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Saturday canceled but they still end up having fun

tevan, 9-1-1 | rating: E | words: 3,522 PWP, omegaverse

Tommy >I hear you canceled on me because you went into rut. Because of me? Tommy opens a photo from Evan, a fucking photo, the alpha sent him a photo to make Tommy crazy. It’s not a dick pic. It’s better. Evan Buckley >yeah

When Tommy got a text while driving to Harbor for his shift, he just chuckled. He didn’t look at it because thinking that Evan just had to text him as soon as possible was better than whatever else could be happening – if someone else is texting or it’s just a whole different notification.

And now, looking at the text in his car before the station…

It is from Evan. But it isn’t anything cute or nice.

Evan Buckley >sorry can’t on Saturday

Well.

It was fun while it lasted.

A whole drive to work.

Tommy sighs and tells himself to get a grip. It was just a kiss. Probably first one with a male omega for Evan. Tommy should know better than to expect that an alpha like Evan would be interested in him. Thinking how the kiss probably made Evan uncomfortable and that’s why he agreed to the date, left Tommy feeling dirty. And not in a fun way.

He shakes himself off and goes inside for his shift.

With his Saturday free but with a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, Tommy declines Eddie invitation to hang out at his house.

You >Sorry. I don’t feel like socializing. Eddie Diaz >Cmon, man, don’t let me rot alone on the couch with the leg elevated, Chris left me for some friends and Marisol is with her brother You >You could always ask the one responsible for your leg to hang out.

Maybe it’s a little petty but it also is a lot of noisy. Depending on Eddie’s answer Tommy would know if Evan dropped Tommy because he made up with Eddie and he realized that it was not Tommy’s attention he wanted or maybe Evan didn’t say anything and wanted to act like nothing happened—

Eddie Diaz >Please that would be hilarious in his present state

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You don't have to be strong - Chapter 5 - RubyEyes - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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Uncle Tommy.

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commission

for @buffaluff ✨thank you ✨

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Hmmm 🦀✨️🦀✨️🦀✨️

Ask and you shall receive! More bucktommy housemates. Getting nsfw under the cut.

Tommy groans and clutches the sheets. "Fuck. God, I've missed you."

Buck leans over Tommy, desperate to get his mouth on whatever skin he can reach. He mouths at Tommy's pec, takes a pebbled nipple between his teeth. Then he blows on the spit-slick skin. Revels in the way Tommy arches his back and shudders. "Are you talking to me or my dick?"

Tommy grins wickedly and pulls him in for a filthy kiss. The slight shift in position pulls Buck even deeper inside Tommy. They both moan at the new sensation.

Buck slows the movement of his hips. "You didn't answer the question."

Tommy kisses him again in lieu of an answer. He nudges Buck's nose with his own. "Of course I missed you, baby."

Buck ducks his head and smiles. "Yeah?"

Tommy cups his cheek. "Yeah. Now shut up and fuck me."

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When Tommy wakes up, it's still dark out, he's hot and sweating, and he's pretty sure he's about to fall off the bed. Or, get pushed off the bed. He takes a second to gather his bearings, and then he notices that his boyfriend's head is right next to his own. On Tommy's pillow.

Evan is plastered against him, his skin so hot against Tommy's, they're both under the duvet, and he's crowding into Tommy's space so much, Tommy is at the edge of the bed. Another inch and he'll be on the floor.

He smiles and rolls his eyes, already used to how cuddly Evan is. He tries to gently push him away, to the middle of the bed at least, but Evan just makes a disapproving sound and burrows his head further into Tommy's pillow. Tommy tries to shove him, a little less gentle, but to no effect.

"Baby," he tries, shaking his arm a little. "I hate to wake you, but I need you to move."

"Mm, no." Evan says, eyes still closed. Tommy's not sue he actually woke up.

"You're on my pillow," Tommy tries to push him away again, as gentle as possible.

"'S more comfortable," Evan mumbles, wrapping his arms tighter around Tommy. A laugh bubbles out of Tommy's chest.

"You're so adorable, but I'm almost on the floor. You wanna switch pillows?"

"Nah, yours will be more comfy anyway." Evan says, a smile playing at his lips.

"Uh-huh. So it's not about the pillow?" Tommy asks teasingly, though he knows, he's known before he woke him up.

