not america's sweetheart

Fiona Gallagher Indie & smut rp blog. Down to get dirty, flirty or plot. Mun & muse very much 21+. A KBexs sideblog, follow will happen from there. DISTEL'S OTHER MUSES!

[babythirlwalls]

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[fionafromtheblock]

makesmegrowl:

The tone in her voice…the way she called him daddy and pleaded…it changed. It was still strangely hot as hell, but there was something more. He made the decision to be less rough than he had planned. But really, the heavenly feel of her tight, wet pussy, and just how clearly she wanted him, was enough to quell his anger at how this had begun. He was just as responsible for this as she, possibly more so. But fuck she felt amazing. And she was asking how he felt so good? What kind of selfish boys had neglected her so much… Their kiss seemed to have bolstered her, pulling back, he bit his lip to stop the moan. The movement of her hips felt so good he almost missed what she said. He stared at her as her words hit him. At first he merely nodded. Then he removed his hand from her neck and wrapped both arms around her. “Yes, baby…you’re a good girl…” he whispered back. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.“ And then he kissed her. Slow and deep, and he followed the motion of her hips, not relenting in how hard he fucked her. But he wanted to show her some tenderness. He also didn’t want to think. Didn’t know what to think. She felt so good; he kissed her for as long as he could. Pulling away a bit, breathless, he merely looked into her eyes as he thrust up into her harder and harder. Then, "you’re daddy’s good girl…” and he lowered his head to suck from nipple to nipple.

She was lost in the movement, hips pushing up and down so she could get more of his dick, feel the way it massaged her falls and filled her. She was so full, fuck, finally. Fiona whimpered, eyes closed and clinging to him. Her thighs were burning, but she couldn’t stop. She just needed it, didn’t even know why but something about him made her feel weak. Fuck, she hated being weak, she wasn’t but she felt powerless to stop. It had started out with her horny and out for revenge and now ... “Daddy,” her voice was just a little broken, head thrown back when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She was fucking this man but felt more like she finally had a dad that was good to her than she ever had before. Her legs where shaking, muscles screaming and she had to stop, couldn’t lift herself off his thick member. So instead, she started sliding back and forth on it, feeling him hit spots she didn’t know existed. “Gonna be good for you, daddy, always. Please just don’t stop, don’t ...” She dove her hands into his hair, this time her being the one kissing him. “Make me full, daddy please?” As if now, having said it, she couldn’t stop - like so many things tonight. “I don’t know ... this isn’t me I don’t .. fuck. I need you, daddy, please I ...” She wasn’t making sense, her sliding and thrusting becoming disoriented and sloppy. She was so confused, but felt so good at the same time. “Please, please, please.”

[fionafromtheblock]

fucked up since birth, let’s drink to that | Wade & Fiona

[fionafromtheblock]

goddamndeadpool:

Wade looked at the woman he’d just saved and tilted his head slightly, giving her a moment to get her shit together. Then suddenly he began to rummage through her bra, raising an eyebrow he wasn’t sure where exactly this was going, was he about to be flashed.. he wasn’t completely against that.

“Oh!” He said as he realised she was looking for her money, he followed her over to the mess of a man and rolled his eyes, gripping him he rolled the man onto his back and shrugged. “There you go.. Help yourself to whatever this asshole owns.. he deserves it.”

Desperation definitely made you do some weird and fucked up shit. Like ignore that you’d been nearly ... what? Raped? Robbed? Whatever. So what if her throat hurt like a bitch or that some random spandex freak with knives pulled a misguided rescue attempt ... non of that fucking mattered until she finally got her hands on ... “Oh thank fuck,” Fiona groaned out, ass planting back on the cement once she found her roll of twenties. That and a little extra that she gladly grabbed, making to stuff it back into her bra before looking up at the guy still standing next to her.

“Right ... thanks?” She coughed, getting to her feet. “And, like, don’t take this personal or like some kind of invitation but ...” Instead of her bra, she stuffed the money down her pants into her panties. It was uncomfortable as fuck, but somehow felt like the safest choice right now. Or maybe she’d just done the potentially most stupid move ever? Fiona squinted up at the stranger. “You’re not going to rape me now, are you?”

