#desireprince

[pxppinmolly-archived]

@prnster​ @desireprince​

[vsika]

calling out @desireprince bc we spent  3 - 5 hours ln  plotting out lust ring's dynamic between ozzie  &&.  his workers ,  succubi ,  &&.  how verosika became a succubus .

[vsika]

@desireprince :  ❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ + ❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ !!  mixed with ❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ !

               BROWN NOISE  //  SOMBER JAZZ  hits the hi-hats that softly pander to a smooth tone ,  a lure to most of the ring as a means to mash face with their selected partners of the night .   verosika had been met with a frenzy of fanatic paparazzi  &&.  freaks wanting to coerce her current attire for the night ,  which were fended off with the ruinous splash of her drink .   with the taint of alcohol now somewhat asunder upon her dressings ,  it was the fiery loom of familiarity seeking her out to comfort in her disarray that earned a smile across furious face .

                                ❛      ozzie !    my heinous savior .      ❜            tail curls around wrist that holds her ass ,  her form held bridal in two palms that raise her near his face .   her own seek out the rooster’s cheeks ,  careful not to overlap his other two expressions as verosika leans in to pepper black lipstick smooches along his face that quickly burn off in lustful flames .   her desires are quickly mapped within the prince’s embodiment ,  the sultry giggle flourishing after swooning her head against his pectoral .

                                ❛      just when i thought my night was flunked ,  you come to my rescue . ~      ❜         ♡

[vsika]

@desireprince​  gurgles in slime toy

[eggdelord]

@desireprince : “ i can’t walk … you’re gonna have to carry me . ” cue lust incarnate dramatically leaning on the poor snake. <3

               WHAT HEATHEN  //  OR IDEA  made this seem appropriate ?   sex had never been a challenge for pentious ,  but it repulsed him to make lustful displays beyond the temptations of  pda .   YET SOMEHOW  the almighty prince of desire was sprawling out ,  full heeded height lavishly laid out upon eleven feet of propped tail ,  his slim humanoid torso hefting the giant upon back as though any lean further may snap what semblance of spine he kept topside .

               bitterness bites quick ,  spiteful air astir with mixed feelings .

                                ❛      you have  LEGS ,  you’ll be  fine .      ❜

[eggdelord]

@desireprince​ :  ❛ the forbidden is always desirable. ❜

               LORD MERCY  /  RED FLAGS  spring up by the dozen ,  the proprietor of lower ring towering over measly form .   cottonmouth swallows dryly ,  an awkward voice crack battling wit against whim .

                                ❛      forbidden is a loose term ,  your majesty !   t’is more of an .    .    .   an  unsightly  virtue to obtain .   the scandalous ankles being flashed nowadays simply overwhelm a well mannered  &&.  posh natured gentleman such as myself !      ❜            heh ,  snake man celibacy boner go brrr .

[pxppinmolly-archived]

@desireprince​​ spun:

[ TEASE ]  /  'tis playful & nearly gentle when sharp claws pinch her face with nay harm done, amusement writ 'pon great sin's visage.

* Affectionate // Accepting

-- [ TEASE ]  for one muse to squish the other’s face between their hands.

EASILY does the spider lean into the touch upon a plump cheek, unable to help but be pulled toward the prince. As any sane person would. Her eyes lidded as a smile pulls sharply upon the corners of her cheeks - delight written clearly upon her features.

What can she say? She was always a bold one. Rarely did she ever be modest. When she saw something she liked she’d grab it. However, with some things, some people, it required merely some small bait in the water in hoping they’d bite.

All it was was heavy side eyeing and smiles, uncrossing and recrossing of the legs, long sip of a drink as she lets her lips envelope the straw tantalizingly. And then she was given a positive response, least it seemed.

Was there any doubt she would? Maybe a little bit. She still held a bit of nerves underneath her sly smile. This was the biggest fish one could ever hope to have bite the hook.

But she was the one who hoped to be the catch of the day.

“What do I owe tha’ pleasure?”