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tagging : @sostarsick + @dreamse + any mutuals who haven’t already done it ( i think most have been tagged elsewhere hehe )
"good. i'd be needin' social security numbers if someone had." ash huffs out as he even imagines someone else touching sully. even if they're not together he's possessive over him and that hadn't gone away. it had only amplified whenever he saw the other out and he wasn't automatically all over him. like sully was trying to show restraint and move on. the questions make him smile real big as he nodded. "yeah, 'course i would. when have i ever denied you anything?" ash can feel sully's smile and presses his lips right into it sloppily.
sully huffs a low chuckle, shaking his head. it's something to know he at least cares. something to grasp onto, to convince himself it's not just bad habits he's falling back into. his thumb trails lazily against his cheek, “ still so good for me. ” he sighs, cocking his head, “ ... don't want anybody seeing, though. they don't get to see what's mine. want you all to myself. ”
"yes." does asher really believe that ? no, probably not, but he doesn't hesitate to give the overconfident answer anyway. "and you're not with a single one of them. you're here — so what's your fucking point ?" anyone else might as well have served as foreplay, or just weapons to use against each other in the future. it's unhealthy, what they're doing to each other. probably why asher loves it deep down in his fucked up heart. he lifts a hand but it's not to strike. asher's thumb drops to zealand's lip and presses. "what, are you gonna ignore me like you did to them ?" he prods eyes fixed on him, "keep pretending like this isn't exactly what you want ?"
his lips part but there's no smart remark ready to spill; instead he's left gawping and thrown off. asher has an annoying way of catching him off guard, his usual brashness reduced to uncertainty. he can't stand it. he only manages to catch the heated sigh that threatens to escape at the very last moment, the pad of asher's thumb trailing across his lip doing very little to help his currently blank mind. “ it's not. ” he utters, but he's wholly aware of how unconvincing he sounds, voice thin and eyes glued to asher's.
the basics
name: kat pronouns: she/they sexuality: bisexual
three facts
fav concert ive been to so far is either paramore ( x2 ) or wolf alice
despite complaining about how tired i am all the time , i am v passionate about my job & supporting kids with SEN <3
my fav video game franchises are the sims ( since the og ) , baldurs gate , dragon age , my time , & botw / totk
roleplay experience
how long: too long ... probably since i was around 14 ? i started out on tumblr in what i think was called the 'anon help' era ??? where people used fcs as mascots and basically just spoke to each other on the dash & i somehow stumbled onto tumblr rp from there ! platforms you've used: tw*tter discord & tumblr best experience: i had a lot of fun back in the twit rp days circa 2016 , & some cute close-knit discord groups over the years . i've rly loved getting into indie & finding new ppl to write with & all the cute ships & friendships that have come from that <3
muse preferences
female or male: male/nb fluff, angst, smut: ANGST ANGST ANGST ... angst that turns to fluff <3 smut with emotion 🙂↕️ long or short replies: it depends on my mood , sometimes long replies can be overwhelming to me but when i get in the zone i love them are you like your muse(s): kinda !!! i definitely find it easy to channel certain habits / tendencies / thought processes of my muses because i experience them too . i'd say i'm a mixture of nolan & romy , with a little bit of nelson in the mix
tagged by : @sostarsick my beloved
tagging : anybody that wants to do it because im too lazy to check which mutuals have done it already hehe
my return commences tomorrow now the heatwave 2.0 has subsided ( for now ) , but also after next friday i have 5 weeks off work so prepare to be sick of me :D
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i start my return and the heatwave returns what a sick joke .. will be in the drafts trying to write things that make sense 🫡
