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dirty words

Some dirty quotes and pickup lines to start some interactions! Collected around the internet. Feel free to change pronouns/parts as needed.

I’ve got a dirty mind, and you’re on it.

I can’t taste my lips, could you do it for me?

Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

You have such a pretty/handsome/cute face, it would look even better between my legs.

Nice pants, can I test the zipper?

The difference between being hungry and being horny is where you stick the cucumber.

I will not be held responsible for what happens if you kiss my neck.

Tell me you’ll always be by my side… and on top of me… and under me.

I love you for your personality but your (insert preferred body part here) is a bonus.

I hope your day is as nice as my ass.

Good morning, you sexy beast.

You’re adorable, in that “I wanna fuck you senseless” way.

Come here, I need to grab your butt.

Don’t tell me what to do unless we’re naked.

#Talk To Me ||MEME||#nsfw

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m/m nsfw gif starters

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justsmutmemes:

Send me a number and a ship and I’ll write up a starter based on the gif. Bonus points for not peeking! (Or you can peek, it’s cool) None of these gifs were made by me and were collected from gif hunts and rph sites.

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#Talk To Me ||MEME||#nsfw

Message through inbox! Could be fun!

battlexfodder:

Luche looked down at the other man, somewhat amused by the attempt at sarcasm, and glad to see that he still had some fight left in him. It was a good sign, really.

“Yeah, sorry kid. Not much I can do until we get these-” On the word ‘these’, he popped the other dislocated shoulder back into place with a remarkably practiced movement. “-taken care of.”

With the joints back in place once more, he took the potion and broke it over the man. It would help with some of the wounds, but not all of them. They would need to get some stronger potions to take care of the rest, but maybe he’d at least be able to stand now.

“Can you get up?”

He wasn’t expecting much to be able to be done- ouch. The sheer pain of which tore through his shoulder, arm and chest upon the other joint being popped back into place was excruciating to say the very least and the young male could not help but marginally arch his back and cry out. When left for but a moment he merely lay limp upon the ground, not daring to move for it felt as if much of his person was aflame with bruising, cuts, purposeful harm - and he certainly did not want to aggravate anything to cause more discomfort. “I don’t... know-” He couldn’t entirely feel his limbs and indeed Nero was uncertain as to how anything would respond, but in the least his mind was clearing somewhat - he would try and stand, in the least, if only to not be a further burden. “How’d ya’ find me...?”

#battlexfodder

ravusnightblossom:

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟ As he stepped back onto his ship, Ravus had originally held full intentions of departing and leaving Nero to rest in his own self-destruction. Such thing were not an ordeal that Ravus was used to dealing with, nor did he condone the ‘weaknesses’ in world that was purely set around a survival of the fittest attitude. He saw it as coddling and enabling, to offer any sort of comfort in regards to it.

Regardless of all that, he found himself pacing back and forth inside his own ship. He sat down on the bench, pondered the situation repeatedly, then stood and paced some more.

Hell…

With a resigned sigh, he bustled around the airship for a moment, collecting some various items- bottles of water and other necessities, considering her was certain the other would be dehydrated, given his state of sobriety…or lack there of. Cursing himself, he then slowly made his way back into the haven and stepped right into the door of the other vessel.

Seeing Nero laying on the floor, he resisted the urge to shake his head. The blanket he’d brought over was then unfolded and draped over the other male, before Ravus again sighed and moved to sit own on the floor beside him, placing the bottles of water nearby.

It had been some time, in truth, since Nero had been in such a horrendous state and it was only going to get worse now that he was gradually falling into the depths of the beginnings of withdrawal. It would not be a fun ride but if he could get through it, perhaps he stood a change of getting his life back on track, finding some kind of purpose or something. Nero focused his vision upon the other’s leg, seeing that he had sat himself down besides him; the weight of the blanket welcome though his fierce trembling continued rather terribly. What would come next? In all truth the youth did not know but he did not have the strength to reach for the small bag of narcotic substance of which he had purchased and so it was left there, teasing him, torturing him. Then his hand reached out. Not toward the narcotics but instead toward the male to his side, his hand resting upon his leg. Why? The comfort of another person actually being there for the first time in his cursed life - and such a statement was further defined by the hand he had reached out, for it was the one of which glowed blue with a fierce red exoskeleton.

heartonmytrigger:

Prompto shrugged and said, “I’m not really the hero type honestly. I’m just a helpful guy if anything. My friends are more heroic looking than me.” He didn’t look upset honestly, but there was this small glint of something in his eyes. “I don’t mind. I’m good at my own things. I know I won’t be this awesome superhero like on TV, but I’m cool in my own way at least.” He paused and shrugged. “I think so anyway.” The Chocobo kwehed and nudged the blond’s face with hers which got a laugh out of him. “Guess she thinks I’m cool, huh?” he beamed.

