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hurt my foot while disassembling furniture … disaster butch ?? likely no writing from me today, i just want to nap after this failure lmao

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i know i owe some replies again (and i'm so into so many of the threads i got going on) but i'm moving this month and there's just sooooo much happening, so this is just a head ups that my activity will be sparse for a while !!

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joanne watches carefully; can almost see through brady's head at how she's working out the thought, is curious at where exactly this is gonna go but doesn't want to interrupt with her own assumptions. "hm," she finishes sipping on her own drink, then licks her lips. she could be offended by the calling out of her financial situation, sure, that still being a sore topic of hers even in the context of their... arrangement. but jo's amused more than anything. "i think you can be pretty and still be daddy," shrugs. "it's more about the attitude, at least as far as i see it... so are you asking me to call you daddy in bed, or are you telling me to?"

open to: all, w & nb pref.

plot: based on this ⸺ brady happily pays for every little thing bc she loves the power from it. give me your complete losers, she loves losers.

"you know... guys who constantly fund their partner's lives usually like getting called daddy. because, like, sugar daddy?" she hummed out, taking a sip from her aperol spritz before really turning her full attention to them. "what if i asked you to call me daddy in bed? do i fit the daddy vibe? or am i, like, too pretty?"

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naylah reacts to harrison's flirting just as she does that of every older man who crosses her path in the industry — as if she's sweetly flattered by their attention. it's almost an instinctive reaction at this point, no thought behind it, almost like her years under a certain kind of spotlight have trained her to tend to the ego of these more powerful men. the interactions rarely have any effect past the surface, only ever growing deeper (in good or bad ways) a handful of times in her experience. this time, however, after noticing how she lets a soft giggle fall from her lips, naylah can't help the thoughts of misty that flood her mind. for some reason, even though he's trying to be 'nice', to act in contrast of misty in regards to her profession, she somehow would still rather have it bad with her. "here's to hoping i don't feel like a singer to her on the screen either, then!" her tone is friendly, skirting around the flirtacious context without being brash. "oh, no, i mean — i knew her, yeah, had watched a couple of movies growing up," naylah nods through her words. "i definitely did go out of my way to watch more of them after i got cast... don't tell her that, though! it'll go to her head," it's mostly a joke, sure, but naylah doesn't doubt that would be the effect. it does also occur to her for a second that, as fucked up as it is, misty's seemingly big fucking ego has its... good implications for her, too. fucking hell. "but it's different. seeing her on screen and being around her here." she doesn't know why she feels the need to assert that. it comes off weirdly like she's proving herself, as if she's trying to show harrison, in a fucked up way, how much she actually appreciates misty's presence. the energy she brought to the job. which is even more fucked up when you take into account that less than two weeks ago she was this close to filling a complaint about misty's behaviour on set. that is, before naylah's own behaviour became worse in misty's trailler. her eyes twitch, just a tiny bit, barely noticeable, as she wonders if misty shared that with her husband.

"well, if it were me getting to kiss you on screen, i would completely forget about the whole singer thing." usually it would work on ingenues (and it did... all the time) but he had no idea he was flirting with the girl his wife was up all night thinking about. maybe there was some jealousy behind it, but not because of naylah. because, on the set, he was not the most important person. he liked showing up to projects that his kids worked on... but when it was his wife? he was a little less impressive. "did you know about her before? i mean, were you a fan of all of her old stuff? or is this kinda the first time you've seen her?" her work was a little more niche than his, but misty sure had fans. half of them were men his age who thought it was appropriate to talk about jerking off to her in the 90s. harry often punched people in the face for those kinds of comments, so maybe he wasn't all bad. but he also wanted to tear down the idea of misty galloway so that his name was a little more important to the pretty costar.

