concept: cute little boy sitting on my lap dry humping my leg

A Couple of Sirens || Jordan & Matty

This would be Jordan’s first event on the island, and honestly, even if she knew of the island’s past events, she probably still would have gone anyways. She was a curious person, never really able to stay away from trouble, and she never really wanted to. Plus, she had a hot date with her, which just made this event all that much more exciting. Jordan, with Matty in tow, made her way to the refreshments table, grabbing some Laffy Taffy for herself, and handing some to Matty too. She felt different the moment she took a bite, and it had her closing her eyes for a moment, before opening them, glancing at Matty. A small smirk forms on her lips looking at him, as he chewed on the candy himself, though there was something about him that was absolutely radiant. “You know, you’re looking awful good tonight, baby.” She hums in his ear with a grin. 

@mattychavez​

Halloween 2019 

Jordan Parker as “Bad” Sandy and Matty Chavez as “Good” Danny from Grease 

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brightwood-duchess‌:

She’d left her professor’s office in a haze but the more she walked the more it became frustration, then anger, then rage. By the time she’d walked into the lounge she was shaking with it. She just had to let it out. 

Her red vision looked to the empty bar and an idea popped into her head. She reached past the bar, grabbed a glass bottle filled with amber liquor and threw it at the wall. It shattered in a brilliant display of violence, one that eased the anger for just a moment. She grabbed another bottle and did the same as before. She grabbed a stool next and threw it as well before letting out a loud scream of frustration.

She only stopped when her lungs burned and she finally felt the fire dissipate. Katell looked over her destruction she’d caused. She felt a mix of relief and shame over her un-royal reaction. But how could she not. She was failing her classes which would mean her plans to leave the island were farther away than she’d thought.

Jordan was just finished her shift, coming up from the cells, and planning to grab a drink in the lounge before heading off for the day. When she heard the commotion, there was a part of Jordan that wanted to just turn the other way, the clamouring sound of glass against the walls making her want to close her eyes and pretend she hadn’t heard anything at all. But she had, and frankly, since coming to the island she was already feeling like she was growing rather soft, and there was the creeping sensation that her colleagues didn’t take her seriously. So, after taking a moment, Jordan shakes her head, following the sound as she crosses her arms, looking at the sight of the angry woman with an unimpressed raise of her brow. “You’ve got a shitty throw. And you’ve managed to make my already exhausting day even more tiring. You know most people take up boxing or something, but instead, you decided to ruin the schools property.” Jordan lets out an annoyed breath, a finger pressing into the spot between her eyes. “Alright, come on, you’re going to have to come with me.”

Failing | Open

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To: @jordan-parker​

Several very colorful packages, left outside Jordan’s suite, with a card tucked in between two of them. 

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Frisky (Jordan)

“Well, hello there, Miss Guard Lady,” he smirked, dancing with her in the Crimson Clover, feeling hands on his waist.  “Not my usual flavor, but I’ll be very happy to make you a special exception.”

@jordan-parker

Send “Frisky” for my muses reaction to your muse getting handsy…

“You were thinking about me, baby? Maybe you should come over again sometime soon and tell me more about what you were thinking.” 

Who and what were you thinking about the last time you masturbated?

“Oh, um, well–gosh, um, the last time? I don’t know if I should say who, um, the last time, cause I probably shouldn’t have thought about–um, I think about lots of people, just, um, just, you know, touching me, and, um, kissing? Sometimes I think about Miss Jo, or, um, Miss Jude, my boss, cause she’s really, really pretty, or–or Miss Kit, or, um, Theo is really cute, or–oh, this is so embarrassing, I don’t want to say anymore.”

@jordan-parker @heyxxjude @kitthedragonslave @its-theodore

bloodwynes‌:

Booker’s mind was going a mile a minute (as always), but as soon as she felt those lips wrap around her neck, a pleasant shiver ran through her whole body and suddenly her mind wasn’t going a mile a minute, instead she just froze for a moment, enjoying the pleasant sensations Jordan was producing in her. The way she sucked on the lime, lips so close yet so far from where she truly wanted them, it made Booker burn with desire, she wanted to lean in just a bit closer and claim those lips, but instead she decided to stay still, she could get a chance to do that later, anyway.

As soon as it was done, Booker stood up from the table and looked at Jordan as she got prepared to do the same. A cocky grin appeared on the dragon’s face as she watched Jordan put the salt on her neck and then the tequila on her navel. “Well you do know how to make things exciting, I give ya that.” Booker took a moment to take in the amazing view, before coming closer and finally leaning in. The dragon took her sweet time drinking the tequila in Jordan’s navel, slowly moving away while one of her hand’s stayed on the other’s bare stomach (as she doubted Jordan would mind), Booker moved her fiery red hair away so it wouldn’t get in the way as her tongue slowly moved up Jordan’s neck, licking the salt and lime away, before finally moving up to the lime in her mouth. She took a moment longer than Jordan did to bring the lime into her mouth and suck on it before pulling it out and leave it on the table. Once it was all done, Booker smirked smugly. “I think we should hang out more often, this night was certainly more entertaining than I had anticipated.” Booker admitted and winked at Jordan.

