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"I mean, gotta be a little different, eh? A man's arse compared to a woman's?"
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Ghost and Soap get drunk and decide to fuck about it.
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In a moment of quiet, you and the lieutenant compare scars.
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Those expressive brown eyes of his are trained on your face, incredibly close, as you trace your gaze over sharp cheekbones, a pointed chin, a long, straight, thin nose...
"You're just a guy," you huff, disappointed.
"Ta," he pulls a face, and you can't tell if he's amused or annoyed.
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The heart doesn't need to be told to beat.
Some things are just muscle memory.
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Look, I... I don't know what to say.
You've been pretending like you haven't had a foot fungus for years, even though you KNOW Ghost has a foot fetish.
This was going to happen eventually.
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After a close call in the tunnels, Gen comes to terms with the realization that no matter how well she builds her walls, people will always find a way to slip behind them.
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Now Esca must simply be imagining things. Before he can talk himself out of it, he takes a step forward, then another, until the ring of lantern light begins to fall on the creature.
When Esca sees human hands and feet, he nearly jumps out of his skin, but instead he stumbles forward until the light reveals a partial human form. There are arms, and legs, and a bare torso, but the broad shoulders are covered with short, dense hair and barely narrow into an immensely thick neck, atop which sits the head of a bull, complete with massive, curved horns.
Bookmarked by callsignmeat
02 Apr 2026
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A minotaur and a man, based on that Tumblr art for goretober.
I can't help but see this one as a goal-setter. The consistent writing, the ability to write both dialogue and description so deftly. Reads like a draft from a professional writer. Goddamn.
Read it. Just read it.
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“The alpha set the mug down in front of Max, and took his own bowl when Isaac offered it. Max stared at the steaming mug a moment too long—it was blue with white speckles, a chip in the handle—before he forced his eyes back down to his folded hands. As tests went, this one was obvious.“
A continuation of “Seeking Shelter” by sphagnum, opening from Max’s first morning with the pack, because be the sequel you want to see in the world.
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Bookmarked by callsignmeat
03 Feb 2026
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My intro into omegaverse. I read what spawned it but I think this really made it its own. My favorite parts are the character work. With this many characters at play it can be hard to sell a reader on them being distinct but this author nails it.
Will be chewing on this fic for a while - makes me want to try my hand at some new genres and tropes just to roll them around in my mouth.
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Your eyes burn. They squint at the unforgivingly bright screen; bloodshot sclera and a healing bruise, cheekbone swollen and tender.
'Casualties And Damage Assessment.'
The cursor on the document blinks right next to it.
Write above the dotted line. Do it. It’s there. It’s not hard, it’s just a name—a name among thousands. You could be typing John Doe, and it should feel the same.
So do it, love.
Type it in.
Type “Simon Riley”.
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Or; where Simon finally gets it.
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- Part 7 of In The Walls
Bookmarked by callsignmeat
06 May 2025
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There is no reason in his answer. You live by that—swear by that. Things happen logically. Things happen because other things have happened before. Domino tiles fall because they’ve been hit by the previous, until the last one finally falls flat, and life ends.
Cause and consequence.
Still, this feels like a tile falling stupidly by itself, miles ahead, due to a gust of wind that had no business blowing in this direction, today—because how can a punch and a broken nose lead to this.
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Or; you're rational but love isn't—and thank god for that
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06 May 2025
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And yet why aren’t you trying to cover yourself? Why are you still there, naked, back arched to press further into Johnny’s hand, with your fingers uselessly grasping the sheets at your sides?
“Let him watch, bonnie. You said it yerself, aye?” Johnny coos softly.
He can fucking watch for all I care.
Fuck. You. And your big mouth.
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Or; Johnny eats you out in front of an audience.
Bookmarked by callsignmeat
06 May 2025