#mismatched moodboard

[aeraras]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀gorgeous 。⠀ ೀ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀᭞𓇼   𓉸ྀིྀི   ︭✧  ︭  ︭

[lilaquette]

⠀░ ⃟❀ ։⠀ sw͟e͟e͟t pink ⠀lemonade ⠀ ✿ ⠞⡷

[bcyhoods]

🥁 DRUMMER ── send in a character + an au / scenario for a moodboard (might throw in a little drabble if i’m feeling particularly inspired)

oooooh how about eddie with losercore girlfriend ???

eddie x loser!reader

Eddie really likes when he comes home and finds you effectively buried in his sheets. You’re on his side of the bed, wearing your mismatched pajamas that you’ve worn for the past three days, and he really likes when your tired eyes light up at the sight of him.

“Hey, Ed,” you beam and throw the blankets off to meet him at the doorway.

He smiles radiantly, all teeth and all love, and opens his arms to welcome you into his embrace. You can still feel the warmth of the afternoon sun lingering on his clothes as you press into him. The smell of cigarettes and mint gum stick to his pale skin and comfortingly wash over your figure. Unknown tension is eased from your shoulders.

“Hey, stranger.” He pulls back, holding your face in his palms to angle your lips to his. They’re pressed firm against yours, full of purpose. The pressure has you humming and fisting the uncomfortable leather of his jacket. He’s pulling away slowly, dotting pecks to your lower lip on his way. “What’s my girl been doing all day, hmm? Watching movies?”

You shake your head. “Wallowing. Missing you. The usual.”

He makes a noise of acknowledgement and laughs while waddling you back toward the bed. You had been watching movies all day, cycling tape after tape to fill the boredom. But you also really did miss him. Your day always feels incomplete when he’s gone, like the last piece of a puzzle is missing. Even when he’s here, you need to be impossibly closer to him. And right now, when it makes you squeeze him tighter, he leans down to kiss you again.

“Busy day for both of us then.”

come celebrate with me!

[rottnteen]

when i think of Spencer Reid i think of pure fluff

that man is the cutest little thing. but his girlfriend could be too :) <3 (totally not self indulgent).

girly!girl!reader x spencer reid moodboard:

“Spencer!” You smile when he walks into your pink bedroom. You two are getting ready for a date and he wears a white button up paired with black pants, his mismatching socks walking through your doorway. “Will you help me?”

He looks down at you, wearing your cute little white dress, and your hair in pink bows. You have your knee high socks only up your calf’s and he nods whilst adjusting his glasses. The sight of you causing a cute little blush to adorn his nose. How could he get a girl like you?

“You excited baby?” He asks as his deft fingers roll up your calf’s to your knees and soon almost up your thighs. He squeezes the soft plush of them once he’s done. You nod your head yes, your eyes on his fingers as he works the supple flesh. He smiles at that, his plump pink lips working into a smirk because he realizes the effect he has on you. Just like you have on him. <3

[little-kotenok]

i also made this big brother caregiver ( could also possibly be interpreted as unpleasant big brother regressor ) unpleasant moodboard today ^_^ i think he would wear mismatched pjs a lot ... i hope the regretevator agere community will eat good tonite !

[anotherbluesunday]

✨Teaser: In Technicolor✨

So some of you may know this, but my next fic that was set to release was originally called “Ballad of a Teenage Dream” and was a Wednesday x Skam crossover that showcased all the highs and lows of high school and the growing pains that come with the transition from teenager to young adult.

Well that story has been reworked, overhauled, and given new life.

I present to you my high school dramady, In Technicolor.

Set in Los Angeles, California, the story follows two groups of friends as their worlds collide. A modern spin on the social dynamics of Romeo and Juliet where two factions are warring but cannot remember why or why their bitter rivalry is so important to their identity, In Technicolor highlights the feuding of the wealthy and the everyday citizens to show the consequences that come from stripping culture and history from the city streets in the name of gentrification. It explores the complex relationships of families on either side of the fence to reveal that wealth does not always bring happiness. And finally, at the center of it all, the complicated friendships and relationships of the members of these two groups as they meld into one.

For our East LA champions, we follow the Addams siblings and their mismatched group of skateboarders, graffiti artists, musicians, and street racers.

For our Palisades elite, we focus on the Blossoms and Galpin’s—two families from extreme wealth that are not entirely honest about what they show the world.

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Important Story Information: If the visuals were not enough to give it away, this story will be a crossover with a different fandom. Entering the mix is the ensemble from Riverdale. I do want to caution readers now, there will be crossover pairings, character retcon on both sides, ageing up, ageing down, and changes to character personalities.

One such example is that Wednesday isn’t allergic to color and isn’t entirely unapproachable. She smiles and laughs but only when around those she trusts like her family and friends. Pugsley has been aged up and is Wednesday’s twin brother. My face claim for this version of Pugsley is Xolo Mariduẽna and I have made Pugsley (who also will be going by “Lee”) more confident and hotheaded with some snark and sass. Second to that, my face claim for Pubert “Bertie” Addams is Malachi Barton and Pubert/Bertie will be one year younger than his siblings—the twins Wednesday and Pugsley age 17 and in their senior year and Bertie age 16 entering his junior year.

