_{you know what would be cool? a female disney villains multi muse.} 

_orphanis:

the   sight   of   nothing   but pure pleasure touching the woman’s features   ——   it has a blanket of fascination covering emma’s face   ,   eyes intently watching and capturing every single detail that she wants to memorize and remember for the rest of her life   ;   from those parted lips smeared in rich crimson shades   ,   the sinful sounds that escape them   ,   the body that screams for her touch with its writhing and pushing towards more   ,   to the woman that might be the most beautiful creature to ever exist in all realms. 

she would be damned to miss any of that   .

something that can only be described as wicked decorates the princess’ features   ,   seeing as her lover gives up on what is left of her control and instead   ,   allows herself to slip into the waters of obedience and pleasure   ——— right where the younger woman wants her   .   emma’s fingers are ruthless   ,   demanding inside of the other woman   ,   repeatedly pulling waves of pleasure from her body without ever planning to stop   .   the free hand she uses to explore the rest of caroline’s form with   ,   moves to wrap its digits around her governess’ chin   ,   turning her face towards emma’s with their gazes locking for a moment   .   ❝   that’s the woman i love   .   ❞   the words manage to find their way out of her mouth before she claims her lover’s lips again   ,   red and swollen against hers   ,   releasing the sweetest of sounds that play like a melody through emma’s ears.   ❝   how close are you   ?   ❞

_{so close —- too close for comfort and yet, caroline wouldn’t have dreamed of fighting it. the strength of her thighs had long failed her, and she relied on emma for support as her hips continued to bear down on the princess’ hand to meet its every thrust. breasts peaked and cheeks colored with deep, beautiful shades of red, the governess forced her own eyes to open and stare into the green depths of the other woman’s. a woman whom —despite her many, tireless efforts to stay away and remain at a safe distance— now held caroline’s heart in her palm. a princess —- although in that moment, there was nothing royally about the way she urged the older blonde towards the edge of a mind-blowing climax.}

_{❝ so damn close. oh my god —- ❞ voice a trembling, weakened whisper, caroline’s gaze drifted away from emma’s just as her neck bowed forward. blue eyes now glued to the floor beneath feet, shoulder blades exposed as was the pale skin of her back. one, two more thrusts of the princess’ hand and they fell shut once again, body arching and hips nearly jumping as pleasure reached its peak and caroline began to come around emma’s fingers. silently, but only at first, a deep moan soon finding its way up from the back of her throat to her mouth and spilling into the cold air around them.}

(via orphanis)

send me a symbol for my muse’s reaction to…

f-yeah-askmemes:

• _{…seeing your muse for the first time = ϟ}
• _{…almost being shut out of an elevator by your muse = ▲}
• _{…being asked out to breakfast/lunch/dinner by your muse = ☼}
• _{…sharing an umbrella with your muse = ☂}
• _{…being stuck in a car/train/plane/etc with your muse = ☠}
• _{…being snowed in with your muse = ❅}
• _{…receiving a text/call from your muse for the first time = ☏}
• _{…receiving a bouquet of flowers from your muse = ✿}
• _{…receiving a love letter from your muse = ✉}
  
• _{…receiving a present from your muse = 🎁}
• _{…receiving a compliment from your muse = ♡}
  
• _{…receiving a kiss from your muse = ❤}
• _{…being called a pet name by your muse for the first time = ★}
• _{…being carried bridal-style by your muse = 👠}
• _{…waking up in bed next to your muse = ☯}
• _{…accidentally spilling something on your muse = ☕}
• _{…seeing your muse get hurt = ✄}
• _{…seeing your muse undressed for the first time = 🔥}
• _{…seeing someone else getting too close to your muse = ⚑}
• _{…being caught doing something embarrassing by your muse = ☒}
• _{…realizing they’re in love with your muse for the first time = ➳}
• _{…hearing “i love you” from your muse for the first time = ∞}

(via sacredjustice)

_samenkomen:

        <sub>the    eye            follows    each    subtle   move    hubbard    felt    inclined    to    make          ,            allowing    a    mild    smirk    at    the    notion    she’d   actually                  stopped    what    she    was    doing  to    make    this    little    scene.             ever    the    actress    it    seemed.                a    sigh    escapes    the  assassin    in    the    meanwhile    whilst    a    boot    heel    hooks    onto    the  lip    of   her    table         ──  irritation    setting    in    at    the   growing    theatrics.      

         “ relax        ,        bette    davis. ”                elle    retorts    whilst    flicking    the   ash    from    her    filtered    cigarette.            “  i    always    think    people’d    be    better    off    doing    things    my   way       ─        but    i’m    not    about    to    sit  here          &           have           that            argument    again. ”                  both    eyebrows    rise    in   residual    exasperation.              “ so    for    now    i’m    simply    making    conversation.   the    sword         always         makes    for     an    interesting    conversation    starter         ,          don’t    you     think    ? ”</sub>          

_{❝ not particularly. i can’t say that i do. ❞ despite having once feared the one eyed assassin —from her sadistic fascination with death and cold steel weapons to the sword she carried on herself at all times— linda had grown to appreciate, even seek, the woman’s company. but this, this she would not have. assuming a more comfortable position on the couch, naked toes mirroring elle’s own feet and resting on the cold edge of her table, she nibbled on the already broken skin of her bottom lip just to have something to do. something other than to stare into the blue depths of an eye that sometimes, specially at night, still managed to pebble the back of her neck with goosebumps.}

_{❝ all these months and you still haven’t told me a single thing about yourself. ❞ linda’s words were carefully chosen, and she stopped long enough to take a deep breath before continuing. ❝ should i be worried i’m putting too much of my trust in you, miss driver? ❞}

(via samenkomen)

_{forwardmoved:}

        there was a smile, which would normally be comforting in times like these. but the governess wasn’t buying it one moment, already seeking out the slightest bit of movement to give it all away. as much as mary wanted to be completely void of emotion in this kind of situation, to do whatever it was to get what she needed and state her case, but there was undoubtedly worry in her eyes as well as concern. her grip on the other’s hands wouldn’t slack for a moment and she hardly cared what she might have looked from any other perspective, but she liked to think that she knew caroline well enough that she was qualified to do this.

        “you don’t expect me that to believe you, do you? just a little breakdown?” she scoffed, almost in disbelief that caroline would even suggest something like that. then again, she knew how desperate she was to protect everyone else, even if that meant hiding for her true feelings that were by all means revealed to the dysfunctional family in the tunnel. “i am more than eager to leave the past behind, all of us are. but what happened out there… you need help, actual help, now more than ever.”

_{❝ yes, miss debenham. that’s exactly what i expect you to do. ❞ it wasn’t much like herself, opening her mouth to interrupt those whom she cared about … but something had to be done. caroline removed her hands and a deep breath was drawn, deep enough to stop the sea of tears she was determined to keep inside from ever seeing the light of day, and knowing that she would break again if she allowed herself a second moment of weakness. doing so had almost costed the woman her life, a carefully planned stunt the only reason why she was there, wrapped up in black silk instead of an equally dark, plastic body bag.}

_{flicking the ash from her cigarette, purely out of costume more than anything else, caroline shifted on her seat to be able to cross her legs under the table and returned the governess’ glare. stripped of it’s usual warmth, colder than anyone had ever seen it look before. despite having meant it, the actress couldn’t have said she was proud of her own behavior. ❝ have you any idea what you’re asking me to do? talk about my feelings, like it didn’t kill me just to think about them. ❞}

(Source: widowsmisery, via forwardmoved-archive)