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stachmousworld · 4 years

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I could buy the mall...(Bucky’s Kitty)

I can’t let them go. They are both wild and I love it. Also, Mafia Bucky is my absolute favorite. He is shameless and horny and powerful and rich and considerate.

Tags: voyeurism, sex in a public space (sorry Granny!) , squirting, vaginal fingering, daddy kink, no use of protection.

Pairing: Bucky x Y/N

Words: 1764

@niquemorris This one, right here, is scandalous 👀👀

Part 1 - Part 2 -

They walked through the mall looking for the hygiene aisle.

“What do we need?” Bucky asked for the umpteenth times.

“We?” She asked, amused.

Bucky suddenly kissed the side of her neck making her squeal.

“Yes, we. Whatever you need I need it too.”

She chuckled. “So, do you have something to tell me?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “I need pads. My period are coming next week,” she explained, with a little knowing smile.

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh.”

“Well I need them too,” he stated, stubborn.

She stopped in her tracks and raised her eyes to the ceiling.

“Bucky, Baby, I love you, you know that. But you are a heterosexual cisman. Why would you need pads?”

Bucky caressed his bearded jaw. “Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted with a childish pout.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath.

It didn’t take long before they found the right aisle. She was browsing different kinds of pads looking for the right one, meaning not too expensive. Brands created new pads that were supposed to be revolutionary and finally were not. She took a look at the composition of each and analyzed slowly the components.

“What are you doing?” Bucky muttered in her ear.

She shivered and nudged his head away. Persistent as always, Bucky hugged her from behind and kissed the top of her head.

“Bucky,” she whined. “Stop trying to distract me. It’s important.”

“Reading the composition of your pads is that serious.”

She finally reached the end of a long list of chemicals and answered, pensive. “Certain chemicals could cause cancer, which I’m sure you don’t want me to have.”

Bucky hummed, tightening his arms around her. “Not my little Kitty,” he said with a hint of possessiveness.

She tensed when she heard her nickname. There was only one reason why he’d use it. She pushed her butt against his groin and rolled her eyes. He was hard.

“Really, Bucky, in the mall? In broad daylight?” He rolled his hips against her backside. “And what made you horny? It can’t be pads?”

Bucky bit her lobe making her gasp. She tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let go. The only thing she could do was letting him do whatever he wanted. She glanced around and noticed an elderly woman staring at them.

She smiled awkwardly, trying to look as normal as possible. The woman sneered. She patted Bucky’s hand away from her skirt. But his second hand was quicker.

“Bucky, someone is watching,” she said through her teeth.

There was a moment of stillness. She could feel Bucky’s head moving behind her. She looked straightforward not wanting to partake into whatever Bucky was doing.

“Done,” he said, happy.

“Done wh—” She started. Bucky bit her neck and went back to his previous position. His hand was now under her skirt. She shrugged him away. Or she tried.

“Bucky…” she complained. Fucking hell…his fingers were already on her panties, circling her clit with ease. He nudged her legs open.

“Don’t care about anyone. Could fuck you right now and give them the show of their life.” He massaged her boob, pinching her nipple. She gasped and dropped her head. “Or better, I could buy the mall...”

The more he played with her clit the less she cared about being seen. Her resolution was slowly melting…god, she had to stop…

He slid two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. She bit her lips, holding on dear life to the shelf.

“Are you going to make a mess, Kitty?” He growled in her ear.

She didn’t have time to process what he said that he stopped. She leaned forward, pressing her head against the cold shelf and tried clear her mind. She had to put a stop. Right now.

“Is everything okay?” A young voice said. “A woman said she saw you doing…inappropriate stuff.”

“And?” Bucky retorted, gruff.

“An- and it is not legal…” The young employee stopped talking. “…Sir.”

“Do you know who I am, Kid?” Bucky slid his hand away from her pussy and spanked her butt making her yelp. He raised his hand to the employee and showed the signet ring around his glistening finger.

“Oh my God…” The young man replied, shocked. “I’m going to –.”

“Close the mall,” Bucky cut him coldly.

What?

“What?” The employee asked with a high-pitched voice.

“Yep. You see, my Kitty and I have some unfinished business. So unless you want to be on the front row of the best porn of your life, you better be quick.”

There was a moment of stillness, which didn’t seem to please Bucky. She glanced at the employee for the first time. His face was a burning red and he was stuttering silently. Bucky groaned, clearly annoyed. She heard the unmistakable sound of his belt.

She tried to turn around, but he forced her to lean on the shelf. The employee immediately took off to her biggest relief.

“Bucky what the fuck?!” She exclaimed, indignant, but painfully aroused. The fact that her man, the mafia boss, could just fuck her in the middle of the mall and no one would tell them shit was…thrilling. But she couldn’t let him know. If Bucky found out she was as depraved as he…

“What do you want Granny?” He barked suddenly making her jump.

Her head snapped to the right, where the old lady was back. Bucky kept unbuttoning his jeans, not even embarrassed.

“Degenerate!” She screamed, with a shrill voice.

Bucky pushed his jeans and boxer down and stood there, his erection standing proudly. He lifted her skirt and exposed her naked butt.

She didn’t know how to react. The entire situation was….unbelievable. Was she dreaming? Was that really happening?

Bucky teared her thong away from her pussy and slapped her butt with his dick.

“Don’t be jealous of us, Granny, you had all of your youth to get pounded. If you missed your chance, that’s on you.”

The woman’s face scrunched in disgust and obvious hatred.

“You’ll burn in hell!” She kept screaming.

Bucky didn’t reply to her own surprise. Instead, he gripped her hips massaging her them firmly. Why wasn’t he replying? She looked at the woman whose eyes were now on her.

“What would your dad say about his daughter being a slut.”

She opened her mouth to reply when Bucky cut her off.

“I’m okay with it.”

“You are not her dad!” She sneered.

“You hear what Granny said, Kitty? I’m not your dad.” He leaned forward. “What’s my name, Baby girl?”

She swallowed with difficulty.

“Daddy,” she mumbled.

He slapped her butt making her yelp.

“What’s my name?” He said, loudly.

She bit her lips, mortified. So, that was where she draw the line. At screaming Bucky’s nickname. But being fucked in the middle of the mall was ok.

“Are you embarrassing me in front of our public?” He growled, coldly.

She barely got the time to respond that he slammed into her. Her entire body tensed as pleasure lit all of her nerves.

“Daddy,” she yelled.

Her breath was rattled, and she was seeing black spot. She thanked the Lord that he didn’t start moving straight away.

“You heard that Granny, I am Daddy!” He screamed.

She heard the old woman yell something back, but it got lost when his dick moved inside her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the quick drag.

Bucky held her upright and pushed her crop top over her boobs. Her bras were quickly discarded.

“You see that Granny! That’s my fucking whore.” He changed the angle and thrusted deeper. Her head lolled on his shoulder. She moaned his name like a prayer. “I’ll fuck her wherever and whenever I want.”

He didn’t give her any warning. Bucky grabbed one of her leg and then other, hoisting her open wide. He pounded into her, using his own strength not even losing breath as he used her as he wished. At each thrust, his dick went deeper making her toes curl.

“Caress your nipples for Daddy,” he moaned into her ear. “You’re so good to me. Always wet and ready…”

She obeyed and played with her harden nipples. She pinched them hard enough to be painful, like she liked.

Bucky’s thrusts were getting shallower. His dick pulsated in her pussy and she knew he was about to come. She tried to bring herself over the edge. He bit her neck.

“You’ll come undone, or you won’t.”

He didn’t change the pace but the angle. One moment she was comfortably reaching her orgasm, the other she was struck by lightning. Bucky’s dick was ramming her pussy. His groans in her hears sounded heavenly.

