#isabel adrian

[yanverse]

I’m curious how the yans would react to their darling suggesting being free use? Some of them would never act right EVER again; but I also think some would start out too nervous to make a move, but once they do it a few times, they become something of a menace.

prrrrr.......free use, you say? i have.......ideas >:) (lmk if u want more! <3)

Elias, Kaito, Lilith, Isabelle, Adrian, Nina

(cws: free use kink, domination, degradation, dressing up, fingering, overstimulation, messy sex)

Elias obviously needs to keep you around while he's working, and it just so happens that he's also in need of a good secretary for his practice. Win-win! He can have the best of both worlds: keep you close enough that he can see you whenever he wants, and you've got something to busy yourself with when he gives you paperwork--but aside from filing a few things you basically just get to mess around on the computer while he's in session. And unless you're into it, you won't be hearing any questionable noises and thumping through the wall--he's had to rebrand and lost some repeat customers, but he's a taken man now, so no more shenanigans.

Of course, that means you've got a much hornier, much needier cowboy on your hands than you're used to. He doesn't need to jerk off between clients or on his break anymore if the mood hits him midday--that's what he's got you for now, right? He can just waltz out of his office, tap you on the shoulder, and drop to his knees right there. Worried you'll get caught, that someone might walk in early or a solicitor will drop by? Then you just need to stay nice and quiet while he's under your desk. He might just end up leaving indents in the floor from the spurs on his boots, cause it's so easy and you're so accessible and you don't even have to stop working! In fact, if he's in the mood to tease, he might dangle the threat of stopping over your head if you don't keep working while he goes down on you.

But knowing him, there'll be an equal chance of him rushing over, locking the door to the office, and just throwing you over the desk like he can't wait a second longer to have you. There's a reason he's got so much time in between his clients, and it's because there's no better time to mess up his cute little secretary, and make sure you have to sit with his cum leaking down your legs the rest of the day.

Kaito has half a mind to just sit you on his lap all day. He doesn't have to go out for work, he barely leaves the house as is, and you're around each other most of the time anyways. Why not? He could game or tweak his latest sketches with you settled and comfy on his lap, his cock twitching softly inside you with those pretty mewls of yours perking him up. That, to him, is heaven.

If that's not the case, though, then sparing a hand to entertain you is just as good. Especially if you're in an argument, or if he's mad at you, or if he's just annoyed but not in the mood to talk about it. He doesn't even have to be paying attention, but more than likely you'll be begging for him to give you some.

With the spare seat next to him and his eyes glued to his computer screen, he only needs one hand to fiddle with his tablet pen as he shades his latest drawing. And all the while he has his fingers buried between your legs, his reactions minimal as you soak his chair with sweat and grab at his sleeve in desperation. You keep cumming all over yourself, you're a mess, and he's already gonna have to clean you up after so at least don't distract him. Each orgasm aches more than the last with overstimulation melting your brain into your skull, but you won't even stop him. You probably could, but why would you? He said it himself: he's gonna clean you up when he's done, you just have to wait until he finishes up. But knowing Kaito, odds are he's gonna make you much, much messier before he actually gets to that part.

Lilith loves providing for you. She loves to make you happy, to come home with money and food and love, and to shower you with everything she has without you having to lift a finger. You love her, you've done enough.

But when the opportunity to bus tables at her restaurant comes around, it's a hard deal to ignore. Extra income, extra time together, and extra chances for you to socialize and put in some hard work? If you're all over it then she can't exactly say no. A good girlfriend wouldn't say no to such a simple request. It may have her biting her nails at first, but seeing you succeed fills her with a feeling of pride that gives her an extra spring in her step on those extra-hard days.

But she's lucky that the diner has so few willing waitresses and such a small staff to begin with, because you two can get so close to getting caught with your pants down. She'd never consider getting off at work before this, but with you so present and available all the time...shooting her those lusty looks across the dining room, bending over just a little too far while you're cleaning tables, brushing by her just a little too close while she's taking an order...if she didn't pull you into the bathroom and push you up against the stall, she might just go crazy. Whether it's your hand up her skirt or hers down yours, it really doesn't matter--if you're going to let her touch you whenever she wants, then she has to take advantage of it. Nearly every break soon turns into a chance to get away, her lunch swapped out for a glorious ten minutes with your legs spread, body bent forward, and her tongue making short work of that promise you made that you'd stay quiet.

