#🍃 anon!

[sittinginthewoodsrn]

oh you should definitely horny post more for me. such a good boy. your posts always gets me worked up, like you falling asleep with your hand in your boxers. hope you slept well handsome.

-🍃 (yes this is mine now)

aaaaahahahahaha im trying to not go all blushy and dumb around strangers while reading this. nobody here knows im such a good boy ;(

I'll add your emoji to my little list <3

[gabessquishytum]

It's thinking about the depressed dream man hours, because we are all aware Dream is not exactly in a good place mentally speaking.

I think Dream would use the line between 'I deserve to be punished ❤️‍🔥💦🙏🫦' and 'I deserve to be punished 🪦⛈️' as a jump rope. A very not good jump rope.

Hob inevitably finds out and is very cross with him because he'll happily give Dream all the pain he wants but not so Dream can punish himself.

Maybe Hob brings the twins in just to get the point across.

- 🍃

I love the dichotomy of Dream absolutely enjoying pain and punishment in a very kinky way and also being a fucking self-hating idiot who thinks that it's an acceptable method of harming himself when he feels bad.

And when Hob finds out he is not only furious but also betrayed. He feels like he can't trust Dream like he could before. The whole thing really fucks with Hob’s head to the point where he makes a boundary that he can't do any kind of pain-play or heavy bdsm anymore. Dream is obviously devastated, and entirely tempted to go into a spiral of self hatred.

Enter Desire and Despair who grab Dream by the scruff of his neck and basically scream at him to just. fucking. communicate!!!!! Hob isn't mad at Dream because of his depression or dark thoughts or desire to hurt himself, he's hurt that Dream didn't express any of that and tried to use Hob as some kind of instrument of torture.

It's okay to Despair (says Despair). But he can't use your partner like that. If you want a functional partnership. It's okay to Desire pain (says Desire) but it should be in a fun way. If you want your relationship to last.

Dream submits himself to a mortifying conversation with Hob, and the two of them finally hash out what they're both comfortable with. Hob feels okay about punishing Dream again but he wants more check ins, more talking, more aftercare for everyone.

Desire and Despair high-five. And patiently await Dream’s next breakdown, whatever it may be. They'll be there for him!

[celabi]

Sticking scummy Scara's hand down your pants under the desk in class just so he can feel that you're wet and then refusing to do anything or leave class with him so he just has to be stuck thinking about how class is such a waste of time when he could be in his dorm pleasing his girlfriend. He's snapping at the professor anytime he gets called on to answer a question.

scara has very little to no shame at all, so when you do something so lewd and inviting like this— reaching under the desk and slipping his hand into your panties, he has all the reason to bend you over the table and eat you out in front of the whole class. but he has too much respect for you to go and doing something humiliating like that, and refuses to expose you in such a position in front of prying eyes…

he bites his tongue, and uses his fingers to feel around your wet folds, before he softly runs his thumb over your clit. you’re so wet and aroused that it has scara withering around in his chair, his other hand slithering down to his lap and pawing at his growing erection.

his fingers are coated with your slick, and lucky he has the decency to pushes past your folds and stick a finger inside to add onto your pleasure, knuckles deep before he starts pumping inside. so warm, so wet, his eyes roll back.

how the fuck has no one noticed? I suppose being at the back of the classroom has its major advantages, but seriously… scara is panting like a rabid dog in need of water.

his foot annoyingly begins to tap against the floor, and he slowly makes a start of unbuttoning his pants to hopefully pull out his aching dick, but you abruptly stop, and pull his hand away from the heat of your underwear.

he almost whines, turning to gaze at you with flushed cheeks and fluttering lashes, but you only shake your head with that coy grin of yours. his head hurts, it’s pounding, and his vision blurs.