“My fucking whore, I’ll fuck you some more in the car…” He jostled her and let her fall down on his dick. “I’m sure the kid is jerking off behind his little camera like a little perv. Probably thinking about fucking you six ways to Sundays.”

Her walls spasmed and clenched around him as she came. He didn’t slow down.

“You liked that ideas, huh? Flash news, for you…you are mine.”

His entire body tensed. Hot ribbon of cum coated her slippery walls. She sighed dreamingly. He released each leg one after the other and helped her staying on her unsteady feet.

“You didn’t squirt,” he remarked, calmly. His penis, now soft, was still hanging out of his boxers. he didn’t seem to care at all.

She chuckled, high. “Don’t always. ‘m not a machine.”

Bucky pouted. “I want you to squirt.”

She shrugged or tried. Bucky pushed her back on the shelf. He pushed her legs open, kneeled in front of her and buried his head in her wet cunt. Her hands went straight to his long hair as he dived deeper into her folds.

“Bucky…” She moaned, loudly. “Too much.”

Bucky’s tongue circled her clit ferociously. He dragged his finger along her slit and toyed with the rim. She was trying to stay conscious, but her mind wouldn’t. all that mattered was his fingers and tongue.

He slowly penetrated two digits in, curving his callous fingers against her sore spot.

She didn’t last long. A few licks and she squirted. She whined and complained at the sudden lack of pressure on her clit. Bucky kept pumping his fingers inside her, milking her orgasm.

“I know Kitty, I know. But you gotta give our viewers a grand final,” he explained with a gleeful expression. “Although, it is a shame to waste all of that juice.”

He slapped her clit accenting her orgasm until the stream lessened.

“Good girl,” Bucky complimented her, still kneling on the floor. He leaned and licked her wet thighs to her groin. He hummed and moaned eyes closed.

“Truly a shame.”

Fin

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aelin-queen-of-terrasen · 4 years

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Could you do a Rowaelin one shot where Aelin is pregnant and freaking out about how Rowan will react because of what happened with Lyria?

Thanks for the prompt! Here's some fluff to make up for all the angst I've been posting lately.

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Rowan didn't know what to make of the fact that his own wife was avoiding him. When he had left for a short, diplomatic visit to Adarlan a week ago, Aelin had been all about indecent comments and shameless displays of affection in front of their whole court.

Now, she refused to see him.

There were times after the war when Aelin dreamt of being locked up in the iron coffin. Some of those times, Rowan's embrace was the only thing that got her through the night and other times, she refused to even talk to him. It was on those days that she seeked Fenrys' company, when nothing else comforted her. But she wasn't spending time with Fenrys either and it worried Rowan to no end.

He was at the verge of losing his self control when he spotted Aelin walking out of Lysandra's chambers where she was spending her nights these days.

"Aelin," he said softly.

Her eyes snapped to his, widening in panic before she backed a few steps. "I need to see Elide about something." And she was walking away again.

Rowan had had enough. He needed to know everything was fine between them, needed to know his mate, his fireheart was fine, needed to know what he had done to deserve her cold shoulder. He would take her burning rage any day over this cruel silence she was punishing him with. "What did I do, Aelin? Please tell me what I did wrong because I do not understand," his voice broke when he spoke the last few words. He hated how broken it sounded.

Her steps faltered. She halted, the hallway growing quiet save for Rowan's ragged breathing. She turned. "It's not—you don't—you didn't do anything."

He hated the way her voice sounded more, fearful and shaken. Hoarse, as if she had been screaming for hours before and empty, so empty.

"Then what are you punishing me for, Aelin?" He stepped forward, one tentative step at first.

When she didn't back away, Rowan decreased the distance between them, one hand cupping her cheek as the other slid around her waist. Her turquoise eyes scanned his face as if committing the sight to her memory. Tears slid down her cheeks, past Rowan's hand. He wiped them away, patiently waiting for his fireheart to explain what plagued her so badly.

When she said nothing, Rowan pleaded with her, "What's wrong, Fireheart?"

The words were her undoing because in the quietest voice he had ever heard her use, Aelin said, "I am pregnant." There was fear in her eyes and anticipation. Her eyes were red rimmed, her scent changed slightly enough that Rowan had missed it with all that was happening between him and Aelin recently. His brave, fearless queen looked timid, shaken. He hated it.

Rowan said, "If you don't want the child, Aelin, I'll support you in it. This is your choice—"

She sniffed again, fingers on his lips. Then taking a deep breath as if to brace herself for a blow: "I do. I want this child but I don't—I am sorry, so sorry." She buried her face in his chest, face wet with tears as she mumbled apologies again and again. Rowan was stunned, perplexed.

If it wasn't that, then what else was she apologising for? "Fireheart, why are you sorry? I'm here, tell me, love."

"I don't—I'd understand if you don't want—" her voice broke completely, body shaking with the force of her sobs as Rowan gaped at her, realisation dawning on him. He took her into his arms and when she tried to pull back, thrashing in his arms, eyes blurred with tears, Rowan lifted her head up and their eyes met.

"Aelin, love, look at me." He let her see the truth of his words in those pine green eyes. "There is nothing I want more in this world. Nothing."

She looked uncertain still, eyes scanning his face for any sign of hesitation. Rowan let the tears in his eyes speak of his happiness, let his smile talk for the both of them as he pulled her close again and breathed in her scent.

She wrapped her arms around him again, whimpering with relief before she kissed him. Once, twice, thrice.

Rowan scooped his queen into his arms as she clung to him, tears dripping down her face still. These were tears of happiness and relief and joy. They were almost at the door of their chambers when Aelin sighed. "Thank Gods that is resolved now. If I spent one more night with Lysandra, Aedion would have chopped my head off."

"Not if Lysandra killed him first," Rowan said, then added: "I love you, Fireheart."

Aelin smiled and the expression was brimming with arrogance as she leaned over to kiss him. "I know. I love me too." Rowan couldn't stop the rumbling laugh that followed.

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angelicbrokenburd-a · 3 years

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churchkey · 4 years

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Our Daily Winnix

@easy-company-tradition asked for some canon-era Winnix fluff, and here’s what I came up with.

1,400 words. Teen with some sexy and period-typical language. And unbuttoned trousers. Many thanks and loves to @anthrobrat for the beta and hc-ing help <3

“Are you listening?”

They were crammed shoulder to shoulder in a bed too small for two mostly-dressed full-grown men. The cigarette bobbing between Nix’s lips kept dropping ashes down the front of his open shirt and Dick craned his neck trying to avoid the curling trail of smoke rising from its tip.

“Yes,” Dick said petulantly. “Stop asking me that.”

“Then pay attention.” Nix flicked the edge of the paper with the middle finger of his right hand. “This is important.”

“So read it.”

Nix took a drag off his cigarette, arching one indignant eyebrow as he blew the smoke up toward the ceiling. He cleared his throat.

“Where the hell was I?” he mumbled. “Ah. Here we are. ‘After the patrol, led by Sgt. Martin, completed another successful crossing of the Rhine, they again advanced on the suspected OP, only to discover that it was not an OP at all, but rather a brothel’ -”

Dick huffed and turned his head to look at the disheveled man lying next to him. “Nix.”

“What’d I say about interrupting?” He knocked his boot against Dick’s at the foot of the bed.

“Sorry,” Dick said, chuckling as he turned onto his side and propped his cheek in his hand. “Tell me all about the German prostitutes.”

Nix dragged on his cigarette again and went back to the report.

“‘The whores had been expecting them and had deployed themselves in the most erotic formation possible. The men found themselves at a considerable disadvantage, having lost both the element of surprise and any resistance they may have otherwise been able to mount, their ranks being comprised of grunts who’ve not gotten laid in many months and at least three virgins.’”

