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[thedevilsoftruth]

ur so right about buckys tit obsession, but what about bucky coming home and immediately nuzzling into your boobs? like he’s so exhausted he just needs a play, his only exception of a pillow is ur tits.

Ouuuugh yeeessss anon, you get it!!!! Speaking my language, right there.

Now get this...

When he gets home, he only makes his presence known by slamming the door and hanging his keys up. He doesn't shout your name, doesn't need to when you're already right there for him in the kitchen.

"Hi baby." You greet him cheerfully from your spot in the kitchen where you're washing dishes. You're wearing that fucking wrap dress that he always wants to absolutely ruin you in. He doesn't say anything, just creeps up behind you, and puts his gloves flesh hand on your waist, his metal one traces up your thing. The sensation startles you for a moment, but you soon enough ease into his touch.

"Tough day?" You ask, setting the glass plate down into the sink and washing off the soap on your hands with the water. Bucky grumbles from behind you like the thought personally offended him. As you're drying off your hands, he spins you around so you're facing him, and he crowds you against the marble sink. His mouth is on yours in seconds, barley giving you any time to react. He's pushing you against the counter with a metal hand squeezing your stomach; it's usually something he does when he's especially feeling dominate.

"Are we--here?" You try to inquire, but your husband is too busy kissing down the collum of your neck while his hands desperately scramble for the clip holding the otherwise VERY open top of your dress. He unclips it, and your breasts bounce when he does. And when he sees it? He's losing his goddamn mind. You don't have a bra on. Of-fucking-course you don't have a fucking bra on.

"No bra?" He asks, as if the answer wasn't directly In front of him. You stammer.

"I wanted to be comfy?" You answer, but the words come off more like a question. Bucky just stares at you. The both of you look at eachother for several silent seconds before his hands are on you again, and he lifted you up by your plump thighs and throws you over his shoulder.

"Bucky!!"

He spanks you. You yelp.

"I don't wanna hear your fucking mouth for the next hour." He grumbled as he carried you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. You squirm.

"Hour!? But the food--"

Spank!

"Baby, I love you." He begins, kicking the door open and then slamming you down onto your bed. You blink, your mind spinning from how quickly he was moving. "And I love your cooking," his hands move to his belt. "But seriously, fuck the food. I have my meal right in front of me."

Your breath hitches and you scoot back into the headboard, almost instinctively trying to run away from him. He notices and grabs your ankle, pulling you down onto the edge of the bed. He then crawls up your body with a growl that makes your thighs clench. His hands reach out for the cups of your dress, and he pulls them down, making your tits bounce free. You hold your breath as his big hands cup them into his palms.

"These little things?" He leans down, nuzzling your face between them as he kisses your sternum. "Are better than any fucking casserole you could make for me." His head shakes between your breasts, and your breath hitches as your back immediately arches into him. Hes been exhausted all day. He woke up with too many body aches to count, went to training with a pulled muscle, had to deal with everyone's bullshit for 13 hours. And now he was home. With his wife. With his girl. You bet your ass that you are not getting up from that bed for the rest of the night. Not when he's already palming his dick through his pants like it's his only purpose.

"Lay down." He says. You obey eagerly. He lifts his shirt above his head and discards it before he falls back onto the bed. He lifts your legs and harshly scoots your body closer to his, forcefully opening your legs around his thick waist. He then braces his arms by the sides of your head, his dog tags fall against your stomach as he lowers his head back down to your breasts. His greedy lips takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his full, thick beard scratching your skin as he feeds on you.

"Look at you, laying there so pretty for me in your little dress." He moans, his tongue flicking up your tiny bud. "Gonna fucking ruin you."

[jaytipede]

... JJ's introduction! ── ✎ᝰ.

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Hello! My name is JJ! I'm fairly new to using Tumblr so apologies for any weird mistakes LOL. You probably know me from either TikTok or Instagram as the girl with the characters named Cookie and Jasper. If not, welcome! Let me introduce myself!

Once again, my name is Jay or JJ! My pronouns are she/her. If it isn't obvious by now, I am an artist and I love to draw and write stories! It is my number one hobby. The project I am currently working on (and will be for a long while) is titled "How the Cookie Crumbles." I am a very secretive person on the internet, so there is not much I can think of to put in my introduction! If you can't tell, I am a very bright person and I love cuteness... which is ironic, considering my story-telling is the total opposite. Speaking of...

⚠︎ TRIGGER WARNINGS! ⚠ ←

If you're new around here, my story-telling contains incredibly heavy discussions that are not for the faint of heart! The story's theme centers around different forms of grooming, hoping to shed light on various types of abuse, SA, etc. If you are sensitive to these subjects, I don't recommend following! While there is more to it than just that, those are the central themes. My goal is to represent these topics as tastefully as I possibly can, I can assure you that I always have the best intentions! I am incredibly open to criticism when it comes to representing things tastefully (and generally speaking) so feel free to criticize the morality if needed! I will always do my best to listen to others concerns.

BOUNDARIES! ←

On the topic of criticism, please do not criticize my art unless asked! While I never want to do something morally incorrect, my art style, designs, etc. are not as serious. You will know if I want criticism, as I usually speak very literally!

Fanart of any kind is okay, as long as it is in good faith and NO NSFW, please!

Feel free to send me as many asks as you want! I may not be on top of them 24/7 but I will try my best to get to them!

I am okay with DMs, but please remember, strangers: a response does not automatically mean we are friends! Do not behave in a parasocial manner towards me! You may think you know me, but I do not know you! Always keep that in mind!

If you are unsure of a boundary I may or may not have... please ask! I have a very open-mind and will never judge anything harmless!

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Homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, islamophobic, etc.

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Anyways...

Yeah! That's all I can think of, currently. I hope my story can help you feel a little less alone in the world!

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[maidragoste]

Modern Cregan × reader (she/her) uni vibes ?

