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omg thank you for getting me to dust off this wip!!! as a reminder for anyone else, this is bucktommy truth/sex pollen fic where they gotta FUCK and can't help but tell the TRUTH. i left it to percolate, the direction i was going wasn't feeling right, and idk if this will stay, but:

Tommy groans, grinding into Evan. "Yeah?" That yawning pit inside of him, the part of him that's always wanted to mean something to someone, isn't feeling so endless anymore. "I — Evan. I want you all the time. I can't get enough of you. I need — I need you, and it's terrifying." "You think I'm not scared? I've never loved anyone like I love you." Evan admits, fingers carding through Tommy's sweaty curls. Heartbeat stuttering, Tommy freezes. A quiet, weak, "Love?" tumbles out his mouth. Evan's brows scrunch. "Of course," he says clearly, confidently, like it's obvious. Then, hesitating, "I — I love you. Why didn't I tell you?" "I don't know, you tell me." Tommy's voice sounds hoarse. His hands on Evan's hips twitch. Was it shame? Fear? Revulsion? Evan's eyebrows draw closer together. "I don't know, either. Oh, no." Grimacing in pain, Evan shakes his head. "I think I wanted you to say it first."

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as thanks for helping me work on my big bang piece, sylvie @winter-parrot also gets a drabble:

Tommy hums under his breath, stopping when the kettle clicks off. He pours the hot water over the leaves in the chipped mug that Evan refuses to throw away. The sun streams through the living room window as Tommy steps through the doorway, careful to keep the mug upright. He puts it on the coffee table in front of the pile of blankets that houses Evan. Blinking at the mug, Evan asks, "Earl Grey?" Tommy nods. "What did I do to get this?" There's a teasing note to Evan's voice, but Tommy is genuine when he says, "Just being you."

make me write! and maybe you'll get a drabble too!

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I will most certainly not regret this right? (I'm scared)

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~wee-fuckin-woo 💖

:) hiiiii dylan we're getting to the meat of it now

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Turnabout's fair play, Tommy figures. His hands tighten on Evan's hips, and he asks, "That morning, you said you don't have to have feelings for everyone you sleep with. Why did you say that?" Evan shakes his head. "Because I don't. It's just fucking. It doesn't have to mean anything. I don't have to like someone I'm fucking." "And do you like Eddie?" Tommy immediately regrets asking. He doesn't know if he wants to know. Evan's laugh is sharp, like glass digging in under Tommy's skin. "You would, you fucking would take advantage of this, you piece of shit." Again, it's just the sound of lube and skin for a moment before Evan shudders and groans, "I do like Eddie. Is that what you wanted to hear?" The tears that have been burning Tommy's eyes start to fall. Right, yeah. Tommy was never Evan's first choice. Why would he be anyone's first choice? Evan whines, shaking, and he gasps out, "Not like that. Not what I felt for you." Oh. Fuck. Tommy's about to pull out and crawl into a hole, pain from the stupid sex chemical be damned, when Evan bites out, "Motherfucker. Not what I feel for you."

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KATHY

...I need to catch up on things

But also

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chemmmyyyy no pressure to catch up ive been posting/writing a lot to escape the horrors SO! you got me to write 346 words for my big bang submission (which is a lot for meeeee its been fighting me)

and i also have for you a drabble from the sweetheart 'verse:

Tommy loves to leave hickeys on Buck's ink, biting and sucking whatever marked parts of Buck he can get his mouth on, and it's finally been long enough that Buck feels comfortable giving Tommy carte blanche with his newest one. Teeth scraping over the tattoo, a pair of wings in flight, on his chest, Tommy looks up at Buck with a smile. He presses his lips, feather soft, over Buck's heart, and Buck can't help but wonder if Tommy can feel it skip a beat. "Love you," Buck whispers, running a hand through Tommy's greying curls. "Love you, too, sweetheart."

make me write and maybe you, too, will get a drabble of your specifications!

