#hundred follower event

[arpicityandneed]

Congrats on 100! What if #5 with Bucky, but he's the one getting body worshipped?

Thank you so much! And ooh I love the way you think <3

Bucky (#5 body worship)

18+ f!reader. Avenger!Bucky. Praise kink. established relationship.

"So pretty baby, everywhere." You breathed as you nuzzled your cheek against Bucky's cock, his length dusky red and leaking with every breath of his. Bucky was covered in super fine shivers as you took your time with him.

"I'm not-" he always protested at first, and depending on how much you could tell where he was at mentally.

"But you are. All flushed and pink. I should get Stevie to teach me how to paint." You grinned as more pre leaked out of his tip, and you moaned as you tongued his slit.

"Doll you can't just say things like that." Bucky may have been the most deadly assassin who ever lived but when it came to accepting compliments? His dick liked it more than he did.

"Can and will." You stuck your tongue out at your boyfriend before leaning down to suck one of his heavy balls into your mouth. Bucky threw his head back and groaned, his sensitive sack always a weak spot you took advantage of ruthlessly.

You managed to cover him in spit and adoration as you licked and sucked gently at his balls, before meeting his eyes and taking his entire length down your throat.

There was always something different about giving Bucky head. Like he couldn't believe you'd get on your knees and worship him with your mouth. You on the other hand couldn't get enough. Watching him blush and moan and hide behind his hair while you made love to his cock with your tongue, it was your favorite way to spoil your super soldier.

"I'm gonna cum," you simply moaned in response and sucked him deeper, until your nose was pressed against his tummy. You poured all your love into your gaze as your eyes began to water and he groaned before unloading down your throat.

His heavy metal hand was on your head brushing your hair out of your face so he could see you as you swallowed every drop like it was your reward.

"You're gonna kill me." Bucky muttered when you finally pulled off, your voice husky and soft as you shook your head. You crawled into his lap and wrapped your arms around him smiling as you kissed his jaw.

"Nope, just gonna make you feel pretty every chance I get."

[suntails]

a toast to your coffin

[xoxochb]

moodboards - victorian era. books. pastel flowers. tea parties. grassy fields. long dresses

‘I want to be great or nothing’

[musical-dash-trash]

🌼200 follower event!!!🌼

thank you all SO MUCH for 200 followers!! this means more than i can put into words. you’re all so lovely and deserve the world.

on to the event! 

🌻(sunflower) i will find an image that reminds me of you!

🪷(lilypad) i will find something else that reminds me of you (book, movie, poem, etc.)

🐥 (chick) i will show you something in my bedroom that reminds me of you!

🐝 (bee) i will share something creative i’ve made!

🌼 (daisy) i will tell you what i think of our dynamic!

🦇 (bat) i will give you something random from my camera roll

🎃 (jack o’lantern) i will give you something random from my notes app!

🐸 (frog) i will tell you something (or multiple things) that make me happy 

☀️ (sun) i will tell you what i think of you!

🌈 (rainbow) i will assign you something that i like! (media, so movies or books and things like that)

💌 (heart letter) i will tell you something good that’s happened to me lately!

🧸 (teddy bear) you can request a doodle from me! (no nsfw please!! i can and will turn down request i am not comfortable doing)

🎟️ (ticket) i will share something that i am passionate about but rarely discuss on here!

🧊 (ice cube) i’ll show you a random book i own

🦆 (duck) i will assign you a duck from my duck collection!! 

🪱 (earthworm) i will show/assign you something else from my collection of strange things!

🍩 (donut) i will share a fun fact about me that you may not know

🫧 (bubbles) wild card! ask me anything!! 

please don’t use anon for this!! i can’t do a lot of these if i don’t know who you are!

heavily inspired by the lovely @ivys-head-is-spinning !! (you should go check them out they’re amazing)

[afrenomes]

Seeing a major Sims youtuber I’ve been following for probably around a decade allow rampant antisemitism in her comments and then going to her instagram (which I don’t follow) and seeing she’s been platforming jvp and the like for months is incredibly disheartening

Man, this fucking sucks

[0celesteisthebest0]

Wait…

😭 GUYSSSS

I can’t tell you all how grateful I am for ever single follower here experiencing my madness with me! I am unbelievably overjoyed, truly thank you all

[kissmefriendly]

Okay, the little “History is…” talk in the new Amelia Project is making me emotional. Because, as a history buff, my absolute favourite part of history IS the people and the individual stories! One of my favourite things is to read the correspondences of people who never thought that their stories would ever be worth telling or would be important to the historical record.

“History is just wars and dates.”

