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Mission Failed

Simon “Ghost” Riley x M!Reader x John “Soap” MacTavish

Last Edited: 17/03/2023

TW: slight angst, foul language, violence, blood, gore, gunshot wound, death mention

@denzellovehazelnuts: Hi! hope you have a good day! Can you do a poly "Ghost x male reader x Soap" (if you comfortable writing poly relationship) with slow burn, angst and fluff at the end? Where Ghost and Soap already in a relationship until the reader came into their team The two male thought the reader wasn't talkative around people but few weeks later, things change at first Ghost seems interesting in the male skill using gun and how fast he can run and Soap like the male sense of humour. Both of them thought it only a friendship type of things. Until the male save Ghost from the enemy on the battlefield and him laughing at Soap jokes. That when the two males known what happen to them, they weren't sure if M/n would comfortable in a relationship with them, so they start doing small things for him like making coffee or helping training,.. And M/n notice it, he even started to fall for the both of them. But he keep denying the things they did for him because he thought that what friend do. and M/n don't think he is ready for a new relationship, he wasn't sure he is good enough for them (the male got trauma from the previous relationships) (more angst please, I would like to suffer for a little bit) (・∀・) After a while, the three of them got into a mission together, everything went good until the male got shot. He thought he going to be de@d soon (only to find out that he only got shot at his leg) so M/n confessed how he feel about the two of them. (andddd I don't know what to do with the ending cause I'm ran out of idea. I would want to see how the treated each other when got into a relationship. Sorry about the grammar, English isn't my first language)

Word Count: 2,654

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Notes: hiiii! i dont do heavy angst but i did do some u know? slow burn it is!!! srry it took so long! irl things hold me back a lot. N since u wanted slow burn, n with all that uve put (about 350 words of things i can work on/with 2 get this drawn out as a full-on fic!! yay!) i had 2 like. try n put all u wanted in there so yea! hope u enjoy!! also! i threw in some other characters like gaz n roach. hope u dont mind em being in here since this is like, a mash of cod n codmw2 (canon? what cancon?) cause i rlly do wanna put some other characters in here that i find interesting n build some sort of character/personality 4 the reader. reader deserves some cool friends-2-brothers!

At first, you hadn’t wanted to join Task Force 141. You were comfortable with your position as the quiet, but light on your feet, knife specialist. Well, that wasn’t truly your title. You were just good with knives. You weren’t too shotty with a gun either. Either weapon being in your hands meant blood was going to be shed. KorTac needed those types, especially those who could use it to get in as well as out; you also couldn’t forget about using your skills to get information. Torturing the prisoners wasn’t something you particularly liked, but you were good at it too. Combining your skills with knives and guns, it truly was hell for anyone on the opposite side of your team. You also couldn’t forget that, out of the others, you were much faster. Sure, some could still beat you at times but that didn’t mean you weren’t good. Bets had been constantly taking place with you, along with others as it was one of the few things any of you could do to pass the time in a less-than-bloody manner.

The transfer from KorTac to Task Force 141 wasn’t smooth. Horangi, or Kim Hong-jin, didn’t let you go for weeks. You were part of his team, one of his men. The leader of KorTac is what most of you saw him as. He knew many of you like the back of his hand. Not to mention, a tiger can be cruel but would never devour its cubs for no reason, well, as some say. As far as you knew, because you were all together, you were a team and therefore family. While there were others who didn’t get along, out in the field, all of you had each other’s back. Very rarely did anyone get left to perish to the enemy.

With all that in mind, it took weeks for him to let you go. More or less, Laswell was the one to convince him; that is if you call bringing each plus every person in KorTac to ruins as “convincing”. She wanted you on a team she could keep tabs on you; doubting her power and skills was out of the question. Which meant leaving KorTac to ensure that everyone else was free from possible imprisonment or death was necessary.

Fitting in wasn’t too hard considering most of the people there were from all over the place. While it’s odd for a member from another team to suddenly appear on another, it didn’t bother most of the others. Just from a glance, you could tell who was into who; as well as who exactly was in a relationship. A man by the name of Ghost including another called Soap, you knew were together. Soap flirted with almost everyone, though it was more teasing and lighthearted. With Ghost though? The flirting went up by twenty percent. His dial for teasing went up tenfold too. Meanwhile, Ghost hardly looked at anyone else, nevertheless, stare at them unless they were the Scottish man. Frankly, you didn’t mind. Who were you to judge the two? Especially when they were good at what they did.

It takes weeks before you’re comfortable enough to so much as talk to anyone 141. Gaz, or Kyle as Soap tended to call him when annoyed, is the first to so much as approach you. While the others are interested, you coming from KorTac had put them off for a bit. Gaz on the other hand treats you like a brother. He’ll throw his arm around your shoulder, dragging you around as he laughs about the past or even at your jokes. At meals, he always throws a raised eyebrow at those who look at you oddly when you’re quiet or sitting with the man. He treats you like you’re part of the team, furthermore, that truly means more than anything to you.

The man is just as bloodthirsty as you are. His stories of falling out of planes along with taking out enemies only lead to you looking up to your new teammate and brother. His tales of meeting Captain Price, past missions, a few tidbits of him being with the SAS, together with some metals he’s earned, only makes you want to pry more stories from the man; not like you don’t have to try. Simply asking about his stories leads to at least an hour-long spill of them from the guy.

And with his stories comes a few of your own. You don’t share much of them, knowing Gaz spreads them to the rest of the team with more dramatics to try to get you to interact with the others. Something you do learn about him that you always keep in mind from his stories is that his blood type is B Negative and shooting any dog, wild or not, makes him feel a bit guilty; he had to shoot one a while ago and apologised to the poor mutt after having to put it down to finish his mission.

With all that he’s shared and how the both of you see each other as brothers, it’s only fair that you let yourself talk to the others in the team. Though your words are short, along with your jokes being told quickly to distract yourself from the stressful situations, you allow yourself to slowly relax with the others. Gaz’s constant support helps you finally allow yourself to bond with your new team and family. It’s only after a mission that things change.

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“Take the left! Keep your heads down and keep movin’!” Captain Price’s voice rings out in your earpiece. Everything has gone to shit. The intel you’ve been getting was entirely a trap. You’re running through an underground tunnel, Ghost and another man named Roach is running in front of you.

Roach is a quiet man, never talking or letting out a sound, but semi-friendly. From his actions and what you’ve been told of him, he does his best to complete the missions to the tea. The few interactions you’ve had with him were silent but nice. Whether or not he’s mute has crossed your mind time and mind again but you don’t ask; you’d rather leave the man be. After all, he has become something like a friend maybe even another brother.

“Copy. We’re nearly out. Roach and [Redacted] are with me,” Ghost responds, quickening his pace. The rifle smacks against your back as you speed up to keep up with the other two men. Despite the situation, the three of you remain as calm as you can be.

“You’re bein’ tracked like a rabbit is by a hound, Ghost! Move it!” The captain’s orders are clear and the worry is read between the lines. If you three don’t get out, it’s a huge blow to 141. Not only that, but Soap loses his boyfriend, Gaz loses two of his best friends as well as brothers, you three lose your lives, and Task Force 141 loses three of its members. Dying isn’t an option here.

“We have company,” Your words are muffled by your gear but the two soldiers in front of you hear them in their own pieces.

“Fuckin’ hell-” Ghost’s sentence gets cut off by gunfire from behind. Turning around, you fire the Lachmann Sub in your possession.

“We gotta go! They’re gaining!” You clip one of the enemies in the shoulder and another is hit in the stomach. Picking up the speed, the three of you try to beat them out of the tunnel. You cover the back, hoping the two get out before you. If you get surrounded, it’s over.

Thankfully, they haven’t reached the other end of the tunnel as the three of your burst out of the exit. You grab a grenade, pull the pin and throw it in the tunnel. As soon as it leaves your hands, you’re running faster to get to Roach and Ghost before anything else can; one arm wraps around each of your teammates’ necks, dragging them down to the ground as the little metal bomb goes off. Debris flies everywhere, looking for an area to land after being shot out of its place.

With the tunnel exist now collapsed along with no more flying rock and metal, you release the men. “How copy?” Crackles through each of your earpieces. You knock your forearm into Roach’s upper arm, eyes crinkling from your smile. He gives you a grateful nod, standing. You smack Ghost’s arm as he stands, glad to have escaped the enemies for now.

“Tunnel’s collapsed. We’re good. Ready for extraction, Sir,” Blunt and straight to the point are the skull-masked man’s words.

“Good. Heli’s close by. Move to the edge of the town.” With the three of you alive, you can practically feel Captain Price’s relief.

“Copy that, Captain,” Your muffled response comes before Ghost can send in his own. He scans you from the corner of his eye but doesn’t give you a retort. You do, however, hear a small huff of air leave him. You throw your arm around Roach’s neck again, puffs of air leaving you from happiness, meanwhile, his arm comes around your back. Seems the three of you live another day.

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After that mission, Ghost tends to lurk around you more than he originally had. It didn’t help that Soap tends to tag along as well. Thankfully, he finds your jokes hilarious if the loud, boisterous laughter he lets out all the time tells you anything. His teasing ends up piling onto you as well. Before, it was light as well as spread out. Now, it’s almost like he’s talking to Ghost with all the teasing and flirting he now does with you. His boyfriend hardly seems concerned but rather encourages his behaviour. Of course, that doesn’t mean he goes easy on you when the two of your spar together. He’s dead serious when it comes to sparring; it’s only a reminder that while he does good off, he’s just as dangerous as the rest of them.

The two men seem to be fixated on wanting to help you out in training as well. More pointers plus tips are thrown your way when you practice with either of them. Sometimes, they’ll even make you coffee for those sleepless nights. Mentioning such things to Gaz and Roach only leads to your sworn brothers giving you knowing looks or a few teasing words; Gaz is the one with the teasing remarks while Roach pats your shoulder in a mocking but teasing “you poor man” way. Neither seems keen on wanting to spill the tea on why the Scottish and British men have been more affectionate.

While you enjoy their kind gestures, including their company, you’re not sure if you’re ready to admit to yourself, or them, about such feelings or relationships. On the surface, you truly do want to ask them if this is some sort of flirting schtick they have going on. Deep down though, the idea of being with anyone again makes your stomach fill with the lead. How could you enter another relationship? After the last one ended with your soon-to-be fiance’s brains splattered all over a brick wall. How can you move past that? How can you allow yourself to find someone like them? Or even better than them? The answer to that is a sigh alongside a bitter smile. The ring hiding under your tactical gloves seems to burn your skin. Truly, how can you let your first love go? After all, if you weren’t good enough to keep them alive, how can you keep these two from meeting the same gorey end?

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“To think I’d find myself here… How fuckin’ funny,” You mumble. Another mission, this one just like all the others. Well, it would have been if you hadn’t been shot. The blood leaking from your leg alongside a knife wound to your side leave you in pain. Feeling weak isn’t something uncommon but neither is it constantly happening. Words are being spoken to you through your headset. You were to be the lookout but ended up being the enemy's first target.

“How copy?” Rings in your ears. Your eyes stare blankly in front of you. You feel pathetic. Too tired to talk. Too tired to get up. You just sit, popped up against a tree in the heavily wooded area. You’ve failed, failed, failed.

“C’mon, Mate, how do ya copy?” Soap’s voice is worried and winded. He and Ghost are the people you’ve been teamed up with and you’ve failed.

“[Redacted], how copy?” The next tone is Ghost’s. It sounds slightly strained.

“Mission Failed,” You croak, head tilted back and against the tree.

“Status report, Mate. Where are ya?” He’s rushing, possibly panicked now.

“Got two wounds. Gunshot to the thigh. Knife to the side. Bleeding pretty bad, Soap.” You close your eyes, sighing.

“State your location.” The Brit seems to be just as worried as his Scottish counterpart.

“Dunno. Woods. Against a tree… There’s a lot of blood. Feelin’ woozy.” When you open your eyes, your sight is blurred. You’re losing too much blood.

“Keep talkin’ to us then, yeah? You’ll make it out. We’ll get out together,” The Scot’s words, though hopeful, only make you scoff quietly.

“You know… If I get outta here… Think we can go out sometime? Bourbon and whiskey? The three of us?”

“When we get out, [Redacted]. There’s no if here,” The masked man makes it sound final like there’s no way you’ll die on them.

“Yeah… Yeah..” You don’t say anymore, everything slowly hazing away. It’s like your floating in winter with how cold you feel.

“[Redacted]? Don’t sleep! C’mon! Keep ya eyes open!” Soap’s words fade away along with everything else. All that waits is cold darkness.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

“So… Think you can handle our drinking date after this?” Soap perches on the side table, messing with a lighter he took from Ghost.

“After he’s healed, Johnny. No alcohol before,” A semi-scolding is all the man gets from the brooding Ghost. You laugh slightly, jostling your wounds. You wince but wave off the concerned looks you get.

