"Bambi"

Tell me if you know the authors of my pfp and header. Minors do NOT interact with this one. I will call your parents

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ABANDONED BLOG

Decided to have a separate blog a side blog to a side blog, funny. This one isn't my OC's, and I'll be posting some drafts which I couldn't show here @med-doe (headcanons). I'm Ukrainian, ru*ians go JUMP OF A FUCKING ROOF AND DON'T INTERACT, I'M TIRED OF BLOCKING YOU. Sorry about that, I found like 5 of them in one day

More info and my small masterlist under the cut. Good luck

General info

I'm from Ukraine. Anyone supporting ru*ia will be blocked. I also can block for other reasons, which I cannot think of at the moment. I'm not mean, I don't want any trouble or stuff, that's why I'm saving both of our nerves by just removing myself from your feed.

Personal tags for this blog are #doe writes and #doe answers

What can you do?

•Leave your asks and requests, obviously. I have some ideas, but I will be either unsure or lack something. Your thoughts might help with it.

•Spam like. I have my notifications off, so go nuts.

•Message me directly, but I don't look for small talk. You can message me to ask something directly without the need of everybody seeing it. I'm sorry if you just want to chat with somebody, but I simply don't have time for it.

Big No

•Steal my stuff. If I see my text anywhere but here I swear I'm filling whatever shit is needed to put it down and fuck up your account. This also applies to any AI chat. Do not test me, I'm insane when mad.

•If you do stand with ru*ia–do NOT repost and like my shit. You think that there is no way it actually happened but it did. I felt so fucking disgusted. That's why from now on I'm checking profiles of anyone who interacts with my posts. Don't worry, I don't go too deep into your stuff, just a quick scan over to see where you are from (or an idea).

•The point higher is also applied if you interact with rusian's post. I don't want to ask why the fuck you give them any attention, so you are being blocked as a supporter.

Masterlist

Johnny needs a muzzle (short)

What TF-141 would like in their partner (hc)

TF-141 in bed (hc)

Maybe I'm going to write... (answer)

A "crybaby" in bed (might change the name)

•John

•Kyle

•Simon

•Johnny

[bard-doe]

I found a couple of mistakes in my works and no one told me?? I feel embarrassed. I usually check my stuff 3 times or so in my notes and then I check it here. And I still find shit like "imaginie" *dead*

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Why do u even have a blog if u don't post anything?

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When you have an idea but you just don't wanna do it. I will, eventually. Just have to sit in the hell of my own making for a bit

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U alive?

Yep. Just have to actually get the grades into my... Grade book? I don't know how this stuff works in other countries and have no clue how you name this small notebook with all your final grades, but I think you got the idea.

Just a bit more and I'll be back with ya

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Sorry guys, busy with exams and other uni stuff. Will write the last part for «A "crybaby" in bed» once I have a minute. And probably come up with a better name, cuz that one is awful.

Also, I know I'm a bit late, but happy Pride month to the ✋💅 folk. Totally forgot that it's June already

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A "crybaby" in bed

Parts 3/4, part 1, part 2

Note: I was collecting myself to write. I have began at 0:42 and until 1:36, just so you understand why it might have mistakes.

Word count: 458

Tags: Simon x GN!reader; with each fic I'm moving further from hurt/comfort, does that make me basic?; mostly sex and a glimpse of aftercare.

Simon has been making out with you for good ten minutes now. His colossal hands on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles on your hipbones, slipping under your pants from time to time. Why couldn't he just get over with it?

You huffed angrily as he kept kissing you, a smug smile threatening to brighten his face.

"What? Thought ya wan'ed sum attention fro' me, birdie."

That's definitely not what you wanted. You have been asking–begging–Simon to fuck you roughly. You knew damn well he could make you see stars, but for some reason he held back.

"Just need'to show my birdie how much I treasure 'er first."

It was as if Simon could read your thoughts. Maybe your angry pout said it all.

As you were caught up in another slow kiss, you didn't immediately feel how your man slipped his fingers into your underwear, toying with your little hole. Only when he started moving it up and down on the outside, teasing the entrance, you let out a gasp.

"Gotta prepare ya fo' me, yeah?"

Nope. You actually were preparing yourself once Simon finally told you that he would go rough; he was a big guy, after all. And he... didn't really like it. It was his job to work you open. But what is done is done, and he can "punish" you for it now.

Turned out that no amount of prep could save you from this. You were so used to Simon going slow and careful that you couldn't fathom how he would be hammering into you, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you without a break.

"There we go, love, theeere we go. Ya can do anoth' one, I believe in ya."

