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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

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ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴꜱ  ᴏꜰ  ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ   ʏᴏᴜ   ᴀʀᴇ   ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ   ᴇʟꜱᴇ,   ɪ   ᴀᴍ   ꜱᴛɪʟʟ   ʀɪɢʜᴛ   ʜᴇʀᴇ. 

#𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽𝚂.   𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃, 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻   𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚂   𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁   𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁.

multiverse,  multi  fandom.  original  lore  with  fandom  compatibility.

21+  /  enlisted  by  kay.  she/her  25+

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she  would  have  prayed  for  autumn  sooner  if  the  sky  ever  listened.  the  balmy  night  suffocating  under  the  intentional  lights;  red  and  blue  conjured  up  in  an  unholy  balance.  at  first  glance,  she  thought  he  was  an  apparition  ─  another  restless  haunting  seeking  her  out.  the  closer  she  got,  the  more  he  became  a  solid  figure,  severe  in  stance,  looking  so  out  of  place  that  every  wandering  eye  thought  the  same  thing.

❛ will.  ❜  she's  attempting  to  mock  his  tone,  feigning  the  same  rough  cadence,  but  falls  entirely  short.  playfulness  adorned  in  glitter  and  silk,  her  head  tilted,  and  a  cascade  of  dark  hair  with  it.  sunlight  amidst  a  witching  hour  hides  the  melancholy,  collecting  more  since  they  last  spoke.

roxi  is  happy  to  see  him.  the  way  she  crowds  his  space  plays  out  like  any  other  illusion  played  under  this  roof,  as  cherry  nails  tap  at  his  collar.  ❛  aw, just  one?  ❜  drawled  out  like  honey,  memory  serving  like  an  ache  under  her  skin.  she  still  knows  the  routine,  leans  into  it,  drawing  him  away  to  pass  knowledge  and  leave  none  the  wiser.

❛ common  then.  ❜  a  gentle  nudge,  a  soft  hand  wrapped  around  his  leading  will  into  a  familiar  alcove.  plush  velvet  and  opulent  drapes  that  have  seen  all  too  much  and  held  many  secrets.  ❛ you  finally  miss  me  or  somthin'?  ❜

@sweets1n / will & roxi 🖤

the transitory nature of new orleans had always befitted will, tangential to his own nature: fleeting, inconsistent. his father had bounced him from the lower ninth to treme, to central city. back to the lower ninth, rinse and repeat. he feels the same as he had when he'd left over fifteen years ago: in purgatory. a self-inflicted perdition, if you will, and a literal one considering it's august.

that humidity is still thick at three in the morning, which is where he finds himself at the peaches gentleman's club that certainly is not for gentlemen. even with the air conditioner blowing above him by the bar, he feels perspiration wet his shirt, the skin of his throat.

and it's only made worse when he sees her enter the room, almost the same as she was before. this time, however, he has no badge to flash, no police blues. it's worth mentioning the gun that sits in the holster hidden under his belt is unregistered.

"roxanna." it's intentionally impersonal, gruff. he clears his throat, mouth dry. the bartender tries to speak over him to get roxi's attention, though he ignores her with ease. "could we have a word, please?"

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for the morning crowd ! I moved Gloria back to a solo blog ! @waruins

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she is done !!! @waruins

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SC // @ironcontract

she’s  more  at  ease  in  this  space.  body  swerving  through  the  kitchen  on  beat  to  the  music,  soft  hum  on  her  lips.  ❛ you’re  cranky.  ❜   she  chuffs,  the  jest  lifted  in  a  smile.  rosa  wasn’t  faking  here.  no  honey-sweet  smiles  or  flutter  of  lashes  with  the  illusion  of  seduction.  barefoot,  drowning  in  leisurely  clothing,  entirely  free.  she  doesn’t  inquire  how  much  he  wants,  there  wasn’t  a  single  word  enough  to  sway  her  motion  as  she  loads  up  a  plate.  rice,  beans,  chicken,  plantains,  a  side  of  green  conjured  up  from  the  garden,  gliding  towards  him  across  the  counter.  ❛  whatever  you  keep  putting  into  your  body  isn’t  helping  either.   ❜   she  knows  how  it  sounds,  good  intentions  poured  into  a  gentle  reprimand.  instinct  to  take  care  of  everyone  within  her  orbit  kept  from  lingering  on  her  own  pain.  that  bone-deep  ache,  homesick  for  a  place  that  could  never  exist  again. 

