#and evans waistline

[jessieren]

So apparently now they’re saying I have a waist like a disney princess

I mean… really? A disney princess? What do you think?

I wonder which princess … I mean they haven’t been specific

So I’ve reread all the stories and given they’re also obsessed with my hair, I think either Rapunzel or Brave… which do you think?

Sleeping beauty?? But I never sleep… it can’t be that

Elsa?? Seriously???

I mean it’s not even a classic..

[librawritesstuff]

Cat Stretch Caturday Saturday

[allfryam]

bulk up

Evan was in his final year of high school. He just turned 18 and he was feeling great. He was the star of the football team and he had a smokin hot body. His abs looked like they were chiseled from stone, his pecs sat like trophies on his chest. His arms glistened and bulged with muscles. one day after practice, his coach called him over. Even ran over, dripping with sweat. “I need you to move up a weight class”. Coach said. “We’re starting to struggle against teams with bigger players. We need some more meat on the team.” Evan was skeptical. He would have to give up his precious abs? He didn’t know if he could. But coach convinced him it would only be around 20 pounds, and he could lose it when the season ended. that night, instead of making a fresh, healthy meal, Evan drove to McDonald’s and ate a large Big Mac meal. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. Soon, Evan was off of school for a few weeks due to construction. This also meant no football practice. He didn’t mind though. He was too busy bulking. He spent most of his days shirtless, playing video games and eating snacks in his room. Without realizing he had already gained over 15 pounds. All of the junk food and snacks that he was eating was starting to take a toll on his waistline. His abs had slowly disappeared, and his muscles began to grow softer. He had a slight paunch that hung over the waistband on his underwear. by the time the construction was over and Evan could get back to school, his pants were quite hard to button. He mostly just wore sweatpants anyway. His smallest shirts began to ride up and reveal a sliver of his belly. at practice, coach called Evan over again. “You been bulking?” “Yes sir” Evan replied. Coach took Evan to the scales to see how much weight he had gained. “You lost a pound?! What the hell is wrong with you?! I’m going to have to do this myself. Come to my house later tonight.”

Evan was confused. He was sure he put on weight. None of his pants fit, and his abs were completely gone. He arrived at coaches house and knocked on the door. Coach let him in and told him to have a seat at the table. Evan still didn’t know what coach had in store but he was scared. He was also pretty hungry. Coach brought out 3 pizzas, a cake, canned pastas, ice cream, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Evan’s eyes grew wide. “You’re not leaving tonight until you eat all of this food.” Coach yelled. “But coach-“ coach shut him up and told him to eat. evan started with the pizza. He did good on the first two, but the last one was giving him trouble. It took a while, but eventually he finished the last slice. Next was the pasta. He was already pretty full but coach wouldn’t let him take a break. Evan kept eating and moaning as he got fuller and fuller. His belly was starting to stretch and expand, and his belt grew tight. He ripped it off and undid his pants and let out a sigh of relief. He continued to eat and eat until the pasta was gone. Coach let him take a little break before dessert but it didn’t help much. Evan dug into the cake with his hands, shoving fistfuls of food down his throat. His face was covered in pizza sauce, grease, and chocolate icing. He continued through the cake until he started feeling nauseous. “I thought this might happen. Here” coach said as he gave Evan some anti nausea medicine. After a couple minutes Evan felt better and finished off the cake. For the last two things, Evan combined the cookies and the ice cream to make it easier for himself. He took off his tight shirt to make some room and he dug in. After an hour of moaning and burping, he couldn’t do it. There was still a few cookies left and almost half a tub of ice cream. “You’re gonna come back every night until you can finish one of my feasts boy” coach yelled.

after a few weeks of this, Evan was still unable to finish one of coach’s meals, but they were definitely starting to affect his body. His slight paunch had grown into a round ball gut. His pecs were saggy moobs and his tight ass was big and jiggly. His thighs almost doubles in size and he had an extra chin now. But Evan was competitive. He wouldn’t stop until he won.

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | March 25th-31st 2024

Happy late Easter if you celebrate! I had four days off soooooo as you can see, this is a long one 😆 (honestly feels like I spent the entire fucking day working on this!!)

OMG those stills last week? That episode synopsis? can't WAIT for 7x04 !!!!

(There's a couple of people not tagged, if you know them, please tag the min the comments!)

Complete

🔥 A Million Pretty Pieces by ShesLikeTexas / @shesliketexas-17 (Sentinel/Guide AU, Canon Divergent, SEAL!Buck | 251K | Teen): After enduring countless procedures to save his older brother, Evan Buckley is only four-years-old when he manifests as the youngest Guide in human history. The Global-Sentinel-Guide-Association brings one of their finest mentors, Bobby Nash, out of retirement to help train the young Guide.

When You Gimme Those Ocean Eyes by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Post-Tsunami, Mermaid!Buck | 5K | General): The loft was dark and stilted like Buck hadn’t even bothered to turn on the lights when he got home but the air was thick with moisture. Maddie heard the shower first and then the pitiful, pained whimper next. “Buck!” Maddie moved in through the loft to the bathroom and pushed open the door. She was met with a face of trapped steam that seeped into her skin and made her lungs release a tension she didn’t know she’d been holding. But that tension returned tenfold as she flipped on the light. Buck stared up at her, tired and scared, from where he was slumped in the corner of his shower. (Part 1 of 🔥Mermaid AU)

Fallin’ Into Your Ocean Eyes by Princessfbi / @princessfbi (Mermaid!Buck, Getting Together | 21K | Mature): “Do you trust me?” Buck asked, as he nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s. “You know I do.” “Good,” Buck said, pecking him on his lips again before he pulled away and kicked off his boots. “I need you to hold my pants.” Buck hooked his thumbs in the waistline of his jeans and pushed them down in a blink of an eye. If Eddie’s face could get any redder, it would, but the heat of his gaze had Buck shoving down a shiver that raced up his spine. He handed Eddie his jeans and pulled off his shirt. “This is weird,” Eddie mumbled as Buck handed his clothes to him. “I hope you realize this is weird.” (Part 2 of 🔥Mermaid AU)

A Diamond Mind and Those Ocean Eyes by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Mermaid!Buck | 35K | Teen): “Buck…” Eddie wheezed, his eyes rolling in his head. Maddie snapped her gaze down to look at him and almost burst into tears at the sight. Eddie’s sun kissed skin was deathly pale, with blue tinging his lips and dark circles under his eyes. Buck never would’ve left him. Not like this. “Eddie!” Maddie said, shaking him herself. “Where’s Buck?” Eddie wheezed and said, “… boat.” Then Eddie stopped breathing and Chimney started CPR. (Part 3 of 🔥Mermaid AU)

Work It Like The Rent's Due by Loverlylo/ @theloverlylo (Stripper!Buck | 4K | Teen): Look, the cost of living in Los Angeles is insane, and public servants make nothing. Lacking savings, an inheritance, or a spouse with a high-earning job, Buck turns to a side gig to help pay is rent. And what side gig is perfect for a gorgeous man with no shame? If you guess stripping, you win.

the music moves me (right onto your lap) by KaztielCS118 (Stripper!Eddie | 4K | Mature): Eddie used to be a strip dancer, he shows Buck just how good he is.

