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[thesexydolorosa]

I posted 30,613 times in 2022

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I tagged 471 of my posts in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Staring at the wall for the last solid half hour thinking about The Outlaws but as that misery x reese's puffs x cpr meme

Jason singing misery, Roy doing the cpr one, and Kori excitedly behind them chanting about reese's puffs and just having the time of her life

0 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#4

Don't normally do posts of my own here, and think one of the last ones was about our old dog, Max, being put down. Thinking about it made me want to show off our newest family member!

Introducing our new baby, Gizmo! The first few photos are from when we got her, at the beginning of January! She's turning 6 months on the 6th, and I adore her so much. Her favourite thing is to curl up on my belly and I can't fucking wait for the day she tries it and kills me instantly.

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0 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

#3

Is your apple....juiced? Or is it piss again.

You sent me a bottle of piss didn't you

It's fiiiiiiine just take a sip it'll be FINE

2 notes - Posted December 11, 2022

#2

Once a year I can allow a single image of me to exist on the internet. These bitches aint coming off all day happy Homestuck

2 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It's 4/13 and I just remembered I finished my kids! This is the bulk of ocs I made at the ripe age of 12, and now 11 years later they finally all have art! I started doing them as my 2020 new years resolution as a "fuck cringe culture, I'm going to openly like what past me loved" and I finished rhe last of them just before my birthday this year! I love them all so much please look at my kids I'm so proud of them

Still working on actually putting down all their information, since I put it largely on pause while I finished up actually giving them refs and have been giving myself a big break that I Deserve, but I'm so happy they're finally out in the world

2 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

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Papaya (c.b one-shot)

Part one here

Blurb (More BTC!) : He knew you were that out of your mind, when he pushed his way through the house, shouting “Squish? SQUISH!” Over the music as well as he could and he found you being basically fucking molested by some meathead that had a good 6 inches and 75 pounds on him. The sight made him so enraged, it made him see red so quickly, it made him black out in anger. He came to again a few moments later after he uppercut the guy so hard he fell back on his ass, and then punched him in the face so hard that his nose started bleeding.  “Bear?” You said confused 

“See the fucking cup, asshole?” He seethed, everyone was watching now as he dumped the remainder of your icy drink on him and crushed it before throwing it at his shocked face “ the blue cup means she’s taken”

♡ One-shot inspo: Papaya is associated with femininity & strengthening love connections. Hang twigs of papaya wood over a door to keep out evil. Eat papaya with a loved one to intensify your love. Mix papaya leaves with mandrake and burn or use in the bath to reverse hexes and jinxes. ♡ Summary: You & Carmys first time, F/U to 'Very First Time'♡ W/C: 4.7k ♡ A/N: EEEE It's here! The first was recieved so well, & my sweet @carmenberzattosgf requested a part 2 as well as this sweet anon, so I had to indulge! I hope it is everything you wanted <3 Who's ready for some sexy sexy Carmy tomorrow!? I know I am!!! I can't believe this is my last piece before the drought is over...It has gone so freaking fast!!! I can't wait to meet all the new fans that this season brings <3 :) (P.S. If you were tagged, it's BC you asked for a part 2 or are my moot!! <3) P.S - Tumblr was really trying to get me to commit murder while formatting this JFC ♡ Warnings for BTC: SMUT SMUT SMUT, College relationship, childhood best friend trope, virgin!carmy, Fem!/AFAB!Reader, R has long hair, No use of Y/N (r goes by childhood nickname 'squish' ), Drunk men being pervy, Physical violence, Angry Carmy

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You stumbled into the nearest vacant bathroom (with your drink in hand of course) as Miley Cyrus’ We Can’t Stop bumps through the speakers of the frat house so loudly that the floors shook. 

The amount of stinky sweaty bodies and drunk people making out in various corners of the hallway would usually get to you if you weren’t so out of your mind. You weren’t exactly sure which drink you were on yet, but you did know that when your best friend Paisley had challenged you to a keg standoff and you weren’t a quitter, so you couldn’t count just how many beers you had chugged. 

You tried to count on your fingers as you hovered above the nasty toilet seat to pee just exactly how many red solo cups of mostly liquor with a bit of mixer you had consumed. You were distracted by that nasty toilet seat, wondering how the boys that live here don’t gag whenever they come to pee. You were happy that Carmy wasn’t in a frat. You were really happy that Carmy wasn’t in a frat, the guys here were assholes. Most of them, anyway. 

You grabbed your blue cup, that insinuated you were taken or dating someone steady, out with you back into the hot sticky living room, to hear someone (probably paisley, it had to have been paisley or one of your other sorority sisters) had requested they play Girls by The 1975, you tried finding her but got distracted by hands on your waist and “I love your shirt” in your ear. It was a voice you didn’t recognize, you could tell the man towered over you by the way he had to hunch over to talk to you. 

Carmy was bigger then you, but not that much bigger, this guy would probably have a head on Carmy. He had grown just like Mike said he would, and it looked amazing on him. Funnily enough though, even though you had been dating since the week you graduated high school - and you were now juniors in college, he still hadn’t slept with you yet. You often after you left his house to head back to your sorority house since they had a curfew, would cry to your sorority about how he still only wants to do oral. 

He didn’t often want blowjobs unless it was a special occasion, he would tell you your hand is fine and you don’t have to do ‘all that’ even though you wanted to- you figured since he was saying that he didn’t want you to. You weren’t aware - but Carmy was kicking himself in the ass every single day that he hasn’t fucked you the way you deserve yet. He was honestly getting worried he was going to lose you to some guy who would. You had asked him, he had told you that he wasn’t ready to go that far with you yet, that he wanted to wait and make it special. 

But in all reality he was terrified out of his mind. He knew he could make you cum with his mouth, but his dick?! He had to dig his nails into his palms until they near drew blood whenever you put your fucking mouth on him, so if you let him fuck your cunt?! He was worried he was going to cum in 3 strokes and you would laugh and break up with him and tell him you were better off best friends and there goes his only friend and the love of his life and the person he wants to marry. But he found himself asking as he fantasized about marrying you how he was supposed to do that if he can’t even find the balls to fuck you right. 

His anxiety was what led him to calling you 3 times tonight, because you were late - and you were never late - because the two of you wanted to spend as much time as possible together since his schedule was so packed between working at the beef and going to classes part time. He was nowhere near graduating, that was because he was stacking his money away in a savings account that gained interest like Uncle Jimmy taught him, so that his graduation present to you could be the Chicago brownstone you both had talked about having together since high school. 

He found it so incredibly sexy and endearing that you put school first in your life, he wanted to reward you for it. He felt you deserved the world and more, since you were his world. Which is why, after the third nervous stuttering voicemail which is how you could tell he was really nervous, had gone unanswered? He opened the find my friends app and grabbed his brothers keys. 

“Mike I’m going…out!” He called and shut the front door before he could get questions about why the hell he of all people would be leaving the house past 10:00 on a Friday night. He anxiously mapped the location on his phone and hopped in the car. When he got there, though- he couldn’t even park near the house. He had to park a block over and walk because it was so packed with cars. He made sure to lock the car in case any drunkards were to try and sleep in it or think it was there’s, and put on the walking directions. 

Carmen had to deal with drunk behavior well - every night, so being with a bunch of drunk people wasn’t his favorite place to be - but for you he persevered, because what the hell were you doing here. 

You, currently, were inside, grinding on the same guy that had come up to you to Mirrors by Justin Timberlake. You had finished another drink, and forgotten completely it wasn’t your boyfriend behind you - and didn’t even have the mind to ask yourself what he would be doing there. Said boyfriend was currently pushing his way through the kitchen, and rolling his eyes and the ‘single, taken, DTF’ different colored cups on the counter as he tried to find you. 

He knew you were that out of your mind, when he pushed his way through the house, shouting “Squish? SQUISH!” Over the music as well as he could and he found you being basically fucking molested by some meathead that had a good 6 inches and 75 pounds on him. The sight made him so enraged, it made him see red so quickly, it made him black out in anger. He came to again a few moments later after he uppercut the guy so hard he fell back on his ass, and then punched him in the face so hard that his nose started bleeding. 

“Bear?” You said confused 

“See the fucking cup, asshole?” He seethed, everyone was watching now as he dumped the remainder of your icy drink on him and crushed it before throwing it at his shocked face “the blue cup means she’s taken” 

He grabbed your arm gently “squish y’wasted. We're going home” he said firmly but not mean, and you stumbled next to him as people move out of the way since the entire room was privy to what just happened. You weren’t sure what happened all you knew was the man was behind you and then he wasn’t and then carmy was punching him and now you were in the car and Carmy was lecturing you about how worried he was. 

“He could have hurt you, angel. Please- I know it’s college and you can do what you want but I love you and those guys are all assholes, they’ll take advantage of nice girls the second they get a chance. And you’re so sweet squish, you’re too sweet. They don’t deserve to have you over” he squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips for what he knew was probably the hundredth time in the 35 minute car ride back to his house. 

You didn’t say much of anything that could make sense, but he agreed with you anyway. “And theee um. The the- what was I saying?” You look over at him at a red light with a drunk smile, your eyes glazed over from all the alcohol and cheeks hot with the rush of it in your system. 

“I dunno baby but you look cute” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead gently 

“Your knuckles are bleeding, did you hurt them?” You asked, the events from less than an hour prior already having been wiped from your mind. He chuckled a bit, shaking his head 

“M’fine squish, you need some water” he helped you out of the car, supporting most of your weight as you stumbled up the stairs of the Berzatto house, and he unlocked the door. 

“Ooooo you know what I want?” You asked and he smiled as he locked the door behind him and lead you to the kitchen 

“What’s that honey?” He helps you sit down at the table and grabs a glass, filling it with ice water 

“I want a bear special beef sandwich. Pretty please?” He came over and handed you the glass 

“Drink that and we’ll talk about it” he said and you obediently chugged down the glass as he went back to the fridge and got out the beef they didn’t use today at the restaurant and a pan to heat it in 

“This is good” you said, finishing it off and crunching on a piece of ice to which he cringed 

“Ugh y’teeth babe don’t do that!” He scolded as he always did when you munched on ice, taking it from you and filling it again, adding a straw before giving it back so you were less tempted to repeat your actions

He was cutting up a bell pepper for your sandwich when you asked “why won’t you have sex with me?” Which almost made him slice his finger but thankfully he missed it by a centimeter. 

“Who said I won’t” he looked back at you, his cheeks a pretty shade of pink as he flushed with embarrassment. 

“I dunno. You say you’re waiting but I want to and paisley says maybe you’re shy and if m’drunk maybe you’ll wanna do it more but the problem-“ you’re interrupted with a drunk hiccup “with that is, paisley said you have to be drunk too, and you aren’t.” You slurred, struggling to find your straw again to chug down the other half of your second glass of water. 

He stared at you, unsure of what to say and Mikey comes pounding down the stairs per usual and into the kitchen. A bull in a fucking China shop, just like Richie. “Yooo it’s squishy! Sup girl” he came over, giving you a brotherly push to the back of the head and doing the same to Carmy as he walks by to the fridge 

“Hey! You could have killed me I’m drinking!” You slurred, “but I’m asking Carmy why he won’t h-“

“Heyyyy!!! Hey hey squish no we’re not sharing those things” Carmy cuts you off quickly and looks over, shaking his head 

“She’s fuckin gone” Mike said to himself as he grabbed a can of soda 

“Yeah why do you think I’m fuckin having her eat and drink water?” Carmy quips, putting the beef into the bun he’d toasted and adding extra cheese for you on top how he liked it. 

“Mm. Make sure you have a few vomit bags ready I think the last time she was this wasted was her birthday” he headed back up to his room and Carmy sighed to himself, knowing he was right. 

“Who’s vomiting?” You asked, sipping the last few dribbles of water and he set your sandwich in front of you, taking the cup to fill again and you gasp, having forgotten you even wanted the sandwich “I was just gonna ask you to make me one too!” You said excitedly and took a big bite. 

He came back to the table, setting the filled glass down and sitting in the chair next to you, gently rubbing your back “chew it baby Jesus it’s not goin anywhere” he teased and pushed your hair back over your shoulders. 

“I know- it’s just so good” you mumble with your mouth full and he chuckled, shaking his head and wiping some grease that had dribbled down your chin off with the pad of his thumb, wiping it on a napkin. He didn’t know what came over him, maybe it was the fact that you wouldn’t remember - maybe selfishly it was because he knew you’d be brutally honest, but he asked 

“If we did have sex, and I didn’t last very long- would you be upset that you had to finish with my mouth or fingers instead?” His voice was laced with nervous curiosity, but he had to know this to be able to properly navigate having sex since you had been bringing it up more and more often as of late. 

“What?! Upset? I think I’ll cry with joy that I actually can have your dick in me it doesn’t matter how long” you said casually. He wasn’t sure what it was about it, maybe it was the tone of your voice - like it’s an every day thought for you, like you were aching to have him inside of you. Yeah, that was it. The coolness mixed with desperation, it made his cock stiffen a little more than he figured it should have. 

“Mm.” Was all he said, covering himself with his hand, it wasn’t like you would notice, anyway, but he was still ever so shy about you making him aroused - like he was doing something wrong. Even though you were his girlfriend of 3 years and you said I love you multiple times a day to each other. 

While he was helping you shower, and then helping you dress for bed, that was when it hit him. This weekend, his mom would be out of town for some work thing he didn’t care to know the details of, and Mike goes to the casino every Friday and stays out practically until 5 am. He would have the house to himself, and it would be the perfect time to finally have sex. 

