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katlyn1948 · 8 days
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Reposting bc I added to it!
Look, I honestly don't know where this is going, but I needed to write and this is what I came up with. IDK if this will be something but enjoy it!
The cool brisk metal tickled along the concave between her breasts. The silver chain cascaded through the air as it maintained its clasped position around his neck and the only movement it offered was the rhythmic synchronized motion of his rocking hips. As Gendry thrusted, the silver chain followed and the ring at the end grazed across Arya’s heated skin.
The steady cadences of their mingled breaths reverberated around the room while Arya’s throaty mews shattered the silence. They had been going for hours, completely lost in the euphoric oblivion of each other.
As the sweat began to trickle down Gendry’s chest, Arya couldn’t resist the urge to lap at it with her wanting tongue. His salty taste exploded across her taste buds, garnering a guttural moan from her chapped lips.
Egged on by her pleasurable sounds, Gendry’s pace shifted. What was once a steady metronome became an allegro of heated beats. His fingers dug into her supple skin as his grip tightened along her vivacious waist. His other hand burrowed into the headboard above them, and his brows furrowed as his concentration to rip her over the edge multiplied tenfold.
Arya gasped at the sudden tempo change, from soft and melodic to rough and raucous. She couldn’t keep her nails from digging into the curve of his rounded ass, imprinting him as hers.
Her pleasure was teetering and as he pushed deeper and went hard, she knew it was only a matter of time before she plunged from the precipice and into a shattering oblivion.
As her insides coiled, she clenched, gripping him like a vice and extracting his own reckless abandon, milking him of all he was worth.
His worn body collapsed onto the downy bed beneath him, and he curled his burly arms around Arya’s small frame, pulling her close to his heaving chest. She burrowed her face into the warmth of his embrace and took a deep breath. He smelled of her; their scents mingled together in a wicked dance.
“How long?” she asked, her voice rough from the strain it endured yelling his name.
“An hour before someone starts to notice.” He replied as his fingers tickled the ends of hair that gave way to the middle of her back.
A rigid chill swept across Arya’s spine as she took in the revelation. “When will you be back?”
“Two weeks, if the catch is good. Will you manage?”
No. “Yes.”
“And you?”
Arya sighed and pushed herself from his embrace. She sat up and curled her legs beneath her before resting her head on her waiting knees. She studied him then, letting her eyes roam over the dips and falls of his body. He was a stunning creature with his large shoulders and strong arms and the midnight black of his paired with the ocean blue of his piercing eyes. It's no wonder she kept crawling back.
“No assignment. I’ll be here in the apartment.” Alone.
Gendry chuckled, “You’ll go mad with nothing to do and no one to kill.”
“Maybe I will be able to rid my home of your insufferable scent.” A smile danced across her lips. “Do a bit of deep cleaning.”
“I find that doubtful,” he growled as he snaked his arms around her waist before pulling her back into the safety of his arms.
Arya felt content in the confines of his embrace. Just his presence alone set an ease to the raging sea that stormed her brain. It was such a powerful relief and one she hadn’t had in a long time. But his visits were far and few in between and in just under an hour her thoughts would be scattered once more.
“Be careful out there.” She breathed against his bicep that lay nestled just beneath her head.
She could feel the cascade of kisses he planted down her spine and she couldn’t help the goose flesh that echoed across her skin. “I always am.”
“I know you are, but the sea is a treacherous place. It can be calm and steady one moment and dangerously unforgiving the next. Trust me, I know.”
Her heart ached for the longing of wanting to be at sea. The adventurous side of her craved it. But the accident left her scarred with fear that nearly crippled her every time she set foot on a boat.
Her retirement forced by the hands of fate.
“The boys and I have handled our fair share of anger ocean. We will be fine.” Gendry placed one more kiss upon her shoulder before pulling himself away from her warm bed.
Arya could hear him rummaging for his jeans as she faced away from him, not wanting to see him leave.
