sheeranpixie 2.0

Multimuse blog. As described! Previous account @sheeranpixie lost access to the account. 21+ (December 1995) she/her, call me J. AO3 account: DirtyLittleHalfBlood (Please note I work exclusively from my app and struggle with the web version; apologies in advance for any problems!)

[cookiesandcosplay]

Character Bio Masterlist

A helpful little pinned post to help you get to know my muses!

Tags for their linked posts are as follows:

c: lex (tagged for eating disorder and self harm history)

c: cala

c: pixie

Name: Alexandra Hunter. Age: 28 A.KA: Huntress, Lex, Lexie. Origin: Human, with mutations. Sexuality: Bisexual Face Claim: Emma Watson

Name: Pixie Jones A.K.A: Sekhmet (in verses for X-Men, Avengers etc.), Pix or Tink. Age: 29 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Fa

Name: Cala Thomas Age: 29 A.KA: Cal, Persephone Origin: Human, with mutations. Sexuality: Pansexual Face Claim: Kat Dennings Power/Ski

[cookiesandcosplay]

“I believe it was Hubble, but surely the idea of senses, even those within mutation rest within the standard five? Kinesis is a form of Touch, tracing a form of scent and so on. But I’m being pedantic I suppose.” Lex rambles back softly, rather enjoying the lengthy chatter.

At the confirmation of identity, the muzzle lifts into another gentle smile, feline fangs appearing almost friendly as Hank drops to the ground. “Beast? Were you a Disney fan, or just surrounded by the cruel?” She asks half playfully, ruffling her hair before taking his hand, shaking with a surprising firmness. “Alexandra, though most call me Lexie or Alex. But I suppose the nom de guerre is Huntress if we’re going full super.”

She can’t help but notice the small furrow in his brow, wondering what thought led to the small reaction was towards. “It’s a pleasure Dr. McCoy…”

[positivelybeastly]

"What others might call pedantry, I can parse as an appreciation for the specific. You would indeed be correct, most mutant gifts are quantifiable in their likeness to other senses, though my understanding is that telepathy is somewhat unique - though one might assume it's a simple matter of hearing thoughts, my esteemed colleague, Jean, tells me it isn't so. Oh, but, ah, I'm rambling." Hank noted Lexie's firm shake of his hand, wondering if he was so bold as to inquire as to the specifics of her mutation already.

He decided he was not.

Then came the quip, and he inclined his head in good humour, returning the smile.

"Neither, in fact. I predate the Disney incarnation of de Beaumont's character, and my moniker was chosen in younger days, when it was more of a sardonic quip about the inherent ridiculousness of prejudice, and not an unfortunately apt description of the scientist you see before you."

He would leave out the part where he had, effectively, done this to himself. It didn't do to dwell on such details.

"It is an equal pleasure to meet you as well, Alex. Since you appear to have been abandoned by our resident Cajun, might I serve as an adequate replacement, and show you around the Mansion? I make for decent company, or so I'm told."

[cookiesandcosplay]

The young woman found herself oddly comfortable with someone so chatty. It was nice for her not to feel like a know it all for once - Hank’s excitement a rather nice change to the usual disdain for her feline form.

“More than decent, Doc. I’m just happy to have someone who speaks my language for once, and someone whose nose doesn’t itch when my fur is showing.” She eventually admits, her feet - though oversized paws would be a more accurate description in this state - shifting a little on the tiles. It was as though she were padding nervously, like a kitten kneading at the ground - her tail flickering behind her like a beige metronome.

So many scents and sounds, it was hard for her to filter everything out in these new surroundings. Usually Alex could cope with heavy background noise and ambience, but the energy here was different, so heavy with synthetic sound, engineered noise and such variation that her senses weren’t quite acclimatised to yet… The idea of someone who spoke to her in a way that was as thought provoking and somehow distracting as Hank McCoy seemed to serve as a soothing coping mechanism.

[deadgirlsam]

what do you fucking mean he's 6'4

[cookiesandcosplay]

Sam Winchester is a fully sized Great Dane who does not realise he isn’t a puppy anymore.

Jared Padalecki is a fully sized Great Dane who is incredibly aware of his size but is going to sit in your lap regardless.

