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zaynesaurora · 15 days

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ʟ&ᴅꜱ ! reaction to dry humping — (MDNI)

a/n: yowhza this made me have to get up and walk a lap, i struggled with caleb so hes demoted to bonus boy again srwy bout that :(theres a new bonus boy though,, i may have been swayed by recent events.

zayne ! sets a lazy pace, almost lack luster as he perches you on top of him in the confindes of his office during a particularly quiet dinner break- big hands tucked under the hem of your shirt so he can tickle at your skin until it begins to burn from the delicate friction, a skilled tongue dipping into your mouth in the same less than hurried attitude his hands are showing.

he would stop your hands as they journey towards the zip hiding his hardening self from you, cool fingers engulfing your own as he forces you to hold on to his belt buckle for the remainder of your ride.

"too risky my dear, im on the clock"

he cant silence the squeaks of his desk chair as he meets his end. leather groaning in effort when his hips chase you into the air above, eyes rolling to the base of his skull in the most beautiful display of bliss. he buttons his lab coat up before leaving his office. stains of your love hidden behind the stark white.

xavier ! always wears light coloured briefs incase his moment arises, loving the way the material becomes sheer as he leaks with excitement- load after load decorating the cotton in puddles as he ruts into you.

"hmph- so messy" he's babbling in your ear between heavy puffs of air from his nostrils.

xavier likes it when you play hard to get in this particular scenario. when your belly down on the bed, scrolling your phone and barely taking any notice of his manhood smoothing over the hills of your backside. he gets lost in his own fantasy- perverted nature making itself known in the way he wraps his body around you, hands tucking below your chest and thighs squeezing your own into a tight line. he keeps going, going until he can barely hold himself up and his weight becomes invasive when he's lay on your back in exhaustion.

when he eventually pulls away, a stringy mess connects the pair of you, another outfit christened by a make out session gone too far.

rafayel ! thinks he has control of every sexual situation ever. outright laughs in your face as he mocks your whimpers- deliberately pulling his hand away from the delicate lace covering you just as the warmth in your belly makes itself known. his teeth are bumping yours with every taunt, chests squishing with every snicker. until you grab him through his boxers, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"hmm scandalous, naugh-" words caught in his throat when you tug him harder than before.

its no secret rafayel is competative , and usually sulky when you try to overpower him but he can't help but give in when you everwhelm his senses in so many ways- need for release growing with every passing moment. he's certainly well behaved when you form an o-shape with your fist, instructing him to use your hand like a toy through his pants. pretty noises being rewarded with a quick tightening.

— bonus —

caleb ! does that thing boyfriends do when they pretend to be hitting it from behind when you bend over for any reason, except this time his make believe thrusts get a little too close and before you know it he has his palm flat to your back , pushing you into the countertop so he can keep you in place and indulge in the feeling of his loose sweats rubbing on his bare junk- lucky for him he's known for being commando in the comfort of his own home and the material is swallowing his tip in a way that feels so right.

"thats it baby, jus- a little more"

jeremiah ! blooms into a mix of pinks and reds as the colour works its way up his chest and into his cheeks- timidly meeting your eyes before snapping them shut in avoidance. you can hear the unsteady rythm in his ribs, you can see the resolve slipping in the vice like grip he has on the sheets he's sprawled on- if they were living he would be drawing blood by now and his hips spring forward everytime your underwear meets his. even when the pressures almost none existent.

"calm down sweetheart, you can do it"

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skynapple · 8 days

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pov: you break up with Jeremiah:

He can't do it anymore. Can't think of you without choking up. It suffocates his throat, feels like his lungs will squeeze in on him.

He can't stand the way he looks at you, and if he's honest it feels wrong but he looks at you and maybe he's seeing things but there's something there.

It's always been there, deep down. Way deep down. This impending sense of doom – that one way or another this was too good to be true, that it was not meant to last. Nothing good in his life every really had. Not his positions, not his friendships, not his homes, not the ones he loved the most, none of it.

Holding you felt like far too precious a thing.

It felt like all along, you didn't belong to him, like borrowing a beloved item from someone else.

Because when he saw you together it looked right it felt right. This felt wrong.

The squeezing in his throat worsened when he looked at you and told you that it was time to go, and he saw a flicker of disappointment. You were having such a good time with him.

And he doesn't know. He doesn't know if deep down you've only ever yearned for him, desired him.

