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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄, pt. 1.   (  a collection of various  dialogue + action prompts centered around muses exploring kinks.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with these prompts if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts to portray non-consensual scenarios.  )

-> bondage.

are these too tight ?

you look so good like this, all splayed out for me.

hands off, or i'll have to tie them down.

feel that ? every knot tightens when you squirm.

can we try the cuffs tonight ?

tell me where you want my mouth, since your hands can't reach.

don't worry, i'm going to take my time with you.

hold out your wrists.

[ BOUND ] sender finishes tying receiver's second hand to the bedframe. [ TIE ] sender creates makeshift hand restraints for receiver out of clothes / etc. [ STRUGGLE ] sender thrashes against their restraints in throes of pleasure. [ REPRIEVE ] sender unties receiver during sex so they can finally touch them.

-> predator / prey.

i'll give you a head start.

clever hiding spot ... pity i know every inch of these woods.

fear tastes sweeter than surrender.

[ naaame ], where aree youuu ?

your whimpers sound more honest than your words.

chase me, catch me, then see what i do.

your scent gives you away. heat and salt and want.

please, as if you could outrun me.

you can't hide forever, [ name ].

you look pretty enough to eat.

[ CHASE ] sender chases receiver through the woods. [ HIDE & SEEK ] sender has hidden, receiver is hunting them down. [ BITE ] sender digs their teeth into the hollow of receiver's neck. [ CAPTURED ] after catching them, sender straddles receiver on the ground.

-> voyeurism.

don't tell me, show me.

sit there and don't move. just watch.

keep your eyes on the mirror ... watch yourself come undone for me.

show me how you touch yourself when you're alone.

see how stunning you look like this ?

you don't get to touch me yet.

louder. i want them to hear you.

[ WATCH ] sender disallows receiver from touching them, they can only watch. [ DISPLAY ] sender touches themselves knowing receiver is watching. [ WITNESS ] sender and receiver have sex knowing a third party is watching. [ SURPRISE ] sender gets nudes from receiver while at an event together.

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Send 🗡 to hold a blade to my muse's throat for their reaction!

Alternatively, send 'reverse + 🗡' for my muse (receiver) to hold a blase to your muse's throat.

If you cannot see the emoji, send 'DAGGER'

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"No.. not a threat. It's a promise!" He yelled. His fingers curled into a fist as he took in a deep breath to smell the air around him. Darkness grew unstable around him. Puddles of its energy pooling around the area as if he himself was a portal to the realm of darkness itself. The threat produced by the old man was laughable.

Thus Magnus laughed outright towards him." I have forgotten the sensation of fear. Perhapse you could bring that out if you do happen to defeat me. And that is a big IF." He chuckled lowly as he spoke." Let me see how well you can fight, old one. Give me a fight worth having!"

His hammer raised. He charged. Instead of raising it to hit Xehanort he flung himself forward like a catapult. His feet aimed for Xehanort's chest as debris flew from the floor. Each and every splinter of stone seemed to float before the hit could land. Everything in slow motion. No movement for how fast it was. And when time sped back up.. everything was cold and unforgiving. As if he was capable of shifting the environment without realizing it. Then. Then the hurt...

Darkness was an endless thing. It consumed all and devoured the hearts of the weak. And even people can become heartless. Beings of darkness that devour and make more of themselves.

One such person was not just Xehanort. But Magnus. His eyes were yellow. Dressed in fine clothes almost simular to the older man's. He looked over the old man with a deep smirk. He's felt his power before. Sensed it in the darkness. And such a thing was something he rarely felt. He could feel the darkness eminate off of him like a geyser. His smile grew.

"I've felt that darkness before. Controlling. Dominant. How addictively alluring~" the man hummed as he stepped through the darkness. Nothing from a portal but from the shadows themselves. Forming from what was once a flat shadow into a physical form. His nails were sharp. And tattooed on his chest much like Ansem. A heartless insignia that shown brightly in the cadle light.

"Its almost like a perfume.." he took a deep collective breath and exhaled slowly." Sickeningly sweet~"

At first, he didn't expect it.

But the shadows around him were haunting that evening, trying to nibble at him. Why? He was but a master of darkness; what was so .. foreboding? A shiver went up his spine. Something certainly didn't feel right. There. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shadows form into a being, and he shot out his arm to the right, and let his keyblade shimmer into existence.

Sharp, but aged embers raked across the heartless' form, and they eventually just stared at the symbol on the male's chest.

"A heartless..'' he muttered, eyes snapping up to the other's face finally. Much like my own - how intriguing.

''.. but of course. One has to remain strong in order to survive,'' he said smoothly, edges of a condescending air to his words though.

''It seems you were quite .. unfortunate. Or tell me, have you purposefully fallen?" He remained at a distance. His keyblade was gripped tightly, waiting for an opportunity. Just because he had his own heartless, didn't mean that he could trust another Heartless. The darkness was volatile, afterall.

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He became one with the darkness years ago. Who knows how many since its been long lost amidst the ocean of fear, hatred and anger that floods his mind on a daily basis. His teeth sharp and mutated from the years of corruption that coated his frame. His yellow hues narrowed as his dark hair swayed with the wind.

No. No such thing will remain within his presence. It radiated with darkness but also light. It annoyed him. Feeling its power so close to the point the hand that gripped onto Xehanort's arm retracted itself back into his shadow.