He looked back with a curious expression before asking, “You said you were tired, yeah? You planning on spending the night in this outpost? We’re probably going to stay the night and leave in the morning ourselves.”

Nero listened quietly, his gaze idly fixated on the distance, deep breaths drawing inward; ah, how wonderful the fresh air was especially at that time of night, and the simplicity of hearing another ramble about something of which mattered to them was... comforting. Nero isolated himself far too often - hunts after hunts - it was easier to keep himself out of the way, especially giving his mutation, hiding under his sleeve and glove. “Uh... yeah... I’m probably gonna hang out here for the night. I was meant to go for a hunt but...” He exhaled, running fingers through his white hair; “I haven’t slept well in some time so - I could do with a decent night’s sleep instead, ya’ know?” Even if it would be on the floor, cooped up in a corner.

ravusnightblossom:

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟ Ravus’ eyes rolled at the sound of the blatant begging. Of course, that was how this was going to be. Why would he have expected otherwise. Whatever. He was no one’s babysitter and this was not his mess to drag himself into the middle of.

“Yes. You need it,” he spat, sarcastically, then all but tossed the small bag back at him. Even if he did have the motivation to attempt to sway Nero away from such substances, he certainly wasn’t going to do so while they were in the darkness in the middle of nowhere, while the other was already sorely drunk.

“Fine.” Turning away, he started to storm off toward the open entrance of the ship. If this was what was happening, he had no desire to be a part of it. It was a level of toxicity that pained him enough that he was not prepared to deal with it.

Stepping out into the rain, he made his way toward his own ship, intent on leaving…though something in the back of his mind almost laughed at him and made him aware that he would be able to bring himself to do that, leaving Nero unguarded until morning when he was in his current state.

There was no denying that Nero was ashamed of his drug dependency - but what else did he have to pick up his mood? Life had taken such a downward spiral that he had desperately sought something to cling to. And unfortunately, that something had been narcotics; often did he wander how many others fell through societies gaps and into the hands of terrible things. The other’s anger did not aid him, his drunken state and desperation forced him into the realms of tears, his hands shaking as he tried to open the small, tightly wrapped bag but couldn’t and before long he merely lay on the ground, inside the landed ship, sobbing. He would try again and again, moments and moments after one another until he finally gave up. Nero was simply shaking too badly to focus, too drunk to be convenient. A mess.

#TW: Narcotics #tw; drug abuse

@piraticalwit || Discovered the HUNTER

A holiday - that was what Dante said he had needed and thus the youth found himself within the confines of a city he knew nothing about, did not feel comfortable within and, well... Boredom sought him out already. Scuffing his feet as he wandered down the pavement, hands within the confines of his pockets, Nero sought out something of which would break the dire boredom within his consciousness before he simply up and went back home.

#piraticalwit

@eosxdivided || Discovered the HUNTER

There was little worse, or so he could currently think of, than trudging across harsh terrain in the blistering heat. Even being so early in the morning, the sun low in the sky was already setting out such terrible heat that the youth was half-certain it would melt him come midday. Hunts in the Hammerhead region were always vulgar when it came to surroundings but they were often paid rather well and in all honesty... he could have done with a decent night’s sleep in a motel or something of the sort - and cash was needed for such things. Thus, there he was, experiencing his pet hatred in the name of a comfy bed. Presuming that there would be no other crazy enough to be within the bare wilderness at such an hour, Nero had both sleeves upon his jacket rolled up - his mutated arm on show with it’s beauteous blue glow - the strength within it the source of his good fortune when it came to battling. But it was just his luck, was it now, that there was another nearby.

#eosxdivided

@rogueoracle || Discovered the HUNTER

Oh it hurt; it hurt more than anything he had experienced thus far in his short life. Hunting was a dangerous job to have, one had to admit and accept such a thing; the chances of getting hurt were always high and it just so happened that the afternoon at hand was the one in which the youthful hunter would fall. The battle had been nary short of tough, exhaustion setting into bones very soon after but such was hardly at the forefront of his mind for injuries that time were rife. The pack of coeurls had been too much for he alone and thus lacerations had been caused across the majority of his right hand side, blood loss beginning to consume him as he walked. A haven - that was what he was seeking - in the least to save himself from becoming daemon chow during the night if he were to collapse. Through bleary vision could he see one in the distance but his knees buckled before he reached such, the strength to stand again simply nonexistent.

