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simping-berry · 21 days ago

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BOOM SHAKALAKA BABY LETS GOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭💕

○•° Mate In Red °•○

A/n: I wrote it too damn long. I blame myself. No going back now.

This is combining his reveal with the final part of his route into one whole thing. With smut since every other route ends with smut. May have to edit this in case of spelling errors and such later on.

CW: NSFW 21+ MATURE SMUT! Blood kink, menstrual period smut, tentacles but shadow tendrils technically, praise and size kink kinda, monster smut, and much more further inside cause I don't want to spoil everything so BE PREPARED!

NO REPOSTING, PLAGARIZE, TRANSLATE, EDITING, AND USING THIS FOR AI. Reblogs likes and follows instead pls and thnx.

“If you can’t become a shadow, how can we truly be together?”

“Skips, it’s fine –”

“For YOU it is! You have so many other friends to talk to! I only have you! Why do you have to go in the morning? Why can’t you just stay and be with me!?”

One one path, he would have pushed you out of the shadows, wanting to be alone to process and cope with what just transpired.

However, something else occurred instead on this trek.

And it didn’t help that you were emotionally unwell inside due to your monthly visit. And this sudden shift in conflict made those emotions race to the surface. In the form of waterworks.

“H – Hey! No – no no no don’t cry!” Skips’ pouting face did a 180 seeing tears trail down your face as you literally crumbled over, sniffles and sobs leaving you as you spring into his panicking arms, having him grunt at the force of it all, his previous frustrations overshadowed by his guilt at seeing you like this. Feeling his scarf and front getting soiled by you but couldn’t care less about the mess, his darkness tightly you hold onto him from the fear of losing him completely.

“Crap.” He kicks himself over it before his hands work to rub your back soothingly in circles while his wisps brush away your tears. “Please don’t cry, penumbra.”

“Oh my dark and powerful one.” You moped.

“You don’t have to do that.” He weakly gripped.

“But you’re THE Shadow Lord.” You argued.

He sighed wistfully. “If I was so powerful, you’d be a shadow.”

“We can still be together, y’know? I want you, all of you.” Your soft, vulnerable voice made him do a double take. He trembled. It made him envelop you in a tight, encompassing grasp, relishing your blissed sigh as you melt against him.

“Sorry. I’m just … so scared to lose someone again.” He breathes in your hair, brushing through your strands, taking in your scent. “Every time you go, I think … what if she doesn’t come back?” His hesitancy and worry come out, having you pull a bit away just to look at his flushed face that breaks out into a whipped smile just for you. “ … but my fears subside when you return.” He nuzzled against your fingers as they gingerly trace the scar stretching underneath his eyes and across the bridge of his nose when he asked what was really at the core of his thoughts. “Why do you keep coming back?”

Your wet yet sweet kiss to his lips came from the swell of warmth you feel for him.

“Because I love you, you beautiful dummy.”

His sharp soft gasp responds to your choice of action, his innermost desires manifesting to the surface. “ … I see.” That yellow blush, those quirky lips, they’re good signs indeed. “If that’s the case …”

His kiss proved to be just as gentle and just as sincere as yours.

“I’ve grown fond of you as well, penumbra.”

Your forehead rests against his, shyly meeting his gaze. “I’ll think of you always throughout my days.”

His own eyes smittenly meets yours, dilating at how mesmerizing you are up close. “And I of you through and beyond my nights.” He hums in delight. “This is lovely. Your warmth~” He pulled you in closer, having you nestled in his arms, taking in your heat seeping into his cool essence.

“Skips~” You hum, resting your face against his neck, taking in his own scent, not ready to let him go. Not ever.

“Now, what sinister ideology shall we deliberate on tonight?”

“Actually, I …” Your own pent up desire for something else much more intimate has you whispering such suggestions into his ear. Your hormones raced from down below, needing him to satiate your heart’s longing. “I want you to fuck me, Skips. And only you. Forever.”

He gulped hard, he felt heat overtake his face entirely, and his cock grew hard at how honest, genuine, and in love you are for him. How could he ever refuse you? He never will.

His shadows create endless pillows and bedding for your comfort as he lays you on your back gently. His many tendrils slowly strip you of your clothing next. Tentacles – more like shadow tendrils – caress and massage out as your skin reveals itself, one such tendril even stroked your lips before you pull Skips down by his scarf ends, kissing him passionately yourself. Drowning in each other’s tastes, your tongues dance and explore each other’s mouths with muffled moans and groans collide as your tender makeout turns desperate and sloppy.

The immediate sight of you not wearing a bra underneath as his shadows pull your top off has him immediately eating them up next. Your hands comb and tug on his wispy curly long hair, keeping him smooshed into you, arching your back as he layers bites and sucking marks all over them mounds.

“Beautiful.” Squeezing and rubbing them with his cool hands while his mouth twists and plucks and suckles on your pearls, Skips’ lips curl at how right it all feels, tasting your skin while feeling you up. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Skips~” You moaned his name like a prayer, a mantra even, spilling from your lips as the feeling of his lips mark you possessively. His touch gets heightened by your hormonal state your body’s in. Not that you were complaining. “No one else makes me feel the way you do. No one. You truly get me, on every level. The loneliness, the pain, all of it.”

He crawls up a bit as he leaves hickeys and love bites all over your neck and collarbone. “Only you, penumbra.” He sucks hard between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing that spot to make up for the red swelling mark he leaves behind. “You truly are my companion in every way. You mean everything.”

His long smoky hair tickles your bare skin as he travels lowers when he takes in the iron scent your bad blood erected. And yet, he inhales and exhales lustfully at how wet you already are. His fingers and wispy tendrils slip through your bleeding messy folds. Pumping you, curling in, scissoring, stroking your cramp aching walls, massaging away the pain, stuffing your swollen pussy as red and cream stirred up and leaked out in such a messy concoction. The risks that come with menstrual consumption have you worried despite the moaning mess you currently are as he fingered you so well.

“Will you be alright? I don’t want you getting ill because of me – mmmh~!” The teasing testing brush of his tongue on your slit as his thumb rubs your pube covered clit has you lifting your hips up into him. He was now stuffed up to his wrist as he pumps his fist through your walls now; your sharp gasp rewarding him. He’s enraptured by the blissful relieved expressions you made as you’re so easily susceptible to such sexual touches. His smoky energies submerge you in such tingling euphoria as you come all over his fist. His crotch twitches at how sexy that looked.

