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nightmarecountry · 17 days

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❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜ ( vampire!morpheus is an ass )

It rolls its eyes, hidden by the way it's pressed its face into Morpheus' neck, breathing in the scent of them, hating--and relishing--the way they fog its mind just by being near it. When they're this close, it feels like they're the only creatures in existence; the Corinthian forgets, easily, all of its plans for escape, all the fantasies it carries of a life in which it is no longer stuck in Morpheus' orbit.

There is a bond between them that can never be severed, after all, no matter how they might try to distance themselves from one another.

"No?" It nips its creator's neck, its hips rocking slowly, indulgently where it straddles their thigh. Not nearly enough to get off, like this, but getting off isn't really the point. It wants to know--as always--how far Morpheus can be pushed before they snap. "Should I seek the helping hand of someone else, then, my lord? I'm not exactly starved for choice." It smiles its sharpest smile, and leans in. "A kiss, then? Indulge me. I'll do all the work."

#ic.#v: old things have old hungers #peacereflected: dream #peacereflected #spicy text for ts #toxic relationship tw #abuse tw #[ where to even begin with the tags here really ]#[ mutual obsession and destruction. you know how it is. ]#[ spawn!corinth at all times: im going to make you think about someone else touching me. enjoy. ]

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formshaper · 1 year

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"i'm sorry i pushed your face into the pillow and told you to 'shut the fuck up' when i was riding you last night. it wasn't personal," two beats, she gives him a half-apologetic look. "so do you want a coffee or not?"

It wasn't personal, she says, like Derek hadn't felt himself go cold with shame at the time - a feeling he only half-remembers now, vague and distant like a bad dream. The wolf remembers better than he does though and he nudges it and its anger down. There's no point being pissed about it. He should have known better than to let himself talk during, knows he says stupid shit, can't blame her for not wanting to hear it.

Derek shakes his head no problem, and holds out a hand for the coffee. If she says it wasn't personal then it wasn't, and there's no fucking point feeling shitty about it.

He takes the coffee, steps back. Nods his head towards the open doorway like he's asking if she wants to come in. It's a stupid idea.

#ic.#ic: derek #pohlepen #toxic relationship tw #spicy text for ts #[ HAIUHFNSDKJFNSKFJNG FRANKIE!!! ]#[ derek dissociating off his ass: it's fine it was my fault come in ]

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enj4s · 2 months

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VAMPIRE BOY, BITE ME IN THE MOONLIGHT! ᡣ𐭩 .

─── ˚୨୧⋆ PAIRINGS; subaru sakamaki, 𖥻SUBARU x fem! reader ｡˚ ⋆

─── ˚୨୧⋆ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎; smut. swearing. fem!dom! reader. reader is mean, again. pegging. (lil) hair pulling. hickies. crying. toxic relationship. both are fucked in the head.

★ Author note 😆😆!!: Whoever requested ts excuse my dramatic ass, I LOVE drama as you can see. (sorry btw) enjoy 🤤‼️ yallyal request I got nun to do other than rot in my bed 💔

It was one of those days-

You were a patient and laid-back person, or so you and some people thought. But your anger issues have gone up the roof since you met the seven diabolic, unhinged brothers.

Their mothers and Karlheinz were just as bad, if not even worse. The Mukamis could not redeem themselves but they were bearable, especially Azusa who was just less annoying and irritating, or atleast didn't make you wanna dig your nails in your skin and clutch hard till it bleeds, like the others. You had an exception between the seven Sakamaki siblings as well, whom was Subaru.

Subaru was one helluva person to deal with. If not for Karlheinz introducing you to his past, you would've kept your first impression of him, which was he had rabies.

That boy was as layered and complicated as an onion, and trying to navigate through his mind and emotions was gonna drive you mad. One moment he's calling you a dense ass for dropping a pencil or getting bitten, and the other he's glancing at you all soft like a high school girl in love would.

You swore you have spent and used more brain cells on trying to see through him than you had on maths. He could be downright cruel at times, and even dismissed you so harshly that you favored the men-whore final boss (Laito) over him for some while, which didn't last long when he forced you so adorably in a 'relationship' with him or is what you thought, since he ordered you to resist if any of his brothers try to bite you. What else did it mean?

He would become absolutely feral when he got jealous. It was pretty easy to make him reach that point, but dangerous. He would start yelling at you and destroying everything around him in blind rage when he saw you talk to a male teacher or student or his brother's, going as far as attempting drain you of plasma. It was all too tiring and frustrating, you wanted nothing but quietness, to be left alone and ignored.

