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KINKY / ROUGH  SMUT  PROMPTS

CW: VERY NSFW! contains potentially uncomfortable kinks like bondage, cum play, knife play, sensation play, etc. feel free to combine prompts & change pronouns/descriptors as needed. put under a read more for viewing safety, & it’s also rather lengthy as well. written from the perspective of the sender — ‘my muse’ = sender, ‘your muse’ = receiver. !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

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A Collection of My Favorite Nonverbal Prompts: ('my Muse' refers to the one who posted the meme, and 'your muse' refers to the sender)

Your muse raises  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse.

Your muse gestures  for  my  muse  to  sit  down.

Your muse taps  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention.

Your muse works  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair.

Your muse helps  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing.

Your muse and  my muse make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room.

Your muse straightens  an  article  of  my muse's  clothes.

Your muse  rolls  their  eyes  at  my muse.

Your muse  hovers  over  my muse’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task.

Your muse finds my muse somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be.

Your muse finds my muse drunk.

Your muse throws an item of  sentiment  bitterly  at  my muse.

Your muse gets caught  following  my muse.

Your muse pulls my muse out  of  harm’s  way.

Your muse buys my muse  a  drink  at  a  bar.

Your muse claps a  hand  over  my muse's mouth  to  silence  them.

Your muse gets caught  snooping  in  my muse's things.

Your muse throws something  aggressively  at  my muse.

Your muse yells  at  my muse to  put  their  hands  in  the  air.

Your muse watches mine while drinking their beverage.

Your muse “accidentally” briefly touches my muse. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

Your muse beckons my muse to follow yours somewhere.

Your muse and mine get assigned as partners for a mission.

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Silly little ask game

Send a ✉️ to receive a pen pal letter from Sidney when he was in prison!

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Besides Birta, his little baby kitten was the only source of daily interaction that he had. Something he could protect, a purely good thing that he had in his life. Sniffling and covering his eyes, hoping that he can compose himself and recover his image with his only proper friend. “I’m so sorry, that’s just embarrassing…” he apologizes, looking down at Pickles curled up in her hand.

“Thank you, I’ve been worried sick over her for the last hour. She’s just…she’s a lot to me.”

Something creeps around the store. Crawling over the shelves, tiny paws padding over the jars of various teas. Pickles even stares at her own reflection in the kettle, bumping her head against it a few times before moving around it. Until she realizes she can’t get down from the shelf. After crawling out from a crack in the wall, now she’s stuck on a shelf beside the stairs. She starts to scream.

Sidney keeps checking out the window, which is still bolted shut and the grate pulled over. Her little crib is empty, and now he’s checking loose floorboards in case she’s fallen through.

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Birta has noticed something crawling around recently. At first she thinks it's just her imagination, electing to ignore the almost unnoticeable bumping against the teacups — maybe someone's just making a bit of noise in the shop next door, Sidney's shop if she remembers correctly.

Then she hears the feeble screaming of something very small in the quiet of the almost empty shop and suddenly she's very sure it's not just her imagination as she rushes over to the shelf to see what's causing all the noise.

"Oh! Hello there, little one," she says softly to the little thing seemingly trapped on the shelf, carefully scooping her up. "Where'd you come from?"

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Sidney is almost in floods of tears, sniffling loudly as he forces himself to imagine where she might be. Lost out in the streets, shivering in the cold, slipping into a storm drain and gone forever. Squeezing her hand tightly as he sobs, gasping for air. Until she finally presents Pickles, fast asleep in the palm of her hand.

“My baby! God…where did you find her?” Clutching at her hand, quickly attempting to clean up his face with his shoulder.

Something creeps around the store. Crawling over the shelves, tiny paws padding over the jars of various teas. Pickles even stares at her own reflection in the kettle, bumping her head against it a few times before moving around it. Until she realizes she can’t get down from the shelf. After crawling out from a crack in the wall, now she’s stuck on a shelf beside the stairs. She starts to scream.

Sidney keeps checking out the window, which is still bolted shut and the grate pulled over. Her little crib is empty, and now he’s checking loose floorboards in case she’s fallen through.

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Birta has noticed something crawling around recently. At first she thinks it's just her imagination, electing to ignore the almost unnoticeable bumping against the teacups — maybe someone's just making a bit of noise in the shop next door, Sidney's shop if she remembers correctly.

Then she hears the feeble screaming of something very small in the quiet of the almost empty shop and suddenly she's very sure it's not just her imagination as she rushes over to the shelf to see what's causing all the noise.

"Oh! Hello there, little one," she says softly to the little thing seemingly trapped on the shelf, carefully scooping her up. "Where'd you come from?"

