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Sanji paces around the Crow’s Nest, hands clenched at his side. He looks bizarre in Zoro’s body. Zoro wants to berate him for his posture– he shouldn’t slouch– but he can’t find the words.
Zoro watches as his own body stalks in circles, and he’s filled with an unexpected, all-consuming want.
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27 Sep 2025
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They usually don’t talk when they’re in the thick of it.
They’re in Johnny’s room for a change since Haechan had gone out with Taeil and Jeno. As soon as Johnny had caught wind that he was gonna have the room to himself, he’d texted Mark, and Mark had come over five minutes after Haechan had left.
Right now, Johnny’s trying to keep his pace slow, trying to match the motion of the guy who’s completely buried inside the tight pussy of the woman on screen. Her moans are believable, but he isn’t focusing on her noises.
He’s focusing on Mark’s.
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02 Dec 2020
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“You can give anything to me,” says a voice in the dark, familiar.
The moon howls, and there are hands — something possessive and cold — and Johnny thinks he’s dreaming again but he cannot tell. “What are you trying to take?”
“You.”
Johnny cannot feel the fear. He cannot feel anything.
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27 Oct 2020
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Mark hasn't seen Johnny Suh in six years, and he never assumed he would be forcibly reminded of his existence because of Johnny coming out.
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Umaapaw by cobalamincosel for intersession, bigdamnher0, annyeonghaseye
Fandoms: NCT (Band)
02 Sep 2020
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“Is this okay?” Johnny leans in to whisper.
“What is?” Mark answers back, turning his face up to look at Johnny. His eyes are filled with the Milky Way from Johnny’s vantage point.
“That I’m touching you like this,” Johnny says, giving Mark’s hip a squeeze. Mark’s hand is still resting on it, fingers not quite intertwined, but securely there, still. Purposeful.
Mark turns in Johnny’s arms, and tiptoes so that Johnny can hear him clearly. “I gotta be honest, dude, I’ve been waiting all week for you to touch me like this.”