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brossession-collection · 4 months

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Dad's Cam Show (Re-uploaded)

Note: This is a story I wrote in 2020 that was previously deleted by Tumblr. Couldn't find it until I stumbled upon am old hard drive. Hope you enjoy.

This social distancing shit is so boring. I get it. It’s needed. But god damn am I running out of things to do. Can’t even meet the guys I’ve been talking to on Grindr. Worse yet is that I’m stuck back at home. I was supposed to graduate college this year! Instead I was slumped over a computer screen in my PJs with my dad making his special pancakes. Ugh. Fuck this shit. I just wish I could go back to a better time.

Whatever. I’m done complaining. Dad’s getting groceries which means I can snoop around his shit. Yeah I’m that bored.

Dad’s a big burly guy. Heading into his mid-forties now and starting to gray up a little, but still keeping his body builder life style. He’s pretty open with me. He told me he used to do cam shows back before livestreams were even a thing. Made sense. Had to show off the bod somehow. Don’t know how mom thought about it but whatever. She’s out of the picture.

His room always had a musky woodsy cologne-y smell. His laundry hamper was even better. I always loved taking his briefs out of there and putting them on myself. I’ve been following his footsteps and bodybuilding myself, but I’m still a ways away before I have an ass and waist as large as his. So his 36in undies droop a bit. I grabbed his black cap too. Man. He loves this thing. Well, plus the 10 others caps he has. He always had it topping his head. Pretty sure he wears it to sleep too. I put it on and flexed like him. I got a bit of a boner but nothing crazy.

His dinosaur of a laptop was open, and logged in. I know I shouldn’t have, but I did it anyways. There were so many folders within folders. So much boring shit… and then I found “cam pics.”

The briefs I was wearing tented and wetted. Fuck I was so scared to open it. But I clicked it and… In there was only one image. I clicked on it to make it bigger and it was my dad. About 13 years ago. He was shirtless, and wearing the same cap that I have on my head right now. My eyes drifted from his hairy arms to his chest to eventually his bearded face. He looked so… tired? There was something about the softness in his expression that really got to me. And then…

“Hey son! I’m home! Could ya help me with the groceries?”

Shit. I got up and scrambled. The briefs were soaked and still being soaked. I had so many windows to close out of. Then I started hearing his footsteps come closer. I panicked and grabbed the top of the laptop to close it, but I couldn’t move. Suddenly, all the windows on the screen started to close. All except for the image of dad I had opened it. It enlarged by itself, and then the laptop started to fucking shake. I tried to get it to stop but it just kept rumbling. Fuck it. I wound up my fist and punched the screen. But there was no impact.

In less than a second my body followed my wrist into the screen. Everything went bright, and I was in a different room. I looked around. It looked like my parents’ room at our old house. The same laptop was in front of me showing the same image as before. Dad’s younger face looking back… And then I saw his eyes move. I froze. I looked at the time. 12:56 turned to 12:57. This wasn’t an image. It was a fucking livestream.

I slowly tilted my head. Dad did the same. I widened my eyes. So did dad. A smile crept over our faces. I just time travelled! And into dad’s body! Fuck there was so much I could do now!

“PING”

A old-school AIM notification popped up on screen. I maneuvered dad’s hand to the mouse and clicked on it. “Hey daddy. You gonna give us a show or what?”

“PING”

“Let’s see those hairy pits man!”

Fuck. I guess dad wasn’t kidding about these cam shows. Shit how do I reply? Do I just say something?

“Uh…” I gulped. Dad’s gruff voice was in my throat. “You guys mean… uh… this?” I lifted and flexed dad’s right arm. Immediately his armpit hair bursted out. Moist and smelly. My nose naturally turned towards the sweaty pit. Holy fuck was it musky. I took a deep whiff and groaned.

“PING. PING. PING. PING.”

“Fuck yeah daddy. Sniff that pit.”

“God damn you’re a big guy. How’s it feel huh?”

It felt amazing being so big. Watching everything I was doing be reflected by my dad on the recording was even better. The cockiness came in.

I wheeled the office chair back and did a double bicep pose. Sweat dripped off his hairy pits. I gave my face a rub and felt his beard scratch against his callused fingers. Then my hands felt the need to go down to his chest. I never felt so much pleasure from nipple rubbing in my life. The pings kept on coming. It was euphoric.

Dad’s cock was tenting the briefs I had put on earlier. I uncaged his 7 incher and let out a whiff of junk musk that filtered into my nose immediately. I started stroking and couldn’t stop. My other hand reached under dad’s taint, through the forest of pubes, and rammed a dildo into my dad’s ass crack.

“PING. PING. PING.”

“Holy fuck this is new! We gonna see a fingering show today!?”

“God damn man you enjoying yourself?”

I was. Everytime Dad’s moans left my throat I felt cock twitch a little bit harder. It just felt so amazing to feel his beefy arms rub against his beefy chest. His toes curling with every electric shock of pleasure moving through his beefy ass and legs.

I shot his load. Let out a gutteral yell. And it didn’t stop coming. My beard was soaked with three shots of cum. Chest was drenched with eight more. At this point, sweat was trickling down my temples. I relished in dad’s orgasm and then relaxed in the chair.

I watched as the notifications went crazy. Dad’s soft eyes housing my consciousness. Ugh. It felt incredible. I glanced over at his hat and felt the need to take it off. I did, and felt a wave of cool relief come off my head. Dad’s hair was cropped short, like a messy crew cut. And it was dripping with sweat. I felt the need to say something.“You like that, men?” Dad had so much suave in voice. The pings accelerated.I smiled and played with my cock. I could feel another round coming but felt a bigger presence unfold. Suddenly dad’s body started to shake. I tried controlling it, but I couldn’t weigh him down. My arms were flailing before my hands grabbed onto the edges of the desk. I whipped my head back, then head-butted the laptop screen. Light filtered through.

I was back at home, in my dad’s loose fitting briefs, his cap nestled on my head. Dad’s footsteps came by, then turned another direction. Guess he wasn’t coming by his room just yet. I looked down at his briefs, now soaked with my cum. Fuck. Was it just a dream?

It must’ve been. Just a fucking horny fever dream. What the fuck ever. Better than what I had been doing up until now. I leaned over to close the laptop but noticed something.

The image had turned into a recording.

#possession #hairy #bear #jock #ghost #male possession #male body swap #dad #beefy #stinky

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spine0 · 9 months

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OCEAN GEM 🌊

I present to you Opalite (Sea Opal), Grian and Jimmy's fusion, possibly my fav design in a while :D

The second image is the first concept, the second one the doodle version of the drawing and the last one is a joke drawing I did bc I was bored ngl

Also, I know I have to upload a few comics but I want to upload a few designs that I've never did here like Grian and Scar after being fuse as Charoite for so long, Hotguy, Cuteguy and Poultry Man designs, I'll start in a couple of days, I'll do designs, comic, designs, comic

Gemcyt created by @chrisrin

A huge inspiration for this fusion was Abalone, created by @marblegroves , thank u again for your amazing designs and work, you're such an inspiration 💙

#gemcyt #grian #grian fanart #grianmc #solidaritygaming fanart #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #mcyt #fanart #pearlescentmoon #pearlecentmoon fanart

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faithisasuperstar · 1 year

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dancing in the dark → blaise zabini

blaise zabini x fem!reader

notes → in which blaise zabini changes the outcome of your night at the yule ball. ravenclaw intended reader

warnings → possible inconsistent personalities, still figuring out the characters, uploaded from my phone so might be weird

this was not what you were expecting when ron asked you to the yule ball. you had no clue that he had no intention to dance or have any sort of fun. he just sat next to harry, the two of them sulking together. it was embarrassing and dreadful. you didn’t know if you should just leave him and join your friends on the dance floor, or sit silently next to him. bored out of your mind, you were relieved when harry began trying to make small talk with you.

“so… y/n. how’s cho?” he leaned forward in his chair to ask you. you buried your face in your hands and groaned when you realized he didn’t want to know anything about your life, just about your friend he was madly in love with. it hurt you more than you’d like to admit. you had been preparing for this day for the majority of the year. you had chosen the perfect dress, took an hour alone perfecting your makeup, and had been using intense skincare months in advance to make sure you had clear, smooth skin for this event. and even worse, you were over the moon when ron asked you of all people. you had always found him attractive, and now your image of him was shattered.

