Ziggerman
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you tell me it feels a little colder. by Ziggerman for Phantom_Feather
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
22 Oct 2024
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Sergio was just one of the crowd. He never excelled in anything, not in sport, not in studies, not even in love.
It surprised no one when his subgenre was revealed, an ordinary beta, without the arrogance and boldness of an alpha or the delicacy and wisdom of an omega.
So he went unnoticed for most of his life and, as this was the only reality he knew, he just went with the flow, not against it.
His youth disappeared in the blink of an eye, since he was constantly busy with the different jobs he had to do to survive and pay the tuition fees for the gastronomy course of his dreams.
He had no time to think about himself, he had been living for others, and now it was going to be no different. A star of the show had hired him as his personal chef.
Sergio thought it would be just another regular part-time job, preparing almost carb-free small plates for spoiled, arrogant models. The only problem was that, to his boss, Sergio was not an invisible ghost.
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two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer. by Ziggerman
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
28 Apr 2024
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His body ached with every effort. One of the bullets had grazed his left thigh and the other was still lodged in his shoulder. His eyelids were threatening to close, but his survival instinct was over the top, forcing his heart to keep beating. Price had only managed to get a few steps away from the enemy's safe house, and then fell like a sack of shit in the thick snow. He wrapped his trembling hands around his stomach, gritting his teeth as he tried to get to his knees, but his feet failed him and he fell flat on his face. Even God seemed to have abandoned him and ignored his pleas.
But there, just a few metres from where the honourable captain of TF 1-4-1 lay, was the mercenary he had sworn to capture. The last thing Price remembers was cursing into the wind for the stranger to go away, then his eyes betrayed him, giving in to exhaustion, leaving his body at the hands of the one who in everyone's eyes was bathed in dirty blood.
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John trembled under the grip, feeling unable to fight back at that moment. The back of his head was wrapped tightly around a large hand with long fingers that tugged at his hair, keeping him still and tilting his chin to get a better angle. The huge weight of the younger man on his body left him vulnerable, his body like jelly, soft and compliant, his lips being taken and devoured greedily. His brain was going into overdrive with all the sensations of bites and his tongue being played with and sucked, his heart beating like crazy in his ribcage. The messy, thin sheets were the only thing he could hold onto to keep himself aware that he was still landing on earth and that this was actually happening.
''S-Simon! W-Wait...'' His attempt to push him off or at least catch his breath and escape the attack was futile, as his voice was cut off and turned into a surprised moan when the man leaned over and snuck a knee between his legs, trapping him between his chubby thighs. And Simon wasted no time in quickly seizing his chance and swallowing John's involuntary whimpers. Holding him captive in his trap of lust and desire.
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Simon was just a rebellious young fighter who took part in illegal brawls for money.
John was a famous former boxer who stopped his career and retired in his prime.
Somehow, their lives met.
And since then, a series of encounters and bad communication problems led them to get closer. -
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"P-Please...I beg you...b-be quick..." He simply expected to be killed, and If John hadn't known what he was saying, he wouldn't have heard the words whispered in such a low tone. The skin over his stomach quivered as claws strode up, carefully taking care not to bruise him. The intruding fingers descended to his waist and closed over his entire surrounds, practically enveloping him completely.
"I will not hurt you, my pet. I implore you to trust me..."