#Darts WM

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Darts WM 2024 - 16-jähriger Luke Littler erreicht das Finale

Luke Litter Der 16-jährige Engländer Luke Littler hat schon Dartgeschichte geschrieben, weil er im Alter von nur 16 Jahren das Finale der Dart Weltmeisterschaft erreicht hat. „Luke Littler qualifizierte sich durch einen Sieg bei der WDF Irish Open im Alter von 14 Jahren für die WDF-Weltmeisterschaft 2022[3] und war damit nach Leighton Bennett der zweitjüngste Spieler, der jemals an einer…

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don’t care for the celebs but seeing the pros relaxed and jokey is LOVELY!

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Natalia Sims 4 CC Lookbook

Meet Natalia! I'll be using her for a sims 4 storyline I'm creating.

Base Sim Info:

Skin: Ddarkstonee Skin N28 Overlay / Lamatisse Olympia Skin / Nesurii Little details / Ok ruee misc face details / Praline Sims Eyebags 21 Zombie / Sammi_xox Nose and Lip Masks / Sims3melancholic Belly mask / Sims3Melancholic Body Highlight 01

Eyebrows/Eyes/Lashes/Teeth: Carol 91 Priscilla Eyebrows /

Twisted Cat Lashes N03 / Praline Sims Heaven Eyes N177 / Yoonie Sims Imperfection Teeth Set

Tattoos: Thatsims4hore Ares Tattoo Set

Makeup: Angissi Lipstick A183 / Veve Bisou Highlighter / Praline Sims Ghost tattoo N15 (sparkly eyes) / Northern Siberia Winds Blush 8 Cheek

Piercings: Aretha Bee Luv Septum / Giulietta Sims Diamond Butterfly Belly Piercing

Everyday:

Hair: Simsenshi Opal Hair + Bows

Outfit: NewEn092 Lace Camisole Top / Belaloallure Madina cargo pants / Darte 77 Vans Old Skool

Accessories/Nails: Babyetears Y2K Star belt / Darte_77 03 Bracelet / Sugar Owl Janice Rings / Oydis Nuit Jewelry Set / Maxi Moons Haylee Nails

Formal:

Hair: Jino Hair N10 Lovelle

Outfit: BEO jumpsuit Rita / Shoestopia Breanna High Heels

Accessories/Nails: Oydis Astrea Jewelry / Christopher067 Elio Necklace / Simpliciaty Elise Rings / Giulietta Sims Long Almond Thin French Tips Nails

Athletic:

Hair: Jino Hair N9 Cherry

Outfit: Off-Line Alo Bralette / Rimings High-Waisted Leggings / Joliebean Charged Shoes

Accessories/Nails: Joliebean Jolie Watch / Jolliebean Peak Performance Basic Socks / GiuliettaSims Multiple Little Hoop Earrings / Aretha Bee Chipped Nails

Sleep:

Hair: Wing Sims ES 0830 Double Straight Hair

Outfit: LazyEyelids jersey sleepwear set

Accessories/Nails: Jius Knitted Socks 10 / Rimings Bow Shape Earring

Party:

Hair: Simpliciaty Karla Hair

Outfit: Belaloallure Fabienne laced top / Belaloallure Shanna Mini chain leather skirt / Shoestopia bapho boots

Accessories/Nails:

Giulietta Sims Mutliple Bangles / Simpliciaty Aubrey rings / S-Club TS4 Bracelet 202013 / Gorilla x3 Heart Charm Necklace / Giulietta Sims Long Edge Gothic Nails

Swim:

Hair: Simpliciaty Abby Hair

Outfit: Trillyke Eternal Sunshine Bikini Top + Bottom

Accessories/Nails: Aretha Bee Jayleen Sunglasses / Murphy x Bradford T True Bracelet / Bobur Bracelet 05 R / Simpliciaty Scarlet Rings / Sugar Owl Perla Rings

Hot Weather:

Hair: Simpliciaty Becca Hair

Outfit: busra-tr Leather Set Top P143 / sc 162 Kelly Short (Pay wall) / Shoestopia Jessica High Heels

Accessories/Nails: Angel Everyday Collection Square Sunglasses / AxA Necklace V1 / Simpliciaty Ziva Rings / S-Club LL ts4 bracelet 202102 / S-Club WM ts4 bracelet 202006 / GiuliettaSims Long Stiletto French Tips Ombre Nails

Cold Weather:

Hair: Simpliciaty Estella V1 Hair

Outfit: LazyEyelids sweater with shirt / Gorilla x3 Minimalist Slacks / BED and Musae Sungsudong Chelsea Boots

Accessories/Nails: Praline Sims Thunder V6 Earrings / Christopher 067 Mahlia Rings / Giulietta Sims Rounded Square Medium Glossy Nails

Thank you so much to CC creators for their wonderful work!

