and i'll postpone it

𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 / 𝘪𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 (𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒) 1x1/indie sideblog penned by zahra. usfw untagged.

[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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[femaleraqe]

her  smile  lingered  but  became  accompanied  by  a  crease  in  her  forehead  at  the  unexpected,  and  rather  sullen  tone.  his  complaints  about  her  laugh  being  something  of  a  distraction  only  made  her  snicker  under  her  breath.    “  your  artistic  vision  is  duly  noted.  i’ll  look  a  little  more  miserable  for  you,  how’s  that?  ”   she  avoided  the  latter  question,  but  could  sense  how  his  stare  on  her  just  seemed  to  grow  stronger  as  she  did.  and  regardless  of  how  much  she  wished  to  pretend  he  didn’t,  his  gaze  on  her  would  always  make  her  squirm.  thumb  pressed  the  lock  button  and  dropped  the  phone  back  to  the  plush  bed sheets.    “  what’s  got  you  so  nosy?  ”    she  fired  back,  more  in  jest  than  actual  accusation.    “   just  making  plans  with  noah  for  tomorrow.  we’re  supposed  to  watch  that  new  horror  movie  that  came  out  a  few  weeks  ago, or something.  ”    romy  straightened  out  her  back  again,  getting  back  into  the  same  position  she  had  been  for  the  past  hour.    “  but  no  more  distractions  now.  i’m still all yours for tonight.  ”

[gotwcird]

"no—" armaan was quick to interject, shaking his head. felg his neck suddenly burn hot with a kind of shame, like he'd just exposed himself for his own pettiness. "you know i like when you smile, romy." the confession came out surprisingly tender, even if the words were low, probably barely audible to romy. the heat only seemed to spread when she began to question him — though maybe the funniest thing was that he felt instantly better now that she'd dropped her phone. "tomorrow?" blinked, his brain instantly on high alert. noah. the name sounded familiar, and instinctually, he felt it hit painfully in his head. couldn't put a face to the name, but an ugly feeling seared through armaan. "we were supposed to go to the portrait museum tomorrow, i thought." it was only an idea he floated a couple days ago, the tickets valid for the next month or so, but he knew quickly somehow that he'd rather die than have her go out with noah. his eyebrows furrowed, leaning in closer to her almost unintentionally. "there's that exhibition about modern portraiture."

[tipsys]

if it seems like the forsaken knight was acting a little too blasé about harboring a potentially runaway princess in his cottage, he would have any observers to note that he DID act appropriately the first time she arrived without notice. threatened to return her to the castle, to go to the nearest outpost and report her whereabouts, ignore her until she got her wits about her, and all things of this nature. unfortunate for bevan, the princess orchid is nothing if not a woman knowledgeable of loopholes, her family's limits, and the best way to play a man's weaknesses against him. bevan's weaknesses? his current life of involuntary solitude and his still fervent compulsion to obey the orders of the crown. curls bounce as he shakes his head softly whilst looking down to the ground, starting to untie the strings that fasten his cloak to his frame. "it is just bevan as well, if we are to be truly frank about everything. though honesty strips me of my title, does not strip you of yours..." the smile on his face when he shoots her a look shows that he's not unwilling to try her way. bailey. bailey, bailey, bailey. mouths it to himself as he turns away to hang the cloak by the door. faces her once more before kneeling to unlace his boots, staying close to the door as he notices the state of the floorboards (much nicer than he can ever get them). "i fear the people who would be concerned are never told when things occur." a sigh, shaking his head for a moment once more. "you did not come all this way to grace me with news of the castle. tell me, what are your intentions for this stay? it is not discovery this time, as you found me already."

