#most wanted wednesdays

[swynlake-rp]

Abundant adventures await you here in Swynlake! Tales of magic, friendship, and mystery. What stories will you weave?

Moana Motunui (Moana, Moana) - Salty ocean breeze, crushed seashells under your feet, and blue waves, all things you’ll miss about your home island. But everyone’s got to spread their wings eventually! Your wings have taken you to Swynlake, and you can’t wait to see what you’ll learn here.

Shuǐ Silvermist (Silvermist, Tinkerbell) - Since coming to the Enchantra Hollow, all your family has wanted to do was prove that they are a part of the Enchantra community. Everyone has fit in seamlessly but you want to do more than fit in. You want to catch the attention and praise of the Queen!

Raya Tran (Raya, Raya And The Last Dragon) - You cannot believe your father gave his life for an organization that would allow your National Dragon to get away with shirking their duties like this! You've been chasing leads around the globe to try and convince them to come home and do their job. The next lead's got you coming here to Swynlake. Will this be yet another dead end?

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!

Priya Mangal (Priya, Turning Red) - Nobody's a bigger vampire fangirl than you! Nobody! And you're so excited for the opportunity to meet vampires in Swynlake to conduct your research to write your own wild vampire romance fantasies. Trouble is, how exactly does one befriend vampires?

Chihiro Ogino (Chihiro, Spirited Away) - Has anything unexplained ever happened to you? Great! So your parents have also gone missing and you worked in an enchanted possibly otherworldly bathhouse under an unhinged sorceress? Oh, no? Right, so just Chihiro then. Well, time to find answers then!

[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

[retrieveire]

here lies enid sinclair BECAUSE THEY WON’T GIVE US ANY ENID TEASERS WHY ARE YOU WITHHOLDING HER FROM US

[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.

[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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[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?

[camelspit]

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

[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.” 

[wellhalesbells]

Writing game: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

tagged by @wolfspurr! thanks for thinking of me, ladybug!

this is just... not gonna make any sense and it's not even close to the last line i've written of this sterek fic, just the last line i've fiddled with (i'm having a love affair with the magic in it, what can i say)

He pulls and pulls and pulls, his hands growing slick with his own blood, sweat pouring down his back, spitting glass and pink saliva, until he’s yanked the last of it from the ground and the plant stutters, reshapes, and a woman is lying on the ground.

tagging (i'm not gonna do every word 'cause i am a run-on sentence nightmare, as per yooj, but uhhh): @piratefalls, @andavs, @alocalband, @kikiroo, @rosieposiepuddingnpie and anyone else who wants in!

also, uhhh, context below if you're curious (stiles is fine, i swear) :)

He had expected a hallway, some pathway between one place and the next, but instead he’s in a room with rich, heavy curtains, a gold thread glittering through the — no, endless open windows looking out onto a vast — an overstuffed greenhouse, sprawling with — a moth-eaten pool hall, the click of — a stable so dilapidated that he can feel drops of — a corner wreathed in shad — Stiles grabs his chin and pulls it low so Derek’s wide eyes meet his.

He murmurs softly, “How ‘bout I take this one, big guy?”  Derek blinks at him.  He doesn’t understand the request but he doesn’t understand most of what’s gone on today.  In the same tone, Stiles prompts, “You remember what we’re looking for?”

And the second Derek does, there’s a snap that’s not so much sound as it is the rush of air settling and the soles of his boots sink into soft peat.  The wet scent of moss and mud and still water overwhelms him and a bout of light-headedness threatens to level him.  He takes a step with the express purpose of planting his feet and opens his eyes, not remembering closing them.

Branches crowd them overhead, one mere inches from the top of his head, the gentle rustle of its leaves in the barely noticeable breeze tickling along his every sense.  He can’t see the pond or bog or marsh but he can smell it.  Instead there’s dirt and trees and petals and seeds and slithering, clomping sounds in heavy underbrush.

“Wh — ere are we?”  His voice is croaky, feeling the intimidation his squared shoulders are fighting back.

Stiles steps lightly through the growth.  “Archives,” he says, his voice fading as the buzz of a dragonfly drifts closer for a moment, “I thought you were all about silent observation?  Only said it right in front of your face.”  He stills a moment, tuts, and then looks down at his feet.

He wiggles his bare toes against the soft mud, bends down to roll up his jeans midway up his calves.  He sniffs.  “Better.”

“What—”

Stiles glances back at him, brow furrowing.  “Tell me you weren’t expecting… what?  File cabinets?  Licenses and bureaucracy?  It’s fucking magic, Broody Butt.”  He looks up, pulls down something globular and doesn’t hesitate to take a bite out of it.

