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ALL SHE EVER WANTED - follows from modernprodigal

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THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVED.

delilah has been moved over to her own main blog and you can catch her over at @stormembraced !

[rpxprompts]

⋅  ┋     TOM HARLOCK SENTENCE STARTERS :   PLAYING EPISODE

❛ do i look like shit? yep. ❜

❛ do i feel like shit? abso-fucking-lutely. ❜

❛ i really need to get therapy. ❜

❛ peer pressure really does something for me. ❜

❛ i just want something if i’m honest. ❜

❛ i’m feeling very hollow at the moment. ❜

❛ i wanna be pregnant. ❜

❛ sounds like you’re gonna get fucking pregnant. ❜

❛ you just fucking met him, you desperate bitch. ❜

❛ i didn’t sign up to fuck ___. ❜

❛ nevermind, ___, you boring bastard. ❜

❛ why am i such a rude bastard? ❜

❛ that’s a fun, sexy twist. ❜

❛ i’m wearing something i can only describe as unfuckable. ❜

❛ he hasn’t got any standards by the look of things. ❜

❛ i’m rude, but at least i’m self aware — that’s half the battle. ❜

❛ no impact, that’s what you’re making. ❜

❛ don’t become self aware, that’s weakness. ❜

❛ that’s all i was — horrifically stressed over your terrible decisions. ❜

❛ i know what time is. ❜

❛ my sister really does not fucking like me. ❜

❛ that’s a reasonable reaction, i think. ❜

❛ i am waiting to be inseminated. ❜

❛ i didn’t give you permission to use a nickname. ❜

❛ god this is an aggressive turn of events. ❜

❛ how’d you know i can’t sleep? ❜

❛ this is the confrontation none of us needed. ❜

❛ i wear some short shorts once and i don’t know how to act. ❜

❛ you’ve got a lot of input for someone with not a lot of clothes on. ❜

❛ don’t ever tell me what to do ever again. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think that i may be the problem. ❜

❛ in what world would you tell your sister, not your boyfriend, that your lesbian lover moved in? ❜

❛ time to roll my sleeves up, boys. ❜

❛ at least give me a little bit of foreplay! ❜

❛ do you not sense that there’s something wrong here? ❜

❛ do i look like i’m in the business of wanting to hear that? ❜

❛ i’m just gonna tell her i’m pregnant — i think it’s worth the drama. ❜

[stormembraced-archive]

plotting call !  i’m working on a promo atm but hit the heart and i’ll pop into your ims or discord to figure out how to best throw my disaster smol™ at your muse(s). 

[eddierredmayne]

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@riskembraced

she took her time, starting with his knuckles, and letting herself wonder almost idly how many times he’d broken them open, as her lips brushed against them all in turn, first one hand, and then the other. 

next, she kissed the left corner of his mouth, teasingly close to where her attention had been mere moments ago, and something wicked flared amidst the tenderness for a moment as one hand came to card through his hair almost lazily. from there she continued her inventory, the press of her mouth feather light and barely there as she followed the line up his right cheek, pulling back only long enough to reposition herself within better reach.

a brush above his right eyebrow was next, accompanied by a quiet hum as she pointedly ignored the flare of heat that rushed insistently through her, this was more important. she smiled faintly when she pulled back to look at him, her expression one of outright adoration, and laced with a request for permission before she dared lower.

she hesitated over his heart, fingertips tracing steadily against the edges of the ragged mark at the center of his chest, and she couldn’t quite help the way that lead settled against the liquid fire in the pit of her stomach. she forgot, sometimes, how close she came to never being able to meet him, never being able to see or hear or touch or love —  her own heart squeezed violently, in pure defiance of a world where his had ceased. when her lips finally pressed to the scar with a gentleness that bordered on reverence, she prayed silently that he didn’t feel the tremble in them. 

it took a moment, to work up the will to pull away, to lose the sensation of his miraculously stubborn heart against her, but by the time she did, she’d made a decision. finally, green eyes raised to meet blue, and she found herself infuriated by the burn of traitorous emotion as she took his face in her hands, her own heart threatening mutiny as fear and affection and so much more that she couldn’t begin to name tightened around it like a vice. 

finally, she pressed her lips to his, doing her best to make him know without words the consuming entirety of all she had felt for him for so long. when she pulled back, it was only just enough to whisper into the space between them. 

