#and Buck was the one who had a moment with him???

[aikuwrld]

men who are DEVOTED munchers becoming a stuttering mess when you ask to give them head… they look at you like you just asked the most incredulous question in existence. you? give him head? right now? he’s so used to servicing you— the thought of you giving him head already had him shamefully twitching in his pants and dizzy.

“are you sure, my love? no, i mean, you don’t need to… i mean—”

poor baby can barely put a sentence together even before the touching has even happened. don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t want it. he’s indulged— matter of fact, he’s stroked a few ones out at the thought of you sucking him off. on your knees, pretty glossy doe eyes looking up at him while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth. it’s just that he’s always been a little shy. too embarrassed to ask you. it’s pathetic— hilarious even that a burly, bulking man of his stature couldn’t bring himself to ask his darling little wife something so simple. he was devoted to you. the man worshipped you. he knew his purpose. it was clear as day in fact. to service and care for you. to follow you like the smitten fool he was. he knew that he was meant for nothing else the moment he had laid his eyes on you. he was yours.

your husband’s putty once you begin leaving behind the softest of kisses down his chest and trembling stomach. the smell of his skin and the hushed whimpers every once in a while leaving his pretty lips dulling your senses. you had to pull away to admire the sight— your hungry eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of your man. the contour of his prominent muscles; the number of ruthless hours he’d managed to put into training never failed to impress you. the tank he wore now bunched up and resting on the swell of his pecs; buds glossed over with drool while his chest heaved with every shuddering breath he took, and god, the trail of thick hair leading down to his veiny lower abdomen.

he’s practically a pathetic puddle of moans and drool while you attempt to push another inch of his twitching length down your throat minutes later, the tuft of hair on his abdomen tickling your nose as your mouth painfully stretches to take in his fat girth. your tousled hair not going unnoticed as he begins to comb it back, chivalrous as ever while he holds it back with one shaky hand, the other draped over his burning face.

“ah, hnng..! fuuuuck… just—just like that, pretty…”

he drools out, a fucked out mess of groans and praises just for you as he bucks his shaky hips into your mouth involuntarily, apologizing hastily at the sound of your gagging. but oh, how you could practically live off this rare sight. your panties soaking wet at the sight of your husband selfishly chasing his high. you suck in your tear stained cheeks, hallowing them out as his fat leaky tip hits the back of your throat. you were no better than him; a slobbering, gagging perverted mess as you begin to massage and stroke the base of his wet cock.

“gonna… oh— oh, god… don’t… please, baby, i’m gonna…”

he strains out, his hips twitching up as his head presses back against the arm of the couch, his bulging biceps flexing from the iron grip he has on your hair as he thrusts into your mouth once more. you pull away from his thick girth to catch your breath, eliciting a whine that you swear had you ascending. sticky gloss and spit trailing down his cock and connecting from your lips as you push his cock against his tense stomach to lick at the veiny underside. you allow the tip of your tongue to massage against a vein before leaving behind sloppy kisses at the thick shaft down to his twitching balls. he jolts forward in shock, heels digging into the plush surface of the couch. the veins straining underneath the thin skin of his large hands, almost like they were ready to burst with how tight he fingers were interlocked with the roots of your hair.

he can barely control himself, at this point mindlessly babbling on about how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you, how close he is to cumming. you begin to massage the base of his sticky cock once more before sliding the wet shaft past your lips, slurping shamelessly as you begin to bob your head back up and down. it doesn’t take another second before he shoots his thick load right down your warm, wet cavern. riding out his orgasm as you massage and you pull your head up with a pop, gasping for air as he begins to wipe at your mouth, praising you for taking him so well. he definitely didn’t mind a bit of spoiling here and there. especially from you.

⟢ reiner, erwin, choso, nanami, sendou, niou, noel, tokimitsu, yukimiya, diluc, sanji, zack, aki, vash, sanemi + your favs . . (〃ω〃)

[ryescapades]

rin itoshi + nsfw + "don't act so shy now" please!!! thank you sm <3

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prompt: 11 - “don’t act so shy now,” characters: itoshi rin (bllk) x f!reader contents: nsfw mdni !! overstim, fingering, squirting, implied multiple orgasms, petname (baby), use of y/n once, teasing, lmk if there's more :') wc ~ 1k (not proofread!)

a/n: tysm for participating anon! wrote this as an expansion to this little brainrot i had yesterday

itoshi rin is getting restless.

the heat on the practice field is oddly suffocating, the clothes sticking to his back feels strange and icky, his goals aren’t hitting, his passes are lukewarm at best and impractical at worst, his teammates are more irritating than usual… among other things.

he’s fucking restless, and the aforementioned issues are not even the source of it.

rin slouches on the bench, leg bouncing as he reigns in the urge to literally bite his infuriating teammate's head off who’s sitting beside him and has been prattling on and on about the match. his coach had told him to sit the second half out, considering how much of a joy he had been acting the past almost half an hour.

his phone buzzes again in his duffel bag by his feet, the vibration sending his teeth grinding against each other in agitation. he pulls it out and immediately opens the message app to your contact just as another text from you comes in.

and there it is. the root of all his problems.

‘have i told you i missed you today? no?? i miss you rinnie :))‘ the text reads. and it would’ve sounded completely innocent if not for the image attachment you’d shared along with it.

it’s a selfie of you in the mirror, looking all pretty and absolutely his while wearing one of his jerseys. no pants, no bra, and no underwear. rin found that out from all the other– how many was it again? probably seven or eight pictures you’d sent prior to this one.

a wave of feverishness rushes inside his veins, flowing down south and making his blood boil until he can feel his pants tightening at his groin. his control is persisting on a fine thread, waiting to snap just at the right moment–

his phone vibrates in his hand. one text of ‘i think she misses you too lol’ and another scandalous photo that insinuates the heaven between your ridiculously sinful thighs later, rin thinks his mind has blacked out from that point on. the last of his control splinters and fractures into bits, and he’s already gathering his stuff from the ground before he heads towards the exit with no more than a muttered “i’m going home,” towards his coach.

the drive back feels like a nonexistent event to his brain, and so is the moment he steps through the threshold, teal hues darkening when they connect with your pair of frozen, unblinking eyes as if resembling a deer caught in headlights. “r-rin? you’re back early… how was–”

everything passes by in a blur and the next thing you know, rin has you sat with him on the bed, back against his chest and jersey bunching on your navel as he pulls another earth-shattering orgasm out of you with his fingers. “come on, baby. you can give me one more, can’t you?” he murmurs against your ear.

tears clump your lashes together, and the hitched breath erupts into a broken whine when rin starts another ruthless pace, his middle and ring fingers thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt to make you fall over the edge again.

“rin–” your hips buck in his hold as you barely notice the drenched sheets underneath your ass from how much you’ve been coming. “‘s too much, i can’t–” you whimper, thighs shaking from the overstimulation and threatening to close before rin hooks one of them beneath his and keeps a firm grip on the other, hindering you from hiding away.

“should’ve thought of that before sending those pictures to me,” he tuts against the side of your head and relishes the way you squeeze around his digits, soaking them with your slick and cum even more. his own arousal grows, digging further into your back and pushing against the constraint of his pants as your hand weakly tries to push him off.

wouldn’t be surprising if there’s already a wet patch there but he’ll take care of that later. for now, you need to be taught a lesson first after teasing him like that.

there’s a dirty cacophony of wet squelching sounds, your moans and his grunts that continues to echo in the room. rin pays it no mind, moving his thumb to rub harsh circles on your swollen clit instead. your eyes roll to the back of your head, the constant drag of his deft fingers against your sensitive walls making you delirious and drunk in an unstable cloud of maddening lust.

another broken sound spills from your parted lips as more slick visibly gushes out between his fingers, causing you to turn and hide your reddened face in his neck. “don’t act so shy now. didn’t you say this pussy missed me? i’m just giving her what she wants,” he gruffly says before gripping your chin to make you watch him play with your body as he pleases.

that familiar heat pools in your stomach, burning up your entire body in a flame of carnal desire as your next climax approaches. rin, however, is becoming impatient. he did mentally decide for one last time before he fucks you on his cock, after all.

desperate now more than ever to get on to the latter part of his decision, his fingers keep the relentless pace on your poor cunt as he rests his palm on your lower belly and gently presses down.

there’s a slight pause in your labored pants, the air getting stuck in your throat before you keen, a sharp and dizzying sense of pleasure colliding against your very mind, body and soul like a tidal wave. you’re once again thrown off the cliff, shattering and coming undone with a ruptured cry of his name tearing from your mouth.

“shit, y/n.” he curses, unable to take his eyes off the sight of you squirting on his fingers as his cock throbs even harder, your cum dripping down to his wrist in an obscene trail.

holy fuck, that might’ve been the hottest thing rin has ever experienced in his entire life.

i’m ovulating don’t look at me taglist open !

