oh, little prince.

leo  stops  in  the  doorway,  blinking  at  him,  then  lets  out  a  tiny  huff  of  a  laugh. “you  don’t  even  want  it  back,”  he  says,  nudging  the  hem  of  the  shirt  between  his  fingers. “you’re  just  saying  that  so  i’ll  get  all  flustered.”  which  is  working.

“besides,”  he  adds,  voice  dropping  just  a  touch,  “if  you  really  wanted  it,  you  wouldn’t  have  left  it  where  i  could  grab  it.”  he  leans  against  the  counter  next  to  him,  shoulder  brushing  florian’s  lightly.  “i’ll  give  it  back  eventually,”  leo  says.  “but  right  now?  i  think  it  looks  better  on  me.”

a  beat.  then  a  grin  only  very  few  people  knew  leopold  had  in  him. “and  you  know  it.”

"     and  who  told  you  that?  i'm  a  struggling  sheriff;  i  don't  have  that  many  clothes,  you  know,     "                 florian  says,  though  he  doesn't  make  any  move  to  take  the  shirt  off.  he  even  chuckled  at  the  sight  of  leo  fiddling  with  it  as  he  finished  the  last  batch  of  pancakes.  he  stacked  them  in  a  somewhat  neat  pile,  topping  it  with  cherries,  blueberries,  and  bananas,  followed  by  a  heaping  amount  of  syrup.  at  his  words,  florian  only  wears  that  cheeky  smirk  he  rarely  shows,  and  then  slid  the  plate  to  leo's  side.

he  began  working  on  his  own  plate,  which  only  has  the  pancakes,  powdered  sugar,  and  whipped  cream.      "     leo,  if  i  wanted  to  make  you  feel  a  certain  way,  i  have  a  more  practical  solution,     "      he  says,  his  voice  dropping  as  he  joins  his  lover  at  his  side.      "     i  can  always  just  take  it  off  you.  that  way  i  get  my  shirt  back...  and  make  you  flush  red  as  a  ripe  tomato.     "      he  winks  before  pointing  to  the  plate.      "     breakfast.  eat  quick,  because  i  was  supposed  to  be  at  the  station  an  hour  ago,  and  you're  supposed  to  be  opening  the  shelter  right  about  now.     "

Rory chuckles and walks over to lean against the desk.

"Yeah, well, it’s not wrong, right?"

He crosses his arms and tugs on his sleeve nervously.

"Right, so I was hoping you'd be alone since this is sensitive and a little weird. Plus I don't know how any of your guys feel about shifters so keeping it in the trust circle is a big thing."

He swallows and recalibrates so he'll stop rambling.

"So grandpa and I were brainstorming ideas for the full moon coming up and I was wondering if you'd lock me up for the night?"

what  did  catch  his  attention  was  his  proposition.  for  some  people,  he  would  have  easily  done  what  he  was  asking  for,  and  a  part  of  him  does  understand  what  the  boy  was  asking  about.  it  was  for  the  safety  of  the  whole  town;  he  should  cooperate  without  question,  right?  but  rory  was  also  family.      "     ...   is  that  the  only  plan  we  have  at  the  moment?  seems  harsh,  kid.   "

Flynn rolls his eyes. Seems Hansel's "rusty" is still pretty killer so Flynn mentally applauds himself for getting on the man's good side.

"You're telling me there wasn't smoke and trash back in our worlds? Just looked a little different is all."

He steps up and puts a hand on Hansel's pressing his chest against the man's back.

"And trust me, I'm not throwing anything away for my toys. Just adding them into all the fun."

He places a tantalizing kiss behind Hansel's ear, wrapping his other arm around the man's waist.

"Now, you gonna tell me how you are after your trip or am I gonna have to bring it out of you with my tongue?"

