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obsolescent · 8 months

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bad idea right?

Pairing: Fuckboy!Leon S. Kennedy x AFAB!GN!Reader

Author’s Note: This wouldn’t leave my head until I got it out!! Giggling, kicking my feet writing this up. I don’t know if I made him fuckboy-ish enough but, lol. This got really nasty then really sappy. Enjoy!

Song: bad idea right? By Olivia Rodrigo

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex, squirting, Leon’s cocky ass mouth, trans Leon, no gendered language for reader, edging, orgasm denial, confessed feelings.

Words: 3,258

“Haven't heard from you in a couple of months But I'm out right now, and I'm all fucked up And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone And I'm sensin' some undertone”

Getting trashed with your friends has become a weekly occurrence, going out bar hopping and dancing the night away. It’s the usual Friday night, taking shots in between your horribly inaccurate throws at the dartboard with your darts, sending you and your friends into a laughing fit. After finishing your turn, you ungracefully plop down onto a bar stool, pulling out your phone.

The screen lights up and you’re met with a missed call from your ex, Leon. ‘What does he want?’ Seeing a voicemail was left, you stand up and let your friends know you’re stepping outside for some air. Opening the back door into an alley, the brisk autumn air sending a chill through your body. Clicking on the voicemail, you let it play.

There’s some rustling on his end of the line, “Hey,” He starts, slurring his greeting, “What’re you up to tonight? Settled into my new place…Not too far from those bars you and your friends go to,” He knows? Like he can hear your thoughts, he lets out an airy chuckle, “Come over…Been thinkin’ ‘bout you...Missin’ you. Sent the address.” The recording ends there. Obviously drunk himself, yet that huskiness of his voice that always sent tingles through your being is present. He knows what it does to you, even after everything.

“And I'm right here with all my friends But you're sendin' me your new address And I know we're done, I know we're through But, God, when I look at you”

You bite your lip, contemplating. The way things ended between you two wasn’t that bad…He’s just an asshole! His antics drove you up the wall. The shit he would get into with his friends, that damn mouth on him. But, oh, he was so sweet when he wasn’t being a little shit. Crinkling his beautiful blues, cocking his head, that grin. Whispering the sweetest words in your ear, syrup dripping from his lips. Coating your senses and setting your body aflame.

The way he could work your body…Fuck. You don’t think you’ll ever find someone as good as him. The past couple months have been achingly empty for you, in so many ways. Your body yearning for his touch, it begging, one more time, please just one more. Your teeth bite into your fist, trying to rein in your hormones and your thoughts. You know it’s a losing battle, especially with your inebriated mind.

“My brain goes, "Ah" Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts) Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah) Should probably not I should probably, probably not I should probably, probably not”

Feeling fuzzy, your body warming up at the thought of his hands on you again. ‘He invited you! He wanted to show you his new place, you can’t be rude and turn that down. It’ll be okay, come on! You can just be friends now, there’s no harm in that.’ Your brain jumps through hoops trying to sway your answer.

“Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine”

You take a deep breath and walk back inside. Your friends are sitting at a table now, munching on appetizers and sipping away. You tell them you aren’t feeling good, that you’re going to go home and go to bed. Wishing you well and to be safe, their sentences blending together. You take your leave and head to the front, pulling out your phone to get a ride to Leon’s new place. It doesn’t take long for the car to show up, and once inside the car pulls away from the sidewalk, heading to your undoing.

“Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans I know I should stop–but I can't And I told my friends I was asleep But I never said where or in whose sheets”

You don’t let him know you’re coming, in case you change your mind. ‘You won’t,’ Your mind hisses, ‘You need this too bad. It’ll be this one time and you can get it, and him, out of your system,’ Your mind is still persuading you, even as the buildings fly past and the streetlights blur across the window, ever getting closer to him.

The car reaches its destination, you thank the driver and step out to an apartment complex. Taking the stairs instead of the elevator, you give yourself a once over while you make your trek to the second floor. Taking the smallest steps, you finally make it to his door. Deep breath in, exhale, you knock.

“And I pull up to your place, on the second floor And you're standin', smiling at the door And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men But I really can't remember when”

Faint shuffling is heard before the door is opened, and there he is. Propped against the frame, taking up the majority of the space with his broadness. Shirtless, with gray sweats that hang dangerously low on his hips, that crooked smirk is plastered on his face. It soon turns into a grin as his eyes make his way up your body, flushing your entire system with want.

He sighs, cocking his head. His blond fringe falls away from his face. “Knew you’d come.” He steps aside and ushers you in, locking the door behind you while you remove your shoes and put down your belongings. The new place is quite nice, Leon having already unpacked everything, the kitchen and living room looking immaculate. The thing about Leon, is that he may seem like a douche on the outside, acting like he doesn’t care about anything, but he’s quite the perfectionist. What you lo–liked about him, how meticulous he was about things, small stuff that you didn’t think he’d notice.

Which makes it all the more frustrating for you. His outwardly behavior doesn’t make–You snap back from your thoughts when you feel him brush against you from behind, his body’s warmth seeping into your system. “Like it so far?” He whispers, bending down to your ear, his breath disturbing pieces of your hair. This close, he smells faintly of vodka and his signature scent, the fragrance washing over your senses. God, you missed him.

“Yeah, i-it looks great. You’ve always had an eye for decor,” You get out, tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. He hums, placing his hands on either of your upper arms. His fingers gripping softly, skin tingling around his palms. “Thanks. Let me give you a tour, yeah? You haven’t seen the best part yet,” He chuckles and steers you into the living room, seeming like he’s actually going to take you throughout the place.

He directs you to stand in front of the couch.

It’s the same one he had at his old apartment. A black leather sofa with solid wood legs, the contrasting colors make it pop. It had always been pretty comfortable, you could see why he wouldn’t get rid of it. “Remember this couch?” He asks, lightly squeezing your arms. You hum and nod, not sure where he’s going with this. He leans down, grazing his lips against the shell of your ear. You can hear the grin in his words as he says, “Remember when I made you squirt so much that it was dripping off the sides?”

