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nouearth · 3 months

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nsfw alphabet w/ bruce wayne.

bruce wayne x male reader.

a/n: something new i've been meaning to try, so thank you for this request for finally pushing me to do so!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

we all know bruce is a busy man. it's an unfortunate norm to wake up in the morning to his side of the bed and see nothing but the wrinkles of the bed sheets that once warmed his body; to visit him at work because he forgot lunch (again) and wait in his office because he was currently in another meeting; to watch him with exhaustion and worry in the night while he scans through evidence files regarding a new criminal case.

in short, it's exhausting to even think about putting yourself in his shoes, and bruce wonders how you managed to stay with him for so long. it's not his fault, though, and you tell him that through sweet whispers in his ears when he's feeling down, through a simple doting embrace when he falls asleep during the rare occurrence you two could watch a movie together. and he's grateful to have someone like you.

whenever you two had sex, bruce would make sure he took his time with you. he doesn't stop until his body is spent, until your body is wrecked from the love and lust he has for you, and when you two finally finish after a series of rounds, he holds you close. breathing, panting—floating because he lost count in how many times he had come in your wrecked hole.

he spoons you, your back to his sweaty chest, refusing to pull himself out of your hole (at least until his cock goes limp), and he likes having his palm over your own chest to remind him that you're still here. your heart runs an electrifying marathon, then slowly comes to a calming jog because he adores your body, caressing and allowing his hands to roam free wherever he pleases. he loves feeling every tremor your body would retrieve as he dozed you off with a slurry of languid kisses across your nape, then the melt of your muscles the closer he holds you, and when you've fallen asleep and let slumber press your full weight into him, he does the same—because you're safe now.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

not to sound like a pervert, but bruce really loves your thighs. whether they were exposed in those shorts you like to wear inside the manor or deliciously full and contained in those dress pants he brought for you; he always had his hand on your lap. whenever he needed your attention and you were sitting next to him, he would squeeze your thigh because you were ticklish there. whenever you two went out to eat, he preferred sitting next to you because your thigh was the toastiest furnace for his hand. he just liked how... complex your thighs were. soft and malleable to touch yet toned and firm when he suckled on the flesh. not to mention, they were the perfect handles whenever bruce went down on your cock and sucked you off.

for bruce, he's quite proud of his shoulders. they've always been broad since he was younger, but with intense training, they've only gotten larger and broader since then. and he's glad that he isn't alone in this inclination. whenever bruce was stressed, you'd massage his shoulders until he snapped out of his migraine and turned to thank your presence with a kiss. and of course, bruce's shoulders weren't for purely aesthetics. they were also extremely useful, practically acting as your own bike handles, as you rode his cock. they provided you balance and leverage as you worked a sweat on riding out his orgasm inside of you, until your ass was thickly filled with his warm seed. and even that, that doesn't stop you from stopping and milking him out.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

god, when it came to you, he is obsessed with your cum. he's completely enthralled how much cum could come out of you simply from him fucking you, and it was why he preferred you riding him, or at least on his lap, so he could have the best view of your cock spitting out thick loads of cum and fuck, splash zone much? he loved how warm it was when you would spray across his face, even his face at times as he proceeded to fuck you harder. and knowing that it would make you blush and whine, he loved scooping your cum up off his body and tasting you. nowhere near sweet like fantasies have endorsed, but perfectly and deliciously edible on his tongue, to the point where he makes sure he'll be sucking you off clean before you doze off.

for bruce, he loves the sight of his cum anywhere on your body. in your ass, on your back, between your thighs, every place imaginable was a turn on. but if he had to pick, fuck... coming on your face was a true delight that would beckon him for another round simply from watching your features get layered and layered with his thick loads. it was dirty, erotic, and demeaning, especially as you waited for his loads on your knees, but fuck—he couldn't get enough of it. he couldn't get enough of decorating you in his own musk.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

it's all about taking control for bruce. whether it's him as the caped crusader or him in bed, bruce likes being treated as someone respectable, someone with honor, someone with authority. and when it came to you, he likes being called sir.

on some occasions, it would be your secret code for him if you were horny and needed to go somewhere private with him in public.

feeling a little famished, sir. hm? couldn't quite hear you. sir, i said i'm feeling famished. now get in the bathroom before someone takes— okay, okay! geez.

on many occasions, bruce would use it to his advantage and tease you in bed. the tip of his cock would barely graze your pucker, tracing and circling the tender flesh with a covet for your begging. c'mon, tell me what you want. use the right words. f-fuck, please. i n-need your cock, sir. louder. i need you to speak clearly. sir! please! sir! i need you cock!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

they weren't wrong when the media labelled him as a 'playboy'. although, he had definitely settled down by the time he met you; earlier on, it was nonstop hook-ups with majorly women. for men, he'd leave it at blowjobs and nothing more. but hey, despite his inexperience with men, a hole was a hole, right? as long as it took his cock without any pushback, there was no complaint! besides, there was little difference in pleasuring women and men. he even found it exciting to learn from you, to learn with you, in how to give each other the best pleasurable one could offer.

you could proudly boast that you were the first one to put a finger in bruce's ass. and perhaps, convince him to put something else inside of him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

it's already been mentioned before, but bruce loves having you on his lap. not because of laziness or anything, but he truly loves your body and how incredibly vulnerable it had become as you fuck yourself on his cock. it was a culmination of your body putting on a performance for him and showing off his favorite parts about you, exposing it and further enticing bruce to do whatever he wanted to you, with every single bounce.

