#your ideas are🫠

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

OMG PLS DO COCKWARMING W THE MOOMBOYS AAAAA. and why didnt u tell me that before 👿👿👿

- 🦅🇺🇸

NOW YOU’RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE🫡 baby I got a whole ass catalog (not really, it’s mainly steven lmao) thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

COCKWARMING WITH THE MOONBOYS

moonboys x female reader (not as the moon system)

warnings. 18+ only!! cockwarming, writers brainrot, mdni

cockwarming with marc:

im thinking it will all be very intense and passionate - his gaze would never leave yours, watching you with lidded and focused eyes. you'd be below him, back on the mattress with him above, his cock tucked nicely inside you. he'd have his hands cupped around your face, holding you close as you kiss - it would be slow and sloppy, kinda messy and deep, like a real nasty, carnal snog. he'd cage you to the bed, and you'd wrap yourself around him - hugging him like a bear on a tree. he'd swallow your moans and his own would vibrate your tongue. he wouldn't move - just holding you like that, his dick snug inside you. towards the end (before he starts to move) he'd perch between your thighs, keeping his cock glued inside, and would play with your clit - thumbing over it, using himself as a plug for you. he'd make you cum on his cock using just his thumb, and only then would he fuck you -neigh, make love to you- making you cum all over again

cockwarming with steven:

you'd be straddling him, his cock stuffed inside as you both come down. the side of your face would be nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he strokes over your back - soft, small, gentle circles on your heated skin. he'd be catching his breath, chest rising and falling as he evens out, muttering sweet praises beside your ear about how you're his sweet girl. he strokes over the back of your head too, palm gliding over your hair - holding you almost protectively. super comforting and sweet - lots of reassurance afterwards. maybe you both fall asleep, keeping his dick tucked inside as you drift into a light slumber

cockwarming with jake:

you'd both be on the sofa, you perched upon his thighs/ crotch, your back against his chest. he'd be mean with it, not moving - leaving you completely desperate for any kind of movement. he'd grip your waist/ wrap his arms around your middle - stilling you. he loves the way you twitch and tighten around him, like you're begging for more. he'd rest his chin on your shoulder, looking down at your pussy with him wedged so perfectly inside. (not sure the proportions would be correct, but oh well, just pretend) you'd be a leaking mess, all of your wet dripping down his cock, pooling around his balls, making a mess on the couch. he'd play with your tits from behind, groping and squeezing them, muttering in spanish about you being needy. he wouldn't fuck you until you reach your absolute wits ends - a crying, desperate, frustrated mess - quivering and whimpering, begging for him to move

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

im gonna, uhm, yeah.. what? okay bye

steven taglist: @thewinterv @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @kinglokisqueen4ever

[oceans-beloved]

Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️

(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)

[phoenixcatch7]

Kintsukuroi

'What if I put a clock pendulum in my torso' was the sort of question Bruce had come to expect when visiting Oracle.

"Pendulums are dependant on a stable base," he replied, because the last time he'd assumed they were being unserious Tim had tried to fit a chemistry test lab in his mouth and accidentally leaked the fumes through his mask.

"It'd be so aesthetic though," said Barbara, not looking up from the dozen screens she was surrounded by. "Listen. It would look so cool - Spoiler, robbery on fifth and main - Especially if I put a clock face over my heart."

"I thought you were trying to fit a super computer in it?"

"I was, but progress is slow. It's hard to fit it and enough padding to protect it plus leave enough room for ventilation. If I add the pendulum I might at least get inspiration." She gave a heavy sigh and pushed away from the desk, gliding in her chair to where her doll body was resting on a table, the glue separating the two halves of the smashed torso still glistening. Bruce followed, peering over her at the many scanners and wires hooked into it, flashing and beeping.

"Any luck?" he asked, and they both knew he wasn't talking about the computer anymore.

"Nothing."

He squeezed her shoulder, and she leant into it. They stayed there for a long moment.

"I just don't understand!" Barbara finally burst out, hands clenching on her chair arms. "I glued nearly every single piece back together! I made sure every splinter I could find went exactly where it should! I know the contract is still there. She's worked with more missing pieces before. But she's just not responding!"

