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SABRINA CARPENTER - a nonsense christmas

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annoyance threatened to become real, blonde curls well and truly messed up, apples on the floor, she's thankful her outfit was at least one not too precarious. his fun and games left her hanging a little too long, nails curling into the sides of his lower back, DIGGING into skin through his shirt with a loud huff of air. ❛ are you DONE yet? ❜ except he was having fun, on his own accord, flipped their cute day quite literally on its head. ❛ no apples, no pumpkins, no party. fine! ❜ if that were the case, she'd party without him, eat a slice of freshly baked pie right under his nose. two could play at that game.

Thinking  about  exactly  where  they  stand  is  not  something  he  wishes  to  occupy  himself  with     ⎯⎯⎯     all  that  can  be  simply  does  not  matter,  not  when  he  quite  literally  has  her  tossed  across  his  shoulders  regardless  of  their  supposed  ❛status❜.  Who  cares  about  details  and  technicalities  when  they're  bitching  about  plans  they  will  or  will  not  make.  Whatever  it  is,  they  are  far  from  meaningless  !  Squeal  rings  through  the  peace  of  the  orchard  and  his  grin  grows  wider  in  response.

Pose  is  held  for  a  moment  too  long     ;     fingertips  now  gripping  the  flesh  of  her  calf,  rather  than  the  comfortable  curve  of  her  waist.  He  could  hold  her  by  the  ankles  if  he  wanted.  ❝Look  at  that,  you  dropped  all  the  apples.❞  Now  we  have  to  stay  here  longer,  what  a  shame.  ❝Make  that  a  promise  and  you  have  yourself  a  deal,  missy.❞

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❛ they are walkable ❜ speech trails out as a wave of gentle laughter carries away her words, ❛ it's more fun being up here ❜ her outfits came with glitz and glam, but leaning into the warmth of his back provided so much more, this came with contentment, a feeling all too lost on her. ❛ see, you like it really ❜ smile widens into a toothy grin, playful while switching her hands from being looped around him to resting against the hood, holding her balance until he's back once again keeping her steady. ❛ i guess i'll pay up ❜ spoken against his lips, free hand smoothing a thumb gently along his jawline while mouths meet in the middle.

❝ maybe probably? so i’m carrying you just cause you don’t wanna wear walkable shoes? ❞ it’s not like he could say no to that face anyway, she gets exactly what she wants when she wants no questions asked. this is one of those many occasions

❝ ah, fair point ❞ there’s a quiet chuckle, smiling softly at the feeling of fingers brushing through his hair. all the little things she does that makes this feel great ❝ i’ll carry you no matter what, don’t have to worry about that part ❞ cody sets her down on the hood of his car, turning to stand between her legs, thighs hugging his waist so perfectly. ❝ need a kiss now, payment ❞

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tongue runs across cheeks, teeth skimming the soft flesh and PULLING for a moment, regaining some semblance of composure and being. there's a thousand thoughts on her lips, none of them making it to the verbal surface and out of the storm raging inside her head, it was all a terrible idea. hands smooth across the front of her outfit, removing any wrinkles that might have appeared from their momentary lapse of actions they've said can't happen again at least a handful of times by now. ❛ you shouldn't be here. ❜

jey should be more careful. briefly thinks that roman is right, that he should think before he acts more often. her hands are everywhere, he feels them, but ... jey's stay right where they are. pulls her right into his arms and too close for anyone who's not supposed to be a lover. he finally pulls away and realizes how little he wants to, how much he wants to get out of here and to where they can be alone. instead, his feet stay planted where they are ― lick his lips of vanilla flavored lip gloss. " i know, " he's not looking at her face, eyes laser focused on lips that were just on his. " i know. "

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around ... well, smut. adjust phrasing — mature themes, obviously . )

| -> ( ... ) lightly spicy.

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

shhh, they'll hear you.

i'm serious - right here, right now.

i needed a distraction, and here you are.

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

can i touch you here ?

i have five minutes, let's make this quick.

you seem to know what you're doing.

oh, we've barely just started.

i won't break, don't be afraid.

can't we just sneak off ? no one will notice.

i'm getting under you to get over someone else. is that okay ?

did you start without me ?

