#where you even aware 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

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Did you know. That even the hardest of hearts unhardened suddenly when he saw her there. Were you even aware.

[lemonzestywrites]

Hello! I’m glad you’re feeling better about writing!

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haha you and be both friend!!

i know ive talked about two of these already but a little lesson in self-control is essentially where buck is being a brat and tommy decides to teach him so patience while giving eddie a course in deepthroating 101 (two birds one stone!)

and priest fic is....honestly what you expect it'll be

(nsfw under the cut!!)

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Here’s the thing. He knows he deserves this, deep down. Tommy’s not a particularly rough or mean dom unprompted; he’s actually so fucking soft and caring most of the time it makes Buck’s teeth hurt, really.  But Tommy, in or out of a scene, also really cares about order, which, for the most part, Buck and Eddie have no problems with. Except for the days where Buck gets that itch—deep and hungry under his skin that craves and craves and craves.

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Tommy had thought beforehand that this was all going to take a while for him to get used to, to sink in properly to this headspace he hasn’t touched in years. But it happens so immediately.  The second the leather touches his skin, there’s a string inside of him that feels severed in half, the last thing holding his composure together. He lets out a deep breath, his muscles relaxing slowly but surely as gentle hands fasten the buckle of his collar.  His collar. No one else's.

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A small smile curls at the edge of Tommy’s lips, not warm or particularly excited, but something else entirely. It’s dark, hungry even. A hand reaches out, gently tucking a finger under Eddie’s chin to draw up even further until Eddie’s posture is perfectly straight, his back aching from the position, something Tommy very much notes. “Poor thing. I could only imagine the kind of pain you’ve been in…�� he coos with some resemblance of sympathy with none of the warmth attached. But Eddie doesn’t even care; here, it feels like it heightens everything tenfold.

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The thing about having a partner know you so intimately and innately as Tommy does is that there’s not an inch of Eddie’s soul and body that his boyfriends aren’t so tuned into and aware of, and any other time Eddie would find the thought endearing. But now it’s driving him fucking insane. Because Tommy is fucking calculated in the way he fingers Eddie open, his thick fingers prying him open with just enough care to make sure he’s good and stretched but still so dutifully avoiding his prostate at the same time. His back arches, trying to lean into the touch as far as he can, chasing the stimulation, cock aching for that last little bit he craves so badly. The sound of depraved, loud whines echoes out through the rest of the loft, dripping in needy desire. Through the haze of his own building pleasure, Eddie finds just enough clarity to realize that the sounds are actually coming from him.