“you two are unbelievable…” you muttered, on the verge of tears. you couldn’t take it anymore. standing up, you rushed to the nearest bathroom, finally begging to cry. falling to your knees on the floor of the bathroom, you sat and cried over your ruined night. maybe it was vain and shallow to cry over such a thing, but you were just a fragile teen girl. who were they to ruin your big night? the chosen one and his loyal sidekick. what a bunch of bull. the door opened suddenly, revealing a stunning black dress. it had beautifully detailed beaded flowers, clearly belonging to someone of wealth. you looked up to see the owner of the dress, which happened to be pansy parkinson. her eyes widened in shock when she saw your broken state. you were never really close with pansy, but she was always there when you forgot your eyeliner, and you always made sure to lend her a quill when needed. she sat next to you in divination last year, but you only considered her a ‘school friend,’ not somebody you would hang out with at hogsmeade or have a sleepover with. still, she was the one who walked in on you.

“y/n…” she knelt down in front of you, lifting your chin up to look at her. “what happened to you?” she asked, sincerely. you tried to speak, but could only choke on your words. she sighed. “c’mon, let me get you cleaned up. you can’t spend your whole night moping in here.” if only she knew, sobbing in the bathroom was at the bottom of your bucket list for tonight. pansy made you sit on the countertop as she wiped your runny mascara away and powdered your face to hide the fact that you had been crying.

“there you go. good as new. your dress is gorgeous by the way.” pansy smiled, admiring her work and even throwing you a compliment. she pulled you off of the sink, and dragged you out of the bathroom, over to her friends. your sorrow was wiped away as you danced and laughed with pansy. you were having so much fun, you didn’t even realize you were close to bumping into a certain slytherin boy until it was too late.

“oh my goodness, i’m so sorry! i didn’t see you there.” you apologized, turning around to face blaise zabini. he towered over you, and as he looked down at you, you couldn’t help but feel intimidated.

“no worries.” he shrugged it off, smiling slightly. you caught yourself admiring his sharp features, getting lost in his eyes. “say, y/n, i thought you had a date with that gryffindor boy? where’d he run off to?” blaise asked innocently, unaware of the redhead in question who was sitting slumped in a chair at the back of the room. way to kill the mood.

“um… it didn’t really work out…” you laughed awkwardly. blaise grinned.

“that’s good to hear. i was going to ask you but it seemed he got to it first. not to worry. i take it you would’ve said yes to my proposal with how flustered you are right now.” he admitted. your eyes lit up, embarrassed at how he so blatantly called you out on your heart-eyes.

“you mean it? you would’ve asked me?” you asked, in awe of him.

“well, i’d be lying if i said i didn’t have you in mind when they announced the yule ball.” you could feel your face heat up as he confessed this to you. you never would’ve thought that a man such as blaise zabini would ever take interest in you. he was practically perfect.

“dance with me.” you blurted out, throwing away your pride. you wouldn’t waste another second. this was what you had been waiting for for forever. blaise only smiled as he slid his hands onto your hips, swaying with you to the music. if you died now, you’d die a happy girl. you danced the night away with the group of slytherins. your night might not have gone as planned, but it turned out to be everything you wanted and more. pure perfection.

and you couldn’t think of a better way to end the night then sitting in a little nook in the slytherin common room, looking out the window into the lake. someone’s ‘the cure’ record was playing dimly in the background. conversation with blaise wasn’t dull, he was certainly a charming gentleman. very quick witted, a trait you liked about him. after a while the two of you ran out of things to talk about, and eventually, you drifted off, with blaise’s breathing as your lullaby.

somehow, someway, you woke up back in your dorm, after getting a pillow thrown at you by your friend mandy. quite a rude awakening. your eyes fluttered opened and you groaned, confused as to how you were where you were, and why you were getting a pillow thrown at you.

“did you sleep with blaise zabini?!” mandy demanded, standing over you.

“who told you that?” you asked, rolling onto your side and closing your eyes.

“well when he shows up to our

dorm room in the middle of the night with you in his arms… it sort of implies that you fell asleep at his place.” cho intervenes, sitting on her bed right next to yours. you sighed.

“i didn’t sleep with him, mandy. i just fell asleep on top of him. that’s as far as we went.” you explained, but mandy didn’t but it.

“well what happened to ron?” padma asked, joining the conversation. you sighed again.

“he’s… a douche. sat in the back of the room all night. pansy saved me and i pretty much hung out with the slytherins all night.” you admitted.

“so that’s how you ended up with blaise…” said mandy. you hummed wordlessly.

“lucky you.” cho sighed out. and she was right. you were extremely lucky.

#blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini imagine #blaise zabini #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #x reader #harry potter

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agathaandbrienneslesbian · 11 months

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Love-Letters

Jane Murdstone x Fem!Maid!Reader

Hiyaaaa I've finally finished my Jane murdstone fic and it's the first fic I'll upload on Tumblr so...

Big thank you to my freinds for proof reading this mess :3

Disclaimer: English is not my first language!

Warnings: SMUT 18+, minors DNI

Authors note: Just because we love our red flag on legs. Smutty fanfic of Female Reader Maid and Jane Murdstone. Secrets, Love confessions, (kinda) soft Jane, top! Jane, bottom! Reader.

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The second you saw her in the maid's quarters, holding a stack of notes in her hand and glaring at you, you knew you were royally fucked. There she stood. The object of your (very questionable) affection, Jane Murdstone. You knew you shouldn’t like her, but you couldn’t help yourself. There was just something enchanting about the way she carried herself.

Jane Murdstone, who has been terrorising you for so many months, ever since she set foot in your Lady's manor and made you her personal maid.

THE Miss Murdstone who, as soon as you laid eyes on her, burned her beautiful image in your mind and heart, making it impossible to forget her icy blue eyes, the pale ivory skin, or her soft long black tresses you so gladly brushed out each morning and evening. And even though everyone else feared the Iron Lady, you saw a gentler, more vulnerable side of her, you saw behind the facade, and that's what made you fall for that woman.

However, this Jane Murdstone was now marching up to you at a dangerous pace, her eyes narrow and unreadable. A shiver went down your spine, as soon as she stood towering in front of you in all her stoic beauty, looking down at your small and weak form.

“What is this?” She asked through gritted teeth, wiggling the loose notes in front of your face. Confused, you focused on the pages in her hand, and your heart dropped. She was holding the poems and love letters you’d written about her in secret. The only way to confront your feelings towards her and the biggest secret you’ve harboured in your boring little life as a maid. Have you forgotten to put them away? You are usually so careful, but this time it must have slipped your mind. Fear rose in you and you swallowed dryly.

“I- I don’t know my Lady.” You answer, trying to sound as clueless as you possibly could with the amount of panic and fear rushing through your veins. Miss Murdstone, of course, picked up on the slight quiver in your voice. She was like a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out fear and lies. You didn’t dare look at her, as you were sure disgust and discontent would colour Jane’s ivory features.

“Lies,” She hissed and gripped your chin painfully, moving your head so you had no other choice but to make eye contact with her. The second your eyes met hers, your fear mixed with confusion. She looked… Hurt? Afraid? Angry? The stoic Iron Lady was portraying emotions you have never seen on her face, or at least emotions she would never dare show anyone.

“I know you wrote those letters and poems. What were you hoping to achieve with that? Have you planned for me to find them? To mock me? To get under my skin? What is it?” She barked at you, anger rising in her throat. How could you? Your eyes softened as you recognised what she felt. Pain. But… Why would your poems and letters, which describe her otherworldly beauty and confess your true and raw feelings for her cause pain?

“My Lady I-”

“Save it,” She grunted and shoved you to the side, leaving you stumbling to the ground.

“I do not need to remind you of your place in this household, do I? If you should ever as much as THINK of trying to get under my skin again with such childish mockery, I WILL have you thrown out. And that is a promise!” She stormed off towards the direction of her study and you followed suit, unsure of what to do or say but you wanted to tell her, tell her that you were not mocking her but that every word you wrote is true. Tell her that you, indeed, have lost yourself in her sparkling blue orbs, that you longed to run your fingers through her raven black locks, that you desired to feel what her soft and pink lips feel on your own. How endearing her little quirks and laughs were when she was relaxed, reading a book whilst you helped her get ready for the day. You wanted to tell her all of this and so much more, but you knew it wasn’t right.

The moment she entered her study, you could hear the sizzling of the flames in the fireplace grow louder. Was she… no… You rushed in only to freeze in place, watching with horror and dismay as she had thrown your notes, the declaration of your undying devotion and love for her, into the blazing flames.

“And you…” She turned to look at you, an enraged expression etched into her face, obscuring her usually so beautiful features, causing the little faint scar on her upper lip to become very noticeable.

“I do not wish to have you anywhere near me ever again! You clearly have gotten way too comfortable, thinking I wouldn’t notice your disrespect towards me. Now get out… Get. OUT!” Jane was fuming with anger. She thought you might have been different, kinder, but you were just like everyone else.

