#slight usfw

[qfitpac]

Here's an old fic and a song that goes with it <3

[protectxthem]

@scftheartiisms asked: kissing down your lover's body. ( from cooper . )

KISS ME .. an assortment of kissing prompts . | Accepting

Cooper slides up her body, marred skin brushing against her smooth skin. He presses his marred lips against her forehead and moves down to kiss her nose. He smiles a bit at her before pressing a kiss to her lips. The kiss to her lips lingers longer than it probably should.

He kisses down her jawline to her neck and then down her chest. He swipes his tongue along one of her nipples before continuing his path down her body, stopping right at her feet. He kisses the top of her feet before crawling back u p her body to kiss her on the lips once more.

[morb1dg1rla]

@crimsonbullets // cont.

❝ sounds like a good plan. it's sticking to my skin at this point. ❞she shivers,not disturbed or fearful of what she had done but the fact the blood was staining her skin. she didn't mind it but it was annoying. it made her feel like someone wiped chocolate all over her,in her hair too. she sighed,leading him to her bathroom without a word,and began to take off the sticky clothing,getting the bath ready in the classic clawfoot tub in the center of the bathroom hooked with a shower.

❝ there's wash clothes in the cabnet,i'll go get one. ❞she strolls on over,completely aked not having an issue cal was there and watching her do all this. it didn't creep her out and she didn't mind it. she felt comfortable around him,especially after what she just did.

she gets in the warm water,even added some bubbles for some relaxation and lit candles with her powers,sighing in relief when she got into the tub,she handed cal the wash cloth,giving him a small smile.

❝ i really appreciate all your help. i don't think i could've done that without a nudge. well,maybe i could. dunno. ❞

[woodblxssomcrowned]

So Kaname... oral or penetrative sex? >:3

“Nooooooooo”

“I refuse to choose between them! Refuse!”

[fidelissimi-moved]

@deceptivemorals asked: - 11. for lazy morning sex  - "you're so beautiful like this." - ( g-spot ) one muse is teasing the other with their fingers, fingering them and making them squirm

the demon-witches body stretches, a long and languid motion; the high thread count sheets feel like nothing she's ever slept on in her life and she's already disappointed that she'll have to leave the warmth of his bed soon.

"you're so beautiful like this."

the rumbly voice of the Original meets her ears and Ruby's eyes flutter open, finding the warmth of the bed extends to the dark brown eyes she meets with her own. he actually doesn't look disappointed that she's still there, which surprises her. "you're just tryin' to butter me up for another round before i go, huh?" she teases with a smirk, rolling toward him to steal a kiss and run her hand up his bare chest, as his own settles on her hip and he rolls until he's half laying over her body and letting his hand wander as it pleases. deft and knowing fingers dip between her legs and find her folds already wet, and she spreads her knees as he nudges them apart with his hand and sinks two fingers into her, curling them expertly as he takes his time working her up.

"not the worst idea, if i do say so," Elijah answers as the kiss breaks, and he stares down at her as she squirms beneath him, her breath coming in short, tight gasps. he works himself to his knees between her splayed thighs as his fingers bring her closer and closer to climax, and Ruby rides the blissful wave he takes her on to the very last moment... when he stops and removes his fingers, resulting in a frustrated growl from the demon-witch. "what the... fuck, seriously?" she begins, but he's not done, and the smirk on his face says so loud and clear. Elijah then lines himself up to sink inside of her slowly, and the expression of pleasure and bliss settles back on her features again. "that's more like it," she barely whispers, tugging him down until she feels the comforting weight of his body on hers and her lips can find his again in a deep, needy kiss. they have nothing but time, and they steal every last moment of it, relishing in the slow and lazy pace they set, drawing out their morning activities until the sun is much higher in the sky and he's taught her what it feels like to fly.

[the-last-doppelganger]

@fairybit asked : ❛i want you to fuck me so badly.❜ ( from bonnie )

Elena's breath seems to leave her at the words, as she looks down at Bonnie. This is new for the two of them, they've only just admitted their feelings for each other, only just understood them really. She's spent her entire live loving Bonnie, never really realising it because of Stefan. The guy she's supposed to like.

