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tohokuu · 2 years ago

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boobs, boobs, boobs - tengen, kyojuro, akaza, aizetsu

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word count : 1.5k

warnings : tiddy sucking, somnophilia in akaza's

a/n : first time writing for kny...

TENGEN

tengen’s mouth watered when he saw your perky nipples sticking past the thin white fabric of your shirt. it was colder during this time of the year, so he knew that your nipples poking through was inevitable. his main concern was how he could help in fixing that.

he didn’t want you embarrassed, ya know? imagine sanemi or kyo drop by and get a chance to see your perky tits. he couldn’t have that. your tits belonged to him. they were cute and squishy and all he wanted to do in this moment was sit you down on his lap and suck your nipples until you pulled at his hair.

wouldn’t that be flashy?.. he thought.

you sighed as you wrapped tengens thin blanket around you. it didn’t make much of a difference, though. you were still shivering cold. he knew the only way to keep you warm was if you were laying flat against him (tit in his mouth).

“baby, is it cold in here or just me?” tengen spurred on. you looked up eagerly, staring at him in shock. “are you not cold?” you asked him. he shook his head.

“i’m not but i can tell that you are.” you saw tengen’s eyes dart directly down to your chest, raising a brow as he stared shamelessly. “hmm, have they always been this perky?” he asked you slapped his arm in embarrassment.. or at least tried to slap his arm. instead, he grabbed you by the bicep. pulling you down onto his lap.

it was in mere seconds, he had the blanket draped around your shoulders and your chest exposed for him. he could see goosebumps rising on your skin, standing up to the sky as he undressed you in the bitter cold. “fuck.” tengen sighed as he stared at your chest.

“the piercings are so flashy, honey.” he crooned. you blushed, looking away from his face.

“can i warm you up?”

KYOJURO

kyo was pretty uncaring when it came to how you dressed around the house. you usually lounged around in some loose pants and a short, cropped shirt of his. today was no different. you were cooking when he walked in the next morning, shirtless with only a pair of trousers on. he didn’t pay much attention to your chest until you turned around, handing him a cup of tea.

“good morning, kyo!” you chirped, smile fresh on your face in the early morning glow. kyo smiled tenderly. “thank you, my angel.” you kissed his pec after, walking away. kyo didn’t know what it was, that got him thinking that morning, looking at your ass and raising a thick eyebrow.

“mm tasty!” he said as he sipped on the honey and lemon flavored tea. joining you on the couch, he leaned over, laying his head on your chest. he snuggled his face into your chest, groaning and grunting softly as some of the sleep was still settled in his mind. his eyes fluttered open and closed softly as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“mmm.” he whimpered, enjoying the scratch of your nails against his scalp. kyo got up, getting on top of you and surprising you with his sudden outburst. his eyes darted down to your nipples poking through the thin cropped shirt. “fuck.” he groaned. your eyes widened as he help himself balance on his forearms, caging you in between.

suddenly his head was under the fabric of your shirt, his lips attached to your nipples. they were cold and hard, and in need of his mouth. his tongue swirled around your buds that were getting harder as he teased them. you gasped, moving up to discard of your shirt.

“kyo!” you cried, wailing as he bit and sucked at the skin. “you think you can just walk around like this with your nipples pokin’ out and not expect me to say anything?” he growled. kyo sounded eager, not in his usual gentle and soft nature.

“gonna make you cum from sucking your tits alone.”

AKAZA

akaza walked into your bedroom at around 2 am. your window was open and you slept soundly in bed. he raised his eyebrow and sighed.

how many times had he reminded you to lock your window at night…

you never listened to him, always arguing with him and teasing him. he was never angered, though. he’d smile thinking about you as he worked throughout the day, following orders. you were his comfort space, the one he’d visit at night when he had nothing particular left to do.

he walked into your bathroom like he owned the place, washing his face sighing while he ran a wet hand through his pink hair.

things were calm and quiet. a part of him wished that in another life where things were easier, he could just do simple house chores with you. it wasn’t that simple, though. life was hard right now and he couldn’t take care of you the way he wished. he had to settle for this.

coming in to your bedroom unannounced at night and snuggling with you while you slept. he listened to your soft snores and soft whimpers when you had a impactful dream. today was one of those nights.

he knew you were having a wet dream when he began to smell the wetness from you. a scent of pheromones bursting into the air and clouding his judgement. he watched as your nipples got visibly harder through the thin camisole you wore. his mouth watered.

you turned towards him in your sleep, whining and pulling him closer, grinding your cunt on his thigh. “fuck..” he whispered.

“a-akaza..” you whined, half asleep. he felt his dick get hard, making his pants uncomfortable. he suddenly didn’t care anymore. you had given him permission to touch you in your sleep before but he never went through with it, feeling a tiny sense of shame to do that to you without your knowledge.

but his judgement was clouded today. his day was rough and he couldn’t care less about morals right now.

he lifted your shirt up, his chest rising faster and faster seeing you whine for him even in your sleep. a primal urge overtook him as he dove into your chest, mouth wrapped around your buds completely.

he sucked and whined, two fingers dipping down the waistband of your sleep shorts and feeling the slick gathered in your panties. “you dirty, dirty girl..” he groaned.

he couldn’t wait for you to wake up to the hickey’s on your chest tomorrow morning.

AIZETSU

aizetsu was always sad. his eyebrows furrowed in sadness and worry. his zipped up the black nike tech in the mirror, unable to waiver the solemn expression on his face.

he figured coming to see you would maybe fix his mood just a bit.

the knock on your door at 2 am was a surprise. you didn’t get a call or a confirmation that someone would be showing up to your door this late. you took extra caution checking the peephole.

the rush in your throat went down when you saw that it was just your solemn boyfriend, dressed in his usual tech. you opened the door, head tilted to one side as you invited him in.

“zetsu, what happened?” you questioned. your boyfriend was often sad. he was quiet and didn’t speak much to others unless he had something significant to say.

“nothing. i just missed you.” he softly spoke, staring down at the ground. your own eyebrows furrowed as you pushed him deeper into your apartment.

“do you wanna cuddle with me?” you asked.

he looked around nervously before nodding. you laid in bed, urging him to remove the hoodie he wore and just lay in his t-shirt.

his strong arms wrapped around your body, pulling you in. aizetsu pushed his face into your chest, hoping he’d feel better.

your fingers went straight to his dark locks, tugging at the strands softly. “what happened today, angel?” you asked.

“sekido was making fun of me today.” he whined. his lips pouted, eyelashes fluttering to keep away a glimmering sheen of tears. “ ‘m sorry, zetsu. don’t listen to anything he says. he’s a dickhead.” you told your boyfriend.

“can i suck your tiddies?”

your mind felt like it broke.

“w-what?” you asked. your boyfriend looked up at you, his eyes widened and brows furrowed as if he was ready to beg.

“y-you heard me.” he whispered. you were right. you had heard his random and bizarre request. he had never asked before. in fact, you two hadn’t even done anything significant yet.

“sure.”

and suddenly your shirt was torn off of you, flung into a separate corner of the room. your boyfriends personality always made you forget how brawny and muscular he was. his body didn’t match his soft facial expressions and you could hardly recover from the whiplash you had received.

aizetsu’s arms were wrapped around your waist and upper back, pushing your body into his face. he sucked your nipples harshly, no care in the world that it might have been hurting you or not.

he licked and tenderly bit the skin, looking up at you with his brows this time pushed together to focus on the task.

he planned on sucking your tits into making himself happy.

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archangeldyke-all · 8 months ago

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I’m honor of my first “ramble” about sevika…

I was wondering.. if you could write about performing anal on sevika with a strap but also using a separate dildo to use on her cunt..

Goddddd her ass is just so fucking unbghhhhh in those fuckingn pants… godddd she deserves everythingggggggggg

(I don’t think you got my last request cause tumblr’s being weird but you’re such a good author!!! One of the best and utterly amazing!!)

EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH (and thank u so much this is so fucking nice!!)

men and minors dni

sevika didn't bottom much before meeting you.

to be fair, before you, she didn't do nearly as much laughing as she does now, she didn't smile so much, she didn't eat this often or well...

but you changed a lot of things for her. sevika feels safe with you.

safe enough to bottom just as often as you do. safe enough to admit how much she loves feeling you inside her. how much she loves the stretch, the fullness, the girth.

safe enough to blink up at you shyly one night, a blush high on her cheeks as she whispered out a sweet question-- 'c-can you touch me... here?' -- as she dragged your hand a little lower than her dripping cunt.

you happily obliged. both you and sevika were shocked at how quickly she came with two fingers in her ass and your tongue on her clit.

and now sevika's obsessed with anal.

it's just another thing she's learned about herself in her time with you; she's realized she likes cuddling, that she hates iceskating, that she actually doesn't hate dancing, and that, you know... she's a bit of a slut for anal.

which is how you find yourself here, your wife's legs hooked over your hips, your strap buried in her ass, your second finger slowly working its way into her cunt.

sevika's a fucking mess. she gets so fucking leaky when you're in her ass, you've bought a specialized super absorbant sex towel for this exact reason.

she's been on edge all day-- you'd gently fingered her ass open this morning before shoving one of her biggest plugs in her and sending her off to work, laughing as you watched her waddle awkwardly down the driveway.

you've only been inside her for a few minutes, but there's already a puddle under her ass.

"i-i can take more!" sevika whines. you chuckle.

"i just got this one inside you baby. just relax 'n feel good for me. i promise i'll fill you up like you need." sevika huffs up at you. you snort and pull your fingers out of her cunt to give her clit a slap. "brat." you sigh fondly.

sevika squeaks and squirts a little, and she glares up at you. "put your fucking fingers back in." she demands.

you roll your eyes but oblige. "so needy." you whisper as you sink two fingers back into her cunt, your hips keeping their steady, slow, shallow thrusts.

she's so fucking tight with your strap in her ass, you can feel the tip of your dick moving inside her against your fingers. and she looks delicious. she's drenched in sweat, a blush running all the way down her chest, her thighs and abs twitching as her hands clench the plush towel underneath her.

and fuck her cunt.

she's squelching and dripping around you, her pretty clit's poking out of it's hood begging for attention, her walls slowly stretching around your fingers as you fuck them deeper and deeper inside her.

"i'm gonna--" sevika whimpers before cutting herself off with a bite to her lip.

you pull away completely, leaving both her holes empty.

"what the fuck?!" she growls, shoving up on her elbows to glare at you.

you're too hypnotized by the sight of her pretty holes, both clenching desperately around nothing, just begging for you to fill her again. "you're so fucking pretty." you whisper.

sevika's frustration melts and she collapses against the bed. you gently guide her legs to the mattress, pinning them where they're spread as you duck down to lick one long stripe from her twitching clit, down her cunt, and to her ass.

she's tugging at your hair the second your face is between her legs, babbling nonsense as she tries to get your tongue inside her ass.

you just giggle, the vibrations making her shiver as you kiss and suck her rim.

"pl-- bab-- i wan-- fuck! c'mon!" sevika whines. you chuckle and stand back up again, smiling down at your squirming wife.

"what do you want?" you ask as you trail a featherlight finger over her clit. she's so fucking sensitive it makes you a little crazy.

"fuck me!" sevika demands, even stoming her foot on the mattress a bit. you burst into laughter, and sevika huffs a tiny laugh at her behavior before reaching up and tugging your hand back down toward her cunt. "please." she whispers sincerely, blinking up at you with her wide, sparkly eyes.

fuck. how can you say no to that?

you easily slide three fingers inside her cunt, fucking her until she's shivering before you guide the tip of your cock back inside her.

the moment your tip slides in, sevika's clawing at your shoulders. "more! more, all of it, i need more, fuck me! fuck me!" she begs.

you lean down and kiss her lips; and then follow her request, snapping your hips against her ass as you start to work your fingers against her g-spot.

"fu-u-u-u-u-u-ck."

"there you go, baby." you sigh as you kiss her cheek and lick up a bead of sweat on her temple. your thighs and wrist are soaked in her cum, and her cunt is trying desperately to pull your fingers deeper. "you ready?" you whisper, gently thumbing her clit.

sevika cums. you laugh as you watch your wife fall apart at just the question, and finger her through her squirting, whimpering, desperately-nodding-yes orgasm.

the moment sevika's eyes snap back open, she pulls her claws out of your shoulder and fumbles for the the dildo resting beside her, practically flinging it at you with her excitement.

you giggle, gently pulling your fingers out of her cunt to catch it. it's smaller than your cock, and sevika was begging for you to use a bigger one, but as much as you love indulging the size queen in her, it's her first time doing this.

which is why your hands are shaking a bit as you try to guide the dildo to sevika's cunt. your fingers are still so slick from being inside of her that the didlo slips right out of your fingers. "oh, shit." you curse.

you and sevika both fumble to catch the fluorescent pink dick-- the absurdity of the situation hitting you with full force as it slips flops around in the air.

you both burst into laughter, and you have duck down to nuzzle against her throat, muffling your laugh against her sweaty skin as she tries to contain her giggles.

"you okay?" you ask. sevika snorts and nods, kissing your scalp.

"yeah. you?" she asks.

you take a deep breath and push back up off of sevika, smiling down at her. "i'm perfect." you say.

she huffs and rolls her eyes, then twines her legs around your waist, your cock shifting a bit inside her ass. you both hiss, and then sevika grins wickedly. "here." she hands you the dildo again. "now fuck me."

you smile, bringing the dildo to your lips, spitting on it and moaning. beneath you, sevika shivers, and her eyes grow impossibly wider as you push the cock between your lips, getting it wet for her-- not like she needs it.

still. it's worth it for the way she's looking at you as you bring the dildo down to her cunt.

it slips in obscenely easily.

you nearly cum the moment it does.

"fuck sevika-- how do you feel baby?" you ask.

"i-- ah!" she's gasping and clawing at the sheets. you stop thrusting, and sevika's eyes snap open, glaring up at you. "fuck me!"

you grin down at her and start thrusting your hips slowly as you inch the dildo further and further inside her cunt. you're hypnotized, honored, and hornier than you've ever been in your fucking life as you watch your wife take you. when you finally push all the way in, you stop thrusting, and blink down at sevika with a smile that's surely bordering on insane.

