@xxonceuponafuckxx || A Wanda-Ful surprise

Jake and Wanda had started smoking with one another, the pair getting high almost every day together. He always blushed with the way she looked at him, the beauty had lingered on his mind more often than not; even late into the evening.

He hadn't noticed that Wanda stopped taking drags a while ago, she had actually rolled a second blunt and Jake had that almost entirely too himself. He put down the object in the ashtray, bloodshot orbs looking at Wanda. "Everything ok?"

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While Los Angeles nights had little by way of starlight—the city’s nightlife and the smoggy sky making sure of that—the moon still managed to shine as brightly as ever as it reflected the sun’s rays down onto the city below. Admittedly, this part of town was also quieter at night than a good deal of the city.

At least, it was a lot quieter tonight.

Quiet and sleepy. Just the perfect combination for the figure that pulled themself up onto a local museum’s rooftop through an open skylight and scampered to the parapet.

Penny glanced up and down the alley and street below to assure no one was around to see her, then scrambled down the fire escape. Halfway down, she took a nerf gun with a grappling hook attached to the muzzle from one of the two red belts slung crosswise over her hips and took aim at another fire escape across the way. From there, it was just a swing across and a scramble up the ladders to the other rooftop, and she was scott free.

Safely hidden behind an exhaust fan—or chimney? She never could really tell the difference—she giggled to herself and opened a pouch on her belt, pulling out the prize of her escapade: a gorgeous, smooth, fire opal the size of her palm that glittered in the moonlight.

With how careful she’d been, she never would have thought she’d missed seeing anyone else on the roof with her.

Undignified Road Trip

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Andrew walked around the gas station, looking for a quick snack. He was going to meet his buddies, who had just gone across States for college. It promised to be a fun weekend at the least. He just needed to gas up and wouldn't mind some snacks for the road, then would make a quick stop to the washrrom. He had quite a bit of hours until he would make it to his buddy's apartment. He slowly went between the short aisles, looking for something of interest.

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Sierra had been on a case for a couple days now. She usually went through news reports and articles, anything that looked suspiciously supernatural in nature. This time though she’d gotten an anonymous call. She was a little reluctant to follow the lead, because she was alone and not quite as experienced in areas outside of vampires. Not that she didn’t have the book knowledge but she’d only actually started going on cases after her parents death. Training at home only seemed to go so far.

The blonde was outside of a warehouse, after dark, and weapon in hand as she slowly approached the back entrance. She didn’t know what she was going to come across even if her attention was just to search for clues right now.

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Alex hadn't had any thoughts about how things would go when she'd discovered that Dr. Isley's email was still active on the company server. She'd just intended it to be like a prayer, something you say to help you feel better. Imagine her surprise when she got a reply from the reclusive doctor.

The discovery was too much for Alex to resist, so she immediately agreed and set up a personal day to go visit the site she was promised. Overgrown with vines, but that wasn't unexpected, given how Pamela had changed after her lab accident. What was unexpected was how the vines grabbed and undressed her, locking her hands and hips together for Ivy to play with. She was about to beg for mercy when the dildo forced its way into her open mouth. The command was too much to resist, so Alex began to finger herself, moaning as she did. She glanced over to the tattered remains of her clothes. Hopefully, she survived this to be embarrassed later.

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   “Oi! I’m not being a girl for wanting to get us somewhere warm and safe, Arthur! This weather is a dangerous! We could get frostbite and who knows what else.” He shivered at the thought of it, already cold to his toes as he shoved Arthur into the small abandoned home he’d managed to find. “Be mad at me all you like, but you’ll thank me later.” The tree he’d forced fallen with magic, not that Arthur had known it. He’d turned his back to the man, finding the fireplace. It was a mess, but there were some lingering bits of wood there and Merlin scrounged up what he could in the home around as well. While Arthur was at the door he rubbed his hand together and his eyes glowed gold, shortly after, the fire lit. “Over here, Arthur. Quit your bellyaching and get over here and get warm by the fire, won’t you?"

It’s for the greater good.

It’s funny how the people who chose to use those words, to justify the choices they force upon others, rarely consider how the “greater good” affects the other party.

Cassidy sighed as she sank further into her seat, the designer gown that she had been cinched into rustling against the leather of the chairs cushions. She already hated weddings, only fitting that she’d be miserable at her own as well. She drank slowly from her champagne glass as she watched her new husband work the room, her expression bored and clearly unimpressed.

“How much longer am I going to be forced to sit here and pretend I’m positively thrilled to be force into a marriage I didn’t want? I’m quickly losing interest in all of…” she paused, motioning around the room.. “This. I’d like to go back to my flat now.”

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Graham sat at the desk, lightly petting her hair as she sucked his cock. "Such a good girl." He had made sure his office door was closed, offering them some privacy. "You look good down there, might need to do this more often." His words were wrapped with moans, little hitches in breath.

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It was a skill that she never imagined she’d be good at. Not even after she watched countless adult videos. It wasn’t until she started doing it that she learned she was somewhat of a natural. Once her lips closed around his tip, she was swept off into her own little horny bubble, her mouth enveloping his c.ock at least once as she bobbed her head up and down him. His words had her glance up at him and then smirk, but not once did she break her stride, even when she had to swallow whatever pre-c.um had gathered at the back of her mouth.

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The princess had heard stories of this man but believed them to simply just be stories. It was not until one day someone came storming into the palace, warning many to never try and summon the dark one his deals can sometimes be at a great cost. Ever since that day, he could not get him out of her mind.

