#[ appreciate the ask nonny ^^ ]

[meganegatari]

do you think Ellie would be more a strap, tribbing, or fingering girlie?

~🦈🦈

abby version. dina version. SMUTTY, BRAIN MELTING YAP AHEAD: TRIB TRIB TRIB. hands down. okay i mean, all of em have their perks. she likes the convenience of fingering, the way she's able to be discreet with it perchance. she likes strap because it's able to reach spots inside of you no one even knew existed before...fabled clusters of nerves that make your mind go blank as she hits them repeatedly. but tribbing?? oh girl. she loves everything about it. she loves the mutual pleasure it brings—not that she minds being on either end!—she loves the wetness of it all, if we were to get vulgar. but back to mutual pleasure for a sec, i feel like she'd just revel in the sort of domino effect it has. lemme elaborate. you're getting closer to the peak, which eggs her on to get closer to her own peak, because of the motions she's doing for herself (frantic, irregular humps and bounces on top, bucks of her hips upwards if on bottom...), the way you're reacting (whining and moaning as she fucks your brain to mush, or making her brain turn to mush), and most importantly the fact she can feel it all in real time. every twitch, throb, squirt, clench, yeah she feels it righttt where she needs. then it all tumbles in a domino, or snowball effect. positive feedback loop for the bio gals...just more and more and more and more, you get the idea. also wanna add: whatever the activity of choice was, she'd wanna clean you up properly afterwards, with her mouth of course. slurping and sucking to her heart's content, like a starved woman. like you were her death row meal. more for her own pleasure than yours let's be real...DAMN. went on a tangent lol BUT TRIB IS HER CHOICE METHINKS LMFAO.

[3amfanfiction]

You wrote this about Simon: “At this lieutenant, already chewed up and spit out by the world. More scars than skin at this point. You wonder how many people only see the scars and not the shivering body underneath it, waiting for a soft touch.”

I’d LOVE to read more of this - i wanna be the one to offer him the soft touch he wants so badly, maaaan! He’s just so big n’ strong but i want to let him curl up against me while i pet him until he stops shivering

This came through at the perfect time. I had the desire to write but I was picking at all my wips half heartedly bc none of the them were what I wanted.

But this? This I wanted.

So thank you again and please enjoy 1.5k words of acclimatizing Simon to soft touches.

<33

Ask referencing this post.

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He scared you, the first time you saw him.

Not because of how big he was (tall, thick, muscular) or the look in his eyes (cold, dismissive, too watchful), not even because of the scars themselves (numerous, expansive, tragic).

It was because you knew any interaction would come across as a threat. He had that look in his eyes that said he'd seen the worst of what the world had to offer and he persisted through luck and spite equally. Now he was sat in front of you, too disciplined to let his skin shiver but hating being seen. Hating that you were looking.

When you met him it was through a friend of a friend sort of thing. One of your friends was seeing a Scottish boy and invited you out for drinks with them. You had no reason to say no so you found yourself sitting at a high-top doing your best not to bother the man sitting quietly to your right.

His gruff, Simon, during introductions was the only thing he had said in the last hour, content to sit quietly and watch. Almost outside of the group even though he was sitting at the same table. You made sure to include him when you were speaking to the group, your eyes darting to each person as you spoke, not leaving anyone out. But you made sure to never direct a hard question at him that required an answer. It was all, I bet you never have a problem seeing over the crowd. or I'll grab everyone a drink while I'm up or Sorry, I'll be out of your space in a moment, my jacket was getting a little warm.

He would look at you. Every time you spoke to him he wouldn't shy away from eye contact but that was where his involvement ended. Never a head nod or shake, never a verbal answer.

By the end of the night you were positive he didn't like you. He didn't dis-like you but he didn't like you, you were pretty sure. That was okay though. You'd done your best not to infringe on his space, not wanting to step on his toes. You thought you had done a good job all around and put it out of your mind, the interaction over and done with and no longer needing to be reviewed.

