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grimmanor​:

“it’s only a terrible deal if you think you’re going to do that bad of a job.“ sheriff cooper shrugs slightly like he’s making the most sense in the world right now. “you want to get out without this being on any record and you not having to spend the night, right?” his brows rise together before he looks around the station. all of the other deputies are out patrolling the streets and handling business their own way. then he turns back to rosalina. “either shut your pretty mouth up and suck it up, or put your money where your mouth is and take the risk.”

teeth grit, frustration on her face as she glances from him to the other criminals in the cell before back to him. even with a good lawyer, she’s probably screwed with the footage they got of her. this is rosie only chance to get out with a clean record - not to mention clean other things given the way the other prisoners are staring at her. “fine. i’ll do it,” she finally grits out, words accompanied by a small huff. “now get me out of here and we can do what we need to do.”

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grimmanor​:

there’s so many people in the house that can catch them and make this blow up in their face. her best friend, his daughter. his wife. the other girls sleeping over. yet that only makes him ram into evelyn even harder. “i always knew you were the dirty one.” he grunts while fucking her from behind. janus rams his hips further down when he starts to hear his balls slap against her body. he picks up his pace and makes sure to hold her head high up. “fuck, i bet you want me to breed you. don’t you, you little whore?” 

eve knows it’s a horrific idea to be doing what they’re doing. it doesn’t stop her anymore than it stops him, needy sounds slipping from her every time he bottoms out in the tight wetness of her cunt. “why didn’t you fuck me sooner then? i’ve been waiting,” eve taunts breathlessly and it’s true. he’s often been the focus of late night fantasies, fingers buried in her pussy no substitute for the real thing now that she has it. “i do, please - fuck. please breed me. fuck me full and breed my tight pussy.”

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skullboned​:

           “when i was a kid, i always leaned more toward ian malcolm, but i think it’s because i just loved his complete lack of concern. i was pretty anxious, and the blaze attitude and slick fashion was very desirable for me.” as per, it seemed that jules was actively rambling too much unimportant shit because he was overexcited and practically about to quiver out of his bones. athena is too cute, far out of julian’s league but for some reason, she likes him, too, and he would do anything in his power to keep from messing this up. which apparently meant rambling or staring dreamily at her pretty face. “definitely. or, trying to dig up some fossils in the backyard or the sandbox and just getting coated in it.” which was something that julian did, thank you very much, it just happened to be by himself. “eyes and tummies are a safe bet, but i’d trust you more with that. before vet school, i fainted at the sight of blood.” 

"see, that’s smart. he was always super cool and who doesn’t love some jeff goldblum? i will say, you seem to have gotten the slick fashion down,” she teases a little, words paired with a giggle as she gestures to medical scrubs that match her own. her own style outside of work is optimistically described as goofy, all bright colors and fun patterns, so she knows she’s nowhere near slick or cool. then again, her ongoing rambling isn’t exactly making a strong argument for coolness either. “did you ever find any? i found a cool rock one time when i was a kid that i swore up and down was a fossil. i guess nobody had the heart to tell me the truth.” another giggle and a shake of her head. “don’t worry, i can be the tough one. no idea how you made it through vet school though. i’ve got a pretty tough tummy and there were definitely a few classes that got me.”

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ofdepravities​:

it wasn’t hard to tell that wyatt wasn’t taking this as seriously, simply winning at something they’d supposedly already settled. maybe he was a bit of a sore winner, but they’d always given each other a hard time. “it wasn’t a deal, i mean - i wouldn’t have made any deal if i had realized she was just as interested in me, it happens, ok?” there was a shrug of nonchalance, trying to defuse all while poking at his friend. “fuck me?” and before wyatt even had the chance to finish his thought, he felt the sting of bayou’s fist colliding with his face before he found himself stumbling back. a groan left him, allowing a few long seconds to pass before a narrowed gaze was on his long-time friend. “fuck you, dude! over a fucking girl?” wyatt was snapping, dismissing the throbbing in his cheek as the adrenaline began to kick in. there was a grunt the moment his body was slamming into bayou to knock the other male into the ground before he found himself on top and his own fist coming down hitting bayou square in the jaw. there wasn’t a single other time wyatt could recall them getting this angry, but as his free hand curled around the collar of his friends’ shirt while his other fist rose to prepare for another hit only to find himself hesitating. “do you really think beating the shit out of each other is going to be productive?” words half-shouted while quickly spit out, head shaking swiftly. “i don’t have to do it again - but if you’re going to continue to be fucking crazy like that…” warning the other with widened eyes, hoping some sort of voice of reason could prevent them from destroying their friendship just like that. 