What she had with him pales in comparison to what she has with Bonnie. Her affection for him a small river, paling against the ocean she carries for Bonnie.

College is a time for experimentation, but this doesn't feel like experimentation. Instead, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. The two of them entangled together on the bed, legs intwined, and fingers interlocked. She can't look away from Bonnie's eyes as she moves her other hand, fingers brushing over Bonnie's lips. They feel soft beneath her touch, and she wants to feel them against her own again. And again. And again.

She thinks she'll combust as she moves closer to Bonnie, leaving no space between them as she reluctantly extricates her hand from the other girl. Fingers trail over smooth skin, learning the curves and dips until she reaches where she wants to. Needs to.

"I want to fuck you so badly," she says as her fingers brush between Bonnie's thighs, roaming and exploring before she finds the slick. She gasps slightly. Fingers reaching and curling softly, her eyes on Bonnie's face to make sure she's enjoying this. "Is this okay? Is this what you wanted Bon?" The confidence in her tone is there, but even she can hear the uncertainty in her voice.

[prpfz]

i’m a 25+ writer looking for a number of ships from different fandoms! open to writing anyone rly though i have a slight preference for writing men!

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i'd like a fairly balanced sfw to usfw ratio, and i enjoy curating playlists, pinterest boards, sending aesthetics, etc. i am open to writing and exploring most sensitive themes as well, and i love writing out canon divergences, au's, fix-it's, etc.

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[theha1r]

🔥 - i'm evil ... so ... steve

( send the fire emoji for an unpopular opinion )

oooh boy oh-ho-ho, okay buckle in everyone - this is gonna be a long ride -

1 - gonna go ahead & get this one out of the way ... steve would in no universe, under any circumstance, in any way - shape - or form ... date fucking b.illy h.argrove. i really feel like i don't need to explain this one but yeah thanks, he would never. he wouldn't even CRUSH on him (eddie is his one & only (canon) bi awakening thank you!!!)

2 - steve is not an asshole. he can be bitchy, he was a douche in school & definitely not the greatest person - but he is not an actual mean person. like - maybe if he was in a bad mood or in a fight with someone, he could say something really mean - but it's not something he'd do normally. like he's not just some giant asshole who treats people like shit

3 - steve wouldn't accept anyone being an ass to nancy. he wouldn't accept robin shunning her bc of their past. he forgave nancy a long time ago & expects other people to as well. just because she hurt him, if he forgave her - they need to as well. after all it's HIM she hurt & it's not like it was done intentionally

4 - steve isn't stupid. he struggles with learning & school, yes. he's not the most booksmart, yes. but he's not fucking stupid. he's not some braindead idiot who can't tell right from left. he might not always spell things right, he might not know big words but acting like he's a five year old child who's never been on the planet earth before is a bit much. not to mention he canonically showed off his smarts SEVERAL times. everyone forgets if it wasn't for him, they never would've figured out the russians were working at/under the mall

5 - steve being in love with nancy still, or again, in s4 was lazy & stupid writing & never should've happened & makes no sense. he was canonically over here & trying to move on a season before. literally admitted while on TRUTH SERUM that he wasn't in love with her anymore. it literally shows no growth for him to just reduce him back to a shipping box & have him revolve around nancy again. especially when nancy herself has moved on & is in a happy relationship

6 - everyone claims steve is the d.uffer bros favorite, but he is NOT. he might be a fan favorite but the duffers don't give af about him. they wouldn't have done above if they did. they wouldn't continuously put him through hell & back if they did. he's literally a marketing ploy to them/st in general/netflix. they know everyone eats him up & uses those stupid 'steve harrington has to live' or whatever type marketing things to bring in the money

7 - calling steve a 'fan favorite' is even a bit of a stretch because genuinely most people only like him because he's hot. or bc joe is. & they crush on him & think he's attractive & the whole babysitter thing does it for them. or they also just think of him as 'haha goofy stupid funny hot guy who gets beat up all the time'. that's how most people outside of the actual steve stans see him, people don't give him depth - including the writers themselves

