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yunopouts · 6 months

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scream - l. jeno

-> lee jeno x fem reader

-> frat! au, pure smut (jeno lee is one nasty mother fucker in this one y'all)

-> CW: dom! jeno, rough sex(??), choking, edging, a small... TINY (VERY TINY) bit of ass play, protected sex, handjob, overuse of the word fuck, overstim, head god jeno, fingering, spitting, squirting, slight praise, lots of crying (reader), dumbification, marking/biting, scratching, blood, nipple play, gagging, bdj (big dick jeno LMFAOO)

-> a/n: this is my apology for going on such a long break T-T, i'm telling you i didn't even realise it went on for that long. i was checking in every now and then but i feel so bad T-T anyways! I'm back :P this one doesn't have THAT much dialogue, so i hope you guys enjoy the gory details 😁 also i think this is the filthiest, most smutty, smut i've ever fucking written, and i've written a lot... trust me on this.

-> upcoming: dilf! jaehyun next week and maybe another halloween special idk. oh btw, everything has some sort of halloween aspect to it :)) psst! requests are open!!

-> word count: 4.2k!

-> also p.s: idk how to explain the way he's acting in this fic... he's like very sweet and cute when he's kissing, but he's being a bitch when he's fucking and being rough... idk, i hope you understand what I mean. but also, as rough as he maybe, he's very touchy-feely and kissy :D ANYWHO! I present to you, six pages of pure filth!

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“When you said we’re going to a party, I didn’t know it was a frat party.” Minjeong said as the three of you walked through the door. The house reeked of weed and sweat, all the criteria for a proper frat party, except everyone is in a Halloween costume.

“Girl, where else would the party have been?” Jimin scoffed lightly. She paused in the doorway, looking down at her phone before she sighed. “Apparently Sungchan’s waiting for me in the living room, I’ll see you two later?” Both you and Minjeong nodded, wishing the girl goodbye and watched as she walked away in her cheerleader costume.

Turning to each other, you silently agreed that the first thing you needed was a drink, so you headed off to the kitchen.

“I forgot to tell you how hot you look in that outfit.” She said in your ear, loud enough for you to hear over the music, and you gave her a smile while you poured yourself a drink.

“So do you,” you whistled as you looked her up and down, the way the gross boys in movies do when they spot a hot girl.

Together, you looked like an odd pair, seeing as you were dressed up as Jennifer, from Jennifer’s Body, and Minjeong was Little Red Riding Hood. The music thumped through the air as the two of you stood in the crowded kitchen, surrounded by costumed partygoers. The laughter and chatter blended with the bass, creating a symphony of Halloween revelry. Your playful compliment still lingered in the atmosphere, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise chilly, dimly lit room. You took a sip from your drink, the alcohol burning your throat, but your attention was momentarily drawn away from the sensation by something else. From across the room, you spotted a familiar figure, the ever so iconic Ghost Face mask, in the back corner, talking to a boy dressed up as a mummy.

The menacing presence seemed to defy the festive atmosphere, and your eyes were drawn to it as if by some magnetic force. The Ghost Face mask turned slowly in your direction, and even though you couldn't see their face, you felt a shiver race down your spine. It was as though an invisible connection had formed between you and the enigmatic figure, a connection that transcended the costume and the anonymity it provided. There was something magnetic about their presence, something that sparked a potent and unspoken attraction.

For a brief, electrifying moment, your eyes met those hidden behind the Ghost Face mask. Time seemed to stand still as you locked onto each other, and a subtle, unspoken acknowledgment passed between you, like a silent agreement in the midst of the raucous party. Your heart quickened, and the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that charged moment.

Feeling a surge of heat and anticipation, you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the enigmatic figure and turned back to Minjeong, who had been watching the silent exchange with keen interest. She met your eyes, and the shared understanding between you two was palpable. “You saw him too, didn’t you.” Minjeong said in a way that had her sounding winded. With a knowing smile and another sip of your drink, you and Minjeong silently toasted to the unspoken intrigue that had captured your attention.

As the night continued, the magnetic pull you felt towards the Ghost Face figure in the corner didn't wane. It was like an invisible thread connected the two of you, and despite the ongoing revelry, your attention kept drifting back to that mysterious presence.

Minjeong, ever perceptive, nudged you and raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Why not go for it?" Encouraged by her silent urging, you decided to take the initiative. Setting down your drink, you nodded toward the Ghost Face figure, indicating your intention to approach.

Minjeong gave you an encouraging thumbs-up before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you to navigate the sea of Halloween costumes on your own. You weaved through the dancing crowd, anticipation growing with each step.

As you approached, the mask-wearing figure seemed to sense your approach and turned slightly in your direction. They leaned against the counter with their arms crossed over their chest, waiting for you to arrive. The closer you got, the more you could feel the intensity of the connection between the two of you.

Finally standing face to face, the silence was almost deafening. The mask stared at you, unmoving, but you could sense a palpable tension beneath it. Without exchanging words, you both seemed to understand that this moment was special, a secret shared between you in the midst of chaos.

Slowly, your hand extended, and you reached for the Ghost Face mask. Your fingertips brushed against it, and you felt a rapid heartbeat beneath your touch. The mask gave the slightest nod, and you grasped it, carefully pulling it up.

Beneath the mask, a pair of intense, dark eyes met yours. You were momentarily lost in their depth, captivated by the enigmatic stranger who had held your attention all night. The corners of your lips curved into a small, knowing smile, and a spark of recognition flared in those deep, mysterious eyes.

The unspoken tension that had been simmering between you erupted in a whirlwind of excitement. It was a dance of anticipation and curiosity, an unspoken agreement that you had both been waiting for this moment. And even though the music continued to thump, and the crowd continued to revel, for that brief, electric moment, it was just the two of you, locked in a silent, thrilling connection.

You told him your name when he asked for it, and he introduced himself as ‘Jeno’.

“You wanna take this upstairs?” he asked with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You sucked in a breath and nodded before he pulled the mask back down and took your hand in his to lead the way through the crowd.

The staircase was crowded with a few people, Minjeong included. You spotted her talking to a girl in fairy costume and when you caught her eye, she gave you a grin, wider than you’ve ever seen.

Every now and then, Jeno’s leather gloved hand would lightly squeeze yours as you climbed up the stairs. You held on a little tighter each time, but before you knew it, you were standing in front of a room with a big ‘JN’ poster hanging in the middle.

