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cw: incest + somnophilia + (forced) anal + minor mention of piss and drugging
part one here
It's been a few weeks since you unknowingly gave your virginity to your uncle Sukuna, and you've kept sleeping with him ever since.
You didn't know it was him the first time (or so you tell yourself) but now you have no grounds for doubt. You've spent enough of the time he's been on top of you mapping out the structure of his face to start seeing the similarities between you and him. The genetic tie that makes this oh so wrong.
And you feel disgusting doing it, crawling back to the man who deceived and deflowered you, but you've quickly learnt to crave the way he treats you — like he's familiar with you already. He's mean and dominant, but when he folds your body into impossible positions to take him deeper, it feels parental. Like how your father would adjust your grip when he tried to teach you how to golf.
Would he disown you for what you're doing? Laying down for his brother — your uncle — and learning to like the nausea that pits in your stomach when he cums inside? The risk, however miniscule with the pill he forces down your throat in his shitty attempt at aftercare, is still there. You're sure he'd just keel over if his baby girl came home knocked up with her felon uncle in tow.
Sukuna likes the thought. What's yours is mine, he'd always told his brother. And what isn't, will be.
Your dad has been texting more now that you're on break for the Summer. Usually you'd be at home on his couch by now, reminding your poor father that he'll always have an extra mouth to feed as long as you have a key, but you haven't been home yet. And of course that worries him; he's your dad, and there are some scary people out there.
Scary like Sukuna, who likes to make a game out of your discomfort when it comes to this... relationship of yours.
He'll tease you, threaten to get in touch with your dad and let him know he's out of prison and found a pretty girl to keep him in line. Maybe he'll pretend to repent for the lives he's taken, shoulder his brother's moral dues for forgiveness and weave his way back into family dinners. Maybe he'll come over, greet you as your estranged uncle, and then sneak up to your childhood bedroom at night to fuck you on top of the sheets you'd hide under when you had nightmares about your fabled uncle as a kid.
"He's spent my whole life telling me you're a bad man," you tell him one evening, hiked up onto his cold kitchen counter as he stands between your legs. "He'd never let you near me."
He just rolls his eyes. Perhaps his protections worked when you were a kid and skinned your knee, or a teenager made to chew up the cigarette he caught you smoking, but you're an adult now. Daddy can't protect you forever.
"If you were mine," he says, taking your chin between his fingers and lifting your gaze to his. "I'd lock you up, chain you to the radiator and spank your ass raw for even thinking about leaving."
If you were his. You blink, suddenly wet, and force down the nonplussed look on your face. "And if I did? Escape, I mean."
Your uncle leans down, presses an uncharacteristically soft kiss to your still lips, and then traces the flat of his tongue up your cheek to your ear like a dog. "Then I'd break your ankles, make you stand on them while I fuck your ass."
Something instinctive tells you he's not joking. If he had the means, the whim, he would. "Well you're not my dad," you exhale.
He pulls back, his eyes dead serious as one hand trails down and slips beneath the waistband of your shorts. He finds you hot and wet at his fingertips, and leans forward to ghost his lips against yours again.
"I can be, if you ask nicely."
That night, you learn the difference between calling a man 'daddy' in bed, and calling him 'dad'. Sukuna learns he might be jealous of that bitch of a brother he has, and how he's taken you and your sweet lips for granted for so long.
When he's done, and you're bruised and fucked-full, Sukuna doesn't let you up from the bed. By now you'd be dressed, watching your uncle with needy eyes as he lights a cigarette and tells you to come back when you want a good fuck again. But he keeps you, wraps his strong arms around your waist and scoffs at how fast you fall asleep. You weren't feeling too hot anyway.
This is becoming more than just sex.
Too bad he has to go and ruin it. You wake up hours later, laid out on your back with your legs spread wide and your uncle slotted between them. He's slapping your cheek lightly, waking you up to greet him in the early hours.
You notice a few things. First, he has your phone in hand, and he's calling someone. Your eyes are still blurred with sleep, and you blink them desperately to see who he's calling, but a second sensation stalls your mind.
His cock, rock hard and as imposing as ever, is pressed against your ass. The tip notches against your hole in threat, and as you panic and try to shift up the bed, he presses down nice and hard on your stomach. You've never... he's never tried it before. And he's Sukuna — of course you expected him to push for anal one of these days, but you thought you'd have a moment to prepare.
