#i know the sex is wicked

[dawnofiight]

Rare pair of the day :

Sam X Milo

Guys ..grumpy X fiesty at first

You don't understand the cuteness

[starchaserdreams]

Wolfstar Microfic: Darling

Remus and Sirius were sitting in the back of the library studying, much to Sirius’ chagrin. He would have much preferred to be in the back of the stacks snogging, but that wasn’t exactly the way life worked. 

One of these days he would tell Remus how he felt. 

Sometimes Sirius thought he might already know. Sirius caught him staring every so often, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he knew what Sirius was hiding. Did he know how often Sirius thought about him? How he consumed his heart without even meaning to?

“I’m so tired of astronomy,” Sirius muttered under his breath. 

“What was that, darling?” Remus asked, distractedly. 

Both of their heads snapped up at once. 

Remus had never called him that before. Had never called him anything remotely like that. 

They stared at each other. 

“That didn’t- I mean I didn’t- Can we pretend-” Remus attempted, never finishing a single thought. He was blushing furiously.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Sirius could feel himself breaking into a grin. He couldn’t help it. 

Did that mean…? Could it mean…? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Sirius leaned back in his chair. “If you want me to be your darling, I’m all yours,” he drawled, smiling in that way he knew made witches melt. Maybe it would work on wizards too. He’d never tried. But he was very interested in this wizard in particular, so it was worth a shot. And if it didn’t work, he could just say it was a joke. 

Remus’ mouth opened and closed a few times. 

“What are you saying?” he finally asked, bluntly. 

Sirius grinned wickedly. “If you want to go back in the stacks and have your wicked way with me, you’re welcome to, darling.” He raised his eyebrows as an invitation.

Remus slowly smiled, and it was a real, heartwarming sort of thing, no posturing about it. 

“Yeah, okay, if you’re serious,” he said.

“I am always Sirius,” Sirius quipped. Before Remus could roll his eyes, he finished quickly. “But in this case, I’m extra serious, grab your bags and come with me right now.”

He winked at Remus, who had never in his life gotten his books together and stood up faster.

Well this was going to be fun, Sirius thought.

@wolfstarmicrofic

On AO3 here

[necromycologist]

everyone’s always calling harrow regrowing ianthe’s arm “shockingly erotic” and “practically sex” and “the horniest scene in tlt” but nobody ever talks about cytherea cradling gideon during the siphoning trial. i mean who said that

[margridarnauds]

People are not required to like the Wicked movie (I haven’t seen it yet + haven’t listened to the album on Spotify so I don’t spoil it) BUT…if your reason for not liking it/refusing to watch it VERY LOUDLY is Cynthia Erivo, as a WOC who’s been subjected to scrutiny since the moment her casting was announced, expressing her discomfort with a fan edit…and you think that Colm Wilkinson is a sweet old grandpa who was a highlight of the Les Miserables movie…or you thought that LMM absolutely had a point about bootlegs/or were like. Blocking people over WATCHING Hamilton bootlegs back in the day. Or if you like Finding Neverland or Tanz Der Vampire…or the new West Side Story…you really don’t have much of a leg to stand on.

Likewise for if you’re REALLY CONCERNED about Ariana Granda and Ethan Slater’s���thing and you’re still like. Watching Legally Blonde the Musical. Or looking forward to a Hugh Jackman film. You ALSO don’t have a leg to stand on.

[sunnydayzes]

This is the saddest series of screenshots in the world

[lover-praxis]

people discovering that wicked was based on a book is a little wild to me bc i read wicked at age nine and i didn’t know what sex was so it honestly kinda traumatized me

[eljeebee]

"You really are a passionate woman, Rose," Perlas noted, they now sat on her dining table. "You care for the children's wellbeing. I would only hope Bernie will come to his senses. I do not know how these...royalty of the landfolk work, but the children loves their father, may he rest in peace, and if they find out Bernie and the lady duchess is in love, it can be devastating for Julie and Mousse."