"you're all full of me." you whisper.

sevika cums at your words.

you giggle, drunk off the experience, and start to slowly fuck her with both your cock, and the one in your hands. each thrust has her voice rising in pitch-- one long squeal echoing throughout your bedroom as she squirts and shivers around you.

when she's done, the first thing she does is reach up and pull you down, wrapping her limbs around you like a koala. she's still shivering and heaving, and you still your movement, resting against your wife. "sevika?"

"one second." she says.

you give her time, kissing against the fat of her breast, drawing patterns into her ribs. 'i love you.' you mouth against her neck.

sevika must feel your lips, she must recognize the movement, because she pinches your ass and giggles. "i love you too." she says.

"are you okay?" you ask-- knowing she's probably sick of the question but not caring in the slightest. sevika snorts and smacks your ass right where she's just pinched it.

"just wanted to remember how it feels to be so full of you." she whispers.

now it's your turn to cum at her words.

it catches you entirely off guard, but the moment the words leave her mouth you're gasping a quiet "fuck!" and grinding helplessly against her.

sevika bursts into giggles beneath you, kissing you as you fall apart.

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aimedis · 9 months ago

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IDIOTS - D.A.M.N CREW

i wrote this a while back (months ago lol) but i'm just now getting around to editing and posting it since i've been semi-active on tumblr these days

cw - lighthearted argument between damien and lasko, fake hostility, gavin being whipped for freelancer

wc - 1.1k

Lasko huffs, “Stop making fun of me, asshole.”

“It's not my fault. For a teacher, you're stupid." Damien clicks his tongue.

“W-well you’re just being absurd!”

“I’m being absurd? I’m being absurd?!”

“Yes, you are!”

Huxley groans into a throw pillow, collapsing back against the couch, “Where is Rainshower when you need them?”

“Off doing their teacher duties. They're helping Freelancer with water control or.. something back at D.A.M.N.” Gavin hums, not even paying attention to them both as he goes through his phone absentmindedly. He was mostly thinking about when the Freelancer was coming back and waiting until he could feel their familiar aura again.

They had both left before the boys arrived at the apartment. It was supposed to be their lazy Saturday morning before their hangout and Gavin was seconds from falling back asleep on their chest before they’d gotten a phone call from Dear.

The conversation was quiet and mundane enough for Gavin to ignore it and let his breathing even out until his Freelancer sat up at the end of it.

Of course, Gavin protested, as much as he could while being half-asleep at least— but they’d still gotten away from him.

“I gotta get up, Gav.” They’d hummed quietly as they ruffled his hair

“Nuh uhh.. ‘re not goin’ anywhere.” Gavin’s sleep-addled voice called out, clinging tightly onto their shirt with his eyes still closed.

"Yuh huh, Lasko's partner is helping me out with my water magic."

They’d slipped out from under him pretty easily and Gavin rolled over to glare at them. When they kissed him softly with a little smile playing on their lips, he’d kissed them back out of instinct (and when did he not want to kiss his love?) and then they slipped out of bed—away from his arms

Gavin had whined and pouted and used his very effective persuasion skills but apparently, last-minute practice before an exam was more important than his happiness.

"I love you, I'll be back in a little bit."

Gavin huffs and opens his eyes then, his hair pretty much blocking his entire view of them.

Freelancer laughs and kisses his forehead, "Relax, clingy, it's only like two hours. You don't want me to fail do you?"

"Do it tomorrow.." Gavin whines, reaching out to hold onto them so they couldn't leave but they escaped him again, blowing him a kiss and telling him to go back to sleep. Which he did, begrudgingly.

And now he's here trying his best not to sulk, wallowing in the feeling of half-hollowness that always came with being apart from his Deviant. He should be put off by that feeling, the feeling of missing a part of himself when they’re not near should scare or annoy him. But he can’t find it in himself to care much when his person is still gone.

“Lasko, you fatherless freak, would you just listen to me?!”

“Me?! Damien you hypocritical piece of shit-”

Gavin is startled out of his thoughts by the laugh that leaves his body, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. Huxley groans even louder then, his hand covering his face “Why is this happening to me..”

“That was so uncalled for,” Gavin says still laughing but about to try and futilely console Huxley when his phone chimes with a notification.

freelancer ❤️ hey gav we're like five minutes away, we got snacks

He perks up, not bothering to be embarrassed about the wide smile spreading across his face.

me hurry back i miss you

freelancer ❤️ just be patient you baby

“Okay!” Damien groans and looks over at Gavin and Huxley on the couch in exasperation, “I think we need a second opinion-“

Lasko huffs, “I think you need a sedative-"

Damien looked as if he was about to slap him, “Shut up! Guys, tell Lasko that-“ Damien cuts himself off when he glances at Gavin smiling like an idiot at his phone, “What on Earth are you smiling about over there?”

At those words, Gavin looked up and his face returned to normal but it was already too late—Huxley and Lasko had also seen the lovesick grin on his face while he was looking at his phone.

He was done for.

Huxley’s signature smile was back on his face when it clicked in his brain, “Aww, were you texting Freelancer? You look so happy!”

Lasko holds his breath to keep from laughing at Gavin’s reddening face but it only made him laugh harder.

“It’s sickening is what it is.” Damien snorts leaning against the couch, crossing his arms, “Did they send you a sappy message about how much they miss you and wanna kiss your stupid face?”

“Did you respond with a ‘I miss you baby’?” Huxley laughs and his voice goes up an octave at the last phrase

“Did you add a bunch of sickly sweet emojis at the end?” Lasko chimes in between his laughter

“Did you add a bunch of sickly sweet nicknames too?”

“Shut up,” Gavin groans lightheartedly, sitting up as he scratches the back of his neck, “You guys are annoying. And hypocrites. Did you forget I'm a demon?” He smiles sweetly.

That gets Damien and Lasko to shut up, suddenly averting the other two's gazes

At that moment, Freelancer is heard opening the front door and calling out.

“We're back!”

“Thank god,” Lasko whispers in a completely different tone than Gavin does.

By the time any of them look back up, Gavin was gone to the doorway as well.

“Whipped,” Huxley snorts.

“Says you,” Lasko chimes in softly, looking back at his phone.

Damien huffs, “Says you. Didn’t you cry for three hours after you and-“

Lasko shoots a gust of wind at a sheet of paper on the coffee table to fly into Damien’s face. He responds by setting the sheet on fire, raising an eyebrow at the air-elemental.

“Shut your mouth, Damien, I’ll suffocate you,” Lasko glares.

Damien rolls his eyes and gets up to sit next to Huxley again, “Yeah, as if, air elemental who's scared of heights.”

“Says the guy who's half French and can’t even speak the language.”

Damien looks as if he would get up again to start another less verbal fight but Dear is now standing in the doorway, clearing their throat.

They raise an eyebrow, "What are you two fighting about this time?"

And the two of them immediately jump back into yelling over each other, ranting about some stupid move Damien loved and Lasko thought was absolute ass.

Huxley shakes his head and wraps an arm around his boyfriend with a smile, keeping Damien trapped at his side while Dear tries to mediate like an exhausted parent.

Outside in the doorway of the apartment, Gavin has his arms wrapped around Freelancer's waist, theirs around his neck. He sighs happily, feeling tension bleed from his body at finally having his lover back in his arms. Safe and happy.

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#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted freelancer #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted gavin #redacted lasko #redacted dear #redacted damn crew #redacted asmr fic #redacted fic #this just might be bad #laugh out loud #kae's fics

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quintessenceofdust88 · 5 months ago

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Okay, tumblr milestone prompt, here it comes: As I'm in need of fluff myself, what about a day in the life of married couple BuckTommy domestic fluff? If that makes any sense? I just love the idea of them married, calling each other happy, and being in love.

Ohhh I love this prompt! There's sth about fluffiness in marriage that really gets to me.

Anyway hope you enjoy it, darling! It's not exactly a full day bc I got carried away hehe, but it's very very fluffy anyway.

And HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY AGAIN I hope you're having a great one!! (and that it's still your birthday in your timezone cause I really wanted to get this done by your birthday)❤️❤️

Tommy's face is the first thing Buck sees when he opens his eyes in the morning and, as cliché as stupid it sounds, that brings a smile to his face. He tried to wait up for Tommy to get back from his shift last night, but fell asleep with his cellphone in hand, reading an article about octopuses (they took Jee to the aquarium on the weekend and it had an effect on him).

When Buck wakes up, it's to find his cellphone plugged in and neatly stacked on his nightstand, and he feels a warm rush of affection for his attentive husband. He takes advantage of his sleeping state to take a good look at his relaxed face. There's nothing about it Buck doesn't love, from his dark eyebrows to his angular nose to the sweet curve of his mouth. There are little rays of sun escaping through the curtains and falling on Tommy's frame, making his few grays shine beautifully.

Before he gives into the temptation of running a hand through Tommy's hair and wake him up, Buck gets out of bed and goes downstairs, set on making breakfast for himself and his overworked husband.

He tries to be as silent as possible as he moves around their spacious kitchen (it was the one thing he had been set on when they were house hunting; Tommy's was a spacious garage, and eventually they'd found the perfect place for a very fair price once Tommy's old house entered the deal), turning on the coffee maker, sorting ingredients for breakfast and realizing they're out of cinnamon. Knowing full well that Tommy will whine about his french toast if there's no cinnamon, Buck opts for pancakes instead.

Buck prepares the batter while humming to himself, thinking about what dessert he can take to their family dinner at Maddie and Chim’s later that day. Just as he starts pouring batter into the frying pan, he feels strong arms around his waist, and he doesn’t even pretend to startle; it’s not the first morning he’s greeted like this. Buck leans back against Tommy’s strong chest, and Tommy nuzzles against his neck.

“Morning, sweetheart” He whispers sleepily against Buck’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine as he presses small kisses on his skin.

“You’re gonna make me burn breakfast” He teases, and is met with a huffed laughter against his shoulder.

“So we eat out” Tommy answers, his arms still gripping Buck’s waist, and it takes all of his strength (and the reminder they’ll probably have sex right after breakfast anyway) to playfully tap the spatula against Tommy’s hands so he’ll let go.

“Behave, mr. Kinard” He scolds, and Tommy places a loud kiss on his cheek (and a slap on his ass) before letting go, grabbing plates and mugs on his way to the table.

“I always behave, mr. Kinard” Tommy says, wiggling his eyebrows, and Buck doesn’t think he’ll ever get completely used to the thrill he gets to be called ‘mr. Kinard’. Tommy knows it, the bastard, and his smirk makes it pretty clear. “It’s not my fault you look particularly hot in my T-shirt”

Buck looks down at himself, realizing Tommy’s right. He barely notices anymore which clothes are his and which are Tommy’s, especially when it comes to LAFD gear, but the Bon Jovi faded black T-shirt is definitely not his.

“Well, I look even better with no T-shirt on, if you wanna see what that’s like” He flirts teasingly, and tries for a casual one-handed flip on the pancake he’s frying right now. Except it doesn’t go that well, and the pancake lands directly on the stove instead of the pan. “Oh, shit!”

He rushes to fix it and throws the ruined pancake out before it gets even worse. When he looks at Tommy, he finds his husband barely containing his laughter, which makes Buck point a firm finger at him with a glare.

“Shut up” He says, and Tommy raises his hands in mock defense.

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Keep it that way” Buck threatens, and Tommy mockingly zips his mouth as he takes their mugs to the coffee maker and prepares both of their coffees (and there’s something in the way he does it that makes it even better than when Buck prepares his own).

Once the pancakes are ready (no more flipping incidents, Buck finished it pretty conservatively), Buck brings them to the table, where Tommy has already placed syrup and some butter. They sit down one in front of the other and share a smile before digging in, in comfortable silence.

“This is so good, babe” Tommy tells him between mouthfuls, and Buck hums appreciatively. “You spoil me, you know? I never have breakfast this good at the station”

“I like spoiling you” Buck says earnestly, and Tommy blushes, a small smile appearing on his face. Sometimes it’s still hard for him to accept hard things, but Buck keeps reassuring him; it’s a work in progress. “I was gonna make your French toast, but we’re out of cinnamon, and you always say…”

“French toast is no good without cinnamon” Tommy finishes, and Buck swears there’s a beginning of a pout on his face; maybe there’s some truth about married couples picking up habits from each other. “Did you add it to the list? We’re going grocery shopping later, right?”

“Yup” Buck agrees, taking a sip of his coffee (damn perfect, as always). “And tonight we’re on for dinner at Maddie’s, don’t forget”

“So, groceries and family dinner” Tommy recaps. “Any other plans for the day?”

“Not really. Thought we could just… spend it together?” Buck suggests.

Sometimes they’ll spend their days off with Eddie (and Chris if he doesn’t have cooler teenage stuff to do and deems them worthy of his presence), or Jee and little Kevin, and it’s great fun. But there’s also something pretty special about just basking in each other’s company all day, be it running errands or cleaning the house or having sex or just staying on the couch, Buck on his phone and Tommy with a book.

“Sounds perfect to me” Tommy answers gleefully, and he takes Buck’s hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. “Any day with you is perfect”

And gosh, that’s sappy. But damn if it doesn’t make Buck smile like a lovesick idiot. Because his husband is a complete sap and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Request: heyyyyy can we get a short lil page or story of Janelle’s pregnancy cravings pls🤍🤍🤍

4 a.m cravings

thank you @romansnumberonegirl for requesting this 🫶🏽

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There should be no way in hell Josh was standing outside a Publix waiting for them to open. He should be at home in his bed asleep, cuddling with his fiance. His pregnant fiance who had damn near forced him out of his warm bed because she wanted chocolate chip cookies. But she didn’t want the ones they already had, nope. The ones they had in the house already weren’t good enough. She wanted - no needed Nestle Toll House at 4 in the morning.

“Josh, “ Janelle whispered, poking his cheek. “Joshua” She said again, louder. He slapped her hand away from his face and rolled so his back was facing her. She giggled and started poking him in his back until he turned back around.

“Janelle” He groaned, his eyes still closed. “Whatchu’ want?”

“Cookies.” He snorted and pushed her hand away from his face, when she started to poke him again.

“So go get em’.”

