#or a buzzcut that could be sexy

[vettelbee]

appreciation post for the long hair and headband i miss her everyday

[starkeyisthelastname]

I love your dilf!rafe !!!! I would love to hear about him and reader going on childless vacation and him fucking her everywhere ! i love your work

thank you babe! 💖 he can go rounds for rounds 😋

The two of you loved being able to take your children all over the world and letting them have the experience of seeing new places. Sometimes though the both of you needed a little mommy and daddy getaway. He took you to The Bahamas, letting you soak in the sun, sip on expensive drinks and fucking you in every inch of the house that the family owned. He could go absolutely nuts when he began laying into you, he had extreme stamina and energy to fuck for hours.

He’d make you breakfast only for it to get cold as he’d pound into with you bent over the kitchen counter. Your manicured nails would dig into the marble, letting out loud gasps as his massive cock drilled into you. You barely could comprehend anything as you had only woken up a short time ago, your head spinning with nothing but pleasure. “Rafe…” You mumbled, only for his hand to come down and spank your ass. “Don’t start whining, you already knew what it was when I told you we were going on vacation.” He breathed out, his another hand yanking your head back. “Let daddy fuck you how he wants.”

It would only be a few hours after that he’d have you with your legs nearly behind your head as he fucked you into the luxurious king mattress. Your cunt was soaked, the sound of your wetness filling the room as his cock slammed into your hole. His body would look incredible, toned physique flexing and damp with sweat. “Keep those legs up, yeah? You know I love fucking this pussy real deep.” He rasped out, blue eyes mesmerized by the beauty you held.

Of course he’d have to get the view of you bouncing on his cock. Holding your waist and letting you work on it as the two of you were in the private jacuzzi. Your tits had fallen out of your bikini top, your hand resting on the back of his buzzcut while he leaned down to take one in his mouth. It was such a sexy sight knowing this was the man you were married to and had kids with. Especially when his blue eyes would look up at you, throwing you a cocky wink as he flicked his tongue across the hard bud. Your pussy would clench around his fat length, desperate moans leaving your lips as you moved your hips. “There you go baby. Take your time on that big cock. That’s all yours to let fill you up.” His voice low.

[p3achfilm]

pretty boy. armin a.

cwᯓᡣ𐭩 nsfw link, virgin!armin, masterbating, cockwarming, sex outdoors, size difference, minor mention of blood as armin fucks readers throat, cum-eating, eren + connie cameo . . . or in which he can’t stop getting hard at the thought of you. mdni.

a/n ᯓᡣ𐭩 literally throbbed writing this. also if you’ve been following me for a while, i og had this as a complete story but I’ve cut it down and edited it <3

campcounselor!armin who you can’t help but gawk at. he’s fine as fuck. his blonde hair falls perfectly into his face, giving him an almost ethereal look. he’s wearing a sleeveless nirvana shirt that clings to his toned form, the fabric stretching just enough to hint at the strength beneath. his inked muscles flex as he fluidly lights his cigarette, each movement smooth and deliberate, like a well-rehearsed dance.

it’s almost mesmerizing how tendrils of white clouds spill from his pink lips, curling and twisting in the air before dissipating. the way he handles the cigarette, with such casual grace, adds an air of mystery to his already captivating presence. he’s talking to his friends, his voice a mix of warmth and authority, occasionally breaking into a deep, resonant laugh that seems to reverberate through the air, sending you clutching your legs.

campcounselor!armin who you find out is a bit shy, ironic seeing as he’s the epitome of sex on legs. yet as you’re complementing the intricate ink that litters his body his cheeks turn a soft pink, and he looks down, a shy smile playing on his lips. it's almost comical how someone so effortlessly attractive can be so bashful. his shyness only adds to his charm, making him even more intriguing and endearing.

campcounselor!armin who’s taken a liking to you. his steel blue eyes watch intently as you prance around on the dock in that tight ass bathing suit, every movement captivating him. your large tits are barely held by the flimsy fabric, and your pussy lips are practically busting out of your bikini bottoms, making it impossible for him to look away. god, you’re so fucking sexy. he could get drunk off the way you laugh, so airy and light, like music to his ears.

he almost can’t believe it when you cannonball into the lake, water splashing everywhere, and your flimsy top unties itself in the process. his heart races as he swims over to you, his hands trembling slightly as he helps tie the strings together for you, the close proximity making his breath hitch. your mango-scented hair is like a slap to the face, intoxicating and overwhelming his senses. he’s so fucking hard, he can’t stop his mind from wandering how your big glossy lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

campcounselor!armin who is trying not to lose his cool as you lay on his chest, one leg outstretched and the other tossed over his. it's exactly one week before the kids start showing up, so eren suggested a movie night. so here all of you are, squeezed into the boy’s cabin. you hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but star wars was just so damn boring. armin finds even your soft snores perfect—honestly, do you have any flaws?

he can feel your warm breath against his neck, and it's driving him insane. every slight movement you make sends shivers down his spine. he hopes he doesn’t wake you as he carefully slides from underneath your limp body, trying to be as gentle as possible. his tip is leaking from how horny he is, and he knows he has to do something about this raging boner before it gets out of hand.

armin lazily mutters an excuse to connie about going out for a smoke, his voice barely above a whisper. the buzzcut boy, too busy drawing a dick on sleeping eren’s forehead with a mischievous grin, just nods absentmindedly. armin steps outside, the cool night air hitting his flushed face as he tries to calm himself down.

campcounselor!armin who can’t calm himself with a cigarette, the thought of you is too much. “f-fuck, 𐙚⋆°.⋆♡!” his whimpers are desperate as he strokes his thick cock sore. the thought of you writhing underneath him as he pounds your sweet pussy has his head lulling back. steadying himself against the cold, graffiti-covered bathroom stall with one hand, closed fist working his twitching tip quickly. he imagines it’s your warm mouth, your lips wrapped around him, and his legs shake at the thought of you looking up at him with those big doe brown eyes as you gag on him.

he wants nothing more than to use your mouth as a pocket pussy, “such a pretty face. i wanna nut on it,” he breathes raggedly. the wetness that coats him is loud as he rubs himself, bucking his hips into his ‘o’ shaped hand. he can almost feel the heat of your breath, the slickness of your tongue. “ughhhhhh,” a loud groan echoes through the stall as hot spurts of cum spill into his hand, his eyes roll back as he continues tugging himself until he’s shaking from sensitivity.

campcounselor!armin who’s taken back by your question, ‘we should ditch, right?’ his hands fiddle with the beer can, looking like a toy in his hands. before he can respond you’re pulling the six foot two man to his feet, a couple of ooooo’s coming from the group perched around the campfire. you giggle, saluting a middle finger then locking hands with armin before you set off on a nearby trail that led to the water. it always looked magnificent this time of night, stars mirrored in the still water, moonlight bouncing off and emitting light throughout the night air.armin stumbles slightly as you pull him along, his laughter mingling with yours as you navigate the winding path.

the sounds of the campfire and your friends' voices fade into the background, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant call of night birds. the air is cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth. you can hear the soft lapping of water against the shore growing louder as you approach.