[shadowboxersam]

his bambi swag

[greelin]

of course i have a lot of pent-up rage you fool i’ve been the same height since i was 12

[were-all-idjits-here]

The idea of the reader nerding out about something and then being like “oh stop me if this gets boring” and Sam’s just like “no no please go on 😍”

[cookiesandcosplay]

Hello peoples!!!

Just dropping a message here to try and enlighten everyone. I’ve been quiet, very quiet.

I am aware and I apologise.

I’ve been having a rough few weeks and Tumblr has been playing up for me too.

So please consider this my “I am alive” post. If anyone is waiting on anything from me, please message me? Tumblr has been eating posts like crazy and my brain is not taking stuff well.

[valtsv]

how did you not realise i was flirting? i literally told you i bruise easily and often

[valtsv]

do you think i just go around asking anyone what their bite force per square inch is

[fuckyeahalisonblaire]

Carol 

[voughtsvintagehero-deactivated2]

[ trouble in paradise - pixie & ben - @cookiesandcosplay ]

this was the first time that ben had truly decided to kick up his boots and finally be ben for once and let soldier boy take a break. he stopped by a local bar, none of the locals minded him being in there because ben never really caused trouble and kept to himself. ben would often start of with a beer to settle himself, he was here to have fun, finally kick loose and enjoy himself without having someone else's permission to finally have fun. he would sit at the bar, minding his own business - watching whatever repeat of the sports game that was on because they never seemed to have a live game in this place.

the bar area being quite calm and bustling with life to say that it was their usual happy hour. either ben was going to talk to someone tonight or he was just going to bask in his surroundings which he felt he missed out on since being in a russian lab for almost 3 decades.

[cookiesandcosplay]

As his tongue shifts, caressing the mound beneath her half soaked underwear, her body bare now under his calloused hands. She’s shaking, her thighs locking around his head with a gasping whine.

Pixies spine arches, her back a perfect curve as golden hair flows like a waterfall across her heaving chest. The way he hums, sending vibrations through her slick skin makes her tremble again, one hand grabbing at the thick dark hair while the other grips the sheets beneath her.

“B… Ben.” The sound is soft, barely audible to the human ear.

[voughtsvintagehero-deactivated2]

“Mmmm”

Ben’s tongue would be deeper inside, now flicking the tip of his tongue inside of her. With each flick, pleasuring his partner, allowing her to fully embrace Ben’s desire for her.

Ben would look up at her, his hues watching her arch her back as he pleased her. He wanted to get her in the mood as both of them were definitely not going to have one round, especially with their enhanced stamina combined.

“You’re so wet baby, want me to keep eating this pussy & treat you like a goddess?”

[cookiesandcosplay]

The sight of Ben’s eyes peering up between her pale thighs are almost enough to end her there and then. The green shining like gemstones in the soft lamplight of the room.

Pixie struggles to keep herself settled, the whimpers and heavy breathes filling the air, her senses taken in by the feeling of rough facial hair and the soft tongue. She feels giddy, her head spinning as he pushes further, a gasping moan slipping as she grips onto his hair a little tighter.

Gods that voice, it’s like hot honey, warm and sweet no matter how filthy the words that fall from his mouth are. She grits her teeth for a moment, trying to steel her resolve to speak. “B-Ben… Fuck, please. Please…” At this point Pixie isn’t even sure what she’s begging for now, she’s just hungry, needy.

[voughtsvintagehero-deactivated2]

[ trouble in paradise - pixie & ben - @cookiesandcosplay ]

this was the first time that ben had truly decided to kick up his boots and finally be ben for once and let soldier boy take a break. he stopped by a local bar, none of the locals minded him being in there because ben never really caused trouble and kept to himself. ben would often start of with a beer to settle himself, he was here to have fun, finally kick loose and enjoy himself without having someone else's permission to finally have fun. he would sit at the bar, minding his own business - watching whatever repeat of the sports game that was on because they never seemed to have a live game in this place.

the bar area being quite calm and bustling with life to say that it was their usual happy hour. either ben was going to talk to someone tonight or he was just going to bask in his surroundings which he felt he missed out on since being in a russian lab for almost 3 decades.