The dragon took out her phone just for a moment to check on the time and she made a fake sound of surprise. “Wow, oh my, it’s pretty late. I really shouldn’t go back to me house at such a late hour in the middle of the night, it could be dangerous.” Booker was a pretty terrible liar, but at this point she wasn’t even trying, she had a grin on her face the whole time as she stared at her phone and then at Jordan. “If only someone would invite me to their house to stay the night, I would just feel much safer that way.”

“Why be boring when you don’t gotta be?” Jordan smirks cheekily as she arches ever so slightly, showing off in a way that felt all too natural for the young Amazon. She thrived off of having the attention all on her, and right now, she was getting her way, so she was pleased. Propped up a little on her elbows, Jordan grins watching the redhead move closer to drink the shot, tilting her head and brushing her long hair to the side to allow the dragon better access to her neck. “Mmm, you got a nice mouth, honey.” 

“Suppose that’s something we could arrange.” Jordan says, a little twinkle in her eye as she sits up, swinging her legs around but remaining seated on top of the bar, enjoying the full view of the other. Jordan’s lips curl into a smile at the other’s dramatics, brow raising. “Is that so? The big bad dragon scared of the dark?” She teased, hopping herself off the bar, hand slipping down and fingers tangling with the dragon’s. “Don’t worry, I think we both know I could protect you just fine, c’mon honey, lets get out of here.” She says, fingers curling to hold onto Booker’s hand a little tighter as she tugged the dragon along through the crowd till they were breaking out into the outside air. Jordan breathed in, filling her lungs as she continued to pull Booker along, taking a moment to turn and walk backwards, her hand still holding on to the other’s to keep her trailing. “Now you just keep close to me and I’ll make sure no big bad monsters get you.” She teases with a wink before turning and heading back towards her suite. 

rowanxaubri‌:

“Good and weird works.  And probably so, though I generally try not to go around hitting people.  Or kicking them, in this case.  But let’s be real, the shin is probably going to be my best target.  Not like I’d be able to reach their face without pulling some sort of kung fu fighting move.”  As if to underscore that particular point, Rowan hummed a few bars of the catchy song under her breath as she hitched her bag up higher on her shoulder.  Her so-called ‘bag of tricks’ was probably going to need replacement soon, the one she’d started her time using at the Institute was starting to get worn after three years of heavy use.  A small frown crossed her features as she noticed a small tear in the fabric before her attention was pulled back to the - well, guard, apparently.

“How are you liking guarding so far?”  There was something of a hesitance to the question, as in her experience guards could fall on either side of the fence.  She was likely to give more leeway than most on the position she held considering her brother had been a guard, and two of her regular … people were as well.  The job title didn’t always necessitate harsh measures, and she couldn’t help but wonder which side of the fence Jordan fell on.

“Can’t say the same about myself.” The amazon teased with a small shrug. “Though, I do try to keep the hitting to the gym.” Jordan couldn’t help but grin down at the shorter woman with a small chuckle. “Yeah, the shin is probably a good way to go, though you might be surprised what you’d be able to do, even being as tiny as you are. You know, if you ever wanted to learn a few moves, learn how to use your height to your advantage, hit me up, I wouldn’t mind showing you a few things.” Jordan says, the offer not completely selfless. Rowan was cute, and Jordan liked to show off, it was a win for both of them. 

“Well, suppose it’s not quite as exciting as my last job. Can’t say I’m overly fond of being stuck in the dark most of the day.” She says with a small shrug, pointedly not broaching the topic of what things the guards actually had to do with the slaves,  including punishment. No, those conversations usually didn’t go well, and sensing the hesitation in the woman’s voice, Jordan knew better. “And what about you? Student here? Teacher? Let me guess, you’re actually a vampire and you’re a thousand years old and you’re like, and you’re actually just a super old professor.” Jordan says with a flash of a smile as she followed along beside the woman. 

beauty and the brat || jordan and atticus

Jordan had been growing more and more restless the longer she was on the island. Sure, she was getting training with Magnus, and she was able to learn more about the supernatural world, but her job left something to be desired. She missed the action and the life or death stakes of her old job. She was bored. So, in light of said boredom, Jordan decided she’d try something out that intrigued her. The idea of being able to rent people seemed a bit archaic, but then again, Jordan did like having some entertainment, and maybe she could make it fun for all parties involved. She had a little list of those she thought she’d enjoy spending more time with, and as she made her way at the end of her shift to one cell in particular, she knew that she’d made a good choice. Leaning up against the frame of Atticus’ cell, Jordan pulled the rental form and rules out of her pocket and tossed them at Atticus. 

“Get packing loser, you’re getting rented.” She grins. 

