#tiny boyfs

[puekjh]

@dragonairice and I made a drawing together

Christine picked up tiny Jeremy and now the two boyfs are upset.

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP10 | Kantbison + Physical Affection

[biscuitbakerbecca]

With his calls complete Jeremy went down to the workshop to update Jakey with the good news. He smiled, finding Michael and Jakey laughing at something together. He walked over and joined in, the three of them just enjoying each other's company.

—Strength

[adhdphilosopher]

i want to do creative things and productive things because i have so many projects of each sort and i begged today off for . health reasons actually. but unfortch, i am not getting myself to focus on either

[kalico-of-doom]

“It’s okay, big guy. See? We’re okay, just a little beat up is all.”

Big buck protecting little spider boyf~

I saw Kaiju Al and tiny Angel art over on Twitter and, let me tell you, I am SMITTEN for the concept. Had to draw it myself haha

[chlorinecake]

It's sad you haven't written that much for sunoo

𐙚 — 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 | 𝐤.𝐬𝐧

▹ PAIRING: boyfriend ! sunoo x girlfriend ! reader

▹ SUMMARY: While on a picnic date with your boyfriend in honor of your one year anniversary together, things take an unexpected turn as one simple touch leads to another...

▹ WARNINGS: TOUCH DEPRIVED SUNOO who can't help but leave marks all over your neck and thighs, fluff mixed with super messy smut, fingering + oral (f. r), handjob, protected sex (love that for them), tit and spit play, exhibitionism, mentions of food

▹ WORD COUNT: 2.5k

“You brought ice cream to our picnic date in the summer?”

“Yes... and you wrote me a love letter,” Sunoo replied frankly, the gentle park breeze blowing his wavy bangs to the side of his face slightly... “of course I appreciate the gesture, baby, but why go through all that trouble of trying to hide it from me?”

His question made a memory resurface in the back of your mind.

One from earlier this morning when you threw a pillow at his face in an attempt to sneak away with the letter undetected.

Not one of your best moments, you'll admit, but he took it lightly anyways, laughing off the confusion your strange behavior brought about...

“You weren’t supposed to come back home til tomorrow, Sunoo, and I wanted to surprise you…” your voice trailed off just as your boyfriend rested his hand at your thigh, caressing the flesh in a soothing manner…

“I wanted to make it more special,” you went on, feeling your heart flutter slightly at the way he suddenly tilted his head at you, almost as if cooing at your worried confession.

“____… what could be more special than a letter with your sweet kisses all over it?” Sunoo asked, gaze falling to your lips for a second before his eyes flicked back up, displaying his comforting smile.

“Just open it already,” you whined playfully, making your boyfriend giggle a bit at your impatience.

“Wait, I wanna guess what’s inside first!” He paused excitedly, looking to the clouds as he sat in thought…

“Hmm,” Sunoo hummed, feeling through the envelope with his fingers to see if it'd give him any clues… “are these... condoms?!!”

“What!? No! Why would I give you such a thing!?” You laughed out loud, giving the park a brief scan to see if anyone was around to have heard your boyfriend's wild revelation.

“Relax, ____... nobody’s watching the romantic couple on their picnic date,” Sunoo reassured with a light-hearted chuckle, running his hand a little higher on your thigh this time, making your breath hitch slightly.

What was getting into him today?...

“Righttt... so it’s just us and the trees now, huh?” You asked sarcastically, just as a random hiker came walking up the trail a few feet behind you two.

“Yup!” Sunoo answered confidently, letting his touch leave your skin, “just us, the trees... and no protection…”

Tear ˎˊ˗ ...

Sunoo tore open the triangular flap that once sealed the envelope, opening the paper-pocket to reveal a set of tiny squares poking back at him…

“Wow,” his voice started, a feigned shock to his tone, “you must really wanna take me raw after this…”

“Oh my God, you’re being such a slut today,” you whisper-yelled, smacking his shoulder playfully before taking the envelope from his grasp, shaking out the contents into his open palm.

“They’re P o l a r o i d s,” you enunciated slowly, “of us, baby...” you continued with a smile, watching as he brought each photo to his face, one by one to examine them...

“Aww,” Sunoo pouted, feeling his own heart warm up at the burst of memories. “Thank you, love… this is such a sweet anniversary gift,” he said, leaning forward to hug you, his weight accidentally overtaking you to the point where your back fell against the picnic mat with a soft thud.

It wasn't unusual for Sunoo to underestimate his strength, especially whenever he got excited and wanted to show you his affection... still, it's something that he always felt bad about doing...

“____, I'm so sorry! I didn’t mean to...” your boyfriend's initially apologetic voice trailed off, all thanks to the mistakably erotic sound that slipped past your lips while caged beneath him.

“S-Sunoo… it's okay,” you stammered nervously, feeling his thigh brush up against your core as he adjusted him position, a small wet spot from your soaked panties now marking his jeans.

You couldn't think of anything to say, especially not with the way your sundress was hiked up now, putting your hips and bottom on full display.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you were met with the wet sight yourself now, Sunoo’s flexed thigh doing nothing but make things worse for the ache growing inside you...

“T-that's not what I think it is... right?”

Your boyfriend's voice came out quietly as a delayed silence followed right after, his eyes staying fixed on you as you raised to sit on your knees now.

You put a hand to his chest, pushing his back against the picnic mat now before leaning on top of him and whispering, “Stop staring and just kiss me already…”

Sunoo almost couldn't believe those words had left your mouth so smoothly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with anticipation as his eyes fell back to your lips.

Your gorgeous, kissable lips...

“And if anyone sees us?” He asked with a slight rasp to his voice, eyes sparkling beneath the sunlight as you traced the side of his face with a finger...