Cregan Stark x Reader

Hi anon, first, thank you so much for your request. Second, I hope you don't mind if I use your request to write to ex-husband! Cregan and the reader when they were in the college

I hope you all enjoy it. If you like it, please don't hesitate to leave a like, comment, and reblog. The comments and interactions always motivate me to continue writing 🥰🥰💖💖

If you have any ideas, questions or headcanons you want to share, my inbox is always open 🤗💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

I hope you have a good reading!

Cregan Stark is the most patient and loving man you've ever met. You never imagined that the boy who had asked you for help during Valyrian classes would end up being your boyfriend. The truth is, having a boyfriend wasn't in your plans because your father only wanted you to focus on college, and a boy meant distractions. But Cregan wasn't a distraction; he was your partner and your supporter. When you had to practice for a presentation, he was always willing to listen and give you tips. When there was something you didn't understand about an author, he would take the time to read it or look it up and explain it to you. And when you were too tired to cook after studying all day, he had no problem taking over.

But exam week was over, so the two of you were free to go out and have some fun. You two accepted Jacaerys's invitation to go see him play at a club. You spent most of the night dancing and drinking. You drank too much because it was impossible for you to walk straight alone, so Cregan guided you with his hands on your back so that you could enter his apartment without crashing into anything. He led you to his room and sat you down on the bed. He then patiently helped you undress and put on the pajamas he'd kept there for the nights you stayed over.

Cregan left you alone for a moment, only to return with a glass of water. He forced you to drink it while he went to the bathroom to get the makeup remover and cotton.

“I drank it all, so now I want my reward,” you demanded when he returned. Cregan laughed before kissing you. The moment he felt you deepen the kiss, you began to tug at the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. He pulled away.

“Miss, I won’t do anything to you in this state,” he said, and you pouted but didn’t insist. You were grateful to have him. “Now let me take off your makeup so you can go to sleep.��� He kissed your forehead, making you smile.

And so you ended up sitting cross-legged with Cregan sitting opposite you while he delicately rubbed the makeup remover over your face.

“I could marry you,” you said without thinking, making Cregan’s heart race.

“I can’t wait for that day,” he confessed with a smile and soft eyes, making you feel warm. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you declared with shining eyes and gave him a small kiss.

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[wxwoodweek]

Hello! It’s here, for the fourth year in a row: 

2025’s Wxwood Week will actually be two weeks: May 18th to May 31st!

But this time, we decided to do things slightly differently. Instead of a just a few people selecting the themes, we let our lovely community over on Discord suggest and pick the themes for this year's event, as well as voting to have a double week! (By the way,  if you wish to see more Wxwood year-round, go check out our server! 👀)

Speaking of themes... Here they are!

How this works:

If you decide to do all 7 main prompts in the suggested order, you could spend two days on each prompt pair! And you could choose one of the two themes, or combine the two themes, or do a separate piece for each theme. Fanart and fanfiction are both welcome.

However, don’t feel pressured to do all the prompts, or in this specific order! Additionally, you can take more than two weeks, if that’s best for you. Wxwood week submissions will still be reblogged to this sideblog until the end of June; the only difference is that this might take longer to be done than in May. 

Also, here are some bonus prompt pairs, an idea inspired by @starving-mimi’s Maxwil week. (This has been done with their consent, of course!) The bonus prompts can be done instead of any main prompts that you might be stumped on or less inspired for! Or, if you really want to, you could even do all 11 pairs- 

To participate, you can either post here on Tumblr, or in our Wxwood discord server, or both!

If you post on Tumblr, be sure to either @ this blog, or tag your work #wxwood week 2025

If you post on Discord, you can do so in wxwood-art-channel (for visual art), or fanfiction-masterpost (for writing), or the events channel (for either) with a mention of which theme/s you used! 

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No one’s stopping you from doing it, but it probably won’t be reblogged to here, unless it’s just mildly suggestive. Gore and some other intense content is allowed on both this sideblog and the discord, as long as it isn’t bigoted or otherwise extreme. Please include trigger warnings! Also, on tumblr, you should use content labels (or put the work under a read more), while on discord, you should spoiler the work. Overly suggestive content isn’t allowed in the server.

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We look forward to seeing what you’ll all come up with!

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[lolab4t]

off duty - part two | 18+

MINORS DNI

ᝰ.ᐟ this is part two of off duty! the first part didn't include smut, but this one does, so please keep that in mind.

pairing: avenger!bucky barnes x fem!avenger!younger!reader summary: days after the tipsy night on the couch, you're left wondering what it meant... especially with bucky acting infuriatingly normal. the tension leads to a steamy exchange between the two, where bucky seems to let go of his gentleman manners for a bit. word count: 8.2k warning(s): 18+ explicit content warning, smut, mature themes, light swearing, some power dynamics, alcohol consumption/intoxication (references to past use), fluff, use of nicknames, age gap, mutual confusion a/n: if you saw the original part two before i deleted it... no u didn't :) i was so shocked by the love of the first part and was super unprepared to make a second, so i made a few indecisive choice lol. i really hope you enjoy :) and if you do, please feel free to like, comment, or reblog! <3 also, requests are open!

a few days had passed since that night on the sofa. it was almost as if it had never happened. you were spiraling, wondering if you had imagined it during your drunken haze. you kept replaying that night on the couch, unsure if it was real or some alcohol-fueled fantasy. the only confirmation? the team’s constant teasing.

but bucky? that asshole was silent as ever.

bucky never reacted. he simply ignored the comments. even when the group had found you on the couch and battered you with questions, his expression remained neutral, as if he had no reason to feel awkward. the amount of comments made by tony that he just brushed off was impressive. you, on the other hand, were a flustered, hungover mess.

not to mention you hadn’t really talked to bucky much since then.

well, you had… technically. a few "good mornings," maybe a nod across the gym… nothing that really counted. nothing that explained any of the tension. maybe he was just being friendly, and you misread it. but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different in the way he acted around you. he started sitting closer during movie nights… he'd taunt you and give you a playful smirk every time you so much as tripped on a training mat. it was such a stark difference to how he treated you before that night. he was treating you like a friend, which made you consider whether you wanted him to treat you as something more or not. whether you wanted his hands on you again…

now, you found yourself still in your gear after a mission, standing in front of your mirror. you had been struggling with the straps of your vest, too exhausted to deal with any of it. the fabric was tight, and the clasps just wouldn’t come undone.

you hadn’t even realized bucky was standing in the doorway, watching you, until he stood in front of you.

he likely had heard your grunts of frustration and came to check on you. perfect asshole.