the bounce of your cock and pecs in rhythm with your hips, fucking yourself down on his cock; the droplets of sweat covering your skin in a greasy yet glorious sheen that could make him cream inside of you right then and there; the change in your expressions whenever bruce began fucking up into you instead, meeting your own hips in a steady and quick pace. his arms hurt from straining his own weight, but fuck was it worth it when you came all over him in thick, long spurts.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

bruce isn't usually humorous in bed. rather, he finds enjoyment in teasing you through a mixture of his demands and his actions. what always worked was pulling his cock out until only the plump tip was nearing its exit, and he always found amusement in how quick desperation came to possess your body and thoughts as you'd wiggle your ass back in attempt to shove him back inside.

mm-mm, what's the word? p-please, sir!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

since you've known bruce, he had always maintained a very tidy and orderly appearance, probably because he was constantly in the spotlight since he was a kid, and his groin completely mirrored that upbringing. rather than completely going bare, he likes leaving enough hair to provide you a preview of what's to come after the first few centimeters of trimmed hairs—an appetizer before the main course, he reckoned.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

with how much work and his second persona has taken over his life, that left little time with you, and he feels absolutely guilty about it. it depends on the mood, but whether you two were engaged in rough or vanilla sex, bruce made sure to stick close to you. lace his fingers into between yours, have his mouth on your body at all times, mark you and kiss you wherever he hadn't, remind you how much he missed you, how much he loved you, how you were only his. fuck, he was possessive, and you found that incredibly romantic as much as it was suffocating at times. he made sure you praise you, to remind you how beautiful you looked taking his cock like this.

and before he falls asleep, he'd always whisper in your ear that he loves you, even if slumber had already taken you as hostage and stripped you away from the comfort of his assurance.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

bruce tries his best from jacking off, especially since he knows how much more gratifying it is to have you clench around him; to have you on your knees and swallow his cock down. but fuck, you were a tease. you loved sending him thirst traps whenever you knew he would be swamped up in a day full of meetings, and you knew you'd successfully infiltrated his mind when he would dislike your message with a thumbs down.

though, thanks to bruce sending you countless videos of him rubbing himself through his pants, you were left with little imagination on how bruce was spending his short break.

bruce has never been so thankful for you in his life. it took some convincing to get bruce on board with filming himself fucking you. and ever since then, bruce no longer had to rely on the memories of your warm touch, of your sweaty scent, of your whimpers as he blue-balled himself in his office.

right then and there, he'd whip his cock out from the zipper of his pants, and jacked off to the most recent video between you and him on his phone. and not to toot his own horn, but fuck was bruce a great director. up-close shots of your body, glistening under a layer of your own hot sweat, followed by thick droplets from bruce's. the flash on his phone made it so much more erotic, like an amateur porno, as it would focus on his cock driving deep into your ass from his perspective, his groans rumbling intimately over the speakers. bruce's abdominal muscles would flex and his core would engage as he mustered another strength to power through exhaustion, fueled by your begs and whimpers for him to fuck you harder, and fuck, it was better than porn. to recount and watch how he wrecked you that night made him bust multiple thick loads, and unfortunately soil his pristine suit.

to which, you'd most definitely pay for, one way or another, when he gets home from work.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

remember when i mentioned bruce liked having control? well, that definitely comes into effect when he's rough-housing you. only if you're in the mood of course (and you were always in the mood), but there's something so gratifying to him when he has his hand around your neck, your skin blooming under the warmth, squeezing harder and harder as he's fucking you into the bed. being rough with you also goes hand-in-hand with his praise kink, singing you low and sweet affections in your ear while you're taking his cock like you've always meant to.

that's it, fuck. good boy. like that? you like that? fuck, your sweet hole loves that.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

he'd love to be more experimental, but unfortunately that has to account for his schedule and for the most part, you two mostly have sex in bed. if not, it was a little quickie in his office. which isn't bad, but the idea of his temptation wearing his patience thin and just absolutely ravishing you in his car, or in a bathroom some place, had run through his mind multiple times.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

as much as bruce knew that you dreaded it, there was a reason why he insisted on you coming to his charity galas. it was those god-damn suits he'd buy for you and it would be the only time he'd think to himself that the money was well-spent, if it even mattered to him.

bruce, i don't think i need another suit. what's wrong with the ones you got me two years ago?

out of style, out of season. see, i told you there's a reason why we don't follow trends.

it was distracting. it was the rare times where you'd look completely different from your normal self. your hair in a different style. your suit tailored according to your build. your confidence covertly reviving because you didn't want to admit that you actually really liked looking like this. your forearms breaching free when you rolled up your sleeves, and fuck, it was so seductive. if bruce hadn't dressed you and helped out with the styling, he'd assume you'd come from old money.

sometimes he'd regret it because all eyes were on you, on bruce's man, and it was a complete nuisance dealing with drunk patrons attempt to flirt with you as if you could even understand anything they were saying with their limp tongue in the way of their speech.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

listen, bruce is down for anything, but he doesn't exactly get wax play. maybe he's been almost set on fire too many times to count, but the idea of accidentally burning your skin because he poured too much or something makes him freak out. it was more about the discomfort regarding your safety, than his overall distaste for it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill,)

bruce doesn't admit it, but in your words, he's pretty selfish. not in a bad way because he always makes it up to you afterwards, but it was the control thing coming to play again. you suck him off first, and then he'll reward you with his own mouth if it was deemed worthy enough (you know it's a bluff, but it's always fun to play along).

he loves seeing you take his cock. it feels like almost every other day where you're down on your knees and sucking him off, and he hasn't gotten tired of it yet. you know where his cock like no one else, know where he was the most sensitive, how he liked it sloppy and dripping from your spit. it was a fucking turn on to see you so devoted to pleasuring him.