“w-where are we going? we aren’t supposed to get in the water after ten,” armin stutters, and you giggle, looking over your shoulder at him. the moonlight casts a gentle glow on the lake, creating a serene and almost magical atmosphere.

“do you always follow the rules? c’mon, don’t be boring,” you say softly as you two finally make it to the wooden dock. the wood creaks under your feet, and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore adds a rhythmic background to your adventure. armin nervously bites his lip; here you are just holding his hand, and he’s hard as a rock, feeling like a teenage boy hitting puberty all over again.

“no, of course not,” he lies through his teeth, not wanting to seem like a loser. the cool night air brushes against his skin, contrasting with the warmth emanating from your hand.

you giggle, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, and he wants to desperately kiss you. you look so pretty to him, and if he wasn’t such a coward, he’d pull you into him. the reflection of the stars in your eyes makes his heart race even faster.

“you know i saw you that night, right?”

armin freezes. no . . . you couldn’t have, you were asleep. the sudden shift in conversation makes his heart skip a beat, and he feels his face flush with embarrassment.

he gulps and scratches his frizzy blonde hair sheepishly. “w-what? i really don’t know—”

you cut him off immediately, “don’t be coy, armin. i heard you in the bathroom whimpering my name.” you’d woken up a couple minutes after armin had left, rubbing your eyes groggily as you looked for the man. connie had stated he’d gone to the bathroom, and you decided to go see if he was okay, but to your surprise, when you reach the door, you can hear armin calling out your name in pleasure.

“well, that’s embarrassing… i’m mortified. i promise i’m not a creep, okay?” armin says quickly as he panics. he’s taken aback when you press your soft lips against his, a small moan emitting from his throat as he wraps his hands around you. the kiss is electric, sending shivers down his spine as he pulls you closer.

you pull back from his lips, a string of saliva following, and you swipe your thumb across his lips. you swear you can see his pupils dilate as you do that.

“have you ever had your dick sucked?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, but the words hang in the air between you, laden with anticipation.

armin shifts in embarrassment; he’s never so much as seen a pair of boobs besides in magazines, let alone had his dick sucked. you take his non-answer as a no and slowly get to your knees, hands fumbling with the belt on his jeans. his heart races in his chest—is this really happening? is a pretty girl really about to give him head? is this a setup?

he hears your fingers unlatch the belt and your hands pull down his pants, fingers playing with the hem of his gray calvin klein boxers. you bite your lip as you look up at him through your lashes, his bright blue eyes meeting yours. the dim light of the cabin casts a warm glow, making the moment feel almost surreal. the scent of pine and campfire smoke lingers in the air, adding to the intimate atmosphere.

“what happens at summer camp stays at summer camp, okay armin?” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

he nods anxiously, his breath hitching as your fingers brush against his skin.

“i’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” you assure him, your tone soft and comforting.

“o-okay,” he whispers so low you almost don’t hear it, his voice trembling with anticipation and nerves.

campcounselor!armin who’s fucking your throat relentlessly, hips rolling into your mouth at a constant speed. you hold his thighs for support as he uses you like a ragdoll, feeling the muscles tense under your fingertips. “shitttt,” he drawls, your tongue sliding across his cock greedily, tasting the salty sweat mixed with his precum. he has to bite back a moan at the sight beneath him, spit and light specks of blood covering his dick as you suck him. the moonlight casts shadows over your face, highlighting the saliva-covered mess, eyes half-lidded as your fingers circle your clit in hard motions.

“sucking me so good,” armin grunts, reveling in the shlurp sounds that fill the night air. your mouth is so tight and warm around him, it’s hard for him to keep his head from lulling back. “shit shit shit, g’na make me nut.” his voice is whiny and shaky, the way you’re fondling his nutsack has got him in pure fucking shambles. he’s so close, stomach clenching tighter each passing second. he wants to pull out, he swears he does, but fuck you’re so inviting to be inside.

“cummin’!” armin groans, hot seed spilling into your mouth, tumbling from the corners of your lips. you giggle, wiping the sticky mess off your face with your shirt. “i-uh, fuck. i’m sorry,” he stammers, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and post-orgasmic bliss. you laugh at his apology, “you’re saying sorry for cumming in my mouth?” you quip an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “uh yeah . . . guess i am.” you shake your head at his innocence, standing to your feet. the night air cools the sweat on your skin as you lean in close, whispering, “don’t be. just fuck me.”

campcounselor!armin who’s stretching your poor pussy around his thick cock, making you lose your mind. they always say big dick men are the quiet ones, but this? this is absolutely delicious. “armin,” you whimper breathlessly, feeling every powerful thrust in your tummy as he pounds into you. he's buried so deep inside you, his bulge visible each press into you. your swollen lips ache from the intensity and friction against them. you want to run but you're locked in by his grip, unable to escape. you're a mess beneath him, a drooling, crying, whimpering mess. “fuck, you’re tight as shit.” armin whimpers, the feeling of you clutching his cock almost unbearable.

campcounselor!armin who’s summer just got a whole lot better.

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Cut It, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Mentions of Sexual Content

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Summary: Rafe wants a new hair cut and he has to convince Y/N to be okay with it.

Masterlist

Rafe stands at the mirror fidgeting with his hair. He can’t get it right so lets out a loud groan that captures Y/N’s attention. “What’s wrong?” she inquires, looking up from her phone so their eyes meet through the mirror. He continues to mess around with his hair, “I’m going to cut my hair.” She scrambles out of bed and moves his hands away from his head. “No, you can’t. I won’t allow it,” she pouts, admiring the bangs that fall when he stops fidgeting with it. 

“Why not? It’s annoying me.”

“Because… I like it long. Plus, what am I supposed to pull on during sex. You love it when I do that.”

He takes a second to think about it and even though he really wants to do it, he reasons that she is right. She always gets wants anyways, not because she would force him but because he would do anything to make her happy. He turns toward her and nods, placing his head in her neck so she can gently scratch his scalp in a soothing manner. 

