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[tohokuu]

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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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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[echobx]

please tell me about rafe with short reader 🤲🏻

-🪩

author's note: this was meant to just be a quick blurb but I got carried away... a happy oopsie on my end ig. (and after the first version got nuked by tumblr I was smart enough to do a select all and copy, bc when I hit save it nuked this one again, but at least I didn't lose it this time. I also don't know why I wrote this in one big block of text basically but yeah) not edited!

warnings: smut, p in v (unprotected), public sex, light exhibition kink

"You look even smaller with that pout on," Rafe murmurs, and your eyebrows furrow. "You love my pout." You toddle over to him, looking up at him with big eyes, "what happened?" "Some guy at work said some shit," he sighs. "What kind of shit?" you ask, snaking your arms around his waist and laying your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as his arms find their place around you, pulling you even tighter into him. "Disgusting shit. That you look more like my child than my girlfriend." He huffs and brushes over your hair, "should've just carved his face in right then and there." You spend the night soothing him and making him forget all about the incident, but a plan has formed in your mind, and you like it too much to let it go.

Two days later, you find yourself walking into the office building. Your sexiest dress on and a new lingerie set underneath, when you ask the front desk to let you go up. And once you're in Rafe's office, you start to clean up the desk, remove anything from it that will hinder your plan. "What are you doing here?" Rafe chuckles while walking in, and you turn to smile at him. "I missed you." "You missed me? After all I did this morning to ensure that you know how much I love you?" He grins as he pulls you in his arms and you nod. "Missed you so much," you whisper while leaning up and pulling him into a kiss. And while his lips are locked with yours, you can't help but think back to that morning, how he had woken you up with his head pressed between your thighs, making you lose yourself over and over again until he was satisfied with his work. "I miss you so much because of what you did this morning," you hush and take your hands behind your back to unzip your dress, letting it glide down your body and pool at your feet. "Fuck," Rafe drags out the curse and lets his eyes roam over your in lace wrapped body. His hands grip at your ass before picking you up and sitting you down on the table. "I know this is a very stupid idea, but by God, if I don't fuck you right now I might die," he sighs and lets his thumb run over your hard nipple. "Good," you giggle and open his pants. "Have I got you worked up since earlier? Hmm?" Rafe hums, eyes fixed on your soaked slip. "So very much," you agree and circle the tip of his hard cock with your fingertips before taking them up and licking off his precum that is smeared on them. "You're gonna be the death of me, baby," Rafe groans and pushes you to lie, thrusting into you in a harsh motion. He's rough and fast, holding onto your hips and making you cry out with how deep he's inside you. "Feels so good. Need more," you cry out, and he pushes down on your stomach, thrusting against his own hand. "More? Baby, you should've grown taller if you wanted all of me inside you," he taunts playfully and you moan loudly. "It's so big," you cry out, and he fucks you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin; moans, and grunts and whimpers; the table rocking over the wooden floor. You know the whole building is probably bearing witness to your filthy act, but you can care less. You want them to know, want them to hear how much more woman you are than any of them, because none of them will ever be able to handle the man that is Rafe Cameron. "Gonna knock you up so fucking good, sugar," he pants and goes to rub your clit, making you cum in a matter of seconds and following right after. His head finds it place on your sweaty chest as he grows soft inside you.

But the tranquility you shared for a few moments gets interrupted by Ward Cameron storming in and yelling, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?! DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A FUCKING WHORE HOUSE TO YOU?!" Rafe had pulled out by then and his pants were back on. Brushing his hair back, he looked at his dad and shrugged, "if presidents can fuck their secretaries, I'm allowed to do the same to my wife." You look up at him in pure adoration, unable to move with the way your legs feel and how sore you are, but you are enamored by the fact that he called you his wife, although you hadn't even talked about the future too much. But he saw it with you, and that day just made it all the more clearer, because who else would be just as crazy as him but you.

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[aimedis]

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

4 a.m cravings

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for the sake of this story Publix opens at 5 am (unrealistic, i know lol)

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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 🫶🏽❤️

[abitterboy]

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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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]

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!!

©2023 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

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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]

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.

[enid-rhees]

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

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 33

A/N: This chapter was actually inspired by an old Tumblr post that went around back in the day. Something like: 'find someone who will fuck you in the laundry room while waiting for the timer to go off on your kid's Dino chicken nuggets.' And I still think about that like 13 years later, so it inspired this chapter 🤣

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, medical talk/hospital visit, lil angsty.

The Fiala children are driving me up the damn wall today.

Nothing seems to satisfy them.

At 5 and barely 2, the age difference is both a blessing and a curse.

Luca is currently running around, chasing his sister as she toddles as fast as she can away from him. Lacey is shrieking in happiness, but the noise is getting to the right level that makes my brain pound between my temples. I glance at the clock, scowling when I see it is past noon and my husband should definitely be back from morning skate by now. From the moment both kids got up this morning, Kevin and I knew it was going to be a day. When you’re a parent, you develop a sense for these types of things. Part of me is slightly resentful that he got to leave and I had to stay with the monsters.

The oven beeps as Luca grabs his little sister, causing her to topple over and land with her face skidding into the carpet. I cringe, pausing for a moment to see what the reaction is going to be. Lacey lifts her face and a slight, evil cackle comes from her lips. Whew. Disaster averted. She hops to her feet as quick as she can and off they go again.

I grab the sheet pan and throw the Tyson chicken nuggets on there, then open the oven door to pop them in. Lacey will only eat four, but Luca has been going through a growth spurt, so I add in a few extra in case he needs it. Whatever they don’t eat, I’ll throw onto my salad. Kevin is likely eating at the rink since it is a game day.

