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His thighs tense, pleasure searing up his spine as Danny ruts into him. Harder, harder. A touch overstimulated, nipples hard with bite mark bruises littering his chest and shoulders. Langdon feels as if he’s coming apart at the seams, stretched full of Danny’s cock, rough fingers stuffed into his mouth. Each sound between them filthy, wet, slicked with Danny’s cum. “—yours,” a muffled whine of a sound from around fingers. Lips flushed pink from rough kisses and calloused digits. Every sound fucked out of Frank a needy whine, arched as he grinds his hips into each hard thrust. Frank’s cock bounces between them, hard again and ruddy against his cum smeared abdomen. His tongue presses into digits, face flushed with pupil blown eyes fixated on Danny above him. Hips thrumming with fingertip shaped bruises. An arm curled around Danny, blunt nails digging into the flesh of his back. His other hand gripping the headboard behind him for support. “Danny—“

              「 FRANK LANGDON / @sardonicmd was caught on camera . . . 」                                           [ SINDAY ] ❝ Harder, god, harder ─ ❞

hips rocked back before pounding into his good doctor's ass (...) Langdon stretched hot around Danny's cock and taking him deep enough to feel each piercing rib past his rim. the sounds slick and filthy between them as the killer fucked his first load in deeper and deeper still ─- . ❝ look at you ... my good pet. ❞ dominate hand slipping calloused digits into pleading maw; rough pads stroking wet muscle in tandem with his thrusts. ❝ taking me so - fucking well. ❞ cheeks flushed a violent vermilion as his opposite hand worked bruises into Langdon's pretty little hips.

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when the loud noise comes too close

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whoa, gun, gun! all clear

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Love song in winter 冬至, 1.10

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I’m fine, Langdon. His blood boils but for Danny’s sake, the good doctor tries to reign in his mounting anger. Dutifully, he grabs a bottle of water for him to drink, a couple of ice packs, and carefully tucks him into their bed. Frank presses an ice pack to Danny’s side and the other to the side of his face. When he reaches out, attempting to draw Langdon back in, he scrunches his nose. Although, he complies. He settles on the edge of their bed.

"This isn't fine, Danny." Frank says quietly, still biting back venom. He wears his anger on his sleeve, neck flushed and eyes dark. Langdon’s pulse races and his gaze drops where their hands have interlaced. Bloodied knuckles, bruised ribs, a busted lip. Frank’s temper sparks, presenting in the grind of his teeth and the throb of his sharp jaw. “Will you tell me what happened? And who did this to you?” There's something a touch darker in the doctor's gaze, a flicker that doesn't align with his healing nature.

              「 FRANK LANGDON / @sardonicmd was caught on camera . . . 」                                    “They’ll hurt you again over my dead body.”

❝ I'm fine, Langdon. ❞ the words tumbled from swollen lips with little forethought. a default response played, like a broken record, when worry bubbled over from whatever injuries Danny sustained from his (...) extracurricular activities. wincing as his good doctor extended not further harm, but healing, in the form of tucking him into their shared bed. an ice pack pressed to the black and blue bruise smeared along his side as Danny's hand instead sought to draw Frank back in.

unaccustomed to seeing him so worked up. an idle thought as to if this was the more honest side of the man; if this is what he'd been thinking all along when Danny had only ever been his patient prior. touch uncharacteristically tender as bloody knuckles intertwined themselves with Frank's. ❝ I'm in good hands. ❞

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The latest dose of pain medication has Danny a bit pliable, a touch out of it. He lounges, dead weight in his lap, full of crooked smirks and gleaming eyes. It’s a look of trouble. Langdon playfully boops his nose with the edge of the musty book he’s holding. “Like you’re going to distract me.” Even the way he beams is guilty. “Or like you’ve already committed crime.” Frank closes the book and sets it aside, leaning in to kiss Danny’s forehead. The bandages wrapped around the other’s arm already has a yellowish-pinkish tint bleeding through the gauze. The good doctor’s smile drops, and he softly curls fingers around Danny’s wrist, turning his arm to inspect the limb. “You’re incapable of taking it easy, aren’t you? Do I need to tie you up? Sedate you?” He’s teasing, but there’s a touch of scolding to his tone. “These need to be changed again.” Carefully, Langdon rolls them so Danny is beneath his body, hovering above to keep his weight off him, a hand against the mattress and the other still softly holding Danny's wrist. “What were you doing? Before you came in here.” How did you piss these burns off again?

