we drank the water.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (usft dialouge prompts)

❝ i’m not letting you sleep tonight. ❞

❝ i want to wreck you so good you forget your own name. ❞

❝ don't hold back i want it all. ❞

❝ you started this. now finish it. ❞

❝ get over here and take it. ❞

❝ you look better underneath me. ❞

❝ i’m going to ruin you for anyone else. ❞

❝ be a good thing and open up for me. ❞

❝ let me hear how much you need it. ❞

❝ i want to memorize every sound you make. ❞

❝ you're shaking already? we’re just getting started. ❞

❝ strip. now. ❞

❝ i’m going to have you begging for mercy. ❞

❝ you make the prettiest sounds when you break. ❞

❝ spread your legs for me. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you’re desperate. ❞

❝ stay still or i’ll make you. ❞

❝ you’re not allowed to come until i say so. ❞

❝ don’t think. just feel. ❞

❝ tell me how bad you need it. ❞

❝ you're not leaving this bed until i'm done with you. ❞

❝ you look so good when you're falling apart. ❞

❝ i’m going to leave you trembling. ❞

❝ stay nice and loud for me, sweetheart. ❞

❝ such a needy little thing, aren’t you? ❞

❝ i want every last drop of you. ❞

❝ no one else gets to see you like this. only me. ❞

❝ i’ll go slow... if you beg. ❞

❝ don’t even think about holding back your moans. ❞

❝ if you can still think, i’m not doing it right. ❞

❝ this isn’t over until you’re completely ruined. ❞

❝ you’re going to take everything i give you. ❞

❝ i’m not stopping until you're shaking and crying for me. ❞

❝ hands behind your back. i want to control everything. ❞

❝ so needy. so messy. so perfect. ❞

❝ you're dripping already? god, you’re filthy. ❞

❝ say you're mine while i ruin you. ❞

❝ you’re going to be sore tomorrow and you’ll be begging for more. ❞

❝ i’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget how to breathe. ❞

❝ look at you, falling apart just for me. ❞

❝ cry for me. i want to see it. ❞

❝ you’ll be thinking about this every time you touch yourself. ❞

❝ you're not allowed to come until you’re crying. ❞

❝ you don't get to decide when it's over. i do. ❞

❝ i’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name. ❞

❝ let me see you lose control. ❞

𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 / 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲

"So... about last night."

"Do you remember anything, or should I start from the top?"

"We said it wouldn’t mean anything. Did that change?"

"You can sneak out, or we can talk like adults."

“Did we make a mistake?”

 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 / 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲

"I could get used to waking up next to you."

"You drooled on my arm, just FYI."

"I made coffee. Thought you’d want to talk before the world comes back in."

"Let’s stay like this a little longer."

"Your hair’s a mess. It’s cute."

 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 / 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱

"Okay, whose sock is this?"

"I thought that was a dream. It wasn’t, was it?"

"Is this the part where I apologize or make breakfast?"

"I swear I’ve never done that before."

"Please tell me I didn’t cry over pizza last night."

 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹 / 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹

"We shouldn't have done that."

"I still love them. I'm sorry."

"I wish it could be more than just this."

"You deserve better than a night I can't remember."

"I don’t know what happens next."

 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 / 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹

"Mmmph... Five more minutes."

"You’re hogging the blanket again."

"Coffee or cuddles first?"

"Your alarm’s been going off for ten minutes."

✦ 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.

He places his hands over hers and speaks calmly like every word is something he has thought about carefully. “I know we have been intimate many times already but now that we have this plan I want it to feel different, to be special….i remember you telling me about a fantasy you had about defiling a church by me taking you right on the alter…maybe we could do something like that?” Dio’s face was red, talking about this so seriously was making him nervous about being able to properly express himself.

"... Right. I do remember that." She paused, rolling her shoulders back as she straightened out her posture. She didn't want to be fumbling over her words the entire time, even if it was a sensitive matter... She wanted to give both him, and their shared goal in mind the respect it deserved.

"It's alright. I appreciate the amount of thought that you've given this, I really do." She took his hand in hers, placing them both gently upon his knee.

"I... I like that idea. Making a mess in a house of God, among other things.

Come to think of it, there's an old cathedral down in the east end. I often use the steeples there as a vantage point, for when I set up my rifle. But hardly anyone goes in there now, not since they lost funding and had to move their congregation...

How about tomorrow night? No calls, no interruptions... Just the two of us. And don't worry if it doesn't happen on the first try." She squeezed his hand in hers, reassuring him as much as she was herself.

The obvious aggravation seeping out of the woman's eyes, Tomomi never told herself of the impending danger lingering in this very seat, as she was deprived of a cushion, one that will snuggle her to alleviate those back muscles. A massage chair would work wonders, an imagination arising from desperation, in search to cure her need for one.

"Work is a killer to this gentleman." A look of brief concern at first, replaced with a subtle nod and taking a seat next to him. Features upon him remained lifeless, almost like a statue. It reminded her of various victims having the same complexion.

Bold. She thought initially (of the woman, or the more appropriate term - offender) It's respectful in a way, but she avoided saying, as she crossed legs and languidly let herself bask in the white noise. It's not her place since off-duty is in place, nor does she have the effort to call for anyone, as she was on the same coin with some cases cold and some ongoing, by her own stained hands.

"How long have you known him?" Her voice was gentle and natural, as if she were genuine in her tenderness. "Your husband. Must be working in an arduous job to be sleeping here. I feel bad." Her expression was at first concerned again, to a now encouraging look. "Oh, are you both going to work? You must be looking after him. Poor thing must be exhausted.

She was used to dealing with the upbeat and outgoing, as annoying as it was, but that was just excessive. Bordering on delusional, tipping down the top half of her newspaper as her face contorted with confusion, eyes narrowed into slits, lips curled into a judgmental sneer--She was having none of it.

"... You have an overactive imagination." That was putting it mildly, but given that she had just met the woman, she curbed her tongue somewhat. Save the more cutting insults for later, if she ever saw her face again (which hopefully after first impressions, she wouldn't).

"He did try getting fresh with me. But I talked him down. He's the type who doesn't get enough at home, it seems." Even she could play into it a little bit, just to put a pin in the conversation and leave it at that. She was about to return to her newspaper, lean back in her seat and have some peace and quiet all to herself before her next stop--

But then she got a whiff of something. Something other than cheap cologne and engine exhaust.

Blood. Old, congealed blood, and raw flesh. Human flesh. She knew it all too well, having fed her hellhounds a steady diet of fresh corpses. After they helped her hunt them down and earned their keep, of course. The body was immaterial, once she had their souls.

"... Feel free to try your hand with him. Be my guest." She managed a smile, and a thin one at that. This woman might have looked young, but she was anything but human. If not physiologically, then definitely psychologically. No one with that much blood on their hands was of sound mind. She was no exception; she just had years upon years of practice, keeping her composure.

But, no. It was a Godzilla, maybe? One of them looked strangely familiar, like an imp she had seen in the upper circles...

Anyways, time to get back on track. She cleared her throat, loud enough to interrupt her concentration on whatever she was drawing.

Luna the Slayer...