Dick laughed again and shifted his body to align it more comfortably next to Nix. He began idly rubbing the pad of his thumb over the raised bumps of Lew’s dog tags. Lew dropped his cigarette into the chipped coffee cup on the nightstand and stretched his arm around Dick’s shoulders.

“‘Naturally concerned about the possibility of contracting a venereal disease or being turned to swine, Sgt. Martin decided that the safest course of action would be to abort the mission. The team radioed their CO, Capt. Speirs, to inform him of the failure to secure any prisoners, but as he was busy executing phase 2 of his crafty and incredibly subtle seduction of the company’s newest commissioned lieutenant, the patrol did not receive orders to return.’”

Nix paused to glance over at Dick. He wet his lips, the corners of which began to rise in a sly grin.

“‘They then attempted to contact the senior staff assholes who’d sent them on this pointless mission in the first place, but, taking advantage of the fact that they’d both recently showered, Capts. Nixon and Winters were otherwise occupied in sucking each other off for the first time in -”

“Stop.” Dick slapped the paper against Nix’s chest. “Jesus. You’re shameless, you know that?”

“What?” Nix asked innocently. “Is it too vague? Should I add something about what the whores were wearing?”

Dick just shook his head faintly and looked back up at the ceiling. He felt Lew’s fingers at the back of his head, coiling tufts of his hair into unkempt swirls.

“Is that true, about Speirs?” he asked after a quiet moment. “Is he really a queer?”

Nix shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.” He looked down at his open fly and tried to draw the flaps together with one hand. “Yeah, I kinda think so. Or maybe just for the time being. Hey, there’s a good Army acronym - QUA. Queer Until Armistice.”

Dick didn’t want to think about that. He knew that whatever he and Nix had together might not survive the translation into civilian life, but he hated to think of the feelings as temporary, just a phase that would fade into the distance like the receding coastline as the ship carried them home. If it had to end, he wanted them to be the ones to end it.

Instead, he indulged the unchristian impulse to gossip, telling himself that, as Battalion XO, he had a professional need to know. And anyway, they’d been evaluating the character traits of the rank and file since the day they’d been entrusted to their care. It wasn’t like they were going to spread it around, them, of all people.

“How do you know?”

Nix hummed evasively.

“Lew?” Dick elbowed him. “I’m serious, what makes you think he’s a queer?”

“He… one time - ” Nix shifted away from Dick and turned to lie on his side. “One time he asked me if - you know.”

Dick shook his head. “No. Asked you what?”

��If he could - you know.” Nix revolved his hand at his wrist in a gesture that Dick knew he was supposed to interpret as being obvious.

“Just tell me.”

Nix looked into his eyes for a moment and then spit it out, matter-of-factly. “If he could suck my cock.”

Dick blinked a few times, his mouth falling open in shock. “Are you serious?”

Nix nodded.

“When was this?”

“Shit, when the hell was that?” Nix mumbled to himself, looking down at the unbuttoned front of Dick’s shirt. “Nijmegen? Or were we still in Aldbourne?” He looked back up at Dick. “It was raining outside, I do remember that.”

Dick nodded thoughtfully, becoming fascinated by the vortex of feelings swirling around inside of him. He didn’t know if he had a good reason to feel any of them, so he just observed, tried to name them. Oh, that’s jealousy. There goes curiosity. Insecurity? Where did you come from?

“What did you say?”

“I told him to get in line!” Nix nodded over his shoulder, pointing his thumb at an imaginary queue of eager would-be oral sex partners.

Dick shook his head faintly, waiting for Lew to say more, but he was quiet.

“So you didn’t?”

Nix blinked a few times, his brow scrunched in some charming combination of confused and affronted. “Of course I didn’t.”

Dick paused a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was quiet and sweet around the edges. “Why not?”

Nix dropped his head and gaped at him. “What the hell do you mean ‘why not’?”

Dick turned back on his side so they were facing each other. He shrugged, one coy shoulder lifting and falling in a pretense that Nix had surely learned to see through by now.

“Oh I get it,” Nix said softly. He began looping his fingers through the buttonholes of Dick’s shorts. “You’re gonna make me say it, huh?”

“Well.” Dick slid a little closer to him. “I’ve just never known you to turn down sex. So why not?”

“Why not,” Nix murmured, echoing him. His eyes fell to Dick’s mouth for a moment and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “Maybe ‘cause I’m your guy.”

“Maybe?” Dick murmured back. “You sure about that?”

Nix hummed and tugged at Dick’s shorts, as though doing so would bring the rest of this body closer too. “I don’t know. Are you still my guy?”

Dick let himself really smile then, unguarded, his face lighting up with all the affection and tenderness and passion and devotion he was alway so careful to keep hidden, even from Nix. Even from himself. But they both knew it was always there, and these moments when they could show it were worth all the blood and dirt and cold and death, all the hell they’d had to endure. Loving him was worth everything.

“Yeah. I suppose I am.”

Dick tucked his chin and tilted his head to the side. He kissed Lew slowly, gently, like they were just two lovers saying goodnight, like they hadn’t just hastily gotten each other off in a bombed out house with the occasional mortar falling a few yards away.

He knew that in a few minutes they’d have to button up their pants and do something about their hair, that Lew would have to leave to write a real fake report, and that he’d have to pin on those bars and become Captain Winters again. But for a little while longer he could just be here. He could lay back against the mattress, and kiss the rumpled, handsome man in his bed, and just be Nix’s guy.

#winnix #fluff #asks #band of brothers #band of brothers fic #lewis nixon #dick winters

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Layers

Summary: Dean’s latest fling hated he was wearing too many layers; you think it’s sexy…

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: angst, jealousy, mentions of sexual intercourse (interrupted), shameless flirting, ogling, tension, dirty talk, needy Dean, a hint of a cruel reader, implied smut

Another lonely night passed, and you wake up with a sore body. After a particularly rough hunt, Dean left the bar with a random chick while Sam and you decided to take the opportunity and do some research for the next case Jody told you about.

It took you the whole night so even after a refreshing shower you are still tired and pissed. Normally you try to ignore the jealousy welling up but last night was different. Dean was talking to you, cupping your cheek and you thought he would finally make a move but sadly he preferred another woman… again.

Rummaging in your bag you try to find a new pair of panties as someone opens your door. Assuming it’s Sam you don’t look up only to hear someone whistle behind you.

“What a way to wish me a good morning…” Just now you realize Dean must’ve gotten a glimpse of your naked ass. Squealing you toss a shoe at the tall hunter, who just catches it, chuckling.

“You didn’t have to stare, Winchester. I bet the chick last night had a way better ass…” Muttering you don’t look at Dean while you search for your prey.

“Gotcha!” Waving your panties, you chuckle. “Little bitch tried to hide from my preying eye.” Dean let out a low growl at the sight of your still wet body and the flimsy panties in your hands.

Surprised by the odd noise leaving his lips you look over your shoulder to see Dean almost drooling, while his eyes roam your body. Tongue wetting his lips he tightens the grip at his bag.

“Seriously, Dean? Didn’t you get enough action last night? I bet she was a good little slut.” Not able to keep the disgust out of your tone you glare at Dean who doesn’t stop staring at you.

“I got nothing last night…” Now he drops his bag, slumping onto the chair to look up at you. “Am I wearing too many layers to be sexy?” He asks and you choke on air. Is that a trick? Does he know about your secret kink?

“UH—ahem…I’ve got no clue what you are talking about, Dean.” Praying your face did not give away your dirty thoughts you look Dean straight in the face.

“The chick last night got bored after trying to get me out of my layers…” Dean explains, pointing toward the clothes his wearing.

Head tilted you eye Dean up and down while your fingers start fisting your towel. “I think…uh…it’s sexy…”

“Sexy?” Dean searches your face, not getting what you mean he waits for an explanation. While you are too distracted by imagining to peel Dean out of all his layers you start daydreaming and a dirty grin appears all over his face.

