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@gotwcird
gotwcird is a 1x1/independent rp sideblog penned by zahra (28, they/them, gmt +8) focused on a plethora of specific characters (oc & canon), ships, verses, and plots. usfw & dark themes will be present. all muses are bi/pan unless stated otherwise. smut heavy but not smut-centric. only writing with people 21 and over. if you're interested in writing or plotting with me on here or discord, im me here or on my main blog @maxmcyfield.
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[ → bunny ] : well [ → bunny ] : fucking hell [ → bunny ] : 5 whole minutes of pretending you weren't going to send anything [ → bunny ] : absolutely shocking behavior, bunny [ → bunny ] : 😌 [ → bunny ] : that is going straight into the vault. the fans (me, i'm the entire fan club) are absolutely feral right now [ → bunny ] : and you know what i take it back. containment is very important. that bra is doing essential structural work and i respect it deeply. [ → bunny ] : i also want to take it off with my teeth but those are two separate thoughts that can coexist [ → bunny ] : now put an actual shirt back on before i abandon my responsibilities and end up with you in the green room instead of on stage
[ → nico moreau ] : if you say anything more i will stop sending you pictures altogether :/ [ → nico moreau ] : you're lucky i decided to stand up and take it 😐 and lucky you get to see the structural work or wtv [ → nico moreau ] : maybe you should take it off with your teeth... after your show. can't do anything in just 3 mins [ → nico moreau ] : [IMG: charlie's shirt is completely off now, and she's tugging the dip of her sports bra down slightly. you can just barely see her mouth — she's smiling slightly. ]
SPICE GIF BASED PROMPTS / MEMES.
spice and nsfw roleplay meme based around gifs detailed different situations. send a number and a couple (ff/ mm / fm) and receiver will write a starter based around the gifs sent. this meme is nsfw and contains graphic sex*al content, do not interact with this if you are a minor. credit for the gifs goes to this , this, this and this. i did not make the gifs, i only selected those i wanted for this meme.
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it's the huff that has the back of her neck tingling with a mixture of desire and confliction. ilham has always been a domineering force in the musician's life, or so she applied that label to her. always thought a world in which she could emulate any aspect of the artist would be a fantasy, but god was it fun to dream about. right now, however, nuala is wondering if she has misplaced that desire incorrectly. that she hasn't wanted to be her as much as she wanted... her. point blank. it adds another layer to her conflicted feelings regarding her boyfriend. but it's easy to forget about when she's shifting underneath the other at the pointed words. as she drops her gaze with a RED heat taking over her face at the realization that the butterflies in her stomach were covering up a heat in between her legs. one that's slickness is felt in her minuscule adjustments. her hand feels right when it's against ilham's crotch. it lacks the heaviness, the obligation, the WEIGHT that actions such as these typically sit on her chest. in its wake is an unadultered desire that nuala isn't sure she's felt in YEARS... she can feel the other's breath falling down against her, hot and heavy in every way-- a direct reflection of their entanglement. she whines in a synchronized action of rubbing her hand along illi's groin, pressure gentle against it. noise ends so that she can take a deep breath in and out; hips shift once more before she's gained enough courage to look up at ilham. "please." instantly her mind tells her that she didn't follow directions, and there's a squeak parting the dutifully painted petals. "i want it. you. want you in me." if it's possible to blush even more, nuala does. another gentle little whine slips out before letting her head fall back down against her bed. nervously lifts her hips up to momentarily brush against her best friend's from where they straddle her.