He was mapping out in his mind the most romantic way to do it, flowers, candles, music? He told himself he had to do it right and make it a night to remember for the both of you. He had to cook for you - he figured he would make your favorite penne à la vodka, and he wouldn’t tell you about doing it just in case he bitches out. But the amount of thought he was putting into this, if he bitched out he was gonna be extraordinarily angry with himself. 

Your voice pulled him out of his head as if always did “bear” you said sleepily 

“Sup bug” he kissed your head tenderly and rubbed your arm as you nuzzled into his side. 

“Can you turn the tv down m’tired” you mumble into his shirt and he took the remote, turning it off. 

“Love you baby, g’night” he resumed rubbing over your hip as he got lost in his thoughts once again. 

 When the day came, he wasn’t sure how he didn’t bitch out. He thought about it 5 times that day and convinced himself not to, but now, now that you were sat at the table with him, a candle between you, giggling about how ‘romantic’ he had been acting tonight - he felt like a total fucking idiot. 

“I’m sorry, fuck- do you not like it? I read one of sugars magazines she left behind before she moved - they said girls like candles and music” he pushed it to the side and you shook your head, moving it back 

“I love it, bear. I’m just wondering why you’re treating me so special tonight is all, I’d have been a lot more dressed up and pretty if you’d have-“ he cuts you off

“You’re fuckin- y’perfect, squish. I love you, that’s why I’m doin it. I just wanna show you how much” he held your hand and squeezed it gently “you mean everything t’me. Really” he said and kissed your knuckles gently. 

When you made it to his bedroom, you realized he’d hung romantic little white string lights along his headboard to provide more ambient lighting, and that’s when it clicked what was happening. Your heart raced in your chest like a hummingbird trapped in a cage as his hands roam your body. 

You were sprawled out beneath him, both of you down to your underwear, the feeling of his lips nipping, and licking, and biting yours was enough to make you wet, but when his broad hands started palming your tits, his thumbs and forefingers massaging your nipples, you had to squeeze your thighs together to provide your throbbing clit some pressure. You were mewling and whining beneath him, he was panting and grunting into your mouth, your noses bumping with each unexpected kiss. 

“Carmy” you whine into his mouth, reaching to pull one of your hands off of your breast and he pulled away just enough to speak, lapis eyes boring into yours that were no doubt lust blown. 

“Y’good?” He asked gently, kissing the corner of your mouth chastely and eased his grip on your breasts. You moved the hand you were holding down, down, down, tucking his fingers into the waistband of your panties 

“I want you to touch me here…please” you said softly and hook your arm around the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his sandy blond curls as you pull him back for a kiss his breath hitched slightly at the action, his cock twitching at your words which you felt against your thigh, causing you to smile a bit. He cupped your heat with his hand for a moment, causing you to grind onto it needily and he sucked on your bottom lip as he spread your lips to slip his middle finger over your sticky soaked hole, teasing it gently before trailing it up to find the throbbing erect bud. 

You gasped lightly at the contact, back arching a bit and moaning shamelessly, your voice coming out high pitched and whiny “oh yes” you said as he rubbed the pad of his finger back and forth and in circles, alternating between the two in such a way that was making your stomach tighten and thighs shiver. 

“Yeah?” He kissed your jaw “feels good mm? Sound so pretty, princess” he said hotly in your ear, gently nipping at your neck in the way that drove you wild. 

“So good you make me feel so good” you mewl as he moved his finger down again, thrusting it in and out as he does that beckoning motion with the finger and he gently rubbed your clit with his other hand. You sob in pleasure, fisting the sheets with one hand and tugging Carmys hair with the other. 

“Good girl tha’s a good girl” his husky voice and hot breath made you shiver even though with how close your orgasm was- you felt oh so hot. You felt him lick your sternum where he had watched a bead of sweat trailing down and that caused your eyes to open once more, to see his staring back like a round eyed cat. 

“M’gonna cum” you choke out, pulling the sheets harder to avoid hurting him by pulling his hair too hard. This brought a grin to his face, finding your nipple with his lips and sucking on the sensitive bud, just as he adds another finger, speeding up his beckoning motion. Your eyes nearly roll back when you felt his lips on your ear, encouraging you

“Yeah? Yeah pretty girl? Are you gonna cum f’me? Feels sooo good huh. Go ahead princess let me feel you cum on my hand I love it when y’pussy sucks in my fingers it’s so fuckin hot. Y’re so fuckin hot” your jaw fell slack in a silent scream, brows knitted together as he praised you while your orgasm came over you full force. You swore you saw stars behind your lids. 

“Please please please pleaaase bear” you found yourself begging, pulling him up for a kiss and he chuckled into your lips, pulling away enough to ask, 

“Please what, what baby what d’you want?” He cooed sweetly before ravishing your face with kisses which made your thumping, racing heart turn to goo 

“Please fuck me. Please- oh god please I fucking need you inside your fingers aren’t enough I need to feel you.” You begged, your voice was raspy, needy, he never heard anything hotter in his life. 

“Yeah?” He asked sweetly, resting his forehead on yours, nuzzling your nose in a eskimo kiss gently. “Open your eyes” he said softly and dried his hand on the sheets, pushing your sticky, sweat slick hair from your face and cupping your cheeks. Your eyes flickered open to meet his honest blue ones, blown with lust, glazed over with love. “Tell me again, I want to see you when you say it baby, so I know you want this.” He rubbed your jaw tenderly with his thumbs. 

“I want you to show me how much you love me, Bear, please” you said softly and he smiled in the way that showed off his little dimples, to which you kissed it gently before he told you 

“I don’t think there’s a way to show you just how much I love you, because it can’t even be described in words - but I’ll try anything f’you, squish” he kissed your forehead lovingly, lingering for a moment. Your eyes fluttered shut as you soaked in the moment, gently rubbing his back. 

“I love you too, more than words” you said honestly when he pulled away, grabbing a condom from his nightstand drawer and ripping it open with his teeth, an action that had you clenching around nothing, but hopefully that would be resolved in just a moment. 

“Now, if you want to stop just say the word, if you can’t find your words just like…bite me I guess” he teased and you giggled, shaking your head 

“Will do” you watch as he slipped off his boxers, rolling the rubber all the way to the base, he tugged off your panties that had been soaked through, tossing them in his laundry basket since you’d need new ones after which lived in his top drawer, and got between your legs. You watch as he strokes himself a few times with his hand and you felt your throat go a bit dry. What if you were the one to ruin it all because it wouldn’t fit or something? 

“You ok?” He asked gently as he caught you staring and you met his eyes again, putting on a smile and nodding, spreading your legs wider in hopes that might make more room. 

“Amazing. Excited” you said, it wasn’t exactly a lie, but you left off your biggest and most present emotion nervous. 

“Okay…that look says I’m worried so what’s up?” He held your hand, gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb and looking into your eyes. It was impossible to lie when he looked at you like that, even more impossible when you were both butt naked and his dick was in his hand. 

“What if it doesn’t fit?” You asked nervously. He chuckled as if he didn’t believe you, shaking his head

“I’m not that hung, babe. It’ll be fine. Do you care if I touch you?” He asked and you shook your head, swallowing thickly. He knelt on the bed with his left knee, leaning over you and nestling the tip of his cock between your folds and rubbing your wetness up and over your clit, causing a small gasp to leave your lips. He watched you carefully, for any signs of discomfort or that you were having second thoughts. 

Your lips were parted and little puffs of air fan his chin, eyes hooded in pleasure and little squeaks coming out of your throat each time his tip bumped your clit firmly and the ridge of it rubbed back down to swipe over your hole and back up to repeat the assault. You could cum just like this if he did it long enough. “Feels good?” He checked, intertwining your fingers and squeezing your hand lovingly. 

“Uh-huh” was all you could manage to get out and he smiled a bit, kissing your chin gently 

“Want me to try being inside Angel?” 

In response, a needier, whinier “uh-huh” 

He looks down for a moment, grabbing his cock and lining the tip up with your entrance. “Remember what to do?” He triple checked, this time- just a quick nod. He ever so gently eased his way in, his jaw tightening at the way it made his balls feel 10 pounds heavy, his cock twitching at the foreign sensation. He grunted to cover a whine instead, and you squeezed his hand tight, looking down and watching as he slowly pushed his shaft in about a fourth of the way and stopped, looking up at you. Once more. 

“How do you feel baby?” He gently rubbed your clit with his other hand, causing you to clench around him and in turn a unconscious moan tears from his throat “jeeesus fuck” he grunts, hips sinking in further in instinct and you squeak, shifting uncomfortably which made him look down and quickly pull back out to just the tip “sorry- fuck I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened are you ok?” He kissed your wrist. 

“Burning. Kinda. Not a bad, it feels…kinda good? It like…it feels like a good stretch when it almost hurts. And like…full. So full, but like a good full. A fulfilled kinda full, is that weird?” You rambled on all the thoughts swimming in your brain other than ‘cock feels good’  which was the main one. 

“Yeah? Feels good f’me too baby” he leaned in, kissing your lips and sinking in further, half way now. He kept kissing you, gently sucking on your tongue as you got used to the uncomfort of the stretch. “Can I try moving Angel?” He asked , almost into your mouth, you just respond with a huffy hum of agreement before pulling your lips back up to his. He very slowly at first started to thrust and had to let go of your hand to fist the pillow so he didn’t bust right then. 

“Holy fuck” he pants, nuzzling his face in your neck and continuing to rub your clit as he thrusted in and out. The feeling left you breathless, wordless, thoughtless. You were on cloud nine, you could die like this. You felt that sensation of an orgasm coming in your belly again, this was the quickest he’d ever brought you to another. 

“Bear-bear- I’m-“ you whine out, back arching and jaw dropping as his tip brushes your g spot and you nearly cry, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes at the intense pleasure it brought. “Cumming, cumming im cumming” you babbled, as your orgasm took over, clenching and unclenching around his cock in such a way that he literally couldn’t stop himself from spilling into the condom if he tried. 

The whiny grunt he made when he came was the hottest noise you had heard to date and was nothing short of beautiful. He bit down on your neck, sucking a pretty purple bruise into the skin before burying himself to the hilt as he shoots rope after rope of seed into the condom. Your thighs tightened around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders so hard they’d leave moon shaped bruises come morning that he’d proudly walk around the house with at breakfast so Mike could finally believe that he’s not just lying about doing sexual shit with you. 

You wrap your legs around his hips, keeping him there and relishing in the feeling. You felt like he was made for you, you fit together like 2 puzzle pieces. You knew he was your forever, but this solidified it even more. After he fucked you through both of your highs, he pulled out and laid next to you in a heap, panting for a few moments before he finally spoke

“Biggest mistake of my life was waiting so long to do that”

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Howdy howdy.

A little birdie told me requests were open and I had to ask: Can I request Dante with a s/o who’s a cowboy-themed devil hunter?

Love,

Rodeo

notes: and howdy back at you, Rodeo! my, can you guys believe that Rodeo, one of my favorite DMC writers of Tumblr, is here on my humble blog? geez, I got so so happy once I saw you here, please feel very welcome on my lil silly saloon!

this was very fun to make, not gonna lie, took most of the inspiration at my full-time Overwatch's Cowboy (a.k.a Cole Cassidy) lover period, and yeah, Dante with a Cowboy Devil Hunter s/o would be very funny to see hehehehe

i hope you enjoy the ride, Rodeo! <3

♡ tags: gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns, no description of reader's appearance, Cowboy word is gender-neutral as well because yes everybody can be a Cowboy, some fluff I guess, Dante loves you so much and the end have a itty bitty angsty moment.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

This man is over the moon, that's for sure.

We all know Dante had/have a thing for western-themed things (we're all looking at his chaps and cowboy boots in DMC4 at the moment), now imagine him having a S/O who's literally a Cowboy?

He's definitely lovestruck. 

Thinks you're badass, you are badass and no one's changing his mind.

Always mouth wide open of how impressed he is seeing you in action.

Now cut for him showing off as usual so he can impress you too. Don't we all love this man? 

He will wear Dr. Faust most 100% of the time you two go out on missions together. 

"Look, sugar! We match!"

Also had a blast of glee when you wore Dr. Faust once. 

Oh, and he'll wear — not to say steal — your hat too. Loving is sharing. 

Silly goofy cowboy-themed nicknames for you, but most are just romantic and/or cute. 

"I'm your huckleberry, honeypie~" "Indeed, you are, Dante." 

If you ever have a Southern accent, you'll see Dante blushing from pink to cherry-red when you're speaking. He thinks you're voice is so sensual.

Also, yes, please sweet-talk to him — whether in public or not, much for Vergil's dismay —, he'll be a happy demon purring puddle. 

"Who's my lil, sweet daredevil?" (Cut for Dante purring on the background)

Tell me you have a Devil Arm that's a lasso, by the love of Sparda. He'll be astonished and even more over the moon. 

And sure, he'll convince you — a.k.a make his infamous puppy dog eyes — to let him use it.

Yet he also planned to got stuck by it so he can flirt with you. 

"Looks like you got your price, honeysuckle?" "Dante, please, we're in the middle of a mission—"

It doesn't really matter how many Devil Arms you have on store, Dante will convince you to let him use, even if it's just for a bit. He'll let you use his, too, and yes he's mesmerized as heck seeing your proficiency with them. 

I dare to say, he's even more in love with you. 

Let's enter the angst field for a bit, with the classic "Dante knows you're badass yet he's afraid to lose you". He knows you're capable and strong, hell, that's one of the reasons he fell for you; but goddamn, what if you got hurt and he's not there to give you cover as he always does? Fuck, he doesn't even wanna think of the day you decide you're better off without him. 

