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onthewaytosomewhere · 4 months
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Hihi! Would love a ficlet from #3. (name/pronoun) is quite frankly, fucked.
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oh jamie this one was so fun as i was able to do the henry pov of the alex one i already had started when i got ur request 💚💚
hope ya like it luv!
Henry is, quite frankly, fucked. He has no clue how he let this get to this point, but here he is, sitting in the middle of the floor of their living room, in the apartment they’ve shared for almost three years now. As per usual, on Sunday mornings, Alex sits across from him in nothing but a pair of shorts that do very little to hide the fact that he has nothing beneath them. They start this tradition of late Sunday indoor picnic breakfasts shortly after moving in. The first one begins entirely by happenstance, a result of the hangovers they’re both suffering after a sort of apartment-warming thing Pez insisted they needed to have. Henry loves living with Alex. Even this year, when he’s busy writing and working his just-more-than-part-time job in an editor’s office, while Alex is crazy with his last year of his bachelor's program and deciding if law school is his next step or something else. They both have their moments of ‘why are you the way you are?’ but he wouldn’t want to live with anyone else. Of course, that has nothing to do with the fact that he’s been in love with Alex since before they even moved in together. No matter how much Pez and Bea would tell him, it does. But none of that matters at the moment when he can feel himself salivating at the glimpses of the outline of Alex’s cock in those thin worn-out shorts he wears when home. He’s put up with these shorts for almost three years, and they’ve gotten more worn over time. Today, paired with the lack of anything beneath them and the series of shitty dates he’s been on in an attempt to break the hold that Alex has on him, they finally break him. Alex is in the middle of telling him something he’s not able to pay attention to, and he stretches mid-sentence, and those shorts shift, and Henry swears he can practically see the veins of Alex’s cock. It’s too much, but not nearly enough if he’s being honest. He scoots closer to Alex, somehow without him even noticing, and Henry takes his chance as Alex takes a breath between sentences. He kisses Alex, his best friend and roommate, and at first, Alex just lets him kiss him, sitting there practically frozen, and Henry is certain he has ruined everything. He goes to pull away, apology ready, when Alex grabs his shoulder and pulls him back. Alex kisses him back, and it is everything he’s ever wanted. Alex deepens the kiss, and his tongue finds its way into Henry’s mouth. It is at that moment that Henry realizes that Alex is actually kissing him back. And he has never been so scared in his life. This can’t be happening, can it? He pulls back and sees the dazed, maybe confused look in Alex’s eyes, and he is certain he has messed everything up. He stands up, mutters, “I’m so sorry, Alex,” and runs. He runs to the door, grabbing his keys and sliding his shoes faster than he ever has, and he’s out and gone, leaving behind what he’s certain is the shattered remnants of the best thing that ever happened to him.
this can also be found on ao3 if you'd rather, they'll all be there as they get written
this is part of a pair and goes with it's alex complement
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demadogs · 2 years
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i think im the only person who doesnt want a full on makeout session for bylers first kiss
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swan2swan · 3 months
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Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.
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slitherpunk · 1 year
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judas was probably like "jesus has pulled off so many wacky things, he'll get out of this one lickity split, and i get three shiny coins out of it, too"
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greykolla-art · 6 months
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Alastor: “Now, let’s talk about literally anything else please!”
Me: “Good! Cause I don’t know where you went so I can’t go further with this!😂”
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startreklesbian · 6 months
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Happy birthday to me i guess
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n4rval · 4 months
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i lied. here's a bonus.
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mothgenes · 1 month
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i need to psychoanalyze him fr .
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cosmicisbored · 6 months
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eklmrlos · 3 months
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they are finally free
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lotus-pear · 1 month
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he’s begging kuni to let them eat pancakes for dinner
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blondie-drawings · 7 months
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KISS! THAT! ANDROID!
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lenin-it-to-win-it · 2 years
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Frodo: Sam hates Gollum, but that is what I shall become once I have lost myself to the ring... he’ll despise me... 
Sam if Frodo did turn into a Gollum: That’s a very nice fish you caught with your bare hands, Mr. Frodo, and its very smart of you to eat it raw, saves us the trouble of starting a fire. I knitted you a sweater in case you get cold running around in that loincloth of yours. Is the sun hurting your eyes? I’ll kill it if it’s bothering you. I’ll kill the sun
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bi-writes · 5 months
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can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)
greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."
you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.
you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.
you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."
you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.
he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.
he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.
he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.
ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.
yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.
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beybuniki · 6 months
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happy yaoi friday to 19yo bakugo for having his sexuality crisis & to deku for helping out
might add some more thoughts tmrw but this was fun i think young adult bakugo would have some things to sort out help
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qifreyplushie · 6 months
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his waggles have been haunting me
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