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threelionsgirl · 2 years

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without time | jadon sancho

request: “Can you do one with jadon where during sex he says "I don't wanna take it out" 😩”

yes he is hot and its not my gif

warnings: +18, smut! quickie, unprotected sex

word count: 1426

notes: I used to write on my sideblog @masonwmount but I think I'm going to abandon it so you can send your requests here!

masterlist | requests are open!

That night, Jadon had arrived at your house a little earlier than you had expected. You were going to go to a friend’s birthday party, and he was supposed to pick you up, but when he arrived you weren’t ready yet, forcing Jadon to wait for you to finish getting ready.

You were sitting facing the mirror on your dressing table finishing your make-up, while your boyfriend was on the bed next to you, half impatiently waiting for you.

“You’re already beautiful, you don’t need all that make-up.” He was trying to argue to get you to give up putting on make-up, but you just ignored it by continuing to stare into the mirror to swipe your eyelash mask. Realizing that you wouldn’t give up, he huffed and let his torso fall back, lying down on the bed and grabbing one of your pillows.

You smiled and looked at him, sprawled out on his sheets with his legs spread, so irresistible. He was tidy, in the style of clothes he usually liked to wear, but it was his perfume that was really distracting you a bit. Jadon was a vain guy, he always liked to look good, whether it was with his haircut, his beard lined up, or a striking scent.

His position on the bed made you bite your lip, trying to hold back your impulses.

“Jadon, get up from there or sit up straight.” You spoke, poking his leg with your foot.

“Why?” he asked, dropping the pillow and stood up, propping his elbows on the mattress to look at you.

“You are making me want to jump on you.” You admitted and decided to look back at the mirror, finishing a few things of your make-up. He chuckled, watching you, and keeping the position he was in to try to tease you. You tried to avoid his gaze as you brushed your hair, in a few minutes you were ready and stood up. “I’m ready.”

You announced, but he didn’t even move a muscle, apparently Jadon thought that looking at you was more interesting than being impatient. You bent down to pick up your purse from the mattress, it was only inches from Jadon’s head, and as you were about to return to your original position, he stopped you by grabbing your waist, you felt your knees go against the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing? We’re going to be late.” Your question didn’t have the opposite effect on him, he just pulled you lower, and you propped your hands on the mattress on the side of his head.

“You look very pretty.” His hands went down to your ass, and you relaxed your body on top of his, with your knees on either side of his hips.

“Oh yeah, you too.” You ran your hand across his face and he leaned in to kiss you.

You thought it would be an innocent kiss, and you would soon be leaving your house and going to the party, until it started to get more intense. You held the sides of his head as you kissed him, and your tongues played with each other. His hands moved up your thighs and down the inside of your dress to your panties. You were getting wet as his cock was also getting hard, it was easy to feel him underneath you.

“We don’t have time for that, Jad.” You tried to argue, but he shut your lips with a kiss.

“We always have time for this, baby.” You bit your lips, his fingers teasing you as they ran past your panties. “We can be quick.”

You gave in because it was really hard to resist a quickie with Jadon. You were always doing it, curled up together in unusual places, it was the price you paid for having such high libido and energetic bodies, but you weren’t complaining.

He quickly turned you over, and you were lying on the mattress with Jadon on top of you. He kissed you as he pulled your dress up to your waist. You moaned into his mouth, running your hands down his back and up his arms, wanting to rip the shirt off your torso. Jadon pulled your panties aside and began to stimulate your clitoris with his finger, you moaned at his touches and the kisses he left on your neck.

You were a bit impatient, his fingers were good, but you wanted his cock, not to mention that you were out of time. Your hands went to the waistband of his jeans, and you slid the zipper down. He moaned in your good voice as you pulled his cock out of his underwear and grabbed it, making slow back and forth movements.

“So, are you going to fuck me or are we going to stay here all night?” You said, giving him a mischievous smile.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind staying here all night.” He spoke, but squeezed your thighs together and replaced your hand on his cock, so he could guide himself into you. You smiled, feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance, and rolled your hips as he filled you.

“I’m not in the mood for cramming right now, babe.” You said, pulling him closer and moving your hips so that his cock came out and entered you again in an accelerated manner. Jadon was trying to match the movements of your hips with his, he sank his fingers into your hair, dragging you against him and crushed his mouth against yours as he fucked you hard.

You sank your head into his neck, moaning almost unconsciously, the joy and excitement making your pulse race and your skin flush. Your stomach clenched with pleasure.

“Damn, Jad, that’s so good.” You hooked your hands on the back of his shoulders and met his thrusts with arching hips. A moan resounded in your throat, and he kissed you harder, his fingers gripping your ass. His speed increased and you felt the orgasm peak. “Fuck.” Your stomach sank and your back arched, you felt your body tremble and your pussy pulsate around his cock as you came. Quickies with Jadon were always good.

You embraced him, intending to kiss him to wait for him to climax himself, but instead of speeding up, your strokes slowed to a slow grind.

“Jad, what happened?”

“I don’t wanna take it out.” He looked down where your crotches met, then looked at you and stopped his movements completely with his cock buried inside you. You could feel every inch of his cock throbbing inside you.

“What happened to ‘gonna be quick’?” You laughed, running your hands across his shoulders.

“I think I changed my mind.” He left a kiss on your mouth and moved down to your neck. His hands grabbed your breasts, wanting to undress them.

“Then I guess you better give up because we still have a party to go to and wouldn’t it be frustrating to go without cumming?” You flexed the muscles in your vagina and could swear you almost heard him whimper after doing so.

“You wouldn’t be so cruel to leave me without cumming.” He moved his head to look at you directly, arching an eyebrow.

“Then hurry up, honey.” You encouraged by slapping his ass, Jadon rolled his eyes, but begins to move again. He pulled away and entered you again, his breathing rough, his body tense as she looked at you, seeking her own orgasm after seeing you satisfied.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, Jadon thrust into you a few more times, quick strokes with a certain intensity. The muscles in your stomach contracted and with a low moan he shuddered and came inside you. Your eyes closed, and your heart pounded hard as he gave a final thrust, causing him to let out that guttural grunt in your ear.

“Fuck that was really good.” He said, relaxing on top of you, you agreed, giving him another kiss before he got up and pulled out of you. Jadon lay on the bed, and you lay side by side, lying on your stomachs and looking up at the ceiling.

“Yeah, and now we’re late.” You turned your face to look at him and began to arrange your dress as he zipped up his pants.

“Regretful?”

“Not at all.” You laughed, tilting your head to give him a kiss, blinking with one of your eyes. “When we get home, I will give you as much time as you want to get out of me.”

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smartycvnt · 3 years

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Anticipation (Arizona Robbins x Reader)

summary: You knew that tonight was going to be the night, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

warnings: mention of sex

Taking things slowly was not usually your style. However, something told you that Arizona was different, so when the option for things to start getting hot and heavy arose, you asked to take things slowly. Arizona had seemed surprised, you had just as bad of a reputation as Karev did, but she agreed to nonetheless. And things were going well, you were actually getting to spend time with Arizona that you hadn’t spent with others in the past.

“Why do you look like you’re gonna puke?” Meredith asked you as she reached for her own charts. “Do you have something? Is Alex gonna have to worry about the children getting sick too?”

“No, it’s nothing like that. I’m, uh, spending the night at Arizona’s tonight and I want to tell her that we should have sex,” you told Meredith. The elder Grey looked surprised, like she had expected you and Arizona to have already done it. You didn’t blame her, you had known her for all of two hours before the two of you had fucked each other.

“You and Arizona have been together for how long now?” Meredith asked.

“Almost three months, and I asked to take it slow,” you admitted. Meredith smiled at you as she leaned towards you a little. “Back up, pretty sure my girlfriend gets territorial.”

“I won’t hug you then, but I want you to know I’m proud of you. I didn’t know you had it in you to wait that long, especially with someone who you think is as hot as she is.” Meredith shot you one last smile before she left to do her morning rounds. You blushed a little, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“It’s gonna be fine. I know what I’m doing,” you reminded yourself.

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All day long you kept thinking about what would happen when you got off work. Arizona would drive you back to her apartment, the two of you would make dinner together, and then afterwards, you’d bring up sex. The two of you had been getting pretty close, and Arizona told you that whenever you were ready, so was she.

“Hey you,” Arizona said as she pressed a kiss to your cheek. It was the rare kind of day where your schedules weren’t aligning very well. You had to take your lunch early since you were about 15 minutes away from assisting Mark and Jackson with a surgery.

“Hi.” You smiled and turned your head so she could kiss your lips. “Can we talk about something?”

“Absolutely, what’s on your mind?” Arizona asked you.

“I really like you, like a lot. I’m not saying that I love you, but I’m also not saying that I don’t. I’ve at the very least got very strong feelings towards you,” you said a little awkwardly.

“Well, I have very strong feelings towards you too and I can’t wait for you to come over tonight.”

“Something about tonight just feels right, doesn’t it?” you asked Arizona.

“Right for what?” she asked you. It was genuine curiosity in her voice, and not just her fishing for confirmation on something.

“That’s for you to find out tonight.” You shot Arizona a wink as your pager went off. She sighed as she watched you run off to do your surgery, glad that Callie was trusting you to take over her part.

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The amount of anxiety you had felt leading up to the moment felt ridiculous after it had passed. Things had progressed very naturally, even when Arizona had stopped to make sure that you were certain. Being able to finally lose yourself in her had been amazing and you never wanted to leave her arms. The taste of her lingered on your tongue and you were fighting your own exhaustion to lay there and watch her lay peacefully next to you.

“It’s a losing battle,” Arizona muttered as she held you tighter. “I’ll be here in the morning. I wouldn’t leave you in my apartment alone like that.”

“We could call in tomorrow and stay in bed all day,” you suggested. Arizona pressed a kiss to your temple before looking down at you. “I don’t want to waste a second of tonight.”

“We’ve got more time together. Go to sleep, as long as we’re together, then it’s not wasted,” Arizona told you. You cuddled closer to her and relaxed enough to fall asleep. Arizona turned slightly to turn the light off before returning to her original position. “I love you Y/n.”

