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[bucktommykinkweek]

Welcome back to bucktommykinkweek!

This round will take place February 23-March 1, 2025. There will be three kink prompts and one dialogue prompt every day. You can write one, combine two or all four, or interpret them however you like! This round we also have the top 5 prompts from last time as bonus prompts!

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[cheshireliam]

"My Ideal Life of A Doting Love" Story Event: Chapter 1

Azel Radwan

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After some time of living together with Tanzanite's Living God in a isolated castle in the desert—

I noticed something strange about my lover.

…

Emma: Prince Aze— I mean, Azel. Lunch is ready…

Emma: … What are you doing?

Despite having retired from his duties as Living God and supposedly enjoying a peaceful life, Azel was sitting at his desk and reading a book upside down.

Azel: Isn't it obvious?

Emma: No, it's not. Is that how that book is meant to be read?

Azel: Oh.

As if he had only just realised that the book was upside down, he nonchalantly flipped it right side up and cleared his throat.

(Something's not right. He was definitely up to something before I came, wasn't he?)

Azel: Wrong.

Emma: What kind of excuse is that?

Azel: More importantly, I'm hungry. I thank the ever-dedicated Emma for today's meal.

(… It's bothering me.)

…

On another night,—

(… Mm… I'm awake…)

When I woke up while it was still dark outside, I noticed Azel wasn't next to me.

I sat up and looked around to see that the balcony window was left slightly ajar.

Sitting by the window, illuminated by the massive moon worshipped by the people of Tanzanite, Azel was engrossed in reading a book. He was dressed in his familiar divine robes because as he always said, "it's best to wear comfortable clothes at night".

He didn't to seem to notice I was awake.

(He looks so serious.)

Although I was mesmerised by his beautiful profile under the moonlight, I quietly slipped out of bed.

I crept closer to him silently, but right when I was about to reach him, Azel turned to face me.

Azel: Are you an assassin or something?

Emma: You noticed.

Azel: Of course I did.

He claimed that he noticed me approaching, but he hurriedly shut the book and hid it behind his back.

Regardless of whether he realised this or not, his behaviour only made me all the more suspicious.

Emma: What book were you reading?

Azel: … A highly classified document related to national secrets. If an outsider saw it, I couldn't let them live.

Emma: Reading something so important at this late hour?

Azel: Is there a problem?

Emma: Azel… has anyone ever told you you're bad at keeping secrets?

Azel: Never. If anyone dared to, they'd be thrown into a nightmare so torturous they'll never wake again.

Azel stood, effortlessly scooped me up in his arms and tossed me onto the bed.

I tried protesting that our conversation wasn't over, but before I knew it, I was swiftly wrapped in a blanket and completely immobilised.

Azel: Go to sleep. You will sleep right now. Immediately.

Emma: I'm wide awake.

Emma: … Maybe I'll fall asleep if you sing me a lullaby.

Azel: What age toddler are you?

Emma: There are adults who fall asleep to music too, you know?

Azel: … Why would a god bother to know the customs of mere human beings?

(If I say this, he'll definitely get annoyed and give up on making me sleep.)

(Then I can press him further about that book—)

Just as I was getting ready to interrogate him, Azel started singing with an awful facial expression.

The lyrics didn't sound like they belonged to any modern language, so I couldn't understand them, but his deep and calm voice sang so beautifully and soothingly it felt almost magical.

(I didn't think he'd actually sing. He's surprisingly good at it too.)

(… He looks really embarrassed… but this is exactly what makes him so…)

(Oh well. I guess I'll let him off the hook tonight because of this song.)

…

However, Azel's suspicious behaviour continued.

… To the point where I began to worry he might be dealing with a serious problem.

…

Emma: You're coming clean about everything today, Azel.

Azel was acting strange that day too, sneaking around in the hallway.

Determined not to let him slip away, I spread my arms wide and blocked his path.

Azel: What's this about…? "Come clean"? I haven't done anything.

Emma: That's a lie. You threw something out of the window the moment you saw me, didn't you?

Azel: It was trash.

Emma: Then I'll go pick it up.

Azel: No need.

Emma: …

Azel: …

(We're just going in circles at this rate.)

Emma: Azel—

At the same time I opened my mouth to put an end to this, Azel grabbed my hand and pushed me against the wall.

(!?)