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Red faced and teary eyed, Sidney is on the cusp of another breakdown. Each breath ragged and wheezy, trying to explain what Pickles looks like with a game of charades led by a man being electrocuted with every movement. He lets himself be moved onto the chair, blubbering about Pickles and how he can’t find her.

“I don’t, god I don’t know where she went-“ he cries, doubling over on the chair and trying to stop himself from actually crying in front of her.

Something creeps around the store. Crawling over the shelves, tiny paws padding over the jars of various teas. Pickles even stares at her own reflection in the kettle, bumping her head against it a few times before moving around it. Until she realizes she can’t get down from the shelf. After crawling out from a crack in the wall, now she’s stuck on a shelf beside the stairs. She starts to scream.

Sidney keeps checking out the window, which is still bolted shut and the grate pulled over. Her little crib is empty, and now he’s checking loose floorboards in case she’s fallen through.

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Birta has noticed something crawling around recently. At first she thinks it's just her imagination, electing to ignore the almost unnoticeable bumping against the teacups — maybe someone's just making a bit of noise in the shop next door, Sidney's shop if she remembers correctly.

Then she hears the feeble screaming of something very small in the quiet of the almost empty shop and suddenly she's very sure it's not just her imagination as she rushes over to the shelf to see what's causing all the noise.

"Oh! Hello there, little one," she says softly to the little thing seemingly trapped on the shelf, carefully scooping her up. "Where'd you come from?"

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Completely contented to be carried around, Pickles keeps her paw on her carriers fingers until she’s lowered into her favourite sleeping spot. Cool enough to beat the heat that festered in the flats upstairs, with enough room to curl up in without anything else crawling in. One more scream as she’s lowered in, settling into the cup for a nice nap.

He can feel the grey hairs prickling through his scalp. Lifting up box after box, scattering treats over the floor, emptying laundry baskets over the bed to find her. Sidney keeps checking everywhere, running down into the shop and sifting through more boxes. Such a state he’s whipped into, he doesn’t realize he’s walking around in a terrible pair of shorts and a tshirt he hasn’t seen since high school. Over an hour since Pickles disappeared, he starts checking out the neighbouring shops.

Practically barreling through the door to Birtas shop, panting as he points to the street outside. “Pickle?”

Something creeps around the store. Crawling over the shelves, tiny paws padding over the jars of various teas. Pickles even stares at her own reflection in the kettle, bumping her head against it a few times before moving around it. Until she realizes she can’t get down from the shelf. After crawling out from a crack in the wall, now she’s stuck on a shelf beside the stairs. She starts to scream.

Sidney keeps checking out the window, which is still bolted shut and the grate pulled over. Her little crib is empty, and now he’s checking loose floorboards in case she’s fallen through.

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Birta has noticed something crawling around recently. At first she thinks it's just her imagination, electing to ignore the almost unnoticeable bumping against the teacups — maybe someone's just making a bit of noise in the shop next door, Sidney's shop if she remembers correctly.

Then she hears the feeble screaming of something very small in the quiet of the almost empty shop and suddenly she's very sure it's not just her imagination as she rushes over to the shelf to see what's causing all the noise.

"Oh! Hello there, little one," she says softly to the little thing seemingly trapped on the shelf, carefully scooping her up. "Where'd you come from?"

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Pickles had almost made a comfortable bed in a displayed teacup, bobbing her head around to find a landing spot from the shelf. Screaming continuously until she’s finally rescued, quickly curling up into Birtas hand. A tiny collar clinks around her neck, a little engraved tag that just states “Pickles”. Blinking up at her, placing a paw on her thumb.

Suddenly, she’s not bothered over being in the tea shop and lost. It’s not the first time she’s slipped in here and sniffed around, but she didn’t expect a shelf to trap her.

Something creeps around the store. Crawling over the shelves, tiny paws padding over the jars of various teas. Pickles even stares at her own reflection in the kettle, bumping her head against it a few times before moving around it. Until she realizes she can’t get down from the shelf. After crawling out from a crack in the wall, now she’s stuck on a shelf beside the stairs. She starts to scream.

Sidney keeps checking out the window, which is still bolted shut and the grate pulled over. Her little crib is empty, and now he’s checking loose floorboards in case she’s fallen through.

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Birta has noticed something crawling around recently. At first she thinks it's just her imagination, electing to ignore the almost unnoticeable bumping against the teacups — maybe someone's just making a bit of noise in the shop next door, Sidney's shop if she remembers correctly.

Then she hears the feeble screaming of something very small in the quiet of the almost empty shop and suddenly she's very sure it's not just her imagination as she rushes over to the shelf to see what's causing all the noise.