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tony smiles agreeably. she knows mrs. galloway, sure, but not enough to agree vehemently or something like that. still, from the little she does know about her best friend's mother, she can kinda understand what ozzie's getting at. vaughn does seem very like her, but in a different font, or something like that. "yeah, she is, but that's what keeps it interesting, isn't it?" in the past, tony likely wouldn't have realised how she sounded when talking about vaughn; like she's the most beautifully complex person in the world, like there's nothing she'd rather spend her time thinking about. now, however, in the follow-up of their recent ... openess, tony can kinda clock her own tone when she speaks for a second, which is why the laugh she blurts out after seems somewhat awkward. she thinks she's selling it, though. "yeah, yeah, yeah, no gambling and no strippers, that's for sure!" tony scratches the back of her neck. "and no all-you-can-eat crab legs, but i did convince vaughn to go to martha stewart's restaurant. can you imagine that?"

"that would make so much sense. they'd never admit it, but mom and vaughn are, like... the same person." which is probably the reason why they got in so many arguments, but ozzie was always there to try to settle the two of them. especially considering he was always at his wits end with his father (and, sometimes, his twin brother who liked to play devil's advocate). "god, she's such a freak," he laughed out, shaking his head. he sometimes wondered if tony would forever just be tony, and vaughn would forever be vaughn and they stayed friends and kept going on trips. neither one of them ever really seemed to have anyone else they'd go on trips with. and ozzie was nosy. maybe not as nosy as sawyer, but he liked to know. "so... that's all you guys did? no gambling, no strippers, no all-you-can-eat crab legs?"

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clara tilts her head a little, acknowledging lucy's point — she supposes she does have one, after all — then shrugs. clara's never been one for pretending humans don't do human things, or for sugarcoating, or whatever else you wanna call it; she's a bit of an open book that way. it is, however, not common for her to just go around spilling her personal beans to everyone. at least not to employees. but unlike other employees, lucy does have the nerve to ask, and clara is anything but a liar. "i did," says casually, clearing not weighted by guilt, even if some of it does exist within. "and she did, too. just not recently. it's a fucking mess that lasted way longer than it should've, so we really should be thankful for the end." there is a chuckle, and then clara shakes her head. "it does say a lot that she had all that to say to you, though. pent up emotions or some shit."

"well, yeah, but she doesn't know that." she responded, a bit cheekily even though clara was her boss and she probably shouldn't be fucking around with her boss. especially the boss that she inadvertently called hot. "so... what happened between you two? did one of you cheat?" she questioned, way too blunt for her own good but than was one of the things about lucy that most people didn't like. she didn't have a filter because she grew up without anyone teaching her manners, and she sure as hell didn't care if she was seen as rude.

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mattie doesn't know what exactly drew her to offering herself to yubin. a deep rooted need to help fulfil her desires? maybe her own peak of curiosity? either way, her heart races and her mind spins, not with hesitance, but with excitement. eyes yubin as she scoots, does the same to meet her halfway. the touch on her neck has mattie smiling softly, shivering gently; knows yubin will notice is much more than the normal person would, and that elates mattie. can't help how it pushes a smirk onto her lips, her hand falling to rest on yubin's thigh. "wherever is easiest for you," says simply, then licks her lips, eyes on the other's. "or wherever you like it best. it's all yours, anyway."

there's very few people that know the true nature of yubin. the hound that lives within her, hungry for blood and violence. and sometimes that hound needs to be fed, to taste hot crimson on her tongue. they were almost shocked when mattie volunteered herself, the conversation going back and forth for days before yubin finally agreed to feed from her. now they're sitting side by side on yubin's bed and she can hear mattie's heart racing in her chest. it excites the animal in her, wants to pin her down and devour her but she won't. likes mattie far too much for that. "you're sure?" she questions a final time as she scoots closer, reaches forward to softly pull hair away from her neck. "you want it on your neck? arm? thigh?" voice flirty now, grin across her face.

