#jane homesmut

[koshiemooshie]

Just wanted to practice some anatomy 🤭

Hs2 Jane but she's a succubus

#homestuck2 #homestuck #homesmut #janecrocker #janejake #homestuckjanecrocker #homestuck jane #jane homestuck #jane homesmut #my art #homestuck epilogue #jake english

[darkpartofthecosmos]

jane wanted to show off for you, but now she doesn't seem so sure...

#homesmut #homestuck #jane crocker #nsft #the dark arts

[bustyclaireonalternia]

Janey 28? (You poor soul your art is too cute you're gonna get too many requests)

I am, but ill get by! ahhaha,,,

#homesmut #jane crocker #drawing prompt

[demonessopower]

Hey gang anyone got any advice for writing Homestuck ship fics? I recently got into a ship called Red Velvet "Jane X Terezi" aka fat girl Yuri and I was gonna do art for it but my skills for that aren't quite were I want them so I was gonna do a fic instead but my mind is drawing a blank... Anybody got advice or ideas? PS it WILL have many fetishes most of which pertaining to feederism. :3

#homestuck #homestuck fandom #fat girl yuri #homestuck ship #Jane x Terezi #homesmut #homesmut fic #homestuck fanfic

[donandark]

Here's a drawing I did earlier this year of Jane.

#homestuck #homesmut #jane crocker #myart

[sugar-plump-gal]

paint cant be a rival, she's the onsite nurse. who else do you think fixes every flattened/tf'd/brain drain'd/pent up contestant?

Usually Jane if it can't be kissed better, but don't worry! PM would never hurt her and vice versa

Which is why, instead, Jade is going to make Paint lactate so fast that PM can't NOT help her! What happens first- Do we see PM's maximum capacity, or will Paint's rack be empty for the first time in years? Tune in next week on homesmut

#anon #ask #also im gonna sleep so #keep sendin asks #and ill answer em tomorrow

[hardcoreprocess]

anonymous asked: how about jane baking june a cake that make’s june’s dick grow incredibly large?

Never help a witch test concoctions. That should be written on signs everywhere, plastered on shirts, and nailed to Jane's kitchen door. Maybe June would get it through her head. Remember to turn down whatever cake's been made "for a party" that "neeeeds" a taste tester!

Geez... It's all gone to hell now.

To Jane's credit, she does look concerned. She just also looks excited, way too excited, staring down at the throbbing length hanging heavy and obscene between June's parted thighs. The only support she has here is the wide stance she's been forced to adopt, ever since this whole— embiggening happened. Her skirt doesn't hide shit, but her incredibly comfortable and practical and perfectly cool— thank you —shorts were doing absolutely nothing to contain the... issue at hand.

"Well! Er... It's just a matter of displacement."

Even with that delivered as it is, matter of fact and pleasant, June has questions. So many. Literally all of the questions. She starts small with: "Huh? What? Displacement?"

Jane, managing an apologetic expression at last, squats down low to get a better angle on June's cock. Her fingers lace together, tapping red-painted lips in thought. "See, it's supposed to be for... a friend! To help her boyfriend... ah... She'd just like a bigger... finish."

Super diplomatic way to say Jane's boyfriend was supposed to get a slice. June doesn't comment on how obvious that is, because she's nice.

"Okay, so? What's that got to do with my mega dong? Jane, what if Dave sees me? I'm literally shedding cool points just by walking around like this!"

"Oh please! It's just— the spell magically enhancing the wrong stuff, alright? Nothing to worry about."

"Except, you know, my dick's huge? It won't fit into anything I wear? How am I—" Her whining chokes right off, because a hand circles her junk. Or tries to. Jane's fingers don't come anywhere close to circumventing the meat of her own misdesign, which prompts a very pronounced twitch from the heavy dick.

Impish cyan eyes, curved with glee or just a hint of prankster's gambit, flick up to June's face. "It's very simple. We'll just have to... work all the magic out." That makes sense, in a horny way, but she can't even manage a gee thanks before Jane starts leaving crimson kissmarks all along her shaft.

#homesmut #jane x june #hcp jane crocker #hcp june egbert #magical fuckery #substances #transformation #blacklist #writing process #answer process

[gate-of-two]

Jane should think of John as a rival, someone to be jealous of. A competitor for her mother’s affection. However, while she may not have been mother’s favorite, she was the heiress. In a few short years, she would take over the company and do what she was raised to.

John, however, was treated like a flower. Never would he be allowed in such a dangerous position.

