#most wanted wednesdays

[swynlake-rp]

Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange? With any of these characters, you’ll get all of that and more in time for Halloween!

Jack Skellington (Jack Skellington, Nightmare Before Christmas) - Cigarette smoke and shadows in the corner of the room, this is your daily life. There’s nothing you hate more than your ability to see and hear ghosts and you’d do anything for this burden to be lifted. Anything.

Hector Rivera (Hector Rivera, Coco) - You’ve got a bone to pick…or two. Question is, with who? Will you ever find out who murdered you and make amends with your family?

Demitri “Demi” Whitfield (Demi, Vampirina) - Talk about a big oops. After causing and accident that led to your death, you are revenant, kept corporeal by one thing and one thing only – absorbing satisfaction! That’s right, you must be a people pleaser or else you literally will blink in and out of existence. Fun!

Joe Gardner (Joe Gardner, Soul) - Live well? Live well and what, prosper!? Okay, Spock. Look, not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but couldn’t the Fates have been a little more precise with what you were meant to do with your second chance at life? Well, okay then. Looks like you’re going to roll up your sleeves and figure this out yourself!

James P. Sullivan (Sully, Monster’s Inc.) - Not every big scary guy wants to be scary, you know. Maybe he’s actually a nice person. Have you ever considered that the monster under your bed has feelings, too?elp?

Miguel Rivera (Miguel Rivera, Coco) - Not to complain – okay, no, you’re gonna say it, you’re complaining. Isn’t “if a member of the Rivera family enters a singing contest, they hear ghosts now” a super specific curse!? Who does that! And how do you break it so you can play music in peace?

[hinamie]

...........slips gege ¥2000

[queerofthedagger]

fingon, who was left behind and abandonend by just about anyone in his family at some point, who died alone because maedhros did not return to him in time either. how many times can you be second choice no matter how little it is about you and not have that fester into bitter, bitter anger. how much worse does it get, at some point, that it isn't even about you but you simply matter less than whatever else was more important just then. how long can you cling to the rationale before you always see everyone with one foot already out of the door. how long can you keep loving and loving and loving despite,until there is nothing left to give. and then keep giving anyway because, after all, you know what it's like to be abandonend

[kbsd]

i got you, babe you got me, babe

for jen @crowthis — happy birthday! <3

[tiii13]

Fav trio (plus Thing) in shonen style~

[shannonsketches]

[escapismblue]

literally blame @neometalsilver for this but here’s how fucking unwell I am about Sonic being Tails’ parental unit.

context: this is using my own timeline of the games/headcanons so yeah. if shit doesn’t register as canon refer to that.

ANYWAY-

Sonic just found a kid when he was 11 while living in the woods and took him in because what was he supposed to do? he’s not a social person, he doesn’t know how to keep friends, but that’s a kid. a scared kid that needs someone to look after him. he doesn’t think he’ll do a great job, but he has to at least provide the kid food and safety. at least until he can figure out what’s best for the kid.

he’s lucky Tails is a genius and can already read and write because he can’t talk. he doesn’t want to. the sound reverberates in his head and makes him sick he can’t talk. Tails is okay with that though. he reads whatever Sonic hastily writes on paper and he learns sign language faster than Sonic had.

food’s already tight. it’s hard to scavenge and Sonic can only steal so much food without locking himself out of every town or village on the islands. he’s already malnourished as hell himself and now he has to find more food.

Sonic eats even less. he has to. Tails is 4, Sonic is 11. he can deal with less food. Tails is growing and even though Sonic can’t run as much because he’s so tired. his metabolism eats through whatever food he manages to eat for himself. his body hides it though. he looks fine and Tails is looking better and the kid is okay and that’s. enough.

Mighty and Ray meet up with Sonic again and Mighty sees Tails and He Knows. because that’s what he did. Sonic doesn’t know what to do when Mighty gives him a look that’s knowing because he doesn’t know what he’s doing and he sure as hell didn’t know he and Mighty were still friends because he doesn’t know what friendships even are.

Sonic doesn’t understand people. he never has. he doesn’t trust people all that much. he can work with people when necessary but that’s… that’s all. people are scary and cruel but god there’s this kid that’s looking up to Sonic and maybe. maybe he should try and believe the world is good because he wants things to be good for his kid.

his kid?

the kid. he’s taking care of Tails but he’s not…

he “borrows” books from the library to read them. to teach himself about the world he’s bared himself from. he reads all the lessons kids are taught. he learns how the world works and then teaches Tails and sure he could just give the kid the books because god the kid is smart but he needs Tails to believe that he is capable.

