[fishercon]

[ . . . ] FISHERCON ━ an independent , highly selective , & mutually exclusive conrad beck fisher from amazon prime's the summer i turned pretty . brought to life by lexie , twenty-five , she/her.

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[fishercon]

tell me why im crying after watching kpdh for the first time?? im embarrassing

[probuccalfat]

nobody gets me. not because i’m really complicated or anything but because i won’t tell anyone anything real about me

[fishercon]

muse  aesthetic  :  horror  edition.

repost,   don’t   reblog.  bold   whatever   applies

gothic  horror   :  gaslights.  corsets.  ballrooms.  candlelight. mist. starless  nights.  full  moons.  cobbled  streets.  horse-drawn  carriages.  mysterious  strangers.  bogs.  moors. forests.  mountains.  castles.  velvet.  silver.  brass.  gold.  jewels.  domino  masks.  the  opera.  dangerous  romances.  tragic  romances.  violins.  roses.  lilies.  empty  graves. crosses.  cemeteries. snow.  ice. the  gallows.  crows.  ambiguous  illness.  fangs.  pointed  nails.  something  howling  in  the  night.  capes.  gloves.  top  hats.  straight  razors.  lightning.  pipe  organs.  undergrown  caverns.  bats.  mice.  rats.  ravens. cats. pearls.  attics.  talismans.  axes.  wood. isolation  in  a  room  full  of  people.  vampires.  werewolves. ghosts.  coffins.  western  europe.  eastern  europe.  bones.  churches.  catacombs.  mausoleums.  spiders.  books.

classic  horror   :  black  and  white.  powder  puffs.  red  lipstick.  winged  eyeliner.  white  kitten  heels.  black  lace  lingerie.  icy  blue  eyes.  rain.  abandoned  cars. skeletons.  acid.  poison.  voyeurism.  switchblades.  strangling. overcoats.  looking  over  your  shoulder. trans-atlantic  accents.  private  detectives.  dinner  parties.  haunted  mansions.  alcohol  in  glass  decanters.  cobwebs. perfect  blonde  curls.  kitchen  knives. shock.  cellars. dust. dark  alleys. empty  streets. driving  at  night. horn-rimmed  glasses.  radiation.  zombies.  serial  murder.  paranoia  in  the  city.  witches.  the  devil. cannibalism.  conspiracies.  amulets.  abject  terror.  the  american  south. the  american  northeast. england.  analog  cameras.

slashers   :  bloodbaths.  massacres.  wanton  nudity. newspapers.  leather  jackets.  converse  sneakers.  obscured  faces. social  unrest.  bonfires.  lakes.  babysitters.  suburbia.  high  school.  lockers. dead  leaves  in  fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated  television  sets.  nightmares.  psychiatrists.  hospitals.  unstoppable  forces.  gunfire.  police.  landline  telephones.  household  objects  turned  into  improvised  weapons.  halloween.  secrets.  revelations. character  masks.  scrunchies.  queerness.  wild  curls.  jeering  children.  parties. fire.  swearing.  revulsion.  california.  the  american  midwest.  ambulances.

paranormal  horror   :  malevolent  spirits.  seances.  spells.  missing  bodies.  hidden  graves.  white  noise.  static.  flickering  lights.  rings  of  salt.  demons.  poltergeists.  dark  histories.  old  buildings.  cold  air.  mausoleums.  wells.  urban  exploration. a  dog  barking  at  something  you  can’t  see. black  ooze. old  photographs. faces  you  can  swear  you’ve  seen  before,  but  can’t  for  the  life  of  you  figure  out  where.  dark  bodies  of  water. crucifixes.  priests.  possession.  exorcisms.  dolls.

cryptid  and  urban  legend  horror  : aliens.  blinding  light.  dark  woods.  driving  at  night. claw-marks.  bite-marks.  men  in  black.  memory  loss. dismembered  bodies.  sewers.  flashlights.  cellphones.  video  cameras.  cars  with  tinted  windows.  clowns.  something  rustling  outside  your  window.  glowing  light. unsolved  mysteries.  suburbia.  mirrors.  the  american  pacific  northwest.  the  american  midwest.  hiking.  backpacking.

thrillers   :  daylight.  fluorescent  lighting.  morgues.  asylums.  unwavering  eye  contact.  tension. lit  rooms  with  no  one  inside  them. a  dog  digging  in  the  newly  planted  flower  bed.  steely  gazes.  paperwork.  anagrams.  codes.  convicted  killers.  missing  persons.  law  enforcement.  federal  agents.  small  towns.  suspicion.  paranoia.  subdued  terror. dimly-lit  parking  lots.

