Trying Something New - Tumblr Posts
I made this for the new work-away people that are here :D (I didn't use a base this time! Also made this after drinking a bit so it's probably not the BEST but I think it's fine),
Trying out an old style I use to do (force fade)
work in progress
Prissssssym!!!! Hi hi <3333 I've heard that it's quite rare for a male Fuchsia blood to exist. Do you find that weird as well, or do you feel it's more common to see a male Fuchsia blood than others think it is?
"Mmmmmmmm."
Let's just... Give him some time to wake up.
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"Ugh. I don't know. Maybe? I guess? I see the perceived lack of males as quite arbitrary compared to the lack of my entire caste as a whole. But honestly, in my experience at least, there have been a pretty even amount of both primary sexes in the Fuchsia caste. The women just tend to dominate more in royalty-standards. Which is fine. I guess."
Okay so I usually don’t request, but since you opened them I really want to. There is just a little problem I don’t know wat to request 😅 Their are a few things I would like in the scenario and maybe you can do your magic 🥰 If it’s possible I want a yoongi scenario with:
Hand kink (because it’s Yoongi and especially after hearing that they are rough 🥵)
His body hair like his happy trail or armpits (some time ago you had that post with his armpit hair and for some reason it’s hot on him)
I hope it’s not weird, but I don’t request that much😆. But it can be with one of your characters if you like 💜
𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𓃠
bloom - MYG
pairing — dom!yoongi x reader
genre/rating — R | smut, fluff
word count — 1.6K
warnings/tags — strong language, age gap, brother’s best friend au, psychologist!yoongi, explicit smut — oral (m), office sex, throat fucking, dirty talk, spitting, fingering, hair pulling, spanking, slight overstimulation, cum swallowing
a/n — it’s not weird!! lord this request had two of my favorite things of his, you can see how much I rave about his hands + his armpit hair. this got longer than expected I had to cut so much out help
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The surprise on his face has your heart stuttering in your chest. He springs up from his chair as if he didn’t know you were here, despite the receptionist giving him a call to inform him of his unexpected visitor. He takes you into his arms, pressing you firmly against his chest.
“What are you doing here?”
You lean up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, “I went to see Joon and then I said I’ll come see you before I head back to the hotel.”
He guides you behind his desk, sitting you on his lap while he finishes off the email he was busy with before you came in.
You’re not mad at all that it’s been ten minutes since you arrived and all you did was watch him type out over five emails. His pretty fingers skating across the keyboard sends a tingle down the length of your spine. How could someone have such gorgeous hands? Blue veins bulging from under the skin with his movements, protruding knuckles. You’re very aware of how skilled those hands are. What they’re capable of.
The same hand curls around your thigh and you snap back to reality with the feel of his rough skin dragging up your own.
The same hand curls around your thigh and you snap back to reality with the feel of his rough skin dragging up your own.
“You’re wriggling.”
You laugh nervously, “sorry.”
He shakes his head, “so how have you been?”
You clear your throat, the white button up he’s wearing only adds to the heat spreading across your face. Plus the intoxicating smell of his cologne and his natural scent swarms all your senses. You could almost taste it.
“Good. Work is…good, y-you?”
He narrows his eyes at you, readjusting you on his lap before dipping his head to look into your eyes. You glance at him with sweat collecting on your back where his other hand rests, hyperaware of the close proximity.
“What?”
The corner of his mouth stretches into a smirk, “I see. Work is good for me.”
You jolt forward when he places both his hands on your shoulders and brings you back against his chest, hands sliding down to spread your legs apart.
His lips graze the shell of your ear, and your chest is heaving by his featherlight touches on your inner thigh. You scrunch your eyes shut when he whispers your name into your ear, the heat from his breath surging through you to collect in your core.
“Wait.”
You break from his hold and jump off his lap, one thing you’ve been dreaming of ever since the first time you tried it burning into your mind.
His eyes track your movement as you drop to your knees between his legs, hand inching up his shirt to yank at his tie and catch his lips in a searing kiss. Moans spilling into his mouth involuntarily after months of being away from the sensation. You pull out his shirt from inside his slacks, unbuttoning it just as fast as he grips your hair and deepens the kiss, tongue sliding across yours.