His hair flutters as though caught in a strong storm, his eyes flare a color Derek doesn’t have in his vocabulary, and his toes dig into the dirt.  He tosses the fruit Derek doesn’t recognize over his shoulder.

“That was — ”

“Pure magical energy,” Stiles says with a nod, as though that was what Derek was going to say.  “The registry, it’s not too Big Brother or too worrywart about it these days so most mages participate without any civil servants having to knock down their doors.  The consequence to using unregistered magic is punitive enough that it’s worth the few hours of answering a fussy librarian’s questions and giving a little light show.”

Derek considers that, ducking under a branch after Stiles.  He reaches towards a bush, pulls off a few berries and rolls them between his palms.  After a few revolutions, he crushes them flat, but what escapes isn’t juice, it’s steam.  He breathes it in, taking it deep into his lungs.

He exhales it out, the smoke forming a scythe in the air in front of him.

Derek watches Stiles for the verdict, which is given in the form of him simply turning and moving on.

For some reason, Derek is hesitant to voice it but — “Your own magic is here then.”

“Are you doubting my love for rule-following, Derek?”  Derek opens his mouth because, for once, he hadn’t been seeking to insult Stiles but he grins back over his shoulder, revealing it had been a joke he had meant to share.  Oh.  They didn’t really do that and he can see the way Stiles’ grin strains realizing it.  They’re not him and Laura.  They’re never going to be.  He still gamely adds, “I might’ve needed my door knocked but, yeah, it’s here.”

“What does it taste like,” Derek asks, not certain why he’s curious, only sure that he is.

Stiles pauses, a thoughtful expression on his face.  Derek hadn’t thought he would answer, and that if he did, it would be flippant and throwaway.  Instead there’s care and concentration to his words.  “Kind of… barren.  But not — not empty, more… expectant?  The way flat landscape can host tornadoes or lightning storms or pouring rain or a stampede.  It’s that second before it rushes in on your tongue.  It tastes like raised flesh and hot blood and leaping stomachs.”  He blinks, losing the glaze over his eyes.  His tongue darts across his lower lip, soothing.  “That’s what it tastes like.”

And Derek wants to taste… it.

Stiles swallows, breaking eye contact, plaid overshirt billowing with how hastily he turns.  Derek follows carefully after him, cataloguing each body part to reassure himself he has control over them since that had felt precarious in a way he can’t quite articulate.

Stiles burns a feather whose smoke twists into letters, plants an acorn that explodes in a cloud of confetti which rearranges into a map of some podunk water park in Arkansas, and digs at roots that dig back at him.

Derek waves a hand at the gnats buzzing in a cluster too-near his ear.  “I thought we only had five minutes?”

Stiles snorts.  “Which is why I’ve made us so hard to find,” he jazz hands with his fingers, crouches down and pops a buttercup into his mouth.

Derek slams into him, hard, not having expected the way he’s frozen.

The scent of blood is a sudden and thick aroma surrounding them and Stiles turns, a cheery pink (artificial) blush on his cheeks and gobs of red dripping from his mouth, over his chin and dribbling down his neck.  He opens his mouth on glass shards that have the spongy look of petals.  Something flickers and it’s so fast Derek can’t catch it, doesn’t know if it was his eyes or his face or just a shadow, but—“It’s her.”

Before Derek can react, Stiles has spun around and is tearing up the entire root system growing the buttercups.  He pulls and pulls and pulls, his hands growing slick with his own blood, sweat pouring down his back, spitting glass and pink saliva, until he’s yanked the last of it from the ground and the plant stutters, reshapes, and a woman is lying on the ground.

“What the—”

“Name,” Stiles snarls at her.

She’s carefully getting to her feet from the prone position she’d reformed in.  She’s in her thirties maybe, attractive, with short curly hair and red lips and a thick waist.  She smooths a hand down the back of her overalls, as though checking for dirt.  She shakes a leaf from her boat shoes.  “Delia Pritchett.”

Stiles eyes her coldly.  “Information.”

She ruffles her hair from the bottom, stands up a little straighter.  Her eyes aren’t focused on Stiles, they’re resting somewhere in the middle distance as though the prompt is coming from an unseen source.  “Formerly of the Lafferty coven, because who can take that seriously?  Current member of the Craven coven.”  She half-laughs.  “Hard to beat that.  Alliterative and established.”

Stiles slices a hand towards her and it slides right through her neck, vanquishing the image as he says, “Enough.”

