#im sorry its been like months LOLL

[jeffthekillerzblog]

WAITER! MORE TOBINA PLEASE!

ask and u shall receive

[loppsided]

WARNINGS: fem reader, established relationship, p in v smut, soft smut, oral (fem receiving), dick being completely obsessed and in love with reader, virgin!reader, experienced!dick grayson (obviously), cunninlings, pet names (baby), dick n reader literally wanna become one person lmfao NOTES: this is hbo max titans!dick thats why hes described as having brown eyes and hair, but just insert the attributes of any version you want! first time writing smut so bare with me, apologies if its hella cringey. requests r open go request whatever u want. this was also proofread at 3am so if it doesnt make sense, thats why heh sorry. the ending is sooooo bad but i got lazy. im making a taglist! so if u wanna be added to my dc taglist just comment on this post. MINORS DNI 18+ likes and reblogs appreciated! WC: 1k

soft moans and the rustling of sheets underneath you are the only sounds to be heard in your room, as you grind mindlessly against anything that will create friction on your body. you and dick had been dating for months now and though the topic of sex came up often, whether it be late night conversations about all your desires or the occasional fingering session which had you creaming around his fingers and screaming his name, you haven't had sex yet. you were a virgin, mind plagued by things so much more important than intercourse, and the mere fact that you just didn't have time in your busy schedule to lay down and do any thing. but god did you think about it. and today all your desires would be fulfilled. the conversation was typical, a thousand "are you sure?"s fell from your gentlemen of a boyfriends lips. so here you are now, laying on your back, hands tangled through dicks dark brown locks as he flicked his tongue back and forth slowly at your clit. he took his time, eyes fixated on your expression, your jaw was slack and brows knitted. his hand kneaded into the flesh of your stomach as he held your hand lovingly. a gesture he knew you loved, you always talked about the romance of sex, and how it made it better for both parties. he flattened his tongue against your heat, sucking slowly. his other hand slid down your thighs, grazing the hickeys he had left there only minutes prior. he stuck his ring and middle finger inside of you, pumping at the perfect pace while he swirled his tongue around your pussy. you felt your climax coming soon, you tugged his hair as you bit down hard on your bottom lip. "cum for me baby, let go." his voice was what sent you over the edge, back arching as soft whiny whimpers escaped your throat.

he took his fingers out slowly, moving up your body leaving soft kisses up your torso until he reached your mouth. you kissed for a few seconds until he pulled back, a string of saliva holding you both together as you looked into each others eyes with love. you loved dick, and dick loved you, no matter how many issues you had, or how many times you cried in his arms about how meaningless you felt. he loved you for you, he saw you completely and now his love was taken to a whole other place. now he loved how you tasted. he loved how you moaned his name so pathetically, like you could melt into the sheets at any second and become one with him. like you needed him, like all you wanted was him. his gaze never left yours as he slid into you slowly, wrapping his arms around your back so you could hold him by his neck. "just tell me to stop at any time if its too much, okay?" you nodded. "use your words baby" "yea, il tell you." you whispered looking directly at his lips wanting for him to kiss you again. he was always such a damn gentlemen, and though sometimes it got on your nerves, that's one of the reasons why you fell in love with the brown eyed boy. but right now you didn't want a gentlemen, you wanted him to fuck orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were laying in bed sweaty, barely coherent. his pace started off slow, despite your effort to keep eye contact with your lover, your head lolled back as you closed your eyes. time stood still in that moment, your ears rung (probably from your previous orgasm) and the whole world was gone. it was just you and him, and him inside of you. you had expressed your concerns about potentially not being able to cum during your first time since you usually couldn't finish with just insertion, but as dick sped up, his lips grazing your neck as he praised you, telling you how tight and warm you felt, you could tell you would be cumming in a few minutes. he knew all the right spots, where to hold and squeeze you, where to kiss you, to rip those beautiful noises he loved so much from you. and that's exactly what happened. dick noticed your needy claws at his back, as your breathe increased and you started babbling nonsense about "being there." his lips left your neck as he looked at you. "you gonna cum? huh? you almost there baby?" your eyes opened, the look on your face sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, knowing he made you feel this good. "ye-mm yea mm-hmm i think m'gonna uhhh-" you cut yourself off with a breathy whine as you buried your face in his shoulder and looked down at your bodies connecting. it tuned you on even more, dicks thick cock pumping in and out of you. a ring of white cream around the base of his dick. sweat beads rolling down his abs and his abs tensing and contracting as you could tell he was also close.

the only words you could get out were his name over and over and over and god that made dick feel like a king. his grip around you tightened as he focused on going as deep as possible, he was determined to make you cum around his dick at least twice tonight. your eyes shot opened as you screamed and arched into dick as you came. "oh fuck- fuck- fuck- dick.." he pressed his forehead to yours as loud throaty groans passed from his mouth to yours, he came with a moan and his fingernails dug crescent shaped marks into your back. his high hit him hard, as all he said was "so good, so good for me, feel so good baby." and your name over and over and over.

you two definitely went a few more rounds that night.

[colonelarr0w]

Hiiii i really like reading some angst stuffs so heres my idea loll!

What about reader never felt like they were ever loved romantically and has been quite the loner for a while. So, to have Gojo confess to the reader has reader confused, but quite happy, but will soon find out that its a dare and Gojo only has the end of the year to make reader date him! (Just say the current month is near december loll)

But as time goes by, Gojo starts to actually have feelings for reader and suddenly reader overheard their convo of Gojo with his friends about the dare...

(PLS IM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SPECIFIC THISIS ONE OF MY FIRST TIMES REQUESTING SMTHHH. BTW YOU CAN CHANGE THE GOJO TO ANYONE ELSE :3AND ALSO YOU CAN CHOOSE WETHER TO HAVE COMFORT OR NAH. AND THANKS FOR GIVING YOUR TIME TO READ THIS HAVE A NICE DAYY)

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Sypnosis - Gojo was already known to be a heartbreaker, but you didn't stop to think for a second that maybe -- just maybe -- he was trying to break your heart too.

Warning(s) - mature themes, foul language, Gojo is a MAJOR dick in this one, angst

Word Count - 3.1k

A/N - Hi Anon! (STOP IM CRYING I LOVE EMOJI ANONS SO MUCH) So you made the mistake of giving me an angst prompt while also saying that I could maybe add comfort. I will be doing no such thing. Kisses!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

Satoru Gojo was, by every single standard, a lady’s man.  

And you, by every single standard, were the complete opposite of every man’s “ideal type”. 

How you managed to find yourself in a situation where you told others, “I’m dating Satoru Gojo,” felt like a fever dream constructed by the hardest drug.  

The way in which he asked you out was — well — Satoru Gojo. A grand white banner with your name scrawled into it, underneath it the words: Go out with me?  

Of course you accepted, though you were thoroughly confused. You had always been an observer from the shadows, not emerging unless it was absolutely necessary.  

To have the Satoru Gojo ask you out in front of a gaggle of people was off putting — and certainly not anything that you had expected.  

But none of that stopped you from saying yes, which made the snowy-haired male’s smile widen three times in size — if that was even possible.  

“C’mon Satoru, it’s an easy 2,500 Yen,” Geto says, a sly smirk curling the corner of his mouth upward as he leans over the back of the couch. 

Gojo sighs, jutting out his bottom lip as one of his hands busies itself with running through his hair. It wasn’t a terrible bet — even though the payoff didn’t exactly feel worth it.  

“2,500 Yen to ask her out?” Gojo confirms, turning his head and glancing over the rims of his glasses. Geto smirks again, turning his phone and flashing a picture of you at Gojo, just to make sure that he would be asking out the right person. 

“2,500 Yen,” Geto nods. Gojo sighs, his body slumping forward dramatically. Geto grins again, watching his best friend crack down — no way was he turning down a bet that he could easily secure. 

“Fine, you have a deal,” Gojo holds his hand out, failing to hold back the smirk that curls his mouth upward as Geto slaps his hand against Gojo’s. 

The two shake on it, and the bet is made. 

But, of course, you were oblivious to all of that. You believed that, for the very first time, someone looked at you in a way that wasn’t strictly platonic. Someone loved you — really, truly loved you. 

And what an extravagant partner Gojo was, buying you small trinkets that he believed you would like, taking you to restaurants that you had looked at on the street for a moment too long — he had even forced himself to learn how to ice skate because you mentioned offhandedly that it would be nice to skate with someone.  

