ââŠsend đ·Â for my muse's reaction to yours appearing at their door, drunk.
A loud crash coming from outside snatched Rafael up out of his peaceful slumber. He shot up out of his bed so fast that it took him a further few seconds of panic to realise that the pitch black darkness wasn't due to the fact that the intruders had broken into his home just to rob him of his sight - he still had his sleep mask on. Once he got past that frightening ordeal, he cautiously opened his bedroom door and risked peeking down the hallway. He waited for another sound, an assailant in a full black outfit to speed run at him, or the bullet to get to him first...but nothing else came. When a few more beats passed without any further suspicious noises, Rafael started to wonder if he even heard anything at all. He started to make his way back to bed, then immediately froze when he heard someone else's voice coming from the back of his house. "dios mĂo, no puedo soportar mĂĄs de esto." He sighed dramatically as he clutched his chest. He picked up his phone with his other hand, ready to call for security, then he moved closer to the window - and his mouth hung open.
Rafael rushed down the stairs so fast he nearly tripped over the back of his robe as it flowed behind him with each drastic movement. He burst through the back doors, the cool night air hitting his skin, and stopped dead in his tracks. "...Yasira!" He shouted out to the form on the other side of his backyard. At the sound of his voice, the figure immediately stopped what they were doing. One of his favourite stone sculptures, a sleek modern piece that he'd spent far too much money on, lay on its side with one of its decorative wings shattered clean off. But Yasira was far from finished. Dressed in a shimmering party dress and towering heels that were completely impractical for a midnight raid on a garden, Yaria turned with one of his poolside chairs halfway over her shoulder. Her face set in a look of intense concentration as she heaved the chair toward the edge of the pool. She gave one final clumsy shove, and the chair tipped over the edge with a loud, echoing splash.
Another splash - the side table.
A third splash - one of the sun loungers.
Rafael looked at the submerged garden furniture in total bewilderment. "...what the fuck are you doing?!" Yasira frowned at him as though he had asked the stupidest question imaginable. Her eyes were glassy, and a wide, loopy grin spread across her face, I'm helping you declutter...you gotta lot of shit in your yard, her voice trailed off into a giggle as Rafael rubbed his temples, perhaps he tied his durag a little too tight, or the adrenaline of the intruder scare was fading into a headache. Why are you out in your robe at 2 in the morning? She swayed in her heels, looking like a breeze could knock her over.
Rafael could only stare at her, his thoughts still tangled in sleep, half convinced his brain was stitching together some vivid, impossible dream. The last time they saw each other was when Yasira told him he wouldn't be hearing from her again before storming out of his place, and this chaotic scene in front of him didn't fit anywhere in the aftermath of that. It was the same old cycle - the fallout, silence, the petty back and forths, his eventual scrambling to fix things, then the passionate reunion - but right now, Rafael couldn't tell which part of the pattern this was supposed to be, or if he was even fully awake to begin with. Rafael caught Yasira's eyes, locking onto a decorative potted plant nearby. "Yasira, por favor..." Rafael stepped forward to intervene as she reached for it with a determined huff, intending to give it the same treatment as the rest of his garden furniture. As she shifted her weight to hoist the pot, one of her heels caught on the edge of a paving stone and she tipped backwards. With a dramatic splash, she vanished beneath the surface of the pool, taking the plant with her.
"¥Coño, carajo!" Rafael cursed as he dove into the water, not even pausing to take off his robe. He swam toward her, reaching down to hook his arm under her shoulders and haul her upward. He broke the surface and pulled her head above water. He held her close, his heart hammering against his chest as he frantically searched her face, his eyes wide with worry. Yasira blinked, water streaming down her face, and then she simply beamed at him. She looked utterly content, as if falling into a pool at 2 AM was the highlight of her week. Rafael let out a long, shaky breath of relief, resting his forehead against hers for a brief second. "How can you still be so cute while you're giving me a million fucking heart attacks?" He grumbled, a small, reluctant smile tugging at his lips. He gently brushed the wet strands of hair away from her eyes, his touch lingering on her cheek. "Did you hit your head when you fell?" He asked her as he checked for signs of any injuries anyway. "What about before you got here?" He added on when she shook her head, to which she rolled her eyes and told him to shut up.
Once inside, Yasira was in a state of blissful drunken compliance, though she still tried to dance her way through the living room, leaving a trail of pool water behind her. Rafael caught her by the waist, steering her toward the bathroom with a patient sigh. He started by drying her off, wrapping her in a plush, oversized towel and patting her skin dry. He helped her slide into one of his t-shirts, low-key admiring how the fabric swallowed her whole. "Stay still, preciosa," he murmured as he took a cotton pad and gently began to wipe the smudged eyeliner and remaining makeup from her face. Yasira leaned into his touch, her eyes half-closed, humming a random song. When it came to brushing her teeth, he practically had to do it for her, guiding the brush with a chuckle as she tried to mimic his movements.
