#and proof he’s Buck’s guiding light

[bucksboobs]

The exact same people that thought Tommy was going to tell Buck to lay low and not antagonize Gerrard, causing them to break up, are now head over heels for Buck hearing Eddie’s voice telling him not to let Gerrard get under his skin during his dissociative episode. You could not make this shit up.

[casedeviant]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𓋰 ╭ 18+ ╮ top male reader & bottom transmasc satoru gojo ⓘ solo masturbation . phone sex . sex toys . squirting . multiple orgasms . voice kink . daddy kink . talking him through it but you're at work . twt link . 1.7k wc

i did not plan for this to be so long lol but horny 3am thoughts i guess. not proof-read. love the thought of gojo being super giggly and a little airy when he's horny. grown ass man btw. anyways, inspired by this suggestive video i saw on twt. enjoy.

what are you going to do when your boyfriend satoru randomly sends you a video of him grinding his clit up and into your bedsheets, just half an hour after you left the apartment to go to work?

you're in the office, impossibly hard now, wracking over all the ways you could make use of his holes instead of all the ways you should be writing paperwork instead; it didn't help either, that all of this is left up to your imagination at eight o'clock in the morning.

the video wasn't even that explicit to begin with. but he always knew how to be a sleazy little thing at the most inappropriate of times, getting under your skin at any chance he thought was amusing and necessary.

before you proceed to play the short and scandalous video, you slip in your airpods from their case that was sheltering against the pockets of your slacks, turning the volume down to a moderate level.

it's not like it mattered when you had both earbuds in, but with how easily they can block out the noises around you, you felt like you needed to experience this way before you lost your mind completely.

after you hover over the play button, your thumb comes down on the illuminated screen, sizing the video into full screen that has you tilting it horizontally.

your cock instantly responds at the sight behind your pants, forcing you to hunch over yourself against your office desk. one of your hands come up to your chin in riveted focus, as the other holds the end of your phone, lightly letting it sit against the mahogany wood.

"daddy- i miss you... i woke up from a wet dream where you were violating my sweet, little body. i can't stop thinkin' about you and your big, stupid, fat cock."

your brows crinkle and you let out a sigh, running a palm down your face, ever so slowly, at that nickname. it was no use trying to rub away the frustration as clear as day on your countenance, when the only frustration was actually sitting in your pants and not displayed on your face instead.

satoru was tickling your patience.

"f-feels... good... ngh" your eyes carefully watch him guide his lower half up and into the crinkled duvet. one of his hands rested on the outside, as his hips bucked up, adding pressing. the line of muscles that sat against his lower stomach and navel flattened and then bulked as he continued the rocking motion, slips and stutters ensuing.

i know, my sweet boy, would be what you'd say to him if you were there with him in that moment, but instead, you reply with a "come in", as your secretary interrupts your riveting watch time with a hefty knock on the door.

"but it's never as good as what your warm cock feels like inside of me."

a cough suddenly escapes your lips, and she looks over at you with a raised eyebrow. you then deadpan at her, adjusting your tie.

"what is it?"

"we have a meeting in five?"

shit, you forgot about that.

"fine, whatever. i'll be out there in a second. so give me a bit of time to prepare these papers."

she pushes up the spectacles on the bridge of her nose suspiciously as you placed your phone screen down against the table, the light catching against her glass frames. she nods at you with a sigh, the stern look on her face prior, washing away. she bows politely before excusing herself from the room.

as she closes the door behind her, you immediately turn your phone over to look at the video again.

and that's when you thought it couldn't get any better than it sounded listening to your boyfriends moans over important business meetings.

the duvet has migrated further down his thighs now, just resting above his knees. and you watch him furiously rub away at his clit with two fingers in a circular pattern.

"fuck, satoru..." you breathe out from underneath your breath as he continues to pleasure himself in the video.

"ah! ah! right there~ oh my god, [name]! s' good! ahh....ahhh...p-please" the whine at the end of his string of pleasurable moans caught you off guard with how vulnerable they sounded.

how long ago was this video sent? fuck it, i'm calling him.

when you exit out the video before it finishes, you click on the phone icon that dials up his number.

"hmm, baby? what are you doing calling me up this early in the morning?"

cheeky bastard.

"strip."

there's a moment of silence, and you know exactly what type of facial expression the man is making – that stupid little smile, index nail caught between his front teeth. looking real innocent for someone who's fucking guilty of turning you on so early in the morning.

"'nd how do you know i'm not already naked?"

"'satoru. do as you're told."

"ah......"

"you don't want to disappoint daddy just before an important meeting, do you?"

"..."

you hear him begin to take his clothes off behind the phone, ruffling noises filling your ears.

"there, are you happy now?"

"not quite. put the phone down, onto the vanity for me."

with how much his voice echoed from before, you knew he was in the ensuite bathroom. probably preparing to shower after just getting himself off. stupid mutt.

"okayyyyy... 'nd then what?" he asks in a spunky voice. a devious smirk graces your lips.

"then, i want you to put the glass holder for our toothbrushes, over the speaker."

at this point, satoru isn't quite sure what you are up to. but after more moving noises, he replies back to you.

"i did it... is this really mea-"

"now, i want you to go into the bottom drawer, where you will find something very, very special."

after you interrupt him, he bends over to inspect it. as surmised, inside, there was a pink vibrating dildo you bought just for him.

"i-"

his voice shakes, not from embarrassment, but out of pure joy that you bought him something "so cute!".

"good boy, 'toru."

satoru swallows thickly, anticipating your next instructions carefully, now understanding what you wanted him to do.

"are you still wet from earlier?"

"mhm"

"use your words, boy."

"y-yes... i'm still- wet, daddy."

"good. i want you to attach that dildo to the side of the sink for me, just below your phone. i need to hear how properly soaked you are."

you hear the suction cup underneath the dildo seize the side of the vanity, giving your go-to to speak.

satoru is already slightly bent over, rubbing his folds over the toy. you can hear it as clear as day, the slippery sounds reverberating in your skull.

as you stand to proceed to leave, you slip your phone in your pocket, deciding to go with one earbud so it wasn't as noticeabley suspicious. you left the odd one on your desk as you left your office, heading towards the meeting room.

"d-daddy? are you there?"

"just a second, my love."

you step into the vacant elevator that took you to the floor with the meeting room.

"are you still there, my love?"

"mhmm... how do i- turn it on? i need this thing inside of me, right now!"

you chuckle before pressing the earbud into your ear to hear him better.

"on the side. but do it carefully, i want to hear you take it slowly, imagining its me fucking you instead."

satoru whines at that notion, already picturing the angle your cock naturally tilted at. he then pressed the pink, now vibrating, silicone head against his dripping entrance, knees buckling when it pushes in.

the squelch sound could be heard crystal clearly amongst his whines, and it makes you wonder how the hell you're going to hide the half-boner in your pants.

as the elevator dings, informing you that you arrived at the correct floor, you step outside.

"i don't want to hear you stop or take a break at all during my meeting, got it, my dear?"

satoru nods his head furiously, as if you could see him... "yes, daddy. i under- ah! stand..."

the silver-haired man pushes his hips back, sheathing the entire dildo into his hole. his back arches, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between his legs as his knees bend together, holding him upright.

"welcome, [name]"

satoru hears on the other end of the phone, and he knew the meeting was about to begin. you nod nonchalantly, moving into the room with the rest of them.

"f-fuckkk. ah! oh god." satoru snivels, reaching his first climax as more drool exudes from his weeping cunt and onto the cold tiles below him. he fucks himself through it, his ass repeatedly slapping against the vanity's side. the echoes sends a shiver down your spine.

you inhale sharply, running a hand through your hair as you take a seat next to your secretary.

"the meeting has begun."

you nod when the gentleman the opposite side of you, announces.

"d-daddy. i need you so bad. FUCK! it feels like 'm gonna cum... again. holy shit- this thing slaps."

you roll your eyes at the way he breaks tone, thinking that you were directing it at the fellow in front of you. the man glares at you, before continuing to speak again.

you were thankful that you didn't need to speak much this meeting.

as time passed, and it ended, you hear satoru squirt on the other end of the phone, the suction cup that was holding the dildo to the sink, slipping off.

you hear him collapse to the ground, slapping his own pussy. heat instantly reaches your ears at that thought; slapping his cunt, that's a new dirty drink you'd like to try out for yourself.

i wonder what face he is making. you think to yourself.

"sir?" your secretary calls out to you, and you stand up from your seat, excusing yourself as the others packed up too. as the two of you make it back to your office in silence in the elevator, you quickly excuse her.

"'toru? baby, are you still with me?"

"..."

"satoru?"

"hehehehe"

"fucking hell..."

you let out a momentary sigh.

"you're going to regret sending me that video so early in the morning, when i get home from work today."

"oh yeah?"

you let out a hearty chuckle.

"you don't believe me?"

"i don't knowwww. maybe i don't." he lets out a small titter again, clearly fatigued from coming so much

"stop it. get a shower. your daddy will be home in..." you check your watch, sighing, realising, your day is just getting started.

"...soon."

[marvel-spidey]

We’ve Still Got Time

Summary: After receiving some life-altering news, you try to make Bucky understand that it's time to let the past go. Inspired by the song “Falling Slowly” (in my mind it was written just for Bucky ok 🥺) Pairing: Bucky x reader Word count: 3.1k Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, lots of tears, extreme fluff. A/n: English is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Enjoy! also, happy 2025 for us bucky girlies!!! our man is coming back soon! ✨

Bucky woke up to the sound of running water and a toothbrush being used. The white light from the bathroom spilled into the bedroom you both shared. The clock on his nightstand read 4:07 a.m. He slowly opened his eyes and turned to the side, realizing your side of the bed was empty. Furrowing his eyebrows, he wondered why you were up at this hour brushing your teeth. Unable to think of a reason fast enough, he decided to get up and check on you.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” he asked in a confused tone, his hoarse voice carrying the weight of sleep. His hair was a little messy, and his metal arm reflected the soft light from the bathroom. He was shirtless, and his gray sweatpants hung just above his hips.

“I’m sorry I woke you, Buck,” you replied, drying your face with a small towel. “I don’t know. I think I must have eaten something that didn’t sit well with my stomach. I just woke up feeling really nauseous. I threw up, but at least I feel a little better now.”

Bucky closed the distance between you, moving toward you slowly and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. His expression was serious, his lips almost forming a pout.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I feel bad knowing you were sick all by yourself.”

He held your face softly, and you looked up at him, scanning his features and silently admiring how concerned he always was for you. You couldn’t understand how someone so caring could think such terrible things about himself and carry so much guilt when this was the man he really was: calm, reliable, attentive. You prayed he could see it someday, too.

“I wouldn’t wake you,” you replied, caressing his cheek gently. “I know those nightmares have been coming back these past few weeks, haven’t they?”

He looked down, ashamed he hadn’t been able to hide them from you. You always knew.

He sighed and nodded, reluctantly admitting the unpleasant truth. His nightmares came in phases. Sometimes, they haunted him almost every night with terrible flashes from his past – people he had killed, accidents he had caused, futures he had destroyed. Or worse, scenarios in which you would get hurt. Sometimes, by him. Those were the worst ones. Other times they would come less frequently, almost letting him believe that he was making progress in his “healing journey”, as you liked to call it. But they eventually came back. To him, they were proof he would never truly be at peace, never able to leave the past behind.