8 - FOR ST/CANON/80S VERSE SPECIFIC - i genuinely don't think steve would know what being bi was or that 'liking both' is an option or whatever without meeting robin. or another 'already have figured out they're queer' person. like i just simply don't think he'd just have that already known without some help. like - maybe he could know he liked guys for certain ships getting together pre-robin & all but i don't think he'd know the details of stuff already without a queer person in his life

9 - slight usfw but probably one of my most controversial, in the steve/steddie/st fandom at least, STEVE IS A SUB, & HE'S ALSO A BOTTOM. THAT'S ALL. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

10 - this is going to be the most controversial thing i've ever said on this blog bc it's going to surprise & shock the fuck out of so many of you & no one's going to believe i'm actually saying it but .....................

steve should've died in s4 instead of eddie. NOW HEAR ME OUT - obviously there's no universe where i want steve to die & this is ONLY IF someone 'had' to die. but i think it should've been steve. steve is a character that's been around since s1, who was - in fact - supposed to die in s1. we know him, we love him, but we've got to watch a life for him play out on screen before us. maybe not the best life. but still. he was canonically in a good place by the end of s4, for the most part. like generally seemed happy & all. he gave that whole speech to nancy that literally screamed a 'i'm about to die' speech. it would've been sad as fuck, but i think it would've been a better narrative. to watch a character we've gotten to know & have at least four or more so years with die. & it still would've given dustin the whole 'losing older brother type figure' situation. we'd get to watch the characters grieve someone we actually knew, not someone we only knew for nine (eight? idk i'm tired i forget how many s4 eps rn) episodes & most of the characters barely knew -. it would've been a lot more impactful & shown that the duffers weren't afraid to take risks & actually kill off their mains & show us no one was safe. & then eddie could've stepped into steve's role & wouldn't have lived such a short time & would've shown that the duffers could break out of their 'we're gonna kill off this character you just me this season' trope ...

[bluntexposed]

afterglow ~ bluntinsky

who: emily blunt // john krasinski @jkrasinski when: morning of friday, july 19 what: emily and john reel from the aftermath of the anon, pls blind item while together in italy triggers: mentions of pregnancy, fertility, slight usfw at very end

EM: Italy had been a whirlwind of an experience - Emily was lucky enough to get time off from shooting in Vancouver, aboard a private jet and set up in a hotel by the bride-to-be herself to help with dress picking - but the blonde would be remiss to not use it as an opportunity to find a way to see John. Considering that he was holed up closer to Italy than she was, it felt like a no-brainer. Things had been momentarily okay for both of them, with their new method of trying not to let the stress of trying get to them. With what little time they had together these days, focusing on being frustrated or overthinking it all could wait. A way easier concept to grasp when John showed up at her hotel room door with a weekend bag and was nearly dragged inside by the front of his shirt. That was last night, by the time morning rolled around, Emily was comfortably half on top of the actor underneath the large duvet of the king bed. Clothes were strewn in a straight path from the main area of the hotel to the bedroom door, the only exception being his t-shirt from last night as the only thing she was wearing. Face nuzzled into his neck, ignoring the stubble scratching the tip of her nose, the blonde lightly groaned under her breath to get the sleep out of her voice. “Is today the staying-in day, or the gallivanting day?” It was clear in her mind which she wanted to do, her plans centered around just staying like this. “You’re the guest, you pick.”

JOHN: To say that John felt an overwhelming sense of bliss and calm would be an understatement as morning came around and he held Emily in his embrace. Arm curled around her and keeping her close into his side, he let out a contented sigh when he heard her rousing and felt the Italian sunshine come in through the window and caress his face. Things hadn’t been easy for the two of them over the past few months, with the distance between them and their failed attempts at trying, but right now they felt pretty good as he hummed thoughtfully and pressed a kiss to the top of his wife’s head. “I’m gonna be the lazy guest and suggest we gallivant tomorrow,” he mused. “I don’t feel like sharing you with Italy just yet, and you look so good strewn about in this bed.”