“I have to go over checklist today. Davvos left me in charge.” He climbed in behind her, forcing her to face him. “Don’t I always come back?”
She huffed, “Yes.”
“Then I’ll see you in two weeks.” He captured her lips once more before pulling himself from the bed and grabbing his rucksack by the door.
“Gendry?” She said before he had a chance to open the door. “I’ll see you then.”
A smile crept to his face, “I’ll see you then.”
And then he was gone.
And Arya was left alone in her apartment with a dreadful feeling that she pushed to the back of her mind because he always came back.
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katlyn1948 · 29 days
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I will never not re-blog Gendrya content. Leave me on this sinking ship.
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katlyn1948 · 1 month
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I feel like some people forget that @taylorswift and @taylornation have a tumblr. But hey, that’s fine by me, bc obscure social media accounts are my jam. Also, I can talk about my profound love for this woman without judgement or criticism. Keep killing it @taylorswift! 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤🩷🩶🤎💙🤍
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katlyn1948 · 2 months
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I need recs for some cliche as fuck fics. Whether that be fanfic or non fanfic.
I need bad boy/good girl troupe
Or the football player/nerdy girl troupe
I need smut and fluff (in that order and preferably together)
I need unresolved sexual tension
ANYTHING!
Bc your girl in a slump right now
Some of my fav ships include BUT are not limited to:
Arya/Gendry
Draco/Hermione
Raven/Beast Boy
Jon/Daenerys (non incestious)
Ron/Hermione (don’t judge me, I like what I like)
Harry/Ginny
Luna/Neville
I am open to other pairings!!
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katlyn1948 · 2 months
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Gendry: Babe, you can’t kill everyone who insults me.
Arya: Says the man who nearly bashed some guys head in for calling me a pipsqueak
Gendry: that’s different, he deserved it
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katlyn1948 · 2 months
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Love me a fic that starts with the unresolved sexual tension already thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. I want my ship pining, yearning, and most definitely fantasizing.
I want their minds to wander to how hot the other person is, mid-sentence. I want them barely functioning because of all the hormones swimming through their brains. I want normally smart people who are downright dumb when faced with the smallest bit of barely revealed skin on the other person's body.
By the time they actually realize they're both in this state of tortured sexual desire, I want them to be at their wit's end and ready to flee the country in order to find the slightest scrap of control because there is absolutely zero control left when theyre in the same room together. They need to be scratching at the walls of their souls, they're so desperate for each other.
And when they do finally realize the fact that they're in this on-fire boat together? I want them to have incredibly hot, wildly cathartic (and not necessarily at-all realistic) sex that leaves them both exhausted, happy, and fully satisfied.
Unresolved sexual tension that gets completely fucking resolved, my beloved.
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katlyn1948 · 2 months
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katlyn1948 · 2 months
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katlyn1948 · 2 months
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Look, I honestly don't know where this is going, but I needed to write and this is what I came up with. IDK if this will be something but enjoy it!
The cool brisk metal tickled along the concave between her breasts. The silver chain cascaded through the air as it maintained its clasped position around his neck and the only movement it offered was the rhythmic synchronized motion of his rocking hips. As Gendry thrusted, the silver chain followed and the ring at the end grazed across Arya’s heated skin.
The steady cadences of their mingled breaths reverberated around the room while Arya’s throaty mews shattered the silence. They had been going for hours, completely lost in the euphoric oblivion of each other.
As the sweat began to trickle down Gendry’s chest, Arya couldn’t resist the urge to lap at it with her wanting tongue. His salty taste exploded across her taste buds, garnering a guttural moan from her chapped lips.
Egged on by her pleasurable sounds, Gendry’s pace shifted. What was once a steady metronome became an allegro of heated beats. His fingers dug into her supple skin as his grip tightened along her vivacious waist. His other hand burrowed into the headboard above them, and his brows furrowed as his concentration to rip her over the edge multiplied tenfold.
