through the woods

an 18+ dependant multi-muse rp blog for Taled

[thrcughthewccds]

— The way is clear / the light is good / I have no fear / nor no one should —

a dependant multi-muse blog for @taledhq

18+ / MDNI

rory : bio / muse / starters / asks threads: before curse / during curse / after curse

flynn : bio / muse / starters / asks threads: before curse / during curse / after curse

events / plot starters / prompt starters / gif starters / tags

wanted connections in bios

— The woods are just trees / The trees are just woods / No need to be afraid there / There's something in the glade there —

[spotsandflannel-deactivated2026]

Holland shifts in his chair across from Rory, his posture open and relaxed in that practiced way that's meant to put clients at ease, though there's a flicker of something in his expression when Rory mentions being a shifter. Recognition, maybe. Understanding. He nods slowly, leaning forward slightly with his elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together loosely. "A shifter," he repeats, his tone thoughtful, not surprised exactly, but certainly interested. There's a brief pause, and then something shifts in his demeanor, a kind of quiet solidarity. "You know, I understand more than you might think." He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture that's become habitual when he's considering how much to share. "I'm a shifter too, actually. Dalmatian. Though I'll admit, my relationship with it has been… complicated, especially lately."

He watches Rory carefully, noting the defensive posture, the crossed legs, the way he's made himself smaller on the couch. The averted gaze. The tension in those fists. Holland's seen this before, this particular flavor of frustration mixed with shame, the anger that comes from feeling like your own body is betraying you. "That anger you're feeling?" Holland says gently, his voice steady and without judgment. "It's valid. Completely valid. When you see other people do something that should be natural, something that's supposed to be part of who you are, and your body just won't cooperate? That's not a small thing. That's your sense of identity, your sense of control, your sense of belonging, all wrapped up together." He pauses, letting that sit for a moment.

"And when it doesn't work the way it's supposed to, it doesn't just feel frustrating. It feels isolating. Like there's something fundamentally wrong with you, even though logically you know that's not true." He sits forward, his own hands relaxing as he speaks, modeling the kind of ease he hopes Rory might eventually feel. "Can you tell me a bit more about what happens when you try to shift? Or what it feels like when it happens without your control? I know that might be difficult to talk about, but understanding the specifics can help us figure out what's going on."

[thrcughthewccds]

Rory looks up in shock. The therapist is a shifter? What are the fucking odds? Maybe that's why Rory already feels comfortable here.

He studies Holland, trying to see any other signs of his shifting abilities. Well, if there are any, Rory can't tell. Or maybe he can't tell because he feels tears starting to well up from Holland's words. Just to hear his thoughts said aloud without him needing to say them himself?

He swallows and blinks the tears down.

"It's just... I don't know. When I try to shift it feels like nothing's there. I have my senses and my speed but to get like my claws, nothing happens. Gods, then there's full moons when it feels like my brain shutting down everything except my base instincts; run, hunt, fuck, howl. Sometimes it's a haze and sometimes it's painful."

He stares and Holland's knees, not feeling sure enough in himself to look him in the eye. Rory's sure Holland's been having troubles recently just like the other shifters, but Rory would bet money that it's still not the same as him.

[hexcharmed]

florian  has  moved  to  the  furthest  filing  cabinet  now.                the  one  that's  currently  overflowing  with  missing  posters  and  yet-to-be-updated  files  of  their  remaining  people.  absentmindedly,  he's  listening  to  rory  speak.  not  because  he  was  uninterested  in  any  of  it,  but  because  their  kingdom  is  small  and  words  travel  fast.  it  didn't  take  long  for  him  to  learn  the  truth  regarding  the  boy   ...   and  his  new  life.

what  did  catch  his  attention  was  his  proposition.  for  some  people,  he  would  have  easily  done  what  he  was  asking  for,  and  a  part  of  him  does  understand  what  the  boy  was  asking  about.  it  was  for  the  safety  of  the  whole  town;  he  should  cooperate  without  question,  right?  but  rory  was  also  family.      "     ...   is  that  the  only  plan  we  have  at  the  moment?  seems  harsh,  kid.   "

[thrcughthewccds]

Rory recognizes that Florian has a job and he's dedicated to it. Probably the most dedicated out of all the sheriffs. But his working is making Rory antsy and it has his hands and feet twitching to run. God, the full moon is still like a week away.