You didn’t know what to say, simply looking at the dancing flames consuming your thoughts and feelings. You didn’t dare look at her anymore and simply turned around to leave the study, feeling numb and empty. The walk to your chamber felt long and treacherous with a million thoughts running through your head, yet it was blank at the same time. You were sure, that night was the worst night of your entire existence. You felt heartbroken and worried about what was going to happen now that she knew you craved the fairer sex. Not once were you able to close your eyes, as the haunting image of her face lined with hurt and betrayal presented itself to you as soon as you did.

Of course, you were hoping for this to be a bad dream, but the next morning, Mr. Murdstone, her brother, informed you of your new position as a kitchen maid. And that’s where you were to remain, not once being able to see Jane’s face or hear her voice. No matter how much pain it caused you to see her that night, it hurt even more not being able to see her at all. You even caught yourself sneaking out of the kitchen and through the manor just to, hopefully, accidentally bump into her but luck wasn’t on your side. The other maids kept complaining about Miss Murdstones temper. Every maid who was assigned to her hasn’t lasted for more than a day. Each and every one of them has come back to the maids quarters either furious, spitting vile comments about your beloved Lady, or sobbing but not once were you asked to return to your original position as Jane’s personal maid. You had almost given up on ever being able to see her again, that was until one morning Mr. Murdstone entered the kitchen, looking for you.

“Y/n?” He called out for you, causing all the other maids working in the kitchen to turn around and face you with curiosity. Some have already started whispering and gossiping as soon as you were released from your role as Miss Murdstone’s personal maid. But this… This must have been even worse. You felt helpless.

“Yes, Sir?” You set the soap aside and dried your hands on your apron as you turned around, bowing lightly. The feeling of so many eyes on you was uncomfortable. You only wanted one pair of eyes on you but the person whose icy blue diamonds belonged to didn’t want you around anymore.

“My sister is in need of assistance and none of the other maids are currently at disposal. Now I know for some reason she has asked me to remove you as her personal maid. However, I do not know why nor do I care to find out. I trust you have enough time to spare?” He looked at you, waiting for a reply. Was this really happening? Have you heard correctly? Anxiety rose in your chest, you took a deep breath nodding lightly.

“Of course, Sir.” Your answer was quiet. This seemed to suffice as he just turned around without another word and left. Miss Murdstone might be known for her iron status but it was her brother you feared more than anyone in this household. Nervously you took your kitchen apron off and put your regular apron on, making your way down the hall and up the stairs to Jane’s chambers. You tucked a strand of hair, which had fallen out of your braid when changing the apron, behind your ear and knocked, waiting for her to call you in.

Once you heard her calling you in, you opened the door and entered. Closing the door again behind you, you saw her sitting at her vanity still in her nightgown. She hadn’t noticed you yet and was focused on unbraiding her hair - that beautiful silky raven hair. With careful steps, you walked towards her, standing behind her and grabbing the brush on the table to start brushing through her locks. Jane was too busy rummaging through her vanity drawer to look up at you but she did notice a change of maid.

“Finally someone who knows how to use a hairbrush correctly. All the other maids were klutzes.” She murmured, more to herself than to you, then she looked up and froze.

“What are you doing here? I thought I was clear enough with my demands to have you out of my face.” She spat and moved to grip your wrist, stopping you from brushing out her hair. You jumped at her reaction. Her grip was tight and it was starting to hurt.

“None of the other maids are available, my Lady, so Sir Murdstone has asked me to come and assist you” You replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible to avoid any further irritation. She huffed and let go of your hand, glaring at you poisonously through the mirror. After a few seconds and a deep breath later, you continued with your ministrations, not wanting to look at her. It felt weird, really. You were with your Lady again but it did not feel right…

“So you’re back to disrespecting me? Were the letters and poems not enough of a mockery for you?” She averted her eyes but you could see that the expression of hurt was back. Your heart clenched with pain seeing her in such emotional distress.

“It was never my intention to mock you, my Lady.” You state quietly, watching her reaction carefully. There was a soft flicker of something unfamiliar on her face. Only for a split second, then it was gone again.

“Then what was your intention?” Jane looked at you again with a dangerous stare. Would you dare tell her? Before you could answer she continued, “I do not know how or when you discovered my affection for the fairer sex but by god, I know you were planning on using it against me. So what was your intention?”

Wait.. what? You stopped your movements and looked at her in disbelief. She just rolled her eyes at your reaction and huffed impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away. It took a second or two for you to collect your thoughts again before you spoke, carefully.

“My Lady… My intentions were nothing but pure.” You start carefully, watching her as her icy blue orbs shoot to look at you. There it was again. That flicker you’ve seen before.

“I can assure you that all of the things I have written are true. I know it is frowned upon but who am I to deny my heart the freedom to feel, to long for.” You gently put the brush down and move to Jane’s side, kneeling on the ground in front of her and looking up at her. Jane’s body has visibly relaxed but her facial expression was unreadable.

“It might not be right, not only because we are women but because I am just a simple maid and you are my Lady… but I simply cannot deny the feelings I have developed for you…”

“You’re… Are you true, y/n?” Jane asked quietly, almost in a whisper. It was obvious to you that she tried to look unbothered but yet she has never seemed so small and fragile as she has in this very moment and you wanted nothing more but to hold her hands, reassuring her of your feelings. Still, you decided to keep your distance, giving her only a curt nod as an answer.

“But… I have been nothing but vicious to you… how,” she looked down into your eyes, hers shining with uncertainty and guilt.

“So you have… But I have also seen you at your most relaxed state, right here braiding your hair, and I felt you were not as cruel as you portray yourself to be. My Lady… It was never my intention to cause you pain or disrespect you, I simply didn’t know where to go with my feelings. I wrote them down because I couldn’t tell you. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same and-” Soft lips suddenly pressed against yours, stopping you in the middle of your sentence. A hand gently placed on your cheek pulled you closer and instinctively your eyes closed shut. To say that she took you by surprise was an understatement. You carefully moved your hand to find her other and squeezed it lightly. An affirmation for the both of you. This caused Jane to deepen the kiss, her lips moving against yours in a heated frenzy of desire which you reciprocated gladly. You knelt there, basking in the affection she was willing to give to you and taking everything in before she evidently changed her mind.

When air became necessary you pulled away, looking up at Jane with a longing gleam in your eyes and heated red cheeks. She looked down at you, her face just as drunk with desire as yours. Chewing on her lower lip, she thought for a second then pulled you up with her. You followed her to her bed like a lovesick puppy, holding her hand tightly in yours, not willing to let go. The desire has spread south and you could feel the well-known warm sensation in your abdomen growing more and more. Jane turned around and looked at you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of regret or disgust but all she saw was you smiling up at her with the sweetest expression she has ever seen. Pure adoration. So there was actually someone who could adore her?

“Is this alright?” She asked as she pulled you closer, still a bit uncertain. Your heart almost burst out of your chest at the gentle nature of the Iron Lady.

“More than alright my La-”

“Jane. Please call me Jane.” She interrupted and your smile grew even more. She couldn't believe how you could look at her like that when she has never said a kind word to you in all the months you have worked for her. Jane wanted to make it right, treat you right and give you the affection she knew you deserved and craved and she was more than willing to give it to you.

“Okay… Jane.” Her name has never sounded so good before and Jane wanted to know in how many other ways her name could leave your lips. She sat down at the edge of the bed and pulled you in, to sit on her lap. You did so without hesitation and moved to cup her cheeks, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. A reassuring tenderness she has never received from anyone before. Jane inhaled deeply at the gentle gesture and moved to hold onto your waist, pulling you into her. She needed you impossibly close. The first few kisses were soft and timid but they soon turned heated. Jane squeezed your waist which caused you to open your mouth in a silent inhale, allowing her to explore your mouth with her tongue. You battled with her for dominance but evidently gave up and let her take control, the thing she does best. Her hands started roaming your body, moving from your waist to your hips and your thighs. Your head was swimming in pure bliss.

A quiet noise escaped your lips as Jane moved her lips to your neck, attacking it with hot open-mouthed kisses and nips. Your hands instinctively shot into her hair, holding close onto her as she assaulted your soft skin with her delicate lips. You couldn’t take it anymore. The aching between your legs has gotten uncomfortably strong and you squirmed against her lap. Jane noticed and gently slid her hands under your dress, running her fingertips over your warm skin, whilst her kisses moved to your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe.

“Jane… please,” You whimpered out pathetically for the stoic woman beneath you.