She wanted to leave. To explore the world and no longer be treated like a delicate flower. She wanted a new life and her father was not budging one bit. The instructions as to how to summon him were a bit vague, but she wrote down the man's name, ready to say it aloud. Eleanor took in a deep breath before she said out loud. "Rumplestiltskin, I wish to make a deal." Her eyes closed, afraid to open to see if her attempt had truly worked.

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The secretive master of the Beast of Avonlea was not in their castle when their promised companion arrived to what was to be her new home for the foreseeable future.

Unbeknownst to any outside of the castle staff, this was because there was no master of the Beast.

The master was the Beast.

And she was still on the battlefield, protecting the border Avonlea shared with Misthaven from the enemy that threatened both their kingdoms. Where she likely would stay for some days or weeks. It truly depended on how long it took before either side retreated for a short time.

So when her promised companion arrived at the castle in a border territory of the kingdom of Avonlea, it was the servants who greeted her and helped her get settled in to her quarters in the North Wing of the castle.

The servants were not unkind people, either. They were quite congenial, in fact. The three who spent the most time with their new perhaps-permanent guest were very welcoming indeed, and were obviously the members of the castle staff with the most responsibility and power among their ranks.

Fetch, throw a sextoy far away for my muse to bring it back in their mouth! Feel free to do whatever you want with the toy when they bring it back! (Regina and Sienna)

sienna crawled off after Regina had tossed the toy. she loved these sorts of games, her naked body chasing after the giant dildo like she was only a bitch. she smiled as she leaned down, wiggled her ass, and picked up the toy in her mouth.

Regina had told her to bring it back, so that was exactly what sienna did. she crawled back across the room, the toy gripped between her teeth, and sat it down at the royal woman's feet.

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🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

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WHY ARE WE NOT INTERACTING YET?

// well I hope that that isn't the case now 😋 you're always welcome to come and write with me - in fact I have our threads in my queue now so expect them soon!

Downpour drenched

Send "Downpour Drenched" for my muse to be caught in the rain and seek your muse out for shelter. | Accepting

Jo hadn't been planning on stopping at the Men of Letters bunker, but when the light rain turned into a blinding wall of water, she hadn't really had a choice. She almost didn't see the turnoff for the building, but it was a familiar enough path. She did trip down the stairs to the door, but that didn't matter. Pounding on the heavy metal door, she was shivering and her coat, her jeans - hell, her bra - was soaked through.

The door opened so fast it almost hit her but she didn't pause to chit chat about it, ducking under Dean's arm and into the dry comfort of the bunker. The door slammed behind her and then there was silence. Except for the rapid dripping coming off of every inch of her. "Sorry for not calling ahead. Didn't know the angels were flushing the toilet today."

Saved By An Outlaw

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The tavern was pretty loud at this time of night, as it usually was. And the crowd was no less rowdy than normal. It was a spot with a small inn attached for travellers within the city. It was a tavern she’d been…working for, for quite a few years now and she was never used to the crowds of men that poured in. Maybe because they were always rough with her too. A girl beneath even a tavern wench, not that her Master ‘employed’ them for a while. He found he made business with women more profitable another way. Her Master had more fun watching the men grab and push and the light fondle all night as she struggled to serve them drinks.

And tonight was one of those nights. She was picking up empty glasses and mugs, trying to weave through the customers with as much mouse-like invisibility as she could. And so far she had been doing a decent job around the drunken men. The quicker and quieter she was the more likely she could go around with less problems. At least until she was placing a fourth mug on the tray she had, she leaned back and tried to walk away but another man had bumped into her and it led her to sprawling on the floor. Her hands braced her fall but it led to the mugs and tray hitting the floor as well. The sound caught the attention of the entire tavern. She cringed as she heard laughter coming from all parts of the room. Before she could begin trying to get the tray, as she got up, she felt a hand slap her ass hard and it led her to hitting the ground again. She hissed slightly as her knees hit the floor hard. “Bad girl,” she heard one man say and the others laughed at the spanking. Biting her lip, hating the slight arousal that hit. Emma quietly began to pick up the mugs, though some of the men were now kicking them away just to make it harder.

Werewolf problem || Riley x Dean (closed starter)

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Riley had known for a couple weeks now that something felt off, since he'd been attacked on one of his hikes. He'd fully recovered, the bite had healed, but things just got weirder and weirder the closer he got to the full moon. Like the day or two prior he started feeling aggressive, flying off the handle easily. Something that was not common for the man. He was usually pretty mellow, soft spoken at times. Someone who'd do anything for anyone, so for him to blow his fuse, well normally it took a lot.

It was now the day after the full moon and the night before was a total blur. There were bits and pieces that tried to play through his head. Mostly a lot of pain, before he remembered blacking out but after that it was nothing. He was currently naked, somewhere unfamiliar. A warehouse? A building of some sort, and he could sense he wasn't alone. How could he sense that? He slowly, push off the ground to his knees, "Whose there.." he called out warily. Only then recognizing that he was not only missing clothes, but there was blood, was it his? He could feel the panic settling in his chest at the notion. His heart beginning to beat rapidly.

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   “What have you got to have a gloomy day about?” Merlin asked, a small teasing but concerned smile at his mouth. He had picked those flowers himself, going about the forest looking for the prettiest ones that he could find, ones that wouldn’t be at any of the shops. “You’re welcome, Morgana. Anything for you. Though don’t let Arthur know, he might get jealous.” He winked as if to say, ‘of whom’, which in Arthur’s case, he wouldn’t really know.