he sat on the edge of the bed across from her, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight, the room still except for the quiet hum of their breathing. he let his eyes settle on her, really look at her, without holding anything back. the way her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, the subtle tremble of her lips as if the words she wanted to say were trapped inside — it all pulled at him, all of it making it impossible to stay quiet. he couldn’t hold back anymore. he had to tell her, had to make her see, feel, know, that no matter how careful she was, no matter how scared, he had been, and always would be, entirely hers. ❝ belly, ❞ he said, voice low and raw, carrying years of love and regret and hope all at once. ❝ i’ve loved you from the start. i’ve loved you through everything we got wrong, everything we didn’t know how to fix, everything we let slip away. i’ve never stopped, and i never will. ❞

for  so  long ,    paris  had  been  her  dream    —    a  place  where  heartbreak  couldn’t  find  her ;      where  the  noise  quieted  just  enough  for  her  to  breathe  again .      she’d  filled  it  with  croissants ,    with  strangers  who  didn’t  know  her  history ,    with  the  illusion  that  distance  could  untangle  her  from  everything  she  left  behind .  from  him .      and  yet ,    here  he  was ,    sitting  in  front  of  her      [  …  ]      and  that  dream  suddenly  felt  like  glass .      about  to  shatter .

with  each  tremble  of  his  voice ,    it  sent  shivers  down  her  spine ,    because  that  fear  of  hurting  him  brought  her  full  circle .      the  words  she  fired  back  at  him  had  put  little  tears  in  the  lining  of  his  heart .      belly  could  see  it  in  the  way  he  looked  at  her .      like  he  was  memorizing  her  for  possibly  the  last  time  ever .      her  pulse  thrummed  in  her  throat .      she  could  feel  the  sting  of  tears  she  didn’t  quite  understand .      not  sadness ,    not  regret    —    desperation.  

❝    you  don’t  get  it ,    ❞          the  words  catching  on  a  half-laugh  that  didn’t  sound  humorous  at  all .          ❝    it’s  not  about  whether  we  love  each  other  or  not .      i  know  you  do .      i  know  i  do .      but  that  doesn’t  change  that  we  have  thousands  of  miles  and  complicated  history  separating  us ,    ❞          she  exhaled  sharply ,    searching  for  the  right  words  and  coming  up  empty .          ❝    i’m  afraid  because  if  we  do  this  again …      if  i  let  myself  have  you  again ,    it’s  not  some  daydream  anymore .      it’s  real .    ❞

god ,    he  looked  like  every  wish  she’d  ever  made  on  her  birthday  and  tried  to  forget .      her  fingers  twitched  in  her  lap ,    aching  to  reach  for  him ,    to  close  the  distance  that  still  hummed  between  them  like  static .      but  he  was  the  one  that  reached  first .      his  thumb  brushing  along  her  skin ,    it  was  like  being  struck  by  lightning  and  set  on  fire  all  at  once .

❝    paris  is  easy ,    ❞          she  admitted ,    barely  above  a  whisper .          ❝    i  can  pretend  that  i’m  someone  else .      that  i’m  not  that  little  girl  anymore  than  went  to  bed  every  night  thinking  about  the  boy  across  the  hall .      here ,    i’m  someone  stronger  that  doesn’t  fall  apart  at  the  sound  of  your  name .      but  when  you’re  here …    ❞          her  voice  broke  on  the  word .          ❝    i  can’t  hide .    ❞          because  she  had  tried .      running  had  been  her  plan .      the  flight ,    the  distance    —    all  of  it  meant  to  free  her .      and  it  had ,    in  its  own  way .      she’d  found  pieces  of  herself  in  quiet  streets  and  foreign  laughter .      but  there  were  still  parts  of  her  that  belonged  to  him .      that  girl  that  sang    ‘we  love  you ,    conrad’    in  the  mirror  after  movie  nights .  

her  body  moved  before  she  could  resist ,    closing  the  small  gap  between  them  until  their  knees  brushed .      hand  lifted  on  instinct ,    finding  his  face  like  it  had  a  thousand  times  before ,    her  thumb  tracing  along  the  sharp  line  of  his  jaw .          ❝    and  maybe  i  don’t  want  to  live  in  the  fantasy  anymore ,    ❞          she  whispered .          ❝    i  want  the  real  thing .      but  if  i  let  you  in  now …      if  i  fall  again ,    conrad ,    i  don’t  think  i’ll  come  back  from  it  this  time .    ❞          the  confession  hung  in  the  air  between  them ;      the  only  truth  that  mattered .      and  as  she  looked  at  him    —    the  boy  she’d  loved  and  the  man  he’d  become    —    she  realized  that  maybe  that  was  the  point .      maybe  she  wasn’t  supposed  to  come  back  from  it  at  all .