His delusion of you being his was so utterly nonsensical, but you went along with it for your safety and sanity, it was wise to sometimes give up and give in to his delusions, which he used as a control and power element. Resisting only meant to get bit to near death, where you'd start to see stars and lights that you thought only existed in cartoons, or, like these times, when he'd strangle you.

-where you'd snap.

"Shut the FUCK UP!" You'd yell at the top of your lungs, couldn't you even be strangled to death silently? His yammering of you being a betrayer was so damn irritating. Subaru jolted and flinched away form the volume of your voice, that look on your eyes, he backed up slightly, his grip on your throat weakened. In a swift movement, you dug your nails deep into his unhealthily pale wrists, shoving him away with every ounce of strength you had left.

Subaru stumbled backwards, catching himself quickly, his white boots stepping on a broken shard of glass from a vase that you bet was supposed to be cherished. You felt guilty for using one of his traumas against him to make him halt, stop. Yes, but did it save you from getting choked? Yes.

The anger was incredibly contagious, you bite your lip to hold back all the insults and traumas you could bring up, knowing that it would just bring you brutal death and a quick burial in dirt in the next hour, you shut your mouth, trying to find saliva to relieve your sore throat that was deeply in dire need of moisture.

The grip he had on your throat just now had been so tight you could've sworn he had actually meant to kill you for a second. Your breathing became labored. Your heartbeat was stubborn and didn't wanna settle down. Your eyes stared back at Subaru's with a mixture of tears and fury, you blink. Trying to help your eyes get used to the light again.

Both of you had your flaws and toxic traits, you suddenly found yourself on top of Subaru, a hard grip on his hair that matched his on your throat earlier, you wipe salty tears away, everything was a blur. You swore you couldn't remember a thing. You'd insult other people for not controlling their actions, yet you couldn't keep yours in check either.

"Sorry," You murmured against his pale skin, kissing alongside the hickies and bite marks you left on his neck. They looked painful. He was a vampire, so you didn't worry too much. They'd heal in an hour or two. You were still between his thighs, cum dripped down his hips and legs.

"You just piss me off sometimes...It's so childish when you start yammering and yelling, creating scenes when I talk to anyone," You watched his wine red eyes trail down in something like shame. His mouth was sewed shut, he was already embarrassed from moaning as loud as he yells. He was cuter when he was quiet, you note, and grin silently, propping yourself on your knees to thrust inside him again without warning, tearing a shriek from the albino beneath you, he drops his head down on the pillows, you were making him feel way too good, as rough as it was.

It almost seemed like you were still taking your anger out on him as you pounded inside him harshly. Subaru felt his stomach coil and he tightens, when you'd lean down to whisper sweet nothings in his ear that didn't match your humping.

“C-ca- ah! Can’t! Hah..” Subaru whined shakily, a sound he'd drop dead before making if he was in his right state of his mind. He hiccups and whimpers as he covered his face with his hands. “So full..hic- too much," His legs dangle like a rag doll's from your shoulders as you plundge inside him deeper and deeper with each delicious thrust.

You lean down with a sigh, catching Subaru's lips in a kiss, and grab at his long bangs, tugging hard to tilt his head upward, and swallow down the loud wail that was about to wrack from his body as he came, vibrating slightly and hips thrusting up pathetically in the air. His fangs poked at your lip a bit painfully as he tried to bite down his noises, now chasing after your lips and the little blood that threatened to spill.

Getting strangled or beat again later from a flustered Subaru wouldn't be surprising after wracking his shit, but it was worth it. You could only laugh as he emptily threatened to break your arm after this, complaining that he couldn't feel his legs and that you're a perv.

─── ˚୨୧⋆ @enj4s ♡ @un0rin ♡

don't repost or copy I know where u live 👁

#diabolik lovers #subaru sakamaki #sub character #dom reader #dialovers #karlheinz sakamaki #subaru x reader #enj4s

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yuquinzel · 10 months

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— singularity.

feat. mikage reo. gn!reader. implied fwb. suggestive. i’d call this toxic. wanted to write reo in a new light. thank u user @fallenssun aka rosie for hyping me for this <3

mikage reo resents you, that much, you are aware of.

maybe hate is too strong of a word. you are afraid to use it. resent rings the right way — the perfect adjective to explain his lasting glares, the twist of his lips followed by dismissive responses whenever you strike a conversation. you catch his eyes on you often, maybe looking for more reasons to abhor you. he doesn’t seem to hide it either, whenever you flash him a smile and he only scowls at you. curse him, he wears it dashingly.