“After I’m no longer full of holes, Johnny-boy.” You take a sip of water afterwards, making Soap frown playfully.

“And to think I was gonna bring out the good shit fer ya. A shame. A damn shame.” You gently shake your head. It was a close call but Ghost got to you before you completely bled out. From what you’ve been told by Gaz, who yelled at you for an hour after you woke up from your four-day sleep, Ghost and Soap dragged you back to the helicopter. Both refused to leave your side. Captain Price ended up having to yell at the men and bribe them with a bit of alcohol to get them to even go to their own rooms. You made sure to apologize to Gaz, hugging him tightly after his blow-up. He thought he was going to lose a friend and family member so you couldn’t blame him.

Roach gave you the cold should for a while before appearing in your room with a cup of coffee. He made sure to smack the back of your head for your stupidity as well, though it was hardly rough. You grabbed the man before he could so much as bolt though when he saw you getting up to hug him. He hadn’t pushed you away though. And the captain? It felt like you were a kid again with how he pinned you with his stare. He made sure to tell you exactly how he felt, going from angry, to disappointed, to angry again. Another guy you couldn’t blame anything on. But you get to live another day at least. And you get to have that date with the two guys who were able to grab ahold of your heart after a long-time of heartache and loss.

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Hey honey! Could I get an extremely wild NSFW with Daemon x Martell/dornish reader. Where she is extremely bold and has fame to rival his and at first she doesn't like him, but he is willing to do it She changes her mind about him (and he does) as they spend time together she ends up realizing he's not that bad, thus forming a solid friendship, but the sexual tension and mutual desire between them is extremely strong (almost palpable) then one night while they are spending quality +

Killing Me Softly

Daemon Targaryen x Martell!Reader

Summary: Daemon, as unopposed as he was to be forced into a marriage so that he would no longer disrupt the matters of the crown, he found himself wanting nothing else but to marry the Lady Martell

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: physically abusive!daemon, fem!reader, reader injures daemon, they're both really toxic to each other, literally opens with smut [daemon takes liberties with intoxicated reader, manhandling, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex, vaginal penetration, name calling, pulling out, breeding kink], fuck buddies to/& enemies (to lovers ?), i describe reader's hair, i name reader's sister, idk asoiaf lore so I just made stuff up, typos, etc.

A/N: another day another 5K+ smut MINORS DNI. it's hard being a simp [sigh] i put the second part of your ask below the gif cos i wanna see matty's stupid face when i get notes lol, but dont be deceived by it his cutesy face, this fic aint cutesy at all RIP. ok so i did research about the martell fam and i found out they're referred to as prince/princess because of a Targaryen ancestor that comes along long after daemon's existence and i almost made her a princess BONK let's just pretend i know what im doing. i took liberties on your prompt btw anon, i found the idea of writing another enemies to lovers exhausting which was why it took a while for me to get back to you. i think it came out a lot darker and there's a lot of mind fuckery involved. i hope you still like it. Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda

Daemon grunts and grabs my brownish blonde hair, coiling the curls around his hand has he maneuvers my head back and forth.

"Just like that," he urges and I grip his thighs for dear life.

Daemon leans against the wall as his hips involuntarily thrust into me. It was nothing I couldn't handle, not when I was used to it, and his particularly selfish desires. However, even after all his brutalizations, my jaw still cannot keep up with him nor can my lungs.

I let out a muffled sound when he hits the back of my throat. I feel myself gag around him and tears water my eyes as it get harder to breathe. I try to pull away but he is too greedy with my mouth, and has me locked in his grip by my hair.

I pound on his thigh, and his eyes that he screwed shut finally open.

He pants as he pulls me off him. A string of saliva drips down from my lips and I look up at him in annoyance. My insult comes out strangled and hoarse, "selfish prick."

Daemon smirks as he watches me get to my feet. I wipe the wetness of my lips off. He grabs me, and pushes my chest up against the wall. His hands claw and bunch up my skirt as he breathes against my ear, "you act as though I do not reward you for your service."

His hands make their way to my dripping heat, and we both hiss when he begins his ministrations on me.

"Is it a reward if you're only paying me my dues for what you so desperately begged to get?" I mutter through strained breathing.

I lean against him and reach for his neck behind me.

He pushes me off, dragging me to the side up until I was leaning against the open window. He grabs my hair again, my hands instinctively dart to it. I moan when he slowly enters me. I hear him pant as he begins to thrust. He pushes my skirt farther up as to get a better hold on my hip, "maybe you should ask your devotees what they think?"

"Daemon," I groan in gratification as he rams into me.

He hums. His chest rises and falls before he chuckles, "they're not gonna hear who's fucking you good when they're not if you don't pipe up."

I squeal when he releases my hair and places all his vigor into the flicking of his hips. I dig my fingers into the stone opening for dear life, just as he digs into my sides. The pain of his grip intensifies the pleasure rising in my core.

"Daemon," I grunt, "yes, yes, harder!"

Daemon is half-amused, half-breathless, "needy bitch."

He does not disappoint though. As much as he takes, he gives back, if only to prove a point of his manhood.

I let out a struggled and broken cry when he lifts my torso up closer to him and slams into my sweet spot. My knees can barely keep my standing as my feet lift and crash from the ground. My arms helping to push me up begin to shake when I feel my orgasm near.

"Fuck," I drag out breathily, "I'm so fucking close, Daemon."

He grunts and gracelessly shoves me back down. Had my arms not already been out, I would have slammed my head into the fucking rock. I whimper in pain, but have no time to tell him off as I am busy chasing my high.

"COME ON!" he growls.

Three thrusts in then I'm coming all over him. I let out the loudest and lewdest sound I could muster. It hikes up and down in volume because of his pounding.

In the middle of it all, he pulls out and leans against me. He is still heavily catching breath when I stir beneath him and turn over. Once I am sitting on the sill, Daemon pushes between my legs and rests against me. I tense at his affection and push him away, giving him a stern look, "did you fucking come on my dress again?"

Daemon's features harden upon hearing this.

"This would be the fourth dress you've ruined, you vile cretin."

"It's not like you make sport of reusing your garments anyway."

"Because you keep staining them!" I quip.

He lets out an annoyed breath as he moves off me, roughly fixing himself in his trousers.

I roll my eyes at him and flatten my bunched skirt. Once I was all sorted out, I call out to both sides of the hall, "if anyone's there, you can pass now."

Daemon eyes me darkly as he finishes tying his breeches.

Just then, one of the younger maids squeak and hurriedly makes her way down the hall with her head hung low.

I release a sigh as I get to my feet twisting back to see the damage he's done on my burnt sienna dress.

"It's not that bad."

I see the blot on the fabric and groan in annoyance. "Not that bad?!" I seethe, shoving him on his chest.

Daemon still manages to find it in him to chuckle.

"Now I have to have someone wipe that off."

"Or," he reaches out to me, "we can go have a hot ba-"

I swat him away.

Daemon's expression changes drastically, "bitch."

"Addict," I spit.

"Hussy," he grabs my jaw.

"Dick," I shove him off me with so much force he is actually surprised when he shoots back, nails grazing my face in the process. With that, I scream my servant's name as I storm down the hall.

Daemon watches as the sound of heels clicking fills his ears.

It was a relief that I found Audrey quickly, and that she managed to remove the traces of the prince on my dress as I removed traces of him on my skin.

Once I looked like the lady I was, face painted, shiny hair styled just the way I like it, and not utterly fucked and manhandled, I make my way down to the festivities in our dining hall.

My lips curve up when I feel the room shift its attention to me when I walk in. I bask in the attention, rolling my shoulders back as I caress the large diamond on my sternum, drawing even more attention to the plunging neckline of my dress.

The crowd parts for me as I make it across the room, heading for the seat at the head of the table that was prepared for me. I pay no one regard as they nod and greet me. Why would I?

Halfway through, I see him rip through the crowd toward me. Daemon gives me a boyish grin and extends his hand out to me. I release a breath at the look upon his face and take his hand.

"Beloved," he mutters, eyes fixed on me as he places a kiss on the back of my hand.

I forfeit a response to his performance, but cannot withhold my surprised chuckle when he spins me around and pulls my back flush against his chest.

"Your servant is truly a miracle worker," he mutters against my ear.

I scoff at his words, knowing he saw missing stain on my skirt.

The crowd intently watches our display and I let out a genuine laugh when I pull away from him, "and you a truly a menace, my prince."

The two of us then make our way to our seats at the table. The moment we do, music begins to play and people head off to the center of the room to dance.

Daemon sits to my left, leaning back with an indifference to it all. He is bored of it, and was only here because I told him to be. He reaches his hand to my skirt from under the table. I let him draw shapes on me with this fingers. I could not care less.

I watch the people make merry before me. I watch them step and twirl to the sound of the music. I smile although my chest constricts as I recall a time in my life when I was as carefree as the atmosphere.

I turn to Daemon, bored still. He was the personification of my cynicism, the marker of my truth: I existed only for duty.

We both turn to my right when my name is called out.

And here she was, our youngest, my pretty sister; a beacon of light that reminded me everything I was no longer. I smiled at her as she went my side. She leans down to kiss my cheek and I offer her the same sentiment as she greets us both.

"Sister," she smiles, "Prince Daemon."

"Lady Castella," Daemon offers a small smile. His fingers continue to absentmindedly draw on me.

"I want to introduce someone to you," she inhales deeply as she pulls a grin on her face.

Two men then walk over to the table, and I instantly find some recognition of the old man. The sight of him makes my face contort in contempt.

"Sister," Castella lets out a breath as she extends her hand out, "Lord Michael Yronwood and his son, Lord Perros."

"The Ladies Martell," the balding man wags his wrinkly jowls then turns to the man beside me, "Prince Daemon Targaryen."

I scoff at his greeting and straighten myself up.

My sister stiffens beside me as I watch the boy great all of us individually.

"At least you have proper manners," I say to Perros as he raises his head up after bowing.

Daemon holds back his laugh.

Before I could remark at the stink eye the elder Yronwood was giving me, my sister catches my attention with her words, "this is the man I have been telling you about."

I turn to her in disbelief, "the Yronwood boy?"

Castella licks her pink lips before nibbling on it nervously.

I idly turn back to the thing that won my sister's favor. I take in his thick, dark hair, wondering when he will begin to bald like his father. I take in the broadness of his shoulders, wondering when he shall need a shabby cane as well. I take in the eagerness and restlessness of his expression and measure it against the sardonic expression of the old man beside him.

"Is it true that you write my sister poems?"

Perros freezes. His father beside him eyes him hotly.

We all look onto the man caught off guard and my patience quickly runs dry over his silence. I allow him a few more seconds, but he does not pipe up to even stutter like the lost child he is.

"Clearly he is too stupid to even utter a word to me," I turn to my sister.

"I beg your pardon," the boy's father quips as he leans on his cane.

"No," I raise my brows at him, "I will not pardon you, Lord Yronwood." I turn to my sister, "what has-"

"It is clear you cannot breed the whore out of someone, even with Martell seed," the geezer scoffs, "I should have your tongue for your insolence."

I turn to him with furrowed brows. My sister's jaw hangs low. Daemon shoots out of his chair, causing it to fall back with a thud and make the entire room go silent.

That is what it takes for him to realize his mistake. The hot glare of the prince renders his ugly face uncomfortable. He grabs his son by the arm, "I knew this was a mistake."

I hear my sister whimper beside me as Perros struggles against his father. He manages to pull away without injuring his raggedy hand and snaps at him, "What you did was a mistake. I love her, father!"

"Her mother is a whore!"

The sound of my laughter draws everyone's attention to me. Their eyes are blown, shocked, disturbed, and it amuses me further, excites me that my breath leaves me even quickly.

When my sister places a hand on my shoulder, a knowing gesture to my knowing actions, I swat her away and calm myself.

Daemon watches me, watches how my face ticks.

"Yes, oh you caught us," I utter as my breath evens out, "my mother was born, raised, and worked in a brothel before her hypnotizing cunt ensnared my poor daddy, the Lord Martell."

I raise my voice when the gremlin thinks to interrupt me, "AND YOU THINK TO LEAVE..." I lean against the table, "leave out the best part!" I smile, "she was a bastard of the Lannisters."

I chuckle again, flipping my golden hair back, "not that there's any proof to that," I tilt my head offering a wicked smile, "and yet, here you are. Under the roof of the late whore's home, submitting to her whore spawn because your son fell for the whore's daughter,"

I stand to my feet, "the Lady Castella of house fucking Martell."

I hear the shuffling of the guards from the side, who had been on edge ever since the music. I hear one of them call to me. I knew it was Aleksander, and I knew he was ready to kill for me.

I smirk.

The crows stirs.

The Yronwoods begin to stiffen in panic.

"You are outranked, outnumbered, and fucking ugly," I break into a laugh. I gesture upwards, "I am only now recalling why I am so pissed by the sight of your monstrosity. Were you not the same Yronwood that tried to marry off the same pawn to me not long ago?"

