#inked temptation

[joy-of-life88]

Inked Temptation [a Damian Priest story] 1 An idea

Damian POV

"Alright. Yes... I'll see what I can do... No, I'll come alone... Okay... See you then." I heard someone say as I came around the corner.

It was Ellie. I saw her end the call annoyed and then lean her head against the wall. I had no idea what her phone call was about, but I could tell it was not a pleasant conversation. It seemed to make her almost upset.

"Hey Ellie. How are you? Is everything alright? You look upset." I said as I walked up to her.

"Oh... um, hey Damian. That was just my sister. She has the magic power to make me mad." she replied, giving me a forced smile.

"May I ask what she did?" I asked.

"Well, it's her birthday and she insists I come over because she knows we're in town with the show today. I don't really feel like it. I know for a fact that she's going to be bitching the whole time about me coming alone. And then that leads to her gossiping about how I haven't had a boyfriend in ages," she explained to me.

"Sorry for my babbling. She just has this way about her.... All she needs is three seconds and I feel like an insecure schoolgirl again. It doesn't help that she always calls me chubby and uptight. Sorry again. I don't know why I told you that. I have to go on. Bye!" she continued while her cheeks turned a deep crimson red.

She looked so cute and I really couldn't believe that she had such a mean sister or why she put up with it all. When I looked at her like that and she was just about to go on her way again, an idea came to me.

It was perhaps a bit bold, but at the same time it gave me a perfect reason to spend time with her. This was something I had wanted for a long time, but so far the opportunity just hadn't presented itself.

"Ellie, listen... What do you say I go with you?" I suggested.

"What, really? You would do that for me?" she replied in amazement.

"Yes, really. I don't have a match and just need to film some video packages. And I think it would be cool to annoy your sister a bit." I said with a shrug.

When I looked at her I saw her biting her lower lip and her eyes started to sparkle. She obviously liked the idea.

"That would be really nice. And I have to admit that it is very tempting to annoy her. She definitely deserves it.  I'll see you later then, Damian." said Ellie and then left, but not without turning back to me and smiling shyly.

As my gaze followed her, I rubbed my hands together and licked my lips. Tonight was going to be a lot of fun for sure and finally it gave me the chance to get a little closer to Ellie.

Now I couldn't wait to find out how the rest of the evening would turn out. But one thing was for sure... I would make this night count.

[sforzesco]

Galeazzo and Lorenzo, checking out the Medici collection

Magnifico, Miles J. Unger

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[myhiddenthoughts]

you're not okay, you're not in the right mental state, you're not mature enough, you're not stable enough, you're not ready for anyone's love,

but if you came back and apologized for leaving so soon,

even though I want to be over you,

god, I know I'm not strong enough to resist you

[thepersonalwords]

Follow both: the call of the mountain of enlightenment and the temptation of the valley of experience. No mountain without valley, no valley without mountain.

Stefan Emunds

[emilixthefox]

Ink Macaque: don't want escape from your mistakes?

Wukong: your not Macaque.

Ink Macaque: maybe, but I could be.

Wukong: leave me alone.

Ink Macaque: But why? We both know you don't want to be alone.

Wukong: just leave me alone!

Ink Macaque: ssh it's okay, just give in and you, we can be happy again.

Wukong: I can't go back to before.

Ink Macaque: yes you can. Just come with me and we can spend all our days with each other eating fruit.

Wukong: but what about...

Ink Macaque: shh, there is no need to worry anymore. Here you are free of pain and suffering.

Wukong: but...

Ink Macaque: you can start over here. All you need to do is let go.

Wukong: how...

Ink Macaque: it's easy just let me have you.

Wukong: huh?

*Ink Macaque kisses Wukong and Wukong gives in to the kiss*

Ink Macaque: that's it doesn't feel better already?

Wukong: Yeah...

