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friday nights & hot dates [kinktober 2023: slow & soft]

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Summary: A few months after he first showed up at your house to keep you company on your birthday, Conrad finally tells you how he feels. | sequel to 'you deserve better'

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 6.1k [please prepare drinkies & snacks accordingly]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, get on outta here i won't ask twice); unprotected p in v sex; language; insecure reader; the smut scene is 1.3k words long idek if i should say sorry for this… [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: simp Conrad; a touch of aftercare in the end 😳🫠

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "Once he realized what you were about to do" and ends at "We're nowhere near done"

A loud chime boomed across the Monarch training field, announcing the top of the hour. The setting sun only barely blocked by the visor atop former Captain James Conrad's head and doing a piss poor job of straining his eyes as he watched on the first troop of soldiers assigned to the lab.

He'd been tasked to train the few handfuls of privates to be able to face the challenges that Skull Island would have in store for them throughout subsequent missions. They were decent enough, but to handle both navigating the hostile, monstrous terrain and serving as protective detail for the scientists on their tasks to obtain more samples and document its ecosystem, they would need to be exemplary. At the top of their game.

Especially if they are to be protecting Y/N, he thought to himself. Then again, he probably wouldn't let any of them anywhere near you. He would see to your protection personally. Make sure that there was little to no room for error when it came to your safety.

But they all had a long way to go before he decreed any of them ready for the field. And none of them would be closing the gap on their endurance or their agility within the next few minutes. The chime that rung out through the field not only signaled the top of the hour, but the end of your own work day, and he wanted to at least see you off to your ride home. Perhaps walk with you to the pick-up point.

"Alright, that's enough for today," he called out to the privates, everyone standing to attention at his word. "We'll resume on Monday morning. Get adequate rest this weekend."

He took off his training jacket and his visor, haphazardly running his hand through his short cropped hair. While he took a quick inventory of his belongings before heading off to your lab, one of the women privates approached him.

"Do you need anything, Pearson?"

She began to shuffle her stance, somewhat incapable of meeting his gaze as she spoke to him. "The other guys and I were going to check out the new Mexican place that opened up a few blocks from here. I was--I mean we were wondering if you'd like to join us?"

Pearson straightened her stance in a particular manner, jutting her chest out in a blatantly clear attempt to draw his attention to it. You're fresh out of luck, my attentions are for one woman and one woman only. And she's in the lab.

"Thank you for the invite, Pearson, but I have what you and your peers might say a…'hot date' tonight." He fought against the smile playing at the corners of his mouth at the thought of being on a proper date with you.

"Oh." She barely tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. "Okay then. Have a good weekend, Sir."

"Don't look now but he's here again," Brooks muttered from across the lab, the sound of him clacking away on his keyboard taking the briefest pause to tell you that once again, the former SAS tracker James Conrad was right outside the door. "You ever gonna share with the class how you two became a thing? 'Cause we have a bet going on in the lab about who made the first move and--"

"There's nothing to share, Brooks, because we aren't a thing," you cut him off, taking on a snippy tone while you ran the genome of the last flora sample from the set you collected in Skull Island against every recorded organism known to man so far. "We're friends, that's all. Give it time and he'll get tired of slumming it out with me and go back to haunting pool bars and nameless hookups."

"I don't know, Y/L/N…I never had a friend look at me like that."

The results from your test finally came up on the screen, confirming that the flora on the island were all, in fact, undocumented. You took a quick screenshot and placed it into your report. "Looks like we're getting funded," you announced, your half-deadpanned tone met with a mixture of excitement and fear. "Don't everyone stand up at once, I know how pumped we all are to get back to the island of death."

You finally stood up from your desk, looking outside the door and seeing Conrad outside giving you a little smile when your eyes met. You tried to ignore how your heart started doing backflips in your chest at the sight of him, keeping your expression fairly neutral as you gave him a small wave in response. Once your computer had finished shutting down, you grabbed your things and bid everyone goodbye, stopping at Brooks's desk last.

"If what you mean is looking at me like a barnacle he can't scrape off his boat, I hope you never have friends that look at you like that, my guy."

Before you stepped through the door, your fellow scientist let out a final remark. "You know, Y/N, for someone so smart, you're a bit of an idiot sometimes."

"Takes one to know one, Brooks," you shot back, stepping across the threshold and almost immediately becoming face-to-chest with the tracker that towered over you effortlessly. "Hey Conrad," you said slowly, trying your best to keep a hold of your composure. "Did you need something from us? I think I have Bryant running CMP for the guys you're training you should have the results tomo--"

"I didn't come here for the blood tests, Y/L/N," he cut you off, giving you another little smile that had your pulse thumping violently at your throat. "I erm…it's Friday." His eyebrows scrunched together in the slightest wince at his words.

"It is…" you echoed lamely, starting to tap away at your phone to get an Uber home, holding back the urge to sigh in relief seeing that your ride was only a few minutes away. "Have a good weekend, then," you tried to wave him off, pointing vaguely at the pick-up area, starting to awkwardly shuffle away from him.

He reached out and wrapped his hand around yours, stopping you before you got away too far. "Actually, I was thinking…perhaps we could go and grab a bite to eat? There's a new place that opened up just a short walk from here. Maybe we could try it out?"

As if on cue, your stomach let out an audible grumble, rudely reminding you that the last time you ate was this morning before you left your house. Before you could dwell on it any further, you canceled your Uber, giving him a tiny smile of your own. "Lead the way."

Dinner was a rather quiet affair, the two of you starting off by sharing a plate of nachos before you ordered your mains. Sometime before your entrees were served, a small group of people you recognized as the privates being trained as the Monarch Defense Team walked through the doors, the women immediately spotting Conrad and tossing a scornful dismissive look your way.

"What's wrong?"

His voice took your attention away from the group, the motion of him reaching across the table to take your hand in his causing a resounding stomp from across the restaurant followed by a barely contained "What the fuck?!"

"It's uhh…it's nothing," you waved off, trying to slowly pull your hand away so as to not elicit a stronger reaction from the group and grab his attention. "Just…thinking about work. I have to put a recommendation for another mission to the island in my report."

"We'll be better prepared this time," he reassured you, his thumb rubbing across the back of your hand in a soothing motion. "We have a better idea of what we're to face when we get there, and what not to do. And with enough time the troop that I'm training might even be field ready, so you and your team would have better protection."

Your neck twitched at the idea of the woman with the derisive eyes being tasked to protect you. Might even just throw you to the gigantic insects voluntarily. "Right…at least the team will be safe."

"And you, Y/N," he insisted, giving your hand a light squeeze. "I'll see to it myself, I promise you."

You nodded at his words, feeling your face strain at the smile you tried to give him before slipping your hand out of his and standing up. "Ladies room, I'll be back in a few."

While you were in line for the restroom, your thoughts wandered to how you could potentially word your recommendation so that maybe you didn't have to go with the rest of the team back to Skull Island. You weren't physically cut out to be in such a high-stress environment, and frankly you would be more of a liability if people had to look out for you on top of trying to survive a hostile environment.

When your turn came up in the queue, you were stopped in your tracks by someone wrapping their hand around your arm in a claw-like grasp, yanking you slightly backwards. "We need to talk, Y/L/N," a woman seethed.

You swore your blood chilled to near freezing point when you saw the woman private from Conrad's troop, her hateful eyes and vicious sneer too close for comfort.

There was something troubling you, Conrad could tell that much as he watched you in line for the restroom. Much as he usually found it adorable when you were muttering to yourself over your research, he had to fight to resist the urge to stand up and do what he could to somehow put you at ease.

He knew that you weren't all too excited that you had to return to the island, but his gut told him that it was more than just that. You seemed almost fearful when he mentioned the troop that he was training, and not in the way that told him it was simply because you doubted their ability to guarantee your safety.

Did you not realize that he would never even think to put your safety in anyone's hands other than his own? Didn't you know how valuable you were to him? Of course he would keep you safe. He'd put you in the same tent if he could just to make sure you'd never leave his sight.

The sight of a woman marching towards you as if on a war path had him leaving his seat within seconds, immediately recognizing it to be Pearson. When she stopped you from moving and he clocked the vice grip she had on you it had him seeing red. He saw the way you flinched back when she started hissing in your face, her words making every muscle in his body tense and burn with the itch to protect you from someone so obviously spiteful.

"Don't tell me you're the hot date that Captain Conrad turned me down for, this has to be the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard in my life," she spat out. Your face contorted with obvious discomfort from her talon-like hand tightening around your arm, nails undoubtedly digging into your skin.

"Listen, Private Pearson, I think there might just be a misunderstanding," you spoke softly, your tone laced with caution. "He's probably gonna go to said 'hot date' after this, I'm just his friend. We're friends…I think…"

Silly sweet girl, he thought to himself. Are you really so unaware of how I see you?

"Do you really think I'm that stupid, Y/L/N? I don't need to have a PhD in God knows what the ever loving fuck to know that you're into him. The only thing I can't figure out to save my life is what the fuck he sees in a mousey jumpy little thing like you, and where you found the goddamn audacity to steal him away the way you did."

"I'm not trying to steal anyone," you insisted, trying to wrestle your arm out of her hold. "We're just friends, Private Pearson. Anyone with a functioning brain can see that he doesn't want me like that. You want him, he's all yours, you won't hear a peep out of me."

"You better be right," she scoffed, releasing you with a slight shove, causing you to stumble backwards and fight to find your balance for a few seconds before righting yourself on your feet again. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay the fuck away from him. Preferably before you see what happens when your stupid little face gets me triggered."

Rather than give her a verbal agreement, you simply nodded your head, scurrying off into the restroom, your face looking as if it had been drained of color and your bottom lip quivering with an obvious concern for your own safety.

So this was why you were concerned over your protection detail if you had to return to the island. Of course. Who would ever feel safe if someone assigned to the team that was tasked to protect them behaved the way that Pearson was behaving now? Who was to say that it wasn't beneath her to intentionally endanger you out of sheer spite?

The private let out an arrogant huff, flipping her hair and standing up straight with a smug look on her face before making her way back to her table with the rest of the privates in her troop.

"Pearson," Conrad spoke, letting his irritation over the entire encounter lace his tone. She stopped in her tracks, turning slowly to face him with a touch of fear in her eyes. Good, you should be afraid after the way you just spoke to the woman I love.

"Cap…Captain Conrad, hi!" Her cheeks strained with the smile she tried to keep plastered on her face despite the obvious nervousness that remained in her eyes. "We're so glad you decided to join us after all, we're seated over--"

"You're dismissed. Don't bother coming in on Monday." Her face fell immediately, indignation coloring her expression. "If you cannot treat the people you're expected to defend and protect with professionalism and respect, then you're not fit to stay on this team, let alone be deployed to the island."

"Come on, all this for a shifty little nothing? This is completely unfair!" she scoffed. "You could do so much better than her--"

"Hold your damn tongue, Pearson. I won't have you disrespect her--"

"She can't even hear us!"

"But I can." He began to raise his voice, calling the attention of the other patrons in the restaurant. "That's the woman I love you're talking about. It would be wise for you to choose your next words very carefully."

All the color drained from her face and she stood up straight again, back at full attention. "I apologize, Sir. I'll have my locker cleared before the weekend's over." And then she made her way back to her table, heavy footsteps sounding throughout the whole restaurant.

As Conrad sat back in his seat waiting for you to return, he replayed his own words over and over in his mind. After all this time keeping his emotions bottled in for the sake of preserving what friendship he had with you, the words had finally formed and solidified what had been building ever since the day he met you on the way to that forsaken death island.

He loved you.

By the time you made your way back to your table, you spotted Conrad signing a receipt and placing his credit card back into his wallet.

"You know I keep a tally on how many times you've refused to let me pay, right?" you sighed, taking out your phone and once again trying to book for an Uber home. "I'm perfectly fine with and capable of splitting the bill."

"Next time."