[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ?

you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

you have no idea how long i've wanted this.

looks like it's just us here ... privacy at last.

can we come up with a safe word before continuing ?

you're so beautiful, [ name ].

take these off.

you take them off for me.

wait ... won't they hear us ?

don't get sappy on me, it's just sex.

can we try something new tonight ?

i skipped underwear, just for you.

if you tear that, you're paying for it.

i've missed this so much.

you just want me to do all the work ... it's kinda hot.

you don't have to hide anything from me.

tell me you love me ... i won't hold you to it, just say it.

you know what i'm waiting for.

is this the [ piece / lingerie ] i picked out for you ?

feeling risky ?

your scars don't make me see you any differently.

take me to the sofa, i can't make it to the bed.

i want this. i want you.

i don't know how i ever lived without this. without you.

i could never share you with anyone else.

do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower ...

i want to forget. just help me forget.

is this okay ? [ ... ] tell me if that changes, alright ?

you can pretend i'm [ name ], if that helps.

let's make this last ... i want you to remember tonight.

this doesn't have to mean anything.

i want to hear you say it.

do you trust me with this ?

let me take care of you.

right here on the counter ? naughty ...

i want to paint that pretty neck plum with hickeys.

someone's feeling bold tonight.

don't worry, i'll buy you another one.

you turn me on so easily --

say please.

| -> ( ... ) xxxtra spicy.

you're doing so well for me , [ name ].

i thought i told you to [ wait / stay still ].

choke me . i promise i'll be fine .

i'm so fucking [ wet / hard ] for you.

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ...

i'm all yours ... fuck- all yours–

touch yourself for me.

can you come from just this ?

ah-- you're going to leave a mark.

do you want to taste yourself ?

please, [ name ] - i want to come.

do you have any idea how good you taste ?

you look so fucking good down there.

show me where it feels good, [ ... ] right there ?

faster ... fuck, i'm so close.

please, please, plea-

if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

say you're mine. shout it so everyone knows what we're doing in here.

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop-

i won't stop until you've come so hard your legs shake.

get on your knees for me, baby.

are you getting close ? i'm almost there–

fuck me like you hate me. pretend if you have to.

fuck me like you love me. pretend if you have to.

i love the sounds you make ... i can't get enough.

get yourself off ... i love watching you.

come for me. now.

grab your [ toy ], i'm about to rock your world.

please touch me. please, i'll do anything.

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.

fuck, [ name ], i'm coming ... fuck-

tell me how badly you need [ it / me ].

you feel so fucking good.

please, i'm so close.

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there's a wicked glint to bright eyes, amusement in the remark that leaves his lips, knows that she's got him wrapped around her little finger, though she's gentle with it. he wasn't a pawn in game, a meaningless boytoy to occupy five minutes with, this was different, and that alone was TERRIFYING. her perhaps only weakness in life? being aware of her own feelings, acknowledging them, allowing them to exist.

❛ it's not - ❜ words failed, replaced by a squeal as arms and hands swung around him, fingertips balled into his tshirt as the ground became INCREASINGLY closer to her face. ❛ DREW ❜ too busy holding on to keep hold of any apples she'd picked, blonde curls having fallen forwards across her features less than gracefully, body quite literally HANGING from his. ❛ pick me BACK UP and no costumes ❜

A  dog  off  leash  still  follows  the  orders  barked  by  its  owner.  And  what  is  the  woman  currently  tossed  over  his  shoulder  other  than  a  jailer,  judge  jury,  and  executioner  ?  What  is  she,  other  than  the  one  on  the  other  end  of  the  prong  collar  around  his  throat  ?  He  rolls  his  eyes,  even  when  he  knows  that  she  cannot  see.  Final  act  of  defiance  tastes  just  as  sweet  as  the  apple  does  crushed  underneath  the  force  of  canine  teeth.  ❝At  this  point  you  have  blackmail  material  on  me,  woman.  It's  Stockholm  syndrome.❞  That  is  not  true,  unless  he  counts  this  day  out  together.