EM: That was exactly the answer she’d wanted to hear, evidenced in the satisfied noise of approval against his skin. “Good thinking,” she agreed, fingers trailing lightly over the middle of his chest, “I don’t want to be shared either. If it were up to me, I say we never get up again.” It was a tempting idea once she started thinking about it, but one that she seriously could see them doing. Bridesmaid duties wrapped for now, nowhere to be until her husband had to fly back to his set the way she had to hers, couldn’t they just enjoy this a little bit more? “Just you,” a kiss up to his jawline between each pause, marking another item on her list, “me, maybe room service if you work up enough of an appetite.”

JOHN: “Mmmm,” came murmured softly and with the tilt of John’s head to the side so that Emily’s kisses were better aimed toward his mouth. He returned the affection gently and then with a little more fervor with each kiss, happy to take things slow when they had time to enjoy one another but also always anxious for more. “Sounds a lot like the morning after our wedding night,” he mused, thinking back fourteen years ago to white lace and a suit both eagerly removed. They were back in Italy, after all, the land where their forever began, it made sense to reflect as his hand slid down to stroke at her waist with his thumb. He was so in love with her, all over again, and it made him crave the moment that the words “it’s a wrap!” were finally called on his set back in Liverpool. He could only hope, wish and dream that would happen before long.

EM: “I’m surprised you can even remember that morning.” Talk about a whirlwind, all that time so many years ago was even more so. But Emily remembered it fondly too, even if they were so drunk on each other that it made her dizzy in hindsight. Capturing his lips once more, she was only taken slightly out of her element by the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table. A brief buzz against wood before it ended, it was only short-lived before it started up again. At that, the actress groaned into his mouth. “Your reality check is calling,” she teased with a little laugh, blue eyes narrowing playfully at her husband before finally pulling back, “better answer it and tell them you’re busy with your wife.”

JOHN: John groaned too, the last thing he wanted to do was speak to anyone other than the woman he had his arms wrapped around. Still, part of the deal of being away from set was being on call, and it must have been something important if it broke through his phone’s DND setting that he only had switched off for the most important business. And it was, he was quick to realize as he pressed his cell to his ear. It was his publicist, and for a moment he thought maybe he’d been papped coming into Italy – what a sin – but it was so much worse. “I… yeah? The Abbotts? No, that’s… I’ll talk to her. Uh, leave it to me.” He glanced across at Emily as the news unfolded, before hanging up and setting the phone aside, stomach dropping as he reeled over what he’d just heard. “There’s another article. Blind item. Whatever they call it,” he said, reaching across to brush back errant blonde hair. “My publicist is saying it all points to us. Do you want me to show it to you, or just tell you the gist?”

EM: Emily settled back on her side of the bed as John reached for his cell phone, one arm tucked underneath her head as the other adoringly ran through the side of his hair. She was still slowly waking up, but as she watched the expression on his profile change, that was all the more reason to further wake up. “What’s wrong?” Were the first words out of her mouth, eyebrows raised as John explained what it was he was related on the phone. The look of confusion on her face only grew at that. “Blind item?” Now propped up on her elbow, Emily held her hand out for John’s phone. “Did he send it to you? I’ll just read it.”

JOHN: “Okay,” John said, stomach twisting as he handed over the phone, open to the message that contained a link to the… whatever it was. They’d certainly been the victims of such talk before, him about his off-camera behavior and the both of them about a speculated pending divorce, none of which proved to be remotely true. But still, this one seemed to hit home the worst of all, even if most of their closest friends already knew about their struggles, both with fertility and his absence. He couldn’t help but dread Emily’s response as he pulled the duvet back up over his chest and watched her read.

EM: The blonde took the phone and sat fully upright, still nestled with her hip against his side. Every sentence that she’d read on the dimly lit screen only had her heart twisting uncomfortably in her chest. How could anything like this make it into a bigger platform? They were being discretionary with who they were revealing this info to, and off the top of her head, anyone that she’d told wouldn’t go to a gossip site like this and leak it. Or at least she thought. “Wow,” she murmured at the end of reading it, swiping back to the numerous texts that his publicist had blown his phone up with, “that…isn’t subtle at all, really.” She opened the article again, as if reading it for a third time would somehow change the contents, before glancing over at John. “Is this a joke?”

