KHALNOTDROGO: just so know
KHALNOTDROGO: i really pull off the bald
KHALNOTDROGO: not much hair to grab on but great all the same
KHALNOTDROGO: so u dig the green ??
DARBYLOVESYOU: i hope you don’t think i’m overreacting
DARBYLOVESYOU: but i am so attracted to you with the green
DARBYLOVESYOU: i mean, you can pull off ANYTHING but yeah, i fucking dig it
Dom didn’t always know how to feel, with the constant ups and downs of relationships he was always in a bit of a funk of sorts. January didn’t let all of that keep him down, even if it meant her dragging him to some kind of thing. She had just become someone he could text to get away—even if the away was some random bowling alley or dive bar that looked like a girl like her probably shouldn’t be there. His hands adjusted around her body and welcomed it onto his laps, his fingers pressing into her sides to hold her waist in place as if to secure that she wouldn’t change her mind and move off of him. “See—you knew before coming over here that you were going to want to play” he said with a grin, feeling her thumb move against his jaw. “You’re beautiful—-sexy—so god damn fucking sexy” his hand moved slowly up from her waist to her breast. “Stay with me tonight. And maybe tomorrow—-” it wasn’t unusual for her to stay the night but it wasn’t especially common to stay in their more—-benefits side of things for that long. “I want to show you why i’m better than any other guy you may let touch this incredible body of yours”.
her gaze was hungry, maybe even predatory, as dom’s strong hands found her side. january could feel that familiar desperation pooling in the pit of her stomach, making her wet; she was going to ruin his pants, and she couldn’t be bothered to give a flying fuck. to show that much, she ground down against him, finding some relief in the friction of the harsh fabric of his trousers against her silky core. she reached down for the hem of his sweatshirt, tugging it off of her and letting it drop to the couch where she’d picked it up in the first place. she leaned into his hand at her breast, teeth coming down on her lower lip, as she brought his other hand up. she took his thumb into her mouth, sucking it, tongue working around the digit in a symbol of things to come. she rocked her hips against his, slow, working herself up. “you’re the best i’ve ever had,” she agreed, voice slightly muffled from holding his thumb between her lips.
"i’m just trying to be efficient.” tinsley had an arm full of fliers, all advertising registration for an after-class dance program, and she was putting one up on the bulletin board. unfortunately, a few had escaped her grip and had fluttered to the ground, littering the hallway now. “but it’s not going well. [ @sunshincstarters ]
“Under the sweatshirt” he added, he never minded her wearing his things, he had gotten a bit used to it at this point. His hands moved gently on her feet but continued to move as they spoke. While everyone else that he knew tended to get pissed at him when he and Aly got back together—January always seemed more understanding of it as an idea but was just concerned with him being hurt. It was one of the reasons he trusted her a bit more than others—she seemed to care about him more than just on a surface level. “I’m amazing” he added. The truth of it wasn’t as simply as just saying he was or wasn’t happy—-but in that moment he was content with where and what they were doing. He leaned over toward her and moved his lips onto hers to give her a quick kiss. “I like when you’re around”.
“right. under. because that’s me... concerned with being sexy.” january had thrown on a simple white slip-dress on her way out of the door, though she supposed there was some truth in his ‘accusation’; she did try to dress more conservatively when he and aly were on. his kiss, quick as it was, was like fire and january’s lips pressed back, staying slightly pursed even as he withdrew. “i like being around. come here...” but january was the one who moved, shifting up, legs moving to either side of dom’s hips so she straddled him on the couch. she eased down so she was pressed fully against him before tugging up the front of her dress slightly to show him that she was bare. “you said under,” she teased, “but i think you meant what’s not under.” she let the fabric fall before she took his face in her hands, admiring the cut of his jaw and the stubble that ran alongside. her thumb moved over it, gaze reverent. “you’re amazing. and so fucking gorgeous. like... even more than your looks, which are great. but you’re just... so fucking attractive.”