———

The wind blows his bangs into his face and he exaggerates stumbling back like he is completely incapacitated. Y/N giggles at his action, stopping to wait for him to catch up. “See, this is why I need to get a buzzcut. Please, let me cut it, Angel,” he begs, tugging her arm in a pleading manner. Y/N gives him a small smile, “Rafe, you know you could’ve cut it when you first told me you wanted to. It’s your hair.” “Yeah, I know. But you made a good point. I just want to know you’d like the change. Most of the things I do is for you,” he explains, moving behind her to wrap his arms around her shoulders and places his head on hers. She nods and reaches overhead to play with his hair, “I don’t like the idea of it, but if you want to do it, then try. Hair can grow back.”

“So I have your approval?”

“You don’t need my approval, but yes.”

Rafe lets out a little whop of excitement and unwraps himself to book an appointment with a barber. 

———

Topper sits on the chair watching as Rafe waits for the barber to come back to start working on his hair. “Are you sure you want to do this? I’ve seen how much she loves playing with it. Also, every guy that gets a buzzcut looks stupid after,” Topper comments. Rafe shakes his head, “Dude, it’s fine. I got the missus approval already, so stop looking at me like that.” The barber laughs at the comment about needing approval from Rafe’s girlfriend and gets right to getting rid of his luscious locks. 

———

Y/N looks at his lack of hair with a little awe on her face. She had to agree with Topper that almost every guy who goes through the buzzcut phase looks ridiculous after, but Rafe looks absolutely incredible. It gave her boyfriend an edge to him that she didn’t know she could need. He looks at her with a smug expression, “So what do you think, Angel?” She misses the way it could slide through her fingers, “I miss being able to play with it, but you look hot.” 

She places her hand on his chest, standing on her tippy toes so she can leave a lingering kiss on his lips. They separate and her lips ghost his still. “How about we go up to your room so that we can figure out what my hands can do now that I can’t grip your hair while you go down on me?” The evil smirk on her face looks so sexy that it goes right to Rafe’s dick. He nods and quickly tugs her upstairs, ready to get on his knees to worship his girlfriend. 

[kissitbttr]

Can we see some jealous and protective frat!miguel 🙏🏻🙏🏻

miguel is cocky. and he never admits himself of being jealous. why would he when he knows that no one is able to one up to him in any way?

but you beg to differ. always seeming to point out his expression when a guy gets too close to you, burning holes in the back of the stranger’s head. somehow plotting the most gruesome and murderous plot he has in mind.

“shit, shit, o’hara! lay off the grip man! you’re going to break the damn glass!”

miguel hears one of his teammates, groans. snatching the cup from miguel’s hand and not even bothering to hear his protests.

“what—oh, my bad” he lamely responds, gaze returning back to watch you. his girlfriend, laughing at some lame joke being told by a guy in front of you.

he feels betrayed. how could you do this to him?!

“the healthiest way to cope with jealousy is to communicate with your girlfriend, o’hara—healthiest” carlos rolls his eyes at the chocolate haired man who seems to not be listening to a word he says. “but shit, knowing you? chances of a hot giant meteor hitting us right now is far bigger”

“mind your shit, man” miguel frowns deepening at the sight of that fucker checking you out in your outfit,

you’re sexy. there’s no doubt about that. especially in that cheerleading uniform you’re wearing when you just got off the practice.

there is a reason why guys are lining up to be your boyfriend before you and miguel started dating. other than because being extremely beautiful and sickeningly sweet, you have a way of staring into people’s eyes like you’re about to pluck a soul out of them and them not having a problem with it.

i mean, jesus, you got him hooked didn’t you?

“so let’s say he did try to take her home or—“

“didn’t i tell you to mind your shit?!” miguel cuts carlos off with a grumble, not even wanting to imagine if you were getting taken home by another man. not that you’d let them anyway. you’re too crazy about miguel and vice versa,

the buzzcut kid raises his hands up in defense, as if to prove his innocence. “don’t get mad at me for speaking up facts!” with that, he bolts out of the way before miguel could get to him,

it’s not like miguel is one crazy and possessive boyfriend who prefers having his girl all to himself (despite him wanting her to), he still gives access to whomever you want to speak with.

but he just despises the fact that everyone is crushing on his girl. she’s his and his only. so seeing another man getting far too comfortable in invading your space, making you laugh and shit just stirs something within him.

miguel slowly makes his way towards you and the punk, fists clenching by the side. he hears your beautiful laugh one more time and holy hell, he feels like he’s going insane knowing you’re not laughing because of him.

“so was that the one professor who had his—oh!—what the—? baby! you found my tickle spot!” you giggle as you jump a little out of surprise, head craning over your shoulder to see your big and tall boyfriend wrapping his arms around your waist and pull you closer to his chest. “did you had the drinks yet?”

“mhm, a few” he kisses the corner of your mouth, eyes looking straight to the boy in front of you as if showing him off that you’re taken. “missed you, muñeca”

“you saw me like two hours ago, you big baby” a giggle escapes your mouth when you see him pout, kissing it. “oh! this aaron, by the way. i don’t think the two of you have met!”

aaron shoots miguel a toothy grin and a wave, in which miguel doesn’t mirror both actions. only simply glaring at him. “nice party you got going on here, man”

“thanks” miguel nods in acknowledgement, simply not entertaining the man with more than two words. because that’s what you get for hitting on his girl!

“it’s so crowded here though, thankfully she saw me looking scared and shit. saved me from getting swarmed” aaron laughs making you laugh as well and miguel’s grip tighten around you. “she’s definitely a keeper”

that comment somehow irks him a bit. “yeah, that’s why she’s my girlfriend. and i’m the boyfriend, y’know—in case you’re wondering” miguel’s hands wander lower to your hips, settling it there,

the response seems weird to you, making you shoot him a look with your eyebrow raising in which miguel ignores,

“i can definitely see that, big guy” aaron chuckles, not seemingly bothered by it. “if i had a girl like her, i think i’d be keeping her to myself far too much”

miguel’s jaw clenches at that, and it seems to pisses him even more when you decide to just laugh and not tell this aaron man off for saying that,

“you’re just saying thaaat” a blush creeps into your cheeks, holding onto miguel’s arms before your eyes widen. “oh! i forgot to mention! i brought fruit punch earlier! aaron you must have a taste, i’ll bring a cup for you. and you too” your turn around and smile at miguel, kissing his lips before muttering ‘be right back’

‘ah perfect, time to grill this motherfucker’ miguel smirks before watching you walk away,

his arms crossed, eyes looking down at the shorter guy who seems oblivious of what’s happening,

“so uh, you and—“

“look man, i don’t know what your deal is—but y/n is fucking mine” miguel cuts to the chase, eyes deepening into a frown. “and i don’t appreciate you’re hitting on my girl, looking at her legs and touching her skirt. just because she doesn’t tell you off that doesn’t mean it’s appropriate! you know she’s taken right?”

aaron raises both brows, eyes glancing left and right in confusion. “uhm, yes?”

