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Zanka, whose face was now crimson, put his hand on Follo’s shoulder to make some distance.
He recoiled his hand sharply, mortified, “Sorry, I didn't uh-”
“Follo…” It was almost a laugh. “Are you hittin' on me? Is that what this is?”
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20 Dec 2025
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I don't hear no safe word, honey by sleepymiqote (bakudanmusume)
Fandoms: Final Fantasy XIV
18 Dec 2025
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"You might not be aware, but Vamp Fatale and Honey are bitter rivals. They snipe at each other constantly, and when they fought in an open-weight bout, it was ugly."
Honey B. Lovely is too proud for her own good, and Vamp Fatale wants to take her down a peg.
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18 Dec 2025
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An easy trip, a job that would have them home by dinner time, what a load of shit. If Zanka had known he’d be stuck in his home district overnight he would have kept his ass back at Headquarters. He had every intention to pick up the items on Semiu’s list, a few personal snacks, ingredients and spices he couldn't find anywhere else, and leave but now he had no choice but to stay. A trash storm had made its way to the Kamutari District.
In which Follo and Zanka spend the night at an onsen.
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- Part 5 of Gachiakuta
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11 Dec 2025
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(Paraphelic) Opposites Attract by Toki_exe
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
23 Nov 2025
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You dislike Tamsy Caines with every fiber of your being. He's a conniving, smug, mysterious son of a bitch. You know that he's up to something, but you just cant prove it. He is also aggravatingly pretty, and knows it. Something about Tamsy's very existence just goes against the grain to you. His mere presence makes the hairs on your body stand on end.
(Un)fortunately, the two of you do have something in common. As it turns out, you are a perfect match made in hell.
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26 Nov 2025
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“Hey sexy,” Enjin greets.
Gris pulls a shirt from the dryer, shakes it once and lays it in the basket tucked under his arm.
“No.”
Enjin pouts as he leans against the doorway, his shoulders spanning most of the frame.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”
“And I don’t need to know,” Gris says patiently, smiling as Enjin further smooshes his lips in a pout. “It’s the first Friday of the month, and you want me to race Sheila. No.”
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22 Nov 2025