Dom’s hands moved to massage one of her feet once they were in his lap, his eyes on her as she spoke. “I’ll order some then. I think i know your order at this point” even before sex had been a part of their friendship, it had been just that, a friendship. He knew how January was, knew the food she liked. He wasn’t sure if him being friends with January had been a part of the problem in his relationship or not, but despite what people had thought he hadn’t cheated ever with January. She had always respected his situation—even if she didn’t always agree with it. Dom rolled his eyes “You know her name, and it’s Aly. We’re not together right now—but you also knew that. Your ass doesn’t come over here dressed especially sexy unless you knew I was single” he answered teasing her. “Her and I are complicated—we always are”.
“especially sexy? i’m literally in a sweatshirt.” as though to show off her point, she pulled it forward slightly, showing off the fact that she’d purloined the item, in case he hadn’t noticed. a low hum came from her lips at the feeling of his fingers digging into the arch of his foot and she added, “okay, aly. whatever, i got the initial right.” january’s perspective was this: when dom and aly were off, they were off, and the back and forth could be more damaging than anything. january didn’t care -- dom was free to live his life, and if it made him happy, he should go for it. the problem came with the potential heartache that followed. no relationship was worth a constant mourning process. fuck and be fucked. that’s all that mattered. going slightly quiet for a moment, something in january shifted. her voice grew quieter, more concerned, and she asked, genuinely, “are you okay? are you happy?”
it’s ya girl, skinny pe -- kidding. but it is your resident character whore. will y’all be so kind as to click RIGHT HERE and place your vote? i’d be ever so grateful.
“no, i won’t be home. well, babe, i told you that i’d be working late.” jocelyn spoke into her phone, her eyes on the book she was holding in her lap as she sat on a bench outside of her. it was for leisure reading, but it wasn’t like her husband could see what she was doing. “i’ll text the babysitter. yep, talk to you later. love you.” she hung up and rolled her eyes, glad that she didn’t have to go home to the stepkids she was starting to regret marrying into the family of. she caught the eye of someone, laughing a little as she assumed they heard her conversation. “i’m not an asshole, i swear. i’m just… tired. i need a drink or something.”
the last thing that avalee would ever do was judge someone. everyone had a reason for feeling a certain way, even if that reason wasn’t particularly sound. still, the girl had learned a long time ago that there was always something else brewing, just under the surface. avalee didn’t get out much, and definitely didn’t leave her little arty part of the school, but the bench outside was in a public place, so she couldn’t help but to overhear. she had to laugh. “no, no, no, you’re good. you’re totally fine. seriously. do what you need to do. i’ve definitely lied about where i am before, or what i’m doing. saying you’re working late is hardly that, but... maybe get a drink somewhere on campus? that’ll minimize your chances of being caught. i hear the poly sci professor has scotch in his office.”
「scarlett leithold; cisfemale; she/her; queer」❛ ✦ ﾟ*・STERLING BENNETT is a 20 year old ART HISTORY MAJOR in their JUNIOR year. It has been stated that they are +INTELLECTUAL && +DRIVEN, but they can also be -REMOVED && -CAUTIOUS. they happen to be into IMPACT PLAY && FACE-FUCKING, but won’t do FEMME-DOMME && PEGGING.
WOW, scarlett leithold is a fucking angel. this is sterling and she’s honestly the purest bean out of all of my characters.
when she was born, her parents were both very lucrative lawyers. sterling was the baby of her family, with three other kids who came before her. when she was five-years-old, her dad ran for governor... and won. so now, politics, as you can imagine, were very important.
so the children were expected to be very good and well-behaved kids. there was, of course, a trouble child, but he was shipped off to military school. someone else’s problem. sterling was expected to be the best and do the best, and she was happy to do it.
she studied hard in school, knowing that she’d one day be a very successful lawyer, and that was it. that was her life.
except she didn’t want it. sterling loved art and she wanted to do that for a living. only that. she wasn’t very good at it herself, but she could look at a painting and tell you everything about it, the entire history behind it, and also what it evoked for most. she liked conversations about art, the stories behind the pictures, and finally... she went to her parents and told them about the change in plan.
