#ft. pan

[mommyghostface28]

I love messy sex. Soak the bedsheets, don’t you dare hold back. I want to be drenched in you. I want your tongue to race across my chest to my jaw before you kiss me sloppily. I want you to ride my thigh and make it wet. When I tell you to cum I want you to cum in my mouth, on my face. I want to dip my fingers between your sticky folds and put your sweet mess between my lips for a taste of you. I wouldn’t waste a drop of what you give me.

+This post is about sapphic sex+

[rtbyg]

hook or mr darling…

[vh-rasz]

Ink on paper

a bit different from what i usually do, more traditional. everythings a bit crooked but i think it looks nice.

[ur-fav-is-at-the-pride-parade]

Kaufmo! From the amazing digital circus! Is at pride!

Requested by: @bluefever

[bitmiscuous]

⤷ continued from / @elenva

✝     ———-     ❛   - pay attention to me , gilbert . ❜ was that so hard ? is he asking for too much ? no . no , he asks for so little . "ask", he'll tells himself so , though his tone verges on something far more demanding than a mere request . his pupils shrink , until there is nothing but pure , clear blue , an open sky amidst a sliver of black . then , it widens , as he absorbs all those vibrant colors and shapes ebbing through the cold air , dancing around her ; he's overstimulated , and desperately , constantly needs to be placated . ❛   if you don't , i'll have no choice but to seek solace in someone else ... and i might not be as gentle . ❜ he's pleading , begging , and threatening for attention , all at once ; he opens his mouth , and bites down the fleshy skin of her arm , but there's no any real pressure , no teeth .

[organkitten]

so sad finding a hot wlw/lesbian nsft blog but then they're anti mspec lesbians 😭 how tf do yall even exist...

[demonwebs]

well , well , well ---- forgive him if he expected some undivided attention from his favorite little bard . upon realizing she'd started playing her flute , mid conversation , mind you , his expression grows positively sullen .

❝ ---- by the hells ... are you honoring the dead sheep again ? ❞ a vexed knot sits between his dark brows . ❝ ---- they're dead . how much more honor do they need ? ❞

@faeswoon. closed starter .

[izzyspussy]

Fun Fact! J.M. Barrie Wrote From Experience

I thought this bit of trivia about J.M. Barrie and its possible connection to Peter Pan would be perfectly described as "fun" when I found it researching for Curse The Messenger. So into the Fun Facts playlist it goes!

[mommyghostface28]

Teaching a sub to hold eye contact when they’re doing such obscene, perverted things is so hot. The way they take your strap in their mouth, wrapping their lips around it just to look away when they start to move their head up and down, not daring to look at you. Or when you have them naked on the bed, their legs spread open while you order them to touch themselves, their fingers shyly working through their wet folds, looking everywhere else but you. So you snap your fingers, you grip their jaw and turn their face talking them through it while you remind them that their eyes and their gaze, belongs to you/on you.

+This post is about sapphic sex+

[ltcolonelcarter]

thank yoooou @jadefyre for the tag 💕

my lockscreen, the most recent song I listened to, my latest photo, and my last saved image

tagging everyone. EVERYONE. you wanna play, you tag me.

sixty is by @dattebae. I’m still dizzy just looking at him

[luckyfiona]

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”

                  ❝ ——  Oh. Hm. ❞

                                          ( Uh-oh. )

Lawless Lucky talked a big game around the bonfire last night. She wasn't too oblivious to pick up on the fact that her being scandalized and upset by the boys' violent sides was beginning to grate on them. So, when all of the boys were talking about the gruesome things they'd like to do to the people who made their lives hard in The Other Place, she forced herself to laugh along, and even took the opening to spin a tale about how she was planning to poison her old employer's food. And, oh, those rotten pirates? Well, she would do the same to them if she had a chance.

So busy seizing on the moment, she didn't consider that she would actually have to put her money where her mouth was.