“Then they can cry about it…”

That's all it took before you two started kissing, both of your eyes fluttering shut as gentle sounds of pleasure were exchanged by the tips of your tongues.

You felt one of his hands find the side of your face and drift down to your neck, his touch gripping just enough at your throat for the pressure to be noticeable, but not overwhelming.

“Been wanting to do this since we got here,” Sunoo groaned, a little weak yet heavy at the end as you broke away from the kiss, meeting his eyes with your own lovestruck ones as you noticed his touch wandered lower, pulling your sundress over the curve of your hips again, tugging at your panties.

“Wanna get these off of you so bad, baby,” your boyfriend said breathlessly, your legs wasted no time in moving just enough for him to slip your panties down and toss them.

“Much better,” you hummed, letting your lips find his again in an even more hungry kiss than before as you felt his fingers ghost over your folds, circling your clit in a way that had you twitching almost instantly.

Something about the way he kissed you in this moment was so raw and greedy, a bit of spit dribbling down the side of both your mouths, only for you two to take turns licking it back up with your tongues.

And he was gathering so much of your slick on his fingers, too, making your clit throb with need as he kept toying with it, your hips subconsciously rocking against his fingers as you grew closer and closer.

“You're making such a mess of me, Sunoo,” you said in between kissing him, his mouth traveling to your neck where he sucked even harder against your flesh, groaning against your skin.

“Can't help it when you taste so sweet, love,” is all he managed to say before rolling you over on your back and taking dominance again, your body being sprawled out face-up on the picnic mat as he started to pepper kisses down from your jaw, to your tits, before finally reaching your swollen cunt.

You couldn't help but close your thighs around his head, even though it was only a matter of time before he forced them open again, taking a break to finger your pussy while marking the expanse of your thighs, holding intense eye contact with you the entire time.

“Could play with your pussy all day, baby,” he mumbled against you, moving from your thigh to lick a stripe up the middle of your core, “might have to beg me to stop...”

“F-fuck,” you cried out, arching your back at the way your core trembled thanks to his skilled fingers curling inside you, “I'm so close, baby...”

“Yeah?” He asks breathlessly, looking you straight in the eye again while still fucking you with his digits, “gonna cream on my fingers, baby?... clench that pretty pussy as you cum for me?”

A string of desperate yes's spilled from your lips only to get caught in your throat, your teary eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt yourself release from the inside out, shaking from the wave of pleasure that washed over you.

“That's it baby... let it all out,” Sunoo cooed, fingers not ceasing in fucking your hole until you reached your hand down to stop his wrist from moving.

Sunoo just stared at you for a second... and even though he knew you hated when he did that, he couldn't help it. You just looked so beautiful to him right now. Cheeks a flushed hue from your orgasm, covered in his marks from your chest to your thighs...

Using his free hand, Sunoo reach for the picnic basket, digging under a few things before pulling out a shiny gold package.

A condom.

“Babe, you... you planned this?” You asked with a glint of amusement to your voice, body still moving in slow-motion as you recovered from your first orgasm.

“Hey, don't judge me,” he smiled softly, tossing the condom in the middle of you two as he got started with unbuckling his pants, “you can put it on me, if you like...”

Timidly, you crawled towards your boyfriend on all fours, thankful to God that you didn't flinch once his dick sprung out from the confines of his boxers, nearly hitting you in the face given how hard it was.

Still, there was something about the subtle look of shock on your face that made Sunoo feel good about himself, reaching out a hand to caress your head as you tried opening the package with your nails.

“Just use your teeth, love,” Sunoo suggested, just as you took the plastic in your mouth, tearing it away with ease.

Pulling out the ring of rubber, you aligned it over his tip first, sliding it down in a stroking motion.

It doesn't take long before you have the whole condom slid down his shaft, but your ministrations don't stop there.

You kept pumping him in long, drawn out movements, experimenting with pressures and slightly escalating the speed with each stroke.

And it didn’t take long before he started moaning all loud and shamelessly, biting his lip with slightly screwed brows as you continued to jerk his cock in your hand, caressing his thigh with your free hand to help him relax.

“Sh-shit,” Sunoo cursed beneath his breath, eyes glued to the way you fisting his length, your hickey-stained cleavage coming into view as your sundress fell further down your shoulders with gravity.

The whole sight was just so intoxicating to him, especially coupled with the sensation of your fingers wrapped around him.

It was only a matter of time before you had him coming undone, filling the condom with his load as you started to stroke him more slowly now, somehow craving his dick even more.

He was a panting mess, pretty chest heaving beneath his shirt as you sat up on your knees now, crawling over to straddle his lap.

His lust-ridden eyes watched you the entire time, too, pants still lazily hanging around his thighs as you untied the bow keeping the top of your sundress together, revealing almost your full chest to him.

He didn’t hesitate to start groping your chest, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands as you humped against his lap, sliding your slick folds over his wrapped dick and shivering from the returned stimulation.

You moaned at his actions, clinging onto your boyfriend’s shirt at the sudden feeling of his tip prodding at your entrance.

“God, I need to be inside you so bad, ____... need to feel you taking me nice and slow...” Sunoo practically mewled against your lips, the desperation of words making your pussy clench around nothing.

You let your hips grind against his length even faster now, despite how you both were extremely sensitive at this point.

You didn’t expect one fleeting kiss to get you here… a slimy, moaning mess in your boyfriend's lap all in the middle of nature… but you were too far gone to turn back now, and besides… something about the risk of being caught like this was a turn on for you, anyways…

Reaching down for his dick, you let the head find your hole again before slowly feeling him slide past your ridged walls, shaky sighs coming from both your lips now…

You two stayed like that for a few moments, too, simply basking in each other’s closeness until you got ready to move, Sunoo’s delicate hands resting at your hips, eventually guiding your speed.