The boy opened the door for you and let you enter first before entering himself. The door clicked shut behind you as you sat down on the bed, your eyes locked on Jeno's every move. With a seductive confidence, he slowly peeled off the Ghost Face mask, revealing a mischievous smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

As he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours, you sucked in a breath in response to the sensual tension that crackled between you. His gloved hands, still gripping the mask, dropped to his sides, and he advanced with a slow, deliberate purpose. The room was drowning in desire, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from him.

Jeno moved in until he was standing directly in front of you. His presence was magnetic, and you found yourself unable to resist as he placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. The touch was electrifying, and you leaned into it, your eyes closing as you savored the sensation. You reached up slowly and pulled his hands away, suddenly regretting it, but you went on with pulling the leather gloves off, exposing a set of large, veiny hands.

Kicking off your shoes, you moved to the top of his bed and watched as he concentrated on your every move with dark eyes. In a flash, Jeno had pulled off the cloak, leaving his chest exposed and him only in his jeans. It felt like you were freezing without his touch on you, but soon enough, he was in front of you, inspecting your face before his eyes ultimately landed on your lips that were stained red from makeup.

His lips rushed to meet yours in a tantalising kiss, a soft exploration that soon deepened into a passionate melding of mouths. The taste of him was intoxicating, and your tongues danced in a heated rhythm, exchanging breathless sighs and moans. Every kiss, every brush of his lips against yours, sent a rush of heat through your body. It was amazing.

His hands travelled from your face, down to your waist and they pulled you to meet his body. Jeno groaned into the kiss from all the friction caused by his chest rubbing against your sweater, making his nipples hard and sensitive.

While your arms wrap around his neck, Jeno’s hips dig into yours, creating a tent in his pants. It’s hard and uncomfortable but the pressure it’s putting on your cunt is to die for, so you grind… hard. Jeno moans your name while his hands tug at your jeans so aggressively you thought he would tear them if he continued. After blindly messing around with your pants, Jeno popped the button open and pulled down your jeans, exposing the lacy underwear you had on.

You whined as he pulled away from your lips but you shut up quicker than ever when you noticed how he was staring at your pussy. He looked hungry.

He looked like he was starving.

And starving, he was.

Jeno practically tore off your panties, tossing them somewhere behind him, before he dove into you. His tongue pressed flat against your pussy, licking a stripe up, the muscle’s warmth and making you moan softly. His nose poked at your clit as his tongue toyed with your hole. He lapped at your folds, making sure no spot was left untouched by his tongue. Jeno loved the way you tasted; you had the best pussy he’s ever eaten, he felt like he could spend all day eating you out, and he’d never get tired of it.

Jeno pulled away for a second to put his middle finger in his mouth, coating it in saliva before pressing it to your entrance. A hum escaped your lips as his thick digit slowly pulsed in and out of you as your hands worked to take off your sweater and shirt. Soon, one finger became two, and Jeno went back to eating you out. Your moans were driving him crazy; they were making it hard focus on your clit because his cock was so fucking hard. The hand he had pressed on your lower abdomen moved down to his button, undoing it and moving the zipper down far enough for him to get his dick out.

As he rubbed his cock, Jeno’s teeth grazed your clit before his lips latched on to it, sucking forcefully. With that, it didn’t take long for that feeling to start to form. As your moans quickened, the pace of Jeno’s fingers grew faster, and he sucked harder on your clit– if it were even possible. He loved the way you were tightening around his fingers, like you were trying to keep them inside you, wanting them absorb your juices.

“Fuck, Jeno…” you gasped, fingers tugging at his dark, messy hair. “God, I’m so close.”

Your eyes squeezed shut right as you were about to cum, but you never did. You felt so high, but now you dropped back down to zero, and you were empty and cold. Opening your eyes, you saw Jeno looking down at you with a smug expression. He leaned down and kissed you softly, which allowed you to taste yourself off his tongue, the somewhat sweet taste filling your mouth.

Reaching down, you felt for his cock, and began stroking when you found it. He was girthier than other guys you’ve had sex with, and he had a slight curve upwards, but my god was he long. You didn’t know if he would fit, but there was nothing you wouldn’t try.

Jeno moaned as he kissed you, the feeling of your warm hands rubbing him up and down forced him to thrust at the pace you were moving at. He pulled back from your lips to drop his head into the crook of your neck, marking and panting against the soft skin. Behind the shell of your ear, he wet a small spot with saliva before he kissed it softly, and he did the same to a few other spots. He sucked on your skin until it bruised while he moved down to the curve of your neck. Jeno’s hot tongue laid against your skin once again before he closed his teeth around it.

You jerked his cock harder as the boy continued to bite into different spots until his husky voice whispered a demand.

“Stop.” Jeno told you.

You did as you were told, but you kept your fingers trailing up and down his shaft as he kissed back up your neck, to your lips.

“Gimme two seconds.” he said against your lips with a smile. You kissed him quickly before he got up, which made him chuckle.

You watched as he got up, cock out and everything, which made you smile a bit. Jeno slid off his remaining clothes and tossed them in what presumed to be a laundry bin, and opened a drawer of his dresser, only to pull out something wrapped in a gold foil.

Oh…

Not one;

Not two;

Or three;

But six.

Jeno pulled out a strand of six condoms before he turned back to you. “Just in case.” he smiled innocently, even though he absolutely was not. He tore one from the line and ripped the top off with his teeth before he handed you the open package.

“Only six?” you asked in attempt to make a joke out of the pain you’re going to be in tomorrow.

Jeno chuckled as he shrugged while you took the condom and rolled it on to his cock. “We can use the whole pack if you want, it’s new.”

And that was that, seeing as Jeno grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. His tongue eagerly explored your mouth once again, grazing your own tongue and cheeks before he pulled away. A string of your mixed saliva hung like a teather from your mouth to his.

“Turn over for me, won’t you?” you nodded in a daze and turned so that your face was in the pillows. “Good girl,” he said, his cool hands grazing down your back, sliding all the way down to your ass. He spread your cheeks far enough apart to see everything, and you swore you heard evil laughter coming from somewhere.

What you thought was going to come, did not, in fact, come. Instead, you were surprised to feel a warm glob of spit fall on to your ass and how it trailed down to your pussy. Jeno leaned down and licked one long stripe, starting from your clit and ending at your ass. His tongue poked into your hole, once again, but this time he scisored in and out, the same way he used his fingers earlier. His tongue was warm and soft inside you, but that feeling didn’t last very long.

Jeno pulled his tongue out, subbing it out for his fingers, but instead, he used his tongue on your ass, sending shivers down your spine. He licked at the puckered hole, warming it up a bit as he fucked your pussy with his fingers.

