#spicedrps

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text message to: ???

kaiko: i hate that part of me. the one that just can't seem to let go of the past. it's the last thing you deserve -- to see me mope around about my wife who died over five years ago. it's just...this whole thing still feels fresh to me.

kaiko:i guess what i'm trying to say is that if this is too much for you i totally understand.

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text message to: ???

willow: look, i know we're not on speaking terms right now and maybe sending you a text at 3am isn't the smartest thing but i'm really fucking sorry.

willow: i made a huge mistake and i know i've broken your trust but if there's any way i can just fix what i've done i need to know.

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◉ luna

diverse symbol meme

◉ ; our muses ghost - hunting at a graveyard during midnight !

“ wait -- did you hear that? “ luna reached out, placing her hand on their shoulder to stop them from walking too far ahead of her. she had a habit of being drawn to things that were ... a little more unconventional. saying that she was shocked when the other agreed to go ghost hunting with her that night was an understatement. she spun around for a moment and flashed her flashlight in the direction that she heard the noise come from. “ i swear i just heard someone whisper my name. i’m not just hearing things -- i don’t think so at least. “ reaching down, she took their hand in hers to make sure the two wouldn’t separate. “ i’m not scared. just being SAFE is all. “

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12 eric / rachel

( smut starters | accepting! )

based off this.

her alarm isn’t what wakes her from the deep slumber she found herself in. on the contrary, it’s the very hard mass of a muscled frame curling into her slender body, one strong arm drawing around her waist. rachel didn’t expect him to be one for cuddling, but it feels good. being held tight in someone’s arms, whether said person is still sleeping and hardly realizes what they’re doing. she allows herself those few moments of basking in the solid feel of him, the security of his arms, because she can’t remember the last time her husband held her like this. it’s been years. since molly was two years old, rachel thinks. those thoughts are splintered when she shifts just so, her ass meeting the very solid mast of his morning erection and it’s no less impressive than it’d been the evening before. with a knowing smirk and a bit of wrangling, she manages to sling one long leg over his lap to straddle him, the blankets pooling around her hips as she peppers kisses upwards over his chest. every roll of her hips causes her pussy to tease the twitching length of him and she’s thankful when it doesn’t take long to rouse him - in every sense of the word. “mornin’ sleepy,” rachel mumbles in her sleepy voice, huskier than normal, no less throaty as she slips a hand between them and shifts his cock so he’s poised at her entrance and all it takes is one thrust before she’s sinking onto him. “i was beginning to think i went a little too hard on you last night,” the brunette teases once he’s buried to the hilt, a satisfied sigh catching in her throat. she’s purring, like a cat in heat, as she leans over him to kiss him, one hand sinking into his hair, her other cupping his cheek as she begins a slow, steady rhythm of riding his cock - eager to make him feel good. 

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“Oh, the things I want to do to you…” rick / evie

no longer able to carry the vestige of blushing virgin, his exclamation shouldn’t make porcelain flesh flush pink. bereft of any ability to deny him (oh, one look upon his smug, smiling face before they’d boarded their ill-fated boat so many months ago now and she’d been lost from that moment), evie encourages him with an amused grin before doe eyes drop to the white, nearly sheer piece of fabric covering her lithe frame. there’s nothing between the cloth and her skin - no undergarments to speak of - and if he had the desire to push his hands beneath the fabric, to touch and take what she just as eagerly desired to give him? “what, pray tell, rick o’connell, would you like to do to me? because, if you recall, i am a lady, and there are certain things a lady such as myself should probably not be privy to,” she remarks lightly, but makes no move to draw herself away from the heavy darkness of his gaze upon her. they’d fought mummies and won. whatever innocence evie previously held (wondrous intent not included) was forever tainted by the forced kiss of a decaying mummy’s mouth against her own. sometimes, she wonders if she’ll ever shake the feeling. oh, putting on a brave front is easy when rick is astoundingly brave enough for the both of them, but sometimes, when the lights are snuffed out and darkness ascends upon their shared room, she can still feel mummified hands gripping her, stealing her away from jonathan, from rick. “oh, don’t be shy on me now,” evie teases, effortlessly brushing away those unwelcome thoughts in favor of what debauchery plagues her boyfriend’s mind.

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( ✿ ) —  for a general moodboard about my muse

( 💕 ) — for a moodboard on my muse’s view on romantic and/or sexual relationships

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☎ willow / william

NAME: asshole RINGTONE: ‘lust for life’ - lana del rey ft. the weekndLAST TEXT RECEIVED:  “how long’s it been?“LAST TEXT SENT: “go to sleep before you really say something you don’t mean.” 

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☎ kaiko / bernice

NAME: bernice 🦋RINGTONE: ‘little bird’ - ed sheeranLAST TEXT RECEIVED:  “you said it, not me. remember that next time you want to say the sky is falling. it passes. never leaves, but it passes with the time. your wife loved you, kaiko. i don’t believe she would ever want you to suffer the way you make yourself do with the worry.” LAST TEXT SENT: “you are my world now. you and lani. forever.”