hotvillain

[hotvillain]

SPREAD THE CURTAIN, SPREAD HER THIGHS, LEAVE HER SINGING— mari steps into the spotlight with the length of her legs parted. slick-shined and starry-eyed. the mirror mimics their image, their pleasure, the arch of her back curved to his chest. the room reverberates her tone: perfect-pitch, crescendo-sung, harmonizing to the heat of the moment. jesse keeps her open. stretched. the width of his love, lazily rolled up, in, out— repeat. here, in the reflection of his stare, she's the star. the main event. the standing ovation, cupped to his palm, drools itself against her skin. leaves evidence of desire in its tracks. an encore, timed to the rise-fall of her chest, kicks a jerk of her hips forward. a whine.

THE MUSIC, THE MIRROR, THE MOON-SPOOLED PUPILS DILATED TO HELL AND BACK. mari rocks herself back, forth; beginning, to end, and makes a picture-perfect image out of messy thrusts. moaned encounters. the hitch in her throat, moving to the count of i-want-to-come. her body enveloping every inch. "say it again." an exhale, an inhale, the grip of her hand circling around jesse's thigh. "t — tell me again."

mirror:  to have sex with my muse in front of a mirror.  —  @hotvillain as mari dai.

the glitz and glamor, the fanfare and fanmail, the slipstream of scandalous tabloid reports  (  he-said-she-said-they-did-what?  ),  the mosh pits packed with metal maniacs, climbing over each other’s shoulders like that’ll get them a centimeter closer—   jesse would trade the whole goddamn world, its dizzying, demented tapestry, for the contralto inhalation that escapes her once he’s sheathed to the hilt. rumor has it, mari’s got a need for speed. ditch the bargain-brand silicone;  she’s destined for the fineries, the shit sex-positive influencers advertise ad infinitum, might as well be made from twenty-four-karat gold with how it fits. she’s a revelation. each limber roll of her hips, each bubblegum pop of her lips. cleaved gently apart, spotlit, and singing. 

face the music. the mirror. the tried-and-tested passage of his palm, spreading her further ‘til—  “  you’re beautiful.   ”  jesse’s praise falls into the pillar of her throat, tinted pink by a previous interlude.  “  just look atchu, mari. you’re, like, fuckin’ unreal.   ”

[hotvillain]

HE'S FEATHER-LIGHT AND FUCKED OUT WHEN SHE TAKES HIM. gathers him. folds him to the palm of her hand, and friction-sparks beneath her touch. with his mouth running, desperation dizzying, and clawing at the expanse of her wrist, jesse splays himself open. bares heart, before head. he figuratively, wholly, firmly saddles in the seat of whatever-mari-wishes. whenever-she-wants. however-she-desires. [JUST FOR YOU, BABY ... LET ME HEAR YOU SAY IT.] mari's grasp ghosts to nothing but an essence. a command. the half-lidded allowance of her tongue, clicking and tsk-ing and purring to a reply, meant to tease. "relax, baby."

an adjustment pulls back the brink of their enjoyment. borders the line of sanctified pleasure. one hand slows, another hand presses, and her touch transforms to symphonies. (together, they sing: see-what-happens?) "i'll get you there." her mouth murmurs, sinking to bite-bite-bites along his jaw, before pulling back. [HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER: BOTH AWAIT FOR HIM TO TAKE THE PLUNGE.] "just be a good boy, and—" sugar-sweet, and salvation spun, her palm moves to press fingers in the hollows of his cheeks. "open." a bat of her lashes, and a spool of spit spins to link: tongue-to-tongue. grin-shaped. guiltless.

throat:  to choke my muse during intimacy.  —  @hotvillain as mari dai.

curse temperance, forget timidity. whenever jesse is keyed up, he ain’t afraid to labor for mari’s clemency. he wants—   he wants—   and that’s the kicker, ladies and gents and everyone else in attendance. for once, the wanting doesn’t drive him to disintegration.  (  not the kind jesse hasn't summoned on his own accord, preening beneath her plaudits, supine and sticky-fingered. tenacious, barreling blindly through their choreography. dress rehearsals be damned.  )  he nip-nip-nips at mari’s earlobe. first strike. fists a hand in the net of her hair. second strike. hisses justfuckingdoit, yo, hurryup… game over.