ilham stares at her with an intensity they try to tamper but fails to. hasn't been one of the lucky ones, even in any casual relationships. the mixture of genderfucked standards and their propensity for femininity leads them towards people who they themself don't exactly find appealing. hasn't been able to be with anyone for awhile. it's why while their interest in nuala has been present for longer than they care to admit, they know better than to assume. or try. was happy to be her friend, her confidant, alongside their job of course. but this? this feels far too charged for them to suddenly step back. makes them hope that maybe, maybe, those lingering looks weren't always platonic. and when nuala finally moves her hand against them without guidance, whines a pretty sound that makes their head absolutely spin, illi has to take in a shaky breath to stop themself from losing balance. "fuck." didn't expect to feel an overwhelming whoosh of arousal absolutely cripple them as she asks, almost begs, for them. "good. because i want to be in you." slowly, they pulls their hand from hers, confident that she won't run away now. it's hard to find their footing again, but slowly, they lean down and place their palms beside her head. the shift makes them aware of how much harder they've become, a level they've forgotten they're capable of. ilham hums, "i'm going to kiss you, nu." then slowly leans down so their lips can meet.
it wasn't often that art was described as . . . pretty. but of course hana was the one to call her so. it makes her own cheeks flushed although thankfully it's hidden by the pink already there for her workout. "good answer." there's a wink given to the femme before they're quickly gathering their things. once back at art's home, she drops her workout bag onto the floor near the door and walks backwards, facing hana, until they're settled into the livingroom. "i'd shower but there's no point if i'm just going to work out with you again." even if hana was light as a feather, art knew they'd be sweaty in no time.
hana is struck by the wink. so much so she stands there for a long moment, her body going wild with warmth and need and good golly, art did things to her she couldn't have ever imagined. feels almost in a stupor as they make their way back to art's home, brain going everywhere all at once. it's the other's quick teasing the moment they're in her living room that seemingly snaps her out of it. "no shower? are you sure?" shifts and feels the absolute mess she's started in her pants, slick and drenched. "i— i can be more proactive this time? maybe? you must be tired." can't believe she's offering something so boldly, but again, it's getting easier to want now.
@gotwcird: closed.
they had been lying in their lean-to like this, both on their backs & in the wrong orientation (heads peaking out and feet inside), for a while now. the purpose was so that they could see the stars... granted danbi was the only one looking at them, talking about them, and had been for at least ten or fifteen minutes. euan's sights had quickly fallen to the way his knight looked underneath the moonlight. tried to be nonchalant at first, fleeting glances through his periphery... but that was abandoned some five minutes ago. his head rested on his shoulder as he looked directly towards the other. several times had danbi made comments about the beauty of the night sky, and euan been quick to agree... though the night sky was not his muse in those moments. when he finally catches the will to interrupt their moment, euan's voice is soft and blows away with the wind. "ser danbi..." a title that still feels abnormal, but the other had insisted he drop the formality of his last name fairly quickly. the prince reaches out his outer arm so that his hand may gently grasp danbi's chin before pulling his face to look at him; touch lingering afterwards. a warmth fills his chest as their eyes meet for the first time since they lay down. euan's gaze twinkles underneath the stars--- fitting of the fact that he is looking at his whole universe. mind cannot fathom words worthy enough to say in this moment, so instead he pulls his knight towards him by that grasp.
it's not that he's so in love with the stars that he doesn't take notice of the prince's gaze. alas, they do love the sky, the stars — finds constellations and astrology fascinating. but their prattling on about auriga and the myth surrounding mostly comes from nerves that are borne of being seen. undeniably, maybe even devastatingly as their prince looks at them for so long they've lost track of time. is almost terrified they'll run out of things to say ( one could only marvel about the beauty of the sky so many times ) but then almost as if the gods had heard their plea, they heard their name being spoken. gasped the moment he felt his touch, head tilting to his attention without a moment of hesitation. "your grace—" any other words get stuck at his brain, unsure of what to say. it feels like this shouldn't happen, as if danbi would be punished for being able to look at prince euan's eyes so closely. and yet, they don't want to pull away. would rather die than do so, which is why he almost recklessly follows into the tug. gasps, because he can't understate the shock and joy, blinking as they look at their prince so close. are eyelashes supposed to curl so beautifully? are his eyes swimming in the flicker of the moonlight? danbi cannot fully comprehend, even as they meet him in the middle and move in closer, letting chapped lips meet euan's gently.
