#im sorry my brains a mush rn

[ratatatastic]

pretty boy spotted in dania beach alert pretty boy spotted in dania beach alert!

6.29.24 (x)

[santakinard]

Inspiration Saturday

Tagged by my beloveds @wildlife4life ans @lover-of-mine tysm babes 💙💙💙💙💙

I finally actually FINALLY started writing again this week (just a little but it's still something) so you get a mooodboard AND a snippet for my Buddie and Madney Married In Vegas fic

Maddie thought she'd have a simple wedding. Just her, Howie, Jee-Yun, and their close friends and family. But then her parents had to step in and “help” – most definitely trying to make up for not being there at her last wedding – and now it's nothing like it was supposed to be and Maddie is tired. She just wants to hurry up and marry the love of her life.  Which is why she ends up telling her fiancé, “Let's get married.”  They're currently at their second bar in Vegas after seeing a show and gambling a bit. Buck had seen her stressed, and gave them a trip to Las Vegas to celebrate their joint bachelor and bachelorette parties. But now she thinks being here is a perfect sign that they should get married now.  Howie laughs. “Yeah, that's kind of why we're having this bachelor/bachelorette party.” “No, I mean, we're already in Vegas with our closest friends. We can still do the big wedding to include Jee. But I want to marry you now.” He blinks at her. “You're serious.”  Maddie takes his hand and gives in a soft yet determined squeeze. “Absolutely.”  Howie gives her a giant, beaming smile. “Okay let's do it.”  “Yeah?” She asks, her smile mirroring his.  “Yeah.” He squeezes her hand. “Let's get married.” 

No pressure tagging: @wh0re-behavi0r @gayhoediaz @elvensorceress @monsterrae1 @eddiediazisascorpio @giddyupbuck @hoodie-buck @eddiebabygirldiaz and anyone else who wants to do this!

[lemonzestywrites]

Game Changer opinions?

ofc! these are more just general thoughts but here you go

- they should have me on

- me and @shyaudacity just were mentioning how hilarious lou is, he's an absolute legend

- the escape room episode is hands down my favorite one, my comfort episode fr

- i personally would love to see sam play in an episode with the sole intent of destroying him (al la sam says but worse)

- also would love one with the crew members actually! i wanna see them playing to

-would also love to see and 'amazing race' type of episode where we just send these bastards around LA and whatnot :)

[laughingtale]

on the priority of the to-do list:

recheck verses / tags / pages to see whats outdated/in need of smnth

update rules w/ new info or changed info ( cant remember if i updated my age there yet or not either ). Might add rule/note ab considering someone following one of my blogs all of my blogs bc it gets a bit confusing---

get pages up for @binksbrew specifically, decide whether or not to add kyros, bartolomeo, bege, or guernica

LOOK AT FOLLOWING/FOLLOWERS LIST (<- person who. has not looked at that in. over a year orz )

Sort through inbox / drafts and decide if keep or if new slate or mix,,,,

Maybe make a new promo,,,, its been ten million years since ive opened ps,,,,

[sunnist4rs]

genuine question how are you a terf if you were previously nb

I've always been a tomboy. I grew up around mostly feminine girls who tried to change my style and interests. So I hung out with the boys and was always disappointed to find the only reason they'd like me was that they had a crush on me. They'd guilt trip me into dating them and then I'd move away (my familys pretty nomadic).

As the only representation I saw of what a girl could be was super different to me and was something I started to resent (I was a 'not like other girls/bruh girl') I thought I must be a boy. My family (used to be) super accepting of the tqia+ (my mums now gender critical), we watched Mardigra on the TV every year since I was a newborn so I grew up around that stuff.

In 2020/1 I started 'questioning my gender identity'. It was lockdown and tqia+ propoganda was all over social media. My mental health was pretty bad so I found comfort in this community. Even at this time I disagreed with some of the ideals like trans people in womans sports and neopronouns but I felt forced to go along with it or be ostricised. During this time I genuinely believed at different stages I was demi-girl, genderfluid, demi-boy or even trans. But nonbinary was what stuck for years.

