#with aresa

[unhlnged]

closed starter for @inkedpxges

The Diamond's Cut. Rafe Cameron liked the exclusiveness of the club. It wasn’t just some bar with exotic dancers who were really just hookers. This was high-class entertainment. – Or so he told his business partners whenever he wanted to show them what this beautiful town had to offer.

Today he wasn't at the club with one of his associates and he wasn't even waiting for Barry to show up. Today he sat at his usual table on his own, watching the show, drowning his thoughts with the drink in his hand.

One of the dancers caught his eye. They were all beautiful, and talented – if you considered the way they moved a talent and not some kind of learned skill to manipulate men (he for sure wasn’t one to be manipulated). But this one was something else. The redhead was stunning. Long legs, great tits, graceful posture. Striking eyes. And those lips. Damn those lips. He could very well imagine them part and moan his name.

Rafe waved at her to order another drink. A devilishly charming smile on his handsome face.

[bloodentitled]

@inkedpxges is roped into some sketch carnival shit 🎡☠️🍿

“I’m surprised you didn’t show up in a wig.. or.. some other disguise,” Roman amuses, the slight grin he wears reaching his eyes as he admires and approaches the red head in a setting other than her workplace.

Retrieving a long strip of tear-away carnival tickets from his coat pocket, Roman lifts his hand and extends the tickets to her. “They take that.. ‘don’t mingle with the clients’ shit seriously--hmph,” his expression becomes stony as he furrows his brow and scoffs in critique of such a rule.

[unhlnged]

[txt]

naughty, very naughty miss aresa.

just you wait till I get back

[ txt ] no, it's not. Disrespectful is so much more fun. . Is that something you can handle? Teach respect? Demand it?

[ txt ] does this face seem impressed?

[ txt ] no, it seems tired of dancing around the fact that you are pretending touching anyone else would do. Tired of fantasizing about it,instead of feeling your muscles tensing while the plump warm lips that you are a fan of trace the line from your neck to your chest, lick my way to the belt, enjoying the fire of anticipation in your eyes, not allowing your hands the grab the soft temptations I know you are staring at in this very moment on the picture 💋

[shihlun]

Kōji Wakamatsu

- Ecstasy of the Angels

1972

[capfly]

Yuki Aresa and Ken Yoshizawa in Ecstasy of the Angels (1972) - Kōji Wakamatsu

[breakagain-writes]

closed: @inkedpxges​

Nothing about this night was going how it was supposed to. One slip of the tongue in a compromised moment and Ephram felt like the one thing that he wanted more than anything was quickly dissolving before he even had a chance to know what it was like. There had been this shift between them lately. Sensing that maybe his feelings for Aresa weren’t just this hopeless secret. Their time together he felt closer to her than he had before. Now he felt like in a weak jealous moment that was tarnished, and Ephram was just desperate to hit the rewind button.  “Can we please just forget it? It was a stupid comment, alright? It didn’t mean anything.”

[santaclaralocalnews]

Not visible from the street and snuggled in behind a modest four-plex rental unit on Helen Avenue is a 633-square-foot Sunnyvale first that is all heart. It is a stand-alone, one-bedroom accessory dwelling unit (ADU) built on the site of the existing apartment complex owned by ARESA Properties LLC. The ADU fills with added light from three high windows in the living area, adjacent to a compact but full kitchen. High ceilings give the unit a feeling of spaciousness. Read complete news at svvoice.com.

[ohmoguer]

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[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), CF Aresa, 2022

[midnightscxre]

A woman with ruby ​​curls and a snowy complexion hoped that the excitement and acceleration of the rhythmic beating of her heart would become a part of the past when she entered into a new relationship, but instead of being filled with panic at the arrival of her friend in the dead of night -- excitement, exuberance and consuming yearning was awakened inside her skeleton cage. " No I actually don't -- I know you feed on keeping me on my toes. " she half joked through a nervous smile, tugging the edges of her silk robe around the slim waist and following the blonde haired woman.

" I admire your will to come here asking for advices you know you will never actually listen to. " Aresa stuck out her tongue playfully. Without waiting for another invite, delicate fingers curled over the doorknob and her tempting silhouette slipped into the passenger seat.

" i know it's 2 a.m., don't you think i would have texted if it wasn't important ? " a playful smirk showed on her face despite all the confusion she was causing on her best friend, she liked messing with her. " i . . . kinda need some advice. " suzanne walked back to her car and leaned on it, inviting her friend to do the same. " we can go inside if it's too cold, you know ? "

[unhlnged]

closed starter for @inkedpxges

Rafe Cameron was made for events like this. No, he was actually born for these kind of events. Being a Cameron, he had always been at the center of Kildare’s elite. A born kook prince who had earned his place in society through hard work and ruthlessness – probably mainly through ruthlessness and being his father’s son. He had taken up the reins of the company his father had built from nothing and turned it into something even bigger, something he liked to believe his father would have been proud of.