It would shatter the illusion of Neverland as her luxurious, peaceful, happily-ever-after paradise if she had to see any real carnage with her own two eyes, much less deal any of it herself. But here was dear Peter, ever the altruist, granter of all her wishes, suggesting she come along to their next raid of the Jolly Roger. Lucky's pretty sure he knows this is out of her comfort zone, if he's paid any attention to her — and he does, of course he does. Why else would he go through the trouble of bringing all of these troubled souls to the island if he didn't empathize and care about all of them, right? She can't imagine any motive but love and sympathy. — It's funny, considering how anxiously, meticulously sensitive she tries to be to his boundaries. There was something maybe endearingly boyish about his disregard for hers.

She reasons that she should be grateful for his investment in keeping things fresh and interesting. This is what a sensible, healthy relationship looked like, right? Balancing energies was a major tenet of Celtic magic— it was the key to harmony and prosperity. A passive, supportive person worked best with a person who was a little more... challenging. It would be too stagnant or too chaotic any other way. She gives a fond half-smile to her love, her true love, convinced he's only looking out for her best interests. She would find a way to explain to him that this doesn't really interest her... another time.

               ❝ Well, I suppose I would... ❞ 

Lucky? Morally opposed to it? No sir, you've got the wrong lassie. You must be thinking of that prude from Chicago, Fiona Comisky, who used to dote and cry and sermonize Nate Larsen any time he got injured in a fight with some low-class brute he should've run away from. She had no qualms with clodhopping bullies who started barbaric fights. Didn't find it tasteless in the slightest.

She was opposed to tagging along for much more modest, supportive, team-playering reasons, to be certain. The same reasons why she declined Nate's offer to teach her how to use a bow and arrow: why would the Princess of Neverland get her dainty, dignified, not-at-all-labor-calloused hands dirty learning how to hunt when her boys got such a thrill out of slaying those innocent animals?

                ❝ But why bring a girl along to steal all of the attention?                        I'm not as strong or as sneaky as you. I may ruin the... Element of surprise. Or... distract everyone when they have to keep me out of harm's way. And there’s really— there's so much I could do back here. I thought I should make some sort of victory banquet for the boys to come back to. ......Besides... ❞

Lucky's fingers sidled over to his, tips brushing over his knuckles, as if timidly asking permission to show tenderness before making any sudden moves. Peter was a bit strange about physical touch. She could never tell if he was enjoying it, or if she maybe wasn't doing it right. When he didn't immediately swat her away, she gingerly placed her palms in his, intuitively careful not to scare him away like a baby deer too shy for human touch, or startle him like a scorpion ready to plunge a stinger into her at any moment. She has experience with his type. She has nothing if not patience and willpower to break through to them. She has hope that one day she'll be able to fully embrace him. If she's really as lucky as everybody says, maybe she'd be able to fully-fully "embrace" him.

                ❝ I love when you tell me all about your thrilling adventures. You get such this 𝓅𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓁𝑒 in your eye... It's the same one you had when you first found me— the one that I saw and thought, 'Oh, there it is: my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫. At last, I can see it!' ❞ 

She boldly ventures to show a little more affection while she pleads, but not enough to push him too far, just enough to remind him that he can touch her back any time he's ready. (If he's rallying her to come out of her comfort zone, maybe this is a good time to encourage him to be a little more adventurous, too.) Her fingers, ever-so-lightly cupped over his hands, gently lace themselves into the spaces between his. She's not naïve enough to believe she's going to get out of raids forever. She just wants to experience feeling truly loved and close to him, just one time, before she has to see him at his absolute nastiest.

           ❝ Oh, Peter, won't you please let me see my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 again when you fill me in later? ❞ 

( Won't you please let her be so lucky as to skip out on this? )

╳ — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ! // ACCEPTING.

[l-tora-l]

I'm crying your tags 😭

NDJSNS I LIKE CHILDE WHAT CAN I SAY😓 PLUS PANTALONE GIVES SUCH WHOLESOME VIBES LIKE AN OLD MAN OR FATHER FIGURE WHO ISNT ABSENT BTW!

