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HI! :) Remembered to ask: will there be a Collection at AO3, so all the fics crossposted there are gathered in one spot?

You are so on top of things! I actually just created the collection on Ao3 this morning 🙂

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Thanks for the question!

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Buck and a very pregnant Tommy go to Pride 🌈

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"Sweetheart, are you sure you want to go?" Buck asked. "It's hot, you're exhausted, and you're 41 weeks pregnant."

"I know all of those things, but that's exactly why I want to go," Tommy replied, adjusting his crop top in the blues and greens of the gay men's flag. "I'm going to induce this labor, so we're going to enjoy a parade, buy a bunch of rainbow baby stuff, and walk my pregnant ass around Pride."

Buck watched as Tommy admired his reflection. The vibrant crop top showcased the carefully painted rainbow spread across his very prominent baby bump, paired with denim shorts that had seen better days.

"Okay, if you're sure," Buck replied cautiously, tugging at his own shirt that proudly proclaimed "Jesus Had 2 Dads" while smoothing down his tie-dyed bi flag shorts.

Secretly, Buck had only agreed to this adventure because they were going with two trained paramedics.

"Alright, are you ready to go meet up with everyone?" Buck asked, watching Tommy struggle to bend over.

"Evan," Tommy sighed, "I need you to put my shoes on," he admitted sheepishly.

Buck kissed his forehead tenderly and knelt down without hesitation.

When they arrived downtown, they quickly spotted their group decked out in Pride gear. Buck's face lit up when he saw that Jee was wearing a rainbow tutu and Nash was sporting a shirt that read "I Love My Guncles."

The kids were perched on the stoop with a camping chair strategically positioned next to them. Tommy groaned when he spotted it.

"Seriously?"

"Yep," all the other adults chimed in unison, grinning.

"Fine," Tommy said, shaking his head with a reluctant smile.

As the parade kicked off, the kids bounced excitedly, clapping at the colorful floats and dancing to the cheerful music. Tommy cheered especially loud when the male carrier float passed by, waving enthusiastically.

Someone on the float spotted his bump and pointed, grinning and giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

When the parade wrapped up, the group began exploring the different vendor booths. Buck and Tommy both burst out laughing as they purchased a coffee mug that read, "Bi the Way, I'm Not Just an Ally."

The group wandered up and down the rows of booths as Tommy grew more tired and exasperated, and their wallets became considerably lighter. They stopped to listen to some live music, and Tommy had them all on the lookout for the turkey leg that he had seen someone devouring earlier.

Finally, they all decided it was time to call it a day and head to their respective homes. After a round of hugs, Hen assured Tommy that the baby would be there before he knew it. Tommy just barely stopped himself from scoffing. He felt like he had been pregnant for an eternity.

As they walked into the coolness of their air-conditioned house, Buck started to speak. "Well, at least we had fu—" was all he got out before Tommy pounced on him, pushing him up against the wall and planting a bruising kiss on his lips.

"Whoa, slow down," Buck said with a chuckle.

"Nope," Tommy replied breathlessly. "Evan, we are getting this kid out of me, and you and I both know the best way to induce labor." He yanked Buck toward their bedroom, nearly pulling his arm out of its socket.

They had been intimate for less than ten minutes when they felt a wetness between them.

"Did you?" Buck asked breathlessly.

"No. You?" Tommy replied, equally confused.

Buck shook his head. Tommy pulled himself up from the bed, eyes wide with realization.

"It's baby time!"

Fifteen hours later, their son was born healthy and perfect. And if everyone wanted to believe that Pride was what finally jumpstarted Tommy's labor, well, that was their little secret.

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yes we always talk about tommy fisting buck, but we desperately need to talk more about buck fisting tommy

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Post-reconciliation, where they have a first time that they didn't get around to during their first go at the relationship and maybe that was on purpose on the part of one of them (Tommy?) and something the other didn't realize was being avoided, but it's happening now and it's like a sign of trust.

The first time they fucked, Tommy had insisted on bottoming. 

That had worked for Buck. He was ready, but he wasn’t ready ready. He hadn’t known how to put that into words at that time, and he had been grateful to have Tommy guiding him. Tommy had gotten himself ready while Buck had watched. He’d stayed on his hands and knees and instructed Buck to fuck him from behind. It was deeper that way, he’d said. Easier. 

