#Jules answers

[loucifersbitch]

Bucktommy. 91 and 97. If it's okay can I be a little more specific and ask for it to be post-breakup and bottom Buck. Please and thank you!

91. “you bought a vibrator?” 97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

This is such a bad idea Tommy tells himself as he's slammed into a wall. Evan is everywhere around him, grinding against him. They don't even get the front door closed this time.

His foot knocks into something - a box? He actually paid attention outside, so he knows this isn't the same house as last time. It's not Eddie's house, but he also doesn't recognize it. Maybe it's new? Whatever, it's not important. The only important thing is that Evan is grinding his hard cock against Tommy's thigh, and it's driving him half crazy as they devour each other.

"Bed," Evan says, steering them down a hallway and up a flight of stairs, barely letting Tommy get a breath before he's dumped onto a mattress. At least this one is on a frame.

Evan walks around the room, shoving a pile of clothes further into a corner and tossing what looks like an empty laundry basket into the closet. He crosses over to the bedside table and starts rifling through it, pulling out lube and grabbing the toy that was sitting on top to stuff it into the drawer. It's a sizeable one, too.

"You bought a vibrator?" Tommy asks, the glee in his tone slipping through even as he tries to stifle it.

"Mhm," Evan hums, still moving stuff around in the drawer. "Needed something after -" he looks over his shoulder at Tommy "- well, after the last time we were together."

"Oh." It's surprising. Evan could have any guy he wanted. Real dick isn't hard to come by in Weho. "So you haven't...?" he lets the question trail off, knowing his meaning will get across.

"Nope," Evan says, popping the 'p' at the end with finality. "Haven't slept with anyone else since you broke up with me actually."

He's very pointedly not looking at Tommy now, still shuffling things in the drawer but not grabbing anything. Tommy already feels like he's fucking this up, and they haven't even gotten to the good part.

"Evan," he starts, but he doesn't get any further.

"We don't have to talk about it," Evan says, pulling out a strip of condoms and tossing them on the bed. shutting the drawer with his hip.

Then he's got a lap full of Evan, and he's being kissed like Evan's starving for it. His brain goes offline entirely as Evan starts working on the buttons of his shirt, getting his top half naked in record time. Evan is in a sweater that Tommy quickly yanks up and over his head, flipping them and getting Evan on his back, fumbling blindly at the zipper of his slacks.

"Tommy," Evan groans, knocking his hand out of the way to do it himself. "Come on," he shoves his slacks down his hips along with his boxers, "need you inside me. Now."

"You want -"

"Yeah, Tommy, I fucking want," Evan cuts him off again.

So that's how it's gonna be. Fine.

"Turn over," he says, grabbing the lube. "I'm not opening you up on your back."

Evan grumbles but complies, kicking his pants off the rest of the way and turning onto his knees, elbows on the mattress and ass in the air. Tommy will never get over this view, or the way Evan offers himself up so freely. It's baffling that Tommy is still the only man to have him like this.

Kneeling between Evan's spread thighs, he slicks up two fingers, circling Evan's hole and getting the muscle to relax. As much as Evan seems to want Tommy inside him immediately, Tommy wants it just as much.

He dips one finger in, stretching the muscle gently, then says, "I haven't either, you know. Slept with anyone," he clarifies.

Evan hums in acknowledgement.

"You could've. You're free to do whatever."

"Yeah, I know," he says, swiping his finger around Evan's walls, close to being able to add a second. "I just didn't want to."

Evan hmphs and then grunts when Tommy starts to add a second finger.

"I mean it," he continues. "Even when I thought about picking someone up or downloading an app, I didn't want to. Couldn't get one specific guy out of my head."

Evan groans as Tommy sinks his finger in deep, scissoring them to open him further.

"Do y- ngh - do you think about me when you touch yourself, Tommy? Oh fuck," Evan sighs.

Tommy crooks his fingers, finding the spot that he knows will have Evan making all of his favorite noises.

"Of course I do," he says, the moans spilling from Evan's mouth like music to his ears. "Just look at you. Yeah, I fucking think about you every single time, Evan."

"God, Tommy," Evan groans, fucking back onto Tommy's fingers now. "I'm good. Please. Need you."

"Yeah, okay," he agrees, distracted by the thought of being inside Evan again.

He reaches for the condoms and tears one off. Evan turns over, and his hand covers Tommy's.

"We can use that if you want, but we don't have to," he says. "If neither of us have slept with anyone else..." he finishes and shrugs.

