#250 followers event

[daytaker]

Oh! Oh! Spin the bottle with Mammon for the followers event!~

Thank you for your prompt, and sorry for the delay! Writer's block has been killing me but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Enjoy this little Mammon x reader drabble!

Spin the Smartphone

Mammon x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1154 CW: Nothing, really.

[Part of my 250 Followers Mini Event!]

“Hey, how ‘bout a game of spin the bottle?”

Mammon made the suggestion, grinning at everyone. That is to say, grinning at Levi, Satan, Asmo, the twins, and you. You were all sitting in your room, trying to figure out what to do now that the Monopoly board was scorched after Satan’s brief burst of rage earlier. (He landed on Park Place again.)

“Ew,” was Levi’s response.

“Eh?” Mammon blinked.

“You do realize that if we did that, you’d have a 5 out of 6 chance to land on one of your brothers?” Satan asked, tilting his head with a small smirk.

“...EH?!”

“Seriously, how is our brother this stupid?” sighed Belphie.

“I ain’t stupid!” Mammon whined.

“Why can’t you just ask the human for a kiss instead of coming up with these convoluted excuses?” Satan rolled the Monopoly top hat between his fingers. “Are you really so full of yourself that you can’t admit that’s what you’re actually after?”

“W-What? Whaddaya mean ‘all these convoluted excuses’?! I said one thing!”

“Last week you wanted to try seven minutes in heaven,” sighed Asmo, shaking his head. “That was even worse.”

Levi laughed. “Not to mention all the times you’ve been like, ‘Guys! I have the best idea! Let’s play truth or dare!’ and then ‘Okay, Human, ask me truth or dare! I choose dare! Huh? …Can ya dare me something else? …Can ya dare me something else again?’ Lol!”

“He’s so obvious it makes me a little sad,” Beel added with a sorry frown. 

You sat and listened to the exchange. They weren’t wrong, of course. You and Asmo had made a bit of a game of it; guessing what weird attempt at an excuse to kiss you Mammon might pull out next. Still, you weren’t completely heartless, and watching Mammon get dogpiled by his younger brothers wasn’t making you feel amazing, no matter how used to it he probably was.

So later that night, after you’d all agreed it was only fair that Satan should buy the replacement Monopoly board and the brothers had all cleared out, you pulled out your DDD and opened your texts.

> Hey. Mammon: Hey!!! Mammon: I mean, what’s up? > Could you come back to my room? I wanted to ask you about something.

Less than a minute later, there was a sudden, excited knock at your door. Mammon entered before you even invited him in and plopped down on the floor.

“So! Missin’ the Great Mammon already, eh? Can’t say I blame ya.”

“I have a proposition for you,” you announced, and you pulled a Demonus bottle from under your bed.

“I accept,” Mammon declared, snatching the bottle from your hands before you had a chance to get a word in edgewise. “...Hey, what the…? It’s empty!”

You took the bottle back and slipped onto the floor, facing Mammon. “We’re not drinking it, you doofus. We’re spinning it.”

You watched the gears turn in Mammon’s head in real time. He looked at you, then at the bottle, a complete lack of understanding on his face. Then his lips moved. You thought he mouthed the word “spin”, but you couldn’t be sure. He looked up at you again, decided that was a bit too intense, and returned to staring at the bottle as his cheeks turned red.

“Wait, you mean like…?”

“Spin the bottle. Yeah.”

Mammon looked around the room in an exaggerated fashion before raising a hand dismissively. “Uh, in case ya ain’t noticed, there’s only two of us here.”

“Is that a problem?”

“I’unno. ‘S meant to be a party game.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

Finally, the last few gears seemed to click into place, and a look of recognition crossed Mammon’s face. “...Oh!”

“Yeah.”

You set the bottle down on the floor between the two of you. You both stared at it. Then you looked up at each other. 

“You go first,” you said, and at the same time, Mammon said, “Uh, did you wanna–?”

Mammon gave it a spin. It was not an elegant spin either. The thing wobbled and rolled on its side and it took a few tries to get it to spin anything like how it always looked on TV.

When it stopped, it pointed unambiguously at the wall.

“Try it again,” you said.

He tried it again. This time it stopped facing your bed.

“You’re doing it wrong,” you sighed.

“The hell does that even mean?”

You ignored him and gave the bottle a spin. It went skating underneath the bed, and Mammon looked vindicated. “See? ‘S not that easy!”

Irritated to see your best made plans laid to waste, you opened up your DDD, typed a 🍾 emoji into the Notes app, and set the device down on the floor between you. You gave your device a little spin. This went far better than your last attempt, so you decided to quit while you were ahead.

Meanwhile, Mammon was attempting to decipher your actions. “The fuck is that?” he asked, squinting at the DDD.

“A bottle,” you answered with a shrug. “It’s pointing at you.”

Then you crawled across your wooden floor and pressed your lips against his, and Mammon just sort of tensed up and didn’t move, and it was awkward and kind of embarrassing and really nice. You hadn’t felt this much like a teenager since you were a teenager.

Once you crawled back to the far side of your DDD, he shook himself out of his fugue state and began protesting what had just occurred.

“H-Hey… Hey… Hey! Hey, hey, wait a second!” He seemed to be grasping at whatever he could to give himself an excuse for just how passive he was for that entire thing. “You said I could go first!”

“Spin better,” you shrugged.

“You spun worse than I did!”

“Creative solutions are rewarded.”

“...I see what’s goin’ on here,” Mammon said after a flustered pause. His confidence was suddenly back at full strength. “...You were just desperate for an excuse to kiss me, weren’t ya?”

You stared at him. Was this guy really trying to flip the scenario on its head?

“So desperate! Invitin’ me up here and pullin’ all this dumb crap with the bottle… Y’know, if ya really wanted a kiss, ya coulda just asked.” He was smirking now, smirking! “As my number one human, you should know ya always get special treatment, even when it comes to things like that. ‘Cause I’m so magnanimous and awesome and stuff.”

“Oh, Great Mammon,” you sighed, unsure if you found his schtick charming or irritating at the moment, “would you bless this poor mortal with a kiss?”

“N-Now you’re just gettin’ greedy!” Mammon scolded, cheeks flushing once again.