she siphons the air from his lungs with a miraculously firm maneuver. spoils him rotten. coaxes out a sputter, a signifier, a sneak-peak of his touch tightening around her arm. as if he’s prompting her. as if he’s pleading, don’t leave me.  “  that’s it. s’good, so good—   ”  jesse couldn’t care less that he sounds like some ragged, tattered thing;  a dishcloth swiping over sandpaper, or chicken scratch on a chalkboard, or a bleary apparition of animal desire. he’s liquefied.  (  god’s grace is headier than top-shelf tequila. swallow your sacrament.  )  “  jesus fuckin’ christ, you’re gonna make me—   ”

[hotvillain]

UNRAVELED WITH THE PERFECTION OF HIM, the iridescent shine of them; unspooled by his mouthlipshandstouch, mari finds herself collapsed. crumpled. catered to his warmth, his praise, the sun-spattered delight of his gaze. a knee locked around his waist, a mouth suckled to the side of his neck, the soft indication of his posture— the picture paints itself desperate. clinging. a reciprocity of need, crawling up the tilted cry of her throat. HERE, in the light of alaskan dawn, jesse finds his place right amidst mari's pleasure. her profanity. the glass-stained shatter of perfection, purring against her spine ... HOW LUCKY.

JESSE PINKMAN [@yobitch] : "table.  to hoist my muse onto a counter."

—HOW FORTUNATE. his grace, his gentleness, the guileless kiss sprinkled along her shoulder: oh, how serendipitous. (and in momentum, in excess, in never plateaued forces, does she express it.) "baby," she breathes. pants. pivots her seat to atop his counter, legs spread in impatient motions. "come here." mari's breath becomes baited; a catch and call in the beat of her heart. her palms dance against his back, pirouette to the width of his shoulders— their tempo set at a pace she itches with. [MORE, MORE, SHE WANTS—] "more, i need—" a whine kicks clear, fussing through the air in strained devotions. "just touch me, please?"

[hotvillain]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

       →  WORDS .

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

         →  ACTIONS .

❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . ❛  deny .   to  deny  my  muse  an  orgasm . ❛  distance .   to  have  [ phone / video ]  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . ❛  paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . ❛  table .   to  hoist  my  muse  onto  a  [ table  /  counter ] . ❛  clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . ❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse . ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film . ❛  mark .   to  leave  marks  on  my  muse  [  optional :  specify where  ] . ❛  tie .   to  use  restraints  on  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  throat .   to  choke  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  sparring .   for  sparring  to  turn  into  sex . ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . ❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo . ❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . ❛  tear .   to  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛  shower .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  the  [ shower / bath ] . ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . ❛  carnal .   to  [ scratch / bite ]  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  [ read / work ] . ❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare . ❛  read .   to  re-enact  something  from  a  [ book / show / porn ]  with  my  muse . ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  caught .   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex .

[hotvillain]

THERE'S SOMETHING RED-HOT AND ACHING AT THE BOTTOM OF HER BELLY, AND IT'S NOT ENOUGH TO BE ANGRY ANYMORE. the more time she spends around him, the worse it gets. it's spooled around her mouth, slick across her lips, prying apart the outline of her tongue. [OPEN WIDE.] charlie spends too much time between her thighs, some days. finding the crevices of her secrets, dog-eared pages of days past, his body knits a scar of the evidence. his hands wrap around the center of her waist. he's scavenger hunting, trying to dig up more than the dark shadows that pour from their relationship, and mari's been trying to do nothing but chain-link the door shut. (she's an encapsulation of all the words she wants to say, but doesn't. a summary of every secret dissolving away between them.) the truth of being honest is that some things are too raw. flayed open to the tip of her tongue. coals burnt to the crisp of her cheeks. charlie says the word love, and she wishes he said hate, because the world is simpler when it's a lazy-lie on sunday mornings, rather than a love-soaked perimeter she can't fit into. won't fit into. is trying not to fit into. WHATEVER.

CHARLIE ÁLVAREZ [@peutitemort] : "fuck me like you love me."

