunched his face but turned to Aspen.

"It means that our fathers were fated-mates," Vince said slowly, enunciating each syllable.

Aspen stared at him for an agonizing moment, then glanced at me.

"Goddess, I do find myself in the middle of all this family drama all the time, don't I?"

It was so unexpected that I resisted the urge to laugh until Aspen let out a laugh.

Vince let out a nervous one before we all shared a laugh.

"Sorry," he said, raising his hand between us.

"It's probably not that funny but it's better than what I thought you were leading with this at first."

"Being?" I asked.

Aspen pointed his finger at Vince.

"That he and I were related or some shit. Can you imagine? No offense but us as cousins? Or Goddess forbid, siblings."

Aspen made a gagging sound before laughing.

I was starting to suspect that maybe his glass was filled with vodka instead of water.

Then again, it was rare to see Aspen this out of his element, he was always the more level-headed one.

Being surprised about your thought to be dead father being alive is definitely enough to throw anyone for a loop.

"So," Aspen drawled.

"I'm assuming they either hated each other or Alpha Damon really was a giant ass and wanted both of my parents dead."

"More so the latter," Vince admitted, grimacing.

"Or hurt you to get to your father."

Aspen leaned back.

"What a mess."

"Yeah," Vince said.

"It honestly shouldn't surprise me when it involves your family," Aspen half mused.

"And he just knows he has a son roaming around?"

"He wasn't sure whether you were alive or not."

Aspen scoffed.

"Well, he wouldn't if he didn't even try to help my family or me out. Probably didn't even care that Willow died."

"Aspen," I warned.

"It's the least he could do," he responded.

"He left a pregnant she-wolf to fend for herself as a rogue."

"I'm sure he wishes he could've done things differently but he felt it was best to protect you that way," Vince explained.

"He doesn't even know your name."

Aspen sighed.

"And he wants back into my life... no, he never was... but wants to now of all times?"

Aspen turned to Vince.

"Is he in this pack?"

"No."

Aspen slowly nodded.

"A rogue?"

"No."

Aspen hummed.

"Probably the best case scenario. Hidden away in some other pack or the human-based towns. Even better if it's just some random human."

Vince shook his head.

"He's part of another pack. The Northern Lights pack," Vince said.

"A Beta."

"Beta?"

"Technically, their Alpha."

Vince pursed his lips.

"He stepped down a while ago."

"And this matters because...."

I looked between them, wondering if Vince was willing to share it or if he was having second thoughts about telling him.

This was already a giant bombshell to drop on Aspen as it is but mentioning him being the heir was a big deal to say to Aspen.

Though, knowing Aspen, he'd appreciate the truth upfront and in its entirety.

"Because that would make you their heir," Vince said.

Aspen blinked.

"Heir."

It wasn't a question but Vince nodded.

"So he's just looking for me because he needs me all of a sudden?"

Though I should've expected Aspen's opposition, he did make it sound worse than it did.

Vince took a deep breath.

"I think he regrets not being there for you and Willow and would like to meet you at least. Being the heir is probably the last thing on his list when he decided he wanted to look for you."

Aspen opened his mouth to argue but closed it, biting his lip in an attempt not to blurt out obscenities.

Finally, he muttered...

"I don't know if I'd ever like to meet him, if I'm being completely honest."

Vince nodded.

"That's fair enough but he'd have most... if not all of the answers about Willow and himself. A whole lot more info than what either of us knows."

A shaky breath escaped passed Aspen's lips.

"It's just a lot to take in and I've never had a father. I can hardly remember what my mother's face looked like. My whole life has been like this..." he gestured with his hands as if Vince and I could understand.

"Just living each day on the run, raising Cedar, looking out for others and not depending on people that have left before. Knowing that he was there this whole time is definitely a shock and something I can't just accept right out the gate. Let alone letting him into my life."

He glanced toward the rooms behind us.

He didn't have to say anything for either of us to understand.

Sarah and Rowan.

