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less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes

ACTIONS: (add + to reverse who does the action)

✦ to finger my muse  ✧ to give my muse oral  ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public ✻ to catch my muse masturbating  ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours ❆ to tease my muse  ❁ for our muses first time  ✶ for something awkward to happen during sex ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex  ♤ for my muse to help yours undress  ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing  ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched  ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure  ♞ my muse gets a cramp during sex ♦ my muse sneezes during sex ♟ my muse says the wrong name during sex ✪ for our muses to be intimate in nature © for morning sex  ✘ to eat food off of my muse  ♕ make your own scenario 

WORDS: 

“god, you look so good”  “fuck—” “i got you, baby”  “you’re being so good for me”  “i promise i’ll be a good”  “please”  “you have to be quiet if you want to cum”  “say please?”  “are you gonna be good for me?”  “shit— i have to pee” “wait, that hurts” “not there” “that feels so good”  “touch me here”  “did you just yawn?”  “you make me feel so good”  “do you like this?”  “i want to hear you when you cum”  “i’m so close”  “i need you”  “how much do you want to cum?” “turn around” “your fingers feel amazing” “i’m yours”  “you’re mine” “tell me you’re mine”  “you sound so pretty when you moan”  “harder” “wait—” “is this okay?” “say it again” “i love you”

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Under c o v e r . . .

@heartxheavy [music inspiration]

His heart had never beat this fast. Oliver Adler, otherwise known as the Aqueous Witchlock, was one of a trio of brothers possessing an aspect of the water element along with psionic abilities and an fragment of time. He happened to be by the peer taking pictures when three SUV’s sounded from the distance. Typically that was a sign of activity by none other than Nathaniel Pratt’s witch hunters, but it wasn’t them that drove him away, his camera slung around his neck. His steps were heavy, uncalculated, and breath was uneasy. Streams of fire continued to fly past him, Oliver slamming against a brick wall before turning sharply not even looking at this point where he was running. His ability to slow time hadn’t worked and his greatest weakness his fear was messing with his powers. “Christ. The ONE time I need you, you aren’t here!” He screamed out referring to his eldest brother who would have put ice on the fiery demon’s legs or he could have simply froze time. He had one move left, and one move only.

Oliver turned so his back hit another brick wall and the blonde witchlock extended his hands, tapping into blood bending which was something that took a lot of his energy. He attempted to channel the water in the demon’s body but that simply illicit a manic laugh. Oliver winced and closed his eyes as he saw the stream of fire head his way. Apparently said fire was too hot which is why any attempt of his Hydrokinesis evaporated. 

Who was this creep?

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@heartxheavy

Breach couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Although Manahi was incredibly intelligent he was a gentle soul so any time the man of shadow tossed sarcasm his way, it was always seemingly in a way to call Owen out on his bullshit. A slight flush crept into his cheeks and a smile crept up his face. “Meditation...really? This early?” He purposefully did a few jumping jacks in front of the other before like a spark his veins lit up like the stars in the sky above, his eyes turning fully white. With a telekinetic gesture with a wave of his hand, he lifted Boogeyman up and brought the man close to him. Once the other touched down to the ground he pressed his now cool hands against Manahi’s shoulders channeling his icy touch. “The day I decide to try and find peace, is the day I settle down.” 

Another hint. Another statement Owen Adler (previously Mercer before the discovery of his Tyrant grandfather known as Torrent) would eagerly deny and avoid all together. 

He had in his mind at least as of right now that love wasn’t meant to come his way. After the destruction to his heart from his relationship with Ken, he couldn’t give into any spark that he felt for the shadow mutant. Something he’d always felt...yet pushed to the depths of his soul or to the darkest part of his mind. That was the thing about shadows though. Whether or not one wanted it to, shadows exist and always follow. 

“I’m allowed to be in a good mood. Emmett Frost isn’t around or trying to sink his stupid hand into my brother’s pants. So obviously, I’m a ray of fucking sunshine.” 

He did something understated, but something he knew crossed a boundary and that would offset Manahi. He combed his fingers through Manahi’s hair, brushing his thumb behind his ear. Then without a moments notice he let go and took off in a sprint. “No powers, Boogey! I’ll beat you to the coffee shop before dawn!” Of course, being at the mansion had all of the amenities one would want, but the coffee shop they spoke off was quite the distance and it would tire them both out like a full session in the danger room. As long as they got there before the beating sun would annoy Breach, Boogeyman might be graced with his good mood for more than a few fleeting moments.

There were days that Owen felt like no one noticed the good in him. Yet Manahi, always was by his side.

At least, for now. 

