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Another routine night goes awry when the server updates, or in their case, a deepace tunnel reset, goes wrong. Caleb, being Caleb, gets a feeling that something is not quite right and decides he's going to get to the bottom of it. Little did he know he picked one hell of a wormhole to dive into.
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Though there are many differences between the two shards of souls that was Zayne, most of them are merely a representation of two sides of the same coin-one soft, one harsh.
But the more gnarly ones were better hidden.
"Tell me I'm not dreaming,"
Sweet, rasping breath brands the skin of my shoulder where it lingers, and my heart clenches.
“Please, don’t hate me for this.”
Low and rough, his voice wavers, in sync with the trembling of his searing fingertips where it travels up the bend of my arm.
The long hem of his sweater hedges upwards and my lip catches between teeth, shivering as his steady, chilled hands skims over the exposed torso, tenderly, hesitantly, so softly.
“I just... need...”
His voice cracks, each word drags painfully as if he were a sinner confessing to the true sickening depth of his darkest vices.
“A taste of you.”Or~
A Metaflux blast causes you to end up in Dawnbreakers world. A count down of 72 hours starts to the moment of your return. How will the two of you spend it until then?
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Synthesize by flux_eterna for ShudderShock
Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect - All Media Types
25 Nov 2017
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Shepard helps Legion sate his curiosity.
Original prompt: "Spread your legs for me."
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04 Sep 2025
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Zayne was always calm. Controlled. Your quietly assertive, possessive fiancé who loved you with worshipful hands and unwavering devotion, even when you tested the very edge of his patience. But tonight, your brattiness goes too far, and in provoking him, you awaken a side of your sweet doctor neither of you knew existed. You’re not just put in your place—you’re undone. Ruined. Stripped of control and broken down until your defiance melts into desperation, begging to prove to him that you can truly be his good girl…
…And his perfect little slut.
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30 Aug 2025
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The red in his cheeks is fading to a healthier pink, at least, and you feel brave enough, soft enough, to press your lips to his forehead, the sparkle of blue on his cheekbone. He shudders in his sleep, poor, beautiful boy, and you can’t help a quiet laugh as you thumb his hair out of his face. No, you’ll never, ever hurt him. You love him too much. You should tell him more often. You should tell him when he wakes up.
Your knuckles brush over his brow, smoothing out the furrow there, and you rest your hand on his neck, thumbing the line of his jaw. And this time, when he sighs, oh, his whole body seems to do it, so beautiful, so, oh, you could just…
Wait a minute.
What day is it again?
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Or: the universe really did something, making you ovulate on Ebb Day, of all days.
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17 May 2025