“What do you want me to do, my dove?” Jane husked in your ear and smirked as you responded with a strangled groan. She loved how you reacted to her touch, how you reacted to her words. Never would she have thought that she could have precious little you on her lap like this, pudding in her hands.

“N-need you… please,” You breathed out frustratedly, moving your hips towards hers instinctively. You needed her hands on you, all over you, needed her to relieve that ache between your legs. Jane chuckled and removed her hands from your legs, causing you to pout.

“Don’t get impatient, darling.” She smirked and moved to remove your apron and then started unbuttoning your uniform. You took this as a sign to unlace her nightgown, pushing it down her shoulders. Although you have seen Jane's bare chest before when you had helped her dress for the day or undress for bed, this was something completely different. Your eyes were trained on her soft ivory breasts as she finished unbuttoning your garments. She expertly pulled your uniform over your head and tossed it to the side, leaving you in your undergarments. Being way too impatient, you pull the fabric off of your head yourself. Jane smirked at how desperate you were and instantly started roaming your figure again with her hands. Her soft fingertips discover every dip and curve of your body, sending goosebumps over your skin.

“You are so beautiful.” Jane said with bated breath, immediately attaching her lips to one of your nipples. You inhaled sharply as she ran her tongue over the hardened bundle and then sucked it into her mouth again, releasing it with a plop. Without wasting a second, she gave the same attention to the other breast before sitting up straight again.

“Lie down.” She ordered, moving you off her lap. She stood up and watched you lie on her bed, her nightgown now pooling around her ankles, she stepped out of it and climbed in bed with you. Jane lay close to you and pulled you in for a kiss as her hands started roaming your body again, your own hands finding purpose in exploring hers.

You broke the kiss, gasping as you felt Jane run her finger through your soaked folds.

“My, my. Is all of this for me, darling?” She husked and watched your reaction closely, spreading the wetness around, focusing tiny circles on your very sensitive clit. You closed your eyes and inhaled sharply then let out a desperate whimper. Jane was mesmerised by the way your body reacted to her and it aroused her greatly. She teased your clit for a little while longer, watching you writhe and squirm under her. The little noises and pleas coming from your lips and the way you called out her name filled her with pride. It was addicting how she had barely touched you and you were already reacting so much to her.

“J- Jane please… please I need you- ah,” You bucked your hips against her in hopes of more friction. You were so desperate for relief and just wanted her to claim you as hers and who was Jane to refuse? She leaned in, capturing your lips with hers to silence your moan as she slowly pushed a digit into your aching hole. She managed to slip her finger in with ease and started moving it slowly. The feeling of her finger in you was enough to send your head spiralling. You moaned into her mouth and wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer, causing her nude body to almost fully lay on top of you. The sensation of skin on skin had both of you shivering with arousal. She sped up her movements, as soon as she felt that you were ready and pulled away from the kiss, looking down at you lovingly.

“Darling I need you to be as quiet as you possibly can now… Do you think you can manage?” She asked, panting lightly. Her own arousal had started trickling down her thighs. You nodded and opened your mouth in a silent moan as she curled her finger into your sweet spot. Jane smiled and moved to kiss and suckle on your breasts again. The sensation of her finger moving in and out of you and her lips and tongue exploring your chest and stomach made you feel dizzy. She moved her kisses and kitten licks all the way down your body, never halting her movement with her hand until she was positioned between your legs.

Looking up at you, she placed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on your thigh, right next to your hot and wet core. Your back arched off the bed and you gripped the sheets, holding your breath before exhaling strongly. Jane moved her kisses closer to your centre, removing her finger and before you could protest she ran her tongue over the length of your folds, collecting the wetness which seeped from you.

She enclosed your clit with her lips and sucked lightly, having you bite your hand gently and groan so you wouldn’t make too much noise. She continued giving attention to your clit with her mouth, slipping two digits into your hole again to curl them upwards. Jane sped up her movements and you felt a knot build in your core. Staying quiet was getting more and more difficult as the tension grew stronger. Jane noticed your struggle to stay quiet. She felt your walls clench around her fingers and knew you were close. Her movements didn't stop, but she pulled away from your clit, reattaching her lips with yours to swallow the sweet noises you made for her.

“That’s it, my girl. You’re doing so well for me! Let go!” She panted against your lips, her praise sending you over the edge with her name on your lips. Jane helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling her fingers out and holding them to your lips. You understood immediately and licked her fingers clean, groaning at your taste on them. Jane watched you intently, pulling her fingers away when the aching between her legs got too much, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She needed you. Jane straddled you, enclosing your head with her toned and strong legs, holding onto the headboard for support. Your mouth watered, seeing her glistening core in front of you. As the scent of her arousal filled your nose, you couldn’t help but whimper in anticipation.

“Be a good girl and make me feel good too, will you?” She said breathlessly, and gently lowered herself to your mouth. You wasted no time, running your tongue through her folds, collecting her desire. Her taste was addicting, and you wrapped your arms around her thighs, pulling her down more. Immediately you went to work on her clit, giving it kitten licks and sucking it gently, causing Jane to throw her head back and let out a guttural groan.

Your hands moved upwards, feeling her warm skin, massaging her soft breasts, and teasing her nipples. Meanwhile, your ministrations on her clit never wavered, causing Jane to roll her hips down onto your tongue. You groaned into her core, letting her ride herself on your tongue however she desired. The sounds coming from her were a mix of obscenities and praises of your name, which sent your head reeling. Shortly, Jane’s legs started shaking, and you moved your hands to support her, holding her in place for you to continue your feasting on her. She was close, and you could hear it. You collected all of your remaining energy to focus on her clit, licking and nibbling. Sucking on it hard one last time caused Jane to come undone on top of you, clasping her thighs around your head, trapping you momentarily as you helped her ride out her orgasm on your face. She released you from her grip and collapsed next to you on the bed, panting heavily.

“You’re aethereal when you come undone like that.” You pant gently and smile brightly when you catch her blush. Jane moved her head to look at you, an affectionate smile spread on her lips as she extended her arms for you. Gratefully you snuggled into her embrace and held her close, resting your head on her chest and listening to her heartbeat, gradually calming down. The two of you stayed like this for a few minutes before you turned your head to look up at her.

“We should probably get dressed again before anyone notices.” She looked down at you, playing with a few loose strands of your hair. You didn’t want to get up, but you knew it was dangerous to stay here for too long.

“We should… but I don't want to.” She smiled and pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Let's just stay like this for a little longer. I don’t want to let go of you just yet.” Jane smiled and nuzzled her nose into the crown of your head. You were more than content with that decision.

You wanted to tell her you loved her, and let her know how much she meant to you but… this could wait. Most important was that you could enjoy the closeness and calm with Jane, bask in each other's presence, exchange kisses, and whisper sweet nothings to each other until the two of you fell asleep eventually.

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Tags: @weemssapphic @pro-weems-places @winterfireblond

#ao3 #reader insert #jane murdstone #gwendoline christie #jane murdstone x fem!reader #fanfic #gwendoline christie fanfics #wlw #queer #sapphic

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can you do asmodeus dating hcs like you did for mammon? please?

Dating Asmodeus HCS

✘Posted: 11/4/2023

✘Story Contains: gn reader, romantic Ozzie, mentions of fluff, partner Asmodeus,

✘Author's Note: Time for some Asmodeus dating hcs while I lay in bed with cramps and having a heating pad on tummy because these cramps suck. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

Dating the king of lust? I know right it's strange especially when he used to spew so much about how love is for little bitches. But he changed his tune when he met you. Now here you are dating him. Asmodeus absolutely adores everything about you. He loves the way you laugh, smile, the way your nose wiggles a bit, and he especially loves how you always check up on him. Asmodeus wouldn't change anything about you. He thinks you are beautiful just the way you are. But it's not just his looks he loves about you. But he loves your passion, determination, and humor.

Asmodeus loves to bring you flowers all the time. That you eventually have a little garden. He gets you your favorite flowers or ones that remind you of him. " Babe, I got you this one because it reminds me of your smile. " Such a lovely flower. Asmodeus also buys you a lot of gifts. It's usually jewelry, outfits, or whatever your special interests are. Which Asmodeus pays close attention to your special interest. He will note down what you like and dislike. Because he wants to make sure to get you something you'll like or use. Which is you ever take a bath or showers, then you'll get a lot of smell goods.

Of course it comes out that you are dating the king of lust. But he doesn't care about what others say. If he gets called a hypocrite, great he knows he deserves it but he won't let it stop his relationships with you. The only thing he won't tolerate is the media slandering you and saying that you are using him for money and status. Asmodeus knows more about you then the media. " I think they are just jealous. " Asmodeus wouldn't give you up to keep his lustful image. Your guys relationship does encourage some citizens in lust to come out about their relationships.

