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rxyalpains said: [ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

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Flash of darkness, then a clear white -- BRIGHT LIGHTS. No red, thank God, Satori didn’t HANDLE CONFLICT well, replying with a ferocious snarl, paired with a throaty growl. “Hey, what’s the deal? Get ya feelings hurt or something?” His own fist clenched -- Ready for a FIGHT if it so came to that. “Least ya got a good RIGHT HOOK going for ya. More than you can say about ANYTHING ELSE in life.” Why was he tasering the bear? Because it seemed like FUN. “But seriously, what’s the deal? Did I screw your sister or somethin’?” Did this guy even HAVE a sister? Satori DIDN’T CARE.

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rxyalpains said: [ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

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Oh no, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO -- NO!! This wasn’t supposed to be happening. No, it wasn’t at all supposed to be like this! Stupid! So fucking STUPID!! Heart was racing, breath stolen away as the panic hit HARD & FAST. It all started so easily -- So simplistic & playful. God, Akaashi was gonna FLIP when he learned how Bokuto TRULY FELT. This couldn’t be allowed to happen. It was all getting too much -- TOO HOT -- TOO HEAVY. Blush creeping as his best friend tackled him down, initial RAUCOUS LAUGHTER fading to the background ambience when hands grabbed at Kotaro’s wrists, pinning them overhead. Knees found either side of BONY HIPS, and Bokuto gulped, trying to shift weight -- Hoping to God he didn’t POP A BONER right now. “A-Akaashi!!” Fukorodani’s golden-eye owl could only look up in WEARY ANTICIPATION of what could POSSIBLY come next.

                                                            ........................SHIT..........

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rxyalpains said:“So… they’re good-looking, right?”

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Why did he even bother looking? OF COURSE, Kuroo Tetsuro, the perpetual pain in his ass (NOT LIKE THAT!!), would be pointing out a GUY he thought was cute. Second question: Why did Tobio even bother being around a dude who only wanted to FUCK HIM? (Why did that thought stir a lilttle bit of movement in his shorts?) “Grr. Is that SERIOUSLY all you think about?” Gritted teeth and balled up fists -- First at the HEAT deep down... But also at the..... JEALOUSY? “And on top of that you’re also SHALLOW.” Not that Kageyama could talk. Hell, why WAS he even talking? (THAT JEALOUSY...) “Guess you NEED to be inside him, too, huh?” BITTER SARCASM drenched his tone.

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rxyalpains said: send me  ‘ 💋 ‘  for your muse to kiss mine on the lips

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Uhhhh... This was an... UNEXPECTED turn of events. Surely, the Vermillion’s most NARCISSISTIC member had to be drunk? Did Kirsch even drink or would he find such behaviour UGLY? Come to think of it: Would he find KISSING ANOTHER BOY to be ugly, too? Yeah, confused didn’t even BEGIN to describe Yuno right now. He gasped out and pulled back from the kiss, but his gut told him all too loudly that he’d done so PURELY out of SURPRISE. Where that left Yuno’s own sexuality was ANYONE’S GUESS. (He’d never really been one to CONSIDER sex or romance.) “Kirsch, are you okay? You seem a little... UNLIKE YOURSELF, if I may say so...” Concern dotted the commoner’s words. Kirsch may have been a EGOMANIACAL & VAIN NOBLE, but Yuno operated on FORMALITY & RESPECT -- As befit a member of the GOLDEN DAWN. Would Kirsch even REMEMBER this come morning? Would he DENY IT? Did Yuno WANT HIM TO? So many questions... Maybe Yuno himself needed a drink.

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rxyalpains said: “I hate my brother!" (Langris @ whoever)

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“Your brother?” Noelle wasn’t stupid. In a world where STATUS mattered above ALL ELSE, you either stayed tapped in to the inner corruptions of the NOBLE WORLD, or you found yourself buried in the dirt. Langris Vaude had to be referring to her FELLOW BLACK BULL: Finral Roulacase. “And what’s your brother ever done to you?” Times like this, however, were always the most DIFFICULT for the Silva Disappointment to circumnavigate. After all, SHE HERSELF would want people to ask about her own familial conflicts... To try to understand HER SIDE. And yet... Wasn’t she supposed to be Team Black Bull through and through? “Also can you PLEASE take a step back when you’re this angry?” The Elder Vaude had ALCOHOL on his breath and FIRE in his eyes. (A fire that STOLE AWAY Noelle’s oxygen...) Maybe she shouldn’t have even STARTED THIS.

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Sexual tension sentence starters

splattermemes :

as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall. part two ( x ) and more angry ones ( x )

Angry

“Make me.”

“I dare you.”

“Bite me.”

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”

“Prove it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then.”

“Shut up!”

