#thank you 'nonnie
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coff-in · 6 months ago
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imagine Andy with uncomfortably, unreasonably big and needy endowments between his legs that puts out more fluid than he takes in
imagine him feeling like he's being driven insane by his hormones, like he's having an endless supply of pure unadulterated lust being pumped into his brain from his overactive nuts every single day, just in time for his sister to start clamoring for his attention
his mom and sister can't help but assume the bulge in his pants is a raging boner when he's actually flaccid, and whenever he's actually hard he has to struggle to keep it hidden and almost always has to plaster the nearest toilet bowl a new shade of white to calm himself
imagine Ashley eventually realizing she can instantly tell when she's turned him on because of the near-instant outline forming in his pants, followed by him desperately trying to find a release that won't be anywhere near his little sister, where he can hide the sheer mess he'll make thinking about her, again and again with each refractory period seeming a little shorter than the last
imagine Nina surviving well into high school only to be rendered comatose from asphyxiation because Andy got too pent up and couldn't stop taking out his frustrations on her throat until he'd drowned her twice over (maybe Ashley arranged it all from the start, teasing and teasing him for days before telling Nina what to do)
imagine Andy in the quarantine, realizing he's all alone with Ashley, and he's only going to get more desperate to get himself off with each passing day, and Ashley's going to be around the whole time to witness it, and he might be too completely overwhelmed by lust to even consider saying no if (when) she propositions him, and she knows and he knows she knows and he knows she knows he knows
if you were stuck with them, if you were really someone he felt he had to trust, you'd notice. he couldn't keep it together forever, not with you being so obliviously close and cute and Ashley constantly using any trick she can to see when he'll get hard. he could've if it was just one of you but it's not. you notice increasingly large stores of excessively used tissues and napkins, a strange smell every time you go into the bathroom after him, how he always tries to face his lower body away to hide it, and one day he has to come clean and tell you about it, maybe even ask for some privacy and go in, then out of the bathroom with a whole fucking glass of a sticky white water, filled to the brim (exactly what it looks and smells like, he says), pumped out fresh on the spot. and he swears to you, half proud and half disgusted with himself, that he could do it again, right there and then. he'd want to know if you'd ever tell anyone else. he'd want to know what you thought.
and by that point, maybe the lust, the constant denial, the sheer fucking anger with his own body and how much everything is taunting him is so much, that if you were to say "no, that cant be real", to leave him out of disgust, to just complain about how gross it is? he'd be so furious. so you can only see him as a gross sex-obsessed pervert because his dick matters so much more to you than the rest of him? fine. fine! you're just a pest like Ashley and a thoughtless whore like his mom, you're just as flighty and heartless and worthless as Leyley said (and he feared) you were. so guess what? you're not going anywhere. you're going to give him the relief and understanding of him that he needs every single day. you're a cumdumpster now, and he's never going to let you go, because if you can't appreciate his affection or friendship now, he may as well make you appreciate his body. he's going to show you just how much he can provide to you, even if he's going to have to drown you in it.
imagine Andy being completely dominated by his own lust until he has to dominate you in turn
thank you ♡
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fairy-angel222 · 6 months ago
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𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
His tie loosened from the fancy date you two were just on, first few buttons undone with his grip hard on the staring wheel. Veins prominent from the rolled up sleeves of his shirt.
His eyes don’t leave the road when you begin to whimper and whine. Leaned back against the passenger seat as his hand traces up your thigh and your dress, pads of his fingers toying with your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.
You moaned softly, your own smaller hands reaching out to grab his wrist tightly when he skillfully slipped your panties to the side. Thick fingers dancing along your wet slit before settling on the tiny bud.
“Kento...”
Your back arched when he began rubbing small circles, your thighs twitching in need as your little noises of pleasure filled the dark vehicle. Your body jolting with each touch to the sensitive set of nerves.
Nanami only smiled to himself, barely sparing you a glance as he maneuvered each turn back to his home. “Hmm, yes darling?” The pace of his fingers only speeding up as your gasps and mewls increased in volume. Grinding your hips onto his hand when your head fell back against the seat.
“Nngh.. Kento,” You moaned, lips parting in soft pants. “Need.. n-need them inside.”
Nanami’s smile grew into a smirk. “Oh? Is my girl so greedy that she won’t take what i give her?” He teased, chuckling when you pushed his hand further down with a sound of agreement. “You want them inside you darling? Tell me how badly.”
“Really bad, want them in me really bad.”
He hummed, fingers trailing down further just as the car swerved to the right. Nanami taking the chance to slip two fingers into you with ease.
Your grip on his wrist tightened, letting out a string of short cries when he began fucking them into you. Curling them up sweetly into your g spot as you mewled his name loudly. Small tears welling in your eyes as your body trembled. Having already been so close to a prior orgasm.
