december 31st, 2015, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time. you were talking to a girl and i could tell that you were capturing her with every syllable that left your mouth. and i knew why: you were beautiful and bright, and i was drawn to you even then, like the planets are drawn to the sun.
december 31st, 2015, 11:58 pm: we met standing in line for the bathroom. you introduced yourself, and asked for my name, smiling when i gave it. “lovely,” you murmured, and repeated it a few more times, rolling the letters around in your mouth like a new food.
january 1st, 2016, 12:05 am: i could still feel you on me, your lips, minutes, hours, months later. the clock had struck midnight and you just grabbed me, didn’t ask if it was okay until it was over. you were laughing, brushing it off, all teeth and well-kissed lips, but i knew i saw you blushing.
january 21st, 2016, 1:12 pm: you got my number through the mutual friend that threw the party. i still don’t know how you got my address. i didn’t remember telling you. you couldn’t tell me, either.
february 14th, 2016, 9:12 pm: you took me out to dinner and bought me chocolate and roses. it was all so cliche, and i loved every second of it. when you kissed me good night, i swore i could feel the rest of my life, pressed right up against my lips.
february 26th, 2016, 11:33 pm: we made it official. i remember how you asked me, how shy you got, like you didn’t know what the answer would be.
march 17th, 2016, 5:43 pm: we spent the day at the saint patrick’s day parade, and you filled yourself with beer and kissed me hard against the bar bathroom door. i drove you home and that was the first time you told me you loved me.
march 18th, 2016, 9:24 am: you called me and told me you loved me again. “i want to make sure that you know i still mean it when i’m sober,” you said.
march 24th, 2016, 1:09 pm: i met your parents at easter brunch. you had demanded i come with you, and i was glad i did. your mother was kind and beautiful, and your father was warm and handsome, just like i knew they’d be. after we’d eaten, your mother got me alone. “he’s never brought a girl home before,” she told me, “normally he isn’t very open about who he’s dating. but you, you’re different. don’t read into this, but i think he may really think you’re special.”
april 12th, 2016, 8:31 pm: you saw me naked for the first time, and you kissed every inch of my skin. i’d never felt that much love from anybody before that night, and i haven’t since. not even you could replicate those few hours.
may 5th, 2016, 4:57 pm: we fought for the first time. i ran into my ex at the grocery store and wanted to chat for a few minutes. you didn’t. when we got in the car, you told me that if i was still in love with somebody else i could just leave, and i told you that you should trust me and not be so insecure about our relationship. we screamed the whole way home and you slammed the car door when i dropped you off. i almost crashed three times on the drive home.
may 6th, 2016, 8:03 am: you came by with flowers and breakfast. “I’m sorry,” you told me, “you just mean so much to me, and the thought of you ever being anyone else’s makes me sick.” i smiled, “but you don’t have to worry about that now. i’m yours.”
june 16th, 2016, 10:51 pm: for my birthday you took me out to dinner and gave me a beautiful necklace with a silver chain and pearl pendant. we drank expensive wine and stumbled back to my place and fucked. i had never been fucked before, not like this. i woke up the next morning with bite marks on my neck and hickeys all the way down my stomach, but you were gone. “had to run,” you’d written on a post it note, “i love you.”
june 18th, 2016, 2: 41 pm: i hadn’t seen you since my birthday and you weren’t picking up when i’d call.
june 19th, 2016, 3:13 am: “ had to run,” the post it note had said. maybe you were running from me. i couldn’t tell if it was the 3 am darkness talking or the part of me that already knew.
july 1st, 2016, 4:01 am: i looked over at you, sleeping in the darkness beside me. when we were together, things felt perfectly normal. but now, i could feel the shifts. “are we falling apart?” i whispered to you, and although i hadn’t expected an answer, the silence broke my heart all the same.
july 4th, 2016, 6:47 pm: we were at a barbecue and i saw you across the crowd, talking to a girl. i saw the way she was drinking up every word that escaped from between your lips, and that’s when i knew. that’s when i knew you weren’t mine anymore.
