#beglitteredpirate

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beglitteredpirate (ಠ_ಠ ask!) Oh Jesus, here we go. ALL the inappropriate thoughts.

Okay, so when Bradford had just come home to visit and he swept Bailey up in a big, spinning hug that first time, he couldn't stop thinking that hugging her didn't feel like it used to.

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Since the first night that Aniah came to the book store and had sex in the fiction section, he's gotten a boner every time he goes in there. He can't not think about her naked on the couch under him. Very frustrating when he's trying to organize titles.

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When it comes to Bailey, Donovan has tried hard not to let his mind wander away from the basic, decent thoughts, but too bad, so sad. When Bailey cleans the kennels, and she's down on all fours while scrubbing, he can't help the blood rushing from his face to between his legs. It's one of the reasons he hardly ever looks up while he's in there cleaning too, because he hates himself for it.

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Donovan's thoughts about Rhea haven't really been inappropriate exactly, but I'm gonna put it in here anyway. Since their first date when he took her back to the castle, in his room, he wanted to have sex with her. If he wasn't SO determined to start a relationship with this amazing person, he would've said "fuck it" and well, fucked it. When her dress was inching up and she was on his bed, oh man. I mean, he could still taste her in his mouth frmo kissing. It took EVERY bit of will power inside him not to just yank her panties off and get in it. I don't think we've established that they've had sex yet, have we? Or have they? Either way, he jerks it probably every other day, and you can bet he's gonna start pressing it soon. I mean, he's already had thoughts of marriage, so you KNOW sex is on his mind pretty much 24/7.

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Gideon's thoughts aren't accompanied by shame, like some of the other guys. He has taken a many pleasure in imagining what Avery's moans are going to sound like when he does manage to lure her into his bed.

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Grace hasn't yet met Dominik, but she's seen him here and there in passing. Some of the other professors were gossiping about his attractive looks and aloof nature. Their talk accidentally planted a small fantasy of being the one who managed to catch his attention despite being widely considered the least attractive female in the professor roster. Those cunts would just eat themselves alive, wouldn't they?

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If Julien is caught in his mind at any point, he's trapped in thoughts of Bailey. Sure, sometimes it's a vision of them sitting in the sun, drinking up the rays with some fresh, tangy drink in hand. But most times, he imagines the new things he wants to teach her, and dark thoughts he wants to voice. Would she like being choked? Just a little... not enough to hurt her. Would she like wearing a collar? Just while naked in his bed. Would she like being reminded that she belonged to him and only him, and how it would tear his soul into pieces to know she ever let someone else love her like he loved her?

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Alice has always been a good friend. Be it when she's beneath him, releasing her pent up sexual frustrations like him, or when she's lounging around with him in his big, decrepit, old house with him. Be it a moan or admonishment on her tongue, she's been - dare he think - his best friend. Despite not really wanting to move things from the way they are, he has fleetingly considered what it'd be like to be married. Most inappropriate, according to Julien.

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Oh, if Lucy had a dollar for every time she caught herself imagining what it'd be like to be one of those floozies Jack puts himself inside, she'd be filthy rich.

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Oh god, queen of inappropriate thoughts. This little shit. Here we go. Let's start with Bailey. Mary has long loved her best friend, but the older they got, and the more Mary has learned about her own sexuality, she's wondered what it would be like to kiss Bailey. Would it turn her on? Would it gross her out? Who knows? But she's certainly thought about it.

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Neil. Even before she finally locked lips with him that night in his bedroom, Mary definitely had thoughts about him. She was once walking around the Lockewood manor in the summer, and passed the closed doors of his bedroom. She wondered if he'd ever had a woman in there, and accidentally slipped into thinking about what he would do if he came home to her laying in his bed. Shame quickly shook it away. She wanted to kiss him on his birthday, especially on the way back home after going out. When she came in that night and found him sleeping in his bed in the castle, she actually wanted to lay down next to him and throw a bare leg over his, but she put herself on the floor beside the bed instead. Since being separated from him, (before being trapped by the CoN) Mary has touched herself to the memory of feeling his erection beneath his pants pressed between her legs.

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Okay, and the most shameful of all: Raphael. WSW!Raphael has only earned fleeting, accidental thoughts. The things he's said have, many times, replayed in her head and pushed blushes into her cheeks. She doesn't know why the fuck her skin gets warm thinking of every time he's scared the hell out of her... or why she keeps wanting to "accidentally" run into him in the hallways. She's fantasized about him getting angry seeing Neil kissing her, and about him getting angry again. Mary secretly loves to makes him mad, despite the fact that he ALMOST FUCKING KILLED HER. Like... dumb ass girl, I swear to god.

