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how  adept  he  is  at  cutting  immediately  to  the  heart  of  the  situation.  never  let  it  be  said  that  his  prowess  with  a  scalpel  is  anywhere  near  as  sharp  as  his  conversational  aptitude.  and  for  a  moment,  she  falters,  because  despite  knowing  this  about  him,  it  still  manages  to  surprise  her.  he  keeps  to  himself  so  often,  especially  in  a  public  setting,  that  it's  easy  to  let  it  creep  up  on  her  that  when  he  is  comfortable,  he  is  annoyingly  adroit  at  turning  the  conversation  whichever  way  he  wants.

she  fusses  with  the  tea  kettle  for  a  little  longer,  though  she  cannot  physically  stall  when  the  tea  threatens  to  boil  over,  and  she  pours  for  the  both  of  them  before  joining  him  at  the  table.  there  wasn't  enough  time  to  ponder  on  her  response,  not  when  she'd  been  worrying so much  over  the  tea,  so  she  stalls  a  little  longer.  ‘  did  i  not  answer  ye?  ’  but  she  knows  what  he's  getting  at.  are  either  of  them  really  well?  physically,  yes,  but  not  emotionally,  where  it  really  counts.   ‘  ...are  you  well,  dwight?  ’

he matches her knowing look. it is pretense, of course, all this pleasantry. though her husband might have been his confidant first, over the years, she has grown as much into affections as he. and in some ways, he wonders if there are not things they may perhaps find easier to say to one another than to their respective spouses... but he carries on the charade a little longer, offering a shrug in response. " you and ross are some of the only patients who have ever managed to offer me a fee, " he teases. " should i not then complain a little? after all, i've a bit of roof that needs mending... "

" hmmm - with no cake, i suppose the company will have to suffice, " he adds lightly. the tone in her voice does not escape him, but in truth he was in no mind to refuse any invitation she might offer. he sits down at the table, watching quietly a moment as she moves deftly about the kitchen. after some comfortable silence has stretched between them, he ventures something more. " you've assured me that you've no need of my professional skills, but... that does not entirely answer the question. "

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i still exist, i promise, but i've gotten to that point in the year where gaming is my hyperfixation.

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he  very  much  has  not  had  his  fill  of  her,  but  it's  still  early,  and  the  children  are  now  past  the  point  where  they're  waking  up  at  an  ungodly  hour.  francesca,  for  example,  is  three  now  and  knows  better  than  to  come  wandering  into  their  bedroom.  and  the  rest  of  the  children  are  usually  happy  to  entertain  themselves  or  each  other  until  their  parents  show  some  sign  of  stirring.  so  essentially,  they  have  as  much  time  as  they  could  want  to  explore  whatever  desires  that  they  may  have  for  each  other  in  this  moment.  ‘  a  dream,  you  say?  ’  here,  his  gaze  turns  somewhat  mischevious,  as  his  arms  tighten  a  little  around  her,  holding  her  in  his  embrace.  ‘  and  what,  pray  tell,  would  happen  now  in  your  dreams?  ’  there  is  a  clear  intonation  to  his  words  that  gives  an  insight  into  what  he  may  have  in  mind,  but  his  wife's  wants  and  needs  have  always  come  first.  it  doesn't  matter  what  he  wants  because  if  violet's  needs  have  been  unmet,  then  he  won't  rest  until  they  have.  such  is  the  devotion  to  his  wife,  the  love  of  his  life,  the  mother  of  his  children.

my sweet violet. more tender words have never touched her ears, though a pinkness does tinge the skin along with them. never must she doubt the validity of edmund's admiration for her, because he had never been so much as frightened or ashamed to proclaim his love at any given chance. even when they were younger, even at the start. despite knowing there was more than just their love in the world, violet couldn't imagine anyone loving someone more than she loved him. nothing compared to the swell of her heart in her chest whenever he spoke, or grabbed her hand, or kissed her, much as he did now. in the sunlight that seeped in through the curtains, warmth touched the loving couple within their bed, violet smiling gently against edmund's lips, pulling away only when they had both gotten their fill. 'no, i suppose you cannot be blamed. nor would i ever deny you of anything. not in this life, nor any other we may find each other in,' soft eyes explore his own. she never wants to leave this bed, his arms, his side. soon, the children would rise and the chaos of the day would begin, but for now, violet focuses on the man lying nearly beneath her. 'it is a wonder - to wake from a dream, only to find myself in another,'

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even  though  she's  alleviated  of  any actual  wrongdoing  by  callisto,  she  still  can't  help  feeling  a  little  silly about her mistake.  but  she'll  get  over  it.  there  are  more  important  things  to  worry  about right now  than  her  own  humility.

