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Made my own Spidersona! Not meant to be me but accidentally made her look like me (sorta)
Whoops.
She’s basically me lol
“Spidey sense is telling me there’s a Taco Bell nearby”
She doesn’t have a name yet though. Any suggestions?
I was trying for something closer to a comic book artsyle this time. I based her design in the Purple and Gold Jumping Spider. Yeah. That’s it’s actual name. Hence why I’m not using it for her 😂
If you wanna draw my girl hanging with your spider, or other hero/villain, feel free! I’d love to see it!
Click for better quality (dang it tumblr)
I swear to god if I ever need a cry I just need to watch alien stage again and just weep at the levels of hopeless devotion in Ivan and Sua.
Like what do you mean Ivan critisised Sua for her plan because she knew Mizi loved her and knew that what she had planned would hurt her??? What do you mean that Ivan had no qualms doing the same to Till because he though Till wouldnt care??? What do you mean Ivan became a trigger for Luka to use against Till, the only scenario that Ivan did not think was possible.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?
Sobbing. they were all doomed from the start I swear to god.
I want to fuck Brachium so hard he's not crying anymore.
:)
Hello my lovelies! So I was thinking of interacting with my followers, so I would like for you to ask me anything, if you’d like to know me, about the boys, any random questions that pop in your lovely head :)
~Love Yas <3
Lots of good posts about the AO3 situation going around and I just want to add:
If you find that you are distressed about not being able to access the stories that you love, tell the authors of those stories once the archive is up again! Tell them you missed them, tell them you were in the middle of one of their fics when it went down and not being able to click the Next Chapter button was agonizing, tell them all of the things you appreciate about their writing. If you're relying on artists (that includes fanfic writers!) for joy or comfort or pleasure or distraction or any other positive experience, they want to hear about it! That will make them happy, too!
YES, YOU SAW IT!!! YEY. I'M SO HAPPY!!!
Okay bro, what do you think of this idea of mine.
I thought about many options for the plot, where there is a stancest. And here I found it. In short, the idea is taken from the fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood". BUT Little Red Riding Hood and Grandma will not be there. Only a gray wolf and a hunter.
Stanford is the same gray wolf that is after the hunter and wants to make him his (and pregnant). And Stanley is the same hunter who doesn't give a damn about those laws, about those wolves and that they should be shot. He is just a man who lives in the forest and is happy with his life.
I just want to hear someone's feedback, maybe someone will take this as an idea for writing a fanfic, which I hope so.
OMG
bro, this is wild in the best way possible. like, the whole "wolf x hunter" dynamic but make it feral and horny? genius. stanford as the sly, obsessed wolf who’s all “you’re mine, deal with it,” and stanley just vibing, chopping wood, and being totally unbothered until he’s very bothered? peak drama, peak tension, peak enemies-to-lovers-to-mpreg pipeline. someone has to write this, it’s too good to stay in your head.
Tumblr does bring nostalgia, but due to the algorithm of it being slow, it doesn't want to be used or known to be a social media site for the next generation. But there is also one bad thing about it, the smut bots following our blogs.
new image for my pinned post (feel free to steal)
edit; fuck nazis too 💚
Robot pim idea
You should definitely go read the other reblogs, this has so many amazing additions! ✨
Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.
He has...a strange request.
He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.
She's glad she did.
"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."
Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.
"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"
Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.
"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."
With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.
She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.
Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.
Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.
Please, someone help me. I am invested. I desire to write this, but I don’t know enough about the lore of either fandom to properly string this along. My need is desperate, and I cannot do anything to satiate it-
In Arkham they don't allow outside media in fear of the rouges getting any ideas. This leads to them treating the staff like their own personal TV show, this leads to a level of parasocial obsession that can often be detrimental (See Harley Quinn as a notable example). So when DR. Jazz Fenton comes in with subtle hinting of government conspiracies and a 'i've seen worse' attitude they are INVESTED. Meany of them are staying just for the show, their plans can wait they NEED to know this woman's backstory.
"hey it's been awfully quiet"
"Yeah, new hire at Arkham, it happens sometimes"
*3 months later*
"sooo"
"yeah something's definitely up"
Jason: I need a look-alike. Just someone who can pretend to be me as Red Hood so I can go to class as Peter. Someone who can handle a fight. Someone who is okay with being shot at. But who?
Dan miles away, looking up from his cereal: I feel destiny calling.
Danny a tired college kid: What?
Dan racing to the window and overlooking Gotham: Someone in this city has just started the plot of my new novel.
Danny: Look Dan, ussually I would be down to help you through whatever shenanigan goes through your mind but I have a group project due that's forty percent of my grade and Peter won't answer his cell.
Dan: That's your fault for going to college.
