NIGHTFAITH.

kurt wagner written by crow

[nightfaith]

INDEPENDENT | SELECTIVE | KURT WAGNER est 9/25/24

"They tried it once, you know. During the Middle Ages. Enough gold and you could be forgiven anything. Would you like that? Such a hollow forgiveness?"

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[nightfaith]

at the moment i don't have much muse for kurt unfortunately. i will be back here at some point but for now i can be found at @ninehclls!

[nightfaith]

❛ You're like me. You like to laugh. ❜

@katzchn - INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE SENTENCE STARTERS

There's a roguishness in the curve of Kurt's lips as Kitty speaks; a sparkle in his eye that screams mirth well after he'd finished laughing. They were at the lake on the mansion's grounds, the normally calm waters completely still and frozen over. Several of their friends were out among the children ice skating, and Kurt... well. It was hard to make a skate to fit his feet, so he'd been settled in a tree when an idea had struck him.

Kitty moved on the ice with grace. Distracting. Elegant. Too serious for something meant to be fun, too focused. So... he'd teleported. Directly under her. Grasping her by the legs and hips to haul her back down through the brimstone dimension and off the ice into a snow drift with him. She'd screamed, of course - thinking she was falling through the ice. Then she'd laughed. And so had he.

He tittered at her, head cocking to the side and fangs flashing in clear amusement. "Ja. If you liked that, we should plan a prank together sometime."

[goodnightmemes]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART TWO)

episodes: s01e05 - s01e07

❛ I'm trying to think of something more fucked up than this. ❜

❛ Stay out of my head. ❜

❛ I care for him more than he cares for himself. ❜

❛ A whole lot of concern's been wasted on you these past months. ❜

❛ Where are the bodies? ❜

❛ Well, then, I guess you better hope and pray you taught me how to clean up good. ❜

❛ You gonna let him do this to me? ❜

❛I'm never gonna forget what happened here. I hate you both. ❜

❛ Sounds like there's a maniac on the loose. ❜

❛ So much wine in his blood. And beer and whisky. ❜

❛ Happy? We were not happy. ❜

❛ Who am I supposed to love? ❜

❛ Why can't I make one? No matter how much blood I give them, they just lie there gaspin'. ❜

❛ What is this? Look at me. What have you done? ❜

❛ If you could find them, which you won't, they would shred you to strips, because you are built like a bird - because you are a mistake. ❜

❛ He treats us like shit and you take it! Why is that? ❜

❛ Been following you. You ain't been your careful self. ❜

❛ Don't... Don't run off. ❜

❛ Poor dear. She wasn't held enough in between ritualistic murders. ❜

❛ Once you put it out there, they decide what it is. It can get away from you. ❜

❛ Assume we are under suspicion. ❜

❛ We should leave the city, start anew. ❜

❛ Should I do like you instead? Read the first pages of every book, pass myself off as cultured? ❜

❛ You draw me into your gloom. ❜

❛ So, quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good. ❜

❛ If what I've read is lies, then tell me what's true. ❜

❛ The vampires out there are vicious. Oh...but you've learned that already. ❜

❛ Come with me!  I thought I could live without you, but I was wrong. ❜

❛ His love is a small box he keeps you in. Don't stay in it. ❜

❛ I fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper. I never once harmed you. ❜

❛ Let him go. It's me you want. ❜

❛ Listen to me, and listen very carefully, my infant death. It was never you. ❜

❛ I have patiently waited in vain for you to love me... as I love you. ❜

❛ Just say it. Say, "I am never going to love you". It would help me a great deal to hear that from your lips...your quivering...hateful lips. ❜

❛ Excruciating pain was the proof I was still alive. ❜

❛ You know he's a vampire, right? ❜

❛ NDAs signed by any and all who cross the threshold, eh? ❜

❛ Are you still dreaming about our first meeting? ❜

❛ Are we the sum of our worst moments? Can we be forgiven if we do not forgive others ourselves? ❜

