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in a room alone by catchmeifyoucreon for saha
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
15 Oct 2023
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Perhaps it was cruel of her to say nothing, to let him wallow in his shame without so much as a word. But things were bad enough already, without Yu Ziyuan making them worse.
Held in captivity by Wen Chao after the fall of Lotus Pier, Yu Ziyuan and Wei Wuxian are thrown in the same cell. Wei Wuxian is doing his best to survive the horrors inflicted on him by the Wens, and Yu Ziyuan is left to pick up the pieces - or, if she's not careful, maybe to shatter them further.
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Blood, Hatred, Money, and Rage by NobleMalone, Sad Cowboy Malone (NobleMalone)
Fandom Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
13 Mar 2019
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01 Jun 2026
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What is it about this country? Everyone’s thirsting after money, after freedom, or adventure, but it’s always just blood that stains our hands in the end.
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Arthur goes into the mountains, searching for peace and quiet, but when a couple of bounty hunters find him, the world, and Arthur’s own sins begin crashing down upon him.
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16 May 2026
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There was nothing they could do to stop his heat entirely. It would come, and it would pass, and Arthur would just have to bear it.
Don’t worry about it, dear boy, Dutch insisted, hand sliding up Arthur’s shoulder, palm resting over his pulse point. Scent-marking him like he always did; casual and familiar, fingers on his neck or rubbing over his face. An arm thrown around his shoulders, wrist brushing against the fabric of his shirt.
It wasn’t always so familial.
Sometimes Dutch was drunk, or tired, or shaking apart from a job gone south.
Sometimes he’d sink a hand in Arthur’s hair. Tuck his face into Arthur’s throat, rubbing it back and forth against the oily skin of his glands, rumbling low and pleased. Mouth open, teeth scraping over Arthur’s collar bones. Crooning.
Arthur had overheard Dutch fucking a lot of different women, but he never made a sound like that. It wasn’t for any of them.
It was just for Arthur.
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12 May 2026