He hesitates for less than a heartbeat before tossing the condom aside. Rearranging Evan's limbs, he crawls between his legs, lining himself up.

"Um," Evan starts, causing Tommy to pause and look at him carefully. "Just - just to be clear, I don't want this to be the last time we do this."

Raising an eyebrow, Tommy says, "Okay," dragging out the vowels. "So what do you want? Because I can't do friends with benefits. Not with you. Hookups aren't really my thing either, but I've made exceptions. Twice now."

"No, no, I mean -" Evan chuckles, "- I mean I want to try again. If you still want that."

"Oh," Tommy says, eyebrows climbing higher. "Yeah, I uh, I do. But," he shifts, reminding Evan that they're in a compromised position, "maybe we should save this conversation. For after."

"Yes, yeah, we should do that," Evan nods, wiggling his hips a little.

Tommy interlocks their fingers as he pushes his hips forward, feeling the empty space inside his chest fill with a sense of rightness as he kisses the man he loves.

[bbutterflies]

A-adrino... spiderman kiss...

I will raise u one better

NINOIR spiderman kiss…

[kiir-do-faal-rahhe]

odette should dip miraak

WITH PLEASURE (from both of them)

[detective-juliet-ohara]

if lassie was a dog which breed do you think he'd be?

I have never considered that question before in my life but it was... surprisingly easy to come up with an answer: Belgian Malinois!

They're intense herding dogs but are also incredibly loyal and form deep, long-lasting bonds with their owners. They're also very intelligent and athletic and are the most common breed trained to be police dogs!

In fact, Benny, our newest K-9, has been at the SBPD a lot recently and the similarities between her and Carlton are uncanny.

They both love to follow me around everywhere, get scratches behind their ears, and yell at squirrels. They're also both house-trained.

[kinkykinard]

hi! continuing a positivity chain started by @thatmexisaurusrex! what are five cute headcanons you have about BuckTommy or Tommy? <3

omg @godlightbuckley and were JUST talking about coming up with bucktommy headcanons because i saw this going around and was like 'not that anyone is going to ask me but if they do, i need to be prepared' hahaha

let's see what i can come up with!

buck is an early bird. he loves getting up at the crack of dawn to start his day. tommy, on the other hand, would sleep in every day if he could. waking up at the crack of dawn when he feels buck roll over isn't so bad, though, especially when he reaches out to wrap his arms around buck and buck melts against his chest. buck's feigned protests fall on deaf ears as tommy grunts and buries his face in the crook of buck's shoulder, brushing a feather-light kiss over buck's skin.

ever since that one call with the armed chicken, tommy's been nervous around them. not that he's particularly concerned he'll ever come across another one with a knife, his mind just made some strong, if odd, associations that night and he's never had the opportunity to challenge them. so of course buck takes it upon himself to provide exposure therapy the next time he gets to babysit jee-yun. tommy is admittedly concerned for all of their safety as they step into the petting zoo paddock and jee immediately beelines for a nearby black silkie but buck gives his hand a gentle squeeze that says come on and a look that says you're safe with me and so tommy goes. by the end of the visit, he can't say that his fear is cured, but he's more sure than ever that he would follow buck wherever he wanted to go and that as long as he has buck, things are going to be just fine.

buck has a close call at work. again. and when bobby's instincts are the only thing he has to go on in telling buck to get checked out, buck takes the lack of official regulation as an out to skip yet another trip to the ER. unfortunately for him, eddie's got tommy on speed dial and in the time it takes buck to change into his civvies and jump into his jeep, eddie's given tommy the low down on the whole situation. buck doesn't suspect a thing as he walks into tommy's living room fifteen minutes later, though he supposes he should have given eddie's uncharacteristic lack of support in bobby's favor. his first instinct on seeing the first aid kit tommy has laid out on the coffee table is to make excuses, to weasel his way out of a once-over. when tommy tilts his head just a little bit, though, gives him that look, and a soft little evan, buck knows he's done for. he allows himself to be led to the couch, settled on the middle cushion, undressed, and carefully poked, prodded, and examined until tommy is unshakeably certain that he's okay. it's not all bad, though; the i'm glad you're okay sex they have afterward is one hell of a reward and buck would be a liar if he said he wasn't prepared to be a good boy all over again the next time around.