"It's not the only plan," he insists. "Trust me, I'd much rather be running in the woods than in a cell. Problem is Pellar is denser that our world and the woods are too close to the town."

He finds a paper clip on the desk and starts to play with it.

"Besides, we don't know what I'm gonna be like during the moon. We never do. I might just sleep it off. I might be propositioning any adult guy I meet, or I might be a homicidal beast that would tear an innocent person limb from limb because I was hungry. And unless chains at the home construction store are magically stronger than the ones back home, I'll break them in like a minute tops."

[wintertaled]

leo  laughs  under  his  breath  at  rory’s  face,  warm  and  quiet,  the  kind  of  sound  that  gentles  the  air  instead  of  teasing.  he  helps  pour  the  soup  in  as  rory  tips  the  beans,  the  two  of  them  working  around  each  other  like  they’ve  been  doing  this  for  years  instead  of  months.

when  rory  talks  about  the  meal  being  big,  leo’s  smile  softens,  that  sunshine  warmth  slipping  into  something  almost  tender.

“yeah…  it  is  a  lot,”  he  agrees,  stirring  the  mixture  slowly.  “honestly?  i’ve  not  really  done  a  proper  big  holiday  meal  in  a  long  time.  the  clinic  kept  me  busy.  and  the  shelter.  and,  um…”

he  hesitates  for  half  a  second,  cheeks  warming  even  now.

“…and  florian,”  he  admits,  voice  a  touch  shy.  “i  didn’t  know  why  i  felt  so  drawn  to  him.  i  just—every  time  he  walked  in,  it  felt  like  my  heart  knew  something  my  brain  didn’t.”

there’s  a  tiny  laugh,  more  self-conscious  than  anything.

“i  thought  i  was  just…  pathetic,”  he  says  softly.  “pining  after  someone  way  out  of  my  league.”

he  hands  rory  the  spoon,  their  fingers  brushing.

“i  wasn’t  lonely  per  se,”  leo  continues  gently.  “i  had  work  i  cared  about,  the  shelter.  but  i  didn’t  have  anyone  who  felt  like…”  he  searches  for  the  word,  then  breathes  it  out,  quiet  but  sure— “…family.”

he  looks  over  at  rory,  eyes  warm  as  the  oven  behind  them.  “now  it  all  makes  sense,  i  suppose.  i'm  glad  we  got  our  memories  back.  but  what  about  you?”  he  nudges  the  dish  toward  rory  with  a  small,  hopeful  smile.  “go  on.  your  turn  to  stir.  you  make  everything  taste  better  anyway.”

[thrcughthewccds]

Rory smirks fondly. It's weirdly adorable seeing his older brother talking like a lovestruck teenager even though he and Florian have been together a long time.

"Oh please," he jokes. "The only thing he's out of your league with is looks and even then he clearly has good taste because look at us." He gestures to his own face proudly. "The good looks run in the family and he hit the jackpot with you."

There's a moment of content silence as they both absorb that word. Family. They're a family, finally and again. Maybe even more so than they were in their homeland.

Rory stirs up the beans and soup, spreading it evenly in the dish.

"I mean yeah, I'm glad I remember my brother, my friends. And I remember that I don't hate grandpa so that's been a real improvement. I just..."

He pauses, swallowing hard.

"It was nice not turning into a monster once a month or whatever. I mean I was definitely different during full moons in the curse, but I was still in control."

He turns, sliding the dish into the oven and avoiding looking at his brother.

[wolftaled]

zeke’s  stare  dropped  immediately  to  where  red  adjusted  himself.  unsubtle  little  shit.  he  let  out  a  long,  slow  exhale  through  his  nose  —  the  kind  that  wasn’t  quite  a  sigh,  wasn’t  quite  a  growl,  but  carried  the  weight  of  both.

“you  really  are  hopeless  tonight,”  he  muttered.

rory  crept  closer,  gold-eyed  and  needy,  and  zeke’s  fingers  tightened  on  the  doorframe.  not  because  he  was  tempted  —  he  absolutely  wasn’t  —  but  because  the  pup  was  two  seconds  from  tripping  over  his  own  hormones  and  face-planting  onto  the  porch.

