(By accident? I don't know. What ever Will muse is comfy with? Haha.) What'cha wearing, sexy?
Sext my character. By accident or on purpose.
[MSG]: Beth, was this meant for me?

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(By accident? I don't know. What ever Will muse is comfy with? Haha.) What'cha wearing, sexy?
Sext my character. By accident or on purpose.
[MSG]: Beth, was this meant for me?
❄
changedhismind; Send ❄ for our muses to be stuck in a cabin while a large winter storm is raging outside.
Daryl tucked a tattered sheet under the door to keep some of the winds out. The storm outside wasn’t letting up ad the cabin was small enough to not really have any score of heat but from the small fire they built. The last thing they needed was it getting blown out. Moving back over to where Beth was sitting he sat close to her, mostly for body heat.
“-- hopefully it’ll stop soon.”
[Text] How do you feel about a Threesome?
changedhismind;
[MSG] Are you inviting me to one?
♤
changedhismind; ♤:Taking a bath together.
Hannibal preferred baths to showers most of the time, and even with the company he knew they would fit easily. The tub large enough to where they weren’t cramped, but small enough where they could sit closely. Him behind her, back pressed to the rim of the tub as he worked his fingers through her hair to wash it.
Shut up.
changedhismind;
Hannibal allows the action of her pushing him back, easily following her movement to see what she would do next. A few different outcomes rattled around his his brain. When he lips were on his he wasn’t surprised or n o t surprised. His hand moving between them and pausing at the base of her neck, ringers curled against soft skin. So b r e a k a b l e.
“-- w h y did you do that?”