#follower event

[sugarwarachan]

For the 5k event, CONGRATULATIONS BY THE WAY HOLYSHIT 💜💜 much deserved.

Can I have bakugou with his best friend and maybe perchance he’s got a crazy size kink like you guys haven’t really fucked many people before if any (probably not any for him) and he just lovvveeess how much bigger than you he is…

chewed through the bars of my enclosure on this one and size kink and i don't even fuck that hard lmao

bakugou katsuki + size kink + best friends // ordered from the juice bar - nsfw

this all started because you needed somewhere to sit.

if bakugou had just ignored you instead of pulling you into his lap earlier - "where you going, dummy? just sit on me" - then he wouldn't be reciting excerpts from all might's autobiography to keep from popping a boner under your ass.

you're tiny tucked against him.

he's been friends with you for years; being larger than you used to be nothing more than simple fact. but he's been noticing you as much more than a friend for a while now, and friends certainly don't think about stretching out their friend's pussy, of how much you might struggle and whine to fit all of him—

"kats?" you shift a little in his lap. the grip he's got on the beer bottle shifts into glass-shattering because he knows you felt him twitch under you, but all you do is smile, something between shy and excited, and before he knows it, he's grabbing your hand, making an excuse to denki for leaving the party early, and drives back to his house in a blur, one hand clamped down hard on your thigh.

you tug and pull on each other's clothes as soon as the door shuts behind you, giggling like teenager's into each other's mouths as you stumble to the bedroom. it isn't until you take in the size of his dick that he sees trepidation fill your face, and fuck - if the thought doesn't make him harder.

"i'll make it fit, baby, don't worry," he says, scooping you up and fitting you onto his lap. he palms your jaw and runs gentle, soothing kisses up to your ear. "let's try just the tip for now, okay?"

he kisses your eyelids, your cheeks, your forehead, and encircles your waists with his broad palms. he's strong enough that holding you up and fucking you like a little doll wouldn't be hard, but for now, he just wants to help you fall a little bit deeper onto his cock.

his thick tip kisses your entrance and stretches you immediately, hard and hot and making your cunt pulse pathetically around him.

bakugou grunts, and you whine high in your throat.

"see, baby? not even a fucking inch in you and you're already moanin'."

he lifts you up and sinks inside of you a little further, and your back arches against your will - it feels like he's hollowing out space inside of you just for him, just so he can make your tiny pussy stretch wider than it ever has.

as he works you down, inch by inch, you can feel every vein, every pulse, and all you can do is moan out -

"kats - fuck, you're so big - "

"fuck, angel, you can't say shit like that," he says with a feral grin, thrusting all the way in, the stretch so big it burns for a moment, your pussy squeezing him like you want to push him out. "like this pussy was fucking made for me."

every time he bottoms out, a chorus of pleas leave your mouth - "too big too big too big" - but katsuki can feel your pussy fluttering and gripping down and he growls, "you can take it. you're doing so good, baby, so pretty for me like this."

when your orgasm hits, katsuki flips you over and fucks you through it, moaning in your ear while your pussy milks him dry.

"let me fill you up, baby. wanna see me dripping out of you hours later and then fuck you all over again."

reblogs and comments are appreciated and encouraged!! tumblr is a community, not an algorithm, and all support is welcomed <3 all works belong to @sugarwarachan

general taglist <3 @cielito--lindo, @one-scarred-mofo, @uekarashi, @waterfal-ling, @iluvikeu, @bach-ira, @straows

[milkbobatyun]

wait...what?!

pairing: phainon x reader

genre: fluff

summary: childhood friends to lovers, if only phainon's best friend wasn't as dense as a rock !

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i fear i am a yapper so take this like 1.2k words fic ദ്ദി╥ ᴗ ╥) fun fact about this piece is that it was kind of inspired by what my fam friend did for me LMAO- except i think we're just friends ???? (i fear i am as clueless as [name] in this fic LOL

you have the world’s most amazing best friend that you could ask for.

from rolling in the sand pit together, to walking home with you or entertaining your whims of wanting to go to some event he has no interest in, phainon’s always been by your side. so, it’s natural that you would love him, wouldn’t it?

childhood best friends to lovers is arguably one of the best troupes you could ask for, unless you’re like phainon, who has the world’s most dense best friend. in fact, if there was an award for the most oblivious person in the world, [name] would have won it 10 times over by now. honestly, he couldn’t make the signs more obvious, yet either by ignorance or just pure naïvety, you could not read the signs.

phainon’s (failed) guide to courting your best friend

buying her gifts.