“We only have pillsbury, they make me nauseous.” He cracked open one eye to look at her. She was sitting up with her back against the headboard. “Don’t you love me?” He sucked his teeth and sat up too.

“You know I love you Nell.” He sighed and reached for his phone. ‘Girl it’s four a.m take ya ass back to sleep.”

“So you don’t love me.” She pouted and he groaned loudly before throwing the covers off of him and getting dressed.

And that’s how he wound up at Publix waiting for it to open because of his pregnant fiance and her pretty ass face. She knew what her pouting did to him.

“Lemme guess, pregnant wife and her cravings.” One of the workers asked as they unlocked the doors and Josh nodded. He had just grabbed the cookies when his phone rang in his pocket.

“Sup Nelle.”

“Hi baby.” She cooed and he rolled his eyes. “Can you grab some more stuff while you there?”

Josh sucked his teeth but listened as she rattled off what she needed. “Grapes and sour patch kids OH! and pickles and peanut butter and can you get some chocolate covered pretzels..” When she was done he quickly hung up before she could add anything else.

Janelle was already waiting for him when he came into the house. She clapped her hands happily as he set the grocery bags on the counter in front of her. “You’re the best baby daddy ever.” She said smirking because she knew how much he hated being called that.

“Aye, quit playin’ with me ‘for I take all this shit back.” She rolled her eyes at his attitude.

“Love you too baby.”

“Yeah you betta.” He rolled his eyes. “And don’t eat all the damn cookies. I want some now.”

“Nope,” She said, smacking his hands when he tried to eat the cookie dough. “Shoulda bought two packs.”

aah! this was so much fun to write lol. I hope you enjoy 🫶🏽❤️

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Our Secret: Part Three

Summary: Jisung has a crush on his best friend’s girlfriend.

(Part One and Two are on my page, please read them before you read this!)

Pairing: Minho x Reader, Minho x Jisung

Genre: Smut

Word Count:3.1K

Warnings: rough sex, bxb, choking, hair grabbing, degrading, spitting, name-calling, teasing, slapping, humiliation, dubcon, oral, throat fucking, mention of watching people have sex, cum swallowing, fingering, anal, no protection, begging, orgasm denial, crying due to overstimulation,

This is a repost because for some reason my followers couldn’t see the original post 😭 Tumblr is plotting my downfall istg anyway pls enjoy!!!

He didn’t know what to think. When did that camera get there? What had Minho seen? Did you know about the camera? Was Minho spying on you because he suspected you to be cheating on him or has he just been watching you this whole time without your permission? He’s never thought of Minho as the type to stalk his partner but there was no way you were okay with that camera being there. Unless you were. Fuck. Were you trying to get caught? No, that would make no sense since you were the one that wanted to keep this a secret. Jisung’s head was spinning with confusion as he held the phone in his hand. Shit, he still had the phone in his hand and Minho could wake up at any minute. He quickly exited the app and closed the phone, he flushed the toilet in case either of you were awake and turned the water on to “wash his hands.” Jisung slowly crept out of the bathroom to find Minho awake on the couch and quickly walked to the table to place the phone down smoothly.

“Hey, Jisung?”

Jisung stopped in his place and closed his eyes in fear.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m gonna carry them to the room would you mind opening the door? I don’t want them to wake up because of the movie but I still want us to finish it.”

Jisung cursed under his breath hearing that Minho wanted to finish the movie. He had hoped he could escape before either of the two had woken up and talk to you in the morning to find out what you knew about the cameras.

“Yeah, sure.”

Jisung walked towards the room as Minho carried you bridal style. He placed you on the bed and covered you with a blanket before kissing you on the forehead. He walked out past Jisung and went to sit back down on the couch. Jisung saw your foot move and slip out under the blanket and went to cover your foot with it. He looked down at your figure under the blanket and his worries softened but the moment he heard the movie start back up they engulfed him again. His nerves were a wreck and now he had to sit calmly with Minho and watch a movie. Fuck.

Jisung exited the room and made his way to the living room. He didn’t even fully make it to the couch before Minho spoke.

“They’re so pretty even when they sleep aren’t they?”

Jisung's body tensed upon hearing Minho's words from the couch. Minho kept eye contact with the TV, which was in the opposite direction of Jisung as he spoke and the younger stood frozen. He had no idea how to answer him.

“I- uh-“

“You’re pretty when you sleep too, Jisung.”

Fuck. He knew. Minho knew and now Minho knew that Jisung knew. Fuck.

“Haha, that’s uh- that’s such a weird thing to say.”

He tried to act innocent but he knew it wouldn’t work. Minho finally faced Jisung.

“I wonder if you think I’m pretty too?”

Every sentence that left Minho's mouth made the younger boy nervous but this one caught him off guard. What did he mean by that?

“Minho I-I’m sorry I don’t understan-”

“Don’t lie to me, Jisung. You know I hate liars. Sit. Sungie”

The name was said teasingly and bitterly. It fell off his tongue with venom. Jisung knew the least he could do was listen. He had obviously fucked up and would accept anything Minho said to him.

“I know you fucked them, Jisung. I’ve seen it all. Every time you go over there, I see you fuck her. How could you do this to me? How could you lie for so long?”

“Minho I’m so sorry.”

“No, you aren’t don't lie to me with a fake fucking apology. You aren’t sorry. I saw the way you fucked her. Heard the way you spoke to her. You loved every second of it. Was I even a thought in your mind?”

“Yes Minho, of course I thought of yo-”

“Good.”

Minho’s straight face turned upwards into a crooked smile. Jisung's confusion was apparent on his face.

“Then what did you think of? Was it only thoughts of me finding out or was there more?”

He couldn’t believe Minho was asking him this and not yelling at him or beating him to a pulp. This was not how he thought this would go. His eyes shifted anywhere but at Minho and Minho didn’t like that. He grabbed Jisung's face and made their eyes lock with one another.

“I’m guessing there was more. Not just guessing, I know there’s more. I know because on the days I fuck them, you take your time with certain things.”

Minho's face crept closer and closer to Jisung’s. His voice lowered and turned into almost a whisper.

“You suck on every spot I suck on, you bite every spot I bite. You put your hands on her waist when I leave bruises on them and eat her out longer after she's told you I ate her out earlier that day. You savor her more when you know I’ve just touched her. Now some might think that’s all out of jealousy but I think it’s for a different reason. Am I wrong, Sungie?”

The boy shook under Minho’s gaze. The close proximity of Minho's smirking face and Jisung's nervous one gave him a strange feeling. A feeling he only ever really had with you. He wasn’t just regular nervous, he had butterflies in his stomach.

“Minho, I-I’m confused. What are you saying?”

He tried to look away from Minho but the grip he had on his face only allowed him to shift his eyes. Minho sighed and rolled his eyes. He gently ushered his face to the side his eyes weren’t looking, demanding the return of Jisung’s gaze

“I want you, Jisung.”

His heart almost fell out of his chest. Jisung sat in disbelief at what was just said, questioning everything he knew or thought he knew. Years ago, when Jisung first met Minho, Jisung had developed feelings for his friend but knew he would never feel the same way as Minho was straight so he moved on as best as he could. He dated a couple of other people but those relationships never lasted longer than a couple of months. He didn’t really like anyone as much as he liked Minho until you came along. Your existence alone helped him cope with his hidden emotions and helped him forget. It was a beautiful tragedy to see the two of you together and Jisung just had to sit and watch. He detached himself as best as he could and thought he would die alone until you let him in your apartment that night.

“I wanna fuck you the way you fuck her.”

Minho’s lips pressed against Jisungs and the roughness caused the younger to melt right into his friend’s hands. Minho roughly pulled away and wrapped his hand around Jisung's neck, throwing him down onto the couch before towering over him.

“I’d be a lot nicer but you deserve to be punished seeing as you did fuck my girlfriend.”

Minho crashed his lips back onto Jisung and Jisung's shortness of breath caused him to gasp into Minho’s motions. Minho didn’t seem to care and shoved his tongue down his throat, deepening the kiss.

“I know you like choking her, how does it feel to be the one getting choked?”

Jisung let out a whimper, not wanting to admit liking the pain of MInho’s hand around his throat. Minho’s gaze darkened and his playful and lustful demeanor shifted into a more serious one. He grabbed Jisung's hair harshly and pulled brutally. His gasp was cut short when Minho spit abruptly into his mouth, causing him to slightly choke on the saliva.

“Answer me, Slut”

“I like it.”

Minho smiled viciously.

“Don’t tell me you like it, tell me you fucking love it.”

Jisung recognized his phrase to you and knew Minho was teasing him but he couldn’t help but feel his dick strain in his pants.

“I love it, Minho.”

“Good boy.”

You called him that. Fuck. Minho definitely knew what he was doing and how to work Jisung up. Minho's hand tightened against Jisung's throat as he kissed him again. This time Jisung attempted to tug Minho’s shirt up but was greeted with a slap to his hand.

“I’m punishing you, you only get what I say you get when I say you get it.”

Minho started running his hand over Jisung’s bulge causing the younger to squirm.

“On your knees.”

Minho's command caused Jisung to slide to the floor and get down on his knees, anticipating what was to come next.

“Actually strip. I want to see you naked.”

The younger's wide eyes met with the elder's cold lustful gaze and he instantly stood and started stripping himself of his clothes. When he got to his boxers, he hesitated. Minho grabbed him by the back of the neck, forcing his standing body to bend and come face-to-face with the other.

“I said strip. Are you deaf? Strip!”

Jisung carefully removed his boxers, allowing his dick to present itself in front of Minho. Minho looked at it and chuckled a little to himself.

“She must really like you if she lets you fuck her with that when she has me.”

Jisung looked away slightly in shame but for some reason wasn’t embarrassed. The comment caused his dick to twitch and Minho laughed again with that vicious tone of his.

“You’re so fucking pathetic. First, you fuck a guy's partner and then you get off to that guy telling you his dick is bigger than yours. Get down on the ground, slut. You’re gonna see what you’ve been competing with this whole time.”

Minho motioned for Jisung to undo his pants. Jisung got to work and slowly removed his friend's baggy pants. They certainly didn’t do him any justice because in them, his bulge was only half visible but now in just his boxers, Jisung could tell what Minho meant. Minho was huge. Both the thickness and length of his cock surpassed Jisung’s. The younger slowly took off Minho's boxers and threw them to the side. Jisung was about 7 inches fully hard but Minho right now was closer to 9. His eyes widened as it stood in front of him. Minho proudly wrapped his hand around the base before pumping himself a few times.

“You just gonna stare? Go on, suck it. If you don’t, I’ll have to fuck your face instead.”

Jisung still sat there frozen and Minho smiled maliciously, taking this as Jisungs consent to let him fuck his mouth. Minho grabbed Jisungs hair and forced him onto his cock. Jisung closed his eyes, bracing for impact as Minho thrusted as much of his dick as he could get into the smaller boy's mouth. Jisung slightly choked and thanked the heavens for his barely existing gag reflex because he would’ve thrown up otherwise due to the force Minho used on his first thrust. Minho let Jisung breathe and then continued thrusting into the other’s mouth, using Jisung’s hair to guide his head to match the pace he set with his hips. Drool pooled in Jisung's mouth and dripped out onto his chest and thighs, causing him to look messy and Minho couldn’t help but be even more turned on at the sight.

Seeing the guy who fucked his girlfriend now getting degraded was so hot. He had spent so much time getting off to the videos of Jisung fucking you and now he was able to fuck Jisung the way Jisung fucked you. Minho was somewhat of a cuck but to Minho, it was more than just watching you get fucked by someone else. He liked watching his friend fuck you of course but he also liked the idea of punishing both of you. You for your “unfaithfulness” and Jisung for his lies. He knew from the beginning what was going on as he was the one who suggested it and since that first night, he’s incorporated it into your sex life every time you and Jisung fucked. He would punish you as he played the video of you getting fucked, scolding you for being so dirty with another man. He was so glad to be able to finally punish Jisung but would have to wait to punish him the way he punished you for another time.

Minho’s pace was ruthless and Jisung couldn’t keep up. Minho slapped Jisung every time he slowed down and Jisung whimpered as he fixed his pace. Soon Minho was close to his release.

“Sungie be a good boy and take this cum down your throat.”

Jisung nodded and hummed in agreeance and Minho took the opportunity to let his load rush down the younger's throat. Jisung swallowed all of it and pulled himself off of Minho with a cough before showing his tongue to show Minho how good he had been for him. Minho spit in Jisung's mouth before instructing the boy to get on the couch on all fours.

“Stretch yourself out for me Sungie, but don’t you dare fucking cum.”

Jisung nervously stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them before reaching around and teasing his hole with one of his digits. He eased one in and stretched himself slowly as Minho sat behind him and watched with his dick in his hand. Jisung’s second finger made its way in and then his third. He started thrusting his fingers into himself faster, getting off not only on the feeling of them stretching him out but also knowing Minho was watching him do something so dirty. He tried to hide his moans but they escaped his lips and made their way to Minhos ears, causing him to move his hand up and down his dick, jerking himself off behind Jisung.

“You ready?”

For the first time that night, Minho’s tone wasn’t lustful or rough. He wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt Jisung too bad and if he tried to fuck him before he wasn’t ready he knew it would hurt the smaller boy.

“I am. I’m ready I want you so badly.”

Minhos hand sharply smacked across Jisungs ass and caused the younger to yelp.

“Then beg, slut.”

His tone returned with those words and Jisung whimpered as he kept fingering himself. Minho grabbed Jisung's hand and forced him to stop. He knew Jisung’s absence of his fingers would make him feel empty and force him to beg for Minho’s cock and it worked.

“Please Minho fuck me, I need you!”

“Oh, I will.”

Minho aligned himself up with Jisung’s hole before spitting down to further lubricate him. He slowly slide in his dick until he got past the rim. Jisung’s whimpers turned Minho on more and more and he happily lost control. With one quick thrust, Minho bottomed out in Jisung and the younger boy moaned out loudly. Minho was tempted to still and let Jisung adjust but knew he couldn’t; this was a punishment after all. His pace was vicious from the beginning, slamming into Jisung so hard that his entire body jolted forward. Minho’s hands gripped Jisung’s small waist and slammed into him at full force. Jisung felt his body shaking under him and knew without Minho’s hands around his waist he would've fallen just from the force Minho used. Jisung’s climax was approaching and his blaring whines let Minho know exactly that.