For the first time in a very long time, you felt connected to someone. Conversations flowed so easily between you both, never forced or uncomfortable. It was as if you had known each other your entire lives.  

Gojo knew that it was fake — you thought it was truly real.  

< … > 

“(Y/N)! There you are!” Gojo calls out with a flashy wave of his arm. Once you’re in reach of him, he latches onto you, nose nuzzling into your hair. 

You let out a startled squeak at the force of his body against yours, but immediately loosen up and return his embrace, snuggling as deeply as you can into his arms.  

“Satoru!” you laugh out breathlessly, squeezing his shoulders as he lifts you from the ground, easily spinning the both of you in a circle. “You act like you haven’t seen me in years.” 

Gojo rolls his eyes dramatically, setting you down but keeping his arms locked around your waist. He gaze meets yours through the darkened lenses of his glasses, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.  

“Oh god, I know that look,” you mutter teasingly, which earns you an affectionate pinch to your side — one that you swat him away for.  

“You wound me,” Gojo sasses back, releasing you only to place a hand flat against his chest as if he had been stabbed. You roll your eyes, laughing breathily at his antics.  

“What do you want to do tonight? It’s date night,” you remind him, watching as his face breaks into a bright smile. He reaches for you again, lifting your hand and twirling you around before he tugs you to his chest. 

“I was thinking-“ he begins in a sing-song tone. You raise an eyebrow at him, which he quickly leans in to peck. “-we go to the movies, get some cheap froyo, and crash in your dorm.” 

You smile at him, eyes crinkling adorably at the corners as you throw your arms around his neck, squeezing him. 

“Yes please!” 

< … > 

“The movies? Froyo? God, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re falling for her,” Geto mocks the motion of throwing up, earning a laugh from the snowy-haired boy that stands next to him.  

Gojo rolls his eyes, catching the basketball that Geto throws at his chest. He bounces it once against the ground before taking a shot, smirking as it swishes inaudibly into the basket.  

“I want her to at least believe it,” Gojo responds with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. Geto rolls his eyes, biting back the chuckle that rises in his throat. “What? I’m not lying.” 

“No, I know you’re not lying,” Geto bends to pick up the abandoned basketball, bouncing it against the ground and taking a shot of his own — which misses. 

“So then why the sudden comment?” 

“Because of the look in your eyes whenever someone mentions her or whenever you see her,” Geto says plainly, turning to cross his arms at Gojo.  

He purses his lips together, eyebrows pinching in confusion as he silently urges Geto to continue. How he looks at you? 

Geto sighs through his nose, then lifting his fingers to pinch at its bridge. The basketball is long abandoned now, rolling into the center of the gym and remaining there.  

“Every time she calls out to you with that — stupid nickname, you brighten up like a dog who’s seeing his owner,” Geto points out. Gojo can feel the tips of his ears burn red at that — because even he knew that it was true. 

“Toru! There you are!” you call out affectionately, crossing the training fields and practically jumping into Gojo’s awaiting arms. 

He smiles warmly as your face nestles into the junction between his neck and shoulder, breathing in the familiarity of your scent and holding you close to him. 

“That isn’t true,” he murmurs, scratching at the back of his neck. Geto stands still for a moment, staring at Gojo with a look that could easily slaughter an entire town.  

“No? How about when she made you lunch that one time?” Geto raises his eyebrow — his eyes visually calling bullshit as Gojo’s cheeks burn the same shade of red as his ears.  

“Ta-da!” you smile widely as you present Gojo with the intricately put-together bento box. He takes it from your hands, allowing his fingers to brush against your own for a moment too long — an action that brought a light blush to your cheeks.  

He smiles down at the bento you had prepared for him, feeling his heart swell at the idea that someone cared enough about him to sit down and put so much thought into preparing him a lunch. Gojo is quick to then lean in, pecking your cheek and smiling widely at the dark red hue that coats your face. 

“That’s…different,” Gojo tries to argue, but Geto is quick to call out his bluff, laughing loudly in his friend’s face and striding towards the center of the gym to retrieve the abandoned basketball. He bends, scooping it into his palms and bouncing it twice against the ground.  

“Oh, I’m sure that it is,” Geto rolls his eyes, twisting his body and shooting the basketball — already displaying annoyance when it misses yet again.  

Gojo sighs, the puff of air he releases blowing his bangs from his face. He watches as Geto goes to retrieve the basketball, bouncing it once before roughly checking it to Gojo.  

“Careful Satoru, I wouldn’t want you to fall for her,” Geto teases, feeling himself smirk as Gojo’s hands catch the basketball. The snowy-haired male rolls his eyes in response, bouncing the ball. 

“That won’t happen, trust me,” Gojo bites back, not failing to notice the knowing glint in Geto’s eyes.  

“Sure it won’t.” 

< … > 

Hey! I’m at the theatre, where are you? 

READ 

Satoru? 

READ 

I’m just assuming you’re running late, just text me when you’re here! 

DELIVERED 

Puffing out the air that you held in your cheeks, you stow your phone away into your pocket, eyes silently scanning the front entrance of the theatre. Maybe you missed him? No, there was no tuft of snowy-white hair anywhere in the crowd — surely he was just running late.  

You shuffle on your feet, adjusting the small bag that you had brought with you. The interior is stuffed with snacks that both you and Gojo enjoyed — including his favorite from the local convenience store. You smile to yourself, already picturing the wide smile that would cross his face when you presented him with the snacks.  

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, which you all but dive for with a speed that feels almost inhuman. You stare down at the illuminated screen, heart deflating as you realize it’s only a message from your mother, checking in and asking you how your date with Gojo was going.  

Lifting a shaky hand to your eyes, you wipe away the tears that cling to your bottom lash line. You text your mother back, lying to her about the state of the date and pushing your phone back into your pockets. You glance back down at your open purse, blinking back your tears at the sight of the snacks — what a waste. 

< … >  

“Sato—“ 

You pause just outside of the classroom doors, resting your palms against the sliding door and peering curiously inside. Your eyebrows pinch together, eyes narrowing as you listen intently to the conversation shared between Gojo and Geto, both of whom seemed to be in the middle of — maybe — arguing with one another.  

“How much longer am I keeping this up for?” Gojo all but whines, leaning back in the seat that he was occupying, his feet propped up on the desk as he releases an annoyed huff.  

Geto chuckles, rubbing a hand over his face as he sits on the desk directly in front of Gojo, folding his legs over one another and smirking down at his best friend. Gojo sighs, blowing his bangs out of his face as he leans forward, his sunglasses slightly slipping down the bridge of his nose.  

“Why? Getting bored?” Geto raises an eyebrow at Gojo, lifting his arms to cross them firmly over his chest. Gojo rolls his eyes yet again, releasing a deepened sigh that only has Geto releasing the chuckle that he had been holding in.  

“I’m getting tired,” Gojo mocks a dramatic yawn, throwing his arms into the air and leaning back in his chair. Geto raises an eyebrow at the answer, curious now. 

“Tired?” 

“Exhausted. I don’t think you understand Suguru, she’s so desperately clingy and just — I can’t keep up with it,” Gojo explains in exasperation, rubbing his hands over his face and digging his fingers into the skin of this temples, rubbing them in slow circles.  

You feel your heart crack the more that Gojo speaks — listening quietly as he lists off all of the things that he seemingly hates about you. Your eyes burn with tears, and suddenly every ounce of love that you ever felt for Gojo seep out of you in waves. 

Had he felt that way about you the whole time? 

“Hey, you were the one that said yes. You could’ve dropped the bet,” Geto shrugs his shoulders, an action that earns him an annoyed kick from Gojo.  

“It’s 2,500 Yen. I’m not saying no to that,” Gojo reminds his friend, waving a finger in his face. Geto chuckles breathily, but pauses at an unfamiliar sound — a choked cry. His head whips around in an attempt to locate the source of the sound, feeling his heart drop to the deepest depths of his stomach at the sight of a retreating figure by the classroom's doors.  

Gojo follows Geto's wandering gaze, eyebrows knitting together in confusion at the sudden change in his friend's facial expression. "Shit." Is all that Geto says before he moves to the door, peering out of it just in time to see your figure turn the farthest corner of the hallway – then vanishing.  

Geto's eyes flicker to meet Gojo's as the latter leans his chin onto Geto's shoulder, staring at the spot that you had just disappeared from.  

