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nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action. 

ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex  21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience  23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease  26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex  33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

WORDS:  “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.”  “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.”  “i want you to touch yourself for me.”  “let me hear you, baby.”  “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.”  “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”  “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.”  “make me.” “be quiet.”  “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?” 

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i did this dumb thing in a complete contrast to this blog. go interact with @littlesmackerels you know you want to

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      TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY GENTLEMAN

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*: ･ﾟ✧   red dead redemption 2 ( part 6.)

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed!

“ you alright back there?”

“ does everything look alright?”

“ well, what’s going on?”

“ you need help?”

“ i reckon we can handle it.”

“ you still strong enough to hold up a wagon?”

“ see, you ain’t so useless after all.”

“ what you think?”

“ come on, let’s not push our luck.”

“ what happened?”

“ unpleasant? how do you rob and kill people pleasantly?”

“ hey, don’t blame it on me.”

“ just cause it sounds fancy, don’t mean he knows a damn thing about what he’s talking about.”

“ all life i’ve been on the run.”

“ he was a very sad man and the drink had a mean hold on him.”

“ wait… i don’t understand.”

“ what’s the problem between you two?”

“ it’s a long story.”

“ you know this area?”

“ it’s a good place to lie low?”

“ things go wrong sometimes. people die. it’s the way it is. always has been.”

“ we’ve all been in this line of work a long time, and we’re still here, so… i figure we must’ve got it right a hell of a lot more than we got it wrong.”

“ what are you working on there, anyway?”

“ here, you can have all this. i’m at the point where i can do it with my eyes closed.”

“ we have survived.”

“ we have all made mistakes over the years, __. every last one of us.”

“ i kept us together. kept us alive. kept the nooses off our neck.”

“ i guess i’m just worried.”

“ i want folks safe before i go.”

“ i know, my brother, but we are safe.”

“ would you just look around you.”

“ i prefer robbing banks to usury. seems more dignified somehow.”

“ i know that things have been tough… but we are safe now.”

“ get to work, but stay out of trouble.”

“ it is time for everyone to earn their keep.”

“ we need food. real food.”

“ oh, don’t remind me.”

“ well, we can always make more money.”

“ i’ve seen shit with more common sense than you.”

“ i’m gonna read a book.”

“ we’re free to plan our own futures once more.”

“ you kept the faith, __… you always kept it.”

“ my name ain’t no concern of yours.”

“ i’m hungry.”

“ i don’t give a damn.”

“ you seem like a nice feller, behind it all.”

“ then you ain’t a good judge of character.”

“ careful not to work yourself to death there.”

“ yeah, does it pay well?”

“ so, while the rest of us are busy, stealing, killing, lying, fighting to try to survive, you get to think all day.”

“ it’s a strange world we live in.”

“ do you wanna head into town, see if we can find anything out?”

“ why what you got planned?”

“ i’m bored outta my mind. been cooped up here for two weeks now.”

“ what’s happened to you, __?”

“ you’re worried about house chores? let’s go!”

“ fair enough, you got me.”

“ i can’t believe we’re going to see civilization. feels like weeks since we did.”

“ oh, i got lumbago. it’s very serious!”

“ oh, you couldn’t help me get my horse back from over there, could you?”

“ you’re turning into a regular old fairy godmother there.”

“ what’s that supposed to mean?”

“ it means you’ve got a heart. a small one perhaps, hidden deep inside, but a real one.”

“ lizards have hearts!”

“ well, __, i’m proud of you.”

“ to be honest, if you hadn’t been here, i probably woulda robbed him.”

“ smell that sheep. or is that you?”

“ heaven forbid you put your head on the line.”

“ just remember, keep a low profile.”

“ so that’s how you see yourself, is it? a maniac?”

“ you are a sad man, __. but i know you love me.”

“ you’re my favorite parasite. no… ringworm’s my favorite parasite. you’re my second favorite parasite.”