Up until this year I went by they/them pronouns everywhere and while I've always only gone by my nickname I called my birthname a 'deadname'. I saw confusing strangers with my appearance as the biggest compliment, I'd make flag accessories and felt super uncomfortable whenever anyone called me 'she'. In PE I would switch between boy/girl teams and everyone at school knew about my pride.

When I moved overseas I fell into the redpill/tradwife sphere for 6-8 months and became gender confused. I still called myself nonbinary but only believed there were three genders including my own. Later on in this phase I began to accept my womanhood even though I was disgusted by it. I decided to make a blog to speak my mind politics wise as tumblr is covered in TRA rhetoric and I wanted to make a space where I didn't have to pretend I believed in it. Quickly I discovered radical feminist theory as it's the main gender critical ideology on here. I'm a pretty factual person and while a lot of minority oppression stats don't add up womans suffering from men was very clear when I actually read the evidence and theory.

TLDR; I was raised thinking being a woman was a bad thing and being nonbinary separated me from that. I convinced myself I was basically a boy and I got huge waves of encouragement for doing so. Once I left this bubble the illusion began to shatter and being nonbinary didn't help my health anymore. I discovered radical feminism and it all fit into place; I am a woman, just a gnc one. I was friends with at least 30 different tqia+ kids when I identified as nb and they all had very similar stories to me so it's likely they were manipulated by society too.

[deliveringspookzandtreatz]

to the tall muses this is basically marco to them no one can change my mind

[birdietrait]

Hey, what is the meaning of queue? In simblr context, i mean. Than you

in simblr context? ik people do timezone reblogs and queue those up, is that what you’re referring to??

[sundial-girl]

Do you have any hcs for Heron???

how did you catch me thinking abt him... spooky

i'm like super bad at listing hcs out in an organized manner (*_ _)人 but here's some:

goes for long walks at night to clear his mind when he can't sleep. yeah walking around the dark alone at like 2 in the morning probably isn't the safest thing but he prefers the solitude at that time of day. occasionally he'll also find something like a cool rock or shell or whatever on these walks to bring back and gift to one of his friends (or just keep for himself)

occasionally tries to hide his emotions so those close to him won't worry about him, but he's not actually very good at that (sometimes) and it just makes them worry more :'0. also, very prone to mood swings, which he also tries to hide as to not ruin the mood [pun was not intended i swear]

please don't let him wear roller skates/heelys - he says he'll be fine and knows how to use them but he crashes into everything and nearly breaks his bones 😭

he and oliver don't actually talk all that much but there is a silent mutual understanding (bird instincts 🤝)

used to have a higher cold tolerance prior to losing his hand (& eye), but can't risk being out in the cold as much anymore due to the mechanical parts possibly getting damaged (& the metal gets freezing which is. uncomfortable) so :( rip

scared of the dentist but only a little bit. not completely terrified but doesn't like going there

i know the mauling len to death thing is a joke sorta but i wonder if there is smthn deeper to it. like len reminds heron of himself in a way (even in spite of several differences), and something about that makes him so envious and full of rage and he's not sure why (he does, but wouldn't admit to it)—what's even more frustrating is len just keeps being... len. is he willfully ignorant and is this mockery or is he really that forgiving? and how could you forgive someone after all they've done to you? maybe len represents a lot of things heron is not and that's what really sets him off to attack him, personally. but maybe not thats just a theory a heron theory

very neutral on goldfish crackers

bumps into doorframes a lot b/c. tol

there was a trend years ago iirc? of people just randomly climbing up to really high places and just sorta sitting there. i feel like maybe he'd do that sometimes just cause? like w/ the first point he might just need places to vibe alone sometimes

thang

[peri]

tip for ppl who use tumblr desktop: currently there is a glitch where most of the time, blogs wont open if you click them, as well as clicking some notifications in your activity. the only current workaround i know as of rn is to click to go back a page then click the blog/notification again. clicking back wont actually take you to a different page. smth important to notice is when you click a blog, the url changes. it'll have /peri at the end, for example, which is of course the url for when you're on someone's blog. if you see that url but don't see a blog popping up, then just click to go back a page and try clicking the blog again! this usually brings it up right away, it hasnt failed me yet.