“S-Sunoo,” you started weakly, thighs trembling at the way his tip grazed your sweet spot as he rocked you back and forth against him, “we’re not gonna last very long in a state like this…”

Your sultry words sounded like fuzz in his brain for a second, his body being too pleasure drunk to focus on anything other than the way your perfect pussy was taking him.

You kept your hands secure at his shoulders, grinding against him the best your tired legs could manage as his lips connected to the skin below your ear, speaking the feathery words: “Might as well make it worth it, then…”

That's when your boyfriend let his back fall against the picnic mat, releasing his grip from your hips, only to find your hands instead, connecting you both by your latticed fingers.

His pelvis snapped up to help you both reach your highs faster, your chest heaving with emotions as you gasped at the feeling of his cock plunging inside you so well, a mere matter of seconds passing before your orgasms hit you both like a crashing wave.

Sweet mmm's and ahh's of pleasure left both your squirming bodies, Sunoo's thighs twitching beneath you as your walls clenched down on his length, your climax taking it's sweet time to leave you.

You felt his cum slowly fill up the condom from inside you, gentle pants escaping his swollen lips as your hands stayed intertwined, eyes slightly teary beneath the shining sun.

“I can't believe we just did that in public,” you sighed, lifting your hips from his to free yourself from the stimulation, helping yourself to removing the now filled rubber from your boyfriend's dick and tossing it in a picnic napkin.

Sunoo smiled at your choice of words before sitting back up to readjust his pants, still feeling a bit wobbly in his movements after everything that just happened.

“And I'm more than open to doing this again,” he said, crawling towards you on the mat to help re-tie the bow at the top of your dress, “… and again, and again, and again...”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you chuckled with a smile, watching his hands finish up each bow before he creating a small distance between you, placing the picnic basket in the center of the mat and flipping open it's lid, his hair slightly disheveled as he asked, “In the mood for some ice cream soup?”

AUTHOR’S NOTE 𐙚 | To the anon at the very top of this post, I hope you enjoyed what I came up for with for everyone’s favorite sunny boy !! That is, if you ever happen to cross paths with my blog again >< !!

TAGLIST 𐙚 | @squoxle @nikisvanillaccola @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @wonbinisbabygurl @addictedtohobi @watamotee33 @ot7sevenlvr + link to my enhypen bookshelf if you’re interested !!

[thefritzfandomhour]

Some thots on dom!chris hartley omg?

18+ dom!chris hartley drabbles || until dawn

ok i realized that you didn't specifically ask for 18+ content but i really hope i made the right call with assuming "dom!" meant sexually dominant. thank you for your request though!!! i took some liberty with the slow build up to what makes him dominant, almost like a tiny "imagine" scenario instead of focusing primarily on what he would do in bed. i also added a little bonus bit because i love thinking about how he would be when drunk.

this writing is intended for ADULT CONSUMPTION and contains NSFW material

in the beginning of your relationship, chris really has to be pent up to initiate. he really doesn't know how to read if you're in the mood yet and would much rather go lock himself in the bathroom and deal with his raging boner than put you in an uncomfortable scenario. speaking of which, chris gets turned on extremely easily. its something he's slightly embarrassed about, but eventually he'll get tired of being horny that he'll start making moves on you.

it'll be slight touches at first. he'll invite you to sit inbetween his legs while he's playing a video game. nothing that really needs his full attention, something like harvest moon or minecraft. he's praying you don't scoot away when his cock starts to swell. it's obvious he's hard against you but his deep breaths and video game keep both you and him distracted. eventually he'll offer to let you play, handing you the controller and sliding his hands down to your waist.

it'll start with a slight kiss into the crook of your neck. you'd smile and lean back against him, causing him to shudder just a bit. chris would continue to move down your neck, each kiss getting longer and a bit more intense. giving you your first official hickey from him felt like an achievement, it switched something inside of him. chris would have noticed that you weren't interacting with the game anymore, leaning back against him. that's where he just unraveled.

after the bandaid was finally ripped off, he would gain a lot more confidence when it came to being dominant. smaller things would be added to your life, like the occasional tap on the ass or deeper-than-expected kiss. also, expect chris to send you his favorite nsfw content with captions like "us?" And "can we do this?".

in bed, he'll encourage you to let him use toys on you, praising you and reminding you how turned on you make him. inbetween his legs, chris would love to have his hands in your hair and forcing you down on his throat. as long as you remembered the safety tap code, he'll let loose and use your mouth as a fucktoy. you had to reassure him a few times that you liked it, but eventually he would get used to prioritizing his pleasure during these intimate moments.

bonus!!;

chris has zero to little issue "taking what he wants" when drunk. he wouldn't phrase it as that, but thats basically what it is. you'd be by his side pretty much the entire time, unless you asked to go somewhere else, obviously. you'd get a deep kiss about every 5 or so minutes, and if you didn't stop him, he'd end up giving you a hickey infront of the party-goers. let him get that far and he'll grab your wrist, give you a lustful look, and pull you to the nearest lockable room.

oh chris ... chris chris chris ... i was definitely indulgent when it came to that whole video game part. i could perfectly picture it in my head, honestly, i could probably write a small fic based on that prompt alone. ah... maybe one day. once again though, thank you!! i love writing for our silly boyf (yes you, reading this. he's our boyfriend.)

[deer skull + candle themed borders were designed by kazoothecat on deviantart]

[tanabeth]

the real victim of good omens 2 is the little carrier fly.

Imagine you’re a strange little demonic fly. Just a little demonic fly who purpose is to store stuff for your Lord. One day, you’re Lord decides to gift you to their boyfriend. Ok ok cool, you’re just chilling in a matchbox, doesn’t matter because you’re a demonic fly and don’t need to eat, apparently. Or maybe Gabriel takes a trip down to earth every now and then to feed you. Then, one day, your Lord’s boyfriend actually uses you to store stuff. His memories.

you

a silly little fly

get 6000 years worth of ethereal knowledge slammed into your tiny, tiny brain.