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[leashybebes]

fic: blue and gold (11/28)

@bucktommyfluffebruary day 11 prompt is double date and my fill is here

calling this part one of three of a micro arc in the overall fic. i'm excited. do i need to raise the rating purely on account of sal's mouth?

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"You look nervous," Evan says as their Uber pulls into a parking spot outside of the restaurant. "Why do you look nervous?"

"I'm not nervous," Tommy lies automatically. "Okay, no. Sal can be…a lot."

"Yeah? You sure it's not just that he's known you longer than anyone you still speak to?"

Smartass, Tommy thinks fondly, but he's not wrong. "Hey, now. I speak to my mom."

Evan rolls his eyes and hops out of the car, straightening his shirt. For all that he's giving Tommy shit about being nervous, he has the look of a man who's changed his outfit several times before settling on the dark slacks and the nicely fitting dark denim shirt. Tommy's weirdly touched that he put so much effort into dinner with Tommy's asshole best friend and his asshole best friend's actual angel in human form of a wife.

Sal and Gina are already inside, a bottle of wine on the table between them and missing at least a couple of glasses.

"They go hard on nights without the kids," Tommy tells Evan as they walk over to join Sal and Gina, who are already standing to greet them.

"Tommy!" Gina claims him first in a hug, before she hands him off to Sal who punches him in the shoulder. "And the mysterious Evan."

"Mysterious, huh?" Evan asks, shooting Tommy a look.

"Just been trying to protect you from Sal," Tommy jokes. "And unfortunately that means depriving you of Gina."

Evan laughs. "Call me Buck," he says, kissing Gina's cheek and shaking Sal's hand. In the split second that leaves them, Gina shoots Tommy a wide eyed look and a double thumbs up. Tommy bites his tongue and pulls Gina into another hug.

"So much hotter than the last one," she hisses into his ear.

"Yep," Tommy agrees happily.

"Don't listen to this asshole," Sal is saying, pulling Evan into a seat. "Whatever he told you is bullshit, we're fuckin' delightful."

"I've only heard good things," Evan says, adding after a miniscule pause, "About Gina."

Oh, this is going to be fine, Tommy thinks to himself.

Two hours later, they're finishing their third bottle of wine, and Tommy's regretting everything. Evan and Gina are falling all over themselves laughing at Sal's dramatic reenactment of Tommy's top ten humiliating probie moments.

"Come on," Tommy protests. "You've heard all these stories before," he says, pointing at Gina. "And you're supposed to be on my side," pointing at Evan.

"Yeah but babe - babe," Evan protests, wiping his eyes. "You had mud in your ears."

"Pal, he had mud in worse places than that," Sal promises.

"Oh my god," Tommy grumbles and helps himself to the last of the wine. As Evan pitches sideways to muffle laughter in Sal's shoulder Tommy lifts his glass to his mouth and pretends he's drinking out of irritation rather than to hide the smile he can't hold back as these two parts of his life fit together with an almost audible click.

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

You break down into tears and tell them: "It’s been so long since I’ve felt this happy, I think I just got overwhelmed. You make me happy.” 

Heartslabyul dorm; Savanaclaw dorm; Octavinelle dorm; Scarabia dorm; Pomefiore Dorm; Ignihyde Dorm; Diasomnia Dorm (here)

Malleus Draconia – You two had walked this path a dozen times before, and he admits it’s a bit of an impulse to carry the both of you to the tops of the trees in order to see the starts better. The stories of the constellations of your world never fail to impress him, and it’s even better when the both of you simply start making up your own stories.  

This isn’t the first time you’ve leaned against him as he speaks, but when he looks down, he’s initially scared. Did he’s tail squeeze too tight? Did he nick you with his claws?  

He can’t say he has ever felt so overwhelmed with joy like this, but he understands overwhelmed at least. He looks around quickly, an instinct from his childhood, before draping his coat over your head and allowing you to have your moment, pulling you into his lap for a hug. He can give you this, in a way that he rarely over received.  

“I’m happy.” he simply says, “I’m happy that I can do this for you. Not as a king, but as a friend. As your friend.” 

Lilia Van Rouge – Lilia much prefers to be on the move, seeing all the new sights and sounds the world creates. Humanity changes so quickly, he’s got to stay on top of things! But for you, he’s more than happy to visit the vintage markets and thrift stores, talking about the different pieces you found, their functions, how it’s changed over the decades.  

You had disappeared for only a moment, though it isn’t difficult to find you again. Even your explanation as you try and stop the tears makes perfect sense to him. He felt the same watching Malleus hatch, Silver grow up, even friends long past.  

“Silly, hiding away when you feel happy!” He chuckles, using his sleeves to squish your face. “You must know that it only gets better from here?”  

Sebek Zigvolt – When you had approached Sebek about books to learn more about culture, especially Briar Valley since so many were biased, you had found a different side to him. He was still loud and opinionated of course, but knowing that you were learning seemed to soften him a bit. He was quite a good conversationalist when speaking about his books, and his insights into tradition was something that couldn’t be offered in a text.  

He was sketching out the field of a battle when one of your tears drops on the page. Initially he panics, almost scolding you for such an emotional outburst. But as you explain, he seems to stop himself. He remembers feeling the same the first time Malleus congratulated him on his improvement, or when he finally was able to wield his grandfather’s magearm.  

“While I can...understand, you must collect yourself.” he says, using a tissue nearby. “Afterall, there is plenty more to be found if you simply forge it for yourself. Don’t give up, human!”  

Silver Van Rouge – Silver is a quiet sort, though you know that he can be delightfully witty and sarcastic when he has the energy. That’s the side of him that you get to see deep in the forest, with him leading Samson through on a trail he knows well. Afterall, he’s the one who cut it out.  

He remarks on Diasomnia as a whole, his father, and he speaks about Malleus more as a brother out here than he ever would in person. There are expectations that he can’t escape under watchful eyes and he needs to practice that now before he becomes a guard for him.  

Both of you go quiet as you see a buck pull down a branch for his young fawn to eat, although they startle when your voice hitches.  

Silver bends forward to see you, and you try and hide away the tears. Your explanation makes sense to him, in an odd way. He can remember the first time Lilia complimented his swordsmanship, or the pride in Malleus when he stood up for him in front of the Council. He was ‘scolded’ for it, but he knows better.  

“I know that time feels fleeting and that moments like these seem rare.” He squeezes your middle, Samson breathing steadily underneath the both of you. “But I hope they aren’t for you. I hope they come in abundance, as consistent as the dawn.”  

[3amwritings]

The Priest's Favorite Sinner

Pairing: Priest!Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Smut, 18+ Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2.7k words

Summary: The Priest has his favorite sinner, his favorite forbidden fruit.

Warnings: Smut, Blowjobs, Religious guilt, Religious Imagery, Unprotected sex, riding, Gender Neutral reader (I try), Exhibitionism, Reader degrades Yunho and he's super into it, Kinda proofread? , Yunho is a freak freak

A/N: I finally posted something to this acc (admin 🥥 here), I had this bitch sitting in my drafts for months so I decided to clean it up to post >.< I hope you enjoy it! It's my first ever fic like this and any feedback is appreciated ^0^

...To be honest, Yunho does not remember where this perverted fixation on you had started. You’re nothing more than a filthy sinner, someone that Yunho should have stayed away from, from the very moment he laid eyes on you. But you were too enticing for him. Maybe this had started when you accidentally caught him jerking off to a photo of you in his office. Or maybe it started when you had lured him into the confession booth, with those seductive eyes.

Well, whatever it was that started all this… now Yunho can’t get enough of you.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." Yunho gasps out, his voice slightly strained, his hands gripping the handles of the confession booth desperately. His grip was so tight, that his knuckles were turning white.

Here you were, between his legs as he sat in the confession booth, his cock deep down your throat. He gasps out and whimpers at how fucking good you feel, your warm mouth taking in all of him. It feels like pure bliss, his heavy cock twitching against your warm tongue.

…This is not what a priest does. A lingering sense of guilt rests in his stomach, a pit chewing at him. nYunho was aware that what he was doing was wrong. If by some miracle he wasn’t damned, this was certainly the nail in the coffin.

Each quickie or blowjob you give, in the confession booth or his office, only lures him in deeper, hook and sinker. You're like a drug to him, and he's addicted…

But Yunho can’t lie and say he doesn’t feel a bit of shame. The never-ending guilt and shame of doing these sinful things in a place considered Holy. What type of priest is he? What type of priest has he become?