[11-th-mein-science-mt-lena]

Temptation to leave everything and everyone behind and start Banjara life. >>>>>>

[soullesspaci]

Hello!!! This is my first post on tumblr and im fairly new to tumblr, and I wanted to make a discord server for ENA roleplays! Other fandoms can and will be included if you so desire. It is still a WIP but it is ready to be used! Please be sure to read the rules before anything. Although this server is for many fandoms to crossover, it is mainly an ENA roleplay, but don't let that stop you from being who you want! ENA has already been taken by me, but you can be her emotions, more info on that in the rules! Here is the link, and roles are still being made!

https://discord.com/invite/3uh6Pb5e

I really hope to have a lot of fun. I honestly just got into ENA recently, and I'm in love with the series and everything. I'm just trying to make a server for ENA and other fandom enjoyers to have fun interacting with each other and interact with a character they've been dying to meet, even if it's just roleplay and not actually the real character. Something like character ai but with real people? Idk if that makes sense lol, but have fun if you decide to join!!!

This is basically just one big fandom crossover roleplay

[tdoompoet]

Latest yarn haul for new scarves!

I'm sure y'all can guess the themes for these ;3

Planning for them to be cosplay styles, like the red Papyrus scarf / shawl I did before. I'm so excited to get started on them, they're gonna be super long and comfy!! But first!! Must finish the current Sans sprite scarf I'm working on!!

Link to the Ko-Fi shop is in the comments if you wanna keep up to date on the progress of these scarves, or check out my other stuff

[complexneanderthal]

You inspire something in me that I never knew existed.

[thevarelse]

The perfect peach

Do you know Mr. Dangerous?

Have you, perhaps, seen him somewhere?

They say she had been looking for him

Subconsciously, unsuspectingly

They say she had seen him in dreams

She says Mr. Dangerous is not actually dangerous

That he is just curious

To taste the flavor of an unexplored peach

She says Mr. Dangerous laugh is a lion's purr

That his hands are made of white fur

Comforting, big, clean

Mr. Dangerous, he is not around, is he?

His sly smile hides something behind

That he is actually a wolf in sheep's clothing

She says she knows, that she has taken his mask off

In dreams, when the boy who flies lies sound asleep

She says she kissed Mr. Dangerous' soft cheeks

Touched his warm chest

In dreams, she let him hold her

She let him show her a new world

She let him take her with him

She let him devour her, little by little

Until there was nothing left of her white dress

Mr. Dangerous is coming for dinner tonight

Dress well, do your best to look pristine

He likes ripe and tender fruits

He likes to make himself some juice

So, let us make you

The perfect peach

[joy-of-life88]

Inked Temptation [a Damian Priest story] 16 Everything that comes with it

Ellie POV

I stood in the bathroom by the sink and held onto it. Slowly I tried to take deep breaths, but again I was shaken by a persistent coughing fit. It was really starting to drive me crazy. But the doctor said that it was possible that this cough would accompany me for a while.

When it was over, at least for the moment, I rubbed my aching chest. Then I took a painkiller, hoping that this time it would take away the pain for more than an hour. Yet somehow I had my doubts.

"Ellie-Bell? I'm home. Where's my beautiful fiancée?" I heard Damian call from the doorway.

With a very joyful smile, I rushed to meet him.

"Hey... there she is..." he said softly when he saw me and quickly pulled me tightly into his strong arms.

I immediately relaxed. His presence alone was the best medicine I could imagine.

"Hi my big strong future husband." I said as I lifted my head from his chest so I could give him a kiss.

"I missed you baby girl. How are you?" he wanted to know as he took my face in his hands to look at me very closely.

"I'm bored out of my freaking mind! I wish I could go back to work already. I miss you and I miss being able to sneak up on you at work and pinch your cute butt." I replied, running my hands over said butt.

"Aww baby, you know it's only a few more days and then you can do it again as much as you want." he replied smirking and then gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"Ellie?" he then asked suddenly.

"Yes?" I said.

"How long have you had a fever?" he wanted to know.

Confused, I looked up at him and then touched my forehead. It was a little warm, but I don't think it was a fever.

"I'm not even that warm. It's probably just your hot lips, Mister Priest," I replied.

"Nice try. But I'll keep an eye on that. Did you take your meds?" he then asked.

"Yes, love, don't worry." I laughed, but was almost immediately shaken again by a cough.

"That still doesn't sound a bit better." he said as he rubbed my back soothingly.

"I know... But you know what the doctor said. After smoke intoxication, it can take up to 40 days for the respiratory system and the rest of the body to recover." I replied.

