Imagine lying on the couch with a girl leaning against you and she snuggles closer to you when you run your fingers through her hair
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Imagine lying on the couch with a girl leaning against you and she snuggles closer to you when you run your fingers through her hair
Mint
Molly and Irene were sitting on the sofa beside the fireplace in their sitting room.
They were sipping mint tea from their mugs that Irene had made.
Molly took a sip, closed her eyes, and sighed. The tea was really good.
Irene was great at making some treats for the two of them now and then.
She spread an arm and looked at Molly with her brow raised.
Molly set down her cup on the coffee table and shifted a bit. She was nice and comfortable in Irene's arms now.
"Not a bad way to warm up," said Irene in a soft, sensual voice.
"Mm-hm."
Before she knew it, Molly dozed off on the sofa beside Irene.
They had all the time in the world. For now, she and Irene just needed to relax.
**
Prompts: Mint and Warming Up by @fluff-cember
Tags: @jamielovesjam @helloliriels @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @totallysilvergirl @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock @calaisreno @peanitbear , etc.
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A. N. : I know we're well into 2025 now, but I just had to (couldn't complete the challenge before... because Life 😬).
Thanks!
Fondue
Molly had put on a cute, cat-themed apron, and she and Irene had been making lunch together on their day off.
Molly tucked her hair behind her ear as she continued to work on the hot sauce dip for the fondue they were making.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of slim but strong arms wrap around her waist. Molly froze in her place for a moment instinctively. Force of habit.
"What are you doing?" Irene whispered directly into her ear.
Molly shivered. "Helping you make the dip for our fondue, of course!"
"Why are we doing all this when I could be having fun 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 you in the bedroom?" Her voice had become velvety.
"We can do all that later. We talked about this," said Molly and chuckled. Her eyes were fluttering on their own.
Irene let out a short laugh. "Fine. If you say so." She kissed Molly on her neck before letting her go and getting back to work.
Molly began to help her with the cooking again. Not without feeling really hot around her face and neck, though.
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Prompt: Fondue by @fluff-cember
Tags: @helloliriels @lisbeth-kk @jamielovesjam @topsyturvy-turtely @keirgreeneyes @gaylilsherlock @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear @chriscalledmesweetie , etc.
Cover for the wonderful fairy tale inspired fic Sleeping Irene by @chriscalledmesweetie, who (once again) graciously bid on my services for Fandom Trumps Hate.
Look at that beauty 😍
Aww. 🥰
Naughty List
Irene and Molly were lying on the bed at Molly's place, out of breath because of their last... session.
"That was amazing," said Molly, in the middle of her deep breaths.
Irene pulled her closer and covered the two of them with the duvet.
Suddenly, Irene's eyes fell on something on the wall facing the bed. It was a piece of paper with something handwritten on it.
The handwriting was bad, and the paper was a bit far away, so Irene squinted at it to figure out what it was about.
It was sort of a list, but she could not make out anything more than that.
"What's that?" Irene asked her, still staring at that wall.
"What's what?" asked Molly. Her voice betrayed a hint of defensiveness.
Irene turned to look at Molly, whose face had indeed become defensive. "That piece of paper on the wall, of course." She could feel a smirk play on her own lips.
Molly buried her face in Irene's chest. "That's nothing. Don't bother."
This meant Irene had to hop off the bed and go over to the wall immediately to read the list, so she did just that.
Irene bit her bottom lip with excitement, standing in only a dressing gown. She raised her eyebrow at the first thing on the list. "Rope play... I see. You want that?" She turned to look at Molly with her brow raised even more.
Molly's face had turned crimson red. "Stop!"
Irene continued to read even further. "Cooking naked! My god, you're 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺."
"Hey, I asked you to stop!" Molly threw a pillow at her.
Irene ducked just in time and burst out laughing. "Okay, I won't read it." Irene covered her eyes with her hand. "See? I've even closed my eyes!"
"Come here," said Molly, with a hint of a laugh in her voice.
Irene opened her eyes again and walked back to the bed. She lay down beside Molly.
It was Molly's turn to cover her face with her hands now.
Irene tried to stop smiling and wrapped her arms around Molly's waist. "We can do all that together, if that's what you want."
Molly took her hands off her face and wrapped her arms around Irene's back. She looked up at her with hope in her beautiful, brown eyes. "Without it being weird?"
Irene nodded.
They both sighed and let themselves relax on the bed for a while, feeling comforted in each other's arms.
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Prompt: Naughty List by @fluff-cember
Tags: @lisbeth-kk @helloliriels @gaylilsherlock @keirgreeneyes @totallysilvergirl @jamielovesjam @calaisreno @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear , etc.
Skiing
"You're kidding!" Molly exclaimed with her eyebrows raised as she took a sip of her warm drink.
