#tlw

[ladymalchav]

I don't write for the weewoo fandom, but I just got gobsmacked with the image of Buck showing Tommy a tattoo of Tommy's name on Buck's hip.

Tommy says that's too much. They're not even married, not even engaged! and Buck's says something like 'We may not be forever, but you'll always be my first*.'

and then they fuck

*a very simple way to say something very complex, I know. I can't control my brain!

[piplupcola]

Move over Mouse, it's time for a DreamWorks Uprising

[vvampirelust]

just thinking about how passionate tribbing w Shane would be…. 

warnings: smut, tribbing/scissoring... uuhh yeh thats it

So desperate. So close. Shane’s hands pulling your hips into her. “Need to feel your pussy. fuck, come here,”  she begs, voice wavering on the edge of breaking. It’s not even about making each other cum. Shane’s obsessed with the way your soft, wet cunt feels grinding against hers. Fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. 

You’re buried within her shoulder when you ask, “Yeah?” and Shane throbs when she hears the breathiness in your voice. Shane meets the next slide of your pussy over hers, your slick catching her hooded clit in a way that makes her moan out, fingertips pressing deeper into your skin, “Just like that, yeah.” Sound turning guttural when her head falls back on the pillows. So, you pounce, lips finding Shane’s neck in an open-mouthed kiss, mumbling, “M’right here, baby,” your voice sultry, the need for her evident. Especially as you fuck yourself against her with more force than before, dragging out your own whiney moans, muffling hotly into her skin. 

“Gonna fuck you so good,” you whimper, bumping your clit into hers. Shane chases the sensation, hips rising in a rut to kiss your nub yet again. A soft chuckle leaves Shane, teasing tone in her voice, “Oh really?” Mouth working upwards, you trail wet, hot kisses along her neck, reaching the sensitive spot beneath her ear. 

Shane’s gasp is drawn out into a near pathetic whine when you angle your hips to properly sit your cunt atop hers. “Uh huh,” grinding slowly, an elicit squelch can be heard from where you meet. Messy pussies seeking out each other’s heat. Tilting her head towards you, fingers sweep back the hair from Shane’s damp forehead, allowing you to look down at that pretty, fucked out face of hers. “You like that?” 

“You know I do,” she groans, “best pussy I’ve ever had babe.” Grinning, you kiss her then, giggling as Shane’s mouth drops open so she can fight your tongue for control. Muffled noises of pleasure are passed back and forth, swallowing each moan with fervour. You savour the taste of her tongue, the feeling of the wet muscle swirling with yours, exploring your mouth like she’s done countless times before. Yet each kiss somehow feels like the first. The pace of your thrusts quicken, becoming lost within your need to feel her, to please her. Her breathy whimpers only drive your hips with more urge, swollen and sensitive clits grinding so perfectly. Shane wraps herself around you, hands sliding up your bare back, clutching your body to hers. “Fuck, fuck baby,” she breaks the kiss to mutter against your lips,  “don’t stop.” 

With a shake of your head, you reassure her, “I’m not stopping…pussy’s too good,” you coo, watching the way her brows furrow, eyes threatening to close as the pleasure builds. “I wanna make you cum,” You tell her, proving so in how your cunt presses to hers. 

Shane moans out, back beginning to arc off the bed. “Shit…okay. Make me cum babe.” 

[60sgroove]

Do you think that being a witch makes me evil? Capable of murder, even? Do you know what it’s like to really suffer? To have to fight and fight until you’re too exhausted to go on? Witchcraft is my religion. And this religion, which is older than your Christianity, saved my life.

[seethesin]

multitasking

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, facesitting, cunnilingus (mdni, 18+)

a/n: based on this prompt. enjoy :)

The dinner party invitation from Bette & Tina came as a surprise to you. You accepted, of course, wanting nothing more than to spend quality time with Shane's loved ones. However, a part of you couldn't understand why you were added to the guest list. What you and Shane had was—for lack of better words—a situationship. Neither of you expected more out of the other than incredible sex, mutual respect for boundaries, and someone who was always down to have fun. Something as intimate as attending a dinner party together screamed commitment. Regardless, the two of you agreed to go together. Shane insisted on picking you up by 7:00 to be there for 7:30.

"It makes it easier," you remember Shane justifying over the phone. She babbled on about something regarding limited parking space; in hindsight, it was a lame excuse just to spend more time with you.

As promised, Shane was punctual. She was at your home by 6:30 sharp for a pickup. However, you were nowhere near ready. Thankfully, you showered, dried, and styled your hair already. But, you still needed to pick your outfit and put makeup on. You were going to need at least a half hour.