but then again, for reo to resent you so much he can not stay in the same room as you must mean you have done something to be the subject of his bitterness.

that, is where you are clueless.

despite his resentment, reo is quite gentle with you. when he needs to be, at least.

is tragedy a strong word too? your relationship with reo resembles one strikingly. a bloody-eyed tragedy dressed as a daydream in which tongue and limbs entangle and fingers run through disheveled hair, thumbs trace the bruised skin of the other. your vision is blurred and memories are hazy when blinded by euphoria. you can taste nectar on reo’s lips. as much as he resents you, he can not deny you either.

which is why you are still in his life, you conclude. you wonder if you could ever have the power to ruin him like he does with you.

nagi seems to have a strange liking in stirring up the already uncomfortable atmosphere, “think i’m gonna go, ’m too tired. ’ts such a pain seeing you both act like nervous teenagers.”

reo pays him no mind, instead finding the empty ochoko in his hand more interesting. he traces a lazy finger on its outlines, breathing a sigh of content when he pours himself more of the saké the three of you had indulged in.

it had been nagi, who invited you. he did not tell you he would be companied by reo as well. you guess reo must’ve tried convincing him otherwise. but you know you’re just flattering yourself — reo does not think of you as often as delude yourself.

“nagi, shut up. you’re the one who asked me to come. it’s rude to leave after that.” you say with blush-stained cheeks and a slurred voice. you haven’t drunk much. but you have always been a lightweight. nagi had known that, you think.

“come with me, then.” reo stirs in his spot. nagi turns to him. as the snow-haired male speaks the next dragged and slow syllables, you feel reo’s eyes boring into you. in any other occasion, you would’ve pretended to ignore him and shrink in your spot further. but maybe the alcohol has settled in your system. you feel defiant under his gaze. “reo wouldn’t mind, will you?”

it takes countable, pathetic seconds for reo to respond. you would call it hesitation — the second reo steals for an answer, but you know better. “i am going to stay back for some time. you can leave if you want.” he wears an elegant smile, eyes set on you. it is something the poets would call enchanting. a long-drawn breath leaves you. reo’s eyes haven’t left you. not yet.

you know what he’s asking. he won’t verbalise it. you know him. you feel compelled to play along with him. he knows you. you don’t really give him this power over you. he just commands it like it has always been his.

“that so?” nagi waits for your answer.

which comes in the form of a hesitant nod, “i’m staying back too, i don’t wanna go home yet.” you mirror reo’s smile. he pretends to look away and take a sip of his drink.

“ah. can’t be helped. ’m leaving then.” the subtle stretch of lips on nagi’s face and the tone of his voice is a little teasing. one you’d call mocking if you couldn’t hear the fondness behind it.

a part of you feels betrayed. that nagi has left you alone here, fully aware of your shaky relationship with reo. the more braver part of you is thrilled. you blame the alcohol. reo has never initiated a normal time together besides the unassuming “7:30” texts followed by the address of some five-star luxury hotel he must frequent a lot.

you always tell yourself it will be the last time. you always end up going again.

you wonder if this unplanned business is the same one as well. you would be disappointed if so.

the silence that encompasses the quaint tatami room is oddly comforting. there is a faint glow of honey, its origin nothing but the paper lamps hung over the walls. you think the restaurant must’ve been reo’s choice.

“i did not try to convince him to not call you, if you are wondering.” reo begins, and you feel like a part of you — hidden somewhere deep within the confines of your secrets is scanned over and vulnerably exposed. “i was the one who asked him to call you.”

“ah. i didn’t assume anything.” you lie, for reasons you can’t pinpoint. you shouldn’t be drinking more than this, it would backfire later. but it’s a good distraction from being the centre of reo’s attention. it is unnerving. you are not supposed to enjoy it this much.

as if reo can see right through you, he lets a chuckle hum in the air. “i see. that’s good. i was afraid i gave that impression.”

you know he’s doing this on person. that’s just what he does. and you don’t really feel like entertaining his amusement tonight, “you didn’t. but i wouldn’t have come if i knew you asked for me.”

your words take him aback, you hope so. reo clears his throat. “mhm. that’s why i asked nagi to do so. i have something to say.”

“and it couldn’t be over texts?” you lie again, because it is easier than admitting you wanted to see him.

