The Guilty Ones

✦ 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.

Dean suppressed the urge to snort at his remark — the guy hardly looked the type to hurt him, although he wasn't idiotic enough to think it couldn't be done. He had his ass handed to him several times from people he least expected, until he had wised up and kept his guard up. Some librarian was no different. Even so, he spotted that the other man seemed to relax when he lowered the gun. He listened, a bit impatiently, as the guy rambled on about the cameras, a nervous laugh punctuating the air.

"I'm not gonna kill you," he replied gruffly yet candidly, "Not unless you make the mistake of attacking me first. So, uh... do us both a favor and don't do that." He watched as Hannes fiddled with the lock, and when it was finally open, he followed the man inside. At the mention of his boss, Dean quirked a brow slightly. "Name and address?" he questioned steadily, as if it were just a routine inquiry. Gesturing to a pen and a notepad on the surface of the desk nearby, he added, "Gonna need you to write 'em down."

"Oh, no... no, I knew you aren't going to hurt me... I mean, I did for a minute, but..." Hannes rambled for a hot second, trying his best to just keep this rolling since he knew he was going to end up losing this job because of this. When asked about his boss' name and address, he quirked a brow, looking up to him from his crouched position. "Uh, yeah sure hold on, um..." He reached for the pad of paper and a pen, quickly writing his boss' name and address down before handing it over to him. "Do you need to talk with him, or? ....I mean, I can also show you where it's at if you need help? Just a few blocks away, really.."

These prompts assume that both muses are soulmates.   Send   + [reverse]    for our muses to switch places.

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Dean paused for a long moment, brows knitting together with a sliver of confusion, although he was still on high alert. He seemed to mull over the offer about opening the safe, and then gave a slight inclination toward the man. "All right, fine," he responded brusquely, tone begrudging and laced with his evident distrust, "But no funny business, got it? One wrong move — that's it."

Hannes stared right at him as he waited for a response, gulping thickly around the lump that was lodged in his throat. As Dean spoke, he gave a small nod before replying with a soft "Now put it down...", watching as he lowered the gun and placed it on the table. "I won't harm you for even a second, I swear." He breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body finally relaxing.

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"Let me distract you."

"Let's misbehave."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

"I'm putting you on my to-do list."

"I'd look good on you."

"Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."

"Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?"

"I seem to have lost my number, can I have yours?"

"You're even more beautiful than yesterday."

"Shouldn't you be in my bed?"

"Trouble never looked so goddamn fine."

"You're a bad idea, but I like bad ideas."

"Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension."

"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."

"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?"

"Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."

"Smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips."

"Your lips would look so much better on mine."

"You know we should save some water, shower together."

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel."

"I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."

"The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked."

"I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours."

"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that."

"Your shirt has to go, but you can stay."

"You owe me a drink because when I saw you I dropped mine."

"You must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all day."

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out."

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(OOC) Lmao, thanks for sending this in! :D Hannes seems interesting, so this should be fun~ Just a few reminders: you're not obligated to match my length (I can get pretty detailed at times) and if any of my colors or the small font bother you, please let me know and I'll adjust that so you're comfortable. 💜 ♡ For anyone curious, here's more info on Baphomet ♡ Collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence ♡ Starter for @himbosquad

Dean had lockpicked himself into the library late in the night, aiming to retrieve an old spellbook from the safe in the main office. There were demons on the search to get ahold of it, a spell inside that was rumored to call upon Baphomet. What he hadn't expected was that one of the librarians had accidentally dozed off in the building. When he was halfway through cracking the code on the safe, the faint creak of the door opening behind him set Dean on high alert.

Within a split second, his gun was drawn and pointed toward the figure in the doorway, wariness evident in his sharp features. Scanning over the man before him, his brows arched slightly with a mix of guardedness and determination. "Yeah, well," came his steady, gruff voice, "You should be. Start talking — what do you know about the book in that safe?"

Hannes had a habit of staying past hours at the library, making sure everything was all tip top and neat, but tonight.... Tonight, despite him not knowing at the time, would be different. He heard noises outside the front of the library, not thinking anything of it, until he heard the jingling of the doorknob. "He usually doesn't come back this late..." He murmured to himself, thinking it was his boss. However the footsteps after the door was open alerted him big time. They were heavy, almost boot like, and walked in a strange way. So he moved to the doorway to try and get a quick peek.