“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

Flirty

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

“Wow, you’re really strong.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”

“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

“You have really nice fingers…”

“Are we going downtown?”

“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”

“What do you wear to bed?”

Awkward

“Do you have to eat it like that?”

“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”

“Hey, stop biting your lip…”

“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”

“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”

“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”

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Was he done yet? Nope -- APPARENTLY NOT. Yada, yada, hideous. Yada, yada narcissism. Yada, yada, I secretly want your lips around my cock -- SOMETHING LIKE THAT. “You know something, Prettyboy? You seem AWFULLY OBSESSED with how I look for someone who finds me so unappealing. Wonder why that might be.” TOOTHY GRIN: The Narcy Little Prince was AMUSING if nothing else -- Maybe he had a DARK & DIRTY side to him? “Would it help if I did this?” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a STINKBUG and flicked it at Kirsch -- CLASSIC DAD JOKE. “No? Well, I wouldn’t wanna be like you anyway -- BORING.”

          THEATRICAL SIGH — Knuckles met forehead & he choked back a sob, “You poor thing! You are so…HIDEOUS!” Pause & a shake of his head, golden locks TWISTING in the breeze – “However I am even MORE unfortunate, for I was born into an ugly world as a beautiful man! It’s so HARD!” 

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Rill wasn’t much for BOUNDARIES... Or SANITY... Mind worked on a constant shift of gears never, ever settling -- ADDICTED TO THE MOTION -- With each idea scattering like light through a prism. His newest curiosity was this boy. He seemed... WITHDRAWN... SHUT AWAY... And that had caught the Boismortier’s Problem Child’s attention. “What does it look like? I’m holding your hand.” Yes, for all his ARTISTIC APTITUDE, he really was that simple. “Don’t you like it?” Words spoken with a CHEERFUL LAUGHTER buried beneath. “Hehe. What’s your story?” HOW BLUNT.

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          Mostly he’s CONFUSED — Perhaps a tad bit GERMOPHOBIC. Maybe there’s also a lump in his throat that he can’t quite explain & a FOREIGN HEAT burning in his belly. Is he blushing? HOW HUMILIATING. Wide eyes darted rapidly between connected hands & their face, “Wh–What do you think your doing?” HARD SWALLOW.

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rxyalpains said: send me  ‘ 🖤 ‘  for our muses to go on an inexpensive, simple date

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Did this even count as a date? Kenma hadn’t agreed to anything -- Or indeed PLANNED anything. The duo had met online and agreed to hook up at the halfway line. Now the boy was sat on a rather basic bed in the cheapest inn they could afford, no real knowledge of the area and a knock-off STORE BRAND bottle of vodka. (Kenma didn’t even really drink.) His own golden eyes had been glued to his game screen until he’d heard the door latch, peering up with a CAT-LIKE CURIOSITY. “Oh. Hey there. What do you wanna do?”

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💘  Valentine’s Day Prompts!   💘