“ i love you. ”

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@riskembraced​ said :  [ denial ] [ denial ]  —  your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

at the beginning of this, it’d been about what she’d expected, breathy laughter and the occasional pout each time he’d retracted his touch, resisting the urge to try to kiss the coy smile off his face with every blatant tease. that easy, if frustrated, amusement though, had long since passed, replaced instead by a haze of need and singular minded focus.

she has no idea how long he’s held her here, on a precipice she’s not sure she’s ever wanted to be off of this badly, before something in her gives. her words come out as a whine, not even partially suppressed, any and all fight washed out in favor of desperation so heavy she almost doesn’t recognize her own voice.

“ damien, please. ”

[everythings-all-write]

In-Depth Sinday Meme

What is your muse’s favorite place(s) to be touched?

Are there any foods that are like aphrodisiacs to your muse?

Are there particular scents/sounds that turn your muse on?

Does your muse enjoy dirty talk? Do they like to do the talking or being dirty talked?

What are some subtle gestures that get your muse in the mood?

How does your muse communicate to others they they’re in the mood?

How does your muse flirt?

How does your muse approach someone they want to sleep with?

What are some physical things your muse does when they want someone to sleep with them?

How does your muse approach one-night stands versus long term partners?

Is your muse very physically intimate?

Is your muse very emotionally intimate?

Does your muse enjoy cuddling after sex?

What are the requirements for your muse to sleep with someone?

Does your muse use protection? If so, what kind?

What is a fantasy your muse has?

Is your muse noisy in bed? How noisy? What makes them reach that level?

Does your muse enjoy teasing? Giving or receiving? How long can they stand it?

How does your muse respond to people making advances on them?

What is a kink your muse has? How would they bring it up to their partner?

What is one sexual insecurity that your muse has?

What kills the mood for your muse instantly?

What gets your muse in the mood instantly?

Does your muse enjoy roleplaying in the bedroom?

Does your muse prefer gentle lovemaking or rough sex?

Is your muse the type to fall in love from having sex or to leave it be?

What was your muse’s first sexual experience?

What was your muse’s best sexual experience?

What was their worst sexual experience?

Does your muse enjoy kissing? Caressing?

What is your muse’s favorite part of sex?

What is one area they’re great at during sex?

What is one area they could use improvement in during sex?

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

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damien o’connell, to wyatt: i will fornicate with my wife wherever i please.

our children are idiots, pt 1 of  ∞, ft @riskembraced

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“i’m gonna wing it.” —me, about something i most definitely should not wing.

independent fandomless original character.  written by kate.  multiverse & multiship.  crossover & oc friendly.  trigger heavy.  selective & private.  est. august .14, 2019.

[lostcap]

Soulmates aren’t rare, they aren’t, you’ll meet a thousand soulmates, just as you’ll live a thousand lives.

North Stars though, they are. By chance you’ll meet someone who encompass the way home. Someone who is home. And knowing them is like being found with never knowing you were lost.

And you will love them. God, you will love them as they are because they are yours. They exist beneath your skin, in your veins, to your bones. They were written in some far off past life.

There is no force that is more than they are.

You are born half in love with them, and to have them, to be theirs, is like nothing else. Nothing would dare to be.

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@riskembraced said :  “hey there, darlin’. it’s… it’s me. your idiot. partner in chaos.” he’s been on the other side of the bed before, but never like this. he keeps gentle hold of her hand, his thumb stroking across her knuckles. “you remember… y'remember the first time we met? you saved me. in more ways than one, turns out. comin’ up the way you do, causing a scene. scarin’ off that girl, accusin’ me of cheating on you. and i ran with it. i’d always go with anything you say. still would. remember javier?” he can’t stop the soft smile, the weak chuckle that escapes him. “it’s your favorite story. javier the pool boy. still proud of myself for coming up with that. scared the shit out of me when you brought me to meet wyatt, him askin’ if it makes him javier. did i ever tell you i thought i’d misread the signs and accidentally agreed to a threesome?” he squeezes her hand then, searching her eyes for any indication that she recognized any aspect of the story. “then i asked about the ‘pregnancy’ and you were— you were brilliant, as always… should’ve known then i’d fall in love with you. so please, delilah o'connell, please remember me.”

