nyctoplasm
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everything stays static, until it doesn’t.
(read: a well-timed meal leads to a confrontation.)
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- Part 3 of learning how to talk
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you drink yourself into a stupor in the angel’s share.
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- Part 1 of learning how to talk
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you sleep with kaeya to forget about diluc. it works, for a bit, and not very well.
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- Part 2 of learning how to talk
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The Puppeteer: Miguel O’Hara x Reader by nyctoplasm
Fandoms: Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies)
28 Jul 2023
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Let’s wind the story back a bit.
You are (y/n) (l/n), The Puppeteer. After being injected with the venom of a radioactive spider, you got powers. Powers beyond comprehension. The city needs saving, and that is your job. Put on the mask, and jump in.
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You walk in on König in his room as he jacks off... with your panties.
Inspired by Needy by archambault!
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Solve For XXX by 572stars
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
19 Dec 2024
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Geto Suguru has a thing for nerds. His new math TA Gojo Satoru? The hottest nerd on campus.
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“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Suguru skeptically asks as Satoru presses sweet little kisses down his cheek all the way to the corner of his mouth.
Satoru laughs, leaning back to look at him. “I’m sure. So, how am I doing so far?” he asks, eyes gleaming.
Suguru can’t risk Satoru’s head getting too big, so he says, “Eh, I’d give you a solid ‘B’.”
Satoru’s eyes narrow in annoyance at that. “I’ve never gotten a ‘B’ in my life.”
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- Part 1 of Coke Bottle Glasses
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“Am I dirty?” he asked before he could think better of it.
Suguru looked him up and down with a curious expression, squinting, searching for something that could explain whatever the hell was going on. “Huh? No… you look fine to me.”
That’s not what I meant. Am I filthy, or am I pure?
“Are—are you sure?” It came out weak, brittle. He lightly unclasped the hand from Suguru’s jacket which he was still holding, leaving it just hovering over the fabric. He was scared he’d burn Suguru again, but he was more scared about being unclean. “What about my hands?”
Without reservation, Suguru gently took Satoru’s hand from the jacket and then lifted the other, still pressed to Satoru’s chest, into his own small palms. He turned his hands till his palms faced God, and Lord, did they burn, but before he could pull back, Suguru held them firmly, thumbs brushing over the lines and grooves of his palms, steady, careful, unflinching.
“All clean, ‘Toru. I promise. See?”
Satoru did not believe him.
Or, Satoru wrestles with God, the Bible, and the slow, undeniable realization that he is in love with his best friend, Suguru.
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21 Mar 2026