#original character request

[badbtssmut]

Your boyfriend looks a little too good in his police uniform.

Contains: Jungkook is a cop, fucking while wearing his uniform, reader is handcuffed, bit of squirting, Jungkook telling reader not to cum yet, kinda roleplay-ish, pussy fucking from behind, missionary

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“Yeah, like that? That what you want? Tell officer Jeon how much you like it.” You moan as he pounds into you, the metal of his handcuffs digging into your skin. “Pussy taking in all this cock so well, so fucking wet.” Your boyfriend cooed, gripping onto your wrists tighter as he sped up his hips.

He was still dressed in full uniform, the heavy weight of his utility belt pressed against your ass, his shirt still tucked in and his hardened cock poking between the gap of his undone pants, and you, laid bare before him.

“Yes, like that…” You dug your face into the mattress, frowning as you focused on taking in his size, feeling every vein and inch of his cock slide against your walls.

“Is that all? Don't make me repeat myself again. How much do you like it when I fuck you like this, slut? How much do you like your pussy used like the toy that it is? Hm?” Jungkook pressed, slowing down his movement before he stopped, keeping his cock tucked inside of you, waiting for your reply.

“Jungkook…” You whimpered, trying to move your hips back to feel the same pleasure as before, but he stopped you. His hands moved from your wrists to your waist, holding you in place. You could hear him laugh softly, amused at your frustration.

“Jungkook…” You started again, whining his name.

“Jeon for you.” He corrected you. You were surprised, not expecting him to keep up the roleplay, even with his cock buried in you.

You were too horny to fight, and just wanted him to keep going, so you obliged.

“Mr Jeon, I love it when you fuck me, feels so good, never wanna stop… Just keep going, please, fuck me and use me.” You whined, moving your head back, trying to get a look at his face.

He smirked, before leaning in closer and giving you a kiss. You kissed him back before he pulled away and resumed his rhythm, the sound of his belt and his thighs smacking against your skin filled the room, and you started to breath faster, before moans left your lips.

“Mm yes, right there…” You moaned, closing your eyes, letting the sensation of him hitting your spot wash over you.

“Yeah? Right there? That’s your spot, here?” He teased, hitting the same place.

You nodded quickly, unable to speak.

Jungkook then pulled out, before he flipped you over and got between your legs, entering you again. He leaned over you and caged you in, his arms on both side of your head, as he began to thrust.

Your arms were trapped between the bed and your back, and you were at his mercy, as he fucked you, making sure his cock rubbed against your g-spot every time. Your moans made him aware that he was hitting you in the right spot, and his cock twitched in response.

The bed creaked loudly, and his heavy breathing filled your ears. He looked down at your body, admiring the way your chest rose and fell with each thrust, and your eyes rolling back every now and then, and it pushed him closer.

Jungkook sat up, still moving his hips back and forth as he unbuttoned his jacket, pulling it off and dropping it next to him.

He then took the shirt off, exposing his sweaty torso, and he leaned down again, his hands now grabbing your bare chest.

Your tits bounced with each thrust, and you moaned louder, wrapping your legs around him, encouraging him to go deeper.

“Fuck.” Jungkook cussed, kneading your chest and rolling your nipples in between his fingers, causing you to whimper.

“Close…” You whined, feeling yourself near your climax.

“No, not yet, baby. Wait for me, yeah? Can you do that for me?” Jungkook whispered, now caressing your face. “Please baby? Need you five more minutes, can you? Please, wanna cum together, wanna cum with your pussy hugging my cock, need you to hold it a bit longer.” He nearly begged.

“Jeon, if you keep talking like that, I’ll…” You tried to tell him, but he silenced you with a kiss, moving his hips a bit faster.

It was torture, his pace was just enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to send you over. You closed your eyes, focusing on his cock and his tongue slipping into your mouth.

Your feet kicked into the sheets, trying to hold it, but you couldn’t.

Jungkook could tell you were near your limit, and he sat up, raising your hips and pounding into you harder, chasing his own release. You whimpered, being at his mercy as he lifted your lower body and mercilessly pounded into you, him adjusting himself to fuck you into a higher angle made you nearly cry, as you could feel yourself coming closer and closer.