july 21st, 2016, 7:08 pm: i brought it up to you. “i think we’re starting to grow apart,” i said, “there’s a distance between us that wasn’t here before.” you reassured me that it was all in my head, but i didn’t hear it in your voice. i didn’t see it in your eyes. you knew it was there, too, but unlike me, you weren’t trying to do anything to stop it.
august 10th, 2016, 11:37 pm: i lay awake and thought about what your mother said, all these months later. “don’t read into this.” but of course i did. i couldn’t help myself. fuck, i loved you so much.
august 15th, 2016, 1:12 pm: you invited me over and i discovered that the key you’d given me no longer worked. “i had the locks changed,” you said, “i’ll get you a new one.” it was a lie, and i knew it. you didn’t get me a new key.
september 8th, 2016, 2:00 pm: i caught you cheating. in a desperate attempt to revive the romance we’d had at the beginning of our relationship, i bought dinner and brought it to your place. when you finally opened the door, i saw it written all over your face; the way your eyes widened, the way your jaw dropped, the way your cheeks drained of color. i heard it in the stammer of your voice, the sharp intake of your breath, the grinding of your teeth. when the girl walked up behind you, half naked, asking who it was at the door, i already knew. “how could you?” i whispered, and you just opened and closed your mouth. the girl pieced it together and started screaming. she hadn’t known. i left the food at the doorstep.
september 10th, 2016, 1:49 am: you never called after that, never came by, never reached out, but it wasn’t like we’d needed to confirm anything. i knew it was over, but it took every ounce of willpower i had not to go back to your place and find out why, why everything.
september 27th, 2016, 6:20 pm: i kept finding myself huddled in a ball; in my bedroom, in my kitchen, in my shower. not crying, or yelling. just huddled, clutching my body close to myself, staring. still not understanding.
october 31st 2016, 9:01 pm: i spent halloween haunted by the ghost of you. your face was around every corner. i could still feel your touch trickling down my spine. that night, i lost it. the anger surged through the sadness and bubbled to the surface. i screamed until my throat was raw, screamed at nothing, about nothing, for no reason other than i was too full.
november 10th, 2016, 2:17 am: you called me when you were drunk and i answered. i listened to you ramble, vomiting up apology after apology. near the end, you told me you loved me. “call me tomorrow when you’re sober if you still love me,” i said. you didn’t.
november 25th, 2016, 7:15 pm: i went out on a date with somebody new. they didn’t pull me in like you did, but for a few hours, i forgot about you and i felt okay. i drank myself to sleep that night so i wouldn’t have to think about you. the next morning, the hangover hurt more than you did. it was a start.
december 24th, 2016, 8:12 pm: i was spending christmas with my family, and i was doing great until my aunt asked about you. i told her you cheated, but i was doing okay, and then i excused myself and threw up the appetizers into the toilet. i called you then, and when you picked up, i let out a sob. “you ruined me, you fuck,” i croaked, “and you can’t even apologize. not when you’re sober, at least.” there were a few seconds of silence, and then you hung up. i still hope that it ruined your christmas.
december 31st, 2016, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time in months across the crowd. it made me sick to know that even after all that had happened, you were still the most beautiful person in the room to me.
december 31st, 2016, 11:55 pm: you found me in the kitchen. “i wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” you yelled over the music, “and i miss you.” and in those final moments of the year, i thought about it. i thought about letting you back in. the countdown started, and you moved closer to me. and i.. i pushed you away. i turned away from you and said, “no. i can’t.” and i walked out of the room.
january 1st, 2017, 12:05 am: i have forgotten how you felt against me, your lips. and for the first time, i am finally okay with that.
a year in review -c.h. // instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
Today’s time lapse has a very special purpose!! I’ve been a reader and a big fan of the Caretaker of the Ruins comic run over on @caretaker-au, for a while, and sure I’ve done some really crappy fan doodles but I’ve never done anything actually POLISHED to pay tribute to how much I love this comic. So!! Today I put myself to work for a few hours to bring you all this less-than-30-second video where I make my first decent piece of Caretaker fanart!!