“F-fuckk. Kento baby— ahh.” You couldn’t control the noises that slipped past your lips, eyes rolling back with ragged breaths as Nanami pressed into all the right places to drive you crazy. His thumb extending upwards to play with your still aching clit.
“You like that sweetheart?” Nanami cooed, shifting slightly in his seat as his cock strained in his pants. His fingers being put on auto mode as he focused on getting you home safely.
He knew your body like the back of his hand, pleasuring you came like second nature.
Especially with the way your glassy eyes rolled back beside him, crying out his name with a shaky moan as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge. “O-oh god.. ‘m gonna cum.” You breathed, toes curling as your body’s sensitivity went up by a tenfold. Nanami’s every touch scorching your skin as you waited for his command.
“Go on sweetheart, cum for me.”
You crumbled.
Body shaking lightly as you messily coated his fingers in your slick. An assortment of sweet sounds bubbling in your throat as your pussy spasmed. Drenching him and his seat when you squirted with a cry.
“Good girl.”
You shivered when his fingers slipped out of you. Your eyes peeling open to see him pulling up into his driveway. Putting the car in park before he finally turned to you, pressing his lips to yours with a groan.
“How about you do that on my tongue next?”
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naeminaeri · 2 months ago
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consider: kim AND harry midriff
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3amfanfiction · 23 days ago
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You wrote this about Simon: “At this lieutenant, already chewed up and spit out by the world. More scars than skin at this point. You wonder how many people only see the scars and not the shivering body underneath it, waiting for a soft touch.”
I’d LOVE to read more of this - i wanna be the one to offer him the soft touch he wants so badly, maaaan! He’s just so big n’ strong but i want to let him curl up against me while i pet him until he stops shivering
This came through at the perfect time. I had the desire to write but I was picking at all my wips half heartedly bc none of the them were what I wanted.
But this? This I wanted.
So thank you again and please enjoy 1.5k words of acclimatizing Simon to soft touches.
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Ask referencing this post.
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He scared you, the first time you saw him.
Not because of how big he was (tall, thick, muscular) or the look in his eyes (cold, dismissive, too watchful), not even because of the scars themselves (numerous, expansive, tragic).
It was because you knew any interaction would come across as a threat. He had that look in his eyes that said he'd seen the worst of what the world had to offer and he persisted through luck and spite equally. Now he was sat in front of you, too disciplined to let his skin shiver but hating being seen. Hating that you were looking.
When you met him it was through a friend of a friend sort of thing. One of your friends was seeing a Scottish boy and invited you out for drinks with them. You had no reason to say no so you found yourself sitting at a high-top doing your best not to bother the man sitting quietly to your right.
His gruff, Simon, during introductions was the only thing he had said in the last hour, content to sit quietly and watch. Almost outside of the group even though he was sitting at the same table. You made sure to include him when you were speaking to the group, your eyes darting to each person as you spoke, not leaving anyone out. But you made sure to never direct a hard question at him that required an answer. It was all, I bet you never have a problem seeing over the crowd. or I'll grab everyone a drink while I'm up or Sorry, I'll be out of your space in a moment, my jacket was getting a little warm.
He would look at you. Every time you spoke to him he wouldn't shy away from eye contact but that was where his involvement ended. Never a head nod or shake, never a verbal answer.
By the end of the night you were positive he didn't like you. He didn't dis-like you but he didn't like you, you were pretty sure. That was okay though. You'd done your best not to infringe on his space, not wanting to step on his toes. You thought you had done a good job all around and put it out of your mind, the interaction over and done with and no longer needing to be reviewed.
What you never realized was Simon's shoulders lowered a whole inch throughout the course of the night.
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You called your friend out on the number of times she invited you to hang out with Johnny and Simon, flat out asking if she and Johnny were trying to set you and Simon up through subtle double-dating.
"No!" She leaned forward grabbing your hand, her eyes looking earnestly into yours, "I promise it's not like that. Johnny told me he's pretty much all Simon has. Well, their team is. So they're always together when they're home. I don't want Simon to feel like a third wheel or left out or anything."
And you believed her. This was one of her strong suits, always looking out for others. That's probably why you two got along so well, a pair of givers, the both of you. And she had a point. The idea of Simon sitting awkwardly with the other two as his only companions made something twist in your stomach. You didn't want that for him.
So you kept seeing Simon and you kept doing your best to give him space but include him at the same time. You were shocked the first day he spoke to you but the fact that it was a bad joke made a sort of perfect sense.
"What's the best way to carve wood?"
You looked over at him in shock that this was what he chose to break the ice with. At the same time you were delighted and you couldn't help but feel giddy at the prospect of Simon telling you a joke. A bad one by the sound of it.
"How?"
"Whittle by whittle."
"That was absolutely terrible."
He smiled to himself if his eye crinkles had anything to say about it. That giddy feeling bubbling up inside you was getting unsettlingly big right about now. You looked at the ground and bit your lip to keep from a cheesy grin of your own breaking out.