              「 FRANK LANGDON / @sardonicmd was caught on camera . . . 」                                [ TENSION ] "Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

molasses sweet and laced with laughter? the instruction failed to stick. Danny a shameless dead weight atop Langdon's lap in the single-bed of the apartment. even as the good doctor feigned hiding his worse half's crooked smirk with the musty-smelling book ( an old study's results which Langdon was comparing to one within the last - two[?] years(...) see? he had paid [some] attention —- ). ❝ like what? ❞ the latest dose of pain medication having effectively neutralized the larger into a hapless lap dog. still beaming up at Frank as if Danny had any innocence to hide behind.

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The smoke from his cigarette slowly rolls, adding to the cloudy atmosphere they navigate through to the bar. He follows Johnny, expecting to have to shift to get through the crowd. Instead, people move out of the way for Johnny. He carves a path for them to the bar and Langdon follows behind. The men at the other end of the wooden counter watch them closely, their gazes flickering between Johnny and Frank.

“Ah, so being in your company is enough, huh?” Langdon teases. He raises a brow at the way he commands, orders. Was he reminding Frank? Or was he saying it for those around them? The doctor’s not entirely sure how to take his tone, but he takes a step closer and softly claps Johnny’s shoulder. “Well— if it comes down to it… I’m too pretty for a bar fight, so that’s all you, big guy.” Another tease, bright blues glittering in Frank’s amusement.

Amber liquid fills the shot glasses and the bartender scoots them forward. “Thanks,” Frank offers the stranger behind the bar, who seems less than impressed. His gaze settles on Johnny, watching as he throws the shot back. Then he scoots one toward Langdon. “A few? You’re overestimating my alcohol tolerance.” Langdon laughs, takes the shot in hand and downs it with a hard swallow. He sucks air in between his teeth to soothe the burn. “You’ve friends here?” His gaze skates the bar, as if trying to pinpoint which of these folks are Johnny’s friends.

Someone turns the jukebox on and Langdon motions the bartender with two fingers for two more drinks. “How many of these gets you dancing?” He laughs again, playful and lighthearted.

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This part of town is well known at the hospital. Their social worker made them familiar with the particular needs of this side of town. It’s poverty stricken, addiction addled, and violence laced. What the hell was Johnny thinking bringing him here? He didn’t know. Was this a usual haunt? Did he have friends here? Maybe this was his mistake for consenting to this little field trip. There were a few former patients, convicted criminals, lurking at the bar. Langdon’s stare must have been obvious. Or maybe theirs was obvious. “if they know you're with me, they'll leave you alone.” “And how do I declare that I’m with you? A sign? Maybe a label on my forehead?” He’s at Johnny’s side, though his gaze is settled on two particular men across the bar. Men that he knew had domestic violence charges. Men he’s stitched at the hospital while they remained cuffed to the bed. Dangerous. “Next time— I’m picking the bar.” It’s a low mutter into his beer.

It’s clear the venue makes him uneasy. Not for bad reason, either. There’s a reason Johnny doesn’t feel the need to hide his real face in a place like this. The dim lighting (more to do with faulty bulbs than for ambience) was just enough to make a person feel a little bit hidden. The familiar smoky haze filled the room, and Johnny added to it by lighting his cigarette.

“C’mon.” He nods towards the bar, not responding to the other man’s quips. A short huff, almost resembling a laugh left his throat; next time. “Two shots, rail whiskey.” Johnny ordered as the bartender approached.

“You walked in with me.” He finally answered. “You’re at the bar with me.” The sentiment comes out almost like an order, as if he’s commanding his presence. The bartender slid the shot glasses towards them, and Johnny was quick to down one of them, sliding the other with his index and middle finger towards Langon. "Few of these 'n you won't mind the crowd."

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›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

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[ 09 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury in a location they cannot easily reach.

Moon Kni.ght, like anyone sensible, hates hospitals. Everyone's having their best or worst day of their lives. Lest he thinks about Spector's -- his own memories without cloth mask comfort -- issues with medical care the better. He's been on his own for a few years. No girl, no brother in arms to trick him into getting medical care. No house calls to a mothballed manor.

At 6'3, he swallows the hospital bed, blood dripped shroud wrapped around black kevlar and white armor. Alert eyes reflect bright tube lights as the doctor enters. "Hello. Triage moved me in here, considering my face." It wouldn't do to have a vigilante sitting in the waiting room.

