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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .    Set  the  stage  for  lingering  touches,  stolen  glances,  and  words  laced  with  double  meaning.   ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  tension,  teasing  &  unspoken  desire.

✧     ›    HEAT   &   TEASING   .

My  muse  runs  their  fingers  along  your  muse’s  wrist  absentmindedly,  tracing  slow,  lazy  circles.

My  muse  leans  in,  their  breath  warm  against  your  muse’s  skin  as  they  whisper,  “You’re  enjoying  this,  aren’t  you?”

My  muse  grabs  your  muse’s  waist  to  steady  them,  but  doesn’t  move  away  immediately.

My  muse  catches  your  muse  staring  and  smirks,  tilting  their  head.  “See  something  you  like?”

My  muse  playfully  tugs  your  muse’s  necklace/tie/collar,  pulling  them  just  a  little  closer.

My  muse  brushes  their  lips  against  your  muse’s  ear  as  they  murmur  something  just  for  them.

My  muse  traps  your  muse  against  a  wall,  eyes  dark  with  something  unreadable.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  game,  but  the  stakes  are…  interesting..

✧     ›    FORBIDDEN  ROMANCE   .

My  muse  stops  your  muse  in  a  dark  hallway,  their  voice  barely  above  a  whisper.  “If  anyone  sees  us—”

My  muse  shoves  your  muse  against  a  wall,  breathing  heavily.  “Tell  me  to  stop,  and  I  will.”

My  muse  lingers  at  your  muse’s  door,  knowing  they  shouldn’t  be  here.  “One  last  time.  That’s  all.”

My  muse  runs  a  hand  down  your  muse’s  arm  before  pulling  away.  “We  can’t  keep  doing  this…  but  I  don’t  want  to  stop.”

My  muse  is  forced  to  work  with  your  muse,  pretending  there’s  nothing  between  them.

My  muse  warns  your  muse  to  stay  away,  but  the  way  they  look  at  them  says  otherwise.

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  in  the  shadows,  knowing  full  well  what  it  would  cost  them  if  they  were  caught.

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(Achim) His arm is given a hug at fluffy lightning speed and two small punnets of strawberries left on the table before him. A fuzzy ninja she's gone before he can get a word out, a faster prey than even the fiercest predator's eyes.

"What the--" he doesn't really get to fully react in either way, because by the time he's acknowledged that Panda was there, she was already sneaking off. Achim stared off after her, eyes wide and head tilting to a side, like a confused puppy, taking notice of how ldd that was.

Then he noticed the fruit. Wait, was this all about making him eat more fresh stuff? A light grimace tugs at his features, but it qyicklt fades once he actually tries one of them. Huh, sweet and juicy, not bad at all. Not really meant to satisfy his full hunger but works as a snack, especially in this heat.

Again, the wolf looked out in the general direction Panda went off. Next time he sees her he's definitely gonna make it up to her.

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I was going to write more today but i got caught with ooc stuff that got me feeling fluffy and warm on the inside... but that also means its already pretty late and nowadays sleep is extremely important to me.

So it's gonna be a tomorrow sort of deal, hopefully. Also taking a chance to apologize again for any typos and not being able trim posts. Shaky hands and a phone screen is a bad combo.

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Looks at you in stern step-mom vibes.

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ugh fine 🫱(‿¤‿)🫲

"WHAT THE F-- DON'T FUCKIN' DO THAT!"

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Achim has appeared!

...dafaq is woohoo?!

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On a different note, if anyone has nsfw questions for Achim, he'll prob never answer them IC, so your only chance to find out more is OOC asks :D

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Dumb luck is when you're actually the one with the least experience in bed who legit gets almost no action whatsoever but people pick on the werewolf in his sexual prime that he doesn't get any.

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Ah, what? should have known you wouldn’t play ball. gotta be able to get some to know what you like, i get it.