"I wanna be close to you," Evan whines, fingers digging into Tommy's skin like he's afraid he was gonna leave.

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," Tommy chuckles, presses a kiss to his forehead. "But could we maybe move a little? I'm about to fall off the bed," he says quietly, amused, running his fingers through Evan's sleepy curls.

"God, you're so needy," Evan mutters, teasing, and Tommy wants to laugh. He doesn't, though, just gently pushes at Evan once again, and this time he goes, shuffles to the middle of the bed — but grabs at Tommy's arm to bring him closer.

"I'm here, relax," Tommy says, moving right next to him, until there's not an inch of space between their bodies. He's still hot and Evan being so close isn't helping, so tries to kick the sheets off, but Evan protests that, too. "Don't tell me you're actually cold."

"I'm not, but I like being covered. Can I sleep now?"

"I guess I'll be sweating, then," Tommy shakes his head, presses a kiss to Evan's hair.

"Tommy," Evan starts, but then opens his eyes, gives him a displeased look, and shuffles the covers around until he's only half covered, on one side by the duvet, on the other by Tommy. And Tommy's uncovered and finally a little cooler, only heat coming from Evan's skin. "Better?"

"Yeah," Tommy responds, watching as Evan makes himself comfortable again, still sharing Tommy's pillow, tucking his head under Tommy's.

"So sleep now," he says, getting comfortable and muttering something about waking him up for no reason.

"Yessir," Tommy chuckles, wrapping his arm around his man. "I love you," he whispers, though he thinks Evan is back asleep already. But then he hears a quiet, barely audible response.

"Love you." Evan mutters, fingers grabbing onto Tommy's forearm, like he never wants him to move away. Tommy has no intention to. He's right where he's supposed to be, and he'll stay here forever. With this pillow-hogging cuddle machine, with a really tight grip even in his sleep. He'll gladly wake up in the middle of the night due to almost falling off the bed for the rest of his life, as long it's with Evan.

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His, a BuckTommy ficlet

Buck doesn't want to share Tommy and their daughter with anyone just yet.

Content warnings: mpreg, mention of male breastfeeding

Rating: T

It’s a hospital room, but they managed to cover that fact just fine. The room’s small, cozy even, with warm colors on the wall and big, green plants, and thick curtains that allow the late afternoon sun to peek in and greet the new life that’s just found its way into the big, scary world.

Buck’s tired. Screw that, he’s exhausted. It’s been a hell of a day, and the past few hours…he doesn’t think he’s ever been so scared before. Which says a lot, considering he almost died twice. More than twice, but those were the most serious occasions, he’d say.

It’s not himself who was in danger, though, and maybe that’s the difference this time. Twenty hours of watching the love of his life in pain, unable to relax, unable to sleep, and him being unable to do anything useful, anything to ease the agony, to help…he doesn’t think he’ll forget that any time soon. 

But it’s nothing compared to the delivery itself. To the moment when the vitals of his beloved didn’t look so good anymore. When they got so horribly close to an emergency c-section to save the baby and the father.

And the anxiety is nothing compared to the sheer amount of purest relief he felt when their daughter took her first cry, and his husband’s vitals stabilized, and when he held them in his arms, all three of them crying, all three of them for different reasons, and knowing it was all over. It was all good and well, and they were fine.

They are fine. So very fine.

“Look at her,” Tommy says, and it’s in this sweet, soft voice that perfectly matches his sweet, soft face. He’s so exhausted, and he’s so beautiful. Buck’s heart aches, and he wonders how much love a heart can take before it combusts. “Look how tiny she is.”

Said tiny human being is currently being fed, blissfully asleep in her father’s arms, little hand tightly wrapped around Tommy’s index finger with a vice grip. He’s a pro at breastfeeding already, like he’s had at least a dozen kids. What a contrast to the man who thought he’d suck at being a Dad. Not that Buck believed him, not even for a second.

“She weighs eight pounds,” he says with raised eyebrows and an amused little smile. “That’s not exactly tiny. Probably didn’t feel tiny when you tried to birth her either.”

“True.” Tommy chuckles, and it’s the sweetest sound on Earth. Buck has been drunk with love for his husband before, but now he feels downright bewitched. He barely registers how he tightens his arm around Tommy’s shoulders, holding him as close as he can. 