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antigoneblue · 3 years

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quick, non-poemmic updates!

i wasn’t going to do this, but then realised that it’s TRULY been a while, so maybe something like this isn’t totally out of order :’)

some of you might’ve noticed that my old sideblog, @redeyecyanide, no longer exists / is no longer accessible. i figured i’d explain that, so that nobody worries about me or worries that something bad might’ve happened that resulted in that.

i’m also kind of in a new era of my life, so i figured we’d talk that through, as well. i’m happy & content & in a good place - a better place to be in than i’d hoped at this point in time, and it’s something i am grateful for.

and i just want, you know, if anyone’s been reading my work and relating to the despair in some of those poems, or the grief, or the sadness, or any of that - it gets better. it’s getting better for me. it might not feel like it, but it will get better for you too. you just have to be more stubborn than the things that are getting you down - easier said than done, but doable. and so, so worth it.

stuff re: old blog down below!

so well, here’s the whole deal w/ redeyecyanide. while i did not grow up on the internet to the same extent some of my peers did, i was definitely extremely online from when i was around 15 onwards. i don’t regret any of it and i think for the most part i had relatively healthy boundaries going - with a few exceptions, which i can confidently say i have learnt from.

keeping that aside, as it usually happens when you are 15, and when you come back 7 years later, is that a lot of your beliefs change. i owned redeyecyanide and was active on there primarly when i was ... 18 / 19 / 20, but i was still in the process of learning & unlearning a lot of things. i often made statements that were... not accurate, with sweeping confidence, because i thought i was right. i sometimes generalised things in problematic ways, or made commentary based on my opinions which did not in any way represent how i felt about other people’s opinions. i was honestly very angry at the injustice present in the world, and learning to live with that anger and channel it into something more sustainable, productive, useful and healthy. that wasn’t the easiest thing and in some instances i feel i could’ve handled a lot of things in better and in more objective/calmer ways.

basically, i deleted that blog because it felt like a very “there’s a lot to unpack but let’s throw away the whole suitcase” kind of moment. my values are still the same, i’m still firmly anti bigotry, but i’m also 100% sex positive / anti swerf, provided there’s informed consent btwn people who can consent & all that good stuff - which is a value i always believed in but, at the time, i hadn’t done enough unlearning to be as sex positive as i wanted. kink-shaming doesn’t make sense to me anymore, esp not under the guise of “social justice”.

since we’re on tumblr, i unfortunately need to add that assuming people are p*dophiles at the drop of a hat, just because someone said so, definitely does not sit right with me. that’s a serious, serious allegation, and it’s important not to throw around allegations like that over... somebody shipping drarry, or whatever the new ship that everyone hates is. let’s not make callout posts for everyone under the sun, moon & solar system, please. save it for when it’s important.

i’m also 100% radically inclusive when it comes to lgbtq+ identities. i support any and all good faith identity & pronouns (and by good faith i mean, identities that are sincere/genuine and not made to poke fun at people or be degrading) and i honestly think most lgbt+ discourse is unnecessary because another person’s gender/sexuality is not your business - which is something i have always believed, but now i know that if i have to choose sides, i choose the people who are quietly existing, rather than the people who believe they shouldn’t exist or should exist elsewhere.

i identify as “queer”, i do not identify as “lgbt” or “lgbtq” or “lgbtqia” or any other acronym. no shade at people who prefer those, just doesn’t work for me anymore.

yeah, that’s about it. thanks for reading all the way, if you did :’) hope everyone’s doing well!

#not a poem #i was a little on the fence about posting this and i still sort of am #but hey.......... it's growth #i think that's important #now im logging out again. see y'all in another couple of months

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writethehousedown · 4 years

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And The Livin's Easy, Chapter Three (Multi) - Zyan

a/n: hello! welcome to chapter four of zyan tries her best to juggle all of the characters. i think we’re pretty much done as far as introductions go? so here’s where things start to get interesting. hope you enjoy! my sideblog is @chachkisalpaca - and frey is an angel for beta-ing.

“Is that a hickey?” Jan asks during their improvised breakfast.

It’s still early, so there aren’t many people at the beach just yet. The Sun is up and shining bright, and Gigi is so sleep deprived she forgot about the purple spot in the crook of her neck.

Gigi shakes off the tiredness and blinks repeatedly, her cheeks getting as red as a tomato when she notices all of her friends are staring at her. She decides that there’s no point in lying and sets down her plastic cup with steaming hot coffee Jackie somehow managed to prepare.

“I had sex with someone last night,” she simply says with a shrug. The screeches from her friends hurt her ears, but she had seen them coming.

“What? When did your hoe ass get a hook up?” Brita exclaims, “Did you download fucking Tinder again, sneaked out when we were all asleep, and came back?” Gigi laughs at Brita’s incredulous tone, though she’s nervous and her cheeks are still red.

“Ew, no, you know I don’t do dating apps. That’s how my ex happened,” Gigi says, matter-of-factly, “You see, Nicky was hoarding the tent with her inflatable mattress—”

“Hey! I did ask you if you wanted to sleep with me!” Nicky complains, folding her arms, though a laugh fights to escape her mouth.

“Yeah, and I told you my name’s not Jackie,” Gigi deadpans, and both Nicky and Jackie shut their mouths. She smiles cheekily and goes on. “Anyway, as I was saying; I left the tent, walked along the beach, found this girl all alone, talked a bit, and I guess it just happened.”

She purposely leaves out that the girl was no one other than Crystal, and they entered the sea, floating near the shore until, much like Gigi predicted it, she fell off the board and Crystal had to drag her back to the shore. The fabric of her tank top stuck to her skin, making her shiver like crazy, and Crystal tried to help her warm up, she really did — but one thing led to another, and before Gigi knew it, Crystal was sucking on her neck as her hands pinned her down.

The girls holler, not believing what they’re hearing. All of them say some sort of variation of there’s no way your game is that good, and Gigi just lets them talk as she sips on her coffee.

Her phone rings in her bag so she aims for it, juggling to unlock it. She bites back a smile when she sees the notification from Instagram.

@crystalandmeth has started following you.

Gigi wants to smack Crystal for having such a handle. No wonder she couldn’t find her when she searched her up after that night at the bar.

Scarlet vaguely scans the pool; it’s just opened and it’s still fairly early, but there are girls sunbathing, taking pictures, and some children playing by the edge of the tiny pool, splashing each other. She smiles at that. Sometimes she even likes the kids - when they’re not pushing each other into the big pool and Scarlet has to prevent a child from drowning, that is.

The hotel is medium sized, but since it’s the summer, there’s not a room that’s not booked. She knows. Her mothers have owned it for the last twenty years. She grew up running around the halls and with the noise of the tourists settling in their rooms, dragging their suitcases with big smiles plastered across their faces.

Though her mothers have insisted that she didn’t have to work at the hotel during the summer if she didn’t want to, Scarlet had decided to fill the position of lifeguard for the morning shift until they find someone else. It’s not as if she minds, anyway; she has nothing better to do, since all of her friends traveled outside the country for their vacations, leaving her stuck in the island. That’s the downside of being friends with stuck up rich kids, she supposes.

She tells a few kids to stop running, brings back a volleyball that ended up landing on the deep side of the pool, and that’s about it, for the most part. The morning shift is very laid back; the pool usually gets crowded during the afternoon, but that’s Adore and Courtney’s problem.

Lunch time rolls around before she notices it, and she closes the pool with a relieved sigh, immediately going to the cafeteria.

Scarlet picks a frozen burrito and asks one of the ladies working at the cafeteria if they can pretty please heat it up with the nice microwave they have in the kitchen. Belinda rolls her eyes with a playful smile and squeezes Scarlet’s cheek before complying with her wishes.

“Damn, I didn’t know we could ask to use the good microwave,” a voice pipes up from her side. Scarlet giggles and turns around to look at whoever said that.

She’s met with the sight of a gorgeous woman with pink wavy hair. Scarlet licks her lips before answering.

“Oh, no, that’s uh, that’s staff privilege.” She shrugs, and the woman clicks her tongue, visibly disappointed. Scarlet looks at her plate and cocks an amused brow when she sees the bland vegetarian sandwich. “I don’t think you’ll need the microwave now, though,” she points out, nudging at her plate, and the woman stifles a laugh.

“Ah, that, yeah. This is all my stomach can handle right now — one of my friends got a little too carried away doing the drinks last night,” she comments, shifting her weight from one foot to another. Scarlet chuckles, she knows the feeling.

“Hangover food? Been there. I’m a little bolder though, I prefer French fries with a lot of ketchup,” she replies, just when Belinda hands her back her burrito. Scarlet blows a kiss her way and turns her attention back to the woman, slightly biting her lip before speaking. “D’you wanna sit together? I mean, unless you’re waiting for your friends.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m not waiting for them, I’d be stuck here for hours if I was,” she dismisses it with a wave of her hand and laughs. Scarlet thinks she has a pretty laugh. “I’m Yvie.”

“I’m Scarlet,” she introduces herself with a shiny smile.

Crystal sighs as she juggles her phone, struggling to put it on speaker as she currently is trying to make a decent lunch — never mind the fact it’s four p.m. and she skipped breakfast to sleep in.

She finally manages to put it on speaker and Vanessa’s voice fills the room, her tone far too annoyed and one Crystal’s grown to know all too well.

“Can you believe it, Crys? She’s but a child, and the bitch is almost thirty! I’m disgusted,” Vanessa rants, and Crystal almost snaps her optic nerve with the way she rolls her eyes.

“Vanj, hold the fuck up. Plastique is twenty two, in case you didn’t know, and Brooke is still twenty seven; the gap isn’t that big,” Crystal says. “’Sides, you two broke up last year, it’s obvious that she has moved on. So why don’t you focus on your hot bodybuilder girlfriend before I steal her off you.” She smiles cheekily when Vanessa gasps offended on the other side of the line.

“Hey! Plastic, Plastique, or whatever her name is, looks like a fucking teenager. How was I supposed to know?” She defends herself; Crystal can almost see her folding her arms with a childish pout. “Kameron is doing some gigs in California, photographing for an ice skating tour or some shit. She’s busy, but I did invite her for the competition.”

“Ajá.” Crystal is more focused in her lunch, making sure to cut the pepper as thin as possible. She knows it would’ve been easier to just order takeout, buy a soda from the drugstore around the corner, and settle in the couch and watch some garbage TV, but sometimes she misses the taste of a home cooked meal.

Vanessa goes on, talking her ear off about Kameron and how happy she is with her. She rolls her eyes; for someone in a happy relationship she sure talks a lot about her ex.

“…But that’s enough ‘bout me. What happened with you last night? Jaida came back way before you, bitch, and you reeked of sex. Like, you could barely walk straight, and you weren’t that shit faced. Spill, Glass,” Vanessa changes the topic, and Crystal nearly cuts her finger with the knife.

