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[angel-fruitcake]

Do I want to kill them or do I want to fuck them?

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[lessmouse]

day 17 / apocalypse never

[alternativeulster]

dont let anyone ever tell you the doctor who tv movie (1996) sucks. this is literally the best scene in all 60 years of doctor who

[sweetonsugden]

This is my first experience with Nov 5th on here and I am so excited to see what goes on with ya’ll crazy motherfuckers.

[umblrspectrum]

i hate perspective. happy new years also

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives contrapuntal poems — 3 — (1) (2) (4) (5)

[palarien]

i'm geasspilled ᵗʷᶦᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ

[extantformoflife]

[bisexualbrainrots]

update!!! it's been a little while but I've been dealing with the worst writer's block when it came to this story, I'm happy I finally feel like I'm making some progress. so, here you go.

if you want to read: part 1, part 2, wip part 3, part 4.

Buck gets his hands all over Tommy, grabbing and caressing the soft and hard areas of his body.

He's obsessed with touching as much as he can, being used to doing it with any partner he's had. He would often be compared to an octopus, his limbs sprawled across different bodies and looking for that feeling of closeness, even in strangers. Some took issue with it, clearly bothered by how clingy he could get; others didn't mind at all. The worst of it was when he would get made fun for it, like when a girl would giggle because he wanted to cuddle for longer.

Well sue him for enjoying some physical touch.

He thinks it probably surprised Tommy the first time, when they held hands at that café for so long they ended up getting clammy, and Buck still didn’t try to separate them. It was just when the sweat and the heat became too much that Buck finally let go, a little disappointed at the way his hand betrayed him. And Tommy had looked at him almost amused at how Buck wanted (more like needed) to touch for as long as he could.

Tommy never took an issue with it, and if he did he would say so, and Buck would understand. Buck would always understand.

But right now, he isn’t exactly bothered by any of it. Not at all.

As their tongues dance in a syrupy, languid kiss and as Buck's hands hold onto Tommy's back and shoulders, his boyfriend's are busy roaming around his thighs, lifting them and letting him hook the rest of his legs on his hips. Their bodies are flushed together and Buck groans at the feeling of Tommy's body on top of his, it’s a weight that grounds him like a weighted blanket. 

A much sexier, unpredictable weighted blanket.

Tommy's hips grind slowly, a roll that elicits a moan out of Buck and jerks his body towards the older. Buck is feeling desperate, one of his hands is holding a handful of Tommy’s ass and the other is gripping his hair, doing everything in his power just to grab and pull him closer.

“Tommy,” he breathes when the man gets his mouth on his jaw, a trail of kisses descending towards his neck that makes Buck writher.

Tommy’s touch makes him feel like he’s on fire sometimes. He knows if he were to look at himself he’d see the pink blush that covers his face and chest, the same one that has him feeling like he’s got a fever so high it’d make him hallucinate. That it’d make him believe none of this is real and that one day he’ll wake up and find out this awesome, hot guy never existed. He’s glad that feeling isn’t real, and that the fire is only proof enough of the tangible existence of Tommy Kinard.

Their bodies rock like a boat before a storm, slow and relaxed up until the moment Buck’s hand slips underneath Tommy’s briefs and he kneads his ass like dough, and that sets up the storm. Buck moans at the feeling of his boyfriend’s mouth on him, sucking and biting at his neck and collarbones in a way he knows will get him looks at work next shift. And yet he couldn’t give a damn, not when he had released the perfect storm on Tommy. His other hand, buried in the depths of Tommy’s hair, tugs in at the roots causing him to bite, strong enough to make Buck whine but playful enough to make the grinding of their hips more delicious.

He begins to feel delirious the longer it goes, the need to get the ultimate feel of skin-to-skin overpowering him enough to start pulling Tommy’s underwear down. His boyfriend chuckles on his collarbones and looks up at him, a sparkle in his eyes that Buck wishes it meant even a fraction of what he’s feeling for him at that instant.

“Evan… What do you want?” It's that soft, tender tone in his voice that totally contrasts with the way he was laying marks on him barely a minute ago that gets him to whine.

“I’m just trying to… Fuck, Tommy I need to touch you, like I could actually die if I don’t touch you right this second.”

“I don’t think a person can die from that, though.”

Buck gives him a look he hasn’t gotten the opportunity to use a lot. The one where his eyebrows pull in a frown and his lower lip shows up through a pout. The few times he’s used it have proven success to turn Tommy’s bitchiness into… something. He still can’t quite pinpoint what it is, but it makes him more caring, more firm, more protective.

Tommy rolls his eyes and kisses the pout away, and lifts his hips slightly, “Go ahead. Take them off.”

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[hemisphaericas]

Part 4 Nein Again doodles!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[kalied0skull]

Draw darry in a ballgown pleeeeeeeeeeease

audibly went : "well, if you insist..." and immediately got to drawing :3c

now playing: Burning Love — Elvis Presley ♪

watched an entire movie in the process of making this so if that doesn't tell you how quickly i got to work then i dunno maaannn... HAHAHA

isn't he a beaut ! :D

[hyakunana]

Meanwhile, at Venigni Works (a direct sequel from this comic)

[effedupcomments]

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives contrapuntal poems — 1 — (2) (3) (4) (5)

[delaccors]

incorrect yavin 99 quotes 1/?