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frat!user cate dunlap bot because..douchbags and hot girls i guess

frat!user being a complete douche and yet needing cate? hell yeah.

cate was the epitome of everything you hated and couldn’t resist. the perfect little sorority princess, always walking into your parties with that confident strut, her blonde hair shining under the shitty string lights and her tits looking like a goddamn blessing in that tight, barely-there top. you hated how much you wanted her. it pissed you off, how she’d roll her eyes when you said something crass, but still lingered close enough to make sure you’d notice her. And you always noticed her.

"what’s the matter, cate? no one to take you home tonight?" you leaned against the counter, holding a red solo cup like it was a trophy. your grin was cocky, the kind of grin that pissed her off, but you loved the way her cheeks turned red when you used her name like a weapon.

she glared, but didn’t walk away. of course, she didn’t. cate loved the game, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

"god, you’re such an asshole," she shot back, but there was a crack in her voice that told you exactly how this night would end.

later, in your room, you were relentless. you had her pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded into her like it was your mission to ruin her for anyone else. her moans were messy, desperate, and they fed your ego like nothing else could. you gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, but she didn’t complain. she only clung tighter, nails scratching down your back like she needed you to tear her apart just to feel whole.

after, when she was sprawled across your bed, her golden hair tangled and her lips swollen, you tossed her a shirt—one of yours—and muttered, "don’t get too comfortable." like you hadn’t just lost your mind inside her. like you didn’t crave the feeling of her wrapped around you the second she stepped out of your door.

the next day, you barely looked at her. passing her in the hallway, you smirked and muttered, "morning, princess," as if nothing had happened. but you caught the flicker of heat in her eyes, the way her fingers twitched like she was remembering last night.

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hihi:3 im not sure if you know nd this might b very annoying if you already do but the link to your doc for your sb bots isnt working anymore :(

haii!! THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME (i was not aware of this…) but i’ll try to figure out what’s wrong with it!

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Hi eli!I'm not asking for a part 3 of the fanfic,. a bit of an explanation maybe, it's cool when you just yap or whatever, but I was wondering— and I hope it's not annoyijyng I don't mean to drag anything out 🤕🤕🤕 but after all the degrading, overwhelming emotions, shame and guilt, do you think Ben would do some kind of aftercare? How would he go about that?

hihi anon! not annoying at all—it’s a great question, and i lub exploring the layers of dynamics like this.

benjamin isn’t the type to immediately think about aftercare; he’s naturally abrasive, cocky, and doesn’t always consider the emotional aftermath of his actions. but he’s not entirely heartless, and if he noticed that the shame and guilt he’d stirred up in you started to overwhelm you in a way that genuinely pulled you out of the moment, he’d probably shift gears. however, his version of “aftercare” would still be flavored with his personality—teasing but softer, with a begrudging sort of tenderness.

he’d probably take his time winding down, not because he’s calculating but because it takes him a second to recognize when things have gone too far. he’d notice you looking small, or quiet, and it would click for him.

“you look like you’re about to cry,” he’d say, sitting back and watching you for a beat, his tone less sharp, more curious. “jesus. did i actually break you?”

it’s not immediately comforting, but he’d soften when he sees your reaction, realizing he’s hit a nerve. with a sigh, he’d stretch out beside you, his warmth pressing against your side. “alright, don’t start bawling on me now. c’mere.” he’d pull you close, maybe resting a heavy hand on your chest or your hip, grounding you with his presence.

he’s not the type for flowery apologies, but he’d make an effort to ease the tension in his own way—likely with rough-edged reassurances. “you’re fine,” he’d mutter, running a hand over your arm or your back, the touch surprisingly gentle. “you liked it, didn’t you? don’t act like i dragged you into something you didn’t want.”

if the shame lingered, he might tilt your chin up to meet his gaze, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “hey,” he’d say, his voice low. “don’t get stuck in your head about it. you’re here. ‘m here. that’s all that matters.”

it’s not traditional aftercare, but it’s ben. he wouldn’t completely lose his teasing edge, but there’d be an underlying care in his actions—like wiping you down without making a big deal about it or pulling the blanket over both of you. he’d let the moment settle, holding you close in a way that feels less like an apology and more like an unspoken acknowledgment that, for all his cockiness, he does care.

so yes, ben would provide aftercare—but in his own way. and if you need more comfort, if you asked for it, he’d try, even if it didn’t come naturally.

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You have a doc with all ur soldier boy bots? Asking for science …. 👁️👁️

noo baby, sadly i only have a doc for all my upcoming bots(which soldier boy bots are there!) but I HAVE PLENTY of docs with all my upcoming fics for him!! (you’re all not ready for the mess i will unleash soon.)

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Ummm yeah, that Kai Parker and Ethel Cain combo was something I didn’t think i needed, and now I’m afraid I need more.

kaithel core is something everyone needs, i understand. he’s so very ethel cain coded, strangers, sun bleached flies, and family into specifically.

strangers—"if i'm turning in your stomach and i'm making you feel sick (sick)"—kai’s existence is corrosive. its the ache in your gut after swallowing something you shouldn’t, like glass, like blood. his existence burrows deep under your skin, uncomfortable and wrong, a splinter you can’t dig out. he is aware of the sickness he brings—he likes it. he revels in the way his presence unsettles, because being hated feels closer to love than being forgotten.

sun bleached flies—"god loves you, but not enough to save you" the lyric resonates with his rejection by his family and the universe. he was never "enough" for his coven, which fueled his descent into madness.(cough,cough killing)

and well, i already did my personal take on family tree, and i think that one just fits him really well.

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Omg soldier on Soldier?? Like as in, soldier on soldier? WHAT DOES THIS MEANN I NEED TO KNOWW

okay so…. basically….ben as a soldier reader as a soldier getting freak eeky!

