#lotuskissed

[cicero-the-assassin]

@lotuskissed

Of all the places he liked to visit, Novac was dwindling on the list. Cicero found it rather boring. Just some old motel rotting away in this cesspit of deceit.

He fit right in among them.

Jeannie May shrunk from him, offering him a room and making whatever accommodations he requested. The two NCR retirees taking their turns in the Dinky Dino. Protecting their little spot from those like him who easily slid in and out through the cracks anyhow.

But most importantly, the courier. A young woman he was bade to keep an eye on after their encounter with her in Nipton.

And an eye on her he certainly kept. Right from his comfortable spot in a lawn chair sitting outside his room door. Leaned back with a Sunset Sarsaparilla in one hand, he glanced to her every so often. Wandering about, having chats. Trading. Whatever have you.

Boring work, he preferred it when she was travelling. These long breaks in the middle of nowhere made his hands itch. His teeth grind. If he had to listen to that crazy man tell him he could see him for what he truly was one more time- he was gonna snap.

[goddamnmuses]

@lotuskissed wanted a thing

Wade had been through some shit, he was a mercenary before the bombs dropped, he'd been hired to take out a whole bunch of people in a vault, which he'd done but on his way out the bombs dropped, he'd thought it fortunate at the time, he was in the best place for it. So he closed himself in. The vault wasn't the best, radiation slowly leaking in over time, the only thing that really got him through was the copious amount of drugs in there, half of them were unlabelled vials but after so long he was injecting anything into himself.

Now he was out of the vault, a ghoul wandering the wasteland, he was still doing the merc thing, getting paid to hunt people down, dead or alive.. usually dead.

"You know it's rude to stare.. is it because I still have a nose?" he announces, turning his head to adress the person who'd been watching him.

[meadowlarksabove]

@lotuskissed:

"i want to bug you on purpose."

"Alright, well- when does that start?"

[hoboblaidd]

@lotuskissed ramona vc: yes also you should take me out to lunch

Sigh. I guess we're going to Val Royeaux.

[aamusedly]

@lotuskissed .

"Now, now..." vapors curled up from around the mouthpiece of his inhaler-- just Jet this time, but who could say no to a bit of relaxation in the middle of such a beautiful desert expanse?

So what if the rest of Quarry Junction was a fucking mess-- between the views, it was a nice spot to spend an evening. And maybe the locals were horrified of him shooting up the place, but that was their prerogative. This woman, though-- she just walked right up.

"What's a pretty young thing like you doin' in a shithole like this?"

[t-errifier]

🔴

A    BLOOD   LUST    INBOX    MEME. ( your muse helping my muse clean blood off of them. )

𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘, she knew well that he was the type that would show up with fountains of blood on his person. he couldn't help getting himself a little messy with his interests. his suit was coated in a layer of crusted, drying blood. she was never one to support his wrong - doings, but she didn't shun him for them either - she would help him clean up. holding his hands out to her, she had peeled off the soaked - gloves that he had worn, using a wet - rag to clean off his hands. once those were clean - he almost looked semi - innocent, if not for the outfit that needed a good wash. it would take multiple cycles in the machine to get all the blood out. he wouldn't be so eager to get it off himself either - not having a change of clothes to wear while he did so. staring at her blankly when she suggested that he remove his suit, he wasn't sure if he was ready to be rid of his full costume.

after some reassurance, he turned his back to her so that she could pull down the zipper on the back. he would allow himself to be free of his costume just this once. for the sake of cleaning up - granted, his face still needed the same treatment. tossing him into the bath tub would have been her best bet.

[scintillaisms]

" how are you feeling today? " asked by ; @lotuskissed

a soft breath departed slightly chapped lips, eyes falling down to his current activity of tying his shoelaces, before shoulders raised in a shrug.