“it couldn’t be over texts.” he repeats. “i had to see you.”

maybe the alcohol was too strong. reo has never been a lightweight like you. and he does not give you the luxury to discern his words further.

“do you hate me?” he mutters after a bated breath.

“i wouldn’t want to see you if i did.”

your finger goes to rest on your lips, brushing a little over the slightly chapped skin. you don’t miss the way reo’s eyes follow your ministrations. you hadn’t expected yourself to answer so quickly, or at all. but it is almost as if it was scripted. like you had hoped for him to be the one in doubts and for once, you being the one who subjects him to your cruelty.

reo lets your words simmer in his mind, a ghost of a smile lingering on his lips. some phantom words slither through his teeth and rest on his tongue, tasting bittersweet and dangerously addictive.

it has always been like this with you. you have always made him like this.

“do you think i hate you?” he asks. you hold your breath.

“resent would be the right word. you resent me.”

reo sucks in a deep breath, you see yourself behind his eyes. it seemed to you as if he was in pain. you also know you are the cause of it. it is both solemn and exhilarating. you feel bad. but you really don’t.

then he smiles at you. one you have always thought charming and fake. “would you like to go on a walk with me?”

when nights ascends the city of tokyo, bringing along a rainshower of artificial lights reflecting on the damp asphalt, dwindling the city scrapers with stars and fluttering with the scent of cheap champagne and take-out food— it’s when the city truly comes alive.

reo and you walk side by side. it is a little cold, so reo has you wrapped in his coat. it has been quiet for moments, maybe he is giving you the time to prepare yourself.

“i’m sorry.” the sudden apology hits you like a train. you could not have expected it. your face contorts into something intangible. reo sees your confusion.

“...for what?” you ask when he does not elaborate. you figure he had waited for you to question it.

“for wanting you.”

a nervous breath makes it way past your lips, and you struggle to find it again. the air is knocked out of your lungs just like that, and your heart stalls and stutters in your chest. reo sense your tension. he knows only he is capable of this. he does not say anything about it. if he expects you to question him again, then you’re afraid the conversation will end here.

but then he continues, “i’m sorry for wanting you. and i’m sorry i made it your problem.”

“what? — what are you saying, reo—”

“you have always been the only thing i’ve wanted. so desperately.” this is where reo pauses, to look at you. the contrast to his words and the twist of his lips, paired with the knit between his brows — it’s dangerously charming. “you are also the only thing i’m not good at. it makes me resent you.”

hearing the words resent and you in the same sentence in reo’s voice, directed at you — it would’ve tore you apart, it would picked at your skin until you bleed and fire smokes your lungs. but it would be peaceful. you could accept it and eventually come to terms with it. however long that takes.

but right now, it only leaves you more conflicted. if reo intends to love you, then it is a torment in itself.

“i despise finding you in everything. even when i’m not looking for you. i thought my resentment would eventually overrule everything else. but it didn’t. i only want you more than i can deny. you are on my mind more than you should be — and all that is making me realise i don’t resent you after all.”

a faint glow of strawberries is dusted on reo’s cheeks. you can feel the head radiating off him. along with the scent of his expensive luxury cologne, one he has covered you in many times before. it seems like a lie. “i just resent wanting you when i know i should not.”

seconds seem melt into infinity. you think your thoughts are no less than your words. they are spoken the moment they come to mind. when you part your lips, the december winter of tokyo manifests as the condensed air with your words. reo feels the urge to brush his thumb over your flushed cheeks. something about the moment is making you seem oddly vulnerable. “if you love me, you do not love me in a way i understand.”

your voice comes hushed. reo tenses up. then you hear his chuckle. it does not make you look at him. it does not make him look away from you.

you know you should walk away. this is not good for your heart. it makes you sick. you should walk away and never look back.

but instead,

“will you teach me?”

you feel a sick urge to smile, as wide as you can when you see reo part his lips. a broken voice, nothing more than an incoherent blurb of sound, leaves his lips.

it seems reo and you are not much different.

“teach me, how to love you that way. the kind that is so intense, it becomes greater than love and manifests as resentment. the kind you are so afraid to show. let me see it.”

there is not much distance between reo’s fingers and the heat of your skin. not when he brushes them over the outlines of your jaw, and then the corner of your lips. the very spot your own finger has traced only moments prior.

“you will leave me.” he says, pressing his thumb a little harshly on your bottom lip.

“if i had plans on leaving,” you let yourself lean into his touch. reo seems to like that, “you wouldn’t have seen me tonight.”