“You doing okay?” he asked, but you were only able to moan out your response. His fingers fucked you faster, his thumb was ruining your clit with friction, your ass was slick with his spit. Everything was happening just as it needed to be for you to cum. “Oh fuck, Jeno, I’m gonna cum.” And this time you did. Jeno’s fingers curled inside you as they fucked you through your orgasm. Your body shook, your pussy was covered in spit and cum. Jeno’s fingers were coated in a mixture of his and your fluids, and he sucked it off like he was eating icing from a cake.

You felt hot and sticky; he hadn’t even fucked you with his cock yet and yet that was the best orgasm you’d ever fucking felt. “Jen… Jeno, I need you.”

The desparity in your voice sent Jeno spiraling and in no time, the fingers in your pussy were gone and his cock was poking at your enterance. He spit into his hand and coated his covered cock in it, even though he doubted he needed it, considering the fact that you were so wet you could drip on to his bed.

With a slow push, Jeno’s cock entered you, but refrained from moving after hearing you gasp. You knew he was going to be big, but you didn’t know he would be that big. He was a length you’d never taken before, so it took you a few minutes to adjust to his size, but soon enough you were able to build up to a medium pace.

Jeno’s hands snuck up your back to undo the clasp of your bra, exposing your breasts. Jeno firmly gripped your ass, with his thumb prodding at your assshole. You hummed with pleasure as the thick digit dipped into you slightly. With that, along with the pounding from his cock, you were basically in heaven.

“Faster,” you gasped, finally feeling only pleasure as he fucks into you.

Pulling you up by the shoulder, your bra slipped off in an instant, which let Jeno get a proper view of your tits, plump and beautiful. He watched how they jiggled with each thrust, and he grew more and more fond of them. Jeno even switched his grip on you from your shoulder to your neck. His hand gripped you around the base of your throat, just tight enough for there to be a handprint later. Meanwhile, the other snaked down to your pussy, where he drew fast circles on your clit. Jeno’s cock was deep inside your cunt, it filled you to the brim and you were loving every minute of it.

And so was he. The sound of skin slapping on skin, how your pussy fit his cock like a glove, how you moaned his name like you knew it well, how your back was practically glued to his chest. That made him go crazy; that made him fuck you even harder– a more vigurous pace that felt so good it brought you to tears.

Jeno got a hold of one of your nipples, it was hard and practically begging for it to be twisted. You moaned at the feeling and begged for more through your tears, so Jeno’s arms crossed over your stomach, his hands reaching up to play with your nipples some more. He pulled at them until they slipped from his grip, he squeezed them until you begged for mercy. When he shoved two fingers in your mouth, you gagged and yet you could still go further. Jeno pulled his fingers out and covered your tits in your spit.

It didn’t take long for his hips to pick up the pace once he that he was about to cum. Your moans grew choppier and choppier as his thrusts became more sharp.

“Shit, baby.” he groaned, his teeth biting down on your ear loab as he came. Your breaths were ragged in the moments of his orgasm, but you could feel his cock twitch inside you, even with the condom. Your body couldn’t keep up with the speed he was going at and soon enough you were shaking in his arms for a second time, cumming with him.

When Jeno pulled out, your head lolled backwards and you eyed him with a smile. Jeno kissed your temple and whispered his next words into your skin.

“On to the second condom, then?” You each laughed at his comment and Jeno wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly as he shook with laughter.

The boy helped you off of him before getting off the bed again to switch condoms. The exchange was quick and before you knew it, Jeno was hovering above of you once more, staring down at you like you were his prey. This predatory look formed a pit in your stomach, but the good kind.

Jeno’s eyes scanned you from head to toe.

Your body glistened with sweat, collarbones and throat covered with markings of all kinds, your nipples were puffy and wet, and your pussy was swollen and slick with juices. Everything looked delectable; you looked delectable and he was so tempted to consume it all.

The boy picked up one of your legs and propped it over his shoulder and placed his tip at your entrance. He bottomed out smoothly, and this time you seemed to be able to handle his length much better. Your head sunk into the pillows as you let out a sigh.

You watched how Jeno’s eyes closed when he felt your cunt wrap around him with his head falling back with pleasure. “Feels so good.” he groaned into the air, his jaw hanging open slightly as he continued to thrust. His head turned to the side and he brought your calf closer to his mouth, littering it with harsh bites and soft kisses.

Biting your lip, you reached your arm out, silently asking for him to come closer to you, to which he accepted. Setting your leg down, Jeno placed his arms on either side of your head, his face now just centimetres away from yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you wanted to keep the eye contact, so you mustered up the courage to look into his swirling orbs. In his eyes were a mix of emotions, ones that were unrecognisable to you, but you liked it. Tilting your head up slightly, you pecked his bottom lip lightly, which earned you a grin from Jeno. It grew wider when you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him in even closer to you. He hummed and kissed you back forcefully as he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against you sharply.

The tears that ran from your eyes down your cheeks seemed to motivate Jeno. Before, he could only hear your sobs, but seeing you cry switched something inside him. It made him want to fuck you harder, just to see you cry even harder. You looked so pretty, with your makeup all messy and tears running down your face. He loved it.

So he fucked you harder, and so you cried harder, you moaned louder, and you pawed at his back. His skin was under your nails, he could feel how they cut into him the harder he thrust. You were driving him fucking insane.

Jeno leaned his forehead on to yours as he moaned out sweet nothings. “I fucking love your pussy, fuck.” he cursed. His words made you tighten around his cock, which only made him groan louder, but it was like music to your ears. He felt like your pussy was sucking him in the way it would constrict when he fucked into you.

“Jeno, please,” you whimpered, but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. “Fuck, Jeno, you’re so fucking good.” you repeated your words as you whined out to him.

His words made your insides flutter, his movements made your heart race and your breaths quicker. Everything felt so good you could barely moan out words anymore.

He was fucking you dumb and silly. You were nothing but drawn out exclamations and tears. You were so sensitive, and yet you didn’t even want to tell him to stop.

It was just too good to stop.

So he kept fucking you, and he kept filling you, over, and over, and over again until you felt it. “Jen… Jeno, fuck, I’m cumming.” Suddenly, Jeno pulled out again, the same way he did earlier, but this time, he crawled between your legs again, fingering you until you came while jerking himself off. This one hit you so hard that your mind went completely blank and no words could even come out of your mouth. Jeno couldn’t even register what happened until he felt a wet substance leak on to his sheet.

He couldn’t fucking believe it.