“Y/N?”

“Oh, yeah….” Clearing your throat, you secure the towel before you sit onto the chair next to Dean. Lower lip trapped between his teeth he tries so hard to not stare at your damp hair or the water running down your collarbone.

“I need to know, Y/N…please…”

“For fuck’s sake, it’s hot, okay. I imagine peeling you out of all these layers, slowly. I would start with your jacket, shoving it down your broad shoulders while you look at me with those hungry eyes. Then…” Now you get up to get to his side, fisting his hair to make Dean look up at you. “I would kiss you roughly, sweeping my tongue over these plush lips.”

Panting heavily, cock straining against his pants Dean moves one hand to your thighs, stroking the soft skin. “…and then?” His voice is hoarse, pupils’ lust-blown the tall hunter wants you to keep on talking.

“Then, Baby I would unbutton your flannel, slowly. Button for button till you are a panting mess. Hmm…maybe I would nip at your jaw meanwhile. When I’m done I would shove it roughly down your shoulders.” Dean is barely able to think straight when you straddle his lap to grind against his erection.

“Y/N…please…”

“Ah…let me finish this first…” Your fingers slide through his hair, making a mess out of it as you keep on talking. “Finished with your flannel I would push you against the wall, shoving your shirt up to your body while my tongue slides over your stomach up to your nipples to gently bite the nubs.”

Dean’s losing his mind slowly with the way you grind against him and the words leaving your lips. Your eyes meet his green orbs and you shake your head when he tries to kiss you.

“Nope. I’m not done, Dean. I would get rid of your shirt and then…” Chuckling you lean closer, pressing your breasts into his chest while your lips and teeth nip along his ear shell. “I would open your belt, followed by your zipper and shove your pants and boxers down to get access to my goal. OH, Dean…I would take you in my mouth, but before I would wet my lips to make it better for you, big boy.”

“OH…GOD!” Dean is close to creaming his pants the moment you bite his neck before you moan against him. “Please…fuck…”

“I’m not done, Dean.” There’s an evil grin on your face but Dean can’t see it as you bite his neck again, not caring about the way your body reacts to the tall hunter. “Right before you could cum down my throat I would drop my towel and show you how wet you made me. I would crawl onto the bed over there, show you my ass and you could take me hard for the rest of the night while I scream your name loud enough for Sammy to hear it…”

“Do it…all of it.” Dean gasps trying to get hold of your towel as you leave his lap, shrugging. “Nope…”

“Nope?” Confused Dean watches you grabbing your clothes, giving him a wink.

“Yeah, nope. I’m no consolation prize, Dean. Last night, I would’ve done all these things with you as you flirted with me. You touched me and I was so goddamn wet to get going right away but you…”

Smirking you drop the towel, making Dean growl low in his throat. “…preferred leaving the bar with this boring chick without fantasy or passion. I’m not doing it with you as you found no one else…”

The bathroom door slams shut behind you and Dean is blinking a few times, realizing he could’ve had the night of his life, maybe for the rest of his life if he didn’t ignore you…

He’s sitting on the chair, cock painfully throbbing when he hears Sam opening the door, smirking at his brother. “Didn’t get any, huh?”

“Bitch!”

“Well, Y/N was in a bad mood too. Muttered the whole night about layers and musk. Got no clue what she meant.”

Sam keeps on talking until you leave the bathroom. Wearing more layers than ever. Jacket. Flannel. Shirt. Dean’s eyes darken and he jumps up to push his brother out of the room, locking it.

“Now, Baby Girl, I’m going to peel you out of these layers…” Smirking Dean stalks toward you, shoving his jacket down his shoulders and you gasp. “Going to do it for you and any other night…” Dean licks his lips, unbuttoning his flannel. “…you can peel me out of my layers from now on…”

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#spn #spn fanfiction #tension #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester SPN #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean x you #dean winchester one shot

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frcmshadcws · 5 years

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{ ⊽ }{ ⊼ }{ ⋀ }{ ⋂ }{ ⋑ }{ ⋒ } count on me to always send the entire meme

Hello yes, I would die for you.

Get To Know Ray || Meme Capped / No Longer Accepting

{ ⊽ } —- link some of your favorite partners!

Rapid-fire promo time? Gladly - seriously, if you’re not following any of these people, you’re missing out.

For starters: @gctita — you absolute doll, did you think you could send this without being formally mentioned? Check out Cookie, everyone; she’s a lovely person to have as a mutual.

@theabandonedones / @empathystricken / any of Kerri’s other blogs tbh — follow my partner in crime; they’re phenomenal.

@rcttengang / @hawkinsgoth / any of Dee’s other blogs!

@mcuntainbcrn !

@goreburdened !

@vampirege !

And I could probably mention others, but I’ll leave it there.

{ ⊼ } —- what’s your favorite thing about rp?

My favorite thing about RPing has always been the wide variety of different people you can meet via this hobby, and the life-long friends that I’ve made across various RPCs. Above all else, that’s always going to be my ‘favorite’ thing about being here.

But beyond that? The chance to creatively write, without worrying about if it’s “perfect” or “professionally written.” This has always provided a relaxing break from my more ‘serious’ writing (be that my poetry or WIP stories), and it’s helped me to improve my writing without getting burnt out on the practice.

{ ⋀ } —- talk about your favorite ship!

Okay so here’s the thing: I’m a shipping whore.

That being said, asking me to pick a ‘favorite’ ship is nearly s impossible as asking me to pick a favorite song — I genuinely can’t. So instead, I’m going to talk about a few favorites real quick!

In-Fandom Ships: Alucard x Walter owns my heart & soul, and likely always will. I’ve tried not to be too blatant about that over the years, on my blogs, but ah- I’ve reached that phase in life where I’m pretty shameless about ‘shipping on main’ now. You’ll likely be able to pick up on this, from various posts here, and I am not sorry for that. (This being said, I have a lot of in-fandom ships, and there’s plenty of others that I adore.)

Ships With Kerri: I fucking adore most of my ships with this angel, and picking favorites is never gonna be easy. But the first two that come to mind? Our ship with Walter & Kai, is an old favorite that I will never get sick of. And our ship with Alucard & Benjamin, is a newfound favorite that I’ll probably be talking about for years now.

Other Ships: This ship may not be nearly as developed as the previously mentioned ones, but honestly? Dee and I’s ship with Ripley & Alucard, owns my fucking heart too.

{ ⋂ } —- describe a ship dynamic you really want.

I refer you to: shipping whore. I could probably ramble about various dynamics & whatnot for hours. But the first thing that comes to mind? Literally any ship where I get Betrayal Angst with Walter, is my shit. Bonus points if there’s genuine regret, to some extent. Tear me & my traitorous bastard’s hearts out, guys.

Outside of that? Give me a ship with Alucard that’s basis is “hey try to kill me until I feel alive, oh fuck when did I fall in love with you-” — I crave it. (Polar opposite of that, but give me more ships where he gets to be ‘softer’ too; it’s my kryptonite just the same.)

{ ⋑ } —- underrated ship you like?

When a fandom’s gotten this small, are really any ships considered that underrated? I don’t know; I don’t keep up with what’s popular or not in the first place. Either way, my first thoughts here were:

Alucard x Anderson — This goddamn ship has always, will always, be the death of me. I’ve adored it for years, and it’s never been a commonly talked about one (that I’ve noticed). Seriously, why don’t more people talk about the potential with this one?? Come on guys, there’s so much to this one.

Walter x Seras — Hey, Cookie? This one is entirely your fault. I’d never even really considered this goddamn ship, before I saw you mentioning it. I don’t know that it’ll ever have my heart as strongly as some others, but the more I’ve thought about it? It’s fucking adorable, you’re valid, thanks for unintentionally dragging me into Hell with you.