Achim stopped bringing the water bottle to his lips halfway when he hears their voice. And for a brief moment he seemed surprised before realizing; oh, they're talking to him. Immediately the young wolf scoffed in amusement, yellow eyes rolling slowly as he resumed taking his drink. With his thirst so strong he threw his head all the way back as he took big, greedy gulps, a thin trail of water glistening lightly as it ran down his chin and unto his neck and collar bones. Once full, satisfaction settled with a breathy sigh, pierced tongue running wet across his lips while he wiped away his chin with the back of his hand. Then he leaned back unto his seat, one arm hiking his elbow on the backrest of his chair while his other hand fell between his spread legs, water bottle still in its grasp, while his thumb idly stroked the ridged of the cap. It's slow and deliberate. The confidence in his yellow lidded eyes speaks of no offense taken.

"I have just three words for you about my sex life, bud," he said, tone mirroring self-assurance and maybe a little bit of amusement. His free hand rose to eye level as he shifted lightly in his seat.

"Epic..." thumb went up, then back down. "...and..." index went up, then back down. "...private," middle finder went up. And stayed up long enough to send the message while Achim smirked.

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You guys have any favorite positions?

"On top. I prefer to have a view," Adrianna answered with little hessitation, as if asked to tell the time.

Marcus rubbed his thumb and index finger over his eyebrows while sighing with a bit of a rumble in the back of his throat. "...from behind, while lying down." A curt and short answer spoken in a low and subtle tone. He will not ellaborate any further.

"Oh dear, such a very, very direct approach~" a light giggle trailed after his words. "I have none. Rather whatever my partner desires, i am happy to deliver, no matter the complexity~" he answered factually, with an even tone and a light smile on his lips.

"....yeah, i ain't discussin' that," subject closed, Achim will not entertain, unfortunately.

"Position for what?" Spazzy as she is, Terry has no idea what the discussion is about

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"We're in the woods?!" She squeaked in disbelief. "I thought it was a hella huge park! No wonder ya got freaked out i was in your house!" She slowly turned to look around and, yup; a lot of trees, a lot of shrubbery, a lot of woodsy stuff going around. For which she was incredibly weak equipped, by the way, in her old converse sneakers, baggy jeans and crop top. At times like this she really, really hated her life for throwing her out in the wild like that. Literally.

"Yeah, welp--- even if ya didn't believe me, it didn't mean i was lyin' to ya..." she spoke her tone slightly lower, while still looking around a bit worried. "Can you do that, please? I--- just need to figure out a bus stop or a main road or somethin' like that and i should be fine, i guess," because what's the worst that can happen, really? She could die? Heh, hilarious.

Like a record scratch, she falls into stillness, mouth still agape with the remins of her enthusiastic grin and hands holding the magazine extended towards him.

He... doesn't own a pen.

"...oh. Uhm, I, uh--" there's the slightest motion to reach into her messenger bag, but she quickly remembers she doesn't have any writing ustensils either. There's only random shit in there, like a pack of gum, her dead battery phone, some gummy bears, a lip balm, an expired bus pass. And nothing ti write with.

Immediately her expression turns worried, then embarrassed and them downright guilty. "R-right, you--- i mean of course, why would you-- own a pen..." her tone flatters down, her giggles more nervous and uneven. "I guess i--- i kinda botheted you for nothing then. I-I'm sorry for that. I'm gonna--- i guess i'm gonna bs on my way then." Slowly she shuffled the magazine back in her bag and then turned to look around.

Then she brutally got reminded of the biggest distadvantage of her "condition".

"...uhm, sorry but--- where are we here?"

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Subtly looks through where she keeps her jewelry, brows furrowed as if trying to figure out something. Each item is taken out, inspected, then put back in its place. She doesn't really wear rings though... this might be a tad complicated to figure out.

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Like a record scratch, she falls into stillness, mouth still agape with the remins of her enthusiastic grin and hands holding the magazine extended towards him.

He... doesn't own a pen.