I turn to his son, breaking yet again into another laugh.

Daemon shifts in his spot, smiling to himself as he watches me on his side.

"And this was after you made issue of the charity I give the peasants. A farce, you said, to give back to the less fortunate."

"Perros," my sister's calls. My eye twitches at it. It cuts off my anger briefly. I narrow my eyes at the said man. How good could his dick be?

Michael Yronwood although rendered speechless, arrogantly kept his head high. His son, Perros, could do nothing but hang his head low in shame as my sister looked out to him.

I heave and feel anger rise at the sound of my sister's hushed cries. How dare these fucking gremlins cause her this distress, at one of our house's feasts, an occasion she adores, no less.

My lips twitch, "you should be glad I care about the less fortunate, because you are so clearly desperate for all these things that you lack: prestige, wealth, and face that is not so hideous to look at-"

Daemon could not hold back his chuckle.

"and so I will not have you quartered and hung in the town square."

The Yronwoods turn to me in shock. My sister pleads my name out, and it further fuels my anger.

"Perros," I call loudly turning to the boy, "I present you now two choices: you either leave my sister alone and keep your lovelorn poetry to yourself, or," I turn his father, "you can marry her in return for your father's head."

"You DARE," he raises his cane, "threaten my son in front of me!"

I giggle, "it is not a threat," then lunge at him to grab his cane.

He is jarred by my actions and nearly topples back when he pulls away. It is a shame his son keeps him upright.

"My word," I examine his family crest on the cane, "is law," I throw his cane behind me.

"You deranged wench!"

"Call me what you like, filth," I grin, "I am the first born of house Martell, betrothed to house Targaryen. Do you think anyone would defy me?"

"The prince will never wed your defiled cunt!"

"Father, that's enough!" Perros begs.

"He has not married you still because-" the old fuck cuts himself off when Daemon climbs over the table, kicking all the food down, and grabs him in his fury.

"You should have kept your tongue while my bride allowed you to keep it. Now I demand it," Daemon seethes, gripping the large oaf by his collar, before extending a hand out to his side, "we are awaiting the return of her father and brothers before we wed, but you would not understand honor or familial duty even after I cut your tongue out."

"Daemon, please," my sister begs, leaning against the table.

"HAND ME A FUCKING BLADE!"

Castella turns to me, gripping my arm tightly.

I cannot bring myself to turn to her as I command, "release him."

"No," Daemon seethes.

"RELEASE HIM!"

Daemon grinds his teeth as he grips the man's collar with both hands again. After, he shoves him off with much force. Again, much to his luck, his son keeps him upright. Had that not been the case, he would have surely fallen and cracked his skull.

I eye Castella and nearly falter at the sight of her tears. I clench my jae, "I have given my word."

She calls my name out, "please, do not-"

With that, I storm out of the place.

Daemon was too caught up in his own anger to realize this. He gives the order to haul the Yronwoods' arses out of the place, and by the time he notices my absence, it was too late.

Much like our routine, Daemon spends the rest of the day that fades into the night, looking for me. He searches In our estate, the establishments nearby, the places I frequent, and the places he has never seen me enter before. He finds me in the very place that I owed my existence to, the brothel my mother worked at.

Daemon could not even let relief wash up on him as he watches me grind up down on the guard I was relieving my angers on.

He rubs my sides as I push my tongue into his mouth.

I scream when I am pulled off him from my hair.

I am thrown off to the side. There is a sound of brawling. I look up and see my snogging partner grip his side in pain as he is hauled out of the place.

I get to my feet in time to witness Daemon shove the guy out the door. I heave as I grab a cup of ale. As he comes up to me, I finish downing whatever remained of it

I gulp the last of it when Daemon grabs the cup and throws it to the side, hissing at the smell of alcohol on me, "are you out of your fucking mind?"

I get on my toes and lean up at him, "yes."

He recoils at my breath and grabs my wrists when I reach out to him. The next thing I know, I am thrown over his shoulder and being hauled out myself.

It's a miracle I do not slip off him, or that the alcohol I consumed did not slip out of me.

Somehow, I am in my chambers.

Like clockwork, I head to the stored wine in my room and gracelessly intake it. Daemon catches it out of my grip and leaves me and my dress in a mess when it splashes all over the place.

I catch my breath as the red cascades all over me.

"What is wrong with you?" Daemon asks, as he pulls the now empty container from me. I grab the other one and run away to drink as much as I could. I barely get to drink any as the prince grabs it. He pulls away from me to empty its contents out the window.

I fight against him when he does so, and out of annoyance, he grabs me by the throat, making my hands dart to his grip.

He releases me when all the wine is wasted. He moves away to put the object back where I got it.

I groan and heave as I watch him walk away.

By the time I catch my breath, I storm towards him. "Stop using your fucking strength against me!" I screech. I lunge at him just as he turns. I manage to the glass he just placed back on the table.

I manage to hit him once on the nose but he he catches both my arms before I could injure him further.

Part of me is shocked when he begins to bleed, but another part is enticed by the way he licks the red off his lips.

Of course, he overpowers me. He brings my hands down in front of him and eyes me darkly. I whine out in pain at how roughly he was gripping me. I eventually release the container and it drops to the floor with a crashing sound.

He pushes me back, and I could do nothing against it.

I crash down on my bed, breathing taxed, I look up at him as he seals my hands beside my head. I am unable to move beneath his bodyweight.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he hisses as his blonde hair falls down to my face.

I find myself laughing at his vexation, "you're awfully clueless for someone that was there."

His nostrils flare. Discomfort shots on his face because of his injury, "were you seriously affected by that vermin's words?"

I laugh harder. Daemon makes a face at the hot, alcohol laced breath that hits him. "Of course not."

"Then why?"

"See, the difference between you and I is that I actually know I'm a lunatic," I crane my neck up at him, "while you are wound up in your own self-righteousness."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

I drop my head and close my eyes. Castella's face burns in my mind, "I just ruined my sister's life."

"No," he quips, loosening his grip when he feels me relax beneath him, "you saved her from marrying into a family of idiots."

Daemon measures my reaction before he pulls away from me. Tears continue to leave my shut eyes when I feel my shoes get pulled off me. I am too sad to care about how I am suddenly being hoisted up. Daemon has me lean against him when he peels me out of my dress.

He makes me sit up on my own. I open my eyes when he caresses my face.

He wipes my tears with his thumb while examining me for a moment. He then undoes the braids and accessories fashioned in my hair.

I fall back on the cushion when he is done. At this point he pulls my skirt down my legs.

My sobs are slightly ceased when I feel a damp towel get thrown at me.

"Wipe yourself down."

I don't. Why would I? I don't care. Where did he even get this?

Daemon returns to me, grumbling in High Valyrian as he takes the towel and wipes the red stains on my skin away.

I only realize he was changed out into his own sleeping attire when he puts me into my nightgown.

I look at him dumbly for a moment. It was as though I had forgotten everything that happened up until this moment. It was not farfetched after all. The candles in the room made his cut and inflamed nose look worse than what it was. Or at least that's what I tell myself.

I bring my hand to his face. He lets me.

He watches me silently.

More tears fall from my eyes, but I cannot bring myself to apologize. I don't even know if I feel sorry.

Daemon does not need it. He shifts on the bed and pulls me onto him when he leans back by the pillows on the headboard. I look at him and shift from my spot, moving to straddle his lap. He places his hands on my thighs as he watches me wipe my tears away.

I take a moment to calm myself. I take a moment to gather my thoughts. I feel Daemon relax beneath me. I feel him rub my thighs in comfort. It's enough for me to roll my hips on his.

He holds back as moan as he leans his head back.

The next moment, he hisses and holds me in place, "you will not remember it was I that fucked you in your state."

"Then tell me in the morning."

He says my name as though it was a warning.

"If you did not want me, then I would not be on your lap."

"And that's the problem, isn't it," he chides, throwing me down on the bed, spinning us around so that I was again under his mercy, "I want you. I want you every second of every day, and yet you do not want me back."

I am unremorseful of his words. I am stoic beneath him as I press my feet on the cushions, "and why would I want you?"

"Because you should be mine!" he mutters sharply, "-are mine. You are promised to marry me!"

I begin to feel exhaustion wrap around me. I close my eyes.

He grabs my head and pulls me close, "yet you insult me by readying yourself to the first man you say your eyes upon."

I am uninterested when I retort, "you only want me because I do not want you, Daemon," I wrap my arms around him and peel my eyes open, "but I do not want you to want me like that."

I wrap my legs around him and suck in a deep breath, "I want you to want me like Ezekiel, who begged at the gates for a mere glance of my face."

Daemon's jaw clenches.

"Like Allyrion, who you still have in locked in our prison but comes alive when I grace him with my presence," I whisper, "the Dalt brothers, Timothy and Bolton, who now despise each other because of how they both wanted to marry me. Rowan, who feels no regret, though you broke his arm after catching us fuck in this very room."

He heaves and attempts to pull away from me.

He drops my head and I grab his, pulling him close, "you want my fire, dragon, but you must scrape the skin on your knees begging for it like everyone else before you."

Daemon does not take kindly to this.

He never does.

He thinks he's so smart and scary but he doesn't realize that he plays into my desires as easily as his temper is triggered.

He leans back into me and shuffles with his clothing. "I'll make you show me how to beg," he seethes.

He was never one to shy from a fight, and in this moment, he was fighting both me and himself with every bit of him. The next second, he is ramming all his anger and frustrations into me.

I admit, it's truly a humbling experience to be at his mercy, helpless, unable to do anything that he will not allow. And yet as he breaks me, he helps me continuously break him the way I have been the moment I met him. I squeal out his name as my mind races with the thought.

He presses my hands beneath his. He is so rough and forceful I begin to slip upward because of his actions. He does not care, and only busies himself by losing his sanity over my wetness, my screams. But then it annoys him and he has no other choice but to pin me down by hips.

"Tell me who's fucking you like this?"

"Daemon," I obediently retort.

He hums as he maneuvers my legs, "and do you want me to stop?"

I whine gutturally, "no! Don't stop!"

His annoying and spiteful self does just that though, and leaves me in a panting mess as I look up at him.

"Beg for it."

I plan my timing carefully. I watch how he watches me, thinking he's in control. I reach out to his hands and lick my lips as I roll against him.

"BEG, I SAID."

"Daemon pleeeasssee," I whine as I roll my head back and arch my back.

"Louder."

"Daemon, please!"

"Louder!"

"DAEMON JUST FUCKING FUCK ME-" I rip out with a high pitched moan when he begins to thrust into me again. He leans down and begins to sink his face into neck as he continues his brutalization.

I let out unabashed cries of pleasure as he sucks on my skin. I dig my hands into the roots of his hair and call out his name like a sacred prayer.

"I will burn my seed into you," he threatens, "you will not escape me. I will fuck you over and over and over again until you're swollen and spent."

Daemon excites himself with the idea and picks up the pace, "your pretty cunt will bear me a strong Targaryen."

I picture the idea of carrying his blonde babe.

He tightens his hold on me.

"I will put a dragon in you," he mutters, pulling away to rest his forehead on mine, "and have us married at daybreak by the traditions of my house."

I whine at the building tension in my stomach.

Daemon lets his mind wander. Lets himself imagine his future, his children, his bride.

He closes his eyes and loses himself as he buries all his thoughts deep beneath him. He relishes the warmth, the softness, the readiness beneath his unforgiving force.

I catch my breath as I dig my teeth into his skin, absolutely ready to come undone before him. "Daemon," I whisper arduously.

That's all it takes for him to realize what he's doing.

Before either of us could even reach our highs, his pace begins to grow sloppy. I whimper at the loss and do not wait for him to quicken his pace again.

With a grunt, I roll him off me and find myself on top him.

I look down on him as I ride him. I lock his neck in my grip. He chokes at my harshness and I lick my teeth at the sight of him. I allow him the courtesy of a breath as I fuck myself on him. I knew he would not have it in him to stop me.

And just as I thought, he holds onto my hips and screws his eyes shut, basking in the feel of me.

I groan as I watch him, "come inside me, my dragon. Claim me like you have been dreaming."

Daemon digs his nails into my flesh. His final act of deviance. It is for naught. He is powerless against me.

And in the rare occasion, we both come at the same time. The feeling is overwhelming, mind melting, toe curling. It is the best fuck we've had in a while.

I do not relent against him. I milk both our reactions for all that I've got, and once I'm reeling, I allow myself to stay on top of him for a moment to catch my breath.

He opens his eyes when I pull away from him.

He thinks about what he said, his desires for his seed.

I think about how badly I want to wash myself down.

Daemon watches me as I head off to the bathroom. He's already cleaned up by the time I return.

He does not wake before dawn. He had been relishing the warmth in his arms. This was why when he opened his eyes and saw nothing but a ghost of who he laid with, he was awakened with bitterness and betrayal.