"It's not you," Bruce soothed. "You've more than enough determination and strength to puppet, and we know the human body's state doesn't affect performance."

"That's the thing!" Barbara threw her hands up angrily, nearly smacking Bruce in the face. There was a chatter over comms, and both reached for their own. "One second," she said tightly, and wheeled back into the glow of the monitors. "Copy. BW, you're nearest? Thanks. Try and avoid the sniper this time. Wing, backup is in five."

She muted again and spun around, pinning Bruce with a heavy stare. "Is there anything, anything you can think of? We've - nothing I've tried has worked."

"Well...." He trailed off, one hand coming up to rub at the chin of his mask - a quiet night meant the opportunity to forgo the practical but muffling gas mask for his favoured plain black.

It was far from the first time a doll had been horrifically damaged. The incident with Bane came to mind - Batman had been in a very similar condition, body shorn clean in two and tossed to opposite corners. It was an awful memory, but the expression on Bane and the audience's faces as his bloodless body fell apart like a rotting tree trunk and then kept moving was a silver lining he'd always treasure.

But he'd been repaired and back on his feet in weeks, if bearing the incandescent fury of the doll for several more. It had been months for Barbara, and still nothing was happening.

"There's something we're missing, and I doubt it's on your side."

"I know THAT-"

"Listen," he demanded, and her jaw clicked shut mutinously. "There's something we're not seeing. Batgirl is in no shape to demand it herself, it seems. So its inaction is something we can't fully rely on."

"You've got the most experience with the dolls of all of us. Can you.. I don't know, sense anything?"

"Nothing more than the usual, with the Patriarch Doll, but we might get more if we return to the doll house -"

"No." Barbara interrupted again, but Bruce did not take offence. "She's not going anywhere. She doesn't want to head back to the cave."

Oh?

"She doesn't want to, or she doesn't care to?"

"I say she doesn't."

Interesting. This was likely a case of the doll exerting its will. The bats were well versed in avoiding the few lines their wooden bodies drew in the sand, treating them with the wary respect one would give a favorite blade or a highly trained attack dog. They could work together, share the highs and lows of life with them, but never get complacent. The dolls were forever a foreign, inhuman presence, and as with all wild creatures they would never be so arrogant as to assume full understanding. For Barbara to so strongly decide for the doll meant she was most likely not the only one deciding.

Which meant the solution would not be found in the cave.

"Perhaps there are upgrades she wishes to have?"

Oracle paused.

"Maybe," she conceded. "But there's practically a limitless amount of things I could do, and I wouldn't know where to start. And I could more easily do them when she's up and walking."

Not that then. If the doll wanted something to change but not receive upgrades or heal, than what?

... Not heal.

Batman hurried to the table. Oracle watched him with hawk eyes, but another call on the comms turned her away with a final warning glance.

Recovering every single splinter from a damaged wooden object and perfectly reattaching it was nigh impossible on a good day, never mind in the dead of night with a moving target. The dolls always returned to the cave to regenerate scratches and nicks they couldn't buff out, or accepted plaster to transmute with whatever supernatural power guided them.

The batgirl on the table, divested of all covering and armour, was still as chipped and scuffed as the day nightwing recovered last splinter.

The pieces fell into place.

"She doesn't want to be perfectly rebuilt," he realised. "She doesn't want the damage to disappear as it normally does... She wants it to remain visible. A different type of repair, then."

Oracle spun in her wheelchair to face him.

"Why?" she asked, something sharp in her eyes. Bruce chose his next words carefully.

"Perhaps she thinks such damage doesn't need to be hidden away," he said, slowly, and didn't comment when she turned away. Though she put on a strong face, and the doctors had recently released her full time, it would be a long time until the young hero was able to truly heal her mind.

"She doesn't need to do that for me. She's just causing me trouble."

"I don't think she is," he tried. "Dolls tend to reflect their puppeteer even after they accept us. You can't deny your trajectory has been changed."

They both sent a significant look to the enormous super computer taking up the wall.