The fire that erupts in your body scorches throughout. Like he flipped a switch with his words, your nipples harden, feeling wetness run out of you. You make a noise in the back of your throat while he moves his hands from your arms. One lowering to grip your waist, the other moving higher, to your throat. A firm hold, he adds no pressure. It sits there, possessively.

He guides your head back, tilting it so you can meet his eyes. Cerulean half-lidded, grin still spread across his face with satisfaction at your body’s response. Tipping his head forward, lips brushing. “You’ve needed me so bad, huh? Must’ve been so hard these past couple months without me fucking you.” You whimper, eyes fluttering closed. He tightens his grip on your throat.

“Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine”

“Look at me,” He commands, your eyes once again trained on his face. “So good, you could always follow directions so well.” “Please,” You plead, beginning to tremble. “Oh? Something you want? You know how to ask, or is that brain of yours already turned to mush?” He’s taunting you, you don’t even fucking care. “N-need you to touch me, so bad,” You whisper, lips parted. You lean up on your tiptoes to try to close the distance between your lips, but he pulls away.

He tuts, “Why don’t we start with you getting on your knees for me, then I’ll think about touching you, hm?” He pats your cheek with his hand. You turn towards him and immediately sink to the floor, knees hitting the rug a bit too fast, causing a bit of burn. Ignoring it to grab at his sweats, you begin pulling them down. “Goddamn, baby. If I knew you would get on your knees this quick, I would’ve called sooner.” Ignoring him, you work on his briefs next, joining the pants around his ankles.

Fully exposed to you, your eyes rake up his sculpted physique. Having looked like he was carved out of marble, freckles and moles scattered about his body, his chest scars faintly contrasting with his skin. “Admiring the view? Me too,” He props his hands on his hips, smirking down at you. You think if you rolled your eyes any harder they’d pop out of their sockets.

You look up at him, a smirk pulling at your features. He narrows his eyes. “What’s that look ab–oh fuck!” He yells out, hands shooting from his hips to entangle in your hair, having latched your mouth to his T-cock without warning. It jumps in your mouth and you quickly set to work on sucking, moving your head back and forth, hands gripping his thighs.

You set a ruinous pace, giving him a taste of his own medicine. You glance up to see his head thrown back and eyes closed, biting his lip to unsuccessfully stifle his whines. Your hand trails up closer to his cunt, fingers dipping into the wetness that’s accumulated. You slide one inside easily, immediately curling it and setting its pace to match your mouth.

He gasps out, body hunched over yours now, the grip he has on your hair tightens, a slight sting to it. “Ugh, God, baby don’t stop it feels so good, uh, yeah, you make me feel so fucking good,” That mouth of his never knows when to shut up, especially during sex. His babbles continue, his hips now meeting your mouth, thrusting into your warmth. You glide your tongue over his hardened clit, nose bumping into it while dipping down into his hole, tasting more of him. You love the way he tastes, eyes falling shut, savoring.

Leon’s body begins to tremble, a sign that he’s close. You latch your mouth back into place over his growth while you slide another finger inside, ramping up the pace. “FUCK, God! Don’t stop, I’m so goddamn close, baby. Feels so good, make me feel so good, love that fucking mouth,” continuous stream of words pouring from his mouth now, making you dizzy from the praise.

Feeling his beginning release splashing against you, you move your hand up to his lower abdomen and press down. Cock pulsing in your mouth while he squirts, soaking you and your clothes. They’ll surely be a noise complaint from the scream he produced as he hit his peak. You remove your mouth from him with a pop and lean back, loving the fucked out expression his face.

“God. I needed that,” He murmurs, his hands now soothingly running through your hair. You hum, reaching to peel off your ruined clothing. “That’s a good look for you, babe.” It never stops with him. Shooting him a glare, you stand up and pull your bottoms down, stepping out of them. You pull your shirt off next, throwing it against his chest. It meets skin with a satisfying splat. “Ugh, why’d you do that for?” He grumbles, tossing it to the ground.

“You and that goddamn mouth,” You spat, shoving your underwear down to your feet. “Whatever, you fucking love it.” He says, watching your movements with a starved look. Now fully naked, you turn toward him and catch his stare. You grin, “Admiring the view?” You repeat his own words to him, his eyes darting up to catch your amused look. Without answering, he stalks forward and you’re suddenly lifted into the air, a squeal leaving your throat.

Wrapping your legs around his waist to anchor yourself, latching your arms around his neck, he carries you into his bedroom. Tossing you onto the bed with an ‘oof’ leaving you, he opens his night stand and sets a few items to the side. “I’ve been thinking,” He starts, coming back to you and grabbing the back of your knees, pulling your legs apart. “About this since you walked out of my door two months ago. Been craving your pussy like a fucking drug.” He sinks to his knees.

“Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? "I only see him as a friend," the biggest lie I ever said Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed”

“Now, you’re going to keep those legs spread for me while I eat you out, and you ain’t cumming until I tell you to.” He spits on your cunt. He watches it drip down your clit, jumping at the contact, swollen from arousal. “Fuck, no, come on Leon,” You beg, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. You open your mouth to plead some more when he lunges forward and licks a trail up from your hole to then suck your clit into his mouth.

You gasp, falling back against the sheets and he takes his fill, the noises of your wet pussy filling the empty space. You whimper, holding yourself back, but his fucking mouth. On a particular hard suck, your body spasms and you squirt, wetting Leon’s chin. He pulls away, narrowing his eyes. “What did I tell you?” He asks, pushing two fingers into your trembling hole. “I-I didn’t–fuck–cum!” You gasp out, his finger unrelenting. “No squirting either, or can you not follow directions, huh?” He goads. You huff, letting your head fall back to the bed once more. “Can’t help that it f-feels so good–ah–” Your back arches when he hits a particular spot inside you.

This isn’t what you were expecting from Leon’s call, thinking it would be a quickie, it soon evolving into what seems like an all night fuck session. You would have those every once in a while, his stamina seemingly lasting for hours. You were not prepared for it, but you’re not complaining, either.