"I also keep a tally on how many times you've said exacty that." You shuffled your feet awkwardly where you stood, avoiding looking at both him and the table that sat his trainees, including the cruel witch that was Private Pearson. "Well uhm…I should get going, it's getting late. Enjoy your weekend, Conrad."

He reached out before you took another step, placing his hand at the curve of your waist. "Walk with me back to the lab and I'll drive you home."

The sound of a fist slamming down on one of the tables made you take a step back from his hold. You didn't have to look to know who it was or what caused the outburst. "I-I really don't wanna be a bother, it's fine. Really. I can take care of myself."

You tried to step forward again, making him stand from his seat, placing a large hand on your shoulder before running down the length of your arm to lace his fingers between yours. "You could never be a bother for me, Y/L/N," he spoke softly, lightly touching your chin with his other hand. "Come on."

For the most part throughout the drive to your place, he was touching you. Whether it be holding your hand between stoplights to make you stop picking at your fingernails, or rubbing circles on your knee to stop you from fidgeting, all the while keeping his other hand steadily on the wheel.

It was hands down one of the most illegally distractingly attractive things you'd ever seen. A sight that you thought was only reserved for leading ladies in those romance books you read, definitely not something you were supposed to experience in your lifetime.

It had you fighting back the urge to pout when you saw your house start to come into view, knowing that in a few short moments it would all be over. He gave your knee a light squeeze once he'd pulled up in front of your hourse, making quick work to make his way around the front of his car to open the door for you and undo your seatbelt.

The combined scent of his woodsy citrusy cologne and something that was just uniquely him seared itself into your brain as his face was mere inches from yours. He made it even worse reaching for your hand to hold you steady while you stepped out of the car.

"Thanks, Conrad," you muttered when you got to your door, your mind spinning from the feel of him running his thumb across your knuckles. "You should uhm…probably get going. Don't wanna keep you from any other plans you might have tonight."

You felt your pulse start beating furiously at your neck when he answered you. "What plans?"

Didn't Pearson have a full blown meltdown over him talking about a hot date and then seeing you with him at dinner? What the fuck was he going on about?

"Come on, Conrad, you don't have to pretend, it's just us here. Pearson practically yanked my spine from my throat earlier at the restaurant harping on about you having plans tonight so really, I'm sure you have better things to do on a Friday night you don't have to feel like you're…I don't know, obligated? To spend time with me. And at least you'll stop looking like you're doing some weird pity charity work, too--"

"Y/N, stop." He took a step toward you, closing the distance and framed your face in his large hands. "The only plans I had for tonight were with you. Do you remember what I told you all those months ago, that first night I came here?" You only stared at him blankly, wordlessly prompting him to answer it himself. "I wanted to let you know that I'm here. For you. And I still am. I always will be."

Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. Fleeting, but it resumed the near violent fluttering in your stomach from the contact. He gave you no time to react before he pressed his lips to yours again, wrapping his arms around you and cradling your head with his hand before pressing you against the door.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he breathed out when he broke the kiss. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat when you saw how dilated his pupils had become after that kiss. "How is it that you're so observant of everything around you and yet you fail to see what's right in front of you?"

"Conrad what--"

"How could you look at me and not see a man so desperately, so irretrievably in love?"

You swore all the air left your lungs at his words. In love? No. This couldn't be real. This was beyond simply improbable, this was impossible.

There was no way on this Earth that he felt the same.

"I can almost hear the gears in your brilliant mind turning, Y/L/N," he said softly, weaving his fingers into your hair as he proceeded to press tender kisses on your temple and the side of your face. "Invite me inside. Let me take you to your bedroom. Let me show you what you mean to me."

Before you could think about it any longer, you wordlessly slipped your key into his hand, slowly nodding your head. The only response you got from him was him latching his lips onto your neck, groaning into your skin as he lifted you off the ground with one arm, unlocking your door with the other.

He'd carried you all the way upstairs to your bedroom, constantly pressing a kiss wherever his lips could reach. When he started fumbling for the light switch, you tried to hold out your hand to stop him. "No lights," you muttered. If you wanted this to go anywhere even remotely good tonight, that would require him not running for the hills the second he got you naked.

"Without the lights, I can't see you, sweet girl," he said back teasingly, kissing along your jawline until he captured your lips, smiling into the kiss.

"Exactly," you murmured against his lips, causing him to chuckle against your skin.

"Seeing you is the best part of my day," he told you simply, flipping the switch on and bathing your bedroom in a warm white glow. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the brilliant smile he gave you once he saw your face. "There you are."

He set you down on your feet, touching the top button of your shirt with a question in his eyes, only proceeding to undo the button when you have him a slight nod. Once enough skin was exposed to him, he started to trace a line of kisses across your collarbone, running his hands down your arms to strip the shirt off from you. And then he sent your mind racing as he gave you the same treatment working both your pants and panties down your legs.

"I've dreamed of this since the island," he whispered into your skin, kissing his way back up to your lips as he reached behind you, unclasping your bra. "Lie down on the bed, my love. Let me see you."

He kept your hand in his as you lowered yourself to lie on your back, your heart thundering in your chest and your lip quivering as his eyes hungrily roamed your body. Thoughts began to swim in your head again, of how different, how much less toned nearly all parts of you were compared to him. Compared to the women he'd been with before. You tried to pull your hand away from his, to start to cover yourself.

Once he realized what you were about to do, he moved to hover over you on the bed, placing his hand in the space between your arm and your torso to block your way. "No," he said simply before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "Don't hide yourself from me." He kissed his way down your neck to your chest, paying close attention to your breasts, holding you steady as you squirmed under him while he kissed and sucked your nipples into stiff peaks.

"Conrad…" Your voice came out faint, the air too thick to breathe while you drowned in his attentions. His lips moved down your stomach, peppering kisses along your mound before placing his hands on your inner thighs and gently parting your legs, opening yourself more to him.

You clenched around nothing watching him lick his lips before his eyes found yours, desperate whimpers coming out of you when he started kissing along your inner thighs. The ache between your legs started to grow stronger the closer his mouth got to where you craved him.

"Conrad!" Your back arched off the bed when he licked up the length of your slit and pressed a fleeting open-mouthed kiss to your clit.

"Lay back down, sweetheart." Your back immediately met the mattress again at his soft spoken order, your stomach fluttering violently again at the sight of him standing over you and pulling his shirt over his head. "You are the most breathtaking sight," he breathed out. "My love…"

"Could say the same from here," you shot back, still struggling to breathe properly under his gaze. The air was practically stuck in your throat the second his hands went to his pants, taking his time to undo his belt and pants, every muscle on his perfectly sculpted body moving and flexing as if he was trying to seduce you with such a seemingly mundane action.

As if he needed to seduce you.

The sound that came out of you was borderline inhuman the second he pushed his pants down his legs, and you'd gotten a good look at the sheer size of him. There's no way that's gonna fit, you thought nervously. "Conrad, I don't--" You huffed out a deflated sigh. "It's been an embarrassingly long while since I've--"

"It's alright, sweetheart." He quickly made his way back to his position on the bed, pressing a line of kisses along your jaw until he reached your lips, making an almost relieved sound against your lips. "We'll go slow. Please just tell me if I hurt you, that's the last thing I'd ever want."

Your eyes flew open at the feel of his length pressing against your entrance, your walls stretching just shy of the point of discomfort as you accommodated to his size. Any other thoughts and doubts in your mind took a backseat to the sound of Conrad's soft groans as he inched his way into you.

You'd never felt this unbelievably full.

He moaned your name in your ear. "Like you were made for me." He pressed his lips to your temple, the gesture somewhat calming your erratically beating heart. "I'll keep going now."

"Wait Conrad you what--Oh!" You felt a thrill at the back of your head once he pushed even further in, more arousal rushing and slickening your inner walls clenching around him as if pulling him deeper into you. All you could utter over the overwhelming pleasure he was subjecting you to was a faint whimper of his name.

"I love you, Y/N," he sighed in contentment, his warm exhale hitting your already heated skin before he resumed kissing along the side of your face.

"Don't say that," you blurted out. "You don't have to--"

"I want to," he cut you off, moving his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue licking at your bottom lip. "I've wanted to tell you for so long please don't tell me to stop. I can't--"

"No one's ever said it. Not to me. I'm not--I've never been--"

Your words stilled him. He rested his forehead on yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your own. "All the more reason for me to tell you." He muffled your moan with a kiss when he inched in even more. "I love you." He kissed up your neck, gently capturing your earlobe between his teeth before kissing the same spot. "I'll say it so often everyone around us will be sick of hearing me say the words."

"Conrad…" you cried out when he finally bottomed out, your hips flush together. "Please--"

"I love you." He started moving his hips in slow grinding circles, repeating the words every time he fully entered you.

The words were lodged stubbornly in the back of your throat; all you could utter was his name while your body trembled trying to raise your hips to meet his thrusts. Meanwhile a vicious voice in the back of your mind questioned if this was even real, refusing to accept any reality where a guy like James Conrad actually genuinely fell in love with you.

You lived by the saying that if something sounded too good to be true, then it probably was. And this…this sounded like a chick lit romance novel where the devastatingly handsome decommissioned soldier fell for the nerdy scientist that most days couldn't even bother to check if her hair looked alright from the back.

This was definitely too good to be true. And all you could do now was allow yourself the fleeting opportunity to lose yourself in the pleasure he was more than capable of and seemed quite willing to give you.

And brace yourself for the moment he pulled away. The moment he finally realized that yes. Yes he could do better, actually.

Before you could dwell on it any further, he pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts when his fingers made contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves above your entrance, rubbing at the spot with the same languid pace of his thrusts.

"You feel divine, my love," he moaned in your ear, pressing his lips to a spot behind it that sent your mind reeling, the tension tightening in your stomach even further. "Come for me, Y/N." He upped his pressure on your clit, still keeping the pace with his slow, deep thrusts.

The coiling tension finally snapped when he started sucking at your skin, your walls convulsing around him while your body shook under him, your hold on his shoulder blade weakening until you finally let go, arm landing on the mattress with a soft thud. He stilled his movement inside you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss while you came down from your high.

"I love you," he kept whispering between kisses. The words had you feeling the traitorous tears prickling in the back of your eyes, every part of you filled with the overpowering urge to say them back. Tell him that you felt the same.

Instead you wanted to slap yourself for the question that slipped from your mouth. "Wait what about you?"

The smirk he gave you in response had thrills shooting throughout your body, feeling the faintest tinge of embarrassment in the back of your mind when you felt your pussy clenching around him at the sight. His mouth stretched into a devilish grin as he thrusted into you in return, his eyes filled with an obvious mix of sexual and romantic intent.

"Don't you worry about me, sweetheart," he rasped, starting to slowly grind his hips again. "We're nowhere near done."

He's not coming back. He left the bedroom and give it time, you're gonna hear him leave the house.

You were being irrational, and most of your mind recognized your thoughts for what they were: absolutely batshit crazy and dead wrong. For one, Conrad left the room without a stick of clothing covering him, telling you he was going to get water. He didn't know how to navigate most of your house so it would reasonably take him a few minutes to actually go get it and come back up.

That didn't stop you from making your way to the head of the bed, and crawling under the covers, drawing your knees to your chest as if you were bracing yourself for emotional impact. You caught a glimpse of your reflection on the full-length mirror, instinctively bringing your hand up to your hair to start working at the knots and tangles that developed over the last few hours.

Conrad came back to the room at that moment, holding a water bottle and two cups, giving you a soft smile as he looked on at all the effects from your lovemaking. "You look like an angel…perched on a cloud." He handed you your cup before pouring one for himself, raising an eyebrow at you when you remained sitting motionless and staring at him blankly. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"I just--I thought you were just gonna get for--"

"Myself?" You nodded at him once he finished for you, making him click his tongue in disappointment, realizing what kind of experiences you'd had before. "You're making it too easy for me to spoil you. I could never be so selfish." He briefly touched his glass to yours, the clinking sound filling the room before you both downed your drinks.