“Yes, as usual,” he admitted. “But it’s okay. You don’t need to worry.”

“That’s impossible,” you replied, already recognizing his habit of downplaying things and subtly pushing you away, retreating into his world of self-loathing. “I’ll always worry. I just wish you would have talked to me about it.”

“I’m sorry,” he said while engulfing you in a warm hug. He had a defeated expression in his features that made you even more worried. God knows what kind of thoughts he was having about himself. You wish you could take them away.

“Let’s just go back to sleep, so you’re rested and feeling better in the morning. Deal?” You smiled weakly and decided to let the matter go, for now. “Deal,” you agreed, letting him take your hand and guide you back to bed. For the next few weeks, you continued to have moments where you felt unwell.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but your body started to feel different. Your stomach was more sensitive than usual, leaving you with the now-familiar waves of nausea. You felt sleepier at random moments during the day, and your stamina during training sessions at the compound suddenly diminished. You felt more out of breath during workouts and sparring. And food began to smell and taste different. One morning, the pancakes Bucky made you almost daily for breakfast smelled “eggier” than usual—you could smell the eggs in the batter from what felt like miles away.

After weeks of feeling like this, you thought it was probably due to low vitamin levels and decided you should schedule a routine doctor’s appointment soon.

But in one of your weekly sparring sessions with Natasha, you started to feel a slight dizziness, so you asked her for a time-out.

“Are you okay?” she asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

“Yeah, I just—I don’t know. I’ve been feeling kind of weak for a while now,” you admitted, closing your eyes and resting a hand on your forehead in an attempt to steady yourself. “I think I just need to get some blood work done. It’s been a while since my last check-up.” “Weak how, exactly?”

“I feel like I’m always tired lately. More worn out. And my appetite is all over the place.”

Natasha looked at you with a suspicious expression before asking an unexpected question.

“Hmm, feeling weak, huh? Have you taken a pregnancy test?”

Your eyes shot open, and you stared at her, trying to process what she had just said. “What?”

“Yes, have you?” Nat repeated, crossing her arms and leaning into one hip with a slight smirk as if she knew something you didn’t.

“I- No, I- I didn’t… My period is only two days late, which is sort of normal for me. Do you think I should?” you questioned her, not knowing if you were talking more to yourself or to her.

“(Y/n) yes, you should! Have you talked to Barnes about it?”

“Not really. I didn’t pay much attention to this. I didn’t have time to.”

The truth was, you and the whole team had been preparing for an important mission in a few months, one that had been weighing heavily on Bucky’s mind especially, since it involved Hydra. The team was set to infiltrate a secret Hydra base in Hungary in order to retrieve intel on potential undercover Hydra agents within S.H.I.E.L.D.

You were almost sure this was the reason Bucky’s nightmares had gotten worse. He tensed up every time you or someone else mentioned the mission, or during training, probably dreading the feeling of going back to a place so connected to everything that he wanted to forget. He tried so hard to hide it but for you, it was so easy to sense his anxiety. The way his blue eyes grew distant, drifting to the floor as if trying to escape his own thoughts. Or how his fists clenched, fingers pressing into his palms almost to the point of pain, while he tried to take deep breaths every time Steve went over the mission details with the group.

“Then take the test,” Natasha urged, stepping closer and putting a reassuring hand on yours when she noticed the frightened look on your face. “If you’re pregnant, you need to know before the mission. And you need to tell Barnes. You both need to decide if going on this mission is still an option.”

“But Nat” you began, squeezing her hand, feeling so scared and unprepared for the scenario she just mentioned.  “I- I don’t know if Bucky is in a good headspace for this now. He’s been so off lately. The Hydra stuff has been really getting to him.”

Natasha offered you a comforting smile, her confidence and support unwavering.

“You’ll both be fine. I’m here if you need me. And Steve is, too.” Later that same day, you found yourself in a situation you never imagined you’d be in right now.

Trembling hands, tears streaming down your face, and your heartbeat drumming loudly in your ears. A white and blue pregnancy test sat on the marble counter of your bathroom. You stared at the word that appeared on the small screen.

+ Pregnant

You froze. You looked at yourself in the mirror and blinked a few times to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You weren’t. A wave of happiness washed over you. So much happiness. It was unexpected, yes, but you had always told Bucky he would be a wonderful dad. Yet every time you brought up the subject, he’d say he would like to be a father someday, but that it probably wasn’t a good idea. According to him, he could never be a good role model for a child.

Your first thought was running to Nat or Steve. You wanted to tell one of them and hear that everything would be alright, that Bucky would be alright with all of this. But it was already kind of late. They’re probably asleep by now, you thought to yourself. At the same time, you knew the person who really needed to know about this was in the living room, watching a random reality TV show with Sam.

You couldn’t bear to be alone another minute. The anxiety was overwhelming.

You decided to text Bucky and ask him to come to your room. If you went to the living room, there was no way Sam wouldn’t notice something was up, and you didn’t need another situation right now.

“Can you please come to our room, it’s urgent.” You texted and hoped he would check his phone as soon as possible.

Not even five minutes later you heard the door of your room open, followed by anxious footsteps entering the room.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay? I just got your text.” Bucky asked, his voice filled with concern.

“Hi, love” you said, stepping out of the bathroom and faking a half smile, searching for his hand and guiding him to the bed. You were terrified but at the same time you didn’t wanna scare him. “Come with me, I need to talk to you.”

“What happened?” Bucky questioned, his eyes quickly searching your face for any clues of what might have happened. You could see the worry creeping into his expression.

You sat next to him on the bed and held his hands tightly. The cold touch of his metal hand on yours offered a brief distraction from what you were about to tell him. You took a deep breath, still unsure how to begin. You decided that starting with some context might be easier.

“So, basically, for the past few weeks, I’ve started to feel a little… off. Do you remember the night you woke up because I felt sick in the middle of the night?”

“Yes, I do” Bucky answered calmly, trying to figure out where you were going with this.

“Well, besides that, I’ve been feeling different. My stomach has been constantly upset, my appetite has been strange, I’ve been feeling more tired than usual, and I–”

“(Y/n), are you sick?” Bucky interrupted, already imagining all the worst scenarios in his head.

“Buck, no” you replied quickly, closing your eyes and trying to breathe to calm yourself down. “Listen. As I was saying, I talked about these symptoms with Nat today and she… she asked... if I had already taken a pregnancy test.”

You paused, watching his face closely for a reaction. He seemed to freeze, taking a few seconds to process your words. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath – a breath that felt heavy with sadness. It broke your heart.

He opened his eyes again and they were glistening with tears. His eyes looked even more blue than they already were.

For a moment, you considered not saying anything more, but you knew he needed to hear it – all of it.

“So, I… I took a test just now,” you continued, your voice trembling as tears began to run down your face. “And it’s… it’s positive.” You wiped your nose with the sleeve of your sweater, struggling to keep your composure.

“I’m sorry” you said crying, heartbroken because this was the reaction you had been dreading. You felt like you had ruined his life.

Now, he was the one silently crying. He still held your hands, his thumb softly tracing circles over your palm, his gaze fixed on your intertwined fingers.

“Please, say something, Bucky,” you pleaded, the silence only giving your mind space to imagine horrible possibilities.

“No, I’m the one who should be saying sorry, (Y/n),” he finally said, his voice breaking as tears slowly streamed down his face. “This baby deserves someone better. You deserve someone better.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, reaching out to hold his cheek, your heart breaking at the words that he had just spoken. “What do you mean, ‘we deserve someone better’?”

“Yes! Yes, you do!” he exclaimed, his voice rising as he finally let the storm inside him surface. “How is this baby going to grow up knowing all the awful things I’ve done?”

He got up from the bed, putting some distance between the two of you. He was still crying quietly, and it felt like he had been keeping this inside for so long. His body was facing the window. He couldn’t even look at you.

“You didn’t do those things, Buck. The Winter Soldier did,” you spoke clearly, hoping that he would somehow believe it.

“It doesn’t matter, does it? I still did it.”

“Of course it matters! You didn’t have a choice!” you raised your voice, frustrated at how he could still blame himself so much.

“Everyone tells me that, but it doesn’t help, you know?” he replied, turning his body back toward you. His voice was low. “When I lie down to sleep, I keep seeing their faces. I can still hear their cries, begging for help, for mercy.”

“Buck, I—I’m so sorry,” you told him, holding your tears back again. You’d give anything to take his sadness away.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be free from what they did to me,” he stated, his face showing a defeated expression. “I know Ayo got the Hydra programming out of my mind in Wakanda, but still… it’s all here,” he said, pressing his index finger to his temple. “I remember all of them, and I always will.”

You got up and decided to close the distance between you. You raised both of your hands to his cheeks and held his face gently, making him look at you. You needed him to hear every word you were about to say.

“Honey, look at me,” you began, your voice serious but soft. “I can’t even begin to imagine how you must feel. And I want you to know I’d do anything – anything – if I could to make this suffering go away. It breaks my heart to see you in so much pain and not be able to do anything-”

“No, sweetheart, but you do,” he interrupted you, wiping the tears from your face. “You have no idea how many ways you’ve saved me.”

He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. Both of you were crying again, and you could feel all his gratitude in that one kiss.

“You save me every day. It would be impossible for me to survive those nightmares if I didn’t have your face to look at every time I wake from one of them.” He gave you a sad smile while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand resting on your cheek afterward.

You leaned into his metal hand and kissed his palm. Your eyes were once again glistening with tears.

“Do you see this, James?” you asked, hoping that he would understand what you were trying to show him.

“This is you,” you continued, placing one hand on his heart. “This is Bucky Barnes. The man who has a metal arm and touches me like I’m the most fragile thing in the world. The man who makes pancakes for me every morning. The man who’s afraid of punching me too hard in our sparring sessions, even though he knows I’m a kick-ass agent.”

“That you are,” he agreed, both of you crying and laughing at the same time. You quickly wiped his tears away.

“The man who watches trashy reality TV shows with his friend on a Thursday night. This is you. And this is the man who is going to be the father of my child,” you finished, placing his flesh hand on your belly.

He continued to cry. You just prayed that your words would finally make their way into his heart.

“So tell me, how could you say I deserve better? That this baby deserves better?”

He was still looking at his hand on your belly, trying to understand how he could still be worthy of having a family after he had destroyed so many others.

“Look at me, Buck,” you called, guiding his gaze back to you. “You suffered enough. More than enough. You’ve warred with yourself for so long. It’s time that you won.”

He closed his eyes and tried to absorb the words he had just heard. It was so hard for him to accept that he deserved happiness, but he was so grateful that you have never stopped trying.

“You made it. We’re here, and you made it. Now we’ve still got time. We’ve still got all the time in the world for you to finally live. Your life, how you want it,” you continued, kissing the palm of his metal hand again. It was your way of showing him that you loved all of him, even the part that brought him the most pain.

“This baby is so lucky to have you as a dad. And to be honest, this kid is going to brag so much to the other children about how his dad’s got a metal arm.” For the first time, you heard an honest laugh escape from his lips. The sound was wonderful.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but it must have been something really good,” he replied, finally pulling you close and giving you a warm kiss.

