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my love mine all mine by ktyekmrf30
Fandoms: เธม-โป้ Heart That Skips a Beat | Thame-Po: Heart That Skips a Beat (TV)
08 Jan 2025
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— Из-за меня мы не можем ходить на обычные свидания, — наконец говорит Тэм и звучит безнадежно смирившимся, — Ты не заслуживаешь, чтобы тебя прятали, пи’По.
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- Part 2 of things you do for your idol boyfriend
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12 Jan 2025
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— Пи’По, — выдыхает Тэм, смотря на По во все глаза, открывает рот, что сказать что-то ещё, но теряется и просто замолкает, вновь переводя взгляд на сверкающую гирлянду вокруг него.
— Тебе нравится? — спрашивает По, внезапно теряя уверенность, пока наблюдает за реакцией Тэма. До этого момента он не думал о том, что мог перешагнуть черту в своём планировании. За последний год их отношений между ними никогда не возникало недопонимания, поэтому По был уверен, что Тэму, любящему демонстрировать свою любовь и привязанность, понравится его сюрприз, но что если...
— Это потрясающе, — выдыхает Тэм, прерывая поток волнения По, и тот облегченно улыбается, — Но как ты вообще убедил их, что подобная обстановка может быть работой?
— О, — По краснеет, но решает сознаться, — Правда, тебе не стоит переживать об этом. Джун помог мне.
— Дж... — Тэм замолкает и качает головой, — Не хочу знать.
По смеётся.
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When Ted Lasso gets in Roy's ear about putting aside his differences and making peace with Jamie for the good of the team, he probably meant for the boys to have a chat. But nothing is remotely normal between these two boys, and they end up a little side-tracked after Roy accidentally gets a glimpse of Jamie's underwear.
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It's another Gala fic. There's lingerie and a lot of fucking swearing.
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29 Oct 2024
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“I need it,” he whimpers, “I need it… please…please, Roy.” He lifts his head up, eyes squeezed shut, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead and cheeks and Roy wants to lick it and taste him. Jamie’s a controlling little bastard on the pitch but watching him submit might be the sexiest thing Roy has ever seen.
He shifts slightly to stand at Jamie’s side, allowing him to access to the front and the back of his body. He peers around his flexed arms, glistening with sweat as they clutch the sink and looks down to where he can now see Jamie’s hard cock, standing to attention, quivering slightly with the movement of his body. Roy’s fingers twitch and he licks his lips, imagining the feel of it, the taste of him.
Fucking typical of this little prick to be fucking delicious everywhere…
He reaches down and takes Jamie’s cock in his free hand, still working his hole with other hand. Despite how hard Jamie is, the skin is soft, silken to the touch, and a little slippery with the pre-come that has oozed out and dribbled down. Jamie releases a gasp that quickly becomes a low, drawn-out, sensual moan.
“Oh god,” he whispers looking down at how Roy’s hand has started to move over him, like he cannot believe it is happening, “Oh my god.”
“This,” Roy growls, squeezing a little tighter, “is not yours to touch. This is mine tonight.”
Jamie whimpers helplessly, tensing. He’s close now, so fucking close.
“Tell me,” Roy insists, his mouth close to Jamie’s ear, both hands working him without mercy.
“Tell you what?” Jamie stutters out, his body starting to shake.
“Who does this belong to?”
“You… yours… fuck, it’s yours,” he fumbles his words, then says, “God, Roy… I’m yours…” And when Jamie groans again, he can’t help but join in because hearing that is such a fucking rush. By the way that Jamie is gasping and trembling, Roy knows he needs that little something extra to tip him over the edge, so he leans in, slowly kisses his neck and then watches Jamie’s face in the mirror as he whispers close to his ear.
“Come on then, Tartt. Show me how pretty you are when I make you come.”
Almost before he’s finished speaking, he hears Jamie swear in a cracked voice and then his breath stutters momentarily, followed by a series of fucking irresistible sounds that are caught somewhere between a sigh and a moan. Jamie’s cock twitches in his hand and his head drops to his chest as the spurts of come shoot out of him.
Fucking Christ…
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Forced to house sit for his parents after being kicked out, Steve is thinking he and Eddie are going to watch a movie. Maybe fool around a bit. What he isn’t expecting is how Eddie in a bit of black lace is going to make him feel.
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06 Oct 2024
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Something is wrong with you,” Steve told him, getting a prize-winning grin in return.
Eddie turned slightly to the side so Steve could reach, bending when Steve put a hand on the small of his back and pushed. Hands braced on Steve’s knee, he swayed his hips enticingly, laughing when Steve delivered a reproachful, sticky smack to his ass. Steve pressed in until his middle finger brushed Eddie’s hole, but Eddie abruptly straightened up.
“Wait, hold on,” he said, shimmying the panties back up from around his knees. “Want you to fuck me in these.”
Steve was so horny he felt light-headed, resuming his task as Eddie bent over again, panties pulled to the side to expose the wet center of him. “You’re a weirdo, you know that?”
Eddie grinned lazily over his shoulder, sighing as Steve sunk a finger slowly inside, the perfect pucker of him tight and warm and gorgeous. “You love it.”