🔥 I want to be your fantasy (maybe you could be mine) by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Bachelor Party | 7K | Explicit): Eddie stopped just outside the doors, a hand on Buck's arm to stop him from going inside. “Buck I have to tell you something and you’re not allowed to say shit about it okay?” “Of-of course,” Buck was a little worried at how serious Eddie was being, but it probably wasn't anything that bad if he was going to tell Buck something and then go into a pole dancing class. “I’m going to be really good at this class,” Eddie said, his voice low. “Because one of my jobs before moving to L.A. was stripping. You’re the first person who didn’t work at the club or go to the club to know that and I’d prefer if it stayed that way.”

pauses, then says by vstars (S7E4 Speculation | 1K | Teen): or, Eddie checks up on Buck after an accident at the basketball court

Wrong Side of Heaven by TearsThisSideofHeaven (MCU AU, Post-Snap | 8K | Mature): In the moment, Buck wonders if this is the end of the world. Later, he’ll find himself wishing it had been. Or: the post-Thanos 9-1-1 AU that's been rattling around in the author's brain for literally years.

too tired to keep lying by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (S7E6 Spec, Madney Wedding | 1K | Teen): “But someone has to tell everyone that there’s—” Buck’s voice cracks. A shudder wracks him and Eddie’s hold tightens. “—that there’s not going to be a wedding today.” “There could be.” “What?” Eddie swallows hard, pulling back enough that his eyes can meet Buck’s. “There could still be a wedding today.”

do you want to know a secret by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (S7, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Buck overworks himself and his family worries. When Eddie overhears a conversation between Maddie and Chimney, he learns he might just have caused Buck’s change in behavior. The good news is – there’s something he can do about it.

🔥 If I Never Hear Your Voice Again by actualalligator/ @actualalligator (Canon Divergent, Post-S3E1 Kids Today, Online Friendship | 21K | Mature): After the pulmonary embolism, Buck starts to experience nerve pain and intermittent weakness in his leg. He undergoes another surgery, but when it does not help, he is medically retired from the LAFD. Chimney gets him a video game so they can play it together, but one night it leads him right to Eddie, a single dad from Texas, desperate to make ends meet. They strike up a friendship that eventually leads to more while they work through depression, a move, some new jobs, and a lot of other life stuff.

The One Where The 118 Play "Never Have I Ever" & Chaos Ensues. by dylaesthetics (S7, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Or playing Never Have I Ever during a slow shift goes as well as you can probably expect.

Warmth of your Gratitude and Appreciation by Wildgirl93/ @wildlife4life (S7E3 Coda | 1K | Not Rated): Buck is coming down from the rush of the cruise rescue and Eddie takes him home.

Buck the Bachelor by terranobis (S7, Bachelor!Buck | 41K | Not Rated): When an emergency at the Bachelor mansion leads to Buck becoming the Bachelor, Buck and Eddie begin to realize that there might be more to their friendship than they thought.

you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by ummrys (S7E4 Spec | 2K | Teen): Or, Buck gets a little (a lot) jealous of Eddie's blossoming friendship with Tommy Kinard, and makes some bad decisions about it.

🔥 Racing with the Brakes Cut by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Fast&Furious AU | 61K | Explicit): When Eddie Diaz is offered an undercover job by the LAPD, he takes it so the money will take care of his son. But his mission to infiltrate The 118, a group of street racers suspected of hijacking trucks and selling the goods on the black market, goes awry when he meets Evan Buckley. The more time Eddie spends with Buck and his family, partnering with Buck to win the dangerous Race Wars, the harder it is to remember why he's really there. As the police breathe down his neck, Eddie will have to choose exactly which side he's on, and where his loyalties lie.

of epiphanies by tawaifeddiediaz / @tawaifeddiediaz (Post-S7E3, FWB Buck/Tommy, Buddie Getting Together | 4K | Teen): Or, the one where Buck doesn’t know what to do about Tommy, but somehow, he finds the love of his life anyway.

oh i wonder who i'm looking for by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Post-S7E3, Buck/Tommy | 2K | Mature): after 7x03, buck and tommy go to a bar

if i died last night (it would haunt me forever) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Post-S7E3, Love Confessions | <1K | Teen): Or, the one where Buck can't go another night without telling Eddie how he feels.

i love you if you even care by tinygiantsam/ @watchyourbuck (S7E4 Spec | 3K | Mature): 7x04 speculation where Buck gets jealous of Tommy, but hits Eddie with the basketball instead.

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 75K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

a matching pair (we go together) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Getting Together | 1K | Teen): Or, the one where Eddie makes the team friendship bracelets.

be there on the next train by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Getting Together | 1K | Teen): or, painkillers, pet names, and other sure-fire ways to finally tell your best friend you’re in love with him

slowly getting sober from the taste of your skin by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (S7, Getting Together | 11K | Teen): Or, the one where Eddie gets drunk and pines. Includes Maddie & Eddie friendship, lots of miscommunication, and a happy fluffy ending. 

Left Unsaid by C_M2 (Post-Tsunami | 33K | Mature): The discovery of a small facebook group full of tsunami survivors rocks station 118.

it’s just the thought of you and what I leave behind by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Alternate S7E3 | 6K | Teen): As the cruise ship starts to sink, Bobby and Athena aren’t the only ones in desperate need of saving. The 118 goes on a high-risk mission and a close call brings Buck and Eddie together. 

🔥 miracles under your sighs and moans by napricot (PWP, Post-S6, Sex Pollen | 21K | Explicit): When Eddie gets exposed to an experimental aphrodisiac on a call, he realizes there’s only one person he trusts to help him get through it: Buck.

chafe the skin (you know i like it rough) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP, Getting Together | 6K | Explicit): Buck had a problem. A very, very big problem. Eddie hadn’t shaved in two days.

Love's No Pressure by kittyeddie (PWP, Established Buddie | 7K | Explicit): 5 times Buck and Eddie try to have sex but don't, and one time they finally get to

baby, can i hold you? by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-S7E1, Hurt/Comfort | 3K | Teen): or, eddie panics. buck holds him.

