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❤ ( Silvija )
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
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❤ - Zalba ofc 🥺
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
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send in “ you’re okay! i thought you were… oh, come here! ” for the sender to embrace the receiver out of sheer relief, after initially believing that they had died in a dangerous incident that has just happened. ( the sender can specify what the incident was, or the receiver can decide what this vague yet dangerous incident was! )
alternatively, send in “ hey, hey now! it’s okay! i’m alright… ” for the receiver to embrace the sender out of sheer relief, after initially believing that they’d died in a dangerous incident that has just happened. ( the sender can specify what the incident was, or the receiver can decide what this vague yet dangerous incident was! )
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‘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆’ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
as requested by a truly lovely nonnie who just made me so absurdly happy over the idea of like, having written a series of these?? i don’t know why, it just made me smile like an eejit for weeks, and so i really really hope these are what you were looking for!! if not, i will happily accept the knowledge that they might make someone happy or that someone might find them useful in the future! i hope you’re all safe and sound, go drink some water, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!! okay, thank you, i love you all! bon appetit!
[ INVITE ]: sender invites the receiver to join them on the dance floor.
[ HAND ]: sender extends a hand to the receiver, wordlessly asking for a dance.
[ TWIRL ]: sender lifts their arm while dancing with the receiver, encouraging them to twirl while they dance.
[ LOCK ]: while dancing together, sender initiates and maintains prolonged, intense eye-contact with the receiver.
[ PULL ]: sender pulls the receiver closer against them while they dance.
[ POSITION ]: sender rearranges the receiver’s hands to the correct, albeit more intimate position ( i.e. on their waist, hips, hands, etc. )
[ STEP ]: sender steps on the tops of the receiver’s shoes while dancing so as to avoid any mistakes, and let the more experienced receiver lead the way.
[ STEPPED ]: sender beckons for the receiver to step on the tops of the sender’s shoes before they dance, so as to let the more experienced sender lead the way.
[ WAIST ]: sender rests a hand on the receiver’s waist as they dance together.
[ CHEEK ]: sender draws the receiver in closer while they dance, until they’re dancing cheek-to-cheek.
[ HAIR ]: while dancing together, sender buries their face into the receiver’s hair. (for muses with shorter hair, the sender might run their hands through their hair instead!)
[ DIP ]: sender guides the receiver into an elegant, graceful dip, lowering them down while keeping a steady hand supporting them against their lower back.
[ BEHIND ]: sender dances with the receiver while standing behind them.
[ DISCUSS ]: sender pulls the receiver up for a dance in order to have a private conversation away from the crowds.
[ ESCAPE ]: sender pulls the receiver up to the dance floor in an effort to dance across the floor and over to the main exit, as part of a spontaneous escape plan.
[ AVOID ]: sender brings the receiver to dance with them in order to avoid a source of unwanted attention (aimed at the sender).
[ SAVE ]: sender rescues the receiver from a source of unwanted attention by inviting them up to the dance floor to dance together.
[ OVER ]: sender, while dancing with the receiver, suddenly lifts them up over their head. ( LIKE THIS! )
[ HUM ]: sender begins to gently hum a tune for them and the receiver to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.
[ SING ]: sender begins to sing a song for the receiver and themselves to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.
[ SILENCE ]: sender and receiver begin to dance together in perfect silence.
[ RADIO ]: sender and receiver begin to dance together while listening to a song on the radio.
[ TEACH ]: sender offers to teach the receiver how to dance properly.
[ STUMBLE ]: while dancing with the receiver, sender trips over, stumbling into the receiver in the process.
[ TOPPLE ]: while dancing with the receiver, the sender trips over, colliding with the receiver and causing both of them to fall over in the process.
[ GUIDE ]: sender, while in the process of teaching the receiver how to dance, slowly steers them through the motions of a dance while alone together.
[ STEADY ]: sender catches the receiver and steadies them after they make an accidental misstep while dancing together.
[ UP ]: sender briefly lifts the receiver up in the air while spinning during a dance together.
[ BACK ]: sender slowly lowers their hand until it’s resting against the receiver’s lower back while they’re dancing together.
[ CHEST ]: sender rests their head against the receiver’s chest while they’re dancing together.
[ FIRST ]: sender and receiver share their very first dance together.
[ WEDDING ]: sender and receiver share their first dance together as a married couple.
[ KITCHEN ]: sender and receiver dance together in the kitchen.
[ OUTSIDE ]: sender and receiver dance together while outside.
