So, it's been a while. Six months, to be exact. Someone sent me a video of you back on the field, throwing again, so I guess you're back in good health. / @jceburrow

i'm surprised you're not in coma yet after a long week and all these flights. you should get some sleep. @bilelsh

"we never should've kissed-- that was our first mistake." / @mccntower

based on this nsfw gif

open to: f/m/nb (21+)

muse: maxine. mid 30s

plot: maxine gets a new dildo - a bigger dildo than what she was used to. your muse walks in to maxine’s orgasm taking over.

after a bit of working, maxine finally sat completely down on the dildo, taking the entirety of the toy inside of her. it was bigger than what she was used to, so there was a sense of pride in fitting it completely inside of her. she let out a soft moan as she wiggled her hips slightly, the pleasure immediately coursing through her entire body. she begins a rhythmic thrust of her hips as moans escaped her lips. her breasts bounce ever so slightly as she put the pad of a finger against her clit, even more pleasure coursing through her body as her bundle of nerves got the attention it needed. she let herself work herself up as her pace continued to quicken, bringing her closer and closer to her climax. just as it overtook her, she heard footsteps in front of the door she had conveniently forgotten to close. “shit,” she said, her thighs shaking, her back arching, her breasts bouncing as her hips bucked with pleasure, her juices running along the large dildo. 

signing off...

okay this post was long due but i kept stalling it because i was hoping my feelings regarding this matter would change but it didn't. first of all, i would like to thank each and everyone of you who supported me in this journey. all the likes, reblogs and comments made me so so so happy. but at the back of the mind something else kept on working too...

if you are familiar with booktok, you must be aware of the whole hockey romance drama. it was a really famous one. incase you didn't know, here are some videos - link link. all of this made me question about if i should be writing fanfics in the first place.

let me make it clear though, i am not attacking my fellow fanfic writers. you all are some of the best people I have met, even better than some irl people. fanfic writing is therapeutic, it helps in practicing our writing skills - there are so many pros to it. however, i am losing my interest in it. the whole ethical pov of fanfiction is a bit of grey, but a little bit of daydream scenarios never hurt anybody. what i want to say is basically it's a me thing and why i am deciding to leave.

high school is almost ending and i will become busy with my academics. my craze about k-pop is slowly dying too. dw, i am not being entirely detached from the genre. it's just, studies are taking a toll and time and i don't contain the energy to write and fangirl properly.

i hope you don't hate me for what i said, and i am sorry if this offends anyone - I promise you I didn't mean it. your writings still bring me joy and some fanfics are better written than most of the published books out there. however, I just wanted to depart from this part. I guess my phase is slowly leaving as I am taking baby steps towards adulthood. I wish all of you a very happy future and thank you for loving this little blog and giving it so much love and support. I love you more than anything <3

tagging : @euncsace, @mochamvgz, @mangocustard16, @in2fly, @bluriki, @rsmura, @rizzkisworld, @cyberiwoo, @slytherinshua, @bunreis, @flickqr, @k-films, @kflixnet, @nyxvrse

tensions  have  lingered  between  them,  sparked  by  what  she  perceived  as  a  jealous  outburst  at  the  party  and  the  added  weight  of  another  failed  relationship  of  his,  somehow  linked  to  her.  it's  an  unusual  scenario  for  the  best  friends,  yet  it  hasn't  deterred  her  from  fulfilling  the  commitment  to  the  trip  as  promised.  however,  the  initially  planned  four-person  adventure  has  dwindled  down  to  just  the  two  of  them.  “i  guess  it’s  just  us.”  she  mutters,  folding  her  arms  around  her  chest  in  response  to  her  brother's  text  message.  she  then  ambles  over  to  the  fireplace,  poking  at  the  fire  with  subtle  frustration.  “this  was  mj’s  idea.”  she  grumbles  under  her  breath  —  well,  as  long  as  he’s  still  paying  for  the  getaway. / @decadentias

"i just want to go home ."

           𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 ୨୧ 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌

crafted   ,   then   sharpened         ⸻         the   heir   of   karhold’s   skills   were   not   mere   party   tricks   .   the   hunt   was   as   sacred   to   the   huntress   ,   as   were   their   old   gods   .   but   children   ,   𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝   ,   wide   eyed   and   pure   hearted   ,   were   curious   creatures   of   nature   .   one   tossed   the   red   fruit   into   the   air      :      as   high   as   their   might   allowed   them   .   the   whistling   of   the   arrow   is   as   mute   as   the   beating   of   butterfly   wings   ,   and   finds   its   target   with   natural   ease   .   the   little   cheers   are   heart   warming   ,   as   tender   fingers   play   with   the   curls   of   the   young   noble   that   caught   the   apple   .   but   the   sun   is   setting   ,   children   ushered   off   by   their   parents   ,   and   lisa   is   believed   alone   in   the   courtyard   .   𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍   𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅   𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆   𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾   .   eyes   of   molten   gold   bore   into   the   shadow   following   them   ,   the   tip   of   the   sharp   arrow   pointed   indiscriminately   to   company   .         “      it   would   be   wise   to   come   forward   ,   less   i   mistake   you   for   an   animal   .      ”

open to male muses something like boyfriends, Aralin maybe once saved your muse from drowning

"Say that again and I promise you, next time you’re struggling in the water I will drown you myself.” Aralin looked back at the other in a daring way. “Call me a fucking fish again, I dare you.” He was so easily angered or maybe the other just knew how to get under his skin. But then, he rather was called a fish than a shrimp... both names he absolutely hate and yet, it seemed like the other male loves using those.

ugh, your set at coachella was amazing! espresso is such a lady jam.

@sabriiinas

"wow, look at this view..." poppy expressed in awe, eyes bright and grin wide from the sunset the two were viewing from the bonfire the two were sharing on the beach. poppy had bought ingredients for s'mores for the two to share, and she cuddled up next to isaac, bundled up in a blanket as she prepared the ingredients. "i can't believe we actually pulled this off somehow." / @mccntower

based on this nsfw gif

open to: f/m/nb (21+)

muse: ros. early 40s

plot: ros wears a button up shirt without a bra and the shirt comes undone in front of an employee, bartender, stripper, random hookup, girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, best friend, best friend’s brother, etc., behind the bar where she's serving costumers.

ros knew she had been playing with fire when she wore the skimpy button up shirt without a bra, but she had worn the shirt plenty of times without a problem. she figured she would be fine, until she wasn't. she had been passing a beer across the bar when the shirt popped open, her breasts tumbling free. she was not expecting that, or the feeling it gave her chest and stomach. her eyes were trained to the floor as she tried to get the shirt button back into place, trying not to stare at anything else in the room.

❝    @anchoragestarters     —     STARTER  DELIVERY     ;     CLOSED ! LOCATION:  LAST  PIN  STANDING    ↯    DATE:  FRIDAY,  JANUARY  12 CAP: 7/5  ( NIKOLAI, SAYLOR, BAMBI, BRYN, ARLO, TOMO, & LEO )

       a visit to the bowling alley after a FUN, EVENTFUL drag show was called for, especially during discount game night! well, maybe not the day of, but certainly the next day. they were likely mixing up the place’s offers, or whatever, but they wanted to have a good time. he invited a few people he knew and didn’t oppose the idea of having random patrons of the bowling alley join in the fun. so addison wasn’t entirely there, but he was present, and that was all that mattered at this point in the evening. “i dunno if anyone else is gonna show up; if you’d like, we can go ahead and start a game of our own, you know. just you and me. what do you say?” if their company wanted to, they could order food for themselves and their party; it was all just assumptions at this time. anything to make the air feel less stuffy and awkward for addison and the other(s). it was rather challenging for them to make friends, let alone keep a conversation going, but they were open-minded with just about anything and anyone, and the other’s presence was, of course, appreciated nonetheless!

“are  you  wearing  my  shirt?” / @orangesunrises

bloody hook is so……

closed.

astarion does think he can have his moments, where he gets what he likes to call good ideas, and after standing there in the entrance to one of shar's trials he found himself bored, and desperate. he had an orthon to kill. and there was an orthon, breathing and walking around still. that didn't get him any closer to knowing more about his scars, about what cazador had planned...he trusted his experience enough that whatever it was it was foul, whatever astarion could come up with in his head he expected it to be ten times worse. so, he absolutely thought that as much as it was entertaining to see shadowheart run around trying to fulfill shar's requests he could not take his mind off the damn thing.

so, do not blame him when he gently suggested to symon that they could potentially go and stake out the next trial. maybe it would give shadowheart some sort of advantage but most importantly it would put him one step closer to getting done what needed to be done. and then, symon had done the unexpected and actually follow astarion into the next imposing room. finally someone who listens to good sense and even greater instincts.

they are making up their way to the room, ceremonial statue and knife in the proper spot with another door behind them. astarion, gesturing over to the plate, an expecting look on his face. "well..." he started, displeased with the thought of having to do anything for a god. "...get on with it, then." he assumed, for the most part that symon would potentially take one for the team. "i'm guessing a little cut would be sufficient." it was kinda sad, seeing blood be wasted so terribly.

@symunuk