she knows that adny must be gloating inside over the mess he’s making out of her — a private devastation that he can truly see while all their friends remain completely oblivious around the table. and hell, it maddens her just as much as it entices her, the utter, effortless power he wields over her flimsy sanity. she should have seen this coming; him turning up the intensity of the vibrator hidden inside of her makes her squeeze her thighs tightly together, her knuckles turning white as she grips the chilled glass of her mojito. she has to actively remind herself not to squeeze too hard, or she might shatter the glass and cause a massive scene. “fuck,” ivy mutters, running a hand through her hair as if she’s just remembered something critical. she shoots a fabricated, surprised glance at her buzzing phone before announcing to the group, “i forgot i’m supposed to meet up with my manager.” with that sharp pivot, she makes her swift excuse to vanish from the gathering, her fingers wrapping tightly around adny’s wrist as she drags him out of the restaurant ahead of her. “you’re the worst,” she whispers under her breath, knowing she might just have to admit total defeat this time. her desire for relief has far exceeded what she can tolerate and she needs to be alone with him, now.
adny has to stop himself from grinning. bites the inside of his cheek so hard he can taste a bit of iron, as his gaze flits between her white knuckles then her eyes. wants to laugh when she feigns surprise but doesn't, simply keeps mum while ivy makes a show out of apparently having to meet her manager. the chorus of disappointed voices from her friends makes him quick to apologize, saying quick goodbyes before his girlfriend tugs him away almost like a dog on a leash. isn't sure how successful he was with keeping the shit eating grin off his face, but by the time they're back in the restaurant heading straight for the exit, adny's cheeks are hurting from how hard he's smiling. "i love you too, baby." and then looks around as they leave. doesn't know how much longer he can keep up his calm, knowing he's triggered her irreversible need — so once they're out he's the one guiding her, wrapping his arm around her waist and bringing her to her parked car. "did you have fun?" he can't help but tease, just a little more, shooting a smirk back at ivy, "might just let you cum right away from how well you kept up the act."
nyeleti almost choked at the casualness of their answer, her face going hot. "you—" she started, then caught herself fixated on the soft, unguarded look of thyme's eyes. they were completely serious, and she almost wanted to hide under the duvet, but that would be tragic, because then she'd miss out on the next forkful of waffle and whatever outlandish confession thyme would share next. "babe, you can't just say that in the morning. i have a delicate constitution," she protested through her own fit of giggling, her laugh a little too loud for the time of day. she was pretty sure the soundproofing in this building was definitely not up to code, and the neighbors probably already had enough material to keep them gossiping for an entire week. "i mean, you're welcome? am i allowed to brag about this to the chorus of my group chats? or is it, like, a sacred confidence? i don't know the etiquette," she asked, fishing another bite off the plate.
thyme giggled, feeling a little vindicated by her bashful response. liked that she could extract something like that from nyeleti, something she'd only ever dreamed of before this. "i also like when you call me babe, or baby. makes me feel special." had been shocked by how something so simple riled her up so much the night before, but again if she wanted to make sure she'd be returning for more days to come, she wasn't going to hold back. that included her next reply too. "that's up to you! i don't mind being the subject of a little gossip to gas you up," thyme hummed, tilting her head and doing her best impression of coyness where all there was right in actuality was a keen excitement. "i don't know the etiquette either but it can be whatever we make it to be, right?" picked a stray piece of waffle from the edge of the plate and tossed it in her mouth. "as long as i get to know what you say too."