"What happened?" Gojo inquires curiously, not failing to notice the way that Geto's spine stands as stiff as cardboard. The dark-haired male swallows the lump in his throat – they were both royally fucked.  

"We're fucked." 

< ... >  

"There, there, c'mon (Y/N), don't let this--" 

"He lied to me!" You rub your hands roughly over your tear-filled eyes, feeling your chest tighten as you look away from Utahime's concerned gaze. Her eyebrows furrow together in worry, eyes silently taking you in as you curl into yourself.  

She would be lying if she said that she wasn't downright pissed at what Gojo had done to you. After listening to your tearful ramble about what you heard, any and all respect that she had for her snowy-haired classmate went completely out of the window. 

Not that there was much respect there in the first place.  

"So how much of what he said did he actually mean?" Your voice is a broken cry, trembling in a way that has Utahime reaching out to comfortingly lace her fingers with your own.  

"I don't know," she whispers in response, not knowing how to help you. You turn your head away from her, sniffing and wiping your nose with the cloth of your sleeve. "I'm sorry (Y/N)." 

You shake your head, breath trembling as you grip at your knees. You screw your eyes shut, still seeing his affectionate smile behind your eyelids – you wish that you could forget it completely. You can still feel him too; you can feel his arms wrapped around you and his lips as they press affectionately to your cheek.  

You begin to wonder how much effort he actually put into your dates, you begin to wonder if his affectionate touches were genuine, you begin to wonder if it was him writing his text messages out or if it was someone else entirely. Did he ever care about you? 

"Hey." 

You glance up at Utahime, sniffling quietly as she reaches a hand out, laying her palm against your cheek and thumbing away the stray tears that roll down your cheeks. Her heart breaks at the sight of you – but her heart also yells angrily at the idea that Gojo would toy with you for a measly 2,500 Yen.  

She knew that he was an asshole – everyone did. But she didn't think he was that big of an asshole.  

"How about me and you go out? I'll even text Mei Mei and Shoko," Utahime offers, smiling again at you. You sniffle, cheeks reddened by your tears. Your eyes are puffy, lashes still wet with tears that take their sweet time in dripping down your face.  

"Can we stay in instead?"  

Utahime nods, smiling again at you. Her arms extend, wrapping around you and tugging you into her chest, squeezing affectionately at you. You sink into her embrace, face pressed comfortably into her shoulder.  

"Yeah, of course we can." 

< ... >  

"You're such a dick!" Utahime yells in a fit of rage, shoving her hands against Gojo's chest and glaring daggers at him as he stumbles backwards. He stares at her incredulously, eyebrows raised to a point that his forehead is wrinkled five times over.  

He hadn't expected this behavior from the usually calm and collected girl – but the way that she had stormed at him screaming her head off told him that he had royally screwed up.  

Over his shoulder, Geto watches knowingly. He knows that he'll likely be yelled at too, so in mental preparation, he remains completely silent, not wanting Utahime to turn her rage on him prematurely.  

"What is this about?" Gojo asks genuinely, his eyes narrowed in confusion as Utahime angrily takes a step back from him, restraining herself from actively strangling him.  

"What is this – so you just have no idea what you did to (Y/N)? God, you're dense!" Utahime all but screams, throwing her hands up in a fit of rage. 

Gojo narrows his eyes, then they widen – shit. How the fuck did you find out? 

"What do you mean?" He pauses for a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "What about (Y/N)?" 

"Oh, don't act so clueless! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Utahime jabs a finger at Gojo's chest, her eyes burning with a rage that he had genuinely never seen in her before. She takes a brave step towards him – in return, he takes a step back.  

"I don't--" 

"Does 2,500 Yen sound familiar to you?" Utahime raises an eyebrow at him. He deadpans, swallowing the growing lump in his throat and feeling his heart sink.  

His silence tells her everything that she needs to know. She straightens, shooting a pointed glare to Geto as well – resulting in him looking anywhere but her direction, gaze flickering around wildly.  

She turns her attention back to Gojo, looking him up and down with an expression of nothing but pure disgust. He winces at the glint in her eyes – God, he had really screwed up.  

"You're both disgusting," Utahime spits venomously, then turning on her heel and promptly striding away from both males. Gojo turns, exchanging a worried yet remorseful glance in Geto's direction. His friend only swallows, they had both royally screwed up. 

< ... >  

Gojo suffered with the aftermath of you hearing his conversation – you avoided him like he had been infected with some kind of infectious disease. Any room he entered, you exited. Any time he called out your name with a polite wave, you turned your nose up and continued walking.  

In a way, you pretended that he simply didn't exist – that the person waving to you or trying to interact with you was nothing but a phantom, one that you ignored as if it was the only thing that you knew how to do.  

"(Y/N)! Hey, can we--" 

You stride past him, shoulder knocking against his own as you exit the classroom. He stands silently at its center, lowering his hand back to his side – he had wanted to reach out for you, but something inside of him told him to simply leave you be.  

And the day that he saw you happily hanging off of Nanami's arm was the day that he realized – loving someone from afar was the worst pain of all.  

[magmythedevil]

TW: mention of grooming & sexual assault Please dont read If this topic makes your uncomfortable

Quite of a long test ahead. Sorry

Listen, i dont want to sound rude or anything, but everytime someone on the murder drone fandom (twt specifically) gets outed as a groomer, sexual predator, or Just someone who has caused harm to other people in general MD fans on twitter always turn these types of situation into a:

"LMFAO murder drone fandom suck ass!! I hate you all!!!!!! im out of here for real!!!!!"

"i love murder drones But i hate this fandom"

And ...no... Please....dont.

I know these guys are all just teenegers just like me and may or not may have good intentions when they say this, But i have an awful truth about to say about these situations;

Those groomers and sexual predators are not on the fandom bc they are interested on the show and just happen to be groomers just because. They are on the fandom bc they know murder drones Its the type of show that attracts vulnerable teenegers and kids

Stop making these type of situations into a fandom thing, bc Its something serious. These groomers are not genuine fans of the show (most of the time) theyre here to make victims

And yes, these groomers are capable o spending months building their murder drones fandom accounts just to befriends the minors on the fandom, even If theyre not even acctually interested on the show.

Im tired of seeing groomers in the fandom getting outed and then some minutes after some corny;

"lmfao, in out here, im just gonna be a normal account now lolll"

"muted all the words related to murder drones <33333"

"wait??? Thad the cool guy is a groomer??? Cant this fandom be normal for once???"

tweets pop up taking the focus away from the real problem.

Some predators using the show to make their victims doesn't automatically turns the fandom into "an awful place full of disgusting people" and its because of that generalization that these events keep repeating themselfs.

Theres some assholes and toxic people on the fandom? Yes totally. I saw toxic envy shippers trying to turn nuzi into a """pedo coded"""" ship in real time.

But, this is difference, a groomer disguising themselfs as a fandom member is not a fandom problem or drama, and doesn't automatically makes the an entire group of people bad.

If the fandom knew how to handle these types of situations Instead of making;

"block this disgusting murder drones fan!!!!!!! Loll im so tired of this fandom, in out"

posts, people should make;

"therese another predator out there, Please everyone be carefull and block all of their accounts and i feel so sorry for all the victims"

(they do make these posts, but get quickly overshadowed by the fandom focused corny ones)

Things would be so much better.

Remember the murder drones strike thing? The fandom could make a campaingh similiar to that but focused on spreading awareness about predators that use murder drones to attract kids. Its a sad truth, But only facing reality is a way to make things better

Maybe that happens bc MD is the first fandom these people have ever been at, so they don't know how to react to these type of things but trust me i have seen fandoms that are much worst who have had terrible things happening out there.

Anyways, this is all i had to say, sorry if Its kinda confusing, english is not my first language, but i hope i made a clear point here a least

[rawrkki]

Yes you heard that right!

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its been wayy too long since i said i was going on a hiatus and then disappeared (im sorry about that, i just had a lot going on)

to celebrate my return (for my approximately 3 followers loll) I've decided to gift you all a

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SIMS CC DUMP!! ―୨୧⋆ ˚

I've accumulated quite a collection over the past couple of months, so im going to give you allll the links for the cc that i use :D

i haven't started getting the links for the cc yet, and i have over 150 pieces to find, so this may take me a while to get out (please be patient!)

i really hope you like it once it is out.