“No. It’s people! It’s like… it’s like… what is it like? It’s like reading sci-fi but instead of the future it’s the past. But it’s still all stories and cultures and people and they’re different and you never really meet any of them-“

It’s such a lovely way of putting it. And, as Kozlowski points out, the past is still tangible and still impacts and exists in our modern world. Even if it bears little resemblance to what it once was 100 or even 500 years ago. Wars and dates are how we categorise the past, what we define eras by. But it does not give an accurate representation of the living, human parts of the world. How people still played practical jokes, how cultures were evolving or clinging to stay alive, or how for all of time people have always been here just as we are now. Just in different settings. And you know what, that’s beautiful.

The past is horrific and brutal and ugly. It’s also inspiring and worth remembering the stories that make it all up, the threads in the tapestry that is continuing to be woven. It’s about significant names such as Moliere and his death but it SIMULTANEOUSLY about the joy of that one day you found the perfect waffle.

[arolesbianism]

I’ve been thinking abt one of my older oni colonies and decided to doodle my first three dupes in that save

[artemis-pendragon]

I literally only have 5-10 more chapters in my Good Omens fic Aphelion and then perhaps I will start plotting my canon-verse-but-in-the-future cyberpunk Good Omens fic 😏

[jonquilandlace]

ASHCDHDJLDLWKWIWH I MISSED THE MILESTONE BUT SOMEHOW MY SHITPOSTING HAS MANAGED TO BE POPULAR ENOUGH I NOW HAVE 105 OF YOU FOLLOWING ME??? THANK YOU I APPRECIATE YOU ALL SO MUCH OMG

[darkspace7]

{King of Eternal Bonds AU} Snippet 1/?

The disguised Legendary contentedly kicked his legs as he sat perched atop the fallen Titan Pokémon. His old phone floated in place at his side as Dex puttered about the device, doing lord knows what. Having long since become accustomed to the rotom's antics he stared out into the middle distance. It was a truly nice day and he was tempted to spend the rest of it curled up on a hillside as the light breeze toyed playfully with the pale strands of his hair in the meantime.

He blinked, his attention perking up as he sensed the familiar presence of warm-spice-at-a-picnic as it rapidly approached. And, sure enough, a head of wavy hair popped up over the cliffside before quickly falling back as the other let out a startled yelp at the sight of the massive beast.

Both pokémon shared a sidelong look as the other boy proceeded to try and scramble over the craggy ledge to reach their position. Dex silently slid themself back into the pocket of his trainer’s vest as the other effortlessly hopped off the creature's shell and picked his way across the clearing to meet the other halfway.

Aurum watched with a vague note of concern as the other hunched over, hand desperately clutching at his puffy yellow vest as he struggled to catch his breath. He opened his mouth to ask if the teen was alright before the blond held up a finger, signaling for him to give him a moment. The taller boy sucked in a deep breath and held it for a moment before releasing.

 “What.” He stared with a slightly wild look in his eyes, “Were you thinking?”

“You said you needed the Herba Mystica, Arven.” He reminded him patiently. “They-” He jerked his thumb back at the unconscious Titan, “-did not want to hand over the Herba Mystica.” He let his hand fall and gave a small one shouldered shrug. “So...I took care of it?” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly behind the prescription lenses. “You did consent to having me act as a bodyguard for the duration of this whole thing back at the academy. Remember?"

“Yes. But I thought that meant you’d battle it not-” He gestured with a semi-hysterical sputter to the beast, “Try fight it in hand to hand combat!"

 "I’ve had practice in dealing with such things before, so I know how to deal with it in a way that would have minimized injury to both parties.” He soothed, vibrant blue eyes staring up at the teen apologetically as he gently placed a hand on the other’s shoulder. “I would not have gotten hurt Arven.”

 ‘Not like you could have been...’ That second part however, remained unspoken.

 “That-!” The younger male let out a serious of strangled noises before, apparently giving up on words all together, opted to stare at him with a touch of desperation in his watery eyes. "Please, just... don't that again. I don’t think my heart can take it."

"Okay. Sure. I promise."

He would, in fact, do it again. Several times, in fact. After all, as The One Who Held the Eternal Bonds he refused to let such a fate befall those under his domain. These people were his and if anything so much as laid a hand on them he would try to strike down the Almighty Sinnoh themself to keep them safe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He watched as the teen placed the Herba Mystica on top of the buttered Kalosian-Style bread and then proceeded to cover it with the other half of the loaf. With a note of trembling pride laced with an indescribable something else, Arven turned to face him.

“We finally managed to do it, because of you Aurum.”

“...Yeah.”

He turned back to just stare at the plated sandwich placed innocuously on the Dragon-Type printed tablecloth but neither of them seemed keen to be the first to sample the mythical flavour...

“Screw it.”

...Until Aurum threw caution to the wind and took the first bite.

“Well...how is it?”

The disguised Legendary tilted his head, chewing thoughtfully.

“...!”

“...Little Buddy?”