HERE'S THE RECAP: mari doesn’t know if she loves charlie, but something has started to feel close. for all that aching, and longing, and yearning that kicks through the lower half of her throat, mari knows the reality is that all her anger was just a symptom of certain death. releasing the rest is only to exasperate the consequences. so, she could say she loves him, but breathes out she hates him every time she tries. [AS IN: I HATE YOU, I NEED YOU, I SEE YOU, I CAN'T GO WITHOUT YOU. AS IN: I HATE YOU, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, BUT THAT WORD DOESN'T EXIST TO US. YET.] fuck me like you love me, he says, and mari wishes it wasn't instinct. as if it's a fantasy, some far away desperation that only their indulgences allow. as if her hips don't jerk forward, her body flush against his; nails scraping and singing and signing her initials across his back. (the flesh and blood life of this situation is a tale as old as time— she loves him, she loves him not, she loves him … he hates loving her.)

mari's mouth suckles soft noises from the two of them. slides slickness against her thighs, until she's got enough of a rhythm to swallow the impact of their hips. she bites, breathes, and becomes every essence of her need— HER IMPULSE. his pleasure, powered by the tilt of charlie's body to press an inch closer. "shhh," the noise murmurs against his skin. couples with the slow whine of a moan. it breaks free from the cage of her mouth, sprint-springs from the escape hatch of her body, and her inhale heaves. shuddered along the in-and-out of her chest. [FEEL THAT, CHARLIE? —FEEL HOW ALIVE I AM?] "just let me—" her form slants, her hips lift, and the up and down motion brings a stifled cry out from lips that link along his shoulder. her hand, almost instinctive, traces a heart along his thigh. she grips it in the aftermath, tight, because everything sweet is always easier with one ounce of sour. (stir well for a recipe for disaster.) "charlie," his name sounds like a prayer. a psalm sung in the dead of night. mari squeezes her eyes shut, tilts her head back, and rises to an occasion that no one will break her fall for. "ineedyou— charlie," knees knock against the side of his waist, and she buries her face to the crook of his neck. words drop to nothing but a low hum. "please."

[hotvillain]

NSFT and kink prompts

Feel free to adjust, combine prompts and personalize as needed. Add + Reverse to switch roles. Please do not repost or add to this list! Includes numerous kinks such as pet play, oviposition and sensory play. All scenarios presented are fully consensual. Minors DNI.

BARK - For sender to put receiver in a pup hood GUIDE - For sender to leash receiver BAD DOG - For sender to muzzle receiver FILLED - For sender to repeatedly cum inside receiver or for sender use a toy to repeatedly cum inside receiver PLUGGED - For sender to use a knotted dildo on receiver HOLD - For sender to use an ovipositor dildo on receiver MONSTER - For sender to use a fantasy dildo on receiver (specify shape) LAP - For sender to suck receivers nipples LICK - For sender to trail their tongue up receivers body SUCK - For sender to preform oral sex on receivers TASTE - For sender to take receivers fingers into their mouth WORSHIP - For sender to touch and place kisses across receivers body STRIKE - For sender to smack receivers ass with a riding crop LOCK - For sender to use a chastity device on receiver RESTRAIN - For sender to tie receivers arms behind their back DENIAL - For sender to deny receivers orgasm CONTROL - For sender to command how receiver masturbates (Specify how) BEG - For sender to tease receiver in foreplay to the point of begging POUR - For sender to pour hot candle wax on receivers body (Specify where) TRACE - For sender to use a feather to brush against receiver's sensitive areas (Specify where) HEAT - For sender to desperately grind against receiver for relief FRICTION - For sender to thigh fuck receiver STRAP - For sender to thigh fuck receiver with a strap on PEG - For sender to fuck receiver with a strap on VIBE - For sender to use a vibrator / magic wand on receiver STIMULATION - While fucking receiver, sender uses a toy that stimulates oral sex on receiver OVERWHELM - Sender double penetrates receiver (Specify which holes) FEEL - For sender to stimulate receivers prostate / g-spot MARK - For sender to bite receiver (specify where) BLADE - For sender to run a sharp knife across receivers skin (specify where) DEEP - While fucking receiver, sender slows and deepens their pace FROTTAGE - For sender and receiver to engage in frottage SCISSOR - For sender and receiver to scissor one another SURPRISE - For sender to wear lingerie for receiver REWARD - For sender to make breakfast for receiver the morning after CLEAN - Post-coital, sender carries receiver to a shower / bath to clean together

