#mariea's fics

[jasontoddsdarling]

18+ | jason and you as (horny) newlyweds in your new house.

(p.s. mostly just an excuse to write about breeding or pregnancy kink—or not really kink, since they're serious. so yeah these two are the content warnings, proceed with caution. 1,2k words.)

jason and you as newlyweds in your new house.

the house is, albeit small, yours. it's pretty with kind of rustic vibes into it.

the most important thing though, is that it has a cute garden in the front. and also a wide enough backyard to hold some very close friends and family dinners.

and, wide enough garden for a toddler to play and run around, too.

see, you are newlyweds. only been married for four months. you two haven't exactly been trying to get pregnant, but you haven't exactly been trying to not to get pregnant—by the lack of birth controls, or even condoms.

you're not in any birth control and neither does he, but when having sex you two always careful on choosing days for him to come inside based on your tracking calendar on days you're not on your fertile window. mostly he doesn't even come inside.

and it's working, as in you haven't get pregnant and everything.

again, both of you are ever so careful despite without contraceptives.

but now, as jason has you bending on the surface of marble kitchen counter—he had said you two need to christen every surface of your new place, your cute ass up and your toes almost leaving the flooring; while he is behind you, his thick cock pounding into the heat of your cunt, his tight balls slapping on your swollen clit, you wish that he doesn't finish on your back or stomach or your mouth wherever you decide you want him to, this time.

you want him to finish inside of you, filling you up. spilling all his warm, thick seeds deep inside of you.

you want it so bad it hurts, you can almost taste it in your mouth.

you know you're currently at the beginning of your fertile window. and you think he knows too, he's keeping track after all.

but you want it, even though you're currently being fucked thoroughly by your husband, you're still aware that you make this possibly life changing decision. and you are ready. you two are. if this making love session, hot and wild in the kitchen is how you (possibly) get pregnant, then so be it.

jason is giving you hard and deep strokes when you suddenly open your mouth.

“honey.”

“yes, love?”

his deep with arousal voice, a tinge of dark rumble, answers you. it makes you tingle all over. he keeps plowing inside.

“i want you to come inside me, this time.”

he slows his fucking, very shallow trust, keeping his cock inside of your warmth.

“are you sure? you're on your fertile window.”

see, your husband knows.

“i know. but i want you to.”

you say, as you gasp when his cock hit the sensitive part inside of you.

“yeah?”

“yeah. i want you to get me pregnant.”

“fuck.”

jason resumes his pacing back to his deep, hard strokes like before.

not like before, actually. it's more intense and purposeful. it's like your request has ignites an unquenchable flame of lust and want in him.

“that's what you want, hm? you want me to give you a baby hm? fuck, that's what i want too, princess.”

“yeah? you want to make me pregnant, jay?”

jason grips your hip are bruising. he sends your upper body back and forth on the cool marble, your soft tits and peaked nipples are getting very sensitive.

you two have never engaged in this kind of dirty talk, but fuck if all of this isn't the hottest thing ever. moreover because both of you know this isn't just some mere dirty talk or for the whole thing to be strictly kink during sex thing. both of you are serious.

“fuck, yeah. been wanting it since the first time you told me i should ditched my condoms.

“i have been waiting for which one of us will break first, princess.”

you give a barely there laugh because he hit your g-spot just now, your toes are curling, making you whine instead.

“i just didn't expect you to be the one to say it first.”

“how did you know it'll go like this?”

“oh, i didn't. not exactly anyway. but if anything, princess, we're alike in this.”

he sends a particularly hard thrust as if to prove his point, and your cunt tightened around his cock.

“fuck. see?”

you nod, have nothing else to say. you can only moan desperately, you're so close now.

“i will come inside of you, love. i will make sure none of my cum leaks out of your cunt. i will give you my baby.”

he says each of the word after a vigorous stroke, clouding your mind and bumping deep inside your walls.

you moan, your eyes teary, your hands barely holding on the surface of the kitchen counter because its so slippery of your sweat and tears.

“can't wait too see you pregnant, your stomach swell. fuck, i know you will look so hot carrying our baby.”

our baby. that has your closed eyes and you seen stars. yes, our baby, you think. you envision a baby daughter—even though you don't mind if the baby's a son obviously—but you really want a little mini-me. jason too, you think, as you remember your old talk when you're dating about him thinking how baby daughter and dad's interactions he's been seeing in real life and in social media platforms are very precious.

you don't realize you're so stimulated that you're sobbing until jason points it out to you. he offers you to come together with him. no, he needs to come together with you.

“you're very close, sweetheart? be patient for me, alright? i'm so close too.”

his strokes are getting desperate, hard and unforgiving.

you look sideway so your cheek is on the cold counter now, not your whole face, and you can only take it and patiently waiting for him to reach his peak while holding yours back—it is not easy at all.

turns out it's not long at all though, because on your thirty seconds count you cry so hard, your vision blurry with tears.your orgasm being stolen from you as the tightening of your walls send jason to his own with his one last violent thrust.

you can feel his warm thick cum shoots inside of your vaginal walls. coating them thoroughly, not one surface is spared by his seeds. jason draps his massive body on your back, your sweat mingling. he waits until his cock stops spurting his cum.

“that's probably the hottest making love session we've in this house.”

he rasps, kissing the side of your sweaty neck.you can only give him a weak laugh. you feel satiated and boneless and you just want him to carry you after this.

“right. who knows the thought of making me pregnant really gets you going like you never were?”

“oh, love, you're about to see more of this.”

“mhmm?” you hum with seductive tone.

“yeah. we're not done yet even for today. we better ordering some foods after this because i know we'll need it. i'm not stopping, love, until i am sure it takes. even after that.”

jason pulls out of you slowly. he gestures you to tighten your thighs so his cum doesn't spill, and then carrying you to you the bedroom. that's where your phones are.

when he drops you on the soft mattress of your king-size bed, he goes to the nightstand on its side, ordering you both some heavy meals—and desserts—take out for you two's dinner.

then he closes his phone, he’s spooning you.

at that point, you already are being lulled by soft and cool bedding.

he kisses your nape and brushing strands of your hair softly.

“get your little nap, you'll need to gain energy, love, if we want to go all night. don't worry, i will wake you up when the foods have arrived.”

mariea's notea: i can't get this prompt out of my head it's been haunting me for days. glad i wrote it down <3

serious not though, BE SAFE if you're actively having sex. don't try anything above at home.