He held up a finger, a signal for the other to give him a moment. He swallowed and with a firm nod turned to the teen, “It’s one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. My genuine compliments to the chef. However-” His expression suddenly shifted, face covered in a heavy flush as tears pooled in his radioactive blue eyes. In a strangled voice, he ground out: “-it’s so hot I think that my heart might be about to stop.” And then proceeded to keel over into a dead-faint.

“Aurum?!”

Yvetal and Giratina were going to yell at him for dying again and scaring the ever-loving piss out of another human but, honestly? Worth it.

The kid could make a damn fine sandwich.

[arpicityandneed]

Helllooou for the prompt list: 4 and 16 would be so perfect togethrrrrrr

So I just wrote this for Bucky. Sorry if you were looking for someone else!

Bucky (#4 slow sex while one or both are injured and #16 accidental i love you’s during sex)

18+. F!reader. Avenger!Bucky. Former red room!assassin reader. dark content. mentions of past abuse. injured sex. creampie.

Something small flipped inside your belly. That was blood on the ground, and you were trailing your former mentor turned teammate. Who had always been more than that to you since he helped you escape before your graduation ceremony. The sounds of his screams as he was electrocuted for helping you had haunted your dreams for years now.

But he was unsurprisingly silent as he sewed up the knife wound in his gut, only tensing for a moment before he recognized your footsteps.

"We have to stop meeting like this." He muttered dryly but you ignored him. He thought that you leaving the battlefield to check on him was a waste of your talents. You thought it was the least you could do for the man you loved.

"Let me help you." Was all you said as you brushed his hands away, the blood loss making them tremble slightly. You finished the stitches swiftly, and started to wrap the guaze around his middle. If your cheeks heated being that close to him you prayed he wouldn't notice.

But of course he did.

"You keep checking on me. I've never asked why." He murmured as he let the back of his hand stroke your cheek gently, his piercing blue gray eyes locked onto you so intently you couldn't escape.

"Don't..." you whispered, knowing if he asked you you'd have to tell him. You couldn't lie. Not to him.

"Why-?" You cut him off with a kiss. Gentle, just a brief press of lips. Testing the waters always. You'd both been robbed of choices for too long for you to try and force him into something he didn't want.

"Again. Please." His voice dropped an octave but it wasn't a command, would never be.

You kissed him deeper this time, moaning into his lips as he reached out and pulled you closer. Until you were settled on his lap- the thick bulge of him proof of his desire.

"Still okay?" You felt his lips move more than you heard the words and you rocked down on him, a whimper growing in the back of your throat.

"Yes," you moaned as you finally opened your eyes to look at him. His pupils were blown wide and he was looking at you like you were his savior. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

"More." You both spoke at the same time and you were gifted one of his rare smiles as he nodded, his hands starting to grope at you hungrily now that he'd been given permission.

Your breast barely fit in his palm and he groaned, hissing in pain as he tried to lift you with his injured side. "I'll help. Just, let me-" You muttered as you sat up, stripping out of your gear with surprising ease after so much practice. Leaving your lower half bare as your hands hesitated over his belt.

"Up to you. But... I don't have a condom." He finished breathlessly as your breath hitched, a feral gleam in your eyes as you undid his belt with purpose.

"You were the one who gave me the chance to have a child, seems only fair you're the father too." It was all you could say, but it was everything in one. I love you, thank you, love me back.

"Fuck, okay, okay, anything you want." He gulped but grabbed you a bit tighter, his metal hand cupping your ass cheek as you freed his cock. There was a matching need in his eyes and it was by mutual agreement that you couldn't wait any longer.

You sank down on him slowly, biting your lip at the sheer blunt stretch of his fat cock splitting you open. "That's it sweetheart, fuck, just a little more." His flesh hand left your breast to play with your clit, your slick easing the last few inches inside until he was fully seated inside you.

"Can't love you like I want to, but I promise I'll make it up to you." Was all he said before starting to rock up into you, a gutteral moan escaping him as he felt your wet heat wrapped around his dick like a vice.

"Just love me." You moaned as you started to ride him, claiming him as yours for the first time. Though you knew you'd belonged to him for so much longer.

He bit down on your exposed breast to stop himself from being to loud, his fingers growing slippery as he drew orgasm after orgasm out of you. His injury faded away and all he wanted was to make you feel good. But every time you keened and moaned and clenched down around him he got closer and closer to giving you the child you'd asked for.

"Gonna cum," he wasn't going to be able to hold off, and you refused to let him go- sinking down on him heavily until he was balls deep and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head.

"I love you." He groaned into your skin before he started to blow, each spurt of cum filling you with warmth until you knew you'd never be cold again.

[colonelpancakes]

Girl help I can physically feel my Omori hyperfixation coming back. I fear it may be time to replay it for the fifth time

[xoxochb]

moodboards - outer space. endless universes. constellations. planets associated with roman gods. stars

‘once upon a time, the planets and the fates, and all the stars aligned. you and I ended up in the same room at the same time’ - mastermind

[m1ckeyb3rry]

── REQUESTS // CLOSED!