He led her to the bedroom, tucking her into the cool sheets and climbing in beside her, pulling the duvet over them both, and Yasira curled into his side. "Go to sleep. You have furniture to move out of the pool, you will need all the rest you can get," he whispered, kissing her forehead once she was finally settled with her hand resting on his chest.
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starter ... @dirtyauthority / plot : here - tell me you hate me again.
secretly, he hated seeing his ex happily hook up with anyone right in front of his face. what happened last night between was a reoccurring thing between lust and something else. the bedroom was the only thing they understood about each other, then it was back to the same shit, hating each other around their friend group. â real wise of you when i just fucked you last night. i'm sure they weren't any good since you are now contaminating my space with your presence. â
there was something about the last song of the night, the way the crowdâs buzz swelled and settled, vibrating through amariâs chest as she tried to steady her breathing. her eyes slipped closed for a moment, letting herself exist in it, knowing there wouldnât be many of these moments left. by the time she bowed and walked off stage, tears pricked at her eyes, though she blinked them back quickly. a smile found its way onto her face as her team crowded around her, arms wrapping around her one after another in congratulations and comfort. she was still holding her breath when she finally slipped into her dressing room and shut the door behind her, her head falling back against it with a soft thud. the bouquets of flowers caught her attention first. white roses, covering every available surface. her favorite. a smile spread slowly across her face because she already knew who they were from before her gaze landed on him, sitting quietly on the couch in the corner watching her. âhey you,â she said softly, her voice a little hoarse from singing. it had been a long time since sheâd seen him, maybe a year, maybe more. âlong time no see. thought you didnât like coming to stuff like this?â
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[SKIN] - For our muses to go skinny dipping in a body of water
sebastian & sage
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[SKIN] - for our muses to go skinny dipping in a body of water
the scent of pine and damp earth greeted them on their arrival to the secluded lake spot. the drive had started off with sebastian taking the lead with the conversation for once and sage watching the usually stoic man burst at the seams with boyish excitement as he yapped about his previous trips, then moved onto sage making him guess the names of the artists on her playlist (he surprisingly got a lot correct and was able to recite the lyrics before the song had even gotten to that point), and then fell into a comfortable silence in the final stretch as she fell asleep.
sage stepped out whilst sebastian unloaded the car, stretching out her arms toward the towering canopy of trees then a small gasp left her as she carefully approached the water. it's beautiful, seb. the lake was a mirror of deep, crystalline turquoise, tucked away in a valley that felt like the edge of the world. sebastian watched her, his gaze lingering on the way her dark hair caught the dappled sunlight, a fond smile spreading across his face as she moved closer to the water. after they set up the tent and the small campfire, the afternoon heat became turned into a golden hue in the early evening.
sebastian stepped toward the shoreline and knelt at the water's edge, dipping his hand into the crystalline surface to test the temperature. a mischievous glint entered his blue eyes, and with a quick, playful flick of his wrist, he sent a spray of cold droplets arching through the air toward sage. she let out a startled shriek, followed by a melodic laugh each time as she tried to flee his aim. then...a slow smile spread across her lips, without breaking eye contact, sage reached up and slid her jacket off her shoulders, letting it drop carelessly onto the grass. well...since my clothes are already wet, i think i'd like to go for a swim. her voice dropped into a playful, challenging lilt which prompted sebastian to pause with his hand still hovering near the water. "i put the bags in the tent," he replied, though he didn't move to help her; instead, he remained rooted to the spot, his gaze intensifying as he watched her fingers move to the buttons of her shirt.
sage was aware that he wasn't entirely clued into the direction her thoughts were drifting, his mind still operating on the practicalities of the trip. still, she moved with deliberate slowness, peeling the fabric aware from her skin. i don't need my bag, there isn't a bikini in there anyway. sebastian blinked, the gears finally turning in his head, watching the shirt slide off her shoulders to reveal her creamy skin against the backdrop of the emerald forest. have you caught on yet, sebastian?
a faint blush crept up his neck and coloured his cheeks, the realisation hit him like a physical wave. he let out a short breathless laugh, shaking his head at his own delayed realisation. you're staring sage teased to which he responded with "i'm appreciating" his eyes darkening as he drank her in. slowly, sage reached behind her back as she unclipped her bra and the garment fell away, leaving her breasts bare to the cool air and sebastian felt the air leave his lungs. you're supposed to be undressing - the comment snapped him out of his stupor. his movements were clumsy, almost frantic, as he began to strip. he kicked off his boots and tugged his shirt over his head.
