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[montagoves]

hungry? | jason todd

summary: you like to bite your boyfriend

warnings: suggestive at the end, very minor mention of sexual content, jason being big and yummy

you and jason have been dating for a while, to the point where it’s comfortable for you to be at each other’s places (mostly yours).

he’s over at your apartment, laying beside you on the bed while you guys watch some reality show you like (a reality show he’s too stubborn to admit he enjoys). you’re both lying on your stomachs, arms propped up as you both watch the show on the small tv in your room.

at some point, you turn your head to look at jason, who’s too focused on pretending to not be invested in the show (he’s failing). with a smile, you admire him for a bit, eyes falling upon each of the features you love about him (all of his features, really).

your eyes especially linger on his arms, which look even bigger now with his hands holding his head up. the muscles move as he shifts slightly, his elbows sinking deeper into the mattress.

jason’s size always got your heart racing, whether it was when he would help you grab something off the top shelf of the pantry (placed there strategically by him so you would ask for help), or when he would push you up against a wall and ravish you to the point of needing him to hold you.

unable to hold back, you lean in, your teeth nibbling at his bicep through the t-shirt he wore.

jason is taken out of the current drama of the show, pausing it (because he cannot miss what happens) and glancing down at you as your mouth latches onto his arm.

“what are you doing, doll?”

“nothing,” you pull away only briefly before pressing a soft kiss where you had bit him. his lips turn up in a small smile, leaning forward and pecking your lips.

wanting more of him, you push up and kiss him back, the sudden gesture making him fall onto his back. you move quickly, straddling him as you continue the kiss.

the kiss only goes on for a few moments before you move your lips away from his, nipping at his jawline, his neck, then his collarbones. you pull his shirt collar down, giving you access to the top of his chest. your teeth continue to nibble on the skin, and jason runs a gentle hand through your hair.

“are you hungry or something? why do you keep biting me?” he asks, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“do you not like it?” you question, peering up at him only slightly. he shakes his head, tugging lightly on your hair as a means of reassurance.

“no, doll. i do—really, i do. but, why?”

you give him a grin, moving up his body again to peck his lips.

“because… you’re yummy.”

jason hums, guiding your head back to press his lips to yours. a short kiss—but it leaves you both breathless and wanting more.

“well, doll,” he mumbles against your lips, “while i enjoy you biting me… i think i can show you better ways to taste how yummy i am.”

[dogsd2y]

what makes them break after a breakup.

genre angst break ups , boynexydoor x ex!reader , wc. 1.1k ( boynextdoor ) warnings not proofread, mentions of food (sungho), profanity : creds to @aobka for helping ' ty love ✿ ׅ ࣪ ⊹ 🕸

an angst angst angst !

JAEHYUN 명재현

he knew he should have just stayed home, it was a mistake to let himself be persuaded by sungho. and he only has himself to blame as he downs another drink, watching as you giggle another quiet whisper into another man's ear

we all know jaehyun wears his heart on his sleeve, his emotions raw, so evident. all this time, the pain, a dull ache he's been trying to push down comes back up.

he's angry? and sad, tired, and jealous. he feels his heart shatter, gripping desperately to pick up and glue the pieces back together. and he finds himself crying in his arms, his other hand gripped against the empty glass of alcohol.

he wants to hate you. he really does, he wants to hate you for moving on so quickly. hate you for the way you walked out so easily, the way you smile while he's still suffering and himself for losing you, himself for letting you go.

and he peeks at you for a bit. would you still laugh with him the way you laugh at them? would you still smile at him the way you smile at them?

but what really breaks him, what tears him apart, is that he sees you're looking at them the same way you used to look at him.