Danny: Education is important
Dan: Education is important. College is a scam that the rich gatekeep. There is a difference. But I don't need you. I'll find my destiny on my own.
Danny: Alright, have fun, and please don't shoot anyone this time. Hiding Joker's body was hard enough, I don't want to do anything like that again.
Dan: If he wanted to live, he shouldn't have attempted chemical warfare. Play stupid games win stupid prizes.
"CANT WAIT FOR CECIL MARKOWITZ IN THE COURT OF THE DEAD!!!!" i scream as i am dragged to a mental facility
Please
Just wanted to say @regular0side-hoe06 is my first account. This is my 2nd one, I’ll be posting art and stuff on here, the other one is for shits and giggles. I’ll just repost and vibe.
And probably repost my posts by screenshooting them cuz I don’t remember my password on that account. So if it gets deleted or lost in my phone, I’ll never be able to save it. Yikes.
Also if you follow me there, pls follow me here too ;-; Please.
the way I wanna dom adrian chase SO bad😩
IM FERAL, FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, ABSOLUTELY LOSING IT OVER THIS
𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙮 || orc!bucky x princess!reader
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || you want to make peace with the orc army threatening to conquer your kingdom, but you only have one thing to offer their leader.
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 5.6k
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || SMUT (18+ only, just like my entire blog!!), monsterfucking/exophilia, size kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), penetrative sex, painful sex (kinda but not THAT bad), housewife kink, degradation (not super hard, but it's there), the slightest touch of misogyny kink?, cum swallowing/cumplay, facial, creampie, breeding kink, discussions of war and death
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 || you know that song 'the boys are back in town'? yeah that but it's 'the whores are back in town'
"I thought perhaps we could end this war."
Standing alone in the orc chieftain’s hut, wearing a dress that gave away instantly that you were a princess, demanding a treaty. No one ever accused you of being particularly weak of mind or spirit… but even for you, this was a risky move. You just hoped that the hulking orc sitting across the tent from you– with his massive stature, surprisingly-bright blue eyes, and dark brown braids of hair falling around his tusked face– couldn’t see the fear running through your veins.
He didn’t seem to; he only scoffed incredulously. "Of course, I'd like that as well. Slaughtering your people leaves my armies exhausted," he smirked.
You hadn’t been expecting the warmest welcome from the leader of your enemies– Bucky, as they called him, a strange name to a human but pretty standard for an orc– yet even so, that seemed like a pretty low blow. You should’ve felt like you had the upper-hand wearing your finest silks while he only had on a loincloth tied with leather cord and some sparse jewelry, and yet somehow you were the one who felt exposed as his gaze penetrated you.
"Why should I consider diplomacy to end a war that I'm winning?" Bucky pressed.
"Because I have something of great value to offer," you explained. "I believe this war can be ended with a diplomatic marriage."
"Marriage?" he repeated with a raised eyebrow. "Between who?"
"Well, I…" you began nervously, looking at the furs thrown down beneath your feet; your gaze shot up after a moment when you heard him let out a deep laugh, one that made his belly shake and his braids swing as he tossed his head back.
"Oh," he realized aloud, "you don't mean… you and I, do you?"
You swallowed thickly. "I just thought perhaps—"
"You thought I'd be tempted by your weak little body, your royal lineage, your riches?" he spat. "Those things are of no matter to orcs. Our women are strong, brave, and independent. You… you're so… puny. Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, wielding power not because of your intelligence or fortitude or strategy but simply because you happen to be the daughter of the king. It's pathetic."
He kept laughing as you tightened your fists. "You think I'm not brave? I came here, didn't I? I offered myself to save my kingdom," you reminded him. "I moved across enemy lines, without my father's approval—"
"Stop," he demanded, and you choked on your next word as you fell into sudden silence. "The king hasn't sent you?"
"No," you confirmed. "He's… ill. He is too weak to manage the armies alone. His military advisor wants blood, he will not hear a word of peace. So, I ordered the guard to bring me here… I will not watch my people suffer any longer, if I can stop it."
He seemed to take that much more seriously than anything else you said.
"Please," you continued, "do not let the violent nature of my father's royal general poison you to humans. We are not such a brutal people, usually…"
"Do you mean to imply that we orcs are?" Bucky pressed.
"N-no!" you stammered. "I'll admit some humans believe that, but I came here in good faith, believing you wouldn't kill me even if you could."
"You've thrown yourself into the hands of the enemy, on a whim, against your father's wishes and without his knowledge…" Bucky reiterated. "Brave, perhaps. Or just foolish."
You chewed your lip as you stared down at the ground.
"You clearly know so little about our people," he continued. "Because if you knew anything you'd know that a tribal orc war chieftain marrying a human isn't very favorable for us. My children should be fierce and fearsome… being half-human might bring shame on them."
