Nothing but an Experiment.

add context   &   change gendered language to your needs .   happy roleplaying !!

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

starter sentences for breaking the ice and first time meetings! feel free to change pronouns/tenses/etc. as needed!

❝ you must be new! i didn’t catch your name! ❞

❝ hey there! i’m [name]. looks like we’re working together! ❞

❝ i’m supposed to meet [name] here. any chance that’s you? ❞

❝ i don’t think we’ve met. let’s fix that, shall we? i’m [name]! ❞

❝ i’m sorry to bother you! i’m new here, and… lost. can you help me? ❞

❝ you look lost, do you need help? ❞

❝ um, can you break this bill? i need coins for the vending machine. ❞

❝ hey i’ve got extra time on the dryer; you’re welcome to it. ❞

❝ excuse me, could you hand me that– ❞

❝ i’m sorry; do you mind if i sit here? ❞

❝ it’s your first time too, huh? ❞

❝ i know a new face when i see one. ❞

❝ you stick out like a sore thumb here. ❞

❝ usually this isn’t a place to meet new people, but here we are! ❞

❝ hey you! being a wallflower won’t gain you friends, come say hi! ❞

❝ kind of a loner too, huh? maybe we can stick together? ❞

❝ let’s stick together, yeah? i’m [name], how about you? ❞

❝ oh no! let me help you with that! ❞

❝ help! please?! ❞

❝ uh! a little help here?! ❞

❝ thanks! for a moment there i thought i was a goner! ❞

❝ well that’s one way to make an introduction! ❞

❝ oh no! i’m sorry! this is a horrible first impression! ❞

❝ i think we got off on the wrong foot. can we start over? ❞

His expression made it clear he did not appreciate losing his position of power. And damn, he wanted nothing more than to punch and kiss his way out of this.

“Oh, I am coming to church with you.” He threatened, crimson irises locking with green. He was going to make good on that promise. Making the most of the situation with how he was pinned, he pushed his thigh between Lucifer’s legs. Grinding upwards against his groin.

“I’m gonna bend you over that alter an’ fuck you with a cross ‘till you’re prayin’ to me.”

“Who- augh~” He didn’t even have the chance to get a word out before he felt Dhon’s thigh rub against his cock. Eyes fluttering back as he inhaled deeply through his nose, his hand released one of Dhon’s. 

Leaning down on his forearm, hand splayed, Lu growled a note of pleasure, jaw quivering. Hips rolled to meet the other man’s thigh, nails scratched against the wall as his hand furled into a fist. 

Swallowing hard, kisses were placed along Dhon’s temples, making his way to his ear. Laying his body against Dhon’s again, Lu licked his lips before going for the other man’s ear lobe. 

“How could I pray to you when I already worship you my Dhon Juan?” Lucifer’s voice was ragged, desperately flirting the line of self control as he felt the lump in his pants lurch again. Chest rising and falling, it continued to happen faster and faster. Pressing an aggressive kiss to his lips, Lu ducked down for only a moment. 

His own breathing picked up in pace. Heat pooling in the base of his stomach and his skin beginning to burn with flushed anticipation. His freed hand dropped to grab tightly into Lucifer's shirt, holding in with a feverish possessiveness. As if to make sure Lu didn't pull away.

He returned the kiss with as much desperate vigor, his thoughts falling away into the abyss of uncontrollable lust. He almost made a whining noise when Lucifer separated their lips, and through the haze of desire he didn't have time to see what was coming.

"Wh--hey?!" He barked out in alarm ahen he was swept off of his feet, the air knocked from his lungs on impact with Lucifer's shoulder. He scrambled to find purchase on Lucifer's back with his hands. Neck arching back to try and catch any glimpse of Lu's face and express his annoyance.

Despite his agitation, a spark of unfiltered laughter ached past his lips.

My room? Fucking asshole.

He watched Lucifer with a gaze that screamed bitter anger while the musician sipped at his cocktail. Public humiliation was something he never took well to.

He chose to ignore him and turn to his cocktail, staring down the icy drink with mild disdain.

Cold beverages felt horrible in his mouth. He never understood what made ice so appealing to people. Reaching his hands out and cupping them around the glass without touching the chilly surface, he blasted up the heat around the cocktail to warm the beverage up.

Glancing back at Lucifer, he was caught off guard for a second seeing the little paper umbrella jutting from his glasses. And damnit if it didn’t try and pull a smile to his lips.

Stop it. You’re supposed to be pissed off.

“So what if I do?” He rebuttled, finally lifting his drink when it had heated up enough to start steaming.

“There’s nothin’ appealin’ about the cold.”

“I never said that there was anything wrong about that, I was merely making a comment. Doing my best to lift the mood since someone seems so sour about being alive. Is it because I’m all the way over here? My poor Dhon Juan.”

Reaching a hand out across the table, he was just asking to get burned. “I promise I’m not so far away. Hey now wait a second, I thought you were supposed to make me feel better? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do as a body guard?”

Thoughts of the suited men at the hotel finally started to buzz back around to his present consciousness. Taking a generous swig of his drink, Lu bit his lower lip thinking. 

“You didn’t happen to know any of those people back at the hotel, did you?”

Ugh. He had accidentally burned off the alcohol. He made a bitter face and pushed it away.

"Bodyguards are 'sposed to keep ya from gettin' your ass handed to you." He retorted, finally making eye contact again.

The question about the suited men caught him off guard, and he immediately turned his attention elsewhere.

"Uhh... No, no idea." He responded quickly, a knot twisting in his gut when he thought about the backpack shoved away in their hotel room.

That laptops gotta be important.

@protector-of-the-fae