#pleading anon

[fandomfluffandfuck]

(I'm sending this real last minute so it's okay if you don't reply with your writing!)

Fuck-dumb Steve getting fucked in several positions has been the only thing on my mind lately i swear and Archie's writing did nothing but make it worse.

1. Cowgirl

Can you imagine Steve bouncing on Bucky's cock, panting and whining uncontrollably with his eyes all blown out. He could feel his legs cramping from the repeating motion of lifting himself up and sinking down on Bucky's thick cock with a moan or a whimper but nothing could overcome the feeling of Bucky buried deep inside of him. His lips were parted, trying to suck in as much air as he could, his chest heaving from the pressure that was placed on his chest. From the pressure of Bucky's face buried in between his tits. "Buck- oh fuck-! Buck!"– was all Steve could make up in between is moans, eyes beautifully rolling to the back of his empty head.

2. Missionary

Even if it's the only position that Steve and Bucky would use for vanilla/love making, it can get rough too. Steve's head would always tip back every time Bucky pushed his legs back (pinning him down), his toes curling in the air as he'd always clamp around the length of Bucky's cock. Bucky could never not groan at the sight of his baby's body rocking back and forth from the sheer power that he'd use in his thrusts, pushing out small 'ah's from Steve each time the top of his head merely pressed against the headboard. Not even moans at this point. His brain wasn't working hard enough to let him scream. All he could let out was small gasps and whimpers every time he could feel the girth of Bucky's cock sliding in and out of him.

3. Good ol' doggy style/ass up face down

Bucky would always get a hand full of Steve's blonde hair and would most definitely tug it every time Steve wants to get fucked on fours, yanking his head back slightly with each of his thrusts, making him pant and whine from the sting on his scalp. Not that he was complaining. He was a man made of muscle. He could squirm away if he wanted to but he didn't. Steve would always moan and whimper until his arms crumble, letting him go ass up face down, his thighs threatening to crumble as it quivered and tremble uncontrollably each time Bucky thrusts forward.

-Pleading anon

This is from the requests I got before I closed my writing requests for the school year. I'm not taking requests during the school year.

You can find Archie here and here

You're all good, lol, you still were on time 😘 it just took me a long fucking time to come back to this. I'm sorry, lmao. That's my bad.

Oh, I can imagine

And I ask you to imagine the same except, rather than this occurring over several different sex sessions, montage style, this occurs during the same drawn-out marathon session. So Steve starts out going dumb, but the more Bucky moves him around, the more he's manhandled and manipulated, the more dumb he becomes until he really is just a pretty pile of mush.

Also, while we're at it, imagine this all happening while Steve is locked tight in chasity. He wants so badly to get hard, he wants to cum as many times as Bucky is, using his super soldier stamina to his advantage, but he can't. He can't get hard. He can't cum. All he can do is drip and drip and drip.

His cage is pretty, polished stainless steel that glints in the light, dressing up his soft, little cock, but with how he's dripping honey, that cage glistens.

His balls are swollen and wet, too. He's wet. So wet. Pre-cum dripping out of the head of his weeping, trapped cock and his brain dripping out of his ears.

His skin is damp with sweat, so he glistens, too. Catching all the light. The center of attention. Pretty and fucked out and dumb despite not having gotten one orgasm. It's been so long since he's orgasmed that he doesn't even think he needs it anymore. All he needs is Bucky. He revels in what Bucky does to him. The way Bucky makes him feel heaven without ever actually having release. It's paradoxical. It's perfect.

Sex isn't about chasing orgasm. Sex is about the penetration. The heat. The intimacy. The pressure. The wetness. The sounds. The pleasure. The way Bucky moves him and makes his toes curl until the soles of his feet cramp. Everything other than his orgasm. Steve doesn't have to think about orgasm. There is no distraction. He doesn't have to work to focus on the larger-than-can-fit-inside-his-body feelings. Good feelings.

Oh, God.

He loves how Bucky fucks him.

Cowgirl

The moment Steve is set on Bucky's cock, he's dumb. Brain gone. It doesn't matter that he was fine--put together and intelligent--before he was set right on Bucky's thick cock. His own cock twitches and kicks in its cage. It wants out. But Steve doesn't want to take it off. He gets enough from bouncing on Bucky's cock, panting and whining uncontrollably with his eyes all blown out.