“i am afraid of hurting you.” reo knows his voice is weak, uncharacteristic and in contrast to his usual charm. he can’t seem to hate it though. he reminds himself you have seen more vulnerable than this.

he knows you will probably see more of him than he ever has, when your lips brush against his thumb. he aches to make it last, but then you speak again. “of course you’ll hurt me. you already have. i can’t promise i will not hurt you either. but i have stayed. love is just a compromise between hurt and adoration. you should know only you could hurt me in ways i’d adore.”

reo closes his eyes. you watch the rise and fall of his shoulders. “i wanted to see you one last time today. because i’m leaving.”

reo lets his finger rest between the crease of you brows. he smooths it over with a subtle drag. he looks like a bittersweet teenage dream. when he smiles at you like that. you should’ve been at a loss for words. you can not ask him when, or where, how far, how close — you can not ask him anything. yet you find yourself speaking anyway. maybe to fill in the silence. “do you expect me to ask you to stay?”

at this, reo has to look away. it is the first time tonight he has actively avoided your eyes. “no, but if i do — if i stay, will i see you again? will you let me? not just in hotel rooms or dinners like these, but everywhere. i want to keep seeing you.”

it is weak, his voice. he seems to be at the mercy of your reactions. it’s a little odd. your heart shouldn’t skip a beat at this.

“i will.” you don’t say, instead letting your hand rest on top of his. the one that is still caressing the side of your face. “then see me.” you don’t demand, instead clutching onto his hand a little stronger.

reo seems to understand you anyway. he has been good at that.

so he lets his lips crash with yours. there is no hesitation, it’s brimming with fervent passion. reo steals your breaths, as if he’s never had enough of it. he has always been a little selfish when it came to you — but you like him like that, he knows. which is why when he pulls back — only because he was breathless — he would look at your lips, swollen and bruised. he relishes in seeing your flushed cheeks. your parted breaths.

he tells you he loves you. in this moment. and later when you’d find yourself in his room, on his bed, covered in his sheets that smell like him. after, when you wear his shirt that hangs loosely around your shoulders. and when he drops you home, when he bends down to place a kiss on the side of your neck.

mikage reo tells you he loves you. and if you believe him, then this time you have no one to blame but yourself.

unhealthy relationship based on physical attraction, which is mistaken for love. reo does not tell you he loves you, but you simply delude yourself into believing it. so when he does say it — you’re too in love to notice it doesn’t mean anything.

that’s what i was going for i mean but yeah ok. now back to characterizing reo right and writing fluff :> thanks for reading, cya !

#❛ ‧˚🪐 — the dusk renditions.#couldn’t help sneaking in one richard siken quote :>#reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #reo x you #mikage reo x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #reo mikage x you #blue lock reo #reo x reader #i want a dollar for everytime i wrote resent ngl

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jungwnies · 1 year

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syn ' a fight sends doyoung missing in action, will it make or break the relationship? pairing ' fem!reader x husband!doyoung

warnings ' cursing, marital problems, arguing, lowkey toxic

requested by @kang-yeosangs-initials

"this is bullshit doyoung!" you shout across the kitchen as he puts on his shoes. "we fight about this all the fucking time!"

"y/n, i don't know what you fucking want from me." doyoung argues.

the second walked out that door, your head was hot. you were angry. honestly, you were hoping he'd never come back through that door.

you grab a glass from the cabinet and pour yourself some wine, sitting alone on the couch.

when you woke up in bed alone, you sighed. "bastard." you mumbled to yourself getting up.

you get ready and leave the house, you didn't come back for the past three days.

if doyoung wasn't going to be there, then what was the point of you being there? the house was supposed to a be a sacred ground for the two of you, but it just felt wrong, even if it was originally your home, it still felt empty without him.

"he hasn't come home yet?" your friend asks you sitting across the cafe table from you.

you shrug, "i don't know i haven't been home in days, but if he was home i would've gotten a motion notification from the security cameras."

"maybe you should just get a divorce, he's not good for you anymore." your friend tells you hesitantly.

"that's if i even see him ever again." you tell her laughing. "he should've never left, we could've talked it out, but i don't know after this argument, it just seems like the end."

⎯ ts

you type in the code to your lock and go into your home, it smelled the same, but it didn't feel the same. you see doyoung in the kitchen sitting down with some take-out.

"hey." he says, with a smile.

you scoff and put down your things walking away.

