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moon-blessed-alchemist asked: “ are you insane?! run! “ || shining armor prompts

❝ away from a battle? i think you might be the insane one here. ❞ a jest, as childe's aware enough to realize he might be a bit too unhinged in his desire to fight. the average, self-preserving person runs from danger they deem far beyond their abilities to handle. he views it as a personal challenge. it's almost like it's all a game to him, but it's just... what he gains enjoyment from in life. he can't get stronger if he doesn't fight.

❝ if you run too far you might bump into a bigger, scarier monster, and then you'll have even more to deal with. just back me up, alright? ❞ 

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training turned tension starters

Or more specifically, “two characters who have been sparring or in combat training together and almost kiss at the end of their practice fight”. As requested ! Feel free to make any changes.

“Is that the best you can do?”

“I won’t go easy on you.” / “I’ll go easy on you.” / “Quit going easy on me.”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

“You need to do better if you want to meet your goal.”

“I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.”

“Is this necessary?”

“Try again.”

“You’re pissing me off.” / “If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.”

“Here, let me show you how.”

“Woah! [falls on top of __]” 

“Nice moves.”

“[pins __ to floor]” / “[pins __ to wall]”

“You’re…really close right now.”

“G–get off of me.”

“You’re heavy.” / “You’re crushing me.”

“Sorry–are you okay?”

“You’re really red right now.”

“…Do we always end up on top of each other?”

“Are you still panting?”

“I told you, it was an accident.”

“…Why don’t you just kiss me?”

“I’ll consider kissing you if you can beat me.”

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splattermemes​:

Sexual tension sentence starters

as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall

Angry

“Make me.”

“I dare you.”

“Bite me.”

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”

“Prove it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then.”

“Shut up!”

Flirty

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

“Wow, you’re really strong.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”

“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

“You have really nice fingers…”

“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”

“What do you wear to bed?”

Awkward

“Do you have to eat it like that?”

“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”

“Hey, stop biting your lip…”

“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”

“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”

“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”

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❝ but you're so adorable! like a little kitten! ❞ 

@fatuispolaris replied to your post: hug c:

"unhand me or you will lose both of your arms."

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How big is that foul legacy dick?

It's sinday! 💦 | Send my muse the dirtiest questions you can! / accepting

❝ i haven't measured, but from just eyeballing it i'd say it's about double the length and width of my regular willy. ❞ 

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💦 What that Foul Legacy form do bby?

( @filiasiderum the monsterfuckery is strong tonight indulge her )

It's sinday! 💦 | Send my muse the dirtiest questions you can! / accepting

❝ i'm glad you asked! well i primarily use it to fight, but i suppose it could be used for more risqué scenarios, though it is very large in every way... and i do mean every way. anyone on the receiving end would be a champ, that's for sure. probably wouldn't be able to walk for at least a week, either...  ❞ 

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Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. 

 And if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

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💦"Did you know that your voice, either in Common or Snezhnaya, gets me really wet? Or that when you touch me with your gloves on, it makes me want to ruin them in the naughtiest of ways?"

It's sinday! 💦 | Send my muse the dirtiest questions you can! / accepting

❝ i figured as much, but i'm always glad to hear it reiterated. so dirying my gloves and dirty talk? well.. does it even need to be dirty or could i simply be talking about fishing and you're leaking? that'd be cute... also a little concerning and funny. but i'd totally use that to my advantage, heh. ❞ 

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💦do you use 10-in-1 shampoo-body wash or are you normal?

It's sinday! 💦 | Send my muse the dirtiest questions you can! / accepting

❝ i use 13-in-1 like a real snezhnayan alpha male. ❞ 

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💦do you scrub your legs in the shower?

It's sinday! 💦 | Send my muse the dirtiest questions you can! / accepting

❝ i let the soapy water run down them. doesn't everybody? ❞ 

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💦when was the last time you washed your ass?

It's sinday! 💦 | Send my muse the dirtiest questions you can! / accepting

❝ ... what do you mean by that? ❞ 

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It's sinday! 💦 | Send my muse the dirtiest questions you can!