"having trouble?" he gently started removing the straps, helping you out of your gear slowly.

was he doing this on purpose? could he not tell how your breathing became more shallow when he did shit like that? maybe he was torturing you.

"why do you always seem to be helping me out of clothing?" you asked, not realizing how dirty-minded it actually sounded until he snickered, causing your face to go red.

god… he's so hot when he makes that smug ass face.

"you know what i mean—" you rushed to clarify, but he was already smirking.

"you mean those pretty little heels from the other night?" he chuckled, putting your gear away. he turned back to you, closing the distance a little, "you remember that?"

so, you hadn't imagined it. it had actually happened. all this time, he had thought you didn’t remember… you felt a little relieved.

how could you NOT remember? you couldn't look at him all week without feeling yourself get hot.

the adrenaline from his closeness caused your head to swim a bit, "of course i do, 'doll.' i was tipsy, not blackout drunk," you smirked, meeting his gaze, refusing to look away.

bucky grinned, watching you with an amused expression.

"really? you could've fooled me. i thought you forgot the whole thing, or were pretending to."

"what's that supposed to mean?" you narrowed your eyes, still smiling subtly.

you would've never wanted to forget it.

he hummed, "i dunno. you've just been acting kind of distant since that night. you're a little young. thought i might've went too far."

went too far? hell, he didn't go far enough.

you scoffed playfully, tilting your head, "you scared of me or something, old man?"

you didn't think your next words through, unable to stop yourself from just saying what you were thinking, "you didn't go far enough…" your voice came out as a whisper.

you could see that cocky look in his eyes start to break. he bit his lip, shaking his head, "you're killing me, doll. here i am trying to be a gentleman…"

his smirk returned as he stepped closer, "unless you'd like me to stop trying."

all you had to do was give him a nod before his lips smashed onto yours.

the kiss was heated and rough. his hands were roaming all over your body, your fingers tangling into his hair.

he groaned into your mouth, one hand gripping your hip while the other wrapped around the back of your neck like he’d been dying to do this for weeks.

"this what you wanted, doll?" he murmured against your lips. you could feel the smirk.

"i want more," you breathed, gripping onto his shoulders.

his metal hand slid beneath your combat gear top, fingers tracing up your spine. cool against the heat of your skin. his touch was teasing. almost maddeningly slow.

"you sure you can handle more, sweetheart?" he whispered into your neck, lips brushing skin with every word. "you're already shaking."

you were. damn it. the adrenaline rush was affecting you physically.

"shut up," you muttered, trying to push at his chest — not really meaning it. “asshole.”

“that’s more like it,” he grinned. “that’s my girl.”

my girl.

your breath caught.

he noticed. of course he did. you could practically feel his cocky smirk against your neck.

bucky pulled back just enough to look at you again, eyes flicking across your face. you could see the restraint in his eyes… like he was holding himself back, waiting for a sign.

so you gave him one.

one hand slid under his shirt, palms grazing the lines of his abs. your other hand fiddled with his belt. you leaned in, kissed him slow, more deliberate this time. no rush. no panic. just want. desire.

he responded instantly, like he’d been waiting for this since that night on the sofa. his hands gripped your waist, walking you backward until your shoulder blades hit the nearest wall.

“tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips, voice ragged.

you didn’t. obviously.

instead, you dragged his shirt up over his head. that vibranium arm came to rest on the wall beside your head, bracing him, and you, as he pressed closer. the cool of the metal contrasted with the heat of his body, and it made you shiver.

he smiled against your jaw. “still shaking.”

"still an asshole." you snapped back, slightly breathless.

his hand traveled under your top again, “you’re not wearing anything under this,” he muttered, almost like he was scolding himself. “young people these days…” he joked, grinning again.

“then don’t waste time,” you said breathlessly, tugging at his belt.

that did it.

sloppy make out. hands everywhere. your shirt joined his on the floor.

he guided you to the bed, carefully, like he was still asking permission with every step. even in the heat of it, he was gentle. attentive. like if he didn’t handle you right, you’d vanish. still a perfect gentleman.

once there, he wasted no time. he helped you out of your pants, pulling your panties off with them. hovering above you, he moved down, closer to where you needed him most.

“you’re beautiful,” he murmured into your inner thighs, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“bucky—” you breathed, fingers tangling in his hair again as you felt his tongue on your clit.

the way he moved was practiced, but not detached. it was about you. every reaction he pulled from you only made him more desperate, more focused. it wasn’t long before your voice was breaking on his name, back arching off the mattress as he took you apart with nothing but his mouth.

when he finally came up for air, pupils blown, lips swollen, hair messy from your fingers… he simply smirked.

god... he was killing you.

“still want more?”

you nodded, dazed. “god, yes.”

he crawled back over you, leaving a trail of gentle kisses on your skin in his wake.

and when he finally sank into you — need seemed to claw through the both of you, hot and impatient.

not rushed, but there was urgency.

it built slowly until you were unraveling in his arms, and he followed with a groan against your throat.

he held onto you like he had done on the couch that night. when you had fallen asleep in his arms.

for a while, you just lay there, both letting out laughs of disbelief.

"guess chivalry is dead," you joked, flashing him a mischievous smile.