[cookiesandcosplay]

As his tongue shifts, caressing the mound beneath her half soaked underwear, her body bare now under his calloused hands. She’s shaking, her thighs locking around his head with a gasping whine.

Pixies spine arches, her back a perfect curve as golden hair flows like a waterfall across her heaving chest. The way he hums, sending vibrations through her slick skin makes her tremble again, one hand grabbing at the thick dark hair while the other grips the sheets beneath her.

“B… Ben.” The sound is soft, barely audible to the human ear.

[voughtsvintagehero-deactivated2]

[ trouble in paradise - pixie & ben - @cookiesandcosplay ]

this was the first time that ben had truly decided to kick up his boots and finally be ben for once and let soldier boy take a break. he stopped by a local bar, none of the locals minded him being in there because ben never really caused trouble and kept to himself. ben would often start of with a beer to settle himself, he was here to have fun, finally kick loose and enjoy himself without having someone else's permission to finally have fun. he would sit at the bar, minding his own business - watching whatever repeat of the sports game that was on because they never seemed to have a live game in this place.

the bar area being quite calm and bustling with life to say that it was their usual happy hour. either ben was going to talk to someone tonight or he was just going to bask in his surroundings which he felt he missed out on since being in a russian lab for almost 3 decades.

[cookiesandcosplay]

Her back hitting the wall wasn’t something Pixie had expected, though it was certainly welcome. People often feared the strengths, the powers, it made them wary and uneasy to push her boundaries. If anything, Ben’s lack of fear and hesitation made him all the more attractive.

The thumb at her lip was only proof of his nature, she couldn’t resist running her tongue across it as he spoke his not so sweet nothings. Her hips roll against him lightly in approval of the idea.

“Pretty boy, you keep talking like that… I ain’t gonna last long.” Her fingers wind into his hair, pulling him close again, the taste of whiskey and tobacco still clinging to his lips. “First door on the right, double time now, Soldier.” Her voice is a little lower now, almost a soft growl against his lips.

[voughtsvintagehero-deactivated2]

Ben would listen to her orders, following them like a good soldier that he was. Ben carried her into the bedroom, extremely turned on by how she was talking to him. Ben would slam the door behind them so that they wouldn't be disturbed. Ben would place her on the bed with him on top of her for now. "Mhm, let's see how long you last.. I wouldn't want you to burst on your first time with me.. so let's test that theory.. " Ben would firmly squeeze her thigh, tracing his fingers down her legs, teasing her and turning her on even more. "Mhm, maybe I start off with using my mouth and then we work up to the main event.. but first, I think the clothes are restricting us from all of that.."

[cookiesandcosplay]

Pretty and a tease… Pixie was sure she could get used to this. He carries her with such an ease it makes her tremble, the flutter in her gut sending her mad. Her lips trail along his neck playfully until she’s laid on the bed, a soft groan filling the air as he grips her thigh again, Bens fingers gentle on her leg.

“Oh, Gaia save me…” It’s a soft whimper, the look in his eyes sending her a little weak. Heat pulses in her hands, trying to resist the urge to burn away every garment on his body, instead her fingers sneak beneath his T-shirt, tracing the hard lines and meeting his gaze - as if waiting for permission to pull it away.

“If that tongues as sweet as it sounds, pretty boy, I can’t wait to see how it feels.”

[voughtsvintagehero-deactivated2]

"Mhm, Pixie. I want you." Ben's words were sensual, those words could simply turn a woman on in a heartbeat. "Your whimpers are so good. I wanna hear what's on your mind baby. Do you really want me to fuck you so hard that you will always want a second helping of me? Ben was a tease, but he asked for her permission to take off her clothes as well. "Take my clothes off and I'll take yours off. Mhm, where would I start? I think I might eat you out first.. hearing your moans and all the names you're gonna call me.."

[cookiesandcosplay]

“Fuck…” The words are gentle, hardly distinguishable as she pulls away his shirt, admiring the body beneath. Chiselled. It was as if he’d been made in photoshop!

“I… I…” Her words are almost choked. The nerves of steel suddenly a puddle in her brain. The thought of Ben between her legs, toying with her, pushing her to the brink seeming to be a little too much for her brain to consider.