‘  he's  not,  like...  he  keeps  texting  her,  and  then  she'll  block  his  number  but  he'll  just  get  like,  a  burner  phone  and  text  her  from  that  instead.  ’   she  finds  herself  getting  angry  as  she  talks  about  it,  and  it's  rare  that  she  lets  this  feeling  bubble  up  inside  of  her,  but  this  is  one  of  her  best  friends  that  she's  talking  about.  ‘  he  doesn't  ever  show  up  at  her  place  but  it's  every  single  day,  and  she  just  wants  it  to  stop.  she  can't  even  change  her  number  because  she  uses  her  phone  for  her  work.  and  the  cops  won't  do  anything  about  it  because  he's  just  texting  her,  even  though  it's  harassment,  and  —  ’  she  pause,  takes  a  breath,  and  slightly  embarrassed  smile  spreads  across  her  lips.   ‘  ...sorry,  that  was  a whole  lot, but  it  just...  it  pisses  me  off,  y'know? that she has to go through that.  ’

Callisto's smile twists wider in amusement. "Nothing to be sorry for, it's an easy mistake." She can't say she hates the way colour rises in the other woman's cheeks, however.

The request offered is relatively commonplace - something that Callisto has definitely handled before. "I can definitely do that. You'd be surprised how often I'm asked that kind of thing." Or maybe not, given, well, Men. Callisto pulls out the ledger she keeps under the counter, opening it to a new page so she can take notes. She's not sure if the other really expected a yes, but given the kind of shop she's come to, she must have expected something. "So, tell me more about this guy. Is he just lingering? Harassing? Do we want it to hurt?"

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄, pt. 1.   (  a collection of various  dialogue + action prompts centered around muses exploring kinks.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with these prompts if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts to portray non-consensual scenarios.  )

-> bondage.

are these too tight ?

you look so good like this, all splayed out for me.

hands off, or i'll have to tie them down.

feel that ? every knot tightens when you squirm.

can we try the cuffs tonight ?

tell me where you want my mouth, since your hands can't reach.

don't worry, i'm going to take my time with you.

hold out your wrists.

[ BOUND ] sender finishes tying receiver's second hand to the bedframe. [ TIE ] sender creates makeshift hand restraints for receiver out of clothes / etc. [ STRUGGLE ] sender thrashes against their restraints in throes of pleasure. [ REPRIEVE ] sender unties receiver during sex so they can finally touch them.

-> predator / prey.

i'll give you a head start.

clever hiding spot ... pity i know every inch of these woods.

fear tastes sweeter than surrender.

[ naaame ], where aree youuu ?

your whimpers sound more honest than your words.

chase me, catch me, then see what i do.

your scent gives you away. heat and salt and want.

please, as if you could outrun me.

you can't hide forever, [ name ].

you look pretty enough to eat.

[ CHASE ] sender chases receiver through the woods. [ HIDE & SEEK ] sender has hidden, receiver is hunting them down. [ BITE ] sender digs their teeth into the hollow of receiver's neck. [ CAPTURED ] after catching them, sender straddles receiver on the ground.

-> voyeurism.

don't tell me, show me.

sit there and don't move. just watch.

keep your eyes on the mirror ... watch yourself come undone for me.

show me how you touch yourself when you're alone.

see how stunning you look like this ?

you don't get to touch me yet.

louder. i want them to hear you.

[ WATCH ] sender disallows receiver from touching them, they can only watch. [ DISPLAY ] sender touches themselves knowing receiver is watching. [ WITNESS ] sender and receiver have sex knowing a third party is watching. [ SURPRISE ] sender gets nudes from receiver while at an event together.

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he won't make eye contact. that should be the first clue that something is wrong. if there's one thing that tim is a huge proponent of, it's maintained eye contact with the people that he loves and cares about. ‘ if we both stick to the story, they can't prove anything. ’ the resigned note in his voice should be more than clear for hawk to hear. he sounds tired, well past the point of being angry at their circumstances. in fact, he looks like he'd rather be anywhere else than in this room. // @kcntsugi

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he'd only called dany half an hour ago, and he'd told her it wasn't an emergency, so she'd turned up pretty quickly all things considered. ‘ thanks for agreeing to help. my son is in a difficult position. ’ he gestures towards the pile of fluff that is duke, who lays on the floor whining at the lack of attention he's getting. the alsatian locks eyes with dany in a rather calculated move and lets out a particularly loud whine. // @draconisa

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he doesn't even bother to look up when she enters his office. donna had already given him the head's up that dany was power-walking her way in and the urgent way that the door had been pushed open only confirms his suspicions that she wants something from him. ‘ whatever you're going to ask, the answer's 'no'. ’ his pen continues to scratch its way across the document he's auditing, not once pausing. // @draconisa

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his  lips  find  hers  and  every  faux  complaint  that  she  has  melts  away  immediately,  disappearing  to  leave  room  in  her  head  for  thoughts  of  him  and  nothing  else.  how  could  she  worry  about  what  other  people  are  doing  when  her  husband  is  here  with  her,  finally  alone,  and  so  keen  to  spend  his  time  in  her  company?  she  would  be  a  fool  not  to  take  him  up  on  it,  especially  when  she finds herself aching  for  him  as  much as she is.