Before you knew it he had no problem speaking to you. While never particularly verbose, he would respond to comments directed towards him, offer his opinion if options were offered, and kept telling awful jokes.
You were hopelessly charmed.
You broke your own rules and reached for him first.
You were sat next to him on a bench, the sun setting and the evening air cooling further. He had told you another one of his god-awful jokes when you unthinkingly swatted out with your hand, brushing his arm. His muscles jumped and his arm tensed right before you made contact as if bracing for a hit. An involuntary reaction to someone reaching for him. It was a horrifying realization.
You sobered quickly and your chuckle died off awkwardly. You turned to face forward, looking out at the street, watching for any sign of your friend or Johnny who had stepped into the store for a quick moment leaving you and Simon to find a bench while you waited. You hoped that if you didn't draw attention to it then your faux pas would pass unmentioned.
You let out a relieved sigh when Simon continued with another comment, not taking your overstepping to heart. By the time the other two had rejoined you the whole situation was forgotten, water under the bridge. You didn't think of it again until it was the end of the night with everyone about to go their separate ways.
When you said goodbye to Simon he said it back, reaching out to brush his hand down your arm in return in almost the exact same spot as where you'd touched him earlier.
Your heart skipped a beat before picking up a double pace. You couldn't help but beam at him, a wide grin splitting your face even as he grunted and turned away, likely embarrassed by your show of emotion.
Today had been a good day after all.
You thought you had ruined it for a moment there, thankful when Simon seemed to brush past it. You hadn't expected him to reciprocate in the same manner though.
Maybe he really did like hanging out with you. You never doubted it for a second.
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It took time–a slow steady build to where you ended up, curled up on the couch together with Simon laying on top of you. You both had your tops off to bask in a little skin-to-skin time.
You'd been together for a few months at this point and it was like night and day to compare him to the Simon you met all that time ago. This one couldn't keep his hands off you to save his life. It was a slow warm-up to get past his walls in a way that wasn't upsetting to either of you. Soft touches that slowly built, leading to hand holding, to hugging, to kissing, to this.
You dragged your fingers slowly up his back, fingertips catching on raised scar tissue before continuing on, ever moving. He hummed into the crook of your neck where he had buried his face when you switched from fingertips to nails, gently scratching the skin.
You loved spending time like this, feeling Simon melt into you, eager for every touch he could get. If you were sitting still and Simon was in the vicinity you could bet that he would be pressed against your side before too much time had passed. Eager for the soft caresses you always had for him.
He was starved for touch and you wanted to feed him.
So you offered, again and again in the beginning–most times with no luck, to let him touch you. On the couch watching TV? Your arms would open, inviting a hug when he walked by. At the table? Your head was tilting up for a kiss if he wanted one. Passing each other in the hallway? You'd raise your hand and hold it in front of you, letting him press his big barrel chest into your palm if he wanted.
It was a slow acclimatization that brought you to today and the taste was all the sweeter for the time you had poured into it.
You lifted a hand to drag it through the spiky hairs at the back of his head, enjoying his groan of contentment. It sounded like he was already halfway asleep and you knew you wouldn't be leaving this spot for a while.
Might as well settle in and get comfortable. You familiarized him to gentle touches, now he was insatiable for them. He would be consuming them from you greedily for as long as you offered.
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awesomefringey · 1 month ago
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Hi Sabine if you could please spread this, this account lists all the memorials planned for Liam across the world and regularly updates them, for those who wish and are able to attend https://x.com/HS_News_/status/1847077799942934740
Sending lots of love ❤️❤️❤️
LIAM PAYNE MEMORIAL
Europe:
🇬🇧 London | October 20 - 2pm | Hyde Park
🇬🇧Liverpool | October 19 - 2pm | Docks on keel wharf bridge
🇬🇧 Glasgow | October 20 - 2pm | Sir Walter Scott Statue in George Square
🇬🇧 Manchester | October 20 - 6pm | Cathedral Gardens
🇬🇧 Birmingham | October 20 - 4pm | Chamberlain Square
🇧🇪 Brussels | October 19/20 - 2pm | Parc de Bruxelles
🇫🇷 Paris | October 20 - 2pm | Jardins des Tuileries
🇩🇪 Munich | October 20 - 3pm | Olympiahalle
🇪🇸 Madrid | October 20 - 3pm | Plaza de Santa Ana
🇸🇪 Stockholm | October 19 - 6pm | Svartensgatan 8
🇵🇹 Lisbon | October 27 - 6pm | Meo Arena, Oriente
🇮🇹 Milan | October 20 - 3pm | Piazza Duomo
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Newark - Delaware | October 19 - 4pm | Glasgow Park
NYC | October 19 - picnic* at 11am and another event at 6pm | Washington Square Park
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Boston | October 19 - 2pm | Boston Common
Chicago | October 19 - 2pm | Gather at Grandmother’s Garden outside of Lincoln Park Zoo
Los Angeles | October 19 - 4:30pm | La Cienaga** Park in Beverly Hills
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South-America:
🇧🇷 São Paulo | October 27 - 2pm | Parque Ibirapuera
Oceania:
🇳🇿 Auckland | October 20 - 2pm | Freyberg Square
🇦🇺 Sydney | October 20 - 11am | Hyde Park (Memorial fountain)
Asia:
🇮🇳 Mumbai | October 20 - 5pm | Marine Lines, Opposite Pizza by the Bay
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EDIT: added Boston
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lxvvie · 6 months ago
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Taking the whole "taller significant other taking a picture of their shorter lover mid-argument" meme and turning it around on Price.
