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It all starts with a stupid plan involving a vibrator, Mark's horrible capability to express his feelings normally, and Donghyuck's not horrible capability to read his best friend like a book-- except until he proves he can't.
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mahae's first time somehow dragged out into almost 19k words
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- Part 1 of there’s so much love we could be makin
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Haechan and Mark were always considered best friends… at least, that’s what everyone said. But if that were true, why did Mark keep pushing him away? Why did he flinch at Haechan’s touch but let Yuta so close? Haechan didn’t understand, and the more he tried, the more it hurt. So, he found comfort elsewhere, in Sungchan. But Mark noticed and suddenly, it wasn’t just Haechan who was jealous. Mark hated the way Sungchan got Haechan’s attention so easily, the way Haechan smiled at him.
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He knew it wasn’t as simple as wishing his thoughts away. It was a temptation. It was depravity, simmering under his skin, crawling in every time he let his guard down. And today, it felt like he was ready to abandon everything he’d ever known to give in to it.
Donghyuck was the serpent sent to test him. Smiling with those soft yet sultry rose-colored lips, thighs pressed together like the fruit he wasn’t supposed to taste.
And Mark wanted to sink his aching teeth in.
He wanted to devour him.
or Mark recently finds himself lying awake at night, haunted by the vision of Donghyuck’s thighs, and he's not sure even God can save him.
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【袁许】深海番外-Fly Me To The Moon by 清水手术刀 (scalpelqsssd)
Fandoms: 士兵突击 | Soldiers Sortie (TV)
16 Nov 2024
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29 Jan 2026
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A memory loss fic where Shane gets hit hard in the head and wakes up in the hospital. He thinks he is 27, sneaking around with Ilya and still in the closet, only to learn that they are married.
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Tears spilled down his mother's cheeks. “No, honey, you’re not twenty seven. You're twenty nine. Almost thirty.”
Shane snorted. “That can’t—”
“It is, sweetheart. And Ilya is…”
She glanced at the door where two large shadows stood just beyond the frosted glass window. The shorter one embraced the much, much taller one.
Shane’s heart started beating frantically in his chest. His head pounded as he tried to take in what he was hearing, tried to process what the fuck his mother was saying to him.
“Ilya,” he squeaked. “Ilya is what?”
“Ilya is your husband.”