#gray:thread

[loveisliquor]

@munofmanyminds gray doesn't sleep much. she's notoriously nocturnal-- it's the best time to stream and normally, its silent. but for the past 3 weeks, despite the constant use of her noise-cancelling headphones, her neighbor has been insistent on providing the world's raunchiest soundtrack. night after night, she's had to listen to them give multiple orgasms to whichever girl they'd taken a fancy to (and there were several, she has perfect pitch-- and she can tell the difference). tonight, though-- it's silent and somehow that's oddly worrying. she knows it's overstepping to show up at their door with questions, but she's never been one for propriety or boundaries. she's still rumpled from sleep when she knocks on their door. it isn't until after they open the door that she regrets not...attempting to look a little less hobitt-y, she tugs on the edge of her oversized white t-shirt and shifts in her bunny socks.

"....are you okay? like is everything...alright round here? it's been suspiciously silent tonight and i came to see if you were....you know, alive. i'd hate to have a dead body next door so--" she gives them a soft smile. "i'm gray by the way-- i'm next door."

[loveisliquor]

"i had to doublecheck. make sure you hadn't been replaced with an alien double trying to recruit me for experiments--" she smiles widely, something soft and warm settles in the pit of her stomach. he leans in closer, and it makes the smile on her lips soften into something a little more intimate. "uh, I-- just think you could be....impulsive." he's been her friend for long enough that she knows him, maybe a little too well. but right now, he's close enough that she can she the shadows his eyelashes make on his cheek, and she can feel herself getting caught in the undertow of something. lately they are all undertow, and something bubbling underneath. "nevermind. date sounds so good." and then-- she leans in and presses her lips against his.

"that's the word i used." he's a little surpised at himself for even taking this so seriously, it's not like the male didn't have an abundance of dates on a weekly basis but it was different — this was gray. nate can't help but chuckle under his breath, finding her rambling somewhat adorable. "you can? well that's a good thing for sure." the male leans in closer, brows furrowing at her question after agreeing to the date. "do you think i'd ask you on a date if i didn't want to date you?"

[ofviolentdeath]

@unconventional-weapons continued from [X]

Angel let out a little gasp as her back hit the wall before melting into the kiss, humming softly as she dove her fingers into Grayson’s hair and lightly dragging her nails over the back of his neck, eager for his attention.

Grayson smirked against her lips, one arm snaking around her waist to pull her hips forward while keeping her back against the wall. It was stupid, grabbing her like this in a more semi-public area of the property, but he just needed to touch her.

[loveisliquor]

“-- okay so to the point--” she rolls her eyes at them, her lips curled into a soft pout. “are you going to stop lecturing me on my inability to text back--or are you going to eat my pussy? like not to be a brat--but i’ve been up for two days--and working with an insane turn around time. and i’ve missed you. thoroughly. i promise i’ll be mushy later---” the pink haired dynamo drops the coat that had been tightly wrapped around her frame and reveals black strappy latex attempting to contain her curves.  “.....eat...me?” 

[loveisliquor]

based on this plot for @hclfmoon​

she’s supposed to be working-- instead it’s 3 in the morning, and she’s dressed like an elf, on twitch with her...friend? relative stranger? call of duty crush? she smirks as she makes a tricky shot-- and wins the round. “yes!!” she sticks her tongue out at the camera. “crown me--i’m the fucking queen.” she stands up-- and does her victory dance with a goofy smile on her lips. “alright i need to pass out soon-- -do you uh--maybe wanna face time me? we can...talk. or is that weird. cause if it’s weird we can just forget i said anything at all, dude.” 

[loveisliquor]

"Yes. Yes he was." She chuckles softly, and shrugs her shoulders. "But to be honest, that tends to be my type, witty pieces of shit. Fruitless repetition is the first sign of madness." She murmurs softly as her eyes look over the apartment, she fights the strange urge to listen to the abandoned headphones. She idles in place, her head feels slightly detached from her body, and it makes her giddy. "Oh-- I see why people smoke this. It's glorious--" She giggles in place, her eyes sweeping from the windows to the man behind her. The invitation she's accepted lingers in the back of her mind, and she can't help but laugh- "Oh throwing up would not be sexy."

Her eyes float through his living space, taking in details until they're pinned in place by his gaze. Nothing little about it. The words repeat in her mind, fill her with something she can't place-- there's a challenge in there somewhere. She's almost a little more shy now, shy and flushed, but he hasn't even touched her yet. "What.... is the usual way these things go?" She asks softly, her fingers pull the hem of her shirt up and off her body, and the cool air feels good on her overheated skin. "mm--" she's bare underneath the shirt, clad only in a pair of black lace panties, barbell nipple rings and a playful smile."Or did you want to do that?"

