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sillybeanies Ā· 1 month ago
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i lovve oldweb beanie baby graphics so i made a few of my own ā­
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digitulart Ā· 2 months ago
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adult skid & pump and everyone else i guess
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batstabb Ā· 4 months ago
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ā€œI have come to bargain. Or to beg, if thatā€™s what must be done. I require your assistance.ā€
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quinnlyyy Ā· 1 year ago
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morgan and emily: *sneaks into hotel at 2 am*
jj: *turns in swivel chair* care to tell me where you two were?
emily: we were with reid!
reid: *turns in swivel chair* wanna try again?
morgan: we were with garcia?
garcia: *also turns in swivel chair* guess aga- *continues spinning* jj i- I CANT STOP THE CHAIR
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eatyourmaker Ā· 3 months ago
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Cursed post time: Spooky Month characters in my actual artstyle NDJDJDND
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melodygatesauthor Ā· 11 months ago
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Goodnight, Princess
Yandere Dad's Best Friend - Santiago Garcia X f!Reader
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Not Beta Read - For @romana-after-dark's Dead Dove December event!
PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!
Summary
Your dad's best friend accidentally discovers that you're a sex worker. He tries to let it go, but it eats away at him until things go way too far.
This fic was written in first person from Santiago's perspective. I know that's not normally something I do, but if you give it a chance I think you'll like it hehe <3
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NSFW, non-con, dubious consent, rape, sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, masturbation, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, porn with some plot, smut, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, non-consensual somnophilia, intoxication, implied murder, dad's best friend, age gap, voyeurism, hidden cameras. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (that means that what you see in the tags WILL be in the fic, don't act surprised when you get exactly what you were warned about.)
Word Count: 5.7k
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I shouldā€™ve put a stop to it the second I realized it was you on the other side of that wall.
Donā€™t ask me how I knew. A good guess? A hunch? Maybe Iā€™d known you so long that I could tell, based on some deep ingrained instinct, exactly what your lips would feel like wrapped around my cock. You sucked on it like you knew what you were doing, like it wasnā€™t a challenge for you to take something so big in that pretty little mouth.
I recognized the sound of your moans almost right away. The hum of your voice when you started sucking my dick was the same sound you made at dinner the other night when you popped a spoonful of mashed potatoes in your mouth. Does your dad know youā€™re doing this? Do you care? Do you ever worry about what he might say if he finds out?
Donā€™t worry princess, I'll keep your secret.Ā 
Our secret.
I bet you never thought I would find out about your slutty little side job. To be entirely honest, I didnā€™t think Iā€™d find you working at a place like this. If you know me at all, and I know for a fact that you do, then youā€™d know Iā€™m a lonely man. Years of serving in the military and the endless night terrors have made it difficult to find any sort of real relationship, so Iā€™ve given up. That doesnā€™t mean I donā€™t still have needs, sweetheart.
Everybody jerks off, and Iā€™m no exception. I donā€™t even know how many nights Iā€™ve been in my room, cock in hand while I watch some crappy porno to get myself off. Every once in a while though, I like to treat myself to a little something more. Most people treat themselves to some kind of dessert, or a nice bottle of wine, but I like to treat myself to a night at Club BJ where all the dirty men go to get their rocks off.
I never thought Iā€™d find you there.
Not a chance in hell did I think for even a second that you would be sucking random cocks on the other side of a gloryhole to earn a few extra bucks. Youā€™re so good at it though, princess. How did you learn to swirl your tongue like that? Hm? Was it all the boys at college who taught you how to do that? Did they tell you what a pretty little girl you are while your lips were stretched around them?
They better have. They better have said thank you when they finished all over that beautiful face too.
I couldnā€™t speak to you. I couldnā€™t let you know it was me on the other side of that wall, so I hope the $200 tip I left you gets the point across.Ā 
When I got home tonight, you were running through my mind like a fucking hamster on a wheel. Iā€™m not sure what to do now, but I canā€™t shake how bad I want to go back to the club for another round. Iā€™d pay thousands, probably even tens of thousands, just to have moreā€¦
But I canā€™t do that. Not to you, and not to your dad.