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bubblegum ࿏ wm

summary: in which wanda is a lenient mommy, but her leniency can only go so far.

words: 5.2K

warnings: soft mommy!wanda, top!wanda, f!reader, bottom!reader, mommy kink, ownership, punishment, edging, orgasm denial, fingering, use of vibrator, use of dildo, brain goes brrrrr

this post is for 18+ only. minors dni.

masterlist.

Wanda loves you in all things pink.

Ballerina pink walls in your room. A little pink clock sitting high above the varnished white desk, a pink cat in the face of the clock ticking its whiskers towards the morning hour. Your pink bunny slippers lying discarded on the ground. The bubblegum color of your bedsheets that you grind between your fingers as your hands wake first, trying to find that smooth warm skin that you so dearly love. The pink of your lips, of your rosy peaks, of that space between your thighs, kept exposed throughout the night because she discards your pink nightgown before you fall asleep in her arms.

It's morning time, your favorite. Your hand crumples the pink duvet in its odyssey to find your lover. You can feel her slow, heavy breaths and hear them in your ear over the morning birds outside the window. You can feel her legs entwined with yours, your toes resting on the bones of her ankle. Hand meets arm—you’ve found her.

Slowly, your eyes blink open to see her. Wanda is lying facing you, one arm tucked under the pink pillow, one cast halfway over to you where she must have reached for you during the night but lost you before she fell back asleep again. Your hand has found her forearm, clutching it, fingertips pressing into the fleshy muscle there.

“Mommy,” you whisper as confirmation that this is whose arm your hand has found. Your Mommy, who sleeps with you every night, whom you always wake up to. Even if she wakes before you first, she resists the urge to get up to make you breakfast. She wants to be the first thing you see every morning.

A noise stirs in Wanda’s throat. Your hand, as if attracted to the sound, crawls up her arm and over her shoulder so that your fingers can wade through the ocean of orangey red curls to find the ridged column of her throat. Green eyes open to focus on you, a little puffy from sleep, and her ivory grin shines as the brightest thing in the room. “Good morning, baby,” she says, the vibrations of her voice buzzing through the skin of your fingers on her throat.

Her arm finishes its journey that it started sometime in the night, reaching to slide over your waist until it can press into your lower back, ushering you closer to her. You giggle as the front of your body presses against hers, taking in the delight of how warm and soft her skin is against yours. When she inhales, her tummy touches yours, and when she exhales, the force of her breath moves a strand of your hair.

As your thigh opens and cradles around her hips, her hand on your back slides up and buries itself in your hair. She moves your head forward so that she can press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Wanna suck,” you pull away to tell her, your tongue running wildly over the inside of your mouth, eyes darting down to her chest left exposed by the blankets that parted down when she had moved you towards her.

Wanda obliges, as she always does, guiding your head downwards until the hill of her breast presses into your nose, and your eager lips find the peak of it, wrapping around it and sucking. Your hand palms clumsily at her other breast, and you shiver when you hear the satisfied sigh that comes from her throat. One of her thighs comes forward to settle between yours, her knee bucking against the place that is still buzzing from the night before.

She takes pleasure in the sound you make as your hips start to grind against her, already hungry for friction and eventual release as you suckle on her nipple, nose infiltrated with the scent of her perfume from yesterday that is still damp against the valley of her chest. It’s your favorite smell.

Wanda hates leaving you when the pleasures of early morning turn into getting dressed for work, making you breakfast, and then having to leave through the front door. Something that helps the both of you to cope with these hours of absences is a pink leather collar that she belts around your neck loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough that you can feel it always. Throughout the day, when she is at work, she thinks about you at home and knows her collar is on your neck. When you find the house too big and empty without Wanda’s presence, your fingers find the leather and the tiny metal buckle, remembering as if it is her hand on your throat and not the collar.

You will spend the day watching TV or drawing or reading, wearing whatever outfit Wanda has picked for you, accessorized by one of your favorite stuffies cradled in your arm. You will eat the lunch that she prepared for you in the pink tin lunchbox on the edge of the counter, visible enough that you walk by it and remember to eat, since she has to remind you so often.

Wanda takes pleasure in the details. She cuts your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into little crustless hearts. She fills your pink plastic water bottle full of water and tapes a little sticker heart to the front. She makes sure that she cuts your baby carrots into little strips because it looks more like French fries which you are much more inclined to eat. The homemade brownie tucked into its own square in the lunchbox has two chocolate chips for eyes and a bending line of chocolate chips formed into a smile. She cuts your apple into half-slices because it’s easier to chew. She tapes a note to the underside of the lunchbox lid, telling you to have a good day or to make sure you eat all your lunch, always signed with her initial inside a heart.

Wanda doesn’t give you many rules, besides that you don’t leave the house without her, stay away from the kitchen drawer full of knives marked with a red X sticker on the handle to remind you which one is unallowed, eat all of your lunch and finish the entire water bottle, and, as needed, lay out whatever meat she plans to use for dinner so it will be defrosted by the time she comes home. She prefers it when she gets home from work to find you kneeling for her at the door, but she understands when you forget. You are a good girl and don’t get yourself into trouble often, so she doesn’t need to lay out so many rules. The main rule, the one she has told you so many times that she doesn’t even have to tell you anymore, is that you keep your collar on all day. She wants to see it on your neck when she leaves and see it on your neck when she comes home. It’s simple. You’ve never broken this rule.