… A dirty fucking one, that’s for sure. He’s so addicted to you and your body, trying to find the next wild or bizarre thing to do that puts them at a high risk of being caught…

His cock twitches even more at the idea, another moan slipping his pretty, plush lips. God, you’re so fucking good at being a slut for him.

But suddenly, Yunho was snapped out of thoughts, at the sound of the door to the other side of the confession booth opening, and the shuffling of clothing. Yunho's eyes widened, his face flushing red. What the fuck? Didn’t he put up a sign he would not be hosting confessions today? Had he forgotten?

The logical thing to do was pull you off his cock and take the confession. That’s what a good priest who had not fallen into temptation would do. However… The idea that he has to listen to someone repent their sins to their priest, all while getting his cock sucked and staying quiet is so hot to him... Yunho really was a pervert, wasn't he?

He quietly mutters another apology under his breath, as his hand tightens its grip on your hair, guiding you to keep a steady place as you blow him. Who was the apology for? Not even Yunho knows.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." A man speaks softly, the strain in his voice obvious. He had been crying prior, and in a heartbroken manner, came to Yunho to help find some peace. Your eyes are glued on Yunho, who clears his throat, preparing to reply.

He lets out another low groan, his hips instinctively bucking towards your eager mouth. His fingers tighten around your hair, guiding your movements.

…How is he supposed to care about someone else's sins when all he can think about is how much he wants to bend you over right now? 

You quite truly are the forbidden fruit.

"Go on, my child" Yunho finally begins, his voice shaky and filled with lustful need. God help him, but it feels so wrong yet oh-so-right at the same time.

The other person on the other side didn't hear how Yunho sounded different, probably too grief-stricken to notice or care. He begins to talk, occasionally stopping to hiccup or sob. Yunho was trying to focus on this story, his mind split between processing this man’s story and relishing the warm sensation of your mouth enveloping his cock.

For just a moment, Yunho feels guilty about what he is doing while this poor man repents his sins.

But you don’t.

Carefully, while locking eyes with him, you slowly took more of Yunho’s cock deeper into your mouth, deepthroating him. His eyes widened as he watched you, biting his lip so hard he could taste crimson metallic blood. It oozes out of the wound and threatens to spill down his chin.

You took him all in, the tip of your nose pressed against his skin, the sight so erotic Yunho wished he could be like this forever. Your sweet, plush lips around his cock…

Fuck, you’re going to be the death of him.

"What...what sins have you committed?" Yunho manages to choke out, his words barely coherent as he struggles to maintain control. His body tenses up, muscles clenching as he fights against the overwhelming urge to cum. Did this man already tell Yunho about his sins? He’s not even paying attention at this point.

Thankfully, the man hadn’t told Yunho his sins, and he did just that. Yunho can hear the man’s voice trembling, as he voices the sins he committed, that led him to this very confession booth. Yunho couldn’t help but roll his eyes. The sins he mentioned were not worthy of showing up here, not even in the slightest.

His grip on your hair tightens further, pulling you closer until there's no space left between your lips and his body. He starts thrusting shallowly, using your mouth like his own personal sex toy. "Tell me everything," he commands breathlessly, his voice low and husky with desire. "Don't leave anything out..."

Is he stalling? Is Yunho hoping that the man’s tragic story takes up enough time for Yunho to finally climax? Not even he knows.

What he should have done was just bless him and forgive his sins already… Well, that could only happen if he wasn’t such a pervert. The idea that this random man finds out is hotter than any fantasty Yunho could come up with.

*"...and that's why I'm here," the voice from outside continues, sounding broken-hearted and remorseful.

But Yunho can hardly concentrate on the man’s words. Every fiber of his being screams for release, begging him to let go and surrender himself fully to pleasure. A soft whimper escapes him as you constrict your throat even more- such a simple action sends shockwaves through his body. 

"Well..." His mind was too fuzzy to come up with a specific answer. His brain scurried to find a simple basic answer, one to satisfy this man so he could get the hell out faster. He finally responds after what felt like ages with, "It seems that your penance will involve many prayers and hours spent kneeling before God." How ironic.

With those words hanging heavy in the air, Yunho gives one final push into your welcoming mouth. A soft shuddered sigh leaves his lips, his head tilted forward, as his locks of black hair stick to his forehead, littered with beads of sweat.

You slightly cough as he grips your hair tighter and holds your head down, as he releases hot cum down your throat. It overflows, some of it escaping the corners of your mouth, mixed with some of your saliva, dripping down the base of his cock, and down his balls. It most definitely ruined his robes, but to be honest, Yunho couldn't care less.

"Oh, thank you, Father." The grief-stricken man thanks Yunho multiple times, his voice full of joy and relief. He wasn’t even aware of what had been happening next door. The newly repented man leaves the confession booth, leaving Yunho and you alone here.

As you were finally pulled off his softening cock, you couldn’t help but softly cough out, having managed to swallow all that Yunho had given you. “...You’re a fucking pervert, you know.” You couldn’t help but gasp out, trying to catch your breath.

Yunho couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at you. You’re correct, but why must you be so vulgar about it? “A pervert? Is that what you think of me?” He softly mused, his hand letting go of your hair, his hands almost instinctively petting it, to smooth it out. For a moment, Yunho had to admire how divine you looked in the dim lighting of the confession booth.

“You seemed super fucking turned on about the idea someone could have discovered us…” You commented in a very curt, straightforward manner. “...That's something only a pervert would get off to.” A sly smile forms on your face as Yunho's face slightly flushes red. Again, you might be right, but why so blunt about it?

He swallows as he watches you strip your clothes off in a nonchalant manner, his cock somehow hardening yet again. You and your cursed spell.

"...You're right," Yunho finally admitted softly, his hands reaching for your bare hips, feeling the soft flesh underneath his fingertips. He gives a possessive squeeze, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mind runs crazy with lust and desire. He pulls you in more, having you straddle Yunho.  "I am a pervert. And you're the reason why."

His hands roam and touch every part of you he can, committing it to memory. He can never get enough of your body. He’s utterly hooked.

"I can't help myself around you. You drive me crazy..." Yunho’s voice is deep and sensual, as he pulls you in even closer to him. His lips then began to press kisses all over your bare chest. You couldn’t help but let out a shuddered sigh, your head tilted back in pure bliss.

…All his life, Jeong Yunho had devoted himself to the name of Christ and God. It feels with each feverish kiss he presses on your delicate skin, more and more of his sanity slips away. The delicate braid of his faith in his religion, unraveled string by string. You were the one he wanted to spend and dedicate the rest of his life worshipping. 

To prove his point, Yunho captures your nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to elicit a gasp from your parted lips. "Mmm, but I bet you love it, just as much as I do." He murmured in a husky manner, his eyes looking up at you. A crazed look of insanity, lust, and devotion was swirling in those brown eyes of him, signifying that this priest was long gone.

You couldn’t help but nod, little moans slipping past your lips with each kiss, each hickey, and each bite Yunho leaves on you, marking you in a way only a sinner could.

“Oh, yes I do, Father.” You moan out, peering down and snickering to yourself as Yunho’s ears slightly flush red. You can’t get enough of teasing him.

His cock eagerly twitches against your needy hole, and you lifted your hips up just enough, positioning yourself to be a bit more comfortable.

Knees planted on either side of Yunho’s beefy thighs, one hand on the handle of the confession booth and the other on Yunho’s shoulder, you lazily roll your hips over the sensitive tip, watching the priest under you shudder.

“Don’t tease me like that.” Yunho desperately hisses between his teeth, his hands firmly gripping your hips. Once his tip was kissing against your hole, Yunho couldn’t help but let out a trembling moan once you finally sank down on him.

A sweet moan leaves your lips as his big cock stretches you out, your velvety walls pulsing and eagerly milking him, his tip pressed right against that sweet spot deep in you. “Oh yes, Father-” You moaned out, as you began to roll your hips, bouncing on Yunho’s cock.

Deep moans leave Yunho’s lips, he’s absolutely mesmerized by you. You look so angelic riding him, so ethereal. Liquid pleasure courses through Yunho's veins, but he doesn’t even have time to relish in it.

In the midst of his pleasure-filled haze, Yunho’s ears pick up once again on the confession booth door next to him opening. What the fuck?!

Suddenly, without thinking, Yunho puts his hand to your mouth and shoves his fingers in. His fingers press against your tongue, causing you to slightly cough, any noises afterward muffled. On the other side, it’s an older woman’s voice. “Father forgive me, for I have sinned.”

His heart beats out of his chest, that same thrill he got from earlier coursing through his veins. The thrill of potentially being caught is too addicting for Yunho to just give up. As his free hand gently guides you to keep bouncing on his cock, he clears his throat, and he speaks. “What seems to be troubling you, my child? Speak freely.” 