"My ridin' will always have you there, Dante. Y'know I love you with my heart and soul of coal, honeybun."

He's crying and he's hugging you like it was the last time, that's for sure. He loves you like a country love song. 

Overall, Dante's your huckleberry, you're his honeypie, the love of his life, the step on his groove because you're so smooth. Have a very fun ride with this devilish cowboy! 

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yeah what if. that would be crazy lol

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[yumesei]

Introduction ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ : please read before you follow

Disclaimer : I don't consider myself fictosexual, I love Thresh very much but I see him as a comfort character and am in a happy relationship irl (selfshipping and my bond to Thresh are still very dear and profound to me)

For easier research, you can find find my blog tags : here :3

This account is mainly for my yumeship/selfship stuff, my f/os are :

- Thresh/Erlok Grael ( League of Legends) (main f/o) (non-sharing)

more about it : here <3

- The 141 (CoD) (Yes, all of them tho I'm mostly focused on Soap rn) (selective sharing)

I also have Hannibal (Hannibal NBC) as a platonic f/o (father figure), totally okay with sharing (let's talk about the show together!!!).

Little fun fact : I create alternate universes of my yumeship for every of his skinlines ♡

I do write fics for my selfship on ao3 but would rather not link it here, if you find them by change don't hesitate to tell me tho!!

I don't use an OC but a self-insert, I also sometimes self-insert as Riamu Yumemi (Idolmaster) and Sparkle (Honkai Star Rail - but ways less than Riamu)

I am anti-harassment over fiction and do enjoy medias and ships with darker themes. Considering who my f/o is, my selfship can be toxic and/or nsfw too, if you are uncomfortable with that, just block me for your own comfort ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

I am also pro-fujoshi and don't believe in all that "its fetishizing" bullshit, I love myself a good yaoi ♡

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[kikufuku01]

I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 11 Toxic in You ♡♡♡ Part 12 Taste of Your Tears series m. list

Reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

Warnings: Angst, alcohol and weed intake, violence

Taglist is open, just message me if you'd like to be tagged in upcoming posts! Must be 18+!

A/N: Also, idk if tumblr. updated or changed, but in my last post, I've tried tagging some accounts and it won't show at the bottom when I view in the app but if I go to a safari page, the tags will show. So if I tag in this post and it doesn't show, I'm truly sorry!

You’re a wuss. Kaede will be here at any moment, and you really don’t want her to see you like this. You can already picture it. She’ll come here all bright and bubbly, see the mess that you are, feel the horrible vibes and catch on to what’s been going on. You don’t need another person going off on you, so you need to book it. Just standing here has you shaking in what, exactly. Anger? Fear?

You take a good look at what he’s wearing. Sukuna has always dressed up in street fashion, but there’s something slightly different to him. Maybe you’re overanalyzing it, but there’s a touch of Kaede to him. Is that weird? The more you think about it, the more everything just falls into place. There’s something going on for sure, so, while Sukuna’s back is turned to you, you take the chance and run as fast as you can. You don’t bother to look back, and you don’t have to, because unlike before, there aren’t a second pair of feet running after you anymore. Another thing to feel sad about, but that’s okay.

You’re trying to empty your head as you run down streets and alleys, not caring where your feet take you. Your vision is so blurred that it’s hard to see, but you’ve managed to maneuver just fine up until now.

“Oof!”

Both you and the person you’ve bumped into let out the same noise and he quickly reaches out to stabilize you, “careful there.”

Fucking great. Are you stuck in hell or something?! Why do you keep running into people you don’t want to see?

When the man takes a closer look at you, he pouts, “oh, it’s you, angel face. Don’t tell me you’re drunk again, it’s barely seven.”

He checks the time on his phone once more - just to make sure, and then nods at you, “you okay there?”

“I’m fine,” you respond, trying to sound firm.

How did you even manage to bump into this dude? In this area?

You take a closer look at your surroundings, “why are you here?”

Satoru hums a little, “just closed up my shop not too long ago. I was planning to hang out with a few friends, but I think you need some company.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. Go on with your day.”

You dab away the welling tears with your hands as you try to walk past him, but he grabs at your forearm, “come on, angel face. I know a sad face when I see one.”

There isn’t any strength left in you to resist, so you let Satoru drag you to a parking garage. Your eyes light up a bit at the sight of him moving towards a motorcycle.

“You know how to ride?”

Satoru’s grin grows wider, “I wouldn’t have one if I didn’t know how.”

A soft scoff-like laugh comes out at his answer, “true but,” you poke at his back, “rich people like you like to buy everything for show.”

Satoru feigns offense and swats your hand away sassily, “excuse me, but you come from a family of money too. You’re quite privileged, aren’t you?”

“Whatever.”

He sits on the motorcycle and hands you the helmet, “you’re gonna need it more than me.”

You accept the helmet but stay standing, “don’t you need it? What about your eyes?”

Satoru pulls out a pair of goggles from his jacket and giggles like a child, “nah, I got these babies right here. Hop on, I’m hungry.”

You must admit, the start of the ride was a bit scary. At first, you refused to hold him tightly in case you’d end up hurting him, but he insisted you hold on for dear life unless you had a death wish. As a joke, you loosened up your hold even more, causing him to scoff.

“Girl, I don’t have time to bury you. This stomach is hungry,” he shouts over the wind.

You hold his waist tightly with one arm and stretch out the other to feel the velocity of the wind, “just dump me in a ditch or something!”

Right at that moment, Satoru makes a sharp turn around the corner and it makes you squeal whilst your other arm wraps around his waist to keep you from falling. He shrugs, “after I eat, then!”

The thrill of the ride is quite exciting. It made it easier to forget about what had just happened, and you’re thankful towards Satoru for that. He ends up taking you to a convenience store; not that you mind. He mindlessly pushes out the kickstand with his foot and hops off, turning around to help you get off as well. You both enter, not paying any mind to the employee who greets you.

“Pick out anything you want,” Satoru says in a candy sweet tone as he zooms through the aisles.

You don’t pick much, opting for cup ramen and some onigiri. After settling in the seats, you both begin to dig in.

“Sorry I didn’t bring ya somewhere fancy. I was craving this way before I bumped into you.”

“I don’t mind, thanks for paying.”

He takes a bite out of his sausage stick and focuses on the people outside that pass by, “so, you wanna tell me why you were running and crying?”

You sigh, “not really. It’s a long, long story.”

His head tilts to the side as he speaks, “yanno, I haven’t known you for a while but it’s kinda easy to see through you. Instead of making things harder for yourself, why don’t you just talk about it?”

Then his judgy little eyes narrow on you, “don’t tell me you got a kink for pain.”

“Course not,” you laugh, “I wouldn’t even know.”

You take the chance to slurp up your noodles while he continues to stuff his face with savory junk. He swallows the mixed mush of food, “I’m always open ears, if you need it. We’re friends, right?”

My gosh… the ptsd of those words right now. Kazuya pops up into your mind once again and the little appetite that you had has now subsided. Satoru notices your gloomy mood but chooses to keep quiet. He’ll wait for you to talk. Will you take the bait?

“You said you’re close to Sukuna?”

Well, you took the bait, but it’s not what he expected to hear. He sticks his tongue out, “indeed.” He points towards your cup ramen, “you gonna finish that?”

“It’s yours.”

You lazily slide the ramen towards him, “have you hung out with him recently?”

Ahhh, maybe this is going in the direction he wants. Satoru giggles and holds his chin, acting as if he’s thinking, “here and there. Kaede’s always there too.”

He sees the way your eyes light up at her name and continues, “I kept asking about you, but they said you were busy. To be honest, I thought you didn’t want to be my friend anymore.”

Both of your palms lay flat against the tabletop and you can’t help but openly show your true expression, a soft grimace, “wow, you’re really stupid.” You tap his shoulder twice, “only you would be worried over something so trivial.”

Satoru’s jaw hangs open, “that’s rich coming from you.” He shakes his head though and laughs aloud, “why are you asking?”

You’re sick of being speechless. Your left leg is bouncing so fast under the table due to your nerves that you’re afraid Satoru will make fun of you, however, that’s not what should concern you. You drop all of your current waves of emotion and stare at him with dead eyes.

“How do they interact, Sukuna and Kaede?”

This time Satoru does take a minute to respond, as he’s digging deep in his brain to remember each and every interaction. When he’s done searching, he leans on one fist, “they’re kind of playful, maybe like…” he drags out the last word but then chirps up again, “like the day we all met! The haunted house, if you remember. Though they’re a little more playful, other than that, they don’t do anything different from usual.”

Tap… tap… tap…

The sound of your nail taps against the table. Suddenly you feel everything too much. The air conditioning in here is too high and the goosebumps rise on your forearms, the noodles you had were too salty and now you’ve got a bitter taste in your mouth. Like a nightmare, you see the vision of them dancing closely in the club and your heart tightens.

“Are you sure?”

His icy eyes scan over you while his mouth falls to a small ‘o’ shape, “do you know something I don’t?”

Alright, maybe he’s just oblivious, or could it be that Sukuna and Kaede have only recently started acting like that with each other. You force yourself to smile at him, “nevermind what I asked, I’ve been occupied.”

“Oh, that's right!”

Satoru beams brightly at you and leans over, getting all up in your face with his crazy beautiful eyes, “you had a friend that you were talking to. Sukuna didn’t mention him too much, but Kaede gossiped like crazy. It was as if a kettle had broken and all the tea came spilling out.”

This catches your attention and you furrow your brows at him, all while placing both hands on his shoulders to push him back for personal space, “what kind of gossip?”

He sassily waves his hand around as he says, “well, nothing bad, just that you were too busy with your friend, Kazuya–” he cuts himself off to get in your face again, a funny grin on his lips, “to hang out with us!”

“Please,” you end up laughing at his silliness and shove him away again, “I’m sure you had fun either way. And besides…”

You don’t know why you’re about to tell him this. It could be because you need someone to vent to. You blow a few raspberries, “I let him go.”

This is where Satoru is a liiittle confused. He wears a thin smile while his eyes ask for more information.

“Kazuya, I mean. I couldn’t continue with him– and please don’t make me feel like shit for it. I already feel horrible, so please don’t comment.”

“I won’t,” Satoru shifts in his seat, “jeez, I didn’t bring you here to judge you. What kind of man do you think I am?!”

You give him a pout, “I’m sorry, it’s just been a rough day. Do you think you can take me home?”

After helping him to clean his trash, he crosses his arms and looms over you, “that depends. Are you gonna hang on or?”

You sock his arm gently and laugh louder than intended, “please shut up.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Ugh, what a headache. Sukuna hasn’t talked to you since that last incident. Neither of you bothered to reach out and that was fine with him. Anyway, what’s up with everyone being late these days? Satoru’s dumb ass didn’t even bother to shoot him a text and now he looks like an alcoholic, buying all this booze for what. When he’s done, he goes back home and lounges on the living room couch with music blaring through expensive speakers.

He waits for another twenty minutes before he finally hears his doorbell and he buzzes him in through the gate from inside. In walks the joke of a man that he is (he’s kidding), round circular glasses hanging on his nose bridge, his hair down loose, an oversized black tank and some sweatpants.

“Sorry, traffic.”

What a shit lie.

Sukuna glares halfheartedly, “shut the fuck up, Satoru.”

The white-haired friend rolls his eyes in annoyance and plops down beside him, “you guys are so mean, you know that?”

He shoves Satoru away from him and sits up straight, “who?”

At the same time, Satoru nudges him, “who else?! You and y/n, for crying out loud. Y’all are always telling me to ‘shut up.’ You shut up!”

Y/n… he doesn’t want to think of you, but it’s kind of hard not to with Satoru yapping away about you. He decides to cut Satoru short, “wanna smoke?”

“Alright,” Satoru agrees.

They sit together with no words, only choosing to listen to the song that plays. Satoru’s head begins to bounce along, “what song is this?”

“Soulchef - Write this Down x Dead wrong. It’s a remix.”

Sukuna skillfully rolls a joint and hands it to him with a stone face. Satoru brings the joint to his lips and lights it, breathing out a puff of smoke. He decides to be a little greedy at first, choosing to take another three puffs before eventually passing it back.

“Let’s drink too,” Satoru sings.

This isn’t a new occurrence. It’s something they do every here and there, just that today, it’s only them two, no one else. They don’t bother to dine first, instead choosing to drown themselves in the bitter beverage and hazy smoke.

Truthfully, Sukuna and Satoru have lost track of time. They’ve been drinking for a while now and they’re probably on their third joint. Yeah, not a really wise choice, but Sukuna felt like he needed it. While he’s seeing tunnel vision, Satoru takes it upon himself to bring you up again, for his own entertainment, of course.

“I ran into y/n not too long ago.”

“Cool.”

That’s it? That’s all he spits out? Where did all the possessiveness go? It’s a question Satoru easily knows the answer to, but it still amazes him how stupid you two are. He tries again, “yup, I let her ride on my motorcycle and then we ate together.”

Sukuna groans to himself, feeling an ounce of irritation at the mention of your name, but he still manages to respond, “where?”

“Convenience store.”

“Pffft!” Sukuna cannot help but laugh out loud. In fact, his laugh is so loud that it echoes all throughout downstairs. It startles Satoru momentarily but he quickly recovers, “what’s wrong with quick food?”

Sukuna snickers, his mood a little delirious due to his haze, “why didn’t you get her something real to eat?”

Satoru clicks his tongue at him and chugs the rest of his beer, “what does it matter, she still ate.” He snatches the joint from Sukuna’s fingers and takes a long inhale, filling his lungs and holding it for as long as he can before releasing. “Anyway,” he continues, rubbing his nose as he does so, “she asked me about you and Kaede.”