His mouth returns to you, lapping up your juices, slurping as he goes. You groan at the sensation, gripping the sheets. “Favorite fucking meal,” His babbling coming back, pussy drunk. You tense up, fighting off the waves of pleasure and bite your lip, taking deep breaths. He must notice, as he pulls up for a breath he asks, “Aw, poor thing. Bet you’re wanting to just gush on my face, huh?” You whimper, “Leon, please. I’ve been so good, let me cum,” You’re close to tears, willing to tell him anything if he allows you to finish.

He hums, contemplating, rubbing his thumb against your clit, it throbbing against his finger. “Tell me how much you missed me, how badly you needed me these past couple months.” You tense, your brain in a frenzy trying to form a sentence. You did miss him. Missed his cocky smile, his corny jokes and his softer side he showed only to you. Your brain conjured up something you didn’t proofread before it left your mouth, saying, “I love you.”

Leon stills. His movements paused over your overly sensitive area, watching your face. “You…What?” Unbeknownst to you, his widened eyes shimmering with emotion, you hastily try to backtrack. “I-I didn’t mean to say that, not what I meant to say,” You get out, pulling yourself up on your elbows. “I didn’t mean to make this awkward, I’m sorry, Le–AH” You yell out, your lower body getting grabbed and dragged even further off the edge of the bed, Leon starting again with renewed vigor.

“F-fuck, Leon! Oh God, I c-can’t hold back anymore, gonna cum,” You wail out, hands reaching down to pull at his silky strands. He groans against you, “Cum for me, baby, come on. Make a mess all over my fucking face,” He growls out, unrelenting. Your hips buck up to meet his suckling, fingers squelching in and out of you. Keening, you reach your orgasm. Chanting his name as you quiver against his head, your release running down his face and chest. He groans, letting you ride it out. Rutting into his mouth, his jumbled words indecipherable to your blissed out mind.

Laying limp against the sheets, Leon finally pulls away, eyes raking over your body, taking in every detail he can. He maneuvers your body to lay your head against the pillows, climbing into bed himself. He engulfs your frame, burying his face into your neck.

“Did you mean it?” His ask is muffled by his face’s position against you. You bring your hands up, running one up and down his back while the other cards through his hair. You take a breath before responding. “Yeah, I did,” Turning your face, your confirmation whispered against his head. His grip tightens, a noise bubbling up from his throat.

“Do you…Love me too?” You ask, the air around you two seemingly waiting with anticipation. He moves his head against you, nodding. A smile adorns your face. You kiss the top of his head, letting him continue to latch onto you. He shifts, clearing his throat and pulling the blankets over your bodies. You’re now turned away from him, with him spooning you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you closer. He buries his face into your hair, “Do you, you know. Want to try again?” His voice is quiet, muffled still.

“Yeah, I would,” You smile, squeezing one of his forearms. “Cool,” He says, his grip tightening. Emotional constipation aside, It’s moments like these where you forget why you left to begin with. These moments you cherished with Leon after being so vulnerable. The way his voice softened and became shy, how he would hold you close. Maybe, after your confession, it would change things, maybe.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Tags: @neondogs, tagging since I finished it before I sent you the excerpt 😭

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asuyaka · 6 months

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Omg I loved ur dazai x male reader whose rich, could I request something similar but it's Ranp instead? Please ignore this if your requests aren't open or smth 😊😅

★ - 's okay !! 'm reqs are open s' you can req as much as you want!! :3

☆ - Edogawa Ranpo x GN! Reader — can be read as Male reader!!

You were busy working, making small talk with Atsushi from time to time if you were confused about something or you got tired of looking at a white screen and black letters for hours on end.

In truth, you were waiting for the small, very tiny present you got Ranpo for his birthday to arrive. You already did everything in the morning, wake him up with breakfast in bed— pancakes with chocolate chips and a shit ton of syrup— buy him every single thing he wanted at a candy store and take him on a small date to get mochi from a hand-made small business you enjoyed going to as a kid.

Ranpo is busy doing what he always does. Lazying around and eating candy. Though, Kunikida doesn't bother him because Ranpo has 'birthday privileges', whatever that means.

You glance at the time. It should've arrived an hour ago, but you didn't get a notification. Sighing dejectedly, you save the file you were working on and grab your coat.

"Heyyy! Are you going somewhere?" Ranpo yells from his seat. If the overflowing trash can full of snack wrappers says anything, it's that he's run out of food. Already.

"You only think of me as snack supply, don't you?" You roll your eyes in feigning annoyance, letting your boyfriend koala hug your back as you have goodbye to the remaining ADA members.

"Where are we going?" Ranpo asks, adjusting his position so his cheek is pressing against yours, his arms stretched out so his elbows are pressed against your shoulder.

You wave goodbye to Naomi, the soft breeze hitting your skin relaxes you in a way. "You followed me without knowing where I was going?"

Ranpo huffs. "Yeah! I'm not gonna spend my time in that boring office! The director is busy today so I can't annoy him."

Your phone buzzes and you look down at the notification. It's Atsushi, with a picture of a stuffed animal almost twice his size. You groan. Of course it arrived when you left— of course it did.

"Somethin' wrong?" Ranpo asks as he shifts up, pulling your body along with him.

"No, everything is great." You mutter as you stuff your phone back in your pocket.

"Don't you use super deduction on me either." You add, causing Ranpo to groan. "I wanna know what made you so mad! C'monnnn!!! Please?"

"No, Ranpo. It'll ruin it." You walk into the local convenience store and grab a trolley. Sure, you get weird stares but you're used to that. It isn't the regular convenience store you go to, the people who work there are used to you and Ranpo's antics but these people aren't. You two are less than bothered as Ranpo gets three of every snack in the entire store.

The total is pricey, 11,373 yen but it barely makes a dent in your bank account.

Ranpo peppers your cheek with kisses, occasionally asking you if you wanted some to eat. You politely declined. It was his birthday after all, and you wanted him to have anything he wanted.

He always said it was perks of having a rich partner, but you didn't mind. You know he loved you for you, not just your money.

Walking back to the ADA with bags upon bags of snacks in your hands, you hope the snacks are enough to keep Ranpo busy. With a soft smile, you walk past Naomi, ride the elevator up to the offices, and open the door.