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Atlas <3

[melting-morning-blues]

(pops in) i have returned!! ...for a moment before i go back into hibernation--

[ tagged by @lacunasbalustrade! ]

last song I listened to | SUPER BOARD by skz

currently (re)watching | bungou stray dogs!!

currently reading | all the lovers in the night by mieko kawakami (1/3 through it cuz i literally have NO time 💔)

current obsessions | oh my god okok

bungou stray dogs cuz i got back into it after s4 and im so obsessed with it @colt-peacemaker can testify

cosplay content -> seeking out videos for eye-candy and inspo cuz i want to try cosplaying some time soon!!

fcbf cuz it's my one and only comfort show, it always has a place in my heart (and somehow always wiggles its way back into my life even when i set it aside for a period of time)

a bit of kamen rider zero one & kingohger but i haven't been catching up with the latter's episodes cuz life has been Hectic... but i'm sure i'll be binging everything once i get a proper break!!

my lyric docs... still my no.1 coping mechanism when i'm stressed LOLL

oh my gosh i haven't been properly active here for like... two months??? hope everyone's doing alright!! so sorry for my inactivity... school and its horrid assessments are banging on my door and i'm trying my best not to let the poor doorframe collapse sfhhfggh

i miss all my mutuals very very much and i have not forgotten about any of u!!! like, whenever tumblr notifies me that "[user] just posted! go check it out!" im like "I WANT TO.... BUT I NEED TO DO WORK....." (tears in my eyes, hand in my hands)

on that note, pls pls pls don't hesitate to tag me in stuff!! i love receiving those notifs, even though i can't really respond promptly... life is a bit crazy rn with the piling stress, but i'll try to pop in once in a while to say a little hello to the friends i love dearly :)) 🤍🤍

[lqfiles]

heyy uhm thjs is my first time sending these kind of things and i js wanted to say that i really really reallyyyyy love stg, i've been reading it since chapter 10ish? but started following at about 20ish (srry abt that) and ik it doesn't mean much coming from an anonymous person but it makes me very happy (and PROUD) to see how many people are reading it now and how many asks you get :) overall im js immensely proud of you and your work

again ik it does not mean much coming from an anon but still you have no idea how great my days get when i get notis from your acc replying to questions or anons (cause i've figured it usually mean that you'll upload another chapter) ANYWAYS i've been struggling a LOT these few months, and one of the only things I seriously look up to is stg, so again, thank you SO so much :(

you don't even have to reply to this or anything (bc tbh i wouldn't know what to say either lol) but i would appreciate it if you could at least read it and know just how much power your ideas and writing actually have <3

also not sure if 50 was the last chapter (?) i was planning on writing smth like this when the smau ended BUT ITS WHATEVER RLLY !! anyways i will never be able to thank u enough for taking your time in this and genuinely putting effort and feelings on it, you are amazing !!

also im from Chile so idk if i made any mistakes while typing this… whatever i'll make sure to support you through each and every work of yours from now on ! take care <333

(god this was a little long IM SORRY again you don't have to reply to this i js hope u read it and know just how capable and dedicated you are and how happy you can make other people iwnsnsks <3)

anon you actually made me tear up wthh :(( LONG ANSWER INCOMING……

i think this is the best thing i could’ve been told and hear, and the fact that it’s anonymous doesn’t change how much your words mean to me trust me. i honestly wasn’t sure how commited i’d be to this smau since i never have managed to finish a slow burn ideas because of the lack of creativity. but i think the fact that you still kept up from such an early chapter (when i remember pointing out that i’m really just writing this without a full plot yet multiple times) is endearing and don’t worry, i don’t take it to heart that you didn’t follow me immediately loll, for all you knew this could’ve been the shittiest piece of writing and then you’d have to just unfollow lmaooo. also i think it’s cute that those who have kept up from early on until now have witnessed with me the growth of this series and the support on it 😭 i remember when 70 notes in day alone excited me and would get giddy by getting a SINGLE ask hsjdjdjd and now i’ve had chapters with 400 notes and get 10+ asks ??? i didn’t even really dwell on it that you guys who have been ogs too have seen the growth too :(( i think it’s quite funny, because last year, i rarely got any asks and barely checked on this account except for posting some drabbles here and there, and didn’t even speak to any mutuals, i remember i told myself i’d keep this a writing blog only without interacting much at all but ever since stg i’m surprised by the amount of mutuals i’ve made and how many people are really perceiving my account AND how interactive i’ve been even tho i’d usually log out immediately after posting something lmaoo! it’s cute and i appreciate you for sticking around and being proud of me !!! it honestly catches me off guard when some of you say that stg is the highlight of your day or how much you love it or how it has inspired you to start writing yourself, because i can’t comprehend myself being influential like that at ALL 😭😭 but at the same time it warms my heart every time because it makes me feel useful…? i like seeing people happy and feel inspired by something i did so seeing people be so happy of a mere chapter really does make me smile :) i’m sorry to hear that life is hard on you, but again it means a lot to me knowing stg DOES affect your day positively (can’t believe we’ll be reaching the end tho..)

this wasn’t the last chapter, i got two more and then some bonus chapters so i hope you’ll enjoy them and my future work as well anon <33 i’ll continue to pour my effort and feelings into my writing love you and thank you for making time to write this !!!

[tyonfs]

aurkay SCHOOL!

so as we’ve established it’s my sophomore year of college and omg ibhate it 😭 classes suck so bad and i have no free time in my day. but what sucks the most is that i’m moving to georgia. like i’m transferring schools. which in some way is great because i hate san antonio but at the same time i’m so conflicted because the place i went to high school to aka hometown is only 2 hrs away and it’s just so like. i used to be able to visit my friend whenever i wanted but now??? i can’t ever. and it makes me so upset. i’m gonna move at the end of spring semester but still! like i just don’t want to because i love my life right now as much as i sound like i hate it.

anyways i’m sorry for talking your ear off alice (i know u might get back to this like 5 months later which is okay! ur busy) how’s post grad treating u?? do much adulting stuff yet?

a lil update on that friend i am still protecting my peace and ur right oregan is never real 😮‍💨

but thank u queen for listening and giving me advice 🙁🙁🙁 just think about it it almost marks a year since i became ur anon and two years since i’ve followed u woooohoooo!!!! i like to think we’re like besties lowk - 🎀

omg im so sorry love :(( moving is definitely always hard, i used to move a lot when i was younger and could never get used to it. it's also tough cause your friend circles worked so perfectly and it's just such a big transition mentally too :/ im sure you'll be thriving in georgia tho!! and i hope you can stay in contact with the friends you have rn and hopefully be able to make plans to visit them when possible 🤍🤍

HAHAHA NO DW ITS OKAY but post grad has been stressful!!! rn im actually in the middle of moving 🤧 not a super huge move or anything but packing everything and moving to another house is a Little overwhelming 🥲 but i'll finally be able to rest soon LOLL

oregon is NOT real ❤️ and im glad you're protecting your peace queen 💆‍♀️

omg it's been so long 🥹🥹 and now we're going into 2024 isn't it insane how fast time flies?? we are so pen pal besties 🤝

[haeroniel-doliet]

A lil updates and thoughts going on rn! Mostly about art again :') putting it under read more tho bc it got away from me again all rambly lmao

Hooo wheee! Life has been a little busy huh. Finally going to work again even if it is pretty much part time, other hobbies im keeping up with, trying to keep up on life admin and its going almost well! Shame im realizing i havent worked on my drawings in well over a month now 😅

Part of me is slightly dreading going back to them rn bc ive spent hours and hours on them already and they still need many hours before i post them....

You know that one guy on like tiktok/youtube shorts whos a really friendly old artist with a hobbit hole studio and does like 1hr paintings that look incredible? Obviously i dont expect myself being rusty and also not with years and years of experience to do the same but wouldn't that be the dream? To be able to just create and be done and happy with it in just an hour or a few and move on. How sad it is how many things i have started and not finished, outting in hours and hours where it doesnt really make even a super significant difference.

Also its that dinluke positivity week thing (god i hope this doesnt show up in the tag lmao sorry) i was really hyped months ago thinking its great prompts and great time to partake in my favourite fandom especially before february 2023 inevitably changes the scene in some way! But all of a sudden mid november is here and thats kinda terrifying! I have no clear idea for any of them, nothing im like desperate to draw and my current drawing doesnt really fit them either. Im thinking maybe i should try like, giving myself idk 2 hrs max to just make something beginning to end and if i hate it its ok i dont have to post it. But maybe i will and it could be fun! Sure i am too tired to properly do anything but idk, even making one post could give me excitement and hype for things i used to enjoy and something that isnt just real life and like job related.