His man, and his daughter. His little family. His world. His everything.

And he feels…

“Don’t the others wanna see her?” Tommy says, like he’d almost forgotten that the 118 had taken residence in the waiting room for most of those past twenty hours.

“Sent them home,” Buck states, his eyes never leaving his husband’s beautiful face, taking in all those little details that are his to adore. The bright blue of his irises. The long lashes. The gentle curve of his lips. His sharp nose. Those tiny freckles that come out when he’s kissed by the sun.

“Why?” Tommy’s eyes meet his, and there’s something in them that Buck doesn’t like. It adds something sour to the bliss of happiness he’s felt ever since their daughter took her first cry, since the monitors showed the vitals went back to normal.

“You need to rest,” he states simply. The expression stays, and so does the sour feeling.

“You could’ve let them see her without me,” Tommy answers, and that’s exactly what Buck expected. Still it stings. A lot, because there shouldn’t be such thoughts to begin with.

“They’re not just here for her. They wanna see the both of you. And you need to rest.” He says it more firmly this time. “They can come back tomorrow,” he adds. And even that’s too soon, if he’s entirely honest.

Because Tommy’s need to rest isn’t the only reason why he sent family and friends away.

Buck noticed it for the first time after the strong rush of relief faded and the waterfall of tears dried up. If he could, he’d have thrown them all out of the delivery room; the doctor, the nurses, everyone who was disturbing their peace. Because he didn’t want anyone near them. Because they were his. 

And Buck didn’t want to share. Not with the medical professionals. And not with their family and friends.

It’s a side of himself that’s shown its face before. On the day of their wedding. During many important stepstones of their relationship, and during the pregnancy. Moments when he wanted to have Tommy, and now their daughter, to himself. Because as long as he could remember, he’s never had anything just for himself. Someone he didn’t have to share. The other, missing part of his soul, of his heart.

He got close to losing them today. But they’re still here, and they’re still his. And they’re not shareable. Not right now.

He feels Tommy’s eyes resting on him, bearing into him like he’s trying to read his mind, and eventually, Buck sighs.

“They can see you two tomorrow,” he repeats. “But today, I want you for myself. I know, sounds weird. Maybe it is, me being possessive like that. But I dunno…I just feel like I wanna build a nest somewhere and lock us all in there, and protect my little family so no one gets to steal them away.” He can’t help the blush that heats up his face. “Saying that out loud…I do sound crazy, don’t I?”

“Just a little.” But when Tommy smiles, that tiny hint of an amused smile, Buck knows he might be weird, crazy even, but that’s okay. The look in his husband’s eyes is gone again, replaced by something much sweeter, and it warms his heart to the point where it’s close to bursting again.

“I love you so beeping much,” he whispers, because of the little ears that will be witness to so many of their conversations in the future.

Another chuckle. Another rush of warmth. “I love you so beeping much as well,” Tommy whispers back, and is rewarded with a kiss as soft and as sweet as its recipient. And Buck knows, even if he has to share them tomorrow, with their loved ones who mean no harm, but who are still kinda disturbing their peace, this little family is his, and his alone.

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tommy kinard my goat

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i dont think theres a fandom consensus about how buck reacted after tommy left in 8x11 but I think it’d be juicy if buck was just. incandescently angry.

who does TOMMY KINARD think he is? thinking he knows BUCKS feelings better than buck. in love with eddie? PLEASE. and what the hell was that “competition” line?? thats buck’s BEST FRIEND, you dick! the fucking AUDACITY of that man. and! AND! speaking of audacity! “”i have a shift later,”” you’re such a shit liar, kinard. he’s had your shift schedule memorized after six months, and you were at a bar last night, so don’t think for a SECOND he bought that excuse to run. who even cares. he only made buck breakfast. but that’s like!! basic decency. and now most of it is going to waste. in love with eddie… is tommy stupid??? did he crash his helicopter and hit his head??? was he concussed???? did buck slam him into a wall too hard last night? fuck he’s out of flour. and what did tommy even mean with that lazy attempt on getting back together?? hi maddie, do you have any flour? hey, do you think buck’s in love with eddie? i mean, what does that even MEAN???? of course he’s not in love with eddie. have you met eddie?? he’s EDDIE. buck’s not touching that with a 10 foot— no, 100 foot pole, he was there for the kim disaster, thank you very much! keep that shit away from him—

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I am so done with these Tommy blaming in BuckTommy fandom🙃

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pretty in pink

@louliversummerweek, day five: feminization 2,989 words // rated E // read on ao3

porn without plot // established relationship // feminization // bikinis // rimming // anal fingering // anal sex // bottom lou ferrigno jr.