Sonic needs to prove to Tails that he is reliable. that he’s gonna be there and get them out of whatever they get into. or whatever Robotnik forces them into.

he will do what he has to.

but he’s so scared. he’s not used to people relying on him or being attached to him. he’s so scared of that attachment he wants to run he has to be alone, alone is safe but Tails is there and he’s sleeping and he’s cuddled up to Sonic and Sonic cannot and will not be like the cruel adults that exist just to make his life worse.

when Sonic 2 happens he’s so proud of how capable Tails is. he’s not that nervous, Tails is doing great. sure, he doesn’t love Tails being dragged into stuff like this but it’s okay. it’s okay because Sonic will always be there to take the hit if Tails doesn’t dodge in time. and that’s fine. he’s a kid and learning. he can be clumsy. Sonic’s sturdy anyway.

when they meet Knuckles, Sonic is glad that the echidna seems to take a liking to Tails as a sort of older brother figure and it reassures Sonic that Tails would still have someone. Knuckles is not like Sonic, he is not going to take care of Tails like he does, but he's a protective figure, Sonic doesn't have to worry as much if he needs to be alone. which god he does. his skin is itching.

he loves Tails but he is itching to run.

when they move away from the islands, Sonic is quick to make sure Tails has shelter. he forges whatever he has to so that everything can be in Tails' name. both house and workshop. all of it. they're Tails', not Sonic's. Sonic can't have a house. he's been living in the woods so long that living in a house is so scary to him. he can't.

not yet.

when Shadow dies, Sonic mourns. death is not a foreign concept to him, but Shadow's sacrifice strings. Tails falls ill not long after and Sonic takes care of him. Tails has a high fever and in his delirium calls Sonic dad.

dad.

dad.

Sonic is aware of his own mortality, he almost died when he was 8/9. Shadow's death doesn't make him realize he will die someday, but it along with that keyword makes Sonic realize that when he dies he will be orphaning a child. his death will affect other people. he's not just some kid in the woods anymore. Tails will mourn like he does when he does.

Tails will be alone again when Sonic dies.

it doesn't matter how many of Sonic's friends take on a role in Tails' life, Sonic will be abandoning the kid in death. the thing he promised himself he wouldn't do. but what can he do? he's going to die young. it's only a matter of time.

he weeps amongst the trees. he is helpless to do anything besides prepare the kid.

things go on as normal. more adventures, more fights, more injuries, more fussing. it’s as normal as it can be. and sure maybe in the back of Sonic’s head he’s constantly trying to prepare Tails for when his only parent is going to leave him, but it’s minor. it’s fine.

when Sonic finds Emerl on that beach he knows the feeling that fills his heart. he knows that he’s gone from one kid to two.

everything about raising Emerl is rushed and a little different, but Sonic’s never had a normal experience raising a kid. weird is his home base.

there are a couple moments that get Sonic’s anxiety pumping. when Eggman says he has both Emerl and Cream hostage Sonic can feel the fear fill his veins, but of course Emerl gets both himself and Cream out of the situation. that’s his kid.

and it warms Sonic’s heart when he sees Emerl and Tails interact. something about Emerl brings out the childlike qualities of Tails and it’s endearing and so so heartwarming.

but nothing stays good forever.

Sonic had a choice. the world or his child. it wasn’t fair. but he couldn’t let Emerl destroy the planet. if only because he couldn’t force Emerl to deal with that amount of guilt. that wouldn’t be something the robot could live with. he prayed that he would be lucky and that Emerl would survive but…

“This was Gerald's final program... Should a weapon go out of control, the weapon will terminate itself...”

stupid fucking Gerald programming a self-destruct into a being with thoughts and feelings. stupid fucking Eggman gloating as if he won. as if this was something this was something to celebrate. stupid fucking Robotniks. stupid fucking world.

he didn’t regret the burning hot rage that took his over. he didn’t regret regret breaking Eggman’s jaw. he didn’t regret letting the dark energy blind him. he was blinded by tears anyway.

and god, Tails sounded like such a kid when he asked if Emerl would come back if the world was peaceful and Sonic couldn’t crush a kid’s hopes. especially not his own. his only. Sonic could barely keep it together as he agreed with Tails.

he made Tails stay the night at Vanilla’s house, too heartbroken to comfort the kid. tomorrow. he would do it tomorrow. when he had time to grieve on his own first.

turns out grieving was fighting with Shadow until they were both crying. Shadow lost his last connection to the Ark and Sonic? Sonic lost just about the worst thing he could’ve.

it wasn’t fair.