for giving, he's better at rimming than giving you blowjobs. for the most part, he hates that gagging feeling whenever he barely took his cock in your mouth, and you'd always tease him for it, making him blush profusely. he's never been bad at something, even if you don't say it, so he makes it up in devouring your ass like it's been a week since he's had proper food. like your blowjobs, he likes having you dripping in spit, your musky hole wet and tender from the amount of turns he's had licking and fucking you with his tongue. and the way you pushed your ass out and arched into the back as he buried his nose in between your cheeks discovered a new kink of his: asphyxiation.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

for the most part, it depends on his mood and energy. if it was a stressful day, he expects you to let him wreck your body until it was spent and pliant beneath him. to properly get him off, he needed the most lewd sounds to come out of your mouth; the writhe in your body because he got a little carried away at first but you then slowly adjusted yourself to; the friction of the sheets burning at his knees; he needed you hard and your body was going to feel the consequences the next morning. and then there are days where bruce wants to take his time with you, worship your body with the hands you would always hold onto whenever you felt at unease; with the mouth you would always latch onto with your own whenever you needed to renew vitality; with his body you would always safeguarded yourself in no matter how you were feeling because you knew bruce never failed to protect you. his thrusts would slow, languid but never lazy as he liked keeping you on your toes and hitting you at the deepest spot with a sudden rut, and then measured again as he pulled himself out, watching his cock throb and watching your hole take all of his love in with no objection.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

quickies were never as satisfying as the time fully spent with you, but it got the job done. usually on days where he was the most stressed and needed to let something out, he'd call you over to the office for lunch and where you were expecting to eat your steamy leftovers with him, you ended up bent over his office desk, naked from the waist below, taking bruce's frustration up for the day. not that you were complaining, though. he always extended his lunch to properly eat with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

bruce is pretty content with his sex life with you. if you mentioned something about a new kink or wanting to experiment, he'd take up the entire night or two researching up about it, studying it methodically to ensure nothing wrong can happen and how to handle the situation if it does.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

the man can go all night, have you seen his training regime? and the best part is? you let him have his way with you with multiple rounds despite usually being the one to cum first, and it would be a norm to have you coming again in the same night.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

he owns very little toys, no other reason being than bruce wanting you to rely on his dick for pleasure only. he wants you dependent on it, so there's a pretty big chance you might offend him if you suggest a phallic-type toy.

why the hell do you want a dragon dildo?! fifteen inches?!?! jesus christ—am i not big enough or something?!

what—no! didn't you say you liked seeing me struggle?! if anything, it's for YOUR own pleasure, bud. geez...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

bruce loves teasing you. to be honest, who in the world doesn't love teasing their partner? it's adorable to see you try to squirm away from him when he's hugging you from behind while you're doing whatever and kissing the shell of your ear, then slipping his hand down your pants to feel how hard your dick had gotten from the most minuscule action. and fuck, when he throws in a little verbal play to remind you about how your dick is his and no one else's; you'd be thinking about it for the rest of the day, at least until bruce left for work and you were back onto his bed, sprawled out and whimpering as you spilled multiple loads over your tummy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

there's something extremely sexy in a way that bruce tries to contain his volume through gritted teeth. it was intimate the way lust unveiled himself. hushed groans in your ear, biting into your earlobe then neck to keep himself from moaning out loud, and fuck, he'd tremble from how much pleasure you were giving him. it would be reflected through his breaths, ruptured as he panted in your mouth during a kiss.

and you were so fucking proud when the moment he disposed a load inside of you, he couldn't help but gush out a deep, guttural moan from within, one that would shake you to your core, and possessed you to spill your own load simply from the sound of his relief.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

if bruce had all day with you, he'd want to spend it dry-humping you, specifically in suits. he saw it in a movie once, two men gyrating each other while one was on the other's lap, and it was even hotter than two nude men blowing each other off. and fuck, was he right. there was nothing more infuriating than seeking for pleasure that could be more gratifying. he'd angle his hips, you'd angle yours, and you two would rub, hump into each other's cocks, grind against one another with a steady rhythm while he stilled your head for an equally heavy make-out session. you'd beg for him to just take you right then and there, rip your clothes off and everything, but no. bruce doesn't and never does, and he persists, relieving your aching cock with his own until you two stain the inside of your dress pants, a deep and thick wet spot forming at the center of the trousers afterwards.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

bruce would be above average, but definitely not hung like most people assume, and you liked that. it was perfectly fit for your body and most importantly, bruce knew how to utilize that thing. he dug deep, made sure you feel every inch, and fuck, his heavy balls holding his thick cum-loads were the cherry on top of your desires for him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

sex would be the first thing on his mind whenever bruce is stressed. maybe not so much when he's pummeling down criminals, but more so in his daily life where he's swamped in meetings and talking with shareholders. i mean, is it his fault that you looked so good frying up eggs this morning? you had absolutely no reason to, especially when sleep was still laced in your face.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

bruce has always been a nocturnal animal. even when you've fallen asleep first and nothing but the sounds around him were a droning brown noise specifically curated to lull him to sleep, he'd still remain awake for a while before falling asleep. there was too much on his mind, even if he had emptied it out inside of you. overwhelming thoughts came in as quick as they came out, and luckily, you were there to be the support he needed.

the soft snores of your slumber were evidence that you felt safe with him, a reminder that you were able to sleep like this because he did a fucking great job in keeping you away from danger, and he hoped it would remain that way as he snuggled into you, holding you close to his chest as if tomorrow could change the trajectory of fate.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

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cal-kestis · 8 months

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HOW TO: Make an iPhone Layout + Downloadable Template

Hi! I've gotten a few messages asking for a tutorial on my iPhone gifsets — but instead of only doing a tutorial (that would probably be triple the length this one already is), I decided to turn my layout into a template with all the bits and bobs! In the "tutorial" under the cut, I'll share everything you'll need, a free template download, and quickly go over how to use this template. :)

Disclaimer: This template uses Video Timeline and this tutorial assumes you have a basic to intermediate understanding of Photoshop.