It doesn't help your plight that you're soaking wet, your cunt drools down onto his cock in want. There's a heated soreness inside that makes you wonder if he's already fucked you full — but you'd wake up if he did that, right?
Must be left over from last night.
You take a moment to breathe, and he grants you that, but then jerks his chin to the still-ringing phone. "It's your dad."
What? You jerk up to grab the phone, but with his hand pressing down on your stomach, you have no chance. "Give it to me."
"Shut the fuck up," he exhales, pushing his hips forward a little to press the head of his cock a fraction further against your ass. "I was texting him earlier from your phone. Don't think I sound much like you. Kept asking if you were drunk. He's strict."
"Yeah, he is," you sigh. "Please hang up."
"Didn't get told 'no' enough growing up, did you?" He rolls his eyes, moving his hand from your stomach to your wrists to hold them together as he rests your phone on your chest. "He'll be sleeping. You're going to leave a voicemail and tell him why you haven't been home — if you don't, I fuck your ass."
You wish you weren't so conflicted. You don't want it, obviously — which is what makes it a good threat — but there's a small part of you that's curious how he'd feel. You've heard it hurts, and your uncle doesn't know what gentle means.
The phone stops calling, and on clicks your father's voice. It's a plain voicemail, leave a message and I'll get back to you, but listening to his voice whilst his brother notches his cock at your asshole is... sickening.
You feel like throwing up, and almost do when you hear the message tone and Sukuna pushes forward a little. He's not inside, but you can feel him there — it wouldn't be hard for him to push past your muscle's resistance.
"Hey dad," you panic, staring your uncle in the eyes as you speak. It's almost like you're addressing him — you know he likes the name on your tongue. "I know it's late, but I..."
You trail off. Why would you be calling him at god-knows how late just to tell him you're spoken for? Maybe you're still asleep, and your dreams are just getting weird because your life is as well.
But when you hesitate, Sukuna's hips push forward. It's agonisingly slow, his entrance, which you think might be worse than if he were to just... fuck himself into you. You gasp as he pushes just the tip in, your ass burning at even that stretch and clenching around him in rejection.
Or need. You aren't sure.
'Keep going', he mouths, motioning with his hips in threat of more. You must look stupid, folded beneath him and on the verge of tears as you leave your real dad a voice message.
"I wanted to say sorry for not being in touch," you babble, a little mindless now. "I've just been so busy and — and um..."
A little deeper. Your lungs empty of their own volition, forcing you to splutter for breath. "AndImetsomeone," you blurt, panicked. "I met someone. He's... nice."
Sukuna snorts loud enough to be heard, his eyes sharp. He looks offended by your lie, so much so that he decides to show you just how wrong you are. With a sadistic tilt of his head, your uncle pushes himself forward and forces his weighty cock completely inside of you.
Well, he never said he wouldn't fuck your ass if you did as he asked.
Your vision floods white. The pain is there, of course — you feel like you're made completely of sewn partitions all threatening to rip at the seams — but it isn't as world-ending as you thought it'd be. The tears in your eyes say otherwise, but there's a sick part of you that likes just how much of your body has now been explored by the pink-haired, tattooed man on top of you.
So you start singing his praises, make him seethe with your kindness.
"He's sweet," you manage your words, though they're shaky and unsure. "Takes me on dates, buys me flowers, holds the door open. He's..." you choke a little, "... a gentleman."
Sukuna's shoulders are shaking, but with rage or laughter you aren't sure. He's smiling, but his eyes are murderous. He pulls almost completely out of you, which feels weirder than it feels painful, and then snaps inside again.
Holy fuck. You have to bite down on your tongue to stifle the sounds you want to make. Tears stream down your face as you sniffle, trying to mask all tones of pain and pleasure from your voice as you go on.
"I really like him."
Sukuna slows the roll of his hips a little, leans down, and licks at your lips. He doesn't kiss you often, he's got more of a penchant for licking you like a dog would — marking his territory, or whatever. He's so animalistic in his ways that you aren't sure you'd be surprised if he pissed inside of you one of these days to seal the deal.
And you find yourself grinding your hips up to meet his at the thought. You're going to hell one day, you're sure of it, but at least you'll have some sickening regrets to justify such an end-destination.
