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pukefactory · 2 days ago

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Ok so umm we need more crk content up in here so.. Eternal sugar cookie x angel like reader guys idc if she is not out yet. 😭😭😭😭

AUTHOR’S NOTE

At the time of publishing, Eternal Sugar Cookie has not yet been released, and key details about her character remain unknown. As a result, significant artistic liberties were taken while writing her portrayal, which may become outdated once her full character is revealed. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this interpretation, even if it eventually becomes obsolete. I simply couldn’t resist writing for the one and only.

- COMET

₊˚⊹⋆ ♡〜 YOU, I’M CALLING FOR 〜♡ ₊˚⊹⋆

˗ˏˋ ♡ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Eternal Sugar Cookie X Angel Reader

˗ˏˋ ♡ Character(s): Eternal Sugar Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

˗ˏˋ ♡ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

˗ˏˋ ♡ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

˗ˏˋ ♡ Image Credits: @inkcomposer

❤︎ Eternal Sugar didn’t like you at first. She adored you. Resented you. Feared you. Worshiped you. You were everything she used to be—pure, winged, serene. The real deal. While she draped her corruption in silk and perfume, you radiated. You were everything she had lost and everything she wanted to taste again. So of course, when she first met you, she called you “darling” with a tone of acid sugar. You didn’t even flinch. That, somehow, made her knees weak.

❤︎ She teases you constantly, poking holes in your innocence just to see if you bleed gold or red underneath. “Oh my, do you blush when I call you precious? No, no—don’t look away, let me see~” The thing is, it’s never just teasing. Eternal Sugar is always testing boundaries, yours and her own. She’ll flirt like it’s a game, then flinch when you touch her hand too gently—because it’s easier to be adored than loved.

❤︎ Her Garden of Delights becomes your safe haven too, though she insists it’s purely practical. “One less realm you could be poached from, sweetheart. Can’t have little demons nibbling at your wings, now can we?” But she redesigns it. Slowly. Subtly. Everything becomes a little gentler, softer, holier. A part of her aches to make a heaven just for you, even if she can’t go back to hers.

❤︎ You’re the only one who sees her when the glamour cracks. She never lets it drop completely—never. But you’ve caught glimpses. In the mirror behind her throne, in the reflection of her lyre strings, in the split-second between blink and breath. The sluggish bitterness in her eyes. The flicker of exhaustion behind her smile. You don’t confront it. You just lay a hand on her cheek when no one’s watching. She always leans into it, silent.

❤︎ Eternal Sugar knows how to corrupt. But you? You purify. Without even trying. One time she offered you a kiss, dipped in pink sin and glittering promises, just to see if you’d take it. You did—gently, with a whisper of a touch. Not flustered. Not naive. Just… kind. “Thank you,” you’d said. “You deserve to feel wanted too.” She had to vanish into mist for a solid hour before she could look you in the eye again.

❤︎ She likes to fiddle with your wings when she’s anxious. No words. No sharp smiles. Just careful fingers brushing through feathers and threads, humming old celestial lullabies under her breath. “Don’t mind me, sugar. I just… needed to remember what grace feels like again.”

❤︎ Despite her dominion over sloth, she never rests unless you’re beside her. “You look divine when you sleep,” she murmurs, curled around your side like a ribbon. “But I look better. Don’t argue—angels don’t lie.” But when you kiss her forehead, she goes quiet. For once, there’s no seduction in it. Only reverence. Her halo dims and pulses faintly like a heartbeat.

❤︎ She lies to everyone else. But never to you. Or at least, she tries. The first time she attempted to trick you, she ended up confessing the truth five minutes later, lips trembling. “I didn’t want you to leave, okay? I thought if I said the wrong thing, you’d fly off and I’d never be able to reach you again.” You didn’t judge her. You just held her hand tighter.

❤︎ Sometimes, in rare private moments, she sings to you with her lyre. Not the seductive melodies that enchant her followers. Something older. A hymn from the age before the fall. Your eyes close. She watches the way your expression softens—like home. Like Heaven. She plays until her own hands shake.

❤︎ She still calls herself the Bringer of Happiness. But when she looks at you, her voice softens. “You know… I thought I’d have to trick joy into loving me. Seduce it. Lie to it. Twist it until it looked like something that could belong to me. But you just… offered it. No games. No catches.” She holds you close, breath warm against your ear. “You ruin me, angel. And I love you for it.”

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i-messed-up-big-time · 1 day ago

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Someone Precious II

Caleb x Non MC Reader

a/n: seeing all of you guys really like the first part defo made me feel all warm and giggly! so thank you for all of your lovely comments! also i am not well versed in the realm of medicine/hospitals and stuff so please bear with me as i write the scenes dealing with those, i most likely will briefly touch on those and not go into too much detail. also i finally got a desk and a monitor so now i can do all my writing in comfort rather than hunched over on my bed! Also this part doesn't really have much Caleb unless you include reader thinking about him. another side note, this part will be short but i will write more for the other parts, i just needed this one to be on its own focusing on the pregnancy a bit so that in the other parts i can focus on the relationships with MC, Caleb etc.

also i dont think i mentioned this in my previous part but ill make sure to add it to my masterlist description, the setting of this series will be taking place in a world where ever, evols and wanderers do not exist. some aspects of the characters and how they met have been tweaked to fit with the plot, so pls dont come at me if something isnt how you remember it in the game.

Divider creds @/cafekitsune

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, reader is female and is AFAB, pregnancy,

word count: 1.7k

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taglist: @aneertawrites @eurydiceknowshesloved @angelichiaro @nommingonfood @ynovaes @animegamerfox @melonssoup @iamawkwardandshy @novthirty @rosevelt632 @sleepless-cloudy @justpassingdontworry @sleepykittyenergy @ijustwannabeyourmuse @iiyumii @eolivy @asakiyu

You sat there numb, your thoughts were a broken record.

'I'm pregnant.'

That's all your brain could handle at the moment. MC sat next to you in silence, rubbing a soothing hand on your back,

She knew that right now what you needed was comfort through gestures and not words, so she just waited patiently until you were ready to say something.

No matter what decision you made, she was ready to support you.

●・○・●・○・●・

A couple of hours had passed, you still hadn't spoken up but you had moved to lie in your bed.

MC had gone out to get some lunch, which left you alone with your thougthts.

If there was one thing you had come to a conclusion for, it was that you were going to keep the baby.

Call it a motherly instinct, but you didn't have the heart to abandon an innocent soul.

It wasn't long before MC came back, calling you to come to the dining room. She had gotten your favourite takeaway hoping that it would cheer you up a little bit, and it did.

You smiled as you helped her set the table. As you guys were unpacking the food you decided to finally tell her what was going through your head.

"I'm going to keep the baby. I don't want to abandon an innocent soul and I've always wanted a child, it just didn't happen the way I would have hoped."

You said with a sad smile as you placed a hand on your stomach.

You had dreamed of having a family, more specifically with Caleb. In a way you got your wish, but it felt like fate was cruel for granting it the way they did.

You're still young, you don't even know if you'll even be a good mother. But there's one thing for sure, you have the best possible support system you could ever ask for.

MC's smile mirrored your own.

Dinner was spent in silence, it was comfortable. MC didn't push you for a conversation and you were grateful for that.

●・○・●・○・●・

It had been a week since the news, and now you were here standing in front of Akso Hospital.

You were feeling nervous, a part of you felt like you would be judged for the reason of your visit, but you knew that was just the anxiety talking.

Taking a deep breath you walked in, it was now or never.

The nurse at the reception desk was sweet, her tone and gaze held no judgement as she guided me to the examination room.

You got settled and just laid there staring at the ceiling, you tried to keep your thoughts positive and light, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Caleb.

What it would be like to have him here with you. Would he reassure you? Would he be as nervous as you are?

All these 'what ifs' that'll never become a reality. You could only hope that you could be enough for your child.

●・○・●・○・●・

Your appointment confirmed exactly what those pregnancy tests said, you were six weeks pregnant.

You knew Caleb was the father. He was your first, and honestly your last.

At this moment in time your heart didn't have the ability to love another. He was everything you wanted in a man.

Maybe I should re-evaluate what a man is.

You thought bitterly, but you chided yourself just as quickly as that thought came.

You didn't want to think of him that way or think negatively at all, not wanting those feelings to affect your health and bring any complications for your child.

"It's ok my baby, mommy and Aunty MC will make sure you never feel insecure about not having a father."

Your words were not only to comfort your child, but also to comfort yourself.

●・○・●・○・●・

6 weeks later

You were back at Akso Hospital again, this time it was for a follow up appointment.

MC had taken time off work to come with you this time, saying how it's part of her aunty duties.

It was cute, and it never failed to put a smile on your face when she would talk excitedly about all the things she would do with her future niece or nephew.

You had assumed this check up would be the same as the first one, just a normal procedure to make sure that the baby and mum are doing ok.

Boy were you in for a treat.

As your doctor moved the wand around your growing belly you noticed something on the screen that you didn't see last time.

"Congratulations! It seems you'll be having twins."

MC let out the loudest squeal known to man at the news, you could practically feel her excitement radiating off of her.

You matched her energy with a smile on your face.

I guess my little family just grew by one.

You thought to yourself.

"Would you guys like to know the gender or do you want to keep it a surprise?"

Your doctor asked. You personally wanted to keep it as a surprise because you could already see the gears turning in MC's head.

You knew exactly what she was planning and in all honesty, you wanted to let her have her way.

She was your rock and sole supporter through all of this, you would feel bad if you didn't let her do what she wanted.

"I'd like for it to be kept a secret but by all means let her know, I can tell she's dying of curiosity."

You let out a soft laugh, your doctor cleaned up the gel and helped you up.

MC gave you a big hug before you made your way outside.

It didn't take long before MC came skipping out the room, her smile was so bright you thought you might go blind.

That night MC treated you to dinner and insane amount of sweets, which totally satiated the cravings you were having.

●・○・●・○・●・

6 months later

You were in your final trimester, it was a relatively easy going pregnancy, if you ignore the fact that you feel like a walking balloon.

Most of your days were spent in bed as the weight of your stomach made it hard to move around too much.

It was times like these that it made you think of Caleb. Even though you had promised yourself that you wouldn't, but at the end of the day you were still madly in love with a man who ghosted you after your first time.

Crazy isn't it? Your heart was a fool in love while your brain tried to be the rational one, but every now and then you would give in to the thoughts of what would have happened if he didn't run off.

Would he be here helping you through all of this? If he were to come back, how would you confront him?

You could only pray that he didn't show up in front of you any time soon, because the moment he did you would give him a beating of a lifetime.

Your due date was somewhat nearby but not close enough yet. You had your hospital bag packed and a baby carrier all ready to go right by the door. That way you and MC wouldn't be scrambling around last minute trying to find everything.

You were feeling nervous, you didn't know what the delivery would be like and you worried for your babies, wondering if you could make up for the lack of father figure they would have in their life.

You had taken a look at the time and had noticed it was quite late and MC had yet to come back from work. Just as you were about to give her a call, you heard the sound of the door being unlocked.

MC walked in holding a multitude of things, the most obvious one being balloons that read Boy or Girl?

"Surprise!"

MC exclaims, you don't know if it was just you or the hormones but you started bawling. The love that you felt was immense, no words could explain it.

You waddled over to MC to help her but she waved you off and told you to take a seat on the couch as she set things up.

You waddled back to the couch and settled in to the cushions as MC worked quick with her set up.

As soon as she was done she set up her phone so that it would capture the background and us.

"We're gonna do this trend I saw on social media, so just follow my lead."

MC gave a brief explanation and you nodded in understanding.

"Hi I'm your Aunt MC and I think you guys are gonna be two beautiful baby girls."

You giggled, you knew that she already knew the genders but thought it was cute that she wanted to at least pretend that she didn't know.

"Hi my babies, I'm your mommy and I think you guys will be beautiful boy and girl."

You always wanted a daughter and a son, but you also would be happy with either gender as long as they were healthy.

"Okay, now we're gonna do the gender reveal. Take this glass and close your eyes, on the count of three we'll push it into the cakes and see what the genders are."

MC pushed one cake towards you and placed the other one in front of her.

Following her instructions, you placed the glass over the cake and closed your eyes.

"One, two, three!"

You brought the glass down and prayed you actually got some cake in there and not just frosting.

"Ok open your eyes!"

You could hear the smile in her voice.

You opened your eyes and looked at your glass and then MC's, they were both blue.

You pulled MC into a hug, you don't know if it was the hormones or the situation but you started crying, they were happy tears.

You felt so happy that you had such an amazing friend by your side, you didn't even wanna think what life would've been like if she wasn't in it.

In the midst of all the emotions and excitement you didn't notice the seat under you getting wet until you started to feel like you may have peed your pants.

You pulled back from MC and said,

"I think my water just broke."

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irb-pascalito-99 · 2 days ago

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I Can’t Quit You Babe

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (no outbreak AU)

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: After the events of the night before Joel plans on avoiding you at all costs. You have other plans.

Content Warnings: dbf!Joel, age gap romance, dirty pictures, phone sex, mutual masturbation

A/N: This is p2 of Father Figure. Thank you so much for all of the support on part one! I have s couple ideas for these two so I’ll probably have at least a couple more parts. I’m working on putting together a tag list so if you’d like to be added let me know!

Dividers thanks to @saradika-graphics

Joel should never have let things get as far as they had last night. He knew he was in trouble from the minute his hands held your cold face, but he couldn’t just leave you out there like that. How you ended up going from a conversation about your douchebag boyfriend to discussing his own embarrassing lack of a love life he still wasn’t sure, but it was all over from there.

What Joel does know is that he still can’t stop thinking about you in his lap. He can’t stop hearing your panting breaths and quiet moans. He can’t stop feeling the pressure of your hips against his, soaking his sweatpants with your wetness. He can’t stop picturing his best friend’s daughter on her knees in front of him, ready and willing to take his throbbing cock into her mouth.

The whole thing was so fucked up. He’d almost chalk it up to some debaucherous dream he had, if it weren’t for his stained sweatpants discarded on the floor of his bedroom and the cum stained boxers he used to clean himself up when he jerked off after you left. No, no decent man would have ever done what Joel did last night, which is why it can’t ever happen again.

He’d planned on avoiding you for a few days until things had cooled down a bit. Certainly you’d find a more suitable guy to move on to, someone your age who wasn’t buddies with your dad. He’d just give you some time to forget about that night, and that would be that.

When he left the next morning to pick Sarah up from her friend’s house he didn’t even glance in the direction of your house, too scared he might see you looking down at him from your bedroom window.

He tried not to think about you. He did his best to push you out of his mind completely and focus instead on the rotation of country music coming out of his stereo, but the tunes of Johnny Cash did nothing more than provide background noise to his racing thoughts. It was easier to quiet his mind when Sarah got in the truck. He listened to her enthusiastically share all of the details of her night, and carefully avoided the topic when she asked him about his. It isn’t until he gets home that he sees the message. His heart leaps into his throat when he sees who it’s from.

There, at the bottom of his chain of text messages with your father was a new message sent this morning.

I need you to come over sometime today, it’s important.

Suddenly Joel was having a hard time swallowing. Could he possibly know what happened? Did you tell him, upset that he’d kicked you out of his house last night? No, you’d never do that. At least he didn’t think you would, but what else could your father need to talk to him about?