[hotvillain]

oh, and isn't he beautiful? a gradient hue of gratitude. a colorful whimper of desperation. kaleidoscope tinted control, that has adrenaline racing. her heart pumping. hands, mouth, lips, sealed to the envelopes of his flesh. the flip-book of his thighs. the please, please, please, of his position, structured and swollen and slipping down slopes of her creation. ... there's no doubt about it — sweat beaded, on-the-brink begging, strewn across the bedsheets like fine drapery to a rack — he's hers. always been hers. always will be, and you can place your bets on that.

"anything?" mari's tone is almost innocent, rounded corners and safety latches still clung to her teeth. soft against her gums. she latches her tongue to sensitive peaks, circles around star-seeking valleys, and paints the words i-love-you around his flesh. a giggle, muffled, reverberates through the task, before she rises: near iridescent gloss coating her lips. (hallucinogenic, and hypnotizing.) fingers trail themselves in, in, in, and up: nothing but slow silk, spun to consistent strokes. "let's make a deal." her tone lowers, almost a purr. "you keep yourself talking just like that—" another imprint of a bite births, and her smile widens. "—and i'll keep my mouth wherever you want, for as long as you want. besides—" her tongue dances, dips, and drowns between his thighs. "you look pretty like this— fucked out, and begging."

try again, and again, and again and again and—   rescripting at her hallowed whim, at her behest. buoyed up by their proximity.  (  the aching slackness of jesse’s jaw. the tremor in his knees. the haze that mantles his overactive mind, absolved of its ability to think about anything but now. right now.  )  a staunch disciple, he adheres to mari’s commandments. how much it thrills her to maneuver him in whichever direction she deems fit, devise a disciplinary tactic, issue a warning. she’s always been a first-class strategist. 

it isn’t new. it’s par for the course, so why does jesse twitch and thrash, laid bare like that before her?  (  make it a banquet. a lawless body beautifully undone. term it an obstacle course, those periodic pins and needles, mari’s mouth, plush, perfect, closing in—   and again, when she doesn't relent, vice-grips and ventures further, goads him on. behave. be good.  )  he presses the pads of his fingers inward, nails leaving sickle-shaped nicks against her skin. groans, glutted with longing, clamoring for relief, and holds the marrow-piercing magnitude of her gaze.  “  please?  ”  his voice lilts into an airy, wanton whimper.  “  mari, mari, c’mon, i swear—   hah, fuck—   swear i’ll do anything. anything you say.  ”

[hotvillain]

in the wash of tinted windows, bodies sit flush. paired, in perfect harmony. long gone are any articles of her clothing; fabric strewn across seats, slipped between cushions, and wedged along the outer rim of the space. (in the background, a flash of headlights paints itself along mari's torso. cascades down the divots of her spine. it's notched heavy, hazy, stuck to the corners of her shoulders and scattered amongst jesse's shadow.) he's slick with it — salty, sweet, and generous with his attention. he's all hands, palms, fingers that trickle into the most sensitive of crevices ... and mari takes it like a champ. rolls, eager, against his thighs. hips rise, fall, and grind downward to grace the fabric of his jeans with another wet spot— soaked through, and shameless.

"car:     for our muses to get intimate inside a car." — @yobitch.

"so good for me, baby—" she croons, an exhale wavering around the words. she arches, leans, and tenses; thighs trembling as her form sways back to front, front to back. a twitch in her stomach untangles the barest bits of her body, finds the tightly-wound spool and spins it to life. she's ravished, unraveled, and seconds away from being undone: here, she can fall apart. "fuck—" her tone shakes, shimmies, and shatters into a break of her voice, face nestling itself into the crook of jesse's neck. half-drunk on desire, she's near-slurring, raspberry-colored marks smearing across the other's skin. (teeth-printed, tongue-twisted, and mouthed with sheer desperation.) "—harder, baby, fuck me harder—"

[hotvillain]

“SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚      as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!     ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

ACTIONS          (   add +reverse to switch the sender and receiver   )

( undress )     for the sender to undress something off of the receiver.