And he'll be right there with you.
"I just wanted you to know," you speak to your phone. "I, um, wanna stay here a bit longer. Spend... spend time with him. I'll come visit before the Summer is up, though. I miss you, and I love you a lot... okay, bye."
With a snarling grin, your uncle finally releases his bruising grip on your wrists, watching hungrily as you scramble to grab the phone on your chest and press the red 'end call' button.
"I love you a lot," Sukuna taunts you, quickening his pace inside of you. You thank the gods that you were wet enough to soak his cock first, otherwise his movements might not be so easy. "You love him more than me?"
"I..." god, your head is spinning. You feel like you've been fucked stupid. "I don't love you. I hardly know you."
Another mean thrust inside, and Sukuna is folding over on top of you to press his chest against yours. His face is so close that you can feel each exhalation through his nose as he growls, "that's no way to talk to your uncle, brat. 'Course you know me — we've got the same blood."
You don't need to be reminded. You see it every time you look at him now, and you hate yourself for not hating it. He's more you than anyone else ever will be. You aren't sure you could fuck another person knowing they aren't a part of you like Sukuna is.
Still, you don't know him. Not really — you don't even know why he was in prison your entire life.
"Have you killed people?" You blurt, for some deranged reason beyond your own comprehension.
"Don't ask stupid questions," is his answer. He doesn't seem affected — if anything, he was more offended that you called him nice. "You take my cock well here. Maybe I should just use this hole."
You grimace. He feels good like this, you're quickly forgetting about the pulling pressure of his cock in your ass, but you're also becoming increasingly aware of just how empty your cunt feels now. You've gotten spoilt, used to the way he fills you up.
"Thought you'd make it hurt more," you admit. "I... god, I could come like this."
"You don't deserve to come like this," he replies, snapping his hips forward as he chases his own release, racing you to the end. He wins, of course, and with a shuddering exhale, pumps rope after rope of his hot cum inside of your ass. "You came twice already while I stretched you out on my fingers. I'll make it hurt when you really piss me off."
Your eyes widen. How long had he been playing with you before he woke you up? Was he texting your dad and prepping you at the same time?
His hips still inside of you, denying you any more friction to accompany your building orgasm. You frown as it fades away, but your uncle delivers a few sharp smacks to your aching pussy in warning not to beg or argue.
When he pulls out, globs of his cum follow. The sheets beneath you will need to be changed, but knowing your uncle; he'll make you sleep in the mess you've made first. It's the little acts of degradation that add up, make you remember just what you are when you're beneath him.
You're sore. So sore, in fact, that you're not loving the prospect of doing this again. You aren't sure the pleasure is worth the searing pain in your ass.
You sniffle, wipe at your burning nose. "Did I really come twice?"
Like clockwork, your uncle grabs his pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the floor beside the mattress and lights up. He takes a long, deep drag of his cig, and then shakes his head on the exhale, blowing his smoke right at you. Your hair is going to stink come morning.
"Told you not to ask stupid questions," he chides, speaking through the side of his mouth. "You cried like a baby, tried to kick me off even in your sleep. Was surprised you didn't wake up, guess the pills I slipped you in that beer did their job."
dad!kento knows you’re nervous about losing your virginity on your wedding night. after all, he was the one to drill it into you that your purity should be upheld… that no man is worthy of touching his precious baby unless he’s willing to marry you to do it.
so he does you a favor and takes it himself the night before. fucks you nice and slow in your wedding dress as a practice run, you’ll enjoy your husband more if you take a bigger cock first, right? just hopefully you don’t moan ‘dad’ for your husband-to-be like you are for kento… :/
god i’m obsessed with ur writing.. big bro gumi and cockwarming pretty please
only because you said pretty please
warning —> nsfw :: incest
it's a loophole. it's not sex if you aren't moving, it's not wrong if you're not moving. so your big brother megumi has his cock nestled deep in your velvet walls. and he's biting dents into his bottom lip to stop himself from thrusting his hips up and bullying our g-spot into orgasm. but he's doing well, staying nice and still as you sit with your arms wrapped around his neck.
he loves taking care of you like this. filling you up when you complain about feeling so empty. he tells you, of course, that you can't go further than this: that would be wrong, incestous, crossing a line.