❛ You gonna be my knight in vengeful black? ❜

❛ Save your charity for the needful. ❜

❛ I was someone I don't want to be anymore. I've changed. Let me prove it to you. I'm nothing without you. ❜

❛ If you want me to go away, just say so. I'll obey you. I'll leave your life forever. ❜

❛ This silence is cruel. And you were never cruel. ❜

❛ Write me a song and put your lover's voice on it? What the fuck is wrong with your head? ❜

❛ Put some clothes on and get the fuck out. ❜

❛ The vampire bond. There is no human equivalent. Lover, murderer, maker. ❜

❛ It's a bond that can never fully be severed. A bond like that makes you believe there are only two of you on the planet. ❜

❛ I cried. I called to God. I didn't want this. But I have a capacity for enduring. ❜

❛ We leave the damage so we never forget the damage. ❜

❛ She's grown very protective of me. ❜

❛ I ask these questions because I'm trying to understand you better. ❜

❛ I'm sorry for your losses. ❜

❛ I admire your steadfast pursuit of a game you clearly have no acumen for. ❜

❛ You're ugly when you act like that. ❜

❛ They don't appreciate you like I do. ❜

❛ You're like me. You like to laugh. ❜

❛ Well, now that I'm dead, I can be whoever I want. ❜

❛ I seek refuge from complaints when I visit you, dear. ❜

❛ He's the father of lies. ❜

❛ This life, it does a number on the head, on the soul... if we even have a soul. ❜

❛ When he hurts you again, and he will, come find me. ❜

❛ You don't need me. You think you do, but you don't. You're smarter now. You see trouble coming a mile away. ❜

❛ You left without saying goodbye. Again. ❜

❛ Back in your cage, sweetheart. ❜

❛ We endure each other for [name]’s happiness. ❜

❛ I love you. I don't say it often enough anymore. ❜

❛ You threaten a life which will endure till the end of the world. ❜

❛ Are you a narc? ❜

❛ I want to interview you. ❜

❛ So...question. Can an immortal meet mortality? ❜

❛ We would spend our hours enduring, with little pretense of getting along, locked together in hatred. ❜

❛ Knowledge is the ocean's edge. ❜

❛ They say that Satan lives in this house. ❜

❛ Well, send Saint Peter our regards. ❜

❛ We have to leave this place. ❜

❛ Maybe start by telling me the plan? ❜

❛ You spend an hour alone with him and you're breathing in sync together. ❜

❛ I'll lose myself in him. ❜

❛ You irritate me. Your very presence irritates me. ❜

❛ I came to make peace with you. ❜

❛ No one's comin' to a party thrown by freaks. ❜

❛ You're gonna try to kill him at this party? ❜

❛ I mean, this is all good and... sufficiently creepy. What do you want? ❜

❛ Would you like to know the secret of immortality? ❜

❛ I wanted him dead. I wanted him all to myself. ❜

❛ I'm going to miss this place. ❜

❛ I was his, and he was mine. ❜

❛ Always the petty slights with you. ❜

❛ We are joined by a cord, by a cord that you cannot see, but it is real. It is real. ❜

❛ I have loved you...with all myself. ❜

❛ I'm happy it was you...here with me…at the end. ❜

❛ This horror that had been [name]...I stared helplessly at it. The thing lay still. ❜

❛ Murder? What murder? It was an act of mercy. ❜

❛ You didn't kill him. You spared him, out of some fucked-up idea you had about love. ❜

❛ We have to burn him. It's the only way we'll know! ❜

❛ You don't need a memoir. You need a hundred sessions of EMDR. ❜

❛ You've only heard half the story. ❜

❛ This time, I won't save your life. ❜

[leneemusing]

SOFT  DETAILS  FOR SMUT  &  INTIMATE  MOMENTS 

[ TRUST ]  sender gently telling the receiver “just let go” as they get them to finish.  