[superxmanwhores]

Dean + Fiona

[fionafromtheblock]

superxmanwhores:

Dean knew she had to vent it was usually the fastest way to accept the fucked up world that people did not really know existed. he took a seat at the table as he kept working at stripping off his jacket and shirt the shirt being pretty useless. it seemed he had gotten clawed at more than he thought. She was entertaining he would give her that. He would much rather have the tirade of someone who could get shit done than have the crazy never ending screamer or someone that would call the cops. he took the bottle of the crappy vodka and downed a few gulps. “Hey no you did alright and if you can stitch me up then…..fuck.” He groaned as he had not seen her pour the bottle on the wound but he should have expected it sooner. “Yeah I’m good do what you need to do.” He was not gonna lie it was a turn on to find a woman that could stitch him up and for the most part keep her cool. “My name is Dean whats yours?”

Funny how blood in her kitchen at this point was basically the best way for her to calm down. Or maybe it was the booze but whatever, just don’t think about whatever the fuck had happened outside. Fiona fiddled with the needle and threat, hands only shaking a little until she managed. “You’re not the first guy that I needed to sew up,” she murmured, poking the wound. Okay, maybe she was a little shaky, but dammit what the hell? She stared at him for a second, mind flashing back to five minutes ago and ... no. Not going there. Instead, she squeezed the skin together and aimed. “It’s Fiona, don’t cry like a pussy.” And really, it was fine. The wound wasn’t that bad and whatever, weird shit happened all the time, right? This was Chicago, things happened and ... “OK but, fuck, what the hell just happened out there?” She pulled on the threat harshly. “And don’t give me any classified BS or I’ll ...” her eyes flicked to the baseball bat on the stairs. “Do shit ...”

[fionafromtheblock]

rydub69:

Trey didn’t care if she was kept on by Trey or not, to be honest if she stuck around chances are she would want to be fucked by him again. While he didn’t think he would hurt his friend like that, he couldn’t be sure. If Fiona fucked him better then any other girl then that temptation would be there. Like one of those days where she happened to come over when Jax was out and they fucked like rabbits. Jax might get mad but he would have to realize it that it was something that he had invited while giving way to a threesome between them this was going to create some kind of sexual tension between them regardless of how it ended. Even if she hated him that sexual temptation was always going to be there between them all.

“I like to take drugs, I dont put drugs in other peoples shit. Drugging girls does nothing for me. If they aren’t fighting back giving something back its like fucking a rubber pussy and those shits are boring. I want those tight muscles gripping my dick. I want to hear those moans of pleasure those screams, those finger nails digging into my back tearing at my flesh while I fuck you deeper and harder then you ever been fucked before.” He said and then as she asked for more Trey angled his arm differently and used his thumb to attack her clit in small circular motions while his fingers dug into her cunt even deeper. Jackson didn’t know what to do other then rub her thigh and kiss her. With Trey already after her cunt there wasn’t much more he could do. “I don’t know why you are even talking. With how cramped it is in here you could have your head down here bobbing up and down on my dick, and have Jax over here eating that fucking tight wet pussy of yours like it was going out of style. Babe you have a lot to learn for some one so horny she could be gobbing dick and getting her cunt eating and fingered instead your just kissing and getting fingered like a prom date afraid to go all the way.” Jax wanted to tell Trey to shut up for that but in a way he had to agree with how sexually aggressive she was she was sure taking her sweet time with this. They already had fingers in her cunt and she was still rubbing them through their jeans.

The two guys seriously were fucking weird. But just on the side of acceptable or something. Definitely the kind of weird though that would get her off and that was what she wanted right now. Badly. And damn the asshole one but his fingers felt good. With a loud groan, Fiona fucked herself on his digits as best as she could. “Yeah right,” she ground out, biting her lip while she massaged Jax through his pants. “I wanted a night of sex and not for you guys to blow your load before we make it inside.” But fuck if the thought of just climbing on Jax’ cock right here, while they drove, didn’t sound like a fucking good idea. He felt amazing even through his jeans and ... fuck it. She was close already, desperation and awesome finger fucking already making making her clench hard. She was so wet already, her thighs were slick and there was probably a wet spot on the seat. “Fuck,” she nearly screamed when Trey had to break, practically impaling her on his fingers. A shot of arousal punched through her, like the first wave of an orgasm and she didn’t fucking care anymore. Instead, she got Jax’s pants open, damn she needed to cum on a dick, right now. “I really hope you’re not a prude,” she snarked at him with a grin before climbing over his lap, stradling him and feeling the head of his cock brush her clit and entrance. Oh fuck, so close. Fiona looked over at Trey, breathing hard and gripping Jax’ dick, holding him in position. “Too bad you’re driving, or we could see just how much cock I can take.” Her last word broke off into a deep groan as she let herself fall on Jax’. She dragged her gaze back to Jax, biting her lip hard. “Come on, fuck me.”