“say, [name], hypothetically if i was going to get a girl a gift, what should i get her?”

phainon had asked you this question one warm afternoon, while the both of you sat on the riverbed, feasting on ice cream—your treat.

“hmmm…” you stared up at the clouds thoughtfully. “girls typically like flowers, but they seem too basic…” you start counting on your fingers, before curling your finger back in. “they would also die too quickly, unless you keep a flower from the bouquet, so you know when they wilt.”

“depending on who it is,” you continued, “a cute keychain or plushie would definitely capture her heart.” phainon could practically see that light bulb turn on when you thought of the idea, as you puffed out your chest in pride.

“interesting proposal, i’ll think about it.” phainon tucked this piece of information into his mind file about you: - thinks flowers are a bit basic, but is weak for keychains and plushies

in your more simple mind, you squint thoughtfully at the side profile of phainon, whose eyes are watching the clouds float by, barely a change in expression.

‘curiouser and curiouser. he likes a girl, but won’t directly tell me who it is. is it someone i know? algalea? unlikely, she doesn’t seem his type. oh! maybe hyacine?’ you chuckle smugly to yourself. he thought he was slick? wrong. you could read him like an open book… or so you thought

in return for your treat of ice cream, the following week, phainon had left a small chimera keychain in your locker, knowing your love for those whimsical and adorable animals.

“awww! look how sweet he is!” march and stelle cooed as you immediately clipped the keychain to your bag.

“not really,” you shrugged easily, “i think he just got this while he got a gift for the girl he actually likes, just so i dont feel left out, you know.”

while you think long and hard what to name your new friend, stelle and march exchange glances of exasperation. you were hopeless.

buy her lunch

as the term neared exam season, phainon knew how hard you worked to do well on your exams. as a treat and a short break from studying, he had tried to invite you to lunch. 

ping !

‘wanna go get lunch tmrw?’

ping !

‘no can do 🙅! i just spent all my money on coffee and MAYBE a set of blind boxes…’

ping !

‘it’s my treat.’

ping !

‘if you insist…’

‘who else is coming?’

ping !

‘just the two of us.’

‘was thinking our usual cafe with the gang?’

ping !

‘sure.’

and that’s how the two of you ended up sitting at one table together, almost like it was a date. 

phainon had arrived earlier than you and took the initiative of ordering your favourite drink, with your exact preferences, before you had even arrived.

“literally, you’re the best friend anyone could ask for!” you praised, happily sipping away at your drink. 

phainon could only try and hide his disappointment at how dense you are.

wait patiently outside her exam hall and walk her home

as the stress of your final exam fell from your shoulders, you cheerfully bounced out the stuffy venue, ready to sleep for days on end, before losing yourself in your awaiting gacha games.

to your surprise, phainon sat on a nearby bench outside, scrolling on his phone while he waited for someone.

‘could he be waiting for hyacine?’ you thought, slightly confuzzled. ‘her exams finished hours ago, why’s he still here?’

from far away, phainon turned his head, as though he felt your intense gaze on him. seeing your face scrunched in intense scrutiny and confusion, he raised an eyebrow, as though saying ‘what gives?’. mature as always, you stick out your tongue in return, before walking up to him, slinging your tote bag over your shoulder.

“took you long enough.” he grumbled, rubbing his hands and breathing warm air into them. “i thought i was going to turn into a phainon popsicle by the time you were out.”

you sassily give him a side eye. without missing a beat, you retort, “no one asked you to stay and walk home.” though the cheerful smile on your face betrayed how you truly felt. afterall, with how busy your schedules had been in the past few days, being able to spend time with your best friend and walk home with him was rare.

“though,” you continue, eyebrows furrowing together, “weren’t you waiting for someone?”

phainon’s equally as confused, tilting his head this way and that way, like a puppy. “well i found the one i was waiting for.”