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[fishercon]

why won’t you let me help you ? / adam

the  house  was  too  quiet .      that  kind  of  stillness  that  hummed  underneath  the  walls ,    where  even  breathing  felt  like  a  disruption .      without  HER .      but  his  dad’s  voice  broke  through  it    —    practiced .      the  kind  of  tone  that  sounded  like  concern  but  seemed  rehearsed .      the  facade  of  being  a  good  parent .      conrad  didn’t  look  up .      not  even  a  flick  of  attention  was  sent  adam’s  way .      his  eyes  stayed  fixed  on  the  half-empty  mug  in  front  of  him ,    the  coffee  gone  cold  by  now .      his  jaw  flexed  once ,    a  quiet  tremor  of  restraint .      he  wanted  to  say  it    —    the  truth  that  sat  bitter  on  his  tongue .      that  he  knew  the  piece  of  shit  cheated  on  his  mom .      all  while  she  was  undergoing  chemo .  

(    now  he  wanted  to  be  there  for  you ??      after  all  the  pain  he  caused  all  of  you ?    )

so  instead ,    he  simply  said ;          ❝    you  can’t …      you  don’t ,    ❞          voice  flat ,    almost  calm      [ … ]      because  adam  wasn’t  deserving  of  his  anger .      reactions  meant  you  cared .      conrad  didn’t .      not  anymore .          ❝    you  don’t  help .      you  just  make  everything  worse .    ❞          the  chair  was  pushed  back ,    the  sound  scraping  through  the  kitchen .          ❝    stop  trying .    ❞

[fishercon]

what are you insinuating ?

the  corner  of  his  mouth  twitched    —    not  soft ;      teetering  on  angry .      her  tone  was  velvet  over  glass ,    smooth  but  sharp  underneath .      there  had  always  been  something  about  her .      the  way  she  watched  people  like  she  was  studying  their  veins  instead  of  their  words ,    the  way  she  looked  at  him  with  a  hunger  deeper  than  just  desire .

(    maybe  you’d  been  pretending  not  to  see  it .      maybe  you  preferred  the  mystery  to  the  truth .      flirting  with  the  danger  rather  than  jumping  into  bed  with  it    )

conrad  stepped  closer  anyway .      knowledge  didn’t  pull  him  away  from  cecily .      there  was  still  a  tether  tugging  him  to  her .      and  maybe  it  was  all  a  trick .      that  compulsion  he  had  read  up  on .      maybe  he  didn’t  care  either  way .          ❝    i  think  you  know  exactly  what  i’m  insinuating ,    ❞          his  gaze  flicked  toward  her  mouth ,    half  expecting  to  see  the  pearly  daggers  peeking  from  behind  her  lips .          ❝    the  late  nights ,    i’ve  never  seen  you  eat  anything ,    how  you  look  at  people  like  you’re  waiting  for  them  to  bleed .    ❞          it  wasn’t  fear .      there  was  disappointment ,    though .      betrayal .          ❝    you  could’ve  told  me ,    ❞          the  edge  had  dulled ,    but  the  ache  underneath  it  hadn’t .          ❝    all  this  time  you  let  me  think  i  was  imagining  it .    ❞          the  trembling  didn’t  stop ,    even  as  the  heat  in  his  veins  cooled ,          ❝    and  the  worst  part ?    ❞          a  pause  that  stretched  too  long ,          ❝    i  still  want  to  trust  you  anyway .    ❞

[story1ines]

the wind is sharp on my skin, pulling at my hair and my shirt, but i barely notice because i’m holding onto him. my hand is flat against his chest, pressed right over the place that’s always kept its rhythm for me, and i can feel it — that stubborn, steady beat — and it makes something in me ache and soften at the same time. i’ve carried so many quiet years of wanting him, of keeping my heart tucked away while he walked out the door or went silent, and now he’s here saying: my heart… it’s yours too, belly like it’s something i can touch. i need to touch it, prove it’s real. my thumb presses into the hollow of his hand and i trace his knuckles like i’m learning the map of him again, like i have to memorize him in case he disappears. i want to tell him everything — the nights i cried into my pillow thinking i’d never matter, the way i’ve loved him through summers and storms, the way i still love him — but the words have to wait. first i have to breathe in the truth that he’s finally here, letting me in.