“She did?”

That’s probably the quickest that Sukuna has responded all night. He cocks his head towards Satoru, “why did she ask?”

Since Satoru is feeling lazy and wants to bask in this bliss, he’ll hurry up and get this over with. With another click of his tongue, he speaks, “I dunno, maybe because she hasn’t been around much? She also stopped seeing her friend, Kazuya too. Oh, and I forgot to mention, she looked like she needed a pat on the back.”

He huffs a sigh, “her eyes were puffy as fuck.”

Sukuna has no idea why Satoru feels the need to spill every single detail, but he just goes along. At first, he’s fine with what he said, until he rethinks about it. Did he just say you stopped seeing Kazuya? That’s right, that’s exactly what he said. But why is he bothered? It’s not like it matters now.

While Satoru is dazed in his own world, Sukuna reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a baggie. It contains three little pills. Correction, three little happy pills that take him away from reality. His eye flicks towards Satoru and then back to the plastic bag as he ponders whether he should take it or not. He’s already crossfaded, so he should probably put it away. The moment Satoru’s head turns towards him, he quickly slips it back into his pocket and acts as if nothing happened.

“Let’s invite Kaede and y/n,” Satoru suggests with a slur.

He shakes his head, “nah. Kaede’s on a family trip.”

Satoru smirks slyly, “and y/n?”

“No clue.”

“Man,” Satoru lures, “what happened with you guys? One second you’re inseparable and the next, you’re worlds apart.”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches and the urge to become violent is on a very thin line. He’s still mad at you. He’s very angry at you. How dare you prance around and act as if it is you who is hurt. The more he thinks about you, the more upset he becomes.

He sends Satoru an icy glare and pops open a new can of bear, “drop it.”

Satoru’s hands come flying up in less than a second and he backs off with a dopey grin. He starts again, “then, what are you and Kaede? You guys seem closer than before.”

“We aren’t anything,” Sukuna confirms, his frown growing deeper.

The white-haired male sends him a sugary smile, but his tone drops to something of seriousness, “y/n seems to think otherwise~”

“That’s her problem.”

Satoru pushes himself off the couch so that he can lean in Sukuna’s direction; so that he can look Sukuna right in his face, “is it now?”

He lifts his left leg and lays it over Sukuna’s thigh, acting as annoying as he possibly can, “think I don’t know about your lovely little wallpaper? You’re not slick, Sukuna.”

Sukuna slaps his hand right above Satoru’s knee and he squeezes as hard as he can, getting an immediate reaction. Satoru’s face scrunches up as he screams, “that hurts, dude!”

“So get your ugly, lanky legs off of me, you blue-eyed freak.” He releases Satoru’s leg after shoving him off, “and quit snooping through my fucking phone.”

“I didn’t snoop!” Satoru retorts.

He snatches Sukuna’s drink and tastes it for himself, “I saw it a while ago. If she isn’t anything to you then you might as well change your wallpaper to something else.”

It’s funny how Sukuna can’t argue back. He doesn’t want to change it. If he does, it’ll be like he’s really letting go but he just can’t stop being angry with you. Every time Satoru mentions you, his ears itch and he feels like punching him for not listening. With one last glare, he takes his drink back, “shut the fuck up.”

♡ ♡ ♡

How long have they been slumped here? Seriously, it’s probably been like, hours. They aren’t crossfaded anymore and have had time to sober up, so Sukuna whips his phone out to stare at the time. This whole time, he couldn’t get stupid you out of his head. And yup, he’s made up his mind.

“You ready to leave any time soon?”

Satoru over exaggerates his frown while crossing his arms, “you are so rude. First you invite me here and now you’re kicking me out. What if I was still drunk?”

“Satoru.”

“Alright, alright, I got it.”

He stands up and huffs, “I’ll leave so you can sulk and marinate in negative feelings, you big ol’ grump!”

Sukuna laughs softly and grabs a couch pillow. He quickly tosses it and hits Satoru in the back of his head, but it hits him harder than he expects.

“Oh no you didn’t.”

Satoru spins around and quickly grabs the pillow. He throws it at the speed of light and hits Sukuna right in the face, “sucka~”

The door opens before Sukuna can get him back and he’s a bit upset that he didn’t get the last hit, but it’s whatever. Back to whatever was on his mind and ah, that’s right. He stands from the couch and marches up the stairs with his heavy feet. He kicks off his house slippers and enters his room.

Is he really gonna do this?

Sukuna sits on the edge of his bed to calm his racing mind. Sure, he’s sobered down, but is he really sure about this? He hunches over a bit and rubs his face with both his hands, “here we go.”

His heart drops with every step that he takes to his dresser but he chooses to ignore it. His fingers latch onto the handle and he hesitates, just for a second. It’s just a fucking necklace, what’s so hard about this? With that in mind, he yanks the drawer open and grabs the little silk bag. His thumb traces over the gold accents while his chest swells from the memory of you first giving it to him. Why did you guys have to become this way?

Sukuna shakes his head and opens the bag, takes the necklace out and then shoves it into his pocket. It’s almost nine, so he should hurry. It’d be faster to be driven to your house, but he prefers to walk. That way he can clear his mind and think it over again.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna stares at your gate. He should really just turn around and leave you be but he’s already climbing over it. “Oof,” he lets out as he lands. There’s a sting to his ankles but he doesn’t care. Should he be more careful so that he’s not seen? Yes. Does he care right now? No.

He takes a closer look around and notes that the upstairs is completely dark, meaning no one is up there. He decides he’ll scope out the area a bit more, just in case you have company. Just as he thought, it’s almost completely silent. He’d question if you were even home, but the living room light is on, indicating you might be there.

Sukuna shoves his hand into his pocket and clutches the necklace one last time before making it back around to your bedroom window. Fuck. It’s locked. Okay, he should go home. Despite thinking that, his hands try it again, lifting as hard as possible.

“Damn it,” he growls, gently punching the glass.

He turns around to leave. One step, two steps, three steps. Sukuna freezes in place and then swivels back around. He marches towards your front door with quick steps and rings the doorbell not once, but four times. He can hear your bitching getting louder, which means you’re almost at the door.

“Who the fuck–”

Your voice dies down the moment your eyes make contact with him. What the hell is Sukuna doing here? Your eyes flutter quickly to make sure you’re not seeing things, but he isn’t disappearing. He’s really here.

Your mind blanks out momentarily, “why are you here?”

Sukuna ignores you and pushes past you to enter. After successfully getting by, he takes the door handle from your hand and closes it, locking it as quick as he can. Your dull eyes become filled with irritation when Sukuna starts walking towards your bedroom.

“Where the hell are you going?” you shout as you angrily follow after him.

He gently pushes your bedroom door open and walks in, his fingers flipping the lights on as soon as he can. Shit, his mind is racing as he’s doing all of this. He can barely make out what the hell you’re saying. While he stands near your bed, you stand near the door to keep your distance. Gosh, it’s always you. This fuels his anger once again and digs into his pants pocket.

Without warning, he angrily throws the item at you and your quick reflexes make you catch it. You don’t look at what he threw. Instead, you keep your cold glare, “what is this?”

“The necklace,” he coldly says.

Sukuna turns away from you, so that he can’t see your face, “I no longer need it.”

A sudden burst of energy flows through you and you squeeze the necklace in your palm while angrily stomping towards him. You raise your hand and throw the necklace right at his face, causing it to scratch his right cheekbone, making it bleed lightly.

“Ouch,” he flinches. Sukuna’s hand comes flying towards his face to touch the new wound, “what the fuck was that for?!”

There aren’t even tears in your eyes. You don’t feel sad, you don’t feel like crying at all. What you feel is just pure anger. Whatever you’ve bottled up in all these months just ends up exploding in both your faces.

“Fuck you!”

Sukuna bends down and swoops up the necklace from the floor. He dangles it in your face, “you just cut my face with the necklace!”

Your eye twitches as you shove his hand away from you, “throw it away! Why bother giving it back?!”

Sukuna furrows his eyebrows at you, “don’t you want it?” He looks at the trident with a soft gaze, “last I remember, you liked the necklace just as much.”

The situation right now isn’t funny at all, yet you can’t help but laugh out loud at him.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

The tone of your voice is laced with venom and Sukuna fucking hates it. The eyes that used to stare at you so softly now glare at you as if you’re a murderer, “how so?” he taunts.

“If you liked the necklace so much then why are you returning it? It obviously doesn’t mean shit to you, so throw it away. It’s just a piece of garbage anyway,” you sarcastically argue. You look at the necklace as it hangs from Sukuna’s hand and feel your heart break. At the end of the day, it is just a stupid necklace. One you paid a hefty sum for, sure, but still.

“Actually, give it.”

You snatch the necklace from his hands and spin around to toss it but Sukuna chases after you, “what are you doing?”

Your voice cracks as you answer him, “I might as well throw it out for you. That way you’ll feel less guilty about it, so get out of my face.”

Sukuna tries to take the necklace back, but you dodge him, “I didn’t want to throw it away, I wanted to give it back to you.”

Damn, now you can feel the tears welling up. This whole thing just irritates you even more so you’re prone to cry out of anger and frustration as you argue back.

“Well it’s trash, so I’m dumping it.”

Again, you shove past him. Sukuna is bigger than you in more than many ways, so he easily stops you and steps in front, “what’re you doing?” He tries to reach for the necklace again, “give it back if you don’t want it!”

When he can’t take it from you, he gets frustrated, “give it back, y/n!”

“Why should I?!”

“Because it’s mine!”

You scoff, “not anymore. Did you already forget?”

Your free hand comes to angrily poke at his chest, “are you stupid?” You jab at him again, “is it crack? Is it crack that you smoke?”

Sukuna thinks he might as well at this point. He grabs your wrist and holds it in place, “piss off.”

“You piss off, eyesore.”

Ouuu, he really wants to fucking hit someone or something. Eyesore? Him? You’ve gotta be kidding. All of this is mainly your fault, so how dare you get upset at him. He originally did all of this for you. You’re spiteful and full of jealousy. While he firmly holds your wrist in place, he inhales then exhales to calm himself, “why are you so mad?”

“Shut up,” you softly mutter.

Sukuna stays quiet so the both of you can calm down on your own. With all the shouting earlier, it’s clear as day that neither of your parents are home. He wasn’t completely sure before, but now he is; not that it matters. He sees that you’re still holding the necklace as tight as you can and it’s clear to him that you don’t plan to let go anytime soon.

“You’re jealous of Kaede. Admit it.”

Ugh, you’re so tired of talking in circles now. You look at him with tired eyes, “I am. I’m so greedily jealous, Sukuna.”

Why does a part of him spark up at that? He manages to keep his face the same, “and why is that, hm?”

“I just am.”

This makes Sukuna sigh, a heavy groan escaping his throat, “tell me the truth, be honest with yourself.”

Last time you said you liked him and now you can’t speak up? What the hell is wrong with you?

“What, can’t talk now?” he taunts, “you’re attracted to me, just fucking admit it.”

“I am attracted to you,” you plainly admit, “I’ve always been.”

Great, this is finally getting somewhere. Last time you spoke in circles, saying you didn’t know or this and that. His head dips down, “so why did it take you this long? Why did you wait until now?”

Because of Kaede and Kazuya. Because you don’t know what Kaede is to Sukuna. The tears finally spill out as you speak, “because I’m selfish and greedy.”

Sukuna’s turns to look at you and you do the same thing at the same time. Another tear falls, “because I want you all to myself, even when I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re right,” Sukuna monotonously says, “you don’t deserve me.”

It’s so stupid that your heart continues to shatter but you take advantage of Sukuna’s hold on your wrist loosening to pull your hand back, “I know that you like Kaede, but I just needed to let this out.”

Though it’s a shaky one, you try your best to smile, “let’s pretend like this never happened.”

You’re almost out the door but Sukuna isn’t having it. He takes big steps after you “fuck no, get your ass back here.”

Every memory with you flashes before his eyes and he remembers Satoru’s words. He said you stopped seeing Kazuya, right? Sukuna grabs your forearm, spinning you around and you gasp with the action.

“Sukuna, what’re you– mphh?!”

It happened so fast, the way his left hand reached for the back of your head, the way his right hand that held your forearm pulled you towards him and the way his soft lips clashed against yours while your body slammed against his. The moment you realized what had just happened, you began to pound and punch at his hard chest to no avail. When he finally released you, you backed up to catch your breath.

“What– why did you do that? Why did you kiss me?!”

His gaze softens at you, but his tone is still cold, “why are you acting so shocked? Why do you keep making a fool out of me? Don’t play with me, y/n.”

Your heart aches at the thought of Kaede and what she’ll think of you, and you hate yourself for enjoying the thrilling rush of his kiss.

“I’m not! I was just admitting my jealousy–”

Sukuna cuts you off, “you’re in love with me, y/n.”

He takes another step towards you, “you aren’t jealous in a platonic way. Don’t tell me you’re a toxic lover.”

“I–”

“There’s only one way to find out, sweetheart.”

No. Why does your heart pound faster when he says this? You glance at him with tearfilled eyes, “then what about Kaede?”

Sukuna hates how your voice quivers. He hates that you keep bringing her up. He raises his hands and wipes your tears away while whispering, “what about her? She’s not you.”

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[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode eight: WONDERFUL BULLOCKS.

tumblr keeps trying to silence me and i soon will sue im sick and tired.