"Well, that's not fair," you frowned. "I didn't know orcs were so prejudiced."
"As if humans aren't?" he scoffed. "A half-orc might be looked down upon in orc society, but they would be killed in human society."
That, sadly, was true, and you couldn't deny it.
“But…” he began, and you let hope fill you again as you wondered if your plan for peace could really work, “you seem to have your head on straight, mostly. I mean, for a human…”
“I try my best,” you offered humbly.
“You don’t really know what you’re asking for, with this marriage you’ve suggested,” he continued. "Orcs mate for life," he reminded you. "You wouldn't be leaving me when the allyship is through, to find another husband from another kingdom next— some puny human boy your mother likes."
You nodded.
"And we don't take commitment lightly. You would be pledged to me for all your life, and me to you— not even death permits an orc to marry again or even lay with another."
"I understand," you nodded again.
He frowned. "You've heard all this and you still think a diplomatic union is reasonable?"
You gnawed on the inside of your cheek for a second. "Well… yes. My offer still stands."
He let out a bemused huff of air from his nose. "You're tenacious, I'll give you that," he smirked. "It's a shame I'm not attracted to humans or I'd be tempted to mate you."
Your heart ached when he began to deny you that way… but you ached somewhere else as well. "You've… never laid with any creature but an orc?" you wondered aloud.
He nodded in agreement, his large tongue darting out to wet his lips. "No— elves are too stuck-up and even if I could get past the looks of a dwarfish woman, with how short she is it would probably kill her to try."
He must've caught the way you bit your lip, your eyes darting to the loincloth over his lap for a moment, because his eyes sparkled as he smirked at you.
"You've only had human partners, I assume?" he pressed. You nodded. "Good… I don't think you could handle anything else."
"N-no," you stammered, "wait…"
"What should I wait for?" he asked with a raised brow.
"For… for me to think of something else to say, to try to convince you," you answered bluntly. He smiled around his long tusks.
"You are determined to end this war," he realized.
You nodded nervously.
"But you haven't even shown me what you're offering," he purred. "Take that silly dress off."
For someone who had been throwing yourself at him a second ago, you suddenly hesitated.
"What, you're not getting shy now, are you?" he snorted. "Undress."
Shivering at the forcefulness of his demand, you reached up and started to unlace your dress, awkwardly shimmying out of it and standing before him in your undergarments.
"Gods, you humans are so conservative," he sneered. "You cover your bodies with so many layers— we orcs really only need the one," he chuckled as he tugged his loincloth for emphasis. “Take off more, show me your body.”
Finally, you untied your chemise, and dropped it to expose your chest to the warm breeze blowing gently through the tent– it must’ve been that that made your nipples peak and harden, not the way his eyes were grazing over your form.
You let it fall the rest of the way, bare before him with the light fabric pooled at your feet. His lip twitched into the subtlest snarl as you stood in front of him. You reached up to begin to take off the golden tiara in a halo around your head, but he interrupted before you could even lift it away. "No, you can leave that on," he smirked.
For a moment you almost smirked to yourself, realizing he might not have been entirely honest before when he said human royal lineage meant nothing to him.
“Turn around,” he ordered, and you slowly turned in a circle, looking back at him as he shamelessly ogled your ass.
When you were facing each other again, he carried a glimmer in his eye that made your knees a little weak.
“I’ll admit, your body is… interesting,” he offered. “Human women have a certain charm to them– some orcs prefer humans as mates, I’ve never really understood why… especially the woman, there’s no way a human man can pleasure them the way we can.”
A shiver dashed up your spine. Your gaze watched his massive hands rub over his legs– you could only imagine how an orc like him would pleasure a partner, human or orc.
“So, this offer of marriage,” he recalled, “doesn’t bring me much strategic benefit.”
“W-we have resources,” you blurted out, “we control the coasts: we have ocean fish, pearls, whale’s oil–”
“Stop,” he frowned, “I already said I have no use for your riches. Pearls? You think that’s what I want, pearls?”
You awkwardly shrunk back into yourself as you realized your folly.
“No, I’m not interested in what your kingdom can offer me as an ally,” he asserted. “I’d rather learn about what you can offer me. As my wife.”
Just the phrase ‘my wife’ from his lips, speaking of you, made your heart stop for a moment. Before you’d hatched this plan you’d never even imagined being an orc’s wife– except maybe when you heard the sort of stories children were told to keep them to behave. Practice your table manners or you’ll have to marry an orc instead of a prince! Now, it sounded like a twisted sort of fairytale… not especially romantic, but so shockingly tempting and shamefully erotic.