Maybe it drives him crazy because he's lived a long, long life, and it's life enough to know these things don't last. Humans are fickle, sad, mortal creatures.

That's it too, he wonders. Somewhere in the back of his mind there's the impending sense of how long he will be here on earth. If he wasn't meant to be here in the first place, would the universe eventually take him away? What would that leave behind for you then?

It makes him sick. His stomach turns with bile to think of the tears that might stain your face in thought of him.

It's not that he doesn't love you. The love he has for you is aching, suffocating, bewildering, consuming. It's bubbly like acid and soda, like a mento in a soda bottle. It doesn't feel like it's enough anymore. It no longer feels right to be selfish in all the happiness he's had, all the intimate moments you'd shared. It doesn't feel right to hear the way you say his name, like you belong to him, when you shouldn't.

He can't stand the guilt.

"I think we should break up." He says, weakly, exhaustedly, with all the love he can hold, that he no longer can bear.

"Okay." You say.

Because he's right. Your heart belongs to someone else, to a bigger purpose.

And Jeremiah isn't supposed to be here. He never was.

#lnds jeremiah #cw angst #hm yeah wasn't enough angst in this tag #love and deepspace #love and deepspace jeremiah #jeremiah x reader #lnds jeremiah x reader #lads jeremiah #l&ds jeremiah #lnd jeremiah #captain of the jeremiah protection squad means i also get to be the captain of breaking him into pieces #madi writes #madi plays lnds

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goddess-reborn · 16 days

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Wait Jeremiah makes appearances in the Moments app now??? 🥹🥹🥹

#he’s so cute I love him #petition to make Jeremiah and LI #hashtag LetUsLoveJeremiah2k24 #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace Jeremiah #lads Xavier #lads Jeremiah #lnds #lds #l&ds #l&ds xavier #l&ds Jeremiah #lnds xavier #lnds Jeremiah

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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 16 days

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≡;-꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔: 𝑬𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑶𝒖𝒕

── mdni sexual content. l&ds boys and how they eat you out. inclusive of: oral (f. receiving), slight pet name usage, praise, cursing.

⁺₊ / an: your wish is my command anonie! 🥰

rafayel, out of all the boys, would arguably be the most eager, and arguably the most skilled. because first and foremost, he simply loves being there between your thighs. he loves love your smell, and your taste, altogether—so much so that he could definitely stay there for hours.

but he's also anything but nice about it. because the minute you give him permission, he'll be swirling his tongue, lapping at your juices, practically moaning against you with how good you taste...

... and rafayel knows how to use his tongue. he's so damn good at using it, never failing to bring you to your high; never stopping, either. the hours he can spend eating you out aren't soft and gentle, he'll keep up his pace in an almost desperate manner to drink you up. he doesn't mean to overstimulate you, really! it's not intentional, he just can't get enough of you!

"mmhfffuck— taste so damn good—"

xavier would be slow with his movements, just little easygoing, languid licks up your cunt, softly lapping at your entrance. he's also someone who would gladly go at this for house on end, but this is because he finds the process relaxing. comforting. so he prolongs it—he takes his time. he'll focus on the taste, wanting to savor every last drop, as much as possible... all with absolutely no rush, ao it allows you to feel, more accurately, all of what he's doing to you. and boy, would it feel good.

but. the downside of this is that he doesn't necessarily intend on making you cum. sure, he likes your taste, and he'll try to get as much of it as he can—much like rafayel, he won't stop until he's tired and satisfied! but the build-up to your release will definitely be slow. it's almost like teasing, unintentionally... not that he would edge you, or overstimulate you, but he won't actively try to bring you to an orgasm as quickly as possible, either!

"hm? s'okay, angel... you'll get there eventually..."

zayne would eat you out with purpose. he's precise, and very much intentionally wants you to cum. in fact, it's not just a want for him—it's a need. every swirl of his tongue and every suck on your clit is made with the drive to bring you to your high. he knows—he's memorized—all the spots that have your bck arching into his face, allowing the tip of his nose to brush against your clit so perfectly, it has you absolutely reeling.

and he knows exactly how to get you all worked up even more. because the entire time he's eating you out, he will be maintaining eye-contact with you. bright, piercing eyes gazing straight into yours, a hint of mirth in them as his tongue plunges into you.

you're not allowed to look away. you wouldn't dare.

