#iindecent

[thewcllingtons]

💏 ( libby & mason )

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❝ Are you fucking me? ❞ he said underneath his breathe at the sight of Libby kissing someone else. It took him seconds to see red. Rage would be an understatement of an emotion; he was furious. Libby was his. It didn’t matter what the state of their relationship. She would be his no matter what happened between them. His actions were instant, pulling the pair a part before throwing the man to the ground,  ❝ Get the fuck off of her. Why are you touching her, she’s mine. ❞ The confusion on the other male’s face was apparent, but Mason didn’t care to get any insight to what he had to say before connecting his fist to his jaw. He had no problem beating him to death in front of everyone. It was clear the second he straddled his chest and began pounding him.  ❝ Mason stop! ❞ Libby’s words were falling on deaf ears. Her protests didn’t mean anything because he didn’t care why this was happening. He needed to expel his rage physically and this stranger was his punching bag. It took the strength of two other men to pull Mason off of him. It didn’t stop Mason from spitting on the male as they dragged him away, ❝ Fuck you. ❞ He yelled, not caring if anyone at this party happened to judge him. Libby’s embarrassment had her pulling him away from the scene, ❝ Mason. To the car, now. ❞ She’d deal with him later. 

[tragedienes]

@iindecent​ / finn & greer, st. joseph’s church bake sale.

finnegan didn’t like the semi-annual bake sale. of course he wouldn’t admit it, not audibly, but it often showed on his face. for a priest, he had a hard time not shedding his natural expression that his little sister maggie called his resting bitch face. there was also the fact that it had been a week since he ‘broke up’ with greer, as deacon campanelli called it, because of course all the pastoral associates had to gossip about it once they heard father stokely got his ass handed to him by their bishop. he felt like he was a little boy again, the awkwardness and tension that followed whenever he got in trouble at school. most of the parishioners didn’t know, or at least he didn’t think they did, but every spare glance towards him made him wonder if they were all talking about his sin. he didn’t want to feel paranoid in his own church, especially since there was no sin to speak of, but he had to carry on with his duties despite how much he didn’t want to be there. the third problem? greer was there. no, that wasn’t the problem, it was that greer was there with her husband. the man that made finn wish their religion allowed murder. he was far across the room, but he couldn’t stop stealing looks towards their table full of baked goods. he was intending on avoiding her and her husband, in fact he didn’t plan to even be within twenty feet of them, until frickin’ martha rayburn called him over that way. martha’s table right next to greer’s, it was impossible to avoid them. “martha,” he greeted the other woman with a smile, then nodded towards greer and adam, “hello, everyone. everything looks great over here.” looking over martha’s table, he smirked briefly at the cherry tarts she always brought, wishing he could joke with greer about it. he looked to the blonde, “what’d you make?” he doubted adam had any part of it.

[trxuvaille]

iindecent:

For a moment, Greer felt like she had been transported back in time. She and Alexander, surrounded by friends, poking fun at the people that they cared about. The same people who thought that one day it would be their wedding they were attending, not Greer’s and another man’s. Her smile faltered when his tone grew more serious, her throat bobbing as she attempted to swallow the lump that had formed there in a matter of seconds. When she had wrote her note on his invitation, Greer didn’t fully think it through. She had no idea what to anticipate after she licked the envelope and sent it in the mail, but this wasn’t it. Sitting across from him, potentially having to explain herself and the total lapse in judgement she’d had after admitting he would always be her one true love. A part of her wanted to take it back, but it needed to be said. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” She muttered with a sigh, her fingers finding the hem of the tablecloth and she picked at the fabric, hoping for a distraction. Greer still felt his eyes on her, though. “I shouldn’t have wrote that, Alex. I didn’t think it would mean anything to you.”

