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if he practically moans at being called a good boy, he’s a slut. if he begs to have his ass fucked, he’s a slut. if he’s soaked in precum when teased, he’s a slut. if he blushes when you touch him, he’s a slut. if all he thinks about is being used as a toy, he’s a slut.

if you get needy from reading posts on here, you’re a fucking slut.

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Woke up at four AM not feeling good. It’s now almost 9AM and still not fairing any better. Might not be here as much so just the queue will be running.

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send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat

this can either be aggressive or flirty. the context of why is entirely up to you and for you to specify if you'd like!

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I know it's been said before, but these two really could be cousins.

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CODY CHRISTIAN

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Julian felt the heat rise to his cheeks the moment Ethan called him little prince, but it was the way he murmured pet that had him shifting slightly in his seat, his body betraying him with the faintest squirm. He wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment, intrigue, or something in between, but damn if Ethan didn’t know exactly how to get under his skin. “You’re—” he started, but words failed him as he pressed his lips together, willing himself to regain some composure. His fingers absentmindedly toyed with the edge of his sleeve, trying to distract himself from the warmth pooling in his stomach.

Clearing his throat, he forced himself to focus on Ethan’s last question. “Romance is… complicated in the sense that I don’t really write the easy, happily-ever-after kind,” he admitted, eyes flickering toward the other man before glancing away again. “I like exploring the messy parts—the longing, the heartbreak, the push and pull between people who want each other but can’t quite get it right.” His voice softened, almost as if he were talking more to himself than Ethan now. “I think love is beautiful because of the struggle, not in spite of it.”

Julian exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head as he leaned back against the booth. “And as for whether romance interests me…” He glanced at Ethan, a teasing smirk forming despite the lingering blush on his cheeks. “I’d say you already know the answer to that.” His gaze lingered for a moment before he rolled his eyes playfully. “But if you’re expecting me to start calling myself pet, you’re out of luck.”

At the request to know the names, Ethan paused for a moment before a faint smile appeared on his face. Slowly getting up from his seat, he walked over to Julian's side of the booth and sat beside him. "Well, I couldn't help but notice how much you look like royalty, your effortless charm and beauty...regal almost, so I was thinking little prince might be a good one for you" He hummed gently, his hand moving to gently brush across Julian's thigh - up and down as he traced a pattern. His eyes remaining fixated on hi as he spoke.

"Then there was my wonder how you'd feel about being called a good boy, perhaps baby boy when you're not hiding how flustered you can get I imagine" He remarked, his smile growing a little before leaning in to murmur against his ear. "Not to mention how you'd feel about being called...pet" He mused. "Because you look like you're supposed to be utterly spoiled, even when being obedient" He smiled fondly.

"And on that note - one rule that you will have to follow while around me, is no self-deprication. I don't want to hear you dismissing yourself or putting yourself down, alright little prince?" He asked, though the authority in his voice was clear. "And you enjoy writing romance - what kind of complicated?" He remarked, before letting his hand now stop its motions and just rest on his thigh. "Is romance something that interests you?"

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Muse A is the talk of the town—a young woman (or man) who refuses to conform to society’s expectations. Free-spirited, intelligent, and unwilling to be anyone’s possession, they attract attention, admiration… and resentment.

Muse B, an ambitious social climber, sees Muse A as both a challenge and an opportunity. If they can win them over, they’ll prove their place in high society. But Muse A doesn’t fall for empty flattery—and they refuse to be caged.

The result? A battle of wits, seduction, and heartbreak, where both might lose more than they ever expected.

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↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ  as  necessary .   )

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

hide .   hide now .

shh !!  there’s somebody in the house .

i’m not gonna hurt you !  see ?  look ,  i’m putting down the  [ weapon ] .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

stop , stop !  just put the  [ weapon ]  down !

drive ,  just drive fast !

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

let me handle it ,  just go !

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed !

you’re just going to leave me here ?!

[ name ] ,  can you hear me ?  get out of there !

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

you’re not going to shoot me .

move and you die .

i’m gonna come back for you ,  do you hear me ?

we have to stop the bleeding .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i just want to go home !

don’t move a fucking muscle .

if it weren’t for you ,  we wouldn’t be in this mess .

i almost DIED back there ,  and you’re laughing ?

you’re only making this worse for yourself .

you think this is a joke ?