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       “ and apart from me, there is no savior.”       ISAIAH 43:11

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Christopher Tin - Baba Yetu

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HEAVEN VS HELL / RELATIONSHIPS WITH SIGNIFICANT FIGURES

 Isaiah’s ancestors have been part of the battle between heaven and hell for at least 100 years. This is a battle between god and the devil to see which side holds the most influence over the Earthly plains. Naturally, there are many organizations such as Isaiah’s own heritage that fight for one side or the other, aiming to either push out the angels on Earth or the demons.      Because the King family has played such a vital role for so long and is one of a limited number with the unique abilities of second sight, they have become a ‘household name’ in both unearthly realms. In heaven, of course, they are seen as allies to the cause, in hell, they are seen as an absolute nuisance -- Isaiah in particular as he appears to have banished more demons single-handedly than any of his ancestors before him. This is likely due to the fact he is trying to absolve himself of his sin of suicide.  This alliance means Isaiah is on first name terms with both god, one of his archangels, and the devil. 

BOSS

    “I’m relatable that way.”

HE and Isaiah seem constantly at loggerheads. Isaiah believes he’s served enough to earn his reward of entry into heaven. HE says that’s exactly the kind of attitude that means he still has work to do.  Isaiah often refers to him as ‘Boss’, which HE is not strictly against.  HE very rarely steps down to Earth, often HE’ll send Gabriel but sometimes HE feels it necessary to connect with Isaiah on a more personal level. 

GABRIEL

  “Don’t shoot the messenger; I don’t make the rules, I just work here.”

Gabriel is an archangel, quite possibly considered as HIS right hand, closest ally and confidant. They often appear to Isaiah when HE has a message or a task and has new intel regarding the Southern Plains mission. Gabriel says they know exactly when the rapture will come but refuses to give up the information which annoys Isaiah greatly. Because they are an angel, they are genderless and present as, what the humans may describe as ‘androgynous’ when they are presenting as a human. 

LU

  “I can honestly say - with my hand on a bible - that I didn’t do it.”

Nobody hates Isaiah more than this guy. A large percentage of his soldiers cannot leave the gates of hell because of Isaiah and his family. It was a cold day in hell when Isaiah’s soul crossed the gates - he’d spent centuries craving a Crusader soul to devour and tear apart for all of eternity - and much like the crocodile in Peter Pan, now he’s had a taste of it he’s determined to get him back. He cannot step foot inside any of Isaiah’s personal spaces, such as the Crusader church grounds or his home, but it doesn’t stop him from doing whatever he can to torment him.

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mamcbird·:

his answer gave her pause but she worked hard to keep her expression one of neutral interest. she’d heard of ‘family run churches’ before but nothing along those lines — over a century was a long time to keep a church in one family. she was sure don would have known more about this sort of thing — if it happened more than she thought that it would in the modern world for example — but something about keeping it in the family so to speak for that long felt a little… off. ( just because it’s not something you’re used to doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. ) “that’s quite a legacy,” she said amiably, “was it something you wanted to do?” 

he had a nice smile, she could say at least. ( a little wolfish at times but perhaps that was all in her own imagination. ) she nodded, her own mouth pulling up at the corners in a warm smile, “i do. a little from childhood — my mother was jewish and dad was catholic — but my husband is a rabbi.” 

—— well. that certainly wasn’t something she expected to hear and try as she might, she couldn’t mask the surprise that flickered across her expression at his words. “oh?” was all she could manage for a moment before she gathered her thoughts enough to form an actual sentence, “that’s an odd position for a leader of a church to be in.” and, because she really couldn’t help herself, “may i ask why?”