[jasontoddsdarling]

perihelion

— pairing: red hood x female reader

— words: 2,9k

— tags: smut 18+, naked female clothed male, cunnilingus (jason is a pussy eater and i meant it here), size differences*, size kink, rough sex, vaginal sex, belly bulge, overstimulation, creampie, fluff at the end

*❗content warning: repeated (and i meant repeated) descriptions about their size differences, so proceed with caution! it's going to be excessive lol so if it's not your cup of tea you can skip this one :)

"Red." 

She whimpers pathetically, eyes blurry with unshed tears as she looks down at the man situated in between her wide open thighs.

Red Hood's tongue delves into her pussy, eating her out like a man starving. Maybe he is. Because it's been… what? Thirty minutes? And he hasn't stopped. Not even for stretching his massive body or something. Not for one second, even.

His lips keep making out with her cunt. 

She's overly sensitive. 

But by hearing her mewling his name it spurs him on, for he's sucking her clit hard with a low groan.

Her hips shot high. She will probably reach the ceiling of her room if Red Hood's hands on her hips aren't holding her down.

"Red! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!"

She sobs, orgasm wrecking her body like a ship against gigantic waves. Tears falling down her face in rivulets, dampening her soft pink pillowcase.

She can hear Red Hood shuffling now, by the sound of the fabric of her bedding against his clothes.

"You said you want to take my cock whole and not just half to three quarters," he says, voice hoarse, "I should prepare you thoroughly to make that possible. And multiple orgasms seem to prepare your tiny pretty pussy better indeed."

He proves his point by sweeping his fingers around her pussy opening, gathering her arousal.

"Look at this."

He's showing his shiny fingers to her. 

"Look at you gushing for me. All for me, isn't that true, princess?"

"Yes, Red. All for you."

Red Hood smiles, eyes glittering with wickedness and blown wide with lust behind his mask.

Red Hood quickly works, removing his belt and thigh holsters and dragging his trousers and briefs down above his knees.

He positions his leaking fat cock on her entrance, moving it up and down that at some point the angry red tip catches inside her.

She jerks at that, letting out a gasp. Her body always seems to forget how big he is compared to her.

Red Hood doesn't seem to notice because now he's placing his cock on her entire mound, his tip rests right above her navel. She shudders at the image both of them create. 

He is so massive. It should make her feel wary or something, she thinks, but she just feels that she's being taken care of and protected by this masked vigilante. A man that's capable of eradicating crime without mercy in Gotham streets is also able to worship her body and make her feel safe whenever she's with him, making her feel so wanted.

See, her thoughts have wandered into deeper territory she doesn't wish to visit—at least not right now anyway, when the man above her is about to be balls deep inside of her.

She directs her mind to the present.

Red Hood rubs his cock on her pussy, slathering the underside with her arousal from the orgasms he has drawn from her. 

"I'm not doing my job well if you're able to leave me alone and busy with your thoughts."

"Huh?"

She doesn't think Red Hood realizes that, she's pretty sure she was just lost in her mind for some milliseconds.

Red Hood removes himself from the top of her. She is about to protest but he swiftly sits on his haunches and pumps his cock with his precum and the wet underside of his cock from her arousal, slathering the moistures all over his cock.

Before knowing it, he has positioned himself back above her body.

She knows if hypothetically there's a mirror on her ceiling, she's only able to see his broad shoulders and toned body on the reflection—maybe her thighs if she opened them wide but that's it—because this massive man just simply covers her smaller torso with his. And she likes it more than she ever should.

Red Hood eases his tip inside of her and she feels the relief of having a part of him in her.

She closes her eyes as he keeps feeding her pussy with his cock. 

She can feel the slight pleasant ache that indicates he's working himself deep inside of her. He's probably almost all in now, she thinks.

But when she opens her eyes he's only about halfway inside.

Red Hood's expression indicates that he's holding back, pleasure written all over his face. 

But he is nothing if not relentless, keep pushing hips and drawing back, trying to ease the process. He keeps stuffing her with the rest of his cock centimeter by centimeter.

When he's like four fifths inside her, he groans her name.

"Princess. You're–" he groans, "you're always so tight. But I think this is the tightest you've ever been." 

She preens at his dirty talk. 

"It's you that is so big, Red. Why are you so big, so so big."

Tears gathered in her eyes at the sensation of his fat cock almost fully nestled inside of her. She has never felt like this, so full and whole. And he hasn't even all the way in.

And it's true. He's very considerable, and definitely the biggest one she has ever taken. The first time they're doing this—it was two months after he was wounded in her fire escape and kept visiting her weekly since then, just hanging out and mindlessly talking with her after his patrol—Red Hood was only able to put one third of his cock inside of her because he was afraid he was going to break her, even though she was begging him to just put the rest of it inside. Afterwards he was making it up to her by eating her out until she couldn't feel her thighs because of how he was holding her down so she couldn't squirm away from his ministrations.

Red Hood growls in her ear, cupping her tit and harshly playing with her nipple.

"You're flattering me so much, my sun."

My sun. Her nickname from him after learning the meaning of her name. It makes her feel buzzing that has nothing to do with him currently working his cock to be buried deep inside of her body.

Red Hood swaps his fingers with his hot mouth, his teeth pulling at her peaked brown nipple. 

"Ah!"

Red Hood puts his forehead on hers.

His minty breath fanning her hair as he stuffs the rest of his cock while also keeps distracting her from the stretch by circling her areola with her tongue and sucking on her nipple and globe of tit—leaving hickeys, switching between right to left.

Until he accomplishes the thing that she has wanted since the first time they slept together: the entirety of his fat cock inside of her pussy.

"Redredredredoh."

She feels intense stretch and pleasure she has never felt before, feeling his cock stretch her and the length of it reach a part inside her no one has ever been able to go. 

She feels so incredibly full.

"That's it. It's all in. You take all of my cock. Your tiny cunt is able to swallow all of me."

Red Hood kisses the rivulets that sliding down her cheek away, licking them clean.

She squeezes her inner muscles at the praises and the gesture and he groans, deep rumbles of sound from his chest.

She can feel every ridge of his cock, his veins rubbing deliciously against her walls. 

She has to bite her lips to contain her mewls.

"We're a tight fit. You're so good for me, so perfect."

She moans at his praises. 

Curious, she looks down at the part where they're joined.

A tiny gasp leaves her at the sight. 

