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[draconicfool]

local rat throws a starter call into the aether <3

[paulawithsharks]

"They turned me into a monster, Arthur. But my memories of him, they still pure"

[tigers-r-cool]

3 cheers for sleeping in your own bed fr

@disasterghaster

[plulp]

about 🦠

hi! my name is germ/pulp or whatever else you want to call me.

i am 20+ and i go by they/them or no pronouns :) either one is fine with me

since this is a (currently) dol blog, even if i dont (probably will some time soon) post any nsfw, i ask of you to PLEASE be 18+ before following or interacting with me. i may post about dark content, so please be wary before going through my blog.

also please have 18+/your age/adult or anything somewhere on your account! in a pinned post, a link in your bio, anything is good! but this blog does post and contain adult content, so if there isnt any indication youre an adult, i may softblock/block you.

i mainly post about degrees of lewdity as of right now! i may or may not post about other things if im interested, and my posts are very sporadic to where i may leave for months at a time. i hit artblock very very very frequently.

my asks are always open so feel free to ask me any questions or give any requests or just talk to me!

thank you very much for reading!!!! :)

[lured-into-wonderland]

((OOC: This one will be a bit shorter since there isn’t much for me to go off of interaction-wise, but this is for ‘Seth’ to Nunnally))

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Seth had continued to frequent the hole in the wall shop as per his usual habitual ways permitted, and he noticed that on occasion the young miss who had gifted him a treat a month ago would drop by from time to time.

Their schedules didn’t seem to line up much considering they’d only crossed paths again only a mere handful of times.

Though the shop advertised Valentine’s day for couples, it didn’t advertise much for White Day for reasons he could only fathom.

He’d spoken to the owner of the shop that the next time Nunnally came in, her order would be his treat, along with her choice of a dessert that the store had to offer. It wasn’t necessary to state that he was the one gifting her.

The owner would simply give her a message that: [A grateful patron had paid for your order in advance as thanks for last month]

It wasn’t very personable, but their relationship was essentially that, practically strangers. That said, Seth wasn’t one to not return favors or goodwill, so he chose to go about it in this roundabout manner.  

She liked that café. It wasn't one of these posh places that were popular among her friends, but it served one of the best coffee in the city. At least in Nunnally’s opinion. So, she was a frequent guest there. Sometimes she would just take a coffee to go, sometimes sit inside and read a book or sketch, and sometimes take a seat outside and watch people passing by. She had perhaps noticed Seth once or twice, but didn’t think about him too much. Sharing a coffee and something sweet with him on Valentine’s Day was more of an accident than a planned action; it didn't last long and she was quick to forget about it.

And there was Nunnally standing more than surprised when she was offered a free drink and a desert. As a thanks for last month…? What did it mean?

She stood there a bit puzzled; unsure if she was not mistaken for someone else. But that would be odd. She knew she stood out (not only in this particular place but also in general), always giving the vibes of not fitting there. Whatever that “there” was. In addition, the older lady, who was an owner of the place and had talked with Nunnally more than a few times was sure it was for her. Indeed, there were little chances Nunnally could have been mistaken for some other young woman.

She hesitantly accepted the coffee and chose yoghurt with fruit as her sweet treat; still wondering whom she should thank for this unexpected gift. And then she realized it! The double treat for the Valentine’s Day she shared with a lonely stranger. She laughed gently when she understood, and looked through the patrons to see if that man there. But he was not. Slightly disappointed, Nunnally started to wonder if he was a frequent guest here, but she didn’t ask. Perhaps he would not like her to pry. She had a small chat with the lady behind the counter as the café was almost empty at this time of a day, and then she chose a table far in the corner (but close to the window) and started to sketch something in her notebook.

When she was almost ready to leave, Nunnally noticed the door opening and someone entered the still empty café. Surprisingly enough that someone was the man that got her the treat. She was watching him from her place as he placed his order and sat by one of the tables. She chuckled gently, stood up and walked straight to the man: --

“May I join you?” – she asked taking a seat without waiting for his invitation or even giving him a chance to answer– “I guess it is my turn to say thank you to you.” – she laughed – “Perhaps it should become our custom to leave small treats for each other from time to time.” – she was not truly serious, but she was curious about him. Nunnally didn’t expect most of the people doing what he did.

