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engaged af ↳ Callie and Jamie in Good Trouble; 5x17
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Happy Halloween, everybody!!
I hope you all have fun and get spooky 👻🖤❤️
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Some stars from my journals
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&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( an assortment of smut / nsfw implied dialogue prompts with not so explicit language. feel free to change how you seem fit. )
❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜
❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜
❛ how badly do you want me? ❜
❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜
❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜
❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜
❛ you look good like this. ❜
❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜
❛ i’m not jealous. ❜
❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜
❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜
❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜
❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜
❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜
❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜
❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜
❛ take off your clothes. ❜
❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜
❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜
❛ is this okay? ❜
❛ you know you love me. ❜
❛ i want you to feel good. ❜
❛ i want this. ❜
❛ come back to bed. ❜
❛ you’re such a tease. ❜
❛ want me to model these for you? ❜
❛ we have to make this quick. ❜
❛ what are you looking at? ❜
❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜
❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜
❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜
❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜
❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜
❛ this is a one time thing. ❜
❛ you know where to find me. ❜
❛ did i say you could stop? ❜
❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜
❛ i want to see you. ❜
❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜
❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜
❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜
❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜
❛ you’re really good at that. ❜
❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜
❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜
❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜
❛ tell me what you want. ❜
❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜
❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜
❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜
❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜
❛ what if i hurt you? ❜
❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜
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Emily Brontë
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@edhellfire sent: “I think we’re more than friends.“ // from here
With her heart absolutely racing in her chest, the brunette had to take some time to catch her breath and come down from the high that washed over her- as usual, a record played within Eddie’s room, setting the soundscape for their fun, and things had started out with the same energy these two would generate when messing around. The laughter, the flirty banter.. a typical energy for a Saturday night between Whit and Eddie.
However, as things progressed, and as they got further into each touch, each kiss- something felt… different. Something about how he touched her, how they exchanged looks when being so intimate with each other.. it had her eyes lingering on him for a few seconds longer than they usually would, had these butterflies releasing much more than they had before during times like these.. Whitney would admit, she started to feel a little different about Eddie in terms of their blossoming friendship, but she truly didn’t want anything to get in the way of the bond they’d created. It was really something special to her, and the girl genuinely cared about him—
So this time around, the way things panned out, those hidden feelings were starting to exit the floodgates. Her body was still hot to the touch as she huddled up against him, her hand resting on his stomach in a certain haze before she started fiddling with his chunky rings— it all felt so.. intimate. Not that it hadn’t before, but.. something lingered afterward this time. There was a softness to it, a more caring tone that felt… new. And Whitney had no idea how to process it alone..
And as if he read her mind, Eddie spoke those words— creating a deep red blush upon her cheeks. It took a few beats for her to look up at him, because truthfully, her stomach was in absolute knots. Did he.. was he feeling this way too?…
Finally, her eyes found his own- and the smallest smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Yeah..” Whitney’s voice was so small, so soft as she nodded against his shoulder, before letting out a shaky breath. “..people who are just friends don’t.. do.. what we do, right? And.. do it.. like that?..” A soft chuckle then fell from her lips, and at this point, the blush on her cheeks had to be burning into Eddie’s skin. “I think we’re more than friends, too..” Another little smile. “Did that.. feel different to you? In a really good way?..”
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A soft sigh fell from Whitney’s lips, and though there was the element of the thrill always lurking within her at the nature of their relationship- she didn’t want to make him upset. It was just a silly quip, most likely stemming from her inherent need to settle the tension in any sort of conflict.. but at the same time, the brunette couldn’t deny the excitement within her at the thought of her being said ‘dirty little secret’ to him. It created a spark that she couldn’t ever fully push down, allowing it to take its place in the back of her mind.. she was only human..
Even so, Whitney really did care about Jude- and cherished what they had started. Even if it was fundamentally wrong, something about being with and around him locked in a rich feeling of contentment for her; a certain deep fondness always coming to the surface, taking over when doubts came rushing in..
“I’m sorry,” With a voice soft and genuinely remorseful, Whitney slightly adjusted how she sat on the pew- head turning to take in each minor expression formed upon his face, watch each rise and fall of his chest with pondering eyes. Pondering and far-away with how her heart thudded against her chest, fingers fiddling with the multitude of rings on her own hands. That is, before one of those gentle hands was placed on top of one of his own, in a comforting gesture.
“If I’m not that to you, then what is it?” Her eyes then shifted a bit into something a bit more wounded, like a fawn looking for its mother in the woods. “I really care about you, y’know. I don’t want this to end, me and you.. but as it is, right now, it is a secret, isn’t it?..”
