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rinhaler · 5 months

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ur stepdad!gojo and uncle nanami fic got me feeling things so much so i felt the need to go into anon to confess bc im just so feral for this idea LMAO

ik ur not taking requests, and this isnt really a request but i just wanna leave this here as a lil tidbit or lil scenario bc ur fics had my mind running and i have nowhere to put it, and you can do with it as you wish, but here:

reader being a camgirl as a way to earn extra money to buy nice shit (should be paying for school but lmao) ofc, this doesnt go unnoticed by stepdaddy gojo and uncle nanami. They question where youre getting the money to buy all this cute shit, and ofc u make up an excuse, but they dont buy it.

gojo or nanami, could be either one, stumble upon your little…. “operation” one night, totally by accident while trying to get their rocks off.

they confront you about it, and perhaps they both tag team you at the same time while youre “working”, on camera for all to see. and you make SO MUCH MONEYfrom just that one night 👀

do with this as you will, just felt the need to drop this here hehe >:3

-simp anon 🐚🩷🍬

BABE I'M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER BC I'M AN IDIOT AND TOTALLY DIDN'T PROCESS THE "THIS ISN'T A REQUEST PART" 😭😭😭

when i tell u when i first got this ask my jaw was on the FLOOR

I honestly don't know which idea I like better? The thought of them both accidentally coming across you doing a show and perving over it is so hot. Maybe Nanami finds it first and doesn't immediately tell your step daddy. He has to jerk off to it first?? He's a little taken aback by how confident you are considering how shy and seemingly innocent you are in person.

And I know Gojo is going to be teasing Nanami about being on a cam girl site.

"How did you find this, huh, Nanami?" completely winding him up with a smirk on his face that Nanami just has to ignore.

You aren't live when he shows your step daddy. He just shows him your profile. They both act clueless when you get home from college, saying your hellos and goodbyes as you go up to your room to study. (meanwhile you're actually just doing your makeup and picking what lingerie to wear to your stream).

They both hang out in the kitchen until your mother goes to bed, telling her they're just having a nightcap before her dear brother hits to road.

And then you're live, the audio playing quietly as you perform. Gojo is so surprised to see you like this but he just can't ignore the tent he feels forming in his pants.

They decide to interrupt your little show, and your viewers take note of how good your acting is! Plus the whole step-cest angle is really hot.

You make the most money you've ever made thanks to them double stuffing you and pumping you with so many loads you can barely see straight 💗

#💌 — luxe mail #simp anon 🐚🩷🍬#not mine #cam girl!au #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento smut #kento nanami smut #nanami kento #kento nanami #uncle nanamin #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #satoru gojo #tw:incest #tw stepcest

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world-of-aus · 11 months

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Live Now

Pairing: Camboy!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Warnings: NONE.

Authors Note: Here is Part 2 to our cammers, this is just to build story up I promise the other installments will have all the smut. Enjoy Buns and Happy Readings!

Bucky stares at the message, a chuckle building in his chest as he rereads it. The cursor blinks back at him, waiting for a one-time quick wit response from him.

His fingers hover over the keys, he types.

I‘After that live, well I guess you could say I’m a fan in the making, had your name being dropped in my lives every other day, had to come see for myself what all the fuss was about, you don’t disappoint do you siren?’

Bucky plans to leave you with that, but when he moves the cursor back over the ‘x’ to close the tab your reply is coming through.

‘Looks like I’m going to owe your following a thank you, perhaps on my next live. I’m not too keen on disappointing, I like being a good girl.’

Bucky feels his cock stir as he reads, then rereads your message, his fingers move over the keys.

‘I’ll make sure to let them know to swing on by for that thank you. Is that so, well something tells me you’re not always a good girl siren, you look like you need a good knee to be tossed over occasionally.’

His cock hardens in his grey joggers at your response.

‘Are you offering, because I wouldn’t decline, I could be so good for you.’

Any other time and Bucky would have jumped at the opportunity, but he already had someone scheduled to join his live this week, and while he would have loved to get out of his predicament, he had numbers to build, and he knew dropping one of the highest rated female cammers could have his numbers dropping within minutes if word got out.

‘Not sure you can handle me siren.’

Is what he offers instead, it’s not a ‘no’ but it’s not a ‘yes’ either - yet. Your response comes in seconds later.

‘A shame, well I hope to one day get the chance to prove you wrong, till next time xoxo.’