“How did you know I am coming here? Do you perhaps also like the place?” – he must have seen her here at least a few times before (how otherwise would he know she'd be back?), so it was embarrassing that she didn't notice him. To cover for these feelings (or perhaps embarrassing herself even more) she opened her notebook and pushed it towards him: --

“I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?” – Nunnally said pointing to the drawing in her notebook depicting Seth himself – “I was trying to remember how you looked after getting the treat earlier today.” – she explained to make the situation less awkward. At least in her own eyes.

“By the way, my name is Nunnally. Do you feel like giving me yours?”  

@fangsofdestruction

[pfhwrittes]

sticking this here as a reminder to myself before i go to sleep to

a) go on the desktop site to create some kind of masterlist/more coherent structure for my blog because we know the search function is rubbish

b) come up with a tag for ftm!reader that isn’t just… ftm!reader

c) search out some more ftm!reader stuff in the cod fandom to read and reblog

d) update my intro post to something less basic

[queerwelsh]

Do please let me know if there are accounts I should be following! Queer Welsh (including Welsh-language) accounts especially but whatever accounts that may be relevant to what I share on here~

[asshuka]

@sakataai​ 10 years!!!!! Wow!!!!!!!!!!!

it’s kinda surreal like it’s one of those things you don’t expect to run for 10 whole years o__o

[maybeophe]

have to stop using the tags as my brain dump playground. i keep seeing reblogs of posts with my tags screenshotted and thinking "huh, this person gets it." and it's me the whole time.

[navybrat817]

Open Up

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You help Bucky feel better when he's in a mood.

Word Count: Over 1.8k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m. receiving), possessive behavior, dirty talk, slight jealousy, threat of violence (not against reader), slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: A Sinday treat inspired by this gif! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You found Bucky in one of the interrogation rooms. He had his leather jacket on, but didn't appear to be in a hurry to leave. Taking in his rigid posture from where he sat in his chair, you guessed it wasn't a good day. You wondered what happened or what exactly was bothering him. Considering he didn't look toward you, and he had to know it was you who walked through the door, you sensed that he wasn't in the mood to talk.

It didn't mean you couldn't try and make him feel better.

“Hey, Sarge,” you said, shutting the door behind you before you walked across the room. “Bad day?” You asked, stopping a few inches in front of him.

A pair of steel blue eyes snapped toward you and you couldn't suppress the shiver that rolled down your spine. It wasn't fair that he appeared so commanding when he was the one sitting in a chair and you were on your feet. “You could say that.”

“Anything I can do to help?” You asked with an almost innocent look in your eyes as he spread his massive thighs.

“Yeah,” he replied, gesturing to his crotch with his metal hand. “You can get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Your throat went dry as you looked in his lap, watching with growing interest as his thick fingers swiftly unbuckled his belt and pants. What if someone walked in? It was no secret that you and Bucky were together, but it didn't mean anyone should have to witness any of your endeavors. Then again, wasn't the thrill of getting caught part of the fun?

“Are you sure that's what you want? You could fuck my pussy,” you offered, your panties embarrassingly damp considering he hadn't touched you. If he asked you to, you’d ride him in that chair until his eyes rolled back.

The low chuckle he let out made your throat go dry. His laughter didn't fool you. He wasn't in the mood to play or tease. “If you want my cock in your cunt so badly, you better earn it by taking me in your fucking throat first,” he growled.

Your knees just about gave out, which gave you the perfect excuse to sink to the cool floor. “Will that make you feel better?” You asked as you crawled to him and slid your hands up his legs. Your cheeks flamed under his dark gaze. It was a thing of wonder to have his full attention. “Your big cock fucking my throat? Making me swallow every drop?”

“It’s a start,” he whispered, cupping your jaw with a tender touch. His thumb reached over to trace your lips, but pulled away before you could suck the digit into your waiting mouth. “Need that pretty pussy filled, too.”