✝       HIS head shakes from side to side at her question, “I won’t lie to you, there was a time in my life when I wanted to be anyone else but me. But my Daddy made me see the light.” He wasn’t going to go into any details about his family, the Blessing bestowed upon them, and why the Church had been in the family for such a long time. There was more to the Crusaders than preaching the apocalypse and converting the non-believers to any means necessary; there was an invisible battle between heaven and hell - who had the most influence. God might’ve been almighty, but he had a wicked sense of humor.      “That’s good to know.” He commented on her religious backgrounds, nodding his head as if the fact impressed him, “Do you practice yourself? I hope being here isn’t making you uncomfortable.”  Isaiah found himself grinning again at the surprise on her features. Of course, it was strange for someone in his position to be damned but that was the fact of it, he was still trying to pay for the mistakes he had made as a child. “My Daddy believed that everyone had at least one sin. One sin that tainted our spirit and would damn us when the end came unless we asked the lord for absolution. My sin was wrath.” he took a sip of his beer and shifted in his seat so he could set the bottle down on the ground, “You asked me if I always wanted to do this and my answer was no. I saw things no child should have to see, things that haunted me at night and the lord offered me no light, nor guidance. I found comfort in sharp objects for three years and when that stopped working I committed suicide. I don’t use the word ‘attempted’ because on the way to the hospital I died; suicide is a sure-fire way to wind up at the gates of hell, there’s no forgiving that. Technically I was dead for two minutes, and believe me, those two minutes felt like twenty years. He hasn’t quite forgiven me yet, but I’m getting there, I think.”

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she inclined the top of the bottle towards him, nodding and murmuring a quick ‘thank you’ when the cap popped, “i take it he was the one to encourage you? to go into ministry, i mean.” a silly thought popped in her mind — ( i hope that’s not too forward to ask— ) — but they were two strangers having a beer in a church. all rules seemed to fly out the window. 

his bottle raised and andrea lifted hers slightly, tipping it again towards him, echoing whatever gesture he was raising it in. it felt almost like playing a game of mirror, how her hand lifted when his did and she took a sip— not wanting to seem rude— but that was all. the bottle moved slowly from her lips, the bottom settled back in the small cradle of her palm while the other hand held the neck and picked at the paper label. “likewise, isaiah.” 

“hm? oh,” his question caught her off guard and a light laugh left her. she shook her head and shrugged, “i uh, i don’t really know for sure. but even if it doesn’t i might start telling people that— use it as an ice breaker.” she moved then, letting herself slowly meander to look closer at the church he had brought her to, “isaiah— like the prophet. ‘a voice of one calling in the desert: prepare a way for the lord.’“ she paused to look over at him with a quick and genuine smile, “no idea what it means though.” 

✝       “NATURALLY.” he answers, finally sitting down again in a seat opposite her as he takes a swig from his bottle. “My family have been runnin’ this church for over a-hundred-years. One day, I hope to have a son of my own to take over the herd. Whenever that might be. He was into his 50′s now, and much to his mother’s dismay, childless. No doubt either of his parents wouldn’t live to see a grandson take over the church but they had to trust it in his hands. Whatever happened they knew it’d be for the greater good.  Isaiah chuckled in acknowledgement of her, “A perfect ice breaker,” he agreed, having another drink before looking out of the window, a faint image of his people working on the land around the building. His smile brightened at the words she followed with, dark eyes once again finding her gaze, he gave a gentle nod of his head, “Exactly like the prophet. Do you know it?” she’d piqued his interest now for sure, “It means salvation of the lord. I always found it to be quite fitting, though as it stands at the moment I'm damned to hell.”

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WEAPONS.

Isaiah’s strongest weapons are his words, and being head honcho means he has a lot of people to do his dirty work for him. However when things turn sour - either with living human beings or demons - he has a couple of weapons which he keeps on his person for such occasion. Isaiah is a weapons master, he’s incredibly knowledgeable on most firearms whether they’re heavy-duty or sidearms. He doesn’t carry a gun with him all the time, but these two items are on him at all times.  First of all he has a set of brass knuckles They have engravings that read ‘fiat iustitia et pereat mundus’ (Let justice be done, though the world perish) with a crucifix on each knuckle. These do significant damage to humans and demons alike. He calls these THE HAND OF GOD

Secondly is a crucifix necklace, given to him by his father upon his official entry into the Crusade when he was on his path to becoming the Father. Concealed inside is a small blade which, paired with his knowledge of the major veins and arteries, can prove fatal and engraved on this one are the words GOD PROTECT. This is only for use against human beings, it does no damage to a demon, other than it’s holy symbolism.