WIP

🔥 for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 13/? | 113K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 29/? | 19K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

29. 71. Lingering forehead against forehead, consumed by each other to the point of barely having strength enough to breathe

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 123/? | 379K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Podfic

🔥 Still Waters by MilenaDaniels [Podfic] (@milenadaniels) by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 (Post-S4E14: Survivors | 45-60 minutes | Explicit): As Eddie lays on the hot pavement bleeding out, his eyes locked on Buck’s bloody face, his hand reaching out towards him, what washes over him isn’t his hard-earned stillness nor is it shock. It’s clarity, edging slowly into focus from off-stage. And when he wakes up in the hospital bed and registers a soft, slim hand in his, he thinks, "no, that’s not it". Or, Five Ways Eddie's Body Feels Different After the Shooting

🔥 Nights are mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day by HMSLusitania [podfic](@hmslusitania) by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 (Camping Trip, Getting Together | 20-30 minutes | Not Rated): Coincidentally lacking children for a week, the firefam go camping together. Eddie would have a better time with it if he wasn't hiding a major secret.

🔥 What's Died Will Never Stay Dead by HMSLusitania [Podfic] (@hmslusitania) by Rhea314 (Rhea)/@rhea314 (The Old Guard AU, Bobby POV | 45-60 minutes | Teen): Bobby's family died in an apartment fire in St Paul, he was honest about that much. But it was in 1904, not 2014.

🔥 Which Witch (series) by HMSLusitania [Podfic] (@hmslusitania) by Rhea314 (Rhea) / @rhea314 (Witch!Eddie | 1-1.5 hours | Teen): It starts as a stupid conversation at the station. Chim, overly credulous, kicks them off with a quick, “Hey remember when we were jinxed because Probie said the q-word? Do you guys think there’s such a thing as actual magic?” In his defence, Eddie guesses, it really is a …q-word… shift and they don’t have anything better to do, everyone sprawled around on various pieces of furniture in the loft. Eddie had been playing a round of pool with Buck, but if they’re going to get into this conversation, he’s got to nip it in the bud. “Nope,” he says.

🔥 The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [podfic] (@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels) by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 (Post-S5, Fake Relationship | 4-5 hours | Explicit): The Buckleys are celebrating their 50th Anniversary, and Maddie and Buck are both expected to come. To take the heat off Maddie, Buck impulsively blurts out that he's seeing someone new. Obviously, there's only one solution: bring Eddie as his fake boyfriend, pretend to be in love with him, and survive the weekend with minimal bloodshed. No problem, except for the, uh. "Pretend" part. Oops.

🔥 right in front of your eyes by rainbow_nerds [podfic] (@rainbow-nerdss) by Rhea314 (Rhea) / @rhea314 (Fake Relationship | 1.5-2 hours | Teen): Buck offers to fake-date Eddie so Pepa will stop setting him up on dates.

🔥 Lifelines by hetrez [podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 (Canon Divergent, Tsunami | 2 hours | Teen): Buck said, "Look, I'm sorry I overheard that because it's personal, and you should be able to decide who gets to have that part of you." Eddie came out of his hunch a little and looked him in the eyes, and Buck felt a zing of giddy accomplishment. It maybe made him stupid. "But to be honest, I'm really flattered that Pepa thought a punk like me could get a guy like you." Eddie's eyes went huge, and under the sodium lights Buck could see his ears turning red. Just two strangers hanging out after a tsunami, talking about being in the closet.

🔥 Don't Take the Money by HMSLusitania [Podfic] (@hmslusitania) by Rhea314 (Rhea) / @rhea314 (Post-Lawsuit, Time Loop | 2.5-3 hours | Mature): “You know, being stuck here isn’t actually the end of the world,” Chimney says, coming up to the table and picking up one of the smoke detectors. “It just feels like it, Buck. Trust me, I know.” “I’m pretty sure it might actually be the end of the world,” Buck says. “Considering this is the sixth time I’ve lived this day.” Chimney stares at him for a beat and then his eyebrows lift. “Wait, are you like – dude, are you in Groundhog Day?” OR The post-lawsuit time-loop AU literally no one asked for.

[eddiespornstache]

hickies 💕💕💕

Ohhh great prompt! This one was a lot of fun; thank you, starryeyedjanai ❤️🩷💙

Eddie, believe it or not, has the biggest possessive streak when it comes to marking his boyfriends up. He likes to leave hickies on their collarbones, or as far up their necks as he dares. He loves the claim that it makes, that these two men love him and trust him. It’s a reminder of how far he’s gotten from the scared, closeted kid he used to be.

Tommy will bite bruises along his boyfriends’ sides, or around their nipples. He likes to take his time and leave identical marks on each of them. Nothing makes him feel more satisfied than seeing the same bruises blooming in the places on both Evan and Eddie, a reminder of how he hold the same significance in both of their lives.

Buck loves, loves, loves sucking cock, so most of the hickies that he leaves are focused around Eddie and Tommy’s inner thighs, or along their waistline. He loves hearing the sounds his boyfriends make, whether he’s biting a mark or swallowing them down. It’s a meditative act of service for him, but he can take comfort in the knowledge that Tommy and Eddie will always make sure that he feels pleasured, too.

Send me a short prompt and I’ll write you a few sentences of Buddietommy headcanons.

[flavored-soda]

swapping soot and spit

Rating: R (explicit 18+) minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, pwp

Word Count: 3.8k

Pairing: BuckTommy/Tevan/Kinley

Summary: After the greeting in the hospital lobby. Tommy and Buck decide they need more than a kiss to say hello.

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He’s not sure how they got here. Well, actually, that’s a lie. He does know how they got here: Tommy. Tommy is how they got here. Or more specifically, Tommy covered in soot and grime. His boyfriend, marching through those hospital doors with big blue eyes filled with exhaustion and happiness, and the adrenaline from a call still visibly coursing through his big muscular body, is how they got here. A stupid little line while he yanked the older man into a searing and hungry kiss is how they got here. So, maybe Buck was more of the reason that he and Tommy were wrapped around each other in a supply closet, swallowing each other’s moans.

Tommy’s hands were moving all around his body. Slipping under his shirt, gliding up his sides, ghosting his fingertips over his hips, and hooking his thumb in his waistline. One would occasionally move to his head, giving his hair slight tugs that were driving him mad. He never thought he would like having his hair pulled this much, but that’s the effect that Tommy has on him. 

“Hmph. Baby. Evan. Give me a second.” Tommy rushed out as he pulled away slightly. His words were airy and mixing together, both in an attempt to stay quiet and his exasperation from Buck’s unrelenting mouth. He had moved down to Tommy’s neck, nipping and sucking where he could, the smell of smoke and the taste of soot adding to his eagerness.

“Baby, seriously.” Tommy wrapped his fingers in Buck’s hair and gave it a sharp tug. Buck let out an embarrassing sound as he was pulled away causing his boyfriend to smirk. 

God, Buck wanted to kiss that smug little smile off his face. He wanted to lick the soot off too, find out what it tasted like when it was mixed with Tommy’s sweat. He was buzzing with want and he wasn’t one to stop himself. He leaned in again, resulting in another, smaller tug on his hair to keep him away. He let out a gasp and tried to choke back a whine. He had never done that before, the realization made the flush on his cheeks grow brighter.