It had been different for Buck at first, lining himself up and looking down over a broad back, but the tight clutch of Tommy’s hole was so delicious that Buck had been surprised he didn’t come on the first press inside. He’d even held out long enough to start to get a sense of what Tommy liked, how he wanted it, what to do to wring some incredibly hot and undignified sounds out of him. Buck had come with his face pressed into Tommy’s spine, and the only thought in his head had been again. It was hot. It was fucking incredible. 

They had fucked like that a few times, when they went further than hands and mouths and simple grinding. Buck memorized the constellations of freckles on Tommy’s back. Soon, though, the way that Tommy threw himself back on Buck’s dick and moaned in such deep pleasure had made Buck too curious about how it felt to wait any longer to try it himself. Tommy had started Buck off with fingers first, slowly moving one, two, then three of his thick fingers inside of Buck; stretching and massaging and wringing an orgasm out of Buck so good that he’d been left drooling against Tommy’s chest until his brain came back online. 

When Buck was ready, Tommy had put him on his back and fucked him gently, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. When none arose, and when Buck dug his heels into the small of Tommy’s back on instinct and begged for it harder, Tommy, please, Tommy had given Buck his first taste of just how good bottoming could be. It had only gotten better from there. 

After that first time, Buck had bottomed more than Tommy did. He hadn’t thought about it like that—he hadn’t thought about it at all. He just started kissing Tommy, rubbing on Tommy, touching Tommy’s broad chest, and then all he wanted to do was feel Tommy inside him, Tommy all around him, enveloping him, Tommy kissing his lips and neck with tender possessive passion, Tommy sweating and grunting into his mouth and telling him how good he was while that fat cock hit places inside of Buck that turned him into a mewling, brainless animal. It was intense. It was addicting. It was the most treasured Buck had ever felt. 

Tommy had seemed happy with the way their dynamic was progressing, and it’s not like he’d never bottomed again during their relationship. He’d done it all the time: bent over the kitchen island, up against the shower wall, on his hands and knees on the bed or the couch or the floor. Buck had fucked Tommy like that and never thought about it beyond yes good Tommy yes. Tommy had moaned and pushed back against him, and that same magic that always brewed between them popped and fizzed and bubbled over. Tommy rode Buck hard and pushed his hands down on Buck’s chest to keep him flat on the bed while Tommy took what he wanted. It was hot. 

So Buck hadn’t thought about it. From the beginning, he had been struck with the near inability to think much around Tommy at all. Their relationship had been such a fuckdrunk blur of easy pleasure and simple joy that Buck hadn’t been able to see that Tommy had been avoiding receiving the intimacy that he gave to Buck. 

That changes after they get back together. 

They’re laying in bed one lazy morning about a month into their second try, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing and naked from the night before and still giddy about being allowed to have this again. Buck rolls on top of Tommy, settling between his legs without breaking their kiss, and thinking nothing of it. He starts grinding down on Tommy, Tommy ruts up against him, and their breathing turns from sweet sighs to harsh, hungry exhales. 

Buck leans up onto his knees, forcing Tommy’s legs further apart. They wrap around Buck’s hips like a hug, keeping him close. It feels so good to have Tommy around him like this, their limbs tangled and bodies pressed together like they could fuse into one. There’s something different about it that Buck can’t quite put his finger on, but he doesn’t chase the thought. He has more important things on his mind. 

“Wanna fuck you,” Buck breathes against Tommy’s mouth. 

“Yeah.” Tommy nods and kisses Buck harder. “Want you to fuck me. Want you. Fuck, Evan, just like this.” He wraps his arms around Buck and pulls him closer, closer; tightens his legs around Buck’s hips to grind against him better and whines when Buck leans more of his weight down onto him. 

Tommy wasn’t this clingy the first time around, didn’t make these kinds of noises, and Buck is living for it now. He has to lean away and untangle himself a little to find the lube, but the brief moment of separation is worth it when he slides two slick fingers into Tommy and Tommy howls; head thrown back and gorgeous thick neck calling to Buck’s lips like a siren song. Buck kisses, bites, sucks, and Tommy’s moans only spur him on. He knows he’s leaving marks, and Tommy knows he’s leaving marks, and still Tommy holds Buck’s head to his neck in acceptance of Buck’s claim. 

Buck teases and stretches Tommy. He’s still pretty loose from last night, when Buck had fucked him face down into the mattress, hard hard hard as hard as you can Evan, please, I’m yours Evan please please take me. 

That had been different, too. That had been incredible.

Tommy moans and squirms and pushes back against Buck’s fingers, writhes against Buck’s body, and Buck has never, never seen him this openly desperate before. He’s always enthusiastic, but there’s usually a bit of snark still clinging to the edges of his self control. All of that is gone now. This is pure need. 

