𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 / 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.

lovemourn, a multimuse of ocs (+ a few canon muses) focusing on monster romance plots in horror, fantasy, and sci-fi genres. loved by noctus.

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[ txt ] : shhh, i'm not always an angel. you know that firsthand. [ txt ] : i'm a brat. but you like both, so i'll stick to both. [ txt ] : i cannot wait to see you, either. i've missed you. [ txt ] : aw, baby. they'll be over soon and then you can have me. [ txt ] : i've gotten into a couple of fights today, i'll have you know. some men don't like the word no.

[ txt ] : both is good. [ txt ] : i'll be alright. counting down the minutes. [ txt ] : fights? [ txt ] : you know i'm not paying the medical bills of everyone you send to the hospital, right? [ txt ] : (that's a joke) [ txt ] : are you alright? you need me to come down there? [ txt ] : make sure everyone knows you're mine?

thankfully the class was half a lecture and half a work session , so having her phone out wasn't a problem . he was the reason she was even here ; their arrangement trading him paying for her tuition for her time and company . julian even paid for her sorority fees , something he especially enjoyed . [txt] : your girl , daddy . [txt] : counting down the hours. if only this class would be done so i can go shopping . . . [txt] : of course i am ! the class has turned into a work session for our project so i'm 'doing work' . [txt] : how your work ? have you seen the cute picture i sent you from my sorority rush this morning ?

[ txt ] : can't wait to see what you'll pick out to wear. [ txt ] : do you have something in mind already? [ txt ] : and good girl! proud of you. keep up the good work. [ txt ] : i did. you look great, baby. [ txt ] : like you always do. [ txt ] : do the other girls know that your daddy got that dress for you?

[ txt ] : image.png [ txt ] : just getting ready for the day papi [ txt ] : can't you tell all the stiff suits at work to leave ? [ txt ] : i miss you.

-> julian loved your photo! [ txt ] : a day of lounging around with no bra? [ txt ] : what i wouldn't give to spend it with you. [ txt ] : on you. [ txt ] : in you? [ txt ] : either one. [ txt ] : i'll be home soon baby, i promise. [ txt ] : think you can keep yourself busy until then?

“i feel so silly for not recognizing you earlier,” she giggled, a bright, satisfied smile spreading across her face as if she had just solved some grand mystery. even when she wasn't even close. heather had always lived inside her own spotlight, so it was no surprise she didn't truly remember him. maybe it was better that way, not being able to recall how her and her friends made their favorite thing to do tormenting him and making his life a living hell. she giggled once again, mistaking his flustered behavior as bashfulness instead of the lies simmering beneath his skin. “well,” she teased, “what kind of guy are you, then? one of the good ones?” for her, it all became a fun little game now. “are you telling me this wasn't your plan all along?” she asked, lips curving into a pout as she continued to inch closer, close enough that the warm brush of her breath grazed his jaw. her small steps shrinking the space between their bodies until there was none left. her hand trailing over the ruined fabric of her costume that rested in his grip, fingertips gliding until she met his touch. “that's a shame if you didn't mean to, i almost thought my night was about to get a lot more entertaining”

well, he's in too deep to turn back now. maybe that's his costume tonight: anthony the lacrosse player who apparently got hot and somehow managed to get alone with heather freaking grey in a bathroom at a party. he just can't blow it now. but with the way heather moves towards him, causing for the space to shrink and the air to ignite with sexual tension, riley thinks something other than his cover might blow first. "uhm..." he racks his brain on how to answer without giving himself away. "i'm uh... not what you expect, i guess." literally. but he doesn't add that. he's too busy trying not to lose his cool from the fact she stands a few inches from him, her soft chest just a step away from being pressed up against his own. he keeps his eyes down at the costume in the sink, knowing that the second he looks away, he's a goner. fire surges up his arm when she feels her touch. he wants to pull away, but his body refuses. in fact, he does the one thing he told himself he wouldn't do: he looks at her. with his heart pounding, he meets her gaze under his glasses, her eyes pretty this close up. "what, uhm... did you have in mind then?" he can't believe he just said that.