“so back off then will you?! i worked my ass off trying to get her be my girlfriend, had to compete with other guys from soccer team and faculties, memorized her schedules and—shit, i promise her that i’ll tone down with this jealousy shit because she doesn’t like it when i get into a fist fight over her. so do me a favor, if you don’t like getting punched right now, leave me and my girl alone or i fucking swear—“

“jesus, man—i’m gay!”

and miguel immediately clamps up at that, eyes widening at the sudden burst from aaron but only enough for the two of them to hear,

“wait, what?!”

“i’m gay, dude” aaron laughs, amused by the expression miguel is putting on right now. “100% not into girls”

“oh..” miguel gets a bit quiet after, not knowing what to say next. shit. this is awkward. “i didn’t know that—you don’t look like one..”

“jeez, sorry if I don’t fit into the stereotype. i’ll put on my knitted rainbow scarf next time i stop by. want me to pierce my right ear too?”

“oh shit, that’s not what i meant! fuck—sorry man, i—“ miguel stutters. the last thing he wants to do is to make a gay person offended. he doesn’t know what to do in this situation. “i mean—why didn’t you start with that?!”

aaron laughs, shaking his head. “don’t sweat it—and uh, was just cute how you get all protective and shit over your girl. i can definitely see why you’re like that” he shrugs, looking over at you who’s laughing with couple of miguel’s frat brothers,

miguel smiles, looking over to see you by the drinks. heart swelling at the sight of his girlfriend being comfortable with glen and carlos. almost laughing to himself when you spill a bit of your drink onto carlos’s shirt making him pout.

“no offense, but i’d tap your girlfriend if i was into girls” aaron says, nudging him with his elbow.

miguel’s head turns around to look back at him in quick motion, one eyebrow raising at the comment.

“no offense back, but you sure you’re 100% gay?!”

[spliffymae]

here’s the thing ,

musicproducer!connie knows that you can sing. he hears you hum around your apartment or the little runs you do when you sing along to a song playing.

however, what musicproducer!connie is completely unaware of, is just how soulful your voice is. how rich and smooth it is, yet still having a rasp that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and goosebumps emerge on his skin.

he doesn’t realize until he’s at a valentine charity dinner that mikasa was throwing. she had invited any and every one to come out and support, promising them live entertainment and great food .

connie knows you’re supposed to be here, but what he doesn’t know is that you were one of the performing acts. so he’s looking around for you, asking his friends if you’ve checked in with them or have been spotted somewhere in the establishment.

but all his looking comes to an end when mikasa directs the audiences gaze to the stage and announces your name.

the song begins and it’s your vocals, an angelic hum that immediately makes him want to close his eyes in peace.

and you’re singing…god, he felt like he was in heaven. sitting amongst the angels to hear the beautiful sound of your voice.

he could hear the partygoers whispering in awe of the song. you were looking right at him, able to spot his lilac coloured buzzcut amongst the many heads of people at the function. he blew you a kiss, putting his hand over his heart to express how he feels. you smiled, and he felt that familiar warmth spread from his stomach, to his chest, up his neck and to his face.

this is what you were holding back from him? this voice that filled him with so much peace.

mikasa came to stand next to him, putting her hand on his shoulder with a satisfied grin, “if you ask me,” she started, whispering as to not fully block out your singing from connie. “you gotta put her on more than some background vocals.” she drummed her fingers on his shoulder as she spoke, something to bust her hand, really.

“trust me,” musicproducer!connie’s eyes never left your figure. he refused to miss a moment of this, of this…presence you have right now. he found you incredibly sexy in this moment, listening to you belt out the last run of your song, his heart was swelling up in his chest, threatening to burst from the amount of love he felt when he looked at you…when he heard you…thought of you…

“i’m gonna put her on to so much more than a record.” as you finished your song, and stood to accept the applause from the audience, connie had a smirk on his face, raising his glass to you.

if only you knew what you just started.

[emmalandry]

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ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 ~ 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎)

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𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕣𝕦𝕘 𝕦𝕤𝕖, 𝕊𝕖𝕩, ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘? 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥:𝟙.𝟝𝕜 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪?

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Barry had seen you around the island always with your fellow kooks, mostly his most frequent customer. Rafe Cameron. A few months back Rafe brought you with him to do a deal with Barry. He always thought you were a young, sexy, smart yet naive girl. Hanging around all the wrong people. You shouldn't be around people like Rafe or Topper and you most definitely shouldn't be hanging around him. But ever since that day you traveled deep into the cut with Rafe to visit Barry did you find yourself drawn to him.

Asking Rafe if he knew when Barry was making his rare journeys down to figure 8 just so you could wear your shortest yet most elegant sundresses along with your tiny shorts and crop tops hoping Barry would want to sneak a peak at your body. Today was no different, It had been about a month since Barry last traveled down to Figure 8 to do business with Rafe. Rafe was away on family business so he gave you some cash and asked if you'd be so kind as to wait for Barry at his home so you could get Rafe what he so desperately needed. Coke.

You, of course, being the darling girl that you are agreed to do such a thing for your best friend. Definitely no ulterior motives. You opted for a brand-new sundress deciding to forgo a bra...or panties. The dress was light purple with small white flowers, falling slightly just below your ass. One wrong move and anyone 'By anyone meaning Barry' would see your bare cunt on full display. You sit on the porch swing outside of Tanneyhill awaiting the arrival of Barry. Your thighs clenched together at the thought of what might happen whilst you two are alone.

Finally, you hear it, in the distance you can hear the faint sound of Barry's motorbike. Smoothing your dress down on top of your thighs you waited anxiously. Barry comes to a stop in front of the porch of Tanneyhill removing his helmet and smoothing his hand over his fresh new buzzcut. The last time you saw Barry he was still sporting his man bun and although he looked good then, he looked even better now. You could feel your arousal pooling onto the porch swing. He looked up, his eyes meeting yours, he looked...confused? Did Rafe not tell him you were filling in for him?

"Hiya Barry!" flashing him a bright smile. You looked so sweet and innocent to him. So perfect...Like a porcelain doll that he was aching to break. "Hey, Princess Where's Country Club?" you bite your lower lip gently. "Didn't he tell you?" "Tell me what Princess?" he asked lowly. God his voice made you slick. "He's on the mainland doing business for the day...he asked me if I could get him what he needed from you." 'and maybe I can get what I need from you' you thought to yourself. He thought for a moment before nodding. "Alright, pretty girl...lead the way." You got up from your position on the porch swing and held out your hand leading him inside.