It’s just dottore is 😦 he gives the vibes of that one guy whose so - how should I put this, business devout and is incredibly clean and hates kids and wears gloves. And he wears those leather gloves which squeak as he puts them on. Now everyone probably knows I hate kids too but like if he hates kids I’ll like them cause there’s NO WAY I’m twinning with him 😥 HE LITERALLY IS A CANNIBAL + IS UNETHICAL IN HIS BUSINESS VENTURES, WHO DARES TO EXPERIMENT ON SCARA BABY GORILLA AND GET AWAY WITH IT — MY SCARAMOUSE☹️ILL LITERALLY GO ALL SERENA ON THIS GUY YANK HIS HAIR AND EVERYTHING (3rd pic as a visual aid-the guy is wearing a shirt btw I promise🥲)

[fairytail-multishipper]

any headcanons for pan/bulla??

Send me a character/ship and I’ll tell you some headcanons

Please let me know if you want nsfw in your ask or I’ll assume sfw

Bulla fell for Pan first, but Pan fell harder

Pan has dyslexia and Bulla helped her with finding a learning style for her

They went to prom together as friends but left as girlfriends

Pan wore a short pink dress and Bulla wore a dark blue suit

Pan has a very tomboyish style but loves to dress up

Bulla is very girly and loves all things dresses and skirts

Partly because she never got her tail removed (Vegeta wouldn’t allow it), and skirts are easier for her to wear than pants

Pan is smart but she doesn’t have a drive for an education like her father did and would rather be a fighter

Bulla has a pretty good balance between fighting and an education

Pan becomes the next World Champ after her gramps, Hercule, and Bulla works as Assistant CEO of Capsule Corp next to Trunks

They live in their own house not far from West City

[babeys1x1]

[augus1]

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.” ( Peter para Betty )

                    ❝     não tenho nada contra você, peter.     ❞           a jovem respondeu enquanto depositava o copo descartável de café em frente ao rapaz, oferecendo-lhe um sorriso gentil.                    ❝     só estou dizendo que estamos lotados hoje e não posso ficar parada conversando.     ❞           betty gesticulou para o redor deles, esperando que peter finalmente percebesse que a cafeteria estava abarrotada de pessoas.     sempre ficava assim quando novos itens eram adicionados ao menu e dessa vez não era diferente.                    ❝     faço minha pausa em dez minutos, consegue esperar?     podemos ir até a praça conversar um pouco, se quiser.     ❞           

[euthymiya]

laws of motion — ft. bakugou katsuki

you come visit your boyfriend for dinner. he endures a headache from your presence. or: the first time you and katsuki say i love you

before you read: fem reader ; established relationship ; banter and fluff ; first time saying i love you ; katsuki the best built in chef and boyfriend all in one

Bothering Katsuki is like an itch. This unbearable, hard to ignore, stupid little itch that you just can’t help but scratch. And sometimes, he’s just so peaceful and calm, you can’t help but poke a little at the sleeping bear.

“You have something you wanna tell me?”

Katsuki’s hands never shake. They’re firm, confident—even as they slow while they chop vegetables. You fight back a grin as he sets the knife down and clicks his teeth in irritation at your question.

“Don’t speak in codes, woman.”

“So you don’t have anything you’d like to tell me?” You press, raising a brow like you know something he doesn’t. He curls his lips into a frown as he scoffs.

“If I did, you’d already know, wouldn’t you? Don’t ask dumb questions.”

He picks up the knife, slicing away just like before. It’s a smooth movement—muscle memory and well practiced second nature. Something like the way he steps back a little to meet you half way when you wrap your arms around him from behind.

“I think there’s something you’re not admitting,” you try again, hand trailing under his shirt and rubbing along the hard muscle of his abs. He forces back a shiver. “Don’t lie to me.”

You grin in satisfaction when he twitches in agitation. “You’re callin’ me a liar now?” His head turns to glare at you over his shoulder.

You stifle a giggle. He doesn’t bother hiding the way his eyes instantly roll.

“Tired of your damn games, you shitty woman.”