#rogueoracle

@lasertags || Discovered the HUNTER

What was with everyone trying to kill him lately? His wandering across the various continents of the world, seeking someplace to fit in had come to an abrupt halt when he became the hunted one afternoon. Some variety of security force, as far as he could tell, had taken one look at him and attempted to shoot him on the spot. Rude! His escape had been swift but finding himself holed up in an alleyway, he contemplated just what had happened. It was hardly the kind of thing one would expect and he had even gone to lengths to cover the mutation of his arm - long sleeves; though his fingers had been out in the open - their glowing blue rather noticeable. Now - just to catch his breath.

#lasertags

@sanguisi-daembrallea || Discovered the HUNTER

The cold that night seemed far more than usual - a certain nip within the air of which one could not explain. Booted feet paced the harsh ground, exhaled breaths pluming before his face in wisps of white, soon raising upward toward the darkened sky to intermingle and dissipate. He’d not felt so bizarre since the fall of Fortuna - and the mainland was nary much better. Perhaps there was some variety of demon nearby he had not noted? Unlikely- but there was something out there.

#sanguisi-daembrallea

@izunix || Discovered the HUNTER

Aching legs continued to carry the young male as he trudged across the uneven terrain; several hunts notched upon his belt that day but yet had he managed to rediscover a haven in order to rest for the evening. With so few folk around, Nero had his arm out on display - the use of it during larger hunts paramount to his success for he was lithe and small due to undernourishment. Ah - finally did he sit himself down unto the glowing stones of the haven, his legs outstretched before his person, hands leaning back in order to support himself. Oh, the feeling of getting his weight off of his feet was simply bliss; very little could compare after a long day. And so for but a few moments was his guard let down, his eyes closed to enjoy the breeze, and then when they reopened - there was a figure very nearby; “Woa - where the heck did you come from?”

#izunix

OOC: I’m here to shoot out the starters I owe. Replies will probably come tomorrow.

#Lyrieux Talks Bullshit ||OOC||

ravusnightblossom:

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟ Like a hawk, Ravus continued to watch Nero through narrowed eyes. He didn’t miss the shortness of the quick-spouted reply to his question, of course. It seemed his suspicions were becoming more and more confirmed by the second.

Venturing closer, he stepped right up behind the other man, then reached over his shoulder to pluck the bag right from his shaking hands. Fine. If he wasn’t going to answer him truthfully, then he would simply have to find out for himself.

Quickly turning away before the bag could be snatched back, he took a step to the side as he held it up to the light so he could see it better. Obviously, he was well aware it was filled with some substance that was presumably illegal in some form. He wasn’t that naive. He also knew it shouldn’t bother him- he had no true bond to Nero, aside from an impulsive gift of generosity to keep him warm and dry at night. Yet, it did, for some reason…

“You opt to lay about in havens in the rain, likely in a low-fundage state, yet you still find ways to acquire something such as this?” His lip curled a bit in distaste. It shouldn’t surprise him…

┇ ┈ ✖ ┉ ┇ “No!” The drunken male cried out as if he had been exposed to something absolutely agonising - and it might as well have been for without the contents of the small bag the youth would very quickly sink into the realms of withdrawal for already had he gone a few days without a dosage. So seeing it be snatched from his very fingers and not being balanced enough to stand and retaliate was nothing short of panic-enduing. “Please! I need it!” His vocal tone was absolute begging; a hand reaching up to grasp at fabric over a hip - eyes fixated upon the others face; absolute fear laced within blue eyes. “Please-!” There was little in the youths life of which had ever picked him up, aided him when he was down, offered him comfort... Narcotics had been there when nobody else was; they became his staple to remaining focused and allowed him a shred of happiness. A sad reality.

#TW: Drugs #TW: Drug use

battlexfodder:

He hadn’t meant to let the other man fall, but his dead weight was more than Luche could support unprepared. He gave a soft huff, looking around to see if there was anything he could use to help the situation. Nothing that would support the other’s weight or that he could transport him with, but there was a potion that he snagged from a nearby shelf. Still…

He crouched down near the other man. “Sorry.” It was all the warning he gave before reaching down and popping one dislocated shoulder back into place.

┇ ┈ ✖ ┉ ┇ Nero’s consciousness was lulled into a quiet state of being semi-knowledgeable but exceedingly slow; he could barely open his eyes more than a slither, his usual back-talking and snarky comments completely at a stand still. He had not the strength to move any part of his person, much less speak. Nero did, however, acknowledge the sorry and his consciousness was quick to spike when the sheer agony of his shoulder being moved back into place hit - a weak cry out of pain was offered but certainly, a feeling of relief followed behind. The pain radiated, discomfort rife throughout his person; “...ow-” An attempt at sarcasm.

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