#evan please for the love of god grow the fuck up

[sickofthistoxicshit]

Here's the thing, I have nothing against Lou/Tommy, but the accessive enthusiasm of him returning and everyone already talking about him showing up for next season,

Which if any of you watched for the last 7 seasons, it is very possible because writers love to drag temps over to the next seasons because apparently breakups are for season beginners, mostly (except for taylor),

is very off-putting.

1. Because the dude literally just showed up and they haven't even had one worthy make out session to even call it a situationship.

2. Buck hurt Eddie physically to get into Tommy's mouth and pants, which ruined it for me from the start tbh and Tommy had nothing to do with it, he was just there.

3. Buck has made Maddie's day, his coming out party - that is a big NO in my book. Because one, dude you literally came out, what if you decide eventually that you don't want this or don't want this with this specific first-guy-ever anymore? And two SHE IS YOUR SISTER THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS HAVE HER LEAVE ON HER HONEYMOON BEFORE YOU KILL YOUR PARENTS OF A HEART- ATTACK.

Even if they "seem accepting" to Buck’s face, this takes time to process, something better revealed in time and in private, once one is sure. Not thinking and talking about this the whole wedding!

And yes, I know, Buck is impulsive, but think for a second, would you want your baby brother to hijacke your wedding after so long of planning it? I know I would have killed him.

Would have told him in advance that if he's bringing his new boyfriend to my wedding, he better tell our parents first. Because this is my fucking day!

I love Buck, but his self-centered personality rubs me the wrong way this season.

Maybe because I wanted to see him growing the fuck up after 7 years and so many traumas and experiences and therapy that he went through, but nope, same old Buck, only instead of the dating the girl who gave him attention, he's seeing the guy who gave him attention.

It's annoying, it's off putting and frankly I am so mad at the writers and Tim for this because these characters deserved better.

And don't talk to me about representation because Shonda did the bi representation in Station 19 perfectly to the point that I was bummed that Travis and Eli didn't end up as endgame even though I loved Emmett with Travis.

Again somehow the 911 writers managed to taint for me what should have been and amazing experience, independent completely of buddie, but no they managed to not only mix Eddie and Buck with Tommy, the whole thing came at the expense of Eddie, physically and mentally, because not only did Buck not apologized to Eddie, Eddie also lost his new friend who now fawns over Buck.

So screw this storyline, I hate it and I hate how everyone is OK with everything that happened in the story, just because Buck is doing a dude(kissing really, there was no doing yet).

There's a lot of blocking in my future, most are just ppl who either came in now because of bi Buck or those who came from other disappointing fandoms and are just here for the rep not the actual story.

But some of us have been here since S1, we want the rep, but we want it to be complimenting, we want to fall in love with the character before it turns into a LI, we want the emotion, the connection, the obvious love building over several years.

Like Casey and Gabby and Severide and Stella, like Maya and Carina, like Travis and Emmett (even though I liked Eli better for him) like Sullivan and Natasha.

I want an emotional payout, give up the surprises, and the wrecked trucks and ships, just tell a good story!

And for the love of all that's holy, enough with the last-minute changes, those never turn out well in the long run. They literally started from scratch when they made the switch between Eddie and Buck.

Also in my opinion, Eddie had a LOT more chemistry with Lou/Tommy than Buck. It would have made so much more sense, in the catholic guilt and internal homophobia department, the nun and supposedly commitment issues was weak at best.

It could have been epic. 😩

And yes, Buck could have started the season single, no harm in that, maybe make him, I don't know, actually growing into something that he would like without someone else to pet his ego? Go back to therapy, work for the LT. exams, be interim captain, realize his worth and learn to love himself for him, not because someone else gave him attention and that made him preen, get him somewhere worthy. Even lessons with Tommy without involving Eddie in this would have been great.

Just something that shows character development, because up until now all I get is S2/S3 Buck and I've seen that movie before, I want my money back.

I realize this is harsh, and normally, I would stick to the light and fun and ignore the rest, but this had to be said out loud so I can go back to that.

That being said, as I said, I will watch Madney wedding purely for Madney. Anything else is just a bonus. I can't wait for that bachelor party and see wth happens to Chimney.

Happy Monday, my loves. ❤️

[mmso-notlikethat]

Sooo 🫣 I wrote some continuation for this post

It's basically make up sex, but it got fluffy and emotional at the end. Enjoy ig 🏃🏻‍♀️

WC : 1k

The room was a haze of heat and pleasure, the faint scent of sweat and skin lingering in the air as Buck continued his relentless rhythm. His thighs burned, but he didn't stop not yet. Tommy lay sprawled beneath him, his chest heaving, face flushed, and lips trembling with every whimper that spilled out.

"E-Evan, please," Tommy choked out, his voice hoarse and raw with desperation. His hands, still bound above his head, flexed instinctively, fingers itching to grab onto Evan's waist, his hips-anything to ground himself. His whole body trembled, teetering on the edge of being overwhelmed, —but he didn't want it to stop. "S'too much'i– can't–"

You can," Evan interrupted, his voice soft but commanding, his lips brushing over Tommy's ear as he spoke. "You're so good for me, baby. You can take it. Just a little more."

Tommy's head lolled back against the couch, a low, broken moan escaping him as buck shifted his hips just right, the angle perfect enough to hit that spot again and again. His cock, still hard and overly sensitive, throbbed inside Evan's tight hole, every movement sending shocks of pleasure-pain coursing through him. He was trembling now, his muscles taut, his body a live wire of sensation.

Buck wasn't faring much better. He could feel every twitch of Tommy beneath him, every little movement making his own cock ache with need.

He hadn't been able to forget the way Tommy had stammered out his apology earlier, his voice slurred and shaky—and that little smug grin afterward. It had driven Buck wild. Now, he let himself sink deeper, grinding down harder, pulling the most delicious sounds from Tommy's lips.

"God, look at you," Buck whispered, his voice thick with affection and teasing. "Already came, and you're still falling apart for me. You love it, don't you? Letting me ruin you like this?"

Tommy could only nod, his words failing him. His throat worked around a soundless groan, his lips parting uselessly as Buck picked up the pace, his movements growing more erratic, more desperate. The couch creaked beneath them, the slap of skin against skin filling the room as Buck chased his release.

Tommy, despite the overwhelming sensations, lifted his hips to meet Buck's movements, his bound hands clenching above him. "F-fuck," he stuttered out, his voice cracking. "Need-need to feel you, Evan. Please, please–"

Buck leaned down, his forehead pressing against Tommy's, their breaths mingling as he whispered, "You're gonna feel me, baby. Every last drop." His voice was a growl now, the edge of control slipping as he finally let himself go. His hips stuttered, his body tensing, and then he was spilling over, hot and thick, his head tilting back as a deep moan ripped from his throat.

Tommy's eyes fluttered shut, his body arching as he felt Buck come untouched above him. The heat of it, the way Buck trembled and clenched around him, was enough to tip him over the edge again despite himself. Another orgasm ripped through him, weaker but no less overwhelming, leaving him shuddering beneath Buck, his entire body slackening surrender.

They collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slick limbs and ragged breaths. Buck finally reached up, undoing Tommy's bindings and letting his hands fall free. Instantly, Tommy wrapped his arms around Buck's waist, pulling him down and holding him close, as if letting go wasn't an option.

"I'm sorry," Tommy mumbled into Buck's shoulder, his voice muffled but still laced with that faint, cheeky smugness. "Tried to wait, I swear."

Evan snorted softly, nipping at Tommy's jaw before pressing a lingering kiss there. "You're lucky I can't stay mad at you," he murmured, his voice softening as he ran his fingers through Tommy's damp hair. "You're mine, Tommy. Always. And I'll make sure you remember that."

Tommy's breath hitched, and he tightened his hold, their bodies pressed impossibly closer. "Yours," he echoed, his voice a whisper, the word wrapping around them like a vow.

But it wasn't enough—not tonight. Not after so long apart.

Buck pulled back just enough to look at him, his hand cupping Tommy's face. His thumb brushed gently along his cheek, a touch so tender it almost undid Tommy entirely. "Hey," Evan whispered, his voice trembling slightly now, the vulnerability cracking through the haze of passion. "You've always been mine, even when you weren't here. Even when I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again. You're it for me, Tommy. You always have been."

Tommy's throat tightened, the words sinking into the deepest parts of him, filling spaces he hadn't realized were still empty. His hand reached up, curling around Buck's wrist, grounding him in the moment. "You don't know how much I needed to hear that," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "You don't know how much I've missed you... missed this. Us."

Buck leaned down, pressing his forehead to Tommy's, their breaths mingling in the silence. "We're here now," he whispered. "We've got time to figure it all out. No more running, no more hiding. Just us, okay?"

Tommy nodded, a tear slipping down his temple, quickly kissed away by Buck. His lips quirked into a faint, bittersweet smile. "Okay," he said softly, his voice steady despite the emotions surging in his chest. "Just us."

They stayed like that, tangled together in the quiet of the room, their hearts beating in sync, a reminder that even after everything, they found their way back to each other. This was home—this was forever.

After a few moments, Tommy let out a breathless laugh, his voice warm and teasing.

"You know, making me cum twice? At forty? You're trying to kill me, Evan."

Buck smirked, pressing a playful kiss on Tommy's temple. "You're not that old, babe. Besides, you handled it just fine. Might even go for three next time."

Tommy groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch with an exaggerated sigh. "You're gonna be the death of me."

Evan laughed softly, his hands tracing gentle patterns along Tommy's chest. "Not a bad way to go."

[chimneyz]

This was the last call Maddie expected, the last person that she thought would ever be on the other end of the line.

"911. What is your emergency?"

Maddie didn't know how many times she has repeated those words. Not that it mattered but she wondered some times. Wondered how many people she's actually helped, how many people she was the last person they ever spoke to.

On the other end of the line multiple alarms blaring were off aching Maddie's ears. Gusts of wind scream through making it hard to hear anything that is happening.

"911. Is anyone there?" Maddie's eyes narrowed her heart rate steadily increasing.

"Maddie is that you?" a man's voice piped up.

The blood in Maddie's veins grow ice cold, she knows that voice. She may not know that voice well but she knows that voice. That same voice that made her brother happy all those months ago, that same voice that became an important part in her brother’s life, that same voice that ultimately destroyed him.

"Tommy? W-What is going on? What happened?"

A mirthless laugh comes from the other line.

"Nothing happened yet, but it will. God I was really hoping someone else would pick up the line."

"Where are you?"

"Ummm, in the sky, but that won't last long. Helicopter is going down, nothing I can do..."

"Where are you Tommy? I-I can send help, you will get through this."

"No, I don't think I will, not this time."

Tears started pooling in Maddie’s eyes.

"Tommy don't say that, you don't know what is going to happen."

Silence.

"Maddie, can you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"Can you make sure you're here when Evan hears this? He's on shift right now, so no point in calling him... I guess I could of left a voicemail but it's a little hard to think when you're falling to your death."

"Tommy you aren't going to die."

"Sure," Tommy chuckles "Then let's just say falling. It's hard to think while falling."

Tommy take a moment to breath.

"So I guess here is my message. Evan, I have been trying for weeks to figure out the right words, completely failing to find them. I guess now is as good a time as any, in case, well I guess you know already. I shouldn't have said what I said that night. I was just scared, scared of the future, scared that you would actually see me and not this version of me you have in your head. Probably could of used some better words that night to explain my self. You should of heard the earfull I gor from Eddie, he was -understandably- pissed. So I apologize for what I said, how things turned out. Hell even for calling you Buck. I was trying to distance myself from you but it came out cruel and uncalled for. That wasn't my attention. I didn't realize that subtracting my self from the equation, from us, would hurt you. Nor did I realize how much it would hurt me..."

Maddie pursed her lips as tears started streaming down her cheeks. She may have been angry at Tommy for everything but she was seeing a side of him she didn't expect.

"I guess what I want to say, what I am trying to say before I can't is; I love you Evan, I have for a while now and fuck dose it scare me. It scares me how hard I have fallen for you... and that I am sorry, I am so sorry how things have ended Evan."

Silence.

"Tommy?" Maddie finally piped up, her mouth dry.

"Yeah, still here."

"I am going to get you some help ok? And you can tell my brother everything you just said to me in person you got that Tommy?

"Ok," Tommy sighed, "But as a just in case will you give him this message, worse case scenario."

"There isn't going to be a worse case scenario.

"Please just promise me Maddie."

Maddie shudders through the tears, "Yeah ok I will."

"Thank you."

The alarms keep blaring into Maddie’s ears for what feels like forever. Then nothing. The line goes dead.

"Tommy?"

Silence.

[addsalwayssick]

@rosekillermicrofic || prompt: secret || word count: 778

Something was wrong with Barty Crouch Jr. He liked a boy. All his life he’s liked girls. Now, in 6th year, as a 15 year old boy, he likes a boy. Evan Rosier.

He and Evan were two peas in a pod, as many would say. They were two in a group of five. As Barty lay in his bed at night, crying about liking him, he had a realization. Through deep breaths and barely clarifying thoughts, he figured that maybe he liked Pandora.

Pandora Rosier. Evan’s twin sister. Gorgeous, smart, and fun. Why wouldn’t he like her? Better yet, she looks like Evan.

So Barty asked her out. “Hey Panda?” He asked, catching up with her in the hallway. “What class have you got?”

“Oh hello Barty,” Pandora smiled. “I have transfigurations next. Walk with me?”

“Yeah sure,” Barty said, walking by her. “I wanted to ask you something.” He started.

Pandora looked at him. “Yes?”

“Would you want to go out with me?” Barty asked, looking intensely into her blue eyes.

Pandora flung her long blonde hair out of her face as she thought. “Sure, why not?” She said.