Swaying your hips in the hope of drawing his attention to your body. The Bottom half of your ass poking out of the oh-so-short dress you picked just for this occasion. His eyes drifted to your ass. Were you not wearing any panties? He asked himself as you lead him up to the spare room you always stayed in at Tanneyhill. "The Money's just right in my room here." You giggle to yourself as you see his hard-on begin to grow in his shorts. You enter the room and let go of his hand walking to your desk and opening the drawer and bending down giving him the perfect view of your leaking cunt. He lets out a low groan as you turn your head around giving him a look that was asking 'Did I do something wrong?'

You wiggle your hips a little and before you can even take another breath Barry's behind you on his knees. Pushing your top half against the desk as he takes his fingers and runs them along your slit. "Fuck, baby. You're soaked. This all for me?" You let out a whimper as his hand slid toward your clit drawing lazy circles as he pressed his tongue flat against your core. Licking a stripe up from the bottom to the top. Your mouth falls open but no noise besides a strangled breath comes out. He devours your pussy at an agonizingly slow pace before inserting his middle finger inside you. Pumping and curling it in and out of you "More..Please..Need More." you force out biting your lip to hide the loud moan threatening to slip out.

He decides to play nice and give you what you want. He inserts his ring finger alongside his middle one and picks up the pace he's pumping his fingers at. You let out an almost pornographic moan as your eyes roll back and your legs start to fall limp as your pussy clenches around his fingers. "You gonna Cum princess? You gonna cum just for daddy?" "Yes! Fuck Please...Need to cum...Wanna cum so bad." you let out another moan as he moves his thumb to your clit drawing circles quickly against your bundle of nerves.

and with that, you cum. All over his tongue and his fingers as he pulls his fingers out causing you to wince at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He lifts you up by your thighs laying you back onto the bed. He's quick to pull himself out of his shorts and boxers as his hard cock slaps against his belly. Your eyes go wide, you don't know if you've ever taken anyone this big before. He lines his cock up with your entrance rubbing it through your slick hitting your puffy clit causing you to whine. "You ready sweet thing? You think you can be a good girl and take my whole cock?" you nod biting your lip. "Words pretty girl...use your words." "Yes sir. Need your cock in me so bad. Please." and with one swift motion he's inside you, balls deep pumping himself in and out of your tight cunt.

"Fuck Baby, No one's fucked you this good before hm? No one's been able to stretch out this cunt the way I am now. I'm gonna be the only one who can see you like this ever again. Understand?" He grabs you by the throat squeezing lightly before sucking and marking your neck. You gasp at the feeling of him sucking your sweet spot. "You gonna be a good girl and answer me or are you gonna be a bad girl? If you're a bad girl I'll have to punish you, princess...Daddy doesn't want to have to hurt his girl..." His Girl..."Yes, Daddy. Only you can use me. Make me feel so full." You let out a choked moan as the coil in your tummy begins to build. Feeling like it's about to rupture at any moment.

"Need to cum. Need to cum all over your cock so bad Daddy, please. Let me cum. I've been such a good girl." he releases your grip on your throat moving his hand down to rub your clit once more "C-cant sir. It's-is too much." your backs now arching off the bed, eyes rolling back into your head. "You said you needed to cum, then cum pretty girl. I'm right behind you I promise...Let go for me, baby." and with that you snap. Gushing fluid all over his cock and pelvis as he continues to pump himself in and out of you before pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

You look up at him with your doe eyes and pouty lips "Wanted you to finish inside me, daddy. deserved it. was so good for you." you frown and he chuckles. Brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead. "Next time baby, I promise." He leans down to finally kiss your lips and you savor the taste of yourself on his tongue. Pulling away lips swollen and out of breath. "That was...Amazing." you manage to huff out. He chuckles once more "Been waiting to feel you for awhile now princess. been needing to feel you round' my cock." You give him one of your signature bright smiles as he walks to the attached bathroom to retrieve a washcloth to clean you up. He curls up next to you pulling the covers on top of the both of you as he softly strokes your hair.

Just as you're about to drift asleep your eyes shoot open. He looks at you, eyebrows furrowed with a look of confusion in his eyes. "Somethin' the matter baby?" "It's just...What does this mean for us...What are we?" you tilt your head down just for him to grip your jaw and lift your face up until your eyes meet his. "Well if it's not too big of a problem id like to be able to have you with me, always on my arm. So I guess I'm asking if you'll be my girlfriend?" you smile and bite your lower lip, nodding excitedly. "Of course I will Barry!" you lean up and peck him on the lips before cuddling into his side and drifting off to sleep.

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[blushedfemmes]

your “i don’t want to be complicated, i don’t want to come with disclaimer” really struck a chord with me, not for anything having to do with my sexual identity, but rather my gender identity. i’m a transfem butch. i have a deep voice and a buzzcut and wear men’s clothing. 99% of people i meet think i’m a man. i’m not! i didn’t ask to have a confusing gender identity — this is just who i am. pretending to be anything else would be dishonest. it’s exhausting to be something that other people don’t understand. but sometimes that’s the hand we are dealt in life. i feel for you clarke!

i am too sleepy to have a good answer to this but <33333333 sending you so so so much love. i love you transfem butches. we can’t pretend to be anything other than what we are!!!! and we are brave and sexy for that (although i wish we didn’t have to be brave and could just be sexy)

[natequarter]

even disregarding the long and varied history of long hair as a symbol of masculinity outside of europe, it's almost funny that some idiots are so entrenched in the gender binary that they refuse to even contemplate the idea that long hair could denote masculinity, when long hair on men has cycled in and out of fashion for centuries within europe. granted, short hair has been the fashion for men for more than a century now, and long hair has pretty much always been the fashion for women, but there are plenty of historical examples of men with hair longer than a buzzcut - shoulder-length hair went in and out of fashion for the plantagenets with regularity - and in the seventeenth and eighteen centuries in particular, luscious curls were all the rage!

like, come on. long hair does not a feminine man make. what makes long hair masculine or feminine is not somehow an inherent attribute of the hair; what makes it normal on men or women is not somehow an inherent attribute of the wearer. hairstyles and fashions differ across time and across the globe. this is normal, not an aberration.

also, it looks cool. in fact, it's one of charles i's primary virtues - he didn't have much going for him beyond his sexy, sexy style. you want to rob him of his cavalier cunt serve? his stewart slay? his epic civil war w? you bastard. you demon. you fucking monster. that's all he has to his name. you would take that from him? a man who already has so little left? shame on you.

where was i? ah, yes: the point is that hairstyles are cultural, not an undeniable biological reality, and that variation exists within european societies as well as without. you'd have to be pretty fucking narrow-minded to miss that - which, of course, people who think of long hair as quintessentially female generally are. the end.