“I know, honey. I know.” His boyfriend whispered.

Buck took the chance to look him over. His hair was even messier than before with a few pieces sticking out, his lips were effectively kiss-swollen and bitten red, and under all that grime was a pink flush of his own. Buck trailed his eyes from his boyfriend’s chest, watching it rise and fall, with a sort of pride in knowing he did that to him, up to meet Tommy’s gaze. His eyes were dark, the blue being consumed by the lust. He looked delicious as he gave a small smile down at Buck.

The younger man assumed he looked equally as wrecked, if not more. His brain was filling up with images, thoughts, and ideas that were fueling this need to devour his lover. All memory that they were in a hospital supply closet had left him as he honed in on Tommy’s lips. He licked his own when the older opened his mouth to speak.

“As much as I’m loving this, baby, I need you to tell me what you want here.” 

“You. I want you.” Buck responded. Man, he sounded desperate.

Tommy gave him another small smile.

“I figured that much, but need I remind you where we are? I need to know how far you intend on taking this.” 

Oh. Oh. Buck hadn’t really thought about that, had he? He was so wrapped up in the image of his boyfriend fresh from saving lives that he didn’t seem to think about where this was headed. And look, Buck wasn’t a virgin, he’s had plenty of sex, but not with another man. The closest he came was when a girl wanted to experiment with pegging and only went as far as circling a finger or two around Buck’s hole. This was new territory and the thought of it was exciting.

“I want to touch you.” Buck replied.

“Touch me? Baby, we have to get to the room. People are going to start to wonder where you went.” The hand in Buck’s hair had eased up, becoming a caressing touch. It was melting Buck’s brain.

“I know, I know. Just…please, Tommy.” And fuck, if Tommy didn’t look at him with the most sincere expression.

“Evan, are you sure?”

Buck was melting, not only from the soft touches from Tommy, but the softness of the other man, the consideration he had. It was only making Buck that much more sure.

“Yes. I’m sure. I want to touch you, Tommy.” The soft touches quickly turned harsh again as Tommy smashed their lips back together. It was similar to the one that started this entire debacle, messy and hungry. 

Tommy’s hands were back on his hips and slipping and sliding under his hoodie. Only stopping to place a firm grip on Buck’s hips and push him back against one of the shelving units. Buck let out a grunt at the impact that was quickly swallowed down by his boyfriend’s incessant mouth. Buck’s own hands trying to explore what he could of the older while he still wore his gear. He shifted to try and push the jacket off, the movement had Tommy slotting his leg in between Buck’s. When he let out a small gasp at the sensation hit him, his boyfriend hiked his leg up, propping it up on the bottom shelf of the unit. The action separated their lips for a second, giving time for a moan to slip through Buck’s lips. Tommy leaned in and captured it. Then his boyfriend maneuvered Buck’s hips, guiding the younger to rub himself against his thigh. 

Buck bit his lip in an attempt to hide the noises involuntarily escaping his throat. The awareness that they were in a hospital supply closet hitting him. The new prospect of potentially getting caught only made him more hot and bothered. His hands kept fumbling as he found Tommy’s waistband. Every tip and trick he ever knew for make-outs and quickies fleeing his mind with each thrust against Tommy’s leg. He was attempting to unbutton Tommy’s pants and the goal only became harder as he became more and more turned on. The more his hands roamed his boyfriend’s body, the more noises he ripped from Tommy’s chest, the harder his cock became.

The noises that Buck pulled from Tommy were starting to fuel some dirtier thoughts. Like how he couldn’t stop thinking about dropping to his knees and sucking his boyfriend off right here. He had been on the receiving end of many blowjobs, but now he was wondering what it would feel like with Tommy’s cock in his mouth. The weight of it resting against his tongue, the tip of it hitting the back of his throat as his boyfriend ever so gently helped Buck move his head along the length of it. He wondered what it would taste, if the smoke and sweat smell had moved beyond Tommy’s hair and clothes. He wanted to know what else about Tommy tasted so good.

A particularly hard thrust from Tommy had Buck moving his hands to Tommy’s shoulders. Buck pulled away with part of groan, his own teeth biting down on his lips to keep it in. His eyes flashed back down to Tommy’s only to find a mischievous glint in them. The sight only causes Buck’s hips to grind further on to Tommy’s leg. His lover’s hands on his hips holding him in position and helping his hips move the sloppier his movements got. 

“You’re doing such a good job, Evan, letting me touch you.” Tommy whispered before he placed a soft kiss next to Buck’s ear. The words sent a shock wave through his system.

Before Tommy, Buck would have argued that he didn’t really have a praise kink. Sure, he liked knowing that he was doing a good job, who didn’t? But none of his past partners talked to him like this. The “praise” he received would be in strings of moan and curses as he worked his fingers and/or tongue into them. Sometimes they would push his head further into them, beg him to keep going, but they never called him pretty or called him good. And if they did, it wasn’t like how Tommy does.

“That’s it, baby.” Tommy whispered against his ear.

God, he felt like a teenager, rutting against his partner in some dingy closet, about to come in jeans. The entire thing was like something out of a wet dream. It had Buck letting out little gasps, until a particularly hard thrust where he let out a moan. Tommy rushed to swallow it down, only pulling away when he was sure that Buck could stay quiet. Keeping himself close by focusing on peppering kisses and nips just below his boyfriend’s ear.

“Not that I don’t love your noises, Evan, but we are in a supply closet of a hospital we visit quite frequently for work.” Tommy pulled back from his assault on Buck’s neck, snaking a hand back up into the younger’s hair. He gave it a good tug, forcing the two to lock eyes. 

“We wouldn’t want the staff to find out how much of a slut you are, would we now?” And that was all Buck needed to send him over the edge. The constant pressure of Tommy’s thigh pressing into him, the older man’s hands on his hips, it all sent him hurtling towards his orgasm at an alarming speed. 

Tommy had, once again, locked them into a searing kiss. He licked into Buck’s mouth, exploring every crevice and crack as he devoured the younger’s moans and groans. He kept his hands on Buck’s hips, slowly working him through the aftershocks of his climax. It all became too much too quick. Buck’s moans turned into whines as the pressure on his clothed cock bordered uncomfortable. Tommy moved his leg from between his boyfriend’s thighs and placed his foot back down on the ground, effectively giving the two space but still staying close enough to breathe each other in.

“Woah.” Buck breathed out. It was a whisper and gasp mixed together as he attempted to catch his breath. Tommy let out an equally quiet chuckle, moving to rest their foreheads together. 

“Yea? That good, lover?” Tommy responded before he pressed a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

“Yea.” He took another breath in, letting out a whine on exhale. He shifted, feeling the wetness in his boxers. Tommy must’ve noticed the look of discomfort on his face because he reached up, grabbing a box from the shelf that Buck’s head was resting against. When he pulled his hand back down, he had held a couple of paper towels in hand.