Shane blaring her car horn while parked in your driveway brought you back into reality.

"Oh my god," you mutter to yourself, searching your bedroom for your phone. Finding it underneath the dresses splayed over your bed, you smash the call button by Shane's contact and wait. Her car horn finally stops and your favorite husky voice answers on the other line.

"I'm here, [Y/N]."

"Yes, I know Shane. As does the rest of my neighborhood."

She chuckles, tickled by your tone.

"Are you ready?"

"Not yet, I still have to do a few things."

"Do you know what you're wearing yet?"

Silence. Shane's laughing now.

"Should I come in and wait?"

You sigh, defeated. "I'll unlock the door."

You end the call and hustle over to the front door. You unlock it and hold it open for Shane as she makes her way towards you, a smug smile glued onto her face.

She looks good. She always does. But there was something about the tailored suit jacket, dress shirt, and trouser combination she donned that made her look even sexier than usual. You shake that thought out of your head; you need to get ready.

"Hey, [Y/N]," she greets you, stepping into your home as you shut and lock the door behind her. You turn to face her and she's already leering at you. Her smirk does not falter.

"You sure you don't want to wear that tonight?"

Glancing down at yourself, you blink back your shock. Since you couldn't decide on what to wear, you kept your bra and underwear on but threw a robe over yourself for modesty's sake. If you weren't crunched for time, you would have taken it to throw a smart comment back at Shane. Instead, you playfully punch her in the shoulder, unable to stop yourself from grinning back. She holds up her hands in mock surrender.

"Do you want anything?" you ask, getting ready to step into the kitchen. Shane shakes her head, settling down on your couch instead.

"I'm going to finish getting ready. If you need me, I'm in my room, okay?" Shane salutes you like a soldier, snatching up the TV remote before turning it on. Half seriously, you roll your eyes before slipping down the hallway.

Your brain kicks into overdrive as you check the time. 6:34. Okay, you have some time.

Exhaling slowly, you look at the three dresses spread on your bed. Childishly, you close your eyes and whisper out the eenie meenie miney mo spiel to yourself. Once you finish, you open your eyes and take in your randomized decision. It was a batwing, beige a-line dress with a white floral pattern. Good enough.

Shedding your robe off, you slip into the dress before smoothing it out. You check yourself in the mirror and, once content with how you look, put the other dresses away. You then pull the chair out to your vanity and take a seat.

You’ve just finished applying a layer of foundation when you see Shane enter your bedroom from the corner of the mirror.

“Hey,” you offer, looking back at yourself and you start blending blush into your cheeks. She nods in reply.

“I got bored.” she finally admits, settling down on your bed. It sounds like Shane wants to add something to her statement, but she ends it curtly. She's fiddling with her rings, looking around your bedroom as if it's the first time she's been inside. If you didn't know any better, you would think something was making her nervous.

“So you’ve come to bother me?” you question teasingly, your tone light as you move onto bronzer.

Shane flashes a boyish grin at you, watching as you paint across your hairline with great interest. “Absolutely.”

“Lucky me.” It’s hard not to smile back at her, so you don’t bother to hide it.

Shane lays back on your bed, her legs draped over the foot of it while her head hits just under your pillows. She's staring at the ceiling, eyes wandering until she notes the windowsill above your headboard. Her brows furrow and then, a wicked thought crosses her mind.

"[Y/N]?" Shane's sitting up now, watching as you finish your highlight.

"Yes?"

"How much more do you need to do?"

"Just my eyes and lips, why?"

Shane beams.

"How good are you at multitasking?"

You don't follow. Your interest, however, is piqued.

"Pretty good. Why?"

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips as she stares at you. You know that look all too well.

"Set your stuff up on the windowsill and c'mere."

You watch her incredulously through the mirror before turning around to look at her directly. She's serious; she's waiting for you expectantly as she drums her fingernails on her thighs. You glance at the clock. 6:45. Fine, you'll humor her.

Gathering the rest of your makeup and a desk mirror, you walk towards your bed before putting everything down on the windowsill. You take a moment to set up the mirror before you look down at Shane.

"I'm here, Shane," you mimic her from earlier, watching as she lays back down on your bed. Raising her hands toward you, she wiggles her fingers in a come hither motion.

"Take a seat."

"Shane—"

"Multitask," she chides, one hand dropping to the hem of your dress. "Unless you really don't want to."