“I’m unalive, remember? I’ll be fine.” Your whine makes his lips quirk as he pulls his messy hand out of your quivering flaps, scantily licking and sucking off your bloody essence right in your line of vision. His bloody grin is felt against your flesh as his face dives down, tracing his tongue around your entrance teasingly. “Your very essence … it’s too tantalizing to refuse.” His puffs of breath hit your sensitive entrance, drooling at the mouth at seeing such a feast before him. “Even your bad blood is as divine as the darkness~”

Skips’ entranced face peaks up at you between your thighs, his yellow blush burning in amour as his hands and shadows help carefully lift your legs to drape over his shoulders and around his neck when he finally latches onto your cunt. “Fuck Skips yes~!” Your relieved, wanton mewls fill his realm as you grind yourself all over his face as your thighs squeezed against his stuffed cheeks, his pale hands rubbing sensual patterns along your thighs with his fingers tight grip leaving imprints. “Right there~!”

He gorges on your folds like the touch deprived freak that he truly is. Getting to taste you, drink you in literally, blood and cum and all, he never tasted anything so addictive in his entire existence. The Lord of Shadows is truly feasting right now, devouring you, his sweet penumbra, in all your succulence. His groans reverberate through straight to your core as you tug harder on his smoky hair to bring him smack dabbed against you, his tongue scorching through your tight walls, exploring every crevice.

“F – Fuck Skips~!” You gush harder by each passing second, filling his mouth as he made out with your gushing pussy so devotedly. You came all too eagerly into his gluttonous mouth in short quick bursts. The sight of cream and crimson trailing down his mouth and chin stirs such primal urges within you, his tongue hanging out to clean up for added sexual effect.

He pops off your cunt with a squelch as your hands join him in unbuckling his belt, impatiently tugging down his tight torn black jeans and boxers to free his skinny long beast. Your eyes dilated as you viewed it up close for he suddenly aimed it to slide in perfectly between your flushed sweaty boobs. “My cock belongs perfectly between your lovely breasts, penumbra~” Skips felt his balls stir as his ruts drove him up and down the valley of your breasts, your hands rubbing your bosoms against his schlong, groaning at how well you’re milking him out as he squirted his thickness all over your tits, collarbone, neck and chin. Marking you as his. He’s ingrained it all into his mind, moaning bashfully at how good he’s making you feel. “Giving you these pearls around your neck~ I’m honored~”

He whimpers as you give kitten licks to his head. Your hands now stroke and rub his creamy long dong. He nearly falls on top of you from the electric spark of your ministrations, supporting himself with both hands on either side of your head as his dilated pupils stay trained on the sight of you making out with his tip; tongue lashing and smooching included. His gyrating hips stutter, his guttural moans spread as much as your saliva does as you slowly take him into your mouth. “S – Shit~! O – oh penumbra~! You feel so f – fuck~!” His own head cranes back in heaving breathy moans as he drowns in how skillful your tongue was stroking his length as you sucked him so insistently, rotating his hips as you gave him that blowjob. He sharply cries as he shoots his thickness again, this time down your gulping throat, his cream slipping down both sides of your mouth, drinking him up gratefully.

He pulls out of your mouth, letting you catch your breath, when you licked his cum off your hands for his viewing pleasure as your messy hands tug on his own clothes still on. “Stuff me up, my mighty sexy Lord~ Please let me have all of you~”

He shudders and whimpers at how your hands caress his gleaming skin with such longing as his shadows aid him in being as bare as you in his human esque form since he is a shadow dweller. He is more than happy to have you leaving love bites along his slim lean torso vigorously, playing with his perked nipples especially. “You’re so perfect~”

He smiles smittenly. “So are you, penumbra~” He purrs as his thrusts start out slow and gentle, easily slipping in, your fluttering walls melding to fit him perfectly as he bottoms you out, you both sighing blissfully. Missionary never felt so nice. His bare cool form gathers you in his arms as he stares at your flushed half-lidded face looking up at him, your warm pants hitting his lips. He starts layering feather-like kisses all over as your hands roam his frame from his chest and sides to his very back.

“Then give me more~ Make me yours, Skips~” You gently plead.

His slow tempo rises steadily at that. “I’ve watched you for so long, my fellow accent shade. Seeing you become intertwined with the other denizens of your domicile in the thralls of light. The very thought of any other being serving as your companion in life … I won’t allow it.” The possessiveness he breathes in your ear has you gasping at how rough and deep he sounded. You claw deep in his back, his hiss hitting your ear. His tempo steadily grew as you both got lost in the rush of pleasure, your heat welcoming his fullness so eagerly. “I shall never relinquish you from my grasp.”

He could sense himself reaching the end all too soon and suspected you were almost there too. And he was right on the mark as you both soundlessly cried out as you came together. But he still felt somewhat hard. Still! He desires for this intimacy to last as long as possible, throughout the night even, wanting this to last forever.

So the sudden shift as he pulls out of you has you whining at how empty you felt, not feeling fully satiated either, when the sight of him transforming into his demonic monster form has your heart and mind in a tizzy. His boney snout nuzzles your face, neck and shoulder like a pet needing affection; his cool puff of air stroking your flushed sweaty skin while his tongue licks up your scent filled taste.

“I appreciate how you’re enamored with both my forms.” His somber funereal voice echoes through the vantablack pools of his realm as he takes you in his giant shadowy arms and repositions you comfortably with his skeletal front pressed up against your back, having you straddle his lap. Mist and smoke concoct his thick vantablack cock tipped with a light grey head enticingly slipping between your thighs, rubbing vigorously against your flushed slit, further lathering himself in your cum, not yet returning within you has you trembling with kinky cries leaving your lips. “Especially when I’m like this~” He raspily croons in the crook of your neck as his claws scrape all over your torso, lightly drawing patterns, before taking handfuls of your breasts to fondle and squeeze as his claws circle your nipples. “Your beloved beast.”

Pinching your buds, rubbing them, tugging on them, it only made him want more. Dipping his skull down, his sculpted teeth chew on your pearls as his tongue ravishes your offered mounds in his grasp, his eyes narrowed in at how lovely you look as he takes in mouthfuls to chew and suck,; heavy eyes and panting mouth, all for him. “All for you, and only you, my beauty.”