"Just because I know doesn't mean I like it. I need you healthy if we're going to get married soon, baby girl. And after that...who knows how long it'll be before little feet are tap-dancing around this house?" he said, surprising me a bit.

"Wait, what? So you're already thinking about babies? Someone is very eager, huh? Isn't this all moving too fast for you, babe?" I wanted to know.

"Ellie... you can be sure that when it comes to you, nothing is too fast.... I love you. Everything is a perfect match between us. Why should I waste time when I'm already where I've always wanted to be? I am not someone who wastes time. "he replied and then gave me a kiss on the nose.

"I couldn't agree with you more. And I love you more. But let's take things in order. First we get married, then we have a baby." I grinned and then reached out to my perfect match.

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Damian POV

I was abruptly pulled out of my sleep when I heard Ellie coughing again. But this time it didn't stop at all. I sat up and looked at her, startled, as she was still gasping for air.

I quickly slid close to her to be able to hold her. Immediately I felt how hot she was. She definitely had a fever. And it was much higher than it was at noon.

"Okay...that's enough...we're going to the hospital. This is not normal anymore." I said after she started to breathe more.

I could see in her eyes that she was scared. I was scared too. Because I could clearly see that she was having a lot of trouble breathing.

It cost me a lot of strength to concentrate only on Ellie. And not on the bastard who was to blame for the whole thing. My fears of losing her immediately came back to my mind. I swallowed hard. That was out of the question. That wasn't going to happen.

I helped Ellie get dressed and then put on my clothes myself. We had to hurry. The more time passed, the more labored her breathing became. I quickly lifted her in my arms and carried her to the car.

Fortunately, it was not long before we arrived at the hospital. The doctors and nurses were taking care of Ellie. They gave her oxygen and drew her blood before taking her for x-rays.

They wanted to take an x-ray of her lungs to see what was going on. I wondered why it had gotten so bad so quickly. After all, the doctors in Boston had said she was on the mend. Maybe the flight hadn't been a good idea.

"Mr. Priest? You can come now." the nurse said as she came into the waiting room.

"Hey Ellie-Bell... How are you feeling?" I asked as I gave her a kiss on the forehead and took her hand in mine.

"She shouldn't talk for now Sir, Miss Robertson is on oxygen and antibiotics for the next few hours. She has severe pneumonia, which has caused her to have mild pulmonary edema. That means she has fluid in her lungs.

It is a known yet rare complication after smoke intoxication. But it is very well treatable. It was good that you brought her in right away. Because of your quick action it didn't come to the worst," the doctor explained.

A huge weight fell from my heart. I breathed a sigh of relief and then gave all my attention to Ellie.

Hopefully she would recover quickly so that nothing would remind us of this terrible incident. Because I knew that we both wanted nothing more than to look into the future and start our life together. With everything that came with it.

[belog-grada-crna-princeza]

Every rose has its thorn.

I am tied up. Can't you see? I am this flower in your mind and the image of it in the stream. You can't hold on. You can't let go. You planted me here but you forgot me. I changed, my roots grew weaker, my petals fell off and fed the soil. Weeds are just the Earth's rebellion. Nature vs nurture? Aren't they one in the same? Think about it. How can you love differently than you were loved? I always knew it was stronger, my flame was warmer, but instead of melting the icebergs, I let them put it out within me. At that point I was a simple pastel rose trying to hide my thorns. I'd apologize for making you bleed and you'd decide I wasn't worth loving because my love came with pain. Eventually I stopped apologizing. I was red, a temptation, a warning. Come close at your own risk. You know you can't resist me. Let me show you your blood so you can realize I'm not what you're so afraid of. Your fears lie within you. The Devil isn't in the details, they're wrong. The Devil hides in plain sight. You just choose not to see and there's no cure for that kind of blindness. I am not your temptation because I am wicked. I am your temptation because you are wicked. I am just the reminder of the lies you feed yourself. When the weeds came, that was my liberation. That was my 'fuck you’ to those who wanted me to be beautiful without accepting beauty can only ever be destructive. I cannot stay in one place. I cannot trust your empty words and promises. I need to see all the parts of the world before I pick my favorite garden. I will never be anyone's pretty flower. I will disturb your psyche, haunt your thoughts and dreams with symbols and images beyond your awareness. You will try to put clues together but you'll forget the most important one. Yourself. Until you remember that, you will be just as much of my creation as I am yours. What do you choose? Boredom? Or passion? Captivity? Or freedom? Survival? Or living?