You follow your Lord’s boyf around for two reasons.

The part of him in you feels a pull towards him.

You desperately want him to take back the memories. A fly, regardless of whether or not they are of demonic origins or were made to store things, is not meant to have this much supernatural, existential knowledge.

now, what happens when you wait, desperately, for him to take the memories back?

he fucking slams books in your general direction.

Of course, you are no ordinary housefly, so you make it. But the disrespect.

all you can hope for is that someday you will be opened, freed from this life of pain.

[leejeongz]

could you write a cuddling with enhypen like the treasure post please🧸💛

🫧 cuddling with enhypen 🫧

pairing: boyf!enhypen x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

𓆉 heeseung

⋆ resting on his chest in silence, your legs are intertwined, warming each other up, you look up but he’s already looking down, admiring you and thinking about how lucky he is to have you

⋆ having your head on his shoulder, your lips brushing against his neck as butterflies flutter around in his tummy

⋆ the biggest smile on his face whenever someone catches you two cuddling because he’s just proud that he can call you his and that other people know it !

⋆ you can disagree with me all you want but this man loves being the little spoon

⋆ you wrap your arm over him and he pulls it tighter after kissing your hand gently, he adores falling asleep like that

⋆ but he loves holding you just as much, he just wants to be close to you and he wants you to know how much he loves you without always needing to say it.

⋆ innocently sitting on his lap. enough said.

other members under the cut

𓆉 jay

⋆ laying your head on his chest, his arm swooped across your back with his hand on your shoulder

⋆ his thumb rubs against your shoulder in an incrediblyyy comforting way, you can only focus on that feeling and you soon forget all the bad things that happened that day

⋆ you’re in the perfect place for him to sneak a kiss on the crown of your head and he always compliments how good you smell

⋆ every night you spoon and talk about your day, you’re the little spoon most of the time because you have a lot to say and you don’t want to literally talk his ear off

⋆ tiny little “hmm”s in your ear so that you know he’s still listening

⋆ when you’re super comfortable with each other, jay rests his head on the back of your legs/butt just because it’s comfy lmao

𓆉 jake

⋆ holding hands while you're sat next to each other, until your head drops to his shoulder, then he sneakily manages to free his hand so that he can wrap his arm over your shoulders and tuck you in closer to him

⋆ playing with his hair as he lays in your lap, he always lets you know that he’s happy with a quiet hum or maybe even a giggle if you’re doing ur playfully

⋆ both of you laying on the floor, his arm under your head after you just got done having a shared fit of giggles. occasionally a little laugh slips out of your mouth, causing him to turn and look at you with a huge grin on his face

⋆ footsie under the covers, you give in because you know that you’ll never win against jake, and instead give him a peck, starting a battle of who can give the last peck.

𓆉 sunghoon

⋆ snuggles when you’re cold, his arm draped over your shoulder or back and quickly rubbing your arm up and down in hopes it will warm you up as your chin jitters against his chest

⋆ letting you rest your head in his lap, but he gets super embarrassed and shy when his tummy gurgles so he has to get up and make himself busy to forget that you heard it

⋆ he has so many pictures of just your forehead on his phone, where you’ve somehow drifted off to sleep and accidentally fell onto his shoulder, or his chest, or his arm, or even his leg

⋆ sleepy kisses, your lips barely touching but it’s enough to wake sunghoon up. his hand finds your waist and pulls you in closer to him, close enough for him to kiss you properly.

⋆ i know this guy loves cuddling with you just because it gives you a chance to feel his body and compliment him on how well the gym is paying off

𓆉 sunoo

⋆ sunoo gets butterflies whenever you cuddle, 1 month into the relationship or 10 years, he’s an absolute wreck for your cuddles

⋆ legs locked together, whether you’re sitting opposite each other or lying next to each other, you’re always tangled in the others’ limbs

⋆ laying face to face before you drift off to sleep, you’re not touching, but you feel safe and loved

⋆ most of the time, sunoo asks you before resting his head on your shoulder, but if he’s too sleepy, he’ll just do it and shut his eyes for a few minutes before asking “is this okay?”

⋆ and while his head is there, your hand is in his, maybe interlocking them, or he’s playing with your fingers, or throwing your hand around playfully.

⋆ arms wrapped around your torso while you work, a pout on his face as he makes no attempt to stop being needy for attention

⋆ guys i hate to say it but i think sunoo is the type of guy to compare his hand size with you while he’s laying against your chest because he thinks his hands are way bigger than yours

⋆ and then finds out that actually his hands are way smaller than yours 😭

𓆉 jungwon

⋆ you lying on top of him on the sofa, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist, the other playing with your hair or rubbing your upper back

⋆ or maybe even drawing patterns with his fingers, writing sneaky i love you’s or just your name over and over

⋆ his head sleepily falling to your shoulder whenever you’re near him, he wakes up kinda shy, blushing and never mentions it again

⋆ the middle of summer, there’s a thousand fans on as well as the AC but jungwon is still insisting on you holding him after you wake up before you get up for work because he doesn’t want to waste a single moment of peace

⋆ oh and don’t even think about getting up at a normal time when you have a day off because jungwon will be holding you hostage in that bed until about mid afternoon

⋆ gets kinda upset when you use your phone while you’re cuddling, so he lets out a small “excuse me,” in the cutest tone.

𓆉 niki

⋆ resting between his legs with your arms hooked around them and your head on his chest as you watch a film so you both get the best view of the screen

⋆ only, he’s actually just contemplating if he should lean down and kiss you on your cheek the whole time

⋆ always the big spoon.