"I know," Penrose took a big sigh. "I guess I'll just let it be, see what happens when we go home."

"You're still troubled."

Penrose bit her lip, "I don't know. I—I feel tense. I feel hot. It doesn't help a hot mermaid is beside me, you know."

"Well," Perlas stood up, pulling her along. "You can show this hot mermaid how a rose like you be passionate with the things she like..."

Penrose felt her whole face turn red.

"Uh! But if you want of course," Perlas cleared her throat. "I don't want to force you."

"Please, doing the deed with a mermaid? Hell, yes," Penrose bit her lip, breathing hard.

Perlas smiled, pulling her to the bedroom.

Penrose doesn't know what happened next, or how this lead to her left in her underwear (with her bra thrown to the side), but all she could focus on is the giddiness, and the heat on her abdomen, and how Perlas's dark warm skin caresses her pale one.

How her soft lips touches the freckles in her body. How she smelt of the sea. It all feels too much. But the troubles in her mind washes away. It's calming.

Perlas kissed her lips, "What's wrong, my Rose? You're deep in thought."

Penrose ran a finger on the scar across Perlas's stomach. She felt her suck in a breath. "Sorry."

Perlas chuckled, kissing Penrose's cheek. "Curious?"

"If you don't mind," Penrose chased the other's lip.

"I was caught in a skirmish before. A band of vampires found me, they wanted to take me in, get my...blood. They wanted to test out the theory that drinking merfolk blood could enhance their use of their dark magic."

"That's horrible," Penrose murmured. She ran her hand over the scar once again, as if soothing it.

"I fought against them," Perlas continued, her fingers dancing on Penrose's shoulders. "I got wounded. The blood seeped out. They were hungry. But one certain overlord of the vampires appeared. He casted them away. He hid me here in Sulani, and promised to keep me safe. He still does, and I owe it to him. I told him, whatever he wants, I can get it done. He only shook his head and left."

"So you're in hiding here."

"For many years, yes."

"How old are you?" Penrose asked, brow quirking.

Perlas rolled her eyes. "So many questions, Rose." With a sigh, she took Penrose's breath away by kissing her passionately. When she broke the kiss, Penrose was left panting. "Shall we continue?" the mermaid teased.

"Yes," Penrose moaned as she felt a hand gently rubbed the hardened pebble of her left breast.

As the night went on, the hut was filled with sweet moans. A soft cry, and another encouraging moan, soothing coos, would follow.

Penrose would come undone with Perlas's hands.

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[disengaged]

just gave award-winning head in the backseat of a 2012 nissan sentra . please clap

[dullahandyke]

didnt even touch on the sandra lynn stuff int he tags of the last post bcos if i talk about her im liable to explode. get behind me, middle-aged divorced woman proficient in archery

[alullinchaos]

sometimes I forget that I'm an adult and I can post about whatever I want and then I talk about sex and I'm like oh golly gosh... the purity coppers are gonna get me... but i really don't give a fuck and I never have

[thistle-and-thorn]

Thanks for the tag @charmtion, @chispas-and-broken-bindings, and @palominojacoby!!

Nine Books that I Loved in 2023

The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

The Winter Prince by Elizabeth Wein

Say Nothing by Patrick Radden Keefe

Wicked by Gregory Maguire

We Were Once a Family by Roxanna Asgarian

Empire of Pain by Patrick Radden Keefe

The Magician's Nephew by C.S. Lewis

Tagging: @the-ice-sculpture, @connected-dots, @winterrose527 @coffeeandorange @st-clements-steps

[ytcomments-archive]

[lesbiancocksucker]

I searched up adult rimworld mods because I wanted to do fucked up violence in my colony simulator game and I completely forgot that sex exists anyways I've found the wicked whims of the rimworld community and boy is it interesting

[largemandrill]

The things this book did to my psyche three years ago were abhorrent. But it did also prime my brain to love it when gay people try and kill each other so maybe it was an overall positive idk

[evadingreallife]

Oh, to be hurting all over and to have gotten just three hours of sleep- wait, thats me. Thanks, period.

