Wild, Thing.

Cause she's just like the weather Can't hold her together Born from dark water-- Daughter of the rain and snow.. (indie rp / multiverse 18+)

[drexmwomxn]

[noonsrocky]

Zendaya attending the Spider-man:Brand new day premiere in London

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆  𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞   &   𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧   (usft   prompts)

𝐝𝐨𝐦

❝   don’t   look   away   from   me   unless   you   want   to   be   punished.   ❞

❝   you   don’t   get   to   come   until   i   say.   ❞

❝   good.   now   stay   exactly   like   that   while   i   enjoy   what’s   mine.   ❞

❝   make   a   mess.   i’ll   clean   it   up   with   my   mouth.   ❞

❝   keep   begging.   it   sounds   better   the   more   desperate   you   get.   ❞

❝   you’re   going   to   take   every   bit   of   what   i   give   you.   ❞

❝   i   could   ruin   you   with   just   my   voice,   you   know   that?   ❞

❝   your   only   job   right   now   is   to   fall   apart   for   me.   ❞

❝   touch   yourself   —   but   don’t   you   dare   finish   until   i   tell   you   to.   ❞

❝   every   inch   of   you   belongs   to   me.   don’t   forget   that.   ❞

❝   open   wider,   baby.   let   me   hear   those   pretty   sounds.   ❞

❝   on   your   knees.   not   for   worship   —   because   that’s   where   you   belong.   ❞

❝   keep   your   hands   behind   your   back.   i   want   you   trembling,   not   touching.   ❞

❝   you   don’t   need   to   think   —   just   obey.   ❞

❝   i   want   to   hear   you   cry   from   how   good   it   feels.   ❞

❝   spread   your   legs.   let   me   see   how   ready   you   are   for   me.   ❞

❝   say   my   name   when   you   come.   say   it   like   you   mean   it.   ❞

❝   no   one   else   gets   you   like   this.   only   me.   ❞

❝   i   want   you   ruined,   wrecked,   and   whispering   my   name   in   your   sleep.   ❞

❝   we’re   not   done   until   i’ve   broken   you   in   all   the   right   ways.   ❞

𝐬𝐮𝐛

❝   please,   use   me   how   you   want.   ❞

❝   i   ache   for   your   hands.   your   voice.   your   control.   ❞

❝   tell   me   what   to   do.   i’ll   do   anything.   ❞

❝   ruin   me.   please.   i   want   it   rough.   ❞

❝   i   don’t   want   gentle   tonight.   i   want   owned.   ❞

❝   i’ll   behave.   just...   don’t   stop   touching   me.   ❞

❝   please   tell   me   i’m   doing   good.   please   —   i   need   to   hear   it.   ❞

❝   i   want   to   be   your   favorite   toy.   your   prettiest   problem.   ❞

❝   your   praise   does   things   to   me   i   can’t   explain.   ❞

❝   i   can   take   it.   even   if   i   cry,   i   want   it.   ❞

❝   you   make   me   feel   so   small.   and   i   love   it.   ❞

❝   i’m   not   shy.   i   just   want   to   be   perfect   for   you.   ❞

❝   i   want   to   fall   apart   for   you   and   only   you.   ❞

❝   every   part   of   me   is   yours   —   just   say   the   word.   ❞

❝   i   love   when   you   make   all   the   decisions.   ❞

❝   being   used   by   you   feels   better   than   anything   else.   ❞

❝   tie   me   down.   don’t   let   me   escape   the   way   you   love   me.   ❞

❝   i’ll   cry   for   it.   moan   for   it.   beg   for   it.   just   say   the   word.   ❞

❝   i   need   your   hands.   your   mouth.   your   permission.   ❞

❝   please   break   me   a   little.   i   want   to   feel   it   tomorrow.   ❞

[thickskll]

"you calling me remarkable?" zane says, then he gives her the goofiest smile, effortlessly playing into the ridiculous part. he hopes her teasing is an indication that this conversation would leave a far better impression than the last - zane was well aware of his innate desire to be liked, with nebula, it was way more than just her not seeing him as some cocky asshole. "yeah? you'd give me a list of recs? cool, uh..." his voice trails off in thought as he actually tries to conjure up book titles, authors, or even genres that have intrigued him and shamefully draws blanks. "what about what you're reading? a little romance with complicated stuff sounds like something i could easily sink my teeth into...but - no spoilers, obviously - it does have a happy ending in the end, right?" his tone remains light, casual, though the way his eyes set on her indicate there's a subliminal meaning to his question.