“Mhm,” Steve hummed, stroking Eddie’s scarred stomach, watching with rapture as Eddie’s full mouth parted around a moan, a second finger joining the first. They’d fucked the day before, Eddie wild and flushed in Steve’s lap, and his body still showed the signs, his ass softening quickly to the intrusion.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Eddie breathed, startling into a delirious laugh when Steve crooked his fingers inside. Eddie was always like this — especially when he was a little high — so sensitive, his body going loose and easy under the right touch. There was pride to be found in Steve’s knowing how to make it good for him; in knowing Eddie’s body like this. Eddie’s chin dropped down to his chest as Steve worked, his dick surrendering a generous blurt of precome when Steve worked it loose from his panties to touch, and it was all Steve could do not to tell him how much he’d loved him in secret.
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Steve Harrington likes little white panties. A lot. So much so that Eddie Munson thinks of the perfect prank to play on his good friend Steve after they watch Alien together.
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06 Oct 2024
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“Oh?” He says it like Eddie’s just challenged him. And maybe he has.
“Yeah. I’m not just some high school girl susceptible to your big eyes and,” he glances at Steve, “swoopy hair.” Eddie’s waffling between nervousness and incredibly turned on and having the time of his life flirting with Steve. It’s the same rush as hot-wiring a car or spinning in a circle too fast. The push and pull of fear and exhilaration has his heart hammering wildly in his chest and his dick perking up with interest.
Steve huffs a laugh. “Won’t spread your legs for just anyone, huh?”
He’s hit with the image of spreading his legs for Steve, letting him crawl into his lap, kissing him—the reaction to it is immediate and intense, his cock chubbing up at the thought of it. He blushes harder, hoping it’s dark enough in the van that Steve can’t see. “Nope. Gotta be true love ,” he says with a jokey lilt to his voice. It’s not really true, but most of Eddie’s sexual experience has been less about connection and more about sexual gratification and opportunity. He’s not really interested in being that for Steve—even if his dick is currently protesting in his pants. Their friendship is too important to mess it up with a quick fuck that could ruin everything.
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And just like that, Eddie pulls his boxers down just a smidge too low.
Eddie wasn’t lying. The tattoo, a gorgeous, fantastical imagining of a dragon, stretches across the plane of his stomach all the way into his pubic hair.
But that’s not what Steve’s looking at.
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25 Sep 2024
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An idea occurs to Steve. It’s something him and Tommy used to do, back when all they ever tried to do was gross each other out. Except, it turned into more than that over time. Turned into some kind of competition.
Sometimes it felt like they might as well just kiss. And, well…
Fuck it, he thinks, and stands.
“Sure.” He takes ahold of Eddie’s chin, hovering over him. “Open your mouth.”
Eddie’s breath stutters, eyes big and curious. Slowly, he parts his lips.
Maybe it’s an ungentlemanly thing to do, to look a guy in the eyes as you let spit pool in your mouth, but shit, Eddie’s easy to tease.
He tightens his grip on Eddie’s chin, hovering over him. And then he spits directly into his mouth.
Eddie exhales harshly through his nose, body twitching as he stares up at Steve.
“Swallow,” Steve says softly, and Jesus fuck, Eddie does.
“Holy fuck,” Eddie breathes, hand tightening on Steve’s waist.
“Good,” Steve says hoarsely. “That’s good.”
They just look at each other for a moment, and then Eddie's tipping himself closer to Steve, tentatively presses his cheek to Steve’s thigh. When Steve doesn’t protest, Eddie nuzzles him, pressing his nose to the joint between Steve’s leg and hip. Nudges right up against his clothed dick, eyes fluttering shut.
Hand in his hair, Steve breathes, “Eddie.”
Eyes opening again, half-lidded as they are, Eddie’s fingers skirt the edge of Steve’s trunks. “Can I–” He stops. Looks unsure.
Steve wants nothing more than to lean down and kiss the surety back into Eddie, but he decides to be patient. Murmurs, “Can you what, baby?”
At the pet name, Eddie shudders. Wets his lips before asking, “Can I suck your dick?”
The words punch through Steve like a physical blow.
“You wanna suck my dick out here?” Steve asks breathlessly, because holy shit. He should probably suggest they go to his room, or something. A bed would be good.
Eddie tilts his head. “...Are you objecting?”
Next time. Next time he'll suggest the bed.
“Fuck no.”
The grin he gets in return sends blood rushing south.
Wetting his lips, Eddie moves to nuzzle Steve again. Slips a hand up his thigh to wrap around the outline of his dick, and holy shit this is happening. He's gonna let Eddie suck him off- fuck, beg him, if he wants.
Eddie pauses then for a second, like he's strategising, before he tugs Steve's trunks down in one fluid move, groaning the second Steve's exposed.
"You're big," Eddie murmurs, and Steve laughs breathily.
"Thanks."
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Interrupted by TerezFox8989
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue (2023), Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
04 Sep 2024
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Collection of one shots: Alex and Henry are interrupted during intimate moments.
Chapter 16: Philip againSeries
- Part 1 of Interrupted
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Boys I-“ the bedroom door opens and then closes just as quickly.