Lacey shrieks when my back is turned to both kids. It's not a good one, so I whip around after shutting the oven and find my oldest with a fist full of his sister’s hair.

“Excuse me.” I stare him down. “No. Let go.”

“She tried to bite me!” He insists, still gripping her hair.

“Luca, let go.” My voice is more stern as Lacey’s shrieks continue to grow. I move to walk around the island causing Luca to releases his grip. Lacey reaches forward and sinks her toddler teeth into her brother’s forearm. Luca screams and pulls away from her. “Of course this is happening without your dad here.” I mutter under my breath as I get between them. They take in the distressed look on my face and both dissolve into body shaking sobs filled with anger, hurt, and rage.

I hear the door before I see my husband. I turn to him, eyes pleading with him to help. He cringes before rushing to scoop Luca up right as he winds up to slap his sister’s face.

“Enough.” Kevin’s voice is calm as I grab Lacey who is screaming at a decibel I didn’t think human beings could get to. I close my eyes, rocking her against my chest as Kevin continues to speak to Luca. “Not okay.”

“She-“

“No.” Kevin cuts him off. “Take a deep breath.” He sucks one in as well with our son, then they push it out together. Large tears fall from Luca’s eyes as Lacey breathes heavily in my arms.

Become a parent they said. It will be rewarding they said.

“When we get upset, we need to take a break, not hurt people.” Kevin’s voice is gentle as he sets Luca back on the ground. Our son pouts at his dad. “Entschuldige dich bei deiner Schwester.” He encourages him to apologize to Lacey.

“Tut mir leid.” Luca mutters his apology. Kevin nods his head in approval. “She bit me.” Luca blurts, switching back to English, looking at me for support.

“I understand that. She was wrong as well. But you are older and know better.” Luca stares at Kevin, brown eyes shining with tears. “Let’s go take that break.” Kevin pulls Luca into his chest and rubs at his back. Our eyes meet as Lacey lays motionless in my arms, coming down from her tantrum and instantly being overcome with tiredness. “Go upstairs to your room. Let us know when you are ready.” Luca nods and heads to the stairs, slowly going up them until we hear the soft click of his door.

“I know it looked like I didn’t have that under control, but I was putting lunch in the oven.” I don’t know why I am insistent that Kevin knows that, but I want him to. He smiles and nods.

“I know you did, baby.” He looks down at Lacey.

“You need a break too.” I murmur to her, she nods her head at me. “You can stay down here on the couch. No TV, just quiet time.” A few more large drops slip out. I lay her on the couch with her blanket, ignoring the thumb she stuck into her mouth. I can’t fight with her on that right now. One battle at a time.

I release a heavy sigh as I go back to the kitchen, shaking my head.

“It’s been a roller coaster this morning.” I whisper to Kevin when he joins me. He wraps his arms around my back and I bury my face in his chest. I feel the tension seeping from my body as his strong hands rub reassuring circles through my shirt. “They were playing fine until they weren’t.” I shrug my shoulders, glancing at the oven to check on the chicken nuggets.

“Is that timer for lunch?” He asks, noting there is still nine minutes left.

“Yeah. They will probably be happier once they eat.”

“Plenty of time for me to eat.”

“You didn’t eat at the rink?” I ask him, pulling back to look at his face.

“Oh, I did. I’m ready for dessert though.” He begins to walk me backwards, towards the laundry room that is adjacent to the mudroom, next to the pantry.

“What.” A breathy laugh comes from my mouth as he releases one hand from me, opening the door handle and pushing me inside. “Babe?” I ask, giving him a confused look. His tongue licks his bottom lip as his hands come to the button on my jeans. Oh.

“You’re dessert.” He insists. “And I’ve only got 8 and a half minutes, so hop up.” He points to the dryer. My reaction is too slow for Kevin.

“Ohmygod, Kev!” Falls out of my lips as he sets me unceremoniously on the running dryer. “Lacey-"

“She’s already sleeping.” Kevin tells me. “And you need this. Fuck, I need this too.”

My jeans are off and he tugs my panties down as well. My eyes are wide with surprise and hunger. He grabs my leg, tossing it over his shoulder and pushing my other thigh wider. I instinctively thread my fingers though his hair. When his tongue connects with my clit, I’m speechless. My head falls back, my breathing begins to increase, and I lose myself in his skilled movements.

“Mmm.” It drops from my lips involuntarily. I suck in a shaky breath, looking down at him as he sucks me into his mouth. “Babe, I want you inside me.” It’s been a hot minute since I’ve had Kevin filling me. If we only have 8 minutes, I want the best stuff- him- deep, hard and fast.

“Not until you come on my face.” His voice is coated in desire. My grip in his hair tightens and I push his face further into me. His mouth laps and tugs me, convincing my body to surrender to him. It isn’t long before I do exactly what he asked. The dryer shaking adds an edge of delicious vibration to my orgasm. Kevin stands, forcing my lips onto his.

“I needed that.” I confess to him as he grips his dick, ready to slide into me.

“You need this more.” He thrusts gently into me, knowing I’m going to need time to adjust. He’s thick and rigid, causing my walls to convulse on him immediately. He sighs against my lips before his teeth connect with my lower one. “This is my favorite place to be.” His voice comes out like a growl as my fingers dig into his shoulders. He begins to move, the dryer squeaks with the force of his thrusts, but it doesn’t deter us. His arms tighten around me as he feels my body going limp, begging for more, tugging him further inside of me by shuddering around him.