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harper breathes in, head tilted to the side, almost as if she's about to interrupt lucy. doesn't really care to know the details of what she's been up to, definitely won't do any good for her self-esteem, so she's glad lucy stops in her tracks. "i'unno, luce, i'm sorry, i thought i was doing the like... mature thing, or something," she shrugs. perhaps that's what it was, a weird little need to prove to herself that she could emotionally take being in a casual, low-stakes thing. she can't, not really, particularly not when knowing the other person is actually owning up to the casual aspect of it. harper ducks her upper body out of the way of what's thrown at her (can't help her instincts), but catches it in her hands. "this is an actual signal that exists?" asks out of curiosity, given that she's already fitting it around her wrist. "you've got it, then. well. i don't have a scrunchie to give to you," it's a statement, sure, but also somewhat of a question. harper doesn't have a problem in signaling to the world some sort of exclusivity — does lucy?

"it wasn't the better choice, it was the most destructive choice. and fun choice. well... for, like, one of them....." she made a face, and then shook her head. "harper, do i look smart to you?" that was a trick question, and she didn't intend for her to respond to her. "well you have a bad way of showing how much you like me. i mean, have you fucking met me? am i a casual person, like, at all?" she huffed out. lucy thought that men were the problem, but now? she was pretty sure she was the common denominator. she reached up and pulled her scrunchie from her hair, letting the auburn locks fall to her shoulders. she tossed it at harper. "wear this. then all the fucking girls who want to fucking fuck you will know that you're already fucking someone else. well."

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tony can feel her cheeks getting a little warm, probably not too much that would cause them to visibly turn red. she has enough self awareness to know it's caused by toby's littl call-out, particularly given the tone in her words and the way it's immediately followed by sliding her fingers down where tony's been aching for touch. "god," tries not to sound too needy, but the way one of her arms flies back towards the back of toby's neck betrays her completely. holds herself in place, confidence (and wetness) growing automatically when toby mentions ripley's past confessions. eyes have no other choice but to lock into ripley's, and as it turns out, it gives tony exactly the fuel she needs. her chest tightens, her hips shift against toby's hand, her own lightly scratching ripley's skin again, pleading, almost. she bites down on her lower lip, even if it doesn't prevent her from sounding out a rather whiny moan caused, ripley's attention lighting the fire in her more than she even thought it would. "thought about this, rip?" her voice is shaky and breathy. "what did you think about, huh? will you tell me?" tony doesn't shy away from the sudden idea that comes to her mind, instantly going after it. just the thought of ripley describing themself to her while toby works her pussy has tony's head spinning further.

toby's been committed since the beginning, admittedly. is just glad that the veils completely dropped now. can enjoy the unashamed reactions, grins when ripley moans into slapping a hand over their mouth. focuses on rolling tony's nipple between her fingers. allows her other hand to dip lower into her shorts, giggles when she opens her legs up for her, then gasps when she reaches where the other is hot and needy. "fuck, no panties? sneaky lil' thing," toby laughs, slide two digits starting from where her slit ended, collecting her lick on the tips of her fingers, and ending at her clit. starts to circle it smoothly, giving her little room to move, can feel it swell rapidly from her ministrations. "yeah, rip," she encourages, licking her lips, "didn't you say you've always thought about it?"

ripley bites down on their bottom lip, feels shivers ripple up and down their spine as tony's hand relents on their waist. hates how sensitive they can get, but doesn't stop the little whimpers flitting past their lips anymore either. "shut up, tobe-" they groan, face heating up exponentially, somehow even more than before, making their head spin as their blood was pulled between their face and their crotch. looks down at both tony and toby and quietly, hesitantly turns so they're facing the pair having fun. doesn't so anything else for now, just... watches.