Henry drops instantly, just as the door closes, years of self preservation kicking in “did you father just walk in on us?” He asks after a tense moment of silence.
“Yep.”
“Right, we’re done.”
“Morning, Alex. Henry hiding?” Oscar teases his son, when it’s just him wondering into the kitchen.
Alex settles at the middle of the kitchen island “He’s now insisting he stay 500ft away from me, so thanks for that.”
“I’m sorry,” Oscar offers sincerely. “I really didn’t mean to interrupt you two,” a smile pulling at his lips. “You’re usually louder.”
Alex’s sleep deprived brain takes a moment to register, “I’m sorry what?”
“‘Shhh my dad’s going to hear,’” Oscar laughs. “Does not in fact keep your dad from hearing. Though I suppose, really, we can blame that one on all the tequila you’d had that night.”
Alex’s face pinches in confusion then slowly washes into realization that he’s talking about last year, Labor Day, “Is that how you knew Henry and I-.”
“I had my suspicions before then, but that definitely solidified things.”
“Oh my god,” Alex laughs awkwardly, unable to stop himself from sitting up more and turning when Henry enters the room. “Apparently it’s ok Hen, because my dad’s heard us before.”
“Oh,” Henry pauses for a brief second on his way to the tea kettle, if you hadn’t been watching it was easy to miss, but Alex eyes follow every step. “We’re going to talk about it, and here I was hoping we’d do this the British way.”
“The British way?”
Henry, prepares his tea, refusing to look at either men as he talks. “We all collectively agree to ignore the elephant in the room, denying it ever happened, I die a little more every time I look your father in the eye and most importantly,” he pauses to look up, dies a little inside as he makes eye contact with Oscar for a moment before turning to Alex. “never say anything.”
“Ah,” Oscar chuckles as he fills a plate. “Well we’re going to do this the Claremont-Diez way, where I tell you I’m sorry for interrupting you two and I’ll be sure to knock next time.”
“Apology accepted,” Henry with a finality that says he wont be discussing this further and takes the plate of food he’s handed. He turns back the way he came and settles at the end of the island, and very clearly the furthest spot from Alex.
“Baby,” Alex calls out stretched across the island in a fruitless attempt to reach Henry from the middle.
“You’ll live.”
“I can see a light.”
Oscar slides a plate forward for his own son, “Eat your eggs before you wonder into the light”
Alex sits up, spears at an egg in defeat “Why did you barge in anyway?”
“Oh right,” Oscar turns to look at the clock, “we have company in the next 5 minutes.”
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Cuddle Therapy by FirstPrinceFairytale
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023)
06 Sep 2024
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Alex slid in close to Henry, until their shoulders pressed together. “How’s this as a place to start?”
That simple touch felt hot, and Henry’s whole body was suddenly tense, not sure how to react. “That’s alright.”
Alex brought his opposite hand up to touch Henry’s arm and ran it soothingly up and down his biceps. “It’s okay if this feels like a lot, the first touches after a long time without can feel pretty intense.”
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In which Henry is touch starved and Alex is a professional cuddle therapist.
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07 Sep 2024
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And then there was Alex’s face when they first met, startled into uncharacteristic silence. Is it possible that while Henry was busy being stunned by Alex’s beauty, Alex was having a similar moment? Was it truly possible that all of Henry’s feelings were actually mutual?
“I never meant to hurt him,” Henry said, his heart aching for an entirely new reason. “Is he okay?”
“No, he’s not okay!” Nora said, sounding frustrated. “I told you, he’s a wreck! He called me after you left, and he could barely get the words out to tell me what happened. He was going on and on about how he ruined everything, saying he shouldn’t have told you how he felt.”
“But he didn’t tell me!” Henry said, absolutely crestfallen. “He just repeated the policy that we couldn’t work together if someone developed feelings. I thought for sure he meant mine!”
Nora groaned. “That boy is just as dumb as you are.”
“I need to go to him,” Henry said, suddenly desperate to get back to Alex. His eyes cast around the room for a moment, before he landed on his phone on the coffee table, and he snatched it up.
“Are you calling him?” Pez asked.
“I’m calling an Uber,” Henry said, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “I think I need to apologize. Face to face.”
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I’ve been watching you for some time (can’t stop staring at those ocean eyes) by mary_arting
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023)
06 Sep 2024
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Alex loves his job, the thrill of chase and the reassuring calmness of hours of surveillance, going down the rabbit hole of research and making dozens of lists and spreadsheets.
The most important, though, is the opportunity to finally get under the skin of the entitled brats of the world, the know-it-all privileged motherfuckers. To be a half Mexican kid from a middle-class family pushing the disgustingly rich white man down to their knees, turning their lives upside down, bringing chaos into their perfectly ordered existence feels empowering.
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Alex is a private investigator and Henry is his target. But what if they have more in common than it seems?Bookmarked by prosto_lunatic
07 Sep 2024
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Alex steps closer to the table and starts talking.
"You did it, baby. I can't believe you did. I don't know you. Not really. But I'm so proud of you. It must've been so hard. You're incredible, the bravest motherfucker I've ever known. And the list still stands, although if I wrote it now, it would be at least twice as long." Henry watches him with eyes wide open, not daring to interrupt. Alex goes on.
