#Heartland

[0distortion]

[oneterabyteofkilobyteage]

original url http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Garden/6727/ last modified 2009-02-08 23:17:39

[nowheresville-dakota]

[3cremepie3]

Airhead pt. 1

Synopsis - Riddle Rosehearts x fem reader. Y/n is an idiot and needs help with studying from Riddle! She wants to pay back his kindness in the only way she know how.

Warnings - innocent riddle, lose of innocence, graphic mentions of head lol, premarital sex, cursing, spit, roughness, slutty y/n, bimbo y/n

A/n - I was supposed to start this series so long ago but I got caught up in request. I found this so fun to write and I will be continuing it!

“Hey riddle,” you exclaimed. You pulled him in for a big hug he deserved it for being so generous. He was helping you study for free! “There’s no need for that.” His words were harsh but his smile said otherwise. Whatever you let him go and plopped down on his bed.

“Wow, it’s so soft I can lay here forever.” You will not now up at once,” he demanded. “In order to get optimal study results students sit at desks. I have a perfectly organized one here.” You sighed getting up to sit at his desk. The chair was cool against your ass cheeks that hung out your dress.

It was uncomfortable and for some reason forced you to sit up. “Now let us begin I have tea time to attend to and I’ll leave you for independent study time then.” Okay,” you accepted. The session didn’t even start yet and you were bored. "Yawning already? Did you not get a good night's rest?"

"No, I stayed up all night waiting on a flash sale." Well, that was idiotic,' He claimed. "When your dorm has no AC you make do with what you can get, look isn't it cute."

"My god," Riddle gasped. "Isn't that lingerie women wear that for their husbands and as far as I know you aren't married." You erupted into a fit of giggles. God, he was over dramatic! “Riddle you're too innocent for your own good," you laughed. "I'm just wearing it to bed what's the harm in that?"

"You're right." He cleared his throat and stepped away to grab a hefty text book. "Hand me your phone there must be no distractions." You were hesitant but handed it over. Riddle grabbed a chair and scooted over towards you. Your body moved closer to his wanting to marinate in his scent. "Wow, you smell so nice Riddle like roses."

"Well thank you I make sure to use rosemary oil and- what are you doing get back to reading at once!" He pointed to the paragraph your eyes finished scanning. "I already finished," you pouted. "Fine then let's get started on this written response."

"The teacher wants you to write this in a formal format so no personal perspective." He continued to yap on and on about something that you couldn't bother to hear as you were distracted by the flamingos running across the yard. "Get him." You cheered leaning out the window to watch the mayhem between students and flamingos concur.

In an instant, you flashed him the short dress that you wore hiked up your back. “You mustn’t lean over like everything is showing,” Riddle yelled. He covered his eyes wanting to keep your privacy. “Ace he went that way,” you pointed. You felt the air on your ass and quickly realized what Riddle had been yelling about.

“Oops my ass was out,” you giggled. “It’s not funny Y/n!” Come on Riddle you act like you’ve never seen anyone’s panties before.” He stared at you blankly. “Wait you genuinely haven’t?” His face became rosy red at your question. “Well, not in real life of course.”

“Christ how is anyone this pure,” you wondered. “My mother kept me very sheltered from a lot of things.” So you’ve never watched porn?” He held his head low not meeting your bright eyes. “ How is that your first thought no I have not.” We’ll have you ever had a girlfriend or a side hoe or a hookup?”

“No I don’t have time for any of that,” he admitted. “I guess remaining top student comes with its downfalls.” You frowned for Riddle. You couldn’t imagine not getting laid. Just then you thought of something. “Well, Riddle since you gave me your time helping me study I’ll give you mine in bed?” You watched him awaiting his answer. “But mother says only married couples do that.”

You slapped your forehead out of frustration. “Mother means married couples stick it in. No one said we have to do all of that.” I suppose there’s no harm since it’ll be a fair exchange and as long as it’s done before tea time.”