[gotwcird]

"bevan, then." corrects herself with a probably unconvincing air of confidence, still so used to formal conventions despite her hatred of them. still, she tries, stands up straighter, shrugs her shoulders to try and project nonchalance. though that's difficult when he smiles at her and she finds her thoughts scattering in a manner that's concerning. "and yet i am here without struggle or fanfare, se— bevan. like i have said before, you overestimate how much weight my title has to my family." that is a truth that gives her stance some weightage at least, allows her a tiny bit of regal sureness that should technically be natural to her every move at this point. it doesn't though, because she has the privilege of not caring about it — even if it comes with the reputation she has in the castle. bailey busies herself as bevan unlaces his boots, though there isn't much to do until this part is out of the way. "my intentions?" she pauses. hasn't really thought of that, truthfully. came out here just with the thought of him, of his kindness, of his consideration for her. for once in her life, she'd felt . . . human. "no specific intentions this time, no." put her hand on the little table next to her, avoiding his gaze this time. surely she can't just admit it's to see him, right? "as you learned, i prefer staying away from the castle for as long as i can. naturally, the least i can do for intruding is to help around if i'm here reckon with your peace."

[loveshard]

he didn't have to think long. "yeah, exile the cats, please," he said, nodding, "or at least keep them from eating the pancakes while you seduce me." and just like that, he had to brace for impact as jojo made a second assault on his lap. swiftly, he managed to scoop jojo, her stubby legs kicking against the air before going limp in his arms, then gently set her outside the bedroom door. tux was next, and his resistance was even more pitiful. "he's so dramatic," stephen groaned, scooping tux up with both hands, cradling the small cat as it gave a single, pitiful meow as he deposited him on the hallway rug and shut the door firmly behind them. victorious, he turned around, wiped fake sweat off his brow, then dove dramatically back into bed, dragging sky down with him, catching her in a full-body tackle. "there. now no one can stop you," he murmured in the curve of her neck, and landed them both in a tangle of sheets and limbs. "so, what's my surprise?"

[gotwcird]

skylar watched with a giddiness as stephen made quick work of setting the cats outside, who barely seemed to mind. probably, at this point, knew in their poor cat souls what was to happen, and would rather have the living room to themselves to ignore the commotion. while he finished with that, she skittered off to her bed side and took out a little zip lock baggie that was about halfway full. was almost too excited by this that stephen tackling made her gasp and laugh as she tumbled down along with him. "stephie! warn a girl next time" she laughed, the bag crinkling in her arms. it didn't stop her though, even if she felt her heart in her throat all of a sudden, nerves slipping through. "well, this is." she sat up on her elbows before presenting stephen with the zip lock bag. inside was condoms. all of the ones they had on hand — most being their favourite type, with a smattering of random buys that were supposed to be for "fun" — a majority of them recently bought since they went through them quickly. sky's smile began to widen. "i want you to throw this baggie out into the trash right now. the whole thing."

[tipsys]

what amuses corey the most in this situation, what causes him to act in a way that is certifiably not corey-like, is the dichotomy between her normal behavior and the behavior she displays during these one-to-one modeling sessions. in yoga, in group art classes, what have you, jester holds herself with this level of confidence, or perhaps comfort is a better term, that she seems to forget about the moment they start a more private setting. it made him channel some of the behaviors he's always seen his best friend display, and get a little bolder with the things he did. which is why the moment she tells him to spread out, he has no problem doing just that. unties the robe and lets it fall to the bed as he follows the directions he was told. gaze meets hers again as the corners of his lips quirk in a smirk. "do you want me hard, jester?" voice is calm and casual, head tilting ever so slightly. "i mean, that's typically what you draw, right?"

[gotwcird]

is she out of her depth here? probably. will it stop jester, though? no, definitely not. especially if her best friend beau's read of the situation is correct ( "oh he wants you a hundred percent" followed by "go get that dick!" ). but it's also the matter of maybe her not wanting his just dick; wanting more, thinking of corey naked but also bringing her out for cute picnics and morning walks. jester looks at him in that moment, their gazes meeting, and he smiles like a freaking god. she swears she feels herself dribble slick downwards. okay, also the dick part too. "hard?" her voice is somehow smaller than before, her brain absolutely betraying her now at the memory of last week. dear traveler, how did corey have such a beautiful dick too? "yes, sure! but um—" has to swallow, eyebrows furrowing. something wicked flits through her, and she realizes then that her brain is barely containing control. "i think i want to like, draw you, it? in all forms!" imagines his fist stroking himself and feels so dizzy she has to pause. "like— like a revolution! yeah! a revolution from soft to hard!"

