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A Temporary Conjunction by HallenHop (HarazIngot), HarazIngot
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
06 Jan 2026
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“I didn’t exactly have this in mind when suggesting sex, Nilly. You’re so… blegh, about it!”
“Apologies, Bluebird. Are you feeling vulnerable?”
OR: Pure Vanillia and Shadow Milk fuck
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09 Mar 2026
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Roy always has something in his mouth. At first, it was cigarettes, then menthol sticks, then gum, and pens, the necklace he wears, everything. Jason’s sure he’d chew on rocks if he could. He’s started carrying around cough drops in his pockets to give to Roy when they're on long stakeouts to keep him from putting fucking arrows in his mouth.
So it really shouldn’t be a surprise that this carries over into their bedroom activities.
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09 Mar 2026
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The fragile confidence he’d clung to is slowly stripped away, and hesitantly, Till raises his hands, lifting the red pom-poms streaked with white to chest-height. They tremble far too much — clearly nerves, not any attempt at flair.
“Ch… Cheer up,” he mumbles, instantly regretting it, adding on almost mortified, “I mean— cheering you on.”
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06 Mar 2026
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C: I bet you wouldn't be able to go a week without me.
Their thread falls silent for a moment, which makes Clark's face go uncomfortably cold. His fingers are already starting to type some bullshit distraction, anything to get Bruce back to him when--
B: I can.
B: You think I can't?
C: B.. I didn't mean it like that.
B: No, you did. Fine. Let's do it. A week without sex.It started as a challenge; what if Bruce Wayne had to go through a week without sex? Clark is about to find out just how sexually driven his boyfriend is, while Bruce throws all possible tricks at Clark to get him to submit to his innate desires.
Or: Bruce is VERY horny and Clark has to come to terms with the fact that he is, in fact, a simp for Bruce.
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05 Mar 2026
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Clark wouldn’t describe his recent habit of staring at Bruce’s crotch as purposeful.
It’s just always there—snaring his attention the second Bruce’s firm thighs part like he’s honing in on a beacon across the globe. Whether he’s tinkering over a workbench, typing at one of the computers in the cave, or conducting a meeting around the Hall's table, Bruce sits with his legs wide open, and Clark finds his gaze rapt on the sight.
Bruce is a manspreader.