"oh, really?" he gave you an amused grin. "i tried to be a gentleman. you told me to stop trying."

thanks so much for reading <3 requests are open!

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi! you have likely answered similar questions before (and if you have feel free to just link to those posts if you don't wanna answer again) but my boyfriend (cis man) and i (trans person with a vagina and bottom growth (been on t for 8 months)) have been having some issues with our sex life and had a really good conversation about it recently, but i don't feel like the conversation really did everything i wanted it to.

our relationship started out like "fwb lite"? because i had just started college and wanted to start exploring sexually but i wasn't ready to do a lot of things because of past trauma and stuff, so we hung out a lot and like kissed and kinda groped eachother in private lol. by the time i was ready to try out penetrative stuff i got on birth control and he started taking antidepressants for the first time. initially that was fine, he just couldn't cum bc antidepressants. and then his sex drive starts to flag a little, which was expected.

my 19th birthday happens and he takes me out on a really sweet romantic date (my first date ever!) and we have a great time and start to talk a little about "what are we". a couple months later we start "officially" dating and he becomes a lot more affectionate because he's not worried about mixed signals anymore and its great. his sex drive continues to slow down and i understand because of his meds (i have also been on antidepressants for a long time)

several months of him continually not being interested in sex go by, i continue to make sure he understands that its ok for him to not want to have sex and that i don't want to pressure him to do anything. i start to get pretty frustrated though, because i have a very high sex drive and i love him very much and i like having sex with him, but almost every time i initiate he isn't interested and he initiates maybe 2 or 3 times in the span of 4ish months.

a couple weeks ago i initiate again and he agrees and so i start slowly but he feels uncomfortable so we stop. i ask him if we can talk about what's going on and we finally do and im really relieved! i wanted to talk about it for a while but i didn't want to press him too hard because he's been dealing with a lot so i wanted to just be as supportive as i can. he explains that sex just hasn't been really interesting to him lately and that its just a lot of work, but he doesn't like not being in an active role because its hard for him to stay in the right headspace if he's not doing anything. obviously thats all understandable and im glad he shared that with me.

i try to explain my side of the experience without complaining about a lack of sex and i talk about how i wish he had told me that he doesn't like when im doing everything because that was my attempt to get him more into it when we have sex. i talk about how having sex with him is both something i like doing because it feels good and also because it's a very emotional and vulnerable experience for me. i explain that being penetrated is a really scary thing, you're letting someone be physically inside of you its a pretty intense emotional experience! (at least for me) and he tells me he has genuinely never thought of sex like that before and he's really shocked to hear me describe it like that. we talked through it some more and i think it was a good experience for the both of us.

we are both on summer break right now and live far away from eachother so i won't see him again until fall semester, but there are still some things that i worry about with like the state of our sex life? i wanna a) get to a point where our emotional experience with sex is similar if possible and b) get to a point where we can compromise about when/how frequently we have sex, but i don't really know how to approach any of that? i don't ever want to force him to have sex when he doesn't want to or make him feel uncomfortable or coerced or anything, but i also feel like there needs to be some sort of compromise for me to feel like my wants are being met? but i don't know how to bring that up without being like pushy. am i being like insane and selfish?? i don't know but i really want to have a strong healthy relationship with him im really serious about him and i want us to last for a long time.

idk this is very long and probably all of the context isn't necessary but yeah thats my plight thank you for reading all of that mess i hope you have a wonderful summer 🫶

this one is covered in my FAQ I think

[hard-core-super-star]

redo the prophecy [L.Calderu]

pairing: lilia calderu x vampire!reader

summary: when demons from your past start chasing you again, you end up with the one person you can always count on...even if being with you puts her in danger.

warnings: hurt/comfort; mentions of blood but nothing super graphic; neck kisses + bites; longing; allusions to sex but nothing explicit; exes who clearly don't want to be exes anymore; not proofread

wordcount: 2.7k

a/n: someone stop letting me start a new series when i'm in the middle of working on other ones 😅 i couldn't help it, my hand slipped and now i'm invested. believe it or not, there's actually worldbuilding this time! the vampire stuff works very similarly to First Kill but if you're not familiar/confused with any aspect, feel free to send me an ask, i'd love to talk about it! anyway, the next part will be smut with feelings so keep your eyes peeled for that. for now, hope you enjoy <3

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The bright sign in the window clashes with the dark storm clouds moving overhead. The rain had soaked through your coat at some point but the cold barely bothered you at this point. The real issue was the searing pain in your side and the seemingly endless cars driving down every street your feet took you to.

Truly, it shouldn't have been surprising that the only place your mind could think of going would be here. Madame Calderu's.

Even in the pouring rain, the outside is stunning. The blinds are drawn just enough for you to see inside. To catch a glimpse of the candles and seemingly endless vintage books on old shelves.

Somehow, swallowing your pride is the most difficult part. You stand outside the door like a lost puppy for at least five minutes, mentally debating whether to actually come in or not.

You don't want to admit it but ultimately, your precarious situation won over whatever pretenses you had.

The door creaks as you push inside with a heavy sigh. You're not even fully inside when Lilia steps out from behind a curtain of colorful beads. The subtle furrow of her brows lets you know she hadn't been expecting you.

Good to know you could still surprise her.

"So, it seems Dracula has a heart after all," she says, stopping a few feet away from you, hand on her hip like a disappointed girlfriend.

The thought makes your heart clench but you ignore it. You roll your eyes, leaning against the door to hide your limping. "Shut up. You know how I feel about that guy."

She waves her hand dismissively but the soft look in her eyes betrays her. Her eyes have always spoken louder than any other part of her, those brown depths far too real to be contained. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" You respond, vaguely gesturing to your injured side.

"You're being hunted again." It's not a question, she says it like she knows. Like she can somehow see exactly what kind of trouble you've wrapped yourself into this time. "But that still doesn't answer my question."

It takes all your strength to not roll your eyes at her. Instead, you push off the door and start walking deeper into the store, your eyes sweeping across all the different knick-knacks she has for sale.