With both my hands pinned, I was caught between Azel and the wall.

(… What's this all of a sudden?)

His mysterious eyes resembling a night sky full of stars gazed deep into mine.

His beautiful hair, shimmering dreamily under the sunlight, gently brushed against my cheek.

(He might be able to hear my heartbeat from this close…)

Azel: …

Emma: … Uhh…

Azel: …

Emma: Azel?

Azel: …

Emma: "Damn it… I pinned her against the wall without thinking, and now I have no idea how to explain myself."

Azel: That's not it. Stop doing that annoyingly accurate impersonation.

Emma: Yeowch!

After giving my cheek a hard pinch, Azel gently rested his forehead against mine and sighed.

Azel: It's just—…

[withered--s0uls]

Woke up to my cousin sending me this petition;

The tldr is that this petition is a request for the responsible authorities to look over a very extremely right wing party and hopefully ban them.

Even if you are not German, I'd appreciate you reblogging this to help it reach more people. I know the media's eyes are very focused on the USA for a dangerous and terrible government atm - and for good reason mind you! - But with the elections in Germany being next month & the AfD currently being the runner up party (we typically have 2 run the country together unless one gets absolute majority) to a conservative Christian party, Germany's future doesn't look too hot either.

A lot of the AfD program is DANGEROUSLY similar to the shit Trump is doing in the US. Including but not limited to:

Banning abortions unless it's rape or medical concerns (I know teen girls who had several pregnancy scares. This is BAD.)

Cooperating with Russia for business reasons, which in turn has a lot of their program take away accomidations from Ukrainian refugees

Wanting to kick Ukraine out of the EU & UN

Wanting Germany to leave the EU & stop using the Euro (returning to Deutsche Mark instead)

Removing SEVERAL rights for refugees & people with migration background

Cancel environment friendly energy projects & bring back deactivated reactors

And more!

So I would highly appreciate if people could share this so it reaches more German Citizens who can sign🙏

THANK YOU!

This is also a reminder to any Germans seeing this to PLEASE read the programs of parties, look at the surveys for estimated outcomes, and help us push another party into 2nd place.

All other parties claim to not want to cooperate with the AfD, but I'm not taking the risk. Furthermore when I ranted to my father about it, he pointed out that a huge factor in the Nazi party winning was a repetitive re-vote because nobody wanted to cooperate with them, until they eventually got the absolute majority. Multiple generations are in agreement that the AfD is essentially a Neo-Nazi party - Please don't let history repeat itself.

[stars-forever]

It's been an honor...

After some thinking, I have decided that due to some personal things, I will be taking a Writing Hiatus. I don't know how long it will be, but figuring my last one was for over two years, there is a pretty good chance this one will be a couple months at the least.

All my mutuals on Tumbler, and friends on Discord, it's been an honor writing and getting to know you guys. I thought I should tag all of you so that you guys, don't worry if I stop posting. The flash fests, sprints, collab works, tag games, posts, and everything else were amazing and I had so much fun with you guys! I wasn't planning on taking this break until this morning, a lot has happened and I really need a break. But I am still going to read your works, share them, and leave comments.

Some things that I would like to point out before I stop writing:

I will not leave Tumbler, so feel free to tag me in stuff! I might not post/reblog as much as I used to, but I will still try to get on. Please know that I have a lot of posts in my queue currently, so it'll take about a week for them all to be posted.

You can still message me here on Tumbler, or on Discord. I will still be checking both of those accounts. Though I might be a bit slower for Tumbler.

I will still be a beta for your works and will continue to help you with it. I am not stopping being a beta, I'm just stopping writing. I will be taking fewer beta roles, though.

I will still be a mod for @pjo-equinox-solstice-exchange, and will still write a gift fic for the spring exchange.

I am still going to run @character-a-character-b, and all the Tumbler blog and the events that go along with it.

I will be going through my inbox soon and responding to any message I have there.

I will not be posting any of my works on AO3. I might decide to edit some of them and make them available for viewing again, but I will not be posting any new ones.

I will not be deleting any of my works. The last time I took a hiatus, I didn't delete anything, and I'm not going to this time. Yes, some of my fics were moved to collections where they cannot be viewed at this time, I was editing them but didn't have a chance to finish them.

I will not be deleting any of the requests that people have asked me for. They are so good, and I would love to write them when I am happier with writing. I am not leaving any of the Discord servers or Tumblr Communities I am a part of.

