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iiinsatiablc‌:

She makes a show of starting the timer, but there’s no actual timer for her to start. Instead, she focuses on leaning in for another kiss, this one lingering much longer than the last. Willing to give up this charade in order to sink into the warmth of him. “How about that one?” Daisy whispers against his mouth, having moved close enough so she’s standing next to him now, one of her hands around the back of his neck as she smiles lovingly at him.

The thing that he loves about Daisy — about being with her, is that they play. They have so much fun together, regardless of what they’re doing. So when she makes a big show of setting an invisible timer, he can’t help but let out a small chuckle, leaning up for the kiss, a smirk on his face once they break apart. “Still not quite there,” he hums, hands moving to her waist to pull her into his lap ( ah, but they both know he’s not going to finish whatever he was writing ). “Try again?”

#i'm alive im sorry skjdhksajda #chat: noah #noah ft daisy

iiinsatiablc‌:

Daisy can’t stop grinning; her cheeks actually hurt from the weight of her grin as she watches him. “Alright, two minutes, but I’m counting them,” she taps her index finger against the top of her wrist, giving him a knowing look that tells him she knows two minutes can sometimes become five. “Oh, you drive a hard bargain, sir,” she sighs, before she’s stepping towards him and bending forward to brush a soft, lingering kiss to his mouth. “How’s that?”

“Start the timer,” he teases, though he knows that look, knows that sometimes he gets carried away, completely loses track of time. Still, she always seems to understand, and today, well, today he wants to prove he can stick to his word. “Oh, if it’s too much trouble…” But then she’s kissing him so softly that he forgets the smart-arse comment that had been on the tip of his tongue just moments before. “That was good… but I think I’ll need another just to make sure…”

#chat: noah #noah ft daisy

iiinsatiablc‌:

Beaming brighter, her face still warm as his lips brush across her fingertips, Daisy hums softly. “Well, their loss, my gain. I’m going to wine and dine your pants off,” she tells him with a wiggle of her eyebrows and a small laugh before she’s untangling their fingers. “Are you done with whatever it is you’re doing here, or should I wait to let you finish, what I assume is, your brilliance?”

He can’t help but laugh when she wiggles her eyebrows, and it takes all the self-control he possesses ( and more ) not to throw her over the desk and skip dinner completely. “Oh, I’m not that easy,” he jokes, but they both know it’s a lie. He’s shockingly easy when it comes to her. “Give me two minutes to get it all saved, and then I’m all yours.” He pouts a little, then points to his lips. “But a kiss first.”

#chat: noah #noah ft daisy #i MISSED THEM

iiinsatiablc‌:

Her small hand curls around his own, a cheesy grin finding purchase on her lips as she shakes his hand carefully. “Oh, yes, definitely.” Daisy nods, before his own words have her blushing. “Aren’t you a modern day Charming. Any woman would have to be a fool not to snatch you up. What d’you say? Are you free this evening?” Maybe it’s the cheesiest way to ask her boyfriend out on a date, but they’ve been together for months now. She can be cheesy without fear of judgement.

It's always easy around Daisy, fun — and though they’ve been dating for months, been serious for months, she still manages to surprise him, still manages to do something so adorable that he falls in love with her over and over again. “Ah, unfortunately I fear you’re alone in that opinion, I’m very single,” he responds. He brings her fingers to her lips, laying a soft kiss across them. “For you? I’m definitely free.”

#hahha i literally have not touched my indie in so long but i saw this and was like I GOTTA #chat: noah #noah ft daisy

iiinsatiablc‌:

open to m/f/nb.

❛ Excuse me, I don’t want you to think I’m ridiculous or anything, but you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. I just felt like I had to tell you. ❜

Noah looks up from where he’d been working at his laptop, turning to the woman with a sly smile. “Oh really?” he asks, holding his hand out for her. Playing along, easily slipping into a game. “That’s very flattering, but I think you are far more beautiful than I could ever hope to be.”

#me: appears in a puff of smoke #chat: noah #noah ft daisy

likecocain

#nsfw

ok so i just peaced outta group rping again for the first time in 5 years so !! it’s back to indie where i don’t have to interact with everyone :)) so... i guess... i better just dive back in

#she speaks - ooc #watch me not write anything again ever

text -> bae-ley

Bailey: can't say i wasn't shocked by that opener tbh

Bailey: this is true. i like the idea of that a lot

Bailey: I think we do... idiot

Bailey: it doesn't go with anything but youre a doofus so it still works.

Bailey: I'll get used to it. Just let me know how cute this date is gonna get so I wear the right thing....

Jake: HEY

Jake: :(

Jake: the name calling is so mean

Jake: You wanna do a painting class?

#text: jake #jake ft bailey

votivehq

can you believe we only need one more app until we can officially open ?? what to heck ??!! i’m home and ready to accept some apps, so another six would be wonderful !!

#rp rc #smut rp #if anyone out there wants to join the fun!!

weirdnovelties‌:

“Share? Uh, yeah, yeah, sure. I mean, of course!” Owen said, gesturing to the other end of the couch and suddenly wishing he was watching something a little cooler than The X-Files. Not that he knew why he cared what she thought about his show choice, but he’d think more on it later. “You can pick something else if you want.” he told her with an embarrassed sort of laugh. “This is just what I watch when I can’t find anything new. Like I said, I’ve seen it a million times already anyways, so-” he shrugged a shoulder, rubbing the back of his head nervously. God, what was it about her that made him such a blathering idiot? Whatever it was, he was sure that her big brother, also known as his best friend, wouldn’t be too thrilled about it. In any event, Owen tried his hardest to act casually unaffected by her presence, holding out the remote to her so she could change the television to something a little more her taste.