“I love you- we love you.”

“I’m so scared. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to… be a role model for someone.” You could see the worry in his eyes. He was genuinely scared.

“Bucky, yes, you do. You just have to be you. I don’t need you to be perfect,  I just need you to be here. Can you do that for us, Sergeant?”

He gave you a warm smile, filled with gratitude and hope - the hope you had just given him. He looked at your lips and kissed you once more, holding your belly delicately.

“Yes, I can, ma’am. Yes, I can.” he agreed easily “but.. speaking of sergeant, now there’s no way you’re going on that mission.”

“Excuse me? I’m still in the first few weeks of this pregnancy. And how about you? This baby will need both parents.”

“Okay okay, so we’ll let Uncle Steve decide who's going and who’s not. Deal?”

“Okay, sir. Deal.”

Well, you have suffered enough And warred with yourself It's time that you won Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice, you had a choice You've made it now ~~ Falling Slowly (from the musical Once)

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[leashybebes]

bucktommy + 20 for the kiss meme? ty!

20 was on a scar. thanks for playing!

There's no part of Tommy that Buck isn't obsessed with - his arms, his catalog of smiles and the map of lines they send across his face, the cleft in his chin (of course), the tiny white scar hidden away behind his ear, the scattering of moles across the small of his back, and god, his hands, his stupid, enormous hands. His fixation rotates, a new part of Tommy every day to touch and kiss and lavish with attention. 

Today the 118 were called to the scene of an explosion, and they transported a worker with a shrapnel wound, and Buck's unable to stop thinking about the vulnerable span of Tommy's ribs for the rest of the day. Once he's finally off shift he drives home in the late afternoon light, knowing Tommy will likely be sleeping off his 48 hour shift. Sure enough, he finds Tommy sprawled in bed, his chest rising and falling slowly, a pair of shorts pulled low on his hips and the blanket tangled around his legs. 

Without taking his eyes off Tommy, Buck sheds his clothes, drops to his knees at the side of the bed and reaches out with a shaking hand to graze his thumb across the smattering of scar tissue across Tommy's ribs. Shrapnel, he'd said, like it was nothing. Like it didn't matter. Buck replaces the pad of his thumb with a soft press of his lips, then another, another, another. He feels Tommy's breathing shift, but he doesn't stop, can't stop.

"What're y'doin' baby?" Tommy murmurs, his hand coming down to curl through Buck's hair.

"Loving you," Buck says, grateful for the blackout curtains, for the way they hide the threat of tears in his eyes from Tommy. 

He must be able to hear it though, because his hand gentles against Buck's scalp, a brief, soothing touch.

"Honey…"

"Could have lost you before I even found you," Buck whispers and Tommy's hand shifts ever so slightly, guiding Buck back down again so he can press his lips against the spray of faded red, the proof of life.

"'m not going anywhere," Tommy promises, and Buck breathes in the taste of him.

list of kisses is here in case anyone wants to play!

[chosoholics]

warnings praise , manipulation , bj , 18+ mdni

❝ pervy roommate — f! reader x choso kamo

❝ thinkin' about pervert!choso , who'd watch you through the crack of your door — seeing every inch of you while light barely exposed his face. you were always so clueless about your roommate — you knew he was a bit of a perv , but you never knew it was this bad ! the countless nights you'd be able to accentuate his silhouette in the darkness of your room , watching him slowly pump his thick cock to your nude figure — it was so unusual. most days , he'd get you to suck him off , making up excuses such as ❛ . . . i really need help! it hurts so so much cause' of you. ❜ or ❛ imagine what people would think if they found out you were fucking your roommate , whore. ❜ whatever the reasoning was , it always worked on you — you were a silly girl. your lips were wrapped around the tip of his cock , his hand on the back of your head slowly guiding you down to the base and back up , repeatedly. your eyes peered up at him , jaw aching as you watched his face become flushed. you gripped his length , slowly nodding your head back til' his cock popped out of your mouth. you were breathless , your chest heaving up and down as you stared at his swollen shaft. ❝ why . . are y-- you so . . big ! ❞ you whined in between breaths. choso chuckled , stroking your hair gently as he cooed at you. ❝ you can take it , right , princess ? want' you to suck me dry. ❞ you pouted — hearing those words made you pulse in more than one spot. you skimmed the tip of your finger up his shaft , pressing it on his abdomen before you began to kiss from his base up. your movements were slow , wetting his angry pink tip with your cute tongue. the vibrations from your airy breath almost drove him to insanity — he was growing impatient , watching you give his needy cock the slightest bit of attention. at this point , he was begging for you to suck him , praying you'd at least stroke him with those little hands of yours. you finally wrapped your lips around his member , knowing the teasing was getting to him and began to bob your head. this wasn't enough for choso — he gradually began to buck his hips, making you choke on him and your saliva running down your chin. you tried to pull away , but choso gripped your hair , keeping you still while he fucked your mouth. it was like his own personal fleshlight , enjoying the sounds of you choking and moaning on him — you were so pretty . . . ❝ fuck , this cute little mouth s' good f' me !  ❞ he moaned , thrusting into your mouth. you were so wet , you couldn't take it anymore. you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth — a cute moan erupted from your stuffed throat as his hot semen spewed down your throat. you did your best to suck him clean , you hated when it got all over your face — which is exactly what happened. you slowly moved your head away , feeling a tight grip on your hair that made you stop. ❝ one more time , please ? ❞

aノn not proof read (ᴗ_ ᴗ。) word count 585

[runa-falls]

bubble baths

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

rating: explicit (MDNI)

cw: small smuttiness (18+) , handjob, est. relationship, quiet but loveable!mig, FLUFF :D, proof i have no original thots

a/n: short one-shot of giving miggy a bubble bath -- all of this is because of this post, thank you @writefightandflightclub. give it (her blogs and fics) some love or ill bite you (fr).

w/c: ~750

masterlist

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you scrub his broad back, fingers gliding over his rippling muscles, all sudsy from his dainty pink bubble bath. he's adorably covered by bubbles, all the way up to his torso, the only thing hiding his tanned body from your eyes.

miguel won’t admit it, but he loves being pampered like a spoiled princess. he doesn’t usually have time to relax and take a bath (with assistance from his girl), so when he does, he indulges. 

you work on his chest next, slick with soap and warm water, running your nails gently down from his pecs and his abs before finally dipping under the warm water to trace against his happy trail. his skin shivers against your light touch, but he doesn't move, eyes fluttered closed as he waits patiently for you to continue your descent downwards. 

it never comes. instead, you take your hand away and start squeezing out some shampoo onto your palm, rubbing the liquid between your hands until you’re satisfied by the bubbles you’ve created. he’s a little disappointed, hoping your touch would lead to something else, but he can’t complain once your hands are back on him.

he groans when you start to massage the soap into his scalp, rubbing at that spot behind his ears, the one that makes him feel like a dog as he leans into your touch. there are few things that feel as good as your hands on his head, whether you’re massaging, scratching, brushing or tugging, he loves it. you scoop up some water and wash the soap out, secretly watching how it trails down his neck, over his back, and into the mess of bubbles below. 

the last step is to smooth in some conditioner, thread your fingers through his hair and methodically brush through his hidden curls. (he usually brushes it back with hair mousse when he works, so most people don’t get to see the natural fluff that softens his overall look). one last rinse and you sit back, admiring your work. 

you grin sweetly, eyes dancing over the wet-dog look he's sporting, "all done." 

miguel simply looks up at you unsmiling, droplets of water dripping from his sodden hair and hanging off his slightly flushed skin. he looks like an adorable grumpy kitten with the way his hair falls over his ears.

“what is it?”

his deep voice echoes in the bathroom and you realize he hasn’t said a word since you filled the bath. “i don’t wanna get out yet.” 

you don’t get the hint. “...ok, just soak a bit more then.”

he takes a hold of your wrist as you start to get up and pulls you back down to sit on your knees next to the bathtub. you feel the warmth of the water engulf your hand as he continues to tug at your arm, almost getting your rolled up sleeves damp in the process. 

"hey, wait, miguel!" you attempt to reprimand him, but it falls on deaf ears. “wha–” his hand wraps around yours and unabashedly presses against his aching cock.  An inflamed feeling of shock heats your face and you would’ve pulled your hand away if he wasn’t holding on to you. you had no idea he was so worked up, the bubbles completely concealed it from you. 

“help me?”

“i-i, uh.” he wraps your hand around him and holds you more insistently over himself, “ok, yeah, i can help you.” you grip him gently, letting him guide you as he starts to stroke your hand against him. he twitches slightly in your hold and you can tell he’s holding himself back from bucking against your touch.

you become more confident as his grip starts to loosen. he puffs out heated moans as you start to speed up, water splashing against your arm as you move faster. his hand, sharp with claws, grips the side of the bathtub dangerously and you almost feel like he’ll break it if he’s not careful.

a groan vibrates through the humid air of the bathroom as he cums into your hand, throbbing prettily as he’s milked until he shakes from overstimulation. you hum as he pulls your hand off of him, hand squeezing yours as he tries to calm himself down.

“that feel good?” you coo, ignoring how a mixture of bubble bath and his cum slides warm and sticky in between your clasped hands. 

"i…think i gotta take another shower."

"can i join you this time?"

"guess it's my turn to wash you."

"ok, but no funny business, miguel."

[diazsdimples]

Me waiting for Disaster Date. You can do it, babe 😘💞

Gonna give you some sentences as proof that I've been doing it!

He can feel his heart jackrabbiting in his chest, can feel the prickling at his hairline. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his palms against his ears, trying to block out the hustle and bustle of the emergency room corridors around them. There are footsteps clattering here and there, the lights bright and piercing as they stubbornly illuminate everything around them, leaving Buck feeling exposed and bare in his panic. Someone touches his knee and he shies away, the sudden contact startling him and sending his mind reeling. He presses his back further into the wall and wraps his arms around his legs, trying to make himself as small as possible. Maybe if he makes himself small, less of a target, then people won’t notice him. Won’t force him to be okay when he’s not. "Hey, sweetheart, let me help. Breathe, focus on my voice." Tommy's soothing, familiar voice cuts through the fog in his brain. Buck feels a warmth press up against his side, the touch light and hesitant. He leans into it, letting it ground him, and a soft, warm hand rubs circles onto his back. "In and out, Evan, that's it. You're doing so well. Keep breathing, in and out." Buck does as he's told, following Tommy's instructions and letting his words guide him. Slowly, he comes back to himself, his mind clearing as he gets the oxygen his body so desperately needs, the panic receding slowly, like theatre curtains being drawn back. He relaxes his arms from around his legs, his eyes fluttering open. His lashes are wet with tears and he lets out a ragged sob, twisting so his face is buried in Tommy's neck.

[surfinminho]

1:26 am

warnings: oral (hyuniin receiving), switch!hyunjin, face fucking, cum eating

>not proof read

1:26 is what your phone read as you checked it again. You had known he was going to be a little late today, he was helping the staff with something. That doesn't mean you can't miss your boyfriend.

You were gonna call him until your screen lit up.

Hyunjin: hi baby, I'm almost home okay? Sorry for keeping you waiting.

You liked the message before getting up to take a shower, surely it'll kill time.