"     there  was,  but  only  when  a  witch  was  being  burned  at  the  stake.  it  was  gruesome,  but  at  least  the  smell  didn't  cling  that  much  in  the  air,     "                 hansel  says  with  a  smirk.  well,  at  least  some  of  his  sardonic  humor  is  back  and  unchanged.  he  would  have  said  a  whole  lot  more  dreadful  things  then...  if  he  didn't  feel  eugene  against  his  back.

he  sighed  again,  this  time  with  a  little  bit  of  relief,  especially  when  he  felt  the  kiss  on  his  cheek.  by  the  gods  of  the  homelands,  was  he  really  this  starved  of  touch?      "     hmm?  i  was  considering  trauma  dumping  on  you  about  how  i  really  feel...  but  now  i'm  curious  about  that  tongue.  can  we  go  with  that?     "

Rory walks in, nervous as hell as well as jittery. He can feel the moon waxing, getting closer and closer. And while he loves his grandpa and all he does for him, there's only so much the old man can do in Pellar. He needs other people with resources.

And with a brother-in-law in the law enforcement, the man definitely has resources. He walks through the reception area and through the bullpen to Florian's office.

"Well, lucky for me, I'm looking for a prince turned sheriff who fucks my brother and looks dreamy in whatever he's wearing."

The joke comes out shaky but he manages to put on a smile. How convincing it is, he doesn't know. He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe. God, his brother hit the jackpot. Tall, beefy, and hard in all the right places.

florian  turned,  then  looked  at  the  jittering  boy  in  front  of  him  and  raised  an  eyebrow.                 even  if  the  boy  tried  his  best  to  hide  the  shakes  and  the  nerves,  the  years  florian  had  spent  as  the  town's  sheriff  had  certainly  honed  his  skills  in  picking  up  those  signals.  he  knew  there  was  something  more  to  this  visit   ... 

he  just  needed  to  know  exactly  what  it  was,  even  if  part  of  him  felt  he  would  regret  knowing  the  answer.    "     rory.  i  didn't  expect  you  to  be  here,     "     he  said  with  a  sigh.  the  curse  of  his  good  heart  and  the  need  to  help  people  had  struck  again.    "     that's  not  really  how  i  would  describe  my  relationship  with  your  brother,  but  i  will  take  the  compliment.  how  can  i  help  you,  kid?     "

(suggestive roleplay starters for muses tangled in tension, attraction, and everything they’re trying not to say)

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to think straight.”

“You should really stop standing that close… unless you’re trying to make a point.”

“Your heart’s racing. Is it fear, or something else?”

“You’ve got no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“Say my name again. Slower.”

“If I leaned in right now, would you stop me?”

“Careful—keep staring and people might notice what you’re thinking.”

“You always smell like trouble.”

“You make it hard to remember why this is a bad idea.”

“If you wanted me to leave, you would’ve made me by now.”

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“You really don’t need to touch me to make your point… but I’m not complaining.”

“Do you always breathe this heavily when someone’s near you?”

“You’re shaking. Is that anger—or anticipation?”

“You shouldn’t be this close to me. I might take it the wrong way.”

“I think you like testing my patience.”

“You don’t have to say anything—your body already did.”

“One step closer, and you’ll find out exactly what I mean.”

“You’ve been staring at my mouth all night.”

“This is dangerous, you know that.”

“For once, I’d like to know what you’re thinking when you look at me like that.”

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t mean them.”

“Do you really think I came here for conversation?”

“There’s something about the way you say my name that ruins me.”

“If I touch you now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“You look like sin dressed up in restraint.”

“You’re not helping by looking at me like that.”

“This tension is going to break eventually. Might as well decide how.”

“You always show up when I’m trying to forget you.”

“I should go—but I don’t want to.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍

“You keep pretending it’s just banter. It’s not.”

“Maybe we’re both too stubborn to admit what this is.”

“If I told you I’ve thought about this before, would that scare you?”

“This is dangerous, but gods, it feels right.”

“You’re trembling—don’t tell me you’re not feeling this too.”

“You can’t keep playing with fire and expect not to get burned.”

“Don’t look at me like that. I might forget how to be decent.”