Isabelle isn't offered the suggestion of free use. You are free use. You're her toy, you're meant to be used, and you're smart enough to know that she doesn't take such a stance lightly. She's not fucking around with any of that touchy-feely, "casual dominance" crap. You'll know she's dominating you because she won't let you forget your place--look away for a moment, let your guard down, and you'll be pounced on before you can make sense of it. Even if she's just finished making you cum for every year you've been alive, she could very well come back into the room after a minute and decide she's not quite done yet. Bathing, showering, eating, sleeping, it's all the same. So long as you're still breathing, there's an incredibly high chance that you won't go very long without her weight pinning you down or your legs pulled apart for her to have a taste. But at least you're still alive, which is more than can be said for Isabelle's other playthings and romantic interests.

You would think that someone as poised, confident, and professional as Dr. Moorwell wouldn't be nearly as intrigued by the concept. Adrian is a romantic, after all--a chivalrous one at that--so you would struggle to imagine him as being so crass and self-indulgent with his lover.

Alas, he is. In fact, he's like a beast while in pursuit of it. Adrian loves to catch you while you're unawares; reading, reaching up for something on a high shelf, organizing his library, taking a sip of your drink, crawling under the sofa to retrieve whatever you dropped, the view makes him shudder and his belt comes off like the buckle is melting. There's always a touch first, a light tap or a brush down your sides to reassure you that it's him, but it's just a formality. The quick smack of his palm hitting your backside is the real test, because so long as your cute little squeal is followed up by a whine or a moan, he knows there's no risk. He can squeeze you, pull you apart, violate those precious, sacred spots so deep they've never seen the light, and it'll satisfy you to the point of making you gush all over him like he's turned the dial of a sprinkler.

At this point he might as well give you the title of housemaid. Your presence in his home reassures such tidy, homely feelings even amidst the stacked clutter and the piles of unread books. Besides, he'd have an excuse to put you in one of those silly, frilly costumes with the headbands and the wrist cuffs, and you could call him--w-well, it doesn't matter what you call him, so long as you prance around as happy and sweet as usual, and look at him with all that love in your eyes even once he's reduced you to tears and trembling legs.

Nina would be the last person to ever accept such a sinister request. Touch you? Unprompted? Without gloves, or a thorough hand washing, or..? You seriously think she would ever do such a thing on a whim?

That terrible attitude only lasts a few minutes, however, because her complaints are only a farce for how her mind has started working in overdrive. Because you like her enough to ask her for something so lewd. Because you think she's pretty. Because you look at her and think hot, wet thoughts despite her difficult attitude and her insistence on keeping everything clean. You desire her, and that's a feeling that's only come by on very, very rare occasions.

Hence why your request is fulfilled so quickly--like, less than twenty minutes quickly. Less than the time it would take for her to shower and scrub and go through her step-by-step routine in order to touch you, because the waiting is too agonizing and she just has to feel you. To feel your love and your beating heart in your chest, your pulse pounding all the way up your fingertips as you spread her open on your stupid, dirty, filthy hands. The only reason she'll allow it is just because it's you, but don't you dare get a big head! This is just more convenient for her. She'll just take a shower afterwards. But...well, you're coming with her. It'll surely be easier to clean up if you're already in there, so if you think your bathing time from then on is going to go uninterrupted, you'll be very sorely mistaken.

[isablooo]

Some vamps for Halloween 🩸🦇⚰️👻

[strathshepard]

Fontainebleau cabin owned by Isabel Marant and Jerome Dreyfuss. Photo by Adrian Gaut. More at the NYT.

[theprice-if]

I wanted to ask that how would the Ro's react when they are staying with mc who is apparently drunk at the moment and then mc went to mc "Hey...can I tell you a secret?"Mc would ask and then when the Ro's nodded at them and mc shyly said "I really love (Ro's name) But they never seemed to interested in me...I wish they can clear wether or not they like me"Mc would say seriously and their face says they are not playing around 😳

"Hey..." You shift from foot-to-foot drawing their attention, your gaze locked with your feet before you shyly look back up. "Can I tell you a secret?" At their nod, you brighten noticeably and practically beam with excitement. "I really love [Insert Chosen RO], but they never seem interested in me... I wish they can make it clear whether or not they like me."