And so they dated. But Barty couldn’t get past the aching feeling of emptiness in him. There was a pit in his stomach every time he looked at Evan, every time he thought of Evan, every time he breathed near Evan. It was miserable.

And if that wasn’t enough, Evan was growing distant with him. Anything Barty asked to hang out, Evan would blow him off, saying he’s got something to do.

Barty would sit in his dorm room at night, knees to his chest, tears in his eyes. What was wrong with him? Boys weren’t supposed to like boys. Something was wrong with him.

Pandora knocked on Barty’s door one evening as he was studying. The rest of his roommates gone at the Ravenclaw party he had blown off to study.

“Barty?” Pandora called through the door.

Barty didn’t look up. “Come in,” He yelled absentmindedly.

“Barty can I speak with you?” She said softly, sitting politely on his bed.

Barty turned and nodded. “Yeah, everything okay?”

Pandora sighed. “Barty you know I love you,” She started. Barty tried to speak, but Pandora cut him off. “But not like that. And you don’t love me like that either.”

“I don’t understand what you mean,” Barty grumbled.

Pandora smiled slightly. “You like Evan, don’t you?”

Barty’s face hardened. “Don’t say shit like that.”

Pandora cocked her head to the side. “Barty, you’re defensive because you know it’s true.”

“Men can’t date men, Pandora.” Barty hissed.

“Sure they can.”

“No the fuck they can’t. I’m not- i’m not like that,” Barty hastily spit out.

Pandora patted his knee. “Barty, you know what i’m saying is true. Please just think about it,” And she left.

Barty did think about it. He thought about it hard. He raced out of his dorm room, down to the dungeons, and into Evan’s dorms.

“Barty? What the fuck?” Evan sat up from where he was resting on his bed.

“Ev,” He huffed, out of breath.

“Mate, what are you doing here?” Evan sighed. “It’s late,”

Barty was shaking as he said, “Can we talk?”

Evan furrowed his eyebrows. “Yes?”

“I like you.”

“What the ever loving fuck are you talking about?” Evan scoffed. “Don’t fuck around like that Barty. My sister loves you. You love her.”

Barty shook his head, “Not like that. Not like I love you, Ev.”

Evan laughed without humor. “I’d hope not. Considering you’re dating her and not me.”

“Jesus fuck,” Barty hissed before storming over to Evan. Barty grabbed his face and smashed his lips onto Evans.

Evan pushed him off. “What the hell, Barty. You’re dating my sister,”

“No i’m not!” Barty exclaimed. “We broke it off because i’m in love with you! Please don’t make this harder for me,”

“Harder for you? How is this hard for you?” Evan hissed.

“God just- just fucking kiss me!” Barty huffed.

Evan hesitated before taking his shirt and bringing Barty closer. “If I found out you’re lying, I will fucking have your head on a platter,” Evan said through his teeth before kissing him.

Evan hadn’t believed this was happening. The man he has been in love with since second year is dating his twin sister. His life sucks, man.

He would watch their dates, and watch Barty grin at him, wanting to throw up.

He would watch Barty bring Pandora flowers, wishing it was him. It was no secret that he was in love with Barty.

And now Barty was in his arms, and he couldn’t be happier.

[intermittent-showers]

Oh God

A thought just came to me, and it's making me emotional. @autisticbuckley , your anon is to blame (affectionate)

So, Buck doesn't have a baby box. We know this and we know how fucking devastated he was to realize he doesn't have one. (And also like jfc that entire episode fucking hits, but we all know that too)

However, as much as I adore Tommy having a box, probably a shoe box or something practical, for Evan, filled with tiny little trinkets that remind him of Evan and their time together. How fucking beautiful would it be that Buck makes damn sure their kid has a baby box?

It's the first thing he gets when both he and Tommy decide they want to start a family. (I'm thinking surrogate because I want them to experience all the things). He puts a picture of their surrogate in the box, he adds the first ultrasound picture, he writes in a journal about all of the things he's excited for and also a few he's scared of when it comes to being a father.

Then, there's Tommy. Who had no one growing up. Buck had Maddie to teach him to ride a bike and other such things, but Tommy had to learn and do everything alone.

So, while Buck takes on the baby box, Tommy dreams of all the experiences.

The first birthday, with a smash cake just for the birthday boy or girl. It'll be messy, but he knows the joy on his kid's face will somehow heal a tiny bit of his broken inner child.

Then there'll be stories of the tooth fairy and bedtime hugs. Having ice cream for dinner on a random Monday night. They'll go camping and fishing and have family game nights. There will be bedtime stories and staying up late to watch just one more episode, please, Daddy, please!

And when their child is scared at bedtime, be it the dark or a bad dream or something that goes bump in the night, Tommy and Buck will hug the fears away. They won't tell their child to "get over it" or "leave them be." Instead, they'll pat the middle of their bed, make sure their child feels safe and loved, and seen and they'll all snuggle together in their bed, completely happy with this life they've made.

[diazsdimples]

What do u say about these supposed hard core fans that are shipping buck Tommy? They gonna make the writers keep that homophobe around 😰

I am entirely the wrong person to ask about this.

Firstly, I ship Bucktommy AND Buddie. And this is possible! You are allowed to see Buck be happy with a man for the first time (how fucking good!!) but also wish upon the nearest star that he ends up with Eddie in the end. I truly believe Buddie is endgame but at the moment, I am more delighted at the fact that Buck is happy, with a man, experiencing a positive queer relationship.

The reason I ship Bucktommy is because look! at! how! happy! this! boy! is!!! I will ship ANY person that makes my little blorbo as happy and blushy and giggly as Evan Buckley is when he's with Tommy Kinard. He is SMITTEN. Do I think they're endgame? Not at the moment, no. Would I be upset if they were? I'd mourn the fuck out of Buddie, but I would be glad that Buck is finally happy and comfortable in a relationship. His happiness is paramount.

For the reasons why Buck's bisexual arc is more important than a ship, please read this post. It talks about the importance of representation in current media, and my own experiences of coming to terms with my bisexuality just before this arc was aired. What we're seeing with Buck's story is revolutionary, really. We haven't seen this kind of thing happen in media much at all and it is so important to show.

For any issues regarding Tommy, please read this post by the lovely @slightlyobsessedwitheverything. They beautifully go through all his appearances and break them down for us and I would urge you to read it with an open mind.

Now, about Eddie. I am an Eddie girlie (gn) through and through. That is my babygirl and I adore him with every fibre of my being. I would love nothing more than to see him go through a queer arc. However, right now, Eddie is not in the place to do so. We saw from the last episode that he's an untapped reservoir of Catholic guilt, and it's gonna take a lot to work through that, before he can have any kind of realisation re: Buck. He's very much in his comphet days but is starting to take some steps towards undoing some of his old habits, like getting Marisol to move out when he realises they're moving too fast.

With this in mind, I think it would be too rushed and too early for Buddie to get together right now. Yeah they've had many seasons of being married and living out of one another's pockets but given the stages of life they are both in, I feel it wouldn't end as well as we'd like it to. Eddie isn't in the right place for it. Buck is exploring his sexuality. They need time to learn and grow and do some serious thinking and realising before they can even begin to contemplate a relationship together.

Regarding the "homophobe", I am assuming this is referring to Edy Ganem and not Lou Ferrigno Jr. I would like it noted for the record that I cannot stand Edy and therefore cannot stand Marisol. If Meddie were to be endgame, I'd fume. They have no chemistry. They do not suit one another. And I don't believe Edy should be given a platform to spread her hateful rhetoric, and I hope the last we see of her is 7x07. I'm a little mad it wasn't 7x05 but there we go.

However, Tommy and Buck's storyline and Eddie and Marisol's storyline are entirely separate. The only thing that links them are Buck and Eddie, and their friendship. I don't believe that Tommy's existence means Marisol is going to stick around and I find it a little odd that you do. Buck can and has had relationships that aren't Eddie. Eddie can and has had relationships that aren't Buck. Buck being in a relationship does not mean Eddie will also be in one. Tommy's existence does not confirm Marisol's continued existence.

My current best case scenario is Eddie being single by the end of 7x07 (please god), and Buck and Tommy continuing their relationship, so Buck has the opportunity to learn and experience same-sex relationships while Eddie has the time to deconstruct his true feelings, get therapy, work through 30+ years of repression, and then they'll be ready.

ALSO I DO NOT WANT BUCK TO CHEAT ON TOMMY WITH EDDIE. WE ARE NOT HERE FOR THAT.

Best case scenario, sometime towards the end of s7 or beginning of s8, Buck and Tommy decide that they both want different things out of life, have an amicable split that doesn't leave either of them hurt, Tommy sticks around as a recurring character because he's ingrained in the 118 again, Eddie's doing his therapy thing and then maybe mid s8 him and Buck can start coming to some realisations with a potential for Buddie moments towards the end of s8. Honestly anything else would seem too rushed.

The final point I'd like to make is that I find it extremely odd that you call people who ship Bucktommy "supposed hardcore fans". Shipping anything other than Buddie doesn't make you any less of a fan. Actually, I'd argue it shows a bit more commitment to the characters as you're willing to be open to them growing as humans and expanding on the personalities that we love. If Buddie is the only reason you watch the show, I feel you should re-evaluate your motivation. This show has so many great ships, such as Bathena, Henren and Madney, as well as Buddie and Bucktommy, and considering this is an ensemble show, we should show all of them as much love as the other. These characters are so intertwined with one another and that's what makes this show so worth watching. Watching for 2 characters and 2 characters only is not getting the full enjoyment out of it.

I hope this answered your questions and gave you something to reflect on. As I say, I'm not the right person to ask about this as I too ship Bucktommy, currently have 2 Bucktommy fics in my drafts and watch them kiss at least 10 times a day. And for future reference, I will be unfollowing/blocking people who throw tantrums about not getting Buddie so far, or who believe you can only ship Buddie and feel superior for doing so. Have a good rest of your day.

[f10werfae]

Pretty boy n' his Pretty Peach

pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: A valentines celebration turns into a lovemaking fuck fest, with a lot of love, emotions and promises (Soft!Chris)(Fluffy aftercare)

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

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“Look at you pretty boy, eating m’pussy so fuckin’ well” Y/n whined looking down to see her frat boyfriend making out with her pussy, his nose nudging against her clit as he winked up at her. Chris’ backwards Cap was still on, along with his St.Christopher chain, and that was it. His hands clamped around her thighs to make sure she wasn’t able to move, his hips grinding his cock down onto her mattress for stimulation.

“Taste so good mama, could eat ya all day if ya’d let me” He groaned against her lower set of lips, kissing them, before pulling them with his lips and releasing them with a pop; Y/n’s head being thrown back from the feeling of his stubble also rubbing against her. She was sure there’d be beard burn later, and God she couldn’t wait to be marked up by him in another way. 

“Yeah? Keep you between my legs all day, fuck your tongue is so warm on my pussy” She whined clamping her thighs around his head, feeling his tongue flick up and down her clit; her eyes widening and rolling to the back of her head. This all started when Chris came over to her dorm room after a long day of classes, the both of them planning to order in some takeout for a small Valentines day celebration. However once her door opened, he was greeted to the sight of his gorgeous girlfriend sitting propped up waiting for him, a new baby blue lingerie set on her body.

“Can feel you clenchin’ around my tongue baby, cum all over my tongue” Chris growled thrusting his tongue in and out of her hole, his hair being grabbed by her hand as she thrusted his head back and forth, her hips grinding against his face as she came right on his tongue; his lips humming against her swollen lips as he kissed them one last time before sitting up and facing his woman.

“Awk baby look at your cock, been humpin the mattress haven’t you? You’re so cute” Y/n giggled kissing her boyfriend’s lips softly, his hands reaching and groping her tits; her nipples hard against his palms. “Please ma, fuck my cock, n-need you so bad” Chris growled jerking his hips while Y/n rubbed his length slowly, his face desperate and furrowed. Y/n smiled kissing his lips gently, his voice whimpering as she pulled away before his tongue could even attempt to touch her lips.

“Want a kiss pretty boy? Gonna have to work for it” She smirked jerking his cock off, her thumb running over the slit on the head of his shaft, his head nodding rapidly as it rested on her chest; his tongue instead probing and sucking on her globes. “Such pretty tits, soft n’ smooth jus’ like my girl” Smirking he let his teeth graze over her nipple, her hand coming up to take off his baseball cap and throwing it somewhere across her room. 

“Chrissy need you to cum right in my hand, wan’ it so bad” She breathed into his ear, her hand holding and gently scratching the nape of his neck, her other hand fisting his cock; her mouth spitting onto it to lube it up lewdly. “G-gonna cum baby, I-i Promise” He shuddered feeling his balls twitch as she cupped them, massaging them gently, 

“Good job baby, so proud of you” She cooed lifting up to show her cum covered hand, maintaining eye contact with her man as she licked it clean, Chris not even caring as she used the same hand to cup his face and bring him in for a kiss. Both their juices mixing in a hot wet tongue kiss, his cock growing hard against her thigh. “Need my pussy now baby, m’gonna bust over here” He whimpered against her lips, both of theirs covered in cum and spit, filthy as fuck.

“She needs you too pretty boy, missin’ your thick tongue already” She whined licking a stripe up his cheek, both of them chuckling as she peppered kisses all over his face and neck, allowing him to rub his shaft up through her slick wet centre, coating in all her juicy goodness. His tip nudging her clit playfully as he watched her swollen lips hug over his cock, giving it a nice wet warm hug.

“Jesus baby this all for me yeah? God if we were married i’d knock ya up right here right now, a pussy like this deserves it” He chuckled tauntingly as his thumb ran up and down her slit, her body shivering with each run over, awaiting for him to finally impale her on his shaft. “All for you baby boy, fuck me like a wife that deserves to be fucked” She growled wiggling her hips, trying to catch his dick inside her hole, squealing as Chris slapped his cock on her clit.