“Yup just the perfect pace,” you gleamed. Now why don’t we get on the bed,” you suggested. “Alright.” Oh wow Riddle I’m surprised you’re agreeing to this.” Well, you only live once they say.” He propped himself up on his elbows wanting to face you.

“This process is for relaxation you can lay fully down.” He laid back sinking into his many pillows. “Good boy now take off your clothes.” You heard his breath hitch at the thought but his hands were eager to make them come undone. He stopped at his underwear, however. “Need help or something.” Your hand graced over his bulge and then to the band of his boxers.

“I think that would be best,” he admitted. You couldn’t help but notice his hands shaking. “Aww Riddle don’t be nervous. You sat up to give him some kisses on his burning torso. “It’s just a little dick-sucking,” you reminded. “I know but I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Well, then I’ll take things slower if you need it.” You began to kiss him softly he was a beginner after all. The first few were awkward teeth colliding but cute as you shared drool. The next ones were better since you took control catching his tongue in yours. You broke apart letting him catch his breath.

His hands tangled themselves in your hair pulling you back in. You balanced yourself on the bed before pulling your hips over his. Now you straddled his lap and could feel his heat against you. Riddle pulled up your dress which caused a gasp to come from your lips.

“Are you eager now?” Yes.” You looked up to see a riddles face flushed in a shade of scarlet. “Fine then I’m gonna go back down here. You crawled back to his legs making sure to land in an arch. Riddle thought he would lose his mind seeing the peak of your ass on full display. You pulled down his boxers to clearly see his mental state.

“Aww look at you dripping,” you coddled. "You can touch it i see you staring." Oh okay," he hesitated. You felt a hand collide with your ass cheek. He rubbed the flesh gently afterwards although it was an apology. You were gonna let out a protest but his focused face was too cute to pass up. You let a glob of spit coat his tip. You scanned his reaction as it slid down to his base.

His breath hitched at the warmness. Soon your mouth would follow the direction of the spit swallowing him down until you gagged. You exited with a pop making his toes curl. "So how's your first time getting head feel?" Good now continue," he demanded. His hand pushed you down onto his waiting dick.

You felt it twitch in your mouth as your tongue followed every curve every vein its entire being. "Oh my god," Riddle huffed. "Your cocks so cute look at it shake for me." You let it rest and spasm on your cheek. Your face had become wet with spit and his pre but you didn't mind. "Taste so good baby," you mumbled. Riddle could only bite his thumb down in response to holding his moans.

Your hand left his thigh to assist you in pumping him. Your grip was strong bringing his balls to tingle. Your lips noticed as you licked against the masses. And it intensified as you juggled them both in your mouth. He looked down on you astonished at your sinful actions.

Your dress was soaked but you were only just getting started. "Change of plans I want you to throat fuck me." Riddle looked at you like a lost puppy. "What does that mean." After quickly giving him a rundown he got into position. "So like this." He asked while pushing himself into your pulsing throat. Your hand linked themselves on his hips bringing him to push himself even deeper.

Riddle let out a grunt at the sensation of you squeezing around him. "Fuck it's like you're sucking me in." You chuckled you'd never think you'd get to hear Riddle RoseHearts curse. His hips buckled back and forth drilling themselves into you. But you still felt as though he was going to be soft on you.

"Riddle here's your chance to ruin me, to take all anger and stress out on me, to manhandle me. You're a man right then prove it to me." You spoke while scattering cock kisses. Riddle scoffed he was tired of everyone second-guessing him because he was small. "While since you give me permission I shall do my best job at it."

His smile twisted into a cruel smirk. You could tell in his head he had felt as though he was back in charge of the monarchy. While really you were still the dominant you just loved getting throat fucked. His hands raced to grab your neck forcing you to collide with the end of his shaft. You felt his hair tickle your nose while you gagged heavenly.

Riddle couldn't get enough of the vibrations against his core and forced you to stay until he watched your eyes roll back. You coughed greatly after being freed but stars were in your excited eyes as the same fate occurred. You watched Riddle lose himself in the contractions of your throat.