"Why don't you come here and show me what a good wife you could be for me?" Bucky purred. "I've heard human women like to do strange things to their men. Pleasure them with their mouths, for example."
"Do orcs not do that?" you mumbled awkwardly.
"No, we like to keep things practical," he smirked. "But I wouldn't mind seeing how a human girl would pleasure her mate…"
You walked forward in just a few steps– he was taller than you even sitting down, and he smirked as he looked down at your doe-eyed expression. After taking a shaky breath you dropped carefully to your knees, reaching to the loincloth hanging at his waist. You tried not to react too strongly when you pulled it aside, but it's hard to hide your shock when you see an orc's cock.
Thick, impossibly thick, with a fat head and veins along the sides— it was laying on his thigh, still soft, yet you couldn't even fit your hand all the way around it when you tried to pick it up.
Gods, it was heavy too… you actually had to put some effort in to lift it. It felt more like a trunk than a cock; Bucky chuckled lowly at your obvious nervousness. "Don't be shy, human, this is what you came here for, isn't it?"
"Not exactly," you mumbled to yourself, leaning down to experimentally lick the very tip of it. It just tasted like skin, maybe a bit saltier than usual, but nothing too worrisome. Going back down again, you began to lick all over the head.
"Mmm," he groaned, deep in his chest. "You won't even be able to fit it in your mouth, will you?" You shook your head. "Try anyway," he encouraged.
You opened your mouth as wide as it could go, and just barely managed to get your lips around it. You let your tongue swirl over the skin inside your mouth, moving to take more… but even with all your might, you couldn't even get your lips past the ridge of his bulbous head— not when he'd become almost completely hard in your hand now.
So, you pulled back to lick a long, thick stripe from the very base up to the slit at the end. "O-oh," he groaned, "that's nice… maybe human women are worth the trouble after all."
You gave him more licks– some long and slow, others fast and short to keep him guessing– focusing on trying to taste every inch of him. He seemed to like it best when you gently pulled his foreskin back and licked the edge of where his head met his shaft.
After a while doing that, you dipped down even lower to lave his massive balls with your tongue, making him groan even louder as his hand reached down to squeeze your shoulder— the whole thing fit in just half of the palm of his massive hand. "Damn, princess, are you really so insatiable? You want to taste an orc's fat balls?" he grunted.
With your mouth wide open there was no way to stop your moan from slipping out when you heard those lewd words.
"I bet you're not used to being talked to that way. Princes and consorts, they probably just go on about how pretty you are, read poetry about how they've longed for you," he mocked. "You like this better, though, don't you? You like being reminded that you're just a dirty whore on your knees in my tent, begging me to marry you… well shit, this is the best proposal I ever saw," he smirked.
You suckled on the tip of his head again, blinking up at him and admiring the dark look in his eyes as he watched you. He seemed pleased by you looking up at him, even groaning through his teeth a bit.
"Mm, you'd make a good little wife, wouldn't you?" he smirked. "You love using your mouth so much, I'd let you lick my cock every day."
Let you, like it was a privilege. Why did that turn you on so much?
“Stroke it, princess– stroke my cock,” he groaned, bucking up his hips just a bit as you had to use both hands to try to jerk him off. It seemed like he had more fun watching you struggle to manage the size of him than he got from whatever sensations your actions gave him– that said, he certainly didn’t mind either. In fact, he started to pant out his breaths as you found a pattern of stroking the thick shaft of his cock while your mouth opened wide to lick over his tip. “Feels different than anything I’ve ever experienced before,” he continued, words thin with his breathing getting quicker. “Your sweet little tongue… your warm, wet mouth…” he enumerated, groaning louder. “Fuck, your lips look real pretty stretched out because of me. I bet your jaw is aching from trying to fit me, but it’s not your fault, your body just wasn’t made to take massive orc cock.”
And yes, your jaw was incredibly sore, but it was irrelevant compared to the ache between your legs. Watching him slowly fall into ecstasy because of your work made the most unique sense of pride warm your skin, and something about using your own small frame (at least, compared to his) to pleasure a body so much larger and stronger than your own was… exhilarating.
"Mm, I'm gonna come," he warned with a low growl. “S’that what you want, slutty princess? To make me come?”
You nodded and hummed as you took his head (or, most of it) into your mouth, slobbering all over it eagerly. His hips started to rock in his chair, not much but plenty to stuff your mouth– so full even your moans were stifled.
“Just don’t stop, little one, f-fuck–” he demanded, and suddenly as he let out a roar of a moan, thick ropes of come sprayed right into your throat; just a few shots filled your mouth so much that it started to pour out of the corners of your mouth, and when you gagged, more ran down your chin. When you leaned back slightly, it began to spurt out onto your face instead, in your hair and over your cheeks, just barely missing your eyes.
