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Send Me “Random Make-Out Session!” and I’ll Generate a Number for How or Where our Muse’s start making out!2. In the Restaurant’s Bathroom
Going out to dinner with the Rocket Executives was always an ordeal that involved far more drinking than initially expected. One after the other, bourbon pouring into his glass as boisterous conversation ensued. Out of the corner of his eye he could spot the boy, a face that seemed familiar but for nothing more than a decent memory at the back of his mind. Something he couldn’t pinpoint, other than the fact he was cute enough. A simple ‘why not’ issued in the back of his mind, watching when the boy stood and wandered off toward the bathroom. Why not, right?
When he walked into the bathroom he was quick to act, pushing the boy into the nearest bathroom stall and shutting the door behind them. His form molded to the other, when he gripped his neck he tilted his head and pressed a deep kiss into his lips. Nothing but a mixture of teeth, tongue, and hot breath, a light sound rolling into the contact.
He’d been invited out by old friends and, really, he didn’t want to be in the restaurant. There were far too many people for the long secluded young man and even as they sat and caught up he was just uncomfortable. In order to help himself calm down some he’d been sure to down all the drinks they’d ordered for him, though they hadn’t done much but to make his head spin. Excusing himself from the table he made his way to the bathroom just to splash cold water on his face.
With the sound of the door opening, he lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at the man that had come in. He felt like he’d seen him before, or maybe just someone that looked like him, Though all thoughts about just who the other man would be were pushed from him as he was pushed into a stall. He knew that there were only a few options for something like this. He could push the man off, which didn’t seem like a great plan considering the force he’d used to push him in here.
So, with drunken logic, he decided to just go with his. His arms wrapped around the smaller man’s frame and he leaned down into the heated contact.
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“Green? It’s been a while.” He just idly stares at his rival for a moment, tilting his head.
Accidents happen all the time.
Send one of the following for my muse’s response.
☹ For yours to accidentally hit mine in the face with the door. ↘ For yours to accidentally make mine trip on the stairs. ♨ For mine to accidentally burn yours with coffee. ✄ For mine to accidentally break a glass and get yours cut. ♥ For mine to accidentally bite yours too hard while kissing. ♕ For yours to accidentally hit their head with mine’s head. ❊ both of them to accidentally fall right into a thorn bush. ☄ For both of them to accidentally get bitten by a furious dog. ✚ For both of them to accidentally get food poisoned. ⊙⊙ For yours to accidentally get soap in mine’s eyes. ✗ For mine to accidentally cause an allergic reaction to yours.
Send "Hush you talk too much "
{to silence my muse in mid sentence with a kiss.}
Send ✗ for my muses reaction to being grabbed by the front of their shirt/collar and kissed hard on the mouth
Send ‘oof’ for yours to be grabbed by the collar and kissed instead.
Leave 'Lived long enough to become the villain' to get a glimpse of my character being a villain.
Alternatively, leave ‘Had a change of heart’ to see my muse become the hero.
Reblog if you're bored and want random anons.
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“Exactly. Baby steps,” she agrees, leaning back momentarily to rest her weight on the heels of her hands. “There’s no need to rush stuff.” Is she glossing over the fact that she wants to see bodily harm come to this man? Yes. Yes she is. What would anyone who knew her well honestly expect, though? She’s seen some shit, just shit that he’s not aware of. There’s a lot of things that he’s not aware of.
“Okay yeah. Yeah I can do baby steps.” He laughs a little and tucks the bobby pin in his pocket before sitting up to lean over her a little. “Well there’s no rushing by me doing this, right?” He leans in and presses another soft little kiss to her lips, speaking against her when next he does. “I mean... What did you have in mind?” Really the poor man is just trying to buy some time. He’s lived alone on a mountain for a better part of the last decade, so he knows that he isn’t exactly the master of this shit. But at least he’s learning, right?