PHASE 1: THE ASSETS

1.1 – Download fonts. These are the fonts used for all assets I've included in my template: – SF Pro or SF Pro Display (Regular, Medium, Bold): Either version works, they look nearly identical. You can download directly from https://developer.apple.com/fonts/ or easily find it via Google – Bebas Neue: Free on Google Fonts, Adobe Fonts, and dafont – Times New Roman (Bold): Should be a default font in Photoshop

Make sure to download and install any of the fonts you don't already have before opening my template. That way, once you open the template file, all the settings (font size, weight, spacing, color, opacity, etc.) are as intended.

1.2 – Download my template. Before you use my template, all I ask is that you don't claim or redistribute it as your own and that you give me proper credit in the caption of your post. Making these iPhone gifsets takes me a longgg time and turning this layout into a template took several hours too.

DOWNLOAD TEMPLATE VIA KO-FI ← This template is completely free to download (just enter $0), but if you feel inclined to tip me, I appreciate you! 💖

BTW this template also includes some of my frequently used icons!

NOTE: If, for some reason, you open the template and see the pop-up shown below, click "NO" — otherwise, the fonts will be all messed up:

And if you see this triangle with an exclamation point by a text layer, don't double-click it — it'll mess up the font as well:

PHASE 2: THE GIFS

I'm just going to briefly go over gif sizes and my recommendations. Also, keep in mind when grabbing your scenes, you'll want all of these gifs to be the same amount of frames.

2.1 – Background Gif: 540 x 540 px. I recommend this size so you have a good amount of visibility for the gif behind the iPhone wallpaper. I also recommend making this black and white (or in my case, black and white with a slight blue tint — idk I just like the way it looks) so the wallpaper coloring can stand out.

2.2 – Wallpaper Gif: 230 (w) x 500 (h) px. Keep in mind the very narrow dimensions of the wallpaper! And also keep in mind that you'll have a bunch of apps and widgets covering the image. I try to use wide shots (or layer my clips into looking like wide shots). Also, keep in mind your color scheme for your set and your character's aesthetic! I tend to focus on one or two colors for the wallpaper.

I usually position the wallpaper to the side with 20px bumpers, so there's lots of space to see the background:

2.3 – Large Photo Widget Gif: 201 (w) x 96 (h) px.

2.4 – Small Photo Widget Gif: 94 x 94 px.

PHASE 3: THE TEMPLATE – "IPHONE" FOLDER

In this section, I'll try to quickly walk you through how to use this template and some bits that may require extra instructions. I'll be going through each folder from top to bottom.

3.1 – Status Bar. Time, Service, and WiFi are pretty self-explanatory. In the Battery folder, you can use the shape tool to adjust the shape layers labeled "Fill (Adjustable Shape!)" to customize the battery level.

3.2 – Message Notification. Again, these are pretty self-explanatory. I've already masked the circle for the contact photo, so you can simply import any photo and use the transform tool to shrink it down. The circle is 24x24 px. If you don't want to use a photo, there's another folder called Default Initials.

If your message text can't fit the text box, the message should end with ellipses which is how iOS caps off long texts.

3.3 – Blurred Banner (IMPORTANT) This folder is easy to miss because there's only one placeholder layer in there. On iPhones, the area behind a banner notification and the dock get blurred (including the wallpaper and any apps).

What to do: Make a duplicate of the apps in Row 1 and/or widgets that intersect the message banner, convert them all into one smart object, apply a Gaussian Blur filter (Radius: 3.0 pixels) on the smart object, and move the smart object into this masked folder!

(There's another masked folder in the Wallpaper folder for the dock which I'll go over in that section.)

3.4 – Apps Turn off the yellow guide if you don't need it to keep things aligned and turn off layers you don't need by clicking the eye icon. Replace the "App" placeholder text with your app name, change the color or gradient of the square to compliment your color scheme, and add your custom app icon overlay!

If you can't find an app icon you need from the ones I provided, flaticon.com is a great resource. Also, if you can only find the filled version of an icon, check out this tutorial for how to make any text or shape into an outline.

Also, each app folder has 4 notification bubble options (1-4 digits). Again, you can toggle these on and off as you need!

3.5 – Big Widgets I like using these when my wallpaper has A LOT of negative space to fill. I included the Photos and Books widgets in my template, but there are lots of widgets available on iPhones. You can check some of the other ones I've done here, or if you have an iPhone, simply try adding some widgets to your phone!

There are also widgets bigger than these, but they would take up half of the phone screen which is why I don't use them for these edits.

3.6 – Small Widgets The only thing I'll say about these — because they're pretty straight forward — is there are a lot more weather themes than I included in my template. Also, if you set your character's phone to evening, the weather widget will show a dark background (sometimes with stars), so keep that in mind.

Speaking of, I've included Light Modes and Dark Modes for, I think, every applicable widget.

3.7 – Page Dots These barely perceptible dots indicate that your character has more pages of apps than shown in your gifset (so if an anon tries to come at you, you can just say "it's on the next page of apps" /j /lh)

3.8 – Dock Again, the dock has notification bubble options and I've included the default app designs, custom filled designs, and custom outlined designs for iMessage, Phone, Email, and Safari (there's also a FaceTime alternative if that's how your character rolls). These are usually the apps people keep in their Dock, but this is fully customizable too. So, if your character is, like, super obsessed with Candy Crush or something and needs it in thumb's reach — you can put it in the dock.

3.9 – Wallpaper This whole folder is masked already to a 230x500 px rounded rectangle.