On the Riverdale side of the crossover, I have made certain changes that I don’t want to reveal just yet for Archie’s character. That surprise will come soon enough because next I will be posting moodboards for specific couples that will be at the center of this story. But one change I will discuss now to get it out there to avoid hate comments and harassment is the issue of is Cheryl bi or is she a lesbian. In my story, she’s bi and will be paired with a male lead. I understand that the actress for her character went back and forth on Cheryl’s orientation but, to me, Cheryl reads like a chaotic bisexual that goes back and forth on her identity because being bi is confusing enough. And as someone who is bi, I would like to see more representation and fiction for people like myself because fandoms are so quick to erase bisexuality and pansexuality and criticize us when we speak up about it. So in this story, Cheryl is bi and she has broken up with her most recent girlfriend before meeting her next partner who is a man. And it’s fine.

If this upsets you, just swipe off of this post. Don’t leave mean comments or take digs at me because I’m not for any of this fandom infighting nonsense. It’s fiction and these characters can be whatever you want them to be in your stories.

However, if you don’t mind Cheryl liking both men and women, you don’t have an opinion either way, or your curious to see how this’ll pan out, stay tuned. I’d love to share this story with you. All are welcome so long as things stay civil and breezy.

So with that, I look forward to updating with the couple’s board and then the first chapter titlecard along with the chapter itself. Until then, stay lovely and stay groovy.💜

[late-to-the-party-81]

Home, Sweet Home.

AN: As voted for by my followers, my next series update is for Cali, Steve and Bucky. After the fluff of the last part I gift you a bucket load of smut. And to the Nonnie who has sent me a request for these three- that will be coming soon! I’m not ignoring you.

Beta’d by: the glorious American, tits as big as her heart, @yarnforbrains

Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Moodboard and banners by me.

Masterlist | Series masterlist | Previous part 

Relationship: Steve x Reader (Cali) x Bucky

Word count: 4.1k

CW: Poly relationship, fluff, feels, Smutty smut smut (Oral- M and F receiving, Rimming, bit of cum play, Vaginal sex, Anal fingering, Double penetration (in V and A)), cheeky banter. Bucky is a menace (d’uh!) Steve is intense, Cali is practical, even in the heat of the moment.

As you put down the box you’d been carrying and stretched out your aching back, you heard the sound of van doors closing, before it was followed by the sound of its engine starting.

Everything had moved quickly once you’d agreed with your boys that the house they’d picked was perfect. Bucky had packed up nearly all of his belongings and put them in storage, moving in full time with Steve. A few weeks later you’d done the same. You’d all agreed it would be far easier to coordinate the move from one place, as opposed to trying to leave three separate homes on the same day. 

It had been tense to say the least, but now you were standing in what would become your office and private sanctuary, you had to admit it had been worth it. Of course it would take weeks to get the room sorted out just the way you wanted it, but you were giddy at the thought that you could do what you wanted and not worry about a landlord inspection.

You were just considering the best place for your desk when a pair of thick arms dusted with golden hair wrapped around your waist from behind. You relaxed back onto the sturdy frame attached to them, leaning your head against his collarbone.

“Hey, Steve. The movers gone?” 

He dipped his head and nuzzled into your neck, his beard tickling your skin.

“Mmmhmm. Bucky’s just moving the last of his boxes to his study, and then, my darling Cali, he will finally allow us up into the master suite. I can’t believe how early he came over here this morning - just to ensure that our bed was all set up for us to sleep on this evening. Or that he wouldn’t allow either of us to see it.”

Steve’s musings were interrupted by a set of jaunty footsteps, and suddenly you were yanked from his embrace and twirled into Bucky’s beautifully mismatched arms.

“That’s cos I’ve got my priorities straight, punk. We’re gonna start this thing off right, sorting out our space first. So come on. I’ve got the suitcases of clothes up there already and our bathroom stuff. And wait until you see the bed!”  

He dropped a hurried kiss on your lips, then let you go, only to cup Steve’s face with his work-roughened hands and kiss him as well. You smirked when you saw Steve’s hands grasp Bucky’s ass and give it a little squeeze, but then Bucky was jogging away up the stairs to the top floor - your new bedroom. You looked at Steve, and he gave a little shrug in return. The two of you broke into grins at the same time andfollowed Bucky up the stairs.

Steve let you go in before him, being the gentleman that he was, but you almost regretted it when you came to a sudden halt, and your statuesque boyfriend ran into your back and almost sent you flying. There, in front of you, stretching almost the full length of the back wall was the biggest bed you’d ever seen. It was more than enough space for the three of you if you didn’t feel like cuddling up. It was rare that you forwent the cuddingling, but it was nice to have the option. In the middle of it all was Bucky, lying spread eagle on the bed with a puckish grin on his face.

“What are you waiting for? Come try it out!”

With a squeal you launched yourself at him and the bed. He deftly rolled out of the way, and you giggled as you bounced on the sprung mattress. Bucky quickly covered and pinned you, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face and neck. You playfully batted at him but didn’t really make any effort to push him off and away, and therefore, you weren’t really surprised when his kisses got a bit more hot and heavy. 

He dropped his hips onto you, unashamedly letting you feel his arousal. In response, you wrapped your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and gave it a little tug, provoking a deep moan.

“I like how you managed to get all the sheets on…” You arched as his lips trailed down your neck.

“Well, gotta make sure it was going to be comfortable for my best girl…” he lifted his head away from you and turned to look at Steve, who was still standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame with a smirk on his handsome face. “... and my best guy. What’re you still doing over there, punk? This doesn’t work without all three of us.”