❝ you thought you could bury it, ❞ i say, voice low, rough around the edges, because i can’t make it pretty for him. ❝ burying doesn’t fix anything, conrad. ignoring it doesn’t make it disappear — it hangs around, until one day it’s loud enough you can’t pretend anymore. ❞ i squeeze his hand, hard, because he needs to understand that love isn’t something you tuck away and pull out when it’s convenient. ❝ you left holes in me when you went away, and i learned how to live around them, how to make myself smaller so they wouldn’t swallow me whole. i loved you through every crack, every quiet, every thing you didn’t see. ❞ my chest feels tight and i laugh a little — a sharp, tired sound. ❝ i loved you when it was easy, and i loved you when it was impossible. that’s what love is, conrad. it’s not a perfect line on a beach. it’s the mornings we wake up cranky, it’s the fights we don’t want to have, it’s the stupid little things that keep us here. ❞

he’s looking at me like he’s trying to memorize every line of my face, like he’s scared he might lose me if he blinks. part of me wants to let go of all the walls, to forgive everything and just collapse into him, but i can’t. not yet. ❝ if you want me, ❞ i murmur, my voice rough and small, ❝ then don’t just say it. show me. show me what staying really means. show up on the mornings when you’re cranky, when you haven’t slept, when you’re just… human. show me when you’re scared or frustrated instead of shutting me out. show up on the days that aren’t exciting or romantic — the ordinary, stupid, messy days — because that’s what makes a life, conrad. that’s what makes us last. ❞

i rest my forehead against his shoulder, the world tipping sideways like it always does when he’s close. he smells like salt and smoke and the summers that made me soft enough to love him, the ones that also left scars i thought had healed. my chest feels tight in a way that has nothing to do with air, and i whisper, almost breaking, ❝ i’m terrified, ❞ because it’s true. ❝ i’m terrified you’ll say all the right things and then leave again. that you’ll wrap me in words like a blanket and then pull it away when i’m cold. ❞ i lift my head and look into his eyes, the ones that have always pulled at me like gravity, and i whisper the thing i’ve been holding in my chest for years: ❝ i love you, conrad. i always have. and right now, with your heart under my hand and the wind ripping at us, i am willing to be brave — but not alone. stay, and prove it to me in the small things. because when i think about forever, when i think about infinity, i think about you. ❞

[fishercon]

the  chill  off  the  ocean  shifted  —    from  a  biting  kind  of  cold  that  once  kept  him  awake  at  night  to  something  almost  merciful .      a  burn  that  meant  he  was  still  alive ,    that  he  could  still  feel  her  warmth  pressed  close  enough  to  soothe  him .      it  was  a  cruel  comfort ,    this  warmth ,    the  kind  that  came  from  proximity ,    from  what  he’d  been  starved  of  for  far  too  long .      her  hand  sat  flat  against  his  chest ,    the  weight  of  it  grounding  him ,    filling  the  hollow  place  that  had  lived  behind  his  ribs  since  the  day  he’d  walked  away .      that  familiar  fire    —    the  one  that  only  ever  existed  in  her  orbit    —    came  roaring  back  to  life .      he  watched  her  through  the  wind,    strands  of  hair  catching  against  her  mouth .      she  didn’t  flinch  from  him  anymore .      not  like  she  did  when  he  first  found  her  on  the  beach .      not  like  that  night  months  ago  when  rain  poured  down  and  he  let  her  go  because  he  thought  that  was  mercy .      it  wasn’t .      mercy  would’ve  been  staying .      the  ache  in  his  chest  was  old ,    familiar ,    but  this  time  it  wasn’t  the  hurt  of  losing  her .      it  was  the  quiet  resolve  of  a  man  who’d  already  learned  what  it  felt  like  to  lose  her  once  and  refused  to  let  it  happen  again .

