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“You ever just wake up from a coma and go ‘Damn I want a coffee...’?”

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Mind Fucked.

That’s the only world that could possibly express the absolutely drenching sensation that’s begun to cloud his mind and for a good moment a slither of concern edges in only to be so violently jerked away and torn apart at the noises the other produces. he keeps him from even remotely moving away, keeping him pinned in his iron grasp. He will not let this marvelous man turn away from what’s almost nearing the halfway mark, instead slowly moving his hand once more with a faint speed placed in as he let’s out a low rugged breath, hot air washing over the mark’s he’s left upon Squall’s very flesh.

Abner’s only thoughts are what other noises he can get, instead slowly moving forward as he continues, using the simple hand job to keep the other distracted, shoulders tensing as he reminds himself to be careful. For a moment he nearly messes up but just as soon as he feels the other’s cock practically pulsating he digs right in, a shocked gasp escaping him. Fuck, it’s warm, it’s tight and he’s practically in twenty nine pools into a beast driven sex drive. Instead he manages to let the other ease into it, holding off that drive even despite the fact he can feel his features ever slightly shift. Canines lengthen and previously normal teeth might as well become small daggers. He begins with  drawing that god precious whine out of the other’s throat again, slowly moving his own pulsating cock in and out in a painfully slow manner, slowly pulling out as much as he can without slipping out and then slowly placing himself back in, each tantalizing second makes the beast rattle it’s cage and roar, scratching the bars and wanting to simply make the other worse than a bitch in heat. He continues, his own frame practically trembling with want but he denies himself and Squall it.

He continues, each bitter second as his hands crack with the shifting, more like claws that grip into the edges of Squall’s shoulders, faintly scratching it as he might as well speak with a calm quiet roar. It’s not an ask, a demand thrown out if Squall wants anything else. 

“Beg~” 

Instead he continues this almost torturous slow process until his demands are meet. The flooding rush that comes take’s any sense with it, takes the bottle, smashes it and the plastered mind snaps the lever and that beast rushes forward, digging claws into it’s prey and firmly planting itself within it.

Canine like teeth, they pinch across the other’s flesh, the desk creaks and groans as his nails dig into it, leaving deep rugged scratches before he hooks his grip in and begins with the slow yet deep plunges, it isn’t moans that escape him, it’s a beastial growl that echoes with the tone of hunger. Instead slowly becoming more frenzied, for a moment his faint mind wonders if the desk can handle such rough treatment. The other now rising makes a low husky chuckle escape him as he in the spur of the moment. 

“Goddamn~ your fucking amazing~.”

More.

More.

His mind chants, driving the force that is his centuries awaited sex drive and Squall’s the prey of this predator. Mind becoming muddled, only faint coherent thoughts fly in and out as instead he divulges into a quick pace, caring not for how deep he goes in.

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Squall is breathtaking, absolutely marvelous and the match might as well be lit and taking not only his coherent mind but his voice with it as all that comes out is a low growly purr of content as seeing the other undress, truly his own instead he lets his warm breath wash over the other’s bare chest, he can feel the tension through his frame as he eagerly rids the other of those pants, the fabric practically whines from Abner’s iron grasp, not finding it’s way along the new sections of flesh he can grasp. Instead shifting his hands ever slowly to run up along the sides of the other, ghost like touches before they become rough, teeth pinching against any flesh he can get at.

Shoulders rolled forward and back arched, muscles visibly tensing as he secures his grip amongst the male’s thighs, a low growl as he then slowly takes off his gloves with his teeth, only even more appealing to the eyes as he then finally rids the other of any remaining clothing, his own is swiftly pushed down, kicking his own remaining clothes to the side for now as he doesn’t hesitate with the warm air practically fueling the drive, presses his entire inner  sanctum against the other, grinding in a slow yet reminding manner as he slowly grips the other, nails ever slightly dragging across Squall’s thigh. Quick to silence any noises as he growls.

“Not yet, not yet. I’ll bite your tongue if you dare~ I’m not even at the best part.”