Even while he climbed back onto the bed, situating himself beside you and pulling you into his arms, your irrational thoughts that he'll redress himself in a few minutes time and leave plagued your mind.

"You're looking at me like you expect me to disappear," he murmured, lightly tracing along the lines of your face with his fingertips. "What's wrong, Y/N?"

Come on, you stupid little scaredy cat just tell him. Three words. Three monosyllabic words so simple a kid can say them. Just say it.

"You're still here," you blurted out, immediately wanting to swallow your tongue when his face dropped.

Wrong three words, you fucking idiot.

"Do you want me to leave?" His words came out strained, as if it physically hurt him to say them.

"No, I don't. It's just…I expect it. And if I can be honest I'm still kind of…waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

You pursed your lips, a part of you already feeling silly for the words about to come out your mouth. "Post-coital clarity?"

He let out a slow sigh, his hold tightening around you while he cupped your face with his free hand, stroking along your cheekbone with his thumb. "And what in the world is that?"

"It's this--Honestly it's silly, really--"

"It doesn't seem silly to you." He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you closer when you melted against him at the gesture. "So it's not silly to me. Tell me what it is."

You took a deep breath, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along the lines on his abdomen while you explained. "It's this phenomena that…once you've slept with someone, the attraction goes away. Your mind's more clear, you're no longer overpowered by this attraction and you realize that the person you just had sex with isn't as appealing as they were before you got together."

It took him a few seconds before he spoke again, maneuvering you so that you were now on top of him, straddling his stomach, his hands skimming up and down your sides.

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that I love you?"

The question seemed so ridiculous to you. "Because nobody ever has. Nobody does--"

"You're wrong," he cut you off, pulling you close until your chests were pressed together. "I know it might not happen often but it's happening now. You're wrong, and I'm living proof of it. Because I'm here. I'm here and I love you. The only clarity that came to me is that I want more than anything for us to become more. For what we shared tonight be more than a one-time thing."

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you into a tender kiss that had your heart fluttering when he licked into your mouth, his tongue gliding against yours. "I'm no good with words," you said breathlessly when he broke the kiss, his chest heaving against yours. "I've never been able to say how I feel, I can't--"

"Shh it's alright, sweetheart," he breathed, holding you by the back of your neck to rest your forehead against his. "You don't need those fancy words you use in your report. It's just us here. Whatever you wish to tell me, in the plainest words--"

"I love you, too."

A/N: I've finally finished this mega chonker of a piece! And I've given 'you deserve better' Conrad his happy ending with his precious bb 🥹🥹

Next up is the final story in the Kinktober 2023 initial goal: Fingering with President Loki 😳👀 And lemme just tell y'all now…it's gonna be at least 2k words long because I haven't even gotten to the smutting yet 🥴

'everything' taglist: @simplyholl @loopsisloops @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @kats72 @kikster606 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @lunarnights95 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @elizabethmidnight2017 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokidokieokie @superficialdomina @anukulee @kmc1989 @november-rayne @goddessofwonderland @buttercupcookies-blog

Kinktober taglist: @azula-karai-27

#james conrad x reader #james conrad x female reader #james conrad smut #james conrad x reader smut #james conrad fanfic #james conrad fanfiction #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #muddyorbs writes

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emojellyace08 · 8 months

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Gun Park ; Park Jonggun x Reader! (headcannons)

A/N: Here's for the delulu simps like me bc why not :) Genre: fluff? (I guess) pairing: character x reader (gender neutral don't mind the pics if you're a dude reading this lol)

Headcannon: I don't really think Gun is affectionate? This may sound off putting for some but I just think he doesn't really care about dating. This man is obsessed with fighting.

But it will be a miracle if you managed to make this gangster fall for you. His type is pretty much someone who is physically strong yet still being fair and just. He really hates bratty and whiny people (except for Goo but he's still an ass tbh).

If you're the soft and quiet type, Gun won't bother you too much. He will just let you be. In fact it's much better like that because he's not really too talkative unless something interesting caught his attention (about gangs and crews to no one surprise). If you're really friendly and somehow bubbly yet act and think in a mature manner in tough situations he might peek a slight interest on you.

If you're physically weaker he won't mind being your personal body guard if you have the power (like money) to pay him off. If you're just acting like a damn coward he won't care in the first place and he'll let you solve your own problems. But if you really need assistance (at some points he does understand that not everybody is able to protect themselves from others) and if he doesn't mind your presence, he'll be willing to kick someone's ass to protect you. And if he sees a potential in your combat skills he would whoop you off in training.

But despite being a fearless monster at times, I do think Gun still likes a partner who still cares for him yet not too clingy. Someone who will be able to show it in their own and unique way is what I mean. I think he'll appreciate it if his partner can handle themselves on their own because he's really busy most of the time. He also finds it attractive when their partner puts effort on everything that they do and not giving up despite their situations getting shitty at times. He thinks that characteristic is one of the things that makes them strong, at least in a mental and emotional way.

If he started catching feelings for you, I'm sorry but it wouldn't be too obvious. It's just Gun being Gun. He's not really the flirty type of guy, but I guess his love language will be acts of service. Examples are when he opens the door for you and letting you walk in first and protecting you from everybody who tries to lay a finger on you. You may think that he's just doing his job, but the more times you spent together his attraction will be a little bit more obvious.

Not really the jealous type but he'll go a bit bonkers when someone tries to talk to you because of their really foul intentions. He'll use that ass as his personal punching bag if they ever tried to touch you. He might get a bit jealous with Goo when the blonde talks to you too much but he doesn't really mind for the most part. He knows that bastard is just messing around.

When Gun confesses to you, he'll be casual and cool about it. There's no hint of nervousness in his voice or body language. And he will talk about his feelings on the most random scenarios which can make you flabbergasted since it's really unexpected tbh. "Y/N, this may sound a bit intriguing but I think I like you in a really different way. You seemed very fascinating and it makes me really excited. I wouldn't mind if I made you my partner right now".

If you don't like him, you may see a bit of a disappointed frown on his lips and he'll apologize for being "rude". However he'll pretty much get over with it and move on. Yes, it's that fast. At least he confessed earlier before his feelings turn more intense. And he'll still be acquaintances with you if you don't mind. But he'll respect your decision if he makes you uncomfortable and he'll get a new job.

BUTTTT, if you REALLY LIKE HIM he'll get a bit surprised that you caught feelings for him. He wouldn't expect someone like you to fall in love with someone like him. And if you somehow see the good in him despite him being a total psycho in fighting, he'll actually appreciate it.

Gun will also appreciate if you cook for him after he's done with work. Fast food and take out taste good but he just thinks it's really unhealthy if he eats too much calories and fat. So preparing simple dishes is enough for him.

Not really a fan of PDA and public dates? Gun knows that you and him are dating. So it doesn't mean that both of you always need to go outside and waste your money in Disney Land 💀. But if you're pushy about it he can't do anything about it since in some ways he does want you to enjoy even if he's hating every single inch being in a childish amusement park. So expect him to have that poker face for a very long period of time lmao. But still, he probably enjoys it in some way and finds it a bit hilarious when you screech at the top of your lungs at rides and he's just staring at you like -_- "It's not even that scary" "SHUT UP I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF A HEART ATTACK THERE!". Knowing that this bastard loves thrills that will make him enliven, he wouldn't hesitate to put you in situations that will shock you in a good and bad way (like letting you ride a roller coaster) but he's not that boneheaded to put you in potential harm and push you off to your limits (unlike Goo who is a crack headed bastard).

He's not really empathetic but he will try to understand your situations when you're not emotionally well. If you're upset because of someone else's fault Gun will probably confront the person (even beating them if they tried to fight back and not being honest). But if he feels like you need to work on yourself, prepare to hear some constructive criticisms on his side. His words might sound harsh but he's trying his best to help you out, so don't take anything personally in a negative way.

Gun wouldn't really mind cuddling with you. It also calms his mind and body. And for him, it feels a bit different. Almost weird if you asked me. Now, don't get me wrong in some type of way he does like spending some time with you especially when he has his day off (which rarely happens my apologies). He's just really used with moving his body and beating 500 or more enemies. But he does find it a bit relaxing to get a break with you even for a single day.

Overall he's not the romantic boyfriend but not the worst if you're not ticking him off. It can be a challenge to get along with Gun with the first place so good luck with that.

A/N: I'll probably make a NSFW with Gun but I still haven't finished UI Daniel so if you don't mind, you can be patient about me procrastinating lol good night.

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism fic #gun park x reader #character x you #character x y/n

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b1tcht0p1a · 2 years

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Monster Trio realizing they have feelings for you headcanons.

Written with a female reader in mind. (Also had some relationship headcanons.)

Luffy - Luffy isn't clueless per se, but he definitely doesn't know platonic feelings from romantic feelings. Definitely just thinks liking your presence means y'all are closer friends. - I imagine he would realize that his feelings aren't purely platonic when he notices he 'misses' you. Even if you're just sleeping in another room or when you're out shopping with the girls. - Eventually, he would either just straight up ask you about it or go to someone like Sanji or Robin. I imagine he goes with the latter though. - While Sanji is a huge simp, he would still know what Luffy is feeling. Robin would too, but is the better person to ask. Especially with how Sanji is. - Now understanding what he's feeling; Luffy is very straightforward with telling you. He doesn't like to beat around the bush. - If you reject him, he would flatten for a fat second but quickly gets over it. It's better to have you in his life than not at all and he doesn't want to lose his friend - If you share the same feelings then this man is immediately grinning wide and wrapping you in a hug. - 100% running around with you still wrapped in his arms so he can tell everybody about it. - Clingy in the sense he likes holding or being held by you. Not in the way he has to know what you're doing at every second. - Buries his face in your chest when yall start dating. He's not completely clueless and does know some boundaries.

Zoro - This bitch is so emotionally constipated that it hurts but he would at least know his feelings for you aren't completely platonic. There's something there that he can't completely put his finger on. - Would push you away at first because he doesn't understand these feelings. - But he can't shake this feeling in his chest when he does this. It's uncomfortably tight anytime he makes up an excuse so he doesn't have to be around you. - Would let up a little so he doesn't have to deal with this uncomfortable feeling, - He could realize that he likes you by himself but it's more likely that someone told him. Someone, probably Robin, noticed his actions and at least hinted at what was going on. -Wouldn't tell you right away. But it would come out because he probably told Luffy who then let it slip during a meal with everyone. - Everyone is shocked, Sanji would probably start ranting that Zoro doesn't deserve someone like you and that you probably don't like him back. Robin is just smiling to herself. -There's a chance Zoro might lightly smack Luffy in the back of the head, and Nami might too. - But there's a chance he is just continuing to eat like nothing happened. - If you ask him, around the others, he'll just shrug his shoulder and continue eating. If you do it in private, then he'll give an actual answer, a simple blunt 'yes.' - This man is unreadable sometimes, so if you reject him then he'll shrug his shoulders and walk off. He's a private person so he doesn't want to show his disappointment. Def sulks for a bit but eventually comes around. Just not as close as before. - If you return his feelings, he's happy about it even if it doesn't look like it. Maybe a smirk or slight smile. - Not a huge change from being friends and now being in a relationship. Maybe more touching but he doesn't strike me as a huge PDA man. Occasional arm over the shoulder or head in lap. - Fights with Sanji a whole lot over his behavior towards you now. Probably already did before y'all started dating.