❝    i  know ,    ❞          voice  catching  in  the  wind .          ❝    i  know  what  i  did  to  you .      i  know  because  i  felt  it ,    too .    ❞          the  words  came  slow ,    as  if  he  had  to  wrestle  them  free  from  the  place  where  he’d  buried  every  regret .          ❝    the  past  few  months    —    a  piece  of  me  was  missing .      and  i  thought  it  was  from  losing  my  mom .      it  wasn’t  just  that …      it  was  that  i  lost  both  of  you .    ❞  

his  hand  found  hers ,    covering  it ,    and  holding  it  steady  where  it  rested  over  his  heart .      the  gesture  felt  small  and  infinite  all  at  once .          ❝    i  thought  i  was  protecting  you ,    ❞          it  was  the  fragile  truth ,    something  he  kept  hidden  to  carry  on  his  own .          ❝    from  me .      from  what  i  was  becoming  from  all  this  grief .      but  all  i  did  was  hurt  you  more .    ❞

(    you  didn’t  give  anyone  the  choice .      you  shut  them  out ,    thinking  you  were  saving  them  from  your  endless  melancholy .      and  maybe  it  was  self-preservation .      if  no  one  saw  you  bleed ,    they  could  still  think  you’re  invincible .      not  a  wounded  thing  pretending  to  be  whole    )

the  admission  hung  there    —    too  heavy  for  the  breeze  to  carry  away .      for  a  moment  he  saw  the  version  of  her  from  the  summers  before  everything  fell  apart .      the  same  stubborn  light  still  burned  behind  her  eyes .      he  hadn’t  blown  it  out  completely .      his  voice  broke  a  little  when  he  said  it ;          ❝    belly ,    you’re  the  only  thing  that’s  ever  felt  like  home  to  me .      but  i  don’t  want  to  drag  you  down  with  me .      i  don’t  want  you  to  feel  like  you  have  to  stick  around  when  i’m  too  much .      because  i  will  be .      i’m  still  not  okay …      and  i  don’t  think  i  ever  really  will  be .    ❞          the  words  left  him  with  a  kind  of  release  that  felt  both  holy  and  sadistic .      a  sigh  slipped  out    —    something  that  had  been  caged  in  his  chest  for  far  too  long .      he  leaned  forward  until  his  forehead  rested  against  hers ,    the  world  tilting ,    wind  curling  around  them  like  it  was  trying  to  pull  them  apart ,    but  he  didn’t  move .  

he  could’ve  said  a  hundred  things .      promises ,    declarations ,    desperate  assurances .      he  didn’t .      it  wouldn’t  be  real .      this  needed  to  be  real    —    not  just  pretty  and  perfect    —    if  this  was  going  to  work  this  time  around .      he  let  his  fingers  curl  tighter  around  hers ,    let  the  steady  beat  beneath  her  palm  speak  for  him .          ❝    i’ll  stay ,    ❞          not  a  promise ,    not  a  plea ,    just  a  truth  stripped  of  all  its  armour .          ❝    good  days ,    messy  days ,    boring  days .      i’ll  show  up  for  every  one  of  them .      i’ll  prove  it  to  you .    ❞          conrad  breathed  her  in  like  salvation .      for  the  first  time  in  months ,    it  didn’t  feel  like  drowning . 

[summerwishes]

❝   i'm   here   with   you   right   now   ,   aren't   i ?   why   can't   that   be   enough   [   .   .   .   ]   unless   i'm   not   enough   .   ❞   such   self-doubt   swallowed   within   sagging   shoulders   ,   gaze   met   the   interior   of   wall   .

[fishercon]

the  exhale  came  out  slowly    —    jaw  tightening  for  a  beat  before  he  moved .      the  springs  of  the  mattress  creaked  under  his  weight  as  he  shifted  closer .      that’s  when  his  hand  found  her  chin ,    coaxing  her  gaze  towards  him .          ❝    hey-    ❞          his  voice  cracked  as  it  came  out ,          ❝    don’t  do  that .      you’re  more  than  enough ,    belly .      you  always  have  been .    ❞      everything  about  her  made  sense  to  him  in  a  way  nothing  else  ever  had .          ❝    that’s  the  problem ,    isn’t  it ?    ❞          the  words  were  breathed  out  through  a  hollow  laugh .          ❝    you’re  everything .      it’s  not  about  ‘enough’ .      it’s  that  i  want  it  all .      i  don’t  want  halfway  with  you .    ❞