"mm... look at me, sweetheart. need to see you."

caleb would be very much of a tease. he's also someone who knows exactly how you like to be eaten out, and arguably, he'd have impeccable technique—but he won't give you that. he knows how easily you cum from his tongue, that he would rather give all his attention to every other part of your body... before he'd dare to start licking your cunt.

you'd be begging, writhing, aching to have his tongue between your folds... but you simply have to wait. this is one of the only times caleb gets to have his fun in teasing you to no end, and he will, by all means, enjoy it.

"fuck, baby, you're drenched. all this for me?"

jeremiah would start out incredibly, incredibly shy at first. his hands placed tentatively over your thigh, starting with testing little licks because he isn't quite sure of what he's doing... he'd even have you guide his head, anything to ensure he's doing things the way you want him to—because he wants, needs, to make you feel good. he'll even look up at you every now and then with innocent little "was that okay?"s and "did that feel good?"s, always searching for affirmations from you.

and his eyes would be so genuine and sincere despite the act the both of you are participating in, that it's almost adorable, like a breath of fresh air. he'll eat you out with the most considerate prioritization of your pleasure, learning as he goes, until he can undeniably bring you to cum all over his tongue.

"oh... it looks like you liked that? should i do it again? like... this?"

⁺₊ / an: have you noticed i updated my character list for lnds..... LMAKDJSJFJHSHF

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yuzuocha · 2 months

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MC: Xavier, keep an eye on Jeremiah today. I have a feeling he's gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself punched.

Xavier: Sure. I'd love to see Jeremiah getting punched.

MC:

Xavier: I will try to stop Jeremiah from getting punched.

MC: ...good enough

#love and deepspace #yuzuocha ‣ memes #love and deepspace xavier #xavier love and deepspace #lad xavier #xavier #lnds xavier #xavier x mc #l&ds xavier #xavier lnd #xavier lads #xavier x reader #xavier lds #love and deepspace jeremiah #セイヤ #shen xinghui

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lovelaughsimp · 11 days

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I'm in love with l&ds fandom. Though, I don't have any friend in the fandom. Watching everyone interact is so freaking cute and adorable. Everyone from those who just like the posts, to those who posts, to those who does those gimmick blogs, the letter one, the polls one, the shy one . Everyone of you is so so so so so so adorable and cute and gorgeous and beautiful and many more words. Whenever I saw that some of the babies are shy or embarassed or doesn't feel seen, it broke my heart, truly. Ykw i felt like a mother whose felt embarassed, shy, unseen by everyone, this was really sad. Omgfgg if i could I'll hug all of you my babies. I also wanna scold and hug you cause my cuties adorable babies you are so much deserving of love and how dare you think you are jot deserving of love. Ugh you cuties don't overthink. ily all <3

( sorry my elder sister persona and therapist daughter is coming out )

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cloudxxiia · 22 days

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if i had a flower for every time i thought of you, i'd walk through my garden forever. 🌹

notice how it's not xavier who brought me out of art block <3

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yaxinqs · 27 days

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tldr new love and deepspace update

#i'm sobbing in the corner #good food... but at what cost #please don't mind me picking up all the small pieces my heart shattered into haha #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #lnds #lads #l&ds #lnd #lad #love and deepspace jeremiah

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dawnbreakersgaze · 1 month

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Look, before you judge me, I want you to understand that I am beyond the ability to harm. I think Jeremiah is a babe and that is that.

Now, this is, 100% the fault of @skynapple and her amazing fic (which you should ABSOLUTELY go read right tf now) if you haven't already. It's killing me. In a good way. I'm dying in the best way possible and ASDHJKDLSJS is all I can say about how much I love it.

And if you're about to come at me like "Wtf Kay why is Jeremiah built like that?" Then I will remind you that this mfer was a lightseeker- one of the people still at MCs side fighting wanderers when Xav up and disappeared. For a couple hundred years, he was constantly whooping wanderer ass, and I will not be told he was anything other than beautifully buff 😤

This whole thing made me miss drawing so much. I love studying anatomy and bless Jeremiah for being a good sport about it lol. Maybe I should do the others when my hands allow it.

#all 3 Jeremiah stans can come to my house in Kansas for cookies and wine later and we can talk about his cute voice and hair #club shirts will be voted on at the next meeting so submit your ideas #love and deepspace #lnds #lads #zayne #l&ds #love & deepspace #lnds jeremiah #lads Jeremiah #art of kay #it feels so good to draw again #I just found the perfect pose ref and my arthritis was being kind today and the brainrot was heavy so the stars aligned lol #come with me and be my love and we will all the pleasures prove in every instance of our life speak nothing but the thought of you

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rafayel-fishie-moving · 18 days

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Come one, come all!