His mouth latched on to your squirting cunt almsot immediately, drinking in your juices like it was water. Some liquid dripped down his neck as he lapped up the rest that leaked from your pussy, but he never let up. He continued to eat you out so well even after you came, you thought you were going to do it again.

As your hand raked through his dark hair, all it took was one tug at his roots for him to cum. Jeno rode his high by fucking himself into his mattress, and until he was done, he rest in between your thighs.

Slowly making his way up to you, you looked down, only to find that his dick was still hard. “You’re joking, right?”

“How about we finish that pack in a bit, hm?” he grinned, making you scoff.

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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i am so BUMMED when i realized ive read all of your polymarauders works. can i get more of them please? especially the one like the 'casual dominance' fic omgg. that one made me feel THINGS. btw!!! congrats on reaching the 1k mark. totally deserved <33

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Wow babe, that's a lot! I'm really glad you're enjoying them! I know I've written a few since you sent this in, but I decided to treat this as a request for specifically casual dom!marauders because I'm weak for them too :*

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Your teeth chatter as you step out of the fastest shower of your life, barely drying yourself off before starting on your makeup. You’re so dumb. You’re so, so dumb. Of course it’d be the night before your presentation that you’d accidentally set your alarm for PM instead of AM. How many times had you stirred, thought about getting up, and decided to wait until your alarm went off? It had only been when you’d woken to an empty bed, sunlight coming in through the window, that you’d realized.

You’re still running on the adrenaline of that waking jolt, now mixed with the extra edginess from your frigid shower since you couldn’t afford to wait for the water to warm. You probably won’t be late, but you’re definitely going to be late by pre-presentation standards. You’d planned to get there a half hour in advance to set up and mentally prepare. Now you’re going to have ten minutes at best, and that’s only if you can get out the door in the next few. You finish with your makeup—your hair’s just going to have to dry on the way—and turn to where you’d hung your pre-selected and Sirius-vetted presentation outfit the night before. The hangers sit empty.

You go into the bedroom, hoping one of the boys had laid them out on the bed while you’d been in the shower. Nothing. Just your socks and shoes where you’d left them by the bedroom door.

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, pulling the socks on because you can do that, at least. “Shit shit shit!”

You take off down the stairs, relieved to see Sirius on his way up. “Hey! Do you know where—” your foot hits too close to the edge of one step, slipping down to the next. It seems inclined to keep going, but Sirius’ hands catch you around the waist.

“Jesus, baby.” He looks down at your feet as you get them under you again, eyebrows drawn together. “Running down the stairs is already a punishable offense, but with socks on?”

“Do you know where my presentation outfit went?” you ask in a rush.

Sirius blinks. “No. It’s not where you left it?” You shake your head and decide this conversation is no longer a productive use of your time, moving past him. “Don’t run,” he says after you, and you slow to a slight hustle down the remaining steps.

You practically skid into the kitchen, where Remus is just about to sit down at the table with his cup of coffee and James is running the blender. You raise your voice to be heard over it. “Do either of you know where my presentation outfit went?”

James stops the blender. “Morning to you too, sweetheart. Everything okay?”

You feel like you could burst into tears, but that would just waste more time. Why is no one cooperating with your need for efficiency?

“I’m going to be late!” you stress to James, turning around to survey the kitchen, the living room, like they’ll just be hanging in some random corner where you somehow forgot them. “I need my clothes, have you seen them?”

“Dove.” Remus takes you by the shoulders. “Breathe. You’ve got time.”

You exhale, trying not to twitch as your skin crawls with urgency, or to lecture him on how little time you actually have. Remus watches you patiently. His hands slide up to either side of your face once you no longer seem like a flight risk, thumb stroking your cheek.

“Your outfit’s in the dryer,” he says in a soothing voice, still holding you as if to keep you from running off. “I was warming it up while you were in the shower.”

Your next inhale scrapes on the way in, a grateful pressure building behind your eyes. “Rem, that’s so sweet,” you say. “Thank you.”

Remus gives you a smile and a little shrug, more casual than the faint pinkness of his cheeks would suggest. He lets his hands skim back down your neck, giving your upper arms a light squeeze. “Why don’t you let it finish running while you have your breakfast, yeah? That way there’s no risk of spilling on it.”

You shake your head, aware this won’t go over well but too anxious to worry much about it. “I don’t have time for breakfast,” you tell him. “I need to catch the bus in, like—” Your eyes search for a moment before landing on the microwave clock. “—five minutes.”

“I’ll drive you,” Sirius says, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he comes back downstairs.

You glance at the microwave clock again in case you read it wrong the first time. “You can’t,” you say. “You’ll be late.”

Sirius shrugs. “I don’t have a presentation. They’ll deal with it.”

You look to Remus, expecting him to object to Sirius’ proposed tardiness, but he only nods, sitting down with his coffee.

“Are…are you sure?” you ask Sirius, trying to adjust to the sudden non-urgency of your situation.

“It’s no problem,” he promises you. “Stop looking so upset, honey, just eat your breakfast.”

“Drink your breakfast, is more like it,” James says proudly, coming in from the kitchen to pass you a glass of whatever he’d been concocting in the blender. It’s a murky brown-green, and you try not to wrinkle your nose for James’ sake.

“Thanks.” You take it from him tentatively. “It’s…it’s a smoothie?”

James laughs at your expression, and you think you hear Remus snort into his coffee. “Yes, it’s a smoothie. The color’s because of the chocolate protein powder and the spinach, but it’s got fruit, too, don’t worry.”

You swirl the glass a bit, assessing the color. “Why so much spinach?”

James sets a hand on your shoulder, encouraging you into your chair as he joins the three of you at the table with a smoothie of his own. “Iron, sweetheart.” He casts a pointed glance at your legs, spotted here and there with purple-and-yellow blotches of skin. “Seems like need it. You’re bruising like a peach lately.”

Remus hums in agreement as you take a tentative sip of the smoothie. It’s not bad, though you can feel little bits of spinach sticking to your teeth. You make a mental note to have Sirius check your smile before you get out of the car later.

“And I saw that look in your eyes when you stood up too quick from the couch yesterday,” Remus says, quirking an eyebrow when you look at him in surprise. “You’re not as subtle as you think, dove.”

You bring the glass to your lips again to avoid making a response. Sirius laughs, and when you smile sheepishly, his grin turns goofy. “Hold it there,” he says, taking your jaw in hand. You keep your smile in place as his eyes narrow. “Front tooth on the left. My left.” You lick at the piece of spinach, and he nods, dropping his hand.