Sonic didn’t mean to be so much more protective of Tails going forward, hell of any kid he interacted with, going forward he just… he could deal with a lot of things. he had been through hell and back. pain was something he had learned to accept as part of his life. hell, maybe part of him would be lost without it. but he couldn’t lose Tails. for god’s sake if he was doomed to an early grave why was it so damn hard to have his kids outlive him?

he noticed Tails starting to doubt himself and that’s the last thing he wanted, Tails was so much better than him in so many ways, but he couldn’t… he couldn’t get over his fears.

was having Tails alive more important than him having a good self-esteem? Sonic was so lost. he had no frame of reference. Sonic had never had parents. no one to look after him. to show him what to do or what not to do in raising his own. he wanted Tails alive but he didn’t want Tails to have a miserable life. how was Sonic supposed to show Tails that he was more than capable without risking the kid’s life?

he didn’t know.

he tried but everything kept getting worse and Sonic didn’t know what to do and-

6 months of torture gave him plenty of time to think. too much time, really.

Sonic thought about plenty of things. but his mind always went back to golden fur and blue eyes. was Tails okay? sure, Sonic ran away a lot to do his own things, but never this long. had anyone taken up on taking care of Tails? did Tails blame himself? he shouldn’t. he’s just a kid.

safe to say he was not happy when he heard that Tails was missing when he got back. he was already upset with his boyfriend, and now his kid was just alone in an active war zone. Sonic knew Shadow had probably watched the kid from a distance but that wasn’t enough. Tails was 12 for fuck’s sake!

Sonic kept up the smiles, of course he did, but it only reinforced that Tails would be alone when Sonic actually passed and that… maybe Sonic was more mad at himself than anyone else.

or maybe the cruel workings of Fate. but no… that couldn’t be it. Sonic had defied fate before. but…

he didn’t know what he was mad at anymore. it didn’t matter.

Tails was in his arms again and maybe, just maybe, Sonic would teach Shadow about parenting.

just in case.

[simplegenius042]

WIP Moodboard/Wednesday, Last Line and First Picrew

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WIP Wednesday for my Unnamed FC5 Omegaverse WIP, Moodboard for my Doki Doki Literature Club WIP You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club!, Last Lines for my Wednesday WIP Word Of Woe and a picrew of Silva during Christmas. Enjoy under the cut:

Another snippet for the FC5 Omegaverse WIP, with Silva trying to live her life in relative peace as a junior deputy and contributing member to society. And yet she can't even have that at a public barbecue when Eden's Gate crash it. Read below: [CW: Minor subtle discrimination in the context of Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, mostly towards Beta dynamics like Silva here (there's more in the full scene but here it's just like maybe once, or two if you count John ignoring Silva's obvious signs of 'leave me alone'. Also John harassing Silva, but what else is new]:

Silva really just wanted to fill up her plate with some nutritional food in peace and without an alpha poking his nose into her business for whatever reason.

She was unsure what his game was; could he be trying to determine if she was an omega? She understood that some omegas took a variation of suppressants that masked their scent as similar to betas, if only to deter certain alphas.

Although the suppressants were often effective, it didn't take much to discern the difference between an omega using suppressants and a regular beta. A beta's scent was far stronger than that of a suppressant's scent, though Silva guessed that wasn't common knowledge.

That or she had a better sense of smell than most betas. Which she didn't disqualify as an option.

"Invited by friends," Silva answered curtly, gesturing to where she saw her co-workers last, "Thought I'd socialize a bit."

His scent was throwing her off. Not because it was like an oregano herb, unlike the homely, comforting scent of basil and parsley that Paul had, but because he seemed familiar. Intrusive as well.

"Funny you should say that," the alpha, John, replied with a confident grin, "I've seen you avoiding more people than talking to them."

She glanced into his blue eyes; his smug glint irked her. She rolled her eyes as she replied, "That's because I'm done socializing."

She moved down, away from the alpha, and reached for the chicken ceasar salad to add to her plate; to compliment the chops that were already present. As she began topping it, her unwanted and persistent conversationalist filled the gap between them and asked, "So what is it you do around here?"

Silva's brows knitted together as she gave him an annoyed glance, stating, "I made it very clear I was done talking."

