Phantomenace
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Maybe she's tired of the limitations of wealth, the grandeur, the opulence. Maybe she's tired of seeing the same people day in and day out whose only substance is composed of the drugs they snort. But without that, there's only Yang - Yang who smirks at her like there's a joke she's never in on, who shows up in spaces she doesn't belong and makes them want her.
Belladonna, Yang says, her eyes glittering as if opalescent. I’ve been bored.
Nobody ever talks back to rich kids, and Blake loves it a little more than she dares to admit. That doesn’t last. It never does.
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05 Jul 2025
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“Safeword?” Yang asks, breath hot against the inside of her ear; she skims her teeth over her earlobe, and purposefully, slowly exhales. Blake’s shiver is almost violent in its response, goosebumps erupting over her skin. Kisses from her cheekbone to the corner of her mouth. Kisses skin like it belongs to her.
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Most nights spent together involve laughing at comedy specials (Lena’s choice) or horror movies (Amélie’s choice), snuggled up on Lena’s couch and sharing a snack after a long day at work.
They just tend to have a lot of sex, too.
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- Part 2 of Ticket to Ride
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04 Jul 2025
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For the past three months, Lena Oxton has been flirting with a beautiful Frenchwoman on her way to and from work.
... Well. Not quite flirting.
Flirting implies they’ve done much speaking.
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- Part 1 of Ticket to Ride
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04 Jul 2025
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“Hang on. Are you... touching yourself?” Tracer sounded surprised, awed.
“Don't be stupid,” Widowmaker breathlessly replied as she rubbed herself through her suit.
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04 Jul 2025
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it was only a kiss (but oh, what a kiss) by thirteenohtwo
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
10 Apr 2019
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Purple eyes roll up to the sky in such a dramatic fashion that it eases the tension in Beau’s gut. “Oh my gods, Beau, of course it’s dishonest. It’s literally dishonest. So, you want to makeout with me or not?”
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02 Jul 2025