Instead of that, you flood his texts with pictures of him mid-argument, smiling, in thought—just Price doing Pricey things that make his cheeks puff out, basically. Afterward, you proceed to send him pictures of rabbits, quokkas, squirrels, etc., with the chunkiest of cheeks and tell him that's what he looks like.
The disrespect of it all.
Now you're in the doghouse with Price because he does not look like that (he does) but you don't take it seriously because even with the stern look he gives you, his cheeks still puff out.
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fishpea · 11 months ago
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caine only allows knives to be juggled in his circus 🙄
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blighted-lights · 5 months ago
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Hi Blight!
If you're still taking request, can you draw something sweet with Soundwave and Ravage? Maybe with them cuddling or Soundwave comforting her (or him? I've seen you use both for Ravage, so whichever!) through a pain flare-up or something? Idk, I'm just in the mood for something sappy with them haha. Thanks!
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the most amicas that have ever existed. i am ALWAYS sappy about these two. something something best friends being deeply loyal to one another and helping each other through their worst days, something something they're their worst and best selves while with each other
i actually got a few similar asks for these two, so i kinda mashed em all into one! my drawing requests are still open; gimmie more ravage requests!
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frogchiro · 11 months ago
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Hi! I love your blog! Your neighbor!Ghost AU is so good! How about neighbor!Nikolai? Imagine living next to that large Russian man who def loves to fluster the reader when he catches them in the hallway.
Oohhh my goood nonnie :((
Big big russian man who you almost always see with a cigarette handing from his smirking mouth as he greets you and looks you up and down and tells you a 'Good morning solnyshko~' in that thick russian accent and lazy drawl :((
Nikolai is very much a mystery to you. You basically never see him leave his apartment in the mornings when people usually leave for work and when he does it's either in the evening or late in the night and when that happens he's usually gone for a week or so. Sometimes weird men are going in and out of his apartment; big, mean looking men who are the epitome of shady looking but whenever you encounter them you just keep your head down and scuttle as quick as possible to your apartment without looking suspicious :(
You also saw him attend those poker nights hosted at Simon's apartment, some even hosted in his own home. He's always very open and welcoming and very loud, especially after downing a few glasses of whiskey or cheap beer.
Due to that, the fact that he's literally living next door and the walls are paper thin, whenever poker night is hosted in Nik's apartment you get to hear the loud voices of the men next door, sometimes hooting loudly, making very crude and inappropariate jokes that make your eyes widen and blush with how nasty they are ://
But, on the rare occasion, when you strain your ears well, you can hear them talking about you. Deep, low, growled manly voices of these huge men (particularly Nik and Si) talking about the pretty young thing next door, how much of a knock out you are, 'those nice soft tits and broad hips were fuckin' made for grabbing and squeezin' :((
Sometimes Nik in particular doesn't hold back and, much to the grunted displeasure of Simon, rumbles about making you into a nice, hot, younger housewife to come home to, always ready with a nice hearty meal and a wet pussy to fuck and spurt all his seed into :((
Nasty!!
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uc1wa · 1 year ago
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college jason getting horny while listening to you talk about books 😵‍💫
18+ minors dni
having a smart girlfriend was hard.
having a girlfriend whose time was consumed with studying in the library, attending professor's office hours, reading books in bed, and spending all-nighters finishing essays was hard.
but having a girlfriend who made time for her sweet boyfriend, despite attempting to be at the top of her class, was harder.
jason didn't mean to, he swears his cock has a mind of its own when he's sat on your bed and you're at your desk. when you're telling him about the newest book you've begun reading. a romance novel with plenty of action to keep you on your toes—the types of novels that you knew jason loved. telling him about it as a recommendation.
but why did you have to look all pretty with help from the low-lit lamp beside you? hair thrown into a bun with a sweatshirt two sizes too big, holding the book with a grin tugging your cheeks as your eyes wandered—not paying attention to anything in specific as you told him a summary without revealing too much.
it should be a sin. it should be a sin for his girlfriend to be perfect in every aspect possible. because, do you see what you're doing to him? eyes roaming everywhere in the room, but somehow missing the tent that's raised in grey sweatpants worn by your boyfriend. missing the way jason's fists are clenched in some sort of self-control while his teeth are tugging his own lip and he swears a bead of sweat falls down his face.
and even when he's got you riding him all pretty, tits bouncing underneath the university crew you sported while being full of his length, it's still not enough. "'n... fuck princess, tell me 'bout the next book you're thinkin' of."