"that’s fucking bullshit. you’re a cheat and it’s bullshit and you know it. you just wanted her to yourself and me out of the fucking way.” his tone is sharp and furious and there’s some part of him that’s stinging with hurt right down in the core of him, regret at not going for grace first and regret at allowing wyatt to treat him like this. “it’s like i’m not even your friend like i thought - i’m just some fucking dude in-between you and what you want.” bayou hits the ground hard and he’s still catching his breath when the fist hits his jaw hard, sending a shock of pain straight through his skull. “i think it’ll be productive in making me feel better about my best friend being a back stabbing douchebag,” he snaps before moving fast as he can, throwing a leg out and his body weight up to flip their positions so he’s on top, straddling the other man. “if anyone here is crazy, it’s you. i thought you weren’t some useless jackass. guess i was wrong.” 

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whiskeydipped​:

“i fear something is very wrong, your majesty” genevieve slowly approached the handsome king, folding her hands tightly in front of her. as much as she wanted to offer james everything he desired in the bedroom, the princess was terrified to say the words aloud. what if he rejected her? what if he was insulted and sent her away, forbidding her to ever return to his kingdom? what if he laughed right in her face? all these embarrassing options had her mind racing and her heart hammering away in her chest. “i fear that you have been cursed with an unloving wife. one who refuses to fulfill her rightful duties as your queen. while i have no way of lifting that curse, i can offer you something to ease your–troubles.” genevieve swallowed softly, cheeks flushing a bright hue of red. “me, your majesty. i’m offering myself.”

james listens with nervous curiosity, not sure what to expect from the younger woman’s insistence. clearly it’s no grand violent emergency but if something is wrong enough for her to approach him like this, he suspects he ought to listen. curiosity quickly turns to surprise when genevieve talks about his marriage ( to her sister no less ) with such distain. even if it’s truthful - which it most certainly is - it’s something entirely inappropriate for her to say and they both know it, but that’s nothing compared to what follows. “you’re offering yourself?” gaze flicks to the closed door behind her, tongue running across his lips for a brief moment before he pushes himself to standing with a sigh. is this some sort of trick? is she meant to test his loyalty to her sister? “and what precisely are you offering?” he knows, of course, but he wants to hear her say it out loud.

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skullboned​:

              “no great hardships, my queen. lack of social grace and general awkwardness are more burdens onto the other politicians than myself.” thoughts and social expectations came slower to faramir after the war of the ring, after the blow to his head and the arrows to his chest. it made him exceedingly grateful for the patience of eowyn and her kin, as well as those he had a duty to interact with. all he knows for certain at all times and even severe breaks of memory is his love for eowyn and boromir. those thoughts never stray from the forefront of his mind. “that is because you have the kindest heart of all. there is no brighter light in all of middle earth than that which emanates from your presence.” faramir pulls eowyn as close as physically possible, brushing their noses together for a brief moment before joining their lips. “how did your excursion go, my love?” 

raised in the court she may have been, but a shield maiden she is as well and perhaps not the most gentle between the pair of them when ire strikes. "better they bear your social graces than mine. i fear i lack the grace and patience you have to deal with the dunledings.” eowyn is unbothered by any damage or scars left behind on her beloved other than wishing they had not happened at all. there are few that emerged from the war of the ring unscathed. her own sword arm will never have the strength it had before ( when the cold strikes, her grip often fails entirely but it is a small price to pay for the death of the witch king and the avenging of her uncle.) and if, perhaps, she feels the weight of war on her bones, she will simply be glad to be alive to feel it. “i should hope none of the elves hear you speak as such. i suspect they might take offense.” a soft joke as she presses into close, enjoying the familiar warm taste of his lips. “it went well. aldburg is thriving and expanding and they have welcomed any refugees with open arms. they made a request of more arms and help training a guard of their own and i already spoke to eomer about providing both. altogether a success and i am glad for it.”