⋆ falling asleep to the sound of his breathing, only for him to accidentally wake you up again when his arms squeeze you tighter

⋆ he just wants you under his arm every second of every day, like he cannot bear to see you anywhere but next to him

⋆ still manages to cuddle with you when your sick (he complains a little but doesn’t mean it), and sometimes he secretly hopes you get him sick too so that you have to cuddle him next

⋆ niki will never not be caught teasing you, so of course he’ll make out like cuddling is always your idea and that he was very reluctant (he wasn’t, he threw himself at you every time)

[puekjh]

I did a thing

@chickensoupbmc

[drsantosgf]

i would like to hear your thoughts ❤️

gahhhh okay no one throw rocks at me, this is buck x oc

adam has been a nurse for a long time. he's dealt with trauma after trauma, met so many firefighters and paramedics but none with a bigger heart than evan buckley. he's seen him around a few times, the station 118 is pretty well known in their hospital for being a bit a problem station. people are constantly getting stabbed and struck by lightning, evan buckley in particular seems like maybe he pissed off god personally. they exchanged a few words here and there, laughed at a few of the others jokes, but every time they lock eyes, buck makes quick work to look away and bite the inside of his cheek. adam specializes in hurt and believe him, buck seems... hurt.

it isn't until they bring in a young kid, probably 16 or 17, with bruises and cuts all over his body. he was beaten until- well, until it was pretty touch and go for a minute there. two of them hang back in particular, hen and buck. he's talked to hen before, back when she was going through med school, she told him about her wife and kids, how hard she was fighting for them, how draining it was. adam joked about that sounding familiar, he remembers med school well enough when he was single, he couldn't imagine it with a partner and a kid.

the two of them were standing together, watching the kid be carted away, both biting their cheeks and clenching their fists. hen whispered something to buck and patted his back.

"i know, it's just- god, that was brutal." buck wipes his face.

"that's why we look out for each other." hen squeezes his arm and walks away.

"does he have anyone to look out for him?" buck says to himself

interesting, he doesn't know the full story- just that that kid looked like he was in a hell of a lot of pain. and judging by the rainbow bracelet around his wrist, he's guessing he knows why.

he's about to work himself up to go talk to him. there's something about his eyes, wide and sad and so deep in thought he wonders how he pulls himself out.

they lock eyes again. adam gives him a tiny wave and an awkward smile. buck looks like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and returns the nicety before bolting out the door. hen notices and looks back, processing something in her head. she smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

then buck shows up at the hospital later in his civvies, rubbing his hands together.

"hey!" adam says just a little too loudly, cringing.

buck jumps a little, like a scared deer, adam absolutely does not think it's the cutest thing in the world.

"uh, h-hi." buck is still whining his hands together.

"adam! sorry, i don't know if i ever gave you my name or if you remember-"

"i do." buck smiles, "yeah, i remember."

"good." and then he just stands like an idiot for reasons he cannot grasp before remembering he should probably speak now, "are you visiting someone?"

"do you remember that kid from earlier? the one had the um-"

"the kid that got hate-crimed? yeah i remember. he's stable now. he had a rough night, but he'll pull through."

buck visibly releases a weight off himself, "oh, good. i just wanted to check in on him. i don't know, it was a rough call, it was driving me crazy not knowing."

adam put down his clipboard, nodding, "yeah, i mean, that stuff definitely hits home for me, for sure."

"it doesn't for me," buck says and oh, shit, i guess he's not queer, fuck did i read this wrong, "i mean! like- when i came out, i had so many people that cared about me. my sister, my-well- my dad, my best friend, my boyf-" buck cuts himself off and deflates again, "sorry. i just hated the idea that he didn't have that, you know?"

"no, i get it, don't apologize. that's-thats really sweet. visiting hours are almost over but i can see if he's up for it, okay?"

bucks nods, and maybe adam is a fool with a dumb little crush but he swears he blushes a little. he feels his heart bursting a little about it. he came back to this kid, felt the need to check in and ask about him, because he didn't have something that he did.

"pull it together," he whispers to himself as he walks away.

buck keeps coming back, too. visiting the kid as often as possible, playing cards, and giving him fun facts from some documentaries he's watched. adam perks up whenever he hears one that he's watched. he lets it slip that he watched the same one, went on the same wikipedia binge. buck does that smile softly and look away like you're about to throw thing he does. adam occasionally joins in on the conversation whenever he gets a free moment. and then eventually, the kid gets discharged and buck is there to see him off. it turns out he has an aunt out in texas that's far more accepting than his folks here. he swears he sees buck tear up a little as he walks out the door, waving back at both of them.

and adam fully expects buck to go back to being a first responder he sees a few times a week and exchanging awkward, stolen glances.

but he doesn't stop coming. buck shows up the next day with two coffees in his hand. adam waves at him and buck breathes like he's psyching himself up and walks over.

"you said you liked chai lattes, so, um, i figured-i figured you would-"

"thanks!" adam decides to put him out of his misery, "are you visiting someone?"

buck ducks his head and scratches his neck, his smile looking less tortured, "hopefully, if you were free, you."

"i was about to go on my first break, if you wanted to go for a bit of a walk." adam suggests.

"that sounds great." buck clears his throat.

"great, gimme just a second, alright?" he walks away and hears buck mutter what he thinks, "i used to be better at this."

a few weeks pass by like that. buck hovering just on the outskirts of his life, very careful not to step too far in, but still present in a way that drives him crazy. he can't stop thinking about him but he only gets him for fifteen minutes now.