“Says the Avatar of Greed.”

“Exactly! I’d know!”

“Never mind then.”

“Ah, wait, wait, hold up.” Mammon grabbed the DDD that still laid on the floor between you. He gave it a spin. “Is that pointin’ at ya? Close enough, right? C’mere.”

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[bokutosmochi]

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[italeean]

5 and 17?

Hiii!! I've just finished reading your fic and I have a reblog scheduled for this evening, it was so good!! 😸 Anyway thanks for participating!! 🌸🍡

5. Do you have peculiar habits?

Yes, probably too many 😅 One is associating songs to people, for example

I associate you with this one

@kaerichan-yatta reminds me of this one

@wertzunge gives me the same vibes of this song

My sister (irl) has this song and this one

My best friend (irl) got this one

And I have one for more or less everyone I know. I don't know exactly how I associate each song to everyone, it can be for a sentence of the lyrics, the melody, the general vibes I get from the song... it really depends on each case 😅

17. What's your favorite scenario to write about?

Other than the one I talked about here, I love everything involving siblings because it reminds me of my sister 🥹

Link for the questions here

#250 followers event #milestone event #ask game #ask game event #jin-chan ^_^ #(if you don't like the tag i gave you i'll change it)

[fires-of-ninjago]

250 Followers Art and Fic Trading Event

Hey Everyone!

Since the Art and Fic trade won the poll, I will officially begin accepting prompts for both as of tonight!

In order to participate, just send me a submission (or ask) prompt that starts with 250 A or B, followed by your prompt. Once I have finished my part, I will publish my side. The sender can then add on with their side, with the tag "250 Followers Event".

To keep things manageable, I'm going to ask that prompts are kept brief

A: Fic Trade

B: Art Trade

their side, with the tag "250 Followers Event".

To keep things manageable, I'm going to ask that prompts are kept brief, so have at it! :D

#Jack Speaks #250 Followers Event

[angstcorp]

250 FOLLOWERS EVENT

I am deep down convinced you're all lost somehow. In any case, thank you so much for following and reading my stuff, it means a lot! :) To celebrate, I made a (hopefully) fun event!

Some quick rules:

You can send either up to three characters and a prompt, or up to three prompts for the same character, and I'll write headcanons about them.

If you send only one prompt and one character, you can ask me to do a drabble instead of a headcanon.

I'll always stay as gender neutral as possible, but you can specify the reader's pronouns/gender if you want (especially in nsfw stuff).

You can also specify any kind of AU (modern, vampire, soulmate, ABO, etc. it's all good).

You're free to add any details or specifications to your request.

I write for any currently playable character (so NO Scaramouche, Heizou, Baizhu, etc.). All the others are fair game.

No NSFW for underage characters or children, but I can write a familial/friendly relationships.

Thank you all again so much, I'm excited to get your requests!

I divided the prompts in four categories so you can select the ones you want more easily!

FLUFF

F01 - Confessing their love F02 - Holding hands F03 - Pet names F04 - Sleeping together (SFW) F05 - Kissing (SFW) F06 - Marriage F07 - Spending time with you F08 - Relaxing together F09 - Love languages F10 - Protecting you

HURT/COMFORT

C01 - Making up to you C02 - Fainting C03 - Handling a panic attack C04 - Cheering you up C05 - Comforting you C06 - Feeling lonely C07 - Rescuing you C08 - Taking care of an injury C09 - Helping you relax C10 - Period comfort

ANGST

A01 - Fighting A02 - Forbidden/Secret relationship A03 - Guilt A04 - Breaking up A05 - Missing you A06 - Heartbreak A07 - Reacting to your death A08 - Losing trust A09 - Keeping secrets A10 - Breaking a promise

SMUT (under the read more!)

S01 - Kinks S02 - Pace S03 - Aftercare S04 - Secret fantasy S05 - Favourite positions S06 - Libido S07 - Turning them on S08 - Making out S09 - Oral S10 - Comfort sex

#250 followers event #angsty ramblings #event #thank you <3 #send all the requests my dudes #I'll write as many as I can

[bby-deerling]

Hi~ I'm so excited for the event!!

Can I request a Zoro x dangerous?

of course, lovely!!!

zoro + dangerous (afab!fem!reader nsfw)

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 798 masterlist

cw: semi-public sex, exhibitionism kinda, zoro calls you pretty girl

“Mmmf—Zoro, we’re gonna get caught…” you whisper, biting on the soft flesh of your forearm to muffle a moan as he slowly slides deep inside you.

“Funny, you didn’t care about that when I was eating you out two minutes ago.” he teases, digging his fingertips into your hips as the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot.

You’re bent over the kitchen table just past sunrise, a soft pink and orange glow casts through the windows, spotlighting your sinful act; Brook was sure to be creeping around somewhere after ending his shift of keeping watch at the back of the boat, and more importantly, Sanji was due to be up and starting breakfast any second.

A cup of black tea with a generous amount of honey sits half empty next to your head, and the force of Zoro’s lazy and sloppy thrusts wobble the table and make it spill, littering your fingers with the sugary liquid.

“Someone’s making a mess.” he taunts, running one of his hands over the curve of your ass and gently squeezing it.  Your hand finds your mouth, and you pop your fingers into your mouth one by one, twirling your tongue over the warm, sticky tea until the only thing left on them was a thin layer of drool.  He inhales sharply at the sight and you feel his cock twitch inside you; you let out a soft whimper as his thrusts deepen and one of his hands drops to rub circles into your clit.  Heat begins to coil in your abdomen as you grind your hips into his hand, and Zoro delights in you coming apart around him.

“That’s it—come for me, pretty girl.” he says, voice low and still slightly raspy from sleep.

With a stutter of your hips, a white haze clouds your vision and you come hard; the way you clench around him gets him close, and he bites the inside of his cheek as he tries to hold off his own release.

“Lemme cum in your mouth.” he says once you come down from your high, giving you one last thrust before pulling out of you, his cock slapping on your ass, leaving it wet with your slick.  You drop to your knees and take him in your mouth, quickly getting drunk on the taste of yourself on his cock.  It doesn’t take long before he warns you he’s close, and you take him as deep as you can, swallowing his hot seed as it spills down the back of your throat.