My last work as of now will be for @rynrising44 Flash Fest for @character-a-character-b. I posted a couple days ago before I decided to take a break. It will still be released as part of the event.

You can still give me asks for the writer asks game. Even if I'm not writing fanfiction, I'm still writing a novel so I don't mind talking about it! You can find them here!

I will not be taking part in any events other than, @pjo-equinox-solstice-exchange. There are a couple of events that I would like to take part in later this year, but I'm not sure if I am not going to take part in them.

I will still be approving comments on AO3. So feel free to leave them on any of the works I have posted there.

If you have any questions about this, you can always reach out to me.

I'm going to take this time to focus on my studies and the novel I am co-writing. I am going to come back to writing fanfiction, I have been since for years, but for now, I just need a break. I hope everyone can understand and I look forward to when am ready to join all of you in writing about our favorite characters.

My wonderful mutuals: @deception-united, @hellsresidentfallenangel, @theneverwriter, @alchemicalwerewolf, @zestialdragon, @eclipsingbingo, @blackwood4stucky, @evadne01, @evilwriter37, @queenofsliferred, @endlesstwanted, @bisexualbiancatruther, @littlelilliana15, @nothankyou543, @wyked-ao3, @rynrising44, @freddy-eynsford-hills-cuck-chair, @piperslovebot, @starlight-write, @teine-mallaichte, @fallenangelics, @fallenangelicss, @hallsoffandom, @cssnder, @the-ellia-west, @lexywrite, @illarian-rambling, @fractured-shards, @lumpofsand, @exactlydelicateflower, @jamestsmirk, @sizzlingkingdomsheep989, @fandomsandfoxlore, @redlion8123, @randyzdz, @sincerelyrushwriter, @lillyrosenight, @deadpoolredhoodwintersoldiergirl, @aleheartilly, @hamsteriffic, @emmaspersonaldiary, @akemisalem, @wendydarlingfics, @urnumber1star, @thedragonchilde, @scarletbeast, @hozier-cried, @midnightwhispersinthemoonlight, @abdquffa9, @bizships, @anamateurhumanbeing, @subukunojess, @otaku-girl-ao3, @igottherapy, @peri-crone-al, @winter-doggo, @huskyblader, @dawnepiphany, @busyasabbey, @1attheedge, @iputhepinprincess, @lilac-hecox, and @melvinjr23!

I hopefully this will tag everyone.

[badolmen]

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[cleabellanov]

Jet-Skiing through Identity: a deep dive into Mobius M. Mobius (part 1) 🚤

The story started when you said hello.

Our first interaction with this character dates back almost three years now, on the 9th of June 2021. That was when the first episode of the Loki series was released.

So it goes: we see Mobius at the guiding side character, someone to follow in this vast new space the main character is suddenly thrown in. He is a calm, steady figure. However, his serious status as an analyst not cancelling a friendly character. The first ever shot in the series introduces Mobius under the sunlight. The following scenes show him speaking French to a little girl, proving a soothing behavior despite the tight situation they were in.

For someone who works at the TVA, he shows to be quite open minded. He, of course, has a very analytical mind - while still considerating he could think outside the box, whereas other of his colleagues wouldn't accept that a box exists. Even having studied variants, having a focus point is Loki, and knowing the danger it would bring to have to trust one, he still gives this variant a chance. More than that, he takes full responsability for it: when Ravonna says: "If anything goes sideways, it's on you" he responds with a relaxed "Okay".

The first impression Mobius leaves is, therefore, one of a relaxed, almost joyful one.

Although meant to be playful, his response to Loki's threat to "burn this place to the ground" with a flippant "I'll show you my office, you can start there" hints at a potential underlying dissatisfaction with his own situation within the TVA.

But that's not all, and when the easygoing dialogue doesn't work to get under Loki's skin (which couldn't have happened so easily anyway) we get to see where studying variants brought Mobius: to knowing how to manipulate through emotions, using the information at his hands. The only way to get Loki talking was to shatter the illusion he was maintaining, and Mobius knew that. Being able to see this variant for what they truly are proves his smartness, but "lack" of empathy. However, it is more of a block than a lack- for the sake of efficiency- as a consequence of not only working, but living your entire life in the TVA. As a consequence to this, great strenght is also required to keep your true nature instead of just letting it be erased by time and the utter dedication to the time keepers- the only beings allowed to tell right from wrong. Mobius proves that strenght too.

