#lunarfey

[prosperae-archive]

INCORRECT QUOTES., feat. LUNA MACKENZIE (@lunarfey) + RACHEL AMBER.

[murdocktm]

kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?

meme || accepting!

i think as he is someone who struggles w emotional intimacy he finds it in testing physical limits, if that makes sense? that replacing emotional intimacy w physical intimacy habit extends into other things, but that is a different conversation altogether. since i'm going to talk about kink & power exchanges i want to clairfy that matt tends to lean towards dominance, but is a switch at heart. there is safety in dominance to him because he knows he is going to treat his partner well & he is going to take care of them afterwards.

he struggles in accepting this from others, but when he does it is very raw & one of the few ways to climb his emotional walls on the subject. when he subs, it's going to be with someone he trusts. as a friend, as a lover, as a partner.

okay, so matt doesn't have many hard limits in bed. but as for kinks he loves to partake in, okay so i think matt is like. wildly adventurous in bed, but that's no secret. it's established in canon tht he's familiar w tying his partner up, blindfolds, general bondage things. there is something very satisfying in a consensual power exchange where one party gives themselves over to the other in their entirety. matt knows that dance & he knows that dance well & there is security in that. i think with the right partner he likes being held down, which isn't so much a kink as much as it is a turn on. it's sort of a moment where something clicks in his brain & he gives himself over to them.

i think, in a way, he wants to challenge the definition of sin. like i think he is huge into worshipping his partner & wants to redefine sex in a light of reverence. if that makes sense? so like, he is deeply into giving praise. he's also into receiving praise but it's a harder pill to swallow & is very disarming. i think he is very vocal & specific about the things he's savoring in a partner (specific hints of what he smells on them, verbally detailing the hitch in their voice, telling them how good they taste & why he thinks so, ect, ect) but like. even telling him ' you are doing so good <3 ' cuts into him / puts fuel on the fire.

if anyone ever tries to tell me that matt is not into edging i would have to kill them. he absolutely edges himself & his partner all the time, w his heightened senses i like to think he can tell the perfect moment to deny them their orgasm. they'll get what they need eventually but he's like a cat, he likes to play with them. tease them. pretend it was an accident, but he's got that SMIRK.

i also recently had a conversation with a friend about sensory deprivation & matt. yes, i think he enjoys blindfolding his partners or gagging them or depriving them of certain senses. but if the table is turned, i think it drives him crazy. it would have to be with someone he trusts more than he trusts anyone, but it turns him into a puddle. he loves to beg even if he would never admit it until he's doing it.

lmao this barely scratches the surface but bottom line is: he's into bondage, power exchanges, praise, denial / edging, sensory depravation & so, so so much more. also worth noting that if you make him bleed & there is already an attraction he will be thinking about you at night (pos)

as for things he wouldn't want to try? not much. no uhh bodily waste but that's about it. even if he doesn't end up liking something, he probably wants to try it. this could be a lot longer but im stopping myself before i write a whole book on this LMAO

[crosaidi]

smash or pass uwu

Entirely sober, he just: " —— if I ever pass, assume I'm on my fuckin' deathbed. Or just already dead. "

[t-errifier]

"You looked cold." it's probably too small for him rip

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 - so, he draped it around his shoulders instead. it was just big enough to cover them, but with little wiggle room. it was the thought that counted. he couldn't necessarily feel the cold - could she? they were both of the inhuman variety; which made things a bit confusing when it came to the cold. his santa outfit was quite warm as it was - but once the snow started to fall, it didn't feel like a fit gig. they were standing outside, enjoying the scenery; taking in the park on a cold winter night. he was fond of all the lights that they had strung up on the trees. it illuminated the path in a way that made it pleasant to walk along.

bringing his hand up to her cheek - he presses his uncovered fingers to her cheek. do they feel cold? he cannot tell. his hands are mostly covered by a pair of gloves, keeping them warm - all except the tips. she was warm, the feeling of her flushed cheeks beneath his fingers. she was red in the nose, her cheeks red with cold - her body was fighting against the cold in any way that it could. he would have offered her something in return - but she had bundled up much better than himself. he was the ill - prepared one.