Finally, he released his load into you, moaning out your name and riding out his high, and you soon followed, squirting onto his cock and soaking the sheets.

“Mm..” He shuddered, keeping his cock in you and leaning in to kiss you.

“Baby…” You whimpered. “They hurt.” You reminded him.

Jungkook immediately reached down and took the handcuffs off, throwing them off the bed, and brought your wrists to his lips, kissing them.

#bts smut #bts x reader #bts requests #bts smut requests #bts fanfic #bts smut fanfic #jungkook x female reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook x original character #jungkook x reader

[zeldacw]

Patron's sketch request:

ZiDian SanDu & LieBing Shuoyue interaction.

*SanDu outfit design update.

Original character design for the MDZS weapon spirits. (WQSC)

#sketch request #忘情隨塵 #original character #danmei #sketch #drawing

[kaereth]

A super goopy mushroom kitty! I had never seen or known about this mushrooms before this, they're super cool

#cat #mushroom #original character #original art #artists on tumblr #request

[realtimefanduboutofcontext]

Maybe the bit from the Shadow Dub with “well, you know what they say. You are what you eat sonic.” And then Sonic’s reaction?

SnapCube's Real-Time Fandub | "Shadow the Hedgehog" (2022)

#dubposting #real-time fandub #snapcube #out of context #real time fandub #snapcube's real-time fandub #2022 #shadow the hedgehog (episode) #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog (character) #sonic the hedgehog (character) #twitter hits #requested anonymously #requested by JunegeeFulmer #at least originally

[mx-ryder]

Hey Writeblr,

I have a very specific request.

Will you tell me about your old OCs? I'm talking like middle school/high school edgy OCs. The ones who make you cringe when you remember them, because they're so awful. The Mary-Sue's, the self-inserts. The ones you would never ever ever resurrect because oh my gods they're irredeemable. The over-powered ones. The dark-haired boys with crooked smiles and ocean orbs. The girls who are so not like those other girls.

I'd like to hear about them please! I desire to know them!

#writing #fiction #creative writing #original characters #ocs #ask away! #writeblr #fiction writing #please #writers of tumblr #queer writers #writers #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writblr game #writblr #a request!

[mrghostrat]

let 👏 him 👏 sleep 👏

(lineart timelapse on my $1 tier)

#sleepy b is also the funniest request because he physically cannot sleep #but boy tries his darndest #mister b #himby otp #himpy belongs to @starpyrate!!!! #we are just friends but our sonas fuck nasty. what of it #oc #original character #vampire #rat draws

[tomwaterbabies]

doodle request dump wee weeee

#mostly like. fanart so on here it goes #but there's some ocs in there. my special guys #vat7k #varigo #lies of p #dnd #dungeons and dragons #original character #pinocchio #efteling #my art #requests for the dragon

[aaeeart]

if y'all still taking doodle requests, how bout some sketchies of togrutas?

i tried ! togrutas are so so cool but also how do you togruta 😩

@rammota @tonqurrrr @tobytost i hope you don't mind i borrowed your characters ! <3

#digital art #fanart #art #star wars #star wars togruta #togruta #togruta fanart #togrutas #clone wars #original character #original characters #my art #sketch requests #star wars fanart #artists on tumblr #thanks for the request!

[crismakesstuff]

respectfully reqqing for CECIL !!! if ur unable to… then how about a silly doodle between aconite n cele??? 🫢

SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER BUT HERE IT IS

i decided to do both bc I rly wanted a chance to draw ur oc aconite c:

#SORRY IVE TAKEN FOREVER AGAIN #IM WORKING ON REQUESTS GUYS I PROMISE #a lot of them are just in the sketch stage rn! #invincible #invincible show #invincible fanart #cecil stedman #invincible oc #aconite grayson #<belongs to milky! #cele grayson #🎆🕳 #oc art #original character #mark grayson #nolan grayson #crismakesstuff #she/her for aconite and the/he/she for cele !!

[lokischocolatefountain]

well if you are taking requests, itd be great to see more touch starved joel, joel who is so afraid of hurting you in bed but bruises you anyways, joel who flinches when you yocuh him after nightmares but then comes closer when you pull away.