His lips spread into a wide smile, glint in his eye, "no such thing as a wrong instrument - just more and less lucrative ones." Even if there was a bit of a double entendre to his words, they rang with truth. He watched the cogs turn in her pretty eyes, a slightly curious lilt to the set of his head. Whether she took him up on the offer or not, he definitely thought she should find someone to help her get rid of the notion that she was 'bad in bed'. The very idea gave him a bad taste in his mouth. "Sounds like your ex was a piece of shit," he then finally let fall from his lips. The words were sudden, but not very passionate - nonchalance dripped from his tone, and yet he meant every word.

His grin widened a little and he chuckled. "Nothing little about it." The words might have come off arrogant, but he said them so matter-of-factly with just an edge of indifference, it was hard to really draw that conclusion unless you were really looking to find a way to describe the man with that adjective. He let her steal the joint for another puff as he followed her entry into his apartment with his eyes. Then he stepped in behind her, making no move to retrieve the blunt. He pushed the door closed and cast her a wry smile. "Yeh? Strong shit though. Too much and you'll spend the night in my bathroom instead of my bedroom." He finally snatched the remains of the roll then, and finished it with a few decent puffs of his own. The tiny end of it, he discarded in the ashtray on his coffee table before turning to her. "Nothing wrong with a little something to take the edge off though."

[loveisliquor]

@hoodspeare

“what i don’t understand is why-- you’re so mad at me.” she hates being called out of meetings to deal with things-- hates that he’s been distracting her from her work but she can’t help that, anymore than she can help imagining what she’d feel like pressed against him. she isn’t a child and yet he makes her feel that way more often than she’d like. “you have a girlfriend-- you don't get to be jealous that i went on a date. that’s a full 8 on the complete idiot scale! and then-- you don’t get to clear my office because you want to have a word with me. Are you losing your mind? Do I need to reset you or something? ” 

[loveisliquor]

@hearmefeelme

“okay legit-- it’s a new dress not a personality transplant. same gray. just..new dress.” she’s grinning as she spins in the floor length gown-- the thigh high split is daring enough on its own but combined with the lace detail of the dress she feels fairly naked. “yeah-- yeah i know. i clean up good.” she’s a different girl tonight than the one that normally spends her life tapping into key boards as wutang clan blares from a complicated speaker system. “i never get why you guys look surprised. the fact that you see me in sweat pants doesn’t mean it’s all i own.” she scoffs softly and points towards the door. “aren’t we late?” 

[loveisliquor]

@scxed

she can’t meet xavier’s gaze-- not since he caught her. she’s been avoiding his eyes for days now-- pretending to be unaffected when he brushes by her-- she doesn’t know how to feel. she’s not normally shy about her body-- but there’s something about knowing he’s seen what there is to see of her that put’s her on edge. she didn’t anticipate being in his apartment--alone with him whilst she waited on his little brother. she shrugs off her coat and forces herself too meet his gaze. “um-- when did Jameson say he’ll be back? He said he’d meet me here but it’s getting pretty awful outside and I’m a little scared he’s gonna get snowed in--so” 

[loveisliquor]

@heartkings

“okay but if you change this song we’re going to have a problem--” she’s a little drunk--  the pink in her cheeks is enough indication of it. she’s rapping along to when the last time by clipse-- without missing a beat, and dancing on their sofa. she has her own small audience as she grooves, and when she meets their gaze she sticks her tongue out. “when the last time you heard it like this?” when the song rounds off she hops off their furniture. “admit it. my taste is golden. you are welcome. now.... were’s the rest of the alcohol. we need shots.”

[ofviolentdeath]

“I don’ think I e’en remember how ta be sober, bu’ this is close enough.”

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@ridethemrough

she feels his hand on her lap mid way through her steak. she’s done a good job so far of meeting his family-- though the idea of meeting anyones family confused her. they seem not to mind the quirky chinese girl with the large smile and cheeky commentary. he seems distracted through out most of the dinner and she’d held herself back from her desire to pry. his hand moves up the soft fabric of her dress, pushing it aside whilst is searches for her inner thigh and gray forces her mind to remain at the table, with his family and not on the fact that she was wearing no underwear as she asked about his uncles job. she glances at him as she takes a sip of wine and feels heat flood her face. a question from someone on the table jolts her into reality. “oh-- oh! right--yeah. sorry. wine makes me blush-- i have no idea why. i’ve always been that way.” her giggle is innocent-- but the way she spreads her legs a little is not. game on.

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@blondiesandbrunes

“you’re hot. are you someone’s boyfriend? you look like someone’s boyfriend.” she rambles on--because it’s what she’s good at and she’s half way through today’s sugary treat when she’s forced to sit next to the most attractive man she’s ever seen in her life. “sorry. i’ve had gummy bears and jello shots and i can’t shut up right now-- forgive me i’m not normally so invasive.. with strangers. anyway. carry on good sir. keep being hot.”