{ ⋒ } —- biggest rp pet peeve?

Let’s be real, I have countless things that I could rant about when it comes to the RPC & some of the nonsense that happens here. Actually -

PET PEEVES TAG.

NEW TAG - MUN SALT.

If you’re curious about the things I’ve said before, those are good tags to look for that. In the meantime…

My biggest pet peeve, out of everything, is probably when people poorly characterize trauma. Those people that write trauma victims, but use their PTSD / related problems as some sort of “plot device” for angst points. The people that write trauma victims, without doing any research on the subject. The people that romanticize it. The people that don’t treat the topic with the care that it requires.

As someone with severe traumas, this drives me absolutely fucking batty. Stop doing this, people. Do your research, talk to victims if you can, and tread carefully with how you handle these subjects — because when you don’t do any of that, you look like a total asshole to anyone who knows better. Not to mention, you look awfully damned foolish.

#gctita #( ᵂᵃˡᵏ ᵀʰᵉ ᴸᶤᶰᵉ ᴮᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵀᴿᵁᵀᴴ & ᴸᴵᴱ | Answered Asks )#( ᵀʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵀʰᵉ ᵀᵉᵃ | Mun Things )#( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴼʳᵈᵉʳˢ | OOC )#munday //#long post //#ship opinions //#pet peeves //

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devilbat · 5 years

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Under Cover

Jonathan Pine x spy! Reader

Requested by @sherlokiholland wanting a Jonathan Pine x spy!reader. I hope you like it.

Warning: mention of lemons. Violence, guns, blood. I think that’s it.

Really you shouldn’t be that surprised that you finally wound up in your current predicament. If it weren’t for the impeccable, handsomely hot, arrogant British spy, Jonathan Pine. You may have not have had your arms and legs bound to this damn uncomfortable chair. Listening to, two goons of the man you were pretending to be intimate with, weal on Pine. But then again he may deserve it just a little. If you weren’t tied up, you may have been the one beating the holy hell out of the man. He was the one that kind of blown your damn cover when he walked in. Let alone how could Angela do that to you sending someone else in. You hadn’t been pretending to be this asshole’s woman, having to stomach sleeping with him for over a year now. For her to send in Pine was a low blow to your status as a spy. You never worked well with others. And the current predicament you were in would be the reason why.

Sadly for a female field agent you were the only one really, most female agents sat behind a desk. Only if really and rarely needed in the field. You on the other hand couldn’t stand sitting behind a desk. You worked your ass off to prove you could do what your male counterparts could do but better. Sure you used your body to seduce others. It worked for you and it worked well. You didn’t just get a reputation and code name “Man Killer” for nothing. This mission was to be the biggest one. Bring down one of the worlds most dangerous drug dealers. Who was also the worlds most eligible bachelor. And you were the one fucking him nightly. You had him wrapped around your finger it took you this long to get him to trust you, to want you more then anyone. And then that all went up in flames when Jonathan showed up. Parading around as your sexy new bodyguard. Your “boyfriend” had felt you needed more security after a threat on your life by another group of dealers. Of course when Angela got wind of this she sent Pine. Never giving you a warning like she did Pine.

When Pine walked through the doors you had no idea who he was. Foolish on your part. You should have. He extremely good looks was enough for you to want to have a little fun. And hell maybe get another bad guy killed in the process why not. Shameless flirting with him. Luring Jonathan in to bed with you. How it started was Dominic was away on Business leaving you to go on holiday. Only to take your sexy new bodyguard with you and the girls. Spain had been the destination. And it had been awhile since you had some fun. Hoping Pine would be better and more well endowed then Dominic. The way Jonathan’s slacks hugged him, had you thinking so.

That first night and a few drinks later you had Pine in your hotel bed. Or was it him that had you. Normally you ended up being very dominating. But Jonathan had you pinned down under him, screaming his name over and over agin. And dear god he was huge. Now you weren’t sure if you wanted him gone just yet. You couldn’t get enough of the man. Sweet, charming, and amazing in the sack. And that’s how it all started. How you both got caught. You had your thighs wrapped tightly around his head as he indulged himself, one night when Dominic was to come home. Pulling another orgasm out of you. It had been bugging him for weeks that he had yet to tell you about who he was.

“Y/n.” He moaned out after he finished working you over with his mouth. He had pulled himself above you. Slowly burying his throbbing manhood inside you. “I’m not who you say I am. Well I am Jonathan Pine,” taking a deep breath. “But I work for Angela Burr.” He panted out. He picked the wrong time to tell. You froze mid moan.

“W-What?!” You screeched. “You what! She... fuck.” Before he could explain or finish bedding you. You had him flipped on his back. Pulling off of him. Getting off the bed in a panic. Grabbing his scattered clothes from the floor. “You need to get out now.” You throw his clothes at him. Finding your robe you shrugged it on. While you paced your room freaking out. Jonathan quickly dressed. Not leaving yet until he explain himself. Grabbing ahold of you. Your reflexes kicked in and you slapped him first. But before you could get him to the floor he had your pinned against the wall.

“I’m sorry darling, I really am.” He sighed. Holding your hands on either side of your head. You tried to pull away, push him off of you. Fighting him off. But he was a bit stronger then you, or maybe you just didn’t want to fight him.

“You... You lied to me. Why the hell did Angela send you. This, this was my mission.” His hissed.

“I know darling, and when she got word you had been threatened she sent me. To keep you safe.” Jonathan spoke softly. Trying to calm you down.

“You’re a bloody spy.. Pine. I almost had you killed for fun.” You hissed.

“And you still will be.” Dominic voice roared over the two of you. Both of you looked over, your eyes widened in pure fear. Jonathan cursed himself. The gun in Dominic’s hand pointed at you.

“Get off my whore of a girlfriend.” Dominic growled. Storming through the room. Practically throw Jonathan off of you. Dominic grabbed you by the hair and pulled you against him. Keeping the gun pressed against your head. After that everything was hazy and that’s when you woke up in your current predicament.

They dragged Pine back to the chair next to you. He looked like hell. You looked over to the two idiots that dragged him over tying him back to the chair. You pulled at your restraints again. Hoping they had loosened. But no such luck. You never thought you would be here. Never thought that you would be tied to the chair next to another spy. Thinking all along you would have Dominic behind bars.

“So boys, when is it my turn?” You wiggled your eyebrows at them. Trying to get them to untie you. One of them smirked as he pushed Jonathan head back. The other only chuckled. The taller off the two stood up to his full higher. Turning towards you. “Well looks like I got your attention.”

“You know I’ve always wanted to have a few round with you bitch.” He roughly grabbed ahold of you chin.

“Don’t you dear touch her.” Jonathan spat out. Blood tricked out from his mouth. He really wasn’t in any shape to make threats.

“Why not now. You know I always had a thing for you. You look like fun.” You flirted, batting your eyes and biting your lips. “You wanna untie me and I’ll make it worth Your while before I die? One last fuck.”

“She maybe hot Ivan. But I wouldn’t trust the bitch.” The other one hissed. Hand hovering over his gun.

“You could join. Have a real party.” You purred. You could see the look on Jonathan’s face. Even with all the blood and bruises he did not like what you were trying to do. Ivan didn’t listen to his friend. As he untie you. Gun pointed at you so you wouldn’t do anything funny.

“Watch him. I’m going give her a little something.” Ivan smirked making you walk in front of him. Moments later, Pine had been in and out of consciousness. He could hear commotion. And possibly someone, male voice screaming very feminine. When he look up you held a gun in your hand and a sway in your hips as you walked towards him. Sweet smile. Kneeling down to untie him.

