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: arousing or appealing to sexual desire or imagination. MDNI, Dead Dove Penned by Swann

[salaxicus]

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[salaxicus]

nasty rapid fire on discord?

the nastier the better. 🫶🫶

[manny-jacinto]

#what's the heterosexual explanation for this?

[crovnprince]

things came easy when they were good. the air around them seemingly lighter and that made it easier to breathe, easier for him to foresee a future for the two of them that was bright and beautiful, where they were happy and the arguments were a thing of the past but, more often than not, that was not the case; and that made moments like this all the more precious. "well, you and i could spend some alone time together that doesn't involve sneaking around if i went with you instead right?" he mentioned, between the grunts and pants from climbing, rather causally for someone who has thought about this for quite some time. he just wasn't great with putting his thoughts into words especially when their relationship was often like riding a rollercoaster, but the fact was he did think about it; ever since beryl disappeared all of a sudden and reappeared like nothing happened. with quick steps, anthony found himself making it up to her window. their faces mere inches away from each other when he decided to steal a kiss from her before entering her room. "see?" he teased, a smile gracing his features. "i didn't slip, did i?" between the words, his hands found hers with ease. their fingers interlocking as he pulled her closer. the distance between them just too much to bear. "now, what were to talking about?"

[salaxicus]

had beryl thought about it? yeah, of course. she loved anthony. that much remained consistent no matter where they stood. that being said her treatments felt deeply personal. which was was seb was so often the person that came with her. at the end of the day they were essentially one person split into two bodies. it didn't feel like she was being so incredibly open with someone else when the reality was that the bond between her and seb meant there was rarely anything that was separate. a giggle slipped out of her when anthony kissed her. lightly her eyes wound around anthony's shoulders. "well..." she began "you were telling me how beautiful i am and how much you've missed me in the four hours we've been apart." her head shook lightly back in forth in preparation of what she was fixing to say next. "my god, you're obsessed."

[hawkaye]

JACK O'CONNELL as Roy Goode Godless 1x04 "Fathers & Sons"

[lemonmancer]

I mean yeah he’s evil and all but what if I were his favourite

[thosemalemuses]

gimme muse a just finished his sentence in jail and he’s lost contact with most of the people in his former life. on the day of his release, the gate pulls back and his high school sweetheart who he lost contact with years ago muse b is in the parking lot.

[somebrokenfate]

Maggie didn't bother to watch him, exhaling her smoke into the air and muttering a 'thank god' as she did. He was infuriating. Being right next to him was infuriating. She hated the mixed feelings that she had in her chest, the feelings of annoyance and affection and anger all swirling togther into one feeling of confusion which just made her feel irriatated. She was even more bothered by the fact that she wanted to know what was wrong, what other shit did he have? Or was he bluffing. She swallowed the words down, bit her lip to prevent from asking anything. She failed, though, putting her own twist onto asking him if he was okay.

"What other shit do you have going on besides me?"

[salaxicus]

Slowly curls of smoke billowed out from between Kit's lips as silence fell between them. He was content with the lack of conversation. Without it he would quietly finish his cigarette, turn on his heel and head straight for the front door where he'd happily head home without her but then she spoke. The slow curls pushed out of him in puffs as he breathed a laugh. Her thinly veiled attempt at checking on him amused him to some capacity.

"Worried about me princess?" Kit turned just slightly to look at her. "Plenty of shit. My life doesn't revolve around you doll."

[fauxpunks]

open to: w & nb.

plot: based on the recent djobrina interaction. drummer & pop princess vibe during the popstar's set and start following each other on social media.

after offering himself up as tribute to whatever she seemed to want, bowie happily played along. his band was playing their set before her, and it just made sense. there was a handful of after parties, and when bowie showed up at one he had been hoping to see her ... of course, it didn't seem like her scene. so he hung out there, his 'memorabilia' stuffed into the pocket of his jacket and glanced down to see a text from his agent. she was following him. he immediately opened up his instagram (which he never looked at) and followed her back. after a few joints and half a beer, he found his thumbs stumbling over the screen of his phone.

bowienewt: great show tonight bowienewt: if you need your prop back i still have it bowienewt: i was planning on hanging it on my wall though 😎

he stared at the phone, feeling like a fucking nerd for even thinking she was following him for anything but the publicity they seemed to garner because of it. but then he saw the bubble pop up, with three dots .... and he went to go sit on a corner, eyes glued to the screen.

