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//*flop* i liveeeee
feeling a bit more human today but my brain is still a bit scrambled. hoping that tomorrow is a bit better, but i'll be lurking for now <3
//*flops* i promise i'm alive, this week is just kicking my ass lol
but today was my last session of physical therapy so that's cool <3
//I passed out after physical therapy yesterday lmaoooo
Anyway, I hope everyone is having a good day ❤️
[ 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 ] : sender pleasures receiver with their mouth. [ lorraineeee]
𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 @rosaquiem || Lorraine
Being the more inexperienced one, Gav doesn't mind Lorraine taking the lead when it comes to their more intimate interactions. He is often too flustered to think, so enthralled by the fact that someone as beautiful as Lorraine would want anything to do with a sad sod like himself. His doubts are quickly pushed away the moment she is all over him.
𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬: a little assortment of sexual action prompts for rp purposes. remember to tag your usft and suggestive content. do not reblog this meme if you're under 18. add +reverse to swap the roles.
[ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender is asking if they can touch receiver sexually. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 ] : sender and receiver are having a steamy makeout session. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are interrupted. [ 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞] : sender removes an article of receiver's clothing. [ 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are having sex half-clothed. [ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ] : sender plants kisses on undressed receiver's scar/s. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender pleasures receiver with their hand/fingers. [ 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 ] : sender pleasures receiver with their mouth. [ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are having sex for the first time. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver is having a wet dream about sender. [ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ] : receiver is thinking about sender when masturbating. [ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ] : sender pins receiver down by the wrists during sex. [ 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 ] : sender and receiver are having sex in a public place. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are having sex to reduce stress. [ 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 ] : sender helps receiver to have an orgasm. [ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are having sex with no strings attached. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 ] : sender and receiver have sex after being apart a long time. [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender and receiver are having lazy morning sex. [ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are cuddling after sex. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are trying to conceive.
//*flops* today just might be a veg out and do nothing day ;;A;; i'll probably hop onto xiv later for some more grinding lol
//good morningggg <3 activity will be sporadic today as i'll be going to a baseball game tonight, plus i gotta catch up on cleaning and stuff. i'll be lurking here and on the disco ^^
“You never seem scared. You’re never caught off-guard. How do you do it?”
strangers beneath the same sky starters. @summerxmelodies
The scout purses his lips in thought, gaze shifting as if unable to look at her. For so long, he had thought himself a coward, always adept at running away and hiding in the shadows. Memories flash of the day he lost his family, how scared he felt, ridden with so much guilt. The fact that he managed to survive for this long feels like a miracle.
"Oh, believe me, every time I go out there, I am scared shitless. There's no way of knowing if I'll be coming back alive or in pieces. But then I remember what Cid taught me, and how people are counting on me, on us." He lifts his gaze, expression softening as he continues. "My nose might as well always lead me into trouble, but at least I can trust it to put me on the path back home."
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Gav nearly chokes on his ale, trying so hard not to spit it back out that it burns going down his throat. He coughs a little to clear his lungs before turning to Melody. Did he hear that right?
"You would? I mean..." He sits up a bit. "You...seriously would?"
“it is rare to find another soul in this place.”
strangers beneath the same sky starters. @royaladvisors
"Aye, considering half the land is covered by the Blight, I'd be surprised to find anyone in these parts."
Granted, the scout could consider himself to be one of those fools wandering around in blighted lands, but he wasn't about to tell on himself in this moment. He purses his lips slightly as he studies the other man.
"Perhaps I can help get you where you need to go."
strangers beneath the same sky starters.
dialogue starters for first time meetings in historical or fantasy settings.
“forgive my intrusion. have we met before?”
“you walk as one accustomed to long roads.”
“it is rare to find another soul in this place.”
“you bear the air of someone with purpose. may i ask your name?”
“the wind carries your scent of distant lands.”
“you seem far from home, stranger.”
“your robes speak of refinement, yet your eyes tell another story.”
“may i share your fire for a while?”
“it seems fate has led our paths to cross.”
“you handle that weapon with care. a practitioner, perhaps?”
“have you come seeking fortune, or fleeing something?”
“i did not expect company in such a lonely place.”
“you carry a heavy heart. the road must have been unkind.”
“are you a wanderer, or one with a destination in mind?”
