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“—There’s a time and a place, Jean. Right /now/ is not acceptable. I’m workin’.”
❝Yet, you've never seemed to have a problem with it before.❞
❝—When are you just going to tell me I've done to upset you so we can get this over and done with?❞
"I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
Parenting Sentence Memes
Jean let out a hearty chuckle, never in her wildest dreams had she thought Scott would be so involved in every aspect in their children's lives. It was not that she thought he wouldn't care but she had assumed he would be that interested in the twins' clothing arrangements. But he had proved her wrong. Yet again. He was the definition of 'helicopter dad', and at first it had annoyed her that he wouldn't allow her some alone time with the babies but after one rather colorful experience of trying to look after two teething toddlers by herself, she had come to cherish his help.
❝And that's your cue to go change their diapers.❞ She threw the diaper bag in Scott's general direction with a sly smile. There would be not problem in telling the difference between them then. And also it gave Jean the excuse not to do it... after all, he couldn't tell apart his son to his daughter.
[text] Can you make someone orgasm telepathically?
[text] are you drunk again?
[text] the answer is yes.
[distgust meme] [text] *picture of a blue waffle*
[text]: don’t make me throw you into the fountain again.
"I’m a mess."
SEND ONE OF THESE IN MY ASKBOX TO SEE HOW MY MUSE REACTS
Jean had to bit back a laugh after looking up at Rhea. The young blonde’s make-up was smeared across her face and her demeanour screamed: HUNGOVER. “God bless the Irish.” She teased, raising her glass of orange juice in a mock-toast. That’ll teach her to drink on a school night.
"Jean. Why the hell did you let Logan convince you to post this on youtube?" Enigma asked motioning to the sextape still playing on her monitor. "Also: my office? Really?"
How would your character react to finding a sex tape online of my character?
"I-I.. it was meant to be private." Jean’s cheeks instantly turned a shade of red that matched her vibrant locks. Quickly, she closed the lid on Enigma’s laptop by basically throwing herself on top of it as though that could suddenly wipe away all the smut-filled memories that she just endured. "I’m going to kill him." She squinted. "And then again… and a few more times after that."
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KINKY QUESTIONS, MAKE MY MUSE UNCOMFORTABLE—GO!
Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer?
Jean groaned, why was Enigma asking her all these silly questions? It was evident she was drunk and she was feeling kinda tipsy herself but despite that, she wasn’t that far gone and the reasoning’s behind her friend’s constant poking’s was both confusing and startling to the telepathic redhead. “Fine.” She gritted her teeth before twirling her drink in her glass before muttering: “Dryer… it-ah.. has more stimulation for a lady.”
Have/would you ever have sex on a plane?
The younger mutants head fell against the tabletop that separated herself and Enigma, god she just wanted the ground to swallow her up just to get away from these curious questions. Why did vodka and gin always bring this type of attitude out of her friend? Why couldn’t she be normal and just ponder the world greatest questions and not ‘Jean Grey’s greatest sexual histories and fantasies condensed into seven aching questions’. “No.” Jean snapped harshly but then breathed through her frustration. It was obvious she was lying, or she wouldn’t have bit back so hard. “Never.” Liar.
Two things you like [or dislike] about oral sex:
Jean crossed her arms in front of herself and pouted. “Why do you even want to know that?” She spoke levelly before shrugging, throwing caution to the wind finally. “The first would probably be because I’m good at it… confidence is sexy, whomever it is coming from. Secondly, it’s the knowing they’ve probably been fantasying about it for ever long we’ve been courting. And then you are finally allow yourself to give it to them. That’s hot.”
Do you like giving head? (why/why not)
Jean grimaced. “Granted, it’s not my favourite thing in the world…” She lingered off, her eyes glazing over in darkened lust. “But… in the right place at the right time, it can have it’s turn on’s.” Jean shrugged nonchalantly and picking up her drink and taking a long sip. She settled it down before speaking again. “Espically when you know they’ve been deprived of it…Scott was that way when we first-ah.” Did she just say that outloud? Boy, these drinks were working fast. “Nevermind.”
Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?
Jean puffed out her cheeks as she took another large gulp of her drink before hiccuping, causing a splutter of vodka to spray on the table before her. Swallowing harshly, the redhead began wiping the surface with the back on her sweater sleeve before frowning up at Enigma. “I wouldn’t be ecstatic about it.” She chuckled out. “But I wouldn’t have a major issue with it.”
Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)
Jean’s face scrunched up in both confusion and digust. “W-what… NO! No… never.” Shivering dramatically at the sheer thought of it. The first reason being evident and the other because if she recalls her parents had a particular taste in scratchy cotton that made her come out in hives anytime she dared to go near the scared bed.
How would you react if you found out your parents had sex in your bed?
The telekinetic mutant gritted her teeth at Enigma as she squeaked out the question. She rolled her eyes before slamming down on her drink and raising herself from her seat, slightly swaying as she did so. “Ok, that’s enough! I am not going to allow you to drink ever again… if they say alcohol shows your true self then you need some serious therapy, girl.” She huffed as she fell over her own feet in an attempt of a dramatic exit. Damn, pervert.