Buck pulls away from Tommy’s neck to kiss his lips again, to sip these beautiful and unprecedented sounds right from the source, but he stops short when he sees the tears in Tommy’s eyes. 

“Hey,” Buck says softly, stopping the movement of his fingers. “Hey, what’s going on?” 

Tommy shakes his head and lets out a string of jumbled words. “Just need you. Need you like this. You’re- Evan, it’s you, please. Please fuck me like this.” 

Buck doesn’t understand. He hesitates, unsure if he should take Tommy at his word or stop altogether until Tommy can really tell him what’s going on. Then Tommy squeezes his legs around Buck’s hips again and whispers please more breathy than Buck has ever heard from him before, and understanding washes over Buck like a hot shower. 

“We’ve never fucked like this before,” he says, incredulous. “You’ve fucked me like this, but you’ve never- you always keep your distance when you bottom. I never realized…” Buck trails off, just looking at Tommy until he nods. “But it- it’s different now?” 

Tommy strokes up and down Buck’s back. “It’s different now. I wanted it before, but it was too… too real. Too vulnerable.” He blinks away tears. “You would’ve kissed me while you fucked me, all- all big on top of me like this, all around me, and I… god, Evan, it just would’ve been everything. I would have lost myself in you, no coming back. And it felt like if I let myself have that, it would’ve hurt too much when you left.” 

“I’m not leaving,” Buck reminds him. “I wasn’t going to then, either.” 

“I know. I know that now. I trust that. That’s why I want you to fuck me like this. I want to kiss you while you’re inside me, I want…” One tear tracks down the crinkles around Tommy’s eyes as he smiles up at Buck, lips quivering. “I want to let you in.” 

Now Buck could cry too. He leans down and kisses Tommy, cradling his precious face in one hand. He tries to kiss every bit of emotion that he’s feeling into Tommy’s mouth: the wonder, the honor of being trusted like this, the joyful hope. Tommy kisses back and holds onto the back of Buck’s head like he can’t get enough. 

Buck starts moving his fingers again and Tommy moans between their mouths. Buck swallows it down greedily. He’s aching with love, with pride, with protectiveness. He always wants to be good for Tommy, but this feels different: he wants to be good to Tommy. He wants Tommy to feel as loved as Tommy makes Buck feel—as loved as Tommy is. Buck presses and stretches his fingers inside of Tommy, and Tommy writhes with it. 

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m ready,” Tommy breathes into Buck’s mouth. “Need you.” 

Tommy chases Buck’s lips as he pulls away. Tommy’s cheeks are flushed, his pupils are blown wide, and naked desire is written clear across his face. He’s gorgeous—even more than he usually is. Buck has never been tempted to use the word wanton to describe Tommy before, but the needy limbs wrapped around him and the whiny little breaths that hit Buck’s face every time he presses his fingers in make the word stick in his mind. 

“I like you like this,” Buck says. “I like you so open.” 

Tommy whines again and tosses his head back against the pillow. “Evan, please.” 

Buck doesn’t make Tommy wait any longer. He pulls his fingers out gently, gets lube onto his already leaking dick, and presses inside. 

Sinking into Tommy feels like a dream. Warm, wet, tight; arms and legs clinging to Buck’s body like they never have before. Buck shivers and moans and hides his face in Tommy’s neck for a moment while they both adjust. He kisses the skin, licks the sweat, bites the muscle. Tommy rumbles a deep, content noise in his chest, and starts to rock his hips against Buck. 

Buck thrusts shallow and gentle at first, testing how Tommy wants it. They’re in unprecedented waters: Buck doesn’t know if Tommy wants to be fucked hard and fast to match his earlier desperation or if this new position—this new deepening of Tommy’s trust in him—calls for something softer and more intimate. 

Buck untucks his face to check on Tommy. The sight nearly takes his breath away. Tommy is looking up at Buck with such pure adoration that Buck stutters in his rhythm. He smiles his beautiful smile up at Buck and he looks more content than Buck has ever seen him. No one has ever looked at Buck the way that Tommy does, and Tommy has never let Buck see this depth before. The lines on Tommy’s face are smooth and relaxed, and the tension he usually holds in his shoulders has melted away. Buck can hardly believe that this is for him, because of him. 