Arya gasped at the sudden tempo change, from soft and melodic to rough and raucous. She couldn’t keep her nails from digging into the curve of his rounded ass, imprinting him as hers.
Her pleasure was teetering and as he pushed deeper and went hard, she knew it was only a matter of time before she plunged from the precipice and into a shattering oblivion.
As her insides coiled, she clenched, gripping him like a vice and extracting his own reckless abandon, milking him of all he was worth.
His worn body collapsed onto the downy bed beneath him, and he curled his burly arms around Arya’s small frame, pulling her close to his heaving chest. She burrowed her face into the warmth of his embrace and took a deep breath. He smelled of her; their scents mingled together in a wicked dance.
“How long?” she asked, her voice rough from the strain it endured yelling his name.
“An hour before someone starts to notice.” He replied as his fingers tickled the ends of hair that gave way to the middle of her back.
A rigid chill swept across Arya’s spine as she took in the revelation. “When will you be back?”
“Two weeks, if the catch is good. Will you manage?”
No. “Yes.”
“And you?”
Arya sighed and pushed herself from his embrace. She sat up and curled her legs beneath her before resting her head on her waiting knees. She studied him then, letting her eyes roam over the dips and falls of his body. He was a stunning creature with his large shoulders and strong arms and the midnight black of his paired with the ocean blue of his piercing eyes. It's no wonder she kept crawling back.
“No assignment. I’ll be here in the apartment.” Alone.
Gendry chuckled, “You’ll go mad with nothing to do and no one to kill.”
“Maybe I will be able to rid my home of your insufferable scent.” A smile danced across her lips. “Do a bit of deep cleaning.”
“I find that doubtful,” he growled as he snaked his arms around her waist before pulling her back into the safety of his arms.
Arya felt content in the confines of his embrace. Just his presence alone set an ease to the raging sea that stormed her brain. It was such a powerful relief and one she hadn’t had in a long time. But his visits were far and few in between and in just under an hour her thoughts would be scattered once more.
“Be careful out there.” She breathed against his bicep that lay nestled just beneath her head.
She could feel the cascade of kisses he planted down her spine and she couldn’t help the goose flesh that echoed across her skin. “I always am.”
“I know you are, but the sea is a treacherous place. It can be calm and steady one moment and dangerously unforgiving the next. Trust me, I know.”
Her heart ached for the longing of wanting to be at sea. The adventurous side of her craved it. But the accident left her scarred with fear that nearly crippled her every time she set foot on a boat.
Her retirement forced by the hands of fate.
“The boys and I have handled our fair share of anger ocean. We will be fine.” Gendry placed one more kiss upon her shoulder before pulling himself away from her warm bed.
Arya could hear him rummaging for his jeans as she faced away from him, not wanting to see him leave.
“I have to go over checklist today. Davvos left me in charge.” He climbed in behind her, forcing her to face him. “Don’t I always come back?”
She huffed, “Yes.”
“Then I’ll see you in two weeks.” He captured her lips once more before pulling himself from the bed and grabbing his rucksack by the door.
“Gendry?” She said before he had a chance to open the door. “I’ll see you then.”
A smile crept to his face, “I’ll see you then.”
And then he was gone.
And Arya was left alone in her apartment with a dreadful feeling that she pushed to the back of her mind because he always came back.
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katlyn1948 · 3 months
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When you write a short story based on one of your fav @taylorswift @taylornation songs involving your fave OTP.
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“You know damn well, for you, I would ruin myself a million times over,” Arya whispered into Gendry’s ear as his arms embraced her a little tighter. The curls at the base of his neck had grown and she couldn’t help but fiddle with the strands as they stayed locked in a finite caress.
Their time together was dwindling, yet she couldn’t bear to part from him. How cruel the world was for him to leave again, only for her to stay behind and watch as he said his goodbyes. Every time she thought it would get easier, yet every time a little piece of her heart broke. Soon, it would be left in a million pieces that only he could fix.