#anyways i just realized i messed up the header the writing 7 instead of 8 pls pretend it’s not there

hows everyone doing i know this chapter is a bit overdue but hey at least i managed to get something out am i right or what good god i hate it here.

y/n got haters yikes !! how uncool do you have to be to not like y/n like damn

gotta love owen and y/n’s stupid shit they’re so cute i love them

“can I at least get up? I want water” you say.

Hunter hasn’t left your side since you passed out after Raw. he even went as far as kicking Chyna out of your room so he can be close in case you needed anything.

“no. you stay here, I’ll get it for you” he says. damn, okay. well, since you were going to have a big, strong man refuse to leave your side he might as well play his role to the fullest. as soon as Hunter stepped back into the room with a glass of water you sunk under your blanket, forcing yourself to shiver as hard as you can.

“Y/n? are you okay?” he asked placing the cup on the nightstand, he sat next to you and rubbed your shoulder.

“better not be a fever or something. are you cold, angel?” he asks, and you nod. he gets up again, seemingly to turn up the heating but you grab his arm.

“come lay next to me” you tug on his arm, he smiles. Hunter slides under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you close. he was always so warm.

you were tired, you couldn’t deny that, but you were falling asleep quicker than you thought. Hunter was quietly talking about something stupid he and Shawn did but your eyes were failing you.

Shawn and Hunter were growing closer day by day, they were close to being inseparable. you and Shawn were very slowly beginning to get along, he was still quite unbearable but he wasn’t as loud and obnoxious as he usually is.

sometimes you’d catch him staring at you intensely you’d think he’s zoned out, but he’d smile and look away. it felt like he was planning something or trying to follow along with something but you couldn’t put your finger onto it.

frankly, he sometimes straight up scared you because what the hell?

“what’s up with Shawn?” you mumble rubbing your eyes, Hunter looks down at you confused. as far as he’s concerned, Shawn is doing just fine. “what do you mean?” Hunter asks.

you tiredly shrug, “he’s been… off”. you didnt know how to explain it but Shawn hasn’t been acting like himself, you didn’t hate him for it, thank god he’s been calmer but damn it if it wasn’t freaking you out.

“like what?” Hunter asks, you shrug again. “you know… he kinda just sits there - and stares - he seems quite reserved” you say. Hunter hums.

he noticed it too, should he tell you?

“what’s that about?” you ask, well its not like he’s losing anything.

“y’know how him and Sunny have had a thing?”, you nod. “well.. Shawn is kinda really into this other girl, but Sunny isn’t uhm..” Hunter trails off.

you sit up, “isn’t…?”

Hunter sighs, “she isn’t taking that very well” he leans back. “Sunny sees her as the competition, since she’s the original diva and all that” Hunter explains.

you looks down at your hands, … is this about you?

you hum and lay against Hunter’s chest, “right” you mutter.

3:09 pm, central London.

London was always a fun time. you’ve come here several times in your time with New Japan and more on your own, it’s was always sweet.

you’re more excited about being with your friends in this time, well, four friends and the man child that tagged along. seriously, for fucks sake, can Shawn Michaels ever not whine?

“Chynaaaaaaa” he dragged, Chyna was sick and tired. the moment the plane landed she immediately caught a cold, she was tired of Shawn’s constant whining and him breathing on her neck.

“what the fuck is it this time?” she asks, irritated. Shawn huffs, “are we there yet?” he asks, Chyna turns to him and squeezes his face. “am I the one who’s fucking driving? ask Y/n. or are you scared of getting smacked again?” she taunts.

Shawn pulls away from her and huffs again, “as if” he boasts, “then why aren’t you talking to me?” you asks, your eyes meeting in the rear view mirror. Shawn is flustered and instantly looks away, “because!” he reasons.

you were driving because you knew London better than the rest of them. Shawn was sitting directly behind you, Hunter was in the passenger’s seat, and Chyna was squished between Shawn and a sleeping Lita.

it’s a quite for a while, apart from the occasional chatter between you, Hunter and Chyna, and Lita’s light snores.

“Y/nnnnnnnnn” Shawn whined, you raise an eyebrow. “so you aren’t scared of me?” you smile, “pfft, no I’m not. I’m hungry” Shawn said, you grab your bag that was sitting on Hunter’s lap and give it to Shawn.

“there’s chips and a juice box in there” you say, “and stop fucking whining before I pull the fuck over” you threaten, “yes ma’am!” Shawn said as he opened the bag. you slapped the wrestling ability out of his body the other day, but he’s giving out for a bag of chips?

an actual child.

“where’d you get this car anyway?” Hunter asks, “from Davey” you answer. “oh right, he’s bri’ish innit” Hunter says with the shittiest british accent ever, it’s almost scottish. “don’t ever in your fucking life-” you laugh, “a bo’o o wota!” he exclaims.

“it’s chewsdae innit bruv” he continued mocking Davey while Chyna and Shawn cracked up in the back and you held back the urge to join him.

“we’ll gaur to thee pub and get drunk til dawn, eh?”

“why is he talking like that?” Lita asked, rubbing her eyes. “he thinks he’s funny” Shawn deadpans, “I am funny!” Hunter counters.

see? fun. so, very fun. this is going to be a long day.

“guys, are we there yet?” Lita asks, Chyna groans. “oh, don’t start you”, Hunter laughs. “we’re here”.

well this isn’t bad.

you’re in your own room this time, this girls are on completely different floors. Chyna was on the second while Lita was on the sixteenth, you were on the eighth. Shawn was the only person on the same floor as you but he was still down the hallway, the only other people were the Hardy brothers but you barely knew them.

you’re not liking that fact that you have to get used to this, you and the girls always roomed together! you were going to be bored as fuck for the rest of the day, or until you three figure out a way to be together without anyone noticing.

apparently, sharing a room isn’t allowed anymore because some people with getting into petty fights and left rooms trashed, and Vince isn’t paying a dime out of pocket to fix anything.

to be honest, fair enough.

but hey, they didn’t say visits aren’t allowed. you’re laying down on your bed, you look down at your self, you were only wearing an oversized “Chyna Syndrome” shirt and no pants. “fuck.” you mutter.

do you need to wear pants? the shirt went down to your knees basically. “tsk” you get up and slide on your crocs.

on your way out you grab a bottle of water and lock the door behind you. at the end of the hall you can see Shawn leaving his room, more like sneaking out of his room. he waved at you with a half smile and you wave back with a confused look.

“where are you headin’?” he asks leaning against his door, “Lita’s” you say approaching him, Shawn shakes your hand for some reason …okay? “and you?” you ask, “I’m going to-”

then you hear a door loudly slam behind you.

“heyyyy y/n” her voice glees.

oh, for fucks sake man.

you both look behind you, “oh” you mumble looking at Shawn. “hey.. Sunny” you say looking at the ground, scratching your neck. “no, no, no! Hunter! I’m going to hang out with Hunter not her” Shawn quickly answers.

the second Sunny saw you with Shawn her stomach did a flip. Shawn was replacing her with you! he’s been slipping away from her since the moment you arrived and the only times he was with her were, as Shawn said, “to make Y/n jealous”.

you didn’t give two fucks, she knew you didn’t. she didn’t like you not one bit. first you come in and you’re treated like the federation’s priority, then you’re given the women’s title on your debut, everyone seems to really fucking like you and you’re stealing her man who’s not her man now?

too much.

Sunny narrowed her eyes at you, she couldn’t tell if you were leaving Shawn’s room or if you’re about to go in, but your clothes told her a lot. you’re only wearing a big shirt and Shawn wore a snapback and khaki shorts without a shirt.

well, well, well.

“how are you babe?” Sunny asks as she leans in for a hug, she squeezes you for a bit. she looks at you with a slight frown as she passive aggressively interrogates you about your day.

Shawn’s knees were on the verge of giving out from under him. the girl he wants nothing to do with and the girl he’d kill himself trying to get an ounce of attention from in the same place. what kind of hellish dream is this?

“I see you two are …close.” Sunny says eyeing you and Shawn, you and Shawn scramble to explain you don’t really like each other but are in the same friend group. “oh, so are you like hanging out or hanging out?” she asks.

“excuse me?” you make a face, “of course we are!” Shawn chirps, “we’re actually going to Lita’s room right now!”.

who the fuck is we?

���we?” you ask looking at him, “of course we baby!” Shawn smiles, “baby?” Sunny glares at Shawn. Shawn who wanted the floor to crack beneath him and swallow him whole. “yup!” he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the elevator.

“bye Sunnies! see you later! hopefully never!” Shawn mumbled the last part as he pushed you into the elevator.

what the hell was that interaction?

“what are you doing?!” you yank your hand away from Shawn. “this chick won’t leave me alone!” he reasons, you click the button to the sixteenth floor. “I don’t even like her!”. you shrug and shake your head, “that ain’t got nothing to do with me”

“oh, it does” Shawn chuckles. “what?” you ask, Shawn takes off his snapback and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on. “don’t worry about it.”

“fine.”

it’s silent for a bit, then he speaks up again.

“do you really wanna know?”, of course he cracked. you roll your eyes, “no shit” you huff, “I’ll tell you if you’re nice to me” he crosses his arms over his chest. you look at him confused.

“I am nice to you! I offered to drive you here”

“you drove the whole group here”

“I gave you my food”

“you’re always giving someone something”

“… at least I’m not an asshole to you!”

“you slapped the hair colour off of me three days ago!”

you lean against the gold metal of the elevator, “well, let’s be real here, you deserved that” you point to him. “now tell me!”

“be nice to me first!” he demands, “I am! what more do you want from me?!” and Shawn smirks, aw hail.

“nah man” you wave him off, and he laughs. “nah, I’d rather die” you groan, “you want me so bad” he scoffs. there he goes again with that stupid phrase he uses to annoy you.

“how many times do I need to tell you that I don’t even like you? we’re only here because we have the same friend group.” you reason.

“oh c’mon baby” he steps closer to you, “everyone wants me” he flashes his pretty boy smile. you roll your eyes again, “not everyone” you scoff.

“oh really?” he steps even closer, you push him away and he leans against the opposite wall.

jeez, aren’t you there yet? you look up, tenth floor.

“you’re acting too confident for someone in your position” you say, Shawn chuckles. “too confident?” he asks, you nod as you step closer to him.

“I can do whatever I want to do with you, and you won’t say anything” you smile, you stand right in front of him. you place your hands on his bare chest, they’re a bit cold so they make him inhale sharply. “n-no you w-won’t”

“aww, the pretty boy is stuttering! what is it? cat got your tongue, baby?” you say the nickname back to him. “n-no!” he looks away, you grab his face and force him to look at you.

“you’re not the most subtle person, Michaels.” you begin and Shawn’s eyes widen a bit, “I know you want my attention, actually, you need my attention”.

Shawn gulps, no way.

“close your eyes” you whisper, you’re so close to each other you can almost see his breath hitching his throat. you lean in and Shawn begins panicking.

his hands and sweaty and his knees will buckle in any moment, you weren’t actually going to kiss him, right? right?!

he opens his eyes for a split second and quickly shuts them, and oh lord.

yes way.

he knows that you can hear his heart beating at this point, your lips and so close to each other, so close…

ding!

you giggle and pull away from him, Shawn opens his eyes, he’s breathless and shivering for some reason. you walk towards the door and look at him before leaving.

“you don’t need to tell me, I already know what it is”.

8:20 pm, dressing room.

you’ve changed your clothes into your gear and stood in front of the mirror of the dressing room as you laced up your boots. you were having a good time styling your hair and playing around with makeup, then you heard an agitating, loud noise.

“oh heyyyyy y/n”, you look up through the mirror and the blonde was standing behind you. you roll your eyes as you line your lips, “are you working tonight?” Sunny asked, “‘cause I am”, you look up again as one of your eyebrows are raised.

“really?” you ask, applying lip gloss. she sits on the chair besides yours and sprays enough hairspray to kill a bug infestation. “mhm, I’m working with Taker and Shawn”

your eyes immediately met hers through mirror again, now wait a fucking minute. “seriously?” you ask and she nods. you were confused, pissed off, but more confused. “what do you mean you’re working with them? it’s me, Bret and Owen against Taker, Shawn and Lita” you say.

Sunny smirks, “aw why do you care? are you jealous of me?”. you look at her again and huff before paying attention to your hair.

bingo.

if Sunny could cackle loudly she would, she was trying to get a reaction out of you and she got what she wanted.

“I’m not jealous” you begin and Sunny frowns, “I’m pissed than no one told me they were swapping out Lita for you” you say. Sunny narrows her eyes at you, “what do you mean me?” she asks. you lean back in your seat, “y’know, you can’t wrestle, never took a bump. kinda useless honestly” you explain.

she laughs out loud, “useless?” she asks, “useless?” she asks again. “be real y/n, the only reason you’re here is because Vince wants to beat WCW’s ratings”, it was your turn to laugh loudly.

you’ve actually had enough of this bitch. the amount of time you made yourself the bigger person when she’d try to pick fights with you, the amount of times she was rude to you for no reason, the amount of times you tried to befriend her only for her to put on her “bitchy blonde” act.

not today.

“be real Sunny” you repeat her words, “your only purpose in this company is to keep knobs clean.” and the smile on her face evaporated, “and you don’t seem to be doing a good job considering all the locker room has been on their knees for me” you say putting away the makeup.

“tsk, tsk, tsk” you snicker, “what a shame, at least other women get paid for what you’re doing”, Sunny felt stupid for even trying to begin with you.

“now be a good girl and go clean my championship for me.”

jesus wept.

Sunny stormed out of the room so quickly you almost missed it, and hilariously then. you got and idea.

the room’s door opened and you half expected Sunny to come in but it wasn’t her, it’s was someone else. “hey” he said through a tight lipped smile, “hey Rocky” you greet the man. “how are you?”

