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Brendon decides to try something new with his girlfriend; or, the first time anal fic.
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06 May 2026
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She’s halfway through her shift when it happens.
One second she’s charting next to her current patient, the next, a hand clamps around her throat.
Too tight. Too sudden.
A drunk, agitated man. An alpha.
Not hers.
She doesn’t have one. No boyfriend, no bond, no claim, nothing that would protect her. And this one—Bookmarked by iluvfems
06 May 2026
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Park and his baby, his Emma, his sweet little thing who needs him to take care of her so, so much.
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06 May 2026
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She now wears a band on her left hand that he can run the pads of his fingers over when he drives. Knife cut edge, thin. A pleasant scrape on his skin that eases the noise of anxiety. She had used the top of his preferred pen for reference for measurements to email the jeweler.
He had noticed the ring within minutes of her putting it on for the first time. Run his index finger over it as they ate breakfast, and smiled.
“Sweetheart,” he had said, slow and stretched. Like he had to take the time to adore her.
“You like it,” she had said. She was a very good gift giver. It's one of the things she's known for. She knew. And he knew as well, that this was a gift for him, even though it lived on her finger, because he’d hate it if it existed on his.
“Love it,” he had corrected her. Run it back another time. “I love it.”
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For their second Fourth of July together, they take a road trip to California to meet Emma's family.
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- Part 2 of your mess is mine (babyshark)
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06 May 2026
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She's wiping at her face with her hands. It's futile. He pulls up outside her building, and she's already reaching for the door handle with her dripping hand. She leaves behind a shiny wet spot. He turns off the car and reaches for his door as well.
Emma stares at him as he rounds the hood of his car toward her. “I'm—”
He doesn't know what she planned to say. Just pulls her close. Use my fucking shirt, he thinks, cupping the back of her head. Christ, he's lost it. But he's already here. So he presses her face to his chest so her tears soak into cotton. He'll wash it when he gets home. They were his tears anyway. He caused them, and he always cleans up his own messes.
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Brendon Park adds a new routine to his day.
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- Part 1 of your mess is mine (babyshark)
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30 Apr 2026