𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽

CONSPIRE: for our muses to hide with each other at a houseparty, sitting on the floor in a coat closet or bathroom.

HIGH: for our muses sit on top of a roof together, sharing a bottle of booze or a joint.

TRAP: for our muses to be stuck in an elevator alone together for several hours.

TRIP: our muses are on a roadtrip together and the car breaks down somewhere remote.

DARK: our muses spend the night in a haunted location trying to hunt ghosts.

TASTE: our muses share a cigarette on a swing set in an empty park.

EARLY: our muses spend all night at the beach until sunrise.

LATE: our muses are camping in the mountains together but hear noises outside their tent at midnight.

BALL: our muses dance together at a masquerade, not knowing the other's identity until the party is over.

SETUP: our muses have mutual friends who set them up on a blind date at an ice cream parlor.

FREE: our muses sneak into a skating rink together while its closed.

REALIZE: our muses are in an abandoned amusement park but discover a crime scene.

ACCIDENT: our muses hook up in a library but accidentally stay after its been closed and are locked in for the night.

PAINT: one muse goes to an art class and is surprised to find the other is the model for the day.

DISCOVERY: our muses are in a graveyard and find an emptied grave.

STUCK: our muses haven't seen each other in years and are assigned to the same room in a hostel.

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

Send A Symbol To Explain Why We’re Not RPing Yet

Father Charlie is so 😮‍💨

Ship aesthetics: Caleb x Becky ( @apphrodite )

As long as there's something to see

I'll see it with you

As long as the days can seem

We'll find something to do

If ever your love should leave

Just swear you'll follow it through

She had her own inside demon too. He was never alone.

But she wanted to ease the Wounds, brush away the hurt and the past and focus on him right now, bringing back memories of him that would always have her a whimpering mess in bed, hand moving vigorously beneath black laced panties, his name had escaped her lips many times whilst she came down from her high, boy she had been so touched starved.

But there came the same sultry smile again “Oh?… and what would that be big boy” she emphasised on her last words with a long strike upon his leg with her foot, knowing that if the table wasn’t the only thing keeping them apart right now she’d probably of let him have her right there and then on the floor - after all, she always wanted to try voyeurism

Yet there had never been a time where he didn't want Becky. His feelings for the blonde woman were the most constant thing he'd ever known. Perhaps that is what scared him the most -- that one day he'd wake up and changed and ruin things all over again. Like he always did. So forgive him for not thinking she'd thought of him in those moments or even now. He can't help but be pessimistic and angry. It's all the world has ever taught him to be.

It melts away at the sensation of her foot against his leg. His hand moving to grab at her ankle and yank her forward -- though not hard enough to cause any real stir. An acknowledgement of sorts as he rests her foot on his lap, fingers massaging into the exposed skin of her ankle.

a small gasped whimper snaked out of her when he lightly grabbed at her ankle, pressing soft digits Into warm skin as she made haste to slip her heel off and gently brush around over his lap, hoping to at least feel how excited he was becoming through his trousers. If only his fingers were digging deep into her panties, he’d feel how much she needed him right now. Becky bit on her lip once more.

“So that’s a yes for coming back to mine? And hopefully… stay?”

Then came his answer of if he had been seeing someone, and the comment he made had her lips twitching into a small smile, nevertheless laughing at his sarcastic humour he would let out every so often, she’d be selfish if she confessed that she was glad about it, but the only thing she wanted for others was to be happy…

“Me?” She then frowned, as though it was forbidden to even enquire about such a thing, probably because she had been used to brushing off people left right and centre. “-Oh, well… there was someone a while ago, but I’ve found out that I’m better off by myself. The thought of getting hurt is more terrifying than being alone” she finally concluded, her thoughts evidently drifting away to the slight pain of letting go, but here she found contentment once again whilst looking at Caleb.

Plush lips pressed together and she managed a weak smile “Right now I’m focusing on what’s infront of me” She thought to break the silence with a flirtatious comment whilst their food arrived “-and I don’t know if I’m more hungry for the guy or the steak”

He kept his thoughts to himself though. There was no reason to express them. She wasn't a thing to be owned. She wasn't his. She could do whatever she wanted and he'd have no right to this anger. This hurt. Yet it still rested in his chest and made his skin crawl. At least they weren't still around. He told himself. If love was a competition, he wasn't sure if he'd win with flying colors or lose in a failed hero's array.

He was yanked out of his thoughts at her next words though. As if she'd pressed the pause button on all his anger and rewound his emotions meticulously. Now he had to focus on not letting all the blood rush from his brain to his dick and boy was that hard -- in more ways than one.

She had her own inside demon too. He was never alone.

But she wanted to ease the Wounds, brush away the hurt and the past and focus on him right now, bringing back memories of him that would always have her a whimpering mess in bed, hand moving vigorously beneath black laced panties, his name had escaped her lips many times whilst she came down from her high, boy she had been so touched starved.

But there came the same sultry smile again “Oh?… and what would that be big boy” she emphasised on her last words with a long stroke upon his leg with her foot, knowing that if the table wasn’t the only thing keeping them apart right now she’d probably of let him have her right there and then on the floor - after all, she always wanted to try voyeurism

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

She eyed the menu, noticing how Caleb was face deep into his. "Hmm I'm gonna have the juicy steak and cheese fries" She hummed, licking over her lips as to show her appreciation to food, finally finding her appetite again

Few moments had passed and before Becky wanted to let escape more compliments, she couldn't press on before her question "Um...about our lives though...You got a special lil gal or guy at home somehwere?" She bit on her lip once again, a habit she had formed over time as to keep her feelings at bay, though it was almost mistaken for arousement aswell, her knees were slightly bobbing up and down underneath the clothed table, brushing against Caleb's every so often.

"Nope. Fresh out of hoes." Caleb answered sarcastically, putting the menu down finally, but running his fingers anxiously over the edges of the laminated surface of it. He didn't want to ask the question, but he knew he had to. Hated it more than anything. "What about you?"

Then came his answer of if he had been seeing someone, and the comment he made had her lips twitching into a small smile, nevertheless laughing at his sarcastic humour he would let out every so often, she’d be selfish if she confessed that she was glad about it, but the only thing she wanted for others was to be happy…

“Me?” She then frowned, as though it was forbidden to even enquire about such a thing, probably because she had been used to brushing off people left right and centre. “-Oh, well… there was someone a while ago, but I’ve found out that I’m better off by myself. The thought of getting hurt is more terrifying than being alone” she finally concluded, her thoughts evidently drifting away to the slight pain of letting go, but here she found contentment once again whilst looking at Caleb.

Plush lips pressed together and she managed a weak smile “Right now I’m focusing on what’s infront of me” She thought to break the silence with a flirtatious comment whilst their food arrived “-and I don’t know if I’m more hungry for the guy or the steak”