[velvetpill]

closed starter ⊱ @lunarfey.

⸻ ❝ you look like you'd bruise easily. ❞

[nocityfolk]

🎲 fuck it

kiss roulette

send 🎲 or a number for a kiss!

@lunarfey (+ 23 - a kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances) !!

Jesse's lost count of how much he's splashed on alcohol tonight— or: how much he's had to drink, considering the sway of his vision and the wandering hand kept pressed to Fianna's lower back. They stand barely taller than Jesse, despite his form hunched over the bar and his weight settled on a stool, neck awkwardly craned to follow the splash of her freckles & his spare hand holding up his head.

On the inner of his wrist is a remnant of the last time he and Fianna spent a night out, and Jesse spent all the cash in his wallet on alcohol he couldn't pronounce. He'd let him tattoo a dot of ink before he'd slinked out of the chair, and Fianna has never let him forget it, that familiar bright smile of hers finding him whenever it's brought up.

Neither of them are thinking of it now. Not when the night is deepening and drunken voices are blending together, drowning out whatever they were trying to say to each other. Jesse is leaning in to press his mouth to Fianna's before he can second-guess himself, & the hand on their lower back steers them gently into him, guiding their willing form to stand in the space between his thighs.

His other hand threads into her hair, which curls into his fingers like he's spinning gold. Voice husky, thickened by the harsh taste of warm whiskey soaked onto his tongue, he barely manages to separate an inch from Fianna to murmur their name.

[ripk0l]

fuck that anon. write what make you happy.

this is exactly what i'm going to do from now own. because it's my blog. i have to be confidant and just ignore the bad words and the bad vibes because it's my space. and i just dslkjflss i'm sometimes bad at it and kind of feel like i need to actually put in my head that it's my space and i do what i want in it.

[e11evnth]

karaoke is when we're most human.

MEME / accepting.

the doctor continues scrolling through the songs. ❝ but i don't know any of these! can't i just make my own? ❞ he doesn't need the music, right? he can just sing into the microphone! he hands her the remote, giving up on it entirely. ❝ also, not human, thank you very much! ❞ offensive, quite frankly.

[d4ggered]

@lunarfey sent, send ☁ for a moodboard of our muses. luna mckenzie + kol mikaelson aesthetic edits. i wanna contribute to the chaos.

[murdocktm]

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress. || @lunarfey

a bruise was already forming around the split skin on matt's jaw. luna smears the blood from it with a too-gentle caress, the pad of her thumb a welcome change from fight they had just emerged from. there was something animalistic about the way she exchanged blows with their would-be opponents, petty criminals that hadn't stood a chance. now, after the heat of battle, he cannot help but take a moment to admire their tenacity.

there is one half of him that wants to melt into the embrace. to shed the violence of the night & bask in the bliss of their affection. the way their thumb drifts over his skin, across his cheekbone. the other half wants nothing more than to stiffen his spine, set his jaw & arm himself entirely. he finds a midground, placing a hand on her wrist. he feels for their pulse, looking for something more grounding than adrenaline & blood.

" don't worry about me, " his voice is low. behind his mask, he sounds sincere, " are you alright? did they hurt you?"

[crosaidi]

DING DING DING

HECK LOOK AT THAT

does that mean they're legally obligated to smooch now

[t-errifier]

[ TWIRL ]: sender catches the receiver in their arms and spins them in a neat twirl just because they want to. / but reverse with art spinning luna uwu

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. catching her within his grasp, he does a neat little twirl - lifting LUNA off her feet with ease. for such a thin frame, he had a frightening amount of strength - chalk it up to his inhuman nature. he didn't struggle when he lifted her up, doing so as fluidly as he caught her. there was no music playing - nor a cause for a twirl. it was purely his dramatics at play, wanting to make a scene of it. she only stayed in his arms for a brief moment. off the ground for the duration of the spin, then he planted her feet back onto the concrete. though, he didn't stop there - no, lifting her hand over her head , he invited her for another spin. how he loved to dance, playing around to his heart's content. he might have been a cold - blooded killer, but he was a lover of theater first & foremost. finding appreciation in someone who was willing to match his energy.

giving her another twirl on the ground - he takes a step back & bows. teasing her lightly with his actions. they could have taken it a step further, initiating a full - scale dance routine to the silence. instead, he stops & holds her hang outstretched. his grasp on it is gentle, giving her the opportunity to pull away at any moment she desires.