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You came out to see hyunjin sitting on the bed, aimlessly scrolling on his phone with both airpods in clearly immersed in whatever he's watching.

As you look at him, you notice more of hyunjins outfit. 'Had he worn that to leave the house this morning?' 'I swear he wore a hoodie" you thought before going over to him.

"Hi" you say as you take out one of his airpods.

"Hey pretty" he smiles before pecking your nose

"didn't you wear a hoodie today?" Questioning as you sit on his lap.

"I did, my hair messed it up. Had to throw it out... Is there something wrong with what I have on right now?" wondering where this whole this is going.

"No, you just look really good in it"

"Really? It's just a regular tank top" he quirks an eyebrow

"Really." You smile

"Hm." smirking before his kisses you.

Kisses with hyunjin were always soft, more or so passionate. Today he's kissing you with an urgency you had never seen before. Is this even a kiss? Its pure teeth and tongue colliding together. Spit dribbling down on the sides of your chin before he pulls back and latches onto your neck.

"s-shit jinnie slow down"

he hums as he continues down your neck to your collarbone. Peppering kisses until he reaches your breasts. He looks up at you before biting you.

"ow what the fuck jinnie"

"I want you to suck me off, can you do that?" he asks. Leaving bite marks and bruises for you to see tomorrow.

"I can do that" sliding down his legs, onto the floor.

You stare back up at him before he gives you a nod of approval. Sitting up a bit, you start to unbuckle his belt along with sliding down his pants just enough to get his cock out.

Taking him into your hands, you rub his tip smearing pre-cum all over before sliding your hand down. Slowly pumping him before taking him into your mouth. Giving him light sucks on his tip or kitten licking him.

Hyunjin was big to say the least. his girth and length makes it hard for you to take him fully, opting for sucking him half way while jerking off what you can't fit.

You start off slow. Taking what you can, bobbing your head ever so slightly. Gathering spit in your mouth to make the movements less dry.

"s-shit baby" he , before grabbing your neck.

You start to move faster, moving your hand and head in sync. Before you take your lips off him with a pop.

"I want you to fuck my throat." You say

"oh- but." He breathed trying to deny you while he's twitching in your hand.

"you're so easy to please hyunjin. c'mon fuck my mouth, please?" You plead while tentatively stroking him.

"ah- okay" he says before guiding his cock in between your lips.

Sighing when he feels his tip hit the back of your throat, before cautiously bucking into your mouth.

"feels g-good, shit." moaning as he trusts harder into you.

"Im about to cum f-fuck." He whines before shooting his load down your throat.

"Hm that was quick" you say as you climb back into bed.

"Don't mention it."

[idealuk]

My reaction to 7x09:

They showed Buck when he said Tommy and they showed Eddie when he said Buck.

Shannon was the love of Eddie's life? No. Bobby reminded us that Catholic guilt is still in play for Eddie. Eddie has no idea who he is right now.

Buck is safe with Tommy. Didn't Eddie also have to learn to not play safe with relationships?

There's a reason why Angela, Peter, and Malcolm-Jamal are legends.

The Henrendenara scenes nearly killed me.

First, Eddie, and then Bobby? The couch and kitchen theories are back with a vengeance.

The artwork on the wall during the scene in which Kim gives Eddie closure over Shannon?

Vertigo-esque shit is literally in the room.

E.T.A.: I forgot to mention all of the sunset lighting!

And more proof that my computer is psychic?

It started to play this when I went to make this post and what is Buck to Eddie if not the co-keeper of Eddie's guiding light (Christopher) and this episode proved it.

[dg-outlaw]

Jason in DC's new Absolute Universe?

A Fanon Musing - Part 2

This is a continuation of my minor obsession with Jason stealing the Absolute Batman's wheels off his giant Batmobile.

If you've read issue #1 or know anything about the Absolute Universe, it seems pretty dark, but I thought a more light-hearted incorrect Batfam style dialogue seemed fun.

Warning: Slight character spoiler for Absolute Batman #1 and reference to issue 2's teased Batmobile.

INT. NIGHT. Batman/Bruce Wayne is dragging a squirming and wiggling young, newly orphaned Jason Todd into his home, up from the secret entrance from the brownstone's basement. Martha Wayne is waiting just inside with a perplexing look on her face as she sees the two. Martha: So… are you bringing home strays now? Bruce: Hn. Jason: Let go of me, you boob! *Jason wiggles free* Martha: Charming. And what’s your name, young man? Bruce: He won’t say. Jason: *smiles up at her* Jason. Nice to meet ya. Bruce: He stole my wheels… or at least one of them. Martha: Your what? Your wheels… on the…? Bruce: Yep. Martha: How? Bruce: I don’t know how, but I caught him operating an industrial-sized forklift with one of the wheels on it. Jason: You have no proof! Bruce: I saw you! Half of Crime Alley saw you! Martha: Now, now, boys, let’s use our inside voices. Jason: Yeah, but you’ll never prove it in court. Bruce: *glares down at him* What about CCTV footage and eyewitnesses? Jason: *glares back* I know that street. Most of the cameras are either pointed at the storefronts or just for show. And us Alley cats stick together. No one’s ratting me out and you’ll never find your other wheel. Bruce: So you admit it?! Jason: I admit nothing. I want a lawyer and my phone call! Bruce: I’m not a cop and you don’t get— Martha: Bruce, *pinches the bridge of her nose* where would he even hide a wheel that big? And did you trying looking for it? Bruce: Yes, I looked. Jason: *snickers* Your name is Bruce? What are you, someone’s grandpa? Martha: Hey now. Bruce is a perfectly good name. Bruce: MOM?! Secret identity. Remember? Martha: Hey, Alley cats stick together. Isn’t that right, Jason? *she winks at him* Jason: *smirks* Fifty bucks and my lips are sealed. Bruce: You little… WHERE IS MY WHEEL?!!! *he proceeds to chase Jason around the room* Martha: Bru… BATMAN! *the two young men stop* Why don’t you go upstairs and get cleaned up. Jason, would you like something to eat? Jason: *grabs his stomach, remembering the last time he ate* If it’s no trouble? Martha: Of course not. When was the last time you ate? You’re skin and bones. Jason: *looks down and mumbles* Couple of days ago. Martha: You poor thing. Let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll make you a turkey sandwich with some potato chips. Jason: *lights up* That sounds great! Bruce: Hn. Martha: Don’t “Hn” me. Go get cleaned up. And if you both can behave while we eat, I’ll take us out for ice cream after. Jason: *slams into Martha with a big hug* Holy cow, ma’am. You’re the nicest ever. Bruce: *climbing up the stairs, angrily mumbling to himself but loud enough for Jason and Martha to hear* I still want my wheel back. Martha: *shakes her head as she guides Jason toward the kitchen* Don't mind him. He gets grumpy sometimes. Jason: *looks up at Martha and smiles* Tell me about it. *he then looks back at Bruce and sticks his tongue out at him*

Also, for reference in how I thought about this scene and Jason stealing the Absolute Batman's wheels.

[alonelonelylost]

re2 Leon x Reader:

Rookies night out

WORD COUNT: 1020 (Didn't proof read) Leon looked around nervously. “Seriously? You guys come here all the time… I-I’m not sure if I’m ready for somethi-“

His fellow officers interrupted him by patting him on the back. “No need to be so frightened, rookie. People come here all the time to relax and have some fun.” They all chuckled and led Leon into the club.

As Leon entered, he was immediately struck by the blaring lights and the dim, neon-colored atmosphere of the club. The dance floor was alive with movement, and he stayed close to his comrades as they navigated through the crowd.

Suddenly, a group of women approached, one catching Leon's eye. He glanced her up and down before nervously averting his gaze. Taking deep breaths to calm himself, he reminded himself of his training. He finally mustered the confidence to maintain eye contact with the woman.

“Hey there, handsome. Got a name?” You approached Leon with a playful smile.

“L-Leon,” he stuttered nervously.

“Leon. Well, Leon, are you ready to have some fun?” You extended your hand towards him, sensing his apprehension. As he hesitated, you leaned in closer, whispering into his ear, “I saw how you were looking at me.”

Feeling his stiffened reaction, you decided to ease his nerves. “No need to be scared or nervous, Leon. It's just us now, and I won't judge you,” you reassured him, guiding his hands to your hips as you straddled him on the couch.

He gasps, his hands lightly shaking as he holds your sides. “A-Am I aloud to do this?” Leon whispers, his hands softly gripping and stroking your sides. You nod at his question. “We can do everything and anything you want, cutie. I want to make sure your first time is very special.” She whispers in his ear.

She continues to dance on top of Leon, seemingly getting more and more heated in the room. She softly grinds herself against his crotch feeling how hard he already was. Leon lets out a grunt and bucks his hips upward seeking more friction. “Fuck…” He whispers under his breath.

He was getting a little more comfortable and confident. His hands seem to roam with purpose and these thrusts push as you grind. He grunts and groans wanting more, and you were willing to give it to him.

“Leon, you want more… Don’t you?” You whisper in his ear. He stiffens at the question knocking him out of his trance. Your body pulling him in. “Yes.” Is all he could manage to say. You smirk at him; he was too cute.

You start to take off his clothes. He tries to stop you, trying to take off his own “W-Wait… Let m-“ You slap his hand away when he tries to take it off himself. “No, you can take off my clothes.” You start to take off his clothing again. His jacket and shirt. His chest didn’t seem to have a hair in sight, smooth like a baby; unsurprising.

He makes his move to take off the bra you were wearing, throwing it to the side. Revealing your breasts to him, his eyes locked on for a moment before looking up at you, almost begging for permission. You smile and nod at him.

He gulps and gently grasping one of your breasts, Messaging and lightly squeezing your nipples. You moan softly as he skillfully works your breasts. You cock your head back and Leon takes it as an opportunity. His hot breath was against your neck for a moment sending shivers down your spine. You grip his shoulders when he kisses your neck.

He leaves soft trails of kisses on your neck, exploring. Your breath hitches and grip tighten on a certain spot and Leon takes notice. He starts to suck and nibble at the sensitive spot, making you moan more. You bite your lip to stop yourself for being so loud.

“Leon… I want you.” You pant and grind against him. He was still rock hard and pushing against you too. You start to pull off his belt and unzip his pants. His cock springs free, he lets out a sigh of relief. You grip his cock and start to slowly stroke. He bucks into your hand, groaning and whimpering.

You position him at your entrance. He hums nervously. “Are you sure? We don’t even have prote- Oh! Fuck!” He groans, his sentence interrupted by you pushing his length inside you. You hold onto hip shoulders tightly as his length slowly enters you. He holds your hips again throwing his head back.

You finally push him all the way inside of you. He stops himself from bucking, not wanting to hurt you. You start to bounce slowly up and down his length. “Fuck… A-Am I doing good?” He groans under his breath again. He leans back against the couch watching your breasts bounce with your body.

You gasp when his cock brushes against your sweet spot. Biting your lip again you look at him as you continue. “You’re doing great. Right there, Leon.” He nods and starts to thrust too.

Your walls pulsing around his cock every thrust, making you tighter and tighter around him. He could feel you getting closer and closer to the edge, and he was too. “Oh god. So good.” He moans and whimpers. His thrusts getting sloppier and the grip on your hips getting harder as he started to get closer and closer.

