#gray:threads

[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.

[ofviolentdeath]

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

[ofviolentdeath]

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“Worl’ wen’ ta shi’ deca’es ago an’ ya think tha’ means jus’ humans managed ta survive i’? Yer species ain’ sui’ed ta survival wi’ou’ a li’le help.”

[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."

[ofviolentdeath]

@creaturesx liked for a random starter

“Was I suppose’ ta be payin’ attention? Cuz I think we both know I weren’ listenin’ ta a single thing ya jus’ said.”

[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]

@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]

@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]

@thewitchandtheangels any muse, any blog

“Wha’? Can’ a man jus’ stop in for a drink wi’ou’ bein’ questioned?”

[ofviolentdeath]

@michaelandlucinda

“No’in’ ta see here, move along. Ain’ no reason ta be botherin’ abou’ me for anythin’.”

[ofviolentdeath]

“The secre’ is, I’m always stoned ou’ o’ my mind. Ne’er did like bein’ sober much.”

[loveisliquor]

Kane is intimidating. It isn't often that gray's intimidated by anyone. She spends her days around men, in suits who think they know better than her-- has held her own in board rooms and chat rooms. But standing in front of him naked feels like a different sort of challenge, one she makes before she fully reckons with the weight of her decision. She doesn't get a chance to overthink-- before he's in her personal space, and quieting the steady buzz of her mind.

"Whatever the fuck I feel like doing-- duly noted--oh!" She exclaims softly, as he cups her ass, and her cheeks flood with colour. She gives him a goofy, disarmed smile, before he lifts her. "I've always wondered what it'd be like to be tall--" His tongue on her nipple silences her, and she feels each tug and jolt in her gut, sparking a dangerous, delicious heat. Her arches into his touch, and each brush of his tongue against her, forces a soft moan from her lips. "my safeword is pineapple-- I'm not saying it now I'm just-- so you know--" she babbles mindlessly. "that feels really good--"

He nodded slowly in understanding when she talks about her 'type', her words met with no reaction outside of that. Who was he to judge someone's life choices, really? It wasn't like he had a stellar track record himself in that department.

Whatever she was feeling, it didn't register with Kane. He blew smoke from mouth and nostrils simultaneously as he straightened from having discarded the bud. He chuckled at her question, grabbing a hairband lying next to the ash tray. "Not like there's a strict procedure for how to have casual sex with your neighbour," he replied casually, just an edge of mirth in his tone as he turned around with his hands in his hair. Both brows lifted in mild surprise at the sight that met him - then his features relaxed and he finished wrapping the band around his hair, leaving it in a bun at he back of his head. His lips quirked then, eyes landing on the shiny metal adorning her nipples. "There's no wrong or right here." He made his way to her. "Just gotta do whatever the fuck you feel like doing."

He leaned down, catching her by the backs of her thighs before suddenly lifting her up. He guided her legs around his hips and flashed her a grin as one hand moved to cup her ass. "Kinda like that." Two heavy steps forward and Gray's back was against the wall. Both of Kane's hands found her ass, and he lifted her a little higher until her legs were up around his waist, using the wall to steady her as her breasts came level with his face. Fingers still digging into the supple skin of her ass cheeks, he rolled his tongue over one pierced nipple before covering it with his mouth, playfully nipping and pulling.

[loveisliquor]

He doesn't want to share-- and she has enough knowledge about social graces to stop prying. She knows it can be irritating-- though most of the time she can't quite help herself. The pieces seem to come together slowly in her sleep addled mind. He makes music. It's likely she's heard it before, he looked oddly familiar in a way that made her wanted to reach for more information. It would come to her-- most things did. "Oh...I get that. concentration, I mean. And too many people. I work from home most of the time so I can avoid them." She gives him a bright smile, and shifts on her feet.

"Yep. You've been playing the wrong instrument all along." She teases back, a slight blush on her cheeks. She glances between him and the space he leaves, her mind whirring. She could abandon her coding for one night. "That's what I told him. To be honest-- the sex you were having sounded far closer to what I thought sex was than... the sex I've had. My ex wasn't exactly attentive... to my needs, so it was hard to muster the right kind of enthusiasm." She states matter of factly. She glances between the smile on his face and the room behind him and makes her choice. "....Well maybe just.... a little one. For science."

She slips into his apartment, her lungs still burning from the joint he's currently inhaling. The smoke goes to her head almost immediately, and there's a soft smile on her face. She's bold enough to reach for the joint between puffs and take another deep pull. This time there's no coughing, just laughter. "Ooh-- this feels delightful."

"You could say that," he agreed, a nonchalant shrug of his left shoulder accompanying his words. As much as he enjoyed the groupies, the endless fucking supply of booze, bud and pussy, he usually didn't feel the need to advertise who he was or what he did. He didn't exactly hide it either though, so when she asked again, he just blinked at her - the movement slow like he almost couldn't be bothered to summon enough energy to speak the words. "Just a new track we're working on. Too many people in the studio. Fucks with my concentration."

He chuckled then. He had to admit he was at least a little flattered. "Well fuck, I'm glad you liked the show...s. Seems like I really missed my calling as a performer." A joke, really, that you had to be in the know to really get. Her response to his offer granted her first a slight crinkling of his brow - what kind of asshole would legit tell a woman she was bad in bed? - and then a sudden flash of his pearly whites as he leaned into it. "Anyone's good in bed with the right partner." He moved a little out of the way, leaving room for her to enter. "Offer stands if you ever want a demonstration."

He scoffed mildly, humour in his heavy-lidded eyes, at her attempted inhale. She did alright, really; his stuff was fucking strong for a first-timer. "You get used to it," was all he said as he watched her have a second go. Then he took the joint back and took a measured, calm drag on it himself.