Inside, you'll find another "Blurred Portion" folder for the area behind the message banner notification and the dock.

What to do: Duplicate your gif layer and place it in this folder, remove any sharpening filters, and apply a Gaussian Blur filter (Radius: 3.0 px). Be sure to add any coloring/adjustment layers ABOVE this folder and your original sharpened gif layer.

PHASE 4: EXPORT

We made it!

I hope this template makes it super easy for you to recreate this layout! If you decide to try it out, feel free to tag me with #usernik.

If you notice anything wonky about the template, kindly let me know so I can fix it! And if you have any questions about how to use this template, please don't hesitate to send me a message! I just ask that you try to be specific in your question so I'm able to answer you the best I can!

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scarlett-foxxx · 3 months

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IMPORTANT BIMBO REQUEST & WARNING!!!

👇 Ok this is a long read so thought i’d give you some cute bimbo pics first 🤭

I think (I know, great way to start for a bimbo hey? Thinking 😋 anyway…) I do think that there should be a concerted effort for bimbos to not continually be pushed by doms/dommes or hypnotists or just people in general to be these perfect bodied Barbie dolls pumped up with botox & huge lips, a bbl ass & larger than life tits & instead focus on the attitude & aesthetic that comes with being a bimbo.

I’ve been around the hypnosis & bdsm scene for a while now, and it just keeps showing up ~ the typical “bimbo” should be “this” or “that” etc & that’s just not true ~ especially these days, the bimbo is basically a girl who wants to be girly lol or bubbly & mainly loves pink. That’s it! That’s all it should be!

Yes, we like to dumb down & drop out while listening to files or just act a certain way, but more and more I see bimbos or wannabe bimbos saying that they want less focus on sucking c*ck or being subservient to a man etc & absolutely NO body modification suggestions ~ we simply want to be light & airy, bubbly & dreamy & would like hypnosis or conditioning to assist in this.

Most of us definitely don’t want to think at times & almost all of us want to be the best bimbos we possibly can be, but that SHOULD NOT entail body modifications in any way, shape or form.

1. It’s demoralizing

2. It’s based on misogynistic principles 🙅‍♀️

3. It’s dangerous! ~ many cases are being brought to light where these procedures are causing health problems later (look it up if you don’t know, trust me it’s shocking)

4. You’re fucking beautiful the way you are you gorgeous, bubbly bimbo! (Sorry for the swear but I needed you to know it 😋)

👇 ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL BIMBOS ARE FANTASTIC (I am not hating on those that get body modifications, but it’s not for everyone & it should not be pushed on us to be a bimbo the “right way” aka “keep going” attitudes etc.

So yeah, bimbos & babes who love bimbos or hypnotists/doms/dommes PLEASE rethink the “look” & “actions” of the bimbo in your files & your attitudes towards bimbos in general! I guarantee there will be so much acceptance if your files/blog/dms etc are not based on misogyny & the typical bit titted, d*ck sucking lipped plastic doll.

Thanks in advance!

Luvya 😘

Scarlett 💕🫧✨

#bimbo training #bimbo girl #bimbo doll #bimbo dreams #bimbo babe #bimboification #bimbo hypnosis #bimbo goals #bimbolife #bimbo goddess

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bunberiii · 6 months

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13. bunlix original (third free template!)

Introducing "13. Bunlix Original", a Netflix-inspired Google doc template for single muses based around the aesthetic of ENHYPEN's 'Bite Me'. This document includes custom-made elements to include space for general information, personality, character details & quirks, relationships, and character backstories.

PERSONAL UPDATE: I know I haven't posted in a bit, unfortunately, my life outside of tumblr has become a lot busier, so my frequency of templates might be less. BUT I am hoping to finish at least two more this month!

notes/rules

editing and modifications are welcome once you purchase the template.

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resizing or moving objects/images can throw off the document, so be careful.

do not remove my watermark/credits!

please like or reblog this post if you use my template! ♡

how to use

click the source link above

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follow the instructions left on the note attached

once you receive access to the template, go to file → make a copy

how to edit

to most easily put in your own images, go to replace image then choose how you wish to replace it (either uploading a file or via the image's URL).

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hellsite-detective · 4 months

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Can you find this post for me?

Like preferably the whole thing with all the reblogs. Thanks so much!!

findin' this post was relatively simple. the first thing i did was went to the first blog in the chain and did some snoopin' around for evidence, filterin' for "some boy aesthetics™" and found the post pretty quickly. i then came back over here to file it away when i realized... there was more to the screenshot. i forgot to scroll down when i began my research.

so i went back to the drawin' board, now lookin' for the LAST address in the chain. but that blog didn't exist anymore. great. so i went to the original file i had and scrolled through the reblogs of that post, filterin' for "yawn" when i stumbled across the post i wanted. the reason it wasn't poppin' up for me was because the username was changed from PESSIMISTICviruoso to OPTIMISTICviruoso. glad to see some change in perspective!

here you are! your post! i hope you enjoy this long list of male positivity! have a great day!

Post Case: Closed

#this post is actually so good omg #more of this positivity please #ask #hellsite detective #post case closed

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nancydrewandthecluecrew · 5 months

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NANCY DREW CASE FILES: 11

CURSE OF BLACKMOOR MANOR

A 14th-century English mansion haunted by a tragic past. The Beast of Blackmoor

Will the tragedy of the past make things hairy for the present? A family and a home full of secrets waiting to be uncovered, unlike the lady of the house who keeps herself hidden away.

Is it the beast that truly haunts these halls? Or is it the people, a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing among them. Only one way to uncover the truth by stepping foot inside the walls and uncovering what's hidden behind the curtain of this mystery? Or maybe...Who?