John chuckled, "No need to be so tart, my dear. Besides, I think you do want to talk."

Silva paused when she heard what he said; there was a tone within his words that rung sharply in her head, a growl that commanded obedience. To an omega, it'd be something to fear or respect; an effective deterrent towards refutes. To her though, it was something that grated at her nerves, like a man-child loudly demanding he get his way.

But it also sounded so damn familiar.

She looked at him with a burning glare that seemed to surprise him; like he hadn't prepared for his alpha voice to fail.

"I would be inclined to talk if I choose to," Silva asserted, adding, "And if you use that voice of yours on me again, you will regret it."

Despite the warning, John seemed more intrigued than anything else, putting on a friendly smile. Which bothered Silva immensely.

Her dissatisfaction only furthered when he replied, "My apologies. I wasn't too sure if you were actually a beta. I'm sure you're aware how omegas believe they have to hide themselves with your scents... a shame really."

Silva gazed at John with a stoic expression that contradicted with the bafflement she felt. One moment he was acting like a persistent sleaze and the next he's suddenly chummy with her after finding out that, yes, she is in fact, a beta.

She chose the last of her toppings for the chicken ceasar salad before walking away from him. Silva didn't grace him with a goodbye, just left him to fill up his plate.

However, in spite of this, he persisted in pestering her.

"Hold on now, you still haven't answered my question," he unhelpfully informed her as he followed after her.

Silva gripped the cutlery in her hand, repeating the mantra, It's illegal to kill a person without reasonable cause. It's illegal to kill a person without reasonable cause. It's illegal to kill-

It wasn't as helpful as she thought it would be.

[Silva to John, in some other AU probably: "In all timelines. In all possibilities. Only you... can show me how fucking annoying a person can be." If anyone understands this edited reference, I'll let you know I liked the season. Didn't love it, but it was still very good despite the high expectations]

Last Line for Word Of Woe, which is a WIP for Wednesday post-Season 1 set in the Life, Despair & Monsters series, where Wednesday Addams returns to Nevermore to unravel a new mystery; who the in the Nine Hells is bold enough to stalk her? Here she sees the introduction of Nevermore's new botany teacher:

When the teacher entered, Wednesday noted his appearance; he wore a dark blue suit that would have been better for a Gala than a school, with his dark hair and eyes, short stature, and the ridiculous Breton cap he adorned on his head didn't help her judgement of him. There was a skip in his step, with a jolly smile that sickened Wednesday.

He also held a cane in his hand, the handle like a bulbous doorknob. She wondered if he's ever caved in a skull with that.

However, her eyes narrowed when she realized something; she's seen him before. Earlier in the courtyard, playing what she presumed to be chess with a crowd of students around him and his opponent.

Moodboard for You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! is a WIP for DDLC, where Monika and her friends find themselves in the real world, with only Monika able to remember the things she did while in the game, and as a result the guilt too. She also gets used to actually living and while she does want to do just that, she can't help but notice a few... contradictions to her new reality.

And below is the first ever picrew of Silva Omar. It... certainly is a close encapsulation of how I picture Silva (second to her faceclaim Mina El Hammani). Although she usually has her hair done up in one braid tail that stays behind her. But this is as close as I could get to her hair undone. Here she is attempting to commit to the Christmas joy. Could either be celebrating at Elsa's lodge (which would explain the undone hair (plus the sweater) as Silva didn't do up her hair until after Persephone's death...) or at a co-workers home or something akin to that for a party (which would explain the false joy and tired look as Silva is generally like that because of her insomnia and night terrors plus putting up a front to hide her grief for this particular month... though post-Persephone's death, Silva would be spending her time alone at her residence because, well, this is the month her sister die and Christmas is literally Elsa's birthday so...). Anyway image below:

[narcissusneverknewme]

like are Zoro and Sanji a ship? someone please tell me, I can't look into it for fear of spoilers I'm only in alabasta

[onthewaytosomewhere]

wip wednesday

alright kiddies let's do this shall we - it's wednesday and well the only wip i have stuff worth sharing y'all haven't seen is - you guessed it the 5+1 smutty incestiness one lolz

under the cut lies henry/alex/philip and some no-rpressure tags but open tag to anyone who wants it (and i may have forgotten some who knows it's late and my brain has been very fried post-vacay)