"I don't wanna—" Ranpo stops himself when he sees the massive, fucking gigantic stuffed bear that replaces his chair. He jumps off your back, stuffing the last Oreo in his mouth as he examines it.

It's twice his size with a note on the side of it.

Dazai, who's beside you, whines dramatically about when he's going to get a partner who buys weird sappy shit like what you do for Ranpo.

"I love you sososososo much!!" Ranpo runs up and hugs you causing you to stumble a bit. He peppers your cheek with kisses and goes on and on about how he's going to tell his dad—he means the director, he always does when he mentions his father— and how he's going to marry you.

"Ewww, I hate happy couples." Dazai gags and Kunikida makes a fuss about you using Ranpo's birthday privilages to escape work.

You press a kiss on Ranpo's lips, putting his snacks by his stuffed toy with a warm smile.

You truly do love him, great infamous detective or not.

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daniigh0ul · 4 months

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— #simblr gratitude day

dear simblr community,

hello! i'm going to be sappy. i just want to say that i really enjoy this corner of tumblr, and i look forward to reading everyone’s stories, seeing pretty screenshots, laughing at jokes only simmers would make, and the kindness i’ve seen extended from the people i follow and have had the pleasure of being mutuals with. and, modders, i didn’t forget you!! thank you for making this game better where it needs to be! this is a general post, because i want everyone to feel included today! consider yourself tagged, because you are. ❣️ (heart emoji)

to the storytellers: hi, there are so many stories on here that inspire me to be a better storyteller. whether it’s the people i’ve talked to about writing, plot, or character development, or lurking afar during a sleepless night while going through someone’s backlog, or seeing the cool and fun ways we use the video game(!) medium to tell stories, i appreciate every single one of you. whether the story is slice-of-life, fantasy, royalty, or something i haven’t discovered yet, i’m glad you’re telling your story/stories. and if i haven’t read your story yet, i will soon!!

to the funny simblrs: thank you for keeping this place alive with laughter. seriously the amount of times silly jokes have crossed my dashboard that made my day brighter are countless. whether we joke about the game’s numerous bugs and glitches, references to townies we love to hate (or hate to love), or things that are simblr specific, i appreciate you.

to the casual players:

y’all are stronger than me!! if you play vanilla, vanilla-lite, or modded and are happy to play through legacy and bachelor challenges, or share your sims for the sheer joy of sharing your sims, you are a pillar in this community! you keep this place collaborative and fun! please keep sharing your gameplay!

to the blender users (+ pretty picture people):

hi i adore your work. the use of lighting and composition and posing and all of the things you learned to make visuals for my eyes to feast upon? thank you!!! these are all things i’m still learning to do, so i really do love seeing it on my dash so i can take notes. keep posting them!!

to the modders: hi! thank you for making free recolors, free poses, free builds, free meshes, etc. made available to keep this hobby alive!! some of my favorite cc i have ever downloaded has been really niche cc—so if you’ve been doubting making that jester cc set or trash bag dress please do it. obviously, my examples are very silly but i’m being genuine!! i am a cc hoarding dragon and my collection is forever-growing, so continue making pretty things for my sims to wear, useful things to shove into lots, and poses to make my story-telling hobby a smidge easier thank you !!

okay, sappy time is over!! it’s impossible for me to know every single one of you, but to everyone i do know (or have chatted with, or am mutuals with, etc) you have been a fun and positive place for me to hang out online which is so rare in this age of the internet. keep doing that. and to anyone i don’t know yet, don’t be shy!! even if it’s not to me, the best way to become apart of this community is to engage in it—whether it’s sending an ask, replying to someone’s post, or joining a discord server! i promise you will have fun here!

<3 ok bye

#simblr gratitude day #heart emojis all around

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justanotherrpmeme · 5 months

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Guilty Pleasures starters

"Ugh, I can't believe I'm watching this trash again. Don't you dare tell anyone!" "Okay, I might have a soft spot for cheesy romantic comedies. Just don't spread it around, alright?" "This show is my guilty pleasure. I know it's ridiculous, but I can't stop watching." "I'm only reading this for the plot, not because I secretly enjoy sappy love stories. Got it?" "What? No, I wasn't singing along to that song. You must be hearing things." "I stumbled upon this reality TV show, and now I can't stop binge-watching." "Why do you care what I'm reading? It's not like I enjoy this kind of stuff…" "I may or may not have a hidden stash. Don't judge me."

[CHANNEL] The sender panics and quickly changes the TV channel when someone walks in. [TAB] The sender abruptly closes a browser tab when the receiver approaches, hiding their online guilty pleasure. [BOOK] The sender shields the cover of a book they're reading, hoping no one sees the cheesy romance novel. [EARBUD] The sender's guilty pleasure song comes on, and they hastily pull out their earbuds to avoid embarrassment. [SNACKING] The sender sneakily eats their guilty pleasure snacks, disguising them as something healthier. [SHUSHING] The sender urges the receiver to keep quiet about their guilty pleasure while glancing around nervously. [GAME] The sender swiftly switches the video game on their screen as someone walks into the room. [LOCKED] The sender rushes to lock their computer or phone when someone approaches, hiding their guilty pleasure activities. [DISMISSIVE] The sender laughs off a comment about their guilty pleasure, pretending it's just a joke. [SECRET] The sender catches themselves dancing to their guilty pleasure song and quickly stops when they notice someone watching.

#rp ask #starter meme #rp starter #sentence meme #rp meme

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bettyfrommars · 11 months

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betty! the last asked mentioned how Eddie is very much a hoe (respectfully) and I remember Erica telling reader how he’s always been good to her, and I know Eddie doesn’t treat his lady of the nights terribly (besides charlene now) but you see most of the time in those situations it’s strictly pump, dump, goodbye! so what does she mean by “good” to her? like he’s nice during the deed and doesn’t kick her out after or? I know no one spends the night but does he let them kind of hold him for a bit until it’s awkward? or is it never awkward bc he is so tight knit with who he keeps as a regular? I know charlene also said her and eddie had something “special” I know she’s delusional but does eddie have some feeling for his past affairs before reader? I know he’s also still scarred from his last relationship and he loves intimacy from what it seems, so does he like seek connection when he has sex?

also i’m sorry if this is scattered or word vomit ): I adore the series so much!!! I just want to crack him open and learn him omg. Also the need to nurture that man dear lord 😮‍💨

Oh absolute respect to all the hoes, I am also one. I love getting asks about this story so much you don't even know 😭 Okay, so, Erica

first. Sadly, I don't think Erica has had many encounters with men who treat women with respect or give a second thought to their pleasure. Eddie always makes pleasing his sexual partners a priority, even if he doesn't love them. Also, Erica's been around for a while, and I'm sure there is a part of him that does care about her. He's probably protected her at times, made sure she was comfortable, asked if she got home safely: very baseline things that have been thus far missing in her life. I think she is also quite a bit younger than him (early 20's) both in age and maturity, so a connection was never made on his end.