His mind is melting. Yunho’s eyes are fixated on your form, the way you bounce on his aching cock, the way you look taking his fingers in your mouth, the way your spit drools down your chin. He’s trying to focus on the lady next to him. He really is. You’re just too distracting. You just simply feel too good, wrapped around his cock.

With sniffles, the woman next to him began to confess her sins in a soft, repentant voice, which only made Yunho roll his eyes again. This was once again petty bullshit that did not require to be forgiven.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you then began to grind your hips for more pleasure, and by accident, a soft moan left his lips. Your eyes narrow in delight as Yunho’s eyes widen in horror, his hand squeezing your hip so hard there would surely be bruises by tomorrow.

“F-Father are you okay?” The woman on the other asks in a concerned manner. She has no idea. She has no clue what is happening next to her.

“Apologies, my child…” Yunho stammers out slightly, trying to compose himself to respond. “...I slept wrong on my neck last night. Just had some pain.”

Really? Neck pain? Is that the best he can do? Yunho could feel your tongue move as you giggled underneath his fingers, and he shot you a glare to behave yourself.

The woman clears her throat, before continuing her tale. “Please Father, what should I do?”

That’s a great question. What should she do?

Yunho grits his teeth as he begins to thrust his hips upwards, his cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars. A knot forms quickly in your abdomen, signaling that you aren’t gonna last long. As your tongue decides to swirl around his long fingers, Yunho’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his own orgasm approaching quickly. His eyes clenched shut as he fights to maintain control, even an ounce of sanity.

“Forgiveness can be found through prayer and penance, my child," Yunho finally manages to say, his voice strained and husky. “Now repeat after me: 'I am truly sorry for my sins...'”

As the woman in the booth next to him begins to recite the phrase, Yunho's thrusts become more erratic, desperately chasing that sweet forbidden release. He's teetering on the edge, the sweet taste of Nirvana is just right on the tip of his tongue.

Your eyes roll back to the back of your head as you came, your juices coating and making a mess on Yunho’s thighs. If Yunho’s fingers were not in your mouth, your moans would have been so loud right now.

Yunho shudders at the sight of your orgasm that he can’t hold back anymore, pulling your hips down on his cock as he came, shooting streams of  cum into your sweet hole.

He lets out a low shaky exhale, as the lady in the booth next to him thanks Father Yunho, leaving in a hurry.

The only sound that could be heard is the soft ragged breathing that came from you and Yunho, trying to catch your breaths from such an experience.

“...Told ya that you were a pervert.” You grinned slightly, as you slowly lifted yourself off his softening cock, some of his cum slightly leaking out.

Yunho, who’s still trying to catch his breath, narrows his eyes but chooses not to comment on it. After all, you were correct.

[anystalker707]

I <3 making pretty boys cry

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: Anakin cries when you blow him Tags: drabble / Anakin's pretty whimpers / teasing him / edging / dacryphilia

MASTER LIST

          The Jedi code was extensive, descriptive, and strict, but it never stopped exceptions, and Anakin himself was a great one, ever since the beginning. He was supposed to be many things, but none mattered the moment he was with you, away from prying eyes. Sometimes, when you were lucky enough, you would manage to slip away because spending nights in the Temple was too risky, within the sense of so many powerful Jedi that could sense your connection as easily as one could notice a sudden breeze.

It was a cheap motel in the lower levels of Coruscant, but it was more than enough if it meant the two of you could be together without worrying about anything beyond the closed walls of the bedroom. Not even ten minutes had passed since you two entered the room, and Anakin’s pants already echoed through it, punctuated by soft whimpers.

A pretty pink dusted Anakin’s cheeks as he looked down at you through half-lidded eyes and blown pupils, hands pressed to the wall, each by a side of his hips. Fuck it if the floor would stain your pants and leave marks on the knees, you just couldn’t waste any second by moving to the bed or the couch, much busier with continuing to mouth the outline of the bulge that strained his pants, keeping your eyes on his face as much as you could.

“You’re so hard for me, baby,” you mumbled, easily earning yourself an adorable whine. Anakin’s cock visibly twitched when your fingers grazed the waistband of his pants, so you took a few more seconds than you planned to start tugging it down, letting it grind along his length, and when you did the same with his boxers, he let out another breathy moan. “So pretty. Look at you.”

Pearls of cum glazed the flushed tip, enough to ease your hand’s motions as you wrapped it around his cock and pumped him slowly, feeling every vein, every pulsation. Your eyes followed attentively as another bead escaped his tip, rolling down your thumb’s knuckle.

“Please,” Anakin’s breathy plea cut through your thoughts, and you glanced up at him again, wishing you could swallow the moans straight from those soft plush lips, but you focused on busying your mouth with something else right now.

Anakin was sensitive, and you never had the opportunity to have him often enough to cure that sensitivity away, which was far from bad. He was responsive to every little touch, craving everything and anything from you, and who were you to deny?

The tangy, salty taste was more than familiar, spreading on your tongue as you licked a stripe from the base to the tip before going back down, tracing the vein. Up again, your tongue reached the underside of his tip, snatching a higher-pitched moan from Anakin as his hips bucked forward. You could only imagine how painfully needy he was after only being palmed and mouthed through his pants for so long, only now getting the friction and contact he ached so much for.

Your tongue swirled around the tip before closing around it, and Anakin’s breath fell completely out of pace when you finally took him in your mouth. First, deep throating, then bobbing shallowly. Even if he tangled his fingers in your hair, it was mostly for leverage than to fuck into your mouth, because he obediently kept his hips in place when you held them against the wall.

“G’nna cum,” Anakin whined, cock twitching, leaking more, thighs quivering. How adorable. A sound of frustration followed after you pulled away, and cold air replaced the warmth of your mouth; he almost folded over. He looked down, eyes glazed, as he observed you nuzzle into his crotch, in a way you mouthed at his balls lightly. It felt so good, but he didn’t want to cum like that, he needed you, he needed you to have every drop.

“Mmph, please,” Anakin repeated. He hoped he could hold back.

“What’s it, baby?” You raised your eyebrows lightly, heart fluttering when you caught the sight of a tear finally escaping his eye and trailing down his cheek. Your thumbs rubbed circles into his hips, soothing and demanding all at the same time.

“Need your mouth ‘round me,” Anakin babbled. The words ran one into another, his small voice breathy and whiny. He exhaled shakily, another tear escaping his eyes as his cock twitched painfully.

“Oh, poor little thing,” you whispered, kissing his tip while wrapping a hand around the base of his cock. “‘M gonna take care of you.” You took him into his mouth again, cock heavy on your tongue, throbbing even more when you hollowed your cheeks. Something similar to a sob escaped his lips, and it didn’t even take long before he came, salty bitter cum coating your tongue as you kept working your mouth around him, despite the soft sobs that still escaped his lips, muffled by his palm.

[runawaybridee]

minors DNI!! wrote this after I saw this, I aged down all might a bit (in his early forties), reader had a crush on him as a teenager but they didn't meet until adulthood, reader is an arm biter lol, reader is gender neutral but slightly implied afab, virgin allmight!! handjob, kind of sub all night, oral (m!receiving), big dick all might ofc, maybe pt. 2??

request r open!

being almost twenty years younger than your pro-hero boyfriend was already an issue. but finding out he's a virgin? oh, that.. that's what got you.

it's not like that's a bad thing! it's just.. he's forty-three, and a super sexy pro-hero! any woman would want to fuck him. you sure do.

you'd never tell him this, but you totally had a crush on him when you were a teenager. any girl who saw his debut did, those muscles had people in a chokehold. you included.

toshinori doesn't mind when you bite his arms, he knows it's affectionate. but everytime you so much as kiss him.. he's painfully hard. he covers it with a pillow or blanket or excuses himself to the restroom to rub one out.

it's pathetic, really. he's forty-three years old, not some hormonal teenage boy. but you just make him feel things he's never felt before.

when he's home from work, he greets you with a soft forehead kiss. you smile up at him, "how was your day, love?" you ask quietly. "good, darling, quite an easy day."

you hum softly, sitting up. "lay with me?" you ask softly.

toshinori can't help but give in, sitting right next to you on the couch and tugging you into his lap.

even outside of his large form, he's tall, albeit skinny.. but still very fit.

he feels your teeth against his bicep and huffs. groaning, he feels himself harden. but this time, your knees squeeze his thighs. he looks up at you, since he's lying back and you're on top of him, it's clear who's in charge.

jesus, he could cum in his pants right now. he thinks he's about to as the fat of your thigh rubs against his cock.

he inhales sharply, "what're you doing, darling?" he asks softly. your lips press against his jaw, peppering kisses all over. "taking care of my boyfriend."