“p-please, don’t do this to me. please.” he leans in close and presses his forehead to your shoulder, drops of sweat sinking into the fabric of your shirt but he doesn’t have even an once of energy to apologise. “baby, let me cum. I wanna cum in you so bad…” god he sounds so pathetic, so pitiful, like putty in your hands, but both of you know that he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“no, scara, pay attention, I’ve got work to do…” you mumble softly, a hand on his knee. he groans, and stuffs his face into your hair like a creep, taking in the scent of your shampoo. his hands still palm at his erection, but it doesn’t feel anywhere near as good as it did before.

“ill do anything, please. take me to the bathroom stalls and use me.” he licks his lips, drool almost dripping from his mouth. “c’mon, I know you wanna.” his tongue licks wet strips up your neck, before he unconsciously finds himself almost sucking on your earlobe LMFAO.

“quit it, scara, seriously, always so needy.” you try to softly push him off, but he’s latched onto like glue. you roll your eyes, but there’s a smile on your lips. you guess it can’t be helped, you did start this whole mess, and you knew what it would lead too.

and you can’t even tell him off either, because he enjoys that too…

“mpfhm, I am, only ever for you, m-mommy.”

BIG SIGHHH I need me a scrawny loser bf I can step on and get praised for.

[itsrlymine]

heyyy it’s weed anon 🩷

girl i wanna tell u about my waiting room because Ooooo it’s yummy

I live by the sea and omg it’s a total coconut girl dream!!! a lovely little house by the beach, the water is turquoise and clearrr, so clean as well!! think of the caribbean and cancun 🐬🐠💦

I live alone (i might put a dog idk) and i’m always in summer clothes (think y2k kinda trashy, blues greens pinks yellows, springer breakers type shii but also punk)

and ofc since i’m the weed queen i’ve got an endless supply!!! purple haze, gelato, vapes, carts, ediblesss (im like Rihanna smoking a blunt on a surf board)

ok that’s all i wanna say love ya xx

Babe I love you so much omgg why did I also just get major h2o vibes but way sexier vibes wowwww. I love living by the beach so much it’s not even funny! Living by the beach and smoking is my favorite thing ever o swear. It sounds like we are living the same life fr omgg.

I’m so happy for you bc this is such an amazing way to live life fr.

And ofc when I’m typing this response only girl in the world by Rihanna is playing loud asf on the radio😭

[wandasaura]

okay but what was R’s best orgasm that happened last Christmas? 👀 from your latest fic

this is from two months ago… i have no idea what fic we’re talking about so i’m just gonna tell you about ducky’s best orgasm… so… i hope thats okay with you

well to start, it’s somewhat of a competition (war) in the maximoff-romanova household. natasha claims that from her perspective, she gives you the best orgasms. she will analyze the patterns in your behavior over the course of months, just so when the conversation gets brought up again — which it inevitably always does — she can clap back at wanda with admissible proof that physically, she provides the best orgasms. she will also never shy away from bragging about how you turn to absolute mush in her arms after a scene, how you come undone so beautifully and give yourself to her entirely. because while she’s trying to factually assert her superiority, she’s also just a lesbian fucking her girlfriend really good… like really good (verbatim what she screamed across the living room at wanda during one rehashing).

wanda doesn’t even bother to bring her own facts to the discussion despite knowing natasha will pry at her like she’s on the stand for murder, she’s so confident in herself that she lets natasha just argue at her, sometimes natasha’s been going at her with facts for something close to three minutes, and wanda will just get so fed up with her wife that she sets her glare on ducky, accent thicker than all hell, and simply remind ducky of her title, of how she’s mommy. poor girl folds instantly every time and natasha just stomps away in frustration, although she’s literally thinking about wanda gives her some of the best orgasms of her life… which then prompts her to think that she really couldn’t pick between ducky or wanda.