He chances a glance across his yard to your house, your driveway where he picked you up off the ground last night. Your dad’s car is still parked in the same spot as when he pulled in last night. The curtains are drawn so he can’t tell what he might be walking into over there.

“Hey Sarah, I gotta go over to the neighbor’s house for a bit. You gonna be okay?” Joel calls to his daughter as she unlocks the front door of their house.

“Yeah, see you later.” She says without a second thought.

Joel hasn’t even made it to your porch before he hears the yelling inside. He can feel the life draining out of his face. He forgets how to breathe and stops in his tracks.

He should turn back now. Take the coward’s way out. He could text your dad and say he’s sick, but how long would it be before the man came pounding at his door demanding answers. He couldn’t have that conversation in front of Sarah.

It takes all the strength Joel has in himself to finish the last few steps to the door. He’s still thinking of running when he knocks on the door.

“I don’t need you to find me something to do! It’s my life! I can figure things out for myself!” Your argument comes closer to the door so Joel can now make out the words.

“It may be your life, but you’re living it under my roof!” He hears your father yell.

“It’s only been a couple of months, dad!” You shout at your father over your shoulder as you open the door for Joel. He can’t make sense of what’s happening right now, but he’s immediately bright into the middle of it.

“Joel!” Your father says the second he spots his friend. “Back me up on this, she should be at least looking for a job shouldn’t she?”

Joel feels immediate relief was over him once he realizes the fight actually has nothing to do with him. Both you and your father look at Joel expectantly. Is this what he called him over for?

“I-“ Joel glances between your father and you. You’re standing next to him with your arms crossed and a death glare pointed in his direction. “I don’t know I’m the right person to ask…”

“No, come on Joel. We want your opinion.” You say. “My dear old dad here is upset that I moved back two months ago and still don’t know what I’m going to do with my life.”

“Can’t say I have an opinion either way.” Joel says, trying to maneuver his way out of the conversation. “I just came here to-“

“What if it was Sarah?” You interrupt. “Would you be pressuring her to make the biggest decision of her life because you want your giant house to yourself again?”

“Now hold on a minute!” Your father interjects. Joel is debating whether or not he should just slink and leave you two to your argument. Surely he could find a subtle way to suggest he come back later. “I never said you had to plan your career, but something even part time might give you something to do all day other than mope around about that good for nothing boyfriend of yours.”

Joel sees your body tense at the mention of your boyfriend, not so much that your father would notice from the distance he’s at, but enough for Joel to take note of the action.

“I’d rather die than work part-time at your company!” You’re starting to yell again.

“I never said you had to work for my company. It could be anything.” Your father responds exasperatedly. “Joel, you wouldn’t happen to have something for her would you?”

You whip around to look at Joel now. He should have snuck away when he had the chance.

“At the shop, not much right now.” Joel’s eyes flit back and forth between the two faces in front of him.

“What about at home? A lawnmower? A babysitter?” Your eyes are practically pleading for him to decline your father’s offer, but Joel has a feeling he won’t be letting up easily.

“I don’t know, maybe…” Joel scratches the back of his neck and does his best to avoid your gaze.

“Perfect! I’ll have her text you to set something up.” Joel’s still wondering how he got dragged into this even as your father pulls his phone out to text Joel’s contact information over to you.

“Nice going,” you mutter under your breath. You huff a displeased note in your father’s direction and walk away, leaving Joel standing awkwardly in front of the open doorway.

“Don’t mind her,” your father says, waving you off. “Come in, thanks for coming over.”

Joel stumbles into the household. Your father closes the front door beside him and directs the two of them over to the kitchen.

“Was there something else you needed, or…”

“Oh, yeah! Sorry, weird morning.” Your father changes paths. He directs Joel to the garage, stopping him in front of the water heater in the corner. “My daughter was saying the water wasn’t getting hot this morning when she was trying to take a shower. I took a look, but you know how I am with these things. I was hoping you might be able to help me figure it out before I have to call a plumber.”

Joel feels a tension in his shoulders release. Plumbing issues he could solve. He pushes away the image of you trying to take a shower this morning as he steps up to the water heater.

“Yeah, I’ll give it a look. You know I can’t promise that I’ll be able to fix it myself though.” Joel says.

“It’s worth a shot.” Your dad responds. “You gonna be okay here with my kid? The company called and they need me to come in and look over some numbers for one of our new accounts.”

Alone. In your house. With you. Joel can’t imagine there being any way that can end well, but he can’t find a reasonable excuse to tell your father. Joel shrugs.

“She’ll probably stay out of your way. She’s mad at me right now anyway so I imagine she’ll sulk in her room for a while longer.” Joel grunts in response. “Daughters, what are you going to do, you know?”

Joel doesn’t love the way your dad is talking about you right now. He couldn’t imagine talking about Sarah that way, but it’s not really any of his business either.

“Anyway, I appreciate this. Let me know if you need anything!” Joel waves goodbye as your dad walks away and then gets started with the water heater.

He doesn’t hear you when you slip in the garage through the door he opened when he left to get his tools from his house. He doesn’t see you prop yourself up on a stool in the corner to watch him. He doesn’t notice the way your eyes transfix on him, watching his hands flex and the gleam of sweat on his neck as he fiddles with your ancient water heater.

“How’s it looking?” You ask. Joel jumps at the sound and hits his head on the side of the metal water heater.

“How long you been there?” He asks as he runs his hand over his head.

“Not long.” You respond.

“You didn’t say anything?”

“Was just admiring the view.” You say playfully. You even shoot a wink in his direction. Joel scowls, returning back to his work in a desperate attempt to ignore your advances.

He feels relief at first when he hears you get up off your stool behind him, but then he feels the warmth of your body next to him.

“Stop that.” Joel says. He’s trying not to look at you, certain it would somehow give away the thoughts lingering in the back of his mind.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tease and scoot closer to him.

Your chest is practically pressed against his back while you watch him work. Joel feels his pants tightening. If this goes on any longer he might not be able to control what happens next.

A piece of him wants to turn around and kiss you right here. He wants to hear you beg for him while he pins you against the wall, but the garage door is still open. One look from the neighbors right now and the cat is out of the bag. Joel coughs and stands up. He crosses over to your father’s work bench against the wall.

“So are we going to talk about last night or…” That’s actually the last thing Joel wants to do.

He doesn’t want to discuss that with you ever. He’d hoped maybe you’d still be upset enough from the rest of the events that night that you’d just drop it. However with the way you’ve been flirting with him since your dad left it makes sense it would come up eventually.

“You didn’t tell your dad about what happened with that boy.” He glances at you with his head still lowered.

He tries to keep the conversation nonchalant. Maybe this way he can keep it directed away from what the two of you did after said boy left. Apparently you have other plans.

“I also didn’t tell him I fucked his friend right after. What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” Joel can’t remember how to breathe. Did anyone hear that? For fuck’s sake anyone could be walking by right now.

Joel looks at you with wide eyes and scans the sunny neighborhood street only feet away from your conversation.

“Relax, nobody is paying attention to us.” You chide. You move close to Joel again and whisper in his ear. “I still smell like you, you know. I don’t know if you heard but our water heater wasn’t working so I haven’t been able to rinse away the reminder of you.”

Gently your teeth bite down on his earlobe and tug. A shiver runs down Joel’s spine. Instantly he’s back in his kitchen chair. Your hips grinding on his. Your moans filling the air. Your teeth release his ear so your tongue can run down the side of his neck. Your hands travel down his chest, to the hem of his shirt. They travel just underneath to glance upon the bare skin of his stomach. Your fingers graze the waistband of his jeans. It feels so fucking-

A nearby lawn mower starts and Joel remembers where he is. How many people could stumble upon what’s happening in your father’s garage. What the hell is he doing?

“This can’t happen.” Joel jumps away and motions between the two of you. “We can’t happen. You hear me? It’s best if we both just forget and move on.”

Joel crosses back over to the water heater. You stare into the back of his head as he confronts his work.

“What if I don’t want to just forget and move on?” You ask. Joel still doesn’t look at you.

“Guess there’s nothing I can do about that, but it ain’t happening again.”

“Joel, you made me feel more in three minutes than I ever did in three years with that guy.” Joel’s cold exterior melts a bit when he hears the emotion in your voice, but he has to stay strong. It’s for your own good. Even if you can’t see that.

“Trust me, it wasn’t me you were into.” Joel says quietly. “You’ll find someone else to get you off. Someone age appropriate.”

“I’m not asking you for a relationship or anything. I just want to finish what we started.” You plead.

“There’s nothing to finish.” Joel snaps.

“You’re honestly telling me you felt nothing? That you haven’t thought about last night at all?” He doesn’t answer. Obviously he’s thought about it. He can’t stop thinking about it. He’d never admit it to you though. The question lingers in the air until finally you can’t wait any longer.

“Fine then,” You huff. You push away from Joel, walking back to the door connecting the garage to the house. Just before you walk back inside you call out in his direction. “Don’t worry about finding some job for me around your place. I’ll find some lie to tell my dad. I wouldn’t want you to have to spend more time with me than necessary.”

You slam the door behind you. Joel feels bad that he hurt you, but it’s probably better that he did now before things got more complicated. He tries not to think about you sulking in your room as he finishes up what he was doing.

When he finishes up he codes the garage door and heads back into the house. Your father is still gone, and you are nowhere to be seen, but the music coming from upstairs tells Joel that you’re probably in your room as he expected.

Joel tests the water using the kitchen faucet. He hums to himself in satisfaction as the stream starts to rise. Joel turns the faucet off again and is prepared to leave when his mind wanders back to you, upstairs alone and angry.

His feet seem to have a mind of their own. They walk up the steps, down the hallway, stand in front of your door, and then Joel finds himself knocking.

Your music is so loud there’s a chance you didn’t hear him. Joel almost hopes you didn’t. That way he could sneak away from whatever dumb thing he was about to say to you. Why did he decide to come up here anyway? He turns to leave when the volume of your music lowers and the door opens.

Joel stands like an idiot in your doorway. He hadn’t thought about what to say. He hadn’t really thought at all.

“I um,” Joel clears his throat. “I’m just headed out. Water’s working again, so you should be good.”

“Thanks.” You spit back at him. He nods, still standing there awkwardly. “That all?”

“I’m sorry, for being so cold.” Joel finds himself saying. “Obviously I thought about it. It seems to be all I can think about. That doesn't mean I wasn’t right when I said it had to stop.”

You look like you’re about to argue again, so Joel holds a hand up to stop you. He has to get it all out. You have to understand.

“I’m old enough to be your father darlin’.” Your face falls as he continues. “What happened last night was special and I’ll bring the memory of that to my grave, but that’s all it can be, a memory.”

Joel watches your shoulders slump. That’s that then. Case closed. He turns away before he can take anything back.

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As Joel finally lays down for the night, exhausted from hardly sleeping the night before and eager to put the day’s sordid mess behind him, his phone buzzes on the nightstand. He groans and reaches over to read it, just to make sure it isn’t actually important.

He doesn’t recognize the number, and the picture attached nearly gives him a heart attack. A woman is sprawled out on a bed. One hand rests against her chin, two fingers slip slightly between her lips. The other hand trails down beneath the waistband of her bright red lacy panties, the only clothing still on her body. Her breasts are on full display, as well as a deep purple mark on her collarbone. It’s the mark that confirms his suspicions as to who could be sending him this photo out of nowhere. After all, Joel is the one who left that mark on your skin last night.

Joel’s thumb moves along the curve of your breasts in the picture. You’re a goddamn masterpiece, that’s for sure. He should delete the picture. He should text you an angry message back, chastising you for your blatant disregard of anything he has said earlier in the day, but Joel finds himself transfixed on the photo.

He didn’t get to see your body last night. Maybe that was a blessing, because now that he has Joel doesn’t know if he’ll ever stop thinking about it. Are you thinking about him as you touch yourself? You must be if you’re sending him this picture.

He‘s almost tempted to sneak across the street and give you exactly what he knows you’re begging for. You really are so close. It wouldn’t be that hard to get over there, but how would he get back without your dad finding out?

Joel is debating all of his options when his phone rings. Your number flashes across his screen as it buzzes in his hand. First the picture and now you’re calling him? You really are desperate. Joel hates how much that turns him on. His body acts of its own accord when he suddenly swipes to answer the call.

A loud breathy moan greets him the second he brings the phone to his ear. Holy fuck that sounds good. Joel mutters a silent thank you to the heavens that Sarah is already asleep.

“Fuck darlin’. The hell do you think you’re-“ He can hear the squelch of your fingers undoubtedly pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. “God damn, you trying to fucking kill me?”

You don’t answer him, just moan out again as you continue what you’re doing. Joel groans as he palms the hardening bulge in his boxers. He should hang up. He already has let this go on longer than it should, but he can’t hang up anymore than he could stop you grinding on his lap last night.

“Oh God, Joel.” You moan out. Joel growls at the sound of his name on your lips. He feels the last piece of him holding on to morality dissipate. Every argument he had about why this is a bad idea is immediately forgotten and replaced with an animalistic urge.

You whimper on the other end of the phone and Joel starts to rip his boxers down his legs. His cock springs forward once it’s free of the confines of his underwear. He spits in his hand and uses the precome leaking from his swollen tip to slowly stroke his aching cock.

He lets out a moan of his own, the sound mingling with the melody of your continued pleasure. His mind will be replaying the sound for the rest of his days.

“Joel, fuck, please. I want you so bad.” You plead. He tightens his grip on his length and pumps himself harder.

“Yeah, you want this cock baby girl?” He asks darkly. He can’t believe he’s doing this. But what does it matter if he plays into your little game now? He’s already fucked either way.

“Yes, please. Joel, please I want you so bad.” Joel loves the way you beg.

“I know you do honey,” Joel tuts. “But I don’t think you deserve it. Now do you? Been so fucking naughty. Sending me dirty pictures. Calling me all hot and bothered after I told you this couldn’t happen.”

He pictures you on your bed just across the yard. Your fingers pumping in and out of your wet pussy. It should be his fingers doing that to you.

“Please, I’ll be good,” you whimper. “I’ll be your good girl. I’ll do anything, just please fuck me.”

“Sorry honey, not tonight you know we can’t.” He can hear you whine on the other end of the line.

Joel grips his cock harder and twists his hand as it pulls up on his shaft. He’s already so close. You seem to have that effect on him. Even last night, he nearly came in his pants watching your head fall back in pleasure the way it did.

“You want to be my good girl?” You’re so fucked out at this point that you don’t even form actual words in response to his question. You simply moan out instead. “Alright sugar, be a good girl and match my pace then. Ready? C’mon now, in”

You moan loudly, a squelching sound in the background as he assumes you push your fingers inside of you. Joel thrusts his hips up into his hands at the same time.

He keeps his motions in time with the instructions he gives you over the phone. You’re a blubbering mess on the other end of the line. His fucked out little slut, fucking herself with her own fingers at his instruction.

When Joel closes his eyes he can almost imagine it’s your walls squeezing him like this. He pictures the way you looked grinding in his lap. He listens intently to your moans as you near your climax. It’s not as good as the real thing, but Joel doesn’t think he could ever recover from getting that.