He is unkept when I see him in the courtyard. He did not fix his hair, did not wash his face, did not change out of his nightly attire. He stares at me as I am served breakfast.

"My prince," I smile, "might you join me for some food?"

Daemon looks at me for a moment, watches as I scold the maid for giving me the chipped tea cup that I absolutely despised.

I turn to him when he walks over to me.

One of the servants pull the chair out for him and I offer another smile. Daemon does not sit down when I tell the servants to prepare his preferred dish.

"Last night..."

I look at Daemon and knit my brows.

"What happened to your nose?" I question as grab his hand and make him sit down next to me. He does not resist. He does not pull away when I push his wild hair back. I move the chair closer to his. There is skidding sound because of it.

When he does not reply, I know my mind games are working. I braid his hair behind him when I repeat, "last night."

Daemon does not move. "I promised I would marry you at daybreak," he whispers.

"Did you?" I feign ignorance, "it's a little too late for that now though," I chuckle.

He grabs my hand, just as I managed to reach the ends of his long hair. I look at him.

My face does not betray me, but his does.

"Do you remember?" he mutters.

I purse my lips, "there is an ache in between my legs. I wished it was you because the moron came inside me."

He releases me and stands. He debates the sincerity of my words. He recounts all the other times I got drunk out of my mind, how he saw the blankness of my eyes when he recounted the activities we did when I was intoxicated.

He measures my current expression against that. He does not know if he wishes it were true or not.

I release a sigh, "do not hold my poor drunken memory against me now, all because you said you would marry me at daybreak."

Daemon clenches his fist, "forget the thought."

I quirk my brows at him.

"I will marry you in the traditions of my house in front of your father, in front of everyone."

I look at him. I look at his violet eyes and blink slowly, "alright."

That's all you could say?

The servant comes back holding the dish he enjoyed. I watch as the food is placed before him, "will you join me now, or would you like me to wait for you to get yourself sorted?"

Daemon feels his pulse quicken. His nostrils flair, "wait for me."

He does not see me nod as he immediately walks off.

When he returns, his entire body tingles at the sound of laughter.

Behold, your brothers have returned.

"Daemon!" I call, waving at him the moment I spot him. I have both my arms flung over the shoulders of my two younger brothers that came after me. The third one that was sitting on the chair I was sat on just a moment.

"Prince Daemon," one of them says.

"Or perhaps we should call him brother."

I roll my eyes, "he is not your brother."

"Well, he will be soon enough."

I shake my head as I watch Daemon come close, "come now. Your food is getting cold."

Daemon is acutely aware of the unintentional alienation he is put into. The brothers coddle their eldest and recount every detail of their trip without a pause, sparing nothing out of it.

He looks at his food and watches a fly that land on it.

Daemon would join this family, much sooner than he expected, and yet, he was no different to the fly on his food.

I catch his distraught expression and find myself smiling.

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halucynator · 5 months

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END OF 2023

sorry to anyone who didn't want to be tagged xx

hi! most of you will know me as lucy (unless you're @m3ntallyunstable34 and know my real name lol)

so yes, i am lucy. and this is me reflecting on 2023 on tumblr because it seems like a logical thing to do considering this year sucked like 20% less (one of us is lying reference) because of all my amazing online friends. so yes i guess in a way this is a mutual appreciation post 🫶

@berryzxx you wouldn't believe me when i tell you you were the first mutual i didn't have to be all professional and got to be a crazy bitch with lmao so thank you for not judging me and talking to me like we're besties (we totally are btw bc i said so) mwahh

@longlivestv the loml literally owe my life to you bee 🫶🫶 you are one of the main reasons i'm friends with all of the people i will mention after, so tysm and thank you for being so sweet to me and i love flirting with you /hj ilysm 💗 also if im too young to fall in love why do you keep running through my brain? 😍😍

@loserdiaz one of the very few people i get to openly talk to and not feel weird doing it akshdasjhd ilysm april <33 and youre one of the only people i will ever admit has better pick up lines than me (thats a huge honour btw) so thank you for keeping up with me and flirting with me it makes me feel very special mwahhh and ily and we should totally snuggle by the fireplace you know i made those cookies you like (sab reference) 😍🫶

@weeping-in-the-willows thank you for being the absolute SWEETEST person to me <3 ilysm and btw you were my first discord friend and i'm so honoured about that ajshdnjfe you're so nice and ily and i hope you get everything you want

@theladyinwhite13 thank you for appreciating my unhinged comments and you're one of the few people who deserve to be told that they are funnier than me (i rarely ever give anyone this honour btw so its very special) and i think you might appreciate this reference 'so what if i just wanna be a little out of my mind'

@bodybetters and @its-tortle karo and tortle my beloved <3 ilysm you're like two of the BEST mutuals ever and i was so honoured happy excited (any other positive adjective) when i realised you followed ME back?!? i was literally so ajshdnjfe i can't even put it in words you're like my favourite people on this hellsite (affectionate)

@suugarbabe ajdhhgajsgf my pookie <33 you always stand up for me and ilysm for it youre the nicest to me what did i ever do to deserve you 😭❤️

@patrophthia omg the absolute sweetestt!! youre an angel and ilysm and i hope you have the best life every <33 ilysm thank you for being so nice to me and making me feel valued asjdhajksd i love youu

@theautistmwitch omg idk how youre still sane after hearing to my traumatising jokes 😭 ilysm mwahh❤️thank you for being so sweet to meee it makes me so happy <333 can't wait to traumatise- uh i mean make you laugh even more next year!

@kurtcobainsgreencardigan ajkshdad i had the time of my life 'bullying' [insert their name] (i dont wanna get cancelled yk just in case people actually like them) with you <33 [i mean you technically didn't 'bully' them but we bonded over that] you're so funny and sweet and ily<3

@catastrxblues nadine the loml <33 i LOVED chatting with you and ranting to you and reading your answers to my asks akgdskg im so glad to have you as a mutual and i would love to have some more ranting convos with you in the future haha asdhjhajsh ilysm mwahh <3

@nyctophile-me omg you're so sweet to meee 😭😭😭 ily you're like one of my favourite wives too you're one of the only people i will ever share sab with mwah ❤️❤️ id love to talk to you more next year <3

@magicandmaybe @andi-is-bored @alltheliars and @animallover4000 omg you're all so sweet and ily and we didn't really interact a lot this year but i loved chatting with you on discord 💕

@imperpetuallylost omg ilyy you're so unintentionally (or intentionally?) funny ahsjdnfne and i guess it's inevitable sorry sky but it looks like you (lea not sky) deserve to [redacted] goosebot and it's well deserved ajsjdjdne ily and id love to interact more with you next year <33

@london-affairs literally started talking to you like 5 days ago and we were flirting non stop that's CRAZYYYY ily btw pookie 😍

@m3ntallyunstable34 my literal best friend!! i absolutely love you mwah mwah mwah thank you for being my best friend and dealing with me for 12 years llama im shocked you're not insane yet ahsjsj ilyyyy ❤️

these are the mutuals that made me throw my phone across the room and scream in excitement when i realised THEY followed ME

also i will take this moment to thank all of you for making my year amazing and i love you all so much and i hope you have THE BEST 2024. thank you so much for being a part of my crazy blog i would never have imagined 438 people would find this silly little blog 🫶

@cassiopeiasdaughter @faultsline @underthenightskydreamsneverdie @theostrophywife @slytherinslut0 @imperpetuallylost @themidnightarcher @stvrlighhttt @psychedeliccc @prettybaby-grande @nqds @themidnightarcher @i-miss-you-im-sorry @cottoncandywhispers @svnflowermoon @finalgirllx @fallingforfictionalcharacterss @ashisgreedy @moonffe @suugarbabe @wordsarelife and @xobridgertonblues (i might've tagged some people twice sorryyyy)

#moots <3 #end of 2023 #goodbye 2023 #here i come 2024 #please suck even less #luce posts 💌

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sexisdisgusting · 20 days

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Hello I'm Lenka, welcome to my blog

i am a balkan lesbian woman, and i am in my mid 20s

im a big scary radfem so block me if that threatens you

my blog is crypto safe (if youre crypto, dont feel inclined to follow me if you dont want to, i value your safety above all)

though this is mainly a radfem blog i also post funnies, things i find pretty/cool, etc. (if youre wondering why i followed you and youre not a radfem blog, thats why)

i LOVE being spammed with reblogs and likes so dont be afraid to do so!!

i identified as "trans/nonbinary" for years before reclaiming my womanhood, and am so happy i did (its never too late)

in that same vein, theres no "right" or "wrong" way to be a woman

i was a huge trans activist for years before i realized it doesnt and will never benefit me despite their lies

on that note, i dont argue with tras, go kick rocks and debate with the mirror, loser

i post free pdfs, resources, graphics and everything else amongst the sort on this blog, feel free to explore and read, its not illegal to do so despite what youve been made to think (hashtag: #useful)

my dms are always open to mutuals (i love all my mutuals)

it sometimes takes me a while to reply (i.e. days, weeks...) to my messages because my life can get busy at times but rest assured i will get back to you, and love chatting!! (i sometimes also just come on here to feverishly reblog but dont have the energy to converse, i hope you understand)

i dont always reply to every reply on my posts because sometimes theres nothing else left to say! youve summed it up perfectly! but i LOVE reading all replies!!!

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though i do have some hashtags on this blog i regularly use to keep things somewhat organized, in general i dont use tags a lot, if ever

my blog is open to any and all women, even the trans identified ones, you are all welcome here and i love you (in other terms, my blog is open to all "afabs", even "transmen" and those who are "nonbinary") (if youre on the fence, or reconsidering things as of late, please feel free to message me, i vow to keep your identity a secret and will gladly chat with you in a judgement-free way, you are safe with me i promise)

there are more trans activists/trans people turned radfems than there are radfems turned trans activists/trans people, think about why that is

you are not the only one who thinks these thoughts, i promise you there are SO many women who think the same as you, you just havent found them yet, or theyre in hiding

how to find other like-minded women to follow

what makes a cult?

#intro post yippeeeee

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shimmerwindow · 4 months

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I Never Really

Part Thirteen

Word count: 7.2k

Warnings: Alcohol use, cigarette use, blood, smut (18+)

Sexual Content: fingering, oral (f rec), overstimulation, dirty talk, a bit of breeding kink, fuckin', classic creampie

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Sam, Sam, Sam. He was all you could manage to think about for the remainder of your days alone. It stung at times, picturing him with his family, in the town he came from, while you sat in the dorms alone. But you had the memories of the taste of his lips and the feeling of his body to keep you company. You’d been replaying the events of the other night constantly since the moment you’d stepped foot out of his car.

His yearning for you had been so obvious in every move of his body. You’d never be able to forget the way the calluses on his fingers were rough against your cheeks. Everything was easier now that you were riding on the high of mutual attraction. It seemed like nothing could possibly bring you down. Not even the impending stress of classes in a few weeks scared you, now that you had Sam.

Relieving was not a strong enough word to describe how it had felt. It was something more akin to world-altering. You’d been so stuck in your own head, so devoid of confidence in yourself, that you’d entirely convinced yourself you were not worthy of him. When all along, he had wanted you all the same. It all made sense, when you looked back on it. Every little touch, every glance, the nicknames, the compliments; they were not empty gestures as you’d suspected.

You were so excited to see him again, it gave you butterflies to the point of nausea to even think about it. He’d texted you a few times over his absence, simple things such as a merry christmas! and hope you’re well.

You were trying not to dwell on it too deeply, but the thought still lingered in the back of your mind – the feelings you had for him might not be entirely mutual. Sure, he wanted you physically, but the rest? It wasn’t clear to you. And, of course, the problem of Jake was still there. He hadn’t looked particularly pleased when he walked in on you and Sam the other night, and you were certain he knew what had happened. You prayed he would keep his mouth shut. You would have to address it some day, soon, but that day was not going to be today.

The hours ticked by, and you filled them with idle work, until the day came when Sam would return. When you woke on New Year’s Eve, your stomach ached with anxiety and, more powerfully, anticipation. He texted you to tell you when he would come by to get you – the two of you hadn't even discussed him picking you up. It was a sweet, small gesture that made you grin like a fool at your phone screen.

He was picking you up late – you didn’t want to give yourself too much time to get shitfaced. Throwing up in their bathroom once was more than enough for you, and you weren’t looking to ring in the new year while blacked out. The air outside the lobby was frigid, and a light snow was falling. It was beautiful and quiet, save for the occasional hollering from one of the houses just off campus. And the silence was fully broken by the sound of music playing loudly from Sam’s car as he pulled around the corner.

“Hey,” he said as you plopped into the passenger seat, thankful for a reprieve from the cold outside.

“Hey.” You couldn’t manage to meet his eyes, your entire body vibrating with need and nerves.

“How’ve you been?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Good. Missed you.” It slipped out before you were able to stop it.

“Missed you too.”

You finally looked up at him, met with a row of grinning teeth and two half-lidded eyes that could make you melt in an instant if you stared too long.

