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those with teeth by green_postit
Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
15 May 2016
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Poe doesn't move an inch; his eyes fully dilated; mouth licked a slick pink, cheeks flushed pretty with color.
He's gorgeous.
Ben wants him so much he's sick with it.
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- Part 1 of gone all the agonists
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27 Jun 2026
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Lost To Me by red0aktree
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
27 Dec 2015
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Poe met Ben Solo when he was too young to even know what it meant to meet someone.
Poe met Kylo Ren years later.
Separating the prince of the First Order from the boy he grew up with proves more difficult than the pilot could ever imagine.
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Based on the idea that since Poe and Kylo were both raised in the Resistance, it's possible that they knew each other.
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27 Jun 2026
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“Do you know what it’s like,” Langdon presses on, “coming back to work after ten fucking months, and no one will dare to speak to me, like I’ve got some kind of contagious disease or something? I’m an addict, yes. I’ve made several mistakes, yes. I— everything you said, I fucked you over, I lied to you. All of it. You’ve said it, man. I’m not trying to contradict you, it’s just— It’s been almost a year of it being the only thing you’ve said to me.”
Robby shakes his head, a mirthless, almost disbelieving smile on his lips.
Langdon has been back at the Pitt for a while now, and Robby's done everything in his power to ignore him — until Langdon can't stand it any longer, and what started as a fight unravels a tangle of hard truths about their relationship that they'd sweeped under the rug, and suddenly want to step into the light.
Or, maybe love and forgiveness are the same thing, in the end.
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21 Jun 2026
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Robby leaves his pets unsupervised, so they take the opportunity to misbehave.
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16 Jun 2026
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There by the kitchen window was Frank, a silhouette against the early morning sun. His hair was fluffy, and he looked biteable in boxer shorts and one of Robby's t-shirts. Robby's breath hitched as he noticed how loosely it fitted around that narrow waist. He loved pressing his hands into the divots above those prominent hipbones, into the well-defined abdominal muscles. How his large hands could press and squeeze and hold him there.
Or, our boys share a slow morning and breakfast.
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11 Jun 2026