“May I?” He said, giving a quick glance down before traveling his eyes back up to Buck’s. The younger man nodded.

He had never felt this taken care of, never been this doted on. Tommy took his time unbuttoning Buck’s jeans and pulling his cock free. The paper towels were rough against him, still sensitive from his recent orgasm. Despite the uncomfortableness, he was reveling in the touch. What he did to deserve a man like Tommy, he’ll never know.

The older man finished cleaning Buck up, helping him back into his jeans, even going as far as zipping and buttoning up the younger’s pants. Another kind of softness that Buck wasn’t quite used to. Buck placed his hands on Tommy’s cheeks, pulling him in for another kiss. The older one smiled into it before pulling away.

“Alright, baby, as much as I love ogling you like this, I think it’s time we head back out there.” Tommy said, taking a step back to throw the soiled paper towels into a trash can in the corner. Buck frowned as he took the chance to look over his lover.

Tommy’s turnout gear covered him well, but he didn’t cover him enough. One look down and Buck could see the bulge his boyfriend was sporting. Tommy had reached out to grab another paper towel, using it to wipe his hands. He wasn’t looking at Buck, so he took the opportunity while he could. 

Without even thinking, he pushed Tommy up against the opposite shelving unit, pressing into him with kiss after kiss. The impact caused the shelf to rattle and Tommy let out a gasp, giving Buck the access to lick into his boyfriend’s mouth. Tommy had moved his hands back onto Buck’s hips and waist. He thought about doing the same for Tommy as he did for him, the image of his older and suave boyfriend rutting against thigh was certainly one he would be saving for lonelier nights, but his mind couldn’t help but wander back to earlier thoughts. The ones with Tommy's dick in his mouth, the ones with Buck on his knees, and Tommy’s hands in his hair, guiding further down his length. He pulled away from the kiss. 

“Baby.” Tommy breathed out. He sounded just as wrecked as Buck felt. There was a certain pride that flooded him with the sound.

“Evan, sweetheart.” Tommy breathed out as Buck moved his hands to the waistband of his turnout gear. “They’re going to–” He was cut off when Buck slipped his hand into his underwear. 

The younger’s touch was sloppy as he tried to find his rhythm. It wasn’t much different than touching his own cock, but the angle was strange. He was fumbling to get a proper hold, that didn’t seem to matter to Tommy as he was letting out little huffs of breath and biting his lip to contain moans. It was driving Buck crazy.

“Fuck.” Tommy let out. 

Buck had found his angle. He found a nice pattern as well, using his thumb to swipe over the head and slit of his boyfriend’s cock. He may not have ever given a handjob but he had received plenty. He knew what felt good and he was just repeating that. It was apparently working. Tommy’s head jerked back, causing another smaller rattle run through the shelving unit. He was starting to fuck into the younger’s hand. The sight was yet another that Buck was trying to mentally capture forever. 

Tommy’s head was resting back against the shelf closest to it. His eyes were squeezed shut as he bit his lip. Buck’s legs started to move on their own. Too drunk on the sight of boyfriend and the leaking cock in his hand too notice when his legs started to sink. Tommy’s hands seemed to glide with him the further he sank. They almost seemed to be aiding in Buck’s descent. Despite the position change, he kept his hand at work, pulling more gasps, shutters, and whispers out of his boyfriend. And when his knees hit the floor, he made sure to look up so he could drink it all in. Tommy’s hand had snaked its way into Buck’s hair, tugging a little. 

Fuck, he was getting hard again.

“That eager, are we?” 

Oh, screw his boyfriend for still managing to wreck Buck while looking just as wrecked himself. Buck wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. He looked down at his boyfriend’s dick. More thoughts about the taste of it in his mouth, the weight, the warmth of it flooded his mind. 

Was he drooling? God, he was probably drooling. 

He swallowed before looking back up at Tommy. The older man’s eyes were open, gazing down with a certain softness and the hand in his hair had moved from tugging to stroking. There was something in the actions that read as gentle and assuring. Buck gave his boyfriend a soft smile before opening his mouth and leaning in. 

The sensation was weird, at first, it was too much too fast. The salty taste of sweat and precum, the heavy weight hot on his tongue, the feel of skin in his mouth. He squirmed as his own cock twitched against his soiled boxers. He took it all in, letting his tongue run over what he could, the only goal in mind became tasting every square inch of his boyfriend’s cock. His hand had moved towards the base, giving little thrusts here and there. Similar to a handjob, he may have never given one, but he received enough that he knew what felt good. 

Tommy was letting out little strings of hushed hums and gasps. A small “Fuck, Evan” would sometimes slip past the older’s lips. It just encouraged Buck to take more of Tommy into his mouth. Buck’s spit was mixing with Tommy’s precum, making it for his hand to glide up and down what he couldn’t fit. 

It was sloppy and gross and if Buck wasn’t drooling before, he’s sure that he was now. In fact, he could feel it escaping the corners of his lips and starting to run down his chin. Add that to Tommy’s hand in his hair, giving slight tugs on the short strands, and Buck was starting to get the term “cock drunk.” 

He worked the hand on Tommy’s shaft, moving with his mouth and twisting his wrist to get the right angle. He was trying to take more and more, learning pretty quickly that he needed to breathe his nose if he wanted anymore. The dragging of Tommy’s cock against his tongue made him want to test more so he started swirling his tongue around what he could. His actions were fast and frenzied, the goal changing to how much more of the older man could get a taste of. He was getting so caught up in the moment he felt like he was floating. Tommy’s tugs on his hair were keeping grounded until his boyfriend thrusted his hips, pushing his cock further into Buck’s mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He gagged and Tommy quickly pulled him off.

If this was anyone else, Buck might’ve been okay with stopping there. But this wasn’t anyone else, this was Tommy. He may have just gotten done sputtering in an attempt to catch his breath, but he had decided that he needed to be choking on his boyfriend’s dick once more. He recovered fast, moving his hand back to the shaft before trying to find back that rhythm. 

“Evan.” Slipped past Tommy’s lips.

Buck pulled his gaze away from the sight in front of him and looked up at the other. Tommy was wrecked. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and his hair was tousled from smacking back against the shelves. Buck watched as his older’s eye bore into his, searching.

Buck gave a soft smile that was turning into a smirk to Tommy as a response. His hand on the shaft had started to pick up pace, and he was using his other to help push the flushed head of boyfriend’s cock past his lips.

“Alright. Okay, then.” It was whispered that Tommy seemed to whisper to himself more than to Buck. 

Regardless, the younger one hummed in response. Tommy let out another groan.

