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Seeing that Jim’s starting to hyperventilate, Curly shushes him with his palm shoved roughly against his mouth and he stills, eyes going wide in fear.
For the first time, Curly acknowledges the leather belt that keeps Jimmy’s hands bound to the metal bed frame, tugging on it with the other hand to prove to them both that it’s going to keep Jim bed bound until Curly decides the time is right.
“You started this,” Curly reminds him patiently, firmly, and without the intention to shame.
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Welcome to LADs kinktober! This kinktober is specifically centered around the love interests of Love and Deepspace.
More tags and descriptions to come!
Day 1: Medical Play/Brat Taming AppleSnow
Day 2: Shibari/Bondage CrowFish
Day 3: Semi-Public SnowStar
Day 4: Womb Tattoo/Incubus/Breeding Applefish
Day 5: Wax play CrowStar
Day 6: Shower Sex/Caught Masterbating SnowCrow -
I Can't Hold It Anymore by 2dtwinkenjoyer
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
11 Jul 2025
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You ask Xavier for a humiliating favor and he obliges. Female MC.
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Starlight by Esten (xxxestenxxx), xxxestenxxx
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
31 Jul 2025
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You missed them.
Missed the way Xavier called you by his petname. Missed the way Sylus would cock his head to the side with a smile whenever you arrived home. Missed the way Xavier would drown you in compliments. Missed the way Sylus would stand outside of your apartment at midnight with a helmet in his arms for you as he leaned against his motorcycle.
You had to have split that day.
You had to ruin everything.
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the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't by vrl
Fandoms: No I'm not a Human (Video Game)
04 Oct 2025
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"The girl," the homeowner blurts out. A placating edge to his voice that he's never quite perfected, considering the lack of social interaction in his adult life. "She's alive. Here."
The Vigilante straightens, sets his left foot back and aims the barrel of his rifle at the door. It's set right where the homeowner's chest would be, the target aimed with subconscious precision. Primal hunting instinct that the homeowner recognises from when his father would stalk deer—he instinctively steps backwards and bows his knees to flee, as useless as the motion is.
Fear sets in the homeowner's spine like fire to spilt gasoline.
"You open this fucking door right now."
(amidst the vigilante's lamenting, the homeowner throws him a bone: his niece is alive. distrust and violence unravel into something else.)