Steve pushed himself upright, and as he stepped towards the bed, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and revealed his chiselled chest and abs, sprinkled with dark blonde hair. He toed off his shoes and popped the button on his jeans before climbing onto the bed beside you and Bucky. There was a feral gleam in his eye as he caught Bucky’s lips. Their kiss was more feral than romantic, both of them moaning into it, and you could feel your desire pooling between your legs, the way it did any time you saw your boys loving on each other.

You reached your free hand up to the back of Steve’s neck, so you could guide them back down to you. You were greedy for both of them, and you didn’t care. They effortlessly drew you into the kiss, three pairs of lips and three tongues coming together in a tangle. It was messy and erotic, and everything you wanted.

Steve continued to kiss you as Bucky broke away, his hands inching their way under your top and pushing it up as his body slid down yours. He greedily tugged at the cups of your sensible cotton bra, freeing your breasts and immediately latching onto one with his mouth and the other with his fingers. Steve swallowed your moans and pulled your top further up, only letting go of your lips to pull the fabric over your head and throwing it to join his t-shirt on the floor. He yanked down the straps of your bra, making it easier for Bucky, who - from the sounds he was making - was enjoying devouring your sweet flesh. You pulled Steve back in for more kisses, your blood on fire under the ministrations of the two men you loved.

As Bucky travelled further down your body, pulling your yoga pants off you, Steve’s hands roamed. His thumbs played with the wet peaks of your breasts, keeping them pebbled and sensitive. You were sucking in lungfuls of air, dizzy on sensation. You registered Bucky’s warm breath on your thighs, in between them, and then he was devouring you again. Your fingers, still lodged in Steve’s short blonde locks, tightened, making him hiss as you whined.

“Bucky making you feel good, Cali? I know how much you love his tongue. Don’t blame you, baby. It’s a talented tongue. I want you to let yourself go. Be as loud as you want. You’re in your own home - your home with us, and we can do whatever we want. Wanna hear you scream as he makes you cum. Can you do that?”

Your eyes were screwed shut, hands still clenched, but you nodded. Bucky knew exactly what to do to get you there. Sometimes he teased you, keeping you just under the plateau of your pleasure until you were begging him, begging Steve. But other times he just went for it, keen to feel you cum on his face, over and over and over, until you were limp. Today it appeared he was going for the latter. 

His tongue plunged into your pussy; his thumb drew circles on your clit.

“Bucky! Fuck!” You shifted your legs against the cool sheets when they were suddenly lifted up in the air, and thrown over Bucky’s shoulders. The man himself was on his knees, chest flat to the bed, large body pressed as far between your thighs as possible, almost burying himself in your folds and folding you almost in half. You could feel your approaching orgasm, and it was obvious that Steve could tell as well, because that’s when he lowered his mouth to your breasts. “Steve! I… I… oh God!”

The pleasure crashed over you, waves and waves of it lifting you up so you were breathless, then pulling you down and tossing you around so you didn’t know which way was up. 

Cool air hit your chest as Steve pulled his mouth off you. Your eyes opened again in response, just in time to see him lean forward, drag Bucky away from your cunt, and smash his lips against his boyfriend’s. 

They pawed at each other, Bucky pulling off his shirt and pushing down his jeans and briefs in one go, so that his cock sprang free. Steve immediately wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few tugs, making Bucky whimper into his mouth. You watched them with hooded eyes, as amazed by their beauty today as you had been the first time you’d seen them together. 

Somehow, Bucky pulled back from Steve’s lips and removed the hand from his weeping cock. Bucky gave the slightly taller man a light shove in the shoulder and with a smirk, Steve allowed himself to fall back onto the mattress, the springy surface bouncing as he landed down next to you. Bucky yanked at Steve’s jeans, dragging them off him as though they offended him, which in this moment, they probably had. You knew how Bucky got when there was something between him and his prize. 

Steve was commando under his pants, and you swore you saw Bucky’s eyes light up as they zoned in on Steve’s cock. He shuffled forward, hovering over Steve’s crotch and then, looking up into his boyfriend’s face, allowed a string of saliva to fall from his lips to land right on Steve’s tip. Both you and Steve moaned at the sight, and Bucky just grinned.

“Were you a bit jealous that our little darlin’ was getting all of my oral skills? Cos it sounded that way.” Bucky wrapped his hand around Steve and rubbed his thumb in the puddle of his spit, smearing it as far as he could reach. “You know all you gotta do is ask, punk.” He slowly started to move his hand up and down, and Steve gasped, his long eyelashes kissing his cheekbones in a way you thought should have been illegal.

“Buck…”

“Got a question for me, Stevie?”

You repressed a smirk. You loved it when Bucky got a little cheeky, a little dominant with Steve. You didn’t know why, but seeing Steve in a more submissive position always got you a bit hot and bothered. You weren’t naturally dominant in a bedroom setting, but every so often you got the itch. Today, however, you were happy to watch and go where your boys led you.

“Bucky… please…” Steve was going whiny now and it made you shiver in anticipation.

“You need my mouth on you, blondie? Need my tongue to drive you wild? Then you gotta ask. Ask for where you want me.”

Bucky tightened his grip, drawing another gasp from Steve as he tried to form words.

“I… want you to eat me, Buck. Please!”