Teeth marks circle your mounds as he releases them, all so his hands could lift you up enough for his bloody silk giant to fill you up again, stretching you out to your wanton delight. The tips of those sharp sculpted digits pull apart your ass cheeks, able to strike you at a different deeper angle. You felt his enthralled growl vibrating through his chest against your spine as your craned up gasping face meets his snout in a bewitching tongue filled kiss.

“Does my little penumbra love being fucked by me so much?” The tendrils kept working at abusing the shit out of your swollen tits as they pinch and tug your hard peaks. “Does your messy little pussy need my cock that bad?” His breathy growls fanning your squeezed eyed moaning face have you nodding and whimpering at his bold wording when he pinches your chin between his sharp fingers. “Open your lovely eyes and see for yourself.” His husky demand has you obeying to watch as his cock slips in and out of you; the visceral sight of him going up in your cunt while his balls rub up against you has you squeezing on him harder to his groaning satisfaction. “Taking all of me in so wickedly~ You truly are made for me.” The evident bulge he’s made being in you has your enticement spiking. “Let me ravish you, my dear human~!”

Shadow slaps against skin, ass cheeks clap, for feral groans meet desperate cries. You want him to fill you up, to become one with you, on repeat for eternity. Sure you can’t become a shadow and be eternal literally. So this is the closest you can be. You slickened form clings to his cooling built frame as his pace goes mad, his hands lifting and slamming you down on his engorged self. “Harder, love! Faster! Don’t stop~!” You shed tears of euphoria as he followed your desires, making you sob loudly from the rush. His tongue laps up those tears, nuzzling your teary face with that beautiful skull face.

The tight knots in both of you come undone, unloading in you once again, your pet names for one another filling the void.

“I shall never get enough of you, penumbra.” His form drapes over you, catching his breath, burying his skull face against the crook of your neck.

“Same. I don’t want to let you go. Ever.” Your whispers meet his snout in your butterfly kisses.

“Even in your loneliest moments, you are a god. In darkness – in mine – I will be there to remind you as such. In light, you walk with your shadow. A shadow can only imitate its source. Everything that’s wonderful about you is always there. Even if you don’t realize it.” His poetic words etch into your soul, even as he carefully pulls out of your tender self to cup your sex to keep his cum in you. “You are something else – aaah~!” He suddenly rolls you with him as he gets on his back, swearing you can feel his grin against your inner thigh as he situates you right against his snout.

“Ride my skull, penumbra. Let me devour you in this form as well~”

You take his horns, using them as support, as you grind down into his skull face, submerging in your shared debauchery. And he reveled in how well you rode him.

His long as fuck monster tongue lashes out. Flickers, wiggles, and laps coat up and down, from your clit to your slit. His clawed thumbs rub circles along your vagina bones, tickling your sensitive bare spots, bringing winded giggles and mewls out of you. Your eyes gravitate towards each other as your thighs envelop his horned majesty.

“The sounds you make are truly adorable, penumbra~ Not to mention, so hot~” He swoons.

“This cunt, this ass, they’re all mine now!” He gently slaps your cheeks several times and squeezes them in his hands to get his point across. You can even feel his staff protruding in between your cheeks, his wet head rubbing against your asshole.

“Yes, my Shadow Lord~! Always~!”

Plunging his ever long tongue deep into your drooling cunt, rubbing those lingering cramp pains away, you melt against his skull snout, craning your head back to let out horrendously horny sounds, fueling his libido as crimson and cream stain his boney face.

“Mmmh~! Oh yes~! Just like that~!” You rutted harder into him, relishing his tongue, stuffing his seed in further as his thumbs rubbing vigorously to add to the moment. “Nnnmph~!”

“I am your umbra. You are my penumbra. And I’ll ensure you’ll think of no one else but me as I keep you in this twisted realm of desire.” His guttural growls reverberated through your pussy as his bone chiseled teeth scraped along your clit, your pubes brushing the bridge of his snout, your scent ingraining into his practical bones as he stuffed you up.

Overwhelmed by the heated wave of emotion as you fill up his jaws with a winded mewl, you nearly collapse on top of him. You're practically mush in his arms as he lays you on your tummy, light-headed and fuzzy feeling when he starts fingering your asshole. You fold your arms beneath your chin, moaning softly, squeezing him in your smaller, tighter walls.

You feel his form shifting above you as you spot grey in the corner of your sleepy vision along with long smokey hair curtaining your cheeks. You blink your eyes and peek over your shoulder to see Skips back as his human looking self.

“My horny King~” You hum as he smooches your mounds.

“That's Shadowlord to you~” You feel his smile as he taps your cheeks to see them ripple. Scratches and love bites litter your hills as he spreads them apart, his finger replaced by his tongue.

Wet squelches come with your guttural moans as he eats your ass, sloppily making out as his spare hand lifts his head, ready to fill you up once more. A line of drool connects his lips to your hole, snapping as he slides his cock right in, stuffing up your other hole.

“Say my name … please.” Your tired mewl gets met by his messy beautiful face as he lays gently on you, meeting you over your shoulder with that lovestruck gaze of his.

“Y/n, I love you.” His tired head drops on your shoulder.

Tired just as you are, your sweat drenched bodies move as one as his gentle thrusts meet your slow rotations one last time.

Your cacophony of sounds must have reached the other residents of the home. But you’re both too exhausted to care as he hugs your supple form, coated in your shared experience.

“I love you too, Skips.”

He gyrated his hips forwards, going further inside, taking you with him on that final wave of pleasure. Your craned back head rests against his shoulder, wanting him and him alone to see you like this. His yellow cheeked face spoke of his own enjoyment of being able to share this with you. “I never want to let you go.”

“Me either.” Your head lolls back to kiss him fully, a line of drool connecting you two as he gently humps you, rubbing his pelvis against your lower back as he gives you all he has left.

Both fully satiated, you’re bone tired. Slack and sweaty as he pulls out, he rolls you both on your sides, spooning you from behind while the lingering tendrils brush your full abdomen, the cramps now faint as he nuzzles your shoulder.

Endearment fills your soul as you turn to face him, cream and red decorating you both.

His elbow length smoky hair drapes over you both as you cuddle, nuzzling noses, snug in each other’s arms.

“Maybe I should see Farya in case swallowing menstrual blood makes me sick later on.” You mumble, your brow pinched in worry, when he kisses it away.

