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hiiiii dylan 💛 OKAY. #24 is lace/leather/lingerie and i have it marked down for salbucktommy because like...three of them. three types of materials. the math is very much mathing. here's uhhh literally everything i have so far lol

"What do you think?" Tommy asks, cocking a hip. Privately, Sal thinks Evan is good for Tommy. It's been a year since they reconnected, six months since Evan and Tommy invited Sal into their bed, and three since they sat him down and told him they weren't just trying to fuck him. Sal still sometimes struggles to reconcile this happy, good-humored, relaxed version of Tommy Kinard with the one he used to know. Instead of saying any of that, he plucks at one of the white lace straps curving over Tommy's shoulder and says,"I think you look very pretty. I think I'm glad you're such a pushover for the kid." Tommy rolls his eyes in an attempt to hide how pleased he is and says, "Like you're any better." "Excuse you," Sal says. "I talked him down from matching assless chaps to go with this thing." "I may never forgive you," Tommy says very sincerely, hooking his finger into the ring of Sal's harness and tugging hard to pull him closer.

thank you! #27 is saltommy and feminisation and you get 118 words (ha!) of the 378 i wrote (this one sparks joy, apparently)

Sal recaps the lipstick with a flourish and tilts his head to examine his handiwork. He doesn't know any more about makeup than the average guy who grew up with sisters and has dated a handful of women long enough to be privy to their morning routines, but with a combination of a few sneakily watched YouTube tutorials and beginners luck, he thinks he did pretty good for a first try. "You look so pretty, sweetheart," he says, and Tommy flushes red under the pinker-toned blusher Sal had swept over his cheekbones. "Aw, don't be shy," Sal coos, tilting Tommy's chin up to make eye contact with him. "I mean it. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

hiiii hello, so i have plain ol' bt planned for 20, so you get 187 words for the i wrote for #22, sharing

"Why don't you thank my friend for me, baby?" Tommy asks, and it hits like a drag on a blunt, leaving Buck instantly, delightfully dizzy. Buck sucks in a breath and looks from Tommy to Sal. They both look perfectly relaxed, like it's the most normal thing in the world for Tommy to oh-so-casually tell Buck to do this. They're both calm, waiting. Buck is so turned on he thinks he might die. He has to swallow twice against the dryness of his throat before he's able to get out, "Thank you for bringing beers for Tommy. Can I take them for you?" "Sure, kid," Sal says easily, holding them out. He doesn't let go when Buck reaches for them, just looks at him expectantly, chin lifted in challenge. Buck swallows again, glances over at where Tommy's watching him expectantly, and leans forward to press a kiss to Sal's mouth. It's the first one, so he means to keep it brief, even vaguely innocent. Sal has other ideas though, using his free hand to catch hold of the back of Buck's neck, deepening the kiss with ease.

🫡 - here's 91 words of the 220 i wrote for #5, cloning/selfcest

"Whoa," Buck's younger self says, his eyes wide. "I got big." Buck is very aware when he's being checked out, even if he isn't quite sure whether this counts. Because the thing is, he remembers looking at guys like that when he was this age. He also remembers having no clue that's what he was doing. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Kid…" "What do you lift? Wait, what do you do?" Buck sighs again. "I don't know if I should tell you. What if it changes something?"

love you, byyyeee 💖💖

ohhh this is TOO perfect. so #27 is earmarked for something else, and the nearest bt prompt is #29, quickie and well, GUESS WHERE THE QUICKIE TAKES PLACE!! here's all of the 153 words i wrote. (i am so glad the wedding was fun! we love love!)

"Hey," Evan says, wiping his thumbs under Tommy's eyes, his smile the most beautiful thing Tommy's ever seen. "Baby, come on, you have gotta stop crying before the photos. It's gonna look like you were forced into this at gunpoint." "I know," Tommy manages, deeply embarrassed at how soggy his voice is. "I can't—I can't believe you married me." "Well, I said I was gonna," Evan points out reasonably and Tommy hiccups a laugh, pulling Evan into the world's most awkwardly angled hug, trying desperately not to get tears and snot all over his nice suit. "God. Sorry. I can't believe I'm being this much of a mess within the annulment window," Tommy jokes. Evan pulls back enough to glare at him, trying and failing to keep the fondness out of it. "Way too soon." "Sorry." "Hey," Evan says, with a glance towards the door. "You know what always calms you down?"

thank yooou! here's all 144 words i wrote for #20, painplay, featuring masochist tommy and baby sadist buck.

It's not something Tommy could ever be disappointed about, because Evan is trying so hard, but it's nowhere near what he wants. What he needs. "How was that?" Evan asks, rubbing his palm gently back and forth over the place on Tommy's thigh he'd slapped. It barely tingles. "I'm gonna need it harder than that," Tommy tells him. "How much harder?" Tommy thinks for a moment. Evan's pretty open about sex. Pretty adventurous. He's also a complete sweetheart, so Tommy's not sure how well, I want you to put on your work boots and grind the toe into my dick until I can't speak for crying will go over. "A lot harder," he says. "Like you want to hurt me." And then, because Evan's nothing if not eager to please, he tacks on, "Like you want to make me feel really, really good, baby."

🫡 this is for #23 caught in the act. also for reference this is post breakup so there is also The Buck Of It All. anyway! here's 159 words of the 253 i wrote.