They were his life now... along with Cedar.

They were his family.

"It's why we decided to tell you," I said.

"If you'd like to meet him or pretend he died all those years ago, it's up to you."

Vince nodded.

"I won't tell him anything, if you don't want to."

Aspen gave a half-smile.

"Thanks. I just need time to think about this. If that means anything, I wouldn't say meeting him completely off the table."

I reached over to place a hand on his.

"Take all the time you need."

[interlagosgrl]

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férias de inverno sempre significava paz para você. você tinha uma pausa na rotina cansativa da faculdade e pulava num avião para qualquer lugar que os seus pais escolhessem. ano passado tinha sido o Caribe e naquele ano, Aspen.

seus pais adoravam esquiar. qualquer local com muita neve, um teleférico e uma montanha, os faziam felizes da vida. você, pelo contrário, odiava esquiar. até gostava de neve e de ficar pertinho da lareira, mas a sua coordenação era muito primitiva para que você ficasse sobre uma prancha.

então, quando eles chamaram uma outra família para esquiar junto, você não ficou surpresa. provavelmente os seus pais queriam uma companhia para o ambiente externo, já que você só ficava trancafiada no chalé. a família Polidori era sócia da empresa do seu pai. você conhecia o senhor Polidori de vista, nas poucas vezes que visitou o prédio da empresa seu pai. o que você não sabia é que ele tinha um filho muito gatinho.

você o conheceu assim que saltou do avião no aeroporto. Blas era alto, tinha cabelos cacheadinhos muito bem cuidados e o perfume que ele usava fazia você ficar tonta de tanta atração. o melhor de tudo é que ele sempre falava apenas o necessário. as piadas, os comentários, todos eram muito bem pensados antes de serem proferidos. ele era o oposto daqueles garotos insuportáveis que sempre falavam mais que a boca, na tentativa de se mostrarem inteligentes.

na primeira noite, seus pais e os pais de Blas decidiram levá-los até um restaurante na cidade. você bebeu diversas taças de vinho e foi muito bajulada pelo senhor Polidori, que a elogiava por cursar economia e ser a futura herdeira da família. lá pela quinta taça você pediu licença para ir ao banheiro, mas, na verdade, se escondeu no bar do restaurante e pediu uma vodka com sprite. Blas te achou minutos depois.

“fugindo?” a voz dele a pegou desprevenida. você deu umas tossidinhas, tentando recuperar o ar que tinha escapado dos seus pulmões por ser pega.

“eu? nunca. só parei pra beber um drink.” você deu de ombros.

“e quantos drinks você já bebeu desde o primeiro?” ele apoiou ambas as mãos no banquinho do seu lado. ele era tão alto que nem curvado você dava a altura dele.

"uns três..." você sorriu um pouco bobinha. Blas soltou uma risadinha de cumplicidade, sentando-se ao seu lado. ele pediu uma dose de uísque e você ergueu uma das sobrancelhas. você o via como um menino que beberia cerveja e tequila, mas ele tinha gostos mais refinados que aquilo.

"e você me deixou lá pra sofrer dobrado?" ele a olhou de lado, observando você enquanto o garçom colocava a dose dele e um refil do seu copo na bancada. um arrepiozinho correu pelo seu corpo, embora você estivesse num ambiente extremamente aquecido.

"bom, eu não sabia que você toparia fazer isso." você bateu suas botinhas da Miu Miu contra o balcão do bar. "você é tão contido."

"contido?" brincou, terminando todo o líquido âmbar do copo de uma só vez. "eu diria que eu só sou muito bom em esconder as coisas."

"e o que você está escondendo?" você bebericou a vodka com sprite, sentindo o gostinho forte descer pela garganta. conversar com Blas a deixava nervosa como nunca. geralmente, você era muito confiante. flertar era sua maior habilidade, você deixava qualquer pessoa caidinha por você. mulher ou homem. com ele, era diferente. era como se ele lesse você direitinho.