He moaned loudly as he pumped you like a fleshlight. They became whimper and he let out mewls that sounded as though he was crying. It was music to your ears especially when his voice that was sure to go raw yelled "Y/n" a dozen times. If he kept this up your throat would organize his shape forever.

And you wouldn't mind as long as you heard his whimper audio. "So good I think I'm gonna." He tried to give you a warning but it was too late. His cum poured down your throat leaving you to swallow the best you could in the short amount of time you had. The excess liquid spilled down your face and his now empty balls. He finally let go of his grip which allowed you to move away from the monster that was his cock.

You had 100% slayed that beast as he softened in front of your eyes. You pulled the bottom of your dress down ignoring the wet patch your essence had left on his bed. "Now we both held our fair end of the exchange." You spoke your voice raspy while removing your dress and stealing one of Riddle's shirts.

"Yes if you ever need help again be sure to let me know," he exclaimed. "Mhmm I'd love to push things even further. What your mother knows doesn't hurt her Riddle. It's not sin if its secret!”

[mother-lee]

please repent

[volumes-and-vines]

A somber post holiday drive through the Heartland

[astra-ravana]

That Midwest Magick

Witchcraft in the American Midwest is a complex blend of indigenous traditions, European folk magick, spiritualism, and the influence of modern witchcraft movements. Unlike New England, which is infamous for its witch trials, the Midwest has a more subtle but rich history of magickal practices, folk beliefs, and occult traditions that have shaped the region’s spiritual landscape.

Indigenous Traditions and Early Beliefs

Before European settlers arrived, the Midwest was home to numerous Native American tribes, including the Lakota, Ojibwe, Potawatomi, and Ho-Chunk. Many indigenous spiritual traditions involved rituals, spirit communication, and herbal healing, practices that were later viewed as "witchcraft" by European settlers.

Common Indigenous Spiritual Practices:

Shamanic Healing - Medicine people or shamans used herbs, songs, and rituals to heal illnesses and communicate with spirits.

Dreamwork & Vision Quests - Dreams and visions were seen as powerful messages from the spirit world.

Shape-shifting Legends - Many tribes had stories of beings that could transform between human and animal forms, such as the Wendigo or the Skinwalker.

When settlers arrived, they often misunderstood these practices, sometimes labeling indigenous spiritual leaders as witches or sorcerers. The suppression of indigenous spirituality through boarding schools and forced Christianization led to many traditional practices being hidden or adapted.

European Settlers and Folk Magick

The Midwest was settled by diverse groups, including Germans, Scandinavians, Irish, and Eastern Europeans, each bringing their own folk magick traditions.

German Powwow & Braucherei - German immigrants brought Powwow (also called Braucherei), a Christian folk magick system that blended prayer, herbalism, and magical charms for healing and protection. Powwow practitioners were sometimes accused of practicing witchcraft, but the tradition survived in rural Midwestern communities.

Scandinavian Trolldom - Scandinavian settlers brought Trolldom, a form of folk magick that included protective charms, rune work, and spells to ward off evil. Many Midwestern Norwegians and Swedes retained aspects of their magical traditions in the form of folk remedies and rituals for protection.

Irish & Scottish Witch Lore

Settlers of Irish and Scottish descent brought Faerie Beliefs and Second Sight traditions, which influenced local folklore. Stories of banshees, faerie rings, and "the Evil Eye" persisted in rural communities.

Witchcraft Accusations in the Midwest

While the Midwest did not experience the large-scale witch hunts of New England, accusations of witchcraft did occur in rural communities, especially in the 19th and early 20th centuries.

Cases of Witchcraft Accusations:

The "Hex Murder" of York County, Pennsylvania (1928) - Although not in the Midwest, this case involved a Powwow healer who was murdered because his client believed he had been cursed. It highlighted the persistence of belief in hexes and folk magick in rural America.

Witch Scares in Rural Communities - Throughout the Midwest, stories circulated of "witches" who could curse livestock, cause illness, or use the Evil Eye. These fears often led to quiet shunning rather than full-blown trials.

