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✉️ - your choice

✉️  ─  send each other a christmas card

prior to their current non-speaking fucked up situation, adam planned to get kinny a christmas gift, in fact he was saving up for it for a while. he intended on purchasing a tiffany promise ring, one that would come engraved with their initials together. his promise to never leave her side- both as her guard, but also as her lover. despite not being able to talk to her, in months, the love he held for her still made his heart beat hard for her in his chest. the minute he heard her name on the coms, his heart skipped a beat and his eyes instantly searched for her. he wanted to jump anytime there was mention of a threat, the rest of the security team trying to calm him down, reminding him that she wasn't his job anymore, but they were wrong. kinney was never a job, he'd be a fool to ever say she was. the minute he locked eyes with hers, his world was turned upside down by the woman in tulle, he was hers the minute they were introduced. it was why he raged every time she went on a date, why he searched for her in a crowd when she wasn't his to search for anyway.

instead of the gift, which was locked away in his drawers somewhere, he slipped a letter underneath her door, that read:

kinsley,

i never got the chance to thank you. to thank you for being that bright light in my life, for making me a different man. for saving me -- because in many ways you did. you got me out of my head and into the present. my life was very gray before i met you, ms. barlow and now it's filled with a multitude of colors that i have never seen before or even dreamed of. my heart has never ached for someone as it aches for you. not seeing you, not speaking to you, not being able to touch you --- i remain a fool in love and my heart rests in your hands.

merry christmas, sweetheart.

yours,

Adam

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🎄 ─ decorate a christmas tree together ( cait, lily and jeremy)

three people decorating a christmas tree was truly something special, why? because all three of them had the attention span of a goldfish, according to lily that is. she would one hundred percent tell you that just as she was lost in her thoughts half the time, so were the other two with her and she couldn't blame them. their relationship wasn't easy. no, in fact, she didn't know of anyone who would be in a relationship with four other people. a throuple? okay, she understood that, but four other people? people with entirely different personalities and views on shit? yeah, some crazy shit like that would only be possible if the five of them were involved. it was true that sometimes they wanted to strangle one another but they would also put their lives on the line for each other. they were, for lack of better words, were the most unhealthy, healthiest relationship. she loved it and she loved the idiots with every single fiber of her being. it was why she was here, helping the other two put up stupid decorations on the christmas tree that they spent five hours looking for and then a whole hour cutting down because "the tree is going to fall on us if you cut it that way jeremy!!" god forgive her for caring about her life and caits, but regardless of that, for once did their lives seem at peace, no drama, no tip toeing around meredith and jeremy, cait not trying to burn the house down while loren is in it, and she wasn't drinking herself stupid while trying to keep up with lorens drinking -- for once. it was nice. it was perfect. it was welcomed. 

"you guys should have put on those nice little mrs. clause outfits and made this day of abuse a whole lot better," jeremy chimed in, tangled in christmas lights. "how about i choke you with those lights?" lily replied, rolling her eyes, the smallest of smirks at the edge of her lips. "can you focus on the lights before cait decides she wants to add another fucking decoration on this tree? for someone soooo edgy, she's a sucker for christmas." the redhead turned to look at her girlfriend before placing a kiss on her cheek, there was nothing like a cait who lets herself get lost in the spirit of christmas. "'tis the damn season, babe." an audible groan reached her ears, jeremy throwing his head back.  the girls played taylor swift a serious amount of times around the apartment that jeremy has given the albums his own nicknames. country girl teenage taylor, bad bitch taylor, sad autumn girl taylor, red scarf taylor. “i can’t listen to sad autumn girl taylor one more time, guys.” lily rolled her eyes, “jesus fucking christ, jer, not everything is about taylor swift, you fangirl.” lies. everything was about taylor swift, and one hundred percent was that reference about her but lily wasn’t going to let jeremy bearemy know that.

deciding it was time for a break, lily took a seat on the couch. she watched as her boyfriend and her girlfriend continued to decorate their christmas tree, a content smile on her lips.  “don’t forget to leave the angel ballerina for meredith to put up on the tree,” she said, taking a sip from the wine they had earlier set out. truthfully, it was a ballerina, cait and jeremy just decided to add wings on it to resemble their angel..meredith. jeremy would one hundred percent deny he had any part on it -- unless mere wasn’t mad at him, then he would one hundred percent tell her that it was his idea and the girls found the glue. 

as the other two joined her on the couch, lily rested her head on cait’s shoulder, as jeremy laid his head on her lap, her hands immediately running through his hair. “ wait --- isn’t meredith jewish?” jeremy questioned, a laugh falling from the girls lips.