“In the morning. For now, I wouldn’t mind sharing my bed with you.” The shadows become the bed beneath you both now. HIs legs entangle with yours, kissing your forehead as the shadows serve as your shared blanket as well. “It’s yours now too, after all.”

Even as you’re both dirty as fuck, your mind turns to puddy, nuzzling his chest, you smile up at him to kiss him. “You’re the best.”

Skips melted in burning yellow right then and there. "And so are you." He left you with that as you nodded off at last, hearts filling the space above him as he smiled like the lovesick shade that he is, cuddling you as he joined you in some much needed ZZZ’s time.

In the morning, you both awaken to share some more smooches and cuddles, lost in the thralls of the fact that you’re dating now.

And most definitely more further down the line of this new route dubbed your shared life together.

As Shadow Lord and Penumbra.

#i kiss the ground you walk on #MORE SHADOWLORD FICS FINALLY #I AM FED

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simping-berry · 24 days ago

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THIS MEAL IS SO GOOD GADDAMN 😭😍

breaking 'n entering (dorian/reader)

promised my bf i'd write about telly but this came out instead

cw: dorian gets the shit kicked out of him, low-key unrequited love

Every kick made in desperation was painful, brutal. Dorian stood firm and strong, taking every kick while clenching his jaw. If he faltered in any way, it would mean failure. He didn't know who this was, but they seemed drunk. Maybe just some random punk or a bitter ex, either way, he would not let them in. He couldn't. Every kick hurt, bruising his body. Dorian would have laughed as the person kicked everywhere but his weak spot, just below the knob.

He knew everyone would be okay; Monique had Sofia to protect her if they were after money. Those thoughts quickly left his head when Dorian received another blow to his gut, gritting his teeth with a pained grunt that sounded like the door giving way to the bastard kicking him. No, he needed to stand strong. Not just for the rest of the objects, but for you, sleeping soundly in your bed.

Sure, the other Dorians were sturdy, but a few good kicks like this would open them right up. The thought of this person doing something to you made Dorian's blood run cold, and he tensed, continuing to stand firm.

"Shitty... fuckin'..." The person mumbled, turning and stumbling away after long moments. They were definitely drunk, making their way over to the next house while bumbling nonsense and other stupid drunken behavior.

Dorian almost collapsed, catching himself just in time to stand tall and continue to protect you. You were safe, that's all that mattered...

"Yo... you good, man...?" Curt asked after a moment of silence, Rod next to him as usual, with the same worried expression. Wyndolyn was covering her mouth, watching on in horror. Dorian nodded with a grunt, now extremely grateful the drunk person didn't smash Wyndolyn instead.

"'m fine. Just... don't tell the human 'bout this. The last thing they need is more stress in their life." Dorian grumbled, taking slow, deep breaths to try and calm the pain and bruising spreading through his body. Curt and Rod looked at each other with raised brows and concerned looks, silently communicating whether they should tell you about what went down. "Please..."

The duo snapped their heads back toward Dorian at the sound of his soft plea, noticing his exhausted demeanor. The two look at each other again before nodding.

"Yeah, no problem..." Rod agreed. "A-are you sure you're good, man? I can get Able to go get Farya or-"

"I'm fine," Dorian said sternly, shooting the two a small glare that made them straighten up. "Just... give me a moment. And silence."

Wyndolyn watched from her space, making a mental note to tell you in the morning.

Heading downstairs, you find Dorian collapsed, sitting on the ground, and catching his breath. You rush to him in a panic, kneeling beside him while Farya tended to his injuries.

"Jesus, Dorian, what the hell happened?!" You ask him. Dorian seemed disappointed in himself for being found like this, knowing he should have been stronger. He hesitated to tell you, not wanting to make you worry. He opened his mouth to tell the truth to you gently, but...

"He got his shit kicked in by some dude drunk outta his mind!" Curt blurted out.

"Yeah! But he took every hit like it didn't phase him!" Rod joined in. "He-!"

"Not now, please!" Farya interrupted in annoyance, wanting her full attention on Dorian. His shirt was pulled open, revealing his torso and multiple purple, almost black bruises. A soft blush dusted his cheeks due to being this exposed, especially with you so close.

Dorian looked at you from under his cap, giving you a look that could only be described as shame and sorrow. You only felt more worried, hesitating before taking his hand in yours.

"Thank you, Dorian." You say softly. His eyes widened briefly, brows shooting up before relaxing again and looking away.

"Just doin' my job, luv." He murmured, wincing as Farya applied something cold to his skin.

"Well, all the injuries are external, you'll be alright. Just try to relax and take it easy for a few weeks." Farya explained, brushing herself off and gathering her tools. "Oh, and put this on the bruises every day." She said, handing the strange blue and red bottle to Dorian.

"Thanks, but..." He looked at you again, hesitating to say he couldn't relax, he needed to stay strong to protect you. But that look in your eyes of pure worry and fear... the way you clenched his hand. "I'll... take it easy."

He buttoned up his shirt, pulling on his jacket again while telling himself it's nothing you haven't seen before, thanks to his horizontal form in the boiler room. He still couldn't help but blush, finding himself envious of the other Dorian that got so close to you while so little clothed.

"I'm alright, luv, really, ya don't have to fret over me all day," Dorian reassured you, still holding your hand, and giving it a gentle squeeze. He took a step back, retaking his position as the door.

"Alright... but take it easy, okay?" You replied, hesitant to leave him. You looked like you wanted to say more, but he closed himself off before you could. Dorian was already overwhelmed with emotions and didn't want to say or blurt out anything that could ruin the friendship.

You were safe... that's all that mattered.

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GUH i suck at dialouge sorry sorry.

thanks for reading mwah i'm doing smth for telly next (probably)

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simping-berry · 25 days ago

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Date everything but instead of the objects hating you when ever you fuck up, you start hating them when ever they fuck up. Be hella mean and disrespectful because that's just in their nature? You're taking off the Dateviators, cursing underneath your breath, vowing to never speak with that object again because you'd be damned if you're disrespected in your own home by a humanoid that's been leaving there rent free since you physically bought it.

And God forbid they try and make it up to you by butting in on your conversation with other objects to apologize or demand an explanation to why you've been ignoring them as of late. You'll take off the Dateviators, because again, you'd be absolutely damned if you were disrespected in your own house by your own property. Property that you probably spent a pretty penny on. You'd grab that object, if it's of bigger size, maybe you'll call Sam over to help you move it up to the attic or throw— gently place in the backyard. If it's somebody like Wyndonlyn? A force all around you? You'll just completely ignore them. Maybe even mess with them a bit without the Dateviators on.