"Don't act like you don't have runes stacked on runes inside this place."

Your light accusation makes her laugh, and the corners of your lips twitch up into a smile in response to the sweet sound.

"A woman can never be too cautious."

Your feet carry you over to the older woman despite your hesitations. Ironically, the blood loss is starting to get to you but that only makes your stomach hurt and your fangs ache.

"Maybe I should take a page out of your book," you complain as the room spins on its axis.

Lilia's hands hold you upright, the furrow in her brows making itself known once again. "Come on, you can hardly stand."

If the pain wasn't overwhelming your mind, you might have allowed yourself to sink into her touch. It had been years since you'd been this close to her. Countless nights spent thinking of her, wishing you could go back to her.

You never thought your reunion would be like this.

"Are you asking or telling me?"

Your joke doesn't land and it earns you a quick smack to the shoulder. "Insolent fool."

The familiarity of the action makes you smile and you suddenly can't tell if the weakness in your knees comes from being close to the witch or the blood loss. It's hard to tell and before you know it, she's sitting you down on the couch.

The comfort of the cushion calls to you, your eyes drooping closed before you can stop them.

That earns you another swat. "Don't you dare pass out on me."

"I'm already injured, Lilia, you don't have to keep hitting me."

She huffs as she rummages through her cabinets. "Yes, I do. I'm far too old to be stressing so much about you."

Even though you know where her complaints are truly coming from, you prefer not to think about it too much. Injuries first, complicated past and feelings later. "Ouch?"

Lilia doesn't reply and you busy yourself with removing your blood-soaked shirt. Whatever new weapons the Guild is using now are far too effective. You briefly miss the days of silver knives and crosses.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened to you?"

The question shouldn't be surprising considering the situation, and the danger, but it still makes you groan. The last thing you want to do is explain anything, much less how you almost died to a monster hunter. "Do I have to?"

She hums as she approaches you, a first-aid kit in her hands. "I guess not. But it would be nice to know if I'm on someone's watchlist."

You sit up and wince, which tells you everything you need to know about how the next few minutes will go. "You're always on the Guild's watchlist. You're what they call a wildcard."

Lilia approaches with far more softness than she should and settles beside you. This time, her eyebrows reveal to you how bad your injury looks. "I don't think they're the only ones who would say that. I'm a covenless witch."

"With a history of helping both vampires and humans," you point out as you shift closer, giving her access to your bleeding side. "They don't know who you're truly allied to."

Her eyes meet yours and for a second, you wonder if you're wrong. If she chose a side long before you found your way back to her. "They've been trying to recruit me, you know? Help them make better weapons and such."

A pained chuckle leaves you. "I don't think they need help with that."

She hums before putting on her glasses and preparing to disinfect the area. That seems to be the end of the conversation for the moment, so you busy yourself with taking deep breaths and not looking like a complete wuss by groaning in pain every few seconds.

Thankfully, there are tons of things to look out, lots of trinkets scattered everywhere and loose witchy decorations. The countless decks of tarot cards catch your attention as she gets to work patching you up.

It's easier said than done, especially when she starts poking around the hole the enchanted knife left behind. All she does is start disinfecting your skin and you already start squirming. You wait for her to scold you but she doesn't so the task of staying still lands squarely on you.

Somehow, you manage. Maybe part of it comes from having her hands on you again despite the situation. You should hate it but…you can't deny how good it is to be in her presence.

Almost as if reading your mind, her hands speed up. You can't really complain because it means you get through the painful part quickly (albeit with lots of groans and distracting, mumbled, curse words) and before you know it, she's bandaging your side.

"You're still a fool, you know that?" Lilia says, almost like an after-thought. "What mess did you get yourself into this time?"

"You don't want to know," you respond, trying to deflect again. "Just more of the usual. Hunters with a grudge and vampires who don't know better than to listen to my family's lies."

She sits back up, her eyes slowly trailing back up to yours. "Lies? So, you didn't betray them after failing your First Kill ceremony?"

"Oh, shut up." You huff. "That's the least of my worries right now."

The words make her eyebrows raise and for a moment, you remember better days spent trailing your fingers over every inch of her face, examining every contour and figuring out what made her react in what way.

You force yourself to sit up before you can get too carried away, your hand digging into your pant pocket and pulling out your trusty pill pouch. If the witch recognizes it, she doesn't say anything and you groan as you come up empty. "Fuck…I'm out of pills."

Lilia snorts. "You sound older than me, darling."

"That's low."

Even though you want to look at her, you force yourself to stare straight ahead, the ache in your stomach growing deeper. Clearly, the pain you thought was coming from your injury had another meaning all along.

Of course, using simple blood pills to replace your overwhelming thirst for human blood wasn't the best way of going about fixing your seemingly never-ending hunger but it was much better than the alternative. You hated drinking from humans, hated the animalistic side of you that wanted to hunt and drink and kill.

As you grumble to yourself over your unfortunate situation, Lilia finally seems to catch up to your words. "Hold on, why are you using pills again? Aren't they bad for you?"

"They're better than the alternative," you reply. "It's like I'm a fucking teenager again, can't control myself."

Judging by the sharp look the older woman sends you, she doesn't think the same. "So you're starving yourself? How is that any better, y/n?"

"I'm not starving myself, that's what the pills are for," you counter.

Lilia sighs and you somehow feel scolded just from the sound. "You never learn, do you?"

Her words could mean a handful of things so you merely shrug and pretend to care much less than you do about being here with her. About the way her scent, herbal and sweet like lavender and honey, fills your nose. The ache inside you that only she can fix.

You force yourself to rise to your feet, your vision swimming for a second as all your pain blends together. Coming here was a bad idea and you know it.

It's like you can't escape her or the flickers of memories that her eyes bring out of you. That sinking feeling you get when you remember why you can't be here. Why you left in the first place.