“oh I’m okay! just had a match with Hunter, light work y’know” he said sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. “yeah I saw the first five minutes of it, great suplexes by the way” you compliment. “thank you!” he smile.

“why are you sitting to so far away? c’mere” you pat on the chair next to you, The Rock hesitates a bit but he moves next you anyway, he didn’t want to seem like a creep but he’s always looked at you from afar. you’re really fucking pretty to him, and being this close to you… he couldn’t help but stare.

you both talk about your day and the matches on tonight’s card, you like him, he was probably one of the chillest people in the roster, right after Al Snow because no one tops him.

“we should work together after my thing with Taker” you suggest and he tenses up. “you want to work with me?” he asked, you chuckle. “yeah why not?” you ask back.

“I’m nowhere near as good as you are” he begins, “I mean, you’re New Japan’s ace, Antonio Enoki’s golden girl, probably the best women’s champion Vince has ever had” he said and the smile on your face was big. “aw, Rocky”

“no really, I would love to work with you but I need to work on myself first” he explained. “I’ll make you my right hand man, I’ll help you get over with the crowd.” you smile. “like a teacher?” he chuckles.

“exactly that! Y/n’s keys to success; step one: be kinda funny, step two: unclear, and step three: cash money Y/l/n. I don’t know but you’ll get there” you say.

“yes ma’am” he laughs, “now, your first mission as my apprentice, bring me Vince. I think there’s commercial break right now, and I have an idea”

<<9:19 pm>>

“are you-… are you serious?” you asked, you were in a random storage room with Owen. your voice came out more nasal as you had pinched your nostrils shut. “yup!” Owen smile, “and I’m so excited you don’t even know”

you look at each other then back at the buckets in front of you. disgusting. what’s disgusting?

pig shit.

you specifically asked for you and Owen to pull “one of your pranks” solely for shits and gigs, you were both rightfully excited but maybe the animal feces were a bit overkill. Vince was excited when you told him about your plan but this was… something.

“so we’ll have some staff set this up above the ring, and we’ll dump it when’s it’s time” Owen explained. “what if it misses and falls on us?” you ask, “we’re gonna be on the ramp, remember?” Owen says.

“…right”

you quickly left the room as you didn’t want the smell to linger on your clothes. you’re walking down the hallway when you bump into someone, “damn” you look at them, it’s Al Snow!

“oh, hey man” you say, “you good? you weren’t really looking in front of you” he looks at your head concerned. you shake your head, “I’m fine, but you’re built a mountain, jeez that was rough”

“why thank you, pretty” he laughs. “does my gear look alright?” you were concerned about whether or not the pig shit found its way to your clothes. “pfft, you look good” Al scoffs, “no, wait. I mean, your clothes look okay, no they look great” he corrects himself, you raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, you look good too! and your clothes- gear looks just okay! I mean great! wait-”

“I got the memo, Al” you laugh patting his shoulder before walking along. “talk! learn how to talk to her!” he whispered to himself.

10:23 pm, Raw <Live>

“Tag! Y/n is legal” Jim Ross bellows.

the crowd popped loudly, you were finally face to face with The Undertaker in the ring, weeks of storytelling and tension building up, but no one was dumb enough to believe you were putting an end to it here. they’re wrestling fans after all, they’re used to having their face spat on.

you quickly began running the ropes before hitting him with your signature frankinstiener and the crowd cheered again. the referee quickly separated you two and Taker tagged Sunny, there was audible groans throughout the crowd. relatable.

this mix of people made sense. you, Taker, Shawn, The Hart brothers and… of all people? …Sunny? both Lita and Luna Vachon are on Taker’s team, why is Sunny suddenly in the mix?

making quick work of her, you powerbomb her. you climb the ropes and pull Shawn over into a suplex. as Shawn lay on the mat holding his back you tag in Bret, he locks Shawn in a sharpshooter while you lock Sunny in one. if she taps your team wins, she’s the legal one after all.

Taker then interferes which causes Owen to run in and hit him with a clothesline, it quickly gets messy as the crowd cheers for the brawl that materializes.

after a bit of fighting back and forth, you and the Harts leave the ring, and Taker’s team are given a count out win. the crowd boos as the bell rings, you grab a microphone.

“you didn’t win this one, deadman. come find me when have someone I can actually wrestle on your team” you point to Sunny, and “ooo”s erupt from the crowd.

“but until then, enjoy your shitty win, fuckers”

suddenly, smelly brown liquid rained onto the three and the crowd went wild. Taker and Shawn were flabbergasted while Sunny stood there screaming bloody murder. the usually good looking diva was stuck covered in pig shit and wailing like a child.

what made you feel joy from within you was how Taker, Shawn and Sunny didn’t about the gift you and Owen brought with you, but Sunny’s reaction was the best.

just what she deserves.

before you could even reach behind the curtains, you could hear Vince laughing uproariously. of course, of course he thinks poop jokes are funny.

“what do you think of that?” Owen giggled, and Vince laughed some more. “wonderful!” he laughed, “wonderful bullocks!”

[uldahstreetrat]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

okay well I got a bunch of these today too so we'll do a second round of them aha - this time I was also sent/tagged in this by @communitycatboy, @captainqster, @avaritia-ffxiv, @amalthea-felsblood, and @wpip-raham!

story telling! which for me includes extensive world building, writing, and drawing - I have a google doc of world building notes so long that it lags, dont ever let it be said that I dont think way too much about things that dont matter

stamps! this is a much more recent one, but I have started stamp collecting and have a very lovely binder for it and I'm thrilled about it

my blog here on tumblr also makes me very happy because it's a great social outlet for me and I genuinely just love love love getting to see and talk to people about their ocs and blorbos, the community here is great and im so glad to have found my little corner in it all

elden ring, though I have played little of it so far because im a huge coward but it is very fun! it took me two hours to figure out how to level up but hey i havent died yet

I also just fuckin love bugs aha much to my husband's annoyance cause he fucking hates them but at least we can compromise with my butterflies lmao I actually have a necklace that's a real butterfly wing pressed and soldered between two sheets of glass, it was a gift from my sister a couple years ago and I wear it all the time <3

[tazzymcclazzy]

RAAAAGH GRAAARRRGHHH AND OTHER SUCH SCARY DRAGONDOGTHING NOISES pleas e read this

tazdrgaoneyetagain -> tazzymcclazzy! first url change lets go

HELLAO! i go by taz, jevil, petco, or if youre feeling sillay, you can call me drgaone! or just dragon. if youre normal. also any variation of the word dog.

☆ he/it/that/bark/woof/any canine-related neo you can fathom but i very much like it/its, transmasc and pan! can't quite describe my exact gender its like caninegender and boygored's evil child it's like the cissest-looking trans man you know its like some shadowy creature in the woods its like a domestic dog. you know the drill. one day ill find a xeno that fits that

☆ furry and therian (black wolfdog) and simultaneously petre because you can never be too canine i guess, otherhearted (dragonhearted of course), selfshipper!!!1!1!

☆ not whatsoever diagnosed with anythin other than a few miscellaneous conditions but everyone who talks to me agrees theres some divergent on that neuro

☆ taken and very loud about it i love bird sm. SO much. im normal im so so normal [dies

☆ chronic epistaxis i am the number one bleeder

☆ also part of the corpoverse! i'm petcotherealest

《FANDOMS :3333》

◇ wings of fire

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◇ hfjone

◇ the walten files

◇ chonny's charming chaos compendium

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《F/OS !!》

♡ sun (five nights at freddys, romantic f/o)

♡ six-claws (wings of fire, father f/o)

♡ sayori (doki doki literature club, romantic f/o)

♡ shadow bonnie (five nights at freddys, caregiver f/o)

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♤ PRO-PALESTINE. except i cant post much abt it because my zionist mother looks at my tumblr. but from the river to the sea palestine will be free‼️

♤ i am worlds most annoying dog. i will spam you with barking and yap about my partner so much

♤ i have many a sideblag! if you find the petre one, you get a gold star. if you find the other one and ask abt it, you get blocked. i sincerely apologize! but if u find the other one you probably have me blocked anyway so uerhm idk

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sona refs, theriotype refs, and other such images under the cut

SONA REFS:

second one by @/ratboyinastarrycoat!!

THERIOTYPE REFS:

i am simultaneously a large predator and an Oipouy. got a problem with that, liberal?/ref

OKAY THATS ALL SCAMPERS AWAY

[mlikobie]

Need help finding a fic!

It was an one-shot Lucifer x Reader - male reader if I recall correctly, but I'm not sure.

In a nutshell: it was about how the two of them planned to propose to the other on the same night, during their date.

I read this one awesome fic some time ago and loved it immediately. But now... I cannot find it anywhere, nor can I remember the name or the author of it (；′⌒`)

I tried searching with different tags, search bar on tumblr and my search engine, and even by scrolling, but to no avail. And I even tried some searching techniques (also didn't help much).

So now, I need to ask for direct help.

If anyone remembers the name or the author, (hopefully) has the link to this particular fic and would send this, or even have this reblogged. I will be hundredfold thankful!! ♥♥ (More details under the cut!)

→ Some more details I remember:

• This whole fic is about how they both wanted to propose, engage to the other. Both of them planned to do this on their earlier planned night-out to Ristorante Six.

• The story started with Diavolo and MC texting. Where MC said that the date didn't went as expected or planned. Diavolo was surprised and scared that something went very badly. Then, MC started telling him the whole story - a retrospection maybe? ("retrospection" is retelling events that happened in the past; if anyone wonders).

• It begins with: for a brief moment we are in the HoL (House of Lamentation), where either Lucifer went to check if MC was ready or they were about to go out – or both of those events.

• The two of them went on a date to Ristorante Six, ate the dinner. In the middle of it, Lucifer noticed that MC was tensed, stressed, nervous about something. He asked them about it.

• Then, there was some conversation between them, but I cannot really recall it well enough. But that was the moment when Lucifer went on one knee, which shocked MC.

• After Lucifer said his whole speech, he waited for a moment to hear MC's answer, yet they didn't respond immediately. He, feeling a little defeated, said that it's alright if they won't accept it or accept it right away or at all.

• MC jumped to say that wasn't it, and then they pulled out their own engagement ring. Lucifer was surprised for a second but was happy and smiled nonetheless.

• When MC accepted the proposal, they bent to hug Lucifer. All of a sudden... BOOM - they hear a boom sound of those celebration confetti stuff. As they open their eyes they see all of the brothers in front of them. I vividly remember MC said "What the fuck are you doing here?"

• Brothers explained that they knew of Lucifer's plan all along. Mammon chimed in, how hard it was to keep all of them (brothers) in check not to ruin their date. During this interaction, Lucifer slipped the ring on MC’s finger, and admired how it looked.

• Asmo said that he would take a picture of them tagging it the best couple in Devildom or something. To which Lucifer glared at him, which shut him up lol

• After the whole re-telling of the story. We go back to Diavolo's office, who was now crying, touched by this story. A notice: he couldn't read it himself as he was crying, so he asked Barbatos to read it lol

• Diavolo said, that he was a little hurt that they didn't invite him / he wasn't event to the engagement dinner. Barbatos replied saying "family comes first", he added that they surely will ask him (Diavolo) to arrange their wedding. What cheered up Diavolo, and said that only would be fair. With that, he already started thinking about planning and arranging their wedding for them...

  • There were probably more details, but I cannot remind myself of them now 😢

If you know what happened to it, have it reblogged or have the link, remember the author or the name, remember seeing it etc I would be very thankful if you let me know! Thank you in advance for any help you can offer!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

If the author of this fic itself would see this, I, also would be happy to know if this was deleted or just lost. I really really liked the story and the writing ❤

! Notice: If they are any grammer errors, mistakes etc. You can always tell me ♥ ~ Thank you in advance :D

[wiispywitch]

My Boundaries🖤

Hi, my loves! I mostly am making this for myself to link to my pinned oost and add a little bit more so I don't have to edit my pinned post constantly; I'm not so great at setting boundaries so I'm gonna try to work on changing that for my mental health^^ {psst this also isn't meant to come off as a call out post to anyone, I hope it doesn't come off as that I'm sorry I'm an ✨overthinker✨}~

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♡ You can take heavy inspiration or heavily reference my art and my OCs for your own, however please don't outright repost my art or fics especially without permission. I would rather be asked first if you want to repost one of my drawings but please don't automatically assume I'll say yes otherwise I will ask the post to be removed. For commissions, you don't have to ask permission to repost, you can post to whatever platform you'd like!

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♡ No shipping discourse of any kind. I don't care what you ship as long as it's legal, but I'm not here to engage with any discourse revolving around pairings of fictional characters. This account is not a safe space for people who support minor x adult ships, incest/stepcest, bestiality, or glorifying SA.

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♡ I'm okay with nicknames with mutuals except for babe/baby/anything that sounds flirty {I'm married and it makes me uncomfy 🫥}

♡Just because I simp for certain characters who are villains doesn't me I agree with their actions {Eren, Shiggy, sweeties, I'm looking at you two}. Truthfully, I love villains, I like fucked up and morally questionable characters, I think I can fix them {no I can't}, however I have limits yes but sometimes the crazies are where it's at~

♡ I do write about certain heavy topics as a means to cope with trauma I personally endured {ex. I write about alcohol abuse and the toll it can take on others}. This does not mean I condone what is in my writing, it's just telling a story that will be properly tagged.