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The sun beats down on Oliver's back as he swims his morning laps of the pool, the water sparkling and splashing with every stroke.

It's not nine yet but he can already tell the day is going to be a hot one, and one on which he's particularly glad to not be working.

No, his plan for today is simply to relax by the pool with his boyfriend and their dogs, making the most of his quiet mountain neighbourhood before both of them are due back on set tomorrow among the hustle and bustle of the city.

He only distantly registers Lou's footsteps as he swims, catching a brief sight of bare, tanned skin out of the corner of his eye as Lou settles on the side of the pool, his legs in the water.

Oliver's dick twitches almost as an automatic response, knowing that his boyfriend is half naked only a couple of metres away, but he ignores it for now, determined to finish his laps without getting distracted; he'd learnt from experience that Lou could be very distracting.

It's only a few minutes later when he finishes his last lap and he turns once he hits the end, diving underwater so he can pop up right in between Lou's legs where they're naturally spread wide, almost like he's subconsciously - or maybe consciously - making room for him.

Oliver pops up out of the water, planning to throw Lou a wink and a terrible pick up line as he slides his wet hands up his warm thighs, but instead he freezes, his mouth going completely dry at the sight of his boyfriend sitting on the side of the pool in a pink bikini.

He's leaning back on his hands, a position that highlights, well, everything and Oliver really isn't sure where to look first; he knows he's gawping like a fish from the satisfied smirk playing across Lou's lips but his brain has short-circuited completely, all form of coherent thought gone out the window at the sight in front of him.

His head is between Lou's knees, giving him an excellent view of the way the frilly pink material barely covers his - from the looks of it, half hard - dick, straining against the swell of it as a pair of incredibly thin straps just about hold the whole thing in place.

But then there's also the top half, a pair of pink frilled triangles that hug Lou's pecs to perfection, another string connecting them in the middle, stretched wide to accommodate the width of him and, well, it's almost too much to bear.

Oliver had never made a secret of the fact that he loved Lou's chest.

In fact, the last time they'd spent the day by the pool, he'd ended up riding Lou's cock on the lounger, jerking off over his pecs and muttering about how good they'd look in a bikini.

Clearly Lou had been listening.

"Fuck, baby," Oliver murmurs, looking up at him with wide eyes as he steps up onto the ledge built into the side of the pool. It's just the right height to put him face to face with Lou and he reaches out to slide a wet thumb beneath the bikini top, brushing across his nipple.

"You like it?" Lou asks, voice a little breathless and Oliver huffs a laugh.

"I'd have thought that was obvious," he says, pressing forward until the wet bulge of his hardening dick is pressed against Lou's.

Oliver leans in to mouth at Lou's throat as he slips his whole hand beneath his bikini, cupping his pec as his own dick twitches.

Lou hums contentedly, sliding a hand into Oliver's damp curls as he kisses and nibbles at his skin, leaving a wet trail from his throat to his chest and then to the pec that he's not fondling. He pulls the bikini aside with his free hand and takes his nipple into his mouth, moaning when Lou's fingers tighten in his hair.

"Feels so good, sweetheart," Lou murmurs and Oliver smirks into his skin.

"You like that, hm? You like me playing with your tits?"

Lou's answering moan tells Oliver exactly how much he likes that so he carries on, pushing things a little further.

"You came out here looking so pretty for me in your bikini, baby," he says in between mouthing at his nipple. "You feel pretty?"

"Yeah," Lou mutters and Oliver glances up to see him blushing with the admission, his own cock throbbing at the sight of his beautiful, bikini-clad boyfriend.

"You look so beautiful, baby, this is such a good colour on you." Oliver pings the elastic gently against Lou's skin before squeezing one pec and flicking his tongue across the other. "And it makes your tits look fucking fantastic."