tommy loves to eat, and while he doesn't mind cooking, either, it's definitely not his favorite pastime. which is why when buck realizes that food is definitely a love language for tommy, he takes on the mantle of head chef at chez tommy. tommy insists he doesn't have to cook all the time, but buck is more than happy to do it. with all the lessons bobby's given him, the kitchen has become a sort of sanctuary for him. the busy work of finely dicing vegetables for a mirepoix and stirring seasonings into a bubbling pot of pommarola quiets something in him, and he loves having tommy by his side to help out with the less involved tasks and taste test whatever he's working on. his absolute favorite nights in the kitchen, though, are the ones where tommy's having a hard day. a bad call, a particularly devastating fire, a grueling day spent running on little food and even less sleep. on those nights, he gets to pour all of his love, care, and concern into tommy's absolute favorite dishes. the turkey, spinach, and ricotta-stuffed cannelloni that tommy loves most of all is a particularly pain-staking endeavor but it's worth every second of effort that goes into it for the soft, nostalgic smile tommy gets when he takes his first bite. it's a kinard family recipe that was handed down from his paternal grandmother and one day, over a plate of it, with his defenses down and his conviction that buck is really it for him, he opens up to tell buck all the things that shaped him, the ones he's never told another living soul.

being a firefighter and pilot had never been tommy's dream. he'd never really landed on one, in all honesty, though he'd considered everything from mechanics to law to professional athletics in his youth. when the time to make his choice had rolled around, however, all he wanted was to escape the turmoil at home and a presentation by a recruiter at school promised him a life of valor, honor, and camaraderie if he enlisted in the army, so he took the out. he'd hated every second of it and had cut and run the second he was able there, too. with bills to pay and the physical conditioning required of a firefighter at the ready, it was an easy choice to sign up for the academy soon thereafter. the lafd promised him the one thing he did miss about the army - the brotherhood, the found family - and while getting his start under captain gerrard hadn't been ideal, he'd eventually found his footing. now, doing meaningful, rewarding work alongside people he would follow to hell and back, surrounded by friends that are closer to him than his family ever was, and with the love of his life by his side, he can't imagine ever doing anything else.

And a bonus NSFW headcanon!

does that make this a 5+1?

buck loves how intimate being penetrated is. sure, he's been pegged before, but he had no idea how different the real thing would be. having tommy inside of him makes him feel complete in a way that nothing else ever has, and the intimacy of the moments where their bodies are connected, where tommy is seated fully inside of him, makes his heart skip and his soul ache with the enormity of it. in those moments, he loves reaching down between their bodies to feel where they're joined, to appreciate the way that his body yields to tommy's cock. when it's over, when he's made a mess of himself and tommy has spilled inside of him, buck always asks tommy to stay inside just a little longer, to keep the circuit closed so that he can marvel at how close they are, at how he isn't sure where tommy ends and where he begins anymore. and tommy is always happy to oblige.

[lemonsoured]

Wishing you luck with your short film, and to be free of the patty drama soon at least. She's a more well known face in the transfem community and a terrible representation of us. Hoping she figures her shit out. more so Hoping you get to move past all this and enjoy the fruits of your own passions and labors.

Hello, and thank you for the supportive sentiment. I'm hoping to walk away from all this as soon as possible. And please don't think that Taxxon is in any way a representative of trans women/transfems aside from her role as an influencer. Especially in the political climate we're in, I want this to be viewed separate from her identity. You and other trans women/fems should not have to feel like you have to answer for her. Please take care of yourself. <3

[bigbigpushes]

This is such a good inconvenient birth, I don't know if you've already read it... https://archive.transformativeworks.org/works/54016570

I beg the question, would you write for fandoms such as X Files?

I think I have read it before.

I’d consider writing for fandoms for sure but it would have to be fandoms I’m more familiar with and I’m afraid x files isn’t one I know well.

[julesart04]

I am so not kidding this last piece of regulus? That’s HIM!!! That’s him. His expression!! The emotion in his eyes!!!!! I’m in love thank you so much for creating him and letting me witness his beauty lmao

😂😩 thank you so so much!!! Comments and messages like this make me so happy!! I'm just really glad you like it, I love drawing him no matter what but when other people like it I just - asdfgfadaffs.

Th post we’re talking about 👇

[loucifersbitch]

196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good” for BuckTommy 💕

featuring some unreliable narrator Buck and bottom Tommy

He hadn't planned it this way. He will swear until his dying day that this is not how he thought the day would go.

"Evan, come on. What the hell -" Tommy says, struggling against the straps binding his wrists and ankles to the chair. "I'm not running away. I promise!"

"I can't take that chance," Buck says, stepping back. "We're gonna talk, and I'll untie you if you're good and actually hear me out this time."