“Are you gonna cum, slut? You wanna cum?”

He spoke through his thrusts and Jisung could only let out sounds in an attempt to respond with a yes. Minho released one of his hands from the younger's waist and used it to grab his hair, roughly forcing his head up and back causing a moan to erupt from him.

“Come on use your voice. I just heard it loud and clear moaning like a slut so I know you can.”

“Y-yes I-ah I wanna cum!”

Minho released Jisung’s hair and laughed.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Jisung was so close to his limit and Minho’s brutal pace was torture knowing he couldn’t cum. Seeing Jisung squirming under him and hearing his desperate pleas, Minho decided to grab Jisung’s dick harshly and hold it with a firm grip, denying him access to his release. Jisung cried out and Minho laughed as his dick continued ruining his friend.

“I cum first. Remember, you only get what I say you get when I say you get it.”

Tears flooded Jisung's eyes and ran down in streaks. He hadn’t even came yet but felt so overstimulated under Minho’s touch. It was almost too much to bear but lucky for Jisung, Minho was close.

“F-fuck take my cum, slut.”

With that, Minho came inside of him and released his grip from Jisung’s dick, causing him to cum on the spot. Upon being released by Minho, Jisung collapsed and Minho sat back. Both sat in the sound of panting and the smell of sex for a couple of minutes before Minho got up and walked to the bathroom to grab a rag to clean up Jisung. He came back, wiped him off, and gave him a kiss on the lips and then his forehead before going to put the wash in the laundry. Jisung was caught off guard by these actions but then remembered that this was in fact Minho. Minho had always taken care of both you and him so it made sense he would be gentle and loving with aftercare. Upon returning, Minho spotted a sleepy Jisung and smiled. He helped Jisung get into his boxers, stepped into his own, and then carried the younger boy to the room. While carrying Jisung, he whispered to him.

“You did so good Sungie, but don’t think you’re off the hook yet.”

He placed Jisung next to you on the bed, tucked him in the same as you, and left the room to go clean the mess on the couch. Jisung snuggled up against you and you giggled at him.

“Who knew you could be such a fucking bottom?”

Hey guys! Don’t worry this isn’t the last chapter I am gonna write one more for the finale so look forward to that! I’m so glad so many people are enjoying this story and are following it and I’m so grateful for everyone that likes, comments, and reblogs. It’s really motivating and makes me look forward to writing every time I do so.

Part 4 coming soon!

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typicalopposite · 9 months ago

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PLZ READ TAGS FOR TRIGGER WARNINGS

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚃𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝚘 𝙵𝚕𝚢 (𝙸 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕)

BuckTommy Fic | M | Chapter 2/? | 5817 words

Prologue | Chapter 1 | ao3

I also made a Tommy Begins-esque tumblr story a little while back which ties into this fic, and since it won’t be added directly to the story I’ll share it here (killing two ideas with one fic… if you will 😂)

Parts: one | two | three | four of the backstory

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘: 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝… 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎

As soon as Tommy pulls Buck’s front door closed, every ounce of anger, all the annoyance, the jealousy—everything his mind had been so desperately clinging to up until this moment—dissipates. He doesn’t know what makes him feel worse: Tommy’s lack of anger that Buck had gone through such great lengths to uncover his past, Tommy not fighting him on the break up (regardless of the tears in his eyes, and the hurt on his face saying he desperately wanted to), or Tommy calling him Buck.

Or, maybe they’re all equally combined in making it so the second that latch clicks, and he hears Tommy’s footsteps fade off down the hall, he immediately regrets everything.

The intensity of it surges through his body and overstimulates him. He stands in the middle of his loft while the reality of what just happened—what he’s just done—comes crashing down onto him. He wants to scream, but he can’t breathe. He wants to chase after Tommy, but his feet are cemented to the floor. He squeezes his eyes shut, pinches his arm as hard as he can, and hopes this is just a nightmare and he will open his eyes, and have woken up.

Instead, when he opens them all he sees is the closed front door. When he finally manages to break them away from that, he sees the flowers, the wine, and the card… He grips his phone in his hands… his fingers are already itching to call Tommy so he can beg him to come back. It was never supposed to come to this. Sure, he was upset… but not relationship ending upset.

He feels so stupid, and hot-headed… he feels like an asshole… He feels like he definitely doesn’t deserve another second chance, or forgiveness for his once again loose and hurtful lips. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t call, and instead just goes back upstairs, and collapses onto his bed.

He doesn’t think he really deserves to succumb to the tears building in his eyes, because he did this to himself; but if he does cry it out… at least the exhaustion it will bring might help him fall asleep. He needs to sleep; he has work in the morning. He doesn’t sleep, though. He just lays, curled around his pillow, and spends the night going through all of the pictures of them.

What was supposed to be years, and years and years spent growing old together… now will only exist as yearly memories.

Before he knows it his alarms are going off and he has no choice but to drag himself back out of bed. A pot of coffee, black, and an ice cold shower… do nothing to help the exhaustion. He doesn’t even change clothes before sulking out of his loft and down to his Jeep. The drive to the station feels like it takes an eternity. His head has never hurt this bad in his life. Not to mention…

…he now has to tell everyone he ended things with Tommy.

A new wave of dread, nausea, and exhaustion wash over him, and the amount of energy it feels like it is going to take to make himself get out and go face the music is far too great. He considers just driving back home; Bobby would understand.

“S’up Buck!” Eddie says, slapping the hood of the Jeep. Buck jumps so hard it causes Eddie to jump, too. “Whoa, you okay?” Buck looks out the window blinking slowly—because he is too tired to do much else—until Eddie starts to look concerned.

“I– I’m fine,” Buck lies. “Just… tired.”

“Tommy told me he was heading over there after his shift…” Eddie says, Buck tenses up, dreading talking about it. “The hell did he do when he got—You know what… I don’t want to know.” Eddie’s face relaxes back into his warm, bright smile—which has finally returned after months of it being nonexistent or just plain forced during everything that happened with Christopher. What’s Buck supposed to do, ruin that with his self-inflicted drama.

No.

So Buck just goes along with it. He slaps on his best, cheesy, classic Evan “Buck” Buckley smile, laughs at Eddie’s discomfort from the images he put in his own head, and tosses all his woes and regrets into the negative thoughts bin. He tiptoes around any mention of Tommy, he says the bare minimum when he must, he lies where it is necessary…

He goes on about his day as if nothing—no major life-altering thing—has happened, and he makes it to the end of his shift managing to leave the team none the wiser about his relationship status.

He does this for a week.

Everyone has lives, and their lives are busy, so he plays on that and keeps them talking about themselves instead of him. Apparently Tommy isn’t too keen on sharing the news of their break up either, because he doesn’t mention it to Eddie or Chimney during their game on Thursday. Buck wonders how long he can avoid it; logically, as he gets back into his regular clothes (trying to not look at the picture of him and Tommy hanging up on the inside of the door he hasn’t been able to take down yet) he tells himself this was the last day. He hasn’t spoken to Tommy—not that he thinks Tommy wants to speak to him—and he hasn’t been able to get the courage up to reach out himself. He decides to break the news when he comes back to work.

“What are you and Tommy doing tonight?” Chimney asks, stopping Buck just as he reaches his Jeep. Buck can feel the color drain from his face, so he keeps his back to him for a moment to compose himself. At least he remembers Tommy’s schedule for the near future so he is able to get out of whatever this invitation is with: “Oh—uh—actually Tommy has a shift today.”

“I thought he said he was taking a couple days off,” Eddie interrupts. Buck is sure he looks like a deer caught in the headlights. His brain sputters to a stop rather than working on a back up plan, but before he is sure he has to come clean, Eddie snaps his fingers; “No wait, that’s right. He said he was taking time off after this shift.”

“So you two finally have snagged a few days off together, then?” Hen chimes in, joining them at Buck’s Jeep. “He planning on taking you up to meet Mrs. K, yet?”

Chimney lets out a dramatic Ooo; he nudges Buck with his elbow. “Those are the big steps, Buckley.”

Buck tries not to react.

They had made plans to take a trip up to NorCal to visit Tommy’s mom actually; before… everything. Buck has only spoken to her on the phone—never FaceTimed because she’s older and doesn’t like smart phones—because they were taking it slow. Tommy didn’t want to rush bringing Buck home to his mother; Buck didn’t push, his nerves always in hyperdrive at the thought of her not thinking he was good enough for her baby.

Tommy’s an only child, and they are extremely close. It was such a big deal to him for her to meet Buck. Tommy swore she already loved him, and she made it seem as such the few times they had spoken. That’s all unimportant now, though…

“Yeah— yeah, I know… right?” Buck says, a nervous (very unconvincing) laugh bubbling out of him. “We’re definitely taking some… big— big steps on our time off.”

Chimney narrows his eyes, and Buck is certain he is about to start asking questions. “I feel like this just pivoted into sexual territory,” he says, and Buck has to force himself to not sigh in relief. “And I’d very much love to not go there… so changing the subject—”

“Yeah, great… let’s do that,” Buck blurts before he can stop himself, nervously shoving his hands down into his pockets.

“Uh huh,” Chimney says. “So anyway, do you have plans tonight?”

Buck should say no. He should go home and get his head straight about all of this… he should consider calling Tommy… and if he decides to not—if he decides to stay broken up—he should figure out how he’s going to tell everyone. “I’m free,” he says instead.

~~~

The bar is noisy and packed; it’s definitely doing wonders for Buck’s already pounding headache. He has to squint his eyes at the brightness of the dimmed lights just to navigate his way towards the table Chimney is frantically waving him over from. “Hey! You made it,” he says, moving further into the booth so Buck can sit. “Everyone else should be here soon.”

“Cool,” Buck replies. “Cool, cool, cool…” He swallows around the nausea that everything—the lack of sleep, the pounding headache, the entire situation—is causing. A young bubbly waitress comes up, pad waiting to take his drink order. “Water,” he tells her, and that’s enough to get Chimney curious.

“You ok?”

“Uh— uhm— yeah, I’m fine. Why?” Chimney cocks a brow, Buck knows why. “It’s just… I think I’m coming down with something,” he lies. “Figure I should avoid making it worse with alcohol.”

Chimney keeps eyeing him like he’s not buying it, but Hen and Ravi thankfully walk in to distract him. Of course the distraction is short lived because both of them question his glass of water the second the waitress sits it down in front of him. “He says he’s sick,” Chimney fills them in.

“Buck’s sick?” Eddie asks, joining them. He furrows his brows at Buck, concerned.

“I’m fine!” Buck manages to laugh. “I just feel like I could be catching something.”

“Keep it to yourself please,” Ravi says, letting Hen in before him so he’s furthest from Buck. “I can’t afford to get sick!”

Buck sighs, taking a sip from his water, and looks around the bar. “Is Bobby coming?”

“Nah he and ‘Thena have the house to themselves tonight,” Hen replies.

“Oh god… I don’t even want to think about what they’re doing,” Ravi quickly says, cringing. Everyone agrees. Buck kind of feels a little bit better.

That is until he sees an oh too familiar body slump down on a stool up at the bar. What the hell… he thinks, as he watches Tommy order a drink from the bartender. No one else knows he’s there; the booth they’re in isn’t facing the bar… Buck was just looking around and happened to see him, and since he has not looked in their direction since Buck spotted him it’s likely he doesn’t know they are there either.

So back to Buck’s original thought; what the hell… is Tommy doing here? He was supposed to have a shift… not that he owes Buck an explanation of his whereabouts… but still.

Then some guy walks up to the bar, right to the seat beside Tommy; and Tommy looks at him and smiles. It probably shouldn’t make Buck’s blood boil the way it does… but it most definitely does. The next thing he knows he’s out of his seat and walking towards them. He thinks someone at the booth asks where he’s going; he thinks he hears someone ask if that’s Tommy; he thinks he is maybe just overreacting about halfway across the room…

Then Buck is spotted by the guy— he looks up directly at him, and he is very familiar. Buck stalls; it’s Sal. There’s a sudden relief in recognizing the person there with Tommy… not that it matters if he were on a—

Sal says something to Tommy, then grabs his face and kisses him.

Buck feels like the wind is sucked completely out of him. Tommy jolts away from Sal and frantically turns around, locking eyes with Buck instantly. His eyes go wide and he scrambles to his feet and towards Buck, who is already walking back to the booth as fast as he can. He blinks back his tears and tries to not think about the many eyes on him (most notably from his team).

Tommy catches him and grabs his arm just before he reaches the booth. “What?!” He snaps, bitterly.

“You don’t understand— that wasn’t what it looked like!” Tommy cries, he sounds winded, or desperate. Buck is hurt enough (justified or not) that he doesn’t care either way. “Evan, please let me—”

“Oh,” Buck scoffs. “So now it’s Evan again?”

Tommy deflates, he lets go of Buck’s arm and stares at the floor. “That was— I’m sorry about that…” he says softly.

There’s a split second Buck wants to just let it go. He was considering trying to fix things already… This is his chance, and Tommy is willing to talk, but he sees Sal watching them from the bar and the anger comes rushing back. “What’s there to talk about? You don't have to explain yourself, Tommy… it’s not like we’re together anyway, right?”

“What?!” He hears Hen ask from the booth.

“Since when,” Eddie adds.

“Apparently long enough for him to already move on,” Buck says. Sure, it’s petty… but he’s having a hard time making himself care. He grabs his keys off the table, throws some money down towards the tab, and is walking towards the exit… leaving everyone watching after him in confusion. Everyone, of course, except for Tommy who is hot on his heels.

“Evan, stop…”

Buck ignores him for the most part, getting all the way to his Jeep before he finally turns around. “No, Tommy, you stop. Stop making excuses… or trying to make me understand. It’s— it’s pointless… I don’t want to hear it.”

“Then what do you want to hear? I’ll tell you anything you want to hear!” Tommy’s eyes already look red even just under the dim street light. “You’re right, I was way too guarded about my life…” he continues. “So I’ll tell you everything: About Jay, about the army, about my childhood… I don’t care— I can’t— Baby, I have been losing my mind this past week… I can’t live like this—without you. Please…”

Buck feels like his heart is being ripped in two. “You sure seemed like you were living just fine without me in there…” he says, biting his tongue after.

Tommy covers his face, Buck can hear him sniffling and whimpering behind his hands… he has never seen Tommy like this. It makes him want to grab him and hold him and apologize. He should be the one apologizing! The thought gets shoved back down by the louder, angrier ones. “I’m so sorry, I fucked all this up, I know that. But that was just Sal being an idiot!” Tommy says. “He thought it would make you jealous…”

“So you let him kiss you to make me jealous?!”

“No! I didn’t know— Evan please…”

“Maybe you should… just stick with Buck,” Buck says. Tommy’s face falls more. He takes a step, his mouth falls open like he’s going to speak. Buck turns back to his Jeep, opens the door and climbs inside. “I’ll— uh… I’ll see you around.” Then he pulls the door closed and jams the key in and takes off, leaving Tommy standing there, dumbfounded.

He spares one glance in his rearview mirror—catches Tommy just as he pulls a fist back and connects it with the light pole.

