#''this is not the buck we know and love!''

[faithshouseofchaos]

Good boy — Lando Norris x reader

Word count 1k

Warnings— sub Lando, dom reader , teasing, smutish

It’s three am right now I should definitely be asleep 🔪🔪 also I don’t know how I feel about this 😭

“You did so well today baby” you cooed with your hand around Lando’s throat lightly applying pressure just the way he likes. Lando wines his hips bucking up into you. Lando had his hands on your ass bringing you flushed against him. You had one arm wrapped around Lando’s shoulder and the other with his hair tugging at his curls letting out a moan as he kissed your chest.

Lando’s eyes roll back with the moans and praises coming from your mouth. Lando’s head leans back revealing his neck and the hickeys that lead to his chest. You took this as a chance to kiss his neck and create more hickeys. Lando moans your name like a prayer, the way you touched him was like worshiping a god, a god he worshiped. Lando’s breath hitches his tongue against his skin as you make a trail of fire across his collarbone. Lando grabbed your face and connected the two of you in a heated kiss. The kiss was hard and passionate. Lando’s hands roamed your body like your body was the entire universe.

The kiss continued on with Lando trying to take control and failing. You broke it off to kiss his neck and gently bite into his sensitive areas. Lando wined and whimpered his hands trying to take control again which you didn’t let him. “Uh uh.” you scolded, “who’s in charge?”

Lando tried to act defiant but you knew he loved this. He whined and whimpered before begrudgingly replying “You are…”

You smiled, “that’s right…now listen to me like a good boy.” You pulled back and looked down at Lando. He was panting and blushing, red starting from his cheeks and going down below his neck. He looked up at you with big eyes and nodded obediently, “Yes ma’am.”

Hearing him call you “ma’am” did things to you but you couldn’t let him know that. Instead you gave him a playful smirk and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “good boy.”

Lando’s breath hitched his hands clenching the sheets. He loved being called that and you knew it. You sat up and straddled him now, his hands going to your hips and gripping desperately. You looked down at him, seeing how he looked all flustered and flustered for you, you took it as a moment to admire the man below you. His hair sticking to his face in curls, his chest rising and falling quickly, and of course the pleading look in his eyes.

Lando looked up at you pleadingly, “please,” he whispered. You knew what he was asking you for but wanted to push him more. You tilted your head and acted clueless, “please what?”

Lando groaned in frustration before speaking again, “y-you know what I want…” he said softly refusing to meet your gaze. You gripped his chin and forced him to look at you, “Use your words. Tell me what you want, baby.” Lando squirmed under your touch, he was embarrassed but he wanted you and you knew that. “Please,” he said more firmly now, “I need you.”

He looked at you with pleading eyes, practically begging you to touch him, to give him the attention he craved from you. You took in a breath and ran your thumb over his chin. “You’re so pretty when you're begging darling. But you need to be more specific.” you said in a sultry tone, keeping your composure as best you could. You knew how much this was affecting him and that only fueled your desire to torment him more.

Lando's face flushed deeper at your words. He knew you were going to play this game. It drove him crazy how you could be so composed while he was practically falling apart beneath you, but he wouldn't put up a fight because he knew it made it even hotter.

“Touch me…please“ Lando pleaded looking up at you, his hands still on your hips not wanting you to move away from him. You chuckled, “There we go. Was that so hard?” but you didn't give him what he wanted yet. Not when you were enjoying this so much.

You leant closer to him, your chest against his now, “Where do you want me to touch you?” you whispered into his ear, letting your breath linger so Lando could feel how affected you were too. Lando's body shuddered under your breath, "everywhere..anywhere..just touch me..please" he pleaded, his grip on your hips getting tighter. Lando was practically writhing under you now, desperate for any sort of friction. He was starting to get impatient and you could see the want in his eyes.

You chuckled seeing how worked up he was getting and decided to finally give in slightly. You rocked your hips against his ever so slightly, the action rewarded you with a moan from Lando, his eyes shutting. “You want me that bad, huh?” you teased, your hands tracing up and down his chest.

Lando's moan sounded almost like a whine, “Y-yes..” he said quietly not even opening his eyes. His body was craving more of the friction from you but he knew better than to try to take control. He didn’t want you to stop this.

Lando’s hands moved to grip your thighs, his fingers pressing into your skin leaving small marks. At the sight of Lando gripping your thighs, you felt your own need grow. You loved how sensitive he was to your touch, how much he wanted and needed you. It was almost intoxicating.

But you wanted to keep up the teasing for a little longer. After all, it was fun watching Lando fall apart beneath you. So you continued to tease him, slowly rocking your hips against his, never giving him the amount of pressure he really needed.

Lando was a mess under you, his breathing labored and shaky, a mix of moans and whimpers escaping his mouth every time you rocked your hips into him. His hands moved to grip your hips now trying to push you down onto him, "Please...need you..." he panted out.

He looked up at you with begging eyes, his cheeks flushed and his mouth parted, trying to keep control but slowly losing it. Seeing Lando beg like that was almost enough to make you give in, but you pushed through. It was just too much fun to make him fall apart like this. You grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand, stopping him from trying to control the situation. “I’m in control here. Remember that, darling, now remember no touching” you said with a hint of authority in your voice.

Lando's breath hitched when you pinned his wrists above his head. He loved it when you took control. Your tone of voice made his body shiver. He let out a breathless moan and nodded, “Y-yes…I won’t touch.” He said obediently, his eyes wide with a mixture of submission and desire.

You smiled, satisfied with his obedience. You rewarded him by slowly grinding your hips against him, giving him a taste of the friction he desired. Lando’s eyes closed as he let out a moan, his wrists straining slightly as he fought the urge to touch you.

“Good boy,” you purred, continuing to grind against him, “You always listen so well.”

Lando's mind was a hazy mess of pleasure and need. The combination of your praises and the friction you were giving him was driving him crazy. He wanted to touch you so badly, but he knew better than to disobey you.

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[ungodlybre]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Hubby!Simon who's weird and avoidant but still overly attached? me's a very freaky gyal! plz tell me you all know where that's from....mdni

"Did you hear what I said?" Snapping Simon out of his daze, "Mhm." he nodded, picking at the food on his plate. You sigh, gathering your plate and utensils taking them to the sink. Simon still at the table, you go over to grab his plate, "You done?" You question softly. "Yeah." He yawned, rubbing sleep out of his face.

You stood at the kitchens island, rinsing the remnants of food of your guys plates. Simon watched you quietly, staring intently at the way your pants hugged the curve of your ass. "John said to call when you get home, did you do that?" You ask. "Why's john calling you?" He scoffed, "Because he wants to know about you, his friend.." You remind him. Simon grunted, then pulled his phone out from his pocket, typing,'Home'.

Simon's not fond of having to get used to his home, he wants to come home and be home, not adjusting to timezones and sleeping schedules. And you too, are not fond of Simon's homecomings. He's cranky and is somehow always hungry.

Simon leaned his body weight onto you, making you tip forward, "I'm almost done." You tapped the hand the arm that trapped you between the counter and him. "I missed you." he mumbles in your ear, grinding the bulge in his pants against your ass. You dry the last of the dishes, setting them to the side to let him keep grinding.

You did miss this.

"We could just do it here." He groaned softly, "get the kitchen all dirty for you to clean it again." He said, making you chuckle. Simon somehow managed to unbutton your jeans, pulling the down harshly, watching the skin of your thighs and ass jiggle.

With an evil plan and a devilish smirk, he grabbed your underwear, pulling them unceremoniously causing your panties to rip in half. You let out a loud gasp, watching the red fabric fall inside the crotch of your jeans that were at your feet. "We'll worry about that later." He said, smacking your ass harshly. You moan at the contact. Wanting more, you press back against him.

Simon held your hips, stopping you. "Get these fucking pants off." He rasped, roughly undoing his belt and pulling his pants down. Wasting no time, Simon rubbed his tip up and down your slit. Biting his lip when you wiggled your ass, panting the words "More" and "please".

Simon pushes in, eyes on the way your greedy, wet cunt takes him whole. "Just like that." he hisses, bucking into you. Your moans silence, the feeling of being full shuts you up. Simon grabbed the back of your neck, sitting you up. You whine when his thrusts get harder, "Oh my god." You choke out. Simon's harsh breaths are heard from behind you. "I love you so much," You mewl. Your cunt sopping as his hips keep working into you.