“That’s right baby, that’s right. Keep going sweetheart. Being such a good girl right now.” Joel rasps. He’s fucking his hips up into his hands hard and fast now.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Joel, I’m going to fucking come.”

“That’s it baby, come for me. Lemme hear it.” His words seem to be the thing that pushes you over the edge. You let out one final loud moan, then he hears you panting into the phone.

Joel pictures the way your body is probably twitching in your twin bed right now, your dad sound asleep just down the hall. You whimper Joel’s name as you start to come down.

He groans out your name and squeezes his eyes tight as he thinks of your face. Your knees on the ground. Your hands crawling up his lap. With just a few more thrusts into his hand Joel finds his own release. Warm ropes of come spill across his hand and stomach.

“Fuck baby girl, that was good.” He sighs. He opens his eyes again. “What a fucking mess.”

“You know if I were there I could clean it up for you.” You reply, the teasing lilt from earlier coming back to your voice. “If you’d fucked me like I asked you could’ve come wherever you want.”

Joel groans. He cannot keep encouraging this. “Not gonna happen kiddo.”

“Kiddo? A minute ago I was your good girl and now I’m kiddo? You really know how to bruise a girl’s ego.” He can hear the rustle of bed sheets as you move around in bed.

“Ain’t nothing to do with you. We just shouldn’t be doing this in the first place. I got ahead of myself a couple of times, but it’s over.” He waits for you to respond, but is greeted with silence instead. What kind of game are you playing? “Do you hear me? This was the last time.”

“Yeah yeah, I hear you.” You grumble finally. “Can I at least get a picture?”

“A picture?” He asks.

“A picture, of the mess you made listening to me.” Joel feels the tips of his ears go red.

He’s never sent a nude picture to anyone before. Sure he’d hooked up with a couple of women since Sarah’s mom left, but usually he kept it to women from the bars. No phone numbers exchanged. No dates. He kept it simple and unattached. Now here he was with a girl half his age asking him to send pictures of his come.

“I-I don’t-“

“Please, I sent you a picture. You owe me.” Fuck, fuck it.

Joel moves his phone from his shoulder with the hand that isn’t covered in his release to take a picture. He doesn’t bother looking at it before sending it, not wanting to get in his head about what it looks like. He’s only sending it because you sent a picture first. After Joel presses send he brings the phone back up to his ear and grabs some tissue to clean himself off.

“Holy shit Joel, you’re huge.” Joel feels himself blushing again. “Maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t fuck. I don’t know if that thing would’ve fit inside me.”

“Never had any problems before.” Joel says without thinking.

“You having second thoughts?“ you jest. “I can sneak you in through the back door.”

“What and have your father kill me when he wakes up in the middle of the night and walks in on me fucking you in his house?” Joel responds. “No, no I’m serious whatever this is it’s over.”

He throws the tissue away in the trash bin by his bed and lays down.

“Whatever you say old man, but just so you know the door is always open.” Joel’s heart stopped beating. He’s certain of it this time. “Goodnight Joel.”

He keeps the phone against his ear for several more minutes after the beep indicates you’ve hung up.

Joel is so fucked.

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mapofsouthdakota · 3 days ago

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Maps headcanons -

🧡 Caleb left you another letter II

Caleb’s smutty letter

Details: 550ish words of Caleb’s smutty letter to you. Yandere stuff, possessive stuff. Name kink, plus hints at a few others I think he has. He makes me feral. 18+ y’all very explicit notinoti stuff. (Kinda want to write another name kink hc for him now lol) Enjoy lol.

You wake alone.

The sheets are still warm where he slept—the dent of his body still curled toward yours, the way he always ends up even when he swears he won’t “cling like a koala.” Morning light seeps in around the edges of the curtain, but the space beside you is empty.

Except for a letter.

It’s folded once, carefully. Placed right where your shoulder had been, like he timed it to kiss your skin just after he left.

The paper smells like him—like sandalwood and mouthwash and something only you ever get this close to. Your name is scrawled on the front in that familiar, curling script.

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Hey, beautiful

If you’re reading this, you’ve probably just woken up. I hope you stretched out into my spot, stole all the pillows and kicked the blanket off your legs like you always do. I hope you’re still sore.

God, I hope you’re sore.

I’ve been trying to focus on The Tunnel, trying to think about logistics, flight paths, literally anything else… but my brain keeps sliding back to you. To last night.

The way you sounded. The way you moved. The way you felt.

When you were wrapped around me like the space between us had never been meant to exist at all… Every breath, every shift of your hips, every broken sound you didn’t mean to make.

Do you even know how hard it is not to come the second I hear that little gasp you make?

I keep replaying the way your fingers dug into my back, the way your thighs shook when I told you not to stop. The way your mouth looked when you didn’t listen. You looked at me like you wanted to ruin me… and I think you did. Because now all I can think about is coming back and doing it again. Slower. Rougher. Deeper.

And… the way you scream my name.

I want to hear it again. And again. I want it raw and breathless… I want to pull it out of you until it’s the only word you remember. There’s nothing sweeter. Nothing more mine.

So don’t hold back. Not when you scream my name. Not when your nails dig in. If you want to make me bleed, make me bleed. I don’t care if you leave scars down my spine—I’ll wear them like proof that I belong to you. Every sound, every scratch, every mark. Yours.

Because I want it. All of it. I want you clawing at me like you need me to stay inside you forever. Your thighs shaking around my hips while you beg. Your nails in my back, your teeth on my shoulder. I want you soaked, wrecked, owning me without even trying.

I want to come with your name in my mouth and your nails in my skin—want to be drained, so deep inside you I forget where I end. I want to fall apart between your legs and still stay hard just from the sound of your voice.

Fuck.

You make it so hard to leave, you know that?

Are you touching yourself right now? (If you are, don’t stop. Pretend it’s me. I’ll pretend it’s you every second until I’m back. Fair trade, yeah?)

Say my name, and I’ll say yours. Whisper it like I’m there, and I swear I’ll breathe yours like a prayer out here in the dark. Over and over. Until I can come back and say it against your skin.

Try not to miss me too much.

Yours—thinking about the way your mouth shapes around my name,

Caleb

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Say my name again

Fold secrets in the sweat

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#i love this song sm it annoys me>:(#product of proofreading I’m sorry(:#fuckin painful signal wrecked me endlessly #caleb love and deepspace #love and deepspace #lnds caleb #lads caleb #you x caleb #reader x caleb #floating floraletter #spring and flowers #love and deepspace smut #caleb smut

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lexumpysfunland · 3 days ago

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Fan arts

Alright it's finally over... took me so damn long but I did it, I took almost every one that submitted something so maybe I'll make an additional post on another day where I draw them :') But for now, I shall post what I did, in the order I got them

starting with @britishbiscuits ! Though I would've loved to draw them both, I drew 724 :'0 maybe next time I'll draw both

@tspstuff goes next with Francis! I would've drawn Nge again, but I drew him the other day- so have your Francis x'D

@narrating-the-narrator is next! I hope I didn't mess up with the design, if I did, please tell me so I can fix it-

@unorchido and the wonderful Amadeo! I love how silly they are~/pos

@thenamesmobu is next! I never had the opportunity to draw one of your designs, so I'm finally fixing that mistake/silly I love the fact that they have vitiligo

@finnleyandsillys and the Overseer! It's like drawing Walter again/j/silly hehe na more seriously he's really nice to draw and I still can't wait to see where they go from here!

@xenon784 is next! I have to say I don't see a lot of narrators with wings, so I had to give it a try! Hopefully I did him justice... but you're the one to judge my skills on that ;v;

next is @codenamedgalahad ! I remember seeing your design quite a few times, so I'm happy to draw him! I feel like I made him look like a businessman more than anything though ,help me x)

@ember-nby ! youuuu!! I'll say it, I love the idea of having a narrator that's more feminine! Even if you don't have a ref yet, it was so nice to draw him!

@nineparlor69 and their Stanley! The only Stanley I drew today- he looks like a cutie, so I made him look like so... don't know if I did him justice though... if not I'm sorry ;-;

@robygoonn2 ! a very nice design you have. Some details I may have failed to do or notice, so I may have improvised here and there... if something is off, please tell me!

@bucketfullofstrawberries and the iconic Edgar! I can FINALLY take that opportunity to draw them- the number of times I wanted to but gave up is unfair- I give him a hug if they're fine with rats/silly

@paper-possum-party-pal with the director! I really like the idea you had with this fella, I like the Director :D I made them look more evil than needed I think, but I was inspired-

And the last is @otto-oracle with Leer! he seems so friendly- tell me I can give him a hug 🥺

And that's all I have for today, guys! it was so fun drawing all of your sillies, and though I'm drained for today, I'll have to go back to Walter before he's angry at me/j naa for real I'll take a little time off until my next post like usual... if I can stay still that is/silly

Thank you all for your contributions! As said at the top, I'll see if I can make a little addition to that post to draw the few that were left as well, but for now, it's all I can do （；´д｀）ゞ

#thank you guys #it was so fun to do y'all #I may do that again in the future #but for now “that's all folks”#tsp #drawing #tsp narrator #tspud #doodles #narratorverse #tsp art #tsp stanley #the stanley parable narrator #the stanley parable #lexumpy's art

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nakidoriii · 3 days ago

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In the Middle- Part 3

GeGo x Reader Mini Series

Warning: smut, squirting, cumming inside, male/male blowjob, threesome. || MDNI

Parts 1 and 2!

Art: Pintrest (if you know the artist feel free to tag.)

“Y/N, you didn’t…..” Utahime sighed.

“Oh, she did…” Shoko says while exhaling cigarette smoke.

You and the girls were sitting by the fountain in the courtyard. It was the day after your spontaneous endeavor with Gojo and Geto. You had just told the news to Shoko and Utahime. You didn’t want to tell anybody but you had to tell them.

“So let me get this straight… you let the snowman hit?” Utahime clarifies.

“Well, not exactly….. just my mouth.” You mumble.

Shoko lets out a laugh while Utahime covers her ears.

“I don’t want to know the details but thanks for telling us.” Utahime admits.

“Yea, we had a feeling that Geto liked you. He’d always ask us about you but we told him you weren’t looking to date. We had no idea about Gojo though.” Shoko also admits.

“I’m honestly glad it happened the way it did. I think it was just a one time thing.” You say.

“Oh it definitely won’t be, knowing them.” Shoko says as she starts walking away.

“What do you mean by that?” You say as Utahime starts following her.

“I don't really need to explain! Keep us updated though!” She yells as she walks off with Utahime to their next class.

You start walking to the food court, thinking about whether or not you should text the boys. Would that be weird? Is that clingy? It hasn't even been 24 hours yet.

“Y/N!”

You quickly turn your head to see Gojo with his usual toothy grin. You look him up and down taking in his outfit. He had on baggy cargo jeans and loose fitted graphic tee and silver accessories. These pieces were definitely out of Geto’s closet. He had a pep in his step as he walked up to you…more than usual of course.

“Heyyy.” You sing in response.

He casually throws his arm around your shoulders and starts walking with you. Almost every girl in sight has their eyes burning through you. I’m sure they are curious to know when this happened.

“How’s my favorite girl? You sore at all?” He asks loud enough so that only you can hear.

You laugh and say, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would, that’s why I asked.” He pouts, sighs and says, “I never got a turn yesterday.”

“Ahh, that’s why you’re shouting my name across campus. Yea, that makes sense.” You say sarcastically.

“Oh, my bad. Are we keeping this a secret? That’s no fun.” He teases.

“Your fangirls are already staring holes into me just because you’re touching me.” You say under your breath.

Gojo’s hand slides down your arm and onto your waist, pulling you closer to him as you two walk. He’s trying to get a rise out of these girls.

“I’m hoping it motivates you to come over. Is it working?” He says as he flashes you his pearly whites.

“Maybe a little.” You laugh at his sheer dedication to get into your pants. “What about Geto though?”

Gojo stops you in your tracks and lets out a, “Hmm” as he thinks. He bends down, placing his glossed lips next to your ear and says, “He wouldn’t mind if we got started early.”

Those words send sparks down to your center, causing you to clench your legs together as you stand in front of him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about how Gojo is in bed. All you two did was give each other head and that was mostly because you couldn’t last another round.

“Under one condition.” You state.

“Anything.” He pleads.

“Since you’re derailing my whole day, it’s gotta be worth it. I’m cumming multiple times, got it?” You demand.

Gojo bites his lip in anticipation. Now you’re speaking his language.

“Yes ma’am. Let me call Suguru so I can let him know what will be waiting when he gets home. Ugh! Just thinking about you both is making me really excited.” He says giddily as he dials his best friend's number. “Suguru, meet us at the apartment. Y/Ns gonna be there. We’re getting started without you……. Yes, I’ll be gentle…..She said she wanted to multiple times…….Hahaha, yea I’ll snap a couple photos, you know me……See you soon.”

He hangs up the phone and starts leading you to his place. Gojo couldn’t keep his hands off of you during the whole walk. He would stand directly behind you knowing you’d feel his bulge on the small of your back. He’d whisper sweet nothings directly in your ear on the train. He wanted you soaked by the time you got to his place, calling it the “foreplay before the foreplay.” The moment you get to his front door, he pins your back to it. One of his hands is already sliding past the waistband of your panties, the other unlocking the door.

“G-Gojo, let's get inside first.” Your protest grows into a moan as his finger glides past your clit.

He opens the door, causing both of you to scuffle into the apartment. He uses his free hand to close the door. Articles of clothes get flung to different areas of his shared apartment as you two make your way to his bedroom. You crawl into his bed wearing only your bra and panties. He grabs your ankles and pulls you back to the edge of the bed. You squeal as he pries your legs open.

“Your panties are soaked.” He admires his work before he pulls them down your long legs.

You run your hands through his unpigmented hair as he licks up and down your folds. His hands pressed on the back of your thighs, lifting your legs up so he could have full access to your most sensitive parts. Gojo loved getting a reaction out of you and he planned to get so much more than that out of you.

“Satoruuu!” You moaned as he sucked on your clit.

This jump started Gojo’s pulse. He had never heard you call him by his first name, it kinda just slipped out. He spits on your puffy lips and slides two fingers in you. Your lips part from the new feeling inside you.

“Ugh, I love that! Say it again, baby. Who’s making you feel this good?” He says in between your folds.

“Mmmhnn, S-Satoru!” You moan as you throw your head back.

It was getting hard for you to keep your legs open as he fingered you, moving his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion. He pried your legs open with his free hand as he continued eating you out, making that knot form in your stomach.

“Mmm.” he moaned as if he was receiving pleasure from this.

He picks up the pace knowing that you're close.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cuumm!” You say as you push his face deeper into your folds. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as waves of pleasure crash over you.

He held you down as you rode out your orgasm, moaning his name the entire time. He slides his fingers out of you and starts kissing all over your body. Before you could open your eyes, you felt two more hands on your body.

“You did so good, Satoru.” Geto says right before slipping his tongue into Gojo’s mouth.

You don’t think you could ever get used to watching them kiss like this. It turns you on more than anything. The way Geto teasingly bites Gojo’s lip or how Gojo smiles during their kisses, it’s really fucking hot to you.

“She tastes so good, my God.” Geto moans as Gojo kisses his neck.

You sit up and start unbuttoning both their pants as they make out and feel each other up. You couldn’t take your eyes off them as you pulled their boxers to their knees. You spit on both their dicks and start stroking.

