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“We can’t” she whispers in between kisses. Again and again their lips press to each other, desperate and greedy, the wet sounds almost obscene in between the pants of breath. Rook inhales deeply, her first gasp of air that he would let her have before his mouth trails to her neck and she lets her breath out in a keening whine that only makes Lucanis clutch at her harder.
This was insanity. This was wrong for so many reasons. It only made them want it more.
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Rook is arranged to be married to Illario, but her attraction to Lucanis can't be ignored. Drama, yearning and forbidden smut ensue!
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27 Nov 2025
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Robert slumps into his chair, headset half-on, the SDN bullpen still humming with the last dregs of the night shift. The coffee tastes like battery acid, but it’s the only thing keeping his eyes open.
Then the comm crackles.
“Hello, Robert.”
Phenomaman’s voice, flat as a gravestone.
“I would like to learn about intercourse from a human person.”
Robert chokes on his coffee. Why is this his life?
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- Part 1 of Dispatch NSFW Fics
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30 Oct 2025
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During your post-game adventures, you get sick and Astarion takes care of you.
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29 Oct 2025
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Color of Jealousy by damdirtyheathen
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
22 Sep 2025
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Now he stood by the window, arms folded lightly across his chest as he watched her while she bent over the small kitchen table, sorting through files as if the order on paper could make the world less chaotic. The silence between them wasn’t entirely empty; his presence pressed against it, steady and insistent.
“You’ve been distant these past weeks,” he said finally, his voice even, though something gentler bled through. He’d told himself the weekly reports were enough, that the crystal calls bridged the gap between them. And in the beginning, they had - her voice had carried warmth, the conversation occasionally straying to details that had nothing to do with her targets. But lately, all he heard from her was the hunt: nothing of her.
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- Part 38 of Perfectly Gathered Clouds of Doom
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29 Sep 2025
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Scent is sacred. It uncovers soulmates, reveals destiny, completes the senses.
Will disagrees.
Hannibal does not.
And fate—well, fate never misses a dinner party.Or: the ability to truly smell the world isn’t something you’re born with—it lies dormant until you meet that particular person. Until skin touches skin, and the world shifts in an instant.
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- Part 4 of Meat-Cured Meet-Cutes
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26 Aug 2025