Then, in the second episode of the series, the frame narrows down: from the big scheme to a lower one. Now, a more comfortable theme seems to be growing in the atmosphere between these two characters. We can see Loki sitting with his feet on a desk, magazine in hand, having a small quarrel with Miss Minutes. This is when we find out that Mobius still has more to introduce about himself. There is something that gets him closer to the viewers: having a personal interest with no specific corrrelation with the rest of the story: jet skis.

Going on the first mission of finding the rogue Loki variant (Sylvie, as she is later called) Mobius doesn't let himself be fooled away by Loki's silver tongue, even if in attempt to give him the chance he brought him in for, he almost gets into his play. "You almost had me for a second. My ears are sharp too" Therefore, this character with a first impression of a calm guide and a comic relief isn't to be underestimated. Just because he believes in his cause (collaborating with Loki to fin his variant) it doesn't make him a fool. -> If you have to courage to believe in something impossible, you also have the strength to make it possible.

There is also a soft jelaousy in his character; and seen not only in his attitude towards Loki finding an ally in Sylvie. It's there when talking to Ravonna Renslayer about "other analysts", and the traces left by them in her office.

This might appear as a personal pride, when for Mobius, it is more like a fear: he's afraid of being abandoned or replaced. (Remember the "Who's gonna miss an old analyst with a heart of gold" from season 2?) This internalized feeling therefore translates to the jelaousy we see on screen (or the blocking of emotions once again, but we'll get to that later).

Ravonna's "I know you have a soft spot for broken things" reveales how this character always cared, maybe more than he should have. This desire to help Loki get better (spoiler: he succeeds) is rooted in his own heart, in need of the same care he is giving away. -> Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear.

It also grows quickly into something more, that strictly has to do with this variant, a sympathy that is not put into words, but is seen in actions.

He once again proves to be gentle with Loki, despite the latest mission not going the way he was supposed to. He's stubborn, still wanting to go his way even when there are so many others: safer, and that conform to the TVA. He wants to give Loki his daggers back (LOVE IS A DAGGER WHO?!?), clear proof that he is confident in what he is doing. While the potential consequences outweigh his previous actions , Mobius's determination stays the same.

The one unforeseen factor that disrupts his meticulously ordered plan is Loki's escape through the time door after Sylvie bombed the sacred timeline. For the first time, we see Mobius's cool crack, his frantic calls of "Loki!" echoing in vain.

[herrscherofmagic]

hey Genshin artists! i've got a tip for you!

TL;DR: In the current Fayz event in Genshin, on PC you can use the walking stance during time-freeze to "tick forward" time in tiny steps without cancelling the current animation. This can be really helpful for getting good reference photos with unique angles in each snapshot!

I'll be reblogging this post with a more detailed explanation and extra photos, but for this post I'm keeping it short and showing one set of images with instructions.

One note, though: you have to re-toggle walking after each time you "move". So the sequence is like this: Freeze time, take a photo, toggle walking, tap a movement key to unfreeze time, and repeat. You have to toggle walking each time you do this, because after each freeze/unfreeze, you're put back in the default running state.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 16

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: Back again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

You fall back on your elbow, your other hand entwined in Bucky’s hair. Your spine curves and your heels dig into the bed frame. You pant and pout around pathetic whimpers. The sensation coiling at the tip of his tongue has you frantic. 

You’ve never felt anything like this. Raw, rattling, almost ravenous. It’s both too much and not enough. Your nerves scatter and your skin tingles. Your arm collapses and you reach for him with both hands, clawing at his thick tresses. 

He brings your legs over his shoulders and drags you closer. He buries his face between your legs, the shirt crumpled up along your stomach. As you writhe and whine, his hand crawls up your torso. He slips his fingers between two of the buttons and covers your tit. He teases your nipple with his roughened fingers, adding to the storm brewing in your core. 

You tense as your breath traps in your chest. You buck suddenly as you unfurl. Your hips twitch on their own as you shove his head down instinctively and squeeze him between your thighs. You rock through the intense eruption of hot and cold. 

You sigh and squirm as he slows his tending, spreading his tongue wide and drag it up your folds. Your grasp falls away from him and you brace the bed as you heave. He lifts his head from between your legs, petting your thighs as you tilt your chin to see him. 