"And, just so you know, you've changed my life too. I'm not doing that anymore, I'm halfway done getting an actual degree. I'll be a lawyer, just like I wanted in the childhood." He lowers his voice, barely above whisper. "And I'm sorry. I'm still so sorry about what I did. Good thing, it kinda worked out in the end, right?"
Alex cringes at his own words. A behavior he's adopted in the early teenage years: nothing can hurt you if it's just shits and giggles. It won't cut it this time. "Sorry, it's a nervous reaction. I'm not trying to make a joke out of it. It's as serious as it gets, there's no excuse for what I did." He pauses for a few seconds: enough to draw in another quick breath, but not enough for Henry to interrupt.
"Thanks for the poem too. I didn't expect it. I mean, I kinda did, after the speech, but still... It's so... real. I'm really excited to read all the others." Alex gently takes his book, cradling it to his chest. "I have a lot more to say, but I have no right to make you listen to my ramblings and also I might be having another panic attack if I stay, so... I'll leave now. I probably shouldn't have come in the first place. Thank you, Henry. I'm sorry. I really am."
He turns to leave, followed by Henry's shaking voice.
"Alex. Wait." He freezes. "Remember, you wrote about wishing to meet under different circumstances? What if we do just that? A young poet meets a devastatingly gorgeous law student at a book signing, they continue the conversation in a cozy restaurant. There's something romantic about that, don't you think?"
Alex doesn't try to hide an exhale of relief, his lips spreading into a soft happy smile. Will he really get a second chance?
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Flowers Only Grow Where There Are Seeds by chamel for politics_and_prose
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
06 Sep 2024
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“You should go talk to him,” June interrupts blithely, already sauntering away.
“What? No,” Alex scoffs.
“Why not? He’d probably be flattered he caught the attention of the First Son.”
“He’s working, June,” Alex says. “He doesn’t want to be bothered.”
(Or, Alex finds himself enraptured by a very beautiful gardener who works at the White House)
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- Part 15 of 100 Fic Fandom Fest
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06 Sep 2024
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Let me make sure I have this right,” Henry says carefully. “You’re out here pouting tonight because you think this is the last time you’re going to see me until spring?”
Alex huffs out a laugh and looks down, feeling his face heat. “I mean, I don’t know if I’d put it that way.”
“You’re wrong about some things, love,” Henry replies, inching closer. Moving slowly, he reaches out to slide a hand onto Alex’s waist, the mere pressure of it lighting a fire under Alex’s skin even as Alex trembles involuntarily under his touch. Then he looks out at the gardens. “They’re not dead. A bit dormant, perhaps, but still in need of care. And I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’re not?” Alex asks breathlessly.
Henry shakes his head. “There’s plenty to do over the winter. Planning, cleaning, prepping the beds… Rodolfo has plenty to keep us busy. I’ll admit, I was intending on taking some time off, but you certainly won’t get rid of me that easily.”
Alex feels like he’s fucking flying, or would be if Henry’s steady presence wasn’t tethering him to the ground. He’s shifted even closer now, nearly pressing Alex back against the tree, and Alex lifts his arms to loop loosely over Henry’s shoulders as he lets a pleased grin curl onto his lips. “There aren’t any roses, though.”
“I’ll buy you roses, you absolute menace,” Henry huffs, but he’s smiling too broadly to sell being put out about it.
“I have another confession,” Alex breathes into the rapidly vanishing space between their lips. “I also ran away because I wanted to kiss you at midnight, but I couldn’t.”
Henry pauses, pulling back a little, though he thankfully doesn’t let go. “Ah. I understand if you can’t afford the questions—”
“No, that’s not it. I don’t care who knows. I mean, I should probably make a plan for officially coming out, but that’s not why,” Alex jumps in before he can get anything else out, because it’s important that Henry knows.
Alex isn’t ashamed and he doesn’t want to hide but, like so many things in his life, it’s not that simple. He takes a deep breath, forcing his jumbled thoughts into something that makes sense, which is no mean feat when he’s tipsy and his arms are full of a very handsome gardener who he’d much rather be kissing.
“It’s a lot, being in the public eye the way I am, and I couldn’t ask that of you,” Alex says as he stares fixedly at Henry’s tie. It’s got little yellow roses on it, and he can’t resist dropping a hand down to run a finger down the silk. “You like your quiet life.”
“I like it,” Henry murmurs. He lifts a hand to Alex’s chin, his fingers icy cold on Alex’s overheated skin, and nudges Alex’s face up so that their eyes meet. “I like you more.”
“Oh,” Alex breathes.
“Now, about that New Year’s kiss…”
Henry is biting his lip, looking hopeful and coy all at once as he stares down at Alex through pale lashes, and Alex… can’t believe this is his life, actually. He’s going to enjoy it while it lasts, though—just them, in the garden that brought them together, and a kiss that holds as much endless potential as the plants around them. Not fragile but resilient, perennial, ready to grow and bloom into something truly incredible.