“you move with discipline. do you belong to a sect?”
“the way you observe the horizon... what do you see there?”
“i could not help but notice your talisman. a charm for protection?”
“you seem unafraid, even here. that is uncommon.”
“your presence disturbs the silence yet i do not mind it.”
“do you often travel alone, or am i witnessing a rare moment?”
“you look as though you’ve seen ghosts.”
“the stars are kind tonight. perhaps that is why we meet.”
“a name has power. would you share yours?”
“i sense a story behind those eyes.”
“the tea is still warm, if you would sit and rest.”
“do you always meet strangers so fearlessly?”
“you wear no crest or banner, are you unaffiliated?”
“your aura feels… unfamiliar. what manner of cultivation is that?”
“there’s something about you the heavens seem to favor.”
“the world is wide, and yet we cross paths here. curious, isn’t it?”
“your silence speaks louder than words.”
“you carry an old wound. is it battle, or memory?”
“do you seek shelter, or solitude?”
“you’ve seen much, and yet your gaze holds wonder.”
“your voice carries conviction. you must believe in something deeply.”
“even the moon seems to follow you.”
“if i did not know better, i’d say destiny enjoys such meetings.”
“you seem out of place, or perhaps the place is out of time.”
“tell me, stranger. what is it you’re searching for?”
“the night is long. shall we pass it in conversation?”
“your weapon hums faintly. is it bound to your spirit?”
“you don’t avert your gaze. most would.”
“that pendant... it resembles one i once saw in the capital.”
“has the road been kind to you, or cruel?”
“you seem weary, but your steps haven’t faltered.”
“do you believe in omens?”
“you have the bearing of someone who’s seen battle.”
“tell me truthfully, do you trust me?”
“your presence feels... familiar, like a dream i’ve forgotten.”
“you stand as though waiting for someone.”
“if i asked what you’ve lost, would you answer?”
“your hands are steady. a healer’s, perhaps?”
“the forest seems quieter since you arrived.”
“you remind me of someone... though i cannot say who.”
“do you always travel under the moon’s light?”
“you seem untouched by fear. is that wisdom, or recklessness?”
“if we had met under gentler skies, would you still look at me this way?”
“the scent of rain follows you. were you caught in a storm?”
“i wonder, what kind of person leaves footprints like yours?”
“if fate is kind, perhaps our paths will cross again.”
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❤ ━━━━━ inaugural contact of love is nothing but primal, instinctual resonance that precedes all sentimental expression. she refrains from condemning his evident lack of experience; for gav, whose existence has been marred by dolor and sorrow, has perhaps become oblivious to what it is to be cherished, caressed, and enticed. due to its continual omnipresence, suffering obscures the heart's ability to discern the more pleasant sensations, exquisite pleasures. lorraine, however, remains unaffected, choosing to reacquaint him with the verity of love's transformative power, as it manifests in those who dare to surrender to its embrace.
unbidden tremor envelops her form as delicate corporeality converges with his, warmth diffusing between their frames. an ephemeral smile graces her countenance, emerald irides assessing the angularity of gav's expression, whilst elegant digits trace the defined contours. ❝ let me remind you what love is, what it feels like... ❞ murmurs against the periphery of his lips, palms infused with heat venturing across the expanse of his torso, delineating musculature, before descending once more to the threshold of his waist, digits methodically unlacing the barrier.
Every feather-light touch sends tingles along Gav's body, breath hitching as he realizes that he is in no way used to being touched in such a manner. Lorraine is barely doing anything, yet he feels as though he is about to come undone at any moment. He yearns for more, aching in places that he never thought would ache. Her scent alone sends his mind into a dizzying spiral, yet he feels her hands deftly unlacing his trousers and he suddenly feels warm. He heart beats against his ribcage so fiercely that he can hear the blood roaring in his ears. For a second, he thinks that this is too much too fast, but then he looks into her eyes and is suddenly entranced.
He wants this, wants her in a way that is almost primal. He lets her take the lead, surrendering himself to this wave of pleasure as he slips out of his trousers, leaving only his small-clothes. He is vulnerable in every sense of the word, yet he trusts her completely.
"Please..." His voice escapes barely a whisper, face utterly flushed as he holds onto Lorraine, afraid that she might disappear the moment he lets go.