this is natasha’s roman empire actually. she’ll randomly be sending emails and will just sit there and contemplate how ducky and wanda give her pleasure in such different ways. in the soft moments she steals with ducky, ducky always gravitates towards her thighs, while wanda will take her time up top. and then she gets horny and ends up texting wanda, which then just leads to them all teasing each other and pissing each other off because all three of them are meant to be doing their actual jobs… i’m telling you it’s literally all in good fun though. they’re lawyers… i think they just have a fear of losing their skill if they stop arguing and rebutting… poor ducky actually, sometimes they’re just so… in it… she knows she’d never survive actually seeing them in action

but ducky! she is just like natasha when it comes to organizing the facts and fantasizing about fucking her girlfriends on the daily . she will tell you when the best orgasm of her life occurred specifically (because she’s the only one who actually knows how to directly answer a question, or rather, the only one who didn’t endure like seven years of law school and cannot be bothered with stupid banter), but she has three categories and events.the first category is natasha, the second category is wanda, and the third category is the orgasms when they do it together.

natasha’s best orgasm was in the winter time the semester after they extended the contract. ducky was stressed, exhausted, overworked, honestly you name it, the poor girl was it. she was at the point where she had so many things going through her mind, and she was so tired that she was energized. she was staying on campus because the workload was getting to be too much to balance with a commute and an internship, and in a few weeks she’d somewhat stopped communicating with wanda and natasha. they talked on the phone, sometimes they’d go up to visit ducky whenever their breaks aligned with a gap in her schedule, but she was so preoccupied with a million other things that she just couldn’t give them a piece of her. she barely was herself with the sleep deprivation and the stress. she turned up at the house at eleven, searching for wanda. she was an absolute brat to natasha, huffing and rolling her eyes, getting annoyed when she kept being told that wanda was busy — which she was. there was a major issue in a contract that needed immediate attention. definitely not the kind of thing they could delegate or allow to sit on a desk — but ducky just wasn’t getting it. natasha was full on daddy mode at that point, and after an hour of teasing and edging and spanking, she finally let ducky cum as wanda walked into the bedroom.

wanda’s best orgasm is on the shore. they’d both been woken up around the same time in the middle of the night and been unable to fall back to sleep before tourist season, and so they’d sporadically decided to make a trip down to the shore to make the most of their early start to the day to see the sunrise. all they brought was a towel… which it is not ducky, nor wanda’s, proudest moment that they got so caught up in a makeout session that wanda fingered ducky on a towel in the middle of a public beach (granted it was empty) at 3 in the morning. it wasn’t even the most physically overpowering orgasm, but it was the way wanda somewhat collapsed on top of her afterward and nuzzled her face into her neck, giggling and mumbling about they’d just acted like horny teenagers. it was a rare moment where it was only wanda with ducky. it’s so hard for wanda to let go of everything, of mommy, of lawyer, of dominant. she craves the control, the discipline, and she panics when she doesn’t have it, so she’s always compensating for something, trying to mask the vulnerabilities she doesn’t want known. ducky just felt so loved in that moment, she doesn’t care that wanda’s also eaten her out until she passed out… but it’s also definitely up there.

and the best together orgasm was on her birthday. they’d been teasing her all fucking day. like all day. wanda woke her up by fingering her, natasha then insisted on showering together and washing her body for her, which was just a lot of lingering touchy feely, and then wanda had laid her accent on thick all through breakfast, uttering the most sickly sweet near condensing praise out of nowhere. thats what really got ducky, was how they’d be having a conversation and wanda would just… absolutely melt her brain. and then at lunch natasha snuck up behind ducky, hugging her tight, and not so subtly grinding her strap into ducky’s ass. and then wanda AND natasha had been touchy feely annoying teases during dinner and the drive home. and then took turns fucking her when they got home. to the point where she was basically mush until the following afternoon? yeah ducky thinks about that a lot

anyways ducky’s actual answer is wanda. she refuses to admit this tho. wanda literally knows tho

[hanasnx]

isn't it insane that martian manhunter can literally change the size of his dick? like he could literally, if he wanted to, just change the size of his dick mid-fuck and split you in half. i really just think that's absolutely insane.