“Knew I could count on you,” you tell him. “Thanks, Siri.”

Sirius pecks you on the cheek. “S’what I’m here for, gorgeous.”

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risestarkiss · 3 months

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So, you know in the episode Insane in the Mama Train when they all get to the front car and then Draxum catches them. Then like time seems to freeze and everything and then April is captured. At first glance it might just look like the boys are scared of Draxum. But they usually don't act like that. They are usually never scared of Draxum. So maybe the writers just did that to be dramatic? What do you think? Btw I LOVE all your ramblings! They bring things that I've never thought about or noticed before into perspective and I love that. They always cheer up my day :)

While watching the show I thought that moment was strange as well.

I mean we've already been introduced to Draxum, and before this scene he wasn't necessarily a threat...but suddenly with the way that this scene is lit, drawn, etc. Draxum is the most threatening foe yet!

I feel like the writers just wanted to put weight on this moment and make us realize how dire the situation really is...

And I'm so happy that they did, this scene is fire! 🔥

Aww, thanks! I'm so glad that you love my silly little rambles. 😄

Thanks for the ask! 😁💜

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Hey Bogleech! Got a question for you; when you are creating creatures - particularly those that are "useless" like the Garbage class in Mortasheen (who I hope are around in the game because I love them btw!), what's your design philosophy for such creatures?

Are they designed to be able to 'function' and propagate or are many of them meant as one-offs

If I like a design at all I basically can't bear to leave it "limited" in any way, so everything is either a whole species or biologically immortal or otherwise has the potential to last forever in some way! The original idea of the "defect monsters" in Mortasheen was random accidental creations that spin off from creating other monsters, but that didn't explain how they could have "species" that kept reappearing, and back then it was kind of just left unexplained the way a lot of things in Pokemon are. I've actually drawn all-new art for a bunch of them that's debuting in the book, and they're also being renamed to "Biogarbage" for it, one of which is a remake of one of the very oldest designs I had at one point retired and forgotten about:

Its original concept was just something incapable of eating or moving or doing anything at all. Now I have it that the Bleurtch still can't really move or do much, but it can survive if it has bacteria-rich water to soak up, and ends up clogging sewer lines as it multiplies. And if it's irritated enough, it can defend itself by spewing all its rancid sticky body fluids everywhere, but then it just dies. As to how these and other Biogarbage can keep arising brand new from monster creation and still repeat their species, bringing monsters to life in Mortasheen official involves a living sludge with a collective genetic memory. When you feed enough biomass into it with a lot of data and an energy supply it can build the exact monster you wanted, but it will do whatever it feels like with leftover scraps. Some monsters might think of these as kind of their "siblings" and care about them, but it depends on the monster! The design philosophy is just to make them come across as miserable just to exist, but in a kind of "funny" way? Not necessarily just suffering but fairly wretched and unpleasant.

#mortasheen

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I have a request - "being comforted by Jace Wayland (JCB) would include:"

Merry Christmas btw :)

I could kiss you rn. Merry Christmas ❤️

Slightly ooc Jace?

Jace Wayland comforting you would include:

Hugs.

Did you see how both times he comforted Clary, he held her as close as physically possible, cradling her in his arms?

That's how he would hold you.

He finds you in the greenhouse, tucked away in a hidden corner you love to sneak away with him to

Sometimes to kiss, sometimes to..

You're curled up, back pressed against the wall, knees up against your chest

Your body is being constantly wrecked by sobs, your lungs aching from the lack of air you're getting

You're a mess. You can't see, you can't hear, you can't feel

It hurts. It hurts so bad and it only adds to the salty tears running down your blotchy cheeks

His heart feels like it's being squeezed with an iron fist. The longer he looks at you, the more his body hurts. It's worse than the burning ache of freshly drawn runes, it's worse than a demon bite

Kisses. So, so many kisses

He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands finding yours. He tangles your fingers together, bringing your hands up to his mouth, pressing little kisses over your knuckles

He's doing anything, everything to ground you, to bring you back to him

His lips are spewing words of comfort between each kiss

"Come on, darling."

"Breathe for me now, angel."

"It's okay, it's okay. I've got you, it's okay."

"You're alright. I'm here, I've got you. Deep breaths for me, yeah?"

"There we go, just like that."

After a while, you start to calm down. Your heart slows, your lungs aren't constricted, blood isn't roaring in your ears

Despite that, your hands stay clasped together with his. You don't let go, even when he tries to pull away so he can wrap his arms around you

You bring his hands up to your face and hide. You kiss them, hide yourself from him in them. His hands are cool and it feels nice against your hot skin

He coos, sitting closer to you. His darling girl

He sits beside you and pulls you to his chest, somehow managing to sneak his hands free

He wraps his arms around you and holds you close, petting your hair, pressing kisses to your hairline, whispering little reassurances in your ear

You stay there with him for who knows how long. An hour, two, three

Neither of you cares. You stay sitting there, you in his embrace. His scent, clean and fresh, surrounds you, clouds your senses

It lulls you to sleep after a bit. Your head falls limp and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head

He brushes your hair back, away from your face. He tucks the strands behind your ears, wipes your cheeks dry. He presses little kisses under your eyes, now adorned with red circles

He is such a kissy boy you can't change my mind

"Good morning!" Kiss

"Are you okay??" Kiss

"You could've died." Kiss

"Please help me." Kiss

He kisses you to reassure himself. Reassuring you is just an amazing bonus

Kisses help to ground him, make him realise you're real and with him

Angels can't kiss anyone, but you're his angel and he kisses you

After the crying situation, he doesn't mention it again because you don't

But his lingering touches, gentle brushes of fingertips let you know that he is here and that he cares

You appreciate it more than anything. You don't want to talk about it, but you thank him with kisses of your own

His love language is physical touch for a reason

Mostly because he didn't get much of it as a boy

He doesn't like words, he can't figure them out

He also hates emotions. He thinks they're stupid and not really needed

But he cherishes everything he feels for you like an ancient relic that needs the best of the best protection

He's so sassy, too

If anyone asks what happened that night, be ready to get at least 3 comments thrown your way

"None of your business, thanks!"

"Since when did asking stupid questions become a shadowhunters job, enlighten me please."

"We did your mum. Fuck off."

It never fails to make you giggle

He flashes you a wink after every comment

He's like a 14 year old boy trying to impress an older girl

It works...

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m3r1m4r5u333 · 4 days

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Okay I've settled on my head canon which is that Eddie is bi (or some version of "likes women and men"), too... I need to ramble about it because this popular idea that Eddie is gay just bothers me tbh it just feels ignorant, bi erasurery. And sure, maybe I'll be proven wrong, but in the mean time...