To be fair i could also go for the much more guaranteed dopamine boost and play a video game ive been thinking of playing again for months. Sure i dunno which to choose and im not like super inclined to anything even tho i would like to play multiple of them again, just playing alone is a little boring i guess.

The more i spend just overthinking the quicker my sunday will be over and ill have to do next week and god knows ill be busy!! I should try drawing bc its there floating in my mind and could be easier to slip in into the day routine to do a little here and there rather than like, playing skyrim for 30 mins loll. Or oblivion bc for some reason ive been missing it. Or battlefront, even tho that is really hard to play without really trying my hardest and getting readjusted to the pace of it

Alright ok im gonna set up my digital art stuff, im gonna challenge myself to sketch something on theme for all the prompts and see what ends up catching my attention. If i can do 1 or even a couple of them thatd be really really neat!

[lokissweater]

HII NICKYY (i hope its alr if i call u that!!) FIRST i just wanna say that i absolutely ADOREE all of ur works omg the detail u put into everything its just so!!! pleasant to see someone who does that, u truly describe emotions SOO well to me.. i've been looking at ur blog like every day for the past few months now and tbh just didn't know how or what to sayyy.. sdjsjsjdhs IF ITS OKAY TO ASK!! do u have an estimated time for when u are going to be finishing mlb!megumi 4.. i am soo excited based on what we already know oh goshh however there is no pressure at all!! i know you've been getting a lot of stuff in ur inbox about it and like.. again i'm just as excited as everyone else (probably more actually) but i do hope its not overwhelming or anything yk?? i just feel like it could be kinda stressful knowing that so many people are waiting for an update and u should take as much time as you need!! and may i be 🫐 anon or if that's taken then 🧃.. thank u (LOLL sorry if this is a lot)

YESSS ITS MORE THAN OKAY FOR YOU TO CALL ME THAT BABYYY !!!

THANK YOU SOOOO MUCHHHH I APPRECIATE YOUR WORDS SOSOSO FUCKING MUCHHH IM SO GLAD YOURE HERE IN MY INBOX 🥹🥹💕💕💕💕

I ANTICIPATE IT DROPPING BY THE END OF THIS WEEK MY LOVE!! i will let you guys know if i need to stretch it to next week bc my schedule do be packed for this week 😩😩 BUT IM WORKING LIKE A LITTLE WORKER BEE FOR YAALLLL <33333

AND YES OF COURSE YOU CAN BE 🫐 !!! i love you THANK YOU for this !! :] <333

[caruliaa]

i tihnk i may be moving on from my tears ricocheting nad will now exclusizly be mad womaning

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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[magmythedevil]

|| MD ship debate again sorry, dont need to read If you dont like. But this is a Topic that genuinely interests me

Its kinda funny how some people from the the fandom earlier this year (like- two months after episode two aired or something) really thought that the story would be about V and N being an adult couple of murderers while taking care of their new litte minor friend Uzi as If she was their kid, OH who also would fall in love with her jock crush?

im like.....why????

Why did It so many people genuinely thought murder drones would be about that with only two episodes in????

Envy shippers and Thuzi shipper got so upset when episode 3 aired because It literally BROKE their entire interpretation of the story. And the fact that these people were such a loud minority to the point of making the other members of the fandom genuinely scared to ship anything related to WD X DD bc they simply blocked everyone on sight??????? AND SHIT TALK THEM on private group chats calling them "weirdos wd x dd shippers ewww"

Like- these people bullied two big artist that were genuinely passionate about the show out of the fandom because they enjoyed wd x dd (the Dollzi au one and the N x Thad enjoyer one)

Thats insane???

Kinda sad that It took episode 6 for people to finally graps reality and not let this loud minority of people have such a big voice in the fandom, but It finally changed

Watching everyone from mdtwt remove the "n x uzi dni" from the bios was such a "WE WON" feeling 🙏🙏🙏🙏

(btw um NOT saying that nuzi was underrated, nuzi always have been the most popular one in the fandom getting coutnless fanarts everyday. But denying that there wan'st an weird stigma around uzi x N or any wd x dd is funny loll)

[dairy-farmer]

just imagining a world where everyone thinks they're Tim's first 😊

Dick falling in lust while training a brand new Robin, still fresh with grief and self-loathing after Jason (Robin is my legacy to protect)

Bruce finally caving and seeking comfort from the one that has never condescended to him while he was at his lowest (this is MY Robin and I won't let anything near the ones I care for again)

Steph trying to convince her one track mind Robin boyfriend to let his guard down... Kon being eager to teach freaky smart Tim a thing or two.... Roy??? (sidenote oml RoyTim is a fav of mine and I'd love to know your take on them!!) ... Jason stalking Tim and feeling like he has to show him how limited his trust should be (aka love me! choose me! pick me! loll) ... maybe Clark or Hal or anyone else from the JL?

just all the heroes/antiheroes maybe even villains all being like... sweet, virginal Tim... someone has to love/protect/fuck him like he deserves

and then Tim's first is actually someone no one considered... idk what's the most shocking? Robin!Jason? or Jack? maybe a babysitter or childhood friend or something

!!!!!!! oooooo YESS THIS!!! presumed virgin!tim!!!

he says stuff, like 'i'm not ready for that quite yet' or 'i don't think this is the time/place' and it makes people think he's a virgin because he puts it off so much. plus tim is so attractive, a nicely androgynous look with a sweet face so he appeals to all ends of the spectrum- there's no way he hasn't gotten offers before. but then he gives into them. and they all think they're tim's first!!!!

dick, it's when they're training. things are getting kind of hot and heavy and he's not in the best place. he's in charge of expanding tim's flexibility during his robin training and tim's doing a good job. he's making these low soft sounds as he falls deeper into a stretch and dick he....his engagement with kory has been called off. jason is in the ground, the robin mantle has been empty for awhile and now its being filled by tim and dick he...he never did this sort of thing with jason. the only time he came to the manor was to scream at bruce and then leave. he never gave jason, robin, the time of day. and it cuts deep because he created robin and then he left him to struggle. he left a robin to learn to fly on his own and now he was dead.

dick doesn't even notice he's crying, not until gently hands are wiping his tears away with a soft towel and a soft voice is fussing over him. tim's hands are so warm and soft. the palms are reddened and developing callouses so they're still a bit soft. chalk coats his palm and leve white ghost handprints on dick's dark clothing. the thing that gets to dick is how gentle tim is with him. carefully tilting his head up and patting at the tears going down dick's face. his pretty pink lips are getting bitten on as he focuses, his big doe-like eyes are blinking dark pretty lashes at him and when tim's face drifts close...dick can't help himself. he leans in for a kiss and tim freezes.

dick wants to pul back and apologize, excuse himself and beat himself up about what the fuck he was thinking in the care. he knows that depression alters a person's mental state, makes them behave and think in manners they wouldn't if they were better. dick knows he depressed even without seeing a doctor about it and its that knowledge alone that should be the reason he removes himself from the situation but he doesn't. he stays. and eventually, tim kisses him back.

dick fucks him gently on those mats. he feels tim pant and gasp against his neck, feels his his scrambling for purchasing and digging nails into the back of dick's workout shirt. dick fucks with all the contianed grief and pain he's kept inside for months. he cums into tim with a sick mix of a sob and groan and apologies spilling out of his lips like oil flowing out of his mouth. 'oh god im sorry im so sorry im so so sorry'. bruce is out with alfred for gala and they're not scheduled to return for several more hours.

tim holds him, murmurs reassurances and lets dick cry in his chest until he gets hard again. he looks up at tim with tear filled eyes.

tim stares at him the same way dick imagined jesus would look at his disciples. with tender care and understanding. dick fucks him again and he's careful, he tries to make it good, tries to draw out tim's little sounds and tender moans. when tim's head tilts back like he really likes something, dick does it again. he does it until tim arches up and clenches around him. then dick follows him.

dick hopes it was good, that tim looks back on his first time with a sobbing, trembling mess of a man and still considers it good.