"I'm not!" Irene replied as she leaned over the restaurant table and glanced at her right side.
They were out of town for a few days during Christmas, and Molly just got to know about something unbelievable.
"You've actually never gone skiing in your life?"
"And why's that so surprising?" Irene's tone became a bit defensive before she rolled her eyes. She took a sip from her chamomile tea too.
Molly sat back. "No, it's just that you're always so... adventurous otherwise - for the lack of a better word..." Molly trailed off and looked away from her face.
Irene leaned in some more, smirking. "Adventurous? You mean when I -"
"We're in public." Molly turned to look at her again, feeling flushed.
Irene laughed. "No, I've never been. Never felt like it for some reason. What about you?"
"It used to be my hobby during winter when I was young. I just kind of stopped going when I grew up and went to uni for the first time. I don't why. Never found enough time, I guess." Molly nursed her cup in her hands.
A brief silence fell between them.
"How about you teach me this time?" Irene asked after a few moments.
Molly gaped at her for a second. "Really?"
"Yes. We are here to enjoy ourselves, aren't we? I might as well learn something new from you."
"Usually, it's the other way 'round."
"Which is why we're changing things up this time." Irene shrugged.
"Okay," Molly said with a nervous chuckle. She leaned over the table and dropped her voice to just above a whisper. "So, I get to dominate you this time."
"Nope. That privilege will always be mine," she said and they both laughed. "You're only teaching me something I can't do myself just yet."
Molly smiled. "Close enough."
"Not at all."
"Oh, come on!"
They laughed a bit more before finishing off their drinks.
They paid the bill, went out of the restaurant and Molly was ready to go skiing again - with Irene, this time.
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Prompt: Skiing by @fluff-cember
Tags: @helloliriels @lisbeth-kk @calaisreno @jamielovesjam @peanitbear @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock , etc.
Snow Man
Irene and Molly had arrived at their holiday home for the few days off they had taken from work during Christmas.
It was their joint investment, and they had been coming here every year during December ever since.
The feeble sunlight through the curtains falling on her eyes made Irene wake up. She looked down at Molly, who was tightly cuddled up to her chest in her arms. Molly glowed in the natural light, looking gorgeous as ever.
Irene had decided to go easy on her girlfriend last night for a change. She felt a slow smile spread across her face as she continued to gaze at her. Her heart must have inflated to twice its size and she was feeling only one thing at that time: love.
To her surprise, Molly smiled too with her eyes closed, albeit briefly. "How long are you going to stare?"
Irene chuckled. "Until you get up, get dressed and come out with me."
Molly furrowed her brow. "What - what time is it?" She began to search for her phone on the bed with her eyes half-open.
"It's probably seven."
"Seven? Are you crazy? What do you wanna go outside for?" Molly was fully awake now.
"For fun." Irene shrugged.
"Do you want to go make a snow man?" Molly teased. "No -" She cleared her throat. "No sane person would even want to get up just yet, much less go out." Her nose was scrunched awkwardly.
"You think I'm sane?" Irene raised an eyebrow.
That made her burst out laughing. Her face and the sound she made - like a carpet of glistening snowflakes.
"Fair point," said Molly when she was done laughing. "Five more minutes."
Irene turned to her side properly. "Why?"
Molly pulled Irene close by her waist and began to kiss her to answer her question. Irene smiled into the kiss, ran her fingers through Molly's hair and immersed herself into the moment as much as she could.
As silly as it sounded, she could not wait to go out and make a snow man with Molly.
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Prompt: Snow Man by @fluff-cember
Tags: @jamielovesjam , @topsyturvy-turtely @lisbeth-kk @helloliriels @gaylilsherlock @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear , etc.
found this on pinterest and I have been beaming at these beautiful ladies for the past half an hour
how did i not know of this moment before?
can someone please tell me where this is from?
did you ever really have feelings for Irene (please say no… worst ship ever)
I admired her for almost outwitting me. Beyond that, I sensed she was quite taken with me, as indicated by the increased heart rate I observed—something I am proficient at detecting. (What does a ship have to do with it?)
Irene certainly is a character. I’m more impressed you weren’t taken with her as well, if it were me I would’ve fallen for every trick!
it's me and my two sources on medieval strap-ons against the world
Right, so.
Source One is Burchard of Worms' Decretum, Book XIX. The Decretum was a collection of canon laws compiled in the early half of the 11th Century. Book XIX, or The Corrector, was a penitential: basically a guidebook for confessors. Here's a sin, have u done it, here's your penance.