A string of saliva connects your lips to his cock as he withdraws from your mouth; you smile up at him, eyes sparkling in the morning light.  He smiles back at you, ruffling your hair gently before sliding his hand down your face to cup your cheek.

“You did good, lil’ demon.” he says, his smile turning into a smirk as he puts his cock away.  You take a moment to stretch your shoulders before standing up and straightening up your nightgown, praying for a few extra seconds of privacy to clean up.

The second you cast a few tissues into the trash can, eat the last bit of your snack that you had been eating prior to your early morning activities, and re-tie the sash on your robe, you nearly jump out of your skin by the sound of a fist banging on the door.

“Who the hell locked the door?” Sanji grumbles, lighting a cigarette.  He raises his fist to bang on the door again, but the door suddenly swings open, and his eyes soften when he sees it’s you.

“Sorry, blondie!  I must’ve locked it on accident!” you say, smiling sweet as an angel.

“No worries, sunshine.” he assures you as he enters the kitchen and undoes the lock on the refrigerator to retrieve some eggs.  Zoro leans against the kitchen counter, ignoring the cook’s presence altogether.

“I’ll leave you to it, let me know if you need any help!” you chirp, intending to slip out of the kitchen before Sanji could probe you with any uncomfortable questions about why you and Zoro had locked yourselves in the kitchen.

“You’re sweet, dear, but I can handle it.” he says, seemingly dismissing you before speaking again, a sly smile on his face.  “By the way, sunshine, you’ve got something on your bottom lip.”

Burning up, you dash to the restroom to find a mirror, and let out a sigh of relief when you realize it was just a couple crumbs from your snack still stuck to your mouth.

You let out a deep sigh and smile at your reflection as you fix your hair.  Zoro could be trouble sometimes, but he always made the reward far sweeter than the risk.

#one piece x reader #x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece smut #mdni #i kinda played fast and loose w the prompt on this one but it made sense in my head #need morning sex w zoro!!!!!!!! #250 follower event

[hey-august]

Ok ok another request for your 250 prompts...

#1 Touch with #3 "It's nice." and #10 "I'm full of surprises." With the chubby DadBod Buggy you wrote about that is just absolutely wonderful... 👀 Could be spicy or not but I revisited that earlier and just hnnngh chubby DadBod Buggyyyy 🧡 Thank you!

-rorywritesjunk

Yusssssss dadbody Buggy back again!!!!! Thank you for this, @rorywritesjunk!! 🩷 I definitely meant to sprinkle more spice in here, but got caught up in the fluff and incorporating some one bed trope vibes. This did give me a great idea for a separate but related spicy story though 👀

Prompts: Touch, "It's nice." "I’m full of surprises." Teaser: "Buggy chuckled as he settled down, fighting his insecurities with self-deprecation." Warnings: SFW. Not an established relationship. Sorta one bed trope - is it one bed trope if it's partially by choice? Word count: ~1.8k

Check out my 250 Follower Prompt Event and see fulfilled prompts here.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Time moved at a pace only it understood. Days flew by while weeks dragged. Moments were drawn out with each new experience you had on the pirate ship until a month passed. It took you nearly four days to develop sea legs, eight days to be assigned a room of your own, and two weeks for you to stop getting lost on the ship. But you felt at home from the first step onboard. For the first time in your life, you were comfortable and felt like you belonged.

Lost in your own thoughts, pieces of your captain’s explanation of your afternoon duties slipped away before you could retain them. You gave an apologetic smile when he caught on. Buggy had been gripping his left forearm to half-heartedly massage the muscles while he spoke. Even as he flexed his hand, the tenderness carried through and showed on his face.

“Sorry, I was distracted. You should do it here, like this,” you said while grabbing the pirate’s gloved hand and flipping it so the palm side was up. 

Hooking his thumb and pinky between both of your pinky fingers, you carefully flexed his hand open and pressed into the taut muscles with your thumbs. His gloves made it difficult to drag the pressure along his palm, so you settled for digging into the meat and rubbing small circles.

You didn’t realize how overly familiar the gesture was until the silence became overbearing. The chatty clown had fallen quiet from shock and relief.

“Oh, sorry. That was too much,” you choked out, dropping his hand in mortification “Sometimes I’d get cramps from how much I wrote and I know how frustrating that can feel…” The explanation came out in an explosive babble.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Buggy rushed to stop your monologue, feeling second-hand embarrassment. At least, that’s what he assumed the heat in his body was from. “It’s no big deal…it actually felt good. Now if you know how to deal with tight shoulders, let me know,” he chuckled.

You nodded, afraid to open your mouth again. For the rest of Buggy’s repeat rundown, you stayed quiet and paid attention to each directive. As the captain turned to leave, the words you were struggling to swallow burst out.

“I can help with your shoulders. L-later, if you want…” You watched his back as he nodded, blue hair swinging from his hat, and left you to drown in your awkward proposal.

Curiosity followed Buggy through the rest of the day. Tugging on his attention, tripping his feet, and stealing thoughts out of his mind. As much as he tried to ignore the presence, it wouldn’t leave. He felt it in the hand you touched.

The pirate liked having you on the ship. He could see the changes you went through as you became accustomed to life with the crew. You became brighter and smiled more. Buggy often heard others talk about how helpful you are, that you often volunteer when someone needs help and you give encouragement while they practice skits and skills. It shouldn’t be a surprise that you were offering to help the captain, as well.

He nearly waited too long before knocking on your door. A part of him hoped that hours of overthinking would take away the opportunity to make a decision, but his feet brought him to your quarters before that could happen. The door quickly swung open, revealing your small but cozy room. You welcomed Buggy inside as he chittered about his sore muscles, hoping he could distract you from the blush that was certainly peeking through his face paint. Although he removed his captain’s coat and hat at the end of the day, he kept on the clown make-up.

You placed a pillow on the floor next to the bed and gestured for Buggy to sit down. He tilted his head and made a face before tossing the pillow back onto the bed and plopping to the ground, his back towards the bed.

“It’s just a floor, it’s not that bad,” he mumbled as you sat behind him and nestled your legs on either side of his torso.