The last pump of his come ran in a long drip down his shaft; he sighed and sunk back into his chair, holding your neck with one hand (not too tight, just enough to keep you still) and gripping the base of his cock with the other. Without even being asked you sat up slightly and licked up the last drop of come, after you’d swallowed what was already in your mouth, and he let out an exhausted (yet impressed) laugh.
“Such a naughty little slut of a human I’ve got,” he praised. You whimpered needily when he leaned down and began to lick his own come off your face with his long, yet smooth, tongue– only to hold your mouth open and spit it all in there for you. “So fucking eager,” he grunted as he saw that glassy look in your eyes, realizing how cockdrunk you were and how much you loved having a belly full of orc come. It really was so much that you thought you wouldn’t need another meal today.
“Bucky…” you mumbled weakly reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.
"Do human women like having their pussy licked?" he wondered aloud.
"Uh, generally…" you stammered out your awkward reply. He instantly picked you up to toss you onto his strategy table, brushing maps and compasses out of the way as he spread your legs open. Laying on the table and the look in his eye both made you feel like a feast he was about to devour. Even having already been coated in his spend, you felt sickly aroused by his massive hands holding your legs open, those blue eyes staring right down at your pussy as he licked his lips.
"I don't even know where to start with a delicious little cunt like this," he grinned. "I bet there are so many places that make you squeal and squirm… but the lucky thing is, I can just lick all of them."
And he did: with one flat lap of his tongue he easily coated your entire pussy, making you shake and moan as he slowly pulled his tongue up and did it again.
"Mm," he purred happily, "you taste sweet. Orcish women wouldn't tolerate being so vulnerable like this, or wasting their time doing anything but breeding. But I guess the rumors about human girls are true… you love to do all sorts of strange things– desperate little minxes. And I bet lots of you want big, mean orcs to fuck you even when you know it’s going to wreck your tiny cunts, eh?”
“F-fuck,” you stammered as he gave another long lick to your folds, this time making your body shake when he brushed right over your clit. “I-I don’t know, I just know that it feels so good when you– oh gods– when you taste me like this…”
“Yeah? What about if I fuck you with my tongue?” he smirked, diving back in to suck on your swelling bud while he pushed his tongue right inside your hole.
“Oh!” you yelped, feeling your channel stretch to fit the appendage– it vibrated inside you, just a bit, when he let out a pleased moan, and it made it feel even better.
His tongue was shockingly thick and long, and his tusks brushed against your inner thighs: this was nothing like being pleasured this way by a human man. Even his tongue thrusting into you felt like being really fucked; you whimpered and arched your back, grabbing your hands onto his braids just to have something to hold onto.
"Fuck, you're naughty," he smirked. "An Orcish woman would never grab a man's braids— they're sacred."
"O-oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend—" you began your rushed attempt to apologize.
"No, I like it," he assured. "Reminds me that you're just a dumb little human girl who has no idea what she's getting herself into."
Oh, you really shouldn’t have liked being called dumb. When anyone else questioned your intelligence you were inspired to nearly go to blows over it. But now, it just made your cunt get wet, betraying your real desire.
“I should make you come like this but I’m just too impatient,” he admitted with a grin, sitting back in his chair with legs spread wide in a show of casual confidence. "Come on over here and take my cock inside you," he instructed. "It didn't fit in your mouth but I bet it'll fit in your cunt."
"How do you know?"
"Because I'll make it fit."
Oh.
You got up on weak legs from his table; you approached him and delicately placed yourself on his lap, straddling his legs. You watched your hands reach up to his shoulders, then run down over his chest which rose and fell with slow breaths, then over his round belly– and the muscles you felt beneath his thick shape. He chuckled when you bit your lip.
“Takes a truly wanton little human woman like you to appreciate a body like mine,” he announced proudly. “I’m not skinny and lean like those little boys you play with in the castle. This is a man’s body.”
“I know,” you whispered.
“You like my belly, princess?” he prompted with a tilted smirk.
“Y-yeah,” you breathed.
“You wanna ride my cock? I’m still hard as fucking steel for you, little one.”
“Please, Bucky,” you whined, and his massive hands grabbed your hips to guide your entrance right over the head of his cock. You swallowed thickly when you felt for yourself how massive he was compared to your little hole.
“You’re so tiny, I might rip you in half,” he warned with a smile.
“I don’t care, just– just take me,” you whispered, mouth falling into a gasp as he pulled you down and shoved his head inside. “Oh,” you choked, neck going limp and head going back, “f-fuck, Bucky…”
“My little princess,” he chuckled deeply. “My sweet, tight little princess…”
As he pulled you down to take more, your hands clutched at his thick biceps, just beneath the golden arm band he wore there. You winced and whined through your teeth, trying to focus on anything but the pain.