What you never realized was Simon's shoulders lowered a whole inch throughout the course of the night.

\\\

You called your friend out on the number of times she invited you to hang out with Johnny and Simon, flat out asking if she and Johnny were trying to set you and Simon up through subtle double-dating.

"No!" She leaned forward grabbing your hand, her eyes looking earnestly into yours, "I promise it's not like that. Johnny told me he's pretty much all Simon has. Well, their team is. So they're always together when they're home. I don't want Simon to feel like a third wheel or left out or anything."

And you believed her. This was one of her strong suits, always looking out for others. That's probably why you two got along so well, a pair of givers, the both of you. And she had a point. The idea of Simon sitting awkwardly with the other two as his only companions made something twist in your stomach. You didn't want that for him.

So you kept seeing Simon and you kept doing your best to give him space but include him at the same time. You were shocked the first day he spoke to you but the fact that it was a bad joke made a sort of perfect sense.

"What's the best way to carve wood?"

You looked over at him in shock that this was what he chose to break the ice with. At the same time you were delighted and you couldn't help but feel giddy at the prospect of Simon telling you a joke. A bad one by the sound of it.

"How?"

"Whittle by whittle."

"That was absolutely terrible."

He smiled to himself if his eye crinkles had anything to say about it. That giddy feeling bubbling up inside you was getting unsettlingly big right about now. You looked at the ground and bit your lip to keep from a cheesy grin of your own breaking out.

Before you knew it he had no problem speaking to you. While never particularly verbose, he would respond to comments directed towards him, offer his opinion if options were offered, and kept telling awful jokes.

You were hopelessly charmed.

You broke your own rules and reached for him first.

You were sat next to him on a bench, the sun setting and the evening air cooling further. He had told you another one of his god-awful jokes when you unthinkingly swatted out with your hand, brushing his arm. His muscles jumped and his arm tensed right before you made contact as if bracing for a hit. An involuntary reaction to someone reaching for him. It was a horrifying realization.

You sobered quickly and your chuckle died off awkwardly. You turned to face forward, looking out at the street, watching for any sign of your friend or Johnny who had stepped into the store for a quick moment leaving you and Simon to find a bench while you waited. You hoped that if you didn't draw attention to it then your faux pas would pass unmentioned.

You let out a relieved sigh when Simon continued with another comment, not taking your overstepping to heart. By the time the other two had rejoined you the whole situation was forgotten, water under the bridge. You didn't think of it again until it was the end of the night with everyone about to go their separate ways.

When you said goodbye to Simon he said it back, reaching out to brush his hand down your arm in return in almost the exact same spot as where you'd touched him earlier.

Your heart skipped a beat before picking up a double pace. You couldn't help but beam at him, a wide grin splitting your face even as he grunted and turned away, likely embarrassed by your show of emotion.

Today had been a good day after all.

You thought you had ruined it for a moment there, thankful when Simon seemed to brush past it. You hadn't expected him to reciprocate in the same manner though.

Maybe he really did like hanging out with you. You never doubted it for a second.

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It took time–a slow steady build to where you ended up, curled up on the couch together with Simon laying on top of you. You both had your tops off to bask in a little skin-to-skin time.

You'd been together for a few months at this point and it was like night and day to compare him to the Simon you met all that time ago. This one couldn't keep his hands off you to save his life. It was a slow warm-up to get past his walls in a way that wasn't upsetting to either of you. Soft touches that slowly built, leading to hand holding, to hugging, to kissing, to this.

You dragged your fingers slowly up his back, fingertips catching on raised scar tissue before continuing on, ever moving. He hummed into the crook of your neck where he had buried his face when you switched from fingertips to nails, gently scratching the skin.

You loved spending time like this, feeling Simon melt into you, eager for every touch he could get. If you were sitting still and Simon was in the vicinity you could bet that he would be pressed against your side before too much time had passed. Eager for the soft caresses you always had for him.