‘ah, he must’ve just missed hyacine,” you thought, filling in the gaps in your mind, ‘but he’s too embarrassed to tell me, hence why he made this flimsy excuse.’

silence lulled over your conversation, as you continue trying to map out ways you could match make hyacine and your best friend.

a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s got to do to get her best friend a match. so in true [name] fashion, you miraculously manage a group outing with your friends, going to a nearby cafe to discuss battle strategies.

“so,” you declare, putting down your drink, “our plan for today, is to help phainon score the girl he likes. i have a few ideas on who it might be…”

while you ramble, listing out possibilities and proposing date ideas, march and stelle can only stare in incredulous shock and admiration. how could someone be this dense yet smart academically?!

“hold up,” stelle decides to take one for the team, breaking off your endless rant. “what do you feel about phainon? do you like him?” you pause for a moment, considering what to say.

“he’s sweet, funny, entertaining, knows when i feel down and what cheers me up…” you list out on your fingers, beaming brightly, “he also lets me bully him for the shits and giggles, so of course i love him! we’ve been friends for ages!”

hearing that, stelle has to physically restrain march from reaching across the table and hitting you in the head, while the both of them pray for phainon in their minds.

“hey [name],” march blurts out, as stelle struggles to hold her in her seat. “have you ever thought that the girl phainon might like is… like, i dont know, YOU?!”

“WAIT HUH?!”

dear aeons, may phainon's best friend one day realise what he’s doing for her is not just best friend things.

taglist (open): @leehanscorydora, @pastelmitzuki, @nfekwefdskldm

∧,,,∧ ( ̳• · • ̳)  © curated with love by milkbobatyun 2025 / づ ♡

[itsclownfishie]

FOLLOWER DOODLE EVENT TIME!!!!!

Thank you to everyone who participated!! It was a blast drawing blorbos and everyone’s OCs <<<33 (I really hope I did ‘em justice 😅)

Don’t mind that this is a couple of days late, turns out things just can’t stop happening to me 🤷‍♀️

Seriously y’all thank you so much for all the love 🫶🫶🫶 I cannot express how much it means to me ☺️💖💖 these doodles show just a fraction of my appreciation for y’all frfr 🙂‍↕️

I’m back to work now, so I likely won’t be posting very frequently, but I do have some fun projects in the works, so stay tuned 👀

Participant tags (thanks so much y’all <3):

@beneathsakurashade @idaredivel @airborne-plane @soyamilka @thehollowwriter @curespectra @teabeexo @therandomkebab @waibyd0smth @flintstone-o7 @notusuallyderanged

[maybe-not-this]

follower event, NEW YEARS EVE, SMUT W AFTERCARE, Ghost x bunnyhybrid reader!?!?!?!?

1.5k event rules 1.5k event masterlist

Full masterlist

1.3k words

The noises outside are loud, flashes of light making their way into the room even despite the drawn curtains, slipping their way through the cracks. It’s not a night Ghost views with fondness, lacking the jovial view the rest of the general public holds for the celebration. In the past he’s spent his New Years tucked away in Price’s cabin, so far from civilization that the sounds of explosions can’t reach his ears, however he has found in recent times that there are certain things that can distract him adequately to make the holiday bearable. Things that allow his mind to drift far enough that the flashes and the bangs don’t kick his body into overdrive. So while the world outside your flat erupts in cheers and awes, flowing drinks and talks of resolutions, Ghost allows himself to get lost in you. 

The sounds bouncing off your walls are nothing short of obscene. Wet squelches coupled with the clap of skin against skin as Ghost buries himself in your tight hole, relishing in the way your walls clench around him with each rock of his hips. How long the two of you have been at it is unclear, your brain having shifted into a foggy haze after the fourth orgasm Ghost had drawn from you. Perhaps drawn is the wrong word, forced is more accurate. 

Your chest is flat against the bed, hips hiked up high, his firm arm around your waist to keep your back arched at a deep angle that keeps the air punched out of you with every thrust. The back of your thighs are damp with a mixture of both of your prior releases and a constant stream of sweat making its way down your body. Words are a far reach for you, brain unable to form anything close to cohesive, instead you babble nonsensical sounds broken up with loud moans each time the tip of his cock nudges over the place inside you that has you seeing stars. 

Ghost eyes are glued to the place the two of you meet, cock only hardening as he watches the way your hole sucks him back in, a thick ring of creamy white pooling around the base of his length. 