"Keyblades..disgusting tools for such a man..the light that resonates off of it makes me sick." He spat. Taking a cautious step back as he summoned a weapon into his hand. A hammer. Coated and pulsating with shadows and darkness as he bore his teeth. If he couldn't get him to let go of it. He'd gladly force him to. He weilded the weapon as if it were nothing. His fingers twirling it before he smashed its head into the ground sending a Shockwave of raw energy into the ground. His chest heaved with rage and anger. Instead of the calm calculating darkness. He was angry. Very angry. As if he lost something in his past life as a normal keyblade master. There was one thing he did lose. And that was his humanity.

"I'll rip that blade from your fingers when im done with you.."

Darkness was an endless thing. It consumed all and devoured the hearts of the weak. And even people can become heartless. Beings of darkness that devour and make more of themselves.

One such person was not just Xehanort. But Magnus. His eyes were yellow. Dressed in fine clothes almost simular to the older man's. He looked over the old man with a deep smirk. He's felt his power before. Sensed it in the darkness. And such a thing was something he rarely felt. He could feel the darkness eminate off of him like a geyser. His smile grew.

"I've felt that darkness before. Controlling. Dominant. How addictively alluring~" the man hummed as he stepped through the darkness. Nothing from a portal but from the shadows themselves. Forming from what was once a flat shadow into a physical form. His nails were sharp. And tattooed on his chest much like Ansem. A heartless insignia that shown brightly in the cadle light.

"Its almost like a perfume.." he took a deep collective breath and exhaled slowly." Sickeningly sweet~"

At first, he didn't expect it.

But the shadows around him were haunting that evening, trying to nibble at him. Why? He was but a master of darkness; what was so .. foreboding? A shiver went up his spine. Something certainly didn't feel right. There. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shadows form into a being, and he shot out his arm to the right, and let his keyblade shimmer into existence.

Sharp, but aged embers raked across the heartless' form, and they eventually just stared at the symbol on the male's chest.

"A heartless..'' he muttered, eyes snapping up to the other's face finally. Much like my own - how intriguing.

''.. but of course. One has to remain strong in order to survive,'' he said smoothly, edges of a condescending air to his words though.

''It seems you were quite .. unfortunate. Or tell me, have you purposefully fallen?" He remained at a distance. His keyblade was gripped tightly, waiting for an opportunity. Just because he had his own heartless, didn't mean that he could trust another Heartless. The darkness was volatile, afterall.

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"Let's just say. Hatred got tye better of me." The man spoke with such dark inhumane malice and hatred towards humanity. But yelt seemed to also hold respect for it. The choices people make. The way they choose what side they'd be on. Good or evil. There was no in-between about it. Unless you were one like Riku. The man rose a lip with a sharp smirk as he eyed the keyblade with contempt.

"Disgusting little weapon. Put that thing away." He demanded with a sharp flick of his tongue. Each word spoken like venom as he eyed the old man. Not being specific but purposely vague for the sake of his own business. To think the man was once a keyblade master himself. But such power made him hunger for more. Thus turning him into what he was. A monster. Or the heartless of one. Who knows where the Nobody was? Possibly long gone since the Heartless' 'birth'. The shadows seemed to dance with his emotions as he stepped closer to Xehanort. His height looming over him like a giant. Almost. As shadowed arms creped upfront Xehanort's own physical shadow. Latching onto his wrist that heald the weapon." Tell me..are you afraid of the darkness? Something so uncontrollable that it can devour everything it sees. Or are you truly strong enough to control it? Like me?" He asked.

"Or..sre you going to be the one whose under MY control?" He smirked darkly. The shadowhand's grip on Xehanort's wrist tightened. Urging him to let go of it.

Darkness was an endless thing. It consumed all and devoured the hearts of the weak. And even people can become heartless. Beings of darkness that devour and make more of themselves.

One such person was not just Xehanort. But Magnus. His eyes were yellow. Dressed in fine clothes almost simular to the older man's. He looked over the old man with a deep smirk. He's felt his power before. Sensed it in the darkness. And such a thing was something he rarely felt. He could feel the darkness eminate off of him like a geyser. His smile grew.

"I've felt that darkness before. Controlling. Dominant. How addictively alluring~" the man hummed as he stepped through the darkness. Nothing from a portal but from the shadows themselves. Forming from what was once a flat shadow into a physical form. His nails were sharp. And tattooed on his chest much like Ansem. A heartless insignia that shown brightly in the cadle light.

"Its almost like a perfume.." he took a deep collective breath and exhaled slowly." Sickeningly sweet~"

At first, he didn't expect it.

But the shadows around him were haunting that evening, trying to nibble at him. Why? He was but a master of darkness; what was so .. foreboding? A shiver went up his spine. Something certainly didn't feel right. There. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shadows form into a being, and he shot out his arm to the right, and let his keyblade shimmer into existence.

Sharp, but aged embers raked across the heartless' form, and they eventually just stared at the symbol on the male's chest.

"A heartless..'' he muttered, eyes snapping up to the other's face finally. Much like my own - how intriguing.

''.. but of course. One has to remain strong in order to survive,'' he said smoothly, edges of a condescending air to his words though.

''It seems you were quite .. unfortunate. Or tell me, have you purposefully fallen?" He remained at a distance. His keyblade was gripped tightly, waiting for an opportunity. Just because he had his own heartless, didn't mean that he could trust another Heartless. The darkness was volatile, afterall.

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'Mercs are such a treat to this world. Sexy as fuck and can kill you with a knife if they wanted to. I wonder if she'd stab me~'

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"You may be hotter but I'm the bigger slut!"