Sanji - We are already well aware he's a simp and blindly does anything for women. However, he isn't completely clueless. - He thinks all his feeling towards women are genuine but with you it's different. -He's nervous around you, less confident. He still comes to fulfill your every need but is much more cautious. - It's worse if you willingly hug or show affection to him. 100% leans his face into your hand if you touch his cheek. - He does say things like "I love you (Y/N)-chan!" often but they didn't seem very serious so nothing happened of this. - He probably likes to reflect on his feelings at night when he looks out into the vast blue sea. - When he does work up the courage to confess, it's over a private dinner with you. Everyone has already been fed but he sets up a table just for the two of you on the deck somewhere. - He's so clearly nervous and very much not himself. This is different than randomly saying "I love you" to every woman he sees. -He was rightfully nervous if you reject him. He's so disappointed at this and it shows. Might beg a little but will flatter once you put your foot down. - 100% would occasionally try and convince you to change your mind. It will probs never be dropped. He's still attentive to your needs but there's some strain there. - Over the moon, if you return his affection. Yelling in joy and spinning you around in a hug. - Very loving and pretty clingy. - Please hold this man, he needs it. 100% little spoon.

This is my first actual post here after lurking for years on this and various other accounts. I haven't written fics since I was like 12, and that was super cringy. I hope you enjoyed and I won't mind some feedback.

#one piece #monster trio #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #luffy #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #headcanon #sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke #one piece fanfiction

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jazeswhbhaven · 20 days

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Even though I agree that Levi's personality is very unsavory, I do have to appreciate that he's so far one of the few who do not fall head over heels for us.

Guy has every right to be cautious even if he's a dick about it but it's almost refreshing because every other demon is an immediate simp despite only knowing us for like 5 seconds. In t he end feel that the starter quiz was still 100% correct in my case, so he's still among my favorites in some ways. Of course, I wouldn't put up with his stuff lying down but Solomon DID say you gotta dominate the guy so that's what I'll do at least in my imaginations since the story makes MC the most passive person ever.

You know what I'm disappointed about? That again, this is the second game where I'm not thrilled about a character named Leviathan's personality versus looks. OM Levi? Love his theme, look, demon form, how everyone draws him with aquatic elements gills, and claws. WHB Levi, ethereal, insanely nimble and pretty, right amount of muscle, gorgeous deer-like horns to where he could honestly be a fae in another universe, the jewelry, his colors being that of the ace flag (lol) Where do they both lack for me? Personality. Speaking now of WHB Levi, I love the fact he's no simp. I don't think he'd ever be at any point of the game. He has established walls and boundaries so even if MC knocked them down, he'd still be very independent, but also wouldn't want to share MC either. Because who's more important than him right now? But ugh that snobby, I'm going to get mad at every answer and nearly choke you to death because I don't like said answer is k i l l i n g me lol Like Levi? C H I L L boo and let me peg you or eat your ass or something without criticism for 5 minutes. Please. Maybe I'd like him more lol

#whb #jwhbasks❓#whb leviathan #plz no @ levi stans i'm just being honest #i don't necessarily hate him i just can't stand his attitude lol

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angelsanarchy · 4 months

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Tangerine Skies: Possum x Y/N Series CH 9 -> END

Tagging: @svgarcaine @icarus-star @romanroyapoligist @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @liquidsmoothdomme @auggiethecreator @ethical-cain-vinnel @blacksoul-27 @tempt-ress

Possum had finally taken his tent down and packed up his travel stuff. Y/n told him there was no point in him having it still set up out there when he was spending every night in the RV with her. They fell into a comfortable day to day of waking up, fucking eachothers brains out, having meals, fucking eachothers brains out some more, smoking some weed before falling back into bed for a little more fucking.

"I think this is the most exercise I've ever gotten. My 7th grade gym teacher would be amazed." Possum said as he took a drag from the blunt, opening the window for the smoke to roll out of it.

"I didn't even attend gym class. I hated sweating at school." Y/n took the blunt from his hands and pulled on it. Possum looked at her and smiled.

"You barely sweat when we fuck...wait...am I not doing it right?" Possum asked making Y/n laugh out loud.

"No no you're doing everything right..perfect even. Best sex I've ever had." Possum's face lit up.

"Yeah?" He asked as he turned his body towards her wanting to go for another round.

"Yes, I wouldn't lie to you." She let him cop a feel before holding the blunt out of the way so he didn't light them both on fire.

"I like that about you. Everyone stays so caught up in trying to fool one another. No one lives in their truth anymore." Possum sat up and started to pull on his sweatpants without underwear, like he had every morning.

"You want to know what I like about you?" Y/n teased with a smirk.

"If you say my huge cock, I will only be slightly disappointed." Possum said from the bathroom. She could hear him peeing and laughed.

"That's top 3 but I like how different you are. You are truly the most uniquely free person I've ever met." Possum turned the water on and washed his hands before returning to the bed.

"Most people just think I'm weird...or high...mostly high but a lot of the time just plain weird. Do you think I'm weird?" Possum asked tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"I think when you say weird you mean it in a bad way. When I think of you as weird I think of it as fun and exciting. You aren't boring and you're smart as hell. I could honestly just listen to you talk about governmental evil doing and extraterrestrial theories for hours." Possum smiled at her.

Y/n let Possum drive her car to the grocery store. They drove past the diner and the window she had blown out was covered with ply wood and the manager with yelling at someone on the phone out in the parking lot. The made a quick stop at the convenience store that Possum frequented and the manager looked thrilled to see him.

"I thought you died! We haven't seen you in so long! How you eat?" He asked Possum turned and pointed to Y/n who waved.

"She feeds me many times a day." Y/n hit him in the side and he rolled his eyes at her.

"We miss you. We're sorry we banned you for being stinky. We're glad you aren't stinky anymore." The manager said.

"Trust me, that makes two of us." Y/n ribbed.

"I just wanted to stop by and let you know I was taking off and probably wouldn't be back. I wanted to thank you for putting up with me for all this time." Possum held out his hand to shake and she could see he had at least $300 in his gloved hand. The manager's eyes lit up and he hugged Possum. Y/n thought it was the sweetest exchange between two acquainted strangers. She watched Possum carefully the rest of the day. How he treated strangers, how polite and present he was with people no matter how they looked at him.

Possum was such a genuinely sweet person in such a chaotic world. The two of them sat by the fire, eating dinner, playing with his little brother and talking about random places that they've both traveled to.

"You really ready to take off soon?" Y/n asked making Possum look up.

"Well I'm certainly done in this town. I think it's time I head back East. I know my mom is worried about me...I miss her." Possum explained. She nodded at his response. She had no doubts about him being a momma's boy.

"What about you? Ever been to the East coast?" Possum asked curiously.

"I've been to a few places on the East coast but never really stayed long enough to enjoy it." Y/n watched Possum's face drop.

"Oh you should come and see me when I get to my mom's! She would love you! Plus she can cook way better eggs than me." Possum said with excitement.

"You want me to meet your mom?" Y/n asked surprised.

"Of course! Two of my favorite women should know eachother." Possum said like it was so casual. Y/n didn't know she was consider in such high regard in Possum's book.

"I mean you'll have to wait like two months. I think it's going to take me a bit longer to get back there with the train and bus tickets." Possum explained.

"Or I could just take you...there's nothing keeping me here now that I quit my job. I hadn't really picked my next destination so-"

"Wait...you want me to like...live in the RV with you? Me and little one?" He held up his little brother and she laughed.

"Why not? We're living together in here now anyway. I like having you with me and I love hearing little ones little snores." She reached out and ruffled behind his ears and Possum sat him down carefully in his bag.

"Y/n...are you being serious right now? You really want us to come with you?" Possum plopped down next to her and took her hands into his own.

"Why does that surprise you so much?" She laughed and he licked his lips.

"No one has ever wanted to be with me like that." Possum's confession made Y/n lean forward and kiss him. He sighed into the kiss and placed a hand on her throat.

"Have you ever been in love before?" Possum pulled out of the kiss and asked bluntly.

"Um...maybe? Why do you ask?" She chuckled.

"I'm just trying to put a name on this feeling I have and I just think that's what it is. I've never been in love before so I just thought-" Y/n cut him off with another kiss, deepening it this time and allowing her hands to get tangled in the back of his hair.

"Maybe you're just higher than usual?" She joked but he nodded.

"Oh I'm absolutely out of this world high but I'm also pretty in love with you." Possum smiled resuming the kiss and running his tongue along hers. She felt him put his hands on her tits and squeeze.

"Yeah definitely love." Possum mumbled letting Y/n push him onto his back right next to the camp fire. They fucked like animals in the dirt and made sure to mark the coordinates of where they met for an eventual trip back. This would be their spot. It would be where they fell in love while getting high and watching the tangerine skies turn into tomorrows.

~END

#Possum #Possum x Y/n #Welcome to Willits #Tangerine Skies #One Shot Series #Tangerine Skies Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #9/9 #END #this got sappy #Happy New Year Sluts!

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artzychic27 · 8 months

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Hello. I ❤️ your blog especially your science kids. May I see where one of them calls Marinette out like how Quagmire does it. Sorry for the awkwardness. This is my first time typing to somebody. 😊😊

Yes, honey! Yes! I have been waiting for this!

Simon, my favorite Irish tech geek, take the stand!

Marinette: Well, you don't need to look for somebody new. I'll hang out with you guys.

Marc: Yeah, you know, I don't think that's gonna work out, Marinette, 'cause of the whole Simon thing.

Marinette: What Simon thing?

Marc: Oh, you know, just that he hates you.

Marinette: Simon hates me?

Marc: Hates you.

Marinette: I... I don't get it. Why... why wouldn't Simon like me?

Marc: Because he thinks you're annoying. Like people who never shut up about their pets.

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Marinette: Hey, Simon, what a coincidence. You and me just runnin' into each other. How, how ya doin'?

Simon: Fine.

Marinette: So… *Noticed Simon’s aunt at the checkout* Is that your mom? She’s beautiful.

Simon: That's my aunt, Marinette. My mother is dead to me, as is my father, and I hope they rot in their prison cells.

Marinette: Oh, God. I'm... I'm really sorry.

Simon: I got cousin who beat her husband. Wanna ask me about her, too?

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Alya: Hey, what are you getting all dressed up for?

Marinette: I'm treating Simon to a night out.

Alix: Really? I thought he hated you. How'd you convince him to go?

Marinette: I tricked him. Sent him a phony card. He thinks he's going on a romantic date with Denise.

Myléne: But instead, you're going to show up.

Marinette: You got it.

Rose: Yikes.

Juleka: That's a recipe for disappointment.

—

Marinette: I'll bet you got... how do those things work?

Simon: What? My music videos? How does a music video work?

Marinette: Yeah.

Simon: … You want me to sit here and explain to you how a music video works?

Marinette: I don't know. Yeah.

Simon: You want to maybe just go?

Marinette: Simon, come on, I'm really trying hard here.

Simon: Who asked you to try hard?

Marinette: Nobody, but all... I'm trying to establish a friendship with you. All I've done is try to be nice to you, and you still don't like me. How can you not like me?!