He doesn't need his cock.

He doesn't need to cum.

There's more than enough relief in the way Bucky stretches out all the deepest parts of him that get so, so empty between fuckings. So deep. So thick. Fuck. Steve fucking chokes on it. He whimpers on it, rolling his hips and panting from the intrusion pressing up against his prostate, forcibly milking hot, messy drips of pre-cum from the head of his cock. His eyes roll at the way the satisfying weight of the cage tugs at him where he's so goddamn sensitive. Yet, really, he is overcome with the feeling of Bucky buried deep inside him. Nothing else can touch it. Not even the cage, as much as he loves it.

Constricting.

Freeing.

Steve half sits on his cock, moaning, lips parted, trying to suck in as much air as possible, chest heaving, and half bounces. He's not smart enough to focus just on bouncing. Especially not when Bucky will occasionally fuck up into him hard. That scrambles him into a useless mush every time.

Oh, oh, OH! He screams when Bucky does it.

He wants to cry every time it happens. The pleasure. The pressure. The, the--

Guh.

It's indescribable.

He doesn't have words. He doesn't have thoughts. And pretty soon he doesn't have any fucking motor control anymore either. He's a ragdoll. Bucky is holding him up with a vicious grip on his hips, burning bruises into his pretty pale skin, groaning and grunting, watching those black-with-arousal eyes roll to the back of his empty skull. He's just along for the ride. Head lulling uselessly, back arching, tits jiggling, thighs flexing, and cock making cute metallic clink-clink-clink sounds as his cage is rustled around.

All those precious noises continue, "Ah!"s and "Oh!"s and strung-out, pathethetic cries of "Buck!"

All too soon, Bucky can't take it. He flips Steve around without fucking problem, manhandling him through his orgasm, filling him up, hardly breaking a sweat while Steve gets absolutely wrecked.

Missionary

Bucky manages to arrange the puddle that is Steve onto his back, his legs spread whorishly wide to let Bucky's thick cock in. All he wants. Bucky teases him that he lives for cock--lives to be fucked, and sweet, stupid Steve can only barely shake his head yes. He's desperate. Whining. Toes curling in the air as he clamps around the length of Bucky's cock like vice grip, slick velvet. Shaking.

Now, every sound that comes out of him is gurgling or choked, like he really is that deep inside him. In his throat.

"Unh, uh, uh-!" He sputters.

It only inspires Bucky to put more of his back into it. Using the soft, intimate position to remind Steve what he can't fucking live without.

He can't live without this feeling.

Bucky's muscles under his clawing hands. Bucky's cock carving deep, deep into him, making space inside his body for himself. Bucky's mouth on his tits, wet and charming and sharp and unfathomably fucking hot. Bucky's mouth against his, growling and groaning and biting. Bucky's fingers digging into his shoulders or into his jaw, holding onto him because if he doesn't the thrusts will literally fuck Steve up the bed. And as stupid as Steve is, he doesn't need to be stupider, getting his head hit against the headboard.

Bucky cums in him again that way. It's a lot.

Wet.

Hot.

Filthy.

Snarling and tearing into his collarbone, bruising him like a ripe peach, Bucky feels the first round of his release get forced out of his heavy, swollen-feeling balls into Steve. Steve is so fucking tight around the hot, thick, spear of his cock he just can't take it.

"Messy boy," Bucky licks sloppily up his sternum, not feeling bad for even half a second at the way Steve whines so sharply in arousal that his face twists up in pain, throat aching from all the noise he's making. It's not his fault Steve is such a pretty, easy slut, now is it? It's not like his dick makes anyone 50% dumber just by reason of being inside them.

It's just Steve.

Just Steve.

He lets out a hilariously loud, wrecked sound when Bucky drags his metal fingers brazenly around his twitching, puffy, wet rim.

He can feel cum leaking out of him.

"Buh-- B-" Steve's so fucked out, so fuck-dumb that he can't even manage to moan Bucky's name. He doesn't have words.

Perfect.

