Sideblog. You know. For Sideblog stuff.

she/her || 28 || not looking to play with others || 18+ mdni

[orangekatskauldron]

I am not blogging about you.

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

Histoire d'O (1975)

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

The glamorous sets of Histoire d'O (1975)

[notahorseindisguise]

hey, sex pervert question: do you ever think about me even when im not present

[dreamyvixen]

ayguldavlletova

[tired-and-a-mess]

Having a voice kink is so stupid like “omg when they talk 😍”

[calellon]

the 6th love language is actually cumming inside and fucking it deeper

[requiem01r]

[re-0000]

French Corset covers (1910 - 1919)

[devils-queen]

✞ 666 ✞

[loggednightmares]

Kink: being called baby in a soft and gentle voice

[pussygunk]

many of my kinks are just about me wanting desperately to be your favorite

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

“..all true passion has a spice of cruelty.”

— Albert Camus, Caligula

[lvmimis]

“i promise i’ll be gentle” then you’re walking funny for three days

[sodaneko]

the strangled "fuck, i missed you" between desperate kisses and with their forehead pressed against yours as you watch together how every inch of them disappears inside of you

[dynapuff]

Zuko with deft fingers but he carries so much anxiety in his body. His fingers drum against the throne as he sits and listens to petition after petition after petition.

When the day is finally over he comes to the bed chamber tired but eager to have his hands on you. While you sleep, he traces the curves of your hips, the dip of your waist; brushes his fingers lightly over the soft skin of your belly and past the waistband of your under garments to plunge ever so gently into your heat.

When you bless him with that soft sleepy hitch of your breath as he dips a finger into you, already wet and aroused from the exploration of your body earlier, he smiles to himself, takes a deep relaxing breath as the tension oozes out of him. You feel like home, familiar, like fire dancing on the tips of his fingers, swallowing him.

When he pulls his fingers from you they’re glistening with the essence of you and although Fire Lord Zuko spends most of his time being prudent he looks around the room to make sure no one will see his next move. When he finds no one lurking in the shadows, he places his fingers to his lips and tastes you, a soft blissful groan rumbling in his chest as his eyes flutter shut and he revels in the remnants of your pleasure now coating his tongue.

[throatoftheworld]

Elixirs of Absence by Hisham Echafaki