- … to yours grinding up against my muse
- … to yours moaning my muse’s name
- … to yours stripping off
- … to yours sexting my muse
- … to yours giving my muse a strip tease
- … to yours giving my muse a lap dance
- … to yours being drenched whilst wearing white
- … to yours leaping into my muse’s arms
- … to yours confessing a fetish
- … to yours pinning my muse against a wall
- … to yours trying to turn my muse on
- … to yours successfully turning my muse on
- … to yours turning my muse off
- … to yours tying up my muse
- … to yours spanking my muse
- … to yours having some “private time” and mine accidentally walking in
- … to yours having a “friend” over and mine accidentally interrupting
- … to yours flashing my muse
- … to yours having a wet dream and calling my muse’s name during it
- … to yours bending over seductively to pick something up for my muse
- … to yours leaving hickeys on my muse’s neck
- … to yours trying to play footsie with mine during a meeting
- … to yours trying to go down on mine, under the table, during dinner
There aren’t enough friendship and brotp memes, so here we go!
This is for the petty arguments, the silly games, the long winded conversations that you fall asleep to and continue after an hour, to the badly timed jokes, to hitting on each other’s family, to building things and burning things.
So send me “What are friends for?” and I’ll generate a number from 1-21
trying to get your friend to like your favorite musicals
submitted by ~ anonymous
Smiling like an idiot almost forgetting their current environment at the thought of Carrie just coming into his tub for a talk, the brunet gave a bit of a laugh. ”So you get into a tub just to talk to me? Is that a good or bad thing?” He questioned with a smile. ”Cause I mean the fact that you’re really pretty makes me nerv—” oh shit he just said that out loud, “it… uh, makes me n-nervous enough as it is?”
Carrie blushed so hard she thought her face would be permanently red. “At the time I thought it was a good idea. I thought I could be charming and seductive about it.” She shrugged, still blushing like mad. He called me pretty? Carrie felt a kind of fluttering in her tummy; a feeling the little blonde hadn’t felt since — well, ever. It was a new experience for her. “The feeling is mutual.” Her eyes widened and she stumbled to use the right words. “I-I mean, you’re really handsome, not pretty, I mean you are pretty, but in a manly way. I mean-” She covered her face with her hands before she could make a bigger fool of herself than she already had.
”H-Hi…” Wyatt repeated himself again, stuttering on his first word that came out of his mouth, the brunet bringing his knees to his chest all of the sudden, because— uh, she was cute— and, he was naked. And there might be a shit ton of bubbles in the water, but he was still nervous. Pretty girls always made him nervous, and the fact they were in a bath only doubled it.
”I um… I wanted to talk to you…” Carrie blushed, feeling a little stupid for climbing into a bath with him just to talk. In her head she could be seductive and charming about it, but his stupidly attractive face made her nervous. She fought the urge to cover herself up, instead sinking a little lower into the bubbles and smiling subconsciously at how cute he was when he was nervous.
Send me ‡ for my muse’s reaction to yours climbing in the tub with mine.
[woah pretty girl alert— what’s he gonna do? Stare awkwardly, yep.]
Carrie didn’t know what came over her to get in the bath with him, but she had spent a lot of time working up the nerve to do so; she wasn’t leaving just yet. Still, just looking at Wyatt made her blush.
"H-Hi… I um… Hi…"