#this is my nice way of saying they can be dumb as fuck

[sweetpupii]

oh, she does both and gets so mean with it too </3

thank god cait's uniform has pockets to hide the pink vibrator remote because she's planning on using it during the whole ceremony. yeah, yeah, guard the stage, look out for any suspicious people and whatever… she's far too focused on the way you fidget with the fabric of your uniform as you look around, squirming a little in a way that makes her look down to hold back a small giggle. not wanting to draw attention to herself.

sneaky little shit, got as far away from you as possible to not hear any complaints.

she just wasn't having it today. no amount of whining and puppy dog eyes you give could get her to back down. hopefully that'll teach you to stop getting on her last nerve at the most inopportune times.

keeping her in bed for longer than necessary because 'you were cold’ on a sunny and nowhere near cold morning, the little touches under her nightgown with those coy eyes that hid your true intentions ( or so you thought because she can read you like an open book by now. ), the gentle kisses and bites on her neck that quickly turned heated and ended up with a couple hickeys that were a pain to cover before arriving at the gala. late.

we're you dumb or did you really think she'd be nice enough to wait until you guys got to her bedroom to turn on the vibrator?

either way, you might regret agreeing to her little idea.

more people are starting to arrive but her duty is to be there and intervene only if something bad happens so she can keep having fun while you pat down people to let them in with a forced, polite smile. you shift on your feet, pretending to adjust the holster at your thigh. It’s an innocent enough motion to anyone watching, but caitlyn knows better.

her thumb grazes the remote in her pocket, toggling the setting up one notch higher. a quick glance in your direction tells her all she needs to know: the way your head dips slightly, teeth pressing into your bottom lip as your hand briefly grips the table for balance. you recover quickly, but not before her eyes catch the faint tremble in your legs.

perfect.

when she finally makes her way over to you, the calm authority in her tone betrays none of her mischief. “I’ll be taking her to assist with another entrance.” she tells the nearby guard, who barely spares a glance before nodding in approval.

her hand is warm and steady on your lower back as she leads you away, her grip firm enough to keep you from protesting. not that you could form a coherent argument right now, not with your mind clouded by the relentless buzzing and caitlyn’s touch.

she is not taking you to the other entrance, she's obviously taking you backstage to an empty room.

immediately closing the door, leaning her body weight against it just in case, pulling out the remote from her pocket to turn it up. the buzzing in between your legs now louder and definitely more overwhelming.

“fuck, cait, I'm sorry—” the quiver in your voice, the way you had to lean onto the desk behind you to hold yourself up while your knees trembled and threatened to give up made something flutter in caitlyn's belly, damn.

“sorry?” she repeats, her tone silky but laced with mockery. she holds up the remote in one hand, her thumb hovering over the button as if she was hesitating. “darling, you’re always sorry. but somehow, you never learn.”

she presses the button, and the buzzing between your legs ramps up another level, sharp and insistent. your breath catches, and your knees almost buckle at the sensation. “cait—caitlyn, please,” you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper, clear desperation.

“you had so much to say earlier this morning,” the enforcer pointed out with a soft laugh, taking a step closer. her free hand reaches out to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet her eyes. “is my name all you can manage to say now? how funny.”

your thighs clench together in a futile attempt to dull the vibration, but it only makes it worse. heat blooms in your cheeks, spreading down your neck, as you bite your lip to muffle the whimper threatening to escape. she notices—of course, she does—and leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a rather sloppy kiss.

she wasn't supposed to kiss you, she never does when trying to teach a lesson but she couldn't resist this time... sigh.

“no need to hold back,” she murmurs against your lips, “we’re alone here.”

“i can't...” you manage, your voice breaking. tears prick at the corners of your eyes as the overwhelming pleasure inside you.

“yes, you can,” she says firmly, one hand brushes along your side, a grounding touch that only makes the intensity more acute. “you always can.”

she watches you intently, taking in every shudder, every gasp, every tremble of your legs as you struggle to stay upright. her chest swells with satisfaction at the sight of you, undone and helpless under her control.

when your legs finally give out, she catches you effortlessly; pulling you close, stroking your back to let you pant against her shoulder, trailing soft kisses down your jaw as she presses the button to turn the vibrator off…only to start it back at the lowest setting.

“don't look at me like that,” caitlyn whispers, a tiny ( cruel. ) smile playing at her lips as she guides you down to the chair. “you already had your fun in the morning, am I not allowed to do the same?”

[wrestlezaynia]

Okay prompts -

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜ ❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

Either one of these or both. 🩵🙏🏽

"The Proposal."

Description: Sami and Kevin roleplay to keep their relationship spicy.

Warning: Must be 18+ to read under cut.

They've been together for twenty years and have always remained by each other's side through thick and thin, practically inseparable. Their secret? Roleplay. It's what they use to keep their relationship spicy.

