I have one wish, and that is that you get the chance to finish the mer!au before tumblr breathes its last, problematic breath. Love your work fam!
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YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Love Begins
todays bird

oozey mess
hello vonnie
Misplaced Lens Cap

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DEAR READER
Stranger Things

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dirt enthusiast
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I have one wish, and that is that you get the chance to finish the mer!au before tumblr breathes its last, problematic breath. Love your work fam!
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Because of the new tumblr thing going on, whenever I go into search for your lovely fics. Nothing happens, I made sure that this wasn’t just me and multiple other people are having the same problem.
yeah, tumblr is dead, nsfw killed it
i’m on ao3 under bonebo and twitter under bon3bo but i think i’m done here
it was fun yall
twitter: bon3bo
ao3: bonebo
i’ll still get notifs for asks and stuff but i’ll prolly check in occasionally, commissioners/commission stuff still goes to [email protected]
peace <3
A million years ago I was the anon who said I checked your blog everyday for new stuff, and I am also the anon who said I wanted to smoke you out. When tumblr dies I'm gonna miss ya chief 😭😭😭
DM me bro 💚
3.14: distention
Jesse has been looking forward to Blackwatch’s annual ‘morale night’ for eleven months.
As he rides the elevator down to the bottom levels, he can hear the noise of the gathering getting louder; there’s thumping, bass-heavy music and the occasional shout, and when the elevator door dings open at the lowest floor Jesse slowly smiles.
A dimly-lit old interrogation office serves as the party room, complete with flashing laser lights dancing across the ceiling and a snack tray set up along the wall. Beside the door is a bowl of candy-red liquid and a stack of cups, and Jesse helps himself to a glass before moving in further.
There’s exactly one thing here that he’s after, tonight.
That one thing is currently bent over the table in the middle of the room and clinging to the sides of it with white-knuckled fists, his short hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and body rocking minutely with the force of the agent currently fucking him. Between the noise--the slick, wet sounds of his hole getting wrecked--and the visual--the strong, flat planes of his abdomen distended, the opaque streaks of cum drying on his skin--it’s nothing short of a scene out of a particularly raunchy whorehouse, and Gabriel looks up when Jesse comes over with his kiss-swollen lips breaking out into a smile.
“Jesse, Jesse,” he breathes, on the heels of a raw moan punched out of him by the erratic, punishing thrusts of the agent finishing up inside; and Jesse can only imagine the sight, more jets of cum spilling forth to add to the mess already in Gabriel’s guts, painting him white on the inside.
He shivers and reaches down to give his stirring cock a squeeze. “Yeah darlin’, I got you.”
3.13: distracted
“Nng…h-haa…”
The faint sound of breathless gasping and wet noise of carnal union is unnaturally loud in the spacious captain’s chambers of the ship currently in route to Palaven.
“Hush, Nihlus,” Saren suddenly growls, glancing down; Nihlus looks over his shoulder and can just barely make out the flinty glint of those narrowed eyes over the stern line of his mandibles, set in a scowl so permanent that Nihlus wonders if he even has any other expressions. “I have work to do. You will either serve your purpose quietly or leave.”
Nihlus wants to rage at him--wants to surge up and demand some kind of respect, Spectre or no, indignant at his mistreatment. Instead he drops his head and widens his stance, settling his elbows on the bed and gradually falling back into his rhythm of grinding his hips backward against the heat of Saren’s cock..
“There you go,” Saren mutters, sinking back on his haunches and returning his attention to the datapad in his grasp. One of his hands finds the small of Nihlus’s back and gives the plates a few half-hearted strokes. “I’m sure you’ll be a Spectre in no time.”
3.12: rimming
Koshiro is the younger brother to the oyabun--always grew up chasing Sojiro’s shadow, striving to earn the honor that his brother was born into--and if anyone were to see him now, kneeling on the edge of the oyabun’s bed with his kimono jerked up to his mid-back and a leash in his fist, holding Sojiro’s head tucked up between his spread thighs…
Well. Sojiro shivers with delight at the mere thought.
“Go deeper, pet,” Koshiro orders, giving Sojiro’s leash a tug; it pulls on the leather collar around Sojiro’s neck and threatens to steal his breath away, and he leans forward on his hands and knees, burying his face deeper into the crack of his little brother’s ass.
“That’s it,” Koshiro purrs, rocking back on his knees a little to more comfortably settle himself against his big brother’s face. In return Sojiro redoubles his efforts to worship the younger man’s ass, swirling his tongue around the tight pucker of Koshiro’s hole and sucking the taste of his own spit away to the sound of his brother’s moans above him.
“What a good dog…”
Sojiro keens low in his throat at the praise, squeezing down upon the dog-tail plug that Koshiro had seated in him earlier. He shuffles forward on his knees and grabs for Koshiro’s ass, digging his fingers into the firm globes to spread him open wider, to plunge his tongue past the licked-slack muscle and up into his little brother’s guts.
He’s a good dog--Koshiro said so.
3.11: crossdressing