[vicedmuses]

normally, he felt like he didn't have time to mess around with people anymore. thanks to his special interests, he had to sneak around the city a lot and that meant not having a consistent fuck buddy. with hansol knowing the truth about him, that seemed to make things easier between them. even if he showed up with bloody hands, he didn't have to explain himself. "fuck, that's it." lorick groaned as he pushed his hips up, just once, before his body fell back on the be. he seemed desperate for sol to take his cock fully, like the good cockslut that he knew he could be. "don't hold back. show me you've been practicing." he may or may not have bought them a dildo that was pretty close in length and girth to his own shaft. another part of the whole teasing them thing and wanting to bring out a new side of them.

[gotwcird]

maybe part of it is the danger for them. or, more likely, it's the way they might be a little special for it. lorick using them, choosing them, teaching them sick things in bed after he drove himself up with his activities. it captivated hansol. just like how his cock was captivating them right now, tongue playing at the underside of his girth while they hollowed their cheeks. bobbed their head slowly, encouraged by his words, happy to sink down deeper each time. he hums in reply to lorick's words, at showing him what he's been practicing. because of course they have. he gave them a means to better themself, who are they not to take it? and since the last time, he's gotten pretty damn good. takes hansol a few lower passes of his lips, he almost forces himself down to take him. lower, deeper — feels his cock prod at the back of their throat and gags for it, but stay there. their eyes water, but they don't pull away. no, he just keeps spearing himself lower, breathing through his nose, eager to prove himself useful.

[tipsys]

never once has another person made emma feel so wanted before... no matter the sound, touch, movement, what have you, that comes from ellie, it lights up something carnal inside her body. like now, when she lets out that soft little whine as the blonde can feel her twitch against lipstick-painted petals. eyes look up with amusement at the directive, "always so impatient, baby..." it's purely a tease as fingertips quickly grasp the elastic waistband before pulling them down the other's thighs. a sharp intake is done at the sight of her girlfriend's cock hardening before her. gets better with every glance and she's thankful for the opportunity to even lay her eyes upon it. despite her panache for all things puppy, little kitten licks are placed along their length, starting at the tip and going towards the base.

[gotwcird]

"think you're the impatient one," elian chuckles. stops themself from saying anything more, not wanting to ruin any chance of what is promised right in front of them. emma is pulling down her briefs anyways, and her girlcock springs up slightly, already half hard simply from seeing her girlfriend on her knees in her shirt. only stands to firm up quickly as they feel her little licks, each one making a satisfied sound slip out the back of their throat. she's always so soft, and so warm, but they know she's just trying to tease. tugs her hair back a little roughly so emma's eyes meets theirs and grins. "don't be dumb, baby." shoves her face in, lips smushed against her tip. "do it properly."

[fruitr0ts]

CLOSED STARTER : @gotwcird . FEATURING : nicky veronia.

"i mean it's not so bad working here. sure, the business might be about to tank but i'm able to watch some sick ass movies in peace." nicky's voice is soft in the quiet of the almost empty video store. dvds line the inside in rows and nicky rest at the check out counter. "not like anyone comes here anyway." dark eyes glance to the stack in their hand. "except for you. what do you have today?"

[gotwcird]

ellie nods, looking around. it seems peaceful here, quiet. the kind they aren't afforded most of the time. "i'm just looking around, might pick some stuff up," she answers, though she makes no effort to move away. is sure she'll find something soon, but is more interested with nicky, who admittedly captured her attention. "sure there aren't any physical media enthusiasts storming in every weekend?" they ask with a shrug, "you guys have a pretty sick selection honestly."

[loveshard]

stephen kind of wanted to never get out of bed, ever. he could live in a bedworld, with pancakes, syrup, and a softly giggling girlfriend and be perfectly content. happily drowning in kisses, he barely even realized that both cats who had promptly joined the party: jojo, sprawling herself over his knees, was kneading imaginary dough into the blanket, and tux tried (and mostly succeeded) to perform a daring pancake heist mid-makeout. "excuse you," he said, breaking contact and mock-glowering as he shooed the cats gently off their laps and mostly out of pancake range. tux, undeterred, plopped himself near sky's foot and began licking his own chest with complete nonchalance, likely plotting another raid. meanwhile, jojo flopped onto her side to press her icy little paws right where his boxers did nothing to block the chill. stephen yelped and nearly knocked everything off the bed a third time. "jesus, i'm under attack from all sides!"

