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nsfw prompt list .

send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble.

awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.

bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want).

blinded. our muses getting frisky in the dark (wherever).

buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours.

butterflies. our muses doing something new in bed.

bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.

call me maybe. our muses having phone sex.

claimed. my muse reacting to getting hickies from yours.

coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.

cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.

city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window.

closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them.

covered. our muses getting handsy under a shared blanket.

dancing on my own. my muse getting close and personal on the dancefloor.

discrete. my muse reacting to yours touching them under a table.

free. our muses getting frisky in a secluded lake.

freezing. our muses getting frisky in a cabin to keep warm.

game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game.

hands off. our muses attempting bondage for the first time (light).

husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind.

meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.

occupied. our muses getting riled up in a public bathroom.

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting.

peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding.

radio. our muses getting handsy in the car.

showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally.

silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason.

steamy. our muses getting frisky in the shower.

strangers in the night. our muses having a one night stand.

talk to me. my muse dirty talking with yours.

tiles. our muses getting frisky in the bathroom.

voice mail. my muse leaving yours a dirty voice mail.

you’ve got mail. either muse reacting to yours having left a dirty voice mail.

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veneraeted​  :

“  well, grandview is quite far from ireland  ——— but first, what’s your name?”  melinda asks, moving her stack of receipts just in time before he decides to turn her countertop into a chair. there was already so much to unpack in what he’d said so far, 50 years, ireland, liam, aka someone else who could see him. she had so much she wanted to ask him already, but the fact that he knew he was dead at least covered her usual opening spiel. 

“  my name is melinda. i can hear you and see you, yes  ——  i have a gift, and i can help you.  ”  she adds, pursing her lips before deciding to do away with the her to-do list for the night. 

this was so much more important.  

at least in her eyes, she and delia were still at odds over the whole charlie debacle. and it just made her miss andrea that much more. andrea, who’d truly understood her. never questioned her, never made her feel as though she was crazy. 

“ and don’t worry about the basement, i’m used to it,  it happens far more often than you’d think at this point.  ”  she wanted to know everything, about him but specifically why he hadn’t gone into the light yet. what could possibly be keeping him here, other than perhaps whomever this liam character was.

“ oh! oh, right, my name’s connor. connor joyce. nice t’meet ya. ”  it’s nicer than he thinks he could possibly express, being seen. of course, liam’s always been able to see him, and that’s lovely, means he never really feels alone --- but connor still gets lonely. when liam’s out, visiting his mum, leaving him with only mrs. duffy’s decrepit cat for company. he’s convinced the little beast can sense him, though liam tells him he’s barking. but this nice lady, melinda... she really can see him, and hear him, and not only that, but they’re actually having a conversation. 

though, it’s a little strange that she’s mentioned that twice now. helping him. connor stratches at his cheek, smile more bemused now but no less bright.  “ but erm---don’t think I need much help, really. should just be able to pop back to the flat if I concentrate. s’how it’s always worked before. might just take a bit to work, since m’so far now. ”

it's also a bit strange that he’d travelled so far without even realising. a shiver of apprehension trickles like ice water down his spine as it occurs to connor that perhaps he’d lost control, overshot by... quite a ways, in a way he never has before. but he dismisses that easily enough. it had felt more like... answering a call. following a stray whim that had caught his attention.  “ liam’ll be worried if I don’t come back soon, but I should be able to pop ‘round again after I let ‘im know where I’ve been---oh, liam’s my b---my mate. he’s my mate. we share the flat.”  can’t be too careful with that; connor might be incorporeal, but that’s never stopped people being bloody nasty about it to liam’s face.

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veneraeted​  :

“  if you’re looking for something or someone to help you,  ”  the third sound of something crashing from the basement is what finally drags melinda’s attention away from counting that day’s till.  “  trashing my basement is definitely not the way to get on my good side  !  ”

she’d closed up shop hours ago and with jim working an overnight shift, she could’ve gone home, ordered a pizza, and fallen asleep on the couch to a hallmark movie. but, instead, she’d decided to be a semi responsible store owner and check a few things off her daily to-do list, knowing that her future self would be very happy to not have to do all of this counting in the morning.

“  i really don’t want to have to start this over because you felt like distracting me  !  why don’t you just come up here, let me finish this, and then i can help you,  ”  she knows she doesn’t have to shout, the ghosts hear her regardless, but something about yelling down to whomever has decided to inhabit her basement tonight feels cathartic.

@boundwrit hit the ♡  

“ hang about --- you can hear me? ”  moving as a ghost isn’t quite the same thing as moving when you’re alive, connor’s found. he doesn’t think twice about forgoing the stairs anymore, simply lets gravity’s tenuous grasp on him slip until he can float up, through the basement’s ceiling, before pulling it taut again, anchoring himself with little more than a thought. 

