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so I stayed up till like 7am to get this done, lmao

BUT my new blog is up and running, kinda, I haven’t posted anything yet so I need to reblog some wishlist crap, a couple musings, and drop starters, but for the first time ever I’ve actually finished the bios of all my characters which like, never happens

my new blog is @vileintcnt so if you wanna follow, read my solid effort at bios lmaoo and then hmu for plotting, I would love that!

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I think I’ll be making a comeback ( again ) lmao soon but I’m gonna probably stick to writing one day a week like a Sunday or something? because I get super excited to rp again, stretch myself too thin and then become overwhelmed which I mean like #adhdthings but I’m eager to add writing into my routines

soooo on that note, if ur okay with once a week replies I’m ur gal

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also on a side note I’ve been wanting to plot out a two cocky fuckboy best friends and an innocent girl kind of thing

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I had a sex dream where Sebastian Stan spat in my mouth and now I wanna come back to rp again

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Amusement flit across her face at the moving of the paperweight, scrunching up her noise to avoid giggling and completely throwing off the moment. She eyed Simon almost with caution, waiting with baited breath for what came next. God only knows this had been a risky manoeuvre on her part, he could have thrown her from the room right there and then, terminated their contract and left her high and dry, but she couldn’t think that way, it lent itself to self doubt and Beatriz very rarely doubted herself. In fact half of her arousal came from the satisfaction that she had successfully turned someone’s gaze, Bea was the type to fuck herself in front of a mirror and that would never change, even with all the extensive hard work Simon had been doing. Her narcissism could be dimmed, but never truly cured. Needless to say, Simon was involved in the way her thighs clenched, how could he have not played a part when he looked at her like that? Spoke to her like that? She wanted to break every boundary they had, she needed to. So, she stood with a smile, slow to traipse toward him and nodded even slower. “You tell me daddy, I thought you were all into experimental methods?” A sultry tease as she tilted her head to the side. “I’m willing to put some real hard work in here, maybe I could…” The sentence lingered as she gently took his hand, tantalisingly unhurried as she lowered to her knees and guided his two longest digits closer to her pouting lips. “Prove it to you…” Bea purred, taking the digits into her mouth as she looked up at him from the perfect height of his hips, sucking them in a deliberate, seductive manner before slowly withdrawing them from the hot cavern of her wet mouth. Her eyes never left him, lashes batting away like there was nothing but devotion behind them.

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Bea rolled her eyes as his pen scratched away, no longer perplexed or needy in her plight to find out what he was writing about her. After all he had written so much at this point she would be wasting her time. Though there had definitely been a point in time where the raven haired nympho would have killed to read about herself — self absorbed as ever, the therapy had made an actual impact on her narcissistic tendencies. Not in their entirety, but it was surprising really that she had budged at all. Soft snort fell from rosy pouted lips as he suggested their deeper connection and she flashed him a knowing smirk. “Oh believe me we weren’t fucking like lovers…” Beatriz teased, and she hummed thoughtfully as she pushed up from his table, picking up a paperweight as she did so she could aimlessly do something with her hands as she waltzed about the room. His further analysis caused her to grin in amusement as she found herself setting down the paperweight in entirely the wrong place, always negligent of how he liked his things neat. “Oh wow Doc, maybe! Better to fuck you than my own dad though, right?” Collapsing down onto the sofa, Bea was gentle as she tiptoed her fingers along the warm golden pools of her thighs, barely concealed by the revealing nature of her skirt. “Maybe that’s all I’ve needed all along, someone to play daddy and give me some real discipline…Make me regret being such a bad, bad girl all the time. Then hey presto, I’m cured, right? Don’t you wanna cure me Si?” Doe eyes fluttered lashes in his direction as she slowly parted her legs to expose the sheer lavender lace concealing her inviting warmth, taking her sweet time to cross them back over as she bit down on her lip, anything to sell the fantasy. “Please daddy?”

Simon was indeed taking down a note this time, stating the date of her dream for his file to review later on, though he’d be lying if he tried to sell the fact that all of his notes had been real over the course of their time together. Bea had itched to know what he thought early on in their private sessions and upon noticing that, he had begun to test her. To just scribble something down at random times to see how antsy she would get. The effect it had waned eventually which Simon was rather proud of her for, but still he’d smirk softly when he noticed her roll her eyes. Old habits died hard, but at least she wasn’t trying to sneak a peek anymore. Personal growth always happened when you least expected it to. But hey, a win was a win. Eyes watched as she roamed around the room before ultimately crossing over to the couch. He waited until she was done completely - with that oh so sweet ‘please daddy’ lingering on her lips before he moved at all. First course of action? To silently move the paperweight back to its rightful place, then to stand up form his leather chair altogether. He’d slowly make his way around the desk in order to lean against the front of it. Then arms crossed over his chest and he gazed down at her with a thoughtful expression. He could be stern here, tell her no and simply move on, but with a girl like her? Perhaps a different tactic would work instead. “Do you think that would work? If I fucked you hard enough? Would you finally be good for me?” Simon allowed the question to hang there for a moment before his eyes dropped to her thighs with a dark gaze. 