-🍃

MINORS DNI 18+

“Forgive me. I’m… unaccustomed to human.” J’ONN J’ONZZ miraculously forms a sentence through the constraints of pleasure. Sweetly rocking into you at a snail’s pace as if it reserve a little time to recuperate and gather his bearings. You had no idea that he’d be this beside himself, keeping your legs spread nice for him with your hands tucked in the crooks of your knees.

“Take your time.” you exhale with a proud curl to your lips. It’s flattering to say the least that you’re his first here on Earth, and he can’t wrap his head around what you feel like. Not to mention his length is obviously shaped unlike anything you’ve had before, the only similarity you can compose is a Bad Dragon dildo you ordered for its unique figure.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” A mildly uneasy question, conveying his nervousness. “You are secreting.” he notes aloud, and casually ruts to test the new lubricant.

“Oh, yeah. It just helps me take in something a little bigger that’s all.” you respond, winded from the effort of it all. It’s unusual how clinical he can be during intimacy, but you try to take it in stride. Answering is a matter of satisfying his curiosity, which you now realize is driving his actions when you feel a peculiar sensation inside you. Not only is more length being introduced, but girth too. He picks up his pace with a groan, rolling his taut abdomen to lick the inside of you with his cock. “I— Woah, what?" In short, you're bewildered, rocking with each of his thrusts into you, your suspended legs bobbing.

"Do you like it?" he asks, clawing into the pillow under your head as he hovers over you. You're speechless, your jaw hanging open with various "Oh"s spilling out of it. "You cannot imagine a tighter space…" he hisses, willing his dick to grow. As a shapeshifter, he was not aware that size could alter an already mind-blowing sensation to an all new level of ecstasy for both parties.

"Oh— fuck, J'onn, I didn't even think of that—" you gasp and you arch your back, letting ease into fucking you deeper than you've ever been touched before.

[cringefaecompilation]

No but really the Imodna criticism has only made me double down harder. You mean to tell me I lived through 2000s tv that inevitably and reliably buried gay relationships as soon as they were established, so much so that there is now an entire ‘bury your gays’ trope in modern media… only for streaming services to dominate serialized shows and force them into condensed and truncated seasons that air once every two or three YEARS… to then have Critical Role.. with over 1000 hours of its campaigns over a decade… to dedicate enough time to a friendship between two women that actually and organically developed into romantic feelings.. only for people to complain that its codependent or forced or one-sided? Like. Have we grown too online to appreciate how fucking miraculous the sapphic ships CR has given the community actually are?

you know it's a good lesbian ship when straight people or otherwise not lesbians are accusing you of hating platonic female friendship or claiming it's basically incest to ship them

[gallaghersgal]

I don’t know if someone has sent something like this in but I had a thought the other night about getting in an argument with Richie (and previous not having gotten into many with him, being shy and staying in your lane as a waitress) in the restaurant and he says something not intending for it to be suggestive, but it is. You reacting positively to it but leaving embarrassed. He unintentionally follows you out and asks you about it. Jksodhe I’m sorry for rambling 😖😖

this ask has been wasting away since... idk probably july. but it's itching my brain all of a sudden so. mature for suggestive language. pre-canon setting!

the bullshit that richard jerimovich put you through. god, it would be enough for anyone to just walk out. but you needed this job, so you put up with his nonsense. at least he's easy on the eyes.

today he's in the dining area with fak, slamming the side of the ball machine every time the younger man makes a mistake. there's a rush happening too, or at least there was. you michael, and ebra handled it all. much to your disdain mikey just laughs it off when you bring richie's absence to his attention, telling you, "relax kid, we can handle this shit. let the old man fuck around."

you groan as you wipe your hands, fingers feeling tender from all the piping hot sandwiches you'd just served up. you march your way into the dining area intending to give that old fuck a piece of your mind. he brushes you off similarly to his friend, you swear sometimes those two are just iterations of the same person.