"o fato de que eu odeio neve. e odeio esquiar." ele deu de ombros, chamando o garçom com o indicador e o dedo médio para encher o seu copo novamente. "e que odeio passar meu tempo com os meus pais."

"por que?" você ergueu uma das sobrancelhas, impressionada. Blas não parecia o tipo de pessoa que faria algo contra a sua própria vontade.

"eles esperam que eu seja igualzinho a eles." ele matou o segundo copo em uma golada só. "mas, eu quero ser diferente."

"simplesmente porque quer?" você se inclinou na direção dele, interessada. você não tinha muitos conflitos com os seus pais nessa questão. tinha nascido em berço de ouro, tinha tudo o que queria e se eles quisessem que você estudasse para continuar dobrando o dinheiro que a fazia tão feliz, por você, tudo bem. qualquer pessoa que fizesse diferente, era uma incógnita.

"simplesmente porque nasci assim." os olhos dele estavam fixos no seu. você se sentia como o polo sul de um ímã. e Blas, era o polo norte. você sempre estava sendo puxada em sua direção.

seu celular vibrou em cima da mesa, fazendo você pular. era a sua mãe, perguntando onde você estava. com uma olhadela cúmplice, você bebeu o líquido do seu copo de uma só vez. seus pés alcançaram o chão com facilidade e quando você ficou de pé, sentiu todas as consequências de se beber sentada.

"demora um pouquinho antes de voltar, também." você aconselhou, Blas assentiu. passando no banheiro rapidamente, você retocou o gloss da Dior e voltou à mesa. os adultos nem mesmo se preocuparam com a sua desculpa, apenas sorriram comedidamente ao ver você de volta. Blas veio minutos depois, sentando-se silenciosamente como um gato preto.

na manhã seguinte, seus pais e o casal Polidori saíram para esquiar. você não ousou segui-los. preferiu o conforto quentinho do chalé e o café colonial que seus pais haviam encomendado. na sua terceira xícara de chocolate quente, você ouviu o som arranhado de um violão na sala principal. suas pantufas bateram silenciosamente contra o chão de madeira enquanto você seguia a acústica.

era Blas, dedilhando um violão habilidosamente enquanto cantava baixinho. você sorriu, entretida. ele tocava bem e cantava bem. talvez fosse por isso que ele era "diferente". estava ligado à arte e não aos negócios. você sorriu sozinha com a ideia.

ao perceber a sua presença, ele parou. deu um sorrisinho amarelo de nervosismo por você estar assistindo. você sorriu ainda mais largo por ter achado uma brechinha nele.

“não pare por mim. você estava tocando muito bem.” você pediu, sentando-se no sofá da sala.

“eu não sou muito de tocar pra público.” ele bateu os dedos nervosamente na lateral do corpo do violão. “você toca alguma coisa?”

“piano. desde os sete.” você sorriu, apontando para o instrumento do outro lado da sala. tinha tido a “escolha” de se dedicar ao piano ou ao violino. você tinha escolhido o mais querido entre os instrumentos de cordas.

“ah, aposto que seus pais que a influenciaram.” Blas abriu um sorrisinho, abraçando o violão. você sabia que aquele papinho dele era só para tirar a atenção de si mesmo.

“sim, mas eu gosto de tocar. me traz uma sensação muito boa.” você deu de ombros. não se importava com o fato de ter sido influenciada. “que tal, eu toco pra você e depois você me ensina a tocar o violão.”

“o que vai tocar?” ele ergueu uma das sobrancelhas, interessado. você se sentiu feliz ao vê-lo entretido e foi até o piano, abrindo a tampa do teclado.

“Tchaikovsky.” você balançou os braços. havia um tempinho que não tocava e tocar justamente na frente de Blas a deixava extremamente nervosa. você costumava a tocar muito bem em seus recitais, mas nunca tinha sentido tanta vergonha quanto naquele momento.