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Bea rolled her eyes as his pen scratched away, no longer perplexed or needy in her plight to find out what he was writing about her. After all he had written so much at this point she would be wasting her time. Though there had definitely been a point in time where the raven haired nympho would have killed to read about herself — self absorbed as ever, the therapy had made an actual impact on her narcissistic tendencies. Not in their entirety, but it was surprising really that she had budged at all. Soft snort fell from rosy pouted lips as he suggested their deeper connection and she flashed him a knowing smirk. “Oh believe me we weren’t fucking like lovers…” Beatrix teased, and she hummed thoughtfully as she pushed up from his table, picking up a paperweight as she did so she could aimlessly do something with her hands as she waltzed about the room. His further analysis caused her to grin in amusement as she found herself setting down the paperweight in entirely the wrong place, always negligent of how he liked his things neat. “Oh wow Doc, maybe! Better to fuck you than my own dad though, right?” Collapsing down onto the sofa, Bea was gentle as she tiptoed her fingers along the warm golden pools of her thighs, barely concealed by the revealing nature of her skirt. “Maybe that’s all I’ve needed all along, someone to play daddy and give me some real discipline…Make me regret being such a bad, bad girl all the time. Then hey presto, I’m cured, right? Don’t you wanna cure me Si?” Doe eyes fluttered lashes in his direction as she slowly parted her legs to expose the sheer lavender lace concealing her inviting warmth, taking her sweet time to cross them back over as she bit down on her lip, anything to sell the fantasy. “Please daddy?”

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Beatriz smirked softly at the apparent shock that had lulled Simon from the file he never seemed to be able to escape during their sessions, but she all in all seemed relatively unscathed by his reaction to her admission. ‘I called you daddy in a dream last night.’ And perhaps she had no real reason to tell him that, he likely knew better than anyone how manipulative she could be, but she found herself disclosing the detail anyhow. In truth, Bea was bored, and when she was bored she acted out. Simon just happened to be the handsome new target she wanted to break. So, she tilted her head to the side with a slow sultry smile, and cocked up her brow suggestively. “Daddy.” She repeated, hot on the tip of her tongue, confident and calculated — smooth. “At first I thought it was some fucked up father issue, but…Before I knew it you were bending me over this beautiful old mahogany desk and— Well, you know the rest, Simon.” First name basis being a right she had given herself, after all she was paying a lot of money for therapy. Or at least, her dad was. “Anyway I woke up touching myself and I knew I just had to book an emergency session so we could, y’know, unpack the real reason why I was imagining you stretching me out…” An overdramatic sigh followed as she perched on the edge of his desk with faux innocence in her smile. “Any ideas?”

At this point, Beatriz’s file was rather extensive. Spanning many many sessions between the two of them, he had gleamed far more than perhaps anyone else had been able to when it came to her. She liked to talk, but it took some digging to find anything note worthy. But that was his job after all, and he was pretty damn good at it if he did say so himself. So excuse the open file in front of him if you will, it was simply a lot to remember at any given moment. He could tell her words aimed to get a reaction out of him however, but he simply hadn’t been able to help it. Not in the moment at least, but now that the shock was wearing off he decided it was time to get himself back in control of the situation. His fingers flexed around the pen in his grasp and with a little scribble he made yet another note before answering her. “Any ideas? Well … it could be one of many things really. A lot of clients tend to fall for their therapist in some fashion over time. People tend to do that when someone gets to know them on a deeper level. That could be all it is. Though admittedly that doesn’t often lend itself to the kind of sexual dreams like the one you’re describing.” Of course he’d answer her question seriously. She didn’t want him to but hey, he wouldn’t be in the position he was if he was so easily swayed. Leaning back, away from his notes now, he gives her his full attention before continuing. “Do you remember when we talked about the Electra Complex a few sessions ago? You might simply be manifesting those thoughts onto me … rather than blurring the line with your own father at home. It’s fairly common as well. Do you think there’s any stock in that?”

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Beatriz smirked softly at the apparent shock that had lulled Simon from the file he never seemed to be able to escape during their sessions, but she all in all seemed relatively unscathed by his reaction to her admission. ‘I called you daddy in a dream last night.’ And perhaps she had no real reason to tell him that, he likely new better than anyone how manipulative she could be, but she found herself disclosing the detail anyhow. In truth, Bea was bored, and when she was bored she acted out. Simon just happened to be the handsome new target she wanted to break. So, she tilted her head to the side with a slow sultry smile, and cocked up her brow suggestively. “Daddy.” She repeated, hot on the tip of her tongue, confident and calculated — smooth. “At first I thought it was some fucked up father issue, but…Before I knew it you were bending me over this beautiful old mahogany desk and— Well, you know the rest, Simon.” First name basis being a right she had given herself, after all she was paying a lot of money for therapy. Or at least, her dad was. “Anyway I woke up touching myself and I knew I just had to book an emergency session so we could, y’know, unpack the real reason why I was imagining you stretching me out…” An overdramatic sigh followed as she perched on the edge of his desk with faux innocence in her smile. “Any ideas?”

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Simon is a therap|st but that doesn’t need to come into play here if you don’t want it to. but honestly saw a post calling him dad.dy so …. have someone call him that or something similar lol. idk gimmie. Simon doesn’t wake up often.

“Back up — what did you just call me?” Simon’s eyes were slowly drawn up from the pages on his desk towards the woman standing before him. He had been listening, intently as it were but this? Well this had caught him off guard so excuse him for needing to hear it once more. 

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a plot based on ‘tis the damn season…. small town, childhood friends, one stayed put and the other moved away for college… now comes back for the holidays ten years later… pls

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ig: madelyncline

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Kinda wanna do some quick back and forth with someone? Also kinda tired Idek

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reverse starter call? I’ll come check out your opens :) if you want me to use any of my canon muses go like the reverse starter call on my main blog @succuficial

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COCO JONES x ICU.

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shay mitchell photographed by greg swales.

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Um ' I’m looking to do some plotting to get me in the rp vibe SO if anyone wants to plot something or is drawn to any of my muses plz like or message me? Especially if we already write and i left you high and dry for a few months like the asshole I am ❤️

On this blog I have all my oc’s but my main blog succuficial has all of my canon muses which I haven’t had a chance to develop as of yet so I encourage y’all to take a look

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miss y’all :(