#svftlove

[whorifics]

likes the attention — his attention. way he doesn't hesitate to touch her because he knows that she belongs to him. " of course. i'm very serious about saving the planet. " cheeks flush, lower lip tugged between her teeth. softness of his touch still makes her feel weak every single time just how it had the very first time she'd bared herself to him. " right? so much easier when you've got someone to help make it fun. " watches him eagerly, unable to hold back a sigh when he takes off his shirt. never ceases to feel awestruck by his beauty, how perfect he is. does he know how much she wants him ? how much she adores him ? " yeah. " nods, licking her lips at the sight before her. follows him towards the shower, soft giggle falling past her lips as she steps inside. presses herself close to him, body fitting perfectly with his. closes her eyes, warmth of the water further stoking her arousal. " this is going to be our life now, " whispers, fingertips trailing along his hairy chest. " i'll be yours every single day. "

the smirk on his petals widens, his honeyed gaze roaming shamelessly over her as she bares herself to him. he takes a step closer, closing the small distance between them, large palms reaching out to run down her bare hips. " a third shower a week ? now that's commitment to the ause. you're really trying to turn me into an environmentalist, huh ? " he chuckles, leaning to press a lingering kiss just below her ear, his breath warm against her skin. " not that i'm complaining, i definitely could get used to this kind of activism. " he takes his time shrugging otu of his shirt, letting it fall to the tiled floor with no sense of urgency. gaze locks with hers as his hands go to his belt, undoing it with slow, teasing movements. " guess i better catch up, can't let you have all the fun. " he lets his belt drop to the floor, then his pants, until he stands before her in nothing. " come on," he steps back and turns on the shower, steam beginning to feel the bathroom as he reaches for her hand, pulling her into the warm spray with him.

[finalepic]

✱ @svftlove : 1/3

"here's a better idea. why don't i do you instead of this boring math problem? "

[ofdisregard]

closed starter. | @svftlove

Cristiano stood outside her door, the cold bite of the late-night air clinging to him despite the warmth of his coat. He could feel the weight of his own stupidity pressing down on his shoulders, but here he was anyway, staring at the door he swore he wouldn’t knock on. His fingers grazed the edge of his phone in his pocket, a tempting escape he couldn’t quite bring himself to take. But even he wasn’t drunk—or foolish—enough to believe that was what he truly wanted.

With a sharp inhale, he raised his hand and knocked, the sound louder in the stillness of the night than he expected. Seconds dragged on, each one amplifying the voice in his head reminding him how bad of an idea this was.

When the door finally cracked open, he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I couldn’t sleep," he said, the words tumbling out the second his gaze met hers.

Dark eyes flickered over her face, lingering a moment too long, as if committing it to memory. It felt familiar and foreign all at once, and he hated the way it twisted something deep in his chest. “I figured you’d be up,” he added, his voice quieter now, a faint edge of defensiveness creeping in. “You usually are.”

He shifted his weight, suddenly too aware of how ridiculous he must sound. “Besides,” he continued, the words rushed and uneven, “I think you still have some of my shirts and stuff. Thought I could grab them while I’m here.”

It was a weak excuse, and he knew it. But admitting the real reason—the way the silence of his penthouse made him feel like a stranger in his own skin—wasn’t something he was ready to do. Not tonight.

[inkshadow]

continued for @svftlove from the source

"no, no — i've already decided that it was worth a laugh and nothing more," nora reassures with a tiny wave of her hand, head shaking as she couldn't help but giggle even more. how she's suddenly reverted back to a giggling school girl she doesn't know but it's certain that nerves primarily drive it. thank goodness they were sitting on opposite ends of the table — her hands were starting to clam up a bit. "um, nope! this is the first time. i don't generally do new things so decided to go all in. how about you?"