“C’mon,” he grunted sharply, “just a little bit– more–!”
He yanked you down again and you cried out. "Ohhh— I can't, I can't!" you shrieked. "You're too big!"
"No, princess, you can take it," he promised with a tense moan through his teeth, pulling you down further as you struggled uselessly against his grip. "You're gonna take my whole dick, no running away now— not when you came here shamelessly begging me to mate you. You're gonna take all this fuckin' dick and you're gonna scream so loud that the whole camp knows you're nothing but an orc's whore."
With one more ruthless thrust he filled you, and you let out a sound you could hardly believe was your own: a broken, pathetic cry of agony. Your whole body quivered, soothed slightly by his fingers tracing down your back.
After a moment, the pain began to fade and the fullness started to comfort you; you sighed slowly and he smiled at you. “See? Knew you could take it. You’ve got all of me inside you now.”
He leaned back in the chair and let go of your hips.
"Go on, lift that ass up," he instructed with a smack to your cheek for emphasis. You found just enough strength on your shaking legs to begin to ride him, still struggling to work through the pain, and making him let out a long, low chuff of a growl. "That's it," he smiled. "That's my little human whore."
You started to pick up the pace a bit when he said that, whimpering more as the sting of the stretch mixed perfectly with the building pleasure of being filled to the brim (and then some).
"Damn, you're too desperate," he groaned. "Look at you bouncing on my lap— what a pretty thing you are…"
His thick fingers trailed over your cheek, down to your chest where he pinched your nipples until you whined loudly. He smirked and grabbed your waist next, dipping his fingers into the curves of your body.
"Such a tiny, delicate little thing. But you're tougher than you look— here you are taking an orc cock like a champ. You're sure you haven't done this before?"
"Not with someone so… big," you moaned.
"Gods, who knew the innocent princess was really such a dirty bitch," he purred, making you whine again just from the degradingly wonderful effect his words had on you.
The thick, spongy head of his cock speared right into your spot– something about being opened up so wide seemed to make everything more sensitive, that must’ve been why your thighs were already shaking from more than just the effort it took to lift yourself on top of him.
“I love when you bite your lip like that,” he admitted; you hadn’t even realized you were doing it, and your hands weakly clutched tighter at his muscular chest. “That pretty little head of yours is empty, isn’t it? And all you can think about is how good I’m fucking you right now. All you can do is wonder why you didn’t start letting orcs fuck your tight body sooner.”
The constant assault of his words in combination with the unignorable feeling inside you made it all so perfectly overwhelming, and you moaned shakily as you started to bounce faster.
“Shit, you’re having way too much fun riding my cock, princess,” he chuckled with another hard spank to your ass that made you whimper pitifully. “You’re supposed to act all innocent and hesitant, like you can’t imagine being claimed so intimately by a filthy, savage beast.”
“Y-you’re not a beast,” you managed to stammer out.
“Yeah? What am I?” he smirked.
“You’re my… my enemy,” you replied, “in war.”
“And I bet that turns you on even more than the fact that I’m not human,” he wagered.
You didn’t really need to tell him he was right, because the fact that you were obviously close to coming was answer enough. “Oh, Bucky, I–”
“I know, little one,” he cooed, “I know, I can feel you about to come– I can feel it in this tiny little cunt. You’re about to come all over my dick.”
“Yes!” you agreed with a deep moan.
He grabbed your hips tightly, to help you ride and to just stabilize himself. “Come for me, human whore,” he demanded in a grunt. “Show me how much you love my cock. Say it.”
“I love your cock,” you panted, “I love your huge orc cock, I– oh gods–”
It was so strong, so sudden, you were afraid to let it take you. “Just let go,” he groaned under his breath, “I’ve got you.”
And that was it. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you screamed, shaking as a powerful orgasm ripped through your body.
"Gods, that's good," he grunted, fucking up into your body as it went limp on top of him. "I can feel your tiny little pussy coming around me. Oh, princess, are you crying?"
In fact, you were; tears were streaming down your cheeks involuntarily, pleasure so powerful that you just couldn't fight it back.
He grabbed you and began to lift you up and down, bouncing you in his lap, using your body like a toy. "Shit, you ever come that hard before, baby?" he smirked. "Oh, you haven't… you've never felt anything like this before, huh? Never had a strong lover to really take care of you? And you're never gonna want pathetic human cocks again… now you need to be an orc's mate to be satisfied."
He lifted your legs up and nearly bent you in half, forcing you to ride him in this new position that gave him a full view of your pussy being stretched impossibly wide by him. The way he manhandled and manipulated your body however he wanted made your eyes roll back in your head— that, and the way his thick cock stroked your overly-sensitive walls.