He was starved for touch and you wanted to feed him.

So you offered, again and again in the beginning–most times with no luck, to let him touch you. On the couch watching TV? Your arms would open, inviting a hug when he walked by. At the table? Your head was tilting up for a kiss if he wanted one. Passing each other in the hallway? You'd raise your hand and hold it in front of you, letting him press his big barrel chest into your palm if he wanted.

It was a slow acclimatization that brought you to today and the taste was all the sweeter for the time you had poured into it.

You lifted a hand to drag it through the spiky hairs at the back of his head, enjoying his groan of contentment. It sounded like he was already halfway asleep and you knew you wouldn't be leaving this spot for a while.

Might as well settle in and get comfortable. You familiarized him to gentle touches, now he was insatiable for them. He would be consuming them from you greedily for as long as you offered.

[navybrat817]

Do you think Bucky would be possessive if you aren't his girl?

Nonnie, I think you forgot a word at the end of your question.

YET.

You aren't his girl yet.

But imagine Bucky is sitting at a table and a few agents are sitting there as well. He tries to block out the chatter, until one of them mentions your name. Followed by his.

"Barnes, you hitting that?"

Which would have him seeing red. Because he wants to fuck you, yes. He also wants to give you the care you deserve. He wants you to be his completely.

"If you're asking if she's my girl," he says as calmly as he can manage, "No."

"So, I have a chance," the agent smirks.

That look is quickly wiped away when Bucky takes a knife out of what appears to be thin air and drives it through the table as the chatter ceases. The blade is right between the agent's fingers. Miraculously, he didn't get cut.

The former Asset is that good.

"You didn't let me finish. She's not my girl yet. So, no, you don't have a chance."

But the question is, did you happen to walk in and witness the event or did word get around?

Love and thanks! ❤️

[pluvioloulou]

I need Athena to make a crack about "am I gonna have to start changing you rent, Tommy?"

😂

She would be taking this as her opportunity to make so many jokes, her time to shine!

And she was definitely joke about Tommy paying rent, and Tommy 110% is like "I can pitch in for groceries whenever I'm here!"

[4th-make-quail]

I come bearing another Twitter link! I haven’t seen this image on tumblr but thought you should see it, lol!

https://x.com/vamp4marie/status/1822970616263147841?s=46&t=zQduTcpARjximG9c7B7ykA

NONNY YOU'RE A FUCKING LEGEND, I CANNOT HANDLE THIS PHOTO WHAT THE FUCK. THE CHEEKBONES!!! THE ARMS!!!! THE SPREAD LEGS?? HELLO???

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

silverreign. now please.

hai anon :DDD not so now but you can get some doodles :3

[thelonelyshore-if]

Hey ! sorry if you've already answered that but do you know how many chapters you think the lonely shore will be ? Hows the writing going btw ? Love your work and how active you are with the community, makes it very fun !

Howdy!!

My outline puts us at around 13 chapters, though with the amount I shift things around we'll see if it remains that way! Could end up being slightly more, could end up being slightly less.

Writing has...had its ups and downs, in all honestly. I've mentioned it before but I've been dealing with some pretty severe writer's block; mostly out of dissatisfaction with the chapter, I think?

Not that I haven't been writing. I think I have close to 30k written for this chapter in total...but we'll see how much of that I can salvage. It's much less than I would have wanted to have at this point.

Sorry to be a bit of a downer 😭 The good news is, with my recent plot switch I've found a lot of motivation. On top of that, I've made it a personal goal to start writing every day again, with or without said motivation.

So far I'm 3 days in and have written over 1k each time! Idk if that sounds like a lot, but compared to this slump I've been in it has felt fantastic.

All that to say, thank you for your kind words! I really appreciate them.

Y'all make the community fun to engage with! I can't exactly work on the story when I'm at work, but I can answer an ask or two, and it always helps keep my brain rolling about tls!!