He can feel Lou's dick twitching against his own with every word and he smirks as he moves lower, stepping off the ledge and kissing a trail down from his nipple to his stomach and the soft trail of hair beneath his belly button, one hand cupping his pec all the while.

Lou's fingers are still in his hair, tightening with each flick of his tongue, each press of his lips as a litany of whines and gasps fall from him; Oliver's not sure he's ever seen Lou so gone this quickly and it really is a sight to behold, one he's not sure hell forget for as long as he lives.

It also sparks something in his mind, the beginnings of a theory that he decides to test.

"And don't even get me started on your pussy," he says, slipping a thumb beneath the frills of Lou's briefs - if a small rectangle of material and two strings could be called briefs - as he leans down to nose at his balls.

Lou lets out a choked sob of a moan and Oliver thinks, bingo.

"You wanted me to see your hole, baby? Wanted to show off your tight little pussy in your tiny little bikini?" Oliver mutters into Lou's crotch, lifting one of his legs over his shoulder so he can better get to the hole in question.

"Oh fuck, yes, yeah," Lou breathes, crying out when Oliver uses his teeth to ping the elastic against the crease of his inner thigh. "Wanted to show you, baby, please…"

Oliver lifts his head from Lou's crotch, wanting to see his face, and his breath hitches at the look of pure, desperate want in his eyes.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" Oliver squeezes the pec still in his hand, rubbing a thumb across his nipple just to hear the beautiful gasp it pulls from his lips. "You want me to eat you out, babygirl? Is that why you wore a bikini that barely covers your pussy? To give me ideas, hm?"

Lou moans a curse as his eyes close and his head drops back, cheeks flaming red and his dick throbbing visibly in his tiny little bikini. His mouth opens and then closes again and Oliver smirks up at him, enamoured by the rare sight of a speechless Lou.

He won't pretend he's not also really getting off on this; Lou's reaction to being called babygirl had his breath catching in his throat and his cock leaking into his swim shorts, so hard it was almost painful, and he can't wait to get his mouth on him, to pull all sorts of sounds from him as he buries his tongue in his ass.

"I'll take that as a yes," he says, letting go of Lou's pec to lift his other leg over his shoulder. "Lay back for me then, pretty thing."

Lou obliges instantly, lying back on his towel so his ass hangs just over the edge of the pool, and Oliver is suddenly very grateful that the dogs had decided to have a lazy morning after their walk; as much as he loves them, he really doesn't want to be interrupted by an excitable ball of fluff while he's trying to fuck his boyfriend silly.

He exaggerates a moan as he spreads Lou's legs just a little wider, pulling his bikini aside with one thumb as he rubs the other across his hole. "Look at you, baby, pussy just as pink as your bikini, so wet for me."

It should feel ridiculous talking to his six foot something muscled hunk of a boyfriend like this but the fact that Lou is so obviously enjoying it pushes aside any reservations he has, allowing him to just enjoy it too.

He pushes Lou's legs back so he can get to him properly, practically folding him in half, and Lou lets out a desperate whine.

"That's it, babygirl," Oliver murmurs, spreading Lou's cheeks wide, "want to taste that sweet cunt."

Another choked sob falls from Lou's lips just as Oliver thought it would - Lou's weakness for his accent on certain words wasn't exactly a secret - and Oliver responds by leaning in to lick along the crease of his ass, slow and teasing and just how he knows Lou likes it.

Even so, Oliver's never heard him sound quite like this before, never had him so desperate, so god damn wrecked before they've even really started; it's so hot Oliver hardly knows what to do with himself, his cock achingly hard and straining against the fabric of his shorts as he tries not to rut mindlessly against the wall of the pool in response to every noise his boyfriend makes.

"Fuck-" Lou squirms beneath him, muscles tensing with anticipation as Oliver presses in close and pushes the tip of his tongue past his rim, the edge of the bikini rubbing against his cheek where he's pulling it out of the way with a thumb.

Lou bucks his hips when Oliver presses his tongue all the way in, a hand finding its way back into his curls as he whines desperately.

Oliver gives him barely a moment to get used to the feeling before he starts flicking his tongue in and out of him in earnest, sloppy and obscenely noisy as Lou loses his mind above him.