"y/n, why aren't you talking to me?" he asks putting down his fork.

"seriously?" you snap turning around to face him, "you want me to talk to you after you've been awol for three days?"

doyoung looks at you confused, "y/n i don't know what you're talking about, i've been home."

you laugh, "oh my god, don't you think i would've known if you were home?"

"seriously y/n, don't be delusional." he sneered.

"either way doyoung, i don't want you here, so please just leave." you tell him, with a tired tone.

"what did i do?" he complained.

"what did you do?" you ask with a scoff, "are you seriously asking me that right now?"

"yes?" he says, confused.

"every time there's an argument, you just leave, you never fucking listen to what i have to say, you never want to fix things, you just leave, and then you come back like nothing happened!" you exploded. "you're not the same man i loved four years ago, and i want you out, i don't want you to come back!" you shout, tears coming out of your eyes.

"what?" doyoung asks, shocked.

"please doyoung, just stop acting like everything’s fine when it’s not fine!" you cried, trying to wipe the tears off your face as they kept coming down.

doyoung walked up to you and grabbed the sides of your arms, "y/n..."

you shake him off, "don't touch me, and don't act like you're sorry, because if you were this would have never been a problem."

doyoung steps back, "y/n please stop crying." doyoung said, crying with you.

"i just wish you never promised to love me till death did us apart." you tell him sobbing, "i tried really hard to make this work, and you just walked away every time."

doyoung looks at you with a bittersweet expression, "are you okay?"

you look at doyoung and you laugh as tears fall out of your eyes, "after you just ended our seven year relationship? yeah i'm just peachy."

you walk away from him and put back on your jacket, "when i come back, i want you and your things gone."

2022 © jungwnies

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nightmarecountry · 6 months

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a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim . ( from dream )

Cool fingers close around his jaw, dragging him into a kiss that feels more like violence than affection--

--which is just how he likes it. Laughter like brittle glass in the back of his eyemouths; he quiets only when Dream turns their attention to one of them instead, their tongue slipping between his teeth like a knife. The Corinthian growls into it, hands curled into fists in Dream's robe, keeping them close. Like every time before this, the intensity of his creator's attention is dizzying. He will never stop wanting it, he thinks, never stop craving it, starved for every drop he's given, hoping it'll be enough to sustain him through the next drought, the next long stretch of time where Dream barely looks at him.

"I know what you're doing," the other eyemouth hisses. Its tongue snakes out, lengthening unnaturally to lick just under the Dreamlord's eye. A deliberate little threat, a play at power. "You're jealous. You only get like this when you--ah, hah--when you think I've been straying--"

Like he could ever be anyone else's.

#ic.#v: the original #peacereflected: dream #peacereflected #[ that little interjection was either because dream bit him or because dream's tongue went deeper. surprise!! ]#toxic relationship tw #[ they are so fucked up. corinthian loves it. ]#spicy text for ts

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miikaluv · 4 months

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ੈ✩ bruno thoughts that nobody asked for ¡! ❞

gender neutral, these are just hcs that have def been put out there before but i just have some things to say

suggestive! not smut but proceed w caution??

a/n: when im writing this its legit 5am and the birds are chirping but my bucciarati thoughts wait for no man

maybe this goes without saying but in comparison to the rest of the bucci gang i just knooow hes such a romantic lover (caesar style)

this man is HANDSY. hands are always on you when you’re around each other, not even necessarily sexual, he just loves to feel the warmth of your skin under his palms!

and even when it is sexual, his hands are never leaving you- i’m imagining like running all over your torso type situation like they are always moving (god i love him)

he just wants to feel you close!! understandable

idk if this is a popular opinion in the jojos fandom but i feel like he would be possessive too like not in a toxic way just

like he is prooooud of his s/o and he wants the whole fucking world to know it but if ANYONE tries ANYTHING my man yelling sticky fingers he don’t play

(my man like 😭😭💕)

he looooves when you run your fingers through his hair

that man has a well maintained haircut (ik y’all seeing the fuck ass bob) and so naturally he loves getting it done- even just dragging your fingers through the strands of his hair likeee ik hes eating that up

he def does not mind you taking the lead, and i just know he’s into ts

i feel like hes super into a dominant s/o like this man just wants you to feel good, but when you take control, even in everyday life i just know he loves it

even if a more shy s/o occasionally showed a bit of sass likeeeee

i feel like he’s totally down for polyamory likeeee idk

i reckon he’d be fine with just one s/o, but he’d also def be down for polyamory, or even just a non-monogamous sexual relationship & he has def experimented with it in the past

hes def bringing a certain long-haired someone in (if you’re comfortable w that ofc)

this my man just has so much love to give!