Her cheeks heat up when she remembers what happened at the beach with Gigi. Crystal doesn’t know if telling her to take off her soaked clothes on a whim had been a good or a bad idea, but she doesn’t regret anything — even if she still has sand in her scalp.

She clears her throat before speaking, glad that Vanessa can’t see her awfully red cheeks.

“Well, uh, remember Smoothie Girl?” she begins, throwing the pepper in the cooking pot. Vanessa musters an affirmative response. Crystal breathes in deeply. “So, like, Jaida and I finish our thing, and she tells me we should stop sleeping around, and I got excited, thinking she wanted to go on a date or something like that. But no, she actually meant that in a literal way, and naturally, I had already embarrassed myself,” Crystal rants with a groan. Vanessa just listens, “So, she left and I just. Stared at the water I guess. Then Smoothie Girl appeared out of nowhere, shit happened, one thing led to another, and suddenly I was pinning her to the ground.”

There’s silence on Vanessa’s end for what seems like an eternity, and Crystal proceeds to cut the chicken in tiny cubes, trying to not let her nerves get the best of her. She expected Vanessa to screech so loud she’d end up deaf.

“So, what you’re tryin’ to tell me is that your cheesy ass got ditched, and instead of moping around for a week, you went and slept with someone else right after?” She inquires slowly, as if she’s talking to an infant. Crystal rolls her eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Bullshit, Glass,” Vanessa declares calmly, “There’s no way in hell. You’re bullshitting me. You’ve been chasing Jaida Eleanor Hall’s ass for two years now—”

“Hey! That’s not true. It’s been a year and a half,” Crystal defends herself.

“—a year and a half, and you didn’t feel the least bit heartbroken? Really?”

Crystal shrugs, but soon realizes that’s stupid; Vanessa can’t see her.

“Vanj, you act as if I was in love with Jaida, to begin with,” she points out, perching herself against the countertop for a moment. “The girl was hot, I won’t deny it, and the sex was great — but, like, I told you I didn’t think we’d ever be something serious. I don’t hold any grudges against her.” And it’s true. Crystal’s disappointment at the moment had been magnified by the fact she made a fool of herself by misunderstanding what Jaida meant, and the alcohol usually made her a more sensitive person, if that was even possible.

Vanessa stays silent for a moment yet again, until she hears a loud sigh and some rumbling. Crystal frowns as she throws the chicken to the cooking pot, turning up the flames.

“Alright, I believe you, Glass. Now tell me, you and Smoothie Girl…?” She leaves the sentence hanging, prompting Crystal to complete it.

She laughs shortly, before checking her phone and seeing a notification from Instagram. She grins cheekily, wondering if Gigi had waited so long to follow her on purpose.

Jaida takes a spoonful of ice cream, trying not to choke with laughter at Monique’s re-telling of the previous night. She’d been gone for a short while, though apparently that didn’t prevent shit from going down.

“You should’ve seen Vanessa’s face when Brooke left with Plastique, oh my God, it was priceless,” Monique tells her, as enthusiastic as ever. Her ice cream melts more and more with every second that passes, but she can’t bring herself to care. Except when Monét tries to steal some of it, apparently. “Girl, had I known the bitch was that bold, I wouldn’t have invited her. I’d like her to still be alive by the end of the week.”

“Hey now, it’s not her fault Vanessa isn’t over Brooke,” Monét cuts in, “Plastique hardly knew any of y’all. She may not even know Brooke is Vanessa’s ex.”

Jaida hums in agreement, her mouth still full of ice cream. The three of them are staying at the same hotel, and they’re lucky enough there’s a good ice cream shop around the corner, so they decided to take the day off and just hang out. Not that the hangover allowed them to do anything else in the first place.

“Also, Vanessa’s a grown woman; I don’t think she goes around pitching fights because her ex’s over her, she’s better than that,” Jaida adds, wiping the rests of ice cream off her face.

Monét and Monique agree with her, and the conversation drifts to various topics, though Jaida notices they’re making an effort not to bring Crystal up. She appreciates it, because right now that’s a can of worms she rather not open.

It’s not that she regrets being with her, it’s more like she hates herself for dragging their thing for so long, and by the way Crystal bit her tongue and nodded wordlessly when she told her she rather stop this, she can tell she hurt her — at least to some degree, because the rest of the night she’d acted as if nothing happened and everything was cool. Jaida doesn’t know if it was faked or not.

Monét and Monique start to argue about something, probably about how they’re not going to be easy on each other just because they’re girlfriends now; they go way too fast for her to catch up, especially since she’s still eating her frost mint ice cream and can’t be bothered about their relationship right now — she hears about it on the daily, anyway.

Jaida brings the spoon to her lips when she looks past Monique’s shoulder, looking at the entrance of shop, and she freezes for a moment. She blinks repeatedly, until she knows for real this is not her eyes deceiving her; the same woman as last night is seating near the entrance with someone else, chatting and laughing and looking even prettier in the daylight.

She squints, trying to remember her name; Jen, was it? She’s pretty sure she heard her friend say it, but she can’t remember that well.

Jaida pulls her gaze away when she realizes she’s staring, and tries to focus on whatever Monét and Monique are talking about. But soon she feels someone looking at her, and she steals a glance at the girl out of the corner of her eye; she finds that she’s staring back at her, but she quickly withdraws her gaze.

Jaida smiles against the spoon. She doesn’t question how is it possible she ran into her again, especially considering the island is big and the chances of seeing her again were slim. Perhaps it’s a coincidence.

“I’m telling you, ‘Nét, this bitch had an edgy phase!” Monique exclaims, tugging at Jaida’s arm, causing her to accidentally throw a good chunk of ice cream on her blouse. Monique stays still for a moment as Jaida fumbles with the tissue paper. “I’m sorry, girl,” she says, with her tone so high pitched and full of regret, Jaida finds it hard to get mad at her.

She sighs dramatically, leaving the tissues aside and standing up. “Don’t worry, sis, it’s no big deal. I can wash this, anyway.” She shrugs. “Though I’m expecting you to buy me a pina colada next time we hit the bar,” she teasingly says before leaving to the bathroom.

She can hear Monét’s laugh and the smack Monique gives her on the arm, pitching the blame for Jaida’s ruined blouse on her. Sometimes Jaida swears neither one of them knows the volume of their own voices.

She wets a tissue and gets the ice cream off her skin before it gets sticky. The bathroom is tinier than she expected, but at least there’s no one else.

Or so she thought.

“Sweet baby Jesus, Nicole, how did you manage to burn the eggs?” a voice speaks from one of the stalls, and Jaida jumps a little.

A woman comes out from one the three stalls, holding her phone in the crook of her neck as she washes her hands. Jaida stiffs a little when she notices it’s the girl from the beach. Jen (or Jan), apparently, remembers her too, because she stops for a moment when she sees her, biting her lower lip before speaking again.

“Nicks, just, don’t touch anything else from the kitchen. Jackie and I will come back in a moment — please don’t listen neither Gigi nor Brita, they’re as bad cooks as you, 'kay?” She hangs up and sighs loudly, drying her hands before putting the phone back in the pocket of her shorts.

“That’s quite an interesting daycare you got there,” Jaida comments lightheartedly, throwing the tissues to the trash. The woman chuckles, turning to see her.

“Keeping toddlers in their twenties alive is my passion,” she deadpans, playing with the hem of her shirt. Jaida laughs shortly. “I’ve heard they’re easier to take care of once they’re thirty,” she comments with a cheeky smile, making Jaida laugh again.

“I wouldn’t have my hopes up if I were you,” Jaida replies, checking herself in the mirror and making sure she’s wiped off all the ice cream

She sucks in a quick breath, looking back at the woman, who’s perched against the sink, texting someone.

“Hey,” she says, catching her attention. “This probably sounds crazy, but is there any chance you were at O'Ahu beach last night, looking for a ball, maybe?” Jaida wonders, and almost right away she sees Jen (or Jan) cheeks lit up.

“Oh, Jesus, I was hoping you wouldn’t remember me. That was so embarrassing. I’m sorry.” She covers her face with her hands and Jaida laughs softly, coming some steps closer.

“Girl, it’s fine, for real,” she assures her, and Jen (or Jan) slowly uncovers her face. The rosy tone in her cheeks makes her look cute. She bites her lower lip before continuing. “I did mean it when I said I can’t be mad at a pretty girl.”

Jen (or Jan) smiles sheepishly and laugh, tucking a strand of lose hair behind her ear.

“Well, I meant it too when I said you’re not so bad yourself. I didn’t mean to finger gun you, though.”

Jaida laughs, and for a moment she forgets she has to go back to Monét and Monique. They strike up a conversation, and Jaida learns that her name is Jan and not Jen, and that she blushes a deep shade of red whenever she compliments her in any way. Jaida thinks she’s the cutest girl she’s ever met.

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halycondaze · 4 years

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okay, i guess we’re just being h*rny on main tonight and frankly no one follows my sideblog lmao.

edelgard had to learn how to be a person - being treated as an object for most of her memory has kind of fucked her over in that regard. this applies to everything, not just sex, but the first time she even recognized her own sexual attraction is during her time in the academy. very specifically, she realizes she has a type in men, a type for women, and it is one of the many steps in the process of edelgard actualizing her bodily autonomy.

her sex drive can be high, actually. depending on a number of factors, from having a partner, to just being in the mood.

sex, however, is a process for edelgard. she doesn’t necessarily mean to “save” herself, but rather, she trusts so few people and is so highly afraid of a compromising position (like.... 90% of sex positions tend to be) that it does have to wait until she’s with a partner.

the closest edelgard has gotten to a “one night stand” was making out with either claude or dorothea during academy phase. they snuck out of the ball, and found a place under the stars to, erm, have some fun.

as for types, well, the two above might explain her type very well. edelgard, first and foremost, is drawn to people who challenge her, one way or another. dorothea by her different experiences, claude by his wit.

edelgard likes people with green eyes, what can i say?

she also likes people who are taller than her. which is pretty easy.

by her body type (and by her experiences underground,) edelgard is exceedingly petite, though less so in war time. she never really develops past an a-cup, maybe a b. However, her little breasts are perky, and her nipples are a rosy color. her hips aren’t that big, either. her ass is nice though. round and definitely squeezable.

edelgard is loud. and i mean loud. wake the neighbors and comes screaming, kind of loud. and she’s not one to fake either.

she also squeaks during sex.

for the first few times of having sex, edelgard needs to be on top. it ties into her trauma and fears, but being underneath someone, their hands reaching forward in the dark? nuh-uh, ain’t going to fly. she’d kick her partner out of bed and fight like hell to prevent ever being in that position.

that said, once someone actually starts having sex with her, it is very gentle, and very sweet. she’s talkative during sex, and the closest thing to “kinky” she gets is praising her partner and being praised.

an absolute service top. loves to please - and ends up enjoying giving head too. she’s very enthusiastic about it too.

an absolute service bottom as well. though she’s willing to switch it up.

okay, el has one kink. outdoors sex? yeah. fuck that girl in a flower field.

she might be into overstimulation. i haven’t decided on this one yet.