Simon: … Okay. I'll tell you…. You are the worst person I know. You simped after Adrien while you were dating Luka and while Adrien was dating Kagami. The guy was writing you a song, gave you his favorite guitar pick, gave you free therapy, and that was how you repaid him? And to add insult to injury, you rubbed your love for Adrien right in his face. And you're so insensitive. You basically tried to kick Luka out of Kitty Section and make Adrien the lead guitarist? What the fuck? And what really bothers me, is you pretend you're this perfect girl who can do no wrong when all you are is a hypocrite, liar, and a word that’d make the Priest blush. Yeah, I lie; who hasn’t? At least I come clean about it in the end. I don't go on about how I hate liars and then stalk Lila trying to lie her way into Adrien’s pants, and then brag about how I’m some perfect angel trying to look out for everyone. You’re not a perfect angel. You’re a spoiled little, manipulative brat. You use those stupid dough eyes, tears, and sob stories about how much you love Adrien to get people to go along with your stupid plans. God, you make me sick! And you only delude yourself by thinking you're the greatest thing since slice bread, when you’re honestly just as bad as Chloé and Lila. Actually, you know, I should have known Denise didn't write me that note. Yeah, they actually have the guts to say things to my face without stammering like you do around Adrien when you’ve known the guy for almost a year! And I think what I hate most about you is your hypocrisy when it comes to Adrien’s love life, how he "deserves better," how Chloé is a spoiled brat only after Adrien for his looks, how Kagami is too controlling. Well, what have you done to prove that you’re not like them? I’ve only heard you obsess over his looks and “perfection.” Never heard you once talk about interests that Gabriel doesn’t force on him. You wanna get to know the guy? Talk to him! And, by the way, knowing Lila is a liar doesn't make you Jesus Christ. Yeah, I know about the Lila situation! And I don’t care! You wanna basically ruin your relationships with your friends by screaming in their faces, “Lila’s a liar!! Believe me, because I’m better than her!” Go ahead! Who the hell are you to act as if though you were in the right? Your impulsiveness in trying to expose her got you expelled, which isn't nearly as bad as how you treated your parents! Did you ever pay them back for what was meant to be a family trip to Shanghai? But you know what? I could forgive all of that, all of it… If you weren't such a bore. That's the worst of it, Marinette. You're just a sad, pathetic bore… *Sighs* Well, see ya, Marinette. Thanks for the fucking steak. *Leaves*

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb oc #Marinette salt #marinette dupain cheng #answered ask #ask me stuff #family guy

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christelightlavo · 11 months

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Boruto actors AU

[part 2] Bloopers

Naruto :- this is a safe place.

*kawaki, pulling the bedsheet towards him and falling back to sleep*

Kawaki :- ten more minutes then.

Director :- CUT!

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*boruto, looks at the shattered vase*

Boruto :- do you know what you just did!?

Kawaki :- shattered vase-kun?

Boruto :- well yes! And encouraged your character development!

Director :- ....cut..

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Jigen :- momoshiki! That ass gave his karma to the Hokage's son! Here I tried to get one for like at least thousands of years!

Director :- *sigh* cut....jigen... You are over-acting.

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Delta :- kawaki what are you thinking! That hand doesn't belong to you!!!

Kawaki :- neither does your body, robot bitch.

*delta and boruto start laughing*

Director :- cut! Delta, boruto stop laughing, Kawaki control yourself.

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Jigen :- I am disappointed that boruto is not here.

Naruto :- keep your hands away from my Banana.

*kawaki starts laughing*

Jigen :- well you took my pineapple.

*kawaki stops laughing*

Kawaki :- hol up. What?

Naruto :- my Banana and pineapple will stay with me!

Director :- ENOUGH! CUT! No Banana's or pineapples!

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Boruto :- *looks at kawaki, eyes widened* what is he doing here?

Naruto :- from now on ,he will be living with us.

Kawaki :- you didn't said you had a cute son. If I knew I wouldn't have tried to run away from you. I don't mind living with him

Boruto :- *blushing*

Director :- CUT! Kawaki stop flirting with him!

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Boruto :- right.... Brother?

Kawaki :- did you just brother zoned me?

Director :- cut. Can you like not??

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Code :- otsutsuki isshiki was my god.

Eida :- okay simp

*code starts to laugh*

Director : cut.

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Naruto :- ...*stares in silence*

Jigen :-......*stares back*

Jigen :-.....you forgot your lines, didn't you?

Naruto :- yes

Director :- CUT!

#boruto #boruto shitposting #boruto shitpost #boruto incorrect quotes #kawaki #christelight's weird au's #actor au

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echoesofdusk · 1 year

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I finally finished nirvanA Initiative yesterday and boy. do I have thoughts. mainly mixed. AINI has some cool moments and it did get me laughing at times and nearly made me cry at one point but the more I think about the game, the more mixed and somewhat disappointed I feel

spoilers under cut for both the original AITSF and AINI

the reasons I feel mixed about AINI are the game's big twist and the way it treats the older cast of characters

Date was done dirty in this game. the mask thing doesn't bother me as much as others as when I think about it, it kinda makes sense, but I also understand why people don't like it. I too would've loved to see Falco do the funny unhinged shit. but at the same time, Saito's face was Date's face for 6 years and he didn't know any better, and... Date putting on the mask to attract more ladies is in character. like come on. the man is a hopeless simp. why does he sound like Saito again if he's back into his Falco body? well, in the Japanese version of AITSF, Saito and Falco share the same VA, so maybe in universe, Date can do a Saito impression. or maybe he's using a vochlocho as when he's disguised as gen he sounds just like him. although Falco having the ability to do spot on impression of others is a much funnier explanation and honestly, I kinda wanna roll with that one why does Date seemingly have Saito's physique again? yeah no I agree that's dumb nah what disappointed me was how he was given amnesia which lasted 6 years AGAIN. the amnesia in the first game was a very important part of his character development and although he regained his memories and original body he came out of it almost reformed into a new man, rejecting his Falco/Hayato Yagyu identity and embracing the Kaname Date one. and you're telling me the amnesia he got this time didn't have this effect on him? he just goes back to being the Date we know upon seeing news about Jin Furue's corpse? just throws away whatever changes that happened to him in these 6 years? when the 6 year long amnesia in the first game changed him? it just feels like the amnesia he gains in this game undermines the first one

Mizuki and Date also feel somewhat... flanderized in AINI. I know Mizuki's animosity towards Date is played for laughs, but in the Mizuki route in the original game, when Date wakes up after Mizuki psyncs with him she jumps in the air, ready to punch Date but he stops her (though I believe she was actually holding back like come on, she's stronger than Date, I don't think Saito's body would've been able to stop her), she calls him stupid and the two hug each other. and Date wasn't unconscious for long when this happened. in AINI, he's missing for 6 years and when she meets him again she doesn't react dramatically but instead seems annoyed. yeah I know he's wearing a costume and she's changed as a person but wouldn't she at least be somewhat... moved by seeing her adoptive father? being alive and all that? plus him being missing is her biggest motivator for solving the HB case. like come on. and yeah I get she's 12 in AITSF so her handling of emotions is different but again. we're talking about her adoptive father

Aiba's character also feels assassinated in AINI. in the original, she was specifically made for Date, acting as a replacement for his left eye, though she was also really important for him as he had been swapped into a body with a brain that couldn't secrete its own oxytocin, so she had to supply him with it. and it's really important as the body Date is in belongs to Saito, who became a monster as a result of having a malfunctioning pituitary gland as well as his father not taking appropriate care of him, and he's so far gone that even switching into bodies with brains that can secrete oxytocin doesn't help. Aiba sacrifices herself to save Hitomi, and her revival at the end of the resolution route is a huge deal, and one of the options when she appears is having Date cry! in AINI, not too long after she's returned, she and Date have an argument and Aiba leaves Date because... he watches inappropriate VR videos (not saying the P word I'm so tired of reporting bots). like come on, she's probably seen worse when she was with him for the 6 years when he was in Saito's body. and this was the straw that broke the camel's back? really? eyepatch Date looks cool but... come on

seeing how bad of an influence Date was on her when Aiba is with either Mizukis is funny though (I seriously can't believe she says "big tiddy" when you examine the receptionist lady), and while either Mizuki isn't as much of a clown as Date is, the dynamic between either with Aiba is still enjoyable but yeah, even when Date's back after these 6 years Aiba would rather be with Mizuki. it just doesn't feel right. it especially feels insulting when Aiba says she's home when she gets back into Date's eye socket, only to leave him a few minutes later. I know character development can happen but ashdfhasdfh this just doesn't feel right. it feels so forced. I get why Aiba was with either Mizukis, and especially in Mizuki Date's case. he was missing and I think it's actually kinda cool as it's the biggest thing she has from him. but idk

now, the twist

boy, where do I begin. I get what it's supposed to be and that it's supposed to tie with the game's overall theme, but it makes me feel like I was being gaslit. the twist doesn't work for me bc it's the player who's being misled and not the characters. plot twists in general work for me when the audience and the characters are figuring out together what's going on, and it makes the story more engaging in return. in AITSF's case it works beautifully bc you're figuring out the mystery with Date and Aiba. in AINI you're left in the dark and nobody questions why some things aren't adding up. if AINI instead had a character you were following who was trying to piece together what's going on and had the same confusion as the player it would've been different. I wouldn't have felt as crazy. hell I thought I somehow had accidentally sequence broken the game at points by doing something ultra specific bc of where the narrative jumped and how the characters acted at times. or some crazy time displacement or a loop or whatever was going on. the abandoned chemical plant in particular did. I really don't feel like I'm journeying with the characters in this game even though I'm also trying to figure out the HB case with them.

I also don't get why Ryuki being alive is supposed to be a fun surprise gift for Bibi and Mizuki as I don't recall them being particularly attached to Ryuki. hell Bibi knocked him out on a few occasions

also why is Bibi's name also Mizuki. this is dumb. I know the twist hinged on this but come on

with that said the game isn't all bad. I like the new cast of the characters and I think they're actually the strongest point. I LOVE how expressive Aiba's hamster form portrait is compared to the original where... she isn't expressive at all (is it just a static image?). Komeji's death actually stings, and in my case it did so even more as I got the Komeji/Shoma ending before the explosion one. the QoL is great and the somniums in this game feel even more creative than the ones in the original, although they don't feel as atmospheric. the Kizuna and Gen ones are probably my favourite, and masked woman's is cool as well though god I hate stealth. the VR sections are cool and I kinda wish the original had them as well as I absolutely would've LOVED to see Aiba pushing Date into acting out crime scenes. eyepatch Date is good and I love the expressions he makes in this game. the nods to the original game are cool (although they got grating towards the end). and Gen. just Gen. he's so good

Kusemon Go was great. how about Kusemon Mystery Dungeon too?

also surprised that this game never brings up quantum entanglement or gnosticism as it feels like these two would've absolutely been home, although I suppose the focus was more on Buddhism. but quantum entanglement not being mentioned feels strange considering the game's theme

anyways, by the end of the day, the original AITSF was a good standalone title and didn't need a sequel. I also kinda preferred it when Mizuki's superhuman strength remained unexplained. man who's perpetually horny on main with an adoptive daughter who can easily bench press 100kg with no explanation provided is much funnier. why is this girl so strong? who cares, she can kick ass and is useful in taking down goons so just roll with it

I don't know if I want AI3, but if it becomes reality, I'd love to see Falco more. I REALLY want to see him doing the funny Date faces and the funny unhinged Date shit. like fuck it give me catboy Falco! but I know it's probably not happening as most people are used to the Saito look. oh well. at least fan art exists, and I do want to draw him as well...

#hazy rambles #aitsf #aitsf spoilers #aini #aini spoilers

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justworthlessreblogs · 8 months

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precure for the fandom thing?

OH FUCK YEAHHHH

blorbo - nagisa misumi. this girl has lived rent free in my head since 2018. i love her sm. idk if anyone is still around from that era but i had the biggest most embarrassing crush on her at age 14

scrunkly - rio kuroki. justice for cure waffle!!! he was so robbed!!! i would commit violence for him he is my son

scrimblo bimblo - itsuki myoudouin! i feel like she gets overshadowed by the other heartcatch characters (and don't get me wrong, i love the others, but itsuki just really clicked with me for whatever reason when i watched it)

glup shitto - yuka odajima from futari wa, she's wonderful and should've been in more episodes. i may be the world's only nagisa/yuka shipper but i am also its greatest soldier

poor little meow meow - can i say rio again. i know he's not really controversial/problematic by any means (though while i wouldn't say he's unpopular, i would say that his fans are a vocal minority, at least when going by the tumblr tags) but he just has that energy. otherwise, maybe aguri? i know she's consistently ranked pretty low popularity-wise (and i haven't watched dokidoki yet so maybe my opinion will change if i do) but i really like her aesthetic and design

horse plinko - yukari kotozume because it'd be funny. she'd probably torment me more than i'd torment her

eeby deeby - okay this might be a little controversial here. ciel kirahoshi. mostly because i have incredibly mixed feelings on her (someday when i finish kirakira i will write my great kirahoshi & kuroki essay i've been cooking in my brain all these months). like i genuinely can't decide if i like her or not. like she has good moments here and there but then she either does something stupid or the narrative simps for her too hard and i dislike her again. maybe superhell is a little drastic but i can't think of anyone else. ciel is genuinely the most disappointing cure in my opinion

#precure #pretty cure #futari wa precure #heartcatch precure #kirakira precure a la mode #nagisa misumi #rio kuroki #itsuki myoudouin #aguri madoka #yuka odajima #yukari kotozume #ciel kirahoshi #ask #ask game #anonymous

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weministertomonsters · 1 year

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Seafood pt3 - faults and forces

(Fifty-six years later)

"I hate this fucking thing in my ear," Ayde growls, twisting the communicator against his ear as he tries to find a comfortable angle for it.