"c'mon, toshi, let me take care of you.." you murmur against his neck, "fuck.. o-okay," he nods eagerly. you laugh softly, "never been touched, hm?" he groans, shaking his head. "n-never."

you pull back slightly, licking your lips. your eyes trail over his body, his raging boner. you're practically drooling already. "hand or mouth?" you ask softly.

"both, fuck," his hips buck up against nothing. he feels you tug on his pants and lifts his hips to help you out. you bite your lip, slipping your hand into his boxers.

his cock is huge, it's long, probably seven or eight inches. a sound escapes his lips, like a whimper.

you slowly begin to stroke him, your forehead pressed against his. "feels good?" toshinori nods quickly, "s-so good."

he tilts his chin up to press his lips against yours, moaning into your mouth. he's never felt better. he'd rather do this all day than save lives, honestly.

you pull back and slowly lower yourself to the floor, helping him sit up.

he runs his fingers through your hair as you take him in your mouth, his toes curl and he pulls your hair. "fuck, sorry, baby." he whines.

you hum around his dick, looking up at him. your eyes are the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen. he could die looking into your eyes and be happy.

you could shoot him and he'd thank you, as long as you'd suck his cock like this again.

it's only been a few minutes, and he's already close. "b-babe, i'm gonna.. fuck--" he whimpers. he feels you suck even harder, as if determined to have him cum.

this is even better than he imagined, one million percent better.

he holds your head in place as he cums down your throat, too caught up in his own pleasure to care about obliterating your throat. he'll make up for it later..

after a few moments, you pull off of him, panting a bit. he pulls you up into his lap, feeling your wet underwear against his thigh. his eyes darken as he stares at you, his fingers slowly moving into your pants.

virgin toshi is real

masterlist , taglist

taglist: @momoewn

[crtakespropogandist]

It's buck wild to me that it's so popular to imagine a Bren-who-didn't-break in a romance with Essek, or in a version of the Blumentrio where Astrid is the worst influence.

When Liam said Shadowgast Killing Eve AU, he wasn't talking about Villanelle and Eve parallels, and he definitely wasn't talking about Darth Bren. When Liam explained Caleb's instinct to manipulate Essek, people somehow took said explanation to mean that Bren was specialized in honeypotting/seduction, which, no. Bren the Volstrucker would be way more inclined towards a different kind of heat.

In the "Waldhexe" narrative, which Liam confirmed was analogous to Trent and the Blumentrio, Astrid lost one eye, whereas Eadwulf lost "much of" his brain, and Bren lost his whole heart. Astrid shared a final meal with her parents, whereas Eadwulf gave his a confrontation, and Bren killed his parents without entering the house, no thought spared for the family cat. Astrid defied Trent during the final battle, whereas Eadwulf had to be neutralized, and Bren would have killed Trent in his sleep for not abdicating to him soon enough. Every bit of content screams that Astrid is the best influence on Volstrucker Blumentrio, ambition and all. Without Caleb's new perspective, Astrid's view of the world is the most nuanced, and she is the most open to change.

I know it's not comfortable to imagine one moment capable of consigning Caleb's character to heartlessness, especially when that moment was sprung on him as an abused child. Especially when Astrid and Eadwulf's experience of that moment didn't define their respective capacities for redemption. Especially when Essek, having committed worse sins under less extenuating circumstances, is easily saved.

But the reality of a disordered mind is far from comfortable, and Caleb's struggle, as per Liam's comments, is one I know well. Caleb's OCD is much milder than mine given how he's now plenty functional and happy ohne Drogen (idk German), but one of the hallmarks of the diagnosis places Caleb "Magical Thinking" Widogast amongst the multiple CR PCs who are also puns*.

"I was so sure, and then I wasn't." OCD made it impossible for Bren to tolerate that whisper of doubt the way Astrid and Eadwulf could. The implications were universal to Bren, all encompassing. He had to embrace that doubt as valid, or reject it as impossible. His mind failed to do either right then and there, and it broke him. When he was restored, that whisper of doubt was confirmed, and an OCD spiral of rumination entrenched in soon-to-be-Caleb the conviction that he is Bad and he deserves Bad. Nothing he does can ever reflect well on his true self, but cognitive dissonance sure rears its head when he joins the Nein, because Caleb is very smart despite OCD not caring about that.

OCD, like the Sith, only deals in absolutes. Bren the Volstrucker would not be among the jaded-but-resigned, morally grey operatives Astrid and Eadwulf became. Bren, having rejected that whisper of doubt, would rationalize away anything incongruent with the conviction that he is Good and he deserves Good. Nothing he does can ever reflect poorly on his true self, and cognitive dissonance would be kept at bay by well-articulated justifications that seamlessly build off of Trent's core teachings, because Bren is still very smart. Essek isn't still that hot, though. Cricks are enemies, and enemies are disgusting. The OCD, however mild, is stronger than the peen.

*Fjord "Texblade" Stone, Ashton "Punk Rock" Greymoore, Fresh "One" Cut "Eyed" Grass "Monster", Imogen "Imagine Tumult" Temult

[cosyvelvetorchid]

@bucktommyfluffebruary Day 10: Double date

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Buck fiddled with a few of his perfectly styled curls before finally leaving the bathroom. He walked out with a grin expecting Tommy to do what he usually did when Buck was wearing those jeans—-the ones that made his “ass look sensational”—which was to firstly gawp, then secondly slowly slink over to Buck and tell him how incredible he looked, then thirdly playfully ask if they could ditch whatever plan they had so Tommy could have his way with him.

Except this time Tommy didn’t even notice he’d left the bathroom. Didn’t notice him walking over or even hear Buck say his name. Instead, Tommy was leaning against the counter in the kitchen stopping a beer and staring straight ahead.

“Earth to Tommy?” Buck said standing in front of him.

“Hmm? What? Sorry.”

“You’ve been quiet since you got here.” Buck remarked.

“I’m fine.” He said. Buck knew his fake smile from a thousand yards away.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. Tommy opened his mouth to deny anything was wrong but Buck got in there first. “Tommy, we talked about this. You have to tell me if something is bothering you. Even if it’s something small. Not least because I’ll spiral and think I’ve done something.”

A look of something softer came across Tommy and he put his beer down on the counter and ran a hand up and down Bucks arm.

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s just.. I’m nervous.”

“About what?”

“Tonight.”

“Dinner with Maddie and Chim? Why?”

Tommy raised his eyebrows knowingly but Buck wasn’t getting it. “This is the first time I’m seeing them since.. since we broke up.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I broke your heart and ran away like a coward and-“

“Hey.” Buck interrupted, placing a hand on Tommy face. “We’re past, okay? I love you.”

Tommy melted a little hearing those words. He’d heard them countless times in the last 3 weeks since they got back together and said them just as many times. But still, Evan may have forgiven him but they didn’t mean everybody else had.

“And I love you too.” He planted a chaste kiss to Bucks lips. “But my point is that they were the ones who had to see how heartbroken you were; see how much I hurt you. I guess I’m worried that your sister is gonna.. I don’t know hate me forever.” He looked down at the ground shamefully.

Stealing Tommys signature move, Buck tilted Tommys chin with his two fingers.

“Tommy, yes my sister and everyone else were pretty pissed at what you did and-“ Tommy tried to turn his head but Buck took his face in his hand and gently guided him back to facing him. “Listen.” He said softly. “Yes they were pissed at first when they saw how hurt I was, but.. when they knew why you did it, they understood. They don’t hate you, or think less of you—they love you. They love you because I love you. And because all they want is for me to be happy, and now that I have you back I am very happy.” He smiled softly at Tommy hoping that he was believed.

Tommys mouth slowly curved into a small smile. “You promise?”

“I promise.” He kissed Tommy gently before pulling him into a hug. Tommys arms slid down around Buck and his hands found his ass.

“Has anybody ever told you you’re a vision in these jeans?”

“Hmm. You know I’m not sure.” Buck teased.

“Maybe we should ditch tonight.” He pulled Buck closer to him and landed a few kisses to Bucks neck. Buck couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity of their little routine. There were many things he’d missed in the 4 months they were apart but these little familiar moments; the silly inside jokes and playful bantering was definitely high up on the list.

Top of the list was kissing Tommy and if it meant they were 15 minutes late to their double date then so be it.

[arcadia-smith]

MOB!Bucky x MOB!Female reader.

The tension between her and Bucky had reached a breaking point, the air crackling with the weight of the unsaid. After their last meeting, there was no question that he viewed her as a threat—his smoldering gaze told her everything she needed to know.

It had been a week since that first confrontation. Her efforts to fortify her operations were starting to pay off, but it hadn��t gone unnoticed. Bucky had made his first move—quiet, calculated, like the predator he was.