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thefrsers · 6 months ago
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requested by Anon: Bathena kisses in s7
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coqvttes · 1 year ago
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hey i love ur writing so much! can i request smt nsfw with konig please? :)
been thinking about könig with a total nymph for a girlfriend !
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he’s always known your sex drive is high, but not this high. you just can’t help yourself when you climb onto his lap as he sits at his desk, flipping through paperwork. he looks stressed. being a colonel is hard work, and you're not making it any easier. he’s been working for what feels like an eternity, and he has no idea what’s got you so worked up. you just keep whining for him, and then you're grinding your sopping cunt all over his work trousers like you're in heat till he can’t concentrate anymore. your whimpers and moans as you move your hips back and forth onto his thighs are not helping either, and he feels his pants tighten. he tries his best to ignore you, wanting to get this work off his shoulders, but when you pull his cock out of his pants and start kissing his neck, he just can’t take it any longer. "what's got into you today?" he holds you up from under your thighs as he stands up suddenly, carrying you over to the bed. he plops you down and pushes your (his) shirt over your plump tits, and you mewl out in pleasure as he thrusts into you, finally giving you what you've been craving. "i can't work when you're distracting me like that, kleine maus." he growls while pounding into you, fucking your brains out.
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do-androids-dream-ao3acc · 26 days ago
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Bucktommy drunken confessions🤭🤭
Please pick up your boyfriend, Howie texts just after 2 a.m. 
Evan used his day off to help his brother-in-law assemble some furniture for Jee-Yun's new nursery – apparently, she’s outgrown her crib and is in dire need of some “big girl” room. For some reason, their DIY afternoon ended up turning into a boozy evening, and with Maddie on a shift and Howie obviously buzzed, it’s probably best to keep Evan from getting in his car. Luckily Jee-Yun is sleeping at Hen and Karen's tonight, because when Tommy arrives, her bed looks half-finished. The two men, on the other hand, look all the more done. 
Howie's hair is tousled as if Jee-Yun has driven her Barbie truck through it, but he’s tipsy at most – Tommy knows that man can drink. Evan, however… well. Evan presents a lot of his chest; his shirt is half unbuttoned like in a 70s porn – it’s a nasty comparison, but Tommy likes the view. 
“Here comes my boyfriend,�� Evan croons, his cheeks flushed. 
A quick glance at the table confirms that the men have switched from beer to tequila. Tommy heaves a sigh. Evan’s not on shift tomorrow, but he’s also not used to Tequila, Tommy knows that from experience. He will have to stay with him tonight - which isn't a bad thing, of course, but there are better ways to spend your time than listen to your loved ones vomit.  
“Come on,” he says, ”I'll put you to bed.”
“Awesome, get ready for something!”
“Ew, I don't want to hear that,” Howie says, but Tommy just grins. “Don't worry, I don't think that's going to work today.”
“I don't want to hear that either!”
Tommy has a hard time getting Evan into the car and half expects him to fall asleep after he's forced him into the seatbelt. This man can sleep anywhere and in the most uncomfortable positions, and he always looks incredibly adorable. Even drunk, like now. But he doesn't fall asleep. He looks at Tommy with that amorous gaze he usually gives after other activities, and out of the blue, he goes, “Did you know that koalas are much lazier than sloths? They sleep almost 20 hours a day!”
Tommy threads his way into traffic, which is never really light even at night in L.A., replying, “No, Evan.”
“They eat eucalyptus...”
“I knew that,” Tommy interjects.
“Yeah of course, you’re clever,” he praises. “But koalas are the only mammals that can live off eucalyptus alone, it's poisonous to other animals.”
“Fascinating.”
It's not so much these random facts about koalas that he finds fascinating. It's just Evan, sitting there with that slightly glazed look on his face, completely relaxed. Knowing that he creates this relaxed atmosphere for this man, that he’s the one where he can be himself and let go… that’s a valuable treasure.
Evan goes on babbling for another fifteen minutes, including a dozen thank you’s for picking him up, and Tommy just enjoys his voice like a pleasant background noise. Every now and then he throws in something that always makes Evan's eyes light up. They’re almost to the loft when Evan says, “I love you,” in such a matter-of-fact tone, it makes Tommy almost wrench the steering wheel.
“That's lovely,” he answers, and he means it, but all he can think is tell me again when you're sober. Evan is too drunk to really understand what he has just said. It's something Tommy’s been dying to hear, something he was too afraid to say himself. 