“Oh.” The moan is breathy, impossible to get any gusto to it with how damn good he feels inside of me. It’s a lie though. What’s really happening is I’m losing control and uninhibited moans are building in my throat.

“Shhhhh.” He reminds me, watching my face, knowing I’m so close. My body refuses any movement except leaning into how damn good this feels. His hands shift to grip my ass as he drives deeper, shoving me right off the cliff and into the abyss of orgasm. My mouth opens, no sound comes out, until it does; it’s loud and needy. Kevin catches the tail end of it with his mouth.

My muscles squeeze him tight and I buck my hips into him in the end. That get’s him.

“Yes, baby.” He whimpers as he climaxes inside of me.

His hips shove me up further until he can barely connect with me. He pushes out a quick breath, sliding me back down so he can fill me completely again. Seconds later, our eyes open and he releases me so I can jump off the dryer. His hands immediately come to my bare butt, pulling me into a tight hug. I’m thankful because my legs are wobbling but his strength is more than enough to keep me up. He shoves his face into the crook of my neck as his chest continues to heave. My fingers come to his hair while I turn my face deeper into him so our cheeks touch.

“You’re the only one I want to fuck while waiting for our babies’ chicken nuggets to be done.” I can feel his lips brushing my neck as he talks. I smile against his shoulder, pressing my lips there then nipping with my teeth. When I pull back, his brown eyes are watching me. “The days are long right now.” He reminds me gently. As every day has been since Kevin and I met, I know I’m not alone in this. I’m grateful for his reminder now.

“Next week is going to be tough.” I murmur to him, thinking of his road trip to the Southwestern & Central United States. So many days without him will be heavy for all the Fialas.

“I love you.” He says simply. He knows he can’t change this. He knows it will be difficult for me. But he sees me. And he loves me fiercely for willingly signing up for every part of our life together.

“I love you more.” I tell him, running my finger over his swollen lips.

The oven shrills, Luca yells for Kevin, and we are back to the reality of parenthood.

_ _ _

It’s four in the morning that next week, four games into the five game road trip for the Wild. My hand goes against Lacey’s forehead for the umpteenth time in the last 15 minutes. I woke up to her puking in her bed. She cried for me while sitting in the mess. I had scooped her up quickly, then rinsed her off in the bath. She had been warm when I initial came in, but now she feels hotter some how, even after the children’s Tylenol I forced between her lips. Her little body shakes with forceful chills.

“Mama.” She cries, wanting me to make it better for her.

“I know, sweetie. Try to drink some more water.” I give her the sippy cup from the nightstand. I brought her into our room to distance us a bit from Luca and because I didn’t have the energy to put new sheets on her bed. I know it’s risky, especially with the icky green color of her fluids. I’ve turned on Disney+ for her but she is uninterested. Instead, her eyes seemingly glaze over as she stares at the ceiling, tugging in heavy breaths.

“Lace, drink some water.” I coo to her again. She takes the sippy cup from me and sucks in a few glugs. It instantly comes back up. Her soft wails fill the room, but no tears come from her eyes. I push my hair back from my face as I walk to the bathroom to get another towel. I clean her up again and step back, really looking at my child. Something isn’t right. I watch her a little longer but then doubt fills my mind as she laughs at a scene in the show. She wouldn’t be laughing if she was dehydrated, right? Maybe I’m just really tired. I grab a cool compress from the bathroom before settling back in next to her.

At some point, I drift into a light sleep. When I awaken again, Lacey is asleep next to me. I reach out, brushing her hair from her face and gasp at the intensity of her warmth. I begin to feel panic bubble in my chest, shoving the blankets off her body. She reacts instantly to the coolness with trembles.

“Lace.” I jiggle her a bit, wanting her eyes to open. She does so and smiles at me.

“Daddy?” She asks me, looking over at his pillow.

“He’s at work.” I remind her. She nods like she understands and then reaches for her sippy cup. She sucks down a few sips, this time keeping it down. I breathe a sigh of relief, grabbing the washcloth from the bed to cool it down again. When I return, Lacey is sitting in water.

“Did you spill?” I ask her, grabbing the cup and seeing it still full.

“Ah.” She points to her mouth.

“Here, bubba. Hold this on your head.” I tell her, reaching for my phone. I press Kevin’s name on FaceTime. We have an agreement that when he is out of town, he keeps his ringer on at night. So I’m not surprised when he answers before the second ring.

“Hi.” He says to me. Concern laces his brows together despite his obvious slumber before my call.

“Lacey is sick.” I say, biting my lip.

“What’s going on?” He asks, more alert now.

“She seems to have some kind of stomach thing. But… I’m worried she might be getting dehydrated.”

“Ugh.” He sighs, running a hand over his face. “What can I do?”

“Can you look at her?” I ask, turning the camera so it’s on Lacey. She is laying back in Kevin’s pillow motionless, mindlessly starting at the TV. I watch Kevin on the screen as he squints. He reaches over to turn the lamp on, then sits up further in bed.

“Go closer.” He asks me. I oblige and am silent as he looks at her. “I mean, she looks sick, but I can’t see much more than that.”

“Okay.” I sigh, looking away. “Sorry I woke you. I’m just worried. It feels.. not right.”

“If you feel you need to take her in, you should.”

“I don’t know. Every time I panic, she seems to magically get better. What if I bring her in and they think I’m a hypochondriac mom?”

“What if you don’t bring her in?” Kevin presses me. He’s sensing my anxiousness through the phone, digging in a little deeper to see if we can figure out an action plan. I shake my head, leaning back into our headboard.