I love this request 🥺🥺 You are very right and Joel Miller is a touch starved man and deserves to be fed. So, here you go

Our Normal

Fandom: The Last of Us (HBO)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: Mature (Mention of violence, sexual situations)

A/N: I loved writing this and I hope the anon who requested it has fun reading it 💜 Also, I have a Javi request that was sent before this but the man was being so uncooperative so I had to ditch him for Joel for a while.

Joel was never a physically affectionate man. His love is shown through acts of service for the people he loves, through protecting them from everything in the universe. That changes when he becomes a father in his early twenties. Sarah is just so little and so fragile and he needs to hold his baby girl because if he doesn’t, he might just explode. He gives her hugs and kisses and cuddles. She always gets kisses on the forehead and cheeks when he tucks her in.

When he loses Sarah, his world is effectively over and touch is no longer about affection. People don’t yet know how the infection spreads, so they keep from touching each other. Someone approaching you might be infected. If they touch you, it might be over. Touch is no longer a hug from his daughter or a pat on the back from his brother. It is deceiving a young man with a fake injury and begging him for supplies before putting his hands around his neck and strangling him to steal his car. It is a punch to his face, a kick to his stomach and an arm putting him in a chokehold.

With Tess, it is different. It is a squeeze to his shoulder when he wakes up from yet another nightmare of his child, still a toddler, asking him why he let her die. It is a quick fuck on the ground in the woods to relieve some tension. It is her slipping into bed with him and holding him because they have both agreed they need this without any words being exchanged. It is more than anything he has ever had with other women in his life. But it is never spoken of, it never means anything more, it just is.

He is in Jackson and life has become normal yet he cannot adjust to it. After two decades of leading a life that is anything but normal, the comfort of three meals a day, a roof over his head and certainty that he’ll wake up the next morning is frightening. He knows he will never adjust. Everyone else seems happy living this normal life, but it is something he will never accept. People hug and kiss and marry. Tommy holds his newborn in his arms and kisses his wife’s hand like it’s normal, like the last twenty years didn’t happen. He wants it too. It shames him to want, but oh how he wants to touch you, to hold your hand and cup your cheek and graze your finger when you hand him something. But he cannot give in. If he allows himself to slip into such comforts, he will not survive when it is taken away from him again. If he accepts it as normal, it will mean that he will have moved on from the loss. The loss of Sarah, of his…Tess.

He touches you once. It is a necessity. It is during patrol and you were about to step on a trap someone left to catch animals. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you back, but he keeps his hands on you for longer than necessary. You thank him a little dramatically for “saving my life” and he smiles. For the first time in a long time, it isn’t because of something Ellie said. He lets you go, grunts and walks along on the patrol route. His hand is twitching nervously by his side because holy shit he just touched you. When he lies awake that night, he recalls the roughness of your skin, thinks about whether it used to be soft before all this. Whether he would’ve liked your skin soft just as much he likes your now rough skin.

Someone in town in teaching pottery to pass on important skills so that nothing dies when one person dies. Ellie forces him to go with her even when he tells her he doesn’t give a shit about making goddamn pots. He stops complaining when he sees you’re also there to learn, even though you are more advanced than he is. Pottery doesn’t come to him naturally and Ellie laughs at him for spinning his wheel too fast and touching the clay too hard, making the thing collapse on itself. You laugh too, but then you help him. You place your hands on his and show him how to mold the clay. You show him how to trim the edges with the fancy tools. You place your creating next to his and Ellie’s in the kiln and shake his hand to congratulate him on his shitty bowl that would’ve been shittier if you hadn’t helped. He wonders what it would be like to slot his fingers in the space between your fingers.

It goes from joint patrols to joint pottery classes to joint drinks at the Tipsy Bison. You touch his arm, you place your hand on his, you brush your shoulder against his and it takes him a longass time while to realize you are flirting. He hadn’t been the subject of it ever since he became a single father wearing T-shirts covered in snot, baby food, mysterious sticky substances from Sarah using his shirt as tissues, Sarah’s blood— He panics, he flinches when you touch him. He apologizes, mumbles something about Ellie needing dinner and storms out of the place. He forgets to pay for his fucking drink and learns you decided to pay for him with more coffee than you’d planned on exchanging with the bartender.