“full  moon  fun,”  he  echoed,  dry  as  dead  leaves.  “that  what  we’re  callin’  it  now?”  and  yet…  his  stance  shifted.  not  letting  him  in  —  not  yet  —  but  no  longer  blocking  the  doorway  like  he  meant  to  keep  him  out  all  night.

he  leaned  down  just  enough  that  his  shadow  fell  over  red,  voice  dipping  low  in  warning.  “i  ain’t  runnin’  with  you  if  you’re  in  this  mood.  you’re  already  thinkin’  with  the  wrong  head.”  his  gaze  dragged  deliberately  over  rory’s  blown  pupils,  the  flush  on  his  cheeks,  the  restless  twitch  of  him.  “and  don’t  give  me  those  eyes.  they  ain’t  gonna  work.”

they  were  absolutely  working.

his  jaw  flexed.  full  moon  fun,  my  ass.

“…you  eat  anything  today?”  the  question  slipped  out  gruff  and  uninvited.  classic  zeke:  pretending  he  wasn’t  soft  by  pretending  he  wasn’t  being  soft.  “or  you  been  too  busy…  bouncin’  around  n’  botherin’  folk?”

another  sniff,  sharper  this  time  and  his  brow  furrowed.

“you’re  burnin’  hot,  red.”

a  beat.

“get  up  here.  slowly.”

not  an  invitation.

an  order  —  the  kind  he  only  gave  when  the  pup  was  on  the  edge  of  losing  himself.

[thrcughthewccds]

Rory licks his lips nervously. This really isn't starting well. He definitely started too strong but he just can't think straight. He doesn't stop giving Zeke his puppy eyes. He doesn't care if it's true or not that they don't work.

"I had breakfast this morning. Big breakfast. And then I was doing errands all over town and didn't really get a chance to stop and eat and then I was feeling the full moon and so yeah. Breakfast."

Burning hot? If he wasn't literally giving off steam, Rory would've taken it as a compliment. Not very smooth but Zeke isn't smooth and that's part of what Rory likes about him.

Rory grins and bounces a couple more time before he takes slow deliberate steps up to the door.

He stands in front of Zeke for a moment, drinking his rugged features in and taking a deep breath to smell him, strong and overwhelming. He waits until Zeke fully steps aside to let him in. Rory may be the top, but he defers to his alpha, always and forever.

"Thank you," he says, standing in the living room. "I thought about hitting up some fuck buddies, but all I could think about was you and before I knew it I was running here."

[hexcharmed]

"     there  was,  but  only  when  a  witch  was  being  burned  at  the  stake.  it  was  gruesome,  but  at  least  the  smell  didn't  cling  that  much  in  the  air,     "                 hansel  says  with  a  smirk.  well,  at  least  some  of  his  sardonic  humor  is  back  and  unchanged.  he  would  have  said  a  whole  lot  more  dreadful  things  then...  if  he  didn't  feel  eugene  against  his  back.

he  sighed  again,  this  time  with  a  little  bit  of  relief,  especially  when  he  felt  the  kiss  on  his  cheek.  by  the  gods  of  the  homelands,  was  he  really  this  starved  of  touch?      "     hmm?  i  was  considering  trauma  dumping  on  you  about  how  i  really  feel...  but  now  i'm  curious  about  that  tongue.  can  we  go  with  that?     "

[thrcughthewccds]

Flynn shakes his head. "Rugged man, yearning for the simpler times."

He kisses behind Hansel's ear and licks the crease for good measure.

"Well, who am I to say no to that. How about this?" he turns Hansel around and walks him backward to lean against a solid looking tree. "You tell me all about it while I take care of this," he cups Hansel's crotch then lowers himself to his knees. "And If you're a good boy, I'll eat you out as a reward?"

He keeps his eyes fixed on Hansel's while he unzips the man's pants and pulls them down enough to pull the man's cock out of his underwear.

[wintertaled]

leo  looks  up  when  rory  speaks,  that  warm,  automatic  smile  lighting  up  his  whole  face  like  it  always  does  when  he  sees  his  brother  proud  of  something.  he  drifts  over  to  the  tray,  leaning  in  a  little  as  if  the  rolls  are  something  precious.  “rory…  they’re  perfect,”  he  says,  soft  and  sincere.  “grandpa’s  gonna  try  so  hard  not  to  be  impressed,  but  he  won’t  stand  a  chance.”  he  bumps  their  shoulders  together,  gentle,  more  like  a  quiet  i’m  here  than  anything  else.