One of his hands was on your hip, holding you in place, another one was on your throat. Not chocking, no, just hovering, giving a light squeeze from time to time to remind you to keep your eyes open. Simon needed to see that you were present. That you could still understand what was happening and give him directions.

The second your rare tears of pleasure turned into a steady flow and your eyes became hazier than he liked, Simon stopped and pulled out. His hand moved from your hip to your face, soothing your hair back.

"Earth to birdie. Ya hear me?"

Even though his voice was calm, he definitely had a worried look on his face. It made you smile weakly as you nodded. But you kept crying, even while giggling. First Simon thought that you were lying. But your little grin was genuine; he couldn't help but kiss your forehead immediately after.

"Sometimes can't understand ya, lovie. 'lright, be he'e, I'll get ya some wate'. Don't even think 'bout movin'."

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That moment when you kinda hate whatever you wrote but people keep liking it like 🧍‍♀️

At least someone enjoys it. Or maybe I looked at my stuff for too long

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A "crybaby" in bed

Part 2/4, part 1, part 3

Note: I'm trying to cook something quickly, but I also want to make it nice, so bear with me.

Word count: 492

Tags: Gaz x GN!reader; I can't even name it hurt/comfort cause no feelings were hurt; both sex and aftercare.

You just had to wear those fucking sweatpants in front of him, huh? Kyle really tried to keep his shit together, but the second you bent down to get the charger, he stood up from the bed and slapped your ass. It didn't hurt at all, but it made you jump for sure. As you looked up at your boyfriend, wanting to tell him off, Kyle picked you up and tossed you onto the bed, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Don't play coy now, you know what those sweats do to me. Bet you wore them to rile me up, didn't you, sweety?"

Technically yes, but mostly because they were comfortable. Kyle's attention was just a bonus. Though now, after 20 minutes of edging, you were starting to doubt that.

You were with your face down and ass up as Kyle fingered you, pulling away the second he felt like you were close. When you were about to whine, Kyle put three fingers in, setting a quick pace, hitting all the right spots. First orgasm was like a blessing. The second followed shortly after. When you were close to the third one, your legs gave out. Thankfully, Kyle had enough strength to support you with one arm to slowly lower you down, not stopping even for a moment.

"Aw, what's wrong, baby? Tired already? Yeah?"

You nodded with a pout, and the bastard chucked.

"Poor thing. Just a few more, love."

You really lost count, but, maybe, it was your fifth orgasm when you started feeling dizzy. You didn't have enough strength to talk or hold back your moans. You also couldn't hold back your whine and a sob, after which Kyle stopped and you could finally try to close your legs. Didn't really work, but Kyle, your sweet torturer, helped you with this one as he moved to the side to check your face.

Glossy eyes with tears streaming down and the most heartbreaking pout he had ever seen. He felt like he had kicked a puppy.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry."

He lay down near you, pulling you into his chest as he wiped tears away from your face.

"My poor sweetheart. Was it too much? Did your evil boyfriend go overboard?"

Kyle still tried to joke around to lighten the mood. Luckily, you liked that about him. You hummed in agreement and sobbed again, now frowning a little.

"Aww..."

He smiled widely and kissed just between your eyebrows, cradling the back of your head as he tried to carefully pull the blanket over your lower body.

"I'm sorry, baby. You're just so irresistible, couldn't help myself. Will try to keep it together the next time. Let's just relax a bit and then I'll run you a bath, yeah?"

You decided not to take any risks, so, after you drank your water, took a bath and ate your dinner, you threw your sweats away. They were too powerful.

Pst, @vixyyvix, wake up. I made something.

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"Why the fuck is every reader so eager when they are being edged or overstimulated? At least some people would have cried and called it a day. Why doesn't anyone think about... Oh, fuck, wait, I can write about it!"

A "crybaby" in bed

Note: My first fanfiction after... 🤔... A while. And I'm going to split this up into 4 different parts–John, Kyle, Simon, Johnny.

Word count: 379

Tags(?): Price x GN!reader; some degree of hurt/comfort but I'm not sure; scenes of both sex and aftercare.

How did this even happen?

You were peacefully making your tea, humming some shity song under your breath when you felt large hands on your hips, kneading the soft flesh. John carefully put his head on your shoulder and you started talking about that one film you wanted to watch but can't because of work. Then it spiraled into ranting about whatever problems you have there and John decided to help you unwind.

But it was becoming too much.

You've been at it for a while now, changed your position from the counter to the wall, then on the table.

"S' good... S' fucking warm, luv. Jus' another one, yea'?"