A smug smile on his lips – he was certainly proud of himself – he leaned against one of the marble pillars of the large patio of the giant old colonial house, overlooking the garden in which the outdoor party took place. Wearing a custom-tailored suit, gold watch (unique family heirloom, not some fashionable accessory anyone with enough money could buy) on his wrist, holding up a drink to his lips, his eyes wandered over the crowd in front of him. Elegantly dressed people standing around, chatting about, sipping from their drinks, eating tiny snacks. He knew a lot of them. And all of them knew him. Soft classical music playing in the background. The musicians were probably members of some highly prestigious symphony orchestra from Europe, and here they played dinner music. The rich were celebrating themselves tonight and they didn’t care about the outside world. They didn’t care that only a couple of miles down south people still were out of power, unable to cool their food in fridges, while here there were ridiculous ice sculptures made by some popular artist standing about, having their own outdoor air-conditioning. For the people at this decadent garden party, the world beyond those hedges didn’t exist. For him that world did exist, but only as a nuisance.

Rafe drowned his drink, placed the empty glass on the tray of a waiter passing by, when he made his way to the decorated tables. The official part of the event – the big celebration – was about to begin. And, being one of the valued members of this community, he was to be honored for his achievements for the less fortunate – or some bullshit.

He found the place card with his name written on it: Rafe Cameron – CEO of Cameron Development.

Taking his seat, he looked at who was high-ranking enough in this community to be placed at the same table as him. The usual suspects. Except –

A frown appeared on Rafe’s forehead and his mouth slightly opened when he saw the red-haired woman sitting across from him. She stood out with her fiery red hair, her even redder lips. But she mostly stood out because she – though looking as expensive and elegant as any of them – wasn’t one of them. He knew that for a fact.

Flaming red hair entangled with his fingers, wrapped around his fist. Intense dark eyes gazing at him. Pupils dilating. Plump lips opening. Soft little moans. Restrained gasps. And the feel of heated skin under his touch…

***

The first time he was at the club with some business associates from Korea. He returned after that with other business partners. Maybe once a month or twice. Sometimes he was there with a business partner that looked very unlike the usual businessmen in their expensive suits. That man was quite the opposite of him, thuggish looking, with greasy black hair, rather short – well, almost anyone appeared short compared to him – wearing baggy clothes, gold chains and even a gold tooth with his ready smile. The two of them seemed way more familiar with each other than Rafe was with the other men. Sometimes Rafe came alone. He would order a drink, sit at his usual table and silently watch the show. Sometimes a smirk on his lips. Sometimes a brooding frown on his brow. He never asked for a private dance. Never, but once. And he hadn’t returned to the club after that one night, several weeks ago.

***

She turned her head. Dark eyes met his blue ones. One moment, he looked at her intently, solely focused on her and her alone. The next moment, it was like he was looking right through her, as if not even acknowledging her existence at all.

[capfly]

Yuki Aresa in Ecstasy of the Angels (1972) - Kōji Wakamatsu

[santaclaralocalnews]

Not visible from the street and snuggled in behind a modest four-plex rental unit on Helen Avenue is a 633-square-foot Sunnyvale first that is all heart. It is a stand-alone, one-bedroom accessory dwelling unit (ADU) built on the site of the existing apartment complex owned by ARESA Properties LLC. The ADU fills with added light from three high windows in the living area, adjacent to a compact but full kitchen. High ceilings give the unit a feeling of spaciousness. Read complete news at svvoice.com.

[midnightscxre]

Question drilled inside the tender flesh of the heart like a rusty nail, cruelly and mercilessly, leaving an infection of shame, regret and agony. Scarlet locks fell across the ivory complexion, to hide the true torturous expression that surfaced under the mask of indifference. Aresa was proud, but not stone inside. Not vengeful, not caustic nor soulless. When she went along with the devious scheme of her friends, only one thing was her goal. To make Jude react. To force him to wake up from the slumber of indifference towards the crashing and burning relationship. To come back for her.

The woman open her mouth to answer, but not a sound went out, as the man kept spitting venom. Gritting teeth, clenched jaw, elegant arms hugging around the slender figure. " Keep your voice down. . . " shaky, hoarse warning fell from the tongue but was devoured by Jude's next words. The wall of strong, calm composure was falling apart, daggers of emptiness and sorrow sinking into the soul, hands shaking while the crystal tears that were pooling in the corners of her eyes finally fell onto the smooth cheeks. " Because I wanted you to care ! " a shout, too loud, too angry echoed the room, when Aresa lifted her chin and walked toward him swiftly. " Because I wanted you to finally do something, to make you to fucking react, to show that it does something to you! "