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skullboned​:

             “i have met many people in my long not-life, and i did tell a handful of the misfortune of my death. none of them offered to do what you have. most of them seemed to think it was funny, actually. i suppose that shows the true core of most so-called ghost hunters.” ghosts were not to be befriended, but were akin to a circus sideshow, entertainment. kai was the first person who actually seemed to be interested in vic as a person, not as a creature. vic didn’t really think about what happened to them anymore, it just…was a fact of life. or not-life. “it’s okay,” vic replied, tone neutral. it truly was not something that haunted (no pun intended) them anymore. “my own personal space heater,” vic murmured, suddenly curious as to whether or not kai’s lips were as warm as the rest of him. 

"lots of people suck and i’m sorry. i guess if someone doesn’t really see you as a person, they’ll just be shitty about it instead of caring. that sucks.” a brief pause and a small, certain nod, as if he’d made his mind up about something. “i’ll kick their asses too. i’ll stick around and anyone wants to be rude, i’ll fight them.” once again, not wildly likely but the passion and intention was there and that’s what really counts when it comes to kai and his general dumbassery. “i can be that for you.” his voice is softer now, arms still wrapped around the other as he pulls back just enough to look up at them. if his gaze lingers on their lips a little longer than it should and his own lips press together in a flustered thought, oh well. “do you...think it would warm you up more if i...i mean, if you want, it’s just an idea but i think...” fingers curl and uncurl against their colder shape and a small, nervous laugh rolls out of him. “i mean we could - i guess, you and...me...it’d be hot - i mean warm, warmer, you know, if we...kiss? do you...maybe wanna give it a shot?”

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open to m/f/nb plot: your muse is getting a little too familiar with danny under the table at dinner potential connections: significant other, step/family’s significant other, friend, ex, boss, coworker, step/relation, anything else! tab*o welcome!!

the dinner conversation isn’t particularly boring, but it also isn’t particularly exciting either. danny is half listening, piping up occasionally when the attention turns to him, but otherwise his attention is somewhere else - right up until the moment he feels a hand on his thigh, far too close to his core to be an accidental brush. eyes widen for a flash and attention turns to the person seated to his side, though he tries to keep his expression level and not draw attention towards them as he freezes. “what are you doing?” a quick whisper with an edge of flustered panic, jaw tight as he thanks god for the low lighting concealing his flush.

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open to m/f/nb plot: prim isn’t usually the type to rebel, but a friend peer pressured her into drinking - your muse just caught her in the act. feel free to play the friend AND the person that catches her or just the person catching her and we can have the friend leave. potential connections: step/relation, another friend, significant other, friend’s parent, roommate, parent’s friend, anything else! tab*o welcome!

the wine is bitter and not particularly pleasant on her tongue, but prim had stopped caring after she finished off the first bottle - low tolerance and no experience guaranteeing she was well drunk now into her second bottle. giggles fill the room and she feels on top of the world; partying and drinking and anything of that sort isn’t really something she ever does, but they’d begged so much she couldn’t help but give in. the wine drunk keeps her from noticing the door opening until it’s too late, eyes opening wide and bottle lowering from her lips as she spots them standing there.

“it’s not what it looks like, i swear!”

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open to m/f/nb plot: theo is a priest and your muse wants to f*ck him - go nuts from there! potential connections: church goer, fellow member of the clergy, childhood connection, step/relation, anything else! tab*o welcome!

it’s not unusual for someone to want to speak to him privately. sometimes confession isn’t enough, sometimes they just need more direct guidance. either way, theo is always happy to help and so he gives him a gentle smile as they settle down on the pew beside him. the church is empty, no one there besides the two of them, and there’s a delicate peace in the quiet. “what is it you wanted to talk to me about?”