~~~

It’s not like Buck has never been through a break up before. He’s been through a few of them, actually. Bad ones… This time shouldn’t be any different.

Except for the fact that there are a plethora of reasons this time is completely different.

Everyone likes Tommy, for one. He has potentially been Buck’s only partner that not a single person in his life has disliked. His parents even like Tommy. (That is saying so much it makes Buck sick to even think about having to tell them it's over.)

There’s also the little (extremely significant) detail of everyone telling Buck to leave this whole mess Gerrard stirred up alone. Now, Buck has to face the fact that he, in fact, did the exact opposite, then used that as the fuel that ultimately blew up the relationship.

It shouldn’t have surprised him when everyone tries to tell him maybe he needs to step back and reconsider this decision. It shouldn’t have surprised him when after all was said and out there they seem to sympathize less with Buck and more with Tommy. It really shouldn’t have surprised him—after he walks in to work the next day, and overhears Chimney telling everyone Tommy shattered his hand with that punch—when all eyes turn judgingly onto him.

Doesn’t make it suck any less that it seems like no one is on his side.

“Of course I’m on your side,” Maddie says, after he confides this to her. She reaches across the table to squeeze Buck’s hand. “I just want you to be one hundred percent sure this is what you want. I mean… you were so happy together.”

“And then I found out he was hiding stuff from me…”

Maddie’s face shifts, she tries to shift it back but Buck sees. She sighs: “Was he really hiding it from you… or had he just not told you about it… maybe because it was a difficult memory.”

Buck scoffs and pulls his hand away. “But you’re on my side…”

Surprisingly Maddie’s face doesn’t soften. “That’s not fair,” she says. “I can be on your side, and still point out the flaws in your reasoning, Buck.”

And even if he wants to argue with that, he can’t.

Hen and Chimney haven’t necessarily been avoiding him at work, but they haven’t necessarily tried to stop Buck from avoiding them—like they normally would—which tells him all he needs to know about where they stand. Eddie has remained neutral, but in remaining neutral he has distanced himself from them both. (Well… he has definitely distanced himself from Buck.) Bobby gives Buck that worried papa bear look everytime he sees him, but he pointedly doesn’t bring it up…

Ravi is— At least Ravi is still Ravi. He blurts out needing to call in air support when they are at difficult fires. He asks if Tommy is still available for car problems, given everything… He asks when they are all going out again—Buck included—as if anyone wants to be around Buck at the moment.

Regardless… Buck would have never guessed when the Buckley-Kinard divorce era finally happened (maybe a part of him always planned on this ending, like his relationships always do…) Tommy would be the one to be granted custody of the 118 family… his family.

That jealousy that had taken root inside of him from Jay, begins to grow and blossom; logically Buck knows the rage he feels from it should be aimed at himself, but instead he turns it outward. He projects onto everyone around him who clearly sees Tommy as the fan favorite. Clearly no one wants to see Buck’s side of the story… Clearly they don’t care about him as much as they used to act like they did…

Clearly he is reaching. Logically he knows this. Unfortunately he is too lost in his own head to stop himself.

Then the 217 starts to reach out.

It’s about a week after the blow up at the bar. First, it’s a call from Lucy, asking him—demanding him, really—to talk to Tommy. “He’s a wreck, dude… just— I don’t know… Just consider hearing him out?”

“Hear him out about what?” Buck snaps back.

“About all of it! God damn, Buck, do you even fully know what you’re mad at him about?!”

“I— what— what the hell is that supposed to mean? Of course I do!”

She laughs, actually laughs at him and hangs up.

Next it’s an older pilot, James McCarty, who comes into the station requesting to speak to the kid. He just wants him to know Tommy is starting to slack at work. He’s getting careless. Buck looks from McCarty to the team eavesdropping from upstairs. He feels his face heat up. “What am I supposed to do about that…” he asks, trying to ignore how bitter and petty he sounds.

“Look, kid, maybe whatever you two had was one-sided… I’m letting you know what’s going on.” Buck tenses his jaw, pushes back the bile that statement brings, and how it reminds him of what he said to Tommy about Jay. “I guess I just figured he meant a little more to you than that, maybe I was wrong.”

Buck itches to correct him, instead he stands firmly planted in place and watches him turn and leave.

When reaching out to Buck gets them nowhere the 217 starts reaching out to the 118… and then the 118 starts trying to convince Buck to talk to Tommy; which only makes the anger grow despite the little voice in the back of Buck’s head telling him maybe he should listen to them.

“Why are you acting so childish about this, Buck?” Hen blocks the exit to the lockers when he groans and tries to leave. “Stop getting so defensive, no one is attacking you… It’s a legitimate question.”

“I really don’t want to do this, Hen…” Buck says. He crosses his arms tightly over his chest and leans back into his locker. Hen gives him that look; she’s not backing down either… they might be here a while. “I told you what I found,” he tries, and her glare intensifies. It’s true, in a last ditch effort to not be painted the bad guy in this Buck told them everything he found—ignored how grimey it made him feel to bring up Tommy’s personal business—and just stood there waiting for them to jump ship. It didn’t happen, of course…

“Buck, all that proves is that you went digging for something to be mad about,” Hen sighs. “Look… I get it, okay? I’ve been there… feeling like you’re doomed to be unhappy in love… and then you find someone who is different. Someone who is good, and honest, and just too perfect to be real. So what do you do? You sit and wait for it to go south… and when it doesn’t you end up sending it there yourself.” Buck shifts his feet, looks at his hands instead of Hen… so maybe she won’t be able to read him like an open book… so maybe she can’t tell he knows she’s right. “Buck, you remember when you asked me what I thought the secret to happiness was?” Buck finally looks at her… “I really thought—I’d hoped you’d finally figured it out…” Then she’s gone, and Buck is left with that to weigh on his mind the rest of the night.

It’s still on his mind when he walks back into the station for his next shift.

Everyone is gathered around the engines, looking up to the second floor; to where Bobby and the captain of the 217 are having a very serious looking conversation. “What’s going on?” Buck asks, about ninety percent certain that conversation is about him. Everyone looks at him, no one says anything.

“Buck,” Bobby calls down, both men now looking at him. “In my office.”

Captain Collier says something to Bobby then turns and starts down the stairs, eyes remaining fixed on Buck until he feels like he might come out of his skin if he doesn’t get away from them. He pushes through the small crowd and goes into Bobby’s office to wait. Bobby barks for everyone to stop being nosey; he sounds pissed… Buck dreads this conversation.

Bobby walks in, shuts the door behind him, and slowly crosses the room to his desk. He sighs as he drops down into the seat, and motions for Buck to do the same in the chair in front of him. “I’m sure you already know what that was about,” Bobby starts, running his hands over his eyes tiredly. Buck nods. “Listen kid, I’m not about to tell you what to do; I can’t demand you go talk to Tommy. I do, however, think you should.”

“Cap I—”

Bobby throws a hand up, and Buck snaps his mouth shut. “Look I don’t know the full story, and it's not my business. I don’t want to play favorites; I’m not here to take sides. If you don’t want to be with Tommy… don’t be with him. I’ll set my opinion on that to the side and let you be a grown up and make your own decision. But Tommy is not the only one who needs closure from this; you do too, Buck.”

“What— what do you mean?”

“You’re letting this drive a wedge between you and your team,” Bobby says. “You have to have each other's backs out there and you are barely speaking to any of them.” Buck goes to say it’s more they aren’t speaking to him, but is met with Bobby’s raised hand again. “I want you to consider talking to him…”

Buck fidgets in the chair. “I doubt he wants to—”

“Buck stop… if Tommy didn’t want to talk to you he wouldn’t be grieving this hard over losing you.”

“He— he’s grieving…” Buck says quietly.

The look Bobby gives him is almost comical; it's so exhaustive. “Have you just been tuning everyone out who’s been trying to tell you that, kid?”

Buck shrugs; he kind of has. “I don’t know why he’s grieving me.”

Bobby groans: “I really didn’t want to get in the middle of this,” he mutters, before pushing himself to his feet and walking around the desk. “You ever think it could have something to do with him loving you? Or maybe that you actually do matter to him.” Bobby sighs. “You know… I was so happy to see you grow up in this relationship, given your history… but it seems like maybe it got a little bit too real— too serious— too grown up. So you turned and started running in the other direction ”

“But— But he—”

“He what, Buck? Didn’t tell you about something from his past.” Bobby crosses his arms and sits on his desk. “Look, kid, just because you have no problem over sharing doesn’t mean everyone can. Sometimes things are too big, they hurt too bad… Did you ever think maybe he was planning on telling you one day? Bottom line is he didn’t owe you that information… and you let it sit and fester until it turned into a problem… and rather than fix it you got mad that people called you out on it.”

“Wh- what about him kissing Sal… he seemed to have moved on pretty—”

“Again… did you even stop to think maybe you had it wrong?” Buck falters; he did think that… he didn’t really dwell on the thought long though. “Chimney said Tommy talked to them after you stormed out. It turns out Sal was in town, so Tommy took off a day earlier than he was going to, to catch up. He confided in Sal about the break up, and Sal suggested going out for drinks… Sal saw you were there, and thought maybe if he gave you a little competition… you would get jealous and take Tommy back.”

Buck is… confused, if not dumbfounded… but mostly confused. “Kind of a bold move,” he says more to himself, but Bobby still laughs.

“Yeah Sal’s good for making some questionable heat of the moment decisions…” Bobby says with a sarcastic laugh. “Kind of reminds me of someone, actually.”

Buck can feel his cheeks heating up. “So— so your saying I should try to fix this?”

“I’m saying you should take a moment and look at this whole situation. Then do what you feel like needs to be done… whatever that may be.” He tells Buck to go home, and to take a couple days to get this figured out; that he wants it resolved and for Buck to have a clear head (and hopefully Tommy will too) when he comes back to work.