It came in the form of a raid on one of her smaller, more vulnerable warehouses. The place had been a logistical hub for arms trafficking, and though it wasn’t the most critical part of her business, losing it sent a message. She knew it wasn’t a coincidence. Bucky was sending a message. He wanted her to know that he wasn’t afraid to strike, even in places she thought were out of reach.

The next morning, she stood in front of the wreckage, anger simmering beneath the surface. It wasn’t just the loss of product or money; it was the principle of it. This wasn’t just about business anymore. He wanted control, and he wouldn’t stop until he had it.

She reached for her phone, dialing the one person she trusted to make things right. “Get a team together. We’re going to hit him where it hurts.”

Bucky's Move

Bucky sat at his desk, swirling a glass of whiskey, eyes narrowed as he stared at the map of her territories. He’d been watching her—her every move, her every decision. The raid had been his first strike, and he couldn’t help but feel a certain satisfaction. He didn’t take pleasure in destruction, but he took pride in sending a clear message.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp knock on his office door. Without waiting for a response, it opened, and his right-hand man, Sam Wilson, stepped inside.

“That warehouse you hit last night? It’s only the beginning, isn’t it?” Sam asked, taking a seat across from him.

Bucky didn’t answer immediately, instead leaning back in his chair. “It’s not about the warehouse. It’s about power. She needs to understand that we don’t play by the same rules.”

Sam studied him for a moment. "You’re sure this is the right move? She’s not like the others. She’ll retaliate.”

Bucky didn’t flinch. “She’s good, but not good enough.”

Her Counterstrike

Bucky’s mistake was underestimating her. When she sent word that she was coming for him, she didn’t just send a message. She made it personal.

She'd spent years cultivating a reputation for never being predictable. Every move she made had a countermeasure, a backup plan, and an out when things got complicated. So, when Bucky thought he had her cornered, he didn’t know she had already set up her own trap.

That night, a convoy of his men were scheduled to transport a large sum of money through a warehouse on the outskirts of town. It was a routine operation, one Bucky had probably thought was beneath her notice.

But she'd been tracking his operations carefully. Her crew was ready. The convoy was ambushed—swift, clean, and devastating.

Bucky’s prized money never made it to its destination. She made sure of it. His loss was monumental, not just in terms of the cash, but in the sheer humiliation.

By the time Bucky’s men realized what happened, the money was long gone, and the message was clear: You’re not the only one who can make tactical moves.

Bucky’s Response

It didn’t take long for Bucky to learn that the convoy had been hit. The news spread through his network like wildfire. His fury was palpable, his eyes blazing with a dangerous edge.

He knew this wasn’t just a retaliation—it was a declaration of war.

With a low growl, Bucky leaned forward, his gaze sharp. “Get me everything you can on her operations. I want every move, every person, every secret. I want her found and taken down.”

Sam watched him carefully. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Buck. She’s not someone you can just intimidate into submission.”

Bucky stood, grabbing his coat. “No, she’s not. But I can make her bleed. And I will.”

As the moves and counter moves unfolded, the game between her and Bucky took on a life of its own. Neither of them were willing to back down, and the stakes continued to climb. What started as a business clash had become a high-stakes battle for control—a battle neither of them would be willing to lose.

The lines between enemy and potential ally had blurred, but neither of them would show weakness.

[h50europe]

Day nine of @bucktommyfluffebruary - Moving in together

Under a clear, sparkling night sky, Tommy stood on the front porch of his cozy home and stared out at the bustling city lights that shimmered like a blanket of stars. The memory of the last time this moment had taken shape haunted him- the day Buck had asked him the life-changing question about moving in together. Tommy's heart had been filled with so much doubt then. He had walked out, his fears chaining him to an emotional prison. Buck had always been understanding, but Tommy's own insecurities and deep-seated fear of heartbreak had made him run.

Tommy took a deep breath and returned to the living room, where Buck sat on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through a book. The unasked question hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension between them. This time, Tommy knew it was his turn to flip the script. He walked over, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Evan, can we talk for a minute?" Tommy said, his voice shaking slightly.

Buck looked up, a mixture of curiosity and concern in his eyes. "Of course, Tommy. What's up?"

Tommy sat down beside him, gathering his thoughts. He needed to explain why he had changed his mind, why this time was different. "I've been thinking a lot about us," he began, struggling to keep his voice steady. The last time we talked about moving in together, I walked out because I was scared. I was scared that if things went wrong, it would break my heart."

Buck's eyes widened slightly, surprise etched on his face. He hesitated, then reached for Tommy's hand, unsure where the conversation was heading.

"But I've realized something important since then," Tommy continued, his voice shaking. "You have been my constant, my strength. I can't function without you. I want to wake up next to you and share the mundane and memorable moments with you. I've been scared because I care so much, but that's exactly why I want us to take this step. My love for you is unconditional."

He looked into Buck's eyes and felt a surge of emotion. "Evan, will you move in with me?"

For a moment, there was silence - a seemingly endless pause that felt like an eternity. Buck's expression was a mixture of surprise and hesitation, processing the weight of Tommy's words. Eventually, a warm smile began to form on Buck's face, his eyes shining with love and understanding.

"I was afraid you would never ask me, Tommy," Buck said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I've been waiting for this day. Yes, let's make this our home together."

Tommy's heart swelled with relief and joy. The night sky outside seemed to shine a little brighter, as if the universe was celebrating their decision. He had taken another leap of faith. Only this time, Buck was right there, ready to take the leap with him.

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Two weeks later, Buck stood in the doorway of his now-empty apartment, a moving box in one hand. He paused, his free hand gently brushing the doorframe as memories flooded his mind. He thought of Taylor, who had once lived here with him but had chosen her career as a journalist over their relationship. Then there was Natalia, the death doula, who seemed more fascinated by Buck's story of being dead for three minutes and seventeen seconds than by the fact that he was alive and breathing. And, of course, the surreal experience of helping to deliver a baby boy who was technically his, the result of his decision to be a sperm donor. As he thought about the baby boy, a fleeting thought crossed his mind: what if he and Tommy had children of their own someday? He shook his head. First, they needed to move in and see how things worked out. Buck looked around one last time; it had been tumultuous times.

He closed the door behind him with a sense of finality and took a deep breath, ready to begin this new chapter. Buck carried the box filled with the remnants of his past down to his car and drove to Tommy's house, where a new beginning awaited.

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At Tommy's house, they placed this last box among all the others, stacks of cardboard symbols of their lives together. They looked at the sea of boxes, knowing that much work lay ahead to make this house their home. But amid the chaos and the daunting task ahead, they felt a deep sense of unity and purpose.

Buck turned to Tommy, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and anticipation. "We can do this," he said, his voice determined.

Tommy smiled and nodded. "Yes, we do."

They hugged, holding each other tightly, finding comfort and strength in their bond. The road to get here hadn't been easy, but as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew they had made the right decision. They were ready to face the future together, with love as their guide.

So, amidst the chaos of moving boxes and the promise of a new beginning, they knew they had taken the first real step toward a life together.

[shipper4everships]

BuckTommy Fluffebruary: Day 11

~Double date~

He did It again. Buck was too absorbed in his thoughts again, simply following wherever Charlie, his German Shepherd, led him. When he finally snapped out of his mind, he looked around and realized he was in an unfamiliar park. It seemed like they had wandered far beyond their neighborhood.

- Well, where have you taken me, Charlie? - Buck asked his dog, feeling lost, as if Charlie could actually answer.

- Alright, daddy needs to figure out how to get us home. - He still held the leash, glancing in all directions, while his free hand reached for his phone to open the map.

Suddenly, he heard barking right beside him.

- Charlie? - Buck called out in surprise. He turned and saw his dog circling around another German Shepherd - this one with darker fur.

- Charlie! - Buck called louder, pulling the leash toward him, worried they might fight. But Charlie didn't listen. Usually obedient, his dog kept sniffing and nudging the other Shepherd’s fur. The second dog barked back but then, as they got closer, started sniffing and licking Charlie.

- Wow, looks like my Daisy has found a new friend. - A voice chuckled from nearby.

Buck turned and saw a man holding the second dog's leash. He had the most beautiful blue eyes and the broadest shoulders Buck had ever seen.

- You don’t mind, do you? - The man asked with a smirk.

Buck got lost in his gentle gaze for a moment and almost didn’t register that it was a question.

- I... Ah… No, of course not. - Buck said, quickly glancing at the dogs to make sure they were still getting along.

- I'm Tommy.

Buck turned back toward the man and saw his outstretched hand.

- Oh, I’m B- I’m Evan. - Buck stammered, hoping he didn’t sound like an awkward teenager at 32.

Trying to smooth over the awkward moment, Buck looked back at the dogs, who were now playing together like old friends.