She  is  asking  the  wrong  question     ⎯⎯⎯     one  might  as  well  ask  if  a  feral  dog  bites  on  purpose.  ❝I'm  never  annoying,  only  when  you  make  me  do  stupid  shit.❞  Shrug  of  her  shoulder  forces  her  to  move  further  down,  face  nearing  the  ground  first,  even  when  his  grip  on  her  remains  tight  and  secure.  For  all  his  shit-talking,  he  would  not  actually  let  her  fall.  ❝You  bet  your  arse  I'm  turning  it  down  if  you  ask  me  to  wear  a  fucking  costume.❞

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⋆ ♡ 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔

B. CASTILLO ／ nine.

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♡ (   𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ' accepting   ) 💐 drewww ／ @hitcritical

business is business and business is boring. playing face, keeping up appearances, look pretty, shake hands and SMILE. loud names screaming wealth and scandal, there wasn't a single person in the room with clean hands no matter how they tried to hide it, but that's her life. the same life lead by the three girls at her side, best friends with powerful fathers, each typing away on their phones in dresses far too nice and appreciated a little too much by their room of company. at least HER company, albeit over the phone, responded to bathroom break selfies with three little dots, incoming message a least expected image. tanned abs, littered with specs of shaven hairs as eyes trailed down the screen, fingers lowering the brightness as she went. ❛ i'll be right back ❜ excusing herself from the literate and figurative girl gang, throat cleared, regaining an ounce of composure to study the rest of the photo. tapered v lines, muscular thighs, strong fingers wrapped around the thick length of his cock ... in a bathroom that looked all too familiar. looked like the VERY building she was in.

surprise.    send   an   unexpected   nsfw   image  to  my  muse .

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♡ (   𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ' accepting   ) 💐 jey ／ @chvmpisms

she's not sure how or when it had happened, somewhere between her palm shoving into his chest and their personal space becoming each others. he's the enemy. technically. except greedy lips pressed firmly together, tongues in a battle while small hands gripped and grabbed wherever they could ... and then it was OVER. reality came in a crashing wave, sharp inhale of air and fingertips wiping the edges of her mouth, breath HEAVY against the inside of her chest. ❛ we can't, you KNOW we can't ❜

abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue .

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confusion washes over pretty features, only for a moment until alcohol splashes against the floor, he's just like her. over dramatic, full of angst, some kind of chip on his shoulder as her own glass touches glossy lips. ❛ someones in a wonderful mood ❜ it's playful, yet gentle sarcasm laces words with a featherlight touch, watching him from behind fluffy flashes and soft gaze, ❛ why don't you pour another glass and we'll celebrate you ❜

@dcllrs   liked   for   a   starter

❝       here’s  to  five  years.       ❞     he  held  up  his  glass,  and  with  a  quick  flick  of  the  wrist,  turned  it  in  a  complete  half  circle.  a  satisfied  smirk  stretched  along  his  face  as  max  watched  the  dom  pérignon  create  a  small  puddle  on  the  floor.  a  tragic  waste  of  such  expensive  liquor,  but  why  should  he  give  a  fuck?  he  didn’t.  as  much  as  he  didn’t  care  about  dynamite  and  their  five-year  anniversary.  not  while  he  wasn’t  there,  anyway.  ❝       i’ll  enjoy  some  champagne  while  i’m  toasting  to  my  academy  award.       ❞

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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of course he agreed. it's enough for eyes to playfully narrow when their gaze briefly meets, nose scrunching in faux offence to the actual fact that her heels were never practical. such is the life of a short girl. ❛ maybe ... probably ❜ hummed words, as if ACTUALLY giving her choice of footwear some thought.

❛ anyway ❜ she starts, fingers smoothing through short locks of bleached hair, perfectly at home before her chin comes to rest atop his head. ❛ cody rhodes uber rides mean the shoes don't matter, plus they'd get in the way up here, make it harder for you to carry me. ❜

“ you just read my mind ” he lets out a huff, head turning just enough to catch her eyes with a smile. sure it might be a tedious thing to others but he doesn’t mind — he’ll carry her around like this all night if that’s what she wanted. the princess treatment is real to them. “ not possible to find somewhere in the middle, a mix between the two ? ” arms and hands keep a gentle grip of legs, passing through the long - busy hallways of co-workers until they approach the parking lot “ you’ve got your own personal transport back here now ”

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❛ cute of you to follow them ❜ sassy retort, eyes roll while she's still half focused on keeping her balance between scouting out the good apples left within the tree. she's settled now, trust in the way he steadied her frame against his, though she's sure he could have stood there ALL day before he really noticed the weight of her perched upon his shoulders. BOSSY? more than likely. but if accepted his fate as being part of their seasonal day out it'd be MUCH more fun.