“I have to go now, Arry.” His voice was smothered as he nuzzled the space between her ear and shoulder.
“Just a little longer,” she pleaded, her voice cracking under the emotional turmoil.
“They’ll wonder where you’ve been.”
“Let them.”
That was the thing about their illicit affair, how gloriously wonderful the clandestine meetings and stolen stares had become. A secret language only they could speak when their eyes would meet from across the room. It was a sanctuary just for them, their very own garden of Eden. But it was marred with lies and deceit. Only one single truth stood out, that she was irrevocably in love with this man.
“You’ve worn it again, the lavender.” He growls into her ear. “You know I love the lavender.”
A wicked smile played across her lips as her fingers crept up into the mass of curls atop his head, “Picked it just for you.”
“I want nothing more than to take you up against the wall. To make you scream my name like you’ve done a thousand times. To make you quiver in unadulterated ecstasy. But, love, if they find you down here with me, I’ll be gelded, and you’d be sent to a convent.”
She hated how right he was. They had been meticulous to leave no trace of their affair behind. Outside of their perfect garden, it was as if they didn’t exist. “If we must. But do not let it be days until I see you again. These last few have been nearly unbearable.” She pulled from his arms so she could look up into his cerulean eyes.
“They have me listed at the docks, inspection. I’ll be there for three days.” Again, another piece had broken knowing she’d be cold until he returned.
“Look, you’ve made an idiotic fool in love. Thought I’d never see it.” He wiped the single tear that fell from her glistening eyes before placing a soft kiss on her wanting lips, “I’d ruin myself for you, too.”
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katlyn1948 · 3 months
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Hey so…I’m check it out!
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“You know damn well, for you, I would ruin myself a million times over,” Arya whispered into Gendry’s ear as his arms embraced her a little tighter. The curls at the base of his neck had grown and she couldn’t help but fiddle with the strands as they stayed locked in a finite caress.
Their time together was dwindling, yet she couldn’t bear to part from him. How cruel the world was for him to leave again, only for her to stay behind and watch as he said his goodbyes. Every time she thought it would get easier, yet every time a little piece of her heart broke. Soon, it would be left in a million pieces that only he could fix.
“I have to go now, Arry.” His voice was smothered as he nuzzled the space between her ear and shoulder.
“Just a little longer,” she pleaded, her voice cracking under the emotional turmoil.
“They’ll wonder where you’ve been.”
“Let them.”
That was the thing about their illicit affair, how gloriously wonderful the clandestine meetings and stolen stares had become. A secret language only they could speak when their eyes would meet from across the room. It was a sanctuary just for them, their very own garden of Eden. But it was marred with lies and deceit. Only one single truth stood out, that she was irrevocably in love with this man.
“You’ve worn it again, the lavender.” He growls into her ear. “You know I love the lavender.”
A wicked smile played across her lips as her fingers crept up into the mass of curls atop his head, “Picked it just for you.”
“I want nothing more than to take you up against the wall. To make you scream my name like you’ve done a thousand times. To make you quiver in unadulterated ecstasy. But, love, if they find you down here with me, I’ll be gelded, and you’d be sent to a convent.”
She hated how right he was. They had been meticulous to leave no trace of their affair behind. Outside of their perfect garden, it was as if they didn’t exist. “If we must. But do not let it be days until I see you again. These last few have been nearly unbearable.” She pulled from his arms so she could look up into his cerulean eyes.
“They have me listed at the docks, inspection. I’ll be there for three days.” Again, another piece had broken knowing she’d be cold until he returned.
“Look, you’ve made an idiotic fool in love. Thought I’d never see it.” He wiped the single tear that fell from her glistening eyes before placing a soft kiss on her wanting lips, “I’d ruin myself for you, too.”
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katlyn1948 · 4 months
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The man's face pales as sudden realization overwhelms his features. It's pathetic how willing he was to throw his family as if that would save him from the inevitable.
