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↳ summary: jungkook is a best-selling erotica novelist living in a lavish neighborhood. He spends his days cruising on yachts, tasting the world’s most expensive wines, and fucking bar-staff. But, as soon as you move in next door with your fruity cocktails, tight bikinis, and odd philosophies, his hobbies shift. To put it plainly; you’re sex on legs and he wants to write about you in his upcoming novel. But first, he has to get to know you inside and out. 

↳ genre: smut, fluff, angst (erotica-novelist!jk, architect!reader)

↳ word count: 13,050

↳ warnings: unprotected sex, orgy, semi-public sex, semi-public petting, semi-public fingering, ice play, nipple play, bondage, licking, biting, fingering, drooling, spanking, finger sucking, hair pulling, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, use of sex toys, multiple orgasms, pussy eating, dick sucking, throat fucking, crying, gagging, high drug use, drinking, swearing

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Let’s get one thing straightened out; rich people love to do rich people shit. Whether it be deep-throating oysters in the coastal towns of France, raiding designer stores, or pretending to relate to the lower class, they do it and they do it often.

Jeon Jungkook is guilty of most of the above. At 25 years of age, he lives in a multi million-dollar house situated in the privacy and luxury of the Hills. His neighbors live just as lavishly; some actors, some dentists, and some wealthy by marriage. Their problems seem bizarre to the average person, but respectfully, problems are problems. If you’re feeling off about something — even if you’re standing in your ten-acre garden and can’t seem to decide where to build your own personal water park — you still have a problem.

Jungkook has a problem of his own, but we’ll get to that in a moment.

How the fuck did he get so rich and where do I sign up? You might be thinking to yourself. He writes about the intimate and explicit details of sex. Each of his novels revolve around a successful individual dealing with life’s obstacles and ultimately leaving their imprint on the world. The sex scenes are a by-product of the power play. There’s a lot of power in sex, there’s a lot of love in his heart for life and its obstacles, and there’s a lot of money in publishing well-written (debatable), fantasy-driven erotica novels. 

To say he was born with a silver spoon sticking out of both of his ears would be a bit of an overstatement, but not too far from the truth. His parents are the masterminds behind a multi billion-dollar tech company that develops security software. From day one, they drove the tech-fantasy into their sons head, and even though they persuaded him to graduate college with a Bachelor of Advanced Computer Science, things took a different turn once he stepped foot into the real world; he grew a little too cocky with his qualifications, social status, and good looks, and so spent his time entertaining a rowdy bunch of people, partying, having insane amounts of sex, drinking whatever was handed to him, snorting blow off bars, and everything else the champagne life entails.

And then, like most young people, he was inspired by a short-lived summer romance. She was an aspiring solicitor, beautiful, confident, and determined, but her determination made her use people like dental floss. She bat her eyelashes a thousand times, said anything to grow her network, and lied like it was a 9-5 job. But, as much as it hurt him, he never grew to hate her. There was something about her — maybe it was the way she could tame every doubt in his mind, or the way she built herself from the ground up — that made it clear that she knew the world was hers. She was the inspiration behind his first novel. Similar to how musicians write an array of emotional lyrics and dedicate music videos to ex-lovers, he too found a way to tell stories. The difference is that he never writes out of spite. No matter how many chapters of heartbreak he could write, he believes it to be wholly unproductive. He sees the good and the fun in others or he doesn’t see at all.

He knew many fine publishers through his parents, so it wasn’t long before he was an official published author with a new network of literate friends. His novel was a quick success thanks to his advertising team. They worked their ass to the bone to gain a cult following for him. Posters were on bus-stops, library walls, retirement home notice boards, and even on the ‘Do Not Feed the Ducks’ signs at parks. If the ducks and the elderly weren’t already into sexy, but also kind of odd novels, they sure as hell are now.

He was crowned the king of erotica just a week after his first publication.