[fionafromtheblock]

One of these days, I'll be online again. I hardly have a moment to myself at the moment, I work 12 or 15 hour days and during the weekend I either catch up on sleep, or catch up on social engagements. So, honestly, I'm super fucking sorry, but I WILL be back!

[fionafromtheblock]

pls pls so sry *looks cute*

I am honestly sorry for being gone so much. But that is what it’s like when I am at work. Work comes first and is often times so demanding, I cannot find time or energy to be online.

I will try and be around a few hours today though!

Once I am settled for RPing, I will go through my acticity, but I will very probably drop a number of the smaller, unplotted things. I hope you don’t mind? I’d rather we start something new :)

But more on that once I’m actually here and ready to get started!

[katebecxett]

Swear to God, I’m alive. Left the house at 7:40am and got back at 8pm x.x

This is what happens when I work, I’ll vanish for days, I’m really sorry :(

[telefilmaddictedforever]

[katebecxett]

Morning world! Back to work in 10 minutes after 2.5 weeks off. I missed my little rugrats and can’t wait to get into my normal groove again :)

I’ll see how much I can be Online, but it’ll lessen significantly. Just so you know :)

*blows kisses*

[inkeds-blog1]

how about instead of a broke roommates make a sex tape for cash plot we make an alternative where they’re broke and in desperate need of money on more than just one occasion so they decide to fuck on a live sex website where viewers can request things they wanna see the muses do and maybe muse a is a little more shy and after one request they’re like wait they want us to do WHAT and muse b is like c’mon babe it’ll feel awesome i’ll show you just relax and it kind of becomes a hit and they start doing it a few times a week and then add in some angst if one of them starts seeing someone but continues sleeping with the other muse and it gets super messy and super sexy and they can explore all of these new kinks / positions / everything together 

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Sexual Sunday! Send my muse ♒ and a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it - whether they want to or not.

[superxmanwhores]

Dean + Fiona

[fionafromtheblock]

superxmanwhores:

dean had seen similar reactions to creatures more vanishing when they die and the way shifters die they turn into a gross little puddle. He groaned getting to his feet. “I’m not gonna die. I feel a lot more empty when I’m gettin close to death.” He started following the woman to her house and once inside the back door he set his blade on a table and groaned as he started to take off his jacket. Wounds on both arms was a bitch but he knew he could not go to the hospital. “Do you have any alcohol i need to get a little numb and some needle and thread in case I need a couple stitches.” He was trying to stay calm more for her sake.

“Oh, I’m sorry for not immediately knowing if the strange X-Files-FBI dude on my lawn was dying or not.” She was done with his fucking suave bullshit attitude. So he saw shit vanish into thin air on the daily and did the Fox ‘n Mulder dance for kicks? Not her fucking deal, she had a right to react the way she had. “Alcohol, ha!” Her laughter was empty and hallow, until it turned a little more hysteric and loud. But that didn’t keep her from getting the things he needed. As if she had never stitched anyone up before, seriously. She told him as much after swallowing down several mouthfuls of the first bottle of cheap vodka she found and slamming it down in front of him. “Oh fuck you, think you’re the first one that bled in this kitchen?” For a second her mind flashed to her mother, on the ground in a puddle of red, both wrists slashed open wide. “Just shut the fuck up for a second, strip, drink,” she held the bottle back up for him to drink from after he’d gotten shirtless, than snatched it back. “and and let me deal with this.” Fiona poured the bottles contents over his wounds generously, not even caring if it hurt, then over the needle in her hand before drinking a few more gulps herself. “Don’t fucking scream.”

[bob-morley]