Her lower stomach has a bulge from his cock residing inside.

Red Hood touches the indentation on her lower stomach, pressing on where his cock is nestled deep in her. 

"Look where I am inside of you."

He says as he keeps the pressure on her skin.

"You're–you're so deep."

She breathes out, seeing the proof of how different their bodies are—how big, how massive he is compared to her regular size, sending minds into so many directions.

He caresses the bump with his hand like it's the first time he has ever witnessed this. 

"It's the first time I have ever left something like this."

He says as if he knows what she's thinking about. 

"You're so beautiful like this."

She whimpers, her blown wide dark brown eyes seeing his beautiful rugged face above her. Even though he's always with his mask, his beauty has never been able to be obscured by it.

Red Hood kisses her deep, his mask digging on her face. His arms beside her head are strained, holding his body from crushing her smaller one.

His kiss is bruising, his teeth scraping against her upper and lower lips equally. He swipes his tongue, demanding an entrance to her mouth that she immediately grants. His tongue swipes hers, their saliva strings connected and messy between their lips.

Red Hood starts to move his hips, drawing his cock in and out of her in an experimental thrust, his fingers rubbing on her engorged clit. She lets out a pleasurable sigh.

Seeing her body has adjusted to the feel of his entire length intruding her slick walls, he repeats the motion much quicker and she screams at how her throbbing pussy being speared over and over again by his thick cock, always managed to be balls deep and bottoming out inside of her tight cunt everytime.

Her hand tugs on the silky strands of his dark hair.

"You're created for me, made for taking my cock nice and whole."

Red Hood says each word in between each of his deep thrusts. He grunts on her ears, the sounds making her cunt gushing. 

Her eyes roll to the back of her head by the carnal pleasure of his heavy thrusts and his dirty praises. 

She sobs on his shoulder, long black hair wildly fanning on her soft pink pillow and her bed.

But instead of telling him to slow down, she tells him, "Harder, please. Give your all."

Red Hood always obliges her, she doesn't have to ask him twice. That's what he wants as well, but he wanted to build up the pleasure. But her asking him to do so without his initiative, it just spurs him on.

He plows her cunt roughly, the drags of his thick cock and its ridges sets her nerves on fire. She accepts the pleasure borderline on oversensitivity gladly. She takes them all like a champ. Partly because it's a hassle to thrust up her hips against his powerful one but also because she wants this, badly. 

Beads of his sweats rolling down his cheeks, dropping on his light stubble and dropping on her tits. He swipes it away, fondling her tits and squeezing them. He pinches the erect peak and then closes his mouth on one of them, biting it hard. She cries, an orgasm tearing out of her by him, again for the nth time tonight.

"Red, you're so big, so deep. So deep." 

She babbles the only words she can only think of at this time. 

Her mind is completely blank with the way his cock keeps making space inside of her deeper and deeper as if it's still possible. 

"So big, oh God. Big. So thick… my tiny cunt." 

She looks like she's delirious with the height he brings her, the words that will make her hide her face with her hands if she ever remembers she ever speaks of them. 

His chest rumbles at her mindless dirty praises to him, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head, his sacks drawn tighter, preparing to blow his massive loads. 

If she keeps praising him like this with the cute and ethereal blissed out face of hers, messy but glowing black hair tangling on his fingers, and glistening skin of hers, he isn't sure he's able to hold on longer. He has been holding his orgasm since he was eating her out hours ago.

"Where do you want me, angel?"

Red Hood asks, grunting and panting above her. 

"Inside, please. Please cum inside of me, Red."

Red Hood growls at her consent and then draws his hips for the last time sending a deep, deep harsh thrust—that will send her head knocking against her headboard if he isn't currently clutching her hips to the point of bruising—until he's fully sheathed and bottoming out inside of her, the deepest he has been tonight, both of them sure—then losing himself in the height of his powerful climax.

A bodily shudder goes through her, her teary screams of pleasure are sure audible for her nearest neighbors.

Red Hood chants her name as his hot, thick white cum flows inside of her cunt, flooding her insides.

It's so much, too much. 

The streams of his hot cum is somehow a relief but also making her oversensitive. She doesn't think anyone is able to give that much of cum in one climax, but she thinks—as her mind cleared by her most powerful peak tonight—he must have been holding his orgasm since he ate her out hours ago. 

God knows if she were in his place—giving him blowjob multiple times until he climaxes—she wouldn't be able to hold hers and would probably orgasm alongside him with his cock deep in her throat. She shudders at her imaginative thought, not entirely against it—but Red Hood sure is, he likes the act of giving more than receiving.

She squirms because he hasn't stopped pumping his seed inside of her—balls still half drawn tight—but he shushes her and flicks her clit to calm her down from oversensitivity. 

She's just there, lying blissfully where the broad shouldered man above her cooing at her and praising her for doing so good for him and but she's in between wakefulness and sleep. She feels it when his cock sends the last spurts of his cum inside of her, but he doesn't move until he has softened in her, then carefully pulled out of her.

Red Hood is lying down beside her, hasn't drawn his pants and briefs up. 

He can feel the heavy stare of eyes in between her thighs, so she looks down on her body too.

Their combined fluids are a sticky white mess between her thighs, the blob of it peeking out from between her folds—not to mention the rest of his massive load inside of her cunt that probably will dribble down if she is as much as sitting down, she can't imagine if she tries to stand or walk, if she's able to in the first place, which she thinks she doesn't. 

The man beside her has wrecked her pussy with his cock and taken her ability to stand for at least until this morning, the feeling of it will definitely last for a week though.

As if senses that she needs to clean up but can't, he stands, drawing his pants and briefs up without zipping the former—probably for easy clean up—and walking to her bathroom. He's there for two minutes—she checks her bedside clock—and then comes back with his pants zipped up, hair much tidier, and a wet, warm soft towel on his hand.

He sits on the edge of the bed, cleaning the stickiness on her thighs and the white blob of cum that peeking out from her labia—the latter carefully because he knows she is overstimulated after everything—and then goes back to the bathroom to deposit it in her basket of dirty clothes.

When he's back again, she's slightly moving her body up—still laying down, though—holding her stuffed animal in her naked form in between the shallow valley of her tits, the sight making him smile. He sits at the side of the bed, drawing her blanket up until it covers her navel. 

He reaches for a bottle of water she has on her nightstand. Opening the cap, he offers it to her and because her head is only leveled up by her pillows at the back of her head and neck, some of it spills down her torso and slightly dampened her stuffie. 