Buck reluctantly agrees, and leaves, trying to avoid everyone and their curious judgmental stares as he walks out of the station. He climbs into his Jeep, feeling every bit like the terrible person he’s sure everyone thinks he is—feeling like he definitely deserves to feel like it, too.

~~~

Buck spends most of the morning trying to work up the courage to call Tommy. It’s past noon before he finally manages it. The call goes straight to voicemail. He waits an hour and tries again. Again, straight to voicemail. Buck groans and collapses on his bed. Maybe he should just go over there…

Of course, Tommy’s not home.

Buck contemplates just sending a text for him to call after he gets off… except when he gets back in his Jeep he drives straight to Harbor. He’s met out in the lot by Collier. “Damn, that was quick,” he laughs. “If I’d have known Nash would be able to get you over here that fast I’d have come to him to begin with.”

“Uh… yeah, well…” Buck feels like his face is on fire. “Is— Is Tommy here?”

“Should be back soon,” Collier replies. “He is flying over Angeles Forest; got some calls about a possible fire… a ground crew already checked it out, we’re just following up. You’re more than welcome to wait for him here,” he offers.

Buck should say no, if the glares around the station give any indication how the time will be spent… “Uh, yeah— yeah, sure, that would be… great,” he says instead.

Collier leads him into the station, towards where Lucy and Morris are sitting. The two are watching him and whispering to each other instead of their usual greetings—teasing jokes about how much Tommy talks their ears off about him. “I’ll let him know you’re here,” Collier says, gesturing for Buck to sit on the couch; both firefighters get up and leave the area as he does.

Not even an hour passes before Buck is too antsy, awkward, and annoyed to stay seated.

He goes to Collier’s office, knocks, and pushes the door open. “Hey listen I’m just gonna—”

Like a mirror of Bobby, Collier throws a hand up, silencing Buck. “Are we certain this isn’t a prank call,” he says into the phone, before lifting his walkie to his mouth and panickedly radioing Tommy, only to get no answer. “I understand— it’s just that I recently spoke to him, ma’am.” Buck wonders if Collier told Tommy he was at the station. “I want to be sure they are positive they saw a helicopter go down—” is the last thing Buck hears.

Then he is moving.

Away from Collier’s office, out of the station, across the lot to his Jeep. He doesn’t even put his seat belt on before he is driving in the direction of Angeles Forest.

Buck throws the Jeep into park at the edge of the forest; doesn’t even lock it and slams the door closed behind him. He doesn’t even know what direction to go in. He doesn’t even know if they saw it go down in this forest, or in a forest at all… he just knows he has to find Tommy.

He is running blind, he knows that. The forest is massive and his chances of getting lost are far higher than his chances of actually finding Tommy.

But he has to try.

He runs until he loses track of which way he’s going, or where he’s already been. Until the land is no longer flat that he is running on, and he is leaping over fallen trees and boulders and brush. Until his legs—specifically his bad leg—are burning and aching and ready to give out… but then he just pushes himself to run faster.

And as if by some miracle… he finds the helicopter.

Off a little ways in the distance—just as Buck is almost ready to give up hope… or at least slow down for the sake of his legs—he spots it. Part of the propeller is broken off, the front window is busted out, the tail is snapped in half… and it’s caught between two trees, about thirty feet above the ground. “Oh god…” Buck gasps, faltering his running to take in the sight. The helicopter is tilting and the door has fallen open. “Tommy.”

He is hunched over, seemingly unconscious… possibly worse—Buck can’t let his mind go there, not yet. He has to stay focused because Tommy is literally hanging out of the open door. All that is holding him in is a single strap across his chest.

Buck tries to pick up speed, but his legs are so tired; too tired. He screams at them—at himself—to go, move, run faster. He has to get to Tommy. He has to save him. He has no idea how… but he has to.

“I— I’m coming!” He calls out to him, doubtful that it’s heard; between the noises all around them, and the fact that Tommy doesn’t appear to be alert, Buck is sure he doesn’t hear—

Tommy moves.

He groans.

“T- Tommy,” Buck gasps, barely above a whisper. He thinks there’s no way he is heard that time but still Tommy’s head lifts, his eyes instantly meet with Buck’s. His face is covered in blood and so swollen that one eye is completely closed; and yet he smiles. He looks directly at Buck and even from the distance Buck still is away from him, he can see the wave of relief that seems to wash over Tommy. Like just seeing Buck has made what is an incredibly dire situation into a simple walk in the park.

He shifts his body, and the helicopter creaks. The limit that the tension being put on the belt can take is being tested. “T- Tommy! Tommy, don't move!” Buck screams; reality rushing back to him as he tries again to somehow get more momentum into his now limping feet so he gets there faster.

“E- Evan…” Tommy calls out to him, and Buck suddenly loves his name. He swears he will call and thank his parents for giving him that name and even allow them to use it again. If he can just reach the trees and get Tommy out safe.

Buck mentally pleads with his legs to move faster. He has no idea what he’s going to do; he will climb up to him if he has to, crawl across the wrecked helicopter and then carry Tommy down on his back… if that’s what it takes. He doesn’t care. He will do anything.

He’s so close.

There’s another creak.

A snap.

The belt suddenly goes slack.

It no longer matters how fast Buck runs… there is nothing he can do. Tommy falls from the helicopter—his hands frantically reaching around, trying to grab something to stop it—and he collides with the ground just as Buck reaches him.

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ryuryuryuyurboat · 2 years ago

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perfect places

synopsis: pizza run at 3am because what better than hot food when it's pouring outside?

genre: fluff. just a wholesome moment. modern au

characters: childe x gn! reader

warnings: established relationship, use of pet names (twice), usage of childe's real name, reader is referred to in 3rd person, raw unedited piece written in 1 minute because i felt silly

a/n: tumblr debut how we doin!! finally posting mwah<3 (if i ever regret this i can say i did this on a whim) likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

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“hey. hey. hey. baby. babe. y/n. Y/N.” childe poked their side. y/n stirred slightly, before opening one eye sleepily.

“shut up, childe. it’s literally 3 in the morning.”

“it’s actually 2:23, to be precise.”

“even worse. go back to sleep.”

“but i can’t.”

“and why the hell not?”

“dunno.” he shrugged, still nudging their side.

y/n groaned, pushing themself into a sitting position on the bed. “okay, okay, fine, i’m up. now what?”

“what d’you say to a drive around the neighbourhood in that new car?” childe grinned at them, immediately receiving a slap upside his head and a string of curses towards his name.

“no, ajax. it’s literally 2 in the morning, it’s pouring outside, and we have an early day tomorrow—or today, whatever you call this ungodly time. and the car is new. i’m not destroying it so soon.”

“boo. i thought you enjoyed driving ‘round the neighbourhood at night.” he pouted.

"not in the middle of the night!"

"pretty please?"

"...only if we can get hot food."

"so that's a yes?" his eyes had long lost their shine– and yet in this instance they seemed to sparkle so brightly.

“you really don’t know when to stop, do you?” the only reply y/n received was a little laugh and a light slap on their thigh as childe slid off the bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom to get ready.

“hey, in my defence, you never said to stop!”

“you suck.” y/n shook their head, their actions contradicting their words as a small smile made its way onto their face.

“aww, love you too!”

and so they ended up here — sharing a bite-sized serving of pizza in a small bistro after an hour (or two) of driving around aimlessly, debating on useless controversial issues like whether pineapples truly belonged on pizza.

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sitron-sunni · 1 year ago

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I watched the new episode of 9-1-1

a personal essay on queerbaiting (sorta)

I watched the new episode of 9-1-1, and immediately burst into tears as the credits started rolling.

Then I rewound the last six minutes, and watched the scene again, pausing to rewind the kiss. Again. And again. And again.

We got a kiss. I didn’t know we were getting a kiss. I sorta knew we were getting bi Buck, but I didn’t know we were getting a kiss. After last week’s episode, a lot of people were 100% convinced we were getting bi Buck. I saw their reactions before I watched that episode, too, and I was so confused once I finished it. Had we seen the same episode? That guy, Tommy, Buck’s so-called bisexual awakening-guy, was barely in there. He had about two memorable lines, and then he was in the background of a different shot, where he received a job-well-done slap on the shoulder from Buckley. That last one��s the one people were focusing on online. Look at the way this is framed, look at how he’s positioned, between Buck and Eddie. This is foreshadowing how he’s gonna get between them. Buck and Tommy is gonna be the gateway into buddie. They’re actually gonna do buddie, why else would they introduce a relationship between Buck and Tommy?

Reader, I’ll keep it straight with you. I did not believe them. After a while I gathered a lot of people already knew the name of the next episode; Buck, Bothered and Bewildered. They’d seen some stills, they knew there would be conflict and jealousy within that trio. They were putting it all together with comments and hints dropped by the actors. All those things added up, and it did paint a far more convincing picture. And I thought it was fun! I reblogged a few posts about it, I think, or at least I liked some. But the fact remains: I did not believe them. I thought, oh, imagine how cool it would be if they actually went there. I thought, yeah, realistically it would make sense to bring in a third person if they were actually gonna do it. That way they could test the waters, gauge audience response, and it could work as a catalyst for the relationship after so long. But mostly I thought Okay, so they’re gonna bring in Buck’s fear of not being enough for the people he loves again, this time through his friendship with Eddie, and we’re gonna get some sort of final resolution for that. Like, a big moment of catharsis. Or something along those lines, anyway. It just seemed to me like the most realistic thing that could happen. I mean, the idea of canon buddie was nice, of course it was! The queerbait is why I started watching the show in the first place: I wanted a good queerbait! But ultimately, a ship like that going canon was completely unrealistic. I speak from experience, after all.

Maybe it would’ve been different if I was younger. I remember being in fandoms when I was a teen. I remember reading theories, watching youtube-videos with “proof” that this or that was real, that it was gonna go canon. I remember getting my hopes up, thinking Oh my god what if they’re actually gonna do it!? for shows and pairings that, in hindsight, were completely unrealistic. Maybe that’s why I, even with fairly good evidence in front of me, didn’t actually get my hopes up this time. Because why be that stupid? Why invest emotionally like that? Why not just enjoy what we actually had instead, and then get anything extra from fanworks? Haven’t we learned by now?

I woke up this morning and opened tumblr, and I read half a sentence about how we actually have bisexual Buck confirmed canon now, before I quickly closed the app to avoid too detailed spoilers. Oh my god they were right! I can’t wait to watch the episode, I thought happily, and went on with my day. I opened the app again a few hours later, and scrolled for a few minutes, until I saw a brief glimpse of one, maybe one and a half gifs. Bucks face, Tommy’s face. Warm orange-y yellow lighting, Buck’s loft, you still owe me a beer. Close the app, move on. There were other posts throughout the day, more glimpses, all along the same lines as the first one. The last one came late in the evening, this time on twitter. Just the word in all caps; ANNOUNCEMENT, and then Bucks face and a bisexual pride flag.

And then finally, finally, after I’d brushed my teeth and gotten into bed, I was alone with my laptop, and I could watch the episode. The hype had built up, I was so excited to finally watch it. I was internally vibrating just a little bit. I was giggly, I was grinning widely, I was making comments to myself out loud, and laughing. I said oh my god, they’re really laying it on thick. I remember watching that scene for the first time and thinking how Tommy really looked so nervous at some points. That last one I found interesting. I really liked the actor’s portrayal; His facial expressions were quite subtle, and I thought he captured that nervous feeling so well. Maybe I took such notice of it because, well, I wasn’t quite expecting it.

I wasn’t expecting nervousness in an interaction between Buck and Tommy, because I still wasn’t actually expecting anything. At least I don’t think I was. Even with everything I’d seen online. Even as I was watching the show, I convinced myself. Those words, you still owe me a beer, they’ve misinterpreted them. They think it’s an invitation to a date because Buck’s jealousy in this episode is making it more plausible than ever before. Sure, the show’s leaning into it this time, but they’re gonna pull the rug out next episode. No, of course it wasn’t an invite to a date, what show were you watching, are you delusional? It’s just gonna be one week of people speculating and theorizing and building it up, and then the show’s gonna resolve it with some no-homo followed by a nice new buddie moment. The buzz will die down, and things will go back to normal.

And then the kiss happened. And then I burst into tears.

And now I think, oh my god isn’t it wild that they’re introducing a new romantic relationship for one of the main characters, and for the entire lead-up to the relationship, both Buck and Tommy are entirely focused on Eddie? Like, they’re just making everything about a third person! Imagine if they did this for anybody else! and, oh my god Tommy’s gonna break up with Buck because Buck’s basically already dating Eddie or something, isn’t he? and, oh my god it’s gonna be glorious! and, oh my god I can’t wait!

And I’m also thinking, I was wrong, and you were right. And I’m so happy I could cry.

TL;DR: If you and I share sterek, or destiel, or god knows what other similarly-shaped trauma, 9-1-1 might heal ya.

#911 abc #911 spoilers #buddie #bucktommy #911 meta #Look it's 3:45 in the morning and english isn't my first language #so this might just be a big pile of nothing #but i just had to get it down because i felt it so deeply #(also just for the record- i don't think 911 or buddie has ever ACTUALLY been queerbait #that was just my assumption before i started watching the show)#anyways.#happy bisexual buck day to all those who celebrate #goodnight<3

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enid-rhees · 1 year ago

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good girl || elisia brown x fem!reader

summary: Elisia takes her frustrations out on you

warnings: fingering, strap-on use, oral, face riding (both receiving) MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

a/n: this is a request by the amazing @elisiassideb1tch 🫶🏻💙 unfortunately Tumblr decided to not let me work on your actual request, but i still wanted to write this :) hope you enjoy, and ily 🫶🏻 (screenshots of your req will be at the end of the story)

ever since morning when you picked Elisia up for school, she had been in a bit of a mood. you didn’t try to pressure her into talking about it, you just let her sit in silence in your car while your hand softly held her thigh while the other hand held the steering wheel.

you had different classes in the morning, so you left her with a quick kiss until you were able to see her again. she hadn’t texted you during any of your first few classes, which was unusual. Elisia would always text you about how annoying her teacher was or some meme she found while not paying attention to her class.

before lunch time, you headed to your locker to grab a bag of chips you had bought. before you could unhook your lock from the locker, your arm was roughly gripped. “wha- Elisia?! what are you doing?” she didn’t answer and began to drag you towards the bathroom. she brought you into a stall and pushed you against the wall.

a gasp escaped your lips but she quickly connected her lips to yours. her hands began to wander all over your body, and then they stopped at your jeans and began to unbutton them. you managed to briefly pull away from her lips, “what’s gotten into you?! we’re at school!” you hissed out.

“be quiet.” she deadpanned, finally pulling apart each button on your jeans and reaching her hand in. you gasped when she pushed your panties aside and her fingers immediately started to toy with your clit. you held yourself up by holding onto Elisia’s shoulders, quiet cries leaving your lips.