That was the first and only time Iā€™m going to know what itā€™s like to feel you sucking my cock.
ā€”
Thereā€™s no possible way for you to know what you do to me, well, for you to know that it was me on the other side of the hole that you were making feel so fucking good. Iā€™m coming back again, despite promising I wouldnā€™t. Iā€™ve been trying so hard to let it go, but I fucking canā€™t. Youā€™re like a goddamn siren luring me back to that shithole, and I canā€™t resist your call.
Iā€™ll be back on Friday, because thatā€™s the night they set the girls up with their asses sticking out through the wall. I would assume the club has you bent over some kind of table on the other side of that wall? Iā€™m not sure, but Friday canā€™t come soon enough. I feel like I need you.
Maybe if you hadnā€™t looked at me the way you did when I saw you today at your dadā€™s for dinner. Were you looking at me like that on purpose, sweetheart? I mean, you must beā€¦right? Or have I completely lost my shit?
I probably lost my shit, letā€™s be honest.
Iā€™ve known your dad since high school. I even helped him beat up a guy that was hitting on your mom back when she and your dad had just started dating. Iā€™m really not a bad guy, and Iā€™ve never looked at you like this. I mean it. But how can I look at you any differently now? How can I look at you any differently after what you did to me? What you did for me.
ā€œSanti, can you pass the butter?ā€ You asked, looking at me, probably no different than usual but I couldnā€™t think of anything other than those pouty lips wrapped around my dick again.
Did you notice the way my hand shook when I handed you the butter dish? Maybe not, but they were trembling and to be honest it was fucking annoying. Iā€™m a man in his late thirties and I canā€™t get a grip on the feelings Iā€™m developing for my best friend's goddamn kid. Itā€™s wrong, disgusting, hell Iā€™d kill someone if you were my kid.
But youā€™re not, and I canā€™t fucking help it, even though I tried.
Maybe someday, if you ever find out about any of this, Iā€™ll tell you about how much I hated myself (hell, I still hate myself sometimes), when I came home with that post nut clarity. That mightā€™ve been the best blowjob of my life, but I stood in front of my mirror for a good ten minutes trying to tell myself that Iā€™d never go back to that hellhole, Club BJs. I meant it with all my heart when I said it over and over like a mantra.
Now Iā€™m stuck though. Iā€™m stuck thinking about you bent over with a wall separating the top half of your body from the bottom with countless men fucking you until youā€™re so full of cum you looked like a damn overstuffed pastry. You deserve to feel good. You deserve to have at least one of those men be someone that cares about you.
I guess Iā€™ll have to be the one to do it. I guess this is how Iā€™ll justify doing something I know I shouldnā€™t.
Iā€™ll see you on Friday, princess.
ā€”
It makes me feel a little bit better to know that every man in there is at least checked for STDs before he gets to fuck you. Surely you wouldnā€™t have signed up to work at a place like this if they werenā€™t. Youā€™re smart, youā€™ve always been so smart. Itā€™s one of the things I admire most about you.
Still not clever enough to know that I was one of those men who stood behind you that night. In fact, I was your last customer of the night. Your pussy was so puffy and swollen, those guys really stretched you out and fucked you good didnā€™t they? Donā€™t worry, princess, I took good care of you and gave your little hole a break. I wonā€™t lie, it took everything in me not to use you the way they did, but Iā€™ll do that another time.
Tonight I was on my knees for you, grabbing onto both of your asscheeks and spreading you out so I could clean up the mess those filthy men made of my little princess. You sounded so surprised, I heard you gasp, when I started eating you out. Did you like that? It sounded like you did. I could feel your thighs shaking and at some point you even started rocking back and forth like you wanted more.