"You've said you almost feel better able to protect Gotham now, with your reach and skills. Do you really feel that way?"

"I - I don't -" her mouth worked silently, and Bruce waited. "I mean I guess... But a part of me always assumed it'd be temporary, you know? Once I fixed batgirl.. It'd all return to normal." Her voice wobbled, and Bruce didn't hesitate to crouch before her, wrapping her in a long armed hug. She buried herself in his chest, regardless of the chilled metal.

"It's okay if you don't," he whispered into her hair, and held her as she shook. "I'm just throwing ideas around."

"I do though," she rasped. "I think I do feel that way. There's so much that can't be solved by violence, and it feels good to be out there but... I think I can help even more people, this way."

"That's good," he praised, "that's good. You can do whatever you set your mind to."

"You stole that from a parenting book verbatim."

"It's applicable to the current situation."

"Fine," she sighed, and pushed him away to roughly scrub at her eyes. "I'll give the doll another chance. Find some glitter glue or something, I don't know."

"Any materials you need will be provided," he promised. "I wouldn't recommend glitter glue or our usual tar."

He moved to pat her on the hair as the emotions of the moment faded, making sure to keep his unsheathed claws out of her hair.

"Once you fix her, though, I would recommend you puppet the doll during night hours still," he told her. "It wouldn't be good to put your body through twenty hour days."

"I've got a good system set up for now, but thank, B-man."

The computer dinged with another alert, and oracle spun to squint at it with a muffled curse, typing furiously. Batman escaped to the other side of the room, where the folders he'd originally come looking for lay. She waved, distracted, as he left, and although the doll could not smile, he could feel it on his face all the same.

@puppetmaster13u I summon thee dear mutual ^^

[lavenderr-starrs]

*In the tune of “look at this graph”* :

Look at this Jack!

[l3viat8an]

Omg i need to be STOPPED!!!

Ro, my love. The apple of my eye, my top writer of tumblr who still answers asks even though her schedule is all the way fucked up...

Angel Dust!MC... i'm so sorry. I had to, it was needed... necessary. (Or maybe MC just acts similar to Angel... a demon named angel, how nice)

Separate Idea!

I cant really imagine them watching hazbin hotel though... Lucifer tho... so proud that he's in the show. Short asf, but cute.

But, ultimate confusion on the lore.

Lilith + Lucifer = Charlie Morningstar

BUT MC HAS TO TELL THEM THAT THIS ISNT THE SAME LORE!!! MUST GIVE EXPLANATION!!! MUST TELL THAT LILITH WAS ACTUALLY FIRST HUMAN FEMALE!!! MUST TELL EVE CAME AFTER!!! MC MYST TELL THEM DIAVOLO DOESNT EXSIST, LUCIFER IS KING/RULER OF HELL!!!

I love you❤️ If you get pissed off by someone (even if its me), tell them suck a dick and live life🥰

HIII JENZ!!- you’re too sweet to me omgshsg

BBY I WILL ALWAYS MAKE TIME TO ANSWER ASKS or I’d miss y’all too much <3 AND WE ARE SHARING A MIND CUZ LOOK AT THIS!!!-

Had to block stuff out cuz it’s all rambling helsphsks but I’m working on a few things 🫡 the idea is just too good!!-

Jsjsjsjsj Poor MC having to explain everything 😭

Tho really I think it’d be just as funny if MC told the brothers to sit and watch the show before asking any questions lolol

That’ll save a little bit of explaining- but Lucifer still asks questions about Lilith, then at some point one of the others asks where Diavolo is and MC still has to explain- and then it’s shocking?? No Diavolo??? No prince of hell in a show about hell??? And wdym Lucifer is the boss??? Sounds like actual hell to his brothers lmaoo

I love you more <333 ‘n you could never piss me off!!!