He couldn't take his eyes off her - which was nothing new. But, in that moment, he had to admit he was feeling revolted, just didn't know who he was more revolted with; her, for writing that note on the back of the invitation, or himself, for letting someone like her get away years ago. "How could you think that, though? You know how important you were to me, Greer. How you'll always be important to me." The words that left his mouth couldn't have been truer. Their relationship had been Alexander's first after the mother of his child had left them, and Greer had probably been his biggest support, the one who listened to his wonderings and concerns. There was no way he could ever forget that. "Frankly, how did you think I would react after reading that? Just move on?" He let a light chuckle of disbelief out. "I don't think I'll ever be able to move on; not from you."

[inthechlo]

@iindecent​ replied to THIS post for a starter. MUSE: prof. manny salvatore LOCATION: college classroom ** open to any gender

there was a reason that manny always brought a spare change of clothes to work and that reason was for when students that were in a rush spilt coffee all over him, annoyingly it happened more than once. the man was now in his classroom, swapping over his shirt when he heard someone enter the room, he could have sworn he locked the door. the man stopped mid pulling the shirt onto his arms and looked at the other. “ ––––– can i help you with something?”

[classicdecadence]

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@iindecent​

As Alba said that he had the most boring coffee order ever, Oliver smirked and then laughed. “What can I say? I’m a traditional sort of guy and I’ve always loved it black... it’s not boring, my darling, it’s classic,” he replied, reaching out then to grasp the takeaway cup as she offered it to him. The beverage was still hot but Oliver lifted it to his lips immediately and he took a welcome sip, a slight growl of approval emerging from his throat after he’d swallowed the caffeinated liquid. 

He turned slightly then to face Alba as she hoisted herself onto the counter, his gaze subtly raking along her form as it often did whenever she was close by and particularly so after she’d been away from him and just returned. Oliver took another sip of his black coffee as Alba sipped from her latte, her subsequent hint about sex perking her up bringing the smirk back onto his lips. His cock stirred against his towel as her gaze dipped down to his crotch, his mind already running with thoughts of having sex with her. 

Nonetheless, Oliver decided he could be coy and playful if she was too. “You’re right, coffee might not do it...” he began, deliberately matching her words before as he slowly moved over to Alba so that he’d be standing between her legs dangling from the counter. “If not then I think me pounding your tight little pussy with my hard cock just might do it...” Oliver added then, his smirk wicked and gaze alight with playful lust as he blatantly looked Alba up and down. 

[nyctcphiliacs]

iindecent​:

Lauryn tilted her head, attempting to decipher his expression through the words that Eli very obviously wasn’t saying. “Good different…” She laughed, her cheeks tugging up into another smile. “Does good different earn me an I-missed-you hug? Or are we just going to stand here and both melt in this heat?”

Blush deepens with her next question, “Oh right, yeah of course!” Large arms pull the blonde into a tight bear hug, “I really did miss you,” Words muttered against the top on her head, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing y-Uh everyone again.” Another sheepish smile given as his arms slowly move back, “How uh-is everything, besides-” Gesture made to her face and frame, “It’s been a good year?”

[psiicaptor-blog1]

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[thewcllingtons]

CEMETERY ( libby & mason )

*      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :             𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.   [ CEMETERY ]:   sender  and  receiver  have  sex  in  a  cemetery.

Mason felt that he was on top of the world with his latest plan. They had to figure out a way to get rid of Neil, and he happened to remember the cemetery nearby. He had noticed they were currently unearthing a grave site to add another casket for a funeral. It was something that most people would look over, but not Mason. He watched to see how far along they had gotten to re-soiling the grave. Maybe it was the itch burning inside to keep a way to not get caught with the body. He was used to getting his hands dirty, and with the rain before, it looked like they postponed the funeral. The plan was simple. Dig just a bit further to the bottom grave, dump Neil’s body, and cover it back to where it originally was. There was no real security in the quaint town funeral. No cameras or anything that would hinder him. He parked his car near a gravesight off the far end, wearing a look-a-like uniform for the workers, he managed to slip the body in and cover it up like it was nothing. Mason figured they’d be long gone even if this was suspicious. Besides, he was unfortunately aware of the extraneous laws regarding cemeteries. They’d have to get permission from the family to open the coffin he put his nosey-neighbor into. It was always a hassle for law enforcement to do anything revolving a cemetery. It was the perfect alibi.