"Jesus, Oli, baby," he moans and Oliver pulls back, chin wet with saliva as he grins.

"You like having my tongue deep in your pussy, hm?"

"Yes, yeah," Lou babbles, letting go of Oliver's hair and pulling his legs tighter against his chest as if he hopes that will help Oliver get even deeper.

"You wet for me, baby girl? You soaking through your slutty little bikini?"

"Fuck yes, so wet, just for you," Lou replies, breathless and beautiful and looking at Oliver with something like awe in his gaze.

"Good," Oliver says before diving right back in, mouthing and sucking and nibbling around Lou's pretty pink hole before slipping his tongue back inside him.

He goes for as long as he can, enjoying every gasp and whine and desperate sob that he pulls from his boyfriend's lips as he opens him up with his tongue but eventually he has to come up for air and he takes the opportunity to admire the sight of Lou's spit slick hole, bikini pushed to the side and soaked with pre-come where Lou's cock is leaking.

"Fuck, look at you," he breathes, stepping up onto the ledge so he can see him properly, sprawled out on the ground whining and begging, his skin flushed and shining with sweat. He slips a finger beneath the fabric and past Lou's rim to replace his tongue, pulling a low whine from lips red with biting. "So fucking pretty, baby, I love this bikini on you. You like wearing it?"

"Yeah," Lou replies, sounding just as dazed as he looks.

"You feel as pretty as you look?"

Lou blushes fiercely as he nods again and Oliver grins, pushing a second finger inside him.

"Maybe we can go shopping together next time?" he asks as Lou writhes with every torturously slow curl of his fingers. "Let me pick out something for you, how about that? Something pretty that shows you off just like this one. Maybe a nice blue, hm? Or, a pattern even, could get a nice flowery one to show off those tits in, what do you think?"

Lou nods desperately, his forehead creased in a frown as he tries to concentrate on responding. "Yeah, baby, please, want you to pick something pretty for me."

"Oh I will, sweetheart, don't you worry," Oliver replies, "gonna pick something that makes you feel so good, so pretty, and then I'm gonna fuck you in it, baby girl, fuck that pussy so good you'll ache for a week."

A tear leaks from the corner of Lou's eye as he whines. "Please, baby, please, I need you," he murmurs, almost completely out of it with pleasure. "Want you inside me, fill me up, please-"

"That what you want, huh? You want my cock inside your wet cunt, baby, is that it? Want to feel me come deep inside you?"

"Yes, yes, please-"

Lou is almost sobbing at this point and Oliver might hesitate if he couldn't see the way Lou's cock twitched and throbbed with every word, if he didn't know his boyfriend almost better than he knew himself.

"Hold still then, sweetheart," he says, pulling his fingers out of Lou's hole as Lou tenses beneath him. He immediately reaches for the waistband of his swim shorts, pushing them down over his neglected cock with a low moan as he thanks whoever built the pool for putting a ledge in at exactly the right height for him to fuck his boyfriend on the side of it.

Lou spreads his legs as Oliver lines himself up, pulling the bikini aside once more and pressing the head of his aching cock against Lou's hole. He holds it there, teasing him as he takes a moment to admire the view, eyes lingering on the curve of his pecs and the swell of his cock, now poking out through the frills of his bikini.

Lou digs his fingers into his own thighs, his breath hitching as Oliver pushes into him torturously slowly.

"That's it baby, keep still for me," Oliver says, his own voice wrecked as he finally gets to feel his own pleasure. "There's my good girl."

Lou's answering moan is his filthiest yet, wanton and needy and desperate, and Oliver's breath hitches in response, unable to believe that he'd ended up with a boyfriend who just wanted so god damn much.

He gives Lou a moment to adjust once he's fully seated, taking the opportunity to calm his racing heart, just a little; he already knows he's not going to last long and if the amount of pre-come already leaking from Lou's cock is anything to go by, neither is he.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" he breathes, muscles tensing as he tries not to blow his load right off the bat.

"So good, so so good-" Lou replies, reaching for Oliver's hips and digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. Oliver plants his hands on Lou's chest in return, this time over the bikini so Lou can feel it against his skin every time he squeezes his pecs.

"You feel good too, baby, warm and so wet, just for me."