I'm very grateful for everyone who's been following the story--you're all amazing, and y'alls enthusiasm helps remind me that I love this story, too, even when it feels impossible <3

[chrollohearttags]

omg your last post is so real! ppl want writers to continuously pump out content when all they do is like like babes this isn’t instagram 😭

I’m saying tho!!! 😭 like it’s getting ridiculous. All these bad takes and mean spirited rage bait posts are insane. And trust me, I haven’t lost my spark or motivation to do it but I’m not rushing to post when it’ll just go unappreciated.

[syluses]

Your yandere Sylus is the only yandere Sylus I ever want to read so I'm gonna embarrass myself and ask you to please also write the stepdad Sylus series like you're planning, because I know you'd do it justice 🥺 *runs away*

wahh nonnie 🥹💕 Fear not… i already got my playlist ready for that series <3 (lots of selena songs👀) dunno when itll be!! but i have the title + plot loosely figured out and everything hehe :]

[tj-crochets]

How to deal with poison ivy: long thick gloves, preferrably waterproof and/or rubber. Also wear long sleeves and thick shoes and pants to prevent skin contact. You should also wear a mask and goggles, but that might be difficult to get.

Chop back as much as you are able.

Go to hardware/garden store and buy weed killer. While there also buy safety goggles and/or respirator if needed and is stocked.

Use weed killer on stems, if there are other plants you want to keep around the ivy stems, try to avoid spraying them, it will also kill those plants. Avoid spraying self with chemicals. Instructions should be on container.

(heres a hint for using weed killer! Its best to use it shortly after it rains, since thats when plants grow the most, and are most likely to absorb the chemicals! Dont use weed killer before it rains, the water will wash off the chemicals)

Afterwards scrub all tools liberally with dish soap and be sure to rinse and dry thoroughly to prevent rust.

Put used clothing through wash separately from other laundy to prevent cross contamination. Feel free to wash multiple times.

Shower and soap thoroughly.

If poison ivy does not die in the next few days, or it rains unexpectedly, apply weed killer again.

If you are unable to get weed killer, the next best option would be to did up the poison ivy with a shovel, however that puts you in direct contact so is highly ill-advised

Thank you!!! My dad did get the poison ivy removed. Theoretically. I haven't gone out to check lol

[egotokill]

Curious about your thoughts about the pope tbh

THANK YOU. well ok truthfully i am not catholic, i come from an eastern orthodox and jewish family (the family tree is a bit complicated.) but i really liked francis so i was kind of invested in the conclave. ive never heard this cardinals name before until he got chosen AND FRANKLY i think his birth name (ROBERT FRANCIS!) is much cooler than fucking leo XIV but whatever. he's the pope and im transgender i cant judge any naming choices.

views wise it seems he's less "liberal" than francis is which Like on one hand that sucks On the other hand im not catholic how is that realistically gonna affect me. i dont know how much the pope's views affect catholics in their daily lives. sucks he doesnt like gay people but he Was chosen to be the greatest most catholic man in the world so i dont know what i was expecting. interested to see a chicago born guy leading the catholics. we're in for a fun few years i think, at least i am as an outsider. Also as a bonus i need you to know that the white smoke came out while i was on a few edibles and i watched the reveal high as fuck. i gasped when the window opened

[ladysnorkles]

C, E, G, and P

Thank you! :)

C = Cum: Turn on, turn off, or favorite?

Turn on!

E = Exhibitionism: Do you like being seen getting off? Ever done anything explicitly hoping to get caught?

I'm not an exhibitionist & never done anything to explicitly get caught.

To overshare... many moons ago, I used Chaturbate and showed my boobs off, but it was mostly to watch guys, direct some through... *wiggles eyebrows* and mod on ladies' chats, lol.

G = Glory Hole: Would you ever go to a glory hole? Have you been to one?