JOHN: “Stop reading it.” Phone gently taken back and set to the side, John knew that Emily had a tendency to dwell on the worst and hated that he’d played some part in bringing the article into her heart and mind. He wound his arm around her tightly and tried to think of an answer to her question but everything seemed wrong before it even came count, nothing felt right. Eventually, he landed on: “It’s a joke that someone we know would share that information, yeah. Tell me what you’re thinking?” There was no way that either was leaving this situation feeling unscathed. The intimacy of it all couldn’t and wouldn’t be ignored, the way they’d been called out on their worst fears stung to no end and it felt like all of the softness from before had been zapped from the room. It was the last thing they needed, to be reminded of their shortcomings and, at least in John’s case, to be reminded of how he was letting his family down as the filming season dragged on and on. “Because this… you can’t… you know how we feel about bullshit like this.”

EM: Her hands fell to her lap after John gently reached for his phone back, still trying to wrap her head around how anybody would have the gall to send something like that in. He was hugging her closer to him, and she was struggling to just be as level-headed about this as him considering the circumstances. Being in the public eye always meant things like this would happen, and they had before, but not in regard to something so personal as this. “This is too far,” she clarified, wiggling out of his attempt at comforting her to reach for her own phone on the nightstand, “like, absurdly too far, John.” Unsurprisingly, her own notifications were increasing as she furiously started typing question after question to her publicist. “I don’t understand how you could be so calm about this, it’s a massive invasion of privacy.”

JOHN: “I’m not… I don’t feel calm, Em.” John wanted so badly to reach for her again, to tear her away from her phone and into his arms but he knew that it wasn’t the time. He knew that Emily needed to wrap her head around what had happened and mourn whatever belief she held in her heart before that people wouldn’t go so far. Of course they would. Female fertility was at the height of interest in the media, and who didn’t love a story about how a guy wasn’t doing enough to deserve his gorgeous wife? It was pointed and hurtful and he would rage himself if he didn’t think that would be letting them win. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. Fight back against anonymous media?” His phone dinged again, and he sighed. “Can we just… turn them off while we figure this out?”

EM: Emily’s eyes remained down at her phone as she continued half-fuming over this with her husband, not getting any satisfactory answer from her publicist. Nobody was going to be able to trace this, no one ever could, but she could just imagine the buzz this was going to create and wanted to scream. As her team made an effort to appease her and promise to look more into this in little blue text bubbles on her phone, Emily finally looked back up at John with a frown. He was right, he always was, and she couldn’t find it in her to be mad at him for anything he was suggesting. Reluctantly, she locked her phone and held it out for him to take and turn off. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do here. It’s just…so weird and intrusive.”

JOHN: Grabbing Emily’s phone and his own to turn off and set to the side, John sighed. There was no answer to the dilemma of what to do at a time like this. Any statement from them would only draw further attention to the matter, even if it felt like they had a right to speak. As far as the internet and almost everyone reading it thought, anyway, it was bullshit. It just so happened that it was, at least in part, true for once. He hesitantly placed his hands atop of Emily’s, stroking her thumbs with his own. “It’s disgusting,” he agreed. “And it’s not – we find time for each other, plenty of it, and there will be more of it to come.” A pause came, then, in passionate tone: “We will have this baby. You know that, right? So all of this is just… God, we’re not even close to childless, Emily. Whoever wrote this is so far off, and no friend of ours.”

EM: The blonde intertwined their fingers together on top of the duvet, eyebrows knitted together as she listened to him. Every part of that whatever item was bad, and with how the internet worked, she was positive this wasn’t going to be the last they heard of it. “And when we do? This circles back around and we have to field more awkward talk about how much we struggled?” The last thing she’d want is to have to keep reliving the disappointment, the frustration, even when the big if they could get pregnant again actually happened. She hated being distrusting of anyone in her inner circle, but it crept up her throat and settled behind it. “I don’t want to have to keep having this conversation with you, J. We will and it’ll happen and…it’s exhausting. And then you come back at me with asking me if I still want this, and every time it’s…just a further and further away goal.”