[fishercon]

meme call : like this for me to send you tons of memes ( probably until i hit ask limit )

[21chaos]

her   answering   smile   is   sugar   sweet   —   palm   cradling   wine   flushed   cheek,   eyes   drifting   along  his   throat,  the   flex  around   words distracting.      ❝       not everyone is you, conrad.      ❞   thigh   muscles   contract   beneath   grip,   several   fingers   carefully   pinning   his   thumb   in   place —   head   canting   with   renewed   interest. ❝    how   exactly   do   i   look   right   now?       ❞

[fishercon]

the  sound  of  his  name  in  her  voice  did  something  to  him    —    soft ,    drawn  out ,    dripped  in  that  teasing  tone  she  knew  would  undo  him .      his  mouth  curved ,    her  hand  locking  his  into  place ,    as  if  he  would  even  attempt  to  pull  away  from  @bellsconk .          ❝    you  know  exactly  how  you  look  right  now .    ❞          he  echoed ,    the  words  rolling  off  his  tongue  like  the  smoke  dancing  around  the  room .          ❝    beautiful .      irresistibly  so .    ❞          his  thumb  shifted  under  her  hold ,    dragging  slow  circles  against  the  inside  of  her  thigh .  

[fishercon]

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

the  air  shifted    —    heavy  and  electric ,    and  before  he  could  even  breathe ,    she  was  on  him .      the  world  tilted  when  the  back  of  his  knees  hit  the  edge  of  the  mattress .      conrad  let  himself  fall  into  it ;      into  her  gravity .      his  breath  caught  somewhere  between  his  chest  and  his  throat .      the  room  was  too  quiet ,    only  for  the  uneven  rhythm  of  their  breathing ,    the  soft  drag  of  her  fingertips  tracing  the  buttons  of  his  shirt .      hours  ago ,    he’d  been  standing  under  fluorescent  lights  in  brussels ,    forcing  smiles ,    pretending  not  to  count  the  minutes  while  dragging  through  the  closing  ceremonies .      waiting .      for  this      [  …  ]      for  her  to  be  in  his  arms  again .  

his  hands  twitched  at  his  sides  before  they  finally  rose ,    ghosting  over  her  hips .      the  heat  between  them  pulsed ,    a  heartbeat  shared  in  silence .      the  light  caught  in  her  hair ,    a  soft  halo  that  made  her  look  unreal .      maybe  she  was .      maybe  he’d  been  dreaming  her  all  along .          ❝    belly …    ❞          it  came  out  rough .      and  even  as  his  pulse  raced ,    even  as  his  body  trembled  under  the  weight  of  her  gaze ,    he  didn’t  look  away  either .          ❝    fuck …    ❞          he  exhaled ,    the  word  slipping  against  her  skin  before  his  lips  did .      his  mouth  found  the  curve  of  her  neck ,    felt  her  pulse  speed  beneath  the  kiss .          ❝    i  missed  you .    ❞

[fishercon]

what do you think you're doing? / laurel

the  delicate  fingers  wrapped  around  his  forearm  stopped  him  mid-stride ,    dragging  him  back  into  the  glow  of  the  country  club  lights .      laughter  floated  around  them ,    glasses  clinking ,    everyone  drunk  on  the  promise  of  a  wedding  that  was  supposed  to  be  perfect .      but  not  for  him .      the  groom  hated  him ,    and  he  was  in  love  with  the  bride    —    what  kind  of  masochist  stuck  around  for  that ?          ❝    laur,    ❞          conrad’s  voice  broke  before  he  could  swallow  it  down .      he  froze ,    shoulders  rigid ,    eyes  still  rimmed  raw  from  the  tears  he  hadn’t  let  anyone  see .