“ can you... can you actually see me? ”  the thought sends a giddy thrill shooting down his spine, and his eyes light up, a grin splitting his face.  “ tha’s brilliant! s’only been liam and me for years now, no one else’s ever been able to see me! ”  casting a glance around, laughter stumbles out of him.  “ an antique store sounds about right, I practically am one, but uh... ”  he trails off, sheepish, and rubs a hand through his hair.  “ sorry about your basement, m’a bit... lost. ”

sitting’s not the same as it used to be, either. instead of just hopping up on the counter, like he used to, connor has to focus on not going straight through it, though he’s more than mastered the skill by now.  “ been dead fifty years and this is the first time I’ve left ireland, can you believe tha’? didn’t even know I could. ”

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** taylor swift - folklore lyric starters pt four.

EPIPHANY.

“  keep  your  helmet,  keep  your  life,  son.  ”

“  just  a  flesh  wound,  here's  your  rifle.  ”

 “  sir,  i  think  he's  bleeding  out.  ”

“  some things you just can’t speak about.  ”

“  with  you,  i  serve,  with  you,  i  fall  down.  ”

“  doc,  i  think  she's  crashin'  out.  ”

  “  only  twenty  minutes  to  sleep,  but  you  dream  of  some  epiphany.  ”

BETTY.

“  i  won't  make  assumptions.  ”

“  i  think  it's  because  of  me.  ”

“  when  i  passed  your  house  it's  like  i  couldn't  breathe.  ”  

“  you  can't  believe  a  word  she  says.  ”

“  the  worst  thing  that  i  ever  did  was  what  i  did  to  you.  ”   

“  if  i  just  showed  up  at  your  party,  would  you  have  me  ?  ”

“  would  you  tell  me  to  go  fuck  myself  ?  ”

“  i  don't  know  anything  but  i  know  i  miss  you.  ”

“  i  know  where  it  all  went  wrong.  ”  

“  i  hate  the  crowds,  you  know  that.  ”  

“  i  saw  you  dance  with  him.  ”  

“  slept  next  to  her,  but  i  dreamt  of  you  all  summer  long.  ”  

“  the  only  thing  i  wanna  do  is  make  it  up  to  you.  ”  

“  will  you  have  me  ?  will  you  love  me  ?  ”

“  if  you  kiss  me,  will  it  be  just  like  i  dreamed  it  ?  ”

“  will  it  patch  your  broken  wings  ?  ”

“  you  know  i  miss  you.  ”  

PEACE.

“  our  coming  of  age  has  come  and  gone.  ”

“  i  never  had  the  courage  of  my  convictions.  ”

“  danger  is  near,  it's  just  around  the  corner,  darlin'  because  it  lives  in  me.  ”

“  no,  i  could  never  give  you  peace.  ”

“  i'm  a  fire  and  i'll  keep  your  brittle  heart  warm.  ”  

“  all  these  people  think  love's  for  show,  but  i  would  die  for  you  in  secret.  ”  

“  you  got  a  friend  in  me,  would  it  be  enough  ?  ”  

“  your  integrity  makes  me  seem  small.  ”  

“  there's  robbers  to  the  east  clowns  to  the  west.  ”   

“  the  rain  is  always  gonna  come  if  you're  standing  with  me.  ”

“  the  devil's  in  the  details.  ” 

HOAX.

“  this  has  broken  me  down.  ”

“  this  has  frozen  my  ground.  ”

“  give  me  a  reason.  ”

“  your  faithless  love's  the  only  hoax  i  believe  in.  ”

“  don't  want  no  other  shade  of  blue  but  you.  ”

“  i  am  ash  from  your  fire.  ”

“  you  knew  the  hero  died,  so  what's  the  movie  for.  ”

“  it  still  hurts  underneath  my  scars  from  when  they  pulled  me  apart .  ”

“  you  knew  you  won,  so  what's  the  point  of  keeping  score  ?  ”

“  what  you  did  was  just  as  dark.  ”

"  you  have  beaten  my  heart.  ”

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** platonic / familial sentence starters.