[qualityrain]

Do you have any hc on ana's relationship with the other members of the snow lotus squad? I personally think that ana was close with her first squad but not with the second.

Also, if they had more time to interact, what kind of relationship would owl and mei had?

im going to be honest ive never thought abt it until now 😭 i mean it makes sense she was closer w her old one considering it was only a year ish or else when she became the leader of the new one. (i do not know anything abt how valk school or how squads work) I think she stayed in snow lotus squad since she was 12? and grew and fought with the others and she was 16 and became the adjutant and she really looked up to the leader and they never really had anything go badly and if it did the leader was there to fix it(i think ana just did whatever the leader told her too)and the squad could go through it together anyway right!!!! cut to all of them dying in manila

i wish there was more said abt her afterwards because she basically just lost like her friends and family but she has her bio fam looking out for her and like the other valks to support her. idk abt her new squad shes probably rlly protective of them because she can’t let what happened in manila happen to them again!! cut to all of them dying because of honkai (i acrually do not rmb if ppl made it out alive. idt dudu/rita/Alvitr said anything abt it) (i wish there was more of her thoughts abt becoming a herrscher and the whole situation like i think it would be interesting!!! BUT NOOOOOO STAY IN A COMA I GUESS)

i cant decide on what rs mei and owl would have because i cant decide on whats funniest. the raven mei owl dynamic is my fav in the entire game i want them to become a wack ass found family (delusional). i think b4 coral arc if mei and owl ever met and spent more time tgt their interactions would just be like how mei interacrs w kevin its just the “….” dialogue for five hours. theyre both perfectly fine not talking to each other but i think owl would be the one she would ask if she wanted answers because yk how kevin wont say shit and raven has double meanings and tries to fight her every time i think owl gives her answers no double meaning no underlying motive. he has no business with mei and he doesnt give two shits.

i think after coral arc if owl survives i cant chose between mei being a bitch to him like how she is to raven or being normal w him because raven would be annoyed i think the latter is funnier but i think more ppl should be a annoying to owl because hes so rude for no reason LMFAO. i think mei would be slightly protective of him because yk theyre parallels of each other and she is the older one and maybe she teaches him abt herrscher powers also i think owl treats her nicely because shes not annoying like raven (affectionate) and she now knows his cringe backstory.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

Okay uhhh plant flower ideas!!!

• Is more plant than human or metal

• Able to mimic other people's appearances/voices (due to the ciflower voice being completely different)

• Met moke because he'd not been in his greenhouse in like 2 years so he walks in one day and finds this creature which looks human except for the vines twisting from their legs sitting there.

• Moke introduced his friends, she ends up living with the Meika twins in their greenhouse

• Usually people can't tell she's not human, sometimes she just removes one of her hands (she can regrow them) just to see people's reactions

• also I like the spore idea from the hivemind au, so she can use controlling/borracherro spores if she wants. Usually she won't unless Moke's doing his working-for-5-days-straight-thing or something

-🌟

INCHRESTING!!! i really like these 👀👀👀 yess plant flower...

why is everything happening to moke lmaoo omg... poor guy, "normalest" in the friend group of undead eldritch horror, literal plant, broken android besties 1 and 2, and whatever len is ig

omg tho flower NO not the spores 😭😭 ik u have good intentions in trying to get moke to not overwork himself but PLS just make him like... tea or smthn 😭

[santakinard]

I was tagged by my beloved @lucydonato to do the last receiptify of 2023 tysm babe 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

I didn't listen much but when I did it was basically my two new fave Christmas albums

No pressure tagging: @wh0re-behavi0r @monsterrae1 @jddryder @eddiediazisascorpio @eddiebabygirldiaz @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck @missoliverstark and anyone else who wants to do this!

[minaharkers]

— TAG GAME.

