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glorifiiedgore · 4 months
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【My Whole Existence Is Flawed. You Get Me Closer To God.】
Independent **Free of any one particular fandom** Original Character                                            Penned by Lynx Luca Azzano . FC: Damiano David . Age: 24 (V. Dependent) . Bisexual Rich Kid. Asshole. Paint me as the Villain. 
A dissertation on Italian romantiscm and deeply erotic behavior as acted on by a very troubled 20-something, male, with mommy issues and a penchant for extreme kink. Sometimes dom, sometimes sub, all the time in internal conflicted crisis with morally grey matter within the brain. Typically unmedicated but enjoyment of other drugs that may be deemed illegal by the authorities. Lost cause, hopeless lover boy, gorgeous depraved prince. Can he be tamed? Or will he be made to suffer? This choose your own adventure ride comes with zero guarantee. So lower your expectations for anything more than a good time and lots of tears.  
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monismemes · 9 months
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ɪɴʙᴏx ᴍᴇᴍᴇꜱ - ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɴᴏɴᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ ꜱɪɴᴅᴀʏ send in for my muse to react to yours: (make sure to say where and who for multis)
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<cuff> - handcuff my muse to something <bite> - bite my muse <claw> - dig your nails into my muse <slice> - slice my muses clothes <rip> - rip my muses clothes open <tear> - tear off my muses clothes <grip> - grip my muse a little too tight <pull> - pull my muses hair <growl> - growl in my muses ear <bleed> - make my muse bleed <choke> - wrap your hands around my muses throat &lt;gag> - gag my muse on something <smack> - smack my muses ass <direct> - move my muses hand somewhere
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hymemena · 5 months
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Send in 💗 and a name for a usft headcanon about my muse(s)!
Send in 💘 x a number (ex: 💘 x 2) for multiple headcanons about my muse(s)!
Send in ❤️‍🔥 and a ship name for smutty headcanons I have for that ship! Specify a URL for a specific ship on the blog, or I'll only give general ship headcanons!
Remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs!
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sweetnspicymemes · 2 years
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🔞butts
Send..
🍑 for my muse to compliment your muse's ass
👋 for my muse to smack your muse on the ass
🎶 for my muse to twerk or grind against your muse
🙌 for my muse to massage your muse's ass
💋 for my muse to sit on your muse's face
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handgiven · 6 months
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a kiss to gain control or a kiss when it's not allowed. have fun :)
fucked up kisses / @spookyagentfmulder your surprise is under the cut :) you're welcome :)
something about losing control. something about looking so deep into another's eyes, and furthermore, into another's very being and getting turned around on your way out. getting turned into someone else, something else. something about fast breaths hitching to go deeper, something about fingers drifting outside of the physical and tearing open the door to a ribcage, in order to cradle the bird within. feel it out, feel its gentle heart beat, and hold it in your hand because you know you can in that you are both allowed and capable of holding at just the right might. something about feeling the way that divine fire blazes over the inside of your mortal man, scalding him and yet through choked up throat he prays for more. something about the way he speaks your name, tastes it upon his tongue like the spoils of the mightiest battle, and you can tell that he himself is not sure where you end and he begins.
something about getting lost to yourself. within the feeling of control, and power, and might. within the gentle violence of loving someone so deeply in the only way you know how. but he is just a mortal man, and you are holy, and if you stop thinking for just a second, your hands turn white-hot and the ruggedness of them, brought on by tender contact with the soil, melts away into the harsh smoothness of pure heavenly fury. if you close your eyes, you can still see his soul and it is so bright and overwhelming you could swear he was a god, but the truth is that he still lays at your mercy, and your love might just tear him apart.
something about him knowing this. he always knows. you chose him for a reason, and that reason is the way the universe seems to pour itself through him not just in your eyes, but in the very tangible reality of the way he exists upon this earth. bright eyes that see the patterns underlying everything, that analyse the tissue of which reality shapes itself from every morning, that see all and that understand. one could hardly wish for a more apt man to play god, all-seeing, all-knowing, as far along as his human mind will allow him. as far along as you will allow him into the organic labyrinthine growth that is your own consciousness of the world.