They'll either end up hating you back, or constantly attempting to have you forgive them for god knows what they've done. Gives them a bit of a reminder who honestly has control of their lives and how they live. Jean Loo insulted you so, and now you're making sure to make food you know will get you all sweaty and sobbing in the bathroom later constantly? Jean Loo randomly pops in when you're speaking with Johnny trying to make amends. Curt and Rod accidentally really offend you when you're speaking to them one day? Suddenly Mac informs them that you've ordered blinds after you took down all the rods and curtains in the house and neatly tucked them into a box in the attic.

Tina genuinely pisses you off one day? Suddenly the next she wakes up to be in a bush in the backyard next to a scary broken gnome named goldy talking crazy to her. I, Ronaldini says something so utterly jaw dropping you end up deciding that you don't need smooth, unwrinkled clothes anymore and suddenly he's stuck in a box in the attic too. Stella pisses you off by getting upset when you try and help her out of a very obvious pyramid scheme? It's a wonder why you basically stomp down the stairs now and make sure whenever you feel as if you're gonna spill something, it's on her. Hector creeps you the fuck out? Suddenly whenever the glasses are off, you flip off the air vents and give it a glare a child would shudder at.

You suddenly have to be the mediator between another relationship once again after repeatedly stating you don't wanna get in between a couple quarrels? Suddenly those objects are half across the house from each other. And God forbid Rebel decides to show their face to you. God fucking forbid that duck wants to ruin your mood and waste some charge on the Dateviators with their mindless and disrespectful banter. One second their on the edge of Bathsheba, and the next their outside in the front, harshly thrown on to the road.

#ngl this fed my ego bec some of them be fr be rude af

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simping-berry · 27 days ago

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Best Color

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simping-berry · 27 days ago

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Need a fanfic based off this😭😫

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simping-berry · 29 days ago

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Gang im ngl ive never been so excited for a fic to be released like this

So to all the lovely people who loved Wrong Sparks, you'll be happy to know their story doesn't end here!

I have many for fics planned for them, both pre and post Wrong Sparks! And I'm letting you all choose what you want to see next!

Btw it will take a bit to plan some of these out so please be patient 💕

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simping-berry · 29 days ago

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Ts looks cute

Do you guys think sylus will have a wonderful voice at singing?

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simping-berry · 30 days ago

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LaDs Men When you Return from Dead

AN: Sorry Xavier nation but I could not think one for him. This is born out of my Red Rising read. I fooking love characters like Darrow. (Sorry Caleb)

Pairing: LaDS boys (minus Xavier) x gn reader

Genre: Hurt, angst, vengance

TW: Violence (kinda dark 🤷🏻)

Ingredients: 75% vengeance , 20% rage, 5% insanity

My Fav: Rafayel

(I don't own any of these character)

Background:

In the final moments of your consciousness, you see a hand.

One that doesn’t strike, but undoes. It tears you open, unleashes your heart, and unravels you with the gentlest of touches.

You claw at it. At them.

Your voice is hoarse, fading. “Stop—” you try to speak, but only blood answers, gurgling at your lips.

“Please…” Your plea drowns in agony as the world begins to dim. As your body folds inward. As the pain swallows you whole.

And then....You are gone.

Laid into the warm embrace of the earth. Not in peace, but in illusion.

The soil drinks from your split-open chest. Your blood soaks deep, sacred and cruel.

Your death becomes a gift. Begets life for millions.

Your warmth soothes the earth’s restless core. A final kindness forced from you.

And somewhere far above, the world breathes easier…

Never knowing the price it paid.

Caleb:

He did it for peace. For the world. Because they said there was no other way.

He held the dagger in trembling hands and whispered your name like a prayer, before driving it into your heart.

And then he stayed. Long after your breath left your body. Long after the light dimmed from your eyes.

He buried you beneath the willows, in soil that had never known blood. He marked the grave with nothing—no stone, no name, just silence. Because if the world ever learned where you rested, it would never stop digging.

Your heart was meant to be fuel. Too powerful for one life. Born to feed the Earth, to balance the scales.

He was meant to end you. But instead, he loved you.

And now, years later, he sees you again.

A shadow in the mist. A scythe in your hand. Eyes glowing faintly, like the embers of the day you died.

You don’t speak. You don’t have to.

The world tilts. His breath vanishes.

It’s you. His Pips. His heart. The weapon. The universe itself. The grave he dug with his own hands.

His knees give out. He drops, laughter cracking out of him like broken glass. High, hollow, uncontainable.

He failed.

He was supposed to end you.

And yet, here you are.

Alive. Unbroken. And returned.

He doesn’t know why you’ve come. To forgive. To destroy. To finish the story.

But he knows this: If you raise the blade against him, he will not run. He will not beg.

Because life without you was his penance. And death at your hands?

That would be mercy.

Rafayel:

He is lost. Not dazed. Not broken. Lost, in the deepest way a soul can be.

You find him on the shores of the Whitesand Bay, where the sky bleeds into the sea. He is little more than a ghost wrapped in flesh.

Hair tangled. Skin greyed with salt and frigid winds. Lips cracked, still mumbling fragments of songs the sea once sang through him.

He doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t see you. His eyes are glazed.

You step forward. Waves lap at your calves. Salt stings the cracks in your skin, but you don’t stop. You can’t. You kneel before him, trembling fingers threading through his matted hair.

“Rafayel…” your voice is a broken prayer. No answer. He rocks in place, arms wrapped around himself, clutching something invisible.

You cup his neck, gently. Pull your forehead to his. “Return to me,” you breathe. Nothing. But then... A flicker. A pulse beneath your fingers. Faint. Familiar.

You press closer, trembling. Not from the cold. From memory. “The Chosen of the Sea God demands justice,” you say, your voice low and sharp. “I demand vengeance.”

Still, no spark in his eyes. But his breath hitches. The first disruption in his otherwise machine-still form. You lean in, your voice cracking with fury. “Come to me, Rafayel.” Not a request. A summon.

You press your hand against his chest. Right where the bond was first carved into flesh. Inked not with runes, but with blood and worship of another time.

You whisper the words of evocation. And the mark beneath his collarbone, long dormant, burns faintly beneath your palm.