"uau. achei que você fosse uma garota mais Britney Spears do que Tchaikovsky." ele brincou. ele também tinha se levantado e estava apoiado na parte traseira do sofá que ficava pertinho do piano.

"primeiro, a Britney é um ícone e eu sou sim fã dela." você o olhou com um sorrisinho provocante. "depois, é engraçado que você saiba que meus pais me influenciaram a tocar piano e não desconfie que eles também me influenciam ouvir música clássica."

"muito esperta, nena." ele riu de lado. antes que você demonstrasse o quão nervosa estava, seus dedos tamborilaram contra as teclas e em segundos as notas solitárias tinham se transformado em Valse Sentimentale. você tocou por bons segundos, se entregando inteiramente à música. Blas te olhava atenciosamente, se aproximando de pouquinho à pouquinho até sentar-se ao seu lado no banco do piano. quando seus olhos encontraram os dele, os seus dedos escorregaram e atingiram uma nota errada.

"bom, agora é sua vez de me ensinar." você murmurou, tentando fingir que o erro havia sido proposital e não uma consequência do seu nervosismo de estar ao lado dele. Blas tinha um cheirinho de perfume Light Blue, cítrico, como se tivesse acabado de sair do banho.

"você é boa com os dedos, então vai pegar rápido." uma risada boba escapou dos seus lábios e ele riu ao entender o duplo sentido. "sem gracinhas, nena. preciso ficar sério se vou te ensinar."

você assentiu obedientemente e o violão dele ganhou espaço nas suas coxas. um dos braços dele deu a volta no seu corpo e você se sentiu mais pequena do que antes. respirando fundo para controlar o nervosismo, você deixou que ele colocasse seus dedos sobre as cordas rígidas.

"isso dói." você concluiu, enquanto Blas fazia você pressionar com mais força.

"só no início." ele murmurou baixinho, levando sua outra mão até a parte de baixo do violão, nas que as cordas estavam livres.

"essa conversa é familiar." você brincou, arrancando um outro sorriso dele. era estranho como o nervosismo e o conforto se alternavam quando vocês conversavam. sentia que poderia conversar com ele sobre tudo, mas se sentia nervosa ao pensar no que ele acharia de você. estava em seus pijamas, sem maquiagem e ao mesmo tempo pensava se ele te achava tão bonita quanto você o achava lindo.

"séria." ele ordenou e você fingiu fechar a sua feição. então, ele te ensinou a tocar a melodia que ele tocava minutos atrás. você pegou facilmente, mesmo quando não tinha força o suficiente para pressionar as cordas e dedilhá-las do jeito certo.

quando vocês estavam estranhamente confortáveis, com os joelhos se tocando e sorrisos de orelha à orelha, a voz familiar da sua mãe tomou o corredor que levava até a sala principal. você deslizou para longe de Blas, envergonhada de ser pega num momento tão íntimo.

os seus pais e os pais de Blas adentraram a sala e os mandaram se arrumar. aparentemente, outro restaurante excessivamente caro estava na programação daquela tarde. os olhos do Polidori a seguiram enquanto você deixava a sala e você jurou ver um pouquinho de decepção. assim como você, ele parecia não querer sair daquele momento tão gostoso.

depois de uma longa tarde comendo tudo que o cardápio podia oferecer, um cochilo demorado ocupou o resto do seu dia. já era noite quando você acordou e conferiu o celular, achando uma mensagem da sua mãe que dizia que seus pais e o os Polidori tinham saído para um bar.

você aproveitou da sensação gostosa de solidão, embora quisesse que Blas estivesse ali para passar a noite ao seu lado. colocando seu biquíni xadrezinho favorito da Burberry e roubando uma garrafa de champagne da adega, você fez seu caminho até o ofurô quentinho da área externa.

a visão era de tirar o fôlego. as montanhas nevadas e o céu repleto de estrelas lhe davam uma grande amostra de tranquilidade. o frio era completamente suprido pela água escaldante da banheira arredondada. o champagne se tornava mais saboroso à cada gole. você poderia dormir ali se algo não a arrancasse do seu juízo.