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME !     ›    ( a symbol meme for muses who want to do something special and fun together this christmas / holiday season. )

send a symbol for our muses to:

🌲  ─  visit a tree farm to pick the perfect christmas tree 🎄  ─  decorate a christmas tree together 💋  ─  be caught standing under the mistletoe 🍽  ─  prepare the christmas dinner together 🍪  ─  bake & decorate christmas/holiday-themed sugar cookies ☕️   ─  drink something warm and/or festive ( either at home, at a coffeeshop, christmas market, etc… ) 🏠  ─  decorate a gingerbread house together 🎬  ─  watch a christmas movie 🎭  ─  see a christmas musical/play at the theater 🔥  ─  have an indoor picnic by the fireplace and/or christmas tree 🌟  ─  drive around the city to see the christmas lights ✉️  ─  send each other a christmas card 🎅🏻  ─  be each other’s secret santa 🎁  ─  exchange & open chistmas presents 🛍   ─  go christmas shopping together 👕   ─  go out wearing matching christmas sweaters  🎉   ─  attend a holiday party together 📷   ─  have a holiday photoshoot 🎶   ─  go christmas caroling  💃   ─  dance around the living room to christmas songs 💖   ─  volunteer together at a local charity  ✈️   ─  go on a christmas getaway ✏️   ─  create their own christmas/holiday tradition 😈  ─  decide who has been the naughtiest and the nicest and give each other rewards & consequences accordingly  ( can be funny/platonic or sexy/nsfɯ, depending on muses’ relationship ) 🃏   ─  wildcard !  choose your own activity !

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#sunshine and storm cloud

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DAVID CORENSWET The New York Times | 2020

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when it doesn’t take much to look good because you’re jessica alexander

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nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action. 

ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex  21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience  23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease  26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex  33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

WORDS:  “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.”  “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.”  “i want you to touch yourself for me.”  “let me hear you, baby.”  “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.”  “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”  “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.”  “make me.” “be quiet.”  “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?” 

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“yo, ford!” the man shouted as he walked down the hallway corridor, “mrs. ford?” he continued, no answer coming from anywhere within the house. granted he had let himself in and hadn’t informed anyone of his arrival, but where was the fun in that? surprises were great. the man stepped towards the backyard, unafraid of being caught anywhere in the grounds. anyone who saw him would have gathered he was a relative of the fords. he was tall, blonde, blue-green eyes, granted entirely better looking than the rest but they would have caught on, as it seemed the gardeners did. “mr. and mrs. ford aren’t here. they took the kids out for breakfast and should be back soon.” ah, yes. little petunia and david, at least that’s what he thought the most recent christmas card said.  the man nodded in response, turning to head back inside. “great. i’ll wait for them by the liquor.”  the gardener raised an eyebrow, unsure if he should have let this man just wander around the ford mansion, but he shrugged, nonetheless. as far as he knew, it wasn’t his business and let the man head back inside. “that’s connor ford, jason’s cousin. he was on E! news last week with his penis out on a yacht.” connor heard as one spoke to the other, their voices making harder to hear the further he head inside, but smirking as he realized news had in fact made it this far. entering the living room, he served himself a nice glass of whiskey before taking a seat down on the couch. great. step one. done. manage to make it to his cousin. now he just had to figure out how to get jason to give him a small loan. the smallest of loans. hopefully, he was big on family. dom toretto style. 

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ambobdavis: you wouldn’t have stretched it out if you didn’t try to fit your new tits inside a size small sweater. size matters for all things alexandra. now my sweater just sags at the top. thanks.

ambobdavis: alexandra got new tits to distract people from the nonsense she posts. #yougoglencoco

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ambobdavis: alexandra got new tits to distract people from the nonsense she posts. #yougoglencoco

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angsty/soft starters

﹡ ❝ i’m not going. not now, not ever﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i will end whoever hurt you. no one hurts my baby. ❞ ﹡ ❝ can you just stay please﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ you’re still my person, even if i’m no longer yours. ❞ ﹡ ❝ i would risk everything for you, without a doubt﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i know you hate me, but i will always love you. no matter what. ❞ ﹡ ❝ i may not be your first love, but i want to be your last. however long it will take﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ do you think we should just..end this﹖ us﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i know we weren’t perfect, but you know i still love you right﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ your smile, it will be what i want to see when i die. then i can die happy﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ guess who made it into the cheer squad ﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i would lie for you. i would do anything for you. ❞ ﹡ ❝ if i kissed you, i don’t think i’d be able to stop. never﹗ ❞

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adam ward was tough, he was focused, distractions weren’t necessary. distractions caused problems, and problems in his line of work? they weren’t needed nor necessary.  for as long as he could remember, it had always been him and his brother and he planned to keep it that way. never letting anyone close, building up wall after wall after wall. everyone -- either the rest of his team or their clients - he worked with thought he was cold and frigid, and he wanted to keep it that way. there was no time for friendship, for bonding, for emotional attraction, not when he was  responsible for their life, but it was nearly impossible to not love this family.  the more he grew to know them, the more he appreciated being around them, and the moment they told him he was being taken out of kinney’s security and transferred to her cousins, he thought there might have been some appreciation for him too -- that or they didn’t want to kick him out on the street. he’d live, really. he’d figure it out. 

