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like this for a gay ship between our muses
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When they sat down for Gwen to change her shoes, Flynn was greeted by her two friends, who both assured him that their partners were coming to pick them up as well.
Gwen slid her broken heels into Flynn's backpack and zipped it up before standing herself back up and waving the other two women goodbye.
"Did you and Fred walk? Or did you get an Uber?" She inquired, taking her boyfriend by the hand and leaning into his shoulder.
When Flynn arrived, Gwen was sitting at a booth inside of the McDonalds with two of her friends, munching on French fries. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she was laughing with her companions about the night, but it was clear she was still a bit drunk.
The moment she saw Flynn and Fred, she got herself up and squealed excitedly, hobbling over to them in her broken shoes before wrapping her arms around her boyfriend. "You didn't forget about meeee." She beamed, giggling.
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Saemus couldn't help but chuckle at her feigned grievance, shaking his head, "I thought about it from the time I met you, but... it became a reality more recently." He admitted openly.
Relenting on his attack, he instead pulled her closer again and properly kissed into the nape of her neck, swaying her back and forth gently. "As a reward for saying yes, you get your sandwich and other treats." He hummed, pulling back to look at her with a cheeky smirk. "If you said no, I was going to eat your sandwich in front of you as a power move."
Chuckling as she threw herself around him, Saemus wrapped his arms around her smaller frame tightly, leaned over so he could keep their faces close, his nose brushing against hers.
"I can't exactly describe what turned on in my head, but yeah, I just... woke up one morning and knew I had to make you my wife." He hummed honestly, the smile never leaving his face as he gazed down into her eyes.
At her accusation, he bursted into laughter. "Shit, yeah, you got me, babes. I was scheming the whole time!" He admitted his guilt, leaning into her neck to kiss and nip repeatedly, tightening his hold so she couldn't squirm away. "Shoot me, I wanted to surprise you." He snickered.
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By that point, her thighs were trembling just enough to be noticeable. The fact that Flynn almost always went to tease her clit first and foremost making it impossible for her not to be soaked in a matter of minutes.
Gwen was hanging her head down over the counter, her moans becoming more frequent, a bit less mousy. And then he slid a finger inside of her, her walls clenching around it in reaction, her toes slightly curling.
"You're... evil." She whimpered at his toying with her. He knew fully well what he was doing. Dragging it out, riling her up until she grew insatiably impatient.
The curve of his devilish smile was felt against her thigh, causing her to giggle and shake her head with a roll of her eyes. She would have protested further if it wasn't for Flynn finally indulging himself.
Her breath hitched in her throat when his lips were finally flush with her cunt, her knees nearly buckling at the sudden sensation brought on. It didn't matter how often Flynn partook in devouring her; it made her melt every single time.
Part of her wanted to withhold her moaning to taunt him, but that idea had gone out the window the moment his tongue delved inside of her. Every breath proffered another mousy, helpless sound of pleasure.
Thank God she had the counter to use for support.
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reblog if you’re ship addicted
and you’re not fucking apologizing to anyone
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EMILE AND MEURIG???
Lilé’s all like “you had better treat my cousin right, old man.” 🤣
LISTEN, SOMEONE TOLD MEURIG THAT EMILE WAS OFF LIMITS AND HE SAID "BET"
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send me questions you have about my character!
anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!
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"I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to. I don't want to force something just for it to be awkward, you know?" She murmured, fiddling with the pen she had next to her laptop.
"Well, you suddenly make yourself scarce, but claim it has nothing to do with me. That begs the question; whats going on, right?" She mused quietly, looking over the screen at the other woman. "I'm still your best friend, Lulu. You can talk to me."
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"Just an observation." Salem mused with a quirk of her head, continuing to tap away at her laptop, though she kept glancing up over the screen at Lulu.
"Just seems like you want less and less to do with me outside of our little late night romps. Starting to feel like a convenience and not a friend." She admitted with a brow arched, her typing pausing momentarily. "Ooor something could be going on that you're not telling me about?"
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Smirking as Callie brought a kiss to his lips, he moved his arms around her waist and brought her body into the crook of his own. "I have to keep you on your toes. Don't want you getting bored of me, babes." He teased back, burying his face in the nape of her neck to kiss repeatedly.