send me  ‘ 💖 ‘  for your muse to ask mine out

send me  ‘ 💖+ ‘  for my muse to ask yours out

send me  ‘ 💍 ‘  for your muse to propose to mine

send me  ‘ 💍+ ‘  for my muse to propose to yours

send me  ‘ 😢 ‘  for your muse to breakup with mine

send me  ‘ 😢+ ‘  for my muse to breakup with yours

send me  ‘ 💋 ‘  for your muse to kiss mine on the lips

send m e ‘ 💋+ ‘  for my muse to kiss yours on the lips

send me  ‘ 💐 ‘  for your muse to give mine a bouquet

send me  ‘ 💐+ ‘  for my muse to give yours a bouquet

send me  ‘ 💌 ‘  for my muse to write yours a love letter

send me  ‘ 🧸 ‘  for your muse to give mine a stuffed toy

send me  ‘ 🧸+ ‘  for my muse to give yours a stuffed toy

send me  ‘ 🍫 ‘  for your muse to give mine a box of chocolate

send me  ‘ 🍫+ ‘  for my muse to give yours a box of chocolate 

send me  ‘ 💛 ‘  for our muses to go on an expensive, fancy date

send me  ‘ 🖤 ‘  for our muses to go on an inexpensive, simple date

send me  ‘ 🕯️ ‘  for our muses to have a romantic, candlelit dinner at home

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“Look, there’s a big difference between homophobia and not wanting to be felt up by another guy!!” TRUE... But also LIES -- Especially in a case as internalized as this. Tobio had always been raised with TRADITIONAL values and followed the rather (stereo)TYPICAL Jock path in life. The idea that he might just be GAY terrified him to his very core. “What part of NO don’t you get! And don’t call me that, you FREAK!” Hm. Blue -- NEAR BLACK -- Eyes narrowed. The way Kuroo slurred his words proved suspicions CORRECT: That (INTOXICATING) smell permeating breath and skin had to be ALCO-- WHAT?! Gasp out, deep blush, Kageyama stumbling back against his locker, breath picking up rapidity, all with a DESPERATE ATTEMPT to swallow the lump clogging up his oesophagus. “Of course I fucking don’t!” He pushed back, unsure if he could displace Tetsuro’s SIZEABLE BULK. “Besides what’s ANY OF THIS to YOU? Why’d you wanna fuck a homophobic asshole like me?” Heat lingered upon his ear, ghosts still slowly dissipating from his throat. HE HATED IT. Did he go on the attack? “Shouldn’t you be more concerned with volleyball, too? Let me guess: That’s why you’re DRINKING? Giving up like the FAILURE you are?” Apparently YES.

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b>rxyalpains said: “i need to be inside of you.”

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Were they INSANE? Had to be – Or maybe just plain MORONIC. Not to mention WRONG IN THE HEAD. “You must be freaking crazy.” Kageyama had never been a PLEASANT HUMAN. He was STUBBORN, CONTROLLING, SELFISH & CONCEITED, with a one track mind – And even that road would forever remain CLOSED. Tobio only cared about one thing in the entire world… “Get out of my way, I’ve got volleyball practise.” And then he had THAT problem… “And besides, I’m not GAY.” Tiniest TWITCH of his cock beneath his shorts said OTHERWISE. “Just leave me alone.”

                                                                                       ——-MADE HIM SICK!!

          “Tch. Who knew you were such a homophobic asshole?” Wasn’t the words – PERFECTLY FINE to profess your own sexuality. However, the WAY Tobio SAID the words, that was a whole ‘nother story – HOSTILE & VIOLENT & JUDGMENTAL. (Then again, that’s how he always talked). “C’mon, we can practice after, pipsqueak.” GARBLED & SLURRY mess of a sentence likely gave away the fact that Kuroo had a flask in his pocket & was well past the point of intoxication. Muscular arm SLUNG HEAVILY around the other’s shoulders & he dipped down until lips were practically brushing his ear – HOT BREATH rushing across SENSITIVE FLESH – “Ya sound so against it. Makes me think ya might be hidin’ somethin’. Ya got a thing for the one-eyed monster?”

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Come to think of it he really did feel kind of STUPID for asking that first question. But that was LIFE for him -- Sometimes he got so emotional he couldn’t RATIONALIZE. So he said STUPID THINGS and had to live with the regret of saying them -- Filled with EMBARRASSMENT for such ideas ever crossing his mind. “Heh-Heh. Yeah, of course you mean it. That’s just the kind of guy you are.” Hair flickered ever so slightly, bristling up a little bit more -- AS IF POSSESSING A LIFE OF ITS OWN. (Or maybe that was just some kind illusory MIND TRICK from how he slicked it back.) Golden eyes searched out Akaashi’s gunmetal blues -- The first time they’d found ANYTHING beyond the floor itself all night. “You really--... I--” Once trained eyelids SNAPPED WIDE at the image of his best friend being PUMMELED. “You really think they’d do that to you? But you’ll be the COOLEST GUY THERE!!” Frustrated growl -- Like a loyal guard defending its owner.

Keiji -- KEIJI -- Black, blue & BLOODY, possibly laid unconscious in some stranger’s apartment or even in some BACK ALLEY OR GUTTER? Oh, Bokuto did NOT like that thought. Oh, no, no, no... “THAT’S SO NOT FAIR!! WHO’S HURTING YOU? I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL PUMMEL THEM RIGHT BACK -- BUT WORSE!!” A few seconds trickled on by -- Like SAND falilng through an HOURGLASS -- Before Akaashi’s final words sunk in. That was another thing: Bokuto had a very simplistic ONE TRACK MIND, experiencing life as if on TAPE DELAY, and enacting his vision as if QUEUED IN HIS BRAIN. No wonder he always appeared a little OFF-KILTER to most people. Now he was being dragged off down the sidewalk -- Anxiety still pitting inside his stomach but OVERWHELMED by a sense of PROTECTIVE SECURITY. “Booze DEFINITELY sounds good right about now...” He made NO MENTION of the GIRLS, and the ONE PIT inside of him that he could never, EVER, bring himself to tell Akaashi about began to form all over again.

                                        ...Maybe this party would be a BAD IDEA after all...

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rxyalpains said:“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.” (Akaashi @ Bokuto)

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                                                                                              SHAKING                                                                                                           – LIKE A GODDAMN LEAF.