“I’m nervous,” you admitted.

He pulled away from the curb, placing a tentative hand on your thigh. “For what?”

It was too many things all at once, none of which you wanted to burden him with. Nervous for whatever the night with him would bring, nervous for the commotion of what was likely their biggest party of the year, nervous to see Jake. “Don’t know. Just nervous.”

He squeezed your thigh, giving it a gentle shake. “You can stick by me the whole night. We’ll have a good time.”

The warmth of his fingers gripping you was making you feel a bit dizzy. “I need a drink.”

“Almost there. I’ll getcha one. You’ve gotta get plastered with me,” he laughed.

The tension in the car was palpable. There were so many things you knew both of you wanted to say, but the words didn't need to be spoken. You communicated solely through your small talk, and the way you rested your fingers on top of his hand. You'd never noticed before, but his hands were big, far bigger than your own. You were trying not to imagine how those fingers would feel inside of you when he finally pulled up to the house.

“Ready?” He asked, turning the car off and looking at you expectantly. You nodded, and the two of you headed inside together.

It was jam-packed, with more people than you’d ever seen in there before. Music was playing from some unknown source, a speaker in a corner somewhere, you figured. Sparkly hats and funny glasses adorned every head you saw, a smile gracing every face. Everything felt hopeful.

You heard your name being called from the kitchen, a face peering out from behind the crowd in the living room. Daniel's hand raised up from behind the sea of people, waving at you and beckoning you over. You gave Sam a cautious glance, and he took your hand in his, leading the way and weaving the two of you through the people crowding the room.

“Welcome!” Danny wrapped you in a hug, and you could smell copious amounts of alcohol on him. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Sorry,” you laughed. “School was kicking my ass.”

“Well, it's break time! You want a drink? Let me make you a drink.” His hands clumsily grabbed at a stack of red plastic cups on the counter.

“I’ll get it for her,” Sam interrupted, squeezing himself between Danny and the counter.

“Yeah, sorry, go ahead – make your girlfriend a drink.” Daniel said it in such a nonchalant way, like he genuinely meant it.

“G– girlfriend?” Sam turned back to him, and you could see a faint blush rising in his cheeks.

“Just a friend,” you corrected. Though it wasn’t entirely true anymore.

“Did you down a whole bottle in the time I was gone, Daniel?” Sam chuckled, taking the top off a bottle.

“Jake’s worse.”

As if summoned, you heard a familiar voice nearby. “Lovely angel!” You turned in time to see Jake’s eyes on you as he made his way towards the three of you. “So nice to see you again, finally.” His words were slurred, thoroughly drunk. “God, you look nice.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Sam set the bottle back down on the counter just a bit too hard.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, your eyes cast to the floor. The night had just begun, and the tension in the room was already unbearable.

A voice from behind Jake caught your ear. A woman’s voice, shouting "Jakey!”

You paid careful attention to the jealousy that pulsed through your heart as this unknown girl emerged from the crowd, and wrapped an arm around Jake’s waist and pulled him away. You told yourself several times in rapid succession that it was a temporary feeling.

“Who the hell was that?” Danny asked, leaning against the counter and pointing a finger in the direction of the duo.

“Girl of the week, I’d guess,” Sam replied, handing you your finished drink.

The three of you chatted about whatever came to mind, most of the conversation being taken up by Danny regaling both of you with tales of his golf outings.

“And then everyone on the course stood up and cheered, right?” Sam said after a particularly doubtable claim.

“Are you calling me a liar?” iii Danny gasped. “I would never."

“Right,” Sam replied. “And what about that one time when you said you–”

“Ah, whatever you’re about to say, I’m sure it wasn’t important!”

Sam looked at you, rolling his eyes with a smile. “Cigarette?” He asked, softly.

You nodded. You needed one right about now.

Daniel took his leave to go hit on some girl in the crowd, while Sam led you out the back door. It was nearly empty outside, only a few stragglers braving the cold for a joint or a smoke. Sam actually had his own pack this time, something you’d only seen a handful of times.

“Finally bought your own, huh?” You teased, poking a finger into his side.

“Well, I wasn’t seeing you enough to bum off of you. Had to take matters into my own hands.” He wiggled the cigarette between his fingers.

The two of you stared at the sky in mostly silence, watching the clouds creep over the moon. Though, your eyes were drawn to him, and you found yourself mesmerized. The way he inhaled through his teeth and tilted his head back to keep the scent off of himself, the way he held it between his index finger and thumb. As always, every movement he made captivated you.

“We should drink some of that champagne,” he said after a slow exhale.

“I don’t really like champagne.”

“If there’s one time I’m gonna force you to drink it, it's New Year’s Eve. You’re having some with me.” He put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the corner of the porch, opening the door back inside a bit. “You coming?”

You hurriedly finished your smoke and followed him inside, where he braved the crowds around the plethora of bottles to pour both of you a glass. A real one, not plastic, grabbed from the cabinet.

“Fine china for the lady.” He handed your glass to you, clinking his own against yours in a toast. “To whatever next year brings.”

It was cramped in the house, but you’d found a place to sit on the stairs, next to Sam. The two of you finally had a chance to catch up, without the awkward tension of loving-hatred holding back all of the words between you.

“So…about the other night,” he began, during a lull in your conversations.

“What about it?” You had just barely enough alcohol in your system to comprehend speaking with him about it.

“I didn't, like…come on too strong, did I?” He gave you a nervous smile.

“No, no, absolutely not.” You urged his worries away with a wave of your hand. “In fact…nevermind.”

“What?”

“I said nevermind.” You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh and turned away from him.

“What? Say it! C’mon!” He gave you a little shove and a grin.

“Maybe you didn't come on strong enough,” you said between giggles.

“Stronger next time, got it,” he replied. “Speaking of which, they’re gonna start counting soon.” He motioned to the TV, and the clock that now read 11:58. “Who’s your New Year’s kiss gonna be?”

“Gee, I wonder…” you brought a hand up to shield your eyes, and looked around the room. “Don’t know if there’s any promising suitors here.”

“I know one, actually.”

“Yeah? Who’s that?”

“Well, his name is Sam–”

“Oh, I think I know him! The cute one, right?”

“The cutest one.”

The two of you laughed, and he draped an arm around your shoulders. Sitting with him like this felt so right, like you were always meant to find yourself in this position. The warmth of his body was so radiant, and it felt good even against the drunk heat of your own body.

One minute was left, sixty seconds to the new year. The events of the past few months flashed through your mind, all of the loss, the heartbreak, the yearning, the pining, the redemption, the sex, the love…all of it was unlike anything you’d found in years before. You always thought your life was, for the most part, uneventful. Sure, you had fun and did things here and there, but the past years had been nothing compared to this.

Ten...nine...eight...

You thought about the roof, and the way Sam had been so thankful for your presence the first time you met him. Maybe this was all preordained, maybe he was meant to find you up on that roof. Maybe in every lifetime you would pull a cigarette out of your pack and give it to him without a second thought.

Three…two…one…

Happy New Year!

The room exploded into cheers and laughs as Sam’s hand caught the side of your face and he pulled you in. Your lips met with an urgency that hadn’t been there the last time you’d kissed. Like he needed this, like he'd been waiting far too long. You wrapped your arms around him, leaning further into your first kiss of the new year. You didn’t realize you were still holding your empty champagne flute in your hand, until you felt it slip from your fingers. Your hand darted out to grab it – an immediate mistake, when you heard it shatter, followed by a searing pain in your hand.

You winced away from him, pulling your arms back and looking at your palm, which now bore the bright red of a fresh cut from the broken glass.

“Jesus– what happened?” He asked, grabbing your wrist.

“I don’t know, I dropped it, and I tried to grab it, I– I’m sorry, shit!” You both laughed with the absurdity of it all. Of course your first move of the new year would be slicing your hand open.

“It’s alright, you’re okay. Let me look at it.” He gently loosened your fingers until your palm was flat enough for him to look at the cut. “Doesn’t look too bad. Go up to my room. I’ll meet you there in a second. And don't get blood on that outfit, I like that shirt on you." He gave you a smirk.

You did as he said, hurrying up the stairs before more worried eyes from the crowd could settle on you. He was there in only a few minutes, after cleaning up the broken glass, you assumed.

“Alright,” he sighed with a smile. “How much is it bleeding?”

You uncurled your fingers again to show him.

“That's not bad. C’mere.” He led you to the sink in the bathroom that connected his and Jake’s rooms and told you to rinse it, while he rummaged around in the cabinet. You were struck by a sudden familiarity, recalling the image of your own face in the mirror above the sink. Remembering the last time you'd been here. After the Halloween party.

“Sit.” He motioned to his bed, back through the open door. You obeyed, sitting cross-legged on the edge of his comforter. “Let me see,” he said, sitting across from you.

You gingerly held your hand out for him, your fingers shaking a bit. “I’m sorry,” you murmured. “Bad way to start the year.”

“Don’t apologize.” His voice was low and soft as he started delicately wrapping a bit of gauze around your hand. “Does it hurt?”

“A little bit.” The alcohol in your system was, thankfully, dulling the sensation just enough.

“I’ll put this on for tonight, then maybe tomorrow a few band-aids will be enough. I don't think it's deep enough for stitches or anything.”

You nodded, trying to control your breathing as he worked his fingers around your hand, putting down a small piece of tape to hold the gauze.

“You really sliced it up, sweetheart.” He lifted his eyes to meet yours, a warmth present behind them that you'd never seen before. “I’m no nurse, but that should be fine for tonight.”

“Thanks,” you sighed.

He took both of your hands in his, and a weight seemed to settle over both of you in the warm lamplight of the room. His care, his compassion for you, it struck a nerve in the most beautiful of ways. You wanted to tell him. You felt a pressing need to tell him. This was it, this was your chance, your one moment when it would come out effortlessly.

“What?” He gave you a little smile. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

Apparently, it was written all over your face. “Can I say something?”

“Say whatever you want to say. It’s a new year!”

“Alright, but…you have to agree that if you don't like it, we’ll both just forget it ever happened.” You couldn’t believe you were really doing this.

“Okay…” he replied, cautiously. “Go on.”

You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, your lips parted in anticipation of your own words. “Sammy,” you sighed. The sentence chased itself out of your mouth before you could stop it. “It might be too soon to say this. I know you just kissed me for the first time, like, a week ago. But I don't just want...I just have to tell you that I feel like..." You were losing it, wrapping yourself up in attempts to dance around the point. You took one last deep breath, braced yourself, and spoke. "I’ve had a crush on you. For like, ever.” You closed your eyes, fearing his response.

It felt so stupid and cheesy. Like confessing to your middle school crush that you liked them. It was so typical of you to say it in such a silly way, too. You didn't exactly regret it, not yet, but you wished you’d been able to keep it to yourself just a bit longer. And that you’d been able to say it in a more graceful way.

Even through your mildly drunken haze, you could somehow feel him tense. You heard his breath stop, then quicken. His hands on yours tightened their grip. His voice came out as a whisper. “Seriously?”

You nodded, the motion making it feel like your world was spinning. You weren't sure if it was your hands, or his that were shaking. The silence was loud enough to make your ears ring.

“Are you pranking me or something?”

You shook your head. You wished you could take your words back. You scrunched up your eyes, willing the world to turn backwards just a few seconds. Steeling yourself for the inevitable response of rejection.

“Well, that’s…” You felt his hands slip away from yours, and you let your hands fall back into your lap. You couldn't imagine opening your eyes right now.

You could hear his breathing pick up. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and exhaled it slowly. You prayed to any god that was listening to end your suffering already.

But his hand gently grabbed your chin. He tilted your face up a bit. And you could smell the alcohol on his breath, far too close. You opened your eyes only a moment before it happened, his lips meeting yours. Softly, only the ghost of a kiss. He tasted like champagne and cigarettes and his hair brushed the sides of your face. Everything about it felt like heaven.

“I can’t believe you said it first.” He breathed the words past your parted lips. “I was gonna tell you the same thing.”

The tension broke, and you threw your arms around his shoulders, practically climbing into his lap. He breathed a contented sigh, bordering on a groan, and it sounded so god damn beautiful. Your lips locked fervently, one of his hands coming up to cradle the side of your face, the other digging into your waist, roaming along your back like he needed to feel every inch of you all at once.

You paused for a gasping breath, gazing upon that flawless face of his. You ran your fingers through his silky hair, watching his eyelashes flutter at the sensation.

“I never really wanted to tell you,” He whispered.

“Why not?"

“I need you too much.” The truth of his words was evident behind those dark eyes, pupils wide. “Was worried it would ruin everything.”

You tried to ground yourself with a deep breath, only floating further out into him when you took in his scent. It was something you could always smell on those long nights when you thought about him just a bit too hard. Incense and weed and whatever bit of cologne he wore.

