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gblaine-22 · 1 year
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Just watched a woman try to read with a vibrator in and good god the way my brain lit up with ideas of tasks to have a sub do while I control a vibrator inside them …
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Prompt 12
Geralt has a thing for biting. Jaskier has a thing for not looking like a mauling victim the day he performs at a very prestigious court. Geralt agrees he'll hold off on the biting for a few nights, so Jaskier is "presentable." But now he looks unclaimed. He looks like he has nobody that loves him and watches over him. Nobody that can bite him in the heat of passion. Geralt sucks it up and decides that he'll just have to come along to make sure nobody gets any ideas about doing anything to his bard. And so what if he spends most of the night staring longingly at Jaskier's neck like some kind of starved vampire? Who says you get to judge? *grumpy witcher noises*
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daddiesdrarryy · 4 months
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Blaise: I will now torture you, Ron
Ron: Wow, kinky!
Blaise: I think you are brilliant and beautiful
Ron: Wait—
Blaise: You deserve to be cared for
Ron: What’s going on—
Blaise: Your feelings and needs are valid and deserve to be heard
Ron: I need a bloody safeword!
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bimbosanddolls · 6 months
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Choose Your Own Adventure: The Dark Sorceress
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You stand outside the door to the Midnight Cathedral’s throne room. Inside, you’re certain that you will find the Dark Sorceress Narcissa. The very thought of her sends a chill through your body. For years, Narcissa has tormented your kingdom. Tales of princesses being vanished away, curses placed upon entire towns and villages, and countless other terrible stories are whispered throughout the taverns and castles alike. In an attempt to finally cast the shadow of Narcissa away once and for all, a group of promising heroines were assembled and trained to become a new Order of Witch Slayers. You are the fifth Slayer to be tasked with Narcissa’s defeat; the first four having never been seen again after storming the Cathedral. You shudder as you think of your fellow Slayers before taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. You would be the one to finally end the Sorceress' reign of terror and avenge your sisters. With a renewed sense of purpose, you summon a blast of wind magic and send the heavy onyx doors flying open. Inside the throne room, your bold entrance has fallen surprisingly flat. Four veiled figures turn their heads and, though you cannot see their eyes, you can feel their gaze on you. It feels familiar but unfriendly. You’ve interrupted something and they are not pleased. You notice that they are nude; their lithe bodies in stark contrast to the sheer, black veils they wear. Between them, dressed in a long, black gown, sits the Dark Sorceress herself. Her eyes are also fixed on you, but you do not sense any concern in them. Instead, you see her blood red lips curve into a wicked smile as Narcissa stands from her throne and takes a step forward. “My my, what do we have here?” her words are heavy and sensuous. “Had I known we were expecting company, I would have dressed the girls in something a little more… appropriate.” You can feel your blood begin to boil. It’s clear she doesn’t see you as a threat. You reach for the blade at your hip but freeze when your eyes dart from the Sorceress to her attendants. A look of disbelief washes over your face, and Narcissa responds with a knowing laugh. “Oh? Did you notice your friends? Or, forgive me, were they your sisters? I never did bother to understand the structure of your little Order.” You look past her again, taking a moment to focus on each woman still kneeling by the throne. Narcissa wasn’t wrong; these were indeed the missing Slayers. Each of them is recognizable to you, yet different. The fire that previously burned in each of their eyes is now doused. Their toned bodies appear softer, and more inviting. You can’t tell whether either is the result of the Dark Sorceress’ magic but you suppose it doesn’t truly matter right now. Your mission is clear; slay the witch. Rescuing your allies would have to come later. You reach for your blade again, determined to finish this once and for all. If Narcissa is worried at all, her expression does not show it. “Oh darling,” she purrs, “do you really think that cheap piece of steel is going to do anything to me? It doesn’t need to be this way, you know. You could join me, join the others."
She gestures back towards your sisters, "Don’t they seem happy? Does it really seem as though I’ve harmed them in any way? I know you all consider me to be some sort of ‘Dark Sorceress’ but I assure you I am a very kind and loving Mistress.” You say nothing but your eyes shoot back to the former Slayers. Could it be true? Or was this just another one of Narcissa’s evil tricks? Perhaps seeing your hesitation, she takes the opportunity to elaborate. “Think about it, dear. They took you from your families, trained you to little more than tools for their cause, and denied you the chance to make your own path. All I’ve done is offer your ‘sisters’ a choice. And now I offer you the same. You may join us and experience a life of your own, a life that the people you mean to defend have hidden from you. Or, you can fight and feel the fullest extent of my power.”