[starsbuilt]

pictures soph has taken of her wife luna / @lunarfey (with captions because she is the type to caption her pictures) for this meme. i can guarantee that she will have, at least, two hundred other ones stashed away. (only to be reblogged by azriel)

[cinderschild]

“  why are you looking at me like that?  ”

morning after starters.

Light blonde brows raised when blue eyes opened to look up at her. A soft smile lighting her features, Helia leaned forward to press a soft kiss against the lips of @lunarfey. One was found to be unsatisfactory, and the dragon quickly followed the first with a multitude. Shifting her weight, she lifted herself above Fianna and pulled the fae's legs around her waist. ❝ Because you are so beautiful, ❞ the dragon finally replied. Pressing their foreheads together, calloused thumbs stroked small circles on the soft skin stretched across Fianna's hips.

[wolfclad]

[  ORAL  ] ;  the sender performs oral on the receiver.

“Wait – someone might see us – ”  

Raw with half-hearted restraint, the words stumbled from Farkas’ lips, already doomed.  Any hope of further protest melted like hoarfrost the moment Luna slid their hand into the front of his jeans.

At his back, the bassline from the concert hummed – through the brickwork, through the leather of his jacket – a living pulse that reverberated in his chest and droned down the deserted side street.  The show wasn’t over yet, not quite, but the end loomed close, and soon the crowd would spill out into the night, buzzing with adrenaline, smearing the quiet anonymity of their hiding place.  

“Fuck,” Farkas hissed, the sound half-snarl, half-sigh.  

Luna sank to her knees, unflinching as the asphalt bit into her skin, moving with the surety of one unconcerned by the world’s small discomforts.  In the burnt-orange haze of halogen light spilling from the thoroughfare, she seemed otherworldly – untouched by grime or the threat of discovery, her presence commanding, almost feral.  

Farkas was already stiffening when she freed his length and gave it a couple of indulgent tugs, smirking triumphant as he hardened against her hand.  Then came the broad, wet stroke of her tongue, tracing a vein that throbbed beneath her attention.  The cool glide of the silver ball on her piercing sent a shiver through him, raw and electric.  

Again, hoarser this time, as though the very word scalded him:  “Fuck.”  

One broad, work-worn hand braced against the wall behind him, fingers splayed wide against the rough brick.  The other found its way into her hair, fisting gently, his thumb absently stroking the silken strands.  Silver eyes grew heavy and dark, never leaving the sight of Luna gazing up at him.  Bathed in amber smog-light, he watched as she wrapped that pretty mouth around the head of him, sucking him deep into the hungry heat of her mouth.  The air was thick with the cold scent of damp gutters and moon-kissed concrete, and her – the faint sweetness of wildflowers and ozone clinging to her skin.  

“Luna,” he groaned, their name breaking free in a gravelled plea.  

The bassline continued its faint thrum.  All around, the city churned endlessly, indifferently.

[fullmoons-archive]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ@lunarfey liked for a starter, from the starter call here. ㅤㅤㅤㅤstill accepting, expect slow posting time.

EVENING SUN DWINDLES, the light it casts beginning to cast long shadows of trees & structures across the landscape in INKY BLOTCHES. this was the town casey was not born to, but the one he was trapped by. ball and chain, the moon hangs to him like a punishment for a crime he DOES NOT REMEMBER committing. ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe bell above the carpentry shop's door, dings. taking in the other's visage, he holds his breath- counting from one to five, all to prepare himself for the scent of them. THIS CLOSE TO THE FULL MOON, everything that was already preternaturally amplified, was only increased ten fold. " welcome in, " casey finally breathes inwards and is immediately met with a familiar scent of the wilds on their person. his pupils dilating as if in recognition— WOLFISH IN GLINT, if only for a moment, before rounding off again. " we close in an hour, but if you need to place an order, we can fit you in for as early as tomorrow afternoon depending on what you need. "