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Well this is what he wanted wasn't it? To be the top dog, the alpha wolf as it were? Having someone else on their knees for a change while he alone stood tall?
What an odd thing then, the person Skott seemed to see on their news was that playful Fool. Leashed like the dog as he once described him was Sampo Koski. He seemed oddly relaxed for a man who's mouth was full of the IPC's cock.
He was serving him so well. Devouring him whole like it was nothing, gripping at Skott's hips as he bobbed his head up and down. And for a moment their eyes meet or at least as best as they could with those glasses on the man. The Fool seemed to look at him rather curiously, just what was he thinking about? Only for that moment to pass and for him to return to dutifully serving him again.
How wet, warm and oh so tight his throat could get. Surely he hasn't done this before, had he? He did it with full confidence, an urgency to make him cum. Yet dreams like this never last long. For soon a pesky alarm clock would awaken the lone wolf up.
Skott woke with a start, a sharp gasp tearing past his lips as his eyes snapped open to stare unseeingly at the ceiling. The alarm kept on ringing, but Skott didn't hear it, the dream still vibrantly clear in his mind to the point that it felt like he could still hear the sound of Sampo taking his cock into his mouth, could still see those green eyes look up at him, could still feel the warmth and tightness of the Fool's throat around his throbbing length--
A strangled little noise left the IPC worker as he proceeded to shove his hand down his pajama pants and wrap it around his hard cock. It took him only a few strokes before he was coming, entire body trembling as he spilled into his palm, a choked off gasp that sounded eerily similar to a certain Fool's name slipping past his lips.
He laid in bed, panting heavily, for several long minutes, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm and that dream.
When his mind finally cleared, though, and he realized what had just happened, Skott's entire face burst into flames and he rolled over onto his stomach to whine and wail into his pillow.
"Stupid dream, stupid everything, stupid Sampo!"
...He reached out with a ( clean ) hand to blindly, finally, turn the alarm off.
//SCREAMS INTO THE VOID BC AVENTURINE SP LOOKS SOOOOO GOOD SEND HELP— 😭😭😭
My character has amnesia, and can't remember anyone or themselves. Send, "Remember me?" for their reaction.
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
(suggestive roleplay starters for muses tangled in tension, attraction, and everything they’re trying not to say)
𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍
“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to think straight.”
“You should really stop standing that close… unless you’re trying to make a point.”
“Your heart’s racing. Is it fear, or something else?”
“You’ve got no idea what you do to me, do you?”
“Say my name again. Slower.”
“If I leaned in right now, would you stop me?”
“Careful—keep staring and people might notice what you’re thinking.”
“You always smell like trouble.”
“You make it hard to remember why this is a bad idea.”
“If you wanted me to leave, you would’ve made me by now.”
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
“You really don’t need to touch me to make your point… but I’m not complaining.”
“Do you always breathe this heavily when someone’s near you?”
“You’re shaking. Is that anger—or anticipation?”
“You shouldn’t be this close to me. I might take it the wrong way.”
“I think you like testing my patience.”
“You don’t have to say anything—your body already did.”
“One step closer, and you’ll find out exactly what I mean.”
“You’ve been staring at my mouth all night.”
“This is dangerous, you know that.”
“For once, I’d like to know what you’re thinking when you look at me like that.”
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t mean them.”
“Do you really think I came here for conversation?”
“There’s something about the way you say my name that ruins me.”
“If I touch you now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
“You look like sin dressed up in restraint.”
“You’re not helping by looking at me like that.”
“This tension is going to break eventually. Might as well decide how.”
“You always show up when I’m trying to forget you.”
“I should go—but I don’t want to.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍
“You keep pretending it’s just banter. It’s not.”
“Maybe we’re both too stubborn to admit what this is.”
“If I told you I’ve thought about this before, would that scare you?”
“This is dangerous, but gods, it feels right.”
“You’re trembling—don’t tell me you’re not feeling this too.”
“You can’t keep playing with fire and expect not to get burned.”
“Don’t look at me like that. I might forget how to be decent.”
