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“I’ve seen you looking at him and I must admit.. I want that too~” the bar car purred, a slight smirk crossing her face as she gently grabbed the luggage van’s wrists, pressing them up against the wall of a shed where the two coaches had met each other. “Are you just trying to tease me or is there genuine interest in that German bloke you’re racing with?” Belle mumbled quietly, face getting closer to Carrie’s.

The blushing luggage van bit her bottom lip, full of excitement and amused by her friend’s behaviour. “That, my dear, is a very good question!” She giggled and gently nudged the tip of her nose against Belle’s, eyes drifting down a little to glance at her lips for a second. “Some trains say Germans are a lot of fun in bed and you can’t deny Ruhr being incredibly handsome, can you?!” Playfully, Carrie raised one brow, not even trying to get out of the other coache’s grip.

Rusty was taking one of his night strolls, passing some sheds as he enjoyed the clear air. He started to slow down when he heard two familiar voices. He couldn’t make out a word but he got curious so he started to get closer to the noises. The steamer almost passed the corner but went quickly backwards when he found Carrie and Belle. He pressed against the wall, wondering if he had seen right. He shook his head in disbelief and carefully looked around the corner again. No, it was true. The two coaches were kissing. Very intensely. Rusty couldn’t help but to keep watching, fascinated by how passionately they were kissing.

Amused by the other’s fast arousal and the sweet sound she had caused the other to make, Belle decided to tease the luggage van a bit further. Backing off and flashing her a quick smirk, the bar car began working her way down from Carrie’s soft lips, to her jaw, down to her sensitive neck. Gladly, the coach kissed the warm skin, one hand placed on the other’s waist, gliding up her body to take hold of one of her boobs, giving it a light squeeze. Little did she know that the two of them had someone watching their fun…

A surprised moan left Carrie’s mouth and she just couldn’t help but throw her head back a little, happily offering Belle more access to her neck by doing so. The bar car certainly knew what she was doing and the luggage van just had to wrap her one free arm around the other’s neck, holding her close, her own body desperately wanting to be as close as possible to her friend’s. “Belle~” the coach groaned full of lust.

Rusty’s eyes widened as he kept watching. Now this wasn’t just kissing anymore. They were making out. Probably even more if he kept watching. He hid behind the corner again and put off his hat to stroke through his hair. He shouldn’t be watching. He should leave and go home. But if he was honest with himself, he didn’t want to leave. The steamer couldn’t resist looking around the corner again and he gulped when he saw how close they had gotten. Carrie was moaning and Belle was clearly enjoying all of this. Maybe he could just… Rusty let out a gasp when he leaned forward too much and he lost his balance, falling forward with a not so quiet rumble. This was not good. This was so not good at all. “H-hey! Ahh, i.. i am.. so sorry.. i didn’t know.. i didn’t mean to.. uhm, interrupt.”, he stammered as he tried to get up, clearly embarrassed.

The bar car sucked on the soft skin of Carrie’s neck leaving a hickey and gladly proceeded with squeezing the other’s chest when a loud rumble was heard close to the two of them. Her head immediately perked up and then her glance fell onto the small steam engine with a raised eyebrow. “Rusty?” Belle asked in a slightly amused tone. Judging by the steamer being obviously flustered, she was able to tell he had been watching them. The bar car didn’t have the decency to remove her hands from the luggage van either. “Nothing’s wrong with curiosity. It’s lovely to see you.” the coach chirped, biting her bottom lip as a thought crossed her mind. Quickly, she looked back to Carrie with a questioning glance. She knew the other would understand.

Once noticing Rusty and realising he must have watched them, her cheeks began to flush and a slightly embarassed smile made itself visible on her face aswell. Carrie had begun to get uncomfortably hot already and someone interrupting them hasn’t been the thing she hoped to happen. Though, when Belle glanced at her with that questioning look, the luggage van immediately knew what the coach’s plan was and… actually…. the thought wasn’t that bad…. Carefully, Carrie nodded and then also looked at the steamer. “Rusty darling!” she called out sweetly. “Come over here to us~”

Rusty cursed himself for being so curious and clumsy. He looked at Belle with a forced grin and stood up, almost falling again in the process. He somehow managed to catch his hat, that fell off as he stumbled. “Oh, no… i didn’t… i…”, the steamer stammered, moving the hat in his hands nervously but he knew that it was useless to deny what he just did. They knew already. “I’m sorry.”, he mumbled and looked down. When Carrie called him over he looked up again in surprise and hastily put his hat back on. Her voice sounded sweet and luring but maybe she was just playing that. Maybe they were actually angry. Reluctantly he rolled over to them, still clearly embarrassed about what had happened. “I.. I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that.”, he repeated and looked at them.

“No need to apologise~” Belle chuckled and as soon the shy steam train approached them, she gently took his hand, guiding him a bit closer to the two of them and backing off a little from Carrie to allow Rusty a better view on her aswell. “You liked it, didn’t you?” the bar car spoke in a teasing way. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. After all…..” The coach reached up to softly stroke the luggage van’s cheek and then leaned in to peck her lips. “…Carrie is truly beautiful, isn’t she~?!”

A soft giggle emitted from the luggage van as she got such a lovely compliment and happily she snuggled up close to Belle. Though, her hand reached forward to carefully take the steamer’s into both of hers, drawing small circles on his skin with her thumbs. “Rusty, sweetheart, Belle and I were just about to head home… Mind joining us~?” Carrie asked, the sweetest smile on her lips, cheeks still coloured pink as she tried her best to conceal the fact how aroused she already was.

