[whordidery-arc]

PRIVATE NSFW SIDEBLOG BY RIPLEY. expect infrequent activity & slutty content.

MEMES.

BRIEF GUIDELINES:

all the regular rules apply. except this time we're friends already and i inherently trust you to be chill and not a weirdo :DDD

im blocking non-mutuals, fyi! follow my main to make friends.

hard-block if you no longer want to interact here please!

we don't have to plot before you send an ask but i may pm you to sus out vibes.

[drunivers]

you tell yourself that the reason for this is simple -- survival, like anything else. you've made yourself valuable to the crew as a voice, a friend, a sympathetic ear; and now it's time to ensure your value to its captain. to ensure that there are no hard feelings over the nasty business with the urca's schedule when you'd first joined his crew. to gage more accurately his sympathies towards you, and, at best, tilt those scales in your favor.

you tell yourself that it is simple and transactional, it has nothing to do with the fascinating twitch of flint's stoic features as he registers you on your knees, and because you are a talented liar, you make it so. (but you watch him as he avoids watching you, and feel the faintest rush of power under your skin.)

you place on hand on flint's knee, feeling the heat of it, the solid-lined truth of him under your palm. the moment of silence stretches, liable to snap, and you say, "nothing, captain." he could turn you away, strike you in a moment. he could kill you for the offense, and yet here you are. you're reminded of the words you'd said to max, so long ago -- i can't help myself: i see an opportunity, i take it.

kneeling on the floor, looking up at him with contrite blue eyes and the tiniest hint of the smile that has served you so well in the past, you say: "as far as the men outside are concerned, i'm merely reporting the daily goings-on." you let your gaze drift, pointedly, to his crotch, and then back up to meet his eyes. "why? did you hear something different?"

[whordidery-arc]

nothing, captain. this isn't the first time you've been blindsided, accurately pinned down for being as you are. who you are. you suppose you can't be too surprised to be caught again. the crew is shameless, a depraved chasm of society, or the lack thereof, and these types of things make few waves. it's entirely implausible that this would be the first time this very room has seen unabashed, wanton acts of desire; however, it would be the first time that such a desire came from captain flint.

you know, like you knows the sun will fall in the west and rise in the east, that this is not a confession from silver. there is nothing romantic about aching knees and bloodstained carpets, about the sea-warped floorboards beneath it. this act cannot be anything other than political, a bargain, a desperate measure. this you can swallow. the only unnerving aspect should be that silver would stoop so low--- but. but, he is bartering when he needs not to. silver's carved out his own spot on the crew, unsupported and unimpeded by you. he cannot possibly think he is in such a dire situation that he needs to fall to his knees.

that is enough to stump you. your face pinches together, book slowly lowered so you can peer down at whatever performance is happening at your feet. you've been divorced from your body for long enough that it's startling to feel the heat of silver's palm sink past your pants. more so, to feel want stirring in your stomach.

a weighty glance at your closed door. you're trying to make sense of a senseless act. a desperate, dirty flail for power. you can't say that you respect it, though, you're finding it difficult to say anything at all. [not when you look back to find that smirk trained on you, not when you've been caught by eyes the color of nassau's sea, not when your knees are instinctively shifting further apart.]

there's a non-zero chance he may use this locational advantage to stab you in the groin, open up a wound that never closes. it would not be the first life-ending blow you endured, overcame. nothing in life is certain. "no- "

you've never been all that interested in fucking to fuck. you are taking a keen interest in silver's posture, in the way his whole body slopes to accommodate the rotation of his shoulder, changing shape so that his hand can rest against your skin. with a stuttering exhale, you abandon the book on your desk, resting your hands at the arms of your chair. let silver take the reigns, let him hold you still with only his palm. let him discover that power is a heady, slippery thing. you narrow your eyes, let a corner of your mouth pull into something near a mean smile. "ought i have?"