Bucky smiles at that, his fingers clicking the tab closed, and opening another shortly after, and while his work email loads, he has no doubt that you’ll get that chance, he just had a loose end to tie.

The loose end shows up as an unread response. Vixen.

‘Buckmeup I look forward to our live tomorrow, let me know whether you prefer my place or yours.. Can’t wait to meet you.. Xx – Vixen.’

Bucky types up his reply, inputting his address before shooting the message back. When performing a live with another cammer he preferred his space, it made sure he was in control of the situation at all times, and he liked being in control, and inviting Vixen over ensured that. He had a good amount of time to prepare before tomorrow.

You were on cloud nine; it had been a day and you couldn’t rid yourself of the feeling, giddiness washing over you in waves as you reread the messages between you and buckmeup for your friend. “I can’t believe it Tasha,” you breathed into the line, “buckmeup, thee buckmeup watched my live, he’s the hottest, highest rating male cammer right now!”

The redhead laughs over the line, “and he’s also your only favorite male cammer right now,” she teases. “You still looking around for that replica dildo of his junk?”

“Natasha,” you whine, “you think I have a chance though?” you question after a brief pause.

“Y/n that man would have to be seriously stupid for him to pass a chance up with you, if anyone should be worried it should be him not being able to handle you, not the other way around. You’ve built yourself up, you don’t need a man to help with that.”

Your teeth find your lower lip as you look at the messages screen, your friend was right. “I can hear you overthinking, stop it.” Your fingers close the tab, “I’m sorry,” you whine, “but the man who fuels my fantasies said I looked like I needed to be tossed over a knee, I think I'm allowed this moment, this has never happened before!”

Natasha’s laughing, “what am I going to do with you?”

“Help me get to the top,” you offer “take vixen’s number one spot away?”

“If you keep following my advice, I have no doubt that you’ll reach the top soon, I mean look, your favorite cammer messaged you I’d say you’re at the halfway mark babe.”

The giddiness returns, “he did, didn’t he.” The two of you laugh, “you sure you don’t want to come out with Clint and I tonight, it’ll be fun, you can tell me more about your interaction too.”

“Tasha I refuse to intrude on date night, Clint may have been oblivious to the first time where I seemingly just happened to show up by myself at the same bar and grill as you two, but he’s going to know somethings up the second time around.”

“Boo you whore.”

“Hey,” you laugh, “I have uploading to do anyway, I finally finished editing those shots you took of me the other day.”

“Uhuh, are you sure you won’t be viewing someone’s live tonight instead of uploading those edits?”

“Natasha,” you laugh those it does little to hide your true intentions, “I do have to upload – and maybe take a small peek at buckmeups live – he said he was going to tell his viewers to come get their thank you from me, I have to see if it’s true!”

The two of you laugh, Clint voice cutting through in the background, your friend sighs, “listen I’ve got to go, but I’m dropping by tomorrow, there’s a set I want you to try on.”

“Is it more revealing then the first?”

You can see her smirk through the phone, “you bet, see you tomorrow lover!

“See you tomorrow, tell Clint I said hi and that we should get together soon!”

The call ends with a click, your phone being tossed off to the side as you settle into bed. The photo editor goes ignored as you open a new tab, typing in the website you settle further into your sheets as it loads.

You don’t have to go any farther than the first page, his profile one of the first ones to choose from. His live now notification blinks before you, welcoming, inviting. You click on it instantly, your screen going black before his figure comes onto the screen, but he’s not alone. A brunette lays spread naked on his sheets, her fingers dancing along her body as she waits for him. You don’t have to wait long to find out who she is, vixen.

Of course it was vixen.

A part of your mind screams at you to close the page, but the bigger part of you screams to stay, to sit and watch what she brings to the table and see the ways you could do better.

You find it's almost painful to sit through this live, your fingers not having drifted south once since it started. You’ve almost closed the tab three times with how hard Vixen was laying it down, but you were determined to see it through to the end.

You nearly breathed a sigh of relief when Buckmeup’s orgasm finally hits, you’d say that was the best part of this live, and with the way the coins were hitting his account you’d say his viewers thought the same as well. You should have exited at this point, but you waited, watching as Buckmeup thanked his viewers for being so good for them, that he couldn’t wait to see them next time.