at first, they were pissed. they still are, a little bit, and threatened not to pay for sterling’s college. eventually, they caved when they saw how much it meant to her. they’re still a little grumpy about it, wanting her to follow in their footsteps, but they’ll get over it.
sterling has always been laser focused, so she hasn’t had time to date. she’s had oral sex (which she loves) and has some experience bondage and discipline (which she also loves, coming from such a stringent household), but she has yet to actually have intercourse. hmu if you want to be the one to corrupt her.
so that’s my baby in a nutshell! she’s a sweetheart, easy to get along with, and likes all things corporal. she also wants to have sex, as she’s tired of being a twenty-year-old virgin. it’s not that she puts much stock into the whole thing... the opportunity just hasn’t really presented itself with someone she likes.
so let’s plot! let’s have lots of smutty goodness, and some feels, too.
「gigi hadid; cisfemale; she/her; queer」❛ ✦ ﾟ*・ﾟDARBY KAHLED is a 24 year old RECEPTIONIST that works in ADMINISTRATION. It has been stated that they are +ORGANIZED && +LOYAL, but they can also be -INCONSPICUOUS && -BRASH. they happen to be into VOYEURISM && FACE-FUCKING/SLAPPING, but won’t do VORE && TOILET PLAY.❜
BY FAR my kinkiest character with the craziest backstory, darby is going to be a blast to play. although she was born in the united states, her family is from palestine, and she is the first one to be born on us soil. her family doesn’t talk about why they left, and darby doesn’t ask. she just knows that her parents gave her everything in life that she ever wanted.
she didn’t know where daddy’s money came from, and she didn’t ask. one day, however, she saw a few older men at the door with guns tucked into holsters. they didn’t have badges, they weren’t police, and darby’s mother kept her holed away in her room when she realized who was there.
from her place tucked away upstairs, darby heard fighting, noises, punches thrown. no shots fired, thankfully, but when she was finally allowed downstairs, her father was in bad shape and refused to go to the hospital. they never spoke about it again, but it was a pretty formative memory.
after a few months, those very bad men(tm) returned, and this time, darby was watching from the top of the stairs. one of the men saw the teenage girl and hurried towards her. darby, frozen with panic, was going to run but... for some reason, she was rooted in place. but instead of hurting her, the man escorted her to her room and told her to be very quiet. he protected her.
darby’s father was in the same state when she finally came back downstairs. except now, darby fantasized about the man who tried to protect her.
she hunted through all of her father’s business contacts, looking online to follow leads, but this guy was a ghost. finally, one day, when her father was leaving to meet some of his “associates,” the sixteen-year-old darby got into her own car and followed her father. daddy went to a warehouse with a briefcase full of cash, and sure enough... darby’s mystery man was there.
her dad left and darby approached, begging the man to let her live with him. he did. she was madly in love with him, losing her virginity to him, learning how to swallow a dick whole, and enjoying being roughed up (consensual, of course). she was his little slut and she craved him in ways she’d never known could be possible. wc coming, please believe.
her dark man is the one who got her the job at sunshine university, knowing that she needed something to do other than just fucking him all day every day. they aren’t in a relationship, and darby doesn’t see him as much as she used to, but he’ll always have a bit of her heart.
now, she’s just a total slut, period, and uses the things she learned from him to get her rocks off. she doesn’t talk about him, not wanting to somehow incriminate him, knowing that he’s probably doing some very illegal things.
so basically, hmu for plots and things, and we’ll rock this bitch out!
mckenna had just finished a blunt when she stepped onto the sand and she sighed happily, loving the way it felt under her feet. she was glad she didn’t have surf practice today, so she could just get high and do absolutely fucking nothing. like she did most of the time. she grinned as she saw someone, walking behind them and covering their eyes. she wasn’t sure if she knew them or not, but it’d be funny either way. “guess who? i’ll spoil the fun, it’s mckenna. and your butt looks good today.” she told them, moving to sit down next to them.