You clenched, wishing he’d shove you on the back, push your legs apart, and drive his cock in so deep you'd scream. But you wouldn't get what you wanted if you didn't take care of him first. And having his dick in your mouth was something you craved, so you would enjoy it.

“Tell me you need it,” he ordered, his tongue wetting his bottom lip before his teeth dragged along it.

“I need it. Need you to fuck my throat,” you begged, unzipping his jeans and peeling them down with his underwear as far as you could. His thick cock bobbed free and you couldn't help licking your lips at the sight. You gripped the base and preened when he hardened more under your touch. “It’s so big. You can choke me with it if you want to.”

He groaned, heat curling in your gut when he rocked his hips up. “Look at you. So eager for it. Bet you'd rub your pussy against my boot if I told you to just to get a taste,” he rasped, making you whine. You’d love to leave a shine on his leather. “Everyone thinks you're a good agent and a good girl, but you’re my little cockslut.”

You pouted as you looked up at him. His blue eyes had gone black, the light shining over his head giving him the appearance of a dark angel. Beautiful, tortured, and heavenly. “I’m all of those things,” you said, licking from just above where your fingers held him to the tip. “I’m a good agent and a good girl. Your good girl.”

Because if there was anyone you wanted to be good for, it was Bucky Barnes.

“Fuck,” he grunted when your enclosed your lips around the head. The taste of him bloomed on your tongue, but it was just the beginning. He’d spill down your throat by the time you were done so the very essence of him lingered. “You are, doll. You’re so good and all mine,” he said, growling the last word.

You pulled off with a sweet smile, his praise bringing out your need to please him more. “And I’m very much your cockslut. So fuck my throat, Sarge,” you said, wasting no time swallowing him down.

“Your fucking mouth,” he groaned, bringing a hand to the back of your neck.

You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked in a breath through your nose as you relaxed your throat. As tempted as you were to reach between your legs and give yourself some relief, you rested your free hand on his thigh. The muscle twitched beneath it and he would feel it if you gave him the signal to stop. You never once had to.

You took him every single time.

He touched your jaw again, making sure your mouth stayed wide open around him. He forced you to take him in deeper, his hips thrusting up as you gagged. “That’s it. Suck it just like that,” he urged, making you moan around the thick length of him. “My good girl. Everything I need right here.”

Tears blurred your vision, but they quickly spilled over. He looked back at you with half-lidded eyes, your heart pounding at the sight. You knew you looked pretty stretched around him. And you knew he wanted to keep you.

“So beautiful on your knees,” he praised, his hands moving to grip each side of your head to control the pace. You whimpered when your hand fell away and nose brushed the curls at the base of his cock. His metal thumb wiped away a tear as he made you bob your head. “Take it, doll. I know it’s a lot, but you can take it. I know you can.”

Those weren't just words to stroke his ego or your own. It was a lot to take. Drool seeped from the corners of your mouth, adding to the mess from your tear tracks and running makeup. You were certain you looked ruined, which only made you more stunning in his eyes. Because he was the cause and effect. He broke you so beautifully and put every piece back in place while leaving a bit of himself behind as a reminder of who you belonged to.

“You're my girl,” he said in a deep voice, quickening his pace as your throat contracted around him. “Mine.”

“Yours.” The muffled reply made him growl. You reached up to cup his balls, still allowing him to keep the pace. He said he wanted to fuck your throat and you wouldn't stop him, but you wanted to make him feel good.

“My dirty girl on her knees. Bet the camera’s recording us right now,” he went on, your mouth pliant as he continued to thrust. You almost forgot about the surveillance. “Should swipe the footage. Make you sit on my cock while you watch how well you take it.”

You moaned, sending more vibrations through his cock as he groaned and panted. His rhythm almost faltered when you gently squeezed, feeling him twitch in your mouth and under your hand before you let go. He was so close, chasing his release. It was getting harder to breathe, your eyes stinging with tears again, but he was almost there.

You had to get him off.