Wanda is a lenient Mommy. Sometimes babies are prone to accidents, she says. You might forget to eat the last of the veggies in your lunchbox. There may be an inch of water still in your bottle. Maybe you left a mess of your coloring books and crayons on the floor. Maybe you slipped out of the outfit she dressed you in so you can slip on one of her shirts because it soothes you while you miss her. Maybe you spilled juice on the kitchen floor and didn’t clean it up.

The only punishment you know for these simple accidents is when she gently reprimands you and helps you to fix whatever it is you slighted. She feeds you the last of the veggies, holds the bottle to your lips to finish the last of the water, helps you put the coloring book and crayons back in their place, puts back on the clothes she picked out for you, leans down to the floor with you and wipes up the juice with the paper towels that have little hearts and flowers on them.

She never raises her voice, she never gets angry, and she never punishes you further than the upsetting disappointment on her face. She spoils you.

Her leniency could only go so far. That day when you woke and placed your fingers to her throat, you found yourself restless after she left for work. The crayons did not appease you, so you left them scattered on the floor of your room. You tried to watch TV but could not settle yourself comfortably enough on the couch. You forgot to eat the lunch she made you or drink any of your water. She had texted you to tell you to lay some chicken out for dinner, but your mind was wandering, and you forgot. She wouldn’t answer any of your texts after that, which you knew meant she was having a busy day at work, but it upset you more than usual.

Seeking comfort, you tiptoed into the bathroom and tore off the pink skirt and shirt she had dressed you in before you left. You stepped into the shower and bathed yourself in her shampoo and soap instead of yours, taking in all the scent of her you could smell. You even blotted her perfume on your chest the same way you watched her do in the mornings before work, though you didn’t know how fast the perfume came out of the bottle, and accidentally emptied it on your skin and left it lying messily on the sink without even putting the lid back on. You pulled on one of her hoodies and sweatpants, which flooded you, and nestled into the couch, watching one of your favorite cartoons while you waited miserably for her to get back home.

At some point in the late afternoon, you fell asleep, clutching your stuffie to your chest as you napped on the couch.

Wanda had a difficult day at work. All that could go wrong, went wrong, and she found herself rubbing her eyes to stay awake as she drove home an hour later than usual. She expected you to notice, to be kneeling in front of the door waiting for her, having missed her even more than usual since she was late. She felt disappointment sack her in the chest when she opened the door to nothing, and then she saw you curled up asleep on the couch in her clothes.

Though she was irritated, she thought you looked cute like that, so she didn’t stir you. She went straight to the bathroom, eager to change out of her suit, when she stepped on something that cracked between her shoe and the bathroom tile floor. It was the lid to her perfume bottle—her eyes found the matching bottle sitting on its side on the counter, practically empty except for the last bit which had leaked from the upended bottle into a pool of scent on the counter.

She noticed that the shower curtain was left open and so were her bottles of shampoo and soap. Irritation goaded her as she realized how messy you had left her bathroom, and she grew even more frustrated when, in her bedroom, she saw that you had gone through all her drawers to change into her clothes, fabrics lying rumpled on the floor.

It doesn’t matter, she told herself. Maybe you were frazzled because of her distance. She couldn’t blame you for that. When she walked past your room on the way to the kitchen, wanting to start dinner under the assumption that you were probably hungry since she would have had dinner made by then, she saw a mess on the floor of your room. Crayons and toys strewn all over, your bed unmade, some paints spilled onto the carpet. She balled her fists.

When she went into the kitchen, she noticed your lunchbox and bottle still sitting where she left it. Opening the box, anger flared in her when she realized that it was still full of the food she packed in it, and your bottle had not even been touched. She couldn’t take it anymore when she realized that you never laid out the chicken that she had asked you to.

Pursing her lips and taking slow breaths, she walked to the living room couch where you lay undisturbed, the hood of her hoodie you were wearing drawn over your head so that all she could see was your nose and your parted lips.

“Baby,” she said harshly, her hand not matching her voice’s anger as it gently touched your shoulder. “Wake up.”

Hearing Wanda’s distant voice, you groaned and moved, turning onto your back and slowly opening your eyes to see Wanda standing above you. Delight flared inside you, but the wide grin on your face did not mirror Wanda’s.

Her eyes were at your neck, which was bare. Before she could say anything, you shrieked, “Mommy! You’re home!” and jumped off the couch, launching yourself at her like a canon as you threw your arms around her.

Wanda stumbled with the force of your hug, but she didn’t hug you back. She placed her hands on your upper arms and peeled you from her, holding you steady as you looked up at her in confusion. Her eyes were at your neck again, and, out of habit, you slapped your hand to your throat, expecting your fingers to catch on the leather collar, but instead they just slipped over your skin.