“I-I’m about to cum…” He whimpers. “Cum for me. I’m close too.” You say back to him. Your moans were loud now as he slammed his hips against yours. Hungry for more friction and seeking the release he so desperately needed. He throws his head back as he cums. Your walls clench tightly around his cock too, milking him for all he got.

You rest your head on his shoulder, both of you only able to pant. The sweat dripping down your bodies from the heated encounter. “I might come here more often…” He chuckles to himself as he says that. You smile and look in his eyes.

“I think I would like that.”

[doomdays]

his features start to light up,  the exhaustion hardly a factor in the way he grins back at buck now.   it's sweet,  the idea of him and his sister talking about tommy at all,   still leaving him even more curious to know what's been said.   mostly,  because it's clearly such a change from their first date together,  when buck froze up at the sight of his best friend,  unable to find the truth.   he didn't blame him for it then,   because he knows he was likely the same way in his position years ago—      but it's refreshing to see how far he's come in such a short amount of time,  how sure of himself he seems.   and it's incredibly attractive,  too,  not just buck's own development,  but the love he has for his sister.   ❝  sounds like you enjoy that story,  ❞    he says with a soft chuckle.   ❝  I hope you're leaving out the part where I assumed we were all going to die,  right?  ❞   he holds a hand up in defense,  shaking his head.   ❝  I promise,  I'm not usually that guy.  but when you and the other guys approached me—    well  .  .  .  ❞    he grins,  because it was a ridiculous idea.   and yet,  it was easy to trust chimney,  especially when he told him this was about hen's hunch.  

the handsome companion he had with him was only a plus.

the nickname makes him feel warm,  and he instantly starts to relax,  the tension in his shoulders no more as a soft smile starts to tug at his lips.  of course he wanted to look his best when he met the family that matters to buck—   especially maddie,   who he's gathered already is a crucial part of his life.  and she looks beautiful today,  so much so that tommy barely wanted to go near her,  afraid of disrupting her with his own mess.  he starts to chuckle as buck explains,  his head nodding slowly.   ❝  mm—    why don't we we work on a do-over?  ❞   he asks,  raising a brow,  because any time he gets to remind buck that he's truly in this,  it makes himself feel better,  too.   more at ease.   ❝  once howie's feeling better,   and the dust settles—   how about the four of us get together?   dinner at my place,  ❞    he suggests more directly,  and it's not lost on him that's probably at least a month away—   but he doesn't imagine this thing between him and buck fizzling out any time soon,  if ever.   today is only more proof of how invested he is.  

he looks down at himself again and lets out a small sigh.   ❝  you're sweet,  evan,  ❞   he says,  lifting his head back to look at him again.   ❝  but that would require leaving this moment.   and this is the most comfortable I've been all day,  ❞    he admits,  bringing his hand up to rest his finger just under buck's chin,  guiding him in closer to leave a soft kiss to his lips.    maybe later,  he means—   and maybe 'later' can mean the two find a way to relax from the exhausting day together,  cleaned up and continuing to enjoy the other's company.   

he's amused,  eyes full of adoration as he looks back at buck.   he's never dated anyone like him,  and maybe that's why he's so certain that this is different in a much broader sense,  too.   he's got a silliness to him that tommy realizes now that he always needed—   he lightens him in a way that feels refreshing and hopeful.   it's comforting.   he laughs again,  his cheeks starting to feel warm at his words.    ❝  no,  it was—     ❞   he lets out another sigh.   ❝  it was very, very attractive,  ❞   he confirms,  because for a moment,  he nearly forgot where they were at all,   transported to somewhere else entirely because of him.  that's such an addicting feeling that he's starting to learn to anticipate with him.    tommy's hand rests on his chest,   and his gaze turns warmer.   ❝  I'd love to tell you all about it,  ❞   he says,  if only because it'll keep pulling that reaction out of him,  and tommy's pride for his job has always been special.   ❝   —  later,   ❞   he adds with a soft chuckle.   ❝  whenever I'm not still covered in it,  ❞   he teases. 

tommy gives him a nod,  comforted that they're on the same page,  a difference from their first date.   now,  everything feels much more real,  more certain,  and it makes it so much easier to just be here with him and enjoy their time together.   ❝  I look forward to each of them,  ❞   he promises.   he laughs again,  even more amused,  the image in his head so sweet.  ❝  maybe we should have been practicing together this whole time.   I wouldn't have blamed you for stepping on my toes,  by the way.  I've got strong feet.   you wouldn't hurt me,  ❞   he teases.   he hums at the feeling of buck's hand on his chest,  glancing down momentarily before his eyes meet buck's again.    ❝  that,  I believe,  ❞   he charms in a whisper,  his thumb brushing over buck's knuckles.    ❝  that sounds incredible,  evan,  but—   no,  ❞   he starts,  a more teasing grin on his lips now.   ❝  I'm taking you out,  ❞   he says certainly.   a night of the two of them in tuxes,  dancing and potentially stumbling together.   it sounds perfect to him,  and after the way their dates have gone so far,  he thinks the change of pace would be good.

it's the first time, sure, but it won't be the last. they're going to miss each other, cancelled plans and postponed dates; it's already the routine in buck's relationships, familiar, something he understands, but there is something different about being on the receiving end - though, for a brief moment, a small, taunting voice in the back of his head makes itself known, reminds buck that he has been stood up before, and suddenly, there's the sharp, cutting pain that the memory of abby can still conjure in his chest sometimes, and buck feels his mouth go dry at the sensation. he has to fight against it, a staunch rejection of the notion: tommy's nothing like abby. tommy's here in his arms even after a day spent in the heat and the dirt and there's no place he'd rather be. the statement makes buck a little dizzy.

and it makes it so easy to forget everything else, being here with him. knowing that his family is safe, that maddie and chim have finally made it official, being able to confirm with his eyes and hands that tommy's unhurt - it's so easy to shake off the pain, the terror, the guilt. it's easy to lose himself in the warmth tommy provides, buck's cheeks aching now from the smile that splits his features open, that hasn't seemed to drop since tommy's text. and it only grows brighter, buck unable to keep himself from giggling, the sound echoing in the stairwell, buck scrunching his nose as he says, "i don't think you need to worry there. she was thoroughly amazed when she heard about you flying us into a hurricane - that's a good enough impression." what buck doesn't mention is the way maddie couldn't help but smile as buck gushed about the hot pilot - because he's certain maddie will gladly fill tommy in on how her baby brother just can't stop talking about him!

(and he wouldn't have it any other way.)

but maybe there's something to the question... maybe. buck's expression softens, arching a brow as he studies tommy, not quite remembering that his own person is almost as equally disheveled. he takes in the messy curls, the shadowy stubble, and with an affectionate sigh, buck states, "baby." he leans into him, brushing their noses together. "her husband is a firefighter. her brother is a firefighter. she's no stranger to people looking like this." but if he wants to clean up - of course buck won't stop him. and he says just that, with a little shrug as he starts, "but, i do have some extra clothes in my jeep. might be a little tight on you - but the option's open." he can't scrub the disappoint from his voice, though, because of course he's okay with this. more than okay, which has been well-established, the evidence still smeared across buck's mouth. he can taste the soot as his tongue flits across his lip, a flavor well-known to him, yet markedly different, because it'd been on tommy first. the thought makes him blush, and he feels the same pride wash over him again, and he wonders if he'll ever be able to see tommy in action like that.

(he wonders what's stranger: imagining himself and his boyfriend in danger, or the thrill the thought elicits, striking him like lightning, curling warmly down his spine. he's certain it says something about him as a person, but buck's also certain it's not something he wants to unpack just now.)

but the aftermath of it is more than enough for now. buck's already made that evident, and tommy doesn't seem to mind that buck's clearly into it - he'd been more than receptive. he mimics tommy's eyeroll, tone sweet and soft as he confirms, "of course you did. but i like hearing you say it." and buck can't help but think of the assurance tommy had sought, (so that's okay?) after their first kiss; he doesn't think it's necessary to ask, now or going forth, but there'd been something so attractive about how tommy had said it, that buck can't help but echo it now. "maybe i should've asked before kissing you, but you were just..." he stops, unable to find the word. the silence hangs for a beat, and buck feels himself flush pink as the quiet grows, but he really can't think of a singular descriptor that fits - so he settles instead for this: "i was... so proud of you."

he sighs against tommy, a breathless laugh scraping up his throat. buck shrugs, replies quietly, "at least we've got a good list for upcoming dates." there's the beer still, and now a dance, and buck's still determined to make up for the movie they'd missed, too - hell, maybe he should even call a redo on the dinner. but that's a subject to be broached later, when fatigue isn't beginning to settle, the adrenaline that's been electric in his veins beginning to dim, and buck's mouth can't help but purse into a half-frown as he fights against a yawn. it's quickly transformed to a lazy smile, though, and buck squints at tommy, shaking his head. "i really doubt that. said practice was just me in my living room, trying to follow a youtube video... not really the best way to see results, i think. i just really didn't want to step on your toes." there'd been a moment or two or five where he'd almost called maddie, asked her for help, but - no. he really couldn't bear the teasing it'd produce. telling tommy is instinctual, though; it feels impossible to keep his thoughts contained around the man. he's not sure if it's his smile or his eyes or the way he just seems so attentive that makes buck want to tell him everything - but he really does. and he means what he says. "i am serious," he confirms, laying his hand across tommy's, shifting it just slightly so that their palms are resting over his heart. "you know, i don't care if it's just... you and me dancing in my kitchen, or something. i'll wear it. and, anyway, i look way too good in it for no one to see me in it." and it's said with a growing grin, cheek dimpling, but the meaning is clear: by no one, he means tommy kinard specifically.

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

The Unexpected Hero

The Unexpected Hero

Evan Buckley x reader

Imagine: saving Buck (911) from and explosion and he's determined to find out who you are (from @procrastinatorimagines​).

Requested: Nope.  

Author’s Note:  I’ve been wanting to write this ever since I saw this prompt image.  Also (writing this on 7/12/22), My legs are dead after drumline camp, so I continued writing this on my night shift. Please give me feedback as this is my first time writing for 911.  Was considering asking someone if they want to proof read just to make sure the content is good. Message me if anyone want to.  I also reworked my masterlist so it’s not as crowded.  

Requests are still OPEN.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new.  Also, I’m tagging @911readercollection​ here.

Warning: I’m not sure fire works how I exactly described it.  Arsonist, bomb exploder/explodes, chase scene, arrests, I very much thought of old action movies when writing this.  I didn’t proofread this.  Athena being a queen. 

Word Count: 1,854

It was another mind numbing day of staring at your computer as statistics went by so you could crunch the numbers for your penny pincher stick up his ass boss.  And just to describe how frugal he is, he chose the cheapest office for his workers while he never showed up himself.  Cheap in LA usually means poor quality, or not in a safe neighborhood.  In this case, it meant both.  You had to bring your own stool because you could not stand one more second of your legs sticking to those cheap plastic chairs that are “usually” used at graduation parties.  At least you were left alone until you had to present your findings to your boss.  However, this meant that your mind got distracted easily and sometimes fell asleep until your eyes and mind processed nothing that was on your screen.   