[gotwcird]

sky whined as he drew away, not even noticing the cats deciding to join in on the party, but then bursting out into a fit of laughter once she saw where tux and jojo had situated themselves. was just content to watch as stephen tried, and ( admittedly ) mostly failed to get them to move away, only prancing off close by. "they're just trying to say happy birthday, stephie!" she reasoned probably unsuccessfully with a grin, holding her hands out to stop the tray from toppling syrupy stickiness onto their sheets. ultimately probably did the smart thing of taking the tray off his lap altogether and setting it on top of their dresser before slotting herself back into place before either of the cats could. one of her hands reached to start petting tux before she ducked to press a kiss on stephen's cheek. sky's words came out teasing, but forward. she had an agenda for the morning, obviously. "so, do we want to kick them so i can give you your next birthday gift?"

[tipsys]

closed for : @gotwcird

there's been a heavy weight in his chest since he saw the familiar steed this morning, knowing only trouble could come of its descent down towards the desolate cottage and small surrounding property he'd acquired from a man ambivalent to the crown. knew better than to derail his day's activities; whatever the intrusion was, it could wait until after he did his routine of checking & refilling his small game traps, traveling to the edge of the city to trade, then returning when the sun was setting. just his luck that the aforementioned steed seemed to have been corralled in his small barn, though his livestock didn't seem too threatened (not much threatens his two chickens, a sheep, and a recently acquired calf). bevan has a little more than an inkling to what is waiting him inside, and call it self-sabotage given the heavy pang in his stomach as he sees that the fire in the hearth has been lit, but he takes his time unloading and unpacking what is necessary to stay out in the barn for the night. takes a deep breath as he stands outside his door before opening it. satchel is gently laid to the table by the entry way prior to the door shutting behind him. "your highness," voice is low, just loud enough for her to hear him. "can you assure me that your presence does not mean i have a bounty out for my head?" while his mouth may not quirk just yet, there is a lightness in both his voice & his gaze as it lands on her.

[gotwcird]

bailey's sense of right and wrong may be skewed. or maybe, she doesn't care anymore. or, more likely, she's learned that what applies to her doesn't apply to whoever else in the castle. her leaving the castle isn't a cause for concern for the king and queen — it hasn't in years. but pushing the envelope might be something she's toying with more recently. most recently, her night away only caused light questioning from her sisters, bless them, and nothing else. who knows, maybe the family truly has no use for the princess orchid anymore. either way, her trip into the woods today comes with much more packed away. is ready this time to stay, to be a proper guest to bevan's cottage, to be useful in some sort. situates her horse pinecone, knocks before she enters, and then starts to put herself to work. cleans the floors and organizes the space, fills her time with tasks that would cause concern to anyone from the castle. by the time she hears his footsteps, bailey is happily nursing some boiling water by the hearth, and she turns to look at bevan as he enters. "firstly, i've told you before, it's just bailey, ser bevan. i'll repeat that as many times needed." stands up, straightening out her skirts, her smile widening. "and just like i hypothesized the last time, there was a wonderful lack of concern for my overnight whereabouts." shrugs her shoulders. "so, no bounty."

[scftbound]

dante let out an amused chuckle at her words . it really did sound as if he were dragging her off to be tortured . " i wouldn’t be bringing you here if it wasn’t important , i promise . " he smiled and slid his hand over hers , lacing their fingers together . " people need to see us . they need to see how ridiculously in love we are . we both need them to leave us alone and this is the best way to make that happen . " dante glanced around the room , quickly locating the people this little performance was meant for . " how much are you going to hate me if i ask you to dance with me ? " a teasing smile tugged at his lips as he looked back at her .

