HanHwastaken
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You've taken it upon yourself to be the first person to uncover the truth about the haunted Dickenson Manor. Every day, you explore a different room and encounter a different spirit, and each one has his own special way of 'haunting' you. Just as you are interested in the occult, the occult has become interested in you...
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imagine if Date Everything and Homicipher had a kid that grew up to be a disappointment and that's basically what this isBookmarked by HanHwastaken
19 Jan 2026
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“You have no idea,” he groans, breaking away just enough to speak, chin slick, eyes dark, pupils blown wide, “what this does to me.”
It’s true. You don’t know what it’s like for him, not entirely. You don’t know how loud you are in his head.
The sound of your pulse hammering under the layers of your skin. The flutter of your lashes. The heat blooming just beneath your navel. The slick parting of you when you clenched around nothing as he kissed his way down your stomach.
You’ve talked about it before—quietly, breathlessly, the few times he let himself admit how different this is for him. What it’s like.
You smell like heaven to him. That’s what he said once. Whispered it, almost ashamed, as if saying it out loud might make you think less of him and not want him even more.
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16 Dec 2025