"do you wanna go out for dinner sometime?" adam asks, trying to sound as casual as possible.

buck gasps, like audibly, like a woman fainting after meeting the beatles, "i-uh, i should probably get back, sorry."

oh, he watches him go. and then stop in his tracks. and then turn back around, "can i get your number actually? or instagram or something?"

trying to contain his excitement, he nods, because of course he nods. when a hot, sweet as fuck, puppy dog eyed firefighter offers you their phone number, it's a crime to say no.

eventually, they do end up on a date- or at least he thinks it's a date. he can't be sure. the wine certainly feels date-eske but he really can't be sure because buck is barely looking at him in the eyes. he picked his very best "possibly a date" outfit and went in with low expectations for anything other than a really pleasant, really awkward evening. he decides though that if he gets to spend it with buck, it feels worth the awkward tension. especially because sometimes, he can coax him out of it and he looks so- vulnerable, an open wound. he's like a starry sky that hides behind a cloudy night.

adam doesn't remember what he says but eventually they start talking about things that should probably be save for the 40th date, not the maybe, jury's still out first.

but adam definitely knows he says, "you seem like you've been hurt." because the moment he does, he wants to punch himself in the face after buck gets this horrified expression like adam just said he likes kicking dogs in his spare time.

then, the moment passes, and he clicks his tongue, "i used to be better at hiding it."

"it seems like maybe it's a good thing you don't."

buck shakes his head, "i also used to be better at this," he gestures between them, "dating, flirting, having a crush," which does get buck to smile and adam gets to see that twinkle in his eyes again.

"oh okay, so this is a date, noted. and- you're not terrible at it, it's pretty adorable, actually. and i'm hardly one to judge. i'm very familiar with hurt."

buck keeps smiling, "well, my hurt is a 40 year old firefighter-pilot who broke up with me a year ago, so- i don't know how familiar you are with that kind of hurt."

"oh, i am all too familiar with that kind of hurt. does this hurt have a name?"

buck sucks in a breath, adam gets the sense that he hasn't said it in a while, "tommy. tommy kinard."

adam feels like buck is cracked open right now, "are you not ready to move on yet? cause, i'm okay with just being friends!"

"i really don't want to."

"be friends? damn, okay-"

buck puts on a hand on his for a second and adam's heart flutters, "no, i don't want to be just friends. tommy was- well, i loved him. i mean, i-"

"still do?"

"god, i'm really cursed to fuck up first dates, aren't i?"

"it's okay. i mean, i like you. i've liked you for a while, you know? and i've had my own tommy, the one that got away, one i'll never stop loving. i think-" it hurts to think about but he knows it would hurt more to forget about it, "i think what our tommys have in common is that we never let them go, or stop loving them, but we-" he sighs, thinking about his own heartbreak, his own first love, his own missed connection, "we take the love we have for them and we can let it grow into love for others too."

bucks bites his cheek. adam briefly wonders if the inside of his mouth is scarred of all the biting, "i guess i'm scared of giving him up. like if i stop thinking about it or if i like someone else, he'll disappear and everything we had will just- vanish," he chokes out.

adam hums, "it won't. that's the great thing about tommys, right? they stay with you, you never stop feeling that love. you just- build on it and give it to the next person."

buck has tears in his eyes now, adam thinks he might too, but god he's looking at such a beautiful man, with such a big heart and he can't help but thank whoever tommy is for giving him so much love that he's overflowing with it.

"sorry-"

"don't apologize, this got heavy really quick and we're only half way through the bottle of wine," they both laugh into their glasses.

"i guess i'm a little- hurt, like you said."

"i'm a nurse, buck, i kind of specialize in hurt. and if you're willing to try, i'd like another date, one that i actually know is a date beforehand."

buck really does blush this time, "i can do that."

buck leans in and kisses him on the cheek on the way out, oh god, he's a gentleman too, i'm so screwed.

down the line, when they're celebrating their engagement in the same park they used to walk through on adam's breaks, he thinks to himself, not for the first time, oh, tommy kinard, wherever you are, whoever you're with, thank you for loving our man, and thank you for letting me love him just as much.

[milolovesbmc]

Spanish Production Boyf Riends (Nov ios)!!!!

I had to draw them because the Spanish production deserves at least a tiny amount of love, even if it's unofficial!! So there goes!!

[starrypen]

⋇⊶⊰ BY(E) THE BOOK ⊱⊷⋇

pairing: boyf!jeonghyeon x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: jeonghyeon is curious about the book you’ve been breathing heavily over for the past 10 minutes. once he gets his hands on it, he understands why, and must find a way to prove to you that he’s just as good as fiction. it’s a shame your fun gets cut short.

warnings: quotes are taken from the spanish love deception, pet names, fingering, reader “tastes” herself, power play, cut short.

a/n: the lack of jeonghyeon smut is driving me insane, i had to write one for myself

attempting to pry the book out of your hands, jeonghyeon grabbed it by the spine, a devilish smile on his face.

“why won’t you let me see?” he complained, almost pouting, “if it’s not that bad, why won’t you let me read it?” he repeated.

“because,” you removed your thumbs one at a time from the pages they were trapped between, “it’s private!”

“i could go and pick this one up from the bookstore in town,” he laughed, refusing to let go.

“don’t you have a meeting soon?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“in fifteen minutes,” it didn’t work, his grip becoming stronger.

you sighed, maybe even grunted, in frustration. the book slipped through your sweaty hand and was suddenly at the sole discretion of your boyfriend. his slender fingers located the magnetic bookmark at the top of the book and quickly opened it to the page. you wanted to escape but you knew you’d have to face the consequences at some point.

““i should lay you there and fuck you deep and slow”” he quoted, a slight bit of judgement to his reading. “i didn’t realise books could be so… horny,” he looked at you for confirmation before reading on. ““i felt his hard length against my ass” seriously?” he asked, looking at you once again, this time closing the book and tossing it to the end of the bed. he took in your response, you shifted a little and averted your eyes, he expected no different. “do you enjoy that?” he asked, a little too casually for you to even consider lying to him.

