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hi loves, i’ve moved to a new writing blog and will do new replies/starters over there. this blog will be used as a musings/resource dump. feel free to keep following or unfollow. it’s completely up to you. thanks ♡

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ugly post but …. do you ever have a fc you just love and they’re so underused (like no one uses them) and you wanna play them but are afraid the second you do everyone is gonna jump on them?

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we’re like two jigsaw pieces, you know, and we have curvy edges.

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Wild eyes shot open. From the excruciating car ride to the feel of his mouth against every part of her except where she wanted it most, frustration brimmed in her body to near cracking pressure, driving her hands to clamp around the sheets for support and her hips to buck. She knew what he was doing and more importantly, why. Because of Flynn and because of her. Without sex, she’d needed something to sharpen over the years and teasing had become just that. Sometimes, it was as if she could get off on it all on its own—- particularly when it came to Grey. It was funny and it was hot. Now on the receiving end, however, with his mouth taunting her cruelly given its proximity to her clit, she was practically dying. Jacqueline needed him. To touch her, to feel him and his lips, and to ultimately bring her to orgasm. If there was anyone who could make her see God, it was Grey. In fact, was it not for her pride, his torment would be enough to have her begging. Instead, Jacqueline met his gaze. She was soaking. She was hot. But it was this she liked most: the power struggle. “Fuck you.” It didn’t matter that the words were breathy and leaden with desire. Or that her head collapsed back onto the bed only a few seconds after. Or that she squirmed to try and feel what he was so sadistically denying her. All that mattered was that she had a million and one ways to get him back. God was a woman——— and so was the devil.

“No—“ he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get off on watching her struggle to contain herself. Her mouth may’ve said one thing but her body screamed another. There was no need for her to verbally beg for merciless relief. Watching her hips jut out, seeking desired friction with his mouth spelled out all it needed to. As did the annoyed outburst, cursing him. It made Grey chuckle against her clit, providing not only hot air this time but the retraction of a whimsical tongue, and hard to resist hypnotic vibration. It was a myriad of pleasure all rolled into one. “What—“ he reiterates the question slowly, mouth elevated above her sex now. She was so close he could practically taste her even without the physical connection. “do you—” His body crawls back over hers again, building a wall around each side of her head with his arms. “want, Jac?” The last piece of his puzzling question is nothing but a heavy pant against her lips. Grey gives her a moment to think it over, lips scaling her neck and perfectly round breasts in the meantime. Jac’s body was built like a myth. Its enchanting and supernatural. Whoever said perfection didn’t exist, clearly hasn’t met her yet and knowing Grey, they won’t ever get the chance to either. As established many times before tonight, he doesn’t like to share. Be that the only reason he’s punishing her and himself by prolonging what they both want. “Say it,” he groans, while peeling back the layer of her bra until both breasts spill out of their cups and he’s left with more skin he's desperate to taste, should she just cooperate. “Ask me again.” In case the question’s slipped her mind, Grey presses a thumb to her clit, applying pressure. Enough to pacify her but not enough to penetrate her or bring her to orgasm. Yet. “Let me have you. I’ll take you where you’ve never gone before. You’ll get so high, you’ll never want to come back down. But if you do, I’ll catch you.”

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Max was taken aback by Celina’s answer. He’d fully expected her to have relayed the entire disaster to her mother… not keep it a secret in order to defend him. The realization pained him: that even at his worst, she’d protected him. It made him feel like shit. “Mia’s been trying to kill me since she was born,” he remarked, eyes rolling. “She’s almost succeeded a couple times, you know. Hit me on the head with a tire wrench once. I’m pretty sure I have CTE from that.” He turned to face Celina. “But you should’ve told your mom.” It was a quiet assertion and one that could confuse her. After all, he’d spent the past few minutes moaning and groaning about her mother wanting his head on a silver platter under the belief she knew what he’d done and now, rather than be relieved, he was the opposite. “She’ll find out eventually. Moms always do.” And when she did, Max wasn’t sure he could actually look her in the eye. Perhaps ever. To think of him at dinner with her, pretending as if he hadn’t abandoned Celina, only for Elena to realize the truth later on made him feel… scummy. There weren’t many things Max Pierce preferred to be honest about, but this was one of them. “Why didn’t you tell her?” He searched her face for an answer before looking down at Mia. “You don’t have to lie for me, Celina.” His voice was soft although he didn’t dare meet her gaze. “I know what I did.” He allowed the silence to fall between them, although he heaved a sigh quickly enough. He didn’t want to ruin the peace. “As for a dog,” he scoffed. “It’ll probably end up liking you more than me, so. Not sure I can handle that sort of betrayal.”