Please give a very warm welcome to our Jeremiah!

@jeremiahofphilo

Be sure to follow him if you're not already and have fun!

#🫧 rafayel's not here #jeremiah love and deepspace #love and deepspace #jeremiah #lnd #lnds #lads #l&ds

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zaynesaurora · 6 days

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ʟ&ᴅꜱ ! reaction to bedroom talk/noises — (MDNI)

a/n: idk i had some loose thoughts and tried to turn them into something, might be nothing ! bonus boys both got promoted for this one though because im insane about caleb in particular rn

zayne ! gets off on ambient noises. the rain battering the window panes, the crackling of a wood fire, the thump of the headboard against the wall- he’s romantic like that. he's pretty quiet broadly speaking when it comes to sex and so he enjoys when the atmosphere helps him to express his feelings, his own noises typically being the air escaping his nose in heavy puffs.

he has one sound he enjoys above all those though, always prefacing it with a gentle "are you ready, my love?"- before slipping himself into your awaiting walls, revelling in the gasp that follows in response.

accompanying it will always be the sounds of kissing. zayne pulling you under the sheets, wet lips planting themselves where ever he can reach- the dip of your collar bone being top of the list as he takes you chest to chest in his own perfected version of white noise. an instrumental that makes your skin burn until he stills above you, professing his love with a groan.

xavier ! forgets who he is, who you are, where he is, what hes doing- mind blank but his mouth works overtime to chant a chorus of "yes, Yes YES" with every drop of your hips, descending on him with precision.

if he could see himself from your perspective, he'd probably be unbelievably embarrassed- unaware of the drool thats collecting in the creases at the corners of his lips with every breathy mumble, voice horse from the sheer amount of satisfaction rushing through his veins and off his tongue. the same dewy look would be collecting in his eyes. pretty blues glassing over in a way that makes him look unresposive. he'd fail to let you know he was going to come. too caught up in his own choir to give it even a fleeting thought.

breathing would be laboured after the matter, lungs struggling to catch up with themselves as he comes back to his senses. he'd be slung right off of cloud nine when you start giggling beside him- suddenly aware that he has no idea what he was saying, or the noises he was allowing to be known. you had no idea a human being could change colour so fast.

rafayel ! has fun in sex. teasing nature seeping into all aspects of your life with him regardless of certain activities so it's completely expected that your shared quaters are filled with laughter and bickering even with him burried inside you- elegant hands swatting at your arse randomly to hear you yelp in surprise for him ( he's also doing it bc it makes you tighten around him but shh)

rafs tone would alter to have a more commanding edge as the pleasure really sets in, "dont you dare stop" being a phrase often thrown around and his nails sinking further into your skin- each time it's laced with a snarl that almost makes him seem intimdating if he wasn't belly laughing only a few minutes ago.

unfortunately, or fortunately in his case, he grows impossibly hard at the thought of someone hearing you guys- his pride and ego stroked thinking of an accidental visitor learning how healthy his sex life is, poor thomas has to do damage control fairly often to keep his reputation in good light.

caleb ! has a filthy, rotten mouth when he's caught in such an act. not really in a humiliation sense but more in that he swears like a sailor- each sentence broken or seperated by various profanities as he bigs his game up to egg you one. he won't admit it ever but his wordy displays are defenitely not rhetorical. he needs, and wants, you to let him know that he's doing you well.

"fuck baby, you lik- fuck, you like that dont you?", he'd hum into your ear, sweaty foreheads pressing together in an attempt to be as close to you as humanly possible- each question laced with a sweet pet name.

this boy has a unhealthy addiction to the sound of skin on skin, heavy plat plat plats ricochetting of the walls in a steady hyponitc rhythm that knocks all remaning sanity out of his head and into his dick. he’d drive into you for hours after he’s slipped into exhaustin just to hear the way it becomes messier, stickier- wetter as he annouces his orgasm to you.

jeremiah ! desperately tries to keep himself as quite as possible, shyness seeping into his bones when a stray moans slips from behind his lips- a soft note from the back of his throat that makes his ears flush a painful, deep red and his lip catch between his teeth until the skin breaks and theres a metalic tinge to his delicate kisses.

would have the tendancy to be higher pitched when he's in the bedroom, somewhat squeaky in his efforts to keep a lid on his excitement and would just about explode at the sound of your voice carrying him toward a sweet release- air coming out in hurried pants as his shoulders start to shake, stomach convulsing in waves with each desperate attemp to fill his chest and focus his mind.

