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“Of course you can,” Alanna hummed, nuzzling into her princess’s neck and pressing light kisses along its length, coming back every so often as she stroked and petted Jasmine’s form to press a sweeter, lasting kiss to her lips. “You just need to relax a little. You’re wound too tight, amyrti. Let me help you unwind.”

Alanna was going to take her time with this. She wanted to tire Jasmine out so her princess could sleep, but a rushed fuck was not what she was after. The best way to get someone to unwind was to take it slow, and Alanna planned to thoroughly worship the beautiful, brave woman she loved.

Sleepy fuck (for Ruby or Jasmine, your choice)

My muse is refusing to go to sleep. Send ‘sleepy fuck’ for your muse to fuck them in this state and tire them out enough to force them to fall asleep.

She wasn't sleeping, too on edge to really allow herself to rest. Jasmine sat by the window, watching the sunset fade. She couldn't relax, couldn't get her mind to slow down. She'd lost so much. Alanna was talking to her, but she wasn't really catching anything. Hands touched hers, leading her away. "I'm not tired... I can't sleep." She hadn't slept more than micro naps where she had simply passed out for a moment. Jasmine was losing track of time, blinking and losing hours. The next thing she knew, she was lying back on the bed, shivering as Alanna touched her. "Please... I can't sleep."

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Even exhausted and sick as she herself was, Alanna had taken to pacing what short distance her chains allowed within her cage. Jafar had her stewing and worried, that much was certain, and if she didn’t force herself to get up and move—small as the distance was—she would start gnawing and clawing at her shackles. Desperate as she was to get out of these chains and shackles, her logical mind recognized that she would be able to do nothing to put an end to that snake’s rule and to his curse if she couldn’t wield either her dagger or her natural weapons.

Seeing Jasmine so shaky and tired, and how her belly did in fact seem to be getting bigger, only made Alanna’s agitation worse. But she stopped pacing to take the tray from her princess before she could drop it.

But Jasmine’s words brought a bright, excited smile to her face. Amber flashed briefly in her eyes. She wanted to yell, she wanted to cry out, to whoop in joy and pride in her princess. But she held back. It wouldn’t do for a passing servant—or Jafar himself—to hear how happy she was. That could ruin their plans.

“You did it!” Alanna whispered gleefully, taking the dagger and putting it in her lap, only to take Jasmine’s hands in its place. “Oh, you did so well! I’m so proud! You’ve been so brave, amyrti. So brave.” She couldn’t move her face close enough to kiss Jasmine’s fingers—the chain and collar already pressed tightly against her throat with how close she was to the bars—but she could rest her brow against them. It was the only way she could show her princess her love and affection right now. But oh how she wished she could hold Jasmine tight in this moment. “Soon, amyrti. Soon we’ll be able to free ourselves from that snake and his reign. We’ll be able to free Agrabah. Make it the home it was before. I promise you, I won’t let you down.”

Jasmine needed time to secure the dagger, but she was terrified once she did have it. She was worried he would catch her, that he would hurt her. Jafar pointedly kept Jasmine away from Alanna for a while, wanting to make his prisoner stew in isolation and worry. Jasmine didn't get the chance to update Alanna on her progress at all, especially as she started getting sick. Jafar knew that both of them would be expecting certain signs that he was telling the truth, wanting to keep his ruse up for at least a few months.

A little glamor and light poisoning made Jasmine appear exactly how he needed her to. He kept Jasmine so sick that she had almost forgotten about anything other than trying to make it through. When Jasmine finally made her way back down the stairs to Alanna's prison, she was shaky and exhausted. Jafar's glamor had started to make her stomach appear larger, an easier spell since it wasn't much. Jasmine passed the tray to Alanna, shaking from sickness and fear. "I-I... I did it. I found what you needed." Jasmine was terrified, but she knew she was doing the right thing. It was the only thing she could do. She held up the stolen dagger, looking at Alanna. "I have to... I-I... I have to. He won't stop." Jasmine was worried about the plan, but she couldn't go through it anymore.

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Headcanon

Alanna likes to decorate herself with henna and jagua gel. She rarely lets others draw the designs on her skin, unless they are going somewhere she can’t reach or see very well. The only exception to this rule will likely be her wedding day, should she ever get married.