“When you got mad at me, thinking I'd been with the other guys, was that–”

“I wanted you all to myself.” He planted another kiss to your lips. “Was pissed as hell that maybe someone else was gonna take you away from me.” Another kiss. “Then I just figured you didn’t like me. And after the other night…I figured you just wanted sex.”

“I can’t believe you never caught on,” you giggled. “Didn’t think I was very good at hiding it.”

“Oh, miss eclipse,” he smiled, shaking his head and brushing his fingers over your cheek. “I could tell. But I thought it was too good to be true.”

For once, the corny little nickname he’d chosen for you didn’t make you cringe. It felt so endearing, like he meant it with his entire heart that you were everything in his sky, morning and night.

“And by the way, I want that too. The sex part.” You said with a smile. You couldn’t believe just how confident you were acting in this moment. The words just barely left you before he was latching his lips onto yours. The two of you moved frantically, your hands fighting with his shirt to get your hands on his skin as quickly as you possibly could.

This was real. This was happening. You could barely believe it, the intensity of it all making your stomach flip. He was gentle, but moved quickly, like he couldn’t wait another second. He pulled his shirt off, throwing it across the room, and you hooked your fingers in the hem of your own shirt to do the same. But his hands settled on yours, incredibly delicate with the injured one, you noticed.

“My job.”

He freed you of your shirt, tossing it aside, and simply staring at you. You hadn't worn a bra tonight, so you were completely exposed in front of him. A desire to cover yourself washed over you, but dissipated quickly when you noticed the love in his gaze.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” His voice was low, a tone you’d never heard before, positively dripping with need. You placed your hands on his chest, and he did the same, lightly brushing a thumb over your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

He leaned in again, peppering kisses along your lips, your jaw, your cheeks, anywhere he could reach. All the while he pinched and prodded and just touched you, finally, exploratory, seeing what would make you whine the loudest.

“Please,” he breathed between kisses. “Please let me fuck you.”

You were stunned to complete silence, not even able to breathe as his teeth started sucking a bruise into your collarbone. It sent a shock through your body, the ache between your legs becoming a pressing need. “Yes,” was all you were able to say.

He pushed you onto your back, your head landing on the pillows. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of your pants and your panties at the same time, moving incredibly slow, like he needed all the time in the world to even process what was happening.

“Hurry up,” you whined, lifting your hips so he could pull your pants off. “I need it.”

“Need?” He smiled down at you, leaning down to place soft kisses along your stomach and down to your thighs, which you had clamped around his shoulders. “Be patient. I want to–” He ripped your pants the rest of the way off and tossed them aside, gripped your knees, and shoved your legs apart. There was a pause, his lips fighting against a smile. “Oh, she’s pretty.”

“Stop staring,” you whined, covering your face as you felt a drop of wetness roll down your core. You prayed he didn’t notice, but from the way he licked his lips, he absolutely did.

You could see his fingers shaking with need as he tried to take his time, kissing along your thighs. “I’ll stare all I want,” he breathed, and you could feel it fan out across you. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

“Since the day we met?”

He ran his tongue over your clit, almost too delicately, in a way that made you buck your hips against his mouth with a moan. “Since the day I first saw you. In that stupid class.”

You weaved your fingers through his hair, melting into the feeling of his mouth against you, trying to comprehend it all.

“Was praying I’d run into you somewhere. Guess someone heard me.” He didn’t pull his mouth away, every word sending a vibration straight through you. Something about his voice was striking you in a way you hadn’t felt for anyone else before, like you could listen to him talk for hours.

He worked a finger into you, his tongue never breaking contact with you. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of his mouth and your own moaning, and you just might have cared if you were entirely sober. Most of it was drowned out by the music and commotion below you.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

You propped yourself up onto your elbows to look at him, the sight taking your breath away. He looked up at you with those eyes you loved so dearly, the suggestion of a smile on his face. You felt so frail under his touch, as his hand wrapped around the outside of your thigh and squeezed hard enough to make you squirm away from him.

But he was having none of it, his hand migrating to your hip to push you down. “Stay,” he mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear it. “Let me make you cum like this.”

You couldn’t form words, couldn’t even say his name. He caught on to all your favorite spots, exploring you greedily, his eyes fixed on yours as he pushed you closer to your peak. You didn’t want it to be over yet, and held on as long as you could, your fingers knotted in his hair.

There was no use fighting it when he curled his finger, perfectly finding just the right spot inside you. The one that made your jaw drop and your breath stop, only silence and the obscene sounds of his tongue against you.

“Right there?” He asked, a smug smile still visible even though you could barely see his face.

You nodded, your nails scratching against his scalp as you tried to pull him closer to you. Your ability to speak was waning as your thighs tightened around his head. He pushed you over the edge, and his name was the only thing you could gasp out as you thrashed under his grip.

He didn’t pause, didn’t even slow down as you started to come down from your high. He held you tighter, his eyes still trained on yours, gaze dripping with lust. Between your whimpers and cries, you could hear him letting out quiet moans. Restricted, like he was trying to stay quiet.

It was becoming too much, your body still trembling from your orgasm. “Sam,” you gasped. “Too much, too much, you have to– you gotta stop, I can’t–”

“You’re fine.” He said it like you were complaining about a stubbed toe.

“It’s too good, please…” You had no control over yourself as you started squirming, thoroughly overstimulated, needing it to stop and needing more all at the same time. Your head was swimming, your fingers clawing at the sheets as he pulled the most ungodly sounds from your throat.

“Sammy, stop, wait– don’t stop, just– slow down, please!”

“Begging. I like that.” He didn’t slow down, licking at you like a starved man, while you tried to best to keep breathing. Every breath had begun to turn into a pitiful whimper or a please.

“You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” A complacent smile lit up the half of his face you could see. You’d probably be annoyed, if you weren’t trying so hard to keep breathing.

It felt like you were on the verge of blacking out, a second peak rising inside you. It creeped through your body, your fingers tingling with it as you got lost inside your own mind. All that existed in this moment was him. The rest of the world faded away into the muffled sounds he made against you, your moans falling silent. The heaving of your chest stopped, your jaw falling slack in a soundless scream.

“Breathe.”

One single word from his lips brought you crashing back down to earth, and you writhed under his firm grip on your thigh. You grabbed at him, tangling your fingers in his hair, only capable of saying his name and incoherently swearing between gasps. You’d never had anyone make you cum like this before, your entire mind and body swept up in it for what felt like minutes.

He finally relented, pulling himself away and staring at you. “Too much?” He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Perfect, actually.” You gasped out each word around labored breaths.

He shifted, pulling away from you and standing at the foot of the bed. You closed your legs, a bit embarrassed by just how slick your thighs felt.

“Do you…want more?” He asked, his thumb already hooked in the waistband of his pants, a sweet innocence hiding behind his smile.

You sat up, a little woozy, but needing to be even just a few inches closer to him. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“God, don’t say it like that…” he laughed, his cheeks reddening.

“What?” You smiled, cocking your head to the side as you inched closer, coming to rest on your knees on the bed in front of him. “What’s wrong with that? Not allowed to tell you I can take it?”

“Jesus, shut up or you’re gonna get me all flustered.” He started to pull at the hem of his pants, but you stopped him.

“Wait.” You scooted even closer, resting your hands on top of his. “I want to.”

You seemed to leave your body for a second once you caught the first glimpse of him. There was no word you could use to describe this moment other than perfect. You reached out, your body moving of its own volition, tracing a finger across the underside of his cock.

“Just like you imagined?” He asked.

Your mouth fell open in stunned silence, and you had to fight back a smile. Only he could catch you on such little things like that.

“Hmm. Bigger, actually,” you replied, when you finally found your voice again.

“Scared?” He asked, a smug little smile on his lips.

You nodded, slowly. You honestly were, just a bit. You knew it would be good, but the idea of such unbridled perfect pleasure was a bit daunting to you. Especially after he’d sent you flying out of your body just a few minutes ago.

“Don’t be.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”

He pushed you back down onto your back, crawling over you. It was a sight you'd envisioned so many times, it felt surreal to finally be seeing the real thing. The way his arms flexed and his hair fell into his face, the playful expression that graced those gorgeous features, all of it was just too good.

He ran the tip of his cock over your clit a few times, testing the waters, teasing you. “You’re on birth control, right?”

“Why? Don’t wanna knock me up? I thought you liked me.” You gave him an absolutely wicked smile.

He laughed, his eyes clouding over in a dark grin. “I don’t think you want me to answer that.”

You didn’t reply, only cocking your head at him and looking at him inquisitively.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. The change in angle pushed him against you, just enough to make you literally ache for more. “Actually, that sounds quite nice. Putting a baby in you.”

You’d only been trying to tease him, fluster him a bit. You weren’t prepared for him to make it so dirty. But you loved every second of it, the way his words sounded so genuine. You tried to reply with something snarky, something to test how far he was willing to push it, but the words caught in your throat.

“You want that? It’d be a Virgo.”

You clutched at him, scarcely able to believe you were actually hearing the words coming out of his mouth right now. You needed him, desperately, now more than ever. “Sammy, please, just fuck me,” you whined, your voice broken down to a downright pathetic whimper.

“We’ve both been waiting for months. I’m not rushing.” He straightened back up, muttering a quiet oh, fuck as he slid into you, slowly, giving you time to adjust. Your fingers gripped at the sheets, your uninjured hand snaking up the back of his neck to tangle in his hair. When he was finally, finally inside you, it was almost too much. The thrill of finally having him, and the way it felt so fucking good, it was overwhelming. You were gasping for air, tightening around him like you needed to keep him there forever.

“Baby, baby, relax,” he breathed, cupping your face in one hand. “Open your eyes.”

You hadn’t even realized your eyes were shut, colors swimming across your vision in the shape of him. But when you looked at him, he seemed so godlike, a marble statue of a man that seemed to give off its own light.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, wiping a tear from the side of your face. Whatever tie held your body and mind together, he had severed it – you didn’t even realize a few tears of bliss had slipped out.

“Please don't stop,” you begged, running your fingers through his hair and gripping his shoulder, trying to find some semblance of grounding.

“You’re alright. You need to breathe, though.”

“How?” You whimpered, narrowing your eyes at him, sending a fresh cascade of tears down your cheeks.

He let out a laugh you’d never heard before, like he was trying not to move too much. But you still felt every rise and fall of his chest. “Same way you always do, sunshine. You sound like you’re gonna pass out.”

“Feels too good,” you said between slow exhales.

“I know, I know,” he cooed. “Just chill. I won’t break you.”

“I think I need you to, actually.”

"You need me to?" He started up a rhythm, slow at first, trying to give you time to calm yourself. Every thrust was like a vision of heaven, knocking the wind out of you every time he pushed in a little deeper. "I can do that." The way he was looking at you, his eyes never breaking away from your face, and his expression…it might have been the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen in your life.

"You like it that way?" He gave you a smug smile, the one that always drove you a bit crazy.

“I just– fuck–”

He was being so gentle with you, giving you exactly what you needed, no more and no less. Words started to abandon you, and as he quickened his pace a bit, you began to fall deeper into a pit of bliss. Everything disappeared except for him, but he was all you needed. Incoherent babbles of pleasure and filth fell from your mouth, every word a gasp or moan.

“Yeah? How’s it feel, love?” He asked with a grin.

“So…full,” was all you could manage in reply.

“You’re taking it so good.” He hooked his fingers around the back of your knee, hoisting your leg up onto his shoulder.

He pushed in even deeper with this new angle, and for a moment it felt like he really was about to split you in two. He reached between the two of you, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit in time with each thrust.

“That feels so fucking good, baby,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, call me that again.”

A second orgasm was building within you, hot and fast and it was a bit terrifying how high you were climbing. “Baby,” you panted. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Am I? Is my sweet girl gonna cum for me?”

You could only manage to groan out a mhm, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer.

“Go ahead baby, I’ve got you.”

You were trying to hold back, you weren’t ready for it to be over yet. Having him in your arms like this was all you’d ever wanted and more, and you never wanted it to end.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, the rhythm of his hips faltering a bit. “Gonna make me cum, too.”

You wrapped your other leg around him, locking him in place. “Inside,” was all you could say.

“Inside?” He parroted. “Want me to fill you up?”

You nodded frantically, panting out a yes between each sip of air you gasped on.

“Quit holding it,” he said between clenched teeth. “Cum for me baby, come on, please let me have it, please–”

His begging was all it took. You clutched at him, clawing marks into his back as you came, feeling yourself fluttering around him. It hit you hard, like smashing against a wall of pure pleasure so good it almost hurt. Above your cries of his name, you could hear him letting out the most beautiful-sounding moans you’d ever heard in your entire life, his voice pitched up a bit.

You were certain there was nothing in the world that could possibly be more wonderful to you than this moment, when his shaking arm collapsed down and he laid his weight onto you. He tried to speak, the words only coming out as incoherent praises.

“God, I can barely fucking talk,” he laughed.

You combed your fingers through his hair, damp with sweat at the roots but still silky-soft. He slid off of you, turning you on your side so he could cup his body around yours.