but it's okay if you get yourself off. because that's just masturbating, so you're allowed to rub circles over your sensitive clit while he's so deep inside of you that you're having trouble remembering to breathe. and megumi getting off on the way your pussy clenches and contracts around his cock isn't wrong because neither of you can stop that from happening.
and the both of you getting so overstimulated that you happen to orgasm at the same time is just a consequence of a loophole that technically isn't breaking any rules. you, cuming hard around his pulsing cock, and him: cumming ropes deep inside of you because pulling out means moving and breaking what is deemed 'okay'.
so megumi makes it casual. he needs to study? you need to sit on his lap and keep his cock warm so that he can focus. it's not like he can be productive when you're anywhere but wrapped around his dick.
you want to watch a movie? let him lay behind you on the couch and push inside of you: he'll try super hard to keep still, but he can't promise he'll remember a single thing about the movie after.
you're feeling so needy that you just have to keep your mouth busy too? well, he supposes kissing is fine. family members kiss each other all the time. sure, maybe not on the lips, with his tongue practically shoving itself down your throat to try and taste all he can, but gumi doesn't have the time nor patience for semantics.
not when he's got to be a good big brother and keep you feeling nice and full.
toji and megumi are competitive men, but they've got this feigned nonchalant act down good, so you're oblivious to the little competition between your brother and dad. in fact, you're the one that thinks you're sneaking around behind their backs!
but they see it. like when you're up late playing video games with megumi and side-by-side concentration on the TV somehow turns into you on your brothers lap, fingers running through his spiky hair, lips sucking his own into your mouth as his hard cock grinds against your barely clothed pussy. you're trying so hard to keep your voice down and avoid alerting your dad to what you're doing... but megumi is pulling your pyjama shorts to the side and rubbing your clit hard and fast and in such a mean way you can't help but be loud.
"megs... stop... dad will hear us," you're whining, grabbing at his wrist as if you have the strength to stop him.
"he won't," megumi lies through his teeth, quickly tugging his own plaid pyjama pants down to expose his cock. your brother lines himself up with your heat and thrusts upwards, almost giving away his smile as you yelp at the intrusion and follow your surprise with a bitten moan.
he fucks you like it's not wrong. like megumi is just your boyfriend, not your brother, and you're nothing more than two college kids with crazy sex drives and a penchant for reckless sex. pawing at your tits through your pyjama top, he lets himself forget for a second that your father is probably rock hard in the next room—that he's ducking in to leave bite marks on your neck that you'll chide him for later just so that toji can see them and know his son's laid claim to you.
and once you've cum twice on his cock and he can't hold on any longer, he pulls out to shoot ropes all over your pretty pussy. he smears it all over your clit with his thumb, which sends electric shock up your spine, and then with a deep kiss to your lips, he kicks you out of his room.
typical brother, you think, always wanting his space. little do you know that megs is sending you out because he knows your dad is waiting in the next room with an awful smile and a cock that is a lot more punishing than his. he knows you're going to fuck toji, and that he'll see the indents of his teeth on your neck, and the mess of cum he's left over your pussy...
but maybe megumi would be a little more hesitant if he knew that the reason toji never leaves you this messy for him is because you let daddy cum inside.
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bro!megumi has his best friend yuuji over to spend the night and tells you explicitly not to bother the both of them. such a grumpy brother :/
so of course you go and bother them, just to find the two of them looking through old porno magazines yuuji had brought over. they're both obviously hard and too weird about each other to do anything about it...
so you do your due diligence as Sister Of The Year and show your brother and his friend what real bonding is. though you don't think they'll ever speak of this again: both taking turns fucking your mouth full while they make out with each other.
they especially won't talk about the weird three-way kiss you shared after both of them came all over your pretty face. letting your brother and his best friend lick each other's cum from your lips wasn't on your bingo card for the year.
thinking about big brother!sukuna who catches you at a party with another boy. you're used to his temper by this point, no longer surprised when he grabs you by the arm and pulls you away.
he ignores you as you shout at him, tugging and fighting for him to let you go because “you're an adult now.” you don't need him watching over you anymore. but he just drags you along until you're alone together, tucked away near the side of the house.
you're all too aware of the fact that if anyone came outside they’d see you trapped between the wall and sukuna's broad chest. your hands cling to his biceps as he forces a hand between your thighs, two thick fingers prodding at your embarrassingly wet panties.