Alex is leaning over the edge of the bed, kissing his way up Philip’s chest, nipping at the skin with his teeth, soothing it with his tongue. Marks from last night still mark a path along his ribs, showing where Alex had been, laying his claim for the weekend. Henry, at his back and kissing his neck, whispers into his ear, “Look how he lets you do that, make your mark all over him. He’s never let the others do that. Always stopped them from claiming him in any way. He lets you, though; in fact, the way he allows you to mark him up is almost like he wants you to, like he wants the reminder you were there.” Alex moans and is surprised he doesn’t come right then and there. Henry knows all his buttons to push. The idea of marking the future king is such a fuckin’ power trip. He never realized how much he craved power until Henry and he started this thing between them and Philip. Now, getting to have the future king under him, in some way, was a semi-regular occurrence, and it not only got him going, but he knew that Henry got off on seeing that side of him. Philip squirms beneath Alex as he latches onto a nipple, sucking hard and then working it with his tongue and teeth. The moan that falls from Philip’s lips has Alex smiling, laving more attention on the hard bud Philip’s nipple has become.

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[camelspit]

hey guys!! please dont send me any unravaled spoilers!! i really dont want to have anything spoiled ❤️

[swynlake-rp]

It's Valentine's Day! And we'd LOVE to have you join us. Perhaps as one of these wanted characters?

Antonio Madrigal (Antonio, Encanto) - It’s not that you don’t like people! No, no, it’s only that you flip between between being too shy and being much, much too invested. Kind of hard to live up to the family if expectation of helping your community when you don’t always feel like you fit in your community…but at least you have your animal friends! Are they how you’ll find your helping hand niche?

Robaire Laflash (Robaire, Turning Red) - A sparkling scaled tail masked by a pair of human legs, the siren call of the sea, and a newly discovered love. A love for music that is. You’ve come from Quebec to get a university education, to make your professor parents proud, but what if your future lies outside of academia?

Ember Lumen (Ember, Elemental) - Life wasn't always easy for your family, that's why it has always been your dream to take over the family business as soon as you were able. That was until someone showed you a new dream. Or is this your first time well and truly dreaming? You're starting to wonder if your dreams were ever yours to begin with. And if that's the case, how can you crush your parents' dream?

Ethan Clade (Ethan Clade, Strange World) - You know what you should do, but you also think know what you want to do and they don’t perfectly align. Will you follow the footsteps before you, the path laid out for you, or the secret third option?

Meilin Lee (Mei, Turning Red) - Despite what your mom thinks, you know your panda isn’t a problem! It’s just a big fluffy side of you — something you totally have under control … who has time to worry about red panda transformations when you have tickets to buy and exams to study for? If only your mom trusted you!

Joe Gardner (Joe Gardner, Soul) - Live well? Live well and what, prosper!? Okay, Spock. Look, not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but couldn’t the Fates have been a little more precise with what you were meant to do with your second chance at life? Well, okay then. Looks like you’re going to roll up your sleeves and figure this out yourself!

[m1lflov3rrr]

Tattoo (NSFW)

Pairing: Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, degradation kink, praise kink, mommy kink, bdsm, edging, orgasm denial, smut with slight plot

Word count: 2,519

Summary: You thought you’d surprise your girlfriend…

”Oh, this is going to be great!!” Your friend Lily squealed in excitement as you told her about your plan to surprise your girlfriend of two years, Larissa Weems. 

”I know, right! She’ll be left speechless.” You said smirking. You were walking to the tattoo shop with your friend as you had the idea a few nights ago. You were going to surprise your girlfriend by getting a tattoo on your lower inner lip, that would spell ’mommy’. You knew that you might be pushing your luck, since Larissa would always scold you if you mentioned getting anything tattooed onto your body. She was always so modest and elegant, but deep down you knew that she would find it hot. She just didn’t want to admit it. 

”Hello, ladies! Welcome, what did you have in mind?” Asked the man in the shop as you arrived. 

You exchanged knowing looks with Lily, and responded, ”I’d like to get a tattoo on my lower inner lip, if that’s possible.” 

The man smiles, seemingly delighted, ”Absolutely! What kind of tattoo would you like?” 

”I’d like one that spells ’mommy’.” You said. 

The tattoo artist smirked and clasped his hands together in excitement. ”You’re bold. I like you. Come on, let’s get started!” 

You sat down on the chair and he sat across from you, Lily was standing there, looking thrilled. 

And before you knew, you got started. 

About 30 minutes later, the man announced that he is done and handed you a mirror to have a look. You gasped, ”This is exactly how I wanted it! Thank you, so much!” 

