#thank you for these also bby

[gunsatthaphan]

#ready to be shaking & quaking.

[lelelego]

true canon ending to rdr2

commission for @neonxdecay / @por-queeee!!

[theoraeeken]

bucktommy / tevan prompt: drive, car/vehicle, hands

i literally cannot see the words "bucktommy" and "hands" and not instantly get weird about it so uh. sorry. if you're not into short, kinda horny oneshots. thank you for the prompt!!! <33

bucktommy / rated m / mild and implied sexual content / prompts open

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Buck never gets out of the city, these days.

That's an over simplification, of course. Sometimes he does. Calls out of the city. Assists out of county. But it's been a long, long time since he made it out of LA for anything fun. And, this? This is fun.

The early evening has made a painting out of the North California landscape, streaming past them like so many brushstrokes. A sky in pink and lilac, trees tops in black shadow. Tommy, pretty as a picture, pretty as he always is with his hands on the wheel and his eyes forward.

Jesus, Buck has never wanted anyone so much in his life.

"You're staring."

"You're gorgeous."

Tommy huffs, but doesn't tear his eyes away from the road.

"You know I could watch you do this for hours."

"You have been watching me do this for hours," Tommy reminds him, mouth a sly smile, "Except for that powernap you took after lunch."

"You want me to take the wheel for a bit, babe?"

The same smile that always crossses Tommy's expression when Buck callshim babe appears. It's a soft little thing, but it's one of his favourite things in the world.

"Nah, there's only an hour left. Besides, I wouldn't want to deny you your favourite spectator sport."

It's true, it is. Maybe not in the way that Tommy thinks, maybe Tommy doesn't get it at all, actually. Buck likes to watch him. Watch him drive, watch him cook, watch him shave. Watch him nap on the couch after along shift, watch him comb his hair back before one. The confidence in his walk, the set of his shoulders, the surety of his hands.

His hands.

The same hands that are on the wheel that have pulled people out of burning buildings have washed Buck's hair in the shower. They've piloted helicopters, and cooked dinner for the two of them. They've patched up burns and lacerations and concussions in the field, and touched Buck the way no one else has ever quite managed.

Tommy flexes his hands, palms sure on the wheel.

Something stirs in Buck, a sense memory tucked into the joints of his wrists, the swirl of his fingerprints.

Buck stretches out in the passenger seat, a pleasant warmth settling at the base of his spine, a tingling in his gut, his fingertips, his legs.

There's a little sweat gathered in the fabric at Tommy's collar, where it's trickled down his neck. There's a drop of it tracing a faint red mark there, just under his hairline. Too faded to show any trace of what caused it, but Buck knows it was his teeth.

Buck runs a hand up his thigh absently.

"Evan," Tommy says warningly, but there's a touch of amusement in his tone, too.

"What?" he says innocently.

"You know what."

"Nope," he grins, "You look good."

"You look like a distraction."

"You can handle it."

"If I crash this car, and someone phones 911, you do realise neither one of us is ever going to live it down, right?"

He knows. He can practically see Chimney laughing his ass off already, hear Hen cackling. They gave him enough shit when a photo of Tommy appeared in his locker, a perfectly innocent picture of his boyfriend passed out cold on the couch in Buck's apartment, Jee-Yun beaming wildly into the camera after a day at a waterpark. Tommy's not wearing a shirt, because it got wet chasing Jee through a splash field. It's in Buck's locker because it's a great picture. No correlation.

"You flew a helicopter into a hurricane, I think you can manage the I5."

"You didn't have a hard on in the helicopter."

"That's what you think," Buck grins. He does now, easy and eager to go, like he's eighteen again, dick on a hairpin trigger.

"You didn't get enough this morning?" Tommy asks wryly.

This morning was slow and easy, still under the covers with the early morning light coming down on them like a blessing. Tommy's mouth on his stomach and his fingers inside of him, pulling an orgasm out of him like pulling on a loose thread - unravelling Buck into an incoherent mess.

"That was like eight hours ago-"

"It was maybe five, at an absolute push-"

"-and you just look so good sat there-"

"-I'm not doing anything!"

"-and I want you," Buck says, chest going warm at the way Tommy's mouth snaps shut and a blush starts spreading across his cheeks, "the way I always want you because you always look this good."

"We're gonna crash on the I5 and there's gonna be a pile up, and they're gonna check traffic cam footage and see that it's because I swerved into oncoming traffic, and when they ask me what happened, I'm gonna have to say it's because-"

"We're not going to crash, Tommy," Buck laughs.

"-because my boyfriend is insatiably horny," he interupts, louder, before glancing over at him. His eyes drop down to where Buck is rubbing himself through his sweats and he groans, a deep rumbling thing in his chest that makes Buck jerk helplessly in the seat, "and because he looks so good right now."

The satnav on the dash says there's still ninety minutes until they reach their destination, which is damn near an eternity. The thought of being confined in this car with Tommy, in a nice fitting t-shirt and shorts that have ridden up to expose a slither of inner thigh, for more than an hour feels impossible. Buck grinds into the heel of his palm, images of them pulled over at the side of the road, pressed together in the backseat of Tommy's old muscle car, or Buck bent over the hood, or leaning against the driver's side door with Tommy on his knees in front of him- They bomboard his imagination like firecrackers, every one of them vivid and alive like memories rather than fantasies.

Tommy's hand shoots out like a gunshot from the wheel to clasp his wrist.

He didn't realise how close he was to coming until his hand stopped moving.

"Jesus, Evan-" Tommy breaths out, his fingers like a vice, chest heaving, "You're trying to kill me."