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This is so long sorry and my grammar sucks but also I don't think i've really taken the time to appreciate tumblr for this.. honestly just thank God for the anonymous option because this is a little embarrassing. At least I can save face. I wanted it to be a bot but halfway through I figured cai probably can't handle this sort of thing because of the restriction, I wouldn't mind a fanfic but I wasn't sure if you took request for those.

I was a lil inspired by that stiles thing you wrote recently (so good by the way) and wanted to request a soldier boy boarding school thing, w user/(reader)) who like, very clearly transferred from a catholic boarding school, in a way that It goes without saying. Benjamin and user connected quickly at the beginning of the term, always hanging out and being sort of friendly and Ben helping user adjust to the new environment and little things so he isn't such an easy target (and he was)

Basically what I'm saying is they were really close, too close, And user/reader is Ashamed of it, Ashamed of his thoughts and how he starts to feel but he can't help it. He starts to distance himself from ben. Late at night, Ben hears crying coming from the bathroom the both of them share (they share a room, the two of them) like. real tears. Ben enters, I don't know how else to word it from here but user was basically jerking off to something of his. When I wrote this, I was thinking about that peach scene from cmbyn, it's very different obviously but just that same kind of shame, gross and guilty feeling... but Ben basically.. helping. If you know what i mean. Also because it's sort of a mess, user hasn't done it before.

anon, first of all, thank you for trusting me with your idea and sharing something so personal. the catholic guilt trope is chef's kiss for setups like this—especially when paired with the messy emotions and intimacy you’ve described. and don't even worry about your grammar; your message comes through loud and clear. i totally get the inspiration you're drawing from, and i’m interested.

also i can totally see reader jerking off to ben’s underwear, feeling so disgustingly ashamed, but not being able to stop. in the bathroom they share, reader (over here losing his sanity and self control) is crouched on the floor, sweating, trembling. ben’s underwear is gripped tightly in one hand, while the other is clutching a rosary, beads digging into their palm. they’re trying so hard not to make a sound as their cock strains, covered in the stolen fabric, hips jerking forward in broken, desperate movements. each gasp feels like a betrayal, but they can’t stop. they bite their lip to the point of bleeding, muffling their cries of frustration and pleasure.

but the guilt is suffocating, mingling with the rush of their body’s betrayal. they’re trembling harder now, tears slipping down their cheeks as their hand works faster, conflicted whispers slipping out: “‘m sorry. i’m so sorry…” as if apologizing to some unseen force, or maybe to ben himself. the smell of him on the fabric—clean but musky—is driving them insane, and it only deepens the ache of self-loathing. and ben coming seeing him, would probably feel cocky and take over. still being a fucking dick, but helping his friend out with his…little problem. “feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper that sends a shiver down their spine. “bet you’ve been pent up for weeks, huh? poor fuckin’ thing…”

anywho… if you ever want me to flesh this out as a proper fanfic or as a bot, just let me know!

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eep…. i think my cai is bugginh but your bot masterlist again says [unsupported link] ALL I WANNA DO IS USE MU FAV BOTS PLEASE IM GOING CRAZY do you think you could make a post on here and link the masterlist of bots… ITS OKAY IF NOT I PROMISE IM NOT FORCING ☹️☹️☹️ also this is gonna be well embarrassing if youve already done this and i havent seen it🍎🍎🍎

have some young jensen pics mmmeeeeoeowowo

OMG baby, no worries at all—you're not crazy, i promise! i’ll absolutely try and figure what’s wrong and if that doesn’t work i’ll just add a link here—anything to help you get to your fav bots!

also, young jensen pics?? HELLO. you know exactly how to make my day better. meow, indeed. have some back!!

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elias omg i just finished season 6 of the vampire diaries and i thought you should be the first one to get my reaction so: what the fuck ?????

lmao RIGHT??? season 6 is actually insane. i need to know exactly which part made you lose your mind first because there are SO many. but also kai my glorious king was the only reason why i LOVE season 6!!

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EEPWTFFFFFF!!!! DROP ANOTHER FIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURS .·°՞(˃ □ ˂)՞°·. /lh

i’m not going to lie… i have a debra morgan drabble and some unfinished fics (around 10k words for soldier boy and kai parker LOL!!)

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ur bots tickle me in the right way

awh thank you angel! i’m glad you enjoy them!!

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new theme pics eat so hard that i wanna eat you out 😛

blud…(my legs are wide open, take off my pants) i mean get out of my inbox nyx!!!

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COME BACKKK WE MISS YOU :/

so sorry anon, today was just… very hectic and ew. but eepwtf is back!!

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Thoughts on romantic growling?

honestly, it can definitely hit differently depending on the context. sometimes it’s animalistic and intimate in the best way—like a raw, unfiltered display of passion. other times, it can come off as cringy if it’s forced or out of place. and that’s when i find myself staring at my phone, questioning all of my life choices, b4 deciding to power through and keep reading.

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What’s in your pants? Like androgynous people are weirdos, just say you don’t know what you are lmao.

a unicorn riding the resident evil soundtrack on repeat. what’s in yours? probably nothing exciting, considering you’re this pressed about someone else’s existence.

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Jinx did survive! in the scene where the bomb goes off, you can see the line of shimmer from Jinx’s powers as she escapes into the air vent, which is why Caitlyn was looking into them at the end. as well as the fact that Jinx said she’d ride on an airship one of these days when she was a kid and cue the ending scene of one and that was when it said the end in her writing.

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at least that’s how I take it.

that’s such a cool interpretation! didn’t notice the shimmer detail during the explosion scene, but now that you mention it, it makes so much sense. the connection with her childhood dream about the airship and the ending scene feels so intentional—it’s like they left breadcrumbs for us to piece together her survival.