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theereina · 7 months
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📸: opaglamz
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girlnextvore · 8 months
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So this is how I am spending my night. I am open to comments and this is like ON AVERAGE For the clan
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gblaine-22 · 1 day
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I love the idea of being partnered with a sub who has a filthy Tumblr. I’d make her cock warm me with her pretty mouth as I scrolled through all the things that she liked but was too embarrassed to re-blog. Maybe I’d have her ass plugged or with a vibe inside her. I would read some of the more fucked up things aloud and show her all the filthy images while condescendingly asking her if that’s what she wants me to do to her. It would be so much fun 
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xoxoladyaz · 10 months
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When Stevie Harrington was nine years old, she wrote her future self a list on the front page of her diary. The title of the list read
RULES FOR STEVIE’S FUTURE HUSBAND
and it felt necessary to her nine-year-old self to have this list. Sure, she was young, but she wasn’t dumb. Her parents weren’t like Tommy’s parents who had date nights and kissed each other every time they said goodbye. Stevie’s parents never hugged or kissed each other (or her). And sure, they spent all their time together, but they never looked happy. No, they were always angry, and no matter what Stevie did she couldn’t figure out why. 
(At least, not until Tina Kline’s birthday party.) 
And as soon as she returned home from the party, she ran up to her room and started her list because Stevie Harrington wanted to fall in love someday, she wanted to have a house and a husband who was nice like Tommy’s dad, so it was important that she remembered the Rules.
1. He couldn’t be too old
(They’re ten years apart in age, she heard Mrs. Kline say. That’s just such a large age gap. It’s no wonder that it’s not working, they’re clearly at two very different stages in their lives.)
2. He couldn’t travel all the time for work
(It’s not the age gap that’s the problem, dear, Mrs. Hagan had scoffed back at her. It’s all of Richard’s frequent ‘business trips.’ It’s hard to have a family or a relationship if your husband is never around.)
and most importantly,
3. Any guy who dated around too much before was BAD NEWS
(Girls, we all know what the real problem is, and it has nothing to do with how old Richard is or how much he travels, Mrs. Perkins spoke with determination. Richard has never had a serious relationship in his life. We all know that he made it abundantly clear he was never interested in settling down. He had a new girl every week and she was one of them, for god’s sake! A tiger doesn’t change his stripes and Victoria was a fool to think a baby would change that.
Maybe if they’d had a son, Mrs. Kline had offered, but then they noticed Stevie was there and they stopped talking.)
It was a short list, but it was a good place to start. And as Stevie grew older she added more on to it, like make sure he wears deodorant and has to be a good dancer and never date a guy with a mullet (looking at you, Billy Hargrove.) And that’s not even to mention her large period of self-growth after college when Robin finally convinced her to go to therapy to talk about her family issues, at which point she added on you deserve someone who loves and appreciates everything about you and doesn’t just use you for sex (and fuck, that was a hard and painful lesson to learn. It also put a bit of a damper on dating in her early-twenties but, well, seeing the quality of man that was out there? It was probably for the best. She didn’t want to be Victoria Harrington, after all.)
So why, if Stevie had this list, if she’d had all of these years of preparation, if she knew exactly what she wanted – and more importantly, what she didn’t want – then why, at the age of twenty-six, was Stevie Harrington falling headfirst into a relationship with a world famous rock star who was
1. Twelve years her senior
2. Currently on tour and
3. Had a long, long string of famous (and infamous) ex-lovers?
(And why was her heart telling her that despite all evidence to the contrary, Eddie Munson was going to be the exception to all her rules?)
A/N: LMK if you want to see more of this!
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vladdyissues · 4 months
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transsextual · 5 months
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had a really incredible moment this evening. went to my campus art market where one of my friends was selling the tank top i'm wearing - another friend bought it for me and i'm so overjoyed to have it. usually a fit that leans more Traditionally Masculine feels like a costume but tonight it just felt deeply correct and honest and warm. took the opportunity to take some indulgent little pictures because i do not think i have Ever looked more like myself. so happy.
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try-set-me-on-fire · 1 month
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Tagged by @daffi-990 for fuck it Friday and I finally have a little bit of something I can share. Uh oops its not any of my other wips i just had an idea for a pwp yesterday and so here’s the start of that
They’ve only been at this for a few weeks but already Eddie is starting to think of the time they spend in the loft as mini, sexy vacations. He hasn’t said this out loud because he’s pretty sure Buck would make fun of him for it, but there’s something not altogether like regular life about making out on a nice big bed who’s sheets he didn’t have to change. Also — and this he knows Buck would turn bright pink about — Eddie had kind of been thinking of his house as their house even before they’d taken that last step towards each other and kissed in the kitchen. He’s just biding time at this point, because asking someone to move in not even a month into a relationship is probably embarrassingly over-eager, and Buck’s lease isn’t up till June anyway. He hasn’t actually circled mid May on the calendar, but if he spends his spare time daydreaming about taking Buck out to a nice dinner and asking him to come home for good, that's nobody’s business but his own.
Tagging @shitouttabuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @bigfootsmom @rewritetheending @buckactuallys @butchdiaz @lover-of-mine @thewolvesof1998 if you haven’t shared already!
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