Amelie Bea Smith as Jane Penvellyn

Lindas young stepdaughter, a curious nature and a craving for attention, especially for playing games, Knoweldgeable and aware of the Manors secrets, is it possible her love of playing games leaves everyone a pawn in her chess match against her stepmother in hopes of moving back? Or is she simply just homesick?

Lucy Boynton as Ethel Bosinny

Jane's tutor from a long line to the Penvellyn Family. Charming and mysterious, with a close attachment to the Penvellyns. Is it possible she knows their secrets? Or maybe has some of her own?

Fiona Shaw as Mrs. Drake

Janes great-aunt, The housekeeper of the Manor, that she would have owned, if not for the arrival of her nephew and his wife, Linda. Devoted to the manor and keeping it in order. Is it possible she might be trying to scare Linda out, so that she may own the manor once more?

Riz Ahmed as Nigel Mookerjee

A historian with interests close to the Manor and the family that resides, Could he be a confidant? or a keeper of their secrets?

Sally Hawkins as Linda Penvellyn

The current lady of the house, refusing to see anyone, believing she is cursed, what keeps her hidden away? Fear of what's out there? or fear of what others might uncover?

7.DOG 10.SHA 11.CUR 13.TRN 15.CRE 16.ICE 17.CRY 22.TOT

#nancy drew dreamcast #nancy drew case files #nancy drew #curse of blackmoor manor #nancy drew characters #nancy drew aesthetic #fan cast #nancy drew cast #nancy drew games

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the-timewatcher · 9 months

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A disgruntled Tumblrina (gender-neutral) made a website and why you should too.

Or "reject social media, return to personal websites".

PART 1: THE PART WHERE I CONVINCE YOU TO MOVE TO PERSONAL WEBSITES

So, the Web 2.0 social media infested landscape seems to be crumbling before our very eyes. Reddit's leadership is increasingly greedy, Twitter is sinking under the weight of Elon's massive, yet increasingly fragile ego, Tumblr is slowly turning into another lifeless corpo-fest, complete with the layout, Instagram continues to be vapid and soulless and Facebook seems to be going the way of MySpace.

(feel free to check the alt text on these, btw)

In these troubling times, where everything looks the same and you're expected to be milked for every dollar you're worth, what is a disgruntled Internet surfer such as yourself to do? Move to an untested alternative that's bound to get overrun by fascists thanks to poor moderation? Stay the course on the sinking ships you're used to?

Well, what if I told you that we've solved this problem way back in the 90's and early 2000's and were merely duped by the Big Zuck into forgetting our legacy? What if there was a cure for the sanitized, dull social media hellscape?

It takes a bit of work, when compared to just using a social media site, but even if your particular use case makes switching difficult (ex. an artist looking to promote their work), it's still a good secondary option to consider.

The core appeal is the ability to customize and individualize, make a corner of cyberspace unabashedly yours,

It can also be an exciting avenue of creative expression, giving whatever you want to say a unique coat of paint,

Most website hosting services are a bit more lax about what you can do on them, due to changes in the profit structure (rather than depending on advertisers and investors, they either have a premium option to give supporters perks, have another product, or, in the case of paid services, you renting that space IS the product),

If you want your website to be more accomodating and accessible, you don't have to file tons of feedback - do it yourself,

If you'd like to connect with other webmasters and promote each other's websites, we have webrings - sets of circular links that connect websites with something in common, be it a topic, aesthetic or friend group,

You're less likely to have your stuff purged by an ill-advised change in policy (especially if you have a backup of your files somewhere),

The more people do it, the less power those massive social media corpos have over the internet,

It can be a load of fun!

If I have you convinced, keep reading into part 2. If you just wanna see what I did, skip to part 3. If neither, feel free to continue scrolling. I won't hold it against you. You'll be missing out, that's all.

PART 2: SO, YOU WANNA MAKE A WEBSITE!

Good choice, here's some resources!

sadgrl's absolute beginner's guide to Neocities - what it says on the tin!

W3Schools - a more in-depth tutorial site, a learning resource so excellent it substituted for what I was supposed to learn in technical highschool (because our teacher just told us to go on W3Schools instead of teaching us shit)

A list of free layouts for your website - whether to use as a base to learn from or to simply take for yourself,

Neocities - the posterchild for free website hosting for personal websites. Doesn't allow video or audio, but you can get around that by linking those files from elsewhere. Beginner-friendly to a fault - once you have an account just drag and drop your files in,

Gitlab (& Gitlab Pages) - a more advanced option, but it has a few advantages of its own. Gitlab is a website hoster second and a version control service first - which is programmer speak for "keeps track of changes in your code and stores a backup of it online". it helps a lot when working on multiple devices or co-writing with a friend. And secondly, you can use Gitlab Actions to automate putting your website up (even on Neocities, like I do!)

My askbox - I am not joking, if you have any questions about any of this, I'd love nothing more than to help you out!

But with most of my indie web propaganda out of the way, it's time.

PART 3: Welcome to Timewatcher OS.

Of course, because I couldn't be normal when it comes to making a website, I had to turn it into a fake operating system. Each subpage is an "app", opened in a separate embed window. It has unlockable wallpapers (no pay2win, prommy). There's bideo games on it! I even made a music player for it so I can share my incongruent music tastes!

Like I said in my Tumblr bio, if I ever go radio silent for more than a month, it means I've gotten fed up with this hellsite and moved to my own homepage permamently. And I highly advise you make an option like this for yourself too! Lastly, if any of y'all would like to start a webring, do let me know in the askbox - I'm down to manage it if I'm not alone in there.

Anyways, I hope I convinced you to make a website, or at least check out some of the cool sites you've been missing out on! Hope to see you on the Old Web!