“What a good girl.” Gojo moans as both their attentions shift to you.

You take Geto down your throat as you continue to stroke Gojo with your hand. You look up at Geto as you moan with him down your throat. You take Geto from your throat and replace it with Gojo’s throbbing member, going back and forth between the best friends.

“How should I fuck her, Suguru?” Gojo asks as he caresses your jawline.

“I think she should be on top. I wanna see both of your pretty faces when you cum.” Geto states.

Gojo smirks as he lays down on his bed. He grabs onto your hips as you position yourself on top of him. You line up the tip of his dick with your entrance and slowly lower yourself down on his hard member.

“Shit.” You say under your breath.

You couldn’t believe how tight you were considering Geto had fucked you out yesterday. Gojo’s lips were slightly parted as your walls adjusted around him. You start to grind your hips back and forth, feeling the tip of Gojo’s dick rubbing against your cervix. He grinds his hips back towards you making you squirm. His fingers were pressing into your hips making sure he had control of your movements. You pick up the pace and start bouncing on it.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Show Suguru how good you ride my dick.” Gojo moans.

Suguru chuckles at this statement. He undresses fully as he watches his best friend slide in and out of you. Gojo was making direct eye contact with Geto as he slapped your ass, almost like he was luring him in. Geto saunters over with his dick in hand. You watch as Geto runs his hand through Gojo’s hair, making Gojo look up at him.

“Be a good boy and show y/n how you suck me off.” Suguru's voice weighed down with lust.

Your eyes grow wide at Geto’s statement. Gojo opens his mouth with his tongue out. He looks up at his best friend with pleading eyes, begging Geto to put his dick in his mouth. Geto slides his hard member between Gojo’s lips as you ride him. You throw your head back and moan, “Fuuck, I can't get enough of you two.”

Geto shifts his attention to you while Gojo pleases him. You start running your hands up and down your breasts and body as you ride Gojo. You wanted to entice him.

“You like watching me ride your best friend's dick?” The question slides off your tongue like silk.

Geto bites his lip and says, “Yea, but I wanna watch you cum on it.”

He places his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you into a heated kiss with him. Gojo moans on Geto’s dick as he watches you two make out. You couldn’t help but to moan into Geto’s mouth as your tongues caressed each other. His hand slides down your stomach and goes to your clit. He starts rubbing tight circles on it, making you pull away from the kiss.

“Hah!- Suguru!!” You moan as he gives your clit the attention it was looking for.

Geto was dominating both you and Gojo, at the same damn time. Gojo sees this and starts bucking his hips up into you at a faster rate. He couldn’t let Suguru be responsible for the orgasm you were getting close to.

“Satoru, fuuckk!! Oh my god, I-I’m so close.” You whine. Your walls clench around Gojo’s cock which caused him to moan on Geto’s dick. All three of you were so close.

“Make us cum, Satoru. Ugh, fuck! We’re so close.” Geto says as he presses his forehead up against yours.

Geto was not letting up on your clit. The amount of pleasure both of these men were giving you was sending you over the edge. You felt an unbelieve amount of pressure in your lower abdomen.

“Suguuurrruu!! Fuck, Saattooruuu!!” You screamed as you squirt.

The moment your juices got on them, both Gojo and Geto were pushed over the edge. Gojo busted first, painting your walls with thick warm ropes of his cum. His aquamarine eyes were rolled to the back of his head as his cheeks grew pink from the amount of pleasure. Watching this caused Geto to paint Satoru’s blushing face with his thick ropes of cum. All three of you were out of breath, over stimulated, and covered in each other's cum.

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aperrywilliams · 9 hours ago

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1000 Times (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader) - Part I

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Author Masterlist

Part I | Part II | Part III

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader.

Summary: Your mom is getting married, and you have to come back to your hometown for the wedding. There is a little problem, though: you told her months ago you have a boyfriend, and now she wants to meet him at the wedding. Your best friend, Spencer, who happens to be the guy you are in love with, too, offers to help you with your problem. If you say yes, will things work out like they are supposed to?

Word Count - Part I: 4.6k.

Warnings: Fluff/Angst/Smut/Angst/Fluff (I think that order is correct). Minors DNI. The smut is not detailed and mostly implied (Part II). Reader and Spencer are idiots in love. Reader’s dad died. Reader has poor and unhealthy family relationships, especially with her mom. Cheating is mentioned (in a past Reader’s relationship). There are discussions about child trauma. If I forgot something, let me know. I tried to use (Y/N) only when necessary. I really tried.

A/N: I’m not a big fan of the fake relationship trope, but the idea of Spencer and Reader struggling to figure out and communicate each other's true feelings got me to give it a shot. Three parts, just because I didn't want to post 15k in one go. Tell me your thoughts.

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'Eyes on the ground But I can't look up now I don't wanna give it away My secret In another life, my teeth and tongue Would speak aloud what until now I've only sung.'

People usually can define you as a joyful person who offers words of encouragement to anyone who needs them. Everyone loves your sense of humor, and your laughter is so contagious that it's hard to be sad around you.

But today, Spencer notices something is off, not only because he is a good profiler but also because he always focuses all his attention on you, no matter where or when.

To say that Spencer has a crush on you is an understatement. After having known each other for 4 years and being friends almost from day one, it's virtually evident to everyone - except you - that Spencer is madly in love with you. Although he will never act on it, he's content knowing you consider him your best friend. It has to be enough for him.

As you're sitting at your desk, your eyes are lost in the first page of one of the files you need to go over. You scan the words, but you're not paying any attention. You're so distracted that you don't realize when Spencer stands next to you with two cups of coffee.

"Good morning," he says, voice soft because he knows your head is somewhere else.

Hearing his voice makes you immediately look up at him. The frown creasing on your face morphs into a more relaxed expression.

"Morning, Spencer."

Knowing he has your attention, Spencer places one cup of steamy coffee on your desk.

"I thought you might need it."

"Thank you. You are my lifesaver." You take the cup between your hands. The smell is so inviting that you don't care if it is still hot; you take a sip nonetheless.

Having Spencer around can make any moment a better one, even if your mood is sad or sour. Even though Spencer can read you well enough to know something is off with you today.

"Will you tell me what's bothering you?"

You huff, a pout forming on your lips. Of course, Spencer Reid would notice.

"Is it that obvious?"

Spencer considers his answer for a moment.

"If I lie, will make it better?"

"Maybe?"

"So, no. It's not that obvious."

A groan escapes your lips because you don't want to feel bitter, much less spread it to others.

"Great."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head. "I don't think so. I mean -" You look around and see your coworkers already at their desks. "I don't feel as if opening up here could be a good idea."

Spencer nods in understanding.

"We can go for a walk if you want. I don't think Hotch would mind since today is only paperwork," he offers. You look at Spencer gratefully for having someone like him as a friend. And even though you would prefer having him as something more than a friend, you'll never tell him that. You won't risk your friendship with Spencer because if you lose him, it will be unbearable to you.

"Okay. Good idea."

Once you're walking across the park, Spencer tries to address the topic again. You pause for a moment, thinking about how to explain yourself. Stopping at a bench under a big tree, you take a seat, bouncing your legs as you collect your thoughts. Spencer sits next to you and waits. He won't pressure you. You know he won't.

"It's silly," you start with a humorless laugh. "Pretty silly, to be honest."

"I don't think it's silly if you feel bothered about that. You can tell me," Spencer reassures. You sigh in defeat.

"My mom called me yesterday."

Spencer knows that family is a hard topic for you. The times you have talked about it, you have made clear that your relationship with your mom and older brothers has never been pretty good—the opposite, actually. After your dad passed away when you were fifteen, living in that house became unbearable to you. As your brothers took care of the family business and wealth, your mom pressured you to live the role of a high-birth girl who is well-behaved and looking for a rich man to marry.

The moment you told her your plans to join the Academy—and not the Diplomatic Academy—your mom made your life a living hell, so much so that you decided to leave your hometown at seventeen years old. With no money, you made your way into minor jobs until you could apply to the FBI. Only years later, after you were fully settled, did you reconnect with them, but you have never put a foot in that house since you left.

And although your mother finally accepted that you had made your own decisions, she has never stopped criticizing you for them.

Despite everything you have gone through, you still love your family, even if you don't share the same interests or expectations in life.

"Your mom? What's her demand this time?"

Spencer knows—because you always talk to him about it—that your mom calls you only when she needs something from you. Not money, for sure, but anything related to keeping the facade of a dream family to the people she relates to in high society. The last time was when one of your brother's father-in-law passed away one year ago, and she insisted on you to be there. But every time, you had dodged her requests, arguing about your job being demanding enough of your time.

"That's the thing. This time is something 'big.' She is going to marry. Next month," you blurt out. Spencer's eyes widen in shock.

"What? Does she have a boyfriend? You never mentioned one that I recall."

"Because I didn't know she had one," you shrug. "I mean, after Dad died, she married again, but I thought since her last divorce from Alan, she got the memo about how marriage doesn't mix well with her narcissistic self."

Spencer hums in contemplation.

"And she wants you there, isn't she?"

"Yep. And I'm afraid I should be there this time."

Spencer doesn't say anything, but the frown on his face tells you he's not a fan of the idea.

"I know what you are thinking. Believe me, I'm not thrilled about going there and seeing all those people, but I never came back after all these years, and despite everything, she's my mom. I guess I just need to prepare for it mentally," you shrug, trying to convince yourself that it is not a big deal.

A month has to be enough time to prepare, right?

"I get it. I'm not judging you. It's just I worry, you know? Your family hasn't been nice to you. Especially your mom."

Spencer's concern isn't unfounded. Since he's known you and started to be your friend, he's seen every single time after any call or text you get from your mom or brothers how your mood changes because of something awful they say.

"I'll be fine. I lived there for years, and I survived; what would do a full weekend of self-centered people ready to jump at the minimum gossip like hunger sharks?" you joke to light the mood. Spencer doesn't seem amused, though.

"That's not a nice thing to picture, if I have to be honest."

You chuckle at the scowl on Spencer's face.

"I know, but seriously, I'll be fine. Thanks for worrying about me, though."

You'll be flying to your hometown in three days, and all the arrangements are done. You got permission from Hotch not to work since Thursday, so you can have enough time to catch an early flight. You bought two beautiful dresses - for the rehearsal and the actual wedding - shoes and chose some accessories that suit you nicely. You wanted to book a hotel room, but your mom didn't allow it, arguing that all the guests would be spending the weekend at the family house—a mansion, to be precise.

In the afternoon, Spencer catches you looking at your phone in the breaking room. The frown on your face tells him you're not reading something good. When you notice his presence, a huff leaves your lips.

"Spencer, I'm so stupid," you lament, flopping in a chair next to you. Spencer furrows an eyebrow.

"What? Why are you saying that?"

"Because I am!"

"You must enlighten me because I don't follow."

Spencer sits by your side to wait for your elaboration.

"I lied to my mom some time ago. I told her I had a boyfriend. I know it is stupid, but she didn't stop bothering me about it and insisted she wanted me to meet some guys she knew, so I told her I already had one. Obviously, my mom didn't forget it because now she wants me to bring him to the wedding." You hide your face with both hands in pure embarrassment. "I'm an adult, for fuck sake! I just should have told her the truth."

As a man of logic, Spencer thinks of an efficient way to end your misery: "Why don't you tell her you broke up with him?"

It's not that you haven't thought of it, but the reason not to consider that option troubles you almost way worse than having to tell her the truth in the first place. And Spencer catches your hesitation.

"It will be worse, isn't it?"

You nod. "I mean, I'm already hearing in my head the speech about how I can't have a normal life or a normal relationship, how incapable I am of leading my life, not like my brothers, and on and on. I know it shouldn't affect me after all these years, but—" you trail off.

"It hurts you nonetheless." Spencer finishes for you.

"Yeah," you concede with a sharp exhale.

Spencer pats your knee, a gesture you're used to when he wants to comfort you without words needed. Despite the silence, though, Spencer's brain goes into overdrive. He wants to help. He hates seeing you conflicted or in pain. If he could take everything that hurts you off of your shoulders and carry it with him instead, he would do it without any complaint.

After a brief silence, Spencer verbalizes the idea fluttering in his brain.

"I can go with you," he blurts out. Your head snaps up to him in no time.

"What?"

"I can be your boyfriend. I mean, your fake boyfriend," he corrects immediately, trying to hide the blush after what he would call a slip. Although he's sure you didn't notice.

You take in his words; it never occurred to you Spencer would be offering to do something like that. It's so sweet of him, but you can't take in his proposal; it's unfair to him.

"Spencer, no! I can't let you do that."

Spencer anticipates you'll oppose the idea because he knows you are used to fixing your problems on your own, without people's help.

That's why your answer doesn't surprise him, and if he wants to convince you, he will have to use all his tricks.

Spencer crosses his arms over his chest with a scoff.

"Why not? So bad prospect of a boyfriend I am to you?"

Your eyes widen in surprise. The last thing you want is to offend your best friend. And much less in that specific matter.

"No! That's not what I meant. It's just I don't want to expose you to these people. It would be unfair to ruin your weekend."

"Who says it would ruin it? I'll be spending time with you. Free food, no work, in a mansion? I see it like gain if you ask me."

You roll your eyes. You have known stubborn people and Spencer Reid.

"Even if you have to pretend to be my boyfriend in front of everyone? Are you forgetting that little detail, mister anti-PDA?" You ask, raising a teasing eyebrow.

Spencer scoffs, trying to hide the flush on his fave due to the prospect of those implications.

"Are you misjudging my talents playing a role?"

The smirk on your face mirrors Spencer's.

"You have them?"

Spencer mocks fake hurt at your comeback.

"Ouch. Okay, maybe I'm not so socially skilled, but I can play a good role if I propose it."

"Overachiever," you grumble, making Spencer laugh.

"Well? It's a limited offer, so take it or leave it."

You know he's not serious about withdrawing his proposal, but you are still contemplating the scenarios.

Having him by your side in a stressful situation like this one sounds good. Pretending to be more than friends? Maybe not that much. But how bad can it be, anyway? You'll find out in three days.

"Okay, 'boyfriend.' Time to ask for vacation time and pack your suitcase."

On the flight to your hometown, you use the time to tell Spencer about the people you're sure will be at the wedding, recounting stories about them you recall from your childhood. Spencer absorbs the names, relationships, and background stories as if he were studying for a case.

You talk about uncles, aunts, cousins, husbands, wives, and a bunch of other people who are apparently quite wealthy and well-connected. Spencer knew your family had money, but you rarely gave much detail about it. From everything you're sharing during the flight, Spencer concludes that your family is one of the most important and wealthy in your hometown. The contrast between that fact and your actual personality is contradictory, to say the least.

The moment you're both in front of the family mansion, you can't hide the anxiety filling your body. Spencer notices and reaches you with one arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple.

"Hey. You are not alone in this, okay?" Spencer mumbles, and you nod, grounding yourself with a deep exhale before ringing the bell.

When the doors open, a well-dressed older man emerges. You recognize him immediately. He is Andrew, the family butler since you were a baby.

"Miss (Y/L/N), welcome back," Andrew greets you at the door. You smile at him.

"It's nice to see you, Andrew. Uh, this is Spencer Reid, my fri- my boyfriend."

