Butterfly_Queen
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“You’re…” His voice goes low, almost stunned. “Hard again?”
Shane leans up just enough to press a shaky kiss to Ilya’s mouth—soft, desperate, clinging. “Never—” he whispers against his lips, “I never went soft.”
or Shane in subspace for the first time. (and he cums three times just because)
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11 Dec 2025
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my autistic bby nd his bisexual russian husband
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Conrad's texts arrive at odd hours, slipping into her phone while she sleeps. Belly's voice notes play in his sterile kitchen as he makes coffee, her laughter bouncing off surfaces too clean, too empty.
If there are infinite worlds, every version of me chooses you, Belly told him on that speeding train to Brussels, still catching her breath.
In the spaces between, they create them.(between Paris and Palo Alto, Belly and Conrad begin a game where they get to choose each other again and again)
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Sieun knows that his parents just want him to move past it, to get over it, even if they won’t say it out loud. But there’s no moving past it—not as long as Suho stays like this. There’s nothing to propel him forward, nothing to knock him out of this equilibrium.
In physics, terminal velocity is the maximum constant speed attainable by an object falling through a fluid. It occurs when the sum of the drag force and the buoyancy is equal to the downward force of gravity acting on the object. Once it has been reached, the object has zero acceleration.
Sieun has been falling for a long, long time.
Ahn Suho wakes up. They pick it up from there. (Or: Ahn Suho's cram school for one.)
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Wait for It by jeremy_bearimy
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
26 Sep 2020
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Twelve-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi defeats the first Sith in a millennium, but his biggest challenge is the desert-dwelling nine-year-old who won't leave him alone.
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This is a really bad fucking situation.
Eddie would know.
Jaw working, he leans in, says, ‘You’re not my type.’
And when he draws away, Steve is laughing, like it’s genuinely funny. He’s got this light sheen of sweat over his skin, it’s glittering. His hair moves, he pushes it back with his hands as his hips sway in time with the rhythm like he’s commanding it and he moves like a siren; a creature who exists only to lure.
‘I’m everyone’s type,’ he tells Eddie, like he just knows it and pities Eddie for lying. ‘To fuck, at least.’