“I’m gonna marry you, little princess,” he moaned. “I’m gonna make you my mate, and I’m gonna keep this tiny human cunt of yours stretched out– I’m gonna make it mine so I can use it whenever I want.”
“Oh, gods,” you choked.
“You’re not gonna have time to get tight again, ‘cause I’m gonna fill you with my come every fuckin’ day– hear that, baby? I’m gonna ruin this weak, pathetic body. ‘Cause it’s mine now.”
“Y-yes, yours,” you repeated.
"If you're gonna be my wife then I might as well knock you up now, right?" he grunted. "What's stopping me? I know you won't stop me, you're drooling at the chance to be filled with orc come."
"Come in me, Bucky," you pleaded, proving his point, "f-fuck I wanna be… pregnant…"
"Oh, you want little half-orcs in your tummy?" he laughed. "It might break your tiny body to carry my seed. A fragile human womb is no match for an orcling, especially mine… my whole family is big like me."
"I can take it, I can have your babies, p-please just come inside me," you whined.
"Don't worry, little one, it wouldn't be a proper engagement if I didn't," he grinned, moving your hips faster on top of his lap. "Gods, I don't care if anyone thinks I shouldn't breed a human— I'm the chieftain, after all, I can fuck whoever I want." He started to fuck you faster, rougher, as he continued: "I can marry whoever I want. I can have half-orc babies with whoever I fucking want."
"Hhnng," you choked helplessly, "B-Bucky…"
"Our children might be a little smaller or weaker than if they were full-blooded orcs, but they're gonna be the prettiest creatures anyone ever saw— your cute little human face, your delicate features making them look so soft and sweet… whole tribe's gonna wanna marry our babies, princess," he smiled proudly. "Not just the tribe," he corrected himself, "every orc that ever sees them will be begging us to put bridal braids in their hair."
"Oh, fuck," you groaned as you tossed your head back, overwhelmed by his words. You'd never craved something in such a primal way before, and now you couldn't remember any desire but to be pregnant with Bucky's precious half-orcs.
"Do you feel dirty, princess, being bred by an orc?" he asked roughly, thrusts into you becoming even more erratic. You hoped that meant he was close because your body couldn't take much more.
"No," you shook your head, "no, Bucky, it feels s-so good… breed me, Bucky, Chieftain, wanna be full of your come—"
"Fuck," he hissed through his teeth, "it's coming, girl, I hope you're ready."
"Yes, yes, fuck yes—!" you slurred, eyes shooting wide open when he gave you one massively deep thrust— right into something so deep in you it made your whole body convulse.
Warm, sticky come flooded into your channel… it would've been enough to overflow out of you right away, except that his thick cock kept you plugged up so tight that there was nothing for it to do but make your belly swell.
"Mm, fuck, my little princess," he groaned proudly, voice deeper than ever. "So full of her chieftain's seed she can't even fit it all…"
You thought it might never end— the pulsing of his cock, the swelling of your tummy, the filling of your womb…
You collapsed forward onto his body, eyes fluttering shut as you panted with your cheek pressed against his skin and the sheen of sweat that covered it.
He wrapped his arms around you and in one embrace had enveloped your entire body with his. Eventually his cock began to soften and he carefully lifted you off of it, shushing your whimpers from how it made your cunt sting with soreness. When he finally pulled out all the way you felt an empty numbness, yet soothing relief, and relaxed further into his all-encompassing grip.
"You wanna be my little human wife, princess?" he asked gently. You nodded against his chest, hearing his satisfied hum echo inside it as his thick fingers brushed over your hair so gently. "Mm, you're gonna look pretty with my tribe's braids in your hair, and wearing the beads and robes of the chieftain's wife," he sighed, "not that you're gonna be wearing much of anything for the first few weeks. If an orc can't have his mate bearing children in the first year of marriage, his masculinity might be called into question."
But you couldn't imagine anyone questioning Bucky, with his huge muscles and overbearing frame.
"Of course, it could've already happened now," he remembered with a grin, lifting one of your legs to watch your gaping hole leak out his thick come. "Hmm, you look real pretty with that cunt beat up just right."
"Bucky…" you whimpered pitifully.
"Yeah, princess?"
"M'tired…"
"Oh, I'm sure, being an orc's human whore must take a lot out of you," he winked. He picked you up with ease, standing up and carrying you draped in his arms. "I'll take you to my bed, hm? Would you like that?"
You nodded weakly and he continued. What you hadn't realized, though, was that his bed wasn't in this tent, and he was carrying your limp, naked, come-coated form through the camp for the entire war party to see.
At this point, you were too exhausted to protest or even to care. They probably all heard you screaming his name anyways.