Jeez, 'boyfriend' sounds weird rolling off your tongue.

"Welcome, sir. Please let me take your suitcases to your room." Andrew offers, already grabbing your luggage and inviting you inside.

"Andrew? Is that my daughter?" Your mom calls from the open living room. A tremor runs down your spine, and Spencer squeezes your hand as you both peek into the room where she is.

"Hi, Mom."

"Honey! It's really you! I thought you would be here at night," she says, standing from the chair to greet you with a soft hug.

"I asked for an extra day off," you explain. Not that your mom cares what you're saying anyway; she is already looking at Spencer from head to toe.

"You must be the boyfriend," she muses.

"Mom, he's Spencer Reid, my boyfriend."

Maybe you can get used to calling him that way after all.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. (Y/L/N)." Spencer offers his hand, and your mom complies, extending hers and giving it a light squeeze.

"Please, call me Ann. Besides, my last name will change again in two days anyway. Are you from the Reids of New Scottia?"

Spencer looks confused at first. You roll your eyes. Of course, your mom would ask something like that.

"Uh, my family is from Vegas, actually."

"Vegas? Uh. How picturesque. I'm assuming you are not a gambler, are you?"

"Mom-" you warn.

"Oh, no, no. I'm not. I prefer other ways to spend my free time," Spencer explains, and your mom hums.

"Good to know. God forbids this girl to get involved with someone like that. For another scandal, we already have enough with your cousins," she says, looking at you.

"Mom, the comment is unnecessary," you complain.

"Of course not! If I told you what your cousin Nolan did with his family's heritage, his grandfather, may he rest in peace, would be completely shocked."

Clearly, you're not in the mood to entertain the gossip your mom wants to share, so you try to change the subject.

"Is Lincoln home yet?"

"Yes, your brother arrived this morning with Rose and the little ones. Your nephews are so grown up. Of course, you probably don't know since you barely knew them when they were born."

You already feel a migraine coming on. Spencer, seeing your discomfort, intervenes, asking your mom random questions about the house, and she seems happy to answer.

At some point, your mom checks the wall clock.

"Okay, I'm sure we can talk more later. For now, go upstairs to settle and rest from your flight. I still have to make some arrangements for the rehearsal dinner."

Grateful for the break your mom gives you both, you nod and head for the stairs with Spencer.

As you walk to your bedroom, you can't help but examine the walls to see how changed they are from how you remembered. You haven't put a foot in this house in almost ten years, and some kind of unsettling nostalgia sets in your stomach. If Spencer notices your quietness, he doesn't say anything. With a reassuring hand on your lower back, he navigates with you through the halls that end in an open space with several doors around. In a corner, there is the door of your old room.

As you get inside, you are face-to-face with what could be the image of a time capsule. The room doesn't seem changed at all. There is some new furniture here and there, but it's like it has been frozen in time.

"Damn," you mumble. "It's like if I never left."

Spencer looks around and spots some things that scream 'you': a bookshelf full of classics, an old wood desk perched in front of a window with a fantastic view of the gardens, and a big picture of you and your dad on top of it. The bedside tables have lamps emanating a soft, warm glow, and the bedframe has simple old wood patterns. In a corner, a little sofa with cozy blankets atop.

You sit at the edge of the bed, taking in everything. Spencer sits by your side, examining your body language.

"Are you okay?"

You don't know how to respond. Are you? You are supposed to be. It's not a big deal, just a room full of memories. But why do you feel like you're drowning?

When the tears start to stream down, a pair of stronger arms envelop you in a tight embrace.

"It's okay. You are okay," Spencer repeats over and over. You let yourself go and sob in his arms.

You don't know how long you stay like this, but as the tears subside, you feel a little lighter. Spencer keeps soothingly rubbing your back.

"Thank you, Spencer. I didn't know this would hit me so hard," you muffle the words before parting from his embrace.

"You don't have to thank me. I'm here for you."

How could you not have feelings for him? Spencer is the epitome of the man of your dreams. And that's why you think he's out of your league.

Now that you feel more collected, you decide it's time to unpack. It's not that different from when you are on cases and share a room with Spencer. Usually, there are two beds. The ones there are not; you share the bed while keeping some respectful distance. This time should be the same, right?

While you unpack, you tell Spencer about what's coming. One of your brothers - Lincoln - will probably be at dinner, while the other - Ralph - will arrive tomorrow before the rehearsal.

After a shower and a little nap, you're ready to go downstairs.

At the dinner table, you already see your mom sitting at the head of the table, and your soon-to-be stepfather, Dylan, is on the opposite side. Lincoln and his wife, Rose, are sitting together. In front of them remain two empty seats; you take the one next to your mom, and Spencer takes the one next to Dylan.

And even if dinner is already served, your mom and Lincoln are more interested in interrogating you and Spencer than eating.

"So, it is working with the FBI so demanding, as my sister is used to say?"

You only glare at Lincoln. Of course, neither your brothers nor your mom believe you have a real job that could consume so much time. For them, you only spend your time wasting people's paid taxes, running with a gun attached to your hip.

Spencer clears his throat. "It is. Actually, statistics say that field agents working at Quantico spend more than 80% of their time on physical and mental extenuating tasks and only 20% on routine ones."

"Using data to justify yourself?" Lincoln jokes, and Spencer's eyebrows furrow. You roll your eyes and are about to say something when your brother laughs. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Actually, it's good to hear someone who uses evidence and not intuition for everything."

You do as you don't hear him, although Spencer looks at your reaction from the corner of his eye.

"And how is it to work with your girlfriend?" Dylan asks. "Even if I would like to spend all day with Ann, I'm sure she would be bored at the end of the first day at my job," he laughs. Your mom scoffs.

"Darling, I would be bored at the beginning of the work day." All laugh at your mom's intervention, minus you and Spencer, who only observe if the question to him remains.

On cue, Dylan's eyes shift to Spencer, who, after sipping his glass of water, proceeds to answer.

"It's pretty good to work with her. (Y/N) is an excellent agent and profiler. It's a privilege having her in the BAU. We're partners, and we watch our backs."

You can't help but feel your heart flutter when you hear Spencer talk about you with such respect.

"Look at that, Lincoln, they are so in love," Rose intervenes this time. Her comment makes you and Spencer blush at the sudden attention.

"Yeah. Who would have known my sister could be that lovable," your brother says, gaining an elbow punch from his wife.

"Behave, kids," your mom warns. You only roll your eyes for the umpteenth time in the night.

After dinner, you can't stop Dylan and Lincoln from kidnapping Spencer for a 'man's talk,' as you have to settle to stay with your mom and sister-in-law to catch up. It's like you were sixteen again, and you hate it.

The group conversation dies quickly, though, as Rose excuses herself to check on your nieces before bedtime. When you're left with your mom, you start asking questions about the wedding so she won't have a chance to focus on you. She happily obliges, telling you about all the details.

From time to time, your gaze shifts to Spencer, who is doing his best to keep up with your brother and Dylan. When he looks in your direction and catches you staring, he winks at you. The sole gesture makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You smile back, making an effort to mask the flush you know there is in your cheeks.

The night finally settles, and everyone decides to go to bed. Tomorrow is the rehearsal, and most of the guests will arrive, too. It will be a busy day.

You and Spencer, hand in hand, say goodnight to everyone and retire to your bedroom.

Once you plop on the bed, you let out a relieved sigh. "I apologize for the superficial topics at dinner. I know it can be not-so-stimulating to talk about people as rich and shallow as my mom."

Spencer is listening to you while hanging his jacket and placing his shoes on the rack.

"You don't have to apologize for that. All families have their topics. I'm not going to judge."

You snort. "100% sure you were the only one in that room not judging anything," you chuckle. "You are too good for your own good, Spencer."

"You think so? Dylan seems nice."

"Wait until he ties the knot on Saturday," you anticipate. "The last ounce of goodness in him will die that day." Spencer shakes his head, chuckling.

"It's like the poor man is dammed for the only fact of joining your family."

You shrug. "I don't have proof, but I don't have doubts either."

Spencer calls the first dibs on showering while you stay in bed, scrolling down your phone. Would it be a good idea to get called for a case right now? If that happens, you will never hear the end of it from your mom. So far, things have gone well. You and Spencer already survived the first family dinner. You should be proud.

When you're ready to take your turn showering, Spencer, already clad in his pajamas, is happily scanning your bookshelf for a book to pick.

"If you want something accurate to engage in our current predicament, 'Animal Farm' is the one," you suggest before disappearing into the bathroom. You still can hear Spencer's snort.

After the nightly routine is done, you and Spencer are in bed. He is still flipping pages from Orwell's book while you plug your phone into the charger and switch off your light.

"Will you set the alarm, or do I set mine?" Spencer asks, closing the book and leaving it on the bedside table.

"I did it already," you reply, getting comfortable under the covers.

"Good," Spencer murmurs, mimicking your actions.

You both lie on your sides, facing each other, but barely making out if the other has eyes open or not. The room is lit only by a tiny ray of moonlight that peeks through the curtains. A smile creeps onto your face. The scene feels so domestic that it's difficult to think of you and Spencer as not being a couple. You feel so comfortable by his side, and you can tell he feels the same. Are you misreading this relationship? Sometimes, you think your feelings might be reciprocated, but the idea doesn't go so far when your rational side tells you Spencer never could look at you differently than a friend.

"Spencer?" you murmur into the darkness after a while, thinking maybe he's already asleep.

"Uhm?" Spencer raps, lost in his thoughts.

"Thank you. For everything." And you mean it. And not only for agreeing to be by your side this weekend while you face a complicated part of your life. It's much more than that. It always has been.

"Anything for you," Spencer whispers. 'The love of my life,' he wants to add but doesn't dare to say out loud.

The silence envelops the room again, and this time, none of you breaks it. The long day finally catches up with you both, and moments later, you succumb to slumber.

'Kiss me goodnight Like a good friend might I'll do the same Won't mean it 'Cause love is a cage These words on a page Carry the pain They don't free it In another life, I wouldn't need to Console me as I resign to release you.'

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To Lose Yourself (Chapter 4)

Contains: smut, noncon and dubcon, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, crying, praise, dirty talk, slight humiliation, mentions of words like slut and whore, mentions of arranged marriage, detailed descriptions of Anissa being in pain and discomfort, Daemon trying to gaslight her, dark themes so be careful!

Wordcount: 4,818

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Anissa's hands dug into his shirt pushing and scratching, anything to make him pull away but he just wouldn't.

He devoured her lips, taking from her what he wanted while utterly ignoring the fact that she was stiff and unwilling.

"Stop. Stop it, this is not appropriate," the girl mumbled against his mouth but the words came out uncomprehendable.

Nevertheless Daemon seemed to have understood her because he brought a little bit of distance between the two of them staring down do her pink lips.

"I'll decide what's appropriate, little doll."

Then, Anissa watched him fearfully, he pulled back her bottom lip with his thumb finding pleasure in the way it snapped back and sighed contently.

"You taste very good. I'm gonna go further now, mhm?"

She sniffed and her lips jutted out in a pout while she shook her head.

"No."

Anissa shuddered when Daemon ran his arms over her bare arms and looked her body, that was quite exposed due to her thin night gown, up and down.

"Well unfortunately I will have to in order to anger your daddy. You understand how marriage works, do you? If I fuck you now you're going to be mine. And when I tell your daddy about this he is not going to have a choice but to wed you to me. Because you're mine. But don't worry you, little doll, I'm not doing this solely because of your father. I like you. And I like what I've seen so far. I wanted you to be mine for quite a long time now and I guess tonight is going to be the night."

Her face was drawn with despair as she clenched her fists tensing beneath him.

"Please don't do it, Daemon," she whispered her voice so thin that she seemed to break down any second now.

"Please just let me go. I won't tell anyone about it if you stop now. Please just… we can't do this."

"Yes we can and we're going to," Daemon answered cooly and then his hands were on her breasts which Anissa reacted to by jolting away from him. He instantly put more weight of his body on her trapping her between him and the bed.

"It's gonna be a lot more fun for you if you submit to me. Just give yourself to me and I'll bring you great pleasure."

Never would she do this. Every second that she had daydreamed about him these last months was in the past now. From now on he was the enemy who she would fight if it was the last thing she would do.

"Go fuck yourself," Anissa growled trying to smack him across the face but Daemon was quicker and pinned her hand down next to her head.

"No, little one. I'm gonna fuck you."

He kept his eyes on her while searching for the hem of her dress and then, indifferent to her shifting and wriggling, he pulled it up in order to expose her naked legs.

"Mhmm so I guess I have to tame you now first, huh? It's alright kitten, I know what you need."

Anissa threw her head to the side feeling this uncontrollable urge to move and turn but she feared that in addition to her fright and disgust something else was starting to take over her right now: Desire and the wish to let herself fall listening to his soft voice.

No, no, no, she thought feeling tears welling in her eyes because she couldn't let this happen. 'He is the enemy,' she reminded herself and narrowed her eyes that had rounded up yet again.

"No. You don't."

Daemon chuckled lowly in response and traced her leg up until he arrived dangerously close to her most treasured spot. This couldn't happen right now. And why did his touch feel like fire burning and marking her skin? How could a Targaryen truly hold the same power as their dragons?

"You can't. You can't do this, I'm meant to save myself for marriage."

He chuckled again looking down to where his hands brushed over her naked skin.

"I know."

What was this even supposed to mean? Anissa felt a lump in her throat as his hands moved higher and then her dress was pulled up and bunched at her waist. Daemon's eyes glistened examining her core that was now only protected from her undergarment. She squirmed and kicked with her feet while he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her undergarment slowly pulling it down her legs.

"N-No, stop it. Fuck you, you stupid bastard."

At this point he just ignored her cursing and proceeded with undressing the girl until her cunt was on display for him.

"Fuck," he hissed to himself biting his lip at the delicious sight of her naked sex. "This is what you've been hiding all along? A shame. Looking so fucking pretty like this, little kitten."

He pressed a kiss on the brow of the unwilling girl who moaned in displeasure, frightened of how far the rogue prince would go. All his affectionate gestures and words couldn't calm her although she wasn't blind to how her body reacted to them. But all that mattered was that she wouldn't let Daemon see the way her body betrayed her. Anissa was lying utterly stiff while he inhaled the scent of her amber hair and ran his hands over the side of her body but when he crawled down to engage her in a kiss on her lips she unwillingly turned her head to escape him.

"I should've known that you're a defiant little thing," Daemon whispered a firm grip on her head. "But no need to worry. I'm gonna get you there. You're gonna enjoy it so much, you're gonna beg me to continue until you pass out."

"I'd rather die," she answered flashing her eyes at him and meant every word. No matter what he would do to her, no matter if she even enjoyed it, never would she admit it.

He didn't answer her and instead made his way down her body a lot faster now. He stopped at her chest cupping her breasts and toying with her nipples for a short while which Anissa reacted to with a jolt of her body as well as the acceleration of her heart rate. Obviously she still wanted to push him away but his fingers pulled and rubbed them so gently that she closed her eyes in pleasure for a brief second before snapping back to reality. To her misfortune Daemon noticed it and smirked to himself. He was more than confident that he would have her right where he wanted her in a matter of minutes. A begging mess who would not be able to bring out a coherent sentence. He intended to do that by taking care of her throbbing heat and gift her one or two highs before eventually taking her maidenhood. That way he wouldn't only tame her stubborn attitude but also made sure that her cunt was prepared and wet enough to take him.

