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Might Makes Right by Dark_Deva_of_Despair
Fandoms: The Outlast Trials, Outlast (Video Games)
09 Jul 2023
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05 Sep 2025
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Coyle lets his libido get in the way of his duty; Easterman finds a solution.
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24 Aug 2025
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Coyle tips your chin up with the blunt edge of his cattle-prod, its end still warm with the afterglow of electricity.
The leather of his jacket flexes as he braces one heavy boot atop your crumpled chest. The soulless, black lenses of his aviators betraying nothing.
“Ain’t no use fightin’ it,” he drawls in a thick, hungry purr. And it feels that his eyes stroke down your shape. Taking it all in. Fucking starving for it. “You're my whore in need’uh judgement, now. Been a bad dog, gone ‘n pissed me off.”
He sucks a charred drag from his cig, its ember burned across his lenses.
“Gonna have you pleadin’ fer mercy ‘fore I'm done.”
reader's gender is not specified ❤︎ names like 'whore', 'honey' and 'bad dog' are used
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23 Jul 2025
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Gaekkebrev by AzazelAngel
Fandoms: Hannibal Extended Universe - Fandom, Jagten | The Hunt (2012)
29 Jan 2025
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Valentine’s Day is a relatively new tradition in Denmark, and you can only think of one person you love enough to ask to be your valentine this year.
For those who don’t know, a gaekkebrev is an anonymous love letter written by a man as a gift to the object of his affection on Danish Valentine’s Day, typically gifted with snowdrop flowers.
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- Part 4 of Ficthreads!
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09 Feb 2025
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Faerie Soirée by Estellos
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game), Forgotten Realms (Roleplaying Game)
06 Apr 2025
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𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳.
"𝘈𝘳—𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳—"
"𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦."
𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.
"𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘹, 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯—"
"𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦."
"𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘕𝘪𝘯𝘦."
𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳.
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𝗗𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆—𝗠𝗶𝗱𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁—𝗛𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘆.
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24 Jun 2024