i browse ao3. i see zoro described as emotionless. i exit ao3.
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Official request for ficlet involving Bowie Inspired Boots because you write the best kink!
no YOU write the best kink!! but i humbly offer this to you anyway bestie <3 this is rated porn!
Henry stands in the full length mirror and admires himself. His hair is out of its customary coif, flopping in his eyes. He's wearing a pair of tight jeans and a mesh shirt. The real kicker--pun intended-- is the shoes. Henry is wearing a pair of go-go boots inspired by David Bowie. They have a blue glittery heel, a large red lightning bolt on the main part of the shoe.
Alex? Alex is practically drooling.
This Henry did not exist six months ago, before their move to New York. This Henry had been locked away, curled up, hidden from sight, and now that he is here, living with Alex, he is allowed to be out in the open. Henry loves boots with heels and mesh shirts and the occasional nice set of lingerie. It is both surprising and entirely what Alex expected of him.
Alex comes into the room and stands behind him, circles his arms around Henry's waist and leans his head on Henry's shoulder. "You look fucking good, baby."
"Do, don't I?" Henry says with an air of confidence that fills Alex with happiness.
"You do. Those boots are..."
"Wham bam, thank you, ma'am?" The smile on Henry's face is contagious. He's so proud of himself.
"That's about the size of it," Alex says, chuckling. Alex's hands wander south, palming Henry through the tight fabric of his jeans. "They're really working for me."
Henry hums a little, his hips thrusting up just the tiniest bit to rub against Alex's hand. Alex, in turn, undoes the button on Henry's jeans, licks his palm, and slips his hands inside his briefs.
"You're so pretty, baby," Alex croons in Henry's ear as he starts to stroke, increasing in speed. "It took everything in me not to pin you to the ground when I came in here and saw you in these fucking boots."
Henry's eyes are heavy-lidded, his mouth hanging open as little grunts of pleasure slip out. "Alex," he murmurs, then he opens his eyes and watches himself in the mirror. Fuck, Alex thinks. He knows how good he looks.
"I want you to watch," Alex says in Henry's ear, jerking him off harder and faster. "Want you to watch in the mirror at what kind of man you've become since coming here. The kind in fancy boots and mesh shirts, the kind who absolutely loves when his boyfriend makes him feel pretty and desirable."
The power of Bowie and a beautiful pair of boots fills both of them as Henry lets out a sharp wail and comes into Alex's hand after a few more moments. He stares directly into Alex's eyes in the mirror as he comes, desperate and wild-eyed. His legs are shaking, the heels of the boots clattering a little on the floor, and Alex licks the stray drop of sweat dripping down Henry's cheek.
"How was it?" Alex asks, and Henry nods wildly.
"You're a starman," Henry says, and Alex throws back his head and laughs.
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sometimes i have trouble reconciling all the different versions of ocelot in my head but looking at mgs3 and mgs4 ocelot in particular is like....oh wow it really IS the same person just 50 years and countless human rights violations later
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