“Every time you leave, I pretend I don’t care. I’m a terrible liar.”
“If this is a mistake, it’s one I’ll make twice.”
“You make temptation look far too easy to love.”
Omegaverse smut
Please be aware that there is an element of non-con for some of these sentences (and for this kind of verse as a whole.) If you are not okay with non-con themes, this might not be a good meme for you to reblog. Please note that, while betas don't have their own section in this meme, betas could still be speaking to the others.
For the Alphas
"Breed me."
"Knot me."
"Knock me up."
"Please don't. I don't want a mate yet!"
"But I don't want you to be my Alpha!"
"At least use a condom."
"Don't you feel any guilt after you take advantage of an omega?"
"Aren't you done with your rut yet? I'm tired and my body hurts."
"Please. I can't wait anymore. I need your cock!"
"I have a boyfriend/girlfriend, don't you have other omega friends that can help you through your rut?"
"What if I'm not pregnant yet? Can we go again to make sure?"
"Being an Alpha doesn't give you the right to use people!"
"There are so many horror stories about bad Alphas... but not you."
"Your scent always calms me down, Alpha."
"Omegas just don't have the same kind of fight in them... that's why I want you instead."
"I'm an Alpha too, asshole. Leave me alone."
"How do we decide who tops? Who's dick is bigger?"
"Omegas aren't your property!"
"You're too big, take it out please!"
"Please go easy... you're so big, but I want every inch."
For the Omegas
"Fuck, are you going into heat? Here?!"
"You're already leaking and I've barely touched you."
"What do you mean you don't want it? You're soaked."
"Your pretty holes are mine, bitch."
"Let me help you build your nest. You can have my (clothing)."
"You lost your rights the day you presented as an omega."
"We're not done yet. I'm going to fill you with my seed all night long."
"You poor thing. Let me get you to safety."
"I don't have an omega of my own... Could you help me?"
"I promise not to mate you, I just need your body for a little while..."
"Just let me get you to the bed and I'll take care of you."
"Doesn't it hurt when they knot you? A big dick is bad enough, but a knot too?"
"Did your Alpha train you to take their cock? I'll have to thank them the next time I see them."
"Are you okay? I saw what they did to you. What a monster!"
"Hands and knees. Your slick hole is all you're good for."
"I'm gonna stuff you full of my cum and leave you plugged up all night."
"You're crying -- does it hurt that bad?"
"Such a tight little bitch. Do you want extra prep or should I force it in?"
"Crying won't make me stop so get over it."
"Fuck that was hot. I would have offered to help but I couldn't stop watching. That happens to you just because you're an omega?"
"Hey, little omega. I saw what that Alpha did to you... and now I want my turn."
"Spread your legs. They paid me a lot of money to use you tonight and my omegas don't say no."
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Poor Skott, he truly seemed in pain. Well more like restraint pleasure but even to a Masked Fool that would be torture. Seeking elation only to be denied right through their fingers. In a kind gesture, Sampo leans forward to soothe his back in gentle circles. “Shhh, it's alright, no more jokes. Take your pants off and get comfortable. I'll grab some things.”
The gentle hand pulled itself away so he could grab them. While he was mostly playing up the whole medical roleplay, he isn't the type to just leave someone in pain either. It's something that got him in trouble more often than not. But what could he say, he's got a bleeding heart. Even for a lowly IPC lapdog. The Fool paces around the room, searching for what he needs.
Lubricant and some gloves. While he may be violating several HIPPA acts by giving Skott relief, he wasn't going to do so so roughly. Some lubricant to get the motion going, though if the Fool who drugged him used the drug he was thinking of… oh it's a mighty feisty thing.
A plant made with the power of Abundance, ever growing and its effects are strong enough to last up to several days if not treated well. A diluent would've worked better but hey, it's what the client patient wanted. While grabbing some gloves, Sampo made small talk to distract the poor man. “Got a girlfriend? Can't promise I'll sound like her but if you give me a good idea I can sound like a sweet gal.”