"Pengu!"

"Pengu is okay, she's a penguin."

He retorts before drinking the rest of the water. 

She gives him her playful stink eyes, but says nothing and tries to rub the water with her blanket, even though it's obvious has been absorbed by the material of her stuffed animal.

She is still drying Pengu, so it surprises him when she asks, "Are you going to go, soon?"

"Do you want me to?"

He usually goes right after cleaning up, no hard feelings and anything.

But something is different in the air today, and he doesn't want to examine it further, but he knows he wants to stay here at least for some more hours.

"No."

She still hasn't looked at him, holding Pengu to her chest, so he pinches her chin up and kisses her.

"Okay, I will stay. Maybe until you sleep?"

She nods at him, her little smile is everything to him.

He lies down beside her, heads on the stack of her fluffy soft pink pillows that smells so her—peony and lychee scented perfume she wears—clothes intact and all, just without his belt and holster that are lying on her bedroom floor, but that's his problem for later. 

For now, he caresses her hair and holds his head close to his chest until she falls asleep.

mariea's notes: wow, you made it here! technically, this fic is crossposted from my ao3 account, i wrote it in september 2023. slightly modified. and i mind slight. you can head to my account (link on my pinned) if you're curious about the change i made lol. anyway thanks for reading <3

[jasontoddsdarling]

can we fuck in the bathroom?

— pairing: jason todd x female reader

— words: 1,1k

— tags: smut, bathroom sex, oral sex (male receiving), doggy style, rough sex, creampie

— summary: You suggest Jason something you both have never done. The title speaks for itself.

"Jason.”

“Yes, beloved?” Jason answers you, but he is immersed in his evening read, a literary fiction title you recommended him last month. 

“Can we fuck in the bathroom?"

Jason drops the book he's reading, all of his attention to you. "What?"

You pout. "Can a girl not suggest her husband to fuck her in the bathroom?" 

"No, princess. I mean of course you can. Just why are you so suddenly… suggesting it?"

"Nothing. I just want us to do it. We have never done it there!"

"Oh right...." 

Jason begins to have his pondering look.

That's all he says. For thirty seconds long, you count.

You're getting kind of flustered—you brave yourself up, bringing it up to him about an unusual place (for the two of you at least) to have sex outside of the bedroom, but you chalk it up with bored expression. And impatient. It's evening already, for God's sake. Ended up fucking in the bathroom or not, you're going to have to shower anyway.

"If you don't want to, I will have to shower alone.” You walk away. “I might play with myself, though." 

"Don't you dare, princess." Jason growls.

You giggle inside. That last line's merely you being a tease, but Jason's actually taking your bait. You're getting the reaction out of him.

"Then come and get me." 

You walk away to the direction of you two's bedroom—where your bathroom is located, but not without sending him a sultry gaze.

That's how you end up like this. 

Knees on the cold tiles on the bathroom floor, your pretty lips around his cock. His hand is on the back of your head holding your wavy raven black hair into a makeshift ponytail. 

You try to suppress your gag reflex, sucking him as much as you can. He's not small or average by any means. His cock is hot and hard with considerable girth and length that's not a match for your small mouth.

But you manage to suck three fourths of him in. He hit the back of your throat. You can feel your tears on your waterline, sliding down your cheeks.

"That's it. Fuck. Just like that, princess."

He reaches with his other hand to caress your face and swipe your fallen tears.

You know he's about to cum when his breath is very labored.

You start to service him more eagerly, not trying to suck him as much as you can anymore but more about the speed and intensity of your sucking. His length that cannot fit inside your mouth is getting stroked with your hands, which you need both of them to accommodate his girth.

"Fuck. Fucking hell, princess."

He immediately removes his hand on your hair and his cock from inside your warm mouth. 

You pout, confused, but then he holds you by your upper arms to get you up.

He spins you around, facing yourself with your bathtub. His hands push your back to bend down on the bathtub lip, your cute ass up. You can feel the heat of his length on your puffy pussy lips.

Jason doesn't even need to wet it anymore with your slick because you already did a great job with your lips and mouth. When you turn your head around, he holds his cock with his hand—his other's tight on your waist. He motions you to turn your head and not facing him.

Jason shoves his cock inside your cunt.

You gasp at the intrusion and the delicious stretch. 

Jason groans behind you. 

He plows you like there's no tomorrow, dragging you back and forth with his hand, making a rhythm with the thrust of his cock. His pelvis claps with your ass and the back of your thighs, his full and drawn tight balls hitting your clit. 

You can only take it all like a good girl because his grip on your waist is strong, you don't even want to attempt to fuck yourself back on his cock.

"You feel so damn good, princess. So tight and sucking me crazy, fuck."

You moan at his praise. 

He feels so damn good too. Too good in fact. His massive cock hitting all the right spots on the walls of your cunt. You feel like you're closer and closer to your orgasm, and he hasn't yet touched your clit with the rough pads of his fingers that's always finished you into the big O.

When he hits your G-Spot, you let out your whiniest mixture of moan and scream you've ever known. 

"Right there, yeah, princess?" 

You can only nod weakly.

Jason draps his weight on you, the front of his massive body with all of his strong and defined abdominal muscles glory against your back. His hands are on your tits, encompassing your entire—what he dubbed to you as—perfect sized tits under his palm, your peaked nipples in between his middle and ring fingers.

He fastens the pace of his fucking. It's now all rough and filthy. Your moan reverberates in the bathroom, his groan alongside it.

Before you know it, stars explode behind your eyelids. You can hear someone's scream, but you don't know whose. You feel like you're floating on the soft cloud that brings you up and up and up to the far skies. Everything is muted and static noise in your head. 

It's few seconds later after the fog in your head has dissipated a bit that you realize that: 1) you've had your orgasm, 2) that scream was yours because you orgasmed—vaginal orgasm, without any stimulation on your clit, and 3) Jason's still fucking you amidst your high.

"That's so hot, princess."

Jason chuckles between his fucking. You feel a bit overstimulated but it's not something that you cannot handle. Especially after hearing the hitch on Jason's breath. 

He's very very close.

You tighten your vaginal muscles voluntarily. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're a minx, aren't you?" Jason chuckles tantalizingly. 

You know he loves it, because the next second he roughly plows into the heat of your cunt. His arms strongly wrapped under your tits like his last lifeline that tethered him to you. "Take it. Take it all, princess."