Your eyes widened as you clawed at your neck, panic filling you. Where had the collar gone? You didn’t remember taking it off—the shower. You had taken it off to shower and didn’t put it back on. How could you be so forgetful?

It was a substantial disgrace, but as you searched Wanda’s stony eyes, your panic swelled. She must have had a bad day, you could tell. Your eyes sifted past her and to the kitchen where you saw your lunchbox and bottle untouched on the counter—how had you forgotten that, too? Her text message rung in your head—you never laid out the chicken.

Suddenly, as if Wanda’s absence had swept away your brain while she was gone, your brain came back to you with her reappearance. Everything you had forgotten to do during the day came rushing back at you in swirling, panic-filled thoughts as you mentally read the list she too was making behind her eyes. Maybe it would have been okay if you hadn’t forgotten to put the collar back on, but it was just the finishing touch on the unruliest day you ever had.

Excuses formed on your unmoving tongue, but they drained down your throat when Wanda spoke before you could.

“Go to your room. Take off your—my clothes—and put the collar back on. Kneel by the bed.”

There was no softness in her voice, no light, no care, no kindness. You’d never seen the vein in her neck that was bulging furiously for your attention, nor the stormy look in her darkened green eyes, nor the curve that formed between her creased eyebrows. It trembled you.

You didn’t ask any questions or say anything else as you sprinted to your room, listing her commands in your head so you wouldn’t forget. You peeled her hoodie and sweatpants from your body until you were diminished to nudity, found the collar and latched it around your neck, and even cleaned up the mess all over your room floor that went unnoticed by your eyes until now. You kneeled in front of the bed, head tipped down, and waited.

You thought she would come through the door soon after you knelt, but she didn’t. The room grew cold on your exposed body, and your knees started to ache from being bent for so long. Your fingers fiddled together as nervousness filled you—you wanted to reach for your stuffie on the bed, but you wanted to be kneeling obediently whenever she walked through the door. It must have been half an hour that passed, though it felt like years, before Wanda came through the door.

Gasping from the suddenness, your eyes lifted excitedly to see her. Maybe she was using the time to calm down. Maybe she would have forgiven you by now, but the hardness in her eyes told you otherwise. She was carrying a plate, and as she sat on the edge of the bed, you craned your neck to see that it was a sandwich and a cup of water she was carrying. The sandwich was not cut into a heart, and the cup had no heart stickers on it. It pained you, but you were reinflated by the thought that even as your bad behavior and proceeding punishment hung over your head, she still made sure you were going to eat.

“Come here,” she quietly ordered, and you turned and crawled in front of her lap, kneeling back down and feeling grateful that your room was carpeted.

“Mommy?” you began, but she looked at you with a sharp, silencing gaze. She set the cup down on the nightstand and picked up the sandwich, handing it to you. You raised your hand to take it, but she snatched it away suddenly, giving you a knowing look. She was going to handfeed you.

Gulping, you opened your mouth, and she moved the sandwich to it, and you took a bite. Under normal circumstances, she would have made you a full dinner, but you knew that she wanted to get this out of the way so she could deliver her ministrations.

Bite by bite, Wanda fed you the sandwich, feeling your teeth occasionally scrape her fingers. When the sandwich was gone, she lifted the cup to your lips and instructed you to drink the whole thing. You felt the instinct to reach up and hold the cup so it wouldn’t fall, but you trusted Wanda as she angled it so you could drink. Some of the water slipped out the side of your mouth, dribbling down to your bare chest, and when the cup was empty Wanda reached down and wiped the water away from your skin.

Then she sat, hands in her lap, with you kneeling in front of her and looking up at her expectantly. “Tell me what you did wrong today.”

Your eyes darted around, but you tried your best to keep them on her as you thought of the list of things you’d done wrong, which admittedly was long. “I—I didn’t eat my lunch. I spilled your perfume. I…left your clothes on the floor.” You hesitated, but she arched her brows, urging you to go on. “I changed out of the clothes you picked for me. I made a mess in my room.” Your voice was small and wavering, fingers tying together nervously. “I didn’t lay out the chicken.”

“And?”

“And my collar—I forgot to put it back on.”

She nodded slowly, signaling that that was enough. Her eyes were steady on you as she picked at the situation in her mind, trying to cautiously think of how to proceed.

“Come here,” she instructed, patting her lap. Carefully, you stood up and clambered to her lap, straddling her, glancing down in shame as her hands held your hips. “Look at me.” Your eyes met green. “You were very bad today, and Mommy already had a tough day at work. It hurts me to know that after a stressful day, I come home to my baby to find that she has been bad all day. How do you think that makes me feel?”

She wanted to make sure you understood what was happening before she did it, which scared you a little. “Bad,” you whispered.