JOHN: “So we’re going to let a random hater on the internet decide whether we’re having a baby?” John asked, not angry so much as resigned at this point. “I’m not gonna repeat myself, no, but we should probably set some clarity on our intentions. I mean, you’re right, people are going to have an insight into our lives that we never wanted them to, now, but that doesn’t mean...” He shook his head, then, because the further and further they got into this the more that he wanted to go back to bed, go back to before he’d answered the call. The more he thought about it all the more angry he did start to feel, despite his desire to be the calm one in the midst of this storm, and his eyes cast downward at their hands as his own itched to grab his phone and send out a tweet, or something, begging the internet to give them a break that he’d never actually ask for and would never really come. Whatever he managed to gain now, it would be too late, anyway, and so he just found himself nodding instead.

EM: “It doesn’t seem like it’s only that one thing being an obstacle, love.” Part of her wished it was as simple as one person or thing dictating their inability right now, but the reality of the matter was that it was both out of their hands. Having their noses rubbed in that fact just stung even more. She broke one hand away from his to gently move his face, back up in her direction. “We agreed we’d have this be…low pressure, low stakes, whatever happens, happens. I think we just lean into that a little further, have our PR teams handle this and…let everything happen the way it’s going to. Okay?” As angry and as betrayed as she felt, Emily knew it wasn’t going to serve them well. Both between them, or out in the world. She lifted the back of his hand up to kiss, an attempt to both self-soothe and soothe him. “If it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen. Promise.”

JOHN: John couldn’t meet Emily’s eyes. At the end of the day, she was right, in everything she said and suggested and promised. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t feel wholly inadequate, wondering if it was him causing the fact they were unable to conceive and, even more so, if there was any truth in the fact that he simply wasn’t around enough to begin with. Maybe he was just failing all around, as a husband and father. He wished he could say so aloud without betraying what they’d previously discussed about him finding another outlet for his hurt. He didn’t want to burden her more than he already had with things out of her control, after all. “If it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen,” he echoed after a long pause, voice gravelly with emotion that surprised even him. “We, uh, shouldn’t let it ruin our time together.”

EM: The blonde watched her husband carefully, thumb running over his cheek as she breathed out in agreement. This was hard on both of them, especially since the snippet lightly shoved Emily and seriously pummeled John. It wasn’t fair to him, and he was going to take this one hard no matter what. She kissed the back of his hand again, letting her lips linger against his skin before mumbling against it. “No, we should not. We’re in Italy, we’re together, that’s what matters.” Fingers running through his hair, Emily tried to briefly lighten the mood. “I can put the lingerie back on, that might get your mind off of everything other than me. Maybe to a dangerous degree, even.”

JOHN: “Oh yeah?” A hungry gaze lifted to meet Emily’s, she sure did know how to switch John’s focus from one thing to her and her alone. There was still a soft ache in his chest that he didn’t think any amount of lovemaking would cause to go away, but the last thing he was going to do was ever reject the offer of his wife, particularly in the bridal white lingerie that she’d gifted him for their anniversary. He leaned in to kiss her, sliding his fingers into her hair and letting out a soft sigh of relief against her mouth. Maybe things would be okay, after all, even if okay looked very different to what they had envisioned months ago when they’d agreed to start trying. Maybe the only thing they had control over was today, this room, and one another. “I love you, Em,” he reminded her, punctuated with kiss after kiss. “I love you so much.”

EM: “Oh, yeah.” She smiled gently back at him, glad to know that at least that was one way to get him looking at her. Meeting him halfway was easy, only dropping his hand in favor of holding both sides of his face. Hiding within each other like this, in a secluded space where they could just be and pretend like the world wasn’t trying to knock down their door was easy. Amongst each other, they could be reminded of what was really important in this life and try to find the brighter side of it. “I love you,” she mumbled, laughing against his lips for a brief moment before pulling herself back. “Did you really want that little number back on?” Her gaze drifted back to that familiar path of clothing leading out of (or into) the room. “Or do you think this is sexy enough to have your way with me in? I know nothing’s hotter to you than the Red Sox, so that might have been a dumb question.”