"Better than going in deaf," I reply, double-checking my ammo.

"Think those things can climb?" Jung Han asks, staring at the tops of the shipping containers surrounding us.

"Nah, they don't have enough grip on smooth surfaces," Ayde says. "But rest assured, if we do end up in a bad spot, we'll offer you up first, since you're the meatiest."

"Well, at least I don't look like I'm about to keel over like Chloe," Jung Han says defensively.

"I told you she can't help it! It's a condition. Unlike you," Ayde retorts.

"Can you two stop?" I sigh. "And don't bring me into it. I just want to get this job done quickly."

"Is it a DOA job?" Ayde asks.

"So you weren't listening during breakfast," Jung Han says triumphantly. "Too busy daydreaming about the girl you were railing last night?"

"Speak for yourself, your head was so far down in your bowl that the cereal was probably talking to you," Ayde snorts.

"I'm gonna shoot you both," I finally announce.

"Chill, sugartits," Ayde says, rolling his eyes.

"Simp," Han snorts and Ayde draws his fist back.

"I'm gonna knead you like pizza dough, you privileged motherfucker," he snarls.

"Try it," Han says and then thinks better of it. "Dude, I was joking anyway."

"Attention, rookies!" General Sotto's voice booming into our communicators is a welcome distraction despite how loud his voice is. "As you hopefully recall, this is a DOA job, we want this specimen brought in dead or alive. Bonus points if it's alive, of course, but don't spare the extra bullets should it cause you trouble. You know where to shoot."

"Yessir," Ayde says. "Permission to move in?"

"Good luck," General Sotto replies before we were met with silence.

"Ugh," Ayde says as he looks at the abandoned warehouse, summing up our reluctance to go in there.

Just a day ago, it had been flooded more than knee-high with water. A scrub team came in a couple of hours ago and netted and fenced the entire area before pumping it. Now there's nothing left but algae-covered trash and somewhere in the warehouse, a swampfish that we've been sent to bring in.

After a boom in their species and their subsequent discovery, the Cleaning Department had been created for the Swamp Sector alone so that the land could be declared safe and reclaimed for habitation. My grandmother calls the department "glorified fishermen". She was disappointed when I decided to join the Cleaning Department as a hunter.

"Why do we always get the shit jobs?" Ayde grumbles as we let ourselves in through the netting and approach the warehouse, doing our best to stay quiet.

Algae squelches under my foot and I fight the urge to pause and scrape it off.

"All rookies go through this, "Jung Han reminds him.

"Well, General Sotto got that gnarly injury from his time as a rookie," Ayde muses. "Rookie position is the time where it's easy to slip up and get yourself killed."

"Hey, you know the thing about getting caught by those creatures?"Jung Han asks slyly, and I roll my eyes, already knowing where he's going with this.

"If you're lucky, the swampfish will decide to use you as an incubator for its eggs. Especially during the breeding season."

"Which is all the fucking time," Ayde reminds him cheerfully as we step into the dim warehouse, keeping our rifles ready. "Better clench your butthole, princess."

"Idiot," Jung Han hisses.

"Hey Chloe," Ayde says. "You know swampfish are more likely to go for the women first, right? Can't blame them though, who wouldn't want to stick their dick in a wet warm pussy."

"You're both gross," I say flatly. "We'd better spread out a little and see if we can spot the swampfish before it sees us."

"Fine. I'll go east," Ayde says.

Han sidles north, so I take the west, stepping over slimy crates and broken bits of wood. There's the clink of a can and Ayde curses softly through the communicators.

"Well, it looks clear on my end," he says.

I reach the corner and turn, peering into the semi-darkness. There are no signs of a white or grey scaly body, nor is there any telltale slime.

"No sign here either," I reply. "Jung Han?"

"Oh shit!" He exclaims, and at the far end of the warehouse, there's a massive crash and agitated screeching.

"Oh shit, I found it!" Jung Han sputters, and I can hear him running. "I can't get a clear shot!" He yelled. "Guys!"

"Hold on," Ayde says.

"Try and stall, buy us some time to get to you," I instruct.

"And calm the fuck down, you sound like a cat in labor," Ayde adds.

"It's not funny. This thing is straight out of a nightmare. I've never seen one so close up! Fuck, and what are those?!"

I jog around a stack of rotting wood and spot Jung Han but I can't see the creature from where I am.

"Ayde, where are you?" I murmur and peer around. "I'm not in a good position."

"Northeast, above you," Ayde says.

I look up. I have no clue how he made it up onto the walkway so quickly and silently, but he's kneeling there, with an excellent shot.

"Take it down," I murmur, keeping my gun ready just in case we need backup. "Two shots to the head should be enough. Don't waste bullets."

"Give it a second," Ayde says.

"What the fuck, Ayde," Jung Han says furiously. "You're playing around like this? If I raise my gun it's going to get me. I'm far too close."

"Stop messing around, Ayde," I sigh.

"You shoot it. You have a clear angle from where you are. Why are you choking?" Ayde replies.

"Am not!" I snap.

"Guys," Jung Han groans, standing tensely as he faces off with the swampfish.

The swampfish coils its tail, just about ready to leap at him. I can't guarantee that Ayde will shoot, so I raise my gun and squeeze the trigger twice. Two red holes appear in its skull, and it keels over with a gurgle. Ayde scrambles down from the walkway and I trudge over. Horrifyingly, it isn't dead yet and it's trying to crawl away from us on its back like a snake whose head has been chopped off but the body still squirms. Mush from its brain smears on the floor. Swampfish don't generate slime from their upper halves, so they have to rub it on themselves to keep their skin from drying out on land. This one is freshly coated, as slippery as a bar of soap.

"Sick," Ayde says. "Are those tits?"

We stand there and look at it. With its pale, vulnerable belly upturned we can see the smooth, glossy muscles rippling under its skin. Three pink teats run from its chest to just a few inches above the hipbones, softly swollen.

"It's nursing," I say as the realization dawns on me. "We have to look for the litter."

Before I can spur us into looking for it, the swampfish, confused and bleeding out, leads us right over to the nest it has made under some sheets of rotting wood leaning against the wall. The nest is made of rotting leaves and moist bits of algae and some old t-shirts. Three pups squirm in there, their tiny tails winding together.

"Sickkk," Ayde says even more enthusiastically. "This means bonus points for sure."

He tromps past the dying swampfish, kicking it as it tries to grab his ankle.

"Fucking fish," he says.

The swampfish moans and then sinks face-down on the floor with a sigh, finally dead. I swallow hard. Ayde laughs and I tear my gaze away.

He's holding one of the pups upside down, staring at its wet, floundering hands which are still mostly webs and nubby fingers at this point.

"It's like a snake and a fish and a human merged into one," he says. "They're disgusting."

"We bring those alive," I mutter. "Swampfish pups are worth a fortune in the cage industry."

"You know..." Ayde licks his lips. "We don't have to tell anyone about this."

"Are you suggesting we sell them ourselves for a quick buck down in The Cages?" Han asked. "Man, I like your brain sometimes."

"Well-" I hesitate and they both turn to look at me.

"Come on, Chloe. Be a sport," Ayde says. "You'll get a cut of the money and they're gonna be sold anyway."

I look at the squirming thing he's holding and bite my lip. I know I could use the money. Hell, we all could.

"Fine," I mumble.

"Cool. Now, is there a sack or something we can carry these things in? This one is already trying to bite me," Ayde says. "We'll strap up the big one afterward and call it in."

I feel a strong sense of shame as we cram our looted pups into the first dirty sack we find, but there's nothing I can do about it. This is how the world is now.

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#exophilia #terato #monster lover #monster fucker #monster #merfolk #merman #mermaid #dystopian #surreal

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spenzitz · 2 years

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inumaki helping you after a long day of training

a/n~ a certain yuta simp sent me some pictures of toge before going to bed, so now i must write this down as fast as i can... also i'm starved for inumaki content (⊃◜⌓◝⊂)

words~953

tw~fluffy toge

Today was a long day. All the second years trained with weapons today while Gojo and the first years went on a mission. At first, you were all relieved that you wouldn't have to be working today until you realized what weapon training meant... Maki beating the shit out of you.

Panda cried animal abuse more times than you could count, Inumaki was sore from falling on his ass all day, and you were already starting to bruise from the incessant beatings. So when you got to your room after dinner, you had hoped you could spend the rest of the night relaxing and getting rested up for whatever tomorrow would bring.

Just as you were about to burrow into your bed for the night, you heard a light knock on your door. Whoever it was didn't want to wake you up. You lightly sigh and walk over to your door. Meanwhile, you hear a yawn from the other side and giggled knowing exactly who it was.

When you open the door, your boyfriend Inumaki is there leaning with his forehead on the side of the doorframe in a white t-shirt and some sweatpants. In his left hand, you see a plastic bag with condensation dripping down it, and in his right, he has two bottles of juice, one of them being half-finished.

"Kelp." Inumaki mumbles holding up the items in his hands while remaining planted on the doorframe. "Kelp," you repeat giggling, moving aside to let him in your room.

You already knew what he was thinking when you opened the door; a sleepover. You climbed into bed and unmade the rest of it as Inumaki walked to the other side and settled in. With your backs propped up against the headboard, you handed him your laptop to find something to watch and he handed you the unopened juice.

Your movements were practiced, almost mechanical. You two did this at least once a week, usually on weekends, and when you both had especially rough days. It gave you something to look forward to.

Once he handed you the juice, the only thing left was the wet grocery bag that Toge placed at the end of the bed. But when you reach for it, Toge grabs your forearm and says "bonito flakes," while still scrolling through Netflix. You assumed there were just some ice cream sandwiches in there or something, but now you were really curious.

"I can't see?" you say with fake disappointment. "Tuna Tuna" he moves you to sit in from of him and brings the bag beside him so it's out of your sight. Then, he places the laptop in front of you with your favorite show to watch together "Komi Can't Communicate" loaded up. He presses play and gives you a big kiss on your right cheek while he rubs up and down on your left arm.

Back when you two started dating and you said you really liked this show called "Komi Can't Communicate", Inumaki was ecstatic. He immediately made you promise to only watch it with him. You told him Komi reminded you of him, not because she was shy or nervous, but because she used things other than words to express herself. From that point on, it became "your show."

Once Inumaki could tell you were engrossed by the show, he slowly brought out the contents of the bag.

Unbeknownst to you, for the past hour, Inumaki has been searching the kitchen for anything and everything that was cold. He gathered ice packs, frozen peas, cold carrots, and anything that was cold and would stay cold. He also grabbed cloths to wrap them in so it would be too cold on your skin.

Toge slowly wrapped an icepack in a washcloth and peaked his head over your shoulder to find a bruise to place it on. He spotted one just above your knee and bent down to lightly kiss it.

"Toge," you chuckle out as you turn to him, "what are you-" you're cut off by the soothing chill of the ice pack on your sore spot. You let out a sigh of relief as you slump backward, only held up by Toge's hands. He smiles, glad that you were feeling better.

He'd seen how you would wince every time you sat down or got up. Toge hated seeing you in pain, so he wanted to make you feel better. Toge was always good at knowing what you needed without you saying it or asking for it.