And then it stops. He pulls out. Leaving you in the kitchen by yourself. Was it something you said? Something you did or didn't do? You'll never know.

Wife!reader never knowing a day of peace with *that* man.

ʚthanks for reading!ɞ

#hubby!simon #call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x f reader #ghost cod #simon riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley smut

[ennas-aesthetic]

Can we just... Talk about this moment right here?

Because - God. Imagine being Edwin in Episode Six. 

Imagine being kissed for the first time and realizing that there are these feelings you have for your best friend that you need to confront, that you've felt this for him for a long while. Imagine the burst of panic, the terror this engenders - because while it was out of the question before, the act of being kissed (and - to your horror - finding yourself wishing it was with him instead) makes you consider for the first time that maybe, just maybe, admitting this to him won't be such a disaster. Maybe you can be honest with him now; nothing would have to change, and the delicate status quo you've built together for the past few decades doesn't have to crumble to dust. Charles is your best mate - you can’t keep lying to him if nothing else. He deserves to know. 

And it's nerve-wracking, and it's petrifying, and you're a ghost but it makes you feel so sick (no, not sick - ghosts aren't supposed to feel sick.) It makes you feel like you want to vibrate out of this plane of existence. You dress nicely to summon the courage needed, to brace yourself for the heart-flaying (you see him look at you, see him take in your new outfit. If he hadn't noticed it would have been so much easier... but he does. His smile is soft and fond, and the hope that blossoms from your chest is terrifying and pathetic). 

Then you think: "Buck up. Do it now." But there's a case that needs to be solved, and now everything's going wrong and everything is awful and suddenly you're clinging to the flimsy roots of an ancient, gnarled tree trying not to be subsumed by a giant mushroom. And you think, after more than a hundred years of pain and suffering, parting with the burden of existence would be a little easier, except you're back where you once started: a frightened schoolboy held down by cruel hands, and you're afraidafraidafraidafraidafraid...

You feel a hand, firm and steady, enclose upon yours.

Your head snaps up, eyes wide, and you see him staring right back at you. He does not say anything - the gag won't allow him to - but you know Charles, could read him in death, in this world and the next. He is scared but resolute, panicked but defiant. His grip on your hand is vise-like, and you choke back an incredulous sob. Because if this shall be the end, the final end, then at least you'll be going down together. There are no cruel hands this time, harsh enough to bruise: just his, fierce and unwavering. You don't have to face oblivion alone anymore. 

And... Oh, god. You're in love with him. You love him more than life, more than death - this you're certain. And for that moment you make yourself believe that maybe...just maybe...

He may be a tiny bit in love with you, too.

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives netflix #edwin payne #edwin paine #charles rowland #painland #dead boy detectives fic #dead boy detective agency #the sandman #pls pls pls pls pls pls pls watch dead boy detectives i beg of you GOD

[oukabarsburgblr]

"I love you."

Daisuke kissed the face of the sleeping man beside him, both naked under the duvet covers. The large window panels adjacent to them had maroon curtains shielding the striking shine of the early morning.

Some had managed to peek through, peering inside managing to give Daisuke Yuichi just enough light to reflect in his eyes the beautiful man he had in his arms.

(h/c) hair tousled, skin with (s/c) ink and his heartbeat that was beating underneath Daisuke's hand was nothing short of perfection to him.

Lips pressed into the plush of (m/n)'s cheek, Daisuke peppering kisses all over his face again. "I love you. I love you so much." He pressed another one into his forehead and it woke the (h/c).

"Daisuke..." Groaning, (m/n) winced when he tried to turn his body, feeling a sharp ache striking his bottom. "What are you doing?" The ravenette who placed his face close to the (h/c), his beefy arms caging his body, grinned.

"Nothing."

(m/n) frowned, his head still dizzy and his skin prickling, coated with the aftermath of their passionate scandal in Daisuke's room. He noticed the ravenette was hugging him in his bed and he pushed lightly, opting to leave.

He heard the latter whine and pulling him in closer, Daisuke burying his face into his shoulder. "It's already morning." (m/n) stated firmly, not wanting any other member of the Daisuke household catching him naked in the ravenette's bed. "And? No one's going to come in, just stay put." "Don't think your dad would be happy seeing this."

"My dad likes you. He'd be fine with it."

(m/n) was a bit bothered by the implication, as he managed to slither out of the ravenette's hold, sitting on the edge of the plush bed. He cringed as he felt something pool out of his stretched hole, the wetness staining the covers as Daisuke grabbed his wrist gently.

"Think' you should stay longer." He mumbled, brushing his nose on the tip of (m/n)'s ear, his other hand slinking down the (h/c)'s chest and near his privates. "We did a lot last night." "Nothing's ever enough for me." "Greedy."

(m/n) swatted his face, laughing at his flustered expression. There was no label to them, lovers- friends? Close friends, maybe. A bit too close perhaps.

A whine escaped his throat as Daisuke's hand managed to firmly press against his crotch, his middle finger curling past his hardening cock and dipping into the soft hole he had pounded into last night.

"You'd know me by now." Daisuke whispered, his lips grazing over his jaw as he took (m/n)'s lips for his to claim. The (h/c) sighed as he melted into the ravenette, leaning his body against the kneeling ravenette behind him.

Daisuke continued to finger him, fishing out dried cum and circling around his rim, stretching his loose hole further and (m/n) spread his legs ever so slightly, bucking his hips up against his hand.

"Mmff-ah!" He gasped. The ravenette pulled himself away from the squirming (h/c) just to press their foreheads together, their breaths mixing as their guttural heat began to rose along with the awakening sun.

"Stay a bit longer." (m/n) yelped when Daisuke's pointer finger hit his prostate, curling and mercilessly pressing into the sensitive bundle. His thighs shook as the ravenette began to lick his ear, cooing at him to stay in his arms for a while longer.

"Maybe just...for an hour or two." Daisuke smiled to himself, knowing they were bound to stay at least for half a day as he pulled (m/n) back to the center of the bed, eager to taste the ever-loving man that had warmed his bed for the past two weeks.

The man he had grown to love and cherish with all of his heart, pulling and grasping at his back with equal fervour and somewhere inside Daisuke's mind, he wished it was with equal love he had for (m/n) (l/n).

[END SCENE]

Afterthoughts :

I just miss Daisuke like a lot hm🥲

Ill edit this properly later. Until then!

#oukabarsburg #bottom male reader #sub male reader #x male reader #male reader #x bottom male reader #daisuke yuichi #oc x male reader #oc x reader #male oc

[theladycarpathia]

I've seen too much stuff about Clipboard Buck and Tommy lately to not write this.

His boyfriend on a power trip should not be hot. 

“See,” Chim mutters under his breath, leaning over the rail to watch Buck down below. “I warned you.”

“So you did,” Tommy agrees, keeping his true thoughts to himself. Buck has the clipboard clenched in one hand, pen in the other, and directs a reluctant Hen and Eddie as they perform checks on the ambulance and the ladder. 

“He’s a menace,” Chim continues, with feeling. “He’s a dictator!”

“Uh huh,” Tommy says, watching the furrow in Buck’s forehead as he makes another tick. He gestures furiously towards something in one of the ladder’s compartments and Eddie puts down the jaws to argue back. 

“We keep hiding the clipboards,” Chim says darkly. “I don’t know where he keeps finding them all.”

“Unfortunately for you, I think that’s something they sell at most major retailers,” Tommy quips and rests his arms on the railing. 

He’s worked under power-crazed maniacs. He was in the army, and then he had Captain Gerrard. His own father was one fully for his way or the highway. 

Buck being like this should not be hot. And yet all Tommy can think about is lying naked on the bed while Buck does things to him from a very meticulous and organized list. 

Eddie makes an obscene gesture behind Buck’s back and Tommy smirks. 

“And this is Buck on a regular Tuesday,” Chim says and pops his gum. “Wait until you see Buck in an emergency or organize an event. It’s a good thing you stopped by. You need to know these kinds of things about a person before you get serious.”