#ns/fw #im so sorry #☆ﾟ*・ﾟwith a lily for a stamp — ↳ edelgard headcanon.

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alternislatronemhq · 4 years

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Congrats, Beth, you have been accepted to AL for the role of Kingsley Shacklebolt (FC: Aldis Hodge). Beth!! Way to go in breaking the ice on picking up your second character! I know that you’ve been thinking and dreaming about Kingsley since the beginning, and the way that you’ve brought a familiar but mysterious character to life while keeping that mystery alive is incredible! There’s so much tension within Kingsley that even he isn’t really aware of in his need to please in following in his father’s footsteps, and I can’t wait to see how that comes into play as the war begins to heat up again. Fantastic job! Please send in your blog (no sideblogs for first characters, please) in the next 24 hours and be sure to take a look at our new player checklist. Welcome home (once again), we’re so excited to have you join the family!

OOC

name — Beth age — 24 pronouns — She/Her timezone — CST

IC Overview

name — Kingsley Shacklebolt

age — 34 (Birthday: March 2, 1952)

gender — Cis Male

sexuality — Asexual, Biromantic: Kingsley hasn’t put much focus in relationships, and it’s left him feeling a bit lonely. Straight out of school, he began training to be an auror and was shortly after inducted into the Order. Even after the war ended, Kingsley has focused his attention on work things, like making sure Voldemort isn’t coming back. Still, he can’t help feeling like it would be nice to have someone to come home to—someone he could kiss good morning, make dinner for, and fall asleep with at night. Kingsley isn’t sex-repulsed and will have it with a partner he feels highly committed to, but he doesn’t seek it out or find inherent pleasure in the act itself so much as the intimacy with someone he loves and trusts. He hasn’t technically shared a bed with anyone since Hogwarts when he was still figuring himself out, and Kingsely has only had one romantic relationship as a full-fledged adult. He misses having someone he can be romantically close to. He feels alone and wonders at this point if that will be his lot in life.

hogwarts house — Hufflepuff, and it would be difficult to find one more likely to work hard than Kingsley. He probably trusts too easily, but his years as an auror have taught him to rely less on that instinct. Despite his experience, he has a hard time believing that anyone is ever truly without good. People can be redeemed, and Kingsley is pretty sure the moment he stops thinking that is the moment he stops being a good auror.

blood status — Pureblood (Though his non-English mother doesn’t exactly have his family in high standing with the “truly” pure English elite.)

patronus — Lynx, both because it’s canon and because that aloof individualism + steadfast loyalty thing feels fitting for Kingsley.

boggart — In school, his boggart was his father scoffing and yelling at him for failing out of school and being a disappointment. It was counteracted by imagining his mother coming in and laughing that his father was reading too many puff news publications and that no such thing was true of her well-achieving little boy. As an adult, it became a Death Eater slowly moving toward him. If he gives it long enough, it eventually takes off the mask to reveal his own face. The only time he’s been faced one in front of other people, Kingsley quickly cast the spell, imagining the figure tripping over his own robes and dropping his wand before the mask could come off. The explanation was a conversation Kingsley didn’t want to have.

IC In Depth

personality traits —

Kingsley is an incredibly driven individual, although he may have been accused of being obsessive a time or too. That drive has always worked out for him since he’s so goal-oriented, and both his job and his, well, other job have benefited from his methodical approach. Occasionally Kingsley has been called naïve because he desperately wants to see the best in people; however, he sees no problem with being trusting and giving people the benefit of the doubt. He has a big heart and doesn’t try to hide that from the people he’s closest to, perhaps even making him a romantic. His whole life was grooming him for a position as an auror, so Kingsley does well under pressure. He comes off cool and collected. A person would be hard pressed to consider him callous for this lack of emotion, but The Prophet has made the claim in respond to Kingsley’s ability to keep his emotions hidden during stressful interviews. Still, that power to remain calm and not let his feelings get the best of him are part of what makes him good at his job.

character biography —

The Shacklebolts are a longstanding pureblood family, and while Kingsley has some halfblood cousins, his immediate family could still claim their Sacred 28 title if they wanted. His mother was born Esi Caron and attended Beauxbatons Academy before beginning her career as a seer. Her parents had immigrated from Libya to French when she was a small child, but Esi never fully felt comfortable there. It wasn’t difficult for her to give up those new roots when Cypress Shacklebolt entered her life while abroad on a Ministry mission. Although it was another three years before they married, Esi moved to the UK almost immediately.

The two were lovely together, even if they weren’t always the most cohesive. They loved each other and never had a harmful household, but when they didn’t agree, it was certainly a tense one for Kingsley and his siblings. Two headstrong parents meant that an argument could stew unsettled for the better part of a week. Still, his parents worked at their communication and always tried to create a loving environment for their kids.

As the oldest, Kingsley had a certain responsibility to look out for his younger siblings. Irma, Hendrick, and Rosetta had plenty of responsibilities too, but it was Kingsley who grew up constantly trying to meet Cypress’ expectations and always felt like he never truly got there. Cypress’ approval was hard won, and occasionally Kingsley wondered how his father would react if Kingsley hadn’t wanted to become an auror. It was family legacy at this point, but because of Kingsley, his siblings didn’t have the same expectations. The option was there if they wanted it, but it was Kingsley who had Cypress’ attention.

The weight of his father’s expectations wasn’t easy to live with, especially when Cypress was killed by a cursed object when Kingsley was sixteen. Kingsley was a fifth year studying for his O.W.L.S. Momentarily his indecision paralyzed him, but the thought that he’d never have his father’s full approval made Kingsley throw himself even harder into his studies. Maybe he couldn’t ever have his father’s praise, but he could follow the steps that would have made his father proud.

Kingsley came of age and joined in aurors right as long brewing tensions and whispers finally broke out into war. At first, he was convinced that the Ministry could handle it and that the aurors would be the front lines working toward stopping Lord Voldemort and his Death Eater followers. Instead he saw firsthand the Ministry’s corruption as higherups looked the other way or stalled searching on ‘important families.’ Kingsley grew more frustrated by the day as they barely reacted to something that had already spiraled beyond the Ministry’s control.

Alastor Moody saw this frustration. After some small testing of Kingsley’s loyalty and conviction, he invited Kingsley into the Order of the Phoenix. Despite its technically illegal nature, Kingsley never hesitated when faced with the opportunity to make lasting impact. Almost ten years of his life was devoted to that cause, but when the war ended, Kingsley couldn’t wrap it up quite like everyone else. Between the Ministry and the Order, he’s kept himself fairly busy in the time since then.

Kingsley has watched two of his siblings find happy partnerships and one have children. In his father’s absence, he hasn’t ever tried to be that figure, but he has certainly tried to help out his mother as much as possible, especially with Rosie. The gap between them is large enough that she literally has no memories of him before Hogwarts, so they’ve always been a little different than the other sibling relationships in their family. Every once in a while, Esi gently inquires about Kingsley’s love life, but she accepts his no with just a small nudging reminder that she wants to see him happy. Kingsley is happy. At least, that’s what he’s told himself.

With rumors of Voldemort returning and Death Eaters beginning to shift, Kingsley isn’t so sure he found the happiness and stability he was looking for. This has been his life for about fifteen years now. He’d hoped they were on the tail end of cleaning up that mess, but apparently that might not be the case. When he can see the rebuilding around him, Kingsley has a hard time accepting that everything could shift again in an instance, but he knows how easily it could happen. He’s hoping to be part of the force that can keep that shift from ever coming.

plot ideas —

The Order: Obviously certain members of the Order have never really stopped looking to cement that Voldemort doesn’t return. People like Alastor and Sirius are among Kingsley’s closest confidants. Surely they don’t always agree about how to move forward, though, especially right now when there are so many whispers about Voldemort’s potential return.

The old Order: Some members of the Order have “retired” so to speak in light of Voldemort’s disappearance. I’d love to see the tense interactions of people like Kingsley trying to convince them there’s still a threat—or on the flip side, Kingsley trying to mislead them against it for their own good.

Known Death Eaters: Plenty of Death Eaters escaped justice, some with fairly sizable evidence or gut instincts betraying them. Even if he wants to see the best in people, Kingsley won’t trust them.

Siblings: This is more character than plot, but it could be interesting to eventually see some of Kingsley’s siblings or in-laws in play. How do they react to their workaholic big brother? How do they feel on the matter of blood status? Family dynamics are always interesting, and the range for the Shacklebolts could be fun.

Potential romance: As I said above, Kingsley is asexual, but he’s still a romantic soul. In fact, he’s quite lonely and wouldn’t mind a relationship if he had more time to meet someone. It could be fun to play out a potential relationship forming, whether it works out or fails dramatically. I could also see fun potential for an ex where things didn’t go well (I mentioned above one particular one in his adult life, and that could be interesting to play with). Another connection off this idea is a well-meaning friend trying to set Kingsley up on dates that don’t really work out because his friend doesn’t really know much about his type (although to be fair, Kingsley isn’t always sure either).