"y/n." You're not sure when she got up but she's behind you now. Warm hands encompass your waist. "Why are you in such a rush? Sit back down, we'll figure it out."

Her words do little to ease the guilt you've been carrying for what feels like centuries. "We can't. Lilia, I…I can't be here. You know it's not safe."

Her grip on you tightens and before you know it, she's turning you around, those same soft eyes staring through you. "I'm not going to let you walk out again."

Oh, how you wish it were that simple. That you didn't know the things you did. That you didn't carry the weight and guilt and shame you do.

"Don't give me that," you say. "Don't act like you don't know why I had to leave."

That seems to get her attention. You almost want to kick yourself for the way her face changes. It's like you can see her walls building themselves back up in real time. "I don't know what you're talking about."

You try to stop yourself from scoffing but you can't. The disbelief spilling from your lips without a full thought. "What did you see? The night before I left, what did you see?"

The way her eyebrows shoot up tells you everything you need to know.

"y/n, I-"

"Exactly."

You don't even want to hear what she has to say. Explanations that don't hold any meaning. Not when you had the same vision she did. Perks of being a Legacy and all that.

Or maybe it was your bond that was responsible for that.

Lilia studies you for a second, her grip on you not allowing much movement. Hell, even if you wanted to move, you wouldn't. Not with the way you're swaying.

"Listen," she starts. "We can play the blame game all night or you can let me finish helping you. Believe it or not, I'd rather not be responsible for your death."

The chuckle you let out is more bitter than anything else. "Don't you know it's already written that you will be?"

One of her hands moves up to cup your face, her touch far more tender than it has any right to be. You lean into the touch before you can stop yourself.

"Darling, I wouldn't have gotten to this age if I'd listened every time something told me I was going to die."

You sigh, knowing you won't be winning this fight. "You're such a piece of work, Lilia."

"Look who's talking. A vampire who hates blood? It's a wonder you're still here."

All she gets from you is a grumble.

Well, a grumble and two incredibly focused eyes zeroing in on her neck. It doesn't matter how hard you try to rein yourself in, the hunger makes your head spin, your thoughts spiraling until all that's left are the veins on the side of the witch's neck.

"My eyes are up here, you know?" She teases, her smirk all-knowing. "Why don't you stop making yourself suffer and just take what you need?"

It would be easier to lie or deflect with a joke but you're far too tired to keep fighting. Especially when the pull between you only grows stronger with every second you spend together.

"I don't want to lose control," you whisper as you move closer. "I can't hurt you again."

"You won't." Her words are so sure, you don't even dare question her. "I trust you."

Your hands shake as you hold her close, leaning down to nuzzle her neck. The feeling of her skin against your mouth makes your heart skip a beat and you barely manage to stop yourself from sinking your fangs into her.

You will but you want to savor having her in your arms before you do it.

Kisses get littered to the older woman's neck, your tongue trailing along the prominent vein you find as you allow her to fill all your senses. It's incredible how much you ache for her, how even your fangs start hurting from holding back.

"Do it, sweetheart," she murmurs, one hand cradling the back of your head and holding you against her. "Take what you need."

You can't hold back after that.

Instead, your mouth moves on its own and your fangs sink down into her vein. The sound of her gasp fills your ears but you pay it no mind. You can't think, you can't breathe, all you can do is take in gulps of her blood.

It's desperate and messy and reminds you of the many nights you spent buried like this somewhere else but more than anything, it's ecstacy.

You can feel her trembling against you, her form growing weaker as you drink. The thought lingers in your mind but you can't stop yet. Not until the pain in your stomach disappears.

"y/n," Lilia whispers, the hand in your hair tightening. "I'm going to, ah- need you to stop soon."

The words register in your brain but even then, you don't pay them much mind. You're not sure if she's simply that sweet or if her magic lingers even in her blood. All you know is you can't get enough of her.

At least, until the fingers in your hair start pulling and your fear of hurting her maximizes.

As much as you hate to admit it, she was right. You could never hurt her. Even the monster inside of you can agree to that.

You force yourself to pull away from her neck, your fangs retracting as the bite mark closes. You've never been able to figure out if it's her magic or yours that causes it but it doesn't matter.

Once you lean back, your arms wrap around her waist, holding her up as your strength returns and hers dwindles. You move her back toward the couch without a word, lying down before easing her on top of you.

"Was this your plan all along?" You question as you get comfortable beneath her.

"I think it was yours," she quips with a breathless laugh.

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

Slowly, as if no time has passed at all, your bodies mold together. Your arms remain wrapped around her waist as she tucks her face into your neck.

For all the flaws that come with your vampirism, at least you clean up quick. Then again, she's so drained, you doubt she'd care if you had her blood dripping onto her.

"You should get some rest," you whisper. "We'll talk tomorrow?"

All she does is hum and you already know her eyes must be drooping. Stubborn as ever, though, she fights against it. "I suppose. Unless you're planning on running again?"

"No." The word slips out easily. Not quite a promise but still heavy. "Not yet, anyway. I'll figure something out."

"We'll figure it out," she corrects you.

"We sure will," you mumble even though you're not completely convinced.

Even now, with her tucked against you, your body thrums, urging you to move, to keep running before you're hunted again. It's not like running ever brought anything good, though.

At least here, in the comfort of Lilia's weird little shop, you can be together.

If only for the night.

[when-henry-met-alex]

Welcome to When Henry met Alex: a RWRB rom-com AU mini fan event!

We've been cooking this up for a while, and now it's time to bring it to all of you. There's an enormous amount of rom-coms out there to fill our beloved cast with. Rom-coms offer a safe haven from the ugh! that can be our daily lives and the world around us. Hopefully, this will provide us all a bit of relief from that.

Here you will find the very simple rules and any information you may need. If there is anything you want to know that we might have missed we will answer questions on here. Or ask one of us out in the wilds of wherever you may find us.