“Yes. It makes Mommy feel bad.” She paused, her hand gently gliding up your waist. She didn’t like seeing you so upset, but she couldn’t keep spoiling you every day. “Is there anything you have to say for yourself?”

You hesitated, trying to think of the best thing you could say to make her feel better. All you could think of was a teary, “I’m sorry, Mommy.”

She didn’t say it was okay, nor did she even thank you for apologizing. She only laid you down on the bubblegum sheets and opened your legs, settling herself between them.

“How do you think Mommy should punish you?” she asked, her hands sliding down your thighs, nails scratching your skin lightly.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, shivering when she brought her hand directly to your slit and cupped it.

“You don’t know,” she echoed slowly, enunciating every syllable as if they had never been strung together before, as if it were a new phrase she’d never heard of. “I don’t think that will do.”

You struggled to think of words as her fingers rubbed your clit, etches of desire already sparking in you. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” you pleaded.

“You already said that,” she snapped, her other hand sliding up your tummy until it found your breast and squeezed it harshly. “Should I ground you? No more going out on weekends, no TV, no coloring?”

Your eyes widened in fear as she threatened to take these things away. You loved going out with her on weekends, walking around the park, getting ice cream, always coming home with arms full of shopping bags because she spoiled you so helplessly. “No!”

“Don’t raise your tone at me,” she snapped harshly, her fingers pinching your clit. You yelped, hips jolting, but settled back down again, eyeing her with pouty eyes. You watched as her eyes softened—this was as hard for her as it was for you. “You have to think of something, baby. You’ve been so bad today.”

She looked down to watch as she dragged her fingers down to your entrance, dipping two of them inside you—you were still wet from grinding on her thigh that morning. You squeaked as she entered you, curling her fingers at their depths before dragging them back out, along with more wetness from your inside.

“I don’t know what to say, Mommy,” you whined as she entered you again, this time thrusting. Your skin was starting to warm up, face getting red, as she fingered you slowly and at her own pace. Wanda’s eyes returned to yours as she pumped her fingers in and out of you, watching your face make expressions of restrained pleasure, her head tilted curiously. Her thumb caught your clit and rubbed it as she kept curling her fingers to find that ridged spot inside you. It irritated you how easily she could wind you up, how you were always wet for her, the way the soft skin of her fingers slipped easily in and out of your hole, the soft wet sounds that your ears caught with every other thrust.

Your hands grabbed at the pink sheets as pleasure twisted and contorted in your tummy, building into a pressure that Wanda stoked at with a third finger inside you. She watched you, wordlessly, expressionless, as she tortured you into a knotted circuit of pressure, back arching off the bed, thighs squeezing around her hand, hips bucking. When she felt your walls tighten around her fingers, and watched you start to dip your head upwards as the pressure began to crack, she removed her hand from you entirely.

The room, that had grown brighter as your orgasm started to reach you, the very beginning of its tendrils having just climbed up your stomach, dimmed down. That horrid feeling, of nearly reaching a climax and having it ripped from you, from being full of her fingers to so painfully empty, crashed upon you. You looked at her with a whine.

“I think maybe I spoil you too much,” Wanda said casually, as if she hadn’t just exerted the worst torture upon you, as if her fingers weren’t wet with your juices. She reached over you and to the nightstand, pulling open a drawer and taking out a pink vibrator.

“Mommy,” you whined, thighs rubbing together in search of friction.

“I give you everything you want,” she said as she pushed your thighs open again. “Toys, gifts, playtime, orgasms.” She clicked the vibrator on, the buzzing sound filling your ears. You wanted to jump away from her when she pressed the vibrating end right to your clit. “I think spoiling you has turned you into a selfish brat.”

Her words hurt more than the vibrator torturing your already throbbing clit. She pushed it against your clit, watching the way your knees shook and your back arched, trying to both get closer to it and farther away from it.

“Mommy, please,” you begged, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and resting your ankle on her hip as your legs moved restlessly around her.

“You didn’t even have your collar on when I got home,” Wanda said as she pushed the toy harder into your clit until all you could feel was vibrations rumbling up your tummy. “What kind of baby does something like that?”

“I’m sorry,” you said again, face starting to grow moist as the pressure she had just invited within you started to weakly rebuild, growing stronger with every second. “Please,” you said again, words melting away from your lips as the room grew brighter again. “Please, please—”

The vibrator silenced, and all you could hear were your own ragged breaths and the sound of the bed sheets crumpled under your fists. “No!” you whined as you realized Wanda had snatched yet another orgasm away from you with perfectly merciless timing.

“Brats get what they deserve, baby,” she said as she tucked the vibrator back into the nightstand before taking out something else—a pink strapless dildo, curved at the end for perfect pleasure. It was thin but long and bent to the shape of your insides, perfect for the torture she was bringing upon you.

Wanda was no longer finding it hard to punish you. She loved seeing you like this, whining, eyes tearing up, your pussy red and swollen from touch but no release. She eased the tip of the dildo inside you and grinned sharply at the way you screwed your eyes shut and tried to get away from her, but she grabbed you by the thigh and kept your legs open around her. She took pleasure in giving you all of it but nothing at the same time.