“I’m sure there’s something you’ve never told me, Katsuki,” you hum, slowly dragging your palm up and down his bare skin under his shirt, raking your nails gently along the dips and contours as he finally caves and shivers at your touch. “Tell me a secret.”

“I don’t have fuckin’ secrets.” He grunts. “I tell you all my shit.”

The vegetables hit the pan, the sizzle breaking the silence as you bury your face into his shoulder. You bite gently, he gives you an annoyed hiss, and when your hand slides to gently trace over the scars across his skin, he leans into you more.

This time, the laugh isn’t one you can stifle. You laugh into the fabric of his tank top, pinching his skin lightly while he barks out a warning to quit it before he shoves you off.

But he’s just saying that—he always does. And when unstoppable force (your desire to bother your boyfriend) meets immovable object (his inability to stay mad at you), you’re stuck in a standstill.

You don’t mind being stuck with Katsuki, though.

“You wanna hear a secret from me, then?” You hum. He glances at you tiredly.

“I already know them all.”

“That’s not true,” you gasp, “if I told you everything now, we’d be bored for the rest of our lives. I have to tell you them slowly.”

“That’s bullshit,” he scoffs, nose wrinkling, “I’m never boring.”

“That’s true,” you chuckle, “you’re…pretty unique.”

“Oi,” he glares, turning to squeeze your cheeks together as your lips spread into a wide grin, “don’t say it like an insult.”

He turns the stove off, dinner forgotten as he turns to press you against the counter and cage you with his arms, eyebrows smoothing just slightly from their perpetual crinkle as your arms instantly wrap around his neck.

“Well, don’t you want to know my secret?” You press.

He ponders for a moment, weighing his options before a small sigh of resignation falls from his lips. “Kay. Let’s hear this stupid secret of yours. Better not be wasting my time.”

“Come closer,” you gesture at him with your finger. He raises a brow. You look at him with all seriousness. With a tired groan, he leans his ear against your lips as he mumbles something about your stupid shitty games.

“Spit it out, woman.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” you whisper against his ear, fingers tracing along the nape of his neck as he shivers at the tickle of your breath, “but I love you, Katsuki.”

He stills. A small, hitch in his breath as you smile against the shell of his ear and press a quick, delicate little peck against it. It’s silent for a moment like he’s registering your words.

And then, with a quick movement, he’s back to attending to dinner on the stove. He tosses the vegetables in the pan with ease, a smug look on his face as his eyes twinkle in hot direction.

“That’s not a secret, idiot,” he shoots you a shit-eating grin, “anyone with eyes knows you do. Fuckin’ lovesick it’s almost embarrassing.”

You gasp, offended as you give his shoulder a shove while he cackles at the irritated look on your face—and it’s when you realize it. He’s good at bothering you too. Maybe even better, actually.

“You asshole,” you scowl, “have you ever tried to be romantic in your life—”

You’re cut off with a kiss. Soft. Warm. Slightly chapped. Lingering longer than it has to. When he pulls away, his attention is back to the stove as he continues with dinner.

The sizzles are louder.

“I love you too, you shitty woman. It’s not a fuckin’ secret or you’re just dumb.”

It’s not a secret.

He cuts your strawberries and pumps gas in your car. (You’re too last minute about it for his liking.) He wipes your makeup when you’re tired and folds your laundry that you say you’ll get to. (You don’t ever get to it.) He stands so the sun isn’t in your face and keeps a spare jacket for you in case you’re cold. (Apparently jackets don’t ruin outfits if they’re boyfriend jackets.)

And you’re not dumb. You know he loves you too. You just needed to say it in the way you know best—by getting under that thick, stubborn skin of his.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you bite your lip to keep from smiling. It’s a bit of a useless effort. “You’re pretty embarrassing when you have a crush.”

Unstoppable force meets immovable object. You give Katsuki a headache. He loves you for it.

I just don’t want to make dinner that’s all. I would like it if katsuki could make me dinner while I just be cheeky and annoying