"Got stabbed in the back." Implications he's the type to use a mirror, vodka, and stitch himself up...if he could reach. "Less you know about the weapon, the better." Cut through kevlar like ... a knife through butter.

MK + Langdon // @silverjetsystm

“He’s a vigilante, I couldn’t keep him out there with everyone. He almost started a riot with his presence—” Princess tells him, her expression one of amusement and concern. “Do you want me to call security?” She seems worried about the doctor’s safety. Langdon shakes his head, “Not yet, let me talk with them.” And she nods, watching as he disappears into the room.

The first thing he notices is he’s huge, lounged in the hospital bed, taking up every inch of space and then some. The second is the armor and mask, eyes light and reflective. “Good evening, I’m Doctor Langdon.” Ocean blues observe, inspect. He cants his head a fraction, reaching for gloves, a curious gaze. “Yeah, she told me. Sounds like you were quite the star out there.” Langdon teases. He snaps his gloves on, “What can I call you?” And he approaches the side of the bed.

A vigilante stabbed in the back. At first glance, he can see the wound which bleeds and stains the sheets, sliced through armor. Well, wasn’t that something? What the hell kind of weapon could slice through kevlar like this? Clean cut, too. “I’m going to touch you,” Langdon informs him, unsure what his field of vision looked like in that mask. A hand comes to his chest, Frank leans in and studies, trying to determine if it was a through-n-through wound. “I won’t ask about the weapon, but it’d be easier for me to stitch you without the armor on.” He pulls back, giving a short nod. “Can you lean forward for me?”

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Part of him knows this is wrong, irresponsible. He’s a doctor— this goes against his oath. Except Danny’s charming, he’s seductive, he’s hard to deny. If he wants this and asks for it, how’s Langdon supposed to tell him no? (Especially if this keeps Danny from his extracurricular activities— he could be saving lives by consenting to this. Right?)

No matter how he justifies this in his head, Langdon is painfully hard. He’s wired with adrenaline and a touch of anxiety, curled over porcelain. Black bleeds into blue and his pupil blown gaze carefully considers his cut, gloved hand making the incision with a practiced ease. Despite his nerves, his hand is steady. Blood oozes to the surface of Danny’s thigh, a smooth red trail behind the scalpels touch. Langdon’s touch.

He's undressed, uncensored beneath Frank’s mercy. The good doctor’s throat bobs with a thick swallow, drinking in every filthy sound Danny makes as he ruts into nothing. Hips bucking, thigh bleeding generously. The familiar scent of copper taints the air between them as Danny bleeds, slicking his thigh and his fingers as he digs into his own wound. “Danny—” it comes out as a heady, strangled reprimand.

The sickly-sweet comment coupled with the unhinged laughter is a bit psychotic, and Frank realizes in that moment he’s playing with fire. Hell, he’s soaked in gasoline and dancing in the flames. He doesn’t think there’s any going back from this. Their little game has long crossed a line and altered Frank’s brain chemistry. He won’t be the same after Danny, if he survives him.

Danny’s blood paints him in a violent crimson and Frank’s breath catches in something resembling a whimper. What a good boy. His expression twists in a mix of horror and shame laced arousal, face pale other than his kiss flushed lips. His cock throbs and leaks needy in Danny’s hand and Langdon’s head hangs loose on his shoulders as he tries to muffle a moan with a bite to his lower lip.

Gloved hands grip the edges of the tub, scalpel carefully balanced between fingers. He thrusts into Danny’s touch and then he bravely reaches out, gloved hand settling against the wound he created. It'll likely scar. He puts pressure on it for a moment, trying to stanch the bleeding. The pressure a little more than necessary, an attempt at healing while punishing.

           「 FRANK LANGDON / @sardonicmd was caught on camera . . . 」

the bare of the Danny's back peeled off the cold porcelain of the tub in favor of arching into the nervous body-heat suspended above him. Langdon's eyes having bloomed from oceanic blue to midnight black as he toed the precarious line of healing and harming —- .

blood bubbling to the surface beneath the healer's steady hand (...) the scalpel making easy work of the killer's thigh. ❝ that's it - . ❞ head rocked back over the edge as swollen lips parted with a heady moan. ❝ look at you, ❞ hips bucking uselessly into the open air between them, ❝ dissecting me just to piece me back together again. ❞ a sickly sweet sigh tinged with misplaced laughter. a crooked smile, usually hidden beneath ghoulish mask, now barred plainly for his better half.

