(lp) Marin - Tumblr Posts
@lovepurposed literally asked for this. ♡ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ♡
Time for another round already, darling? --Oh. Hello, you.
Naughty, naughty, signing these poor unfortunates up without their consent. Road to Hell and all--though I somehow doubt there was good intention here.
Ladies first. You, my darling, wouldn't know how to be a proper top if you have a manual and a master class in it: true or true? I don't need to cheat to know a praise whore when I see one. Nowhere happier than on your knees being petted and told what a good girl you are, hey? I'd love to stop here, darling, and leave you to stew in your pretty little panties over just how easy you are to read, but I'm afraid it's time for a SHOW. Lightning round--and--go.
You haven't heard the word "shibari" I recommend you run to your preferred pornographic website and look it up immediately. The same for "cock-warmer," though erotica might do you better for that. If I had to guess I'd say your specific fixation is...fingers. Must be a sucker for pianists. If you haven't been fucked still in or half-in lingerie you should try it--and consider suspension in your next romp, mmm? Got a strong feeling you'll learn something new about yourself you can thank me for later.
And now you. Lets make one thing perfectly clear between the two of us first, shall we?: I don't like you. I'd say I'm sure you're in fine company, but.... Well. Our mutual friend here isn't in those ranks. So then.
You're a switch of my least favorite kind, specifically because you aren't a switch. You aren't anything. (You're a malleable state of matter dredged up from the foam of the sea--but that's for another time.)
The issue I take with you with all this is because you have no preferences of your own. Easy to misinterpret as "easygoing," I know, and I know you've allowed yourself the delusion of just that. Even "no preference" sounds sweet for what it is. But we both know the truth. The, if you'll pardon the metaphor, hungry maelstrom at the core of the matter, hmm? You have no preferences because you have no "you." You're a mirror at best, reflecting back what you think others want to see--their kinks included.
There are things you like, of course. Eyes. Hands. Thighs. Things in pairs, you might notice--mirrors. You can't enjoy yourself by yourself unless it's for the pleasure of another, and that's always stumped you. So let Daddy give you a hint why, yeah?
What is left in a mirror when there's no one to reflect?
--And that's time. Do come back to see me.
"Tell me what you want. In details." (for Anne from Marin)
SUBTLE SUGGESTIVE SMUT PROMPTS :
Anne takes a deep breath in and lets it back out shakily. She feels a fool, eyes covered by a strip of cloth she's tied there herself, but she's...learned things about herself. Funny things. Things she doesn't like other people being able to take advantage of but which, for the sake of whatever's between Marin and her, she needs to at least share a bit of.
It's just easier to share with the stupid fucking blindfold on.
"I en't...--this is all theoretical, aye? I en't...had much...'experience,' as it were. Just lonely thoughts." Jesus, she's rambling. Unsure of what else to do, Anne takes a running start at things, going at it headfirst. "But I like bein tied up." She startles even herself with that admission, immediately going red under the blindfold, across her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Her hand clenches in an unconscious fist. "...I think. Like...bein told what to do, made to do it. Just a game. I like playin rough, sometimes. Sometimes...not." That's the harder one to admit.
All the ones left she can think of like this are the harder ones to admit.
"One said something nice 'bout me, once. He saw how I acted and kept goin on 'bout it, and eventually I came screamin for it. That...could be nice again. The, ah. The compliments and the...finishin first." For a change. "Been wantin to try usin my mouth, had someone's mouth on me." Now the worst one: "Be in the center of a group." It feels selfish. Cheeks burning hotter, she quickly adds, "Or...try a group again, least ways." She bites her lip for a moment, thinking. The blindfold makes it all easier. Breathing. Talking. Confessing. Going along with it. She's stopped feeling dumb in it a while ago, some distant part of her glad for the flimsy excuse it offered to go with the ebb and flow.
"I...want not t'be in control, 'cept when sometimes I do. Wanna learn how, for...if I choose to. And I like--adrenaline. Hate-fucking, or after a battle, or...," shamefully, this particular magnetism is so often upon Anne she can never quite parse its source, distracting as it is, "...what have ye. And I like...bein of service. Bein used for it, a' times, or figurin out how to...help get ye there. S'pose I want it both ways in that.
"Don't know what else. Like I said. Lack of experience." She sits quietly, but doesn't move to take the blindfold off. Not just yet. Not in case there's...more? (She can't tell if that's hope or dread unsettling her belly. Maybe both.)
ʘ‿ʘ from Marin with love.
Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive.
Pros: both gorgeous ladies on opposite ends of the attractive scale; fierce, would already take steel (a stab or a shot) for her just as a captain/person; already have a badass arc in the making with finding and supplying their own ship.
Cons: Anne isn't a top, and neither does Marin carry top energy; this will not get to be a soft ship without a shit ton of work because they're coming from different places in their healing journey/s; every lesbian will tell you the hardest part of being a lesbian (or at least sapphic) in a relationship is gauging if the other woman is a lesbian (or at least sapphic) or not, followed by the second hardest part of being a lesbian (or at least sapphic) in a relationship is trusting the other woman is into you.
Dynamics: ...And They Were Roommates; Captain & First Mate; Crime Queens; Partners? / Partners.; The Lost & Found; I Die Without You
🔪 (from marin if you want)
Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.
Anne scoffs but leaves her hands where they are, up at either side of her head. She doesn’t try to stand up or even to shift into a more comfortable kneeling position. Even though she knows Marin can’t see from her angle, Anne rolls her eyes before she speaks.
“So it’s t’be no more niceties then? That’s…,” Anne wiggles a finger back and forth, testing the limits of Marin’s slack, “…that’s almost a shame, that. Despite what present circumstances may suggest,” there’s no hiding the lock-picked trunk sitting just in front of them both, after all, “I do quite like ye.”