[mrsoharaa]

Being firmly pressed against the open window of your rented cabin, in full view of the gorgeous frosty landscape as he plummets into you with such fervor and passion is literally the only thing on my mind rn 😵‍💫😵‍💫❄️🤍💦

[ssruis]

cpdb rui + nene cards and emu5 tsukasa + emu cards for the alien alien/niccori survey team/opera space opera “alien race w the goal to spread love and cheer because positive emotions are their society’s fuel (like monsters inc. laughter as a fuel) invasion for Benevolent Reasons” ruikasa/emunene au where emu+tsukasa crash land on earth and are found by rui+nene who have to hide them from authorities/fix their ship… maybe len as the alien ship AI rin as the AI rui made/found/whatever… do u see my vision… the dish I’m cooking up…

Assorted vague ideas that may or may not end up making the cut:

> CPDB cyberpunk dystopia being a result of emu’s grandpa giving earth (his favorite little planet) some technology because he was like surely the humans will use this to usher in a new era of peace and love 😊 (he was wrong)

> emu’s grandpa gave them souped up hyper competent chat gpt/ai to solve their more boring meaningless issues so they could focus on creating art and then capitalism ruined it 😔

> no I don’t have an agenda against ai generation what would make you think that (graphic design major being told to use generative AI because “that’s the future” when it Looks Like Shit)

> emu crash lands them on earth when they’re meant to be going elsewhere because she wanted to take “a quick teeny weeny detour” to look at her grandpa’s favorite planet (she knew something was wrong w it. Energy outputs were bad? Maybe the alien society wrote off earth as a lost cause) and tsukasa’s like no absolutely not (they wrestle with the controls -> crash land -> emu’s like oopsie daisy 😊 while tsukasa has a hysterical fit)

> if I want to be really evil emu’s grandpa could have died on earth and she wanted to see if he was alive? But I don’t want to hurt emu like that… I’d rather just go the path of her Really Really wanting to save earth. Au version of Wonderstage.

> or maybe tsukasa and emu are just sent to see why it’s failing. But I think the crash landing thing is really funny.

> ohh maybe instead of emotions it’s music based (harnessing the true emotions behind music) and the reason earth has begun to fail is the increasing drive to create empty pop songs that go viral. That would be a better explanation than the general positive emotion harvesting if you’re assuming everyone in the CPDB dystopia is “happy” (complacent with the status quo of capitalism driven entertainment)

> “it’s a tragedy to view it from this small fry of a planet, but it’s a comedy if you view it from space” “I fell in love with you from far far away” “when this song reached over there and resonated, it was you who gave it meaning! Sure enough this universe is wonderhoy!”

> “I don’t read the lyrics anyway, so give me something catchy” “is it about the numbers than the artistry/awful price to pay for vitality/then what do we do? Was that how it’s supposed to go?/the mind going in circles and slowly dying away” “don’t disguise yourself, fantasies and ideals are fine”

> “The trembling streetlights, the pelting rain/My wavering feelings, an emotional telepath/The lost two make contact/And my heart learned of love “A fluorescent light repeatedly switching off and on/The paranormal confusion quietly ate into you/The parallel signals intersected due to singular point/Created-reality-blind acceptance-itus, sensitivity instinct”

> “we will set out to study the world’s smiles” “Between us, we have something that will turn the impossible into a possibility”

> ^ I can probably do something with those lyrics. General vibes to work with. Etc.

> (rui kamishiro voice) sometimes the cure for complete apathy/hopelessness and disillusionment with the current state of the world can be two goofy aliens (nene kusanagi voice) what the fuck are you talking about

> obligatory rui making joke threats about dissecting emukasa (as he did w wxs sekai plushies/aliens in 2024 April fools) & tsukasa going “y. You’re not serious right” “hehe” “RIGHT??”