(    what  were  you  supposed  to  say ?      that  you  couldn’t  stomach  standing  beside  your  own  brother  because  you’d  managed  to  ruin  it  again ?      because  every  choice  you  made  seemed  to  circle  back  to  selfishness ,    to  wanting  what  you  were  never  supposed  to  have ?    )

he  forced  his  mouth  into  something  that  looked  like  a  smile .      it  was  easier  that  way .      he’d  been  perfecting  the  mask  for  years    —    that  easy  half-curve  of  his  lips  that  made  people  believe  he  was  fine ,    even  when  the  weight  of  it  was  crushing  him  from  the  inside  out .      in  order  to  make  everyone  else  happy .          ❝    i  just—    ❞          the  words  scraped  against  his  throat .      conrad  shook  his  head ,    gaze  skimming  the  floor  before  flicking  back  up .          ❝    i  can’t  be  here .    ❞          he  peeled  her  fingers  off  gently ,    like  he  was  afraid  he  might  break  if  she  held  on  any  tighter .      his  hand  lingered  a  beat  longer  than  it  should’ve ,    a  silent  apology  he  couldn’t  give  voice  to .          ❝    have  a  great  time ,    okay ?    ❞          he  added,  the  hollow  cheer  in  his  voice  a  betrayal  of  the  storm  twisting  in  his  chest .          ❝    make  sure  she  has  the  best  wedding .    ❞

[firstprinced]

[marichive]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 *

Assorted memes of a suggestive and sexual nature, intended for the spicier type of interactions. Be mindful of your partners' boundaries! Change pronouns / etc. as needed, and feel free to combine the sentence prompts with the action and / or location prompts when sending if you want.

tw: strong sexual content , minors DO NOT interact with this meme at all!

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

❝ I just want to look at you like this for a moment. ❞

❝ Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? ❞

❝ Your heart is beating so fast. ❞

❝ Be gentle with me. Please. ❞

❝ I’ve never done this before. ❞

❝ I want to learn. Teach me. ❞

❝ Show me how to please you. ❞

❝ I want to give you everything tonight. ❞

❝ That feels so good ─ ❞

❝ Don’t stop ─ ❞

❝ You won’t break me. I promise. ❞

❝ I want your hands on me. ❞

❝ Make love to me. ❞

❝ I need you, your lips on my skin. I need you deep inside me. ❞

❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞

❝ I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again. ❞

❝ There is no taste sweeter than yours. ❞

❝ Look at you, what a mess you are. ❞

❝ You’re doing so good for me. Keep going. ❞

❝ I’ll taste every part of you before the night has ended. ❞

❝ No one else can make me feel this way. ❞

❝ I am already yours. Now I want you to lay your claim. ❞

❝ Your body sings to me. ❞

❝ I know you’re close. Just let it go now. Give in to it. ❞

❝ I want to feel you come undone. ❞

❝ Shh. Quiet love. They’re going to hear you. ❞

❝ I want to feel your fire, even if it burns me. ❞

❝ You take me so well. ❞

❝ You look so beautiful like this. ❞

❝ I never knew I could feel this good. ❞

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 & 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘

❝ God whispers to us in our pleasures. ❞

❝ I’m going to fuck you until your legs shake. ❞

❝ Take me. I can’t bear this anymore, just take me. ❞

❝ You’re dripping already. ❞

❝ Good girl, take it all. ❞

❝ I’m going to fill you over and over again. ❞

❝ Harder, god, harder ─ ❞

❝ Did I say you could stop? ❞

❝ Show me how much you want it. ❞

❝ Give me your mouth. ❞

❝ Spread yourself for me. ❞

❝ I’m going to leave you aching in the morning. And then I’m going to take you again. ❞

❝ Louder. Don’t hold back on me. Let me hear your pleasure. ❞

❝ I want to hear my name on your lips and make you come. ❞

❝ Don’t come until I tell you to. ❞

❝ If you wanted soft and gentle, you’ve come to the wrong person. ❞

❝ I don’t want soft. I want to ache for you when you’re done. ❞

❝ I like the marks. They stay with me even when you must leave. ❞

❝ Use me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want, but god, please touch me. ❞

❝ They’ll all know your mine when they hear you screaming my name. ❞

❝ You need relief. I can give you that. ❞

❝ You’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you. ❞

❝ I want to spend every night buried inside of you, pleasing you, fucking you. ❞

❝ I like it when you lose control, when I can feel how desperately you need me. ❞

❝ You’re my good girl, and my girl deserves the best of me. ❞

❝ Such a good boy, always eager to please. ❞

❝ You look like an angel; it’s only right that I fuck you until you see heaven. ❞

❝ Your body is my place of worship, and it’s time for me to say my prayers. ❞

❝ This is my favorite seat. ❞

❝ Watch me ride you. ❞

𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 & 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