Yet as she stares at him sprawled across her satin sheets, it wasn’t jealousy that bubbles within her. It was something different. The feeling you get when you see an exotic bird trapped in its cage, pity for its life of confinement yet adoration for its beauty.

Yes, beauty. It was evident in every gesture, every coy smile, or shy giggle. She could feel his allure taking her over as he moans and shakes, her name falling from his lips like a desperate prayer.

She doesn’t dare touch him out of fear her desire to monopolize will overtake any self-control she has. So she watches with a cold expression.

John twists his body, fluttering his lashes at her, but she doesn’t concede. He bucks his hips, letting out whines and soft pleas. Sweat glistens on his lean body. She can see everything as he stretches out, as he submits.

Her resolve starts crumbling. Years of discipline going to waste as she continues to watch. It’s okay, she tells herself. After all, mother did say everything would be hers.

#u John #u jane #u johnjane #writing #homesmut #con

[sgt-spank]

$20 donation caliborn/jane commission <3

#janeborn #caliborn #jane crocker #homestuck #calijane #calibornjane #homesmut #artists on tumblr #homestuck fanart #babies #smooch

[transformationstuck]

Jane doesn’t listen when the Tiaratop tells her to “CEASE REPRODUCTION”; turns out that getting off while wearing can have some UN— EXP— ECT— ED conchsequences.

Jane was just minding her own business browsing the internet on her tiara top, it was such a convenient thing for a young woman to use, hands free as well as lightweight and portable it was just so gosh darned convenient that it made her chuckle sometimes. But that’s not why she’s on the internet, she wanted no, she needed to unwind, she felt so pent up that it was all that was on her mind, and she was a lady so judging her for that is a little mean.

But there she was in her room on her bed, door locked, in the house on her own opening a link to a site with some rather, steamy content, but nothing that outlandish get your mind out of the gutter, it’s only vanilla content nothing extreme.

Oh, what’s this? She thought to herself as she browsed the… “selection” : How to be a-

“Oh for crying out loud, these adverts aren’t helping!” She yelled in frustration as an advert for better crocker brand brownie mix popped in front of her eyes, while yes she absolutely adored the company she was an heiress for the intrusive adverts weren’t the thing she desired to see when she was trying to release those built up emotions.

She slid the advert out of her way using her mind, as that’s the only way to operate the tiaratop of course, wait, she thought for a moment it said “OBEY” pulling the advert back to the center of the vision it certainly didn’t, it must have been a different pop up, ah well, throwing the advert out of her focus she returned her attention to the video she was about to “use”.

“How to be a boss, no it says bass… must be a typo, How to be a boss queen.” She felt her cheeks light up a little, well… she was a young woman and there was no one around to judge her for it.

[mind click]

The video opened with an advert for the site, it was, as most adverts that popped up on the tiaratop, a little gaudy and bright, this one was an advert for the site itself with the url and the caption “Cease reproduction, pleasure yourself, you don’t need anyone else~

The video opened, it was a little weird for jane, it was like an asmr of sorts, a woman’s voice was whispering in her eyes and the footage was a little blurry, and was… point of view, oh, Jane thought to herself that’s certainly something she hasn’t watched before.

“eels good don’t it~”

The voice said, Jane biting her lip a little as she found her hands moving to her thighs and top.

“Truth is whole worlds ya oyster and ya know it.”

Jane moaned a little as she began to touch herself breathing a heavily, that voice was… powerful it was like it was speaking into her, both commanding and encouraging her actions. Jane at this point being totally enthralled by the voice and watching through those POV eyes, touching themselves so elegantly.

“Feels o so gud to be tall n ‘bove people”

Jane’s head swayed a little, her body stretching unbeknownst to her, her bed growing smaller under her by comparison, the normally stout 5’5 Jane growing to 6’ then 7’ then 8’ to a towering 9’ tall with her knees and below falling off the bottom of the bed onto the floor. Jane not even caring.

The video altered a little, becoming less blurry, the voice sounding a little deeper, she couldn’t put her finger on it exactly, it was a voice that she’d heard before, she was certain of it, but where, but the video was less blurry which was nice and oh my goodness, this… this woman was wearing body paint, a very dark grey or possibly black paint from the looks of it, how whimsical Jane thought to herself.

Jane moaning as her skin began to darken per pale complexion slowly turning a stately silver then, stony grey before finally stopping at what could only be called a shade just before black, a darkness that seemed to sing underneath the skin, he insides felt strange but her pus- nook felt so good right now, she’d worry bout that later.