Kevin thought it was a dumb idea initially, but was willing to humor Sami. Sami had always been a free spirit and that's one of the many qualities Kevin admired about him, he wasn't afraid to take risks.

Kevin glances down at his watch, anticipating Sami's arrival. He's running late as usual. What else is new? The man is always tardy. He scans his surroundings for any trace of Sami and when he catches a glimpse of him his heart skips a beat. He looked so handsome dressed to the nines in a 4 piece suit, his ginger curls tied atop his head in a messy bun. Kevin can feel the blush invade his cheeks when Sami catches him staring, but he can't help himself. He's so beautiful.

Sami smirks when he sees the expression on Kevin's face, undressing him with his eyes. Sami lets Kevin soak him in a little bit longer before he saunters over, maintaining eye contact. "Hello, handsome." He greets Kevin with a flirtatious smile. "Is this seat taken?" He inquires.

Kevin's breath catches in his throat as Sami draws near. If there wasn't so many people around he'd ravish him right then and there, but he'd have to show restraint...for now. "That depends on who's asking." Kevin counters, eager to get Sami back to their hotel room.

Now that he's close to Kevin and can see the hunger building in his eyes Sami's pants suddenly become tighter. He loves the way Kevin looks at him, his fiery gaze causing the heat to pool between his legs. He wants Kevin so badly, but he'd have to resist...for now. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Kevin, Kevin Zayn and you are?"

Hearing the breathy manner in which Sami says his name combined with Sami's last name makes Kevin's heart flutter, what he wouldn't give to be Sami's husband for now and all eternity. "Sami, Sami Owens." He responds with a sly grin, offering Sami his hand to shake.

"Sami Owens, that has a nice ring to it." Sami thought fondly to himself as he takes Kevin's hand into his own, guiding it to his lips. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sami." He says, brushing his lips tenderly across Kevin's tattooed knuckles with a grin of his own.

Feeling Sami's soft lips on his skin sends shivers down Kevin's spine, yearning to feel Sami's hot mouth on other parts of his body. "You better be careful, my husband has an explosive temper and if he catches you flirting with me you might not make it out in one piece." Kevin warns, a mischievous twinkle emerging in his pale blue eyes.

Sami smirks, scanning their surroundings before returning his gaze to Kevin. "I'm pretty confident I can take him, besides," the redhead pauses, leaning in close. "You're worth fighting for." He adds softly.

Kevin watches Sami intently, his heartbeat starting to quicken as he inches closer. He glances toward the exit then back at Sami. "Let's get out of here." Kevin breathes, his voice dripping with desire.

The pair remain silent on the drive back to the hotel when Kevin places his hand on Sami's knee. "You look so sexy in that suit." He leans in to whisper in Sami's ear. "I can't wait to rip it off of you."

Sami's breath hitches as Kevin's hand ventures up his thigh, struggling to keep his eyes focused on the road. "Kev, you're going to make me crash." He counters, praying they will make it there safely.

Kevin smirks as he brushes his fingers against Sami's erection, watching him bite his lip in concentration. God he loves teasing him. He loves watching Sami beg for his cock, he looks so pretty when he begs. "Why don't you pull over and I can fuck you in the backseat?"

Sami swallows hard as tittilating images of he and Kevin making love in his car consume Sami's mind, there were several instances where Kevin forced Sami to pull over to the side of the road, unable to control his urges. The mere thought making his cock twitch, knowing Kevin can feel his growing excitement. "Patience, mon cher." Sami soothes, lacing their fingers together. "We're almost there." He adds.

The desire between them intensifies as the pair enter the elevator. Their hotel room is on the top floor, so Kevin whispers into Sami's ear in his native tongue to help pass the time. Sami didn't understand a word, aside from "je t’aime" and "pour toujours," but it's turning him on regardless. Then Kevin says something that makes his heart skip a beat. "Je veux t’épouser," which translates to: "I want to marry you."

Perhaps he mistranslated, Sami thought, but Kevin did refer to himself as "Sami Owens." He's so consumed with his thoughts, he jumps when Kevin wraps his tattooed arms around him from behind.

"Alone at last." Kevin murmurs seductively, licking the shell of Sami's ear as he helps remove his suit jacket. Strong hands slipping under Sami's dress shirt to caress his muscular chest. "I’ve been thinking about you all day." He whispers, his breath hot against Sami's skin.

Sami leans against Kevin's chest, tilting his head to the side as Kevin proceeds to kiss his neck. His hand venturing lower until he reaches the bulge protruding from Sami's pants, fondling his throbbing member and eliciting a moan of approval from the redhead.

Kevin loves the sounds he's able to make his lover produce and is eager to hear more as he slowly unbuttons Sami's shirt, still groping his fully erect cock through his trousers when he feels a damp spot beginning to form, stirring his arousal. "Tu es beau, mon amour."