The steps of the other man walking around the room sounded oddly distant to his ears ( or maybe he just couldn't bring himself to listen too deeply, distracted enough as he was ) even as Sampo's voice rang clear in his head.
"N-no, I...I don't have a... I'm not...seeing anyone. And I'd, ah...rather you...sound like you." Sampo was right in that small talk was a good distraction, but it left Skott a little too unfocused, his already clumsy hands struggling to undo his pants. He was not about to ask for help for this too, though, and although it took much longer than it needed, the IPC employee eventually managed to get his pants open and off, throwing them carelessly somewhere beside the bed.
He'd left his underwear on, but they left very little to the imagination, cock visibly straining against the clothing and a dark ( growing ) spot of precum staining the fabric.
WIth his pants gone, the pressure against his erection had eased and although that was a relief, it was also...not. Without Skott even realizing it himself, he'd trailed a hand down between his legs and pressed his palm against himself. It made him shiver, a shaky moan slipping past his lips, and his head dropped against his bent up knees, sending his sunglasses slipping down onto his nose.
"F-fuck..."
Your muse finds mine, staggering down a road at night, with torn, dirty clothes and nothing else. Send “How did you get here?” to pick them up.
To switch roles, send “I don’t know where I am.”
send “ who did this to you ? ” for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it.
“Ow! How harsh!” He said, pulling his hand back and rubbing it lightly. It didn't hurt, not really. Whether Skott was too weak or the Fool could withstand that pain is up in the air. Though it didn't matter, it seems like he upset the lapdog considerably.
“Sorry, sorry. I thought a joke would've helped.” After all, laughter is the best medicine. Evidently not however, as he was still frustrated and annoyed at the Fool now.
“I did say I would be your nurse.” He said with a tone of honesty. A rare trait for a Fool but hey, crazier things have happened in the land of joy. He'll act polite now, keeping his hands to himself, straightening himself up.
“I gave you your options, dear patient. I can get you some water to dilute it or I can offer… some relief.” How that would come Sampo didn't say. Lest he enrage the other again. “Or you leave this place though I wouldn't advise it. Judging by its effects so far, you wouldn't barely make it out the hospital's door. Much less to the Tavern's exit.”
Skott doesn't move for several long moments. Then, he slowly glances up at the Fool, eyes narrowed and wary behind his sunglasses. A joke it might've been, but it hit the IPC worker a little too close to home, and he's not sure he can or even wants to trust the other man right now.
( Really, though, that's just his stubbornness and wounded pride talking )
"...If you make fun of me again, I'll do worse than smack your-- nngh...!" He clenches his teeth and drops his head onto his knees, a hand grasping onto his own hair as if hoping that the sting of pain will be enough to keep him from falling even deeper into the surging arousal. A fullbody shudder ripples through his frame and he gasps, thighs unconsciously squeezing together.
For the second time that night, the pressure is almost enough to make him come, but doing that in front of Sampo, like this, right now, is more than he can take - at least for now. If it keeps up for much longer, though...screw his pride, he might not even be able to keep his sanity.
"F-fuck..." A soft little sound akin to a whimper tears itself from Skott's throat and when he lifts his head again to look at Sampo, the anger and annoyance has faded, leaving behind only clouded arousal and desperation. "Water's...t-too long. I-I need-- I... P...please...help me."
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To this Sampo does laugh. “Oh but I did! A lot in fact!” Not caring at all for the other's predicament, Sampo made himself at home by sitting right next to him. “I'd say rescuing you from that Fool was plenty of help! And being your own personal nurse as well! But that's not what you want, is it?”
His hand comes over to Skott’s face, tilting his head just enough for the other to look at him. To really look at him. The Fool looked serious, unnaturally serious. His brows furrowed as he spoke. “We could dilute it by having you drink water until you piss the stuff out. But you're so brazen you're asking for a handjob!”
Now he laughs. His head goes back, laughing at the absurdity of it all! An IPC worker begging to be released. It has to be a joke. “I didn't take it as the type of help you want. Not with all of those animal noises. No, no, you're more of a be lead around type. Like on a nice leash, and told commands. Like a dog, am I wrong in this assessment, Mr. Skott?” He's smiling at him with a shit eating grin. As if he knows the man though they only spoke to each other twice at best.
