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iite-cool · 2 days
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he can't be gentle. how could he possibly be something that was beaten out of him so cruelly at such a young age?
you don't get soft fingers dancing lightly along your hairline as you sleep on his lap, no, you get a large, calloused paw brushing back your hair so he can see your pretty, pretty features better cos it was annoying him. he can't hold your hand don't be daft he'll crack your smaller bones in half... is the reasoning he hopes that will convince himself to stop fucking thinking about playing with your pretty fingers and pressing soft kisses to them. he's not soft! he's a killing machine! he knows nothing but anger and rage and numbness. so what is this strange fuzzy sensation in the hollow hole in his chest that he feels? why does it feel good? why is it making him fucking smile?
when he curls his mass around your sleeping body, don't be mistaken. he doesn't want to feel the way you fit perfectly against him. he's just.. trying to swallow you whole. he's not trying to get closer to you no no he's actually attempting to steal your joy. it's not as if you lessen the, thus far, endless and overwhelming burden of his corporeal blight oh no he's just using you.
everytime he presses his mouth against you and doesn't suck your blood out, he reasons that he's practising self-control and instead forcing himself to leave featherlight kisses that make you giggle oh so sweetly even when he knows deep down that he'd pluck out every one of his own teeth if even one dared puncture your skin. simon's not a soft man. he's not a gentle man. he's killed countless with the very hands that you play with. he tells himself you mean nothing to him, that he could walk away and forget you whenever he felt like it but everytime he wishes that his fingers were softer so that they may be more pleasant upon your skin and everytime he wishes that his lips were less chapped so that you may kiss him more, he knows he's fighting a losing battle.
simon riley will become a soft and gentle man in your embrace and there's not one thing he can do to prevent it.
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pls comment i have so many thoughts about this man that need to be talked about xx
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freebeeftea · 4 months
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cherrijuice · 2 years
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He's too busy chasing fairies
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strslv-4sh · 15 days
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Damian: *Freaking out after his first date with Jon, talking about how stupidly cute and perfect Jon is*
Maya, who has been listening to him for the last 3 hours: Omg just kiss him already...
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tenderlambkin · 1 year
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Yeah, I just learned this and as you can tell from my cope shitpost... I wasn't ready.
[Art is by @inkly-heart.] I used a sprite cutout cuz I can't draw for shit. I'm just a memelord.
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ssaraexposs · 2 months
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Atsushi: is on his own, on a very dangerous mission, on a literal flying whale
Akutagawa: AND I TOOK IT PERSONALLY
(The clown actually follows him on the Moby Dick, on his own, just to meet him)
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myreygn · 7 months
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Tengen: Would you slap your crush for a million dollars?
Sanemi: I would kick you in the face for free.
Tengen: Good to kn- wait what
Sanemi: Nothing!
Tengen: WHAT
Sanemi: NOTHING
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reikodoesfanstuff · 2 months
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Hello, I'm sadly (for you) back on my Durgetash headcannon writing. A lil bit of marriage hc for y'all:
Enver stirred to a dark room. Only a faint glow of moonlight behind the heavy curtains let him know it must still be early... or late. His hand wanders to the warm, empty spot beside him in bed. Enver sighs gently and raises to his elbows, despite his human sight preventing him from seeing anything in the pitch black room.
"Where are you sneaking off to at this hour?" he asks to the still room. In the silence, every rustle too loud. The brush of fabric, the creak of the bed, his own heart beat. There's no sound from them but only a brief moment's pause before he feels the bed dip next to him, and a warm hand finds his cheek. His assassin ran their thumb along his lips ever so faintly, as if thinking of silencing his questions with a kiss.
"There's something I have to do before today. Something I have to finish." they say gently, almost tentatively.
"You mean someone." it's not a question and he says it with a touch of amusement. He takes the hand on his cheek in his own, feeling the simple metal band around their ring finger on his lips in a light kiss. "Does it have to be today? Right now? Surely whoever it is will still be alive after tomorrow."
The calloused hand slides from his own as they stood, leaving only the cold in their wake.
"Yes. It must be today. I just... have to secure... this." warmth radiates from their hand as they press it to his chest, just above his heart. He chuckled. They were more than secure in Gortash's calculations but if one more death would satisfy his little Bhaalspawn, so be it.
"Fine. Go on and have your fun. Just don't be late." he let their hand fall away as he relaxed back into bed, content to return to unconsciousness.
Lips press to his temple and they mumble "Wait for me, even if I am?" even though it's a question, Durge disappears without hearing the answer. They don't need to. They know.
"Lord Gortash? Sir?" Enver is pulled from his thoughts and glances to the man from the window he was pretending to gaze out of.
He puts on an easy smile, "Yes, Cleric Novek?"
"Its quite late now, would it be okay... if I...?" were the words he spoke with a gesture to the door.
Gortash has a look around his chambers: The candles were beginning to burn out, both of their favorite foods laid out in a spread (which only the Cleric nibbled on), a few bottles of wine, some opened, some empty, a simple little cake, but their favorite flavor, and a pair of elaborate, matching rings in his palm.
"Of course." Enver said nothing more and turned back to the dark night beyond his window.
The Cleric's footsteps echoed off the regal walls of his room for just a moment too long. He was silent until he reached the door;
"I'm sorry... truly." but Enver didn't feel sorry. He didn't feel much of anything as he spoke.
"Don't be. They're just late."
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oli-b3rry · 2 months
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John Dory: Branch is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life!
Clay: Never done anything wrong?! He set a city block on FIRE!
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bedeliainwonderland · 10 months
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Bedannibal + text posts
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Donnie: Is there anyone here who's actually straight?
Leo: *raises hand*
(Name): *puts his hand down*
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PAC IS LOSING IT 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
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quilleth · 8 months
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Super excited to share my fic for the @svsssfairytalezine !
You can read it here!
Here's the description in case the picture doesn't show :3
Rating: G M/M; Mobei Jun/ Shang Qinghua Additional Characters: SY! Shen Qingqiu Tags: Fluff, curses, fairy tale curses, oblivious Shang Qinghua, animal transformation, background cumplane broship
Summary: Shang Qinghua had rotten luck. Of course he would be the one to trigger a curse trap in the middle of the woods. Transformed into a squirrel, he’s desperate to find a way to change back, but a cure seems to hard to find. After all, no one would possibly be willing to kiss him. Right?
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I think you and the radio demon should kiss... On the mouth
"Absolutely vile!"
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neeksxoxo · 1 year
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Dru: this is a planning meeting. Julian: wh- Dru: we need to pair Ty and Kit up as much as possible. Julian: what, why? Dru: Helen: Aline: Mark: Christina: Kieran: Diana: Livvy's ghost: Emma: Julian, i love you, but oh my god.
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dindjarindiaries · 1 year
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Me: We have to rewatch The Bad Batch season 2
My dad, who's a major Tech fan: Wait what? The Bad Batch had a season 2? What are you talking about???????? That's crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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