[salaxicus]

still riding the high of her set sorcha sprawled across her bed in nothing but the fluffy white complementary robe the hotel offered. her ears were still ringing from the speakers and voices piled on on top of another shouting her music back at her. when she closed her eyes she could see the flicker of a thousand phone flashlights and the bright pink spot light when it flashed over the crowd and landed on him. true, she didn't often pick who she wanted to give the cuffs to but tonight she had let it slip to management that she thought it would be a good idea to include him. after all, they were touring together. she of course kept it to herself that she had this little budding crush on the drummer that she couldn't quite shake free of. so she followed him on instagram while her high was still buzzing and hoped he'd reach out before the night ended. considering the bands didn't mix often and she very rarely saw him outside of shows it felt like the perfect opportunity.

callmesorcha: thank you🥰🥰 you guys were great too

callmesorcha: you wanna make them your trophy? very frat boy of you

callmesorcha: management wouldn't notice if you wanted to keep them buuuttt those just so happen to be my favorite pair

( callmesorcha: i think you should bring them by and i'll thank you with an equally impressive trophy...... )

sorcha's thumb lingered a bit over the send button on her last message. it was risky. she knew only a bit about him and none of what she knew included whether or not he had a partner. the risk of embarrassing herself made her a little less bold and a little more anxious. she back petalled, deleting the message then sending another in it's place.

callmesorcha: i'll let you keep them if offer me something in exchange

[poiseds-deactivated20160110]

a plot where the muses are best friends with obvious sexual tension but they’ve never done anything about it until one night they’re watching movies together like they always do and their hands accidentally touch and muse a just so happens to notice that it makes muse b blush and of course they start being cocky and teasing muse b endlessly like “really THAT’S enough to make you blush wow” and then it becomes a personal goal of muse a’s to see what else makes muse b blush and so muse a puts a hand on muse b’s leg like “does this make you blush” and muse b keeps ignoring them so it gradually gets worse and muse a starts kissing their neck and maybe even slips a hand between muse b’s thighs like “what about this” and it’s just ! lots of tension and teasing and :~)

[redravenapts]

[susierpt]

ok but an immortal couple who break up and get back together every thirty years or so, and they’re messy as fuck, like every couple decades they break up and swear that they’ll never speak for the rest of eternity, until inevitably one tracks the other down and shows up like “okay, i’ve elected to forgive you, we’re together again” and the other is like “BUT WHO SAYS I FORGIVE YOU FOR THE AL CAPONE INCIDENT” and then they’re arguing/making out and meanwhile the rest of the immortal community just groans and rolls their eyes because jesus christ, this again, they have been doing this since the holy roman empire.

[crovnprince]

her words were a cruel reminder on what exactly they were, and as much as anthony wanted to look like it didn't hurt him, it did. his heart, held in the palm of her hands, were being squeezed– no, crushed– by her words. however, instead of exploding and taking her head on like he usually did, he found himself just letting out a sigh. a hand running through his hair as he took a step back. there was no scoffing, no screaming back, no attempt at retorting against what she was saying. just a silent defeat and a broken man. things were only bound to get uglier the moment seb arrived and anthony wasn't quite sure if he had the energy to deal with that anymore. all he wanted was to take care of her even in his own weird and aggressive way; then again, it was the only way he ever knew how to. gesturing at beryl's friend, he muttered, "get her out of here." there wasn't anything more to talk about and anthony didn't want to crack with a crowd watching him. this wasn't the image he had build for himself and the last thing he wanted was his staff gossiping about what went down today. causally, he dismissed the security and took his name card out of his pocket and handed it over to beryl's friend. "let the counter know that your stay is on us. it's the least we can do after all the trouble." with that, he turned his back and left. not bothering to even bat an eye at beryl as if they were just two strangers and not like the passionate lovers they were moments ago. pausing in his steps yet refusing to turn his head, he spoke again, "if seb causes any trouble in the hotel, we'll be making a police report so control your brother please."

[salaxicus]

the phone had only rang twice before sebastian picked up. almost immediately a flurry of angry words were had, some swears and plenty of indicators that beryl had been drinking spilled from her mouth revealing that not only had the situation between them not been pleasant but beryl's mood had soured significantly from where she had started the night. she hadn't heard anthony's request. instead she walked away while speaking to her genuine other half. all the while her friends gathered around listening to piece together what exactly had happened themselves. the call hadn't been long. as a matter of fact beryl, in her current state, had completely forgotten that seb wasn't even in town. he and avery had gone away and the possibility that she'd been interrupting something was high. either way the call ended as quickly as it began and beryl was left to her friends. they had tried to restart the night, this time on anthony's tab. in order to lighten the mood they had handed beryl more drinks, and while she had started to loosen up over time after one drink too many she had lost her balance, falling over and knocking over a glass in the process. the glass shattered before beryl hit the ground. in the attempt to catch herself she put her hand out and landed right in it earning a sizable gash across her palm. suddenly afraid of the fact that she'd been drinking and was now bleeding she grabbed a napkin, wrapped it around her hand and started towards anthony's office without word to her friends. when she got there she didn't knock, she pushed her way in with wide eyes. "i got cut bad. i don't know what to do. it's a lot." the panic was beginning to rise in her voice. saying it out loud had made her realize the gravity of the situation. she was drunk, almost a week and a half out from her last treatment and was now bleeding. "anthony..." she whined