He apologizes the next day, offers his private stash of old whiskey he found somewhere to make up for the coffee you’d lost because of him. But you surprise him, offering not just reassurance that it was alright but offering your understanding, telling him you were sorry for whatever you did to unintentionally trigger him and that if he told you what it was, you would never do it again.

You have your fair share of terrible days. You find him after patrol and ask to exchange your music cassette for some of his liquor. He gives it to you for free and you down half the bottle. You tell him you are afraid of being alone that night and he doesn’t have to ask questions to know that it’s something serious. He lets you stay. He holds you in him arms even though having contact without another person kills him. He realizes it kills him because he likes it and knows he doesn’t deserve things he likes. Not when his baby has become nothing in an unmarked grave he should’ve joined her in.

He never intends to have sex with you. It is no longer as much of a need as it used to be. He is older and his body has been through too much. Sex isn’t the need. You are. Holding your hand in his trembling hand isn’t enough. Touching your cheek when he kisses you isn’t enough. His hand on your lower back. Your hand in his hair, your head on his chest as you hugged— it wasn’t enough. No matter how much you gave, he wanted more. More and more and more.

You invite him to your bed and he goes. He knows he shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve whatever you’ve given him so far and definitely doesn’t deserve what you were going to give him next. He is afraid but he wants it so bad, wants you so bad. You are sweet, gentle, like you know he has a strange relationship with touch. You take your time when you get on your knees and nuzzle into his thighs and wrap your pretty lips around his cock. He tries to keep his hands away. He knows he should because if he got to touch you when you had his cock in your mouth, he would wrap your hair in his fist and fuck into your mouth, use you for gratification.

He digs into your thighs with his nails when he has them spread apart and his head between them, his lips devouring you like you were his favorite taste before the luxury of tasty things ceased to exist, like he was getting to experience his favorite taste after two decades of deprivation. He holds you in a death grip, leaves behind bruises and apologizes for them when he realizes what he has done. He tends to you, apologizes repeatedly, is gentler the next time.

He doesn’t sleep next to you. If he manages to fall asleep, he wakes up wishing he didn’t. Sleep without nightmares is a rarity. He could jolt up from bed or lie looking peaceful while his brain tortured itself with memories, both real and false. He doesn’t want you to see him in his most vulnerable moments. He doesn’t want to burden anyone with his anguish. He doesn’t want to look weak. He is supposed to be strong, be the protector, be the capable man you can rely on.

He wakes up after yet another nightmare and lies in bed, unprepared to face you as the weaker man he believes himself to be. You make him coffee and bring it to bed. You drink it with him. You hold his hand. He flinches, the effects of his nightmare persisting. So you pull away, allowing him his space when he pulls you back in. He doesn’t know what he wants, doesn’t know if it is right to want you like this— being there for him, comforting him, giving him a shoulder to lean on. He shouldn’t, but he leans anyway. You don’t ask him to talk about it and he appreciates it. You don’t need to know the gory details to know he’s hurting. You don’t need to hear the turmoil in his head to hold him to your chest and let him cry.

Maybe not talking wouldn’t be enough in the normal world. But that is a world they will never have again even if the cordyceps ceased to exist at once. So he adapts in love like he adapted to holding a gun in hands that held hammers and nails with nails painted by his little girl.

He grows used to it, but he still flinches sometimes. You flinch sometimes too. You learn each other’s boundaries, apologize when they’re crossed. Sleep still eludes him and he remains starved of touch, but he satiates himself as little as he could without overwhelming himself. His hands sometimes tremble when he touches you. He could never fall asleep in the same bed as you. It isn’t normal, but it is the normal he has with you and you are both content in it.

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My Masterlist

#asks #nice people #fic request #anon request #joel miller fic #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller hurt/comfort #joel miller x original female character #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x f!reader #tlou smut #tlou fluff #tlou angst #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfic #all that i've inflicted on the world

[little-pup-pip]

Strawberry shortcake!!