At a particularly sharp thrust, your legs give out completely unable to withstand the harshness of his movements. If it weren’t for his firm grip around your middle you would have collapsed into the sheets. 

Ghost groans low, tightening his hold of you as his free hand snakes its way down your back, trailing along the ridges of your spine until his fingers thread between your ears that currently flop uselessly over your shoulders. Gripping them firm, he tugs your face from the pillow you’ve been buried in, now slick with drool and tears. A choked whimper tumbles from your swollen lips, muffled as he forces your face toward him to press his mouth against yours, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth. 

The kiss is messy, spit smearing over your lips and cheeks as he sucks your tongue into his mouth, relishing in the taste of you. He lets you relax back into the bedding though his hand stays laced within your ears, stroking over the soft fur in reverence, a complete disposition to the way he continues to plow into you. 

Shifting his hand to plant alongside your head, he tilts forward until his chest is flush with your back, his breaths heavy in your ears as he runs his nose along the crease of your jaw. 

“Such a good bunny,” he groans out, voice hoarse with exertion. 

You whine in response, unable to stop your body from clenching around him at the praise. Ghost nips at your earlobe, the hand around your waist snaking lower to rub over the slick gathered upon your skin, ignoring the way your body twitches away in protest, far past the point of overstimulation. 

“One more bun, you can give me one more.”

When you shake your head, a sob ripping from your throat as his fingers begin to palm your sensitive parts, Ghost just presses a soft kiss to your temple before increasing the firmness of his movements. 

Despite your disagreement, the familiar tightness begins to form anyway, a sharp sensation pooling in your gut and crotch that has you wanting to both pull away from him and lean into the touch. You aren’t sure what it is you want, the feeling is almost painful but also oh so delicious in the way it sends sparks through your limbs. The tightness builds all too quickly, an intense heat that has you crying into the pillow below. When Ghost’s cock nudges again at that sensitive spot within you, the orgasm rips through your body like an electric bolt, a rough cry falling from your throat as he continues to ride you through the release. 

You clench down on him like a vice, almost so tight that it holds him in place. With only a few more thrust he is following you into his own pleasure, his warm cum pumping deep into you as his hips stutter to a halt. 

Ghost buries his face in the crease of your neck, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. He swallows hard, attempting to rid his throat of the dryness that has formed before speaking, “did so well lovey, so perfect.”

Slowly he draws out of you, whispering a quiet “I know, I’m sorry” when you flinch at the uncomfortable sensation. With careful hands he is guiding you onto your back, massaging over your hips to work out the stiffness that no doubt has formed. 

Your eyes can barely stay open, limbs heavy and tingling with the aftershocks of your release, mind barely registering the dip of the mattress as Ghost rolls off the bed. It takes a few moments for you to register the absence of warmth he had been providing, chest immediately tightening with emotion. At the sound of your quiet sniffle, Ghost is back by your side in an instant. His hands cradling your cheeks gently as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“I’m here bun, not going anywhere,” he murmurs, thumbs brushing away the wetness collecting on your cheeks, “was it too much?”

The question takes time for you to understand, brain heavy with fog. The best you manage is a single shake of your head, blinking up at him through half lidded eyes. Ghost’s lips draw into a small relieved smile, pressing another soft peck to your forehead before reaching toward something on the nightstand. Shifting down the bed he settles between your spread thighs, one hand settling on your hip, thumbs tracing in a slow circle. 

“Gonna clean you up love, just breathe for me,” he speaks softly. 

When the damp cloth touches your skin you can’t help but suck in a sharp breath, cotton tail twitching with discomfort as he gently wipes away the slick between your legs. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your thigh when you let out a quiet whimper, his free hand tracing over your stomach in reassurance. He is as gentle as he can be, taking care to not rub too firm over the oversensitive skin. When he is finished he tosses the cloth aside before moving back up the bed alongside you.

“Baths filling up,” he gently coaxes you into a seated position, holding a bottle of water to your lips he grabbed from the nightstand, “drink.”

With his assistance you manage some shaky sips, water dripping down your chin as you struggle to keep it falling from your lips. When you’ve had enough he tosses the bottle aside, pulling you into his hold. The warmth from his body is soothing, allowing you to sink into the embrace, head tucked beneath his chin as his arms encircle you. 