sterling sucked in a quick breath of something akin to fear and surprise as mckenna’s hands flew over her eyes. she was relieved to hear that it was just mckenna and not some axe murderer who had come to abduct her in... broad daylight. the more sterling considered it, the dumber the idea sounded. in response to mckenna’s comment, sterling wiggled her butt slightly, then peeled the other girl’s hands from her face as mckenna moved to sit. sterling studied better in the quad, which was precisely why she’d settled on the bench out here laptop in her lap, books on the side opposite of mckenna. “sorry if i’m not... social right now. it’s a shame because picasso went through this realism phase and it’s like... almost unrecognizable from the rest of his work, which is exactly what the exam is about.”
KHALNOTDROGO: so …. new hair color
KHALNOTDROGO: what do u say
KHALNOTDROGO: we keep it or go bald ??
DARBYLOVESYOU: okay so i want to be really clear about something
DARBYLOVESYOU: you have autonomy over your own body and can do what you want
DARBYLOVESYOU: BUT. if you shave your head, i will never speak to you again
「candice swanepoel; cisfemale; she/her; heterosexual」❛ ✦ ﾟ*・TINSLEY LOCKE is a 30 year old PROFESSOR that works in DANCE. It has been stated that they are +WARM-HEARTED && +POISED, but they can also be -CRITICAL && -SELF-LOATHING. they happen to be into BONDAGE && TPE, but won’t do SCAT && WATERSPORTS.❜
ah yes. another one of winter’s characters who had potential and lost it. tinsley is a middle child. she loves her older brother, but her little sister hangs the moon. she definitely has middle child syndrom(tm), as she often felt forgotten. that was fine by her, because it means that she could kind of do whatever she wanted.
which, in tinsley’s case, it meant a career in ballet. she loved ballet more than life and spent hours in the studio. her parents assumed it was a lie, that she was actually out canoodling with boys, but never said anything. they continued to think this even when the fourteen-year-old tinsley showed up with an acceptance letter to idyllwild arts academy. they figured, huh, why not. so off little tinsley went to california to study ballet in an intensive, boarding environment.
tinsley wasn’t the best, but she was really damn good. she was never going to be a prima ballerina, but she shone bright in the background, and was even cast as an understudy in several of the school’s ballets. but tinsley wanted to be the best so she worked hard. really, really hard.
upon graduation, tinsley was given a place in the new york city ballet, and she emphatically accepted. she did well, continuing to improve, with murmurings that she really could take a more starring role.
tinsley also had a patron, his identity unknown, who took a great interest. he would send her expensive gifts and give massive donations to the ballet, all in tinsley’s honor. talent talks, but money screams. tinsley, without ever having met her silent sponsor, fell in love with him and wanted to know his identity. she still doesn’t to his day. wc coming soon, btw, but feel free to hmu before then.
but when tinsley was 24, she got the biggest surprise of them all: she was pregnant. the father was a guy she’d been casually seeing, and it came as a shock to them both. at that point, tinsley had a choice to make, and she decided to put her ballet career on hold in order to have the baby. wc for baby daddy also coming soon, but also feel free to hmu in the meantime. honestly, it can be the same dude as her sponsor, which, i mean... fun.
but time waits for no man and by the time her body had recovered, her place in the ballet had been given up.
tinsley was oddly okay with it. she loves being a mother, and figured that her career could be on hold for a while. now, she’s too old to go back to the ballet, but began teaching. as she grew up in flordia, she was anxious to return so that her family could be close to her and the baby, odette. she got a job at sunshine university and... things are pretty swell. she has moments of self-loathing when she thinks that she gave up the best years of her life, but... those come and go. she’s also a perfectionist, both for herself, and her students.
so hmu for connections! i imagine she and her baby daddy are still pretty casual so there’s room for the dramas. she’s pretty discerning when it comes to sexual partners, preferring connection, but... that could mean a number of things. let’s do this!
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