Asmodeus is passionate about everything, especially passionate in private moments between you two. If you want Asmodeus to tone down the passion. Then he will, Asmodeus respects your boundaries in the relationship. He always wants you to feel comfortable, safe, and heard. But he does talk about you passionately around others but never in a lewd way, he's poetic about his passion. " (Y/N) is beautiful passionate person who always makes me smile, I love how they snort when they laugh or how they always tell me about their special interest. Even if I don't know what they are talking about I just love to listen~ " Asmodeus could listen to talk for hours about anything. Whether it's your favorite show, movie, character, or anything that you are hyper fixed on he will listen. " No babe, keep talking I'm listening you aren't boring me. "

You have been Ozzie's restaurant before. You usually join him, which can be fun for you both. Asmodeus even named a drink after you, to which you order whenever you two go there. Other places Asmodeus does take you is to the mall, business meetings, fancy restaurants, parties, and small chance would be the human world. Asmodeus isn't a really big fan of the human world but he will take you there with him, if you beg. But he won't let you leave his side. " (Y/N) you can't keep running off like that, the humans up here are filthy and weird, have you seen what they upload on social media. " Asmodeus usually goes to the human world for deals or because he just wants to watch those who soon will go to hell and land in the lust ring.

Mammon tries to get to Asmodeus by using you. But you are much smarter than you look. So you always turn down Mammon's bribes or counter his tricks. You aren't going to help Mammon harm your boyfriend's reputation. " Aww, come on mate is 10k not enough!? Ok ok how about 60k? (Y/N)! " and you just walk away and of course you tell Asmodeus who would laugh at how Mammon fails trying to make you open up. " That dumb motherfucker. " Asmodeus also wouldn't share anything about to anyone. But that's because Asmodeus has no dirt on you and also no one really has anything against you.

Loves to give you a lot of kisses. A kiss when you wake up, a kiss before bed, a kiss when you see each other, and kiss at random moments because he loves you. Asmodeus loves to sing to you, no surprise there but he will always sing you a song. He especially loves it when you sing with him, it's okay if you can't sing; he will still enjoy that musical moment between you two. Asmodeus even makes a special song just for you that he will sing whenever you are upset or just want to hear it.

Let's you wear his hat. He thinks that you look cute in his hat. " Well don't you look adorable, I could just eat you up babe~ " Asmodeus has many pictures of you in his phone. His lock screen is when you two went to the human world and had lunch there. His contact name for you is " Flower 🌹" his ringtone for you is the song he made for you but instrumental version. Asmodeus likes to joke with you if you call yourself ugly. " Did you just call my beautiful and amazing partner (Y/N) ugly? I guess I'll have to beat you up. " And then he'll walk towards you and start tickling you until you say you are beautiful.

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #helluva asmodeus #helluva asmodeus x reader #helluva asmodeus x gn reader #helluva x reader #helluva x gn reader #helluva fanfiction #helluva fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #everlasting writes🪻#everlasting request 🪻

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The Choice: Chapter Seven

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters/Pairings: Fem!Reader, Dean, Beau and Ben (Soldier Boy)

Warnings: Language, typical Soldier Boy behaviour

W/C: 1,541

A/N: As you can see (for those who saw my post earlier) I have split the chapter into two. It wouldn't look right with all the chapters around the same and this one not.

A/N 2: Also it has crossed my attention that as much as you guys love these fics, please don't upload the ficpic to another social. I know none of the images are mine and you can decide to ignore my request, but it do 'make' them with the intent of them being uploaded solely by me. So far I've seen it on the pin board app.

Pulling yourself out of your reverie and ignoring the moisture between your legs, you located Dean in the hat section. He, of course, had on a cowboy hat and posing in front of the mirror.

“Lookin’ good, cowboy.”

Dean spun round with a sheepish grin on his face.

“You really think so?”

You nodded, reaching up on tiptoe, and angled the hat better. His green eyes bore into yours, and the moisture between your legs intensified. Those butterflies stormed your belly, causing a tingling to cover your entire body. Oh Lordy. Staring into his eyes had your brain short-circuiting.

“I love Westerns.”

“I know.” You replied as you moved your hands away.

His lips curved into a smile, which didn’t help the fluttering in your stomach. The Stetson he wore blocked off the surroundings, forcing you to focus only on him. You noticed how green his eyes could get, how the freckles speckled across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. You noticed the 5 o’clock shadow across his jaw and chin, the slight crook in his smile and just how pink his lips were.

Caught in his gaze, your heart beat just that little bit faster, and it ached just that little bit harder for the hunter.

“What d’ya think?”

You blinked and tried pulling words from your mushy, in-love brain.

“I think you should get it.”

He nodded and took the hat off.

The rush of Boot Barn came surging back. For a moment, you’d forgotten where and what you were doing. It was silly, silly schoolgirl feelings. Feelings you should push aside, but they just managed to get in the way.

A tap on your shoulder had you whirling around. It was just Beau with the boots and a selection of jackets.

“I couldn’t decide. Could you help?”

You nodded and took the jackets from him. All three were indicative of Beau’s style in Big Sky—black denim with a faux fur lining, tanned suede with a fur collar, and a typical blue denim jacket.

“I can’t decide either. I bet they’d all look great on you though.”

Beau blushed as he smiled, exactly the way Denise had complimented Beau in the first episode of season three. Dean, Beau and Ben shared this smile, and you had Jensen to thank for that.

“Darlin’ you say any more, and I’ma go redder than a farmer’s neck in the middle of summer.”

Damn that Texan. You gave him the jackets back and reached on tippy toe for a light brown Stetson. He ducked a little bit, allowing you to place it atop his head.

“There. It suits you.”

Beau’s face and neck went redder than a farmer in the middle of summer, leaving him speechless.

You clapped him on his shoulder and turned, only to be immediately put in a dour mood. Ben leant against the store’s wall, sweet-talking a female employee. Your heart whomped in your chest, emotion making it tighten. You weren’t sure why, but it felt like rejection.

The female employee smiled in Ben’s direction, giving him all her attention, twirling hair around her finger. Jealousy stabbed at you hard. Fuck him.

Ben turned his head to see you looking. He smirked and turned his attention back to the female employee. Instead of storming over there, you turned on your heel and went straight to the cashier with Beau and Dean.

At Walmart, you picked up a few plain colour t-shirts, Wrangler jeans, underwear, and socks for all three. Dean picked out a few flannels, as did Beau. Ben wandered around, trying to get your attention, and the petty person inside of you gave him the cold shoulder.

“You can’t be mad at me forever.”

You said nothing, moving the cart by some graphic t-shirts. Dean placed a set of two pyjamas, a long dressing gown, and a pair of slippers into the cart. Ben still had clothes to find besides the bare basics you had picked up.

Reaching out, you picked up a t-shirt with an American Eagle with the flag behind it. Patriotic. Sure, it was stereotypical, but honestly, you had no idea what he would wear. You pulled the t-shirt off the rack and brought it to Ben’s chest. He pulled a face at being treated like a child, but he wasn’t helping. You threw the T-shirt into the cart. Ben fished it back out, annoyance etching his face, and picked up a size bigger. Right. He was jacked. You’d forgotten that with the extra muscles, he would need a size larger than Beau and Dean.

You pushed the cart further, but Ben stood in front, gripping the metal, stopping you.

“I saw you when I was talking to that woman. You were jealous.”

You scowled and pushed against him, trying to ram the cart past, but all it did was jam one of the front wheels.

“Admit it, Y/N. You were jealous.”

Your scowl deepened. Ben wasn’t going anywhere, it seemed. Not until he got the truth from you. To evade him, you went to roll the cart backwards. The metal creaked in his hands. The cart wouldn’t budge.

“We’re not going anywhere until you admit it.”

“Why? So you can feel smug with yourself?”

Ben moved from the front of the cart to you. The metal had warped where he had held it, bending under the pressure of his hands. He stood tall, clearly using his height against you. You strained your neck, looking up. A dumb smirk sat on his face.

“Maybe it will make me smug, or maybe I’m trying to prove something to myself.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion.

“Like what?”

“Doll, what makes you think I’ll tell you before you admit to me your jealousy?”

Your scowl came back.

“I wasn’t jealous.”

He snorted with laughter. “Yeah, and I’m a virgin.”

You moved the cart, but he stopped you, again putting his hand on the cart.

“Sweetcheeks, just admit it.”