Slowly he brings his hand to grip the base of the other’s cock, battle hardened hands gingerly begin with a more teasingly slow manner. Slowly bringing one of his hands up, he gently parts the other’s mouth with his finger, taking an eager kiss in that moment that turns into a hot messy making out session, finally pulling away as the mist quells, circles around him as he can feel his blood pulsating down below.  A thin trail of saliva breaks once contact is far enough, dragging his tongue across his own lips as if savoring the faint traces still left before gazing downwards, golden eyes with a honey amber tint slowly clouding in, dilated slits ever slightly widen with intent. Instead he slowly lowers himself forward, growling into the other’s ear. His voice has dropped in one or two octaves, dripped with a honey tone that feels like the luring tone of some sexual drive that’s finally exposing itself.

“Don’t give in just yet, we’ve only begun this private show~”

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The low breathy chuckle rips free from his lips with a vengeance, instead slowly rocking his hips ever slightly forward in time to the other’s, creating that perfect sensation burning high that pumps through his veins, quick to shed his own jacket as he growls low, even now his mind feels so low that it’s almost toxic to his instincts, driving them and raking them out of their carefully crafted chains and each little prick he can feel the snaps. Instead he shifts one arm, firmly gripping the other’s thigh, for a moment he’s worried he’s about to tear the fabric until he manages to rid the other of that belt that denies him of so much. 

Instead he debates for a moment, grunting as he rids himself of his own shirt, caring not for the jagged scars on display for the other to see, cares not how the dark red scatters across his shoulders in the speckled frame of scales, slowly running down along the ridge of his spine as he pushes himself forward, locking contact with the other as for a moment he has to bite down on the other’s neck, right in the still partially sore area and his nails dig into the fabric of the other’s shirt, his own toned yet lean frame is riddled with scars that put the other to shame, yet his muscles are impressive, despite the faint abnormalities. Pupils dilating into a fine slit as he pulls away, sharp canines momentarily are run over by his own tongue, in a tantalizing teasing manner.

“Undress~ Before we’ll be picking up the tattered fabric~” 

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The response takes a bit if mirth from him, escapes his lips into the air making it known as his hands trace down those tantalizing thighs before he shifts his frame ever slightly, raising one hand and placing it on the back of the other’s head, gently running his fingers through fuzzy brown locks despite their more spiky appearance as he then doesn’t hesitate to seal the air and words of the other with a firm kiss. Goodness his mind short circuts for a moment, fizzles and pops and feels like it flickers out. Half lidded eyes remain open just in the shameless act of wanting nothing more thannto see how the other reacts to being so suddenly kissed, with a fiery passion behind it as he shifts his frame forward.

He cares not for the subtle grind of his hips against the others, a low possessive growl mixed in as he ever gently bites the bottom of Squall’s lip, a gentle tease before his free hand finally gets that jacket out of the way and slips underneath the other’s shirt, tracing over each bit of flesh he can reach as he finally parts, just as his lungs demand oxygen, flushed in the face and for a moment he feels like he’s above the clouds and might as well be light as a feather before he surges forward with that rekindled fire and goddamn is the ignition key turned in.

“Don’t protest later then~ Your the one who enticed this~”

Breathless. Utterly breathless is how Abner’s actions render him after stealing a passionate kiss. Head spinning from the sudden lack of coherency and oxygen, Squall hardly protests as his jacket’s removed and flops against the desk underneath him with a careless thud. More important things are at hand, like the feel of battle-worn hands sliding over his skin. Running cooler than most, the stark contrast between him and Abner is startling and it feels so good.

Eyes having fluttered shut when being kissed, he misses the way that sharp gaze doesn’t leave him. He can feel it though, in the way digits ghost over soft skin covering lithe muscles, kept cleanly in shape by rigorous spars. He guesses this is just another way to get the blood pumping, if his rapidly beating heart is any judgement.

“Shut up,” he mutters without any real fire, relishing in the way the solid body rocks against his own. Denim pants are gratifyingly less restrictive than his common leather but even they are beginning to bother him. “Too much in the way—lose it.”

To convey his thoughts properly, both his hands set lightly on Abner’s hips where he starts toying deliberately with the other’s waistband. “C’mon,” he entices with a teasing roll of his hips against Abner’s.

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The response takes a bit if mirth from him, escapes his lips into the air making it known as his hands trace down those tantalizing thighs before he shifts his frame ever slightly, raising one hand and placing it on the back of the other's head, gently running his fingers through fuzzy brown locks despite their more spiky appearance as he then doesn't hesitate to seal the air and words of the other with a firm kiss. Goodness his mind short circuts for a moment, fizzles and pops and feels like it flickers out. Half lidded eyes remain open just in the shameless act of wanting nothing more thannto see how the other reacts to being so suddenly kissed, with a fiery passion behind it as he shifts his frame forward.