#webdev #web development #old web #neocities #webcore #indie web #codeblr #resources #save

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little-diable · 1 year

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The Assistant - Charlie Swan (smut)

Another day, another Charlie fic. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: (Y/n) is hired as Charlie's assistant, and even though he doesn't want an assistant, it doesn't take long for them to give in.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, swallowing, somewhat public sex, age gap (legal reader ofc)

Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem!reader (2.4k words)

“Charlie, you’ve got a second?” Charles called out to the man, eyes flickering from (y/n)’s features to the chief. The man had his eyes set on the file he was working on, slowly looking up from the paper. His dark eyes met hers, taking in her features before his slightly confused gaze finally wandered to the police officer. “That’s (y/n), your new assistant.”

“Assistant? I don’t need an assistant, Charles.” The chief’s voice was deep, rougher than (y/n) had expected. She seemingly grew tense next to Charles, eyes trying to find his to figure out why the man didn’t know of her new position.

“Oh, c’mon, we’ve talked about this. You barely make it home before midnight, Charlie, we all know you’d like to spend more time with Bella, and (y/n) can help make that happen.” The chief’s gaze wandered back to (y/n)’s frame, studying the woman for a moment before a deep sigh rumbled through him. Slowly he raised his hand to point to the chair across from his, watching her move closer, all too hesitantly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t involved in this.” She murmured her words, barely able to hold eye contact with the handsome chief. (Y/n) had lived in Forks for a while by now, was no stranger to chief Swan’s appearance, and yet she had never been able to speak to him like this, closer than ever before. He was handsome, undoubtedly so, had something almost mysterious to him that perfectly aligned with the aesthetic of Forks, the town surrounded by trees for miles on end.

“Not your fault.” He closed his file and leaned back in his chair, reaching for his cup of coffee to buy himself some more time. “So, tell me, what did they hire you for?”

“For everything you need me, basically. I’ll make your coffee, take notes, organise your cases and do all administrative stuff, so you can make it home by six.” (Y/n) didn’t comment on it, but the man seemed to grow uneasy at her mention of being able to make it home, awfully oblivious to his uncomfortableness of making it home to an empty house. It felt like he was living with a shadow, the memory of a daughter he rarely saw, since she barely parted from her boyfriend and his family, one with the ones Charlie didn’t quite trust.

“Mhm, alright. I start my days at eight am, sharp, we don’t have much time for breaks.” She didn’t manage to stop her chuckles from bubbling out of her, interrupting him with her lips pulled into a smile as the chief studied her with a curious gaze.

“Don’t worry about that, they’ve shared everything with me, I’ve got your routine written down in detail.” A hum rumbled through the man, and for a few seconds he stared at her, not saying much. She didn’t dare let her eyes wander, holding contact till he finally gave in. Charlie tried to reach for his empty coffee cup, but (y/n) was faster, hand darting out to grab ahold of the cup, leaving his office with a small “I’ll refill it for you”.

And all Charlie could do was watch her disappear, unable to stop his chuckle from clawing through him, murmuring a soft “She’s good” to himself.

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“Grab yourself something to write.” Charlie moved past (y/n)’s table, putting on his jacket as he was walking towards his car, waiting for her to follow.

She had been with him for about two weeks now, adapting to his routine, slowly but surely getting the man to open up. By now both were sharing their lunch breaks, exchanging stories and memories, learning more about one another. Charlie even shared some details about his home life, the daughter he barely saw, the boyfriend he didn’t really like and the uneasy feeling simmering deep inside of him. And (y/n) was right there, to listen, to try and help him with his fear, desperate to put a smile onto his thin lips.

“Where are we going?” (Y/n) asked as Charlie started the car, taking turns left and right to make their way to their destination. Charlie had his dark eyes set on the road ahead, silently cursing the rain that started pouring, pitter pattering against his windows.

“Something had killed most of James’ sheep.” For the past weeks Charlie had tried to figure out what was killing the animals around, adding more and more to the growing number with every passing day. The whole town was in on the hunt, trying to get rid of whatever kept them on their toes. “Do you have an umbrella?”

(Y/n) could only shake her head, not getting the chance to reply as Charlie had already parked the car and ripped his door open. He rounded the car, helping her out of it with his arm tightly slung around her waist and his jacket held over their heads. Her heart was racing, mind focusing on the tight grip he had on her, fingers buried in her skin.

Both found shelter in the farmer’s barn, greeting the man who had been waiting for them. (Y/n) desperately tried to focus on the words the two men were exchanging, scribbling down whatever she could pick up, but her mind wouldn’t let her rest, eyes focused on Charlie, the chief that was still standing close to her, perhaps a tad bit too close. The scent of his cologne stuck to her, mixed with the scent of rain and coffee, a comforting mixture she found herself silently obsessing over.

“(Y/n)?” Charlie murmured her name, ripping her out of a trance with a slight chuckle rumbling through him. “It’s been a long day, huh?”

Heat flushed through her as she murmured a small “Sorry”, hoping that she’d be able to stop her thoughts from wandering. “Alright, thank you for your time, James. I’ll call you if we find something, take care.”

Once again Charlie slung his arm around her waist, guiding (y/n) back to the car, patiently waiting for her to get inside before he rounded the car. Heat blew from the aircon, hoping to warm her shuddering frame up. Charlie’s hand found her thigh, absentmindedly rubbing the soaked through fabric, oblivious to the way (y/n) grew tense, pupils dilating.

“How about we’ll get you home, so you can change?” Their eyes met for a second, and with a nod thrown his way, (y/n) watched Charlie start the car, making his way back out of the forest.