“What’s gotten into you?” He pants, sitting back in the chair while you spread open his shirt and drink in the sight of his pale skin. The tufts of dark hair under his arms driving you wild before your lips latch onto the skin below his belly button, tongue darting out to lick at his happy trail.
He groans above you, fingers raking through your hair once again when you nip at the skin of his chest, greedy hands gripping his sides.
“Missed you,” you repeat, making quick work of removing his belt and undoing the button on his slacks. He lifts his hips willingly for you to pull it down to the floor. Thick bulge straining in his boxer briefs.
You watch his Adam’s apple jump as your fingers dance across the outline of his cock, stomach quivering under your palm when you snap the band of his underwear against his skin. His tongue wets his lower lip, nails digging into your scalp in warning.
Salivating at the thought of having his cock in your mouth, you decide to ditch the teasing you had planned and pull his length out of his briefs, tongue poking out when you catch the bead of precum at the tip. Holding his gaze, you grip the base of his cock and run your tongue along the head, the heavy feeling of his cock has you shifting uncomfortably. Your pussy clenches at the promise of him pounding you into the mattress like he did during your last visit.
He nudges your head forward and you hollow out your cheeks, tongue flicking the frenulum before twisting up his cock, spit drizzling down for an easy slide.
“Fuck,” he grunts, urging you to go deeper by snapping his hips toward your mouth.
You oblige by taking him to the back of your throat, tongue curling around the thick vein on the side before pulling back and taking in a deep breath of air. By the way he adjusts his grip of your hair and the determined look in his eyes, you place your hands on his thighs and prepare for him to abuse your throat. Eyes scrunching shut as the tip grazes the back with you moaning around his length, swallowing on each thrust to hear him groan and hiss.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps, fingers tangled in your hair while he fucks your throat with rapid flexes of his hips, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
His cock smacks your cheek when he pulls out to give you some time to breath before lodging his cock deep inside your throat once again. Eyes prickling with tears when he holds you in place and rolls his hips against your face, balls slapping your chin when he regains his pace.
You’re relishing in the filthy sounds coming from his mouth, sweat glistening on his broad chest as he uses your throat to his heart’s content. Your jaw begins to ache and spit leaks down the sides of your mouth, but you’re all too consumed by the view and the feeling to care.
Feeling his cock twitch in your mouth, you reach up and roll his balls in your palm, obedient eyes peering up at him.
“Fuck. You’re gonna swallow all my cum?”
You nod eagerly, whimpering with your mouth stuffed full.
“No, wanna cum on this pretty face,” he grits, thumb pressing into your cheek enough for more of your slick to seep out of your cunt.
Your eyes widen when he goes deeper into your throat, his leaking tip reaching an untouched spot with languid strokes.
“Or on these pretty tits,” he reaches into your shirt and cups your breast through your bra, tugging at your pebbled nipple.
You double your efforts, squeezing his balls while pressing your tongue into the underside of his cock, a particularly loud moan rumbling from his chest.
He pulls you off his length harshly and tugs at his cock, lip tucked between his teeth.
“Come on, get your tongue out.”
Sticking your tongue out as far as it can go, his cock lays heavy on the wet muscle as thick, white ropes splatter into your mouth, some hitting your cheek and chest while he keeps you in place. You swallow every last drop, lips suctioning around the head to hear him hiss.
You gasp when he lifts you to your feet by your hair and spins you around swiftly, flipping up your skirt with a resounding smack to your ass.
“Such a dirty girl, so eager to get on your knees for me,” he smacks your ass again, calloused hands soothing the burn, “bend over.”
Your elbows hit the desk as you stick your ass out for him, trembling at the prospect of having his long fingers buried inside your sopping pussy.
“Sucking me off gets you this wet, hmm?” He pushes your panties to the side, fingers spreading your folds open while you’re trying to stay on your feet, watching him over your shoulder, core throbbing.
He spits noisily on your pussy, thumb mixing his saliva and your arousal together before plunging two fingers into your walls. Your eyes slip shut, head hung between your shoulders as he fucks his fingers into your cunt.
“Yoongi, fuck,” you cry, rolling your ass onto his hand while he curls his fingers to rub your sweet spot.
Your mouth hangs open, legs trembling when he adds a third finger and fucks into you quicker, the other hand holding you wide open for him.
“This is what you wanted. My fingers in your tiny little pussy. Fuck look what a mess you’re making.”
