Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌
This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn
One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.
I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.
But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.
After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.
"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.
"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.
He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."
That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.
"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.
"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.
"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.
"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.
"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."
He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.
"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."
His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.
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This is a little self indulgent so feel free to ignore! But I have been dealing with pretty severe hair loss due to a chronic illness and have been feeling really sad and unloveable and embarrassed about it lately, esp because I used to have really thick and luscious hair. I think it would be so healing to read something about Sevika comforting and loving a reader who is dealing with hair loss hahahaha or you could even just generally do something about a reader struggling with body changes due to chronic illness??? Whatever you want! Thank you so much love you <3
this whole blog is self-indulgent central babe!! also, i love you too, i'm so sorry you're going through this, chronic illness sucks so much fucking ass, i hope this can make you feel just a bit better <333
men and minors dni
she catches you in the bathroom, staring sadly down at the sink.
"babe?" she asks.
"i lost more hair." you say, sad and quiet. you lift up the clump of hair in the sink that came out when you tried to brush this morning for her to see.
sevika's heart breaks.
not because of your hair. she doesn't really give a shit about it. sure, you've got great hair, but sevika'd still love you if you were bald, or if you grew needles out of your scalp instead of your soft strands. no, her heart breaks because she knows how much you care about it, and how sad you get each time your chronic illness takes more of it from you.
"fuck, baby." she mumbles, racing to wrap you up in a hug. you slump against her, silently crying into her chest. "i'm sorry, honey." she whispers against your scalp, pressing kisses to your head.
"i just-- i feel so fuckin' ugly." you mumble.
sevika gasps, and steps away from you, both of her strong hands on your shoulders. she almost shakes you as she speaks, a glare in her eyes. "don't fucking say that." she says. you blink up at her, surprised by her tone. "fuck, baby, you're the most beautiful woman i've ever met, are you fucking kidding me?" she asks. "it-- you have great hair but-- that's not what makes you hot, you know?" she asks. you blink.
"what?" you ask. sevika groans, and this time, she does shake your shoulders as she speaks.
"look at you!" she cries. "baby-- you've still got your body. your gorgeous skin, your pretty smile, those eyes, fuck i get lost in your eyes all the fucking time. you're funny and smart and so fucking kind and i can never stop staring at your ass-- shit, honey, you're so good looking it drives me insane." she insists. a smile ticks up at the corner of your mouth, but quickly fades away.
"i might go bald someday." you say sadly. sevika groans.
"so you'll be bald! i'll love my little baldheaded baby. give your head kisses all the fuckin time, buy you hats to keep you warm, get you wigs-- think of all the fuckin' colors and styles and lengths you can have, whenever you want!" you chuckle at her outburst, tears still streaming down your cheeks, but your frown doesn't return.
"thanks, sev." you say. she swoops in to press a firm kiss to your lips.
she does research on hair loss for you.
she comes home with different potions and oils for hair growth at least once a week.
once a week, she'll help you coat your hair in masks, to condition and soften and promote growth. and then an hour later, she'll wash it out for you, taking her time to wash it all out, then gently comb your hair and blow dry it for you.
she learns how to do styles meant for thin hair, and then she insists she does your hair for you every morning.
her instagram feed is entirely thin hair styling videos now.
she gives you a new style every. single. day. sometimes, she'll even do her own hair in the same style, so the two of you can match.
as you lose more, she starts pressing kisses to the little spots of your scalp, sure to make it clear just how much she loves every part of you.
and each time she catches you in the mirror fretting with your scalp, she'll smother you in kisses until you forget your worries, then go out to buy you a fun new hat or headband or head scarf or wig to take your mind off the loss, and put it on the new fun accessories.
her care for you doesn't stop here. she's just as intensely loving and caring when you experience other symptoms of your illness.
she carries those pocket warmers with her, and when you're out and about and get an ache or pain, she'll pop 'em to activate 'em, then wrap them in a rag before pressing it to whatever part of your body is sore.
she's always making sure you get enough food and water, even when you aren't feeling hungry. she researches good protein shakes with lots of calories and nutrients, then buys the best she can find-- and she'll glare at you every morning and evening until you finish your serving.
if you get tired when you're out in public, sevika will take you home the second you yawn. doesn't matter if you're in the middle of grocery shopping, she'll leave the cart in the middle of the aisle and take you home, holding you until you fall asleep, then sneaking out to return to the store and finish shopping for the both of you.
she still runs her fingers through your hair like she did when you first met, uncaring of the way a few strands will always come out while she strokes your hair. and, when your little bald spots start growing fuzzy patches back, she's fucking thrilled. she loves the texture, loves running her fingers over it.
when you start wearing wigs on the regular (if that's something you do) sevika is always thrilled when you ask for her opinions.
"oooh i think the bob goes better with that outfit, babe." or "fuck, that red looks fucking stunning on you."
sometimes, you'll catch her in the bathroom, one of your wigs on her head, dancing in the mirror as she swishes the long inches of hair behind her back. it's so fucking cute. she's so embarrassed each time you catch her.
anyways, sevika loves you more than anything else in her life. a little hair loss isn't gonna stop that.
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okay i have to say something to you, asher. this might just me be ranting or a vent so TL;DR.
(if you do, then youre just the best ever. its appreciated)
youve been making my days with your work honestly.
recently, i got extremely demotivated bcs of personal life shiz and wanted a short break from everything going on. but wnv i open tumblr n read those fanfics of yours, oh.. my god.., the WAY you make me feel.
sometimes i forget whatever is happening around me, and emerge myself into your writings. i forget im sad, or tired as hell, and just keep reading your fics rolling around in my bed, giggling like a teenage girl.
ive read the works of many other tumblr artists, and theyve probably made me feel funny inside too. but your work? oh dang, i literally have NO words to describe how those DOL fanfics make me feel late at night. im in LOVE with your writing.
im also kind of a huge bibliophile, so books and fictions are able to reach my soul; make me have those late night emotions build up inside of me. you wouldve no idea as to how many times ive laughed or cried (happy tears) in the middle of the night. all bcs i was reading ur works.
they are emotions, and im not even exaggerating. youve made me feel a lot of them, and i hope you continue to do so.
im all too emotional after writing this and i wanna hug someone so bad rn.
if im not asking for much, can i give you a hug? that'll also be a way for me to show my appreciation, since as a reader, i can do nothing for you but to support you.
thank you for existing, and im grateful for all that youve contributed for us. i admire you so much. please keep writing asher. i will always be with you.
- Bright Anon
That’s.. now. That’s. I’m. Uh. Can’t properly compute. I’ll give you a hug. C’mere.
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Watching Hasan, Rae, and Austin rate fits form the Streamer Awards and they bumped Tubbo's score up (8.5 -> 9) because someone in chat thought it was dark green on dark green instead of black on black. Definitely just the lighting in one pic but that would've been so cool to see. It wasn't the most exciting suit at the show but I'm so glad he got something that fit him so well and had the extra touch of the super short, chunky chain.
Literally dark green would have been top tier and that’s something that even my most hated enemies can agree on.
That being said, I did really like the suit he had. It was flattering on him and the stylist did a really good job of keeping it simple but nice without overshadowing tubbo bc that’s a trap a lot of people fall into. The chain was the perfect addition of accessories that don’t take away from the suit, look nice, and worked well with tubbos sensory issues (though I doubt the stylist knew that) because I know he would have hated how short and thick the chain was.
Manifesting a dark green suit and a win for next year!!!
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