When Daemon spread her legs with his hands grasping her bare thighs Anissa decided to try it one last time.

"Please, Daemon. Let me go, I don't know why you're doing this. It will only bring chaos and… and suffering. Please."

She wasn't even sure if he had heard her because his eyes were fixed on the mess between her legs and he licked over his lips at the thought of dipping into her glistening hole. Daemon lowered his head to her center kissing her lower belly way too gently for the current circumstances and then she felt a finger circling her dripping hole.

"You're not supposed to be that wet, little one," he smirked slowly inserting his thumb inside of her. "Considering you're acting all bratty the whole time, I mean. I expected to find a desert down here."

She looked stubborn as she stared to the ceiling eager not to let him know that she definitely wasn't immune to his touch and seducing voice. How was she supposed to be unimpressed by what he was doing to her? Anissa had dreamt of him for the past year and oftentimes the only thing that had helped her to fall asleep was to think about this man whom she knew she should hate. She had imagined to feel his hands on her breasts and between her legs and in the deepest and darkest night when Anissa had taken things into her own hands rubbing over her pearl fearing that someone might come in and witness this obscenity, it had been him she had thought about. Of course she had felt guilty and had forced herself to think of something or someone else but it simply hadn't worked and at some point Anissa had stopped fighting it. She desired him and now all her wishes came true and yet she couldn't enjoy it. Now that it happened she knew how stupid it had been. This was Daemon Targaryen. The man that her father had expressed he wished was dead more times than she could count.

She gasped out when she felt Daemon's tongue against her pearl gently and yet firmly as if he was demanding something of her. He lightly tapped against it working so precisely and like he had studied her body for the past 5 years.

"N-No," Anissa whined but was well-aware that the word was directed to herself as she felt regret washing over her at the fact that she enjoyed this way too much. Daemon's thumb was still at her quivering hole massaging her entrance and labia while his flat tongue worked relentlessly as though this was a competition.

"Tasting divine," he complimented her, giving her his darkened eyes and tightened his grip around her thighs as if he wanted to secure her beneath him making sure she couldn't leave now after just having tasted her for the first time.

He was addicted now. Consumed by her and everything her body had to offer and he would make sure to show her that in his touch. Daemon circled her pearl while pressing against the underside of it every now and then and considering the way his pointer finger could so easily slide into her hole he knew that his actions were successful. Perhaps she was still holding her noises back but her body and her body fluids showed how much she in fact enjoyed it.

"Let me hear you, little one," Daemon therefore growled and looked up to her with a possessiveness in his eyes that made her core tighten which didn't go unnoticed by him.

"S'right. I know you want to surrender to me. You can, sweet love. Just tell me how much you like this and stop holding back those sweet whines."

Anissa let out a cry that Daemon wasn't able to identify as it could be traced back to her stubborness and distaste for what he was doing to her or was directed to herself and her frustration about the way her body betrayed her. He placed his right hand on her lower tummy applying a little bit of pressure and at the same time making her stay in place while Anissa was incapable to ignore the growing heat in her cheeks. Daemon touched her right where she was craving his tongue like he was scratching a spot that was itching so badly and she knew that she it wouldn't take long until her facade would crumble. She cursed the gods but first and foremost herself and curled her toes as she desperately tried to fight how her face tensed up.

"P-Please," she whispered and Daemon saw a single tear rolling down her cheek.

"Mhm, little kitten? Is that for me?"

He reached up to grasp her chin and forced her to look down to him.

"From this night on you're gonna be mine. So you better get used to it right now and you should be on your knees thanking me for my gratefulness because I prepare you for me. I'm doing it because I don't want to tear my future wife apart but I could also just shove it in and force you to take it like this."

Anissa was perhaps too far gone to even register the word 'wife' because she didn't even flinch and instead let out a quiet whimper when his tongue got back to work. Time passed with her moans clearly getting louder the longer the rogue prince continued and then Daemon felt confident enough about his abilities to challenge her a little. He stopped removing by now his two fingers from inside her hole as well as his tongue on her most sensitive spot and precisely watched the way her eyes darted at him.

"W-What," she stuttered slightly moving up in the bed and nervously flickered her eyes over his face.

"I want you to say it, pretty girl," Daemon purred and ran his hand over the side of her body. "Tell me how much you want it."

Anissa swallowed loudly her face drawing with despair and let herself fall back on the bed.

"No, please. I-I can't."

"Yes you can. You're a big girl, aren't you? Just need you to tell me how much you desire it and I'll continue."

He knew that he was playing a risky game but it seemed like it worked. Anissa was yet refusing to give in but the way she squirmed and writhed told him that it would be a matter of seconds.

"Daemon," she gasped jolting as he lightly touched her pearl with the tip of his finger.

"Yes? I'm listening."

She dropped her gaze and it was so clear to him how humiliated she felt and regretful the girl felt and yet she actually spoke up.

"Please."

"Please what?"

Anissa's bottom lip trembled and she tried to push his left hand on her thigh away but Daemon's grip was like iron.

"Please do it. Go on, I need it," she sighed nevertheless and he thought about her answer for a moment before smugly smirking at her.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl. I knew you had it in you and you just needed someone to put you in your place. Spoiled little slut."

Before Anissa could even register his words he had already gone back to work sucking her bundle of nerves into his mouth and rubbing it with his tongue while his two fingers slid into her once again. This time he payed more attention to scissoring her open as he intended to take her maidenhead soon and was a man who stayed true to his words. He didn't want to split her in half with his cock.

"Relax your muscles, kitten. S'not helping if you shift and tense up like this. You don't wanna cry on this cock, do you?"

Anissa shook her head although Daemon was almost certain that she wasn't properly listening to him. Her eyes watched him almost with some kind of amazement and by now he knew she would take what he gave her despite feeling guilty about it. But he had broken her and tamed her bratty attitude.

"I want you to come now, sweetling. You think you can do that?"

She nodded quickly, her little hands closing around the bed sheets and then she threw her head back lifting her hips towards him and her world went blank.

"Oh seven hells," the girl screamed so loudly that Daemon's hand came up to her mouth just in case some guard was nearby and would hear her. He licked her through her high, collecting her wetness in his mouth to savour it and then pulled his fingers out of her. He used her hazy post-orgasm state to spread her legs wider, settle in between them and then he ripped her night gown open to expose the rest of her body.

Daemon's heart was pounding loudly as he was beyond lustful to finally enter her. He couldn't think straight feeling how he started to stop caring about her well-being and instead finally concentrating on fulfilling his desires and so he was quick to bring his tip to her hole. Some advice he wanted to give her though.

"Breathe in and breathe out when I enter you," Daemon panted and then began to sink into her. Anissa clearly hadn't even heard his words as she had still tried to collect herself after this soul-crashing high and shrieked when she felt the intrusion at her entrance. It burned, ached and she instantly twitched moving away from her predator.

"S-Stop, please… fuck," she cried not caring about whether her tears would soak the cushions and Daemon felt a kick against his abdomen.

"Sh sh sh…," Daemon cooed, firmly pressing his palm against her mouth in order to shut her up while slowly going deeper.

The girl cried which was muffled but he was able to see the tears leaking from the corners of her eyes and additionally she pulled at his hands covering her mouth. The pain was almost unbearable because despite her wetness Daemon hadn't given her a lot of time to adjust to his size and the intrusion had come so unexpected that Anissa had clenched around him which had only worsened the ache. Now he was almost inside of her to the brim and the pain seemed to make the hairs on her arms stand up. It ran down her spine hot and sharply and Anissa's head was twirling almost feeling like she would black out.

"S'alright. You got it. It's over now, little one. Feeling so good around me, sweetling and now I'm gonna pain this cunt with my seed, how does that sound, mhm?"

He noticed the way her eyes rolled back but could almost be certain that it wasn't from enjoyment so he slightly lifted his hand giving her space to breathe and then cradled her cheek.

"Look at me, little kitten. Breathe."

Her lashes fluttered but eventually she looked at him through half-litted eyes still new tears collecting in them but he felt like he had her attention.

"Breathe," Daemon repeated soothingly tracing her cheekbones. "I know it's a lot but you can take it. I know you do."

Anissa shook her head and although he wanted her to enjoy it a little at least and planned on making her like it, he was just glad she seemed to comprehend his words.

"Yes you do… Feeling so fucking amazing around me, gods be good. This little cunt is mine now, do you hear me? It's been mine from the moment I entered you and now no man will ever touch you. No man will ever just look at you the wrong way and I will make sure to teach everyone around you. Even you if need be. You're mine, little kitten. Your innocence belongs to me and I will let everyone know about it."

He had whispered these words to her ear and his voice had sounded so cold that she shuddered and tensed. Daemon still hadn't moved and Anissa began to wonder if he would finish like this but then he started to move inside of her. He pulled out only to slam back in and although it was once again very painful to her she sensed that he definitely was holding back a little.

"Fuck," he panted yanking her head back to kiss along her jawline. "You like that, huh? Like being used like this? So completely helpless, gods be good… Driving me fucking insane with those pretty eyes of yours."

Daemon was now thrusting in her at a steady pace and every time he slammed back in Anissa let out little gasps. It was still uncomfortable but she couldn't deny that it got better over time and soon she was able to really perceive him for the first time. He felt massive inside of her. Stretching her, his veins grazing over her walls and his balls slapping against her cunt every time. It was strange and unfamiliar but in some way very satisfying. She felt her own panting getting heavier again and sighed out when she felt the stimulation on her pearl returning, this time it being his finger rubbing her lazily.

"Fucking slut," Daemon growled as he cupped her breast with his free hand and picked up the speed of his pounding. "M'gonna destroy this cunt. M'gonna fuck my babies in you so everyone, and first and foremost your cunt of a father will see what I did to you. So every day he's gonna be reminded of the way I runined his precious little girl. Would you like that, mhm? Would you like to walk around as my fuck toy?"

He enclosed his fingers around her pearl making her jolt and Anissa bit her lip in pleasure.

"Yes… Oh fuck, yes, I need it…," she whined, unaware of what she was saying and what satisfaction she was bringing him with her words, but her mind was clouded by desire and the need to reach another high. She had utterly forgotten about the promise she had given herself earlier instead rocking her core against his hand while simultaneously moving according to Daemon's deep thrusts.

"I-I wanna…. Please I wanna come again," she begged him and these words along with her glossy eyes made him think that he would give her anything she asked him of. He was enchanted with her nature and her beauty and he would've burst on the spot if he hadn't urged himself to wait for her.

"Yes, my sweet love. I'm gonna make you come again because you asked so nicely. Just close your eyes and listen to my voice, alright?" he said a lot more gentle and calmer now than just a couple of minutes before.

"Yes, Daemon," she answered all obedient and submissive and Daemon was so taken by it that he wasn't even sure whether she just acted that way so he would be pleased instead of talking her down or he had actually messed her up that badly.

"Close your eyes," he demanded again and smiled at the way her pink lips parted as she took his thrusts so wonderfully.

"Good girl. Now just feel your body. Feel me inside of you and my finger on your little pearl. You're doing so well for me right now, I just need you to come again, alright? Tell me if you like this."

He picked up the speed with which he circled her pearl and wouldn't have needed an answer as Anissa's face tensed and a whine escaped her lips. Nevertheless she opened her eyes again slightly nodding with her head.

"Y-Yes. I like it." Daemon smirked crookedly but reached down to caress her cheek.

"I said close your eyes. Go on, do it. Then you'll get exactly what you want."

She obeyed her eyelashes flattering as Daemon concentrated on sending her over the edge and he succeeded after less than a minute. Anissa's hands grasped his shoulders digging her nails into his flesh and her whole body buckled up uncontrollably trembling.

"Oh fuck, Daemon!" she shrieked and pressed her hand on her own mouth well-aware of the fact that someone catching the two of them right now would lead into a catastrophe. He wanted to talk her through it but feeling her clench around his length was what drove him over the edge as well and so he grunted loudly his hand tightening around her breast.

"That's it…," he growled in her ear as his seed filled her up claiming her as his.

Mayhaps this thought was what was even more satisfying to Daemon than reaching his high because from this moment onwards, Anissa was his. And the fact that there was a chance that he had just fucked his child in her made him close his eyes in enjoyment as he made sure his seed stayed inside of her delivering a few last thrusts before slowing down and observing the girl's sweaty face.

"Mhmm… look at you," he purred in awe by her beauty and took her face in his hands. "Look at you being so perfect for me. You're mine now. And you'll be mine for the rest of your life."

Anissa swallowed loudly still trying to catch her breath but Daemon could read the discomfort right across her face. She only seemed to realize now what had just happened because tears welled in her eyes and she put her hands on top of his.

"N-No, Daemon, please. We can't tell anyone about this, my father is going to kill me."

He almost felt for her watching the tears spill but at the same time there was nothing he could do for her so he just soothingly traced her cheekbones wiping away the little droplets.

"Shhh, love… You know that I can't do that. I'm going to tell your father first thing in the morning and then I believe it will be a matter of days until we're married."

He reached down to her belly gently applying pressure while surpressing a crooked smile.

"You might be with child already and your father is not going to risk allowing any rumours to fly around the castle."

Anissa's trembling lips twitched, her eyes begging him so lovely that he just had to lean down to kiss the corner of her mouth. She was ravishing and Daemon had been feeling on a high for the last hour. He had felt drawn to her from afar but lying on top of her, taking her innocence and watching her squirm underneath him was a whole new level. And no matter how beautifully she would use her sweet voice to beg him not to say anything, there was no way he wouldn't do anything to wed her. This wasn't just about humiliating and paying Otto Hightower back. He intended to enjoy her body every night from now on if possible.

"He's going to kill me, Daemon," she continued her sobbing but to his delight she clung to his shoulders as though he would be the solution to her problems rather than having been the one to put her into this hopeless situation.

"He's not," Daemon purred running his thumb over her hairline to finally get her to calm down because he was beyond tired.

"I will not let him harm you. He will be angry, sure, but he won't hurt you."

With these words Daemon rolled off her to lay down on his back next to Anissa instantly turning his head to her.

"Sleep now. You need it. I'm going to be here and I'm gonna protect you from anything and anyone. Because you're mine to care for."

Anissa looked far from being assured but she didn't speak up again while Daemon adjusted the cushions behind him.

"Anissa," he then whispered lifting his eyebrows at the sight of her nibbling at her thumb.

She shyly turned her head taking her finger out of her mouth and sniffed when Daemon gently yet determindely pulled the girl closer to him.

"Everything is going to be fine. I got you. Your father is going to understand."

Both of them knew that it was a lie and Anissa closed her eyes again trying to get the upcoming inevitable conversation out of her mind. She had ruined everything. Her father's biggest enemy had ruined her, taken every dignity from her and now no lord would ever court her, let alone wed her. She wasn't a fool after all and Anissa was smart enough to realize that Daemon was right. He had taken her maidenhead and therefore she would be his to take to wife which was awful enough but her father finding out about it? It would be a catastrophe and she wished she at least wouldn't have to be the one to tell him.