It was embarrassing to admit. Your pride made you too stubborn to admit. Your hands tightened on the bar. He tested you. on purpose. For what reason? Probably to find out if it would make you jealous or not. Well, it did, and he was probably right. But you weren’t gonna tell him that.

“Just pick out some damn clothes.”

Ben laughed. That deep booming laugh and walked away, allowing you some time for yourself. He knew how to push the right buttons. He knew how to get under your skin. Was that a good thing? Your ex couldn’t even begin to scrape the surface.

You followed as Ben wandered around the clothing section of Walmart. He grabbed some grey sweatpants and undershirt tank tops and threw them into the cart.

“You’re such an old man…” You muttered.

Ben turned around, throwing you a dirty look. Seems he didn’t appreciate that comment. Who wore undershirts in this day and age? Nobody you knew, that was for sure. He had only picked out a handful of clothes. Guess he didn’t need much.

You found Dean and Beau trying on boots. They were laughing together, doing impressions of someone. You didn’t get it until Dean lowered his voice, made himself look all serious and barked out:

“I fart the star spangled banner!”

Of course, it was a perfect imitation. Beau collapsed with a fit of laughter. Behind you, however, was another matter. You turned and collided with Ben. He huffed and snorted, nostrils flaring like a bull preparing to charge. You pressed your hand to his chest. Fuck, it was hot.

“Fuck you, you bendy legged fuckface!”

He stepped forward, forcing you back. You pressed a hand to his chest again.

“Please, Ben. He was only messing. He didn’t mean anything by it.”

Ben huffed, hands curled into tight fists. He didn’t care that he was in public, but you did. He took another step closer, again forcing you to step back.

“Watch your mouth.” Ben warned and walked off, presumably to cool off.

You stared after him, calling his name until you could no longer see him. It frustrated you at how sensitive the Supe was. It seemed he could give it but couldn’t take it.

“Jeez, he can’t take a joke, can he?”

You swiped a hand down your face and turned to Dean and Beau.

“Y’know, I was kinda hoping that since you both have a nice friendship thing going, that Ben would join in and have the same.”

Beau sat on the stool, looked at Dean and then at you.

“Darlin’…”

Honestly, you didn’t wanna hear it.

“Tell me you were only messing around, D?”

Dean sighed.

“Yeah, I was just messing around.”

But from his tone, you could tell he was lying. An array of emotions pained you, but disappointment was the biggest one that fatigued you. You had expected better of him and Beau.

“I’m gonna go look for him.”

Dean stood, moving the shoebox out of his way, before stepping to you.

“Y/N, c’mon…I was only messing around.”

“Oh, yeah? Who else did you impersonate? Or was it only Ben?”

“He does a really good Yogi bear impression.” Beau piped up, not helping at all.

“I know!” You snapped, storming off.

Tags: @yvonneeeee, @curlycarley, @angelbabyyy99, @sassy-pelican, @k-slla, @deans-spinster-witch, @ashdoctor, @eretsupremacy89, @fanfic-n-tabulous, @deans-number-one-fan, @afro-hispwriter, @justjensenandhisalteregos, @tiredstrangerr, @zemosdarling228.

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gatheringbones · 9 months

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[“My Bodysex Workshops were well received, so I decided to film one. You just can’t beat the moving image; it’s an opportunity to give people images of what sex might be. The best way for us to learn is to find out what’s going on with everyone else.

My girlfriend and I used a home video camera, and it took me two years to edit it on two clunky tape decks. My films were automatically labeled porn, because if you see a pussy or a penis, it’s porn. But you can’t teach sex without getting explicit, so, again, I found myself embracing the role of pornographer.

Before the Internet, every time I said “masturbation,” it either sent folks into gales of laughter or provoked embarrassed looks as they quickly changed the subject. My articles for magazines were canceled and interviews for television ended up on the cutting room floor. The bottom line of sexual repression is the prohibition of childhood masturbation. This humble activity is the basis for all of human sexuality. The Internet was the first place in my long career that I was not censored.

My old lover Grant ran my first website. At the end, he was classified as legally blind, and held a magnifying glass, with his nose an inch from the screen. When I joined forces with law school grad and cyber geek Carlin Ross, we created a new website. I believe that once Grant met Carlin, he was able to leave his disintegrating body. He made it to his eighty-sixth birthday and died proud with his boots on, with the next upload for my website sitting on his hard drive. I miss him terribly to this day. We had the most passionate love/hate affair of the century.

Carlin and I offer free, accessible sex information, both visual and written, to women and men. We call the clips where we show sexual skills, “The New Porn.” Sex education must be entertaining, not academic, dry, boring, or stilted. I’m not afraid of the word porn. If people are going to call my explicit sex education porn, then I say embrace the word. Be the new porn, be the porn you want to see. While it’s true that a lot of pornography out there is shitty for the most part, it still works: it gets people hot. The biggest turn on for me is to have a fully orgasmic partner, not someone pretending or playing. We all know the real deal when it’s happening—authentic orgasms are unmistakable. I’m a sex-positive feminist, liberating women one orgasm at a time.

Our site represents a new feminist sexual politics that’s well beyond any victimhood of rape and sexual abuse. We represent orgasmic feminism—a new movement of women who have taken control of our sex lives, and who dare to design them in any way we choose whether we’re straight, bi, lesbian, or a combination, and we can enjoy our bodies in any way we desire.”]

betty dodson, from the porn wars, from the feminist porn book: the politics of producing pleasure, edited by tristan taormino, constance henley, and celine perreñas shimizu, 2013

#betty dodson #lesbian literature #bi literature #history stuff

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folklorebae · 2 years

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𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐅𝐢𝐜

Cast(s): Actress!Reader & Actor!Suna Rintarou

Warning(s): Swearing, a bit suggestive at the end, reader is using she/her pronouns, girls in pics are just for references, all of these pictures aren't mine (I just edited some of them)

A/n: This is the longest insta au I've ever made. Bcs I just discovered that you can upload more than 10 images on tumblr's web. But I hope it's not boring tho😭

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yourinstagram wanna take this downtown?

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nikizefanya This liquid courage got me way too honest

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ynfan13 WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!?

rintarousuna We should explore europe together, wdyt?

↳yourinstagram Ofc, you're the Boots to my Dora❤️

↳rintarousuna Okay, princess

↳aquariusuna WTF AAAAAA!!! SO YOU GUYS ARE OFFICIAL NOW?!?

↳sunafan15 Y/N, I'D DIE IF RIN CALLS ME PRINCESS. TELL ME WHAT BLACK MAGIC ARE YOU USING?!?

↳ynfan14 LITERALLY JUST DIED. FUCKING FINALLY!!! YOU GUYS ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER❤️❤️❤️

rinynfloral I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT

antiyn2 Just a week ago he said he wanna keep the relationship private and now look at his "girlfriend". This is definitely for pr

↳ynfan15 I smell jealousy😌

↳cinnamon.ln You need to realise that he got interviewed months ago, darl. People change. Just be happy for them, you're so negative lmao

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rintarousuna あの通りを散歩して街灯の下で踊った

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atsumumiya That's it, I'm gonna log out from this shitty app

↳yourinstagram You're just jealous, Miya

↳rintarousuna You're just jealous, Miya (2)

↳osamumiya You're just jealous, Miya (3)

↳astumumiya SAMU?!?

↳atsumumiya @aranojiro Help mee

↳aranojiro No

rinyn.crew OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!

ynfan16 idc what yall gonna say, THEY ARE THE IT COUPLE

↳ynfan17 AGREED

rareyn Go to Paris for PFW❎️

Go to Paris bcs is a big simp✅️

↳sunafan16 LMAO YES, I JUST REALISED HE GOT NO REASON TO BE IN PARIS😭

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therinynpost RINYN STANS!! HOW ARE WE FEELING RN???

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ynfan18 SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT THEY'RE IN LONDON RN?!?

↳sunafan17 RIN WASN'T JOKING WHEN HE ASKED HER TO TRAVEL AROUND EUROPE TOGETHER😭😭😭

ynfan19 THEY LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER

sunafan18 FINALLY THEY FEEL COMFORTABLE TO BE SEEN IN PUBLIC. IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM

sunafan19 MY SHIP IS FINALLY SAILING

ynfan20 Love is in the air😭❤️

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dreamyyn GOOD NEWS EVERYONE!! Y/N WILL PLAY FOR A MOVIE DIRECTED BY THE ONE AND ONLY SHINSUKE KITA!!

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ynfan21 OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!! HES ONE OF THE BEST MOVIE DIRECTORS

ynfan22 OMGG WHERE CAN I READ THIS ARTICLE???