And, of course, here’s the finished piece to go with it.
Minty, Eruto, Ellipses, thank you for all the work you’ve done so far on your fantastic comic. I look forward to everything that’s coming in the future, and keep being amazing.✨
go where YOU want to go;if you have more than one blog try not to stress about how many drafts you have. It may seem like the end of the world if you haven’t replied in a few days, but the truth is the world is still spinning. You should go where you want to go! if you’re not feeling a certain blog then log out and go onto one you’re feeling, or log off and do something else! don’t force yourself to be somewhere just out of obligation. RP is supposed to be a hobby, it’s supposed to be fun and if you’re not enjoying being on a blog then maybe you need a break. You do you, don’t worry about anybody else! your blogs are yours and nobody else’s and nobody can tell you where to be. Taking a break from one blog to spend time on another doesn’t make you a bad person and i think that we as muns and people need to realise that.
I have this hc that Neil and Andrew, while never saying ‘I love you’ to each other have no problem with telling others. Like when Matt asks Neil’s if he’s happy and if he loves Andrew Neil says yes, 100% sure of his answer. When Nicky questions their feelings for each other they’re both super undignified and Neil tells him to fuck off they love each other it’s non of his business how their relationship works. When Dan asks why Neil wants to leave his top ranked team to join Andrew’s (slightly less successful one) his answer is bc I love him and miss him. And when Aaron has this massive outburst and yells and vents at Andrew about all the shit he put him through only to drop him for a stray like Neil and asks him why Andrew’s answer is 'bc I love him’.
Hi! I'm a big fan and I have a strange ask if you don't mind answering it. I'm an artist myself; I'm making a portfolio for art school but lately it's been difficult for me to produce work. I feel intimidated to start sketchbooks in fear of messing up and digital art because I suck at it. Anything else I put too much thought into planning and getting it right the first try that I end up making nothing. Do you have any tips on how to overcome what I'm going through? Has it happened to you before?
Strangely, I have felt this numerous times. Right now especially. It’s kind of like art block, but I think its more about fear of ‘making mistakes’ and being in a rut of creativity.
As a kid, I used to draw RELENTLESSLY. All day, everyday, whenever I could, wherever I could: in class, in textbooks, in exercise books. It didn’t matter. I was always drawing from this constant stream of seemingly endless creativity and imagination. I loved it.
When I first picked up watercolour, I decided to get a sketchbook so I could start sketching pictures and practicing watercolour by painting things, not really putting much planning or thought into it. I would just sketch and practice freely in this sketchbook, because I wanted to document my progression, mistakes, successes, experiments – all of it! Then when that one was finished, I started my next one, my ‘2016′ one. And with every sketchbook since, I have increasingly become more careful with my ‘sketches.’ These sketchbooks are becoming less of a sketchbook, and more like an artbook. It’s gotten to that point where I’m scared of messing up a sketch and it’s terrifying. I admit, it’s also because all of a sudden I feel this pressure to show not stuff-up, and hide my flaws. I even sometimes plan or think out what I’m going to draw, and I hate that, because it’s not my natural workflow. Sometimes, like you, I can’t get it right so I end up making nothing too, and that frustrates me so DAMN much!
To tackle it, recently I’ve decided to step back a bit, and start from scratch, to sketch like I used to as a kid. I bought a crappy little small sketchbook, and I’ve been doing just quick pencil sketches and trying to let my mind run free like it used to. I give myself a few hours to plug in, and just draw whatever in hopes I can get over my fear of ‘being perfect’ and of making mistakes. These are after all, meant to be sketches. My mind isn’t as wild as it used to, its legs are maybe a bit worn out from not exercising as much.
But, I think if you, and I, keep exercising our creative brains again and give ourselves the time to let them wander through pencil and paper, we can start filling up those sketchbooks again like we used to!
