sunrise in the brownstone ⛅️

It wasn't me. It was the voices.

Ox belongs to @itsxroxannex

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas

>: )

Buck feels… broken. But it’s not a bad feeling. Not broken like a porcelain plate, or a mirror - but broken like a glowstick. Cracked wide open to find an array of bright, dizzying colors within him.

into the blue

E || [uncensored art & full ficlet on ao3]

“This is. My goddamn favorite. Way to have you, you know that?” Henry asks, voice strained, thick with his own sounds of pleasure as he watches Alex’s eyes somehow roll even further to the back of his head, the corners of his open mouth twitching upwards. “Panting. Like a bitch in heat,” he adds, just because he knows what it does to Alex to hear his posh accent curl around absolutely heinously filthy phrases. “Drooling. Like an animal. Just because you’re getting. Some arse.”

Alex immediately shakes his head, and Henry grins. Bingo.

commission for @doublecheekedkinard ♡