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

we’re gonna die ,  so what’s the point ?

this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .

i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .

where’s your first - aid kit ?!

just calm down and find your phone ,  we need to call the police .

someone’s been stalking me .

just listen to me for once !

i didn’t think you had it in you .

put the gun down ,  and kick it over here .

we can’t stick around here ,  let’s go .

kiss me before we die .

do whatever you need to do ,  hurry .

i can’t breathe ,  i can’t -

please ,  please  -  let me in ,  there’s someone -

i’m gonna give you one last chance .

you have to believe me ,  i didn’t do this !

run ,  and don’t look back .

this is real ,  i’m real .  look at me .

take this .  it’ll keep you safe .

follow my instructions very closely .

put your hands where i can see them .

you can’t just let me die !

i think  …  i think i need a doctor .

we need to get out of here ,  come on .

no ,  this isn’t it .  we’re getting you out of this .

you panicking is not going to help us right now .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

[ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together .

[ HUSH ]  sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety .

[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

[ REALITY ]  sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  .

[ ARMED ]  sender brandishes a  [ gun / knife ]  at receiver .

[ CRASH ]  sender and receiver survive a  [ car / bike ]  crash together .

[ SEARCH ]  sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .

[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .

[ CORNERED ]  sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .

[ UNEXPECTED ]  receiver comes home to find sender already inside .

[ BREATHE ]  sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .

[ BADGE ]  sender and receiver flee from the cops together .

[ STRANDED ]  sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .

[ EMBRACE ]  sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .

[ STRANGER ]  sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .

[ TOKEN ]  sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .

[ CHOICE ]  receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s .

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Julian let out a soft chuckle, the sound rich and satisfied as he continued tracing slow, soothing patterns against her skin. He could still feel the tremors running through her, her breath uneven as she came back down, and it filled him with a deep, quiet sense of pride. His touch remained steady, grounding her, making sure she felt safe in the aftermath of it all. "Yeah, you did," he murmured, his voice warm with admiration. "You were perfect, Ellie. Always are."

His free hand reached up to cover hers where it rested against his cheek, holding it there for a moment, relishing the warmth of her touch. Her words—I don’t know how I got so lucky—made something in his chest tighten, an ache he couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t just about what they shared physically; it was the way she trusted him, let him see the parts of herself she kept hidden from the rest of the world. He knew what it felt like to carry secrets, to hesitate before revealing too much. And yet, with him, she was letting go of those fears, piece by piece.

"Trust me, Ellie, I’m the lucky one," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist before lowering their hands together. He let the moment linger, his fingers lacing gently with hers. "You don’t even realize how incredible you are, do you?" There was no teasing in his voice, only quiet reverence. "The way you give yourself to me, the way you let me take care of you... you have no idea how much that means to me."

He felt the weight of her head settle against him, her body still molded to his, and he tightened his arms around her, pressing another kiss to the top of her head. "Take your time, baby," he murmured, voice dipping to something softer, intimate. "I’m right here." And he would be. As long as she wanted him, as long as she let him in, Julian wasn’t going anywhere.

All Ellie could do for a few moments was focus on her breathing. Her head was spinning and she could feel her body still tremble, as his fingers brushed across her skin. That had been incredible, but it had also been a lot. Ellie was constantly surprised by how much she could handle when it came to Julian, but he was just beyond words. He knew how to be so gentle and nurturing with her, but also remain in control and be firm with her when need be..but he also knew how to absolutely blow her mind. Hence why Ellie was now trying to settle herself, bring herself back to earth, in a haze. Hence why Ellie was now trying to settle herself, bring herself back to earth, in a haze.

"I did?" Words managed to come to her, a little shaky between breaths. He was always so complimentary, and god Ellie loved praise, especially from him - how could she not? Long lashes fluttered for a moment, sucking in a big deep breath as she tried to still her trembling shoulders and quivering thighs.

Their eyes locked, Ellie's still a little hazy, and a soft smile broke out across her lips as she gazed up at him. "Thank you," she murmured softly, smile only growing as his fingers continued to rub soothing circles, helping to ground her back in reality.