The Rise of Spiritualism and Occult Movements

The Midwest played a significant role in the Spiritualist movement of the 19th and early 20th centuries. Spiritualism—centered on communicating with the dead—was often seen as a blend of science, religion, and occult practice.

Key Spiritualist Centers in the Midwest:

Camp Chesterfield (Indiana) - A spiritualist community founded in the late 19th century, which remains active today.

Lily Dale Assembly (New York, but influential in the Midwest) - A center for mediums that inspired similar gatherings in Ohio, Michigan, and Illinois.

Harry Houdini (Wisconsin-born Magician & Skeptic) - Houdini, originally from Appleton, Wisconsin, became famous for exposing fraudulent spiritualists, highlighting the region’s deep engagement with occult practices.

Many Midwestern towns had local mediums, table-tipping séances, and Ouija board enthusiasts, blending occultism with folk spirituality.

20th-Century Witchcraft and the Occult Revival

By the mid-20th century, British Wicca and other forms of modern witchcraft spread to the Midwest. Key developments include:

Raymond Buckland's Influence - Though Buckland introduced Wicca in New York, his teachings spread widely through the Midwest in the 1960s and 1970s.

Festivals and Pagan Gatherings - Events like Pagan Spirit Gathering (PSG), held in the Midwest since the 1980s, became major hubs for modern witches and pagans.

Hoodoo and Folk Magick in Midwestern Cities

Cities like Chicago, Detroit, and St. Louis became centers for Hoodoo, a form of African American folk magick that includes rootwork, candle magick, and mojo bags. The Great Migration brought these traditions from the South, influencing local magickal practices.

Occult Bookstores & Influences

The Occult Bookstore (Chicago, IL) - One of the oldest metaphysical bookstores in the U.S., operating since 1918.

The Buckland Museum of Witchcraft & Magick (Cleveland, OH) - Founded to preserve the history of witchcraft and the occult.

Modern Practices and Traditions

The Midwest remains a thriving area for witchcraft, paganism, and occult traditions. Some key features include:

Eclectic Witchcraft - Many practitioners blend Wicca, folk magic, and indigenous spirituality.

Revival of Traditional Witchcraft - Some Midwestern witches focus on Appalachian and Ozark folk magic, connecting with their ancestral roots.

Urban Witchcraft - Cities like Chicago and Minneapolis have vibrant witchcraft communities, including LGBTQ+ and activist-oriented witches.

Midwestern Witchcraft Gatherings & Groups

Pagan Spirit Gathering (PSG) - A major annual pagan and witchcraft festival.

Michigan Pagan Fest - A gathering for witches, pagans, and occultists.

Local Covens & Meetup Groups - Many small covens and informal groups operate throughout the Midwest.

The history of witchcraft in the American Midwest is one of quiet resilience and adaptation. From indigenous spirituality to European folk magic, from 19th-century spiritualism to the modern occult revival, the Midwest has fostered a unique blend of mystical traditions. Today, it continues to be a thriving center for magical practitioners, blending old traditions with new interpretations.

[laurens-german]

You completely ignore my schedule. You don't care about my training program, about my jump configurations. lt looks like a pretzel. You are so annoying. You never listen to me.

HEARTLAND — 1.13 'Coming Together'

[pamietniko]

walking along the Mississippi River

Minneapolis, Minnesota

[antinomyo]

They're meeting

[simplymanuela]

Thank you for a beautiful afternoon.

Heartland 7.02 | Living the Moment

[caba-111]

I absolutely adore your lizards. What’s life like for kids/babies? Are genetic parents in the picture or (due to the nests) is everyone raised communally/does it vary based on culture?

Thank you, glad you adore my guys :)

As you might expect, childhood varies a lot between Sana cultures.

In the Temple States, hatcheries are enormous and state-run. When they're old enough (and healthy enough) to think and act on their own, children are evaluated and assigned guardians. Guardianship is a sort of part-time job carried out by trained volunteers. Biological parents can become their offspring's guardians if they get the proper certifications, but this isn't often the case.