“I just wanted you to be comfortable.” You spoke slowly, keeping each word even, unlike the beating in your chest. This was much different than grabbing the pirate’s hand earlier. He was in your room and between your legs. As fast as the thought popped up, you buried it in a dark corner in your mind.

You started by rubbing the base of Buggy’s head, digging your thumbs into the muscles beneath his skull and easing his tension and nerves. His head tilted forwards with a loud sigh and you moved the attention down his neck, following the curves of his body.

“...s’nice…yursonice…” He said something that sounded like words, but you couldn’t hear clearly. Pinching down a muscle that traveled from his neck to his shoulder, you asked what he said. 

Buggy took a deep sigh before replying. “I said ‘yo- it’s nice.’ This is nice.” Words that fit in his mouth a moment ago didn’t feel correct now. Whatever you heard seemed to be satisfying enough since you didn’t respond and you continued tending to his aches.

Although his body rocked gently with each squeeze of pressure, the knots littering his body held fast. The thick fabric of his top prevented you from pulling along his muscles and the woven material didn’t have enough give for you to slip your hands underneath. You massaged as long as you could before you could feel your fingers objecting to the rough fabric.

“Captain…” Your soft voice eased him out of the trance and he hummed in response. “I can’t get to some of the tight areas. If you want- if you’d be more comfortable, you could take off your shirt and lay down.” Your hands kept moving to keep the awkwardness from settling into place.

Buggy stayed silent. His comfort would be debatable if he took off any more clothing. The relaxation you worked into him only extended so far and other areas needed the same attention, but he was afraid of your attention being drawn somewhere else. Besides his nose, there are other parts of his body the pirate didn’t love - one of which was his soft stomach. So many pirates - and pirate captains - parade around in open shirts or entirely shirtless, showing off muscles bestowed by a life at sea. A physique the clown captain didn’t share.

As he worked through the thoughts, Buggy asked a question to fill the silence. “How do you know how to do this?”

“I’m full of-”

“-full of surprises. Fuck off,” Buggy cut you off, laughing that he walked right into that response. It had been repeated often enough that it should be an expectation in any conversation you two have.

“I’ll actually tell you, if you get comfortable.” You offered to trade your vulnerability for his.

Buggy held onto the fact that you never mentioned his nose like a lifeline and jumped in. Standing up, he kept his back facing you. He undid the wide band of belts around his waist, wincing as his stomach relaxed in the open space, and pulled off his shirt. Meanwhile, you straightened up the blankets on your bed and fluffed up the pillow.

You turned around to a half-dressed pirate standing in your room. Nerves and unease was creeping back into his body, just as they filled yours, so you rushed to have him lay face down.

“Hah, don’t want to look at this sorry sight anymore?” Buggy chuckled as he settled down, fighting his insecurities with self-deprecation.

“No, I think you look really good,” you blurted out. Hands flew to cover your mouth far too late to stop the confession. 

Buggy looked at you with astonishment, unsure if you were fucking with him. Your wide eyes and red ears were another betraying confession.

“Thanks,” he muttered bashfully before turning away. The bed smelt like you. The pillow he had pressed against his chest smelt like you. He couldn’t relax, especially when the bed tilted as you kneeled next to him. But when your warm hands began running along his muscles, he melted into everything that was you.

“I learned how to do this because of drawing. I wanted to draw people, so I started by studying anatomy. Trapezius…” You applied pressure starting at his neck and dragged it down. 

“...scapula…” The movement followed the curve of his shoulder blade, finding bundles of tension along the way. A stifled groan escaped as you worked on the knots, breaking them apart and soothing the surrounding sinew. 

“E…spine something,” you questioned while your fingers danced on either side of his spine. “It was a while ago and didn’t help with my drawings, but I guess it was good for something.”

Buggy could hardly acknowledge what you were saying. It felt like his entire being was being handled, pinched, and rolled in a blissful way. He was no longer thinking about how uneasy he felt being partially undressed in front of you. The anxiety was soothed away as he loosened up. His head was full of your smell, his body covered in how you feel, and your voice was lulling him further and further away.

A few quiet minutes passed before a small sound broke your concentration. A sleepy snore. You froze, your hold pausing on his hips while massaging his lower back. A louder snort came out and you bit your lip to suppress a laugh. 

Laying an open hand on the middle of the captain’s back, you gently rocked his body. No response. You called his name. Nothing. You poked him. Still nothing. Grabbing Buggy’s shoulder, you shook a little harder. This time, you did get a response. 

“Not yet, still tired,” grumbled the pirate before rolling on his side. He was still facing away from you and clinging to your pillow.

You tried a few more times to wake Buggy up, explaining that it’s probably time for bed. He should go back to his room. It’s late. Why is he such a heavy sleeper? How can he sleep when you’re shaking him this hard? Seriously, he needs to wake up. None of it worked. You even tried to pull your pillow away, but he only hugged it tighter. There was no way you’d be able to get the blanket from under him either, so any chance of sleeping on the floor was impossible.

Between Buggy’s own exhaustion and the late hour, sleep began to wrap its warmth around you. Reluctant to find another reasonably comfortable place to rest for the night that didn’t involve waking someone else up and explaining why the captain was sleeping in your bed, you resigned yourself to making the best out of this situation. 

At least Buggy was no longer laying in the middle of your small bed. You curled up behind him and pressed your back against his. Your tiredness wavered at the touch, hesitant to fully descend when your heart was beating so fast. Listening to his deep breaths, you began to match your breathing and let sleep carry you away. There would be time in the morning to explain what happened. For now, you wanted to enjoy the moment.

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #hey-august 250 follower event

[brenninthetaylorverse]

brenn's 250 followers event ☀

hi! so i hit 250 followers (which is crazy and i'm so thankful) and i wanted to do an event to celebrate! i'll say which asks are for followers and then for moots but you can request as many as you want! it might take some time for me to get to yours but i will eventually! again, thank you all! I LOVE YOU!!

my intro post!

→ back to you ← - I'll draw you something! (please give me something to draw otherwise you're getting a house drawing :) followers and moots!

🍷 red wine supernova🍷- i'll recommend a song for you! moots only!