Buck returned his focus to the cock in front of him. He was more confident this time, going in with the pride of taking his older and suave boyfriend apart. It took seemingly almost nothing to work the other back to a mess. The next time Buck looked up Tommy had a hand over his mouth, biting down on it to muffle his sounds and his eyes were closed tight. His hips were moving on their own, driving Buck crazy.

He could feel himself getting hard again. Only adding to the previous mess in his sweats. Tommy’s thrust had picked up some, the hand in Buck’s hair focusing on holding his head in place as the older fucked into him. The hold was firm but gentle. If it really was too much for the younger he could pull away and Tommy would easily let him go. But that’s not what not Buck wanted. No. What he wanted was to feel his boyfriend’s fuck his throat, his usual composure wavering as he worked himself towards an orgasm. He wanted to taste his boyfriend’s cum, swallow what he could and let the rest of it mix with the soot that was surely enveloping his face. 

“Jesus. Fuck, Evan.” Tommy mumbled as he tried to pull back. He was close and Buck wasn’t about to let him go now.

He protested with his own groans and whines. Shuffling closer to the older man to try to keep the cock in his mouth. He looked up at Tommy, trying to convey through a look that he wanted this, craved this.

“Baby.” He took in a breath. “Are you sure?”

Buck nodded the best could in response and that was all Tommy needed. His thrusts were sloppy as he chased his finish. Buck was taking all of it like a champ. Tommy came with a muffled groan, spilling down his boyfriend’s throat. 

Buck swallowed what he could. The feeling of hot cum, Tommy’s hot cum filling his mouth was one that he wanted to savor. Some of it was spilling out the corners of his mouth, mixing with mess from earlier. He licked and swallowed and gagged until Tommy pulled him off with a pop. Buck protested with a whine, wanting and wishing for more. Tommy was above him, panting, but he was looking down at the younger with a certain fondness. The hand that was in Buck’s hair trailed down his face again, stopping at his lips and chin. Tommy’s thumb swiped across both, collecting the cum and spit that had escaped, before pressing the digit to Buck’s mouth. He took it with glee, sucking off and swallowing the mess before pulling away with another obscene pop.

“You are something else, kid.” Tommy said. He was stroking the same thumb over Buck’s cheek. 

The moment was quickly ruined with the sound of footsteps coming closer. Suddenly it dawned on them where they were. 

A hospital.

Maddie’s wedding. 

A supply closet.

Buck moved to stand up, but Tommy’s hand kept him pushed down. His boyfriend looked down at him, shaking his head and keeping a finger pressed to his lips. They waited for the footsteps to pass and then some. Both let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding. Buck moved to his feet and Tommy pulled him into a kiss. They pulled apart with a chuckle.

“What am I going to do with you, Evan?” 

“Hm. How about you take me home?”

“After we go say hi to everyone.” Tommy pressed their foreheads together and ran his fingers down Buck’s cheek to his chin. Only to tilt Buck’s head back up for another kiss.

And Buck thought he just might hold him to that.

[kinardsevan]

Seven Sentence Sunday

(yeah I know I'm late, but I slept all day okay)

His movements start to stutter as their fingers brush up against the waistline of his boxers once, twice, and then a third time. And then his fingers are shaking as he curls Tommy’s thumb inside the elastic, his own breath hitching in his chest because it feel too tight and like he can’t get enough air and-

“Evan, stop.” 

He snaps his head up and looks over at Tommy. Tommy slides his fingers out from under Evan’s, bringing them up to rest in the center of his stomach. 

“That’s not what I meant,” he continues. 

Evan’s brow furrows as he stares into Tommy’s eyes in the darkness of the room. Tommy’s other hand comes down from where it’s wrapped behind his own head, brushing through the curls on Evan’s head. 

“I thought you wanted to touch me,” he rasps, confused. 

Tommy’s entire expression wilts, and his hand slides away from Evan’s torso, removing contact from his body. His fingertips are barely on Evan’s hipbone when Evan grasps his wrist, squeezing so tightly that the bite of his nails in Tommy’s skin are likely to leave marks. 

“Please don’t stop,” he requests, his voice choked with anxiety. “I know I’m broken now, but-..” 

“Evan.” Tommy’s voice is commanding. Something about the way his voice sounds in that tone always cuts through the static in his head and straightens his spine; like Tommy really wants him to hear what he’s saying. 

[kiss-theggoat]

The Ghost with the Most

The Ghost (Mitch) x Reader (Haunt 2019)

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: You and your friends decide on an “extreme” haunted house, and you’re not excited, until you meet a certain charming Ghost.

Warnings: Porn with the tiniest little bit of plot, quickie, you get fucked while your friends are dying, Mitch has a dirty mouth,

“Bailey calm down… Angela got the bleeding to stop and I’m going to go get someone to let us out okay?” You soothed Bailey, who had three sizable slices up her wrist. She was pale, sweaty, and leaning against the wall, tears rolling down her cheek every once and a while. Angela had ripped part of her costume off, wrapping it right around the wounds to slow the breathing.

Evan turned to you quickly, “You’re leaving?”

“Well what else are we supposed to do Evan? Stay here until she bleeds out?” You started looking for a way out, wondering what was behind the fence and curtains. The door you had come through was closed, but another had opened in its absence. “There has to be another actor up ahead…wait here.”

You walked through the doorway, despite the pleas that you stay. Bailey’s injury has everyone on edge, but you don’t understand the issue…accidents happen, even at haunted houses.

“Hello?” You called out, finally turning into another room. The room had an ominous blue tint, sheet covered mannequins covering every square inch. You yelped as fog sprayed up towards you through a grate in the floor, but then you laughed, thinking how stupid you must’ve looked getting scared by fog.

“Hello? Is there someone here? Our friend…she got hurt back there, she’s bleeding, we need out.” You announced. A loud bang sounded from the hallway you’d come from, followed by a scream, causing you to turn your entire body towards the door. This had you alarmed, even though you were sure it was just a planned scare, because your friends weren’t having fun anymore.

“You said someone’s hurt?”

You whipped around to the source of the smooth voice. A ghost, shrouded in what looked like pounds of fabric. “Yes, I’m sorry. She’s cut, she’s bleeding.”

“Hold on..” he said, beginning to walk to the door behind him.

“I uhm…I told them I’d go back with help…” you said meekly, still feeling sort of bad for interrupting the whole show. His body froze, then turned slowly to face you.

He nodded a little, “Let me get something…”

You stared at the ghostly figure, thinking that he must be handsome beneath his mask. His voice was so smooth and silky, and he was tall. Maybe the fabric was adding to the bulk, but he seemed much bigger than you. Masks have usually been your thing, maybe that was it. Keys jangled on his belt as gloved hands grabbed and pushed his drapery away from his waist, revealing a trim waistline and nice legs.

You took a deep breath and walked forward towards him. “Uhm…what are you grabbing…exactly…?”

His hands froze on the doorknob and the hollow eyes of his mask bore into your soul. “My other set of keys… I only have the keys to this half of the maze on me.”