in a way that only adam could conjure up in his mind of minds, he thought this was deserved, knew he failed them. they trusted him, the barlow’s trusted him with their daughter and yet, he had gone and broken one of his most sacred rules. do not fuck kinsley barlow.  there were other rules, like do not think about her long legs wrapped around your waist, don’t think about her writhing underneath you on top of the kitchen counter -- those were all broken the minute she opened her mouth. he fucked her...thoroughly. several times. and he fell in love her. falling in love that? that was the first thing he did. it was hard not to fall in love with her. how couldn’t he? the more he watched her, got to know her, it was evident that kinsley barlow wasn’t just beautiful, she was brilliant. she had a heart of gold. she made everyone feel heard and seen, cared for, loved. he should have known he’d be fucked the minute he was on her duty. 

adam wanted to talk to her, apologize for fucking this up, for crossing a line he never should have. he wanted to get to her but he couldn’t. he was with her cousin watching him play videogames for the last two hours, every now and then he would join in. he loved the runt, he did, but he really needed to talk to her. pulling out his phone, adam debated whether or not to text her, call her? he should have gotten to her before her parents, they could have discussed how they were going to deal with this and while he thought, and processed, and tried to figure something, he couldn’t. there was no other way, nothing else to think about. he had to let her go. he had to let the best fucking thing in his life go, and he had to come to terms with it. he’d only see her in passing, at events. i have to let her go. she hadn’t said anything to him either. maybe, to her, they were just friends. with benefits. i have to let her go. maybe she had already let him go.  

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“are you actually dating our client, ward?” the question not being one he was expecting, and one that got him by surprise. that was evident by the look on his face. “what?” an eyebrow raised, incredulousness in his tone, it was almost credible, except it was not to ex military, they could see right through his bullshit. “i knew this would be fucked up. did you just want to fuck america’s princess? what the fuck, ward? is it out of your system now? are you done?” there was  buzzing in his ears now, his hands turning into fists on his thighs as the other spoke. “no, that’s-” he tried to get a word in but  the other man spoke over him, “end that shit now before it gets to her father’s ears and has me fire you.” end that shit now. end that shit now. “i.. i love her. i -” he couldn’t, he couldn’t possibly end it with her, not now.  “you love her? you think she’d want you? she has her choice of men, ward. for fucks sake. she’s not going to want a bodyguard.” the words ripped through him because he was well aware that the man was right. this, whatever they were doing had a time limit, an expiration date. adam practically drilled it into his head everyday. there would come a time where she was ready to date someone, actually date someone, and they would sweep her off her feet -- but he didn’t think it’d be that soon. he didn’t think it’d be now. he thought they had more time with their ruse. “okay,” he finally brought himself to say, “okay,” he repeated, almost as if though he was convincing himself. “it’ll be over. i’ll end it. just --” his mind raced with thoughts, you love her, you love her, you love her. why? because she deserves better. because you’re just a bodyguard. “ just let me me talk to her.” 

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Ester Expósito

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‘ I didn’t know who else to call… ’ (any pairing of your choice)

matters overseas were not as great as affonso wanted them to be, they weren't as far into their advancement in the new world as the english and the spanish, and quite frankly, he was focusing on the southern part of the america's, much like the portuguese. he knew he needed to write to them soon, to talk about a line they could create within the most southern region of brazil, and toward what they now called the amazonian lands but what if they said no? war for land? they were already fighting a civil war within their own lands, the wars against merchants, the one's the merchants raised with the pope. this was another war that italy did not need and one he did not want. quite frankly, he wasn't as intrigued on the america's as his neighbors, but the wealth that it would bring to his country, to his people? he paused for a minute, sitting in a chair in his office chambers. he could have called his advisors, but there was no one he trusted more than his own family. did he call dante for advise? tiziana? merritt? they were the one's he often turned to, trusted, but dante was away at rome, tiziana was useless, and merritt, the dowager queen, their situation wasn't as great as it once had been.

it wasn't as if he was alone -- no, he had his queen. sidonie, and while the tension in their relationship had calmed, it's not as if anything had changed between them. he was still harsh. angry at her inability to bring an heir, angry at himself and his cock for what if something was wrong with him? no, not possible. it was her. still, regardless of their current situation, he needed to talk to someone and she, she was his family, and far more than family, his queen. affonso stood up from his chair, directing the servant that stood outside his door to call for sidonie before going back to his desk. he stared at the maps, the drawings that were scattered all over his desk, the letters from his advisors that perhaps, it was best to start navigating the new world now and yet, he saw no worth. what was there that italy did not have? they had art, they had treasure, they had years of gold and history of their own. no, italy did not take things, they were given them. gifted them.

"m'lord, queen sidonie is waiting in the hall." affonso nodded for sidonie to be allowed in, his eyes still on the papers on his desk until he could feel her closer. "non sapevo chi altro chiamare," he said, turning to face her. every time he saw her, it was as if his heart skipped a beat and he had to catch his breath. it was becoming far more difficult to be cold towards her, far more difficult to act as if though she was undesirable, when she was, she was. she was as beautiful, as she was brilliant. yet, his love for merritt blinded him, harshened him, kept her at an arms length. the man breathed, pulling a chair out for her to sit as he walked towards the opposite side of the table. “sidonie, i apologize for calling for you so late,” he started, “i just- i’ve been looking at these papers, these maps, the letters and i..i do not see a reason.”  the man pushed the papers towards her, focused on her face, her expressions.   “tu? italy.. in the new world? could you see a reason?”