"fucks sake princess, i don't see a line out the door," he jabs, gesturing obnoxiously towards the now empty area.

"oh, fuck you richie," you spit back at him, reaching out to shove him lightly.

"yeah? fuck me?" he taunts, crowding into your space. "i bet you'd like to, huh princess."

he doesn't even say it with any low, lustful tone. it's a jab, an insult even. but the words send heat creeping up your cheeks and you stammer out, "f-fuckin' jagoff," before turning quickly on your heel.

crisp chicago winter air helps soothe your racing mind, the shock against your bare arms bringing you back to reality. that was embarrassing. wanting to have sex with a coworker was bad enough already, but a coworker nearly ten years your senior? that's the beginning of a workplace nightmare.

richie steps into the alley and you glare at him. his hands raise in defeat, one holding a lighter as an unlit cigarette hands from his lips. he lights the thing and takes a drag, then pulls it from his lips to observe, "you look fuckin' cold."

"oh, thank you captain fucking obvious," you bite back, but your voice trails off as he cages you in against the wall.

[phightingheadcanons]

That anon who rambled about phinishers (aka me >:3) is back at it again! Mostly because someone reblogged my first post asking who’s a Focus and who’s a Release. Well, here’s what I think!

Sword: Focus. Fun fact: in the brief moment he’s airborne, Sword transfers all of that built-up energy into his blade, causing the explosion 👍 

Skateboard: Release. For as long as he’s fully charged, his senses are cranked up to 11. He uses this to plan out where he wants to race off to.

Biograft: Phinishers don’t exactly work when you don’t naturally feel strong emotions. Or emotions at all. Subspace added in the overdrive mode as a substitute. It probably works on a timer.

Katana: Focus. Similarly to Sword, he also channels his energy into his gear.

Ban Hammer: He’s technically a Focus…but by the gods does he want to use it on any opponent he sees, regardless of their health. Sometimes he’ll get inpatient and just use it, even if it means wasting his ult. (Couldn’t be me-)

Rocket: Release. He gets a lot more giddy and excited when fully charged.

Slingshot: Focus. His eyesight improves like mad when fully charged. So much so, that the effect lingers until his phinisher is complete.

Hyperlaser: Focus. Many phighters power up their gears with their energy, and Hyper is no exception. Some speculate that he actually steals the energy of the demons he takes out with his ult, allowing him to do it again. Meanwhile Hyperlaser has no idea why that happens 🤷‍♂️ 

Shuriken is a weird case. To start his phinisher, he has to focus. But when his concentration falters, the giant shurikens get launched. He normally does this on purpose, but he’ll accidentally toss them all willy-nilly if he gets distracted.

Scythe: Release. Tis’ hard to ignore the thrill of the hunt, but she’s learnt how to manage it for the most part. Scythe also had to teach herself how to channel that energy into her ranged phinisher, which doesn’t come as naturally to her.

Medkit: Focus. For whatever reason, his ult in particular takes a lot more focus to properly perform. It’s astounding how good his concentration is.

Boombox: Focus. But as he gains more and more charges, a feeling of anticipation sets in, with it culminating in his (literal) beat drop. Sort of a mix between the two.

Subspace: Release. And extremely impulsive, like Ban Hammer. A deadly combination.

Vine Staff: Focus. Oddly enough, the lotus will persist even if her concentration is broken. She just has to unleash it first.

Coil: He’s 100% a Release phinisher. When fully charged, he has the urge to go phucking feral.

In total, that’s 9 Focus, and 5 Release phinishers. Yap sesh complete!