I think the reason why Eddie just can't be happy with the women he's pushing himself to date is because he's only really ever been drawn, and loved, two people: Shannon and Buck.

And these women he's since dated... are neither of those people. So the other relationships are just... fake, unhappy. Not because of sexual incompatibility, but because they're loveless, on Eddie's part.

The romance with Shannon started as a teen-age romance. They were childhood friends and lovers, but they were too young and immature to really handle the stress of parenthood, and despite that, pushed into a marriage.

It was too much for this young, immature, love to survive. Them freaking out and not being a team.... That just started to hack away at their mutual trust, and that eventually killed the romance, and the marriage. This immature love just could not handle all this pressure, and co-exist with that dying trust.

And then, Eddie meets Buck when his and Shannon's marriage is on a break. She's runs, is away for a long time, Eddie is raising Chris alone... And Buck steps in.

And Buck is insanely helpful, a major stress relief -letting Bobby know that Eddie is struggling to find a caretaker for Chris. Researching for ways to help Eddie... He finds Carla to help them. Buck takes one look at Christopher and melts, wants to spend time with them... Eddie thinks "Woah. This guy is amazing. This is someone I can count on, who has my back."

So Eddie just moved on from Shannon. He did love her once... but then they killed their love and marriage, together. Mutual destruction.

Eddie didn't trust her anymore, she didn't trust him after he'd enlisted in a panic to run from the parenthood, from Christopher's diagnosis... they were fighting all the time... and then she just left him alone with Chris.

And I refuse to demonize her for leaving btw, she was young, under a lot of stress, and Eddie was running from his parenthood. Eddie needed that push, to take responsibility, and connect with Chris!!

But still.. She left, Eddie was hurt and alone, and really doesn't trust her anymore, and then he meets Buck.

So Eddie moves on. His and Shannon's romantic love just... dies. And when she finally tries to re-connect. Yes, he still finds her desirable, and the human bond is still an important one. But where's the love?

They've known each other since they were children, they're friends, Shannon is Christopher's mother. But Eddie no longer really loves her like he once did. He tries. He forgives her, for everything, and really tries to mend their marriage, even proposes again after finding out she may be pregnant...

But it's just too late for both of them, they don't really work as a couple, and she realises she is tired of this battle, she is done.

Shannon leaving.... this made Eddie move on from her, even though he tried to deny it, even to himself. By leaving, Shannon gave the final killing blow to their already fractured mutual trust. Then she was gone for a long time, and when she finally came back, Eddie had already moved on, connected with someone else. She even says this - I was away for too long.

She realises that their marriage dead. She is shocked when Eddie keeps pushing her away from Chris, realises their mutual lack of trust. And she finally admits to herself that she doesn't really want to get back together with Eddie.

Eddie is dragging his feet, not really accepting her back, keeps looking for a "sign" that would say they should have another serious go as partners. Only proposes after there's another pregnancy scare.

Shannon thinks, this marriage is too broken, I want out. We both deserve something better than this. So it is a story of falling in love, and falling out of love.

And then she dies, and Eddie grieves, deeply. He did love Shannon, even though their marriage was a failure. He'd loved her in so many ways. She was his friend, she was his wife, she was Christopher's mother.

However, I do feel like the reason why he struggles to date after Shannon's death is a combination of grief - being afraid to try again with anyone... and it's denial of his feelings for Buck, and also fear that what if... This happens again, what if he loves and they leave. I think the key problem here really is Buck.

Eddie has already fallen for someone, and tries to deny it, ignore it. He thinks this is a road that would take him nowhere, so why try. He thinks Buck is straight!

So he starts pushing Buck away because this odd family unit they have...? Where is it going really, he thinks, Buck doesn't want him.

This line, said to Buck:

"Somehow we became a ready-made family and I... I don't know if I'm ready for that."

It's grief for Shannon, and it's unrequited love for Buck, and it's about being unable to love Ana because of those both massive things stopping Eddie from being able to connect with her.

Remember.... that Buck starts dating Taylor before Eddie starts dating Ana?

Eddie, looking like a zombie, hosting Buck and Taylor, telling Buck that he needs to move on, Eddie has. (Yeah it's a lie.)

And remember all these talks about Eddie needing to move on, before he goes on dates?

This is Eddie, trying to move on, and find his third family unit.

The scene with Eddie and Buck when they've just met, Buck bragging that "some of us don't need good lighting to look good..."

And then Eddie at the fire station, looking at Buck, forgetting to introduce Ana to everyone, realising his mistake and saying to Ana;

"Oh, you've never been here!"...

Because she wasn't, Buck's presence just erases her from Eddie's mind, it's like she isn't even in the same room.

It's true, Eddie realises. Buck really doesn't need good lighting to look good, not to Eddie.

"Even in the dark, this place is amazing."

It's terrible, but disturbingly true for Eddie. This feeling, of existing in the darkness, alone, and watching someone who just doesn't need good lighting to look amazing. They just glow anyway, overwhelmingly, they just erase everyone else from your mind.

I feel like this symbolizes deep, unrequited love really well. Even in the dark this place is amazing.

So Eddie keeps struggling. He won't let Buck close because that's killing him, but he also can't let go of him. He's just ...always dying.

And then Buck comes out to him? It's a shock. It's a brief moment of dumb, wide-eyed hope.

But then Eddie immediately realizes... This changes nothing. Buck is dating someone else. Buck is falling for someone else. Buck is still... Just a friend.

Nothing has changed for Buck, and therefore not for Eddie either. Eddie is still alone in this. And keeps dying.

So... The point I'm trying to make here.

I feel like this struggle we're seeing, it's not about Eddie being gay. He fell for Shannon, they agreed the sex was never the problem.

Even this new relationship with Marisol. He does feel sexual desire for her... Their sex life is great... Until he learns that she was almost a nun? Imagine being in the closet, bi, and realising your girlfriend was almost a nun?

It's truly "eyes on the ground". Would she still want her, if she really knew who, or what, Eddie is? Would she be disgusted if she learned about all of Eddie's fantasies?

How can Eddie trust her?

So... That's what making him run from Marisol. I do think he's making a genuine effort to move on from his old flames - Shannon and Buck.

I mean... Remember Eddie's talk with his tia? Learning that she had been married before, and refusing to even try dating someone else, until her friends dragged her out?

And ultimately this made her move on, meeting someone else. And soon she didn't regret trying again.

So Eddie is trying to move on from Shannon, and Buck.