[ UNDERCOVER ]: sender and receiver dance together on a crowded dance floor in order to preserve their undercover identities while on a mission together.
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Zara & Atom @h-a-unted
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Violet met James' gaze steadily, unfazed by the simmering tension that hangs between them. She sensed his underlying anger, the urge to lash out at her for daring to see through the facade he so carefully maintains.
Her heart ached as she took in the vulnerability etched into James' features, the remnants of sadness still lingering in his eyes. Despite his attempts to maintain a facade of strength, she could see the pain he carried within him, a burden he's struggled to bear alone.
"I did," she admited, her voice steady. She didn't think this through, she just went after him. That's the only answer she was going to give him. She's got used to him pushing her away, one more time wouldn't phase her.
As James' finger grazed beneath her chin, a jolt of electricity courses through Violet's veins, sending her heart into a frantic rhythm. The touch was gentle yet commanding, igniting a fire within her that she struggled to contain. It's as if his mere presence had the power to stir something deep within her, awakening desires she never knew she had.
Her skin tingled in response to his touch, the warmth of his thumb against her bottom lip sending a shiver down her spine. She felt as though she's teetering on the edge of a precipice, on the verge of something exhilarating and dangerous all at once.
"I never said I was smart... " Violet replied, her voice a whisper as she met James' gaze with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. “... Reckless is my middle name”
“I can love what is broken” from Violet @pleinsdemuses
𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋, 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
The initial response that James barely grasps the reigns on is to lash out. He can feel it, that misplaced anger bubbling to the surface at being perceived in such a way. It is gently coupled with the fact she has startled him, and had he not been so quick to recognize her, the lashing would not have been just verbal.
"Did you follow me?" He asks, only after swiping beneath his eyes and glancing at the tips of his fingers - dry. It would have been much more embarrassing had she confronted him a few moments before, and he's able to convince himself, or at least hope that she hadn't been observing prior to approaching.
His tone, however, does hold indignation and it is barbed. Those reigns slipping slightly as he switches into an offensive position. He rolls his jaw slightly forward, eyes cutting around them to make sure she is at least alone.
Then he comes closer, stopping just shy of brushing against her. James understands what she is saying, processes it, but there's a refusal to accept such a thing. And yet - he reaches out tucking a crooked index finger beneath her chin, forcing her gaze upwards. The pad of his thumb rests lightly against her bottom lip.
"That is a very dumb and reckless thing to do."
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Open starter:
Muse: Open. It can either be: Alba, Lily, Violet, Joy, Sin or Natasha.
“Not as the faceless lover. Not even for today when you made love to me... or perhaps we should call it 'fucking', since there was nothing loving about it, only manipulation.”
#Open starter#open to everyone#open to all#open rp#open starter#indie open rp#Violet Sorrengail rp#Marvel rp#Fourth wing rp#Vampire diaries rp
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Sin's response was terse, a stubborn defiance masking the pain that radiated through her body. "I said I'm fine," she muttered, her voice strained as she brushed off Brock's suggestion to search for medical supplies. Despite her insistence, the truth was written in the lines of her face, the slight tremble in her hands betraying the agony she tried so hard to hide
As the helicopter soared through the night sky, she gritted her teeth against the pain, refusing to show any sign of weakness in front of Brock, even as her vision blurred and her limbs trembled with the effort to stay upright.
But beneath the mask of stoicism she wore, Sin couldn't deny the overwhelming sense of fatigue that threatened to consume her.
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It fuckin' figured. He'd fuckin' warned her not to get hung up on Captain America, hadn't he? Of course, the first time he'd said those words, he'd assumed she'd be hung up on killing him, not sleeping with him. The second time, he'd assumed he would be the one to rain on her happy, delusional little fairy tale, but Rogers beat him to the punch. Let her get captured by SHIELD, again, while he sat on his ass and pretended to be the hero. Shit, Brock could almost believe he hadn't done a good enough job breaking through her brainwashing the first time.
The Raft was child's play to someone who'd been both a SHIELD operative and a prisoner there. The details might have changed, but the protocols were still basically the same. There was nothing subtle about his approach, and the explosion rocked half the place, the ground shaking underfoot, every alarm going full blast. Hell, maybe the whole thing would come down. He didn't care. Sin might be the objective, but every cell door slid open at once. The chaos would help cover their exit, and he was in an enemy-of-my-enemy-is-my-friend type of mindset. Rounding up baddies would give SHIELD something to focus on besides them.