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When her arm is freed, she pulls it to a comfortable position and wraps her fingers around her wrist for the sake of inspecting the damage. Just bruising. “Well– do you feel like doing other stuff? I mean? I sort of want papa to hurt him at this point, just because he’s being that bossy. And he respects you, you know. So he would blame things on him when it came to bruises and stuff.”
“That’s only if you wanta though. I wouldn’t ask you to do anything you didn’t feel like doing.” No explanation is given for the man’s identity, of course– but why exactly would she give one? Team Rocket is a sort of taboo subject, after all.
Okay he’s an adult. He can handle a cute girl kind of agreeing to something that he inadvertently suggested, right? Right. “You... Want your dad to hurt this guy...?” He tries to focus on that for a moment, at least in the conversation, but his poor head is still processing the fact that she’d be okay with doing something like that. With him.
Nodding he finally tries to say something again. “I mean, uh... Yeah. I’d like to do things like that with you I mean... Maybe not a ton at once but... Yeah. Yeah baby steps I guess?”
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“Well, shoot, I don’t know,” she responds, glancing at her caught hand and probably bruised wrist. There’s no way that he would appreciate that. “I’ve seen that kinda thing in movies and stuff and then heard about people doin it when I was still stuck with– the people I was stuck with in Johto for a while.”
Smooth save there, Koto.
“It doesn’t sound that weird in all honesty and I don’t know, I can’t help but wonder and everything. Not that I’m sure I’d get away with it here, of course. Papa’s already going to hurt him a lot for my wrist, but I can blame him for anything else too so.”
He lets out a little sigh and just shakes his head as he works at the lock. “No, uh... We don’t have to I mean.” He pauses a moment and clears his throat. “Don’t want your papa hurting anyone, right?” He gives her a smile and presses a little kiss to her lips. “Some other time maybe when we don’t have to pick a lock to make it happen?”
He does have to wonder just who she was stuck with in Johto, even if the green haired asshole and some of the things she’s said have made him put two and two together for an answer. “So yeah we don’t have to do that.” He grins as the lock clicks and he pulls off the cuff off her wrist.
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“I basically told him he couldn’t get me to do anything because papa considers him a pet and he got really really done with me,” she explains. “For a condensed version. This isn’t even the apparently fun kind of stuck.” Is she complaining? Yeah, she’s complaining, but she has every right to be complaining about this. “But. Yeah. You unlocking these would be awesome. Then we can go out and do something, or stay, or whatever. I don’t know. My wrist hurts and I gave up a while ago.”
“Yeah I can totally help just lemme find...” He mutters to himself as he rifles through her top desk drawer until he finds what he’s looking for. “Aha! Bingo.” He grins when he finds a bobby pin and makes his way over to her bed. “The... Fun kind of stuck though?” He cocks an eyebrow as he rests a knee on her bed. “Did you want it to be the fun kind of stuck? I mean like... I dunno. Forget I said anything.” He leans over her and works at the lock for a moment, his face tinged with a soft shade of pink.
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My muse handcuffed to the bedpost
“Okay, so, this is super awkward but I may or may not have pissed off a guy and I may or may not be stuck in here until he feels like letting me goooo, so I need you to go get a key from a green haired pissy looking guy not that much taller than me,” she explains, adjusting her position to where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed. It helps when just one hand is stuck anyway.
“I feel like I should ask what you did to piss someone off so much that he strapped you to the bed, but I think I saw that green haired guy earlier.” He moves over to the bed, humming for a little bit as he stares at the cuffs. “You know... If you have a bobby pin I might be able to pick this. I used to do it as a kid all the time to plant cherry bombs in my neighbor’s bedroom...”
Put ✾ and I will generate a number to find out how your muse will find mine - NSFW/SEXUAL SPECIAL.
NSFW special created on a sexual Sunday, do not take part in this meme if you don’t want any nsfw predicaments.
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I want you to count out every strike while I spank you
Go on, lick my cum off the floor
Don't talk, just spread your fucking legs
You're such a pretty little slut for me, aren't you? So desperate.
I'll have to gag you if you don't keep it down.... or do you want them to hear?