baby. baby. baby. BABY. surely samanta is hearing things because there is no way that he just called her baby, right? she prays to god it's true, because then she can pretend she didn't let out the most primal whimper at the sign of it. that she didn't buck her hips forward into his touch at the mere sound of the two syllables as he cooed them down to her. knows it's wishful thinking, though, by the way his fingers hit her in a new angle, a hitch in her breath caused, just in the time it took for her hips to fall back down against the floor. sam's grasp squeezes his hand in a few pulses as she nods... unable to get herself coherent enough to respond to his question in any way other than a whimper. though, she does give him one of those as well. lips chase the kiss with an upward tilt of her jaw. they form a pout in his wake before parting, sultry-toned words being spoken. "that... was rude." between the pace of her fingers on her clit, his fingers working inside her, and the way their mouths have been interlocked at several points... digits are becoming faster as it works against her clit, adding pressure to it in its motions. sam had been building towards her orgasm for several moments now, the moment in which she moaned his name was the largest indicator she was rounding the peak. it's something she hasn't felt in far too long, an embarrassingly long time in fact, so she's chasing the feeling without any prompting needed. except it's adny's chide encouragement that ends up pushing her over the edge. it's like a cliff dive for the woman, a run with an increasing pace until suddenly you have no footing anymore... you're falling & sinking into the pleasure in the most delicious way possible. the air is filled with a moan that is near musical --- singsongy in how she holds the note and then there's a trill as it fades away. sam's head tilts its chin upwards, as lips fall apart. "a--adny, fuck, ad..." can't coherently speak as her hips are twitching and bucking forward into him, thighs fluttering. the hand on her clit pauses its movements and instead searches for the hand fucking her in the most delicious way. arousal coated fingers gently wrap around adny's wrist. decides to give speaking another try, this time it's desperate and rushed, with just the right level of whine. "kiss me, kiss me, ad...ny, kiss me." barely pauses between her words, manages to do so just enough that it's intelligible.
she's letting go. he can tell, with how words fail her and all she can muster is a whimpered noise that means the right direction. the development makes adny grin as he watches in keen interest — then she still talks, teases him back and he can help but respond with a groan. "you love it, sammy." if rude is what she wants him to be, then rude is exactly what she'll get. only hopes it's exactly what she likes too. ( though he's perfectly willing to ask for feedback later. ) more than that, adny knows he wants to keep seeing her like this. only gets confirmed when she comes. and by god, sam is perfect. well, he's known it, felt it the moment they kissed, but the solidified notion breathes energy into his workings. helps his fingers fuck into her with a steadiness as he feels her cunt flutter and squeeze around him, his eyes and ears transfixed onto the painting unfolding before him. even the slick squelching from it is different, so different and wonderful in a way that makes him want to chase for more. almost does, but knows better as he feels sam's orgasm start to wane, almost disappointed by the fact her sounds are fading too. "shhh, shhh that's it." he's cooing still, softer this time. feels her hand wrap around his wrist and uses it to guide his slowing pace. "good girl, that's a good girl." adny feels his own head spin, just from the experience, which is why samantha's plead to be kissed is almost a saviour. he does, of course. surges down to kiss her, open-mouthed and greedy, his fingers slowing gradually. doesn't stop kissing her either, just lets their lips and tongues to explore, hoping it'll assist in her afterglow. adny only draws away just enough to speak again. "fuck, sammy." looks at her, the smile on his face growing with each second. "i want you to do that again. you're unbelievable. i—"
she didn't know kissing could feel like this. everything she had ever thought about it was now gone. all she knows is that she's meant to be here, kissing him. letting their tongues collide and the sweet sounds of lips smacking linger in the air. his smile has her nearly falling to her knees, but the way he's holding her keeps her stable. warm. grounded. she barely registers the ding of the elevator, so wrapped up in how soft his lips feel against hers that she's a bit startled when it finally lands. her hands fall to her sides, clearing her throat with a dazed nod of her head. "y-yeah, we should.. get going. right." if she could hear herself, she would be mortified at how far away she sounds. but all she can focus on is him, and how puffy his lips look now that they've kissed. jesus.