Maybe you wanted me to fuck you. Were you hoping that the mystery man on the other side of the wall would clean you up and then fuck his own cum into you too? Or maybe you were happy to have the break. Either way, I licked your swollen clit until I could hear your pretty moans on the other side and feel your cunt throbbing against my tongue. Your slick tastes so good sweetheart, canā€™t believe you made something so delicious all by yourself.
ā€œYouā€™re not going to fuck me?ā€ You asked me. I could almost hear the desperation in your voice, like you were begging me to come back and take you.
ā€œNo.ā€ I said firmly, faking a deeper voice than my own.
Next time I will though, donā€™t worry sweetheart, Iā€™ll fuck you so good you wonā€™t want anyone else.
ā€”
The same night I ate you out I rushed home to jerk off. It sounds crude to say, but fuck I couldnā€™t help it. The taste of your pussy was still on my lips. I could still smell you soaked into the stubble on my chin and upper lip. Iā€™m making a mental note to snag a pair of your panties when I come over for the barbecue at your dadā€™s tomorrow night. Maybe that will help get me through this mess Iā€™m in. Maybe it will help me stop this shit.
I know I canā€™t keep doing this, but the feeling I get when Iā€™m scrolling through your instagram photos from last summer in your bikini with my cock squeezed in my hand is incredible. Iā€™m looking at those perfect tits hidden beneath such a thin layer of fabric, and your pretty rear is barely covered at all.
When I came itā€™s like I was possessed, blowing up a picture of your face just so I could imagine myself coating it in all of me. I donā€™t even really want to talk about how hard it was to clean that mess off my phone.
I feel like Iā€™m losing myself in the depraved thoughts and fantasies Iā€™m having of you. I woke up with soaked sheets and I thought I fucking pissed myself, but I didnā€™t, it wasā€¦something else. Iā€™d dreamt of you. I canā€™t remember exactly what was happening in that dream, but it mustā€™ve been good, and Iā€™m annoyed that I still canā€™t remember what it was about.
ā€”
A small part of me, the part of me that still had some morals left, was hoping youā€™d be working your day job. (honestly I canā€™t even remember what your day job is, arenā€™t you a housekeeper? Or a waitress or something?) At least if you were working I wouldnā€™t have to see you. I wouldnā€™t have to think about you more than I already was. Not to mention, I wouldnā€™t have had to sit there and watch you laugh with your ā€˜friendā€™ that youā€™d invited over.
You told your dad when you introduced him, ā€œweā€™re just friends dad.ā€
You said it with such an attitude that both your dad and I knew better. You mightā€™ve thought you were just friends, but that guy wanted more, and I knew you were going to give it to him. I could tell by the way you looked at him when you thought no one was paying attention.
I bet you didnā€™t think Iā€™d hear you both making out in your room that night, but your moans call me now like a moth to a flame. The other barbecue guests had gone home, and your dad was drunk and passed out in his recliner, and I heard you faintly over the hum of the crappy reality show on tv. I didnā€™t pause the show, I didnā€™t want to wake up your dad, so I went upstairs silently, masked by the sound on the tv.
Initially, I wanted to walk in there and rip this kid off of you, giving him a few vicious but empty threats before sending him on his way with his tail between his legs. Your voice stopped me in my tracks though.
ā€œShh, I donā€™t want my dad to hear us,ā€ you whispered, followed by a sweet giggle.
He wonā€™t, princess. I thought, as though it were me you were talking to and not this loser.
Youā€™d left your bedroom door open, per your dadā€™s request, such a good little girl. Despite being a grown woman, you still did what your daddy told you, and thatā€™s the only reason I was able to hide in the bathroom and hear you get fucked while I jerked off and imagined I was with you instead ofā€¦whatever the fuck his name is.
ā€œOh god!ā€ You whined, making my body shudder.
That guy doesnā€™t talk much, and that made it all the easier for me to imagine myself in his place.
