The Reject Spice Girl

what happens when a little queer moron decides he wants to get better at writing smut and shed whatever unnecessary shame he has re: sexuality? this blog. this right here.

don’t expect quality or speed bc i’m a simple gay-ace w a single braincell and too many muses

18+ blog, naturally, as there’s going to be nsfw content; have fun and don’t take life too seriously xoxo

tanner goes for the ‘if ur topping my cunt and not my ass u will only call it my cunt’ situation

finn just goes ‘i could not give a single fuck abt what u call my parts’

gabe is the ‘oh ur ascribing gendered terms to specific genitals? boohoo, my dick can be my pussy if i say so’

romeo goes ‘yes my dick is gorgeous, no it does not make me a man, thank u for ur time xoxo’

while ulfar is of the ‘we do not refer to body parts. i have no body parts even if we’re fucking, shut up’

THE placard outside the door in one of the tangential athletics buildings might bare Olive's name, but she can count on one hand the number of times she really used the office she'd been offered since she'd started coaching. With a whole campus at her disposal, why on God's green Earth would she coop herself up in a shitty little corner office with a window overlooking... a parking lot?

But even some things required an iota of privacy, whether she liked it or not.

[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office

It's an eventuality she'd come to expect: @flawedhearts had been on campus enough to know that a) no one ever sought Olive out in her office and b) that Olive herself hated the pathetic little room herself. What better way to deflect some of that hatred than to christen it with something altogether more pleasant and enjoyable?

Nothing short of a cringe-worthy cliche if she spent any amount of time thinking about it, the older of the pair is very pointedly avoiding letting her mind wander from the hands cradling her face and the lips pressing against hers. "God, you're so-" growled in the limited space between their faces, she can feel Cox smiling against her skin as the younger woman noses and nips at her jawline and neck. A warning squeeze is offered to the spy's hips, an unintentional cant of her hips upward, seeking friction, "I'm gonna kill you if you leave any marks on me, baby... It's bad enough that I'm gonna send you outta here via the window when we're done so I don't have to deal with-" her breath hitches at the dull sting of teeth pressing against her skin, "-God, if you'd picked anywhere other than my fucking office, Cox, I swear-"

put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer + @theresastargirl

How interested they are in having sex with them:

interested enough to have totally platonic thoughts abt phee's head between her legs... in reality there's quite literally no situation in which she would turn phee down, so... she's down bad

put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer + @turnandface

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them

according to miss yun, the kitchen counter is for head, the wall is for 'god i need u rn' sex, and the shower is for cute lil romantic bonding content and/or masturbating... so, uh, if pressed she'd probably go for kitchen counter sex if only bc she has a soft spot for salva giving her head and subsequently bending her over

THEY'D both threatened it on more than one occasion, used the hypothetical to rile each other up, to casually expose the apparent sexual red string of fate that connected them and their exploits. Clearly the hiding away before their relationship became public had given Ben, at least, something of a thing for exhibitionism. Or, perhaps, it was simply the undisguised possessiveness that @flawedhearts showed in claiming him that made him altogether more thankful that they were actually married and not just dating these days.

[ELEVATOR]: sender and receiver are making out in an elevator

There's a fine line between acceptable PDA and an indecent exposure charge, but given their current state - the relative calmness of their hotel - there's little consideration given to the repercussions as Mat pins him to the mirrored wall of the elevator. The second the door had closed, it was as though a switch had been flicked. Eagerly, Ben's hands tangled in Mat's hair, his breathing heavy and laboured as he forced himself to actually breathe between the heated kisses and playfully threatening nibbles. His initial attempt at talking only results in a moan as Mat's hand slips down into the front of his joggers, oh-so-casually cupping his manhood as if he owns it, as if there was any doubt as to who was in control of his lust and pleasure. As if they aren't going to be exposed outright if the elevator has to make any more stops on the way up to their floor.

The second attempt is marginally more fruitful, Ben's lips red and shiny from the assault his husband has laid upon him, "There's probably cameras in here, y'know that, right?" he rasps, "Some poor security guard's gonna get a front-row seat to some softcore porn..."

THE arrangement he and @flawedhearts had was... complicated. Not in practical ways, but professional ones. Reuben wasn't technically under contract to Charlie these days, but their relationship - combined with who Reuben was as a person - meant that he was more than happy to play the role of both boyfriend and bodyguard in a professional capacity.

It did, however, mean that Reuben found himself called away across the country to run security for events every once in a while when his partner wasn't at any cons or events.

The homecoming was always the best part of it all every single time.

[HALLWAY]: after inviting receiver into their flat, sender and receiver start making out in the hallway

Last time, it had been Reuben with one hand down Charlie's pants while he drove the younger man home. The time before that, just a little bit too much PDA in the middle of the airport. This - as far as Reuben could recall - was the closest they'd made it to an acceptable location before they'd devolved into pawing at each other.

The second the kissing had devolved into something a bit more heated, Reuben wasted little time in crowding his lover against the nearest wall, uncaring about the open door that led out into the rapidly darkening evening outside. His world was contained within the man in his arms, the lips on his own, the firm flesh of Charlie's backside as he lifted the younger man off his feet, encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist so he could start rutting against Charlie's clothed backside. So he could mouth at the flesh of his lover's neck, reacquaint himself with the taste of the other man's skin.

"Missed you-" in every conceivable way if the bulge in his trousers was anything to go by, but the tender look on his face gave away the depth of his affections, regardless, as he pulled back just enough to speak without impediment. "If I put you down," he began, voice ragged with both disuse and arousal, "I want you to go wait in bed for me. However you want... hands and knees, on your back, stomach... however you want me to have you."

intimate + sexual headcanons + @flawedhearts

05. what are the top kinks that your muse enjoys?

romeo: romeo has a thing for age gaps. doesn't have to be massive, but they v much enjoy being w an older partner. they like being arm candy, ok, we support them

luke: solidly a denial enjoyer. hits the 'he's a massive simp and sub' buttons perfectly when sb else is controlling his orgasms. well and truly eradicates the singular braincell from his head when he's been edged for a while. anything public or semi-public bc idiot rockstar energy

jayson: monsterfucking (looking pointedly at chase); he would almost definitely be thrilled if he was jokingly gifted a baddragon dildo of some description. also likes a bit of somno, but u didn't hear it from me

intimate + sexual headcanons + @flawedhearts

06. what are some/a kink that your muse wants to explore?

roman: temperature play, tbh. throw in a bit of waxplay too, while we're at it. just things that throw new sensations into sex that don't usually happen, y'know? oh, and also food. he wants to incorporate food in some way, shape, or form. probably edible body paint or smth

grey: exhibitionism/voyeurism, ig? like, he would fully be down to screw on stream so long as his face wasn't in it (which,,,, i mean bold, babe, given that u have myriad tattoos which would identify u but oh well). and uh, edging, apparently.

mikey: lowkey he kinda wants to be tied up? so restraint of some kind. something that makes him feel a lil bit powerless (w someone he trusts obvs)