TAGGED BY @indorilnerevarine literally like a month ago and i just got to this i am. so sorry lawl

TAGGING: @chuckhansen @denerims @tommymillers @jacobseed @queennymeria + anyone else who sees this an wants to join >:3 

THREE SHIPS: 

THREE CANON SHIPS (interpreiting this as canon x canon characters instead of the pairing itself being canon): faramir x eowyn (lotr), jaime x brienne (asoiaf), finn x poe (star wars)

THREE OC SHIPS: merethel lavellan x dorian pavus (dragon age), ryem daeron x kira carsen (star wars: the old republic), aerie x kaidan (tes: skyrim)

FIRST SHIP: omg. okay...i think it might be some thing from the Wizard Franchise but i dont engage with that anymore so im gonna say faramir and eowyn since lotr is permanantly tattooed inside my brain

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: a raspberry dark chocolate iced coffee 

CURRENTLY WATCHING: finally catching up on the last of us and yes it is making me sob like a little baby

LAST MOVIE: glass onion because i am bad at watching movies 

LAST SONG: cold by the oh hellos

CURRENTLY READING: the last book i finished was the bioshock companion novel but im gonna go back and start reading the fires of heaven by robert jordan since i was taking a break on reading the wheel of time series

CURRENTLY CRAVING: borger......i want a cheeseburger even tho i literally had one on friday 

[aviiarie]

THE WAY I RAN TO RB THIS

HEARTH FLAME. — In which the Knave's heir decides their fate.

— trigger & content warnings. depictions of injury (& the recovery following it), pain medications and slightly implied impairment of judgment because of them. it isn't really outright though and could honestly be ignored.

— pairings & notes. ambiguous genre; may be considered hurt/comfort. arlecchino & heir!reader. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used). reader is a member of the house of the hearth and is arlecchino's chosen heir. occurs after the events of arlecchino's story quest. 2.1k words.

— author's thoughts. i would say "i swear i'm very normal about arlecchino" but i feel as if we all know that is not true. anyways for those that care about the lore behind this series of fics, i perceive this as the "turning point" in arle & [name]'s relationship in which the latter begins to realize how serious being the knave's heir is. but rn they are delirious on pain meds and do not realize the fate that they have condemned themselves to. yeag

       Lightning struck their body at even the slightest of muscle twitches.

       The bruises on their skin hidden underneath gauze and bandages throbbed with agonizing heat, their insides twisted and churned as their body attempted to repair whatever manner of internal injuries that they had oh-so lovingly been gifted, and their mind begged for restful sleep.

       (No matter how tired they were, ever since they had awoken after being asleep for about a day, they had not been able to fall back asleep again... at least, not in a way that mattered. Their sleep was plagued by nightmares and worries that they could not shake, all concerning the very person who had put them in this condition in the first place. She hadn't come to see them yet. They were certain she would have, but she hadn't.

       Was father... upset? Did they upset her?)

       A soft sigh left their lips as they stared upwards at the ceiling from their bed—even the simple task turning over was nigh impossible, so they dared not attempt anything other than sleep. At least the admittedly rather laborious task of trying to fall asleep did not wrack their body with searing hurt.

       In their spar, Father was neither kind nor easy on them, and they had a sneaking suspicion that she was especially hard on them. Lyney was already standing again and on the move, meanwhile Lynette and Freminet ended up slipping by with relatively minimal injuries, but them? Bedridden, without the slightest hope of being able to stand in the coming hours... or even days, probably. Their legs pulsed at the thought alone.

       ...But they did take the brunt of Father's attacks, so they supposed that was their own fault.

             — flower of the universe !! 🌸

       "I will not sit idly by and watch you bring unfathomable harm to my siblings."

       Standing immovably in front of Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet with their weapon pointedly raised at the very woman who raised them was certainly not how they had anticipated their day going. Nevertheless, they were in that exact situation, and backing down was the last thing on their mind. Lyney seemed to want to say something—to tell them, to warn them, not to be stupid, maybe.

       ...But really, Lyney knew better, and as much as he worried for his sibling's safety, he also knew extremely well how Father was and how they were.