[whordidery-arc]

silver’s presence in the cabin, nuisance that it is, is not entirely surprising. where flint goes, silver seems to follow. the moon is high and most men have tucked themselves below deck. the crew has another two days of sailing before they'll even see land, which leads flint to believe this little visit has nothing to do with the fight ahead of them.

@drunivers. silver, for flint. keep reading, don't let me distract you.

his gut is so rarely wrong.

at the sight of silver slinking to his knees, though, he does not feel any sort of victory at assuming correctly. instead, he's finding himself aware that the power, so often firmly within his grasp, is being wrenched away. the man breathes in, quietly, salty air expanding his lungs, and re-fixes his eyes on the passage before him. he can make out the top of silver’s hair just over the book’s cover.

should flint be honest with himself, his attention on the tale had already been waning. his brow had long turned furrowed, the simple act of reading becoming plotting, restlessly churning through ideas, imagined setbacks and their following contingencies.

james flint is still as stone, all too aware of the tense muscles in his legs. his heavy lidded gaze swims over the finely printed words, unable to latch on to any particular phrase. a twitch of his skin, above his mouth, just below his nostril. the curiosity, the interest, quickly becomes too much to bare. despite himself, despite the breezy instructions to ignore silver, he rasps out a question. "what are you doing?"

[snooganshq]

♡  SPICY  ACTION  PROMPTS  ;

send a word for a starter !  add a ♡ to reverse the role !  or add a + for the action to be more harsh/aggressive, for those who are interested !  you’re welcome to specify body parts where it’s ambiguous. feel free to strike out the ones you’re uninterested in when reblogging ! ( all prompts are within a spicy setting, either during sex, or leading up to it, etc. ) 

please don’t use for taboo subjects !! thank you ♡

[  BEG ] ;  the sender begs the receiver to touch them. 

[  BEHIND  ] ;  the sender takes the receiver from behind.

[  BITE  ] ;  the sender bites the receiver somewhere on their body. 

[  BONDAGE  ] ;  the sender ties the receiver up.

[  CHOKE  ] ;  the sender chokes the receiver. 

[  COLLAR  ] ;  the sender puts a collar on the receiver.

[  CUT  ] ;  the sender cuts the underwear off the receiver.

[  DEGRADE  ] ;  the sender degrades the receiver.

[  DENY  ] ;  the sender denies the receivers orgasm. 

[  DOUBLE  ] ;  the sender penetrates the receiver with two objects/toys/etc.

[  EAR  ]  ;  the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe.

[  GAG  ] ;  the sender gags the receiver. 

[ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch.

[  HICKEY  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a hickey somewhere on their body.

[  HUMILIATE  ] ;  the sender humiliates the receiver. 

[  KITTEN  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘kitten’.

[  KISS  ] ;  the sender kisses the receiver somewhere on their body.

[  KNIFE  ] ;  the sender holds a knife to the receivers neck.

[  MASTURBATE  ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating.

[  MORNING  ] ;  the sender wakes the receiver up with sex. 

[  MOUTH  ] ;  the sender slides their fingers into the receivers mouth. 

[  ORAL  ] ;  the sender performs oral on the receiver.

[  PET  NAME  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver a cute pet name during sex.

[  PIN  ] ;  the sender pins the receiver against the wall.

[  PRAISE  ] ;  the sender praises the receiver.  

[  PUBLIC  ] ;  the sender touches the receiver in public.   

[  PULL  ] ;  the sender pulls the receivers hair.  

[  PUPPY  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘puppy’.

[  RIM  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a rimjob. 

[  SCRATCH ] ;  the sender scratches the receivers back.

[  SLAP  ] ;  the sender slaps the receivers face.

[  SPIT ] ;  the sender spits in the receivers mouth / on the receivers face. 

[  SMACK  ] ;  the sender playfully smacks the receivers ass.  

[  SOFA  ] ;  the sender hurriedly takes the receiver to the sofa. 

[  SPANK  ] ;  the sender spanks the receiver. 

[  SQUEEZE  ] ; the sender squeezes a body part of the receiver. 