“I call what is mine,” you snarl. “Soul-bound, storm-marked, sea-born—I call you back.”

His lip trembles. His fingers twitch.

“I don’t want your love, Rafayel,” you growl, face inches from his. “I want your rage.” You kiss him. Not out of desire. But power and claim.

"Awaken, my revered,” you whisper. “Answer my worship. Return to me, or I will tear open the sea itself.” The wind howls in answer. You press your forehead to his. Breath shallow. And then, his hand lifts. Slowly. fingers graze your cheek. And grip.

He is trembling. His breath ragged. “I saw you,” he whispers. “In the waves. In every storm. In every scream the ocean tried to silence.”

You say nothing. Because he’s not fully here. Not yet.

But the sea begins to rise. And as the tide surges.

So does he.

Eyes burning now. Not with love. With vengeance. The bond has answered.

And the drowned god walks again.

Zayne:

A heart made of ice cracks not from fire, but from a single drop of water.

Zayne is gone upon your return.

Dead, maybe. Erased, certainly. As if he followed you into death… and chose to stay.

You look for him in shadows. In memory. In the ruins of his apartment. In the hospital he once worked in, now owned by a stranger.

There’s nothing left of him but dust. The world moved on. It buried your love like it buried you.

But you didn’t stay dead.

You returned. And now, in every mirror, every pane of glass, you see him.

Not as he was. But darker. Sharper. A wolf wearing a familiar skin.

And one night, he steps out of the reflection.

He pins you to your bed, ice pick raised, aimed at your eye. His eyes, Zayne’s eyes, stare down at you.

You twist. Shift your weight. Get on top. Knee to his gut. You’ve fought worse. You’ve died. This? This is just another ghost.

"Where is he?!" you scream, teeth bared.

He struggles. But he’s not the real Zayne. This version is built for combat. A weapon.

But you have died. And death leaves its mark.

You dig your knee deeper into him. Grip his hair. Slam him back. Your blade flashes, pressed against his neck. One more inch and this doppelganger will be nothing but blood and apology.

"Where is my Zayne?" you demand again, voice cracking. “Tell me!”

He smirks. Programmed to provoke you.

You see it now, what they did. They made a monster in his image.

To torment you. To finish the act they failed to. To ensure your love becomes your execution.

But he made one mistake. He underestimated your grief. You knock him out with the hilt of your blade. Hard. He crumples like a marionette with cut strings. You kneel beside him, panting. Shaking. Your chest aches with fury and sorrow.

You will keep him. You will use him. You will rip your Zayne back from the edge of existence. Drag him from whatever place they buried his soul.

This one, this twisted mirror of him, will help you. Because if he wears your love’s face, then he will kneel when you command. He will bleed for your cause.

And when you find the real Zayne...

Gods help them all.

Sylus:

You parry the blow too late.

The fist connects with your ribs. A brutal thud, and you feel something crack. You fly backward, slamming into the bleachers. Wood splinters. Pain flares. The world tips.

You can’t breathe. Your mask is slipping.

The crowd roars, unfeeling and merciless. You hear them above the ringing in your ears. Blood rushes through your skull with a roar. You taste iron and sweat.

He comes for you again, your opponent. The masked serpent. A fighter who favors his fists over the sword he was given. His eyes, red and wild behind the steel mesh of his helm.

You raise your blade out of instinct, not hope. It’s no use.

His hands find your throat. And squeeze.

The world narrows. You’ve lived through worse. Hunger that made you eat leather. Silence that lasted so long you forgot how your voice sounded. A name that was taken from you and never returned.

Death is familiar. Almost kind. It would be easier to let go.

Your fingers twitch. Your mask slips. And then...Crack.

He slams your head into the wood. Stars bloom in your vision. The world blurs. The crowd roars louder. The taste of blood is thick now. You’re fading.

Then—air. Sudden.

He stops.

You blink through your broken helmet, expecting a killing blow. Instead, you see his fist frozen in midair. Inches from your face.

His breathing is ragged. “You live,” he whispers.

You don’t understand.

His mask is tilting. His knees hit the ground. He crawls towards you. No better than a beast. “You live…” he says again, voice cracking.

And in the haze of concussion, pain, and blood, something stirs in you too. Because those eyes...those maddened, tear-bright eyes, were once warm. Once familiar.

You flinch when he reaches for you, and he stops. There’s silence now. The crowd holds its breath.

He stares at your face, now half-exposed, your mask broken and slick with sweat and blood.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers. “I thought they killed you.”

You say nothing. Can’t say anything.

Your ribs hurt. Your head pounds. And yet, your heart slams wildly, not from fear, but the tenderness in his gaze.

He knows you. Or worse, he once loved you.

You watch as something ancient and terrible blooms behind his eyes.

Wrath. Not for you. But for the ones who took you. Who made you forget. Who made him fight you.

And the arena falls silent, because they all feel it too. The serpent has remembered his name. And the Reaper is no longer alone.

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simping-berry · 1 month ago

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Congratulations on 400 followers! 🎊🍾🥂

If your inbox is still open, may I request an isekai’ed!reader who has had previous medical training and decided to work at Akso Hospital once she got licensed, tries to play matchmaker with Zayne and the MC but is totally clueless that the cardiac surgeon likes the reader?

thank you, honey! I absolutely love this idea! I am very very vague with the actual medical stuff because that is not my field of expertise, but I still think it's cute! i do feel like its a little short and bare though, i might make this into a long fic later if i have the time and inspiration lol

1634 words (not proofread)

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Getting isekai’d wasn’t that interesting.

In fact, it was pretty unceremonious. Like you were a kitten picked up from the dumpster by the scruff of your neck only to be tossed into a run down shelter.

It seems getting isekai’d into a romance game is only interesting if you’re the Main Character.

How were you supposed to survive here, anyways?

First things first, you needed a job. You scoured through employment ads, looking for anything you could do. Jobs for scientists, maintenance engineers, elementary teachers. All things you weren’t exactly fit to do.

What were you fit to do?

One thing came to mind: your medical training.

How hard could it be to get licensed in Linkon?

2 years and a registered nurse’s license later, and you were getting a job at Akso Hospital.

It was scary, you thought as you donned your scrubs. None of the friends you’d made at school had gotten jobs at Akso. You were completely alone, starting out on your own again.

You got to the hospital early your first day. Maybe it was jitters, maybe you were eager. Walking to the front desk, you handed the receptionist your file.