Soooo gather round the campfire, children, I have a terrible tale to tell and I’m sure there’s a moral at the end somewhere.
In two weeks I’m leaving the country. I was going to do a separate life update post but now this happened and the story kind of overshadows the update.
So because I’m cutting all ties to my life here, I’m down to like a couple of POTs that will still talk to me after I kind of fucked them all over. The one that was any kind of steady income was Nice Guy.
I’m calling him that because he legitimately was a NICE fucking guy. I met him off of WYP, as it’s the only site I still use and he was kind of creepy/ugly when I met him and really socially awkward. I could tell why he needed to be on WYP, basically. We went on three dates whilst I was still in the city and then he actually drove to my area (or what he thought was my area bc I never give my real address) to have a date with me here.
I could just hit Nice Guy up and be like ‘can you send me XXX amount please’ and I was careful not to make the amounts too high- he got really upset if he couldn’t pay. One time I asked him for just £200 and he called me up crying actual tears like ‘I just don’t have it right now, but I really like you’. I knew he could actually afford it as he had a great job, but being the big softie I am I felt really bad for him so I told him not to worry about it and that we could go out casually and talk if he needed to. We didn’t have sex, but we had ‘heated’ Skype calls shall we say. He never pestered me for sex, but I had no intention of giving it to him- especially as I was leaving the country so soon and didn’t need his money. (By the way, I never told him I was leaving).
So, I’m in London for the last time til I leave, staying with my friend, I tell him I’m in the area and he’s like: “Do you want to go to the Savoy?” And my Achilles heel consists of five star London hotels and tiny cucumber sandwiches, so I said yes. You can probably already see where this is going.
So, I put a nice dress on, beat my face, mentally prepare myself for a few hours of his company, and head off to the Savoy. I met him at Victoria and we walked down together, just talking and catching up and EVERYTHING SEEMED ALL FINE AND DANDY. THEN!!
We go in, put up our coats, and I say: “Do you want to go up to the bar first?” It was lunchtime and I was ready for my lunchtime Dom Perignon (just kidding, I’m a basic Sauvignon bitch). And he was like: “We already have a table.” Now. When he said ‘we’, children, what I THOUGHT he meant was ‘you and me’ and what in fact he meant, as I learned thirty seconds later, was him and a bunch of people I’d never seen before in my life.
We walked down into the centre of the room and there was a table next to the piano with about six people sitting around it. I was looking around as he was walking towards it because of course, that couldn’t be our table.
He stopped me in front of the table and just said: “This is makeitrainsugar.” (Not giving you my hoe name) and I was like
WHAT DO THINK YOU’RE DOING???? WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE???
I was giving him ‘this is not okay’ looks the whole time but he just fucking wouldn’t look at my face. I perched next to this lady who said: “I’m Nice Guy’s stepmother.” I shook her hand, trying to think of ways to leave without making a scene.
The other two guys around the table were Nice Guy’s brothers and there was one lady who was his sister and the other two women were the wives of the brothers, but they were just like a fucking blur to me as I sat there. I was just sitting there as the tea came, wondering what I had done to deserve this.
Nice Guy’s brother was like: “So I heard you met on a website.” And Nice Guy was quickly like, “Yeah, yeah, we did.” And I’m just glaring at him like yeah and it was WYP not fucking match dot com this is not part of the deal.
The WHOLE ENTIRE MEAL they were ragging on Nice Guy like ‘when are you going to get a better job?’, ‘why don’t you move to a nicer apartment?’ and Nice Guy was just nodding and trying to joke and it was just sad like I can see why he’s so self-deprecating all the time. Not that that’s an excuse to ambush me.
His brother was like ‘your girlfriend’s too pretty for you.’ Then he looked me In The Eye and said “you need a real man.”
WHAT I NEED IS A TAXI AND AN ASPRIN THANKS ANYWAY
I was just laughing awkwardly the whole time and just regretting all past decisions as they talked about how much of a failure Nice Guy was.