definitely big on eye contact

idgaf he’s flirty as FUCK like the eye contact goes crazy w him, and he’s gonna be noticing every little detail of the way your eyes flick over his face when he’s close to you

loves to see you shy away and blush but will also find it sooo attractive when you hold your ground and stare right back

a/n: for some reason this post keeps glitching so if u see any duplicate paragraphs ignore it 😭😭🙏

#i just know ts has his feet KICKING #bruno bucciarati #bucciarati headcannons #bruno jjba #jjba golden wind #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos #bucci gang #bruno buccellati #bruno x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno bucciarati smut #jjba smut #jjba headcanons #bruabba truthers know #i want abbacchio too btw like so bad #bruabba x reader #golden wind smut #miikaluv

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p3ach-gyals · 3 months

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omg CAN WE PLEASE STOP SHIPPING CHARACTERS THAT HATE EACH OTHER?! it’s actually fucking disgusting.

Relationships should not be built on hate, that’s toxic asf and anyone who supports that ideology is a certified weirdo. For example, Lucifer and Alastor. First of all, Alastor is aroace, and he doesn’t like Lucifer, and Lucifer doesn’t like him, they started arguing the moment they met each other. And Lucifer is still pretty much stuck on Lilith so absolutely not, no.

I used to be a huge fan of My hero Academia, not anymore but I was. I quit when Bakudeku had become a thing, absolutely disgusting.

BAKUGO LITERALLY TOLD DEKU TO KILL HIMSELF IN SEASON 1, THE FIRST EPISODE. STOP. ITS NOT CUTE AT ALL, ITS WEIRD AS HELL.

Or, Jujutsu Kaisen. With fucking Megumi and Sukuna. First of all, I think you guys are forgetting that when you say 'Megumi x Sukuna' you’re talking about the actual embodiment of Sukuna, not Yuji Itadori. That’s pedophilia, and two it’s literally Megumi’s job to kill curses. He doesn’t like Sukuna, and sukuna almost killed him, so let’s not.

Naruto and Sasuke / 'Narusasu' is also weird considering how many times Sasuke has tried to kill Naruto, and even in the end they’ve both said they strictly see each other as brothers.

Sanegiyuu, weird asf ship. SANEMI HATES GIYUU PRACTICALLY ALL THE HASHIRA HATE GIYUU, WAKE UP.

more examples of this includes 'chuuya x dazai' (CHUUYA HATES DAZAI FOR LEAVING THE PM), 'geto x gojo' (they don’t even hate each other but they are strictly friends.), Joker x batman. (THEY HATE EACH OTHER BATMANS JOB IS TO LOCK UP JOKER AND JOKER WANTS TO KILL BATMAN)

Like honestly we can just keep talking about this all day but the point is like I said before, love is not meant to be built on dislike and hatred. Honestly its strange to even think that way, please stop normalizing ts, like honestly. And its literally the women that are obsessed with shipping men together, like why are you so obsessed with that. Idc how many people hate me for this, its weird asf. Stop doing it, please.

#hazbinhotel alastor #hazbinhotel lucifer #batman #the joker #bakudeku #my hero academia #jujutsu kaisen #naruto #sasuke uchiha #giyuu tomioka #sanemi shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba #fandom #shipping

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joesalw · 4 months

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“She should have understood he is a human being first and even respect the fact that he wanted to build a name on its own, by not using her.”

I genuinely believe this ties down to the type of white feminism or just TS feminism ™️ she seems to practice, she has become The Man ™️. Which is essentially that whatever toxic behaviour she may exude (and is also seen on men very often) is great because she’s a woman and that’s empowering.

So by her having the power (at least from the professional and economical standpoint) on the relationship it might be justified for her to expect her partner to be known for her only, and consequently having his career to be on a second place (this one being prolific or not) and its supposed to be seen by us as some sort of super empowering, girl boss, trailblazing move when in reality is just the same issue but on a pink bejewelled trenchcoat.

spill

#anti taylor swift #joe alwyn #anti swifties #swifties dni

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aarontaylorsjohnson · 6 days

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as someone who isn't a swiftie but certainly doesn't hate TS...wtf was that? she is talented, she has written so many incredible songs. but the album is unbelievably boring. she tried to be complex but the delivery didn't quite land for me.