SUNGHO 박성호

it happens on a sunny morning where sungho starts his day as normal; makes his bed, washes his face, brushes his teeth, takes a shower and goes into the kitchen to make his breakfast 

except there are two plates, two meals, two glasses of water but only one person at the table. it was a habit, an old one. sungho laughs at himself — a horrible, empty sound — and tears sting his eyes as he looks down at the food. 

he thinks he looks stupid. dumb even, the table is set for two but he’s the only one eating. and it hits him, again and again, that you’re no longer with him.

the break up itself is a blur – all he remembers is the feeling, really. the defensiveness that swelled up and burst from inside his chest, the way he said some things he’d meant and other things he didn’t. 

and sungho swallows hard. a sad smile drawing itself on his lips before he eats a bite. the house, it feels — he feels so empty without you. 

there’s a shaky sigh that leaves his lips, as he downs his drink. it breaks him that he won’t have it anymore, he won’t have you anymore. 

RIWOO 이상혁  

it's when he listens to the playlist you made together; all the songs he liked best now reminded him of you, each lyric and sound had a little bit of you that made him break. 

he knows it’s not healthy, he knows it’s not right and that he should just let go. but sanghyeok has the tiniest sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe you’ll come back to him. 

and hits back his head rested against the top of the chair. he chokes up a silent cry, trying to distract himself from anything and everything. his nail presses deep into his finger, maybe it’s just a dream. just a dream, right?

he angrily wipes away his tears threatening to fall down. no hugs. no kisses. no sound of you softly humming to the music while you dance with him in the living room. 

and it’s all his fault. would things have changed if he had just listened to you? would you still be together? 

it’s quiet. and the room is empty. he feels empty. sanghyeok’s his fingers glide to the volume button. and now as the playlist shuffles and another song plays, the same songs that you dedicated to each other horribly reminds him that you’re never, ever coming back.

TAESAN 한동민

it hits him when he's met with your voicemail. his hair disheveled, still in pajamas, phone pressed to his ear. dongmin practically jumped out of bed at the exciting news he got.

and before he knows it, he's clicked your contact, a grin painted across his face. it became a habit when he hears good news that makes him so excited -- his first instinct is to call you and tell you about it, but the phone rings, and rings, and rings

then it hits, finally it comes to him that the two of you aren’t together anymore and his smile disappears, and tears start forming in his eyes, and his lips start to quiver and it's too late, he hears your voice mail and oh god, he doesn't know how long it's been since he's heard your voice

dongmin didn't mean to say all those things, he didn't mean to say it was over between you two. he's quick to wipe his tears, but they keep coming and soon enough he's crying into the phone.

it's becoming all too familiar, how long has he seen you? when was the last time he held you? he feels like he might just break down right then. dongmin hopes you'll listen to the voicemail and call him, just once.

LEEHAN 김동현

it’s when he finds a note from you, tucked away in his jacket pocket. it didn’t say much, just a slight reminder to take care of himself and be safe, with a small heart and your name, scrawled onto it. it’s a bit crumpled and faded but he can recognise the small my love, written next to his name.

the weakened adhesive is already starting to peel off, softly, slowly and donghyun swallows hard. he finally lets out a dry laugh, knowing he won’t be able to take good care of himself even as you wanted.

and his fingers brush across the paper ever so lightly, tears stinging his eyes, biting back a cry. 

but he fails, he fails like he had failed you and feels an actual ache in his heart as he thinks about the smile on your face you had, while you were writing the small note.

it’s blurry, he can’t see the note but he holds it so preciously in his hands. he can’t take care of himself, not when you took a part of him with you.

WOONHAK 김운학

it's when he's curled up under his blanket, late at night, looking through your social media

he just wants to see if you're doing okay, is what he tells himself. what he keeps telling himself.

and when he looks at your Instagram feed and sees that his pictures and your couple photos are no longer there -- it's the realization that it's really over; traces of him erased from your social media and your life.

knuckles white gripping the blanket, sobs start to leave his lips. and he tries to hide it, but his screen starts to become blurry and tears start staining his cheeks.

and woonhak curls himself further, going back to his own feed to see what you guys once were, crying a string of sorry's, before shakily pressing the 'delete' button on all of them.