[gotwcird]

the sigh charlie let out was probably unnecessarily heavy, but it conveyed the weight of her reluctance. what didn't come with reluctance though was the way she held dante's hand back. it was warm, and at least it made her feel safe. it took her a moment to consider his words, but the next sigh from her was out of defeat. "i hate that you're right about that." knew the whole point was to make people know, and that wasn't possible if they became an accidental secret. the moment he mentioned dancing though, charlie's expression crumpled. "do we have to? i would hate you even more than i usually do, by the way." charlie was a dancer, sure, but party dancing was a beast she hated. "god why did i agree to this—"

[tipsys]

sometimes his mind goes back to the way they met, and just how interestingly things have developed since that first group lesson he modelled for. corey was professional, don't get him wrong, but the man can only sit & pose while his artist sits on her chair, absolutely squirming for so many weeks before starting to lose the plot a little. that isn't to say he is going to be the one to act first, no, he just keeps raising the stakes a little bit more each week. "yeah, of course. you probably would want to nail in some of that work you started last week. i remember that being your area of interest after all." smirk never once falters as the words are spoken, and gaze firmly meets hers. shrugs off the robe, leaving him bare in front of jester. palms are flat on his thighs for a second before shifting legs apart slightly. "again, you want any specific poses, jest?"

[gotwcird]

it's not as if this is her first rodeo. she's seen the men around her mama growing up, mostly on accident; had access to the internet maybe too early and a penchant for loneliness. a dick is the least of her problems. she's been drawing them for too long too at this point, her webcomic going on for years. but this is corey's dick. emphasis on corey. the man she finds herself dreaming about daily, the one that does nothing to help her growing obsession with his actions. not that she'd stop them. far from it, really, it's just hard to act casual when all jester wants him to do is smooch her right now. and the use that dick on her. "right," she squeaks out in response, his euphemism hitting her right in the gut, making her have to look down at her lap. words are usually so easy but they're lost to jester right now. by the time she looks back up again, he's derobed and her body just burns hotter. "poses? yes, poses!" fumbles with her sketchpad, adjusting her hot bum on her sear. "um, you could totally like stay like that maybe leaning back a bit? i don't know like manspread a little?"

[vicedmuses]

at this point, he knows it's not only about survival. they could have ran away after the first time they hooked up and he didn't kill them. so he's going to enjoy teasing them about how much they like this. "i do, but not as much as you seem to like coming back for my cock time and time again." the blond grins as he moves his right hand over to his hair. he brushes his finger through their locks, grabbing onto a fistful. "your mouth. i want you to suck me off so good that i can't hold myself back before i fuck your brains out." lorick tugs on hansol's hair, bringing him closer to his shaft. "unless you don't think you can take it all. then your holes are fine." he leaves the challenge out there in the air, a shit eating grin on his face.

[gotwcird]

hansol hums thoughtfully. "because it's a good cock." granted, one of the only ones they've had, but lorick has unlocked something in them that feels . . . greedy. finds themself grasping for any chance to see him again, maybe even more on days they can smell the blood on his skin. gasps softly when he grabs a handful of their dark hair, hips twitching as he speaks, the likely possibility making their mouth water. he's throbbing already, aching to be used, but the challenge unlocks something in them. a need to serve, to satisfy. "okay," sol simply says before, without breaking eye contact, they stick their tongue out and lick a slow, indulgent strip up lorick's girth. reaches his tip and lets a line of spit fall down and coat the top before he's wrapping his lips around him and moaning.

[tipsys]

eyes flutter shut at the feeling of the hands brushing against her face, and she even moves into the touch ever so slightly. "i love you too, ells." doesn't miss a beat in saying it back as eyelashes flutter as she looks up at her. blows her a kiss, followed by a wink, before gaze drops to the sight directly in front of her. manicured nails undo the clasp of ellie's pants before pulling them down their hips. hums gently before leaning forward, placing a kiss against their underwear.

[gotwcird]

never gets old to hear emma say it or say it back. ellie feels their chest get tight with warmth, the kind that feels like their whole body wants to squeeze with affection. but they know better than to move right now. bites down on their bottom lip as they watch her undo their pants, hand sliding to rest on the back of her head. "fuck," she whines softly, feeling the kiss even through the fabric, length twitching in immediate response, as if her body knows exactly who it is. "take off the whole thing, em."