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open to m/f/nb plot: based on this ( dubc*n/nonc*n warning ) potential connections: random stranger, stalker, step/relation, ex, tab*o welcome!! bonus points: turn it into a kidnapping plot! multiple muses are welcome too!

idle gaze slides across the snack selection, picking up a couple before putting them back a couple seconds later. nothing is really calling to her, so she eventually gives up and grabs a glass bottle of coca-cola ( why not be a little fancy to celebrate her first solo road trip? ) before heading up to the counter. thoughts are elsewhere as she pays, inquiring about the bathroom and finding out dismally that it’s located outside on the back end of the small store. josie trudges out there with a sigh, annoyance and distraction only increased when she realizes it doesn’t close behind her. whatever, she’ll just do her business quick and get on with the trip.

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the dress is held up against her body as she looks in the mirror, trying to judge the fit and exactly how much skin it will show. she’s naked otherwise, despite the other two in the room watching her, but that’s normal for them. their dynamic is well established, cora being the pair’s toy to use and abuse however they like - and she likes it just as well. “do you think it’s short enough?” finally her gaze pulls from the mirror to look over at them, curious and deferent.

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"thanks again for having me over.” the words come out as a giggle, tone tinted with exhaustion after an afternoon and evening of hanging out. it’s late, a bit past midnight last she checked the clock, and despite the fun she’s having, cora can barely keep her eyes open. “sorry for heading to bed so early but i’m sure we can still hang out in the morning.” she’s changed into her pajamas, a tank top and a pair of shorts that leave little to the imagination, and she’s heading towards bed, a little embarrassed to be the first one going to sleep.

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the dumbass urge to make starters,,,,,,,,can i resist?? tune in soon to find out

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after yesterday absolutely ENDED my ass, i’m here and queer for the next 2 days to try and catch up on replies

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atvrvxia​:

                             DESPITE HOW they came to be together, anton had fallen in love with her. she was his complete opposite in every way, yet she made him want to be a better man. she provided structure in his otherwise messy life and thoughts. he had hoped initially that she would grow to love him, and it was in moments like this, that he believed that maybe she did. “of course, my love,” he beamed. “i wanted this to be your own personal space… it was why i didn’t wish to put any of my personal touches until you explicitly told me,” he grinned. 

"while the thought is kind and much appreciated, i am telling you now that i would like your touch.” attention turns towards him, sweet despite her typically more duty focused demeanor. hands reach out to take his, smile tugging up on the edge of her lips. “whether this marriage was by choice or duty, i am lucky to have you as my husband. i am a very lucky woman.” ava means it with her whole heart; many women have much much worse arranged marriages and she is lucky to actually adore him, even when he frustrates her.

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skullboned​:

             not for the first time, clint is exceedingly thankful that he has never done anything of notoriety aside from his work with shield so he is not cast into the same light as natasha. he is also a man, so what little light has shone above him has never been as harsh as the one currently directed onto his partner akin to the burning flame of sauron’s massive stupid eye. she is entirely exposed, so, not unlike a feral cat, she has come home to the safest place available to her. no one would find her here; those who do know the relationship between them do not know where he lives. clint nods in understanding, THAT MEANS I AM TOO. he sighs before he settles on the bed beside natasha, quickly brightening due to her presence. YOU ALWAYS WILL HAVE A HOME HERE. I KNOW THE AVENGERS ARE…MESSY, BUT YOU AREN’T TOTALLY FUCKED. YET. GOD KNOWS TONY ATTEMPTS TO TANK THAT WHENEVER WE GET TOGEHER. 

"congrats.” fingers move along with her voice, an easy habit around clint. everything is easy around him, even if the rest of the world is hard and complicated and has her by the throat the moment she steps outside. that’s why she’s here, soft and trusting in a way almost no one else in the world ever sees her - in a way most people wouldn’t even believe the former assassin to be capable of. “i know. thank you.” nat would apologize for breaking into his apartment, but they both know she doesn’t mean it and he doesn’t need to lie anyway. she wouldn’t be here if this wasn’t where she was supposed to be. “i’m sure he thinks he’s doing damage control right now. guess even the world’s greatest genius -” her words are dripping with sarcasm. “-couldn’t see this one coming.”