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“What is armor after all but a cage that moves with you?” - Rebecca Solnit
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"I buy you literally anything you want if you pretend to be my boyfriend for like ten minutes." The man clasped both hands in front of him in prayer. "Please."
"Alright." He shouldn't, but it had been a rough day at work and he could find a little altruism to help out another miserable soul. "My name is Changkyun."
"You're a goddamn life saver." The man blasted him with a 1000 watt smile filled with relief. "My name is Jooheon.”
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Wooyoung: Uh, hyung. I think I got the wrong package.
He could see in his mind the bright red blush on Wooyoung’s face. In the package was a set of red lace panties and stockings with a matching red lace collar.
Changkyun: I don’t think you did
Wooyoung: lace?
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Series of snapshot glimpses into the lives of 5 fledgling gods.
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Changkyun didn’t walk like a man who was naked save for a bit of leather and metal. He extruded confidence in a way that it was palpable, almost like a mantle. The sharp chin, and sharper eyes were accentuated by the long black hair and the smear of a pale pink gloss on his lips. If they had met at a club or a bar, Jooheon would ask to buy him a drink and then a cab. No matter how much he wanted to see the pretty omega under him, Jooheon clamped down on his lust to remember his manners.
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The first time Donghun heard he was going to be married was after his parents had already signed the contracts.
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In Derek, Stiles saw the perfect opportunity to take care of his budding physical needs without becoming one of those clingy omegas always swooning over an alpha. Because despite Stiles’ avoidance of alphas, he still had urges. And maybe Derek would agree to what Stiles had in mind.
It works until it doesn't...
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Derek really wasn’t exaggerating earlier. Sincerely, nobody but him has touched his dick in a whole goddamn year. He thinks he’s actually beginning to forget what it even feels like, to have something wrapped around him that isn’t also attached to him. And with the added buzz of the alcohol in his system – not enough to wreck him, but enough to make him feel a little lighter, a little looser – well...
Well. Maybe it’s not so insane after all, that he finds himself considering this right now.
“I am straight, though,” he feels the need to reiterate.
“Okay,” Stiles says slowly. “But, like, really, I mean – a mouth’s a mouth. Right?”
Fresh off the back of being dumped, Derek agrees to strike up a friends-with-benefits situation with Stiles, his best friend and roommate. It doesn't matter that Derek is straight - it's just sex, after all.
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No matter how rambunctious, hot headed, and unruly he was, Eren Jaeger was still a doctor's son.
And a doctor can save you...or take you apart.
(Where we get to see the smarter side of Eren that's always been overshadowed by his anger, and how that changes everything.)
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There are a lot of problems with being in love with Mark Lee. Four are more important than the rest:
1. Mark Lee doesn’t know his limits.
2. Mark Lee is stubborn.
3. Mark Lee is straight.
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Screaming, crying, staring into the sun. Perfection.
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Every year on October twenty-second the two of them stayed locked away from the world outside of their shared apartment. It was a promise that they had made each other as teenagers, to protect Jooheon on this date of each year, and to shelter him from any stranger he may potentially meet. This was the date scrolled across the left side of his chest, just a few inches below his collarbone in an unfamiliar hand. He cursed the permanent mark and wished to never find the person with a matching date in his own handwriting.