❛ are you trying to be annoying on purpose? ❜ hand extends to twist an apple of the branch, another for the collection that she'd turn into a sweet treats accompanied by smells of cinnamon. ❛ guess you'd turn down a halloween party too, hm? ❜

He  does  not  know  fully  how  he  got  himself  here    ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯  between  the  red-eye  flights  and  the  cab  drivers  without  any  distinguishing  features  (  they  bleed  into  one  another  after  days,  weeks,  months  on  the  road.  )  Before  he  knows  it,  it  is  autumn  and  he  has  a  squealing  girl  on  his  shoulders.  Her  hand  clutches  to  his  shirt  ;  digs  hard  enough  with  fright  of  a  fall  that  he  can  feel  nails  pricking  into  his  skin.  ❝Cute  of  you,  to  give  orders.❞  Still,  he  holds  on  steady  !  One  hand  pressed  against  her  side,  the  other,  plucking  a  single  apple  from  the  nearest  tree.  Fruit  crunches  underneath  his  teeth  as  he  takes  a  bite.  Taking  a  moment  to  ignore  her  out  of  spite.

Body  turns,  spins  her  'round  until  it  is  she  who's  facing  the  apples  rather  than  him.  Go  on,   pick  them  then  !  ❝Aren't  you  a  bossy  thing.  Making  me  do  things.❞  Not  even  the  devil  himself  could  grab  him  by  the  ear  and  drag  him  into  a  direction  he  did  not  want  to  go  in.  ❝I'll  kick  in  every  pumpkin  in  the  patch,  love,  if  you  even  dare   suggest   it.  ❞

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♡ (   𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 ' accepting   ) 💐 cody ／ @@inheritantroyalty

she's no stranger to pulling strings with daddys money and name dropping particulars to find herself backstage at events, came naturally with her bubblegum smile and angel eyes. arms looped around his neck came even more naturally, platform heels carried by the blonde dream who's back she'd found herself LATCHED onto.

❛ i know what you're going to say ❜ huffed words, strand of caramel blown upwards with the rush of air, ❛ but practical shoes aren't cute shoes ❜ and she'd never worn a practical outfit in her life.

[ RIDE ]   for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up.

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it's a welcome escape. even just for a few hours the heirs and graces of the life she's found herself thrown into dissipate into something NORMAL. there's no talk of organisations, rivals, MONEY, it's just them and the crisp autumn air threatening to raise a chill in the sundress she's suddenly clutching onto as feet leave the ground.

girly squeal, angelic for a moment, one hand still holding dress material while the other clung to whatever part of his upper body she could grab onto - not that he'd drop her, featherlight in one arm. ❛ do NOT drop me! ❜

she knows she isn't going anywhere, firm grasp upon strong shoulders and yet body stilled, doing her best to balance through the subconscious fear of a sudden meeting with the grass. ❛ this is supposed to be CUTE, stop rushing or i'll make you pick pumpkins too. ❜

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It  is  easier  to  pretend to  be  disinterested  in  the  activity at  hand  than  it  is  to  allow  himself  to  be  having  a  good  time.  Heels  dig  into  the  grass  growing  between  the  trees      ⎯⎯⎯  steady  him  as  woman  is  lifted  from  the  ground  and  placed  on  top  of  his  shoulder.  Not gracefully, either. He couldn't care less if she was hanging there like a sheep brought to slaughter by a greedy farmer. ❝Hurry  up  -❞ words  are  barked,  even  when  the  slightest  hint  of  delight  clings  to them all  the  same.  ❝-  I  don't  have  all  day  to  hoist  you  around  like  a  sack  of  grain.❞ He does, though.

❝Actually,  a  sack  of  grain  wiggles  less  !  Grab  some  apples  so  I  can  put  you  down.❞

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⸻   ✧    HITCRITICAL      a   chance   that   a   successful   attack   will   deal   more   damage   than   a   normal   blow.     INDIE.    SELECTIVE.    MUTUALS    ONLY.     multimuse   blog   for   characters   set   within   the   wrestling   universe.   As   pinned   by   Mani.  kayfabe   based   and   compliant   but   with   multiple   verses   and   aus   for   your   enjoyment. 

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i made cowboy caviar for dinner wowzers thank u tiktok