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“Evan,” Tommy says, half sigh, half warning. A quick glance around the dance floor reveals that they’re not dancing nearly as risque as half the couples on the floor. He lets his own hips move, meeting Evan’s hips as they circle into his. It's a weak protest as he says, “God, baby, we can’t do this here.”
“We can,” Evan whispers, spinning so they are face to face and Tommy can feel him in in his jeans. It's intoxicating to know that Evan's as worked up as he is. “I'm wondering, if I kissed you now, would you still taste like tequila?”
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- Part 4 of Buck & Tommy Doing It Everywhere BUT The Bed
- Part 5 of Not Where The Storyline Ends
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15 May 2024
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“They would know why and come here banging down the door,” Evan says, sighing. “We have to go.”
Tommy bites the inside of his cheek, looking everywhere but at Evan’s ass as he moves to the front door. “I’ll be out in a second.” It takes every visual of gruesome scenes at work and a cold rinse of his face in the sink before he’s anywhere decent to be seen in public.
“We’re picking that up where we left off,” he whispers into Evan’s ear, sliding in next to him in the backseat.
“Tommy,” Evan says, shoving him away. “I just got everything under control, you can’t do this to me.”
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After the wedding, Buck and Tommy finally get some time for themselves.
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13 May 2024
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Fuck, you going to come again, baby?”
Buck shakes his head, thighs trembling. “No, no, I can’t—”
A flash of pink, Tommy’s tongue wetting his lips. “Do it for me.”
Buck whines, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. It’s not like it’s impossible, he’s done it before, by himself, but over hours, not one straight after the other. Tommy doesn’t slow, he shifts, and Buck finds his mouth filled with fingers again to stop the noises leaving him as his prostate is nailed over and over again.
The hand Tommy has on his knee drops to Buck’s half-hard cock, curling rough fingers around it, gentle strokes that rocket up the sensation choking him. He shakes his head, wild, almost frightened.
“Tommy—”
“Come on, Evan,” Tommy encourages, muscles straining. “You can do it.”
And he does.
Tommy leans forward, pressing Buck’s knee close to his chest, and strokes his cock as the most perfect thrust to ever have existed hits him just right and Buck’s coming again. His back arches so fast and high his spine releases in a series of cracks. He bites down on Tommy’s fingers, groaning and sobbing as his feet shake and his hole tightens like a vice, sucking a hiss from between Tommy’s teeth.
Buck barely manages to open his eyes in time to watch Tommy fall apart. Jaw clenched, the tendons in his neck jutting out. And he wishes his limbs weren’t wet noodles. He wants to pull him down to kiss him, to lick at his tendons, to taste his sweat.
When Tommy comes, it’s stunning.
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We're hot as hell, does it burn when I'm not there? by actually_allie
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
05 May 2024
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Tommy loves when Buck turns into a babbling mess, and loves even more how debauched he looks as he glances at him through his eyelashes. He knows him so well by now, knows what drives him crazy and recognizes the slight change in his voice and in the way he breathes when he's about to come, which means he knows when to stop and pull back if he wants to draw things out a bit longer.
“No, no, Tommy,” Buck whimpers, groaning loudly, squirming beneath him. “Fuck, I was– please, I can go a second time after, I need–”
Tommy presses a kiss to his thigh and hovers over him, careful not to touch his sensitive cock, and brushes their noses together, smiling softly at him. “I know you can, baby,” he whispers on his lips. “I just– I wanna try something, if you trust me.”
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Or, the one where Tommy edges Buck. That's it, that's the fic.Series
- Part 5 of BuckTommy Week(end) 2024
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06 May 2024
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Buck swats his ass playfully. “You menace,” he teases, moaning as he shifts on top of him and his cock bumps against Tommy's stomach. He's still half-hard, and a few more white ribbons paint his skin, adding to the mess.
Tommy pulls back slightly, ducking his head to stare at Buck's belly, covered in a pattern of slick stripes that resemble a modern art painting. He bets that if he were younger, his cock would have filled up again at that sight. “Shit,” he curses, his hand moving on its own accord to gather some of Buck's cum on his fingers. He keeps his gaze locked with Buck's as he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean, moaning shamelessly.
“Oh, God,” Buck groans, reaching out to drag him into a filthy kiss and taste himself on his tongue. “You're so fucking hot when you do that.”
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It’s not that he’s weirded out about being with a man.
But he’s not not nervous about it either.
Buck 1.0 would probably thrive in this, but this Buck? This Buck knows it’s not just about sex and he wants to do it, so right he gets a little in his head. But that’s ok because he can still use some of Buck 1.0 old ideas.
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05 May 2024
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That’s good then. Now just push a bit more, not too much, just a little, and crook your finger a little.”
Buck can’t do anything else than obey Tommy’s voice and pushes his finger just a little bit more, trying to form like a hook with it when he suddenly touches something that makes his vision white and makes his back arches.
“Fuck Tommy, what…”
“That’s it baby… that’s it. Feels great, uh? If only you knew how much I wish I was between your thighs right now. Massaging them while I open you slowly. Getting all these pretty noises out of you. Watching you squirm under my eyes.”