- Daisy, huh? Is she a girl? - As soon as he spoke, Buck wanted to slap himself for such an obvious question.

- Yeah, my favorite girl. - Tommy said warmly, and Buck could almost feel the warmth wrapping around him too.

- And yours?

- Oh, yeah, this is Charlie. He’s a boy. - Buck explained clumsily.

- I thought so. -  Tommy chuckled. He was about to say something else when both of them were suddenly tugged forward by their leashes.

Side by side, they continued walking through the park, led by their dogs, exchanging small talk and slowly getting to know each other.

By the end of their long walk, Tommy asked for Buck’s number (to exchange opinions on proper German Shepherd training, of course), and Buck tried his best not to look too excited about it.

A few days later, they met again at another park. Tommy bought them coffee, and they let their dogs off the leash, watching as Charlie and Daisy barked happily and chased each other.

- What do you think, - Tommy began quietly, not taking his eyes off the dogs. - Are they on a date now, too?

Buck smiled at first, but then his expression changed as he processed Tommy’s words.

- ...Too? - Buck turned to Tommy, his eyes wide.

Tommy finally looked away from the dogs and met Buck’s gaze.

- I thought... We were too?

Buck let out a sharp breath and turned back toward Charlie and Daisy. He watched them play, thinking about Tommy. He couldn’t hold back his smile.

- So... a double date?

Tommy smirked.

- Something like that.

They exchanged glances over their coffee.

Two months later, Evan and Tommy welcomed Daisy’s puppies together.

@bucktommyfluffebruary ❤️️

[johanna-swann]

I still wanna know at what point Tommy became "interested" in Buck because I've tried to narrow it down to a precise moment, but it does not make any sense.

So they met during the cruise ship rescue after which some of them in which ever combination exchanged numbers. Then Tommy befriended Eddie and invited him on a private flight to Vegas and got them great tickets to a fight that had been sold out for a while. Just the two of them. Which is an insane thing to do for someone you've only known for a few days and aren't close to at all tbh.

In the meantime Buck reached out to Tommy for the tour which went well, but I want to emphasise again that Buck initiated this and Tommy gave Buck a rain check on those beers without trying to figure out when their schedules might line up next. I mean. If at that point Tommy had already been interested, really interested, he'd either have tried to find a suitable date then and there or he would've reached out to Buck in the next couple of days after the tour.

He didn't reach out to Buck at all. (If he had Buck would've been less panicked about being excluded.) Tommy and Eddie kept hanging out after that though and neither of them at any point thought: "You know what, since we all met at the same time we could also invite Buck along." Not before Buck was aware of all their hangouts, not after.

All that makes sense from Eddie's point of view because he's already Buck's best friend. They see each other all the time (they didn't spend much time together outside of work during the week(s) in question, but they still saw each other for hours and hours at work), Eddie knows Buck doesn't care about cars and mma and basketball. He got caught up in meeting a new friend who he can do hobbies with and that's that.

And Buck himself didn't know what was going on period, he didn't know he liked Tommy, he didn't know why it bothered him so much that Tommy invited Eddie to all those activities yet still hadn't got back to him about those beers. He was absolutely clueless.

But what was up with Tommy here? He knew Buck wanted to spend more time with him. We also know Tommy's not usually shy about getting to know and inviting out new people because he did exactly that with Eddie. (It can't have all been initiated by Eddie; Tommy flew them, Tommy got the tickets, Tommy has the garage/muay thai set-up, Tommy has this karaoke trivia thing.) We know he's not shy about making his romantic interests known, he kissed Buck as soon as he suspected Buck might like him and almost in the same breath asked him out on a date. Where was that initiative between the cruise ship rescue and the basketball incident?

Because the only explanation that makes sense to me is that Tommy didn't really notice Buck at first. Buck did not leave a lasting impression during their first two meetings. Tommy also got caught up in the shiny new friendship with Eddie and only belatedly realised: "Wait, that other guy also exists." It was only the conversation and kiss in Buck's loft that opened his eyes to the fact that Buck actually seems like an interesting guy, too. Why else would he have basically ignored Buck yet hung out with Eddie every opportunity he got?

(Maybe, fair enough, Tommy wanted to play it cool and wait a few more days before he texted Buck after the tour. But he did nail down that dinner date immediately after the kiss and the date was only two days later. That doesn't scream "playing it cool by stalling a little".)

So yes, my theory is that he was not that into Buck at first (maybe he thought Buck was cute or whatever, but he wasn't instantly smitten or anything). I wonder what about Buck in that kitchen scene it was that eventually made him think "this one, I wann get to know this one".

(Personally I think it was the way Buck was open about his emotions. He openly admitted how he got jealous and that the basketball incident was on him, he put himself out there about wanting to get to know Tommy and he was embarrassed, but not ashamed about any of it. If Eddie and Tommy clicked because of their similarities, Buck caught Tommy's attention by being different. Tommy often plays his cards close to his chest to keep that image of the cool guy alive, Buck just put all his cards on the table in that loft. I think Tommy admired that. Didn't necessarily understand it, but it pulled him in.)

[nephilimeq]

Found My Place

Prompt: Moving In Together

@bucktommyfluffebruary

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161136490

Buck had never been more excited.

He had officially put in the change of address, had finished cleaning the apartment…and now had the last of his boxes packed up and he was on his last trip to Tommy’s house—no, not Tommy’s house. Their house. It still gave him a thrill every time he thought it.

As he popped on the radio, he turned it up and rolled down the windows, not caring that it was a slightly cooler day.

He was happy.

His fingers tapped the wheel as he made his last drive over to their place, knowing that the moment he brought in the last of his boxes, he would technically be completely moved in. The wind ran through his hair as he sang along off-key at the top of his lungs, not caring who heard him while he was stopped a light, knowing that nothing could bring him down.

He eventually hit the street that would be his home—his home—and as he pulled into the driveway and parked…his heart skipped a beat.

With a grin, he practically bounced out of his jeep and went to the back and popped it.

Without hesitating, he grabbed two of the four boxes and headed to the front door and kicked at the base of it (as his hands were full) and called out, “Tommy! It’s me! Open up! My hands are full!” and he heard movement from inside—and then heard a thump, a muffled curse, and then the front door was opening, his boyfriend muttering under his breath, “Fucking shit, who put that there? Hey, babe, sorry I was putting away some of your cooking pans…”

“All good, sweetie,” he said, poking his head around the boxes to steal a quick kiss from him, pleased when he let out a soft hum of pleasure. “Only have a couple boxes left in the car, and then it’ll be official. We will be living together.”

He slipped past him into the living room, knowing that’s where the last of the boxes needed to go.

--

Tommy watched as Evan moved past him into the living room, still wrapping his mind around the fact that his boyfriend was now officially living with him. It still hadn’t quite sunk in, he knew that much…but he also knew that he couldn’t wait until they had their own rhythm that would move him through his house in new ways.

As it was, because of his army training he had certain habits and movements engrained in him—but he had a hunch that pretty soon instead of waking up and making his bed right afterwards in true military fashion, the two of them would be arguing over the covers and he would have to resign himself to the fact that his boyfriend preferred to wrap himself up like a burrito and sleep in late on his days off.

“Hey, is it okay if I fit in my books next to yours? Ran out of room on the new bookcase you set up for me,” Evan called out to him from the living room.

“Yeah, go right ahead!”

Tommy then stepped out to the jeep and retrieved the last two boxes and then made his way back inside…

…and when he kicked the door closed behind him, he had one thought: his house finally felt like a home.

It was sort of a terrifying thought, but exhilarating at the same time, and he hefted the boxes and shouted to Evan, “Hey, where do you want these last two boxes?” and he shouted back, “Bedroom upstairs, babe!” and he nodded and made his way up the stairs to the bedroom—their bedroom. Fuck, it was their bedroom. The bedroom was no longer a singular but somehow a plural, and that made his heart beat a little faster and a grin split his face as he put the boxes down at the foot of the bed.

Curious, he popped one open…and smiled when he saw it was a thick, old quilt that looked to be handmade. He carefully pulled it out—and then realized that it was a wedding ring quilt, and he wondered where Evan had gotten it from.

And he was reminded of the one that he had stored away in his closet…

--

Buck had finished putting away the few books he had left, and then bounded up the stairs to unpack his last two boxes…

…and then paused in the doorway when he saw Tommy holding the only thing he had inherited from his family, an old wedding ring quilt that had belonged to grandmother on his dad’s side. The older woman had had a sot spot for him and had given it to him in her will. It was one of the few things he had managed to squirrel away from home when he had run off.

“That was my grandma’s,” he said softly, trying not to startle the airman.

Tommy turned and gave him a smile and commented, “I was just admiring it. The craftsmanship is beautiful. How old is it?”

