-- i wonder which will get you killed faster [ . . . ] your loyalty or your stubbornness ? ©

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-- i wonder which will get you killed faster [ . . . ] your loyalty or your stubbornness ? ©
CHRIS EVANS The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019)
[ LOUD ] : sender whispers, gasps, moans, or cries out the receiver's name during sex. / from emmy
@rosegaerden sent !
lips press softly into her shoulder, a soft groan slipping past his lips as he pushes himself into her. nails graze down his back -- he’s fairly certain the marks will linger for a day or two, but he can’t find it in him to care at the moment. he moves slowly, pulling his lips from her skin, to allow for his eyes to find hers. he adjusts his weight onto one arm, as his now free hand moves to brush the loose hair from her forehead. eyebrows furrow softly as he watches her face contort. fingers touch gently against her cheek. “are you okay ?” his voice is soft, his eyes watching as she nods softly. lips press gently against the edge of her lips as he pushes further into her. ( he’s doing his best to take his time. ) lips press gently against her face. one kiss to her cheek -- then her nose. “tell me if i need to stop.”
[ LOWER ] : sender takes receiver's hand and slowly guides it down below their waist. / blair
@bruiseknees sent !
she was gone for too long. hidden away in the bathroom away from the grandeur of his family. he’d sat on the beach chair for what couldn’t be any less than fifteen minutes, before he started to get worried. he’d used to excuse of getting another drink to slip away from rebecca and richard’s argument about who the `better twin‘ was. now, here they stand in front of the too-big mirror. noah’s chin resting on the top of her head, his fingers brushing teasingly against the edge of her cropped t-shirt. “i was starting to get lonely -- is everything okay ?” he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head, as his palm presses softly against the skin of her stomach. ( he can’t feel it yet -- but he knows there’s something growing there. something completely and wholly made of them. ) noah’s nose brushes softly against her hair as blair’s fingers wrap around his wrist. ( it’s been hard -- keeping it all a secret. ) making sure they’re sure before they tell his family. he sighs softly before a chuckle is replacing the air, her hand pulling his lower on her stomach. ( he’s not a complete idiot. he knows where this is going. ) he hears a soft `yeah,’ slip past her lips, her head moving to rest against his chest, as his fingers trail against the edge of her swimsuit hidden under shorts. he presses another small kiss to her head, before he’s letting his other hand dip into the band of her shorts. “i think we can do better than this, yeah ?” falls past his lips, as he tugs the shorts down her legs. he moves quickly to spin her to face him. he presses a soft kiss to her lips, before he’s lowering himself onto a knee -- pulling one of her legs over his shoulder. “try to stay quiet for me, okay ?”
" you're definitely over-dressed for what i had in mind tonight... " / from blair
@bruiseknees sent !
fingers have tugged against the tie, letting it hang loosely around his throat, as he brings the beer bottle up to his lips. ( today was [ … ] rough. ) he almost didn’t come home -- nearly made a turn down that back road that allowed him to unleash every ounce of anger he felt. he lets the bottle return to the counter, flexing his hand once it’s off the bottle. ( there are still bruises from his last visit. ) he sighs, eyebrows lifting slightly as he hears her pad into the kitchen. her words are soft in the echo of the house, as he turns. ( he suddenly forgets what he’s so angry about. ) a deep breath pulls at his lips as his eyes trail down the soft slip dress sitting on her curves. ( she’s trying to kill him. ) eyes flash back up to her face, and he lets himself lean against the kitchen island. “this is a nice surprise.”
“What’s wrong with eating paint?” / from jamie
@theysimmer sent !
eyebrows pull together as he looks down at her. confusion roots in his chest, as he pulls the paint from her grasp. “a lot -- a lot is wrong with that, jamie.”
New Girl 2x17
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"come on, but i made cake!" - from emmy , sunshnebaby !
@rosegaerden sent !
he’s been in his home for approximately seven minutes, before she’s racing to his front door. her arms wrap tightly around his waist, and he’s fairly certain she managed to sneak a small kiss to the center of his chest, before she buried her face against the fabric of his shirt. he laughs softly, his free hand pressing gently between her shoulder blades. he presses his lips softly to the crown of her head, before he’s pulling back and looking down at her, her words floating into the quiet of the room. “oh, yeah? what kind of cake?”
“I will lock myself in the bathroom and fucking cry.” / from samantha
@shejournalst sent !
it seems like they’re at a stale mate. he doesn’t want to give up his spot on the couch. ( he’s just too comfortable. ) but she’s threatening to lock herself away and cry. a huff slips past his lips as he pushes himself into a sitting position, and raises the blanket for her. “fine. get under here.”
Yes, Your Honor, but this witness has been very difficult to locate. Without getting into detail, it has to do with her choice of lifestyle.
fighting prompts.
these are just very simple prompts based on reasons that a fight might occur! bc sometimes the muses can be angry, and we really don't have any choice but to let them work it out. i hope you guys like it!
[ RAGE ] : sender initiates a fight with receiver out of pure anger.
[ DEFEND ] : sender initiates a fight with receiver in order to protect someone OR something. (feel free to specify who or what is being protected!)
[ FORCED ] : sender is being forced to attack the receiver against their will by a third party.
[ BLANK ] : sender attacks receiver as a result of brainwashing / mental conditioning.
[ CONTROL ] : sender initiates a fight with receiver as a result of their mind being controlled by telepathy, leaving them with no other goals than to attack the receiver.
[ CONFUSION ] : sender attacks receiver as a result of a misunderstanding.
[ DECEPTION ] : sender attacks receiver as a result of someone telling them lies about receiver's behavior.
[ BLOCK ] : sender initiates a fight with receiver in order to prevent them from accomplishing a task or completing a mission.
[ AGAINST ] : sender initiates a fight with receiver as a result of them being on opposite sides of a conflict.
[ REVENGE ] : sender attacks receiver in order to take revenge on them.
“Who you fightin’?” / from marley
@theysimmer sent !
fingers fidget with the tie knocked around his throat in front of the mirror. ( he feels stupid. ) blue eyes catch hers in the mirror, and his brows furrow slightly. “i have to go interview at my own father’s company. i fucking hate that guy.”
CHRIS EVANS GIFTED (2017)