And then, AND THEN, when the bill came they said they’d split it between all of us. No. No, I don’t split bills. I’m not out with my friends, I’m on a POT date.
I looked at Nice Guy like ‘hello?’ but he was just avoiding my eyes so I said: “Sorry, I didn’t bring my purse. Honestly, I thought it would just be me and Nice Guy.” Like hint hint, dumbass.
And Nice Guy STILL didn’t offer to pay, his brother, the real man one, was like: “I’ll get your end. You can pay me back.” With like the nastiest look on his face, like your girlfriend/wife is sitting literally next to you, asshole.
I get up whilst the bill is being paid, because I’m at my limit, I went to the bathroom and I text him to tell me when his family is gone so we can talk.
I wait for like ten minutes and he says they’re gone, I go out and Real Man brother, his wife and Nice Guy’s mother are still there, that lying sack of shit. So I straight up ask Nice Guy if I can talk to him for a minute and he has the audacity to look flustered like he didn’t already know that’s what I wanted.
We walk up to the foyer and I say: “Is there something you want to explain?” And you know what this goddamn man says to me? He presses against my ear and says: “That was so fucking hot.”
Like THAT’S what you have to say, you limp dicked fuck stain??? After putting me through this and all you can do is try and fetishize it?
I said: “How exactly was that hot?” And he says: “I was thinking about fucking you the whole time.”
I’m just staring at him, thinking that a douchebag ghost has possessed him because this was NOT his personality before.
I simply said: “We’re done.” I couldn’t scratch his face because CCTV and security. And I walked out and he didn’t even try to follow me. But he did call me an hour later, apologising, saying that it was his way of saying he loved me. Boy bye.
Anyway, so I suppose I can add this to the long list of ‘experiences’ that I’ve had. The moral of the story is, no matter how nice a Nice Guy seems, if they’re on fucking WYP or any sugaring site. There is always. Something. Wrong. With. Them. Remember that, ladies.
My day began
with my life ending. It’s over. Done. I’m ghost-writing this right now.
With the initial burning sensation, I was concerned. After I looked
down and saw my life falling in clumps at my feet… I felt the
stirrings of panic. But it was with Nathalie’s reaction when I came downstairs for breakfast that the
true horror of my “situation” began to settle on me.
And then I
had to face my father…
…is it healthy to see your life flash before
your eyes twice in less than 3 months?
Characters: reader, Bucky, Tony Stark, Steve (mentioned)
Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.
A/N: Oof. This part was a bit of a struggle with a lot going on in my work and personal life. Thank you for your understanding when I needed to extend my usual posting deadline. I really hope you enjoy this part and I love any feedback you have to share! I love you all!!! <3
“Hi. You made it,” you said with a laugh, beaming.
“I did,” he said with a chuckle. “Made good time, too. Just couldn’t wait any longer to get to you,” he admitted, capturing your lips in another kiss.
Breaking apart, you finally took in the vehicle that had brought him here with a wide smile. “Is that what I think it is?”
He smirked then, turning towards the car but keeping an arm around your waist. “Yup. The Impala.”
“It’s….it’s incredible. I can’t believe you finished it! I didn’t see it at the shop when I was there, though,” you inquired, still in disbelief that you were finally holding Bucky in your arms here in the City of Angels.
“Well,” he began with a quirked eyebrow, “It still wasn’t much to look at for a long time, but once I decided to come out here, I knew I wanted to arrive in style,” he grinned, squeezing you tighter to his side.
“And you’ve succeeded. You did all this yourself in 6 weeks?” you asked, reaching a hand out to caress the shiny black paint of the hood.
“No, not alone. And it took longer than that. I did finally have the time to work on it slowly once I had help, but I spent the past month showing Pete how to rebuild an engine and this was the perfect way to do that. I found a good parts dealer and once it was drivable, I took it to a place a few hours away and did the paint job myself. They only charged me for materials,” he declared proudly with a smile.