“I’m glad to see you too, Chim,” Tommy says, although stopping to chat to Chimney hadn’t been on his agenda for today. He and Buck have had conflicting shifts lately, and they’ve barely seen each other. Texts and a few brief phone calls have been all they’ve had to get them by and Tommy finally had enough of it. Bobby doesn’t mind Tommy swinging by the firehouse and seeing Buck if they’re not on a call. And today is apparently so quiet that Buck has time to do a thorough inspection of the vehicles. 

“Are you?” Chim asks suddenly, twisting towards Tommy with a surprisingly calculating look. “Getting serious?”

Tommy just shrugs. He knows the answer, he’s just not entirely willing to discuss it yet. But it’s been long enough now that they keep toothbrushes and few essentials at each other’s houses, that they have evenings where they sprawl together in front of the TV, just happy to be together. Tommy knows about his sister, the loss of Daniel, the myth of Abby and has even read Taylor Kelly’s book. 

Which he did in bed, reading several segments out loud, much to Buck’s horror and embarrassment. 

“You seem to be,” Chim comments, and down below Hen throws a roll of surgical tape at Buck. “Not that I’m complaining. We like you, Buck likes you, you flew us into a hurricane…”

“I like him too,” Tommy says, because honestly he’s been smitten since Buck came up with that stupid motto back in the helicopter. “Funny to think that Evan and I never met before as he only got to join the 118 because I left.”

“You got there in the end,” Chim says. “I mean this as nicely as possible but you leaving worked out great for me. If you hadn’t left, there wouldn’t have been a space to fill. If Buck hadn’t joined us…”

“Then you would never have met Maddie when she came to LA,” Tommy says, understanding instantly. Funny how something that simple has changed so many lives. He doesn’t regret moving to Harbor, even with the closeness that the 118 has now. He wouldn’t be who he is otherwise, without that space to accept himself. If he didn’t have that, maybe he wouldn’t be the person brave enough to kiss Buck. “I get it.”

“Although,” Chim continues, still watching Buck down below. “We wouldn’t have the Clipboard Dictator if you had stayed…”

“You love it really,” Tommy says, because he knows Chim loves Buck. But then Buck’s eyes swing upwards, towards the first floor and the two of them. 

“Oh shit,” Chimney hisses and then ducks below the railing. It doesn’t work because Buck just shouts “Chim, it’s glass! I can see you!”

“That wasn’t your best idea,” Tommy says and then offers Chimney a hand. “Come on. I’ll go down with you. Maybe I can make the tyrant a little bit sweeter.”

Chimney doesn’t look soothed by this. 

“Hello, Chimney,” Hen says pointedly, sitting on the back of the ambulance. “Nice to see you. How funny you happened to be hiding in the bathroom when Buck gets his clipboard out.”

“I wasn’t hiding,” Chimney mutters, eying Buck’s clipboard with apprehension. “Kinard, save me.”

“Evan,” Tommy says, snagging his boyfriend’s free wrist with one hand. “I came by to see you. Maybe we give the workforce a five minute break?”

Buck frowns down at his list. “I wanted to finish this before Bobby was done with his paperwork,” he says before looking suspiciously at his friends. “And if they leave, I don’t think they’ll come back.”

“Damn straight,” Eddie says under his breath. Hen just looks innocent, although Tommy is pretty sure they’re about to see three empty firefighter shaped spaces. 

“Just ten minutes,” Tommy cajoles, stroking the soft part of Buck’s wrist with his thumb. “I haven’t seen you all week.” He drops his voice down for the next part, hoping that Buck is as desperate to see him. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Buck practically throws the clipboard at Eddie. 

“Taking a break!” he says cheerfully, half dragging Tommy behind the engine. “Be back in ten or I will hunt you down.”

“Will he do it with a chainsaw, I wonder?” Hen has time to ask (Tommy feels as though he should follow up on this later), before all three of them vanish. Tommy doesn’t see because he’s pressing his boyfriend up against the gleaming red of the engine and kissing the breath out of him. 

“What can we do in ten minutes?” Buck asks, eyes glittering, running his hands up and down Tommy’s chest. 

“Probably not a lot, as we’re in the open, in a firehouse, during your workday,” Tommy admits begrudgingly. A week is a very long time. Buck’s salacious texts and suggestive selfies haven’t been enough. “But we have time off in two days and I want to spend every second with you.”

“Good,” Buck says and the next few minutes pass very quickly. Buck tastes of coffee and he keeps both hands planted on Tommy’s rear - if he keeps squeezing like that, Tommy is going to have difficulty walking out of here. 

“I think we order takeout and movies and don’t leave the house for twenty-four hours,” Tommy suggests, just as Buck licks the shell of his ear. Fuck. This kid will be the death of him. 

“Fine by me,” Buck says and pulls him in for one last kiss. “But I really should get back to work. Call you when I’m off?”

There’s such obvious suggestion in his voice that want searches in Tommy’s gut almost instantly. He pushes it down and strokes Buck’s rather red jaw. 

“Can’t wait,” he says. “And Evan? Go easy on your friends.”

But the others are waiting for them, standing in a line by the stairs, obvious glee written all over their faces. Eddie is holding Buck’s clipboard and Tommy deftly removes it from his grasp. 

“Why, Mr Buckley,” Hen says, looking them up and down with a smirk. “That’s not a proper use of company time.”

“Ha ha,” Buck says mutinously, and with far more confidence than someone wearing a ridiculous amount of beard burn should have. “We have a lot to do. Where’s the…?”

Tommy hastily recaps the pen and hands it back to Buck, as though nothing is changed. He’d feel bad about it if it was an official document. But as it was Buck’s handwritten list of chores, he thinks the others might get some amusement out of it. 

He kisses Buck on the cheek and waves goodbye, quickly ducking out of the firehouse before Buck notices. 

“Who vandalized my list?” Buck shrieks indignantly and Tommy just skips all the way back to his truck.

#bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #evan x tommy #buck x tommy #clipboard buck #911 abc #911 season 7 #chimney han #hen wilson #eddie diaz

[buddietommer]

The fact that Lou compared bucktommy with Bill and Frank from The Last of Us still blows my mind because it's so perfect.

Bill was just living his life alone, and he thought that was it. He was going to be alone for the rest of his life, and he accepted that. And that's how I see Tommy. He dated around when he first came out, but no one really clicked, so the years went by and he accepted that he wasn't going to find "the one" and that's fine, not everyone finds their person.

And then we have Frank, who breaks Bill's serious exterior and makes his way into his heart. Like Buck, he's way more sunshine and optimism. Of course, Buck is the least experienced one of the relationship, but like Frank, he reaches out to Bill first. He's the one that takes the first step, because he knows there's something special about Tommy and he wants to know more about him.

They complement each other so well. Buck can be the truest version of himself without having to worry about being judged because Tommy "of course" Kinard just loves him. And Tommy finally found someone who makes him feel optimistic about the future because Buck is an all-in type of person, and he made it pretty clear that Tommy is the one he wants.

#making myself emotional this Sunday evening #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard

[neverevan]

I know we talk about Buck and Tommy being on a call together and having to risk their lives for each other, but what I'd really love to see is them being on a call together, something big enough to warrant the 217 showing up, but Tommy being on the ground as a firefighter and Eddie getting trapped or otherwise at risk where he can't save himself (maybe he's unconscious, maybe the way out is obstructed) and Tommy pushing Buck out of the way to go in and get him.

I just need to see that the friendship they struck up is still there, like sure, Buck and Tommy are now dating, but Eddie was hanging out with Tommy 3-4 times a week while being on opposite (possibly) 24-hour shifts and flying to Vegas and introducing him to Christopher within weeks of knowing each other, that doesn't just go away, right?

#alternatively i would really really love to see a reverse situation of tommy saving chim #but i want chim to have just ONE relatively peaceful season the man deserves a rest #bucktommy #tommy kinard #eddie diaz #911 #911 abc #ramblings #my stuff

[firewasabeast]

i like tommy but kinda feel like him leaving buck during the first date was icky. thoughts?

disclaimer: I do not subscribe to the drama, but will post something I've thought about it.

I feel like if the situation were reversed, this never would have even been a conversation- except, maybe people praising buck if he were the one who left the date early.