"Oh! Hello there, little one," she says softly to the little thing seemingly trapped on the shelf, carefully scooping her up. "Where'd you come from?"

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“I’ll see you soon. I’ll put Pickles to bed, save us the trouble of her getting all panicked. It’s her bedtime anyways.” Sidney can barely see the screen on his phone, squinting at the cracked corner of his phone as he tries to find a place to order from. Some generic diner where he can experience the beauty of greasy food that hasn’t been spat in.

Tucking Pickles into her crib, he works on making the flat look clean enough for visitors. Wiping down the counters, cleaning them off of the empty boxes that held his latest deliveries. Sidney leaves the latch unlocked on the front door, waiting for Dex.

Not long ago, he’d had a few meetings with a lawyer to try and sort out his ownership of the store. A very nice lawyer that had peaked his interest and had kept Sidney’s store and home out of third and fourth cousins ownership. And it’s late, their final meeting was nearly a month ago. With very little interaction with other people, he’s found himself like this. Finger hovering over the call button to Dex, double checking that his third contact in his phone isn’t his parole officer.

“Uh..hey? Mr. Blair? It’s Sidney, I was wondering if you were…if you wanted to go to out for a drink or something. Or maybe, you wanted to come around.”

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It's slow tonight. Then again, it's slow every night. Dex doesn't do many fun things at night nowadays, too busy with paperwork to go out and drink. Like now for example. He was currently working on a case regarding his latest client, who's being charged with stealing a penguin from an aquarium.

However, unlike most nights... this is it. This is all he has to do. And it's slow. He doesn't enjoy so much slow. He wants more.

When the phone rings, it's like whatever god might be out there heard his prayers.

He picks up, and is surprised to hear... Sidney? He hadn't heard from him for a while. Not since he helped him keep his shop. But it's not a bad surprise by any means.

"Hello, Sidney! Honestly a drink doesn't sound too bad right now. Gets me out from the desk."

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Wrapping his fingers around the bedsheets, Sidney lies on his stomach as he calls him. It would be nice to have him over, even if his plan didn’t fall into place like he wanted. There would at least be friendship. “Of course, I can order something if you want.” It’s been fun, when he’s started to find all this new food and delivery places. Nearly half a dozen are within walking distance, and he has to try to not constantly go over and find something to eat.

“You have my address right? And I can get the couch made up if you can’t drive back and all that.”

Not long ago, he’d had a few meetings with a lawyer to try and sort out his ownership of the store. A very nice lawyer that had peaked his interest and had kept Sidney’s store and home out of third and fourth cousins ownership. And it’s late, their final meeting was nearly a month ago. With very little interaction with other people, he’s found himself like this. Finger hovering over the call button to Dex, double checking that his third contact in his phone isn’t his parole officer.

“Uh..hey? Mr. Blair? It’s Sidney, I was wondering if you were…if you wanted to go to out for a drink or something. Or maybe, you wanted to come around.”

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It's slow tonight. Then again, it's slow every night. Dex doesn't do many fun things at night nowadays, too busy with paperwork to go out and drink. Like now for example. He was currently working on a case regarding his latest client, who's being charged with stealing a penguin from an aquarium.

However, unlike most nights... this is it. This is all he has to do. And it's slow. He doesn't enjoy so much slow. He wants more.

When the phone rings, it's like whatever god might be out there heard his prayers.

He picks up, and is surprised to hear... Sidney? He hadn't heard from him for a while. Not since he helped him keep his shop. But it's not a bad surprise by any means.

"Hello, Sidney! Honestly a drink doesn't sound too bad right now. Gets me out from the desk."

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“Yeah, that’d be nice. My uncle left a bunch of good alcohol here. I’m still a bit nervous about going out into public, especially a bar. You could always come over if you want, or..Y’know.” Sidney leans over his phone, scratching at his head as he tries to thinks of a decent reason to get Dex over. Maybe it would be a bit scummy to try and get him over like this.

“It’s been a bit lonely here, and I just missed talking to you.” There’s no forced socialization in his townhouse, just the few graces to the customers.

Not long ago, he’d had a few meetings with a lawyer to try and sort out his ownership of the store. A very nice lawyer that had peaked his interest and had kept Sidney’s store and home out of third and fourth cousins ownership. And it’s late, their final meeting was nearly a month ago. With very little interaction with other people, he’s found himself like this. Finger hovering over the call button to Dex, double checking that his third contact in his phone isn’t his parole officer.

“Uh..hey? Mr. Blair? It’s Sidney, I was wondering if you were…if you wanted to go to out for a drink or something. Or maybe, you wanted to come around.”