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— Mary Kate Teske

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                                  I don’t

                                                  like             people

                                                                                 seeing me

                                        vulnerable

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Alanna only snarled and growled in response. Jasmine would be safe in Agrabah with Jafar gone. She would be safer than she had ever been.

The Forty were completely loyal to Alanna and her parents. And Jasmine would be the Sultana married to the future Queen of Thieves. She would have their loyalty as surely as Alanna did. They would protect her and Agrabah as fiercely as they did their goum. And with the Forty protecting Agrabah, they would never have to worry about being raided by the Forty Thieves or any other brigands again. Not as long as Alanna and Jasmine lived, at least.

But why would she tell Jafar that? He would be dead soon anyway. Jasmine would find the Midas dagger, and they would break the tether and the curse, and Alanna would destroy the snake of a sorcerer once and for all.

And then she would bring back her princess's fire. No matter how long it took, she would return Jasmine to her rightful place and her rightful confidence.

Jafar laughed at her, tapping the bars with his staff. "Such a shame... You'd make such a good guard dog if you weren't absolutely feral. My wife should see you now, practically foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog. Even if you could escape, if you could break my spell and return Agrabbah to its princess... Do you truly believe she would be safer? I've beaten the fire out of her. She is a tender little mouse. Her reign would not last long and she'd be subservient again. She'll never be rid of me and she'll never look at you the same. She'll see you for the feral beast that you truly are. Don't you realize, Alanna? You will never get your happy ending, so why continue to fight so hard? To maim yourself to get at me? Your princess is safe with me. I protect her from conquerors and I offer her a child... If you want to protect her so badly, perhaps you should consider that the world you're trying to bring her back to won't be what you want. She'll be a widow, a mother, a mouse... And you're trying to feed her to the wolves for a chance that she'll still be yours. Shame."

He knew that she could fight. He'd felt it. He'd barely survived before attaching to her with magic. Jafar wanted her to give up and Jasmine was his only card to play. So, he did everything in his power to break the princess. He wanted to make her feel selfish and to make it feel hopeless. "Goodnight, monster. I'll have Jasmine come tend to you once I feel you've earned it. If I feel you've earned it."

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Alanna moaned, letting her head loll to the side to give her princess the space to bite as she’d asked. Then she let out a heavy sigh. She wanted to be bitten—she wanted to be marked as Jasmine’s lover in a way that she could show off—but not if Jasmine didn’t want to and was only going to apologize for it.

“You didn’t have to bite me if you didn’t want to, amyrti,” she huffed. “It was a request, not an order.”

Her hands slid up from Jasmine’s hips to drape loosely around her princess’s waist, giving her the easy ability to get up from her lap if she wished. “You have the power here, habibi,” she murmured in Jasmine’s ear. “I won’t make you do what you don’t want. You can say no to me. You’ve always been able to say no to me.”

"Bite down, don’t hold back." (Ali to Jasmine, at some point after Topsy Turvy. ~riffraffstreetratidontbuythat)

Biting

Jasmine was nervous about biting Ali when she told her to, but she was significantly more willing to be obedient after the ordeal with Jafar. She was safe, sitting in Ali's lap with the other woman's arms around her waist to keep her there. Ali's hands on her ass had pulled her closer, Jasmine shivering a bit as she bite Ali's shoulder and whispering apologies as she did.

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darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

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Whale’s smile morphed into a wince and then a similarly sympathetic and apologetic expression. “At the very least, she’s going to have to stay overnight for observation. More than that if she doesn’t wake up within the next eight hours or so. She’s suffered quite a bit of physical damage, including head trauma, and there are some pretty clear signs of assault. We can’t run a sexual assault forensic examination without her permission or the permission of her next of kin. Which, since Ali has no one else listed as such…would fall to you at this point in time.”

He noted the way Ruby kept an eye on the door. “I led the surgery this time. Sometimes it really feels like I’m the only surgeon in this town. No one has gotten a chance to get anywhere near her without my say-so. Ali won’t be going anywhere.” After a moment, he heaved a very put-upon sigh. "Usually, visitors aren't allowed to stay with the patients overnight unless they're said patient's parent or guardian, but...I'll make an exception for you this once. Mrs. Lucas will have to leave for the night--and I'm sure she can't leave the diner unattended for an unspecified amount of time--but you're okay to stay. I'll make sure the attending nurses know not to harass you about it."