she pressed her lips to yours again to completely shut you up, moving her fingers down to your already wet entrance. “ready?” Elisia whispered against your lips, and you whimpered in response.

Elisia then pushed two fingers in and kissed you before you could moan. your eyes fluttered shut as your knees went weak. Elisia’s other hand held you waist to keep you up against the wall. her fingers were relentless inside of you and you were struggling to keep quiet.

“fuck.” Elisia whispered, speeding up her movements. you cried out against her lips, “you feel so good, sweetheart.” her words went straight to your core, and it was killing you that you had to be quiet. your throat ached keeping them inside.

footsteps suddenly could be heard and Elisia slapped her hand over your mouth but didn’t stop moving her fingers. the bathroom door opened and both of you froze, and Elisia slowed down her pace, but still didn’t stop. you could feel your orgasm approaching quickly. you tapped her shoulder twice to let her know.

a devilish smirk came across her lips and she resumed her fast pace, causing you to jump in place. the sink turned on briefly, but then the person turned it off and left. Elisia continued to fuck you with her fingers and you cried out against her hand when your orgasm hit you. your legs shook as she rode out your orgasm, pulling her hand out and licking her fingers clean. you breathed heavily as Elisia buttoned your jeans back up for you.

“you’re insane, do you know that?” you asked breathlessly. Elisia still looked just as upset as she did earlier. “i need you.” she practically growled against your lips. you’ve never seen her like this before. “drive us back to my place.”

you couldn’t say no to her, but you couldn’t drive after what she did to you. you pulled your keys out of your bag and handed them to her. Elisia took your hand and dragged you out of the bathroom, towards the nearest exit. your core still ached for her, and you had no idea what she was going to do to you once you got home.

Elisia kept a hand on your thigh the entire ride home, squeezing and kneading the skin every few minutes. you could feel your panties getting wetter by the second. she pulled into the lot of her apartment complex and both of you got out of your car and Elisia took your hand again. luckily, Jake’s truck wasn’t here, which meant he was at work.

when you got inside, Elisia yet again pushed you against the door and connected your lips. you moaned into her mouth and tangled your fingers in her hair. Elisia wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you away from the door and began to take you upstairs, towards her bedroom.

she closed and locked the door when you got in and pushed you down onto her bed. you were already out of breath and Elisia began to tear off your clothes one by one. her lips attached to your neck as she began to leave small marks around your neck and collarbone. whimpers were pulled from your lips at the sensation and you gripped her back from under her shirt, your nails lightly scratching down.

Elisia pulled away and you took the advantage to pull her shirt and bra off. you reached your hand up and grasped one of her breasts, squeezing her nipple between your fingers. Elisia gasped and started to grind her hips into yours.

she pulled your hand away and briefly lifted herself off of you. she reached under her bed and grabbed a box, taking something out and then putting the box back under her bed. you squeezed your thighs together when you saw what she was holding — her strap.

you and Elisia bought that a few weeks ago, and neither of you could get enough of it. Elisia had you in all different types of positions with it, each one almost better than the last. just the sight of it made you wetter. Elisia wrapped the strap around her lower hips and spread your legs wide open. she slowly slid the silicone cock up and down your soaking folds. you couldn’t help but cry out — you could do that now that you weren’t at school and Jake wasn’t home.

Elisia hovered over you and wrapped your legs around her waist, the tip of the cock poking your entrance. another loud whine left your lips. “please, Els.” you whined, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her head down closer to yours. her lips were only millimeters away from yours.

she stared into your eyes, hers were still filled with slight anger, while yours were filled with desperation for her. a scream then left your lips when Elisia roughly thrusted into you with no warning. you held onto her as she began to pick up her pace, your fingers scratching down her back. she thrusted in and out of you relentlessly, reveling in your moans. they were music to Elisia’s ears.

the headboard of her bed constantly hit the wall behind you, indicating how hard Elisia was thrusting into you. her pace was relentless, but you didn’t want it any other way. from the position you were in, your full body was on display for Elisia. your breasts bounced right in front of her face, and it turned Elisia on to no end. your nipples were so hard, aching to be touched, sucked on.

your head was thrown back on the pillow and your eyes were rolled to the back of your head with beautiful sounds leaving your lips, Elisia couldn’t get enough of it. it was the most beautiful sight to her. she couldn’t believe she was the one who got to have you like this nearly every night.

you guys have never ditched school to have sex like this, but Elisia has decided that this is something you need to do more often. when no one is home and you can be as loud as you want for her.

Elisia gripped each side of your waist and pounded harder into you, fucking her frustrations out. all you could do was cry out in utter pleasure. Elisa’s strap was definitely your favorite thing in the world. she knew how to fuck you so well with it.

“oh, Els! i’m- i’m gonna cum. please… let me cum.” you cried out, and Elisia managed to thrust into you even faster. “come on, my good girl. cum for me.” Elisia whispered, and that’s what sent you over the edge. a long, loud moan was pulled from your lips as Elisia fucked you through your orgasm. her strap was covered in your juices, a ring of it forming around the base of it.

Elisia pulled out of you, gently rubbing her soaked cock against your clit. you jumped at the slight overstimulation. she unwrapped the strap from around her waist and pulled you into her arms, kissing down your damp neck as you came down from your orgasm.

“can you take one more for me, sweetheart? can i taste you?” Elisia asked sweetly, sucking a mark into your neck. you gasped, “yes. please.” she let you go and spread your legs once more, getting on her stomach in front of your soaking hole. Elisia was practically drooling at the sight.

she wrapped her arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to her mouth, hanging your legs over her shoulders. Elisia flattened her tongue right against you, and you squeezed your legs around her head as a moan left your lips. her tongue toyed with your clit before she finally inserted her tongue into you. “oh my god.” you moaned out, gripping the bedsheets beneath you.

Elisia knew just to pleasure you, she was an expert at it. she knew all the right places to make you go insane. her tongue licked every crevice inside of you, not missing a single spot. your head was spinning with pleasure, you couldn’t focus on anything but her,

the cold metal of Elisia’s nose ring nudged your puffy clit, causing you to cry out again. you started to slowly rut into her face, and it only made Elisia hold your thighs tighter as her tongue repeatedly fucked into you. she lapped up every last bit of your juices, some of it dripping down her chin. she was eating you out like she hasn’t eaten in days.

so close to your last, you already felt your orgasm approaching once more. one hand left the bedsheets and gripped Elisia’s wavy hair. she moaned into you, and the vibration brought you closer and closer. “i’m close, Els. i’m so close.” you cried out, throwing your head back against the pillow.

Elisia shook her head right to left slightly, her tongue going crazy inside of you. your body couldn’t take it and you screamed out as orgasm washed over you. Elisia pulled her tongue out of you, kissing your clit as you came down from your second orgasm. Elisia was soaking wet, turned on by the way you were moaning for her for the last half hour.

you laid flat on your back on Elisia’s bed, hand over your chest as you caught your breath. Elisia crawled over you slowly, leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly. “it’s your turn to make me feel good, pretty girl.” she hummed. you smiled, and Elisia began to hover over your face. she sunk down, and you happily thrusted your tongue inside of her. Elisia moaned, gripping onto the headboard for support while you held her thighs tightly.

you’ve never heard such pretty sounds come from Elisia, you didn’t want this to end. you wanted to keep hearing Elisia moan for you like this. Elisia started to grind her hips against your mouth, and started to lightly bounce on your tongue. the pleasure was overwhelming, but so addicting to Elisia. one of her hands let go of the headboard and instead grabbed a fistful of your hair.

“mhm, i love you- oh god, Y/N. you’re such a good girl for me, making me feel so good.” Elisia moaned out. you hummed into her in response, sending vibrations up her body. Elisia let out a long, loud moan at that and continued to move back and forth on your tongue. “so… so good to me. my good girl.”

Elisia felt the pressure building up inside of her, and her movements against your tongue started to falter. “i’m close, sweet girl.” she whined, and you couldn’t help but dig your tongue deeper into her somehow. Elisia cried out as she came on your face. you happily licked up every last drop of her, licking your lips and moaning at the taste.

Elisia fell beside you, breathing heavily. it was your turn to crawl over her, leaving sloppy kisses down her neck and down the valley of her breasts. you took one in your hands and sucked on the other, and Elisia moaned quietly. “did i do good?” you asked when you pulled away, your lust filled eyes staring into hers.

“you did so good for me, sweetheart. come here.” she whispered, and you fit yourself into her arms. “why were you so frustrated today, honey?” you asked softly, pressing a kiss to her sweaty neck.

“from the moment i woke up, i needed you so bad. but i knew i had to wait until later, but i needed you. needed to hear you moan for me, and fuck you into my mattress when no one was around so i could hear your pretty sounds.”

you giggled, “you’re always so needy for me.” you told her, quickly kissing her lips. Elisia giggled as well, “how can i not be? when i have the hottest girl i’ve ever seen? i could do this to you every night if i could.” your stomach did flips at that.

“i’m not stopping you.” you hummed, kissing her once more. she did the same against your lips, holding onto your waist. “later, baby. i just want to hold you for now.” you nodded and tucked your head into her neck, closing your eyes in relaxation. you felt Elisia press a kiss to your head and lay her head on yours.

and here’s the request <3

#divider creds : cafekitsune #elisia brown #elisia brown x fem!reader #elisia brown x reader #t@gged #t@gged x reader #t@gged x fem!reader

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daddyjs-brat · 2 years ago

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Compiled a list of questioned & am answering them to the best of my ability 😇

Answers in pink 💗

Doesn't Apply in red ❣️

1. When was the last time you masturbated

30 minutes ago

2. Do you enjoy being fingered/fingering

Yes!

3. How do you feel about food during sex

Depends on what food & how its being used

4. What do you do directly after sex

Unsure, but depending on the time, i'd probably sleep

5. Cuddle with the tip in

10000%

6. What’s the nastiest sexual thing you’ve done

As of right now, I'd say masturbating (legs spread open on the dash)in my college parking lot

7. Name a follower you would fuck

I'm not going to name names, but you know who you are. Send me the message

8. Name a follower you have fucked.

None... yet

9. What’s the sexiest part of your body

I'd say my ass (especially with handprints on it)

10. FuckMarryKill: DJ Khalid, Rick Ross, Fat Joe

F- Rick Ross M- DJ Khalid K- Fat Joe

11. Would you ever be with a trans person

I think it depends, I wouldn't say yes or no solely because they're trans

12. Riding dick or doggy style

I'd say doggy, especially because I can have my hair pulled, hands pulled behind my back & I can have my ass slapped harder than when I'm riding a dick.

13. Ever fucked in a school

Nope, well... I've fucked myself in my car. That's it

14. Most random place youve had sex

Nowhere right now

15. Would you join the mile high club

Absolutely I would!

16. What are 3 of your "hawt" spots

Tits, throat/back of neck & pussy

17. Fuck on the first date

Maybe not the 1st time meeting, but the 1st date would be okay

18. Would you suck dick

ABSOLUTELY!!! 😝

19. Would you eat ass

I would try it, but am unsure

20. Would you eat pussy

Yes & I've done it before 😍😍

21. Kissing, Y or N?

Fuck yes, even better if it's needy & rough

22. Is farting during sex a turn off

I have no idea. Maybe if it was in my face. Otherwise, I don't think that it's a prooblem

23. Sex in the shower, Y or N

Definitely 💦

24. When virginity lost

Not yet 🫣

25. Do you prefer sex in the morning, afternoon, or night?

I would love getting fucked 1st thing in the morning or... maybe during the middle of lunch.. but there's also after our day stress fuck. Maybe all of the above

26. Drunk sex

Sure, maybe with consent 1st. Bit I am a huge fan of intox & would love it.

27. High sex

I've never been high, but would try it

28. FuckMarryKill: Nicki Minaj; Cardi B; Kash Doll

F- Kash Doll M- Nicki Minaj K-Cardi B

29. First kiss

Sophomore year of high school with my bf at the time

30. How did you meet the person you lost your virginity to?

Haven't yet

31. Faked an orgasm

Nope

32. Painted/ been painted on

Yes & written on

33. Sex toys, Y or N

Absolutely, they are tools to be used, not an enemy.

34. Favorite position

Tied up/ tied down or hands behind my back getting pounded into the mattress or ground.

35. Bed, couch or floor

Edge of the bed or over couch arm

36. Car sex, Y or N

If we'd fit sure. Or we could fuck with the door open and you railing me into the seats off the side of the road.

37. Whyd you get horny

For just about any reason. Typically because I opened tumblr or was reading smut

38. FuckMarryKill: Trey Songz, Chris Brown, August Alsina.

F- Chris Brown M- August Alsina K- Trey Songz

39. Describe crush

I don't have one rn

40. Would you ever be with someone with an incurable STD?

I would say no..

41. Rate head game

7/10 - there's room for improvement for sure

42. Rate your sex

Rn, 0/10

43. Would you date outside of your race

Yeah

44. Type of freak you are

Bratty, CNC, Hypno, Dirty, Cum guzzling slut

45. Ever tasted your own cum

Well, I've tasted my juices & self, I've not cum before.

46. Golden showers

Yes

47. Body count

0, zero, nada, none

48. Nipple play

Yes!!

49. Where do you like to be nutted on

Preferably in, but if anywhere my face or tits

50. Topping or bottoming

Bottoming, for sure

51. Whats too small

My sex life

52. Is fighting foreplay

Fuck yes

53. Angry sex

Hell yes!

54. Quickie length

Before someone notices

55. Too long during sex

Never, I love overstim

56. Too long to go without

I can't answer that in good health

57. Is no relevant in a relationship

Yes & no, it depends on the question it's in response to..

58. NSA sex real or no

Real AF

59. Sex in a public bathroom

Yeah, sounds like it could be an experience

60. Sex in a changing room

Yeah, just cum in me. Don't leave anything for employees to clean up.

61. Last person ive fucked

🫣 I havent

62. My type

I honestly don't know.

63. 3 turn ons

Tattoos, Filthy Dirty Nasty Naughty talk, & Teasing

64. 3 turn offs

Gore, Feet & Permanent Harm

65. What makes you stop in the middle of sex

I'm not sure

66. Answer a phone during sex

I would, and I'd try to act normal

67. Would you pay for sex

Maybe, probably not though

69. How i felt after sex

... 👀

70. Like your body

I do, I've been trying to lose weight, but otherwise absolutely.

71. Send nudes

Only when deserved... not often

72. Cheated on someone

Absolutely not

73. Cheated on

I have been

74. 3some

PRETTY PLEASE 🙏

75. 4some

PRETTY PLEASE 🙏

76. Orgy

PRETTY PLEASE 🙏

77. Run train on me

PRETTY PLEASE 🙏

78. How often do i masterbate

At least once a day, mostly before bed while scrolling

79. Lights on or off

Lights on

80. Music or TV

Music

81. Cousin you'd fuck

Nope.. hate that

82. Last relationship

During covid, she didn't want to come out & wanted to keep our "friendship" hidden.

83. Sleep naked

Hell yeah, how else is some stalker/stranger supposed to know I want it when im asleep

84. Commando

I have to wear pants a lot, so no.

85. Nipples pierced

I wouldn't want to, but I love sucking on a pierced titty

86. Dive in or converse first

Depends on the person, but I'm more of an action person

87. First move once naked

Drop to my knees..

88. Would you make the first move

I would, but only when I'm super horny.. which is very very often.

89. Have you ever had sex with more than one person in a day

I would like to, maybe at the same time

90. Do you like dryhumping

Yes, I love it

91. Can you twerk or do a split on a dick

I haven't tried the splits on a dick and I haven't tried twerking in about 2 years. Idk if it's any good

92. Would you ever record yourself during sex

I would love to, I think it would be great & even more fun to do masturbate to while he/she degrades me for it.

93. Would you watch porn during sex

Not yet, but would love to

94. After fucking, do you try becoming friends with a one night stand