Whistleblower: Eventually something is going to happen which cannot be denied any longer. While Kingsley wouldn’t probably be the person to go, “He’s back,” or, “The situation is worse than you’ve all feared,” I could see him potentially supporting the person who is, depending on how they go about it. Regardless of his beliefs, it would be interesting to see how everyone reacted and who the surprise denialists are.

extra —

Family tree: https://narcissaamaryllis.tumblr.com/private/621468809324380160/tumblr_3GKGHoSROIWvKhxY7

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/myrpboards/kingsley-shacklebolt/

#harry potter rp #hp rp #marauders rp #kingsley shacklebolt #al:accepted

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muselixer · 5 years

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ask meme - things my friends said ! ( volume three )

from July 2019 - September 2019 warnings: language, ns/fw themes, alcohol mentions, drug mentions change pronouns as needed! under the cut for your dashboard convenience

“Put that on reddit and I’ll grind you like cheese.” “THIS ISN’T THE M25.” “Safety first? Can’t relate.” “I am a mer-BITCH.” “Wonderful, my drunk ramblings are being used for education again. Where's my wallet?" “PUT THE HUNDREDTH PRESIDENT ON THE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL, ASSHOLE!” “Instead of carrying mase, I just carry a hairbrush.” “We're just really high on blanket smell.” “Only crackheads can hear normal voices.” “I WALKED INTO BOTH OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS.” “LOOK AT US. PLEASE, LOOK AT US. WE'RE YOUR PACK MULES.” “If you have a neck, you’re a hellspawn.” “I should probably do the dishes before my mother astral projects back home to yell me into the dirt.” “This is not HENTAI, I am NOT attracted to a snake.” “Don't mind me, I'm just having a gay stroke.” “I WILL NEVER STOP SAYING BITCH, FUCK YOU.” “Limes taste like an old, stale skittle.” “WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? THE GOLDEN CORRAL OF BITCHES?” “I DON'T CARE. I DON'T ASK PEOPLE FOR NUDES.” “WE CAN RE-EDUCATE THE CHILDREN.” “God, I can already feel myself drifting off. How does a horizontal position change the game so much?” “We HYDRATE in this bitch.” “I'm a drunk man with a phone.” “I'm your man for getting into small holes.” “Tony Hawk is just THAT powerful.” “I wanna be the fastest boy in the village.” “Well, I thought, if I think faster, I’ll go faster.” “Imagine nutting, and suddenly you’re a flame thrower.” “I feel like a Vienna sausage.” “I diagnose myself with bitch.” “God damn, I miss being twelve and not depressed.” “I don’t need drinks to be drunk.” “I fully gave birth out there.” “As long as I’m not detrimental to anyone, I WILL be an inconvenience.” “Hey guys, I’m back. And I’m ready to BITCH.” “I love being a weak bitch!” “Sorry, my brain is on fucking cucaracha.” “Fapping is just sex in single player mode.” “Is it possible to un-dab?” “Google how many nipples snakes have.” “Snakes don’t have nipples.” “Lil Punk is my new rap name.” “It’s legal for babies to pout.” “We’re the--” *gasp* “WE’RE THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE.” “I don’t wanna live in a world where a beat-up station wagon is an ‘epic’ moment.” “I am a shredded potato in this current moment.” “I might have a death wish but I would do literally anything else before I let some little bitch parasite threaten my life.” “Who hasn’t gotten a little tongue with their dog?” “LET’S CURBSTOMP THE GOVERNMENT!” “The smell of Axe body spray triggers my fight or flight response.” “Are you telling me I DON’T have a disease called homosexuality?” “My consciousness is but a parasite.” “It’s an egg that puts the fear of God in me, I’ll tell ya what.” “It’s a parking garage for prisoners!” “You don’t need contacts to see their boobs!” “Niccolo Machiavelli looks like a little bastard.” “Yeah, he seems like the kind of person to be like, ‘I’ll live another ten years,’ and then he didn’t.” “Nothing new happened, but the anxiety metaphorically bodyslammed me into a folding table.” “I’ve yelled at you way too many times for you to cry about it.” “Can you imagine two e-girls fighting?” “Hecko, I am a loser-o.” “I feel like Vincent van Gogh. I’ll be unappreciated until my death, and only then will I be loved and adored by millions.” “The good Lord has smote me with that sweet, sweet anxiety.” “You look like a fucking limo driver.” “Did you know I kin the lesbian pride flag?” “I’m gonna commit stage four cancer treatment.” “I didn’t know early 2000′s Alan Cumming was making a comeback.” “Swear, I’ll clap your asscheeks.” “I might be able to serve you in a rap battle, but I don’t know how to serve a table.” “My entire lower half is weeping.” “I guess when you turn 16 you gain a neck.” “Oh, you want a bigger dick? Have fun NEVER USING IT, EVER.” “You wouldn’t go out adventuring if you were a shithead.” “Be prepared to be spooked and clench your asshole.” “My mouth is good for French.” “I don’t even have a brain cell today.” “I’m gonna give you five seconds to say something else.” “I have had one ugly moment and I’m still in it.” “This rhombus has jaundice. The jaundice rhombus.” “There’s two places pineapple doesn’t belong! One: on a pizza! Two: in my ass!” “Yup, I’m a god amongst men.” “I’m a fucking shit.” “You want me to pour an egg straight into your mouth, you kinky fuck?” “How long ago was 2003?” “Being gay and homophobic is pretty woke.” “He doesn’t deserve cheesecake. I deserve the cheesecake.” “The pencils smell like pencils.” “I loosen the pants. Is that a charisma check or a strength check?” “Who is this Hawaiian mother fucker?” “Walking is hard.” “We at an anime convention, Jesus can’t help you!” “And you’re a sparky sparky boom boom boy, you deal with that.” “His butt would his the foot rest.” “I CAN’T BE AWAY FROM YOU CRACKHEADS FOR FIVE MINUTES.” “I forget you have family.” “It’s the brain cell of the week.” “Men must have created speed bumps.” “Ew, ew, my clothing.” “Oh, I’m already getting a game over? That’s fucking hot.” “At this point it’s not even about straying further from God.” “How am I supposed to go to a job interview after this? All I can think about is sexy Colonel Sanders.” “That’s some long meat.” “Zeus was horny on main.” “Don’t be horny on main. Be horny on sideblog. Have you SEEN Hades elsewhere? MY GOD.” “There’s men with computers in their heads and we don’t know if they’re going to try and steal our condensed milk.” “If you’re gonna be a slut, you should at least be proud of it.” “I will dress nice for you, but I will NOT cosplay in a cheesecake factory.” “When your child overthrows you, they take the skeleton with them.” “HE’S A FUCKING CHICKEN WIZARD. DILF CHICKEN WIZARD.” “What would I know? I’m not a capitalist.” “I MIGHT KEYSMASH A WHOLE LOT, BUT I CAN DRIVE, WHICH MEANS I’M NOT A BOTTOM.” “We salted our cardboard pizza slices like cavemen.”

#not a musing #ask meme #rp ask meme

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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A Captivating Scene

Kinktober Day 23: Mixophilia (sexual arousal from oneself or one’s partner engaged in sexual activity, typically through a mirror or on film)

Pairing: Colin Shea x fem!reader

Words: ~800

Summary: Colin convinces you to watch your sex tape.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, filmed sex), no plot, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Just a little quick and dirty one for our favorite slutty neighbor 😉

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!

“C’mon baby, I bet we look fucking hot.”

“Of course we look hot, unlike you I don’t need a fucking reminder.” You moaned when Colin started sucking on your neck, letting him press you further into the couch as his hands roamed over your body.

“But why’d we make the tape if we’re not gonna watch it?” He nipped at your ear before bringing his face to yours, pouting slightly and giving you his puppy eyes until you laughed softly.

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” You growled playfully when he shook his head then let you bite at his lips, swallowing his heady sigh while he rolled his body into yours. “Fine, put it on.”

He gave you a pleased grin before grabbing the remote and turning the tv on, setting up screen share with his phone before pulling up the video you two had made a few weeks ago. You rolled your eyes when it came up on the screen, opting to watch Colin instead as he sat up over you and ran his tongue over his lips.

“Jesus, just look at you.” He purred when he curled over you again, keeping his eyes on the screen as he licked at your throat. “That tight little pussy always swallows me up so good.”

“God, I still can’t believe that’s the position you wanted to go with.” You turned your head and watched the screen as he started peppering kisses over your chest, biting your lip at the sight of you spread wide over Colin’s lap as he drove his cock into you with deep, smooth thrusts. “We do look good, though.”

“Yeah we do.” He teased his fingers under your shorts as he nuzzled at your throat, smiling when you gave him a small whine. “Need to feel you.”

“Do it.” You pushed your hips up so he could slide your shorts off, moving your own hands to push his sweats down his thighs until you felt his leaking cock smack against your hip. “Split me open, Col, I need it.”

Colin pressed his lips to your collarbone as he slid inside you, humming when he felt your throat vibrate under his lips as you whined when he buried himself to the hilt in your wet heat. You wound your fingers in his hair as he started rocking his hips into you slowly, his head tucked under your chin as he kept facing the screen.

The rhythm of his hips matched the way you two were fucking on the screen, your soft sounds mixing with the ones on the video perfectly as he started thrusting faster. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you close as he could, groaning when you started clenching around him each time his hips met yours.

“That’s fucking it, could watch you take me all fucking day.” He growled when the you on the screen let out a desperate wail, her body shivering with bliss as she came all over Colin’s thick cock. “Give it to me, c’mon.”

You couldn’t deny that there was something heady about watching Colin fuck you while he was fucking you, your eyes glued to the screen as the woman there moaned with ecstasy, her body writhing as Colin’s hands dug into her tits while he mouthed at the curve of her neck. It was intense, your body so turned on just from watching yourself that it took almost nothing for Colin to pull it out of you. He purred into your neck when you fluttered around him with a soft whine, your cunt leaking slick all over him as he fucked you through it.

“Colin.” You were choking on your own pleasure as he started slamming into you, your fingers digging into his shoulders while he nipped at your throat. “Please, I need it.”

“I know, baby.” He shoved a hand between the two of you to tease your clit, his breath fanning warmth over your neck as he panted against your skin. “Just give me one more.”

Your body bowed off the couch when you came again, your pleasure matched by the screams coming from the you on the screen. Colin pressed his lips to yours and swallowed your cries with a deep groan as his hips started to falter, his thick cum spurting against your swollen walls as he sank into you.

“God, Colin.” You laughed lightly when he started pressing kisses all over your face, wrapping your body around his and sighing as you came down. “We should film ourselves more often. What do you think about some 69-ing?”

#natalie writes #colin shea #kinktober 2021 #colin shea smut #colin shea x y/n #colin shea x you #colin shea x fem!reader #colin shea x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #natalie’s nasty kinktober #smut #eighteen and over #eighteen plus #do not interact if you are a minor

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eldritchsurveys · 6 years

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o67.

Have you ever talked to someone online, but when you saw each other in person, it was just super awkward? Have you ever made a really good friend online? >> Nah to the first question. But yes, at this point all my friends are people I’ve met online.

Do you enter sweepstakes or scratch lottery tickets or anything like that? What’s the best thing you’ve ever won? >> I’ve done scratch tickets, but usually because someone bought them for a group or something (like Hallie’s mom buying them for all of us way back when, or Sparrow’s mom doing the same thing at holiday dinners).