[ TRUSTED ]  receiver gently telling sender “just let go” as they get them to finish. 

[ GRATIFY ]  sender asking “is that better?” after finally penetrating receiver after teasing them. 

[ GRATIFYING ]  receiver asking “is that better?” after finally penetrating sender after teasing them. 

[ CONTROL ]  sender stops stimulating receiver and tells them they have to be still if they want to continue. 

[ CONTROLLED ]  receiver stops stimulating sender and tells them the have to be still if they want to continue.  

[ GAZE ]  sender taking receiver’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

[ GAZING ]  receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

[ HOLD ]  sender holding receiver close during an especially intense moment and whispering “i’ve got you.” 

[ HELD ]  receiver holding sender close during an especially intense moment and whispering “i’ve got you” 

[ CLOSE ]  sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. 

[ CLOSER ]  receiver wrapping their arms around sender who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. 

[ JOY ]  sender getting louder than usual which makes receiver start laughing affectionately,  taking the opportunity to check in. 

[ JOYFUL ]  receiver getting louder than usual which makes sender start laughing affectionately,  taking the opportunity to check in. 

[ TIMID ]  the submissive partner getting self conscious and covering their face,  laughing softly at the intensity.   

[ COAX ]  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,  breathing praises against their skin. 

[ ADORE ]  sender whispering “you’re perfect” to receiver after undressing them. 

[ ADORED ]  receiver whispering “you’re perfect” to sender after undressing them. 

[morinotsume]

@nightfaith replied to your post “logan rn”:

kurt cheeky grinning at him 💙

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[nightfaith]

[a-illholy]

SOOOO……….. LIKE.

I am ENTHUSIASTICALLY wanting to write with you but I am SLOW. 

I AM RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY TO GET OOC MESSAGES BUT I AM SLOW.

HOLY SHIT LIKE I ALWAYS FUCKING WEEP WITH UTTER FUCKING JOY WHEN I GET ASK IC BUT I AM S LOW. 

LIKE I AM GENERALLY VERY SLOW BUT I APPRECIATE MY MUTUALS. 

I AM SUPER RIDICULOUSLY SLOW BUT I REALLY want to LIKE CULTIVATE OUR MUSES RELATIONSHIP 100000% OKAY?

I’M JUST

SO SLOW

AND I AM GRATEFUL FOR THOSE WHO WAIT

AND YES WE CAN BE SLOW TOGETHER. 

[onlyathief]

@nightfaith

it ain't on account of the cheap shots of well whiskey burning through him like a firestorm. granted, that nasty shit did a number on the most well worn drunks, but remy burned through liquor much like he did anything he imbibed. it was just a thing his body did, all part of that machine of the mutant gene expressin' it's self in his blood an' bones.

(why did anyone think he could eat the way he did an' keep abs like this?)

it also ain't got nothin' t'do with bein' desperate, though desperation comes in waves all the same but how could anyone not feel it if they were bein' felt up by someone like kurt wagner? the mother fucker was handsome, oozed charm in waves like a high tide and oh, remy ain't the only one that felt themselves overcome by that riptide.

and kurt doesn't even have a monopoly on that sorta thing neither. the amount of fellas and filles that drive remy t'howlin' is beyond countin' on fingers an' toes. he just knows how to control himself, even if he does lay it on thick for the sake of pullin' a few groans and grins.

honestly it's just... it's been shit lately. things are always tough when you be a mutant, but lately it's been a new kinda hell and they only just gained some reprieve, some conclusion to another long ass battle for their right to even fuckin' exist. they lost good folks, gained some new ones, and most of them were doin' the opposite of what these boys were doin' and found themselves curling up in a place quiet and calm.

remy can't do that. he's still too hyped up, too ready to scrap, and if he ain't supposed t'be doin' that then he's gonna fuck, just how it is.