After a while, you had fully collapsed onto Toge's chest. About 10% of your brain was actually watching the show. The other 90% were either asleep or completely enraptured by the ecstasy you felt after having your sores taken care of by Toge's loving touch.

"Hmm?" Toge smiles as he bends down to hum in your ear, his way of asking if you were ready for bed.

"No..." you murmur defiantly into his kneck. Toge laughs and shuts the laptop before placing it on the nightstand. He slowly takes all the icepacks he'd been massaging you with off of your body and back into the grocery bag. He could return them tomorrow, you were more important.

Toge places you back on your side of the bed under the covers and turns off the light before laying down next to you. He grabs your hand and uses it to drape your arm opposite to him over his chest and gently lay your head on his shoulder.

Toge kisses your forehead and you respond with "I love you Toge..." before swiftly drifting off to sleep.

"I love you" he breathily whispers to you before letting himself succumb to sleep as well.

like I said before, i miss my rice ball boy very much, so you have any inumaki thoughts or fics send them my way please and thank you (๑′ᴗ‵๑)

request are open! (especially for this boy<3)

masterlist

#toge inumaki #toge x reader #toge inumaki x reader #inumaki x reader #inumaki toge x reader #inumaki imagine #toge inumaki x y/n #inumaki fluff

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sakinotfound · 2 years

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Obey Me! Headcanons

a.k.a. my headcanons on what i would be like in Devildom and my relationship with the brothers if it was all real which absolutely no one asked for or cares for that matter.

a/n 1: lemme know your own if you wanna because i would love to read your versions of it. you can obviously read this as a x reader and put yourselves and throw me out✌️

a/n 2: this is part 1. i intend to make one with the other characters as well. lemme know if you all are even interested in reading them lol

genre: can be read as platonic/romantic

warnings: pronouns of the reader aren't mentioned. nonthing else i guess, if i am wrong please let me know.

• Right off the bat I wouldn't like the brothers very much from the start. I'd be pretty annoyed and constantly on the i-hate-y'all-lemme-go-home mode. So I won't be cooperative at all. And maybe, just a teeny weeny bit petty.

• I would try to runaway somehow at first. Idk how, but like you'd find me in library or some shit. Trying to find some way to escape from here. Being all sneaky so nobody finds out my grand masterplan for sneaking back up.

• But eventually I'd realize, life in Devildom is much better than on Earth. I am always up for adventures and trying something new so a stay at Devildom, among all the demons and being an exchange student and experiencing a whole new experience would always be exciting and fun to me.

• Now my first impressions and then the understanding of the characters. (I am only up till Lesson 15 ehehe👉👈👀)

Lucifer: I would absolutely love Lucifer. He would be exactly what I need to keep me motivated and focused. Lucifer just has that sort of authority, high reputation and strictness with that soft side that makes you want to make him proud and you put your everything to just get him to pat your head and praise you or just acknowledge it and give you that reassuring nod. I would die for his praises and that smile he gives when you know you did something right. At the start of the game I was scared to disappoint him so that would show and be painfully obvious.

• I would definitely, 110% consider him and look at him as a father figure and would call him "dad" atleast once by mistake. Let's not talk about how I'd be mortified and would not talk to him or show my face to him for atleast a week unless he hunts me down or something.

• As the game went on, I felt kinda annoyed about how strict he was and how much rigid he would get to the point that he took jokes very seriously. So it was very hard to satisfy him. But then I understood, he was tired and exhausted. He is used to how his brothers are and that is how he treats us too. He is the eldest child, he isn't supposed to take care of them, that's not his duty but he has too. He has a lot of responsibilities and I doubt he has any time for himself. That's why he is a to the point, straightforward person who doesn't wanna deal with anymore bullshit. I completely understand and relate with him.

• But that doesn't mean I would not take the golden opportunities to annoy him. Satan, Mammon and I would be total menaces ✨ just for him✨. Mammon and I would have a bet if I would succeed in my goal of making him laugh at least once. The other brothers would put their bets too.

• oh and i would soooooo tease him about Diavolo and what a simp the demon king is for him. i would live for his reactions. let me tell you, if DiaLuci actually happens, I (we/mc) was/were behind it. Yes I'll be the wingman they need.

Mammon: Oh I would brutally roast Mammon in the start. I see through people's bullshit most of the time, just don't point out sometimes. But Mammon can be read like a book by the most oblivious person ever alive. So I would call him out and tell him that these things won't work on me and fail all his plans of carrying out his tsundere ways of living. I know it would irk me a little and I would enjoy making him all flustered, considering how high and mighty he was acting in the start. (still does it to this day)

• But oh well, Mammon is Mammon. He would work his charm on me in no time. As time goes on and I study him more, I'd realize behind that tsundere mask is an insecure and scared boy who puts on a façade so no one finds out how vulnerable and needy he is. How insecure and scared he gets. How he needs validation, support and love a lot but fills that void by his own boasting and self-praises. I didn't say I wouldn't get tired of these last two things but I would understand him.

• In the end, I know I would fall for this cutie. And he would take advantage of my weakness for all-things-cute. I would always and I mean always, make sure to let him know, no, I'll tattoo it in his brain how worthy he is and how important he is to me. I would shower him with words of affirmation, constant and never wavering support and tonnes of love. And not once would you find me slacking in this, mind you. I just know I would love spending time with him. And I know he has good fashion sense (which I wish I could have) so we'll go shopping a lot. I have a good control over my spending expenses so don't you worry Lucifer.

Levi: I would prolly smack him and put him in his place. I don't like his overly obsessed, and very concern-causing personality. I mean his whole personality is him being an otaku. That's it. He seriously needs to touch some grass. So I'd prolly throw him out of the window into the outside lawn or something.

• Levi and my relationship would take some time and effort from both the sides to grow. I mean sure I love anime and I like video games too so yeah we can enjoy that together but this bitch was ready to kill me when he got into his demon form just because of a quiz. So yeah he needs to chill out.

• I guess in the end, Levi and I will be good friends. He isn't a bad person. Also I think he can introduce me to a lot of new stuff when it comes to the online and gaming world and I think that's cool. We'll prolly host movie nights with everyone every once in a while. It's a bonding time for everybody. It sometimes ends up in a cuddle pile much to Lucifer's relief or a pillow/popcorn fight much to Lucifer's dismay.

Satan: Oh My God, Satan is my soulmate. (Never thought I'd say that.... *contemplates everything for two minutes while staring at the floor*). Partners in crime because making Lucifer's hair grey faster is our shared life goal. At first it would be just His and Hellos and some random conversations in corridors or dinner table. But you remember how he asked us to go for a walk and look around Devildom? Yeah that would be the start of our friendship.

• We would get to know each other and we'd discover we have a lot in common. Like anger issues, toning it down and keeping it in because we have too much in stock, our love for reading and books and cats or just animals in general. I think every Sunday or something we'll go to a cat cafe. I guess playing with animals helps Satan calm down and distract himself for all the Wrath he has bubbling inside. It's pretty effective for me.

• I'd spend most of my time in his room if Mammon is not hogging me all for himself. We would sit around and read books, with him recommending me some all the time. I would love to discuss and theorize things with him. We'll share our opinions and ideas about future and other things sometimes at night too, just walking around after dinner or sitting at the rooftop.

Asmodeus: Asmo and I wouldn't be close at first, like at all. I don't like his self-obsessed, narcissistic personality. Also I hate being touched and hugged and kissed and all those things. Also Asmo can be very hurtful sometimes to Mammon and my protective mode would make me furious. I know sibilings do that (I have seen it lol) but I love Mammon way too much. I think asking someone to kill themselves is just too much.

• But eventually when I'll spend more time with the him and I'd observe, study and understand everyone more and more, I'd understand why Asmo is like how he is. I guess he tries to hide his insecurities or any hate/mean comments he gets behind that narcissistic personality of his. He is confident in himself but that doesn't mean it never hurts. He isn't actually a bad person and after spending some time we'd actually get along very well. I know I will like spending time with him. I would eventually learn how to ignore his continuous self-obsessed comments and just learn to live with it. As long as he isn't being judgmental to others, it's nothing inherently bad. I mean it's good to praise oneself (though he takes it to a whole new level).

• I think he would help me a lot with my self-esteem and self-confidence. And he would teach me a thing or two about self-care and beauty tips too which are much needed. We would have a fun time just relaxing and take care of each other and ourselves. I think he has a lot to talk and tell about and I speak very less so it's perfect. I'll just be a listening ear for him to rant about anything. I think he and I would go shopping a lot and he'll know all the best places to hang out and take good pictures at. I am not a social media person but people do say (not to flatter myself ehehe) that I take great pictures.

• Also I think I would eventually like his endearing words and light affectionate touches. I mean I am homesick and alone so it would be very refreshing. But you'd find me backing off a lot of times and giving him a look that says not-right-now-asmo a lot too because I get annoyed lol.

Beelzebub: Bros. Yes, we'd be bros. We'd randomly meet at the kitchen one night. He'd be doing his thing and I mine. But as a shitty cook and person with fire and explosion affinity as I am, Beel would offer to help me I guess (because he is a good boy).

• Bet he has lots of good recipes and I loveeeeeee LOVE, did i say love? FOOD. that's my one true love, the love of my life, my lifeline, my oxygen, my everything. High five Beel🖐️. So I would love to try everything new he makes or all the Devildom recipes he has. And you'd find me snacking and hanging out with him in the kitchen at 2 a.m. or something a lot.

• I am not gonna lie, I would ask him, atleast once, if I can dive in between his tits uh-i mean pecs, yeah pecs and suffocate myself for a few minutes or so. Spoiler: Would last more than few minutes. Spoiler 2: I would fall asleep on top of him and that would start an afternoon nap ritual where I fall asleep on him, lying on him like the fat seal I am and we'd sleep for an hour or two. Leave it to Asmo to bring everyone to look at us and click pictures. Lucifer probably has one too from a Polaroid camera and he has hidden it well for his eyes only.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me platonic

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legends-of-apex · 2 years

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Soft Visits

Ah Sahm x Reader (fluff)

Rating: T (mentions of Ah Sahm having bruises, non-sexual nudity, kisses)

Word Count: 1,250

Summary: Ah Sahm shows up on your doorstep one day, a few weeks after the fight with Li Yong. You’re delighted to see him but also eager to dote on him and his bruises. Pure softness and fluff. Reader is gender neutral.

A/N: For @icy-spicy as we’re both simping and soft for Ah Sahm tonight lol.

Gif by @kaxbrekker ! PLEASE go and check out their gifs, they are absolutely stunning!

It was late afternoon when you heard a knock at your door. Two firm, even knocks.

You opened the door to find none other than Ah Sahm standing, hands in his trouser pockets, facing you head on. His face was serious at first but when you squealed with happiness, a smile crept onto his lips and his eyes brightened.

You wrung your arms around his neck and he embraced you, lifting you off the ground slightly in his effort to have you close.

“I’ve missed you,” he told you, setting you back down on the ground and letting his eyes search yours.

“I thought you were dead!” You replied, sliding your hands over his shoulders to rest firmly on his chest, smoothing over his jacket and the waistcoat beneath as you did.

“Oh?” He asked, his usual playful smile on his lips as his head cocked slightly to the side, “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint.”

With a shake of your head and a smile you took him by the hand and led him inside.

Having shut the door behind you, you turned back to face him only to find your face mere inches away from his. He was so close to you that you could smell the smoke from the street outside on his clothes, feel his exhale rustling your hair as softly as a summer’s breeze.

You let the back of your head fall against the door as you gazed up at him in wonder, taking note of the fading bruises on his cheek.

Then he drew his hand upwards, towards your cheek where he let his thumb just barely ghost over the soft skin. Instinctively, you leaned into that touch. You let his thumb graze over you as you closed your eyes at the familiar feeling of his warmth on your skin.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

You opened your eyes and looked right up into his. A bright sheen covered his eyes. His beautiful, brown and endless eyes. You noted how their gaze flickered between your own and your lips for a moment, making him wait.