and you have allowed him. you did it once and it would be enough for the rest of your days. he understand you. he knows the way you slip before you even have a chance to. he knows the way you let loose, because he told you you could, and he knows when to pull you back again. burning, hot, you hold him down, and your lips and fingers do map out his body, in the wounds that would be sizzling had the holy fire not sterilise and heal them straightaway. you want more simply because he is your god now and the only way you know to love a god is through worship that leaves the mortal men of the world dead.
he pulls you back, though. if there is fear in his eye, you can't tell, something of divinity slips in the very way he holds himself when he looks upon you. graceful is he in his forgiveness when he witnesses the burning thing living inside your chest and still looks upon you with love. he pulls you back and he holds your neck and forces a kiss upon those lips that spread terror over his body moments ago, and that kiss alone puts you down. he doesn't have the power you do, not really. not in a way that would burst out of his entire being the way it does for you. still, the very way in which his very ordinary human hand holds you down, the very way his mortal lips steal the breath off your lips, the way his eyes gaze upon you, firm and loving. oh, you just fall apart. mercy, oh mercy.
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yxkanna · 6 months
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anyways you can put a man in a nurse costume but you can’t make him nurse. does this make sense
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runelocked · 8 months
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❛  you didn't tell me that was a rule ... i didn't know i wasn't supposed to do that!  ❜ coughs
“ I DID, however, tell you to call me sir. ” William’s reply could almost be called bored, if not for the heated possession in his tone, the dark, glittering want in his eyes . . . The way he is bearing down, skin pressed against skin and chest pressed against back. “ You’re a smart girl. I know I don’t need to spoon feed you everything. ”
When he leans impossibly closer, this time his breath ghosts against her ear.
“ Now prove it to me. ”
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justanotherrpmeme · 2 years
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Sexy image starters
Send a number for a starter:
001 | 002 | 003 | 004 005 | 006 | 007 | 008 009 | 010 | 011 | 012 013 | 014 | 015 | 016 017 | 018 | 019 | 020 021 | 022 | 023 | 024
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nxuroticisms · 2 years
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Open: f
Muse: Raleigh Beckett, 30s, mechanic
Plot: Ordinary Au. Raleigh has done a tone of work on your muse’s vehicle. Only now he learns that there isn’t enough money to cover the bill and your muse is offering an alternative form of payment.
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Hours of work, days of it really. The car had been a disaster when it had pulled into the shop. As was routine, an estimate had been presented to the customer before the work began, not everything could be a charity case after all otherwise the garage would never stay in business. It had been agreed upon but now that it was time to pay it, he was being told that they didn’t have the money. Normally, that sort of revelation included a lot of yelling, insulting, curses being traded back and forth. Raleigh had worked himself up for the argument that was coming only to be caught entirely off guard when the alternate proposition was made. In all of his years in owning a garage, he actually had never been offered a physical form of repayment for his work.
“Are you serious right now?“ The idea was throughly tempting, enough so that he had a reaction. The dean hid it for now but any movement he made would allow it to be obvious. “You’re willing to give yourself to me for the work that I did. Not sure it’s enough for all that. Might have to be for a few days…”
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comiiical · 2 years
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open to bottoms 35+
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Setting out of the bed’s edge, and from the other’s inside with the thread of cumming, Jon stepped back and saw the other man standing on his knees crawling towards him with trembling legs. His hand stroke his cock’s head at a high pace as he groaned in desperate need of release after so many times edging himself to last longer ─ kryptonian downside meant being more sensitive but also a brightside... a strong sphinter ─, he leaned back and grabbed the man by the head as he climbed half way up the bed so he was standing against their head. The grip on hair brought them back and their desperation for him came more visible to him as their jaw shook in hunger. Soon, white streaks were shot against cheeks and face, splattering over the canvas that was made out of it as he groaned louder and louder. “Fuck,” he added as he squeezed what he thought was the last drop.
With the very same hold over the other’s hair, he pushed them down against the bed once more, carefully, but still manhandling them, and spun them around so their ass was back up. His cock was then pushed into the loosened hole, “where it belongs,” he added in a low whisper with a loud sigh of relief. and pushed himself in until he was fully sheathed by him resting his head on the other’s shoulder. “My father won’t be happy at all,” he added, “so thank you for the excuse.”