“  i  enjoy  talking  to  you.  your  mind  appeals  to  me.  ”

“  if  you  live  to  be  a  hundred,  i  want  to  live  a  hundred  minus  one  day  so  i  would  never  have  to  live  a  day  without  you.  ”

“  i  could  listen  to  you  ramble  all  day.  ”

“  everything  that  happens  it  better  when  you’re  here.  ”

“  don’t  you  read  your  messages  ?  we  have  a  friend  emergency.  ”

“  if  you  called  at  3am,  i’d  always  answer.  ”

“  i’ll  bring  you  tea  with  honey.  i  know  that  always  makes  you  feel  better.  ”

“  i  brought  sweets  and  chocolate.  ”

“  just  get  in  the  pillow  fort,  okay  ?  ”

“  i  cooked  it  for  you.  it  may  not  be  edible,  but  it’s  the  thought,  right ?  ”

“  come  for  a  drive  with  me  ?  i  need  to  clear  my  head.  ”

“  your  mom  let  me  in.  ”

“  i  made  you  pancakes  to  cheer  you  up.  ”

“  sometimes  i  want  to  punch  you  in  the  throat.  but  i  love  you.  ”

“  i  missed  you.  ”

“  remind  me  why  we  decided  this  was  a  good  idea ?  ”

“  i  heard  you  crying  through  the  door.  everything  okay  ?  ”

“  they  don’t  deserve  someone  as  amazing  as  you.  ”

“  tell  me  words  of  encouragement  so  i  don’t  murder  someone.  ”

“  it’s  my  job  to  take  care  of  you.  ”

“  family  isn’t  always  who  you’re  born  with.  it’s  also  who  you’d  die  for.  ”

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morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before  

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@lovcdandlost​​ said  :   “can i use your lap as a pillow?”     [   aeron   ]       /    physical contact starters .

“ you really gotta ask, baby? ”  emma’s more than happy to clear space for him, setting her book aside and moving to drape the blanket she’d had thrown over her legs around her shoulders instead. she pats her knees, the corners of her mouth ticking up into a smile as that brings to mind all the times she’s done just that for the boys, and waits until he’s settled. his breath huffs out of him in what might be relief, or just contentment, as he wiggles a little to get comfortable. there’s something about the casual intimacy of it all that always puts a little hitch in her breathing, leaves her a little misty-eyed, and emma always fervently hopes he doesn’t notice. but it’s easy enough to distract him if it does start to seem like he’s picking up on it. easy to smooth at the little crease between his brows, to rub slow circles at his temples with her thumbs until the tension leaves him, tight shoulders gradually loosening and chest rising and falling at a steady rate as he draws in deep breaths.

there’s a nagging urge to ask about his day like she usually would, to wonder aloud if he’d had a bad one that’s necessitated this. but the last thing she wants is to walk him backwards through all that stress if it has been, watch it settle onto his shoulders and weigh him down again. so, instead of surrendering to the impulse, emma trails her fingers along his jawline, fingertips skimming gently over his skin and dragging across his stubble with a quiet rasp that makes her smile. he tips his head back just as she leans down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, a giggle bubbling up her throat and spilling out of her, a bright, clear sound.  “ love you, ”  she murmurs, more than pleased with the rumble of his response.

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@analyticallyminded​ said  :   “oh! i didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”       /    physical contact starters .

“ you don’t have to apologise for that. ”  dj knows he must have a soft, fond smile on his face as he gazes down at jemma slowly blinking herself back to wakefulness, bleary and sleep-warm where her arm’s still pressed against his.  “ never apologise for napping. and I say this as the father of a four year old who hated sleeping through the night and a doctor who works primarily in the emergency department. naps... are good. naps are so good. ”  there are plenty of pictures of him facedown on the couch, or one of the bunks in the on-call room, that are hardly the most flattering, but the sleep had been so very worth it. 

dj chuckles to himself, holding up the book in his hands, thumb tucked in against the spine from the inside to hold his place, for jemma’s inspection.  “ gave me an excuse to catch up on my reading anyway. kinda impossible to do, usually. I can never sit still long enough. ”  he hadn’t been able to bear even the thought of waking her, so dj had sat as still as possible, barely even moving to turn the page of his book, freezing up every time she’d so much as stirred. the cup of coffee he’d fixed himself before they’d sat down sits on the coffee table in front of them, untouched and stone cold. reaching for it could’ve jostled jemma, after all. he doesn’t tell her that it had looked like she’d needed the sleep, happy just to take in the sight of a tousled, loose-limbed jemma, who doesn’t appear to be in much of hurry to move.