They somehow make it into the elevator, but as they stand in front of Evan's door, Tommy has to unlock it. Evan trips over his own feet, he almost crashes into the door. Tommy just shakes his head. His back will regret it in the morning, but he shoulders Evan without further ado. His boyfriend squeals with delight, even when he puts him down on the couch - there's no way he'll make it up the stairs with the man on his shoulders, and the bathroom is down here anyway.
“Oh man, I'm d-dizzy,” Evan sighs.
“I'm sure you are. Lie down, I'll get you a blanket.”
Tommy wants to get up, but Evan holds him back.
“Wait,” he says, suddenly with as much seriousness as a drunk can muster, “you didn't say it back.”
“What?”
Tommy thought he’d already forgotten, but this is Evan, he should have known better.
“I said I love you, but you didn't say anything, so maybe you don't love me, that's fine, I guess,” Evan rambles. “Anyway, I'm glad I said it, because it's true.”
Tommy couldn't even resist those Bambi eyes if the man asked him to run into a burning building without any protection. It's unreasonable and irrational, but he's head over heels for Evan, and he knows it. And then, suddenly, there's nothing holding him back, even if he only says it because he can convince himself that his boyfriend will forget about it in a few hours. 
“I love you too, Evan.”
“Oh my God, really?”
Evan jumps up from the couch with a vigor as if he hadn't just said he was dizzy, and he sprints - not very elegantly - into the kitchen. He’s back in the blink of an eye, after pulling open a drawer and rummaging around in it. He pulls Tommy onto the couch, practically sits in his lap, looks at him with those doe eyes and says in a solemn tone, “Give me your hand.”
“Evan...”
“Give me your hand!”
Tommy’s learned early on that it's easier to give in to this whirlwind of a man, so he holds out his hand. Evan pushes something on Tommy's ring finger, having to do so three times before he finally hits. 
“What are you doing?”
Tommy squints at his hand. It looks like ... a keyring, without a key of course; Evan has a junk drawer in the kitchen where he keeps things like that. 
“It's a promise,” says Evan. “One d-day, Thomas Kinard, I will marry you. Just don't forget that!”
Tommy grabs the ring and replies dryly, “Don't worry, I won’t. It's so tight, I don't think I'll be able to get it off.”
“Got a ring cutter for that.”
He smirks, and Tommy can't help his lips to curl into a fond smile. He’s already aware of the ring cutter, even if he was surprised the first time he found it. 
“Main thing is for you to say you'll marry me,” Evan says with his Bambi eyes, “one day, with a real ring. In a sh... a tchu... well, a church.”
He looks like a man proud he got that one word out right, but at the same time, he looks as serious as a drunkard can be. It doesn’t seem like something he’ll actually have forgotten in a couple of hours, rather like it’s been on his heart for a long time. It's a big deal, and Tommy doesn't want to answer lightly just to appease him. His own heart has long been far from casual, concerning Evan. 
“But,” Evan continues, waving his arms, ”if it's really too tight for you, we'd better cut the thing open quickly. I’ve seen a guy, finger swollen as big as an eggplant, couldn’t get his wedding ring off his finger.”
He struggles to get up, but this time Tommy holds him back. 
“Leave it,” he says, looking at the ring. 
It’s just a simple, brass-colored keyring, but at the same time, it’s way more. As Evan had said: it was a promise. A promise did not necessarily have to come true, but it was still something to cling to. Something to look forward to. 
“Fine, we can do it tomorrow,” Evan slurs, just before he leans against Tommy - to fall asleep on his shoulder. 
“Let's do it tomorrow. Or maybe I'll keep it,” Tommy whispers into Evan's curls. 
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naeminaeri · 23 days ago
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kim midriff.... yes yes so good... but perhaps... kim back....
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alchemistc · 5 months ago
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Catie's Big Ass bucktommy fic rec (Part One)
So I'm not gonna lie, I have most of these fics priv. bookmarked because I HAVEN'T COMMENTED ON THEM YET AND I FEEL REALLY GUILTY ABOUT THAT. But more than one anon has asked for this and it tickles me pink that y'all like my writing enough to trust in my recs. So. Please, please, be better than I am and make sure to kudos and comment if you enjoy any of these works.
(Guys, there are SO MANY amazing writers in this fandom. So many truly breathtaking fics already. I got two hours into this and realized I was going to need to split this into parts because I have too many things to say about each of these and I want to do them all justice.)
Writers you can trust in:
@rcmclachlan /ao3 : I will sing RC's praises to the moon and back. There is something about the way RC injects humor into the tiniest of lines that makes me want to scream into a pillow until I pass out. You will see more than one of RC's fics in this list.
@kirkaut /ao3: kirkaut is the reason I jumped on this bandwagon. The unhinged spiral into LFJr obsession and the prevalence of well thought out meta and incredibly hot fic drew me in. If you are not following kirkaut, change that now.