You moan wantonly when he's coming inside of you. His warm thick cum paints your vaginal walls and it makes you feel dizzy. Your puffy tight cunt flutters around his girth, trying to keep it all inside. 

Jason, slowly coming back from his high, is nuzzling your neck and peppering kisses on it and your jaw. He's still inside of you, looking at how he stuffs you to the brim and opens your puffy lips apart to reveal how tight you are gripping him. 

"I think we should do this more often, don't you think, pretty girl? Also, we're not done yet."

mariea's note: i need him in my mouth so bad i had to write this ☹️

[jasontoddsdarling]

snow angels

— casts: jason todd x reader, aurora todd (my kid oc)

— words: 1,515

— tags: fluff, winter, family fic, family fluff, kid fic

— summary: It's Aurora Todd first winter and you two decide she should experience the ultimate first time under the snow: building some snowmen and one or two castles. And apparently also snow angels along the way.

Heavy snowfall from yesterday—that kept everyone inside the house all day long—resulted in a thick layer of snow in the backyard. You, Jason, and your fourteen months old daughter, Aurora, included. You two even built her a blanket fortress from the pile of her soft baby blankets. She was very fond of it.

Today, Jason and you decide to bring her outside. 

It's her first winter, thus the first time she will experience the snowfall that blanketed the city like icing sugar dusted on a beignet.

Earlier, Jason had shoveled the snow that piled up in front of the front and back door. Thankfully, it wasn't blocking the doors that bad or else you'd feel bad about not helping him—even though he had insisted on doing it himself because she was cranky waking up and you'd have to feed her.

Now, though, your daughter is so awake and definitely not cranky anymore.

Jason has put his shovel back to the garage and changed his clothes to newer one—he had managed to sweat and drenched his sweater, and he's currently sporting a new sweater that matches the ones that you and your daughter wear.

“Papa.”

You put Aurora on her colorful foam puzzle mat. Jason, who is just getting out of your bedroom, smiling when he spots her.

“Who's going to play with snow today?”

Jason sits down on the edge of the mat and he beckons his daughter to his lap.

Aurora enthusiastically walks toward him—with her brand new baby boots that you just put on her, a big smile with her four small teeth showing.

“Nou.”

She perches her little legs on one of his thighs. You gasp and cannot help but grin. Did she just say a new word just now? Nou. Snow.

Jason beams. You can see his eyes shine with proudness.

“Yeah, snow. Snow! You, Mama, and Papa will go outside and we can build some snow castles and snowmen. Now, you need to wear these warm mittens first, okay?”

You observe the two loves of your life while packing a little thermos of jasmine tea to drink outside. These two always without fail put a smile on your face.

And oh, Jason is wearing gloves with the same color theme too because, of course, he would not want to be excluded in the matching outfits shenanigans of you and your daughter. We've to match as a cute little family, Jason had said so almost a year ago—after for the third time you and Aurora had matching outfits and he was being excluded; which in your defense, most husbands don't really care about matching outfits with their baby daughter, but you learnt it wasn't the case with Jason.

Jason tugs Aurora's mittens to make sure it's right before holding her in his arms and standing up, walking towards you who stands beside the dining table.

“Come on, Mama.” He squishes his cheek on Aurora's, whispering to pretend as if it's your daughter who’s saying that.

Aurora giggles. “Mama, mama.”

You bend down a little to kiss her rosy cheeks—and Jason steals a kiss from you when you stand straight after that—and the three of you are ready to mess with snow.

Jason has finished building one snow castle just now. It's a cool snow castle, in your opinion—considering he's only using some plastic snow toys for kids that you got for Aurora.

The kid in question sits on your lap, and is currently playing with the scallop shell plastic mold and making her nth crooked shell shaped snows with so much interest, completely oblivious to what her dad has been doing.

“Rora, look!” You pat her tiny leg gently. “Look. Papa has built you a little snow castle!”

You point your finger at the 1 meter tall snow figure. When Aurora looks up from her stuff, her eyes brighten and she moves her arms and legs excitedly, wiggling and trying to stand up from your lap.

You help her stand on her own little feet, her tiny boots scrunch the snow.

“Papa. Nou.”

Jason—who just put a twig on the center of the castle as a fake flag—grins. He waved his hands, beckoning her to walk towards him and the snow castle.

“Papa, papa.”

Aurora walks giddily.

You walk at a snail's pace to ensure that she steps safely, because you know sometimes babies and toddlers can be quite clumsy, and your daughter is no exception.

Aurora is two meters before landing herself in his dad's arm when, instead, she's landing backwards on a pile of fluffy snow with a very dull thud.

“Rora!”

Jason and you immediately shout at the same time and in less than two seconds both of you are in front of her.

Aurora is silent for a second, that you are almost panicking, but then she bursts into a fit of giggles. She moves her arms and legs in ups and downs motion, unknowingly making herself a snow angel.

“Mama, Papa.”

Aurora waves her mittens clad tiny hands. She wants you two to do what she's doing.

“Well, I guess we're making snow angels too.” 

“I know. I am just glad she isn't crying.”

You release your breath you know you were holding.

You lie down beside your daughter on one side and Jason on her other side and you two proceed to make your own snow angels.

After it is quite deep, Jason gets up from where he's lying down and takes some photos of you and Aurora with his phone and instant camera he hides inside his deep coat pockets.

“One, two, three. Smile!”

And so, the next ten minutes, Jason takes a lot of photos of you and Aurora in front of the snow castle.

“These are so cute.”

It's 8:30 pm. You and Jason just put Aurora to sleep in her room, you're lying on bed with your head propped on a pillow and Jason's shoulder.

You scroll on Jason's gallery, currently landing on the selfie of you, Jason, and little Aurora in front of the snow castle and the two snowmen on each side of the castle—snowmen that later the three of you built after snow angels' antics. The snowmen are guards, Jason had said.

Jason's shuffling and looking at the printed photos he (and you) took with the instant camera, while occasionally brushing your raven black hair that fans the pillow.

“Lovely snow angels.” Jason mutters.

You laugh. You immediately scroll towards one picture of the three of you as snow angels. “Yeah, that one was cute too. It's fortunate that you brought your tripod outside so we could take a photo with the three of us as snow angels.”

“I meant this.”

Jason shows you one printed photo from the instant camera.

“Oh.”

It is a photo of you and Aurora as snow angels, the sunlight reflecting on the snow and bouncing a very faint light on your smiling faces.