“I suppose I might have one to spare.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he slowly leant down, cupping your jaw in his hand as he did. You leaned upwards to meet him halfway but let him close the final gap.

His lips were soft, tasting. Just barely touching your own before he pulled back and looked down at you.

“Just the one?”

With a roll of your eyes you wrapped your arms around his neck again and brought him down to your level.

You initiated the kiss this time but it was still so very soft. So careful and chaste. He held your cheek as though you might break but let his lips move more firmly against yours now.

When he pulled back, you chased his lips with your own and he smiled a bright, toothy smile at your eagerness for him. But let his forehead rest against your own as he wrapped his arms around you, swaying you gently from side to side as he did.

“I thought you were dead,” you reminded him, fingers toying with the hair on the back of his neck.

He laughed out a breath, “For a couple days there, admittedly so did I.”

“The Long Zii’s fighter did this to your face?” You asked, gently touching your fingers to the bruise beneath one of his eyes before pressing a kiss to it, wishing the pain away from him.

“Oh sweetheart, that’s the least of what he did. But to be honest, he’s not fairing much better.”

You leaned your head away from him and back against the door so you could get a better look at him, “Show me. Please.”

He nodded, jaw clenching as he did. He knew you wouldn't like the sight, which was exactly why he’d waited until he’d healed up a lot before coming to see you.

He took one of your hands in his and let your palm rest firmly on his chest. Your middle finger found the indent at the centre of his chest, your others curving outwards with the thick ridges on either side of it.

“Go ahead,” he whispered and you knew then what he meant.

Smoothing your other hand down over his shoulder, you let your fingers join at the buttons of his waist coat, undoing the chunky metal fastenings with ease until the dark material hung loose at his sides.

You glanced up at him for permission to continue and he gave it with a nod of his head, eyes never leaving yours as you began tentatively undoing the buttons of his crisp, white shirt.

Once a few were undone and you saw the beginnings of the yellowing bruise, you trailed your fingers along his skin until you reached the next button. You continued on like that until you reached the raised ridges of his stomach, placing both palms in the centre of his chest as you spread his shirt wide.

“Oh, Ah Sahm…” you trailed off, taking in the sight of his battered body.

Bruises littered his chest and torso all over. Blotching the otherwise perfect skin. You ran your fingers over him gently, breath shaking as you thought about how much pain he must’ve been in.

“It’s alright,” he told you softly, taking your hands in his again, “I promised you I’d be okay.”

He pressed each of your palms to his lips individually before setting them back against his bare chest. His eyes never leaving yours as he did.

Dragging your hands down his chest again until you reached the rest of the fastened buttons, you continued where you left off and only stopped once every last button was undone. Stepping back to get a better look at him now with his shirt spread wide you trailed your eyes over every bruise that splattered across his skin.

His stomach fared no better than his chest. And you warmed your hands with your breath before touching him there too, tracing your fingertips along his sides as though you could wipe away the pain.

“You must have suffered so much,” you whispered, finally looking back up into his eyes and he smiled at your sweetness, bringing his lips to your forehead as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“But I’m here now. And believe me when I tell you that it’s awfully hard to suffer when you’re around.”

You led him to your bed and had him lay down in the hopes that he might get some rest he no doubt desperately needed. And he lay back against the pillows without complaint. You knew he couldn’t stay long, he never could, so there was little point in offering him a place beneath the covers.

Once he was settled he held out his hand for you, silently asking you to join him. So you did, clambering on top of the bed beside him as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his chest.

You let your cheek rest there on his bare chest, hearing the steady drum of his heartbeat as you did. And you let your fingers freely roam over his torso, careful not to touch any spots that still looked tender.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“As am I,” he replied, pressing his lips to your hair before taking your hand in his and letting it lay limply on his chest. His breath grew quiet after awhile and his fingers ceased caressing your knuckles. He’d fallen asleep with you there in his arms and you weren’t about to wake him for the world.

Tagging (the warrior tag list): @icy-spicy @noobsaibots @lilliblossom

#ah sahm #ah Sahm x reader #warrior hbo max #warrior cinemax #Andrew Koji #fluff #my writing #fic

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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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Leave Me Lonely p.1 - The Darkling x Reader

Based on Ariana Grande’s song Leave me Lonely ft.Macy Grey. Was supposed to be just one part but I got carried away as per usual 🤓

'Get the General!' Zoya's eyes were borderline frantic but her composure remained the same, the once pristine blue kefta was dirty and ragged and her long luscious hair was disheveled, a piece of it in the way of a small cut on her temple.

'Zoya are you alright?' You were exiting the General's tent when you saw her approach, your body filled with an alarming feeling as you raced to meet her and some other Grisha, The skiff, she was manning a skiff across the Fold not even an hour ago, why is she back?

She ignored your question and continued with her dutifulness, 'The General, this is urgent'

You nodded and ran back, mind whirling with the possibilities of the skiffs return. Zoya was a great Squaller who'd successfully manned many journeys across the Fold so why was she back here, all scratched and bruised.

He was conversing with First Army Lieutenants and Captains when a rough grasp around his arm interrupted the flowing conversation. He squared his shoulders but when he saw your panicked face, he relaxed but only the smallest amount. Not even 10 minutes beforehand you two were involved in a heavy argument and at the feel of his tense muscles beneath his kefta, you guessed he thought you were back for more.

You had a right to come back and throw insults at his face, hell, he was the one who brought out that side of you. A vicious, ruthless, and malevolent side you never knew you had, but you ignored that urge.

-Dangerous Love, you're no good for me darling-

'We have a situation.' You cocked your head in Zoya's direction and waited until his company excused themselves and stood to the side before you let Zoya speak.

'I think we may have a sun-summoner.' She said without any negligible hesitancy. The tent suddenly froze in time. The Grisha held their breath and the otkazat'sya paled as your eyes grew wide. A Sun-Summoner.

'We were 2 markers in and were attacked by volcra, a searing light came out of nowhere, or rather came out of a girl, a first-army soldier.' You could see the lieutenant perk up at the sound of one of his being mentioned but Aleksander's expression hadn't changed since Zoya started talking.

'Bring her to me.'

'A Healer is bringing her now.' As she concluded her statements, she silently moved off to the crowd of other Grisha who'd come back from the skiff journey looking equally as shaken as she did.

You leaned back on the desk for support as you settled the information she'd just given you. This was Zoya, a very, very credible witness who'd just said a Sun-Summoner had been found. A legend come true, a myth that no longer needed debunking.

You looked at him again, this time noticing a flicker of hope in his eyes. He stared right back into your own wide eyes and gave a gentle nod followed by a small squeeze of reassurance to your hand which still held a tight hold on his arm. He kept his back to the entrance but you had a full view of her once the tent flap opened.

She was brought in by two guards in a scuffed First-Army uniform, Whether it was from the volcra or just daily use, you didn't know. She looked slightly sickly but mostly scared, like a wounded animal being hunted by its prey.

'Bring her closer.' You had let go of his arm now, that feeling of surety left you cold as his touch disappeared from yours. The guards brought her forth a bit more, letting her go and stepping back as their General finally turned around.

'Closer.' She took a tiny step forward. The poor girl is petrified.

'Well?'

'Well, what. Sir?' She was on the defense, I don't blame her. He was intimidating even when he wasn't using his powers.

'What are you?'

'Alina Starkov, Assistant Cartographer, Royal Corps of Surveyors.' Her fearful expression suddenly changed into a more devastated one. 'They’re all gone. It’s my fault. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?'

'Answer the question.' He leaned back against the desk just as you did.

'A mapmaker, sir' It was clear to you that Ms.Starkov had no idea why she was here. She was scared, alone, and being interrogated by the most feared man in all of Ravka. The tent erupted in a peal of laughter but you had no time for such snobbiness.

'Quiet' You ordered and a silence fell over the space once again. There was a time when you wouldn't dare command a tent full of Grisha, but Aleksander had changed you; changed the way all his Grisha looked at you.

'So who actually saw what happened? Zoya? You manned the mainsail.'

Zoya repeated what she told you, and Aleksander asked the girl whether she'd been tested but your ears stopped listening once she'd stated she grew up in Keramzin. You too grew up in Keramzin before you were shipped off to the Little Palace to train and become a skilled Heartrenderer. You knew they tested all the children, so how the hell did she slip through the cracks?

You came back from your thoughts just as Aleksander approached her and subsequently amplified her powers. A beam of light so bright and strong you felt some heat from it pounced from her skin and up through the ceiling.

Everyone looked away from the harsh ray but you couldn't turn away. It was beautiful and magical, the physical embodiment of hope, but short-lived as Aleksander let her go and she fell back with a look of awe. He moved quickly, whispering into Ivan's ear and then moving back to you.

'Accompany them to the Little Palace. Ride on a horse and be on the lookout, and give her your kefta.' You nodded curtly, knowing he only trusted his inner circle with the transport of the Sun-Summoner to Os Alta, and that included you. Alina was dragged out from the tent still in a daze of her own.

Your earlier argument with him vanished from your memory as he leaned down to briefly kiss you on the top of your head, 'Be safe.' And with that, you left to find your horse.

***

The backroads were peaceful and quiet as your horse galloped along the dirt road. You wanted so badly to sit in the carriage and speak to Alina, a fellow child of Keramzin, but you listened to Aleksander's command and served as a lookout for any oncoming dangers. So far it had been all clear, but as you approached a hill, a tree blocking the road caught your attention. You slid off your horse and signaled the coachmen to stop too.

'The road is blocked! Beware!' One of them shouted and then all hell broke loose. Shots came from everywhere and anywhere while your horse, in a frightful spell, escaped the way you came.

You had no clear line of vision as dust and dirt clouds plummed above ground and a bullet scratched your left shoulder, then your leg. Your eyes stung and lungs burned as you tried to get yourself out of direct lines of bullets and bombs, eventually finding a place behind thick trees.

Ivan and Fedyor joined you almost immediately both panting and the latter holding his hand to his chest.

'You're bleeding Y/N, where is your kefta?' Fedyor panicked and lay his other hand on your leg where the blood glistened like a jewel.

'How many are there?' Ivan risked asking, trying to get your mind off of the bleeding wounds. Your hands were up in the air as you listened for heartbeats and your heart dropped to your stomach. Too many.

'At least 15 more.' You looked around the Grisha desperately devising a plan in your head that would bring you all out alive.

'Get to the carriage, protect the girl' You signaled to the three Heartrenderers and Squaller.

'But you're hurt and you cannot fight the-' Ivan was cut off by the darkening of the forest, a classic tell that Aleksander was here. Relief flooded you all. The shadows loomed over you, directing their course to near the carriage and then up ahead to where Alina was.

You waited for him to erupt from behind the trees and help you, but the minutes ticked by and you were still hiding from the skilled Fjerdan fighters without backup. Fedyor looked to you, disappointment and pity clear on his face.

Only momentarily did the fighting cease as bullets carried on their assault. You assumed they would flee from the fear of being in the Darkling's presence, but they hit back twice as hard. In return, you all fought back equally as strong, knocking out bodies left right and center despite your dwindling body.

All throughout the fight, you had one thing on your mind and that was why Aleksander chose to ignore you. Was he still mad from your argument? No that couldn't possibly be why he would leave you to potentially die at the hands of druskelle.

Yes you were a soldier, but no doubt he knew the extents of the Fjerdan army and their skilled fighters. If outnumbered, a Grisha was basically of no use.

-If you're gonna love me and leave me hanging here....-

You understood she was the Sun-Summoner but you were you. You were the person he shared his bed with every night, the person who could calm his stormy mind, and the person who stayed with him through it all even though you hurt more than he loved. It stung like a throbbing wound and snagged at your already dwindling will to keep the relationship alive.

-then I'd rather you leave me lonely-

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Part 2

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