"as well as one can. it's barely eleven and it feels like the longest day ever. you?" he's exhausted, if he had to be honest, but would he ever admit that? of course not.

eyes raised back up a moment later, head tilted to one side, showing that he was actually paying attention ; instead of avoiding the talk of how he felt.

[distantpagesandpapercuts]

8 & 9

20 Sinday Questions

8: Does your muse do one night stands? Do they prefer to bring people back to their place or do they go to others’?

((The majority of Kira's sex life consists of one night stands. So she's okay with them. Though, I wouldn't say that means she prefers them. Kira finds it hard to connect with people often, to be vulnerable and open enough to express feelings of romance without feeling shame for it. She's scared of rejection and she has serious abandonment issues. And we all know people can't abandon you if you don't let them stay in the first place, right? Right? Even if she's afraid of these things, Kira still craves connection and touch. One night stands can sate her loneliness for a time.

Also I think she prefers to go to other people's places. (Most of her own dwellings are partly her offices) But I think she likes the comfort of her own bed.))

9: What is your muse’s preferred setting for sex? Do they keep it in the bedroom or are they more adventurous?

((I don't think she has a preference! So long as it's not too public! Beds and couches sure are more comfy though.))

[cicero-the-assassin]

Σ(O_O；)

Send Σ(O_O；) for my characters reaction to having their clothes unbuttoned/unzipped by yours.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” His voice is a bit condescending, his attitude cocky as he watches her pull open his shirt one button at a time.

“Had enough?” ‘Lucio’ asks knowingly.

He’d watched her pout and even get irritated with him over their time together. He flirts relentlessly and alludes to something more, but when the time comes, he doesn’t make good on his promises. Typical.

He did it on purpose just to rile her. To see if he could force her hand. Which seems to be what’s happening here. Unless… unless it’s a trap.

Maybe she’s just going to try and give him a taste of his own medicine. Either way, he was relishing this little moment.

A fingertip of his slides over the curve of her hip from where she straddled his leg.

[goddamnmuses]

@lotuskissed // discussed dragon age thing.

The Hero of Fereldan was a title that felt heavier than any armour Aedan had ever donned. He wanted to leave that world behind him but it seemed to him the whole world was going to shit, again, since the blight he'd put an end to the world had also dealt with a whole bunch of crap from the chaos at Kirkwall and then the explosion at the temple of sacred ashes and the whole sky opening up was a deal. He'd almost attended that meeting, now most of the people who had gone were dead so he was glad he hadn't. Now the ancient elven gods were apparently real and walking amongst them, great, he'd normally keep his head down but the two of those gods coming back had got the Grey Wardens talking about their Archdemons and he was the only person around that had any actual life experience killing them. So he'd headed to where the Inquisitor told him Varric and his friends had gone off to. Minrathos. Which was annoying as by the time he'd got there the city had gone to shit due to some ritual. Eventually he'd met up with Morrigan who'd taken him back to the crossroads a place he'd been a few times before but this time he knew vaguely where he was going, some place called the lighthouse. Standing outside of the large Eluvian to the lighthouse he waits awkwardly, unsure if he should just walk through, that felt like an invasion of privacy, he just hoped that weird spirit he'd ran into earlier was informing the residents of the lighthouse of their waiting guest.

[lcngdays-arc]

@lotuskissed met someone in a cemetery

"calling all demons and ghosts and skeletons and everything else in between or outside that range! i said calling all demons and ghosts and sk- oh, hi?"

Temperance is panning around with their camera, and it focuses in on their new guest.

"look alive, new friend, if you even are alive, that is!"

[hoboblaidd]

you've been glowering for days. your face is going to get stuck that way. - from rare rook!mona

ask meme - as said by varric

For once, he doesn't say anything. If it's possible for a glower dripping in venom to go darker, his certainly does.

[hisgrief]

 📐 5’2’’

send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine!

all of these short lasses are a pain in the neck!