Rusty had no idea how to handle this whole situation. It felt like his brain stopped functioning and he just stood there, trying to understand what in starlight’s name was going on. “I…”, he stuttered and looked to the side bashfully before ending:“…did.” He wasn’t in the position to lie right now. The steamer looked up at Carrie and blushed. Yes, she was beautiful. And Belle was too. Rusty felt himself getting slightly excited, causing him to be even more embarrassed. “J-joining you?!”, he exclaimed, not sure if he understood right. “I-i am not sure if that’s a good idea. Not that i didn’t want that.. i mean.. b-but that’s..”, he stammered as he felt the heat rushing to his chest and head and he moved slightly backwards. One part of him was telling, basically yelling at him to go for it. The other part just wanted to run away.

Belle surely knew how flustered the other was and how nervous he felt but it honestly was just really adorable. And yes, the bar car was stubborn. If she wanted Rusty to join them then she’d get him to join them. “Come on, Rusty! It’ll be fun, I promise.” the coach spoke softly and followed the engine a little to link their arms and smile up to him. “We’ll take good care.”

“Yes, absolutely!” Carrie chirped in a sweet tone and approached Rusty aswell to link their arms on the steam train’s other side so now he was sandwiched by the two carriages. “Please.” She looked up to him with big eyes. “It would make us really really happy.” the luggage van spoke softly and then quickly placed a small kiss onto his cheek.

Rusty looked to his sides, totally unable to cope with the two luring him like that. His head was spinning and his mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts and question. What exactly was their plan? Imaginations popped up in his head. In Starlight’s name. No that wasn’t it. But… “I guess i don’t really have a choice?!”, Rusty said with a nervous chuckle. He looked at Carrie with a bit of a surprise after she kissed his cheek, then looked to Belle who was smiling at him. He opened his mouth as if to say something in protest but then sighed as he surrendered. “Okay. Okay, I’ll.. I’ll come with you.”, the steamer said, his chest feeling tight and tingly at the same time as he spoke. It felt like the realisation of this situation hadn’t fully kicked in yet. Like a dream.

“Great~” the bar car chirped and then happily set off with the other two, a quite hum emitting from her. Though, before they began skating, Belle dared to give Rusty’s rear a gentle pat. “Let’s go then..” Oh, she really was excited and eager. The steam train could be utterly adorable and the coach maybe was able to.. lead.. a little? “We’ll be heading to our shed, it’s right around the corner.” she explained and glanced at Rusty with a reassuring smile.

Carrie threw an amused smile over at the bar car as she noticed her patting Rusty’s butt and then skated along with the others, still holding on to the steam train’s arm, stroking it gently with her hand. She could sense this was going to be a lot of fun. The affectionate coach was snuggled up close to the engine and didn’t seem like she would want to leave his side anytime soon. And so they quickly arrived at the carriage’s shed. “Are you excited, Rusty?” the luggage van asked in her sweet tone as she glanced at him with a smile.

Rusty let out a surprised “Oh” as Belle patted him but didn’t dare to comment on it in any way. “Oh, you two share a shed?”, he asked curiously, trying to sound as casual as possible even though he was nervous. He looked over to Carrie who was snuggling up to him. She was cute. Belle’s reassuring smile was everything but reassuring to him, her beauty throwing him off. “E-excited?”, he asked with a higher voice and cleared his throat. He wasn’t sure because he still had no idea what exactly was going. “I’m definitely nervous.”, he admitted with an embarrassed laugh and scratched the back of his head.

“Well… practically.” She laughed a little. “We both actually have our own home but I’ve figured out that this wonderful lovebird over there spends by far more time at mine than at her own.” Belle explained as she approached the front door, opening it up. “So… we’re thinking about it. To move together that is.” The coach glanced back at Carrie with a wink and then gestured the other two to come in. “Well nervousness is definitely justified, steamer.” She giggled and then entered aswell, closing the door again once everyone was inside.

“Exactly.” she chirped and then gently pulled Rusty along inside the shed. Immediately, the coach skated along together with the steam train, soon entering the bedroom and gently pushing the other down to sit on the bed. Carefully, Carrie sat down on his lap without a warning, cupped his face into her hands and then gently placed her lips onto his, starting a soft kiss. Though, she barely gave him any time to adjust since as soon as Belle entered the bedroom aswell, she got back up, threw a sweet smile at him and then approached the bar car, immediately getting close to her again.

Rusty looked at Belle and Carrie a bit confused, his heart beating faster as soon as the door was closed. He almost stopped when the luggage van led him into the bedroom, realising that this was apparently actually going to happen. Maybe they were just teasing him and in reality they were all just going to sit down and have a few drinks together. But he quickly got to know that this wasn’t going to happen. The steamer let out a surprised gasp and looked up at Carrie in disbelief as she climbed onto his lap. His breath hitched and it felt like his heart stopped for a moment when the other one kissed him. It took him a second before he hesitantly kissed her back, his chest filling with a warm tingle. Rusty’s mind was spinning, unable to fully process what was going on. He looked over to Belle with an almost apologetic expression when she entered and watched Carrie getting closer to her again. Now he was actually allowed to watch. In Starlight’s name. This was unbelievable.

“Oh, how I’ve missed ya already, sweetheart~” the bar car groaned longingly and pulled Carrie close by her waist, instantly kissing her again. An intense kiss on top of that! She purposely made sure to stand right in Rusty’s view so he’d be able to see whatever the two were up to. One of her hands wandered a bit down, grabbing and gently squeezing the luggage van’s butt. She had no decency at all. She knew what she wanted and so she’d get it. Belle broke the kiss for a second to glance to the side, smirking at the steamer and then back to Carrie, gladly beginning to unbutton her shirt.