“Tommy, I can’t…”
“It’s ok baby. I know it’s intense. You don’t have to push yourself, alright?”
“Uh,uh,” says Buck before a slight tremor makes his finger twitch and hits that spot again, “oh fuck!”
He can feel his cock leaking on his abs, precum dripping freely from it since his finger touched his hole for the first time and the way it is twitching now is just making the mess grow.
“Tommy, please…” whines Buck.
“What baby? What do you need?”
“You. I want you Tommy.”
“You have me Evan. All of me.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course, baby. Now why don’t you make me hear more of these pretty noises, uh?”
“What… what should I do?”
“How about trying to rub that spot again? Slowly, just teasing it.”
Buck nods, not caring that Tommy can’t see him right now as he moves his finger again, slowly until it touches that spot again, stars filling his closed eyelids. But unlike the two other times when he pull his finger back he keeps it there, massaging that warm spot and he knows, he knows that he won’t last, not with how warm his body feels, not with how good it’s making him feels.
And he can’t stop himself from imagining Tommy above him, Tommy opening him up and sliding inside him. Tommy hitting that spot again and again and-
“Fu-uuuck Tommy,” he shouts as his cock erupts, grabbing it to stroke it, to milk his orgasm for all its worth. Cum covering his abs, some hitting his pecs as well.
“That’s it baby, fuck Evan, you sound so good cumming for me. You’re incredible baby.”
The praise makes him feel even warmer. He’s not sure anymore if it’s the orgasm or the praise that makes his cheeks warm, but he doesn’t really care, not when Tommy keeps whispering praises through the phone while he comes back to himself.
Wincing a little when he pulls his finger out of his hole and feels it contract on empty air. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s definitely not the most comfortable feeling.
“Evan?” he hears coming from the phone on his chest.
“Uh?” he acknowledges distractingly as he let go of his cock and wipes his hand over his chest.
“How do you feel? You got pretty silent on me there baby…”
“Am sorry. Just …coming down from all that. It was pretty intense,” he mumbles, trying to get his bearings back.
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“So, that happened,” Evan said finally.
“It sure did,” Tommy agreed. “Are they always, uhh—”
“Like that? Yeah, pretty much.”—
Tommy meets the Buckleys. It goes about as well as expected.
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Now, Evan, that's just not fair—"
"Not Evan," he interrupted. "Not to you."
He pulled away again, and Tommy couldn't help but send them a jaunty little wave as they walked away.
"Lovely to meet you," he said, dripping as much venom into his voice as he could, and from their faces he had hit his mark.
They left the older couple standing there and made their way back to the group by the door. Eddie made some complicated eyebrow gesture that clearly meant are you okay and Evan nodded in response as he hugged Christopher goodbye. Maddie came out to give them both one final hug, squeezing Tommy tighter than he expected.
"Thank you for taking care of him," she whispered. "I have it on good authority that he likes you a lot."
"I like him a lot, too," Tommy whispered back, and it was true, damn it. The month since he'd gotten involved with the 118 again, and the few weeks since he and Evan had slowly been getting to know each other, had been a whirlwind, but he had his head on straight—ha—enough to know that Evan was both safety and danger wrapped up in a neat little package. He was confident that this could be so very, very good, but the real risk of losing his heart to this man almost made him hesitate.
Almost. Not quite.
The walk out to the parking lot was silent, Evan's hand back in his, gripping tightly like a lifeline. Tommy had a lot of questions, but Evan was clearly stewing something over, and Tommy was patient. They climbed into the Jeep, dumping Tommy's gear into the back seat, then sat in silence for a few moments.
"So, that happened," Evan said finally.
"It sure did," Tommy agreed. "Are they always, uhh—"
"Like that? Yeah, pretty much." Evan let out a dejected sigh. "I'm mostly just sorry you had to deal with that. I kinda dragged you into it without asking, I wasn't thinking."
"Evan. Hey." He squeezed his hand, shaking it gently until Evan looked up and met his gaze. "You don't have to apologise. You're not something I deal with, okay? I wanted to be there with you. If that includes sticking up to your parents with you, I'm gonna do that. Although..." He hesitated. "You said 'not Evan'. I thought the Buck thing was a 118 thing, and I didn't want to overstep and use it, but if I've been crossing a line calling you that, I'm sorry."
"You haven't." A ghost of a smile crossed Evan's face. "It's not about the name, not really. They—" he hesitated. "Without going into it too much, because I really can't handle that right this second, they really just barely acknowledged that I even existed when I was a kid. I was like furniture, unless I was being a problem, and then obviously I was a big problem. Evan was that little kid who just wanted them to see me, and then when I was in the academy I became Buck, and I got to be more myself. And they hated it, refused to ever use it. Just, Evan Evan Evan, no matter how much I asked."
"That sounds awful."
"Yeah. Obviously it's not like nobody ever used it, like, hospitals tend to use your government name, and I end up in those a lot," he joked. "But, yeah, I dunno. I hate when they call me Evan, because it feels like being that kid again. That's not how it feels with you. You make it feel safe."