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wcyfarer asked: "Don't look at your phone, look at me." Aether took Ajax's phone from him, buzzing in his hand, a name he'd come to associate his wife with flashed on the screen. His finger slid to connect the call and before Ajax could confirm it to be rejected, Aether tossed it onto the bedside. On its face, muffled against strewn clothes.

Would he notice Aether's hips moving faster, more frantically as if he were chasing an orgasm? Would he realise it was all to hide the rise in his moans? How he whined and pulled Ajax up to hold him tightly, wrapping his arms around broad, freckled shoulders as he prayed upon his name.

Would he notice his wife could hear them making love? Did Ajax know Aether was a manipulative, petty bitch when Ajax turned his attention ( rightfully) to his wife?

Oh well.

aether liked to tease ajax, calling him an old man and what-not. he supposed in comparison he was older, but he certainly wasn't as old as aether liked to tease. he was in his 30s, for fuck's sake. not old. he could keep up, too, he swore, but sometimes aether was just insatiable.

the blonde tended to claim it was the sometimes long passages of time apart that spurred such desire in him, but ajax knew they'd never spent more than a few weeks apart. he always made sure to make time for aether between his work and family life. yet aether never was quite satisfied, always asking for more money, more time, more sex (surprisingly—wasn't ajax supposed to be the perverted old sex fiend between the two of them?)

granted, he wasn't complaining if he got to see more of aether kneeled on the floor, eagerly choking on his cock or aether bent over on any surface of their favorite hotel room imaginable, taking said cock like he was made for it. aether's absolute favorite, though, was to straddle ajax's waist and ride him. ajax couldn't lie, as he loved watching aether earnestly work himself up and down his cock at his desired pace, his own cock bouncing and leaking between them as all sorts of filthy moans and curses filled the air.

normally, they went on for hours without issue, but his wife had been texting a lot that evening. she'd been acting... odd. almost as if she were onto him, or suspicious at the very least. he'd assured her he was just going out to drink with some buddies, and that should've been that, but she kept texting him.

he was in the midst of typing out a reply when aether snatched his phone from his hands, tossing it off somewhere on the sheets. ajax couldn't bring himself to be to upset, as he'd much rather focus on fucking his gorgeous lover than squabble with his wife over text.

aether seemed to ride him harder after that, his moans pitched up louder, and he smirked a bit beside himself. he was jealous, wasn't he? childe insisted to him constantly that he preferred his company, and yet he still felt threatened that childe felt the need to reply to a simple text. it was... cute.

large hands rested on aether's slim waist, guiding him up and down along his cock as much as aether's hips did. it was carnal, really, the way he fucked into aether. he seemed to punch the breath out of both of them with every thrust. the bed beneath them creaked under the movement, though it was nothing compared to the noises exchanged between the two of them.

ajax, who normally liked to bite back any sounds in favor of hearing his partner's moans, seemed to lose any semblance of control over that and moaned himself, uttering out curses and dirty words that he'd never dare speak to his wife before. it was reserved for aether, all of it.

❝ it's real cute how jealous you get, ae. wouldn't be here if i didn't prefer you, ❞ he said, giving aether's shapely ass a measured spank. he grabbed on aether's long hair, giving it a tug harsh enough to pull his head to the side so his neck would be bared to him. ah, it seemed the last marks he left had faded. he'd have to change that. 

and of course, unknown to him, she'd heard it all. but even if he'd realized it, would he have cared?

at that point, definitely not.

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anemofavored asked: “Fuck off, this is private property!”

once again, childe got dumped by his boyfriend. it was all a part of their monthly fight and break-up, but it didn't sting any less than the first time. it tended to be over something he did, either as small as smiling at some pretty girl or leaving a comment and... okay, sometimes he did step way out of line, but still! scaramouche did too! it shouldn't have mattered because they loved each other, right?

right.

and while childe held this to be true, scaramouche blocked him on every platform possible, avoiding him like the plague in public. it seemed he was serious about cutting childe off. well well well, unluckily for him, childe was extremely dedicated and desperate. shameless, too, which is how he found himself posted on scaramouche's lawn, throwing pebbles at his window and blasting heartbreak music in an attempt to get scaramouche's attention... at 3 AM.

