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hummingbird wings and your lips on my skin by soursprite
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
08 Jun 2026
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Sunday is fucked.
Not in the very real way he’d like to be, though. But still quite fucked enough that he’s found himself flip-flopping between feelings of guilt, shame, and an alarmingly inconvenient swell of lust.
In which Sunday can't help himself around a senior citizen.
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18 Jun 2026
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Papers, wood and a subtle sweetness. Power and kindness. A hearth, his mind gives and he wills the thought away.
"Do you want this?" Nazrik asks, quiet. His thumb rubs circles on knuckles, another hand solidly set on the Mage's hips but light enough to not cage. He feels Emmerich's gaze change to a burning want, his breaths slowing but deep still.
The Mage is slow, hesitant almost, as he pushes his hips into a single agonizing grind and Nazrik's breath hitches, his body tensing as electric shocks of pleasure zip straight to his head and that strength again returns, where not even Nazrik's hold can stop him. "Would you indulge me if I said yes?"
Nazrik comes to the Herdmaster's sleeping hut for answers, running on ragged frustration and anger over the False One, over the God that has caused him grief for so long. He gets a little more than what he came for.
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- Part 1 of Of Devotion
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04 Jun 2026
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Ravion once again learns what it is like to be helpless and cornered.
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Ravion meets Cyran. It's wholly unpleasant.
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02 Jun 2026
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There's nothing Malleus wants more than to make a perfect world for the people he loves most. It's a shame those people keep getting in the way.
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20 Apr 2026
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When the Gods fell millennia ago, Phainon had fallen with them.
Now he is the last. A remnant of times long ago, a fragment of divinity cast to the mortal world and tied to the great God-Kings of Sak-Kahn-Ko. He is theirs to do as they please; to serve each father and son and son of his son, unageing, undying, unchanging. He does not see the sun rise each day. He does not see it set.
Come a springtime he can only hear in the sigh of the wind, the God-King he serves has guests to visit. Many guests, from all corners of the mapped world, there to pledge allegiance to Sak-Kahn-Ko, to bow to the one great enough to own a God.
But one guest is strange. He does not look to Phainon’s humiliation with glee or envy or pride. He does not look at all.
Mydeimos of Castrum Kremnos looks, instead, to the God-King he must bow to; and he looks with anger, at the one who owns the divine. He looks with rage.
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19 Apr 2026