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Take some hostile world takeover, a crazed megalomaniac, a broken soldier, their issues with themselves and each other and a crap ton of awful everything and you got this story.
It's not happy and I dunno, you shouldn't expect any less from a war torn world setting. :P
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Bookmarked by beachdogs
28 Jun 2026
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Red Leader gets bored during one of his many mandatory Army debriefings; so he finds something far more interesting to put his attention onto instead.
Tom just has to roll with the punches.
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24 Jun 2026
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Luis knew that the big, broody blonde was going to be a problem for him. He knew this when they had woken up chained together, and he was coming to know it more deeply as Leon peered up at him through hazy pleasure, teetering on the edge of the second climax that he would get to feel pressed against his supplicant hand.
What if Luis's Las Plagas antidote was accidental sex pollen :D
Bookmarked by beachdogs
17 Apr 2026
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Leash by a_good_soldier
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
07 Jan 2026
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Ilya loves being Shane's dog. He hopes he's good enough to earn it.
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- Part 2 of Dog
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Bookmarked by beachdogs
12 Apr 2026
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caution to the wind (but i've got a lousy arm) by stars_boy
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
28 Apr 2023
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A strong hand on either hip, Luis guides his thrusts.
“There we go, querido.” He speaks in a low voice, tone dropped and accent thick. “Feel good?”
Leon chokes on his breath, spits out a rushed, “Yes. God, yes.”
Sparks fly behind his eyelids with how hard he keeps them squeezed shut, and the muscles in his arm strain with the effort of holding the pillow close to him in a vice grip. His hips stutter every few thrusts, and he chases a high that he can feel creeping up on him.
His pants still hug his hips, the fly open. The shirt has fallen back down his chest, the wet spot from his teeth and tongue and spit sticks to his stomach, caught between his body and the pillow and held there.
“Who’s making you feel this good?” Luis asks.
Under his breath, Leon answers. “You.”
The radiator hums. The rain patters against the window.
One hand leaves his hip to cup the side of his face. A thumb draws the outline of his lips, hovers at his Cupid’s bow. “Say my name, Leon.”
or;
In which Leon indulges in his fantasies and Luis overhears.
Bookmarked by beachdogs
08 Apr 2026