Every breathe seems to feel heavy, her usual witty remarks and teasing words lost in a sea of filthy thoughts and desires. Instead she winds her fingers back to his hair, pulling him into another kiss and whimpering into his mouth. Praying it’s enough to show her desire.

[voughtsvintagehero-deactivated2]

[ trouble in paradise - pixie & ben - @cookiesandcosplay ]

this was the first time that ben had truly decided to kick up his boots and finally be ben for once and let soldier boy take a break. he stopped by a local bar, none of the locals minded him being in there because ben never really caused trouble and kept to himself. ben would often start of with a beer to settle himself, he was here to have fun, finally kick loose and enjoy himself without having someone else's permission to finally have fun. he would sit at the bar, minding his own business - watching whatever repeat of the sports game that was on because they never seemed to have a live game in this place.

the bar area being quite calm and bustling with life to say that it was their usual happy hour. either ben was going to talk to someone tonight or he was just going to bask in his surroundings which he felt he missed out on since being in a russian lab for almost 3 decades.

[cookiesandcosplay]

Her back hitting the wall wasn’t something Pixie had expected, though it was certainly welcome. People often feared the strengths, the powers, it made them wary and uneasy to push her boundaries. If anything, Ben’s lack of fear and hesitation made him all the more attractive.

The thumb at her lip was only proof of his nature, she couldn’t resist running her tongue across it as he spoke his not so sweet nothings. Her hips roll against him lightly in approval of the idea.

“Pretty boy, you keep talking like that… I ain’t gonna last long.” Her fingers wind into his hair, pulling him close again, the taste of whiskey and tobacco still clinging to his lips. “First door on the right, double time now, Soldier.” Her voice is a little lower now, almost a soft growl against his lips.

[voughtsvintagehero-deactivated2]

Ben would listen to her orders, following them like a good soldier that he was. Ben carried her into the bedroom, extremely turned on by how she was talking to him. Ben would slam the door behind them so that they wouldn't be disturbed. Ben would place her on the bed with him on top of her for now. "Mhm, let's see how long you last.. I wouldn't want you to burst on your first time with me.. so let's test that theory.. " Ben would firmly squeeze her thigh, tracing his fingers down her legs, teasing her and turning her on even more. "Mhm, maybe I start off with using my mouth and then we work up to the main event.. but first, I think the clothes are restricting us from all of that.."

[cookiesandcosplay]

Pretty and a tease… Pixie was sure she could get used to this. He carries her with such an ease it makes her tremble, the flutter in her gut sending her mad. Her lips trail along his neck playfully until she’s laid on the bed, a soft groan filling the air as he grips her thigh again, Bens fingers gentle on her leg.

“Oh, Gaia save me…” It’s a soft whimper, the look in his eyes sending her a little weak. Heat pulses in her hands, trying to resist the urge to burn away every garment on his body, instead her fingers sneak beneath his T-shirt, tracing the hard lines and meeting his gaze - as if waiting for permission to pull it away.

“If that tongues as sweet as it sounds, pretty boy, I can’t wait to see how it feels.”

[undeadunalive]

Noticed a lot of hate going around Tumblr recently, so just want to let folk know a few things about this blog:

LGBTQ+ friendly

OC friendly

Multi-muse friendly

You don’t have to apologise for late replies

You don’t have to apologise for taking a break from your blog

You don’t have to apologise for having muse for one thread and not another

You don’t have to apologise for going quiet for a while, whether IC or OOC

You don’t have to apologise for being passionate about your muse(s)

You don’t have to apologise for going your own way with your muse(s)

You don’t have to apologise for straying from canon

You don’t have to apologise for having down days, down weeks, down months

You don’t have to apologise for typos 

You don’t have to apologise if we don’t have the same first language

You don’t have to apologise for having more than one blog

[themckaytriarchy-1]

short starter for @cookiesandcosplay's Lex!]

***

Tess grunts as her gloved hands 'thunkthunk!' against the punching bag in front of her. "And he said--" Jab! -- "'I go where I wanna go'--" another one-two punch! The bag swings back and forth, narrowly avoiding the side of Lexi's head. "And--" she squints at the sting of sweat rolling into one eye-- "he walked off."

They're in the gym at the school--the normal gym, not the Danger Room. It's just Tess and Lexi, Tess gasping and grunting out some old Wolverine anecdote while beating the ever-loving shit out of a punching bag.