When you said, ā€œmm, harder, pleaseā€¦ā€
I was right there to say, ā€œanything you want, sweetheart.ā€
I tried to move my hand in time with the light thump of your bed against the wall. It helped. What didnā€™t help was the fact that I could tell how little you were enjoying yourself. You were making the same sounds you made when you were ass out at the gloryhole. I knew I could do better, I knew I could make your body shake with pleasure like when I was kneeling down behind you with my tongue working overtime on your sensitive clit.
You were pretty good at faking it though, good enough that I was a leaking mess, precum dripping all down my shaft while I worked myself behind the wall your bedroom shared with the bathroom. I really wanted to go in there, tell that guy to get lost and give you the night of your life, but I didnā€™t. Instead I stood there, spilling a few globs of cum into some toilet paper and calling it good enough.
I was quick to head back downstairs before you even knew I was up there in the first place. That guy had the audacity to say goodnight to me in the kitchen on his way out the door. I let that go pretty quickly because then it was just you and me alone in the kitchen while your dad slept soundly in the living room.
You have no idea how badly I wanted to ask you for the pleasure of taking care of you, of making sure that you got off too, but I bit my tongue. Instead we made small talk about how your college was going and you asked me about Benny, Frankie and Will.Ā 
For a moment I had forgotten about all the things that transpired between us, or that Iā€™d done while thinking about you, and you were just my best friendā€™s kid again. We were just two people who had known each other for a long time, catching up and making small talk. Then you had to bend over in your shorts, and my cock ignored its usual refractory period to spring alive and nag for attention again.
ā€œYou okay, Santi?ā€ Youā€™d asked so innocently, as if I didnā€™t know what that mouth was capable of, or what that body could take.
ā€œIā€™m fine, sweetheart.ā€
Iā€™m not fucking fine, but that doesnā€™t matter.
ā€”
You slept like a rock that night, not even stirring in the slightest when I grabbed your panties out of your hamper by the closet. They didnā€™t look particularly fancy, so I assume you wonā€™t miss them, will you? Doesnā€™t matter anyway, youā€™d never expect that Iā€™m the one who took them.
I canā€™t even begin to tell you how disgusting I felt when I got home the next morning and I had placed your panties on my bed in front of me like a prize Iā€™d won. I think I stared at them for at least a full ten minutes before I picked them up again and put them in my nightstand. Iā€™ve never been a ā€œpanty snifferā€ and I tried to convince myself that just knowing I had them in my possession was enough.
Have you ever read The Tell-Tale Heart? I remember when I was in high school I had to, and it stuck with me for some reason. Your underwear in my nightstand reminded me of that story in some ways. Itā€™s like all I could hear were your moans in my ears and no matter where I went in the house the temptation to smell the remnants of your cunt on that fabric was following me.
So finally, here I am, two weeks after you first sucked my cock, and I can shamefully admit that I did it. I smelled them, and sweetheart, you smell so much better without all that cum inside of you. Of course the panties canā€™t compare to the real thing, which I donā€™t know if Iā€™ll ever smell without six loads of spend inside, but god I hope I get the privilege one day.
Or maybe I hope I donā€™t.
Iā€™m still so torn between the fact that youā€™re my best friendā€™s kid, and the way I want to bury my dick so far in that pretty little cunt that youā€™re seeing stars.
ā€”
I was first in line tonight. Itā€™s Friday night so your ass was out again and untouched this time. You werenā€™t wet yet which excited me for some reason. It meant I got to have the honors of making you nice and slick.
My hand looks so big against your ass, princess. I wish I could show you. That was me who rubbed your clit, making you shake and whine for more on the other side of the wall. Iā€™m the one who slipped my thick middle finger in that greedy little hole, and then my index finger, and then the ring finger.
Iā€™m guessing you liked it based on how slippery you got, and how much you moaned on the other side. Do you know how dedicated your customers are? One of them got pissed at me for taking too long with you. I canā€™t say I blame them, your pussy is perfect sweetheart.