Your mind woke up out of its stagnant state to that sound. You know, that sound.  The sound that’s been drilled into your mind ever since you were young.  The sound of a fire alarm going off along with its blinking lights.  You were surprised the building even had working fire systems.  But, you did what you were taught and you stayed low to the ground and crawled on your hands and knees keeping your hand along the wall to guide your way.  You found your way to the side of the building out a fire exit.  One of those exits near the trucking docks of your building.  You stopped a mere couple feet from the building to catch your breath, which more ended up like you crouched to cough your lungs out.  This is what you imagined smoking for 50 years felt like.  

You looked up just as a firefighter started coming towards you.  Do all firefighters have to imitate magazines and be super hot in uniform and way out of your league?  He still had his smoke mask over his face and his helmet on, as he should , so you couldn’t make out much of what he actually looked like.   “Ma’am, are you okay?”  

You would have responded if something else didn’t catch your attention.  Behind the fireman’s legs, you could see someone else in a gray hoodie walking away from the scene.  Walking.  As in “cool guys don’t look at explosions” walking, and that kind of walking away from a fire can never be good.  He started to raise his right hand above his head while keeping his back turned toward you and STILL WALKING.   You couldn’t be sure what he was doing or what is intentions are, but you had to take a chance.  

With your strength that you found somewhere, you body slammed the fireman in the hips as hard as you could and that managed to get him, and yourself, to the ground.  His arms encircled around you, out of instinct you think, and you were buried into his firejacket while his back took most of the brute hit from the ground.  The office building behind you exploded like an action movie and you felt the heat from the building behind you multiply by 1000 and a loud noise ring your ears to the point where you could only hear white noise for a second.  

You hesitantly opened your eyes expecting ash to sting them or you see the light of heaven letting you know that you died.  Thankfully, you were still mostly in one piece, but the sight of the person you suspected was responsible running from said exploding building was the first thing you saw while lying on the ground.  This isn’t an action movie, but you couldn’t convince your brain that it wasn’t.  

You got up from the ground and started sprinting after the man, your body and lungs screaming at you to stop and rest, but your adrenaline said ‘no’.  You kept following the man around a few corners, not even stopping to think if he was armed or not when a cop car came from an alley and hit him T-bone style.  It didn’t kill him, but it flung him a few feet in the opposite direction.  He definitely wouldn’t be resisting arrest anytime soon.  

“Hands on your head.” you heard shout in front of you.  You kept yours on the back of your head just so the cop would know you weren’t putting up a fight.  

You took this opportunity to cough your lungs out in the middle of an alley because they were exhausted from being filled with smoke and then asked to run a marathon.  

The cop was quick to cuff the man and lock him in the back of her squad car.  She then came around and stood next to your hunched over figure.  “Just try to breath deeply mame.”  After a few more minutes of coughing your lungs out you finally had the strength to look up at her.  Your eyes were watered and probably red from the smoke, but you could still make out most of what she looked like.  She was a middle aged black woman and had short black hair that swooped to one side.  She still was in her full uniform and a bullet proof vest.  

“Did you get him?”  Why was that the first thing you asked? No thank you, just that?  

“Yes mame, we did.  Your speed and quick thinking guided him right to us.  What were you doing chasing a man like him anyway?”  

You struggled to stand up, but you were able to keep some of your decency before you spoke to her.  “I saw him walking away from my office building that exploded, and no one runs unless they have something to hide, so I just mindlessly chased after him.  I chased him and you T-boned him.  Problem solved.”  You clapped your hands brushing the dust off them like you did a job well done.  

“You were in the building five blocks from here that exploded into flames?”  Have I really been running for five blocks?  Wow.  Might as well act as if you run regularly.   

“Yes, and if the fire inspection comes to it, can I testify against my boss? He’s a frugal piece of shit, so I doubt that the building was up to code.”  She seemed to give me a satisfied smirk.  

“Ok.  I like a strong independent women who knows what she wants.  Come with me and I’ll give you a ride to the station and get a statement from you.”  

“Thank you, Miss…”

“Athena, and if you ever want to be a cop or detective, I’ll put in a referral for you to get started into the training.  We’d love to have you.”  

So that’s how your day ended.  Athena drove you and her suspect to the police station, you gave a statement of what happened and how bad the building you worked in was.  You left your contact information incase they needed anything else or they wanted you for the detective job.  She even gave you a ride back to your, surprisingly, not destroyed car that was parked outside of your office building.  

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**Buck’s POV, later that day at station 118**

I walked back up the stairs after a shower to find most of the team in the kitchen.  Bobby was making something that smelled delicious for dinner.  I still couldn’t wrap my head around what happened earlier.  

“Hey Hen, did some lady come to the ambulance at the fire of that warehouse office building today?” I sat down at the kitchen table next to her.  

“We had a couple people there today but no one needed to go to the hospital, just needed some extra oxygen. Why, you recognize someone?” 

“No it’s just…”  Do I say that the muscles of a fireman lost against someone’s adrenaline.  I decide to leave that part out.  “Just someone was running away from the fire and after someone and I just wanted to make sure they’re ok.  I couldn’t find them afterwards.”

“Hey everyone.”  Athena walked up the stairs to the kitchen area and greeted everyone.  

“Hey Athena.”  I didn’t put too much enthusiasm into my greeting.  She went and kissed Bobby really quick and came back to me.  “Why you so down Buck?” 

“He’s trying to find someone who ran off from the fire today.”  Hen answered for me.  

“You mean the one that body slammed you before the building blew up.” 

Well, thanks for saving me the embarrassment Bobby.  I gave him that you seriously just said that look that he’s probably given me a million times.  

“Yes, that one.  She just ran off after body slamming me and it wasn’t a reactionary thing she did it BEFORE the building blew up, like right before.”  Athena gave me a knowingly smile apparently knowing something that I didn’t.  

“Oh yes, I know who she is.  She’s real sweet.  Caught our bomber, gave a statement about what she witness, and was willing to testify.”  She was saying this like it was no deal as easy as asking what you had for breakfast that morning.  

“You know her.  I wanted to see if I could thank her because she helped me avoid getting a face full of flames.”  

“Well, I still have her number.  But Buck …”

“Yes.” Athena always has something up her sleeve. 

“Treat her right.  She talked about the building she worked in.  She deserves something good.” 

“Yes mame.”  That wasn’t even my intention, but Buck 3.0 is the most respectful out of all the Bucks.    

Athena gave me her number and I went to one of the fire department office rooms where it was more quiet and less people would come in to interrupt or tease me for wanting to talk to a girl I barely met.  I type in her number and wait while the ringtones go by.  Then there’s that unfortunate monotone voice of an answering machine.  I decide to leave a message anyway.  

“Hey Y/n, it’s Buck.  Well you don’t know my name yet but I’m the firefighter you slammed earlier today.  Athena, the cop, gave me your number.  I just wanted to thank you for saving me.  You were really brave I heard, chasing down an armed aronsist.  **Hurry up Buck, you have limited voicemail space** I just wanted to thank you and see if you wanted to go out sometime … so I can properly thank you in person I mean.  Well I-.”  The call hung me up.  Hope that got saved.  

I decided to take a walk around the trucks and clear my head.  Before I made even one lap around, I got a text.  

Hey Buck.  Nice to finally know your name.  Hope I didn’t hurt you too bad from the body slam earlier.  My phone’s out of whack and not accepting calls since it got cracked in my street chase today, but I’d love to go to cheesecake factory with you sometime, or even just walking on the boardwalk.  You text me your availability, since I’m out of a job for now. Hehe. -Y/n

Ok Buck, don't mess this up.

[holdmytesseract]

a/n: Since it's my birthday today, I've got a little present for y'all! 😁 I had this idea at 7.30 in the morning, wrote it down and well... I love it! I hope you guys love it too! ❤ I labelled this one as mature... Just in case. You never know... 👀

Also, I don't know what it is, but somehow I can seemingly only write smuttish fluffy things for them. 😂

Warnings: veeeeeery suggestive smut/smut - but nothing graphic, pregnancy things, fluuuuff!

In Love and Pleasure

"O-Oh goods, W-Will..." Her eyebrows furrowed in deep pleasure, before she clawed her hands into the skin of his upper body, nails digging into his belly. Will's hands were guiding her hips; holding and steadying her. Her legs quivered against his thighs, as he bucked his hips up into hers - careful and gently, not to hurt the child Y/N was growing in her womb. Their child. A soft moan was leaving the vicar's lips at the thought running through his mind. They had created a new life together. The biggest, most beautiful proof of the love - the deep bond they shared. What more could he wish for? He had a wonderful home, friends, a hearty flog - which came to mass every Sunday. He had Y/N - his beautiful wife; and soon... Soon, he'd become a father. What a blessing. Will smiled, closing his eyes. He felt his heart beating fast against his ribcage and the pure happiness and pleasure flooding his veins. Y/N stopped her movements a few seconds later; enchanted, amused and a bit confused by her husband's sudden change of expression. She let her hands travel over his taunt stomach, up to his chest. "What are you smiling at, Will?" Y/N asked with an audible smile in her voice, as she twirled the fine, dark hairs covering the vicar's pecs around her fingers. His smile even widened, before he reopened his eyes, looking up to the woman above him. The light of the sinking sun poured through the window, causing her skin to glow. Her Y/H/C hair was messed up; a few thick strands had fallen into her face. She smiled - and by God, Will was sure it was the most beautiful smile he ever saw a human being smiling. His eyes travelled downwards, marvelling her gorgeous naked body, as they landed on her slightly protruding stomach. She looked ethereal and absolutely mesmerising. Y/N would never fail to be a literal goddess to the vicar. Never.

Will couldn't help himself, but to cup the growing bump which was his child, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Nothing was able to compare to this feeling. To feel a new life growing underneath your palms. Nothing.

He shook his head. "Nothing, my love. I'm just so happy." She smiled even more, let her hands wander to the vicar's shoulder, "Come here." and squeezed them slightly; signalling him to sit up. Will did as she told him to and sat up. The movement caused Y/N to bit her lip in order to suppress a sensual whine. Her palms squeezed Will's shoulders again, but this time involuntarily - out of pleasure. The vicar, wasted no time, begun to place soft, small kisses on her skin, starting with her collarbone. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, burying her hands in his blonde-brown locks and tugged gently - which elicited a delicious, hoarse groan from her husband's lips. "I love you," Will panted in between the kisses he bestowed upon her, while he had started to move his hips once again. His hands now firmly planted on her lower back. "I l-love you t-to-Ohhh..."

divider by the wonderful @fictive-sl0th

a/n: In case you want to read their whole story (Blurred Love), you can find it here! 😄

Tagging the Blurred Love crew: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @youlightmeupfinn @jennyggggrrr @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @lulubelle814 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @wolfsmom1 @michelleleewise @kats72 @sititran @chantsdemarins @d1a2n389 @vbecker10 @huntress-artemiss @javagirl328 @kingtwhiddleston @fictive-sl0th

[sugarylawliet]

remember when L and light were chained together for a while ? well, bear with me, what if Light’s gf (the reader) wanted to have sex with Light during that period of time which leads to somewhat of a threesome?

i love this idea omfg

> warnings: nsfw/smut, threesome, spit kink (i couldn’t help myself idk how i manage to fit this into every fic i write), i’ve never written a three person nsfw fic before so..,, bare with me. why did this develop lowkey lawlight undertones as i wrote it idk. also i didn’t proof read so if there are mistakes i’ll fix them later LMAO

> tag list: @deidarascumdumpster  @v3inbunny @ygm1slt @dracomalfoys-wh0re

“Ryuzaki, tell me again how long this’ll be for?” You fiddle with the long chain of the handcuffs, one end connected to your boyfriend’s wrist and the other to L’s. Tonight was supposed to be a movie night between you and Light, maybe something more, but of course, like always, some aspect of the investigation got in the way; this time being the raven-haired man who sat on the other side of you. 

