Roonie

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[killthewhisperingart]

☠︎︎ੈ✩‧₊˚༺ Navigation ༻ੈ✩‧₊˚☠︎︎ Welcome to Killthewhisperingart's blog! You can call me Roonie

I am a writer, and general enthusiast of most things. After years of being on tumblr as a general "lurker", I want to come out of my shell more and expand my horizons. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

This is a multi-fandom fanfic blog, mostly focusing on Second Person POV "x Reader" works. This is an 18+ Blog. If you are a minor, you will be blocked.

[killthewhisperingart]

Meet Me After Class

Pairing: Gym Teacher!Dean Winchester x History Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 790

Summary: Of course he's decided to bother you while you're grading papers.

Warning(s): Smut. Smut. Sex.

A/N: One of my friends challenged me to do this, so I finished this in one night. :3

I am an 18+ Blog.

You groan softly as you shake your head, marking another answer wrong on a students paper. You didn't understand, you had pushed the test back by a week to better help your students prepare, yet they didn't utilize any of the extra time correctly. You know for a fact that this student probably didn't know what class this was.

You knew once you passed these exams back, and your students saw their grades, you'd be their worst enemy.

You rub your hand down your face, popping your wrists before stretching backwards. Your back pops in a few places before you melt, dropping your arms and preparing yourself to get back to grading. A glance to the clock on the wall tells you that you've been in your classroom for an hour and a half since the final bell rang.

A knock at your classroom door startles you, a stray mark now on the essay question in bright red ink. You scoff, capping the pen before pushing out your chair, walking towards the door, your lanyard jingling with every movement.

Dean smiles, holding a bag of takeout. You look at it, before slowly dragging your gaze to his face, your hand on the door still.

"What's this?" You ask, your brows furrowed.

"Food." He says simply, stepping into the classroom. He's no longer in his usual Gym attire, having changed into his usual jeans and T-shirt, though the whistle still lingers around his neck. You think he probably went home, got food, and came back to work. "You know Food, right? You eat it." He teases.

You can't hold back your groan, rolling your eyes before going to your desk. He pushes the door closed behind him as he enters the room, jiggling the handle to confirm it's locked. You crash into your chair, and it rolls backwards. You take your lanyard off, tossing it onto the desk as you pick your legs up to set your feet on your desk, careful to not step on the papers.

"Thought we weren't supposed to put our feet on the furniture?" He taps your foot as he sits on your desk.

"We're not supposed to put our asses on tables either, but I'm not getting onto you about it right now." You snap halfheartedly, hand out as he puts a burger wrapped in tin foil onto your palm. Still warm.

He wastes no time in devouring his own burger, grease running down his fingers, no regard for the sauce on the corner of his mouth. You scoff out a chuckle, opening your own meal.

You both eat in silence, well, at least you do. He can't seem to stop himself from making obscene noises for his burger.

"You're always working," He finally comments, tossing the wrapper in the trash, wiping his face.

"Well, I actually have to *work* at my job, so." You grin sarcastically, tossing your trash at his face. He takes it in stride, catching it and tossing it into the trash.

"I work!" He defends himself.

"No you don't!" You guffaw. "You get paid to make students stay in shape, but you don't do the same."

"I work out regularly!" He points out. "My stamina is amazing."

"As if."

-

The desk is hard against your chest, your hands gripping the sides hard. The wood furniture scrapes against the floor harshly with every rough thrust from behind you. His jeans rub the skin on the back of your thighs as he fucks into you.

"What was that?" He asks, a cocky grin on his face as he positions his head next to yours. "What'd you say about my stamina?"

"Shut up-" You choke out, whining as you scrape your nails against the wood.

"I can't hear you." He teases, biting your ear lobe, tugging roughly. You almost squeal, but you clamp a hand over your mouth, knowing you couldn't possibly be the only two people left in the school.

He's so damn talkative, never knowing how to shut the fuck up and just fuck you.

You push yourself up, turning your torso to grab the whistle around his neck. His eyes widen as you jerk it forward to connect your lips to his. He eagerly returns your kiss, kissing you just as sloppily as he eats his food.

His thrusts turn sloppy, his chest stuttering with every shaky breath. His saliva drools into your open mouth, and eagerly you swallow.