It becomes impossible to keep your eyes open, fatigue posing too large a force as your body drifts toward sleep. Ghost breaths in your hair, lips brushing over the crown of your head, “rest up bun, I’ll take care of you.”

With that sleep takes hold, and there is no part of you that doubts he will be right there next to you when you wake up.

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I'm back from my holiday! Was so nice, two weeks of camping and hiking was very much needed.

Anyways prepare for a lot of posts soon because I have been feeling withdrawal from not writing and don't want to do anything but write at the moment.

[waibyd0smth]

One more doodle for my Follower Event!

Kalim and Idia for @toastedbananaz2

The boys fly to the Hydra Valley, since Kalim somehow found out that Idia would really like to see this place!

[konoharfts]

YO! LOOK GUYS I’M NOT DEAD!!

Follower Event Doodle Dump Time!!

Just uhh pretend this isn’t two days late 😐

Also Bonus:

YIPPEEE!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Thank you to everyone who participated!!!!!

@kindatiredtho @stressed-sock @natsbatscats @haleingstorm @m1locer3al @baileythebean @clevertyranttidalwave and also whoever sent the anonymous ask <3

Thank y’all so so much for all the support for my silly little arts <<33 seriously y’all 300 is CRAZY!!! If someone told me 3 weeks ago that after posting on Tumblr not only will I gain all these followers in such a short time (and also get <2000 notes on a single post!!!!!!) but I’ll also find an amazing community with so many talented, creative, and funny people I would not have believed it. I am constantly so positively overwhelmed with all these gushy feelings for all of y’all that if I pour my heart out now I fear this post would be way too long :’) so for once I’m keeping it short and sweet hehehe :)

Love y’all <3 I’m so excited to continue posting art on here!! (What’s next? Idk, guess you’ll have to see 👀👀)

🫶🫶🫶🫶

Okie now I’m going to catch up on everything I’ve missed after putting myself in an art comma byeee~~~

[vianawaits]

Welcome to Ana's Pottery Studio -1k follower event (Now Closed) -> what's cooking

Open to all where painting is a pleasure! There are a variety of pieces to choose from! There are only 10 slots in the kiln* and there is a limit to three pieces per selection* (will max out at three fics per character) *does not apply to moot submissions

All fics will be blurbs/drabbles which is around 1k words

Please select a type of clay for your creation

Stoneware - Angst Earthenware- Fluff Kaolin – Suggestive *Kaolin cannot be used for a tea set Ball Clay- Hurt/Comfort Fire Clay – Platonic

What piece are you making?

Miniature Fairy House (Dick Grayson) Book Ends (Jason Todd) -maxed out requests- Candle Pot (Tim Drake) Tea Set (Damian Wayne) Salt & Pepper Shaker (Bruce Wayne) Plant Pot (Wally West) Ring Dish (Kyle Rayner) Incense Holder (Clark Kent) Ash Tray (Fire Lord Zuko) Lion Figure (Keith Kogane)

What glazes are you using? Up to two per piece

Sour Apple- Enemies to lovers Just Froggy- Academic rivals to lovers Irish Luck- Friends to lover Sunkissed- Friends w/ benefits Deer John- Best Friend’s brother Cheeky Pink- Fake dating Java Bean- Workplace romance Hot Tamale- Protective/jealous Pooh Bear- Pregnancy/Parenting (specify which) Orkid- Song fic (include song) Lavender Haze- College AU Meloncholy- Secret Relationship Silver Lining- Regency AU Tuxedo- Mission fic

Example of how to order: Hi I would like to make book ends using earthenware and paint/glaze them with cheeky pink and Java bean

Translates to a fluff blurb about Jason with fake dating and workplace romance <3

Thank you guys for one thousand followers holy shit. (Im about to get real sappy im so sorry) I deadass didn’t think anyone was going to interact with my writing much and to hit this milestone means so much. Thank you guys for this making little corner of the internet so much fun for me!!! I love each and every one of you 🩷🩷🩷

I’m going to start working on these after finals prob but I wanted to give yall something to look forward too and a thank you 🤗

I am turning anons back on only for the requests for this because I know some people prefer to request anonymously, but they will most likely be turned off again after.