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Izzy misses the way he and Blackbeard used to fuck. It's not just him. But after everything that happened between them, Edward is wary of acting like Blackbeard again.
It’s only thanks to Bonnet that Izzy’s currently lying on his back on the table in the captains’ cabin, entirely naked except for his cravat, his heartbeat fast and loud in his ears, and goosebumps rising on his arms and legs despite the sultry heat of the Caribbean air.
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Reclaiming by nyromes
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
01 Aug 2020
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"I wish to try something," the redhead said, a flicker of nervousness in his eyes.
Fingon frowned but gave him a smile, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind Maedhros' ear and placing a kiss on his jaw. Hot air tickled the side of his face as the older Elf exhaled shakily.
He felt Maedhros' Fëa reach out to his and let himself fall into its embrace without fear for what he might find. He closed his eyes and sank into the gentle warmth and the steady soft light.
A couple of decades after Maedhros’ rescue from the mountain, Fingon visits his cousin in Himring, and Maedhros has a request.
Written as a sequel to my other fic, Recovering, but can be read as a standalone, too.Series
- Part 2 of Reconnecting
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Recovering by nyromes
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
06 May 2019
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"You should have killed me then," Maedhros shattered the silence, and the fragments drew blood as they tore into the younger one’s lungs. "You should have cut my throat, not my wrist."
His tone was tired but set, bearing down on the shards in Fingon’s chest. The dark-haired Elf brought his hand up to Maedhros’ shoulder, holding on as his breathing caught in his throat.
He shook his head.
"I couldn’t," he whispered. "My heart would have died alongside yours."
After his rescue from Thangorodrim, Maedhros is struggling to cope with the memories and with feelings of regret and self-doubt. Fingon, meanwhile, is doing what he can to help and reassure.
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Connor isn’t really surprised when Hank finds him on the Hart Plaza rooftop. But he needs to accomplish his mission. And Hank refuses to get out of his way.
The Lieutenant looks down, at the street below, then lets go of Connor's wrist and spreads his arms.
"Moment of truth, Connor..." he says, but the words lack the force to sound cynical. Instead, he simply sounds tired. His eyes meet Connor's with an expression that Connor has never been met with before.
Resignation, his program provides. Disappointment. Betrayal and pain.
And something in Connor suddenly breaks.
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A little more than a week after the revolution, Hank wakes up to find Connor still doubting the extent to which he is actually free.
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Reconnecting by nyromes
Fandom The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
01 Aug 2020
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Some of the pieces I've been working on for Bottom Ghost Week 2026 <3
(Art only!)Chapter 1: Intercrural Sex
Chapter 2: Knifeplay
Chapter 3: Lingerie
Chapter 4: Dry Humping
Chapter 5: RimmingSeries
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30 Aug 2026
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When Simon awakens as a ghost in an unfamiliar apartment, he remembers nothing of his past. The flat belongs to John, a young veteran who fills his days with rigid routines to keep his demons quiet. Bound to old dog tags, Simon is invisible to almost everyone. That changes when John puts the tags on. What begins as a fragile truce turns into something neither expected.
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30 Aug 2026
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After a mission gone wrong, medical professionals labeled Ghost a danger to himself and others. In an attempt to rehabilitate him before his return to the field, the born submissive was assigned ten sessions at a dynamic clinic designed to help him regulate since he didn't have an assigned dominant. Despite wishing to be left alone to deal with the fallout on his own, he met his new therapist and professional dom, Soap, who managed to challenge and comfort him in ways that he never imagined before.
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08 Jul 2026
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A Drop in the Ocean by WorldsForbidden for Sunday Cat
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
13 Sep 2026
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It was quiet for less than thirty minutes before the sounds of the humans returned, this time an awkward scramble of many footsteps and nearly as many voices. They came into view only a moment later, and his eyes widened at the sight of the large blue tarp-thing hung between two poles being carried by more than a dozen humans, each straining under the obvious weight.
A massive caudal fin hung from one end of the tarp, but it had been so heavily wrapped in soaked towels to keep it from drying out that it was impossible to see in any real detail. It was also, Johnny noticed with sudden unease, completely, utterly limp.
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31 May 2026
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“C’mon then, Johnny. All yours,” Ghost grinned, fully prepared to shove him back there if he was going to be a fucking bitch about it. Soap glared at him, fists clenching. Ghost gave him ten seconds, and then he was going to push and see if Soap would actually swing or would do what he was told.
Soap closed the distance between them without further prompting, sliding one hand around Ghost’s raised bicep and the other around his waist, a disconcertingly intimate embrace that left Ghost stunned for the brief moment it took for Soap to get himself where he needed to be. Then Soap was shoving his face into Ghost’s armpit and inhaling again, long and slow. The hand at the centre of Ghost’s back scrabbled at him, fisting in his shirt; the one on his bicep squeezed tight, tugging his arm down and adjusting its position so that Soap’s mouth and nose were well and truly wedged in with no access to clean air. Soap’s hips hitched, just a bit, brushing his crotch against Ghost’s leg.
Jesus fucking Christ.
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10 May 2026