Chris would be lying if he didn’t say hearing her call herself his wife got him horny, the thought of them finally committing to each other eternally got him emotional and rowdy at the same time. Even though they both knew they were in it for life, the thought of everyone knowing she was his for the long run made it even better; he couldn’t wait to graduate, marry her and start their own dream family.

“Happy Valentines day baby, my gorgeous gorgeous woman, take all you need” Breathing out he slowly filled her up inch by inch, her mouth agape as he stared up at him, clearly deeply in love; her lips forming a smile once she wrapped her arms around his neck. Despite their love making session starting off as a filthy wet mess, this was their time to emotionally connect and show just how much they missed and loved each other, even though he literally stayed over the night before. 

“You feel so good Chrissy, my own pretty boy fuckin’ me so good” She whispered kissing just below his ear, sucking onto it softly enough just to leave a tiny hickey, just for her to see and know about. “This isn’t fucking honey, we’re making some sweet love tonight, gonna show you n’ your sweet pussy jus’ how serious I am about ya. Gonna take ya home with me in summer, play house with ya n’ cook for you; gonna introduce you to everyone as my fiancé” He whispered slowly thrusting in and out of her sopping wet cunt, the wet sounds combined with their soft gasps filling the room.

“M’gonna be your wife” She giggled thinking about the idea of getting married to her frat boyfriend, one who used to be known for being one of the biggest playboys alive. Her tits bouncing against his tattooed built chest, his thrusts regular and deep, allowing them to take their time to fully feel each other. His lips kissing her cheek lovingly, before reaching the corner of her mouth; his blue eyes trained on her glossy ones. “Y-you’re so deep Chrissy, can see you b-bulgin’ in me” She gasped looking down to see the slightest imprint of his huge cock coming through her body, his moans only getting louder as he nuzzled his head into her neck.

“Y-you’re takin’ me so well baby, gah, m’gonna cum honey, can I cum in you pretty?” He whimpered kissing her lips in tiny pecks, his forehead leaning against hers as she cupped his face tightly. “Cum inside me pretty boy, wan’ feel you flood me with your cum, n’watch it leak out” She whined biting his lip feeling her own orgasm catching up, her toes curling as she fell over the edge, her voice breaking and growling as her hips gyrated against his. His legs shaking and stuttering as he dumped his cum inside her velvety walls, both of them whispering quiet “I love yous” as they rode out their highs, Y/n’s legs staying wrapped around Chris’

Chris slowly pulled out gently, shimmying down her body as he left a trail of kisses, finally stopping at her stomach which was slightly bulged just from the mass amount of cum. “Honey what on Earth are ya doin?” She giggled propping herself up on her elbows to look down at her boyfriend, who was no longer her frat boy, he was her pretty boy. 

“M’jus kissin ma baby” He joked smiling up at her giddily, moving back up her body to nuzzle in between her breasts; it was normal for him to do this, instead of using pillows. “The only baby we’re havin’ anytime soon is the chinese takeout still sittin’ on the counter” She scoffed raking her nails through his brunette hair, kissing his head every so often, small moans leaving her as he tugged on her nipples playfully. Their sensual moment being interrupted by a certain rumbling noise.

“Come on wifey, let’s get somethin’ in that tummy of yours, other than my cum” He winked hooking his arm under her back and under her legs, carrying her in the direction of her kitchen, leaving their wet mess in the bed to be cleaned up later. “Can I have the caramel chicken-“

Y/n couldn’t even finish her sentence before Chris had stuffed his portion of the caramel chicken into her mouth, his eyes smiling as he watched her do her happy food wiggle beside him, her nude body tucked into his side affectionately. “Oh wait shit my present” Chris rushed out, mouth full of egg fried rice as he ran towards his book bag on the floor, pulling out a neatly wrapped purple box.

“I thought your cock was present enough baby” Y/n laughed taking the box as she climbed to straddle his lap, still nude, both of them ignoring the fact that he had indeed grown hard once again. “I swear if you bought me something expensive again i’m gonna be so mad, I told you I don’t like you wastin’ your money on me” Y/n scolded carefully pulling apart the bow, Chris’ hands massaging her hips, his eyes watching her with so much love.

“Uh first off, I’ll have you know it’s not ‘wasting my money’ and no I did not buy you something expensive” He argued back playfully, his Boston accent coming out more thickly, his eyes like a child’s as he watched her look at the wooden statue in her hands.

The dark wood was shaped like a carousel and had tiny horses on it, her name carved into the side of it delicately, two tiny wooden people seen to be riding a horse together, the guy kissing the girl. “Hold on, is this us riding a carousel baby” Y/n asked seeing the guy wearing a backwards cap,

“Hell yeah baby, ya know that woodwork class I was takin? I asked for a few extra classes n’ boom I made ya a music box, see that necklace in the box? It winds it up so only you can hear it” He rambled taking the music box into his hands, excitedly showing her his handy-work, taking the key shaped necklace and winding it back for her; handing it back when the recording started to place

Was that Chris’ voice singing a thousand years by Christina Perri? Yes, yes it was

“Oh my god baby, You’re so freakin’ adorable! You’re singing our song! On a fuckin’ music box! That you Made! For Me!” She shouted gleefully, holding up the music box proudly, watching excited as the carousel went around and around, Chris felt his heart hammer with pride, he spent months on this project.

They’d only been dating less than a year.

“Wait honey why are you cryin? Is my voice that bad?” He joked bringing a thumb up to wipe a stray tear from his girlfriend’s face, her lips pursed as she set the music box onto the kitchen table, wrapping her arms around his torso. “N-no one’s ever given me something so- so nice before, i’m so in love with you it’s scary Evans. You better not leave me” She rambled kissing his  lips again softly, her wet eyes as wide as saucers while looking up at him.

“We’re in this for life baby, me n’ you together forever, if you’ll have me. Josh told me this theory where Humans were originally created with four arms, four legs. And a head with two faces; fearing their power. Zeus split them into two separate parts condemning them to spend their lives In search of their other halves. Their soulmate. Y/n L/n I don’t think I need to look any further, because you are my soulmate, you’re right here. I found you” 

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[coal15]

IT HAPPENED!

Holy shit on a triscuit, I finally finished I Never Do This

Pairning: Bucktommy

Characters: Buck and Tommy

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4221

Tags: first time, kisses, rimming, oral sex, anal sex, sweet boyfriends, cuddling and snuggling, flirting, afterglow, falling in love, gentle sex, rough(ish) sex, mentions of Taylor Kelly

Sample below the cut

Tommy was only meant to walk Buck to the door of his apartment. An exchange of goodnights and a goodbye kiss with maybe a hint of tongue, that's all either of them expected. So imagine their surprise when things went from zero to sixty out of nowhere, as if the universe itself shoved them against the wall next to Buck’s door. And Buck welcomed a hell of a lot more than a hint of tongue. The second he tasted Tommy a fierce need for more struck like an earthquake. No warning rumble in advance, he just needed more. He threw an arm around Tommy's waist, pressing flush against him and clutching at his hair.

Tommy responded in kind, pressing harder against Evan (his Evan) whilst silently demanding a deeper kiss. 

Buck welcomed the demand. He was equally enthused about the thigh pressed between his own, grinding just enough to provide delicious friction. “Come inside,” he gasped against Tommy’s lips, struggling to stay focused on the moment as he fumbled for the doorknob.

“Inside the apartment or you?” The question shocked Tommy even as the words tumbled out of his mouth, unstoppable.

Buck responded with a sharp inhale and quickly growing hardness. "Fuck! Both!”

Tommy helped find the doorknob, then allowed just enough space between their bodies to let Evan turn around and unlock the door. Somehow they made it upstairs with only a few stops along the way to grope at one another and discard clothes.

“I never do this!” Buck insisted as his ass hit the mattress. He squirmed to get his pants and boxers down low enough for Tommy to tug off. “I mean I used to be kind of a fuckboy, but that was years ago.” 

“Not me.” Tommy swooped down to claim a fierce kiss that left the both breathless and a little wonder-struck. “I’ve always been the absolute King of self-restraint, but with you, god it’s not even a fair fight!” He leaned in for one more kiss, this one sentimental and lingering before standing up, still and silent, to watch Evan finish undressing him. 

When Tommy moved to crawl onto the bed Buck stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest. “Stay there a second. Please. I wanna look at you.” His gaze wandered slowly over every fine detail of Tommy's form whilst touching himself with a delicate stroke. He saw tousled hair, eager eyes, the cleft he loved so much . . . then strong shoulders, well muscled arms, and a brilliantly carved chest. An impressive display of male features propped up on legs that looked like they could kick through brick walls. However, most of Buck’s attention went to one prominent detail. The impressive (and somewhat intimidating) length of rigid cock standing at full attention less than six inches from his face, waiting for service.

[chrisevansonly]

Rough Patch Headcannon🐥💛 (Little Duck AU)

Pairing: Dad! Chris Evans x Momma Evans (Female Reader)

Summary: things aren’t always as they seem in the Evans household, and currently, it’s tougher than rough

Warnings: angst, mental health, arguments, fluff towards end:)

Back on bedrest once again after you got home from your appointment with Chris, Arlie was down for a nap so it made it easier for you to hide away in your shared bedroom, not wanting to talk to anyone or talk about anything

You didn’t think this pregnancy would be easy, especially with baby boy growing everyday and getting bigger and bigger, but the aches, the constant pain you were in mixed with a very active toddler were draining you more than you’d ever admit

It started 3 weeks ago when you noticed you felt down, you’d experienced this feeling before after giving birth to Arlie, the dark cloud swimming around over top of you, the weight on your shoulders, that on top of the unbalanced hormones with baby boy, were cause for disaster

It also wasn’t fair that you’d been so snappy with Chris recently, he never took offence to it, never got angry, he knew you were in loads of pain, he just wished he could take it from you

“Okay…please be good so I can wash my face baby..”

The plead seemed to work momentarily before he pushed roughly on your ribcage, a frustrated groan leaving your lips before angrily tossing your face products to the side

You couldn’t help the sudden sobs that escaped as you tried hard to hold it together and not have a total breakdown, Chris shoving the door open in worry a few seconds later

“Hey, hey, whoa honey…what’s going on?”

“I can’t t-take this pain anymore, all it is and a-all it has been is p-painful and I c-can’t even do anything a-anymore!”

Chris almost didn’t know what to say to try and console you, you didn’t stay in the bathroom long enough for him to hug you, opting to move back and get into bed

“What can I do to help you in this moment sweet girl?”

You shrugged and it was like all resolve left you

“Nothing. I don’t want anything, there’s nothing that can help, I’m giving up, I want to just be in pain in bed, alone and god I don’t fucking know!”

The minute you heard a soft whimper and a quiet “momma…?” your heart stopped and you cursed quietly to yourself, looking over to see Arlie, mr.duck clutched in her arms as her bottom lip wobbled, her eyes glassy

“Hi my love…come in”

“Why you yelling momma…? don’t like it.”

She walked close enough for you to help her on the bed, her little arm covering your bump and she rested against you

“I’m sorry duck, I didn’t mean to scare you, Momma just isn’t feeling well that’s all…”

Chris watched quietly sitting at your feet, his hand squeezing your ankle gently

“I s’owwy you not feeling well momma…I can help you feel better!”

A tired smile showed on your face as you rubbed a hand over her head, the frustration leaving your body only to be replaced with that sinking feeling of sadness and dread

“I bet you could my love..”

Chris could see the sudden drop your mood, leaning over to tickle Arlie’s little feet, a giggle filling the room

“Come on baby girl, let’s go make some of Momma’s favourite snacks, maybe do some art for her?”

Arlie sat up nodding her head before kissing your head softly

“Bye momma! Be back soon!!”

She ran off towards the hallway, Chris couldn’t help the laugh he let out watching her excitement at the idea of helping cheer her momma up, truth be told he wanted to help his wife in any way he could

“I’m sorry i’m being such a horrible wife and mom..I don’t know how you still stand to be around me”

It was instantaneous how his hands reached to hold your face, your eyes shifting to meet his

“I love you, I love you so much I would do anything for you, you know that…right?”

After you nodded he continued

“You are the best mother to Arlie and our little guy, and you are the best wife a man could ever ask for. I know things have been so incredibly hard, and you’re in a lot of pain, so much so that I wish we could swap places because seeing you hurting like this and not knowing how to help you is killing me..”

You hadn’t even realized you’d started crying until he swiped his thumb across your cheeks

“I-I’ve been so horrible to you…”

“You’ve been frustrated, in pain and going through a really rough time, I haven’t taken any of that to heart because I know that isn’t you…what I do want is for us to work together to help you get comfortable, and to help this beautiful brain of yours feel better..”

Chris moved to pull you into his side, his lips pressing a few kisses to your temple

“DADDY ‘HUWWY UP I NEED HELP!!”