But can he? Is he?

One thing about Buck's coming out, and the following scene, the talk with Eddie...

Noticed the buddie subtext, and the bisexual subtext of the lines when he talks about Marisol there? About needing to go home.

The "menu" is not the issue. The issue is that he doesn't want to go home, to Marisol. (Lol, there's btw that bicycle again, hanging on the wall behind Eddie's back. Bi subtext!!)

Eddie does desire her. ... He just doesn't love her. And that keeps happening... Because his heart is already taken.

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141 + Val finding out their s/o 'civilian ' is ex-mercenary

I like your writing so far btw keep it up 🤗🤗💖

Here ya go! <3

Notes: I personally don't like the writing I've done here - so I might go back to this, not sure I'll see if people agree with me ^^ Alejandro also gets uh.. pretty angsty- I was in a very angst mood when I decided to write him-

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141 + Val finding out their s/o 'civilian ' is ex-mercenary

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Simon Ghost Riley:

Ghost and you have been dating for quite some time now. You've been through your fair share of ups and downs, but at the end of the day, your love for one another remains strong. Lately, you have been discussing about taking your relationship to the next level. You've even been talking about getting married. But as things start to get more serious between them, you have a secret that you've been keeping from him.

At this point, you know that it's time to come clean. You decide to sit down and talk to Ghost about your past. It's a difficult conversation, but you know that you need to be honest with Ghost if you're ever going to have a healthy relationship.

You take a deep breath and begin to tell Ghost about your time as a mercenary. You explain how you got recruited, the dangerous missions you were tasked with, and why you ultimately decided to leave the life behind. It's a lot for Ghost to take in, and he can tell that you were nervous about sharing all of this with him.

As you finish your story, Ghost takes a moment to process everything you've said. He knows that being a mercenary is a controversial and dangerous profession, and he wants to make sure he fully understands what your involvement in that life meant. He has a lot of questions, but he also reminds himself that your relationship is built on trust and honesty. He knows that this is a chance for you and him to have an open and honest conversation about your pasts and what you want for your shared future together.

Ghost finally speaks up, saying, "I appreciate you sharing all of that with me. It must have been hard for you to talk about, but I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me the truth. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what your past may be. And I hope that we can continue to have honest conversations like this in the future."

You only nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You're grateful that Ghost was so understanding, and accepting.

John Soap MacTavish:

John was a hardened soldier, trained by the SAS and known for his bravery and skill in the field. He was an intense character, focused and determined, with little patience for those who did not share his dedication to duty. John had seen a lot in his life, both in terms of combat and personal experience, and he had developed a very strict moral compass over the years.

His current relationship with you was relatively new, but you both had hit it off right from the start. John was drawn to your wit and charm, and he appreciated your insight into things he had never thought about. You were a civilian, not a soldier, and John was intrigued by this. You were different from the women he had dated before, and he found this refreshing.

But things took a turn when you revealed your secret to John: you had once been a mercenary, and you had participated in some very controversial operations. You told John that you had left that life behind and was now a dedicated civilian.

This revelation was a shock to John. As a soldier, he was well-aware of the reputation that mercenaries had in the military community. He knew that their involvement in illegal activities and their disregard for human life was often seen as a major stain on their character. John's initial reaction was one of skepticism and scrutiny. He wanted to know exactly what you had done as a mercenary, and he wanted to understand why you had left that life behind.

You knew that your past was not something John would take lightly, and you were prepared to face his questions and concerns. You told John everything, from your first operation to your last. You were completely honest, even mentioning some of the darker moments you had experienced during your time as a mercenary. John listened carefully to your story, taking in every detail and thinking about what it all meant.

You had gone through a lot in your life, both as a soldier and as a mercenary, and you came out the other side with grace and humility. Although being honest to John. He felt th need to tell you that he wasn't sure how to feel about your past, but that he was willing to take the time to understand and process it. John was a man of duty, but also a man of compassion. He knew that everyone deserved a chance to make amends for their mistakes, and he wanted to give you that chance.

To your surprise, John told you that he was willing to continue their relationship, despite your past as a mercenary. He told you that he loved you for who you were now, and that he believed in your ability to change and grow. You were grateful for John's understanding, and felt a sense of relief wash over you.

From that day on, John and your relationship deepened and flourished. John respected you for your past, and he understood that it had made you the person you were today. You were also grateful for John's acceptance and support, and felt a sense of comfort knowing that you had a partner who believed in you.

Captain John Price:

Captain Price was no stranger to keeping a level head, but he couldn't deny the sense of irritation that crept into his voice as he confronted the person in front of him. You looked so innocent, so harmless, yet he had just discovered that you were far from it.

"You were a mercenary," Price stated bluntly, unable to hide his surprise. "And I had no idea."

"I didn't think you needed to know.." You replied sheepishly, looking down at the ground.

Price's eyes narrowed as he leaned in closer. "I'm your significant other, and you kept this information from me? Who were you working for? What kind of jobs did you do?"

You looked up at him, a small hint of fear in your eyes. "I don't want to talk about it. It's in the past."

Price wasn't convinced. "You don't just stop being a mercenary. There's always a reason why someone quits. And I want to know yours."

You sighed, realizing there was no escaping the interrogation. "I used to work for a private security company." You finally admitted. "But I got tired of all the violence and death."

Price nodded, his expression softening a bit. "I understand," he said, then added with a hint of sarcasm, "But I bet you were pretty good at your job."

You blushed slightly, remembering all the things you had done in the past. "I guess I was," you admitted reluctantly.

Price stared at you for a moment longer, trying to read your expression and gauge exactly how much of a threat you truly were. He knew that your past as a mercenary could impact your relationship, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to take on that kind of burden.

Finally, he let out a long breath, his eyes softer now. "Okay, let's leave the past in the past. Just promise me you won't go back to that life again."

You nodded silently, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. Price was always so logical and level-headed, and you sometimes felt like you couldn't keep up with him. But in that moment, you realized that you didn't have to be strong and independent all the time. You could lean on him, and he would catch you when you fell.

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

Kyle is a ruthless mercenary with no regard for the consequences of his actions. He's had a reputation for being aggressive and reckless on the battlefield, and was feared by both allies and enemies alike. He thought of the battlefield as a place to unleash his anger and frustration on his enemies, and didn't care about who got in the way of his goals.

But despite his ruthless nature, Kyle also had a softer side, one that he kept hidden from most people. He had a deep desire for a peaceful and stable life, with a family he could call his own. That's why he was so drawn to you, who was everything he dreamed of in a significant other. You were kind, loving, and had a gentle spirit that he found incredibly appealing.