CHARLENE gah! She is delusional, but the wild part is, when I first imagined her character, Eddie really did like her, and they had a full-fledged relationship going on. He wasn't in love with her, but after how neglected he was as a kid, being made fun of for being poor, and then being discarded like trash by his ex---his self-esteem was in the dumps. Then here comes this wealthy, beautiful, older woman (Eddie is early 30's and she is mid-40's) and she's buying him things and begging for his cock, and giving him all the attention he rightfully deserves (manipulation, if it's coming from her) and it really made him feel good. We all know that Eddie is very possessive of his woman when he's in love (or falling in love) so the fact that he was okay with Charlene already being married tells us that he wasn't in TOO deep.

It might sound silly, but Eddie never held Charlene's hand or left origami notes on her car, I can tell you that much. Sure as hell would've never introduced her to Oliver. There is this really soft, adoring, sweet side of Eddie that he shows when he is all in and he's been told before that he's too sappy and smothering, but he's been dying to be that way with someone again.

Omg, this is so long 🙃 But his main love language is physical touch (along with acts of service) and that's why he has to be touching reader every chance he gets. When we finally get to the actual intercourse in this series (after a long list of story line cock blocks) I know it will be so achingly sweet and intense, with lots of filthy dirty talk, and I think reader will surprise him 👉👈

#I'm on fire

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purplesimmer455 · 6 months

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The dinner party started, and Grace and Iseul arrived. Cam and her parents greeted the two of them before they sat down and started talking. It was a bit awkward at first and Grace was a little shy but she opened up and talked to Min Jun, Paenji, and Cam.

Cam's eyes lit up when Grace mentioned the lab she works at has a robotics department. "We have tours a few times a month, so I can put you as my free guest for the next available one." Cam grinned. "That'd be amazing, thanks Grace." Grace smiled. "No problem. Issy told me about your interest in robotics and engineering and I think it's great." She said, and Iseul gave Grace what Cam thought was a sappy but sweet look. It made Cam happy to see her auntie happy, especially since she knew it had been hard for her to see her ex Megan again after so long.

Grace had to head back to her apartment to check on her dog Mellie. She thanked Paenji and Min Jun for having her and said she'd had a great time and hugged them and kissed Iseul's cheek before leaving. Then Iseul chatted with her brother and sister-in-law and Cam took out the trash. She stopped by a leaf pile to play in it and hear the leaves crunch and took a photo for Piper, who was at a big family gathering at her great grandparents Paolo and Ava's house along with her moms and brother, grandmas, aunties Hailey and Tuyên, and uncle Carson. "Nature's ASMR." She added jokingly and Piper sent back a laugh emoji and a photo of a dessert, adding. "My bisnonno (great grandpa) made tiramisu and it looks so good." Cam smiled and texted. "Okay, now I'm jealous and want tiramisu." Piper sent back, "I'll ask him for his recipe and make you some." And Cam replied back. "I can't wait for that, and to see you again. I haven't kissed you since Wednesday afternoon and it feels like forever." Piper sent back. "Same here, but I'll see you Saturday or Sunday hopefully. Okay I've got to go spend time with my family. Love you, Cam, bye 💘." Cam smiled. "Bye, love you too, Pipes 💞." She sent back. She tucked her phone back into her jeans pocket and walked back home.

Meanwhile, Iseul goofed around with her sister-in-law. "Grace is so amazing." Paenji said, smiling. "So why is she dating you again?" She teased lovingly, scrunching her face in a dramatic thinking expression. "Haha." Iseul said, but smiled too. "Jokes aside though, Is, Min Jun and I really like her. She's lovely and I like the way she makes you happy." Iseul blushed. "Yeah, Grace is beautiful and sweet and she makes these dry humor jokes I love and she goes from like sweet and nerdy to cursing like a Simlish sailor. We're taking it slow, and I want to be serious with her eventually, but there’s no rush." Paenji grinned. "Oh Is, that's great. You're like a sister to me and seeing you happy makes me happy." Iseul smiled and tried not to get too sappy or teary eyed. "You're like a sister to me too, and thanks P." Iseul said, hugging Paenji.

#ts4 #mysims #Kang Min Jun #Kang Paenji #Grace Siddiqui #Iseul Kang #Cameron Kang

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xler0 · 9 months

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I FINALLY HAVE THE CHANCE TO WATCH NOBITA'S SKY UTOPIA

I'm going to go ON A RANT BELOW SO OFC SPOILERS AHEAD

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL I NEED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD

SONYA

SONYAAAAAAAAA

WORST DESIGN OF A NEW CHARACTER YET HE LOOKS CURSED AAAAAAAA

it's like they can't commit on a new art style. They tried to emulate doraemon's design because he's a cat robot from the same century as him BUT THEY ALSO WANT TO MAKE HIM LOOK ATTRACTIVE BY FORCING THE NEWER ARTSTYLE (like the one used for Luca in Nobita's Chronicle of the Moon). The same artstyle can also be seen in the three sages but they can just say they are supposed to be beautiful and they emulate adults (ive seen that the adult characters other than the one from original doraemon are drawn differently since 2019 ish maybe) BUT AT LEAST IT LOOKED... NOT AS CURSED AS SONYAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. PRODUCER PLEASE JUST STICK TO ONE ARTSTYLE AND COMMIT TO IT. I CANT BEAR LOOKING AT HOW WEIRD SONYA BE LOOKING IN SOME FRAMES.

