#ofpain

[killerfund]

     @ofpain​  sent  /   🔞  ( NSFW HC FACTS ) 

    give him a good ol’ handy in the car. if he sees a little creativity with them enjoying themselves as well. they better hope they are ready for that car to either go from 50mph-95mph to go home. or soon pulling over to handle business right then and there. 

[thornicide]

  @ofpain​​ :     liked for a starter                 ↳               –           [ call ]

the crisp   clacking  of heels make an announcement before adelaide ever reaches the counter :    ringlets of snow nestled into the crook of her long neck  ,    clad in a thick layer of white fur .     she looks severely out of her element ,      stranded like a   winter fox in the sahara  ---  but her step never falters ,      nor does she hesitate to venture within their den .     ❛   how much?   ❜      cheek bending into dainty doll-shoulders ,   she offers no elaboration .    indelicate and oddly casual ,    the question  sits there ,   in silence ,    marinating for a few seconds too long .      she doesn’t smile ,     but her shoulders slouch an inch upon relaxion .    ❛   how much for you?    ❜    

[monogramic-archive]

@ofpain said : “If forever gets lonely, take my hand.” ( from lewis )

     a soft chuckle escapes her lips, head tilting to look up at lewis as mj brought her hand out to grasp onto his. ❝ thanks, you really know how to make someone feel better y’know ?? and i’m always here for you, too. ❞

[monogramic-archive]

@ofpain said:[  DRIVER  ]:          while parked safely, one of the muses climbs into the other muses lap, leading to an immediately intimate situation in the driver’s seat of the car. ( from lewis )

      once the car had been put into park, mj clicked her seatbelt off and climbed carefully onto lewis’ lap. an amused eyebrow is raised, one of her arms wrapped around his shoulder while the other guided his hand up her skirt. ❝ nervous ?? i’m pretty sure we’re alone out here. ❞ in fact she’s certain of that, they hadn’t seen anyone else driving or walking around by the time he parked the car. 

[monogramic-archive]

@ofpain said: [  KITCHEN  ]:          unable to resist, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in the kitchen. ( from jon )

      it was easy to become distracted when jon was around, though mj probably wasn’t helping with the fact that she was only wearing one of his shirts and her underwear. said fabric was about to be slid off before her hand reached out to hold onto his wrist. ❝ wait, wait. ❞ a small laugh escapes mj in a huff, almost annoyed at herself for making both of them have to stop even if it was momentary. ❝ we need to turn off the stove --. ❞

[monogramic-archive]

@ofpain said: [  PARTY  ]:          while the sender and receiver attend a party that neither of them have much interest in attending, they slip away to a quiet part of the venue to have sex together. ( from william )

       the party was boring, to say the least. the main reason mj had attended was because william asked her to and even he looked bored out his wits. eventually the two of them had made their way to the outskirts of the crowd and towards a part of the venue no one else was in. her head tilted, leaving more room for his lips against her neck from her place pressed against the wall. ❝ this is more entertaining than the stuffy party don’t you think ?? ❞ the words are hummed as her fingers card through his hair, pressing closer to william.

[forevaer]

                    @ofpain​  ;  sc.

“saving me was never your job,”   she mutters, her voice soft as her head lulls to the side, eyes searching for some acknowledgement that they hear what she’s saying, even if her own perception of herself is wrong. “it’s rotten work, i know it is. and that’s fine. i won’t think less of you if you stop showing up when i call.”

[forevaer]

❝  who the fuck made you cry i’ll fucking rip their head off.  ❞ ( from lewis for sugar )

their cheeks puffed out with the force of the breath of air that escaped them, their face feeling uncomfortable and tight with the few dried tears that decorated their cheeks. “i don’t want to talk about it,” they muttered, voice softer than it usually was. sugar was usually a bit on the loud and self-assured side, never one to fall apart - they couldn’t remember the last time they’d cried before today - and their weakness wasn’t something they wanted to think about. “it’s...” they swallowed, fingers curling into fists at their sides. “it’s stupid, i guess. i’m probably overreacting.”