> tsukasa initially is very “we need to fix this ship and Leave we have a job to be doing” (realizes the state of the earth) “nnnrgg FINE we have to fix this”

> (sees one bug) “nvm emu can we explode this planet into a million pieces and leave- emu. Emu why are you letting it crawl on you dONT GET NEAR ME WITH THAT” (emu chasing him around w a centipede in her hands)

> emu is immediately infatuated with nene “your voice is the prettiest thing I’ve heard in the whole universe” -> “you make me happy just by existing and I want to make you smile every day”… nene goes from “I want nothing to do with this” to “ok I’m involved now. Not just because emu asked. Rui stop laughing at me. (Would be crying and throwing up on the inside if emu was even a little upset)”

> as with all my aus the ruikasa dynamic is “oh he’s pretty and very talented” vs “what an interesting guy (I want to put him in a maze and watch him solve it for rewards)” -> “this guy is fucking insane and is going to kill me one day (said with begrudging fondness and irritation at his own shit taste)” vs “what an interesting guy (I want to put him in a maze and watch him solve it for rewards) (also I am madly in love with him)”

> they destroy the ai thing or something yay happy ending. Idk. I’m not a polisci major you can’t expect me to have a good neat solution for a huge societal issue.

> ending is hard because I don’t want to separate them but emu + tsukasa have way too much left on the home planet to ever consider leaving it permanently… hmm ending where emu + tsukasa are like we gotta go back for a bit but we’ll return to check on the progress -> more permanent way for visits to happen is set up with the eventual intention for rui and emu to join tsukasa and emu on their adventures?

> saki as a researcher on the alien planet w the rest of L/N… tsukasa prioritizing getting communication set back up first and foremost and rui’s like “is he gonna contact his home planet and ask to be rescued even after he promised to help” & then tsukasa calls home just to tell saki (+ she updates toya) he’s ok (she was understandably distraught thinking her brother fucking crash landed somewhere and died) tsukasa tenma voice I’ve upset my sister. I’m going to go run directly into traffic.

> rui and nene live together (making money thru mechanics and programming). Nene has a shit load of arcade games that she and rui fixed up. Neither of them like how society is but they’re both kind of like “wtf can we even do” although rui does his guerrilla shows on the side (how he finds emu+tsukasa maybe?). Rui dragging himself home at 4 am wounded from nearly getting caught by security and nene’s like are u fucking kidding me.

> actually I think nene playing video games and making money by being a top player is a funnier idea than her helping rui with mechanics. She has some tech knowledge by virtue of living with him but she’s also rank #1 in several competitive games. Nene is the real bread winner in this household.

> I think nene should play video games with emu… emunene arcade date while ruikasa are in the workshop downstairs fixing up the ship (tsukasa is kinda useless he’s just micromanaging/doesn’t want to third wheel emunene because nene kept giving him death glares last time)

Nene: (long winded gaming explanation) so that’s why you want to keep the higher ground during the game

Emu: woaw! you’re so smart nenechan!!

(Loud explosion heard from downstairs) (tsukasa screaming) (rui laughing)

Nene: um. Is tsukasa ok.

Emu: yep he just does that sometimes 💕!! Ooo what’s this game called??

Nene: (whatever it’s not my problem and I’m having fun with emu) this one is called DDR do you want to play 🥰

[cupidskissx]

They are besties (with benefits however you want to define the term benefits) but Charles likes it when people think they hate each other because it makes for an interesting competition between them.

🤤🫠 This is a delicious idea, thank you! ❤️

I can imagine everyone is exacerbated and wished they got along, because they frequently end up in fake arguments, and pretend to get on each other’s nerves. Little does everyone know it often takes them more skill to keep a straight face than it does to race…

Alex (probably): “We can’t invite you two anywhere. Why do you hate each other so much?”

Max and Charles simultaneously:

Max: “He’s annoying, a scrawny, little brat.”

Charles: “He’s insufferable, someone only a mother could love.”

Charles doesn’t manage a comeback once he absorbs Max’s insult. He’s too busy composing himself to not let his cheeks flush at being called a brat in public.

Max masks his smirk behind his drink: “If I cared about your opinion, that might have stung.”

Later that night, when they’re spent and snuggled in bed:

Max: “We need to work on your comebacks, babe.”

“You can’t go around calling me a brat — you know what that does to me. How would you like it if I went around calling you Sir in front of our friends?”

Max’s dick twitches and he swallows, “I think our cover will be blown, I wouldn’t get you out of the bar in time…”

Charles doesn’t need to use his imagination to fill in the blanks because Max has them flipped over to show him exactly what he’d do to him.