“Mmmhm feels gurd~” Jane moaned, her teeth shifting a little, her normally bucky jaw changing to something more shark like in nature.

“Feels so damn good being betta, higher, purer than all those lower chum-pz”

She agreed with the video, she didn’t like being around those people under her, not like her friends they were still pretty coral when she thought about it, although the more she did think about it, the more questions arose, Jane let out a moan as she dug her toes into the carpet under her bed, rolling her head back in pleasure, her dark fingers stained with fuchsia juices.

“C-cod damn… actfin like a slut here janey~” She moaned, she needed more, she reached under her bed, she kept it for if she eva got brave enough but hell she’s usin it regardless right now, she needs more, Pulling out a large thick red toy from the box she kept it in, she smirked with her pointed teeth, her lips turning glittery pink, as she kissed it.

“Yeha come to mamma~” She purred as she turned it on and began to work it against her love hole, moaning as she did so, the video continuing on her tiaratop having ended several minutes ago, the audio however continued to play.

“Dayum gurl feelin horny arent I~” The voice playing from the tiaratop into her mind, Jane agreed with the voice, she was so damn horny and above everyone even if some of “them” are alright, like jake, she’d love to get him on his back and dominate him like he was some kinda living fuck pig.

Jane moaned as the buzzing red mass pressed into her folds, her pink juices running down its length giving it plenty of lube as she rammed away at herself, Jane’s hair flowing down her neck like a glorious mane of black locks, two growing orange blunt spires rising from inside the mass of hair from her skull.

“Damn Janey Joney, Jondy?” For some reason she couldn’t quite think of her name.

“Condy you bad gurl, thinkin ‘bout killin those chumps again arent ya~” The voice, whispered into her mind, was the video even playing anymore, she couldn’t tell the voice sounded like her thoughts, was it her thoughts, probably, but the thought was a good one. Killing the filthy red blooded monkeys~?

“aaaAAHHH)()()()(~” Jane…Condy moaned, turning up the vibrations, as her nails turned pink, her back arching as her mind grew more domineering and murderous, her thoughts turning to Jake, dad, everyone around her, She wanted… no She NEEDED to dominate someone right now, she was an empress after all, and damn did she need some loyal subjects somethin fierce.

“Fuck it, batterwitch gotta stick somethin in her oven~” She purred, her eyes flashing blue and red before-

[OPTIC BLAST!]

Her wall was gone and out she flew, dark and royally up into the air using her alien psionics, she knew just what she wanted to do, she wanted to find Jake, pin him to the ground and break him like the filthy bottom of the hemospectrum he was, and if he wouldn’t break, she’d kill him and move on the next one, then the whole stinking planet would drown for her amusement.

Condy was out and she was gonna have one whale of a time with her world.

-x

#homestuck #homesmut #jane crocker #the condesce #tf transformation #growth tf #mental tf #physical tf #species swap #reprogramming #the spelling mistakes are deliberate

[hardcoreprocess]

anonymous asked: jane ties dirk up and he struggles to relinquish control and she enjoys wrenching it from him

Balancing on the ball of one foot— leg fully extended, muscles tense, toes splayed —Dirk hangs adrift. His arms stack atop one another behind his back, lashed together, hands cupping their opposite elbows. His other leg folds neatly to itself, heel pressed to his ass. Every muscle is felt acutely. Tipping back his chin, taking in the ring that supports most of his weight.

The pull feels equal. Upwards, downwards, supported. Distributed. Precarious.

Dirk’s core goes tight when manicured nails dig into the hollows of his cheeks, dragging attention down to her pleased grin. Smug. Arrested breath caged in his lungs comes out in a huff. Jane reprimands him now, with a tap of her knuckles to his jaw. The next inhale shakes, but she doesn’t call attention to it.

Soft. Gentle. Stroking over his bare and shivering chest. Her nails scrape over his stomach, but he doesn’t jump. No, he whines, deep in the back of his exposed throat. Then the nails are palms, both of them, stroking his hips. Soothing.

Steady now, Strider. Hanging in the air, just like him. Then a warm hand rests on his thigh. Not the one carefully bent and pulled out of the way. Instead, Jane pats twice, minding the taut musculature of his extended leg. Coaxing, like a stallion, with a firm touch and her perfect red smile—

He tries. He really fucking tries. But his knee locks up, resistant, refusing to bend. His balance is at risk here. Nervousness coats Dirk in a fine layer of sweat, glistening like some fucked up approximation of a Greek hero. A tragic one, if the way Jane’s brows pinch together is any indication. His apology dies with the firm pressure of her thumb, sealing his lips before they can part.