hands slipped between them. one hand fisting into the waistbands of Langdon's scrubs to free his cock while the other dug roughly into his own open wound. jaw clenched as teeth gnashed. wolfish maw caught between expressions of agony and arousal. bare hand slicked a wet, dripping, violent vermilion before closing the distance - painting his pretty pet in his favorite color. ❝ what a good boy. ❞

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He smirks and it chills something in Langdon; it’s lopsided and off somehow. The good doctor determines he’s being prejudiced— scars, piercings, those things didn’t make someone bad. He knew better for fucks sake. He’s probably just hardworking, lonely, maybe staying local for a job. Or recently divorced, like himself. This motel is cheap. Or maybe doesn’t want to drink alone. He runs through the reasons to ignore his instinct: run. Langdon gives him a little shrug, a tired smile.

“I don’t pretend to know what people get up to here at this motel. Romance or otherwise. Sorry ‘bout your plans.” He watches the man lift the six pack and takes a few steps closer toward his truck, away from his own motel room door. Frank thumbs his keycard between his fingers. It’s hard not to take offense to a total stranger insinuating you look like Hell and are in need of a drink. He laughs, running his free hand through his hair. “Yeah, the fact I could use a drink is exactly why I shouldn’t.” And yet….

“I’m Frank, by the way. Are you staying here long or—?” His gaze settles on the others, keeping eye contact. Adrenaline spikes, Langdon knows he shouldn’t take up this strangers offer. It’s a slippery slope, addiction. One substance to another, meetings, plus this man’s a total stranger. No one’s trustworthy these days.

“Uh, maybe just one.” He glances over his shoulder at his door, then back to the other man. “Let me change and then I’ll come by, what’s your room number?”

Johnny is used to having to tire out his prey. Having him show up already half dead took all the work out for him. A part of him can’t help but wish he could see him squirm, full of energy. Still, an opportunity is an opportunity, and what fun was a game if you didn’t get to know your prey?

He shouldn’t. That was an interesting response, the vagueness of it only made him want to find out more. Shouldn’t. There were so many things people denied themselves because they shouldn’t. Johnny shouldn’t have been following him, making mental notes left and right about little habits he’d picked up on. He shouldn’t be waiting outside his motel room, wicked intentions in mind. Oh well.

The corner of his lips twitched up, almost casting a lopsided smirk. Of course he’d make the assumption that he was here for a woman. It was one of the reasons people stayed at a place like this. Easy play, inconspicuous, and grimy enough to make whatever transgressions they were committing somehow feel better.

“Well I’m not really here for romance, now am I?” He questioned, picking up the six pack. He could have questioned him and his assumption that his plans involved a woman, but his mind clung to something else. “Offers open. You look like you need it more than me.”

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" you're upset with me, aren't you? " / mel

Frank n’ Mel // @roseypeached

They sit outside together on the bench, both spattered in arterial spray from a patient’s skate to the face and neck. Poor hockey player. Langdon’s shoulders are curled in, slouched as he rubs at his face in both hands. That’s their third loss today. (This shit is so much harder without something in his system calming his nerves). These are the kind of days that make their line of work emotionally and mentally exhausting. Back to back loss takes a toll. Today’s one of those days.

"you're upset with me, aren't you?”

Mel’s question snaps him back from his brief dissociative state. “What? No—- no, Mel. There’s nothing we could’ve done differently for them.” Langdon straightens and turns himself on the bench to face her, an attempt to catch her gaze. His face solemn, but serious. Steel blues searching her worn expression.

“You’ve done great, seriously.” Frank attempts to reassure her, serious for a moment before his tone takes a teasing turn. “Hell, you don’t even need me in there. I’m basically arm candy when you’re in the room,” he huffs a laugh, smile lighting up the space between them. Gently, he bumps his knee against hers. “Don’t doubt yourself. Especially not today.”

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[ NECK ] for sender's muse to arouse receiver by kissing, licking and/or biting their neck and throat / from Constantine

Rain patters against the windows, blinds drawn close. The lightening illuminates the apartment in sporadic flashes. Langdon is settled in John’s lap, straddling him carefully on the couch. His hand grips the back of the sofa for support, the other splayed open on the exorcists chest. Heat floods his face, the curve of his ears. John’s hands grip Frank’s hips, guiding him in slow grinds down against him. “Don’t stop,” it’s a breathed pant. Langdon’s lips are kiss flushed, swollen from their making out.