"I'd ask her what's my least worn article of clothing." He laughed warmly, pulling back to look down at her. "I can't help but feel like you waited for me to come home to be naked. It seems too convenient." He hummed, giving her ass a squeeze underneath the towel.
Sae had spent the night in a set of fights. So, typical fare, he was covered in fresh nicks and bruises in various places across his body. Nothing that his regeneration wouldn't take care of, but it would still take some time.
Callie's doting on him was something he liked to play up on the fact that it wasn't necessary, but the antithesis was that he sat still and allowed her to do so regardless. If it made her feel better, he didn't mind it.
"If there is ever a day that I don't comment on how impeccable your body is; assume that I'm some kind of doppelganger and ask me what your nickname is for me, because why would an impostor know that." He snickered, reaching forward to lightly tug the top of her towel out so he can peek down it with his lips pursed.
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When Flynn arrived, Gwen was sitting at a booth inside of the McDonalds with two of her friends, munching on French fries. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she was laughing with her companions about the night, but it was clear she was still a bit drunk.
The moment she saw Flynn and Fred, she got herself up and squealed excitedly, hobbling over to them in her broken shoes before wrapping her arms around her boyfriend. "You didn't forget about meeee." She beamed, giggling.
[text: flynn ❤️]: right?? garbage friends. it's okay, I sang it SO GOOD without them.
[text: flynn ❤️]: we were walking outside and the heel got stuck in one of those grate thingies
[text: flynn ❤️]: I fell not so gracefully
[text: flynn ❤️]: [a pin of her location: McDonalds]
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[text: flynn ❤️]: right?? garbage friends. it's okay, I sang it SO GOOD without them.
[text: flynn ❤️]: we were walking outside and the heel got stuck in one of those grate thingies
[text: flynn ❤️]: I fell not so gracefully
[text: flynn ❤️]: [a pin of her location: McDonalds]
[text: flynn ❤️]: omg yah
[text: flynn ❤️]: they played backstreet boys
[text: flynn ❤️]: no one would sing with me because they're lame. you would've sang with me.
[text: flynn ❤️]: when you get me can you bring me flip flops? I broke my heels.
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"Just an observation." Salem mused with a quirk of her head, continuing to tap away at her laptop, though she kept glancing up over the screen at Lulu.
"Just seems like you want less and less to do with me outside of our little late night romps. Starting to feel like a convenience and not a friend." She admitted with a brow arched, her typing pausing momentarily. "Ooor something could be going on that you're not telling me about?"
@cigarettesandcoffee Salem said "that's not what you usually say when we're alone."
Lulu blinks, unsure of how she should proceed. As far as she understood it, they were just friends who made out a little (a lot) or sometimes more after they'd had a little wine (although it had taken drinking less and less to get to that point lately).
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"I'm not really sure what you want here."
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Sae had spent the night in a set of fights. So, typical fare, he was covered in fresh nicks and bruises in various places across his body. Nothing that his regeneration wouldn't take care of, but it would still take some time.
Callie's doting on him was something he liked to play up on the fact that it wasn't necessary, but the antithesis was that he sat still and allowed her to do so regardless. If it made her feel better, he didn't mind it.
"If there is ever a day that I don't comment on how impeccable your body is; assume that I'm some kind of doppelganger and ask me what your nickname is for me, because why would an impostor know that." He snickered, reaching forward to lightly tug the top of her towel out so he can peek down it with his lips pursed.
@cigarettesandcoffee Saemus said ❛  i was feeling very off today but then you turned me on.  ❜
Callisto snorts a laugh, though she does move closer to him, tucking her towel closer around her so she can take his face gently in her hands and tilt it gently as if checking for injuries. She'll get to the second half of his quip eventually, but first she wants to make sure he's okay.
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"Glad to know you're not feeling so bad that the sight of my bare ass can't make your eyes fall out of your head."
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[text: flynn ❤️]: omg yah
[text: flynn ❤️]: they played backstreet boys
[text: flynn ❤️]: no one would sing with me because they're lame. you would've sang with me.
[text: flynn ❤️]: when you get me can you bring me flip flops? I broke my heels.
@cigarettesandcoffee Gwen texted [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated
[ text; gwen ] I could never hate you baby [ text; gwen ] Sounds like you had a fun girls night though? [ text; gwen ] You need us to come pick you up?