@26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat / catfud_ohplease on ao3: Devastating prose. The ability to turn a theme on a dime and STAB YOU IN THE HEART with it. Mac owns my whole soul when it comes to really scratching that itch behind my eyelids for thematic imagery and really creative ideas for fic that aren't just run-of-the-mill smut/angst/fluff.
@devirnis / ao3: Ali only has one bucktommy fic up on ao3 but it is devine and I love it. Ali is also the only writer who has tempted me into reading buddie. This is not an indictment on buddie fandom or buddie fic writers in general, I just tend to be a one ship kinda gal and I don't really dive into fic for a ship I don't vibe with. Ali's writing has made me reconsider this position.
@beefcakekinard / thingbe on ao3: The domesticity. Literally just reread one of Rose's fics this morning and HAD to comment on it again because it made me want to fling myself to Jupiter.
(This is not a comprehensive list, but I just realized how many fics I have already bookmarked for bucktommy and I'm already under a readmore.)
Fics that make my brain go brrrr:
only fools rush in - somnum365 ( @firehose118)
Tommy lets Buck set the pace. Buck is ready for something.
Super hot and all about checking in. I've got a thing for discovering sex with a partner starting out with frottage and this delivers. The characterizations are so great.
Colin Firth Thinks You're Hot - IDontGoHereEither (@herrmannhalsteadproduction)
Buck is late for a special date night with Tommy, but he still stops to help a stranger stuck on the side of the road. Luckily, that stranger is about to help HIM.
Cute as fuck with a super fun guest star. Who doesn't want Mr. Darcy to think your boyfriend is hot?
sad girl poetic thursday night - screamlet
Date night menu: pasta primavera and emotional unpacking.
There's something about the pacing of this that sent me into a tailspin. The stream of consciousness that actually bleeds from the dialogue into the action and vice versa. Hng.
I Was Only Falling In Love - Princessfbi (@princessfbi)
Tommy in crisis mode.
There's a moment in this fic where Eddie has to pull Tommy back from the precipice of something and it lives entirely rent free in my head, forever and ever amen. The firefam taking care of Buck by taking care of Tommy.
let me count the ways - ashesandhalefire
Buck and Tommy in the aftermath of a good evening are chattier than they probably reasonably should be
There is something about this fic that feels like the witching hour is upon you, like you could live in this little pocket world Buck and Tommy have created for themselves forever. The dialogue is fantastic, and the way they communicate with each other is just *chefs kiss*
let's make it cinematic - kirkaut
Tommy helps Buck deal with some of his impotent rage in the face of the Gerrard of it all.
Listen, I do not have a praise kink. This kinda makes me wish I did.
"[...]Everything is.” He circles a finger around in the air. “It’s very spinny.” - this line of dialogue came for my fucking throat.
Sick with it - Mellow_Yellow
what if in an alternate universe babyslut Buck joined the 118 when Tommy was still in his closeted asshole era and they had a torrid affair??
The way this is a little fucked up. The way the characterizations aren't exactly familiar because they haven't aged into what we know them as in current canon. The way you can see in every broken line and every stutter step that Tommy is falling for Evan and has No Fucking Idea what to do with that. Ugh. Best Met Earlier AU I've ever read.
He blinked as Tommy walked by, eyes sliding closed again before he left. He felt a light touch on the top of his head but figured he was imagining it. He couldn’t think of anyone at the 118 who would touch him that carefully. - just absolutely fucking end me they're so good/bad for each other
A Full Body Workout - Persiflager
Tommy and Buck spend a day trying to distract Eddie from the *gestures vaguely* all of it.
The way this is so quiet in the way it shows you how Tommy and Buck care for each other. The way they are down bad but still so hyperaware of the pace they've set, the things they've talked about. The way they take care of their friend here. I'm obsessed with the tone of this one. Also, as a general theme, nothing draws me in more than well thought out dialogue, and this one has some fucking GREAT dialogue.
Your love is better than ice cream - Cecily_v, liminalmemories
An alternative meet-cute, where-in Tommy doesn’t know the 118 and decides Buck is worth it anyway. Buck is confused but figures some things out.
There is so much I love about this AU. How they meet. How their relationship progresses. How it feels glacially slow in comparison to the canon storyline but also how in character they both are. The foundation of their love in this fic is downright eatable.
just couldn't fall til we met - thingbe (@beefcakekinard)
Buck and Tommy spend a quiet morning in together.
This is the one that crossed my dash earlier today and made me eat fucking glass on reread. The closeness. The way they're both so tactile. The blink and you'll miss it hints at a life being built together. Eating this UP every time I read it.
The Premium Twunk Appreciation Society, President: Tommy Kinard - everythingremainsconnected
5 times Tommy almost faints like a Victorian maiden at the sight of Buck’s flesh, and 1 time he can do something about it.
“Hey,” Evan said, shoving Eddie out of the way and filling the screen with his playful glare, “organise bro time on your own time, I’m on the phone with– with Tommy.”
