the one true doom bug

overview:

DNI if you’re a minor; this is a nsfw kink blog, and my personal nsfw space. I’ll block you if you reblog or like my stuff and I find out you’re a minor. it’s upsetting.

mostly i write mas/ship stuff, solo things arent rlly my jam

if u ask me to write you a thing i explicitly put on my faq as a "naw it's not my jam" then i do reserve the right to be an asshole :] and you need to suck it up. presumably if you're able to read my fics you can also read my rules! 😂

reqs are mostly closed bc im trying to clear out my old stuff ksjksj lmao

full disclosure if u dont have an icon + default tumblr set up u. kinda look like a bot and I block bots like Fuck. soz!

i prefer one req per ask tbh (so i can answer them separately as I wish), unless theyre like, connected? My FAQ has examples.

Current reqs: 107 atm. :") not likely to take more until my art trades are done.

Gen notes:

love it when people make their own scenarios etc. even when sending in sentence asks u know. it’s fun to have? idk, general idea of what ppl are thinking lmao 🥰

prompts are a general guide to my vibes (what I'm currently kinking abt u feel)

love seeing people have thoughts abt my fics/aus. pleases me. 👀

asks about fics are always allowed

Like literally feel free to yell abt my aus or fics with ideas you have for continuations whenever you like. It's fun 🤭🥰

Current favefic: 

keep me breathing || marsab || paralytics and praise kink bby

Current longfic:

when given teeth and claws (be prepared to bleed for it) || M/A/S || Omegaverse au || 10k / 6 ch || thinking every three weeks. idk yet <- 12/12/25: oops. Uh. Sorry y'all.

that one fic where everyone in the revo gets a piece of their Chief || sabo/others || gangbang || 7k / 3 ch || We'll get to it again eventually 😂

Current vibes: dc eat your heart out. 🫥

Art ideas I’ll eventually comm/hey wanna do an art trade

I need no further explanation on Jon's interest in Damian's boots. We are ALL aware of Jon's "boots up to the crotch" dream (ala Kinky Boots style - give us the heel, coward), but I hold my heart to those lace-up boots and I shall not be swayed otherwise.

Damian always being so gentle as he threads his hand through Jon's hair - Damian can't force him, no matter what he tries, even accidental resistance holds too much strength - but the grip is for Jon's own reminding. That Damian wants him there, or wants his head tilted back, so Jon's panting gets louder with his throat stretched taut.

Dizzy-eyed from the concentration it takes to keep his weight directly against Damian's boot, even when the friction gets too much, the sensation of the laces and the steel cap rubbing against him - and Damian knows when to flex up, to give Jon a harder edge to grind against and whimper. Jon grinding himself against Damian's boot and perhaps they're both in costume or perhaps Jon has pulled his jeans down so they trap his thighs, caught round his knees, or perhaps Damian is simply the only one dressed, in kevlar and cape and so many layers that the difference itself forms part of the game.

So lovely and soft but with so little patience when Jon cums, trembling, given no reprieve before Damian crosses his legs and says, "Well?"

They have ritual perfected; he doesn't need to say anything else. Still, it makes Jon feel choked to look at the way he's ruined Damian's boots (or even, perhaps, that he'd debase himself for those boots, knowing what Damian used them for - a kick to the gut, a featherlight landing, a tooth sent flying-) and be expected to-

Damian's hands, guiding him forward, and Jon resting his cheek against the higher laces, feeling the pattern against his face and hearing Damian's soft snort. Out of time to enjoy the afterglow, and yet...isn't this also the continuation?

Feeling himself get hard again at the taste of leather and his own cum under his tongue, and knowing as soon as Damian notices (he's noticed already) they can just...