Let's reverse some roles here. Let's pretend buck is still the same buck we know and love, but he's been out this whole time. Always explicitly bi from the beginning. He goes out with tommy, who is just discovering his sexuality and isn't very sure of himself or how the world around him will react. Now, that's all fine, until one of tommy's friends comes up and tommy starts trying to be aggressively (and embarrassingly) hetero. "We're gonna go find some hot chicks!" or whatever the hell buck says is said by tommy this time and buck is sitting there, a bit dumbfounded by how apparently terrified this guy is to be seen as anything but a friend to him. We would've been yelling for buck to book it out of there, that guy is nuts and NOT READY to be in a relationship with another man.

Which, back to what actually happened, is kinda what tommy thought. Not the nuts part, but that buck was obviously not ready to be out, and tommy didn't want to feel like he was forcing buck to be out. He liked buck, like a lot. Tommy seems like a man who's been hurt before, in more than just relationships, and he's honest but guarded. If he can prevent further pain, he will. So he bows out early (and respectfully, imo), he tells buck the truth, comes back when buck asks, tells buck he wasn't behaving badly (he was), and eagerly gives him another shot. Tommy is insanely kind and forgiving, and- while I do understand buck to a certain point- the only ick I saw came from him.

#911 #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #tevan #i will defend thomas kinard with my life

[rcmclachlan]

civil twilight (buck/tommy)

For @dadvans, who is a dirty enabler whenever I start having ideas and thoughts. Del, here are your damn bucktommy wedding vows, are you happy now?? 🩷

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With a smile, Bobby looks out at the congregation—one hundred and fifty people squeezed onto the Ceremony Deck of the 1909, including what appears to be every first responder Buck has ever met—and announces, “I’m happy to say we’ve come to the part of the ceremony that Buck and Tommy have been looking forward to the most. They’ve prepared a little something for each other to be shared for the very first time today. What they say now will sanctify this moment now and forever.”

Excitement and anticipation chase each other under Buck’s skin like dogs, and he can’t help but bounce a little on his toes, which are pinched like hell in the shoes Maddie made him buy. 

It took him almost a month to comb through the rolodex of his life—taking out cards from between color-coded dividers organized by year and studying each one to remind himself of exactly how he got to this point—to find the right words. He thought about them every second of every day. He filled his notes app to the point they made him pay for extra storage. He fought a five-alarm warehouse fire alongside almost twenty other companies and spent the entire time rearranging sentences in his head. 

There were nights he lay curled against Tommy’s back and practiced for hours against the heat of his skin—soundlessly, of course, although with the way Tommy snores after a double shift it’s not like he would’ve been heard—until he was satisfied. 

But the thought of Tommy doing the same makes Buck a little crazy. Did Tommy scribble half-baked thoughts on the back of a Pizzeria Sei receipt, or did he watch Love, Actually for the two hundredth time and take notes while Colin Firth gave a speech to a very confused town, or did he crowdsource ideas from the yahoos over at Harbor? Knowing Tommy, he just started spitballing at the horizon from a thousand feet above the city and got it on the first try.

Buck’s been vibrating in place for months thinking about this exact moment, and now that it’s finally here he’s going to explode all over all their guests before he even gets to say “I do.”

“Buck? Tommy?” Bobby’s voice is warm, like he knows exactly how much oxygen is feeding the fire in Evan’s belly. “Take each other’s hands and hold on tight.”

Before Bobby’s even finished talking, Tommy’s already stepping forward and reaching for Buck, which is good because Buck’s already reaching for him, too. Their hands come together with the ease of automatic doors in a department store, sliding to meet like they were made for nothing else. Their fingers tangle and lock, and Buck is thrilled to find neither of their palms are sweaty. Tommy’s smiling so hard his nose looks like it’s about to scrunch its way into his hairline, and Buck’s moved so close he’s practically stepping on Tommy’s feet. They meet in a very narrow middle. 

“Buck."

He closes his eyes and presses his lips together to keep the fireworks in his belly from erupting out of his mouth and incinerating the entire canopy. From where he's standing behind Buck, Eddie taps him twice on the shoulder with his fist as if to say, we were all forced to listen to you talk about this for half a year; you've got this, but also don't screw it up.

“You’re up first.”

Drawing in a trembling breath, Buck reaches deep down into the little gilded space where he’s been keeping the words safe all this time. He holds them for a moment, traces the familiar edges of them, and hopes every person on the deck right now is going to be able to hear him. He wants them to know.

Tommy squeezes his hand gently, and Buck looks at him, at the shape of his smile that Buck could draw with his eyes closed. It's suddenly so easy to open his mouth.

"My first real memory is of going with Maddie to the park down the street from our house so we could watch the sunset. I sat on a swing and stared at the sky until it got dark, and even then I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maddie said it looked like I was searching for something."

Like every other time Buck's brought up some random story from when he was a dumbass kid, Tommy's lips roll inward. The first time it happened, he thought Tommy was trying not to laugh at him and he wanted to crawl under a rock like a bug to escape the threat of being completely crushed. But then Tommy admitted to being so charmed by Buck's story that he had to hide the sheer goofiness of his smile so Buck didn't think he was a total psycho. It's true. When Tommy lets that particular brand of smile out, he looks like a serial killer, so whenever Buck sees the inward lip roll, he knows he's one spate of cute aggression away from being turned into a human coat rack. It's awesome.

"It wasn't until I started writing this and looked back on my life that I realized how often I did it. No matter where I was, who I was with, or what I was doing, I'd end the day with my eyes on the sky. It sort of felt like something was going to come swooping out of the clouds just for me and I didn't want to miss it when it did. I didn't really think about it until after the first time I met you, because I didn't have a chance to look at the sky that night—you took me straight there instead. I haven't come back down since."

The tail end of the sentence grows soft and tight, and his eyes grow wet and hot. Which isn't a surprise. He hasn't made it through a single practice run of this part without his taps going on. He clears his throat and squeezes Tommy's hands tightly, reassured by the strength of them, in the firmness of the grip. 

Mortified and elated, he blinks so the tears fall. Tommy sucks in a breath, then distangles his left hand from Evan's right so he can reach up to thumb them away.

"Turns out Maddie was right," he says, smiling wide and pressing into the touch. "I didn't know it, but all that time I was searching for you."

Tommy presses his lips together, but it isn't to hide a smile—it's to hide the way his mouth is trembling and he's doing a shit job of it. Buck chokes a little on a wet laugh. His chest feels sweetly sore, like a pressing on a bruise.

"That was beautiful," Bobby says. He's looking at Buck in the way that always makes him wonder at just how incredible his life would've been if he'd been Buck's dad from the get go. Which is probably a mean thing to do right now, considering his actual father is sitting in the second row, but if Bobby weren't officiating the ceremony he'd be sitting in the first, and that really says everything. 

Beaming, Bobby turns to Tommy and inclines his head. "Your turn, Tommy."

Anticipation sings in Buck's chest, and when Tommy meets his gaze, his eyes bright and clear like an autumn sky over the San Bernardino mountains, it lights the fuse on a whole new batch of fireworks under his skin. He inhales shakily and gives him what he hopes is an encouraging smile.

Tommy's expression evens out, but sweetness still lurks at the corner of his mouth.

"Evan."

Buck's eyes flutter a little. It's amazing to think he used to hate the sound of that name. When Tommy says it, it feels like sunlight.

"I spent most of my life afraid," Tommy begins. His voice is steady. "I grew up thinking I was made wrong, and I cut off pieces of myself to try and fit in where I thought I was supposed to belong. I tried finding peace in the sky, but all that emptiness did was remind me of how alone I was."

Heart pounding, Buck squeezes Tommy's hands so tightly he thinks they might meld together. 

"You know, I owe the 118 a lot. They helped me become a better teammate, a better friend… a better person. But there's no way I can ever repay them for how they changed me by bringing you into my life."

After all the time he spent thinking about Tommy simply writing his vows, it somehow never registered that he would actually have to say them out loud. In front of all their family and friends. That he'd be cracking open his chest and showing what's inside to the whole world as proof of his devotion. That he'd willingly do it for Buck simply because he loves him and wants to love him for the rest of their lives.

"Evan, from the moment I met you, you've shown me what it is to be brave. You've taught me how there's courage in loving with your whole heart and living your entire truth."

There is no way in hell he's going to be able to stand here and listen to this without gnawing on the deck railing or launching himself at Tommy to put his mouth on his bare skin. How do people do this without being charged with a misdemeanor?