"Evan," Tommy groans, dropping his head back.

"So," Buck pulls up a chair so they're sitting facing each other, "how have you been?"

Tommy looks at him, face completely blank except for the flash of his eyes.

"Great," he says, monotone, glancing down at himself. "Never been better."

Buck sighs. That was a dumb question.

"Right. So, um, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." Might as well just say it. "And I'm tired of missing you. I'm tired of not having you. I'm tired of not sleeping at night because I know I sleep better when you're there. And if you don't want to get back together, that's fine. I'll get over it. But I can't keep dancing around the issue."

"Which issue?" Tommy asks. "The one where I broke things off and ran away? Or the one where we hooked up, I asked to get back together, and then immediately stuck my foot in my mouth and ran away again? Or now when you have me tied to a chair?"

"All of it," Buck starts, getting up and pacing. "I've had a lot of time to think about it, about us. And I know I'm in love with you. And I'm pretty sure you're in love with me. What kind of guy helps his ex escape the US Army and FBI in a stolen helicopter unless he's in love with him, y'know? But then Bobby died and life happened, and I - I should've called, Tommy." He stops pacing, leaning with his hands on the back of his abandoned chair. "I should've called after you left instead of waiting until I needed a favor. And I should've called after the Army released us. Or after the funeral. Or at literally any time between then and -" he looks at their surroundings "- and breaking into your house to tie you up."

He can tell Tommy's staring at him. He doesn't want to look over and see whatever expression is on Tommy's face after all of that though. The silence drags on, time moving so slowly Buck wonders if he was hit by another lightning bolt without realizing.

"Evan," Tommy coaxes, his voice soft. Buck looks at him after a moment, waiting for his fate. "Untie me."

That's fair, really. He walks over, the chasm in his chest opening wider with each step. He wants Tommy but... If he can't have him, it'll hurt, but he'll get over it eventually. Maybe they can even be friends if Buck promises to never break into his house again.

Starting at Tommy's ankles, he undoes the two straps, moving onto the wrists and freeing Tommy completely. Defeated, Buck is ready to leave. He stands up and starts to turn, heading for the front door, but a hand on his elbow stops him.

Letting himself be pulled back, he faces Tommy, expecting to be told off or given a lecture or something. What he doesn't expect is Tommy pulling him into a kiss. He's so shocked, he can't even kiss back. When Tommy pulls back, Buck sways a little, unsteady, but Tommy catches him.

"Sorry," Tommy says, like he has anything to be sorry for. "Was that not okay? I just thought aft- mfph," Buck cuts him off, diving into another kiss.

Buck grabs Tommy's waist, pulling him close before walking them both back toward the bedroom. They must knock into a table because there's a thunk against the wall and something falls to the floor, but neither of them stop to check.

"We still haven't talked," Tommy gasps when Buck leaves his lips to latch onto the side of his neck instead. "I thought you wanted to talk, baby."

"Mm," Buck hums, releasing the skin where he's started a small mark. "Do you want to be my boyfriend again?" he asks, going right back to the same spot, laving over Tommy's pulse in the process.

"Y-yeah, but -"

"Me, too. See? We talked," Buck says, kissing him once more.

Tommy's back hits the closed bedroom door, and Buck crashes into him, feeling the long, hard line of his cock against his thigh. He groans, needing fewer layers between them now.

"Baby," Tommy sighs, kissing Buck and fumbling for the doorknob behind him. The door finally opens, and Tommy pulls him through with a murmured, "Come on."

A few too-long minutes later, Buck pounds into Tommy, draping himself over his back and listening to gorgeous noises Tommy makes. God, he's missed those.

"Missed you, too," Tommy grunts. Buck hadn't realized he'd said that out loud. "Missed this cock, holy shit."

Buck laughs, a little giddy. He feels almost stupid with how much he loves the man underneath him.

"Hold on," he says, uncurling himself from Tommy and pulling out, pushing Tommy onto his back. "Wanna see you."

"Yeah, yeah," Tommy nods, eager to comply. He curses when Buck enters him again, his eyes closing as his mouth drops open in pleasure.

"That's it," Buck breathes, getting his arm under Tommy's knee and pushing his leg up and back, opening him wider. Tommy looks debauched, sweaty and heavy lidded with his hair a complete mess. "Fuck, Tommy, look at you. I love you so much."

"Love you, too, baby," Tommy says, pulling Buck down into a kiss. "Probably shouldn't - ah, yeah - shouldn't say it for the first time when you've got your dick in me, but I didn't get to say it earlier."

