#rough meme

[monismemes]

ɪɴʙᴏx ᴍᴇᴍᴇꜱ - ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɴᴏɴᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ ꜱɪɴᴅᴀʏ send in for my muse to react to yours: (make sure to say where and who for multis)

<cuff> - handcuff my muse to something <bite> - bite my muse <claw> - dig your nails into my muse <slice> - slice my muses clothes <rip> - rip my muses clothes open <tear> - tear off my muses clothes <grip> - grip my muse a little too tight <pull> - pull my muses hair <growl> - growl in my muses ear <bleed> - make my muse bleed <choke> - wrap your hands around my muses throat &lt;gag> - gag my muse on something <smack> - smack my muses ass <direct> - move my muses hand somewhere

[screaming-gelatin]

[ push ] "Uhh um I-I don't know w-what i-im d-doing! A-all of a sudden I couldn't control my body! I'm sorry, please dont hate me Antonio! I really value your friendship and would really like to stay freinds if it's alright with you." Caramel looks at him with glimmering eyes, close to tears

Eyebrows furrowed, this was the second one today. Where was security? He didn’t say anything as he sidestepped her. “Sounds like you need to bring this up to your doctor…”@sweetie-caramel

[screaming-gelatin]

(Press anon) I dunno how I got here... Sorry. Uh... I’ll just go...Sorry again... *kisses cheek and runs

Antonio blushes faintly and holds and a hand up to his own cheek.“…okay..”

[screaming-gelatin]

Press? (TBH I’m too shy to do this here or real life but I’m curious so... lol)

Toni looked away. “I don’t appreciate being treated this way. How did you get past security?”

[screaming-gelatin]

[ t u g ]

Antonio’s roommate let out a sharp cry of pain.

@ask-deus-romano

[askcapeddarkness-blog]

Rough touch [because why not] ~cursedsunlight

8. My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Saitama couldn’t help it, gripping onto Solar’s hips and squeezing faintly. Granted, he had just gotten out of a fight so his touch was rougher than usual, a bit more possessive. 

“Fuck,” he murmured, “you have great hips.”

[askcapeddarkness-blog]

rough touch

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Honestly, Saitama had gotten so annoyed with the way the little shit zipped around that it was easy to reach out and grip him by the hair, scowling. “Listen,” he snarled, “I’m not gonna fight you unless you have a serious death wish. Now kindly, fuck off.”

God, he was so done with the day. 

[askcapeddarkness-blog]

rough touch

25. Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

Saitama had to admit, this was not how he expected his day to go, being forced to the ground by a woman with a chainsaw. “Look,” he said firmly, “I don’t know what kinda hero you are, lady, but I’m kinda busy right now so do you mind?”

How in the hell had she managed to catch him by surprise? Had he been that distracted by those Tank Top guys he’d been beating on?