“okay,  next…”  he  scans  the  counter,  humming  under  his  breath  as  he  takes  in  the  organized  chaos  they’ve  managed  to  create.  “i  think  the  green  bean  casserole.  it’s  an  easy  one.  we  just  mix  the  beans  with  the  soup,  and  the  crunchy  onions  go  on  later.  nothing  scary.”

he  reaches  for  the  can  opener,  then  pauses,  looking  back  at  rory—really  looking,  noticing  the  tired  edges  beneath  all  the  effort.  “if  you  want  to  take  a  breather,  i  can  start  it,”  he  offers  softly.  “no  rush.  we’re  doing  great.”  there’s  a  warmth  in  his  eyes  that  makes  the  whole  kitchen  feel  a  little  brighter.  “i’m  really  glad  we’re  doing  this  together,”  leo  murmurs,  almost  like  it’s  a  thought  slipping  out.  “it’s  already  my  favorite  thanksgiving.”

he  smiles  again,  small  but  glowing. “so…  green  beans.  whenever  you’re  ready.”

[thrcughthewccds]

Rory makes a face at the mention of green beans. Not really his favorite vegetable but he can deal. Plenty of other (hopefully) delicious food to have.

He smiles at his brother.

"Just crazy. This is the biggest meal I've had here. Pretty sure grandpa made like half the amount we've got here and that still seems like a lot. And I was like no help for those cursed years."

He bumps shoulders back then takes a second to stretch and take a deep breath. Then he shakes his shoulders and neck to reset.

"Right, green beans. They should be dry now."

He grabs the strainer the fresh green beans had been rinsed in. He pours them into the casserole dish while Leo adds the soup.

"What was it like for you? Did you have Flo or was it just you?"

[wolftaled]

the  full  moon  didn’t  bother  zeke.  never  had.  pups  and  the  freshly-turned  went  wild  under  it,  minds  splitting  at  the  seams,  instincts  tearing  them  in  two.  but  zeke?  he’d  been  born  into  his  beast.  there  was  nothing  to  fight,  nothing  to  lose  to.  the  moon  tugged  at  him,  sure  —  sharpened  his  senses,  stirred  up  urges  he  preferred  keeping  buried  —  but  it  never  unraveled  him.  perks  of  being  more  wolf  than  man,  if  you  asked  him.  not  that  he’d  ever  thought  too  hard  about  it.  it  was  just…  how  he  was.

so  even  with  the  moon  hanging  fat  and  bright  outside,  zeke  was  at  home,  sprawled  across  his  too-small  couch,  gnawing  on  leftover  roast  from  the  diner.  the  place  smelled  like  pine  and  dirt,  and  the  faint  musk  that  clung  to  him  after  hours  in  the  woods  —  exactly  how  he  liked  it.  quiet.  still.  peaceful.

which  meant,  obviously,  he  wasn’t  going  to  get  any  of  it  tonight.

a  familiar,  restless  yapping  cut  across  the  yard.  zeke  let  out  a  groan,  pressing  his  head  back  into  the  arm  of  the  couch.  he  considered  ignoring  it.  he  even  pretended  for  a  whole  three  seconds  that  he  couldn’t  hear  the  brat  outside  —  but  red  always  knew  better,  could  smell  a  lie  before  zeke  even  spoke  it.

with  a  resigned  huff,  he  dragged  himself  upright,  stretching  long  and  lazy  before  padding  to  the  door.  he  cracked  it  open,  then  braced  one  arm  across  the  frame,  blocking  most  of  the  entry  with  his  body.  a  deliberate  posture  —  protective,  territorial,  keeping  the  little  wolf  outside  until  he  proved  he  could  behave.  at  least  a  little.

“you  ever  heard  of  callin’  first?”  he  rumbled,  eyes  narrowing  at  the  sight  of  rory  practically  vibrating  out  of  his  skin.  “an’  ain’t  it  too  late  for  you  t’be  runnin’  around?  kids’  curfew  and  all  that.”

his  nose  twitched  —  catching  the  scent  coming  off  rory  in  waves  —  and  zeke’s  ear  gave  one  annoyed  flick.

great. it  was  that  kind  of  full  moon  for  him.

[thrcughthewccds]

"Yeah, just figured you wouldn't answer. And I'm pretty sure you heard me running the moment I was in the woods."

He snickers and saunters closer to the bottom of the steps, respecting Zeke's territory as much as he can in this state.

"Haven't had a curfew since I turned 18. And please, you saw me during the curse. It's not late for me until the sun's coming back up."

He can smell Zeke even from here. Woodsy, musky, and a hint of the fall florals around the place. God, it's so hot. Rory not so subtly adjusts himself.

