#volatiiles

[hedonistiics]

starter for: @volatiiles

based on: this

muse: phoenix armstrong

they were about to head to recording session with some of phoenix's closest friends, and it was her first time meeting them. the nerves were clear in the way she fidgeted as they entered the elevator, and phoenix chuckled slightly as he stepped closer. "relax baby," he told her, moving to crowd her against the back wall of the elevator. "if you aren't able to, i'll make you," phoenix's words were playful, while his lips fell to hers and his hand moved up under her skirt. moving her panties to the side he ran a pair of fingers through her slick, as their kiss deepened. "do i have to make you?" he asked as he pulled away to push the button to the fortieth floor, knowing there was always the possibility someone could enter at any given floor, but the thrill was just as exciting as the act itself.

[nepotizma]

' nah , he fucked up for sure –– ghosting you , especially while you're dressed like that ? he's insane 'cause even i wanna fuck you . '

[horrornlghts]

❝ you have a lot of nerve showing up here after i caught your tongue down another slut's throat. ❞ @volatiiles

[zcsty]

‎ ࣪‎ ‎ 𖤐‎ ‧‎ ‎ ‎ closed    starter ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎───‎ ‎ ‎ m    /    f    /    nb ‎ ࣪ ‎ ‎ 𖤐‎ ‧‎ ‎ ‎ christian clarke ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎. ‎ ࣪‎ ‎ 𖤐‎ ‧‎ ‎ ‎ plot    stuff ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎───‎ ‎ ‎ ‎christian    is    trying    to    make    a    name    for    himself    in    the    ring    but    cannot    seem    to    get    his    other    half    onboard . despite    arguments    and    breakups    ,    they    always    come    back    to    one    another .   ‎ ࣪‎ ‎ 𖤐‎ ‧‎ ‎ ‎ for    :    @volatiiles .

'    that's    for    you . '    spoken    before    hand    gets    raised    and    momentary    celebration    ensues    ,    just    as    he    envisioned . promised    this    exact    result    ,    utmost    thankful    for    the    other    to    witness    the    tribute    with    their    own    eyes . rushes    through    the    interviews    and    pep    talks    in    order    to    find    them    ,    hectic    backstage    area    not    aiding    in    the    search    either . time    passes    before    he    does    ,    smile    etching    across    male's    features    while    approaching    ,    '    now    if    i    knew    you    were    showing    up    ,    i    woulda    knocked    him    out    in    the    first    round .  . glad    you    came though . '

[cocained]

"astor said you mentioned an alliance." they hadn't even begun their training, with the opening ceremony only a day behind them. yet somehow the tributes had already started plotting their strategies. meadow wasn't a favored for the win, which was probably why no other tributes but astor had actually tried talking to her. however, she wasn't going down without a fight. "district 11 stays together. so if you want astor, you gotta take me too."

[liittlefreaks]

@volatiiles

"come on, gal." because aaron was the designated driver, and simply because he only drank on very rare occasion, it was on him to get everyone home in one piece. after dropping off ryan, his best friend he was now pretty much carrying the young woman inside her apartment building. he opened the door, gently walking her in. "alright, where to next?"

[flthys]

she begs and he groans so it's the best sound in the world. and to miles, it is. her teeth pressing down on the plump of his lip has him hissing as he pulls away, blood coating his lip which has his tongue gliding across it. he laughs. chin tipped up as he grins. "you're a fighter. i like that." male announces before dropping his chin back down, hand still gripped around her jaw while his other disregards his knife to allow empty palm to grab at her breast, shamelessly groping her. "or you're just a masochist. want me to hurt you, baby?" miles coos, thumb and index finger trapping her perky nipple, giving it a harsh twist before brushing the pad of his thumb against it, soothing it. "don't worry. i'll hurt you so good, you'll learn to fucking beg for it."

her mind was racing with all the thoughts of how she got into this situation and how she could get herself out, but she felt helpless. there was no hope for her. the thought of his name forever engraved into her skin sent chills down her spine. “ n - no. you can’t do that. and i won’t pick any spot. please, don’t. ” adriana begged, as she now glanced up to meet his gaze with a scowl. anger written all over her features as she layed there exposed topless to him. before she had much more time to react, she felt their lips against eachother. adriana played into the kiss for a few moments, before biting down on his lip hard as she could in an attempt to get him off of her.

[volertile]

hi i am volatile (they/them) 🇨🇦🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

i like fallout new vegas and i really like boone. i also like scp and alien

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dm me on discord @ volatiile to be my friend or inquire about commissions

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[vii2iion2fold]

feeliing volatiile on thii2 2unday afternoon.