He licks his lips, his beard shining and wet. You gasp and try to sit up. He keeps hold of you as you babble. 

“Oh, gosh,” you realise how exposed you are. 

You reach down to cover your pussy and he nips at your hand with a snarl. You recoil and he presses a kiss to your tuft of hair. He winks as pulls away again. 

“That’s mine, baby,” he snarls. “All mine.” 

You squeak and prop yourself up on your elbows, your thighs clench again. You are overly aware of your body and his control over it. Even down on his knees, he has all the power over you. 

You look around, your mind foggy as the heat slowly dissipates. You try to sit up but can’t as he keeps you trapped. He purrs and nuzzles your pelvis again. 

“Bucky, I... I should go--” 

“Doll,” he rests his chin just below your stomach. “Aren’t you comin’ today?” 

“Coming... where?” 

“Aside from on my face?” He chuckles and you put a hand over your face to hide from him. 

“Don’t--” you squeal. 

“You taste sweet, baby,” he growls. “Like those strawberries you smell like.” 

“Please--” 

He sighs and flutters his fingers down your legs. He gently unhooks them and moves off his knees. He sits beside you and tuts as he tugs down the tails of the shirt. He keeps his hand on your pelvis. 

“You said you’d come meet Mrs. Rogers. She’s a nice lady. She’ll like a girl like you,” he drawls. 

You sit up and plant the heels of your hands in the mattress. You look up at him, “when... uh...” 

“He’ll want to be at it early.” 

“Oh, but... my mom. She won’t have seen me.” 

“Tell her you doubled back. Home after her, gone before her,” he caresses your cheek. “You gonna leave me high and dry?” 

“Well, uh, no, but...” 

“But you got your family and a big heart in that little body,” he tickles along your neck. “Well, doll, I don’t think you realise, I’m asking you to come meet my family. Steve and his ma, they always took care of me.” 

“Oh, well, uh, of course, I don’t want to... I just...” you look down at the sleep-wrinkled shirt. 

“Don’t you worry. I always get you something nice to wear, don’t I?” He purrs. “I take care of my baby, just like she takes care of me.” He curls his finger over the top button of the shirt. He tugs it away from your chest and peeks down it. You gasp but don’t stop him. “You wanna take care of me?” 

You bat your lashes in shock. After what he just did, it doesn’t feel right to say no. But you’re scared. The only time you ever saw a man like that, a whole lot of trouble happened after. That reminder makes you shudder. 

“You want me, don’t you, doll?” He asks. 

His tone makes your heart crack, just a little. How can you not want someone like him? You should, right? You should be grateful for every single thing he’s given you and he hasn’t asked too much, has he? 

“I do, Bucky... what—what do I do?” 

He grins and bites his lip, “wanna hop in the shower?” 

You nearly choke. The shower? That means... you’ll be naked. 

“Together?” You squeak. 

He laughs and angles his head with a smirk, “well, yeah.” 

Your mouth falls open. You’re speechless. You sit up and touch your cheeks as they scald. 

“Look, doll, I’ve been—I'm being patient. But you gotta give a little. Starting to feel a bit... like you hate me or something.” 

“No, that’s not it,” you reply sharply. “No, it’s just... you can’t laugh at me.” 

“I wasn’t laughing at you like a joke, baby.” 

“That’s not—when I... if I’m naked, you can’t...” 

“Laugh?” He blurts out. “Why would I laugh?” 

You nibble your lip, “because, er, because, I... I’m not... not a model or whatever. I got... I got... marks and stuff.” 

“Marks? Ah, doll, no one’s perfect. How many times I gotta tell you that I want you. Every part of you. Marks and stuff and all.” 

You look down and shrug. You want to believe him but there’s parts of yourself that not even you can accept. It’s a lot to ask of him. 

“Alright, I’ll go first,” he swings up to his feat easily. “Look--” 

He rips down his boxers and you nearly scream. His... thing bobs up, hard and rigid, and he puts his hands on his hips. He doesn’t really have anything to be ashamed of. His entire body is toned and perfect. 

“Sorry about him,” he looks down. “He won’t stop but he likes cute girls.” 

You giggle, out of embarrassment and genuine humour.  

“Well, er,” he exhales, “do I just stand here until I’m thoroughly humiliated or...” 