and god damn if it's kurt, sure, he might be a little surprised, but mostly he's eager. it might come back and bite them both in the ass later but for right now it's the perfect sin.

and this club, ran by their kind, playin' the finest remixes of lila's hits, is the perfect place to have it play out. the floor is packed tight, it's impossible to not grind up on someone an' remy ain't too interested in the girls behind him or st. john catchin' his eye across the way.

nah, the second kurt decides 'fuck it, we can just dance together, ja?'... y'can stick a fork in remy, he is done, r e a d y to be devoured.

and then kurt does that thing with his hips, that perfect little arch and liquid lithe movement courtesy of bones that give just a lil more than most, and the motion drags kurt's backside against remy's pelvis and god, god, god, he's startin' to ache.

his hands want to grasp and pull but he plays it cool, movements slow and exploritory until kurt ducks down and somehow the lil devil gets his teeth around a card hidden in remy's pocket. his heart is louder than the bass beat of dazzler's latest club mix and his blood is rushin' to the painful arousal strainin' against his slacks.

then kurt has the audacity to drag his ass against him again... mon dieu..

remy's hands are possessive now, one sliding over exposed, velveteen belly, the other coming up to curl at the base of the man's throat, to force his head to tilt back further against remy's shoulder.

"you be careful what you ask for, hm? you this bossy with all your dancin' partners, blue?" his teeth graze the shell of that dagger-point ear as he purrs, "tell me what else y'want remy t'do."

[nightfaith]

It was not as if Kurt had come out with Remy with his original intention being to end up in such a compromising position together, but there was no dishonesty in admitting there was a certain allure to the prospect. The two of them had spent thirty minutes at the bar together having drinks and scoping out their options. The way Remy was dressed, however, had made his choice of dance partner simple. There was no easier connection made or comfort found than one in an already dear friend. An incredibly eye-catching dear friend.

There was elegance in the way Remy's lashes kissed his cheekbones, something tantalizing about the way his lips curved around the edge of his glass of liquor or a smile. The way he moved his hips when they'd ventured to the dance floor together several glasses in, well... that did Kurt in. An easy distraction in such difficult times and a magnetic draw for a certain bright-eyed fuzzball.

He was glad to press himself so fully against such a warm and willing body.

Oh, and press Kurt most certainly did. Throat arched and head tipped to the side in lascivious deference, he kept pace with the beat of the music. The way the drums and base pulsated through his entire being translated back in the fluid motion of his body - of his ass - grinding along the hard line of Remy's cock as if silently begging. Prayers were answered in the form of teeth along the vulnerable point of an ear, hands sliding against the grain of soft fur. A threat of more. A whisper of yes without the words needing to be uttered.

A pleased whine curled its way up Kurt's spine and wrenched itself loose from parted blue lips. The King of Hearts fluttered forgotten to the floor. In their little world, their bubble, that sound felt like it cut through the music. The fingers of one of Kurt's hands jolted back to Remy's hair as if they'd never left it and pulled, head tilting to press that ear closer to questing lips and teeth.

Was he always so demanding? Goodness, no. But Remy was no blushing darling. He was a self-identified sinner and Kurt knew well he felt little shame about taking what he wanted, nor about having it asked of him.

Kurt knows exactly what he does, and he'll also do it without shame. The soft spade of his tail finds its way past Remy's waistband with no care for who may be watching them. Down, down the back of his pants and underwear, brushing past something oh so sensitive and wrapping with tight promise around a thigh to anchor their bodies close. A shaky laugh leaves him, hips swaying in the cradle of Remy's shamelessly.

"I'd like to think it is not bossy if we both want it, ja?" He purrs, that tail clamping tighter - all but the spade. No, the spade drags along Remy's inner thigh feather-light. Fangs flash in the colored lights. A grin, taunting. "I think I can afford to gamble und place the odds in your hands for what happens next, mein süßer Teufel."