The slight drag of your teeth did the trick. “Take it. Don't waste a fucking drop,” he grunted, his face twisting and keeping your head down as his release flooded your mouth. Glancing up at him as you did your best to swallow it all, he looked like such a pretty mess, too. Parted lips, warm cheeks, pupils blown with lust. He was just as ruined as you.

No one else had that kind of power over him.

You gasped and greedily inhaled when he pulled you off of him and slumped in the chair, catching his breath, too. He groaned when your tongue went out to catch another drop that dropped from the head of his cock. Your soaked panties from having him in your mouth didn't matter. He’d get you off soon enough.

As long as he was okay from whatever bothered him earlier, that was all you cared about.

“Fuck,” he sighed, pushing the chair back and joining you on your knees. He slotted his lips against yours as he pulled you close, leaving you breathless once again as his tongue explored your mouth. You carded your fingers through his short hair as he took what he needed, his stubble leaving a slight burn on your skin.

Another subtle reminder that you were his girl.

“Better, Sarge?” You asked once he finished, your voice raw. If he wanted to talk, you’d listen.

“Much better,” he promised, his next kiss sweet and tender. The earlier tension he held in his body had disappeared, which gave you some relief. “Thank you.”

“Good,” you smiled against his lips.

He closed his eyes, his nose touching yours. “I'm not a killer anymore.”

You raised an eyebrow. Those weren't the words you were expecting to hear. “I know,” you said.

“But I had to stay here,” he said, kissing over to your ear. “Because if I bumped into the agent who touched you earlier, I would've shattered every bone in his hand.”

“Bucky,” you breathed, your heart pounding when he pulled back to stare at you. Lust lit up his eyes again, but there was an underlying rage building as his nostrils flared. Was that why he was in a mood? Because an agent had touched your arm before you said you had a boyfriend? It was so meaningless in your eyes that you had forgotten about it.

But, fuck, if this slightly possessive side wasn't hot.

“You told him you were mine because you’re my good girl. Still pissed me off that he checked you out when you walked away. Still wanted to break his hand,” he snarled, laying you on your back. “And I know your voice is a little hoarse, but I need to make you scream my name. I want everyone nearby to know you’re my girl,” he said, his eyes on you as he pointed to the camera in the far left corner. “And anyone watching.”

So, that happened. Lovelies, you may go about your business. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[mechahero]

"Uh.... no thanks.."

❝ wow . . . you're pretty. you would look beautiful writhing in pain & crying in agony. ❞

[joelscruff]

joelscruff -> @pedropeach 🍑

so! this past little while has certainly been a dumpster fire of a situation! but if anything, something good that has come out of it is that this was the final push i needed to finally make a new blog.

i've been wanting to do this for a while; some of you may already know (because of the amount of times i've complained about it lmao) that joelscruff is and always has been a sideblog. when i first created it i hadn't used tumblr in years and wasn't anticipating using it very much again, so instead of just making an entirely new blog i decided to just make a sideblog attached to my very old (and unused) main. but obviously once i realized there was a whole ass community on here for pedro and pedro character fic, i ended up sticking around and - as a result - being stuck as a sideblog.

unfortunately being a sideblog on tumblr is extremely limiting. i can't follow from this blog, send asks, or even like posts. it was only very recently that sideblogs were even able to reply to posts. it's always been extremely frustrating and for the longest time i've toyed with the idea of just making a new blog so i wouldn't have to deal with the sideblog limitations anymore. but of course i was hesitant because making such a big change and leaving behind what i've done on this blog is a difficult decision to make.

however, after the shit that's gone on the past week, how it's affected me, seeing how it's affected the people closest to me, and witnessing the love and kindness from others because of it - a fresh start just sounded like a really good idea. the fact that i am no longer limited by tumblr's sideblog rules is incredibly freeing and, frankly, all of this stuff has just left an extremely bad taste in my mouth and has left joelscruff feeling like a shell of sorts that i'd like to leave behind.

so, you can now find me at @pedropeach

it's bittersweet to leave this blog behind, but i will be keeping it up as an archive - none of my fics will be deleted. at this time i don't see myself reposting them to the new blog, nor do i see myself posting any fic for a little while in general. however, when i do decide to start posting fic again, my current series will continue to be updated over there as well as on my ao3.

so yeah! whether you want to follow the new blog is up to you! if you decide to say goodbye or stick around, i appreciate you and the time we spent together on this blog all the same. it was truly an incredible experience and i will cherish it forever. i love you 💖

[hinaypod]

Planning to host a week called #BIPOCtober where we celebrate BIPOC audio dramas!