#hello again to those who just saw the last one! #and for those seeing this one first #an anon requested strawberry shortcake and I didn't know if they meant the character or food #so i made both #this is the food one #anyway i hope you like them!! #sfw interaction only #moodboard #sfw agere #age regression #agere #sfw littlespace #agere moodboard #age dreaming #the original request said no paci #but i already had two picked out #and they were so cute #so when i reread the request i was devastated #but i think they turned out cute anyway! #cw food #food mention #food #food cw #strawberry shortcake #strawberry shortcake moodboard

[badbtssmut]

Anon request: Can u do trainer jungkook fucking reader and saying it’s to “stretch”her out for the work out

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“Keep your hands on the bar, remember, stretch out your back, hips back, yeah, just like that.” Jungkook pushed himself into you further, making your hands almost slip from the pole. He chuckled, patting your back. “You’re losing focus, remember, we have to stretch you out, wouldn’t want you to pull a muscle.” Jungkook commented.

Jungkook was a well trained trainer at your gym and he had mentioned that he had learned that this technique is a new thing abroad, and you believed it.

Apparently stretching you from the inside with his cock would help with your body getting warmed up.

“A-ah!” You shuddered as he thrusted into you once more, gripping your hips and pulling them closer to him, forcing his dick deeper inside you.

Moans left your lips as Jungkook started to penetrate you repeatedly, his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy. He took his time, doing it nice and slow.

He knew the exact spots inside you that made you tremble. Your toes curled as you felt his shaft push into you deeper.

“You are doing a great job.” He praised you, pausing as he let your soft warm inside heat up his cock. He leaned his head back, sighing in pleasure.

Your legs were shaking at the intense pleasure. You had never felt something this pleasurable before.

Your hands were slipping from the metal bars.

The sound of his thighs hitting your ass and the lewd sound of his dick pumping in and out of your pussy was loud in the small room.

It continued for a few more minutes before he pulled out.

“There, you’re all stretched now.”

#queued post #bts smut #bts requests #bts x reader #bts smut requests #bts fanfic #bts smut fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook x female reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x original character #Jungkook smut fic

[himbo-in-limbo]

TW SECURITY BREACH SPOILERS!!!

I’ve been itching to make a fnafsb-verse oc for a looong while 💀 (more like self-insert)

Now I’ve finally made one! (They/them)

Sunny used to work as Bonnies personal “beauty technician” their job was to;

Fix any loose joint issues

Repair any “make up”

Keep ‘em nice an shiny!

And most importantly for 1 on 1 meet n greets with the birthday kid (if that was a thing) keeping his dressing room nice and presentable!

But aside from all that they were also Bonnie’s personal hype man! And diary pretty much heheh ❤️ (they were besties)

I’d like to imagine that all the glam rocks would have more than one beauty tech (for different times of the day or shifts ect)

#but yea you’d have to be a tad bit tech savvy to get this position I’d wager 💀 #irl I couldn’t but nice to pretend #also yes when Bonnie died they were transferred to work with Freddy #Freddy personally requested it 😭❤️ #my art #digital art #digital illustration #original design #original character #my oc #fanart #oc lore #self insert #glamrock bonnie #fnaf secruity breach #fnaf sb #security breach ruin spoilers #security breach ruin

[lavellyne]

sketch bust request from twitter

#lave's art #art requests open #art requests #art request #art request open #art #digital art #my art #digital #artwork #illustration #artists on tumblr #ocs #oc #original character #sketch #oc art

[heybiji]

college of spirits bard, clarette chaleur

#dungeons and dragons #dnd character #dnd oc #dnd art #artists on tumblr #sketch #original character #got a few requests for my bard clarette #i'll be drawing more specific art for those requests but here's a quick doodle #she's memorizing lines for a play #and ignoring the ghost voices she hears constantly lol #clarette #clarette chaleur #before her public meltdown #biji draws #using tumblr to post all my doodles as i try to get back into drawing again... #it's been a rough year but drawing again has been helping #and reading all your nice comments #thank you!!

[yinza]

A bioluminescent mermaid for @samantha-kirkland!

Available on Inprnt!

[Image Description: Digital artwork of a mermaid whose lower half is the bell and tentacles of a jellyfish. She is fat with long hair similar to the tentacles on her bell, and she wears only a strappy black bra. Her entire body is translucent, glowing blue against black water, with the arms hanging down from the center of the bell a bright pink color. She drifts peacefully, looking back over her shoulder. /end ID]

#mermaids #jellyfish #bioluminescence #fat art #character design #mythological creatures #yinza's artwork #artists on tumblr #original art #holiday sketch requests #shop yinza