God the feeling of sliding my dick between those pretty pussy lips is like nothing Iā€™ve ever felt. As I bottomed out, I felt your walls were squeezing around me like you wanted me deeper, so of course I pushed in more, all the way until I couldnā€™t go further. You gasped like you hadnā€™t felt a hundred dicks inside you before mine.Ā 
I slid back again and slammed into you. I heard you begging me to keeping going, and saying, ā€œfuck youā€™re good, holy shit!ā€
It was so hard not to say all the filthy things I wanted to when I fucked you, princess. I wanted to tell you how good you looked like that, pussy lips split around my cock like it wanted to swallow me whole. I wanted to ask you if you would like me to stick my thumb in your ass but decided to just try it anyway and see how you reacted.
You liked it.
At least it seemed like you did, your cunt clamped down around my dick like a damn vice grip the moment my thumb popped through your tight little hole. Did you like having something in your ass sweetheart? Itā€™s shocking how tight you are, given how often I know youā€™re getting fucked. Some of the guys coming in behind me were big, some even bigger than me, but you donā€™t like them as much as you do when I fuck you, right? Of course not, because you donā€™t sound like that when youā€™re with them.
I caught a small glimpse of your eye through the hole. There was a small gap between the wall and your hips and you were looking at the same time I was. Did you see me? Did you have time to realize who I was? Did you come right then and there because you liked the idea of your dadā€™s best friend fucking you until you were too spent for anyone else?
Your orgasm forced me to come at the same time you did. I canā€™t even begin to tell you what it felt like to spill my load inside of you like Iā€™d wanted to for so long. I remember so clearly being pushed up against your ass, pulling my thumb out of your hole so I could squeeze your hips and pull you over my dick further. Itā€™s like I was willing every ounce of it to fill you up so full that no one else could. Itā€™s like I was trying to make sure that when you look in the mirror a few months from now, youā€™ll remember the feeling of the man who fucked a baby into you.
Iā€™m not an idiot. Well, I am, but I know that youā€™re on birth control. I know that no matter how many times I fuck you, the chances of you actually getting pregant are slim, not that Iā€™d want to get you pregnant anyway. That would be too much, and I donā€™t want to go too far.
Iā€™m not going to go too far.
ā€”
I went to your house today.
I already had an excuse planned if I somehow got caught while you and your dad were out. If you or your father saw me, Iā€™d say I came back for my hat. Itā€™s not a total lie, I did leave my hat behind, but neither of you needed to know it was on purpose.
Do you realize how much dust has collected on the little stuffed bear you have on the shelf facing directly across from your bed, sweetheart? I doubt it, but it does make for the perfect place to put the small camera I bought.
I feel so fucking gross I can hardly stand to look at myself. But I canā€™t stand not to watch you touch yourself either. The glory hole is great, but I want to see that pretty face when youā€™re coming so hard you canā€™t breathe right, and I canā€™t do that when Iā€™m on the other side of a fucking wall can I?
Seeing you later that night while I was at my own house, fist closed around my cock and watching you play with yourself is worth all the self loathing in the world. I had the camera feed pulled up on my laptop, and I could see you walking over to your dresser. God, what an array of toys you have. Do you have all those toys because you like them? Or is it because you havenā€™t found someone who knows their way around your body yet?
If itā€™s the latter, I promise you wonā€™t need those things once Iā€™m done with you.
Fuck, princess. The one you picked out is so damn big. Iā€™ve seen you fit some pretty big cocks in that little hole, but I was shocked to see you squeezing lube around the head of that thing and gliding it over your pussy lips. You took a deep breath. Does it hurt to take such a fat silicone dick like that?Ā 
Fuck, Iā€™m glad I put the camera where I did. Who had you so wet like that? Hm? Were you thinking about anyone in particular? Can you even get that entire dildo in there? I hated to admit how much I liked watching you struggle. My cock leaked so fucking much I thought I was going to come too fast, but I kept it together.
