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[ reverse starter call !! ] working on setting up this sideblog, in the meantime, i am hoping to finally start writing threads on posts rather than messages (but also open to discord threads!) — so please like this, and i will go through your opens & reply to a few!! <33 21+ only !! & open to period pieces, supernatural-show-esque, royals/noble, southern gothic, smut, anything of the sort !!

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gracie élise evans × dante san martín !!

smooth, unblemished skin kissed by the beams of the sun hovering above. the yellow brightness lingered, unmoving, in the pale blue sky. the heat that radiated from the sun was only made stronger—and unavoidable, from the lack of clouds in the sky. legs propped up slightly, a book—something written by jane austen, pried open in between her hands. fingers hooked loosely around the old pages, and the smooth spine of it. nose buried, eyes settled upon the words inked in small font onto what felt like, the endless amount of pages in the leather-bound book, with a fading concentration. she hadn't flipped to a new page in the last half-hour. they were playing, again. that little game they always did, eyes lifting from her book every once and while, stealing glances at dante, her father's closest friend—her eyes sheepishly darting away when she managed to catch his gaze. which wasn't difficult with the manner that he kept glancing over at her while he worked away—shovel in hand, surely he thought he was being discreet about it. she knew she shouldn't be doing this, gracie knew that—of course she did, but she couldn't help but want to work the man up, perhaps he'd finally give her what she longed for, what she had been yearning for. and they both knew exactly what that was. a smile hung from her lips, acting coy. but how much longer would her act of coyness一that feigned bashful attitude of hers, how much longer would they last now that she purposefully inched the fabric of her skirt higher up. and then higher, and higher, everytime he indulged in another glance at her lounging figure — hiking it up without a single drop of shame. the flowery skirt dipped at her mid-thighs, draping off of her delicately. her smooth skin, more exposed now, glowed in the sunlight. she wanted to test how long he could manage to resist, just how little effort she would need to make, to finally make him give in and draw himself towards her. and her small movements had seemed to be just the trick. she acted clueless, eyes falling hurriedly back to the bookpage—drifting over the words but not reading any of it, even turning to a new page. a hum escaped her throat, tilting her head up in response to his voice approaching her, eyes squinting from the direct sunrays behind him, trying to act uninterested and knowing she was failing miserably at it. she then half-way closed her book, as if to 'save' the page she was on with her finger. gracie tilted her head to one side, shifting her body on the chair she had made herself comfortable in — one of the straps of her dress, slipping slightly off her shoulder on accident, or rather purposefully. ❛ i do— ❜ her lips formed a small pout, laying the book down next to her hip, strategically avoiding placing it on her lap, as to not disturb his unrestricted view on her exposed skin. ❛ 一but the view is so much nicer to look at here.. the environment much more relaxing, and.. inviting, ❜ she trailed off, words curling on her tongue, her free hand tucking some of her hair, that had fallen out of her updo, away from her eyes. she let her gaze linger on him for several heartbeats, before glancing around his backyard, and then back to him. ❛ don't you agree, mister san martín? ❜ she baited him, a tooth-rotting sweetness entangling itself into her every word — blinking up at him; cheeks lightly flushed from the heat or was it from the attention she had managed to earn from him? perhaps it was a mixture of both.

open: fem 21+.

plot: inspired by this. daughter's best friend or best friend's daughter. secret hookups in private sorta vibes.

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there she was again, lounging about in the summer heat of his backyard like she damn near owned the place. admittedly, he can't help but glance over to her every now and again while he worked, glimpsing her smooth legs being propped up while she had her nose buried in some book. he knew that he wasn't being all that discreet no matter how hard he tried to be. and she knew that too, because the next time he glances over, she's pulling the bottom of her skirt up higher along her thigh. it's evident what she wants. equally annoyed and amused by her coyness, dante shakes his head before he places down his shovel and starts making his way across the lawn over to her. "don't you have your own house to be at?" he asks with playful exasperation.