#lovemangled

[etxrnaleclipse]

@lovemangled liked for a shippy starter || Hollie and anyone of your lovelies!

"Please tell me you brought snacks."

[divincfallcnsins]

mica would likely lose track of the amount of times he'd gasp that night. the original plan for the evening long since lost in the annals of the two of them. something burned for for so long and yet barely acknowledged. she was like a drug they had avoided and already found themselves addicted to. the sight of her without a shirt, even if seen numerous times, drew one of those many gasps. the white blonde squirmed and rolled her hips with wanting. there was no denying the throb of arousal coursing through her. "you? good to me?" he whisped, bratty and playful, but smiling all the same. there is immediacy in leaning up so she could help the shirt off. michael's hands undid the buttons and flung it off with eden's help. the bear skin of her chest pale and blushing and flushed . "you can't be real i swear," mica added, gazing up at her with those big eyes of his. @lovemangled continued from here

[rosyviews]

closed for @lovemangled: any muses (subs/switches) / based. / historic or modern verse! your muse told raúl they needed him and now he's following up on that plea.

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     "i came here because of your boldness." he states, eyes ravaging their body as he walks further into their room. "but i will walk just as quickly out if you're unable to follow through with your words."

[rosyviews]

closed for @lovemangled: any muses (subs/switches) / based. / another writer, an athlete, someone who would attend a sports benefit?

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     "if you're mad you're supposed to tell me." words are spoken hot against their ear as his body presses firm against their back. a hand snaking around their hips before fingertips begin slipping underneath their waistband at the middle of the stomach. "you KNOW i got the easiest cure for that."

[saudadexmses]

short starter for @lovemangled muse: Ezra Álvarez ( 45 (??). cambion. assassin. personal assistant.  they/them)

" And here I was having a good day." Ezra sighs dramatically." So, what did I do now?"

[haeritics]

closed starter for @lovemangled from aphrodite calligaris.

leaving the office early was forbidden for most of her employees, but she was going to do it, regardless. she owned the company, for chrissakes. she went home and got changed before heading downtown for the night. she found a few people she knew at one of the clubs and was let in immediately. everyone knew who she was and she loved that fact. aphrodite pulled out her cigarettes and lit one up as she sat down and crossed her legs. she was brought a drink and arched a brow. the waitress said some guy ordered it for her at the bar and she didn't even look to see who it was. it was a free drink. she shrugged and sipped from it before leaning back and taking a drag from the cigarette between her fingers. looking up, one of her friends introduced her to someone that approached them and she gave them a faint smile, "hi." her friend moved so the other person could sit down and aphrodite took a deep breath. "think that was totally calculated on lacey's part, honestly." she snorted and sipped from her drink.

[haeritics]

closed starter for @lovemangled from persephone mavros.

she crouched down to pick some of the weeds growing around her garden. she'd gotten home early from doing a deal for her mother and she was quick to change into something comfortable. persephone hummed softly and she bit into her lower lip as she stood up and ran her hands over her thighs. she felt someone's presence and glanced over her shoulder for a moment. "i thought you were busy today. i didn't expect to see you until tomorrow or at least the weekend," she murmured and walked over to the table and sat down in one of the chairs before sipping from her drink. she held out the bowl of pomegranate seeds she'd cleaned up and smiled at them, "want some?" she asked and popped a couple of them into her mouth.

[avidfervor]

closed starter for @lovemangled

based on: this.

he's never felt weaker and although his mind shouts at him to keep moving, he physically can't. his blurred gaze catches sight of his blood-filled palm, where his hand had been pressing firm against the wound on his abdomen. he barely knows where he is as he collapses onto the ground, the heavy rain almost enough to remove any evidence of the battle that had occurred. he'd moved until he couldn't, he'd walked to somewhere that, at least subconsciously, felt familiar, felt safe. which was ironic considering who's house he ended up collapsing in front of.