Bucky smiled. “Now, was that so hard, Stevie? Hands and knees for me, big boy.” He let go of Steve’s cock so he could roll, and then shifted his gaze to you. “Need you to slide under, darlin’, and give that beautiful cock of his the love it deserves.” You smiled back and shimmied yourself into position, not being able to resist the urge to lick right over his tip, and taste his musky, salty essence.

“Cali, Bucky - You’re killing me.” A glance revealed his trembling forearms as he anticipated the pleasure to come.

“Oh, baby, we ain’t even started yet.” Those were the last coherent words you heard from Bucky for a while, as he pushed Steve’s thighs wider apart and leant forward. Your own position didn’t allow for much of a viewing angle, but the sound that left Steve’s throat and the small flex of his hips let you know when Bucky had started his second round of tongue gymnastics. You shifted again and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, and started your own task.

“Oh… fuck. Fuck!”

You suckled and swirled your tongue and attuned your ears to the whimpering coming from Steve and the lewd, slurping sounds emanating from somewhere behind him. You could see the tension in Steve’s body, the tendons and veins in his arms all pronounced, his abs clenching and relaxing. You moved your hand up to his balls, cupping them gently and massaging them, before pressing your fingers against the spit slick patch of skin just behind them, rubbing over his prostate from the outside as Bucky tongue-fucked Steve’s hole and you tormented his cock with your own tongue.

Steve was breathing heavily, desperately trying to hold back, but he was fighting a losing battle. He might have stamina and determination, but Bucky and you were more determined. When his legs started to tremble along with his arms, you readied yourself, hollowing your cheeks and pressing your tongue onto the fat vein on the underside of his cock. He came with a shout, spurting thick ropes of cum into your mouth with such force some seeped out around your lips and ran down your cheek.

“C-Cali… you need to move…” Steve’s voice was strained, but you heard him, and letting his cock fall from your mouth, you shifted out from under him so he could collapse forward onto the bed. He turned his head to look at you as he regained his breath, eyes wide and glassy as after-shocks of pleasure darted through his body.

You looked over to where Bucky had come back up onto his knees. His eyes were black with lust, his face shiny and wet from a combination of your juices and his own saliva. You spread your thighs and held your arms open as he knee-walked across the expanse of the bed and pressed his weight down on you. He licked the errant drops of Steve’s cum off your face before kissing you passionately.

“Want you to fuck me, Bucky. I need you.”

“I know, doll. I know. Need you too. Need you both.”

It took only a moment for Bucky to line himself up, and then he was being enveloped by you. Your fingernails scratched at his shoulders and you cried out. 

The mattress shifted beside you, and you turned to find that Steve had moved closer. He kissed you, hard and deep as Bucky fucked into you at a steady pace. Unlike when he’d been eating you out, it was clear that Bucky wanted this to last. He knew how to angle himself to caress your g-spot and hasten your orgasm, but he wasn’t doing it, at least not yet. He wanted you aroused and desperate. The teasing bastard.

Steve pulled his lips from yours and leant across to Bucky, whispering something in his ear as he pressed kisses to the brunette’s jaw line. Bucky’s eyes twinkled and suddenly he flipped, rolling onto his back and taking you with him, his hands firm on your hips, finger tips digging in and likely to leave small marks of possession for you to look at in the mirror later. Steve leant over the side of the bed, rifling around in the pile of discarded clothes for something, before he moved up behind you, between Bucky’s now spread thighs his feet planted flat as he thrust upwards into your wet heat.

Steve pressed his firm body up against your back, and you could feel that his cock had recovered; you’d always been in awe of his stamina and recovery speed. His hands, with fingers long and slim, skimmed down your side and covered Bucky’s, helping to move you a-top him.

“This is how it should be, isn’t it? This just feels right, the three of us here, like this. The pair of you are so beautiful, and fuck, if I don’t just want to spend the rest of my life watching you.” His hands slid back up to cup your breasts, rolling your nipples between thumb and forefinger, and you gasped, your head leaning back on his shoulder, his ocean blue eyes mesmerising you. “Fuck! I love you both so much.” He kissed you, messily, and then pushed you down towards Bucky, who took over the kisses. 

Steve cupped the globes of your ass, jiggling the soft flesh and pulling on them, watching Bucky’s cock, now copiously covered in your cream, slide in and out of your pussy.

“Bucky’s filling you up so much, but how would you like to be fuller?” The fingers on one hand shifted and brushed over your tight rear hole, making you shudder and clench down. Bucky groaned into your mouth and then tore his lips from yours.

“Do that again, punk. She liked it.”

“Of course she did, she’s our beautiful, dirty girl.”

He curled over your back and pushed his thumb into Bucky’s mouth. The engineer sucked on it eagerly before letting it go, only for Steve to rub it over the ring of muscle.

“Oh God…” It felt so deliciously taboo.

There was some rustling, followed by the sound of a packet being torn open, and then you felt cold lube being drizzled over your asshole. Steve pressed his thumb against you again, smearing the lube, and pushing the tip of  it inside. 

Both Bucky and Steve had fucked your ass before, but never like this, with one of them already stuffed deep inside your pussy. You were 30% anxious, but 70% eager, and lay down flatter on Bucky, spreading your knees even wider to ready yourself. Your fingers clung to Bucky’s shoulders as he rocked gently under you, allowing you to concentrate on what Steve was doing.

With a little more pressure, his thumb tip popped into your ass, and he gently fucked it in and out. When you heard him chuckle, you realised that you were already moving your hips to help him along.

