love her with dark lips

warlundblackfyre  asked:

Warlund or Eve

Imma do this for both my toons! 


“W-what?”  the songstress blinked, glancing about.  “I would say Lord Blackfyre.  Lady Daniels is beautiful and lovely but…. she is a woman.” 


A grin tugged at her dark lips,  “Can I no’ have both?  Powerful and beautiful people… the both of them.  I suppose, iffin’ I can only choose one… the Lady Daniels.” 

{ @warlundblackfyre @eveshadows

Drabble No4: “What was that for?”

“What was that for?” A breathless Y/N Y/L/N pulled away from her heated make out session with her boyfriend, Brett Talbot. 

Brett rested his forehead against hers, and smiled. “I don’t know. I just love you.” He expressed. They’ve been dating for about six months, which means they haven’t said the ‘l’ word yet. Well- until now.

“I love you too, idiot.” Her smile brightened the dark room, as he planted his lips upon hers once again.

When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke–the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love.
—  Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

Andromeda Black: a modern muse + hair & makeup

A lovely girl with her dark red lips, perfectly tousled hair. She never had it tossed back in a ponytail unless she were nervous or irritated, and it was most notable that during exams she would take her hair up only to let it down again multiple times. Her makeup only accentuated how utterly dangerous she could be, intimidating in her looks that never seemed to soften– perfectly groomed brows to match beautifully lined eyes. Some whispered of the fact that they’d never seen her without makeup, while others would comment that there was something rather ‘whore-ish’ about that red lip stain she frequented. Always pure, always flawless.

I love seeing women with bodies like mine be thirsted after and hailed for being sexy and beautiful.

I love seeing her imperfect titties with big areolas get praised.

I love seeing the comments about how people would love to kiss her lumpy midsection.

I love seeing her lovers hands caress the rolls on her back.

I love seeing lips kiss the dark patches on her inner thighs.

I love seeing her flattish, cellulite speckled, regular sized ass get rubbed and nibbled and laid upon.

I love seeing her body adored.

I love seeing all of her touched without hesitation or retraction.

I don’t see it often, but when I do it makes me happy.

When I do it gives me hope.

Never Shall We Die

Inspired by @xhookswenchx​‘s painful, painful headcanon and @gusenitsaa‘s flailing encouragement :D

When he first bends to kiss her, his body tightly coiled, his jaw clenching, his eyes wild, she knows.

But, he doesn’t.

So he pushes, presses his lips against hers, his love against the darkness that lives in her veins. He kisses her in the cold, hollow shell of her home and he tries. He tries to fill the rooms with warmth, he tries to bring her empty eyes back to life. He tries to pull her back from the demon that had claimed her.

He tries.

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