Your screen goes blank after ‘buckmeups live has now ended’ appearing on the screen before you. You’re not sure what you feel in that moment, can’t quite decipher the feeling as you exit the screen. As you open a new tab, fingers taking you to your website of work you think the feeling may be a lit fire as you upload your newest edits.

‘To buckmeup’s fans, thank you, come join me tomorrow live, for a good time.. Xoxo – Siren’

#camboy!bucky #cam girl!au #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au

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milfclarke · 1 month

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Wanna see Me topless??

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 4 months

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Question of the day: if one of the Baby Bats came up to their daddy and asked, "Where do babies come from?" How would one of the boys react and / or answer them?

#Is this a topic they cam handle well #Or is this a Bluey and Bandit situation #cherry rambles #the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1997 #fruitbats🦇🍒#tlg au #the lost girls #the lost girls au

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daisychainsandbowties · 10 months

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thinking a normal amount about a treasure planet au. Beatrice on her solar kiteboard, doing the daredevil flip sequence framed against the setting sun and then getting hauled kicking and screaming back to her parents’ house in manacles with a defiant expression on her perpetually dirt-smudged face.

climbing out the window at the first opportunity to go down to the dockside inn, making nebulous plans to steal her kiteboard back but ending up down at the edge of the dock staring past her boots and into the mists. gripping tight to the wood beneath her as she looks up at the sky and dreams of anywhere but here, of stealing a skiff to get off this planet. a reluctant twinge at the thought of going alone.

Bea with all her star maps and her intricate knowledge of spaceships and their solar sails and how to navigate out there where the artigrav net is all that stands between you and floating through nothing, forever.

startling when she hears the familiar sound of someone booking it down the pier on wooden crutches. night has already started to speckle the sky above, and as she listens to the thunk of the crutches on the pier, Bea thinks of the complicated metallic lattice she has on her desk at home, partly disassembled because she’s still trying to work out parts of the engineering. Ava’s birthday is in a month.

she has to stay that long, and then she’ll leave. she will.

turning to watch as Ava races towards her with soup stains on her shirt and messy hair jammed flat beneath a ‘pirate’ hat she bought off of a traveling salesman last year. the tricorn wobbles precariously on her head as she moves. Beatrice just waits, a slight smile on her face.

there are bruises high on each of her arms, from the pincer-like grip of the police bots, manhandling her away from her kiteboard to snap manacles around each wrist.

she rubs at the skin there, but ignores the bruises.

when Ava arrives, a little out of breath, Beatrice holds up a hand so she can help herself down onto the pier. there’s no water beneath them, only a few hundred meters of empty air and curling mist.

Ava keeps one hand on Bea’s and the other on her shoulder, letting the crutches clatter down between them as she sits.

“Mom says you got arrested again,” Ava says cheerfully. “She says they’re threatening to send you to prison.”

Beatrice shrugs, “I wouldn’t mind it, so long as my parents did not visit.”

Ava’s fingers are covered in bright red band-aids, from chopping vegetables all day with her poor hand dexterity. Beatrice watches the colours blur as Ava punches her in the arm, right on the bruises. “Liar, I know you’d miss me.”

her arm throbs painfully, but Beatrice’s expression is carefully neutral as she responds.

“I might.”

she stays with Ava that night, both of them reading her old book with its floating images of ships and canons and pirates leaping from vessel to vessel. Captain Flint, materialising out of empty space to steal away gems and gold, “the loot of a thousand worlds.” Ava traces the projected lines of the solar sails with her fingers as they flicker into being.

Beatrice has repaired the book over and over, making the colours brighter and sharper. the tiny shapes of pirates all made up of light. Ava has the book open on Bea’s chest as she lies next to her, legs all entangled in the sheets they’ve kicked off because the night is so warm.

she seems oblivious to how Beatrice’s breath hitches at almost every touch.

they’re almost asleep when they hear the explosion, a ship crashing into the cliff-side, tumbling over and over before they hear the pop and hiss of heated metal. a bloom of smoke outside the window.