↳dreamyyn I just put the link in my story!

ynfan23 Y/N, RIN, KIYOKO, OSAMU IN ONE MOVIE?!? IM DEAD

ynfan24 OMG I'VE READ THE BOOK!! HE'S RIGHT! Y/N DEFINITELY WILL KILL THIS ROLE

ynfan25 You know you're a good actor when you could impress him😩

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tmz_tv Love is in the air for the newest A-list couple. Just a day after made their relationship Instagram official, they were seen together at The National Gallery in London. Link in bio for all we know about their romantic museum date.

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ynfan26 They're melting my heart😭❤️

sunafan20 I want them to last forever

sunafan21 M-museum date?!? I'm done. This can't be real. They're so in love

ynfan27 Rin, could we switch? Please, I BEG YOU

ynfan28 Parents 😩❤️

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yourinstagram *gasp* can you guys believe that now I'm part of these amazing casts?!? Thank you so much @.shinsukekita for cast me in this film *cry*

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kiyoko Yayyy, here we go! See you on set, angel<3

↳yourinstagram AAAA SEE YOUUU QUEEN<33

rintarousuna I'm stuck with you, ig

↳yourinstagram You can't get rid of me, baby

↳rinandyn.daily I WANT WHAT YOU TWO HAVE🥲

sunafan22 OMFG AAAAA YOU GONNA KILL THIS

ynfan29 Mr. Kita ain't playing with the casts😩

lndaydream IM SO PROUD OF YOU!! YOU DESERVE IT❤️❤️❤️

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rintarousuna Let’s celebrate the day you gave up on finding anyone better than me for the third time!

All jokes aside, I love you and thank you for being a good mom to our baby

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yourinstagram She's a beauty, no wonder you keep her all this time

↳rintarousuna Yeah I do gatekeep

ynfan30 IM NOT SURPRISED THAT YOU'RE TOGETHER. BUT 3 YEARS?!?!

sunafan23 PLEASE... I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH😭❤️

ynfan31 God, when is my time🥲💔

sunafan24 MOM?? BABY??

↳rintarousuna I– not a human baby. You haven't seen the third pic, have you?

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yourinstagram Everyday I am grateful to have you. But here’s a post to prove it.

(Alternative caption: 26.280 hours and still counting✨️)

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tooruoikawa *gasp* I thought we were married? I'll make @primevideo fire you. Alexa, play traitor by olivia rodrigo

↳yourinstagram #ynisoverparty

↳rintarousuna Get lost, shittykawa

↳tooruoikawa HEY

↳ynfan32 PLS YOU GUYS... IM CRYING😭

hitokayachi love love looooveeee

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ynfan33 YOU TWO ARE THE CUTEST OMG

rinxyn Pls get married, I'm begging

sunafan25 Ramen date and flowers??? I'M CRYING. HE'S SO ROMANTIC😭

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↳sunafan25 SHUT UP. Y/N LIKED MY COMMENT?!?

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voguemagazine @yourinstagram is our November cover star! For this month’s issue, Vogue sat down with the actor in the middle of her busy schedule. L/N shared details of her quiet life in suburban areas and across Surrey during the filming of “I Know Places 2”, her unique way of dealing with fame and protecting her mental health, rumours that she's dating her co-star, her tricky teen years, and her upcoming films.

Head to the link in bio to get a sneak peek at her cover story in our upcoming November issue, on sale on Monday, October 24.

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ynfan34 @yourinstagram Girl... get some sleep

↳sunafan26 Ikr, new series, film, photoshoot, interview, and now magazine? 😭

↳yourinstagram I need to secure the bag, baby😔

↳ynfan34 AHSHSBDB OMGGGG PLS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!!!

itsyn.update We are so proud of you❤️

ynfan35 You're the coolest😩❤️

Y/N via Vogue's website

Academy Award winning couple Y/N L/N and Rintarou Suna have become one of our favorite celebrity couples; the two have been secretly dating for three years. The reason behind it is because, according to Y/N, she wasn't so sure about their relationship at the beginning.

She admits her initial concerns about dating the Japanese actor. “I was scared. I never dated anyone ever since I started my career. Which means, I’ve been single for almost a decade,” she confesses. “I had this thought like, ‘Are we going to get paparazzi’ed all the time? Should I be worried? What about our job and friendship? Am I not being professional?’”

L/N tells Vogue how grateful she is to have a boyfriend that understands how she felt and always supports her no matter what. However, as times goes by, she is letting the cat out of the bag since she doesn’t feel anxious anymore about “what people may say”.

Y/N also reveals that working with Rintarou makes her feel comfortable and one of the best things she has ever experienced. “I can not imagine anyone could replace him as my co-star. Besides, we’ve been friends for a year and have worked together as Coach brand ambassador.”

Then, the (H/C)-haired actress describes her relationship is as beautiful as daylight. Love to her is “golden”, it’s save, warm, and peaceful. “He doesn’t really enjoy going out too much. He loves to stay at home and feels secure. So when we have a free time, we just cuddling while watching a film,” she shares. “The rest? I’m just gonna keep that one a secret.”

Another a/n: Pls keep in mind that I’m not a journalist or whatever. So if the “article” is cringe or not good enough, I’m sorry lol.

Taglist: @alienvarmint @iwaizumi-chan @rivaiken @tenaciouswritersheep @whorefornoodles @ssc7514 @jeanskanojo @jtaimeurmom @pinksilk @yachisupremacy @33765 @bukopandansalad @jjikyuu (some accounts can not be tagged, sorry)

#If you've seen the unfinished version of this. yes. I accidentaly posted it #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smau #hq x reader #hq x female reader #hq fluff #hq smau #suna x reader #suna x female reader #suna x f!reader #suna fluff #suna smau

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haii sorry to bother you but can i ask how you make your rentry stamps?? ive been dying to know :')

HAI NONNIE !! its not a bother at all :3

im not tbe best at explaining but i hope this makes sense

First i use two templates depending on the size i want. 1 is larger 2 is smaller, you can find more on deviantart and some on here as well!

2. Once you get those imported into your program (I use ibis paint) you want to add your image like normally

3. Now it should look like this. I erase the parts of the image that fall out of the border.

4. Once you do that it should look like this (I turn on the black checker bored so its easier to see what you missed)

5. Now you save it as a transparent png and upload it to where you want !

Now you have a stamp!!! i hope this made sense :3

#web graphics #old web #tatums.stamps #carrd #my stamps #rentry stamps #graphics #tutorial #how to

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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emmy, i think you’d nail modern!steve trying to navigate bereal. like, i think he’d be so stressed once that notification goes out that he drops whatever (or whoever 🤭) he’s doing to make sure he gets his photo in on time.

also, feel free to ignore this since it isn’t necessarily a request per say, but i don’t know, i think it could be something funny to write about if nothing else is tickling your fancy

love, ali :)

Honestly, for someone who didn’t fuss with Facebook or Snapchat, or any other popular social media, Steve was really into BeReal.

Max and Lucas had shown him, explaining how the app worked as Eddie rolled his eyes on the couch behind them, telling them all how it was just another ploy from the government, the big guys wanting to know what everyone was up to at all times.

Steve downloaded it anyway.

His uploads were innocent enough, the usual kind of boring shots that everyone was grateful for after years of living through a real life horror movie. Photos of him and Robin at work, their cheeks squished together as they stacked shelves, an empty storefront before them.

Dinner with you, his smiling face in one photo, you beaming back at him from across the table in the other. Dimly lit images of you on his lap, sitting on the hood of Steve’s car in the dark, the moon hitting the lake in front of you both. These kinds of photos were always met with blurry reactions from the kids gagging, Max usually mid eye roll and Robin’s middle finger.

Steve would get flustered when the notification came through, usually at the most inconvenient times. But Dustin would call him out whenever he posted too late, resulting in an argument only you could put an end to, most of the time with folded arms and a disapproving stare sent to Steve.

“Really, babe? He’s sixteen.”

But it meant that Steve got a little bolder with his photos, snapshots taken at the most inappropriate moments, starting small with him and Eddie in the cinema, the accidental flash illuminating the people behind them both, all glaring at the camera lens. Eddie was mid popcorn chew, looking disgruntled and caught off guard. Then there was the traffic stop, Steve’s cell in his lap as his camera caught his chin and the line of his jaw as he spoke to the unsuspecting cop who was giving him a warning for speeding.

The group chat exploded the night he posted a photo of his black eye and bloodied nose, the front camera catching the end of his baseball bat on the ground, covered in a substance no one really knew what to call, but the nails glinted in the low light and El’s sneaker could be seen in the corner. Luckily, the body of the rogue demodog was just out of shot.

“C’mon, I barely have anyone but you guys on the app,” Steve had countered.

