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SEND “FLESH” FOR MY MUSES REACTION TO YOUR MUSE PUSHING THEM UP AGAINST A WALL AND BITING THEIR NECK

With his back pressing against the wall and Murphy’s face buried deep against his neck, the funny man lets out a long and low groan. Well this was one fucking way to be greeted upon seeing him after so fucking long and it was a greeting he wasn’t about to complain about either.

“Fuckin’ A, Murph.” Rocco writhes against the wall, torso and hips pressing out to just get a brush with Murphy’s, it’d been far too fucking long and all Rocco wanted was to have their flesh pressing flush to one another.

Carl & Michonne had left awhile ago, and had left Rick at the house to rest. The man was grateful for the time alone, and he spent it mourning over the loss of his daughter, his home, and the love of his life. Sitting on the  old  bed,  he takes a moment to allow his emotions to spill forward until he's crying.  

             Minutes pass, and his broken heart is nowhere near healing. He's              cut out of his thoughts when he hears  footsteps  downstairs.  He              knows that it isn't Carl or  Michonne, they hadn't  been  gone  too              long. The man forces himself to his feet with  a  grunt  before  he              leans against the wall, and readies himself for whatever's coming              up the stairs. It's either a walker or a living person.  

He peers around the corner when he sees who it is, and his jaw drops. It's Murphy.  Murphy.  He  thought  he  was  dead.  Gone. Forever lost. He doesn't even think when shoots out of his hiding place, and throws his arms around the other man.

            "Y-You're okay."

( YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH. )

SEND ME ‘HUH?’ AND MY MUSE WILL TALK TO YOURS IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE.

sad ‘n’ fluffy rp starters!

if our muses were a couple… (send me a “ship it!” and i’ll tell you what i think)

>What their OTP name would be: Rocphy, Murphco o_O

>Who would confess first: Rocco would probably end up slipping his confession out on accident, they'd be playing around, rough housing most likely. It'd slip and then I could see the horsing around turning into something more passionate.

>Which one would be more dominant: They'd share dominance, take turns depending on each others moods.

>Which one would do the cooking: Rocco doesn't trust Murphy's cooking to save his life. So he'd end up being the one to cook all their meals.

>How long they’d stay together: 5ever

>What they’d do together on a day off: I don't see these two really having a day off given their jobs. But if they have a down day, where nothing magically happens with the Mafia. It'd probably be spent naked.

>What they’d be like in bed: Can see their favorite being anything rough and kinky.