[  STRADDLE  ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap. 

[  STRAP  ] ;  the sender presents the receiver with a strap-on. 

[  TIE  ] ;  the sender ties the receivers hands together using an article of clothing.

[  TOY  ] ;  the sender uses a sex toy on the receiver.  

[  WHIP  ] ;  the sender whips the receiver. 

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER *  adjust as necessary, nsfw implied

this... isn't my bed.

i'll make us breakfast.

wait, how long have you been here?

did you stay the night?

you're so beautiful like this.

did i give you that hickey?

don't get up. stay right here.

kiss me again.

nice bedhead.

are you... wearing anything?

this was a bad idea.

i've wanted to do that forever.

did you enjoy it?

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

is this your shirt?

maybe you should go.

i had a great time.

if you stay, i'll make us coffee.

i shouldn't have stayed over.

come back here. please?

i've never been like that with anyone before.

there's a bra on the ceiling fan.

did we... actually...?

we could do it again, if you want.

you made me feel... incredible.

was it... okay?

you look beautiful in my bed.

what do you remember?

was i too loud?

you can borrow my shirt.

i guess this makes us more than friends.

this can't be happening.

i could spend the day just like this, right here with you.

is that a hickey?

this was just for fun. it doesn't mean we're together.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

should we talk about it?

what time is it? i'm late for work.

how long have you been awake?

i remember... everything.

we should do that again sometime.

i think we cuddled.

that was the best night of my life.

what parts do you remember?

why don't you stay for breakfast?

was it good for you?

the sex was great.

how do you like your eggs?

are we still friends?

sorry, i've got morning breath.

i'd really like to keep seeing you.

i'm glad i invited you in.

finally... fucking finally.

please don't leave the bed.

don't make fun of me if i walk funny.

this doesn't mean anything.

my friends are never going to believe this.

i don't even know who i was last night.

no one's ever taken care of me like that.

let me help you clean up.

maybe we should forget this even happened.

i'm just going to... leave.

you said some wild things last night.

you're wearing my shirt.

maybe we could make this a regular thing.

am i blushing? i'm blushing, aren't i.

where did i put my glasses?

your clothes are in the living room.

i need a shower.

your hair's a mess.

you make a great pillow.

i thought we agreed this would ruin our relationship.

did i do something wrong?

we were pretty loud.

do you want me to leave?

i asked you to stay the night.

i bet your neighbors hate us.

stay like this.

well, that's one way to bounce back.

what about round two?

don't let go of me.

why don't you join me in the shower?

we can't keep doing this.

we're fucked, aren't we.

how long have i been asleep?

i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.

[drunivers]

billy loomis is a good kisser. somewhere, hell is freezing over and all the cenobites are wearing overcoats over their bondage gear.

how does randy know that billy loomis is a good kisser, you may ask? well, it's because his tongue is presently in randy's mouth, and randy's enjoying it. like, a lot. he makes this sort of embarrassing little noise low in his throat that stu would never let him live down and ohmygod stu is there too. watching this, presumably. jesus christ.

both of their hands are on randy's thighs. they're holding hands on top of him, and how gay is that, randy wants to say, except he's sort of occupied letting billy loomis nip at his mouth like a feral dog. randy doesn't know where to put his hands during the kiss, but they end up on billy's waist, teasing the line of skin between where billy's t-shirt ends and his jeans begin. there's a moment where randy thinks, i'm going to die like this because i never learned how to breathe through my nose during a kiss. i'm going to suffocate, which was probably billy's plan this whole time, because he is a psycho and then billy breaks away from the kiss.

randy licks his lips nervously, keeping his eyes on billy for a moment, watching him glance at stu. say something smart, so they know you're being ironic. "i -- okay," he says intelligently. "yeah. uh huh."

something in billy's sly gaze makes randy think, oh he's going to kiss stu next, and with the childish impatience of someone who wants to be picked first in gym class, randy turns to kiss stu instead, sloppy and unpracticed, but enthusiastically, one of his hands on the back of stu's neck, drawing him down to meet him halfway.