“Ready for more, sweetheart?”

“Please!”

Steve carefully pulled his thumb from you, and you let out a whimper of disappointment, despite knowing that the empty sensation wouldn’t last for long. He applied a bit more lube and then slid his index finger, slimmer but longer than his thumb, inside of you. He only pumped it a few times before you felt him add a second finger. The pair of them, combined with Bucky in your pussy, were making you feel so very full, and a bit light headed. Bucky pressed kisses to your brow and petted your hair, still moving softly.

“That’s it, darlin’. Just relax and let Stevie in.”

You nodded, your cheek rubbing against his thick and hairy chest, and then let out a gasp as Steve added a third finger.

“You can’t come yet, Cali. You gotta wait until I’m inside you. Need to feel you squeezing us both. Can you do that for me?”

Your eyes were squeezed shut, and you bit at your lower lip, the sensations so overwhelming already. “Hmm-hmm.”

Steve growled at your noise of agreement.

“I need a colour from you, baby. I need words.”

You dragged a ragged breath into your lungs, trying to get your brain to work.

“G-green, Stevie. So green.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers left you, but were swiftly replaced by the head of his cock. You urged your body to relax as he pushed in. You keened, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you felt fuller than you’d ever felt in your life.

“Fuck!” You let out your exclamation as Steve bottomed out within you with a grunt. Bucky’s hands slid up and down your sides in a soothing motion.

“You good, darlin?”

“Peachy, Buck. I just need a moment.”

You took a few seconds to process how you were feeling. Warm, full, but overall, loved. Bucky had already felt this, connected to you and Steve so intimately, and Steve also to some extent. You’d even had your own little ‘taste’ of this, but what you were doing now was so very different, and while not totally overwhelming, it was still A Lot ™. Your whole body throbbed and you realised that you were on a hair trigger, so close to coming, but annoyingly still too far away.

A little whimper escaped your lips, and you tentatively moved your hips, making the boys shift inside you. All three of you gasped.

“Fuck, Stevie. I can feel you inside her. Cali, please, can we move? I need to move!” Bucky had threaded the fingers of your right hand with his left, and you looked at the tattoos that decorated his arm. 

“Yes. Please. I need you both to love me.” You turned your head to look over your shoulder at Steve, who smiled gently down at you, and then moved his right hand to cover yours where it held Bucky’s, joining you all together in another way, and one that felt more poignant.

“Not a problem, sweetheart. Not a problem.”

Steve started to move first, small, experimental thrusts that pushed you onto Bucky and filled you to the brim with both of them, and you couldn’t help but start to move yourself, helping to control the pace. The feeling was so strange inside you, feeling them both moving, but in different directions and in different places, but as you got used to it, as you all got used to it, you all became more frenetic. Bucky kissed your mouth; Steve dusted your shoulders with his own lips, and all you could do was get carried away on the pleasure. It rolled through you in waves, cresting and dipping, but never quite ever disappearing. You could feel the wetness seeping out of you around Bucky’s cock and dripping down onto his crotch. You could hear the lewd sounds from where Steve was plunging in and out of your ass, his body curled over your back. Sweat rolled down your body and your legs and arms shook from your near continuous orgasm.

Bucky came in you first, his movements getting faster and more uncoordinated, so Steve held still, to give him room to do so, hips snapping up into your spasming cunt.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Cali! Steve!”

Steve lent further over you, pushing you down onto Bucky, so he could kiss him over your shoulder. It was awkward and a bit messy, but you loved hearing Bucky whine into Steve’s mouth as continued to fill your pussy.  As Bucky regained his breath and composure, he held you tight to him, letting Steve have the chance to find his own end within the tight embrace of your body. He was feral, fingers gripping your hips hard, adding a second set of marks to match the ones Bucky had placed on you earlier.

“You’re mine. Both of you. Love you both so goddamn much. Oh fuck, yes!” 

The feeling of his hot cum filling your ass, along with the whole filthiness of this session of loving with your boys, triggered one last orgasm in you as you lay sprawled on Bucky. Steve collapsed over you, although he took some of his weight on your arms. You liked the feeling of being a bit squashed between them. You all exchanged soft gentle kisses to wherever you could reach.

Eventually though, you all needed to move. Steve rolled off of you in one direction and you rolled off Bucky in the other. You turned your head to look at your dark haired lover.

“I definitely approve of this bed, Bucky. 10 out of 10. But I hope you’ve got a lot of spare sheets for it.” You looked pointedly at the wet patch that had formed around and under him. “And a lot of mattress protectors.”

“Ever the practical one, ain’t ya, darlin’?”

You chuckled, and Steve snorted.

“One of us has to be, and it ain’t you or me, jerk.”

Bucky reached out for one of the pillows and launched it towards Steve’s head.

“Speak for yourself, punk.”

You rolled your eyes in affectionate dismay, before pushing yourself up and off the bed. You sashayed towards the en-suite, eager to clean the cum from your body, but stopped in the doorway and looked coquettishly over your shoulder.

“I’m going to try out the shower. First one to find me a towel gets to join me. The other get’s to start changing the sheets.”

You smiled as you walked into your new bathroom and pushed the door mostly closed, listening to the sounds of scrabbling and friendly rivalry from the other side.

You were home.

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[monsterkin-culture-is]

shadowkin tips/help with themes of feralness, anger, disgust, and pure hatred for humanity? I would also help reccomending with intrusive thoughts if you’d like!