Do you like touching the bruises I leave on your skin?
Come sit on my lap like a good pet.
Don't ask questions, just bend over the table and hold on.
I want to hear you call me Daddy/Mommy
My cum's dripping out, let me push it back in you.
Lift up your skirt and show me that tight ass of yours.
Crawl under the table and put your mouth to use, that's your dessert tonight.
I think we should make a tape so I can show everyone what a good whore you are.
Answer the phone, I'll keep fucking you.
Your naught pussy's so wet already, maybe I should spank it.
Did you wear the plug to keep yourself loose for me?
Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.
What a greedy little hole you have, it's sucking my fingers right in.
I'm going to tie you up so you can't move and you won't be able to stop me from doing whatever I want.
You're always prettiest with my cum dripping off you.
I don't care if people are around, open up your shirt and let me see your tits
I'm your Master/Mistress and you're going to do whatever I say if you know what's good for you.
Be a good pet tonight and you can sleep in my bed instead of on the floor.
Stick out your ass more, everyone knows it's your most attractive feature.
Make yourself useful and play with Daddy's cock/Mommy's pussy
What's wrong, are your little nipples sore? Too bad, I'm going to keep playing with them.
Nothing to say? What's wrong, did I finally fuck your brains out?
“Wrap your hands around my throat.”
nsfw thread starters
He can’t help but to stare down at the older man, eyes wide in confusion. “Wait, what?” He blinks a few times before looking at his hands and then back to Giovanni. “Why the hell would you want me to do that?”
Thread Starters : Kink Edition
“Pretend you don’t want it.”
“They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice.”
“I want you. Right up against the window.”
“You know I love you, right? I have every intention of fucking you like I don’t.”
“Don’t pussyfoot around. I want it to hurt.”
“Let me blindfold you.”
“I want to make every inch of you mine.”
“Wrap your hands around my throat.”
“No, no. Leave your clothes on.”
“Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.”
“Just sit back and let me give you a show.”
“I want to make you bleed.”
“Relax. I’ll teach you the ropes.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let you suffocate.”
“Clearly, you’ve never experienced silk sheets properly, then.”
“What would you think about adding a third party?”
“You can’t come until I say so. Understand?”
“That’s it. Touch yourself for me.”
“Bet I can make you come without ever touching your cock.”
“No using your hands. I’ll spread my lips and you lick.”
“Clean yourself out for me first.”
“Present yourself for me.”
“I want you to tie me up so I can’t get away.”
“I’m going to tie you to the bed posts and have my way with you.”
“I want you to dominate me.”
“You’re all mine, pet.”
“Oh fuck, yes. Bite me again.”
“Are you sure that’s going to fit?”
“I’m going to fill all your holes.”
“They’re next, after I’m done with you.”
“Just watch it with me. Maybe it’ll give us some ideas.”
“I want you to humiliate me.”
“You’re pathetic. If I wasn’t willing to fuck you, no one would.”
“It’s an ice cube, darling. Do you like it?”
“That’s good. Now spread your cheeks for me.”
“Don’t touch me. Just watch.”
“Are you sure you know how to use that?”
“I hope you don’t mind whip marks.”
[Text] What are you wearing?
“I want to drip candlewax all over you.”
“I know just how to make you relax.”
“Have you ever tried rimming?”
“Your muscles are in knots. Better let me rub you down.”
“I got the mirror so you can see yourself while I’m fucking you.”
“You’re not afraid of a little piece of ginger, are you?”
“I want to pour ___ all over you and then lick it off.”
“Oh my. I didn’t know you could move like that.”
“I’m your master/mistress and will be addressed as such.”
“I don’t care if they’re watching. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh no. Not until you beg.”
“Tell me how good this feels.”
“On your knees.”
“I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.”
“Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”
“Relax your throat.”
“I want you to ride me.”
“Oh, that hurts so good.”
“I want to hear you scream.”
“Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”
“Strung up with a spreader bar is a good look for you.”