[crovnprince]

anthony could listen to her speak all day if he was being honest. sure, the sex was great and all, but this was why he stayed. it was about the little things. the way they would find a groove and, for the times while things were good, he could let down his walls and not pretend to the be the douchebag the world had trained him to be. "yeah, of course, i would." he reply steadfast and confident as he turned down her familiar street. "did you assume i wouldn't?" if he was given the chance to, he would hold her hand through the entire process of it. every week. every day even. pulling up onto her drive way, he shone his headlights right into her house and blinking it twice just in case she forgot who she invited. the male got out of the car made it to the usual tree and climbed. "i swear i'm not going to slip this time. i actually wore shoes with grip this time." he shouts at beryl's window in hopes that she could hear him.

[salaxicus]

slowly a smile spread over her face. of course when her and anthony were good they were inseparable, she knew that but she'd never thought he'd come to his treatments with her. for whatever reason it felt so personal. so intimate. her heart thudded and filled to the brim with admiration. it was when he was like this, so sweet and delicate with her that she remembered why she had loved him. "i don't know. i guess i never thought about it. seb always comes with me so there was never any reason to think about it." she was still considering it when his headlight flashed against her windows. she got up slowly, dropping her phone on the bed and making her way to the window. she threw it open and leaned out to watch him. "careful you don't jinx yourself." she mused "hurry up, it's cold!" her laugh was loud and full of pure joy as she watched him make his ascent.

[salaxicus]

open to: F

connections: surprise me, no incest.

the glow of kit's phone lit up the ceiling of his room. his ringtone breaking the silence he'd happily maintained while he slept. he could ignore the first time. flipping his pillow over to the cold side and turning his body the other way so he could slip right back into his dreams. he could even ignore the second time, but the third, and eventual fourth broke his sleep and left him irritated. sure enough after ten minutes he was in his car on the way to pick her up though he was frustrated as all hell about it. "get in." he grumbled as he pulled up to the curb beside her. "jesus christ, don't you have any fucking friends you can call? i'm not your uber and i fucking hate favors." he seethed as she climbed in. "put the belt on."

[somebrokenfate]

open to m plot: give me two-sided unwanted love. Both sides are deeply in love with the other and both sides are like ‘fuck, really?? them??? really?’

Two weeks. Maggie had been nicotine free for two weeks until she came to this party and she saw him and she felt those feelings...again. She didn't want to be in love, it made her feel vulnerable and open, but if it was with a nice guy it could be worth it. But him? Of all people? So now she was outside after bumming a cigarette off of someone, watching the smoke disappear.

Almost as if her thoughts summoned him, she heard the door open to the patio and could smell is cologne. God she knew what he smelled like?!

"If you don't leave me alone, I will kick you in the balls so hard that they come out your mouth."

[salaxicus]

Parties weren't Kit's typical scene. He was ever the antisocial asshole which made it a surprise he gets invited out in the first place. It could be almost considered unlucky in his case that people seemed to like him as much as they did. He was already planning is Irish goodbye when Maggie walked in sending a sense of both annoyance and elation spreading through his body. This only irritated him further. It had never been a part of his plans to develop feelings for anyone, let alone her. Something about her unsettled him. Their interactions left him wanting more and less at the same time. Late into the night when sleep was fleeting his mind would wander to her. He HATED it. So much so that he'd began to make it a point to not be where ever she was. That being said, with her blocking the door, Kit slipped away towards the bathroom. Unsure if she'd seen him, he thought if he waited it out long enough she'd make her way into the kitchen and he could bypass her all together. He'd just have to stay out of the way, and the most out of the way he could get was the balcony. What a coincidence. "Your ego is fucking ridiculous." He grumbled, pulling his own cigarettes from his pocket and propping one between his lips. He couldn't just turn around and go back inside, his own pride was on the line at that point. So instead he stood at the opposite end of the balcony. "I'm not here for you princess. Got other shit going on that doesn't have shit to do with you."

[joenateuser]

TYRIQ WITHERS via GQ Magazine