“it’s not the best literature in the world, but yes,” you rolled your eyes, not that he could see. “please don’t make this weirder than it already is by asking me anything else” you sighed a second time, turning over to face him, hoping your pleading eyes would convince him.

“there’s a lot i want to know… but…” you raised a brow as he spoke, “but let me ask just one more question.”

you nodded apprehensively. you knew by his tone that is was nothing too embarrassing.

“do you ever read it wishing it was you?” he asks.

you furrow your brows and jolt your head back, as if he’d just sneezed in your face.

“i mean, even if they are just two fictional characters, it’s still kinda hot, no?” he pressed, “and i know it was turning you on.”

suddenly, you felt tiny under his gaze. you wanted to touch yourself, even just thinking about the book, and maybe how jeonghyeon could treat you just like the guy in the book does.

“am i right, angel?” he asked, his arm coming over you and pinning you under it.

you hummed sheepishly.

“show me,” his lips met yours, brushing against your own as he spoke again, “show me how turned on it made you.” his hand now caressed your side, still holding you to the bed.

you nodded, only wanting to please him, “how?”

he took his hand from your side and grabbed yours, guiding it to your shorts. you took them off without giving it any second thought, your panties coming off too.

“can i touch you?” he asked, as if he hadn’t made you feel good thousands of times before.

“please,” you begged.

the coldness of his hand fingers hit your core, or maybe it was overwhelming pleasure from the feeling of his slender digits against your pussy.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” he seemed to rush to kiss you again, leaning in quickly only to bring his fingers to your lips instead. he traced over them before you let him put them in your mouth, tasting your own wetness. and as soon as he romoved them, he’d replaced them with his tongue, wanting to taste you just as much as you had. meanwhile, his fingers worked your pussy, teasing your clit and occasionally slipping one finger inside of you as he kissed you.

by the feeling of his hardening cock against your thigh, you knew jeonghyeon was getting far too into this for someone who had to be out of the house in a few minutes. with your hands at his shoulders, you pushed him away from you.

“haven’t you got a meeting to be at?” you giggled, the boy already stripping himself of the t-shirt he’d only just put on. you sat up, running your fingernail down his chiselled torso. “hmm?” you probed.

he threw his hand back and groaned, supporting himself with his hands. “you’re right, but i know i won’t be able to stop thinking about you the whole time.”

you heard the boy rambling, but you couldn’t help yourself. your lips pressed against the bare skin on his chest. he looked down at you, scoffing at your selfishness but not once complaining. you created a pattern with your kisses, leading you down, over his abs.

“i really need to go,” he moaned, despite not making an effort to move from under your lips.

they teased at jeonghyeon’s navel, his head falling back in both pleasure and anticipation.

“fuck,” you heard him moan under his breath.

you smiled against his torso before continuing the trail of kissing, down, almost reaching his waistband, when you felt his hand gently caress your hair. you look up towards him, his eyes meeting yours unexpectedly. it was like a heavy blow of lust, combined with the perfect amount of love and adoration.

“angel,” you sat up again upon hearing the pet name, “you know i love you, but can we finish this later?” he asked, defeated by the timing.

“fine,” you rolled your eyes with an understanding smile as you watched your boyfriend put his shirt on again.

he stretched his legs over the bed before sorting himself out in front of the long length mirror, throwing his bag over his head. “oh,” he turned, “and i’ll be taking this with me,” he picked up the book he’d dismissed a few moments ago and slipped it into his bag, “can’t have you getting turned on by a man that isn’t me!”

[werepuppy-steve]

wayne takes him hunting one season and while eddie doesn’t particularly enjoy waking up before the sun and bundling himself in camouflage and traffic cone orange on a saturday, he does enjoy a good homecooked meal made with meat you hunted yourself. makes him feel good about what’s going into his body (though you’ll never hear him pass up burger king, especially if someone else is paying.)

eddie’s got himself a hefty prize pile going in the sled they brought, made up of smaller game.

(he’s only a little disappointed it isn’t deer season.)

wayne’s grumpy about it and says eddie’s got an advantage because of his age and his eyesight being better. normally, they’d be in the woods from sunup to sundown, but wayne’s gotta work the next day, a rare day shift, so they call it quits around three pm. wayne gets his last shot in and he goes to pick the animal up, lamenting the lack of a retriever dog as his knees crack and pop, when he hears a rustling in a nearby tree trunk.

ah shit.

a tiny, furry grey head pops up and wayne doesn’t figure it’s old enough to fend for itself yet. he motions for eddie with a flick of his fingers and puts them to his lips. he drops the body in the sled as eddie scruffs the raccoon kit and lifts it from the tree so it doesn’t put up a fight and scratch or bite him. they’re strapped for cash enough as it is and rabies shots are expensive.

“what do we do with it?” he asks, holding the thing up to eye level. it can’t be more than a couple months old, still completely dependent on its mother for survival.

wayne sighs and starts packing their gear. “got a buddy who works at the rehab center. we’ll take it there and see if they can do anything.”

the drive there, eddie keeps the little thing tucked into his coat. the middle of january still brings cold snaps and snow and the animal is shaking despite its thick winter fur. eddie thinks it’s kind of cute.

they were right about the raccoon’s age; around three months, wayne’s buddy estimates from her weight. she’s a female, which delights eddie for a reason he can’t explain. after she’s got her shots, he tells them that, legally, they need a permit to keep her, but since he and wayne go back a ways, he can let a few things slide.

so they go home and dig out an old cage to keep her in until she stops growling and hissing at them when they get close to her. she lives off a diet of eggs mixed in milk and has to be bottle fed. it’s eddie’s favorite part of the day because he gets to hold her and he thinks she’s getting used to it because she stops trying to squirm out of his arms and doesn’t bite him as often. (there's a photo on the fridge of eddie covered in ban-aids and holding her in one arm, giving the camera a thumbs up with the other, a giant grin on his face. 'progress!' is written on the bottom.)

he calls in a favor to nancy and asks if her mom has any of holly’s baby clothes and she is rightfully curious.