She smiled at you. “Welcome to Akso! Looks like you’ll be working under Doctor Zayne. I’ll send you over, and Yvonne should fill you in from there!”

With a curt nod, you swiftly made your way through Akso. It was bright, clean, efficient, so unlike the hospitals back home. It truly felt like a hospital of the future, but then, you supposed, it was.

You didn’t know when you had become desensitized to all the changes you found in Linkon from your original world, things beginning to seem like the norm rather than a shocking show of progress, but there were still some things that stood out to you.

The elevator in Akso had a windowed side, giving you a view over the rest of Linkon. You stared out at the city, the realization that this really was your life now setting in. Throughout your education, you’d lived each day with the assumption that tomorrow you could be back in your world.

But now two years had passed, and you were a nurse at Akso Hospital.

This was your life now.

Getting off on the sixth floor, you took a deep breath. The hallway was bustling with family members outside rooms and patients being transferred. You walked to the main desk, immediately greeted with a smile.

“Hi! You must be the new recruit,” Yvonne said. “As I’m sure you already know, you’ve been assigned to Doctor Zayne. There’s nothing to worry about, he’s really sweet if you get to know him.”

You nodded. “And… how old is Doctor Zayne?”

Yvonne gave you a knowing smile. “He’s 27. But, if you’re interested in him, I wouldn’t try anything. Zayne’s oblivious when it comes to that sort of thing.”

“What sort of thing am I oblivious to?” Zayne interrupted.

“Oh, nothing!” Yvonne waved a hand in dismissal. “Zayne, this is our newest addition to the team!”

Zayne gave you a once-over. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. So long as you are competent, we shouldn’t have any issues,” he said swiftly.

As he turned to leave, Yvonne called out, “Remember, you have a check-up with a Hunter in a half an hour!”

Zayne merely hummed in acknowledgment before disappearing into his office.

“He’s not the best with socializing, but he means well,” Yvonne whispered to you. “Anyways, to get you started off today, I think I’ll just have you taking care of patients before their appointments with Zayne or Greyson. You know, taking vitals, things like that.” She smiled. “I don’t want you to be too overwhelmed on your first day.”

You gave her a soft smile in return. “I think I’ll be alright.”

With your first patient, the shift was immediate. What had been all quiet smiles and curt nods was now methodical, efficient, practiced. You didn’t flinch when Zayne would occasionally watch over your shoulder when he was between patients. It’s your first day, you figured. He’s probably just making sure things are going smoothly.

When you were between patients, you welcomed the reprieve. You allowed your mind to wander, figuring that if Zayne was just 27 now, it must be around the beginning of the story in Love and Deepspace. It’d been two years, though, and your memory was fuzzy. How long was it until things started to go badly for Miss Hunter?

You’d seen her, briefly, that morning. You’d taken her vitals as you both waited for Zayne and made polite small talk in the meantime. She explained how she knew Zayne from their childhood, but it’d been years since they’d seen each other. You nodded along, letting her talk and laugh and be the dazzling woman she was.

You excused yourself quietly when Zayne came in, not feeling his eyes on you as you left.

You fell into a routine as the weeks turned to months at Akso. You’d still feel Zayne’s gaze on you as you took care of patients, but you still thought nothing of it. He was an attentive man, after all.

You would take your lunch breaks with him, if they ever matched up. There was never a lot of conversation in those moments, just a quiet understanding of company. He’d always give you a mint before he left, a carefully wrapped treat pressed into the palm of your hand.

You started leaving him the occasional candy, too, a simple chocolate left on his desk when he’d have double shifts. You and Zayne had reached an understanding over time, it seemed, a simple connection resembling friendship.

Miss Hunter came by regularly, either for a check up or to get patched up after an injury. If it was the latter, she always got a subtle scolding from Zayne, which always ended in him emphasizing (again) that he was her Primary Care Physician.

You always laughed when you saw them together. The soft teasing was adorable, and you found yourself eagerly waiting for them to finally get together. They were so obviously in love with each other, so what’s the wait? There was no way anyone could miss the way Zayne looks at the one he loves.

“Good job today.”

“Hm?” You looked up from your report.

Zayne cleared his throat. “That patient earlier… it was difficult. You did a good job.”

Your face got slightly warm. Praise from Zayne was few and far between. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He looked away. Zayne lingered, drumming his fingers on the desk.

“Is there anything else?” you asked.

“No… no, I guess not,” he said, ears flushing red as he looked away.

“I saw Miss Hunter is supposed to come by later today,” you said sheepishly. “She’s very nice.”

Zayne nodded. “Yes, she is.”

“Are you… interested in her?”

Zayne stared at you blankly. “Interested?”

“Well, you know…” You trailed off. “She’s pretty, confident, smart. You two are so comfortable with each other. Are you going to ask her out?”

“On a date?” he sputtered.

“Yeah! If you like her, you should do it soon. A girl like that isn’t going to wait for you.”

Zayne watched you carefully, lips quirking up at the ends ever so slightly. “I guess you’re right.”

The next morning, Zayne’s jaw was tight. He was quiet, even quieter than usual.

You and Greyson were gathered around Yvonne’s desk, wondering just what put him in a bad mood.

“Do you think something happened?” Yvonne asked.

“Maybe he just didn’t get enough sleep,” Greyson offered. “He’s been working a lot lately.”

“I hope everything’s alright…” you muttered.

The conversation stilled when Zayne appeared behind you. “Could I have a word?” he asked you.

“Of course…”

“Good luck,” Greyson whispered.

“It’s probably fine,” Yvonne assured you.

Taking your hand, Zayne led you out to the gardens in Akso’s courtyard. Sitting down on a bench, his grip remained tight. His chest rose and fell with shuddered breaths, like he was desperately trying to hold himself back.

“Are you alright?” you whispered.

Zayne’s gaze snapped to yours, wide-eyed. “Yes, I’m sorry.” A strained laugh. “I suppose I’m a bit nervous. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Of course, what’s up?” You tilted your head.

“Yesterday, what you said…” Zayne took a deep breath, moving to fully face you with both your hands in his. “You said I shouldn’t leave the person I like to simply wait. Well, I’m not letting them wait anymore.”

Your eyes lit up. “Does this mean you’re going to ask Miss Hunter out soon?”