"Would've --" thunkthunk!-- "lost a leg--" thunkthunk!--" if Remy threw that card--" thunkthunk!

She darts a few steps back, shaking her head and holding up one puffy, leather-gloved hand to indicate she needs a break.

"Logan's got a--" she huffs for breath even as she works to untie the gloves. "He's got a pretty good bite on him."

[cookiesandcosplay]

Lex was always content to help Tessa train. It felt nice to help, even nicer to be considered strong enough to cope with someone as powerful as her counterpart. But it didn’t mean it was easy. The few punches she narrowly escaped would’ve struck her with concussion at best.

As the other pulls away, she breathes a sigh, repeat flooding the half feline body. Her body human, but the ears and eyes had shifted to feline, the thick tail sprouted and flickering almost nervously.

“Logan’s always in a huff about something, you know that as well as I do. I don’t know why they still let him in the same room as Cyke. Did you hear he cut the roof off Cyke’s car? Dude needs to start meditating again.” She appears from behind the bag, shaking her arms out and stretching to try and encourage the blood flow again.

She pauses, arching her back with a dexterity far beyond the usual human flexibility. “As for LeBeau? I’ll have a word, Cajuns getting sloppy lately and he seems to take a note when I make the kitty eyes at him. Sound good?”

Slit pupils look to the taller woman, a hesitant hand reaching touch the ties of the gloves, rather than leaving Tess to try and chew her way out again. “He bit you? Again? I swear to Gaia I’m gonna buy the man a muzzle!”

[everythings-all-write]

In-Depth Sinday Meme

What is your muse’s favorite place(s) to be touched?

Are there any foods that are like aphrodisiacs to your muse?

Are there particular scents/sounds that turn your muse on?

Does your muse enjoy dirty talk? Do they like to do the talking or being dirty talked?

What are some subtle gestures that get your muse in the mood?

How does your muse communicate to others they they’re in the mood?

How does your muse flirt?

How does your muse approach someone they want to sleep with?

What are some physical things your muse does when they want someone to sleep with them?

How does your muse approach one-night stands versus long term partners?

Is your muse very physically intimate?

Is your muse very emotionally intimate?

Does your muse enjoy cuddling after sex?

What are the requirements for your muse to sleep with someone?

Does your muse use protection? If so, what kind?

What is a fantasy your muse has?

Is your muse noisy in bed? How noisy? What makes them reach that level?

Does your muse enjoy teasing? Giving or receiving? How long can they stand it?

How does your muse respond to people making advances on them?

What is a kink your muse has? How would they bring it up to their partner?

What is one sexual insecurity that your muse has?

What kills the mood for your muse instantly?

What gets your muse in the mood instantly?

Does your muse enjoy roleplaying in the bedroom?

Does your muse prefer gentle lovemaking or rough sex?

Is your muse the type to fall in love from having sex or to leave it be?

What was your muse’s first sexual experience?

What was your muse’s best sexual experience?

What was their worst sexual experience?

Does your muse enjoy kissing? Caressing?

What is your muse’s favorite part of sex?

What is one area they’re great at during sex?

What is one area they could use improvement in during sex?

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “cruel ways to push someone away (whether you mean it or not; whether it’s an act or not)” prompts

“Don’t you get it? You were always just entertainment for me.”

“How could you be so foolish to think I ever loved you? Like, really?”

“There’s nothing about you I’ve ever found interesting.” 

“Oh, so you actually thought I cared about you?”

“Trust me when I say this but you are not important to me.” 

“Realistically, what is there to love about you anyway?”

“So uh, what made you think I cared in the slightest?”

“Actions don’t always speak the truth, maybe you should understand that if you don’t want to get hurt next time.”

“Maybe… You shouldn’t have put your trust in someone else so much.” 

“I warned you in the beginning that I wasn’t looking for anything serious, yet you didn’t listen. That’s not on me.”

“It’s not my fault you’re delusional.”

“I don’t… I’ve lost feelings for you.” 

“Trust me, there are more important things in my life to worry about. You’re definitely not one of them.”

“I must have given you the wrong impression.”

“You make me want to give up on everything.” 

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