He's right where Bucky wants him. Or, actually, Bucky wants him worse--he wants him stupider. Dumber. Even more drooling and brainless.

Doggy Style

So...

He flips his stupid boy over. He needs to get at that stuffed full ass.

"Ohhhhh," Steve moans, long and low, into the sheets. Only slightly muffled.

Fuck.

The day Bucky doesn't get a kick out of Steve moaning like he's fucking stupid will be the day Bucky is dead. He gets a fucking kick out of it. A kick like boot to the gut. God. Fuck yeah.

Immediately, Bucky gets a handful of Steve's ass, grabbing and spreading.

"Look at that," Bucky groans.

He's wet. He's swollen. He's obscene.

Steve sobs. His thighs falling apart wider, begging for it with his entire fucking body. Using his pretty curves and muscles for pure evil. Winding Bucky the fuck up.

And, fuck, he can't miss that sight, either, so he gives up the vice-grip he has on those round fucking cheeks (but not before slamming back into his slick heat) and instead gets a handful of Steve's blonde hair, tugging it yanking head head back with each thrust, staring, eyes heavily lidded, at that fucking dumb look on his face. Flushed red. Sweaty. Eyes rolled back. Mouth wide open. Chin wet with drool. Every breath a pant or whine or moan. He's not fucking holding himself up. Bucky is doing all the work. Fucking him. Making sure he can see the sin that is Steve's face perfectly. And Steve is just...

Just here.

Dumb.

Just letting this happen to him. Going with whatever Bucky wants. Letting Bucky use him like he's a stress ball and Bucky has had a terrible, fucking awful day. He sure is brainless as a little stress-relief toy. Malleable like one, too. Bending whatever way Bucky wants him to. Taking anything Bucky gives him.

His whole body quivers. His useless body. He's the picture of uselessness. Helpless. Every muscle has been liquified. He's a puddle.

It turns on Bucky because sometimes Bucky is fucking awful and he just can't help it. He likes his Stevie stupid. Sugar filled and gooey. Sweet like the most mouth-watering dessert.

Bucky cums in him again.

Wetter. Fuller. Stupider.

Steve takes it. He takes it gorgeously. Jaw hanging open. Chin wet and shiny with drool. Cheeks hot red. Lips hot, hot red and swollen.

Quivering head-to-toe. Golden hair a fucked mess, strands hanging over his forehead and plastered in place by sweat.

Shit.

Just one look is enough for Bucky to want to start all over again. Cowgirl. Missionary. Doggy style. Cowgirl. Missionary. Doggy style. C--

He's gonna fuck Steve until he can't keep going anymore. He's gonna fuck Steve until he screams himself raw. He's gonna fuck Steve until he cums straight through his pretty little cage whether he wants to or not--its Bucky's anyway. His orgasm. His cock. They're Bucky's. Steve's too simple to know what to do with it, so Bucky has to take responsibility.

The only thing Steve knows is the back of his eyelids, he can't manage to open his eyes. The only thing he knows is gasping for breath. The only thing he knows is drowning in molten lust. Which way is up? Which way is down? It doesn't matter! All that matters is Bucky, Bucky, Bucky BuckyBuckyBucky. He cries silently, choking on nothing, unraveling completely.

So, yes.

Stupid 👏🏻 Fucked-Out 👏🏻 Steve 👏🏻

[pianokantzart]

I found out that Bowser was going to be meaner in the Mario movie and that they made him more likable in the final move.

Like Bowser in the final movie tries to destroy the mushroom kingdom and preform a ritualistic sacrifice, hold Luigi to later kill to make Mario suffer, his love for Peach is faker than plastic, he treats his minions like trash.

Like outside of being funny Bowser has no good qualities, and I can only think about how he would have been.

Yeah, I remember reading somewhere that figuring out his personality was one of the most difficult parts of writing the script, and they kept making him too much like a "Marvel Villain" (or something along those lines.)

They definitely went the right direction by leaning into the "hopeless romantic" angle and playing up his insecurities. The way he fawns awkwardly over his crush? writes shallow romantic ballads while imagining her swooning? nervously rehearses one-liners? If that was all it was, it'd be adorable!