❝ Does he fuck you like this? ❞

❝ We shouldn’t be doing this. ❞

❝ I missed you beyond words. Every night I dreamt of you, of what it would be like to hold you again, and I’ll be damned if I let the chance slip through my fingers when you’re right here. ❞

❝ Why can’t I keep myself away from you? ❞

❝ This could be our last night together. I’m going to make it count. ❞

❝ Don’t bring emotions into this. This has always been about pleasure, nothing else. ❞

❝ We fuck. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that. ❞

❝ I have no right to touch you, so why do you ask it of me when I know I am unworthy? ❞

❝ You should be mine. I don’t care what they say, you are mine. ❞

❝ You dare have the audacity to pretend like you’re not mine in front of them? We both know the truth; even now look how your body reacts to me. ❞

❝ Do you honestly think I could possibly want anyone else when this is what you do to me? ❞

❝ You’re mine. Only mine. ❞

❝ I want them to hear us. I want them to know you belong to me. ❞

❝ Claim me. Have me in a way that anyone who looks at me will see your passion written upon my skin. ❞

❝ You’re not mine. You could never be mine. Yet I want you anyway. I want you so badly that it burns me inside. ❞

❝ You’ve ruined me for all others. ❞

❝ I can’t stop myself from wanting you, no matter how much we both know we shouldn’t do this. ❞

❝ I don’t care if they see. Part of me wants them to. ❞

❝ You’re not good for me. So how can you make me feel something no one else can? ❞

❝ This is the last time, then never again. This has to stop. ❞

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

one muse gives the other oral

one muse rides the other

one muse grinds on the other

one muse takes the other from the front

one muse takes the other from behind

one muse takes the other anally

one muse holds the other down during rough sex

one muse pleasures the other with their hand

one muse sits on the other’s face

one muse controls the other’s movements by grabbing their hips

one muse ties up the other

one muse uses a toy on the other

our muses engage in edging or orgasm denial

one muse makes the other have multiple orgasms

our muses engage in sensory play (blindfolds, ice, etc.)

one muse shows the other a new position

one muse touches the other on the outside of their clothes

one muse dresses up to seduce the other

one muse undresses the other

one muse strips for the other

one muse (or both) pleasures themself for the other’s view

one muse leaves marks on the other

one muse watches the other have sex with a third party

our muses are being watched by a third party

our muses have a threesome

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

in a bed

on the floor

on a couch or chair

in a bath, shower, or pool

in a semi-public place

against a wall

on a table or counter

in the kitchen

outdoors

in a tent

on a rug in front of a fireplace

in a sacred place

in a stairwell

in a ruined building / castle

in a garden

by the ocean

in an inn / hotel

while traveling

in an office or conference room

in a dream

[ohisms]

↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

why are you such a pessimist ?

did you know them ?

can we call it a day ?

where did you come from ?

[ravenclairee]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY — 3.11 "At Last"

[beckfisher]

" connie ! " susannah calls out from her spot on the sofa as she notices @fishercon pass the room out of the corner of her eye . she turns her head to look in his direction momentarily before back down at the photo album in her lap . " come sit with your mom for a minute , will you ? "

[fishercon]

the  nickname  made  him  freeze  in  the  doorway ,    breath  catching  in  his  chest  before  he  forced  himself  to  move .      her  voice  was  the  same    —    bright  and  warm    —    but  it  wasn’t  the  same .          ❝    yeah ,    mom ?    ❞          the  words  tugged  hard  at  the  hollow  in  his  chest .      slow  steps  like  dragging  his  feet  might  buy  him  time  he  didn’t  have .      the  photo  album  lay  open  in  her  lap ,    glossy  snapshots  of  summers  that  felt  too  close  and  too  far  all  at  once .      conrad  lowered  himself  onto  the  couch  beside  her ,    his  shoulders  drawn  in ,    elbows  resting  on  his  knees .      close  enough  to  be  there ,    but  not  quite  touching .      his  eyes  stayed  on  the  album .      not  her .      because  looking  at  her  too  long  meant  facing  the  truth  he  wasn’t  ready  for .      fingers  tugged  at  the  seam  of  his  jeans ,          ❝    jere  always  hated  taking  those  pictures  every  year .      it  cut  into  his  pool  time .    ❞