You hold your hand up. You can’t speak. You have to put all your focus into what you’re about to do. 

You push yourself off the bed and look him in the face. That lasts for a split second before your gaze falls to his chest. His perfectly buff chest. 

You pinch the top button of the shirt and unhook it. You quiver and do the next. Then the next. All the way to the bottom. You clasp the fabric and steel yourself. 

You strip off your sole layer of defense. You let the sleeves fall to your wrists and blanch. Before you can cover yourself, Bucky grabs your arms. 

“Don’t, doll. Let me have a look...” he breathes. “You’re perfect.” He brushes up your shoulders. “You get that? Everything about you, perfect. For me.” 

You try to smile but it’s brittle and shaky. You shiver and let the shirt drop to the floor. He slips a hand down your arm and takes yours. He tugs you with him. 

He takes you to the bathroom and draws you inside. He lets you go and reaches into the large shower to twist the faucet. You keep your eyes on the tile as you resist the urge to look at him. 

He nudges you in ahead of him. He pulls shut the transparent glass door behind him and traces his fingertips up your back. He turns you to him. You stumble and collide with his muscular stomach. He cradles your face and bends to kiss you. 

He crushes your lips, then your cheek, your forehead, and back around. He rains down on you like the hot water. Steam rises around you as his touch creeps down your throat. 

His hand stretches across your neck as he keeps you close. He smothers your mouth and his tongue invades. He growls into you as his thumb presses against your throat. You feel fragile in his grip. 

His other hand finds yours and he brings your palm to his stomach. He urges it down and angles it around his dick. You flinch as he closes your fingers around him. He doesn’t let you go. He backs you up against the wall and slides your grip up his length. 

He brings it back down as he detaches from your lips and rests his chin on your head. He puffs as he leads you up and down, from tip to base, shaking with each stroke. You press your other hand to his chest as he uses your touch. 

You stare at the rivulets of water dripping down his torso. You feel yourself getting slick at the reality of what you’re doing to him. He squeezes your throat until you can only get a wisp out. You latch onto his wrist and whimper. What is he doing? 

You’re terrified. If he squeezes any tighter, you won’t be able to breathe. He’s choking you and he didn’t even ask. 

He grunts and his hips jerk. Your eyes flick down as he quakes and ribbons of cum erupt from him, streaking down his length and your hand, a little up your arm, even a fleck on your stomach. You rasp in his grip as you struggle to draw in air. 

He slows your motion and ease his hold on you. His hand slips down to your chest and he fondles your naked tits. He drags his thumb down to wipe away the cum just beneath and he snarls. 

“Let me clean you up, doll.” 

You can do nothing. You still feel the weight of his grasp on your neck. You’re sure he just got carried away, that he didn’t mean to do that, but you feel as trapped in your own body as you did his grip. 

He moves you away from the wall. He grabs an ivory scrubby from a hook and uncaps the shower gel. He starts with your neck, spreading the lather to your chest. He pays careful attention then draws the curves of your sides and swirls around your stomach. You waver but don’t move. 

He gets to your toes and makes you turn around. He comes up your legs and jiggles your bum in his large hands before scrubbing it. He goes up your back as your skin speckles with goosebumps. 

He brings you to face him again and pushes the loofah into your hand. He lifts it and puts it along his neck. He steps even closer. 

“Your turn, baby,” he lets you go and pets your sides.  

You move your hand mechanically as he pets and prods you as you clean him. You work over his thick arms, his muscled chest and torso, watching how he tautens and breaths. You get to his pelvis and pause for just a moment. He’s twitching again. 

You wash him without thinking. He turns and you make quick work. As quick as you can. Then he lets you rinse off.  

“Doll?” He grits as he rinses, brushing his hands over his chest. “You okay?” 

You flinch, keeping from touching your throat, and nod. “Yes, Bucky, I’m... fine.” 

He sighs, “was that too much? Baby, I’m sorry. I just... needed you to touch me.” 

“No, it’s... it’s not,” you lie. “It’s only... my first time doing that.” 

“Mmm, I’ll slow down. Alright?” He comes closer and cups your chin. “You want me to do some more to you instead?” 

“Let’s just get ready,” you murmur. 

He lingers. His hand stays on your chin and your pulse tempos in your throat. Right there. He could do it again. 

“Not until you look at me,” he says. 