You finally pushed it in, and Iā€™m so damn proud of you princess. You had a really hard time going all the way though, didnā€™t you? That tight little pussy of yours was stretched to its limit and you were only halfway in there. Why do you even have a dildo that size if you canā€™t get it all the way in your cunt? Are you trying to stretch yourself out for someone? You donā€™t have to stretch yourself for me, Iā€™d be happy to take care of that for you myself.
I watched you push it in even more, I was so focused on the furrow of your turned up brow and the way you bit your lip while I stared. We both exhaled the moment you managed to fit the entire thing in. Your eyes rolled back like it was the best thing youā€™d ever felt. You really do enjoy being stuffed full, donā€™t you, sweetheart?
You started fucking yourself with it, the sounds of your wet cunt hit my ears like the sweetest music Iā€™d ever heard. I stroked myself in time with your movements, my eyes focused right on your face, and my cock throbbed every time you moaned. Wasnā€™t your dad home tonight? Shouldnā€™t you be a bit quieter when youā€™re doing stuff like that? Maybe you just donā€™t care if he hears you.
You started fucking yourself faster so of course I was jerking myself harder, trying to keep up with you without losing it too quickly. It didnā€™t take long for you to come though. Did you like the feeling of that toy that much? You gushed around it, you choked back some moans but several other soft whimpers escaped, filling your room and hitting my ears through the camera feed. I came too, coating my knuckles and my stomach with so much cum I didnā€™t know I was even capable of producing that much.
Whyā€™d you have to ruin it? Huh?
It was such a good fucking orgasm for both of us, and then I heard you say a name. It wasnā€™t my name though, was it, princess? I donā€™t know why that bothers me so fucking much. Maybe itā€™s because in some twisted way Iā€™ve managed to convince myself that you were putting on that private show just for me. So if you did do it for me, then I donā€™t want to hear you saying some other guyā€™s name while youā€™re fucking your self like that sweetheart.Ā 
I just donā€™t.
ā€”
I lost it today.
I really fucking lost it today, princess.
I found that guy. You know the one who fucked you the other night while I jerked off in the bathroom? That ā€˜friendā€™ of yours? The one whose name you called out instead of mine?
I found him.
Iā€¦
ā€”
Did you miss me, sweetheart? Iā€™m sorry, but I had to leave for a while, at least until things quieted down, and until you werenā€™t sad anymore. I know I should feel bad, but I donā€™t. I would probably do it again a thousand times if I had to.
You seemed fine during dinner at your dadā€™s tonight. I donā€™t really think you were that upset over the guy anyway, but it doesnā€™t matter. I donā€™t want to hear his name come out of that pretty mouth again. Ever.
After too much wine during (and after) dinner, I carried you upstairs. You never could handle your liquor. Remember when you were only eighteen and I would let you sneak a few shots under your old manā€™s nose when he wasnā€™t looking? Your dad was sleeping when I put you down gently in your bed. Your skin is so fucking soft it killed me to step away from you.
Your eyes opened for a moment meeting with mine. I felt my gut stir at the sight of you biting your lip. Why were you doing that to me? Didnā€™t you know how that would affect me? I couldnā€™t resist the way you looked at me that night. No one wouldā€™ve been able to. Itā€™s not fair for you to put me in that position and expect that Iā€™m just going to walk away. When I think back to it, this was all your fault, princess.
ā€œSanti,ā€ you said sweetly.
I almost climbed on top of you right then when you grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. I almost grabbed your throat and fucked you through your shorts, but I held back.
ā€œWhat, princess?ā€ I asked you, putting a caring hand on your shoulder, trying to fight back my more primal urges screaming in my head.
You shivered, ā€œI-mm-need something towearto mm-bed,ā€ you slurred out.
I could see the curve of your hip disappear into your too-short shorts. I really donā€™t want you going out in public wearing things like that. I gave you my shirt to keep you warm. I hope itā€™s comfortable, sweetheart, I canā€™t let you go cold, can I? When I leaned down to put it over your head, I felt such a fucking ache in my chest when your face appeared again through the hole. Such a pretty babygirl.