"You found the pieces of me I thought were gone forever and put them back together differently. Better. You helped me make someone who isn't afraid of anything. I know we tease you about going The Full Buck, but because of you, because I know you're next to me ready to face anything that comes—" His voice breaks. "—I'm brave enough to go The Full Tommy."

Buck can barely see him through the tears that won't stop welling and falling, and if they were anywhere else, he'd wrap himself around Tommy like a snake and squeeze him until the storm passed, but because he's bound by dumb things like decorum and obscenity laws, Buck can only keep hold of his hands and try to transfer every ounce of love and comfort in his body to Tommy's by way of their tangled fingers. 

Then, suddenly, a shit-eating grin splits the gentle and earnest expression on Tommy's face, and he feels a bit like a bird right before it's sucked into a jet engine. Warning bells go off in the back of Buck's mind. 

"Evan," Tommy says, with the gravity of someone about to drop an atomic bomb, "you are the best ally I could've ever asked for."

The ugly, snotty laugh that punches its way out of Buck would earn him the respect of even the grubbiest of Jee-Yun's daycare friends, and he finally throws decorum out the window so he can step forward and bury his face in Tommy's shoulder. Between his tears and the spit he's horking from laughter, the suit fabric is definitely ruined.

"I love you so much," he wheezes. "I'd maim a thousand best friends for you."

He can't see Eddie's face, but he knows exactly what it's doing and it only makes him laugh harder. Tommy presses one of his high, incredulous laughs into Buck's hair, followed by a firm kiss to the crown of his head. 

"What do you say?" Tommy pulls back a little, but he looks so proud of himself. He looks proud. "Should we finish getting married or what?"

Buck sticks the tip of his tongue between his teeth teasingly. "Or what?" 

"Or I go home and order pizza," Chim pipes up from the front row to a smattering of laughter. On his left, Hen drops her face into her hands, but her shoulders are shaking. On his right, Maddie smacks him on the arm like she's mortified, but she's grinning too hard to really sell it. It looks like she's crying just as hard as Buck is. 

"All right, all right," Bobby says, ever the voice of calm and reason, but he's very clearly fighting laughter, too. "Why don't we finish this up?"

"You ever get tired of herding cats, Cap?" Eddie asks, a grin in his voice. 

"Never," Bobby says. He lifts his brows pointedly at Buck. "Are you ready?"

Buck turns back to Tommy, and in the curve of his smile he sees the same glowing possibility that he's seen in ten thousand different sunsets, and his entire body clenches with the exhilarating and terrifying feeling of something's coming for me and I can't miss it. 

Heart pounding, he grins and holds his hands out again. They're immediately enfolded into Tommy's, like there was never a question about where they should go. 

He glances up through the canopy to glimpse the pockmarks of blue between the trees, but there's nothing coming for him. When he looks back down and meets Tommy's gaze, that hungry anticipation settles into warm fullness. He can call off the search; it's finally here. 

Buck smiles wide enough to encompass the sky. "I've been ready, Cap. Let's do this."

Now on AO3

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[elvensorceress]

sunday sentences

tagged by @inell @firefighterevandiaz @tizniz tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @chaosandwolves @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon @diazsdimples @confetti-cupcake @kitteneddiediaz @bekkachaos @the-likesofus @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @fiona-fififi @thekristen999 @daffi-990 @dangerpronebuddie @monsterrae1 @wh0re-behavi0r more Unless. Buck and Chris being menaces to each other. As you do.

Buck doesn’t want to know. He’s trying very hard not to know. Eddie wants to take him on a special, official date and he wanted it to be a surprise, so Buck is not snooping. Even though the suspense is killing him. He’s not going to ask and he is not bugging Eddie about the weird research that Eddie said he needed to do. And Buck is most definitely not going to give in now at the last minute when he’s driving Chris to his bimonthly sleepover with his group of friends. 

And Chris tells him, “I know what Dad’s planning. I gave him the idea.”

Buck grips the steering wheel and doesn’t fidget and will not ask for any details. Except surprises are stupid when he’s not the one orchestrating them and what are they going to do? What is Eddie planning? Why does he have to be so secret about it? Why can’t Buck know now? It’s not as if he won’t know later tonight. 

And now their son wants to tempt him into an interrogation and Buck is not going to give in. He’s not. Because word would get back to Eddie and he’s sure Eddie would be disappointed and Buck is not going to disappoint him. 

“Yeah?” Buck says as if he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. No, he does care what it is but he is not going to ask for details. Not. He can wait. It’s only a few more hours. He’s waiting. He can do it. “Do you think I’ll like it?”

“It was my idea! Do you think I’d give him a bad idea,” Chris gives him a side-eyed look, and Buck has to laugh.

“No. Of course not.” Buck just wanted to know without actually knowing. 

Although it doesn’t even matter what the date is. Being with Eddie, his best friend, the love of his life, spending time just the two of them, that’s all that matters. They could be sorting through trash or hiking through the sewers or wading the nasty smelly sections of the LA River, and it would still be something they get to do together. Not that any of that sounds like Date Night fun, but still. They could complain and laugh about it together. He loves when Eddie gets snarky and salty and makes hilarious comments. 

Eddie’s so funny. And he’s so fun to be around. And Buck loves experiencing everything with him. 

“Do you know what it is?” Chris asks. “What Dad is planning for you?”

“Nope,” Buck holds up a hand like a stop. “Don’t want to know. It’s a surprise.”

“You’re not curious? Even a little?”

Buck bites his lip and it’s a trap. It’s such a trap. The child is amused because he knows Buck wants to know. He knows. But Buck is not going to know. He shakes his head and forces on a mild, unbothered face and doesn’t look at Chris. He is looking at the crosswalk coming up and the people standing at the corner on the sidewalk waiting and Buck stops at the intersection where the people are probably walking to the park that is on the other side of the street so that they can do park things there. He will not look at Chris. He’s driving. He’s watching out for pedestrians. He doesn’t want to know. “No. Not curious. If you picked it out, it has to be something good.” 

“Maybe,” Chris says. “I could have picked something bad though. Something you hate. Like when we got Dad the Hildy coffee maker.” 

Buck grins. That was a good one. Still one of his most favorite memories, teaming up with Chris that way. He only wishes he could have seen Eddie’s face in the moment. Only thing that would have made it better. “Yeah. You could have,” Buck agrees and two can play this game. “But no matter what it is, your dad is a hopeless romantic and he’s going to be incredibly sappy and mushy and he’ll kiss me and hold my hand the whole night and nothing could ruin that.”

Chris makes a gagging noise and sticks out his tongue like he might throw up. “You’re worse than the kids at my school. Both of you. Aren’t you sick of it yet?”

Buck laughs. Chris only mentions this every other day. As if Buck would ever be sick of kissing Eddie and getting to be in love with him. “Never gonna happen. Sorry, buddy.”

Chris huffs and rolls his eyes and at least it effectively ends the conversation about the date Eddie is planning for them. 

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[lives-in-midgard]

Part of the Community

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: When Bucky asks you about the pride parade, you decided that it's the right time to tell him that you're part of the LGBTQ+ community.

Word Count: 810

A/N: Hey everyone I wanted to write this for so long and now I finally did it. I hope you enjoy!!

Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

When Bucky read about a pride parade in June, he became curious about what it is. So, he decided to ask you, his best friend who is also his girlfriend. You were sitting in the living room of the compound when Bucky came back from a morning walk. You were surprised when he suddenly asked you about the pride parade, but then you started telling him everything you know about the LGBTQ+ community.

At first you were a bit nervous about his reaction to the topic, but Bucky was very supportive and listened to everything you said. Bucky was very happy that these days people don’t have to pretend anymore and that they can be and love whoever they want.

As you were about to say something very important to him, you were interrupted by Steve, who wanted to talk to Bucky about their last mission together.

“I’ll be back soon.” Bucky said and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You smiled and watched him walk away with Steve. You finally had the feeling that it was the right time to tell Bucky, and now you couldn’t tell him again.

You and Bucky have been dating for about four months and you’ve loved every second of it. You tell each other everything, well almost everything. There’s still one thing you haven’t told him yet. It’s about you being part of the LGBTQ+ community and identifying as asexual. This means you have a lack of sexual attraction to others. You have strong feelings for Bucky, you love kissing and cuddling him, but you’re not interested in sex. At the beginning of your relationship you didn’t want to tell him because you wanted to see where this relationship goes, but after a while you really wanted to tell him, but you got so nervous every time. And now as you were about to say it, you were interrupted.