Some of them clapped and cheered as they saw Bucky carrying his quarry through the camp; some of them murmured their disappointments that the chieftain would dirty himself with a human plaything.
Finally he brought you through another tent's opening, this one lit dimly inside by only a few candles and adorned with finer rugs than you'd seen since you left the palace, and laid you down in a soft, massive bed of furs.
"Get some rest, little one," he instructed. "You will need to recover as much as you can before the wedding tomorrow."
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT Please for the love of gif c r e a t e your o w n goddamn work! If you aren’t able to, at least send an ask so you can repost elsewhere! or at least give credit when credit is due! Like I said before, I don’t get mad easily, but when it comes to shit like this, it pisses me off. As a writer, it’s hard to create work. Like to produce a chapter for red lights takes me literally a week! It’s hard, and I feel for you tbh! It’s very rewarding when you get recognition, but when someone plagarizes, it’s just demotivating. I personally have never experienced this myself, but I can imagine the emotions you’re going through rn. People! Please don’t plagiarize, and also, technically speaking, plagiarism is a criminal offense. To save yourself and others this trouble, I repeat MAKE YOUR OWN WORK OR AT LEAST GIVE CREDIT IN SOME WAY
Thank you for listening to my soapbox rant ^^ - Lucky🐾
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you know what annoys me the most about being a writer? and writing everything in a virtual public place like tumblr?
plagiarism.
and y'know what piss me off the most about it? it's not the first time, probably won't be the last either.
today, through a person that i don't feel entitled to expose the @ 'cause i really don't know if they want to be exposed this way, it came to my attention that this person (of the following account) on wattpad - as usual - has been plagiarizing some of my works, especially from the tokyo revengers fandom.
and, in case the person comes to see this post because they probably follow me, i wanted to make it clear that: it's plagiarism from the moment you CLAIM A WORK THAT IS NOT YOURS AS YOURS. and that's exactly what you did.
you didn't ask for permission, you DID NOT EVEN SEND A FUCKING ASK.
and y'know what pisses me off the most? is the fact that I have FUCKING EVIDENED IN MY FUCKING PINNED that i don't want anyone reposting or copying what i write on 'cause, goddamn it, all the works you reposted on wattpad took me over FUCKING THREE HOURS TO FINISH.
The piece with the haitani brothers as yokais made me stay up in the wee hours of the morning just proofreading it. And the one with pen pal!mikey made me unable to eat properly FOR FIVE HOURS because I wanted to finish writing soon.
And, in case you see this post, I wanted to make it very clear: don't apologize to me. Don't have the audacity to apologize to me, because I'm sure that if someone hadn't come to tell me about this discrepancy and lack of prior communication, you wouldn't have come to do it either.
Next time you plagiarize someone or try to repost without permission something that doesn't belong to you, at least be smarter and try to hide it better.
Also, don't try to come in my DM or by asks asking me to let you repost, 'cause:
1. You should have done this before and if you consume what I post here, you are obviously not a kiddo or a dumb fucking teenager who doesn't understand what 'Don't repost without permission' means.
2. You posted on Wattpad as IF THEY WERE YOURS WORKS, you had the fucking audacity to do that.
and, for every person who ends up seeing this post, please report the works of this person. i don't even know if most of my followers have wattpad accounts or something like this, but, if some of y'all do, please, report them.
i'll be putting links and all here.
all the works of my tokyo revengers masterlist.
all the works of my jjk masterlist.
and to the people who might come to tell me that i should have kept everything between a convo with me and the person: don't fuck with me, if the person follows me, they KNOW that they were never allowed to repost anything.
and a final saying for the person who reposted everything w/o permission: do me a favor and delete everything, if you see this. but, if you don't see this, i don't care that much since I'll probably have people reporting all these things. <3
i love thinking abt the ninja’s personal styles and seeing other ppl’s interpretations of them in casual clothes
bring back the ninja’s casual looks
Just wait until the "savemyboycole" people (or any homophobic Ninjago fans) find out that Vincent Tong himself said that Kai would do drag.
Do your knees ever just give out on a day when you need them to work the most? My knee brace has evaporated off the face of the earth. I'm livid.
thinking of playful neck nibbles…just the goofy nomming sounds and gentle teeth scratching at the skin…..maybe even just tons of tiny kisses all over 🫠
Lowkey need someone to kiss my tummy all over rn
I need to be lovingly pampered by a soft dom who’ll tickle me so softly and call me pretty🫠
Thinking of slowly trailing my hands down a guys body, cupping his crotch and watching his eyes widen and hear his gasps….
challenge for yall, try and fluster me in the inbox. I’ll rate it 1 out of 10 :)
I’m just a girl who needs to be praised and tickled at the same time, is that too much to ask for?!