Happily, the luggage van kissed back and wrapped her arms around Belle’s neck, hoping to get as close to her as possible. Her body was already warming up again and knowing Rusty was watching them and soon would be included in their fun made her heart beat faster, a funny feeling making itself clear in her stomach. This was too good to be true! Carrie couldn’t help but release a soft moan into their kiss as her behind was squeezed and as soon as the other began unbuttoning her shirt, the coach’s cheeks flushed. The van let the bar car undo almost all buttons but then turned to Rusty, approached him and smiled sweetly. “Mind helping out a little~?”

Rusty gulped and got a firm grip on the hem of the blanket he was sitting on. He felt so embarrassed and flustered at the same time. There was this voice in the back of his head that told him all of this was crazy and that he should feel ashamed for agreeing to this. But his curiosity and excitement were stronger this time. His lips parted as he watched the two get more into it and he could feel himself getting aroused. As much as he was allowing himself to enjoy the sight, he still wasn’t done with overthinking if he should actually join them. “What?”, he exclaimed with a dry voice and cleared his throat. Rusty felt a wave of nervousness, maybe even panic and he shuffled around a bit. He looked up at her, uncertain if he should do it or not. He licked his lips, his mind racing. He had agreed to this. Followed them here. They wanted this. And he wanted this too. The steamer nodded to himself, deciding that he had to go for it. He would regret not doing this, even if it was probably the craziest thing he’d ever do. Still a bit uncertain he moved forward to the edge of the bed so he could reach out to Carrie, carefully unbuttoning the rest of her shirt.

With an amused expression on her face, Belle watched what was happening, Rusty carefully approaching her lovely luggage van, with his tender hands finishing what she had started. Once he was done unbuttoning her shirt, the bar car appeared behind Carrie, glancing over her shoulder to smile at the steamer. She then gracefully removed the other female’s shirt, letting it slip to the ground so she was left standing there in her bra in front of the engine. “You like what you see, don’t ya~?!” Belle chuckled and then wrapped her arms around the coach, her head resting on Carrie’s shoulder as she placed kisses on her jawline just as her hands reached up to cup the blonde’s boobs, giving them gentle squeezes. “Don’t worry, steamer! I’ll get to you aswell soon~”

Once her shirt was gone and she was left standing in front of Rusty with her bra on, she flashed a shy smile at him, cheeks lightly flushing. Carrie certainly knew she was pretty. But still, she hoped the other thought so too. It would make her so happy knowing Rusty was enjoying seeing her like this. A moan emitted from her as Belle squeezed her breasts while she gained so many lovely kisses and gladly she pushed her behind a bit back against her. The luggage van soon carefully removed herself from the bar car and then once more carefully sat down in the steam train’s lap. “You don’t have to be shy~” she whispered against his lips and then began kissing him. While she once more kissed the engine, the van gently took his hands and guided them to her back where the clasp of her bra was situated, signalling him to open it.

Rusty watched in anticipation when Belle appeared behind the luggage van and removed her shirt. His hands were resting on his knees, digging into his own skin. For some reason he made sure to watch Carrie’s face for a while before looking at her body. He didn’t want to seem like he was only reducing this to their bodies. This was happening because it was Carrie and Belle, not just anyone. When Belle asked him if he liked what he saw he looked up to her, feeling embarrassed again immediately. “Y-yes!”, he answered honestly, his cheeks turning red. Rusty looked surprised when the bar car announced herself to get to him soon. Oh starlight. He must look like a lost boy, the way he sat there, looking back and forth between them. Carrie’s moan sent shivers down his spine and he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. The steamer quickly removed his hands from his knees as soon as the luggage van started climbing onto his lap again. He gulped and nodded hastily when she told him not to be so shy. That was definitely easier said than done. Rusty’s head started spinning again when she kissed him but this time he was a bit quicker with kissing her back, enjoying how amazing this felt. His heart was racing and his chest was tingling. But he halted when she guided him to the clasp of her bra. He broke the kiss and leaned back slightly, looking at her. The question if this was okay was written into his face. He took a deep breath before looking over to Belle, before he started opening the bra with slightly shaking hands.

With a fond smile as she watched the other two, Belle skated over to the bed, elegantly sitting down aswell and crawling behind Rusty, quickly removing her own shirt aswell and then pressing her upper body close to the steamer’s back. “Well well, darling~” she purred into his ear as he still kissed the luggage van and just opened her bra. “You’re doing quite good there.” Belle whispered and then groaned softly, breasts pressed to the engine as she playfully began tugging at the hem of his shirt and letting one hand glide beneath. She then leaned in to place a few soft kisses to his neck, quietly groaning against Rusty’s warm skin.

A soft smile spread on her lips as Rusty kissed her back and even dared to open her bra. It was nice to see that he trusted them despite being as shy as so often. It almost made her kinda.. proud..? In a weird way. There was nothing but a kind smile on her face as the steam train removed the piece of clothing and as soon as it got opened, Carrie made sure to slowly remove it, throwing it to the ground. Now chest bare in front of the male, her cheeks began flushing a little. But she wasn’t ashamed, not at all. Rather full of anticipation. Well you could say that the engine was now sandwiched between… boobs. The carriage shuffled a bit in the steamer’s lap, getting her body just a bit closer to Rusty’s. “Is there… anything I can do for you, darling~?” Carrie purred and very carefully grinded her hips a little, hands placed on his chest.