You paid and made a plan for tonight, for the big reveal. 

-

You got back home, finding Larissa working in her office. You had bought a house six months ago, and it was the best thing that had happened to you. It was a two-story house, in the Jericho suburban. You decided it was best to live in Jericho, as you both had a job at Nevermore. Her as the principal, you as one of the teachers. It was the perfect arrangement. 

”Helloo,” You called out as you peeked through the doors to her office. 

Larissa’s gaze immediately snapped from her work to you, a big smile started to plaster all over her face. ”Darling! Oh, I’m so glad to see you, I’ve missed you! How was your day with Lily?” 

You smirked internally, walking over to her and sitting on her lap, wrapping your hands around her neck. ”It was good, we went for lunch and did a little shopping.” 

”Well, I’m glad to hear that. I’ll be done in 20 minutes, okay?” 

You smiled and nodded, getting up and pecking her on the lips. Then, you went to the kitchen and prepared dinner for you two, you decided on lasagne. Out of you two, you were the cook. Sure, you weren’t the best at cooking, but definitely better than Larissa. You chuckled to yourself as you remembered that one time she tried to surprise you and make you a romantic dinner, only to forget the food in the oven for too long and burning it. Gladly, you two had then made a new dinner together, and the night ended on a good note. 

After dinner was done, you set the table, just in time for Larissa to come into the kitchen. 

You raised an unimpressed brow at her, ”I thought you said 20 minutes,” You said disapprovingly, checking your watch. ”It’s been an hour, Larissa.” 

She sighed, wrapping her arms around your waist. ”I know, I’m sorry. I just had to respond to all the emails and get the paperwork done. Now, I’m all yours.” 

You chuckled and she sat down on the table. ”Mmh, that smells delicious. Is that lasagne?” 

”Yes, it is.” You said, setting the bowl on the table. 

”My favourite.” She said as she put some of the food on her plate and started eating, letting out a heavenly moan at the taste, to which you giggled quietly. 

The dinner went by normally, just you two chatting about your week. And as you finished eating, you were the first one to get up, picking up the plates. But Larissa stopped you. 

”Ah, ah. You’ve done enough, let me do this.” 

You smiled at her and kissed her softly, ”Thank you, I’ll be upstairs.” 

And with that, you ran as fast as possible to your shared bedroom, rummaging through your closet and quickly changing your undergarments into something sexier. You picked a black lingerie with a matching bra, and changed quickly, putting on your normal clothes back on so your girlfriend wouldn’t suspect anything. 

You sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard and scrolling on your phone as Larissa entered the room. She sat down on the bed and pulled you to her embrace, peppering your face with kisses. 

You giggled at her, pushing her gently away from your face. Now was the time. 

”I have a surprise for you,” You said, taking in every micro-expression from the woman. 

She furrowed her brows in confusion, but she seemed very excited, too. ”What is it?” 

Without a word, you seductively looked into her eyes and raised your right hand to your lower lip, pulling it and showing her the text. 

Her eyes widened and she gasped audibly as she saw what you had done. ”My goodness, what have you done to yourself?!” She exclaimed, replacing your hand on your lip with hers, swiping her thumb across it. 

You smiled and tried to speak as clearly you could, that- ”I wanted to leave you astonished, which by the looks of it, I obviously did succeed at.” You said mockingly, smirking. 

”You…” She said, narrowing her eyes. Her shocked eyes soon turned to ones filled with lust and desire. ”You did this for your mommy?” She asked, still in disbelief. 

You nodded, looking up at her through your eyelashes, playing innocent. 

She hummed in satisfaction, and without a warning, gripping your chin tightly in her hand to ensure eye contact. ”I must admit, it does suit you. My name suits on you, Y/N. And I will go to any lengths necessary to ensure that no one will see this, but me. No one will touch you like I do, sweet girl, I own you.” She growled, and you pressed your tights together, already feeling the heat between your legs. 

This action didn’t go unnoticed by Larissa, as she looked down and back up to your eyes with a dangerous, hungry smirk, ”Aww, aren’t you just so horny for me? Such a needy slut for mommy?” 

And the headspace her words alone sent you, was enough to make you hazy and nodding vigorously to anything she was saying. ”Y-yes, mommy. I need you, please,” 

She smirked at your neediness, ”But you’ve been such a bad girl for mommy, haven’t you? Going behind mommy’s back, doing this to your body. I think you deserve a punishment, don’t you think?” 

Your cheeks flushed at her low and hoarse tone, you gulped and nodded. 