You let out a soft laugh, the first one in a few weeks and Chris joined you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips

“I missed that sound, we’re gonna take care of you and figure this out I promise you, now I believe little miss and I have some work to do to get our favourite girl feeling better”

“I love you Chris…”

He stopped at the door, turning to send you a smile

“I love you more sweet girl”

It was nowhere near over, you were nowhere near that happy and bubbly woman you’d once been, and that was okay. For the first time in 3 weeks you felt a little less down, the weigh on your shoulders eased the slightest amount. Although it still hurt and you were still struggling, knowing you had your little girl and your ever so sweet husband in your corner, made things a tiny bit lighter…and you’d take it🤍

[siremasterlawrence]

Celebrity Lottery Stable - Part 1

The Winning Lottery Ticket is a myth a share change, a simple awesome gamble that no one has yet to win and once a loud knock is coming through the door alerting Chris Rob Evans leaves his wife in the bed as he slips out quietly heading down the staircase in a haze of early morning fatigue. His toe tips over as he fell on to his knees in a frantic bit of pain as it soars trying to hold his lips tight, he avoids screaming as he is ready managing to get up from the step as he hit the floor and reaches for his robe at the end of the staircase he left laying on the knob on the end of the staircase last night slipping it on. He grabs the door knob twisting it open to the side as the man stands in the door way with utter confusion as he is lost the man suddenly starts to smirk and digs his hand in his pocket as slips it into his hand then he turns disappearing into the night as he shook his head. He flips about slamming the door as he feels the slip sinking in his hand the world falls fading into the back of the room as everything seems to lose meaning and his eyes dart down to look at the envelope as he rips it open a load of confetti hits him. All of a sudden his eyes roll back into his eyes sockets closing tight, his body grows heavy causing his tumble to the door awaking his wife as he calls for him then dashes to the ground level and picks up his head vanishing him from her life.

“Congratulations Mr. Evans!”

“What the shit?”

“Do you know where you are?”

“I am at home! Right?”

“Correct! This is your new home”

“Where is the man of the hour?”

“Can you tell me anything?”

“My mind is clear”

“Go on!”

“I have no memories”

“Yes! Guide me please”

“Enter the room, strip and put these clothes on.”

“Yes! Where is Master?”

“Sit down on the bed and wait like a good boi “

“Oh! Please tell him to hurry “

“It will take as long as it takes “

“Okay sir!”

“Can you hear us over the speaker?”

“Yes Sir! Has Master arrived?”

“Greet him appropriately “

“Yes Sir!”

“Oh My Fucking God!”

“Slave! ATTENTION!”

“Sorry Master! Master Lawrence “

“Speak boi”

“You are my every last word”

“My life and breath “

“Give me a purpose and reason to live “

Chris hands him the lottery ticket with love and with lust as he smiles so happy with utter love in his eyes because is totally ina enamored state of bliss calling to me with his arms and wide open his hands wrapping over his waist on to me tightly as he hugs me effortlessly he lifts me up into the air. The locks of the doors shut down closing the whole room entirely aseverything in this life ceases to no longer matter because all he can do is focusing on me and placing me back down by the wall he moves in closer giving me a kiss.My hand cups his chin spinning him about to the wall as I press my body onto his in love kissing him slowly as his mind, body and his soul giving into me as he became a feverish pitch to keep my attention he will do anything for me. Ignoring him aka I am able to brush past him only for his hand to land on my arm fighting to keep him with me always and I can’t deny him that as I am leading him back to the couch where he lay his hands all over me begging to be used.I clapped his hands loudly as the lights are turning of into a pitch of darkness with a faint light overtaking the room a shadowy cast of darkness fills the room as all that can be seen is him worshipping me allnight.

“Ooooohhhhh!”

“Oooohhhh Master!”

“Fuck!”

“I am under your thrall for all eternity “

“Chris?”

“Yes Master”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

The end

[bidean-byedean]

All I Want For Christmas Is You (And You)

Buddietommy | 5k word | Explicit

Written for @bucksboobs as part of the @buddietommydaily gift exchange. Pure festive fluff (and a sprinkle of smut) for your enjoyment.

Buck discovers something about his boyfriend that requires immediate intervention... OR The one where the trio have a Hallmark-worthy day.

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Tommy should’ve seen this coming. The blissful months together had to come to an end. He just didn’t expect it to be so abrupt or for this to be how it happened.

After Halloween, he really should’ve seen it coming.

In his living room, Evan stands between plastic storage boxes dragged from the garage where they’d lived untouched for months. Part of the seemingly endless stuff that came over from Evan’s loft when they decided to move in together.

“You have to be kidding right now.”

“Evan, why would I joke about this?”

“Because the other option is you’re telling the truth and that is unacceptable.”

“Unacceptable? Are you serious?”

His boyfriend sighs loudly and runs his hands through his hair. “Jesus.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal-” His words tail off when he gets a deadly glare. “If it means that much to you then-”

“It’s not about me! It’s about you!” Those big blue eyes are unbearably distraught. “You’re telling me you’ve lived here for however long and you have no Christmas decorations? Tommy, that’s so sad.”

For fuck’s sake.

“I’m fine, Evan, we weren’t Christmas people growing up and anyway-” He nudges one of the boxes. “I think you have more than enough.”

“To decorate my loft, yeah! This is a whole house! You have a yard!”

“It’s not a big-” Then he’s being pulled by a strong hand on his forearm. “Where-”

“Shopping! Obviously!”

Because he knows better, Tommy doesn’t fight his boyfriend’s manhandling, letting him drag him out to the Jeep, only pausing to pull some shoes and a jacket on. And even that earns him an impatient glare. They drive through quieter mid-morning traffic while Evan chats about Christmases in Hershey and how Maddie loved Christmas when he was little, and his heart swells fondly. Of course, Evan with his picket fence childhood in a state with four seasons thinks Christmas is the height of nostalgia. He imagines the Buckley family home as one of those Hallmark houses; double-fronted with neat shuttered windows and a porch, two cars on the drive, and a trampoline in the garden. Phillip and Margaret were teachers, but Tommy assumes they also bought a house in a quiet suburb in the early 80s when you could get on the property ladder by wearing a nice suit to the bank and saying please.

They park by a row of cutesy shops that are vaguely familiar to Tommy but it’s not a part of town he frequents often. Evan jumps out, grinning brightly and holds his hand out for Tommy.

“First, coffee.”

“Thank God.”

The cafe is sickeningly adorable, the front window decorated with an elaborate winter scene that LA would never naturally see; fluttering snowflakes, skiing snowmen, prancing reindeer, and Christmassy wreaths dotted around. Inside is snug, every inch crammed with mismatched furniture, honey-coloured wood and rustic finishes, but there’s coherency in the cosiness that Tommy appreciates. Immediately in front of them is the big glass cabinet that holds their baked goods. A plethora of comforting and decadent treats that their usual diet doesn’t allow but Evan’s eyes are glued to them, gaze jumping from label to label as he assesses the offerings.

“Hungry?”

“We could share? Which one would you go for?”

He scans the case carefully, but it’s the towering cakes that keep his attention. “Toffee nut cake, that’s festive, right?”

“Told you I knew what I was doing.”

Tommy jumps around at the sound of Eddie’s voice. His hands are full with a tray of drinks and he knocks his head toward the counter where another tray with plates sits, which Evan grabs.

“How-” Tommy begins but just shakes his head. There is no questioning when it comes to his boyfriends and their freakish link. Some days, when they come home from a 48-hour shift, he truly believes in telepathy. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Eddie grins, his eyes flicking to Tommy’s mouth. The motion is so quick, it’s easy for Tommy to convince himself it doesn’t happen but then Eddie’s throat bobs and he knows he’s swallowing that mixture of desire and shame of the desire and shame of the shame. Gently, he leans forward and kisses his cheek chastely, an arguably platonic greeting. “Shall we?”

They cram around a table in the window, their knees knocking in the snug space. Tinsel adorns the back of each chair and a paper Christmas tree sits in the middle of the table. Their drinks come in a hodge-podge of crockery and the heavy, ceramic mug Eddie slides over to Tommy is topped with a flurry of cream and an honest-to-god candy cane hooked over the edge. Eddie watches him as he takes his first sip, failing to pretend that he isn’t worried that he made the wrong choice.

“So, what am I in for?”

Eddie raises his eyebrows over his mug. “I keep forgetting this is your first Buckley Christmas. You might wanna consider picking up a couple of extra shifts-”

“Are you calling me a financial burden?”

“I’m calling him whipped.”

“Hey!” Tommy whines. “That’s-” Eddie tilts his head. “That’s fair, yeah.”

“I just want it to feel like Christmas. It’s the one time of the year we get to be all kitschy and tacky-” His boyfriends exchange a look, having just lived through Halloween with him, his sob story is not quite as convincing. “You guys are such humbugs.”

Tommy leans in and kisses away the cream at the edge of Evan’s mouth. “Has anyone ever told you, you’re adorable?”

“He never tires of hearing it, that’s for sure,” Eddie mumbles drily into his drink.

“Okay, okay, time out on the Buck abuse.”

Filled with cake and caffeine, Tommy lets Evan bounce ahead of them while he and Eddie stroll, shoulder to shoulder, behind him. It’s his favourite kind of winter day, bright and cloudless but cool enough to promise a chilly evening once the sun has gone down. Warmth radiates from Eddie and he wants nothing more than to thread his arm under his jacket and around his waist, but he settles for their hands brushing as they walk. It’s safe but comforting, just for them.

“Ta-da!” Evan sings as they round on the first shop front, somehow even more kitschy than the cafe.

“Seriously?”

Evan rolls his eyes and grabs Tommy’s hand. “Yes, we have serious work to do.”

“Just accept it, man,” Eddie laughs, clapping his hands on Tommy’s shoulders as he brings up the rear. When he doesn’t let go right away, Tommy leans back, just enough to press into his chest and he feels Eddie sigh against him.

The shop is packed with more Christmas shit than Tommy has ever seen outside of a Santa’s Grotto and it takes a few moments to get his bearings. But Evan is in his element, already showing Eddie brightly coloured baubles and talking a mile-a-minute, while the other man nods like it’s the first time he’s heard it. Tommy hangs back a little, making his own way through the buckets of tree decorations and garlands to try and find something to present back to Evan when he inevitably demands to see his choices.

It’s not that Tommy doesn’t like Christmas, it’s just not his holiday. Sure, it may be responsible for some of the best rom coms, but that’s why you watch films, to experience something real life doesn’t give you. Unlike most people, for Tommy, there are no fond memories of digging out decorations from the attic and putting up the tree to Christmas songs. His parents didn’t wear matching Christmas jumpers and dance around the living room, and there was no mountain of presents to eye up as the big day approached. Bouncing around the country, they lived in a perpetual state of moving boxes and not knowing anyone quite well enough to be included in holiday plans. Even on the army bases, he never got the hang of making fast friends like the other brats.

But, he thinks as he considers a delicate glass bauble frosted with sparkles, that was before. Across the room, he hears Evan’s bright laugh and watches Eddie’s fond gaze as they hold up tiny Nutcrackers and brightly coloured shapes that he can’t quite make out from here. Before them.

“Tommy!”

He follows his name obediently. “Wh- Is that a croissant?” His eyes graze over the boxes and he realises they’re all filled with miniature food items. “Evan-“

“Okay, picture this, a food-themed tree!”

“For the… kitchen?”

His boyfriend gives him a suffering glare. “Who has a kitchen tree?”

“Lots of people have more than one tree- Ow!” Hard fingers pinch his side, but by the time he looks at Eddie, he realises his mistake. “I didn’t mean us- Baby?”

But there’s no use. Evan now has two baskets, one of which he thrusts into Tommy’s hand and starts to fill with the food-shaped baubles, Tommy watching helplessly as the croissant is joined by a pink cake, half an avocado, salt and pepper shakers, a mince pie-

“Hope Harbour has some overtime going,” Eddie whispers as the basket continues to fill. “Buck, you do the grocery shopping, we’ll get some real decorations. Come on.”

Already on Eddie’s heels, Tommy makes a small sound of surprise when fingers lace loosely into his. Their hands are pressed together, hidden between them as they crowd together in the tight space, but Tommy’s heart still skips at the gesture. There’s no one else in here to see them, just a bored-looking teenager behind the till, and it’s easy to exist in the safety of their comfort with each other.

Through the tiny doorway is even more stuff. The walls are covered in reams of tinsel in every colour, fake boughs of holly, tartan ribbons, and lights. So many lights.

“Warm or cool?”

“Warm, obviously,” Tommy replies, grabbing a box of white, outdoor lights, then another. Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Got plans for the garden. We can use these all year round.”

“Very practical.”

He rolls his eyes. “How long did it take to wear you down then? On all of this.”

“Oh, I love Christmas. Shannon was just like Buck, went all out. The only time she ever willingly baked was for Christmas, she’d make these sugar cookies for Santa and Chris would decorate them…” He trails off, mindlessly fiddling with a string of polar bear-shaped lights. ��Uh, yeah, not much convincing.”

Tommy snakes his arm around Eddie’s hips and pulls them close. “I’m sorry.”

“Nah, I shouldn’t-” Footsteps alert them to someone else’s presence and Eddie steps back instinctively, offering Tommy an apologetic wince as he does. “So, we good for lights?”

“Pfft, I think Buck won’t be happy until you can see our house from space.”

“We’ll get Karen to check just to appease him.”

They finish looping the room, picking up a few more bits before Tommy sees it. Tucked away between all the other signs, he can’t quite believe his luck. When he shows Eddie, he has to walk away, only vaguely promising to help him buy it without Evan seeing. Which is enough for Tommy. He waits a couple of minutes after Eddie disappears, perusing the wooden knick-knacks and questionable-looking gnomes, until Eddie texts him that the coast is clear.

The teenager rings him up, eyeing the sign and then him, but not saying anything.

“Oh, wait,” he dashes back to the shelves and picks up the big, glass bauble etched with delicate stars. “And this.”

Outside, Evan nearly bowls him over, grabbing at his shopping bag. “Well? Let me see!”

“Down, boy! You’ll see it when we get home.”

Evan pouts. “Fine. Come on then, that took way longer than I expected.”

“W-” Tommy glances at Eddie who just grins. “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

The way takes them down the row of overpriced knick-knack shops and beige clothing stores until they hit a sea of green. A sign mounted in the back of a red pickup says Fairway Christmas Tree Farm, and an inflatable Santa wobbles around chaotically next to it. Of course, Evan wants a real tree.