( gentle )     for the sender to kiss the receiver’s hand.

( photograph )     for the send to take a photo of the receiver.

( mark )     for the sender to give the receiver hickies/love marks. 

( tug )     for the sender to tug on the receiver’s hair.

( caress )     for the sender to caress the receiver’s cheek.

( kiss )     for the sender to kiss the receiver on the lips.

( trace )     for the sender to trace their finger of the receiver’s body.

( rake )     for the sender to rake through the receiver’s hair with their fingers.

( spank )     for the sender to spank the receiver.

( bind )     for the sender to tie-up/bound the receiver in any way.

( embrace )     for the sender to amorously embrace the receiver.

( send )     for the sender to send the receiver a dirty text/photo.

( edge )     for the sender to prolong the receiver’s orgasm.

( record )     for the sender to consensually record the receiver.

( star )     for the sender to be consensually recorded by the receiver.

( tickle )     for the sender to tickle the receiver.

( massage )     for the sender to massage a part of the receiver’s body.

( speak )     for the sender to whisper something dirty/erotic in the receiver’s ear.

( trail )     for the sender to leave a trail of kisses on the receiver.

( cover )     for the sender to blindfold the receiver.

( dance )     for the sender to dance sensually for the receiver.

( lap )     for the sender to sit on the receiver’s lap.

( tongue )     for the sender to lick a part of the receiver’s body.

( watch )     for the sender to watch the receiver be intimate solo.

( perform )     for the sender to be intimate solo while the receiver watches.

SCENARIOS         (   “intimate” can mean as much or as little as you want!   )

bath:     for our muses to share a bath together.

car:     for our muses to get intimate inside a car.

rent:     for our muses to rent a motel/hotel room together.

show:     for the sender to knowingly dance while the receiver watching.

eyes:     for the sender to watch the receiver dance.

club:     for our muses to get intimate at a club.

lingerie:     for the sender to try on lingerie for the receiver.

react:     for the sender to react to the receiver trying on lingerie for them.

quiet:     for our muses to get intimate while avoiding getting caught.

aftercare:     for our muses to participate in aftercare together.

tease:     for our muses to intimately tease each other in public.

invite:     for the sender to invite the receiver to a quickie.

mornings:     for the sender to intimately wake the receiver up.

shower:     for our muses to share a shower together.

work:     for our muses to get intimate at someone’s place of work.

haste:     for our muses to get intimate with little time available.

closet:     for our muses to get intimate in a closet

stall:     for our muses to get intimate in a public/private bathroom stall.

DIALOGUE        (   change any pronouns!   )

kiss me, here.

shhh…

am i hurting you?

I’ll make it up to you.

I was thinking about you all day.

let’s go home early…

i need you.

does that feel good?

i could stay like this forever.

i don’t wanna be alone tonight.

last night was a mistake.

i think that was the best i ever had.

i can’t believe we just did that.

you’re really good at that.

that was… amazing.

you’re being so good for me.

i can’t wait any longer.

i want you to stay, with me.

you’re such a tease.

your skin is so soft.

you have to be quiet.

i’m so hot for you right now.

tell me you want me.

let me take care of you.

you are so fucking sexy.

tell me how you want it.

touch me.

can i touch you here?

stay with me tonight.

i want you inside of me.

another round?

i think i’m in love with you.

only if you behave…

you wanna mess around?

god, you’re perfect.

touch yourself for me.

tonight is all about you.

time to return the favour.

are you comfortable?

i think i’m in love with you.

[hotvillain]

... I PUT A SPELL ON YOU, BECAUSE YOU'RE MINE.

001. this is an usfw sideblog to topray, designated specifically for pre-plotted non-platonic dynamics. please do not interact if we do not have one established already.

002. low activity, sporadic. i post whenever i feel like it, and i get to things when i can. my main blog's replies and threads are prioritized over these.

003. i have plenty of information to give on mari's usfw habits, but i will say this, first and foremost: i prefer writing these things with a healthy dose of analysis. i am not someone who particularly enjoys writing usfw content through the lens of porn, and nor am i someone who speaks on it as such. it just isn't for me.

004. koi, twenty-five, and i'd appreciate if you were at least twenty-one+ to be browsing through this blog.