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His thoughts falter, stumbling over themselves, and a heavy confusion settles over him. He blinks, tries to pull himself back, but when his gaze clears, he’s looking up at Ford from the floor. His knees have given out without warning, his body folded down beneath him, but he can’t remember the exact moment it happened.
When… when did I…?
And then it hits him, a dizzying wave of realisation, mocking and brutal. Oh, he thinks faintly, way to go, moron. You’re blacking out.
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06 Jun 2026
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tell me how much you hate me by Rhysands_Wingspan
Fandoms: The Empyrean - Rebecca Yarros
05 Feb 2025
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“That’s it, you’re such a mess around my cock, aren’t you Sloane?”She has to choke out her words, feeling like her body is aflame as she stares into his eyes. “I want to fucking kill you”
He has the audacity to groan at her words, and before she can think on it any further, his next thrust is so hard it sends her mind scattering.
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Ford lunges without thought, his body a sharp, fluid motion honed in places with no sun, no sky. His hand clamps onto Stan’s shirt, fingers knotting into the fabric with a grip like iron. His brother jerks back, startled, the faintest flinch rippling through him. Ford barely registers it.
His other hand reaches out, moving with purpose, tearing the hallway closet door open with a force that rattles the frame. The sound echoes, sharp and jarring, but he doesn’t pause. He shoves Stan inside, the action automatic, instinctual. His grip doesn’t loosen until Stan’s shoulders hit the back of the cramped space.
The door slams shut, the lock clicking with a cold finality.
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Something is wrong.
When Stanford wakes up with less than the usual amount of injuries and a new tape to play, he discovers that the demon wants to play a new game with him, and the stakes are higher than ever before.
He just hopes he isn't too late.
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25 May 2026
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Ford doesn’t get his morning coffee for his 2-week insomnia run. He panics. You come home. He’s angry, because he burned himself trying to make coffee that morning because you weren’t there. His routine got ruined, and he lashes out at you because now his whole day is ruined. What a big fucking baby. You pour all of the coffee beans down the drain in defiance. He walks forward initially with the intent of retrieving the coffee beans, but then his body just. Moves on its own. And then he’s kissing you and running his lips over every patch of skin he can find and he really just wanted you home. He really missed you.