#c: bailey

[redratt]

This was my other lust entry btw. Molly + Bailey, before I had Bailey's design down and she looked older. Revenants are good sources of blood, especially if you like a bit of flavor.

[swcctcrbittcr]

open: m/f/nb (multiple) muse: bailey (test muse) plot: she knows your muse(s) is watching her and puts on a show while she tans by the pool // friends, best friends s.o, stepsibs/parents, strangers (at a hostel?), any connection

it's hot out, and the pool was so tantalizing. dressed in her tiniest bikini, bag full of suntan lotion and toys in case she got bored, she was surprised to find the actual poolside empty. hmm, that was fine by her. choosing a chair that faced the windows looking out onto the pool, bailey lays down, taking her time to spread on her lotion, she undoes the string of her top, letting it fall to the side to make sure she gets her t.its covered in the oil before leaning back.

as she does so she notices some faces watching through the window and smirks to herself. she did love to perform. with a sigh her hand runs over her t.its, pinching at her nipple as her hand fishes for the glass d.ildo she slipped in, leaning back as if to tan and bringing it to her lips like it was her very own popsicle. if they were gonna watch, she was going to give them something to watch.

[misaligncd]

status: closed

for: @exsanguinatc

"bailey! bailey! where are you?" called out a voice, making her head lift. her day had been a long one as far as work went. though it meant that she was good for the month as far as money went. since she had worked hard, it meant blowing off some steam at the bar. that was how she had ended up on some rando's lap while he bought her drinks. at least until she realized that someone was looking for her," i've been sitting in the same place for the last thirty minutes! what?" she realized it was a friend of hers who worked the circuit and was being trailed by some guy," there's this guy here who wants to meet you, says he saw you on insta, you will not believe where he flew from!" bailey's head tilted as she took him in before she climbed up," so are you going to tell me where you flew in from? and what makes me so special to you?"

[ciitrustears]

status: closed

with: @purplemccns

from: this

"am i supposed to pretend to be surprised that it didn't work out?" asked bailey," i am not trying to be mean, just honest."

[jbaileyedits]

Bridgerton season 3, episode 1 Out of the Shadows Jonathan Bailey and Simone Ashley as Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton. THEY ARE FINALLY BACK !

[blorbologist]

[ciitrustears]

bailey had known already that she hadn't given him the answer he wanted. if there was one thing that everyone knew about her was that she was honest. sometimes she felt like it was what got her in trouble. by some miracle she had avoided getting into serious trouble with asher. she merely stared up at him as he spoke," did you?" she knew that it was probably not a wise decision to shoot the question back at him. she didn't flinch when his grip on her chin tightened," i didn't say that i did but i'm starting to wonder if you do."

again it wasn't the best thing to say. she knew that, so far, she had always kept herself in check. maybe it was how chaotic the past few days had been or how he was behaving. all that she wanted was to be up front with him. now it seemed like she wasn't going to be able to say the right thing. normally she wouldn't have been giving him such an attitude. she was starting to think that she should have canceled on him. though she doubted that he would have reacted well.

"i've had a shitty few days," she breathed," is that not allowed? to have one bad day? are you telling me that you don't have those?"

The disapproval was evident on his face the second Bailey said that she couldn't shut her mind off just because he wanted her to. He didn't like her disobeying in the first place, much less not even trying to comply at all. She simply insisted that she was incapable, and he couldn't have that. Because she wasn't. "Are you telling me that I chose someone incapable?" Asher challenged, his grip on her chin tightening. "You think that I chose poorly, that I was wrong when I saw something special in you? You think that I was wrong?"

Some part of him wanted her to say that she did think that. It wanted her to defy him so he could put her in her place. Bailey always danced on the edge of rebellion, spirited herself but never quite going far enough that he had to do something about it. That kept the beast inside of him that he tried so desperately to keep under control placated. As long as she obeyed, he didn't have to correct her. But he wanted to. God, he wanted to watch her will crumble as he bent her to his own.

"Go ahead. Tell me you can't. Tell me why you're so helpless."