as  much  as  she  wanted  to  tease  him  for  his  chaotic  love  life    —    which ,    objectively ,    had  been  a  mess    —    belly  knew  she  didn’t  have  the  legs  to  stand  on .      not  when  hers  had  unraveled  in  ways  she  still  didn’t  know  how  to  make  sense  of .      besides ,    there  was  a  much  more  important  topic  at  hand .      steven  was  moving .      really  moving .      and  somehow ,    even  from  halfway  across  the  world ,    belly  felt  the  shift  in  her  chest      [  …  ]      like  the  map  of  home  she’d  always  carried  around  was  being  redrawn  without  her  permission .      everyone  was  scattering ,    stretching  further  and  further  apart .      what  would  home  even  mean  when  it  wasn’t  all  of  them  under  one  roof  anymore ?          ❝    seriously ??      that’s  amazing !    ❞          her  voice  lifted  proudly ,    because  she  was  proud  of  him .      but  it  wavered  when  his  next  words  landed  heavy .      a  mistake .      belly  sank  into  her  chair ,    pulling  her  knees  up  like  the  position  might  brace  her  against  his  unraveling .      she  listened  to  him  spiral  on  the  other  end ,    the  static  of  his  doubt  filling  the  space  between  them ,    and  she  couldn’t  help  but  hear  herself  in  it .      the  way  she’d  sounded  when  she  first  landed  in  paris .      terrified  she’d  made  the  biggest  mistake  of  her  life .          ❝    it’s  okay  to  be  scared ,    steven ,    ❞          she  murmured ,          ❝    i  was  when  i  ended  up  here .      i  thought  i  had  ruined  everything ,    running  from …      well ,    from  all  of  it .      but  somewhere  along  the  way ,    i  found  what  i  needed.    ❞          paris  wasn’t  forever ,    not  for  her .      but  it  had  been  a  place  to  figure  out  what  forever  was .      fingertips  picked  at  a  loose  thread  on  her  sleeve ,    searching  for  the  words  that  might  hold  him  together .          ❝    just  because  you’re  the  big  brother  doesn’t  mean  you  need  to  have  all  the  answers ,    ❞          a  hint  of  a  smile  in  her  voice .          ❝    and  yeah ,    maybe  san  francisco’s  gonna  suck ,    maybe  you’ll  hate  it .      but …      what  if  you  don’t ?      what  if  it  ends  up  being  the  best  decision  you  ever  made ?    ❞          she  closed  her  eyes  for  a  moment ,    wishing  she  could  reach  through  the  phone ,    bridge  the  distance  with  her  arms  the  way  she  used  to  when  he  was  younger  and  the  world  felt  too  big  for  him .      maybe  for  both  of  them .          ❝    and  you  can’t  get  rid  of  us  that  easily ,    ❞          she  added ,    the  words  more  truth  than  reassurance .          ❝    everyone  you  love    —    me ,    mom ,    dad ,    jere    —    we’re  still  here .      just  a  little  further  away .    ❞

conrad did his due diligence. just by standing here, he respected jeremiah enough to prove to himself he could fight the feelings. the unending, relentless ache that bubbled in his chest every time she looked him with that particular gaze. he left the house before anything happened to make him regret that night. at least that's what he told himself. as he stared at the water, his cheeks flush from the dead, winter air, he wondered what belly thought.