It’s Only Life

@heartxheavy

Breach otherwise known as Owen Adler was the eldest of a psionic trio descendent from Irene Adler otherwise known as Destiny. When his mother died, he took care of his younger brothers to the best of his ability. He was one of the strongest Telepaths/Telekinetics in the states and it seemed as though he was always putting his life on hold for someone else...or something else. He’d been having an affair with a married man for several years before he finally was “courageous” enough to tell Kendrick goodbye. It was a heartbreak that he had to shut all contact with the other off, blocking him through all means of social media, his phone number, and refused any contact with the man. He poured himself into some obscure missions for the X-men putting himself in the most dangerous of positions. Along with his emotional mind, he managed to foster quite the friendship with a man named Manahi. They’d been friends for years, but had grown much closer through this. Owen; however, shut Manahi down when the other tried to bring Kendrick up. It was a wound he couldn’t trust anyone to get close to...at least not yet.

The “battle” for power or dominance in the mutant world seemed to be quiet as of late. There wasn’t any major shifts with the Brotherhood, and they hadn’t heard from the Morlocks for quite some time. Thankfully the Hellfire Club had seemingly been silent. Owen was awake at 5 in the morning again sticking to the pact he made with Manahi. They worked out together every morning before the sun came up especially where it was summer. Despite looking nice with a tan, Owen hated super warm weather at least when he wasn’t swimming or biking. He was dressed just in a pair of work-out shorts, and a pair of tennis shoes. His hairy toned chest was exposed as it always was - even in his mutant uniform though his mutation wasn’t active so his veins weren’t glowing yet. He was about to use his Telepathy to wake the other up or search for him when he saw the man come out into the courtyard. Owen tossed him a smile. “It’s about time. Was going to jolt you awake, Mojito.” Mojito was a nickname he’d called the other ever since their first night getting plastered drunk with one another. There were a few events from...that night that they didn’t talk about. 

“You ready to keep up with me, old man?” He winked at the other. 

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You weren’t born evil… life made you that way… you lost everyone you loved and cared about

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Send “Chained” to have successfully captured my muse for a thread

My muse cannot escape, feel free to detail how they caught them

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I’m ready to make my RP return! Who wants to play?!

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The Morning After Sentence Starters

“Get out, get out, get out, get out!”

“Do you remember anything from last night?”

“Why are you in my bed?”

“I’d offer you breakfast, but I think I’m too sore to move.”

“So.. Was it good?”

“Who topped?”

“I thought you’d be gone by the time I woke up…”

“I should go.”

“This didn’t mean anything.”

“We shouldn’t have done this…”

“Of course I’m freaking out! You’re my friend!”

“I’m guessing this was a one time thing?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I’ll grab my clothes and get out of here.”

“Good morning, hope you don’t mind me borrowing your shirt..”

“I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?”

“This stays between us.”

“Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you.”

“Are you sneaking out on me?”

“So, how much for last night?”

“Holy shit! she’s on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!”

“Don’t answer it!”

“Do you have any idea how wrong this was?”

“We’re cheaters. We’re horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now.”

“..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?”

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

[chasingtides423]

Send my Muse some stars!

✪ = I wanna kill you ✪✪ = I hate you ✪✪✪ = I kinda dislike you ✪✪✪✪ = You’re okay ✪✪✪✪✪ = Whoa you’re kinda cute ✪✪✪✪✪✪ = Stop being so perfect ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = *nosebleed* ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = oh god you are hella sexy ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = I wanna have sex with you ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = Marry me

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Send me ≋ to share a bath with my muse

[chasingtides423]

less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes

ACTIONS: (add + to reverse who does the action)

✦ to finger my muse  ✧ to give my muse oral  ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public ✻ to catch my muse masturbating  ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours ❆ to tease my muse  ❁ for our muses first time  ✶ for something awkward to happen during sex ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex  ♤ for my muse to help yours undress  ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing  ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched  ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure  ♞ my muse gets a cramp during sex ♦ my muse sneezes during sex ♟ my muse says the wrong name during sex ✪ for our muses to be intimate in nature © for morning sex  ✘ to eat food off of my muse  ♕ make your own scenario 

WORDS: 

“god, you look so good”  “fuck—” “i got you, baby”  “you’re being so good for me”  “i promise i’ll be a good”  “please”  “you have to be quiet if you want to cum”  “say please?”  “are you gonna be good for me?”  “shit— i have to pee” “wait, that hurts” “not there” “that feels so good”  “touch me here”  “did you just yawn?”  “you make me feel so good”  “do you like this?”  “i want to hear you when you cum”  “i’m so close”  “i need you”  “how much do you want to cum?” “turn around” “your fingers feel amazing” “i’m yours”  “you’re mine” “tell me you’re mine”  “you sound so pretty when you moan”  “harder” “wait—” “is this okay?” “say it again” “i love you”

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Anyone online?