You see the seeds of what could have been good qualities. His sensitivity could've garnered compassion and his determination could've made him a good ruler rather than a good conquerer. It's the fact that he's both unable to accept "no" in any capacity and makes his personal insecurities the responsibility of everyone around him that make him so scary.

He obsesses over what he can't have and enjoys nothing more than the utter destruction of anything that dares to stand in his way, hence the weird adoring/vengeful behavior he exhibits toward Princess Peach. Peach is both something he wants and the thing telling him "no," and as a result he wants to take ownership of her and tear her down simultaneously... marrying her amidst a mass slaughter of her old allies and destroying her kingdom the moment she resists.

He is both terrifying and pathetic, so wrapped up in himself he can't see that he's a black hole of desires, constantly destroying his own chances at happiness in pursuit of an idealized version of validation. He's somewhat likable because you can relate to his vulnerability, and the way he awkwardly fumbles with his own romantic feelings is incredibly entertaining, but boy oh boy he is not anything close to a good person.

[tubbytarchia]

Sorry that happened :( But I'm so intrigued now, may we see your OCs? If not that's fine, I'm confident they're great!!

You may......

I've been doing monster designs since I was like 7. I have almost 600 of them today because I've kept drawing them throughout my life, here's just a few that I've bothered to redraw digitally

Even excluding them I have too many to keep track of but a few I particularly like are these guys from a folklore sort of story where people are all just various demons etc

and others...

[tojiscrack]

KAI AND Y/N SHIPPERS RISE (from beyond the darkest, deepest, emo grave 🪦)

sorry megumi, but kai and y/n are together in every universe. our otp fr 🙌🏼

‘liar, liar’ masterlist here:

WHAT IS THIS NEW SHIP OMG

WHAT IS GOING ON? 😭 if the original anon who came up with this idea doesn’t return and collect her kai/y/n soldiers rn- 💀

poll time for liar liar readers only!!!

[inkykeiji]

okay but you can't tell me daddy dazai isn't GREAT at aftercare. he can take you apart and put you back together again and he loves to spoil and coddle you too. <3

with you, yes, absolutely 100%!!!! he would be the fucking sweetest and he’d already have multiple potential care plans in place before you even begin the scene, each tailored to a specific outcome—the ways he thinks you’re most likely to react by the time the scene is over, with a few of them branching out into sub-plans based on what turns the scene may take as it develops. each aftercare plan is attuned to what he knows your specific set of needs will be by the end of him fucking you into the prettiest shattered shards of yourself. if the session ends up being purely psychological torture then you can bet your ass he’s got a whole novels-worth of words of affirmation written on the walls of his skull, just waiting to be spoken to you. if the session is more physical in nature then he’s prepared with your favourite nutritious snack + a bottle of water + first aid materials. if it’s any combination of both he’s prepared with whatever percentage of each he believes must be met; various aftercare blends each customized to that particular result.

afterwards, after he’s sure your initial, instinctive and most immediate needs have been throughly dealt with and resolved, it’s whatever you further need—your favourite comfort film, or cozy cuddles beneath fluffy blankets with him and your most cherished stuffy, or tender kisses scattered across your marred skin and mangled limbs, gentle lips so healing, so loving as they skim across your body, each stamp of them against your flesh leaving a soft, small blossom of warmth in its wake; whatever it is, whatever you want, he is more than ready and willing to give it.

i genuinely believe that like, 97% of the time this man is fucking brutal and sincerely, severely sadistic in the bedroom; loves teasing you to the point of tears and then far beyond that, staining his name into your skin through deep indents beneath all 32 of his teeth and splats of broken blood vessels beneath his fingertips, can be downright fucking cruel when he wants to be, when the mood strikes him (and takes genuine delight and pleasure in it all)—and as such, being a god at aftercare is a must, when it concerns you, anyway.

with akutagawa tho?????? eeeeeee probably not

[relaxxattack]

hey guys you should send me asks about. homestuck

[cry-ptidd]

This might seem a little silly but as a woman starting to get hairier because of PCOS, it feels really good to see you depict Laura's hairiness in a neutral (dare I say positive?) way. Like, even if it's technically completely unrelated it still helps when thinking about my future appearance and how it'll be perceived by others

Im so sorry for taking so long to reply to ur ask anon, but you have no idea how much this makes me happy!!