tears prick your eyes as you scramble to get away when you hear footsteps approaching, panic coursing through you at the realization that someone is outside.
but relief hits when you see the familiar outline of your big brother!yuji making his way toward you.
yuji was always sweet. he was always comforting, protecting you when sukuna was mean and making you cry. you expected him to do the same for you now, saving you from sukuna’s cruel punishment.
you never expected that big brother!yuji would've been the one who encouraged sukuna to do this in the first place.
guess you didn't know just how much yuji loves you!
he cares about you so much that he’s only willing to share you with his twin brother.
big brother kuna telling you it doesn’t count if he puts it in your ass :/ who are u to argue with that logic i guess
so he spends half an hour eating your ass and stretching you out on his fingers, laughing at you and calling you a ‘fucking baby’ when you squirm at the stretch
you’re just too eager to prove yourself to him as something more than his fragile little sister!! so you tell him you’re squirming bc he’s boring you already & he just smiles at that because you have no idea how much you’ll wish you didn’t say that.
now he’s prone on top of you, his chest pressed heavily against your back as he thrusts in and out of your ass real fast and mean, letting your sniffles and apologies get muffled by the blankets you’re pressed into :((
biting at ur ear, growling praise and degradation about how you feel so fucking good, it’s a shame you’re enough of a whore to be willing to give your ass up to your brother. maybe if you weren’t such a fucking brat all the time, he’d wedge a hand between you and the bed and rub at your sore clit. but you can take him like this if you insist on being so mouthy :/
cw:: incest!! codependent siblings. modern human au
your big brother! gyutaro did everything to keep a roof over your heads. he worked back to back jobs, all so he could pay the rent, your tuition, and he'd still try to find time to help you study for classes.
one night in the pouring rain, you two were walking down the street and a large man aggressively bumped into you two— knocking you and your umbrella down to the ground. :(
"h-hey! watch it!" gyutaro shouted and turned immediately to push the man against the wall with one arm, lifting him by the neck. "you hurt my sister. apologize to her!"
the man screamed in fear, surprised by gyutaro's strength. "alright, alright man, fuck! im fuckin' s-sorry!" he quickly spat out. the man blinked quickly, shaking his head. "let me go, you ugly fucking freak!"
gyutaro rolled his eyes throwing the man at least ten feet away from you on the sidewalk. he immediately kneels down to you, helping you back up. he pats your head, like he always does, checking to make sure you're okay.
"thanks taro" you brush some straggling hair behind his ear. "don't listen to him, fuck that guy." you rope your arm through his, umbrella in your free hand, continuing your walk home.
even being covered for most of the walk, that earlier tumble you took, got your clothes completely soaked.
it didn't help that your shitty apartment had a leak and there was a slowly forming puddle in the middle of the living room by the time you arrived. you turn on your tiny television, hoping that would distract gyutaro from his current bad mood.
gyutaro slides a bucket underneath the leak. "i'm going to get us out of here one day, i promise y/n" he grumbles, not expecting you to hear him.
"i know," you murmur back. you walk over to him to wrap your arms around him. "i know, you do so much for us — thank you." from the bottom of your heart, you absolutely meant it. he worked constantly to protect you and make sure you were safe.
even when you offered to drop out of school and get a job to help out, he refused, arguing that your education was more important and that he could handle whatever came your guy's way.
and even now, years later when all you have is each other, he's kept his word. sacrificing everything because as long as you can remember, it's always been just you two. and that's truly beautiful.
"you're not ugly," you say nuzzling into his neck.
"w-what!?" he steps back, shocked you would even say that. you were the one known for your beauty, not him. he was just the ugly older sibling, tasked with caring for you.
"what that guy said earlier..." you pull back, really wanting to look at his face. "you're not ugly taro. i think you're beautiful."
he shakes his head, still in disbelief. "you don't have to say that," he gives you a crooked smile and pats your head. but before he can continue you interrupt him.
"i mean it!" you say louder (surely the neighbors could hear through these thin walls). "you take care of me, protect me, feed me, love me. what could be more beautiful than that?" you reason.
he tries to back away towards the couch, still shaking his head.
"i'll prove it to you," you challenge him, following him forward. you chase until he's backed into the couch before you just throw your lips onto his. you kiss him, just like you always have, except it's filled with all the appreciation and love you've never been able to show before.
he's frozen in stupor, unable to believe his own little sister is kissing him so romantically.