“Mommy,” you panted as you felt the dildo slip inside you, still feeling the ghost of the vibrator buzzing on your clit. It snaked inside you until you felt the curved end brush against that sweet spot so deep inside you, and she pumped it just like that.

Your wetness had dripped down to the sheets, staining them a darker shade of pink as you shook and squirmed on the bed, feeling feverish and burning up inside. Wanda traced a gentle palm over your lower tummy, pressing down just to make the feeling even worse inside you.

“If you cum,” she began, “You won’t get any weekend outings for a whole month.”

In the midst of your haze, you weren’t sure how many weekends that was, but it sounded like a whole lot as you whined, tears slipping down your cheeks. You could already feel the tender shivers of an orgasm inside you, and when she rubbed at your raw clit again, you felt helpless under the inciting surrender to release.

“Mommy, stop, I can’t,” you whined, trying to keep your hips still as she pumped the dildo inside you, feeling it deep in your tummy.

“You can’t stop yourself from cumming, but you can be a brat and disobey me all day without caring about I will feel about it?” Wanda said before tutting her tongue. “You really are a spoiled brat.”

Cries left your throat as your vision left you, feeling the air grow hot and the room bright. The orgasm was right there, reaching for you with its heavenly hands, and you tried your hardest to turn away from it. Your heels scraped Wanda’s hips as the bedsheets in your fists grew damp from your sweaty palms.

“Mommy, please,” you begged genuinely, barely opening your eyes just enough so you could look at her. “Please, I can’t.” You brought a hand to your face so you could clamp your teeth down on your wrist, trying to feel anything other than the tortuous pleasure Wanda gave you.

Wanda quickly took your wrist away from your mouth, holding your hand gently in hers. Even like this, she didn’t want you to get too upset and hurt yourself. Her thumb stroked over the wet indentions of your teeth on your wrist.

“Do you promise to be better from now on? No accidents and no forgetting to do the things Mommy tells you to do?”

You nodded furiously, and you meant it. “Yes, Mommy. I promise. I promise.” Your voice was strangled, like if you spoke too loudly you would lose concentration and cum all over the dildo inside you.

Wanda waited a moment, looking thoughtfully before she finally retracted the dildo. At first, you felt relief, but then you felt the shadow of the orgasm that had been hanging over your head the entire time still there, fading away into nothing. It was her last blow of punishment—no release at all.

You caught the whine in your throat, not wanting her to put the dildo back inside you and torture you even more. Now you just had to sit with the discomfort, your throbbing clit, knotted tummy, and wet, empty hole.

“Good girl,” she soothed as she put the dildo back in the drawer and closed your legs, crawling up to press kisses on your cheeks. “You did so good for Mommy, not cumming.”

“But Mommy—” You began, wanting to tell her that it still hurt, that you wanted her to award you for not cumming by letting you finally do it, but she pressed a kiss to your lips to silence you.

When she pulled away, she smirked and stroked your face. A slight change happened in her eyes. “Are you okay, baby?”

You nodded, but the words were tumbling from your lips. “But I wanna cum now.”

She laughed airily, gripping your chin between her fingers and looking at your blushing, distressed face. “Unfortunately, that’s part of the punishment, baby.” She kissed your nose and got up, picking up your clothes on the floor that you had discarded when you showered earlier. You were laying on the bed pathetically, clit throbbing so hard you could hear it in your ears, the ceiling spinning above you.

“Put these back on, puppy,” she said, handing them to you. “And don’t you dare take them off again until I tell you to.”

[ephemerasnape]

How would _________ react if, instead of fighting him, you (MC) lowered your wand, ran up to him and gave him a big hug?

"This guy looks huggable" 🤗🤗🤗

Victor Rookwood:

Fearing for the integrity of his attire, Victor pushes you away as he hisses "What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing, child?" through gritted teeth.

Ranrok:

Ranrok tries to run, having a deep-seated fear (with good reason) of physical contact with humans. His legs are so short that you get ahold of him easily, but you'll need to be prepared to wrangle the equivalent of three furious cats when you do.

H. Wm. Macnair (Poacher Stalker):

Macnair laughs maliciously, giving you a few condescending pats on the back.

"Mum always did say witches would find me irresistible," he gloats, his mask hiding a twisted grin.

Mortimus Ackerley (Poacher Executioner):

After recovering from his momentary shock, Mortimus takes the opportunity to slam you at full force into a wall, knocking you unconscious.

Oh, dear, we are in trouble.

Oswald Tarrington (Ashwinder Scout):

The young Ashwinder stiffens, possibly in more ways than one, as he is unaccustomed to physical affection, especially from a pretty witch.

"What are you doing!?" he stammers, his heart racing as he struggles to relax and appreciate the warmth of your soft body and the smell of your shampoo.