! new romantics ! - I'll make you a moodboard based on anything (character, show, book, singer, album, etc) and if you don't give me anything, I'll just do your blog! moots only!

♡ wait for your love ♡ - I'll make you a picrew (if you want me to make it based on you then give me a few physical attributes) based on anything like characters, singers, etc. followers and moots!

✰ false god ✰ - I'll make you an outfit based off of your blog! moots and followers!

🔪 killer 🔪 - I'll listen to a song you recommend to me and rate it! (you can request this one multiple times if you want me to listen to multiple songs) moots only!

gently tagging my amazing mutuals: @urfav-mirrorball @martasslife @callitwhatuwanttay @a-girl-who-lives-in-delusion @tortured-swifties-cardigans @jenerationswift @wouldvecouldveshouldve @cherryswift13 @phobebridgers @ava-taylors-version @lomltaylor @bookscorpion73 @thepoetsmanuscript @foaming-sea @folklore-girl @percabeths-blue-cookies @yesands @fireflychaosdemon @justalunaticfangirl @moonlightt444 @deathbyathousandcuts @lost-in-reveriie @mqstermindswift @urbanflorals @wonderfulpaper @elliedafish @the-red-archer @stop-ur-losing-me @charlotte-is-a-swiftie @mayalovestay13 @skeelly @neck-thats-made-for-bruising @causeprettyisntpretty @svnflowermoon @tisthedamnseason-writethisdown @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @gu1lty-as-sin @a-beautiful-fool @trying-to-be-cool-abt-it @imperpetuallylost @zzzzzzzzzee @cordelia-street @virtualcoffeemoon<3333333 don't be ashamed to let me know if you want to be added to this list!

#brenn's 250 followers event! #fyp tumblr #i love my mutuals #I love my followers #explore page #relatable #fypage #tumblr fyp #followers #mutuals #event #followers event

[the-craftsman-and-mover]

I have been reading through this “blog”s archive of knowledge. Was that really me? Is that really me?

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #pkmn rp #pokemon rp #pokémon irl #irl pkmn #craftsman’s thoughts #regigigas 250 follower event (bad times)

[lafleshlumpeater]

250 followers + birthday celebration!! (14th jan-28th jan- closed)

pls check my fandom list and character list before sending in an ask!! (pls only send in asks for characters on the list + from these fandoms only!!)

pls don’t send in any asks after the 28th!!

no limits on how many asks you can send, go wild <3

thanks sm @marvelgurl31 for helping me w this<3

nav

but i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss

send me this and i’ll hand- write you a short letter!! (moots only)

i wanna brainwash you into loving me forever

send me a fandom, a  gender pref and a detailed description about you and i'll ship you with a character from that fandom!!

cause he was sunshine, i was midnight rain

send in a character, the fandom they’re from, a gender pref and a trope and i’ll make a moodboard for the both of you in a relationship!!

she’ll patch up your tapestry that i shred

send me this, a character and what fandom they’re from  and i’ll make a moodboard for how i see the two of you in a relationship!!

cause darling im a nightmare dressed like a daydream

tell me what you think my aesthetic is and i’ll do the same for you!! (moots only)

bad, bad boy shiny toy with a price, you know that i bought it

tell me what you would gift me for my bday and i’ll do the same for you!!

we small talk, work and the weather

send me this to chat (about your day, about a crush, for life advice, or even just to vent)

i say, “i hate you,” we break up, you call me, “i love you”

tell me your first opinion of me compared to now and i’ll do the same for you!! (moots only)

honey without the exes, fights and flaws, we wouldn’t be standing here so tall

send me an unpopular ship/your otp and i’ll give you my opinion on them!!

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

send me this with a fandom, character, gender pref  and trope and i’ll write a short blurb for it!!

you’ve got that james dean, daydream, look in your eye

send in a detailed description about you and i’ll tell you what fictional universe i think you belong in!!

and you’ve got a smile that can light up this whole town

send me this and i’ll tell you one assumption i have about you!! (moots only)

you should take it as a compliment that i’m talking to everyone here but you

tumblr games!! (kmk, cym, would you rather, etc)

tagging some moots (lmk if you don't wanna be tagged in the future): @starchasing-cryptid @starstruckwillows @dizzyntrr @diqldrunk @heyyyitsmegen @quickslvxrr @iheartmoons @iheartaris @fefifofae @kimorna @loaf-of-soup

#my bday is on the 19th btw<3 #mutuals<33 #celebration #250 followers #250 followers celebration #events #bday celebration #spam pls

[daytaker]

Hey man, congrats on 250 followers. Can you do the "sleep cute" prompt with Solomon? Love your work, keep it up. It's really your choice but could it be platonic if you do it?

Thank you so much, Anon! I was about three quarters done with this when it occurred to me that it didn't quite fit the "sleep cute" trope, but they sleep, and it's quite cute, so hopefully you don't mind.

The Best Apprentice

Solomon x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1206 CW: minor injuries; a whiff of the suggestive, but barely

[Part of my 250 Followers Mini Event!]

It’s almost three o’clock in the morning when the sound of a small explosion coming from Solomon’s room sends you jumping out of bed and skidding down the hallway between his room and yours. Not bothering to knock, you throw the door open, only to find the sorcerer standing up beside his desk, blinking rapidly and looking almost as confused as you do.

“Oh! Ahaha… I’m sorry, did that wake you up?” He smiles apologetically, running a hand through his messy hair. He yawns, and you peer past him to see just what the hell could have made that sound.

On the table, you see what you once would have assumed was a chemistry set of some sort. Now, of course, you recognize that Solomon’s been brewing some potion or other. Or, he had been. One of the vials of liquid seems to have exploded. Tiny shards of glass cover the desk, and, you’re alarmed to realize, your mentor’s right hand.

“What happened?” You sound more annoyed than you intended as you step gingerly across the room. You have on socks, but that doesn’t make you feel much better knowing shards of glass are probably lying on the floor too.

“I…” He yawns again and chuckles sheepishly. “I fell asleep with one of my reagents stirring. It’s a good thing too, because if I’d been sitting up, I’d have gotten glass in my face.”