You decided to talk to Bucky about it today, even if it might mean that he will break up with you. The thought of Bucky breaking up with you made you so sad that a tear rolled down your cheek, but he needs to know.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky said as he walked in your shared room.

“Hey Buck.” You greeted him and Bucky came closer to you and sat down next to you.

“You okay, doll?” Bucky asked because he noticed how nervous you were.

“Yeah.” You said and Bucky tucked a hair behind your ear.

“Are you sure?” He asked worriedly and reached for your hand.

“Actually, there’s something I want to tell you.” You confessed.

“Sure, go for it.” Bucky said softly.

“It’s not that easy.” You explained nervously.

“It’s okay doll, take your time.” Bucky softly kissed your cheek, and gently rubbed the back of your hand. After a few minutes, you were ready to talk to Bucky, who was now also looking nervous.

“When we were talking about the Pride parade, there was something I didn’t tell you. It’s that I’m also part of the LGBTQ+ community.”

“Oh, you are?” Bucky asked with a smile and curious what you would say next.

“I’m asexual.” You finally confessed.

“What does that mean, doll?”

“It means different things to different people. Some people don’t have romantic feelings for others, others have little or no sexual attraction, and that’s how I feel I have a lack of sexual attraction to others. I have no interest in sex, but I love kissing and cuddling. I love you Bucky and if you want to break up with me now, I can understand that. I just hope we can still be friends.”

"Doll, I’m not breaking up with you.”

“What?”

“I love you. I’ve been through so many years of torture…I don’t mind not having sex with you. I would never do anything you don’t like or want. Doll, you are so important to me. I want us to be happy and if that means we don’t have sex then that’s totally fine and I’m happy with that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, I am.” Bucky said, and you started smiling.

“Oh Bucky, I can’t believe it…this makes me so happy.”

“You said you like to cuddle, how about we do that now?” Bucky asked with a smile.

“Sounds perfect.” Bucky held you close, and his reaction made you so happy. You cuddled for a while until Bucky broke the silence.

“Are you going to the Pride parade?” Bucky asked.

“Yes, I want to go there.”

“Can I come with you?” Bucky suddenly asked and you smiled at him.

“Of course you can.”

“I love you so much, doll.”

“And I love you.”

You’re both so excited to go to the Pride parade together. Bucky makes you so happy and you’re glad that he doesn’t have a problem with your sexuality.

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[cosyvelvetorchid]

Prompt: Buck and Tommy asking Maddie to be their surrogate.

I LOVED writing this one so much. I may actually add it to Ao3 as a oneshot.

I genuinely made myself cry at the end!

I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

It's funny how life works. You think you have a handle on things; that you know where things are headed, and then God, or the universe or something throws you a curveball. A big, giant, cruise ship shaped curveball, with enough power to turn your life completely upside down and give you exactly what you needed despite you having no idea you needed it.

Buck thought he would spend his whole life on the hamster wheel. The endless song and dance of dating, thinking he'd found someone he could be happy with, then they leave. And he loses enough couch.

Tommy had spent a lifetime hiding. Years of repressing who he was to protect himself. And when he finally came into his own and accepted who he was, it was too late. He'd resigned himself to the fact that he would be alone.

And then the captain of the 118 needs help and 2 people who - somehow despite having the job, the city they live in and people they know in common - had never actually met, flew into a hurricane together and everything changed.

Six months later they're sharing keys to eachothers homes.

One year and Buck is moving into Tommy's house.

And, 18 months in, when Tommy finally comes home from a month in the hospital - including 6 days in a coma where Buck thought he might actually lose the love of his life - after a helicopter crash, Buck barely makes it 5 minutes before proposing.

Two years and they're standing on Tommy's deck exchanging rings in front of everyone they love. They saw no point in waiting - they knew they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.

Three years in and they want to take the next big step. This one, however, was the biggest. The most terrifying: a family.

They'd spoken to a couple of surrogacy agencies but something was missing. Somehow they made it all seem so clinical. A business transaction. On top of that, in their research they had come across some horror stories of surrogate parents wanting to keep the baby despite it not being genetically theirs.

They talked and talked and talked about what options they had. And then Buck had remember something Connor had said about the reason they chose him as a sperm doner - they wanted someone they knew.

The answer was quite simple really. It was asking the question that was going to be difficult.

Three years and four months in they're sat in Maddie and Chimneys living room, nerves vibrating through they're entire bodies waiting for Maddie to say something.

"What?"

"We want to know if you would consider being a surrogate for us." Buck repeated.

"I.. Buck... I.. that's..." Maddie couldn't quite process what was being asked.

"Look, you know that we've been talking to agencies and trying to find the right one and sure they seem all above board and I'm sure that we could eventually find someone to help us build our family. But then it hit me - there's nobody on earth I.. we would trust to grow and nurture our baby more than you. Maddie you're a wonderful mother and I know that if you did agree to this that he or she would be loved and cared for and protected so much while their growing." He stopped to take a big breath. "But, we know its a huge ask, and you have as much time as you need to think about-"

"Yes." Maddie interrupted.

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

Buck, Tommy and Chimney all sat forward to look at her.

"Evan, you are the most amazing little brother anybody could ever have. And you've been through so much in your life; so much pain and trauma and, all I ever wanted for you was to be happy. And then I found out you and my stupid husband were going to fly into a hurricane and I was so scared - and mad-" She added scowling at Chimney "-but you came back and not alone." She looked at Tommy fondly. "You found someone who makes you truly happy, and I have never been more proud or happy for you." She wiped a tear from her eye.

"So, if I can do this one thing for you, to make you even happier, then of course I will do it."

Buck wiped his own tears away that had started falling somewhere around the helicopter part.

"Really?" Buck said, not quite believing it. His chin was shaking and more tears threatened.

"Are you sure?" Tommy added. Maddie leant forward reaching out for each of their hands.

"I love you both. I'm sure."

Buck practically through himself at her, enveloping her into a hug.

"Thank you Maddie. For everything. My whole life."

"Hey I wanna get in on this." Tommy interrupted, gently peeling Buck from his sister so he could hug her.

"I don't know what else to say other than thank you. So so much."

Four years and 2 months in and they get the phone call. The bag has been packed by the door for weeks, the nursery decorated for a month and 2 men, wildly in love with other, who couldn't imagine life without the others existence, were on the way to meet they're baby.

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They chose not to tell anybody that Maddie was in labour. They knew they would get nothing but an outpouring of love, but they wanted to spend a little while - even if it was only a few hours, thanks to Howard i cant keep a damn secret Han - after the baby was born to enjoy the moment as a family. However, there was one person Buck did call.

Bobby arrived at the hospital and sat in the labor and delivery waiting area. After a few minutes, Buck turns a corner; a tiny bundle in his arms wrapped in a pale yellow blanket. Bobby immediately walked over with a smile.

"Hey cap. I wanted to introduce you to someone.. meet our daughter - Brook Maddie Kinard."

Bobby stared at Buck for a moment, not quite fully comprehending what he had heard.

"Brook that.. that was my daughters name.."

"I know." Buck smiled softly. "We wanted to name her after you, and Bobby is a gender neutral name, but having two of you might get confusing, so we chose Brook instead. Is.. is that okay?"

Bobby's eyes filled with tears as he swallowed back the emotion.

"Yeah, kid. Yeah it's okay."

#buck x tommy #bucktommy #tommy kinard #911 abc #911 buck #evan buckley #911onabc #evan buck buckely #bucktommy fic #bucktommy prompts #tevan #kinley fic #thomas kinard

[wnwoolvr]

inexperienced (C.S)

pairings: soobin x fem!reader

synopsis: Soobin is huge and inexperienced, reader helps him to use *it*

genre: smut | MINORS DNI

warnings: soobin eating reader out, blowjob, lots of cum mention… 🙂‍↔️

note: pls reblog!! and send requests!! and not proof read so spare me for any misspelled words.

Your apartment was pretty cold today, the weather has been all rain and clouds, but you can’t complain, infact you love it.

This weather means soobin will be more clingy to retain warmth from you, the cuddles are never ending on days like this.