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It's been a somewhat long time, huh? I had a burnout after a project from my college going a fuckin' disaster but hey, I feel better after some time. Something I'm proud of myself is my ability to always coming back, kinda like William Afton except without anything related to murder but you got the idea. Anyway, here is a summary of what I've been doing:

• Rediscovering my beliefs, especially about God

• Trying (and finally succeeding!) to finish a list with movies/series/shows/games/books/mangas

In fact I'm currently at half of the progress on Ristar since it was one of the few games that has a special place inside my heart due to being part of my childhood. Oh and I'm also trying to finish some edits but there is one I'm currently proud af, look at it

I love (almost) everything related to my boi Metal, that's not even new at this point, but his giant forms especially Metal Overlord resonate with me in such a way it's surreal. I also like the idea of him with his Biblically accurate Angel—I mean, Overlord head on his body without being a megazord. Iirc there are few examples of it but anyway

It has little to nothing related but does anybody know how to find a deactivated account? I have a friend from here who lost all of his accounts and I couldn't find him. I'm even worried if he's permanently banned from Tumblr but dunno if it's even possible

Stressed and  Well-Dressed

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You bought a dress and Bucky really likes it, so he has to do something about it, naturally.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Spice was last week, this is full on smut and not much plot. Just a reminder: condoms don’t belong in wallets! Let’s simply imagine the heat won’t wear them down, in this universe.

A/N: Right, so. This all came about last night at like 7PM while I was getting ready for class and saw a dress I have never worn but have always wanted to. This is half-self-indulgent, half-needed because I haven’t written for Bucky in so long and am now getting back to the groove of his character. Let’s hope I did him justice. This is also my entry for @barnesrogersvstheworld ‘s 3k Challenge! Thank you for letting me join, baby. You deserve them all and more💕 Thank you to @evanstar and @kentuckybarnes for checking this over for me. I thoroughly enjoyed your comments and how you yelled at me!!! Please let me know what you think of this, guys, and enjoy! :) x

Prompt: “Why don’t you shut up?” / “Why don’t you make me?”

Links are being ugly, check my full masterlist in my bio!

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It’s two hours and five stores deep into the shopping spree Bucky regrets coming along to when he realizes you’ve finally picked out a dress.

He can’t recall the moment when you took it off the rack, what with all the going into stores and coming out of stores empty-handed just because the store smells weird or that’s way too expensive or I’ll just hide it with other items and come back for it later.

Which, listen— Bucky gets it.

All the shopping he does is through the internet — it really is a wonderful thing — and he doesn’t stray far from his basic t-shirts, sweatpants and jeans. Maybe he’ll get a few button-down shirts here and there, but it’s never anything with crazy patterns or bright colors that he has to look at in person to see if he likes the thing. Bucky knows his sizes, his fit and his budget, and he doesn’t even have to talk to sales clerks.

(Really, the future is great!)

Just because it’s easy for him to shop doesn’t mean it’ll be easy for someone else, though. He knows Wanda likes to take her time to choose things she can wear with anything because what’s the point of buying a shirt I can only use with one pair of pants, Barnes? She can spend an entire day shopping and not get tired, which is why she usually does it by herself.

Today, though, you just happened to be closeby when she mentioned where she was going and decided to join her. Bucky only came along because you and Wanda leaving together would leave him alone with Sam, and Bucky’s shit-for-brains quota filled up pretty quickly this week.

So now here he is, arms void of any shopping bags and a rapidly-dying phone battery, eyes glued to the dress in your hands.

He can’t really make out the shape of the thing, but he can tell it’s short and will show way more of your skin than he’s comfortable looking at while out in public without doing something about it. It’s navy blue with some white dots on it, which on closer inspection, Bucky sees are tiny flowers, and some buttons going down the front (or is that the back? Fashion is weird). Bucky’s now curious to see how it’ll look once the dress is on your body.

It’ll probably hug your every curve just right, the gaps between the buttons showing just a tiny sliver of your torso. He could spend hours marking you up – on your neck, your collarbones, across your shoulder blades. Mostly out of habit, maybe out of some warped desire to let everyone know you have him to come home to every day, that you’re his as much as he is yours.

Admittedly, Bucky doesn’t need to be thinking this in a store full of people while wearing sweatpants out of all things. He can live without the embarrassment.

“Tell me again why this is the sixth store we’ve gone in and neither of you have bought anything?” Bucky asks. You’ve been wandering the store for half an hour already and the only thing in yours or Wanda’s hands is the goddamn dress.

Bucky notices Wanda’s lips curl up at the corners from where she stands, looking at some white jeans she’ll probably never buy. Bucky spends a lot of time looking at people. Wanda doesn’t own one piece of clothing that isn’t some shade of dark or extra dark

“Because shopping takes time, Buck,” you hum, eyes piercing and so, so pretty. “Also, we’ve noticed you pouting for the last hour, so we’re dragging this out as much as we can.”