"sabia que beber na banheira é perigoso?" a voz grave a fez pular e você soltou a garrafa na banheira, que boiou um pouquinho antes de você pegá-la de volta.

"ainda bem que você chegou pra me olhar, então." um sorrisinho angelical delineou seus lábios. ele sorriu de volta. o sorriso tão sereno de Blas estava cheio de significados. pela primeira vez, você sentiu que ele também estava atraído por você. mais do que deixava transparecer, na verdade.

a blusa térmica que ele usava encontrou o chão e em segundos ele estava sentado ao seu lado, te olhando como se a visse pela primeira vez. você se sentiu desejada e aquela sensação borbulhante a fez ficar mais ousada. você entregou a garrafa pra ele, que bebeu sem contestar.

"você me ensinou uma coisa. agora eu preciso te ensinar algo de volta." sua voz saiu mais arrastada do que você planejava. um dos braços de Blas passou pelo seu ombro e você se aproximou mais um pouquinho, se apoiando nele.

"o que você vai me ensinar, atrevida?" o olhar dele encontrou o seu. você deu um sorriso ousado. conseguia sentir o hálito dele contra o seu e os cachinhos dele roçarem contra a sua testa. suas mãos seguraram a nuca dele com gentileza e seus lábios acharam o dele com tanta facilidade que foi difícil de se desgrudar. o jeitinho quieto e comedido não fazia jus à avidez com que o Polidori te beijava, abraçando sua cintura e te trazendo para o colo dele rapidamente.

"vou te ensinar à gostar das montanhas." você sussurrou ao pé do ouvido dele, mordiscando o lóbulo da sua orelha. "porque hoje você vai gozar olhando pra elas."

os dedos de Blas agarraram a sua bunda com força, a puxando para frente para que você caísse sobre ele. os lábios dele marcaram o seu pescoço e desceram pelo seu colo. embora o vento fosse cortante, você não conseguia sentir frio. estava inebriada com todo o carinho que estava ganhando.

quando os dedos alcançaram seus seios, você estremeceu. os dígitos longos a despiram da parte de cima do biquíni para que ele pudesse dar a devida atenção para os seus mamilos. primeiro, ele segurou seus seios nas palmas da mão, a puxando para ele, beijando seu pescoço devagarzinho. depois, com os dedos em pinça, começou a maltratar o biquinho do seu peito na intenção de fazê-la gemer. e aquilo funcionava muito bem. a cada beliscão e puxão, você pirraçava um pouquinho. e quando os dedos não eram suficientes, ele te mordia com força, como se você fosse uma bonequinha.

"coño... vai me machucar assim." você murmurou, embora não quisesse que ele parasse. a dor era como um carinho pra você.

"você disse que ia me fazer gozar." ele largou o seu mamilo para encarar você, o olhar mordaz a fazendo ficar quietinha. "então, seja uma boa putinha e me deixa gozar do jeito que eu quero."

você assentiu, muda. o âmago do seu estômago tinha virado um furacão, o tesão a devorando de dentro pra fora. sua resposta foi meramente rebolar o quadril para frente e para trás, arrancando um sorriso de aprovação do Polidori antes dele mergulhar nos seus seios novamente.

depois de minutos incontáveis de tortura onde ele marcava toda a sua pele e mordia seus seios com força, você estava sem condições de continuar naquele passo. a ereção de Blas roçava contra o paninho do seu biquíni, fazendo você reagir como uma cachorrinha no cio, sempre buscando por mais e mais contato. toda vez que o atrito atingia o seu clitóris daquele jeito gostosinho, você gemia baixinho.

"Blas, por favor..." você implorou. a sua pele já estava avermelhada, começando a formar petéquias em toda a região que ele havia apreendido com a dentição.

"eu sei." ele deixou um beijinho sobre os seus lábios rosados. as mãos dele finalmente deixaram seus seios e seguiram para a bermuda que ele usava, puxando-a para baixo lentamente. você sorriu ao ver que ele não usava nada além dela.

