#ncvitiates

[fawnrust]

𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡: @ncvitiates 𝔴𝔥𝔬: jamie dwyer, she/her, 24, pansexual, submissive, graduate student

"do you think they wash these in between guests? or is every one brand new... i don't see how it's sustainable to offer every guest a robe and slippers, financially or environmentally." she was still exploring his hotel room even after he'd called in and ordered them half the hotel restaurant's menu, marveling over things that must've been commonplace to him by now. things like the complimentary robe and slippers she'd found in the closet— two sets, each monogrammed with the hotel's logo in a satiny cream thread that popped against the plush white terrycloth. it would've felt amazing on her bare skin straight out of a scalding hot shower in that unnervingly bright bathroom full of mini toiletries, but she'd settled for layering it over the same clothes she'd been wearing since ten in the morning. "jesus christ— nine dollars? nine dollars for gummy bears? this bag is the size of my hand... i have small hands." the only thing she could compare it to was her family's one trip to disneyworld when she and her siblings were several years too old to properly enjoy the costumed characters roaming around the theme park and all her parents did was complain about the exorbitant prices. five dollars for a bottle of water? is that legal? "oh my god." turning back to face elliot, she held up the smallest bottle of grey goose known to man, jaw dropped in an exaggerated look of shock. "guess how much this is. this barbie sized bottle of vodka."

[fawnrust]

𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡: @ncvitiates 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡: after a brief flirtationship, mj has passed on her number to her fry cook crush and invited him to take her for a drive. 𝔴𝔥𝔬: molly jean "mj" gribble, she/her, 26, bisexual, switch, former pageant queen/restaurant hostess

with the warm summer air whipping her hair into a tousled mess and the sweetness of a strawberry milkshake on her tongue, mj felt her night couldn't get much better. her mother's nagging had gone quiet, fears of what her friends might think pushed all the way to the back of her mind as her focus became consumed with that warm fluttery feeling in her gut that she only felt when she was alone with a double cheeseburger and large curly fries. setting her milkshake back in the cupholder, she glanced at the greasy beanpole of a man sat in the driver's seat with a wild grin before unbuckling her seatbelt and sticking her head out the open window, leaning half out with the hem of her dress fluttering up in the wind and exposing the swell of her ass cheeks. "holy shit!" she hollered, squealing in pure delight so her voice echoed against the walls of the tunnel they were driving through. "it's like a rollercoaster!"

[tipsys]

closed for @ncvitiates ( c. )

it is an honour... he spoke those words to her prior to his departure. when they took a moment together before joining the official envoy, one more intimate and reflecting the tenderness of their bond together. she so desperately wanted to act far below her years, throw a fit, refuse to let him go. snuck into the war room at night time the first week after he left to see where his squadron was supposed to be and calculated how long it would take her to get there. how far she could get before her family noticed. it was seeing llewelyn's strength that day that ultimately had her keep it together, but that did not make it any easier. "there were other knights that could have gone in your place. knights without a royal assignment." it is soft as can be as róisín looks down at her lap while voicing the thought. this is as childish as she has let herself get, had the conversation with her father several times over as well. like always, when she gets caught in meaningless emotional trysts, it is HIS voice that pulls her back to reality. gaze flickers back up to him, features calming and relaxing near instantly. "i am glad you are home." a pause, sín pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she weighs saying the next part. his hand coming out to search for hers is what pushes her to continue, arm reaching forward to comply with his unspoken request. "i would like to confess a revelation i had to you, as private as i'm sure my family would like this thought to be kept, i feel that you ought to know... this place does not feel much like my home when you do not occupy the castle walls by my side, llewelyn." blushes but doesn't dare look away from him; wants desperately to show the confidence in this conclusion. chest flutters with the weight of the heavens at the reminder of his injury, a flashback to the day she found out about it. the ANGER coursing through her body when she saddled up to her father's throne only for him to tell her he had known for days... the way the life had drained from her face as she was flippantly told the severity of his status for a moment there. swallows harshly before the princess is looking down at their hands. "i did... my worry was reasonably weighted to the amount of care placed on the person, sir llewelyn." then, a sigh as she realizes he will be told something sooner or later. "though i feel obliged to tell you, i am in a stalemate with my father over the handling of the news."