♡ I have zero tolerance for hate against anyone's sexuality, race, body type, gender, or religion. This account is a safe space for LGBTQ+ and is run by a demi-lesbian pagan witch🩷 {This account is NOT a safe space for MAPs/predators or zoophiles}

♡ No MA//GA supporters. That's it, no further explanation, begone🤺

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That's about it! I'll add more and edit later when it needs some adjusting^^ Thank you for taking the time to read!

[kurosstuff]

FOLLOWERS EVENT REQUESTS♡♡♡

Hello my darlings~ thank you all~ this is my thanks my dearies~

Before we begin. THREE important things to note.

NSFW IS ON AO3 ONLY. WILL MARK IT AS SUCH.

PLEASE USE THIS EMOJI BEFORE REQUESTING SO I CAN TELL AN EVENT REQUEST APART 🍯

THIS IS A THREE DAY ONLY EVENT FOR REQUESTS. PLEASE GET THEM BEFORE IT ENDS. I WILL HAVE IT AUTOMATICALLY PUT OUT ANYTHING AFTED THAT WILL NOT BE COUNTED

(I'll try to remember but for the events I'll tag it EVENT)

NSFW rules will be tagged <- here so keep in mind there!

Fandom plus characters you can pick from -!!

(Not gonna be alot this time ONLY CAUSE their the characters I'm more confident in writing for

ALSO- I WILL PUT THE LINKS TO THE FICS SAVED HERE FOR PEOPLE TO READ EASIER IF YOU WISH♡

Hazbin hotel

Sera

Lute

Smut 8.)

Maybe lilith depends?

One piece

Boa Hancock

Nico Robin

You may request from anything from angst, fluff, you name it? I'll write it♡ please be detailed in the requests

It doesn't just gotta be smut stuff~

Also please note. some NSFW may be shorter or take more time. I'm rusty with this and still trying to figure it out

NSFW PROMPTS

PLEASE NOTE. READER UNLESS STATED TO BE GN WILL BE AFAB THATS THE ONLY DETAIL ILL MAKE. I CANT WRITE MALE READER

-rules for prompts- to not get too over the top. You may pick two lines. One character at a time for EACH requests

@scoutswritingcorner helped me out with these♡♡

(Character x reader x character CAN work I think!)

1) "You look so good spread out like this for me ___(reader or character)~ good enough to devore whole ~"

2.) "Use your words love~ what did you say?" "M-make me yours~"

3.) "You were just crying for my attention sweetheart~ now your begging me to stop? You sure that's what you want~?"

"No~"

"That's My good pet~"

4.) Spicy make out session turns? Spicy~

5.) "I fucking hate you so much."

" oh i hate you too~ but.. Then why is my dick in you?"(be it a strap or ? Like that one idea? Girl dick ;) )

6.) "God don't know what's more ironic ~ your begging for me or the fact you thought you could make me submit to something like you~?"

"GO fuck yourself"

"Oh but little ___ that's what your here for no~? Go on. Continue"

7.) "Oh stop fucking whining~ you can take this dick can't you? Come on~ say. It"

8.) "This is your first..? Shit ok- it's ok~ I've got you ok? I'll take good care of you~ just- lay back and relax~"

For the reader(be it in hazbin OR one piece) they can have horns/tails ;))

ALL NSFW REQUESTS WILL BE ON MY AO3. ILL UPDATE THAT SOON

(Fluff and angst fics will be posts on BOTH NY tumblr AND my ao3)

This is my first time making an event so please bear with me♡ I hope you all enjoy it- and I'll hopefully get through them easily BUT will be slow to ensure its good

[imthefemalemonster]

⸻Do you think about me now?

Daemond - Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen (Smut)

Chapter I. Like you a little

⸻ Summary: After the dinner, Aemond regain his chambers, accompanied by Cole, who worries about Daemon's potential hostility. But when the Rogue Prince shows up, it's nothing like Cole expected.

Tags: Shameless Smut, Anal Sex, Kisses, Voyeurism (It's Cole), Jealousy, Top!Daemon, Bottom!Aemond, I like my men manipulative, Daemond not really established but mention of previous sexual intercourses

⸻ Read on Ao3

Notes: This is inspired by a post I saw on Tumblr were Daemond fucks and Cole is behind the door hearing them, I can’t find it again but I thought I had to make it into shameless smut because the prompt is just too good - hope you like it. ♡

Tumblr for requests/ideas: @imthefemalemonster

Some HotD smut prompts I used for inspiration: here

⸻ Words: 2391

The walk was mostly silent, hands behind his back, head up, Aemond was walking to his chamber, mind elsewhere when Cole was shadowing him. He had left the dinner in haste after provoking his nephews once more, his mother asking her knight to follow him. She was surely worried that Daemon would be waiting for him somewhere if he dared stepping out of his chambers or wandering the corridors alone. Aemond could only wish he met his uncle again now, it was only better when he was challenged. Arriving at his chambers, the prince turned to face Cole, his face showing a mix of worries and incomprehension.

“What? Will you ground me too?”

Cole shook his head, hesitating.

“That might have been a bit excessive.”

“Don’t tell me you would take their defense.”, sighed Aemond.

“Never said so, I would have probably pushed him harder if I wasn’t wearing a kingsguard armor.”, exhaled Cole, convinced he probably wouldn’t have only pushed him, “I was only but worried about the Rogue’s Prince intervention.”

Aemond shrugged his shoulders. Oh, he loved when Cole mentioned Daemon. It was always with a delicious mix of worries and jealousy. What he would give to see them fight for him more often.

“I don’t fear him, may he come if he dares.”, snarled Aemond, not blind to Cole obvious interests, those were much more deeper than just protecting the Queen’s son.

“He dares.”

The voice came with a smile. Standing behind the knight, Daemon was staring at his nephew, eyes piercing through the clothes, acting like he had never seen what was under. Aemond smiled at the sight, delighted, it was the perfect scenario. He had expected his uncle to arrive later, when nobody was here like he always did. Gods know what would happen to them if anyone was to find out. But having Cole as a witness this time was only making him more eager. He understood by his uncle’s smile that he seemed to share the idea.

“I need to have a talk with the boy.”

“The Prince”, corrected Cole, fists clenched.

“Whatever”, sighed Daemon, stepping closer to the door, nonchalantly, ignoring the knight.

“It’s fine”, whispered Aemond, “We’ve done this before. I am to get scolded, then he’ll leave satisfied.”

Daemon raised an eyebrow toward his nephew, unsure what were the rules of tonight’s game. Aemond opened the door, letting his uncle go through. He turned to Cole who hadn’t moved, confused.

“Can you”, he commenced, voice low, leaning closer, “Can you stand outside? J-just in case.”, his eye wide open, head

“Of course of my Prince, please let me know-”

“Thanks”, softly smiled Aemond, before disappearing behind the door, closing it.

The worry in the boy’s voice pierced Cole’s heart. It was rare for Aemond to look so vulnerable. He looked up to him, still needing his protection and Cole would do everything to give him, ready to step into the room and cut Daemon’s head off, just like the Prince liked it. He smiled at the idea, impossible to realize, but at least he could still stop him from hurting his boy and that was enough for Cole.

Aemond had just closed the door that his body was smashed against the door, a loud noise echoing in the room, and probably heard outside too, he hoped. Hands on his waist, Daemon had turned the boy to face him, blocking his body between his and the hard door, not as hard as him. His face hungrily brushed Aemond’s, lips dangerously close.

“That hurt.”, murmured the one-eyed prince.

“Sure hope it did.”

The sudden noise had the knight jumping. Hand on his sword, he moved closer to the door, not opening it yet. If he stood close enough, Cole could hear inside the room. The voices seemed to come right from behind the closed door. But the noises didn’t sound like voices, more like… giggles?

“Time for another punishment for the arrogant Prince.”, laughed Daemon.

“I was only stating facts.”

“Shut up, I didn’t tell you to use your tongue.”

Aemond laughed, loud enough to make sure everyone nearby heard him. It was rapidly silenced by his uncle's sudden assault on his mouth. Lips clashed in a fight Aemond never really wanted to win. Daemon made sure to be as noisy as he could, using lips, saliva, tongue in a grandiose orchestra of obscenity. He kissed roughly, biting the lower lip, a hand reaching to grab the back of his nephew’s neck, the other pounding irregularly on the wooden door. Aemond smirked in the kisses, tongues massaging, lips connected by saliva between breaths, obvious to his uncle little game.

“Can’t let him think you’re fucking me already.”, he giggled, hands grazing Daemon’s leathered torso, feeling his heart beat and the strong muscles beneath he craved to see.

“Right, little brat”, grunted Daemon, nails scratching his nephew’s collar, slowly undoing it, “Have to let him know I’m preparing you for my cock.”, the last word purposefully louder than the others.

Aemond bit his lips in anticipation. Having a potential audience was making it so much more exciting, danger is arousing, so is jealousy.

“Want to let him know who I belong to, uncle?”, mewled Aemond.

Daemon closed the distance between them, shoving their hips together, kisses loud and wet. The Rogue Prince would make sure that whoever was standing behind the door, the stupid knight he hoped, would know who his nephew belonged to. Him. Sucking the Prince’s bottom lip into his mouth, Daemon only grew harder when Aemond answered with heavy breaths and loud moans against his face, unhinged.

“Y-yes, uncle!”, yelled Aemond, their hips moving back and forth, pounding against the door, moving to the rhythm of their hard center’s ruts.

Daemon laughed. Hands working fast on the one-eyed Prince’s top, freeing him, doing the same with the pants, going slower as his lips traced the white shivering body under him, Aemond pleading, melting at the touch. Daemon deliberately ignored his throbbing cock, before moving up to devour his nephew’s mouth, stepping out of his own clothes with haste.

Cole wished he could hit the door, maybe his fist would go through and reach the Rogue Prince, punching his stupid smile out of his face. He was everything but stupid. This was obviously not a fight, but much worse. He wanted to step away from the door, but his body wouldn’t move, mind hungry at the noises and moans from the very thing he wanted to possess most.

“Be a good boy and spread your legs.”

Aemond obeyed, moaning his uncle’s name as he turned him around, face against the door, back arched, the hot air in the room grazing his sensitive ass. Eye looking behind him, he savored the view, cock growing painfully harder at the sight of his uncle's naked body, sculpted white skins and scars. He wished it to be pressed against his, trapped between the broad body pounding inside him and the hard door stroking his cock hoping Cole was still here to hear it all.

But he wasn't met with his uncle's chest or hips, but his hands on his asscheeks, squeezing them lustfully, lips and tongue teasing his hole. Fingers digging into the soft flesh, Daemon parted it away, mouth connecting with the rim, making Aemond moan loudly at the contact. Mouth closing on the Prince’s skin, Daemon licked harshly, obscene and wet noises escaping his mouth, fucking the hole with his tongue, stretching the boy open.

“A-ah, fuck yes Daemon!”, screamed Aemond, the tongue roughly fucking his inside, walls clenching around it, saliva dropping along his leg, “More! M-more!”

“Such a whore.”, smiled Daemon, moving backward, stepping up, pressing his body against Aemond’s, shaft rock hard between the Prince’s asscheeks.

“Only for you, uncle.”, moaned Aemond against the door.

He should have moved by now. Cole's entire body was frozen. He was as aroused as infuriated. It was always Daemon who had it all. He raised that boy like his own, and yet he couldn’t even hope to caress his hair. But his uncle could show up abruptly in his room and fucks him open, and Aemond begged for it. He felt hot, as hot as the room on the other side of the door could be. This was definitely going to go further, maybe he could stand here, if he closed his eyes and focused hard enough, he could imagine it was him instead of Daemon. Pinning the boy against the door, lifting him up like he weighed nothing and pounding his own cock inside his warm and inviting hole while Aemond would be nothing but a moaning mess for him.

Needily grinding against his nephew's hot body, Daemon buried his face into Aemond’s neck, licking the sweat, kissing and biting the skin to leave marks everyone would see and nobody would dare question. Growling as he felt his cock rub against his own saliva at the one eyed Prince’s entrance, the man pushing back harder against him, inviting. He smiled, one hand reaching for his cock, slowly and agonizingly pushing the top against the abused hole, the other hand going for the Prince’s chest against the door, pinching his pink and sensitive nipple.

Without warning, body pressed against Aemond, his own nipples on the boy’s hot back, Daemon pushed his hips forward, entering his nephew with a low groan, hips slamming the wood, hoping the lustful sounds went directly into the knight’s ears. The Rogue Prince was uninterested in letting his nephew adapt to his size. He had taken him too often to know he would do great, instead he started to fuck him right away, pushing in and out, a hand moving to the man’s waist, grabbing him harshly. Aemond responded to the assault with pleas and his body instinctively moving backward, his hips’ rhythm synchronizing with his uncle. His cock neglected and untouched, but the pain was as delicious as the blood rushing to his member leaving his brain empty, only feeding himself off his uncle filling him.

“H-harder!”

Daemon smiled, finding an erratic and delightful pace as he felt Aemond clench around him, moving his legs so his cock could reach deeper, tearing off delicious screams from his nephew as he hit those spots inside him. It was wet, messy and warm.

“Harder!”, begged Aemond, breathless, hands pounding against the door, like an irregular knock, “Cole!”

Too lost chasing his own release, Daemon didn’t stop even after hearing the words, unsure if he had imagined them or if it was real.

Cole froze. His imagination had gone too far, he had no idea he was so good as imagining his Prince screaming his name. He smiled at the idea, before realizing that the movements against the door had slowed. What it is really his imagination or was Aemond twisted enough to moan his name when his own uncle was buried so deep inside him the strongest men couldn’t spread them apart? The boy was smart, way too smart and he was making both of the men mad, for his pleasure. Cole only grew harder in his armor thinking about Daemon’s face right now. The Rogue Prince might be inside Aemond, but his Cole was never far.