Probably not, just stay fuck buddies.

95. What’s your kink

There are so many... they're all over my page

96. Would you hook up with the same hook-up again?

Yeah, unless it absolutely sucked...

97. Ever made a relationship from a one night stand?

Nope

98. How romantic are you during sex?

It depends on who with, I honestly don't know

99. Describe your sex in 5 words or less.

Sad, non-existent, cry worthy, boring

#all me #anymore questions #use me however you want #r@petoy #ask if you're curious #rough cnc

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not-hope12 · 3 months ago

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Yandere Bakugou x Black Fem! Reader

Hey ya'll this is my first EVER fanfiction on tumblr...soo it may be a bit wonky

Ps. CHECK OUT MY WATTPAD STORY 'IT'S ALL ABOUT LOVIN' OR LIVIN' :BhaddieHopes

Name: Y/n Bennet

Age: 15

Ethnicity: Blasian (African + Japanese)

Quirk: Avatar

•->can use all 4 elements, with its side bending.

• -> side effects: headaches, passing out and stomach pain.

Name: Kastuki Bakugou

Age: 16

Ethnicity: Japanese

Quirk: Explosion

• -> allows him to make explosions from his hands by detonating the nitroglycerin-like substance he sweats.

• ->Side effects: Stressed; sweat glands and Aching forearms

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Y/n pov*

*BANG* *BANG* "Y/N OPEN THIS DOOR, YOU FUCKING IDIOT...I SWEAR, IF YOU'RE LATE TO THIS FUCKING UA THING, I DON'T GOT TIME HAVING TO WAKE UP YOUR LAZY ASS FOR SCHOOL, I GOTTA MAKE A DROP OFF-" I open the door, staring at the ground. staring at him, means wanting to get beat again. "Morning Asahi...where's dad?" I ask, normally he's the one to wake me up.

For context, I live with my dad Haruto, and older brother Asahi. They don't really like me that much, well far from it actually. I mean, they must really hate me if they gotta abuse me almost every fucking day.

"Why, lemme guess want another round huh" Asahi says, looking at me with a lustful gaze...ew. "What the fuck, no why would you-" *Slap* "Don't you swear at me you little bitch, be grateful we even let you stay here. Now strip, I need something to fuck." Asahi said, taking of his pajama pants "W-what please don't...not today.." What? you thought this was the first time he well they've done this to me?

Suddenly, Asahi pushed me against my bed while quickly taking of my night dress and before I knew it, I was almost late to my first day of highschool and already had to do my laundry.

time skip*

I walk through the corridors of UA, people staring at me from all over. 'Woah who's that' 'She's so pretty..' Words. About me. I look down on the floor, to scared to make eye contact with anyone. When suddenly -*thump*- I knocked into someone. It's Katsuki Bakugou. He was quite famous last year for winning the UA sport festival, he's in 2A now, and still the strongest in the game. "U-uh sorry...I didn't see you ther-" "WATCH IT YOU FUCKING EXTRA, I SWEAR-" I was suddenly met with silence as me and Bakugou make eye contact, he stares at me with a shocked expression when suddenly a pink girl, probably Mina Ashido, helped me up from the ground. "Sorry about him, he has quite the temper..." She said side-eyeing Bakugou, as she looks back at me with a big smile "I'm Ashido Mina, but it's cool for you to call me Mina!" She said as she then looked back at her friends. "This is Kirishima, Denki, Sero, and Jirou!" I don't say anything as I just stare at them with a blank expression on my face. "U-uh hello" I say, my voice just above a whisper. "Hey man, sorry about my buddy Bakugou here! You seem pretty chill!" The man that Mina introduced to me as Kirishima. "It's okay-" "Whatever loser, I'm not gonna waste my time with all you extras" Bakugou storms of, as he walks to the 2A classroom..

Later, I soon walk inside the classroom to everyone seated already. Crap.. Aizawa then walks from his desk to stand next to me. "This is Y/N Bennet, she was supposed to be in 1A, but she had quite good marks so they decided to put her in 2A, Y/n introduce yourself and your quirk" Fuck... I cannot do speaking in crowds.. "Uh...I'm Y/n-" "WE KNOW!" Bakugou interrupted me again.. before getting a hit on the head by Mina. "A-and my quirk is Avatar, I can basically control the 4 elements plus it's sub quirks l-like, lightning, flight, bloodbending, healing, lava- uh yea..." I say not expecting the gasps from the classroom "How the heck can someone have so many quirks..." Mumbles filled the classroom, as I finished explaining my quirk to them. "Okay class settle down, uh Y/n you can take a seat there next to Bakugou" Bakugou groans in annoyance as I go take my seat next to him.

Time skip*

It was lunch time, and the first place I went was the rooftop where it's nice and silent- *thump* I bumped into someone again...just my luck- "YOU FUCKING EXTRA- oh, It's you" Bakugou suddenly stopped yelling at me, as he swiftly grabbed my hand and sat me down at the bench by the huge sakura tree. He stared at me for quite some time, "Uh do you need-" "Oi, you wouldn't be Asahi's younger sister right" what.the.fuck. "H-how do you know my older brother..?" Bakugou looked at me with a shocked look before he continued speaking. "Uh, he sold me and the others weed a couple times...he's pretty chill, but once I heard him speak with a couple of his guys about his younger sister, and how he'd fuck her and shit. It was pretty fucked up, then he showed a couple of us a video and well shit it was clearly you..." What, no.no.no. Asahi did not do that...there's no way "W-what.." "Yea, I mean I don't know if I should've told you or anything but-" "OMG! BAKUGOUS TALKING WITH Y/N" We quickly turned, Denki, he gasps sarcastically walking up to us. Followed by Mina, Kirishima, Jirou and Sero. "U-uh I have to go" I say quickly as I quickly walk away and into the bathroom. "Wait-" Before he could speak I rushed of already as I didn't even give the rest of the group a glance. I went to the girls bathroom as I tried by best to control my breathing but before I knew it I was already having a panic attack.

Time skip*

I slowly walk inside my house, stumbling across empty beer bottles. I try to close the door silently, not to wake my dad up from his loud snores. But it was too late, his snores stopped and all I could hear was his loud footsteps coming down the stairs. As soon as we locked eyes, he stormed towards me not giving me a second to react, as he snatches me by my neck choking me slightly "Y/n, why the fuck do you thinks it's okay to be coming home at this time," huh?" "Dad, y-you're hurting me" "I. don't. give. two. shits. Fucking answer me, before I have to punish you. Again." "U-uh...d-dadd, I can't breath" He suddenly flings me across the floor, as he walks to get a new bottle of beer, he quickly finishes it before flinging it across my head, the glass shattereing, causing some cuts to form on my cheeks blood slowly falling out. I don't say anything as he grabs me by my afro, dragging me to the basement. He throws me onto the spare bed and unbuckles his belt. "Dad...p-please, I-i was at school pleasee-" My screams and cries are put to a halt as I feel the sting of the buckle against my body, cuts forming on my already bruised body. "AAAH STOP S-STOP YOU'RE HURTING ME!" My dad groaned in annoyance as he dropped his belt and went out the basement, and back to his bed. I stayed there on the bed, the silence over whelming me.

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evanox · 3 years ago

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Hi hi hi :D

I saw you were taking requests so I have an au request thingy. Imagine the one au of the M3 as baristas with an mc from Astraea, except mc just fucking faceplants into the coffee shop during the closing shift and everyone loses their shit-

Also hcs for barista Felix falling for astraean mc ahajsksksjsmsms that is all okay thank you-

hii tysm for the request!! no I definitely didn't have to binge @/morgandrinkscoffee for Research /s,, also omg you've reminded me of Ciel's drawing of the M3 as baristas,, man I'm gonna miss Ciel's LL art,, also

you see I kind of forgot the Astraean MC bit and already committed to General Barista HCs so now you're getting both General Barista HCs and the M3 with Astraean MC and Felix falls in love with them, except the latter is gonna have to be on another post bc it got so long tumblr won't let me edit it normally anymore :)) i'll make sure to tag you once that's up!

m.list

Felix

Felix had to find a new job to stay afloat after practically disowning his dad. Scylla still tries to help with a lot of his finances, but Felix hates relying too much on her, so here is, working the coffee machine at a bookstore coffee shop. Yes, it is a humbling experience.

The manager had to tell him off several times about his sharp tongue; Felix wasn't exactly subtle when a customer pissed him off. His coworkers, however, enjoyed living vicariously through him. It was cathartic watching Felix come up with creative ways to roast (haha) rude customers, and it was fun while it lasted. Now he just wears his customer smile through the pain, except it's more of an unnerving "I can't stop thinking about all the ways I could poison you" smirk.

Loathes the morning shift with every fiber of his being; loves the night shift, especially if he's alone. You know he's busting a few moves with that broom while blasting his playlist that's just too hit or miss for everyone to be used while the cafe is open.

Throws far too many tirades about how tea is far superior to coffee.

"Why do you work at a cafe then?"

"Mind your business."

Oh, the scandalized look on his face when someone suggests he try out coffee so he can 'look a little more cheerful on the morning shift'...

Felix always brings a book along to get him through slow shifts. He tried to be subtle about the more risque ones, but he'd been caught by his coworkers so many times that Felix doesn't bother hiding it from them anymore.

Come to the counter carrying a book that Felix likes (or absolutely loathes), and he will look like someone breathed life back into his corpse. It's very rare that he'd engage in small talk with customers—let alone initiate it—but he'll ask how far into the book have you read, what are your thoughts so far, and offer some of his own opinions if you seem to be enjoying the conversation.

His handwriting is usually incomprehensible because he writes in cursive and his hand is too fast so it just looks like a messy string of loops. You know Felix has a crush when he takes his sweet time drawing out those pretty loops into your name and making it look fancier than a Victorian man's love letter.

And yes, he'll go out of his way to walk the order to you.

Can't help but stare as you sip on your drink, so he brings his leather-bound writing journal along to seem more subtle as he looks between you and the pages. When inspiration strikes he might jot down a few verses of poetry about the threads of your hair turned golden by the sun or the mesmerizing rhythm of your finger as you tap it against your lovely lips when deep in thought, and if you have brown eyes he might even throw in a coffee-related simile. Then he feels very embarrassed and slaps the journal shut before any of his coworkers could get a peek.

How does he flirt, you ask? By reading the same books you pick up, of course; what better way to know someone? And it'll give him an excuse to strike up a conversation the next time you come for a drink.

Anisa

Anisa working in a cat cafe? Anisa working in a cat cafe.

When no one's watching she'll try to coo at the cats and coax them into her lap. Why does she feel the need to hide when trying to get the cats to play? Because Anisa doesn't want anyone witnessing the myriad of rejections she has to face from the cats.

Yes she cries a little when one of them gets adopted, both tears of joy and sadness—she's gonna miss them so much. You know she memorized all their names.

Anisa has always had the best work ethic and gives her job her all, but it helps a lot that she really likes the cafe; it has the added bonus of cats and a mostly laid-back clientele who just want to see some cute fluffy babies. This place also happens to be a hot spot for first dates and Anisa always gazes at the new couples with yearning; she can't wait for the day she gets to come here as a customer herself with someone she loves.

So yes, she might be the most put-together out of the three LI's, but Anisa definitely has her unhinged moments, like spending concerning amounts of time staring at the coffee beans in the grinder and fighting the urge to grab a handful just to eat it. She won't do it, but God, that texture must be immaculate. Has she ever thought about trying out the cats' food while shoveling some into their bowls? Maybe once or twice, not that anyone needs to know.

Also she's the worst when it comes to being a chronic ice-kicker.

You can always trust her with choosing the playlist and setting the vibe for the day. Anisa loves the opening shift for that sole reason, and also because she hates the closing shift cleanup. There was a morning when she opened and found the bar looking like a total mess, proceeded to check the schedule so she can give a certain someone a piece of her mind, only to find out it was, indeed, Anisa herself who closed last night.

She's so sweet with the kids and applauds them when they manage to make an order after nervously stumbling over their words.

There are only two types of situations when Anisa might look the slightest bit intimidating; the first is when lecturing customers about not bothering the cats if they're sleeping or forcing them to play when the cats don't want to.

The second is when a customer asks her to watch over a laptop or other personal stuff when they need to go to the bathroom. For the next 5 minutes, Anisa will be your laptop's hawk-eyed, vigilant guardian, throwing herself halfway over the counter to keep watch over your things and make sure they remain untouched.

Her customer smile is well-practiced but oh, the way her eyes light up when her favorite person comes through; you can so obviously tell this smile is far more genuine.

Doesn't shy away from drawing a little heart next to your name over the cup, or maybe a little cat. If your drink comes with a straw she'll always choose the one with her favorite color for you; if she's feeling bold she might ask about your favorite color. Don't confront her about the cute cup art if you don't want to see her stammering over her words, hair poofed up and face all flustered.

"Oooh she must really like you!" Anisa calls out when a cat cuddles up to you. The cat is a naturally cuddly one, but you don't have to know that; Anisa just wants her special person to feel special.

Sage

There aren't many things Sage likes about his job besides doing delivery on the motorcycle—anything just so he doesn't have to stay in that stuffy, cramped kitchenette. So what if he takes a few detours on the way back just to feel the breeze against his face? No one has to know.

He can't even listen to his favorite music inside the shop since he was permanently banned from choosing the day's playlist; not a single one is without an obscenely crude song.

The only other thing he likes about the job is the free food. He's not sure if it's actually free, but he doesn't really care.

Far more easy-going with rude customers than Felix is but less willing to indulge and smile through it like Anisa.

"We're all out of ___."

"Are you sure? Can you check in the back?"

Yeah, sure. Thanks for the smoke break.

Well I don't think he'd actually have a cig on him but he definitely has a flask tucked somewhere in the shirt he was forced to button up to the neck and tuck into his pants.

Otherwise he's quite flirtatious with customers, though more often than not he's just entertaining himself rather than actually expressing interest. Nothing too raunchy, but enough to make the shier customers blush and earn bashful laughter from the old ladies. His customer-service voice is just his casual flirty tone coupled with a lopsided-smile; you can just catch a little peak of that unnaturally sharp canine.

The only reason his manager has yet to fire him for his lack of punctuality and texting on the job is how easily Sage can charm customers and how many he has drawn in with his good looks. You don't even have to try that hard when you're 6'2" with luscious locks pulled into a high ponytail.

That, and he has a surprising talent in making latte art, mostly because Sage has practiced drawing rosetta so many times (yes, because it looks like a dick and he thought it was very funny).

Sure he'll remember your usual if you're a regular but this man is never going to remember your name; no, he won't feel apologetic about it. If he likes you, however...

Pushes his coworkers away the moment he sees your face even if he's supposed to be on break; no one can take your order, alright? No one prepares it like he does anyway.

Hey, he might even start being punctual to his shifts.

So what if he undoes one or two buttons on his shirt? The weather is just oh, so hot ;)

Starts flirting less with other customers and more with you. This is where his terrible pickup lines finally shine. He doesn't mind if you find them laughable; he just feels lucky to see you smile. The more ridiculous/stupid lines are saved for days when you look really down and might need a pick-me-up stronger than just coffee.

If you seem to be into his pickup lines and lack of subtlety, he might just throw the ball in your court by jotting his number down on your cup.

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koushou · 4 years ago

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i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

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