“If you had been sitting up,” you counter, “it wouldn’t have exploded.”

“Ahaha… Touché,” Solomon admits, then he holds his arm out, preventing you from stepping any closer. “Now, careful, or you’ll get cut.”

He utters a quick incantation, and the shattered glass dissolves from the desk. With that out of the way, Solomon looks grimly at the beakers that still sit intact on his desk. “I need more devilfish oil and sassafras.” He sighs. “I’m low on a few bonding agents too, so I guess it’s time I went shopping.”

“The only place it’s time for you to go is bed,” you say in a no-nonsense tone. This seems to only amuse Solomon, much to your annoyance. “I’m not joking. If you fell asleep at your desk, you clearly need the rest.”

He steps closer to you and cups your cheeks in his hands, smiling at you with an expression somewhere between ‘impish’ and ‘adoring’.

“Now, now,” he says lightly, pressing his forehead to yours. You deadpan as he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. “That’s hardly something for an apprentice to be telling their master, isn’t it?”

“First of all, you’re my mentor, not my master.” You give a small scowl at this overstep of his and gently remove his hands from your cheeks, taking a small step back. “And second, I’m not telling you as your apprentice. I’m telling you as your friend.”

He cants his head to the side, his smile growing just a fraction of an inch. “Just as my friend?”

“Don’t push your luck, Solomon.”

“Well, pardon me. With the way you’re still holding onto my hands, you’re sending me mixed messages.”

“You’re impossible.” You drop his left hand but hold his right one up and look it over. It seems the glass that had struck him was magicked away by the same spell that took care of the rest of it, but there are still little cuts on the back of it. He could have taken care of this in an instant, you know, but he didn’t. Probably because he wants you to do it.  Muttering an incantation, you heal the cuts on his hand and let it go.

As you predicted, Solomon appears supremely pleased as he looks his hand over. “Well, look at that. All better!” He looks up at you again with smiling eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now go to sleep.”

“Hmm…” Solomon turns around and walks back over to the desk, tapping it with his forefinger. “No, I don’t think I will.”

“Excuse me?” You fold your arms and glare at him, but he’s no longer looking at you. He’s looking over the beakers on his desk again. Or pretending to, at least. You don’t trust this little stunt of his for a second.

“I’m so busy with my research,” he explains. You don’t need to see his face to know there’s a shiteating grin on it. “I’m just not feeling very motivated to go to sleep right now.”

“You realize you’re behaving like a child, right?”

Solomon peers over his shoulder at you and shrugs, his smile never wavering, before returning his attention to his lab setup, carefully capping some vials while preparing to mix some others together. He’s such a pain in the ass sometimes.

So you approach him and hug him from behind. “Please?” Two can play the childish card. You aren’t so easy to outdo.

For just a fraction of a second, you feel Solomon tense. Then he laughs.

“How badly do you want me to sleep, exactly?”

“Soooo badly.”

He swivels around and you’re hit with something like déjà vû. He cups your cheeks with his hands and presses his forehead to yours again. Only this time, your arms are still around him. And his smile is just so… Solomon.

“Alright. If you insist. But you’re going to join me.”

You sigh. And Solomon, interpreting that as a response, drops your cheeks and takes a step back, looking a little put out, but more embarrassed. It’s surprising to actually see him like that.

“Sorry.” He’s smiling again already. “That was a little out of line, wasn’t it.” Pink still dusts his cheeks as he looks intently down at the desk, as if he’s searching for something. “But alright, you win. I’ll go to bed. Sorry again about waking you.”

“Solomon,” you reply, crossing your arms. You’re almost sighing again. Almost. “I didn’t say no.”

He perks up almost instantly.

“But don’t get any weird ideas! You said you wanted me to join you! Nobody said anything about anything else, understand?”

“Of course,” he replies with a beam. “Surely you didn’t think I had any impure intentions? Or did you maybe hope that I did…?”

You turn around to walk out of the room.

“Alright, sorry, understood! Ahaha… You’re so tricky to please sometimes!”

Solomon flops down on his bed and scoots to the far end of it, patting the spot beside him. You’re a little bit more embarrassed than you’d anticipated as he watches you climb on up after him and get under the covers. You stare at the ceiling, uncomfortable and a bit on edge, when you feel Solomon roll onto his side to face you.

“Hey.”

You turn your head to look at him. He’s awfully close, unsurprisingly. You can’t stop a nervous giggle from spilling out. He smiles softly at this and touches your cheek. “You really are the best apprentice I ever could have hoped for. Thanks for everything.”

The tension inside you seems to melt away like snow as you roll onto your side and snuggle up to the sorcerer. “You’re welcome. Now go to sleep.”

“So bossy,” he chuckles under his breath.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“Goodnight, Solomon.”

“Goodnight, my adorable apprentice.”

#writing event #anon #ask response #250 followers event #mc #solomon #obey me solomon #fanfic #daytaker fanfic #obey me fanfic #obey me drabble #obey me solomon x reader #obey me x reader #i hope that was platonic enough??? #i'm sorry if it was a little too (solomon waggling his eyebrows)

[bokutosmochi]

250 followers event [open]

@tetsuswhores​

#matchmaker leo #250 followers event

[paldean-ranger-brandy]

//Paldean Ranger Brandy’s 250 Follower Event

Hi. There’s too many of you. So I decided to thin the herd a bit by inflicting my ego on you all (aka making you read my writing).

Starting now and until I say stop, you can submit your character OR a random prompt for me to write with Brandy. There are just a couple of rules around submissions, which are;

If you are submitting your character, I ask that either they have had a meaningful interaction with Brandy before (ask games don’t count) OR that you include in your prompt how or why they might be interacting.

Prompts can be as simple or detailed as you like – anything from “Brandy and X fic please” to “Brandy and x coffee shop au where Brandy is the world’s worst barista and X is a coffee snob” is good. Depending on the prompt we can decide together whether or not the fic is canon to our characters or not.

I feel like this should go without saying but you can only submit your own characters for this one lads.