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💊 x 20 or yknow wjatever i am capable of being extremely normal about this one

LEASHY thank youuuu i sat down for a sprint for this and realized it was 99% done so for your snippet you get the intro which has been done for a while but what i was working on is a lil spoilers (there is a small plot to this WHAT) also!! that means this fic will be posted on friday probably!!

under the cut for length and NSFW, warning for crossdressing for sex reasons but not really? any feminization and daddy kink

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Buck's been sleeping weird since he broke up with Natalia. It happens every time he's freshly single — it seems like Buck wasn't built to sleep alone. He's gotten used to catching as much sleep as he can at the firehouse, so he's fine on shift, but his days off are a problem. He's groggy enough in the mornings that it was only a matter of time until he made some stupid mistake. He just wishes the mistake wasn't taking a double dose of his Adderall, since he always seems to have some… interesting side effects when he does that. The first time he accidentally took a second pill, it made him watch so much porn his dick started to chafe, and he's pretty sure he wore a hole in his pocket pussy. The thing is, in the depths of a porn tornado, sometimes some weird shit comes up. It's unavoidable, really, that Buck accidentally came to a dude getting fucked in the ass. He didn't realize it was a dude until it was too late, is all. He didn't realize it was a dude the first time, at least. His porn tornado very quickly became a femboy porn tornado after that one video. But it's chill, it's not really gay; they're wearing skirts. And it was definitely an Adderall thing — he doesn't watch femboy porn anymore. Not often, at least. The second time he accidentally doubled his dose, he shaved himself smooth and fucked himself on his fingers for hours. Okay, fine, he also whined out a "Daddy" or two mid orgasm. And he ordered a skirt, stockings, and a crop top that would, in theory, fit him. So what? It's not like he used them. Well, he is wearing them this time, shaved smooth again, scrolling through Grindr while slowly stroking his dick. It's been hours and four guys since what he's mentally been calling his Adderall-induced gayness really took off, and he really hopes it wears off soon. He's starting to chafe again, he's tired of reapplying his makeup, and his thigh highs keep slipping down.

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📷📷📷 - xo cam. i can’t get over the names! it’s so good

hello cam!!! speaking of names am i really sticking with "The Edgerrr"? that was never meant to be permanent but a few people have said its funny so im tempted to keep it.

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Buck sobs out when Tommy's hand moves off his thigh, his hissed "yes" morphing to a mewled "no, please" when Tommy's hand moves up to play with his nipples again. The armrests of his chair creak from his grip tightening, Buck fighting not to just grab his cock and jerk himself off. Instead, he pants and moans as Tommy switches back and forth between his nipples, hand dipping down periodically to rub Buck's stomach, still deftly avoiding his cock. When Tommy finally trails a finger down the underside of Buck's cock, he can't help but groan, "Holy fuck, finally," smiling when Tommy can't hold back an amused little huff. Buck's smile drops when Tommy's hand only resumes its path up and down Buck's thighs, petting over Buck's stomach. "Motherfucker," Buck growls. Huffing, Buck lets his head fall back, and he shuts his eyes. He can feel himself twitch under Tommy's stroking hand, but he ignores it, ignores the itch under his skin telling him to just take his cock in hand and finish this, fuck Tommy's viewers.

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Love the angst in this one!!

Also: You are a treasure. Everything you write is just delicious!

hello!! 👋 thank you thank you wow im 😳 that so nice of you to say!!

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The only sounds for a while are the filthy squelches of the lube and the smacks of their hips meeting. Then, suddenly, Evan laughs. "Holy shit, I can finally know. Was it just an excuse, or did you really have a shift?" he asks, still facing forward. Tommy bites his lip, but his throat quickly begins to burn, heat crawling up from his stomach. "No," he bites out, hoping for relief. It doesn't come. Fuck. "Neither time. Didn't have one after our first kiss, either." The flames recede, and he sighs. The disgusted noise Evan makes is a punch to the gut. "Coward," is all he says, grinding back against Tommy.

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hi jessica!!! sorry i gave kris the juicy bit aka the part i wanted to write this whole fic for and you get the intro 😅 but!! thank you for the ask

Tommy slams on the brakes as soon as he sees the blur passing in front of his car, but it’s too late. There's a jolt, a loud thud, and the squeal of the tires as the car skids to a stop at the side of the road.  The car’s in park and Tommy’s out the door before he can blink. He looks back the way he came and sees the back half of a deer sticking out of the ditch, just visible in the twilight. “Fuck,” Tommy says, with spirit. “Merry fucking Christmas, Bambi,” he mutters as he jogs over to the animal.  Or not-quite-an-animal. Tommy skids to a stop when the top half of the deer pops up. It’s a man, mostly, except for the fuzzy antlers coming out of a head of soft brown curls and the sweater-clad torso transitioning to furry legs with hooves.  The deer-guy groans as he gets up on his… hooves. Dusting off his sweater, he finally notices Tommy and freezes. “Ah, sugar,” he curses. He goes to turn, and his ankle rolls. Deer-guy chokes back a scream, and Tommy finally snaps out of his daze, dashing forwards.

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