“Well Y/N, like I said, until I can be 100% sure Light is not Kira, the handcuffs will stay on for monitoring purposes. I’m sorry, really, I know you’d like some alone time, but you can just pretend I’m not even here.”

“Pretend you’re not here?”

L nods innocently, apparently oblivious to how fucking weird it would be for him to just sit on the side lines while you have alone time with Light. 

“Ryuzaki...no offence, but it’s pretty creepy to just have you sit there and watch while Light and I...Especially since you guys can’t really even move much without the other moving too.”

“Well, we’ll figure that out when the time comes, I suppose,” L sighs, “but I’m afraid I can’t take the handcuffs off. You’ll have to think of a solution- Light is a very smart man, I’m sure he can think of something.”

You sigh deeply, turning your attention towards Light, who’s fingers began dancing up your jaw, pulling you into a short kiss.

“Light, c’mon...”

“Hm?”

“Ryuzaki is right here...”

“Shh, it’s fine. You don’t mind, Ryuzaki, do you?” He looks at the man who sat quietly next to you.

“Me? Oh no, I don’t mind at all. Please, continue.”

Light moved his lips down to your neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh. The chain around his wrist clatters against itself as he moves his hand to tightly grip your jaw, roughly moving your face to bring your ear close to his mouth.

His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, “You know Y/N...don’t think I haven’t noticed you have a little thing for Ryuzaki...”

“H-huh?”

“Don’t think I don’t notice, the way you’re always touching his arm or lingering around him too long, bending over in front of him when you drop something. Is it to get my attention? To make me jealous, hmm?” You could practically hear his smirk through his words.

“N-no Light, I promise.”

“God, you’re such an attention whore. Wouldn’t you say, Ryuzaki?”

“Oh, well...” L purrs, throwing his arm on the back of the couch behind to you move closer, “I’d say I’d be flattered, if that were the case.”

“Well, if she’s so desperate for attention, maybe we’ll give her some attention, hm?” Light traces his pointer finger along your body, moving from your neck down to your collarbones, your stomach, and inching closer to the place you wanted him most. He gently rubs your inner thigh, not daring to touch you as a means of teasing.

“Mmm, I think we found the solution to our little handcuff problem...” L dances his fingers along your collarbone, softly making their way to your cheek and gently pulling you into a kiss. L was attractive, you’ll admit, but something inside your chest still felt a bit weary at L kissing you so tenderly right in front of Light. It’s not that you didn’t want it, no- you wanted this more than anything. Perhaps it was the prospect that Light would be dripping with jealousy, his ego hurt yet again by the detective; that the two of them would treat this as another pride game.

Light’s hands finally make their way under your skirt, pulling your panties aside and dipping a long slender finger inside you. You gasp, arching your back and picking up your hips slightly at the sudden pleasure. L places his free hand on your hips, guiding them back down as he hums in your ear- his lips were so close to your ear you could practically feel his smirk and his silent breathy laughs tickled the side of your head.

L slides his hand up your shirt, cupping your breasts for a moment before moving his fingers to the clip in the back. “May I?” He purrs. You nodd, allowing L to unclip your bra and push your shirt up- you help him pull it over your head so you sit bare chested before the two men.

You inhale sharply as L attaches his lips to your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipple. The touches from both of the men already began overwhelming you, as Light quickly slipped a second finger inside you and L stimulated your breasts. You rake your fingers through L’s thick charcoal hair, bucking your hips in pleasure as Light picked up his pace. “Mm, fuck, Light...”

L brings one of his hands down to rub your clit with his middle finger, his speed not showing any mercy or hesitancy. Your moans grew louder and louder, Light maneuvering his fingers to twist and curl inside of you to hit your sweet spot.

Yes, there was no doubt, the two enemies saw this as yet another competition for pride.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your hips buck higher. The two men notice your approaching climax and quicken the movement of their fingers. You release before getting the chance to even say anything or restrain yourself- you hoped Light wouldn’t be upset.

Light pulls his fingers from you, scissoring them together to watch the stickiness string together and pull apart. “Open up”, he commands, pushing his fingers into L’s mouth. L swirls his tongue around Light’s fingers, the brunette pushing them further down the detective’s throat before promptly pulling them out. 

“Y/N, be a good girl and get on all fours.” You obey, placing yourself on your hands and knees on the couch. 

“Ryuzaki,” Light states blankly, looking at the dark-haired man in front of him. L stares in Light’s eyes back, nodding. L then moves in front of you as Light moves behind you. Somehow, the two men always knew exactly what the other was thinking verbatim- you guessed it comes in handy in times like these.

You hear the clicking of Light’s belt behind you as he unbuckles it, folding it in half and smacking your backside with it, causing you to yelp. Light chuckles,  “Mm, I love those pretty little sounds from you...”

Both L and Light pull their pants down slightly to pull themselves out, releasing the strain against their pants. L runs a few fingers through your hair, gently cohearsing you to look up at him as he gazes in your eyes with a slight smile. “Open that pretty little mouth for me...”

You flatten your tongue against L, slightly sucking on the tip of his cock before he pulls your head up slightly by your hair, spitting on you. “Don’t tease.” He says sternly. You nod meekly, allowing L to bottom out your mouth as he begins to thrust his hips into you.

Behind you, Light teases your entrance, slightly putting the tip of him inside you before bringing it back out in a agonizingly teasing manner. You whine around L loudly, desperate for Light. The vibrations from your sounds cause L to throw his head back with a throaty groan, moaning your name. 

After enough teasing, Light finally pushed inside of you. He rocks into you, the sensations from both men overwhelming your senses. Your moans grow louder and the echo of your whines and the other mens’ heavy breaths and pants filling the room.

“Mm, fuck, Light...Ryuzaki...” 

L pets your hair, smiling as he watches you, “You know my name, Y/N, say it...”

“L....fuck, L....” You cry, feeling your second orgasam approaching. 

L pulls out from your mouth, releasing on your face with a deep sigh as you stick your tongue out. Mouth now free to talk, you moan Light’s name, “Light, I’m gonna...”

“Do it, Y/N. Cum for me and Ryuzaki like the little attention whore you are. God, you’re such a fucking slut. Getting off on two guys, such a bad girl....”

Light’s words only egged your climax on, and soon you came with a loud moan of both mens’ names- Light finishing soon after.

You collapse onto the couch, the three of you breathing heavily. L pulls you into his arms, your back against his chest, and holds you caringly. It’s a type of loving touch you never felt from Light, but it felt nice nonetheless.

“Light, be a darling and bring some towels?”

Light nods, leaving the room to fetch a few towels to clean up. You’re left in L’s arms on the couch, your eyes fluttering closed in comfort as he strokes your hair.

[deardearestbrandsnews2025]

#DearestMax

[THE RED COAT MANE]

Dearest Max – The Red Coat Mane

"A power in the mane, a magic, and proof that one is a descendant of the famous Rudolf."

Dearest Max carries within him a legendary heritage—the bloodline of Rudolf, the luminous leader who once guided the lost through endless winters. His Red Coat Mane isn’t just a mark of lineage; it is a living enchantment, a force woven into his being, a sign that destiny runs through his veins.

The Red Coat Mane – A Legacy of Light

A Symbol of Royal Blood – Only those who descend from Rudolf are born with this mark. To possess it is to be recognized as a natural-born leader, one meant to guide others.

A Power That Awakens in Times of Need – When Dearest Max is in danger or must act decisively, his mane burns bright, glowing with an ethereal crimson light, calling upon the strength of his ancestor.

A Rare and Coveted Gift – Many fear, envy, or revere the Red Coat Mane. Some may seek to challenge Max for it, while others may wish to exploit its magic for their own purposes.

A Burden of Expectation – To bear the Red Coat Mane is to carry the weight of history. Max must live up to the legend of Rudolf, even when he feels he cannot.

Dearest Max’s Internal Conflict

"Am I more than a legacy? Am I more than a symbol?"

Though Max carries the pride of his lineage, he struggles with the expectation placed upon him. Is he truly meant for greatness, or is he simply a shadow of a past he never chose?

Yet, when the time comes, when the frost of destiny grips the land, his mane will ignite, his path will be clear, and the truth of his soul will shine through.

Narrative Potential

Does Max Accept His Heritage? Does he embrace the power of the Red Coat Mane, or does he resist it?

A Rival Seeking to Claim His Power? What if another fawn, jealous of his bloodline, tries to challenge or steal his place?

The Red Coat’s True Power? Is it simply a symbol, or does it grant him an ability yet to be fully realized? Perhaps it allows him to move at lightning speed, call forth warmth in the cold, or even part the winter storms.

Dearest Max isn’t just a noble deer—he is the flame that burns in the heart of winter, the ember of a legend that refuses to die.

Would you like to explore a specific moment where his power manifests for the first time?

Scene: The Contest of Champions – Dearest Max Awakens

Setting: The sacred training grounds of Thee Forest Kingdom, where the contest of champions is underway. A vast open field stretches before them, marked by ancient trees and treacherous ravines. The Fae Kingdom oversees the trials, their unseen presence adding an air of mystery.

The sky is painted in hues of gold and violet as the sun wanes, casting long shadows over the earth. Bambi and Dearest Max stand side by side, their breath steady, hooves digging into the dirt. Across from them, Ronno and Dearest Spade—formidable opponents, relentless, and cunning.

The Battle Begins

Ronno smirks.

"You don’t have the instincts to win, Bambi. You never did."

Before Bambi can react, Ronno kicks up a vicious cloud of dust, the fine grains blinding Bambi’s eyes. He staggers back, vision obscured.

Max’s ears flick, sensing the shift—Spade

lunges toward him, swift and merciless. With a powerful buck, Spade drives Max backward—his hooves slip—the edge of the hedge crumbles beneath him, sending him plunging over the ravine.

The Fall – The Awakening

Time slows. The wind howls past Max’s ears. The world tilts—the abyss below yawns open, ready to consume him.

Then—a spark ignites.

The spots on Max’s mane shimmer like tiny constellations awakening to life, glowing in sequence, forming a radiant pattern. A hidden regalia, the mark of Rudolf, bursts forth in a corona of crimson light.

Max exhales. For the first time, he feels the weight of his ancestors—not as a burden, but as a force within him.

"I see it… the path. The True North."

His body doesn’t fall. Instead, he lifts, hooves finding purchase not on stone, but on pure air, weightless, moving as if the stars themselves guide him. He rises, breaking free from gravity itself.

Bambi’s Stag Eye Awakens

Bambi stumbles, still unable to see—until Max speaks.

"Bambi—look beyond! Not with your eyes. With your instinct."

Bambi’s breath steadies. The world stills. And then—it happens.