sage, now fully nude, her skin glowing against the deep greens of the forest. the sight of her like this sent a jolt of raw electricity straight to his gut. you're still staring and still dressed she pointed out with a coy smile. "iâm guessing my swimming trunks didnât make it into my bag either, did they? " he asked when she stopped just inches away from him, the scent of her skin mixing with the crisp air as a gentle warm breeze brushed past them nearly had him carrying her back to the tent. sage looked up at him, shaking her head slowly, a silent no. he watched the ripple of the lake climb up her ankles, then her calves, her thighs, before she slipped into the water completely with a soft splash.
sebastian didn't waste another second. he shed the rest of his clothes in a blur of motion and dove in after her, and he swam with long, powerful strokes, cutting through the glassy surface to get to her. they met in the middle of the lake, where the water reached his chest and sage was only visible from the neck up. the lake became their own private world as they splashed and played, their laughter filling the silence of the wilderness, before the playfulness shifted into something deeper.
sebastian reached for her, his large hands finding her waist and pulling her flush against him. sage's arms slid up his neck, her fingers tangling in the damp hair at the nape of his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. he shifted his hold, one hand sliding down to cup the swell of her backside, sage's head fell back as he nipped at the curve of her neck. "i'm so happy you're here," he confessed against her skin, his voice a low rumble against her collarbone. there was far more that he wanted to say to explain the overwhelming amount of feelings building up in his chest but the words lodged in his throat, and all he could do was stare at her - his eyes searching hers with an intensity that spoke of everything he struggled to put into words.
sage cupped his face, her smile assuring him that she understood him. how could he have ever tried to hide himself from her? he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a slow, searing kiss, that started as a tender exploration but as sage arched her back, pressing her breasts firmly against his chest, the kiss deepened into something hungrier. the water cradled them in a cold, shimmering embrace while the sunset cast a orange hue across the surface of the lake. as they finally broke their kiss, sage rested her head against his shoulder - beaming with pure unadulterated contentment but sebastian, ever the observer, noticed the way she subconsciously pressed closer to him, trying to steal the warmth from him. "you're freezing," he pressed a thumb to her lips, they were losing their usual pink tint and her skin started to pale. sage tried to offer a small smile, her teeth chattering slightly as she clung tighter to him. i'm...acclimating she still managed the usual stubbornness in her tone which made his brow arch, when a cool breeze swept across the open water, a violent shiver ran through her frame. âacclimatingâŠrightâ he nodded dryly.
sebastian didn't argue; he adjusted his grip on her, wrapping his arms around her more securely, as he guided them back toward the shore. in little to no time, they were back on shore, fully dressed, with sage placed by the camp fire with a cup of soup he had made before they left out. being more than accustomed to a swim in low temperatures, sebastian warmed up once he had his clothes back on. sage had insisted on wearing his jacket and beanie, the woolly fabric swallowing her head and slipping slightly over her brows every time she took a sip of soup. âbetter?â he asked, still watching her as though he could personally ensure the warmth of the soup reached all the way down to her toes. sage leaned into him and, rather than waiting for her to respond, he pressed a kiss to her temple and finally started eating his own soup.
âhe/she looks at you like they want to fuck you.â
sebastian & sage (sheâs always being messy and jealous lmao)
the bass thrummed low and steady through the floor, like a heart beat sebastian could feel in his bones. one hand around his drink, the other arm leaned on the countertop next to him. the club was a blue of bodies and lights, but sebastian's focus had narrowed to the woman dancing just in front of him. he was paying attention to her more than anything else in the room and, if he focused even just a fraction more, he could even smell the faint sweetness of her perfume. sage's voice cut through, clear and direct enough for her words to not get lost in the surrounding noise. "they're looking at you..." she murmured, nodding almost imperceptibly across the room - likely in the direction of the person she was referring to.
sebastian blinked. for a moment he didn't quite process it and then a quiet huff escaped him, half a laugh, half a breath of disbelief. he was still registering that she'd said that when he turned his attention to his glass as if it might contain a clearer answer. despite being objectively attractive, sebastian didn't move through the world assuming people were attracted to him and once he was emotionally attached to someone, the outside attention mattered even less. "...are they?" he asked, not completely convinced. sage gave him an expectant look, like she was waiting for him to catch up. "they're looking at you like they want to fuck you," she added in a way that made him pause properly.
his brows lifted slightly as something between surprise and self-awareness flickered across his face. that's when the implication behind what she was saying hit him. "oh," he said quietly as a subtle flush crept up the back of his neck and betrayed the composure he tried so hard to maintain. that's what she did to him. sage could effortlessly peel back layers of control with a single sentence, leaving him suddenly undone by a few words. he set the glass down carefully, fingers lingering around it as if grounding himself back into composure and sage moved closer, no intention of giving him space to recover. but the fluster faded quickly and his gaze landed on her, because that's where it had always been. even when he would pull away or hide behind silence and distance, his attention always found its way back to her and now with her standing right in front of him, her dark eyes flickering with the kind of heat he still had yet to feel worthy of, there was no one else he wanted to look at.