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Through the Grapevine P.2

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Part 1 here

Author's Note: Sorry for the long hiatus, I had like no motivation and so many ideas. Idk if I'm back but enjoy this mini-fic 😊

Summary: After meeting Frankie you can't stop thinking about him, so you drive by his shop for an oil change of course. 18+ minors dni

Warnings: oral (m. receiving), slight stalkery behavior, age gap (dealer's choice how big), unabashed debauchery.

Word Count: 1.7k

You were waiting for something to go wrong in your car and for once it’s fine. You can’t just show up to the shop with a perfectly fine car. And asking for Frankie like you’re friends, he could turn you away and the potential embarrassment is enough to stop that plan.

Did he even want to see you again? He did say that you were more than a little young for him, not to mention the fact that your parents are dating. But he did eat you out like a man that just got out of prison. Before you could stop yourself you look up the address of the auto shop, you could drive by to see if they’re busy. 

Before you know it you’re pulling into the lot, you decide to use the excuse of needing an oil change. Which turns out to be a good one because you can’t remember the last time it was done. Walking into the lobby you see a vacant front desk, after looking around you deduce that everyone must be busy already. Although tempted to walk right back out, you take a seat on one of the lounge chairs and scroll through your phone.

“Sorry for the wait, we're a little backed up today. How can I help ya?” A blonde man with a buzzcut asks you while using a cloth to wipe his hands. You look at the name stitched onto his uniform ‘Will’. Will’s blue eyes both unnerve and amaze you.

“It’s fine um, Frankie said he could change my oil today?” You move to meet him as he goes behind the counter to check their schedule. Although he nods he looks a little confused since you're not in the line up. 

With furrowed brows Will excuses himself, and leaves you at the counter to go through the back doors towards Frankie’s office. He knocks before he enters seeing Fish doing paperwork. “Hey man there’s a girl out there sayin’ you said you’d squeeze her in for an oil change today.” 

Frankie looks up at Will with a scrunched face, confusion clear on his face. “Who?”

“I didn’t get a name Fish. I thought I’d check in with you first cause she called you by name.”

“What does she look like?” Frankie couldn’t recall personally telling anyone he’d do their oil change. Ever. As Will begins describing you to Frankie, he puts his head in his hands and laughs but it’s devoid of humor. 

Will halts his sentence to ask, “So you do know her?” 

Frankie gets up from his chair fixing Will’s confused stare with a self assured smile. “Yeah. I’ll take care of her.” 

When Will comes back with Frankie, he looks just as good as the first time you saw him. Maybe even better. His uniform was unzipped and tied around his waist, leaving his white shirt underneath riddled with stains. His arms had oil marks on them as well bringing attention to his softened muscles. His staple hat was backwards, matting his chocolate curls to his forehead. 

You see the recognition in Frankie's crinkled eyes. His eyes narrow intently staring at you, probably wondering why you’re at his job. His eyes travel down your body while his tongue darts out to lick his lips. He couldn’t stop thinking about you these past couple weeks, he almost caved first and asked his dad about you. 

“Good news, Frankie said he could squeeze you in but I gotta get back.” Will smiles before heading back over to the garage. 

“You’re just insatiable aren’t you?” Frankie looks at you knowing exactly why you’re here but he’s just as excited as you are. He sees you lean forward against the counter giving him a nice view down your v-neck. 

“How could I not be?” You question with hooded eyes. Frankie has to admit that your persistence is both sexy and annoying. 

As much as he loves the back and forth banter with you, it could continue back in his office. When he grabs your hand to guide you through the back you can’t stop the cheesy smile taking over your face. His office is about as messy as you expect it to be with a comfy couch in the corner stocked with blankets. 

“Don’t tell me you sleep here.” You turn to chastise Frankie as he leans against his desk.

“Sometimes I do but it’s mostly for my daughter.” His response has you snaking your arms around his neck. “You wanna tell me why you’re here? I know it’s not for a fucking oil change.” His hands glide over your body until he rested them on your hips, squeezing.

“Actually I could use one since I can’t remember the last time it was done.” You sheepishly admit. The searing gaze he puts you under should intimidate you, yet you can’t help but clench your thighs together. 

Thinking that he’s moved on you feel him rub his hands all over your jean clad ass bringing you closer than before. You slowly bring your lips closer to his intending to close the last bit of distance between you. That is until you feel a burning sensation on your right cheek, quickly realizing that he just fucking spanked you. You rear back from him giving him an incredulous stare unable to believe he actually spanked you. His proud smirk makes you even more angry.

“Frank-” your soon to be tirade was cut off by Frankie lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. You instantly melt into it, craving everything he can give you. Neither of you waste time, his hands pull your hips flush against his. You feel his tongue push roughly into your mouth, the feeling sending a jolt to your stomach. You don’t know if the throbbing you feel is from your core or his. Your hands comb down his torso while his hands find their way into your jean skirt. You break the kiss first aiming your hand for the double knot in front of his uniform. There is no resistance from Francisco as you lower your knees to the carpet. 

Frankie is aching at the thought of what you're about to do, he can feel the wet spot of his pre-cum growing. His hands grip the edge of the desk while you run your hands up and down his thighs. When you finally hook your fingers into his boxers, you kiss his very hard cock through the fabric before pulling them down. The sensation has his hips involuntarily jerk toward you. With you smiling through your lashes at him Frankie knew he wasn’t lasting long. 

With his boxers gone you see him thick, veiny, and curved. You lick up the pre-cum spreading on his tip before enveloping him fully in your mouth. Frankie’s hands transition from gripping the desk to grabbing a fistfull of your hair. He lets out a slew of hushed profanities while you bob your head up and down his length. 

Your tongue licks over his vein and he lets out a loud moan. Frankie can feel his load building and he gently rocks his hips in tandem with your mouth. Your warmth surrounds him, taking him eagerly making it harder for him to keep quiet. You can tell he’s close when he pulses in your mouth and his hips stutter in their steady rhythm. Frankie cums in spurts down your throat, seemingly deflating into the desk. 

Detaching your mouth from his member with a ‘pop’ you sit back on your heels readying yourself to get up. Frankie grabs your arms, carefully standing you back up before fixing his uniform bottom. 

“That was-” Frankie’s would be praise gets cut off by you.

“The best head I’ve ever given, you should count yourself lucky.” Frankie chuckles at your disheveled appearance. Thanks to him your hair was noticeably unruly, knees aching, and a tender jaw. Frankie slinks his way up to you rubbing your jaw with his thumb before giving you a kiss. 

“I do. Wait here I’ll get you a gatorade and start working on your car.” He motions for you to sit on the couch and get comfortable. He keeps his promise giving you cool blue which you gratefully accept. You don’t mean to but the couch is so comfortable you doze off after you’ve chugged your drink. 