“soob, should i make us something to eat? hm?” you ask rubbing soobins hair as his head laid on your chest and the rest of his body engulfed yours, he was warm, and he smelled so good, you could die like this.

he shook his head “no, i want to stay like this forever” he looked up at you briefly before burying his head back into your chest, you giggled at his cuteness and gave in “fine, we can stay like this” you told him twirling your fingers in his hair making him close his eyes out of content. his big palms made their way under your shirt to caress your sides, you sq

“y/n..” he said your name, almost as if he was afraid to, “yes? what is it?” you answered back, he took a while before he answered, almost as if he was carefully planning his words.

“can i… can i uhm.. can i suck your tits? i mean you can say no or you can say yes either way i’ll accept your answer but like i would be happy if you said yes but if you said no i would respect your decision because-“ he rambled on and on and you found it cute, you just couldn’t say no to him, although this would be both of your first times being this intimate with each-other,

“mhm, you can, bunny” you say lifting your shirt just above your chest exposing your boobs to him, the cold air hit your chest causing your nipples to immediately become affected. soobin didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even expect you to agree so quickly. just seeing you laid out like this infront of him was enough to get his cock rock solid.

he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your lips before attaching his lips to one of your nipples, while his hands rubbed your sides and kneaded them, making you giggle because it was ticklish.

after two minutes of soobin sucking for comfort you felt his lower half moving, ‘is he grinding on the chair right now?’ you thought to yourself, you looked at his face but it didn’t show anything, maybe he was mindlessly doing it.

“bunny? you okay?” you asked him and he hummed, sending vibrations along your chest and you felt it in your lower region making you shift.

you lightly moved his head off your nipple and replaced it with your finger, “you’re humping the chair bunny, did you notice?” you asked him as he continued to suck on your finger

he shook his head in the no motion.

he sat up, and was on his knees, leaving the vision of his very, very large cock in his sweats.

you would think it would be normal for you to see soobin like this, but it was your first time, doing anything sexual with him, you both kept it fluffy, never anything sexual so this was a shock. “you’re so big bunny…” you say running your index finger along his print making him whine and buck his hips upwards.

“y/niee…” he whimpered out, begging for you to touch him his cheeked stained red from embarrassment, “what bunny? want me to touch you? hm? touch you where? here?” you respond, moving your hand to find his tip to tease him through his pants, “yes…” he said shyly you helped him take his pants off, his huge cock slinging out his pants and slapping against his tummy.

he whined as precum leaked from his tip, practically fucking the air, you could tell he had no idea what to do with it, “soobie… you have such a big cock baby” you say ogling at his size, he became shy and tried to turn away “come here…” you say moving him back to his original position, back against the couch and his legs open and his shirt bunched up on his chest, body glistening from nervous sweat.

“you know how to use it right?” you ask him jokingly teasing him but he gets serious and shakes his head no, you didn’t believe him at first but seeing how serious he was, you realized he wasn’t lying, “it’s okay, i’ll teach you” you hum, moving to kiss his neck, your hands resting on his abs, moving dangerously low to the base of his cock. he was so sensitive on the neck, it was actually so cute hearing him whine and beg while you just kissed his neck.

you dropped to your knees infront of him, you grabbed his cock and started to pump it slowly, he started hissing and jerking up into your fists, you used your spare hand to push his hips down into the couch, you licked his tip and played with it on your tongue soobin was seeing stars, he had never felt something like this before he was 2 seconds away from coming right then and there, you took him completely in your mouth and his mouth hung agape as he felt your warm wet mouth pleasuring him, “y/n… oh my god…” he moaned as he fucked your face, “gonna cum y/nie…” he whined out desperately as you continued your assault on his tip, his cum spurted in your mouth, but this didn’t stop you, you kept going to overstimulate him, it was too much for him so he kept coming, his body jolting in shock.

“such a good boy…” you say standing up infront of him wiping your mouth, “wanna make you feel good y/n…” he mumbled looking at you with his doe eyes “how?” you ask him, knowing he is shy and not experienced, he stumbles over his words, ears getting hot from shyness. “how about, you eat me out?” you say offering him, you lean back against he couch and open your legs inviting him, he nods eagerly and drops to his knees now infront of you, he flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up your cunt, since soobin had no idea what he was doing he just opted to make out with your pussy, but it was working, you were moaning and gripping at his hair, pushing his face down more “shit…” you moaned with your mouth open, “gonna cum..gonna cum..” you repeated as you came on soobins face, riding your high out on his tongue.

“did i do it right?” he said lifting his face up, glistening in your juices, “mhm, you did it perfectly” you praised him, you closed your eyes to regain your breath, as your eyes were closed you could feel soobin moving, “can i… put it in?” he asked shyly waiting for your ‘yes’

you could tell he couldn’t fit, but you stuck it out for him anyways, you moved to the edge of the couch so he had a better angle “yes” you said smiling at him, he stroked himself a little before he puts his fat cock head against your entrance trying to bully his way in “fuck soobin…” you said wincing at the pain, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to feel the inside of a warm cunt, “soobin ow ow” you whined as the stretch was too much, soobin felt embarassed but he was so far gone on chasing his high “im sorry im sorry..” he kept apologizing as he continued to force his way into your cunt, once he bottomed out in you, there was a visible bump in your stomach.

soobin gave you some time to adjust per your request, you were constantly clenching making him hiss as he felt the suction around him, “move” you say encouraging him to start moving, soobin wasted no time, he was thrusting at a selfish pace, one that felt good to him, but you didn’t blame him. “faster” you prompt him and he follows through moving faster giving you a surge of pleasure “oh my god… i love your cock soobin” you whine and arch your back. you reached down and rubbed your clit as soobin kept thrusting into you, “y/n… gonna cum… wanna cum so bad” he said hammering into you holding your hips down against the chair “cum, bunny…” you say bringing him to the edge, he cums as his mouth is open wide, he came so much in you it could have been enough to fill up an entire glass, you eventually came from feeling his cum in you.

soobin collapsed onto your chest completely out of breath. “you came so much bunny” you praise him, it makes you giggle when you feel him twitch inside of you.

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[operator-please-take-my-call]

There’s something about the fire truck incident that I feel like we should talk about more as a fandom

And it’s the fact that Buck had to, in part, (with help) drag himself out from under the ladder truck 😭.

Every time they lift the fire truck up, he’s dragging himself forward, bit by bit, be it with his arms, his torso, his hips, a combination of the above.

Hen is doing her best to help, but the circumstances don’t give her a lot of leverage or room to work. Her focus is also divided since she’s keeping track of his vitals. Everyone else is working to lift the truck.

Imagine how unbelievably painful it must be, to be crushed by a firetruck, and then have to drag yourself forward, because you know that if you don’t you may not be able to get out before the collective strength of those who are lifting the truck gives out.

And because it’s Buck who doesn’t give up, who always fights, who so earnestly wants to help, all of the time, even when he’s the one in danger, he realizes that he can’t not put effort into his own rescue, no matter how much it must hurt.

He’s probably aware, even in his delirium, that everyone’s trying to help him and so he wants to repay that and be helpful in return. He doesn’t want to let them down.

So, no matter the exhaustion or the pain, he knows he has to use all his strength to help Hen get him out from under that truck while he still can.

Bit by bit, with his arms, his torso, his hips, a combination of all of the above, while in excruciating pain, he works with Hen and everyone lifting the firetruck to get free.

What unbelievable strength that requires.

What an incredible, unbreakable spirit Buck has.

Anyways I love Buck and this scene makes my heart ache.

#evan buckley #evan 'buck' buckley #hen wilson #henrietta wilson #911 fox #911 abc #bobby nash #chimney han #eddie diaz #911 season 2 #911 2x18

[maybankxw]

MOONLIGHT

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ unprotected sex; fingering; ] minors dni!!!

summary: spending some nice time together on the beach at night, while everyone else is back at the house

word count: 1.1k

a/n: okay hello its me, i know its been a year since i came here last time, but i hope y'all enjoy it! love you tons and miss you too! <3

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any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated!

I was sitting outside the chateau listening to the waves splashing as my fingers fiddled with a tiny stick that I dug out of the sand. The skies were navy blue, stars shimmering in the dark pattern, soft cool wind shuttering foliage above my head and ruffling my hair. Behind me the sounds of a party echoed back in the house, followed with the steps that grew louder. My head swivelled back just to see her walking in my direction.