[whordidery-arc]

billy gives him this look, this fucking look man, like he's about to take something from randy, like getting to watch is a gift to stu. if his entire body hadn't gone slack, his mouth might be running. instead, stu's eyes are devoid of light, laser focused on the way their mouths work together, on randy floundering and then accepting and then moving. randy's hand scores a nice patch of billy's exposed skin. stu’s brain is a half step behind the pounding of his pulse. his mouth waters and their lips gleam and he wants in.

stu’s fingers twitch, palm flat to randy’s thigh, as billy lightly strokes at his hand. he’s so fucking turned on his chest hurts and then randy’s got his hands on him, pulling stu in, and stu makes a smug noise.

stu’s kiss is filthy, animal, wanton. he explores his childhood best friends mouth like he’s harrison ford and randy’s tonsils are the temple of doom. his hand in the short hair, blunt fingernails scraping at scalp, tongue thrusting into randy’s mouth in crude mimicry of what he hopes is yet to come. stu kisses like he wants his jaw to unhinge, like he’s ready to devour, like he’s been waiting to do this his entire life. at this point, maybe he has. randy tastes like popcorn and billy and something so specifically randy, something he’s known all his life but never put any thought into. randy brings a new levity, they’re at each others throats all the time, bitching at each-other all day long, and now he's got his tongue down randy's esophagus. everything's gravy.

stu pulls back, "shi-it." he breathes out heavily against randy's cupidsbow, voice taking on a whiny quality. stu's jeans feel like a shitty choice now, pressure only in ways that makes his head spin. his head dips, lips brushing at randy's jaw and then biting down. light, barely a nip, but he feels the bone between his teeth and it sets off something hot behind his eyes. he strays further, all teeth and tongue down to under randy's ear, eyes finding billy's across the expanse of randy's windpipe. a smile, private, and one last bite for the road. "what was that, buddy?"

[whordidery-arc]

several days worth of early mornings and late nights are catching up with her all at once. a new bruise peaks out from beneath her pajama pants, slithered around her ankle. another casts angry purple shadows across her eye socket. the mission had gone on a few days longer than she bargained, took more energy than she expected to give. it went well, of course, but the resulting exhaustion comes off of her in waves. natasha slumps, spine a c-curve, the loose fabric of bruce's henley all gathering at her front. she's listening to the conversation, but her eyes are unfocused, staring blankly at the tile next to bucky's socked foot. both men are in her peripheral vision. it’s not intentional that she’s kept them in her sights. some of the few people in the universe natasha has no need to keep an eye on are gathered in this tiny kitchen.

someone rumbles out a laugh. the spy didn’t quite catch what caused it. that’s alright, though. she knows this routine by heart. the script is memorized, movements blocked. bucky at the sink, bruce leaning against the countertop, nat sitting atop the surface, everyone well within arms reach of each other. the familiar pattern of their voices is nice, steady, as they go around in a conversation they've definitely had before. everyone plays off each other well.

nat blinks to attention with no particular prompting, newly focused gaze pinpointing in on bruce. she’s easily done more on less sleep, so exhaustion isn’t the excuse, but she lets herself pretend it is. he’s bullied out of his spot beside her, insistent hands pulling the doctor inbetween her knees. a break in the conversation, both men leaving space for her to explain her unabashed manhandling. natasha wraps both arms loosely around bruce’s waist, her forehead lowering to rest against his neck. she feels like she can breathe deeper now that one of them is strung up in her web. her voice is raspier than normal when she speaks, yet, authoritative as ever. "carry on."

@polarnoid @drunivers :D

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑿.