He would disinherit her, exile her and never speak to her again. After all this time of him ranting about and insulting the rogue prince in front of his daughters Anissa would be the one to tell him that she had no choice but to wed him. She had felt terrible and guilty enough just daydreaming about Daemon but never in her life had she thought about the consequences of coupling with him. Her head was throbbing and the thoughts were flowing in her mind like the kind of annoying flies that disturbed the horses in the stables. Fast and loud, buzzing and stinging until one lashed out and rather left the stables.

This was why it took Anissa forever to fall asleep.

Daemon had drifted away long ago and for a while she expected the sun to lift from the horizon any second but then around 2 or 3 o'clock she must have finally went off to dream as well.

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tgmsunmontue · 1 day ago

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Stuck on you 3/4

The lift Jake is in gets stuck, just so happens that the guy he's stuck in there with is a lift mechanic.

PART ONE PART TWO

PART THREE

“I am…” Natasha says, accepting his outreached hand and shaking it.

“He’s mentioned you,” Jake states, because it’s not a lie, Bradley did mention her. It was only about ten minutes ago but he still mentioned her.

“He’s been pretty light on the details about you…”

“Has he now?” Jake asks, letting his eyes slide to Bradley who is staring upwards, looking like he’s counting the number of holes in the ceiling tiles. Then he seems to do a double take and steps toward the stairwell, his arm still around Jake’s waist.

“Don’t want to scare him off. Now, you don’t need me, so we’re taking the stairs…”

“Wait, I want to get to know… what’s your name?”

“Jake,” Jake provides, the same moment Bradley says; “This isn’t bring your boyfriend to work day…”

“Boyfriend is it?” Jake asks, quirking an eyebrow. Bradley flushes, cheeks rosy, ducks his head and Jake is definitely endeared. He lets himself be tugged toward the stairs, gives Natasha a conceding nod of the head but she seems undeterred by Bradley’s behaviour.

“If you’re at the labelling it stage it’s definitely time to meet the friends…” she says, and Jake decides she’s probably not an ex.

“Jesus Natasha, can you maybe… rein it in a little?”

“No. If he can’t deal with your friends then he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Oh. Nice. I think I’ll like you…”

“See Bradshaw. He likes me…”

“No, I’m withholding judgment. But all signs point to yes.”

“Jake…”

“Yeah babe?”

More of Bradley’s skin flushes the same delightful shade of pink and Jake wonders how low it goes.

“Stop encouraging her…”

“You should know me better than that by now…” Jake teases, because that’s an in joke between them already. Sure enough it has Bradley throwing his head back and laughing and Jake’s asking him out. As soon as they’re away from Natasha’s laughing eyes; he’s wants to know why Bradley’s been making up a fake boyfriend. Wants to very much be a non-fake boyfriend.

Or at least start dating.

“I do. Now come on, we’re going to be late…”

PART FOUR

#hangster #Top Gun Maverick AU #Top Gun Maverick fanfic #ficlet #Stuck With You

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penguin-stars · 11 hours ago

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Gsgw out of context (Up to the LOOKI MART arc )

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Kim Soleum and Baek Saheon's chat history: KSE: Watch out for serial killers. KSE: Watch out for serial killers. KSE: Watch out for serial killers. (...continues daily for who knows how many weeks).

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Baek Saheon: Keep an eye out for other newbies we can use as bait. Kim Soleum: Wdym "keep an eye out for others." We already have bait. Baek Saheon: ? Kim Soleum: You. Baek Saheon: ?!

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Baek Saheon: Why don't you try asking your...friend? Kim Soleum: Who? Brown? Are you stupid? Why would a doll talk? Think before you speak. Baek Saheon: You pi-- Kim Soleum: What was that? Baek Saheon: ...Nothing, sir.

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Baek Saheon: You know, maybe this Soleum guy isn't so bad. Let's go see if – Kim Soleum standing outside his door with an axe: Bye-bye!

--- Kim Soleum: Eat this idol song, you mountain ghost! *proceeds to sing*

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Agent Bronze: Some of you may die. People stuck in the Cabin: But…? Agent Bronze: That's it.

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[K.LEE]: bitch [Kim Soleum]: Blocked. [K.LEE]: wait unblock me i need to tell u something [Kim Soleum]: Unblocked. [K.LEE]: bitch

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During "The Day I Died": Soleum: This is workplace harassment, better get this over with quickly. Ugh. Soleum: Nvm, she just wanted to give me a promotion. Soleum: WAIT, THAT'S WORSE.

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Lee Jaheon: Kim Soleum-ssi, you are going to therapy. I am no longer asking.

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Kim Soleum, after Baek Saheon attacked him: I didn't expect anything from you, and I'm still disappointed.

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Lee Jaheon: *Eating snacks with the wrapper still on* *Clapping with the back of his hands* Kim Soleum: Why did you do that? I thought you were part of the darkness! Lee Jaheon: ? I thought it was the latest trend.

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Kang Yihak: ? Kim Soleum: 💹💲💵. King Yihak: Now we're talking.

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Kim Soleum: Maybe we could try destroying one of the buildings to escape? Lee Jaheon, raising his fist: Do you want me to do it? Kim Soleum: ...Please don't. Lee Jaheon, lowering his fist: Understood.

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Kim Soleum: *Filling the bathtub with more blood than agreed* Brown: Goodness, Friend. Please don't do that. You don't have to go that far for this Brown. Kim Soleum: Oh, it's ok. Kim Soleum: Hehe, I just wanted to scare him a little.

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Blue Dragon: K I D N A P P E R ! Lee Jaheon: I am not. Blue Dragon: K I D N A P P E R ! Lee Jaheon: I am not. Blue Dragon: K I D N A P P E R ! Lee Jaheon: I – Kim Soleum: Would you please stop?!

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Kim Soleum: Here's how to become a Cult leader in 5 simple steps! Also Kim Soleum: *Actually gives a detailed guide*

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Agent Bronze: Did you really think I'd let you into the Bureau? You're probably a spy from that cult-like company. Kim Soleum: p-please? uwu Agent Bronze: Agent Bronze: You're starting today. My unit. Kim Soleum: Excellent, all according to plan. Kim Soleum: Wait, not that department. I wanted to do paperwork! Agent Bronze: *drags him into a rescue mission*

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Kim Soleum: After careful consideration, I've come to the conclusion that the best course of action is to cut off my right arm. Go Yeongeun: Please put the knife down, Agent Grape. Kim Soleum, while cutting off his arm: I wish this were more convenient.

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Kim Soleum: Alright, this is a great opportunity to get rare items from a ghost story. But we have little time left, so go grab something quickly. Go Yeongeun: Got it. *Grabs useful-looking things* Kim Soleum: *Grabs a lizard plushie*

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DER!Agent Choi, after going to the 4th floor of LOOKI MART:

#some of these are comments I left before disqus got removed #the rest are from memory and I haven't re-read so do question the veracity of some of them #the last couple of arcs made me forget how silly this novel can get #also sorry for the random incorrect quotes #i couldn't help myself #괴담출근 #gsgw #ghost story gotta work #got dropped into a ghost story still gotta work

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nanabansama · 3 days ago

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Amane's Death Date

So I recently made a post about character birthdays (see here) in which I mentioned that we know Mitsuba's death month, but soon after making it, I realized we kind of had the same (if not a closer) approximation for Amane and Tsukasa's date of death...?

This might not come as a very shocking post to some of you, and a lot of it is ultimately speculation, but I think I have some interesting evidence to back up what I'm saying!

So let's lay out some facts first:

Amane was last seen alive on July 22, 1969

Amane died in his summer uniform

Summer holiday at Kamome Academy starts after July 22

July 22 should be very close to the beginning of summer vacation, which is a very helpful time frame for us. And luckily, on July 22, we can see Amane's class schedule:

I go into more detail in another post on my blog (link), but we can actually use this class schedule to potentially tell us the start date for Amane's summer vacation. You'll notice that one of the day of the week columns is empty: Saturday.

While it's possible that Kamome simply has no classes on that day, or that students have other activities on that day unrelated to their main classroom, the presence of it on the class schedule itself seems to imply that they have a reason to go to school on Saturday, and that they simply have nothing scheduled that week.

Ergo... what if that's the start of their summer vacation?

Since July 22 is a Tuesday, that would mean Saturday is July 26. And if summer vacation started, then why would Amane need to wear his summer uniform anymore?

What I'm saying here is... what if Amane killed himself between the dates July 22-25, just before summer vacation started?

Now I realize my logic is a little flawed here; students continue wearing their summer uniforms after summer vacation until the weather cools and they switch to winter uniforms, and just because there are no classes marked on the class schedule for Saturday doesn't guarantee that summer vacation started that day.

This is also a minor background detail and it's totally possible that they didn't put much thought into it at all.

...Still, I have trouble imagining Amane waiting to kill himself much longer after giving away his most treasured possession, the moon rock, and he definitely killed himself in 1969 before he switched to his winter uniform at school. That would mean he killed himself anywhere between July 22 up to early autumn.

Ultimately, you can come to your own conclusions, but I personally like the idea that Amane giving Tsuchigomori the moon rock was one of the last memories he had of him alive, so him dying around that time feels appropriate to me.

Anyway, time to get more into speculatory territory...

Since I'm limiting the options to 22, 23, 24, and 25, we have a tantalizingly low selection. There's really no way to narrow it down, though, what with the limited information that we have... So I'll start by describing why each day could work, then declare my personal winner.

First, July 22. This day is pretty appealing as a choice because we see Amane on this day, and he's already acting very suicidal. However, I feel like that makes it a bad choice too... we already had a major event happen on the 22nd. I can't deny that it would be a fateful last meeting for him and Tsuchigomori, though.

July 23 is next, and I can't say I love this day... I do like how it's the day after July 22, so that giving away the moon rock isn't the same day that he killed himself, but otherwise it doesn't stand out too much. The most I can say is that 23 sounds like "ni san" which sounds like older brother in Japanese, and Amane is an older brother. Yeah, that's about it... *sigh*

July 24 is a better one. For this, I'm getting out my auspicious calendar:

As you can see, July 24 is 仏滅 which is the day of worst luck. You might remember this being the same type of day that Tsukasa sacrificed himself. Now, I know I have a bit of a tendency to over rely on the auspicious calendar... but 24 also just sounds like a good death day, you know? 2 twins die, 4 dead in all, 4 is a spooky death number in Japan, etc...

Anyway, July 25 is also a good day. According to my speculations, this would be the last day before summer vacation starts, and would mark both the end of that school trimester and the end of their lives. In addition, the 25th of November was both the day that they were born and the day that Tsukasa sacrificed himself. Also, 25 is goroawase for twins in Japanese.

So in the end, I'm a little torn... even the day I'm not all that jazzed about, July 23, makes some sense to me. I guess for now I'll lean towards July 24, partly because that's the date the Apollo 11 astronauts got back from the moon... but honestly, it's a toss up between all of them.

Considering we don't know the time of day it happened, it's possible that the twins died on different days... and that's not even getting into their parents. There's no guarantee that they even died on the same day that their sons did, only that all four bodies were eventually found in the house, and that it was ruled a family suicide...

Additionally, since this illustration of Amane stabbing Tsukasa has stars in the bg, I wonder if it happened at night time...? Not that it really matters... but if it was after school and Amane stayed late, it stands to reason that the murder could have happened at night. That does lend a bit of credit to it being July 22 as well: Amane definitely stayed late that day.

You might have also noticed a discrepancy between the first image in this post, where Amane is shown poised to stab himself, and the colored one above here where he's hunched over with the bloody knife. Well it might not mean anything, but in the more recent one, the first image, Amane has no visible wounds. It makes you wonder if that's an error, or if his wounds healed before he killed himself. This opens a few possibilities, either that AidaIro changed their minds about Amane having wounds when he died, or that Amane waited a few days after killing Tsukasa before killing himself. Both are interesting ideas, but for now, I'm not going to do anything with them.

Anyway, I hope this post was somewhat informative or at least entertaining. I wouldn't be surprised if I wasn't the first person to talk about this detail, though. Thanks for reading!

#Jshk #Tbhk #tsukasa yugi #Amane yugi #Yugi twins

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bolddeducktionneverfails · 1 day ago

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For years, I had been wanting to create an easier way to share my most recent basis for this couple. And since the Speculation Timeline I wanted to put together isn't going to be completed anywhere near now (and since I'm being indecisive about whether I'd want to post it on here), I thought putting several images together was a good option.

I've had a general idea of what people think about my artwork, and the ship itself, for a long time and I'm sure a lot of those sentiments haven't changed. The other major reason as to why I made this post, is because I wanted to show people that I'm not oblivious to how Launchpad and Della were portrayed in canon. That I'm not picking two random characters to ship out of boredom. I put a lot of thought into how their dynamic could be and why we ended up with what we got. I was hoping to see a build up to something more meaningful. And now that I've been made aware of the show not getting to follow its initial plan, I'm trying to figure out what that was going to be, while also putting my own spin on it.

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Ok, so, more on the basis details:

| Cover

Dunno if I made it clear enough, but just in case I confused anyone, this is meant to be set within the same timeline as the show. It just goes a little farther than where the show left off. When I was restructuring my ideas, I was going to make an alternative timeline where Season 3 would be closer to what Plan A could have been. (I wanted to see a season revision so bad, but I knew it would never actually happen. 😭) As time went on, I considered what show would be like if it was able to pick up after the finale and I think I might like this case a little more, due to it being the most believable scenario.

| Della's Pages

I undoubtedly believe that Della was supposed to have a turnaround with Launchpad and that "Trickening" was a strong indication of that. She doesn't know what LP is truly capable of because she's never around when he's at his best. And this feels very intentional because it's one of the biggest things that prevented their relationship from getting the development it needed. Keeping them stuck in this stage prevents anything...significant from happening.

There's not much of a reason for them to be kept here if there's nothing to hide...they're capable of getting along and Della's assumption about Scrooge hiring Launchpad, would have easily been settled if the characters were given a chance to talk it out.

In order for them to progress, Launchpad needs to do something amazing to catch her attention. I haven't come up with a solid answer to this in my personal timeline yet; it'll probably have something to do with saving Dewey, Della or both. But can you imagine what her reaction to Suavepad would have been like?! Or talking to Gosalyn about what it means to be a hero? The way she looked at Kit when he was cloud kicking could have definitely been giving us a good idea.

While not openly expressed in canon, perhaps another reason why Della is irritated with Launchpad is because there are things about him that remind her of HDL's Dad. Or maybe a bit more generally, how much she hates failure; I've been theorizing that Della had secret intentions of saving him when she headed into the cosmic storm. If this is true, she believes that she failed to save him. She could still be mourning that loss, so, if she began to have any feelings for Launchpad, there's bound to be a lot of resistance.

| Launchpad's Pages

In the alternate timeline, I was going to have him completely stuck in friend mode and not notice anything until Della finally got more comfortable about her feelings. But I think having them both silently struggling to conceal their feelings, is a lot more interesting. 😂

I always thought it was strange that he was never written to show a prior interest in her...or even prior knowledge about her at all. In earlier essays, I noted how odd it was for Launchpad to know who Scrooge was without knowing about The Duck Twins. They were only out of action for ten years. Launchpad was alive before this happened and being that close to someone as popular as Scrooge...he would have seen them from time to time.