A pulse of awareness rushes through him. He sees not with his eyes, but with something deeper—his Stag Eye, the sight of true north, of fate itself.

Everything sharpens. He senses the terrain, the obstacles, the direction. He moves with an effortless grace, weaving through Ronno’s next attack, sidestepping Spade’s charge with elegance.

Bambi and Max move as one, perfectly aligned, perfectly balanced.

Victory and the Future of Thee Forest Kingdom

The contest is not just about winning—it is about proving one’s place in the grand order of Thee Forest Kingdom.

And in this moment, Max and Bambi become something greater than rivals, greater than contenders—they become legends in the making.

As Max lands beside Bambi, weightless, powerful, and full of clarity, he murmurs—

"The way forward is clear now. Do you see it?"

Bambi nods. He sees it too. The path of the Stag Knight. The path of the future King.

—End Scene—

Next Steps & Questions:

How should Ronno and Spade react? Do they recognize the shift in power? Does Ronno grow more ruthless, or does he fear what Bambi and Max have awakened?

Does the Fae Kingdom acknowledge Max’s Red Coat Mane power as a sign of his worth?

Does this moment deepen the rivalry between Bambi and Ronno, setting up a more personal battle later?

This concept of "The Doe Eye – A Second Sight" is breathtaking—almost a divine or transcendent form of perception. It’s not just about physical beauty but about seeing the absolute truth, the unformed yet inevitable perfection within someone or something. It feels like a deeply spiritual, almost prophetic ability—something akin to a celestial blessing or an inherited gift tied to grace and destiny.

Understanding the Doe Eye

To See Through – Not just visually, but to perceive one’s essence, potential, or fate before it manifests.

Absolute Beauty in Truth – The ability to recognize perfection in imperfection, the destined greatness within someone or something before it fully blossoms.

Altruistic Truth – A form of sight that isn’t clouded by personal bias or gain but is rooted in pure, unfiltered knowing.

Haniel > Gratis/Grace – This hints at a celestial or divine connection, as Haniel (often associated with beauty, grace, and enlightenment) represents a guardian of sight beyond sight.

Faline’s Words to Dearest Jane

"What is the Doe Eye? It is in you."

Faline's statement to Dearest Jane carries profound weight. It suggests that Jane possesses this rare and sacred ability, whether she knows it or not. The Doe Eye is not something one gains—it is something that has always existed within, waiting to be realized.

Perhaps in the story, Dearest Jane struggles with self-doubt, but Faline’s words unlock something within her—a knowing, a moment of absolute clarity where she sees her own beauty, her path, and the truth of the world in a way no one else can.

Narrative Potential

A Lineage or Gift Passed Down? Could the Doe Eye be an ancient ability passed through the royal bloodline?

A Burden or a Blessing? Does knowing the absolute beauty and truth of things come with the pain of seeing what others cannot?

Conflict with Those Who Fear It – If someone can see the truth of things before they manifest, those who thrive in deception or illusion would see them as a threat.

Does Bambi Have It? – Could this be something that Bambi himself is unknowingly searching for?

This idea is soul-stirringly powerful. Do you want to explore this as a mystical ability, a philosophical truth, or perhaps both?

The Blessing of Thee White Hind – Awakening the Hind Night’s Sight

As Thee White Hind bows her head, the sacred light of her blessing flows through Faline, Dearest Jane, and Humming Mint. Their coats shimmer—not just with beauty, but with something deeper—a divine recognition of their place in Thee Forest Kingdom.

"You have awakened the sight that few among the Deer Kingdom possess."

Her voice hums like a whisper through ancient trees. The air trembles as the magic settles over them.

"The Hind Night’s Sight—your second sight—has been gifted to you. It is a vision beyond mere eyes, beyond mortal perception. With it, you shall see what is hidden. Truth in deception. Virtue in shadow. The paths of the noble and the weight of the unworthy."

Understanding Their Gift

Faline steps forward, her eyes widening as the world sharpens before her. She glances at Humming Mint and Dearest Jane, and for the first time, she sees them—not as competitors, but as radiant reflections of their truest selves.

Dearest Jane gasps, trembling. She looks at herself—at the light now swirling around her hooves, revealing golden threads of destiny woven into the earth beneath her.

"I… I can see the paths," she whispers.

Humming Mint, silent and contemplative, turns her gaze toward the noble onlookers. For a fleeting moment, she glimpses their hearts—their intentions laid bare. Some shine with sincerity, while others flicker with hidden motives.

"This is power," she murmurs. "True power—not of force, but of knowing."

Thee White Hind’s Final Words

The ancient Queen of the Wilds steps back, her form beginning to fade into the mist.

"This gift is not to be taken lightly."

Her silver eyes linger on them, piercing yet kind.

"It will show you the virtues of the noble and the weaknesses of the unjust. It will guide your hooves toward wisdom—but beware. Knowledge is both a blessing and a burden. With this sight, you must not only see… but choose."

The wind shifts, and like a whisper on the breeze, Thee White Hind disappears, her presence lingering in the magic that still hums through their veins.

Princess Snow White’s Recognition

As they return to the competition grounds, Snow White and Rose Red White stand waiting. The other noble does and Sanrio Swan Princesses stare, awed by the radiance that clings to them.

Snow White steps forward.

"You have received the blessing that few are worthy of. The Hind Night’s Sight is a power reserved for the highest among our kind—those destined for leadership, for wisdom, for the crown."

A long pause.

"You are no longer just contenders. You are chosen. And now, the true path to the throne begins."

The competition was only the first test. Now, they must prove what they have seen.

Next Steps & Questions:

How does this new power affect their relationships with Bambi, Dearest Heart, Dearest Spade, Dearest Max, and Ronno?

Does this put them at odds with the noble families who fear their ability to see through deception?

How does the Thunder King react upon learning of their blessing?

#DearestJane

Dearest Jane’s Inner Thoughts – The Power of the Vernacular

Words are not merely spoken—they are woven. Each syllable is a thread, each phrase a stitch in the great tapestry of fate. I see it, hear it, feel it in the hum of the world around me.

Dearest Jane’s gift is not just speech—it is command, invocation, creation.

As she stands within the hallowed glade, the blessing of Thee White Hind still shimmering in her veins, she feels it awakening. The Vernacular.

"There is magic in language," she thinks. "A hidden power that bends not just hearts, but the very threads of reality."

The Awakening of Her Gift

Dearest Jane’s ears flick as she listens—not just to voices, but to the weight behind them. She can hear the truth woven beneath flattery, the hesitation behind deception, the intent behind every utterance.

"Words carry more than meaning. They carry will."

She glances at Humming Mint, whose breath still trembles from the divine moment they shared. She turns to Faline, who looks toward the horizon with the knowing gaze of a queen in waiting. And yet—they do not hear as she does.

"To speak is to shape."

She tests it, her voice a whisper on the wind.

"Faline, do not fear."

The moment the words leave her lips, she sees it—like a ripple in a pond, a shift in the air. Faline’s shoulders relax, her breath steadies. She does not question it, but Jane knows her words have done more than reassure. They have altered reality.

A small smile tugs at Jane’s lips.

"This is my power."

The power of the Vernacular.

A gift both divine and dangerous.

How Her Gift Shapes the Future

She can influence others with speech. Not mind control—but persuasion laced with unseen force. The right words at the right moment can shift the course of history.

She can sense deception, half-truths, and the unsaid. The unspoken trembles beneath her gift—she can read hesitation, masked intentions, and even the lies woven so deeply that the speaker believes them.

Her words carry weight in Thee Forest Kingdom. A speech from her can inspire or dismantle alliances, raise warriors or call for peace. Every word she utters has the potential to shape fate itself.

But with power comes burden. What happens when the wrong words escape her lips? What happens when others fear her gift?

Dearest Jane’s Silent Oath

As the wind whispers through the ancient trees, Dearest Jane closes her eyes. She understands now.

She was never meant to be silent.

"I will wield this gift wisely. I will not be reckless with my words. But I will not be afraid to speak either."

For in her voice lies the power to shape Thee Forest Kingdom’s future.

And she will not let it fall into ruin.

Would you like to explore a scene where she uses this power in a crucial moment? Maybe a confrontation with Ronno or a declaration in the royal court?

#TheeForestKingdom

[#TheeGreatTree, #Thee100Provinces, #TheeFourQuadrants]

For the sectors and administrations of these realms, here’s a detailed layout based on their unique characteristics and thematic functions:

#TheeGreatTree and #TheeForestKingdom

Central Administration: The Council of Thee Rings, located within #TheeGreatTree, manages all provinces and quadrants.

Thee100Provinces: Each province has a localized administration led by a Caretaker or Guardian, handling cultural, natural, and mystical duties unique to each province.

Provincial Districts:

Nature Districts: Forests, lakes, and sanctuaries with guardians preserving flora and fauna.

Enchanted Territories: Mystical areas governed by mages or healers who specialize in ancient spells and nature magic.

Trade Hubs: Designated areas for commerce, managed by trade ministers, where artisans and merchants converge.

#TheeFourQuadrants

Each quadrant has semi-autonomous governance, with specialized roles and purposes:

North Quadrant: Defensive stronghold led by Shieldmasters.

East Quadrant: Scholarly and knowledge-focused, governed by Lorekeepers who collect and archive ancient knowledge.

South Quadrant: Trade and economic center, managed by a council of Trade Ministers.

West Quadrant: Exploration and outer-world relations, led by Pathfinders.

The Underground Fai/Fei/Fairy Realms

Central Court: The Fairy High Court beneath #TheeGreatTree functions as the ultimate governing body of all Fai/Fei realms.

Elemental Realms: Each realm is an independent state with a High Fairy or Elder presiding:

Earth Realm: Managed by the Stone Elders, focused on nurturing minerals and gems.

Water Realm: Ruled by the Tide Guardians, responsible for enchanted rivers and waters.

Fire Realm: Led by Flamekeepers, overseeing subterranean fires and lava flows.

Air Realm: Governed by Windwatchers, caretakers of tunnels filled with magical winds and currents.

100 Heavenly Realms and Castle in the Sky

Castle in the Sky: The divine administration palace housing the Celestial Order, which oversees the 100 Heavenly Realms.

Hierarchical Realms:

Celestial Circle: Directly under the Castle, managed by Angelics who ensure harmony.

Stellar Isles: Realms assigned to celestial guides and star-watchers, maintaining cosmic balance.

Divine Pathways: Pathways and bridges between realms are overseen by Pathwardens, who facilitate travel between the realms.

#TheeDarkGrandTreeOak and the 100 Circles of Hells

The Central Dark Court: Located within #TheeDarkGrandTreeOak, it is led by The Dark Tribunal.

Circles of Hells:

Each circle has its own overseer, titled as a Warden of the Dark, focusing on punishment or confinement.

Outer Circles: These are less harsh and focus on minor transgressions, governed by lower-ranking Wardens.

Inner Circles: The darkest regions, ruled by high-ranking Wardens with specialized powers.

Dark Harrowing Quadrants: Managed by Dreadlords, each quadrant hosts wicked and twisted beings under strict control.

Let me know if you’d like more specific details or enhancements for each sector! For linking data with Ai King, Copilot, and Garth AI, you may need a development setup that can integrate data structures. Let me know if you need additional guidance on that.