Daemon dug his fingers deeper in Aemond's waist, the man emitting a small sob. His cock buried deep inside, not moving anymore as he observed the younger Prince’s breath, very aware of what he was trying to do. Jealousy always makes things better.

“Going to stretch you so wide you won’t even feel his cock when he fucks your hole”, rasped Daemon, “Since you want it so much.”

Aemond giggled, Daemon picked up his bestial and erratic pace again, both hands on the Prince waist, arms, legs, cock, entire body at the same rythm to tear Aemond apart, cock reaching spots it had never been before.

“There’s enough space for the two of you.”

Daemon smirked, there definitely was some space, thanks to him.

“How depraved.”

“I’ve always been brave.”

“Arrogant too.”

“Tell me more.”, cooed Aemond, ass and legs moving backward to meet Daemon’s hips, pushing him deeper inside.

“I’ll fill you up to the brim.”, grunted Daemon, leaning closer, hot breath and lips brushing the younger Prince’s ear, sending shivers down his spine.

The words were enough for Aemond, grinding his own erection against the hard door, wood painful on his cock as he came over it and himself, screaming what seemed to be a mix of both his men’s names.

“Gods, only from that?”, husked Daemon, feeling the boy’s body tense from the orgasm.

“O-only?”, laughed Aemond, legs, arms, nipples and hole hypersensitive, feeling like Daemon was pounding in his entire body at once, “Who would have thought the Rogue P-prince”, he breathed, “W-would underestimate his size… and what it d-does when it fucks you.”

“Hm, I liked you better shutting up, or moaning”, smirked Daemon, very aroused at Aemond’s insolence, it only made him more delicious to break.

Nails dug as deep in his nephew’s waist as Daemon’s cock in the tight hole, he moved brutally inside, lips sucking the skin of the Prince’s neck in his mouth, feeling him almost collapse in his arms as his hot seed filled Aemond, he came with a loud and guttural groan.

Breathless, Daemon stood still inside his nephew, using his last strength to push his cock deeper, making sure his cum had coated the younger Prince’s insides. He leaned in, they body shaking but still standing against the door, face finding each other as they kissed, fucking each other’s mouths eagerly. Hands cupping the reddened cheeks, moving out of Aemond, his seed running alongside the man’s leg with a mix of sweat and saliva. Daemon smiled, contemplating his masterpiece, once again. He was delighted, but his painting was still missing some work.

“Bed.”, he ordered.

Aemond smirked, he was brave, very brave, and hungry with his uncle’s stamina.

The noises had stopped, Cole felt no presence on the other side of the door. Not wanting to imagine further, unable to think that Aemond would have taken his uncle to bed, he shook his head and left. At least now that he heard the one eyed Prince’s moans, he didn’t have to imagine them anymore when he would wander into his darkest fantasies.

[lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats]

 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

———  BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME:  Tagg/erung

PRONOUNS: They/Them/Tired AF

ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces/Leo/Scorpio (yes I'm FUCKED)

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single. I can deal. Would prefer not to tho.

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1 -  I used to model professionally pre-panini

2 - Remy got his own blog originally so he would be a secret and I would avoid having too much interaction while I fucked around figuring out how to write him, and now somehow this bitch has taken over my threadtracker. I cannot tell you how.

3 -  Dr. Pepper Strawberries & Cream current fixation drink send halp

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: Tumblr. Dicksword when the other person has ditched tumblr entirely which is rare.

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: sometimes plotting, sometimes memes. Things can be built from memes, but honestly I’ve found that eventually I need a plot. It’s the easiest way to get me invested. Please plot long ass shit with me, you will gain interest.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: usually femme af, but somehow I've been gaining more male muses lately so honestly I think the divide is now 50/50 and so is my pref??? idk Hot and a A Problem, there, that's my gender preference

MULTI OR SINGLE: multi! Remy was purely to satisfy my insecurity and desire to work the blog aesthetic around him. But I will never ditch my multi for all single blogs.

LEAST FAVORITE FACECLAIM(S): El.izabeth Ol.sen, C.aity L.otz

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF: fluff exists solely so that angst may hurt more. I will write the most tooth-rotting shit...so that when something happens it is all the more ouch.

ANGST: *insert give it to me now gif*

SMUT: look I really enjoy writing smut because it's a big part of a dynamic for allo characters, even some acespec, so I will gladly write smut IF IF IF it is part of a full plot with multipara writing that does more than insert tab a into slot b. If you're here just to insta-ship and have your muse diddle Remy...definitely the wrong blog.

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I posted 218 times in 2022

That's 218 more posts than 2021!

24 posts created (11%)

194 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hisslord

@poker-puss

@madscientistdonotdisturb

@murdxrxfcrxws

@get-dusted

I tagged 208 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#angel dust hazbin hotel - 149 posts

#hazbin angel dust - 145 posts

#hazbin hotel roleplay - 138 posts

#hazbin hotel - 113 posts

#angel dust - 93 posts

#vaggie content-badass moth - 85 posts

#moth caught in the spiders web 🦋🕷️-vaggie and angel - 70 posts

#hazbin hotel rp - 59 posts

#huskerdust - 37 posts

#husk hazbin hotel - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 46 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

💖 the anniversary of the day Angel and Vaggie met

Angel awaited Vaggie nervously outside her room. For the anniversary of their first meeting, they had decided to go out to dinner somewhere nicer. Being a gentleman, the spider had gotten her some flowers and chocolates. “Hey, uhhh Vags? You needs help in there, babe?”

8 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#4

Hey there bitches! Angel Dust here, because I’m bored and I wanna have some fun! Come on, you know you wanna ask me all your deep, dark, fuckin’ sexy asks… 😉 😘

(Hello Mun here! This will be a canon divergent Angel Dust! I’ll post the bio about him soon to explain it! Thought I’d give Angel a shot! Multiship/multimuse, All the details are in my rules!)

Rules:

About Angel:

23 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#3

Vaggie knocks on Angel's door. Charlie had told her to try to get along with Angel so that's what she's going to do. "Angel, are you in there? I need to talk to you."

Angel opened the door with a smirk, “Hey Vags. What’s up? Please don’t tell me this is another lecture on redemption, I really am tryin’ my best here! It’s just… been a transition, that’s all!”

35 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#2

🚿 for Vaggie

(Sorry I’ve taken forever lately)

Angel walks towards his shower, planning to clean up a bit before his night with Vaggie. Shockingly, he finds it on, his girlfriend inside completely nude. The spider slams his hands over his eyes, yelling quickly, “O-oh shit, Babe! I am so sorry about that! Shit, that is totally my bad!”

36 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Behind your reflection." Vaggie trapped in a mirror

Angel wakes up earlier than usual, groaning at the sound of knocking coming from somewhere. He’s eventually led to his closet where he finds… “VAGGIE?!” He yells in shock. “Baby, why the FUCK are you in my mirror?!”

126 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

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[bonny-kookoo]

💜 𝓝𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 💜

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⛔️THERE IS NO TAGLIST FOR ANY OF MY FICS⛔️

⚠️THERE IS NO MASTERLIST OF ALL MY FICS⚠️

Just stop asking about it. I don't have an ultimate masterlist of everything. I will not make an ultimate masterlist of everything for you. I do not tag people. I don't have taglists. I will not make a taglist. I actively ignore your comments/asks if they're only about masterlists or to be tagged. Thank you.

-> 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝:

Smut-shots: Closed

Drabbles: Open

Character asks: Open

Oneshots: Closed

Bonny-Meter: Closed

*please note that I only write what I personally feel comfortable with. If your request is not being posted, I'm not trying to be mean; I just didn't connect with the idea well enough.

Things I do not write:

Non-con (non-consensual), Dub-con (dubious-consent, aka 'I don't feel comfortable but I don't want to make it weird now'), SA, Infidelity, Second chances (in terms of infidelity/toxic behavior), extreme kinks (aka knife play, foodplay, scat & piss fetish etc), erotic little space, sole member x member content. Apart from these specifics, please have common sense when requesting.

Other things to please keep in mind:

My Yandere fics are not created to romanticize or condone such toxic behaviors, and should not be seen as such.

You can always ask me questions even if they sound weird or are random. This blog is judgement-free.

My sideblog for shorts has been frozen by tumblr, and is therefore inactive.

Stop trying to bring up the tea-blog with me, it's getting old, you're kinda late, go home.

I interact with whom I want whenever I want. I appreciate you trying to 'look out for me' but the people I've interact with have never done me any wrong. You know who you are, and unless you have actual proof of them talking shit about me, I will not just believe anything I come across.

My health is pretty bad atm, so there will be periods of time where I'm not active as much as I used to. I apologize in advance.

My niceness should not be taken as an invitation to bombard me with hurtful content just for your amusement. I'm very capable of telling you to fuck off if you overstep a line for me ♡

I'm not native in english. Grammatical errors will occur, you're free to keep them.

��� marks works that have specific patreon perks, which include early access and additional content. The additional content will not ruin the story experience of the free version, but will rather include specific scenes in more detail or patreon exclusive drabbles.

Some content can only be requested on Patreon, such as different POV's and specific scenes from a story you want to be written out in more detail.

Last but not least: I'm not your circus-animal. Asks and requests are called that for a reason- if you demand I write something, pay me :)

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-> old Masterlist

Materlist containing all works pre-2021

-> AU Masterlist

! This contains ONLY AUs that have multiple chapters and/or a lot of sidecontent. This includes Drabbles and Asks. AU's like Good Girl and Bad Habits can be found here, for example.

-> The library

All completed stories in one list.

-> The Basement

All discontinued/Abandoned works.

-> Unconventional Hybrids

A list containing unconventional/unusual Hybrid Member x Hybrid Reader works.

-> Bonnys Alien Collection

A masterlist only containing all Alien content. ⚠️ Please note that some tags might not work yet!

-> Bonny's Smut-Shots

A list containing all short stories focusing on adult themes.

-> Welcome To The Show 🔞

In which you've been hired as a very special woman for the seven idols- and become even more special down the line.

-> Home Memory Collection

A collection of all the 'firsts' our home couple got to experience.

-> Bonny-Meter

A masterlist for all this-or-that speculations I've done.

-> Anchor Masterlist (Alien!Jungkook x human!reader)

-> Drabble Game 1

-> Bloodlust Masterlist (Vampire JK x human!reader)

-> Heart Shot Masterlist (Cyberpunk Jikook x reader)

-> Snowball-Princess Masterlist (hybrid!reader x ot7)

-> Timestamps masterlist (BTS x foreigner LDR Reader)

-> Hatred Masterlist (Jungkook x Reader)

-> Red Highs Masterlist (Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader)

-> Sugar (C)Rush Masterlist (Wolf!Jungkook x Dog!Reader)

-> Eat The Rich Masterlist (Cat!Yoongi x Cat!Reader)

-> Lock Me Up Masterlist (Detective!Yoongi x Cat!Reader)

-> Evocation Masterlist (Dragon!JK x Dragon!Reader)

-> Tongue Tied Masterlist (Dog!Reader x Wolf!BTS)

-> Monochrome Masterlist

-> Moonlit Masterlist (Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Reader)

-> Take Care Masterlist (Doctor!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader)

-> Lacrymaria Olor Masterlist (Alien!Jungkook x Human!Reader)

-> I like you (say it back) Masterlist (Shy!Jungkook x Bold!Reader)

-> X♡X♡ [seven days] Masterlist (BDSM!Jungkook x Inexperienced!Reader)

-> Into The Wild Masterlist (Werewolf!Jungkook x Reader)

-> Night Vision Masterlist (Alien!Jungkook x Bunny!Reader)

-> sweet Tooth Masterlist (Cat!MC x Rottweiler!Jungkook)

-> Rampage [Tiger!Jungkook x Deer!Reader]

-> 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓬 Masterlist [Alien!Jungkook x Reader]

-> 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞♡𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 [Omega!Jungkook x Omega!Reader]

-> Clingy [Wolf!Jungkook x Otter!Reader]

-> ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕠 [Model!Jungkook x Stylist!Reader]

-> 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 [Older!Jungkook x Younger!Reader]

-> 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 [VR!Jungkook x VR!Reader]

-> 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 🍒 [Tattoo artist!JK x Cute!Reader]

-> 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 [Idol!Jungkook x IT!Reader]

-> 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 [Racer!Jungkook x Reader]

-> 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 [Idol!Jungkook x Foreigner!Reader]

-> 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 [Non Idol!Jungkook x Reader]

-> Sluts To L♡vers [Experienced!JK x Virgjn!Reader]

Patreon Masterlist:

-> Red Skies (Alien!Jungkook x Reader) [Part 1]

-> Moon Of Claiming (Wolf!Jungkook x Wolf!Reader) [~12k WIP]

-> Sweet Dreams (Jungkook x Reader, Soulmate AU) [Part 1 out soon!] [Story Idea]

-> Unnamed Story (Youtuber!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader) [Story Idea]

-> Primal Bonds (Wolf!Jungkook x Wolf!Reader) [Part 1]

-> The Good Cause (Knight!Guard!Jungkook x Sacrifice!Reader) [Story Idea] [Part 1 out soon!]

-> Memorial (Devil!Jungkook x Demon/Human!Reader) [Teaser]

-> Timeless (King!Jungkook x Reader) [Main Work]

-> Starry Skies (Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Reader, Dystopian AU) [Encyclopedia]

-> Baby Darling (Punk!Jungkook x Wallflower!Reader) [WIP]

-> Pets (Owner!Taehyung x Wolfdog!Jungkook x Cat!Reader, Poly AU) [Intro]