ꕤ event masterlist ꕤ

ꕤ hello everyone! as a thank you to all of you and as celebration for reaching 500 followers, i am (for the first time) opening requests! as of right now, i plan on having them open until june 24th, so be sure to get your request in before then! please read the following before making a request ꕤ

ꕤ rules ꕤ

no nsfw! smut is not my strongest point and as of right now i don’t like writing it.

at the moment, i only write f!readers, as that’s what i’m comfortable with. apologies in advance!

i don’t mind anonymous requests, but please be patient. i write at my own pace, so although i hopefully won’t take a million years to complete requests, i also won’t be able to respond immediately! remember, i do have a life outside of tumblr.

you do NOT have to be a follower to request!

i will most likely interpret requests in my own way, so that might mean i don’t write the exact fic you had in mind. vague prompts are perfectly alright with me, but just be aware that i am not a mind reader and will take my own liberties within the constraints of the request.

requests will be for one-shots or headcanons, unless i am inspired enough to create a chaptered fic off of the given scenario.

requests will be posted on here and ao3!

ꕤ how to request and fandoms ꕤ

send me an ask or a dm with the fandom, character, and scenario you want me to write for!

i primarily write for blue lock, jujutsu kaisen, and attack on titan at the moment. however, if you see something on my fandoms list that you’d like to request for, then shoot me a message and we can see if it might work!

[ozzgin]

Yandere! House Monster x Reader (II)

It’s officially a smutty sitcom: you, the oblivious gamer boyfriend, and the tentacle monster lurking in dark corners.

[First part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster smut

Do monsters have a sense of humor? This creature seems to be greatly amused by the little "game" you've devised behind your boyfriend's back. Although you don't have much input in the affair, and most of the time you're merely a witness to the events unfolding before you (or in you).

First, there's the mild, inoffensive annoyances. "Babe, did you see my controller? I swear I left it on the couch". Some pranks are harder to swallow than others, such as the occasional lack of Internet. You know exactly when it happens, because you can hear your boyfriend's enraged shouts and rattles. It's always during important matches. No one knows why it happens. The repairmen who cross your threshold can only scratch their heads in confusion, confessing that nothing is out of the ordinary.

Then, the unfortunate coincidences. "How about we have some fun after my game?", the boyfriend will suggest with an anticipative grin. Alas, moments after he stands up, he is overwhelmed by a nauseous feeling. His stomach twirls and throbs, and he curses under his breath. "Some other time, perhaps", he concludes begrudgingly. You see, the creature is very possessive. The only thing that has saved your beloved partner from being torn to shreds already is his crassly comical obliviousness.

The mischief aimed towards the boyfriend is, however, a secondary source of entertainment. Nothing could ever come close to spending time with you. Yet another irony to this ridiculous situation: you haven't been caught yet, despite the rabid clinginess of the tentacled monster.

It just loves surprising you. For example, when you exhale dramatically at the end of the day, relaxing in the bathtub and enjoying your peace. Just as you hear an impatient knock on the door, you notice a familiar dark tendril slithering its way out of the water. You won't be leaving the bathroom anytime soon. "Did you steam yourself over there? You look like a lobster", the boyfriend will remark with a raised eyebrow upon seeing your panting, feverish face. "Y-yeah, I guess so." You limp outside, struggling to hold the towel around your body. Or more specifically, around the many marks left on your skin by hundreds of suckers.

In fact, its shamelessness reminds you of a poorly written erotic scenario, the likes you'd see on some adult website with a clickbait title. How would you name this current setup? You grip the edge of the table, pursing your lips to prevent any moans escaping your mouth. Your boyfriend is, once again, scrolling on his phone, indifferent to your presence. The water boiling on the stove drowns the wet, slippery sounds of the appendages pumping in and out of you underneath the table. “You might want to give it a stir in a moment, or it’ll overflow”, the boyfriend remarks without lifting his gaze. You mumble in agreement, slapping a hand over your mouth. You’re at your limit.

One may be tempted to ask, is this entity bound to its house? You pondered the same question until your recent IKEA visit. You and your boyfriend had been looking for a new wardrobe. "What do you think of this one?", you asked, closing the door and turning around. Your eyes scanned the empty model-bedroom. The jackass had wandered ahead without you. You sighed and were about to go find him, when a cold grip suddenly tightened around your wrist. You winced and snapped your head back. Thick tendrils had made their way out of the closet, tugging you to join them inside. So it can follow you around, you thought, climbing into the cramped space. Between the silent whines and breathy begging, an idea emerges from your dazed mind. New hypothetical video title: mercilessly molested in the IKEA store by monster partner.