She looked at you like you were her prey, like she had to do so much to prevent herself from eating you whole. And before you even had time to process anything, she was crashing her lips against yours, tightly gripping your hair as her hand went behind your head. You yelped in surprise, this was something new. You had to do anything not to release a pathethic whimper at her actions. 

She pushed you off her lap, resting you to lie down on the bed. ”Now, strip.” She said. It was not a question, it was a demand. 

You widened your eyes in surprise, not knowing how to respond to her unusual tone in bed. 

Before you could react to anything, there was a loud smack, echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom. She had slapped you. ”Is it really that hard to do as mommy says? I said, strip.” She almost growled at you, leaving you no room to argue. So, you did. You noticed her smirking at your choice of lingerie. And soon, all your clothes were thrown somewhere across the room, you were back in your laying position. 

She ran her slenger finger from your neck, to your chest, to your stomach, sliding it down to caress your wet folds. You gasped loudly as she came to rub your clit slowly. ”Please,” You breathed out. 

”Tsk, tsk. None of that. You’re going to stay right here, in this position,” She said as she took your wrists and held them above your head. Then, she let go, but you didn’t dare to move. She went to her closet, pulling out a box you hadn’t seen before. You frowned at her while she had a smirk on her face. Then, she pulled out handcuffs. Handcuffs. 

You widened your eyes and your jaw dropped, as she came back to sit on the bed and tied your hands, locking them in place on both ends of the headboard. 

Then, she started sucking on your chest, giving your nipples special attention while she brought her knee between your legs. You sunconsciously started grinding your exposed core against her, to gain at least some friction. She obviously noticed this, as she smirked against your breasts and pulled her knee away. Then, she stood up again, pulling something else from the box. A vibrator. 

Your eyes were watering in need, you wanted her to touch you so bad. ”Mommy, please, please fuck me, I’ll be good, your good girl,” You pleaded, the remains of your dignity hopping out the window. 

She raised her eyebrows at you, ”Already begging, darling? Well, since you asked so nicely,” She said as she turned the vibrator on, leaving it on the lowest setting and going up to place it on your clit. And as she did, you moaned loudly. ”Mommy, s’good, please, more,” 

She did as you said, putting the level higher and higher as you chased your orgasm. Your moans and whimpers got louder and louder, and you started bucking your hips at the toy, arching your back and trying to close your legs. But her incredibly strong hands came to stop you from closing them, opening them as wide as possible. 

”Ah, please, oh god, mommy, I’m going to-” You said between disordered breaths and moans. And just as you thought you would reach your peak, she pulled the toy away, causing you to whimper loudly. ”What? No, mommy, please,” 

She came up to your face and kissed your lips passionately, squeezing your boobs with both of her hands, causing you to yelp in her mouth. She chuckled lowly, almost sadistically, watching you beg her to let you cum. But she wouldn’t let you off that easily, no. 

”Oh, baby, don’t worry, you’ll get what you want…” She faux cooed. ”…Later.” And turned on the vibrator, on the lowest setting and putting it back to your aching core. You moaned again, looking at her with pleading eyes. You wanted to touch her too, but you couldn’t. Your hands were tied. She caressed your hair, enjoying the view of you whimpering beneath her. Then, she abruptly got up, ”I’m going to take a shower, enjoy yourself,” And left the room. 

”What?! Mommy, you can’t leave me like this, please!” You screamed, the pleasure was not good enough to make you cum. No matter how much you would buck your hips and arch your back, it wouldn’t let you reach your peak. She wanted you to suffer. 

And oh, you did. When Larissa came back into the bedroom thirty minutes later, you were a mess. Panting and seeking any sort of friction. ”Please, please, I’m begging you mommy! I’ll do anything, I swear, just please let me cum!” You cried, tears falling down your cheeks. 

She tsked. ”Aww, my little girl is just so horny, isn’t she? Should mommy help her out?” She questioned. 

”Yes, yes! Please,” You begged. 

She looked like she’s contemplating it, before smiling and nodding. You breathed out in relief, finally. 

She dropped the towel that was covering her naked body, ”Only if you make mommy feel good first. Then, you’ll get your reward. Does that sound good, darling?” 

You nodded vigorously and whimpered as she climbed on the bed, closer to you, before sitting on your face. Her arousal was obvious, glistening her pussy. You wasted no time in teasing her, as she grabbed the headboard to steady herself. And you started licking her, from her entrance to her clit, and back. She moved her hips in rhythm of your sucking, you even pushed your tongue in as far as you could a few times. 