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don't hate me...gloria is going to go back onto a solo blog.

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CAMILA MORRONE Jimmy Kimmel Live! (February 25, 2023)

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hi ! hello, so. if we don't have a thread and you'd like one, or like something, feel free to like this and i'll make something. maybe also pop into im's. if we have something and you want more or to write with another character too, just specify and i'll get it going. if we have a million things and you want another...also like it. this bish got a ton of muse.

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SC // @scavengerd

evading  sleep  is  the  only  solid  habit  she  could  count  on.  a  starlit  sky  outside  her  apartment,  polluted  by  humanity's  advancement.  not  that  any  could  convince  her  of  it,  not  when  she'd  fought  their  wars  too.  not  when  she'd  been  plucked  from  obscurity  as  a  child,  bound  and  blooded  by  honour  of  another  code.  a  mere  spectator  of  the  life  she  should  have  lived,  in  mourning  for  the  one  she  was  given.  ❛  my  abuela  used  to  make  this.  ❜ she  thinks.  hard  to  be  certain  of  anything  but  the  imprint  of  memories  when  she  returned  to  a  mausoleum  of  what  once  was.  it  was  the  last  thing  she  could  recall  eating  before  it  all  changed.  she  pads  around  the  kitchen,  barefoot  and  visibly  unguarded  and  human.  an  outline  of  what  that  was  supposed  to  be,  pushing  the  hefty  slice  of  cake  towards  him,  scent  of  warm  cinnamon  and  something  sweet.  ❛  acclimating  my  taste  buds  is  almost  as  difficult  as  ─  ❜  gloria  stops  herself.  a  slight  bend  without  breaking,  coffee  drawn  up  to  her  lips.

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anyway, I woke up thinking about, how Gloria going through an episode of ptsd lasts days and it’s not a snap out fix. she can take something to stabilize her moods but there is insomnia, there’s anxiety, there’s so much going on and she’s mostly so good at masking it. but there are moments I was thinking about, like a lover or someone as close to her reaching for her and her having the most uncharacteristic, subtle flinch that only certain people would notice. she’s reliving all of it, including encounters with her CO. it takes her back to being or feeling helpless and that feeling to her is almost as crushing as her grief. all that training, all that efficiency and flinch because she’s so out of her mind and body and spirit at that moment,

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SC // @frthestars

hospitals  reminded  mercedes  of  her  mother.  bittersweet  notions  under  fluorescent  lighting,  the  bustle  of  commotion,  the  sterile  scent,  warmth  slipping  between  the  cracks.  if  it  all  went  differently,  she  might  have  followed  the  same  footsteps  but  instead,  here  she  was.  glitter  still  dappled  across  her  cheek,  attention  slipping  when  any  nurse  with  dark  curly  hair  came  into  her  line  of  sight.  after  all  these  years,  still  searching  for  a  ghost.  ❛  you  think  i  could  get  discharged?  feel  like  i’m  takin’  up  space. ❜  a  softened  tone,  bite  left  at  the  emergency  room  doors.  she  felt  the  stitches,  tight  along  her  cheekbone,  bruise  bloomed  beneath  her  eye.

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Hayyy. I wanna write things but I’m indecisive and the last 15 hours have been trash so like this for a starter. They will be random, unhinged perhaps, ridiculous in some cases. Specify a muse or whatever

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ALEXA DEMIE as Alexis Lopez in Waves (dir. Trey Edward Shults)