John murmured gruffly into your neck and he started bucking up, but froze when that pulled out a strained sob from your chest. He looked up to see you shaking a little, trying to hold back your tears. You didn't know if you wanted him to give you a hug or back off, so you opted for just holding onto his shirt.

" 'Ey, 'ey, what's wrong? Does it hurt?"

He carefully pulled out, wincing with you at your discomfort.

You shook your head, hiding your face in your hands. Great. You didn't want anything like this to happen. You were just so tired, and this was too much pressure for your body right now.

"Is alright. C'me 'ere."

Being the big man he is, John easily picked you up, deciding to get you into your comfortable bed first. When that was done, he quickly moved into the bathroom and reappeared in half a second with a warm washcloth. He cooed and soothed every time you tried to wiggle away–your body just couldn't be still. But it really was better once most of the cum was out.

You tried to apologize and offer him a blow job to finish, but John gave you a stare when you just opened your mouth. He knew what you were probably thinking and he was having none of that. You were definitely not going to work this day–should probably just quit, John never liked you working anyway–with a warm cup of tea, which he gave you after you drank some water, and a bowl of snacks. And that film you really wanted to watch.

[bard-doe]

Are you going to write about some other characters one day? Love your work regardless, just wondering 🤗

Hey! I don't know for sure, but I might write about König, Rudy, Alejandro, Graves. Yes, he is an asshole, but damn, he's a gorgeous piece of shit.

I definitely won't write about any russian for obvious reasons, even if they are more or less normal. And sorry to all of the women lovers, but I'm just awful when it comes to it.

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I'm gonna be legit right now. I have no clue what the tf-141 would be like in bed. Not because I can't come up with anything, but because it fully depends on you. They just wouldn't do anything you dislike.

I think that Simon would be hella carefully with you. He wouldn't be too rough and wouldn't call you names (let's all remember his trauma, yeah?). Would absolutely tease, though. But if you asked–begged, cuz the mf is scared he might go overboard–him to be rough? Be fucking ready. Still don't think he would degrade you, doesn't sit right with him.

I think Kyle would be a gentleman. Your pleasure will always be more important than his. That's why you are going to cum 8 times or so. Totally into overstimulation and a combo of teasing and sweet talking. Aw, are you tired? Yeah, poor baby. It's okay, you don't have to do anything, just relax and cum once more. But would totally stop and apologize if you were getting overwhelmed and started crying. (no, I'm not projecting)

I see John as a gentle dom. But sometimes his breeding kink can get over the top and you are getting fucked on every surface of the house. Also, PLEASE HEAR ME, he loves cockwarming. It doesn't even have to be sexual! Just sit on his lap while he does some paperwork, his soft dick enveloped in your warmth. If you suddenly tell him that you are tired of feeling his cum inside, that it makes you icky? Should have told him sooner, sugar. He's either using condoms or finishing on you until you let him breed you again.

And last but not least, Johnny.

...

...What? This man tried everything at least twice. For good measure. I can tell you that he has insane stamina, loves going down on you sloppily and fucking you and himself into overstimulation. He just can't stop. Bites and licks, growls and coos and whines. But the second you tell him to stop he immediately pulls out and checks on you. After you are 100% calm and comfy, he will carefully ask if he can use your thighs or something. What? He needs to get the boner down.

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Johnny is a tits man. He sees a nice pair of boobs and his brain slips out of his ear. He also likes a nice cunt. But he will cry if it's "bald". You can go ahead and trim it if you want, but don't you dare shave it.

Kyle strikes me as an ass man. Something he can squeeze secretly when you are talking to someone. And slap when you two are at it. You don't understand, it looks so sexy when it moves with each spank.

John looks like someone who would drool over some nice hips. Something to hold onto, both in public and in bed. It also doesn't help his breeding kink.

Simon is a thighs guy, I will NOT agree with anything else. He wants to lay his head on something soft, plant kisses and maybe leave bite marks, if you allow it. And he will absolutely put his dick between them.

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I'm tired of acting like Johnny doesn't need a muzzle. He is a mutt. He will be biting onto you, licking your neck and saliva that was dripping down from your mouth, going down on you even with you already on the verge of overstimulation.

Imagine Johnny, on the floor, with a muzzle on as he humps your leg, whining and asking for you to take the damn thing off. He just wants to kiss you, lass. But no, your bruises and bite marks are still healing, so he will have to wait and get used to it.

The only reason why I made this blog, my god. For some reason I didn't see Johnny in a muzzle yet, so I had to do it myself