“Every time you leave, I pretend I don’t care. I’m a terrible liar.”

“If this is a mistake, it’s one I’ll make twice.”

“You make temptation look far too easy to love.”

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

a litany of prompts exploring intimacy and sexuality. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[beg.] sender makes receiver beg before giving them what they want.

[fumble.] sender struggles impatiently with receiver's clothes.

[shh.] sender stuffs their fingers in receiver's mouth to keep them quiet.

[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.

[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.

[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.

[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.

[drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver.

[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time.

[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.

[deep.] sender pushes receiver's head down during oral until they gag.

[eager.] sender holds receiver's head still and fucks their mouth.

[anchor.] sender pins receiver's hips while eating them out.

[grind.] sender grinds their hips into receiver while receiver gives them oral.

[press.] sender pushes a hand against receiver's stomach while inside them.

[hold.] sender grabs receiver's hand to hold while they have sex.

[pin.] sender pins receiver's wrists above their head.

[straddle.] sender straddles receiver's body to restrain them.

[clutch.] sender clutches receiver's jaw to hold their head still.

[hollow.] sender presses a thumb into the hollow of receiver's throat.

[cradle.] sender cradles receiver's throat in their hand, applying light pressure.

[stay.] sender cockwarms receiver.

[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.

[stare.] sender forces receiver to maintain eye contact.

[cling.] sender wraps their legs tight around receiver's waist while they have sex.

[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex.

[suckle.] sender sucks on receiver's chest and nipples.

[eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.

[praise.] sender praises receiver for taking it well.

[hush.] sender forbids receiver from making a sound.

[chokehold.] sender locks receiver's throat in the crook of their arm.

[mark.] sender leaves hickeys on receiver where they will be seen later.

[nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck.

𓃔 - "Definitely looking to have a package fit snug inside of me." William begins to say, his eyes not leaving their place of interest. He bit his lip as the reporter's eyes traveled back up the other man's broader and bigger build. William's legs spread themselves slightly as a result. He was always a stubborn little shit, but waking up in the care of the men in blue of Pellar's Town, William simply had to give his thanks to the officer.

"I did say I would behave..." William shrugs, cheekily smiling up at him before rising from the cell bed. He pats Florian on his shoulder, leaning against the taller man as he continues, "Though, it would help a lot more if you were there to keep me from causing trouble, scared straight style, you know?" He rests his chin against the top of Florian's shoulder. "But I'll be good... today..." He grins, hands paw themselves against Florian's arm.

"       jesus   fucking   christ,   kid.   you're   just   gonna   keep   on   doing   this   today,   huh?       "                       florian   stood   like   an   immovable   statue   then,   arms   crossed   and   legs   firmly   planted   to   the   ground,   as   he   watched   william   move   about   the   cell   like   a   fucking   cat   in   heat.   he   knew   that   he   should   be   used   to   this   now.   it   wasn't   the   first   time   the   boy   had   acted   like   this,   especially   toward   him.   he's   been   very   good   at   avoiding   his   little   playful   jabs   before,   despite   his   body   reacting   otherwise.

maybe   today   was   the   day   his   body   just   decided   to   quit   playing   the   game.   the   day   he   would   let   his   demons   peek   through   the   walls   of   authority   that   he's   built   up   over   the   years,   finally   let   them   out   to   play.   the   tightness   in   his   pants   certainly   wanted   it.   he   let   william   lean   himself   against   him,   though   a   little   movement   from   him   made   sure   that   his   erection   touched   william's   skin       ...       letting   the   other   feel   the   blood   that's   surging,   betraying   the   calm   demeanor.

and   when   the   sheriff   was   finally   fed   up,   his   massive   hand   grabbed   at   william's   arm.   and   he   spoke   with   a   deep   tone,   the   authority   thick   in   his   words.        "       fine,   then.   i'm   taking   you   home,       "        he   said,   then   pushed   him   to   the   door   leading   outside.