I've also noted how LP was connected to Della from the first time we met him. His conversation about the snowstorm on the Drake Barrier Reef and the Atlantic trip as a whole, reflected the Spear incident. The way he was talking to Scrooge, sounded a lot like he wanted to encourage him to come out of retirement so he could be his pilot. That would mean that he did know something about Scrooge being an adventurer. So, how would he know about that without the Donald and Della portion?? It's the most recent part! He would have grown up with this! Either there's something up with him, or this is one serious plothole...

When Dewey and Webby started their investigation on Della, they never considered prying information from him...and after Scrooge shared his perspective on the Spear incident, Launchpad didn't have anything to say about Della's decision...(I'd expect someone who's supposedly a latchkey kid, to be...a little vocal about child abandonment...) and while his name carried over from original show, it's still very related to rockets. Why wouldn't the showrunners want to incorporate that into something bigger when the show has such a heavy space theme?! All this stuff feels a little too conveniently ignored...🤨

Speaking of the original, LP's family is full of pilots! If the reboot was going to borrow more from LP's history, that's yet ANOTHER way he should know who she is!! If one of your fellow aviators were related to the richest duck in the world, and they're travelling all over the place with him, surely their name and exploits would be brought up multiple times...Heh, if Della appeared in the original, I think it's safe to say he would immediately have a noticeable crush on her. 😂 The reboot hinted that Launchpad's romantic side is just about as active as it was in DT87, but it's a lot more private in comparison. It's really odd to have him dating around without extending any of that to Della...maybe there was something more subtle in "Coot" where he wanted to impress her...but c'mon, that's a fishy thing to do.

Anyway, I got the impression that LP found out about something having to do with Dad when the Timephoon sent him to the future. A lot of people took his delayed reaction to Louie's remark as taking too long to realize he was talking about Della. But I think it was because he wasn't initially thinking of her. The remark was said as if Louie's actions were hereditary. If not Della, then who else could Louie have "gotten" the idea of taking off with a powerful machine?

Della's recording in "GlomTales!", warned Louie that he needed to stop his plans and schemes if he wants to be a part of the family. Dad doesn't seem to be part of the family. Could he be missing due to a plan or a scheme in relation to the Spear and the cosmic storm? In "Coot", the characters discussed how something valuable was being sought after on the non-McDuck side of the family and how everyone related to the family were frauds and cheats. If Louie was after valuables in his situation, and his situation was compared to Della's, then couldn't Dad fall under both of these categories?

When thinking of what Launchpad could have seen during the end of the world, I amused myself with the thought of seeing them kiss, but it doesn't make sense for him to crush on someone else after that. If it was anything romantic, it would have to be a lot more subdued. (I still do believe they were supposed to share a kiss in the original finale plans...)

| Ages

When it comes to pairing the pilots, shippers tend to be met with comments about Launchpad being too young. This is largely because of some statements from one of the showrunners and how they were perceived.

When I had asked the showrunner on his blog about whether Launchpad was around the same age as Donald, the answer confirmed this, and that it may have been agreed amongst the writers that Donald was little older; thus making Della the same.

In the following year, someone else asked for exact ages on Drake and Launchpad and were told that both were in their late 20's to early 30's. It was also mentioned that the twins were in their mid 30's for comparison.

A month later, there was a question that mentioned the twins being a few years older than LP and Drake with no additional correction from the showrunner.

Later in that year, another fan asked for Donald and Della's ages and were given the answer "36".

The year after that, someone asked for the age difference between the twins and Launchpad. They were told "About seven years, I think.". 🤨

This was a really strange thing to say after the information I was given, but once I thought more about it, I realized that this was pretty much just another way to reiterate the late 20's to early 30's range that was said before. It does...not sound like Launchpad's age is set in stone. And even though we got a precise number for the twins, it may not have been chosen with sincerity. The same showrunner had said in another age-related answer regarding the kids, that he didn't want to give them canon ages, only age ranges. This might also extend to the other characters in the series. Maybe any number in the mid-30's could be correct for Della's age and 36 was chosen at random for that question...

Similarly, some fans are proclaiming that Launchpad was officially confirmed as 31 because of a "Duckburg Life" podcast episode. But this takes place during an earlier time in the show, that wouldn't be his current age. (I remember hearing things that implied the first season, while others say it takes place in the earlier half of the second. I don't feel like checking right now, lol) How do we know the writer for this ep also wasn't just picking any number within LP's age range? Because it isn't part of the main show, this audio series is either semi-canon or not canon at all. And it wasn't helmed by the regular showrunners, so, we can't take the events and mentions too seriously without their confirmation.

Whatever the matter is behind the confusion and hesitancy surrounding their ages, a three-year age gap between the pilots could still work with how I want to see them. Just because Launchpad could be several years younger than Della, doesn't automatically mean that his is. He could be a lot closer.

That window of possibility could have easily been shut. And what helps to keep it open, is that there are multiple characters who have been placed in...highly unusual situations, that affected the way they age. Dating a mermaid, all the way out in Mid-Atlantic Ridge somewhere, sounds pretty unusual...who's to say it's impossible for him to be part of this trend in some way?

I've been theorizing that he has amnesia. Maybe that caused him to get his age wrong. We've already seen him time travel, and timeless dimensions exist in the show. What if one of his adventures lead him to a place where the passage of time works differently? We've been given at least three examples of characters being frozen. What about that?

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I would have loved to see a natural progression for Delpad in the show, but now that it's over, I don't have the patience to completely follow this timeline in chronological order. I'm mostly just going to elaborate on whatever points I feel like and work on organizing them later. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (🎶 can we skip to the good part 🎶 lol)

But don't worry, I'm not going to keep you too in the dark on this. I'm going to publish a light draft of my timeline...somewhere! Each section has been broken up into eras and will be tagged accordingly:

(PreSp-CE)

(PreSp-PDE)

(PreSp-DE)

(PreSp-SE)

(CSE)

(PostSp-SE)

(PostSp-UE)

(PostSp-FCE)

(PostSp-DE)

And I guess anything I'm not sure about adding to my headcanons in general, can be labeled "Up in The Air" (UiTA)

Will there be anything about my basis or these eras that are subject to change? Maybe. Will I create more "How I Ship" pages with other parts of timeline? There's a good chance! Did I purposely exclude an era somewhere in here for a secret reason? I'm not going to answer that. 😶

Whatever happens, I'll be sure to make an update about it! 😁

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heyyyy!! looking for a hurt/comfort + angst + soft!Hunter fic where the f!reader starts to notice how overstimulated he gets sometimes. how he winces at loud noises, flinches under bright lights, or rubs his temples when he gets overstimulated. she gently asks about it one day, but he brushes it off like it’s nothing. but later she finds him alone in his quarters, trying to quietly ride out a brutal headache caused by sensory overload. this time, she doesn’t ask any questions. she just helps him. maybe she dims the lights, speaks softly, massages his scalp, sits beside him in silence. something intimate but comforting like that. would love if he eventually lets his guard down, maybe whispers something like “you don’t have to do this,” and she responds, “you don’t have to deal with it alone.” just all the soft, quiet vulnerability stuff. thank you <3

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hunter x fem reader

summary: basically what the request says lolz sorry writing summaries is actually my worst nightmare so i will take advantage of the detailed-ness (??) above <33

warnings: none

a/n: i decided to make this more pabu civilian brainrot because post tbb finale life is all i think about tbh. also sorry for the delay on this, im wrapping up finals season 🥲

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You haven’t seen Hunter in a while. A little over one day, to be exact, but that feels like a long time when his presence is usually so noticeable across this tightly acquainted island. It’s unfair to say that he and his brothers stick out like sore thumbs in any crowd, and yet, it’s also true. There must be a different reason why your eyes always search for his specifically, though, lighting up when you’re successful. For this same reason, a pestering observation has caught your attention during moments he believes go largely unnoticed or ignored.

He’s oddly sensitive, not just to the weather but also to sounds that often fall into background noise for you and anyone else. He doesn’t like being in the sun for too long, only holding out for Omega when she spends her afternoons at the beach. “Did you sleep well?” You frequently ask him whenever he’s near enough for a conversation. And to this, he often shrugs before answering, “Better than what we’re used to.”

“It’s quiet here,” you would say back, thinking that makes this place the easiest in the galaxy, “Is it quiet for you, too?”

But again, it’s only quieter than what he’s used to. He doesn’t bother explaining that it’s almost too quiet, for he can hear skittering footsteps and the brush of wind against walls much better than the average person. He doesn’t bother telling you that he’s far from normal in that way, simply dealing with the noise as he always does. His discomfort extends beyond little irritations that he’s lived with his entire life, though. Sometimes, you find yourself craning your neck to look for him when he disappears like he needs a break from…everything. The last time you followed to ask if he was okay was the last time you tried to talk to him.

And now, according to “intel” you extracted from word of mouth, he’s holed up in his room on an exceptionally bright and hot summer day. There’s no response when you knock on his door, but you know he’s inside. The silence is worrisome, just like his sporadic absences, so you gently twist the knob while saying, “Hunter? It’s me.”

The room isn’t dark enough for you to miss the shape of his figure lying on the floor with his arm draped over his face. You’re unsure if he’s aware that you’re even here, standing under the dim light as all your questions about why he’s not outside like everyone else drain away. These curiosities are only replaced with more concern. He’s so still and calm, but he looks like he’s in pain. You frown, not knowing what to say, so you don’t say anything at all. Kneeling before him, you reach forward to touch his cheek, stopping when he catches your wrist in his other hand.

His eyes are still closed, and his voice is hoarse when he tells you, “Leave. Please.”

You ignore the way your stomach hollows out at this, wiggling yourself free from his grip to touch the back of your hand to his forehead. His temperature isn’t particularly alarming. Touching him might have been a mistake, though, because you can’t bring yourself to pull away anymore. You’re hesitant as you sit on the floor with him, gently pulling his head into your lap before swiping some of his messy hair out of his face. His eyebrows twitch in reaction, but he doesn’t fight you off like you expected. He lets you run your fingers through his hair, silent other than the sigh he exhales when you begin rubbing circles along his temples.

Some sunshine casting across the floor draws your attention away from his face to his window. The curtains are slightly strewn apart, letting this sliver of light paint a long line through the hardwood. You’re about to get up to close it more tightly when he notices your hands have slowed down and whispers, “Don’t stop.”

You relax your posture again, shifting him even closer as you whisper back, “I just want to close the window.”

He opens his eyes and looks up at you. “It’s fine.”

His stare makes you squirm, so you turn away from him a bit and sweep your gaze across his room. It’s emptier than you thought, with most of his belongings packed away in boxes and left to your imagination. Perhaps he still isn’t fully settled in yet. Your thoughts are startled when his fingers brush against your jaw, lingering until you glance at him in surprise. He meets your eyes with a certain heaviness behind his own before closing them, sinking into your touch despite his instinct to push you away before. It doesn’t seem like he’s fully processed this moment, maybe treating it like a dream as he simply breathes at the pace of your touch. Slow and patient, waiting for nothing in particular except for more.

“What happened?” You ask quietly, “Why are you down here?”

“Just dizzy.”

“You didn’t fall over, did you?” You slip your hands into his hair again, feeling for any signs of collision.

“No,” he nearly smiles, “But that feels good.”

Your cheeks warm, and the room is silent once again from your lack of response. You’re unsure how to carry this conversation forward until you look at him again and decide you don’t need to. He appears to be more at peace than just a few moments ago, as the lines across his face loosen like the rest of him. You feel that you can watch him this closely forever. Minutes pass into the double digits from the time you lose track of until you notice that his breathing is now a little quieter and shallower. Maybe he’s close to falling asleep, so you try to figure that out for yourself without disturbing him. Leaning downward, your heart seizes in your chest when your mouth positions itself to be hovering over his. He looks even prettier up close, where you can see the dark coloring of his tattoo absorbed into his tan skin. There are some creased indentations here and there, too, and you imagine him laughing loudly with his family—people he might have less trouble opening up to, at least. You’d like to be one of those people, one day.

Your next decision surprises even you as you press your lips to his forehead so lightly that you don’t think he feels it. Not until you pull back a bit and find his eyes open, heavy-lidded but still staring at you. Your faces are still close as you murmur, “Let’s get you back in bed.”

He doesn’t protest as you sit him up slowly. You pause before guiding him toward his bed, realizing that he’s far from weightless. Still, you manage, and he rolls onto his side with a slight groan. You assume he’s not watching you cross the room to close his curtains, but his eyes follow your movements despite pulling against his fatigue. They’re sealed shut when you return to his bedside, sitting at the edge of the mattress while wondering if you’re taking up too much space already. Pushing his hair back from his forehead, you trail a gentle caress down the side of his face and look at him closely.

“Does this happen often?” You murmur.

He adjusts his position so that he’s lying on his back now, which forces your hand to fall toward his chest. Blowing out a breath, he answers, “More or less.”

A frown tugs at your lips at this. “How do you deal with it?”

“I just wait it out. It comes and goes.”

“I see.”

Pressing his head back into his pillow, he sighs and says, “I’m fine now. You don’t have to stick around.”

“I don’t have anywhere to be,” you reply.

He opens his mouth to respond, wincing sharply instead of saying whatever he had in mind. Startled, you shift forward and cup his face with both hands, swiping your thumbs back and forth to soothe him out of whatever is bothering him at the moment. He’s breathing a little heavier now, staring at you as he calms the rise and fall of his chest. You don’t say anything as you lean over him and begin rubbing his temples again, occasionally stroking his hair since he seems to like that. The silence must feel better for him, too, since he finds the energy to rasp, “You don’t have to do this.”

You steal a touch to the tip of his nose while reassuring him, “You don’t have to deal with this alone.”

He closes his eyes and releases a halfhearted chuckle. “It’s nice outside.”

“It’s nice in here, too. I…like what you’ve done with the place.”

“You can skip the flattery,” he mutters under his breath.

“No,” you stifle your laugh, “No, I mean it. Truly.”

“Uh-huh.”

You let him have the last word, smiling to yourself as the lines on his face relax more and more from the passing time. Any twitches of discomfort don’t slip under your radar, to which you respond with a soft whisper that reminds him you’re here. At one point, you find yourself curled up beside him while brushing your hand across his cheek and skimming the wilder parts of his hair. There’s enough space between your bodies for you to know he’s probably not planning on touching you in return—maybe he isn’t even thinking about it. Or so you believe when you pause, believing he’s sound asleep and safe from his pain. Just when you’re about to retreat, he reaches quickly and laces your fingers together before placing your joined hands in front of his lips. You feel the ghost of a kiss against your knuckles, but it spreads flaming goosebumps through your skin as if it’s something more.

You think you’re quiet enough when your breath hitches, but he hears and opens his eyes. He sees you so clearly despite the hazy darkness. Your vision hasn’t fully adjusted to capture the dark pupils staring right at you, seemingly telling you something you’re not sure you understand beyond this moment. Nonetheless, you feel his observation—his desire to keep you close. And he feels you, skin to skin, with only your palms and pulses. He feels your heartbeat quicken and leap, somehow controlling what he doesn’t know he has full access to. He feels your body like it's his own, vaguely hearing the ocean below pulling and crashing in the distance. In waves that collide before subsiding, like the way he imagines you. So near, and yet so far from the distance he tries to create himself. You would cross any island to prove him wrong, though. And you’d stay right there with him.

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