[mad-hunts]

🔪 (what has he DONE!!!)

finding my muse drenched in blood after they killed someone meme.

after having what barton could only describe as a 'trying' couple of weeks, he was quite looking forward to being able to leave the place. it meant that he could unwind by going on a normal date with someone — though this wasn't their first time seeing each other. they'd meant upwards of about three months ago, because barton had volunteered to pay for their coffee when he heard her say she would have to leave without it due to not having her wallet. and after that, for a while, he didn't believe he'd ever see again.

but lo and behold... joanna had shown up at the same medical conference he was at several weeks later, and she'd gotten his attention. the rest was history from there as they talked practically all day as they seemed to really hit it off. so, barton had invited her to dinner the next week, and the rest was history as they say. though real life hardly had any happy endings unfortunately. and after overhearing joanna saying something barton believed he really wasn't supposed to hear, due to the incriminating nature of it, that day?

he immediately thought to confront her rather impulsively because that was like the straw that broke the camel's back for him. their relationship, from the beginning, had all but been a set-up as joanna was actually a C.I. as it turned out; or a criminal informant. someone who's job it was to find out information because they had committed a crime themselves and formed a deal to report back to the police with it to get leniency. which, as one might imagine, didn't bode over well with barton especially because he liked her. he liked joanna a lot, and so that rage the doctor always seemed to be carrying with him bubbled up to the surface before long.

barton remembered chasing her partially through the wooded area that he lived in after hitting joanna over the head. he also thought he'd grabbed the axe in his shed before doing so, and yelling at her about how he was able to envision something long-term with her but she ruined things — because if she hadn't been a 'rat,' barton would've never had a reason to hurt her. what barton didn't remember was how he'd ended up at sibyl's place which wasn't too far but wasn't close either. along with being completely smothered in her blood, as well as feeling a little bit like he was motion sick.

everything seemed to be going too fast and too slow at the same time as he left a bloody imprint on their door of where he'd knocked on it. barton's heart was thundering in his ears when they finally answered the door. he struggled to find words to say to sibyl, but something slipped out of his mouth eventually, ❝ ahh, i... i'm not sure why i came here - but i think i killed someone i cared about. and i don't even know what i did with their body. christ, i don't even know what i did with their body. ❞

[tortureandtickles]

Spread eagle, restraints that prevent even a millimeter of movement. A single finger. Starting at your least sensitive but still ticklish spot, and continuing the same motions in the same spot. No stopping, just left to focus on that finger attacking that one spot until you beg for me to do something different. Then onto the next. Of course Ill ignore you a couple times to make sure you know I'm moving because I want to. I want your frustration to build that you aren't getting the perfect torture you desire. But it's the torture I want you to have. Once all your spots are covered though, then I might consider making up for all the lost sensations until I'm satisfied.

I have other ideas if you would want to hear more!!

um um um um HELLO WHAT THE HECK IS THIS. i HATE that you know how much of a masochist i am 🫠 i literally couldn’t even imagine how id react in this situation ahhhhhhh. this right here is the torture i want so badly 🫣

[emilyjunk]

Rambled to my gf for like 10 mins about my new novel idea and then finally explained the key point of it and she said "oh my God that's genius, you're cooking" so today is not so bad I guess

[bathrobe-wizard]

I did intramuscular T injections for five fucking years before finding out that subcutaneous is the same exact dosage and timing, just with a different injection needle.

If you're on IM testosterone injections and are struggling with them for ANY reason, ask your pharmacist about switching to subq! It's so much easier and doesn't cause sore spots for days... No idea why docs make you start on IM and don't tell you you can switch without fucking up your labs

[mymelodyisme]

Mys

I smooched Shane

👏🏽 AS SHOULD BE DONE👏🏽

Many Shane smooches along his face and right back onto yours

[chaunceydollz]

Did simblr already do a Cyberpunk mirror pose trend?

[mrsoharaa]

Possessive/jealous Miguel fucking you against your front door...while your date for the night is on the other side waiting for you.....oh. 🫣