“Hey hey, Jonathan can you walk? I need to to walk for me. Yeah.” He nodded. Helping him up. Pulling his right arm over your shoulder. “Whoa, there I got you.” He almost fell on you. “Let’s get you out of her shall we?”

It had been almost two week since you had arrive back in London. You have a few bumps and bruises. But Jonathan was the worst, still in the hospital unconscious. You hadn’t left his side really. Beside giving you intel on everything you had on Dominic and he dealings. It was enough to take him down. You paced Jonathan’s room. Every little beep made you jerk, looking over at him. Angela came a few times to check on him and you asking if you needed anything. You sighed for the millionth time. You hadn’t had real food in a few days. After you had your debriefing you felt like it was more your fault then him.

“Could you stop pacing.” You heard Pines voice weakly spoke barely loud enough to hear over the machine. Oh that ass.

“You know I have everything under control. Then you had to waltz in like you’ve owned the place. Subduing me, luring me with you damn sexiness. It all your fault. You’re bloody ass.” You hissed walking towards him. In a huff. Jonathan tried not to laugh.

“Um darling I think it was the other way around. You were the one to lure me into your hotel room. Lips on mine.” He tried to smirk.

“Ohhh ohh. You sir had me pinned to the bed ripping my dress off of my damn body. Fucking me into the mattress.” Snipped. You were face to face with the man. His hand pulled at you. Making you fall on top of him. Holding yourself up not to hurt him. You found your lips on his once more. Your body had a mind of its own as you moved to straddle him. Only for him to wince in pain against your lips. “You deserved that.”

“The kiss or the pain?” Jonathan hummed. His lips only ghosting over yours.

“Both.” You mumbled. Resting yourself against his side. As his good arm held you close.

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sicnnavalmxnt · 6 years

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[ danielle campbell, 20, cisfemale ] - oh, that’s sienna valmont ? i hear they’re a sophomore and lives in woodbridge hall, maybe you’ve met them ? i think they’re majoring in drama and theatre arts. anyway, word around campus is that she is magnetic but also mercurial. i guess we’ll bump into her sooner or later.

me? throwing my intro into the tag early for once ? and not.. 10 hours late?? miracles rlly do happen! no but fr hllo all it is i, sage ur local goblin admin coming 2 u live frm the est tz. my dumbass made plans for brunch so i am sadly missing the opening but me n my food bby will be popping on as soon as i can. anyways, i am the worst at intros so im jus gonna get right into my child below!! give this a like n i will swoop into ur ims throwing glitter 2 plot! (not clickbait)

aesthetics: A bouquet of roses thrown into the trash. she is the nonchalance and sarcasm of finger guns. cherry flavored lollipops used as accessories, the beauty of a swearword, and red velvet ribbons in her hair. faux fur and heart shaped sunglasses. worn leather jackets and vibrant colored cigarettes dangling from her fingers while she dances around empty paris streets. prancing down alleyways hunting for brunch on a lazy sunday afternoon, and leaving love notes in the mirror with her lipstick before sneaking out the door.

OK SO The Valmont’s born and bred in NYC own a chain of luxury hotels and fine resorts and basically sienna’s role in her family is to look pretty and keep the Valmont name relevant with prestige.

The Valmont’s like to stay relevant without making terrible headlines in the press or for the sordid things their kids do..they refuse to become or be on the same level as the hilton family. they’re v business savvy and would hate for the valmont name to be tarnished bc of their kids. so they are constantly paying people off to keep things hidden and mute. They run in that affluent circle of the rich and famous; but aren’t necessarily coined as celebrities.

anyways, sienna is always looking to chase after that next high that gets her heart racing or her feet twirling her into chaos… like she is the actual definition of i’m here for a good time.. not a long time!!!

basically i based her off of this quote here: “She’s living in Paris to ‘study art’ as a creative writing student, but really she’s just a party girl who likes spending her parent’s money. She spends her time sitting in cafes reading fashion magazines and hunting down vintage Prada. She likes night drives, sparkling Rosé and wants a pet snake. There’s a pocket knife in her Petite Malle.”

she jus wrapped up her year abroad n her parents hav now forced her into an ivy league

she’s majoring in drama and theatre arts bc tbh she doesn’t know what she wants to do n she is naturally dramatic n extra so rly, it was a natural choice for her. n rly her parents didn’t care what she took as long as she graduated under an ivy league

she is the youngest of 5 siblings so basically she’s gotten a free pass w her older siblings being geared more towards runnin the business. aside from her mother parading her around like a trophy and practically whoring her out and praying she settles down with a CEO’S son.

10/10 sienna would sell her parents for a piece of gum but would go to war for her siblings.

queen of romanticizing everything sees everything through rose tinted glasses n prances around likes she’s in a wes anderson film

typically carries around a tiny vintage designer purse and is probably always that go-to brunch friend for all your needs. Hungover? she’s got advil. oh, you don’t like advil? she also has ibuprofen and tums. need a pick me up? she’s got three shades of red lipsticks. choose upon your liking!

literally is so shameless and ruthless and has little care in the world for other’s feelings except for her own and her siblings.

v childish n immature

has that effortless magnetic pull tht jus captivates ppl like.. she’s whimsical n is just..the kind of girl ppl would write songs abt??

dreamy and detached is a solid way to describe her

says sorry a lot but has never said/meant a genuine apology in her entire existence

not used to hearing the word no and jus finesse’s her way thru life like she’s in a perfume advert

okk that’s all i got.. thnx for prowlin thru this!! pls plot with me

#ivy:intro #rip me #tosses this in early #pls dont hate me #im gonna try 2 b on mobile 2 plot once we officially open ok

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chillm4tic · 8 years

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I don’t fully understand this.

I was tagged by @bloonstuff <3 and @xionin

I love them both a lot which is the only reason I am doing this. :)

Name/nickname/whatever you prefer to be called? My name is Elizabeth but I go by Lizzie and my fam/besties call me Liz. Either works. Pronouns? she/her

Age? pushing 30. Sigh.

Favourite Skam character? ISAK. Sana, Even. Jonas. Noora. Vilde. Also, everyone else. I am in love with almost all of them.

When did you start watching Skam? <3 December 2016.

When did you make your blog? Shortly after Skam ruined my life and I realized I needed to find my Skam Fam. <3

Who are you cheering for to be s4′s main? Honestly, I will not be disappointed with anyone. See above. That said, my Evak Trash heart says Even. But also Sana. Or Vilde. Who do you think is most likely to be S4′s main? Sana. <3

What are your main interests? Other than freaking out over Skam??? I don’t remember.

But really: cooking, baking, officiating weddings, data analysis, continuous improvement, public health, music, TV, movies, some books (I am a slow reader), travel, love, life, death, education, genetics, yoga, history, cute baby animals. I aspire to be a birder.

Something you’re always up to discuss? Your personal business / everything about you.

Something you refuse to discuss? Boring things.

Other favourite shows aside from Skam? Current: Please Like Me, Shameless US, Orphan Black, Jessica Jones, Billy on the Street.

OG faves: Parks and Rec, Veronica Mars, One Tree Hill, Daria.

I am not following the rules re: tagging people. I’m sorry. I am just a simple reblog whore.