“That’s…” You almost can't say a thing. “So beautiful.”

“I know.”

“You're very talented, Jason.” You look up and give him a soft smile.

“It's not as much talent as what's the subject of the photography.”

“Hey.” You can't help but chide him.

“It's true.”

“It's not.”

“It is.” Jason says with a finality. He puts all—the photos except the one on your hand—on the nightstand beside him.

“Both of you are just the loveliest snow angels. My literal angels.”

“Oh, Jason…”

“My only angels. You and Aurora.”

That's it.

You drag his face towards you with one of your hands behind his neck. You kiss him deeply and slowly. You can feel his pulse beneath your fingers and run your hand up and down his nape.

Jason shudders and he kisses you deeper, if it's possible, and you let out a small moan.

Jason shudders and he kisses you deeper, if it's possible, and you let out a small moan.

At last, you separate your faces from each other to inhale some air.

“Jason, I love you so much.” You caress his jawline, looking at his perfect shade of viridian eyes.

“I love you more.” He looks at you as fondly. Sometimes it's hard to breathe everytime he does that.

“I love you more and more.”

“I love you–”

And that's where you two hear a cry from Aurora's room. She's awake.

“I think trying to tell us she's agreed that I love you more.” Jason snickers.

You huff, moving your body to get up from the bed. “She's trying to tell us she wants to co-sleep with us again tonight.”

“That's fair too. Still, I love you more and more and more, though.”

“It’s me, actually, but I will let you win.”

You almost land your feet on the floor when Jason immediately stands up.

“Let me get her or I love you more and more and more.”

You can't believe your husband's antics but you smile ear to ear nonetheless.

“Fair. Go get her, Papabear.”

“On it, Mamabear.”

Jason shouts I love you more and more and more when he's in another room with Aurora's “Papa” accompanying it.

mariea's note: guess who decide to go all in and repost the fic from my ao3 here? anyway here's the og appearance of my jason todd's kid oc aurora "rora" todd 🤍

[jasontoddsdarling]

barbecue day (feat damian)

— aurora todd verse

"Well it's not."

"It is, Todd. I know it's kind of hard for you to understand, but it is."

"It's not—"

She is in the kitchen, cutting some condiments for some sambal to go along with chicken thighs and tomahawk steaks that Jason is currently roasted over portable grills in backyard.

But he's apparently bickering with Damian—who is visiting from his university's summer break, who's helping here and there but mostly supervising Aurora, which she has provided with entertainment in the form of her inflatable pool and her baby toys.

The thing is, they've been bickering for like ten minutes straight. She's pretty sure their closest neighbor know what they are arguing about already—meanwhile she only caught something about latest episode of some sci-fi show and latest video game update because she was chopping garlic with her new chopper and it drown their voices for her.

She needs to make sure that they get along.

And oh, how she has an idea.

As she wash her hands, she can hear them becoming more louder.

When she is finally opened the kitchen door towards the backyard, she finds out Jason's making gesture with his free hand and his other gripping kitchen tongs and Damian, which is inside Rora's inflatable balloon, making gestures with his hands holding some of her baby girl's toys.

If this isn't comical.

She clears her throat.

"Jay."

Jason instantly stops talking and Damian too—but not without drawing out his last syllables.

Damian immediately sits down on inside the pool.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

Jason is back facing the grill, flipping some of the chicken thighs. You want to roll your eyes in affection.

"I need you and Damian to buy me some Thai chili and lemongrass."

"I thought we already have all the ingredients."

"Well, we actually were underestimating the need of several sambals."

Jason basically can't say no to her request, so he just drops the kitchen tongs and cleans his hands on the nearby outdoor faucet. Then, he picks up Rora from inside the pool.

Damian gets up, eyeing the grill—probably about to take over Jason's work. But she claps her hand seemingly to surprise her brother-in-law.

"Damian, why don't you go with Jay and Rora? I can handle the grill."

"How much she said she needs the lemongrass again?"

Damian asks when they're at the last traffic light before the grocery store. He's the one driving. Jason's shotgunning and Rora is on her baby chair on the backseat.

"Five stalks, but she also said just pick one plastic wrap building."

"And—"

"Ten ounces."

"Ons!"

Rora mimics, which surprised Damian.

"Thank you, Rora."

When it's green, he starts talking again—while Jason is currently turning to face Rora, giving her grubby little hands her a baby biscuit.

"I cannot believe she's your spawn, Todd."

"Me neither."

Jason looks ahead—back to the street in front of them afterwards, but Damian can see from the corner of his eye that he sports a fondly smile because they're talking about his niece.

"I actually think she acts more like her mom and the biggest evidence that she's yours is because she literally have your eye color, which is improbable for it to come from her mom's genetics because her eyes are dark and her heritage; but now I can see that she behaves like you, too."

Jason definitely isn't prepared to hear his little brother saying all of that, but he turns his head to the

"Really?"

"Yup. Believe me or not, before we were bickering—which I am sure why your wife sent us away, if you haven't noticed yet—I was inspecting how you and Rora interacts."

"Of course you did."

Damian dismisses his older brother.

"And from that, I can see that she's your mini you. I mean, she's obviously her mom's mini me, but it's not without you."

"That's genuinely the nicest thing you said to me today, little brother, and I appreciate that."

The twenty-one years old man shrugs.

"Don't thank me. I was just saying facts. Anyway, we're here."

Damian stops the engine and opens his car door. He goes to the backseat door to release and hoist Rora from her seat.

Jason definitely can see his smile before opening his own door, though.

"What's this sambal called again?"

Damian points his fork at the chopped herbs and Thai chili bowl of sambal.

They already finished cooking and are sitting together in a round backyard dinner table.

"Matah. M-a-t-a-h."

"Matah," Damian nods, "it's so fresh and fragrant from the kaffir lime leaves and the lemongrass. I like it. It's unlike anything I have ever tried."

"We can put it in a jar if you want to have some when you're going back to to uni, right, Jay?"

"Of course. You should send him your recipe too, so if he runs out he can make it himself. It's quite easy to make."

"Thank you."

Damian smiles gratefully at her and Jason. She almost cannot believe these two were bickering like teenage boys awhile ago. That's just what being siblings like, she guesses.

"Easy! Uncy!" Rora giggles. She's perches on her baby high chair beside her mom and face to face with Damian. Her little fingers holding a piece of cucumber that she's chewing.