"Come on, Z. We haven't had full moon fun in a long time. Surely you miss running with your pup. And bending over for him."

He grins, biting his lip and giving Zeke his biggest puppy dog eyes. Even flashing them gold for the hell of it.

[frogprincessed]

well, at least someone else got it. ❝ yeah, that … just all seems so weird. at first I thought I was losing it, dreaming about being a frog … don't ask. ❞ they were still trying to figure out why they were a frog for a duration of these memories, yet they weren't sure if it was all that they had suppressed or had unlocked. ❝ I know some people are really gung ho about it considering they're princes and princesses in that life but it's a bit heavy knowing that this isn't real … not really anyways. ❞ all a lot to take in. ❝ what about you ? you a prince or noble or grand creature of a magical forest - … ❞ they stop as their slight orleans' accent kicks in: it's been doing that ever since the curse was off. titian was slowing grabbing reins that alexandre had previously. they do gesture for the other to answer while they figure out which voice they were gonna use as they clear their throat. 

[thrcughthewccds]

Flynn listens, seeing the guy needs someone to actually talk to. He is interested in the frog bit but bites back his questions. Maybe if he plays his cards right, he can find out in a more private setting.

Flynn shrugs. "Technically. I married into the royalty. Also a long story but do feel free to ask if you're curious."

He leans back in his seat and considers what Titian said.

"I mean, this was real though. Otherwise we wouldn't still be here. Is it all crazy and confusing? Absolutely, but we're from magical lands that this world considers made up. I think we all can handle what comes our way."

Flynn can't help the small smile on his face when he hears Titian's accent come out. It's cute.

[rewritingtales]

a young man with an actual purpose in life? shocking. "who am i to get in the middle of a business man and his deals then?"

now that the challenge is out in the air between the two of them, cruellius definitely looks intrigued. he leans in even closer to make sure that there's not too much space in between them. this just became a game.

"i like making sure that i can still catch young guys. all that pent of energy can become useful if it's at the end of my leash."

he shakes his head slowly, looking back at his car and then over to rory. while it does have enough room, he won't subject that to his carnal desires.

"i'm very particular about my car. one thing you should know about me. no fluids are going to get on those seats or on my furs."

so it's not necessarily a no, just not in that exact location.

[thrcughthewccds]

Rory doesn't even flinch when the man invades his space, taking the time to appreciate his high cheeks and pouty lips along with the salt and pepper scruff that sculpts his face to perfection. Rory has to admit, as fun as guys around his age are, there's just something about older men that draw him in and turn him on. His jeans already feel tight with the man so close.

"Shame. I guess we'll have to wait for you to need me at your home. Probably best. Gives you time to pick out a good collar and leash for me. If you order them from town I could wear them when I deliver them."

He tilts his head, looking into the man's hungry eyes.

"Now have I earned your name or do you prefer something else, sir?"

He licks his lips as his gaze moves to watch the man's own lips.

[thrcughthewccds]

where: Rory's and Grandpa's place | when: Thanksgiving; after curse | whom: Leopold @wintertaled

Rory pulls the fresh baked rolls out of the oven and carefully places it on the counter to cool. He grabs the garlic butter and starts to spread it over the top, painting it like it's his Mona Lisa or whatever.

Why had he and Leo decided to handle the dinner this year? It had been a fun idea, sure. Brother's reconnecting, bonding with the family, giving grandpa a break. But they've been going all morning (or all night if you count the turkey stuff) and it's been as stressful as a full moon.

"Okay," he declares when the rolls are dripping with the butter. "Gotta let these cool and then they're ready. What next?"

He wipes sweat from his forehead and that makes him catch a whiff of his pit. He may need to reapply his deodorant again soon.

[thrcughthewccds]

where: Zeke's cabin and woods | when: full moon day; after curse | whom: @wolftaled

Rory stands outside the cabin, bouncing on the balls of his feet and trying to ignore the urge to rip off his clothes and barging into the place.

The effects of the full moon on Rory is never consistent. Sometimes he's a hungry monster that hunts and gorges on raw venison, fox, regular wolves, and unfortunately people if they're somehow caught in his way. Sometimes he's just energetic and needs to run for basically the whole night. Rarely, there's even times when he's just tired and sleeps as a wolf in the woods, basking in the moonlight like he's trying to sun tan (moon tan?) or something.

And other times... he's a borderline sex pest.

