#wickedlvst.

[untouchedmythos]

@wickedlvst liked for a starter !

" chill , you're acting like we're exclusive or something when we aren't . " clementine looks over at the other , disapproving glance their way as she's crossing her arms , scoffing lightly . " it's just a kiss ! we're not actually dating . "

[prxttythngs]

closed for @wickedlvst

people who visit eden tend to blend in, vienna finds. they are a set group, mostly, all clad in leathers and metals or else nothing at all. she knows each of them by name, though to an outsider’s eye they must look like a single organism, moving & talking & fucking as one. which is why she – vienna has yet to catch her name – stands out like a flower bud in the middle of winter. pretty and soft and entire unspoiled. it isn’t against the rules to watch, of course, and vienna herself rarely gets involved in the antics of her clientele, but after a few weeks of the girl’s wide-eyed observations, conversations have started to turn to how best to get her out of her clothes and into the centre of everyone’s attention. vienna isn’t going to wait for that to happen. she’s a hard-working woman, and she rarely ever takes anything for herself. the last time she had something pretty all to herself was– god, ages ago. she’s too picky, she supposes, too easily bored by back-talkers and brats. but this girl– this girl seems like her tastes exactly. she saunters up to her, wine in hand, giving her a warm smile. ❝ watching is only half the fun, you know. ❞ a conspiratorial wink, a hand casually placed on the girl’s upper arm. ❝ surely you’d like to join the fun, wouldn’t you, darling ? ❞ the silence left is barely long enough for the girl to answer before she continues, the question more a statement than anything else. ( vienna chamberlain is not a woman you say no to. ) ❝ why don’t you have a drink ? on the house, of course– tell me what brings a beauty like you to eden every week. ❞

[thedcvilherself]

"oh, thank god your home." less a sigh and more a groan of relief as ivy waltzes through the front door of her penthouse apartment. she knew lainey was set to be out of town, some kind of venture with friends that she was worried lacey would also be joining her for, pleased to instead find the twin settled comfortably on the living room's large sectional. "you'd never believe the shit those assholes at work pulled today." a rant that becomes harder to hear when the blonde disappears into her kitchen, reappearing moments later with a glass of wine and her blouse undone, the white top tossed carelessly onto the back of the couch as she grabs the remote and turns off whatever lacey had been watching. "come be a good girl and get on your knees for your big sister. i've been thinking about a pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock for hours." the relief she needed after a long day, free hand undoing her dress pants in order to free her member from its confines, smiling sweetly at the younger blonde. "make sure to strip first too. i don't mind my sweet, baby sisters coming to crash, but the least you two can do is put your body's on display for me like good little bimbos."

@wickedlvst

[gcdfvcked]

closed for @wickedlvst, continued from here !

this is, admittedly, a little more personal of an errand than an assistant would usually run on the clock, especially with her boss there with her. it's monday afternoon and thanks to her busy schedule so far, nicola hasn't fucked lacey since last week, though, ensuring there's a little growing need between them even as they stroll through the high-end, members only sex shop together. "ohhh yeah," nicola purrs, side-eying lacey with a little smile. "here's the good stuff." before them lays an assortment of training plugs in various colors. each plug in the set graduates in size from tiny and almost cute to intimidatingly large, and each set provides a different color for its jeweled base—all the way up to one that's obviously diamond, given its sparkling. like the rest of the items here, nothing has price tags. the benefit of exclusivity comes with a cost, but nicola is obviously comfortable, here. "any color catching your eye, lacey?" nicola asks, raising her brow. she reaches down to give lacey's ass a comfortable, casual squeeze. "nothing but the best for my favorite assistant, obviously."

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @wickedlvst

of course grayson felt a little guilty. he should feel guilty, her brother had always had a deep hatred for any friends who looked too long at his sister. he was protective, just as grayson had been, really. except, now maybe that feeling of protectiveness had shifted now. he could call the first time an accident, but now he was sneaking into her bed, the curtains in the bedroom rustling in the wind as he slipped under the blanket. the house the three of them had been renting for the summer was large enough that they were all the way on the other side of the house, free of the risk of being heard. and they'd definitely tested that possibility on more than one occasion. his arm snaked around her waist, his hand sliding over her torso as he pulled her into him, peppering kisses over her shoulder. "don't tell me you actually fell asleep waiting for me this time."