Truthfully, the idea of grinding your cunt into Shane's mouth sounded heavenly. Receiving an orgasm or two out of it sounded even better. So you relent, hooking your thumbs under the waistband of your underwear before sliding them off. Scooping up the skirt of your dress, you climb onto your bed and kneel over Shane's face.

"You ready?" you ask, watching Shane nod eagerly before seating yourself on her face. She grips your thighs, readjusting you so you're positioned comfortably on top of her. You reach for a makeup brush and shudder once you feel Shane lick a stripe from your slit to clit. Fifteen minutes you remind yourself as you start with your eyeshadow.

Shane, meanwhile, does not feel the same time crunch. She's consuming your cunt with open-mouthed kisses, pivoting to kitten licks to get a feel of what you like in this position. Her blunt fingernails dig into your thighs, grounding you as her mouth continues to work. A devious suck to your clit makes you whine and her smirk sears into your skin.

Meanwhile, you've managed to complete your eyeshadow for one eye and have moved on to the other. Shane is insatiable though; she rips another moan from your throat as her tongue rubs tight circles around your clit.

"Fuck," you whisper, trying to compose yourself before starting the other eye. Shane hums in pleasure underneath you; the vibration against your pussy makes you squirm. The coil in your stomach is beginning to tighten and desperately, you try to control your panting. You instead focus on breathing through your nose as you blend the powder into your lid. Shane keeps you on edge, her tongue flickering against your clit before sliding down to your slit.

It's when she slips her tongue inside your pussy that your resolve falters. You finished with the eyeshadow, but you didn't trust yourself enough to put eyeliner on. Or mascara for that matter. One hand sinks into Shane's hair, grabbing tightly as you lurch forward. You choke on a groan as your hips teeter, enjoying the feeling of her tongue pistoning inside you.

It's garbled, but Shane is snickering beneath you.

"Shane." It comes out as a pitiful rasp while you shake like a leaf. Maybe no eyeliner tonight. She pinches your thighs playfully to retort, making you swivel around her tongue. You opt instead to put your lipstick on. You remove your hand from Shane's hair to grab the tube in front of you. Popping the cap off, you twist before applying a quick swipe on your bottom lip. Another whimper peels from your throat as you feel the flat of Shane's tongue stroke against your clit. The tip pumps into you, maintaining the same rhythm as before.

The sensations are starting to overstimulate you. Quiveringly, you swipe your upper lip before mashing them together, rubbing the lipstick in. You snap the cap back and nearly toss it onto the windowsill, in favor of grabbing the edge of it for purchase. Your thighs keep Shane's head vised in place as your orgasm washes over you. You're gasping and panting as you cum, eyes screwed shut as your body goes rigid. Shane's pace slows, opting instead to let you rut into her tongue to ride out the remainder of your orgasm. A few moments later, you slump forward.

You feel her tap on your thigh gently and taking the hint, you scramble off her face. Shane takes a few seconds to rest before sitting back up. Her chin is shining with your slick and she rubs it off with the palm of her hand, throwing a half-lidded gaze in your direction.

"You look good," she slurs huskily, taking the time to drag her eyes down your face. You're not sure if you're flushing from her compliment or if it's just the afterglow.

"Thank you." You glance at the clock and your eyes go wide. "Fuck!"

7:05.

You spring back up to the windowsill, swiftly grabbing the tube of mascara before twisting it open and brushing it through your lashes.

"We're gonna be late!" you hiss, scanning through the rest of the products spread out in front of you. There was no time for anything else and you instead take a moment to look over yourself in the mirror. Hopping off the bed, you swipe up your underwear and pull them up, smoothing down the skirt of your dress.

Suddenly, Shane's hands are on your hips and she yanks you into her chest. You stop moving and peer up at Shane through your lashes. Your heart flips in your chest as she flashes you a rare, genuine smile.

"You know, there's a thing called being fashionably late, [Y/N]." She winks and you can't help but mirror her grin. You press a kiss on her cheek, almost upset that the lipstick didn't transfer.

"Doesn't mean we have to keep everyone waiting." You got her there. Nodding, she released your hips before motioning to your bedroom door.

"After you, sugar."

[padmaddean]

Bette & Tina The L Word s05e06 (2004-2009)

[d4ll4s]

“Your life is ending one second at a time”

Stebbins illust ive been working on and off on 😅 my hand is cramping so bad but I feel glad that I managed to get this finished today 💁‍♂️

[baambastic]

Considering that the first action set piece of The Last Wish positions Puss heroically in front of a rising sun…

…Mama Luna (“Luna” being Spanish for “Moon”) is thusly named because her home represents the sun setting on the legend of Puss in Boots.