Once he managed to ditch his suit in the back of his truck, he met up with Libby in the car. She was clearly keeping watch to ensure that no one was watching the pair. It didn’t take him seconds for the rush of adrenaline to surge at the mere thought of their recent cover up, immediately he kissed her. Almost inhaling her, his hands running along her bare thighs as he gave them a quick squeeze. Moaning into her mouth as Libby got the hint. This was much like the morning he got caught and the femme was prepared this time. She knowingly wore a dress to make it a lot easier for whenever Mason would decide to react in his adrenaline-induced lust. He slipped his hand between her legs, moaning into her mouth, ❝ Have you ever fucked in a cemetery before? ❞ He couldn’t say that this was the weirdest place he had sex, but definitely the most interesting circumstance. Libby’s giggle before the response, ❝ I think you’d be pissed if I were to answer yes, but luckily for you, it’s not. ❞ Her humor only made him that much harder. She was the only woman crazy enough to join him in his bloodlust and not invoke the seriousness of the matter. Just the thought made Mason melt before the brune.  Normally, he would take his time with foreplay. The male loved nothing more than to tease her until she was begging him to cum. However, his level of discipline in this moment was non-existent. It didn’t take more than a few more minutes until Libby found herself situated on top of him, moaning while he bottom out into her. The car was fully steamed due to the passion between them. There was nothing but the sounds of primal touch and sensations; the pair feeling nothing but fire all over their skin and in their pits of their gut. He took a second to crack open the window by an inch just to allow himself to breathe. It was hard to focus while she rode him, but the fresh air gave him a few ideas. Looking over at the headstones around them, he noticed one by a tree that had some cover before a wicked grin grew on his face.  ❝ Baby, I love the way your fucking me right now, but I really want to rail you against that headstone right there... ❞ Pausing her hips as he pointed to the spot on his left. Kissing her quickly for a moment, it seemed like a fun way to celebrate the holiday.  ❝ It’s a perfect way to celebrate Halloween, don’t you think? ❞

[autumnwritcs]

iindecent​:

open to: f/nb connections: ex-girlfriend/fwb/platonic friend, anything that ended on bad terms

Sticking his arm out to block the individual from advancing any further into the hole-in-the-wall bar he was currently employed at, Everett glared down at them with his mouth in a thin line. “What have I told you about showing up here? Jesus Christ, my boss is still all over my fucking ass for the five glasses you broke the last time you decided to drop by for a visit.”

Audrey groaned as she was stopped from walking into the bar, she had hoped Every wouldn’t see her but alas, there had to be something that would spoil her night. Rolling her eyes as her former friend with benefits spoke the brunette gave him a droll stare. “I trie taling the girls into going somehwere different and they outvoted me. What? You’re gonna let them in and I’ll stay outside?” She asked, deciding to ignore his comment about the incident the last time she was here. 

[musebluebird]

iindecent​:

open to: m/nb

“My twin sister ? You could have rebounded with any other female in the whole Tri-State area and you chose the one person I’ve literally been competing against my entire life? Wow. Jerk move.”

“To be honest I was drunk and for a moment thought she was you and i think she noticed it when I called her by your name“ Patrick could do nothing but to shrug and give her the satisfaction of knowing that he had called her sister by the wrong name.

[nyctcphiliacs]

iindecent​:

open to: m/nb based on: the summer i turned pretty muse: lauryn banks ( madison iseman, 18, student )

“Why are you looking at me like I’ve suddenly sprouted 4 heads and a curly tail? It’s only been a year since you’ve seen me last. I can’t look that different.”

Blush blooms upon features colouring freckled cheeks crimson, “I-Uh-” Head shakes as awkward laugh falls from lips, he hadn’t been staring had he? “I just-You...uh-Look different, like a good different not a bad different. Not that you’d ever look bad-I just-I’m going to shut up now.”