You nodded, staring down at his key ring. Your eyes must’ve lingered for too long on his lower body because he cleared his throat, still facing you. He dropped the key in his hand, letting it jangle back down to his hip. “What’s your name?” He asked softly.

Nervously, you told him your name. You didn’t know why he was asking, but you damn sure weren’t going to not answer the hot masked stranger. He took a step closer, engulfing you completely in the white fabric of his cloak and the musky smell of his cologne, which had a slight undertone of something unpleasant, but you didn’t mind.

He said your name, as if testing how it sounded in his mouth. He reached forward, grabbing with a large gloved hand the bottom of the cropped shirt of your Halloween getup. “I like your costume…”

He tugged at the shirt a little, before flattening his palm on the skin of your hip. You felt yourself turn red, but decided that this was your chance. Every other thing you needed to worry about right now just evaporated into thin air. You took a small step forward as well, putting your hand on top of his.

In a blur, his right hand was tangled in the roots of your hair, tugging hard to spin you around, left hand right on your hip, holding you flush against him.

A surprised squeak left your lips at the sudden and confident action. One of his hands was still yanking on your hair, making your head fall back to expose your neck, the other hand moving from your hip to the center of your pelvis.

The force he spun you with surprised you, and before you knew it you were sandwiched between his ghostly figure and the wall. The fog from the grate hissed again, surrounding you both in a baleful cloud. Even through his shroud, you could feel how hard he was pushing his hips against yours, making your hips jut painfully into the cold metal wall.

“Such a slut.” He growled, hands fumbling with the button to your shorts. “Waltzing in here dressed like this…coming onto me…all while your friends are still waiting for you…”

A pang of guilt tore through your stomach. Your friends were currently scared, injured, and waiting for you to bring some sort of assistance, and you were too distracted by the Ghost that you completely abandoned them.

He yanked your shorts and underwear down hard, but only about to your mid thigh. The feeling of his gloves against your skin as he pulled up your shirt to run his hands over your exposed chest made you shiver and groan.

“Or maybe that’s what you want…huh? You want them to walk in on you getting fucking railed by some dude you just met.” The shroud he wore tickled your back as he hiked it up over you, finally giving you contact with something other than the strange fabric. You felt his jeans against your bare thighs, belt buckle pressing uncomfortably between his leg and the back of your knee.

Desperation overwhelmed your senses and you nodded for him, even though you didn’t want your friends to know what you were up to. He didn’t warn you, but with a loud groan, he slides inside of you. You barely need any adjusting, immediately you could feel the low simmer of pleasure in your belly.

Nothing could phase you. The feeling of the Ghost, a man who you’d just met, never seen his face, didn’t even know his damn name, fucking you up against a wall, erased every other thought in your mind. The feeling of him pressed against you, thrusting into you hard and needy, was almost too much to handle. You reached back and grabbed onto his hands, which were holding on for dear life at your hips.

“Holy shit…if I knew…sluts that come through this place felt like this…I’da fucked ‘em a lot sooner…” He groaned. The thought of him making this a thing excited you. Maybe you’d come back next year to see him again.

You moaned, loudly, surely loud enough for everyone to hear you, but you’d stopped caring.

“Mitch.” He moaned.

You craned your neck, confused. “What?”

His eyes were glued to where you were connected. “My name is Mitch. Say it.”

You followed orders, letting his name roll off your tongue in a pleasure-drunken stupor. You could feel yourself tightening around him, nails scraping at the wall you were squished against.

“Mitch…” you whimpered, “I…I’m gonna cum..”

“Awe already? I was having so much fun…” he leaned his head back, fully enjoying the sensation of you losing it on his cock. You came hard with him buried inside you, jaw dropping and eyes rolling back, legs struggling to hold you up.

“So fucking tight…” he grabbed your hair again, pulling your head back so he could say directly in your ear, “I’m gonna cum inside you, whether you want me to or not.”

You swore he was trying to kill you. You felt him push against you hard, forcing your cheek painfully against the wall. The sensation of warmth spilling inside you was enough to make you cum a second time, loud wails escaping your throat as you twitched and convulsed from the overwhelming pleasure. You both stood there panting, you were laying against the wall and Mitch was laying against you. The fact that your legs were trembling and about to give out any second didn’t help.

A few minutes later, you realized…you’d abandoned an injured, bleeding person in order to have sex with a complete stranger. You felt like the worst person in the world at this moment, and as guilt overtook you, you slowly pushed back against him to get your distance. “I…I really should…uhm….get back to my friends, I’m sure they’re worried sick…”

What you didn’t see was that in the other rooms of the haunted maze, two of your friends lay dead and bloodied, the rest sure to meet the same fate within the hour. But Mitch wasn’t about to let you go that easy…he thinks, no, he knows, you’d fit in wonderfully at this attraction.

Mitch whispered, “I’m sure they don’t know a thing…”

A/N: Haunt is criminally underrated, please give it a watch and understand my obsession for this ghost man

[and-stir-the-stars]

Mike gives Liz and Evan his old baseball shirts and hats sometimes. Elizabeth will wear her shirts with the waistline up in a ponytail or tucked into her skirt. The shirts are big on Evan since he's the youngest, but Ev still loves them; he mostly wears them as comfy clothes around the house or as pajamas.

[fernandoswarcrimes]

𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼..

Sneak Peak.

Note: this is going to be part 3 in the PPP series

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Full chapter coming May 4th✨

Charles had taken Gracie on a day trip to Milan, figuring it would be harder to spot the two of them in the Italian city unlike Monaco, which was a very small and everyone practically knew everyone,

The two had met up with Pierre who offered to take them around to different spots, he knew Charles had seen them already but that the blonde princess hadn’t seeing as his bestfriend explained she didn’t get to get out much. He thought that was a bit sad.

Unlike Charles, Pierre could walk freely about Milan without swarms of people following him or crowding him which made it easier for the three to just have a calm day blending in with everyone else touring the city

They did normal tourist things, grabbed lunch, shopped and enjoyed just being normal people for a while, something the three of them didn’t get to do very often. By sunset everything was winding down and Charles knew he had to get Gracie back before ten because Dimitri could only stall for so long.

“We should probably head back soon, it’s getting late.” Charles sighed, he didn’t want to have to bring the bubbly blonde back to the confined walls of the place that overlooked the city they both grew up in but he knew he didn’t have a choice.

“Thank you again Pierre, for taking the time to hangout with us today it was really fun.” Gracie smiled as her and Charles walked out of the restaurant with the Frenchman, they had a bit of a ways walk back to Charles car so they chatted idly.

“It’s no problem really, Charles never shuts up about you. So it was great to offically meet you, us boys thought he was trying to pull a fast one over on us.” Pierre grinned when he saw how red Charles face got at him admitting that he had been talking about the blue eyed girl to the rest of the guys on the grid.