[mysticdevils]

stephen king writing the long walk:

[angstflavoured]

"Outside that church in Santa Coloma--that was the first time I ever felt fear."

[fwirbanks]

[dadobabiedeleting]

Are you in love with me?

[ladymalchav]

*elevator music*

[seethesin]

introducing a strap-on into the bedroom

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: cursing, sexual content, strap-on dildos (mdni, 18+)

a/n: this one's completely for you guys; straps make me cringe. repost because the original was apparently too spicy🙄

Shane suggests it in passing, almost jokingly one night as you throw back beers together while watching TV

You're two Dos Equis in and truthfully, the idea doesn't sound half bad

You know how well Shane knows how to use her hands, so you figure a dildo would be incredible

She's surprised how quickly you agree, but immediately recovers when you give her the freedom to choose whichever would be the most comfortable for the both of you

Neither of you mention this conversation again until about a week later

The both of you are in the bedroom: a mess of sloppy kisses, heavy breathing, and wandering hands.

Shane's unhooking your bra and your hand is shoved down her pants and then—

"Holy fuck, you actually bought one?"

She laughs breathlessly in your ear, your bra unclasped before it drops to the floor

"Surprise," she singsongs, ducking down to take your nipple in her mouth as you grope at the silicone cock

You unzip her pants and pull it out from her briefs, staring in awe at the appendage

Shane's mouth glides to your other nipple, giving it a gentle bite to pull you back into reality

"Are you just going to stare at it or do you want me to fuck you?"

You don't need her to ask twice

Clamoring to the bed, you sit down and shrug your pants and underwear off

Shane watches you, mirroring your actions until her bottoms and briefs are discarded on the floor

The strap is out in all its glory, hanging lewdly from her groin

She steps out of the room, only to reappear moments later with a bottle of lube

Crawling onto the bed, Shane kneels in front of you, pops the cap open, squirts it onto her hand, and lubricates from shaft to tip

Your legs part reflexively and the flash of your already drooling cunt is enough for Shane's breath to hitch

The now closed bottle is tossed to the floor as she approaches

Impatiently, your legs hook around her hips and tug her forward

The dildo presses just right against your clit and your head lolls back into the pillows

You feel Shane's arm slide underneath your neck, her fingers threaded in your hair as she pushes your head back up

"No, I want you to watch the entire time."

Her other hand wraps around the cock, keeping it steady as she sheaths it inside of you

She does not move, watching your face contort from pain to pleasure as you adjust around it

Like a trained dog, she waits for your command to continue

Your legs are clenched around her hips, heels digging into her lower back to keep her where she is

Tears pinprick at the corners of your eyes; you didn't realize just how girthy this was going to be

After a minute, you nod your head, your legs loosening around her

"Fuck me, Shane."

Her thrusts start out slow, pulling back just enough to cause an ache to spread through your stomach

You need more friction and the desperate whine you elicit causes Shane to pick up her pace

Her hand is still buried in your hair, the grip refusing you slack while her other hand is pressed into the mattress for support

Her lips meander from your neck down to your chest, making sure to kiss, nip, and suck at every patch of skin she could reach

Meanwhile, your hips cant forward, off sync with her thrusts but it's enough to keep you on edge

Your nails are digging into Shane's back, trying to find any sort of purchase as she slams into you

Your mouth is on her neck, biting bruises down to the base

The sounds of your wet cunt, staccato moans, and skin slapping against skin fill the room

It is obscene, but you feel too good to even think about being embarrassed

The pleasure pools and builds in the pit of your stomach with each thrust; you know your orgasm is imminent

Your legs cage Shane back in between your legs, shoving her forward as she continues to piston the dildo inside of you

Shane withdraws her hand from your hair, only for it to slide down your abdomen and bury itself between your legs

Her fingerpads swipe spirals into your clit and you sob from the new wave of pleasure that washes over you

You last maybe a minute longer before you're cumming underneath her: shivering, sobbing, and shouting

Shane's fingers are in her mouth as she watches you slump back into the pillows

You're still clenching around the dildo and her pace slows as you ride the rest of your orgasm

Once you finish she pulls out completely, the dildo slapping her thigh with a nasty, wet plop

Her hands are on you: smoothing your hair, stroking your face, and settling on your shoulders as you slowly come back into reality

"Welcome back," she rasps with a lopsided grin, one you can't help but to replicate

"We have to do that again."

The dreamy tone in your voice has Shane snickering, her lips peppering kisses against your skin until you pull her in for a sweet, sensual kiss

[padmaddean]

Bette & Tina The L Word s05e09 (2004-2009)