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hymemena · 3 days
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Heat (USFT) Sentence Starters
Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.
CW: Breeding Kink, Omegaverse, General USFT
"You smell so good… I just want to breed you."
"Are you nesting?"
"I can't get you out of my head."
"Are-- Are you in heat?
"You smell like you're going into heat…"
"Are you on birth control?"
"Do you really think this is wise?"
"I need it. Now."
"If you don't breed me, I'll find someone who will."
"I need to breed-- No, mate you."
"Did you know it's that time of year?"
"I can't not bite you."
"What's that smell? I want it--"
"I don't think you heard me. I'm in heat."
"It's early, isn't it?"
"I'm gonna breed you so good. Just you wait, you won't be disappointed."
"What's that… Smell…?"
"I reek."
"Breed me. Breed me now."
"If you don't get out of here I can't be held responsible for what I do to you."
"I didn't think you wanted to spend your heat with me."
"I can't believe you're in heat again."
"It's not that big of a deal, I'll just self-isolate."
"This is pre-heat, isn't it?"
"Is this normal for you?"
"I'm going into a heat."
"I thought you were taking stuff to stop this."
"I need it so bad, please--"
"Let me-- L-let me breed you. Please."
"I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off of you."
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blushdrunksa · 8 months
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she’s a squirming mess. their hand is down the front of her shorts and her back is pressed against their chest as she’s sat between their legs. they’re teasing her and not giving her exactly what she wants. there’s a movie playing and every time she makes a nose, they stop playing with her. louise whimpered softly and tilted her head back against their shoulder.
her fingers wrapped around their wrist and she’s trying to urge them along because she needed their fingers inside of her. “please…” she gasped and dug her teeth into her lower lip. she gripped onto their thighs now and hummed softly.
open to: m / w / nb! plot information: it’s based off of this [ x ]. my muses are needy tonight, what can i say? character information: louise oliver, her age ranges for her plots, and she’s a single mother slash nurse. if you’d like to learn anymore about her, feel free to message me! note: please don’t like my starters!
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echo31s · 9 months
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! > TAG DUMP.
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runelocked · 8 months
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“ stop that — we’re in public. ” ( from henry hehe / @ladyseidr )
IN HIS MANY MANY YEARS WITH HENRY, WILLIAM HAS PERFECTED HIS WOUNDED LOOK OF INNOCENCE. He dons it now, casting large confused eyes to the other man . . . completely ignoring the fact they’ve just come out of a meeting about the prospect of building the diner and they’ve literally barely left the building and he’s brushing his hand suggestively against Henry’s thigh, impatient and unashamed. “What?” William says, false puzzlement thick in his voice. “I’m not doing anything.”
Not yet he’s not. But it’s a familiar game: he’ll start with his thighs, and then press closer, tugging the other man into a secluded spot for messy kisses or sly handjobs or flat-out sex before ten minutes has passed. He’s not shy about his infatuation for Henry (though had been cautious enough to ensure nobody had been around to see them here), and the sly gleam in his eye belies the innocence on his features.
“Anyway, you’re being unfair.” Any pretence at playing the fool is dropped instantly when he lowers his voice, turning it something hungry, wanting: “You didn’t see how you looked in that meeting. I wanted to rip the clothes off you then and there, love. You really should be thanking me for being patient.”
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atvrvxia · 2 years
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&. @fusebcx​
a SURPRISE STARTER ( 3 / 3 )
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                       “ACTUALLY, SIR; i don’t have any idea as to why you’d want to meet with me. did i do something wrong?”
