welcome to the wine cellar

self-ship imagines for the darkly-inclined 18+ only "Stay a while, won't you, darling...?"

[your-wine-dark-love]

Rules & FAQ

About:

This is an adults-only blog for all types of self-ship imagines – both sweet and spicy – with a focus on sensuality, dark themes, and kink. Content may be triggering for some, so do proceed with caution. The mod is named Bordeaux and uses she/they pronouns.

Rules:

Minors will be blocked on sight and are encouraged to block if coming across this blog first.

List of banned submission topics and FAQ will be updated as necessary. (See under the cut for full list!)

If you need something tagged, feel free to ask but please be understanding of potential slip-ups – tumblr is finicky and we are only human.

Posts will be tagged according to the citrus scale.

Be courteous, be kind, be safe and sane, have fun ♥️

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Banned topics include but are not limited to:

Any fetishism that reinforces bigotry of any kind (feederism, raceplay, etc). Ask for clarification if unsure!

Adult baby/diaper fetishism

Eggs/oviposition-related

Footplay/foot fetish

Imagines where the f/o or s/i kill each other

Inflation

Lactation

Medical (dissection, dismemberment, surgery, etc)

Scat/watersports/unsanitary

Vore/cannibalism

[your-wine-dark-love]

Imagine your f/o...

Taking you hard from behind. Your wailing moans and whimpers are muffled by the soft mattress, your fingers scratch uselessly at the bed, tangled up in the sheets again and again as you try to find purchase—try to find any possible foothold to keep you on this side of reality. Their hands are buried into the small of your back, gripping your waist and your hips so hard you're certain long, finger-shaped bruises will be left in their wake (and isn't that what you want, deep down inside).

Heavy, hot breaths beat down on the glistening skin of your back. The mattress dips and sways where their knees dig in to anchor themselves enough that their thrusts force into you like a knife. Penetrating, searing, slick, and stretching. You're nothing more than a sleeve of flesh for them like this, here to take them so deep you might burst, here to be pierced by every one of their gutteral cries and moans.

They chant your name, mutter that you're theirs, you've always been theirs, and you always will be. Who else could take you like this? Who else could break you in this delicious, ecstasy-laden way?

You almost snap right there when their body covers yours, pressing you down even firmer into the mattress as they continue pistoning in and out of you. They bite your shoulder, growling into your skin, yanking your hips up hard so their length hammers on you in that perfect way that feels like the melodic, falling hammers of piano keys.

They ask you if you're close, no—they command you to climax for them. To fall apart beneath them so they can roll around in your shattered euphoria. They're close too, don't you understand? Don't you want to help them? They want to feel your body sucking and tugging at them as you crest the edge so they can fill you up...mark you as theirs in their favorite way imaginable.

Go on...

Just like that.

[your-wine-dark-love]

Imagine your f/o...

sitting at the edge of the bed, facing away from you. This place isn't quite their world and it's not quite your world. You watch the way a soft glow—firelight? starlight? the rising sun?—caresses the dips and curves of the bare skin of their back, the way it glimmers in their hair. They look like magic like this, surrounded by the smooth white of the bedding and the hazy, gauzy curtains ensconcing the bed.

You ask them where this place is and they turn to look at you, their eyes adoring, their smile calm. They push to their feet and wander over to where you're reclining against the pillows and lean down over you, kissing your forehead, brushing your hair back with a gentle, warm hand.

They tell you it's your dreams, but you can stay as long as you like, doing whatever you like.

Do you want to be held? Do you want to talk under the mellow glow of light? Do you want to spend every second sinking deeper and deeper into each other, trading breaths with hot mouths and digging fingers into each other's skin as your hushed moans suffuse the quiet?

They lean into your kiss, the smooth silkiness of their nudity easily slipping into the blankets and melting against yours, and reassure you that they'll do anything at all if it means seeing you happy.

[your-wine-dark-love]

(sorry if this isn't what you meant)

imagine cockwarming your f/o. they pull you onto their lap and hold you still, their fingers dig ever so slightly into your hips as they hold themselves back. are you the one making them be still or are they making you? you're not sure anymore. both of you long to move completely unable to focus on whatever you were previously doing. you move your hips, they let out a choked sound. they bury their head in your shoulder muttering for you to be good.

(you're good, anon, that's exactly what I had in mind!)

[your-wine-dark-love]

im curious how do requests work?

I wouldn't really call them requests exactly — rather, you can treat this as an anonymous confessions box for concepts or people can submit their own imagines that fit the blog theme ♥️

[your-wine-dark-love]

Submissions are open. Please make sure you read the rules in advance, darlings ♥️

[your-wine-dark-love]

Imagine your f/o...

going slow and hard. The journey is just as important as the destination, if not more so. They move their hips against yours like they're writing their name into you, like if they hit just right they'll finally be able to soothe the all-encompassing need they feel for you every moment of the day.

Their fingers dig into the soft parts of your body, hooking on any edges that give them purchase and squeezing into any plush that yields to them. Do they leave bruises? Red welts and white dips where the blood flow's been cut off? They just needed you so bad, you see, they couldn't stop themselves from biting into your shoulder, had to give into the feeling of needing to crush you under them like flowers until all your sweet scent swelled around them like bruised rose petals.

And you smell so good, they say as they continue digging themselves deeper into you, you taste so good when you're with them like this. They might have to keep going even longer, they might need you until you black out tonight.

Won't you let them?

[your-wine-dark-love]

Imagine your f/o...

taking care of you after they've had their way with you. They're still breathing hard, their skin glowing with content, and their eyes are glistening as they look at you. They brush your hair off your forehead slowly, following the path of their fingers with their lips. They tell you how amazing you did, how you're the only one who could ever make them feel so good.

They run a warm washcloth over your body, cleaning you up where needed, taking time to gently kiss and dart their tongue over any bites or bruises or other marks left behind. They caress your face, running their thumb across the soft skin under your eyes.

When they're finished, they wrap you in soft blankets, or perhaps dress you in their own shirt, loving the sight of you so thoroughly ruined by them, so thoroughly theirs. They take care to make sure you're fed and given something delicious to drink, then hold you until you drift off in their arms.

They love having you so much.

[your-wine-dark-love]

Submissions are open. Please make sure you read the rules in advance, darlings ♥️

[your-wine-dark-love]

Imagine your f/o...

binding your wrists. Are they rough with you? Gentle? A mix of the two?

They breathe against your neck, shaky, heady, eager to see you like this. Lovingly tracing heavy trails into your wrists with their thumbs, they take their time securing the material. Is it rope? A chain? Ribbon? Velvet or satin?

Either way, your wrists are held fast in their grip, their lips already pressing into your nape as they sigh your name into your skin raggedly.

"There... now you're all mine."