       She would want to see their display of strength, no matter how miniscule in comparison to hers.

       And them—they would not dare let Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet face this alone, even if it meant risking their safety and wellbeing.

       (He also happened to know that his sibling could be a tad too eager to show Father the display of strength she desired, but that was just his own opinion, muddled by his biases and his own desire to protect and care for his siblings. He knew and recognized how his desires played tricks on him, but it did not make him any less bothered by what he liked to think of as his sibling's 'recklessness.')

       Arlecchino's stare threatened to pry apart their soul at its very seams, but they failed to waver. Instead, they firmly returned her stare, albeit with less intensity. Their grip on their weapon tightened.

       The Knave was going to absolutely destroy them, though hopefully not beyond repair.

       They knew that, and they were fine with that. It was an inevitable truth; so be it.

       In the defense of their siblings, they would be more than happy to shed blood—someone else's, or theirs.

       "...I hope you can forgive me, Father."

       In this case, theirs.

             — flower of the universe !! 🌸

       Destroy them, she most certainly did. It wasn't an unexpected outcome. They knew better than to think that they could actually beat her; at least their showing of strength (combined with that of their siblings' and the Traveler's) was enough to compel her to give a kinder execution.

       'Execution.' Hm.

       Execution.

       The word bounced around in their mind for some time as they pondered.

       They weren't quite sure if they saw it that way or not—on one hand, the mind was killed and reborn, but on the other, the body remained alive and unharmed.

       What kind of execution could be so... gentle? So forgiving? None that they had ever heard of. No executions were so tender and compassionate as to preserve the gift of life.

       ...Perhaps that was simply a different kind of execution than what they were used to.

       As their mind wandered, they absentmindedly mused about what their freed siblings were doing.

       'Filliol and Nanteuil... where are you two now?'

       Were they enjoying the sun?

       Hopefully.

       The soft click of a door opening and closing caught their attention, and for a moment they felt extreme relief—finally, someone had come to administer their pain medications... the ache sinking into their bones was about to finish what Arlecchino had begun at this point—but the click of heels that followed made their chest tighten nervously.

       They turned their head slightly to the side. At their bedside stood none other than the Knave herself, an unreadable expression crossing her face when she saw the state they were in.

       Speak of the devil and she shall appear.

       "Father..."

       "My child."

       Arlecchino was quick to drag the stool at the foot of their bed to the side and sit.

       "Father, I—"

       They tried to sit up, grimacing through the pain that clawed across the entirety of their body as they did. The Fourth did not allow them to get far, however, and placed a firm hand on their chest. They had no choice but to settle back down, as the strength she was exerting against them was far too great for them to combat.

       "Do not get up. You will only hurt yourself—"

       "Father—"

       "—And spare yourself the chore of speaking."

       Their mouth closed without another word. All they could do was stare up at her, eyes wide and bewildered and perfectly displaying all the questions they wished to ask (and a bit glazed over due to the combined factors of their exhaustion and the strength of the medication they had been on), though one in particular stood out the most:

       'Why are you here?'

       Maybe the Knave could read their mind.

       (She had no such ability. To know her children and what they were thinking was simply part of her responsibility as Father.)

       "My child," she mused again, this time not in greeting, though she did not continue. Perhaps she was looking for the words. Her fingers gingerly brushed the hair from their face, briefly brushing over the scratch across their forehead.

       Ah.

       One among the many wounds she bestowed upon them a day prior. One of the most mild of her gifts, actually.

       It wasn't regret that washed upon her upon realizing the severity of their wounds in particular—no, they made the choice to join the fight knowing well that she would not be gentle on them or their siblings, and she would argue that regret was a useless emotion only capable of holding one back. What's done was done. It was as simple as that. Regret, much like sorrow, does naught but hold a person back.

       ...Yet, she still felt something, though she struggled identifying what it was.

       Maybe...

       Maybe, now that the Fourth had seen them and the extent of the wounds she delivered, she felt that she had neglected her obligation as Father to visit their bedside in the midst of their healing.

       "I'm sorry."