Now she withdraws. He’s bereft, until his eyes drop to the wide pull of her hips in that damn skirt, leaving nothing to his imagination. Jane stoops while he’s distracted by her ass, wrapping those devilish hands around—

Right. The crank of the overly complex pulley system he built. Mastermind of his own fucking demise.

The releases click once. Jane works the polished handle in a slow circle, arms flexing, and Dirk can rest his full foot on the ground. The tension bleeds out of him, like a grateful tear. But just as he exhales? Jane cranks twice, in the other direction, and he's—

Like a shroud, dropped over his head. Everything is limp now, loose, draping. Cut strings. Dirk's core is bare to her as she comes close, looping that final length of rope around his lax thigh. Pulling taught. Ankle lashed to his opposite knee. Her lips press against his and somehow—

This is it. He can feel the sway of the fucking planet here. He can feel the way it orbits Jane.

#homesmut #dirk x jane #hcp dirk strider #hcp jane crocker #ropework #naphephilia #dominance #submission #subspace #power dynamics #writing process #answer process

[kissyreblog]

Trying to make this blog vaguely more classy, read: basically getting rid of the homesmut.

In a trip through the moth eaten spank bank, I've noticed that a) Christ there's so much homesmut,

b) what was going on in the one gam Jane thread I reblogged,

c) r. I .p tortue. You're not dead I just think you need it. I love you

[ao3feed-rosekan]

Land of Passion and Lust

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2psRGMO

by Marquis of Buckets (geekyAmante)

In an alternate universe, Eridan stumbles upon an Easter egg in the game that would make everyone's wet dreams come to fruition. Hardcore shipping ensues.

This is my first fic, period. I plan to update monthly, but bear with me if this isn't the case. Not really a peaceful point in my life.

[Yes, this is the same fic as on fanfiction(dot)net. Yes I am HeirOfLaG. Why restrict my work to one site?]

Words: 872, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Homestuck

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Karkat Vantas, Gamzee Makara, Terezi Pyrope, Sollux Captor, Kanaya Maryam, Vriska Serket, Nepeta Leijon, Equius Zahhak, Eridan Ampora, Feferi Peixes, Jane Crocker, Roxy Lalonde, Dirk Strider, Jake English, Meenah Peixes, Aranea Serket, Tavros Nitram, Latula Pyrope, Kankri Vantas, Porrim Maryam, Cronus Ampora, Mituna Captor, Meulin Leijon, Kurloz Makara, Damara Megido, Horuss Zahhak, Rufioh Nitram

Relationships: Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam, Sollux Captor/Feferi Peixes, Mituna Captor/Latula Pyrope, Latula Pyrope/Kankri Vantas, Nepeta Leijon/Karkat Vantas, John Egbert/Rose Lalonde, John Egbert/Roxy Lalonde, Will add more as the series progresses

Additional Tags: Community: homesmut, Rule 34, Homestuck Kink Meme

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2psRGMO

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #rosemary #homestuck

[hardcoreprocess]

anonymous asked: to what does jane crocker masturbate

Her friends, obviously.

Don't get the wrong idea! It isn't like she spends hours breaking them down to mere shells of themselves for her own pleasurable gain, or like she ignores all their important qualities. She's attracted to more than just the flesh. More than just Dirk's rough hands or Jake's perfect ass or how talented Roxy is with her tongue.

Those are important factors. They just aren't the only factors, is all.

So even if she fantasizes about Jake holding her down on a crude bed of palm leaves and brute force breeding her until she's swollen with his young, she's also well aware of what a capable and hardy man he is, though it isn't the focus of the fantasy. This dreamy, strong, perhaps a bit sweaty version of Jake doesn’t need to be anything more than a stud. (Though Jake is much more nuanced than that! Really! She knows!)

Envisioning Roxy taking the time to addict Jane to toys and fiddling fingers and warm black-stained kisses is perfect material is wonderful, but of course she knows what a confident and competent young lady her dear friend is. So brave to battle alcoholism with such ferocity. Though just a bit of wine for her fantasy Lalonde can't hurt, especially if she gets just the right amount of giggly. (Though she’d never suggest Roxy relapse, not after that good long conversation about what a horribly bad idea that would be!)