“‘M gonna stain your sheets,” you mumbled, barely able to keep your eyes open, so thoroughly drained.

“Don’t care. Are you cold?”

You were, as the sweat on your body chilled you a bit. The warmth of the crowd of people downstairs didn’t reach into this corner of the house, and a draft was coming in through the window above his bed.

“A little.” You curled yourself closer to his body, and the warmth he radiated.

“When my legs stop shaking I’ll get you some clothes.”

“It’s fine, I can–” you tried to lift yourself off the bed, finding your body felt a thousand times heavier than you were used to. Like he’d sucked every ounce of life from you. It felt oddly good, likely because you’d finally expended the excess energy you’d been harboring for months.

“No. Stay there.”

You mourned the loss of contact when his body pulled away from yours, turning over to watch him. It felt so deeply intimate, to a degree that almost felt wrong, watching his naked body move across the room. Like this was a moment reserved for somebody special, anybody but you, you didn’t deserve to see him this way. You watched the way the muscles in his arms and back moved when he pulled on a loose-fitting pair of pants that rested just below his hips, a look that was unbearably sexy to you.

“Here.” He walked over to you, a shirt and pants in each hand. “You’ll get cold.”

You only had the energy to pull the shirt on. “I should pee, too.”

“Right. Give me your hands.”

He helped you up, taking great care to pull you by the wrist of your bandaged hand. “How’s that feel, by the way?” He turned your wrist over in his fingers.

“Hurts, now that I’m something closer to sober.”

“I’m sorry, love. I hope it heals fast.”

In the bright lights of the bathroom, your emotions caught up with you at a frightening speed. The last time you’d been in here, you’d left an angel costume crumpled in the corner, while you tried to convince yourself you hadn’t made a terrible mistake. It was all washing over you, now. You’d have to tell him. From where you stood now, staring at your half-naked self in the mirror and washing the one hand you could wash, it was as if you were taking the first step on an impossible climb up a mountain. But it would have to be done.

Sam was pulling an extra pillow out of his closet when you finally stumbled your way out of the bathroom, clad in his clothes. You could hear his breath hitch when he saw you.

“You look nice, I’m glad it all fits right, also do you like your pillows softer or firmer? I’d take you home but I can’t drive right now, and I think it’d be nice to sleep next to you, but if you don’t want to–”

“Sam.” You interrupted him, placing a hand on his bare chest. “Softer, please. And I’d love to stay here.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “Make yourself comfortable. I gotta find a shirt.” He tossed the pillow into place on the bed, and went back to digging in his closet.

The comfort and warmth under the plush sheets was exactly what you needed. You hadn’t even realized how cold you were until you pulled the covers up to your chin. Everything he owned smelled faintly of incense, a signature scent of his.

"You never actually answered me earlier. About the birth control, by the way," he said as he laid next to you, pulling you close.

"Yeah, no, you totally got me pregnant. I can feel the baby bump forming already."

He shook your body with a bout of laughter, squeezing his arms around you. "Very funny. You better not be serious, though."

"Just joking. Nothing to worry about."

"Good," he sighed. "A Virgo baby sounds difficult."

Laying in the dark, curled into his chest while he stroked his fingers over your back, you thought that nothing could ever feel as good as this. There was a sense of finality to this night. The suffering you’d endured, the pain of being so sure he didn’t share the same feelings, the lonely nights you’d spent soaking your pillow with tears, it was all over.

Things were not perfect. They likely would never be. A glimmer of hope rose in your chest, gnawing at the darkness clouding the back of your mind. Maybe he wouldn’t care. Maybe his feelings for you would override whatever anger he harbored over Jake. Maybe, when you finally came clean, he would hear you out, and understand. You still weren’t entirely sure if you had done it with the intention to hurt him, but if you had, it was only a knee-jerk reaction to heartbreak. You’d have to pray he would understand.

As sleep began to claim you, your anxious breaths slowing, you could feel yourself melt into him. He truly was, in every sense, everything to you. Love had never felt like such a strong force in your life until now. A silly little emotion you'd always pushed to the side no longer felt very silly or little. You would do anything for him. He was every star in your night sky, he was the sun that warmed you in the mornings. You wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life basking in his glow.

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kaiserkisser · 5 months

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mutuals appreciation post <333

hello, everyone. this is my end of year mutuals appreciation post to thank each and every one of you here, who has put up with me enough to be friends with me. I simply can't put it into words how much I love yall and how much im grateful to all of you for being here, but I'll still try. I wish all of you a very very happy new year ❤

@delusina kaz, thank you. thank u sm for everything. you were my first mutual and i love you sm for that. almost all the friends i have right now, they're thanks to you. i still remember sending you cat pics every week in the beginning (im sorry i forgot to continue that 😭) and you and vi are the reason ✿❀ anon exists <3 ilysmm <333

@floraldresvi VIVI. ILYSM. ik ive already sent you a new year ask but still i can never express my appreciation for you enough <3 thank you sm vi for literally always being there for me, and i hope i can return the favor whenever you need :) i lovelovelove seeing you in my notifs :)) also baivi rules <333

@chosokisser mai my bbg my love /p again, ive already mesaaged you, but still, im so glad i have you in my life. if you need absolutely anything, if you just wanna talk to smn, or anything, ill always be here. in fact, we can even commit arson together if you want :DD and remember that me and choso adore you to heaven and back <333

@haithamvoid again, thank you sm for being friends with me. <33 im literally so glad for the day i opened tumblr to find mai forcing us to socialize XD we seem to have a bunch of shared interests and i remember the times we sent each other a bunch of kaiser (and gojo??) pics ehehe (also if you play genshin then on which server-)

@damyoujackson uhm thank u sm for being my irl bestie. I mean it. honestly i dont think ive actually had a friend i clicked with as much as i did with you in a long time. ik its probably not easy putting up with someone weird like me so erm tysm.. in all seriousness im really glad we're friends <33 ( we do NOT talk abt this in school OKAY.) (<- me being awkward)

@noomon you are an absolutely amazing, warm and pleasant person to be around! (And i love your aesthetic too omg) anyways you're very caring and nice and i always perk up whenever i see you in my notifs or inbox <33

@mikacynth mikaaa its been agesss i hope you're doing alright and uni is treating you well </3 again, one of my first mutuals that i interacted with bc you were a 'mutual in law' of mine hehe :) you're also an awesome and fun person to be around, so remember that me and kaeya love u <333

@yinyinggie yingg! You're such a big blog, so thank you sm for interacting with me! you're totally wonderful, and im so glad i got to participate in the ebg hosted by you hehe that was SO much fun <333(and it hurt my heart too but nvm-) anyways ilysmm <33

@alexisomnias aaah alexisss we dont interact much these days but still, i love you so so much, you are someone i always love seeing on my dash or in my notifs <3 and i adore alekav too its so cutee <333

@kitorin omg yes soutaa you're another person who shows up on my dash often and i love that you do <3 i hope you dont mind all the times ive tagged you in smth ahshshdhb i also always smile whenever i see u in my notifs so thank u smm for being moots with me <33

also to @ilyuu @m1shapanda @supernova25 @chooodles @camvrin @meidnightrain we havent interacted much this year, but ive loved seeing you guys often on my dash so i hope we interact more this next year <333 please dont mind me tagging you dhshsh

Happy New Year to all of you!!!! I hope you all have all the joys of the world and that all your wishes get fulfilled, because you guys totally deserve it 💕

I found a little something too here that i wanted to share with all of you since i thought you guys might like it <333

#🔮rambles~#🔮beloved-mutuals<333

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krispyykrab · 6 months

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heya my name is kris!! you can also call me metta if you like. i post a lot about undertale/deltarune but really this is an everything blog, so expect anything that my brain decides to fixate on at the moment lmao

some cautions before i get into my intro- im an adult, so i wont hesitate to reblog suggestive things now and again. however i will *not* be reblogging nsfw or anything of the sort, but anything suggestive i reblog will be tagged with "(suggestive)". follow at your own discretion. i may reblog posts regarding mental health topics now and again, so keep that in mind as well.

all in all, however, i prefer to keep this a generally positive blog all around.

things about me-

* im nonbinary (possibly demiboy as well??) and i use they/them pronouns or no pronouns

* im bisexual and aroaceflux

* i bounce around fandoms a bit but im generally interested in ut/dr, steven universe, and pokemon

* i love animals very much!! i have 5 cats, 2 dogs and 2 pet rats named melli and juno (they are my babies)

* im in college and im a cashier so im busy a lot of the time, please dont take it personally if i take a while to respond to anything

*** mutuals, i love tag games and tag a lot of my mutuals when i play them, please let me know if you do not want to be tagged in tag games ^^

** i spam likes and reblogs, again let me know if this is something you'd rather me not do

* on that note, i love making new friends, and current mutuals dont be afraid to reach out and talk to me :D

i think that about sums it up!! thanks for reading my intro and thanks for checking out my blog, hope you stick around :3

(not a kris rp account by the way, thats just my name and i also love them dearly)

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saetoshis · 1 year

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CLOSING OUT THE YEAR!

[‹ A MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST ›]

[‹ ABOUT ›] i started this new blog in around september, and we already have over 1k followers and sooo many lovely mutuals from not only this account but my past one! and i adore you all SO MUCH, this is just me spewing my love and thoughts into one giant post 🤗 // if i forgot you PLEASE let me know and i'll add you :') i have soo many mutuals i need to keep track sobs!

[‹ EXTRAS ›] if you can, listen to the song! i just think it rlly ties into how i feel from a musical standpoint sob! im a music nerd excuse me ahksla

@kavehtion

MY SWEET VLYNN ! i not only adore your writing but also your formatting, it's so pleasing to the eye :') i find your energy soothing and bright - your confidence radiates to me and i always absolutely adore seeing you on dash! we don't interact too much but i hope we can more in the future :)

@heartnagi

LOLA LOLA LOLA BABY ! you've been here since diaphanoso snifle i adore you sooo much ! everything you post i go "that's so real" in my head, i adore your creativity and you have such a strong sense of morals which i admire :') i'm soo glad to have gotten close to u ! let's keep thirsting over aether and each other more next year ehehe

@zorotits

LINAAA even tho we are new moots i literally love ur energy on dash.. it's kinda bright and chaotic and SOO funny ! your theme actually makes me wanna take a bite out of ur acc if that makes sense jaksdla BUT i legit adore your energy (esp in tags omfg they make me die) and hope we can interact n thirst sooo much more next year :)

@touyyes

BAKI OMGFGKJF baki i stg. you make me LOSE MY MIND every time you post.. it's either making me choke from laughing so hard or actually dying from the MM M MM OH SO YUMMY thirsts ! you had me at toji n i was like i have to follow RN. BUT STOP i adore ur energy it's like bright chaos it makes me feel SOOO FULL OF GOOD ENERGY :) let's thirst over toji in jjk s2 next year :P

@dilu3

MY SWEET LALAA ! your fics literally bring me to my KNEESSS i adore the way you write especially bachira, n you're always putting me on to new chars and animes like hellsing :') i love your creativity and how you're always thinking of creative blog names n themes i adore them all !! gimme even more chars to thirst over in 2023 :)

@510hz

ARES i dont think u understand how much i adore seeing u on dash like. even the controversial posts i'm like "stop thats so real" like everything u say i agree with. the energy is like.. chaotic chill I LOVE IT it feeds my soul :') i cant wait for more moshares interactions n maybe irl eheheheh :)

@hystix

cadie dont get me started. HALAHAKAKA i literally love u like i am in love w you :') you're my bright lil light on dash n i swear when i see u in notifs im like "I CAUGHT U !" you're such a like.. precious soul to me i just wanna hug u snifle !! you remind me of warm hugs yesyes that is ur energy to me!! my sweet cadie snifle I MUST SEE U MORE ON GENSHIN N DASH NEXT YEAR :)

@tinie

ARLO ! SOGLO ! BUNLO ! omgongog you might not know but i swear u have an influence on me ! your energy is so like .. calm but attractive if that makes sense snifle ! the 'nodnodnod' n use of 'soggy' has captured me i swear ! now im always saying soggy ! but i rlly love seeing u on dash n ur like.. my biggest scara association if that makes sense ! i wanna see evennn more scarlomouche all 2023 :')

@nymphoheretic

MY BABY MY WIFE my BEAAAUTIFUL WIFE ! nymph / kk / kirei my absolute babe. my beloved since diaphanoso .. my biggest kyo n gyo n tengen thirst partner ehehe ! your energy is like omgog warm and chaotic I ADORE U ! every time i rewatch kny n see kyo im like 'yeah that's my wife's man' ehehekekej I HOPE TO THIRST OVER KNY EVENNN MORE WITH U ! one day ill finish bleach n catch up to all ur faves :)

@blueparadis

PARADIS ! omgomg i swear we haven't interacted much sobs BUT I WANNA MORE ! you give me suuuch calm sweet energy on dash :') I ALWAYS ADOREEE your formatting your brain is just like WHOAA so special so creative ! i can't wait to see more pretty colors on dash from u ehehe AND HOPEFULLY EVEN MORE INTERACTIONS IN 2023 !