ā€œThank you,ā€ you smiled contentedly and snuggled into your pillows.
I gulped, ā€œprincess,ā€ I whispered, slowly creeping my fingers toward the hem of your shorts where they rested on your waist.
ā€œHm?ā€ You hummed, but you werenā€™t really awake anymore, from what I could tell.
When I touched your soft, exposed hip you didnā€™t stir at all, and when I slipped my fingers underneath your panties, then your shorts, you didnā€™t make a sound. When I pushed both down to your ankles and dropped them on the floor, you didnā€™t open your eyes. You didnā€™t have any fucking clue what I was going to do to you, did you?
Did you feel my fingers when I slipped them between your thighs and felt your little wet cunt? I bet you did, even if you didnā€™t realize you were feeling it. I thought I would wake you up for sure when I pushed you onto your back and climbed over you. And when that didnā€™t wake you up, I thought, without a doubt, that when I pulled my cock out and touched it against your slick pussy lips your eyes would shoot open and youā€™d catch me in the act.
You didnā€™t though, you stayed deep in your drunken sleep, and I could get away with doing anything I wanted to you.
Iā€™m still wondering what I wouldā€™ve done if youā€™d caught me. What would I say? How would I justify this feeling I craved that only you could satisfy? Would I even need to say anything? Surely you would recognize the feeling of the cock that made you come so good in that glory hole. Surely youā€™d be desperate for me to keep going.
Being able to look at your face, even if you were asleep, while I slid my dick into your wet heat made my brain stop fucking working. I couldnā€™t even think. It was like my body just took over, hips rocking into you over and over without a care in the world for how loud the bed was creaking.
You still didnā€™t feel anything when I dipped down and kissed you, my hips still thrusting slowly against you. This isnā€™t a Disney movie, and Iā€™m no prince charming, but youā€™re still my little princess, arenā€™t you? Youā€™re like my personal sleeping beauty, except my soft kisses didnā€™t wake you from your drunken slumber.
Thank god.
I kissed all the way down your jawbone until I got to your neck. Youā€™re so soft, and you smell so nice. I kinda wish youā€™d been awake so I couldā€™ve heard you whimper and whine in my ear. I want to hear you tell me how good it feels to have my cock slamming into your pussy, sweetheart. I want to feel your lips on my neck, my chest, all over my body.
ā€œYou take me so well, princess.ā€ I whispered in your ear, hoping that somewhere deep in your dreams youā€™d hear my words and know I was inside you. ā€œYou feel so good, I canā€™t stop. Never felt anything-so-fucking-g-good-I-f-fuckā€¦ā€
I came so much that when I pulled back my cum poured out of you as if my cock was a dam holding back a river. I still wonder if I shouldā€™ve cleaned you up, but I didnā€™t. Maybe youā€™d remember that I was the one who brought you upstairs and youā€™d put the pieces together.
I can imagine it now, you waking up in the morning with a dried up substance between your thighs. You might not know what it is right away, but Iā€™m sure when you go to the bathroom and notice the hickeys peppered all over your neck, youā€™ll know that something mustā€™ve happened to you the night before.
Iā€™m not sure what to do now.
I need to have you for myself, that much is clear. The thought of someone else touching you ever again is killing me, so I have to take you. Iā€™ll take you away from all this shit, and Iā€™ll take good care of you. You wonā€™t have to work at that nasty place anymore, Iā€™ll be sure of that. And please donā€™t worry, princess. When your dad is looking for you, and he needs a friend to help him through the tough times, and the times heā€™s missing you, Iā€™ll be that friend. He will only be sad for a little while.Ā 
If things go wrong, and someone finds thisā€¦well I guess itā€™s a journal isnā€™t it? I wonā€™t be able to deny the things Iā€™ve done. I should burn it, but I canā€™t bring myself to do that. When I read it back, itā€™s almost like I can relive our time together. Someday I might show you this so you can understand why I did what I had to do, why I have to keep you.