Soft hands hitting the brawny chest, the wide shoulders, as the waterfalls of tears streamed down the cheeks. " How dare you judge me? How dare you when I spent months trying to get you to even gaze at me without having that mad, disgusting look in your eyes, without saying something awful and uncalled for! Now? Here is your reason, now you can do it ! " hardest hit yet, making his arm land on the plate, pushing it off the counter. Glass shattered into a million pieces, food scattered around the marble tiles, but nothing made the scarlet haired woman to even take in a breath. " Yes, I fucked your best friend! On every damn spot we had, even on your damn doorstep in the middle of the night! " a drunken night of dooming heartbreak and demons howling in the back of her mind, Aresa followed her new ' boyfriend ' in a revengeful plan to ' do it ' right behind the Jude's garage. " Check your cameras, and you will have your damn reason! But while you do it. . . " Dark eyebrows narrowed while the anthracite irises gleamed with hate. " Thank your fucking self for it. "

where were you ? jude wanted to make excuses for himself , wanted to argue that he wasn't deserving of abandonment , but none of the answers were honest -- not with himself and not with aresa . the truth was too complicated , too dirty , would probably sully her image of him even more . with every passing second he came closer to the realization that he shouldn't have come here . he got what he wanted . he made her hate him , betrayed himself again and again to push her away so she couldn't get stung in the wasps nest he'd made of his life as of late . but the alcohol in his blood didn't care much about the risk of undoing all of his terrible work . it only knew that when he came , he wanted to see her face , hear her voice . he wasn't so sure anymore ; it seemed to bring more torment than release .

he nearly flinched at the touch , wanted to shrug her hands away from his arms but he couldn't force himself to . it was something that he missed , something that threatened to relax him , but he didn't want to relax . he found comfort in his own anger . maybe that warped brand of masochism is what led him into the house . or maybe it was the chance at a fight , a real fight , one that might offer a little more catharsis than this push and pull with aresa . he wasn't exactly logically minded in that moment , but he imagined one good punch at the other guy might cure him of all of this . " you'll what ? fuck my best friend ? " every ounce of venom he could muster seeped into his words .

he scoffed as the food was sat in front of him . the idea of taking anything from her right now didn't sit right . so he simply stared at it as he listened to her ; at least it was somewhere to look that wasn't her eyes . he wasn't sure if he had that in him . " yeah , this is about philip . " the name came out like a curse , like he was almost afraid to speak it . " do you really not see anything wrong with this ? " jude gestured to the house around him , raised his voice . " you could have chose any - fuckin' - body else to be your rebound or whatever the hell this is . why him ? " there it was again , the ache that snuck between his words against his best efforts . " you gotta know it's fucked up . i hurt you , now you gotta hurt me back , is that it ? because even i wouldn't sink this low . "

[ohmoguer]

#Puebla 💥 🎤 Marco Antonio Solis presenta su #giramundial ❤️ #ElBukiWorldTour2023 🗓 𝟐𝟕 𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐨 || 📌 𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫. 🤩‼ No te lo puedes perder ‼🤩 ⭐ 𝐈𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚: 𝟏𝟑 𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨. Presentado por: Aresa Entertainment . . #MarcoAntonioSolís #ElBukiWorldTour #ARESA #ARESAEntertainment #conciertos #espectáculos https://www.instagram.com/p/CoOOXFrseo5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mincyberr]

welcm to cy's hot takes, where my takes might fire back at me 😭

sorry in advance! 😭

- this hot take is about shipping

It's about what ships work and don't for me. Some I hate and some I love, so don't get me wrong I love the fandom but some don't like get me loving the ship.

First off, Newtmas, Thominho, Minewt. OK ALL ARE GOOD!! I don't do gay stuff because of religion, so I'm not gonna say much, but in general, this is a good shipping triangle. 7/10 Ivy Trio FOREVER

Thomesa.. OK HELL NO. THOMAS NEEDS A BETTER GIRL LIKE BRENDA HELL NO FOR TERESA. Teresa is a banned name here. (/hj)

Thally. What the actual hell?! WHO LIKES THIS?! I'M ACTUALLY ASKING.?? WHO?! THEY AREN'T GONNA DATE. KEEP THAT SHIT TO YOURSELF PLEASE .

Aresa. This I get. In the books ofc, they kissed (I think it's a cheek kiss or stm) Infront of Thomas like we knew they had something. Like... 🤭

Arachel, Aris and Rachel are a good but I don't have much on them. Aris cares for her. Enough to remember her at safe haven. Soo 10/10 next

Marriet.. OK THIS IS GOOD. Because think about it. Minho and Harriet are kinda the same. And plus they are both leaders. (See where this is going.?) And omg, they both are fighters and protect others. HOLY SHIT ITS A MATCH.

Any ship with Chuck IS A HELL NO! LIKE HES 12 A MINOR.. we aren't gonna pull a Drake in this bitch. Hell no ! 0/10 wtf.

This is enough for ships. But if you want me to talk about one, tell me in the comments and I'll give my opinion. Thanks!!

♡ cy/cyber (stan minho)