“I’m going to wait.” I affirm to him. He nods in agreement with me.

“You’re there, hon. You can see better than me.” A large yawn pulls his lips apart and he hisses in a new breath.

“I should let you go.” I shake my head, looking again at the time. He must have just gotten to Chicago a few hours ago. He needs sleep if he is going to play tonight.

“Are you sure?” He asks me, sensing my mood.

I hesitate in responding. I take in the paleness of Lacey’s features as she dozes into sleep. I chomp on my bottom lip, feeling my breathing increase. My reluctancy is clearing and I’m feeling more sure of what I know. My fight or flight is clearly kicking in. Deep in my gut, I know something isn’t right.

“Kev.” I only say his name, then look at him with distress.

“Babe, I trust what you’re feeling. Take her.” Kevin encourages me. “You keep saying this isn’t right. Just go. I’ll call your mom for Luca.”

If I thought I was going to get relief from taking Lacey to the hospital, I was proven wrong instantly. The ER doctors took one look at her and rushed her into an open bed. They started poking and prodding her, checking reflexes and pupils and heart rate. Her temperature is close to 104 and her body shakes with chills as we all watch. They’re asking me question and I respond as much as I can. In one of the tests, the doctor doesn’t like what he sees. They’ve already started her IV which causes Lacey to begin dry vomiting.

“Mrs. Fiala, can you please head back to the waiting room?”

“What?” I ask, surprised that they want me to leave my young child.

“We are concerned for your daughter’s health. We need some space to give her the proper care she needs.” A nurse gently puts a hand on my elbow, easing me back. I am in stunned silence as they pull the curtain around my daughter’s bed.

“But, that’s my baby.” I cry to the nurse with me.

“It’s okay, mom. You’ve done all that you can. Let us take care of her.” She steps back into where Lacey is and I begin to panic. I grab my phone, rushing out of the room and throwing myself outside into the cool, winter night. I’m hyperventilating as I start to flip through my phone to get to my husband.

“Kevin!” I sob into FaceTime when he picks up. He snaps to attention at the desperate tears on my face. “The doctors-“ I cut myself off with a sob. “They think it’s bad. They’re running all these tests on her. Her fever is so high they started her IV before we even got into a room. She is barely responsive of their checks. They won’t even let me be with her right now.”

I’m sitting on the curb by the emergency area, snow soaking into my yoga pants, while I try to suck oxygen into my lungs. I’m sobbing so hard that I’m coughing. Kevin is watching me with wide eyes; he’s never seen me like this. The kids have certainly been sick before when he is out of town, but not like this. Nothing ever like this.

“I need you!” I finally yell at him.

“I’m coming. I’ll figure it out. I’ll drive if I have to.” He is moving around the hotel, throwing things into his overnight bag furiously. “I’ll let you know when I have a plan.” He assures me. “I love you. Go back and wait, baby.” I nod my head as the screen goes black. I go back to the curtain as the doctor is pulling it away.

“Mrs. Fiala, your daughter is severely dehydrated with a fever we need to contain as quickly as possible. She is taking the fluids a little better now, but she needs a higher level of care than we can provide her here. We are going to move her to the pediatric ICU. It’s precautionary but necessary. We need your approval to move her and begin treatment of her fever with a more intense reliever.”

“Yes. Please.” He nods and gives my arm a gentle pat.

“She will be in excellent hands upstairs.” I find myself nodding in agreement as he walks away, beginning the movement of my daughter.

“Mama.” I hear Lacey call for me. I wipe the tears from my cheeks and go to her, soothing her worry.

“I’m here, baby. Mama’s here.” My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, looking at Kevin’s words.

Craig’s plane is in Chicago. He’s letting me use it. I’m on my way to you. It’s a simple text, but the relief pours through my body knowing Kevin is on his way. Luckily, the team is at the end of their road trip in Chicago and it’s a quick flight back to Minneapolis. Even luckier for us is the generosity of Wild Owner Craig Leopold.

Lacey is asleep when Kevin arrives.

“Dad’s here.” Lacey’s nurse, Kim, calls to me. Kevin appears and she shuts the door after he steps in. Because of Kevin’s popularity, they are taking precautions to make sure we have the privacy we deserve. Wild fan are generally respectful, but I’m appreciative of the hospital’s dedication to keeping our stay quiet.

“Hi. How are you? How is she?” He asks, enveloping me in his arms. I immediately start to cry into his chest, overwhelmed with the day and relief that he’s here with me. When I feel like I’ve taken enough of the pressure off, I pull back. Kevin wipes at my tears before I can.

“Better. Her fever is slowly coming down. They’ve given her two bags of fluids, but expect her to have a couple more before she can be discharged.”

“Wow. She looks tiny in that bed.” Kevin murmurs, taking my hand and leading me back to my chair. I sit in it while Kevin plops onto the bed next to Lacey. He reaches for her little hand, placing two of his fingers in her grip. She doesn’t stir from her sleep and Kevin frowns deeper. “Love you baby.” He whispers to her, kissing her forehead. His other hand smoothes her hair back from her delicate cheeks. “Wow, this sucks.” Kevin clears his throat with a cough. I can tell he is feeling emotional as he looks at our sick baby.

“Not great.” I confirm, placing a hand on his thigh.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” He shakes his head.

“You are now.”

“Feel like I let you down.” His lips pull into a tight, disgruntled line. I shake my head no.

“You can’t plan for babies getting sick.” I remind him.