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perhaps the inherent risk of the situation actually works in favour of cecilia's impulsive actions, feeding into her lust for gabi right now in a way that only remained existing in her imagination ever since their break-up. when she feels gabi's finger slip inside her, she doesn't try to supress the way a moan comes out against her nipple, though she is somewhat glad the contact muffles what could've been an otherwise louder sound. her body shakes, just a little bit, maybe to offset how she purposefully clenches around gabi's digit, tongue flicking on her nipple one has time before she pulls away to look back at gabi. "god, you're a menace, you know that, right?" smirks through her words, then takes gabi into a kiss again, heated and sloppy, her own hand holding tightly onto bare waist for a while become it starts to skirt towards gabi's zipper.

gabi's mind was racing a mile a minute. what the pair was doing in cecilia's office was not only risky for the obvious reasons, but it was also risky for gabi's own heart. her ex-girlfriend had a new girlfriend. she had no idea what would happen after the pair finished up and went their separate ways. but right now, seeing feeling cecilia's lips on her body, she didn't care about reality. her own body was on fire as cecilia made her way around her breasts, her nipples immediately hardened. "fuck, ce." now that cecilia was no longer wearing her underwear, gabi slowly slid her fingers through cecilia's wet folds. she pushed her finger into her as her own heart started beating faster as cecilia made her way around her breasts, she was soaked herself.

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this kind of praise is completely new to anna. the rawness of the words used by hart, a sign of such complete animosity in the desire that drives annabel a little crazy, knowing she has that effect on someone. on someone like hart, particularly. and then brady's speaking to her in such commend, and between the reassurance and the thrill anna finds herself squirming uncontrollably against touches, moaning without a mind of her own, even when she's kissed by brady, even through being talked to. whines, and pants, and breathes with growing difficulty, which is only made worse (or better) when brady's hand slips past her stomach, and suddenly her pussy is being worked in tandem by both women in a way she couldn't possibly have dreamt of. "oh, my god," anna cries out, rocking her hips forward in hart's direction and throwing her torso backward against brady; feels so badly the need to be entirely taken by the two, doesn't know or care how or in what proportion, just simply gives into their touches. "it feels so good, i-i can't." words are mostly mindless, incresingly senseless. "so so so good, it's so good, i don't know how long i-," anna interrupts herself with a whimper louder than any of the previous ones.

 "oh .... you already are, baby girl," hart purred against anna's dripping cunt, her fingers sinking into the flesh of her thighs. she held her legs spread wide as she lapped and sucked at her clit, flicking the bud rapidly with the tip of her tongue. she could feel anna grinding against her face and it only spurred her on more. she pushed a finger into her tight heat, pumping it slowly as she continued her assault on her sensitive clit. "you taste so fucking good, anna. i could eat this sweet little pussy all day long," hart groaned, curling her finger inside of her but pulling her head back to glance over at brady, the two of them sharing a look.

brady groaned as she felt anna press back against her, one hand moving to grip her jaw and turn her head to the side. she leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing all of her needy little moans and whimpers. her other hand continued to play with her tits, pinching and tugging on her nipples. "you deserve everything, pretty. you're a fucking goddess," brady praised, nipping at anna's bottom lip before trailing her mouth down to her neck. she sucked hard on the sensitive skin, leaving a dark mark behind as her hand drifted down anna's stomach, her fingers dancing along her skin before dipping between her legs. she pressed her fingers against anna's clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles as hartford added a second finger. the two worked in tandem, both happy to have their hands on her.

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good LORD and in that barcelona jersey ?????? women don’t have mercy

catching up on h/cks and my ava obsession remains AS STRONG AS I REMEMBERED … god bless hann/h einb/nder ✊

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catching up on h/cks and my ava obsession remains AS STRONG AS I REMEMBERED … god bless hann/h einb/nder ✊

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parties like this one are social breeding grounds, a place where people go to assert dominance or declare submission in regards to where they stood amongst the countless groups of people; that's what draws esther to keep coming back. she's respected amongst this collection of mostly strange-looking-faces that can barely list three true things about her, and somehow that is still worth something. however, while all that is true, it is also a place where she's used to having her way with whomever she so pleases for the night — random men just for the sake of power (over them, or over their jealous girlfriends), and often smaller women who'll let themselves be convinced (through intimidation or whatever other tactic) into pretending it's never happened. esther plans for this to be no different. smirks, feeding her ego with the other's seeming eagerness. "impatient much?" she asks whilst her hand reaches to the side, feeling out for the door in the dark, knowing it's beside the dresser. "you were gonna what? keep fucking me even if someone walked in?" with a light, low laugh, esther finds the lock and flips it. "not a chance — i don't do freebies for nosy pervs."