It wasn't Captain America's outline that materialized through the smoke outside her cell door but Crossbones', the familiar white mask hiding all his newest scars. He smirked behind the mask and threw her a gun, a little harder than he had to. He'd always preferred her armed and dangerous, and she could do her part getting her ass out of here or get left behind. "You still got it, girl? Unless you'd rather sit around and wait for your prettyboy hero."
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"I have nothing to prove to you...” Katherine's heart pounded in her chest as she stood on the precipice, torn between the darkness beckoning her and the flickering light of her humanity. She knew the consequences of giving in to Dean's proposition, knew the depths of depravity she would descend to if she turned off her humanity. But the allure of the forbidden, the promise of being with him without restraint, was almost too much to resist. Her Dean was there, and she would do anything to get him back. Even loosing herself in the process.
As Dean's lips brushed against her neck, she felt a shiver run down her spine, a mixture of desire and apprehension coursing through her veins. His words, dripping with temptation, echoed in her mind, tempting her to embrace the darkness alongside him.
But as she closed her eyes and felt herself slipping away, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Her loyalty to the real Dean, the one buried beneath the demon's influence, tugged at her conscience, reminding her of the consequences of her actions.
Yet, in the end, her selfish desires won out. Closing her eyes, Katherine took a deep breath, summoning the strength to shut off her humanity. It was like flipping a switch deep within her psyche, a cold detachment settling over her emotions like a heavy fog.
With a mental command, she silenced the echoes of empathy and compassion that had once guided her actions, numbing herself to the consequences of her choices. It was a chilling sensation, like extinguishing the flickering flame.
As the last remnants of her humanity faded away, Katherine felt a strange sense of liberation wash over her, replaced by a cold, calculating resolve. In this state, she was untethered by moral constraints, free to pursue her desires without guilt or remorse.
Opening her eyes, she met Dean's gaze, a devilish smirk on her lips. “Game on... ” Now the whole world would have to deal with them and Katherine was more 'than willing to watch it burn alongside him.
❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜
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For the most part, Katherine didn't interfere with his worst habits, but he’d recently discovered one she did have a problem with. They could quibble over who had killed who later, but the end result was bodies on the floor. It wasn’t how he intended to end most of his one night stands, but it would be reaching to say he was sorry about it. Katherine in a temper was something to see.
"You still want him, even after all this." He smiled, slow and wicked, as he assessed her, tiny and furious and covered in blood. The fact that she was still here at all was impressive, since his antics had even managed to irritate the King of Hell into leaving him alone. "Nobody but you, huh?" It was far from the worst terms she could have set, because even with a demon in him? He wanted her too.
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Lara's breath caught in her throat as Marc lifted her to her feet, his determination unwavering despite her protests. She winced in pain as her legs threatened to give way beneath her, a mixture of frustration and anger bubbling within her chest.
"Marc, I can't..." she started, her voice strained with both physical discomfort and emotional turmoil. But her protests fell on deaf ears as he continued to support her weight, his resolve unyielding.
Despite her frustration, Lara couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude mixed with resentment towards Marc. She knew he was only trying to help, but the stubbornness in his insistence only fueled her anger further.
"When I die, I'm haunting your ass," she muttered under her breath, a half-hearted threat laced with resignation. Deep down, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop him, but that didn't make it any easier to accept.
@deficd sent “ quit playing the martyr. i'm not leaving you behind.”
Dropping to one knee, panting from the intensity of her injuries, Lara's frustration boiled over as she glared up at Marc, her anger palpable despite the pain coursing through her body. "Goddammit Marc," she snapped, her voice trembling with emotion.
With a heavy exhale, she clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white "Stop being so damn stubborn and just go!" Each word was laced with a mixture of anger and desperation, her heart aching with the fear of seeing him getting hurt because of his stubbornness.
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Joy's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to suppress the rising tide of pleasure coursing through her body. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, especially not in the office, but the forbidden thrill only added to the intensity of the moment.
As the Johnny continued his ministrations, Joy's grip on the wooden desk tightened, her legs trembling with the effort to remain composed. The sensation of his mouth on her sent shivers down her spine, each soft pant echoing in the quiet room and fueling her desire even further.
She bit her lip to stifle a moan, the sound muffled as she whimpered in desperate need. This was risky, far riskier than anything she had ever done before, and the thought of getting caught only heightened her arousal. “Oh Fuck...” she let the words escape from her lips, running her hand through his hair.
Sinday open starter
Muse: Joy Kent, 22, assistant.
She's gonna get caught.
And just the thought added to the shaking of her legs as she gripped the wooden desk behind her harder.