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🌺 send this to ten ants muns you think are wonderful 🌺
The collective is WATCHING you, friend.
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prompts for specific scenarios that make me chef’s kiss 
can be used as starter or plotting prompts! 
1) one muse putting their hand over the other’s mouth while they have sex.
2) our muses with unspoken feelings forced to share a bed and end up cuddling. 
3) our muses have unspoken feelings but one of them is upset so the other holds them.
4) our muses have a very strong bond, but haven’t admitted to romantic feelings and one of them just comes and cuddles up to the other for comfort. 
5) sender is in a vulnerable state and the only person they trust is receiver,  who approaches them to try and help. 
6) receiver is in a vulnerable state and the only person they trust is sender,  who approaches them to try and help. 
7) our muses shower together after something traumatic for comfort and emotional intimacy, bonus points if they aren’t even together romantically yet. 
8) receiver’s muse kills someone to protect sender’s muse.  sender approaches to gently calm them down.
9) sender’s muse kills someone to protect receiver’s muse. receiver approaches to gently calm them down.
10) one muse has been brainwashed and the other one refuses to hurt them,  trying to bring them back with a gentle touch. 
11) muses who aren’t together yet or simply have a gruff/sof dynamic: sender’s muse is upset and receiver’s sits next to them,  leading to sender leaning against them and finally breaking down. 
12) muses who aren’t together yet or simply have a gruff/sof dynamic: receiver’s muse is upset and sender’s sits next to them,  leading to receiver leaning against them and finally breaking down. 
13) one muse is sporting injuries,  the other takes a hold of their face and demands to know who did it so they can take revenge. 
14) our muses aren’t together yet but one of them asks the other to stay the night so they won’t be alone. 
15) our muses aren’t together yet but one of them insists on staying the night so they won’t be alone. bonus points if its to protect them. 
16) gruff muse is being grumpy and the other one just crawls into their lap and kisses them. 
17) softer muse makes the first move for sex and rides or tops the gruffer one who looks at them like they just found god. 
18) one muse has just killed for the first time and the other more experienced muse is there to help them in the aftermath. 
19) one muse is dangerous and has a soft spot for the other one, who approaches them to prevent them from hurting someone. 
20) receivers muse is touch starved and sender gives them affection they aren’t used to. 
21) sender’s muse is touch starved and receiver gives them affection they aren’t used to. 
22) receiver’s muse is the first person sender’s muse turns to and hugs after something traumatic happens. 
23) sender’s muse is first person receiver’s muse turns to and hugs after something traumatic happens. 
24) one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep looking for comfort.
25) one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep because they need help and are in danger. 
26) one muse thinks the other is going to hurt them but instead they protect them. 
27) dangerous or antagonistic muse gently caresses the other’s face who is surprised by their affection. 
28) one muse is in danger and the other, who is usually antagonistic, shows up to help them. 
29) dangerous or antagonistic muse is gently caressed by the other,  surprising them with affection they aren’t accustomed to. 
30) one muse sees the other’s scars for the first time. 
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A low, amused chuckle from behind closed lips, watching his fiancé's expression as he dragged himself back into reality from the throws of pleasure. The air was rife with sweet pheromones and the stench of sweat; all too intoxicating, truly.
Running a hand down his beard, Luciano pushed away from the doorway. "My meetings concluded sooner than expected. I figured I'd surprise you." He murmured softly, licking the inside of his cheek as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt and began to fold them up his arms.
"I see your present has been treating you well in my absence?" A rhetorical inquiry, but on such occasions he loved to tease.
Moving to the side of the bed, he reached out to tilt Alaric's chin upward with his index finger, "Poor thing. Are you so insatiable that less than forty-eight hours without me is enough to drive you to desperation?" Luci knew the answer to that question fully well, and as such, he glided his thumb into Ala's mouth with no need for a reply. "What am I to do with you?"
❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ - luci
&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
Caught in a rare instance of solo play, it took Ala's rather preoccupied mind a moment to register Luciano's presence in the door way, and then his words. Wearing nothing but the shirt in question, riding a toy gifted to him by his fiance, Ala was something of a sight. Clearly he had not expected the interruption, or the question.
"I thought- you were supposed to be flying home t-tomorrow?"
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