— @splintcred
@itsalltoobeautiful sent an ask: "i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into."
the truth of the matter was jude didn't like secrets, not in the slightest. he preached honesty, for loving one another no matter what they held in their heart or what sinful deeds they had been unable to refrain from. he was used to being the keeper of others secrets, those who came to him in the form of confession or sometimes to his home and wept about some long-held tale about sin or evil, most of the time it was nothing all that terrible but keeping it hidden made the thing twisted and sick with rot. secrets were no good, and yet here he was being offered to keep one of his own. he'd tried to play it off like their relationship wasn't a secret, they simply weren't telling anyone about it or purposefully trying to show it off but avoiding the name did not make it any less of what it was. "please don't phrase it like that." jude mumbled under his breath, a deep departure from the usual confidence he spoke with during mass. "that's not what you are to me, i've never once thought of you in that way."
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For the vast majority of her life, if not all of it so far, Whitney had kept herself in a realm of innocence and abiding to her limits; not that she really knew them, only treading the line with the most mundane things as a child, like pretending to be asleep late in the night when all she wanted was to keep reading the novel that had her attention— and from adolescence into adulthood, nothing changed much. She followed her curfews set by her parents, was never grounded, nor was she even spanked as a child. All this wasn’t to say the writer to be was some stuck-up trust fund baby or something of the sort— no. Just a girl that never quite found the footing of tiptoeing over the lines that so greatly tempted her. Never indulged in the parts of life that her fears turned her away from—
And she was done.
Whitney wanted to shed this form of herself, and step into something that she could be proud of; she was aware, there was strength in her sensitivity and softness.. but right now, it had its time and place: taking the back seat while she dipped her toes into new waters, and feeling the effects, the pleasures, the excitement that would come along with it…
And now, as the brunette looked into his dark eyes, she saw something that sparked this longing- coming from deep within the confines of her inner being.
“It doesn’t feel like a gift- it never has..” Was she willing to go further? Or at least provoke? Whitney stepped closer, never taking her own chocolate eyes away from his darkened hues. “I’ve never given in- I’ve only played my life safely, and I need that to stop. Please..”
— @splintcred
@itsalltoobeautiful send an ask: "i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it."
it was strange to see someone rejecting goodness so vehemently when it was all leo had wanted his entire life. he didn't get a choice in the matter, one night his humanity had been stolen from him and now he was left with its remains, a mangled corpse he dragged around trying to bring back to life with good deeds and kindness towards humans. it should have bothered him, to have someone wish to throw away the thing he craved like a starving man but it intrigued him more than anything. "and so what, you wish to be like me?" it was almost laughable, but he cocked his head like a curious animal and let his dark gaze scan across their body, seeking any sign of falseness to their form that might indicate they were lying to him. "that's an awful thing to want. what you have now is a gift, don't throw it away because you think its nothing special."
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PROMPTS FOR INTIMATE PILLOW TALK * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
it's funny. sometimes i think i've already fallen in love with you as much as possible... and then we share a night like this.
i'm falling more and more in love with you every day.
what about me turns you on the most?
do you feel connected to me when we're together like that?
was it good for you? is there anything i can do better next time?
you made a few sounds i've never heard before.
are you satisfied by our physical intimacy?
can i get you anything? do you need me to do anything?
you know i love you, right?
that was the best night of my life.
i don't even know who i was last night.
what do my lips taste like when you kiss them?
what's your favorite thing about my body?
i've never done anything like that before.
thanks for going easy on me. clearly i've still got a lot to learn.
you were so gentle with me.
wish we could just stay like this forever.
you can stay the night, you know. you don't have to leave just yet.
you look so beautiful like this.
i could get used to this. nights in bed with you laying beside me.
i just can't stop looking at you. i can't believe you're real.
was i too much for you? did i go too far?
i need to be close to you like this.
can i kiss you again? i promise i won't get carried away.
just stay like that and let me admire how beautiful you are.
no one has ever loved me like that.
i've never been touched like that before.
it's like your body was made for mine.
don't go. don't get out of bed just yet.
i'm not ready to let go of you.
let's just cancel our plans for the day. what do you think?
why don't we just stay like this forever?
come closer. please.
i heard you talking in your sleep.
i didn't know it could feel like that.
i'm glad to share one last moment of calm with you before the storm.
i think we're more than friends.
whatever happens, we'll always have each other. last night is proof of that.
well... that was fun. give me a moment to catch my breath.
we could take a shower together if you wanted.
what time is it? maybe we should go grab lunch.
i'm too comfortable to move. let's just stay right here.
you're really cute when you blush.
thank you for trusting me like that.
i have a confession to make. i think i love you.
your hair's a mess.
what did you dream about?
feel like going another round?
i've never seen you act like that before.
i don't know what came over me.
no, please don't get up. come back to bed.
was it that bad?
i'm sure the neighbors really enjoyed hearing all that.
so... does this change anything between us?
i don't regret a single thing about last night.
would you hold me while we sleep?
i feel safe in your arms.
nothing will take me away from you.
we had a long night. you should get some rest.
you're the best i've ever had.
i'm so in love with you it hurts.
don't hide that beautiful smile from me!
we could try spooning. i hear that's nice.
so... what happens now?
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“you call a lot of things beautiful” i find beauty in everything. part of my nature
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- icons - Maia Mitchell -
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send “☎️” to receive a midnight phone call from my muse
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Set of Vintage Roses (Available as Transparent Stickers.)
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