[morinotsume-a]

There's a part of me as wild an' fierce as my namesake. I'm a hard man.. given to hard ways.. when I fight, it's to win. That isn't pretty, an' it sure isn't nice. But bein' a man.. that means choosin' to grow an' change an' put aside the old ways.

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[possumtion]

Sleepy 😴😴😴

[nightfaith]

i have my drafts all organized, i'm sorry for being terribly slow. been a low spoons time period for me lately. i'll get to things as soon as i can! if you want my discord feel free to ask me for it! 💙

[nightfaith]

@merriemarvels cont. from here

Kurt shook his head and smiled kindly. "Not at all. It is just that you are very cute. It makes me want to pick you up."

[katzchn]

Plotted Pirate AU for @nightfaith

Salt on her tongue was the only indication of where Miss Katherine Pryde had been taken. She spent enough time on the ocean during her crossing not so long ago to accurately guess that she was about to board a ship. Forced aboard, just as she was forced to forge a guess due to the rough woven bag pulled over her face. Vision completely obstructed.

Course and calloused hands gripped onto Kitty's arms, lifting her small frame into the air with ease to carry her. Her captors had to carry her because, when allowed to attempt walking, the young woman dragged her feet, kicked, and fought with the slight might she possessed. She kept up that same spirited struggle during the churning row boat ride that followed. Kitty tried to fling herself over what she assumed was the side to try to swim for the docks. They could not have been that far. But arms like iron anchored her back into the shallow bottom of the boat.

Their vessel thudded and jerked to an immediate stop. They had arrived at their destination. Once again Kitty was lifted, but this time she was unceremoniously flung over a shoulder to make the climb up to the deck. She did not dare struggle now. How far would she fall? Would she hit anything on the way down? But she did bite out a muffled. "Watch your hands." to the man carrying her upward.

Boots thundered in discordant rhythm against the wooden deck of the ship as they neared the top of the ladder. The same deck that her hands and knees slammed into when Kitty was dropped like a sack of provisions. Like Cargo. Was that what she was to be now? The scratchy fabric covering her head was ripped off, some strands of her cinnamon colored curls torn away as well by her captor's carelessness. Kitty snarled in anger and pain and swiped a hand at the man behind her in retaliation, but she was disoriented still and he was able to easily step beyond her reach.

Kitty scowled and turned forward again, coming face to face with a pair of golden eyes above her that glowed in the night. Her breath caught, brown eyes wide in surprise. She knew from stories and rumors the ship she was on and exactly who owned it. "Captain Nightcrawler."

[nightfaith]

Kurt was never much for kidnapping. While he and his crew were pirates, and in most ways played their parts quite well - some on his crew irritatingly too well - he had kept to a certain code. Both on the seas and at port, they were to carry themselves with dignity and above all respect for others. A stark contrast with their brethren on the high seas. However, some prizes were worth stooping a bit further than usual, debasing the gentlemanly brand to fit true to the name of pirate.

This was the case in the kidnapping of Katherine Pryde. With a family well known for trading some of the largest quantities of sugar and spice on the sea or land, their wealth made her ransom well worth their while. It was hardly personal, nor with violent intent.

The distant jeering voices of his crew aboard the small boat they'd brought Katherine in had drawn him from his cabin, a three-fingered hand dropping his hat atop his head as the door closed behind him. Those aboard busy with their tasks paused at the sight of him sweeping his gaze out over the sea in search of the lantern signaling the return of the little party he'd sent out to capture their prize. The sight of her bagged and jostled about even before being brought aboard had his lips drawing into a thin line in the low-light.

Drawing one of his swords, Kurt smacked it against the bell hanging beside his cabin door and called out to all crew both above and below deck. "Achtung!"

Several salutes followed, a cacophony of voices calling to those who may not have been paying attention to come topside and line up to greet their guest. Boots scrambled across the deck as every man aboard assembled, and by the time the little boat was brushing the side of the ship, all of the crew were in their places. Kurt, meanwhile, stood examining the way his men handled their captive with displeasure etched deep into his features.