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it's after a hard night that bruce gives in.

it's been a bad week, a bad month really. case after case after case. people that bruce had put away when he'd started as batman are being put out on parole and they haven't changed at all. Arkham decided to switch security systems without informing the GCPD and now a third of the non-violent offenders were wandering through the city. organized crime was up to their usual shit but made worse with a new family from the west coast trying to branch their business into Gotham.

bruce is slipping. relapsing again. the lulling voice of the liquor locked in a cabinet is becoming too alluring. it's getting harder to get out of bed again and when he does he just feels so tired. on the streets he's hitting harder. not pulling his punches as much.

tim has been away for three days for some overnight school trip and its on the second day he was supposed to be gone that tim finds him lounging beside the batmobile in civilian clothes.

he stares at bruce, suit dirtied, knuckles wet with drying blood.

bruce expect disappointment, a shaking head like of course he couldn't be left alone, maybe even a blank stare.

instead, tim's brows furrow in worry and he shepherds bruce to the batmobile.

bruce tries asking what tim's doing when he's supposed to be away and tim waves it away, says something about the hotel the students were staying in being a short train ride away and he'd had a feeling when bruce didn't text him goodnight like he always did.

and bruce falters.

tim sensed something was wrong with him and sought him out.

he caught onto a change in bruce's behavior and out of concern for him, took a train in the middle of the night to gotham just to check on him.

he could've called and bruce would've picked up. he could've texted and bruce would've responded.

but he'd come instead.

and bruce...he...he's not sure why it fills him with so much emotion to know that tim would reach out to him like that.

bruce is sitting in the batmobile before he knows it. tim is in the passenger side and he's turning up the heating, the hot air blowing on bruce's chilled skin. tim is rubbing his hands and cupping them, blowing hot air between them and that's when bruce realizes how lightly tim is dressed. thin, blue, cotton pajama bottoms and a black zip up hoodie. he's wearing mint green crew socks tucked into the school-issue uniform sneakers.

tim's gentle hands peel the gloves off bruce's bloodied gloves and tim makes a soft mournful sound at the sight of bruce's bruised knuckles. bruce's gloves are padded and normally his hands are unscathed. it's a testament to how hard he was throwing his punches.

bruce wants to slump down in his seat. wants the clawing empty feeling in his gut to go away.

tim brushes a soft thumb over his knuckles and starts massaging his hand. tim's fingers are ice cold and he's humming a soft song as he works his fingers into the hard lines of bruce's palm.

this isn't the first time that tim has cared for him. it's not the first time that tim has chased him to make sure he wasn't hurt after a bout of recklessness. and everytime tim treats him with kindess, with care. gentle hands handling all the broken edges of bruce.

maybe it's the soft mumurs, the careful hands, or the warm air blowing on them. maybe it's the quiet of the street or the voices in th back of his head that beg him to seek some kind of relief from his pained existence.

the voices that bruce usually pays no mind to.

but that night, in the batmobile.

bruce listens.

the thin pajama pants and tim's underwear come off easily, exposing his little cunt to bruce. his hole is tight and tim gasps, hips jolting when bruce thrusts in one the fingers from the bare hand that tim peeling the glove off of. they're in the backseat, the only place in the batmobile that will allow bruce to lay tim down.

bruce doesn't want to hurt him. he doesn't.

he takes his time and stretches tim's pussy out carefully. he rips packets of lube and slips on a condom that he usually carries around in case he meets selina.

he doesn't think he can ever carry them around without thinking of how hot and tight tim was when he first pressed in. he felt the batears getting grabbed by tim's hands as bruce pressed in, sinking as much as he could until he bottomed out.

bruce has never fucked with the cowl on. he always had to take it off because no one wanted batman, they didn't care for him not like how bruce did. everyone wanted him to be bruce more than they wanted him to be batman even though bruce was weak. bruce was pathetic. bruce gave into his impulses.

bruce was fucking tim but wearing the face of the bat.

the bat that tim had done everything he could to save.

sacrificing his body, his mind- giving everything he could to batman and still offering more.

tim cums quickly. bruce's fingers on his clit squeeze pleasure out of him and groan at the tight vice of his cunt around his cock.

bruce fucks short, hard thrusts into tim until he's spilling into the condom.

he heaves his breathes and looks down at tim whose hair is spread around him like a halo and whose eyes are so bright and glittering as they stare at bruce with adoration.

"batman" he murmurs softly, awe in his voice as his gentle hand strokes down the side of bruce's cowl and reaches his cheek, cupping it.

even without a mask, without his suit. bruce knows without a doubt that person lying under him is robin.

his robin.

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yes!!! to all your other suggestions as well!!!!!

kon and tim grow close as friends and i can definitly imagine them cleaning up after a Titan's celebration. it's just them, they're a little tipsy and kon invites tim back to his room half as a joke and half serious but then tim says yes.

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roy and tim would cross paths because they have mutual contacts. i think jason would give tim roy's number as a contact for someone who can do discreet work and has a hell of a mind for reverse engineering weapons. and tim. stumbles across what seems like an alien gun for one of his cases and he remembers roy's number. and tim ends up in the middle of this studio watching as his expertly dismantles this thing tim hasn't been able to figure out for week. and tim gets...excited. he's always had a thing for competence. and roy takes note of his red cheeks, his darting eyes following the lines of his tattoos and muscles and he...well he shows off a little for the kid. flexes, gives him the look and is filled with amusement when the little robin stutters and gets flustered.

someone it ends up with roy's pants undone, fly down, and jeans lowered to just under his ass as he fucked a gasping, squirming little baby bird on his work bench. roy can't fumble out a condom in time and ends up spilling a load in jay birds kid brother and between a mind numbing orgasm all he can feel is a mix of panicked fear and pride at the fact that he'll die for taking tiny tim's virginity.

side note I LOVE roytim!!!! fics on it are so rare but i think i've read about all of them. the most hilarious scene i can recall is this one where jason walks in on tim and roy making out:

“You really did get hit in the head.”

Roy reared back so sharply he might’ve pulled something, narrowly avoiding getting hit in the face with the controller Tim was still holding in the hand not currently dislodging his hair from his scalp. Ow.

Jason looked supremely unimpressed, where he stood in the doorway with his arms folded.

“Not that I’d expect you to be a shining paragon of morality, Harper, but really? The feeble and infirm? That’s low, even for you.”

He was at least ninety-nine percent likely to be armed, Roy realized. Probably more, since the big bat was out of town. This was the day he would die.

“Alright, up you get. Let’s go, one on one, square up.” Jason slipped into a ready stance, as Cassandra peeked around the doorframe."

-From Guns For Hire, Shoot You With Desire by chronicallyHaughty

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jason's a bit unique where i think it would happen after they've developed a more stable relationship. one where they're more brotherly than enemies which makes jason feel all kinds of awkward when he finds himself stalking tim.

finding out where he hangs out and with who. who he's seeing if he's seeing anyone.

jason clenches his fists and watches as some douchebag 'bro' takes his brother out on a date and trys planting a fat wet one on him without even waiting for dessert.

it's not planned. jason would like for that much to be on record. he wasn't creeping on timmy and trying to manipulate him or take advantage of him at his lowest like he was an injured water buffalo.

it's after a hard patrol and they've retreated to jason's apartment. jason has sent the kid off for a shower and offered he bed for the night so he doesn't crash his bike while trying to nurse his injuries. he comes out smelling like jason's dollar store shampoo and bodywash, he's in an old muscle tee that shows off the edge of his little tits and a pair of old boxers so big they're basically falling off.

tim helps wrap jason's injuries after he'd has his turn in the shower and they're so close. the smell of disinfectant between them and the quiet snip of bandages being cut with a pair of shears.

they both down a few painkillers and something to help them rest easy and then they look up and stare at each other's eyes and...

jason feels a bit guilty that the kid's first time is on a ratty couch in the middle of jason's living room. it's sloppy and uncoordinated and they're both being so careful trying not to jostle the other's injuries. jason's orgasm is followed by the startled gasp of tim and the realization that he's popped a stitch. tim cums covered in jason's blood and tilting his head back to show off the expanse of his white throat the reddened line of the scar cutting across it.

they pant together, both wincing occasionally and trying to drowsily sew jason back together before the shit they took for sleep kicks in and knocks them both out before they can finish.

it does they wake up to tim's pussy leaking jason's cum and part of the mess dried on his inner thighs and crusty blood from jason's cut painting both them and the couch.

tim helps him clean up and jason awkwardly apologizes for the mess (both of them).

but tim just smiles and shyly looks away before saying it was fine. tim still had a good time.

and jason....shit jason believes him.