Derek opens his mouth — 

Stiles lets out a depthless yet somehow mostly silent scream.  “We don’t even know them!  Craven?  They’re upstate, rural, why the fuck — why would she — she had no reason to kill her,” his voice has risen to a crashing crescendo and birds Derek hadn’t even heard were there take off from the treetops.

“We need to leave,” Derek says sharply.

Stiles stares at him as though Derek is speaking a different language.

Derek snags him by the bicep, squeezes.  “Stiles, we need to go.”  Stiles is gazing through him now, his eyes visibly trying to pin down a motive, something that will make sense of the answer he’s gotten, restringing his mental murder board into some semblance of order.  Derek shakes him, roughly.  “Stiles.”  He says it slowly: “You haven’t stopped bleeding.”

Stiles blinks up at him.  Opens his hands palm-up.  They’re torn to shreds.  Blood keeps gushing up to cover his lips.  He looks up at Derek again.  “We don’t even know her.  Our territories are nowhere near one another’s.  She had no reas —”

“Stiles.  I understand.”  He’s still speaking slowly, carefully, trying to make Stiles see past the immediate disappointment to the more immediate life or death situation.  “Do you understand that your blood is not clotting?”

He flexes his fingers.  “It’s magic,” he says, with a little shrug as though none of this matters, not compared to the reality that a woman they have no reason to know killed someone who meant more to them than words could describe, not to gain anything or settle some score but because she could.

So she did.

[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???

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @lover-of-mine for wip Wednesday! Back to your regularly scheduled doom and gloom, sorry Buck!

Chris takes the phone and Buck goes back to make more waffles, the first one slightly underdone and already cold on the counter. He throws it in the trash. He tries not to listen to Chris’ murmured conversation. He should give him space — really, he should have taken the other phone calls in the hall, not made Chris listen in to the mundane logistics of losing his father — but he thinks if he goes too far away from the kid he’ll lose his mind. Buck imagines himself as several pieces of thin cloth in a strong breeze, Christopher as a long pin stuck into the ground, the only thing keeping him from blowing away. So, he makes waffles — dizzy, dizzy — and clatters around enough not to eavesdrop, and tries not to let the smell make him nauseas because he needs to eat something so he can take the antibiotics so he won’t rot away and die. Chris finishes the call, they each manage about half a waffle, Buck takes the pill. His chest hurts. Still drowning. He watches Chris and thinks about a confession in a hospital room, Eddie’s grand backup plan to keep Buck alive. And- and he’d never begrudge him for it, he’ll never resent Chris, he’ll fight as hard as he promised, but he sits there pushing syrup around with slowly disintegrating food and thinks that he didn’t have enough to give in return to keep Eddie here. The deal went only one way, and Buck alone wasn’t enough to stay for. And all of that is so unfair to Eddie, to Chris, to himself, that Buck has to hide his face in his palms for a little while and take deep breaths. It makes him cough, which makes his chest hurt worse, and the whole world is so terrible Buck doesn’t know what to do with it.

Tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz @wildlife4life @rewritetheending @burins @chronicowboy @iinryer @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @shitouttabuck

[seasononesam]

sammy....

[museenkuss]

loving and moving my body this week (06.11.-12.11.)*

Monday. 20 MIN EVENING PILATES TO RELAX AND FEEL CALM - EASY AT HOME WORKOUT

Tuesday. Beginners Belly Dance Tutorial | Beautiful Hips & Arms!

Wednesday. Everyday Pilates Mobility and Stretch | Posture, Hips and Hamstrings

Thursday. Victoria's Secret Train Like An Angel Live: Martha Hunt + Ballet Beautiful

Friday. 20 MIN FULL BODY PILATES WORKOUT FOR BEGINNERS - AT HOME PILATES or Waistline Shimmy | Belly Dance Workout

Saturday. 30 MIN FULL BODY PILATES WORKOUT FOR EVERYBODY - AT HOME PILATES

Sunday. "Chocoholics" Valentine's Day Waist Winding Workout

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* the idea here was to find fun little ways to stay active according to my schedule this week. This is completely 'no suffering, joy only'. :)

In case the suggestion doesn't feel right for that day, here are some alternatives (12 minutes or less, can also be used as add-ons). No shame in taking it slow! Let's move according to our needs! :) nightime flexibility stretches // bedtime yoga stretch to release stress & tension // 8 min beginner's ballet flexibility. // 10 min | Beginner Belly Dance Workout | Slow & Smooth Tutorial // 15 min Gentle Pilates Workout For Beginners