But you had a secret that you kept hidden from Kyle. You were an ex-mercenary who had worked for the same organization as Kyle did in the past, before leaving to pursue a more peaceful life. You were proud of your past and the skills you had learned, but you didn't want to tell Kyle for fear that he would see you as a monster.

However, one day, Kyle accidentally stumbled upon evidence of your past as a mercenary. He was both surprised and intrigued, and couldn't help but admire your skills and abilities as a former mercenary. You were initially reluctant to talk about your past, but Kyle was persistent, and eventually, you opened up and shared some of your experiences with him.

Kyle found your stories fascinating and couldn't help but see you in a different light, as a fierce and capable person who could potentially help him in his own missions. The thought of having a former mercenary by his side was exciting, and he began to envision all the potential benefits that could come from this new knowledge.

But as Kyle began to explore this idea, he also started to worry about what this could mean for their relationship. He recognized that mercenaries were known for being ruthless and unpredictable, and he was unsure how this new knowledge would affect their dynamic as a couple.

He wondered if you had truly left you past behind or if there was still a part of you that craved the thrill and adrenaline of life as a mercenary. He was aware that you were no longer the person you were back then, and that you had left that life behind for a reason, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about your past.

Despite these concerns, Kyle found himself unable to shake off the idea of having a former mercenary by his side. The potential benefits were too appealing, and the thought of having you with him on his missions was exhilarating. He decided to talk to you about his thoughts and concerns, and to his surprise, you were quite understanding and supportive of his concerns.

You admitted to Kyle that you sometimes missed the thrill and adrenaline of life as a mercenary, but that you had learned to control those impulses and was now a completely different person. You reassured him that you had left that life behind for good and that you loved him with all your heart.

Kyle was touched by your words, and he realized that he had always been too caught up in his own thoughts and emotions to truly hear and understand you. He saw that you were not just a former mercenary, but a complex and multifaceted individual with your own hopes, dreams, and emotions.

Alejandro Vargas:

"You're kidding, right?" Alejandro's voice was rough and raspy, laced with a mix of disbelief and anger as his face contorted into a scowl. "An ex-merc?"

He took a step back, his eyes narrowing, his mind racing with questions as he tried to reconcile the sweet, kind person he thought he knew with this shocking revelation. The betrayal was palpable, and he could feel the tension in the air, the weight of the words hanging heavy between them.

This person, who he had trusted implicitly, who he had shared his life with, had been keeping a secret, a secret that threatened to tear apart everything he thought he knew about you. Anger and betrayal warred with confusion and hurt, and he felt a fierce protectiveness rising within him.

His hands curled into fists at his sides, and he tried to temper his emotions, to keep a cool head and not let his anger get the best of him. But the anger was hot, like a fire burning within, and it was hard to control.

"I trusted you," he muttered, his voice low and hoarse, "I trusted you, and you've been lying to me this whole time." The words were like a knife, sharp and stinging, and he felt a twinge of guilt at your cruelty.

But it was too late for regrets, too late to take back the things he had said. The hurt was too deep, the pain too real, and he found himself unable to contain his anger any longer. He turned away with a shudder, unable to bear to look at you, unable to bear the sight of the person he thought he knew so well, the person who had betrayed him in such a profound way.

He stood in silence for a moment, his mind racing, torn between a fierce protectiveness and a deep-seated anger. Finally, he found his voice again, and his words were softer, but no less heartfelt.

He wanted to lash out, to yell, to scream, but he forced himself to remain calm, to speak rationally, even though his heart was in turmoil. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, trying to find the words to express the depth of his betrayal and hurt.

The tension hung in the air between them, each word a knife, each word digging deeper and deeper into the other's heart. He wanted to rage, to scream, to let out the hurt and pain and anger that was choking him, but he couldn't. He couldn't let you see how much it hurt, how much it had hurt him to find out the truth.

His voice was softer now, softer than he meant it to be, softer than he wanted it to be. He wanted you to see, to feel, the depth of his pain, but he couldn't bear to let it all out, to let you see the hurt in his eyes, the pain in his heart.

"I can't trust you now," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to trust you now."

The words hung heavy in the air, the weight of the betrayal, of the lies, a burden that neither of them could bear. The hurt was written on your face, in your eyes, but he couldn't look at you, couldn't face the truth of what you had done.

The silence stretched on, a heavy weight pressing down on both of them, a silent confession of the damage that had been done, of the trust that had been broken. He knew there would be no coming back from this, no way to fix what had been broken, no way to repair the damage that had been done.

The pain was like a slow burn in his chest, and he felt a lump forming in his throat, but he forced it down, forced himself to be strong, to be calm, to be everything you needed him to be.

Finally, he found his voice again, his words measured, as if he was walking on eggshells. "I need some time to think," he said, his voice low, barely above a whisper. "I need some time to figure out what this means."

You nodded, your eyes downcast, your own words silent as you grappled with the magnitude of what you had done, with the pain you had caused. They stood there, in silence, for what felt like an eternity, each of them lost in their own thoughts, each of them grappling with the weight of the betrayal, of the lies, of the broken trust.

Valeria Garzas:

Valeria and her significant other, you, have been dating for several months. Valeria is a devoted humanitarian, working for a non-profit organization that provides aid to war-torn regions. you, on the other hand, are an ex-mercenary who has completed several violent contracts in the past.

One day, you decide to share your past with Valeria, feeling that you owe her honesty and transparency in your relationship. When Valeria hears the news, she's shocked and overwhelmed with emotion. She feels betrayed and lied to, as you had never mentioned your past before. She also feels a sense of fear and anxiety, wondering if your past could put them or their family in danger.

Valeria needs time to process and come to terms with this information. She may need to have difficult and honest conversations with you about your past, such as the reasons you became a mercenary and the specifics of your work. She may also need to consider how this information could impact their relationship and the future they may have together.

The first conversation between Valeria and you may be filled with tension and awkwardness, as neither of them know how to approach the subject. Valeria interrogates you to explain your past in detail, including why you became a mercenary and what your work entailed. You felt uncomfortable and ashamed, but you also know that you need to be open and honest with Valeria.

As the interrogation progresses, Valeria gains a better understanding of your past and how shaped you into the person you were today. You talked about your experiences and how they still impact you, both emotionally and psychologically.

Through these conversations, Valeria eventually comes to realization that your past does not define you, and that you are a person with a hard past. She understands that your past experiences have made you who you were today, and that you are still the person she has grown to love.

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