❝ no baby, hear me out, please? i'm sorry! i'm sorry i commented 'i know it's pink' on mona's picture. i won't do it again, i swear! please take me back, scarababy, i love you, ❞ he shouted out to him, sniffling and ugly crying. it was a pathetic image and display he put on, but again, he had no shame. it was kind of how he landed himself in this mess in the first place. 

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wcyfarer asked: Whispered amongst frequent customers, there was an unwritten rule. In that club, the staff were to be left untouched unless they chose to drag a customer they'd taken a liking to into a private room. Behind closed doors, it was a simple release of frustration. And the redhead with dull eyes turned heads. "Congratulations, sir! It seems like you're quite famous tonight. Do you want a private audience with any of the staff?" Aether slid a simple menu over to him, a list of names and faces. They may as well be a brothel. From the moment he waltzed in, half of the dancers, the bartenders and the servers wanted to drag him into a VIP room.

the seedy place he was invited to was meant to purely be for business. pantalone had assured him he'd find someone to his liking in his club, though ajax had doubted such a promise. this was a bit... below his standards, if he were completely honest. though he could spot plenty of other businessmen and others that held status littering the booths and halls, eager to get some action from any one of the employees.

it seemed ajax was one of the lucky ones, approached by a leggy blonde with a sultry smile and clothes that left little to the imagination. perhaps he'd half to take back that comment about the staff being below his standards—at the very least, this blond boy was exactly his type. he didn't even bother looking at the list offered to him, his gaze focused entirely on the man before him. he didn't hide the way it raked over his frame, hungry and curious.

❝ that list won't be necessary. i've already found who i'd like to have a more... private conversation with, ❞ he said, giving the blond a bit of a pointed smile. if he hadn't picked up on it before, then it had to be obvious then. it was hard for him to deny such a beauty. he wondered how such a gem could end up in a place like pantalone's club. granted, pantalone had money and pull, but still, someone with this blonde's looks should've had a better station in life bagged easily. 

❝ you are available, aren't you? ❞

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inyvat asked: “You know Ajax,” she purred sitting on the countertop in the kitchen she had crafted thanks to Tubby, gazing adoringly at her boyfriend through her lashes. “I can’t help but remember that first massage you did for me from time to time. I’d like to give you one as well. You work just as hard if not more so than I do. You deserve to have your girlfriend pamper you like this too. What do you say? Think you can handle it?” || unprompted asks / always accepting

childe was chopping away at some vegetables, preparing to make a nice warm soup for himself and lumine when her voice cut into his thoughts. he looked over at her, a bit surprised to see her seated on the counter. her tone indicated exactly what she was on about, though, and it didn't take long for him to lose his focus as he fixated on that... on the promise in her words and sultry voice.

her suggestion might have sounded innocent enough, but he remembered that massage clear as day. it was the first time they had sex—lumine's first time entirely, apparently. had he known, childe would've wanted to have made it more romantic rather than a spur of the moment interaction, but still, they both enjoyed it nonetheless, and such an instance gave rise to quite a steamy aspect of their relationship as neither could seem to keep their hands off of the other for too long.

childe hummed in acknowledgement once more, sliding the chopped up vegetables into the pot. he set it to a low boil and quickly washed his hands, turning his attention to her entirely. he places his hands on her thighs, pushing them up along it to toy with the hem of her needlessly long boots. deft fingers inch under it, to feel the warmth of her skin on his. he allows his gaze to rake over her body which is, unfortunately, still concealed by her dress.

❝ just a massage? ❞ he asked, an amused brow arching as he asked. his lips were curled into a smirk as he leaned in closer, careful not to touch yet, but still in her space. he knew she had to remember it, too. how could she not? 

❝ i appreciate the sentiment, sweetheart, but you know i like spoiling you a lot more than i like being spoiled. just let me indulge, and i'm a happy man, i promise. ❞