Ruby could feel her body shaking despite all of the warmth surrounding Ali. She'd never been more scared than she was since Ali had found her again. "Please, Ali... Please, just be okay. I can't lose you again." She'd barely managed to pull herself together when Ali went missing before and she didn't think she could do it again. The moment that she was allowed near Ali again, she was there. She gave them enough room to work, compromising enough to just sit right outside the door rather than following them constantly. Only one way out, she'd know if anyone tried anything fishy. She didn't want to lose track of where Ali was for a moment.

The glare she shot at Whale was likely too harsh, but she couldn't help it. Some part of her recognized that he was just trying to relieve some of the tension, but she wasn't in the mood. "Just fix it. I don't care what the steps are." Ruby sighed, lightly gliding her fingertips along Ali's forehead before running her hair. "Is she going to be alright? Can I just take her home soon?"

The hospital was uncomfortable and it put her on edge. She'd lost Ali once from being in the hospital, so she was nervous to let anyone be alone with her. "I just want to take her home and pretend this never happened..." Ruby honestly didn't even know if that was possible. She didn't know what had happened on Ali's end or how much work it would take to be okay again, let alone if it was possible to go back to before as if it had never happened.

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Alanna arched a brow. "I wouldn't say I antagonized him. I protected a pair of children he was about to use a horsewhip on. That guard was the one who made the situation worse until you stepped in. S'pose I should thank you for that, if nothing else," she said with a shrug.

Visiting the marketplace without guards and in what was clearly a disguise? Okay, this noble was an interesting one, for sure.

"You got any money on ya, then? The vendors 'round here don't take well to people expecting free samples."

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old ask meme

The prince of Suna paused from perusing a fruit stand, but it took only a moment to assess his approacher.

"You're the woman who antagonized my guard."

Gone was his official escort, his steed, and his royal adornments. In their place was a simple tunic and shawl pulled over his head, an unremarkable getup. Yet there was no hiding his straightlaced posture, the unlined face, or the soft hands which had never seen a day's work in their life: obvious clues to a more critical eye.

"I'm only here to sample some local food. I've no ill-will toward you."

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Biting

"Bite me harder, I want to feel it." "Do you like the taste of my skin?" "Mark me with your teeth." "I need you to leave a mark." "Are you going to bite me again?" "I want to feel your bite all over me." "Bite down, don’t hold back." "Tell me how much you enjoy making me yours." "Do you want to taste me?" "Don’t stop until you’ve left a mark." "I want to feel every bite, every nip." "Bite me just like that again." [BITE] The sender sinks their teeth into the receiver’s shoulder, leaving a mark. [NIP] The sender playfully nips at the receiver’s ear. [CLAIM] The sender bites the receiver’s wrist firmly, creating a noticeable mark. [TOUCH] The sender’s teeth graze the receiver’s thigh, teasing them. [RESTRAINT] The sender bites the receiver’s neck while holding them in place. [SENSATION] The sender lightly bites the receiver’s lips during a kiss. [PLAYFUL] The sender nips at the receiver’s buttocks while they’re bent over. [EXPLORATION] The sender traces their teeth along the receiver’s inner thigh. [DELIBERATE] The sender bites the receiver’s chest. [FRISKY] The sender gently bites the receiver’s nipple. [MARK] The sender bites the receiver’s side. [DENT] The sender bites the receiver’s inner arm. [SENSITIVE] The sender nibbles the receiver’s earlobe.

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PSA

I am… not a chronologically locked rp blog.

That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.

For example, we may be writing an intro thread with our muses, but if you wanna send me a thing for like… a first kiss that may happen months down the line (and shipping is what ur up for) go ahead and do it! The way I see it, separate points on a timeline are FUN to RP because then you can look back later and figure out how they connected/ try to work in little details that make them flow together. 

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tell me princess when did you last let your heart decide?

— aladdin

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🔹 Rewatching + Favorite Disney princesses [3/10] 🔹

"If I do marry, I want it to be for love"

Linda Larkin voices Princess Jasmine.

-Aladdin (1992), dir by. Ron Clements, John Musker.

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