When we arrive back home late that night, we relieve my mom of watching Luca. She insists he was an angel, not surprising as that’s what she always says. I thank her for her help as Kevin carries Lacey to the couch. She looks so small and her eyes are lowered in utter exhaustion. I frown deeply, feeling the tears poking at my eyes. I walk with my mom to the door and give her a hug.

“Seriously, thank you.” I say again, wanting her to know how much I appreciated her.

“Of course. You did the right thing. Always trust your gut.” She reminds me. “You know your child. You know what’s normal and what isn’t. Lacey is okay because you trusted that feeling.” I nod my head in appreciation then watch as she walks to her car and drives off. I release a heavy sigh, allowing my shoulders to return to a natural position. My muscles are tight and cramped. I rotate my neck from side to side to gain some more flexibility.

I move into the living room, taking in the sight of our sick daughter cuddling into Kevin’s chest. She looks much better than earlier. Flush has returned to her cheeks; her skin is full of color and plumpness that it lacked this morning. I take a seat next to Kevin on the couch, resting my forehead against his bicep. He’s still in his suit jacket, not willing to leave the hospital even to change. I feel the pressure of his lips on my head.

“Why don’t you go to sleep? I’ve got her.” I pull back, feeling the exhaustion begin to consume me. I look down at Lacey, watching intently as she draws breath evenly. Kevin senses my hesitation to leave. “Safest place in the world for her is right here with me.” He insists.

“I know, but I want to be with you.” I say to him. A soft smile tugs his lips up. He repositions Lacey into the crook of his other arm, grabbing a few couch pillows to support her weight.

“Come here, mama.” He murmurs. I place my cheek on the other side of his chest, reaching out for Lacey’s face to brush a few strands of matted hair from her skin. She twitches in her sleep so I pull back, drinking in the sight of her instead.

“When I gave her to the doctors, they were so concerned. I panicked. I’m sorry.” I shake my head at him. “You probably could have stayed in Chicago.”

“No. I couldn’t. I was already worried and then you called me again, I knew you were scared. I don’t give a shit about the game, babe. I had to come home.” I nod my head against him.

It isn’t long before my eyelids close. Kevin lets me sleep as long as possible before he awakens me.

“Sam... baby.” He calls gently. I shift off of him, looking down at Lacey who is still sleeping. She looks even better than when I drifted off. “Let’s go to bed.”

“She needs to be with us.”

“She will be.” He acknowledges as I stand. The three of us slowly make our way into the master bedroom, but not before I stop to check on Luca. He’s peaceful, unaware of the distress of the day.

Kevin has set Lacey in the middle of our bed. The sheets smell clean and I know my mom was doing laundry while she was here. Grateful doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I go to our closet with Kevin and we undress in silence. I pull on my comfiest pajamas before following him back to bed. Lacey has stretched out across his side. He gathers her back into his chest and settles into our mattress with her. His lips brush her forehead sweetly. She stirs at the feeling of his stubble on her nose. Her little hand reaches up for his face, resting on his cheek before falling to his neck.

“Her fever has stayed away.” Kevin tells me. “She feels normal.” I sigh in relief as I slide closer to them. I place my lips on the back of our daughter’s head. Kevin’s eyes find mine and it feels like an entire conversation wordlessly passes between us.

“Thank you.” I whisper to him.

“Call me anytime you need me. I’ll get to you as fast as I can.”

“I know.”

Of all the things in the world I'm sure of, Kevin’s love for us is at the top.

[23yearold-virginslut]

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

[mcbeetlebeeb]

fucking hate tumblr why do you do this too me I was just about to get done with this fully and it fucking deleted itself whywhywhy

anyway gay headcannons for you also songs

cause it's nearly five in the morning and fuck you!

Draco Malfoy

so hear me out

he fruity, at least a tad

bi energy, homosexual even.

seems he'd still..? pester you even if in a relationship

not in crude ways of course

pretty much being captain obvious

and little witty quips here and there but nothing to hurt your feelings

he looks like a bath person

I will not and never will debate this it's happening

I mean look at him, he looks like he smells like way to expensive of shampoo too even be shampoo yk?

but not pungent- subtle like somethin u only sniff if he walked by or was in a close vicinity

some fancy shit idk lavender and?? pine and very gently of soot, like smoke but not from any smoking but from candles and setting shit on fire sometimes

yeah he's the bitch 2 take baths with you

and he doesn't even care for it that much in a "pervy" sense

just likes sitting in warm tub with you, across from you or next too you

he don't care, it's bath time

"two bros chillin in a hot tub, five feet apart cause their not gay!"

type of dood too have hundreds upon thousands of stashed away unfinished or scrapped letters too you

you'd stumble upon it crumpled in the trash or on a desk and decide too open and read it

prolly giggling at the letters, trying to think up of what he could've been thinking when he crumpled this and why

when he walks in on you, originally trying to find where you ran off too in his common room

watching you, blissfully unaware of the soul leaving that boys body

he is

internally shriveling at the fact he didn't burn those or- dispose of them properly

until you notice him and he brushes it off like it was nothing

he is still mentally evaporating at the thought of you reading silly poems and or simple wrightings he never sent

he'd notice that you have more than one in your hand and physically cringes at the known fact you've read some of them-

he's embarrassed as all fuck and is desperately trying to cover himself up

shoving the remaining letters and papers into a desk drawer, putting his hand out in request of the return of his other ones

the ones in your hand, in which you look down at then back at him

'no I don't think I will' you tell yourself, running off with them, shoving them into your shirt

he comes sprinting after you before you could even show anyone else-

the song I shall slap down tis

like cmon, your touch starved, hes probably somehow more touch starved..the puzzles..the dots..connect- th em.. please.