Hey!! This was a bit of a tough one so sorry if it's not quite what you were thinking!!

Create A Dark Wardrobe: Black, dark blues & purples and maybe browns will definitely match your (assumed) shadowkin appearance. If you like the idea but want a splash of colour you could mix in rainbow accessories (they'll pair well with black) or look into fashion subcultures such as pastel goth. I recommended on my zombiekin tips that you could use sunglasses if your kintype is sensitive to light and I think that could be relevant to you as well!

Join Alternative Subcultures: Not quite the hatred for humanity but along the same theme. Alternative subcultures are a good place to find like-minded people, often those more side-lined by society. You're likely already familiar with the term given you're on tumblr but I've got to recommend the voidpunk community! They're all about embracing being nonhuman and/or experiencing dehumanisation and have a huge focus on identity & creativity. They have a similar idea to fursonas, called voidsonas. Also, if you want to easily browse subcultures, I recommend the aesthetics wiki fandom as a quick jumping off point!

Get Involved In Activism: This was my first thought given the hatred for humanity themes. Right humanity's wrongs! I think it could be a positive way to channel your disdain & there's plenty of opportunities to help out. This doesn't have to be protests, you could always volunteer at your local charity store or help a relative.

Shadowkin Themed Foods: This was a bit of a challenge so the list is quite mismatched but something is better than nothing! You could make a meal using black spaghetti (made using squid ink). There are also purple carrots & potatoes though those might be harder to come across! For sweet options there's liquorice, blackberry & raspberry jellies (a personal favourite)(they're sweets, not actual jellies!), and cola candy sticks, lollies etc.

Spend Time In The Dark: It's sort of in the title. Don't give yourself eyestrain but you could always listen to music/podcasts, meditate or stargaze in the dark. I often lay in the dark with my curtains open to bathe in the moonlight as I find it calming & it helps me to sleep!

Collect Crystals: This isn't a particularly shadowkin hobby but it made me think about crystals such as obsidian, amethyst etc that might suit your kintype. Collecting these or getting jewellery of them might be of interest!

(DIY) Gear: Obviously I don't have all the ins and outs of your kintype but you might be interested in this paper claw tutorial (youtube link). Horns can be made using tinfoil & masking tape and then painted over! I don't know how to DIY fangs but they can be found quite easily this time of year, same as coloured contacts (glow in the dark contacts might be of interest to a shadowkin!).

My general tip to all kins is to try and create stuff for your kintype. It doesn't have to be artwork; You could create a moodboard which can then be the cover for your kin spotify playlist! Roleplaying as an oc or kinsona can also help you to connect to your species.

Unfortunately I'm not really qualified to give mental health advice. I would check trusted resources such as Healthline, WebMD & the NHS. Most sources I quickly flicked through say that just letting it happen & ignoring them is the best method. There are 2 pieces of 'info' I have though that might be of help! The first is from my own experience. When I was younger, I would often imagine the intrusive thought written down on a piece of paper in my mind. I would then mentally light that piece of paper on fire, therefore destroying the thought and all the bad vibes that came with it! My other snippet is something I read online a couple years back. It's the idea that your first thought is intrusive/what you've been conditioned to believe and your second/correcting thought it what you actually think/feel. This is a good mentally to avoid feeling guilty for thoughts you really can't help and aren't at all responsible for. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help here but know the thoughts do not reflect who you actually are and they're a perfectly normal thing to suffer from💜 Sorry this was a little late and lengthy! I hope some of it was somewhat useful. Take care of yourself!

[starsinmylatte]

I was working on some fun little self-ship moodboards as a way to wind down before bed, and I kind of realized that Nanami and Higuruma really do call to the different, constantly warring sides of my personality.

Like, with Nanami I’d want to return to my roots and have a home in the country/mountains with a massive garden and small little section to have ducks (because chickens are mean little bastards). I want to sit on a porch swing curled up against him and watch our children catch fireflies at night while we read and relax in each other’s arms. I'd have time to pick up my sewing and crafting again and maybe even have my own small bakery/coffee shop.

For some reason, the man calls to the part of me that wants a peaceful, stress-free life and to make a home and a family.

For Higuruma, I want to continue being my cynical, morbidly funny, and downright weird medical professional self. Real eccentric Pathologist x exhausted lawyer hours.

We’d have a city apartment within walking distance of our workplaces and kiss under the doorframe before we left each morning, me in my scrubs and mismatched compression socks and him with his permanently ruffled suit. He's the guy who'd meet me at home with takeout after a rough day at work because he knows all too well that he'd burn water if he tried to cook the food himself.

After a terrible day at work, we doordash food and split a bottle of wine in the bathtub while we wait. Tipsy kisses turn into lingering caresses….. and the food is delivered, but it waits outside the door for a little while. Oh well, we just reheat it later.

[aeraras]

　ㅤ   ෫ಌ 　꯳⃘꤫⃛͡𖢅　 𝄞͏ིུ　  ৡ⃪꫶⃗t　 

　　 ㅤ 　ᯤ̸.ཻུ۪۪۪۫ 　ৡ⃪꫶⃗ ᭄　 ৡ⃪꫶͜ᩘꙮ　  ⃝꙰⃝꙰⃝꙰⃝꙰.༒

[lilaquette]

✧　　　❛　　　purple⠀⠀dreams⠀⠀♑　　➛

[peligin-eyed]

OC Lodgings Moodboards: Charlie’s Rooms above a Gambling Den

A motley collection of mismatched furnishings, daring art pieces, and random drapery. It is brightly lit and rather colorful. The noise from down below only occasionally rattles the windows. Good god, why would anyone need so many throw pillows?