@kunizk

ZENNN ZENZEN ! omg we rlly have not interacted much but stop. i adore ur navi SO MUCH I WANNA EAT IT ? like does that make sense? prob not BUTASLASAL STOP STOPP. i love ur interactions w toji's rp blog i love seeing just like. no shits given layin everything out ahaklaa BUT ! i hope to see more feral shit on dash from u AND MORE INTERACTIONS TOGETHER NEXT YEAR :)

@nymphoheratic

KATTAKSDHKAL KAT MY BABY ! my lil genshin buddy snifle ! i not only adore ur writing but i just ADORE U ! you're my lil kit kat sob :') i hope tumblr fkn unflags u someday HAKAKA it is ridiculous how much i miss u here ! but im glad i have u on genshin n hopefully we can share more lil leaks n show off tcg n showcases to each other next year ehehkeeke !

@babiefwuit

my love my light my literal best friend :') I SRSLY DONT KNOW WHAT ID DO WITHOUT YOU TO TALK TO :(:(((:(:(( nana bun HAKDAL grammy bun i miss u SOOO BAD ! WE NEED TO CATCH UP RN. like HOP ON DISC RN ! i am kissing u my sweet, soulful-energied baby! i could cry ! ahdkalsda BUT LETS MEET UP AGAIN N THIRST OVER GYOMEI AGAIN IN 2023 !

@itoshi-s

OMFGHKLASDKLAAAA ZARI STOP. bro it's been like 2 days of being mutuals but STOP I LOVE SEEING U ON DASH I LOSE MY MIND ! your energy omfg. it's irreplaceable i stg ! the feral thirsts, the thoughts u put in my tinie head ! ill go insane one day I SWEAR ADKASL im gonna bite u 24/7 in 2023 :')

@boyfrwenz

JEM MY SWEET THING ! you are my biggest daichi association ever ! every time i see anything haikyuu/daichi related im like STOP I WONDER IF JEM HAS SEEN THIS OMG ! you have like calm chaotic but also bright energy snifle ! i hope to see more daichi fics n interactions in 2023 :))

@ohsatori

omg HALEYYEHKALDSA stop stop ! i adore how you write not only tendou but all characters snifle ! your theme caught my eye so hard n im sooo glad i clicked follow sob ! you are such a sweet, bright soul on dash to me !! you also put me on SOO much good haikyuu art i adore it :') i cannot WAIT for more tendou fics n art n interactions next year :P

@haruchiyos

azrael my beloved my pretty thing ! u get me like u just GET ME yk? i feel like we're aligned or smth ! every time i interact with you im just thinking "mm m mm azrael gets it!" I MISS SEEING U ON DASH I NEED MORE AZRAEL THOUGHTS ! im yelling at yukimiya to give u sum kisses for the new year :P

@tinymaru

REINEAKJSDKLA reine my baby. I SWEAR U DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH RESPECT N ADMIRATION I HAVE FOR UR TALENT ! you're such a sweet soul too i can't help but smile when i see "MOSHI" randomly in my disc notifs asdklalad !! you have such a gifted, creative, beautiful mind to me ! i cannot wait for more art n selfship drawings n silly lil dms in 2023 :)

@sailewhoremoon

SOSAAAA every time i see u on dash legit love sosa plays in my head ! your energy omfg it cannot be replicated. it's SOOOO GOOD and the way u reblog asks n check up on ur moots is SOO SWEET ILL CRY ! youre the sweetest brightest lil light on this app :') I NEED MORE FERAL UNCENSORED SOSA THOUGHTS ASAP ! i hope to see evennn more next year eheeheke

@dearbraus

FAWN FAWN FAWN BABY ! i adore ur acc sm omfgklf i also LOVE that u post abt lesbian culture n ur lil thoughts on genshin women esp lisa ! you're such a strong presence n it's sooo like... energetically warm to me !! i just adore seeing ur reblogs n thoughts spewed out on dash ! i hope we can interact EVEN MORE IN 2023 ! kisskiss to u :)

@thetempleofnyx

omg jen ASKALLAAAA my baby my baby omg ! my sweet thing i treasure you SO MUCH ! your feral unhinged uncensored thoughts on dash r sooo sooo contagious i stg ! every time i see u horny post im like oh. OH OHHH oh. OHH yeah oh right oh! HAKHSA but i srsly love ur sweet n caring energy you are one of the just most.. precious people ive met here ! i hope for more thirsts n interactions n LOVE with you next year !

@eremikan

MARI. i see like everything u put out on dash n i think to myself "thats so real" like ur brain is sooo intriguing to me.. IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT ! you have like neutral chaotic energy and im always like "i wanna peek in ur brain even more" ! but i will legit NEVER forget that satosugu fic you wrote where getou was gone and it was reader + satoru and getou like came to them in a dream sorta situation?? OMG THAT FIC CHANGED MY LIFE it was my first time reading an angsty fic ahdkala but i LOVED IT ! but anyways that was long omgomg i cant wait to see more peeks of ur brain this next year :P

@festive

VIVA VIVAAAA your energy on dash actually makes me smileomgomg i think to myself "viva n cyno" all the time like u are sooo associated with him in my brain ! i love love LOVE your writing style sm, n the cyno content is TOP tier to me ! youre so funny your energy is just so bright to me ! but i hope to see even moreee viva n cyno next year n hopefully even more interactions ! :)

@sugies

MY BABY JUJU ! omgomg every time i see jjk or getou art im like "WAIT HAS JUJU SEEN THIS?" you're like the sweetest lil bean to me ! i adoreeee adore you n MISS U ! WE NEED TO GET BACK INTO JJK ANALYSIS AGAIN ! i miss talking abt the chapters w you ! i am giving u a warm squishy hug rn cuz i miss u soooo much ! i hope for more jjk/getou brainrot n thirsts in 2023 :)

@rczc

ZEHR MY LOVE MY LIGHT MY BABY ! i miss you SOOO MUCH STOP ! you are the fkn funniest person on this app i am SOO SERIOUS ! your energy is so warm and chaotic and the feral unhinged tags FEED MY SOUL ! you make me choke from laughing so hard i will cry ! i miss u zehr bear ! i am hugging u virtually :)

@milkyybuns

OMGOGM DAE ! my tengen brainrot buddie ehehehe every time i see itto or tengen art/fics im like stop it rn where is dae ! im falling back into my tengen phase again so expect a lot in ur inbox ehehhe ... you have such sweet energy on dash like seeing u in my inbox makes me SMILE SO HARD ! i adore u baby n i hope for amazing things AND SOME MORE TENNIE BRAINROT NEXT YEAR !

@sugr

KELS KELS ! u feed me soooo well with the jjk art reblogs n haikyuu / jjk fics ! i will die adkasladh you have calm n bright energy to me ! i associate u sooo hard with yuuji (prob from the prev. username hehe) ! but you remind me of the feeling of hot coffee on a cold day if that makes sense.. like soothing n cozy :') I CANT WAIT FOR MORE FICS N INTERACTIONS THIS NEXT YEAR ! kisskiss for u kels !

@munsonsins

ABBYYADHJADKAD stop i miss u so much ! even tho i dont know shit about marvel or that stuff?? i will always read anything u write cuz i ADOREEE IT SM ! whenever i see u pop into my inbox w a lil meme i smile soo hard eeek ! i hope school is treating u well n ur doing AMAZING ! n if not i hope that next year brings u the amazing vibes that you deserve :) i love u abby ehekeke

@ghxstic

NYMPH NYMPH my kny food distributor ehehekee i stg my fav muzan fic is that muzan + koku fic u wrote from WAAAY back when ! i miss u sosososo much ! i hope life is treating u well ! i miss interacting so bad ahakalaa !! im giving u 365 kisses so every day of next year is a good one :)

@pcwer

bruh omg xel i literally think u are the funniest person i have ever met in my entire life HAKAKAKAAA like. i genuinely lose my shit every time u post ESP ABT KISHIBE ILL DIE RN THINKING ABT IT ! but you have such warm n happy energy it makes my soul feel soooo full ! i cant wait for more WEIRD kishibe thoughts n yummy thirsts next year :P

@r-oronoa

OMGOMG APOLLO my baby pollo ! i am sooo glad to have u as a mutual stop omgog ! you have like omg. the most precious energy ive ever felt thru a screen HASKDAAA you're so warm and inviting and bright it makes me feel right at home !! your fics are so amazing and the way u push out content is so admirable ! i adore u and i hope for even moreee interactions in 2023 :')

@suyacho

SNOW OMFAKSDJKALAAA you and xel are like.. the most ridiculously hysterical duo ive ever experienced in my life ! interacting w you guys on diaphanoso was INSANE i loved the kny brainrot sm ! you're the sweetest little precious soul ive ever met ! ill cry thinking abt it omgoggn i love playing genshin w you and teaching u all kinds of things ! i cant wait to play n interact even more !!!

@saneminx

CHERRY MY BELOVED MI BEBECITA ! MI CORAZON ! i love your energy so much like your sense of justice and bright, loud + confident personality makes me feel SOO GOOD i admire u a lot ! you always feed me with sooo many kny thirsts i ADORE U ! i am hugging u soooososo tight and i hope 2023 is AMAZING FOR U !

@the-witch-of-one-piece

VAL OMGLAKSDAAAA VAL VAL ! i see u writing bleach i promise one day ill watch it all n catch up with you :') your energy is so positive and loving, i can feel it through the screen i swear ! you make me feel right at home, and i love that we've stayed mutuals through my blog switch and after around a year ! im sending all my good energy to you for this next year :'))

@getoswhore

BRUH AHKLAAAA BELLA GTFO i love you. everything u put out on dash makes me fucking DIE LAUGHING STOP ! youre like one of my most precious mutuals from diaphanoso omgogm you've influenced me to be more confident n loud on dash hhehehee I ADORE U ! i cannot wait for more belloshi interactions n thirsts in 2023 :)

@donvampiro

DONDONDON I WILL CRY RN ! you are soo close to my heart my beloved ! if i could speak french id put a cute little french term of endearment but alas i am. not there yet :') snifle you make me feel SOOO safe and warm. i adore your heart and your preciousness it makes me emotionalahdkaaaa but i cannot wait for more don + moshi time this next year :')

@sleepy3

SLEEPY SLEEPS MY BABY ! you make me smile so hard when i see u in my inbox, you're always putting me onto new chars and it has me GASPINGAJSKAA i love your energy it's soft, like a warm hug and sleepy cuddles !! i cannot wait for more interactions n PLSPLSSS gimme some more chars to thirst over with you next yearhehehe

@tsunderedoctor

PURPLE my baby my love ! my mutual since diaphanoso ! i adore your sensitivity and brightness, youre such a precious person to me and i just genuinely admire your soul ! i loveee the law art reblogs you put out, they feed me sooo well :') and your emergency requests i adore so much! you are such a beautiful person to me ! ill cry omgogm ! but i hope the new year brings you nothing but good things ! you deserve it all :))

@4izawas

NEPPY NEP ! my bf since diaphanoso :') i adore your bright n confident energy SO MUCH ! your big biggg heart makes me soo so easily comfy and happy with you !! you have so much confidence and i swear it's contagious :) i cant wait for more genshin + moshtune interactions this next year ! i am sending u all my thirsty n positive energy !!

@garoujo

BROOOAKAKAKAA stop stop. dont get me started ill tear up ! emmie oomfghfgf i literally am in love with u ! youre my best friend stop stop ! you make me feel so safe and comfortable like i rlly dont feel that way with a lot of ppl ! you have such a bright heart and just warm energy ITS SO CONTAGIOUS. ur so contagious im sniffling ! we must have more emmoshi interactions ! i am giving u all my motivation n energy for 2023 :')

@vilsoo

JES OMGOMG ! i swear youve been sticking around w me for SOOO LONG like almost 2 years?? i think?? but SOB your energy is so bright to me i adore talking to u sm :') there's always tea to spill n its sooo investinghahakak but i cannot wait for more memories n interactions w you ! you are my go-to for fnaf fics ALWAYS ill always put people onto you when they ask for jjk / fnaf recs ehehheeh

2022 SAETOSHIS. thank you all for the memories, craziness, love n hugs! i adore u all! // all credits for music go to animenz on youtube, song performed: kimiiro signal - saekano: how to raise a boring girlfriend OP

#idk how to tag this since its not writing sob but !#i srsly adore u all so much #u have no idea #as im medically sick n bedridden you guys are like my saving grace !!#i dont ever see friends irl so u guys mean so much to me :’)#i am just soggy n emotional !#i have soo much love #oh god im tearing up EWWHJAKAKAKAKA #EXCISE ME FOR A MOMENT #but i rlly love u all 😋😋😋#kisses kisses n happy new year !!!

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