Constantine’s mouth roams, biting little red marks into flesh, teeth scraping the column of Langdon’s neck. Soft kisses follow the marks, occasionally he sucks a bite into something darker. A hand abandons the couch edge, tangling into jet black locks. He’s hard, John is too beneath him. He grinds into him and in turn, the hands on Frank’s hips guide. Each rock into each other slow, rhythmic. The noise that escapes Langdon is something needy, rough. “John—-”

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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 *

Assorted memes of a suggestive and sexual nature, intended for the spicier type of interactions. Be mindful of your partners' boundaries! Change pronouns / etc. as needed, and feel free to combine the sentence prompts with the action and / or location prompts when sending if you want.

tw: strong sexual content , minors DO NOT interact with this meme at all!

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

❝ I just want to look at you like this for a moment. ❞

❝ Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? ❞

❝ Your heart is beating so fast. ❞

❝ Be gentle with me. Please. ❞

❝ I’ve never done this before. ❞

❝ I want to learn. Teach me. ❞

❝ Show me how to please you. ❞

❝ I want to give you everything tonight. ❞

❝ That feels so good ─ ❞

❝ Don’t stop ─ ❞

❝ You won’t break me. I promise. ❞

❝ I want your hands on me. ❞

❝ Make love to me. ❞

❝ I need you, your lips on my skin. I need you deep inside me. ❞

❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞

❝ I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again. ❞

❝ There is no taste sweeter than yours. ❞

❝ Look at you, what a mess you are. ❞

❝ You’re doing so good for me. Keep going. ❞

❝ I’ll taste every part of you before the night has ended. ❞

❝ No one else can make me feel this way. ❞

❝ I am already yours. Now I want you to lay your claim. ❞

❝ Your body sings to me. ❞

❝ I know you’re close. Just let it go now. Give in to it. ❞

❝ I want to feel you come undone. ❞

❝ Shh. Quiet love. They’re going to hear you. ❞

❝ I want to feel your fire, even if it burns me. ❞

❝ You take me so well. ❞

❝ You look so beautiful like this. ❞

❝ I never knew I could feel this good. ❞

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 & 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘

❝ God whispers to us in our pleasures. ❞

❝ I’m going to fuck you until your legs shake. ❞

❝ Take me. I can’t bear this anymore, just take me. ❞

❝ You’re dripping already. ❞

❝ Good girl, take it all. ❞

❝ I’m going to fill you over and over again. ❞

❝ Harder, god, harder ─ ❞

❝ Did I say you could stop? ❞

❝ Show me how much you want it. ❞

❝ Give me your mouth. ❞

❝ Spread yourself for me. ❞

❝ I’m going to leave you aching in the morning. And then I’m going to take you again. ❞

❝ Louder. Don’t hold back on me. Let me hear your pleasure. ❞

❝ I want to hear my name on your lips and make you come. ❞

❝ Don’t come until I tell you to. ❞

❝ If you wanted soft and gentle, you’ve come to the wrong person. ❞

❝ I don’t want soft. I want to ache for you when you’re done. ❞

❝ I like the marks. They stay with me even when you must leave. ❞

❝ Use me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want, but god, please touch me. ❞

❝ They’ll all know your mine when they hear you screaming my name. ❞

❝ You need relief. I can give you that. ❞

❝ You’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you. ❞

❝ I want to spend every night buried inside of you, pleasing you, fucking you. ❞

❝ I like it when you lose control, when I can feel how desperately you need me. ❞

❝ You’re my good girl, and my girl deserves the best of me. ❞

❝ Such a good boy, always eager to please. ❞

❝ You look like an angel; it’s only right that I fuck you until you see heaven. ❞

❝ Your body is my place of worship, and it’s time for me to say my prayers. ❞

❝ This is my favorite seat. ❞

❝ Watch me ride you. ❞

𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 & 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

❝ Does he fuck you like this? ❞

❝ We shouldn’t be doing this. ❞

❝ I missed you beyond words. Every night I dreamt of you, of what it would be like to hold you again, and I’ll be damned if I let the chance slip through my fingers when you’re right here. ❞

❝ Why can’t I keep myself away from you? ❞

❝ This could be our last night together. I’m going to make it count. ❞

❝ Don’t bring emotions into this. This has always been about pleasure, nothing else. ❞