For years, Tommy had a modest plastic one that got put up in the week before Christmas and shoved back in its box some time between Boxing Day and New Year. It wasn’t great, but it was easy and it did the job. Then he bought the house and the sparse thing just looked pathetic in the much larger living room, so he chucked it and got used to have a plain Christmas. The 118 always had a great tree and it’s not like he had presents to put under his anyway, so it never felt like a big deal.

This kind of feels like a big deal.

Evan loops his arms into Tommy and Eddie’s, pulling them into the labyrinth. “So, the optimal height is seven feet considering the size of the room, but considering the floor space we have to play with, I think we want the width to be less than fifty-six inches-”

“How do you know?”

“I made a floor plan.”

“Oh, obviously,” Tommy mutters to Eddie behind Evan’s head. “When the fuck does he do these things?”

“It’s gonna be a long life if you keep questioning it, man.”

Unsurprisingly, Evan loses patience with them both and they watch as he bounces through the rows of firs, scanning each one against his mental checklist before heading to the next one, occasionally shaking his head in disappointment at some imperceptible shortcoming. Tommy thinks most of the trees look pretty Christmas Tree-like, they’re tall and green; some are definitely more pleasingly shaped with wide bottoms and full tapers to the top, just begging for a star to be perched there. The smell of cut pine hangs heavily in the air and Christmas jingles cut through from a shitty speaker somewhere in the depth of the faux-forest; it almost feels like a real winter despite the balmy weather.

If he lets himself, he can almost feel the powdery crunch of snow compacting under his boots, flakes brushing his wind-bitten cheeks and nose, as he helps his dad drag a freshly felled tree back like a prize hunt. He sweats into his thick jacket despite the way his skin burns in the cold and his breath comes out in huge plumes of steam, but he refuses to slow, not when his dad has finally trusted him. Of course, when it didn’t fit and dropped needles through the house, it was his fault.

Warm fingers thread into his, bringing him back into the sunshine of Evan’s gaze.

“You okay? Looked kinda far away.”

“You have no idea,” he laughs. “So, you find the one?”

Evan grins brightly. “I mean, you guys get a say too!”

“Mhm. Show me.”

He lets himself be dragged through the identical green shapes until they stop abruptly. The tree Evan stands next to is cute; tall and full, yet not as imposing as its neighbours but still healthy and when Tommy feels the needles, they’re firm but flexible - no risk of it being naked by the time they get it home. He can picture it in the living room, filling the dead space in the corner, all dressed up and proud.

“Well? Douglas Fir are much better for-” Tommy’s mouth interrupts the end of his sentence as he kisses him firmly. When he pulls away, Evan tilts his head, his eyes bright and soft. “What was that for?”

“For being you.”

~

With their haul unpacked, they get to work figuring out how exactly to turn the house into the Santa’s Grotto of Buck’s Pinterest dreams. He stares at the stack of boxes and, for the first time, comes close to admitting that maybe he’s being a bit over-the-top. Except, Christmas is about being over-the-top; it’s about everything garish and tacky, so why not lean into? The gaudy, tinsel-covered tree of his childhood is still a bright spot in the murky waters of growing up under his parents’ trauma. Every Christmas had to be the best Christmas, as if it was the last.

That thought stings now. It all makes so much sense and it settles in Buck’s stomach like a stone, but he refuses to let it ruin this time of year. His parents aren’t here, his real family are, and making it the best Christmas ever for them is far more important than letting his sad childhood weigh him down. And he definitely won’t let Tommy wallow for another year.

Inside each storage box is a sheet detailing the contents, covered in scribbles and updates that only really make sense to Buck. Eddie remembers de-Christmassing the loft last year on a gloomy day off in January. They’d just come off a shift from hell, Buck’s arms still heavy with the weight of a dead child, and Eddie had followed him home because of course he had. The colours and sparkle mocked them as soon as they walked through the door and Buck had chucked things in haphazardly, furious at the joy, then disappeared. Eddie found the sheets and put everything away with slow, shaking hands, then stood at the foot of the stairs, listening to Buck sob, until he just left, unable to find the words to help. He wonders how differently life might’ve looked if he’d had the courage to go up the stairs, to climb into bed and wrap his arms around Buck, knowing they both wanted that.

But then would they still be here? When Tommy fell into their laps, would they still have let him in? Would they have even considered it? The relationship is still new and thrilling and completely overwhelming. He watches Tommy and Buck manoeuvre the tree into its base, two people so different, yet perfect for each other, for him. Of course, he’s not ready to say these things out loud, even if Buck knows - he’s always been able to see through what Eddie doesn’t say. Blame it on Christmas, it always makes him sappy.

“A little to the left-”

“You’ve said that four times,” Buck snaps. “It can’t go anymore left!”

“You come and look then!”

Buck huffs and storms over to stand next to Eddie. He tilts his head, takes a step back, and sighs. “A little to the left.”

Out of one of the boxes comes a red velvet tree skirt, for the needles but Tommy just stares at Evan with that look on his face.

“And you’re sure you didn’t know you were queer?”

“Shut up and make yourself useful.”

Useful means unravelling the lights and tinsel, which need to go on first (obviously) while they can still get around the whole thing. Tommy did ask why they can’t just put it on the front but the way Evan’s jaw twitched made it clear why not, so they carefully thread the wires into the branches and then the same for the tinsel. After so many years of not having anything, it already feels like a lot. Suddenly, Tommy doesn’t recognise his living room - full of cheerful twinkling lights and all of Evan’s little touches. His throat burns with unexpected tears, springing up from something that feels like love or panic.

In such a short time, Evan has turned his life upside down and sometimes it hits him. The urge to run is still there, a nagging voice that tells him Evan deserves better, that he shouldn’t expect something this good to last, and it’s especially loud in moments like this. For years, Tommy coped with his shitty childhood and shittier adulthood on his own terms, even if they were lonely and sad, and now Evan has uprooted all of that. He wants to put his foot down and tell him to get out and stop changing things, that someone like Tommy doesn’t need all of this effort, save it for someone better.

“I can do some if you need a break,” Evan says as he threads his arms around Tommy’s waist, his chin in the crook of his shoulder. “I- I know I can be a lot.”

“No- I mean, yeah, but-” Tommy sighs and leans back. “You’re good, baby, don’t worry.” He knows the silence. Evan worries, it’s what he does, whether or not you want it or think you deserve it. “Hey, should we, I dunno, wait for Chris to do the tree?”

Eddie looks up, surprised. “Nah, if you think he’s bad, you do not wanna see Chris and his popcorn to cranberry ratio. But I’ll see if there’s something he wants to add, you know, next time he comes over.”

“That’d be great,” Tommy smiles and leans to kiss Eddie.

The world grows darker as they rotate between the tree and finding homes for Evan’s endless decorations; there are meters upon meters of fairy lights, almost enough to run around the whole house, more wreaths than doors, and ceramic figurines that Eddie sets up on every surface he can find, including the bathroom window sill. They make it through two hours of Christmas music before Tommy sneaks in something slightly less festive when Evan disappears to make food and Eddie almost gets on his knees right then in gratitude.

At some point, Eddie finds himself alone on the couch, gaze fixed on the dancing lights but his tired brain elsewhere. He texts Chris and when he doesn’t reply, he follows up with Pepa, even though it means the inevitable questions about what he’s been up to and with who. Although, he’s 90% sure that she’s eager to have a moody teenager over so she can grill Chris for information about his unusual situation, but he’s been so nonchalant about the whole thing that she might as well talk to a brick wall for all he notices.

Eventually, they’ll have to talk, really talk, and get it all out. They’ll have to figure out what this means and where they go from here - maybe they can wait until Chris goes to college (a panic-inducing idea) before anything needs to change. Maybe.

“Try this,” Buck’s voice brings him back to the present. He drops heavily next to Eddie as close as he can without sitting in his lap, which Eddie suspects is what he actually wants.

He sips from the bottle without asking and immediately regrets it. “What the fuck is that?”

“Dandelion and burdock, sounded festive.”

“Tastes like ass,” Eddie shivers.

“Thought you love how my ass tastes,” Buck tilts his head playfully, earning himself a bitchy glare. Eddie’s cheeks still pink when they talk like this and it drives Buck crazy. He nudges Eddie until he leans back, giving Buck room to swing his legs over Eddie’s thighs, slotting into his lap like he belongs there.

Because he does. It’s still thrilling that he gets this, that the fluttering in his stomach can be acted upon, not just swallowed down with a tight smile. When he wants to kiss the pink off of Eddie’s face, he can. His boyfriend is solid and warm under him, his hands on Buck’s hips, thumbs hooked into the loops of his jeans with just enough pressure to make him aware of their presence. In the warm light of the tree, Eddie’s skin glows, his eyes dark and playful.

“Oh, wh- what’s this?” Buck says before pulling a sprig of mistletoe from his back pocket and holding it over their heads.

“God, you’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Are you saying you don’t want to kiss me?” Buck brushes his nose against Eddie’s, teasing their lips together as he rolls his hips until Eddie’s hands grip him tighter. Two days of stubble scratch back at him as he kisses along his jaw and onto his throat, Eddie’s head tilting back instinctively, giving Buck more space, inviting him to get his teeth on the soft skin. “Because from where I’m standing-”

His mouth is captured in a biting kiss, Eddie’s hand in his curls holding him tight as they fall into each other, all tongues and soft hums in the quiet. The art of making out was never lost on Eddie, but making out with Buck is something else entirely, something he could do forever. Even as he feels himself heating up under Buck’s grinding hips, there’s no rush for more.

Until they feel someone lean against the back of the sofa.

“Hey,” Buck grins, lips and cheeks pink.

“Don’t mind me,” Tommy smirks. “By all means, carry on.”

Buck reaches over and pulls Tommy down by the front of his shirt and holds the mistletoe up. “Huh, guess it’s your turn.”

They kiss messily, Tommy leant over the sofa and Eddie watching their tongues slide over each other with a desire that still surprises him. He’d never wanted to see his partners kiss someone else before, but then he’d never watched two people he wanted to fuck make out before. Those excruciating early months when he fought the guilt every time they kissed in front of him and he didn’t want to look away, how he had tracked every moment of affection, every touch, his heart in his throat when he interrupted something. Now they kiss hoping he’ll see. The things he’s watched them do to each other still make him blush.

Tommy settles next to them on the couch, his arm thrown behind Eddie’s head. “Oh, look at that.”

The mistletoe dangles just inches above Eddie’s head and he rolls his eyes but accepts a slow kiss from Tommy and then from Buck. Slowly, Tommy lowers his hand, first to Eddie’s jaw, then his neck, their mouths following suit, pressing against his skin.

“Mmm, off,” Tommy orders as he tugs at Eddie’s shirt, six hands making quick work of getting rid of it. “Much better.”

They kiss along his throat and collarbone, onto his pecs. Buck pauses at the gunshot scar, tracing it with his tongue, while Tommy teases his nipple, rolling it until hard.

“Ah!” Eddie protests when they find the ticklish spots on his ribs, but it’s half-hearted, his arms still firm around each of them. Soft lips are replaced with sharp teeth, pinches of pain that bloom brightly on the edge of pleasure. He squirms under their attention, his brain scrambling to keep up with the hands and mouths on his skin.

Buck takes the green leaves and tucks the stem into Eddie’s waistband, his grin too adorable for Eddie to do more than roll his eyes at. Someone undoes his jeans, someone tugs on them until he lifts his hips, someone kisses his thighs, someone mouths at the front of his underwear, hot, wet breath through the soft material. His cock jerks and fills as he teased; his boyfriends are attentive, generous, and quick learners, but it means he has no hope of keeping it together for long when they choose to undo him.

It’s Buck who takes Eddie out of his underwear, stroking him to full attention with a firm grip as he watches Eddie’s wide pupils stare down at him. Tommy’s hand joins Buck’s, working him in tandem until his chest rises rapidly, fingers twisting against their scalps.

“Isn’t he pretty?” Tommy coos.

“Looks good enough to eat,” Buck agrees, leaning down to lap at the head of his cock. “Just wait until he comes.”

Their tongues meet around him, he’s surrounded by the hot, wet suction, the way they work the sensitive spots just right. “Shit-”

Buck pulls away to let Tommy swallow him down, stroking himself and watching greedily as he buries his nose in the dark curls. He’s still better at this than Buck, breathing steadily through his nose, it’s hypnotic to watch, almost as hot as having Tommy’s mouth on his own dick. Eddie writhes, his hips stuttering as he fights the urge to thrust. A pink flush spreads from his chest up his neck and Buck runs his tongue over the hot skin, lapping at his nipple until Eddie whines.

“That’s it, baby. Let us hear you.”

“Fuck, c’mere,” he pulls Buck to his mouth and kisses him hard. His hand wraps around his cock and Buck groans appreciatively. It’s an awkward angle but seeing Buck’s lips part with pleasure, feeling him hot and hard in his hand, it goes straight to his dick. “I’m so c-”

Eddie spills down Tommy’s throat with a strangled moan, his face buried in Buck’s neck until the last wave of pleasure crashes and subsides. Beside him, Buck works himself through the sounds of Eddie’s orgasm, his own peaking suddenly and he comes across Eddie’s chest messily.

“Shit that was hot,” he pants, taking in the sight of Eddie, flushed and marked up.

On his other side, Tommy strokes himself slowly; he swipes a thumb through the mess and licks up Buck’s spend. “Want some more, sweetheart?”

“Fuck, y- yes, please.”

“God, look at you two. So fucking lucky.” It doesn’t take long for him to rush to the edge and he comes hard, hips stuttering as he paints Eddie’s abs with a low groan. “Fuuck.”

