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“Sounds like you just last longer in bed,” Satoru says with a shrug. “And I’m supposed to see that as a bad thing?”
“You don’t get it. It’s fucking torture. I don’t last longer—I last indefinitely.”
“You just need someone with good stamina who can keep up with you.”
Suguru scoffs. “That person doesn’t exist in this universe.”
“Uh, hello? I think you’re forgetting who I am,” Satoru says. “I’m the sole exception to just about everything in this damn world.”
Suguru blinks. He feels his face heat up a bit. “Jesus christ, Satoru. Don’t say shit like that. It’s disgusting.”
Suguru is having a hard time dealing with a particular side effect that comes with his antidepressants. Satoru is more than happy to help out.
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“That’s so pathetic,” Megumi teases, and Yuji whines, pulling Megumi close and pressing his face against his lower stomach. Megumi brings his hand up and strokes Yuji’s hair. “I thought you fed just recently. Are you really that hungry?”
“For you,” Yuji says, muffled by Megumi’s skin. “Always hungry for you.”
Megumi accidentally triggers Yuji’s bloodlust.
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Yuji’s head hurts from trying to make sense of the whole situation. It’s obvious that Megumi likes that what they’re doing is wrong, but at the same time, having to hide it is precisely what breaks him up inside. It’s a strange contradiction that Yuji can’t quite bring himself to understand.
He thinks that Megumi must be using the lack of morality in their actions as some sort of justification for something. Like, if what he and Yuji are doing is nothing but them being horrible people and bad boyfriends, then it can never go as deep as true intimacy and love between two individuals—two boys. They’re just two people who are doing bad things.
Fuck, but there’s still something incredibly intimate about that. To share such a secret, to be the only people in the world who know what they’ve been doing, is something that feels so deeply personal, that it’s almost romantic.
In which Yuji and Megumi make a series of drunken mistakes.
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Toji is toying with him. It’s evident in the way that he allows Naoya to leave, instead of holding him back like Naoya knows that he is fully capable of doing. In a way, Toji is a bully. He tiptoes across the line of no return, molds and reshapes what’s seen as acceptable between family members, as he actively looks for a reaction in Naoya. And Naoya gives him what he wants—every. single. time.
In which Toji convinces Naoya to model a lingerie set for him.
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“You drive me fucking crazy,” Yuji whispers into his ear. “When we’re together, I can’t help myself. I wanna latch onto you and never let go. It’s such a strong feeling, Megumi, it’s like– it’s almost like I want to eat you.”
“Do you feel territorial? Like a wild animal?” Megumi says, and he tries to come across as playful, but the hitch in his breath betrays how he really feels about Yuji’s confession.
“Yes,” Yuji says, earnest and unwavering. “What was it that you said? Staking my claim? Yeah… That’s exactly what it is.”
Megumi awakens a feeling of possessiveness within both himself and Yuji upon recognizing the true nature of their relationship.
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- Part 2 of stake your claim
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The wooden grain has drawn seasonably cold, but the sake is warm, infusing heartily into Hashirama’s gut with every sip. The street ahead is awash with the fiery glow of a hundred festival lanterns, barely hindered by the gentle snowfall sprinkling down from the heavens; gently, they flicker. Their light paints the snowflakes red and gold.
From up the mountain, the heavy temple bell can be heard ringing out to its one-hundred and eighth repetition. To cleanse the soul, it is said.
Hashirama inhales deeply despite the bite of chilly air. Like if he just breathes, this moment will imprint onto his soul, scrubbing every imperfection until he too is painted gold. It’s so merry here, this New Year’s Eve. He'd like to keep this night in his pocket, freeze it forever in a globe, so it can henceforth illuminate his way.
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Or: now take two bearers of calamitous, backbreaking destruction and give them both innies.Bookmarked by iloveprozac
03 Jun 2026
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top!madara and t4t hsmd with a hint of blood….what more could i possibly ask for…. perfect 10/10 im in love
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When Incheol takes Pyeonghwa out for a romantic dinner at one of his usual high-end restaurants, he hopes to give his younger lover a perfect night. But the elegant setting and Incheol’s familiar gentlemanly gestures only stir Pyeonghwa’s jealousy. The tension follows them to their luxury hotel suite. There, Pyeonghwa’s jealousy finally boils over into something raw, possessive, and unrelenting.
Bookmarked by iloveprozac
29 May 2026
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gorgeous writing and very hot smut. loveee jealous pyeonghwa i will inject that shit into my veins. the way he gets softer toward the end is the cherry on top, he’s such a cutie. i adore this
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Incheol promises Pyeonghwa "something to look forward to" when he gets home from work.
But when midnight rolls around and Incheol still hasn't left the office, Pyeonghwa decides to deliver it himself.Bookmarked by iloveprozac
29 May 2026
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fucking incredible characterization and so so hot
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My star. My star. Mine.
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- Part 2 of one as in the other
Bookmarked by iloveprozac
28 May 2026
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so beautiful. they warm my heart and make me sick at the same time i love it so so much
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Young-One’s gaze darts between Mignon’s red eyes and the red on his lips. “You’re too young to feed from,” he says, and it sounds like he’s pleading.
“It’s okay,” Mignon murmurs, leaning in, and—
Young-One twists in his grasp, turning bodily away. “No, Mignon!”
He can’t. He’s already taken too much. He can’t take this, too. Not again. Mignon doesn’t taste candy-sweet anymore, now that his body has to scrub someone else’s blood instead of making its own, and Young-One hates himself and craves the dark chocolate taste of him in equal measure.
Bookmarked by iloveprozac
24 May 2026