[invcntions]

“ pizza. ” he agrees with sudden vigor, hand reaching quickly for his phone as if food might be enough to move the conversation along rather than dwell on the growing tension between them. at least it's enough to offer a distraction, order placed before he's grabbing a throw from the couch to lead them up the old fire escape. “ you know, it's weird — ” finn hums softly, brown eyes scanning over the surrounding rooftops before glancing back at the other male. “ i haven't been up here since the night you left. ” it had never felt right without kaiden, as if the rooftop was theirs, and to be there without him would be lonelier than missing him anywhere else. “ nothing's changed though. ” not the view, or the slight wind, hands taking refuge in his pockets from the chill and yet the cold is refreshing in a way he doesn't mind. finn's distracted anyway, caught on the memory of saying goodbye to kai in the same spot years ago. “ i almost begged you to stay. ” he only half-jokes, the memory enough to pull a faint smile to his lips. “ actually, at a few points i almost joined you — one more bad exam and you would have been running into me in the middle of a desert somewhere. ”

just some guy. the phrase echoes in his mind, but it does little to ease the tightness in his throat or the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. not even finn's attempt at brushing it off, at making it sound casual makes him feel better about the whole thing. was he trying to make him feel better ? probably. and the guy had been important enough to mention, which was saying something. before, finn had never been one to talk much about his personal life unless it mattered, and yes, many years had gone by since then, but his words felt more like a poorly disguised attempt to downplay the situation. " i don't have to meet him if you don't want me to, " he finds himself saying with a small shrug. especially when he didn't want to meet the other male, he was just trying to be polite, to play it cool while his heart twisted itself into knots. " you're stuck with me anyway," honeyed gaze flickers down for a moment, watching his shoes for a moment before glancing up to meet his familiar gaze once more. " should we order that pizza ? and maybe get to the roof ? "

[isolatednights]

continued from HERE ( @svftlove )

lips draw into a small frown at the mans statement, knowing there's some sort of lie behind it. everyone longs for something these days, but aiyla realizes that perhaps its easier to simply ignore. wanting, after all, can be a very dangerous thing. "are you sure?" she murmurs, casting him a lingering glance before padding into the kitchen and beginning to rummage through drawers. "no need. i knew i was coming with you, so why write what i wanted down when i could look for it myself? not that it's anything horribly exciting. an extra set of clothes. a pack of cards or a book. hygiene products." offering a shrug, light hues flicker up to him. "more worried about everyone else than myself, to be honest."

[pinkpcny]

[ LINGER ]:  lya & seb

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

gentle touch is a foreign thing to sebastian. in his world, such a thing simply does not exist. growing up in the randolph household, there were no comforting hugs after scraped knees, no soothing words after a reoccurring nightmare. there was only dismissal, an ever-present expectation to be tough, cold, emotionless. feelings were a weakness, a useless thing meant to be eradicated. for his older brother, that'd always been easy. for sebastian, there was always a hidden sensitivity beneath the outward exterior of superiority. lyanna has always been the glimpse of softness in his life, and so her touch shouldn't feel so unexpected, yet it does. catches him off guard. he holds his demeanour, but his breath hitches in his throat at the feel of her lips on his skin, the press of kisses upon bruising knuckles. she has the ability to make him want to pour out every thought he's ever kept in, every feeling he's ever pushed down. she makes him want to do better, be better. but there's a fear, something that stops him every time. his fathers voice echoing. " i'm fine, " he insists, can't bring himself to look her in the eyes, hesitates before he moves his hand away. it's dangerous territory — he's spent years denying the evident feels that linger between them, but moments like this make it increasingly difficult to do. " you should go, it's getting late. i'll call you a car. " there's no doubt his father will be calling soon, angry at him for causing such a scene at such an esteemed event. but what was he supposed to do ? one bad word had been uttered about lyanna and he'd lost his cool, saw red. punched the guy without second thought, and it'd escalated quickly. but no matter the fallout that may be about to come, he'd do the same again in a heartbeat. / @svftlove

[loveshard]

continued from holden's open starter (@svftlove)

"well," holden began, his hands wrapped loosely around his own mug as he watched ada with a faint, amused smile. "you didn't ask, so how would you know if i'd be interested?" he resumed, soft brown eyes flickering with curiosity, head tilted to the side. “unless your parents are intellectual masterminds, it's good thing it’s a fake date, then. nothing more than two colleagues attending a dinner together. we’re not exactly breaking any rules, are we?” he questioned, a subtle hint of a tease in his tone.

[scgarhigh]

" you're wasting your time, " clara sighs, pulling on her jacket as she moves to exit the bar. but as she turns back to face them, there's the smallest hint of a smile, daring mess behind her gaze. " do you enjoy that— wasting your time ? " @svftlove liked for a short starter !