(She is pleased she picks up "uncle" when she's talking to Damian)

"Thank you, little Rora."

mariea's notes: another writing out of aurora todd universe. randomly, "cannot believe she's your spawn" line came into my mind and then the rest is history. i know this series(?) don't have much readers compared to my regular fluff or especially regular smut (lol) but i really love exploring the dynamics of this family throughout my writings. also, trying the third person now. probably going to stick to this. as always you can drop a request (any) or a question and thanks for reading <3

[jasontoddsdarling]

pins and needles

— pairing: jason todd x female reader

— words: 2,1k words

— tags: 18+ (no minor!), established relationship, smut, woman on top, semi public sex, size difference, creampie, praise kink, fluff

— summary: Your legs are numb. Jason helps to relieve it, not in the way that you imagined.

Weekly game nights at one of their apartments is always fun, but also left almost all of them exhausted afterwards.

Especially with your friends almost tearing each other's throats by how competitive they're (your boyfriend, Jason, is included).

Now, the entire apartment is silent.

You look from where you are sitting—on your boyfriend's lap, on your big sofa, you are facing Jason, head on his broad shoulder—to the way your friends are sprawled on every surface of your apartment, either sleeping or half asleep.

Dick is sprawled on the carpet near the kitchen threshold—his hand holding an empty cup, Cass occupies a large bean bag—your favorite—and her eyes are closed, Roy and Jade sit against one wall—their heads on each other, Barbara is out in your fire escape—talking to someone on the phone and has been for almost thirty minutes.

You are shifting in Jason's lap, feeling 'pins and needles' on your legs. You've been sitting on his lap for more than an hour now, since the game ended. He grunts and stills you, his hand grips your waist.

"Stop."

Jason whispers in your ear.

"Why? I can't feel my legs. Pins and needles." You protest.

"You'll make me hard if you keep doing that." He nips your earlobe.

"Oh. Right," you say, your cheeks feel hot, "but will you let me sit beside you?"

"Nuh uh," His other hand joins on your waist, his fingers of both hands meet each others and overlap, circling your waist. "Not a chance."

Jason is on clingy mode. You sigh.

"But, pins and needles, Jason. It's annoying. Let me move my legs."

Jason doesn't answer, instead he envelopes one of the throw blankets that you have to your back and each of the edges of it on his lap—looping it to make a barrier.

Then, one of Jason's hands moves from your waist to the hem of your short skirt, teasing the front of your cotton panties.

"Jason…" You whisper, chiding him, scandalized by his behavior.

"Shush," he says quietly, his breath fanning your pitch black hair on the side of your face. "You said you are experiencing pins and needles."

"Yes. That's why you have to help me by letting me move from your lap. Not whatever you're planning right now."

"As I said, not a chance. And I'm helping you." He moves your panties to the side, teasing your slit with one of his fingers.

"Ah!" You can't hold back your moan, surprised by his total bravery. You just hope your friends don't think much about it—Jason is known for teasing you.

You've been dating him for two years—friends for longer—but it's the first time he's doing this kind of thing.

"Jason, our friends are literally just a few feet around us!"

You face him now, your dark brown eyes—squinting, trying to appear angry—meet his mischievous deep blue ones.

"That's why you have to be quiet, princess."

Jason looks at your face with his hooded eyes as he pumps his finger fully now. "And that's why I put a blanket for us. You're already wet when I move your panties and touch your cunt. Does my girl feel turned on just because she's sitting on my lap?" He murmurs hotly.

Your core tightens on his finger by the way he speaks to you. You put your chin on his shoulder, trying to hide your face on his neck.

Jason realizes the way your core tries to suck his finger and chuckles. "You are." He kisses the side of your neck.

He adds second fingers, two of them spearing your cunt, low squelching sounds can be heard by the two of you. You suppress a moan by the stretch his thick and long fingers provide. You feel wetter by the second, wanting him to fill the emptiness inside of you.

You shift your hip, giving him a signal that you need more.

Jason wordlessly obeys you, adding another finger. You cannot hold back a moan and bite his shoulder, your saliva wetting his soft t-shirt.

Jason grunts when he feels your teeth on his skin. He keeps pumping your core, occasionally stroking your slit to your swollen clit.

You feel the adrenaline rush by the thing that you do—or what Jason does to you—right now, your cunt gushes more arousal that coats the inner of your thighs, as if assisting your boyfriend.

The thrill of getting caught is something else.

Jason's fingers hit a spot that makes you see stars, and you bite his skin harder, tears on the edges of your eyes. You kick your half numb legs to the back pillow of the sofa.

He repeats the motions until you're panting on his shoulder, silent tears rolling down to his t-shirt.

Jason moves your thighs wider and fucks you with his fingers without abandon, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly and then your peak is wrecking you. You wordlessly scream. The intensity of it steals your breath, you sob on his neck, your tears mingling with his sweat.

Jason lets you come back down from your high, cooing you with sweet nothings, his hand combing through your hair that fans wildly on your face and his neck.

After you stop shaking, he moves you a bit near his knees, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers altogether. His thick and long cock springs free from the tight confine of his clothes. It stands in between his body and yours, tip ruddy and angry, precum drips from it. The underside of his cock with all of his thick veins is teasing your core.

He grabs the back of your thighs, his underside to your cunt, moving you up and down, slathering your come into his cock.

You watch the scene in between you, eyes move to his upper body, transfixed by how Jason's thick muscly arms flex under his t-shirt.

Oh how you wished so badly he's shirtless, but you've to feel suffice with this for now, because your friends are around you—even though all of them are sleeping now and Babs is still on the phone.

Jason stops his movement, one of his hands stilling you on your hip, the other is pumping his cock with the assistance of his precum and your wet arousal.He helps you to stand on your knees—your legs still feel those prickly sensation—and moves your panties to the side, position your cunt above his cock. Your fingers grip his shoulders.

Jason holds his cock on its root to steady it, teasing your opening with the broad tip. He finally slips it inside—after you grip your nails hard on his skin, his tip is inside of you.

You're still on your knees, but Jason moves you little by little so your cunt swallows his cock inch by inch.

The stretch, you can feel the delicious stretch. No matter how many times you've done it with him, his size always makes you feel it.

He's only halfway through when you whine, feeling so full already. You're half in your knees, almost to your original position on his lap.

"Jason…" You mewl, your teary dark brown eyes looking at him.

