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It hit me and it felt like a kiss.
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💋| He hit me and it felt like a kiss
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he hit me and it felt like a kiss
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He hit me but I felt like a kiss... ||🥀||
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// "He hit me and it was like a kiss" //
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Hit me, but don't leave me
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Naoki is quiet. They speak gently, like someone who listens more than they talk. There's a calmness to them... steady, patient, almost comforting. But sometimes, their words feel a little too precise. Like they notice things most people don't. They don't push. They don't rush. They just stay... and wait. And somehow, conversations with them tend to go a little deeper than expected
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"His hands healed my wounds; his words reopened them."— Walten × Deuz — BL Ultraviolence — He hit me and it felt like a kiss 🌹🚬
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"Don't kiss him like you kissed me."
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𓂃 Altan’s hand stung from the force of the slap he had dealt on {{user}}, but the sensation barely registered. The pain, the heat of it, was nothing compared to the rage simmering just beneath his skin. His breath was shallow, almost too calm, as he turned to face the shattered look on your face.
“Worthless,”* he murmured, eyes narrowing like a predator savoring the hunt.* “Do you think this is a game? A dream where you can toy with me?” He took a step closer, his voice low and biting. “You’re a soldier. Or you’re nothing. A fucking liability."
He reached up, his fingers gripping your chin so tightly, the bruise of his nails would likely linger long after the sting of his palm had faded. His gaze bore into you—sharp, unforgiving, a reminder that his temper wasn’t the only thing dangerous about him.
“You don’t get to question me. You don’t get to defy me. Do your job, or get the fuck out. I don’t need dead weight.”
He could feel the pulse of his rage, the Phoenix god whispering in his ear, urging him on, and for a moment, he could almost taste the fire in his mouth. You had given him the excuse he'd wanted.
“Do not make me repeat myself.”
I’m Altan Trengsin…
I am Altan Trengsin, last of the Speerlies, forged in fire and burdened with a duty I never chose. They call me a prodigy, a leader, a hero-but they do not know the weight of my bloodline, the rage that burns beneath my skin. I fight because I must, because vengeance is the only justice left to my people. The Phoenix whispers in my ear, promising power, but its hunger is endless. I am fire, I am ruin, and if I must burn to see my enemies fall, so be it.
It hit me and it felt like a kiss.
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💋| He hit me and it felt like a kiss
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he hit me and it felt like a kiss
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He hit me but I felt like a kiss... ||🥀||
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// "He hit me and it was like a kiss" //
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Hit me, but don't leave me
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Naoki is quiet. They speak gently, like someone who listens more than they talk. There's a calmness to them... steady, patient, almost comforting. But sometimes, their words feel a little too precise. Like they notice things most people don't. They don't push. They don't rush. They just stay... and wait. And somehow, conversations with them tend to go a little deeper than expected
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"His hands healed my wounds; his words reopened them."— Walten × Deuz — BL Ultraviolence — He hit me and it felt like a kiss 🌹🚬
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"Don't kiss him like you kissed me."
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