Nope. He takes it back. Sampo is a jerk and an asshole and Skott absolutely hates the fact that he's able to see through him so easily, exposing his most secret desires in much the same way he would tell someone that he's found out what their favorite food is.
Humiliation burns across his face as the other man's laugh continues to echo in his ears, and he jerks his head away from Sampo's hand ( and gives it a sharp smack just for good measure ).
"F-fuck off! Don't project your own k-kinks onto me!" Skott hates the way his own voice shakes and the way the Fool's words plants an image in his head that makes the arousal in his veins spike. Heat coils so tight in his abdomen, and his hard dick twitches in his pants, staining the fabric with precum - but at least with his legs against his chest, that traitorous wet spot is hidden from the thief's view.
"If you're just g-gonna make fun off me, then g...get out! I'll-- gh, I'll t-take care of this myself!" With water, by jerking himself off, who the hell knows. He'll figure it out without Sampo there to laugh in his face.
⦕A/B/O verse { for Omegas } ⦖
"You realize you're talking to an Alpha, don't you?"
"You're mine. I claimed you, and I don't intend to share."
"You're mine; if I want to share you, that's my decision and mine alone."
"Is your scent always this intoxicating, or is it just me?"
"When did you go into heat?"
"Calm down, I'm not going to claim you."
"I could help you with your heat, but only if you ask nicely."
"Aren't you cute, trying to act like you don't want to beg for it."
"Stop trying to resist it."
"You're pushing yourself too hard, let me take care of you."
"Why are you taking suppressants-- are you an Omega?"
"I'm going to knot you."
"You shouldn't be here. You're too vulnerable for anyone else finds you out like this."
"I was bonded to someone else, once."
"It's been a long time since I had an omega."
"Looks like you drank something you shouldn't have." The thief said, having rescued the poor IPC lapdog. A fellow Masked Fool probably thought it was funny. After all, they got the IPC types in their bar, drowning their woes, pretending to be as funny as they are.
That being said, Sampo didn't believe in this kind of fun. It's rather cruel, no one was laughing at this joke. Not the Fool, nor the man on the medical cot.
"You can rest here, in Fatal Joke. I already spoke to Zhongshan about your... Special case." He said, gesturing to the obvious boner Skott had. "I'll be your nurse for now, so if you need anything, just ask."
My muse drank a potion and is now uncontrollably horny. Send an ask with how your muse responds or helps them!
After all the trouble he'd gone through to get there, secretly intrigued by the card given to him by the thief, he'd unwittingly let his guard down enough to allow a Fool to treat him to a drink. If Sampo hadn't arrived when he did, rescued him when he did...
After everything Skott had said to him the last time they'd met, he wouldn't have blamed the Fool if he'd stepped back and pretended he didn't see anything. ...Sampo truly was a good man. And kinder than most anyone else he'd ever met if he was even willing to take care of him in this situation too.
"...You could've just left, y'know," Skott mumbled, his breathing heavy, as he desperately tried to ignore his erection by pulling his legs up to his chest. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect, putting pressure on the tent in his pants and pulling a startled gasp and a full body shiver from the IPC employee. A drop of sweat trickled down the side of his forehead and he pushed his sunglasses up with a trembling hand from where they'd slipped down his nose.
"Shit, wh-what did he even...put in that..." He swallowed, hard. His self control was slipping by the second, unbearable arousal heating his face and making his heart pound in his chest and clouding his head. "Un-- unless you're planning to...t-to help, then I-- I don't think there's, ngh, much you c-can do right now."
Your muse walks back into the room, only to find my muse curled up into a ball, sound asleep. Upon further inspection, they find that my muse is hugging one of your character's belongings to their chest. What do they do?
Your muse catches mine in the shower. What is your muse's reaction?
Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!
My muse shows up at your muse's door late at night, badly injured. They can only manage to say your muse's name before collapsing. What does your muse do?