Meanwhile Frankie tends to your car, more than he should. Although you asked for an oil change he also added wiper fluid to your windshield wipers and checked your brake pads. He feels the weight of Will’s questions, even if he’ll never ask them. 

“Thought she only needed an oil change.” Will breaks the silence as he watches Frank replace your brake pads.

“Look at her old brake pad,” Frankie let out before muttering “thing’s a fuckin’ death trap.”

Will walks to where your old brake pads in disbelief, there was barely anything left of the padding. “When was the last time she got maintenance?”

“Probably when she bought this thing.” Frankie grunts out.

……………..

You feel yourself being gently shaken awake, you quickly register where you are when making eye contact with the pink unicorn blanket on your body. Frankie’s already removed the empty gatorade bottle from your hand. You sit up to check your phone only to find you’ve been asleep for 4 hours. As if on cue, your stomach lets its disapproval show. 

“C’mon we’re gonna get something to eat and then I’ll drop you home.” Frankie’s declaration only leaves you more puzzled.

“But I only needed an oil change.” You remind him.

“Baby your brake pads were almost non-existent and your engine light is on. Do you know how long it’s been on?” He gently scolds you for 

“I don’t know like a couple of months, it runs just fine.” That was the worst possible answer you could have given him. 

Frankie collects himself before blandly telling you “I’m keeping it overnight to make sure, I don’t even think it’s up to state code.”

You roll your eyes at his insistence and slowly get up from the couch as he guides you to his pick-up. His hands manage to stay on some part of your body for the remainder of the night. 

taglist: @emilianamason

[cuntinyewis]

You know, about the transfem John notion, I feel like there's some really interesting intersections between his feeling trapped in the prison of masculinity and his body image issues and being attracted to Yoko as someone he feels free to give up control to and also feels gives him permission to be comfortably androgynous, and also I keep thinking of this one anecdote with him being thrilled to fit into a pair of May's jeans.

Definitely, and although I don't think he was trans femme, the vibes he gave in Get Back just really attract me. In general, it's interesting that he had a tendency to mimic his partners' appearances at periods of his life (he and Paul, matching in hair, clothes, vibes, mustaches, and later matching clothes, hair, and buzzcuts with Yoko). He probably found the idea of matching vibes romantic--something about one-ness and whatnot. There's that. He also liked to dabble in femininity when the era was ripe for it, as did Paul and George, but I think more than that, the man just liked being skinny. That he got called the Fat Beatle probably really bothered him, and speaking from experience, he probably loved that he could wear tight clothes without hindrance. Society sometimes desexualizes fat people, whereas being thin broadens the horizon for acceptable gender expression that is also considered sexy. Not to mention, queer culture and the modern art scene probably influenced his fashion--there was something delicate and feminine about him that he probably couldn't explore with the Beatles but could with Yoko, the earnest and relatively more open-minded artist. This is going to be a long post if I keep on rambling--there's a lot to say about Lennon's gender and sexuality. Me writing poems, well that's just me being attracted to a John that doesn't exist.

[starkeyisthelastname]

(Here you are my gorgeous babes! 😘💕) Because Dealer!Rafe has enough money and then some more.💰😻💖

You knew Rafe sold drugs, the first interaction of you two was because you needed weed and your friend knew of him. You just didn’t know the depth of it and nor did Rafe want you too. He would always tell you that you were too damn pretty to worry about it, never needing to really reveal how dangerous of a man he was.

Banks runs were a fun day, riding in the passenger seat of his blacked out Range Rover like the princess you were. Fresh mani-pedi, lash extensions thick, pretty Louis bag sitting next to your hip. He would have one ringed hand on the steering wheel, other hand holding his phone as he talked to Barry about something you didn’t understand or would even question. You already had tried that before, and was reassured Rafe could defend himself.

“Stay here, pretty girl.” He would tell you, phone still pressed to his ear as he began to open the drivers side door. You turned your head as you applied the Dior lipgloss in the mirror, looking at him with a glossy pout.

“Can I go in this time?” You asked, long lashes fluttering at him.

Rafe shook his head, gripping your jaw firmly to make you look up at him. “Quit fuckin pouting, you’re too goddamn gorgeous for that shit.” He said, voice low. “Let daddy handle his business and maybe you’ll get something.”

You nodded, eyes looking up at him like the perfect little doll you were. He loved every second of spoiling you with the massive amounts of trap money he made. He pulled you in for a sloppy kiss before pulling back with a smirk on his lips. He never had committed to any girl or ever wanted to, but something about you was different and he would give you whatever the fuck your precious heart desired.

You waited as patiently as you could, eyes glancing up at the door ever so often until you saw your tall boyfriend walking out of the bank, a couple blue bags in hand. He was so effortlessly sexy wearing his white tee, a gold chain resting against his collarbone, and fresh buzzcut bringing how his handsome face. He got into the drivers seat, setting two out of the three blue bags in the center console next to a shiny gun. He closed it, before handing you the one bag he left out.

Unzipping it, you looked into the bag to see bundle of cash wrapped in rubber bands and colorful tabs. He chuckled as you looked up at him, eyes a little wide at the amount.

“Go fucking crazy mama, daddy’s got plenty more to go around.” Rafe laughed, looking over his shoulder as he backed out of the parking space. He was a fucking boss and his money and girl were the only two priorities he was worried about. “You are a pretty princess aren’t ya? Pretty princesses deserve expensive shit.” He said, hand coming over to possessively grab your thigh.

[a-drama-addict]

can i get alone, betrayal, break, ghost, hide, pain, and skin for my friend sigrid

hihohihio we're hurting my daughter today everyone gather 'round [ask game]

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

Sigrid doesn't feel lonely easily. She usually feels fine on her own, at least she thinks so. She wants to be fine alone. Big groups unsettle her, closeness unsettles her. Yet Sigrid yearns for it all the same, when she's completely alone she gets anxious. She'll scratch her arms, walk around in circles, almost like a caged animal in a sense. But if she's alone, just temporarily, she's fine. She enjoys moments to herself.

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

Hmmm I don't think Sigrid has really betrayed someone herself. But she's definitely been, and felt, betrayed. Orin, directly honestly. Sigrid really cared for Orin when they were both Bhaal's child, when they were together a lot. Sigrid didn't expect to be... Tadpoled by Orin. She may not have remembered for a really long time, but when she does, it's definitely betrayal.

She's felt betrayed by Karlach, but that doesn't mean she was actually 'betrayed.' Hearing that Karlach accepts her fate whenever they talk of it is like a punch to the gut. Sigrid doesn't want Karlach to die, Karlach doesn't deserve death, and to hear Karlach be okay with her life ending like this because it's with people she cares about in a place she loves? Sigrid understands, but she doesn't want to hear or think of it.