[davidcxrenswet]

JONATHAN BAILEY as FIYERO TIGELAAR in Wicked (2024)

[toniestank]

JONATHAN BAILEY AS FIYERO TIGELAAR IN WICKED

[swcctcrbittcr]

bailey is perched perfectly on ari's couch, legs crossed under her as she lets the haze of the joint cloud her head and spread through her body. she had been dying to find herself in this position, just the three of them relaxed and ready. she had been the one to suggest the smoke sesh, and thankful ari was more than willing to host. her hands lay in her lap as she looks from felix over to ari, easy smile on her face.

"never, i'm feeling particularly wonderful." and horny, though she figured she would slip that in momentarily. for weeks she had been shamelessly flirting with the two, inviting them out, standing too close at work, letting them catch her staring at felix, brushing against ari when she could.

one hand slowly starts to drift to ari's lap, lazily resting on his leg while the other mindlessly plays with felix's hair. "your shit is strong babe." she laughs, looking at ari. "we gotta take care of our little baby over here though, since he can't handle it." she nods to felix.

closed starter for @swcctcrbittcr

the fragrant blunt was hitting harder than it normally would’ve — or perhaps felix’s tolerance had significantly dwindled since his last smoke sesh. ari’s stash always did hit different though, so realistically, it was anyone’s guess as to why felix’s head felt like it’d been filled with herbal hot air balloon steam. nonetheless, his body felt satisfyingly heavy as it sat relaxed on the floor of his homeboy’s loft, his back against the abstract couch. “coño, i don’t know how you guys expect me to make you more drinks in this condition, this shit is potent.”

“relax, no one’s expecting anything from you right now,” ari called out from the kitchen. his response came mid-rifle — the club promoter had been on the hunt for his fancy bottle opener which had once again managed to vanish from its assigned spot in one of the drawers. abandoning the hunt, he eventually made his way back through the open space loft and threw himself down onto the couch, limbs sprawled out across the fabric like he owned the place, because he did. instead of lifting the back of his head off the couch, he slowly turned it to face bailey, the prized little blonde sat between him and his homeboy. “and you? how you feelin, mami? having as many issues as this clown?”

[redratt]

Bailey [no last name, but if she had one it would be some shit that translates to 'House-By-The-River' in German] having a normal one she's a monster but god damn if she doesn't have her own bullshit going on.

[swcctcrbittcr]

open: m/f/nb muse: bailey connections: friend, roommate, stepsib, s/o, friend/sib s/o, etc plot: xx

bailey had been watching them for weeks, trying to get them to notice her. she had never wanted someone the way she wanted them, needing their hands on her, needing their lips against her skin, begging for attention. and yet they continue to ignore her, never notice her low cut tops, her too short shorts, the eyes she made at them across the room. yet, nothing.

so she figured she had to get bolder.

it was still early in the morning, the other occupied outside, the glass door sharing a perfect view into the kitchen where bailey sat. she'd done some grocery shopping the day before, picking up the most phallic foods for her plan. without a word she slid onto the kitchen table, legs spread wide for anyone in the backyard to see as she pulled out the eggplant, slipping it along her wet folds as she forced it inside of her, head slung back as she stretched around it. hoping they would finally notice.

[misaligncd]

status: closed

with: @heartintact

"am i insane?" asked bailey, her head tilting. she knew that her career would open doors. social media had been helping her get more gigs. she had gotten all kinds of dms from people and brands. she had no idea why the one had stuck out," i mean, they have to know i do the kid's parties but clearly they want me." she went to pull the box towards her to being to pull out the outfits," i show more skin with work but this is different."

[ciitrustears]

status: closed

for: @cherrysugcr

from: this

"you do know it's rude to stare right?" asked bailey, doing her best to not lose her patience," if you're wondering where you know me from, the last time you saw me, i had a tail and a lot of glitter on and it was a kid's birthday party."

[jbaileyedits]

Jonathan Bailey as Prince Fiyero Tigelaar in the first trailer for Wicked For Good.

[bethccassidy]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TIMOTHY DAVID LAUGHLIN! (June 6, 1930)

I seem to be always searching for something to lose myself in completely. It's like we say in seminary, beyond measure.