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It's slow tonight. Then again, it's slow every night. Dex doesn't do many fun things at night nowadays, too busy with paperwork to go out and drink. Like now for example. He was currently working on a case regarding his latest client, who's being charged with stealing a penguin from an aquarium.

However, unlike most nights... this is it. This is all he has to do. And it's slow. He doesn't enjoy so much slow. He wants more.

When the phone rings, it's like whatever god might be out there heard his prayers.

He picks up, and is surprised to hear... Sidney? He hadn't heard from him for a while. Not since he helped him keep his shop. But it's not a bad surprise by any means.

"Hello, Sidney! Honestly a drink doesn't sound too bad right now. Gets me out from the desk."

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🍄 What was your most memorable wet dream?

–Jim

“I was pinned down on a bed, someone’s hand on the back of my neck and keeping me in place. I didn’t know who it was behind me or anything. They were just fucking me so hard I think I was crying. Biting me too, really hard beside the scars on my neck. I need a cold shower.”

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What gets you in the mood the most? What's their biggest turn-on?

“God, I think it can be anything at this point. It’s just touching really, any touch. Had a guy spot me at the gym once and I had to hide in the showers.”

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Are you a sub, dom, or a switch? Do you prefer giving or receiving?

Sex still felt like a relatively new topic to deal with, his education in it never extended past a poorly done sex ed class in middle school and the dirty magazines his cell mate had. And the one night they’d shared. Sidney already quietly regrets letting people ask him so many questions about it.

“I suppose I’m more submissive? And I don’t mind giving or receiving, I think I wouldn’t mind giving if someone asked?”

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Sinday Memes for Naughty Headcanons

Fruit and Vegetable Edition

In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s! Reblog, do not repost or add

🍎 What gets you in the mood the most? What's their biggest turn-on?

🍌 Did your muse ever get a sex related injury? If so, what happened?

🍑 Foreplay, or straight to business? What do you like to do for foreplay?

🍆 Do you masturbate? If so, how often?

🌶 Are you a sub, dom, or a switch? Do you prefer giving or receiving?

🍋 What is the most sensitive part you enjoy getting touched/played with? Do you have any no-go zones?

🍓 Are you a virgin? If not, when and how did you lose their virginity?

🥕 Have you ever had a threesome/orgy/multiple partners at once? If not, would you like to?

🍇 Oral, Anal or Vaginal? Which one/s do you enjoy most?

🍊 Do you own any toys? Have you used any? What is your favorite?

🍉 Name between 3-5 of your top kinks.

🍍 What is your sexual orientation? What is your romantic orientation?

🍒 Do you have an aftercare routine? What does it look like?

🧅 What is something you always wanted to try sexually but never got to?

🍄 What was your most memorable wet dream?

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“Thanks.” Holding the cup in both of his hands, he gingerly navigates around the cluster of chairs so he can sit down. Bumping into almost all tables and chairs around him before squeezing down into the chair. Chairs with backs on them was another thing to get used to. Sidney smiles at the man, trying to drink his coffee.

Sugar was gonna be a problem. Overwhelming his tongue but tasting better than anything else. He stares down at the table, tapping the rim of the mug

Today was... Actually a calm day. Clay hadn't assigned much work these past few days, merely to lighten the load on himself, as well as the kids. And without the stress of having to grade a mountain of work it was easier for him to... Live, basically.

Like right now, instead of worrying about how to grade papers, he's spending time in a cafe. A (very over caffeinated) coffee with him, a book, and his thoughts. It definitely helped that the spirit count wasn't deafening.

It was a nice day... suspiciously nice.

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Sidney couldn’t decide whether or not he liked being alone. If the isolation was better than the familiar and comforting sense of people around him. But then it was too busy, a small confined space with nearly half a dozen people. But he had to suck it up if he was ever going to step outside of the flat again. So far, he’s ventured out to the little row of shops around his. It was finally time to cross the street.

Too many people. A thousand times over. He barely gets through the line to order, holding the cup of coffee and staring at the crowded tables. Sidney stands awkwardly near Clays table, coughing before he asks. “Could I sit here?”

Around him are quite a few spirits. Well dressed men, guards, and men in prison uniforms.

Today was... Actually a calm day. Clay hadn't assigned much work these past few days, merely to lighten the load on himself, as well as the kids. And without the stress of having to grade a mountain of work it was easier for him to... Live, basically.

Like right now, instead of worrying about how to grade papers, he's spending time in a cafe. A (very over caffeinated) coffee with him, a book, and his thoughts. It definitely helped that the spirit count wasn't deafening.

It was a nice day... suspiciously nice.