He starts moving, slow at first and then faster as he gives himself up to the feel of Lou's ass, to the sight of the hot pink bikini against his tanned and muscled skin and the feel of it as it catches with each drag of his cock. The slap of skin on skin and the splash of the water as Oliver snaps his hips are the only sounds to be heard, echoing across the yard and into the mountains beyond.

"Oh, you're tight, darling, feels so good-"

He continues babbling, a litany of nonsense falling from his lips as he fucks Lou into oblivion and takes himself along too, mouth hanging open with pleasure. He knows the moment he's hit Lou's prostate because it punches a strangled gasp from his throat, the noise sending a shiver of pleasure down Oliver's spine.

"There baby, please, right there-" Lou begs and Oliver obliges, pounding into him frantically now, his chest heaving with exertion.

He squeezes Lou's pecs, thumbing his nipples through the fabric just as he snaps his hips particularly hard and then Lou is crying out, tears leaking from his eyes as he spills over his stomach without his cock ever being touched. Oliver fucks him all the way through it, punching soft ahs from him with every snap of his hips.

"There you go, pretty thing," he murmurs, his own orgasm barrelling towards him at lightning speed. "Look at you, coming on my cock like that, baby girl, you feel so good-"

Lou clenches around him with a whine and then Oliver is coming too, cock spilling into Lou's ass as his hips stutter, white hot ecstasy skipping through every nerve in his body. He thrusts for just a moment longer before his body gives out with the pleasure and he lets himself collapse on top of Lou, the two of them breathing like they'd just run a marathon.

"Jesus Christ," Lou mutters eventually, sounding about as dazed as Oliver feels.

Oliver laughs, feeling a little giddy. "Yeah."

He eventually pushes himself up, stepping backwards off the ledge and into the water to cool his overheated skin, watching as Lou sits up.

"I hope that'll wash," he smirks, glancing at the come-stained bikini as he holds out a hand.

Lou takes it, allowing Oliver to pull him into the water. He immediately presses close against him and slides his arms around his neck, a soft, teasing smile on his face. "If it doesn't, you're buying me another one."

"Oh, I don't need an excuse," he replies, smirking as he captures Lou's lips in a heated kiss. "Anything for my baby girl."

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and the first louliver summer week is done! ☀️🌸🌴

had a blast writing and modding for this and I hope everyone has enjoyed reading too. you can check out the event @louliversummerweek if you want to go back and catch up with everyone's stuff but in the meantime, here's all of mine!

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mine all mine day one: jealousy, semi-public sex 3,227 words // rated E // read on tumblr // read on ao3 porn without plot // secret relationship // jealousy // possessive sex // bathroom sex // semi-public sex // anal plug // anal sex // blow jobs

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tease you, please you day two: thigh riding 2,017 words // rated E // read on tumblr // read on ao3 porn without plot // established relationship // teasing // thigh riding // frottage

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a man's best friend day three: dogs/dog park 2,071 words // rated G // read on tumblr // read on ao3 fluff // dog walk // first kiss

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what happens in vegas day four: alternate universes 6,302 words // rated G // read on tumblr // read on ao3 pov alternating // alternate universe - different first meeting // mutual pining // las vegas // drunken kissing // accidental marriage // getting together

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pretty in pink day five: feminization 2,989 words // rated E // read on tumblr // read on ao3 porn without plot // established relationship // feminization // bikinis // rimming // anal fingering // anal sex // bottom lou ferrigno jr.

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the feel of you day six: sharing clothes, daddy kink, "you didn't lock the door?!" 2,281 words // rated E // read on tumblr // read on ao3 porn without plot // established relationship // sharing clothes // daddy kink // anal sex // bottom oliver stark // dom/sub undertones

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if he only knew day seven: mistaken for dating/didn't know they were dating 2,817 words // rated G // read on tumblr // read on ao3 mistaken for being in a relationship // didn't know they were dating // idiots in love // mild misunderstandings // getting together

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I would love to see Tommy wearing this on their wedding night😋

Whole work: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GyAMuHTW0AEhucA?format=jpg&name=large

（this is a commissioned art work）

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不敢矛头对外只敢窝里斗攻击同担简直太没品了🤢难怪对家乐此不疲在这里挑起纷争呢，水还没怎么搅自己就先混了，怎么就这么喜欢猎巫🤢

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🕹️ please!!! 👀

Thank you Char!! 🫶 Tagging the other people who asked for this prompt: @all-the-feelss @buffaluff @spacewinter

🕹 : BottomTommy fic (BobbyTommy)

Obviously still needs editing. Hope this is a good start!