[fawnrust]

𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡: @ncvitiates 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡: unaware that he's been taking pills to help with his sexual performance, bunny is amazed at cooper's natural stamina. 𝔴𝔥𝔬: bunny passerini, she/her, 27, pansexual, dominant, pro-wrestler

going off looks alone, bunny had expected cooper to last anywhere from five to forty five seconds inside her before he came, and she didn't need a stopwatch to know she'd been proven right. she didn't mind, actually. it was cute the way he grasped onto her hips for dear life, gasping out for her to slow down, though he knew it was already too late. if she wanted him to last, she would've eased him into things or simply opted for plain missionary rather than slamming her ass back against him in doggy position like she was trying to break his hips, but it wouldn't have helped him much either way. she turned back to watch his face contort in pleasure, biting down on her lip to keep from grinning like a jack-o-lantern. "it's ok!" she reassured him before he could begin to feel self conscious. "don't feel bad, it happens a—" his hips snapped back to life, tentatively at first, and then more deliberate, and her eyes went wide before her grin returned. "you're just full of surprised, ain't you, fan boy?"

[tipsys]

closed for : @ncvitiates ( cont. )

it's arguably pathetic just how much the idea of helping guide gus in the act of self-pleasure allures him. sure, it might not be as directly pleasurable for him as being the one to do it, but the end result was still making gus feel good. so, whether it was by oz's hand or his own, it would be a win for their relationship merely because it happened, let alone because of the fact that he was allowed in the room with him at the same time. "oh, uh, yeah---" pulls himself back to reality, a redness to his cheeks as the brunet realizes a few seconds had passed in which he was just thinking about the other a little too hard. but in his defense he was hard. "it's kind of really hot. in my opinion at least... it's intimate but gives you room to explore yourself? like i can guide you but ultimately it's your body, gus, so you can chase the feeling whatever way you want."

[blcssom]

there wasn't much she liked about her father's regular court soirees, but erika couldn't deny the appeal of so many loose lips gathered in one room. it had been her duty for as long as she could remember, attending parties and weaving through shadows to collect information that might have been useful to her father. her soft features lulled others into a false sense of security, certain that such a pretty thing could not understand much less retain their confidential matters. zeroing in on an acceptable target, she watched them pluck a glass off of a nearby waitstaff's tray before gracefully forcing her way into their line of sight. "oh, i wouldn't if i were you—" she interjected coolly, head motioning to the drink in hand. "not unless you're looking to bring an early end to your evening. my eldest brother's specialty: most make it to the floor before they make it to the bottom of their first glass."

closed for @ncvitiates ft. erika liu / detached, entitled, bored fae princess / bisexual

[blcssom]

it occurred to calvin about halfway through their story that he was being spoken to and, with a start, he lifted the cowboy hat he'd covered his eyes with from his face. "i'm sorry, are you talking to me?" a likely conclusion considering there was no one else in the room with them. it certainly wasn't a lack of interest in their conversation. he didn't always understand it but cal enjoyed listening to them speak at him. or, at least, watching their lips move while they did. but he found it difficult to multitask when a thought had taken over his mind. "it's just this shoot for tomorrow—  how do you think a cowboy suffering from erectile dysfunction would holster his gun?" coming from anyone else, perhaps this could have come across as a joke but, unfortunately, the clarity in his intent gaze made it clear that his curiosity was genuine. he didn't choose the roles he was asked to play in front of the camera, after all, he simply... gave it his best. "maybe i need to give him a back story. what do you think?

closed for @ncvitiates ft. calvin grant / sexy benevolent loser / bisexual