#bramares

x. ‘break up’ sex

send me a face claim and I will answer these questions.

          d.j. cotrona;

will i play with this face claim: yes / no / very selectively / only if it’s the canon fcif no, is it because they are over used: yes / no / it’s due to past experiencecomments: ok so pls don’t judge me, but up until five seconds ago I literally had no idea who he was, oops. or I did, but just, not by his name, by his face. I have from dusk till dawn saved in my netflix list, just haven’t gotten around to watching it yet, but honestly damn he’s good looking so although I probably wouldn’t play him myself (yet) I’d definitely play opposite him. if the muse and the plot fit, obviously.

         zoe kravitz;

will i play with this face claim: yes / no / very selectively / only if it’s the canon fcif no, is it because they are over used: yes / no / it’s due to past experiencecomments: zoe kravitz is one of those fcs I honestly hardly see played on my dash, other than a select few people I know that play her. but all of the zoe fcs I have seen are fabulous, so sign me up, 100%.

        bob morley;

will i play with this face claim: yes bitch yes / no / very selectively / only if it’s the canon fcif no, is it because they are over used: yes / no / it’s due to past experiencecomments: I love bob morley, like so much, goodbye.

       eiza gonzalez;

meme: sexual tension versionstatus: accepting.

she’s been in her own head for quite some time now, fingers strumming along her guitar with pauses every few moments to write something on the pad lying on the coffee table. it isn’t that she’s ignoring her girlfriend, despite not even greeting her once she was joined in the living room. morgan just can’t help but get lost sometimes, not wanting to break concentration even for a second when she thinks she might have something. and, considering times are rare whenever she feels something worthy to even try to jot down- the girl can’t help but stay focused. 

it’s only a minutes after that do her fingers finally cease playing what's beginning to sound like random and nonsensical chords, and her eyes tear from her guitar as well-- looking in alice’s direction and only now relaxing the furrow between her brows. fingertips tap a few times against the wood of the instrument before she’s finally moving it from her lap to set on the couch, moving to the separate one where her girlfriend is seated and sitting next to her. morgan stays quiet, but sets her head against the other’s shoulder, her silent and late ‘hello’ to the girl as her hands move to clasp one of alice’s between her own. for several seconds, she plays with her fingers, the calloused pad of her index finger tracing a cliche heart along the side of her hand.

Blinking a few times as her attention was brought back to the tutor sitting across from her, Zoe let out a low huff, eyebrows knitting together in frustration as her gaze met his, clearly not interested in continuing. “Look, I don’t want to be rude or anything, but this? This is hell, okay? I mean – honestly, this is no reflection on you and your work, but I’ve been fantasizing for the past ten minutes about all the ways I could use that textbook to knock myself out so I wouldn’t have to continue studying this.” As she perched herself on the edge of her seat, both hands clasped together over the table, a bit of a pleading tone laced into Zoe’s voice, expression somewhat hopeful once she spoke again. “Can we do something else for a while? Please?”

her back is to ivy, working on something to eat most likely since she was in the kitchen but it isn’t like the brunette really cares about that. there’s better things to eat and what she’s thinking about  D E F I N I T E L Y  can’t be found in the refrigerator. sex had never been something this present on her mind until lina came into her life; it wasn’t rare that she went months without it before stumbling upon the blonde. now that she has, however, it’s like she can’t quite get ENOUGH. ivy now understands why people compare love to an addiction, and she’d be damned if she doesn’t get her fill. hands snake around her girlfriend’s waist, soft lips press a line of kisses along the back of a shoulder until she can nest her face into a warm neck. “mornin’,” she muffles between the kisses she begins to place there, her hands showing they weren’t planning to stay dormant as one of them slips to cup her gently, middle finger lazily dragging over lina’s underwear. “whatcha making?” the question comes out innocently, but the smile she hides in the girl’s neck is anything but. @bramares