There's no way to explain this. There's no way it looks like anything other than what it is: Eddie, amped up and bruised from their sparring session, one hand shoved down the front of his shorts, the other holding Tommy's discarded, sweat-soaked shirt to his face. Tommy crosses his arms over his bare chest and raises his eyebrows. "Well," he says. "Don't stop on my account." "I, uh—I don't…" Eddie manages to lower the hand holding Tommy's shirt, but he can't quite unclench his fingers from the death grip they have on it. Tommy takes a step closer, his eyes flickering back and forth across Eddie's body, lingering on where he hasn't quite managed to loosen the grip he has on his cock. Eddie doesn't dare to look down and get an idea of how much Tommy can see. He wonders if Tommy used to make Buck feel like this: Stalked. Pinned. Desperate. "Diaz. Finish what you started."

thanks, anon! #15 is not bt so you get 159 words of the nearest bt prompt - day 14, roleplay

Evan's obviously trying so hard not to laugh and Tommy hides his own smile by looking down at the engine and doing his best impression of the long, whistling inhale of a mechanic seeing dollar signs. "I could probably do you a patch up in about ten minutes," he says. "But I wouldn't bet on getting more than 50 miles out of it before it goes again." "Oh, jeez," Evan says, wide eyed and entirely unconvincing. "I'm meant to be in Sacramento tomorrow morning." "If you wanna pull into my garage, I can take a proper look." Evan bites his lip, bats his lashes. "I don't have much money on me, mister. I don't know how I'll be able to pay you back." Tommy thinks maybe he's a more convincing actor than he gives himself credit for because when he does a deliberately slow up-down-back up glance over Evan's body, his giggles die immediately. "We can work something out."

For the Kinktober game, can I have some SalTommy with the number 4?

Thank you ❤️

hi pal! #4 is earmarked for another pairing so i found the closest saltommy one which is #10, gentle sex. here's 85 words of the 168 i wrote

"Sal," Tommy says, his voice managing to wobble even just on the single syllable. "What—what are you—" "Let me," Sal says, too desperate and terrified and flooded with leftover unnecessary adrenaline to pretend he isn't begging. "Please. Please just…fucking let me, okay? Tommy—god—I thought you were…" Dead. He thought Tommy was dead and that all he'd have left was memories of hasty, rough fucking around. That he wouldn't have a single memory of being sweet for Tommy to keep him warm.

...alright it's 6

...as long as it's some combination of Buck, Sal, and/or Tommy. If it's not, then go by the pairings plz?

i am shocked. SHOCKED, i tell you.

good call, #6 is salbucktommy and you get every one of the 152 words i wrote for the prompt held down (we'll get there, i promise)

When Buck had finally worked out what he wanted (Tommy) and worked up the nerve to do something about it (show up on his doorstep at eight in the morning), he didn't know what to expect. It hadn't been for the door to be opened by a handsome, shirtless man who was decidedly not Tommy, but who did look vaguely familiar from somewhere or other. The guy had looked Buck up and down, huffed out a breath, rubbed a hand over his stubbled jaw and said, "oh boy," before turning his head to call back into the house, "hey babe, you've got a visitor." Buck had turned on his heel, fully intending to flee, only for the guy — Captain Deluca, his brain unhelpfully supplied — to reach out and snag a handful of the back of his shirt. "No you don't," he'd said, resolute and undeniable over the sound of Tommy's approaching footsteps.

May I send you uh….. 18? For the make me write!

hiiii hj, my love 💛 you get 95 words of the 173 i wrote for bucktommy and deepthroating

"Comfortable?" Tommy asks. Buck's not sure comfortable is the word for it. He feels like he's vibrating, like there's a low-level current zipping and zapping over every nerve in his body. He nods anyway, settling back closer against Tommy's chest, between the cradle of his thighs. He can feel the pleasantly rough material of Tommy's flannel shirt rubbing against his bare back, and the contrast makes him flush red, remembering the way Tommy had plucked at the t-shirt Buck had been wearing and said, you should take this off. You're going to make a mess.

gonna try real real hard to do something for each day!

in the mood for something random? send me a number between 1 and 31 and i'll write at least 100 words for that day's prompt and share a lil bit.

howdy, gang. i have been mia for a few days in which time i have been tagged for wip stuff by @corporatebanana, @sierranovembr, @devirnis, @owlgirl495 and @bidisasterevankinard. thank you, loves. tagging you back for next time along with @thecarrott, @capitalnineteen, and @sad-girl-hours23

this is a little bit of another saltommy kinktober fic, with the basic premise of: what if you accidentally had phone sex with your straight friend? lol, and indeed lmao, this is incredibly normal and tommy feels fine about it.

"You know that feeling," Sal says, his voice low and distracting and right in Tommy's ear. "When you just gotta fuck. When it feels like it's been fuckin' years since you got touched the right way."

"Uh-huh," Tommy says, his throat dry. He does know that feeling. Kind of. He's not sure if the hasty no-eye-contact handies he exchanged with Alvarez in basic, or the time he got wasted and blew a guy extremely poorly in a club bathroom about five years ago counts as in the right way, but he does, theoretically, know that feeling.

"Wait," Sal says, suddenly sounding a lot more awake, and Tommy's stomach swoops in dread because he knows that tone. Sal might be in his phone as Dumbass #1, but the sneaky little fucker is dangerously insightful and observant when he wants to be. "Kinard, are you watching porn?"

"Not…right now," Tommy says.

Sal laughs like it's the best thing ever. "And there's you making me feel like I'm the only sad sack, horny bastard on this call."

"Man, shut up," Tommy grumbles, annoyingly aware that his dick has not flagged at all.

"Whatcha watching?" Sal asks.