The actual responsibilities of parenting are split between these guardians and the series of state-run creches and boarding schools that make up a Temple Stater's childhood. While a Temple States lizard is usually separated from their social group multiple times as they move up through the education system, efforts are made to keep childhood friends with the same aptitudes together.

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Hatcheries in Duhr are privately owned, and their services don't come cheap. Many of them operate on a subscription model, where a reproductive pair will send over any fertile eggs they produce until one of them results in a healthy child.

Once they're discharged from the hatchery, children are raised by their parents and extended Family. While this is a more individualistic experience than childcare in the Temple States or the Heartland, Duhr households are large and multi-generational, and some of the responsibilities of parenting are shared with the neighbors. Kids usually grow up in a gaggle of tightly-bonded siblings and friends from the same apartment building. From there, it's either school or, more commonly, commitment to an apprenticeship.

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As for the Heartland, a hatchery lies at the center of every Family compound. Children are raised communally from birth. There's no concept of parenthood--who laid you is only relevant to your medical records. The responsibilities of child-care are provided by a team of nurses, teachers, and "integrators," who engrave the Family's ethos into the minds of its developing offspring. Though there's no equivalent to "parent," most Familia hold a lifelong affection for the people who raised them, and bond with their peers as tightly as siblings.

[oneterabyteofkilobyteage]

original url http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Bluffs/8105/ last modified 2009-02-20 21:32:58

[3cremepie3]

The creamery pt 1.

Synopsis - Where or would the Twst boys would cream in/on you? Feat. Scarabia

Warnings - cremepies, unprotected sex, facials, possessiveness, breeding kinks, mentions of pregnancy, dollifaction, degradation

A/n - a quick series while I figure out he future of this blog.

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Jamil would cream on you for sure. He loved painting your face after a praise session. The many “good boys,” and “you’re doing so good baby,” went straight to his already throbbing cock. You had a way with words which sent the man of few words crazy.

He buckled into your tight grip not able to contain himself. “Fuck feels so god damn,” he spewed. His curses fell on to deaf ears. Which is what he loved about you. You would take anything he gave you while still being the loving obedient doll you were.

“Do you feel good,” you teased. Of course, you already knew the answer but you needed to hear it from him. “Don’t ask me stupid questions bitch just keep pumping me,” he demanded. “Yes sir,” you chirped. You licked your lips at his angry expression not having a care in the world.

Your free hand went to feel up on his abs made by his years of dancing. How’d you score a guy like him you’d wonder. While he thought the same as he groaned loudly enough to fill the hallway nearby. “How’d I get a slut so willing to let me paint her face?” Must’ve been a miracle,” you answered tongue open awaiting his seed.

You snuck even further down on your knees so he could shoot at you more easily. Your grip faltered on his hard cock letting it bob itself up and down into an orgasm. “That’s right better not swallow it either.” I’m not,” you spoke with your tongue out.

He watched fascinated as your features were painted in his seed. His breathing calmed but his cock never did still hard and leaking at his claiming of you.

Kalim would cream inside of you. The king of irresponsibility why would he ever remember to bring a condom? And even if he did why would he use one? He's an Al Asim a family of a practically breeding farm. He could always add to that with you.

He had enough money to keep a family afloat and you were truly in love. But fuck all those fake reasons the true reason was that he loved creamepie’ing you. The feeling of your pussy gripping down on him as his cum drowned your wound was one he would never recover from.

Especially when you would call out to him so sweetly. “Kalim!” You would exclaim back arching into his sweaty body. He would grab your waist pushing you even further into him. Your lips would crash into his needing something to grab onto since he was pushing your body up. You would take his breath away until he collapsed on top of you.

“Sorry love you just felt too good,” he would smile into the crook of your neck. It was already late since he came in you so you guys would go on and on fucking late into the night until Jamil banged on his door telling you to sleep.

[coolthingsguyslike]

[catfindr]