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"You're supposed to smoke over there." Someone said from behind Ilya.
Ilya almost dropped his cigarette. His English was shitty, but he had studied that sentence enough times over the years to understand it immediately. He didn't even think about his words much anymore, but it was impossible to avoid them.
He turned instinctively, and was face to face with Shane fucking Hollander.
Out of almost seven billion people, of course Ilya's soulmate had to be his fated rival. It was almost poetic. Still, Ilya had enough sense to realize just how bad this was.
or, Shane says Ilya's soulmate words. Ilya vows to never speak a word to him to keep him from finding out. They fall in love anyway.
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- Part 1 of get carried away
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sex money feelings die by stoplightglow
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
10 Feb 2025
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Caitlyn watches porn at work. Her thesis advisor has approved a list of search terms:
“Sleepover” for videos of group experimentation.
“While boyfriend watches” for porn filmed by men.
“Strap” for the more hardcore stuff.
“Cunnilingus” for those who bother with proper names, and “pussy eating” for those who don’t.
When new videos pop up, Caitlyn scrubs through them on two-times speed. Massages end happily, cunnilingus gets cut short for penis-in-vagina penetration. Nothing she hasn’t seen before. She sighs and clicks the back arrow.
For the past year of her research, typing in “butch” has been like fishing in a puddle, but Caitlyn tries it anyway.
The page loads. She’s surprised by a video she hasn’t seen at the top of her screen: “PINK-HAIRED ANDRO BUTCH DYKE TAKES 9 INCHES, COMES HARD.”
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Finite State by Scarlet_Ribbons
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types
04 Mar 2019
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“Hiya, Peter,” Deadpool is standing there in all his red and black glory, sounding deceptively cheerful. All too cheerful, in fact, for a gun resting against one muscular thigh and a hand reaching back to, no doubt, grab a katana. “Peter Parker,” Deadpool continues, saying his name like he wants to bite into it. It’s actually kind of hot. God. Focus, Peter. Is Deadpool seriously going to try to kill him now?
All too late, Peter realizes that Spider-Man never responded to Deadpool’s messages.
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When he's blackmailed by, of all people, a weird work acquaintance who needs Spider-Man gone for obviously illegal purposes, Peter is forced to hang up the suit- at least temporarily -until he can resolve the situation. Unfortunately, things start to get sticky when Deadpool, who Spider-Man's been on-again off-again with (okay, yeah, lowkey messing around with), crashes into Peter's life and demands the photographer help him figure out what's got his favorite webhead so spooked.
Peter's life is really weird.
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Vi rolled her eyes as Caitlyn followed her into the bathroom, whirling on her the second the door closed.
“What the fuck is your deal? Thought it might be fun to slum it for the night with the gutter trash who rescued you out there? You’re welcome, by the way.”
“No, I–” Caitlyn made a noise of frustration, face scrunching up, and then she was really fuckin’ close.
Vi held her breath, not wanting to break the weird fucking moment.
“You’re infuriating,” Caitlyn breathed, and Vi tried - and failed - not to shiver when warm breath ghosted over her lips.
“Yeah, well–” Vi started to snark back…and then Vi’s night was officially the weirdest she’d had in a while, because Caitlyn Kiramman, conservative politician’s daughter, was kissing her like she was fucking starving and Vi was an all-you-can-eat buffet in the desert.
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The Caitlyn-is-a-conservative-politician's-daughter-and-she's-gay-and-falls-for-a-poor AU
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06 Apr 2026
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Ch17 next. NSFW but very fun so far
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“Hello, Quinn,” Rachel says, pulling her hand back closer to her body and smiling very gently. Quinn tries to force a smile on her face, but it doesn’t come easily.
“Hi, Rachel,” she says. “How are you?”
“I’m doing rather well,” Rachel says. “I won a Tony Award recently.”
“I sent you flowers,” Quinn says, laughing. “I won a Golden Globe.”
Quinn Fabray has a pretty nice life. And then Rachel Berry shows up, again.