Rusty felt himself getting nervous when Belle was crawling onto the bed and behind him. He asked himself what was going to happen and for a moment he thought he heard clothes shuffling. He jumped a little when he felt the pressure on his back and he needed a moment to realize what was going on. He shivered when he heard the bar car’s voice right next to his ear, leaning back just slightly to let her know he was craving her attention as much as Carrie’s. Rusty felt supported by the two coaches. They were whispering sweet things to him and making sure he was enjoying himself. When Belle kissed his neck and touched him, groaning ever so sweetly, the steamer let out a quiet moan and his eyes fluttered shut. He felt his face heat up and cheeks turned red when he opened his eyes again too see Carrie’s bare chest in front of him. His hands ran over her back downwards and rested above her rear. “I.. uhm..”, Rusty stammered and gulped. “Y-you two are.. already doing pretty mu-”, he continued and interrupted himself with a moan when Carrie grinded their hips together, tilting his head back so it was now resting against Belle’s shoulder.

Seeing her two friends interact in such a intimate way and feeling the steamer’s warm skin while listening to his adorable shy voice certainly did something to the bar car in a way that her anticipation was growing fast and she herself began to became quite hot. “Shh~ that’s right! Relax~” Belle purred when Rusty’s head leaned against her shoulder. Gently, she ran one hand through his curly brown hair. “Carrie knows what she’s doing. She’s very skilled you know?!” the carriage spoke in a sweet and soft tone as she smiled over to the luggage van who was still grinding her hips in order to benefit the steamer’s pleasure. With a hum she then leaned the slightest bit forward to press her lips to the other female’s and reaching over with her still free hand to gently caress her bare breast.

Carrie more than eaglery kissed Belle back, a lustful moan emitting from her lips as she also felt her friend’s hand on her breast. At the same time she was totally overwhelmed to be so close to Rusty who was being more than just sweet. Sitting in his lap, made her sense the heat emitting from him and she herself could feel her sensitive area reacting aswell. When she backed out of the kiss again, the luggage van moaned. “Oh, Rusty~” She cupped the steamer’s face in her hands and then kissed him, pushing her crotch area a bit more intense against his.

Rusty smiled softly when Belle stroke through his hair and talked to him. He did try to relax but his body was doing anything but relaxing right now. Instead he moaned quietly when Carrie continued to rub against him. The steamer gulped as he watched the two kiss so passionately and it was more than obvious that the view was turning him on. They invited him and he shouldn’t feel bad for watching but he was still feeling a bit ashamed. Carrie’s lustful moan sounded so sweet and good and he hoped he could make her moan like this too. Maybe even Belle if she let him. He let out a sigh and shivered. He was nervous but also full of anticipation and excitement. Rusty looked into Carrie’s eyes and when she leaned towards him he felt his chest tingling. He melted under her touch and kissed her back immediately. The moan he emitted when she pushed stronger against him sounded muffled and his fingers dug into her skin slightly. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch her any longer. His hand gently wandered over her skin, stroking and enjoying how soft her skin is. The steamer hesitated for a second before he went up to carefully cup her breast to knead it gently, his thumb ever so carefully brushing the nipple. His other hand moved over the sheets and behind him, eventually making out Belle behind him. He wanted to touch her so badly. Rusty stroke over what was probably her thigh. It was a bit clumsy but he didn’t care right now.

“That’s right~~” she hummed softly once she witnessed Rusty finally daring to actually touch Carrie and seemingly absolutely enjoying it like he should. Belle watched the steamer’s hand reaching for her thigh and when he did giving it a gentle stroke. The carriage smiled gently and gladly let it happen. It felt good. Being close to the steamer felt good. He was warm and gentle. Like the luggage van. And shy. She liked that. It was fun controlling the two other’s. It was a lot of fun, indeed. The bar car was still tugging a little at the hem of Rusty’s shirt and soon couldn’t contain herself anymore. Breaking their kisses and touches for a moment, Belle carefully pulled his shirt off, advising and helping him to raise his arms to do sorry. “Sorry~” she purred and placed a soft kiss to his bare shoulder, throwing his shirt aside. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.” The coach giggled and continued placing soft kisses to the steam engine’s warm skin. They should feel free to continue.

Her cheeks pink and her skin tingling, Carrie smiled sheepishly at Rusty once they had to break the kiss. When Belle removed his shirt and he finally aswell wasn’t all too dressed anymore, both her hands placed themselves on his chest, gently caressing it and then softly kissing him again. Though, before they could get back into their passionate kissing, the carriage slipped down his lap, casually beginning to get undressed. She felt both of the other’s glances on her and it only made that warm feeling in her chest grow. The luggage van continued to undressed until she was only wearing her panties. Carefully, she brushed with her hands over her body before dropping onto her knees, smirking up to the steamer. Her elegant hands then got placed onto his thighs, stroking them, ever so slowly moving closer to his crotch area.

Rusty enjoyed every second of kissing Carrie and touching her and Belle, no matter how clumsy he felt at the same time. A wave of nervousness hit him once the bar car had pulled of his shirt. He knew he wasn’t as well trained or buff as others. It wasn’t like he had no muscles at all but they definitely weren’t as build up as for example Greaseball’s. Hopefully the two coaches wouldn’t be too… disappointed? Maybe they had expected more. Rusty felt a bit relieved when Belle kissed his skin and Carrie caressed him, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed. He replied the kiss and watched the luggage van getting off his lap again. For a second he feared that Carrie changed her mind after all but no. She began to undress. The steamer gulped and looked at her in anticipation, only slightly leaning backwards against Belle as if he was testing if this was okay. The way she acted, so dominant and direct, was very exciting. She knew what she wanted and he didn’t plan on getting in her way. No, he wanted to obey. Rusty shivered as those thoughts crossed his mind. This was crazy. In such an unbelievable but also exciting way. His lips parted slightly once he saw Carrie almost completely undressed. She was so beautiful. Rusty felt himself tense up as she went down on her knees. She had to be playing. This couldn’t be true. He smiled back at her a bit clumsily and watched her in anticipation. He opened his mouth as if to say something but quickly shut it again to suppress the sigh that was rising up from within. His fingers were digging into the blanket and Rusty once more didn’t know how to handle himself and this situation. Just minutes ago he had felt confident enough to kiss Carrie and touch her breast and just like that he felt like a nervous mess again.