AND THIS IS A GENERAL COMPLAINT BUT EVER SINCE THE 2019 MOVIE THEY'VE GONE FURTHER AWAY FROM THE ORIGINAL ART STYLE VISION AND IM??? KINDA FURIOUS ABT IT???? IT DOESNT SCREAM DORAEMON ANY MORE YOU KNOW??? I KNOW YOU WANT TO MAKE THEM MORE MARKETABLE AND GOOD LOOKING BUT- NOOO???? PLS NO????

okay now that's out of the way let's talk about the plot.

I FUCKING LOVE THE PLOT. It's giving midsommar. It's giving the tip of the iceberg of how easy it is to fall into a cult trap and become a cultist. Usually if fujiko fujio wrote this they'll make it seem like the paradapia creator is the one in the right (bcs honestly fujiko fujio kinda gives off eco fascist stink. i've talked abt this before). So I'm glad that from the start they are already portrayed as an ominous community that seemed to be hiding something more. They tried to make it seemed like that paradapia creator is also suffering that's why he needed to make paradapia but i think bcs of the run time they did not really flesh out the reason and other things are happening so there's no room left for sympathy towards dr ray, and i LOVE THAT. No need for any sappy sad backstory for a fascist villain i'd say, no matter how important he thought his reasons are lol go die in jail. Oh. Yea the run time. For the first half it was paced very nicely. Paradapia started to look even more unsettling with ominous shots and dialogs. However for the last half of the movie it become completely rushed. The rebel characters (Hannah and Marimba) was used as walking lore dump for the audience to understand how paradapia became to be instead of showing more things that make them seemed different. I guess it's because they ran out of run time (the movie was only 1 hr 47 min). Not much scene to be emotional with. When a thing happen it quickly jumps into another thing, not letting the audience to cry much bcs?? SO MUCH SHIT IS HAPPENING??? Nobita become the last piece of the paradapia project (literally why? never explained) somehow a whole island can fit into a plastic bag (why designed the trash bag as a plastic bag anyway? there's already and existing gadget for that), sonya died, sonya didn't die, oit there's dr ray getting surrounded, end scene? There's not even much of chase scene. Not even a chase scene with the big bad villain happening. They've used it for Marimba's scene (the action scene in this one was... let's say they definitely blew more budget here), and a chase between sonya nobita doraemon and marimba through the time hole. OH AND LET'S TALK ABOUT THE CHASE SCENE WITH SONYA BECAUSE-

THIS SCENE HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD. for almost the rest of the movie there's going to be ambient music btw (weird choice but ok). and when important scenes happen the music will stop, dead silence. only the important characters talk and their voice is going to be crisp and loud. this scene started cheesy, the usual doraemon tells sonya he has a heart too and in this scene he'll started to get swayed and then when he was about to lower his gun- BAM THE THREE SAGES THREATEN SONYA THEY'LL DISPOSE HIM AND MAKE HIM NOT PERFECT ANYMORE AND THEN LIKE A PAVLOVIAN CONDITIONING HE INSTANTLY PULLED THE TRIGGER AND SHOT DORAEMON AND NOBITA DOWN LIKE BROOOO??!?!?!? I cant explain it any better it's truly an experience IT'S SO HEART WRENCHING GHRHHHHHHGRRRRR I LOVE THIS ONE SCENE THE MOST

AND WHAT I HAVE THE MOST PROBLEM WITH IS-

why is he not in more scenes?- No. In fact, WHY IS HE JUST NOT BECOME ONE OF THE MAIN CAST THIS TIME?

Bro this movie is literally about being HIM. Nobita kept whining and wishing "man i'm soon gonna become like Dekisugi" FOR ALMOST THE ENTIRETY OF THE FIRST HALF. THAT'S HOW SELF CONSCIOUS THE WRITERS ARE WHILE WRITING THE STORY. BECAUSE. THIS. IS. ABOUT. BEING. PERFECT. SCHOOLBOY. LIKE DEKISUGI. FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK WE WERE ROBBED IMAGINE THE PROBABILITIES. And if the director said they dont want dekisugi to finish the problem quickly, trust me he cannot. He's a child who doesnt know much regarding doraemon's gadget and the villain is literally a fucking cult. No matter how perfect or smart someone is, a cult will still have their way to make others join them. In fact, it'll be even more interesting because that means Dekisugi's skillset will make him even more vulnerable since he'll thought that he found his people along with paradapia's citizens. ISN'T THAT INTERESTING OR IS THAT JUST ME???? AND MAYBE IT'LL HELP MORE WITH EXPLAINING PARADAPIA'S LIGHT AND HOW IT WORKS? I mean let's say the paradapia light radiate "perfection" and the key is Dekisugi whose name literally means "too fucking good at everything" and nobita is immune to the light because??? idk he's already perfect as is??? that's so cheesy but at least it'll explain how the light became to be and why it's important to go to the gangs hometown???!! FUCK ME AND MY WISHFUL THINKING HONESTLY. WE CAN'T HAVE ALL THE GOOD THINGS HUH

I want to cry in this scene, honestly. But like I said the pacing is too damn quick and the viewer (me) didnt have enough time to process wtf is happening. It's quite brutal too with how Sonya forced others to leave him by SHOOTING THEIR TAKECOPTER??? Well we already know beforehand that the air pilot suit have parachute attached BUT STILL. Watching Doraemon still insisted on being with Sonya until Sonya had to shoot his takecopter..... I can see now why there's an influx on the sonya x doraemon fanart for like, last march-april. And i think it'll be much more harrowing if sonya stayed dead but hey guess it's still a kid's movie so in the end he'll get to live and guess the sonya x doraemon ship will be sailing smooth (i shouldnt... but i really want to... oh god.... will i add another ship in my ship list.....) okay i think that's it for now. Oh and i wanna draw nobita in the paradapia uniform.... i saw someone did it first and did a blue archive AU tho.... i still want it.... hhhhhhhh..........

hannah also gives off suletta vibes... cutiee.....

