Never Been Shy

Commissions for erotic stories open.(Check what I’ve written in the “my story” tag. )

[ladyscandal]

[roughlester-deactivated20180110]

me: im not horny someone: literally any pet name me: oh fuck

[ieatmendeleted-deactivated20180]

someone: says good girl casually

me: immediately dripping wet

[secretlyavenue-blog]

Being called baby or babe by the right person is like heaven tbh

[monsterbutch]

femmes think the most mundane shit is sexy like ma’am are you telling me i’m extra hot today because i’m wearing a plain black t shirt?? do you hear yourself???? i love you

[bengalbutch]

butches will get all dressed up for an evening out but at the end of the day their femmes will just lose their minds over the casual tank top and boxers look

[gncjesus]

pick your poison

[lustxlace-deactivated20200610]

Please appreciate my boobs.

[misssmeat-deactivated20251019]

Blanket bondage: when you wrap me up in a million cozy blankets until I can’t move and then you cuddle me to death 

[wtftru-deactivated20130501]

*likes your sexual post to let u know I’m down*

[caelestee]

for you are made of nebulas and novas and night sky 

[ref]

[cupidsbower]

it’s gonna be ok

For those of you going through this for the first time: everything will be okay. Fandom always survives stuff like this. We’re good at it.

I know there’s lots of advice posts out there. This isn’t an advice post. I’m just going to tell you why it’ll be okay.

So far, on every commercial platform fandom has called home, there has come a tipping point when we leave. There have been a few scares on Tumblr before, but I didn’t think that we’d reached the tipping point back then. I do think so now. Given the way I’ve seen fandom leave platforms before, yes, this is the real thing. It won’t happen all at once, but in waves. You can afford to wait, but start thinking about it so you’re not taken by surprise when you reach your limit.

Take note of those advice posts that are going around, and especially of the things the BNFs in your fandom are planning – people will tend to follow them in clusters, so that’s a good place to start. But even if you leave it all to the last minute in the hope it won’t happen, and then realise you need to leave after all, it will still be okay.

We are fans, and the internet has always been our playpen. We all have multiple social media accounts, many with the same handle. We can find each other again. It won’t be the same. Of course it won’t. Tumblr fandom is different from Livejournal, is different from GeoCities. But it will still be fandom, it will still be good, and you will still find people you like, including some of those currently in your fannish circle.

We have the advantage of the OTW now too – this kind of thing is exactly why we built it. It’s our safe harbour, no matter what, because we own it.

Once you decide to leave Tumblr, it won’t be as scary as you think. You’ll recognise people’s handles. You’ve probably already done this without realising it – remember the people you used to share a fandom with, but no longer do? Their handles are still seared into your brain, and you’ll always feel that pang of nostalgia when you see them again.

It’s just the same when fandom migrates.

Some people will disappear, and you never will find them again. But mostly, you will still see the same handles, having the same conversations, sharing love for the same favourites, just in new places. You will find them on Dreamwidth, Pillowfort, Instagram, Twitter, Google docs, discord, fanfic.net, Wattpad, Deviant Art, YouTube, Vimeo, and so on. Most importantly, you’ll find them on Fanlore and AO3, because they are run by the OTW and we own it.

Fans and fandom will still be here long after Tumblr is full of rolling tumblrweeds.

We’re good at this. No matter where we end up, you will find your people again. Fandom will go on. It will be okay.

[pygmy-puffy]

This made me realize how at home I’ve begun to feel in such a short time in the HP fandom. I’m getting all the feels and a bit of pre-nostalgia. I wish to always find you all wherever we go 💕

[goldentruth813]

@pygmy-puffy 💖💜💙

I’ve been here six years and have loved it. I love the fandom and the people I’ve met and the interactions I’ve had with my followers and will be really sad if that fades away. But I do believe whenever it shifts and whereever it moves to, the heart of fandom is indestructible.

[aibidil]

Why ‘female-presenting nipples’ matter

When I was 10, my mom made me wear a bra and it felt like a punishment for being different.

When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. A teacher picked it up and said, “Oh, this must belong to you” and handed it back to me in front of everyone. I quit gymnastics.

When I was 11, I thought maybe the boobs would be okay so long as they didn’t get any bigger than would fit in my hand, so I kept measuring it, but they did.

When I was 12, I started wearing two or three sports bras to smush them down, until one day a classmate said, “Are you wearing two bras?!” while laughing.

When I was 13, a boy told me he wanted to squeeze my boobs “until they popped.”

When I was 14, I got cast in a play as an older character and a classmate told me I got the role because I had boobs.

When I was 17, my mom told me to return a swimsuit because it would be too distracting for my boyfriend’s father.

When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked.

When I was 26, I got pregnant and my immediate fear was that my boobs would get bigger.

When I was 28, I got shamed for trying to feed my screaming baby in public without a cover.

When I was 28, people asked me “why are you bothering to use a breastfeeding cover?”