Ominis Gaunt

tired™

vaguely angry as well but that's cause tired

you'd end up finding him in the undercroft or even in strewn out places of hogwarts, sleeping

on the floor no less but he don't care

sitting down next too him as he snoozes, leaning on his leaned over head, shutting your eyes

feeling him stur awake, you lift your head, even without saying a word he says your name

in a questioning tone no doubt, he turns to your general direction, blinking sleepily at you

you'd chuckle softly at his expression and you see him relax physically, you assure that it's you

he smiles slightly at the sound of your chuckles

he looks like he'd smell like?-.. clean warm linen, secrets and marble-

makes sense? no?

too bad

he'd ask to feel your face, to mark out your features a bit for himself

he's known you all this time should he not know your face?

his hands are nimble and soft with long fingers tracing your jaw a bit before palming one side of her face

you sigh softly and lean towards his touch

bringing his thumb up to brush over her lashes, his thumb coming up further to brush over her eyebrow

his other hand feeling her neck, sliding it up too cup her other cheek

he feels you smile against his hands and his eyes widened a bit, feeling your faces divits and smile lines

he just can't help but smile over you smiling

you let out a chuckle at his smile forming, letting him feel your face still as it warmed under his hands

song I fart out is...

I'm sleepy so I'm stopping it here- I was going to wright more bout sebastian for self indulgent purposes but I'm slheepy 💤💤 so have this for now cause tumblr ate my other post 😔

[openupforme]

fuck okay, i'll bite 😵‍💫 fyi, i'm 20. hope that's okay! feel free to delete it, if you feel uncomfy. this is gonna be a bit long as well!

i would let you dress me any way you want. i would expect you to pick out my outfit in the morning before you left for work. i would wear it, no questions asked because i trust your judgement as my dom and as my butch. i would probably go about my own work day feeling super sexy and excited, which will only add to my neediness once you finally have me alone. i can be easily embarrassed at times, so i'll let you take advantage of that by making me give you a lap dance. i'm very much not a good dancer, but i guess that's the point isn't it? to be your little play thing who will willingly follow your commands. to let you sit back and enjoy having your femme entertain you.

whether or not i'm a good dancer doesn't really fucking matter anyway. i have thick thighs, big tits, and a fat pussy to make up for it 😁🤭🫣😊(just a couple fun facts about myself. use that how you will). yes i'll swallow your cum 😵‍💫😵‍💫 jesus. just wanna make u feel good. wanna give u a god complex. you deserve it 😖😖 when conservatives talk about the gay agenda, their referring to me btw. my lesbian agenda is to make butches feel divine and heavily loved (in general and also just sexually). it's the lovergirl in me!!!

ohhhh i'd also let u titty fuck me!!! god, i have such nice tits. i promise you'd enjoy. i'm indifferent to having cum on me, but if your into it then 🫠🫠wanna cum on my tits? my face? my thighs? say less. it'll happen. i know you'll make sure of it. feel free to also make me lick your cum off me too, that's so sexy ahhhhh. I DID SOME BROWSING ON YOUR ACC!! i'll let you slap my face with your cock and call me a stupid slut 😊😊😊 i'll probably be smiling and giggling about it hehe. light dumbification is amazing for girlies like me who plan to have a long career in academia 😁 femmes with big tits deserve to turn off their brains sometimes 😌

like yeah i'm stupid!!! stupidly in love with your cock 🙂‍↕️🗣️ okay this isn't fully coherent anymore Imao. writing smut is SOO HARDDD [insert shitty dick joke here] these tumblr sapphics make it look so easy. tell me i did good please!!! [insert desperate sub femme noises here]

i tried to make the first part sexy!! (and free from my emojis lol). i also just generally assume that anything i read on nsfw tumblr is with someone who i love in a romantic relationship with (i'm demisexual!) anyway, lemme know if i succeeded! at the very least, you'll know what i'll happily do for your cock. as you can see i'm super normal, unlike you. answering anons about sucking your cock? now that's weirdo behavior 😚💞 it's giving homosexual i fear <3

gonna label myself as “🧎🏾‍♀️ anon/kneeling femme” bc i'm a desperate slut who would love to be on my knees for you <3

- kneeling femme (she/her)

AS LONG AS YOURE 18+ I have no problem with anons. i’m very open in regards of chatting and answering anons. with that being said hi kneeling femme

fuck sake. after reading over this anon my basketball shorts have a tent in them. would you look at that? my cock stood up just for you. sad thing is your eager mouth wasn’t waiting open and drooling to suck it. ANYWAYS

i would love to pick out a pretty outfit for you to parade around in. i know you would wear it with pride because that’s what good girl’s do and i know what’s best. easily embarrassed at times? hm. i’m definitely going to use that to my advantage, i know exactly how id play with you. i love lap dances, so id sit back and make you put on a show for me. what else are play things for?

it doesn’t matter if you’re a good dancer, you’re right. don’t need to know how to dance to rub your fat pussy on my cock through my pants. it’s okay to be shy because regardless you’d look so pretty rubbing your pussy up and down on my bulge. i know you’d be so needy to grind on me so your clit gets some attention. it’s be so fun to watch you become shy in the face because you’re getting wet from how hard i get for you. imagine it. me chuckling at your expression and saying “ what’s got you embarrassed pretty hm? is it the fact that i’m not even doing anything and you’re already dripping for me? or are you embarrassed because my cock is standing at attention for you?” fuck sake…. BUT if you did a good job and you’re worthy enough i might let you experience what it’s like to have my cum paint your throat.

i love your perspective on that, im more than happy to sit back and let you show your appreciation. wanna know why? because i do i deserve it, so you better prove it.

