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{ Elegance } Thaddeus+Jet

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{ Elegance } Thaddeus+Jet

A small smile tugged on the corner of the patient’s lips as she continued the pepper his skin with kisses. She was making it ‘worse’, but for some reason it felt like it was better. Sexuality was a difficult topic for her. She once thought very little of the act, but after years of being exposed to some obscenities she grew to be difficult with it. However, finding a partner that understood her and kept the pace she needed was everything Jet could ask for. It made her feel safe, in control.

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#jet #lathers myself in dirt #nsfw #i am shit at this

{ Elegance } Thaddeus+Jet

With flushed cheeks, Jet’s eyes flickered between his collar and his eyes. Standing there, in his trusting arms, with sweet compliments dripping form his lips was enough to make her happy. The gala was like a glimpse into the future of what could be and what she wanted them to be. Though that wasn’t happening any time soon.

“I think they’re checking off who’s there or not,” she replied with a small grimace. Truthfully, Jet was unsure about attending the gala. The patients were being put on display, like items at an auction or artwork to be marveled. With the recovery rate Eichen had, it didn’t even see like a good choice.

As the warmth of Thaddeus left her, Jet bit back a chuckle. They were still awkward and goofy, like teens in love should be. Her loving boyfriend was everything she needed and more, and maybe her extra confidence was blurring her judgement, but she wanted to be close to him.

Kicking off her heels, Jet joined Thaddeus on her bed. Her legs dangled off the side, with the soles of her feet feeling the cold tiles. “It’s okay,” she said it in a pleasant tone, a chuckle buried in the back of her throat. With her right hand running through his freshly cut hair, she leaned down trailing kisses along his jawline.

Thaddeus sucked in a ragged breath as he felt her soft lips trail along his jaw, his fingers grabbing at the blanket on her bed. “You’re making it worse,” he murmured as he began to sit up.

He looked like a mopey, frustrated little puppy. He extended one hand hooking it around her leg farthest from him as he looked at her with a coy smile. “Yanno, your shoes are off so it’s, uh, gonna take us a little longer to get to the gala. And it’s always good to be fashionably late.” Thaddeus pulled her legs over to his, running his hand up and down the side of her thigh as he leaned his torso over and waggled his eyebrows.

Being this way with Jet wasn’t normal for him, but it made him laugh. Especially whilst he waggled his eyebrows at the woman he loved, holding back the snorts that were threatening to come out.

#jet #shit post by me

{ Elegance } Thaddeus+Jet

With her other hand reaching up to rest on his other shoulder, Jet blushed. She couldn’t help it. He was so him and they were so them. It was nice to feel like a normal couple for once, even if the event they were attended was for the nuthouse that they lived in.

“Ya think so?” Jet replied quietly as her hands played with his jacket’s lapel. They hadn’t been together very long, but through the small conversations they had, it was very apparent they wanted to be together for a long time. The idea of marriage once left a sour taste in her mouth for many reasons, but now it sounded quaint, like it was naturally the next step - once they were released from Eichen at least.

She gladly accepted the familiar feel of his lips. With a small, sad nod, Jet answered his question. “Required attendance,” she sighed. The gala was mandatory for all patients and even staff. It was ridiculous, like an assembly at school every student had to attend and yet part of her was happy they had the opportunity to do something more… normal.

Thaddeus nodded, hands running slowly up and down her sides. She really did look gorgeous. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips at the thought of being with her one day, out of here and she was going to be in another white dress. Sometimes he felt like an idiot when he thought about those kind of things because, hey, no one knows if they’ll ever actually get married one day. No matter how much he wanted it.

A groan slid from his lips, looking down at her. “Do you think they’d miss us? Because I think I have a boner and I don’t really wanna go out there with it like a steel beam. I’m going to go lay face down on your bed until this stupid thing calms down,” he said as he wandered over to her bed.

The patient laid down flat on the bed, letting out a few sighs. “And don’t laugh at me, it’s because you’re attractive. And you look so good. And I want to lay here and kiss y- Shit, now I’m thinking about it, fuck.” A whine escaped him and he shoved his face into the mattress, trying to think about anything but Jet.

{ Elegance } Thaddeus+Jet

Jet stood, looking herself over in the faint reflection on her window. The dress Isabelle loaned her was gorgeous and the heels, although quite tall, were perfect. It was nice to get fancied up for once - to feel pretty and fairly more confident than usual. Despite the modest length of the outfit, she still felt exposed because of her cleavage. Pajamas were comfortable and covered more, but were nowhere near as flattering as her gown.

The sound of Thaddeus’ voice surprised Jet as she assumed they would be meeting at the gala. Her dress flowed as she turned, like wind meeting a clothesline. He had yet to see the white Marilyn Monroe-esque dress she was wearing, but from his attempted comments he seemed to like it more than she did. Small curls bounced as she walked over to her companion, placing a small hand on his shoulder.

