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𓉸ྀི kiss & tell ; accepting .

@worthyheir said : wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

she   had   not   mean   to   disturb   him.    a   fact   that   mattered   little   now,    but   one   that   she   would   cling   to   later    –    indefinitely.    far   be   it   from   sansa   to   disrupt   anyone   choosing   the   sanctity   of   winterfell's   godswood   to   hear   their   tears        –        had   she   not   so   often   done   the   same?    it   was   quiet,    a   calm   place   that   enveloped   and   listened;    offered   a   gentle   lull   of   wooded   branches   and   dribbling   pond   water        .   .   .        and   was   one   of   the   few   places   one   could   find   a   moment   of   peace   alone.    she   had   intended   to   allow   him   his,    her   hand   gripped   tighter   around   the   leash   that   held   lady   to   her   side,    before   the   leather   slipped   from   her   gloved   hand   and   lithe   direwolf   paws   were   bounding   across   the   godswood. 

sansa   had   done   her   best   at   rushing   after   her,    but   it'd   been   too   little   too   late;    lady   nuzzled   into   the   prince's   side,    there'd   been   little   choice   but   to   look   at   him.    for   stark   grey   eyes   to   flash   across   his   sadness   and   threaten   to   well   with   tears   of   her   own.    in   her   head   she   can   hear   her   brothers   chiding   her,    can   almost   hear   her   father's   low   laugh   at   how   easy   it   is   to   make   his   daughter   cry;    the   poor,    little   thing.    but   they   aren't   here,    they   were   rotting   away   in   the   wolf's   den,    and   cregan   had   never   said   an   ill   word   about   her   sensitivities. 

all   thoughts   of   grabbing   lady's   lead   are   forgotten   as   she   sinks   into   the   snow   before   him,    no   concern   for   the   cold   nor   her   dress,    nimble   fingers   slipped   from   the   fine   leather   gloves        –        winter   chill   nips   at   porcelain   digits   as   sansa   pulls   him   to   her.        “you   don't   need   to   face   this   alone.”        she   murmurs   softly,    curling   arms   around   his   shoulders,    holding   him   as   tightly   as   she   can   manage.        “you   aren't   alone.”        a   beat,    a   gentle   inhale   and   exhale   before   she   shifts   away   just   enough   to   curl   a   hand   onto   his   cheek,    brushing   tears   away   with   her   thumb   as   she   presses   a   kiss   to   his   forehead.    as   if   on   cue,    lady   nudges   up   from   his   side,    lapping   away   large   tongue   at   his   cheek        –        before   sansa   quietly   brushes   her   away   once   more   and   offers   jace   a   gentle   smile. 

“it   would   appear   i   have   competition   from   my   own   companion   for   you.”       a   lightly   cracked   joke   as   she   shifts   ever   closer,    drying   his   cheeks   with   soft   palms.        “what   do   you   need?”        

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it   is   with   the   keen   eye   of   an   archer   that   alysanne   considers   him,    the   subtle   arch   of   her   brow,   depths   upon   depths   hidden   within   the   warm   brown   of   her   eyes.    but   it   is   the   girl   who   grew   up   surrounded   by   brothers   that   threatens   to   tease   him,    the   curling   corners   of   her   mouth   as   she   shifts   her   chin,    sending   spirals   of   black   curls   over   her   shoulder. 

“   mostly   good   things.   ”        a   pretty   white   lie   from   sharp   white   teeth,       none   had   ever   so   much   as   whispered   anything   that   wasn't   complimentary   of   him   in   any   circle   around   her,    before   aly   finds   herself   shaking   off   the   rust   and   disuse   of   her   own   courtesies,    offering   lord   stark   as   ladylike   a   curtsy   as   one   could   manage   in   a   pair   of   leather   breeches.        “   this   far   south,    they'll   blow   hot   air   at   anything,    won't   they?   ”        flexing   her   fingers,    the   itch   of   war   still   lingers   in   her   hands        –        but   there's   a   comfort   to   be   found   now,    she   supposes,    if   not   in   the   quiet   of   it   all,    then   in   the   man   that   stands   before   her;    steady   as   they   come,    none   had   ever   thought   to   question   cregan   stark,    and   when   her   little   nephew        –       gods,    could   she   even   call   benji   that,    now?        –       had   politely   suggested   a   marriage   to   him       .   .   .     