we’ll work you up to getting comfortable with having my cum on you, because i think playthings look their best when covered in the cum they received because they were good. if you please me it might just end up on your big tits.

stupid for my cock? just how i like it. i’m not expecting you to be coherent with my cock on your mind, who can blame you? because it’d be so easy to turn you into my dumb little plaything just because of it. you proved that to me and you did such a good job. i’m very proud of you and you should be proud of yourself. my cock stood just for you.

you definitely did succeed. i have more insight on what will make you fall to your knees for my cock. AND i don’t want it to be normal, i knew it wasn’t going to be normal. you seem proud to state the fact that the thought of sucking my cock gets your pretty pussy wet, i like that.

you’ve earned 🧎🏾‍♀️solely because you’re a slut that wants to be on your knees for me. you can take that spot at my feet anytime you please if you’re a good girl. hope your day’s going well

-𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦 🦭(truly don’t care if my anons are long, don’t be shy)

[monstersflashlight]

Alright, I love your work, maybe you could do Alien inspection part three? I genuinely need more of this alien! He’s so handsome. But maybe some character development? Like the one you did with the “gym slut”

A/N: Hi there everyone! Here it is, finally, alien inspection part 3. Everyone wanted this story to be here again, and I’m more than happy to do so. That said, this is a heads up that it’s the last part of alien inspection in Tumblr, from now on, all further parts will be on Patreon (info here). Disclaimer: I know cervix poking is not that fun, but this is aliens and it’s all in the name of horniness, so let’s pretend it is good. Enjoy!

Part 1 and part 2 as a reminder to read this.

Alien inspection: discovering alien dick

Alien x fem!reader || bondage, humiliation, degradation, fingering, double penetration (with fingers), oral sex, squirting

You wait three days before you surrender to your desire to see him again. You curse yourself all the way to his office and when you knock and get inside, he looks at you like you are not better than a cockroach. It feels awful, but a part of you ignites at that. Your pussy tingles and you can feel your panties getting wet. Why does he have to turn you on so fucking much?

“What are you doing here?” He asks, looking you up and down with unimpressed eyes.

You shiver either way, his eyes feel like a caress to your skin, making you hot and bothered. Sometimes you wonder if he has some kind of magic that allows him to arouse you with just a look. But deep down you know it’s not that, you are just the little whore he calls you, and he turns you on more than anyone ever will.

“I- I don’t…” You say, trying to play coy and shy in a way.

He is not playing, though. He stares at you like you are dumb. “Be truthful or get out, I have no time to entertain human liars.” His words sting, but you know he’s telling the truth, he’s probably busy with medical stuff and probably other humans, and you hate how much that idea annoys you.

“I want…” He makes a gesture for you to continue, anger rises inside of you at his impassive face. Fucking asshole. “I want you to fuck me again,” you let out, annoyed.

He looks at you and his upper lip twitches, like he’s hiding a smile. Stupid hot alien that makes your pussy drip. “Is that so?” He sounds so smug that you want to hit him. “Okay… Let’s make a deal, human.” You shiver at the way his tone drops, it’s like listening porn, his voice gravely and so, so deep. Your panties are so wet you can feel them sticking to your pussy.

“What- What kind of deal?” You stutter, trying to look like you aren’t nervous for it, but failing miserably.

He looks you up and down again, pausing as if deep in thought. “I will play with your body once again… But you have to let me do anything I want to you.” You stare at him in disbelief.

“I- No!” You let out, too fast. A part of you is more than ready to say yes, but your brain refuses, knowing you don’t want to give him all the power once again… But deep down you know that’s a lie. You definitely want him to do whatever he wants to your body.

He stares at you and simply says: “Then you can leave.” It hurts your ego that he can dismiss you so easily.

“What?! I- Wha- I-” you sputter, babbling nonsense as he looks at you like you are stupid, once again. You hate yourself a bit when you open your mouth to say no and what comes instead is: “Yes. Okay. Yes! I agree.” Your pussy is more than happy with your answer, your body filling with anticipation.

He smirks then, his teeth gleaming under the fluorescent lights. “That’s a good human whore.” You shiver at his words, shame invading your body. “Strip,” he orders.

“I- Now?” You don’t know what you were expecting, but for him to want to fuck you right there, right now… Well, you were kind of expecting him to say exactly that.

“No, tomorrow morning.” His tone is sarcastic as fuck and it angers you how much you want to slap him but also kiss him until you both are out of breath.

You look behind you, at the closed door. “Should I lock the door?”

“No. Strip,” he repeats. You shiver, the hint of danger on his tone mixed with the possibility of someone walking in on you naked in his office… It shouldn’t be as exciting as you feel. It shouldn’t turn you on the idea that somebody could watch him play with your human body until you are crying. But it does. It turns you on like nothing else ever did. Dang, you are truly perverted.

He doesn’t move when you start to take your clothes off. You aren’t wearing much, but the way his eyes lay on you is all kinds of hot. You take off all your clothes as he stares, not a word, not a hungry look, not even a smile. He just stares and stares… And you get hotter and hotter. He doesn’t say anything until you are fully naked and covering your boobs and pubis with your hands.

“Arms to the side, I want to see you.” His order makes you want to curse him, but you obey. “Turn around. Slowly.” You obey that too, your whole body pink with embarrassment at being inspected like that, almost in a dehumanizing way. Your clit is pulsating between your legs, you want to rub it so bad… He cuts your line of thought, “on the table. I’m going to tie you.”