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Rusty and Belle both watched Carrie undress and the coach was more than just enjoying this. Seeing her lovely luggage van being as beautiful as ever was something she always appreciated and she liked that there was someone else who would appreciate it probably almost just as much. A smirk crossed her face as she witnessed her friend getting down onto her knees in front of the steamer and once she spotted his fingers digging into the blanket, fully tensed up, the dominant female saw it as her duty to try and make him relax a little. "Shh~ Relax~!" she whispered softly into his ear and placed a few more of her gentle kisses to his neck, a bit further until she reached his shoulder. "I assure you that she'll make you feel amazing." Belle shuffled up to the engine's side, taking his face in her hands and directing it towards her own. She then pressed her lips onto his, kissing him. The bar car's kisses were more intense and less shy than Carrie's but nonetheless full of care and passion.

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49. would you rather be a fairy or a mermaid?

As cool as mermaids look, I am almost certain that they can't have a good drink due the fact of them living underwater so a fairy it will be.

4. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

Oof, that's a good question... About 13 I believe? That was a nice one!

22. did you have a favorite stuffed animal when you were little? do you still own it?

No. At least I don't remember that I really had one growing up. My parents were rather strict and as silly as it sounds - that included getting rid of most toys as fast as possible the older I got.

#ask #anonymous

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1. are you religious?

2. what animal do you think you’re most like?

3. how do you take your coffee?

4. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

5. museum date or aquarium date?

6. do you have any tattoos or piercings? do you want more?

7. favorite fruits?

8. favorite vegetables?

9. i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank)

10. do you cry a lot?

11. who are your closest friends?

12. have you ever been a part of a protest or a march?

13. do you play any video games?

14. did you ever have an emo or scene phase?

15. what color is most of your wardrobe?

16. what do you like to do for fun?

17. what is your biggest fear?

18. name a subject you know a lot about.

19. favorite fictional characters?

20. do you read a lot? what are your favorite books?

21. how would you describe your style?

22. did you have a favorite stuffed animal when you were little? do you still own it?

23. what’s something most people love that you hate?

24. do you think you’re a good singer?

25. who do you live with?

26. favorite desserts?

27. what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

28. favorite makeup brands?

29. favorite clothing stores/brands?

30. what was your first job?

31. do you take a lot of naps?

32. what is your favorite part about your body?

33. are you more dominant or more submissive?

34. are you more outgoing or more shy?

35. how tall are you?

36. what is your body type?

37. favorite flower?

38. favorite planet?

39. what do you want to dress up as for halloween this year?

40. do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?

41. describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.

42. who is your biggest inspiration?

43. do you have any kinks?

44. do you own any pets?

45. which celebrity do people say you look the most like?

46. do you like sports?

47. have you ever seen a broadway musical?

48. what is your favorite kind of food?

49. would you rather be a fairy or a mermaid?

50. what is your instagram?

51. glossy lips or matte lips?

52. do you like cherry, grape, blue raspberry, watermelon, or green apple jolly ranchers the best?

53. what are your best personality traits?

54. what is your ethnicity?

55. what different hair colors have you had?

56. favorite disney princess?

57. favorite album of 2017?

58. have you ever had braces?

59. favorite holiday?

60. post a selfie.

61. are you a good swimmer?

62. do you wear jewelry?

63. can you play any instruments?

64. do you have any siblings?

65. are your grandparents still alive? how old are they?

66. who knows the most about you?

67. are you a more quiet person or do you talk a lot?

68. what advice would you give to your 13 year old self?

69. how many pillows do you sleep on?

70. ask any question you’d like.

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Sleeping sentence starters

1. “Psst! Are you asleep?”

2. “Shut up and go to sleep.”

3. “How long was I asleep?”

4. “Sleep is a waste of time. I have more important things to do.”

5. “I can’t go to sleep now! I have too much to do!”

6. “I can’t sleep.”

7. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

8. “I can’t believe you fell asleep during ______.”

9. “Can’t sleep?”

10. “If you think I’m going to get any sleep at all after that, you are sorely mistaken.”

11. “Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.”

12. “Don’t fall asleep this time, okay?”

13. “Did you get any sleep at all last night?”

14. “I got exactly no sleep last night.”

15. “You have terrible sleeping habits.”

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Dreams and Nightmares Questions

What was a dream you had as a child that still bothers you to this day?

What was the last thing you dreamed about?

Describe your worst nightmare.

Describe your best dream.

Describe a dream or nightmare you’ve had recently.

Do you daydream often? If so, what about?

Do you remember a lot of your dreams or do you forget them as soon as you wake up?

What is a reoccurring theme in your dreams/nightmares?

Have you ever had a dream come true before?

Describe the last dream/nightmare you’ve had that included a friend.

Describe the last dream/nightmare you’ve had that included a family member.

Describe the last dream/nightmare you’ve had that included an enemy.

Describe the last dream/nightmare you’ve had that included a crush/love interest/partner.

Do your memories affect your dreams?

Think of your last dream. Use a dream dictionary to interpret what it means. Is it accurate?

Do you have nightmares more often than dreams?

Does your dreams/nightmares affect your sleeping?

Have you ever woken up feeling a certain way about a particular topic or person because of a dream or nightmare? What was it about?

Have you ever woken up from a nightmare unable to move?

Have you ever woken up and found yourself in a different place entirely from where you’ve fallen asleep?

Which dream brings you peace?