By now Sami has forgotten about Kevin's proposal, his mind clouded with lust as Kevin continues to tease him, feeling like he's going to cum from his touch alone. "Kev." Sami gasps, on the verge of orgasm.

Kevin can hear the desperation in Sami's tone, prompting him to slide his hand down Sami's pants gripping and pumping his shaft vigorously to help him along. "It's okay, I've got you." Kevin coaxes, biting his neck hard enough to break the skin, marking his territory.

A soft moan pierces the silence as Kevin jerks Sami off. His eyes rolling to the back of his head as he finds sweet release, coating Kevin's hand with his warm seed and slumping into his arms.

Once the pair finish cleaning up, they prepare to undress. Their eyes meet across the room as Kevin saunters toward Sami, a gleam emerging in his piercing silver eyes as their naked bodies brush against each other, sending a chill down Sami's spine. His gaze remaining locked on Kevin as he reaches up to cup Sami's cheek. As Kevin's about to lean in, Sami's mind reflects back to the elevator. "Je veux t’épouser aussi, Kev." He confesses softly, leaning into his touch.

Kevin stops short, his breath catching in his throat. Sami being far less fluent in French than Kevin he didn't think Sami understood what he was saying. Then the realization struck him: Sami wants to marry me, he said "yes." His eyes welling with tears as their lips connect.

The kiss starts out soft at first, then gradually becomes more intense. Their tongues swirling hungrily in each other's mouths as Kevin guides Sami toward the bed, shoving him playfully onto his back and admiring the view. His nude form sprawled out on the mattress.

Their eyes lock and Sami can feel the heat rise to his cheeks as Kevin stares at him amorously. The taste of Kevin still lingering on Sami's lips as he licks them in anticipation, removing his hair from the bun to let his ginger curls fall to his shoulders. Flashing Kevin the best come-hither expression he could muster, he pats the empty spot beside him on the bed. "Come here, tiger." He whispers seductively.

Kevin smirks as he joins Sami on the bed, crawling toward him and never breaking eye contact until their lips connect in a fiery kiss.

Sami moans into Kevin's mouth, instinctively spreading his legs as Kevin inserts a finger inside his tight hole, giving it a few gentle strokes before adding a second finger as another moan rings out. "Kevin," Sami breathes, desperation in his tone. "I'm ready."

Kevin adheres to Sami's plea, aligning his meaty cock with Sami's entrance as he gently eases his way inside. His gaze locked firmly on Sami to view his reaction. His face contorting in pleasure, a truly breathtaking sight as he starts to move at a slow and steady pace.

"Kev." His name escaping Sami's lips as a whisper, raising his hips in time with Kevin's thrusts, finding a perfect rhythm. "Do you want to have a big or small wedding? I prefer small myself, just a few guests-"

"Sami," Kevin interjects, smiling down at his fiancé. "I appreciate the enthusiasm mon cheri, but can we discuss this later?" He asks, trying to focus on providing his lover pleasure, thrusting a little harder.

The redhead emits an amused chuckle, reaching up to cup Kevin's cheek. "I'm sorry Kev, I'm just excited I get to marry my best friend." Sami explains, his eyes full of love and adoration.

Kevin leans into Sami's touch, pressing a tender kiss to the center of his palm as he proceeds to pick up the tempo. "Do you think you have another one in you?" He asks, breathless, not waiting for a response as he swaps positions so Sami is on top, gripping his hips firmly.

Sami looks puzzled at first, but as soon as Kevin switches positions he emits a guttural moan, placing his hands on Kevin's chest to steady himself as he proceeds to ride his cock. "Feels so good, Kev."

There's nothing that turns Kevin on more than watching Sami ride his dick. Between the soft whimpers spilling from his lips, his damp disheveled curls clinging to his face and the way he moans his name, it's enough to make Kevin lose control as he moves to a seated position holding Sami close, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. "I want you to cum, can you do that for me?" He asks, stroking Sami's cock while penetrating him deep, hitting his sweet spot with each hard thrust. "Cum for me, Sami." His voice low and husky.

Sami nods, resting his sweaty brow against Kevin's, their bodies melding to become one. "Kevin, I-I'm-" The sentence dying on Sami's lips as he finds release for the second time by Kevin's hand, eyes fluttering shut as he rides out his orgasm with a satisfied moan.

Kevin watches Sami intently, the sight of his soulmate getting off combined with his breathy moans is enough to send him over the edge. "Sami, look at me." He pleads, wanting Sami to watch what he does to him. Their eyes meet and for a moment the earth stands still. He holds Sami's gaze, never taking his eyes off of him for a second as he cums hard, filling Sami with his seed as he slumps back against the bedpost, panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

Sami clings to Kevin, his body shaking as he struggles to catch his breath. "That was amazing, Kev." He breathes, his hair tousled.