“It’s amazing. You’re amazing,” you stated, turning back toward him and raising a hand to thread your fingers in his chestnut strands. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Idk if you interested but I was thinking of making LNC a series like ff. Tell me what you think..
Reggie and reader kinda had ‘a thing’ with eachother but when Jason Blossom death comes out. Reggie immediately leaves the city leaving her with nothing but her feelings.
ALSO A WARNING! IT’S A SMUT! (not for virgin eyes!) lmao just kidding
After questioning myself for a good ten minutes, I finally decided to put my shoes on and drive off to where Reggie wanted to meet up. I’m currently in my car, trying to ignore the goosebumps on my body from the lack of clothing I have on. I don’t even bother getting dressed, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
I must admit, I took a few wrong turns on the way because my memory absulutely sucks. The darkness of the sky and the silence of the roads makes my brain explode in thoughts shooting from left to right, expecially withouth anyone keeping me company.
Despite the fact that tonight will be propably the most yelling-filled night I’ve ever had due to Reggie being an asshole, the only thing in my mind is the fact that I have a final exam in a few hours and I’m shitting myself.
I finally start to see the old abadoned parking lot beside the theme park. I don’t remember the lights from the building on the inside of the beat down building on the side, but I ignore it. I drive closer to see Reggie’s car parked in the middle of the driveway, facing the park. All I see of him is the desperately pacing posture.
I turn my music volume down and park a few spaces behind Reggie’s car. Anger starts filling my body, making me inhale and exhale strongly. I kill the engines of my car and tuck my phone into my back pocket, unclocking the door and sliding off the seat.
Just as I shut the door. I see Reggie’s face light up, his hands running through his hair. I start to walk to him, seeing his fatigued body. His eyes seem to be puffy and red, his hair messier than usual, and his presence basically yelling out in exhaustion. His perfectly lined lips pout out, bringing my eyes to stare at them longer that I should. His black shorts and tank top hang off him, adding to his background.
I walk until I’m inches far away from his body, staring up at his face. I feel like all the anger drained out of me.
He doesnt say a word, but his hands slide around my waist and his face sinks into my neck, lifting me up as he turns us around. HIs arms hold me stronger and I feel a breath of relief escape his lips.
If I say something, I might just confess how much I want to kiss his glossy pink lips, so I won’t. I keep my hands wrapped around his neck, allowing his heated body to comfort mine.
We stand in each other’s embrance for a few minutes before our arms untangle from each other’s bodies. I fold my arms and start to look around, avoiding his eye contact. I lean against the hood of his car for support, feeling my chest clog down at the realization of this moment.
I feel Reggie’s stare on my head and i turn around to see a sad smile on his face, his eyes blinking with tiredness. His hands go through his hair as a laugh escapes his lips “Shit,” he laughs again.
It isn’t a funny laugh, nor a sarcastic laugh, it’s just a sad laugh, like the one you make when something tragic happens. It’s scaring me.
“You see,” he smiles, shaking his head. “h-he fucking told me,” he stutters, another laugh escaping his mouth. “He told me not to fall in too deep with you yet look where the hell I am!” he paces shortly in front of me, turning around with every emphasis. “And fuck, I can’t even bring myself to regret it one bit.” he snickers.
I maintain my silence, not knowing what to form as a response. What does he mean anyway?
“I mean, it’s me!” he laughs louder bringing both his hands to my side, leaning them against the hood. “And you’re still here?” he mutters sadly, his words speaking into my lips. I see his eyes move to stare into mine, defeatedly searchig for an answer.
“Reggie, you’re scaring me,” I finally find the courage to speak. I feel the tears forming in my eyes.
“Hey, hey,” Reggie’s body shifts up detaching his hands from the car and bringing both to the side of my face. “princess, please don’t cry,” he shakes his head, worriedly looking at my face, “I don’t like seeing you cry.”
I take a deep breath and bring my hands to hold his wrists, supporting them to my sides. “Say something, anything,” he begs.
“Tell my why you left.” I question. HIs face falls at my words, and so do his arms. His hands go down, laying them both on my shoulders before they fall to his side.