"right," shay repeats, clearing his throat, trying to feel the floor under him again. it's like time has turned to sludge and he can't make up from down anymore. needs a moment before instinctually he takes salem's hand first before grabbing her bag. at the very least, he knows he needs her. more of her. of that kiss. fuck he loves her! it takes him a second once they're out of the elevator to figure out which side his room is, but once he does he's turning left without a second to spare and almost books it so he can reach the door. there's only four rooms on this floor, but suddenly it feels like too many. he wants her so bad, jesus. shay even fumbles a little with his keycard when they do reach his room, sheepishly looking back at salem and smiling. "sorry, baby, give me a second." he's successful, at least, first try! pushes the door open and takes all of his bodily ability to control so he can resist tackling her to the ground. "make yourself at home, uh— should i set your bag up in the room?"
the kiss caught him off guard, the way she always caught him off guard, and his mouth opened for her before his brain could protest. only you. two words that hollowed out a space in his chest and made his heart skip a beat. he kissed her back to conceal his reaction, biting at her lower lip with too much teeth as his arm slipped from the armrest to fist in the hair at the nape of her neck because gentle had never stuck for them. it was either all or nothing. he dragged his mouth over hers until she was all spit and teeth and collision. the hunger, the longing, all poured out of her in waves and fed into his lungs for consumption. drowning in her confessions, he couldn't remember why he'd ever let her out of his orbit.
the couch groaned under them with each punishing thrust. one of the propped feet shifted, and he had no choice but to redistribute his weight to keep them from tumbling forward because he didn't want anything ending this; not the couch, not gravity, not the ugly little voice in the back of his head already whispering she's gonna change her mind, she's gonna change her mind. he adjusted, sliding his other hand under her thigh to hoist her higher against him, feeling the strain in his shoulder and not caring. pain was never a deterrent to him, just a signal to keep going. "only me," he repeated once his hips found the rhythm again, deep and slow, needing to feel every ripple of her cunt fluttering around him. "fucking obsessed," he muttered, not unsure if he was referring to himself or her. the words blurred together, their bodies indistinguishable from one another as they wrestled with teeth and tongue. intense desire clouded his vision and burned through his nerves, leaving him with nothing but the need to make her as wrecked as he was.
"i want you so bad it makes me lose my fucking mind, you know that?" jason confessed, trying to pour every unsaid thing into the press of his chest against her back and the hand that clamped her thigh up here. by the sheer force of his grip, he knew she would be bruised tomorrow and probably the next day, too, replacing whatever reminders she'd been carrying since the last time.
the tug onto the hair at her nape was the exact response she wanted. felt it, like the teethy kiss he'd replied her with, the perfect encapsulation of them. of the wild, basal thing that seemed to flit through their bodies when they were together. something neither of them could hope to train out, struck by the shared trauma they both ignored. cassie groaned out something vile as he kissed her, a curse that didn't reach any words before it could come out, back arched and neck craned just so she could somehow get closer. each time jason rammed into her cervix, her brain rattled with it, unwound her loose, let words come out without care. could understand the shift of the couch underneath them, but her focus was honed in on t he sharp, beautiful pleasure that flickered her spine alive. "only you—"
"obsessed," cassandra repeated, almost as if to confirm the terrifying sentiment. nodded vaguely, if you could count a slight shaking of her jaw. it was getting harder to find any slither of pride anymore. it was like jason was chipping it away with each roll of his hips, tucking her outer leg up higher, head twisted just to make sure she could see him. which was absolutely worth it too, because she saw jason's face in the wake of his confession, felt the desperation she could understand; felt it in his grip. the pain only helped, only drove her further, made her cunt squeeze around him. if only body language could make things clear like it did to her. alas, she was learning she liked the words too. "losing— losing my mind." slurred out the words, grasping onto the forearm that was bruising her thigh. "you— jason is mine."
and almost like a dam, the confession seemed to unlock something in her. the next time jason carved into her deep, cassie howled. "close—!" managed the warning, because she knew it would be her last as she let out another wild moan. toes curled, her head going light. "jay—!"