Buck shrugged and stepped further into their bedroom (their bedroom!) and answered as best he could, “You know, I’m not entirely sure. She inherited it from her grandmother, so…probably close to a hundred years, at this point.”

“It’s in practically perfect condition.”

He nodded.

“Yeah, I, uh…I’ve done my best to take care of it. It was in storage for a while,” he admitted, rubbing a hand through his hair as stepped closer and gently grasped the edge of it. “I didn’t want to wear it out while I wad traveling, you know? So, I kept it in a cedar chest and then moved the cedar chest to my closet when it was at my apartment. I never brought it out, though…dunno why,” he admitted, pulling it the rest of the way out of the box.

Tommy gave him an arched look and then turned and pointed.

“You mean that cedar chest?”

Buck lit up when he saw it sitting in the corner of their bedroom (their bedroom!) and said, “Yeah! I wondered where you’d put that,” and leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll put it back in there. It’ll be perfect for the room…”

“…What if you didn’t put it in there?” his boyfriend unexpectedly suggested. He gave him a look—and then Tommy added, “I think it would look good on the end of the bed. With mine.”

Hold on—what?

“Wait, you have one of these, too?” he asked, and Tommy nodded and said as he turned and tugged out a blanket from under the king size bed, “Yeah. Oddly enough it’s from my grandmother, too. My dad’s mom, my…my nona,” he said softly as he draped the quilt over his arm, and Buck smiled, having heard a few good stories about her while they’d been dating. “It was gifted to her by her mother on her wedding day. Same pattern as yours, but different colors…”

He ran his fingers lovingly over the pattern and Buck smiled and remarked, “You’ve never shown me that before,” and Tommy lifted his eyes and said, “Yeah, well…I wanted to wait to pull it out until I…I found someone that I wanted to share it with…”

Buck’s heart skipped a beat.

--

Tommy smiled at seeing the look in his boyfriend’s eyes, feeling vulnerable as he showed Evan a apart of himself that he had kept locked up tight for years, feeling an odd sensation in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain…

…and then let out a sigh of relief when Evan said, “Thank you for sharing it with me. Do you…do you wanna have it up here?” he tentatively asked, and he was taken off guard by the question, having assumed that they would keep them both up in the bedroom.

But now he had the sudden urge to put it on display.

“I’d like…I think I’d like to put it down in the living room,” he said, not sure where the words were coming from, but knowing that they were true. He had the deep desire to see it over the back of the couch, showing the world that he had found someone to share his life with—though he doubted that Evan knew what wedding ring quilts symbolized. Still, until it was time to tell him, he would simply enjoy the symbolism in his own mind, knowing that soon they would always be together, no matter what.

“So, let’s put it down in the living room,” Evan said, giving him that soft look that always made him want to sweep him up into his arms and kiss him senseless—but he held back and instead nodded, and watched as his boyfriend draped his own quilt over the end of the bed.

He then grabbed at the airman’s hand and tugged at it, silently encouraging him to follow him back downstairs.

The instant they stepped foot into the living room, he felt a rush of emotion.

Tommy paused in the middle of the archway, letting go of his boyfriend’s hand, feeling like his nerves were open and exposed with the quilt on his arm…and he stared at the couch, the empty space on the back of it, and realized that the moment he placed the quilt there he would finally be accepting that he was no longer alone. That he had people in his life that he loved and that he could lose them at any point.

God, that was terrifying.

“Babe, are you okay?” Evan said, his tone tentative, reaching back out to him—and he shook himself and said, “Yeah, I’m fine,” and then managed to walk the rest of the way into the living room. He drew the blanket off his arm and very carefully laid it over the back of the couch.

As he pulled back to stare at it, he slowly smiled…and then Evan said, “It looks good.”

Tommy smiled.

“Yeah. Yeah it does.”

…and then the next thing he knew, Evan had wrapped his arm around his waist and drawn him to the couch and soon they were snuggled up on it, and his boyfriend said, “I am—officially—moved in,” and Tommy’s smile stretched into a shit-eating grin, and he said, “Yes, you are.”

He then turned his grip and turned his head to look his boyfriend in the eye from where he was curled up in his arms.

“I’m so glad that you’re here, Evan.” He leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to his lips, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. “Can’t wait to make all the memories here with you,” he said against his mouth, pleased when he felt his boyfriend smile into the kiss.

“Me neither…”

As he resettled himself into his arms, he finally figured out what had been missing.

Evan.

[luckybyler]

There’s something that bothers me a lot about this claim that Eddie’s “single mother coded”.

Eddie taking care of his son by himself doesn’t mean he’s “single mother-coded” or that he’s “feminized”.

EDDIE DÍAZ IS A MAN. HE’S A SINGLE FATHER. AND HE ACTS LIKE IT.

Likewise, the fact that Shannon is a deadbeat mom doesn’t make her “masculinized”. It makes a woman who walked out on her son and her husband. And if Eddie and Shannon had been a loving, healthy heterosexual marriage where Shannon was the provider who worked outside and Eddie stayed him to take care of Christopher, Shannon would’ve still be been the woman in the relationship and Eddie would’ve still been the man. Needless to say that glorified nannies Ana and Marisol in no way represent a “Prince Charming” or any other masculine figure either.

One of the highlights of Eddie’s self-discovery arc (which is currently in motion) was his conversation with the male cheerleader’s dad about his preconception that his son’s activity made him weaker or less of a man. Eddie -correctly- challenged traditional gender roles, which is fundamental in his arc, since great part of what stands between him and the acceptance of his homo-or-bi-sexuality, or at least his romantic feelings for Buck, is the pressure that his parents put on him to conform to said gender roles in order to be a “real man”. Turning around and calling him “feminized” for deviating from those flies in the face of what the show is trying to teach us.

I also object to the idea that Buck hasn’t been in a parental role until season 7. The Will™️ is a pivotal moment, but it’s nothing more than the reflection of Buck’s role in Chris’ life. Just the previous episode Buck had given Chris the news about his dad getting shot and stayed with him, and everyone understood and assumed that that was his natural role. In season 5 Eddie told the team that Buck took Chris to the zoo “all the time”. We’ve seen Buck help Chris with homework, and Chris call Buck when something was wrong with his dad (which shows us that Chris also sees Buck as more than a friend or “dad’s friend”). Hell, in season 3 Eddie was mad at Buck for “not being around” Chris, implying that Eddie already saw Buck as a sort of parental figure for him.

There’s been talk about how the vertigo arc is meant to “punish” Eddie since the very start this past spring, and I’ve never understood why fans ever reached this conclusion when the storyline was written with such love, care and compassion for the character. You can really feel Eddie's pain if you actually engaged the storyline in good faith. Like, Ryan Guzman gave us his best performance and “we” as a fanbase only paid him back with complaints and dismissals that it was too fantastical, stupid and had no true narrative relevance. When Tim Minear wished he had more episodes to explore the storyline, he wasn’t admitting that he failed. He was telling us, the audience, that there was even more to explore through this particular lens. And instead of analyzing what was said and how it was vocalized during the Kim’s forced roleplaying scene, this fandom have gotten stuck in a never-ending battle in a rush to litigate who was at fault when that doesn’t particularly matter to the characters or even the show itself. It was always supposed to be a physical manifestation of Eddie’s internal struggles, that of his sexuality (again, as we all should know by now, this man’s a flaming homosexual) and the role Shannon played in his self-denial and repression.

To cope with his perceived failures, he heavily romanticize his marriage and relationship with Shannon because he’d be cast as a dutiful husband, father and provider from childhood. Shannon asked him for a divorce after she spent an entire year making him jump through hoops to prove he was “worthy” enough of her attention, of her love, even though it was she who ran in the cloak of darkness never to contact him or their son again. It was Eddie who’d brought her back into their lives, as she was content with being away until her vanity was satisfied from being needed by way of being the deciding factor in Christopher’s school placement. So, although I don’t know if Shannon was ever truly “happy” in Los Angeles, during this period, she still got a chance to “self-actualize” without the “burdens” (responsibility) of being a parent for two to three years before died in front of Eddie, who’d never been granted this same opportunity. Instead, this crystalized him as a father first, husband second, first responder third with Eddie Díaz the person coming in at a long distance fourth. All this is something Eddie doesn’t know how to turn off since his life has never been calm enough to simply be. He's a performer through and through so, to me, his heightened silliness is his mask, not necessarily the mustache. I think that maybe that’s his test, that maybe we are going to learn that he already has had his thoughts that maybe he’s gay and his mustache was him feeling things out. But who knows what to expect with 9-1-1. While I’m opened to being surprised, I fear that many aren’t.

[goldenhand9107]

Buck, Actually’s tragic old gay men emotionally destroyed me, i am absolutely bawling rn