“I can’t tell you that,I really fucking want to: but I can’t, you need to understand that.” he states, bringing his hands up for emphasis.
“Then why are you ma–”
“Listen to me.” he interrups, stepping closer to the car to stand in between my legs. “Can we just forget about everything? Just for tonight.” he whispers, slowly inching his lips closer to mine.
I instantly turn my face, regretting it the moment his lips hit my cheek. His mouth stays there for a few seconds, a tired sigh leaving his mouth. HIs head backs away and I turn mine back to him, looking down in shame. I can’t just let him kiss me without an explanation. I can’t let him kiss me and drown every single problem going on.
“Don’t deny me your lips.” his forehead leans on mine. “Anything,but not your lips.” a small smile forms on his lips, leaning his head towards me a second time.
I can’t say I don’t wan to just as much as he does.
I bring my lips to his, answering his question filled expressions. A feeling of relief and warmth take over me and before I know it, my hands are tangled in his hair and my legs are around his waist.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” he breathes in between kisses, tugging at my lower lip. His hands travel down to my waist, rubbing the exposed skin. I tug at his hair harder, bringing his lips closer to mine as I leant backwards in my seating on the car.
His hands tug at my shorts, leaving them just below my hips. I feel a squeeze around my waist, making me gaps. His tongue licks my bottom lip for etrance in which I grant, thinking it was impossible not to.
A smile takes over his face, and so does mine. I can’t get over how incredible this feels. Just him. His presence alone is incredible, and to add on his lips kissing mine like this makes me unable to describe him with words.
I keep kissing his softness, fastening the action. His lips don’t leave mine as a small chuckle leaves his lips before he bites my lower lip.
My hands go down to his toned front, sliding my finger down to his waist, making his hold on me tighten even more. His lips leave mine as the attach on my neck, forging my lips to let out a barely audible moan. “Fuck,” I hear him whisper as his tongue rolls around my neck, kissing the skin harder. I tilt my neck to give him more access.
I tug at his shirt, pulling it upwards from his back. His hands detach from my waist and for a swift second, he pulls his shirt off, exposing his toned torso and throwing the shirt to the side. I only have a second to reminisce the beautfilul moonlight shining off his naked upper body before he walks adjacently to me and reattaches his lips to my neck. I let my legs wrap around his waist once again, pushing him closer.
“Off,” he rasped heatedly, tugging at my shorts. I do as he says without question, liftin my bottom off the car for him to tug it off aggresively, pulling it down to my legs and letting it fall to the floor.
I feel a sudden shiver taking over my body due to the exposition of my legs. His fingers stroke down my thigs, slowing down my breathing. His kisses soften, leaving his lips on my neck long enough to drive me crazy. Small hot breaths come out of his mouth as whispered growls fall off his lips.
Reggie’s heavy breathing becomes more evident as his face turns to me, a hungry look in his eyes. I blink at him innocently, knowing his lips won’t stay unaccompanied for long. Just in time, they come in the contact with mine as he shoves his hips to mine.
His lips press lightly, ghosting over mine before gradually pressing his panting chest over mine. One arm arond escapes to my back, the other in my hair, Reggie keeps my head in place as his lips do their magic.
It doesn’t take long for Reggie to fumble with my shirt, and I allow him to tug it off the way over my head, detaching our lips for a moment. I crave his touch every second he pulls away and I honestly don’t know whether it’s a good think or not.
“You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now.” he breathes out, pressing his forehead to mine with a smile on his lips.
I let out a chuckle, feeling at ease with his body this close to mine. His close proximity and build up height makes me feel safe. I pull his back with the waist of his shorts. A smirk form on his lips as he makes his way to mine, his tongue immediately asking for etrance. I grant his wishes, letting both massage over each other.
I feel frustration ruch down my body and heat forming by the second in my lower region as his hans roam over my body, squeezing the side of my torso and shoulders.