Which dream brings you grief or longing?

Have you ever waken up with a resolution to a problem or situation because of a dream?

What do you do to help ease yourself from nightmares, such as a person or warm drink?

Free space! Ask your own question!

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@carrietheluggagevan & @rusty-is-my-name

"That's right~~" she hummed softly once she witnessed Rusty finally daring to actually touch Carrie and seemingly absolutely enjoying it like he should. Belle watched the steamer's hand reaching for her thigh and when he did giving it a gentle stroke. The carriage smiled gently and gladly let it happen. It felt good. Being close to the steamer felt good. He was warm and gentle. Like the luggage van. And shy. She liked that. It was fun controlling the two other's. It was a lot of fun, indeed. The bar car was still tugging a little at the hem of Rusty's shirt and soon couldn't contain herself anymore. Breaking their kisses and touches for a moment, Belle carefully pulled his shirt off, advising and helping him to raise his arms to do sorry. "Sorry~" she purred and placed a soft kiss to his bare shoulder, throwing his shirt aside. "Didn't mean to interrupt." The coach giggled and continued placing soft kisses to the steam engine's warm skin. They should feel free to continue.

#me too xx

melamemea

reaction symbols . // meme .

send me a symbol for my muse to react to…

🌙… being asked to sleep over at your muse’s place.

⭐️… being asked on a date by your muse.

🔥 … receiving a hot, drunken smooch from your muse.

💥 … colliding with your muse somewhere (could be in school).

🌈 … your muse coming out of the closet to mine.

🌊 … seeing your muse in swim wear for the first time.

💦 … being splashed with water by your muse.

🍀 … winning an arcade game with your muse.

🌻 … having their back rubbed in sunscreen by your muse.

🌸 … being asked to prom by your muse.

🐾 … meeting your muse’s pet for the first time.

🍌 … feeling your muse’s boner press up against their back.

🍳 … walking in on your muse having made them breakfast.

🍑 … your muse groping their butt.

🍿 … your muse surprising them with a trip to the cinema.

🍒 … feeling your muse’s tongue on their neck.

🎤 … your muse singing bad/good (your choice) karaoke.

🎱 … your muse owning mine’s ass in pool.

⚾️ … your muse giving mine a promise ring/couple’s necklace.

🎡 … your muse taking mine to the local amusement park.

roleplaymemesforyou

My muse cannot lie ! Send :

( feel free specify a context for each symbol )

💓 - And a name to ask if they would start a relationship with them. ⇕ - And a name to ask if they would sleep with them. ✮- And a name to hear their real feelings for them.< ☠ - And a name/ topic to hear what they hate the most about it/them. ✂- For one of the wrost mischief they did. ₪ - For a kink. 回 - For a phobia they have. ✦ - For a guilty pleasure. ◎ - Next to any question to have it answered sincerely, no matter how personal or embarassing.

rpmemesandmusing

This post is to let you know that you’re free to send me starters. Even if I’m not online. Even if we’ve never interacted before. Even if we’re not mutuals.

Ways to send me starters:

1. Send in a meme (If it’s an older meme that I’ve re-blogged please say what the meme is for.)

2. Send in a starter in the ask box.

3. Tag me in a starter. To do that type @ and my blog’s url/name.

4. If your blog is a side blog, and you want to use the ask box, send in the starter as well as @ your blog’s url/name.

If my blog is multi-muse, specify which muse/verse you want, otherwise I will use my main muse and that muse’s main verse.

memeasaurus-promptus

Soft Affection

Send in an icon for my muse to:

🎀 Play with your muse’s hair

✋ brush fingers/hold hands

👉 Gently poke or prod yours

💐 give a gift

🎎 sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours

🛌 take a nap with yours

🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other

🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item

☺ stroke your muse’s cheek/face

🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing

✨+ add your own

🐱 to reverse

rp-meme-glaceon

Unusual questions for your muse

🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few? 🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 🛋- Does your muse like to have company over? 📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type? 🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures? 💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle? 🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought? 📰- Does your muse like to read the news? 📇- Is your muse a gossiper? 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? 🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places? 🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it? ⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to? 🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer? 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly? 🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily? 🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to? 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals? 🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

my muse is about to keel over of tiredness/sleep. what will muse do? send your muse reaction.

will they pull them to sleep on their lap, order them to go to bed, carry them to their bed? you can use the submission box for a lengthy response.

#sorry for taking so long to reply :(

@carrietheluggagevan & @rusty-is-my-name

Seeing her two friends interact in such a intimate way and feeling the steamer's warm skin while listening to his adorable shy voice certainly did something to the bar car in a way that her anticipation was growing fast and she herself began to became quite hot. "Shh~ that's right! Relax~" Belle purred when Rusty's head leaned against her shoulder. Gently, she ran one hand through his curly brown hair. "Carrie knows what she's doing. She's very skilled you know?!" the carriage spoke in a sweet and soft tone as she smiled over to the luggage van who was still grinding her hips in order to benefit the steamer's pleasure. With a hum she then leaned the slightest bit forward to press her lips to the other female's and reaching over with her still free hand to gently caress her bare breast.

[Injury Starter] “Does this hurt when I touch it?” - @belle-thebarcar

@belle-thebarcar

“Ow! Fils de pute!” Cried the French engine as pressure was added to her swollen knee.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Belle mumbled and shook her head with a sigh.

“Wait here! I’ll get something for you to cool it..”

And with that the coach went off into the kitchen, a minute later returning with a cold pack wrapped in a thin towel.

She then knelt down in front of the French engine who was sitting on the couch and gently pressed said cold pack against her swollen knee.

“Now tell me, my ever so salty favourite French… What have you done this time, hm?”