[loveisliquor]

"...ridiculous, yes." his smile is endearing when it isn't trying to cut her down to size, disarming in it's sheer goofiness, it's warmth. she gives him a bright smile in return, toothy and open, far from the practiced perfection in front of the camera. she can almost hear her mother telling her to calm down in the back of her mind (she ignores her). "yeah i'd give you some recs if you'd like... if you're sure you want them." she still isn't sure reading is his thing but she's happy to encourage it regardless. "...circe? um.... it's based off the odyssey. no one really get's happy endings in greek stories. not really. and it's... well. there's no real romance actually. depending on the retelling you read she's either assaulting him for almost a year or they're having an affair for almost a year-- odysseus is married to penelope at the time and trying to get home..." she waves her hands as she speaks, her cheeks bright with excitement. "maybe-- start with clytemnestra? it's about helen of troy's twin sister, and it's... one of my favourite books i've read this year. it ends with something close to happy-- though that's not how her overall story ends so-- i'm not sure it counts as a happy ending actually--" she rambles, excitedly, and pauses for a breath. an idea sparks, and so does she-- "oh-- you could read one dark window? it's a duology but the series ends happily. it's by rachel gillig."

[loveshard]

"mean's my middle name, baby," chance joked, voice muffled. he pressed his lips just above her knee, then higher before he drew back just far enough to see her face, the smile crumpling her complaint, the pink rising in her cheeks. he grinned back, teeth against his bottom lip, then shifted his grip and dragged her nearer by the hips—a practice so familiar it needed no conscious thought. the table rocked as he seated her along the edge, a tremor passing through jars of stems and water that threatened to topple over with the slightest motion. he kept his eyes on her, never minding a little mess. the shop floor could use a good mop job anyway. "gotta taste all my presents before i open 'em," he said, hooking her legs over his shoulders and nosing beneath her skirt. he stilled, breath exhaling over her core, the spot he knew she was desperate for him to reach. "shop policy."

[loveisliquor]

"chance--" she pouts at him, her nose wrinkled in amused irritation at having her pleasure delayed. "ooh--" he pulls her closer to the edge, and her stomach tightens, heat spears through her gut, slicing her in half, intensifying her blush. "you're insane--" she loves it. she keeps her eyes on his for as long as she can, a loose lust drunk smile on her lips as she watches him. he finds his way beneath her skirt with practiced ease, and hooks her legs over his shoulders without a second though. she's soaked through her panties, enough that the fabric is almost transluscent. she's into him-- she's not ashamed of it. hot breath fans out against oversensitive skin and she twitches in his grasp, swallowing another sound of frustrated pleasure down her throat. "far be it from me to fuck with your work flow. taste away, baby."

[loveshard]

holden had danced twice, maybe three times, in his entire supernatural existence. each time it was in another city, with another woman whose face he no longer remembered and who'd been more invested in showing him off than teaching him how to twirl. he didn't even remember what it was supposed to feel like. he licked the last smear of frosting off his thumb, momentum carrying him forward in her grasp, his hand swallowing hers. "i don't dance," he argued, though he felt compelled to see what she would do with him in her arms. wasn't sure what he'd do, either. he was not a dancer—at least, not in the ways she was. to the hybrid, movement had always been an extension of violence or escape, not something soft. a hundred years ago, maybe he'd have managed a waltz, but that muscle had atrophied. he'd forgotten the etiquette, the steps, or how to go slow, so he'll have to fake something close. "it's genetic," he supplied. one hand stayed locked at her waist, the other anchoring her palm in his. "i couldn't dance if my life depended on it."

[loveisliquor]

"i remember you saying that once before...we managed just fine then--" she likes holden close, likes the way her magic spins in his presence, as eager for contact as she is. she watches him lick the frosting off his thumb, and her eyes flicker neon purple for a few heated seconds. "we'll manage just fine now." she holds his hand, feels the brush of century old callouses against soft fingers. "yes, i've met other white people before who struggled with dancing--" her lips curl into a playful smile, still soft at the edges, because it's holden--and she is always soft at the edges for him. "you're holding me properly, so that helps. just-- follow me, for the first few steps? we'll go slow. take a step to the left--" she takes one step to the left, careful, slow but within the general vicinity of the slow beat of the song. "then back--" she bites back a smile, and moves slow, lets herself savour the sensation of this, the closeness, but also the look holden got on his face when she made him do something he wouldn't choose for himself. "then forward--" she nods once, then again. "well look at that holden, i do believe we are dancing. again."

[loveshard]

[ → 🐤 ] : "vanished" how. left the store? moved to another floor? or just wasn't there when you looked? [ → 🐤 ] : was this before or after the lincoln showed up [ → 🐤 ] : never said i didn't want gelato, just that your timing is insane [ → 🐤 ] : the chain of command is not decided by this snack-funded empire [ → 🐤 ] : marc will be reminded of that shortly [ → 🐤 ] : 🙄 [ → 🐤 ] : restriction can be arranged if you insist. i get enough of your brat routine as is.