His face heats up and his heart soars. He leans down to kiss Tommy, letting Tommy set the pace and tone. Tommy’s lips press back sweetly, languidly, unhurriedly, so Buck matches his thrusts to that same tempo. Tommy sighs into his mouth; a deep, rich, contented thing. Being able to give Tommy what he wants—being trusted to give Tommy exactly what he has truly wanted for a while; what he has needed and denied himself—sends a shiver of pleasure down Buck’s spine. 

Buck hadn’t realized how much he had been craving this particular form of intimacy. The way they press into one—the way Tommy is wrapped around him in a full-body hug, squeezing him, keeping him together; the way Buck is covering Tommy, warm and protective, thrusting into him slow and sweet—is richly, achingly, indescribably bone-deep satisfying. Buck kisses Tommy as he fucks into him and he can’t believe he didn’t notice that he had been missing this. 

This is what Tommy needs, and it’s what Buck needs, too. Buck is used to being the one who clings. It feels incredible to be clung to, and to know that Tommy not only welcomes but craves the heavy weight of Buck on top of him. Tommy said that it would be everything, and Buck thinks he’s exactly right. 

Buck’s knee slips on the sheet so he hitches his hips off-rhythm to fix his position. He hits a new angle and Tommy moans high and reedy, writhing under Buck to get him to hit that angle again. Buck does. Tommy shudders and kisses Buck faster, harder, licks his way into Buck’s mouth with more force. Buck fucks into Tommy at the same speed, responding to the quickening pace of Tommy’s need. Tommy moans and whines and Buck swallows the sounds down deep inside of himself. He earned those. 

His stomach rubs over Tommy’s cock with every thrust. Buck relishes the way that Tommy ruts up into the small wet patch he’s leaking between their bodies, ruts up against the hair on the soft give of Buck’s strong lower stomach in desperate little hitches. Tommy’s movements get faster, less coordinated, more slippery, and he digs his hands into Buck’s back hard enough to leave marks. 

“Evan,” Tommy pants, his body curling tighter and tighter into itself. “Evan, I’m-” 

“I know,” Buck says, and he does. Tommy is so open under him, not hiding a thing as he writhes and ruts and moans. Buck can feel every muscle of Tommy’s body moving so freely against his own. Even without the rich familiarity Buck has with Tommy’s body, he’d be able to tell how close Tommy is. “I know, I can feel you. I can feel all of you like this. Wanna feel you come for me. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” 

Tommy’s arms tighten, his legs tighten, and his moans pitch higher. It’s not long before he’s clamping down around Buck and spilling hot and wet between them, crying out loud and unabashed. Buck watches the pleasure wash over Tommy’s face and only manages three more thrusts before he’s following Tommy over the edge. He feels primal and possessive as he comes deep inside of Tommy. Tommy is his. Tommy wants to be his. Tommy is letting himself be Buck’s. 

Tommy had been worried about losing himself in Buck. Buck hadn’t been worried about that. Buck lost himself in Tommy the first moment he saw him. This—fucking Tommy so intimately, being pressed practically head-to-toe against Tommy’s sweaty body, coming inside of him, being fully enveloped by him—doesn’t feel like getting lost. It feels like coming home. 

They stay tangled up together as they come down. Tommy holds Buck tight to himself, and Buck has no desire to be anywhere else. He kisses Tommy, kisses over his jaw and his cheek and his throat; gentle, tender, lingering presses of his lips to Tommy’s skin. He wants Tommy to know how loved he is, how treasured, how safe his heart is in Buck’s hands. 

Tommy sighs, soft and warm and uncharacteristically earnest. He doesn’t pull away and he doesn’t push Buck away. He runs shaking fingers through Buck’s hair and presses Buck closer to him. With each kiss, he relaxes and sinks back heavier into the bed. With each kiss, he holds Buck closer. 

They don’t move for a long, long time.

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TWO MORE WEEKS!

Intro Post | Prompts

We are getting so close and our excitement is through the roof!!

But until then, to pass the time, how about we share some of our favorite bottom!Tommy creations that already exist! (We’ll go first!)