He’d done that thing again, hadn’t he? Sky high with the paranoia and right back down again. Sometimes he could be the life of the party – So ENERGETIC that even AKAASHI couldn’t help but feel it in his typically apathetic bones. Other times, well, the world just SCARED HIM – As was the case right now. They’d been invited to some house party or another but Bokuto didn’t know the host. Honestly, they’d only been invited because as volleyball players they had STATUS – But how far would that go when they got to meet the REAL BOKUTO? When they learned that he was just a talentless, charmless HACK who had choked their last game to Date Tech last week? “You really mean that? But what if they hurt YOU? I couldn’t bear that… What if they HATE US? Maybe you really should just go without me…” Despite defeatist self-deprecation, Keiji’s words were DEEPLY APPRECIATED – They’d help dig Kotaro out of the RUT he’d found himself in. Especially once all his stupid paranoias were proven to be UNFOUNDED.

          Perhaps it was Akaashi’s APATHETIC DEMEANOR that made it possible for him to “handle” Bokuto – (Not that he’d call it that). For most, the bundle of CHAOTIC EMOTION could be…Difficult. He wore them down & exhausted them. For him, well, it was just another day with his best friend. Hell, he even ADMIRED IT. Sometimes, he wished he was capable of FEELING THAT MUCH. “Duh.” Simple remark. He’d take a bullet for the guy. Really shouldn’t even be a question. “So what if they hate us.” WEAK SHRUG of his shoulders & a soft sigh, “What kinda sense does that make, Bokuto? Hell, that’s even MORE reason for you to come. What if you aren’t there and they pummel me?” Was he HELPING AT ALL? “Look man, I think you’re thinking too much about it. It’s a party. There will be booze and girls. It’ll be fun.” Reaching for his friend’s hand, he grabbed at it & dragged him down the sidewalk.

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❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.

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Pale skin flushed pink in a HURRY, sheer mortification washing over Noelle’s very being AS PREDICTED. “W-What are you possibly talking about?! I-, I--...” HARD SWALLOW. She could feel her own heart POUNDING against frail ribs -- DAINTY & FRAGILE body threatening to FALL APART then and there. “I didn’t mean it like that!!” Did she? Denial would NEVER allow her to admit it, regardless. NOT THAT SHE WAS SAYING SHE DID!! “W-Why are you looking at me like that?” Despite arguments to the contrary, the younger Silva sibling may just have been a FEW SCANT SECONDS too delayed in shrinking her figure before big brother’s LECHEROUS GAZE -- Hands shuffling skirt further down MILKY SMOOTH THIGHS before she crossed arms over TINY BREASTS. (Why were her NIPPLES HARD? Had to be COLD in here...) “Who are you even TALKING ABOUT? And that’s it even MATTER? You’ve already WRITTEN ME OFF & DISOWNED ME!! What MORE could I possibly lose?” Breath felt labored. Something CLOGGED UP her throat, making it harder to respirate. Thump. Thump. THUMP. So crashed that fleshy blood-bag behind bony ribcage -- Anxiety completely POSSESSING her skeletal frame. Face burned, as did something... LOWER. God, this whole entire evening was shaping up to be a GIANT DISASTER. “It certainly doesn’t SEEM like that’s all it is when you look at me like THAT!!” Gentle feel of moisturizing sweat on brow -- Beginning a slow trickle down the girl’s temple. Disaster. Indeed. HOPES & PRAYERS whispered within safe confines of SUBCONSCIENCE & BONE...

                                              .......................PLEASE DON’T LET HIM PUSH THIS.......

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rxyalpains said: “What do you see in them?” (Solid @ Noelle)

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They really weren’t destined to see EYE TO EYE, were they? Yet again, her demeaning and narcissistic brother just HAD to cast his completely biased PREJUDICIAL JUDGMENT over his little sister’s life. First it was her very own aptitude within the magical arts, now the COMPANY she kept? “Why do you even CARE? It’s not like you see anything in ME!!” Context didn’t even cross Noelle’s mind – Had Solid been talking about any kind of ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL inclinations that he may have been perceiving? Because if so that would be one MORTIFYING & AWKWARD mistake for Noelle to make. (Or maybe it was a FREUDIAN SLIP.)

          His baby sister’s counter-argument was CONFLICTING & CONFUSING (To say the least). Primarily because Solid didn’t know HOW she meant the statement. Did Noelle WANT him to be interested in her romantically? Sexually? A filthy little FAILURE of a girl? His own FLESH & BLOOD? Oceanic pools darted down the other’s body — She was filling out nicely—NO! Head snapped away & he growled defiantly, “What does that even mean? I’m your brother! Of course I don’t see you…THAT way!” Bone jut beneath a tight jaw & arms crossed over his chest, “Considering our name…Even a pathetic disappointment like YOU could do BETTER than him. That’s all.” WAS IT?