I finally have my /own/ apartment to myself. Lol. Gonna do some writing.

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reblog if you care about your rp partners health, mental state or worry about them if they are not online.

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When The Night Is Over

@northwrites​

The famous X-men “team” had evolved so many times over through the years the factions changing, team members shifting, alliances breaking, or tragedy taking it’s toll time after time. He’d received the invitation to join not only the school faculty, but to become a temporary member of the X-men. Oscar Adler otherwise known as Gimmick was a mutant possessing Nephokinesis or the ability of vapor manipulation as well as psionic gifts surrounding Illusion Manipulation. He also happened to have a way with words which is why he joined the teachers filling the English professor position. 

After almost a week of being at the institute, he’d caught notice of a certain mutant named Iceman. He didn’t exactly have an easy “in” like his brothers did when it came to communication. He couldn’t read minds or see the future, so he was stuck on using the age old trick of body language but it seemed to be very cold from Bobby Drake. One night after a solo practice in the Danger Room, Gimmick changed out of his X-uniform and headed for the showers. His uniform was placed back into its main compartment and he grabbed a towel and headed down the hall of showers, choosing the last one on the left. Water fell from the spout and he used his ability to increase the steam making it very foggy almost impossible to see. He washed his naked form, a very deep bruise appearing on his lower right back from where one of the modules had tossed him into the wall when he was cut off guard. “Christ.” He cursed low as he rubbed a wash cloth over it, feeling the pain almost immediately. He closed his eyes though and continued to wash himself, unaware of any surroundings besides himself, the water, and the steam. 

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The Hazy Witchlock’s lips were curled upwards into a smirk as he gazed at the other. “Don’t bother with that, the chains have fae dust mixed with unicorn hair to make your powers immobile.” He was dressed in only leather pants, his curly blonde hair pushed back as he walked over to the surprised Darklighter, running his hand down the other’s bare chest. He bent to bite a mark against Damon’s jaw. “How does it feel...to have someone seduce or control the master of seduction? Your song won’t work on me, beau.” He ghosted his fingers over Damon’s crotch. 

@schwarzerengeltm

“Chained”

Send “Chained” to have successfully captured my muse for a thread // Accepting

@castingtides​

When Damon came to, his hands were tied, there was a dull pounding in his head, and he couldn’t move.

„Wat de Höll?“

Disoriented—and annoyed—he tried to orb out of his bindings… only to find that he couldn’t. And as his vision cleared and the headache faded somewhat, the Darklighter realized he didn’t recognize his surroundings.

„Woneem bün ik?“

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@heartxheavy

Oliver was so conflicted. His desires for Emery never disappeared. Despite the turmoil that still existed between them...his feelings were as real as the blood coursing through his body. Did he know if he’d ever get over the betrayal he witnessed? To some it would have seemed...like no big deal to witness...a kiss. For Oliver though, in ways that was almost worse had it been something sexual. He knew Emery knew that. For how many times the man attempted to get him back but Oliver put a solidified wall up stronger than Emery’s diamond form. With the danger surrounding them he should have pulled himself out of this dream but it was the first real thing he allowed himself to feel. 

His eyes gazed up when his hair was tugged, blue meeting raven black like water under a night’s sky where the stars are too far but still illuminate the most gorgeous onyx shade. “I..” He felt himself overcome not only with pleasure but his emotions coming to the surface. His hips rushed forward, his length filling Emery fully, one arm wrapping under the other’s sweaty body trapped against the too expensive sheets of Emery’s bed and the man’s glistening skin while his other slid down Emery’s sculpted chest. “I’ll never stop loving you. Do you understand me?” He paused the movement in his hips his length throbbing inside his lover which wasn’t under his own control. His hand climbed and cupped Emery’s jaw, thumb caressing under his lip. “I’ll never stop. Please...I need you to believe me.” As much as the command Sinister had over their lifeless forms, the mutant inhibitor collars clearly jamming their gifts for the most part, whether this was a dream or reality he needed him to know. Oliver kissed Emery hard. He let out a gasp, tongue swiping over Emery’s teeth as he started to thrust faster and harder, filling him completely only to leave, and back once more. “Christ!” 

