#Don't fucking look at me

[daydreamerwonderkid]

consider: dick in this outfit but blue

I did my best adslfjs;alkj;aga

[tboybuck]

i wrote this in like 15 minutes maybe? basically in the time it took babe to eat lunch. please enjoy.

733 words | rating: nc-17 | bucktommy

cw: spit kink, slapping, mention of choking, felching

There’s something about fucking Tommy that’s just… different from anybody else Buck has been with. Buck’s pretty sure it’s not just that Tommy’s a guy, though that might be a part of it. It’s just that Tommy gets Buck. He’s willing to try just about anything Buck is curious about. Not just willing but enthusiastically so. Buck’s been with some kinky women before (the cockring incident with Taylor immediately springs to mind), but he’d always been so nervous bringing kink into his relationships with women — even Taylor — in a way that he’s not with Tommy.

Even when they’re having completely, one hundred percent vanilla sex, Buck is comfortable asking for something a little out of left field from Tommy with the understanding that nine times out of ten, he is going to get exactly what he asked for, and then some.

Like now, with Buck flat on his back and Tommy’s hands pressing his knees as close to Buck’s ears as he can get them, pounding into him at a speed that might break the fucking sound barrier, Buck can ask for Tommy to bite him and he’ll latch on to Buck’s throat without a second thought. He can drag Tommy back by the hair and listen to him groan, feel his cock twitch where it’s buried deep, deep, deep in his hole, and Buck can say, “Spit in my mouth,” and watch Tommy’s eyes go dark.

At that request, Tommy relinquishes his hold on one of Buck’s knees, resting it on his shoulder instead, to grab Buck hard by the chin. He gives Buck a little squeeze here, just enough to force his mouth open, and as soon as Buck lets his mouth fall open and sticks his tongue out, Tommy does as he’s asked and spits.

“Fuck yeah,” Buck hears himself moan, the words thick around his mouthful of Tommy’s spit. “Fuck, Tommy, hit me.”

They’ve done this before, talked about it at length before the first time Buck even asked for it, but the shock of the slap still sends Buck reeling now as Tommy’s open palm connects with his cheek.

It’s tame, compared to all the other stuff Buck eventually wants to try with Tommy, but it’s better and rougher and sexier than anything he’s ever trusted any of the others with, and Buck could get used to it. That’s the thing. That’s the fucking thing. 

All those other times with those other women… it was always so tentative, so experimental. This is natural, this thing with Tommy, from the way they hold hands in the car to the way Tommy shoves his tongue deep into Buck’s hole sometimes, to even this — this begging to be hit and spit on and choked and tied up — that feels right and natural and easy. 

Tommy spits in his mouth again before dipping his head down and sucking his own spit right off of Buck’s tongue with a deep, guttural groan and a final thrust and hold as he empties himself into Buck’s body.

When he finishes, Tommy shimmies himself down Buck’s body, pressing his thighs up and apart to expose his hole.

“Oh, fuck,” Buck pants, “oh fuck oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuck.”

Tommy licks into him, seals his lips around Buck’s hole and sucks him clean like that as Buck squirms. Tommy’s hand wraps around Bucks throbbing dick and tugs, stroking him off in time with his tongue lapping and poking into him. Tommy moans, the vibrations shaking through Buck’s body, and that’s what does him in. He comes hard, soaking Tommy’s hand and his own stomach, his voice leaving him in a punched out kind of wheeze.

When it’s over, Tommy kisses him and Buck kisses back, tongue and all. They’re sweaty and dirty and Buck’s muscles are still sore from the long shift he just got home from before they’d fucked for an hour or so.

This is it. This is it for Buck. Tommy really is it for him and he doesn’t know where to put all this love that’s been building up inside him.

“Shower?” Tommy murmurs as Buck begins to drift off.

“Mmhmm,” Buck hums in confirmation. “Might have to carry me, though.”

Tommy pulls him up off the bed, but doesn’t carry him, muttering something under his breath about their ages or something, Buck’s not entirely sure. He’ll probably make it to the shower, though.

tag list: @dangerous-disposition, @patchworkgargoyle, @theheadlessphilosopher anyone else to wants to be added please lmk

[nic-coughlan]

eloise: 'you have been so angry with whistledown. what will you do?'

colin: 'there is a part of me that should like to march to her house with a pitchfork. and if you wished me to, i still would. but in truth, everything that has happened of late has softened me, i suppose.'

eloise: 'you mean everything with penelope.'

colin: 'i know you do not wish to hear it but it truly bewildering how quickly one person can become all that matters. my only concern is with her wellbeing and our future together.'

[invinciblerodent]

head in my fucking hands

[scaly-freaks]

There is a lust within me so violent.

[strebcr]

You know I've had some pretty bad 'hear me outs' in my years online

But this one gives me the most shame 😔

[gummy-axolotl]

I’ve come for revenge

i w h i m p e r e d

w h a t t h e f u c k

[yennefer]

when rysn is using the new fabrial to get around the ship on her own instead of having someone carry her and the crew raise their fists to her in solidarity bc they respect how hard she's trying

[voerman]

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[mikelogan]

Megan. Are you all right?

[danielpowell]

Gods she is so hot, I want to feel her make my teeth crooked with the sole of her boot

[yourbbygirlxo]

19. LECLERC +1:05.489

[by-ilmater]

i hope whichever writer at larian that wrote the bg3 party banter somewhere, somehow feels good about the fact that i'm impulse buying a perfume sample at 3am because of them 😩

[softly-n-sweetly]

cute little things like tucking you in bed and kissing your forehead and letting you suck on my tits while i slowly jerk you off until you cum all over my hand. and then fall asleep all happy n smiley.

[fingergunzz]

Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Masters of the Air (TV 2024) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gale "Buck" Cleven/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan Characters: Gale "Buck" Cleven, John Clarence "Bucky" Egan, Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal, Harry Crosby, John B. "Jack" Kidd, Ken Lemmons, Curtis Biddick Additional Tags: Period-Typical Homophobia, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, But also somehow, Canon Compliant, at least until the epilogue of episode 9, hand-wavey explanations of how old-timey technology works, anything I get wrong about the show is intentional canon divergence, not me not remembering, Bucky Has Self-Worth Issues, Buck can't handle his own feelings, until he can, no beta we die like curt, not a songfic, but not not a songfic, Canon-Typical Violence, the only thing more egregious than my comma use is my use italics, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Smut, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, thigh fucking, Fluff, Slow Burn, but they also bang in chapter one Summary:

Buck puts his hand on his shoulder and pushes him back down, "I think you've had enough tonight, Bucky. How 'bout we get some fresh air?"

Normally, his first instinct would be to drink _more_, just to be contrary, but not with Buck. He likes the undivided attention Buck gives him and the heavy feeling of his hand on his shoulder, so he'll do what Buck asks.

Bucky's head falls back against the booth as he smiles at Buck, "That's usually my line. You tryin' to get me alone, sweetheart?"

Buck huffs a laugh at the harmless flirtation, "Shoot, Bucky, you found me out."

Warmth starts to bloom from Bucky's chest, creeping up his neck and into his cheeks, his smile threatens to split his face. He hopes that Buck just thinks it's the alcohol, shit, _he_ hopes it's just the alcohol.

Or:

I lost my damn mind and did a cannon rewrite from Bucky's POV

[one-winged-dreams]

I'M NORMAL! I'M NORMAL!