#i'm obsessed with her

[faunshiii]

any merlin fans out there..... have a wip

[rileykeouhg]

PAMELA ANDERSON Inside Pamela Anderson’s Stella McCartney Handbag | In The Bag

[killingyves]

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

That's Nuey. But the villagers call him Nuey, the Green Queen.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

"quackity, YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE. foolish, EAT SHIT. tina, FUCK YOU. DREAM. that should do it" QTCINDERELLA WERHJKDSGVN??????

[arienai]

Since I've started reading the manga. Here are some Small Sorawos

[multifandotakugirl]

Usher Family Text Post Meme

part 2

[alexisrosemullens]

Casey Wilson as Penny Hartz Happy Endings | 1x01

[bea-m19]

She really is a massive deal!!🩷

[azuremarie]

hat | hair | necklace | top | pants | cas background

I made a skater girl sim today and I love her :3

@trillyke @marsmerizing-sims @b0t0xbrat @kamiiri @ellcrze

[plusthreerabbits]

[Video description: Nyx, a black and tan rabbit, on a wooden porch. She stands up and approaches a brown cushioned chair and hops up onto it. /end]

me, off camera: LOSING MY MIND

[sincerelysoft]

new oc in the works. Everybody needs a mad scientist

[alt-simz]

Jessie

hair // @simstrouble mask // @pralinesims eyeliner // @magbay eye color // @lamatisse

wcif friendly everything else (i'm lazy right now)

[seulzitos]

𖦹 ° 🪡 ˖ ✧ ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉ

𖦹 ° 🪐 ˖ ✧ ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉ

[q-nihachu]

Forever: (pointing to a dirt block on the road) That's a bomb

Baghera: (walks directly onto it and stops. it doesn't explode)

Forever: WHY DID YOU WALK IT?

Baghera: It's not :)

[throneofsapphics]

another lesson

Manon x f!Reader

Summary: Manon let you tie her up, but apparently you didn't do a good enough job.

A/N: I can't get this out of my head.

Warnings: nsfw, light bondage, pure smut

“Look at you,” you purred, “my little witchling all tied up, just for me.” Manon snarled half-heartedly, but her eyes were fixed on you, watching your every move. It boosted your confidence, and a smirk filled her features as you climbed on the bed, your fingers trailing over Manon’s bare thighs, both of you completely naked.

In one movement, Manon’s legs had locked around your thighs, pulling you closer, and she slipped out of her bindings with ease. You sighed as the witch pinned you on your back. “I’m surprised you lasted as long as you did.” 

Iron nails slid down, tracing lines down your chest, leaving the barest scratch. “Apparently I didn’t teach you well enough,” you let out a whimper as her nails dug in slightly. “I think you need another lesson.”   

She snatched the ropes you'd messily attempted earlier, before winding them snugly around your wrists, you watched carefully, trying to memorize her movements, but she lifted them over your head and attached them to her headboard. With the new angle you couldn't see what she's doing.

"This isn't exactly teaching me." You complained, and she ignored you. You tugged at the bindings, but your wrist didn't move, not one inch.

You opened your mouth to complain again, but she slipped her fingers inside, thankfully no iron, and ordered, "Suck." Your tongue twisted around them before letting them go with a pop.

"Look at my little kitty," she said, leaning down so her breath fanned over your ear. "All tied up, just for me." One knuckle grazed underneath your breast, and you whimpered, arching into her caress, but she moved away. “So pretty,” she murmured, sitting back between your thighs, her eyes absolutely devouring her body. You could nearly feel the heat following her gaze. Before one knuckle grazed your core, drawing a moan out of you. 

“So wet,” she commented, “and I’ve barely even touched you.”

“Please,” you begged. 

“What?” She asked, her golden gleaming.

“Touch me, please touch me Manon.” 

“Since you asked so nicely.” One hand grazed over your breast, the other cupping the back of your head as she sucked your bottom lip into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. 

Gods, she was addicting and you always felt like you could never get enough of her. Her hand tightened, gripping the back of your hair as she covered your mouth with hers, lips parting to let you suck her tongue into your both, gently biting. Manon moaned into your mouth, sending a sense of satisfaction through you. Her lips were warm, and soft, but she switched and kissed you brutally, leaving you dizzy and your lips bruised. One hand roughly squeezed your breast before iron nails dragged down your body, leaving small scratches behind. You pulled against the bindings, wanting to touch her, feel the warmth and planes of her body, but she leaned back and smirked. 

“You can touch me if you can escape those,” she teased, knowing you wouldn’t be able to. Instead, you managed to wiggle a leg between hers, pressing your thigh up against her core, feeling her slick arousal against you. Her eyes widened in shock for a second, before narrowing as she pushed up your body, pressing her core against yours, drawing a moan out of you. Too quickly, she moved, hands roughly pushing your thighs apart, as she bit and sucked across the inside of your thighs, leaving small purplish bruises behind.

"Manon," you breathed, her name a plea on your lips as back arched. She wrapped an arm over your lower stomach, pinning you down into the soft mattress.

"Yes kitty?" She murmured, looking up at you through her lashes. You tried to convey with your eyes what you wanted, but she was having none of that. "Words," She warned, accentuating it with a harsh pinch to your side.

"Please touch me," you nearly cried, and her finger barely ghosted over your core. "More please," You begged.

"You want my fingers inside your pretty little cunt, hm?" She said, but didn't wait for an answer as she plunged in, right to her knuckle, curling to hit the perfect spot. Her mouth sucked on your clit as her fingers moved slowly, but thrusting hard enough your body rocked with each movement.

It didn't take long for her to bring you over the edge, screaming her name as she fucked you through your orgasm, leaving you breathless and your body numb. Your legs were shaking, and she sliced through the constraints, her iron nails cutting them easily, without scratching or nicking your skin. She rubbed out your wrists, running gentle fingers through your hair. 

“I want to taste you,” you murmured, still groggy.

“Later,” she promised, pulling you to lay your head on her chest.