georgia tends to be selective about where she spends her saturday night. most parties , to her , don't really thrill her. at least the ones on campus that most of the regular people find themselves at — perfectly acceptable for them. but for her , someone who's usually out with her other queer friends , a place like this is a box. a house full of people she only barely knows , plenty of girls she knows well enough to know that even alcohol couldn't loosen them up enough to let her take them home , but plenty of cheap vodka and gatorade to make the time pass by quicker. it's a miracle for her not to spend her time drinking quietly in the kitchen waiting for an out , but esther paid attention. flirted back , if tepidly. georgia only know the barest things about her , but at this point , a couple weeks since her last hookup , she needed something or else her next decision would be much more rash. so when she'd finally convinced her to go upstairs , it didn't take long for georgia to walk right up to her , leaving her pinned against the dresser in the dark , nothing but their breathing and the sound of the music downstairs. " you lock the door ? " takes the fact that they're upstairs together in a dark room as implicit permission to put both hands on her , running along her abdomen until one looped around her waist , pulling her closer. " or not , i don't give a fuck right now. "

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ISABELA MERCED as DINA

THE LAST OF US 2.03 I 2.04

For anonymous

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for a moment, cecilia wonders if their long list of what-ifs and dead ends were always meant to lead them here. to this. if they were meant to, in some fucked up way, go through all they went through while distant only to realise how badly they needed the other's presence in the most ironic of situations. cecilia wonders if that was god's plan all along; if god even exists at all. figures that maybe he does, with how heavenly calliope's tongue tastes when she further parts her lips to allow it. she leans further into the contact, a soft hum at the back of her throat as she moves her own hand and places it above calliope's, on her face. squeezes it, hungry not only for the kiss she's spent years idealizing, but for the presence. almost can't believe she's there, and so their hands help cecilia feel the reality of it all. otherwise she might actually think she died and went to paradise, which would be funny considering she's spent most of her life adamant that she's going to the opposite final destination. "cal," she breathes out in between increasingly heated kisses. doesn't know if it's a plea, a search, a question. maybe wants, yet again, to confirm it is calliope. the same calliope she's known all this time. "my god," the soft gasp is somewhat soothing, and cecilia doesn't know if she's calling out to a separate entity or if that's simply how she's sensing the other woman in there with her.

in the near future, calliope might wonder if there was something about the confessional that influenced her next decisions in this moment. the way she pressed her hand atop cecilia's, the lingering touch that said too much but not enough. the silence that couldn't fill the void of all that had gone unsaid and undone in their history together. calliope thought she could read cecilia, could see the beats of hesitation in her eyes. and maybe this would be yet another one of their almosts. their intertwined lives full of almosts. "hiding from... the rest of the world. to be with my childhood best friend." words were a near whisper. her breath hitched briefly as she caught the way the blonde's eyes dropped to her lips, causing calliope to part her mouth slightly. and before she could say anymore, felt the clash of their lips. eyes fluttered shut as calliope returned it without hesitation. her hand moved to pull cecilia closer, holding her face in her palm. and god did cecilia taste so sweet, just as calliope had imagined after all this time. "ce–" she panted breathlessly before pressing her lips back onto the others with starved hunger. she cursed the small, confined space they were in but didn't dare leave it. worried it would break whatever spell that had been cast over them that led to this point. and instead, let her tongue slip into cecilia's mouth, searching to get a taste of the woman.

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a fairy loses its wings every time i see queer fcs (with very queer vibes) being written as het / in het ships …