You do as he bids. You look at him and force the tension from your expression. You reach up and wiggle your fingers to hide the tremble in your hand. You touch his bearded cheek and make yourself smile. 

“Sorry, Bucky,” you stand on your toes. He bows and lets you kiss him. 

He pulls away and chuckles, “Sorry? For what? For being too sweet to resist?”  

Your hand drifts down his neck and falls away. You lower your lashes, “I just don’t want you to be unhappy with me.” 

“Never. As long as you’re with me, as long as you’re mine...” he rasps. “I’ll be the happiest man alive.” 

You turn your face away and let the water pour over you from the large shower head. It’s a welcome distraction from the anxiety boiling in your stomach. You didn’t believe him before. You didn’t listen to him. Everything he said over and over. It still seems so ostentatious, but you can’t deny what’s right there in front of you. 

He’s saying it and now you’re hearing it clearly. You’re hearing him and all the times he didn’t hear you say ‘no’. You really aren’t like the others. He isn’t going to let you go like the others before you. 

And unlike them, you don’t have the power to resist him. 

[minhosimthings]

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Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏🙏

Hello everyone, I am Karam Al Nabih from Gaza. All my dreams have been shattered now in Gaza. I am a software engineer in my last semester, but now my home, my dreams, and my university have been destroyed.

All my dreams have been destroyed 😞 I hope you share , support and donate

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Please don't skip helping me and my sick mother to rebuild our lives. Any donation, even a small one, will make a difference 🙏🙏

Donate even if it is 10 euros or 15 euros or more، The smallest donation makes a difference in my life

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Everyone, if you can, please so donate to Karam. And if you cannot do that, then make sure to reblog this post and also this one here 👇

[hardkinksideblog]

Does anyone know of an artist with a similar style and content to Gengoroh Tagame? I really enjoy his work, but I feel like I've read/watched everything several times and would love some recommendations.

[ichiro-artosaki]

Hello,I am Amira from gaza, 23 years old, and the breadwinner for my family after my father's death. My mother has a weak immune system and suffers from the widespread diseases. We were displaced to southern Gaza after the heavy shelling, and our home was completely destroyed🍉🍉. Now, we are living in tents for displaced people.

Please help us by donating or sharing the link to our donation campaign to escape this danger and return to a safe life. May God bless you and reward you 🙏🙏.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/amiras-story-between-hope-and-resilience-a-call-for-soli

Sincerely,

Amira

let's keep pushing this! they're inching closer to their goal!

https://gofund.me/403c4f69

[the-artist-of-chaos]

So! I got a little bored. And made a little month prompt thing I’d like to call…

BUGSNAX OC DECEMBER!

That’s right! This December, I have 31 prompts for any bugsnak ocs you wanna bring to spotlight! Multiple of your bugsnax ocs can participate!

More info under the line (contains spoilers for bugsnax, please play/complete the game!)

Day 1-10: get to know your oc! Let’s learn about your bugsnax oc!

Day 11-20: life on snaktooth. They’re on snaktooth island! Let’s see how they are!

Day 21-31: Scenarios! Cute random scenarios to draw your oc in!

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1. Draw your oc! Draw us your bugsnax oc(s)! Whats their name? What do they look like? Show us!

2. Favorite bugsnak(s). So, what’s your OC’s favorite bugsnax? They can have multiple!

3. Least favorite bugsnak(s). Similar to Day 2, but it’s the bugsnax that they aren’t so happy with.

4. Hobbies. What hobby/hobbies does your bugsnax oc like to do?

5. Favorite color(s). What’s their favorite color(s)? Draw your oc with that color/colors! If they have only 1 favorite color, use different shades of that color!

6. Favorite holiday. What’s their fav holiday? Christmas? Halloween? Easter? Let’s see!

7. Family? Do they have any family members? If so, draw them interacting!

8. Sexuality + Gender. Show us your OC’s sexuality and gender!

9. Biggest goal. They set foot on snaktooth for a reason, what’s the goal that they need help achieving?

10. Backstory. What was their life before they ended up on the silly island? Every story is different!

11. Favorite grump. Show your oc interacting with their favorite grumpus(es)!

12. Least favorite grump. Everyone has a least favorite grump. Show your oc interacting with them!

13. Simmering springs. Beach time! Let’s see what your Oc’s doing!

14. Frosted peak. From sand, to snow! What’s your oc doing here on that mountain?

15. Bosssnak. Show an interaction between your oc and one of the 5 boss-snaks of the island!

16. “Queen” of bugsnax. Imagine that instead of Lizbert, it’s your oc being turned into the main leader of this secretive island. What would they look like after this transformation?