Bodily quirks and details unique to each person add so much to someone's appearance (in the best way), and I really like to add that! I physically can't resist giving my characters at least a bit of body hair. Even if it's just armpit hair or a happy trail (it's not called a happy trail for nothing!!)

I struggled so much to accept my own body hair as a teenager, now I embrace it as part of my body, like my chub and robust build. I fully believe that such things are to be appreciated instead of being mocked or used as a debate subject. It is a thing as natural as anything, and to be fair someone whining won't make it go away. I try to treat traits like body hair on a character as both neutral and celebrated, as in it's a part of their body and character so it's natural for it to be there but I also like that it's there.

While I imagine not that many women/people are as hairy as Laura (she's a literal werewolf) I'm still really happy at least someone takes comfort in her design.

Same goes for you anon, your body is something to be appreciated and respected. You're not here to entertain or pleasure anyone, embrace yourself.

[zvaigzdelasas]

WWIII would affect more than just the US. the point is that the US uses shitty excuses to attack innocent countries all the time. starting a war against the US is not the concern. the US starting a war with the world is

The post is about the US invading Israel. You recognize this right. The "highly militaristic country committing war crimes" is Israel. Thats what the bit abt the cease fire is about. Please tell me you're just being willfully obtuse

[damnation-if]

!!!! i would love to know malkorath's greetings! for the lil ask game :D

of course! thank you for sending an ask :)

Hostile

Ugh, you again.

*growls* What?

Human...

Bids farewell by saying "finally..."

Neutral

What is it?

*coughs awkwardly* Uh, hello.

Something going on?

Bids farewell by saying "hmph. Bye."

Warm

Oh, it's you.

Is everything all right?

What do you need?

Do you need me for something?

Can I help with something?

I thought I sensed you coming.

Bids farewell by saying "let me know if you need anything."

Romanced

You're back...

It's, um. It's nice to... see you...

Whatever you need, I can help with. Anything. Just ask me.

I've been thinking about you...

Bids farewell by saying "I'll be around."

[cold--carnage]

I don't know if that court person is like our lawyer or whatever but she's at least nice to us

[yandere-daydreams]

HOLY ngl ngl ngl WE REALLY need a sukuna lactation LIKE ASAP I will (literally) die without it like I will not be able to function unless we get this fic PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I AM BEGGING 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🥵🥵🥵🥵 I NEED HIS MOMMY MILKERS SO BADLY 🍼💦💦💦💦

the sukuna lactation enthusiasm tally is now 3 unenthusiastic endorsements vs. 8 enthusiastic endorsements. these actions will have consequences.

[rouge-fauna]

I think you’re talking about these posts [here & here], I don’t know if there have been others.

I'm not gonna say what I did was right, you are correct I should probably just not respond to asks getting me to talk about other people. I will say for these two posts those people had already blocked me I’m pretty sure, so it’s kinda hard to talk directly to them in that case. And I was not doing so anonymously and had not blocked them so I wasn’t hiding what I was saying. I did not follow them, I am not part of the innitor community, and not that that makes it right but I do think it is kinda different. Though you make a good point, perhaps we should stop this pattern of responding to asks about other blogs and such.

Still, the biggest thing to me I realized, back in elementary school when I first dealt with this, was that honestly all the time we talk about people behind their back. Talking about people when they aren’t always in the room is kinda just inevitable and part of socializing, however I think the important part is how you are talking about other people. It’s when you are insulting them, talking negatively about them to people they know, spreading false information and so on that it becomes not okay. Hopefully that makes sense.

In these cases I merely focused on the lore. I didn’t insult them or talk shit about them, as a person, as a blog or say their takes were stupid or they are stupid or speculate about their trauma or mental history. I just talked about reasons why I disagreed, or saw things differently and why we might see things differently. They were also not the only ones I saw to say similar things so I think in my mind I was making more of a general discussion, not trying to target them specifically. I didn’t post beyond that about them. But you are right, regardless it was probably not the right way to go about things.