the second she's off of him, he misses her already. his hand doesn't compare to the feeling of her tight walls, but when she kneels in front of him and tosses her hair back so the full expanse of her chest is bared to him, he can't resist. she's stunning. he makes quick work of himself, her slick making it easy to jerk off, and he spills over in spurts down in between her cleavage. "fuck," is the only word he manages out between gasps, and the kiss she pulls him into is messy. pressing his forehead against hers, he nods. "yeah, sounds good." he lingers with her a few seconds more, not wanting to be apart from her just yet. "you were so good," he murmurs before she heads to the bathroom. wiping his face, riley follows, picking up their clothes for them to change back into. once in the warm water, he wraps his hands behind her and gives her a gentle squeeze. "i don't know how i got so lucky with you." he confesses quietly, running his hands up and down the sides of her body slick from the water. "i mean it. you're like the best thing that's ever happened to me."

MIA GOTH via ninapark on Instagram (October 14, 2025)

Jake Gyllenhaal & Heath Ledger as Jack Twist & Ennis Del Mar Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

" i totally get laid, man. did the other guys tell you that i don't, 'cus it's a lie! they just don't like me and i don't know why. "

the guys weren't kidding when they said marcus was easy to mess with, but el wanted to see for himself. sure enough, one little thing and suddenly marcus is flying off the rails. el can't help but laugh. "alright, man. relax. just messing with you." he reaches out to playfully punch the other in the arm. "i believe you. you totally get laid." leaning back to get himself comfortable again, he flashes a bright smile. "but ain't no shame if it's been a while." he gives a modest shrug. "been a while for me, so."

the femme wasn't blind to how his gaze lingered a little too long, drinking in every inch of her exposed skin. honestly, heather would've been more offended if he hadn't looked. attention was something she thrived on, especially in the way he reacted to her, as if he had never seen a naked woman in his life, utterly awkward and flustered when he pressed a towel to her shoulder was almost cute. at least she could be thankful enough she hadn't been cramped into the bathroom with another brainless jock. her brows lifted when he mentioned knowing who tyler was, almost surprised, “oh, really? i went to high school with him too” she tilted her head, studying his face but still nothing came to mind until.. something clicked in her brain, or she convinced herself something did. “wait.. i think i remember you now,” a grin tugged at her lips as her confidence filled in the blank of her memory. “oh my god, how could i forget? weren't you on the lacrosse team?” she was entirely sure of herself, her gaze sweeping down the length of him. “anthony, right? you've gotten hotter since graduation,” she said with a twirl on her hair around her finger as she stepped in closer, “well, guess it's not so terrible that your friends left you alone. you get to hang out with me.. but you didn't have to get me all wet to get me alone”

he swears his heart stops the second she thinks she recognizes him. in a single instant, years worth of suppressed memories come crashing back into his brain, with her and the rest of the popular kids right at the forefront. he feels suddenly weak, like he might pass out. and debates scrambling out the door and never looking back. but when she calls him the wrong name, he almost gets whiplash. "huh?" he squeaks out like he misheard her. not only that, but her statement about him supposedly getting hotter has his cheeks flushing. "you think i'm—?" his head is spinning from everything that's happened in the last few seconds. and now, with her getting closer, he feels his throat lock up. he doesn't know what to do. does he just go along, pretend that he's this anthony? it wouldn't hurt, right? it's not like they'll cross paths again after this. riley looks down bashfully, trying to ignore how close she is from him. "well, uh... that was an accident. getting you all..." he gestures to her vaguely. wet, he means. but he can't bring himself to say it. the word suddenly carrying another meaning. "i didn't mean to do that. i'm, uhm, i'm not that kind of guy."

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