[kiraman]

I AM ON MY KNEES SCREAMING ALL OVER THIS VID goodness me!! it takes a lot of NERVE to stare into someone BURSTING like a mf firework with rage and beg “COOL IT COOL IT COOL IT”

he is so SLEEK. so focused, ruthless, relentless, an agent of his own will, he can already see the finish line and nothing’s waiting for him there but death but he’s already dead anyway, he’s got nothing to lose. LIKE.

i can’t explaing how much I LOVE writing modern mizu as yakuza-born vengeful, furious, tormented orphan unleashed like a raging inferno upon the world, hungered for revenge!!!!! this is my fav AU and i am OBSESSED

he is the boogeyman? mizu is the onryo. he kills for what’s been violently taken from him? so does SHE and she’s unstoppable, uncompromising, ferocious, unhinged I AM RAMBLING but some parts of my story just have me so floored because I frantically, fiendishly adore this modern version of Mizu SO BAD

“One of the russians asks him incredulously if he’s got a woman stashed away somewhere. ’‘probably in a freezer” Vladmir, the driver, comments later. Mizu does not answer. She does not smile. Apathetically she slowly dons her leather jacket, readjusts her shades on her nose. In the morning, a man washes up on the banks of the river. Vladmir does not show up at work.

LIKE SHE. SHE!!!

and when she cries out in desperation, says “Mizu please. Fuck, please—” Mizu stills the hand between her legs to complete motionlessness, growls. “No— ride my hand.” And she does, god, she does, she’s a wild thing on her lap, feral with desire; she clutches at her shoulders and rolls her hips violently back and forth, lets her fingers sink inside her again and again, snapping her hips forward, hungered for more. Mizu keeps her hand achingly still, tightly pressed against her pussy, but she, too, is completely gone, hanging on by a thread; she watches her ride her hand, feels her walls spasm around her fingers, feels them quiver, god she’s burning from the inside out, taking her in again and again, she’s barely lifting her hips off of her now, keeps her fingers buried so deep inside her, Mizu thinks nothing will ever be able to fill her like her fingers have,

LIKE BITCH. why are you so FERAL.

She looks like an electrical storm waiting to happen. There is thunder in the way she cracks her bones, slow, precise, everything about her is so, dark and hungered, even the way she looks at you has teeth. She wonders who Smoke really is at 4 a.m. when the rest of the world is sleeping. She’s never seen her fall asleep, just once, back in that room, overtaken by fever…

listen writing this chapter is absolutely DEMOLISHING me. I am trying so so hard to find the right words and ways to make you all understand how INSANE she is, trying so hard to somehow cross all the wires. all of them. every wire in her very human damaged beyond repair (huh) brain��rage and fury, love, desire, sex, hatred, hunger, repulsion, shame, pragmatism and choice; affection and how she LOATHES it because she is so unworthy she doesn't know what to do with it , her anger that eats her up right down to her bones, pride, betrayal, her selfishness. her lies. all of them, every single one—make it snarl up like a bunch of her lover’s necklaces left on top of her dresser before she leaves her.

She rips right through the night like a bullet, fills her hands with blood. when she comes back she sits soaked in blood that is not her own on the floor and slowly, perfectly, unerringly unpicks those necklaces left on her dresser, so that Geraldine can wear them again. She does not react when she thanks her but eats her out like she is starving for it and when she tries to return the favour Mizu shrugs her off and takes the COLDEST iciest shower possible. when she leaves, she does not look back. BYE this girl is insane I love her. Mizu in her dapper suit, shades on, neon light glinting off its pristine skeleton, that sleek curling strand of her hair falling into her eye, sprawled out, legs open, the two top buttons of her shirt undone and a perpetual cold snarl on her mouth which is very sweet and sometimes slick with lipstick.... PEACE OUT