you know as much as I love my squishy cheeked baby boy version of Alex, I do ADORE sharp, Beat Down By Life And Beating Life Back, disillusioned but ambitious Alex. I need to get drunk and do some light vandalism with him
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my Daddy’s actually the cutest ever (*/ω\*)
he’s so right too LMAO i might use a lyric from here for my kawata twins fic title omg <333
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i think fat enjolras would give great hugs
YESYEYSYEUSY
HE WOULD
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he eventually slows to a stop when he’s completely filled you with his load and feels you come down as well. he doesn’t pull out yet, still keeping you plugged with his cock and cum as he brings his face up to yours and pressing a much needed kiss against your lips.
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i hum into his mouth, feeling so incredibly full with his cock still stuffed in me. when he breaks the kiss, i pull his face down to hide in my neck, and i lock my arms around his neck, letting out a deep sigh. i dont wanna go to work today.. ‘m scared..
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hii idk if request r open but what abt rafe going down on u after just getting his buzzcut and u try pulling his hair but u cant so u start whining abt it and get a little teary eyed cuz u love his hair n then he promises to grow it back for u🥹☝🏼
you try to sit up for a moment, but rafe's still having his way between your legs, so you end up thudding back down against his sheets, a stray moan leaving your mouth.
you do what you always do—run your fingers through rafe's hair and try to push him closer, or sometimes further away when it's getting to be too much, even though you're not nearly strong enough to actually do so, but today your fingers fall short. they're searching for what they usually find but are being greeted by nothing but the short hairs of rafe's new buzzcut.
you flop against the sheet, trying your hardest to shut your legs.
"rafe-" you get out, and he takes it as a sign to keep going, to go harder. you let out another moan but are determined to get him to listen, closing your thighs around his head. he finally looks up, mad that you're trying to get him to stop, eyes blown with lust, mouth wet with your juices. you bite your cheek, wondering why you would ever make him stop when he's like this.
"what? m'busy."
"this isn't the same."
rafe looks back down at your pussy, and then back up at you.
"looks the same to me."
"no, rafe, your hair. this isn't the same. it's no fun now," you whine, face twisting into a sad pout—really, you are sad. you think sadly for a moment there's nothing you like more than rafe's long hair.
"no fun? really?" rafe pushes in two fingers to your wet hole suddenly, making you gasp and clench around him. "she's having fun. i can tell. look how fuckin' wet you are."
"i-um, oh-" rafe adds a third finger, pushing in and out of you quickly. you can't stay still, head tipping back, noises spilling out. rafe mocks your moans.
"no fun. shut up."
he makes you cum twice like that, probably just to punish you for even acting up. you take it without a complaint after that. later that night, when you're about to fall asleep, you feel the soft press of his lips on your forehead.
"it'll grow back, kid, don't worry."
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