Zayne’s shoulder’s sagged, as if he were deflating at your comment. “No. No, I’m trying to ask you out. Not her. I’m not interested in her, and besides I think she’s already with someone. It’s you I want to ask.”

You stared at him. “…me?” you asked in a small voice. Zayne nodded. “But why?”

“You’re smart, talented, kind, funny, I can’t think of a reason not to.” Zayne chuckled. “And here I thought I was obvious, liking you for all this time.”

“All this time?” you exclaimed. “How long is all this time?”

“I’m not sure exactly,” Zayne said softly. “I suppose it was a gradual thing. Spending all that time around you, enjoying your warmth… you made me forget I was cold.”

You stared at him, mouth slightly agape.

“So, if you’d let me, I’d like to do this right,” he murmured. “I want to take you out on dates, take care of you, have you to come home to.” He scooted closer, knee knocking against yours. “Will you let me?”

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

“Perfect,” he breathed. “After living in your sunlight for so long, I don’t think I could go without it.”

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simping-berry · 1 month ago

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Self Aware & Obsessive AU x GN!Reader— Date Everything (Dorian, Curt&Rod, Daisuke, Doug, Mateo, Amir, Johnny, Hector, Eddie&Volt, Mac, Daemon, Tony)

A/N: This idea from @devilmaymetalgear really hooked me in, and I wanted to write a quick little something! I see your requests, and I'm planning to combine them for general NSFW HC's so they should be out quicker! There are suggestive themes sprinkled in. Sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language:-]

WC: 1K

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You’re doing your 4th re-run of the game, it’s late, and you’re not really paying attention to whatever options you’re clicking as you pull up front Dorian for a chat. You accidentally press the dialogue option that lets you leave the house and your heart drops, you’ve made so much progress, and now it’s all going down the drain— but you blink, you wait, nothing happens. Dorian is just frozen there, with an expression you’ve never noticed on his sprites before, the dialogue box is empty and there are no choices. After a few minutes, he sighs—the dialogue frame is still empty— and then you’re forcefully exited out of the interaction. That was strange but, probably just a bug! The game just came out after all, plus it saved your ass big time, so you just saved your game and went to bed.

Most of the time life and work get in the way of your hobbies, and sometimes you’re forced to work overtime for 2 days and not play a single minute of your new favorite dating game. Finally, the weekend arrives, and you boot up the game, the ‘trivia’ that you expect to read every time now only says, “They’ve missed you.” That’s…weird, probably a new welcome back thing the devs implemented to make you want to play more. You finally get into the game and the second you put your dateviators on, Curt & Rod, Betty, and Dorian pop up at the same time. Each of their dialogue boxes empty, and they’re all speaking over each other before the game just crashes.

Odd, you re-start and everything is fine. You go downstairs and aim your glasses at scandalebra, but somehow, Daisuke is the one that pops up on your screen. He does his usual greeting, you’ve already finished his route though, so this glitch cost you a chance. You sigh and skip through before the game stops registering your clicks and Daisuke seems to be staring right at you. Is the DLC doing this? As you’re just waiting, Daisuke finally speaks, “My love, why do you wish to waste time with the likes of him?” he sighed, “I’m right here, all yours, and you haven’t even looked at me for weeks. Are you… bored with me?”, there aren’t any choices you can select.

One time you aim your glasses at Johnny and Amir is there instead. He’s got this… look on his face, he’s blushing, and he just can’t seem to form any words. But trying to click through his empty dialogue does nothing, so you just wait. Before he could even speak, though, your game completely freezes and in seconds you’re somehow in the breaker room? Eddie & Volt greet you like nothing’s wrong, “Live wire! Ah, we’ve missed you, where have you been?” Volt said in this, eerily cheery tone of voice you’ve never heard from him, then Eddie started talking, “not good to ignore your boyfriends for too long, we could start getting jealous, y’know?”

You’re so close to finishing Abel’s story quest, and when you go over to him, you find out that one of his legs has come loose out of nowhere. Tony won’t come and fix it, no matter how many times you call for him. You go over to Tony, much to Abel’s dismay, he looks way more cheerful than you’re used to, “Ah, and to think I thought you’d forgotten about little ol’ Tony for that fucking table. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you, want to show me how sorry you are for ignoring me now that you’re here?”

You’re talking out loud to yourself about how this time you’re going to finally romance Keith and when those words leave your mouth your bedroom and bathroom door close themselves shut. You click and click, but Dorian just won’t open. You aim your glasses at him, the only thing he says is, “Sorry, luv, don’t feel like sharin’ you today,”

When you aim your glasses at your fridge, you expect Freddy and somehow the character standing in front of you is… Doug? “Look, I know I’m just a concept made form, but even I need some action time to time from my lover. Get your ass here and stop talking to that hairy fridge. I missed your dumbass.”

You’re talking to Curt & Rod, and you’re pretty sure they aren’t supposed to say, “Look, we know you’re popular,” Curt says, then Rod continues, “and we totally get why… I mean, look at you baby!”, Curt then chimes in, “but y’know, we do want you for ourselves the most. Why don’t you, ignore them for a while and come cuddle up with us? It’s been a while, lover.”

You talk to Mac once first thing in the day, and now the rest of your charges are gone! You try aiming your glasses at them again just to see, and it actually works, “I can get a little possessive, but you do understand, don't you?”

You do not remember about a literal sex scene where Hector and the player (you) are experimenting with temperature play as he’s breathlessly moaning your name when your character shivers, “Ah my love, seeing you so vulnerable all for me while they are watching makes my heart so full that it could burst.”

Somehow, every day a new inanimal goes missing, and you have to spend hours with Mateo to find them, somehow he doesn’t mind this at all, somehow the inanimals look chirpier than ever when you click on them.

You don’t even remember there being a shower feature, let alone how your character got into it, but the way Johnny is looking at you and the way he’s talking about your body like it’s the really expensive looking piece of cake in a bakery window tells you he’s loving this. “You look… amazin’, downright ethereal, am I allowed to… get a feel for myself, gorgeous?”

Somehow every time you try to talk with Diana, your diary, Daemon shows up. They say nothing, just look at you with a blank face, until one time you got so over it that you closed and opened the game again. Once again, aiming your glasses to Diana, yet Daemon shows up. They laugh at you, “Ah, opposite of hate, is it that hard to see you belong only to me? Since now, they know what they are too, I’ll stop being ‘special’, will you still talk to me then?”

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