[ bed ] our muses have sex in a bed [ shower ] our muses have sex in a shower [ car ] our muses have sex in the back of a car / on the hood of a car [ table ] our muses have sex on a table [ whirlpool ] our muses have sex in a whirlpool [ bar ] our muses have sex at a bar [ tent ] our muses have sex in a tent in the backyard or campsite [ movie theater ] our muses have sex during a movie playing in the theater [ hotel ] our muses have sex in a hotel [ bathtub ] our muses have sex in a bathtub [ dressing room ] our muses have sex in a dressing room at a store [ kitchen counter ] our muses have sex on top of the kitchen counter [ washing machine ] our muses have sex on top of a washing machine [ office ] our muses have sex in an office [ parking lot ] our muses have sex in an empty parking lot [ elevator ] our muses have sex in an elevator [ airplane ] our muses have sex on an airplane [ public restroom ] our muses have sex in a public restroom [ beach ] our muses have sex on a beach [ sauna ] our muses have sex in a sauna [ pool ] our muses have sex in a swimming pool ( public or private ) [ ferris wheel ] our muses have sex while riding a ferris wheel [ barn ] our muses have sex in a barn [ church ] our muses have sex in a church [ cornfield ] our muses have sex in a cornfield [ boat ] our muses have sex on a boat / ship / ferry [ gym ] our muses have sex at a gym [ party ] our muses have sex at a party [ taxi ] our muses have sex in the back of a taxi / uber [ strip club ] our muses have sex in a strip club [ trampoline ] our muses have sex on top of a trampoline [ train ] our muses have sex while riding the train [ concert ] our muses have sex at a concert [ rooftop ] our muses have sex on a rooftop [ garage ] our muses have sex in a garage [ forest ] our muses have sex in a forest [ classroom ] our muses have sex in an ( empty ) classroom [ igloo ] our muses have sex in an igloo [ couch ] our muses have sex on the couch [ office chair ] our muses have sex in an office chair

[whordidery-arc]

@drunivers, from harrow to gideon: "shhh, they'll hear you."

if she wasn’t wildly and painfully turned on, gideon might consider extreme violence against harrowhark. as it is, gideon happens to be wildly and painfully turned on, and the brief consideration of throwing the evil little woman around serves to only make her more worked up. gideon shifts her weight, trying and failing to keep her head on straight. she isn't even being loud. she isn't. harrow is being cruel, needlessly exercising the unbalanced power she wields over gideon. this thought makes gideon breathe out heavily through their nose. they're in harrow's shared apartment, up against the wall cattycorner to her bedroom door. gideon isn't even sure there are roommates home to hear them, but the mystery is half the fun. and, maybe she really is being loud. who’s to say? harrow’s bony hand down their boxers has brought gideon’s already lacking comprehension skills to a grinding halt.

"fuck. harrow-" it’s not a whine. gideon's a big boy with extraordinary bicep muscles and a will strong as iron, she would never whine. yet, harrow’s name is long and desperate in their mouth, their voice obediently brought down to a murmur. she feels deliciously caged in, despite harrow being a head shorter and her whole body containing as much muscle mass as gideon's left calf. harrowhark's freaky little fingers are rubbing at gideon's clit with a precision that makes them wonder if they sell 'how to make gideon come fast, for dummies.' her abdominal muscles tense, brain seemingly left of her skull and reoriented itself two inches to the left. gideon brings a hand to clutch at the bottom of harrow's shirt, the other carefully cradling the back of harrow's neck, and she keens. there is a growing likelihood that she is a noise problem. "shit, this is so hot. harrow, please."

[whordidery-arc]

the day had started off so normal. she’d managed to corral paris into going to the farmers market near her apartment, they’d walked around and pointed at stupid things in the mid-morning sun, sipped at overpriced coffees. it wasn’t going to be anything other than two friends hanging out. . . until, nell noticed paris’ hemmed shirt showed off a tantalizing stretch of midriff and the top of their boxers, and paris noticed nell noticing, and everything seemed to snowball from there. they’d come back to her place and maybe they’d smoked a little around the back and now they’re on her bed and nell is whispering, “we can stop, if you want.”