......

when he got back inside, his nose ached from the sudden change in temperature. he shrugged off his coat in mild irritation, throwing it against the marble island. for a few minutes, all he did was stand there, dissociating from his own body. he didn't know if it was the sudden change in temperature or where his mind went, but all he knew to do was freeze.

a hand comes up to his heart, rubbing at the fabric of his sweater, like he's confirming it's still there. there's a subtle pitter patter to his heart he can't quite catch. fingers grip around the fabric of the shirt, like it'd slow down the incessant beating. one. two. three. he counted, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, exhaling with his mouth. the anxiety was a little more manageable lately. conrad managed to temper a few panic attacks, but around belly, something in him gave. it haunted him, a ghost that would never give him peace. dear god, he still fucking loved her. he would never stop fucking loving her.

slowly, he approached the living room, belly tucked away in comfort, cozied by her pajamas and movies he'd always loved listening to her debate about. one, two, three, he said to himself, the ticking of the count ringing in his head like a crescendo reaching its apex. breathe, conrad.

when he finally saw her, the ringing stopped and everything went silent. the weekend started so innocently, conrad thought to himself. they laughed, drank hot cocoa, and gorged themselves in christmas treats. it was so fucking innocent. but that feeling came back. it came the first time he'd seen her again, by the pool when he was smoking. it came when he danced with her at the debutante ball. and it came that night of the motel, when he laid on the ground thinking of her. that haunting, ceaseless ghost, that would never leave him alone, not ever in his life.

the  blanket  wrapped  around  her  shoulders  wasn’t  what  was  keeping  her  warm    —    not  even  close .      it  was  him .      it  was  always  him .      the  way  her  chest  had  swelled  when  she  saw  him  standing  at  the  door ,    snow  still  dusting  his  hair ,    candy  cane  dangling  careless  from  his  lips  like  he  hadn’t  even  realized  how  much  he  looked  like  a  dream  she’d  once  begged  herself  to  forget .      it  was  the  memory  of  his  arms  that  day ,    strong  and  certain  when  he  scooped  her  up  from  the  floor  like  it  was  nothing ,    like  she  was  weightless  in  his  hold .      it  was  the  way  he  sat  beside  her  on  the  couch  later ,    movie  light  flickering  across  his  face ,    the  blanket  slipping  until  their  shoulders  brushed ,    the  fireplace  still  dark  until  he  finally  let  himself  strike  a  match    —    finally  let  himself  risk  what  it  might  mean  to  let  the  flames  roar  back  to  life      [    …    ]      and  god ,    they  had .      not  just  the  fire .      her .      all  of  her .      the  heat  that  spread  in  her  chest ,    feelings  she’d  sworn  were  buried  clawing  their  way  back  to  the  surface .      god ,    i  still  love  you .      the  thought  wasn’t  quiet ,    wasn’t  gentle .  

it  should  have  just  been  echos .      ricocheting  off  the  walls  of  her  heart .      easy  enough  to  silence  if  she  ignored  them  long  enough .      but  it  never  stopped .      even  when  he  wasn’t  in  the  room .      even  when  he  wasn’t  hers .      he  lingered  everywhere .      in  the  books  she  read ,    in  the  songs  that  broke  her  apart ,    in  the  way  her  chest  ached  whenever  she  caught  herself  smiling  too  hard  at  nothing .      she  saw  him  in  linus .      stubborn  and  unshakable ,    fighting  for  sabrina  when  she  tried  to  love  david  instead .  

(    but  this  wasn’t  paris .      you  weren’t  sabrina .      you  loved  jeremiah .      and  conrad  wasn’t  linus .      this  wasn’t  some  neat  little  story  that  could  be  twisted  into  the  perfect  ending .      this  was  your  life .      messy .      unfair .      and  still    …    always  circling  back  to  him    )

the  creaking  of  floorboards  tore  through  the  haze  of  her  thoughts ,    pulling  her  head  up .          ❝    conrad ?    ❞          her  voice  cut  through  the  quiet ,    hopeful  in  a  way  she  hated  herself  for .      she  perked  up  from  her  lounging  position  on  the  couch ,    pausing  the  movie ,    turning  her  whole  body  so  he  had  her  attention .      he  always  did .      he  always  would .      the  laptop  slid  from  her  lap ,    the  blanket  pooling  at  her  waist  as  she  kicked  it  free ,    but  the  smile  on  her  face    —    that  bright ,    thoughtless  rush  of  happiness    —    faltered  as  fast  as  it  had  come .      confusion  hit  her  first ,    quick  and  sharp .          ❝    what  are  you  talking  about ?    ❞          she  asked ,    but  even  as  the  words  left  her ,    the  truth  came  down  hard .     