       Their voice cut through her thoughts. Though they tried their very best to mask it, it wavered almost imperceptibly, the tremble only audible to trained ears—ears like hers. The Fourth Harbinger was not known for being obtruse. She noticed, and they could tell. Nothing ever slipped by her.

       "And what is it that you are apologizing for, exactly?"

       "I... I don't know. I just feel like you're disappointed in me somehow, and I don't know how else to remedy it at the moment."

       'At the moment,' she assumed, meant their current bedridden state.

       "I know not what has given you such an impression. I am not disappointed."

       "...You're not?"

       "Certainly not. If you are referring to your interception of our spar," she began, "defending your family is the most kingly action you could have taken in that moment. In fact, I expected no less of you."

       "I'm not kingly," they replied, offering a weak chuckle as they continued: "At least, I don't feel kingly right now..."

       "Then how is it that you feel?"

       "Pathetic, maybe." They turned their head fully to the side so that they were able to meet her gaze. "I know I can't and probably will never be able to triumph over you in a spar, but—"

       "Perish the thought," Arlecchino dismissed. "Immediately."

       "Huh?"

       Her eyes bore into theirs. This time, much unlike the time they stared at her in battle, they did not feel fear or nervous anticipation of what was to come.

       "You did not win the war," she affirmed, "but I would certainly say you won the battle."

       She leaned closer. With one hand, she brushed the framing hair that normally fell over her cheeks to the side.

       There, a long cut was scabbed over with dry crimson, and suddenly, their heart leapt—whether it was from an odd pride in having been able to actually hit her, or shame and embarrassment that they actually caused harm to Father of all people, they did not know.

       The Knave allowed her hair to fall back into place.

       "Though the odds were stacked against you and yours, you ultimately managed to wound me. This was something that not even your siblings managed to achieve."

       "I could argue that it's only because there were so many of us."

       "Perhaps, but it was still you who caused this wound. I lost track of you for only a moment and you took the opportunity. Progress does not happen overnight, child, and your strength is still growing. One day, you will be the king of this house. You will deliver these kinds of wounds to others, as I have delivered to you." Her gaze shifted to their bedside table. "...That is, if you so desire that life."

       The bottled flame swirled and flared in the vial under her gaze, as if it sought to melt through the glass and lunge, consuming everything in its wake and leaving nothing but ash behind.

       Ah. Right.

       They had almost forgotten that she had also allocated the resources needed to complete her 'execution' to them.

       Silence, heavy with the weight of implication, endured for what seemed to be an eternity.

       Then, they broke it:

       "I do not wish to leave the house."

       Arlecchino would have been perfectly content with letting them free—with snipping away at the webs they were so deeply entangled in, letting the flames cleanse the darkness from their veins, and thereby permitting them to step into the sun.

       And yet... that was not what they wanted.

       Perhaps it was a blend of bewilderment, pride, and annoyance that stirred in her chest.

       What a foolish child they were, refusing freedom when it was so readily within their grasp. They had earned it, and yet they chose to reject it? How foolish, indeed.

       The Fourth's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she gazed down at them.

       "Hm. Is that so?"

       "Yes."

       ...But that foolish child was hers—her child and her successor. Hers, and hers for a reason, for better or worse.

       If all of the Knaves who came before Peruere were not stubborn, then there would be no Knave to begin with. It was, therefore, only right that her heir be as much of a stubborn fool as she.

       Her eyes seemed to soften, if only by a miniscule amount. Arlecchino placed a warm hand over their own, resting idly across their torso, and they hummed, daring to shift and intertwine her fingers with theirs.

       Brief tender moments, always flickering like a dying flame, were rare in the House of the Hearth, especially when permitted or even initiated by Father.

       Thus, they had no problem taking advantage of the situation that they were in, eyes fluttering shut as her warmth oozed into their hand and slowly crawled up their arm. It would soon consume their entire being, but rather than being scorched by it, they were certain that they would be lulled to sleep by it.

       "So be it, then," she murmured, thumb absentmindedly running across their knuckle. "You are a fool."