It was easier to get along when they strayed from painful topics. Max leaving being one of the biggest of them all. At least, for her. Maybe if Celina dared to look deeper, she’d acknowledge that by protecting her mom, she was protecting herself right along with her. She’s had months to mull over why Max left. Why he didn’t say goodbye, and what could’ve possibly been more important that it was worth abandoning her and their unborn child. As she voiced to Mia, she thought maybe there could have been another woman. However, Mia was quick to shoot that idea down, failing to entertain it by claiming Max was many things but a cheater wasn’t one of them. The truth was, Celina had no firm explanation for why Max left. He took that answer with him as he crossed Interstate lines. So, how could she possibly explain his disappearance to others if she didn’t even understand it herself? “Tell her what? That I was blindsided?” Celina could feel her throat close up as she snuck an almost frustrated, teary-eyed glance up at Max. “She’d only have more questions I don’t know how to answer because I don’t know many of the details myself.” Even now, he hasn’t explained them to her in depth. He’s apologized, offered her some cryptic messages, but that’s about it. “The misconceptions are always worse. You don’t deserve that. Neither do I.” She’d had her own, so she’d know. It wasn’t fair to let others map out his execution, without first hearing his side of the story. “I would’ve done the same thing for her, had she grown old enough to ask.” She means Jade, as her gaze falls on the stroller. “Plus, I don’t know....” Skepticism reaches her brows. “You’ve only known her two days and already, I feel like she’s grown more attached to you. She sleeps better for you than she does for me. I’m jealous.” Sure, maybe a dog would be different. But considering Celina would hate to clean up after it, and canines are known to be man’s best friend, maybe Max is underestimating his natural-born allure, just a little bit. “A cat then? They hate me.” Probably because Celina is too much like one herself. 

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corpsedreams​:

Nothing. He wanted nothing from Emira. Or rather, not anything of substance. She’d merely been there like Laura: someone to fill the void. Someone to use. Honestly, he had no idea why he was standing here now— why it was so important she understood it wasn’t her. Any other girl, it was doubtful he would’ve done more than a simple ‘sorry.’ For some reason, however, he wanted Emira to know she hadn’t done anything wrong. He shrugged softly. “Non lo so.”  He didn’t bother to defend himself. They both knew she was right. Alessio’s ability to treat people as dispensable was unparalleled. “I don’t want a relationship with you,” he said finally. “But I like hanging out with you. I think,” he hesitated. “We could be friends. Real friends.”

I don’t want a relationship with you. He knew what words to say to cut her deep, that’s for damn sure. Part of Emira had wondered what she had ever did to deserve it. Where exactly had she gone wrong? “That’s what people do in relationships, Ale. They hang out and they screw.” Which, is basically all they’ve done. “Besides, real friends take care of each other. They don’t use people to make themselves feel better. You hurt people because you can. Because, it just doesn’t matter to you. I was a toy for you to play with and now you’re over it because you found a new one. So quit saying you don’t know. That’s bullshit. If you’re gonna let me down, don’t do so easily.” She’d prefer it if, instead of crushing only some hopes, he crushes them all.                       

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Romeo’s blood froze at the mention of the name. She’d been snooping. Irritation coursed through his body. Whatever relaxation the shower had provided him was now all but gone.“The pills.” He spoke the words for her. He knew what she was thinking; could read it on her face and frankly, she wasn’t off. It was a fake name used to get a very real prescription that he’d paid a doctor to give him. However, there was no need for Romeo to confirm her fears. That had never done either of them any good. “Christopher is actually named Evan Cardwell, a rich kid junkie friend from England. He asked me to pick up his prescription a couple days ago. Guess he got banned because the pharmacists were picking up on him. He paid some doctor to fill his prescription under Christopher Wells, but obviously he couldn’t pick it up himself. So he asked me. I was supposed to hand it over same day, but he never showed. Probably on some coke bender.” The words fell flawlessly from his lips. It was a reworked version of the truth. He’d inserted a character, added a couple details, and voila. He had his exit. One that grew bigger as he chose to flip the script on her. “What were you looking for in my drawer?”