The other got her skirt bunched at the hips as they sat on their knees between her thighs. The soft pants from them as they ate Joy out in their office echoed and caused a new wave of slick to form as she whimpered in need.
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Sin's mind whirled with conflicting emotions as Brock's passion consumed her. She knew she shouldn't be giving in to him, shouldn't be allowing herself to be swept away by his kisses and his touch. She should be pushing him away, fighting against him with all her strength. But instead, she found herself surrendering to him, unable to resist the magnetic pull of their shared history and undeniable chemistry.
As he pressed her against the wall, she gasped, her breath catching in her throat as he left a trail of heat along her neck. She found herself yielding to him, her body responding eagerly to his touch.
Brock's words, spoken against her skin, sent a shiver down her spine. She loved to hate him, and he knew it, exploiting her fury and her passion to his advantage. And yet, despite the anger and resentment that simmers beneath the surface, there was a twisted kind of intimacy in their shared darkness, a connection that defied logic and reason. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, pulling him closer, her hand tugging at his hair as they lose themselves in each other.
With a rough tug on his hair, Sin forced Brock to look into her eyes, a mix of anger and desire burning within her gaze. "You're such an arrogant bastard," she growled and before he could respond, she crashed her lips against his once more, kissing him with a rough urgency that betrayed the depth of her longing.
Don't forget who you're talking to.
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"Yeah? Who'm I talking to? Cap's girlfriend? Mary fuckin' Sunshine? The woman who used to be Sinthea Schmidt?" He was smiling but there was nothing pleasant about it as he tried to goad her into some sort of reaction. He used to spend every spare minute he could with Sin, but two days in a safehouse with her after escaping the Raft, and all he could think about was his hands around her throat. She was driving him up the fuckin' wall with this new act of hers, and he never could resist needling her back, wanting to see how far he could push her before she snapped.
He wanted to prove--to himself, to her--that she was still herself, just as violent and chaotic and unpredictable as always. "The old you would be sick if you could see yourself. When you gonna get it through your head that he ain't here? I'm the one who yanked yer ass outta prison. I'm the one puttin' up with your shit. You wanna go back to Captain Prettyboy, then get the fuck out. When he gift wraps you for SHIELD a second time, you're gonna be shit outta luck, 'cause I won't be there. And guess what, girl. He won't be either."
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As Andy took her hand, Alba revealed in the contact, the warmth of his skin against hers sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his larger hands and her own, finding a strange sort of comfort in the difference. And as she gazed up at him, her drunken haze only amplified his allure. He stood before her, his body commanding attention with its size and strength.
Alba stumbled slightly as she caught up to Andy outside, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol but her gaze determined. She leaned in closer to him, her words slurred but earnest. “Your place sounds good” Despite her intoxication, her intent was clear, and there's a boldness in her demeanor that suggested she knew exactly what she wanted.
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Andy had never been fond of small towns. He’d always been a city boy, Boston raised and Cambridge for school, then Newton when he and Laurie had decided to start a family. The appeal of disappearing somewhere after the deaths of his family was too great to pass up though, and it wasn’t like he'd had a lot of job offers at the time. The practice was small, just him and one other man who'd been there longer than Andy had been alive. He drank too much, and Andy spent half his time putting out fires with their clients and taking up the slack. It wasn’t the cutthroat challenge he was used to, but it filled his time. Most of it.
There were times he wondered whether the anonymity of a larger city wouldn't have been better for him though. It had taken longer than he’d expected for his past to be discovered here, and there had been whispers for weeks everywhere he went. He ignored it and then, as expected, it simply died off and no one seemed bothered by it anymore. But Christ, the town didn't even have a proper coffee shop, just a Starbucks, and a grand total of two bars, one of them decidedly touristy on the main street, and the other a dive further off the beaten path.
Andy preferred the first one. He didn’t need the mess of lasting attachments, and the only people he ever took home were tourists, never locals, people he'd never seen in town before and would likely never see again. He’d had enough scandal to last him a lifetime, even of the small town variety. He’d noticed when she came in, and so had half the guys in the place. There was a rowdy group of them at a table by the window, some sort of college sports team passing through town, who hadn't been quiet about it. He shook his head, faintly amused and faintly disapproving, as he turned back toward the bar and picked up his beer bottle. In all of history, he couldn’t imagine catcalling a woman had ever once worked.
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send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat
this can either be aggressive or flirty. the context of why is entirely up to you and for you to specify if you'd like!
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@crossxxbones
talking back until his hand is around my throat telling me to “fix that fucking attitude”
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send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
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