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  1. Public Bookmark 41

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    " On a small whiteboard nailed to the wood, written in red, scruffy letters, was the name SIMON. No last name, no cute little doodle to match like the other doors he'd seen on his way there. Simply Simon.

    "Short and sweet. I can do short and sweet. I can definitely take a short and sweet guy." He muttered, then awkwardly smiling when a girl half his age passed by. "H-Hey. Hi. I'm new."

    She averted her mascara-framed eyes without replying, picking up her pace like he was some kind of old, fruity-looking weirdo talking to the walls. "

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    A modern BloodyMary College/Roommates Au with some Soulmateism sprinkled in!

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    24 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 5

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    Ryland is a freshman in college, walking next to his not so best friend Eva Stratt. When he gets to his first physics class and spots the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. Soon one thing leads to another, They can’t tell anybody about what they've been up to, right?

    Don’t think I haven't noticed the lack of this kind of fic, I'm here to fix that because they are FREAKS. Im looking at YOU RYLAND GRACE

    Grace goes by Ryland in my AU in college because he's not a teacher yet.

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    24 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 80

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    My chest tightened and my breaths came in fast. What have I done? He trusted me. I told him he’d be safe here. The first human I met in years, and then I do this? Tears started rushing down my face. “S-Simon, I’m so—”

    A gentle hand cups my face. He has no anger, no disgust in his gaze. Only a deep, burning desire. He wiped the tears from my cheeks, tender and sweet. His hand moved down to my thigh as he sank down to his knees.

    “Simon?”

    “My angel,” he sighed, nothing less than devotion in his voice. His hand slid up my thigh before gently taking hold of my shaft.

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    New human on Erid. Thinks Grace is an angel. It gets dubious. Reader beware, you’re in for a scare.

    (Shout out to itspenutbutterjellycrime on Tumblr for title suggestion)

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    24 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 45

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    Grace wet his lips instinctively as he watched the increasingly twitchy organ with a renewed and heated interest. He found that his thoughts began to wander.

    What would taking all of that even feel like? What would it be like to have something so large...well-

    If he was being totally honest in his thoughts what would it feel like to have anything inside himself? The only experience he had so far was with literally one of Rocky’s fingers and that was it.

    There was just no way.

    But- maybe-

    Maybe he could work up to it?

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    or, alternatively: grace still has a big dick, rocky is still enjoying it, but now maybe grace is wanting a little taste.

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    24 Jun 2026

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    Simon has a problem. If it’s left up to him, he’ll try to take it to his grave.
    Grace isn’t able to try the same, not for this.

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    Simon can’t tell if Grace actually glances down to his lips as he puts his glasses back on his nose or if it’s just his own wishful thinking, as it happened in the blink of an eye, if it happened at all. “I, uh, was wondering, only if, well, I-,” Grace quickly averts his gaze, shaking his head with a nervous laugh, “You know what, never-”

    Still reeling too much from his debatably imagined glace, Simon reaches across Grace’s space, placing his hand down in the space between Grace’s thigh and his hand. “Use your words, Grace.” One of his brows twitch, not nearly as patient as Grace is. “I hate guessing games, so spit it out.”

    The nervous grin never leaves Grace’s lips and the bulb above the stove highlights the way blood rushes to his cheeks.

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    23 Jun 2026