#doraemon #doraemon spoiler #nobita's sky utopia #sonya #minamoto shizuka #takeshi goda #honekawa suneo #nobi nobita #hanna #dekisugi hidetoshi

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do you think stewy and roman would get married / what would the wedding be like

I think that one day in the future it would be a possibility for them. it takes a very long time, because neither of them has ever been in a relationship this serious, where they actually considered it (roman may have briefly considered it with grace, but that was because it felt like he should more so than they actually wanted to).

this is also hilarious because I was literally in the middle of discussing a stewyroman wedding with cami when I got the notif for this ask so I'm using it as an excuse to post a little drabble from our dms ❤️

Stewy Hosseini is not a man who finds himself speechless very often. He always has something to say—some witty remark, some little jab, some interjection to keep the conversation flowing. Roman can probably count on one hand the number of times he's seen Stewy at a loss for words.

This is apparently one of those times.

Stewy is just staring at him, eyes bright and shiny, a little hint of what might be a tear in the corner of one of them, and Roman suddenly feels incredibly naked. He resists the urge to look down at himself to check that he actually put his suit on before walking out here.

Roman clears his throat. He wants to look away, but he can't make himself. Stewy is holding his gaze with laser focus, some magnetic force keeping Roman's eyes locked on him.

He looks fucking gorgeous. His suit, a navy blue so deep it's almost black, except when it catches the light at just the right angle, is perfectly tailored, clinging to him in all the right ways, accenting his shoulders and his waist. His tie (he had opted for a bowtie, while Roman chose a more typical necktie) sits just below his Adam's apple, and Roman has a strong desire to undo it with his teeth. Roman feels remarkably mediocre in comparison.

"Hi," Roman finally says, because he has to say something, because the silence is dragging on between them for too long.

"You look amazing," Stewy tells him, reaching for his hand and giving it a light squeeze.

Roman rolls his eyes. "Fuck off."

"Never." Stewy's smile only widens. "You're stuck with me forever now."

"It's not official yet." He could still back out. He could pull a romcom move, throw it all into the trash and sprint back outside.

He doesn't know what he'd be running to.

The only person he wants to run to is Stewy.

Stewy tugs him a step closer. "You're gorgeous, Ro."

Roman's cheeks flush. "Fuck off."

"I've never been more in love in my entire life."

Roman lets out a groan at that—partially annoyed, partially exasperated, partially pained. But the corners of his eyes start to sting.

Stewy quirks an eyebrow. "Is that a tear I see, Ro-Ro?"

Roman quickly sniffles and wipes his sleeve over his cheeks. "No it's not."

"Aw, babe." Stewy's grin shifts into something a bit more shit-eating. "It's okay to cry."

"I'm not crying, you're crying, you fucking asshole," Roman counters.

Stewy wipes the tears off of Roman's cheeks and leans in to kiss his forehead.

The officiant clears her throat. "Sorry, gentlemen, if you're ready..."

Stewy laughs, and it's the most beautiful sound Roman has ever heard.

"Sorry, sorry," Stewy apologizes. "Okay, let's do this shit."

The next few minutes are the longest of Roman's entire life. All he can think about is the moment that he gets to kiss Stewy, the moment that it really, truly becomes real.

And then it happens, and Stewy's lips are on his, and it's like the first time they ever kissed all over again, and Roman is wrapping his arms around Stewy's neck and pulling him in as close as he possibly can, and Stewy's arms around his waist, and Roman has never felt so safe, so loved, so complete.

When they finally break it off, Stewy rests his forehead against Roman's. They breathe in sync for a second.

"I love you," Stewy murmurs.

"You're such a sappy little bitch." Roman smiles.

"And you love me."

"I guess so." Roman kisses him again. "I guess so."

#and then they ride off into the sunset happily ever after #and have plenty of nasty sex #stewyroman #romestewy #stewy x roman #ask #anonymous #my fics

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author-k · 2 years

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Intoxicated Arguments

Kaeya Alberich x Reader

Summary: Although the reader and Kaeya are not exclusively in a relationship their current relationships becomes strained as the reader returns to find Kaeya had slept with someone else (Implied Female Reader However Gender is not Mentioned)

Warning: mentions of mature themes

Your arrival was unexpected. And how convenient for him for you to arrive while he was just finishing up with a one-night-stand. You two weren't together. he'd much rather keep his sappy love for you to himself. You had been away on an expedition in Liyue, courtesy of Jean. He almost insisted on accompanying you, he genuinely feared for your safety. How could he possibly allow anything to happen to the one person that cured his loneliness the most? In the end, he didn't go with you and he came to the conclusion that it was probably for the best. It was getting harder and harder to contain his feelings lately and if he had gone he might have just spilled his guts to you in honesty hour around a mood-setting campfire.

In all honesty, he knew how you felt about him but he was still afraid you didn't feel the same way and that he had it all wrong. He also knew he'd end up disappointing you like he had others that were close to him. So he'd settled with just the thought of you while he slept with other people.

"Why am I not surprised." You spoke, leaning against the wooden door frame of Kaeya's office. He was fastening his belt as the girl slipped past you out the door. Embarrassment and shame were clearly written on her dusted pink cheeks. " Don't get the wrong Idea." He said while pulling his boots on. "What is there to get the wrong idea about?" " You can do whatever you want or rather whoever you want."

He didn't know what to say. Technically he had no reason to explain the situation you had arrived in, yet the look in your eyes made him feel incredibly guilty. " Well, see ya" you waved and left him in the office.

He sighed loudly turning his head to the ceiling. As much as he wanted to chase after you and explain the situation. There wasn't anything he could explain to you. And even if he had run after you down the hall it would become obvious to you the feelings for you he was bottling up.

The guilt was eating him up inside. He sat next to Rosaria in the tavern. She simply slid a glass of red liquid across the table to him. He pulled the glass to his lips pouring the alcoholic beverage down his throat. " You gonna spill or should I go pray to Lord Barbabatoes?" " It's complicated" he admitted. He was almost 100% sure Rosaria knew what was up, but he couldn't confess his feelings for you to her. If he was gonna profess his love for you, your ears were supposed to hear those words first.