"atta boy miah", he ascendes. literally. minimal contact with the mattress when his being raises in an attempt to escape you and get closer at the same time.

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skynapple · 2 months

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Jeremiah | Lightseeker

#NEVER FORGET he's insanely talented #and is really only second to MC and Xavier #and held the position as her second in command for like two centuries #I HAVE A lot OF EMOTIONS #lnds jeremiah #love and deepspace #love and deepspace jeremiah #jeremiah love and deepspace #lnd jeremiah #l&ds jeremiah #lads jeremiah #my art #madi plays lnds #OK BUT I SPENT 2 HOURS ON THIS

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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 28 days

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≡;-꒰ 𝐋&𝐃𝐒 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 (𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕)

╰┈➤ ❝ headcanon series | l&ds boys + side characters | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

general tags : afab!reader, vaginal sex, foreplay, dirty talk, cursing, variety of kinks, aftercare, etc. (template here for your reference!)

an : more self-indulgence from yours truly, ft. extra characters i don't usually write ! (aka the extent of roxie's love for side characters...) (also i'd need more than 30 tags to include all their names help)

nsfw a-z headcanons with the love and deepspace cast 🤍 [1/7 done!]

ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ ᰔ : link

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ᰔ : link

ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ ᰔ : link

ᴊᴇʀᴇᴍɪᴀʜ ᰔ : link

ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ ᰔ : link

ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ ᰔ : link

ᴊᴇɴɴᴀ ᰔ : link

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nobodys-saviour · 3 months

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the l&ds character notes names and their cn equivalents

Tara = Taotao

Jenna = Jiang Nan

Yvonne = Xiao Yuan

Caleb = Xia Yizhou

Nero = Chen Xian

Thomas = Tang Zhili

Talia = Tan Ling

Flux Nexus = Yinli Mao (Gravity Anchor)

Josephine = Zhang Su

Greyson = Guan Xuan

Dr Noah = (Head) Doctor Fang

(bonus Pie = Liu Bing, literally six cakes. i love this little guy)

Aether Core = Yitai Xin He (also Aether Core)

Jeremiah = Qiu Noah

Sylus = Qin Che

#if any cn players are there pls tell me if i got any wrong!!#love and deepspace #edit 1: dean fang to head doctor fang #for accuracy purposes

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taraandtarot · 18 days

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Hiya!

This is a Gimmick Blog for Tara from the mobile otome game Love and Deepspace. As such, I have no professional association with Papergames, INFOLD PTE LTD., or the game itself. This is just for fun!

Asks are currently open, and Mun is over 21, so NSFW is acceptable but will be tagged accordingly. As such, this makes this blog 18+, so do not follow or interact if you are a minor.

All asked will be answered in character as Tara unless specified otherwise. I have the right to delete any ask, for any reason, without disclosing why. Please be respectful of Mun as a person and Tara as a character.

In Character Dialogue with either be in solid pink or in a gradient depending on what device Mun is currently using (because formatting is hard, aha).

While you’re here, please check out the other gimmick blogs for our beloved L&DS characters!

Xavier’s Blog -> @xavier-starlight

Rafayel's Blog -> @rafayel-fishie 🌊

Zayne's Blog -> @zayne-snowman ❄️

Jeremiah's Blog -> @jeremiahofphilo 🌷

Thomas's Blog -> @thomasicism 🗒

Astra's Blog -> @sasstras-gaze 💎

MC's Blog -> @aethercodeevol ❤️‍🩹

Captain Jenna’s Blog -> @unicorns-captain 👩‍✈️🩷

Anon Icons Currently Taken: [💌, 🦴, 🥑, 🌷, 📚, 🦅, 🐸]

#l&ds gimmick blog #l&ds rp #love and deepspace rp #The Fortune Teller ;; (Mun Tag)

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skynapple · 29 days

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Budding Romance | Ch. 22

Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers | Themes: angst, guilt, fluff

warnings: none

Multi-chapter | A03 link

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"Tulips." Jeremiah is a mess, but shares the meaning of tulips.

She ended up staying most of the day, sleeping a little longer and then leaving to change and eat at her own home, returning later with the key he’d given her to work in the back. It was almost that she fit naturally there, amongst the florals in the back, seated at his desk, working on her own things, or at least that’s what he thought. A few times he glanced over at her screen, smirking a little that it very much appeared that she was online shopping.