“With who?” Eddie repeated. Tommy didn’t need to see his face to hear the fondness in the mocking. “Who’s on the phone? I didn’t quite catch that.”
- They are so stupid about each other in this fic, please read it and watch steam blow out your ears at how sweet and hot and down bad for each other they are.
desire (i want to turn into you) - chthonicheart
The first time Buck’s really able to bury his face between a man’s tits, he nearly cries.
pwp but with a whole heaping of character study. HOT.
rule four (you were only waiting for this moment to arise) - middyblue (daisyblaine) [@middyblue]
Tommy has doubts.
There is a general mood to this piece that feels heavy in a way I can't quite explain. There was a weight on my chest all the way through this in the BEST way possible. The way Tommy navigates his mind and struggles to trust the little slice of peace he and Buck have carved out is just mindbogglingly beautiful.
Come Fly The Friendly Skies - RC_McLachlan (@rcmclachlan)
Buck meets their rescue mission's would-be pilot and is extremely normal about it.
"Throttling is what I'm gonna do to you if you don't shut up and let the nice man steal a helicopter for us,"
WHEN I TELL YOU I AM INCANDESCENT WITH RAGE over how funny and insightful this fic is.
Every characterization is picture perfect.
Maddie gives great hugs, but she's so small; if she had this guy's build and could basically fold Buck into her like an old blanket, they'd have to pry him out of her arms with the jaws of life.
In the back of Buck's mind, in a place he hasn't discovered, he's already picked out a venue and chosen his centerpieces. He's mentally putting together seating arrangements. This line of Buck's thoughts on Tommy Kinard told me so.
Please read this and join me in trying to destroy RC with my mind (lovingly).
little by little - MediaWhore
Buck & Tommy, during and after the wedding.
There is something so soft and gentle about this fic. The way Tommy just gives in to the exhaustion and props himself up against Buck because he knows he'll be able to take the weight (he wants to take the weight and Tommy knows it). The quiet flirting, the way they take care of one another. The jumpscare of Marge and Phil and how this fic is right at the edges of exploring that but Buck has me important priorities.
“It was badly done,” - the way this is so in character for Ma Buckley and the way it made me want to SHAKE HER TIL HER TENDONS SHATTERED AND SHE CRUMBLED LIKE A SATISFYING CASINO IMPLOSION
Soft and heartbreaking and mending all at once.
while you arranged flowers - newtkelly
Buck’s got a wedding date, but as far as today goes, he’s also got a regular one.
The way I want to wrap this Buck up tenderly and hide him from the people in his life who DON'T DESERVE HIS AFFECTION, HIS LOVE, HIS JOY.
The non-urgency of this, the absolute too-much-too-soon he's dealing with in his own mind while he grapples with the reality of seizing a second chance with both hands and getting to explore himself within the confines of a very lovely, very sweet and kind, VERY HOT man he wants to get on his knees for.
Beautiful prose, excellent dialogue, an insightful character study.
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Thinking about wolf!toji smelling stress on you, that or another person, when you come home.
I don’t think he would be the type to try and comfort you at all or ask you to explain what you were feeling but he would definitely be gentler with you, and super observant
YES NONNIE EXACTLYYYYY!!!!! wolf!toji is not big on words at all !!! but whatever he can't speak on he will make up for in actions :33
i think wolf!toji would probably unconciously do that as soon as you walk in the door, nose twitching as he picks up the various scents that have clung to your body over the course of the day. he can smell the fatigue, the faint traces of whoever you sat next to on the bus, the smell of coffee from your evening cup.
but stress on you is different. it's sharp and jarring and it makes his tail flick unknowingly—he does not like this scent on you.
internally, he's in the midst of a rage and a panic. rage because of what, or who, is causing this emotion in you.
(you, who deserves nothing but every single drop of happiness in the world.)
and panic because he does not know what to do. he is not a kind man—he does not know how to offer soft words and free comfort the way you do. the way any good person would do.
so instead, he does what he knows he cannot mess up. he waits until you have gone to shower before quietly picking up the phone. he orders food from a place he knows you like, waits for it to be left on the doorstep, and then plates it himself. then he wordlessly sits in his seat and waits for you.
when you return, you comment on his behavior, and he brushes you off with a scoff. but for the rest of the night he does not tear his eyes away from you, ever attentive to your needs. he sees you shiver while you're watching tv, and he's throwing a blanket over your head. your eyes get heavy, and he silently turns the volume down.
soon enough, you're completely knocked out, and toji shuts the tv off. there is a brief thought that runs through his mind, questioning why on earth he's doing all of this for you.
why he's bending down to pick you up in his arms. why he's making sure your head is comfortable resting against his shoulder before walking you to your room. why he's gently setting you down in your bed and pulling the blankets up to your chin.
but then he remembers the way the expression on your face had brightened up, and suddenly he knows he has his answer.
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