sebastian took a step closer to her, not crowd her but to seal the two of them into their own space that made everything else around them fade into a quiet hum. "funny," he said, tilting his head slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. his hand rose to brush a strand of hair from her shoulder, a deliberate small act of care dressed in casual movement. "i didn't notice." his words were a simple admission that she was the only one who could hold his attention now. "besides, if i wanted someone to look at me like that, i'd already be looking at her." a hint of a smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he held her gaze for a moment longer, letting the words settle then took a slow sip of his drink, his smile lingering like a promise.
ALWAYS ACCEPTING - nsfw starters; fifty reasons to have sex
( @dirtyauthority ) elara & xander
sleep had never come easy to elara. it was something she skimmed more than settled into, restless by nature, never quite able to stay still long enough to let herself sink into it fully. most nights, she ran on little and didnât question it. but somewhere along the line, that shiftedâquietly, unexpectedlyâwhen the bed she found herself in wasnât her own.
xanderâs place was the kind of space that didnât need to try to impress. high ceilings, clean lines, soft lighting that spilled from recessed fixtures and city glow filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. the bed itself sat low but expansive, dressed in dark, expensive linens that always felt a little too nice for how casually he occupied them. there was more than enough room for distance, for space, for them to exist without ever touching.
and still, that was never how it went.
elara always drifted closer. drawn in without thinking, like it was instinct more than choice. a leg slipping between his, or thrown over his waist. her arm curling around his middle, fitting herself against him in ways that felt natural, easy. sometimes sheâd tuck in smaller, folding into him while his arms settled around her, steady and grounding. and now, it was something she couldnât quite do without. even the smallest bit of distance felt off, like something essential had been pulled away. sometimes it was as simple as pressing in close, her nose brushing against his back while he slept, anchoring herself to the quiet rhythm of him. like that contact, no matter how small, was the only thing that finally let her rest.
it was just past the witching hour, the kind of quiet that settled deep into the walls of xanderâs place, city lights dimmed to a soft glow beyond the glass. elara lay tangled in the sheets, sleep tugging at her but not quite claiming her, lashes heavy though her mind refused to fully shut off. theyâd turned in early, though not for restâhandsy, restless, devouring each other beneath the covers until the world narrowed to heat and breath and the slow unraveling of cravings she hadnât realized she carried so intensely. it left her sated, body softened, the edge taken off in a way that made her body feel buzzy. xander had fallen asleep easily, steady and undisturbed beside her. elara lingered a moment longer before slipping out from the bed with careful movements, keeping the quiet intact. she reached for the nearest thingâone of his tees, oversized and soft, dragging it over her head until it fell against her frame, barely skimming over the curve of her hips, leaving little to the imagination where her underwear sat beneath. it wasnât planned, none of this was, and she hadnât come prepared like she normally would. but somehow, standing there in his space, wrapped in something that belonged to him, it felt just as fitting.
the kitchen was the next stop when rummaging around quietly to find a snack to subside, settling on a jar of peanut butter and licking a thick scoop from her finger to suckle from, then another, then when that didnât satisfy, elara caved once more and returned to that bedroom. he barely stirred but rolled somewhat on his back and had an arm extended, so elara snuck back in, pulled his arm around and purposely angled her body until the softest portions pressed against his more ridged ones, her leg moving to bend, laying over his waist. âbaby.â she whispered in a soft purr and moved from his shoulder, then his neck, then his ear, her lips still a bit sticky. âwake up.â so close, whispering into his ear, her hand wandered down the middle of his stomach, nearly disappearing where her thigh draped. âi want more.â
a groggier, huskier tone of voice escaped when he stirred and nearly proved elaraâs theoryâthat he could actually get sexier. she wasnât sure if he was just messing or if he actually didnât make out what she was asking, but elara also didnât mind presenting, either. a leg hoisted over him disrupted sheets covering bits and pieces of him. elara walked manicured fingers down the length of a valley until she would shamelessly dip beneath the thin fabric and tend to what she already started. âi want you to wake up.â her tone much clearer than a sleep deprived one, yet muffled against the shell of his ear. as xander jutted his hips involuntarily, his body asking for it without fully pulling from his slumber, elara timed it perfectly with the most taunting little squeeze of dainty fingers when leaning up to kiss on the front of his throat, enticing him further, then his scruffy chin, just below a pillowy lip. âcan i have more?â the innocent quip didnât pair with the wrap around of where she felt xander already throb, somewhat hidden, nor did the smirk that crossed her lips. âpretty please?â