Buck laughs again. He hasn't felt this light in months. He drops Tommy's leg and gets a hand around his cock instead, fucking into him while he jerks him off. Tommy cums soon after, pulling at the sheets so hard Buck worries they'll rip. Buck pulls out, fucking his fist until he cums on Tommy, adding to the mess he'd already made.

He takes a few seconds to catch his breath, then says, "Back in a second. Towel."

When they're both mostly clean ("I still need a shower, Evan. I'm not sleeping covered in leftover jizz." "Yeah, yeah, but later.") they hold each other, legs and arms touching as much of each other as they can.

"Hey," Tommy says, placing a finger under Buck's chin and pulling him into a soft kiss, "thanks for breaking in."

He smiles, feeling his cheeks flame.

"Sorry for the whole tying you up thing."

"Mm," he nods. "For future reference, my safeword is Volkswagen."

Buck is going to love this man forever.

[bbutterflies]

im going to combine our respective favorite things ever. emoverse adrino.

I will do u one better

[kiir-do-faal-rahhe]

Heads up. Your most recent doodle is eerily similar to lobo-inu’s “if I were a wyrm” comic. Down to the wording and the setting. I always love seeing your art on my dash, but this does look suspicious since Lobo self-reblogged the comic less than a day ago and it’s making its rounds again.

hi anon!

lobo inu has had me blocked for a little while for reasons unknown (until now. to discuss this). i haven’t seen their post until now, and before that i had never really seen their posts rb’d from people i follow.

for anyone curious, these are the comics (lobo’s on the left, mine on the right). they are similar, yes, because they are both based off of the “would you still love me if i was a worm” meme, but they have different endings. i based my comic off of this meme that i saw on pinterest that i thought was fitting since my miraak can turn into a dragon (wyrm):

i don’t know how to politely say this but. “would you still love me if I was a worm” is a meme. it’s a well-known meme, that’s why the wording is similar. 👍 the setting is also similar, sure, but it’s just them in bed, not the most thrilling or unique concept. odette is reading because i wanted her to hit miraak with a book.

[detective-juliet-ohara]

you remind me so much of glinda from wicked and I love it. I can definitely see a "popular" situation happening between you and lassie.

Awww, thank you! 💖 Carlton and I went on a musical binge a while ago and Wicked was definitely one of my favorites (Carlton can hit the "Defying Gravity" riff like no one's business but you didn't hear it from me).

I always thought Glinda and I were kind of similar! I would die for the blue bubble dress she wears in the Broadway version. 🩵🩵🩵

And yes, I have more-than-occasionally given Carlton pointers on how to interact with people but really, I don't want to change him! I love him the way he is! (I don't think I'm super "popular" either tbh)

I can't say no to a fun makeover, though! He does let me paint his nails sometimes :)

[kinkykinard]

Okay, spreading some positivity!! And feel free to send this to other folks too 🥰 What is your goofiest BuckTommy headcanon?

tommy is for sure the absentminded type, constantly misplacing his keys, his phone, other important items, while buck has a knack for recalling the last place he'd seen them all. any time tommy can't find something, all he has to do is text buck and buck will come back at him with "junk drawer, middle third, in the basket with the elastic bands" and sure enough, he's always right ��

[lemonsoured]

THANK YOU for your post on how gay trans men are treated by cisgender gay men, because it is HORRIFIC.

i distinctly remember being about 13-15 years old on here with a semi-popular mlm blog, and i had to constantly delete hate asks telling me that i was a horrible person, that i was a fujoshi fetishizing gay men, and that i was a straight girl grooming gay men. i was in middle school. i was a kid making mood boards and talking about my crushes.

that blog is gone and deleted now, but those memories still remain– and they're not unique to me, either. it is very common for cisgender gay men to be incredibly misogynistic towards transgender men, but i don't think it's ever really been examined? just as cisgender lesbians can be incredibly transmisogynistic, cisgender gay men can be just as hostile.

Happy to be helpful, anon. It's rough. And I'm really sorry you had to go through that at such a young age. I hope you're in a better situation now where you can talk about your crushes freely. <3

[feathersontheclyde]

“Trust me, you don’t want me near a stove.” - Frankie to Jules

" Well how many fires have you caused while you were left unsupervised? I feel like anything under five is good enough for me. " She laughs. " I'm willing to risk it. "

[wandas-luvr]

Brunette Wanda or Redhead Wanda?

i am actually president of the brunette wanda fanclub if u didn't alr know