a   laugh   tumbles   forth   from   her   lips,    before   aly   offers   him   her   gloved   hand,    palm   up.        “   the   arrangements?    or   you?   ” 

@petitmortes ❅ ❝ It's good, to finally put a face to the name I heard spoken so often. ❞ / alysanne & cregan

𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 , 𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹. towering down her back like a storm. it's hardly the gentleman of him to admit how fervently he had agreed to the arrangement of marriage between them. especially not after such a brilliant first impression , looks even aside.

a gentle smile makes its way onto foreign lips. ❝ good things , i hope. ❞ some even and open way into the greeting. cregan bows his head in respect. the tight formalities of the capitol evade him. he does not make any effort , large or small , to catch up to them. his existence on this plane is nothing short of EPHEMERAL , he must tell himself. ❝ i have heard your praise , my lady. even here in the south. ❞ a reach at some northern sort of connection. a desire for someone to feel so misfit as he should feel in the capitol of his plane.

❝ i hope the arrangements are to your liking. ❞ a stifling swallow of bile. he's never grown used to these sort of things. still so far drained in his youth and yet stiff in all that the north has laid upon his skin. he feels some statue in the capitol : the sun warms its subjects too freely here.

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usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; still accepting if u wanna tango.

@turpitudae said : [ MOUTH ] sender puts their fingers into receivers mouth, for liv.

she   doesn't   know   how   to   be   quiet,    a   fact   that's   been   reiterated   half   a   million   times       –       in   the   ring,    on   the   live   mics,    spoken   words   coming   out   of   her   mouth   merely   don't   know   the   meaning   of   the   word   soft.    it's   a   volume   setting   she   doesn't   have,    nothing   underneath   a   solid   six   out   of   ten,    and   it's   a   lesson   he's   all   but   learned   now.    one   that   insists   he   has   little   choice   but   to   give   her   something   else   to   think   about   as   his   teeth   work   over   the   sensitive   skin   of   her   neck. 

one   large   finger   pressed   to   her   lips,    and   then   two,    before   they're   pushed   inside   and   settled   onto   her   tongue        –        it's   almost   a   subconscious   behavior   for   her   to   wrap   her   lips   around   them   more   securely,    for   her   tongue   to   flicker   up    around   them,    and   for   wide   blue   eyes   to   beam   expectantly,    waiting   for   the   praise   she   longs   for. 

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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 *

Assorted memes of a suggestive and sexual nature, intended for the spicier type of interactions. Be mindful of your partners' boundaries! Change pronouns / etc. as needed, and feel free to combine the sentence prompts with the action and / or location prompts when sending if you want.

tw: strong sexual content , minors DO NOT interact with this meme at all!

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

❝ I just want to look at you like this for a moment. ❞

❝ Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? ❞

❝ Your heart is beating so fast. ❞

❝ Be gentle with me. Please. ❞

❝ I’ve never done this before. ❞

❝ I want to learn. Teach me. ❞

❝ Show me how to please you. ❞

❝ I want to give you everything tonight. ❞

❝ That feels so good ─ ❞

❝ Don’t stop ─ ❞

❝ You won’t break me. I promise. ❞

❝ I want your hands on me. ❞

❝ Make love to me. ❞

❝ I need you, your lips on my skin. I need you deep inside me. ❞

❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞

❝ I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again. ❞

❝ There is no taste sweeter than yours. ❞

❝ Look at you, what a mess you are. ❞

❝ You’re doing so good for me. Keep going. ❞

❝ I’ll taste every part of you before the night has ended. ❞

❝ No one else can make me feel this way. ❞

❝ I am already yours. Now I want you to lay your claim. ❞

❝ Your body sings to me. ❞

❝ I know you’re close. Just let it go now. Give in to it. ❞

❝ I want to feel you come undone. ❞

❝ Shh. Quiet love. They’re going to hear you. ❞

❝ I want to feel your fire, even if it burns me. ❞

❝ You take me so well. ❞

❝ You look so beautiful like this. ❞

❝ I never knew I could feel this good. ❞

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 & 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘

❝ God whispers to us in our pleasures. ❞

❝ I’m going to fuck you until your legs shake. ❞

❝ Take me. I can’t bear this anymore, just take me. ❞

❝ You’re dripping already. ❞

❝ Good girl, take it all. ❞

❝ I’m going to fill you over and over again. ❞

❝ Harder, god, harder ─ ❞

❝ Did I say you could stop? ❞

❝ Show me how much you want it. ❞

❝ Give me your mouth. ❞

❝ Spread yourself for me. ❞

❝ I’m going to leave you aching in the morning. And then I’m going to take you again. ❞

❝ Louder. Don’t hold back on me. Let me hear your pleasure. ❞

❝ I want to hear my name on your lips and make you come. ❞

❝ Don’t come until I tell you to. ❞

❝ If you wanted soft and gentle, you’ve come to the wrong person. ❞

❝ I don’t want soft. I want to ache for you when you’re done. ❞

❝ I like the marks. They stay with me even when you must leave. ❞

❝ Use me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want, but god, please touch me. ❞

❝ They’ll all know your mine when they hear you screaming my name. ❞

❝ You need relief. I can give you that. ❞

❝ You’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you. ❞

❝ I want to spend every night buried inside of you, pleasing you, fucking you. ❞

❝ I like it when you lose control, when I can feel how desperately you need me. ❞

❝ You’re my good girl, and my girl deserves the best of me. ❞

❝ Such a good boy, always eager to please. ❞

❝ You look like an angel; it’s only right that I fuck you until you see heaven. ❞

❝ Your body is my place of worship, and it’s time for me to say my prayers. ❞

❝ This is my favorite seat. ❞

❝ Watch me ride you. ❞

𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 & 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

❝ Does he fuck you like this? ❞

❝ We shouldn’t be doing this. ❞

❝ I missed you beyond words. Every night I dreamt of you, of what it would be like to hold you again, and I’ll be damned if I let the chance slip through my fingers when you’re right here. ❞

❝ Why can’t I keep myself away from you? ❞

❝ This could be our last night together. I’m going to make it count. ❞

❝ Don’t bring emotions into this. This has always been about pleasure, nothing else. ❞

❝ We fuck. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that. ❞

❝ I have no right to touch you, so why do you ask it of me when I know I am unworthy? ❞

❝ You should be mine. I don’t care what they say, you are mine. ❞

❝ You dare have the audacity to pretend like you’re not mine in front of them? We both know the truth; even now look how your body reacts to me. ❞

❝ Do you honestly think I could possibly want anyone else when this is what you do to me? ❞

❝ You’re mine. Only mine. ❞

❝ I want them to hear us. I want them to know you belong to me. ❞

❝ Claim me. Have me in a way that anyone who looks at me will see your passion written upon my skin. ❞

❝ You’re not mine. You could never be mine. Yet I want you anyway. I want you so badly that it burns me inside. ❞

❝ You’ve ruined me for all others. ❞

❝ I can’t stop myself from wanting you, no matter how much we both know we shouldn’t do this. ❞

❝ I don’t care if they see. Part of me wants them to. ❞

❝ You’re not good for me. So how can you make me feel something no one else can? ❞

❝ This is the last time, then never again. This has to stop. ❞

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

one muse gives the other oral

one muse rides the other

one muse grinds on the other

one muse takes the other from the front

one muse takes the other from behind

one muse takes the other anally

one muse holds the other down during rough sex

one muse pleasures the other with their hand

one muse sits on the other’s face

one muse controls the other’s movements by grabbing their hips

one muse ties up the other

one muse uses a toy on the other

our muses engage in edging or orgasm denial

one muse makes the other have multiple orgasms

our muses engage in sensory play (blindfolds, ice, etc.)

one muse shows the other a new position

one muse touches the other on the outside of their clothes

one muse dresses up to seduce the other

one muse undresses the other

one muse strips for the other

one muse (or both) pleasures themself for the other’s view

one muse leaves marks on the other

one muse watches the other have sex with a third party

our muses are being watched by a third party

our muses have a threesome

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

in a bed

on the floor

on a couch or chair

in a bath, shower, or pool

in a semi-public place

against a wall

on a table or counter

in the kitchen

outdoors

in a tent

on a rug in front of a fireplace

in a sacred place

in a stairwell

in a ruined building / castle

in a garden

by the ocean

in an inn / hotel

while traveling

in an office or conference room

in a dream

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one thing abt me is … (my) sansa is always gonna have some shit to say.