We can't wait to see what everyone creates for this event! We will post reminders throughout the next few months. And feel free to tag us if you share snippets 🍿

So excited!

Taylor @tailsbeth-writes & Mel @onthewaytosomewhere ❤️🤍💙

[obscuretobyfox]

You have a cat? :0

I was specifically referring to my experience as a therian (I identify as/with catlike qualities often) but I do own a cat!! Here she is:

Considering I'm just about to hit 9,000 followers, consider this a sudden Q&A announcement! Feel free to ask any question, Toby Fox related or not to my askbox and I'll try to answer as many as I can <3

[moonlitkit]

20 QUESTIONS: GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER!

I see this sort of thing in other blogging communities but haven't run across it elsewhere. So here, some snz-themed asks you can answer yourself, or have your followers ask you.

REMINDER: this is for the snzkink communities. Minors and vanillas do not interact.

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE SNZBLOGGER:

What was the first piece of media that made you realize you had a kink? ("Fascinations" as a child don't count here, this is your completely aware awakening.)

RE Media, as in fiction: what is your most recent fix?

RE Media, creating: what kind of snz content are you currently seeking out? snz fic, art, audio, video, etc?

Do you create things? What do you make? (Again, snzfic, art, wavs, videos etc)

What are some of your favorite tropes / themes?

What, if any, appeals to you in real life?

What is your dream scenario, either to read / see or hear / watch in real time?

What tropes / scenarios do you love in fiction that you would hate in person?

What do you like that's pretty standard?

What don't you like that's pretty standard?

Describe your favorite symptom(s). BONUS: explain why you enjoy your favorite symptom(s).

Colds vs Allergies (you knew it was coming) and why.

What snz-adjacent things do you love? EX: handkerchiefs, tissues, warm blankets, stolen hoodies, comfort items etc.

If you're into inducing, what are your favorite methods? If only in specific scenarios, feel free to clarify.

What are your top favorite ways to engage with your kink, by which I mean reading, looking at art, listening to .wavs / videos, browsing tumblr / forums etc.

What are your top two (you can add more, but at least two) things you like to do most on snzblr? EX: creating new things, enjoying things other people made, sharing headcanons, lurking etc

What was the tipping point that made you want to make a fetish blog?

How many blogs are you following? BONUS: Are they all snz blogs?

What would you like to see more of, and are you trying to promote / add more of that into the community?

How long have you been in some form of the snz community? (Forums, Livejournal / Insanejournal / Dreamwidth, personal websites, webrings, something else.) BONUS: What was your favorite format and why?

That's it for now, I hope you enjoy! Try to send in an ask to whoever you reblog it from, at least.

[lokiusweek]

The prompts for Lokius Week 2025 have been chosen!

Since we received so many amazing prompts, each day has been assigned three prompts and one episode from the Loki series for you to post about. There's also a list of extra prompts that you can use if you don’t like or can’t think of how to fill the daily prompts!

You’re welcome to use all of these as inspiration, or you can stick to just one or two. It’s your choice!

We look forward to seeing all of your posts! 💚🧡

Posting for Lokius Week 2025 will begin on June 9th and finish on June 15th.

Please use the hashtag #LokiusWeek2025 to share your posts.

Feel free to reach out via our ask box for any questions.

LINKS: Event guidelines & FAQs | Twitter | BlueSky

Below is a text version of the daily prompts.

Day 1 - June 9th, 2025

S1 EP5

jealousy | secrets | missing scene

Day 2 - June 10th, 2025

S2 EP2

magic | drinks | rebellion

Day 3 - June 11th, 2025

S1 EP1

prayers | longing | the archives

Day 4 - June 12th, 2025

S1 EP2

first date | hair | rainy day

Day 5 - June 13th, 2025

S2 EP1

reunions | praise | memory loss

Day 6 - June 14th, 2025

S2 EP5

dreams | hurt/comfort | slice of life

Day 7 - June 15th, 2025

FREE DAY

AU DAY

Extra prompts:

"control your little pet, mobius"

what might have been

they were roommates

“I thought I'd lost you”

[cometpupi]

✩ ALLITHROPY ✩

"Allithropy" is a label that can be used by creatures who identify as or with a nonhuman on a metaphorical level,

For example someone may identify as/with a wolf because wolves symbolize strength and dominance, and they feel like it fits them well, or they might see themselves as nonhuman metaphorically because of trauma, and they feel like that creature represents in some way what they went through or what they felt like during that trauma.

This term can coexist with other alterbeing labels

Flag symbolisms:

The yellow circle symbolizes the identity as a whole.

The "ocean wave" symbol in the middle symbolizes the deeper meaning of a metaphorical identity and how you need to look into it more to understand it.

The green stripe symbolizes the ground level of the identity, how it looks like on the outside, for example how a wolf may seem like just a wolf and "nothing more".

The blue stripes symbolize creatures that exist or have existed at some point.

The purple stripes symbolize creatures that are mythical or fictional.

"Alli" are the first letters of the greek word "αλληγορικός (alligorikós)" which mean metaphorical

I made this label based on my own and my boyfriend's experiences with alterhumanity, anyone can use it without credit, unless you're reposting it somewhere else!

my boyfriend: @batsskull

If you have any questions about it feel free to ask!

[vynxwave]

Transformers Ask Game/Meme

[Send the question's number (or multiple) in an ask to the one reblogging. To prompt your followers to send you questions, reblog. Or, if you want to go ahead and answer everything yourself, feel free to.]

What first drew you into Transformers? Has this draw remained the same over time or has it changed?

Favorite part(s) of the Transformers canon/franchise?

Least favorite part(s) of the Transformers canon/franchise?

What concepts in Transformers do you think should be explored/delved into more?

What concepts in Transformers do you think should be dropped/abandoned?

Favorite Transformers story/plot?

Least favorite Transformers story/plot?

A Transformers story/plot that's a guilty pleasure for you?