JOHN: “Definitely a dumb question...” More kisses came before John finished his thought, sliding his hand up and under the shirt and cupping Emily’s breast beneath the familiar fabric. “You’ve never looked hotter,” he assured her, and he meant it, because every moment shared together she only seemed to get more sexy, regardless of what she was, or wasn’t, wearing. He’d said it before and he’d continue to say it again: he’d married up and into the best relationship of his whole life. So much of what came earlier in the form of a call fell away as he gently eased her back onto the plush mattress, then kissed his way down her neck and across her clavicle while murmuring words of endless affection.

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[tadbitfooled]

Some slight updates to my rules, as I'm putting things on the google site and realizing stuff needs edited. So rules undercut, not many changes, but a few, like a new section.

Introduction

Firstly, call me JB. I am over 18. I operate in Eastern Standard Time. I’m newish to DND but I’m very interested in learning and absorbing everything I can about it.

This blog is set up as a semi-private roleplay blog, as in I plan on only interacting with mutuals in roleplay threads, but askbox is open to any. I’m not terribly selective about who I follow back. My only restrictions are

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Starting OOC drama is a no. If I see it on my dash, I will unfollow and drop any threads we may have. Sorry, but I graduated in ‘09. I don’t have time for that anymore.

Interactions

My desire is for my primaries to be interacted first and foremost, unless you have approached me with an in depth discussion for one of the background muses.

Some of my background muses will require prior interaction with the primary muse they are tied with, unless there is an exception to that.

Shipping

I like shipping. I like discussing potential. What I don’t like is when relationships are assumed or there isn’t prior discussion and interaction. I’m very big on chemistry between characters and roleplayers. So please, let’s chat and interact first.

I’m multiship, I don’t tend to do exclusives. If I do end up doing exclusives, it would be due to having heavily plotted with the other rper and have built up a strong collaborative writing with them. And that takes months for me, so it’s not something that happens often.

My background muses are not open for romantic shipping at this time.

Greeters, Starters, Replies

I don’t do greeters for new followers, as they often are stale and get ignored. 

I’ll occasionally post starter calls for specific muses. If I do and you like it, expect me to comb over your blog and write at least a paragraph.

For askbox memes and starters, I try to reply to those within 24-48 hours so you know they didn’t get eaten or whatnot. As for replies to starters for me and threads, I throw those into the queue just so there’s some schedule here.

Triggers and Thus

Tag your nsfw items with a simple tag please. I know tumblr's being a pain, so nsft or usfw works too

I don’t have any major triggers, as I’ve gone to therapy to work through some of them. The color pink is not my friend, though, and if you have a lot of pink in your theme or about your muse, it may take me a little bit to get through the information/get comfortable with them.

[caeruleums]

send a number and get an usfw starter. / @wickedlvst

[ 3ff ]      her fingers were gentle as they worked in and out of the younger girl's cunt, watching her every move with a slight smirk. digits curled just slightly inside of her, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her jaw. "see? i told you i could make you feel good, love," she muttered, hot breath against her skin as she kept up the slow and steady pace. her free hand moved so she could pull blonde locks away from her neck, moving her lips against the side of her neck as she started to bite down and suckle the pale skin. she let out a gentle moan against her, not quickening her fingers though she was sure the girl would need more. "tell me how good you feel... it'll be our little secret."

[straye]

XXX but 3 times teehee

Send me XXX and I will share a nsfw headcanon about my muse. : ACCEPTING !

USFW BELOW THIS CUT : VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED !

It is despite Kogami's thick c** that it tastes like battery acid ( exaggeration, probably ) considering his poor dietary choices which consist mostly of cigarettes (lol), coffee, red meats ( namely burgers ), and junk food. There's not enough water in the world to make any of that healthier, though as he gets older, he does make slight shifts in it, so it probably tastes better in time.

He's loud and enjoys his partners being loud. He curses, pants, moans, whimpers, neighbors be damned, and he highly encourages his partners to do the same since it's an expression of his own pleasure. Of course, he can watch his volume, but chooses not to. You're going to know if you're making him feel good -- the entire world will.