But just to be clear, if I am a hypocrite it is not my intention. I haven’t vague blogged anyone or meant to vague reblog anyone. I think this week is pretty much the first time I’ve ever been not naming, passive aggressively talking about blogs, and even then I’m not trying to insult them, trying to cancel them. I’m just expressing that before you go off about how I’m stupid and unable to have a discussion about it, the very least you could’ve done was give me an opportunity to try.

[cloud-somersault]

I get where you are taking the story with Macaque's confession but can you please not make it an abusive power struggle. with wukong desperately wanting love or affection and his partner holding it over his head like a treat? I'm so sick of seeing that kind of "romance" in shadowpeach fics now a days. It's so cruel.

I think this is going to be the last question I answer on this blog for the foreseeable future or else I’m just going to keep getting stupid shit like this in my box. Once again, I never asked for criticism, and I said as much, nicely, last time. But since you felt the need to come here to my blog and state what you want to have happen? In my story? Nah. No more being nice. I’m gonna sit you the fuck down.

First off, this story isn’t being written for you; it’s being written for me. I am doing whatever the hell I want to do in my own fucking story. I am so sick and tired of people coming in here complaining and whining and being rude and inconsiderate to a stranger. I don’t fucking know any of you people; do you think it’s just okay to go up to someone and say shit like this? When they’ve already written free content for you?

You’re being entitled. Stop it. Don’t send this kind of stuff to any other writer or artist on any platform. You want to have shadowpeach behave a certain way? You want to see more of a certain dynamic? Then write it yourself and stop making your preferences my problem.

What the masses do is not in my control and, frankly, not my fucking concern. I have enough understanding to know people are going to write what they want, however they want it. I’m not gonna like everything they do or agree with it, but that’s how it is. They have that freedom, just like you have the freedom to sit down and type out a story yourself.

And you think that dynamic is cruel. Again, those are your preferences. And don’t come in here asking for the fic to be a certain way and say you understand where I’m taking the story when you clearly don’t.

From this ask, I’m guessing you didn’t read chapter 12, because if you did, you wouldn’t have sent this. Or you read it and chose to ignore half the content, I guess. Either way, how many times, in that chapter alone did Macaque shower Wukong with affection? He initiated that first kiss. He initiated more kisses three fucking times.

Wukong deadass asked Macaque for kisses, and Macaque instantly gave him kisses. He literally saves Wukong from falling when the tree breaks and makes that his first priority. He constantly remarks on how beautiful Wukong is, how warm he is, how he can’t live without him, how Wukong belongs to him.

Macaque wants affection just as badly from Wukong. He literally tells Wukong he’s enthused to just fucking kiss and bite him. In every other paragraph, Macaque is talking about how badly he wants more. But Macaque’s holding affection over Wukong's head like a treat? The entire point of chapter 11 was them coming to an understanding and setting off on this new path their relationship is going together. What are you reading?? Because it sure as shit ain't the epilogue.

Like, what is this take? I am so confused how you ended up here. You are missing fundamental elements and aspects in this story because you're projecting onto Wukong or whoever and feel the need to defend him when he doesn’t need your defense. He’s gotten plenty of affection and he’s going to get so much more. Don’t act like you know where I’m going with this story. The only person who knows is me.

And even if I did write that — that’s my fucking choice. I can do what I want.

You, and everyone else I guess who shoots criticism my way, is forgetting the entire premise of this AU: Wukong killed Macaque. So if Macaque wants to take things slow or doesn’t want to give out affection sometimes, that’s his fucking choice. Also! There doesn’t have to be a murder for him to want that. That’s just a relationship thing. People want what they want when they want it. And Macaque isn’t forcing Wukong to stay in this situation, Wukong wants this. He loves Macaque. He wants to be with him.

The story isn’t even over. They just kissed, and you’re shooting this ask my way? Thinking it’ll change something? If anything, it makes me want to write this power struggle dynamic because you think it’s okay to push your opinion on others.

I’m not changing this story to suit you or anyone else’s wants or needs. No one is forcing you to read this. If you don’t like where it’s heading, stop fucking reading it.

[switchblade-serenade]

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[ashton-ryder]

Who's your secret crush at The Wexley?

"Your mom."