One of the questions for women was, essentially, "Did you make a dildo, strap it to yourself and fuck someone with it?". The original text is in Latin, and there's a few translations floating around of what it said. Here's one, which I spent the past three days looking for, because I wanted a direct source:
Have you done what women are wont to do: to make a certain device in the form of a male member to the measure of your will, and to tie it to your own or another woman's genitals with some ties, and commit fornication with other women, or others with the same instrument, or with another with you? - Translated from Latin, taken from "Die Bussordnungen der abendländischen Kirche nebst einer rechtsgeschichtichen Einleitung", F. W. H Wasserschleben
Pretty cut and dry re: the use of strap-ons. And dildos, because the next question is "and did you use this device on yourself?"
The second source is from the trial of Katherina Hetzeldorfer, specifically Female Sodomy: The Trial of Katherina Hetzeldorfer (1477) by Helmut Puff, which has an analysis of the trial as well as a translation of the trial texts.
Katherina is the first recorded woman to be executed for homosexuality. There's a lot to be said about her and the way she performed gender but what I'm interested in today is the strap. So, from the court text itself:
...She made an instrument with a red piece of leather, at the front filled with cotton, and a wooden stick stuck into it, and made a hole through the wooden stick, put a string through, and tied it round; and therewith she had her roguery with the two women...
And there we go! Two sources about people in medieval times using strap-ons, one from around 1020 and one from 1477.
Helmut Puff
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already passed sadly! 😭 time to schedule for something next year!
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Molly: I'm straight.
Irene: So is spaghetti until it's wet.
Misconceptions about being Arospec/acespec
from here I present a shorter version, please do read the full one!
Asexuality is not:
a medical condition
a choice
celibacy/chastity
waiting (for marriage, or true love, or the right person)
something that can be changed by the right person
... and much more!
Aspec people may or may not:
Want to date
Want to get married
Want to have kids
... and much more!
Aros may or may not:
Have been in romantic relationships in the past
Enjoy consuming romantic media
Have had traumatic experiences from romance or romantic relationships
... and much more!
Aces may or may not:
Have had sex before
Enjoy sex
Be curious about sex
Masturbate
... and much more!
Aspec people do:
Face discrimination, known as acephobia or aphobia, including microaggressions, workplace discrimination, and even corrective rape.
Examples of Micro-aggressions
“You should feel flattered by unwanted attention”
“There is no love without sex”
“That’s not real” or “You’re lying”
“But how do you know if you haven’t tried sex”
“I bet I can change that”
“Romantic love is what makes us human”
“There’s something wrong with you”
Being called cold, emotionless, robots, or inhuman
And so much more of this bullshit.
Attention Mollrene Shippers
I need a good, long mollrene fanfic
Please help
Sherlock: Gayly Ever After
Midnight Becomes You
Cindersherlock longs to dance with Prince John at the Valentine’s Ball. But what will happen when Mrs. Hudson’s magic wears off at midnight?
The Bed Sheet Prince
When a dragon burns down his castle and carries John away, Prince Sherlock rushes off to save him, wearing nothing but a bed sheet.
Princess Sherlock and the Pea
Once upon a time there was a clever princess named Sherlock. The king and queen wanted their daughter to marry a royal prince. Princess Sherlock, however, was adamantly opposed to the idea.
“Princes are not my area,” she said.
Sleeping Irene
When the evil sorcerer, Moriarty, places a curse on Queen Irene, Sherlock is too busy making sure John is okay to be much help. Fortunately, Molly steps into the role of hero.
I Love Him More than I Can Tell
For John, life with Sherlock will always be an adventure in the great wide somewhere. (A reimagining of “Belle” from Beauty and the Beast.)
My personal Happy End Headcanons (including Johnlock, Mystrade, Mormor and Mollrene)
John needs his time to process Mary’s death after all, so when he finally finds the courage to ask Sherlock out some time has passed. Sherlock is obviously surprised because - let’s be real - he doesn’t believe what is happening. Molly takes Rosie for the night while John and Sherlock go to the first place they ever went together: Angelo’s.
In the meantime Lestrade to comfort Mycroft from his traumatic experiences. Obviously it’s far too hard and Lestrade gets so frustrated with Mycroft because he isn’t “fine”! One of his outbursts is answered by a small, quiet “Thank you, Inspector, thank you for caring.” And for the first time in a looooooooong while Gregory Lestrade’s heart skips a beat.
In India a British ex-soldier meets an Irish bastard, who - he thought - was dead. The Irish bastard on the other hand - let’s name him Jim - notices something after that first awkward hug between them. The smell he missed, the touch of strong big hands, the scrub of three o’clock shadows. They decide to found a new network there and then, but not to get the attention of a certain Consulting Detective.
Molly always had a type. Tall, slender, dark haired… When she stumbles in the arms of a mysteric woman she first believes they could become friends. And thats what they do. More and more often Molly ends up sleeping at Irene’s place. One night Irene kisses her and it’s wonderful. Sherlock never tells her, that Irene is The Woman but is actually happy for the both of them.
Mollrene aesthetic
for my girl @sherriarty ♥