When I was 30, people gave me weird looks that I wasn’t yelling at my kid for putting their hand on my boob.

When I was 31, I avoided going to the beach or pool because I didn’t want to have to deal with boobs in a swimsuit.

When I was 32, I got asked, again, “why don’t you get a breast reduction?”

When I was 33, I watched a 5yo girl get shamed for running around in sweltering heat without a shirt on and had to reprimand a bunch of tween boys who thought it was okay to shame her for doing something they do all the time.

When I was 34, my kid kept patting my breast and saying “Mommy’s squishy breast!!” They will never see me express any shame about tits, because I want them to have a different mindset than I had. Yes, boobs are nice! They’re squishy! They’re fun! That’s the end of that.

I’m 35 and no longer give a fuck. I don’t care anymore. As a teenager my tits were covered in stretch marks. They’ve been engorged with milk. My nipple changed shape with pregnancy. Give it another couple decades and my breasts will probably be all wrinkly. It’s sexual when I’m using it sexually. I don’t fucking care, and I won’t be ashamed anymore. 

Every time a policy or cultural hangup treats people with breasts differently, it fucks us over. 

Tumblr’s new policy makes an active choice to participate in this culture of shame. By classifying “female-presenting nipples” as explicit material, Tumblr has taken a stance that any chest or breast that differs from a male default is worthy of shame and unavoidably sexual. The idea that breasts are shameful and unavoidably sexual is exactly what fucked me up for so much of my life.

Stop shaming people for having bodies. 

[insomniac-arrest]

reasons I’ve seen people staying on tumblr:

don’t understand twitter

don’t understand twitter

posts are in chronological order

spite

no other website has the same ambiance of gothic confusion and unrelatable obtuse content

they are a hapless pornbot who knows not of the end coming for their quivering female presenting nipples

mega spite

 like normal spite but you’re posting dick pics before The End

Direct Contact with the Memes

god, wht the fuk even is twitter

they tried to leave but woke up again on tumblr like it’s the Groundhog’s Day movie

[hyper-windy]

Tumblr still better than Twitter

[my-new-subtext-free-path]

Good taste.

Can’t believe how hot you look just like this, standing in our kitchen. I feel your arms tighten around my waist, you leave pepper kisses behind and under my ear then mark every step of your way towards my neck. Turn off the stove please or this could get dangerous. You murmur against my neck as your hands caress their way towards my fly, unbutton it open and push my jeans to pool around my anckles.

You could also wait ‘til breakfast is ready, you know? I am already laughing even before you huff at my suggestion, of course no one’s gonna wait, not like I’d wait either. Yeah that’s what I thought. You smile against my neck when I turn the stove off. As I try to turn around you hold me in place by the hips.

Stay like this for me. Your left hand comes up to my neck and turns my chin for you to kiss me deeply for a couple of seconds. Your hand pushes my pelvis to press against your body and you rub yourself against my buttocks. I gasp in pleasure as you smile pressing kisses against my skin: cheek bone, cheek, jaw, ear lobe, shell…

Mhm… oh baby, right there! You feel so well.

Please raise your bum a little for me, love. You say as your hand comes to rest over the crease of my ass, you give it a squeeze and push me against the kitchen’s counter. I lift my bottom to meet your touch.

Yeah, mi amor, anything you want. I say as your hands slide over my briefs. With each of your hands flat over one of my thighs your thumbs leak inside the legholes of my briefs and smooth my pubes under the fabric.

Mhmm, yes, that’s my good girl. Your kisses journey over my neck and my shoulders as you slowly make your way down my back. You leave a kiss at every centimeter, from my shoulder-blades to where my ass crack starts. You reach the elastic band of my briefs and pull it down to reveal the curve of my rear…

Really, you asshole? I laugh as you bite lightly my sensitive skin, ah, fuck, that feels… your hands still roam my legs as you bring them on level with your face to pull my briefs completely down. As you dive between my cheeks your hands support me steady. As I cannot help but gasp. As your tongue comes to fondle over my hole carefully, and my hands are flat over the counter trying to keep me upright but every movement of your lips and tongue bring a new wave of sensations crashing into my body.

You have positioned yourself between my legs in some way, my bottom garments long forgotten somewhere. You sort of lift me just by the contact of your mouth between my cheeks and your hands gently circling my thighs. Hungrily you devour what’s left of my sanity as your passion lifts me off my feet in a wet warmth.

I’m incapable of uttering a word because everything, every part of you that is touching me, makes a thousand electroshocks run through my skin.

I enjoy so much breaking you like this. You look delectable, well, you are. You bite my arse cheek once more making me gasp. Come on, I know you love to run your hands through my hair as I eat you out. You pull my hand to lay amongst your hairs and my fingers tighten around some threads making you moan into my asshole. I gasp in pleasure with every stroke of your tongue. I scream a bit as your tongue slips inside me, both my legs and your hands —even a part of your arms— are soaked, drenched in your spit and my cum.