And Dirk.

Well.

She ought not to think about him unless she's well and truly alone.

#homesmut #jake x jane #jane x roxy #dirk x jane #hcp jane crocker #hcp roxy lalonde #hcp jake english #hcp dirk strider #solo #partialism #naphephilia #fantasies #dubious consent #answer process #writing process #not safe for vanity

[hardcoreprocess]

CAN seb fuck

What, you think Dirk Strider is going to make a robot that can't fuck? That’s fundamentally against everything he stands for.

Dear Sweet Huggybear comes with several modes of riotous boning for the pleasurable fulfillment of a discerning heiress. Sweet’n’Lovin’ is the typical fanfare, something pretty and vanilla, very good for a discreet screw in one’s bed or while answering the door.

Aside from that, there’s Seed The Field, a higher output setting guaranteed to awaken the cumslut in any defined empress-to-be. Recommended for moments of baby fever, or when one’s been talking to hunky jungle boys a little too long about how capable they are.

Following, there’s Nobody Home, for situations relating to the name. Set Huggybear to a raucous fanfare of stalking through the house with full intent of breeding the first thing he can get his little metal mitts on. Great for a game of chase or just ambush plowing.

And, of course, the Rabbit Season mode. Something of a combination of STF and NH, Rabbit Season has higher output, increased aggression, and a thrust speed incomparable to anything else he’s capable of. Unlike previous settings, Rabbit Season can only be deactivated once Dear Sweet Huggybear has run out of cum to stuff an heiress with.

And yes, these “instructions” were included in his care and keeping booklet once Lil Seb was properly revealed / gifted to his forever home.

#homesmut #answer process #mechanophilia #robophilia #bestial #lil seb x jane #hcp jane crocker #hcp dear sweet huggybear #writing process

[hardcoreprocess]

“Wait! Don’t move. I mean it, buster. You better pump the brakes.”

“Jane. Babe. I’ve applied a Gorilla Glued cinderblock to the brakes. The horses are stabled. The hounds do not bay.”

“Well, I felt something move.”

Dirk slowly lowers his head with an agonized sigh. It’s theatrical, whuffling hot breath over Jane’s soft chest and heaving tits. She’s trying not to smile, he can tell. “Yeah. My dick twitched, bro. They like to do that. Completely inconsiderate of your wishes, I know, but you’ve been hot-gloving the tip for two minutes. Little guy’s impatient.”

Jane’s cheeks flush, head lifting slightly to peer down the length of their bodies. Her face reddens at the sight of his dick, and the fact that only the barest tip has managed to fit inside her snatch. “I wouldn’t call him little, but impatient is certainly a word. I’m just getting used to it all, what with you being so.”

“Huge? Gargantuan? Motherfucking shafted?”

“Endowed! Nothing wrong with being a little large, but I just don’t think it’ll fit.”

He mulls over that, muscled arms flexing minutely as he continues to hover over the top of the young bakeress. Infinite patience aside, he’s starting to lose it a little. The sensation of her pussy pulsing tight around the head of his cock is fucking great. Finally, Dirk arches an eyebrow at her.

“What have you liked so far?”

Her hands flutter from his forearms to her face, manicured nails catching the light as she hides away. “Fiend.” She peeks out at Dirk, and he gives her the very best pokerface in his arsenal. “I— suppose I liked when you were kissing me. And rubbing everything. The shaft against me, that is. But—”

“We don’t have to do more than that.”

“I wasn’t finished, Strider!” It’s a bluster. He waits Jane out. “I... really liked the way it felt when you put it in.”

Now Dirk’s lips pull out of a thin line. It’s a smirk now, as he pulls his hips back slowly. His cock slips free of her, almost pops out of her slick tightness, before he reaches down to hold it steady. Now he pushes in again, knowing just how deep he can get before she seizes up. Jane’s eyes flutter shut, red-smeared lips falling open in a loud moan. He repeats the action, working the tip of his dick into her pussy over and over again.

“Okay. I think I’ve got you figured out, Crocker.” His hand lifts away from his shaft to splay over her pelvis, thumb peeling back her clitoral hood. Jane shivers at the glancing stimulation of his callouses. With his legs tucked beneath him, Dirk positions himself so every slip-out keeps him firmly notched against her clenching hole. “Let’s pipe this fucking cream.”

#homesmut #answer process #writing process #just the tip #first time #dirk x jane #hcp dirk strider #hcp jane crocker