darlin’ washes over delilah like new blanket, unfamiliar and strange, yet warm all the same. her eyes drop from his to his hand wrapped around hers, the matching bands that confirm just how important he’s supposed to be to her, and yet. her thoughts race wildly in her skull, too fast for her to identify even half of them, and despite the urge to pull back from this stranger who is apparently also her husband, she doesn’t, her whole attention moving to his story.

when he chuckles, she catches herself smiling, then stops, not having remembered choosing to do so. it feels like muscle memory, easy as breathing, to smile when he does, her nose scrunching slightly at the story of a meeting she has no recollection of. it’s almost infuriating, the way she can almost see it if she tries, like she’s looking down at something through dark water, and it’s just barely too far into the murk for her to make out, just a hair’s breadth out of reach.

there’s no stopping the way her eyes light up at the mention of wyatt. colt. her colton. so sweet and gentle until she coaxed out his wild side. it’s easy to imagine why this man (damien, the thought of the name makes something in her core that she can’t even begin to identify ache almost painfully) would make the assumption, what’s harder to imagine are circumstances where she would’ve brought him to meet wyatt if that hadn’t been her intention. she can almost see it, too, a look of growing alarm, with an echo of wyatt’s familiar, easy laughter somewhere behind her — but the image is gone before it even fully forms.

the squeeze to her hand pulls her back to the present, and she feels something in her shatter at the hope on the face of the man before her. something not unlike despair twists painfully in her gut, sharper and more insistent with every word out of his mouth. she should remember, she wants to remember, wants so much to remember being the person this man looks at with so much unadulterated adoration.

delilah o’connell. there’s a correction at the tip of her tongue, always ready in the event that someone dared refer to her as barnett — but then the weight of it settles against her. she’s never gone by that name in her life, but that’s not stopping the surge of rightness and belonging that comes with it.

“i —” as he finishes, tears prick traitorously at the corners of her eyes and she can’t find their true source (confusion, guilt, and the profound feeling of loss all vying for her attention). “i’m sorry i...  i don’t…” she swallows, draws her hand out of his, curling it into a fist and tucking it against the hollow of her throat, as though she could pull his memories into herself by sheer force of will. “i’m sorry.”

⋅ ┋ amnesia meme.  /  accepting but i’m broken ya’ll.

[sagamemes]

challenge my writing. send me a word, and i will write a drabble about that topic—but without ever using the word you said.

the word can be anything. try a colour, an emotion, relationships, the weather, or even a name to make me think what that word means to our muses’ dynamic and how can i convey that without saying the word. synonyms are allowed… but let’s try to be creative here, guys.

[sagamemes]

my muse has no recollection of who yours is, or what significance yours has to them. what would yours tell mine to try to make them remember?

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Send me something to drabble about

A single word, a memory, a piece of the past that you’d like to see in greater detail, a scene between two muses. Let me write and worldbuild, pry into my character’s inner workings. 

[modernprodigal-a]

okay so here’s the deal ya’ll. there’s a massive hurricane headed for my town. it probably won’t hit until late tuesday/early wednesday, but it’s still coming. its still going to be big. right now dorian’s at cat 5 and the estimate for how much it’ll have weakened by the time it hits us keeps changing. they’ve started issuing evacuations but unless something changes i’ll probably be staying put. 

so. i’m gonna be a little more scarce online, go figure. we’re almost definitely going to lose power, i don’t know how long for. so i’m probably gonna reblog a few memes just so that i can write and keep myself occupied/distracted during everything. the best place to get ahold of me is gonna be on discord ( ouch mouse 🦔 #3826 ).

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anonymous said :  benji & wyatt. 

“ well, first of all, benji’s... like my brother. sure i might tease him, but that’s just to get his ears all red ‘cause he hates it. ”   a pause, genuinely curious as her brow lifts.   “ and second, you really think you put us all in a room together naked and either one of ‘em would have eyes for me? ”

⋅ ┋ send delilah potential threesomes.   /   accepting.