Answered here

P = Pubes: Full bush, trimmed, shaved, waxed, what do you do? What do you prefer?

Currently have a full-on wilderness experience. 😝

Will keep things shaved with a partner... never tried waxing, tho.

★ Kink Alphabet Ask Meme ★

[navybrat817]

Bucky may be the neighbor who swims nude, but I feel like Ari would do the same. 😂

Bucky swims naked when he knows you're close by, nonnie. 😉 He likes to give you a show and wants you to come over and join him.

But Ari is very much that neighbor who hardly ever wears a shirt.

Getting the mail. Mowing his lawn. Just walking around. Man doesn't wear a shirt. Does he own one? He proves to you that he does when you catch him wearing one, but the thing still isn't buttoned. So you get a glimpse of his chest and abs and you may mumble to yourself that it's slut behavior because why else would he walk around like that? All. The. Time?

And, listen, Bucky gets that slut behavior because he walks around in sweatpants that leave nothing to the imagination and smirks when he catches you looking because he loves having your attention. And, of course, you look. You know what's packing and you want to feel him again.

And Steve?

Tiddies in those smedium shirts, his "poor" tenant wonders how the fabric doesn't rip. The man is smart and has money. Why can't he buy a shirt that fits? Or pants for that matter? Why do you want to bite his ass?

Harlots. All of them.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[eureka-its-zico]

oh my god your dr robby fic just made me feel emotions I forgot I had. genuinely was yearning so hard i was nauseous for like 45 minutes after reading the fifth chapter (after binge reading the others). i’m so excited for the next chapter geeeeez, amazing job, especially because i’ve been heartless for like over a year and you made me feel something!!! yay!!!!!!!!

Nonnie! Lol I’ve doubt you’ve been heartless for over a year! On the flip side, I am happy that my fic is able to bring you a lot of emotions. Some of my favorite books and fan fics have been ones that made me very emotional and took me a on a memorable journey. I’m hoping that I can continue to do this until we reach the very end 🖤🖤

Thank you for taking the time to send this and for being funny, lovely, and sweet 🖤🖤 I hope you’re doing well, Nonnie and taking care of yourself. Much love

[mynameismckenziemae]

Not sure why everyone is hyping you up.. You are the most average looking white woman. Miles, Glen and Lewis wouldn’t look at you twice.

You’re not wrong 😂 hell, I’d be happy if they looked at me once 🤷🏻‍♀️

[nalyra-dreaming]

I truly admire your patience with all the asks like “I don’t like Lestat this”, or “I don’t think Sam is that” or “I’m worried I might loose interest in S3”… like… Maybe a weird thing for some people but it’s actually okay not to like things, it’s okay to loose interest, what’s not okay is to expect the world to dance around your particular interests, ideas and expectations.

The show runners and actors and professionals, who already proved they know their job pretty well during the last two seasons. If the next season turns out to be not your cup of tea, that’s fine, it happens, it’s okay. What you think is lame, others will find brilliant. The fandom may become smaller or bigger, the show might be better or worse, it’s totally fine to jump off this train in the middle of the ride if that’s what you want.

Me, I personally wholeheartedly trust the producers, the writers and the actors. I wish them best of luck with their work and to all the most anxious fans - just enjoy something else while you wait for s3. Do not judge what you haven’t seen yet.

Sorry for the rant. I just sometimes see your asks and think - ugh here we go again

:)) I get the anxiety of people, I guess.

I mean... This show... this reincarnation of these books has been decades in the making. DECADES. I waited 30 fucking years. Emotions are high. And especially what is to come now has never been adapted before. First time. And if you then anticipate something and it doesn't match your hopes that can be very disappointing.

But yes.

I also trust them to do this right. Especially since this is why they wanted to do the show in the first place. It's gonna be amazing I bet.

That said, you are of course right. Sometimes you just lose interest, and that is okay. And sometimes, you return to an obsession, a whopping 30 years later *g*