---

any members of the justice league i feel would definitly do it with tim on an outerspace mission where batman isn't there.

a sort of 'fuck or i'll die situation'.

maybe a ritual on an alien planet. getting infected with spores. something where the leaguer is in the position of either having to fuck batman's protege or letting him die and being the one to tell batman about it.

and they do it. because they're the senior officer on the mission and robin is their responsibility so they'll do it in order to get him back saefly and mostly unharmed.

they'll apologize the whole time. tell tim he can close his eyes and imagine someone else. and tim reassures them the whole time. tell them he understands and its alright, it's alright he knows why they're doing it.

they never tell batman. they omit the detail about taking robin's virginity on the mission and they tell no one, not their friends, not other leaguers, not their spouses. they keep it between them and they're not sure if what they feel is guilt when they remember how tim sobbed under them, gasping and arching and taking them so well.

some nights they dream and they remember the pretty twist of tim's face, the way his wet mouth had parted, the sloppy wetness gushing from his pussy, the gutted 'hhnn hnnnn nngh' sounds that sang out of him.

they keep it to themselves and they never tell a soul.

until some magic shit happens because it's always fucking magic.

multidimensional collapses, the universe is folding in on itself blah blah blah.

they need a lamb, a stand-in sacrifice that meets specific requirements for purity of heart or some nonsense. it turns out the third robin fits the bill perfectly for milestones and title achievements. so constantine, zatanna, and a few others raid the kid's childhood bedroom looking for ingredients.

they manage to dig out some first bone (baby teeth), the blood of a beloved 'friend' (stuffing from an old teddy bear), as well as a bunch of other 'technically correct' things that register as acceptable for standards of magic but they need a final thing.

'essence of virgin' would usually just mean blood taken from a person who has never had their blood involved in a magic ritual before. but red robin is friends with lots of magic users and his virgin ritual blood has long been used up.

in which case they would need the blood of another person to serve as a replacement.

the blood of the person he first exchanged essences with.

and the leaguer freezes along with the rest of the room at zatanna's careful phrasing.

constantine is nowhere near as delicate when he clarifies that she means they need the blood of the person the kid first orgasmed with.

exhange of 'essences' and all that.

and the leaguer is already saying his prayers, hoping batman will at least let him explain first.

instead. red robin just lets out a short 'oh!' followed by a 'i think i have his number, hold on let me text him'.

and that's when they find out about red robin's favorite counselor from summer camp.

"you lost your virginity to him?"

nightwing's voice is tensed and there's a line in his body that promises retribution as red robin pulls up old photos of (much too young) himself getting his cheek kissed by some sun-tanned, blond-haired teenager that looked like a future frat boy.

"huh?" red robin replied with confusion, head tilted with so much innocent confusion. "no? constantine said the first one i exchanged essences with? he's just the first person that ever made me cum."

the leaguer nearly guffaws with the frankness and a look around the room reveals that a lot of people are as taken aback by the news.

xxxx

i made a thread earlier today about tim having fucked his summer camp counselors and while writing this it still hadn't left my head 😩😩😩

i couldn't come up with a more in depth ending but i hope this small snippet of how i think it played out was alright!!!!

i LOVED the prompt, the drama, the stress, the want, and then an ultimate reveal!!! it was amazing!!! thank you so much for sending it in!!!! <33333333

[ghostpajamas]

just stumbled onto docterat and contentsmp as whole, is there like a designated place I should start?? is it streamed?? i am confused but intrigued

UMMMM i will not lie to you, the ghostpajamas tried-and-true method is that i receive information in the form of visions (my friend shows me random clips and then i get curious and watch the whole video its from, out of upload order)

so like, there is probably (definitely) a MUCH better way to go about this than how i did loll. this is the natural evolution from when i read the death note manga out of order as a kid.

i think the initial pitch from felt to me was like "clownpierce gets crazy scythe, awesome mode :D! doctor4t from the pretty mods you like made it :)" O_O !!! <- pretty client-side mods enjoyer. it doesnt help that im a sleeper agent fundy fan. so like, the chemicals are working on me fr. and then WHOA MORE LORE THAN I EXPECTED.

also i think felt tried to get me with arathain thoughts beam attack a few days before it kicked in fully (july 18-20. the liminality of that time..) beginning of the end for me.

okay actually i lied THIS was the initial pitch (july 18, late at night) orz i never stood a chance

the file timestamp is for that shipart i posted initally.

i have this image that i made last month about it too ^

ive been Slowly watching rats content smp vods in ORDER which you can find hereee and newer ones on this channel and these r rats csmp vids that i Know of. i do not know things ^_^ i am just brain-microwaved about guy with cool design andhe explode

wait sorry i jsut reread your ask i went insane for those first couple segments huh. anyways links, have fun loll

[lovethoery]

pairing: nonidol!jeno + fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut! please read at your own risk ♡ also just very soft n fluffy for the most part. it gets a little mean at the end but it’s all consensual and discussed before hand!!! promise.

kinks: slight puppy play, mentions of pegging and strap-ons, dominant reader, submissive jeno, mommy kink, vaginal sex, established relationship, no protection (pls b safe!!), dirty talk, fingering, ♡ big dick jeno ♡, breeding (the reader says not to, but i promise they’ve talked it over and it’s actually okay), mention of pussy eating, name calling?, tummy bulging, drooling.

a/n: i have not been able to stop thinking abt subby puppy jeno... he’s just so good... im not a dom, but for jeno (and mark)? i’ll do anything. this is very much self-indulgent. no i’m not sorry.

jeno’s hips can’t help the way they fuck into your hand, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling. it’s just so good, and he hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months.

“and whose fault is that?” you coo, leaning forward to get in the boy’s face. jeno’s ears are a bright pink, chest and neck beginning to adopt the same hue. he gulps, looking down to where your fingers are wrapping around his length, working him up and down.

“m-mine...” he whispers, mouth parting open as his eyes flutter shut.

“unh-unh. eyes on me, mutt,” you order. jeno’s nothing if not obedient, though, and he opens his eyes quickly, whimpering. “do you wanna fuck mommy?” you can’t miss the way jeno’s eyes light up; it’d be impossible to miss it.

he’s pressed up against the headboard of your shared bed, shirt tossed in a corner somewhere. his jeans are unbuttoned and shoved down messily, boxers still confining most of your boyfriend’s cock. jeno looks an absolute wreck, and you can see the way the thought of being inside your pussy causes him to sink deeper into his fucked out state.

raising a hand, you brush the hair out of his face gently, jeno’s tongue brushing past his lips to wet them. your fingers itch to push past those pretty pillows and make him gag, but you figure you’d save it for later.

“yes or no, angel?”

jeno’s mouth opens wider, then closes. he looks around as if you’re baiting him, but then he speaks softly. “yes...”

“yes what, pup?” your eyes bore into his, daring him to look away when you’re practically dangling a bone in his face—something so sweet and savory. a chance he doesn’t get often.

“yes, mommy,” jeno breathes, eyes wide and borderline innocent. borderline only because you know what he’s really like—desperate, needy, trying everything in his power to keep from breaking any rules you may have set forth tonight. “please let me fuck you...”

the boy beneath you is practically vibrating from the prospect of being inside you once again. he hasn’t been allowed to fuck you as of late due to poor... technique.

“mmm...” you hum, straightening your back to sit up, taller than him; looking down on him like the mutt he is. “do you think you can do a good job? surely with how much mommy’s fucked you, you must’ve learned something, right, puppy?”

jeno whimpers, loud and high in his throat, head moving forward to rest his face in your chest. the boy mouths at your shirt, nuzzling into you. you can’t help but bring your hands to card through his hair, petting him gently. jeno is your most precious boy, after all. “oh, puppy... okay, okay... you can fuck mommy.”

moving off of his lap, you begin to pull your clothes from your body, only to be stopped by jeno. “let me, please...” always such a good boy, you think.

jeno’s fingers tremble when he brings them to the drawstring on your shorts, despite how deft and nimble they typically are. it makes you giggle, laying on your back to allow him to pull the shorts from your legs. he moves slowly, almost like he’s still unsure about it all. you coo, reaching for his wrist. you thumb over the protruding bone, reassuring in your gentle movements. he nods in understanding, spreading your your legs wide to play with your pussy, admiring the way it glistens with your essence.

a sigh slips from the both of you when jeno sinks in his middle finger, and you giggle again. jeno’s eyes snap towards you, making sure he’s doing alright before he’s wiggling the digit carefully. his thumb moves to hook onto your clit, drawing gentle circles. he’s working you up, just like you’d taught him to when you first started having sex.

you moan softly, jeno’s middle finger beginning to crook, searching for your g-spot. your back arches when he finds it, toes curling and the boy between your legs can’t help the way his tongue starts to loll out of his mouth, practically salivating at the display before him. he’s never seen something so beautiful in his entire life, and his cock throbs from where it sits half-way out of his underwear. a blurt of pre-cum spills from the tip and you grin lazily.