"Zeke!" he calls out to the cabin, knowing the wolf man can hear him. "Ezekiel! Come out to play or I'll huff and puff and blow your house down."

He snickers and starts to kick at the dirt around him. Regardless of his current need to fuck, he has the itch to be moving and active.

[frogprincessed]

❝ nice try, dude, but you're not getting another free sample of pancakes, flattery or not. ❞ titian, or at least as alexandre had seen this guy try and use their wink and charm to get freebies, which would have worked on some of the more impressionable staff, but they were a bit more seasoned and tough. however, today felt strange for them so maybe a freebie really didn't matter in the midst of all this. ❝ sorry … today's been a bit of a wreck … have you been uh … having visions ? or maybe dreams of a different life ? ❞ they were really trying to make an effort to not make it sound weird in case they weren't one of the people who were experiencing the change.

[thrcughthewccds]

Flynn shrugs off the rejection of a freebie. He wasn't vying for one this time but good to know he can't here. The food's worth it though so he can deal.

He raises an eyebrow as Titian talks, confused by the way he's talking about it.

"You mean our memories from before Pellar? Yeah, definitely. It's been a hell of a time parsing them out, not to mention how busy the bar's been with people working through it in the shitty way."

Not that he can judge because he's also doing it the shitty way but that's beside the point.

[hexcharmed]

florian  turned,  then  looked  at  the  jittering  boy  in  front  of  him  and  raised  an  eyebrow.                 even  if  the  boy  tried  his  best  to  hide  the  shakes  and  the  nerves,  the  years  florian  had  spent  as  the  town's  sheriff  had  certainly  honed  his  skills  in  picking  up  those  signals.  he  knew  there  was  something  more  to  this  visit   ... 

he  just  needed  to  know  exactly  what  it  was,  even  if  part  of  him  felt  he  would  regret  knowing  the  answer.    "     rory.  i  didn't  expect  you  to  be  here,     "     he  said  with  a  sigh.  the  curse  of  his  good  heart  and  the  need  to  help  people  had  struck  again.    "     that's  not  really  how  i  would  describe  my  relationship  with  your  brother,  but  i  will  take  the  compliment.  how  can  i  help  you,  kid?     "

[thrcughthewccds]

Rory chuckles and walks over to lean against the desk.

"Yeah, well, it’s not wrong, right?"

He crosses his arms and tugs on his sleeve nervously.

"Right, so I was hoping you'd be alone since this is sensitive and a little weird. Plus I don't know how any of your guys feel about shifters so keeping it in the trust circle is a big thing."

He swallows and recalibrates so he'll stop rambling.

"So grandpa and I were brainstorming ideas for the full moon coming up and I was wondering if you'd lock me up for the night?"

[thunderousmemes]

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.”

[soulprompts]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.

[absolmemes]

☾ lustful action prompts.

a litany of prompts exploring intimacy and sexuality. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[beg.] sender makes receiver beg before giving them what they want.

[fumble.] sender struggles impatiently with receiver's clothes.

[shh.] sender stuffs their fingers in receiver's mouth to keep them quiet.

[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.

[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.

[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.

[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.

[drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver.

[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time.

[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.

[deep.] sender pushes receiver's head down during oral until they gag.

[eager.] sender holds receiver's head still and fucks their mouth.

[anchor.] sender pins receiver's hips while eating them out.

[grind.] sender grinds their hips into receiver while receiver gives them oral.

[press.] sender pushes a hand against receiver's stomach while inside them.

[hold.] sender grabs receiver's hand to hold while they have sex.

[pin.] sender pins receiver's wrists above their head.

[straddle.] sender straddles receiver's body to restrain them.

[clutch.] sender clutches receiver's jaw to hold their head still.

[hollow.] sender presses a thumb into the hollow of receiver's throat.

[cradle.] sender cradles receiver's throat in their hand, applying light pressure.

[stay.] sender cockwarms receiver.

[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.

[stare.] sender forces receiver to maintain eye contact.

[cling.] sender wraps their legs tight around receiver's waist while they have sex.

[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex.

[suckle.] sender sucks on receiver's chest and nipples.

[eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.

[praise.] sender praises receiver for taking it well.

[hush.] sender forbids receiver from making a sound.

[chokehold.] sender locks receiver's throat in the crook of their arm.

[mark.] sender leaves hickeys on receiver where they will be seen later.

[nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck.

[rut.] sender gets caught up, fucking receiver harder without warning.