”Ah, right there, don’t stop! You’re doing such a good job, little slut. Just like that, oh!” She moaned loudly while riding your face. 

As her breathing became disordered and she wasn’t bucking her hips in rhythm anymore, you knew she was close. You picked up your pace, trying to pleasure her as well as you could in this situation. 

”Ah, Y/N, just like that! I’m going to-” Her own moans interrupted her as she reached her orgasm, screaming in pleasure. You let her ride it out, being more gentle with her as she must’ve been sensitive. You licked her cum and she got off of you, and kissed your lips, letting her taste herself. She moaned into your mouth, ”You did so good for mommy, I think you deserve your reward.” 

And she went down on you, still with the vibrator in the lowest setting. Then, she plunged two fingers inside of you, causing you to scream in pleasure. She set the vibrator in the highest possible setting, laying it on your clit. 

”Oh, oh! Mommy, god, faster, harder!” You screamed. 

And she did, go faster and harder. With her other hand, she came and touched your boobs, pinching your nipples. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, it was simply seconds until you would see stars. 

”Ah! Mommy, I’m going to cum, please, ah,” You stuttered between your unholy moans. 

She chuckled, ”Cum for me, darling,” 

And instantly, you did. It was the best feeling ever. The exctacy, the euphoria, the pure bliss you were feeling. You were panting, hard. She let you ride it out, and then, pulled her fingers slowly out of you and turned the vibrator off. She came up to you and you already knew what she wanted you to do. You opened your mouth and sucked her digits clean, and she groaned at the sight. Her voice was just adding to the high you were in, the hazyness you felt. 

”You did so good for me, baby,” She cooed, this time genuinely. You released her fingers with a pop, smiling at her. Then, she put the vibrator back in the box and pulled something else out. A huge, black strap-on. Your jaw dropped at the sight as she put it on herself. 

She looked at you in amusement, ”Oh, you didn’t think we were done, did you? Oh, darling. It’s going to be a long night.” 

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Happy Birthday Rascal🥳🎂I hope he has a great day! For wip wednesday can I have a bit of mer au? (also, just curious what breed is rascal?)

WIP Wednesday (7/10) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 40)

A moment later, the sand shifts beside him and Abram turns to find Andrew standing there in the cave’s opening. Based on his mer form, Abram thought he’d be much taller. He’s not sure why though, since his own tail is quite long and he only clocks in at 5’3” as a human. Andrew’s towel is vibrant and covered in tropical fruits. Abram has to hold in a laugh when he remembers how Andrew came to own it. 

Apparently the other walker seems to think Abram is amused at something else. He scoffs and Abram raises his gaze. Andrew’s arms are crossed over his chest, but he makes a show of rolling his eyes. “If you say anything about how short I am, I will eat you.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Abram insists, making Andrew narrow his eyes. “I’ve barely got three inches on you, from the looks of it. In case you didn’t notice, the end-of-school growth spurt passed me by too.”

“Shut up,” Andrew says, pushing past him and starting across the sand on wobbly legs. Abram watches him for a moment, wondering how stiff they must be after all that time. Andrew stops abruptly and turns to Abram, his hair swishing against his back. “Are you coming?”

“I’d better,” Abram says, falling into step beside Andrew. Matching his bare-footed foot steps. “Otherwise, you’ll never find my motel room.”

Andrew rolls his eyes. "You're stupid."

[quinn-pop]

another halloween thing, consider it the cringe day wednesday special

[cupoteahatter]

I cannot believe I have to live in a world where people deny that Wednesday and Tyler aren’t the perfect ship for this day and age.

Fast Burn Strangers to Lovers to Slow Burn Enemies to Lovers

Equal and mutual respect

“I should kill you” “Do it then” “….” “You can’t? Can you?”

Monster x Goth Girl

Sarcastic Banter that doesn’t put the other down.

Just enough toxicity.

Did I mention the respect thing?

Mutually sticking the other in chains

Being real ENEMIES

The “I’m supposed to kill you but I fell for you” energy

“Do I want to kill you or kiss you?”

The genuinely queer energy they hold both being the outcasts of outcasts.

A couple of teenage tearaways

Being a m/f pairing for the girls, gays and theys.

THE MUTUAL RESPECT AND UNDERSTANDING AND NEITHER ONE UNDERESTIMATING THE OTHER EVER

Just… I love them okay???