Adrian/Ariana: Warmth spreads through their chest at the admission, but they tamper it down when they see how clearly drunk you were-- if the smell of beer on your breath wasn't enough. "I have a great idea, MC." They easily maneuver from their seated position, wrapping a supportive arm around your waist. "Why don't you tell them in the morning? I'm certain that this will be a conversation they'd be more than interested in having." Not resisting the sudden urge to do so, they gently bop your nose. "A conversation that needs to happen when you're not completely hammered. Now, I'd be a horrible spouse if I left you by yourself to deal with this. Let's get you to bed."

Blake: A surprisingly gentle look etches itself across their face and, for the briefest of moments, they regret agreeing to listening to what you had to say. However, that moment of guilt quickly transforms into one of extreme self-satisfaction. "This is quite the revelation, MC," they purr, hazel eyes observing you with a glint. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this secret." They place a hand over their heart. "I'll keep it with me always, I promise." Now, I just need to get you to admit it when you're not drunk.

Liam/Leah: Their worry quickly mutates into worried confusion, their mind desperately trying to take in the information you had given them. You loved them? Truly? The revelation brings a small smile to their face, but it quickly falls away when they realize how drunk you were. Now wasn't the time to overthink your admission, nor was it the time to have a heart-to-heart, they had a job to do; they had to get you somewhere safe, everything else was secondary to that. "Let's get you home, okay?" They place a steady hand on your arm. "I think you've had enough to drink for the night." Or the year...

Isaac/Isabel: If they had a camera, they'd take a snapshot of this very scene to commemorate the moment for eternity, something they could forever hold close to their heart. With bright eyes, and an even brighter smile, they touch your arm. "That's delightful news, MC," they beam, warmth spreading throughout their entire body. "I think this is definitely something you should bring to their attention." Sniffing, their nose wrinkles at the heavy smell of alcohol in the air. "A discussion that you should have when you're not as inebriated. Until then? Why don't we find someplace for you to wind down, okay?"

Carson/Cara: "No." The word was as final as it was sharp. Dark blue eyes reminiscent of storm clouds as they stare at you, arms crossed over their chest. They didn't wish to hear your secret, didn't wish to pull any information from you when you were barely cognizant of what you were doing. Especially if it had anything to do with them. "We need to get you a glass of water, some Advil, and then a bed, before you start spilling your guts all over the place." They shake their head, gently taking you by the arm to guide you from the room. "We have a contract after all, MC. It wouldn't do to break it now." And, despite everything, they have to ignore the sting of disappointment, of want, at what could have been if they had simply let you speak.

[adriannina]

Isabel Newell by Adrian Nina

[starstruckodysseys]

the kids in this fic are the funniest characters to write ever. technically this is a carshall fic but really it’s about the thirteen year olds if we’re being honest

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

Aemond to his twin daughters: I love you both with all my heart. I would burn villages for you two, just as I would for your mother.

Adrian: Unfortunately what he says is true.

[evilvarric666-archive]

@henbased tagged me in a "make ships in this picrew" meme a while back and I'm just now getting to it haha.

Anyways, in order:

Nightshade & Alistair Theirin-Brosca (da:o)

Adrian & Merrill Hawke (da2)

Isabelle Laurens & Beauregard St. Michelle (fo3)

+ a bonus extra little Alice Hancock nèe White, all by her lonesome because the picrew isn't ghoul-friendly

[wolfanddragon98]

@dreaming-for-an-escape

Adrian: *hisses out* What do you want from us? If you think you're good at hiding then you're doing a very poor job. I saw you following me to my place of work. I saw you standing outside the school when I was picking the girls up.

Aemond: *shrugs* I want to see my lovely wife and beautiful children. As a husband and a father I don't think I'm asking for a lot.

[para-que-no-nos-borren]

"Me molesta que me mientas, porque me haces perder el tiempo y ya me han hecho poder demasiado."

[c-kiddo]

day 12392780 of wishing the cr origin comics where in greyscale or vry limited colour (like ghost world with the green or something) bc no offense to the colourist but the colours are jus not very nice in the jes and caleb comics and also especially print badly.. like too high saturation and not enough contrast so they just look messy and kinda, low res ?? somehow?. please i just want black and white comics.. i want to see the inking properly..... . 

