Send me "ff+" and a character name and my character will react to finding and reading a graphic and sex-filled fanfiction of themselves and that character.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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we're not kids anymore.
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Send me "ff+" and a character name and my character will react to finding and reading a graphic and sex-filled fanfiction of themselves and that character.
requested by anonymous as reversal to this meme.

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Okay I’m gonna say this once and then shut up about it.
When people post opens ( no I’m not just talking about myself ) they’re posted for people to reply to them. If you find yourself thinking: oh no this roleplayer is too intimidating but I really want to rp with them, and then decide not to because you’re afraid you probably should have replied anyways.
Cause sometimes people work really hard on starters and sometimes they just want something not so serious or lengthy because they’ve got too many drafts already, yet they still want to roleplay. And there’s nothing wrong with it, I myself do it.
But when no one responds to that open starter it makes the rper feel bad.
It makes them feel like no one has the time/or even wants to roleplay with them. So that rper that you really like and have been dying to rp with? If they post an open, reply to it. Just jump in. There’s nothing wrong with being brave. And who knows, you and that rper could become one of the best friends you ever had.
Roleplay is for fun so don’t be afraid to have fun.
My character has been avoiding yours for some mysterious reason. Confront them about it in my askbox!
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Text - open
Stiles: Too good-looking?
Stiles: Arrogant aren't you?
Stiles: Why would you want to ruin me?
Peter: I am.
Peter: Not denying that. I wouldn't be me if I was humble.
Peter: Because then you'll be mine and only mine.
Peter: :)
After venturing into my tag and seeking a few forgotten replies I'm, back up to 17 @.@ Also my back is hurting too so I'm gonna go lay down, I'll be back in a few hours maybe once I eat and then see how tired I am then. Shh go through my blog and send meme things. Any memes on my blog are still open for sending, just make sure to remind me of which it is o.e

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Great sentences for single-line open starters!
Good for use for generic openers, open starters (though I suggest coupling any of them with a reaction image of some sort), or IC asks!
Feel free to use, but please like or reblog if you do! Please do not repost or claim as your own.
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22 drafts down to 9 in just about an hours time. @.@ Also hi people, I'm off hiatus and stuff.
”Um. Wait. Are you complimenting me? This literally never happens, thank you? Your voice is nice, too. I’m actually really flattered.”
"Stiles. Don't. Don't do that. Don't make it weird." [ mostly because he doesn't want to remember that he actually just said that, the fact that he found Stiles' voice pleasant - calming even, was supposed to be his own little secret. ]
”Like what? Did you ever ask us that? No. Because… I just do.”
"I don't have to ask. I know. And because is not an answer."
[ Okay, she might be overreacting. Just a teeny, tiny bit. Maybe. Deep breaths, Max, deep breaths. ]
“Thank you.”
[ With a sigh, she’s going to sift through the remains and try not to whine mournfully as she does so. ]
“At least the memory card looks like it’s still alright…”
"I swear I didn't even touch it." { he's grumbling to himself now, about how he's always blamed when things break. } "We'll go get you a new one whenever you want to."

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"Forgive me if I don’t take your word for it."
"You know.. You should really learn to trust me. I'm a changed man, Derek."
To that, she had no response. No, she wouldn’t ask that of him. Things were difficult enough, tense. She wouldn’t ask for him to just completely ignore his nature, all because others found her beautiful. “You have no reason to be jealous,” she murmured. “We both know that I would choose you.” She had to. She was drawn to him just as much as he was to her.
A sigh escaped him, taking a few steps forward and moving his fingers up to brush a strand of hair from her face before he pressed a kiss to her forehead, "I can't help it. I see it in their eyes - the disgusting thoughts and I just want to rip their heads clean off their shoulders." he huffed, before pressing a kiss to her nose as well. "I'll try to be better, and when I'm jealous; I'll just wrap my arms around you and they'll know you're all mine."
[ She continued to stare at the man, mind absolutely reeling as she tried to process what’d just happened. ]
[ Of course, her heart was pounding frantically with the fear she felt, but what was worse was how she couldn’t find any logic behind what he’d done. ]
[ Werewolves didn’t exist. Monsters weren’t real. But then what the hell was that?! ]
[ Unable to do anything else, and still trying to remember how to speak, she nodded dumbly. ]
[ Impossible. It was impossible. ]
"You don't need to be afraid, I may be the big bad wolf; But I don't plan on eating you. Well.. Not in the cannibalistic way." { there's a smirk upon his lips, shrugging broad shoulders as if he hadn't just scared the shit out of her. } "I know what you're thinking; and monsters do exist. Werewolves, Kanima's, Druid slash darach's, Homicidal foxes even."
teacher, teacher; [ open ]
Cora gritted her teeth, eyes locked onto her uncle’s form and watching him strut about the room like he owned the place.
So he’d managed to get it in with the principal—something Cora didn’t like thinking about.
Lucky break.
Huffing quietly to herself, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his next comment, knowing exactly the amount of weight such a petty comment carried. Picking up her pen and jamming it into her mouth, she chewed angrily, trying to subdue the next snarky comment crawling up her throat.
The metallic taste of blue ink wasn’t enough to stop her.
"Oh—I don’t know—how about getting a different job? Not like you’re any good at this one.”
That was indeed the last straw for him, so; slamming his book shut - and dropping it on the desk. He pulled out his sheet of slips; scribbling her name down on it and moving over to her desk where he laid the slip in front of her. "I believe you'd better hurry up and get to the principal's office. He doesn't like to wait. You're dismissed. But see me after class. You have detention." He'd tried this long to be good, to treat her like the kind uncle he was but honestly the disrespect was pissing him off to the point he wanted to expel her from school himself. But alas, he didn't have that power as a simple history teacher. he turned on his heel, heading back to the chalkboard and turning to scribble across it - the numbers to the pages his class was to read while he taught.
Lydia turned her head, breathless, and catches his thumb in her mouth, tongue and ridge of her teeth pressing against the pad, and moans around it at his half-hearted thrust.
She’s planting her hands on his chest then, giving her the balance to start to roll her hips. Her head falls back, strawberry hair falling down her bare back, and moans again. That’s something she loves about doing this at Peter’s. She can be as loud as she wants, which, on her own, was pretty loud, but with Peter, was doubly so. It just always seemed like he wasn’t satisfied unless she was so pleasure-crazy that she’s ceased to care how loud she is - or how rough. She’s made him bleed before with her nails in his back.
She tips her head forward, lust-dark eyes on the man she’s riding as her hips continue to arch and roll against his, another soft moan working from her, and then she’s surging back down so she can have his lips against hers again.
Her moans are literally music to his ears - he's spent hours just thinking about such beautiful sounds as they come from those perfect lips; he has memories seared into his brain of her head tossed back as he thrusts into her - her moans and cries filling the room and he can really testify to the fact that she's a screamer. His hand remains on her hips; the second she releases his thumb from her lips; his hand slides down over her breasts - thumb and forefinger catching and twisting one of her nipples gently, rubbing the pad against the nub as his hand cups and rubs over her breast. Her head tips forward and his eyes meet hers and he matches the rocking motion of her hips just to pull a moan from her - and he meets her kiss with a hungry growl/groan, hips rocking and the pleasure. With her, it's still so mind blowing. He's highly aware that she's not a virgin, not by far and maybe it's the experience that makes it so damn good. "Lydia.." Her name leaves his lips in a soft purr, his hands running up and down her sides as they move in sync, they've had time to get this perfect and it's to the point they could do it in their sleep and still meet every thrust and every grind.

