#genreslutty

[hangtenn]

@genrcsavvy / @genreslutty sent in: In someone else’s bed.

oh, lennon should be feeling a little bad right now. it's not necessarily the classiest thing in the universe, you know? ( sleeping in someone else's bed at some after party. ) but she had to have her. she had to have colette. maybe it was the mixture of the adrenaline from the show they had both gone to. maybe it was the few beers she's had through out the hours. maybe it was just the fact that colette looked at her with those big eyes and she just couldn't help herself.

though, one thing led to another and ( with a lot of giggling ), lennon managed to get colette out of her pretty bra and underwear, almost feeling self conscious in her tan bra and spiderman panties but she didn't dwell on it. lennon finds herself tucked between colette's legs, kisses being pressed to her inner thighs as she peers up at her through a mess of blonde hair.

"do you think i can make you cum before someone catches us?"

[vioporn]

It's his black flannel, the one that has a few holes and rips and some motor oil stains that won't come out. One of his favourites. "Oh, aye?" Eisen's eyes linger over the open space where Sadie's left it unbuttoned. He gives her a coy smirk, leaning back in his seat and spreading his legs. His palms pulse green and he clicks his fingers- the buckle on his belt undoes itself. "Come get it, then, sweetheart."

her tongue draws against her bottom lip, fingers playing at one of the buttons. there's something coy about it; the way she saunters over to where he's sitting. of course, she's going to treat him well. she's always been the kind of person to give as much as take. sadie leans over to meet eisen's gaze.

there's a sparkle in her own.

" mh, not yet. " she runs a palm over his zipper, the warmth of her hand seeping into the fabric. her touch is gentle as she kneads-- enough to tease but not enough to do anything serious. sadie's other hand presses into his thigh. " won't you kiss me first, daddy? please? you know i don't like to be fucked without being kissed first. "

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[runecast]

@genreslutty : ❝ Look at the state of you, what a mess you are. ❞

look at you. mark'd laugh if he could. he doesn't want to look at himself too hard unless he sees something that would make his stomach turn with disgust. it's easy, however, to forget everything when eisen's fucking him into the material of the couch. mark swallows hard, fingers curling into one of the couch cushions. there's the beginnings of floating, the pressure of eisen's stomach against his own lower back keeping him from fully floating away from his body. it balances between staying here presently and somehow entering a third-person view of their melded forms.

either way, mark doesn't think he'd complain. he's definitely not going to complain when eisen pins a hand behind his back to give him more leverage.

" fuck. are y'gonna ... come inside me. please, eisen. " he doesn't like to beg, not usually, but when eisen's making him feel this good, it's easy to ask. " please. "

[hagiophagya]

[ DENY ] from Ariadne <3

[ DENY ] — sender edges/denies receiver their orgasm

the coil at the pit of lucy's stomach is so close to snapping, his nails digging into the flesh of ariadne's shoulders as she fucks into his cunt. it's so good and she's so close, teeth biting into the inside of his cheek as he feels the beginning of the orgasm's crest.

that is, until ariadne pulls out with a laugh. lucy whimpers in response, fingers digging farther into her shoulders. " oh my god, i fucking hate you. " he doesn't, but it's the first thing that slips out. " no, no. you can't stop there. i was so close, baby. " frustrated tears pinprick at her eyes (mainly because her pussy is throbbing with the denied orgasm). " you're so fucking mean to me, ariadne. i'm going to get you back for that. " @genreslutty

[hagiophagya]

cont. @genreslutty

the strain of fucking ariadne is evident in the tenseness of her lower arm, yet there's a part of him that wants to stretch her limits. it, of course, is replaced by the ache of a hurt forearm, the feeling of ariadne sinking her teeth into lucy's other arm. it's quite a beautiful thing to watch someone fall apart, doubly so if they're as pretty as she is.

" there you go, sweetheart. " it's a slur, almost, as she watches the other drink from the wound like a tap. his mouth opens into a satisfied grin, tongue rubbing against a canine tooth. for a moment, she wants to ... dispose of that son of hers just to give her the opportunity to yell as hard and as loud as she wants. another rational part of him says it's a bad idea and therefore, should be pushed away. he shakes his head before removing her arm from ariadne's mouth, replacing it with her own. she's slick between his own thighs, the past hour focused just on ariadne.

" -- you taste good. " her own rose gold blood paints her mouth just the way it does ariadne's. " do you think you could give me another one? you're just so gorgeous when you come. i just love to have the image. "

[eurosleaz]

one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background,  movie forgotten entirely.  frommmm eisen

sadie usually isn't the kind of person to have anything come between her and her movies. however, if the movie's boring as hell (as this one is), she's more willing to forgo her own rule ... which is why she's naked in eisen's lap, his hands warm on her sides and mouth suckling at her breasts like he can't get enough.

her own hands are gripping the back of the couch as she rides him, the sounds of flesh against flesh loud in the room. her moan is loud. teeth biting down at her lip to stifle it. " mh, god-- baby. " it's a low murmur, the rasp of her voice evident. " you gonna ... want you to use me, baby. can you do that? "

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[tilldeaths]

@genreslutty asked: clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . from Colette to Clem - genreslutty

Clementine was struggling to keep her composure in the dark theater hallway. Whatever chance she had at catching the end of the show was long gone, but she couldn't find it in her to care -- not when she had someone's hand underneath her dress.

She didn't even know her name. That was usually an unspoken requirement for a hookup, but exceptions did exist, especially when it happened so suddenly. And to think, she was annoyed by being stood up just an hour before.

"F-Fuck, I -- ..." she panted, trying to find a place to hold onto. Her body was growing warmer by the second, and she was worried she was going to attract too much attention if she made the noises she wanted to. Quickly she pulled Colette into a kiss, knees buckling as she came.

[eyestory]

❛  you won’t be able to walk straight after i’m done with you.  ❜ lucybill moment

her tongue peeks out from between her lips, the corner of her mouth turning upward. there's a certain amount of humor on her features, like lucy's finding this whole thing delightful. in a way, he does-- the hunt, the capture. it sends a thrill through him, pulse pounding in his neck on double time.

she can smell the blood on his hands, everpresent and stained, as he grips lucy's chin between his fingers. he presses into the flesh, pushing his head into the wall behind him and she giggles, something high and light. " you think so? " there's a dare in his tone, in his eyes. this is all a game to them. " because i don't think you're going to follow through on your promise. " another laugh. " what are you going to do to me, baby? "

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