[isabelpsaroslunnen]

I have personal stakes in the situation, etc, but it's very strange to me when people (usually fans or writers of literary fiction, along with a number of creative writing MFA faculty) insist that the bias against genre fiction is dead.

It's ... not as bad as when I was an undergrad, sure. But going from essentially dismissing all genre writing from consideration or outright banning it from creative writing programs or workshops, to allowing it under more specific and restrictive standards than apply to literary fiction, is still not ideal.

It's like—okay, we'll accept genre fiction if it's sufficiently weird and experimental and blurs genre boundaries and is not like the other girls especially good. Of course, any fiction submitted to anything should be good! But if genre fiction needs to be even better than others to pass muster, if it has to be weird and experimental where literary fiction does not necessarily need to be, if it needs to blend into other genres to really be worthwhile (i.e. the less [genre] it is, the better), then it doesn't exactly feel like a dead bias.

There's an interesting interview of Chandler Klang Smith by Adrian Van Young that articulates the attitude towards genre that a lot of us encounter. At one point in the interview, Van Young talks about loving "the idea of consciously writing into genre rather than only riffing on it with the sly meta-awareness to which we’ve become accustomed in so-called 'genre-bending' literary fiction." And I do think that sort of "sly meta-awareness" is often what's considered acceptable genre fiction when you look outside publishers and programs specializing in those genres.

It's not high standards that I dislike; it's double standards. In reality, literary fiction is also genre fiction—it's just a genre that certain (influential) people hold in much higher esteem.

[sweet-vanilla-sims]

1500-1599 Recap Part 40:

Agnes had her twins Isabel and Adam. Adrian aged up and that’s when the eyes I liked changed. 

Mary got married and became an Upton. Then had her twins Judith and James. 

Evelyn had Lettice who is secretly one of my favorite sims to come from a side family. She’s so pretty. 

[s-nfcl]

tag dump: wanted opposite

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[theprice-if]

Adrian/Ariana Ocean [Giulio Berruti // Bianca Balti]

With dark brown hair, that's been dyed a myriad of colors in the past, sparkling blue eyes, the color of the sky on a cloudless day, and tanned skin, it's no wonder that no one can get enough of them. They're a constant on Hollywood gossip sites for their troubled past, but it seems that they're trying to outgrow their old image. They have a toned body and stand at around 6'3". [Adrian keeps his hair like in the picture shown and Ariana has her hair down to her shoulder blades.] (For Ariana there’s a bit of Ariana Grande in her FC too.)

Blake Turner [Sam Claflin // Dianna Agron]

With mischievous hazel eyes, golden hair, and fair skin, Blake has always been the one to look out for when in L.A.. Their presence has quickly taken over the big screen. They're believed to be as much of a partier as A; never staying in one place for long. They have an athletic build and stand at around 6'1". [M!Blake keeps his hair like in the picture shown and F!Blake does the same in her picture too.]

Liam/Leah Shaw [Saeid Ezatolahi // Sarah Shahi]

Hired by your new spouse to protect you; they have expressive dark brown eyes, and raven black hair that is always kept from their face. Their smiles, while small, never fail to make you feel safe. As you know that they’d never let anything happen to you. They have a muscular physique and stand at around 5'8". [Liam keeps his hair short and Leah keeps hers like in the picture.]

Isaac/Isabel Carnell [Charles Michael Davis // Janelle Monáe]

Dark brown skin, light brown (gold in some lights) eyes, and ebony black hair, they’re quite the sight to behold. Their warm smile and overall cheerfulness already add to the unique glow that seems to surround them. They have a slender build and stand at around 5'6". [Isaac keeps his hair like in the picture and Isabel has hers just over her shoulders.]

Carson/Cara Madden [David Giuntoli // Phoebe Tonkin]

Lightly tanned skin, ash brown hair, and impassive dark blue eyes, they’re everything one would expect from a reputable lawyer. Hardworking and devoted to their job, they'll try their best to make sure everything goes smoothly for you. They have a lean body type and stand at around 5'11". [Keeps their exactly like it's shown in the pictures above.]

[piperbellinger]

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