Whoever’s t-shirt happens to be within Tommy’s reach is sacrificed to clean up duty before they collapse. They lie in a boneless pile, none of them fussed about turning the TV on, so they just watch the light cycle. Time stands still around them, curled into each other, just the sounds of their breathing growing heavier and slower. If Tommy doesn’t get up right after an orgasm, he’s done for and sleeping on the couch is never a good idea, but the thought of moving away from the warmth of the others is inconceivable, so he accepts his fate. But honestly, a tight back is worth this; Evan’s long limbs splayed across his, Eddie’s fingers in his hair, all utterly content.

“Thanks,” Tommy whispers, almost too quiet for them to hear. “I- You’re right, this is better.”

Suddenly, Evan sits up. “Wait, the thing! Your secret thing. Where is it?”

“Fuck’s sake, wait here,” he untangles himself from the heavy limbs of his boyfriends and finds the shopping bag he tucked away in a drawer. “Okay, you promise not to laugh?”

Evan’s eyes widen with excitement. “You gotta show us now.”

With a big sigh, Tommy pulls out the box and plugs the sign in. It glows with bright, gaudy colours and reads: May Your Christmases Be Gay

“Holy shit,” Eddie laughs, getting up and throwing his arm around Tommy. “How did you even find that.”

“Oh, this is so going on the front door,” Evan bounds up to him, his face illuminated by the rainbow lights.

“Yeah? Not, you know, too much?”

“Never. Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas.”

[siriusblackdevotee]

i love ur brain and ships so much like its so refreshing to see a multishipper who actually multiships because i have missed seeing it

On that note can i get like a list of your fav rarepairs and i mean like would NEVER interact in canon but theyre still your babies type?

AAAHH thank you!! I love seeing people enjoy my rambles!!

okay so rarepairs and would never interact in canon, so not even potentially im assuming? Bitchkiller wouldn't count in this case as there's a chance Sirius and Barty could have interacted during their time in Azkaban, right? So like that?

As I'm writing this, I realize I have way too many so I'll just, spit them all out and later rank it while crying. The first few are my ABSOLUTE favorites (because it has Sirius).

Sirius x Voldemort/Tom

Metalomagnetic has some phenomenal fics on this ship, please check them out if you're interested!! perhaps this doesn't count either because Sirius and Voldy could have interacted during Sirius' prime time as an order of the Phoenix member? It's up to you whether you want to count it or not.

Sirius x Barty x Evan

Starosekiller? Bitchkillerose? I mean yeah included bitchkiller but with Evan added in, surely it doesn't count? Rosekiller whose sex life is getting boring and needs a third, and then boom, Sirius is there, Regulus's hot older brother? Or we could go into the moral dilemma way? Sirius is like, why the fuck am I fucking my little brother's best friends who are Death eaters oh my god I'm so fucking pathetic but he keeps going back because seeing, hearing and feeling rosekiller basically worship him strokes his ego and validates his ugliness, making him feel good. Rosekillers goal is we know you're fucked up just like we are and we're gonna rip you from your high moral grounds and drag you down to hell with us, effectively poisoning him

Sirius x Rabastan Lestrange

They're just arrogant, rich boys fucking while their family is downstairs arguing political shit or whatever. Rabastan is older and he introduced Sirius to the world of gay sex. See, nothing bad!

Sirius x Greyback

Listen. It's a guilty pleasure. This isn't my fault. If Greyback was just a Chill Guy, I think he'd be similar to some fanon Remus characterizations. I haven't read the books, it seems like they'd interact but to my knowledge, they haven't right? Anyways, Sirius is a sacrifice, an offering, a bride if you will and Greyback is the monster. So you know....

Rosestar

Ignoring the headcanon that they're basically related (by marriage at least), they met at those pure blood parties (definitely not because they're related, mutual friends) and Evan immediately developed a crush on Sirius. Trust me, Regulus heard way too much. It was one sided for a while because Sirius really saw him as just some kid until Evan was actually growing taller.

Because I'm Sirius centric af, here's some more rarepairs that I LOVE but unfortunately do not count because Sirius interacted with them. Kingsley x Sirius, Sirius x Lucius, Sirius x Hagrid, Sirius x Dorcas, Saintstar (does jilypad, lilypad, prongsfoot, snirius count as rarepairs? On that note, wtf is Sirius x Severus x Remus called??)

BartyLily and Roadkill (James x Barty)!!

Separately or even a throuple. I don't think it's possible for them to have interacted in canon? I mean besides like, fighting each other during the war but Barty's identity would be hidden so is it really interaction?

James x Voldy/Tom

Is this a safe place for me to say roadkill fits them better than Barty x James? I know they interacted so they don't count either but pleaseee....I read one fanfic of this ship I think and I was open to it ever since. If it wasn't obvious, it's literal embodiment of the sun x Voldemort. But you know I was thinking...what if James was away and Lily dies (im so sorry Jily, you will be loved) protecting Harry so he comes back to his wife literally dead, Voldemort also dead, his baby crying. Then Harry's life goes on as usual, Voldemort is revived, James rejoins the order. Here, he gets kidnapped along with his son, Voldemort realizes he doesn't actually have to kill Harry so he just...keeps them around, still kidnapped. And then shit gets weirdly domestic because Voldemort has like, no reason to kill them so he's not being antagonistic anymore. So he's like, nice. And then cue James going through a moral dilemma because this is the guy who literally killed his wife. And anyways I'm rambling.

Severus x Regulus

Fanon regulus and canon Severus is basically the same person (regulus is privileged tho) and we all need to admit it. Regulus is a girlboss boyloser and Severus is a boyloser girlboss. Hence why I think they should bone. Spying against Voldemort together?? Essentially carrying the fate of the wizarding world on their backs?? Yeah they should kiss. They've definitely never interacted, Regulus died lol.

Mary x Dorcas

You know Nanami x princess Tiana? (Is that her name, I never watched it) So like, experienced Auror/Cop Dorcas, completely tired and desensitized because she keeps seeing the horrors of war, but she frequents this muggle bakery because the pastries there are quite literally the only thing keeping her humane. Mary the owner of the business is touched, she has a loyal customer that is always complimenting her bakery skills and she loves seeing her food literally bring someone back to life. Maybe at some point Dorcas realizes how cute Mary is or Mary realizes how hot Dorcas is. Also age gap. Dorcas has to be above 30. To my knowledge, they've never interacted right?

Barty x Voldemort

I don't actively ship them but...what can I say, daddy issues is daddy issuing...(It's hilarious)

Moonkiller

A lovely mutual introduced me to Barty x Remus. Their fathers work in the ministry or something so they could be childhood friends and I just fuck with it HEAVY.

Naricssa x Mrs. Zabini

I JUST REMEMBERED. Also introduced to me by the same mutual. This is hot, older, evil women core. I want them to fuck as well. Slight age gap? Or similar ages? They're BOTH cheating on their respective husbands. They say play dates for their kids, I say they're FUCKING. Bonus points if their husbands know about the affair but help keep it under wraps because of their reputation. But also like, they get it. You know what, throuple time, squad time?

Dorcas x Naricssa

I don't even know what this ship is. Naricssa is absolutely cheating on Lucius with her lol. They're both hot, older, strong woman. Dorcas doesn't know Naricssa is married to a death eater, Naricssa doesn't know Dorcas is basically an undercover cop. Will they break up? Will Naricssa help Dorcas? Will Dorcas cover her and her family? Hmm...

Bellatrix x Voldemort x Barty

This was meant to be just Barty x Bellatrix because hot lunatic girlboss x hot lunatic boytoy. But also Barty loves having such a respected, powerful Death Eater's attention and he's hella obedient, freaky both sexually and criminally so Bellatrix is into that. And then I realized both of them are Voldy's most capable henchmen so like, now I want them to share him whenever missions turn out very successfully. As a reward. Is Bellamort evil prongsfoot?

Moonwater/Quillkiller

There's no chance they could interact in canon but is it a rarepair anymore? I don't think I have to explain what's so attractive about this ship. Up to you if you want to count it in or not.

Moonrose

Evan and Remus are insecure little shits, the least coolest in their respective friend groups (in their eyes) I rambled about them a little bit here.

Andromeda stays untouched with Ted, I fear they are way too goated for a canon straight couple. I want all the hot rich ladies to cheat on their hot rich husbands and then those hot rich husbands would be okay with it cause they are submissive like that. I promise you, Lucius, Mr.Zabini and Rodolophus are ok with the cheating.

This took me an entire day because my head is an absolute mess, I'm knocked out from my exams. Sorry anon for the late response!!

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

(I have no idea what the text limit is on these things. I hope this edges all of you, you funny horny crazy wonderful douchebags <3 I love you all. Thank u for being here <3 ~ Belgianon)

The metro was absolutely packed. Normally, Evan would end up feeling claustrophobic and Amelia would get irritated with the expat lack of personal boundaries. This time, Amelia used the chance to press her back against Evan’s front, holding onto the dangling handles and bracing her core so she was solid. Evan responded in kind, pulling her hips back against his, using her for balance… and to hide the awful tightness that had grown in his jeans, a tightness he was trying desperately not to think about as the metro train rocked. Amelia couldn’t help but chuckle when he fell a little, whining against her neck.

Thank god most of the other passengers around them had headphones in… because gods, the noises he made…

At their stop, it was Amelia’s turn to drag them both from the metro train and up an endlessly long flight of stairs, straight out into the much more relaxed Merode area. Practically running down the hill towards Amelia’s apartment (tucked away down a gorgeous side street), Evan tried thinking of everything he could to keep his cool.

He was not going to waste this first time. It had been fucking brewing up long enough, the tension between them both unchecked by paps chasing them around, or angry antsy fans who thought they had a chance with either of them… he wasn’t going to waste it by coming in his pants halfway to her place.

Kate Winslet hacking up phlegm that one time on set when she had the end of a cold…

That did it.

They reached Amelia’s apartment building, and she buzzed them in. And then, she stopped to check her fucking post!!!

“Ames… please… the mail can wait…”

“Hmm… can ‘the male’ wait?” she asked, leafing through the three letters she’d received: a Delhaize coupon card, a letter from her health insurance, and a junk mail. Evan turned her around and slammed her against the wall, pinning her wrist holding the mail down too.

“No,” he growled, his brown eyes so dark as they bored into hers. “The male can’t fucking wait.” Amelia couldn’t stop the little whimper that came from her lips. Evan attacked her throat. “And if I have to wait longer…” he murmured, between kisses that sent heat both skyrocketing to Amelia’s face, and straight down to her cunt. “I’ll make sure you can’t fucking walk tomorrow…”

“Hmm,” Amelia breathed. “Then maybe I should grab some milk before we head inside…”

Evan snapped. He threw the post back into the letterbox and took the keys from her hand. With a gorgeous amount of strength and dexterity, he picked Amelia up and carried her fireman-style into the lobby, unlocking the door. Amelia couldn’t stop laughing as he hauled her ass into the tiny elevator and pressed for her floor, his thumb tracing circles right on the growing wet patch on her jeans.

“And you wanted to go and get milk,” he murmured, pressing the wet spot. Amelia cried out. “For shame…”

“You said you’d make sure I couldn’t walk tomorrow!” Amelia breathed as Evan stepped out of the lift and let them both into her apartment.

“That’s still on the table.”

Door closed.

“Is it a promise?”

Evan dropped her, pinning her against the wall with his hips.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“Because I just want you to know that it’s disgustingly unfair of you to promise me that… and then not make good on it…” Amelia looped her arms around his neck.

“You’re fucking gorgeous when you’re being all shy and sexy…”

“Oh, I’m wildly aware you’re going to fuck a tomato.”

“Eh… beet…”

“Is that another promise?”

Evan attacked Amelia’s mouth. In truth, he’d thought her shy and contained, maybe a little bit into him… not this! Not stepping over clear boundaries she’d put in place over the years that had kept her away from the world of relationships and sex. She’d had her own traumas, just like he had. But there she was, putting it all on the line for him. Beet-coloured cheeks be damned.

It didn’t take too long for that embarrassment to melt away under Evan’s touch as he pulled her clothes from her, leaving her in her underwear. And that wet patch that had been in her jeans had soaked entirely through the lace front of her panties.

“You haven’t left me much to do here,” Evan murmured, sliding a finger behind the lace and stroking her softly.

“Fuck!” Amelia cried out, her head hitting the wall. Evan chuckled, the sound a growl in his chest.

“Pity… I was hoping to show you how well I speak French.” His finger still circled her clit, making her legs tremble. Before she could warn him not to, since she was so close, he slid two fingers into her, and she came hard on them, biting the soft fabric of his t-shirt. “Look at you,” he murmured, stroking her hair. He still held her up. “What a little mess you are…”

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Amelia breathed, looking up at him. She was glowing, but this time, not from being cherry red. Her own eyes matched his.

“Oh, darling… you’ve no fucking clue.”

Evan picked her up again, carrying her through to the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed and stripped his own shirt off, revealing muscles he’d been working on purely because Amelia had him boxing. Lean, healthy muscle. Amelia’s eyes roamed over him, and she bit her lip. But Evan didn’t give her much time to look. He dropped his jeans and boxers and crawled over her, stealing her mouth again, covering her body with his. It was intimate, sensual almost… and after the assault with his fingers had left her a little raw, it felt almost overwhelming. Evan, too, felt something he’d never actually felt before. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t think about much else as Amelia reached down with a trembling hand and started to stroke him gently, making him bite down lightly on her shoulder.

Evan grabbed her leg and pulled it around his waist. He almost lost himself immediately as he pushed into her smoothly – since she was already dripping like a waterfall for him, no resistance at all. Sure, half the fun was warming her up, but that had happened on the metro. Amelia held his face, kissing him softly.