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

Hm. I think death terrifies Sigrid ironically enough. She feels this imminent dread thinking of her own demise, or the demise of ones she cares about. I think she'd break down if she were gravely injured, begging almost not to die. She wouldn't want to leave the world when she feels she only just discovered herself.

And people definitely have seen Sigrid at her lowest. Act III is NOT a sexy time for Sigrid. Sigrid in has a full on breakdown in the beginning-ish of act III when she discovers she's a Bhaalspawn- staying up all night in a frenzied panic attack. Sigrid's little breakdown buzzcut isn't even necessarily done by herself- she was tearing out her own hair out of stress. And her pacing eventually woke Jaheira, who offered to... help after Sigrid had calmed down enough. (POV: my mom cuts my hair after i tear my hair out during a breakdown)

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

Sigrid's past. She doesn't remember everything of course, but the thought of what she has done is enough. She's heard second-hand what she's caused, thousand deaths- cannibalism, necrophilia- it's not the nicest things to hear about yourself. Even if she wasn't in full control it wasn't... not her. It's her regardless of who was in 'control'. She regrets her past life the most. And quite honestly she deals with it by just... talking? Whenever she feels like she needs to she can talk, she writes, she paints. Sigrid tries to forgive herself but it's hard.

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

Sigrid doesn't hide much, but she usually tries to hide the scar on her throat post-game. That scar- and the one across her face- were acts she had done for Bhaal, as a form of worship. Offering blood to your Father, can't beat that. She wears bandanas, turtlenecks, scarfs.. anything that hides it. The one across her face is a little harder to hide.

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

hmmm.. Probably when she was in the Mindflayer colony with Kressa Bonedaughter. Being cut open and put back together repeatedly over the course of several days, during which she was unable to speak or do anything but attempt to inflict violence on herself or others, was not the most pleasant time to say the least.

Sigrid does have a high pain tolerance, but she isn't... happy about that. Gods only know how she built that tolerance.

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

Ah, Sigrid hates her body at times. In Act I she felt detached to it, like it's a vessel that acts against her thoughts. She doesn't want to acknowledge anything was wrong, because why would it be?

In Act III she definitely still grapples with herself, she acknowledges her past, that her body is wrong in a sense. She was brought back and came out wrong, but not worse than she was before. Sigrid can't think of herself at her worst days, but tries to improve on her best.

[batmanshole]

ok bald guy general red / green flags:

green flags: cute, seems nice, respectful, follows lgbt and palestine pages, literally so fucking hot idk if that qualifies as a green flag but, nice to teachers, drinks a lot of water, tries to keep the convo going, speaks another language that isnt english or french, has a cool tattoo,

red flags: music taste SORRY. follows some cringy meme pages but. whatever

sexy red flags: seems to like knives? looks like he could kill someone. works at a gym. scary.

beige flags (could go either way): buff white dude with buzzcut, rugby player, doesn't drink coffee OR tea

[evansbby]

BESTIE I LITERALLY WENT TO THE CINEMA TODAY, to see the hunger games and all i could think about was corilanus snows buzzut 😫😫

AHHHHHHH OMFG WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE MOVIE?!?

Buzzcut Snow with the white t shirt and the dog tag chain was sooo sexy 🥵🥵🥵 and also him at the end with the red coat and styled hair 😮‍💨😮‍💨

[eldritchsurveys]

1207.

Would you ever kiss someone with facial hair? >> I have and I would again.

Have you ever drooled in public? >> Maybe whilst sleeping.

Have you ever yelled at an electronic as if it could hear you? >> I prefer not to yell at my electronics, but I definitely do speak to them as if they can comprehend and respond accordingly.

Have you ever been bitten by a dog? >> I have not.

Would you ever shave your head? >> I have a buzzcut and I have also shaved it down to the scalp in the past. I prefer the buzz, though, it feels better to the touch.

Have you ever burnt yourself with a lighter? >> I don't think so.

Would you ever meet someone you met online? >> I have done this several times and I'm always open to doing it.

Where do you wanna live when you grow up? >> Definitely not here.

Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? >> Some kind of lounge pant, I guess. It's not sweatpants and not pajama pants either, I don't think. Just soft cottony type pants. Would you get married if you could right now? >> I am already married.

Is there anyone you want to see right now? >> There is not.

What were you doing 12 a.m. last night? >> Sleeping.

Are you a mean person? >> Meanness is definitely a quality I have and have exhibited in spades. It's usually reactionary, as opposed to something I do just because I want to.

What are you looking forward to? >> Hmm.

What color are your eyes? >> Dark brown.

When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep? .

Is your last name extremely common, like Gonzalez? >> It is extremely uncommon. Who was your first good kiss with?: . Would you kiss this person again?: . Who was you hottest bf/gf besides the one you have now?: . What’s your sexy song?: .

How often do you drink water?: >> Uh... at least once an hour? I don't keep track or anything, I just be sippin.

Name something that is on your bedroom wall?: >> A big Dark Tower movie promotion poster featuring Matthew McConaughey's character. What accessory do you want in your bedroom?: >> I don't really want much more in here, it's busy enough as it is for my tastes.

If you could paint your walls any color what would it be?: >> A dusky purple could be nice. Or a dusky pink.

What are you drinking right now?: >> Water. Would you rather have 9 fingers or 8 toes?: >> Eight toes, I guess?

What does your phone case look like?: >> It's just black. I have also affixed a PopSocket to it that has a bees-and-flowers pattern. What do you take the most pictures of?: >> Random plants, it seems. Where do you want to go next for vacation?: .

What do you do when you are stressed out?: >> It depends.

If you get into an argument what is it usually about?: .

Place you love to go?: >> This is so general I don't even know where to begin.

What do you really feel like doing right now?: .

Name something sexy about your significant other: .

What is the last thing you ate?: >> I had a bagel sandwich. A really mediocre one, store-bought bagels are so not good lol. But hey, they were free.

Something weird you eat but love?: >> Everything I eat is normalised to me.

Are you on a diet?: >> Certainly fucking not.

How much weight have you gained in the last 5 years?: >> I'm not sure. I gained a significant amount of weight in the first few years of moving out here because I was no longer malnourished, but it stabilised after that, so I assume this is my body's preferred weight and it's not going to fluctuate from it more than a few pounds here and there.

What kind of athletic things do you do?: >> I don't think I do anything particularly "athletic".

If you could be a professional in any sport what would it be?: >> I'd really rather not.

Would you rather write your own book or make your own movie?: . What is one of your goals for the rest of this year?: .

Why are you proud of yourself?: >> I just am, man. I'm pretty dope.

Why are you ashamed of yourself?: >> Because I have developmental trauma and shame has been instilled in me since childhood.