❝ We fuck. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that. ❞

❝ I have no right to touch you, so why do you ask it of me when I know I am unworthy? ❞

❝ You should be mine. I don’t care what they say, you are mine. ❞

❝ You dare have the audacity to pretend like you’re not mine in front of them? We both know the truth; even now look how your body reacts to me. ❞

❝ Do you honestly think I could possibly want anyone else when this is what you do to me? ❞

❝ You’re mine. Only mine. ❞

❝ I want them to hear us. I want them to know you belong to me. ❞

❝ Claim me. Have me in a way that anyone who looks at me will see your passion written upon my skin. ❞

❝ You’re not mine. You could never be mine. Yet I want you anyway. I want you so badly that it burns me inside. ❞

❝ You’ve ruined me for all others. ❞

❝ I can’t stop myself from wanting you, no matter how much we both know we shouldn’t do this. ❞

❝ I don’t care if they see. Part of me wants them to. ❞

❝ You’re not good for me. So how can you make me feel something no one else can? ❞

❝ This is the last time, then never again. This has to stop. ❞

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

one muse gives the other oral

one muse rides the other

one muse grinds on the other

one muse takes the other from the front

one muse takes the other from behind

one muse takes the other anally

one muse holds the other down during rough sex

one muse pleasures the other with their hand

one muse sits on the other’s face

one muse controls the other’s movements by grabbing their hips

one muse ties up the other

one muse uses a toy on the other

our muses engage in edging or orgasm denial

one muse makes the other have multiple orgasms

our muses engage in sensory play (blindfolds, ice, etc.)

one muse shows the other a new position

one muse touches the other on the outside of their clothes

one muse dresses up to seduce the other

one muse undresses the other

one muse strips for the other

one muse (or both) pleasures themself for the other’s view

one muse leaves marks on the other

one muse watches the other have sex with a third party

our muses are being watched by a third party

our muses have a threesome

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

in a bed

on the floor

on a couch or chair

in a bath, shower, or pool

in a semi-public place

against a wall

on a table or counter

in the kitchen

outdoors

in a tent

on a rug in front of a fireplace

in a sacred place

in a stairwell

in a ruined building / castle

in a garden

by the ocean

in an inn / hotel

while traveling

in an office or conference room

in a dream

[sardonicmd]

INJURIES + AID.

a collection of prompts in which sender comes to receiver for help with an injury, focusing on trust, vulnerability, and a little bit of embarrassment! various situations included, cw for injuries, implied self harm, and nsfw content!

add +reverse as needed, or specify extra details! in no particular order:

[ 01 ] sender comes to receiver with a wound they have been keeping secret and has become infected.

[ 02 ] sender comes to receiver for help with a wound they swore they could take care of alone.

[ 03 ] sender comes to receiver with an unrelated injury but happens to be covered in marks from a recent sexual encounter.

[ 04 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury they got during sex.

[ 05 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury they got while doing something the receiver warned them not to attempt alone.

[ 06 ] sender comes to receiver with an self-inflicted injury from unwise sword/bow/weapons practice.

[ 07 ] sender comes to receiver with a self-inflicted injury from a silly domestic (cleaning/cooking etc) accident.

[ 08 ] sender comes to receiver with a self-inflicted injury for which they provide no excuse.

[ 09 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury in a location they cannot easily reach.

[ 10 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury they do not remember getting.

[ 11 ] sender comes to receiver with an aggravated old injury they knew they needed to be careful of.

[ 12 ] sender comes to receiver having re-opened a healing wound.

[ 13 ] sender comes to receiver having ruined the dressing of a recent wound.

[ 14 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury in a sensitive/intimate location.

[ 15 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury in a location that reveals an embarrassing/secret tattoo.

[ 16 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury in a location that reveals scars that are not usually seen.

[ 17 ] sender comes to receiver with a problem that reveals an old injury they need to explain.

[ 18 ] sender comes to receiver with a problem they have had before, but has been previously shoddily cared for.

[ 19 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury they're sure was a deliberate attack on them, though they have no evidence.

[ 20 ] sender comes to receiver needing care for a recent tattoo.

[ 21 ] sender comes to receiver needing care for a recent piercing.

[ 22 ] sender comes to receiver needing care for another recent body modification.

[ 23 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury that has been inflicted upon them as punishment.

[ 24 ] sender comes to receiver with a long-term injury they've finally decided to address.

[ 25 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury that reveals a long-kept secret.