[scftbound]

with her eyes closed , sofia let herself enjoy being taken care of . her body was still pleasantly tingly from everything that had happened earlier that evening . she had always felt safe and comfortable around vishal . the brunette smiled as his fingers moved through her now mostly dry hair . " no , no . it’s perfect . thank you . " sofia turned her head to smile at him , twisting the ring on her other hand . " if i knew this was the kind of treatment i’d get when the water in my apartment shuts off … " she trailed off , a soft chuckle filling the room . " everything is perfect , vish . "

[gotwcird]

his mouth quirked up into a smile at her confirmation. felt sofie's own expression make his heart leap up to celebrate. found it hard to believe what happened, happened — but it did and he wasn't going to mess up the aftercare. "hey, you would've gotten this treatment even if your water was fine," vishal replied lightly, busying himself by storing the hairdryer, trying not to get nervous all over again, "but i'm glad you like my hospitality." with everything stored, he looked at her for a moment, then chuckled before surging forwards and ducking to plant a kiss on her lips. chaste, but sweet, a kind of showing that this was what he wanted to help her with all the time now. he chuckled as he drew away, "i hope that was good too?"

[tipsys]

nothing specific has spurred her on other than a day off without anyone by her side. hands reach out to ellie's waist in order to tuck fingers into their waistband. "just missed you." said in a sing-songy voice as she tugs her closer. "is that a problem?"

[gotwcird]

they smirk. "missed me enough to greet me like this?" makes no qualms either when emma tucks fingers into her waistband to pull her closer, but doesn't move any other way. just looks down at her, far too pleased and warm from the familiar angle. "not a problem at all, emmy." waits patiently for her next move, but can't help but tuck some stray hairs behind her ear. "love you, silly."

[loveshard]

her confession made his heart crawl up into his throat, nearly choking him on impact. he hadn't expected that. didn't expect that at all. she was always blunt—always said exactly what she meant, even when it cut. maybe that's why he liked her so much. that honesty. the way she didn't play games. and now she'd gone and ripped open her own chest, handed him the bloody mess of her heart, and he wasn't sure if it was something to run from or toward. maybe it was a bit of both. he tried to bark out a laugh in response, but ended up bruising the sound into her shoulder to avoid her gaze, wanting to bruise her everywhere else, too. he lost the rhythm for a moment when he thought too long about it, nearly buckled, then caught himself with a hand braced against the arm of the couch, knuckles white on the torn leather. he pressed his forehead to the curve of her shoulder and rocked into her, harder, deeper, the couch's battered springs singing beneath them. if this was obsessed, then he wanted her addicted. "coulda fooled me," jason rasped, words losing shape on her skin, "you've been ghosting for weeks. figured you'd moved on, went back to better, less fucked up hobbies."

[gotwcird]

his avoiding her gaze doesn't hurt so much as it motivates her, punctuated by the way his body bucks then fucks in faster. knows what it means, that her confession hits better than she thought it would. wanted to speak again, but words became lost in jason's hips, hitting exactly where it would make sparks go off behind her eyes, a cry ripped out of her throat from the unrefined pleasure. "jason—" was all she could manage, a weak pushback in how her body swallowed him whole, in the heat that overtook her. the melody of sounds, of his voice and words, and the couch groaning from their efforts — all of it overwhelmed her in her best way, gave credence to instinct and indulgence. reminded her why she'd avoided him for awhile, though his claims made her whine. "not weeks!" cassie huffed, nails digging into the arm across her chest, the other reaching to grasp and squeeze at the swell of his ass. "eight— gah, eighteen days." eighteen days, just shy of three weeks. she'd been counting. of course she'd been counting, denied it in the moment, but knew number in the back of her head. it didn't stop her though, cassie refused to, her hips rucking back into him, top leg lifted to allow jason open access to fuck harder. another tight noise escaped her mouth. "want you so much. i couldn't fucking do it."