The bar car glanced up to Coco with a raised eyebrow.

Coco grit her teeth and grunted as she adjusted to the cooking sensation upon her knee and eventually it felt a lot more tolerable. She probably looked a mess. Hair all over the place, makeup smudged, armour dented and scratched. “Me?” The French engine spluttered, pointing to herself. “What ‘ave I done? Non non non, I did not cause this, zhat huge– Russian! ‘E shoved me out of zee way during practice which is against zee rules since it is only practice- and I was sent FLYING! Four other engines, all piled on top of me!” Coco huffed angrily, crossing her arms across her chest. “My shoulder ‘urts too but I cannot get zee box off.”

Thoughtfully the coach nodded, listening to Coco’s words.

“I see, I see…” she mumbled finally, once the other was finished talking and then with a sympathetic smile glanced up to the French.

“Gotta teach our big Russian boy not to have too many shots before practice then..”

She giggled lightly and then grabbed the other’s hand, gliding it up to her own knee so she’d hold the cold pack in place.

“Hold that!” Belle ordered and then gently, spread the female engine’s legs a little so she could slip right between them.

“Let’s get all of this off then, shall we~”

The bar car winked as she pointed at Coco, of course jokingly referring to more than just the boxes the other was complaining about.

Belle was on her knees, her arms reaching up to start removing the French’s boxes. It probably was the more complicated way to do so. She could have gotten up and do it from above or behind but he just didn’t feel like it.

Carefully, the coach sat said boxes aside once they were removed and then with a fond smile lightly leaned on to the engine’s thigh, comfortably resting her arm there.

“Better?”

The sassy, and usually stroppy French engine did find herself a little tongue tied when Belle decided to situate herself between her legs… and she got an eyeful down the other’s top. Coco averted her eyes, because she wasn’t a perv like some other engines out there and just stared at her nearly empty wine glass on the table. The ice pack was thankfully helping, and she hoped that once the box was gone it would relive some pressure on her shoulder. And of course she was right, Belle had placed the boxes aside and then made herself comfortable… “Oui.” The engine said quietly, finally drawing her gaze back up to Belle. “Merci, Belle.” God she sounded so meek. Dammit.

A sweet smile crossed her lips as she heard the other’s quite voice thanking her.

“You’re welcome, darling.” Belle purred softly and then let out a sigh before glancing down and then back up to the French.

“You’ll probably hate me for saying this but you shouldn’t attend training for the next few days. Don’t want you to hurt yourself even more, you know..”

The coach gave the engine’s thigh a gentle pat and an almost apologizing expression could be seen on her face.

Coco’s face had never worn such a scowl before. “I am going to ‘urt zhat Russian. It is all ‘is fault! Immense bâtard, je vais le tuer pour ça. Fils de pute!“She continued to ramble angrily about racing, the Russian engine and her injuries. Eventually Coco shut up and huffed in annoyance, staring up to Belle. “Non I don’t ‘ate you ma belle, you are just… advising what is best.” The French engine sighed and tilted her head back to the cushion. Bed rest sounded dreadful.

Belle gladly let the other ramble along angrily if that’s what she wanted to do and if it’s what made her feel better.

It surely always helped the bar car who was known for her angry rambling aswell every now and then.

Hell, witnessing Coco that aroused, cursing in French almost was highly attractive!

“I’m sure you’ll get the chance to kick his drunk ass soon enough.” the coach chuckled and then straightened her position a little, getting back on her knees. “If you want to I can invite him to a few drinks right before the next race. He’ll be wasted and eventually races into the wrong direction.”

Belle smiled up to Coco but then bit her bottom lip as a certain thought crossed her mind.

“Anyways, maybe we could use the fact that you won’t be able to attend training for our advantage, hm~?!”

The engine parted her lips to say something, curiously eyeing the carriage who clearly had some ideas swirling around in her mind. ”We?“ Coco mumbled, raising a perfect brow. She shifted uncomfortably, letting her free hand gently pat Belle’s arm. Swallowing thickly, the French engine sat herself up a little so that she was just about level with the carriage. She was grateful, on the inside, that Belle was willing to put up with her whilst she was out of racing action but evidently there was something the carriage was interested in the meantime. “Darling, I ‘ave had nearly two glasses of wine… poured to the top, you are going to ‘ave to be a little clearer~”

“Well….~” Belle purred and then reached up with her hands to gently place them on the other’s waist.

She shuffled a bit closer and a teasing smirk crossed her face as her thumbs began stroking the engine’s sides.

“You’re injured but I surely know how to make you feel a whole lot better.”

Belle’s face got a bit closer to Coco’s and she slightly tilted her head.

“Hm~?”

Belle had this… wonderful knack of flustering Coco when hardly anyone else could. She just chuckled and gazed up at the other, a smirk twitching at the corner of her lips. Admitidly this did frustrate the French engine slightly… she liked to be the one in charge, in any situation. Though again only Belle of course could be the one to sway that, she just had this way about her which could make Coco melt into a puddle. “Mhm… ma Belle you always know ‘ow to make me feel better.” She purred, letting her hand run up and down the carriage’s back.

“I do, oui~” the bar car whispered and then leaned in to place a kiss on Coco’s lips. It was a short but certainly heartfelt kiss.

Belle’s hands drifted from the engine’s waist down to her thighs, gently giving them a rub as a soft groan emitted from her.

“Actually, making you feel better is one of my favourite things.”

The coach pecked her lips again and then smiled.

“Oh really?~” Coco cocked a brow and smirked, leaning in close to brush her lips to Belle’s, humming in content. “Good thing you are so good at it…” she murmured, hand reaching up to cup the back of the bar car’s head she drew her in for a deeper kiss, more passionate. Belle did so many wonderful things to her, gave her so many wonderful feelings. They were like cheese and wine, they went together perfectly.