Mewling at his words, you urge him to go faster, the pleasure sparking when he reaches down to rub at your clit, head sinking down to hit the desk.
“Yes, yes, please.”
“Please what?”
He rubs your clit at breakneck speed, fingers sinking into your quivering hole with loud squelches. Chuckling when your legs slip and he has to hold you up with his arm around your waist.
“Wanna cum, please,” you moan, grinding on his hand filthily, “wanna cum on your fingers.”
His palm presses into your clit, fingers digging into that spot repeatedly until you tip over the edge with an overwhelming wave pulsing through you, warmth sizzling over your skin. He fucks you through your high, growling words of praise before pulling you back onto his lap.
He tucks your hair behind your ear, cuddling you to him while you hum sleepily, still spasming from your orgasm.
“I said I was gonna come see you later,” he laughs, kissing down the column of your throat, “so you better be ready for me.”
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About My Blog
Hey moonies, I'm not sure how to 100% start this, so bare with me😭🙏🏽
I first downloaded Tumblr for more inspiration than I already get on pintrest. I've seen a lot of blogs that have inspired me to even maybe start to my own...
My current goals for my blog is to keep track of myself, since I'm trying to become healthier and have my dream lifestyle, and to record small moments of my life that I appreciate, I think it'll help with romanticizing life and appreciating the good things that life offers you everyday.
(If I change or think of more I'll update this post)
Comic strips aren’t really my thing..
But Mermay is an exception.
Idea came to me from a pigeon wearing glasses and carrying a jar of peanut butter. /j
Alt text:
Keith is peeking out of the water at Lance.
Keith: (Thinking) Stupid human..
Lance is talking to someone.
Keith winds back his arm, holding the blade of Marmora knife.
Keith: (Thinking) Making me feel all these things…
Keith throws the blade into the wall near Lance’s head. Lance looks at him.
Keith blushes and goes back into the water.
Keith: Shit! It saw me
Finally my Tumblr is working so I can learn how to use it, i appreciate some tips if anyone is listening
“Wow all this art is so gorgeous, I just wanna–“ *eats it and gains it’s power*
Ok, well, I didn’t gain ALL of its power, but the art still inspired me nonetheless. Here’s a peek at a short comic I’m working on!
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I believe the artworks are done by @hadroncollider on Twitter, but I’m not sure. I’ve been having a hard time tracking the artist down! If I’m incorrect, please let me know!!
I had this lying around for sometime now why not post it jsjs
(i was just testing brushes and trying something new :p)
You're not real I'm just losing my mind
its been decided
i will at least start to write a dp x gf fic. yall cant expect shit from me, but like..ill try.
i am expecting a neutral or negative response.
Souda gets bored in the kitchen, chaos ensues
My last weeks of Uni didn't get me time to practice, so now that I´m free get ready for an avalanche of mediocred content
Having fun today... just me experimenting a little
Sooo, i got myself a sample of the DinoRawrz from Abu. My first diaper using velcro tabs. I have to say i did like it, though i had to re-adjust a few times to get it just right. The best part is... wait for it... I didn't have to use duck tape to make the tabs stay!!! -wiggles happily- They stayed on the entire time i slept with no issues. I was sooo happy ^_^ I'll definitely have to get more of these!!
I Just gonna dump some personal feelings, read, or don’t it’s your life.
I feel like I’m constantly on the verge of panicking like I can feel it. Constantly I can feel how wound up I am, shoulders and jaw are tense, I can feel my heart beating in my chest, and stomach twist.
If I focus on my own thoughts too much all I can hear is how much I’m going to screw everything I ever attempt up and how I'm going to fail school and fail at getting a job and fail at ever succeeding anything.
AND IT SUCKS it fucking sucks so much like I don’t want to be constantly refocusing on thing after thing just so I can get away from my own thoughts. I don’t want to be constantly terrified of failing at a thing because I know how unhealthy that is. I want to get over it but I can’t see myself or what that would look like for me.
I just don’t want to be afraid. I’m working on it, I am working on a lot of things and I need to focus on the fact that I’m DOING something about it and not letting it stew, that is a success. It is an uphill battle but at the very least I am making a movement.
i actually draw characters i have a story for? no possible way!
their names will probably change but for now the left one is "sky" and the other one is "dr. fluffy", i will give that one a proper name at some point