"...oh. Uhm, I, uh--" there's the slightest motion to reach into her messenger bag, but she quickly remembers she doesn't have any writing ustensils either. There's only random shit in there, like a pack of gum, her dead battery phone, some gummy bears, a lip balm, an expired bus pass. And nothing ti write with.

Immediately her expression turns worried, then embarrassed and them downright guilty. "R-right, you--- i mean of course, why would you-- own a pen..." her tone flatters down, her giggles more nervous and uneven. "I guess i--- i kinda botheted you for nothing then. I-I'm sorry for that. I'm gonna--- i guess i'm gonna bs on my way then." Slowly she shuffled the magazine back in her bag and then turned to look around.

Then she brutally got reminded of the biggest distadvantage of her "condition".

"...uhm, sorry but--- where are we here?"

Though he can't see it, Terry was absolutely beaming when te door opened. We're talking bright ass smile and even a little rocking back and forth on her tippy toes. She was given a shot at redemption and boy, didn't it make her feel hopeful!

The tone of his question doesn't offend hrr one bit. If anything she squeaked excitely in return, while she dstarted rummaging through her messenger bag. Out comes the magazine from before. It's old and crumpled and she's handling it with as much care as she can in her current state.

"Ok, so! I got this issue of 'Vanity' from two years ago an-and--- i was wondering, can i get your autograph?" ...he's blind, you utter dumbass her, inner self screams so immediately she goes into more explinations.

"I-i know, it's weird as heck but--- i've never seen a blind person editorial before! A-and the pages on your article are also thicker and with braile? A-and also! Parts of the writtin are darkened or blurry, kinda to simulate different kinds of blindness!" She's gettingmore and more excited. "I'm not that much into fashion but--- this is really neat and artsy and i liked it a lot. And... i kinda wanted to meet you and tell ya all that."

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She was so unblievably delightful she set off so many alarms within the young wolf, who kept staring at her with wide, suspicious eyes.

"...we must be the same kinda magnet then," he mumbled, channeling whatever limited amount of formal education he had to come up with that reply. "I'd probably be down if i wasn't gettin' the feelin' that ya're after somethin' from me," Achim knew he wasn't that special to have women this exceptionally attractive just asking him to hang out. Something was fishy there.

"...mind clearin' the air first? Do ya have any kind of end game here?"

"Don't worry, i ain't even blinkin'--- lasses like ya shouldn't ever be outta sight, if the poor guy knows what's good for himself," he nods, knowingly, lips pursing and thick brows arching. And true to word, he's barely even blinking.

"...good t'see ya're in a better mood today, tho."

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He turned away, shoulders slumping as he sighed. "The carpentin' gig i got roped into just wrapped up. But i was out in the sun helpin' install the roof and got a bit of heatstroke, i think? ...and i also had two matches in the ring one after the other in the evenings so... got a bit tired," he mumbled while leaning against the back alley wall. One hand went to rub hus eyes while the other tapped the ash off his cig.

"Sorry ya had to find out like this, ol' man. If it means anythin' it's not an every day thing." In he goes to take another slow drag.

Stands there, cigarette in hand, slowly exhaling the smoke after holding it in far longer than he should.

"...it's been a long week, ok?"

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Got her driver's licence. Tine to fire her chauffeur~

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What body part are you?

Tongue

A tricky part. Seemingly built for one purpose, but capable of so much more. It’s not just pure lust or gluttonous intentions that define the tongue, but joyous laughter that rolls off, catching a snowflake, talking so fast you can barely keep up. Sometimes you can get carried away, lost to the flavours and sensations of new, always itching to try more, and sometimes you forget when to hold yourself back and restrain your eagerness. The tongue is passion, of every good and negative connotation implicit in that, exemplified. Chase it, lose yourself to the sensations and wallow in it until everything else can fade away to nothing. It’s the one luxury you can allow for yourself, after all that you’ve endured. Stop biting down, be free.

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