Oliver’s body was sweating and each movement held back by the chains that gripped him to the slab he was confined to. Whatever disgusting experiment of Sinister’s that this was...it was clearly working. He didn’t have enough control to wake despite all the factors surrounding them. “Emery...” He groaned out loud, the machine pleasing Oliver mimicking sensations and as much control as he would have liked to say he had, his “dream” mirrored the movement of the damned machine against his cock. “Em...Em...” He began panting on the outside his arousal strong...considering aside from his hand he hadn’t been pleased by his lover or anyone for that matter well over for a month. Before he knew it his body convulsed and his hot seed disappeared into the container stream after stream, Oliver’s moans filling the room almost louder than “Sabretooth’s” instinctful growl. It was a rush so powerful that he almost woke up again a brief glow coming from his hands as he almost willed control over the water in the blood of those around him to come towards him. But what it really did? Was move him to another...dream. 

“Emery!” Oliver screamed in panic. His heart was racing on the verge of a damned panic attack as he ran down the endless hall mirroring the underground of the mansion. He passed the doors to the danger room and turned sharply when he saw what appeared to be Emery laying “lifeless” on a slap but his limbs weren’t confined like in reality. The hydrokinetic psionic mutant rushed to his side and he gripped his lover’s face. “Please...Emery. Come on.” He patted his face gently at first but then more firmly. He shouted Emery’s mutant name trying to waken him and once he saw those gorgeous onyx eyes...he brushed his thumbs against his cheeks. “We need to figure this out. I need you to help me. I need you to let me help you. We need to leave the past aside and get out of here. Please tell me...tell me it’s you. Not some dream manifestation. I need it to be you.” A wordless Emery Frost left him nothing but with fear. Oliver instead tried another tactic and he kissed him, passionately, hard, with haste. They needed to overpower the damned collars. 

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Of course. The familiar jabs coming from Emery Frost gave away the fact the other had moved beyond blaring misery and right into iron steel walls of defense turning his pain into anger against Charlie like /he/ was the one that messed up. Prophet could see through his facade regardless of what the other tried to project. He didn’t have to read Emery’s mind to know how the other was feeling. He knew he fucked up. Charlie might have been...taking it to the extreme by ignoring him but that is how Charlie handled his emotions. It was like a tidal wave. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve chosen someone else.” It was obvious Emery committed the greatest “sin” in a relationship with Charlie despite the events that took place for it to even be carried out. He ignored every bit of his surroundings including the headband which blocked his third eye which had the potential of him picking up a vision that could have changed everything.

His eyes locked onto Emery and it was greater than the death glare he’d given him that day when he came out of his bedroom after Breach and Regent were fighting. “A melodrama caused by YOU!” His heart rate increased and the water in Charlie’s water bottle shook as if it was trying to cascade out of the bottle like a break in a damn holding back the world’s oceans. “Don’t you dare try to tell me my emotions get in the way of my work. I know what our mission is. Banshee would NOT have had your back.” He knew the plane was still flying but he undid his seat belt and stood holding onto one of the shelve columns next to him as he stared down at Emery. “I have NEVER not had your back in battle. You turned your back against me. Continue your fairy tale with Iceman for all I care, but my emotions make me strong. Never question them.”

He grabbed his bag and moved to sit towards the end of the plane still securing his headband and missing the psychic energy that would have radiated towards him as if Fate was calling his name.

Limbs were entangled under the sheet in his bedroom as Prophet gave out a shaky gasp, sweat dripping off his light tanned body falling down on the Diamond Prince below him as he finished inside the other reaching climax. He didn’t fully collapse but settled his weight on top of the other, his lips finding Emery’s as he kissed him passionately, two of his eyes closed and his third open. His length throbbed still inside the other and eventually he slid out and rolled off his lover, pulling Emery in to spoon him. “You and Bobby are going to do great tomorrow. You better tell him to watch out for you...and you better come back to me.”

The memory of making love to Emery flashed through his mind, the night before the mission that lead to the greatest betrayal of Charlie’s life. He didn’t speak to Regent the rest of the plane ride and secured his headband once more as it had loosened before he was walking down the stairs of the mini blackbird. Of course he was distracted by his ex-lover’s presence, the headband limiting his psychic abilities, and the cursed memories that played through his mind. Had he not been he might have been prepared for what they both were about to face. Something...that caught them both clearly off guard.

When he realized what was happening, or caught on to /something/ fear quickly hit him as he turned, horror in his eyes as he reached out for Emery but just as their eyes met, Prophet fell slowly to the ground his body falling by the telekinetic control of another mutant and an overpowering rush of sleep consumed him until his form was completely lifeless, his headband falling off and blowing away from him with the wind as a shadowy figure stood before him and Regent.

They fell into a trap...a trap that wasn’t meant for them...but nevertheless. Dreams were not going to be made rather nightmares were about to unfold.