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finalmemes · 1 year
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HELLRAISER roleplay sentence starters of the 1987 film. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: violence, death, murder, horror, cheating, torture, usfw.
what's your pleasure?
it's yours. it always was.
it's gotta be one of these.
i'm going to freeze to death.
it was just a suggestion.
this is it. the old homestead.
it smells damp.
it's been empty for a while, hasn't it?
how long since you were here?
i wanted to sell it after the old lady died.
would you look at this?
this stuff means nothing to me.
i've never known him to kick cash out of bed.
he's probably behind bars some place.
you really want to move in here?
we can be happy.
so what's the argument?
where are you?
there's stuff in the kitchen you wouldn't believe.
what the hell is that?
i thought you were going to stay with us for a while.
i'd really like you to see this house.
i gotta find myself a job.
this is something i need to do.
come on and trust me a little, okay?
call me tomorrow.
are you all right back there?
let's take five, guys.
how's things in there?
you got any beer?
you wanna buy a bed?
okay, all right, i'll be nice.
get on with grand work and i'll get myself some coffee.
well, can i come in or not?
do you have a towel?
what shall we drink to?
are you going to let me kiss the bride?
forget him.
i'll do anything you want.
you know me and blood.
i'm going to faint.
you're not going to faint.
it's going to need stitches.
it was just an accident.
we'll sue his ass.
i won't be able to stand up.
so lie down.
we're celebrating ... something. so sit down!
does it still hurt?
who are you?
his blood on the floor. it brought me back.
just help me, will you?
what do you want me to do?
you can't leave me like this.
the blood brought me this far.
i thought i'd lost you.
she's so damn polite.
she's uptight and frigid.
i beg your pardon.
you must have been speaking to the wrong people.
i was dreaming.
not much fun, is it?
there's a first time for everything.
i feel like i've known you for years, you know.
it's what you brought me here for, isn't it?
let's get on with it.
you're not going to change your fucking mind, are you?
we don't need a bed, do we?
i've always preferred the floor.
did you lock this?
every drop of blood you spill puts more flesh on my bones.
come here, damn you, i want to touch you.
come to daddy.
i'm feeling sick.
is there anything i can get you?
i'll be down in a minute.
it's only a matter of time before they find i've slipped them.
put on some music, will you, babe?
poor [ name ], obedient as ever.
keep your voice down.
you don't want "babe" to hear.
you'll stay with me.
we belong to each other now. for better, for worse.
you're gonna have to wait.
where's the manager?
what are you doing?
you give those back!
get out! get out of here!
just came by to see what you're doing after work.
you're sure we're not going to be interrupted?
it's a long time since i've tasted anything.
you promised me an explanation.
i thought i'd gone to the limits. i hadn't.
i'm going to leave and you're going to help me, yes?
they'll never find us.
what's the matter with you, anyway?
there's nothing to be afraid of.
i just don't understand you.
you love her, so there must be something worth loving.
it's like she's ... waiting for something.
could you ... would you stop by sometime?
maybe all she needs is somebody to talk to.
so, where's the harm?
i get lonely sometimes.
what is this? a game?
get the fuck off me!
there's nothing to be afraid of.
this isn't happening.
some things have to be endured.
you want it? fucking have it!
wait a minute, how did i get here?
you were hanging on to it like grim death.
well, the police will want to speak to you.
in the meantime, maybe this will jog your memory.
you opened it. we came.
it's just a puzzle box!
it is a means to summon us.
who are you?
demons to some. angels to others.
it was a mistake!
i didn't mean to open it!
you can all go to hell!
please, go away and leave me alone.
oh, no tears, please. it's a waste of good suffering.
no time for argument.
nobody escapes us.
what has that to do with you?
i can lead you to him.
we'll tear your soul apart.
she'll tell them everything.
that's probably her now.
it doesn't make any difference.
we can't just stay here.
i don't know where to begin.
what are you talking about?
what's the matter?
where is he?!
i was so afraid that something happened to you.
he's trying to kill you.
believe me, it's finished with now.
what's gone mean?
he was insane, baby. a mad dog. had to put him out of his misery.
jesus, what a scene.
i don't really understand myself.
i don't believe this.
we want the man who did this.
there's no time.
so much for the cat and mouse shit.
it's nothing personal, baby.
don't mourn him. he was dead long before we ever touched him.
we have to hear it from your own lips.
this isn't for your eyes.
you set me up, bitch!
jesus wept.
not leaving us so soon, are you?
we have such sights to show you.
go to hell!
let's get the hell out of here!
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