Favorite moment(s)?

Giddiest moment(s)?

Funny moment(s)?

Hottest moment(s)?

Cutest moment(s)?

Most heartbreaking moment(s)?

Most shocking moment(s)?

A moment that has stuck with you?

Have your thoughts on a particular Transformers continuity and/or character ever dramatically shifted? If so, how has your opinion changed?

Favorite team or team-up?

Favorite friendship, duo, or siblings?

Favorite rivals?

Characters you tire of seeing teamed up together?

Characters you wish would be teamed up together?

Unpopular opinion(s) about a particular media and/or character?

Obscure, neglected, or otherwise unpopular character(s) that you like?

Popular character(s) that you dislike or think are overrated?

Favorite character bio or description of a character (whether from themselves or from another)?

Favorite altmode?

Favorite weapon(s) or special abilit(y/ies)?

Favorite human character(s)?

Transformers media that more people should check out and why?

Do you dislike any continuity's portrayal of a certain character? If so, who from what continuity and why?

Commonly held beliefs about a particular continuity and/or character that bother you?

Figure(s) you covet the most?

If you ship, what do you find most appealing about the characters? What dynamics/concepts do you like to think about/explore with them?

Share a WIP?

[npookie0]

NATHAN, my king- you've broken my heart so much with the 'gone without a trace' headcanons and my dude... I've gotta ask this to save my fragile aorta- could we maybe get some headcanons of the Lis finally finding they're partners after so long? Like they find a single clue that Leads them to their Partner's trail.

Please and thank you, love your work also you dropped this -> 👑

A Trace Found

Headcanons for Killer Chat! love interests x mc who they found after they (mc) went missing

have your free therapy gays

Finding a clue about your whereabouts :

Ronin

When he found that clue, that one little piece of information he needed, Ronin through that he went completely insane, like he's actually lost it and his mind was playing tricks on him. "No fucking way it's real... after so long and I find it now? Fuckin' hell, you're playing tricks on me now aren't ya?" To Ronin it would also feel like God has challenged him, like he was the one to take you from your murderous lover and now he's throwing him a bone after so long.

Angel

For Angel it was like regaining hope, the light returned to her eyes and she wasn't going to give up now. She held onto that hint and shook up all of her contacts to get all knowledge she could.

Misaki

For them it was like a newfound will to live. It was a hint on your location, they weren't crazy, they didn't make you up with their crazy mind. Misaki was going to pour her whole heart into finding you, use any means necessary to get to you and tell you how much she missed you and ask you why, why would you leave so suddenly and not tell her.

V

In the moment V saw the clue on where you could be, he moved all of his sources and informants, threw money at them and follow with his own investigation. He has to find you, he has to see you and make sure that you're safe.

Finding you :

Ronin

He stood still the moment he saw your face, then he started laughing, a shaken sound mixed with some barely hearable sobs. "So this is where you were! Wow, darlin', you overdid yourself." He grabbed you by your hand and pulled you closer, buried his face in the crook of your neck. "You played your game well, took me a while to get to ya."

He felt desperate, starved for your presence. He felt somewhat panicked, scared that he fucked up to a point of you escaping and erasing every sign of yourself.

He brought you back with you and for a week he didn't lose the sight of you, he didn't want to lose you for the second time, he didn't want to lose another partner.

Angel

She broke down completely, ran to you and cried while holding you tightly. Finally you're back with her. She never felt more relieved in her life, or at least that's how she felt in that moment. "I... I'm sorry for whatever I did, but please, never do that again."

She blamed herself for your disappearance, like it was her fault for you leaving. It was normal for Maria to throw all blame at her even if it was clearly not her fault.

She would check up on you daily, ask you for calls and meet ups at her place, sometimes she'd come to you herself, she just needed to see you and know that you're there.

Misaki

"No fucking way." She dropped to her knees in front of you, wrapped their arms around you and just held on. There was sobbing and bunch of questions, but they honestly didn't want to hear the answers, they just needed to hold you for a while longer.

They asked you if it's something they did, if you left because of her. She'd think that she disappointed you or that you were afraid of them because of their job as an assassin.

They'd stick around for a while, trying to not show their anxiety at the idea of you leaving again. She would calm down after a while, but still would text you even more often that before you were gone just in case.

V

He held your face between his hands, standing still and stiff in front of you. His eyes were travelling over your whole form, he couldn't form any words, he just looked at you and tried to understand the situation. "It... it really is you, my love."

He'd question you about the reasons behind your disappearance. He would feel differently depending on your answers, but the feeling of heartbreak would be the same no matter of your words and reasons. His whole world was ruined when every trace of you was gone and he will let it show.

Maybe he wouldn't cage you or put security all around your house to watch you, but Valentin would keep close to you and spend time with you, even his vigilante work could be pushed back just so he could get used to having you around again. All he needed was time to heal after losing you.

They found you yay

I hope it's happy ending enough <3

[local-null-nb]

Well in this case if it sounds too good to be true... Its definitely worth looking into it!

It's totally safe and has been signs for a while for eunuchs but now it's most popular with non-binary peeps like me! In fact it has an easier recovery than more typical bottom surgery!

This blog is dedicated to talking about my experience with it and answering questions about it, so feel free to check it out and send any questions you have!

For more basic info and minus to more resources check out this link

I guarantee you it's not too good to be true - it's essentially just the first half of normal bottom surgery, and then not having to make something new so it's faster, simpler, and easier recovery! Ideally you want a specialist but if there's none in your area you can also reach out to bottom surgeons and ask if they could do it (especially ones who offer multiple different bottom surgeries are more likely to be able to perform it)

Any further questions please reach out!

Nullification surgery is a specific type of bottom surgery that leaves the recipient with no genitals! Just a small hole for urinating and otherwise smooth between your legs!

It's very niche, to the point whereb many gender specialists don't know about it and recipients like me have to find it it's an option online! Please help spread the word and increase sample size!