So it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise when you were on top of your boyfriend one day - messy haired and topless, black bra strap hanging from a shoulder - that he reached for his phone on the nightstand when it pinged.

“Steve Harrington, you better be fucking joking,” you’d said, deadpan.

The boy grinned, pink cheeked and lips kiss bitten as he tried to catch his breath from when you’d stolen it with your mouth on his throat. He shrugged and shook his phone.

“C’mon, I’m proving a point,” he murmured, voice lilted and soft, teasing. He ran a warm hand down the expanse of your chest, over the dark lace and across the stripe of skin above the hand of your shorts. “Babe. Baby.”

“Proving a point to who? Dustin?” You laughed, squirming when Steve poked at your ribs, grinning when he groaned at the movement of you over his lap. “The boys know you’re not a virgin, babe, it’s okay.”

Steve huffed and tried not to let his cheeks warm at your words, holding the phone up even when you still laughed. But he waited, brows raised expectantly, his smile a little smug.

“Fine,” you huffed, rolling your eyes at the pleased expression on his face as he stayed against the pillows, grin wide, eyes a little hazy, hair a mess from your tugging fingers.

He snapped the photo just as you covered your face with both hands, thighs still splayed over his hips, your bare stomach on show and your own exasperated grin showing through the gap in your palms. If people looked close enough, they’d see the lavender and rose coloured marks on your neck, the one just hidden by your forearm on your chest.

The group chat turned into chaos mere minutes after, the kids calling for Steve to be banned from the app, Nancy trying to explain that nobody needed to see that, and god, it’s the middle of the day, guys! Eddie called you both animals, Jonathan made an offhand comment about the composition of the photo, Robin said she was blocking Steve and Argyle sent ten thumbs up emojis.

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#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfic #Steve baby blurb

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spitdrunken · 3 months

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I’m busy as usual lately, and if you’re new here, my interests tends to change up pretty quickly and strongly because of my neurodivergency lolol I see all your hazbin requests, and I will try to get to them <33 In the meantime, my girlfriend has dragged me into Ace Attorney (so blame her), and I cleaned up this ‘discord fic’ we wrote together, haha.

notes: dick gumshoe x female!reader (reader is very explicitly female here; please don’t go in hoping for ambiguity!), age gap (gumshoe is early 30s, reader is early 20, inexperienced reader. other than that, this is just very consensual sex. enjoy!

essentially, the entire crux of the idea is that gumshoe has a hookup app he uses sometimes, and you meet through there. you haven’t had that much sex, or just not sex with guys, but you’re bored and you’re horny and you decide- why the hell not? you assume nothing will really come out of it, anyway.

maybe there's just a far higher number of guys on the app you were on, and most of them just sent you a picture of their ugly penis or the most horrendous, sexual pickup line in existence… you'd practically given up on both the app and the male population in general, when you encounter gumshoe. who just tells you how pretty you are and asks how your day has been. he is outrageously attractive himself, and so you have to wonder whether or not he’s even real… despite the different start,i feel like he still wouldn't take too long to ask if you want to come over to his place sometime, but that's only normal and expected- it's the very purpose of the app such as the one you're using, after all! he warns you beforehand that his apartment doesn’t look like the best of places on the outside, and agrees to do anything you want beforehand to verify his identity! like sending pics of himself in certain poses, or (video)calling.

and you show up and all of your nerves just crash into you at once. you’re standing in the parking lot and you get so nervous you might as well throw up. you don’t really do stuff like this, but you were lured here by his genuine compliments and his good looks. you are almost tempted to text him that you’re going home, something came up, or to be rude enough to ghost him entirely- but there’s a little bit of guilt welling up inside you, knowing that you agreed with all of this, and he’s waiting for you and got his hopes up.

the reason you initially do go up to the door is this guilt. at your hesitant knock at the door, it immediately swings open, as if he had been waiting right beyond. you’d guessed from his pics he’d be big, but he’s really tall, and the spitting image of the pics he uploaded, rather than some of the horror stories you’ve heard.

"h-hi!!" you squeak. "i'm from the, uh, thing." you give him a little wave, and immediately feel stupid, quickly lowering your hand. your face is already on fire, and you don’t quite know what else to say.

gumshoe, on the other hand, only needs to take one look at you to be able to see how nervous you are. (while people often consider him dumb, he’s at least got emotional intelligence to make up for it. not to mention, he’s been around this block plenty of times before.)

"pal, c'mon, sit down. you look like you're about to pass out," he says, though not unkindly, and leads you inside before pulling back a chair from his dinner table. you're pretty happy to do as he says. "are you okay?"

"yeah, um-" you wring your hands together on your lap, face flushed, not meeting his eye. "i'm sorry. i don't really do stuff like this…. ever. i-is that weird? i just, uh, well…" you laugh sheepishly and awkwardly. "you were- you are very handsome, what can i say?"

he laughs, louder than you think you deserve, but it's boisterous. not laughing at you. "you sure do know how to make a man feel special, huh? but… hey. look at me." he's sitting opposite you now, a kindly smile on your face. "we don't hav'ta do anything you don't want to. we don't have to do anything at all! i want you to have a good time. both of us should have a good time. 'course, i'm always happy to have such a pretty lady in my home.. but i'm not gonna make you do something you don't wanna."

after his little motivational speech, you've calmed enough that your breathing has slowed down to regular levels.

"thank you, i really do appreciate it… um. i wanna try, at least. i bought new lingerie 'n everything," you mumble, eyes averted.

"just for little old me? you shouldn't have." dick's smile is goofy and genuine and luring you closer, allowing him to reach out for your waist.

"would you mind if i take a look? i'd love to see your pretty new panties." you don’t trust your tongue to make any comprehensible noise right now, so you just rapidly nod. "that's my girl."

maybe he keeps sitting down at the table, and pats his knee, inviting you to sit down on his lap. not right over his crotch, he doesn’t want to push you that quick and that hard. maybe you're wearing a cute little dress so he just pulls the hem up, and without even thinking about it, you reach out and taking him from it, holding it up for him,, you're very very red in the face and looking anywhere except at him, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he says ‘thanks’.

he just places one of his big, warm hands on your thigh, rubbing circles on the skin on the inside, and with the other hand he just traces a single finger up the length of your thigh, closer and closer to your panties to see if you don't get spooked. even when he touches your underwear, he doesn't go for your clit or anything like that, just running the tip of his finger over the side of it. maybe it's pink n lacy and slightly see through.

"that's so adorable," he tells you, maybe even tugging a little at the pink little bow on top. "s'like you read my mind and you knew exactly what i wanted to see! special girl."

"i- i'm sure i'm not… mmm--" gumshoe just hums in response, question unspoken. "i'm sure you've had prettier girls over." and you immediately want to hit yourself over the head for saying something like that, but it was what you were thinking.

"hah!" he practically guffaws, entirely unfazed. "you'd be surprised, pal. all i ever seem to hook are skinny little guys. which is all fine and good, love ‘em, but there are plenty who are just- if they can't be bothered to just say 'hi' before starting to talk about my dick, i just block 'em."

you can't help but laugh a little, and look at his face for the first time, meeting with relaxed eyes and a kind smile. (if you're going to catch feelings for this man, you swear to god--) "i guess we're pretty similar, then. i only got, uh, dick pics and bad one liners… you were the first one to just ask how i was feeling." for a moment, you can forget you're sitting in a stranger's lap with your dress pulled up, and his fingers centimeters away from your clit. maybe this guy just has that effect on people.

"people can be weird," he sighs and shakes his head a little. "that, or they just ask for the strangest things. i had this one guy over once, and he just straight up asked for fisting, which, y’know, never mentioned that anywhere before! how do ya even think you want my damn fist inside you, when you can't even handle my cock?"

"o-oh yeah?" you stammer out, the unspoken question on your lips (are you THAT big???!!??) obvious to both people in the room, and you don't even think about it as your eyes shift a looot lower than his face.

there's a tangible shift in the air, and gumshoe chuckles. when he speaks again, his voice is about an octave lower. "eyes up here, sweetheart." you jolt, practically spit out an apology, and he laughs again, louder this time. "no, no, i'm sorry, was just messing with ya. but you got curious, didn't ya? c'mere."

he takes your wrist, grip loose enough that you could pull away at any moment, but you don't. he places your hand right on top of his crotch, and places his own hand over yours. he is… big, and your face is burning. "i can see that you're wet yourself, sweetheart, so i think ya should know i've been hard ever since you walked through that door."

#dick gumshoe x reader #ace attorney x reader #dick gumshoe #cha.gumshoe #cw.age gap #cw.agegap

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