@curseplay to nell: “oh, we've barely just started."

she huffs out a laugh, just high enough to shed her nerves. she’s hyper aware of the way her chest rises and falls, heart pounding against her ribcage, and it feels like her lips are already swollen. she’s quickly giving up ground to paris, finding herself further and further under them, despite being sat upright only minutes ago.

if there were a time to turn back, this would be it. nell makes a needy noise under her breath, lingering on the sound of their voice, syrupy slow gaze drawn to the gleaming dark brown of paris’ eyes. their hair is slicked back today and nell’s fingers itch to get in there and she wants a normal, easy time so badly. her clumsy hands come up to grasp at paris’ belt loop and nell pulls them down with her as she lays back. paris is laying on the long fabric of nell’s flowery skirt, bracketed in by both of nell’s knees, and one of her hands finally slides up into their hair. she does her very best not to wriggle around, to play it cool, but the warmth of paris against her hips has her breathless and insistent. “okay. show me what you’ve got.”

[whordidery-arc]

my asks were OFF but they are not now. sometimes people (me) are dumb and thats okay

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around ... well, smut. adjust phrasing — mature themes, obviously . )

| -> ( ... ) lightly spicy.

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

shhh, they'll hear you.

i'm serious - right here, right now.

i needed a distraction, and here you are.

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

can i touch you here ?

i have five minutes, let's make this quick.

you seem to know what you're doing.

oh, we've barely just started.

i won't break, don't be afraid.

can't we just sneak off ? no one will notice.

i'm getting under you to get over someone else. is that okay ?

did you start without me ?

[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ?

you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

you have no idea how long i've wanted this.

looks like it's just us here ... privacy at last.

can we come up with a safe word before continuing ?

you're so beautiful, [ name ].

take these off.

you take them off for me.

wait ... won't they hear us ?

don't get sappy on me, it's just sex.

can we try something new tonight ?

i skipped underwear, just for you.

if you tear that, you're paying for it.

i've missed this so much.

you just want me to do all the work ... it's kinda hot.

you don't have to hide anything from me.

tell me you love me ... i won't hold you to it, just say it.

you know what i'm waiting for.

is this the [ piece / lingerie ] i picked out for you ?

feeling risky ?

your scars don't make me see you any differently.

take me to the sofa, i can't make it to the bed.

i want this. i want you.

i don't know how i ever lived without this. without you.

i could never share you with anyone else.

do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower ...

i want to forget. just help me forget.

is this okay ? [ ... ] tell me if that changes, alright ?

you can pretend i'm [ name ], if that helps.

let's make this last ... i want you to remember tonight.

this doesn't have to mean anything.

i want to hear you say it.

do you trust me with this ?

let me take care of you.

right here on the counter ? naughty ...

i want to paint that pretty neck plum with hickeys.

someone's feeling bold tonight.

don't worry, i'll buy you another one.

you turn me on so easily --

say please.

| -> ( ... ) xxxtra spicy.

you're doing so well for me , [ name ].

i thought i told you to [ wait / stay still ].

choke me . i promise i'll be fine .

i'm so fucking [ wet / hard ] for you.

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ...

i'm all yours ... fuck- all yours–

touch yourself for me.

can you come from just this ?

ah-- you're going to leave a mark.

do you want to taste yourself ?

please, [ name ] - i want to come.

do you have any idea how good you taste ?

you look so fucking good down there.

show me where it feels good, [ ... ] right there ?

faster ... fuck, i'm so close.

please, please, plea-

if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

say you're mine. shout it so everyone knows what we're doing in here.

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop-

i won't stop until you've come so hard your legs shake.

get on your knees for me, baby.

are you getting close ? i'm almost there–

fuck me like you hate me. pretend if you have to.

fuck me like you love me. pretend if you have to.

i love the sounds you make ... i can't get enough.

get yourself off ... i love watching you.

come for me. now.

grab your [ toy ], i'm about to rock your world.

please touch me. please, i'll do anything.

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.

fuck, [ name ], i'm coming ... fuck-

tell me how badly you need [ it / me ].

you feel so fucking good.

please, i'm so close.