@voulez-vousatticus​

burgers and robots || jordan and devon

Jordan was heading back from the gym, hair pulled up into a high pony when she spotted the woman. Okay, at first, Jordan didn’t really notice her, she had food on the brain, and she was thinking about getting a cheese burger, and she didn’t really take note of the blonde at first. That was, however, until the woman pulled up her shirt and straight up opened up her stomach, only to reveal wires and circuitry beneath it. Now that got Jordan to stop and do a double take, something that didn’t always happen. Head tilted slightly, Jordan watches the woman fiddle around and remove what looked like a little piece of fuzz before starting to put herself back together again. 

“Well, and here I thought I’d seen everything, but that, that was truly something.” Jordan said, sitting herself down at the park bench beside the woman shooting her a grin. “You always go around pulling off parts of your body like that?” 

@android-devon​

RENTAL REQUEST:

To be submitted by Masters, Mistresses and Professors requesting a rental:

Master, Mistress or Professor Name: Jordan Parker  Name of Slave being rented: Atticus Carmine  How long do you wish to rent this slave (2 - 7 days): 4 You agree that no permanent harm will come to the slave: of course  I have checked with the player OOC to verify this rental: Yes 

Rules/Comments (ALL rentals must have rules or they will be denied):

1. Atticus will come back to my suite with me after my shift, he will be allowed time to pack up the things he feels he needs for the four days of our rentals. 

2. Atticus will be required to attend his usual classes, be respectful of all his teachers, and complete any homework needed. 

3. If he has any scenes or lines to rehearse, he is to rehearse and let me watch, because he’s pretty to look at and I like to be entertained. 

4. Atticus will not talk back to me during the rental, should he, appropriate action will be taken. 

5. If offered anything (e.g. alcohol, drugs) Atticus will take them without question. 

6. Atticus will be required to go shopping with me once over the duration of the rental, where he will try on and model any clothing that I ask him to. 

7. Atticus is to only go to school, and work, any free time he has outside of that and homework is reserved for entertaining me as I see fit. 

8. Atticus will be required to go out dancing with me at least 2 of the nights, more if I decide.

———————————————————————————————- Headmaster’s use only: This RENTAL has been APPROVED (or) DENIED

Rental Period: October 18-22. Slave will be returned to his/her dorm the morning of October 23.

Headmaster’s Comments: I am certain that one like yourself can keep this mouthy slave under control. Do not disappoint me, Mistress Parker.  ———————————————————————————————-

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voulez-vousatticus‌:

“Of course it does,” he chuckled, smiling back.  Atticus really liked Jordan, so far, and every minute that passed made him more and more relaxed around her.  It was a nice change of pace around here, it had been a while since he met a newer person - especially a guard - that didn’t make him want to yank his teeth out with a pair of pliers.  “You buying?” he asked, then stood, dusting dirt off his knees.  “There’s this kinda grimy place towards the beach that sells nachos, they make you shit for days but it’s worth it.”

“Nothing wrong with being a bit of an asshole.” Jordan grins, teasing a little. Jordan found Atticus immediately intriguing. She liked to read people, figure them out, pull them apart like a puzzle, like she’d been trained to do. And Atticus was an interesting puzzle to uncover, and Jordan felt that there was far more to him than what was on the surface. Jordan pulled herself up to stand, stretching out just a bit. “Of course, my treat.” She says with a grin, her brow raising. “Well, sounds like my kind of place, lead the way kid.” She says, falling into step beside him. 

3/4 of a Hotbox || Jordan&Atticus

noahwrightx‌:

Noah’s smile only grew at her greeting, tongue darting out over his lips briefly when he caught her gaze lingering there. He shifted a little, shoulders rolling to better put himself on display even as he leaned casually against the bar–she was beautiful, was all, and complimentary, and Noah was shameless as ever, and greedy for more attention, still lit up from being on stage.

“Ain’t you sweet, darlin’,” he said, and tipped his head in a little motion that might have been humble, dismissive of the compliment, except that he was so clearly preening at the same time and still grinning proudly. He gave a little wiggle of his eyebrows at her question, popped another cherry in his mouth. “Just me. I’m a real talented fella. Lots of skills. And a pretty lady like you, well–you deserve the very best service we got.”

Jordan was a person that enjoyed watching just as much as she enjoyed being watched, and with the way Noah was moving, making himself more open towards her, she had a feeling her really enjoyed the way her gaze lingered over him, completely enthralled. And he really was something quite pretty to look at, all large and broad, with a playful boyness that Jordan found rather endearing. 

“Who me? Only to real pretty boys like yourself.” Jordan says, her own shoulders rolling as she sits up a little taller, her smirk broadening at him as he preened. “Is that so? I mean, you look pretty skilled, I can only imagine you’ve got plenty of other talents.” She says, her eyes lingering down his body for a moment, shamelessly eyeing him over. “Good dancer, bartender, and a charmer, there anything you can’t do, honey?”