And the golden evening light coming through the windshield caught the blush rising on Evan's cheeks just right, and what was Tommy supposed to do? Not lean in, not kiss him softly? Not draw him into a half-cuddle across the centre console that dug into both their sides, but wasn't enough of an annoyance to be worth letting this man out of his arms? Tommy wasn't always the smartest of men; he'd done some stupid fucking things in his life. But he was not stupid enough to let Evan Buckley go, potential consequences be damned.
"I think you promised me a shower," he murmured into Evan's temple. "Let's go home, Evan."
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Lou is a dork, and this is what if Tommy had Lou's personality
Bunch of one shots that don't need to be read in order about Buck and Tommy being cute, sweet dorks in love
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Buck's shoulder, looking down on their son.
"He's beautiful," Buck sniffs and looks down at him.
"Hi, Oliver," Buck whispers as to not wake him up. "I'm so happy to finally meet you."
Their second child joins their little family another two years later. This time it's a girl.
From the moment they meet her, they are both aware that she already has them wrapped around her tiny finger and they will do anything for her.
When everything calms down, they bring Oliver with them to the hospital to meet his small sister.
"She's so tiny," Oliver chuckles when he sees her for the first time.
They don't let him hold her just yet, but Tommy sits down next to Buck who's holding the baby and he puts Oliver on his own lap.
Later, Buck takes Oliver to the hospital's canteen to buy them some food and when they come back, they find Tommy asleep.
Tommy fell asleep with the baby on the hospital chair. He's sitting down, leaning back slightly, with the baby sleeping on his chest.
Buck smiles and takes out his phone. He takes the picture and sends it to the 118 group chat.
He captions it: Everyone say hi to our newest family member, Louise "Lou" Buckley-Kinard.
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“I—Yeah, I know,” Buck says, leaning in for a kiss again, getting lost in it for a moment, pulling away. “But I—I want to do everything with you, Tommy.”
Tommy raises an eyebrow, breathing out a quiet laugh. “Everything?”
“Well,” Buck ducks his head, blushing. God, he hasn’t felt this off his game in ages. It’s exhilarating. “Maybe not everything. But, you know, we can, uh, move this into the bedroom. If you—if you want.”
Tommy blinks and looks around as if suddenly remembering that they’d barely made it into the apartment before he’d pushed Buck up against the wall, and grins.
“Lead the way,” He says, his voice smooth and deep. Buck’s stomach swoops.
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Buck and Tommy have been dating for a few weeks and they haven't had sex yet. And then...they do.
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04 May 2024
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“Fuck, you’re eager for it aren’t you, Evan?” Buck moans, reaching up to grip Tommy’s thighs, flexing his fingers as he realizes how big they are.
“Yeah,” Tommy continues, applying gentle pressure to the back of Buck’s head, pulling him closer. “I bet you’ve been dreaming about sucking cock for a while, haven’t you?”
Buck blinks up at him, face and chest burning, electricity running through his body. He pulls back and grabs the waistband of Tommy’s briefs, hesitating for just a second, holding Tommy’s heated gaze, before pulling them down and huffing, “Fuck you.”
There’s no bite to it and Tommy just laughs. Buck’s not sure how he got the memo that he loves being teased, but he doesn’t have time to think about it right now because he’s staring head-on at Tommy’s hard, wet cock.
Buck swallows. He’s never seen his own dick this up close and personally—let alone anybody else’s. All of his previous confidence seems to slip away as he faces it and briefly wonders what the hell he’s supposed to do.
Then Tommy brushes his fingers against Buck’s cheek, gently lifting his chin so he’s looking up at him. He remembers, suddenly, how achingly hard he is.
“Take your time. It’s okay,” Tommy assures him. He presses his thumb to Buck’s mouth again and Buck kisses the pad before nudging it away, grateful.
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“Where are we even going?” Tommy smiles, indulgent and patient and so fucking pretty that Buck wants to cry and fall down on his knees right then and there.
“To the supply closet at the end of the hallway.” Buck leans forward until his lips are just a few inches away from Tommy, whispering conspiratorially. “I happen to know the nurses and doctors always use that one for a quickie, so we probably won't get interrupted.”
“I have… so many questions.” Tommy blinks at him, the smile still not quite leaving his expression.
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Buck can't help himself and drags Tommy into a supply closet where he gives his first ever blow job. It goes better than he ever could've imagined.Bookmarked by prosto_lunatic
03 May 2024
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teeth, swollen on spit slick. Buck pushes his tongue unto Tommy's mouth and makes a whole slew of noises, muffled by the filthy, hard, demanding kiss they're sharing.
Tommy pulls him out of his pants and starts stroking him, tight and fast and on the side of too much.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Buck whimpers, overstimulated and on the verge of coming. He is shaking and every muscle in his body is tightening in anticipation. Waves and waves of pleasure wash over him until he thinks he might pass out with the force of it.
It shouldn't feel this good, he thinks, a blowjob and a quick handjob in a supply closet in a hospital with all of his loved ones down the hall. It shouldn't feel this damn good like Buck might die any second from how amazing, incredible it feels. For how toe-curling, earth-shattering it feels.
But somehow, it does. Tommy makes it that way.
He looks down, sees Tommy's big hand wrapped around his cock, moving fast and sloppy and Buck can't take it anymore.
