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[libidinelost]

❛ sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise. ❜

“Talk is my money, honey.”

She lifted herself from the bar, tossing the cost of her tab onto the counter and nodded to the exit. Touch was a sense she both avoided and exploited every day, her fingers dancing across his forearm to beckon him to follow. It was her game, knowing how to entice or deceive—sometimes both. 

The man before her didn’t seem all that easy to do either. He kept to himself almost the entire night as she wasn’t sure if she even saw a drop of booze touch his lips. Maybe he followed out of pure curiosity, or he just hated the drunk bar patrons that much.

“Bilgewater don’t sleep darlin’, ‘cept maybe when the mist rolls through. But I hope the outside is a little more accommodating noise-wise?”

@diplomatic-steel

[libidinelost]

❛  i walk the line.  ❜ - shadowsmastered

“Those are my favorite type of people. If you’re not on the razor’s edge, where is the excitement? If I don’t cause trouble before breakfast, I make it for myself.” Her laugh was low, sinister almost. Her empathy for most people was minuscule, what was left of her humanity hanging by a thread.

Leaning against the large shipping crates of the bay were comfortable, but shrouded the man before her. From the sounds of it, his face was covered—likely behind a mask. Innocence never wore masks, intriguing the woman over who she was speaking with.

“So, mysterious stranger,” A finger laced into her curls and pulled it with coy intrigue, “Are you trouble that is crossing my way, or are you just a lost soul looking for some company?”

@shadowsmastered

[libidinelost]

“you’ve such fire. i like it.”

“Why thank you, I’d be dead without it.”

She took a large huff of her cigar before dropping what remained and grinding it into the cobblestone with her boot heel. The smoke swirled richly in her lungs before she let it out in a thick cloud that grazed past Illaoi’s head. A deep woody smoke permeated her clothes, insinuating this wasn’t her first smoke of the day, nor would it be her last. A brat at heart, she indulged in her vices when she pleased.

“And what about you? Word gets around you’re quite the stickler when it comes to your god. People drop dead from exhaustion, is that how the rumor goes?”

[libidinelost]

❛  i don’t like them innocent.  ❜

“Sweetie, I have sinned enough to leave a chorus of angels blushin’.”

She laughed, shaking her head and looking up at the priestess. Tall and intimidating—sure—but she didn’t look like the type to cause a ruckus unless provoked. Crossing her arms, she shifted her weight across her hips as she looked the other over, trying to gauge the situation.

“I hope you don’t mean you’re recruitin’ though. I’m not buyin’ what you’re tryin’ to sell.”

@spectatio

[libidinelost]

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?

In Depth Sinday Questions || accepting

Depends on the dirty talk. She’s used to clients being rough. If you asked her what her idea of dirty talk is, she’d probably say her partner calling her “whore”, “slut”, and the like.

But actual sensual dirty talk? When it’s finally used on her, mmph she can’t get enough. She doesn’t usually initiate dirty talk, because she feels a little awkward, but she will grow on it the more her partner does.

Taking notice to special clothing she wears, lingering in a kiss, holding her possessively—all are ways to put her in a mood. They are small gestures, but they speak a thousand words to her. Basically non-sexual forms of affection, she’s a secret sucker for.

[libidinelost]

"a solid 8,5."

rate my muse 1-10

“Oh, darling...” 

The smirk on her face said it all, she wasn’t forgetting that anytime soon. That word leaving her lips was enough to change her tone completely, hanging on Jayce’s arm for emphasis to her point. It was obvious his words weren’t as genuine as he made the officer believe, but it was still amusing to harp on him for the display of false affection.

“After all that flattery, that’s the highest score I get out of my knight in shining armor?” She chuckled.

[libidinelost]

let 👏 them 👏 smooch 👏

First Three Get Kisses! || NOT ACCEPTING || (3/3)

“Somebody is eager.”

Her fingers slipped into his vest to keep him from backing up, only further solidifying him in place when her lips met his. Her thumb grazed up his cheekbones on his beard line, past his ear, then fingers fingers dancing on the back of his neck. She felt the beginning of goosebumps form, her enjoyment seeping into the kiss with a smile.

All too soon, she pulled away. Luckily they were alone, lest someone heard the audible smooch sound as their lips parted. Past her hand, now covering her face, was a light dusting of blush on her cheeks. He was the type of man she knew to steer clear of—but did those lips ever make it hard to do so.