© dogsd2y, 2023.

taglist. @sngvhs @eumpapas

[seraphmaws]

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[getgored]

Been doing some soapuppy gift art recently while practicing pixels

If any of you are interested, a non animated headshot like this would probably be 6-7 dollars? They're pretty easy to make and take on average half an hour, so

[astralnymphh]

wanting to write today but i feel like shit and i'm actually going to show up to work tomorrow with a loaded shotgun (that i don't own) managers are being ridiculous and i don't get paid enough!

[evergreen-endo]

takiishi’s the type of guy who likes not having to lift a finger and breeding yourself on his cock never sounds bad for either of you

Venus :(

good lord mino

yeah he just sits there and takes it. watches you and looks a little bored, too. you're sweating and your hair is sticking to your skin and you're panting like a dog and the biggest mess he's making is between your legs. i think his pupils dilate real nice every time you squeeze him, and he tilts his head back with a clenched jaw when he comes. he'll only lift a finger to slap your ass when you stop moving the way he likes, or if he can tell you're only squeezing him to be a tease. he'll pinch your nipples or your clit if you piss him off too much, too...but his touch is fleeting, gone as quickly as it appears and only there to reprimand you in the first place. just take his cum as many times as he's willing to give it to you before the overstimulation has his mouth dry n brows twitching.

[gladiatorcunt]

ryn maybe i please have a link to ur ao3 profile 😁 ? for some reason it won’t let me find it on search and i wanna sub !

hi hopefully this works !!!!! idk how to use ao3 bc i’m stupid but i live in constant fear of being termed so i need to start

[satosktty]

‘Fashion is a reflection of social and personal processes — it can be expressed in the matter of conformity ( uniform ), unconventionality, etc: it works to depict distinctive ways of dressing as signifiers of social status, self-expression and group belonging. Lots of times in fashion people tend to stick to a certain culture, many wanting to stick to the most widely accepted culture of trend. This doesn’t just pertain to fashion but to societies. Afterall, nobody wants to be excluded.’

The color-coding and attire behind Satoru’s outfits especially show how it reflects with his own life. He’s mainly seen wearing blue throughout the manga, of course it’s his uniform. For everyone in jujutsu, the color blue could align with one of the Chinese symbolizations: advancement. But specifically only for Gojo Satoru, blue also stands for immortality, elegance, power.

He was in blue when he was enlightened to his full potential by Toji. And the day he didn’t wear blue, was the day he died.

Satoru could also be very well alternative in my opinion ( seeing as alternative subcultures aren't  just fashion styles but politically and music based - which I could definitely see him being into ) based on his views of changing the currently standing society they live in ( even though said society quite literally puts him on a pedestal ) regardless of the highest powers in the society always rejecting his stance.

Satoru’s entire mindset towards the youth is an active counterculture to the standing rules that have stained his old-classmates, and his own childhoods.

Satoru’s inclination about social standing and the world around them, the world that he is — albeit without permission — a pillar of, comes from a mixture of things in his early life. Regardless of how liberating his actions are to his students; he does not take action for himself, people are used helplessly as weapons from childhood, leading their minds to be formed only to aim for  jujutsu in their lives.

 Satoru is a core example of this, he wants progression for everyone else but continues to limit his own possible undiscovered joys outside of jujutsu because of the fact that he is jujutsu. Since his birth he has been unmovable—like a deep rooted weed; his standing in society frightens many, leads people to actively trying to murder him all his life and after separating himself from others—because the truth is nobody can really match his level—he goes on to live a life of loneliness. 

Higher ups believe that they would be better off without him, that he is an issue within the jujutsu community; on top of this, he seems to have political power in jujutsu but not as much as anyone with the title of /the strongest/ would possess. Satoru at his core is avant-garde, his ideas of the liberation of the younger generation coming at a time when his ideas aren’t accepted by anyone besides the victims of the previous generation of teen / child sorcerers.  