[loveisliquor]

[ → 🦇 ]: i have no idea i went into another room and when i came out he was ghost, and i was grateful [ → 🦇 ]: this was....before. definitely before. the day before i think [ → 🦇 ]: normal people say thank you. also, i'm insane. duh. [ → 🦇 ]: and yet here i sit with my gelato, and there you sit glowering [ → 🦇 ]: leave marc alone! we won't let you bully him! [ → 🦇 ]: 😘 [ → 🦇 ]: it's not a routine, brat is a lifestyle??? [ → 🦇 ]: let's see how i feel once i see your face.

[loveshard]

blake grunted, annoyed but careful, but he switched gears to check the bite. the dress strap hung mangled, fabric puckered around the wound. the mark itself was a mean thing, layers deep, the flesh torn wider than it should have been. torn and ragged by the fangs rather than the neat puncture of a quick feed. nasty, vengeful work. the sight of it fed every carnal violence in him. the bastard had gotten cocky, thinking he'd have more time with her, thinking blake wouldn't rip him limb from limb for so much as laying a hand. gritting his teeth, he tamped down the rippling urge to take out every last ounce of fury on what was left of the room. wouldn't be helpful, not now.

"you're lucky you still have a shoulder attached," he muttered, jaw clenched tight. "should've just played dead 'til i showed up," he continued, hand pressing gently around the wound, seeking out signs of deeper damage. he didn't mean to sound harsh, but rage made him petty, and there was no walking it back. "hold still." he pressed his hand in a ring around the skin, feeling for swelling, grinding his teeth at how her blood had already started to crust in the teeth marks. the scent was heavier up close, a sudden hit to his senses. he kept his fangs in check, even when the temptation lingered, pulsing at the back of his throat. "it looks worse than it is," he said, lying. it looked exactly as bad as it was, but that wouldn't reassure her. "we'll patch you up at home," he decided as he dug a rag from his pocket and blotted at the blood. "sorry about the dress," he said, though it was an afterthought. he knew how tweety would mourn the loss, how much of the armor was stitched in silk and gold fabrics from eras older than her. "i'll buy you another."

[loveisliquor]

she winces when he touches the wound, bites her bottom lip to will herself still. the pain is searing, when he presses down, but she grits her teeth and let's her hearbeat give her away. she heard him the first time, and it makes his lie almost sweet. she chuckles softly, a quiet peal of bizarre giggles. "i think that's the first time you've ever lied to me." she exhales softly, as he attempts to clean her up a little. she is quiet, uncharacteristically so, as he works. she's trying to shove her feelings in a box, clear her mind and focus on what she can, what she knows. blake is here, and she is going home. the past 24 hours were a nightmare, certainly but she is awake now. she is fine. she gives him a smile, but it still doesn't quite reach her eyes. "i know just the one i want."

she is antsy to get up, to get out of here, away from the smell of her own blood and the bodies of the men who'd attempted to paint the walls with it. once she's free of the last of her bindings and blake's careful assessment, she attempts to get up-- and sways on the spot. her head is spinning, dizzy from the blood loss, and the adrenaline dump. "oh fuck--" her nose wrinkles as she attempts to steady herself. "i'm okay--" she isn't sure why she says it, this is-- quite possibly-- the least okay she's ever been. but the panic, she anger, the strange pit of sorrow are all locked in a box and shoved as far down as she can manage. powerless she may be, but breaking down in front of blake feels like some kind of loss. shame, strange and unwanted swirls in her gut. she breathes in, out-- and tries to force it into the overburdened box. "i'm okay. can we just... get the fuck out of here. please?" her voice is softer now too, a hint of desperation. the longer she stays, the more her control seems to fray.

[loveshard]

[ → Miss Laveau ] : My threshold for dramatics is perfectly reasonable. [ → Miss Laveau ] : I spend time with you. That alone proves unusual tolerance. [ → Miss Laveau ] : The fondant comment was a precaution. You'd be surprised what bakeries try to pass off as "chocolate cake" at this hour. I've been disappointed before, and I refuse to be disappointed by cake again. [ → Miss Laveau ] : But I trust your taste. Most of the time. [ → Miss Laveau ] : Blaming my presence for your lack of magical restraint is convenient. That sounds like a control issue on your end, but I'm happy to take the blame if it helps your ego.