[scmethingsweet]

jude knew it was wrong and he should have never allowed it to happen but his heart still loves her. he told his wife , her sister that something had come up at work that would be keeping him late , and not to stay up late waiting for him. jude had only planned talking with her but one thing lead to another and now it is two in the morning laying in fem's bed. guilt building inside of him for more than one reason. ❝are you asleep?❞ he finds himself asking in a whispering tone trying not to wake her if she is. truthfully he hopes she is so that he can sneak out without having to say anything about what happened that evening.

|| Closed Starter || @svftlove ||

[cravemoreaaaa]

“    you    don’t    want    me    here    ?    right    —    i    can    see    how    hard    you    are    from    over    here.    ”

[whorifics]

is it embarrassing that the only way they can keep their hands off of each other is by meeting in public ? " so this is what we do now, huh ? i've got to say, d, i never thought i'd be a meet up for coffee kind of ex. " / @svftlove

[svftlove-a]

" seb ! " his name falls from plump petals with a catch in her throat, while slender legs try to follow him, a frantic urgency pushing her forward. when he doesn't stop, she attempts to race after her best friend, ignoring the puzzled glances of guests who look on, whispers trailing in her wake. she rounds the corner of the garden, the sound of her heels clicking against the cobblestone path is the only thing that fills the air . " sebastian, please." she calls out, " where are you going ? what's going on ? " / @scgarhigh ♥

[finalepic]

✱ sc. for @svftlove.

"catch," he says, tossing a bouquet of flowers her way with a deliberate nonchalance. the blooms are ones he’s seen her linger on—pictures on her phone, catalogues she’s flipped through absentmindedly. the choice wasn’t random, though he makes it seem that way. “someone left these at the office. i assumed you’d have more appreciation for them than i would.” his tone is measured, detached, his eyes fixed anywhere but on her. admitting they were for her? unthinkable. he shrugs off his coat, rolling up his sleeves as if to shift the attention away from the gift and onto himself. “have you eaten?” he asks, his voice sharp, more a command to answer than genuine curiosity. before she can reply, he reaches for a bag he’s placed on the table. “a friend has opened a restaurant and extended an invitation. i refuse to subject myself to their juvenile teasing about my lack of a date. so, you’ll accompany me. i doubt your wardrobe offers anything suitable for the occasion, so i took the liberty.” he hands her the bag. inside is an elegant black dress. the lines of it are clean, sophisticated—something he knows will suit her, though he would never confess to the thought that went into it. “and fetch me a drink before you get ready.”

[ofdisregard]

closed starter. | @svftlove

The gentle hum of music filled the air, soft enough to be background noise but lively enough to complement the cozy ambiance of their living room. Mieka was perched on the arm of the couch, barefoot and wrapped in an oversized hoodie she’d shamelessly stolen from Aiden’s side of the closet. A bowl of popcorn rested precariously in her lap, though more kernels had ended up scattered around her than eaten.

She glanced over at Aiden, her gaze soft, brimming with unspoken affection she’d never admit aloud to anyone else. "So, Mr. Pratt," she called, tossing a kernel at him with an aim as haphazard as her snack habits. "What’s the verdict on married life so far? Regretting it yet, or am I living up to all your wildest dreams?"

Her grin was playful, but her tone carried a warmth that mirrored the way her eyes softened as she leaned toward him slightly. "I mean, I’ve only burned breakfast twice this week, so I’d say I’m setting the bar pretty high for myself. You’re lucky to have me."

Sliding down beside him, she nestled into his side and passed him the bowl, her cheek brushing his shoulder as she got comfortable. "Do I get a customized, super cute, Mrs. Pratt hockey jersey to wear to your games?" The question was tossed out teasingly, but the moment she heard her own words, her eyes lit up with sudden enthusiasm.

"Oh my gosh," she gasped, sitting up straighter. "Do I get a super cute, Mrs. Pratt hockey jersey to wear to your games?" Her second attempt came with unmistakable excitement, her voice lilting with the energy of a brand-new idea she couldn’t let go of.

[inkshadow]

@svftlove

emmett: you probably have a new number and you won't ever get this but emmett: slinky doesn't like his vet replacement all that much emmett: definitely bummed going nowadays emmett: that's all. hope you're okay.