— 🍃 anon

Scythe needing to put active mental effort and concentration into not murdering people with her phinisher is really funny to me <3 LIVE YOUR TRUEST LIFE SCYTHE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[y0ur-enf0rc3r]

GASP unrequited? How tragic for them~

Unless of course you're lying to protect yourself? 💌

Dude no. Fuck them. I- no. Out of everyone i atleast tolerate i hate their guts. Id never lower myself that far

[aneavebeleaf]

disturbed peace

[nemotiabound]

@apollytus

" ratty? " here's poor oblivious drift, coming back into their hab with a little bundle that he's holding close to his chassis. " i'm home——! "

The medic tilts his helm, looking towards the door in confusion. His posture looks lighter, straighter, like the world is no longer weighing on his shoulders. He's fidgeting with his servos a bit, optic ridge furrowing as he takes in the form of the mech in front of him.

' Ratty '

Why did that sound familiar ... There's not an ounce of recognition behind his optics as he turns fully to face him.

" I'm sorry ... have we met before? "

[gabessquishytum]

I've been listening to the Epic musical and now an odyssey au won't leave my head.

There is something so dreamling coded about waiting 20 years with a bunch of suitors trying to become the new king but not accepting any of them because you know your husband is out there & getting seduced by multiple supernatural women and being offended because you're a married man, thank you very much

- 🍃

I think this is absolutely incredible. Just yes.

I feel like Hob is so Penelope coded, right? He's trying very hard to just get on with his life and rule the kingdom that Dream left behind, and also raise their son. He's just doing his BEST. And all these suitors turn up and move into his house, start eating his food and trying to marry him. Yuck. Of course he sits down in front of the loom every day and he's like "when I'm finished weaving this veil ill marry one of you :)) I promise :)) I'm just a really slow weaver okay :))" and then spends the entire night unpicking the day's work. No way he's marrying one of those gross bums.

Meanwhile Dream is having an absolutely hellish time, partly due to his own hubris but also just sheer bad luck. His boat sinks, he gets marooned multiple times, there are supernatural hotties trying to seduce him but all Dream wants to do is pine over Hob and try to build a raft to get home. He's doing his best, okay. He's just a sad wet cat.

When he finally makes it back to his kingdom he finds his house full of creepy men who all want to fuck his husband. Hob has the big old hunting bow laid across his lap and he looks like he really wants to use it, but Dream is the one who ends up efficiently massacring the room full of suitors. Since its been 20 years and Hob is a little suspicious of the man who just came in and murdered a bunch of people, he's like "how do I know that you're my husband and not just some imposter" and Dream is like "Well I'm the only one who knows that our marriage bed is carved out of a single tree because I did it with my own hands".

And then they catch up on the 20 years of fucking that they missed out on, and Hob probably never lets Dream leave the house ever again. Happily ever after, etc.

[celabi]

what about scummy scara carrying reader on his shoulders and his head being squished by readers thighs fhjwndlskjfodkdn PLEASE THE HOLD THIS MAN HAS ON ME

Sitting atop scummy Scaramouche’s shoulders! ☆彡 0.6k

When your feet start to ache, and your will of walking by foot slowly decreases as time passes you by, Scaramouche is quick to discard his hat and drop his body to the ground. His knees, scraped and scarred red, thump harshly against the tattered concrete floor when he makes contact— and although he cringes at the pain that jolts through his ligaments for acting so careless, he pushes away his soreness and angles his head downward in an almost prayer looking position. “Please, allow me to carry you. It is no trouble at all.” He knows he sounds more ravenous then humble, but it’s a kind gesture nonetheless, so he hopes for you to just ignore the plain desperation that cracks through his tone and agree to his kind offer.

You do, and he watches in a new found excitement as you circle around his figure and stand behind him— your soft and gentle hands somehow magically making his previous tension soothe away when you place them on top his shoulders to stabilise yourself. “I won’t be too heavy for you, will I?” You chuckle lowly, and out of your line of sight, he scrunches his eyebrows and narrows his eyes— a unamused scoff echos in his mind for someone even daring to put that pathetic thought in your cute little head. Need he remind you again just how perfect you are?