Prompts which don’t include other characters can also be as vague or specific as you want (no sexy stuff tho, I’m not writing smut for you deviants)

Fic lengths will be…however long I write them to be. But as you all maybe noticed I am bad at brevity so odds are they will be a somewhat chunky little fanfic. I will also be stopping submissions based on vibes alone, there’s no set number of slots for this one. I’ll allow more submissions that I did for my 100 follower event, but also please note that the holidays are coming up and it might take me time to get some of these out.

Same as last time, I will send you a google doc of the fic before posting so you can approve/request changes in case I fuck up on how to write your character.

That’s all! Send me your dolls so I can write about them.

#ooc post #250 follower event #*grabby hands* GIMME

[eeveearoace]

alright, folks, welcome to...

Kaivee's 250 Followers Event

so, i was trying to think of something to do for 250 followers when i remembered somebody else's (nyx, maybe?) idea for their own follower milestone...

i'll write custom fics for 3 random people!

two fics will be in the 1-2k word count zone, while one will be in the 3-5k word count zone. (depending on what the request is, i may write more or less, but i'll try to aim for that general area.)

all you have to do to be considered is reblog this post! consideration will end march 1st at midnight, EST (you don't have to be following me, but if you want to, go ahead)

a bit more information below the cut!

One entry per person. If you reblog this on multiple accounts, please tell me that in the tags. If I find out that you reblogged this on multiple accounts without revealing that, I have the right to disqualify you. (If your account clearly specifies you have a main account, that's also fine, but please just tell me - it'll be much easier for me that way.)

Nothing NSFW.

I won't *necessarily* limit fics to only Amphibia stuff, but if you want something non-Amphibia, it'll have to be something I'm familiar with, so feel free to ask me about whatever, but keep in mind I might tell you no.

If a topic makes me uncomfortable, I have the right to veto it.

I have the right to drop any winner for any reason at any time. Just don't be a jerk, and I really don't think this will be an issue.

If you have any other questions, feel free to ask! I don't have a schedule for this quite yet, but I think this event will be fun :)

#kaivee rambles #kaivee's 250 followers event #followers event

[bby-deerling]

swoops in with one mihawk w/ give in to me - "quench my desire, give it when i want it." lets goooo <333

oooh my sweet lumi i've spent so much time on this one, i hope you love it!

mihawk + give into me (nsfw, afab!reader)

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 1.1k masterlist

cw: bondage, restraints (ropes + spreader bar), mihawk is a mean dom (hes nice at the end tho), orgasm denial, bird petnames, punishment, sir kink, bdsm, food/drink in the bedroom, fingering, piv

“I told you, I’ve grown tired of this little game of ours, songbird.” Mihawk murmurs, his lips nearly ghosting the shell of your ear.

Miscalculating the amount of sway you had over the Warlord, you had spent the entire day teasing him, even daring to do so in public; he now intended to make you pay for every bit of it.

Silk ropes firmly hold your wrists to the bedposts, and a spreader bar keeps your legs open, leaving you completely vulnerable to him as he silently eyes you down, like you’re nothing but a plump worm writhing on the ground, ready to be plucked out of the soil.  Squirming against your restraints to test them only resulted in Mihawk clicking his tongue in disapproval.

“Now, now.  I thought you were smarter than that; you should know by now that it’s not wise to continue to test me.” he says, making you shiver as his cold fingertips run across your cheek as he lets out a deep sigh.  “I suppose I’ll have to break you.”

His words, along with his intense, golden stare keep you still as he walks along the side of the bed, lazily dragging his fingers down your thigh, amused at the way you exhale with disappointment as they trail away from where you need it most.

“Don’t think for a moment that I’ll take pity on you tonight, dove.  Not after the way you were behaving.” he warns, forcing the spreader bar to open your legs wider.  “Disobey, and I have no qualms leaving you here.”

“Yes, sir.” you say, voice barely above a whisper.  Mihawk’s lips curl into a sneer as he leans against the bedpost, staring down at your helpless form.  His eyes are deeply in focus, meticulously planning how he was going to punish you; the sight sends electricity running through your spine, and you fight the urge to shiver.

His first touches are teasing and light, but nonetheless they still make your back arch.  Your teeth bite the inside of your cheeks as you try to keep yourself from writhing too much in your restraints, not wanting to be deprived of the way his hands were caressing you.  Nevertheless, you can’t hide the glistening arousal dripping out of your slit, especially when you’re spread wide for his enjoyment.

“Are you really that easy to crack?” he muses, watching you clench around nothing as his fingers knead the plump flesh of your thigh.  “Perhaps I should test how sweetly my little bird can sing.” he says, running his fingers along your core and coating them with slick.  As he circles them along your entrance, the glint in his eyes tells you he’s beyond entertained at the gasps and whimpers that slip from your mouth, unable to be held back.

“Let me know when you’re close, dove.” he says as he sinks his fingers inside of you; his tone is teasing, but the look in his eyes is a warning that he had no qualms following through on his threat from earlier to leave you there if you didn’t comply.  You whimper out a nearly pathetic “Yes, sir.” in response.

And you don’t mean to disobey him, you really don’t, but with the way his fingers were rhythmically massaging your sweet spot, with the added thrill of being tied up and at his complete mercy, your climax hits you hard and fast, with no time to prepare.  He doesn’t give you the satisfaction of being able to feel your walls grip his fingers, instead pulling them out and shaking his head with a disappointed sigh before walking away.

“Mihawk!” you protest as he sinks into the armchair on the other side of the room, kicking his feet onto the coffee table as he pours himself a glass of vintage red wine.

“Sir, don’t leave me here…” you plead, voice weaker this time, knowing that venting your frustrations would only make him draw this out longer.

“By all means, songbird, keep chirping.  Each time you open your mouth adds another five minutes onto your sentence.” he says, his tone unaffected and full of feigned boredom as he swirls the glass, warming the liquid with the heat of his palm.

He’s painfully slow as he sips at his wine, every so often giving your struggling form a passing glance.

“I’m not sure why you’re complaining, seeing as you’ve already gotten yours.” he says, rolling his eyes as your arms twitch in their restraints before going back to his drink.

You keep quiet and turn your eyes to the ceiling as you wait out your punishment; the sight of Mihawk nonchalantly drinking as if you weren’t splayed out for him was too infuriating and humiliating to deal with.  However, you knew sooner or later he would have to drop the façade and finish what he started.