Beatrice gives Ava a piggyback ride down the stairs just before Ava’s ‘mom’, Suzanne, emerges with her pulse-rifle primed, hair loose around her shoulders.

they stumble into the yard and discover a pirate, a robot, still bleeding from a wound in his abdomen, crawling from the wreck of his ship. Beatrice heaves a shard of twisted metal away from him and finds the surface slippery with blood.

behind her, Ava sways a little, shivers in the cold air, but she’s still standing when Beatrice turns back to her.

the dying pirate tells them almost nothing useful. he’s half-mad, cluching at Beatrice’s shirt until the seams tear at the collar, then turning to Ava. he fetches out a lockbox from his ship, blood spilling onto the ground at the movement. unlocks it and takes odd sphere from inside.

it drops into Ava’s palm as he rasps, “Whatever you do, don’t let them find it.”

then he wheezes, shudders, stills.

they stare at him, Ava’s free hand finding Bea’s, holding tight.

“Is he… dead?” Ava’s voice in the silence and the dark.

“I think so.”

then, in a burst of light and sound, in a shockwave of displaced air, a ship plummets down out of the clouds, pulling up an instant from the ground.

this second ship looms down out of the sky, pirates dropping from it and suddenly Suzanne is screaming at them to “GET INSIDE” from an upstairs window as she takes potshots at the misshapen shapes swarming down lines of hempen rope.

the air lights up with orange and yellow as explosions ripple down towards the crashed ship, towards the inn. Bea flings one of Ava’s arms around her neck and sprints for the door, Ava holding the sphere (or map?) tightly against her chest.

she sets Ava down gently onto one of the bar stools, runs back to barricade the door. her face is flushed, streaked somehow with engine grease and robot blood, which is black and slightly acidic.

they exchange a wide-eyed look, too much meaning in it to parse as explosions rock the floor. Ava has both hands clutched around the sphere.

they both almost scream as Suzanne runs down the stairs in a blur of dressing gown and gun. she has Ava’s crutches in one hand and her rifle in the other. she kisses Ava quickly on the forehead, “Thank the tides you’re safe.” leaves her with the crutches and then goes to fetch an ancient-looking blaster pistol out from behind the bar, presses it into Beatrice’s hands. “You know how to use this?”

“No!”

“Aim it away from your own face.”

and then there are pirates all around the house, glass breaking and fire crackling. Beatrice takes up the rear, pistol pointed at the front door as it bulges under the pressure of pirates flinging their bulk into it again and again.

they climb out of a window, Suzanne producing a kitchen knife and jamming it into the neck of a pirate loitering uncertainly outside the bolted shutters. there, covered by a tarp, is Suzanne’s old motorcycle with a sidecar attached. lantern-bugs scatter out from under it as Suzanne throws the old tarp away, gestures for Beatrice and Ava to climb in as she covers them with her rifle.

there’s a roar from somewhere in the dark and Suzanne fires a shot, hops onto the motorcycle and revs the engine. then they’re moving, pirates parting before them like the ocean neither of them have ever seen, the vast bodies of water that don’t even exist on this planet.

they seek refuge with Jillian, an archaeologist who frequents the old inn, claiming that she can’t make her coffee taste of anything but soap. she examines the orb, reluctantly passed into her hands by Ava, her and Bea wrapped in an old blanket, sitting by the fire in Jillian��s immense study.

Jillian fiddles with it for an age before sighing, looking almost angry with herself.

“I can’t… seem to make this work.”

Ava holds out her hand, silent. “let me try,” and Beatrice makes a face at Jillian when she hesitates.

the pirate gave the sphere to Ava; it’s hers.

it seems much larger in Ava’s small grip. she looks down at it for a while before her fingers start to move, slow but gathering momentum as she presses the little grooves and switches and indents on the sphere.

until it lights up, showing a map of the known universe, and parts of it that are unknown.

“Is that-” Beatrice feels her words drop away, like the ground beneath the pier where she has passed so many hours sitting with Ava’s hand in hers.

Ava turns to Beatrice, eyes bright as a pair of stars, “It’s treasure planet.”

#treasure planet au #warrior nun #avatrice #and yeah what about cyborg shannon & mary her first mate and their (pirate) spaceship/ literally just an 18th century frigate #thinking of shannon growing increasingly fond of beatrice who helps her with her star charts and the calculations for navigating space #both of them of course planning their betrayal but looking at these two girls slowly realising they're in love #furious conversations in the captain's cabin and lilith up in the crows nest half the time. cam pestering her with tea #🥹🥹 ava with morph the little pink blob who sure yeah belongs to shannon but hangs out 'spying' on mary in the kitchen #i just think ava and bea should run away and accidentally join a pirate crew together #it'll be fun (i say remembering the Black Hole Incident)#anyway maybe i will write this idk

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