[vampseraph]

hi squid!! i hope you're doing well today ^_^

could i please request some toxxine (wakfu) names and pronouns? thank you very, very much!!

- @sslowdeathh

toxxine names ++ pronouns! (for @sslowdeathh)

names

venom, veleno, velena, viper, eserine, verona, oleander, ivy, narcissa, narcissus, amanita, spite, radia, toxin, ricin, sarin, mercury

2. pronouns

tox/toxic, toxic/toxics, ven/vens, toxin/toxins, spike/spikes, abyss/abysss, psy/psys, venom/venoms, poison/poisons, sly/slys, cy/cys, vi/vis, xi/xir

[pienpup]

would it be wrong of me to say i feel like being abandoned is genuinely traumatic when youre borderline and its really hard to recover from.

like yeah ive been through worse, like, a lot worse, but being left hurts so much more. i can endure SA but i cant endure somebody i care about just fucking leaving me.

[montagoves]

redamancy | jason todd

genre: comfort x3

warning: jason todd

summary: jason is reminded of how much he loves you–and how much you love him

a/n: after a handful of failed tinder dates, i just needed to write something to remind myself that if no one got me jason todd got me

Redamancy: a love returned in full

The word itself stems from the New Latin redamantia, and from the Classical Latin redamō meaning, “I requite love”. How we translate redamancy is this: a love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you; the act of loving in return.

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but the clicking sounds from your last-minute essay writing and the soft sounds of The Cranberries had lulled him into the first real nap he’s taken in the last few months. The book he had barely gotten a chapter through laid over his face, blocking the overhead lights you both hated but you swore made you more motivated to do homework. In reality, you just hated them so much that it drove you to work quicker so you could turn them off as soon as you were done. 

You had a lot of small things like that – things that made Jason’s heart swoon in a way he didn’t think it was capable of. Like when you tell him that pile of laundry would eventually get done, you just had to get hit with the cleaning zoomies which occur “approximately every 3-4 weeks.” And when you do get hit with the cleaning zoomies, you put on your headphones, blare Deftones, and deep clean your entire apartment. You could spend hours cleaning the bathroom, neglecting all your other responsibilities. 

Like eating your meals, which in that case Jason always came to your rescue. He’d pat your pretty head and once you took off your headphones and looked up at him with those eyes, he’d tell you he made your favorite meal. You’d reluctantly go to eat with him, and after enjoying the meal with your lover you’d feel lazy. You’d blame him for ruining your motivation, and Jason would just kiss your sweet lips and tell you he could find a way to motivate you again. 

Jason also likes the way he feels when you look at him. You two would be over at Roy’s place, Lian in Jason’s lap as Roy talked about some sports team that pissed him off recently. And Jason would be bouncing Lian in his lap or mindlessly curling her hair with his fingers. Roy’s voice would fade into the background and your focus would only be on Jason – on that smile that creeps on his face whenever Roy curses and Lian repeats it, on the way his eyes seem to gleam whenever he glances over at you, on the way you picture him holding your child, which you two have talked about but you’re both far too young to consider now. 

And Gods, when he catches on to you staring, his hands get clammy the way they did when he first met you. His cheeks turn as red as his vigilante helmet and he noticeably clenches his jaw to keep from nervously laughing. He’s never been looked at with that much love before. He’s had you by his side for years yet he still hasn’t gotten used to the feeling. 

What is he supposed to do when he wakes up to the feeling of you perching yourself on top of him during his nap? He remains still, for the most part, feigning sleep as you try to get comfortable. You must have finished your essay because from under his book’s pages, he can see a candle flickering, the smell of whiskey and vanilla filling the small apartment. He’s quick to close his eyes when you gently move the book away. He hears you take his bookmark, one you had handcrafted yourself, and save his page before setting the book aside. He feels as you lay down fully, your head resting on his chest and your arms attempting to wrap around his waist. Your head moves as Jason’s heart flutters, and your lips brush his jawline in a way he’d only let you do. 