His grip tightens on your hips, body shuddering one last time with three final deep thrusts. He stays seated within you, collecting himself, the whistle jingling as you let go.

"Fuck-" You mutter, kissing him one last time. "Maybe your stamina is fine."

"Just fine?"

"We'll have to test this again."

[bluesidez]

Firefighter! Miguel Masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Part 1: The intro!

Part 2: Tin plates, teasing crews

Part 3: Holes in the Wall

Part 4: Car Wash Bubbles

art: Kait’s Mig 🥵 |

[killthewhisperingart]

im so excited to see more of this :3

[kosmogrl]

every now and then I start reflecting on how much mental illness has fucked up my life and it makes me feel sick, I could have been so much more

[lilsleepyone]

they should invent a brain that doesn’t whisper bad things to you

[drops-of-universe]

sorry about my constant depressive episodes. its just that i have issues and also problems

[stuckinapril]

[stuckinapril]

hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back

[hatussy]

let’s romanticise the “keep reading” feature

i know some of you new users aren’t as familiar with tumblr’s dashboard and that’s okay! i’m here to teach you a lil something that will revitalise the way you long post on this site.

tumblr has two forms: web browser and mobile app

no matter which way you prefer to post either long fic or simply have long posts about your life, current news affairs, whatever, there are now ways on both mobile and web to add a “keep reading” break. back in the early days of the app, we used to have to type out code that added the break [ READ MORE ] iykyk and it only sometimes worked. now we have a much easier button to press on both the web browser and the mobile app.

web:

mobile:

go forth and long post to your heart’s content!

[crazycatsiren]

No no you don't understand! I want to watch this show/movie, read this book, listen to this podcast, etc.! But I must be in the right mindset and the exact head space to begin, or I just can't!

[lavender-wolfie94]

Fem is not the default for fanfics and it’s not a woman’s only space. It’s also disrespectful not to tag your shit ☺️

[gale-in-space-deactivated202409]

"Why won't Gale shut up about Mystra" do you know how trauma processing works

[bloatedandalone04]

Bets & Bargains Masterlist

Series Summary: Bradley Bradshaw was not one to put all of his free time into a relationship, and that is the exact reason his girlfriend, Briana, broke up with him. Despite things being pretty casual between them, he decides he wants her back and this results in him coming up with an idea that not only breaks your heart, but his own.

Warnings: fratboy bradley, college au, alcohol consumption, weed usage, drugs, swearing, insecurity, self-deprecating thoughts, bets, hints of bradley having anger issues, more as the series goes on

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

More to come probably

[killthewhisperingart]

keeping my little eye on this masterlist

[sabacc]

[oldsouldier]

I am laughing so hard steve lands so lightly on his toes like a damn ballerina and bucky just drops like a ton of bricks on that car and fucking CRUSHES IT

[civicbooty]

So, in parkour, there is a practice of trying to land as quietly as possible. This is because landing lightly and softly absorbs the energy from the impact into the muscles as opposed to the bones where they may do some hard damage.

So, by landing lightly on his feet, Steve is employing good practice, showing training that works with his body, to get the most out of his super-soldierity.

However, the Winter Soldier lands harshly and without regard to the well being of his body. His objective is only the kill, and he will sacrifice his body and push through considerable pain to complete his mission.

[221bitssmallerontheoutside]

That got sad real fast

[skulandcrossbones]

just to highlight the difference between the winter soldier’s movements and bucky’s.

[sirenphrynne]

I swear to god the little details they put into this movie are insane on a subconscious level.

[chucktaylorupset]

*emerges from the other room covered in blood* you should see the word document

[wantonlywindswept]

does it look like this

[scratch-meowt]

i hope u like weird girl energy because that's all I got 🤷🏻‍♀️

[valmoxium]

[graymoon2-deactivated20241009]

i will never not reblog this

i cannot stress how much it does for us

a while ago, one of my mutuals was considering quitting writing. her fics weren’t doing as well, and the algorithm wasn’t favoring her writing like it used to.

so as a collective 10-15 writers, we all reblogged her fic once each. that alone put her writing at the top of the tag.

it makes a difference. way more than you think. it doesn’t matter if people see it because of you, it still gets promoted by the algorithm.

please, reblog fics