Lux glanced at the screen and suppressed her smile as she sat down on the couch, easily sliding her legs over his lap. The X Files. You could give the boy a whole new look and body, but he was still the same Owen underneath. She kind of liked that. “It’s ok, I’ll watch anything right now, I don’t want to think anymore.” She leaned back against the couch cushions, letting out a contented groan as she stretched out. “You look good. College is obviously treating you well, babe.” It seemed like he was nervous around her now, and she had to admit, there was something intriguing about that.

#chat: lux #lux ft owen

weirdnovelties‌:

open to m/nb :: stepfather/mother’s boyfriend

“Listen up.” Lucy snapped, turning on her heel to face him. “You’re like, daddy number three, alright? You’ll only be around until my mother gets bored and takes half your money in the divorce. Not to mention, I’m not twelve: I don’t have to listen to you or do anything you say just because she’s gone for the weekend. So yes, I am going out, and yes, dressed like this.” she gestured to the clingy and revealing fabric of her dress. And then, just because she felt like adding insult to injury, she smirked wickedly before she stepped closer to the older man, reaching up to pat his shoulder condescendingly. “And do yourself a favor and don’t wait up. I plan on getting seriously laid tonight.”

“Please,” Patrick replied, rolling his eyes at the attitude he was well used to from her. “You think I wouldn’t put something in place to protect my money? Besides, we’re not married yet, little girl, but just because I’m not your father, doesn’t mean I can’t punish you for being a little brat.” His eyes moved over her, and he took his time, enjoying the sight, but he’d never admit that to her. “You think I’m going to let you leave the house like that?” It was more a statement than a question, and he grabbed her wrist firmly, pulling her closer towards him. “You’re not too old to be taken over my knee, Lucy.”

#hes my oldest dude im sorry #chat: patrick #patrick ft lucy

weirdnovelties‌:

open to f/nb :: based on this

His wife had cheated. His perfect, mild mannered, sweet as sugar, wonderful wife of nearly two decades had cheated on him. She’d tried to rationalize it, tried to tell him she’d just had too much to drink at her friend’s party, tried to say she’d regretted it the moment it happened, tried to assure him it would never happen again, but Daniel hadn’t even been able to listen to any of it. All he could do was picture another man’s hands on her, imagine the sounds she had made that only he himself was supposed to hear, and he couldn’t deal with it. It was what lead him to the bar. And he had definitely had too much to drink before letting himself end up here: pressing a girl half his age against her apartment door while she ground her ass back against him, fingers already in her panties as she fumbled with the lock. “I never do this,” Daniel breathed against the skin of her neck, unsure of what he even meant: he never cheated, or he never fingered a woman against her front door where anyone might see them? Both, if he was being honest. But in that moment, he was ready to cross both off his list.

Sage couldn’t deny she loved the power she seemed to have over him. She could feel exactly how much he wanted her, and as she slowly, deliberately rocked her ass back against him, she smirked, his breath hot against her neck. “Oh yeah?” she challenged, rolling her hips deliberately again. She loved this, loved that she’d gotten him so worked up that he couldn’t even wait for them to get inside before his fingers were in her panties, teasing her – and no doubt he could feel just how wet she was from what he was doing. “You’ve never fucked a girl up against her front door? Because we can definitely change that, sir.”

#chat: sage #sage ft daniel

weirdnovelties‌:

open to f/nb :: based on this

Staying at his best friend’s for the summer while his parents were on a cruise had seemed like a recipe for a summer of fun. That was, until they actually got back to their hometown and back to his friend’s girlfriend. Now, Owen barely ever even saw his best friend and when he did, the girlfriend was almost always attached at the hip. He supposed he couldn’t blame the couple, given that they had just spent the majority of their first years at college apart, but still. It lead him to a lot of nights like this; sitting alone in the living room watching Netflix and binge eating Doritos he was going to work off in the morning. Owen had just shoved another handful into his mouth when he heard the front door, wondering which member of the family it was since even his friend’s parents were supposed to be gone for hours, off at a relative’s wedding a few towns over. When she walked around the corner into the living room, he nearly choked on the chips. He would never get used to seeing her look so…grown up and, not that he would ever admit it out loud, hot. “Oh, hey,” he said nonchalantly after forcing the chips down. “Your brother’s out with Emily and your parents are still at your aunt’s wedding, I was just taking advantage of the free wifi. I mean- unless you want the couch, I can go do something else, I’ve seen this series like four times anyway-” he trailed off with a nervous chuckle. He couldn’t explain it, but the younger girl just put him on edge lately, in a way she never when they’d been growing up. He tried his hardest to tell himself it wasn’t the fact that she was, for lack of a better term, a total babe.

She’d almost forgotten that Owen was staying with them over the summer – when her parents had asked if she minded, she hadn’t given it much thought before she said yes. Owen had always been around, like background noise – not in a bad way, he was familiar, she’d grown up with him being at her house the same way her own brother had. So it hadn’t really been much of a big deal. Until he turned up and she saw him for the first time in years and noticed that, fuck, he had grown up nicely. Home early from a dinner with her friends, she was rounding the corner, shedding layers as she moved – shoes first, then earrings, then – Owen. “Hey, sorry, I didn’t realise you’d be home,” she replied, pausing in her movements. “Ah, yeah, that’s fine.” She shook her head, as though that would clear the millions of thoughts rushing through her head. Not all of them PG. “No that’s ok, I won’t kick you out. Besides,” she hinted with a sly smile. “We can share, right?”