“Baby,” you whisper to him, your hand moving to brush the bangs away from his face. He pretends to be woken up, his eyelashes fluttering open to see you. 

“Hi,” he manages to whisper, making a smile form on your lips. You lean in and nuzzle your face against his neck, and a shaky breath leaves his lips. 

“How’d you sleep?” you mumble against his skin. He slowly moves his hands, slipping them under your hoodie so he can hold your hips. You feel so warm. 

“Fine,” he mumbles back, watching as you lift your head. You look like Heaven, and Jason’s heart is pounding so hard against his chest he fears it may explode. 

What a beautiful way to die, he thinks. 

“Finished your essay?” he asks, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. His thumb slowly brushes your chin, then traces your bottom lip. You blush, leaning against his palm. 

“Mostly,” you admit sheepishly. “You looked so comfy and I was starting to get a headache, so I wanted to cuddle with you. I’ll finish it tomorrow morning.”

He bites back the smile you never fail to produce, and his thumb pulls back your bottom lip. 

“That can be arranged,” he says, tucking your outgrown bangs behind your ear. His fingers trace along your earlobe, fiddling with the earrings you wore. A peaceful silence falls over the two of you, and Jason’s extremely aware of the look in your eyes. His cheeks twinge that red shade, and he clenches his jaw. 

“I love you,” you finally whisper. He gulps, his eyes flicking to yours. At that moment, he swears no one could make his body react in the way you managed to do. 

“I love you too,” he whispers back after a few moments. The words are new to him, almost sounding foreign on his tongue. But he makes an internal promise to practice this language for you. 

He practices it as you lean down and press your lips to his. He cups the back of your head to bring you closer, in an attempt to become one. You let out a soft sigh that makes his body shiver, and you pull away with yet another gorgeous smile on your lips. 

You lay on him again, your head resting in the crook between his shoulder and neck. Jason’s fingers thread through your hair as soft snores leave your lips. 

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but your body on his makes his eyes shut and his arms move to rest around your shoulders. His muscles relax and his heart returns to its natural pace. He feels you shift for a moment, your lips brushing his neck to give him one final kiss. To remind him you’re here, and that you’re not going anywhere. 

Another thing Jason loves about you – you love him back just the same.

[dogsd2y]

genre fluff mutual pinning , pair lee sanghyeok x gn!reader wc. 0.1k words ( boynextdoor ) warnings not proofread ✿ ׅ ࣪ ⊹ 🖌

authors note shorter than usual, you keep staring at sanghyeok and now he doesn't know how to act

he pretends he doesn’t notice. he doesn’t see it, he doesn’t know what it is or why you’re doing it.

your gaze is unwavering, head resting on the palm of your hand. sanghyeok can’t tell whether it’s intentional, or maybe a mistake. he hopes it’s a mistake.

like you’ve mistaken him for someone else.

oh and how he tries. he tries to convince himself that it’s because you’re looking at something else, and that’s why you’re turning in his direction.

but the way his name falls so naturally from your mouth makes him go insane. he’s not supposed to like it, but it just feels right.

the corners of his lips crawl a bit higher, his teeth biting carefully at his lower lip, his fingers playing with his phone.

his whole body tenses, muscles tight, heartbeat loud in his ears.

and yes, his eyes dart from one side to the other, never landing on yours.

but when he finally finds the courage to glance back at you, he can’t stop himself from staring.

networks @bndverse taglist @sngvhs

[seraphmaws]

I seriously gotta remember to actually follow people, I’m only following like, 4-5 active editors and the rest are marine biology meme blogs 💀

cool editblr people please interact so I can remember to follow y’all 😭🙏

[getgored]

More fursona art holy shit

Not VERY proud of this one but its banger enough 2 post

[astralnymphh]

are you guys ever just Tired.

[evergreen-endo]

toxic ex endo yamato tells noroshi he’s going to stay at his vacation home for a few days and breaks into your apartment that night