Gracie could feel Charles hand on her waistline, they were out in plain sight of the streets in Milan an had let it slip their mind that they were infact very public figures as people whispered as they walked past by.

It was a bad sign.

As they got closer to Charles car, Pierre stopped them so they could take a group photo. Charles hadn’t let them take any the whole day, more so just wanting him and Gracie to live in the moment but he figured one couldn’t hurt, to atleast rememember the fun they had today.

But Pierre being Pierre, absentmindedly posted the picture of the three of them on his Instagram story thinking nothing of it.

What the Frenchman didn’t realize was the domino affect that singular post would cause.

After Gracie had gotten into the car Charles gave Pierre a bro hug before feeling his phone vibrate as he walked around to his side of the car, he pulled the device out to check it and paled at the notification.

“Pierre you’ve got to delete that” the Ferrari driver stressed after realizing his bestfriend had posted the picture of the three of them and tagged him, Dimitri had warned him that nobody could know that he and Gracie were still hanging out outside of him, Alexei, and Annaslise.

Especially her parents.

A rule he had already broken by meeting up with Pierre, but he figured his bestfriend could keep this to himself if Mick and Lance had known her for years and never told a soul, but evidently not.

“Okay okay, my bad I didn’t know.” Pierre said as he quickly deleted the picture from his story two minutes after he posted it.

But unfortunately the damage had already been done.

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, and love’s a fragile little flame that was going to get burnt out before it could even be fully lit.

[jessieren]

And given we’ve had quite a ‘throwback’ HNW here’s a late entry…

Jeez that waistline

[cacklingblobbittyrabbitty]

unhinged rainbow magic post 4 of 12

There are ups and downs in this one yeaaaaaa but we do get the first two fairies of colour woohoo!

JEWEL FAIRIES

India LOOK AT THE PEARLESCENT DRESSSSSSSSS Peak 2000s cute girls (the dress silhouette) First sandals!! Shiny hair with cute lil pin babey First long hair? In conclusion, one of the most iconic first fairies so far?

Scarlett (but like why are you spelling it with two t’s?) Some points for rhyming Kitten heels gurl (first heels?) On first glance: cute! On second glance: I absolutely hate this 1) Pouffed up 90s ass hair 2) Waistline!!! Why does she got long torso syndrome 3) The colour difference between the skirt/shoulder and the torso material 4) Skirt split above the knee = dangerous 5) I just don’t like the waves In conclusion: why you trying to be as iconic as ruby

Emily First proper ginger!! and her freckles are so cute omg Green as a colour works BUT the background colour is heinous why would you do that Ballet shoes for the baddest bitches!!!! also Nice Power Pose HOwever. The dress. 1) Is that fuycking seaweed 2) Why would you fuck up my favourte halter neckline like this 3) Whole dress should be dark green HOWEVER double layered skirts ARE an icon - so points for that ig but at the end of the day this feels offensive to gingers 

Chloe First woman of colour babey Triple layered skirt? Yes Wraparound cardigan? Yes Headband? Yes Sharpay Evans could Never The red accents are chefs kiss Cute ass wings babey 2000s icon - one of the best examples so far

Amy MASSIVE mum vibes esp. with the 80s hair Oh jeans and dresses my beloathed The background shouldn’t be that colour I do like the range of purples So period accurate that it hurts Nice gold hair colour (not too brassy) Vibes are so immaculate that we don’t want to change anything - it feels like an Artefact

Sophie Second woman of colour! Go Jewel Fairies! VANS GO STYLE ICON I love her Her skirt and top are so iconic Off-the-shoulder bell sleeves with poof? It’s doing So Much but works So Well Socks are a slightly different colour than the sleeves which hurts my soul but the vans are so cool that I have to overlook it That haaaiiiir man? Incredible No notes

Lucy (diamond) The top is beautiful - cinched at the chest, long sleeves with open ends, diamond pattern Skirt? Hmmmm I really like the diamond pattern but it feels too sharp - I think more subtle spikes would work here Shout out to Cherryfall23 on deviantart for doing a great remodel of the skirt, making it a skater skirt with a triangular cutout waistline Hair is a statement and it is a good one - she cut it herself and she’s a hairdressing icon Boots. Incredible. Pulls off the cowboy style immaculately

[pinesource]

Even a star’s ability to make audiences swoon isn’t always enough to guarantee that a movie will make money. “Babylon,” an epic about the silent movie era, collapsed at the box office when Paramount released it last December, despite starring Brad Pitt, while “Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves” will lose money even though Chris Pine led the ensemble. Robbins isn’t abandoning the idea of more “Dungeons & Dragons,” though if there’s a sequel, he says, “We’ve got to figure out a way to make it for less.” 

[furiouspatience]

NSFW headcannons

tw: violence/cruelty, mention of sex/death

Carl and Anna started dating. At some point, Carl began to feel a strong sexual attraction to her, but he was ashamed to admit it. He started avoiding Anna (they say I’m sorry, I have business, etc.) until the latter decided to catch and talk to him. Well, he notices that he is excited.

Options for what will go next:

1) They kiss (so that no moans can be heard), and Anna shoves her hand into her pants. 2) Anna goes down and does everything she needs while Carl holds back the moans.

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Peter Dong is killing everyone on the ground floor. Even the guards, Emma and Evan are killed. He finally gets to Marco to finally finish him off. Legrand was paralyzed with fear, and he could only watch and hope that he would be spared. The last thing Marco remembered before his death was a look filled with anger and pain.

“Well, bitch, who’s laughing now?”

When Peter comes to, he looks at his hands. They were covered in blood. His face and clothes were also covered in blood. A whole pile of corpses was lying around, and in front of him lay the body of Marco with a broken head. The realization of what happened makes Peter scream in agony. With trembling hands, he raises the weapon, bringing it already to his head.

Somewhere in the distance, Servants of the People hear a shot.

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The ending of “Albert De Salvo”:

Evan couldn’t remember how long it had been since he foolishly handed Heimdall over to Albert. After several tortures from De Salvo, who tested them on him from that ill-fated book, Redgrave stopped resisting a long time ago, and simply gave up. It was pointless. There were no thoughts, no fear for his life. And no desires, except one - to die as soon as possible. But Evan knew for sure that this was not destined to come true.

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Closed blinds of the office. Knock him down on the table, dropping some of the things on the floor. Passionately kiss on the lips and neck while his hands unhurriedly unbutton the buttons of his coat and shirt. Gently run your palm over your head, ruffling your hair. Touch hot skin, and outline the waistline under the shirt. Grumbling from the fact that the lock on the trousers does not give in. His quiet laugh. Slow tremors, gradually developing into faster ones. Moans that are trying to drown out. Hands clasping the back. Your name.

“I won…” Ernst says in a hoarse voice in Stephen’s ear

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