Katherine was dropped onto the deck unceremoniously, treated with such disrespect that rather than approaching her by foot, he teleported. Every man around where he appeared in a puff of smoke before her on her knees flinched. Irritated though he was with but a few members of his crew, he refused to appear inhospitable regardless of his intimidating appearance. They would have words later.

Golden eyes crinkled at the corners and Kurt's sharp teeth were exposed in a bright smile as he bent at the waist to offer her one of his hands to help her up. "Katherine Pryde," he began, honey sweet with his tail swishing behind him, "I must apologize for these brutes, I had told them to be gentle with you, but they clearly can not follow orders."

The jab wasn't lost on the men, several of whom shrank away, but he only had eyes for her. Stunning. Mussed though her hair was, the way the moonlight caressed the side of her face made her appear delicate as porcelain. The fire in her eyes, however, spoke to something else. A strength to be admired. Being taken wouldn't break her, then. Good.

"Welcome aboard die Einheit, Fraulein. You may call me Captain Kurt, or just Kurt if you like. Nightcrawler is the name I use to frighten my enemies, but I have no desire to frighten you."

[nightfaith]

munday face drop below the cut bc why not

[nightfaith]

10 Random Headcanons Generator

Kurt is a great artist. (Somewhat true. He's not good at drawing people, but landscapes are something he's incredibly good at.)

Kurt has chronic nightmares. (Yes. He doesn't tend to talk about them.)

Kurt reads wattpad. (He has no idea what wattpad is but he absolutely reads trashy romance novels.)

Kurt does not know how to read. (No. He reads in multiple languages.)

Kurt sings in the shower. (He absolutely does. In English and in German.)

Kurt fucked your mom. (He might have. What can he say? The ladies love him.)

If Kurt was presented with an intergalactic portal, he would enter it without question. (He's done it before. He might do it again. If they call him a Boggie in there though he's going to scream.)

Kurt is a very good singer. (TRUE. I also have a headcanon singing voice for him.)

Kurt stole a lollipop at the checkout when he was 5 and he still feels guilty about it. (...that tracks.)

Kurt is going to heaven. (HE SURE HOPES SO. If that accidentally stolen lollipop doesn't keep him out.)

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[nightfaith]

club

@onlyathief - sinday prompts! - accepting!

They'd gone out with no plan other than to get lost in a sea of writhing bodies. A distraction in dark times. The thought that they might end up in this position had never crossed Kurt's mind, but - oh, he was hardly complaining.

Between sharing drinks and the both of them failing to find other dance partners that caught their eyes, or perhaps the simple gravity of the music itself dragging their bodies together on the dance floor, Kurt and Remy had ended up in the center with nearly no space between them. Remy's hands rested on the sinful swivel of Kurt's crop-top and low-hanging shorts exposed hips, golden eyes upturned and bright with something hungry for something unspoken in words.

The thump of the bass had Kurt's own hands traveling, one on a hip and the other tugging at the hair at the base of Remy's skull as if seeking to expose the vulnerable expanse of his throat and succeeding. The beat, the lyrics, they had Kurt's tail wrapped around the other man's waist both to keep him close, and to make it easier to slide down, down, down between them and none too innocently grazing over something deliciously sinful.

Their bodies ground together like this through one song flowing into the next, and then the tone shifted further. Kurt dropped nearly to his knees in front of Remy, nose pressing from his thigh and following a line upward toward -

His path diverted, and when Kurt stretched like a cat back to his full height, he was grinning widely with a stolen card - the King of Hearts - trapped between his teeth. Twisting fluidly, Kurt pushed himself back-to-chest with his dance partner and dragged those wandering hands back to the exposed fur of his waist and pressed himself back against a problem that had clearly escalated with these motions. The grinding turned more smug, more knowing, and Kurt's tail went back to play, this time teasing the hem of the other man's underwear.