Right now, would you be upset if you got pregnant, or would you not mind? Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? >> I would definitely be upset if I was pregnant, because first of all, how did I even get that way... and second of all, I have zero desire to ever carry a child and I also have zero desire to have multiple abortions done, so... yeah. I have had a pregnancy scare, and it was founded, so.

Have you ever let someone be your everything? >> I don’t know, really. I don’t think I’ve ever thought of anyone by that exact terminology. It’s just not my attachment style, but it doesn’t mean I don’t still love people in my own way.

Do you have any weird inside jokes? >> All my best weird inside jokes are with Hallie, lmao. We’re just good at it. ;p

Could you go the rest of your life without a cigarette? >> Yeah.

Is there anybody you’re really disappointed in right now? >> Nope.

Do you have alcohol in your house? >> Yeah, there’s a wine in the fridge and I have a Backwoods Bastard and some Malört on my desk and we still have about half a bottle of Svedka mango-pineapple vodka left. Oh, and I still have a screwdriver in the fridge because I made it and then didn’t actually want it, lmao, so I just shoved it in there.

Have you ever wanted something you couldn’t have? >> Sure, a lot of things (mostly because I couldn’t afford them).

Are you a morning or night person? >> I don’t think my personhood is adequately described like that.

What is your favorite color? >> Gold.

It’s 4 in the morning, your phone rings, who is it? >> A wrong number, I’d presume.

Have you ever had a really big fight with a best friend? >> ---

Has someone ever called you at midnight on your birthday? >> I don’t think so, but I’ve probably gotten midnight texts.

Are any of your friends virgins? >> Not that I’m aware of.

Do you prefer relationships or friends with benefits? >> I mean, either is fine in general, but what I have right now are relationships and I’m happy enough with those.

Has anyone got on your nerves today? >> Nope. Just that one neighbour who keeps playing their music with the bass cranked up to 11 so that I can feel it vibrating through the building and my SKULL. It’s so distracting and overwhelming.

Has anyone told you they would never leave, and left? >> Probably, but I don’t hold that against anyone.

Do you have a member of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? >> I don’t think I could possibly tell anyone everything, like, I know I take this question too literally but I can’t really imagine how else I’m supposed to take it.

Did you kiss or hug anyone in the last 48 hours? >> Can Calah, and Hallie through text.

Are you usually early or late? >> I mean, to what...?

What’s annoying you? >> Nothing.

How is your boyfriend/girlfriend doing and where are they now? >> Hallie is hopefully doing okay, he’s offline right now I think, doing some self-care I hope. <3 Sparrow is all right and she’s in bed. Can Calah is as he always is, being my copilot.

Do you have anything to pay off? >> No.

What are you wearing right now? >> Green and white harem pants and a grey Rush shirt.

Do you know anyone that wants you dead? >> I don’t think so.

Do you believe that regrets are lessons learned? >> I personally prefer to take that philosophy in general, but I understand it doesn’t necessarily apply to everyone. I also don’t usually regret things -- I can’t even think of anything I really regret right now -- so it’s probably easier in my case.

Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them? >> Sparrow, in person, before she went to bed.

First color name you can think of that isn’t in the rainbow. >> Grey.

What timekeeping devices are in the room you are currently in? >> Normandy, my laptop; Senketsu, my phone; and a PSP Vita.

What gaming consoles do you or your family own? >> We have an Xbox 360, a PS4, a PS2, and the aforementioned PSP Vita.

What’s the best job you’ve ever had? >> Selling merch for local bands.

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? >> Working in a family restaurant as a teenager.

What email service do you use? >> Gmail.

Is there anything hanging on the walls of the room you are currently in? >> Yeah, an Odin print and a poster from the Rebirth Brass Band show I went to last month.

Earliest moment in your life you can remember? >> Sitting on the kitchen floor at a dog breeder’s house.

What did you have for dinner yesterday? >> Was last night when we had the Burger King...? I think so. Time is fake, leave me alone.

How often do you brush your teeth? >> Once a day.

What’s your favorite candy/chocolate? >> Dark chocolate with sea salt and chili peppers (pop rocks optional).

Have you had other blogs on Tumblr? Do you have any other blogs currently? >> Yeah, my main blog is foundcarcosa and I have a few other sideblogs, and my RP blogs that I keep neglecting.

If you were suddenly really hungry, what would you choose to eat? >> Right now? Whatever I could grab, I guess...

What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of? >> Oh man.... so many, tbh.

What kind of position are you in at the moment? >> A seated one.

Do you wear much jewelry? >> Not much, because I can’t afford the kind I’d like to wear (I like costume jewellery but it’s fragile and makes my skin wig out sometimes, so I prefer not to wear it no matter how cool it looks).

Furthest away from home you have ever been? >> The farthest distance I’ve travelled in general is probably to/from NYC/Colorado.

How many times have you moved houses? >> Enough times that counting is just not something I feel like doing right now.

Who was the last person you had a conversation with on the phone? >> Some woman from a place around here. I was really hoping there wouldn’t have to be a phone call, I just wanted one little piece of information, but urgh.

Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? >> ---

Has anyone said they love you in the last week? >> Yes, all my SOs. ~

Who was the last person to comfort you as you cried? >> Can Calah.

Do your computer speakers work? >> Yeah.

Which friend are you most similar to? >> ---

Your ex calls wanting to hang out. What do you say? >> What ex? The only ex I’m even still friends with is Anubis, and I think he has my number but I don’t see why he’d be calling me -- like, we don’t even live in the same state anymore.

Would you get back with your last ex if they asked you? >> That’s... Phoenix, I guess? And no, forget it. He had his chances.

Have you kissed anyone whose name starts with a M? >> I seem to remember a Matthew. Long, long time ago.

Would you kiss the last person who texted you, on the lips? >> The last person that texted me was Sparrow, so sure.

Camping with a ton of friends or hotel with a few friends? >> Either is fine.

Have you ever kissed anyone who’s name starts with P, J, R, M, C, or D? >> Yes to all.

Is there someone you wouldn’t mind kissing right now? >> Sure.

Do you think your ex will ever want to be with you again? >> There was only one ex who even still mattered enough for this question, and he’s not an ex anymore now, so!!!

Where would you rather live: England or Australia? >> England, I guess.

What’s your relationship with the last person you texted? >> Sparrow is my fiancée.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? >> I don’t remember, probably something hygiene-related.

Do you fall for people easily? >> I don’t think so, no.

Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to? >> I mean, I guess in a passing sense, maybe sometimes? Like if they come up in a survey or something I’m obviously going to think about them in passing.

Have you ever kissed someone who was drunk? >> Sure.

The nearest window to you now - what color curtains are on them? >> No curtains, just some busted-up blinds. :|

The shade of the color of your eyes can be described as: >> Dark brown.

When was the last time you drank alcohol? >> Earlier today, I had a beer at the Wayland house.

At what age did you stop believing in Santa? >> I never did.

Do you own a wok? >> No.

Is there a particular type of music you really don’t like? >> I’m not crazy about bluegrass, but I keep an open mind.

Do you like going to weddings? >> I don’t know, I’ve never been to an actual one.

What do you have on your toast? >> I haven’t had toast in ages, but I usually put ghee and cinnamon on it. Sometimes jelly, too.

Who was the last person you know who became pregnant? >> *shrug*

Beach, city, or mountains? >> Yes.

Do you have a stapler at your house? >> No.

Would you rather read a book or listen to an audiobook? >> Read, I can’t focus on audiobooks at all.

Which is larger - your book or dvd collection? >> I don’t have a DVD collection, I literally own ONE DVD, so books win by default.

What is the last spontaneous thing you did? >> I don’t remember.

You get a call at 2:00 a.m. - your first thought is: >> My first thought is supreme annoyance.

What is your middle name? >> Frey.

What are you passionate about? >> Storytelling, my special interests, music.

Do you have any fears? >> Yeah, I developed a kind of delusion-based thanatophobia that I guess I deserve considering all the tripping I’ve done, but I really wish I didn’t have it. I was so much better off without it.

Where are you from? >> I don’t know, space?

What’s your sign? >> Gemini Sun.

Future names of your children: >> ---

What are you listening to right now? >> Nothing.

Do you believe in fate/destiny? >> I suppose I do, but I also try not to put all my eggs in that basket because adhering too strongly to one belief regarding existential matters tends to tip me into delusion more than anything else.

What are your career goals? >> ---

Something you are working on right now: >> Being a ‘good’ (helpful, kind) SO, managing the anxiety from the thanatophobia stuff, watching all my shows on Netflix lol.

Have you ever had a near-death experience? >> Yeah.

Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done early? >> I tend to procrastinate, but sometimes my executive function pulls through.

TV shows and anime you watch regularly. >> Grey’s Anatomy, Preacher, Vikings, some other stuff more intermittently.

Halloween costume idea for this year? >> ---

Your best friend’s name? >> ---

Do you prefer liquid, mousse, or powder foundation? Why? >> I don’t wear it.

How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? >> Nothing. She doesn’t know me, period.

Do you enjoy watching cooking shows? >> Sure.

Do you worry about gaining weight? >> No.

Have you ever used fake tan? >> No.

Do you ever look at someone cute, and automatically make a move? >> No.

How many times have you been to Walmart in the past week? >> None.

Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement? >> Apartment.

Are you kind of a loner? Do you like being alone? >> I don’t think I’m a loner, per se. I like being around people and I like to socialise. I just have low social energy in comparison to other people, so I need more recharges.

Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouses’ names? >> I don’t know.

Does your father have any creepy or scary friends you don’t like? >> No.

What color are the walls in the room you’re in right now? >> Off-white.

Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of? >> I mean, I’m 31 years old, I probably do a lot of things my parent disapproves of by now.

Do you have any siblings who still believe in Santa, and are over age ten? >> No.

What color were the last pair of headphones/earphones you bought? >> Navy blue.

Are you attracted to the last person that you fell in love with? >> Yes.

Something you really want right now? >> This survey to be over, ngl, I want to go do something else now lol.

If you could seek revenge on someone, would you? >> No.

How long have you liked the person you like? >> I don’t feel like doing time-math right now, forgive me. It’s late and I drank my sleepytime tea already, lol.

Does any part of your body hurt right now? >> No.

Can you recall the last time you liked someone? >> Yes? Now?

Are you happy with the way things are going? >> More or less.

Would you ever get a tattoo? >> Sure.

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? >> Relationships, yes.

Who was the last person you talked to in person? >> Sparrow.