“it’s for a raccoon.”

“….right.”

he dresses her up and thankfully, nancy brings diapers (he doesn’t ask how awkward that particular shopping trip was) because the baby has started treating the trailer like her bathroom and wayne’s already threatened to throw her back out into the woods if he has to clean up another mess. so she walks around the place in her little onesie and diaper like the little trailer park princess she is and everyone knows who she belongs to. max has already claimed the spot for cool aunt.

eddie has to stop himself from buying a secondhand stroller.

unfortunately, he's spent the last couple weeks so caught up in the thrill of being a single parent, he forgets that he’s not actually single at all.

steve pulls into the trailer park on a cold, cloudy day and before he can even get a foot out the car, he’s greeted by a raccoon wearing a pastel pink onesie with white lace frills that’s clearly meant for a human baby. he blinks down at it, visibly confused, and looks around to see where it came from.

the trailer door suddenly opens and his boyfriend is yelling with all the energy of an exasperated parent, hands on his hips and a dish rag thrown over one shoulder, a baby bottle in one hand,

“jezebel munson, you get your furry lil hind end back inside this trailer right now!”

as if the raccoon understood, it toddles toward the porch steps and eddie moves aside to let it pass, pointing inside. “straight to the couch, little missy!”

steve slowly follows behind her and stops at the last step, watching as the animal climbs a jerry-rigged set of steps next to the couch.

“eddie. what the hell.”

eddie turns to grin down at him, hands still on his hips. "we're parents now, stevie! meet your daughter, jezebel.”

steve can only sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose before accepting his fate and going inside for father daughter bonding time.

🥐☕💕 buy me a coffee

[tsususumi]

Tiny Kichi ft. my boyf's hand

[cafulur]

(Boyf riends) First Meet/College AU

I have been writing up this au for a while and decided to finally share a few bits, please let me know if you’d like to hear more!! ♡

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- Jeremy and Michael have never met before and are attending the same university for their freshman year.

- Michael had come to terms with his queer sexuality during high school, but Jeremy hasn’t thought too hard about it, always considering himself mostly straight with the occasional fictional male crush.

- Jeremy didn’t deal with the SQUIP situation in high school, but he definitely had a massive falling out drama with all the popular theatre kids. Christine has been a constant best friend for him through it all. He’s had his ups and downs, but came out of the drama more comfortable with himself and the world around him. He doesn’t know anyone at this university but is excited to maybe make some new friends.

- Jeremy gets invited to a house party by his roommate who is friendly, so friendly, wants everyone to join in and shotgun a beer together, like a Rich energy. Omg. Rich is Jeremy’s roommate. 😭💛

- They go to this party and there’s probably 12-13 people there, one of which includes Michael who got dragged along by his roommate— WAIT what if Rich is Michael’s roommate instead and Jake is Jeremy’s?

- After some serious contemplation, Rich is Michael’s roommate and Jake is Jeremy’s. Jeremy doesn’t need much convincing to go to a party, so Jake energy is enough. Michael needs the convincing. All the convincing. He needs Rich for these additional friendships to thrive lmao.

- Jake ends up introducing all of them while hanging in the kitchen with Rich. Michael thinks Jeremy is cute but Jeremy at first isn’t quite sure what he feels for Michael. He just knows he’s super cool and finds himself strangely thinking about him even after they part.

- Maybe the week after the party while in class or something Michael’s face or laugh pops up in Jeremy’s head, and he just thinks man I’d wanna be near that dude again and maybe be actual friends. Casually mentions to Jake that he had fun and they should do a smaller, more casual get together. It’s really sweet, they all get takeout/fast food and watch some fucked up underfunded film. Michael and Jeremy sit side by side, and while Jer is engrossed, Michael finds himself sneaking glances throughout the movie to catch Jeremy’s expressive reaction.

- Rich, Jake, Jeremy and Michael stop by a 7/11 for gas and snacks one night. On the way out, Michael holds the door open for Jeremy who lagged behind the group while trying to open a blind box he just bought. Michael asks him what figure he got and revels in Jeremy’s excitement when he shows him a tiny frog with a bicycle helmet on.

- { Prior to their little moment, an attentive Michael waves Rich on ahead, simply saying “Jeremy’s still in line.” as his reason for staying behind. Rich watches from the gas pump he parked next to as Michael leans against a faded poster covered glass window and waits for Jeremy. He watches him proceed to hold the door open for a completely oblivious Jeremy, far too absorbed in the secrets he’s about to unfold with his blind box. Rich thinks hm. Hm. interesting. }

- Jeremy gushes about his prize later at the table of the Waffle House: “I got a skater frog!”

Rich squints, skeptical. “Where’s his skateboard?”

Jeremy looks around the table for a worthy substitution, going for a spoon from the silverware pile and perching the figure on top. “Currently M.I.A. but he’s got a helmet on so I assume some skating is happening.”

Rich laughs as Jeremy scoots the little amphibian across the table atop his silly new ship. “Skaters don’t wear helmets bro, he’s probably a cyclist or something.”

Jeremy protests, making the frog do a sick spoon flip. “Nah you don’t get it, he’s just a skater that cares about his life!”

Rich supports his cheek with his fist and sips his milkshake, watching Jeremy scoot the little dude across the table. “Laaaame!”

… Michael falls a little.