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Indie RP blog, NSFW, 18+

[corpsetsang]

I’ve kind of had the urge to write lately but definitely not here so if anyone wants to do something on D*scord, hmu.

[corpsetsang]

I’ve kind of had the urge to write lately but definitely not here so if anyone wants to do something on D*scord, hmu.

[corpsetsang]

[corpsetsang]

This isn’t fun anymore.

I’ll be back when I feel like it. 

[corpsetsang]

This isn’t fun anymore.

I’ll be back when I feel like it. 

[fromthecrypt]

u can say pspspspss to get my attention bro its ok we're mutuals

[jessicascontes]

❤️🥰❤️

[taylorswiftdaily]

TAYLOR SWIFT Z100 Jingle Ball in New York | December 13, 2019

[lovetheplayers]

Taylor performing Delicate at the Ally Coalition Talent Show in New York City, New York (December 5, 2018)

[soprettytothink]

[corpsetsang]

*clears throat*

*taps mic*

Hurt me. 

Thank you.

[corpsetsang]

fromtheashcs​:

“Aw, but I was really hoping to see the statue of liberty and ya know, get photos in one of those cheesy gimmick crowns. You’d make a great lady liberty,” he teased, resisting the urge to ruffle her hair though he didn’t wanna push it. He was surprised she was still there at all, so he reeled it in clicking his tongue in actual thought. “In all honesty? I dunno. I’ve got a list a friend gave me. Mostly secret gardens and good bookstores. I hit a few of those as soon as I got in. I don’t really– travel with actual destinations in mind…” he trailed off with a little shrug before smiling and snagging her basket for her, “How about ya tell me what your favorite places in the city are? That’d be way better. Give me a peek at what makes you– you,” He started toward the check out, his free hand grazing her waist before pausing, chuckling almost sheepishly, “Did you– need anything else? Or?” 

Was he a little excited? Maybe. He’d been positive she’d bolt the minute he hit the trash can. He wouldn’t have blamed her either. He was– well, those weren’t the kind of things you shared with someone you slept with under the impression you’d never see them again. And yet, here she was, humoring him yet again. So maybe there was a hint of something more afoot and he planned on taking full advantage of it.

Charlie shook her head, allowing her basket to be dropped at the conveyor belt the second they reached checkout. She pondered his question for a moment, stealing a glance at the time. It was still early-- enough so that she just might be able to make the plan already laid out in her head actually work. 

“Well, I guess that depends on how much time we have,” she began, the corners of her mouth twitching into a grin as her focus shifted, watching as each of her items was scanned, a needed distraction from the swirling feeling in the pit of her stomach. “You’re not going to see all of Charlie Coleman’s New York in just one stop, but if I can steal you for the rest of the day...” Her words trailed off with a nonchalant shrug, though a tiny part of her almost feared rejection. “Then I think I’ll be able to work something out.” 

[corpsetsang]

fromtheashcs​:

Thank fuck this wasn’t his first ‘rodeo’ cause between that giggle and the way she stroked his oh so wanting cock, he might’ve cum right then. “Porque no los dos?” he chuckled, a tremble rolling down his spine as he very reluctantly pulled away to take another swig of liquor before setting it down to grab the silver little package he’d snagged from his pants before coming out. Not exactly the sexiest topic, but he held it between his fingers, wasting no time pressing her back against the glass paneled railing. “I’m nothin’ if not a gentleman,” he began, his lips finding her neck as he spoke, his free hand dipping into her robe. He had to resist the urge to tug it off completely, but despite his confidence in getting her hot and bothered, it was New York and it was fucking cold. Being on the balcony at all was all they thrill they needed. 

Still his lips found hers, kissing with a new found hunger as his hips twitched and ground into her with that sensitivity, that desire, he’d felt earlier. “Yes or no?”

Charlie’s smile plastered across her face and his lips. Nodding, eager as ever, she whimpered, hitching one dangerously long leg at his side. Even through the slinky fabric of her robe, she could feel how cold the glass was against her back, enough to make her shiver in time with the cool breeze that hit her bare skin. 

“Please?” She whispered, her breathless plead a stark contrast to the way she effortlessly reached between their flushed bodies to grab his cock again, guiding him to her entrance, wet and still throbbing from her first orgasm. Cursing, she kissed him again, harder this time, all teeth and tongue before husking against his lips: “Fuck me, Hollis.”

[crwelsummer]

Taylor Swift leaving Opera House at the Brooklyn Academy of Music after Madonna’s Madame X concert in New York City on October 13, 2019.

[corpsetsang]

Hi.

I survived my first week at a new job and am going to try and work on more drafts tonight.

I think (?) my muse is pretty decent because I’ve been itching to write all week so if someone wants go back and forth on something (whether it’s new or existing), come say hello!

[stcrlghts]

have i known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

[corpsetsang]

welcomelust​:

It would be inaccurate to say “Isaac didn’t hesitate to comply,” because “didn’t hesitate” implies agency, suggests Isaac actively made a choice to cum inside Ms. Aurelia. No, his body just… reacted. She had reached down deep inside him and wrapped her fingers around the base of his spine… and squeezed. This was the inevitable conclusion, there was no other end for him than hot and sticky and thick, inside her, and all around.

His hands slapped onto her hips, squeezing with a force he didn’t know he possessed, and then he slammed up into her, actually raising Ms. Aurelia up off the seat. His entire body twisted, wound, tightened, clenched up for a seemingly interminable moment… and then released.

He cried out as the torrent began, grunting, broken, as he pumped himself into her, again and again, each shot seeming to leech the life from him until he was completely empty, drained, and they both sank back onto the chair with a thud and a sigh. His head lolled, his neck too weak to hold him up, and he just sat there, trembling, spasming, sweating, their mess running down his shaft and onto his groin as he throbbed inside her.

Nora threw her head back as Isaac shot rope after rope of cum inside of her, a wave of dark hair cascading over her shoulders. “Isaac-- fuck!” Her jaw clenched tightly as her hips violently bucked in his lap, her skin slapping and slapping and slapping against his thighs until her entire body jerked, left twitching and trembling above him. 

She shut her eyes tightly, panting and fighting to catch her breath, a bead of sweat dripping from her forehead to the tip of her nose. She cursed between gasps, then pulled him close by fistfuls of his shirt and into a sticky, sweaty, needy kiss. Moaning into his mouth, she grabbed his face with one hand, then murmured against his lips: 

“You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” She pulled away with a chuckle, then glanced down at her thighs, shiny and wet with the remnants of their shared orgasm. “And a messy one, too.”