More info soon, but if you're a BIPOC led or BIPOC majority audio drama that we can spotlight for that week, feel free to drop your titles and @ in the replies or reblogs.

Inspiration taken from @podcastgirlsweek ! The tag will be used for posts, fanart, fanfic, etc, of your favourite BIPOC characters or audio dramas. We'll use it to hype BIPOC audio dramas that don't get as much attention and traction as their White counterparts.

Cheers!

P.S. will likely make a sideblog specifically for this! Will link it when ready.

[toxicanonymity]

For context, a tumblr account has been posting anon hate for the past week or so, mostly toward writers. A parasocial hater of mine discovered the account and has been going to town. I posted this after they invoked Israel as an analogy. Yes really.

Obviously I am disgusted by what I just read, and floored that anyone would post such a deranged analogy in the interest of stirring up fandom drama. I'm very sorry to everyone who has been attacked and everyone who has witnessed all this. Others have posted about the situation as a whole, and I'm not sure what I could add. But I want you to know many of these "confessions" are from one individual who has been fixated on me (and probably others) for weeks if not months. I already had the following in my drafts:

warning: please don't read this if you're sensitive to hate or could be triggered by the trivialization of real abuse. (edit: they went on to trivialize genocide too but they'll pretend to be different people). there's also a really gross anatomical reference.

the screenshots are all after I blocked them.

I normally don't address things like this, but that's because I'm trying to keep it off your dash and off my blog (for several reasons including not wanting to give the hate a larger audience for their message). Normally I block/delete. But thanks to a blog dedicated to posting anon hate, some of this is already on the dash, and I thought some additional context could be illuminating.

a couple weeks ago, this person chimed in on my non-fandom post, and their comment made me uncomfortable. I checked to see if they followed me and they didn't, plus their blog tagline was antagonistic. I was confident they weren't being earnest. I replied, pointing out my issue with their comment and asking them to keep their thoughts to themselves rather than coming at me from a sideblog. I thought they must have followed me from a main account since they somehow found an untagged, unreblogged post without following me. But I now realize they were simply hate checking my blog.

(Blocked the burner too)

They were saying this last bit preemptively - I've never talked about stalkers here. I didn't include all their anons, just enough to show they clearly out themselves as being the same person. In other "confessions," they make repeated references to a former fandom writer they idolize (not me) who they also posted about on their blog.

I won't be dropping this creep's url in this post, but I had never heard of them. This week they have repeatedly changed their url, display name, and blog appearance. Their writing is recognizable and I believe they are responsible for the unhinged asks preceding katy's departure from tumblr. They also made a rude comment on her post.

This may only aggravate them. I expect them to hurl any lies and accusations they can think of toward me. They will act like they're laughing and amused, too. You may recognize their tone. I want to trust this fandom not to believe and repeat anything they hear, but unfortunately my experience in this fandom leaves me pessimistic.

I can only hope people use common sense at this point.

Note - I know I'm normally really private about everything, but you're welcome to share this. Their lies are already out there anyway. Also feel free to DM me and I will tell you what you want to know.

Update: the anon-hate account referred to above has deactivated. It was named pedgeconfessions. It wasn't the first to pop up this summer and may not be the last.

[hprewetts]

Name(real or alias): My name is Rose but you can call me Kore too :)

Age: 20 !!!

Country you live in: I'm from Spain :)

Fandoms: Right now Harry Potter/marauders mostly, but i'm also into DC, Tokyo Revengers, Percy Jackson, Kimetsu no yaiba etc !!!

Why are you on tumblr (writer reader or both): I was hoping to write drabble requests and read what everyone is cooking up, so both !!!