[swcctcrbittcr]

closed: @wickedlvst connection: plot here

"that's it baby." river moans, watching her partner work themselves. "you look so pretty when you follow directions you know that?" she's seated in a chair in front of the bed, watching them with intensity. god, how she loved when they listened, loved being in charge. "you need to slow it down baby, i don't want you finishing too fast. you're putting on too good of a show for it to be over."

[stalkist]

closed for @wickedlvst. based on this ( for this starter call ).

so thrown off guard by the question, all the male can do is laugh. doesn't think she's actually being serious at first, but the more he stares at her hesitant features, the sooner it dawns on ivan that her request seems very much genuine. “ protection ? ” almost sounds offended the way he repeats the word, dark brows lowering over inky stare. “ you didn't say anything about protection when you were asking me to hunt you down and force you into the dirt. ” angles head, hand coming to a rest over the pocket containing his phone. it's a relief that he thought ahead and saved every vile message shared between them, ensuring this date of theirs continues as planned. he didn't come all this fucking way just to leave with nothing. “ you're not backing out, are you ? because i'd really hate for daddy to read all about you soaking your panties at the thought of getting manhandled by strange men. seeing all the messages you sent begging like a bitch to be stuffed full of cum. making me promise to keep breeding you even after you can't take any more. ”

[sxist]

the destroyed village has fallen into complete silence since his arrival. once he bared his fangs and sunk them into the first neck that he got his hands on, the screaming started. when he got through the first dozen of guards unscathed by the primitive weapons, the rest of the people just simply accepted their fate. they could either die or they could surrender, there was no stopping the beast. that's when the screaming ceased and those who remained offered him the best accommodation and meals they had in exchange for him to just let them live to see another day. to let them go, which is not an option. not if it means her leaving with the rest of them.                  ‘                   bring the girl to me                   ’                  aksel mutters through the mouthful of fresh blood on his tongue, his hands finally dropping the body he'd been drinking from onto the ground, lifeless. as ordered, two men by the door go fetch the young girl he'd found earlier to escort her back to him.                  ‘                   come closer, pretty girl                   ’                   he says, bringing a hand to his mouth to wipe some of the blood on his lips. she smells divine — like dinner just walked right into his home.                  ‘                   i want you to be comfortable around me. you're staying with me                   ’                   he confirms. whether that lasts a night until he's drained her or more if her cunt is worth keeping, that is still yet to be determined.

dynamic. aksel and freya @wickedlvst

[exxmeromotu]

( closed : @wickedlvst )

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite little hot mess," Jesse grinned salaciously as he sidled up beside the young woman at the bar. His dark gaze made no effort for subtlety as they dragged down the length of her. "Ten outta ten as always." he confirmed with a nod before meeting her gaze again. "How's it going, Blair-bear?"

[lemonadecabaret]

🍋     the enormity of my desire .   accepting

@wickedlvst sent:         "we shouldn't - ah, we shouldn't be doing this" for tom riddle & lily evans

"And why is that, Miss. Evans?" He taunts her with both word and touch, continuing his teasing of the anxious little creature through the thin material of her panties. "Are you afraid your little boy will catch wind?" And that's all that James Potter is, isn't it? A tiresome child waving his fists in the air. Of course, Severus wouldn't be very pleased to know about this, but that was neither here nor there. A misanthrope like Snape would never allow himself to be happy in the first place.

"There is no one here but you and I," he reminded with wicked glee. He needed her - wanted her - enough to set up this little meeting personally. "Call it an engagement present."