"até parece que alguém já sabia que ia transar hoje." você brincou. era difícil dizer vendo através da água, mas assim como tudo nele, o pau também era grande. e lindo.

"só tinha a grande expectativa." ele brincou de volta, puxando a sua calcinha para o lado. você se arrepiou, abriu um sorriso burrinho. então, era verdade. ele estava com tanta vontade quanto você.

Blas se posicionou na sua entrada e segurou a sua cintura com força. as mãos dele cobriam dois terços do seu corpo e você não conteve o tremor. quando ele deslizou para dentro, a água fez um vácuo gostoso dentro de você. um gemido escapou os seus lábios enquanto ele ia cada vez mais fundo. você sentiu um leve incômodo no colo do útero, mas nada que a fizesse desistir. afinal, sua mãe não tinha criado nenhuma medrosa.

"senta gostoso pra mim, nena." ele incentivou, as mãos a movimentando para cima e para baixo. não demorou até que você colocasse força nas próprias pernas e empurrasse o assento de madeira do ofurô com os joelhos. sua bunda fazia um barulhinho de splash toda vez que você quicava, mas tudo era abafado pelos gemidos. os seus, necessitados e agudos. os de Blas, arrastados e graves.

a fricção com a água, a pressão que você sentia toda vez ao sentar, tudo contribuía para a incrível sensação de formigamento que tomava o seu corpo. talvez, por tanto interesse e tanta atração, aquilo estava saindo muito melhor do que você esperava. além de ser bom em esconder tudo que pensava, Blas era ótimo em esconder o quão bem ele fodia. a carinha de anjo enganava qualquer um.

"acho que seu jeito de contrariar seus pais é ser uma vagabundinha quando eles não estão vendo." ele sussurrou contra a sua audição.

quando ele segurou a sua cintura para que você ficasse imóvel e ele pudesse fazer todos os movimentos de investida, te fodendo até os seus olhos revirarem, você sabia que não duraria muito. seus braços foram firmemente atados nas suas costas, impedindo você de fazer qualquer coisa. de alguma maneira hábil, ele conseguiu segurar o seu cabelo junto e em segundos você estava à mercê daquele argentino filha da puta.

"eu vou g-gozar." você anunciou. estava tão pertinho, mais algumas investidas e você se desfaria merecidamente. ele não disse nada, só continuou metendo cada vez mais fundo, arrancando mais gemidos, tornando seu corpo uma bagunça de prazer e espasmos enquanto seus gritos se tornavam inaudíveis.

"eu vou gozar na sua boca." a outra mão segurou o seu rosto, cobrindo toda as suas bochechas. "não dá pra deixar uma bagunça aqui."

você concordou, debilmente. depois de minutos sendo fodida estando tão sensível que você jurou que desmaiaria, Blas saiu de dentro de você e sentou na bordinha do ofurô, puxando seu rosto para o membro rijo. como você havia predito: era lindo. cheio de veias, brilhando pela bagunça que você havia acabado de fazer. ele precisou se masturbar só um pouquinho antes de colocar a cabecinha na sua boca, se derramando na cavidade. você sentiu o gostinho doce seguido do amargo, além de um resquício de si mesma ali. você engoliu tudo, recebendo um tapinha no rosto de Blas.

"boa menina." ele deixou um selar nos seus lábios, o polegar acariciando o inferior enquanto ele te olhava com um sorrisinho cafajeste. "te espero no banheiro pra gente continuar. agora é minha vez de te ensinar a gemer meu nome."

[dcydrecmings]

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society events were something she always loathed attending. despite what she did for a living, aspen was never able to be completely comfortable in a room full of strangers. which was exactly why when given the opportunity, she’d grabbed a bottle of vodka and snuck off to some unoccupied room. mindlessly scrolling through her phone, she paused when she heard the door creak open, holding the bottle up slightly. “i’ll share if you close the door right now.”