‘  this  is  a  dangerous  game  that  you  play,  husband...  ’  she  says,  echoing  his  inner  thoughts,  and  she'd  be  lying  if  she  said  that  she  didn't  enjoy  knowing  that  he  can't  physically  keep  himself  away  from  her.  and  maybe,  just  maybe,  there's  a  part  of  her  that's  secretly  thrilled  at  the  idea  of  getting  caught...

her  fingers  catch  on  the  top  button  of  his  waistcoat  and  without  making  too  big  of  a  deal  out  of  it,  she  pops  it  gently  through  the  button  hole.  ‘  are  you  sure  you  would  not  prefer  to  take  this  somewhere  more... private?  ’  although  her  actions  don't quite  match  her  words  as  her  fingers  deftly  move  down  to  the  next  button, popping it open with the same intention.

Despite himself, despite every instinct in his body urging him to the contrary, he has become the sort of man who hosts, and he thinks that there are very few things that he has less patience for. It's only by the grace of, not God, but Kathani Sharma that he is able to keep his head. She does far more than he can begin to dream of to keep the family, well, hosted. And to take charge of the Bridgertons, no less, makes her nothing short of a miracle worker.

Which is all to say that he, at this point, after a week that was exhausting for him and must certainly have been nearly torturous for her, doesn't give a damn about whether any of his family remains on the grounds. It's a dangerous game to play when his family is involved, but he doesn't think he can bring himself to care. Holding her against him is far too intoxicating. She is far too intoxicating. He can't possibly begin to say how he's made it this last week without being alone with her any longer than to sleep.

"Yes," he agrees, catching her lips with his for a blissful moment's kiss. "I am. Let them see. I no longer care."

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you  can  stay  a  little  longer.  hm?

he  wonders  whether  she  knows  the  true  extent  of  the  power  that  she  still  holds  over  him,  that  he  will  give  her  anything  that  she  wants  if  he  has  the  capacity  to  do  so.  she  is,  and  always  will  be,  the  only  woman  who  has  ever  managed  to  get  down  to  the  core  of  who  he  is,  to  truly  understand  him  so  deeply  in  a  way  that  he'd  always  desired  but  had  always  been  so  reluctant  to  allow  himself. it's just a shame that it had taken him so long to let her in when she'd deserved it more than anyone else.

he  catches  her  lips  with  his  own,  a  slow  and  languid  kiss,  as  his  hand  tightens  just  a  little  at  her  hip,  palm  slotting  against  the  bone  as  his  thumb  settles  into  the  dent  in  her  skin  there.  it's  possessive,  and  he  uses  it  to  drag  her  a  little  closer  to  him,  to  feel  the  press  of  her  skin  against  his  a  little  more  insistently.

for  now,  he  has  no  intentions with her  but  this.  and  though  he  desires  her  carnally  —  because  he  always  will, there's no doubt about that  —  there  is  no rush.  no-one  is  expecting  them  to  be  anywhere  on  this  early  sunday  morning  when  the  kids  are away  with  henry  and  megan  is  on  a  set  somewhere.  they  have  the  luxury  of  taking  the  time  with  each  other,  something  that  they  never  really  did  in  the  later  years  of  their  marriage.

‘  for  as  long  as  you  want  me,  birdy,  ’   he  tells  her,  and  again,  he  means  it. perhaps this one even more.

Perhaps he was right. How long since the last time they’d been truly on the same side? Yet that was the paradox of Don: Betty knew him so much better since the illusion of knowing him had been broken. He was less of a stranger today. From a distance – the way he could bear to be known. She longed to be close, yet it made more sense to love him like this. In the shadows. Something about this felt more real without the weight of a marriage, without the feeling that his affections were a reward after waiting and waiting and waiting so long for him to come home and want her– And yes, the adventure of it. A part of her had come to understand the thrill of it too. The tingling delight of knowing that he chose her - that he still desired her in that way, even with his pretty and much younger would-be-actress wife. She’d wanted him to know that her body was beautiful again. She wanted him to carry that knowledge with him–that she was still a woman, still enticing enough to tempt him into bed. Beyond the conveniences that now were up to another woman to offer him, which Betty herself now offered to another man. But that mattered a little less when he caressed her hip, or when she drew circles over his chest with her fingertips, enjoying the sheer sense of familiarity in the warmth of his skin. It was through the longing in his affectionate touches that he displayed his truer self. As if he was reaching for something there. Like home, or belonging. “Still”, said Betty, looking up at him with one of her typical, sweet smiles, lashes fluttering in her ever-so-girlish manners. “You can stay a little longer. Hm?”

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‘ i saw it as clearly as i'm seein' you standin' there now. ’ he's been staring at the open front door to the bar for a good five minutes now, almost incredulous as to what it was he'd actually seen. ‘ it was carryin' a slice of pizza, i swear. ’ he'd heard tales of the infamous new york city pizza rats, but up until now, he'd never actually seen one himself. // @omniterror

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which reminds me! i can't remember exactly whose blog i saw it on, so please yell at me if it was you so that i can thank you for such a brilliant idea, but i saw that someone had a wheel spinner on their pinned to pick muses so i added one of those to my pinned in case you're feeling a little stuck on who to write with!

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send in a "∞ + a number between 1-30" & i'll write something a starter based on that song in my "on repeat" playlist.

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so, we think my grandad might be about to die, which means i'm either going to be here all of the time as a distraction, or not at all. i don't know. i'm kind of in limbo. i've never lost a close family member before so i don't really know how to process it all.