like yeah she knows not to say things to certain people and won’t, but the internal dialogue ?? the commentary … there’s a reason why the redwyne twins still can’t escape the nicknames SHE came up with for them 🙂‍↕️

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eepy , discord lingering for tn; tackling the inbox & drafts tomorrow

her   mother   had   always   said   she   was   made   for   dancing.        made   for   more   than   harsh   winters   with   little   sunlight.    and   in   this   moment,    sansa   looks   every   part   the   graceful   lady,    not   a   single   curl   out   of   place        –       each   step   taken   in   fluid   movement   that   looked   so   effortless.    perhaps,    too,    it   did   not   hurt   that   she   had   every   reason   to   want   to   look   like   such   an   imagine,    that   sansa,    in   her   effortless   state,    had   put   in   more   effort   than   she   can   recall   ever   having   cared   for   previously        .   .   .        for   the   sake   of   not   looking   the   fool   when   it   was   his   careful   hands   that   spun   her   'round   the   room. 

her   brows   furrow   momentarily,    felt   off   guard   by   the   idea   that   he   had   thought   she   wouldn't   be   kind   to   him        –        delicate   fingers   placed   upon   his   shoulder   as   they   step   in   time   with   one   another,       sansa's   head   shakes   ever   so   slightly,    just   enough   to   relay   her   own   momentary   thoughts.        “   .   .   .           whatever   whispers   cregan   has   been   telling   you   of   me   being   unkind,    i   hope   you   know   he   is   jesting   and   only   spreading   such   unseemly   words   because   i   said   he   shouldn't   have   a   third   helping   of   desserts   if   he   wished   to   continue   to   fit   into   last   winter's   breeches.   ” 

her   cheeks   flush   along   the   apples   at   the   admission,    her   relationship   with   her   cousin   ever   more   akin   to   that   of   a   sibling        –        ever   more   apparent   that   he   remained   the   only   family   she   had   left   with   her   own   brothers,    who   had   never   managed   a   kind   or   caring   word   of   her,    rotting   away   in   the   wolf's   den   along   with   her   father.    better   not   to   think   about   who   had   put   them   there,    even   better   to   not   consider   why   they   were   there   at   all.    sansa   wonders,    momentarily,    if   it   had   been   cregan   saying   such   words   to   jacaerys   at   all        –       and   if   he   had   been,    whether   her   name   had   often   been   a   topic   between   them.    and   if   it   had,    did   that   mean   the   prince   might   have   considered   her   as   often   as   she   had   him? 

“   you   are   most   deserving   of   kindness   from   all,    don't   you   think?   ”        she   asks,    a   gentle   smile   curled   onto   her   lips.        “   i   think   i   would   have   to   disagree   with   anyone   who   said   differently,    you   have   been   nothing   but   kind   in   return   to   me,    i           –        fear   i   will   be   most   heartbroken   when   you   leave.   ” 

Jacaerys blinked, startled by the question that pulled him from his thoughts. He hadn't meant to let the silence stretch so long between them, yet something in Sansa's quiet presence had drawn him inward. Jacaerys extended his hand, bridging the gap between them. Her hesitation was brief, her fingers slipping feather-light into his.

Her hand squeezed his lightly, a gesture meant to reassure, to tell him that her words had been in jest, that she wouldn’t have accepted if she hadn’t wanted to. He could feel the slight tension in her grip, the unspoken thoughts that swirled just beneath the surface.

 Sansa, always poised, always graceful, but never without a careful guard around her heart. He wondered if she felt the same stirrings of uncertainty that had begun to grow in him, or if this, for her, was merely another polite moment, soon to be forgotten. At her question, though, his gaze softened. “Troubling?” He almost laughed but held it back, not wanting to misstep in this delicate exchange. “No, Lady Sansa. Nothing troubling. I just... hadn’t expected your kindness.” The words felt weightier than he'd intended, but he didn’t pull them back.

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Ella Purnell as Lucy MacLean Fallout, S01E03, The Head

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Send "What if they kissed?"

and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"