He cares not for the subtle grind of his hips against the others, a low possessive growl mixed in as he ever gently bites the bottom of Squall's lip, a gentle tease before his free hand finally gets that jacket out of the way and slips underneath the other's shirt, tracing over each bit of flesh he can reach as he finally parts, just as his lungs demand oxygen, flushed in the face and for a moment he feels like he's above the clouds and might as well be light as a feather before he surges forward with that rekindled fire and goddamn is the ignition key turned in.

"Don't protest later then~ Your the one who enticed this~"

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The amount of upcoming adrenaline that courses through his frame is nothing but a swelling molten pit that's crawling through his veins, reaching the point of that cocktail, lights it and ignites all drives go. The cloth practically ignites and the goddamn roof may as well be exploding with white as a guttural growl bellows in his throat and he breaths in slowly to try and calm the raging fire, instead giving it fuel.

Glistening golden eyes lock onto those goddamn heaven forbid marvelous grayish blue hues that might as well be the one thing he wants to see at all right now and for a moment the tingling rupture down his spine fuels into his arms and he's absolutely lifted the other, the now mostly clear desk a perfect spot as his nails gently drag over the other's arms, securing him in place even more as he slowly preforms a few almost butterfly like kisses to the other's flesh, tracing down his neck before sharp teeth sink in.

He knows just the right nerves to hit, the right ones that wouldn't cause pain but instead something much more worth the anticipation thats been bubbling beneath flesh and finally egniting in the room like a rocket going off. The wild inferno coursing through his mind as he breathlessly whispers into the other brunettes ear.

"Squall Leonhart, Tell me~ How much do you desire this~"

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The amount of upcoming adrenaline that courses through his frame is nothing but a swelling molten pit that's crawling through his veins, reaching the point of that cocktail, lights it and ignites all drives go. The cloth practically ignites and the goddamn roof may as well be exploding with white as a guttural growl bellows in his throat and he breaths in slowly to try and calm the raging fire, instead giving it fuel.

Glistening golden eyes lock onto those goddamn heaven forbid marvelous grayish blue hues that might as well be the one thing he wants to see at all right now and for a moment the tingling rupture down his spine fuels into his arms and he's absolutely lifted the other, the now mostly clear desk a perfect spot as his nails gently drag over the other's arms, securing him in place even more as he slowly preforms a few almost butterfly like kisses to the other's flesh, tracing down his neck before sharp teeth sink in.

He knows just the right nerves to hit, the right ones that wouldn't cause pain but instead something much more worth the anticipation thats been bubbling beneath flesh and finally egniting in the room like a rocket going off. The wild inferno coursing through his mind as he breathlessly whispers into the other brunettes ear.

"Squall Leonhart, Tell me~ How much do you desire this~"

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For Abner… the decision was tough. So much has happened in such a short time, Squall feels conflicted. In the end, he goes for Marigolds (pain, grief), Borages (courage) and Red Tulips (love, passion). Uncertain on how to present them, he ties them with a simple ribbon around them stems and, upon finding the one they are for, offers it out to him with a reticent smile. “Here.”

Attention currently taken away from the weird note he’s received at the moment asking for his assistance in the lab, he wanted to ask Squall why he had been given this but instead he finds his attention taken away by the man of the hour gifting him with the sweetest goddamn bundle of flowers he’s seen in who the fuck knows how long. 

His attention is inadvertently taken up by the bundle of flowers, hesitant for a moment if he should take them or? Instead he puts the flaming cocktail that is a burning cloth away in the deepest pit of his mind and reaches out, taking the sweet smelling bundle that might as well be a mixed sunshine of holy water and lavender to his anxious mind, the tidal wave is met by a huge heatwave that stops it and settles it to a mild river as he exhales heavily, letting the scent wash over him.

His little peace of solace. 

Gifted by someone of magnificence.

“...Thanks, really thanks.”

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SENTENCE STARTERS. Flirty/Suggestive/NSFW Edition.

Feel free to add your own.

“You’re really hot.”

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

“You know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

“Hot damn.”

“So, you come here often?”

