“I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.”
— Richard Siken, Wishbone
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@silkandglass
“I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.”
— Richard Siken, Wishbone
Moon Lit Sparkles 🌙✨
Soft Affection
Send in an icon for my muse to:
🎀 Play with your muse’s hair
✋ brush fingers/hold hands
👉 Gently poke or prod yours
💐 give a gift
🎎 sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours
🛌 take a nap with yours
🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other
🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item
☺ stroke your muse’s cheek/face
🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing
✨+ add your own
🐱 to reverse
fluff/nsfw starters
doubtfulbones:
i always go rooting around for starters so i just decided to make my own (with bonus a/b/o because i rarely see them)
fluffy:
“c’mere, just lie with me.”
“you did that? all by yourself?”
“i’m so proud of you and i hope you know that.”
“i could kiss you for hours.”
“heh, you’re kinda cute when you’re sleepy/hungry/angry.”
“sit on my lap, tell me what’s up.”
“just wear my sweater, you’ll be okay.”
“is that my sweater?”
“do you love me too?”
“do you want a kiss?”
“we’re gonna cuddle all day, i don’t care.”
“give me a kiss.”
“you’re so small in my arms!”
“you’re really warm and i don’t get it.”
“stop being so cute.”
not so soft:
“fuck, you’re making me wet/hard/horny.”
“do you like that?”
“like this?”
“touch me here.”
“keep doing that and don’t stop, please.”
“it’s so obvious when you’re turned on.”
“you’re so hard/wet, holy shit.”
“what do you want to do to me?”
“what do you want me to do to you?”
“i could leave you like this.”
“satisfy yourself.”
“you should wear [x] more often.”
“you smell gorgeous.”
“where do you want me?”
“twirl for me, let me see all of you.”
hard:
“fuck me anywhere, i don’t care.”
“come inside me, make me yours.”
“mark me more.”
“harder.”
“you sound so good, keep going, be a little louder.”
“you’re throbbing/dripping, holy shit.”
“make me your toy, just use me.”
“get on your knees, you’re mine.”
“you have such a talented mouth.”
“beg.”
“so what?”
“and what if i did?”
“make me.”
“turn around, bend over.”
“against the wall/on the bed, now.”
rough:
“too sensitive…”
“let me come for you.”
“i own this pretty pussy/cock, understand?”
“fuck me harder or i’ll do it myself!”
“you’re gonna touch yourself to make yourself come if you don’t obey me.”
“louder. scream my name. i said scream it.”
“tell me how bad you want it.”
“be quiet, or everyone else is gonna hear you.”
“want everyone else to hear you scream?”
“tell me how fucking good it feels.”
“spread your legs. wider.”
“you’re so fucking big/tight/wet.”
“come on my face/ass/thighs.”
“you like that, don’t you, you slut?”
“swallow it, good boy/girl.”
a/b/o
“what an obedient omega.”
“you’re so wet, are you on your heat?”
“you smell like sex.”
“knot me.”
“fill me.”
“bite me harder, i thought you were an alpha.”
“fuck me like the alpha you are.”
“ride me harder.”
“mark me, make me yours.”
“you smell so fucking delicious.”
“i can take an alpha in any way i please.”
“you’re on your heat, i can tell.”
“help me with my heat and fuck me.”
“come inside of me.”
“stop humping the pillow, i’m right here.”
“you’re so fucking big.”
“you have enough toys, satisfy yourself.”
“fine, if you’re that desperate.”
“be my alpha/omega.”
“i’m a beta, and even i know you’ve just fucked.”
use them if you want! just don’t remove my url or anything ;0
this pussy? designer. cucci, if u will,
run the world (girls) // beyonce
happy international women’s day (march 8th) ♡
Two reasons I don't trust people
1. I don’t know them
2. I know them
in the beginning,
@rxmandrake
headphones on, classic rock blaring. a big sweater, panties, & nothing else, pacing the apartment with her laptop in hand. roman was out, & was supposed to be for the day, so z was occupied with her secret obsession - tracking down the assholes who had captured her. while there was a tiny part of her that had come to be thankful for the event, it was how roman came into her life. & he was the most INTERESTING thing. . . but, that part of her was completely over-ridden by the rest of her that needed to sink her fangs into their flesh. revenge was such an ugly word, but it was what it was. & as far as her little task being secret, it was only until she was sure she had as many hard facts as possible before she asked roman for his help. she just wanted. . . to make sure roman knew she was taking this seriously. she also figured the more they knew, the less chance he would get hurt. ( because she was obviously not coming out unscathed, but she wasn’t really worried about that. )
hips moved to the beat of blue oyster cult, & her teeth come down on her lip as she pushed away the thought. she focused instead on what all this would entail. over the last few weeks, zah’ra had worked tirelessly gathering what info she could. even gone to the lengths of contacting hackers over message boards, trading bitcoin for security footage off the street from the night she was taken. a lot of doors opened with the segments of videos she was able to isolate of them. she then dug up license plate numbers, car descriptions. mug shots, all three of their criminal records, all which were extensive. she’s found addresses, aliases. all of the right information, right down to where they were now. the midwest was a hell of a road trip, & what she wanted to do when they got there. . .
z had killed before. twice even before she’d been turned. mostly they’d been accidental, or blood-lust driven. never before had she plotted, planned out, fucking bookmarked weapons to buy online for such a thing. it made her feel DIRTY - but she felt so justified, like she was owed this.
it was a gamble to assume that roman would go along with her. part of him wanted to be good so bad. . . but all she wanted was everything but. she exhaled, telling herself that it would be okay. he’d want to help her. he’d see she was right in this. he just had too.
feeling reassured, she placed her laptop down on the counter, having danced her way to the kitchen. she reached over into the fridge, grabbing herself a bottle of water, before turning around to find roman sitting at the bar, sitting there as though he didn’t just sneak up on her, looking at her computer with those eyebrows furrowed in. she’d last been glaring at their mugshots. . . & now she stood there against the fridge, watching him carefully as she pulled her headphones down to her neck, pressing pause on her phone.
zah’ra cleared her throat,
( here we go. . . )
“ ━ you’re home early. ”
What is the 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥?
I’ve lost track.
@rxmandrake :*
“ meet every sunrise with a middle finger salute ”
“ always, baby. ”
❝ you’re cleaning this one up, i cleaned up the last one. ❞
“ ugh - you’re such a baby. i didn’t call you just because you’re pretty. i don’t want to do the heavy lifting. i just got my nails done. ” z rolled her eyes, unsure herself of how sarcastic she was being. “ maybe i should just call astor instead. he’s good at this kind of thing. ”
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‘ you’re a monster. ‘ " yes. “