Tommy knows this is a simple call to make. There's no doubt Bobby will answer and be happily available to help. It's one of the reasons his name appears on his screen right now and about whom Tommy thought first when he started spiraling. So why are Tommy's fingers so shaky against his phone screen? He's flown through fields of war but cannot make a freaking call?

He closes his eyes and lets his thumb press the call button. It doesn't even ring twice: "Hello, Tommy," Bobby answers as predicted. His voice slowly cracks Tommy's insecurity apart. "Feeling remorse already?" It makes Tommy chuckle, relax.

"No. None of that." He's able to act casual. "No offense, though," Tommy adds.

He'd have to record Bobby's deep, soft chuckles so he can replay them whenever he finds himself in a situation like this again. "None taken. Anything I can help with?"

I need you. I need you to protect me and tell me everything's okay.

[...]

"Nostalgia," Bobby cuts through his day dream. Tommy watches the muscles in his arm dance as he whisks a sauce, but he nods in agreement. "I've seen that one before."

"I don't want to linger, Bobby. I needed to be around people who've seen me…" He walks closer to the kitchen and leans his hip against the counter. He scoffs: "-be vulnerable, I guess."

"Well. I remember our conversation before you decided to leave. That was brave. And I hope everyone at the 217 is treating you nicely," Bobby adds, sounding worried as if he's making up that Tommy's coming over to complain about them. Tommy's hands come up at his mid-section in defense.

"Oh, no. Not at all!" He waves them around before deciding he should settle his hands into his pockets. He explains: "They're great. And I know everyone here would have been as well. It was really about the position opportunity. Flying has been something I needed to give away when I came back from my last enlistment. Too much trauma around it." Bobby nods along and Tommy knows he could keep blabbering for hours without feeling judged. Which suddenly has his heart racing again when he remembers why he drove himself over in the first place.

"They did drag me into the dating app world. I only downloaded one, to be clear." He chuckles while Bobby seems to keep waiting for the "but". Tommy brings his hand to his neck, scratches at the shame bugs running along his skin and he tries to formulate the issue in his mind.

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Can't wait to finish this one! I'm inspired. 🩷

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tagged by @sad-girl-hours23 for several sentence sunday smonday! not tagging anyone bc we have the same friends loll but feel free to send in another!!

BobbyTommy, explicit under cut (not edited, first draft)

Bobby leans forward, lays a kiss at the corner of Tommy's mouth. "The moment Sal left. You fell into a bubble of solitude for a few days and hit the gym hard," Bobby says as he pulls them into the shower area. He turns on one of the showers so it gets warm while they finish undressing. "It was clear that you had just lost some sort of protection. An ally."

Tommy stands dumbfounded as his boxers are being pulled off his thighs.

"And you can fool your old captain with a fake girlfriend, but me?" Bobby punctuates the statement with a scoff. He kneels slowly, lets his hands cascade down the back of Tommy's thighs and they suddenly feel like Jell-o. Tommy reaches for the half-wall next to him and stays in silence, still processing the feeling of Bobby's lips on his face.

"Then you started exercising when I was present. You started complementing my cooking, my leadership, my presence." Tommy's vibrating and about to throw up for completely different reasons. There's a voice in his head that still thinks people are tricking him. That he's being part of a giant plot his dad is leading from his grave.

But Tommy lets Bobby wrap his hands around his dick—which has been engorged and red and leaking for the best part of that conversation—and he hopes oddly that the crew will be out for the rest of the shift.

"Bobby," Tommy whispers but his tone is as thick as the shower air and it gets lost before reaching Bobby's ears. He takes his hand to Bobby's hair instead, hoping to convey his urgency.

Bobby hums a laugh; "Patience, honey." He gets up on his feet and closes the space between them, their nipples coming in contact in the simplest touch. "Why don't you turn around for me? Lay your hands on the wall there." Tommy loves obeying, but Tommy loves the closeness and wants to sear the memory in his brain.