It was a super bad fit for her style. I think she is best on tracks that either have wistful and youthful perspectives like "Back to December, "Begin Again," "Out of the Woods" or high romanticism like "Love Story," "Lover," "Paper Rings." Then there are the sexy genre hits like "Dress" and "Gorgeous," the wonderful storytelling of Folkmore, and the fun stuff like "Shake It Off" and "Blank Space."

The biting satire stuff she's going for in this one doesn't quite work for me. She does NOT have enough critical distance from her life and toxic patterns to satirize any of it well. Trust that if she decides to rehab her toxic behavior through true introspection - not with 'therapy' sessions provided by her mom - I WILL be there to cheer her on. Otherwise it's cardboard libraries that look like mausoleums, fan armies that are almost as aggressive and hiveminded as MAGA, and burn book albums churned out at a pace that inevitably compromises quality. My frustrations are not so much with her individually as the culture that has pitched its tent on her doorstop and mirrors her worst impulses. You don't love mother's behavior? Literally kys. Anyone else being anywhere on any industry output chart that could even brush against mother's greatness and manufactured record-setting? See previous instruction to kys. Joe dared to be born into an affluent family and is white and male - he doesn't deserve to have any emotions or needs in their relationship. It's just so fucking feral of them

#anti taylor swift #tw suicide mention

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softtcurse · 1 year

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Not the best idea

toxic! reader x jackharlow

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yourinstagram if I can’t have you no one should

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jackharlow lol

yourinstagram ew go away white man

ynscloset omg yn 😭

jackharlow wasn’t saying ew last night

yourinstagram awww are you upset bc you’re not having this bomb ass pussy tonight?? 🍅

sza 🤤🤤

yourinstagram 😘 you said it best beautiful

dojacat squirt

yourinstagram what happened to hello? How are you doing?? 💗😭

ooenmidesmed yn whose your favorite ex? 😀

yourinstagram the one that didn’t try to play me like a fool

diorngabana oop? 🌚 don’t be shy, tell us

jackharlow stop spreading rumors about me online.

yourinstagram well u actually just exposed yourself dummy

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jackharlow who wanna sit on my face?

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yourinstagram all your whores probably

jackharlow nahhh just you , but you keep playing games

hollywoodunlocked sources telling us relationship failed because of fear of commitment but yn??? Any comments?

yourinstagram 💀 y’all aren’t doing ts through email anymore??

jackharlow scared to answer them?

yourinstagram don’t be a dick and do this over Instagram without texting me like an actul adult?

jackharlow I would if I wasn’t blocked 💯 crazy ass

yourinstagram what happened to the last time you called me crazy??

jackharlowsbabe OOOOO HES A MUNCHHHH!!

jackharlowupdatess IM DEAD LOLLL

kendalljenner 🥰💋

ynismother Ariana what are you doing hereeee??

softtcurse get your thin ass hair outta here

yourinstagram it’s okay babe 😭 she knows who’s orgasm she’s kissing outta his mouth at the end of the day 💗

kendalljenner you can’t mind your business?

yourinstagram shut up before I fuck your brother and give you a nephew 👻

dojacat STOPP IT YNNNN 😭😭

kaliuchis 😀 me sitting here reading her comments

druski2funny Wtf going on in the comments?

jackharlow I honestly don’t know

urbanwyatt @/yourinstagram we’re still friends right?? 🧑‍🦯 🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯

yourinstagram I luv u urby 💗💗

you via instagram stories

jack via instagram stories

#jack harlow fic #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow smut #jack harlow instagram au

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jalwyn21 · 1 month

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Joe, like Tom is learning the hard way that falling in love with a crazy narcissistic bitch like Taylor Swift is one of the worst decisions you could ever make in your life. One minute, you are her "Lover" better than all the men she's dated blah blah blah. Then,the next, you're the worst person ever. She's always the innocent victim even when she is in the wrong AKA the TH saga. With narcissistic people, you become the flavor of the day, month, year, or years, and the next, you are discarded and treated like trash. Normally, ppl would be appalled, but because TS makes overhyped mid ass music that lots of ppl like. She is praised for this behavior. On a side note: The support of TS's toxic behavior in relationships proves that IRL there are millions of ppl like that. Which is quite terrifying, tbh if you are dating/ wanting to get married.

The devaluation phase is so real !!!!!

The way she gets to hide behind the excuse of misogyny. Imagine a man behaving like her... 🙄🙄🙄