I wrap my legs tighter around him as his lips fall to my ear, placing a gentle kiss behind it. His lips go lower, kissing down my chest multiple times before they go even further. I throw my head back and let my hands support me as I lean them against the car behind me.
Reggie’s large hands over my stomach,rubbing all over my skin until his thumbs reach my midriff, making my stomach sink for a moment. I love his touch, and I especially love when it’s on me. Oh how things would have turned out if I had left the moment he didn’t admittet to not wanting to talk.
“You know I’m mad at you, right?” I breathe out
“Mhmm,” he moans, ignoring my statement.
I don’t hesitate before I bring my head back up and let my hands go straight to the hem of his shorts, fumbling with his waistband, mildly tugging it lower.
His body stands in between my leg as his mouth ghost over in short breaths over my chest and back up to my neck.
My lips brush against his, taking his lower lip in mine bitting down the skin. Both his hands rush through my hair, tuggin near the roots. I put my hand on his crotch and squeeze gently. I feel his erection increasing underneath my palm. “Oh no, princess,” he smirks. “no toughing.”
My head gets fuzzy at his words, feeling my wetness increase. “But–” I argue, a heavy breath leaving my lips.
“What did I say?” he growls, pulling my hair down with one hand, not using much force. His other hand falls to my waist, playing with the thin waistband of my underwear.
I feel my breathing hitch at his touch as his fingers stroke my waist, gradually bringing his long fingers to run over my entrance, painfully slow. “Already wet for me, princess? i thought you were mad,” he smirks, tugging his hands in my hair harder.
I moan loudly at his action, only to have his hand untangle from my hair and cover my mouth tightly. “There’s a security guard sitting inside that building right there,” he hisses. “so I’m gonna need you to be very quiet, alright baby girl?”
I nod my head at his demand, not knowing that the hell’s taken over me to act like this.
His hand strokes over my cloth covered etrance forcing me to roll my hips on his. His hand mover from my jawto my head, pushing it on his neck. I take his meaning, starting to guide my lips on his neck, kissing over the heated skin. I feel his member grow as he stands in between my leg.
My brain doesn’t register any thoughts or screaming voices, not anything but feeling of pleasure as his hand slides my panties to the side, diving two of his fingers inside me.
I let out an unconscious moan, throwing my head back as his fingers pump harder into my tightness. “Fuck,” I breathe out, hearing his soft grunts fall out of his lips.
“Does it feel good, princess?” Reggie groans, continuing his movement.
His tumbs reaches over the top of my etrance, rubbing gently as my hips grind into him. “Reg,” I breathe out unkowingly.
My moans come out struggled and guttural the closer I came to my climax. His fingers move futher and faster into me as he feels my tightness.
“Bite down my shoulder,” he demands. “you make one sound, I’ll take you right on this car, you understand?”
I smirk at his words, knowing this is definitely a new side of Reggie I didn’t know. I gasp as I feel my climax getting closer. I bring my head to his exposed shoulder, letting my lips brush on the skin as he rubs faster.
Silent moans leave my mouth before I feel my high coming through. I let out a breath before I command his demands, bitting down his shoulder as hard as I can as I finally come.
“Good girl,” I feel his hot breath over my ear as he whispers, his voice shaky and a sense of frustration leaving his tone.
His fingers pump into me a few more times before he pulls them out, sliding my panties back on their original place. He brings his hand to his mouth, cleaning up the juices off his fingers. It’s official, he’s a different person.
I lean my head on his shoulder, breathing out heavily in pleasure. Both our bodies straighten up, loud gasps for air falling from our lips. His hand comes in contact with my head, bringing my face to his as he strokes my cheeks. His eyes meet mine, a certain light glowing in them.
“Princess,” he sings “I don’t think you understand how much I want you.” he whispers, his face edging closer to mine. “I want you in every way a person can want another. I want all of you, every piece.” he grits.
“Reggie,” I bring my fingers to touch his chin, inching it forward to look at me. “you already have me. I’m yours just as much as you are mine. “