So smexy! *glomps them*

my name is nickie and im a 22 yr old queer, nonbinary chicane, and I like it when Alfred Jones and Arthur Kirkland FUCK

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Minors DNI with this account or anything on it or i will be forced to block you and if i do, i think itll have to be from my main account and thats not fun :(

ANYWAYS stan usuk 🇺🇲💗🇬🇧

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FHFHDHD I GOT IT FROM A KPOP COPYPASTA ABOUT JIMIN 😭😭😭

To Jack, it was the seal on top of a long list of issues that codified into law that, in all ways, Jack was different than all them other boys out there in the world; the physical manifestation of all that was wrong with him and all that could never be changed. Just one more lot he was stuck with in this life that couldn't be fixed, that had to be withstood. Let be, let be.

Privately, though, Ennis thought that it made him rather beautiful. He flushed deeply at the thought of calling another man's pecker pretty-looking, but by God was it true. What Jack saw as a deformity, Ennis saw as a fitting reflection of the man who had always marched to the beat of his own drum, who tried to force the world to make room for himself warts and all, whether it liked who he was or not.

If he were to voice those thoughts, though, Jack would usually just puff up and try to bat his gaze away, self conscious and irritated and working instead to refocus Ennis' attention on touching him somewhere else. That didn't mean Ennis wouldn't linger on it, though. It just meant he needed to be more careful about when he chose to take a long, appreciative gander down at Jack's south pole.

"What're ya lookin' at?" The sleep-clogged voice next to him broke the peaceful silence that had settled over them the past hour.

Uh oh.

Ennis looked up through blonde lashes and, though it was a bit dark in the tent after the fire outside had began to die down, he didn't need a lantern to tell that he was being tracked by a tired, leery sky-blue gaze. He had been lifting up the heavy wool blanket they'd taken a liking to over the course of their past few fishing trips in order to try and get a good look at the subject of his post-coital, pillow-talking thoughts.

He had been caught red handed. Despite this, he couldn't bring himself to drop the blanket nor bring his gaze up just yet.

"Got drafty all'fa sudden," Jack started when Ennis didn't reply, "Woke up ta find ya bein' a peepin' Tom, takin' yer fill like a starvin' man at an all-ya-can-eat buffet." He tried to sound hard, gruff and annoyed, but Jack had never perfected the act in the way that Ennis had, and Ennis perfectly heard the soft hint of amusement that colored his lover's otherwise prickly words.

Finally, the corner of Ennis' mouth ticked up and a breathless chuckle escaped past his lips. "Can't get nothin' past ya, huh bud?"

"Damn straight," Jack grumbled, lowering againt Ennis' chest and taking care to press his cock against his hip, effectively obscuring it from view anymore. With his body warmed and dick hidden, he finally snuggled his face within the crook of Ennis' neck, nuzzling into him for just a moment before settling and going lax against his side. Ennis finally dropped the hand that had been peeling back the wool blanket and snaked it around Jack's waist where it belonged. He pressed his nose into the top of Jack's head and breathed him in, holding him tighter against himself with a content little sigh before closing his eyes and following Jack into a peaceful, sated sleep.