He can feel his balls going tight, can feel the heat building higher and higher, the tension winding tight around his spine until it snaps.
Every nerve ending in Buck's body explodes all at once, he comes with a muffled moan against Tommy's shoulder, raking his nails across his chest and arm.
Tommy milks him through it, oversensitive until Buck is whimpering and pulling away, can't stop moaning and babbling, even though he is so spent and his throat feels raw and like gravel.
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Buck pressed Tommy's cock to his lips, darting out his tongue to flick it over the sensitive head while the ball of the piercing traced a line right under the muscle.
Tommy gasped, filling out immediately. “What—,” he sputtered, grabbing Buck’s chin with his thumb and index and pulling him up until they were face to face. “What the fuck did you do?”
Buck smiled, allowing himself to lick over his bottom lip, letting the man in front of him watch. “Got a little something,” he honied, dragging the edge of the bottom ball through the corners of his mouth. “Wanted to be good for you.”
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Buck gets a tongue piercing to suck Tommy off.
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01 May 2024
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right under the muscle.
Tommy gasped, his cock filling out immediately. “What—,” he sputtered, grabbing Buck’s chin with his thumb and index and pulling him up until they were face to face. “What the fuck did you do?”
Buck smiled, allowing himself to lick over his bottom lip, letting the man in front of him watch. “Got a little something,” he honied, dragging the edge of the bottom ball through the corners of his mouth. “Wanted to be good for you.”
Tommy groaned, deep and close-mouthed. His eyes darted up, then down, watching the little metallic bar move with each of his boyfriend’s tongue twists. “Fuck, Evan,” he breathed in, biting his own lip in the process. “You truly are a slut.”
Buck moaned at the words, his brows softening. Tommy’s grip on his chin tightened, and before he could do anything, he was being pulled up for real, the man’s lips bruising on his own. He didn’t even ask for permission, shoving his tongue inside Buck’s mouth to taste the metal bar himself.
Their tongues mixed passionately, some saliva running down the corner of Buck’s mouth. Tommy grabbed his neck, choking him slightly.
Kissing someone, his boyfriend, with the piercing on, felt like a religious experience, so he couldn’t even begin to guess what it was like for Tommy. The man kept softening and hardening the grip on his neck, pulling him closer and biting on his lower lip. He could feel the bar running along his boyfriend’s tongue, clinking every time it bumped with one of their teeth.
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“My current hypothesis is that Agent DiNozzo has misinterpreted or distorted his existing memories. It’s as though he sees everything he’s supposed to, but through a new lens. In his mind, the things he’s saying are true, and we need to do our best to respect that and encourage memory recollection.”
The group let the doctor’s words sink in for a minute, until finally, Abby spoke up, her voice solemn and brow furrowed.
“He really thinks McGee has always been his husband.”
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After getting a head injury at a crime scene, Tony sees things... differently than before.
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26 Apr 2024
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didn’t mean to. Besides, with all that coverage about DADT…” McGee did his best to trail off, letting Tony come to conclusions. As reluctant as he was to play along with this charade, he wanted to draw the line at outright lying to Tony about things they’d never once discussed.
Tony’s exhale of relief was audible, and he laughed shakily. “That at least explains why I thought everyone already knew.”
“Yeah. So no big deal. I promise. Besides, for every nosy question the girls send your way, you can ask them one of your own. Maybe clear the fog a bit.”
What had he done? Sure, he drew his own line at outright lying to Tony, but he wasn’t sure Abby and Ziva would have as strong a moral qualm about the issue. He had no way of knowing what they’d say to Tony.
“Sounds good. Hey, while you’re packing, can you grab me some of my chocolate cinnamon bears?”
“Already on my list.”
“Knew you were a keeper,” Tony laughed, “This is why I love you, McGee.”
“I love you too.”
The words had rolled off his tongue. A blatant, undeniable response to a comparatively ambiguous one. He hadn’t even questioned it, hadn’t even known he was going to say it. But now it was out there, the words as real on the other end in Tony’s ear as they were right there in the empty apartment.
But Tony wasn’t fazed. Instead, he just asked pleadingly, “But I’ll see you soon?”
“I’ll work as fast as I can,” McGee assured him. “As fast as I can.”
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Tim thinks he's starting to understand that DiNozzo charm a little better now. He wishes the revelation were coming at a better time, or not at all.
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25 Apr 2024
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Tony brings them face to face again, there's a flash of something in his eyes, lips parted, almost as breathless as Tim. He doesn't get a chance to think about what it means, because Tony’s kissing him again. It's messier now, hands roaming, the strong thigh he’s been decidedly ignoring between his legs flexing and pushing up. (Tim’s hips moving forward, grinding on him. The unmistakable press of Tony’s own arousal, hard and hot. The pathetic whimpering gasps coming from one—both, definitely both—of them.)
Something akin to a growl comes from Tony’s throat when they separate, his grip on Tim’s side is bruising, pleasantly so. He puts some distance between their bodies, much to Tim’s displeasure, and makes a point to look to their right. Tim looks too, making eye contact with the man standing awkwardly by the dumpsters.