“Wh- What? Again? But I want to touch you,” you try to argue. You do want to touch him. You want this to be more than one way…

“Then you will have to earn it.” The promise on his tone makes you shiver. The fact that he knows you will be coming back to him is infuriating but also kinda hot. And the idea that you can win a reward by being good for him… Maybe you have some kind of praise kink you didn’t know you had. But then again, he made you realize a lot of kinks you didn’t know you had.

To your embarrassment, you find yourself, once again, tied to the medical table with him hovering over you, his too-long fingers hovering over your nipples. He makes you gasp when he runs the pad of his finger them, his hands cold. He pinches and pokes at them until you are struggling against the restraints and your pussy is so wet you want to scream for him to fuck you already.

But before you can say anything about it, he moves and stands between your open legs, the spread bar in place. “I never tasted a human before…” He says more to himself than to you. He’s looking intently at your pussy, the clinical look of the first day in place.

“Wha- what are you-?” You don’t get to finish that question before his weird tongue is exploring your folds.

He licks every single millimeter he can, slurping on your juices until your face is hot with embarrassment and your pussy is dripping once again. He drinks you in as he explores with his tongue, so long that when you feel it against your hole, you beg silently. He doesn’t disappoint, getting deep and licking all of you. His tongue stops at your G-spot and when he starts to tickle you with it, you scream and come around his tongue, clenching over it. He grunts and pulls back, his face wet and his eyes blown with desire. He looks hotter than ever.

You look down his body to see his extra long fingers wrapped around what is roughly shaped as a dick. “What is that?” You ask, alarmed.

“My…” he says some words your translator doesn’t comprehend and you stare at him, dumb-folded. “I think humans call it a dick.”

“That’s your dick? It has ridges! And… and what is that at the tip!?” You sound hysterical, but his dick is as weird as the rest of him and you should have anticipated that but you didn’t and now you don’t know what to do.

He looks at you and explains, “those are prehensile muscles, don’t worry human, they will feel good inside of your tight human pussy.” His words make you hot, but it also worries you. Did he even do this with other humans? Why do you feel a spark of jealousy thinking about that.

“Wait!” You scream. You don’t know how that would work inside of you, what if it hurts?

“You said I could do anything. You promised.” There’s a hit of hurt in his eyes, like he’s expecting you to refuse him now. You sigh internally.

“I- I did. Just… Go slow?” You ask, fully expecting him to deny you and shove it in one go.

“Ohh,” he coos at you, “such a cute little whore you are, all excited to get fucked but as soon as you see a non-human dick you get scared?” You know he’s trying to tease you so you get angry and your nerves go away, and you hate that he succeeds.

“I’m not scared!” You tell him, offended.

“No? Let’s test that,” that’s all heads up you get.

He pushes inside you, slow and tortuous, and the weird tentacles at the tip start moving inside of you, touching and caressing and tickling parts of you that you didn’t know could be pleasurable. He keeps going and going, until he’s fully seated in you and he’s panting. You fist-bump the air (mentally) seeing him as worked up as you are.

And then he starts to move. The tentacles at the tip latch onto your cervix and they remain there as he starts to thrust in and out of you. The feel inside is completely alien, but so good your eyes roll back into your head. You start chanting ah ah ah as soon as he sets a good pace, not too fast, not too slow. He’s just perfect and you want to curse him for being so good at that.

“Be a good little human whore for me, come around my dick.” You are too fucked out to refuse, and you come again, clenching over his dick and feeling how the tentacles at the tip kiss your cervix in a weirdly hot manner. You don’t know what you are anymore, but a toy for his pleasure.

He doesn’t stop, you are sensitive but soon after you feel pressure on your asshole. You try to say something, but he shushes you, “don’t worry little whore, you know you like this.” You want to deny it, but it would be a lie. You enjoyed it greatly last time, and he knows it.

He pulls his fingers back and grabs some kind of liquid. He squirts some over your back hole. You whimper when he starts to push inside with his extra long fingers. His hips still thrusting into you. At first is uncomfortable, but soon it starts to be maddening in the best way possible. His other hands grabs something from the table next to you. You were too focused on him to notice he grabbed the same nipple suckers he used the other time. When he positions them over your breasts, you cry out, the feeling heavenly.

The combination of the nipple suckers, his thrusts, tentacles and his fingers… It’s too much, you can feel him everywhere and it’s driving you insane with pleasure. Something is building inside of you, and you don’t recognize it instantly, but when you feel the need to explode, you know. You have no time to alert him before you are squirting all around him, soaking his clothes and the table and probably the floor. You scream in pleasure as he jerks inside of you, warm cum filling your insides as the tentacles untangle and caress your insides on their way out. You feel his cum dripping out, mixed with your juices.

“I didn’t know humans could do that. Is it piss?” He asks you. Your mind is confused and fucked out and you don’t know what he means for a long while. He starts releasing your extremities from the restrains when you comprehend what he’s asking.

“It’s squirt, not piss.” He looks at you, confused. “It’s… It’s what happens when a human gets great pleasure,” you try to explain, not fully knowing more about it. He’s slowly cleaning you up, a wet cloth against your tender holes. He’s so careful you feel tears building in your eyes, but you blink fast to avoid them falling.

“Interesting…” He looks at you for a long moment, deep in thought. “I will have to study it more. Will I see you again?” His voice is weirdly tender when he says that, hesitant, like if he really doesn’t know how hooked up on him you are.

You want to be mean and tell him no, but you know that would be a lie, and he hates lies. “Yeah… Yes. I will see you again.” You congratulate yourself on not sounding as needy as you feel.

“Good.”

part 4