- Katarina

[slut4poets]

I want to… I really want to and I know I should. But the temptation is strong…

I know this is what I need, but am I ready to move on?

[taketwoinink]

*sigh*

[webism]

pornstar!sukuna who has a niche for the dark and dangerous, he only accepts shoots that cater to his more… intense nature—ropes and chains and gags and rigs beyond the regular bedroom scenes.

pornstar!sukuna who works with many other actors and actresses. he's demeaned and degraded more people for a pay check than he can count, but his favourite is you. you’re not so easy to break, which he likes—plus, videos in which you bite back make double the profit.

pornstar!sukuna who is easy to agree when you call him one night asking for a favour. you were meant to do a camshow with another pornstar when he cancelled last minute—and you know people are excited for this one, if you don’t want to miss out on a paycheck you’d need to find a quick replacement.

pornstar!sukuna who is expecting a homemade bd/sm rig to greet him when he walks into your home that night.

pornstar!sukuna who isn’t expecting a bed with a pink duvet and matching fluffy pink handcuffs hanging from your headboard. it’s cute, he thinks—he can picture the scene, you laid out and fucked like a whore in pink. he’s eager, until you tell him the handcuffs aren’t for you, but for him.

pornstar!sukuna who is about ready to walk out, to tell you off for even assuming he’d do such things on camera, that he'd ruin his crafted image of this sadistic figurehead for a camshow of all things.

pornstar!sukuna who just can't say no and turn on his heels, not when you look up at him like that, your pretty eyes just too convincing. He's seen you fucked out and stupidly cockdrunk before, he knows what you look like when you submit wholly to him, and though it's a beautiful sight—one of his favourites—he can't deny that he's intrigued to know how you look through his eyes when they're glossed with desperate pleasure.

pornstar!sukuna, the notorious dominant, who loads up on thousands. of peoples screens handcuffed to a pink bed. Everything pink: the cuffs, the sheets, his mussed hair, the pretty blush that paints the bridge of his nose, the leaky tip of his cock as you stroke it, your nails painted pink to match.

pornstar!sukuna who growls when people start tipping each time he gets close to cumming. who looks so insanely out of place, big and imposing and so covered in tattoos that even his ridiculous length has been inked to an extent, all needy and growing all the more desperate as you keep denying him his orgasm. wrists chained to your wooden headboard, his muscles ache with the temptation of breaking free.

pornstar!sukuna who can't help but wonder if his life has been flipped on its head when you start praising him and he moans at your words alone. Who, for all his life has gotten off on inflicting the worst onto others, and can now feel the most powerful orgasm of his life cresting when those narcotic words spill from your lips. "doing so well for me, god you look good like this, sukuna."

pornstar!sukuna who can only hold on for so long before his taut-pulled patience snaps and burns on impact. so when he's watching himself through the display of your laptop, cock red and angry as it leaks in need at your denial of his orgasm again, he snaps.

pornstar!sukuna who breaks your handcuffs with one pull, and has you flipped over and taking his mean cock in less time than it takes you to process his movements. who is glad you were enjoying torturing him, because you're so wet that the stretch of his cock is only searingly painful and you're not pushed to tears... this time.

pornstar!sukuna who fucks you mindless for toying with him for so long. for airing out a side of him that is weak in the bones for you, and plastering it on the internet for anyone to see. he bullies his cock into you, mean and unrelenting—yet whispers the sweetest of nothings into your ear as he does so, low enough that your mic can't pick up on them—your ears only.

pornstar!sukuna who kisses you when he cums. his lip piercing cold against your lips, your legs shaking in desperate need for mercy as he paints your insides white.

pornstar!sukuna who laughs when you, in your cum-drunk haze, try to reach for your laptop to turn off the camshow.

pornstar!sukuna who promises your now-doubled viewer count that the stream won't end until you've come ten times on his cock—he's going to make an example out of you.