predictable .      the  rhythm  of  them .      the  push  and  pull .      as  soon  as  he  let  her  in ,    he  was  shoving  her  back  out .      her  brows  drew  tight ,    heat  flaring  hot  under  her  skin    —    not  the  sweet  warmth  he  always  carried  with  him ,    but  fire .          ❝    you  can’t  what ?    ❞          she  snapped ,    rising  with  the  words ,    hair  falling  into  her  face  before  her  fingers  shoved  it  back .          ❝    you  can’t  be  in  the  same  room  as  me ?      you  can’t  just—    ❞          her  voice  cracked  and  she  bit  it  back  with  a  bitter  laugh .          ❝    you  know  what ?      no .    ❞          her  feet  hit  the  floor  hard ,    stomping  toward  him ,    every  step  a  defiance  she  didn’t  even  know  she  still  had  left  in  her .      she  rounded  the  couch ,    heat  in  her  chest  spilling  over  until  it  burned  at  her  throat .          ❝    you’ve  made  enough  decisions  for  the  both  of  us .      you  don’t  get  to  just    —    just  shut  me  out  like  these  past  few  days  meant  nothing .    ❞          her  voice  broke  then ,    but  she  didn’t  stop ,    couldn’t  stop .

❝    because  they  did .      they  meant  something .      more  than  they  should  have .      more  than  i  even  want  to  admit .    ❞          her  chest  rose  and  fell  hard ,    heart  pounding ,    eyes  shining  with  everything  she’d  buried  and  everything  he’d  just  unearthed .      she  couldn’t  take  it  back  now .      she  wouldn’t .

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

please just be honest with me.

oh, please explain how this is my fault.

please don't look at me like that.

please, let's not do this here.

for once, could you please stop pretending?

please just kiss me, i can't stand it.

please don't walk away from this.

all you have to do is say please.

please, i dare you to try and stop me.

please don't tell anyone i said that.

i said please, so technically you have to say yes.

please tell me you brought snacks.

please don't take this the wrong way.

please, i've waited so long to hear you say it.

i said i'm fine, please just drop it.

please don't lie just to make me feel better.

please don't judge me for what i'm about to do.

please just let me help you.

if you love me, say it. please.

just stay here with me all day. pleaase?

please don't ruin this for me.

please just leave me out of it.

tell me you love me ... please.

can you please slow down?

please tell me there's still a chance.

can you please just get some sleep?

please, i don't want to lose you again.

i'm not asking– i'm begging you. please.

please don't make fun of me.

i want you to leave. please leave right now.

please, it's nothing.

i don't like to beg, but... please.

pleaase? i promise it'll be fun.

tell me it's a lie. please.

come on, please? just this once?

please don't jump to assumptions.

please, [ name ], just stay here.

you promised ... please.

please. i need you to trust me.

please don't go.

i know i don't deserve it, but please forgive me.

please, let me fix this.

did i hear a 'please' in there somewhere?

please. one more minute, that's all i'm asking.

oh please, as if you've never done it.

don't ask me to choose. please.

please don't tell them where i am.

saying 'please' over and over won't change my mind.

please? ... pretty please?

please don't make me beg.

please tell me i'm wrong.

her  head  shook  furiously ,    like  if  she  moved  quickly  enough  she  could  shake  the  words  right  out  of  the  air .          ❝    no ,    ❞          her  voice  catching ,          ❝    don’t  say  that .      because  it  doesn’t  have  to  mean  anything .      it  doesn’t—    ❞          she  stopped ,    breath  hitching  as  the  tears  threatened ,    burning  hot  at  the  backs  of  her  eyes .          ❝    we  could ,    jere ,    we  could  go  back .    ❞          the  words  tumbled  out ,    desperate ,    like  if  she  said  them  enough  he’d  have  to  believe  them .          ❝    we  could  pretend  none  of  it  ever  happened ,    that  it’s  just  you  and  me ,    like  it  was  before .      why  can’t  it  be  like  that  again ?    ❞          her  hand  reached  out  before  she  even  realized  it ,    fingers  brushing  against  his  arm ,    clinging  there  like  it  was  the  only  thing  tethering  her  to  the  ground .      she  swallowed  hard ,    a  sob  catching  in  her  throat  as  she  pressed  forward .          ❝    i  can’t  lose  you .    ❞          her  chest  ached  with  it  even  as  her  vision  blurred .          ❝    i  need  you ,    jere .      that  has  to  count  for  something .    ❞