He enjoys bondage, petplay (being the pet), brat-taming (being that he's the brat in question, though he equally enjoys being the tamer), gagging (being the receiving end) and being whipped / spanked. What can he say? He's a huge masochist, and he's a big boy that can handle it. For someone who always tops, in the BDSM aspect, he sure does take on the submissive role pretty easily.

[biosurvive]

the christopher usfw headcanon extravaganza electric boogaloo. read at your own risk.

Chris is actually quite versatile, in both position and personality in the bedroom. He loves to top just as much as he loves to bottom, and while he might have a slight preference for being dominant ( something that comes into play in one of his kinks ), being submissive to someone he trusts is also a common factor.

He's quite loud, very vocal, he offers praise like no other, and when he gets going he is HOWLING in moans because he likes his partners to know they are doing a good job :)

Chris LOVES titles, he loves being called, sir, captain and unfortunately even daddy in bed. This does not translate to A/B/O stuff, that shit does not do it for him despite going by alpha in Village. This also translates to the earlier dominant hc, they go hand in hand.

He probably has had his dick sucked under his desk at the BSAA office numerous times :(

He likes a little light bondage, whether that's tying his wrists up, or tying YOUR wrists up. Makes for a fun experience.

I have posted about this a few times, but Chris has broken a few bed frame sin his day, he is a very large man and unfortunately he can get a bit... into the roughness during the act. Nothing crazy, but cheeks WILL be clapping.

Not really sexual or anything, but Chris doesn't manscape, moreso that he doesn't have the time, but a few guys have complimented his chest and tummy so now he just keeps it natural. <3

He likes eye contact during sex, he wants to see his partner, but also if you're topping him and shove his face into the sheets he might just whimper a bit :)

He's not one for beach sex because sand isn't cute, but he loves a good romp in a pool or hot tub. Very fun.

When he's being dominant he enjoys watching guys come undone via teasing. He'll slowly finger them, use his tongue, anything to make the foreplay last long as they beg for him to finally make his move.

PULL! CHRIS'S! HAIR! or at least latch onto it.

The above being said, lazy vanilla sex with intimate touches and slow kisses is just as well, especially with someone he loves <3 Let him take care of you <3

[bewitchingbaker]

👀 + Chris x Senritsu 😘

My sweet sweet paranormal duo ^^

There is nothing that makes Senritsu smile more than the baker's childhood photos. Why? Because it's adorable to see a photo tiny Chris struggling to hold a guitar or smiling with an accordion in his hands. While Chris is emberassed by them, he's glad to share some of his chilhood memories with the musical hunter.

While they have an idea of each other's past, Chris keeps quite a few things hidden. Mainly regarding the history of the Lunas. Just as she's protective of him, he's protective of her. Plus he feels like it's his own issues and he doesn't want to add anymore to her already full plate.

Slight usfw, but Chris really enjoys their little games. Leading him on before another mission, giving him little kisses and promises of activities afterwards. She knows she has him wrapped around her finger and they both love it.

A small one. Chris and Senritsu have small jam sessions. A sort of hang out to decompress after their journeys.

[ @hunting-songs ]

[flmed]

@diemauer ; ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ .. usfw from here

a soft chuckle is emitting from his smeared lips; 'tween the ragged breathing dissipating from his nostrils &. sweats cascading, the man's calloused fingers are prancing o'er the frayed garments, sinking within the hidden cutis whilst his periphery is concealed 'neath the pulse as he beckons himself to nips upon her neck . . . their affinity has flourished rather hastily; with each meetings were faux rendezvous to discuss the possible term of contract &. considerations muffling the truth .. she was stalling, merely to pique his attention; to appraise whether he does want him in his team or not, but upon his digits slinking o'er her thighs to above, the decision has become a final one: the upperhand has shifted into his, with his fingers are hooking to filch her undies, ‘ do you always tell that to the people you toy with? ’ salacious peer veers upwards, audaciously fixating upon hers to watch the slight changes upon her lips as he throws the garment to the ground, &. his palm is slithering . . . a triumphant smile, a soft chuckle is once again emitted, ‘ but i don't think they can make you this wet. ’