despite being beneath a raging party full of testosterone riddled frat guys and a bunch of desperate attendee's , it was ironically peaceful down here . you know , once you get past the cramped space and a few discarded condoms on the floor . snorts , " and you're nothing like them , huh ? c'mon , stellan .. you wouldn't have me believe you don't got a little animal in you , too . " doesn't need much of a confirmation , has heard his reputation enough to know that he's not squeaky clean . it's part of his appeal , unfortunately . " how many other pledges you bring down here ? " probably shouldn't have asked that but couldn't help himself , the question's been circling his head from the moment they hit the first stair . anticipates that he isn't going to love the answer — not that he needs to feel special for one of future frat brothers taking him under his wing . no , definitely not that . he's so close that his cologne is nearly choking him and he's trying to keep his cool , glazed over stare faltering to his lips before forcibly ripping back to his eyes . " somebody should've taught you not to judge a book by it's cover . " voice is softer , alcohol burning the back of his throat but it's a comforting distraction from the tension biting at his insides . the pet name that's drawled off of his lips has his jeans tightening and fuck , he needs to get it together . but as he's taking his own pull , and gaze is falling victim to the curvature of plump brims again , he's bolding speaking up : " wouldn't know , i drank the cheap vodka my roommate snuck in . " but stellan had , could smell the faint scent of it on his breath when he approched him . " you should give me a taste — so i can compare the two . give you a proper verdict . "
places a stricken hand to his chest, lips parted in offense, but there's that flicker of a smirk. caught out. “ never ... what about this isn't giving romantic ? ” tone is playful as he hums lightly. he's not sure he's ever done romantic. for the voss', it's a foreign concept. “ no pledges, actually. you're the first. ” it's the truth. too messy, and something he'd actually been warned against ( apparently his frat brothers do have some boundaries ), which only speaks to how tempting other is. eyes track his as they drop to his mouth and stellan doesn't even attempt to disguise the smug curl of his lips. allows his tongue to teasingly swipe at the seam of his lips just for him to watch, the lingering burn of the tequila scratching his throat. he places said bottle aside before he's bracketing other, a hand planted either side on the counter he's pressed against. he nods slowly along with his plan, eyes dark and a little heavy, “ only seems fair. ” he agrees lowly, his fingers grasping his chin and tilting it upwards in a gesture he's apparently quickly grown fond of when it comes to him. he takes a moment to admire his features — he really is pretty, definitely too much so to be down here with him, but stellan is selfish and can't bring himself to deny himself. he dips his head, nose brushing against his as he grazes his lips against his ever so slightly. the kiss is light, but his lips are so soft and welcoming that it has his jeans tightening already, and suddenly it's very difficult to hold back. he deepens the kiss into something more biting, the fingers previously gripping his jaw trailing to tangle at the nape of his neck.
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he’ll never do it, god, but there’s a fleeting moment where adrien feels inclined to thank nelson for his quiet, peace as he allows himself to just briefly revisit the past. there’s a telltale tug in the back of his throat, a mistiness that takes over his vision for only a beat. adrien’s quick to school his face back into something stoic and inoffensive … but for a second there, he hadn’t felt pure fury at being caught vulnerable. he nods once, and that’s that phase of conversation ended. then nelson touches him, sweet and small, and adrien turns his head to look at him. really look at him. brows knit together and then smooth out. he’s not entirely sure what he’s looking for as his eyes rove nelson’s expression, not entirely sure what to do with the warmth that blooms across his chest and settles his shoulders. “petit pois. are you trying to get to know me?” none of his usual vitriol in it; adrien allows a slow smile to tug at the corners of his mouth, too amused for his usual rancor. he reaches out to push against nelson’s chest. this time, however, he moves with the touch, crawling over nelson’s body to bracket his waist between his knees. adrien hovers over nelson for a moment, taking him in, quiet and careful as he holds his chin. “fine. boring. i grew up in perpignan. it is not like the pictures of france you’ve seen.” then he tucks in, noses under the line of nelson’s jaw as he melts into his frame. “i miss the ocean.” it’s so dumb. so silly. if it were with anyone else, adrien wouldn’t bother doing this: talking, this familiar back-and-forth. he gingerly drags his touch through nelson’s curls and nips at the column of his throat and asks against his skin all nice and polite, “did you grow up here?”