Gladly Belle let her hands trail along Coco’s thigh and once again back up to her waist. And eventually one of her hands even moved a bit further up, resting on the engine’s breast.

She kissed back, her heart full of love for the female in front of her and the warm feeling inside of her clearly also indicating the already slight arousal.

“You know I only want you~” the bar car purred inbetween their kiss.

“You’re too good for me, mon amour~” Coco mumbled, her engine rumbling slightly at the touches of affection. She pecked the carriage’s lips again and again, working her kisses slowly down Belle’s jaw to her neck, her free hand guiding the other closer to lay atop her. Even in this what Coco would refer to as ‘vegetable state’ she was still determined to have some kind of dominance, whether that would last long she didn’t know. Belle was very good at reclaiming dominance.

A soft groan left the coach as her jaw and then also neck was kissed by her French engine.

“Is there… anything I can do for you, Coco~?” Belle purred, shifting a little to get as comfortable as possible on top of the other.

“Really anything.. I’d be more than willing to… help.”

She kissed the French once more.

“Pass me my wine?” Coco snickered jokingly, gazing up into Belle’s eyes. The engine looped an arm around the carriage’s waist and pulled her closer, nudging her nose to Belle’s. “I guess I ‘ave got a lot of pent up frustration, mon amour…” She purred, stealing another kiss.

“You know I’d be the last one to say no to a good glass of alchohol so if you could actually use some more, you just gotta release me..”

Belle giggled and looked down at the other’s arm wrapped around her waist.

She reached up with one hand to gently brush some of Coco’s hair behind her hair and then placed a few loving kisses onto her jawline, further down to her neck.

“I almost don’t want to let you go…” Coco purred as the beautiful carriage peppered kisses along her jaw and neck. It felt lovely. Mildly distracted by Belle’s affections, the engine’s arms loosened around her waist, effectively allowing her the space to move.

She continued with her kisses before gracefully slipping down the couch to skate over to the table, filling Coco’s glass with more wine as she smiled over to her.

Belle then took the glass and took a sip of her own before handing it to her engine.

“There you go, darling~” the coach purred and then went back to her previous seat. But instead of also continuing with her kisses, she began removing her own shirt, pulling it over her head and then carelessly throwing it to the ground.

Belle flashed a playfully smirk at Coco and chuckled.

“Oh, you are a naughty minx, mon amour~” Coco purred over the rim of her glass as she watched Belle undress. The engine took a sip and her eyes rolled in delight. “Oh, c'est magnifique. I tell you, wine and making love to you are my two favourite things…” she smirked before taking not just a sip, but a literally gulp of wine… well… until she had drained the glass and it was empty.

“Oh yeah~?” she chuckled and watched Coco with a charming smile, lightly biting into her own bottom lip.

She took the glass back from the engine and got up again to place it back onto the table.

Before sitting back down, Belle decided to put on a little strip show for her love.

Teasingly, she turned around, very slowly getting rid of her skirt and leggings aswell, of course leaning down in front of the French to show off what she got.

There came a rumble from Coco’s engine as she watched the display before her, and if it wasn’t for her sore knee she would’ve been up on her wheels by now ready to take Belle. But no, she was stuck on the couch practically drooling. “You, mon amour, are a tease.” The French engine grumbled frustratedly, and compared to the other who was now borderline naked, she felt very very covered.

“I’ll take that as a compliment~~” the bar car chirped in an amused manner and finally turned around to curiously eye Coco.

She indeed was by far too clothed in this moment for her taste but at the same time, teasing the engine was a lot of fun.

Deciding to stall everything a bit, Belle out one hand on her hip, sweetly smiling but not yet approaching the French again.

“More wine?”

“Oh, oui s'il vous plaît.” She sighed, chewing her lip as she watched Belle. Coco could see the playful look in her eye, the engine was well aware her carriage was up to something. Knowing Belle it could only be good things. This was… taking a long time. Coco was only getting more and more on edge.

“Alright.”

Humming softly, the bar car poured in more of the alcoholic liquid and had no shame at all to be almost naked. In fact, she enjoyed the engine’s eyes laying upon her. It created a warm and pleasing feeling in her chest.

“There you go, my love~” Belle mumbled and handed Coco her drink. She then skated away, situating herself behind the couch, right behind the other.

The carriage placed both her hands on her love’s shoulder, beginning to gently massage them a little.

This time Coco simply sipped the wine, savouring it a little more than she had done before. What glass was this now? Number four- no five! “Mom amour~ if you’re trying to get me drunk it’s working.” The engine purred, her eyes rolling as the carriage started to massage her shoulder. One was a little tender from the crash but the massage was helping.

"Oh?”

Belle couldn’t resist another excited smirk and gladly she continued with her slow and gentle movements of her hands.

“Is it more like.. this state of drunkness is making me overly dominant and I’d totally like to take control of a certain bar car or are you more in that.. I’ll let my seductive carriage call the shots cause I’m too wasted to do so myself mood...?”

She giggled and in the mean time eventually had let her hands move a bit further down the engine’s body.

Yes, Belle had witnessed both already and she would never say no to either option.

The French engine groaned softly, Belle’s experienced hands working lower was definitely making her lean towards option number too. Really, it was all the carriage’s fault. She had served her the copious amounts of wine, she was being truly a seductive little minx and as much as Coco wanted to take control right here and right now, her knee hurt like a bitch. "Both options are very tempting, my love~ but I am leaning towards option number deux. You ‘ave made me drunk— all zee wine! I love wine… I love you Belle.” Coco mumbled into the glass as she drained it completely.