“and here i thought i was the only one who was wet... but you’re dripping over there, baby,” you breathe. your voice is pitched up just a little, head tilting back. you miss the way jeno’s eyes flutter shut at your words, embarrassment flooding his bones.

“can i add another finger?”

you nod at his question, praising him for being so good, remembering to ask before doing. you’ve taught him so well, how to be the best boy be can be, and jeno beams under it. he takes the permission granted to him and slips his ringer finger in next, scissoring them wide.

a whine falls from your lips, legs spreading wider as you clench around the digits. “fuck, that’s so good,” you moan, eyes moving to lock on jeno’s. you grin again, teeth on display and jeno whimpers, kissing your bent knee. moving your foot, you press it up against jeno’s cock, biting your lip in satisfaction when jeno’s hips jolt.

“hurry up, puppy. get mommy ready for your big cock so you can fuck her nice and good.”

jeno doesn’t need to be told twice, fingers beginning to speed up after adding a third, pumping in and out of you. you moan louder, head falling back against the mattress. the coil in your abdomen tightens, spring loaded and ready to snap when jeno’s thumb speeds up its circles on your bud. your hips buck up, whines falling from your mouth as you get closer and closer, falling from the edge when jeno takes initiative and gives you that fourth finger, cupping your pussy as he stretches you wide and makes you cum.

it’s with soft whines and pretty cries that you cum, back arched taut like a bowstring and jeno thinks he could cum untouched, just from the sight alone. he has, if he remembers correctly. but not right now. right now, jeno needs to be inside you.

without even thinking, jeno’s quick to pull his hands away, shoving his pants and briefs down enough for his cock to fall out, heavy and thick between his legs.

your eyes are hazy as you look up at him, still coming around from your orgasm when jeno shoves his length into you. your eyes widen, mouth falling open as he starts to thrust, eyes watering from the stretch. “f-fuck!” you cry, back arching again. it burns, but you’re too preoccupied with the pleasure that builds behind your belly button again.

four fingers are never enough when it comes to stretching you out, another reason why you prefer to fuck him, and not the other way around. that, and every time jeno gets his cock in you, it goes like this.

the boy between your legs is practically jackhammering into you, hips moving like a piston into you over and over again. his eyes are closed and his tongue hangs from his mouth, drool coating his chin. his eyes open and close, looking down at you. jeno’s so far into his own headspace, there’s nothing in his eyes but desire and a need to breed you.

“j-jen... puppy, you’ve gotta slow d-down—oh, my god...” you try, hand moving to press against his tummy. it’s damp with sweat, tensing over and over from a mix of exertion and undying pleasure. jeno, despite your pleas, shows no sign of slowing. it feels like he begins to move even faster, balls slapping against against you.

the room is filled with the sound of skin against skin, your pussy squelching loudly as it tries to adjust to jeno’s width.

he stops for a moment, moving the two of you around. jeno moves with your legs tossed over his forearms, pulling you closer and up into his lap. with your feet up in the air, you feel a little burn of shame, not used to being manhandled in this way, though you know in the back of your mind you could easily take back control if needed.

jeno seems to only get rougher, pushing back into with a one-track mind. you know that look when he looks at you again. he wants to cum inside you.

“no,” you warn, hand tangling into his hair and pulling roughly.

jeno leans forward with a cry, face burying itself in your chest, knees pressing to your chest. you groan with the stretch in your thighs and waist, but shake it off, pushing it to the back of your head when you feel soft lips pressing against the base of your throat. teeth scrape across your skin, biting down.

with your legs locked up between your bodies, you have no way of pushing jeno away. it’s not that you don’t want him to cum inside, you do. it’s just... he doesn’t deserve it for the way he broke your rules.

“m-mommy!” jeno’s voice is high pitched, breaking on the end as his thrusts slow, but grow rougher. you can feel the slick between your legs, spilling down over your ass and onto the blankets beneath you. “so g-good... wanna breed you...”

your mouth opens when jeno readjusts, cock pressing up against your walls in the best way possible, pressing up against your sweet spot every single time. your toes curl where they’re propped up in the air, your boyfriend’s body preventing you from lowering them. a cramp starts to pull somewhere in your left thigh, and you contemplate telling jeno as much but when he cries out into your chest, you don’t have it in you to stop him.

“you better pull out, mutt!” you warn him, fingers wrapping around broad shoulders and digging into his skin. pretty crescent moon shapes litter his back, deep, red scratching lining his tanned skin.

your words seem to only spur jeno on, hips picking up pace as he becomes focused on only his pleasure.

“stupid dog,” is all you’re able to get out before jeno’s hips are stuttering, cock bottoming out. the tip kisses your cervix, cum painting your walls, and your own body convulses at the feeling. you moan into the air of your bedroom, pulling jeno even closer. your tummy bulges with his cock, and jeno just has to press a clammy hand against it.

jeno stays buried deep inside you for a moment, catching his breath. he’s hiccupping a little as he tries to come back to earth from whatever pleasure-induced cloud he’d been on. your fingers move to bring jeno’s face to yours, lips pressing against one another. jeno’s tongue finds refuge against your own, and you moan into his mouth. it’s sloppy and messy, the total opposite of the jeno everyone else gets to see and it makes you clench around his softening cock.

when he pulls away, you hum, taking in the sight before you. jeno’s eyes are wide, pupils blown as he regards you like you’re the only source of water for miles and he hasn’t had a drop in days. his tongue hangs out of his mouth, panting like a dog, and his chin is covered in drool. your fingers work to clean his face, wiping against the bedsheets once you’ve done your best to work the spit away.

you gasp as jeno’s cock slips free, soft between his legs.

“hi, baby,” you whisper, a grin on your lips as you work him back to you. “can you speak yet?”

jeno swallows, eyes blinking slowly as his mouth works to form words.

“shh... you don’t have to try if you can’t. just nod if you’re feeling good enough to keep going.”

the boy between your legs keens softly, nodding a soft yes. you card your fingers through sweat-dampened hair, cooing gently, trying to show as much affection to the boy as you can before you’re yanking on the strands, growling under your breath.

jeno whines in pain, but you can feel his dick twitching against your ass.

“stupid fucking dog. you can’t listen, can you?” your voice is biting, though you mean no malice. “first, you think of only yourself when i so graciously let you fuck me. remember last time, mutt? remember why mommy hasn’t let you fuck her in months? because you do shit like this.” with another tug, jeno’s groaning, mouth opening again. your free fingers work into his pretty, swollen mouth, pressing down on his tongue. your thumb hooks under his jaw, in the divot behind his chin. forcing his mouth open, you maneuver his head so he’s unable to look anywhere but you. “and then, to make it worse, mommy told you not to cum inside her. but what do you do? you cum inside her like a stupid mutt. do you know what will happen if mommy gets pregnant?”

jeno’s eyes are filling with tears, and for a moment you become worried, but you know jeno’s smart enough to use his safe word. he has before, even when he’s gone so far into his puppy space that he’s gotten nonverbal.

“if mommy gets pregnant with your puppies,” you whisper, bringing him in close. he swallows as best as he can around your fingers. “then mommy can’t fuck you like the stupid bitch you are. and you will never get to come close to my pussy. do you understand me, mutt?”

the boy trapped between your legs nods quickly, drool spilling from around your fingers once more. you hum, digging a heel into jeno’s lower back before releasing him. jeno slumps against your chest once your legs are free as well, and your fingers move from his mouth to pet through his locks again.

“you’re lucky you’re so cute, nono.” your voice is breathy, a soft giggle in it somewhere as jeno rests his chin on your chest, looking up at you with big eyes. “god, i can’t even be mad at you.” you’re pouting down at him, moving to adjust your position. turning around, you rest up against the headboard, legs spread wide. jeno’s cum drips from your fluttering walls, between your cheek, and onto the bed sheet beneath you.

“if you wanna make it up to me, you’ll come over here and use that pretty mouth of yours to make me cum.”

jeno’s eyes light up once more and he’s immediately crawling between your legs, ready to give you the world and then some.