When he wasn’t busy, she perused the shop, making small conversation with him. She was as talkative as ever, about her work, about things she was into, asking questions on what he was working on.

“I’m not distracting you, am I?” She asked at some point.

“No,” he said softly, smiling as he pruned some leaves on a large bouquet.

I want to know everything about who you are. I want to know everything.

As she continued, he couldn’t help but wonder what her and Xavier ever talked about. If he knew all these things about her already, if she hung around him so often, if she ever whined at him when she wanted something or if he was used to her dramatics. It almost felt like he was seeing things that he wasn’t supposed to. At the same time, he greedily was grateful for it, knowing it couldn’t possibly last.

When he realized she intended to stay all day, he managed to convince her to go make a reservation for them in the afternoon instead of waiting around for him to finish closing and cleaning up. She agreed and left, giving him time to hurry through the tasks and head to one of the rooms in the back that he kept a spare change of clothes. Taking note that he looked like he worked all day, suddenly upset that his hair didn’t look right, and that he didn’t have time to do anything about it.

Nevertheless, he met her at the restaurant, sliding into the booth across her, on time. She was smiling in a way that he’d gotten used –addicted even– to seeing. They talked more, laughing and eating together. It felt like fresh air. It felt like stepping barefoot into the ocean for the first time on a hot day, a starkly crisp but wonderful feeling.

“I’ve never asked you,” she said shyly, poking at the food on her plate while all he could do was stare. “What’s your favorite flower?” Although his favorite flowers did not exist on earth, he knew what he usually answered when asked the question, and it was often given his occupation.

“Tulips.” He shrugged. When she questioned it he smiled. “Oh you know. Love, happiness, springtime, that kind of thing. After growing them for a while, I think it’s a cute shape. But you know what? A lot of people like seeing them closed but my favorite thing is - if you give them enough care, they open up so beautifully.”

By the end of the night, he felt bubbly. It was the most time he’d spent with her, he thought, in all of his life. She was swinging his hand, he couldn’t remember when she’d grabbed it, and singing one of the restaurant songs, a little off key. It was a better bliss than anything he’d ever felt in his life.

She nearly tripped in her heels on the sidewalk and he caught her, laughing. There was a whine in her voice as she chided him for doing so, but he didn’t let go, didn’t want to. The streetlights cast a warm glow on her features, creating dancing shadows from her eyelashes, and he could feel her sliding her hand against his chest. He wasn’t sure what possessed him in that moment, a singular thought as she had her arm around his waist now.

If only.

Her hand slid up around his neck.

If only…

He lowered his head and she rose a little higher.

If only you loved me instead. I wish you loved me the way you loved him.

Warmth reached his lips and he felt his whole being melt into her, moving slowly against her, feeling the way she pressed into him. It wasn’t enough. He slid both hands against her waist, chest burning at the sensation of the kiss, deepening it as he turned his head. Hearing her soft moan as he did, making the ache in his center worse. Her fingers wrangled through the hair on the back of his head, giving him chills. It became a dizzying blur, heart pounding into his head, drowning out any reason, all he could feel was her, all he could think was her, all he wanted was her, all that mattered was her in his hands.

When they broke, breathless, he could see her smiling against him, only observing him for a second before leaning forward again to kiss the corner of his mouth, making him move to complete it, wondering if it wasn’t enough for her either. Suddenly he understood, feeling how much she wanted this, wanted him. How long? Since when?

"'Miah." She breathed against his lips.

No, please don't do this to me. Please not like that.

He pulled away from their blissful passion, taking her in. It would only last a moment before felt cold dread set it, along with shame, knowing the this time, he went too far.

How did this happen?

For the first time in a long time, maybe ever, Jeremiah wanted to be selfish. Guilt wrestling with desire. He pressed his cheek against hers, holding tightly to her, vaguely keeping an eye on the quiet nighttime surroundings. He wondered if she could feel the incessant beating of his heart, she wondered if it was loud enough for her to hear.

“I had a great night, ‘Miah.” She said softly against him.

No, no, no, no. What have I done?

To avoid startling her, he pressed his forehead to hers, begging all the gods he believed in to let him have her for just one more moment. Seeming to pick up on something wrong, she pulled away, ducking her head to see his expression.

“Everything ok?” She asked, concern ridden in her eyes.

Jeremiah felt his stomach turn at the reality of it all setting in. “I can’t… we can’t do this.”