“I’m guessing you like it,” Jet giggled as she eyed his hair. The staff did make him cut it, which was disappointing, but he still looked handsome as always. “I think you’re still taller even with the heels,” she commented with another laugh.

Thaddeus had fully stood back up at that point, cheeks flushed as he watched her come closer to him. The look on his face could only be described as awe. “Yanno, you look great in white,” he whispered as her hand rested on his shoulder, a lite teasing tone in his voice.

The teenagers hand reached out, touching her hip to pull her closer to him. “Well, I am quite tall and you are quite short,” he noted, letting their bodies bump gently together. His head tilted down and he caught her lips with his as his other hand rested on her other hip. Thaddeus’ thumbs ran over the material, soaking in the moment because he knew they weren’t going to be allowed to be as coupley at the gala.

“Do we have to go? I’d be quite content to stay in here, especially if you stay in this,” he whined out, resting his forehead against hers after breaking the kiss.

#photo #ehrpgevent006 #this is my first ever manip so pls don't laugh @ how shitty it is okay yes i see the flaws lmao

{ Elegance } Thaddeus+Jet

Thaddeus grudgingly walked to Jet’s room, feeling stiff and uncomfortable in the suit they had given him. It felt unnatural on him and he just wanted to tear it off. He opened the door to Jet’s room, barely even taking notice to her at first.

“They made me trim my ha—” he stopped mid sentence, blinking hard when he took her into full view. ‘Holy fucking shit,’ was all he could think. She looked so good and her skin look so nice, soft and touchable. Then his eyes went to her cleavage and if his eyes could get any bigger, they would have at that moment. Thaddeus realized what he was looking at and shook his head, bringing them back to her face.

His ‘you look nice’ that was meant to come out came into mangled up jumble. “You—so.. Nice. Nice everything. God— So gorgeous,” he wheezed, bending over slightly to put his hands on his knees to try and take a breather. Just seeing her made him feel winded.

#ehrpgevent006 #jet

Every oak tree started out as a couple of nuts who decided to stand their ground.

“Some people do their jobs. A guard got on my case for trying to take a fork out of the cafe. It was annoying,” Jet told, her voice remaining quiet. “I just want my magic cuddles really.”

“I bet we could bribe him, or some shit, yanno? Like, if he were to find out. I don’t think he will. Have ya talked to your new roomie yet?” he inquired, rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand. “Magic cuddles?”

“Really?” Jet replied with a soft smile. Sleeping alone was miserable and restless. “If we get in trouble for cuddles I think we’ll be badasses,” she tried to joke.

#jet #u have no idea how much i dislike those gifs tho #like that movie is rlly weird #):

“Yeah, really. And if we get in trouble for it I will get so pissed. S’not like anyone here does their job, anyhow. We’re gonna be fiiinnee, darling,” he assured.

She pushed herself off of the grass and joined Thaddeus, intertwining their hands and letting her free one rest on his arm. “I don’t like sleeping in my own room,” Jet admitted as they walked inside.

“Then I’ll sleep in your room tonight, the other person can go fuck ‘emself if they have a problem,” he said and pressed a little kiss to the side of her head as he began to walk with her.

Jet thought for a moment. She wanted more privacy, but their rooms could have their new roommates in them. “Can we go to the stairwell?”

“Stairwell it is, m’darling,” he teasingly cooed and stood up, carefully picking all of Jet’s stuff up. Thaddeus then extended his hand to help her up, offering a little smile.

#jet #yet #pet #het #let #net #get #fet #ret

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#jet;#thoughts

She leaned into him, wanting to escape reality through his arms. “I wish I could fix everything,” Jet whispered with a small shake of her head. She didn’t want to cry out in the open and tried to keep the few stray tears concealed.

#jet #this doesnt represent what is going on at all but i am lazy

Thaddeus held her close to him, smoothing her hair down onto her back. He pressed a small kiss to the side of her head, murmuring softly, “You wanna go back to your room, or mine, or something?”

“I miss ‘em, y’know?” Jet mumbled. “I’da done anything for them. RyRy would’ve too.”

“I know,” he murmured and sat up more, pulling her closer to him as he rubbed her back slowly.

“I just…” Jet trailed off and sighed. “I don’t like talking about my family. Well, the kids. I don’t like to talk about them.”

“I know,” he murmured softly, trailing his fingers slowly up and down her arm. “You shouldn’t have to be forced to talk about anything.”

“I hate it,” she admitted. “I know talking is supposed to fix me, but I hate it.”

“Well, I’m good at talking. Not really, but.. You can talk to me, if ya wanna? And not some creepy old white dude. I’m a cute, young white dude, makes it a lot better. Totally.”