She slowly lifted a shaky hand, fingers cupping one of his cheeks gently. "You should be proud of yourself too," Ellie insisted, thumb rubbing across his skin gently. "I really don't know how I got so lucky to find somebody like you," she murmured, before leaning forward and resting her head against him, trying to steady herself even more. To have found somebody who didn't judge her for liking certain things, was a dream come true, especially when she was shy to admit what she liked a lot of the time.

"Wow."

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Sunny let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she lightly tapped the edge of the pot. “Oh, don’t underestimate this little guy. Snake plants are tough—I’d like to see if you can manage to kill it.” Her tone was playful, eyes bright with amusement as she glanced around the shop. Unlike most of the town, she wasn’t here to judge. If anything, she admired his persistence. It wasn’t easy going against the grain in a place like this, but he’d done it, and that was worth something.

“Sunny,” she finally introduced herself, offering a warm smile. “I run the flower shop across the street—figured your new space could use a little green. And if you ever need inspiration for designs, my shop’s always open. Flowers, vines, even something a little more wild…” She trailed off, tilting her head slightly. “So, what do you think? Gonna take me up on that, or are you more of a skulls-and-daggers kinda guy?”

this shop had been a dream of ryatt's for years, and he had lost count of the amount of times the door had been slammed on his face when he had tried to make it happen. this small town wasn't exactly keen on the idea of a tattoo shop, preferring to keep their cute and classic american hometown vibe. so many frowned upon what he did, simply because they thought it was inherently bad. but he didn't give a damn, and finally he had jumped through enough hoops that he couldn't be denied. and so here he was, two weeks into it and doing just fine on main street.

hearing the soft bell above the door, ryatt straightened up from his sketches at his desk and watched the blonde set the pot down in front of him. his brow lifted as she began chittering on about it, a smirk settling onto his features as he leaned back in his chair to wait it out. though it wasn't until he slid the plant over and they locked eyes that her comment elicited a surprised laugh from the man. "thanks for the plant...always need something hot and sturdy around here." he teased, his fingers turning the pot around so he could see it from all sides. "i cannot guarantee its survival around here, though. being a buncha burnout troublemakers defacing the innocent townspeople is pretty busy work." he snorted lightly, shifting his eyes to hers once more to see if she shared the same thinking as many of the other shop owners around here. "what's your name?"

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bf who yaps x gf who puts her head on his lap and listens

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❝A flower? That’s probably the best joke you’ve ever heard.                                   You’re not a flower – you’re not delicate and beautiful, gently swaying with the breeze.  You are not short-lived.                                          You do not exist to be admired and plucked.  You are a spitfire.                        You broil and burn; you light up the sky like fireworks.  You are a bang, a gunshot.                                   Whether you’re nice is a matter of debate – you don’t have to be nice to be good after all.  Do nice people get their hands dirty like you do?   What does it matter anyway – you’re you and you’re something.❞

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RP partner: (writes fantastic starter with intricate dialog and plot settings)

Me: I have to go I'm too stupid to talk to you

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I wanna suck his cock until he is begging and moaning my name so fucking bad

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Eliana winced as she shifted slightly, the pain radiating through her bruised ribs, but she still managed a small, tired smile as she looked up at Rick. "Does it really matter?" she murmured, her voice softer than usual, strained from the beating she had taken. "We both know why it happened. They couldn’t get to you, so they went for the next best thing—someone you care about." She swallowed hard, blinking away the frustration in her eyes. She hated being used as leverage, hated that someone had seen her as a weakness in Rick’s life. But most of all, she hated the look on his face right now, rage burning in his eyes.

She exhaled slowly, shaking her head. "I’ll be fine, Rick. It’s nothing I can’t handle," she added, though the ache in her body told a different story. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his sleeve, grounding herself in the warmth of his presence. "But I know you. You’re already thinking about finding them, making them pay." Her gaze locked onto his, serious now. "Just… don’t lose yourself in this, okay? I don’t want to be the reason you cross a line you can’t come back from."

@headofrdi asked: “who did this to you?” | send “ who did this to you ? ” for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it.

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who’s down to lay with me in a field and look at the stars and talk about everything