Hannah:

Crop tops, Bottom Tommy, and Mpreg! @typicalopposite checks all the boxes with this one ❤️

crop top tee and cut off jeans by @typicalopposite

I love me some clipboard Buck and a clipboard Buck fic with Bottom Tommy?? Amazing 🥰

Hard Cock From A Man With A Clipboard Would Fix Me by Sterekorgtfo (DustinMcDreamy)

A recent fic with Bottom Tommy and some lingerie kink 🍑👙

You’re So Good to Me Baby by DarkAliceLilith

Becca:

First and foremost some Tommy mpreg OF COURSE (my birthday fic from the amazing @30somethingautisticteacher)

Labor of Love

second — and I have so so many omg but I chose one from the pile — some emotional explicitness 😌

I can’t (i do) by winterbucky

And lastly a little self promo because I thoroughly enjoyed writing this fic!!

for the first time by @typicalopposite

Just a reminder if you have any questions comments or concerns you are always welcome to reach out to @30somethingautisticteacher or @typicalopposite anytime!! OR just send us an ask here! :)

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Let The Countdown Begin

…and on the official one month mark no less! Talk about good timing! <3

We are so so sooo appreciative and thrilled with all the love this event has received and truly enjoy seeing the excitement for it! I really want to give a huge shoutout to @30somethingautisticteacher for conspiring with me to create this and @sunnywithachanceofbi for the AMAZING edits she has made for us (and my little helicopters— I love them!) thank you both to the moon and beyond you’re amazing!

Now! As a new little goodie to commemorate this day everyone thank Chrissy one more time for these amazing badges!

just a little recap to wrap this post up, once again feel free and welcomed to drop us an ask for anything you might wanna know! You can also check out the Intro & FAQ post and our Prompts post or reach out directly to @30somethingautisticteacher and @typicalopposite <3

We are super excited to see the amazing things this fandom comes up with!

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on my knees BEGGING for a sneak peak og that filth. please with a buck on top

subject to change; a piece from day 7, that I substituted with the alt prompt kink

exhibitionism, voyeurism, mild d/s under the read more

Tommy groans around his fingers, nodding desperately. And for the first time, Tommy looks.

All eyes are on the scene in the center of the room, clouded with hunger. People are openly masturbating to them, others open-mouthed and panting, and it fills him with such exhilaration he’s surprised he doesn’t spontaneously combust.

Tommy takes stock of his surroundings, the seat beneath him, slick with sweat, lube, and his bodily fluids. Buck owns the space behind Tommy, inside of him, thighs wide and braced, and arms locked around him like chains. He moves then, as if summoned by thought, left hand fisting the harness at Tommy’s thigh so tight his knuckles turn white. The thick leather groans under the pressure, the strength of the grip biting into Tommy’s skin. There’ll be bruises in the morning, for sure; half-moon indents where fingers clamped too hard and purple shadows in the shape of the harness.

Markers of how hard Tommy was dominated. Of how much he wanted to be.

Buck’s right hand is splayed against the side of Tommy’s hip, palm firm, thumb digging into the meat of his ass to hold him open, to show the audience the raw, wet pink of his hole as it stretches around the thick press of Buck’s cock.

It’s lewd. It’s vulgar.

It’s perfect.

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Prompts <3

Here she is everyone! We cannot express how excited we are to see all the lovely and amazing creations all you lovely and amazing people make with these! We can't wait!

again... any questions, comments, and concerns please ask away here on the blog or to @30somethingautisticteacher or @typicalopposite <3

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hi! super excited for this. will there be prompts/themes, or is it just a free for all?

Hey anon! We're excited too 🥰 prompts will drop tomorrow so stay tuned!

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Welcome Friends! <3

You guys voted and so here it is! A week that is specifically designed to spotlight all things BOTTOM Tommy!

Sooo… what does that entail? What are the rules? What are the guidelines? Everything you need to know is below the cut!

#1! FIRST AND FOREMOST: this event is meant to be fun, inclusive, and enjoyable! So no (none! Not even a little) bashing of any kind. This goes for characters, actors, AND creators! <3

#2! We want this to be a safe and comfortable event for everyone so please no fics containing: Non-Con, Incest, or Underage <3

#3! This IS bottom Tommy week so obviously the content should be centered around that <3

#4! You are encouraged to create WHAT YOU CAN, WHEN YOU CAN, IF YOU CAN!! Meaning you are not required to do all of the prompts to participate! And late entries are still entries for us to all enjoy, right? Right! <3

#5! Any and ALL ships are welcome! BuckTommy, SalTommy, EddieTommy... and any ship in between (poly ships as well)! As long as Tommy is in it! <3

#6! Last but definitely not least if you have any questions, comments, or concerns feel free to reach out to @30somethingautisticteacher @typicalopposite or just send us an ask here! <3

Calling on all writer, artists, and creators of all kinds! So join us June 29th - July 5th! We hope this will be one more fun event to bring the fandom, and the Tommy lovers of it, together! We can't wait to share more with you all for this and are super excited to see what everyone creates! <3