Her eyebrows furrowed but she did not release him from her grasp. “What are you talking about?”

Swallowing hard, he averted his gaze from hers. “…Xavier.”

“What?”

“I’m so… I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to get in the way. I’m so…”

Attempting to soothe him, she ran a hand through his hair again and shushed him. “Wait. Wait, Jer… Shh, look at me. Jer?” Her finger drew up to his chin, guiding him toward her, the gentle action being the only reason he was able to face her again.

“Jer, wait, there wasn’t ever anything going on between me and Xavier. How could you think that?”

Jeremiah played her words on repeat over and over.

She did not hold affection for Xavier in that way, at least not in this world. That much, now, was clear. At first he questioned if she had back then too, but quickly disregarded. Back then, he was sure they lived and breathed for each other.

So what had changed?

Guilt swirled in his mind. Was this somehow his fault? Was it Xavier's for not encouraging it more? Was he too distant with her?

To him, Xavier had always been too distant both physically and emotionally with her. In the past, it was one of the reasons he had somehow become the middle person. He wondered for a moment if he didn't encourage her in Xavier's direction enough. Then again, in the past she never needed his help too much, and in the past if she did ask for help, any of his surefire ways to spur Xavier into action had always worked. Why were things backfiring?

It occurred to him that the woman he'd known had an entirely different upbringing. She was born with a purpose, quite literally to always be at Xavier's side. This version of her... hadn't.

She had close family members that she'd grown up with, in stark contrast to her alternate self. This version of her had her own self accomplished hopes, dreams, goals, hobbies, habits, and was brilliantly independent. Could he have seen the woman he knew back then devising a plan to beat a video game that served absolutely no purpose to her real life? No, probably not, not when it either didn't have to do with the man she adored or didn't serve purpose to being a Grandis Knight. And yet... it was still the same determination and grit she always had, just applied differently. He had always loved seeing it.

He had never, ever considered the possibility that a world could exist where she loved anyone else, where her gaze wasn't looking outward towards the stars, waiting for someone else. Here, this brand new individual, with brand new thoughts, and brand new devotion, brand new livelihood... was a version that did not love Xavier with every fiber of her being.

And he had no idea what do with that.

She spoke, interrupting his raging thoughts. “Why did you think there was something going on?” When he didn’t respond, she shifted even closer against him, as if she even could. “Jeremiah…does he…?”

He took a breath. "You... don't like him? At all?”

“No! I never did. I'm so sorry you thought so.” At that, she huffed a sigh and flicked his cheek lightly, the sensation making him snap out of the glazed look that had befallen him. “Dummy.” She said.

At that he looked up at her, looking stunned, but taking in the way she was looking at him. It was the way she always looked at him before.

He couldn’t say what he really wanted to. Silently he gave a slow nod, not able to verbalize anything coherent in that moment.

I can’t take you away from him. He needs you.

“Jer, look at me.” At that she broke away from him, letting a hand linger on her upper arm. Now, he observed, she looked a little upset. Rightly so.

“Were you just…were you just trying to get me and him together? Did you even care?”

“No! God, no.” He said quickly, not liking the weakness in his voice. It was half true, at first, but he needed her to know that that’s not what this was. “Of course I care.”

“Then!” It was almost like she pouted, but she still looked compassionate. “You can’t make people feel what they don’t feel. He has to know that. Besides, he’s never given me a proper confession. What matters is what you feel.” Now she seemed nervous, but in her tone was the same guiding strength that made her such a great leader in the first place. “What do you want?”

"You don't... you don't understand." He set his hands on her arms, trembling, emotions threatening to spill.

“Fine.” She frowned, the hurt in her voice spilling through. “Don’t tell me.” She started to walk away from him, tearing him apart inside.

I shouldn't. I shouldn't. I shouldn't.

"You don't know what you do to me.” He said after her, attempting to catch up. When she didn’t look his direction, he felt the sting of tears in his eyes, but he would not let them fall. He took a few broad steps and caught hold of her arm, calling her name as he did.

This is wrong.

“I am so... I'm so in love with you."

That answer was enough for her. "I am too."

The answer created knots in his stomach as she embraced him again. It rang in his mind though, and he couldn't help but start to smile, against his will, against all his better judgement. For now, he reasoned not to make her sad, wanting to enjoy her a little longer, wanting her to be his a little longer.