"I know, princess, I know. You can take it. Just a bit more. You can take it all, I know you can." He grunts softly, cooing his fingers catching your tears.

Jason holds your waist again and makes you swallow his cock for another inch, praising how good you are in your ear.

Before knowing it, he's bottoming out inside of you, his pubic bone on your core, his balls under your butt.

You feel so full, so full with him it's dizzy. You can feel him twitch inside you, his thick veins massaging your walls.

His cock inside you is a tight fit, it's like you're specially made for him.

"That's it, such a good girl. My good girl." Jason coos, pleased by how you're able to take him whole.

Jason kisses you softly on lips. He lets you get used to his cock—like he usually does—and begins making out with you, his tongue prods the inside of your mouth, drawing a stifled moan from both of you.

Jason takes his lips from you and starts to move his hips. His hips move up and down, cock spearing you, his hands on your waist holding you in place.

You mewl on his chest, the pleasure runs down from your toes to your head.

Jason keeps fucking up into your cunt, hands under your thighs move you up and down. You let him do his thing—letting him use you, he helps you relieve the prickly on your legs anyway.

You quietly sob not-so-quietly on his chest, your tears dampen his front.

"Jason…"

Liquid flame is between you, burning and hotter by seconds.

Jason stays fucking you without abandon, he feels like your cunt won't let him out and want his cock to stay where it is. He manages to get his cock out, tip on your lips and then fuck into you up again, surprised you.

You jerk in his holds, legs kicking up. Your sob sounds like a normal audible sob now. You don't care anymore, though still hoping your friends are still sleeping soundly.

Jason spears you fast and hard, sounds of fabrics between fabrics rub into each can be heard. You stay where you are, face on his chest, taking what he gives you.

He hooks your knees on his elbows, you can feel his cock hit deeper in you.

You see stars, biting his fabric. You can feel your puckered nipples scraping on his chest in the confine of your thin bralette and your cotton t-shirt by the up and down motion your boyfriend makes.

Jason's cock hit you on your erogenous spot without fail and you are already on the edge of your peak again.

"Jay!"

You scream his nickname. Your muddy brain can only process one thing now, it wants your body to reach its peaks and doesn't care about how loud your voice has become.

Jason shushes you.

"Our friends are here, remember? We'll come together, princess, can you hold back a little for me? Just a bit more."

You nod weakly on his chest.

Jason kisses the top of your head. "Good girl."

Jason pistons his hips faster, his cock spearing you unapologetically, his balls slapping under your butt. His cock is hitting you on your sweet spot, making you see some spots in your eyes.

You mewl on his chest, the front of his clothes is basically wet now by your tears.

"I'm going to come inside."

Jason thrusts up into you so hard; once, twice, thrice.

And then you erupt.

You cry on his chest as your orgasm is stolen from you, your inner walls clamping down hard on his cock as you come.

He growls in your ear, achieving his peak too.

You can feel your walls milk his cock. It swells and thick inside you, shooting his white thick ropes of hot cum, they coat your walls and every crevice.

You feel so full.

Some of it escapes, combined with your thick creamy arousal forming a ring between the root of his cock and your folds.

The two of you pant, catching your breath. You wipe your eyes with the front of your own clothes.

There's a quiet stillness between the two of you finally, only tick of clock and the indistinct voice of Babs that fortunately still deep in her phone conversation.

And your boyfriend is still deep inside of you, haven't move an inch.

After like five minutes, Jason assists you again little by little so you're on your knees, and pulls his cock out of you.

Jason pulls his boxers and sweatpants up, and puts back your panties to the center so his cum is contained by the fabric—although it obviously seeps out and dampen it.

He drags you so you sit beside him, with a throw blanket under you and your legs on his lap. Another throw blanket he puts on your legs, covering his lap too.

Babs finally emerges from the fire escape to the apartment, surprised by the quietness of everyone.

"Only you two up, huh?"

She inspects everyone, looking at your entire apartment.

"Yeah. They're tired, I guess."

Jason answers for you both, he knows damn well you're not going be able to answer her without your voice hoarse. You're surprised his voice is steady, though.

Babs shrugs her shoulders.

"I'm going to make ramen. You two want some?"

You shake your head from side to side, Jason says no.

"Okay." Babs says, going to your kitchen, but not before poking Dick's leg with her foot. Those two friends are truly love to annoy each other.

"So. Is the 'pins and needles' gone now?" Jason asks you cheekily.

"Yes. But I can't feel my legs and my core."

Jason laughs and kisses you.

"It's okay, princess. I'm going to carry you."

author's note: my favorite jason todd x reader i have ever written still because it's just light and playful lol

[jasontoddsdarling]

18+ | college jason todd au, where he's a hockey player which has been on training camp for days, and tonight he comes back to you. you wear nothing but a pair of white lace panties and one of his old, unused jersey. the hem falls above your knees. you wait for your boyfriend by watching some series you want to catch up, but sleep takes you into the dreamland before he arrives.

when he comes back to his apartment, you are already asleep on his bed. he is surprised seeing you don his jersey—you didn't mention that to him when you texted him earlier. with ‘todd’ and his number at your back, you look so damn sexy. don't even let him ponder about how the hem rides above your thighs, on your hip, and he can see the glimpse of your cute lace panties and your bare skin.

he drops his luggage bag and immediately goes to the bathroom to clean himself up and get ready for bed so he can spoon you. or maybe if he's lucky you'll wake up and you and him can have a midnight bedroom sport.

[jasontoddsdarling]

anyway today laufey won grammy for best traditional pop vocal album for her album bewitched <33

[jasontoddsdarling]

— ABOUT

mariea · woman of color/southeast asian woman · est. 2000 · twenty four years young · she/her pronouns. jason todd's real darling wife.

this account is mainly for jason todd and female reader (no y/n!) focused fics, different with my ao3 account which i also write for other fandoms as well. it's possible too in the future i will be writing about jason todd and my oc(s).

though, when i write my fics, i tend to describe reader with some of my physical characteristics (not always, but often). for example wavy hair, raven black hair, etc. i mean hey, i grew up as child reading fics with blond hair, fair complexion, etc are described explicitly for y/n or reader, so i feel like i am allowed to do this as a writer for my own fics. if this bothers you, it's fine to exit my account. if you still here, thank you.

i think i will be reposting some of my favorite fics from my ao3, but beside that, mainly this account is for writing drabbles and outlet for brainrots.