there's something about the way adrien looks at him, a flicker of emotion that's there then it's not, but nelson finds himself hung on it. as much as he is rash and a little stupid sometimes, he likes to think he has a skill when it comes to reading people. it's a quiet understanding. adrien is finished and he won't push him any further, grateful for even the slightest glimpse inside. nelson is glad to see the smile settle back on the other's features, drinks it in for a moment. he's never really contemplated how much he enjoys the sight before, it feels a whole lot more rewarding than the frowns he's used to. “ maybe. why ? you're too nonchalant for that ? ” nelson pokes, own smile to match adrien's as he's pliantly moving just as the other encourages. palms rest against the dip of his back and he's wholly aware of the ridiculous fondness in his gaze as he looks up at him, putty in his hands. “ perpignan ... ” he's pretty sure he mispronounces the word, but tries to tack it in his memory regardless so he can look it up later. “ i've never heard of it. it has nice beaches ? ” silly question, but he's a little distracted, humming lightly as adrien melts against him. his heart tugs in a way that should be concerning, but instead he can only focus on how nice it is. it's been a long time since he has just lay with somebody like this, it's as if he's trying to soak up the memory while it lasts. he allows his eyes to flutter closed for a moment. “ yeah. just as boring, probably, but i made my own fun. ” he shakes his head, “ i remember i had this, like, one-man-band thing going when i was a kid. i'd be hollering and strumming and hitting cans until my neighbors had to literally chase me away. ” his shoulders shake as he laughs at the memory, fingers still absentmindedly tracing patterns along adrien's spine, “ so if you were wondering, yes, i've always been this annoying. ”
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im going to slowly get back into things over the next few days but to prevent feeling burnt out again im going to focus on the things i have the most muse for first and work from there <3 if we have threads and u no longer want to write them pls lmk, i 100% understand
im going to slowly get back into things over the next few days but to prevent feeling burnt out again im going to focus on the things i have the most muse for first and work from there <3 if we have threads and u no longer want to write them pls lmk, i 100% understand
at some point during the trek to his place, he stops feeling guilty. he should. he definitely should. but he's spent so long wanting him, thinking of him like this, that it felt more akin to respite than it did wrong. nothing about jonah felt wrong. so when shirt is discarded eyes get lost in the expanse of skin before him, despite having already seen him like this enough times that it shouldn't have incited such a reaction; barely notices when his own gets tossed into the abyss. " god, you're so pretty, " he's muttering into soft skin, but that's hardly a new revelation nor the first time he's expressed such a sentiment, but this time words are tinged with an intimacy that beau felt but rarely vocalized. he's kissing him like it may be the last time he ever does ( which it isn't ), vast hands splayed over his bare back and trickling down the line of his spine. it's broken only so that he can press hungry mouth against jonah's jaw and his throat, nipping reddened blotches along the middle of his chest and abdomen. later, he's going to fervently regret not taking his time in savouring him. beau wanted to make it as special and memorable and beautiful as jonah was and deserved —— it was just the primal need that clawed at his gut that made it extraordinarily difficult to show restraint and order. and when he's already on his knees in front of the friend he wasn't supposed to fuck once let alone twice, restraint and order seem ridiculously asinine and concepts too far abandoned to instate. as his fingers drag along skin and expose more and more of him yet uncharted with beau's touch, lips are leaving their imprint relentlessly. religiously. " tell me if you want me to stop, okay? " hues glance upwards at his in earnest, because more than anything he wants him to feel good, before tender kiss is placed atop the tip of his cock that he's unsheathed. his lips vibrate with the groan that rumbles from the depths of his chest, ardently mouthing along the stretch of flesh inch by inch; then his tongue flattens against him, tracing the way along which he descended. he wants to taste him so desperately, so insatiably, and thus he doesn't let another second go to waste before he's engulfing him into the heat of his mouth and swallowing him whole.