Theophilus Harlow:

Mouth agape, revealing yellowed and crooked teeth, his wide eyes immediately dart towards Rookwood.

"Uh, boss?"

Just a silly little collaborative exercise by the Rookwood Groupies in our discord, with contributions from @curodole

[vshouse]

Horseplay bc I have to do everything myself around here !! Also not into this personally but I've explored cause I did wonder.

[Minors and Ageless blogs will be blocked]

I saw @b0y0rgy on a post mention you didn't find a lot so this follow up to the deer post is for you!

Stuff:

Mane/Hair extentions

Harness and Bit for a human shaped mouth. (Be safe!)

Blinders for walks.

Custom saddle (Thats more for show than riding unless you are large enough to carry your partner.).

Brushes for long and short hair.

Hoove attachments that are built how people do the cat/dogs paws in leather circles.

Horse snacks or variations for your preference/diet/allergies.

Sugar cubes.

Riding crops.

If someone's really a masochist spurs but the spur maybe swapped for the more bdsm friendly spike wheels? Or maybe just normal spurs of course.

Horse dildo that harnesses on to swing between the horses legs

Genral:

Horse training is important no matter if it's for home or show of course.

Gotta make sure they don't kick behind

And of course watch out for those teeth. teach em to take snacks gentle and not get you attention by trying to take a finger.

They need to know how to Walk, Turn, and pose on command of course too.

Make sure they've seen other pets and people so they know just because it's not you, it's not a threat

Apples and carrots and sugar cube treats!!

Daily mane brushing no arguments

Horse types for different skills and jobs if you want to be specific or if there's more than one horse so you put em in different places

Wild horse taming:

Coaxing them in over a series of different scenes. Food sharing, play coaxing, shelter, turning into trust for eventual touching and training.

Very quick to dart away if you cross The Line so make aure to keep a wide berth until they come more to you

Bring them snacks and food them carefully, cooing in low tones without too much excitement.

Never try and climb on if they don't show you easy side.

Jack em off really gently if you get em close right. make sure they dont get overwhelmed until their at that edge that's too intense to run away from.

Showhorse:

Pony tricks for showing off: straight line walk/Low bar jump/Lift tail or rear To show off hole(s)/Raise leg for hoof examination/etc.

Important regular grooming routine with careful attention and good treats

Winner spoils!!

Showed off so well they get bought a new toy! (Ur choice of the horse is involved) And that new toy makes them cum all they want how they want!

Ran so well that they get to take a nice break from running/jumps to relax and cum. Whether full and fucked or now they can unrestricted access to a hole they want to fill, they've earned it.

Looser punishments.

A bratty horse that knew it made you look bad on stage. It tossed it's head and huffed at juges and tried to break harness. Maybe it nipped a judges fingers or neighed loudly at inappropriate times. You should remind them they're trained better than that.

You have such a good crop collection for horse training so surely a few training sessions with a bit more force should dp the trick.

Breeding horse:

Testing to see if their even ready to Breed

Jacking off what's between their legs to see if they're responsive or prodding at their wet breeding hole

Piss kink enjoyers can take it a step further since real horses determine by piss smell if their ready to mate.

Training them on Breeding commands (Stop/Mount/Present/Again/etc.)

Horse breed you? Breed the horse? Horse on horse breeding? Mates? Plenty of possibilities for someone to be knocked up with a Foal

Daily breeding sessions for a short while to encourage it to stick

Don't let wm forget their a breeding horse by checking on their breeding skills whenever you see fit.

[unfug-bilder]

ggf. bitte das Wort EINZELFALL verwenden.

[that-boleyn-boy]

Wings and Magic AU concept I’ve been writing

Just a little draft, early idea of some stuff for the fic I’m planning on writing

wm!Anne/wm!Catalina

Some cussing and one sex joke thats all the cws

“Demon, stand down.” Catalina drew her sword and pointed it at the demon. The golden glow of her holy sword shone brightly. “You are a scourge of darkness on this land and I will not allow you to torment any more with your evil.”

“I doubt anyone was tormented. They all seemed to really enjoy what I did to them. While they were still alive at least.” The demon replied. She was under the shadow of a large oak tree, trying to avoid the setting sun.

“Vile succubus I will purge you from this world,” The paladin growled. Her golden eyes flashed with magic.

“Then do it. Come on, strike me.” The succubus opened her arms as if to welcome Catalina into the shadow of the tree. The holy glow of the paladin’s sword illuminated the demon. Large, black, feathery wings sprouted from her back. Her ears were pointed, her eyes an emerald green that Catalina could have sworn glowed.

She was by all means, attractive. Long legs, toned thighs, a skirt and cropped leather tunic that showed off her perfect and toned tummy. Lean muscles in her arms. Catalina had to do a double take before calming herself down. This was a demon. A blight on the world. Not someone to love.

“I think we’ve met before. Your name is Catalina right? Catherine as he called you.” Catalina’s eyes widened.