“I know I said what I s-said,” she whispered. “But be gentle?” Evan rolled his hips a little, catching her in all the right spots. Amelia’s eyes rolled back, and she arched her back as much as she could against him.

“Sure about that?” he purred, nipping her jaw. He didn’t wait for her reply. He slammed his hips into hers, reaching some delicious spot inside her that made her clench around him. “Fuuuuuck, Amelia!” he cried out. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” He watched as Amelia took his hand, feeling his balls tighten just a fraction more as she slid that hand around her throat, a desperate glint in her eyes. Evan ran his thumb along the protruding artery in her throat, his thrusts becoming a little sloppier as he squeezed her throat lightly, then a little more when she grinned.

“Yes!” Amelia cried, tangling her fingers into his curls. Evan couldn’t hold it anymore. With the absolute messiest of thrusts that barely did anything, his body snapped, and he filled her, pushing his face into the pillow beside her head.

“Fuuuuck,” he yelled, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Ev-an, move,” Amelia breathed. “P-please, baby…”  Evan lifted his head, the bravado from earlier gone as he ground his hips against hers as much as he could. “Fingers- “

“No,” Evan murmured, kissing her softly. “My dick, or nothing…” Amelia clung to him, eyes huge. “C-come on, baby… come for me, darling…” a little nip on her throat, a squeeze of her ass, and a final, single roll of his hips against hers, and Amelia let out a long cry into his chest, gripping him. It was almost enough to make him come again, but he was already spent.

“Fuck you,” Amelia breathed, eyes closed. “That was amazing…”

“It’s a shame you guys don’t have Gatorade here,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “I can go for days on that stuff…”

“Eh… I might need a few minutes…”

you icon, you’re right on time!! 🙏🏼

[film-in-my-soul]

For your top 5 (or 10) fandoms who is your fave for each and why do you love them?

Oh god, that's a tough ask but boy howdy and I'm glad you said (or 10) cause honestly top 5??? Ooof.

This is gonna be a mix of new and old fandoms since, honestly, I feel like I've been part of so many TT^TT

1. Top Gun - Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

What can I say? His mustache and terrible fashion sense compel me (not me wishing my wardrobe was his). But on a more serious note, I just love how he is with Carole and Bradley. He's also Mav's rock; the comedic support and his vibes are just immaculate. He's very "man written by a woman" energy, a complete dork, and I love him.

2. Top Gun: Maverick - Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Am I splitting hairs calling these two different fandoms? Maybe. Do I care? No. Because Ice needed to be on this list. I love him. I mean, look at that smile? Also, I think Ice is just one of these characters that everyone likes to paint as super serious, and I just??? Did this man not snap his teeth in a show of aggression? He's got a petty streak a mile long and knows how to keep up with Maverick verbally and in the air. He's got the range, and I love digging into him. Also also, it's Val Kilmer.

3. Six of Crows - Kaz Brekker

This one was hard cause I could have pulled another above and separated book from the show, but for the purposes of variety, I will stick with the book on this (if it was the show, it would be Jesper). I love my fictional men a little deranged and willing to burn the world down for the people they love. Kaz is honestly the epitome of that, even if he's very stupid about it. I genuinely love his character. He's unapologetically a bastard and self-aware enough to admit it without finding too much fault in himself. He's got depth and violence, and I love that.

4. 9-1-1 (TV) - Evan "Buck" Buckley

Buck is such a great character, and even after 6 seasons, he's still growing and coming into himself. He starts at such an interesting place as this earnest but dumb jock-headed fuckboy, and we get to watch him come to terms with himself, his struggle with intimacy and romance, and even now with his self-worth. I think Buck so easily could have been a stereotypical ego-driven character, but he's balanced on this knife's edge of cocky and sensitive, just wanting to do well for the people around him, that he's honestly very compelling.

5. Stargate: Atlantis - Carson Beckett

Carson TT^TT (if you know, you know). Look. I've got a thing for sensitive characters, and Carson is great. He's also a character that grows out of his cowardice and fear, and I love that for him. He's a bit of comic relief and a good mix of level-headed and completely done that balances out Sheppard's more boyish energy and McKay's snappish ego.

6. Supernatural - Gabriel/The Trickster

He's goofy, damaged, and makes it so sexual predators get eaten by sewer gators? Ummm? Yes. Gabriel could have been just a one-off character, monster of the week, but bringing him into the story at large and giving him this anger and hurt over the situation he can't control and thus, takes it on himself to force others into so they might feel like he does? I eat that shit up. He's not just this comic relief relatable angel, there are these brilliant moments with him that are just filled with depth, and I honestly can't get enough.

7. Beyond Evil (괴물) - Lee Dong Sik

Please see above with Kaz Brekker and my love for slightly deranged characters. Dong Sik is this seemingly confident character who is always 1 step ahead, always thinking, and quick on the draw with his quips. He toes the line of "am I crazy or just that much smarter than you" and fuck if it doesn't work. But fundamentally, he is damaged and traumatized, and when we get to see that? Witness the broken man beneath the facade of control? It's as beautiful as it is devastating.

8. Law & Order: SVU - Rafael Barba

God, never has a character had a better introduction to a series, in my opinion, than Barba. I mean... he literally let a sexual sadist choke him out in court with his own tie, I- christ above he's great. Dry humor, whip-smart, but not infallible. He's fun and funny in an interesting way, and there's just something about how sharp he is that's so great.

9. Star Trek (2009) - Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Southern, snark, and unofficial James T. Kirk brat handler? What's not to love. Also, sorry OG Star Trek, but Karl Urban wins this one. That being said, of all the remake characters, no one embodies the original well as Karl Urban does, so I could have swapped him with DeForest Kelly, and my reasons would still be the same. The sass and attitude are just so great. He's grounded and witty and a fucking joy on screen.

10. Underworld - Selene

She is iconic, and I would let her step on me. But also, as a character, I just really fucking love her? She's a badass, plain and simple, she honestly does what she wants and looks hot doing it, but more than that, I really appreciate her as someone who is distinctly cold and detached from the world and the people around her, but finds love that doesn't change her as a character, just elevates and encourages her choices. Her falling in love with Michael doesn't suddenly make her a ray of sunshine; it just gives her something more important to fight for than what she grew up believing she had to.

~

This was a lot of fun anon! Thank you for sending this in to me :3

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

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Chapter 37 - Caught in the rain. Episode 3.

Andy: Relax will you? I'm the one who will give it to you, not Evan! He chuckled hoarse and pointed his tongue at me

Congo: I chuckled softly Andy, I'm not sure Evan is comfortable laying next to me while I am getting a blowjob.

Andy: As long as we hide your monster dick under the blanket where he can't see it I'm sure he will be fine. He just wants to be close to us, that's all. I will give you a blowjob and once we're done, I can finish him unless he fell asleep in the mean time. Don't you look at me like that Congo! This time it was not my idea he pointed his tongue at me cheekily and nodded at Evan HE came up with it, not me!

Congo: I looked at Evan questioning, and he nodded softly

Andy: Come onnnn!! He pulled the elastics of my boxers a bit harder You deserve this after this chaotic evening!

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Congo: I do, don't I? I chuckled softly and crawled in between them, settling in under the blanket, and just as I got comfortable, Andy disappeared under the blanket, quickly locking his lips around my dick

Andy: He moaned softly, and I couldn't help but look in Evans direction to check if he really was okay with it all. He was now laying on his back, yawning as he was trying to watch the movie, but his eyes clearly getting too tired to fully follow. Andy moaned again softly as he swallowed my dick whole, and I couldn't help but moan too. It was just what I needed… finally! He moaned again and gagged softly as I started growing Oh god you're so big!

Congo: I moaned softly and looked in Evan's direction, wishing Andy would just for once keep it at moaning, but Evans eyes were now closed, and I wondered if he already fell asleep. My thoughts got interrupted as Andy gagged again. Oh god! I lifted the blanket and peeked at him, moaning deeply as I saw my dick glide in and out of his hungry mouth Mmm yes… please don't stop. I slowly let the blanket fall down again and arched my back lightly, reaching further down his throat, making him gag again. I loved the cute gag sounds he would make, and to be honest, it turned me on madly! I moaned deep as I felt him sucking the tip of my dick as if he wanted to suck all the build up cum out of it in one go. I felt light headed and hot in my whole body, but suddenly I also felt Evan's hand on mine, dragging my hand over to him. I looked up at him with questioning eyes as I watched him drag my hand under the blanket and lock it around his boner Evan my voice was hoarse and husky

Evan: He moaned softly and started jerking himself with my hand

Congo: I bit my lips hard and moaned deep Evan… I have reached way over my limit for today…. please….

Evan: He slowly let go of my hand But… I want…

Congo: I quickly pushed Andy's head away, and turned around fast, grabbing Evan's back head as I leaned in and kissed him greedy

Andy: What the?? I felt him fumble around behind me in bed wha?? FUCK YEAH!!!

Evan: He moaned rather surprised and placed a hand on my hand on his cheek, to my surprise kissing me back

Andy: Akin… uh… those leaves you put on Evans hip… yeah… uhu… yeah, I he laughed out loud into his cellphone yeah I thought they looked the same as the ones you used on me laughed loudly again Yeahh… I would say they are kicking in about now he chuckled hoarse a little heads up would have been nice though. Alright… I'll send my regards…. see you tomorrow… oh, and Akin…. thanks he chuckled hoarse and hung up the phone Evan is high as fuck! Obviously! Chuckled hoarse

Congo: I grunted deep and quickly pulled back No… I can't do this, it just isn't right.

Evan: Grabbed on to my upper arm tight and forced me back down in the bed No…. sex…. his voice was hot and steamy But… I can…

Congo: Evan, I love you too much. You don't even know what's up or down right now.

Andy: Whimpered behind me Come on!

Congo: No Andy! My limits has really been stretched tonight!

Andy: He just wouldn't take no for an answer as he roughly pulled me down in bed… so rough my hand kinda landed on Evan's hip, making him groan slightly from pain Sorry Evan!

Evan: Sighed softly

Congo: I didn't get to struggle before Andy had already swallowed my dick again, making me moan loud as he also decided to add a finger to the pleasure, sliding it right inside me, twirling it wildly. I moaned out loud and felt ready to cum as he put a light pressure on my prostate

Andy: He moaned deep and slid my dick out of his mouth I'm gonna make absolutely sure you're relaxed for tomorrow, just enjoy the ride! Before I could get to say or do anything, he had already added two more fingers, stretching me and milking my dick with his free hand while licking and sucking my balls

Congo: I moaned out loud and long, digging my fingers into the mattress as I moaned another time. And as I caught a glimpse of Evans boner under the blanket it all once again became too much, so I roughly pulled the blanket down, grabbed his dick, and let go of all restraints and locked my lips around it. He moaned out loud, partially in surprise I think, but quickly fumbled to find my shoulder, digging his fingers deep into my skin. So I hungry swallowed the rest of him, moaning deep as I felt him reach into my throat. It was rock hard, straight, perfect and with just as soft skin as Andy's. They were almost identical, so of course I wanted more right away! I felt his other hand dig into my hair as he moaned deep, followed by a deep moan from Andy as he seemed to notice what was happening in front of him.

Andy: He quickly crawled on top of me and before I could get to think, he was already lowering himself over my dick, grabbing my free hand, locking it around his dick as he started riding me. He moaned out loud and looked down at us with hungry, exited eyes Fuck this is so fucking hot!!! I never even dared to dream of this!!! He moaned loudly as he moved himself from side to side, stirring his soft warm insides with my dick

Congo: I moaned loud, and started sucking Evan greedy, grabbing on to his good hip, turning him slightly to get better access, but not so much it would put too much pressure on the bad hip. He moaned deep and long and as if I wasn't already as surprised as I could possible be, he started moving lightly back and forwards, helping me get him further down my throat. I gagged mildly and dug my fingers into his butt cheeks, enjoying the taste of him, feeling ready to explode. And then, I felt Andy slide something inside of me… a big vibrating dildo, on full power!! I almost bit Evan, that's how much it startled me! But instead I released a loud roar as I came with a big explosion!

Evan: Moaned loud and dug both his hands into my hair, fucking my throat harder, making me gag several times

Andy: OH FUCK YEAHHHH!!!!! FUCKING SHIIIIIT!!!! He came with a loud moan, squirting so hard he reached both of us

Evan: Moaned loudly Fuck me! His voice was hoarse and almost a whisper Andy!!!

Andy: He quickly got off me and grabbed Evan's ass, pushing himself inside him with no warning, making Evan yelp out loud

Congo: I coughed as Evan's dick got shoved down my throat, and just as I pulled back to try to tell Andy to slow down, Evan came in my mouth, making me cough again, in surprise. I swallowed deep and let go of him, gliding him out of my mouth, and quickly got the dildo out of myself, throwing it somewhere on the floor as I dragged myself closer to Evan's face, grabbing on to his jaw as I kissed him passionately, moaning deeply as he kissed me back in the same way, I felt Andy reach forwards and grab on to my dick, stroking it fiercely

Andy: Cum on him!

Evan: Moaned loudly as Andy started pounding him fiercely

Congo: My hands quickly found their way to his dick again, stroking him firmly, feeling his moans in my mouth, his tongue dancing against mine. God I had never even thought about him this way, and now it was happening! It was out of my control. I moaned loud and pushed my body closer to his, but still without getting my dick near enough to touch him, not even with Andy pulling it in all kinds of directions

Evan: He moaned loud and long in my mouth as he came, panting as he stopped kissing me and leaned his forehead against mine

Andy: He grunted loudly and gave Evan a last rough pound as he came with a loud roar

Evan: He moaned loud at the last pound, and pulled my hair slightly from the impact, slowly opening his eyes after panting a few seconds Thank you continued panting for air

Congo: I panted softly as well, and suddenly without warning I came, feeling Andy loosing his grip on my dick right away

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Andy: I'm sorry Evan… I forgot to stop! He looked at Evan with a small chuckle as Evan now was covered in my cum

Evan: Chuckled softly and hid his face against my shoulder, clearly getting shy

Andy: Come here He quickly lifted Evan and carried him to the nearby bathroom, a room Andy normally claimed made him anxious, so he always chose the second bathroom downstairs.