“Well, well. My night just got better.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“You have got a great ass.”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“You enjoying the view over there?”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“Don’t be bashful. You know you want to.”

“You can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

“You wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

“I’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

“It’s been a long day. Why don’t we help each other unwind?”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I wanna see you get naked.”

“You like how I bend over for you, huh?”

“You’re getting me all worked up.”

“What do we have here?”

"I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“Play your cards right, and I just might have to put you on speed dial.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“How do you want me?”

“I’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

“I want you. Right here. Right now.”

“God, you’re perfect.”

“I really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

“You wanna help me out of this ___?” (Insert article clothing here.)

“Can I keep you?”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Oh my, looks like I/you dropped something.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

“It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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@azure-steel X

Piercing golden eyes gaze forward into those iridescent tealish blue that might as well challenge the shimmering pools of a natural spring or such from his mental recollection. His frame may seem more femanine compared to the fit frame of the ex-soldier but his lingering tension suggests otherwise in the power scale.

Two blades hang by his waists, sheathed and hidden away akin to their nature, Katana's it seems. Armor of an old century is around his waist and with the dents and scratches to make it known he's been in his fair share of shuffles. Brown locks defiantly glisten in the faint lights of the area as he arches a brow.

"Well, It be hard not to. I don't see anyone else here with an impressive sword or the strength and skill to back it up."

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The best trope in the world is when a character realizes that they’re in love with another character and instead of being bashful or cute about it their internal monologue is just “NO. GOD. FUCK. WHY”

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BOLD any fears which apply to your muse. Italicize what makes them uncomfortable. [ergo, bold italic will be his worst fears)

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

Tagged by: @onepartbrave​ [ thank you! ]

Tagging: whoever wants to do this go for it

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𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝒹, 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓁𝒹, 𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 

                         𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁.

                                                  𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒻𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔.

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“Has anyone seen my shirt? I could have sword I left it hanging on the rack...”

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“Running? as long as I have his corpse you won’t do shit.” He shakes the limp frame of Abner, it can almost be imagined the shit eating grin the masked leader must be wearing as he gives a cackle. “Truly you think you scare me, not even your pathetic soldier cou-”

“Calm down, I’m not dead.”

A lingering silence slowly comes over, as the masked leader’s head turns ever slightly, for a moment throwing away anonymous and taking off the mask. A bewildered expression amongst the man’s face as the raven haired scarred male glances. Instead lifting the limp frame of Abner higher as he grunts, glancing around at the still masked helpers. 

“Which one of you is fucking around-”

A sputter of blood, for a moment a tension runs through the air before Abner’s head moves with a mighty crack, eyes flying open and glowing faintly as his mouth opens, rows of razor sharp teeth and his body moves. Mouth clamping shut and tearing flesh as the leader screams in agony, releasing the once dead man who falls onto his knees, spitting out what he’d just bitten off.

A few of the lights in the room explode, screeches tearing out that are silenced with the brutal sounds of blood splattering and bones cracking, Abner slowly gazing around as he lets out a breath, a dark mist escaping his mouth and for a moment seems to live, shooting out towards the darkness and vanishing from the camera lens. A low grunt as Abner slowly attempts to rise to his feet, only then crumbling as he sighs heavily.

“Idiots. Truly commander are all your enemies this idiotic?”

It’s a faint cough, despite his show it’s still clear that despite somehow coming back from death’s cold grip. Abner is very much alive, the damn sarcastic killing machine of a man is however still injured, laying there in sight before he rolls over to gaze at the camera, raising a single arched brow as blood mars his face, his frame as around his neck has turned and ugly greyish black, unnatural.

“Now....if i’m done being a very bloody show pony. I’d like that pick up now.”

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The only outward expression that Squall hasn’t frozen on the screen is a narrowing of attentive eyes when further harm comes to his charge and more nonsense claims of him ‘paying attention’. It isn’t possible for him to do more with the useless piece of technology granted to watch on in silent horror. Honestly surprised the device is yet to gain the slightest bit of static—implies they’re close or bouncing the signal from a power satellite. Only Esthar has that technology—a thinning of his lips indicates how short his patience fuse is.

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[lxghtndxrkness]

The best trope in the world is when a character realizes that they’re in love with another character and instead of being bashful or cute about it their internal monologue is just “NO. GOD. FUCK. WHY”