closed: @gotwcird
"ziz..." tone is light-hearted as he looks over at her, smiling. despite the fact that he's right next to the couch, he sits on the floor as they talk & finish their takeout. head rests against the arm he has on the couch, which facilitates his gazing perfectly. "what do you mean a miracle?" a laugh rumbles through his chest as his smile twinkles on his face. "that was me. for your parents to let you join the after-school writing/art club in high school, it took about three weeks of meticulous seed planting in conversations via my parents & myself. mainly me. lots of casual talk about cv's and data showing schools like seeing candidates having strength outside of academics. hard as hell to make that sound casual when your parents don't share a common language, and your dads typically communicate via picking up objects and grunting out the names." he continues that airyness as he speaks--- one that proves how it's a fun memory for him. one of the many ways he proudly stood up for his childhood best friend.
"what?" she's stunned, to say the least. watches in real time as questions she's had for years click into place, the realization that it was never her parent's miraculous goodwill that caused her to be able to join the most important after school curriculum club she had. it was gael. of course, it was. it always seems to be him, and the older they get it becomes clearer. zizi stares at him as he keeps talking, can almost picture how he'd have talked to his parents too while she was probably making sweet mint tea for them in the kitchen ( as was her "duty" at that age ). when he finishes explaining, the first thing that comes out of her mouth is a laugh. incredulous, but light. maybe a little joyful. "you're insane, you know that?" she points out, pushing him lightly by the shoulder, shaking her head. her brain is still organising the information, making the necessary shifts in her perception. "shit, how did you even manage to do that? i thought the sky had fallen that day!" the longer she sits on this, the lighter she feels. zainab's mouth tugs up into a smile as the hand used to push at him rests on that shoulder. "where'd i be without you, genuinely?"
his body tenses with anticipation the second that her palm begins to slide down the length of his torso. can feel the instant flush of his cheeks at the sight, at the very idea that bibi found him attractive enough to do this. it was still mind-blowing to him. how could the most beautiful girl to walk the earth find him attractive? how was she the one to pursue him at that party? chase wasn't sure what god he needed to thank but he knew he didn't deserve her. a soft breath is sucked in as her hand moves over him and his hand instinctively moves from her cheek to her hair, lightly rest in the mass of dark locks. "you going to warm me up, baby?"
there's always just been something about chase. something she's placed as aura, that mix of sweet and wonderful that's seasoned just right by the tinge of dark desire that her instincts must have picked up on. because now? now he's bloomed, turned even better than she could have ever imagined, like god had made him just for her. it's why she can't help but want him all the damn time. even when they're away, which has become an exercise in patience. but it's worth it, admittedly. shown right now, as she grips onto his bulge, salivating at the knowledge she'll get him inside her again. it makes her smile. "gonna warm you right up, mhm. make sure you're nice and relaxed for the game." her other hand comes up then, starts to undo pull down his sweats, wastes no time by letting his underwear go too. tugs enough that his cock can pop out, the sight of which instantly makes her throb. "you just have to give it all to me, 'kay?" wraps her hand around him, thumb swiping at his tip to collect pre. "nothing else matters but us right now."
she's busy adjusting the straps of her bathing suit before she notices those blue eyes zoned in on her. it makes her laugh, a wave of heat pooling deep in her belly because it never gets old. being with eden never gets old. she tries to bite back a grin at the way he's acting, but her bottom lip slides right out from her teeth, another soft giggle leaving her as she inches toward him. "you like what you see, e?" she knows he does; it's just too easy to tease him. she's now in front of him directly, her hands finding the sides of his neck to force him to look at her. "my new bikini doing it for you?" she totally didn't buy it just for him to gawk at her in. no way.