“Nonsense, for I can carry you to the ends of Teyvet without breaking a sweat.” He boasts with confidence, but stumbles forward slightly when one of your legs unexpectedly hoist over his shoulder. Out of instinct, he grabs ahold of your calf so you don’t fall. ‘Fuck, now i’ve gone and embarrassed myself.’ He awkwardly coughs into his free handed fist to try and mask his chagrin state, and is inwardly grateful you can’t see the way his face burns a red hue in result of his mistake. “Ah— see? No p-problem at all…” an awkward laugh bubbles up his throat.

“We’re nearly there, but if you’re so adamant about it…” he helps you climb on top of him, and surprises himself when managing to hold back his delighted groan as you tangle your dainty fingers in the greasy strands of his hair. Your legs are so soft, and he can’t help but reach up and try to subtly push them together until his face was being smothered with your plush thighs. He sighs happily, and when questioned about this action, he quickly blames his show of needfulness on ‘making sure you don’t slip.’

You’re not heavy to him in the slightest, yet his legs still can’t help but wobble while he walks down the road, his hands can’t help but tremble as they grip at the flesh of your thighs, his breaths can’t help but slowly loose their balance with each step he takes. You seemingly take note of his staggered facture, and comment about it. “Scara? You okay down there? If it gets too much for you then please, don’t push yourself further.” Oh, how your tone sounds so sickeningly sweet, fretting about him like he was your boyfriend, he grins and turns his head up to try and meet your gaze, a red blush coating over his nose and combining at the tips of his ears as you stare back down at him in slight worry.

“I’m a lot stronger then I look, so all you need to do is sit there so prettily and let me do all the work. Please, I insist. Let’s just relish in this beautiful view…”

[itsrlymine]

hi, its 🌱 anon.

i want you to know how monumentally helpful you have been in my loa journey. in the short amount of time your blog has been around, i have gone from someone who struggles to actually get what he wants to someone who manifests so easily with barely a thought. i manifested my father getting an incredible job after 9 months of unemployment, moving out, my friend paying for me when we're out, and a lot more.

im sorry you get so much hate for being blunt and simple with your advice, but it truly is simple, and i think your blunt/straightforward-ness has helped far more people than it has "hurt". ive been in loassumption circles for over a year now and you (+ one of my fave subliminal makers) have finally helped it click for me. thank you so much for everything you do. 💗💗💗💗💗

Awe hey babe💖 I’m so happy my page has been able to help in some way but you are the one “making” this all happen omg yes!!! The hate makes me laugh and twirls my braids 😭😭 I give the advice and speak to yall the way I wish I spoke to myself and the way I would have wanted someone else to earlier bc we find so many ways to complicate something that is just way to simple!!!!

I love that you manifest with barely a thought bc me fucking too!!!!!

[wandasaura]

AURRAAA pls briefly consider. Ducky finding Wanda sitting on the couch by the christmas tree, in her cozy little pajama set, reading a book and drinking the hot cocoa Ducky and Nat made her, and Ducky crawls over and is absolutely begging to eat her out because she just looks so sweet and delectable and yes she gives her the best head and Wanda is just so soft afterwards

let me briefly explain why this is a canon event. wanda is literally minding her own damn business, but you know who is also minding wanda’s business? ducky. she’s literally down bad for her soft domestic lawyer girlfriend, and she will make that known. wanda looks so fucking good with her hair in a stupid ponytail, her pajamas a soft shade of red that compliments her complexion, and she absolutely ruined ducky the night before, and maybeeee someone’s still feeling a wee bit submissive (can’t confirm or deny. also will not be naming names bc that’s rude) and so when they start begging to eat wanda out, already fuzzy, already looking at her with such big glossy eyes… well really wanda’s only being considerate and allowing her to have what she wants so badly. and she definitely talks ducky through the entire thing, because a pussy drunk subspace ducky is an animal and will not relent unless wanda’s physically pulling her away. she pulls three orgasms from wanda before the sokovian is panting and pulling her back up, and her face is flushed and glistening with wanda’s arousal and she’s just so gone. and yeah actually that concludes my brief explanation.