Until then, I hope you sleep well tonight, your final night in your childhood home. I hope you enjoy your last breakfast with your loving dad, and that the two of you donā€™t argue before he leaves for work. Make sure you give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him you love him, because Iā€™ll be over before he gets home from work.
Goodnight, princess.
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spooky-month-archive Ā· 3 months ago
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An unused script for Spooky Month 6: Hollow Sorrows, showing an alternate version of the scene where Father Gregor speaks to Mayor Evermore. The original version of the scene was planned to have a conversation that revealed why Gregor was in town, but it was later scrapped as the reasoning for his arrival was no longer considered canon.
'NOW, THIS SCENE HAS A LOT OF DELETED CONVERSATIONS. One of them was Gregor having a long conversation with Evermore, including the reason why he was in the town: Many of his pals never comebackā€¦ BUT THAT WAS NOT NECESSARY!! yeah, is not canon. It would be interesting but the episode was 30 mins long with the story of Gregor, and so was deleted, including the insult. There is another conversation with them, but I can't show that one.'
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crossover-enthusiast Ā· 2 months ago
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so this is mr clown concept art right
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theres some terrifying alt realty where garcia isnt fat
"garcia isnt confirmed to be mr-" GET OUT no one cares
Oh. Oh my god yeah-
I legitimately can't imagine him OR Mr. Clown not being fat that's like part of the whole charm
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starchaser45 Ā· 3 months ago
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Everyone *protecting Spencer and Garcia*
Morgan: but we're not protecting them cause we think they're weak
JJ: no! Not at all , it's not about that you see when one of them gets in trouble_
Emily: the other just goes balestik on who ever hurt the other with zero regards to their own safety
Rossi: yeah exactly not fun so in order to protect them and the attacker from themselves we keep them safe
Luke: see it's not that hard to understand even I caught on pretty quickly after joining
Tara: yeah no shit it's like an unwritten rule
āœØwhen either of them gets actually hurt āœØ
Penelope*shot an unsub, drove over an unsub in order to get Spencer help quickly, almost quit cause she couldn't work without him, hacked into a company's tracking system cause they were threatening Reid*
Spencer* was ready to take on and manipulate cat Adams cause she was a threat to Penelope,accepted to get willingly kidnapped cause they had Garcia, helped breakout one of the most dangerous cult leaders for her, while breaking out the cult leader also helped kidnap a witness, distracted the cult so that Garcia could run away knowing fully well that everyone there hates him and wants to kill him almost got shot in the process then later was almost sacrificed *
Morgen: see we weren't exaggerating they become nuts, they go from sweetest creatures on earth to this
JJ: yeah we are doing this for their own good
Hotch: also I don't need the amount of paper work that comes with these two
Emily: YES!
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onlytheflies Ā· 2 months ago
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tony garcia (left) and lester hashey (right). the fact that in real life tony was taller than hashey is kind of hysterical to me
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milanesasconpure5 Ā· 23 days ago
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Comedic Law
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sillybeanies Ā· 5 months ago
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some rainbow bears for pride :D (mellow, sammy, peace, peace (jingle), and garcia)
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doodle collection
for the context with the dexter doll one, i like to imagine an au where instead of staying a doll, he did slowly start to resemble his former self just like in Childs Play
also bonus
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quinnlyyy Ā· 1 year ago
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rossi: who the fuck added me to a groupchat
jj: language, rossi
garcia: yeah watch your fucking language!
morgan: okay who taught garcia the fuck word
emily: 'the fuck word'
reid: you guys see the f word all the time...
garcia: oh my god he censored it
emily: say fuck, reid
morgan: do it, reid. say fuck.
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eatyourmaker Ā· 3 months ago
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OOOOOHHHH....
OH NOOOOOO
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scarlettjemily Ā· 4 months ago
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jj i dare you to look at me like that again
pls im begging
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