He didn't drink enough to be absolutely trashed but he definitely had a bunch of courage and a filterless mouth for his words. He was kicking the bricked road outside your door. " Kaeya?" Your peered out from your window. He looked up at the sound of your voice calling his name. You then disappeared from the window. He could hear you rushing down the stairs and you opened the front door.

" Are you okay?" You asked him. Why? Why did you have to care for him so much? "

Listen... I'm sorry" You were shocked at his sudden apology. He didn't have anything to apologise for on the surface but deep down that apology meant more to you than anyone would ever know.

" For what?" you crossed your arms over your chest. Your stubbornness seeped into the air. He sighed. You were gonna make him spell it out, weren't you?

" For earlier..."

" You really have nothing to apologise for. It's really got nothing to do with me who you sleep with Kaeya. We're not together it doesn't concern me.”

" You're wrong it does concern you!"

" I think about you so much it's driving me crazy!"

" Don't you understand, I'm In love with you!"

"Kaeya, you're drunk you should go home." You furrowed your eyebrows, your heart beating out of its cage. You've seen Kaeya pull many stunts while being intoxicated, but this was new.

" I'm not drunk " He sighed

" Why didn't you just tell me then Kaeya, Instead I had to walk in on you after you slept with someone else."

" I'm also in love with you Kaeya! How did you think that made me feel?"

" If you think about me so much when why didn't you think about me while you were screwing some random girl in your office huh?"

" I was, I did. It was supposed to be distraction but all I could think about was what it would be like if you were in her place." he averted his gaze.

"Kaeya!"

Kaeya took a deep breath in " And look okay I couldn't exactly run down the halls of the favoinus headquarters yelling that to you and I know that's, not a valid reason and I'm sorry. I wouldn't blame you if you reject me right here. That was a royal asshole move "

The silence was deafening. For not only him but for you too.

" You're actually sorry?" You asked him.

" From the bottom of my heart," He said

" You so dumb you know that"

" I know"

He stepped closer to you his hands gently cupped your cheeks and he placed a soft kiss on your lips. "smells like dandelion wine," you say when you parted. " Sorry-" you wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him in for another kiss.

You two sat on the step in front of your door and spoke about everything and anything. The confessions were flying left right and centre between the two of you.

" I swear to the Anemo Archon, Kaeya if you forget this tomorrow, I will-"

"How could I possibly forget the best thing that's happened in my entire life" He interrupted you.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #rosaria #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #mondstadt #kaeya fanfic #kaeya fanfiction

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stobotnik-forever · 2 years

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Stobotnik fanfic

The ending is really fluffy guys<333

"STONE," Robotnik barked.

"Hmph? Omp yes, sir," Stone said, spinning around, his mouth full of chocolate.

"Lunch break ended 10 minutes ago! What have you-"The doctor stopped speaking for a moment, mouth pursed into a thin line as he stared at his agent's chocolate covered fingers-"So this is what you've been up to," he mumbled.

Stone swallowed the remnants of the chocolate as quickly as he could, moving to stand in front of the garbage can, and hurriedly wiping the chocolate off his fingers. "S-sorry doctor, I'll get back to work right away!"

Robotnik's brow furrowed. Why is Stone so nervous? He's only eating chocolate but he looks like he's been caught in the act of...well Robotnik wasn't really sure what but he'd be damned if he didn't find out. "Where'd you get that chocolate, agent," he asked, venom creeping into his voice.

"I don't see why such a simple thing should matter to a genius like you. Now come on, we've already wasted enough work time," the shorter man said.

"Just tell me where you got the chocolate and we can get back to work," the doctor growled, moving closer to him.

Stone took a few steps back, running into the trash can behind him, falling over as the contents of the trash can spilled out all over the floor. And that's when Robotnik saw it. The heart shaped box that used to hold the very same chocolates his agent had been eating.

"So that's how it is," Robotnik muttered darkly.

The agent saw where Robotnik was looking. "No wait, doctor, it's not like that," he cried, hurrying to his feet.

The doctor could feel an explosion of emotions welling up inside him like a volcano but the strongest one was the hurt, the betrayal. Stone had been pretending to love him this whole time to get secrets out him all while having someone else he loved, someone he really loved. All the nights Stone probably laughed with another about how gullible Robotnik was....his fists clenched at his side, "Get. Out."

"Wh-what?"

"You heard me," Robotnik hissed bitterly, turning his back to his former boyfriend and storming out.

"I'm not cheating I swear! If you'd just listen, please," Stone yelled, running after him.

"Leave before I order the badniks to incinerate you," the doctor spat. He knew he couldn't go through with it but Stone didn't have to know that, he decided while locking himself away in his lab.

Stone stopped at the lab door, "Agent Kelly gave the box of chocolates to me this morning. I-"Oh please even if I did believe your pathetic little attempt at a cover up-which I don't-you didn't have to accept the gift," the taller man cut in snidely, from the other side of the lab door.

"She's my friend...it would've been rude not to b-but I assure you I made it explicitly clear that I have no interest in her, romantically or otherwise," the agent explained, quickly.

There was a long strech of silence before Robotnik finally asked, "If you insist on sparing the feelings of that lower lifeform then why bring it here? Why not just throw the box of chocolates out once she's out of sight?"

The agent didn't have to think about that long, "Because it's chocolate. Who wouldn't eat free chocolate?"

More silence followed and Stone started to worry the doctor wasn't going to talk to him when the door to the lab slid open. Robotnik stared down at him, eyes still harboring distrust. "So you're not just pretending to love me to get a piece of my genius? There...there really isn't anyone else you genuinely love?"

"No, I'm not pretending, there isn't anyone else I could even imagine loving the way I love you, Ivo," Stone spoke softly, looking up at him with his usual puppy dog smile.

"That's...sappy but believable. Aaaanyway let's get to work, Stone," Robotnik said, holding a hand out to the other man.

Stone looked down at the outstretched hand and his smile only grew, a deliciously lovely warmth spreading through him as he locked fingers with the gloved hand. "Okay, doctor."

#stobotnik fanfic #jealously ig?#stone x robotnik #evil boyfriends forever<333 #dr robotnik #robotnik #dr ivo robotnik #agent stone #stone #gay #wkahsbsoa-ahhh the ending always gets me #srly its soooooooo cute<333

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