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Try A Little Tenderness
You need to relax.
Yeah, that was easy for him to say with his age and experience and knowledge of what the hell he was actually doing. Still, she nodded, pulling her hands away from her face so that she could prop herself back up on her elbows.
Well, elbow. Just one. One hand had shot out to grip the man’s shoulder as he started to press into her, lips parting with a soft moan. There was a slight burn, as he filled her, stretched her more than she’d do on her own, but it wasn’t anything more than she could handle. It was a good burn.
Not to mention him teasing her clit once he’d bottomed out. Her grip on both the sheets and his shoulder tightened with a gasp, knees pressing against either side of him as sparks of pleasure rolled through her. She couldn’t stop the slightly breathless laugh that escaped when he swore. ”Pretty sure we are.”
The shifting of his hips elicited a needy whine, her own hips trying to meet his with a jerky movement as he thrust in again. Her body was flushed, nervousness dissipating as he moved, her thoughts focusing on the pleasure he was bringing her. ”Don’t stop, yeah?” she breathed, watching as he moved in and out of her with a strange sort of fascination. ”Because that’s good…really good…”
"I really wasn't planning to." The remark was quiet, thrown out with a subtle smirk on his lips as he began a slow pace of thrusting into her; if there was one thing he loved - it was the feeling of being inside the tight, wet warmth of another body. Sex was something he'd enjoyed since he was younger and really - at the risk of sounding promiscuous - he took it where he could get it. But to be honest; there was something more appealing about younger females, or anyone really - younger than him, preferably like the female beneath him right now. She'd lost her virginity but had yet to fall into a regular pattern of sex so she was still mind blowingly tight around him. Of course, he wasn't small in size by any means. He was well endowed, putting it mildly. His thumb continued to tease her clit as he thrusted into her slowly, steadily - just barely moving but speeding up every now and then, one snap of his hips to bury himself fully inside her. and once he was satisfied with the slow build up; his hands moved; looping the backs of her knees over the bend of his elbows. Forearms bracing against her sides as large hands placed against her back, one at the small and the other between her shoulder blades. He allowed gravity to pull her down on his length, rocking his hips up into her as he moved to press his lips to hers in a surprisingly gentle kiss.
"Do I hear doubt in your voice?
—-hic—-I am a drinking champion.”
{ his eyes narrow and his neck cranes to get a view of the deceiver. He makes an indigent noise when Derek pulls him out of the thicket of bushes and stumbles onto his feet, swaying for a few moments before he regains his footing. Stiles winces at the firm grip on his arm but sags against Derek regardless, keeping his eyes trained on the ground in hopes to stop himself from tripping. }
"Hey-hey, easy on the merchandise, dude. I bruise real easy."
{ He stays silent until they get to Derek’s car, but before he climbs into the passenger seat a wave of nausea runs through him and leaves him leaning against the vehicle miserably, }
”Think m’gonna puke.”
"If you're a drinking champion; I'm a fuckin' princess." [ there's no doubt in his mind that it took very little to get Stiles this drunk, he's seen kids Stiles' size get drunk off one shot of whiskey so it's not that had to believe that that could be what's happened here with the teen. he knows he's being a little harsh with him, but he's displeased. No. He's pissed. Stiles shouldn't have gone to a party to get drunk, alone. that's a good way for him to get hurt and whether people believe it or not - Derek cares for the kid, sees potential in him and he hates seeing him get hurt so of course he's pissed off right now. ] "Go puke in the bushes, If you puke in my car, you're dead. And you'll be cleaning it up during your hangover tomorrow." [ Derek makes good on his threats, Stiles has gotta know that. and yet - in an oddly caring gesture, the wolf's hand presses to the teens back, rubbing up and down gently. ]