[loveisliquor]

[ → Big Bad Wolf ]: You should tell that to your face [ → Big Bad Wolf ]: I am the calmest of the laveaus. Quite frankly if I am your limit, you require a little help... broadening your horizons [ → Big Bad Wolf ]: ...Don't worry, I know a girl who owes me a favour. It'll be the best cake you've had this side of 50 years [ → Big Bad Wolf ]: ...always the caveat. [ → Big Bad Wolf ]: It's definitely your presence. Your hybrid vibes are a little intense, pair that with a brooding forehead and well, my magic does it's best to cheer you up.

[7minute]

〝   he   wanted   to   play   chess   .   .   〞he   repeats,   confusion   evident   in   his   timbre   –––  still   suspicious,   regardless   of   whether   or   not   pair   actually   played   a   whole   game,   felix   still   believed   the   other   had   further   intentions.   〝   right,   whatever.   i'm   just   glad   you're   back   now.   〞a   sigh   of   relief   leaves   his   lips   as   felix   takes   her   hand   to   lead   her   away   from   the   bedroom,   happy   to   hear   nothing   else   happened.   〝   i'm   not   worried,   i   just   missed   you.   i   mean,   you   ditched   me   to   go   play   chess   and   left   me   with   these   drunk   idiots.   〞

[loveisliquor]

"you're missing the part where i won?" she curtsies, manages it despite the sheer amount of liquor sloshing about her veins. "yes, i'm back. a chess champion-- ooh--" she follows him, focuses on not stumbling, on keeping up with his strides as he navigates the swaying, drunken crowds. "missed me? i was gone-- thirty minutes, maybe. your friend was not very good at chess. and besides-- these are your drunk idiots." she smiles up at him, bright and slightly lopsided. "where are you taking me-- your legs are very long and I am a little vertically challenged, so i'm going to need you to slow down felix--" she giggles as she stumbles, narrowly avoiding a couple in the midst of some very serious pda. "oops--sorry-- continue on-"

[bloglandria]

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Aw.

[7minute]

〝   okay,   when   i   told   you   to   have   fun,   i   meant   doing   absolutely   anything   else.   you   should   probably   stay   away   from   him;   or   you   know   .  .  any   of   the   guys'   bedrooms.   〞

[loveisliquor]

"he said he wanted to play chess?" her brow furrows, her nose wrinkled in contemplation. "i bet i could beat him, even-- tipsy. i'm very good-- chess is fun. especially how he plays-- when he takes a piece i take a shot!" and he'd taken a few, hence her giggling-- but in the end she'd won, and the gentleman in question was passed out on his bedroom floor. "but i won." she beams up at him, an easy wide smile on her lips. "why is your brow-- furrowed. you look--worried? why are you worried?"

[likemonalisa]

Tems, Interview Magazine, 2023

[ohisms]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

       →  WORDS .

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

         →  ACTIONS .

❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . ❛  deny .   to  deny  my  muse  an  orgasm . ❛  distance .   to  have  [ phone / video ]  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . ❛  paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . ❛  table .   to  hoist  my  muse  onto  a  [ table  /  counter ] . ❛  clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . ❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse . ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film . ❛  mark .   to  leave  marks  on  my  muse  [  optional :  specify where  ] . ❛  tie .   to  use  restraints  on  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  throat .   to  choke  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  sparring .   for  sparring  to  turn  into  sex . ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . ❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo . ❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . ❛  tear .   to  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛  shower .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  the  [ shower / bath ] . ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . ❛  carnal .   to  [ scratch / bite ]  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  [ read / work ] . ❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare . ❛  read .   to  re-enact  something  from  a  [ book / show / porn ]  with  my  muse . ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  caught .   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex .

[loveshard]

[ → Miss Laveau ] : Acceptance is a generous interpretation. [ → Miss Laveau ] : Oliver is already waiting by the door. Don't let him convince you he's been neglected. He's dramatic when he wants attention. You two have that in common. [ → Miss Laveau ] : If you're replacing the cake, dark chocolate. Or lemon. Nothing with fondant or hidden fruit in the middle. [ → Miss Laveau ] : Your spellwork is always loud to my senses, whether you admit it or not.. but I'll reserve judgment until you get here.

[loveisliquor]

[ → Big Bad Wolf ]: it's the one i'm taking [ → Big Bad Wolf ] : Oliver is the best, I've missed him. And your threshold for dramatics is woefully low, all things considered. You should work on that. [ → Big Bad Wolf ]: These are both incredibly useful, and insanely specific. Also I'd never buy a cake with fondant-- please be serious. [ → Big Bad Wolf]: You just are a little more attuned to it now, but it's not the symphony orchestra you claim. most of the time. [ → Big Bad Wolf ]: you do sometimes make it a little bit wilder just by being in the room, but-- that's your fault, not mine.

[difashiondiaries]