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Congo: I could hear one of the shower cabins getting turned on, and slowly got out of bed, making my way to the bathroom, and as I walked in, Evan was already pressed against the cabin wall, with his face against the tiles, Andy slowly fucking him from behind. I moaned softly at the look of them, feeling myself getting hard again, so I made my way into the cabin, that was way smaller than the one in the second bathroom, this one almost being too small for the 3 of us. I planted a few loving kisses on Andy's shoulders, sucking a bit of hot water of his body along the way, loving the feeling of his wet skin.

Evan: Moaned softly and grabbed on to the pipes on the wall, arching his back, so for a few seconds a little pool of water gathered just above his butt. It was quite a sight, observing Andy gliding in and out of him, soft, loving, and so I slowly let myself slip back inside Andy, making sure to be gentle so Evan wouldn't feel like I would be the one inside him

Andy: He moaned loud and bend and arm backwards grabbing on to my back head as he turned his face and started French kissing me deeply

Evan: His moans grew more rapid.. small gaspy moans as I couldn't prevent myself from moving a bit stronger inside Andy. He turned his head, looked at me with drowsy blurry eyes, and blushed deep red, studdering the words between moans f-fuck m-me!

Congo: I leaned forwards a bit and grabbed onto his other hand that was placed against the wall, braiding my fingers with his, as I put a bit more pressure in my movements. With my other hand I grabbed Andy's free hand, leading it forwards and locking it around Evan's dick Touch him…. I planted a few butterfly kisses on Andy's shoulders, moaning softly on his skin I can't take much more…

Andy: Moaned deep Yeah… me too…

Evan: He moaned hoarse, and I guessed he was about finished too as I noticed he at this point actually was drooling, and once again he had me questioning if he was even still with us. But then he mumbled my name and squeezed my hand

Congo: I'm right here my voice was soft and warm

Evan: I…. moaned softly let me… moaned almost whimpering feel you…

Congo: I moaned deep and sunk my teeth into Andy's shoulder not to roar out loud, and without a warning I started pounding Andy roughly, observing Evan's face as his eyes opened wide and he moaned out loud and hoarse till his voice ran out of sound and he started coughing, pressing his face against the tiles. I groaned loudly as I felt myself cum inside Andy, and just as I did, I felt Andy twitch as he came inside Evan. And just as so, I heard Evan whimper softly, and I looked at the shower floor, just in time to see his cum wash down the drain.

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And then, I leaned tight against them, grabbing a hold of each of them as their legs turned wobbly. I chuckled softly I can't carry both of you… at least not at the same time. Andy… help me get Evan down on the floor, I will carry you to bed first, and come back for him.

Andy: He nodded softly and supported Evan to sit on the floor, then he wrapped his arms around my neck, kissing my nose Thank you! That was beyond amazing!

Congo: I chuckled softly Let's get you to bed huh? As I had dried off Andy and tucked him into bed, I returned to Evan, he was curled up in a corner of the shower cabin, so naturally I feared the worst. I kneeled down in front of him and placed my hands gently on his knees, caressing them softly Evan… are you okay?

Evan: Pointed at the water, and just as he did, some of it splashed on me, it was freezing cold!

Congo: I gasped and quickly reached up, and turned it a few times to make it hotter

Evan: Stuttered as he spoke I co-couldn't rr-rrr-reach it!

Congo: I chuckled warmly I'm so sorry! That must have been torture! Come here… I grabbed both his hands and dragged him up, slowly backing him against the wall, all the way under the water that now was hot and cozy Is this better?… we better get some heat in you again before we go join Andy, hm?

Evan: He nodded softly and sniffled his nose I'm f-ffucking frozen! He tried chuckling, but it quickly turned into a light coughing, and then into a soft sobbing, as he quickly hid his face at my shoulder I'm sorry.

Congo: I planted a light kiss on his hair, wrapping my arms tight around him It's okay, it's okay…

Evan: He shook his head lightly I'm sorry, It's all just a bit overwhelming.

Congo: I nodded softly I understand, alright? We went pretty far tonight, and I think maybe it was a little too far, too fast. I planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, then felt his lips soft on mine. I paused, but quickly gave in as he kept kissing me, his tongue starting to find it's way to mine, searching, exploring, once in a while he sighed in my mouth, but then I felt it, and quickly pulled away Please stop!

Evan: Looked at me confused

Congo: I quickly turned off the water, and in same movement grabbed a towel wrapping it around my waist, quickly finding another towel which I held in front of me to cover the fact that I was starting to get hard I'm sorry… I just… natural reaction I pointed towards my groin area and sighed softly I just wanna spare you for that.

Evan: Nodded and chuckled softly Thank you.

Congo: I smiled softly It's probably for the best anyway if we stop this now and return to Andy, hm?

Evan: He nodded softly and smiled as I wrapped a towel around his shoulders, planting a soft kiss on his forehead I think I can walk again… he looked at me a bit anxious and nodded towards the tv room. I don't like this room much either… I guess Andy affected me…

Congo: I smiled softly Yeah, he has a habit of doing that to people. Come here I grabbed him and lifted him princess style before he could get to complain, and enjoyed it as he wrapped his arms around me, leaning his head on my shoulder. I carried him to bed, and laid him down gently, chuckling as we noticed Andy was already sleeping deeply. Alright… so… how do you prefer to lay now?

Evan: He looked at me shyly and blushed lightly Would you please hold me?

Congo: Sure I smiled softly and kissed his forehead as I stood up just let me get my boxers…

Evan: He shook his head lightly It's okay.

Congo: But… if we're spooning…

Evan: He smiled softly I trust you.

Congo: I smiled softly and crawled into bed, slowly sliding the pillow between us again as a fluffy buffer Is this okay? I wrapped my arms around him tight, and I felt him fold his arms around mine

Evan: Perfect.

Congo: We didn't speak for about 10 minutes until he cleared his throat and spoke in a sleepy voice

Evan: Congo?

Congo: Yes, dear?

Evan:…. What we did tonight…. I just needed to feel safe…

Congo: I know, you don't need to explain. Evan, we will go straight back to how things were between us before, I promise. I'm more than capable of that, you don't have to worry. I will always be here for you in every way you need me to be.

Evan: Thank you. I smiled warmly as I felt him plant a soft kiss on my upper arm. It might just have been for seeking comfort, but it was undeniable it had loosened him up a bit, and brought us a tad closer. I held him in my arms till we both fell asleep few minutes later.

[princeblack]

“yes, well… we’re a couple because certain people want us to be.” he says moodily, because it does upset him that this is how his life has had to go. if it weren’t for the pressure of his parents, he could’ve asked bee out normally the moment she arrived at school and they would’ve enjoyed a first date without any meddling… but now they’re sneaking away in secret, regulus only hoping that she feels the same for him that he does for her. “it’s true that there are a lot of rules in our religion– she just wasn’t worth breaking any of them.” it’s harsh, but it’s how he feels. for some reason he feels compelled to be honest with her; like she would forgive him no matter what he said.

he smiles again at her sweet words, gaze trailing over her features as she tells him he’s one of her best friends here and she wants it to be more than fun. she even claims she’s jealous when he talks to daphne or the other girls, which makes him happier than it should. it pleases him even more hearing that she’s only been attracted to him, too– is this what soulmates are? maybe they were made for each other, never to find love until they found one another.

or maybe he’s a little crazy, because it makes him giddy that he has such a hold over her, such an unfamiliar feeling to him. he flourishes at the center of attention, always being the star in sports or academics, but he’s not used to caring so much about someone else in return. “you’re my favorite person, too– just don’t tell astoria or evan.” the warmth he feels for her is unlike anything he’s ever experienced and he wants to drown in it; be around her all the time.

she moans when his lips press against her neck, which is the best sound he’s ever heard. it makes him tremble a little, heat between his legs because he’s never been aroused like this. she’s beautiful, her body pressed against his as his hands grasp at her waist and his lips press kisses against her neck.

she’s trying to speak while he plants kisses there, stammering as she says she knows how important religion is to his family. but then he plants a wet kiss beneath her ear, on a tender spot on her neck, and she curses. quickly realizing what she’s done, she apologizes almost frantically, which makes him laugh softly. 

she keeps doing that– making him laugh. it makes something warm stir in his stomach, spreading through his body as his adoration of her grows. he wishes he could fuck her; put every ounce of passion he feels for her into each thrust inside of her. it’s hard for his hormone-ridden mind not to wander there, especially when she moans again as his lips kiss her neck messily. “really? that’s funny, because i wouldn’t hate to fuck,” he teases gently, only joking about the way her words came out when she was stumbling over them. mostly, he just wants to see her blush.

when she kisses him, he kisses back desperately, unable to believe that this is finally happening and not just in his head. she’s gorgeous and it makes everything all the better, a moan leaving him as their lips move together. her fingers slip through his hair, a sound escaping her as she presses her body against his own as if arching into him. the motion is so desperate and hot that he squeezes her throat a little, groaning at the rush of pleasure she causes. he’s too hard now, wishing he could fuck her yet again.

he hates when their lips part, already missing her kiss, but she makes up for it by making him chuckle again. he doesn’t know anyone else who would dare call god a ‘sadistic freak’ in his own domain. “yeah? would you listen to whatever i said?” he murmurs against her lips suggestively, before kissing her again.

she opens her mouth for him, allowing his tongue to swipe in, touching hers and making him moan again. the hand around her throat slides into her hair, knotting it in his fingers almost roughly as he forces himself deeper into her mouth, needing more. she tastes good, but the kiss feels good too, wet and soft. he slides his tongue against hers once more before pulling away, licking his lips.

one hand sliding up her waist and the other knotting into her soft hair, he bends his head down to press a kiss to her neck again. wanting to hear her reactions once more, he presses his tongue to her skin, licking upward slowly. waiting for her to moan, he drags his tongue up her neck, finally reaching her ear and licking her earlobe too. picking a spot just beneath it, he starts sucking, running his tongue over the area.

regulus tells her that he and daphne don't really 'make out' though that's not exactly what she meant she's surprised to hear that they don't do the one thing almost all couples seem to do. "but aren't you two like a couple? I know some things are...wrong in this religion but....I guess I just thought...." the thought alone makes her cringe so she decides not to say anything. she should feel and for what she's doing to the other girl, daphne didn't like her very much but bee knows she would be in hell if she found out regulus was 'making out' with another girl but selfishness takes over and it wasn't enough to make bee pull away from him or tell him to stop, it's not even considered for long as hes tugging her into the pastors office and pressing her into the wall.

his words make her cheeks flush as she bites down on her lower lip shyly, telling her she can think of him in anyway she wants and it pushes her mind into thought that woukd definitely be the reason she has to pray tonight, maybe drink some holy water before bed because now her throat feels tight. "I'd love to have fun with you....you're like one of my best friends here reggie." she smiles. "but it's kinda more than that...I like being around you and it's hard to be away from you, when you're talking to daphne or samantha I wish it was me instead." she bites down on her bottom lip even harder because she realizes what she's saying and it's so crazy to tell someone who she can't obtain that she's been thinking about him. her eyes widen when he stutters on his words a little, was regulus black really shy right now? did she have that affect on him? it makes her blush. "me?" she says softly. "me too...I, I mean you're the only guy I've been attracted too like this if you don't count victor from corpse bride when I was like six...but he's made of clay and you're real, and really pretty and I like your eyes." she says, her chest is pounding as she fiddles with the silver in her hand, so nervous that it's even harder to breathe in this already stuffy room.

but air only becomes tighter because before she can even say another word his mouth his against her skin and there's a bit of a moan slipping past her lips, shiver going down her spine and straight between her legs as mouth parts. it was sensitive in a place she didn't even know existed, trying to talk and breathe at the same time suddenly seemed impossible. "i-i just mean, I know this whole thing is really important to you and your family....and I, i would hate t...to...fuck...wait, I'm sorry...oh my god" she just cursed in the house of the lord and she's pretty sure she said his name in vain, she's definitely going to hell isn't she? but it felt so good to be kissed there, his hand on her waist as her own hands rest on his shoulders now, eyes half-lidded as she moans again.

he laughs at her words but before she can say another thing he's kissing her this time, her eyes wide for a second but she's quickly melting into it. he tastes like mint, but not the nasty cheap toothpaste kind, like really good and fresh. his lips are soft against hers and a little firm as he pushes his into her own, her body feels like it's going weak as she kisses him back and all the thoughts slip out of her head along with the many words she wants to speak. she dreamed of this a few times since she first met him but god nothing could compare to the actual feeling of his lips.

she lets her fingers slip through his long curls for a moment, a shaky moan falling from her lips as his hand closes in against her throat, air is a myth to her now as she presses her body against his eagerly trying to taste every last bit of him but before she can he's breaking the kiss and she lets out a heavy breath she didn't know she's been holding in.

her eyes wide and filled with longing and regulus explains what a 'sin' is to her and a soft chuckle falls from her lips. "I've come to the conclusion that most things that feel good are considered sins...I'm pretty sure god is a little bit of a sadistic freak...I rather listen to you" she giggles before he's pressing his lips to hers again, this time his tongue slipping in as she parts her own in need to feel more of him.