bughuul;

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they call me bughuul: devourer of children ; everyone's a child when they cry for their mothers.

Independent & Highly Private & Selective (multiverse) FFVII:AC&ACC& FF7R OC. 18+ NSFW themes present. read rules & about before interacting. est. 2018

[big-chieff]

Missionary, so we can keep arguing

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Sorry I masturbated to you, it'll happen again.

[geceyedusenkadeh]

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@aegisregalis

[infazda]

[lyssatbqh]

I lied I don't have Netflix we're pressing on each other's bruises until someone taps out

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I’ve always found it funny to think about Rem meeting other people who have silver hair & just immediately like “yall kin”

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

[troiprettishe]

what im sayin is, if im not limping after, we didnt go hard enough like we ain do it right go again

[greelin]

i’m a lover. AND a biter

[nofuckingideawho]

"but you survived" it would've been better if I hadn't

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@bitterarcs

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from here.

 Medicinal cocktails were always a favourite of hers. 

For years, she had been subjected to several different forms of medications over her life intravenously; Rem was more pin cushion that child growing up. The circumstances of her, upbringing to put it lightly, had her more than willing to simply offer up a vein to the company quack – doctor – when he asked. He wasn’t the first guy in a white coat to want to get his hands on her file. He wouldn’t be the last she was sure of it. He was, however, one that Rem tolerated more amicably than the ones in the past. 

He entertained her little outbursts, instead of shying away and cowering from her appearance. It seemed that the threat of the General ran generations deep and here she was, forced to bare that curse. Sometimes, she called it a gift. The connection to such a nightmare, to a legend–  was a blessing some days and a curse the next. Perhaps his curiosity outweighed the others in the long run. 

He had mentioned going out on a boat and Rem had told him exactly what he could do with that idea. 

Rufus had gotten her out on a boat once and it almost ended in her putting a hook through Reno’s mouth. Among other things, like a complete and total mental breakdown when her suit-brother threatened to throw her overboard. That was the first and the last attempt anyone had ever made for Rem to step foot on anything to do with open bodies of water. 

Yet, here she was. 

Leaning against the captains chair, the wind throwing her hair back like a silvery sail. She couldn’t even be bothered to clutch at the chair like a lifeline or snarl and threaten to blood eagle him if he didnt turn the vessel around. She just kept to his side, eyes half lidded as the motor cut off and the soft rumbles of the engine were silenced with a swift turn of a key. Her legs swayed slightly, knees bending to balance herself better– to get her sea legs, if she recalled his earlier declaration. 

“Mm.. I dont know.. I kind of like it scruffy.” she teases him, words slurring slightly. 

Rem had bent her face down, nose brushing his before her hair fell to create a curtain from the sun. Her fingertips traced his jawline again, knuckles brushing softly against the grainy side of his face before he asks her an annoying question. 

How was she feeling? 

Rem closes one eye against the sun as she stands a little straighter; nose wrinkling as she creates a visor with her hand over her eyes and peers across the vast and open waters. She can see a little bit of land– a weak little strip of shore where they had originally started. The mako and valium combination runs through her veins, that distant and far off look entering her cerulean eyes as she continued to look at the far-away shore. Her throat feels dry, lips salty from the spray and her skin is warm under the sun; she had decided on a nice blue sundress. She couldn't remember why, out of all the other possible things she could have worn, it had to be this dress. Her head tilts to the side again, her hand dropping from her forehead to curl around the back of his neck, fingertips playing with the soft hair at his nape. 

“ … i dont.” she tells him, a lazy smirk playing at her mouth. 

@il-mostrc | the therapist.