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Then, of course, modern!Rafe. SECRET EXPOSED TIME. Okay, so one time, when he was showering in his en suite, and Mary was going to ask him something really trivial and mundane. So she knocked on his door, didn't hear him answer, and opened it. She could hear the shower going, so she stepped slowly toward the bathroom and took a tiny peek. Fucking creeper watched him shower. He was the first man she ever saw naked, and she thinks about it all the time, curious about that image not being half-blocked by shower steam and fogged glass.

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Maybelle's thoughts are less sexual, but definitely inappropriate. They mostly involve locking Malakai inside, and keeping him to herself so that they can spend every waking second together. Every girlfriend or friend Malakai has had, Maybelle has fantasized about murdering. Fire, high places, guns, etc. The method varies.

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Since the beginning, Nyxya has always wanted to have Dominik to herself, but not in the way Maybelle wants Mal all to herself. Nyxya fantasizes about her brother worshipping her, and about using him to do whatever she wants. Her thoughts are about total and undeniable dominance over him as he's such an unconquerable individual himself.

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Interestingly enough, Nyxya has wanted Neil for a long time. I don't even ship it, but this woman WANTS him. She's thought (countless times) about him coming into her office for a meeting about some important, political issue or another, then seducing him slowly until he begs to have her. Sexual power over men; Nyxya is about that life, son.

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Wallas has only eyes for Raphael. Since Raphael became a professor, Wallas has thought about every homosexual thought a man can have. Dirty, shameful (he thinks) thoughts. He's regretted every time he's rubbed one out to the thoughts of Raphael bent over, begging to be fucked in the ass. Bad, bad, bad, and he knows it. You know that shameful masturbation feeling? Wallas is king of that feeling. In the past, he always put off touching himself for as long as he can take it. He'd start off with thoughts of a pretty witch, but the thing that did it in the end, was Raphael.

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" you don't know the first thing      *about being nice do you ? "

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                        “Hey!” she said, and looked up from the open text books to see a fresh-off-work Raphael. Mary pulled her feet out from under her rear where she sat at the dining table, and followed him in his usual after-work routine.

                         “Um, I need to talk to you. Kiiiiiind of important.” To a teenage girl - one in her junior year - prom was one of the most important things there were. Mary dawdled behind him. It was rare she willingly lingered near him, even rarer to start conversation. But there she was, voice pleasant, a little smile on her face. "Prom is coming up, and you know, there's a lot of stuff a girl needs to do that whole prom thing…"

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                     As promised, Damian Darcy hopped into his car wearing that hideous sweater his mother insisted he wear with a broad smile on his face. He did five above the limit all the way there, just ready to fill his rumbling stomach with his mother's holiday cooking, and share an evening with the only two people who mattered anymore. The car pulled into someone else's spot (only temporary, harmless, right?) in the high-end apartment building complex, and quickly whipped out his phone.

[damian!text] I'm here, parked in poor 1A17's spot.  Are you ready, or should I find another place to park and come inside?

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♮ (( Neil to Mary ))

                   She knew that touch could not be real. Neil could not be there with his warmth pressed against her back. All the same, Mary clung to the dream. Her finger pads dragged their delicate caress along his skin. Tears touched the corners of her eyes and hid there at the ready. Her lips dropped open, but what could she say? He was already fading. His heat, his smell, his everything… was almost gone.

                   Her eyes opened to a dead fire. The parlour was cold and drowned in overcast greys. It wasn't her west parlour anymore. It was theirs. Mary laid her laid back down against the carpet. She closed her eyes and tried to dream that dream again.

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♮ (( Avs to Florence ))

He squealed, like a baby piglet who backed into barbed wire. His whole body moved, every single long, awkward limb. Squirming and darting away from the p e r s o n a l touch quick as lightning, but not fast enough. "Y-y-y-y-you musn't!" he babbled. He fidgeted with his glasses, putting them right rather than letting them remain lopsided on his face. "Ah-ah-ah-I'm… you know… germs.. Mhm… Sorry, goodbye!" Florence tucked his head into his peacoat and shuffled away, much the little mouse in that tall form.

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             Fuck, he hated seeing her. It was impossible, even with the hundreds of halls and countless places to be, to avoid her. Gideon thought he could do it, thought he could dodge that passive face of his sister’s, but every time he saw her at the end of a corridor brought him that closer to just…

               “Miss Gyllanros,” he said, a grin instantly turning up his bearded face. “What are you doing here?” In only four, casual, long-legged strides, he closed the gap between himself and the blonde Head of Hufflepuff who he happened to owe a small debt to. He stuffed his hands into his black slacks pockets. Just like that, Grace was as far from his head as a thought could be. Instead, he was flashing his teeth in a charming smile while staring down at Avery Gyllanros. "I thought you’d be gone for the holiday, what with the quarantine release and what have you."