#gildedenvy

[osbxrne]

@gildedenvy said: “All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn’t be that hard but. . . it is.”

They’ve been at this for a few days now, this gig of writing and reviewing. Heretics, that’s what they are now. Admittedly, it’s kind of fun to talk about something other than her pregnancy or the weather. Sometimes they even get into topics such as these, talking about their places in Gilead. Seems Serena isn’t quite satisfied with her place here either. Wives have bad things too, the handmaid has to remind herself. ❛ May I be frank? ❜ She wouldn’t await her mistress’ permission, instead just move forward.

❛ It sounds like you’d be much happier outside of Gilead, Serena. You aren’t built for this world. ❜ Anyone who wasn’t a Commander couldn’t thrive here, she’d argue. ❛ Why don’t you leave? Have you ever… thought about it? ❜ This was dangerous territory she was entering and June knew it.

[euphemoria]

closed starter → millie && kamal ( @gildedenvy )

"God, you are such a bastard!" Millie can barely contain herself, adrenaline and anger coursing like a dangerous cocktail of electric and wildfire through her boiling veins. After days of being punished by the Council for 'missing' her patrol, night after night after boring night of being forced to stake one measly fledgling vampire after another, the agitated blonde had been itching for a good fight from a high level demon and the rogue slayer had just stolen it right out from under her. Quite literally. "That was my kill and you think you can just waltz out of the darkness like some — some..." Her words trail off, replaced by a breathy scream of frustration.

She hasn't forgotten. Can't. Her every idle moment has been spent thinking about Kam and that night on his lap with smoke swirling around them like unholy incense. The things that happened. The things that hadn't but still could with the wicked imagination the slayer has in her secret keeping. She reaches down with her hand to (needlessly) help him up from the cemetery grounds only to roughly push him away by the chest once he'd found solid ground for all of her troubles. "You really do need every square inch of your ass kicked." Not that she didn't know he could put up a good fight. Even with her Slayer healing, the worst of her battle wounds had only just now begun to fully fade. What they'd done had been absolutely depraved and the taste of Kamal's blood still lingered on her tongue like sacrament. He'd brought out something in her that she was having a hard time locking away again.

"So are you playing Good Slayer, now?" She has to curl her burning palms into fists, forcing them to stay still against her svelte hips as she lets her gold-flecked gaze rake over him at her own forced leisure. "Because if it's roleplay you want..." She simply allows the insinuation to hang heavily in the air, the dangerous promise of something dangling like Tantalus' fruit.

[slashcrz]

closed starter for -> @gildedenvy inspired by this.

limbs were tangled in a sea of bodies slick with hair spray and body glitter. bass thrummed into the ground from the distance, and it was hot in the tent, air warm and thick and full of sleepy breathing. and, of course, the little muffled moans coming from under his hand roman had just clamped over her mouth to keep her from waking everybody up. somewhere to the left, her boyfriend gave a deep snore, and rome pressed a little harder in his slow, lazy circle over her clit with a single finger. it was a brutal, endless tease. " you have to answer me... do you want me to really touch you? make me do it, prove you want it so bad you'll let it really count. " he smirked in the darkness, licking just behind her ear. " or rub yourself like a little slut on my fingers until you're cumming in your panties on my finger. "

[kittywriites]

— closed ;; @gildedenvy — based ;; x

The loaded question brought a soft chuckle to his lips, and James couldn't help the way his eyes traced down her form before he caught himself, glancing down between them instead. "I think...that you know exactly what I think of you." he said softly. "And that's why I think we should probably call it a night."

[neverhcme]

closed starter for @gildedenvy

"You're adorable." Kali giggled before slowly shaking her head. "But the answer is still no. No matter how much you beg me to change my mind."

[breakingpromises]

@gildedenvy

Open starter call starter

To hear that the woman beside him had never been eaten out shouldn't have come as quite the shock that it did. Fallon was more than well aware that most of the male population sucked when it came to reciprocating the act of oral or just plan refused to do it at all. He had thought that she would have at least had a friend or maybe experimented with someone who would have provided some pleasure. But, no. There had been no one and nothing. It was a challenge presented to him. The movie was long forgotten and he had dropped to his knees before her, reaching under the blanket to pull away the fabric that kept her hidden. All while grinning and ignoring the stare or surprised questions. Never had they crossed that line before as friends. That wasn't to say that he had never thought about it but the fact that she had just revealed to him needed to be corrected quickly. Maybe the little bit of a dry spell because of the hours he qas putting into the shop also has an affect on how quickly and out of the blue that the decision had been made. That was well over ten minutes ago and Fallon hadn't come up for air yet.

His tongue flicked against her clit repeatedly, alternating between fast movements and slower ones as he learned just what she enjoyed and what movements made her squirm more. He was hard, his cock pressed against the seam of his jeans but entirely ignore. Humming against her lower lips, eyes traveled up to focus on her face, seeing just what she thought about the entire act and his enthusiasm. His plan wasn't to leave his place between her legs until she was begging for him to stop. And even then, he may not. This needed to be a memorable first experience and he was enjoying the taste on his tongue and the sweet sounds that she was making.

[l4stlightleft]

unsolicited starter for @gildedenvy + ivy calder

based on: this plot

featuring: new muse, grace cadieux

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞   𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝   𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧   𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬   𝐢𝐯𝐲'𝐬   𝐛𝐞𝐝,   having   let   herself   in   with   her   spare   key.   a   dramatic   sigh   tumbled   from   her   lips,   dressed   to   the   nines   and   —   up   until   about   forty   minutes   ago   —   feeling   beautiful.       until   —   "so...   guess   who   just   cancelled   on   me,   again,"   bottom   lip   pouting,   hiding   her   genuine   disappointment   behind   a   flippant   expression.   "i   just   spent   an   hour   on   my   hair,   make-up,   i   even   bought   this   new   dress,"   maybe   she   was   getting   her   hopes   up   too   high,   but   she   just   wanted   to   feel   special,   like   a   priority.

𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐨   𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲   𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛   to   be   as   excited   to   see   her   as   she   was   to   see   him.   it   was   never   the   case.   she   rolled   over   onto   her   stomach,   blonde   curls   haloing   her   face.   "sometimes   i   don't   know   what   i'm   doing   wrong,   like,"   her   gaze   fell   to   her   hands,   fiddling   with   the   rings   on   her   fingers,   the   soft   pink   polish   on   her   nails   specially   chosen   to   match   the   dusty   pink   on   her   eyelids.   "—   maybe   there's   something   wrong   with   me."    deep   down   in   her   gut,   she   was   pretty   sure   that   if   she   checked   caleb's   snapchat   she'd   see   he   went   out   with   other   people,   probably   in   the   corner   of   a   club   cuddled   up   with   some   girl   he   told   her   'not   to   worry   about'.

"𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚   𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠   𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?   drink   some   wine,   and   watch   something   —"   god,   help   distract   me,   her   eyes   were   saying   as   she   wriggled   closer   and   laid   her   head   on   ivy's   leg.   "we   can   turn   your   bed   into   a   blanket   fort   again.        i   brought   my   famous   pot   brownies,"   she forced her   tone   upwards,   playful   and   melodic, hiding (or trying to hide) her shattered ego.   she   just   didn't   want   to   be   alone,   and   the   only   person   she   had   wanted   to   see   was   ivy.   obviously.