When he finally approaches you, there’s still a bit of wine swirling at the bottom of his glass.  Obediently, you open your mouth for him when he taps on your jaw; as the dark red liquid pours into your mouth, you hold it for a moment to taste thoroughly before swallowing.

“Thoughts?” he asks you, face stony, stoic, and hard to read as ever.

“Sweet, but not overly sugary.  A bit too astringent for my tastes, but a classic Lambrusco.” you say, confident in your assessment.  Pride swells in your stomach as he nods affirmatively, a smirk on his face.

“Make me look like a fool in public again, and you’ll be wishing for me to be half as nice as I have been tonight.” he warns as he undoes your restraints.  Your limbs feel like jelly as they relax onto the bed; he kisses them gently as he climbs on top of you.

“I won’t, I promise, sir.” you say, flexing and relaxing your fingers repeatedly as you try to shake out the pins and needles.  The sensation of his mouth on yours is like melting wax; hot and impossible to pull yourself away from; his hands find your wrists, rubbing circles into the soft red lines the ropes had made in them.

“Please make love to me, Mihawk.” you whisper, gasping as he nips at your neck.  He clicks his tongue in annoyance, kissing over the bright red marks forming on the skin he’s bitten.

“Don’t beg, dear.  It’s unbecoming.” he says, dropping all airs from the game you were previously playing.  Mihawk wants you obedient, but not grovelling—his to punish and toy with, but only up to a certain point—after all, he’s a man who is easily bored and reserves the right to change his mind at a moment’s notice.

“You’re the partner of a Warlord of the Sea.  Act like it.” he murmurs in your ear as his cock slides into you, sending a rush of heat from your core to your cheeks.

He gives you the soft and slow lovemaking you desire from him without any more pleas—he’s satisfied you’ve learned your lesson.

And even if you hadn’t, he’d be a fool to pass up the opportunity to tie you up again.

#one piece x reader #x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x you #mihawk x you #one piece smut #mdni #250 follower event

[hey-august]

250 event!

"Snack" (spicy 👀) with "This is nice"

Ngl Buggy is the tastiest of snacks.

-rorywritesjunk

I had so much fun with this ⭐🩷 even though Buggy wasn't the secret snack in the end This also came in at a good moment so I could tie it into another story from this event, so tyty Rory!!

Prompts: Snack (spicy), "This is nice." Teaser: "You could smell the pirate’s pungent grassy gamey breath as he leaned in for a kiss. Tilting your head, you accepted the greasy affection on your cheek before dusting away the crumbs." Warnings: SFW. Established relationship, Buggy x GN!reader, buggy's a goon, don't crunch hard candies. Word count: ~600

Check out my 250 Follower Prompt Event and see fulfilled prompts here.

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“You want a snack?” 

“What is it?” Buggy asked, eyeing the small bag in your hand.

“Dried fruit. It’s good.” You shook the bag. “They’re spicy.”

That’s all Buggy really needed to hear. He snatched the whole bag from you. A handful of food was shoved in his mouth while a hum of appreciation slipped out.

Somehow, you always knew what he was craving.

Mornings where the sun woke up long before the ship’s captain were the days where a plate of food waited for him next to the bed. Biscuits waiting to be smothered in jam and butter, slightly undercooked fatty bacon, and fried eggs topped with hot sauce. Just as Buggy was shoveling an amalgamate breakfast sandwich in his crumb-coated mouth, you’d show up with a steaming cup of coffee.

Afternoons full of paperwork and imprisonment at his desk were rewarded with little candies that you always had on hand. Mints that cleared his nose and made his eyes water, sweets that stained his tongue ridiculous colors, sour suckers that he treated as challenges to withstand, and - his favorite - cinnamon candies that burned his tongue.

When he collapsed in bed after a long day, you were there with something crunchy. You always said it was just something to share that you picked up at port to share, but the greedy pirate usually ate far more than half.

“This is nice,” Buggy said with a mouthful of mush. They were salty, cheesy, a little oniony, and supremely delicious. “Thanks, doll.”

You could smell the pirate’s pungent grassy gamey breath as he leaned in for a kiss. Tilting your head, you accepted the greasy affection on your cheek before dusting away the crumbs.

“Don’t wipe that away,” he grumbled, leaning in to replace his thanks.

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One day you offered Buggy a cinnamon candy for no reason. It appeared from nowhere, all for him. He popped the treat in his mouth and rolled it around, letting it clatter against his teeth.

“‘ow cohm yu alwaysh hahh shnax?”

You stared at him, waiting for the jumble of syllables to fall into place. It was taking a while.

Buggy repeated his question and pointed towards his mouth.

“Oh, how come I always have snacks,” you repeated, trying to buy time before answering the question.

Buggy crunched into the cinnamon ball with a loud crack. “Do you have another?” he asked inbetween ferocious chomps.

“You’re going to crack a tooth if you keep doing that.” Despite the chiding, you pulled another from your pocket.

Buggy winked at your remark. Well, you thought it was the remark until you felt a jostle in your pocket and Buggy’s hand returned to the pirate.

“You’ve been holding out on me! Your captain!” 

“Hey, no! Give that back!”

Buggy raised the bag of candies out of your reach, distracting you from the other hand that went to rummage in a different pocket. This one joined its companion, holding up the bag of crackers it found. They were the spicy cheesy flavor that Buggy had been asking for lately.

“Oh, I like these ones. What else are you keeping from me?”

“For you, ya goon. Give them back before you eat them all.” You tried and failed at retrieving the snacks.

“Don’t call your captain a goon,” Buggy retorted. His floating hands fumbled with the bags and he popped another cinnamon candy in his mouth.

Buggy didn’t return the treats, but it was no problem. You let him learn a lesson from the hot cinnamon that burned the top layer of his tongue off. He also endured subsequent reminders from his beloved spicy treats that further irritated his swollen tongue.

The pirate was bound to find out that you carried snacks around for him, in addition to hiding them around the ship. You paid attention to what Buggy liked and would purchase treats for him.

And it was all worth it to see him light up with eyes full of stars and smiles full of happiness and half-chewed food.

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #hey-august 250 follower event