I would feel empty the second you let go of me if I wasn’t too lost in my ecstasy. I can barely keep myself up as you rest your head on top of mine, your hard breathing moves my hair. Your icky hands thread joyfully over my body, my belly, my breasts, my neck as you offer my mouth the chance to let your hand in. I open up and taste myself in your fingers as I know you are doing yourself with the other hand.

Fuck, you taste so good, love.

[my-new-subtext-free-path]

¼ Foreplay//you look so sexy in my clothes

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I have a series planned, four parts. This is the first one and I’m working already in the next one, will update as soon as possible 😘

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You cannot possibly expect me to arrive on time when you do things like this, love. You say as you start climbing back the bed towards me.

What do you mean? I ask faking innocence, my lip between my teeth, looking up at you. Your lips touch mine lightly and I gasp when we part. There’s a soppy smile in your face when you pull me into your lap from the hem of your sweater that i’m wearing. Your lips come to nibble the shell of my ear,

How is it possible to look sexy and adorable at the same time? How do you manage? You whisper leaving little kisses against my skin and hair. Your hands roam my legs longingly as you keep kissing my face going down to my neck. You look incredibly hot like this. So tiny in my giant sweater, why did you put it on?

I was going to the kitchen to make us breakfast and I don’t feel like having any hot pan near me without any top. You laugh before running your tongue up my neck towards my chin making me tremble. You leave another kiss in my mouth. I follow you as we part.  

What do you mean, sweetheart? Your top is right here. You answer with a cocky grin making me laugh.

Okay, okay, top, now let me go! We have to be there in like an hour. Trying to free myself from your embrace. Let me go you asshole!

I think I could use that hour to our benefit. I can feel your lips in my neck and your arms tighten around my waist, bringing me further into your lap. It becomes difficult to resist because I get tangled in the immensity of your sweater. Your hands, coldly slither under the hem and slide caressing my belly. I gasp against your forehead with your fingers roaming my skin and your lips and tongue mouthing my neck cheeks and lips. You feel so good, I love this, just… to cradle you in my arms, kiss you, taste your skin, so soft and sweet. Your right hand comes to caress my cheek and pull me into a kiss that becomes deeper. Your tongue slides between my lips as you nearly suck into my mouth. Thinking about it this way the action shouldn’t be as erotic as it is but it feels so nice. Your teeth grasp my lower lip and pull it towards you as we break apart for a moment.

Looking mischievously at me, my lip still between your teeth, you dive once more into my mouth holding me tight against your body by the waist. Each time we give each other a second to take a breath I gasp. My hands came around your neck at some point, I let my fingers play with the hairs in your nape and moan against your mouth when you grasp the sweater I have on to pull me closer.

Each swipe of your tongue against my lips and inside my mouth sends a thousand ants flowing through my skin. I love you. I murmur against your lips and feel you smile against mine. I love you so much.

With my fingertips I massage your neck and scalp lovingly. My tongue paths over your teeth and you gasp breaking apart. We look at each other, smiling and I rest my head in the crook of your neck.

We really should go.  

We could, or I could kiss you a bit more. You hold me even tighter as you keep kissing me all over the face.

Babe, babe, stop. Please. I say laughing and pushing you away half-heartedly.

I don’t even think you want that badly to go, just look at yourself, melting into my arms like this. So gorgeous. Why don’t we just stay in? I’ll make you cum again and again and again until your limbs stop working properly and then I’ll pamper you the rest of the night-

Night honey? It’s barely 9 am babe.

Well yeah, but I plan to keep you coming all day long. You murmur against my ear, pepper kissing your way through my jawline with your arms wrapped tightly around my waist as close as you are able to.

We really need to go, love.

But why?! If I could have you all for myself all weekend, why should I share your sight with anyone else?

Is it really such a burden to share me with my siblings?

Only if it means being unable to enjoy you a good Saturday morning.

You can enjoy me every other Saturday, every other day, not today. Manuel is expecting us. He’ll start calling in about 15 minutes.

He adores me, if we arrive late he’ll probably guess I got a little carried away in the morning. You are still kissing my skin lovingly and I’m laughing with joy.

I’ll make a deal with you, I push you into the bed straddling you with my hips, staring seductively biting my lower lip. My hands come once more to wander in your hair. You look at me, expectant, questioningly, waiting. I do you, right now, help you enjoy your Saturday morning. Then, we shower, together if you want. I can make you come again during the shower if you promise to behave later, aand when we come from my brother’s place… my fingers now pace down your shoulder and chest towards your fly. I near my lips to your ear. And then you can do anything you want to me, would you like that?

Deal.

[your-switch-bitch-deactivated20]

Nothing like moaning your partners name every time you get off; stuffing your face into the pillow imagining that it was them going faster and not your own hand.

[azileus]

‘Jesus Draco, you didn’t have to suck life out of me’

Fact: Draco gives some damn good blowjobs (Harry knows about this)

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