A smug smirk tugs at Kevin's lips as Sami strokes his already massive ego. "Thanks, you were good too, I guess." He quips playfully.

The room erupts in laughter as Sami kisses the SZ Kevin got tattooed on his chest to keep Sami close to his heart. "I love you, Kev." He whispers softly, feeling exhausted after their passionate lovemaking.

Kevin loved hearing Sami laugh, it was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world as he kisses Sami's hair. "I love you too, Sami."

A/N: Manip by the extremely talented @mjfass. I just had to use it, it's so cute!

Tagging: @loki69zowens, @wrestlingdespairings, @unintentionaloracle, @who-do-you-want-to-be, @littleppl444.

@himbos-hotline, @expert-texpert, @wrestlingprincess80, @superkliqbaybays, @crxssjae.

@jeysbvck, @surdelcielo, @thesamoanqueen and @fantasyismyonlyrealescape.

A/N: My apologies if you didn't want to be tagged, just let me know and I'll remove you from future fics. Thank you for reading! 😊💖

[t4tails]

you don't have to answer this at all, but i was just wondering from one of your last posts- what's wrong with being a radfem? obviously i know what's wrong with being a TERF, but are all radfems terfs? sorry, again you don't have to answer this at all, i'm just struggling to find an answer online because everywhere i look defines radical feminism differently and i was wondering if you had any thoughts

i dont have very in depth thoughts about it rn but the frank answer to "are all radfems terfs" is that in my experience even radfems who say theyre trans inclusive will still not account for trans women in their feminism, and always still be willingly chummy with outwardly transphobic and tranmisogynist ones, and often hold bioessentialist beliefs they have no urge to analyze or work through

[nekropsii]

RUFIOH PROPAGANDA: Literally everything he has ever done to and about Damara - cheating on her and lying to her for years, seemingly never standing up for her when Meenah was terrorizing her, still chasing her image as a sex object to this day (particularly Aradiabot, who he says acts “just like the real thing”), and calling her his “psycho ex” behind her back constantly while acting nice to her face.

KANKRI PROPAGANDA: Straight up doesn’t think Misogyny is real and denies its existence outright, calling it a meaningless pseudoscience not worth any concern, discussion, or consideration. Slutshames Porrim directly to her face.

[deansawthetvglow]

should i accept this job i was offered?

[infiniteseriesofhalfways]

sitting in the parking lot thinking i might vom

[phagodyke]

sometimes I wish I was a more interesting + charismatic person just so I could keep conversations going bc I like sharing space with other ppl but they routinely lose all interest and leave once I run out of things to say/start talking abt things that don't concern them :-(

[tardis--dreams]

Some of those doctors make hating oat milk their entire personality. I hate them. Cannot pretend to find them funny or like i give a shit. Fucking pretentious assholes

[snekdood]

if words are not enough to get a manipulative person to leave you tf alone and hit the road, wtf are ya supposed to do? maybe throw a small toy at them to send a message

[arts-i-enjoy]

Something I've noticed from subbing to just a couple of very small patreons (like fewer than 50 members) is how SHY people are about talking to the creator that they are paying! What's up with that? I wonder if it's because most of these patrons come via tumblr, where there is the culture of talking in the tags/reblogs and comments being your "outdoor voice"/basically it being RUDE to talk to people.

I think that's fucked up, especially in the context of artists (just to be clear every time I say artists that is inclusive of writers). Like these are people that are making a thing and showing it to you, they don't just want silent nods of approval by way of reblogs/likes. They want FEEDBACK. They want CONNECTION. I think a fundamental part of creating and sharing art is the goal of connection. And I don't think people realize how truly disheartening it is to post something and then get completely silent likes/reblogs.

For the love of God they are TALKING TO YOU. TALK BACK!!!!

[a-high-femme]

the fact that I now have a voice recording on my phone of me breaking down crying while trying to sing The Best Day… horrendous

[ayyponine]

girl help im going back n forth on whether or not i should send an email to thank the beautiful man fr letting me join the drawing session last week (more info on that entire situation here and here) and letting him know i probably wont be back but appreciate having had the experience either way. great or horrible idea leave a comment or DM to lmk.

[freakingwizards]

As a mathematician, I now get to teach my dad math at the dinner table. Every time I see the slightly glazed over look of dawning horror in his eyes I know that I'm returning balance to the world.

[girlivealwaysbean]

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[mrstsung]

If people could stop making my faves and f/o blorbo supreme stupid ooc or incompetent for plot. Canon and fanfics alike.

That would be appreciated.

[watch-out-it-bites]

I am. SO being fucked over by my school 24/7 but if I take extra classes I get to graduate early..