Bucky loves you, he really does. Maybe because of how vindictive and petty you can be over the smallest things, like how you hid Clint’s favorite coffee-making thing (a French press, if Bucky remembers correctly) after he ate all your English muffins in one sitting. Or that one time you decorated Sam’s wings with Post-It notes because he drank the last beer in the fridge.

(Bucky may or may not have helped in both of these instances.)

It’s twenty more minutes of walking around the store and taking nothing off the rack, before you and Wanda decide she won’t find anything there. Apparently, everything is too flowery and bright for her.

(Bucky called it. Obviously.)

“I really like this,” you motion to the dress in your hands. The dress Bucky is still trying to not think about too much. “But I can come get it another time if you still want to go somewhere else?”

“No, it’s alright,” Wanda shakes her head. “Go try it on and we can go. I’m tired of walking around all day.”

“Now you know how I feel,” Bucky mutters, looking at some jackets next to him in an unnatural yellow color, with a slice of pizza embroidered in the back. Who the hell buys this stuff?

“That’s enough lip outta’ you, mister,” you nudge him, then trail your free hand down his flesh arm until your fingers intertwine. You look into his eyes then, lips stretched around a smile Bucky just wants to kiss off. “Come tell me if this looks pretty on me.”

“Everything looks pretty on you,” he replies automatically and Bucky distinctly makes out Wanda fake-gagging in the background. He doesn’t care. He likes being sappy.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Barnes,” you say, eyes narrowed.

“It’s gotten me a few places,” Bucky hums, because it’s true. He’s great at flattery. It’s one of his greatest talents. “More than once, may I add.”

“You may not,” you gasp, scandalized, ripping your hand from his grasp and walking away from him. A few steps away you turn back to wink at him.

Bucky laughs all the way to the dressing room.

—

It’s been three weeks and you still haven’t worn the dress.

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Eddie taking your sucker right out of your mouth mid-conversation and popping it into his own like a fucking jerk. Always groans theatrically when you protest and makes a comment about how it's your fault anyway-- it tastes better when it's yours.

Alternatively?

Eddie taking the sucker he's been suckin' on while he's talking and rubbing it back and forth against your closed lips until you open up and take it from him. Doesn't acknowledge it verbally, but his gaze becomes headier while he speaks-- pretty brown eyes are as glossy as obsidian with how huge his pupils get. The corner of his mouth crooks up in a way that lets you know he's feeling proud of himself.

And you.

eddie usually smells super masculine, the smell of musk scented cologne fills your nose every time he’s around, but since he’s been around you, you got this boy smellin’ like apple pie

he quite literally has to restrain himself from constantly sniffing you, you always smell like cake or candy.

i feel like he doesn’t take care of his hair super well so he gets you to do it, so now his hair always smells super nice. like shea butter or coconut oil.

“when’s the last time you brushed your hair.” he literally just goes silent LMAO

but everyone around him notices it too, his hair looks more tamed, he smells better. i can see dustin questioning him like, “why do you smell like strawberry shortcake?” my boy is stuck, all he can do is dramatically deny it. 

“strawberries are metal man.” LOL

My queue literally goes on forever 😭

Like, if I left Tumblr for a year or two, there’s a good chance nobody would notice

You know your queue is bottomless when you start noticing some of the posts in your queue are from (now) deactivated blogs 🥲

HI GUYS IM BACK! My account had been deactivated due to a glitch but I’d emailed Tumblr and they have now fixed it. Thank goodness 😅

I finally realized that I really kind of missed Bianca. Probably not as much as Nico did, but still. :’)

Poor Leo tries to be a good bro to Piper but ends up realizing that he is the only one on board the Argo II who isn’t actually on board. 

#Hades kids are cuddle hogs pass it on

A lot of my friends are currently excited about Pokémon XY. All the talk made me want to doodle Nico with a Duskull, because they both shadow-travel and are said to have scary glares.

Life Tip #53

not tumblr famous? don’t worry. all those popular posts with urls that everyone know have users that are deactivated.

why?

don’t worry. you don’t need to know.

oh no, the 17 year old (probably a boy) is dead.

here's some music to help

HEY GUYS I JUST GOT AN EMAIL ABOUT TRADEMARK ISSUES FROM TUMBLR I—

Just did a ref of my RB villain lass. Her pack is a different can of worms I need to work on. It's messy af but I'm still proud of it-

im so sad, one of my mutuals have deactivated their accounts 🙁☹️😖😭

im bawling my eyes out 🥹

(also this blogs officially a year old!)

I'm probably going to deactivate. Atleast- for this blog, I need to refresh and restart.