[forbidenly]

@wickedlvst : evangeline , and zeus .

their excitement was unavoidable . . . as they caught her familiar scent, the coldness of her body, they recognised her. zeus felt it through the chasm by which he operated as this possessive beast. the same chasm that had once made him a swan, a wolf, any manner of creature he liked. and who could stop him? not least his devoted worshippers. not least evangeline, innocent and saint-like, who had welcomed her god and king with her legs stretched wide for him. now his lengths reached for her, tentacles slithering and slipping towards her sleeping form.

they crept excitedly over her ankles and nudged against her limbs, as if to check that she was responsive, to prod her for attention before they went pawing beneath her dress. one tentacle wrapped its suction over her inner thigh, another slipped further down and jumped at her cunt, only to be impeded by her garments. confused, it nestled against the cloth trying to find its way in desperately. a third tentacle wrapped around her throat, less forgiving, while a fourth and fifth nudged her breasts, slipped down her rear, searching for holes. any orifice to slither into so they could be warm and comforted by being inside of her. and until they could? they would suck at her skin angrily, unamused, leaving marks along her skin.

[lovefvcked]

closed starter for @wickedlvst from violet wu !! with this plot

a smirk appeared on her face as she felt the other's finger against her clit. a small moan leaving her lips, "your point being?" she said with a teasing voice.

[thedcvilherself]

his broad digits are curled into familiar blonde locks, that mingled scent of peony and pomegranate overwhelming his senses, lips working against his wife's own. their mouths are gentle but passionate, kisses that echo through the bedroom of the vacation home. it's dark, quiet; the rest of the house having retreated to their own beds for the evening, leaving the television streaming against the far wall the only light and outside sound that pierced through their bubble. well – that and the warm mouth currently wrapped around his sack, suckling with gentle curiosity. "fuck..." breathes the word out harsh and heavy as his head drops, forehead falling against bridgette's own. "maybe...my love, maybe we should stop."

we. she knows what he really means. he means brianna. he means that maybe she shouldn't have drug her baby sister into the room and demanded that she lap at alil's balls. that maybe she shouldn't have drawn her hair back into a makeshift ponytail and told her to suck. "stop? babe, no, she's fine." bridgette draws back, glances at the younger female resting between her husbands thighs, blonde locks still held in place by her right hand. "look at her! she's great!" uses that grip to drag her sister's head back and forth, a bright smile on her face. "you're great, aren't you, bri? tell alil you don't mind sucking on his balls."

[kittywriites]

closed ; @wickedlvst owen cole ; 45-50

&& It paid having friends in high places. Friends that told you when searches were coming up, friends that turned a blind eye, friends that let you make off-the-books phone calls. So just like every week around this time, Owen settled into his spot at the back of the library, contraband cellphone in hand, dialing the number he knew by heart. When her sweet, familiar voice answered, he let out an approving little hum. "Hey, sweetheart," he purred, smooth and inviting. "How's my favorite girl?"

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @wickedlvst

"go ahead. i'll just be a sec." the words were said casually, as if they both weren't half naked, as if the other girl wasn't perched on her thigh already showing off how wet she was with so little attention paid to her. river had one hand on her ass and the other holding onto their phone, reading an email that certainly could have waited. they liked playing these games, seeing what she would do to make sure river finally focused entirely on her.

[int3nsely]

♡ ― plotted dynamic! @wickedlvst

♡ ― Laura didn’t like talking about sex. She hadn’t grown up half as religious as Evie, of course she was religious to some extent – not exactly a regular churchgoer, maybe, but her parents had made her dress up on Sundays and tag along. But she wasn’t prude, it just didn’t get her off. The friendship with Evie was her safe haven in a way, and it functioned as a decent excuse to turn down yet another blind date that her parents had organized in hopes of getting a grandchild soon. Huddled on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate (hers spiked, Evie’s not) and a half-eaten pizza on the coffee table, Laura gave a fatigued scoff. “Sometimes I catch myself thinking it’d be fun to be a man, you know? I don’t think my brothers get half as many comments about bringing home a wife as I get about bringing home a husband. And we could make for a cute fake couple, get your parents off your ass, too.”