Gingerly, he stepped away, taking her hand in up to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. They were a little dry in texture from all the work in her profession. “I’m sorry I just. I thought you…”

She shook her head. “No, Jer. No. It’ll be ok. I’ll talk to him-"

Now he shook his head, the dread setting in again and he patted her hand. “I’ll worry about that. Let’s get you home.”

—

This time he walked her inside. He didn’t mean to stay, knew that he couldn’t. But she pulled him in, tugging at his jacket to pull him into her as the door closed behind them. It felt magnetizing.

He could just as well sense her desire as she looked at him, drawing closer. He had never felt so weak against her whiles before. In the stillness and darkness of her living room, he kissed her again, telling her goodnight as he did. It felt like a mistake. For all of her long-held desire, she wouldn't let him go.

Vaguely he could feel her hands on his chest, then where they moved to hold him tighter, then it was a sensation of her hands in his hair again, almost tugging at him, whispering his name in bated breaths between her kisses. He repeated her name back to her in reverence. The jacket he wore became like a prison and he ripped it off, giving him more ability to hold her. She mischievously used the opportunity to accidentally brush her fingers against his skin from where his shirt lifted up. The candle inside him that had threatened to blow out was set ablaze.

When neither could breathe again, they broke, and he rested against her, not able to remember how they'd made their way to the couch. Not wanting to move, he had stayed put, and found himself tangled in her, her hands everywhere on him with strength and passion. It was mesmerizing, mind numbing passion. She felt so good. Indulging himself in her touch felt like scratching an itch, a deep itch on something he definitely was forbidden to scratch. Still, he managed to hold himself back, fearing they were teetering on the edge of crossing another line.

Long past midnight, he awoke, still on her couch, feeling the weight and warmth of her head against his chest. She had rolled over and wrapped herself around him in her sleep.

As he was contemplating how to maneuver himself out of her grasp, he felt the hum of her voice against his chest and though nothing much was comprehensible, he did hear one thing:

‘Miah.

The sensation of warmth and familiarity coursed through him. When he'd known her before, they never used nicknames. It was somewhat a respect thing, somewhat a culture thing. He realized he had never had a personal nickname for or from her before. He wondered if now, he could.

It was undeniable. As she murmured his name in her sleep again, arms wrapped around his waist, all the rushing thoughts from earlier settled into place.

He knew a few things now.

One, that whatever world they were in, or whatever version of her this was, somehow she ended up not being romantically interested in Xavier. At least, not yet. Not now.

Two, he knew what this was between them.

He felt his arms lift up around her, holding her, pressing his lips to the top of her head, taking in the scent of her.

He just didn't know when it started, or for how long he'd felt this way about her. He wondered if it started centuries ago. Maybe it had, but so deeply buried that it just was never a consideration in his mind. Out of respect, he'd kept a safe distance.

I love her.

As it stood, he had two options. He could be the honorable man and leave, and maybe give her the room to fall for Xavier because he considered that maybe they just hadn't had enough time. Or...

He felt his fingers dance through the stray strands of her hair.

I love her so much.

Swallowing hard, he began to move her off him delicately, trying to think of how best to quietly leave. Then he felt her strong arms clamp back down around him.

"No..." She moaned, much like a little kid.

"Sorry. I didn't want to wake you up,” He whispered.

"Don't leave."

He felt a lump gather in his throat. The ache in his chest was growing and growing.

He drew in a shaky breath. "I can't stay."

She nuzzled her head into his shoulder. “Mmph…’Miah…Please.”

He felt his whole being melt, caressing her close to him now, giving in and burrowing his head against hers. "Why do you do this to me?"

"Because." She responded, although barely awake.

He hummed in response against her. He had never once considered himself a weak man. But tonight, the entirety of the evening up to then, he had never felt so weak to her desires.

After a moment more of breathing her in, he attempted to get up again.

"Nooo." She whined as he tore himself from her, and he felt his insides knit together. He wanted to crash back into her.

"I have to go..."

She didn't look all that more awake, but he could feel her gaze on him in the dark.

“Please.” It sounded curt. It killed him inside.

He hesitated, not wanting to pull away from her. “I have to go.”

Grumbling, she moved enough for him to get off the couch, but shifted to face away from him after. The action told him she was upset about it, and it made him adore her even more.

He leaned over, kissing her temple gently. “Goodnight, tulip.”

“Mmmph…” She moaned with an upset tone, but when she turned to face him, in the dark he could see the flash of a smile as she muttered against the couch. “Night.”

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