[8makes1newworld]

A part two as requested. @last-words-ofashootingstar was responsible for about ninety percent of this happening, her big brain deserves the credit and her artistic touch with the moodboard she made above. Cameo appearances of other fandom figures also.

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Slowly you awoke to the sunlight streaming through your open window. Unable to make out your surroundings while you sat up and looked around yourself. Upon realizing you were in your own room you began to relax.

Still an ominous feeling cloaked across your body as you tried to piece together the night before. Barely recalling any details of the excursion to the beach the previous night before.

You groaned as you got your tired body out of bed. A small scar on your finger throbbed, drawing your attention and prompting you to rack your brain as to when you had injured your finger.

“Shit!” You raced to the closet to grab some clothes so that you could go take the driver's test that you had been looking forward to for some time.

“y/n it's time to go! What's taking so long?” Soyeon, your workaholic mother knocked at the door of your room and nearly scared you witless.

“Almost there!” You called out while frantically thumbing through your clothes. About to have a breakdown when you couldn't find your favorite cozy Hello Kitty hoodie, your favorite shirt and your favorite pair of jeans were somehow missing as well.

“Damn it! Are they all in the laundry basket?!” You whined dramatically and donned a few random pieces of clothes, mismatched but time was not on your side presently to complain.

“y/n give me back my Converses or I'll be assisting you with your test!” Your big brother Beomgyu was beating on your door. Nearly falling into you when you opened it suddenly.

“Sheesh, is it you who's holding my clothes hostage as leverage? Give them up now! I don't have your shoes!” You put your hands on your hips and scowled at him.

Beomgyu dramatically shook his head. “I don't have any of your smelly clothes!”

“Uh huh, right.” You approached him with murder in your eyes.

“It's okay you can keep my shoes! Just let me live!” He raced down the hallway away from you. Thoroughly intimidated by you.

You sighed defeatedly and turned to go to the bathroom, working on your hygiene before hurrying outside to meet up with your parents who were waiting for you.

“Is everything okay, y/n?” Your father Chan asked, who always seemed aware when you weren't feeling yourself caused you to look up at him in surprise.

“She seems to have had too much time on her phone, sleeping late again.” Soyeon muttered quaintly and got into the driver's side of the car.

“Can't I speak for myself…” You rolled your eyes and sat down in the backseat of the car, buckling up and pretending to ignore your mother.

“You know you can always come to me if you need to talk? I’m always here for you, pumpkin.” Chan looked through your open window at you and gazed at you with genuine concern.

“Sure I do.” You replied softly, looking at him in earnest. Really you didn't know what you could talk about with him. First you felt you had went out last night. The place that you had been forbidden to go to. Yet your memories were fleeting and you had no idea how you had gotten back into your own bed.

With that Soyeon drove away. You gazed out the window and started to lose yourself in your head. Tuning out your big brother in the front seat talking with your mom and playing a noisy game on his phone.

‘This is going to be a long day…’ You thought to yourself and spaced out.

🌌

Hours later you were exhausted, fortunately though you were to secure a pass on your driver's test. The only high point of the day you felt. Now you were meandering through grocery store aisles to pick up ingredients for dinner.

You were turning around after picking up a few packages of frozen vegetables. Though to your horror you smacked right into a person's chest.

“Oh I'm sorry- wait…” You gasp as your eyes traversed the face of the male who was looking down at you. His face handsome and familiar at the same time.

“You're wearing…” You stepped back quickly and looked at the Hello Kitty hoodie that he was wearing. Identical to the one that you were missing.

“Me? Yes someone special to me was kind enough to lend it to me.” The stranger replied with a deep voice that seemed to wash over every cell of your body with the purpose of enchantment.

“Ah right…” You looked down at his jeans. The wash uncannily similar to yours, looking as though they fit him like capris.

You blinked when your eyes reached his shoes. The same kind of converse that Beomgyu wore.

“Uh… you're dressed well… I mean I have the same hoodie somewhere…” You shifted nervously. The elegant and graceful aura that blanketed him seemed to not quite match the clothes that he wore.

“Is that so? The clothes are nice. I know they look good on you.” He gave a charming smile. Darkness in his eyes that sparked something inside of you. A feeling of familiarity in your gut that you just couldn't put your finger on.

“Uh … nice to meet you… I should be going…” You mumbled awkwardly and clutched your groceries against yourself as if they could help you with recharging your social battery.

“Ah, what a shame I enjoyed the chat. I'm Seonghwa, I want you to know that because I believe fate will allow us to continue meeting.” A smile twitched at the corners of Seonghwa's lips.

“I don't believe in fate… Seonghwa.” You shook your head and tried to steady your breathing, making your getaway because you didn't trust him.

He watched you leave with a cocksure smile. Finding you amusing and adorable at the same time just like the first time that he met you.

'You don't have to believe in fate. But I do'

🌌

(Gimme love, gimme love, gimme love)

Oh, please now

Do this just for me, yeah

I don't ask for much

Gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, baby

(Gimme love, gimme love, gimme love)

You sang along with your playlist as you gazed out at dusk falling outside your window. The song by Sia seemed to only bring the feelings that you'd pushed down to only surface at times like now. When you were alone and no one could see you wishing to be able to venture out for a world that was larger than what you experienced, to be able to find love.