[dcrlingcvllie-blog]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 @volatiiles​

“  how  in  the  hell  are  you  so  energetic  in  the  morning  ?  like ,  man ,  it’s  six  am ,  i’ve  been  on  this  shift  for  a  month  now  and  i’m  still  half  asleep  until  like ,  ten.  “  the  brunette  shook  her  head ,  a  soft  chuckle  falling  from  her  lips.  bringing  over  the  man’s  second  cup  of  java ,  callie  sent  her  new  friend  a  small  smile.  “  still ,  glad  you’re  here.  probably  the  only  reason  i’m  still  awake.  “

[merelyplxyers]

Sieging the castle had been easier than Robert expected. Considering the riches hidden within the walls, he had expected more of a fight. But then he had slain the king on the battlefield two weeks ago, leaving only his son behind to defend their home and his sister. His head was now put on a spike outside the castle grounds, making it perfectly clear for any potential loyalist or allies who decided to show their face with their forces that Robert was not to be fucked with, or he'd run them into the ground, no questions asked. Who would have thought that it was the princess who would get the best chance at defeating him. Not that she really had a chance. A simple movement would force her off balance, having her underneath his heavy body, another to force the dagger out of her hand and she would be defenceless before him. But he decided that he would rather wait a little longer, see where she would take the situation.

"And what then, princess? You think my men will let the murderer of their king walk away unharmed?"

inspo XXX and XXX (the knife scene between Briseis and Achillies from Troy (2004); both considered NSFW ) plot: Robert could be a warrior/knight/king and YM is his spoils of war

Robert knew that most of his comrades would consider him reckless, maybe even sloppy, for not chaining his spoils of war to the wall nor making sure his arms were locked away to make sure he couldn't be stabbed in the back, rather literally. But if he was honest, he was curious how they'd react, if they'd find the bravery in themselves to make a move and try to end him. He was about to drift off into the sweet land of dreams when he heard the quiet creaking of a wooden floorboard, alerting Robert to their movement. Not that he was giving away his awareness with as much as a twitch of a muscle. Not when the mattress dipped under their weight or when they straddled his chest, and not even when he felt the cold metal of a blade pressed against his skin.

"Be careful, little one. With a hand this shaky, the cut'll get sloppy"

[burgz-moved]

wii2h ii could go back two beiing the emotiionle22 weeb gatekeeper of the 2y2tem iim quiite tiired of beiing the emotiionally volatiile ho2t

[frvckyziah]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 @volatiiles​

crystalline  eyes  narrow  towards  the  new  comer ,  the  patter  of  heavy  boots  on  the  old ,  wooden  floor  of  crimson  door  tattoos  catching  his  attention.  he  was  expecting  another  appointment ,  but  as  the  familiar  mop  of  brown  hair  stumbled  in ,  a  small ,  almost  relieved  sigh  left  the  lanky  man.  “  thank  god ,  i  thought  i  was  about  to  tattoo  another  old  woman’s  ass...  so ,  here  for  another  ?  or  just  came  to  see  your  favorite  fuck  up  ?  “

[cocained]

the  annual  reaping  ceremony  was  the  kickoff  for  the  capitol  to  be  flooded  with  parties  and  social  gatherings  for  the  following  weeks.  nothing  tydus  used  to  complain  about  before,  but  this  year  the  vip  areas  would  be  too  little  for  his  liking,  or  at  least  if  he  wanted  to  avoid  them.  little,  but  opulent  nevertheless.  taking  a  flute  of  gold-flaked  posca  from  the  plate  of  one  of  the  avoxes,  tydus  let  gaze  wander  through  the  flamboyant  group  of  elite.  only  one  of  the  familiars  stood  out  to  him.  "looking  lovely  this  afternoon.  —  it  would  have  been  disappointing  not  to  see  you."

[flthys]

she can't help but flinch as he so angrily shouts at her, has her shoulders lifting and head bowing in reaction. this was much harder to do by herself, always so sensitive when it came to him. which was the reason of their breakup in the first place. " i ... i didn't want you here because i knew you would make a scene like this! i - i knew you'd just cause drama. i can't ... i don't want to do this! just leave klaus, please. "

" yes you were. i fuckin saw it." he spat angrily , peering down at her with a scowl. he was jealous, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to. despite them not being together, klaus found himself feeling possessive over her. as far as he was concerned, she was his. " i got invited here, for the record. but i see why you didn't want me here. so you could throw yourself at whatever guy crosses your path, hm ? "

[horrornlghts]

another laugh escapes the man's lips, his eyes fixated on his wife. the women he was supposed to love with all his heart, but instead, found himself completely despising. ❝ why don't you go find yourself a servant boy to give you some pleasure, because clearly not getting laid has your fucking knickers in a twist. ❞

she scoffed, taking a step forward to match his. " of course. i understand. the king has a little tantrum and a head gets taken. it's nothing new. but fine. if it appeases you and your ego, i'll play the oh so dutiful wife, your highness. " sarcasm evident in her tone.