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@sanctuarymade​ said  :   “no one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”     [   benji   ]       /    physical contact starters .

a laugh stumbles its way out of her as she adjusts her shirt, and lacey squeezes his hips with her knees, flashing him a smile.  “ their loss, darlin’. ”  it’s been a long damn time since she’s kissed someone like that. she’s not even sure she can remember the last time… isn’t sure she wants to, come to think of it. the smile almost slips off her lips, but now certainly isn’t the time to get maudlin about things like that. not when she’s still buzzing with something that’s not quite adrenaline, her fingers and toes tingling with the feeling, and her hair’s in delightful disarray --- she pauses to blow a wayward strand out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear.  “ they’re missin’ out. ”  feeling… off-kilter, like she’s stuck on a tilt-a-whirl, like that had thrown her right back to the days of leland maye’s backseat and frantic fumbles behind the bleachers, and lacey’s more than happy to ride that giddy wave for as long as she can.

leaning back on her hands, fingers curled around the edge of the bar, she studies her latest dance partner with with a narrow-eyed scrutiny, even as her thousand megawatt grin never dims. he’s a skittish one, something his height and… broadness... and… general size belies, and she’s had to adjust her approach ever so slightly more than once, had even almost scared him off with a ill-advised, tipsy joke gone wrong. but if this is the end result… the work’s been worth it, she has to admit. not that she ever really had a doubt. the trick’ll be keeping a man who kisses like that on the hook. she figures it shouldn’t be too hard, given the way he’s looking at her right about now.  “ not for nothin’... ”  her hands find his shoulders and lacey uses him as leverage to haul herself up until she’s flush against him, arms draped over his shoulders and legs locked around his waist.  “ but the last man who looked at me like that… I got laid. ”

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COME  TO  THE  CHURCH  OF  THE  NEW ;  A  BUILDING  THAT SAYS  ONLY :  ‘LOST’  AND IN  BOLD  LETTERS :  FOUND  /  independent and private multimuse, featuring fandomless and affiliated ocs /  as protected by chris

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@lovcdandlost​​ said  :   “that’s gonna leave a bruise.”     [   aeron   ]       /    physical contact starters .

a cursory glance downward tells her he’s gesturing to the darkening redness that’s spread down her side, and talia fights not to grimace when her shrug sends pain lancing up her spine.  “ not the first bruise I’ve ever had. won’t be the last. ”  it sounds like the kind of machismo crap she can’t stand from half the overconfident rookie agents she’s ever trained, but she’s not just saying it to make herself seem tough. her pain’s always been more of a minor inconvenience than any real kind of hindrance. she’d rather push through it than let it stop her. 

none of which she needs to explain to him, so talia settles for tugging her t-shirt down to cover the burgeoning bruise, the cotton clinging to her damp skin in a way that makes her want to squirm. but she refuses herself any kind of visible discomfort, shakes out her hair and angles a lazy smirk in his direction instead.  “ did you actually want something from me, or are you just here to make asinine observations? ”  just to add some injury to light-hearted insult, she flicks his forehead on her way out the door.

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@lovcdandlost​ said  :   "is that the best you've got?"     [   aeron   ]       /    physical contact starters .

“ you just don’t know how to take a beating gracefully, do you? ”  talia tilts her head, eyes narrowing as she regards her fallen quarry. if nothing else, he’s persistent, she’ll give him that. she’s knocked him on his ass at least half a dozen times already, but he’s climbed back to his feet after each tumble, dogged in the face of obvious defeat. it’d be admirable, if knowing she’d have to work to get him on his back on the mat again wasn’t exhausting. she spares a fleeting thought as to whether or not that could be his strategy, wearing her down until it’s all too easy to take her legs out from under her, but dismisses the notion easily. he’s gassed, that much is clear in the heave of his chest and the sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. 

talia sighs, taking pity on her sparring partner, and crouches beside him, reaching out to flick his forehead.  “ quit while you’re ahead, o’connell. you’re going to be sore enough tomorrow. ”  she’ll be feeling it herself, which she’s putting down to the few lucky shots he’d gotten in before she’d solidly handed him his ass. he’s not exactly helpless, but he still hadn’t stood much of a chance against a seasoned field agent. makes her wonder why he’d agreed to train with her at all.  “ are you just a glutton for punishment---is that what this is? you get your rocks off getting your ass beat by a woman? ” 

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non-sexual forms of intimacy.   send me ‘INTIMACY +’ a number between 1-125 and i’ll write a starter or a drabble about our muses engaging in a form of intimacy outside of sexual context.   note: as the level of trust required for the things listed here varies a lot, feel free to send multiple numbers if you aren’t sure if they’ll work! bonus:   if the mun is comfortable with randomising a number if asked, state so in the tags when you reblog!

1        watching tv/movies together

2        going to an event together  ( like a carnival, festival, etc. )

3        going on dates, like to the movies or shopping

4        sharing secrets

5        hugs

6        sharing drinks

7        having a phone call

8        touching noses

9        cuddling

10      having a philosophical discussion

11      hand holding

12      sharing jokes

13      sharing smiles

14      laying your head on someone’s shoulder

15      linking arms

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For every 🎵 I get I'll post a song I associate with my muse!

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Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

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❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.