[meadowlarksabove]

you stayed

"I stayed" or "You stayed" @lotuskissed

Was it the beer? Ramona had spent most of their night together sipping from her cooled bottles of booze, lying beside the radio, and listening to House’s intermissions with little to no amusement. The quiet he felt between them then, though unusual, hadn’t worried him the first couple of hours. She could have been tired, or possibly frustrated about something, it wasn’t like he claimed to know everything about her. But as time carried on, he grew concerned over her slack gaze and the subtle quivering of her lip. It was only when he drew closer that he noticed her breathing had quickened. 

She’d been hyperventilating in that position, stock still and scared to make a noise. The frumentarius slipped the beer out of her grasp and took both of her hands in his. 

You’re alright. 

He’d seen this sort of thing before, had felt it- most of the men in the Legion had felt it. But he’d never wanted to see it from her. Never her. 

You’re safe. 

Gabban slowly pulled Ramona to him, resting her face comfortably against his chest as he also caressed her hair. It didn’t matter just how long it would take to calm her, he was willing to stay up the rest of the night and long after she actually slept…

“Did you sleep alright?” 

[t-errifier]

❝  can you just kiss me for a little bit first?  ❞

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐓, pausing the moment that she speaks. she had a request of him & who was he to deny her what she asked for. pushiness would serve to get them no where; nor would rushing the situation. they had all the time in the world, staked out where no one would find them. the back of his van was dark - reflecting the sky outside. christmas lights were the only illumination that they had; the few that were outside the street on the left side of his van. he was a sucker for all things to do with the holiday - if his outfit hadn't suggested that enough. the van didn't belong to him, they both knew that fact. he had gained it when killing the owners a few days ago. it had been his makeshift house for the time - being. using it to get wherever he would like ... surprising to most, he did know how to operate a vehicle, quite well too. his belongings in the back of the car were shoved out of the way, so not to intrude on the moment. the last thing they needed was for her to accidentally put her hand down on a knife. ART might not have minded it, but she would have her reservations for the pain to come.

removing his gloved hands from her skirt, he rustles to move up towards her mouth. it would make a mess, but surely she had already thought about that before she made the statement. BLACK was a hell of a color to get off - & they both wore it on their lips. it might not have been obvious at first, but the messier that it got, the more it would show. placing one hand on the wall of the van behind her, he leans in & goes for her lips. a chaste kiss at first. no real feeling behind it. he is new to this, it's obvious from the rush in his previous motions. he knew the gist of how to go about it, in practice - he was inexperienced. it was easy to be violent with people, harder to be intimate with them. he could feel the gloss on her lips sticking to his own, pulling back with their lips stuck for a moment. he wasn't done there; she clearly didn't want just one kiss. it was an invitation to continue, tilting his head & deepening it; he put his best effort into the next one. hoping she would be satisfied with his work.

[k4rlsson]

[ GRATIFYING ]  receiver asking “is that better?” after finally penetrating sender after teasing them.  ft. @lotuskissed

it feels as though hours have passed in the wake of their teasing. skin against skin ; lips, tongue and teeth. nea hasn't let a moment between them go to waste. each pass of their tongue, a deliberate move. each practiced touch, a catalyst to impending rapture. their breath is hot against the nape of ramona's neck as she wiggles and writhes against the pads of their fingers. she begs for fulfilment, but nea isn't ready to succumb to the pleas just yet. "i know, you want it, don't you, baby?" they goad her with words and digits that come close, but just never seem to give her what she truly yearns for. there's something about the way ramona's hips lift up to follow nea's fingers, grinding the plump bolster of her ass against their hips- something about how her breathing hitches in her throat when the mewl of her moan becomes too big for her mouth. it makes nea ache from the inside out. "is this what you want?" fingerprints delve between thighs, press to the yielding softness of a peach begging to be taken a bite of. she's spread open and filled with the aid of a strap harnessed to nea's hips. reverie on both sides as they bottom out deep inside and lift ramona's leg up to go even deeper. "is that better?"