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■
Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.
"He's mine. At least I know his name now, wonder if I can make him scream mine."
☱
Your character has just discovered my character's journal/diary.Leave a ☱ in my askbox for an entry that’s about you.
intern guy. his mine
➳
Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.
One misplaced word and James was furious, but then again it wasn't the interns job to know about the triggers, the ignorant younger man squirmed as James slammed him down onto the floor. Seething. Unable to control himself or the rage that coursed through him stronger than anything he'd experienced in a long while. The surgeon didn't even know what to say, the violent outburst he simply-- he simply didn't see it coming.
Oh, sometimes he though he was so smart he'd know how people would react to the things he said. No, not with James. "Don't fucking struggle now." James spat, twisting the smaller man's arm, "You're just gonna make me fucking angry." Because, of course, he wasn't already angry enough.
intern-ity
[text: YOUVE DONE IT ENOUGH ALREADY] [text: ITS MY TURN]
[Text;; play the boy]: once or twice isn't enough
[Text;; play the boy]: would u like to know how it would be if we didn't stop
[Text;; play the boy]: its all about the antici...
[Text;; play the boy]: pation
"...what?!"
Send me a "What?!" for my character's reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character's pants.
It was almost like they were trading off on who it was that initiated the little lust fueled rendez vous they had every so often and they just seemed to be getting more and mroe frequent. James would be lying if he said he didn't want to get to know Jordan a little bit better. But working at Murkoff wasn't something that left time for things that weren't related to work, the soldier leans back against the wall, hands slipping under the intern's shirt.
"We should go out-- to eat. Or just go out to go out."
☓☓☓! (;p)
SEND ME AN ☓ AND MY MUSE WILL TELL YOURS A SECRET.
"I went to somebody else's senior prom and ended up fucking in the limo next to all of their friends."
♥
Send "❤" For a drabble of our muses grinding
Stupid fucking interns with their stupid fucking scrubs. Jordan's growing erection was visible through the dark blue fabric, not that it did much hiding. And as the intern slowly pressed up against him, pulling him in by the collar for a kiss. For a jerk ass kid who was pretty much a snob, he knew how to work up a man, pressing and grinding his hips as he sat on the counter in front of James. Dragging the soldier's head down to guide him to some kisses to his neck. At least he knew what he wanted-- if he was working to be a surgeon in a few years he damn better know well of what he wanted.
It wasn't until James let out a huff of breath, and a grunt, grabbing the younger man's ass frotting helplessly searching for some damn fucking release. He didn't even know this guy and he was hoping that after this he wouldn't mention it, at least not in front of the people in his squad. He didn't need them knowing that James would go after any piece of ass-- even though it was generally true.
"Fuck-- what was your name again?" He'd at least like to know who it was that he was having such a great time with .