17. Brokentooth. Your OC’s now on the isle of brokentooth! How are they doing there?

18. Combo meal. Draw your Oc hanging out with any variant of the bunger, fryder, and sodie!

19. Pet snak. So, your oc has a pet! An odd one for sure. Which lucky bugsnak has a new owner? What’s that pet’s name?

20. Sundae best. Draw your oc hanging out with a scoopy, banopper, and cheery!

21. Hot cocoa. The best drink to have during the winter is sweet hot cocoa! Draw your OC enjoying some!

22. Snowball fight. Snowball time! Draw a snowball fight between your oc and some other grumpuses! Who wins? Any teams?

23. Gift box. Your OC’s inside a gift box! What does the box look like? How does your OC feel about being a special gift for someone?

24. Stargazing. Doodle your OC and their love interest(s) (if they have one) stargazing in the night! If they don’t have a love interest, draw them with a friend or 2 instead!

25. Christmas. It’s Christmas baby! What’s your OC doing for the holidays? If they don’t celebrate Christmas, what are they celebrating instead?

26. Campfire. Nothings better than a warm fire during a cold time. Draw your oc at the campfire with the campfire gang! (Campfire gang = Filbo, wambus, Chandlo and shelda)

27. Cookies. Fresh cookies are perfect for a month like this! What kind of cookies is your OC making? Are they making them with anyone? Do the cookies come out well?

28. Cuddle. It’s definitely chilly during December, so a cuddle is nice! Draw your OC cuddling with their love interest(s)! If they don’t have a love interest, draw them cuddling with a plush!

29. Comfy clothes. Your oc is now wearing a set of nice, comfy clothes! What are they wearing?

30. Free day! Draw your Oc doing whatever!

31. NEW YEARS! Time for a new year baby! Draw your OC celebrating with their friends/family/loved ones!

If you’re participating, please use the tag I made! ( #Bugsnax Oc December ) I wanna see your wonderful art!

[thefrogdalorian]

Having of those moments where I wish to yeet the like button into the sun or maybe make it so there was setting you could turn on so that people can only reblog posts (even better with the minimum requirement of adding at least one tag)!!

It's kind of absurd that one of my fics is getting close to 500 notes while simultaneously being one I've had the least actual human interactions come from. Like...... come on, that's now how it should be AT ALL!

Don't get me wrong, I'm so thrilled people are clearly finding it and I guess enjoying it(??) but just having endless likes without people letting me know what they enjoyed about it or even if they liked it kind of makes me sad. That's not why I want to share my writing here!

I love having those little human connections with others. I don't ever want my writing to feel transactional. I would love to talk to more people about things I've written. It's truly one of the best feelings and I would hate to lose that, the more I write or the more notes my fics get. Please don't be shy!! I get the social anxiety, but there is no reason to be. I am truly just a Din Djarin obsessed loser.

Anyway, whine over. I don't want to focus on the negatives here and I appreciate every single person who has ever left a positive interaction with something I've written. You are truly a light!

[phuezo]

My Commission's info Nov' 22

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[anarchne]

Every day new massacres are committed against children and women

We are being subjected to genocide, and the entire world is silent and unmoving

I am writing to express my concern about the slow progress of our campaign and the lack of support in deploying it to achieve our goal. I ask everyone involved to help us save our family.

We live in very difficult circumstances

The daily suffering we experience is unimaginable to anyone, the difficult living conditions, constant anxiety and fear

Thank you for your interest in this issue.

https://gofund.me/345e1bc0

at the time of this post the GFM has raised: $2,591 / $48,000 CAD

please donate and/or share.

thank you for reaching out, israa. i am so sorry you and your loved ones are going through this. i completely validate your worry. i honestly don’t know what to say other than i won’t stop talking about the genocide you’re going through, others in my life have not and will not, and i will continue in attempting to boost traction by sharing your campaign. i have donated, and ask everyone reading this to either do the same or to reblog this post and your posts so it reaches people who can.

here is also some additional resources to help palestinians in general.