“You- you were the bitch who stole my husband.” The demon shrugged. “I remember you, Anne.”

“Good. At least I’m memorable.” Anne winked. She dashed towards Catalina, but rather than attacking her, placed a kiss on the paladin’s cheek. “I’ll see you later but, well in your words I have ‘people to torment’.” She laughed. The demon darted off into… well gods know where. Catalina gently touched the spot on her cheek where Anne had kissed her.

“Wow…” Soon, realization dawned on Catalina. She had been duped.

“That bitch!” Catalina turned and ran to catch up with her demonic enemy.

[spacexcowgirl]

hi rose!! trick or treat!! 🎃

hi mil !! this took me forever to get to bc work but I am here now. I'm gonna do an upcoming snippet for wm&hf bc why not. warning it is slightly nsfw. also kinda long so I'm gonna put it under the cut.

“What are we doing?” Mary asks, pulling back and looking at Lily with wide eyes. Thing is, Lily has no clue. What are they doing? Sure, they’ve kissed more times than either of them can count, but not like this. Never like this. Never with the intention of going any further. But, here they are; Lily’s one hand slid up Mary’s shirt, fingers teasing a pebbled nipple, other hand pressing her hips down. Both of Mary’s hands are on Lily’s ass, squeezing and kneading, even after she pulled away. Her eyes are wide, earnest, waiting. “We’re dating, aren’t we?” Lily teases, the corners of her mouth tugging up in a small smile. Mary snorts, then immediately looks embarrassed by the sound. There are approximately 2 seconds of them just staring at one another with wide eyes before they both devolve into a fit of laughter.  Once Lily’s gotten ahold of herself, she sits up, still straddling Mary’s thighs. Mary moves her hands from Lily’s ass to her hips, though her grip is loose, like she expects Lily to dart away any second, and she doesn’t want to force her there. Lily reaches a hand down, twirling one of Mary’s curls around her pointer finger. She kisses her teeth, then forces herself to meet Mary’s eye again. “It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, as long as you want to do it, too.” “Too?” Mary’s voice is small when she responds, like she can’t believe that Lily also wants this. The tenderness, the doubt in her voice, makes Lily’s heartbreak. So, she leans back down, using both hands to gently cup Mary’s face. “Yeah, ‘course.” Lily confirms. Mary stares at her for a long moment, before surging upwards and connecting their lips again.

[shikharlogistics4]

Best Warehouse Company in Delhi

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[slowlystupendousgoatee]

Die PDC Darts-WM 2024 - London

Darts WM 2024 “Die Weltmeisterschaft der Professional Darts Corporation findet vom 15. Dezember 2023 bis 3. Januar 2024 im Alexandra Palace, London, statt. Die PDC Darts-WM wird zum 31. Mal ausgetragen” Mehr Infos: Darts WM Startzeiten und mehr Deutsche Teilnehmer Es nehmen insgesamt 5 deutsche Spieler teil, darunter auch Der 39-jährige Saarländer Gabriel Clemens, der bei der letzten WM das sogar…

[robboselbs-evansdoorne]

I really am staying awake for a Price/MvG final - because today that one’s fun :)

[faltintravel]

PDC Darts WM Tickets kaufen und die 2024/25 Paddy Power World Darts Championship im legendären Londoner Ally Pally live erleben!

[mihirvora]

The Role of Ecommerce Fulfillment Services in International Courier Shipping

The rapid expansion of ecommerce has revolutionized global trade, making it easier for businesses to reach customers across the world. Central to this evolution is the efficiency of ecommerce fulfillment services, which ensure that products ordered online are picked, packed, and shipped to customers swiftly and accurately. This article delves into the critical role that ecommerce fulfillment services play in international courier shipping, with a particular focus on the best courier service in India and International courier service in Mumbai, and the dynamics of shipping from India to USA.

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Ecommerce fulfillment services encompass a range of processes from inventory management to order processing and shipping. These services are crucial for maintaining customer satisfaction by ensuring timely and accurate deliveries. Efficient ecommerce fulfillment services can significantly enhance a business's operational efficiency and customer service quality.

Best Courier Service in India: Key Players

India boasts a competitive landscape of courier services, each vying to be recognized as the best courier service in India. These services are pivotal for businesses looking to ship products domestically and internationally. Companies like Blue Dart, DTDC, and Delhivery are often highlighted for their robust networks and reliable services. These couriers not only handle the logistics of shipping from India to USA but also manage local deliveries with equal proficiency.

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[korrektheiten]

Darts-Spitzenspielerin weigerte sich, gegen „Transfrau“ anzutreten

Unzensuriert:»Charakter zeigte die britische Darts-Spielerin Deta Hedman bei einem Frauen-Darts-Turnier in Dänemark. Die ehemalige WM-Finalistin setzte ein Zeichen und weigerte sich, das Viertelfinalspiel der „Denmark Open“ gegen einen biologischen Mann zu bestreiten. http://dlvr.it/T6Xm4b «