Okay... So, A Spicy Thought Is Ahead And Thus, I Shall Be Putting It Under A Read More:

okay... so, a spicy thought is ahead and thus, i shall be putting it under a read more:

ahh, hello — this may or may not be inspired by something i viewed through pinterest but y'all; i'm sort of obsessed with the idea now NGL. and that is blamore wearing body cages for it's partner if they're into it. i'm talking about ones with like ornate flower designs on it, or are just very pretty looking in general — but if you aren't familiar with what a body cage is... it's basically like a type of lingerie that consists of different types of harnesses stitched together into a pattern. so, just imagine blamore laying down on its stomach on another muses bed (who is also its partner), right before they get home to surprise them in something like this... and you'll get the picture i'm trying to paint here basically

the lopsided smile already on blamore's face widened a bit when harley blushed and it also adopted a sort of teasing quality to it. it was almost as if he was non-verbally saying 'well... that was not something i was expecting to see today,' while its eyes trailed off to the side. a mirthful chuckle then slipped through its lips when harley made that comment, even though murder was not something to be taken with a grain of salt, to say the least. ❝ oh, if i wanted to kill you, i wouldn't be inviting you to a second location to do it. and you haven't done anything to wrong me — so, why would i, anyway? i understand the caution though. my bone ability sometimes makes people really nervous. ❞

after loosening the trench coat he wore, it abruptly took the clothing off of his person; draping it over its mostly exposed arm as blamore wore a sleeveless top. ❝ well, if it does become too hot, we could always just move into the shade. but you don't need to worry about me. i'll be able to feel if things cross the threshold into me getting too much sun. ❞

❝ let's find a secluded spot where we can bask in the sun together. ❞ (sentence starters related to the sun for a plant monster? sign me UP)

Harley blushed and eyed Balmore up and down with intrigue at the question.

"Sounds really nice but ugh...I am hopefully this ain't like an invitation to murder me in like a park. What... a girl can't be too careful. My real concern is.. What if it gets too warm? Do I need ta' worry about ya' burnin' or anything?"

⭒˚｡🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗 a collection of scene prompts inspired by n͟e͟o͟-n͟o͟i͟r͟, v͟i͟o͟l͟e͟n͟c͟e͟, c͟o͟n͟t͟r͟o͟l͟, e͟t͟c͟. some prompts usfw. add +reversed for the receiving muse to be "the sender" instead. adjust details as necessary.

dead end. there's nowhere left to run; the sender has cornered you at last. anonymous. disguising your voice, you call the sender to threaten/warn them. loose ends. you thought you killed them! but there's the sender, walking your way. ashtray. your cigarette smokes as you extinguish it on the sender's skin. deck. you lick the sender's blood from your knuckles, still stinging from the punch. backstab. end of the road, pal—you reveal you're double-crossing the sender. blunt. hidden in the shadows, you press your gun to the sender's back.

heel. you stare at the sender from across the room and beckon them to you. fix. not looking like that—disapproving, you fix the sender's appearance. tilt. you take the sender's chin in your hand and make them meet your gaze. staccato. irritated, the sender drums their fingers against you beneath the table. listen. the sender disobeys and you swat their curious hand away. fasten. just something i picked up—you clasp a necklace/tie/etc. on the sender. quiet. you press a finger to the sender's lips and tell them to be patient.

vomit. you can't handle this; you vomit as the sender groans about leaving evidence. wink. don't worry—you wink as you assure the sender you have no morals to offend. up front. the sender's job is a doozy; you demand half the payment now or you walk. hush. talk is cheap but you sure aren't. you accept the hush money from the sender. crossfire. you realize the sender asking you to put out a hit is your next target. gulp. hard to argue with a bullet; you agree to the sender's demands. jugular. you hold your breath as the sender uses you to demonstrate how the murder weapon was used to strangle the victim.

patron. you know the sender is hired to keep you spending but you linger anyway. last call. the sender has one final cigarette in their pack; you take it without asking. loose lips. the sender pours you another glass as you finally confess. bills. it's on me—you pay for the sender's meal. cozy. there aren't enough seats open; you pull the sender onto your lap with a grin. coffee. you look like hell—you press a cup of coffee to the sender's hands. waiting. you duck into the bus stop to escape the rain, intruding on the sender.

gutter. the trail of blood ends and you find the sender broken on the ground. speak up. you press the knife in deeper as the sender swears they didn't betray you. plaster. it's not pretty but it'll do; you wince as the sender patches your wounds. empty. you laugh at the sender as you throw your gun aside, finally out of bullets. rat. the sender falls to their knees and agrees to tell you everything they know. smother. you clasp a hand over the sender's mouth to keep from being heard. cut our losses. the sender won't make it; you leave them to die.

voyeur. you know the sender's watching; you open the blinds so they can watch. slip of the tongue. the sender whispers another's name against your skin. sign here. the sender traces a finger over [your choice], asking you to leave a mark. desk. your most enticing assignment yet: the sender bent over your desk. handcuffs. the sender dangles the key, teasing, but you hope they take their time. window. you press the sender against the glass, watching the city watching them. harsh light. what's worse? the hangover or that you can't recall the sender's name.

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