Shocking though it was to end up in this position together, well... "You make a wonderful partner for dirty dancing, I must say..." The words came out breathless, barely audible over the music, though exposing the live-wire of his own arousal nonetheless. "Don't stop."

[moosings-deactivated20231019]

“SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚      as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!     ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

ACTIONS          (   add +reverse to switch the sender and receiver   )

( undress )     for the sender to undress something off of the receiver.

( gentle )     for the sender to kiss the receiver’s hand.

( photograph )     for the send to take a photo of the receiver.

( mark )     for the sender to give the receiver hickies/love marks. 

( tug )     for the sender to tug on the receiver’s hair.

( caress )     for the sender to caress the receiver’s cheek.

( kiss )     for the sender to kiss the receiver on the lips.

( trace )     for the sender to trace their finger of the receiver’s body.

( rake )     for the sender to rake through the receiver’s hair with their fingers.

( spank )     for the sender to spank the receiver.

( bind )     for the sender to tie-up/bound the receiver in any way.

( embrace )     for the sender to amorously embrace the receiver.

( send )     for the sender to send the receiver a dirty text/photo.

( edge )     for the sender to prolong the receiver’s orgasm.

( record )     for the sender to consensually record the receiver.

( star )     for the sender to be consensually recorded by the receiver.

( tickle )     for the sender to tickle the receiver.

( massage )     for the sender to massage a part of the receiver’s body.

( speak )     for the sender to whisper something dirty/erotic in the receiver’s ear.

( trail )     for the sender to leave a trail of kisses on the receiver.

( cover )     for the sender to blindfold the receiver.

( dance )     for the sender to dance sensually for the receiver.

( lap )     for the sender to sit on the receiver’s lap.

( tongue )     for the sender to lick a part of the receiver’s body.

( watch )     for the sender to watch the receiver be intimate solo.

( perform )     for the sender to be intimate solo while the receiver watches.

SCENARIOS         (   “intimate” can mean as much or as little as you want!   )

bath:     for our muses to share a bath together.

car:     for our muses to get intimate inside a car.

rent:     for our muses to rent a motel/hotel room together.

show:     for the sender to knowingly dance while the receiver watching.

eyes:     for the sender to watch the receiver dance.

club:     for our muses to get intimate at a club.

lingerie:     for the sender to try on lingerie for the receiver.

react:     for the sender to react to the receiver trying on lingerie for them.

quiet:     for our muses to get intimate while avoiding getting caught.

aftercare:     for our muses to participate in aftercare together.

tease:     for our muses to intimately tease each other in public.

invite:     for the sender to invite the receiver to a quickie.

mornings:     for the sender to intimately wake the receiver up.

shower:     for our muses to share a shower together.

work:     for our muses to get intimate at someone’s place of work.

haste:     for our muses to get intimate with little time available.

closet:     for our muses to get intimate in a closet

stall:     for our muses to get intimate in a public/private bathroom stall.

DIALOGUE        (   change any pronouns!   )

kiss me, here.

shhh…

am i hurting you?

I’ll make it up to you.

I was thinking about you all day.

let’s go home early…

i need you.

does that feel good?

i could stay like this forever.

i don’t wanna be alone tonight.

last night was a mistake.

i think that was the best i ever had.

i can’t believe we just did that.

you’re really good at that.

that was… amazing.

you’re being so good for me.

i can’t wait any longer.

i want you to stay, with me.

you’re such a tease.

your skin is so soft.

you have to be quiet.

i’m so hot for you right now.

tell me you want me.

let me take care of you.

you are so fucking sexy.

tell me how you want it.

touch me.

can i touch you here?

stay with me tonight.

i want you inside of me.

another round?

i think i’m in love with you.

only if you behave…

you wanna mess around?

god, you’re perfect.

touch yourself for me.

tonight is all about you.

time to return the favour.

are you comfortable?

i think i’m in love with you.