       A smile. The first that Arlecchino had seen from them in days, in fact, and it seemed to soothe something within her. "I know."

       "Do not disappoint me."

       Her tone cut as sharply as a knife, but they did not appear to mind a single bit; all they could do was smile at her.

       Even when she was threatening them, all they could do was smile.

       "I won't."

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[botanicallyinclinednerd]

Guess what crossed my dash :P https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHsZbhmega0 This may be about LBD but 👀 its got me thinking about an AU where Wukong ends up in his own Greek Tragedy by going against Guanyin...which would kinda end up being that, he never went on that redemptive journey huh? Lmao, reverse Odysseus 😭 don't be a monster, be a monkey, have a gentler hand-

Wukong but he never stopped believing in greeting the world with open arms

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Your puppy!hybrid bf has been super mean lately…

Usually he’s so spunky and fun, greeting you with kisses hugs, and humping you excitedly when you get home…

But for the past few days he’s been so cold! You asked him how he was doing and he… growled at you!

“Shut up, I don’t want to speak with you, you damn cheater!”

This really upset you, and despite the fact he seemed upset, his ears flattened against his head when he noticed your shocked and hurt expression.

“Cheater? Baby, what are you talking about?”

You reached out to gently pet him, but he pushed your hand away. “You know what I mean! You’ve been coming home smelling like some other mutt!”

This made you pause, and then you began to snicker before outright laughing.

“W-why are you laughing? You find hurting me funny!?”

He began to cry, and you quickly moved to soothe him. “Shh, shh… baby, calm down. If you come walk with me, I can clear things up.”

He wasn’t in the best mood, but he still followed behind you, sulking as you walked your usual path from and to work.

Halfway there, you stopped as a big dog trotted towards you, stopping at the end of his yard. Already your lover began to blush and get embarrassed when you pet the dog.

The scent was instantly recognizable.

“See? It’s just a dog. I’m not cheating on you.”

Your pup was quiet on the way home, his face buried in your shoulder as he followed behind you. Now he was being clingy, sniffling and hiding his flustered face from your amused eyes.

“I’m sorry… I should have talked to you before accusing you of something like that…”

The second the two of you were inside, he took you to the bedroom, sitting in front of you as he nudged his nose against your thigh.

“Can I make it up to you?”

You sighed happily, relaxing as he gave your cunt a tentative lick before burying his face between your thighs.

His tongue swirled around your clit, and he looked up at you with hazy, teary eyes, gripping your thighs.

“You mean everything to me… I’m sorry… but even thinking about you with someone else makes me…”

He growled against your cunt, shoving his tongue into your tight hole. His cock bobbed with need between his thighs… all he wanted to do was knot you…

But he wouldn’t yet. Your pup loved you, and he had questioned your loyalty to him… he wanted to make it up to you.

Sucking softly on your clit, he made sure to gently stretch you on his fingers. He wanted you as wet as possible…

It wasn’t easy for him, the pup’s brain was already starting to turn to mush. The smell and taste of your pussy on his tongue was enough to have him humping your leg as he ate you out.

“Sorry… s-so sorry, wanna… wanna mate with you… please…”

You tried to speak, but it was getting difficult after your third orgasm had your body shaking and trembling with pleasure. A strangled moan left your throat as you pulled his head from your fat pussy.

“C’mon… let’s make puppies…”

That shattered any restraint he had left. Within seconds he was on top of you, shoving his hot, fat cock into your warm hole.

There was no waiting for you to adjust like normal, he was already fucking into your so fast it nearly knocked the wind from your lungs.

“Mine…”

He bit down on your neck, growling lowly as he held onto your hips, his claws digging into your hips. “Mine, no one’s taking you from me…”

“Ahh! All… all yours, pup!”

The bite in your neck stung, but the pleasure you felt as his cock slammed into your pussy was too great to even feel it.

He knotted you, panting above you as he looked down, his face flushed.

“Mmph… no one will ever touch my mate…”

He huffed, nuzzling into his, his cock nestled inside of your fat cunt. The two of you fell asleep together, both satisfied and in love.

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