With a wistful sigh you reminded yourself that it was all fairytales. That it was safer to abide by the cynicism of your mind.

Your stomach grumbled and interrupted your melancholic contemplations. Still you ignored it, deciding to tune into YouTube instead and watch an old episode of Good Mythical Morning.

Seonghwa however was lurking outside, wanting to make sure that you were taking care of yourself. He frowns when he sees that you weren't going to get food. Deciding instead to take matters into his own hands.

At the end of the episode you heard a slapping sound against the window. Two slaps to be exact. Hesitantly you approached the window, looking at the sill in puzzlement when you see two fish neatly aligned with each other.

“Did a gull drop these?” You asked yourself out loud as if the answer would come to you from our of the void.

You peeked outside your window, missing the siren hiding in the overgrown hedge bushes that grew near your window.

Honestly you didn't know what to do with the fish that were so neatly presented before you as if it were a gift.

“I suppose I could cook these at a high enough temperature to kill the bacteria…” You trailed off thoughtfully and picked up the seafood.

Meanwhile Seonghwa was wincing in confusion, a pained grimace on his face as he shook his head.

Why ruin the fish by cooking them?

He didn't understand. But as long as you managed to eat them he was happy. Once you left the window he slipped off to go to the ocean. A place that he could go to make his plans. Plans that were necessary because he physically couldn't stay away from you for long at a time.

[m-ilkiee]

I’m sorry but I need you to talk about fashion!! I lit never see anyone talk about it and I love your outfits on your monsters board!

*Layla arising from the dead and levitating* my time has come!

First of all, thank you for liking my monsters moodboard (I'll put it back up on tumblr again, I know a lot of you missed it!). I know not many people really care about dressing, so as long as it's comfortable and that's okay. However I prioritize looking good over comfortability. Bonus if I look good AND comfortable. Growing up with older sisters meant as much as I watched cartoons, I also watched channels E-entertainment, M-tv, Fashion the likes. We had fashion scrapbooks where we'd cut out magazines and old newspaper clippings and paste there - my immediate elder sister now makes her own clothes btw - back then, The Sun nigeria had a fashion police section outlining the dos and don'ts and fashion fails (god they were BRUTAL. I miss that column 😔 Tiktok could NEVER)

One thing that has stuck with me right from secondary school was the fact that I always cleaned up nice in regular wear. My school was one for uniforms (and they made us wear white socks instead of black socks which would have made our uniform infinite times better), so Saturday classes and summer school were my chances to shine. I also barely got new clothes and it was always hand me downs of outdated clothes so I had to figure out how to make things work with me. Fashion is a part of my identity; from my emo phase in junior high, to my J-fashion in senior secondary to university, each style is my identity at that time.

Naturally, fashion also influences the way my characters behave. If you observed cartoons, shows and TV tropes in general, you can tell what a character by the clothes they are wearing and their possible influences. In monsters, reader is new to university and new to wearing clothes that are more modern, so she observes Emma to see what people would like or not. Izana is more rebellious, I see him making his own ripped jeans from old jeans like how punks used to do back in the 2000s. Mikey likes comfort, but he knows now he has appearances to keep and follows the pattern Emma had given him to dress.

To me, there are three things important to fashion. Choosing the right colour. Choosing the right clothes for your shape and size and choosing a good quality material. The last one is important as the reason I still could reuse my sisters old clothes was how good quality it was - this is why I hate HATE fast fashion brands like Shein and influencer brands and I never buy from them 😃.

If you ask me my unpopular fashion opinions I would say: There is nothing wrong wearing dupes of certain luxury brands. Yes, people may tell you that its "pathetic" to try and look rich, but like so what? There are dupes that are really good quality -for example a lot of Aba boy dupes are actually good- and if you want to look cute why tf not? Whether anyone notices or not is none of their business, you're not bankrupting gucci if you wear a fake gucci belt. Gucci will be fine, I guarantee you.

Secondly, stacking expensive jewerly that doesn't match is tacky asf. Unless you're doing something like decora and decora has an eye for detail, stacking lines of luxury brands jewelry is the true sign of desperation, especially when you're trying to prove you're rich or fit in a status quo. Don't wear mismatched fits eg shoes that don't match the clothes, different coloured jewelry, ill matched colours just to prove you have designer items.

Lastly; stop shopping from shein.

[bobfloydsbabe]

I'm in the 'moo'd for a board, my dear! 🐮

And I’m in the moo’d to provide you with one, my love. This is a bit of a mismatched board, but there are definitely some dark academia vibes. I hope you like it!

send me a 🐮 and i will refresh my pinterest and give u my first four pics as a random moodboard

[jenfaery]

Hey! Send ur top moodboard, least favorite moodboard, and most mentioned blog moodboard. Spread this to other people and wishes for you ❤️ Everyone loves your blog!

heyhey!! here u goo:

︵‿︵‿୨ top moodboard ୧‿︵‿︵

recently made it and i just love it soo much!!!

︵‿︵‿୨ least favorite moodboard ୧‿︵‿︵

it's really mismatched so i don't really like it and it kinda old so i didn't really delete it

︵‿︵‿୨ most mentioned ୧‿︵‿︵

put alot of effort so it turned out great <33