#skam fam

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catravandece · 3 years

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🐇 Check-in tag 🐇

Doing this because @joshua-beeking put it out to the universe and I am ~a whore for being known~

1. Why did you choose your url?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rmBqIFeHN8 i was living in montreal at the time so this was extra funny

2. Any side-blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

@pommelfrog is my mxtx sideblog which i started bc i just absolutely couldn’t get over that fucking hilarious dream @deretbeshelar posted abt and had to claim the url

it’s ironic tho bc i actually don’t care so much for frogs? they feel like squishy fragile little water balloons so i always hesitate when handling them but then they leap with the force of a coursing river and scare me :(

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

i started my first blog is 2011 and boy howdy im kinda glad i accidentally deleted it in 2018 bc i went through some Phases i’d very much like to be stricken from all records. im sad abt my merlin tag tho

4. Do you have a queue tag?

lmao i dont have enough followers to care about posting schedules o(*￣▽￣*)o

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

internet addiction probably (to be fair i dont have the money to socialize outside)

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

im a slut for making myself on picrew and its pride so i switched to one with a rainbow :3

7. Why did you choose your header?

because the absolute last thing i was expecting from the 1000 Stars finale was for Chief Phupha Viriyanon to be just as clingy and shameless as Tian but it happened and i never recovered

the header photo i always have a hard time choosing bc i want everything to match so i have my sweet noodle ningning bc black matches everything uwu

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

good lord i have like zero real followers but the one time i actually factually shitposted in the modao tag it took off. everyone else apparently also thinks dad!zixuan would have been the most powerful character of mdzs so mxtx had to fridge him

honestly i was just trying to express my desire for a non-time travel related fix it fic 〒▽〒

9. How many mutuals do you have?

10. How many followers do you have?

11. How many people do you follow?

108? idk how many are dead accounts

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

my life is a shitpost and i am the meme

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

pretty often

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

i made the mistake of trying to engage with an aphobe over yuri on ice once and she made me cry.

i then gave my best friend a heart attack bc i called them and didnt explain right away what happened i just said “i did something dumb”. sorry manda /_ \

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Guilt-tripping and forcing anyone to do anything is the best way to turn people off a post. I don't approve the method. (Joshua said it best)

16. Do you like tag games?

yes i like tag games. would love to be tagged in them

17. Do you like ask games?

^^^^^^^^^^^^

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i know for a fact @wifihunters is yall should go check out bestie’s stuff owo its fucking beautiful owo

and HEY FUN STORY. so i was rly into barduil back in 2013-14 and read a bunch of fics by @piyo-13 (hi iza yes u r getting dragged into this <3) then 3 years later and 500 miles away from home guess who i find out is the fiancee of my friend from grad school????? it was the funniest fucking thing i swear to god!!! we decided “i trust u enough to give u my fandom presence” and i was like “hey that username sounds familiar” and SURE ENOUGH asjhsdjkd

the world is a very small place lmao

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

nah im way too small for ppl to interact with much and i need that for feelings. i did get a friend crush on someone once before but we weren’t mutuals just both in the same microfandom.

20. Tags?

anyone who ive already tagged above lmao. if u see this and get the urge to be Known pls do it and tag me!!!! i would love to read about u!!!

#it speaks #tag memes #nothing to say in the tags for once just vibin uwu

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babycracker · 4 years

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rules: answer 30 questions and tag blogs you are contractually obliged to know better

tagged by @admdmrtn @agentsunshine @masonsfangs @echohauville and @waybaben thank you guys!

i stole my questions from @admdmrtn <3

name/nickname: kathryn/kat

gender: she/her

star sign: pisces

height: 5′9

birthday: march 13

lucky number: 4

when did you create this blog: december last year, started using it jan 1 though

what do i post: my twc writing mainly, a lot of prompt lists because i’m a whore for them, and twc art/fic rbs

last thing i googled: god, embarrassing. the recipe i usually use for chocolate sauce because my brain had a melt down and couldn’t remember the chocolate/cream ratio like some kind of idiot

do i get asks: yeah from my friends lol

why did i choose my url: because i’m a shameless A stan, and both me and A are crackers 😌

my current projects and wips: uhhh actively working on one in litg still with 2 on hiatus, and working on 2 chaptered fics in twc. i have a couple prompts to finish off too.

favourite bands: blehhh i hate this question because it’s so hard for me to pin down favourites. so, pass

favourite solo artist: see above lol

song stuck in my head: hmm. i actually don’t have one in there at the moment.

favourite song: nuh, sorry haha

last movie: GOD OF ALL THE DAYS TO GET THIS QUESTION. bloody inside out, i watched it with my son.

last show: the 100

favourite food: we’ve already established my brain is too fickle to choose favourite things

food that i hate: beetroot and pineapple. right, what kind of aussie am i?

favourite colour: uhhh red i guess

favourite animal: ??? idk?

what i’m currently wearing: denim shorts and singlet top

dream job: photographer or writer

dream trip: ummmm. i’ve always wanted to go to the towns my family are from in scotland and germany so i guess that’d be it.

currently reading: nothing rn, not enough hours in the day

currently thinking about: whether or not i’m gonna be able to finish this before i gotta go pick my son up lol

nationality: australian baby! oi oi oi

fun fact: i used to do ballet, then upgraded to irish dancing until i developed arthritis in my knees when i was 16. probably a good thing because i got knocked up shortly after and would’ve had to stop anyway.

top three fictional universe: twc at the moment for sure. i don’t know that i have another two at the moment because time is short. once my son starts kinder i’m gonna have three days a week free (AHHH) so i’ll be able to become much more of a nerd lol

tagging whoever sees this and wants to do it because i’ve seen it floating around all over the place and i’m pretty sure everyone’s already been tagged haha.

#tag games #about me #thank you guys this was fun!

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fatetempted-a · 6 years

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* mobile / guidelines ,

LAST UPDATED: 10 / 30 / 18

♡ INTRODUCTION TO GUIDELINES ——–

hello everyone! i’d like to thank you for taking the time to read my rules. i want to reassure you that there is not a password here because they give me anxiety and i don’t want that to happen to anyone else, but i trust that you’ve read them even though they seem a bit lengthy in my opinion. however they are very necessary to keeping my blog a safe space for me and a safe haven for you. just be aware that i will absolutely know if you have not read them.

♡ CREDITS & DISCLAIMER ——–

i am not, nor do i claim to be any of my muses . i have no affiliation to them any television show, movie, or wrestling promotion they are or may have been affiliated with. this is simply a roleplay blog created for writing hobby purposes only. my mun faceclaim is emmy rossum , most of them particularly in her role on shameless. i have no affiliation to her, shameless, or any other shows / films she’s been in either.

you can find all of my credits for icons, screencaps, and everything else that i don't take credit for on this page. i’ve tried to keep a lot of credits in tact, but if you see somewhere where i’ve moved or deleted it, notify me and i will correct the wrong immediately.

♡ FOLLOWING & SELECTIVITY ——–

i. when following me first, please take into consideration whether or not i can navigate your blog on desktop tumblr. i need to be able to see the following pages: guidelines / rules on every blog, biography/ies for non–canon original characters, and a list of muses for multimuse blogs. if you do not have a rules page i simply will not follow, period. i need to be able to see if not only our muses but also us as writers will mesh. this also makes it difficult to tell if i do something that may make you uncomfortable if i’m unaware of what your limits or what have you are.

note: if not having rules, biographies, or muse pages is something you’re working on or will have in the future, please send me an im and let me know because i’m more likely to follow back even if i can’t read them at this time with them not being finished!

ii. i like to consider this blog mutuals only . which means that i will only follow back people who i see myself writing with for a number of reasons. the most important ones being i want to write with you and your blog follows my guidelines. unfortunately, however, it does mean i won't roleplay with non-mutuals. iii. though, i don’t want my selectivity and mutuals only status to scare you off. you’re more than welcome to express interest in rping with me anytime through the ask feature if we’re not mutuals! if you have a plot idea or genuinely are that interested in rping, we’ll give it a go. i’m pretty flexible about these things.

note: if you are purposing a ship right off the bat and we aren’t mutuals, purpose a ship oriented situation, or anything of the sort, it most likely will not happen since we aren’t mutuals and therefore i haven’t had a chance to get the feel for our characters. i know this sounds harsh , but i’ll discuss how i ship in the next section.