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“Can I help you?” (Y/n)’s eyes met the ones of a girl a few years younger than her, taking in the features that unmistakably reminded her of Charlie. It took her a few moments to realise that Bella had found her way to the police station. “You must be Bella.”

“I’m looking for my dad.” With a nod shot Bella's way, (y/n) let her eyes wander towards Charlie’s frame, watching him through the window of his door. It took the man a moment to feel her eyes on him, shooting (y/n) a small smile before his gaze wandered towards Bella.

“I’m almost finished, then we can head out for some lunch. Bells, that’s (y/n).” Heat flushed through her at the all too obvious gaze Bella shot her father, wondering what Charlie had told his daughter about her.

“I only came by to tell you that I’ll have lunch with the Cullen’s today.” A knowing smile widened on Bella’s lips, eyes flickering towards (y/n) for a second before they found their way back to Charlie. An awkward tension began to rise between them, followed by a few moments of silence, before (y/n) decided to put an end to the situation, turning towards Charlie with a smile.

“I’ll get you some lunch, same as always?” Charlie watched (y/n) reach for her bag, shooting Bella a small smile before she started to move towards the door.

“Wait, I’ll drive with you, gotta make use of my lunch break.”

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“I don’t think you should drink coffee this late in the evening.” (Y/n) placed Charlie’s refilled cup down on his table, looking over his shoulder to get a glimpse of the file he was working on. It was way past 10 pm, the two were the only ones left at the station, and while Charlie tried to wrap his head around the new case, (y/n) found herself watching him from the chair across from his.

“Mhm, you sound like Bella.” Her chuckles echoed through the office, forcing his eyes to meet hers for a second. Charlie couldn’t stop his grin from widening on his lips, averting his gaze before it’d get too obvious. “Come, look at that, tell me what you see.”

(Y/n) moved closer once again, coming to a halt right next to Charlie, trying to focus on whatever he was pointing at. The blurry picture didn’t show much, a bunch of trees, nothing else her eyes could make out. She felt his heat radiating off him, standing closer to the man than she had intended, side brushing against his hand, making goosebumps rise on her skin.

“I,” she had to clear her throat, eyes threatening to flicker towards Charlie. “It’s just trees.” (Y/n) tried to take a step back, but she found herself losing her balance, hand darting out to catch herself, and with a gasp rumbling through her, (y/n) ended up pressed against Charlie. For a few seconds neither Charlie nor (y/n) dared to move, but the second (y/n)’s gaze flickered down to his lips, she felt him move closer.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, eyes meeting his before Charlie closed the gap between them, giving into the pull both had felt for the past days. The kiss was rushed, fueled by their need, the urges and desires keeping them going, desperate to explore more of one another. Charlie pressed (y/n) against his table, parting from her for a second to ask a raspy “Are you sure?”.

“Fuck, yes, need you, Charlie, please.” With a satisfied hum rumbling through Charlie, he pushed her onto his table, nestling between her thighs. His lips found back to hers, moustache tickling her skin, while his hands worked on her blouse, tugging it over her head to gain access to her chest. (Y/n)’s moans filled the office, eyes fluttering close as she felt him fumble with her trousers, lips wandering down her throat to find her sweet spot.

Her hands were trembling, toying with the buckle of his belt, needing to feel him in her hands, finally touching him like she had been dreaming of doing for the past weeks. The tension between them kept growing, threatening to push through them like a volcano erupting. She shuddered against him as she finally managed to free his cock, pumping him with shaking hands.

(Y/n) let go of him to stand up, allowing Charlie to push her trousers down her legs before he turned her around and pushed her front back down on the table. Her hands found the edge of the table, clinging to it with her hands, needing to find something to hold onto.

“There’s no going back after we do this, are you really sure about it?” Charlie had trouble wrapping his head around the fact that (y/n) wanted him as much as he wanted her, clinging to the mere thought of calling her his one day. “Need to hear you saying it, baby.”

“Charlie, I’ll start screaming, if you don’t fuck me now.” A throaty laugh rumbled through the man, and with his hand finding her waist, he pushed into her from behind, groaning as her walls clenched around his cock. (Y/n)’s whimpers urged him on, pulling out only to thrust back into her tightness, groaning whenever her walls fluttered around him.

Their bodies met over and over again, guided by his rough thrusts and her moans, eyes rolling back into her head. (Y/n) squealed his name as he met her swollen spot, struggling to keep on breathing, already feeling her orgasm building up.

“You feel so good, fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this since your first day ‘round here.” The confession left her moaning, teeth buried in her lower lip. (Y/n) struggled to reply, unable to form a full sentence, could only whimper his name. He slung one arm around her waist, hand finding her swollen bundle of nerves, thumb moving in circling motions.

Charlie kept staring at his cock, watching it disappear inside of her, coated in her arousal. Both were about to give in, trying to hold on, not wanting to end the moment just yet. Charlie’s hand wandered up her spine, pulling her from the table against his chest, leg raised with a hand guiding her thigh.

“Fuck, Charlie, I’m-” her orgasm rocked through her without another warning, eyes squeezed shut, hand finding his forearm to claw her fingernails into his skin. He kept fucking her, forehead pressed against her shoulder to relish in the sensation, in the way her walls gripped his cock.

He pulled out of her moment before he could cum, pumping himself with a deep groan roaring through the night. She sank to her knees with trembling limbs, eyes meeting his as she opened her mouth, tongue exposed to him. And with a heavy groan he came, releasing himself on her tongue, allowing (y/n) to taste him.

“Here, I got you.” Charlie pulled her back to her feet, allowing (y/n) to rest against the table as both slowly redressed. Their eyes met again, and with a breathy chuckle rumbling through her, (y/n) pulled Charlie in for another kiss.

#Charlie Swan smut #Charlie Swan imagine #twilight

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