Broken Words: Chapter 12
All francis was, and had ever been, was a beautiful string of broken words. he had destroyed the meaning of every single word that jayden had thought he'd understood. but, at least it'd make things feel normal again.
A Spare in the Trunk: Better Than Words
“imagine if…well i don’t know what the human version would be, but it’s rude to ask me, take my word.” “but it’s nice,” he said, pushing back against her snout. “it _is_ nice. it’s better than words.
Broken Words: Chapter 8
The words that came out of her mouth though, were concise and with the perfect meaning; she was one of those rare people who could use big words and really knew what they meant.
Broken Words: Chapter 9
Fighting what he really wanted to feel at those words, he rubbed the back his neck, sinking deeper towards the back of his chair. francis had ditched him for a girl?
Broken Words: Chapter 14
The words seemed to flow from his mouth with grace and meaning like they were the very words he'd been meaning to say the whole time they'd been hiding in the car. "what happened?"
Without Words
Without words snow swirled through the air, the waltz of winter gently falling. some came to rest on the trees, others in the fields of grass, large and small.
The Domination of the 'Two 2
_strip._ another word, and he was kicking off his shoes, his body obeying the trigger word without him having a chance to ask what the hell was happening.
Sharing the Word
"every word, pastor reks." the sensation returned, and lucien leaned back in the seat with a sigh. damn, first class seats were sure plush. it was going to be a long flight. at least pastor reks seemed personable.
[COMM] Growing Goatmom (4200 words)
Story by ThisAccountDoesExist "Mmmmfff... Oh goodness, w-what time is it?" Toriel sat up in her bed, propping herself up against the ornate wooden headboard and rubbing her eyes. The room was completely dark and silent, and even without...
Broken Words: Chapter 11
#11 of broken words **chapter 11** not much had changed in his life in reality, but he still felt like he had nothing real left in it.
Choice Words (Gift-fic for Zwoosh)
It took almost a month to bring him out of his shell, and now we were mere words away from getting what we both wanted. he needed a job, i needed a fling.
You Break it You Bought It
But why would you even need a safe word?"