"When...when did she find out?" gone was the fear from the man's face as his lips twisted into an unearthly grin.
The assassin cocked their head, "You should do better research. I don't kill women and children."
The man exploded with rage, reaching for the knife in the assassin's hand, only to be met with darkness as the tip of the blade plunged into his cold dead heart. Warmth pooled over the assassin's hands as crimson began to smear the porcelain white floor. The man's body went limp and a sickening thud reverberated around the hollow room. The assassin's eyes darkened as a small smile tugged at the corner of their lips. "Your wife sends her regards."
“Please! I have a wife and children!” He cries under your grip as you hold the knife above him. You burst out laughing, “WHO do you think sent me?”
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katlyn1948 · 4 months
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Gosh darn it! I missed it this year! It's okay, I can't wait to see what people have in store this year!
Gendryamas 2023 is officially happening!
Thank you to everyone who decided to participate!
To the artists who offered to do more than one piece: please create the maximum you offered.
DMs about this will be sent out today as well.
Remember to submit your contributions until November 30th either via DM to this blog or via email to [email protected].
For any questions or concerns don't hesitate to reach out!
Happy creating!
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katlyn1948 · 4 months
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Taylor is ranked at #5 on Forbes list of the world’s most powerful women for 2023 rising from #79 last year (full article)
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katlyn1948 · 4 months
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To any fic writers who worry they are wasting their time... I read a fic for a relatively small and inactive fandom about three years ago. And there was one specific scene where a character watched another dancing like an idiot to a beyonce song and it was so sweet and loving that even now years later I have that song on one of my spotify playlist so every once in a while it will play and remind me of that fic, and every time it does I smile and feel a little happier.
The stats on a fic will never really tell you if your writing touched someone. There's no numerical way to show you what impact you made. Maybe you are wasting time, or maybe you are writing something that someone will remember for a long time, something that will never fail to make them smile.
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katlyn1948 · 4 months
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So I thought I would share a little of what I've been working on. It's been a minute since I've written anything Gendrya related, but Idk...I just got inspired. Probably because I've been re-reading a lot of my Gendrya fics. Not to toot my own horn, but damn, some of them are AMAZING...and some of them... well they could use some work. Anyway, enjoy a little of what I have planned and even more kudos if you can figure out what song I used as inspiration. :)
“Um, are ya alright?” His blue eyes turned that of curiosity to worry. She had been staring at him like a big oaf.
Say something, you idiot, anything!
“Uh, you talk funny.”
Not that!
A chuckle escaped past his supple lips, “Well, that’s a first.”
Arya groaned, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that.”
The bartender nodded, “It’s alright. I take it this is yer first time in Storm’s End?”
“Is it that obvious?”
He shrugged, “It’s not too bad. But maybe you should not make fun of the way people talk.”
Arya laughed. A good hearty laugh. And it’s something she hadn’t done in a long time. “You know, you should take it as a compliment. It means I like you.”
On of his brows arched, “Really now? And uh—do I gots to worry about any boyfriends smashing my face in for being nice to his girl?”
She watched as he placed another whiskey in front of her. “I had a boyfriend. He’s my ex as of five minutes ago and he’s somewhere in this club doing God knows what.”
The bartender smiled before wiping his hand on his apron and offering it to her to shake, “Name’s Gendry.”
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katlyn1948 · 4 months
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Um ok this is unreal?? I just wanted to say to anyone who listened to my music this year, anywhere in the world, thank you. Getting named Spotify’s Global Top Artist in 2023 is truly the best birthday/holiday gift you could’ve given me. We’ve seriously had THE MOST fun this year out there on tour and now this. Are you serious. So I was trying to think of a way to thank you, and a lot of you have been asking me to put “You’re Losing Me (From The Vault)” on streaming… so here you go! You can finally listen EVERYWHERE now 💋
https://taylor.lnk.to/YLMfromthevault
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