“J?” her tiny frame settled down beside me, her knees levelled the soft sand as she brushed my bare shoulders with her warm fingers, “Are you coming back in?”

My eyes shut close at her presence, her touch, the sweet scent of her perfume and her body pressed close to mine, “Yeah, in a bit.”

“Okay,” her lips, soft, landed on my shoulder feathery kissing my cold skin, veering to my neck as her hands rubbed my arms up and down, “I’ll see you there then.”

I grabbed her wrist as she was about to stand up, “No,” I demanded, pulling her to me, “Stay.”

“Are you alright?” she asked concerned, crawling over to face me, her features lit up by a dim light casted by a garland hung outside.

“Yeah,” a smile tugged on my lips, “Come here,” I stretched my hand out, grasping her by the nape of her neck, colliding my lips with hers. She tasted like vanilla, a faint flavour of alcohol too, “Even better now,” I mumbled in between the kisses smiling against her mouth, helping her straddle me, feeling her smiling too.

My hands explored her body, pulling the dress up, squeezing her thighs, her waist as my kisses reached her jaw and lowered further until I nibbled her neck, listening to the pattern of her breathing change. It grew heavier, her nails dug into my shoulder blades as her head fell back, giving me more space to explore.

“Is that so?” she breathed out, clutching my forearms, biting back tiny moans, “Oh—“

I groaned, feeling my cock twitch as she bucked her hips, my fingers fiddled with her dress, pushing it over her head, “Mhm,” I stopped, my eyes roamed her body, savouring the moment, “I will never get tired of looking at you,” I rasped, searching for her eyes, “Naked or not,” we both heaved, impatient, but taking time to taking each other in, “Always beautiful. The most beautiful girl,” for a quick moment silence followed, “My girl.” 

It came out as a whisper, something snapped in her, she turned so eager, ripping my shirt off and undoing the zipper on my shorts, getting me undressed. That made my whole body tingle. Heat crept up my neck, she was so beckoning, reckless even, we were hidden in the dark, but the thought of someone finding us like that made me smirk.

My hands wrapped around her body and I flipped us over, making her spine meet the tiny blanket I had sprawled on the sand. Fingers hooked in her panties and just in moments she was absolutely naked beneath me, staring right into my eyes, “Oh I need to be inside you, now,” I choked out, getting rid of my own boxers, throwing them in the pile of our clothes, that made her chuckle. “Mmm,” her eyelashes batted, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened as I flexed my hips and sank in her in one persistent push, “J—“ 

My nose dove into her neck as I rocked back and forth, nuzzling her skin, planting open mouthed kisses. The scent of her perfume made me dizzy, I wanted to drown myself in her and never leave. “Fuck, you feel so good,” my eyes met hers again and I kissed her eagerly, pinning her by the throat, swallowing her moans, quickening the pace of my thrusts, “Such a perfect pussy, made for me.”

Her fingers grasped and pulled my hair, her breaths turned rapid as she helplessly clung to me and bit my shoulder to prevent from screaming, “Please don’t stop.” 

The tension was getting unbearable, air hot, our bodies sweaty.

“Come for me, love,” I gasped, holding her wrists above her head, fucking her relentlessly as she pushed her hips up to meet my movements, her nails digging into my ass, making me hiss.

Her moans grew louder, thighs shook uncontrollably, I pressed her clit with my thumb and she let out a final loudest moan, biting my arm in no time. Tears sprung out of her eyes, but I kept on moving, fucking her. through her high and chasing my own.

“J, cum inside of me,” she heaved, unhurriedly coming back to her senses, melting into the sand. Gently, she touched my cheek and I kissed the inside of her palm, holding her gaze as a few droplets of sweat scattered down my forehead and my hair, “Fuck—“

My cock twitched, I felt her walls tighten, I bet she did that on purpose. Cum rushed out, warm and sticky, filling her in, our moans merged into one.

“That was—” she smiled, stroking my chest, my abdomen, brushing my wet hair off my forehead.

“What?” I frowned, concerned, only to make her chuckle again.

“That was perfect. I mean, I didn’t think I’d fuck you tonight at all, you looked so busy back there. Why’d you come here anyways?”

“For you to find me, so I could fuck you senseless,” I grinned, giving her another lustful kiss on the lips, sucking in her upper lip, not wanting to release her from the captivity of my body, “I was hoping you’d find me here,” my mouth explored her body, my tongue found her nipples, hard, and I licked them, one at a time, meanwhile pinching another, making her squirm under me and moan. I fucking loved having her like that, at my mercy, whining for me. I slid lower, giving her stomach a few pecks and two wet drags of my tongue. My head was in between her legs now, I held them apart, licking a stripe up her folds, kissing her clit, fucking teasing her with my tongue, “JJ, please.”

“Yeah?” I sucked her clit in my mouth again, feeling her clenching her thighs around my head, “Tell me.”

“I need you inside.”

“Already?” a smile stretched on my lips, I pushed two of my fingers inside her perfect hole, feeling the warmth, leisurely moving in and out, still working my mouth on her.

She seized my wrist, helping me fuck my fingers in her, faster, rougher, her free hand tugging at my hair, forcing me to groan into her skin. When I felt her clench and shake for the second time, I eased my fingers out, wiping them down her hip, nuzzling her stomach and dropping down next to her afterwards, “You’re my guilty pleasure, you know? Wanna stay like this with you forever.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #jj outer banks #outer banks netflix #obx #outer banks #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #jj obx imagine #jj obx

[strwberri-milk]

Can we get some soft smut with Dainsleif? Like, him and reader are just so gentle with each other. Body worship, praising each other, and generally taking care of each other.

Just…absolutely smitten for each other.

nsfw under the cut!!

Dainsleif never entertained the idea that he would ever feel anything like this for anybody. He resigned himself to protecting the crown, and then to a new mission that he holds close to his chest. The passage of time stretched endlessly in front of him and he despised it with every fibre of his being - until he met you.

Time was always slow for him, days turning into nights and an endless circle that continued it's downward descent. The years blurred together, memories all mush in his brain but somehow, being around you sped time up. He found himself now enjoying the day, planning his schedule around your smile and desires.

It took him a while to warm up to you but you never minded. You know that he's a difficult man with an even more difficult past - one you just barely started to understand. You know he appreciates the fact that you aren't pushing him to tell you everything, finding his quiet in you.

The first time the two of you have sex it's so...sweet. You never thought you could feel this loved before, even after meeting Dainsleif. He gave you everything you could ask for and more and you thought that you had it all until you hand him knelt between your legs, breath gently teasing your core as he looks up at you as though you hung the stars in the sky. Honestly, that's not even the best thing you've done for him - giving him light to his days again, that's something he'll worship your memory for for the rest of his life.

His hands treat you like you're made of glass, gently caressing kissing all over your body. You're not given room to breath, Dainsleif stealing your breath away with his lips. It's almost cruel how slow he's being but the adoration on his face makes you stop. If it makes him happy you'd give him the world no matter how much effort it took.

Your fingers curl into his hair, hips bucking into his mouth as he takes his time to savour you. His tongue runs up and down your body, lips wrapping around your most sensitive places to suckle gently. Your body tenses which each of his ministrations, trying so hard not to kick him but you're making such a mess on his face. He loves it, loves seeing how worked up he's making you. He wants you to finish on his tongue, lapping up at your essence to make sure he doesn't miss a single drop.

When he finally enters you he holds your hands tightly, keeping your gaze on his as he tells you how good you feel. Your hole clenches around him tightly, adjusting to his size as he tries not to cum immediately from the warmth wrapped around him. He peppers your neck and collar in kisses, desperately trying to hold himself back. His hips grind into you slowly, thrusts hitting you exactly where you need him. He brings you to a slow release, your body feeling all warm and tingly as he cums on you. He allows himself one act of greed here, leaning down to kiss you messily and desperately as his hips rut against your body, soaking your sex in his mess.

He holds you so tightly afterwards, showering you in praise and kisses. You've become a reason for him to stay alive - treating you like the treasure you are is the least he could do. You won't be getting out of his arms any time soon if he has anything to say about it.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #dainsleif x reader