it's all jonah has ever wanted, if he's truly honest with himself — beau really seeing him. not just as a friend, because of course he does, but as something more. something he's desperate to have, something he wants to both admire and take apart. jonah would let him do anything he damn wished. he practically preens at the compliment, teeth sinking into his lower lip in an attempt to bite back the embarrassingly bright beam that threatens to split across his face and ruin the moment. he knows he's allowing himself to get carried away. not just because he's actually doing this again, but because he's ignoring better judgement and letting his heart latch onto the moment too; wrapped up in how it feels to have beau's kisses adorning his skin like he's something holy, the way his heart skips seeing him looking up at him like that. stop ? the notion almost makes him laugh, “ that's not possible. ” he breathes, palm lifting to cup his cheek, thumb drawing across soft skin. despite wanting to ingrain this image to memory, he can't help the way his lashes flutter shut at the featherlight press of his lips to his cock. “ fuck, beau. ” jonah groans, head tilting back against the door as he swallows thickly. beau takes him deeper and any legible thoughts leave his brain, chest hitching in a ragged breath as hushed curses fall from his lips.
with every deliberate jerk of his hips , the headboard begins to steadily rock against the wall , alerting his neighbors to their activities , and it has sick pride coiling his chest . good . wants them to hear , wants everyone to hear how his hollis is . stretching around him , wrapping around like a tight , perfect glove . stares down at him with hooded eyes , taking in his reaction and growling under his breath as his cock twitches inside of him . his moans lick up his spine and sit deep within the pit forming in his stomach , utterly entranced by him . " you take me so well .. " ragged timbre huffs , adoration swirling within lustful blues as he presses his lips and mouth along his jaw and neck . needs something to do with his mouth or he's going to start spilling confessions that have been plaguing him for months . his balls slap against his ass and his hand is reaching down to curl around pert cheek , spreading him and grunting into the flesh of his neck . " shit , you feel amazing . so fuckin' perfect . " grunts with each pound of his hips , his frame inching up the bedroom with every vicious , punishing stroke . " could have you like this forever . " and that's the scary part , isn't it ? he could . he's pulling back , forehead brushing his as his eyes drag between his and then fall to his mouth before he's capturing his lips in a lewd , wet kiss . pace quickens , and he's moaning his name against his lips , a prayer left unanswered while their sex fills the air .
he's never been one to bite his tongue when it comes to being with the other; he's pretty sure it'd be impossible, anyway. every stroke of his cock inside of him, every slick press of his lips to his heated skin, leaves him insatiable. he's certain there can't be a better feeling than this. “ 'm made for you. ” voice cracks as another rough thrust grazes just where it needs to deep inside. there's no doubt in hollis' mind that it's true, even if it sounds fucking insane and nowhere close to the 'casual' that's expected of him — but then bruno's groaning about forever, and his heart clenches and eyes soften, despite the increasingly punishing drive of his hips, despite everything. “ you can have me whenever you want. you know that. ” breath hitches against his mouth, tongue licking along the seam of his lips before it dips inside. it's sloppy and needy but hollis feels like he needs it to breathe. every thrust has bruno's skin brushing against his leaking cock, somehow agonising and perfect at the same time. fingers creep across his own abdomen, finger tips stroking the head in some haphazard attempt at relief.
for lowen, ari would do anything. it’s clear as day, everyone can see it. but that doesn’t mean ari likes admitting it - - and certainly not to the blonde ( who he knows would enjoy that confession far too much ). he prefers to think it’ll change, that soon he’ll move on and lowen will be a figment of the past. but ari knows that’s not reality. the reality is that he loves lowen, even if he hasn’t said the words aloud. breath hitches as lowen steps closer and his words cause ari’s heart to flutter helplessly. god, he hopes they’re true, and he wants to dive into lowen. but, he needs a little bit more. “yeah?” ari asks, fingers daring to curl into lowen’s shirt, “say it again. and this time look me in the eyes.”
lowen knows ari well enough by now to know that from the look in his eyes, and the way he steps closer and grasps his shirt, he must be getting somewhere. he rolls his eyes dramatically, but he complies; tilting ari's chin and staring him in the eye, “ i want you. however i can get it. believe me now ? ”