"does that prove it?" you ask with a smile.
the sudden breeze dawns on you that you're both still pretty wet from the rain. you sneeze and shiver, the cold settling in your bones. he touches your forehead quickly checking your temperature.
"w-wouldn't want you to get sick," he says casually but you can still see a faint blush tinge his cheeks.
a sudden naughty idea pops into your brain. if the cold clothes are bad then why not just change right here? he used to bathe you in your youth; so it's technically nothing he hasn't seen before.
"okay, we should change out of these clothes," you don't hesitate to throw your top off and chuck it into the basket across the room. your pants, and sock, soon follow and you're quickly naked.
you undress so quickly gyutaro can't believe what he's seeing. he tries to turn and cover his eyes but you just hold him and turn him back towards you.
"please, look at me," you tell him. he slowly opens his eyes, to see his younger sister, stark naked in front of him. "you are beautiful and if you won't believe my words, then let my body show you."
"i don't —' you cut him off with another kiss, not bothering to hear what he has to say. your tongue dances with his while your hands start tugging at his wet clothes. you quickly scramble to pull them off and he doesn't seem to resist.
"y/n, are you sure?"
"i'm sure that i love you and that's all that matters." he's still hesitant so you take the lead, pulling him down to the couch — with him above you. you wrap your legs around him, trapping him as you take his lips to yours again. your hands explore his body before you take his and guide him to explore yours. you're still shivering slightly and can think of only one way to get warm.
"we need friction," you tell him.
"huh?" you shake your head, he's so innocent.
"body heat, so we can warm up and not get sick." you keep cutting him off with kisses and grind into him — your pussy only getting wetter and wetter.
he doesn't seem to resist anymore and kisses you back fully. the ache you didn't realize you were pushing down finally consumes you. your pussy glistening with the thought of having him fill you. "please, gyutaro, i need you" you beg.
his resistance was all but gone. he nods. "anything for you, sister." and he slowly sinks inside you. he leans his forehead into yours, eyes closed at the overwhelming feeling of being inside you. he doesn't move immediately, scared he'll hurt you. part of you wishes this special moment could've been your first time.
when he opens his eyes again to bore into yours, he silently asks if it's okay to move. you nod and then he's rocking into you back and forth.
as skinny as he is, gyutaro has always been stronger than he looks and he quickly starts gripping the couch above you (instead of you) in order to not hurt you. he's rapidly thrusting into you now and it feels good, so good. to be filled over and over by your big brother's cock. you start tearing up just slightly and he stops all movement.
"are you okay!?" he questions suddenly. "you're crying..." you smile, fingers tangling in his line green hair as you pull him down for another kiss.
"i'm not crying because it hurts..." you whisper. "i'm crying because i'm happy."
with that he smiles back and starts thrusting into you even faster now. he pulls up your legs, pushing your knees towards your chest to fuck you even deeper now.
"fuck, fuck, yes taro don't stop!!" you moan out. you can hear the neighbors knocking on the wall — usually meaning you're being too loud— but neither of you cared. "i love you!" you confessed.
the sounds of your pretty little moans, the rain pitter pattering and gyutaro's balls slapping against your clit were a perfect cacophony of sounds. your hands slide down to his back, digging in harder the harder he fucks you. the scratching pain completely unregistered for him. "i love you, too!" he equally admits.
it wasn't long until you were both so close to finishing. just a few more thrusts from him and you're clenching down hard on his long pale cock. "i love you i love you i love you" you scream out as you're cumming hard on his cock. soon after, gyutaro groans and follows, emptying his full load deep inside of you.
"you" kiss. "really" kiss. "think" kiss. "im" kiss. "beautiful?" he's gasping for air at the end of his question.
"yes, taro, i do" you admit. his eyes go wide and it seems to sink in, like he finally believes you. it seems all it took was your love confession and maybe him being balls deep inside you also helped <3
a/n my first ever demon slayer fic!! i just noticed there were hardly any incest fics (x reader) with gyutaro, so i had to write one :p
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hi inessa i luv ur writing <3 would u ever consider writing for gege caleb??
YES! ive been reading so much of him lately that im surprised i havent written anything (though i haven't played the game myself, i just watch the memories and storyline on youtube)
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