What plans do you have for tomorrow? >> Nothing unusual, just... same stuff I do every day, I imagine.

Has a friendship ended recently that you wish had not? >> No.

What happened at 9:00 a.m. today? >> I think I was still in bed.

Where are your biological parents? >> My father’s in Elizabeth, New Jersey, and who the fuck knows where my mother is.

Do you have any summer plans yet? >> It is summer. No special summer-related plans.

Do you tend to waste a lot of money? >> I don’t think so, but maybe someone else would think so.

What did you last drink? >> Sleepytime tea.

Do you have trust issues? >> I don’t think so.

Do you think this year will be better than the last? >> It’s been good so far.

What are you doing? >> This.

Are you a jealous person? >> No.

Do you think age matters in relationships? >> Sure, in some cases.

Who is the last person you rode in a car with? >> Sparrow.

Did you sing at all today? >> Nope.

Where will you be 2 hours from now? >> In bed, hopefully asleep.

Are your lips chapped at the moment? >> A little dry, is all.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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getbolder · 3 years

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Okay but like. It’s a very bizarre feeling to be 30 and just now getting a sex drive??

I still haven’t figured out what shook loose in my brain to make this happen. I first noticed it when I started the vyv, and it was kind of scary? I went from being very “take it or leave it” to completely unable to focus on anything else for the entire work day. It was sudden, and it was all consuming. Like immediately getting off the second I got home from work kind of all consuming. Multiple times a day kind of all consuming. Actual fucking hand cramps all consuming. And because I have never been particularly interested in sex, I have only been awkward talking about it. It still feels very taboo and like. Inappropriate? Even with my irl friends, which is why this sideblog exists. Because anyone I know irl knowing I think about sex is unacceptable to me? Idk, I’m very sex positive for other people, but I just never thought it applied to me. And now I have to shift that thought process.

So now I’m a ~~30 year old lady~~ trying to figure out what I like? But on my own because we’re in a panini and I still don’t know how to socialize like an actual person. So I guess that’s what this is. Me trying to figure it out. I gotta keep this neat and organized, and completely unrelated to my actual blog because, as I said. Anyone knowing this is horrifying to me.

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Penetration Isn’t Everything (Biadore) - Lemonade

AN: Here’s some plot-less smut because I’m trying to get better at writing it. Also a reminder I have a sideblog @aqlemonade if you have any comments or critiques.

There was no urgency, no rush as Roy peppered kisses to Danny’s bare chest. He took his time letting his senses take in the softness of Danny’s skin, he reveled in the feeling of Danny’s hand gripping the back of his head as the other one tenderly ran through his hair, he soaked up the almost inaudible gasps and moans spilling from plump lips he’d get back to working on later. Danny smirked down at Roy, watching him lavish his body with slow worship and gentle attention. Roy was straddling Danny, his hands caressing Dan’s sides and exploring a taut stomach. They hadn’t made it off the couch since they came home from a date and their movie night turned into a passionate make-out session.

Roy was truly in no rush. He wanted to make love to Danny, to spend hours kissing and feeling and worshiping his body. He wanted every freckle and every scar on his lover burned into his memory even though he could map them out perfectly already. His lips glided up from chest to clavicle, he noted Danny shifting slightly underneath him, a mewl of approval slipping through Danny’s lips. Roy kissed and nipped at the bone, Danny closed his eyes, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

From clavicle to neck, Roy’s lips trailed kisses right up to Danny’s pulse point, kissing and licking at the sensitive spot. It was the first full blown moan from Danny he was blessed with tonight, though certainly no where near the last. Danny’s hands moved to the back of Roy’s own neck, holding him with purpose as he saw static behind closed eyes at the sensation of full lips lavishing his neck. Danny tilted slightly to give Roy better access to more skin waiting to be adored. His response came in a moan and lift of his hips against Roy’s as Roy followed his silent command.

Roy left Danny’s neck thoroughly loved without giving him any gift of a purple bruise. He didn’t need to mark Danny up to know he was his. Teeth tugged at Danny’s earlobe, another barely audible sound of approval escaping his lips. This is why Roy wanted to go slow, he wanted to hear every sound and feel every reaction that would usually be drowned out by his own need for pleasure and release. His tongue licked the shell of Danny’s ear, one of the younger’s hidden weaknesses that made him shutter without fail every time. Roy kissed right behind his earlobe, hearing a giggle instead of a gasp which left him confused.

“What?” Roy questioned, a laugh of his own danced in his tone but didn’t fully sprout.

“I love you.” Danny answered lightly, a dreamy look and relaxed smile on his face. “I really love you.” He said again, half in his own astonishment of how much he truly, wholeheartedly loved Roy, and half in trying to drive the point home that he fucking loved him with his entire heart, soul, and being. A warm sensation spread through Roy’s body, a rush of goosebumps flaring up on tan skin at Danny’s words.

A careful hand came up to cup Danny’s cheek.

“I love you. I really love you.” Roy returned Danny’s words right back to him, hoping to convey that the heart filling and soul lifting love Danny felt for him was mutual. Danny smiled, leaned up, and caught Roy’s lips with his own. He pushed as much passionate tenderness into that kiss as he possibly could, knowing there wasn’t a word in the English language that would portray the overwhelming love he felt for this man.

Danny’s hands followed the curve of Roy’s lower back, slowly and softly tracing nails up his spine, causing Roy to gasp into his mouth. Danny let out an amused, and slightly victorious chuckle at the noise. Roy, in return, brushed soft fingers against hardened nipples, earning the same gasp from Danny. Roy began to rock his hips against Danny’s at just the right angle, and with just the right amount of force to cause Danny’s breathing to become increasingly labored, but not push him into overdrive.

Danny whined against Roy’s lips when he remembered, “I’m not-“ a moan breaking mid sentence as Roy’s cock ground perfectly against his own stopped his words. Danny swallowed in an attempt to compose himself. “I’m not prepared, Roy.” He warned. “I didn’t think anything was happening tonight.” Danny admitted, disappointment laced in his tone. Roy stopped his lips from the path they were creating across Danny’s shoulder, the expression on his face still one of want and confidence despite Danny’s words.

“Did you hear me?” We can’t-“

“I heard you.” Roy answered with an air to his voice like what Danny said hadn’t mattered at all. Roy slipped his hands under Danny’s thighs. “Hold on to me.” He instructed before lifting Danny up and moving both of them off of the couch.

“Penetration isn’t everything.” Roy commented as he carried Danny to their bedroom.

—

He was gentle in placing Danny down on their bed. Danny spread out, wiggling his body against a set of sheets they had just bought the day before. “I’m glad we got the silk sheets.” Danny thought out loud, looking over to Roy who was rummaging through their sex draw.

“Too bad we’re gonna ruin them tonight.” Roy smirked.

Green eyes widened in excitement as new toys were pulled from the drawer. A pink vibrator, massage oil, and bottle of something that looked like lube, but wasn’t their usual go to. Danny brought his bottom lip between his teeth as Roy approached with the new goodies. The vibe and lube were placed on the edge of the bed as he crawled over Danny with the massage oil, straddling him again.

“This aroma soothes the skin and lifts your spirits for full body rejuvenation and relaxation.” Roy read the label out loud to Danny, mostly to take the piss out of it. “Sounds good.” Danny hummed, eyes already closed in anticipation of roaming hands on his body.

Two oiled up hands ran up Danny’s chest, causing a moan so loud it shocked the both of them. Pink tinted Danny’s cheeks, he hadn’t known what came over him, just that he wanted Roy so fucking bad and the simplest of touches felt like a peek at heaven. He was excited to sleep with his gorgeous boyfriend, sue him. Roy just gave a smile that eased Danny’s embarrassment and went back to work. He leaned down to kiss him, tongue wasting no time teasing the barrier and diving straight into Danny’s mouth, the intensity making Danny whimper.

“So damn beautiful.” Roy mumbled against Danny’s lips, his hands wandering up and down Danny’s sides, whose hips elevated in search of his in return. Roy let out a huff of amusement, “Relax.” He said. His hands moved over the skin of Danny’s stomach, body squirming and stretching into the touch of Roy’s fingertips.

His hands roamed south, smoothing over the delicate skin of Danny’s inner thighs before gently squeezing soft flesh. Roy used all of his will power to rip himself away from Danny’s lips to sit up. He re-oiled his hands and let them fall to Danny’s shoulders, who hummed as attentive hands soothed sore muscles tangled in stress.

“Mmm, that feels good.” Danny mused, eyes closed and all of his senses captivated by his lovers hands working calming oil into his skin. Roy felt accomplished seeing as Danny was enjoying the new items he picked out for them. “Yeah? You liked this?” A lazy smile was shot Roy’s way as Danny nodded. “What about that?” Danny pointed curiously at the red bottle he supposed was lube. A mischievous glint formed in Roy’s eyes before he reached for the plastic bottle. A generous amount of the contents was spilled onto Roy’s hand and without warning wrapped around Danny’s dick with a firm grip. Roy began pumping slowly. Danny arched his pelvis up into his touch, his lips slightly parted as he panted, hooded eyes looking up at his boyfriend’s face. “Handipop edible handjob massage gel,” Roy read out loud to Danny like he did last time while Danny moaned beneath him. “Strawberry flavor.” He added, smirking at the noises emitting from Danny before throwing the bottle behind him.

Roy continued his ministrations, continuously increasing the pace of his hand at consistent intervals. Danny was a sight to see in this moment, beautiful body glistening with sweat, small chest heaving while porcelain white teeth bit roughly into a tempting bottom lip while his cheeks flushed red. Tattooed fingers gripped new sheets, and Roy couldn’t help but be pleased with himself. He quickly re-positioned his body from straddling Danny to kneeling between his legs. He squirted another generous amount of the gel into his hand. Slathering Danny’s dick with it again, he gave him a few torturously slow pumps before taking the full length of his dick into his mouth. Roy let his tongue run up the underside of Danny’s cock, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked. Danny’s hands found their way to Roy’s hair, gently tugging and guiding him up and down his shaft. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Each swear increasing in volume, making Roy chuckle around Danny’s dick, which he felt, causing him to groan even louder.