iv. due to bad experiences in the past, there are going to be times where i’m totally selective for plotting because i have a hard time trusting people to actually follow through after the wrong doings that have happened to me. v. even though i do follow back a lot ( 90%, lbr ) of the time, i reserve the right to n o t follow back if i so choose. this may be because i just don’t see that our characters are going to write together or mesh well, your blog triggers anxiety for me, or your blog doesn’t follow my guidelines. vi. i also reserve the right to unfollow at anytime that i may become uncomfortable with your blog. this may be because you’ve said something that offends me, broken one of my rules, or just general became an anxiety trigger for me. it also may be because you followed me and we became mutuals, but you made no attempt to interact with me. i am not a blog who follows for a higher follower number. vii. i also will be unfollowing any blogs that have constant, daily or near daily self–depreciating passive agressiveness. examples that are not what i’m talking about are as follows: mental health issues, family drama, general bad day and need to vent, temporarily being down on yourself and much more but i think the gist is gotten. this is a more recent rule of mine but it’s gotten to the point where it’s an extreme level of toxicity that i don’t care to see. viii. i do believe in mains. this is no way is any sort of exclusivity. it just means that those versions of a muse will probably be replied to first, given the first shot at plot ideas, etc. you can find my list of mains on the navigation pop–up.

♡ NSFW & TRIGGERS ——–

i. this is not a blog that does pwp ‘ aka ’ porn without plot. i firmly believe in a strong story behind writing and shipping. i am not just here to write smut. while it’s fun to write sometimes, i still need to be comfortable with my writing partners to do it. sorry. if that’s what you’re looking for, you’re in the complete wrong place. ii. nsfw stands for more than just smut on this blog. it essentially stands for anything that’s not suitable for just anyone to read or to have at work, in public, etc. such as, but probably not exactly or limited to the following topics:

note: abuse implication, alcohol consumption, drug use, gore, murder implication, rape implication, self-harm, suicidal tendencies, violence. etc, etc, etc. • a couple of things i will absolutely not write out under any circumstances are alpha / beta / omega smut plots, animal abuse, any sort of incest, graphic depictions of murder / suicide, pedophilia, or rape . • i should not have to add pedophilia up there, but in the past i have come across blogs that wrote it and was absolutely appalled. so i need to specify that i will not be writing that disgusting, illegal, and morally wrong subject.

iii. if you write incest, i do have incest tw blacklisted simply because it’s disgusting and immoral to me. but if i see you write / have written about spawns / children of incest, imo, that’s a little too far into a taboo subject that is pretty disgusting in the eyes of society in the first place as well as myself and i have no desire to write with you. if i find out after following, i will unfollow without hesitation . iv. i will do my best to tag triggers for people. i will have all triggers i tag or have been asked to tag on a list which will be located here. v. triggers will be tagged in the following format: #word tw . vi. my own personal triggers are as follows: cancer, eye gore, paranormal imagery ( imagery that looks real, similar to paranormal activity ) , and trypophobia.

♡ OUT OF CHARACTER——–

i. my name is rae and i am a 24 year old lesbian, grey–a, cis female from southwest iowa in the central timezone who prefers that you use she / her pronouns when addressing, but will gladly accept they / them . ii. i will not tolerate drama between roleplayers on this blog. this means vague blogging about myself or my mutuals, harassing myself or my mutuals, slandering myself or my mutuals, etc. the list goes on, you get the gist of it. iii. do not bring me into your online drama with people. in the past i’ve been dragged into a lot of drama and i will not tolerate it anymore. i have too many real life stresses to worry about and persons who have nothing better to do than cause people grief won’t be tolerated. iv. my blog is hate free ! i don’t tolerate any sort of hate whatsoever. this may pertain to hate on other roleplayers, my or my mutuals characterizations, my characters in general, my mutuals, myself, etc. you get the picture. v. one thing that i prioritize above everything else is my mental health . i have schizophrenia, bipolar, obsessive compulsive disorder, serve generalized anxiety / social anxiety, depression, insomnia, and a mood disorder. therefore sometimes i will be a hermit and avoid everyone and everything. it’s nothing against you, but it’s just me trying to keep my mental health in check. vi. discord and snapchat are my only forms of contact outside tumblr ims, but they are available upon request to mutuals.

♡ SHIPPING & PLOTTING——–

i. Si ship chemistry . period. while i may claim to be a ship whore and i have various ships that i absolutely adore—–i still need to find a certain chemistry between our characters. if we’re close, however, chances are this does not apply to you as i’m aware of how you write and i know we mesh well. ii. do not under any circumstance force a ship on me. i do understand enthusiasm though. sometimes i get super happy and excited about shipping too, but there’s a line between enthusiasm and pure forcing a ship.

note: on that note, i will never force a ship on you. however sometimes i feel like i do. if i over-do it or you ever feel uncomfortable, please kindly let me know and i promise i will cease whatever it is i’m doing.

♡ STARTERS & STARTER CALLS——–

i. i typically do not write greeters. however, depending on if your account really intrigues me, i may write you one. please do not feel upset if you do not get one. you can always message me to ask for one. in the same note, if you would like a greeter, you’re welcome to ask for one. just don’t expect a novel if i’ve got nothing to go on or no idea. ii. if you write me a greeter i will more often than not reply to it. it may take me a bit, but i will try to reply. and i appreciate it when you take the time to be patient with that. it shows me you really want to write with me as i’m a turtle.

• note: if for whatever reason i cannot find the will to reply ( which is usually because i’m a numpty and can’t figure out how to reply to the certain situation in your starter ) i will absolutely message you and let you know. maybe we can discuss it and you can either tweak things or i can write you something small.

iii. my starter calls are mutuals only. it isn’t anything against non-mutuals. i’m just very guarded at this point in my life with indie rping.

♡ WRITING WITH ME——–

i. please do not godmod or powerplay ; whichever you prefer to call it. it’s annoying and very rude. if it’s something small and obvious ( eg. they headed upstairs ) because the roleplay calls for it and we need to move things along, that’s fine. but don’t tell my muses how to feel or majorly act without my permission. ii. mun and muses are over eighteen so please know that smut will be written on this blog if / when i feel comfortable with it. very scarcely, however, as i need to feel comfortable with my writing partner beforehand. with the teen verses i have, all of them are eighteen. i will not write below eighteen. i just don't feel comfortable with it. iii. i do not care how you format. i personally use tiny icons ( usually 68x68 ) that i make myself as well as sub font. however, i don’t care how you format or don’t as long as you respect my choice on how to. in return i’ll do the same for you. writing and roleplaying is about feeling the scene through words, not the aesthetics and that’s all that matters to me. iv. you must be literate when writing with me. and by that i mean don’t type in chat speak ( eg. “y r u doing that?” ) or use -description-/*description*. the “literate” rule does not apply to typos or grammar if english is not your first language. i completely understand those two things. v. don’t ever force or pressure me to reply to threads. i run at very slow turtle speed so take that into consideration before following. this is solely because of physical health and mental health issues. trust me—–it kills me not to be here roleplaying and writing in general, but sometimes it happens.

• that being said, if i do not reply within 5 days , you are allowed to message me about it and make sure that i still have your thread in my drafts and the status of it. • sometimes i lose threads and if i do, all you need to do is gently poke me and ask if i still have it. i will not but upset with that. • i do, however, get upset and anxious when people are extremely rude about threads being too slow or lost. if you are rude, i will immediately drop whatever we have going and probably unfollow or block you depending on what the situation is. as stated above, this is a hate/drama free zone.

vi. even if we’ve never interacted, feel free to send me m e m e s at anytime. the only thing i ask that you DO NOT send are shippy memes if we’ve not discussed shipping before. this rule does not apply, however, if i know you from another account and we always ship. lbr, i’m trash like that.

#mobile rules.#long post for ts

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