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When Abby finishes, she sits beside Neil and says, “He’s not dying, Andrew, he’s just in pre-rut.”
Andrew's world spins, tilts to the side, and goes back to its center.
Or, Andrew spends Neil's first rut with him.
Bookmarked by markedmadness
19 Jun 2026
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Bookmarked by markedmadness
05 Jun 2026
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Soap makes the mistake of opening his mouth, obvious shock and frustration playing over his expression, but frankly Ghost doesn’t want to hear it. He gets a gloved hand on Soap’s face, thumb and fingers digging into his cheeks as his palm covers Soap’s mouth. “Shut. Up. Now, I have put up with your cheek, your insubordination, but it turns out they were right. If you give a dog an inch, they’ll take a mile.”
Leaning in closer, Ghost squeezes Soap’s cheeks a little tighter, keeping their eyes locked.
“Now, lie down, and take your fuckin’ cock out.”
Bookmarked by markedmadness
05 Jun 2026
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Settled on his haunches, Andrew reaches between his legs, eyes fluttering shut. Lube drips down his knuckles and onto the hardwood but Andrew doesn’t react. Neil can tell the moment Andrew touches himself because his shoulders tense and his eyes screw harder shut, throat bobbing with a swallow—Neil has seen less expression from him while getting body slammed into goals.
A razor’s edge of distress contours Andrew’s face. One more twitch in the wrong direction would have Neil calling it off—
“Andrew,” he groans, grinding into the pillow for an excuse to say it. Andrew opens his eyes and locks gazes with him; the tension in his shoulders eases. Perfect. “I know you hate when I point out nice things you do—but I don’t know how to stop thinking about it.”
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AKA: Dipping their toes in the water of penetrative sex by using toys and pretending it’s one another. They take care of each other.
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- Part 7 of SW AU
Bookmarked by markedmadness
24 May 2026
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Sometimes Liliya thinks this is her favourite part: her fingers hovering above the chess piece, the heartbeat of stillness before her move. Pure potential. She could make Jane crawl across the floor, kiss her feet, beg. She could make Jane bark like a dog.
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24 May 2026