Roy let go of Danny’s dick with a pop and was met with sounds of protest and disapproval. “I was so close!” He complained. “I know, that’s why I stopped. I’m not done with you yet.” The blown out pupils of Roy’s eyes told Danny to shut up and get excited for what was coming next. Roy reached for the vibrator which had completely slipped Danny’s mind was even there. “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, not sure if he could handle the intense pleasure he knew would come from it. Roy straddled him again, leaning down to press their foreheads together. “Ready?” He waited for Danny’s consent when introducing the new toy. Nails dug into Roy’s toned shoulders. “Yes. Fuck yes, please.” He decided he was ready and eager, to say the least. Roy switched the toy on, “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Caring concern surrounded his words. “Okay.” Danny whispered, their lips brushing against each other while they spoke. Roy pressed their dicks together before bringing the buzzing object to graze over the heads of their cocks. Both men moaned loudly in unison, the vibrator on it’s highest setting on the most sensitive part of their bodies. Roy was caught between the fire pooling in his stomach and the sharp pain Danny was causing by shredding up his shoulders. “Fuck, Dan.” Roy gritted out as his thighs started to quiver. Danny was gone, incoherent and dangerously close to his breaking point. Roy kissed his neck, letting teeth scrape sensitive flesh. Danny writhed beneath him, rocking and driving his hips up erratically against the vibrator chasing his own orgasm. “Babe I’m-“ He squeaked, unable to finish his sentence as it seemed Roy already knew what he was going to say, and was already shifting his position to push Danny to his release. Roy let Danny get all of the attention from the vibrator, running it over his head and length. Danny came without words, his body seizing up then shaking with overwhelming ecstasy as his face contorted into the most stunning expressions while the most delicious sounds tumbled from his full and swollen lips before he finally relaxed into the bed, the two of them covered in him. Roy watched Danny’s orgasm in awe from start to finish, he’d never get tired of that (or be less amazed by it) no matter how many times he caused Danny to fall over the edge.

Roy switched the toy off and laid next to Danny, pulling him into his arms. Gentle fingers brushed jet black hair off of a sweat sticky forehead. “You okay?” His voice was quiet, keeping the moment feeling intimate and special between the two of them. A dumb grin formed on Danny’s features as he just nodded. Love overflowing Roy’s heart for the adorable as fuck human in his arms.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Fuck yeah.” The pure excitement in Danny’s voice made Roy cackle. “What about you?” Danny scrunched his nose up. “You didn’t get to cum.” Roy shook his head. “Don’t worry about me, you can suck me off in the morning.”

“Oh that’s not fair.” Danny felt around for the cylinder container behind him, and before Roy could even register what he was doing Danny was on top of him. “This won’t take long.” Danny said confidently, causing a red blush to spread across Roy’s cheeks. With a glob of strawberry flavored lube in his hand, Danny began stroking his boyfriend. Brown eyes fluttered shut as his cock was worked with an expert rhythm. Roy brought his hands up to rest on Danny’s thighs, fingers pressing into milky white skin. “Fuck, Danny I’m close.” That was the younger’s cue.

He took his hand off of Roy, leaning down against him and pressing their bodies together. Danny ground his hips down quickly, and firmly against Roy’s, their dicks rubbing against each other. The angle had to be just right and Danny had to be moving just so to get Roy the most out of this. Judging by his grabbing hands and shortness of breath Danny was doing just fine. Roy wrapped his legs around Danny’s waist, thrusting his hips up in desperate need of more of him. Danny felt drunk on Roy’s wantonness, he loved being in control and knowing he was the sole object of Roy’s want and desire. “Cum for me.” Danny commanded, breath purposefully tickling Roy’s ear. “Cum for me.” He said again, sterner, before his lips moved to suck on Roy’s neck. Roy squeezed Danny’s ass, begging him to increase the pace which Danny gladly complied to.

Roy couldn’t hold himself together any longer, his mouth dropping open and back arching off of the bed, pushing him impossibly closer to Danny’s body. Roy’s nails sank into the skin of Danny’s ass and he might complain if it didn’t feel so fucking good, if it wasn’t so satisfying to watch Roy cum because of him. Their stomachs now perfectly coated in an even amount of the both of them. Danny rolled off of Roy, and was the one who got to pull him into his arms this time. “You okay?” Danny asked, fingers tracing stubble on a perfectly chiseled jawline. Roy nodded, a look of serenity washing over his face.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Fuck yeah.” Roy answered, and Danny laughed at that. His heart swelled for this man. “I love you.” Danny’s voice dripped with sleepiness, he kissed Roy’s forehead before closing his eyes. “I love you.” Roy pecked his cheek before nuzzling up to his tired sweetheart. “Love you so damn much.” He mumbled, before letting his own eyes drift shut.

#adore delano #bianca del rio #biadore #smut #lemonade #rpdr fanfiction #canon compliant

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sweetbirthdaybaby-moved · 5 years

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Shipping: 1) I ship chemistry. I will likely want to write at least a little with you before fully committing to shipping, no matter who your muse is. 2) Nadia generally thinks of herself as straight, but she would not rule out sex or romance (verse dependent) with someone who did not identify as male if the chemistry was right. 3) Depending on what point in her timeline you interact with her, Nadia can very resistant to attachment and long term romances. 4) If you send me a shippy/smutty meme and we’ve never discussed shipping, be prepared for Nads to respond in a way that might not be positive. 4) Nadia is in her 30s and I will not ship her with underage muses.

Exclusivity/selectivity: 1) I will probably never take exclusives for muses that Nadia knows/has interacted with in her canon. I might, however, take mains. 2) Any exclusivity practiced here, if it occurs, is Tumblr-specific unless otherwise specified. Meaning I am willing to interact with “duplicates” of muses I am exclusive with here on other platforms (like Discord) in most cases.

Smut: I like writing smut, but only once muses are muns are comfortable with each other. How long that takes will vary. Nadia is perfectly fine with casual sex, but I may request to fade to black initially if I am not yet comfortable with the mun I’m writing with.

Triggers: 1) The canon for Russian Doll is VERY trigger heavy, including things such as death, drug and alcohol abuse, suicide, mental health, eating disorders, and more. I will try to remember to tag nsfw, and for other triggers as “tw: trigger”. If I forget one or there’s one I’m not tagging that you think I should be, please message me! 2) I don’t need “cancer” tagged, but please do not throw cancer plots at me, or just starts chatting to me about cancer ooc. This could get you unfollowed, maybe even blocked.

Other tags you may want to blacklist: I tag very long posts as “longpost”. Also, I tend not to use large gifs except in responses to ooc asks, but if I ever use more than one per post, or one that’s especially huge-esque, I will tag “largegifs”.

Please know that the things Nadia says and does do not reflect the mun’s personal feelings.

I do not ask for a password to be sent, nor will I send one to you. If I followed you, I have read your rules, and will probably reread them again before interacting. If I break one of your rules, it’s probably because I’ve read 900 rules pages and they’ve run together. Please tell me if that happens, and I will correct my mistake.

I know my rules are long because I’m a wordy fuck, but if you have read this far, thank you very much for taking the time. Know that I appreciate you. :)

Any time I change or update these rules (or any other info page), I will re-link to them in a new post.

#rules #i think i have amnesia || ooc

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aggressivelydoesnothing · 7 years

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The Signs as Gay™ People You’ll meet

Aries: the party gay™ who can’t keep a secret. Even if they don’t “party” so to speak, they know everyone and all their business. Dresses like they’re going to the club every goddamn day. Watches Ru Paul and probably knows one of the contestants personally. Probobly has a denim fetish

Taurus: the taken gay™ who won’t shut up about their significant other. Androgynous af. Intentionally dresses sloppily and is a proud eclectic. is always pissed about something in their community. Talks gender theory constantly but doesn’t actively subscribe to any ideology, hates butler for some reason

Gemini: the ultimate vers gay™ who seamlessly flows through whatever labels or stereotypes or styles people try to apply to them. Gets their kicks needlessly calling people out on their shit and is hyperaware about microaggressions. Likes both gender theory and "gay" aesthetics but won’t commit to any one thing or get too involved

Cancer: the dated all of your exes gay™ who knows too much. Never publicly says anything bad about anyone but is lowkey shady as hell. Always dressed to perfection, even their lazy-day sweatshirt outfits look coordinated. Ultimate u-hauler but also needs constant validation from at least 12 people at all times

Leo: the selfie/instagram gay™ who is always posting pics. Makes their social life look better than it is. Insists on absolute inclusiveness and hate reads discourse blogs at night. Always wants to go out with friends but sucks at planning so spends most nights watching crap tv

Virgo: the aesthetic gay™ who has several sideblogs dedicated to weird subcultures they’re a part of. Talks about fandom meta or gender theory wayyyy too much. Probably spends the afternoons in a niche coffee shop and uses the block button liberally. Won’t shut up about how carol was robbed

Libra: the walking stereotype gay™ who just got out of a 18-year long closet. Has dated a lot but still believes they’ll find the one. Ships anything and everything, has at least 3 favorite Ru Paul drag queens and an obsession with kiera knightly period pieces

Scorpio: the sex positive gay™ who lists their kinks in their bio. Thinks every relationship they have/currently are in is perfect, but calls every ex the devil. Likes to dress up but can’t compete with cancer. Talks shit constantly and hates “fake people” aka anyone who doesn’t have the exact same opinion as them doesn’t dress “gay” and hates when people point that out or mistakes them as straight

Sagittarius: the labels are for soupcans gay™ who has a secret dark/kinky side. Is overly blunt and lives for call out posts. Likes to party but also will eat a whole bag of cheetos at 3am while watching glee. Probably has 5+ pets and a shit ton of friends but no one really knows them bc oversharing is for the weak

Capricorn: The GSA president gay™ who “always knew”. Hates discourse but has hella strong opinions about everything. Fell in love early and either got together with that person or swore off all relationships to focus on their careers. Stalks their exes and even ex friends on social media to make sure they’re doing better than everyone

Aquarius: the eccentric gay™ who you can never tell if theyre flirting with you or not. Likes aesthetics/stereotypical gay styles but can’t commit to just one and ends up wearing the weirdest shit. Into some kinky shit and talks about polyamory all the time but probably could barely even handle just one partner emotionally. Changes their label 5+ times and probably settles on q**r because fuck it

Pisces: The “we’re all equal” gay™ who always talks about how they didn’t even have to come out to their parents bc they are so accepting. Cries every time they hear about homophobic shit, “can’t believe this is happening in 2k17″ Loves their significant other but also falls in love with someone every other week. Somehow doesn’t know what vore is but lowkey would be into it

#the signs as #zodiac signs #gays you know #q slur #appreciate feed back lol #im an aquarius #this was fun but is probably highly innacurate #so like #don't get too keyed up over it #everyone loves flannel so i didn't give that to any one sign

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