“Okay.” Let’s say, she did believe him. It’s clear she’s skeptical but, for the sake of not jumping to conclusions, she was willing to play devil’s advocate instead. “Then, why hang onto it?” Why not get rid of it? What good is it if the person it’s intended for never receives it? “It was cold.” Least it had been, before she was caught under his heated scrutiny. “I needed to borrow a shirt while you were gone.” For her, it’s not nearly as grave as he makes it sound. Olivia’s intentions were always pure. He knew that probably better than anyone. “I wasn’t snooping. I didn’t know there was anything I needed to look for. Besides, I thought we were past that. The whole point of starting over and earning back trust is to tell each other everything. And I wasn’t aware you were dealing drugs.” Okay, so maybe that’s a little harsh and dramatic but it’s still a step up from calling him a drug mule. 

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elegancemultimuse​:

To say Ella had done some things she regretted would be an understatement. One of the things in that long list of regrets was running away from her marriage instead of staying and dealing with it. Now years after leaving she had finally come home because she knew they couldn’t live in this weird limbo anymore. It was time to settle their divorce so both of them could move on with their lives. “Yeah, a little farther than I think I’d like to be.” She responded, not really sure what she should expect. Ella had no idea how this conversation was going to go. “I came to see you, actually.”  

“Well, here I am.” Now what? He doesn’t know about her but he goes on about his business, moving wooden slacks onto his truck while she stands there, twiddling her thumbs. Some things never change. Least of all, he hasn’t. “Surprised you still know your way around here.”

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riskfulings​:

!! GIVE ME A SHIP WITH A CRUMBLING RELATIONSHIP. a couple that knows that their love is WEARING out, that things haven’t been the same in YEARS, but they’re still holding on to something that obviously ISN’T THERE. muse a and muse b could sit at the dining table across from each other, but feel more ALONE than ever, food untouched and cold as the clock strikes 12. it’s NOT FAIR, none of this is, and the pain that comes with REPAIRING a relationship with enough holes in it is something NEITHER of them know how to deal with. give me PROGRESSIVE talks, moments of BREAKING DOWN because they don’t want to lose each other, finally TOUCHING AFTER MONTHS OF NOTHING, kissing, beginning to LOVE one another again. all of it.

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plot where one of our muses moved away a year ago and they began to date long distance. at first it was great, but now it’s horrible. days without properly talking to each other, spending too many nights home alone instead of hanging out with friends, and fighting over petty jealousy. our muses plan to meet up again and mine goes to visit yours. at dinner, my muse is preparing to break up with yours but before they get the chance, your muse proposes.

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MELISSA BARRERA as LYN HERNANDEZ in VIDA (2018-2020)

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open to: f / m / nb. 

about: mallory was born in the mob, her father is a nasty, crime boss with a lot of enemies. all of which she’s inherited too purely from sharing blood. 

suggestions: enemy, rival mob member, bodyguard, ex, arranged fiance, reporter, someone in law enforcement investigating her/her family, etc.

“I can’t believe he’s dead!” Even she’s impressed by the fake tears, accompanied with a petulant stomp of her heel. Sick bastard had it coming. But, the last thing she needed was to be listed next to her father as a potential suspect in the murder.

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open to: f / m / nb

about: liz is 32, a photographer, and a total relationship-phobe.

suggestions: friend, ex, cousin, sibling, one night stand, client, etc.

“You could always do what I do.” Although, it’s never wise to take advice from Liz. “Ignore it and hope it goes away.” 

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open to: m / f / nb.

plot: ainsley’s a bounty hunter who’s just been assigned to a job with your muse. the complication is; they’ve already slept together prior to being given the assignment so now it’s a little awkward.

“What?!” Ainsley cranks up the volume a little louder. “Sorry, I can’t hear you over the music.” As obnoxious as it may be of her, it beats talking about the obvious. While, she never makes a point to sleep with her colleagues, she can admit this time she fucked up, royally.

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open to: f / nb

plot based on: sweet home alabama / muse a returns home after reinventing themselves in a new city, only to obtain a divorce from muse b after seven years of separation. 

Well, look at what the cat dragged in. Literally. It’s been what, seven years since he last saw her and she took off like a bat out of hell, taking his heart right along with her. “Long way from the city, aren’t you?” He’d offer to give her a hand but then, he didn’t really want to. 

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