the way she slides close instantly has him struck. his plan to escape and feign a chill demeanour goes out the door as his eyes ravage over her shamelessly. there's really no way he can even act nonchalant about ziggy. "fuck, yeah i do," eden agrees freely, licking his lips and probably doing his best impression of a sleazeball. feels her hands guide him back around his neck and can't help but let his mouth drop open as he looks down her cleavage. jesus christ. "doing it all ways for me, zigs." swallows audibly, trying not to let himself get too lost in it, if only for the fact he wants to see her in it on the beach. "god sculpted you from fucking marble, i swear."
closed for @gotwcird: 2 f/f (accepting)
oh, to be bare & laid out for ilham is to finally be seen in a space of your own creation. she was nervous the first time they had sex, lights on & direct eye contact... something nuala had never done before in her many years of life. the veil of darkness, whether made by curtains of the sun's passing, gave her a sense of anonymity to both her & her partner's feelings. that was nonexistent with the body she now clung to, and, quite frankly, she thanks the heavens for that. legs wrapped around her best friend's waist (they truly needed to talk labels soon), pulling herself closer & the other in. "ILLI," sounds like poetry as she whispers it between kisses. "tell me i did not spend our entire phone call this morning, begging for your cock, just to be the only one naked... please illi." that word please falls several more times between the wet and sloppy kisses she's placing feverishly.
it's hard not to get lost in her. that's what they'd noticed since the first time — even if it was meant to be a "trial", a showing that she could desire when she wanted — that nuala was a depth of beauty. made illi feel desire they often forget they're capable of, so engrossed that all they want is her mind, body, and soul. it's enough for them to focus on only her too, hands hungry as they skim down her milky skin, cupping the back of her neck. only barely is able to pull themself out of the stupor when they hear their name. even then, they don't stop kissing her, lips skim and pucker to take as much as they can between flutters of laughter at her complaint. "i'm sorry, doll. i can't help it." pulls away, just enough to speak without the words slurring between their lips. "you're so beautiful. i want to taste you first." emphasizes it by slipping their manicured fingers down, just barely skimming above her pelvic bone, cock jumping with expectation. "but you beg so pretty too... can you ask some more? maybe i'll take this vivienne westwood off quicker."
the only person? brig is sure that her heart just leaped right out of her chest and was running around them doing flips. she almost lifts a hand to even make sure it's still in her chest but she manages to stop herself. "not even winston?" a smirk grows on the red head's lips, a playful joke between them now. it was bad enough that they'd been put on this task by sojourn but at least they were together. brig notices the way she misspoke and her eyes widen in surprise. "oh, god. hana. i didn''t mean it like that! i-i! i just want you to have a good birthday and-" she frowns, hands moving to settle on her hips. "get down here!"
hana snorts. "i love the big guy, but he's like the worst person to be on patrol with." that's only half the story of course, with everything that's on her mind as is. loves her job, but would rather just been hanging out with the other. keeps her legs kicking as she watches brig with a grin while she gets flustered. eyebrows raise in amusement when she settles hands on her hips. "hm? why?" pouts, ducking her head down lower, but not moving an inch from her mech. "i wanna stay up here!" feels a surge of confidence and lets the next words out with a sharp tang of teasing. "if you want me down there you'll have to make me."
to, @gotwcird. from, raven moreno. synopsis: based on this image.
"brynnie, stop squirming, please." her tone is cool and calm, as usual. she's been trying to practice an eye look that she saw online and somehow managed to convince bryn to let her do it on her. but her girlfriend keeps squinting and shifting underneath her, and raven can't get the preciseness of the liner quite right. not to mention — the shifting and squirming is stirring something dark inside the pit of her stomach. when it happens again, raven sits up on her knees, pelvis hovering over bryn's. "baby."
bryn can't help it. they're trying to be good, to stay still and be a good makeup trial subject for their girlfriend — but it's hard to focus when she smells so good and feels amazing and their eyes keep dropping down to raven's lips. "sorry!" she immediately replies, nose wrinkling in bashfulness. it doesn't help that she doesn't wear much makeup in general. "sorry, ray. i'll stay still now, i promise." blinks, then feels their cheeks burn suddenly. "you're too pretty."
