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His nightmares and shortcomings haunt him, like the black ice creeping through his veins. Innumerable times he’s dreamt of her, in all manner of ways; beneath him, in his arms, on his lap, in his bed, in his robes, and in all of those dreams, he wants her. Desperately. Carnally. Possessively. In them, he drags her down to the Demonic Realm, kicking and screaming if he has to, and makes her his bride.
Outside those dreams he reveres, he praises, he longs for her – but he never lets himself want. What right could he have? This monster he’s allowed himself to become, with claws and fangs and lifeless eyes, is easy to punish each time he loses focus. This monster picks fights with undead mobs and devils. This monster has self-inflicted scars marking every part of its body. It drinks poison and sleeps on the floor. This monster knows its place.
Lee Seo-eon's sins became her prison; his sins would rob her innocence.
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“Well. Bend over.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“…”
“What, do you need a kiss first or something?”
“Ha Wooju.”
“Hyung.” Ha Wooju mimics his tone and scoots closer.
Lee Seo-eon's favorite football team loses, and he gets fucked with a beer bottle.
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She makes him ask for it. She always makes him ask for it. She knows what he wants, but this way makes her feel a little more in control. Like she’s just doing a service for her poor Stewjoni padawan. Like she’s training him, rather than taking advantage.
PWP AU where Padmé is Pussy-Wan's master and she gives him the ole service top special while trying to cope.
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Lan Wangji surprises his husband with a womb tattoo.
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... fell from your heart and landed in my eyes.
“Wait, I thought you two were actually brother and sister?” Ha Wooju’s pretty senior asks, and points back and forth between the two of you, with an albeit satisfying level of distress.
“No,” he shakes his head, laughing. “That was just what we used to tell everyone as a joke when we were kids.”
Another colleague cuts in, “But didn’t you grow up in the same house?”
“… Not until I was in middle school.” Ha Wooju shrugs - like it’s nothing, the way you shared half a life. Your fists clench as he says, “Grandma took us both in, and we’ve always gotten along pretty well, but we’re not actually related.”
Ha Wooju has stopped calling you his sister.