Favourite thing about yourself: Hmmm, i'm a very passionate person? I just love things very deeply, I'm also very creative and curious by nature :)

Something you think you are known for: All my friends know me as the king of canon x oc, haha

Who are you in a friend group: The guy that's never in the groupchat, i'm a hermit !!!

Who do you love the most?: I guess my twin brother🤔

What brought you to tumblr in the first place: i've been here for a while now, pretty much moved on because i was discontent with other online communities (twitter, not even gonna mention tiktok) I think tumblr is rlly special bc so many people here love creating and cherishing community :)

Is there something you regret doing?: nothing comes to mind rn :o

Top five songs: i have a lot of them i think, but i listen to mitski and fiona apple very often, as well as a lot of jpop. The nier replicant soundtrack is one of my faves to listen to !

If you could go anywhere where would you go?: to the beach :^)

What is your hobby?: i love reading and writing, and also draw sometimes !!!

Any tv shows you are watching?: i guess bob's burgers 🤔

What movie did you last watch?: I started watching poa but never finished it 🥸

Last thing you read (book, fanfic, etc): a jason todd fic i absolutely adore :) i was so happy to see it had gotten updated (of things red and undead on ao3 by bat_brat :)

Last text message you got/Last text message you sent: Im gonna skip these ones bc they are a little too personal, no hard feelings

Any pets?: I have a cat called Marcy :^) she is my world

Tagging: whoever wants to do this is free to !!! Even if we arent mutuals ^__^

I love my moots but I’m always scared of being annoying so I don’t interact as much as I want to. Feel free to answer and then tag someone you want to get to know. I’m doing this because I want y’all to know I see you and love you but I also want to get to know you!! But if you are like nah girl I don’t want to interact with you please ignore ☺️

Name(real or alias):

Age:

Country you live in:

Fandoms:

Why are you on tumblr(writer or reader or both):

Favorite thing about yourself:

Something you think you are known for:

Who are you in a friend group(partier, mom, talkative, etc):

Who do you love the most:

What brought you to tumblr in the first place:

Is there something you regret doing:

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If you could go anywhere where would you go:

What is your hobby:

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If you don’t want to do this I really don’t mind but just know that I love you dearly and not doing it will not change that 💕💕

@beastofbrden @goob0o @leguink @reysdriver @beachylupin @mortensharket @thewulf @pretty-little-candid-blurbs @mooniethesimp31 @dwindlinghaze @callsignwidow @desikudisworld @whatsmymeme @marvel-98s-blog @leahs-existentialcrisis @hyperfixationgirl @omgrachwrites @kmc1989 @band--psycho @magicmadnes @jessmaybank @my-beloved-fandoms @xcastawayherosx @hamptonsgirly @olives-and-sunshine @tiny-bird-of-sunshine @kquil @ughgclden @liseenle @fieldofsecretss @abridgertonfantasy @pappydaddy @adventuresinobx @e-munson666 @jadeylovesmarvelxo @sub-text @maddipoof @whoahoney @purple-storm @punk-in-docs @myobmaya @lolahasmoxie @ashes-and-inks @starkeyba3 @theroseunblown @sllooney @oceanblueeyesoul @claryfrayed @remusslove @duruxoxo

[buddiedrabbles]

calling all buddie writers

every thursday, two prompts will be posted. if you are feeling inspired, share a drabble and tag us so we can reblog it

you can both prompts (in the same drabble or separately) but you don’t have to!!

feel free to submit a prompt and it will be added to the list 🫡 it can be dialogue, a trope or anything (with exception to topics that could be triggering)

there is no min/max word count and feel free to do this whenever inspiration strikes, even months later. you can post your writing on ao3 too and include them in a series. there's not really any rules, these are just prompts that we hope will inspire you

this is meant for buddie but if you wanna do another ship, go ahead. it won't be reblogged here though

nsfw welcome!! they will be tagged with #mature/explicit

if you'd like to be tagged when a new prompt is posted, reply to this post! make sure you're on the right blog if it's a sideblog