He’d grabbed it weeks ago after a one night stand with a dame immigrating from France, too curious to let the opportunity pass him by--but this is the first time that Bucky has had a chance to dig in the back of his closet and pull out the sleek black box, wrapped in pale ribbon and light in his hands. He glances out the ajar bedroom door and into the hall of his and Steve’s apartment, then to the clock; he should have at least another hour until Steve gets back from the docks.
Plenty of time to experiment.
3.10: waxplay
“You’re so beautiful like this, brother,” Genji purrs, slinking through the shadows of their bedroom as he circles around where Hanzo lies, face-down and naked, on the silk sheets of their bed. “The oyabun of the most powerful clan in all of Japan, stripped and bare, all for me…”
“Not just for you,” Hanzo retorts, his voice slightly muffled by the sheets his face is buried in. His hair is down, long inky tresses haloed around his head, and Genji can’t help but run his fingers through it just to see the shiver that races down Hanzo’s muscular back.
“Yeah yeah, I know.” Genji grabs for one of the lit candles on the bedside table--gives it a gentle shake, watches the melted wax swirl around the wick--and comes back to Hanzo’s side with a devious grin. “I have a job to do.”
“You do,” Hanzo starts, folding his arms beneath his head with an indignant huff. “And you should be honored--”
He cuts off with a hiss, his shoulders arching up as a drop of liquid fire lands on his skin, right over the knob of his spine; but then as soon as the heat is there it’s gone, leaving nothing but a pleasant shadow of a burn that has Hanzo’s nerves tingling. He looks over his shoulder to find Genji smirking and feels himself flush.
“You know that’s not how it’s supposed to be done.”
“I know,” Genji purrs, moving the candle in front of Hanzo’s face, watching the firelight reflect in his tawny eyes. “But isn’t that the fun?”
3.9: titfuckin
Cable hates this arrangement--hates the rank taste of Juggernaut’s cock on his tongue, hates the feel of those big, heavy balls slapping against his chin as his mouth is fucked, hates the massive hand wrapped around his throat to hold him down on the bed--but even more than all of that, he hates the thought of his home destroyed and his family burnt to a crisp, all because of his inability to protect them.
And so he suffers through the humiliation, the pain of Juggernaut’s fat cockhead battering against his throat; and when the big hulking brute grabs Cable by his hair and drags him closer to the edge of the bed, all he can try to do is scramble along to save himself some pain.
You’re plucked story is so sad it makes me want to write a continuation where Genji and jack actually fall in love
i did get commissioned to write a continuation that is currently in the works lol
but if u want to write your own, go for it! tag me!
I’m DYING PLEASE do more symbrock stuff! I especially loved the gore and nastiness! Make it as fucking gross and weird as you dare I will eat that shit up. That was amazing!
lolol someone is new here
i’m glad you liked it, def expect more
I'm sorry if you've had this question a hundred times already, but do you plan on doing more Eddie/Venom stuff? Cause that story was top notch hot dang.
if there’s interest for more Eddie/Venom stuff i will definitely write more, it’s fun and a nice change of pace :>
3.8: blood/gore
Eddie Brock just ate a man.
He can still taste the copper in his mouth, still feel the crunch of the man’s bones between his teeth; he can feel the rush of the man’s blood bursting across his tongue, feel the energy and power of stolen life seeping into his body like something alive, twisting and coiling low, a searing hot coil in his belly...
It feels good, doesn’t it?
3.7: incest
“You look just as beautiful as I knew you would,” Sojiro purrs, standing behind Hanzo in front of the mirror with his hands perched lightly on the young man’s waist. “My jewel, my prize…”
He leans in close, his breath washing warm over the shell of Hanzo’s ear. “How do you feel, my Hanzo? Tell me.”
His hand slips down one of Hanzo’s thick thighs, reaching in to gently squeeze at the interested erection already tending the front of Hanzo’s kimono; and Hanzo gasps low in his throat and rolls his hips up into the touch, hungry for more.
“I feel...I feel hot…” Hanzo darts his tongue out to lick his lips, and delights in the lingering cherry sweetness of the pink gloss Sojiro had provided. He leans backward slightly--just enough to tip his head back and nuzzle at Sojiro’s well-manicured beard, to feel the hot brand of his father’s cock tucked up against the cleft of his ass. Hanzo looks up through his dark lashes at Sojiro’s face, and feels a thrill low in his belly at the unabashed lust in his father’s hooded eyes. “I’m so hot, chichiue...won’t you help me, please?”
Sojiro’s voice drops to something lower, something hungry.
“You know I will, sweet boy.”
He has Hanzo facedown on the bed mere moments later, the hem of the pastel blue kimono flipped up to bare his ass; and Sojiro digs his nails into his son’s firm cheeks to spread him open wide, and dives into the tempting sight of his soft pink hole.
3.6: corsets/biting
The purchase was an impulse one--something Shepard bought during one of the wilder trips to Omega, under the recommendation of a beautiful Asari with a coy smile and soft, curious hands--and standing in front of the mirror now, staring at herself wrapped up in a sapphire blue, black-ribbed corset with matching stockings and panties, she can’t deny that she feels ridiculous.
3.5: sadism/masochism
The hotel room that Kakuzu had rented for them tonight is cheap.
There’s hairline cracks in the drywall and cobwebs on the ceiling, and the floor is covered in a yellow mat that is closer to dying turf than carpet; the room stinks of mothballs and fake-floral aerosol, and Hidan is fairly certain that some of the stains on the bed’s thin sheets are older than he is.
But then again--as he arches up against the coarse threads that bite into his skin, sewing him face-down to the bed limb by limb--that’s kind of the point.