"Whatta way to go though, huh?" Buck slurs. His hips are still twitching, even as he steps back from the precipice of orgasm. Everything is still so close, so hot, so intense. Tommy's jaw is so tight the muscle is jumping under the skin, but he lets go of Buck's wrist to lace their fingers together instead.

It's probably not the placating gesture Tommy wants it to be, not now that Buck's so worked up, not when it's Tommy's hands that have him writhing in the passenger seat of this car, Tommy's everything, really.

"Evan."

"What?"

"Quit it," he says firmly.

Buck grins, "Or what?"

"Or," Tommy says easily, "Every time I catch you, I'm adding an hour onto how long I'm making you wait when we get to the hotel."

That definitely doesn't have the desire affect, or it does. Buck can't tell over the wildfire that courses through him, caught between the desire to chase relief as soon as possible, and drag whatever game they've stumbled onto here out for as long as he can. Whatever shows on his face makes Tommy laugh, pull his hand back and put it back on the wheel.

-

(They make it to the hotel by the skin of their teeth, check in like a pair of maniacs on the run from the cops, then Tommy shows him just how serious he was about that three hour penalty by strapping his arms to the bed with his belt.)

-

(He only makes it two and a half.)

[uhohdad]

Konig's gloves, boots, belt... Konig's teeth? :> Maybe not totally on theme but rawr biting kink stuff

(18+)

WARNING: ABUSE & NON-CONSENSUAL THEMES

König’s Teeth displayed proudly behind a carnivorous, gut-wrenching grin, drooling over the prey that knows it’s in trouble. Sniveling and trembling under his unmatched strength, restrained by a brute hand and whining desperate, useless pleas.

König’s Teeth bump against yours as he forces you into a sloppy kiss, holding your head steady with a firm glove around the back of your neck, muffling your objections with his intrusive tongue and his low hums.

König’s Teeth draw blood when they pierce through your neck, his eyes lulling at your intoxicating taste. His tongue follows en suite, lapping up his mess, soothing and slobbering over your abused flesh.

König’s Teeth pull a desperate wail from you as they sink into the flesh of your inner thigh, marking you as his own with bruises in the shape of his unique bite. Any man that undresses you in the coming weeks will know who you belong to, will know you’re used goods, will know König got to ruin you first.

König’s Teeth catch his lower lip as he bites back a moan, slipping into a cunt he hasn’t broken in yet, so tight and warm around his thick cock. He can’t hold himself back, bullying his way into you despite your cries and pleads. He likes the way you clench around him when you try and fight him off, so laughably weak. He doesn’t know why you even bother.

✧₊⁺ König’s Belt ✧₊⁺ König’s Gloves ✧₊⁺ König’s Boots

[hickeygender]

sorry, he's allergic to SOUP? no wonder he thinks he's destined for infinite sadness, i'd believe that too if my immune system thwarted me from slurpin down a nice hearty bowl of soup 😭

[olisgifs]

— were you freed within, did you leave your skin?

[lara-cairncross]

OH MY GOODNESS DID MIKEY KILL THEIR DAD WITH FIRE??? Is that why his powers get locked away and stuff???? That woukd make sense, but the timeline doesn't align!! He's too baby right now, he gets locked up later!!! AAAAAA I DONT KNOW!!!

/pos/pos/pos/pos I love ur art and au!!!!! They're beautiful!

can confirm that the timeline doesn't work out like that 🤭

this event *does* set a precedent, though. teehee.

[seijorhi]

I swear, everytime you write for ushijima, 10 years are added to my lifespan 😭😭😭 would he be upset at all by his other pack mates less than calm behavior towards the reader? Bc he usually seems to be on the softer side of things more often than not. Keep up the good work!! 🥰

god no.

while he might appear all stoic on the outside, he's seething over the whole situation. it's not because of his packmates, though.

he's generally pretty unbothered by their antics. might not always understand them, but he's used to it. humours them. in his opinion, the easiest and most straightforward course would be to kick the omega to the curb so they can pursue their beta, he can understand semi's logic and the benefits of his plan.

the problem ofc comes from their collective inability to keep it the fuck together.

(ushijima is not in a position to throw stones here)

but what he is pissed about is that after losing control and biting the reader, she isn't where she belongs.

to him, there's no logical reason she shouldn't have been returned to them after being released from hospital; he's an alpha, he bit her (claimed her), therefore she's pack. the omega she's living with has no formal ties to her. the pack has more than adequate means of providing and caring for her. being away from him is making her ill. she is suffering needlessly.

ushijima fully expected that despite the circumstances, they would be walking out of the hospital with their beta in tow.

he is not handling the reality of the situation well. like at all.

[sky-kiss]

Really genuinely uncertain how like...one person is blessed to have so many incredible and talented friends. But apparently, I hit the jackpot.

The beautiful and supremely talented @dungeonspawn was kind enough to make this piece for Raphael and Joi's shopping adventure.

Please take special note of his brooch. It is imperative that you note the brooch.

If you have not already followed her, I highly recommend it. She's a lovely person and just PSYCHO TALENTED? So, like. You need more of that in your life.

Find her at:

@dungeonspawn and @youngearlgrey-partdeux.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

So I’m going to see my baby I.M from Monsta X perform in August and I’m trying to pick a dress but I’m crazy indecisive so I need opinions.

Which one do y’all like best? 🖤

[punkrock-bottom]

I think you’re the cutest and sexiest of my mutuals but I think you’re out of my league and I would be punching

You only think I’m your cutest sexiest mutual? You should KNOW this 😤

[sophiethewitch1]

Hi! You've mentioned that 'What We Want' has a playlist. If it's not to spoilery (and you feel comfortable doing so) could you share some of the songs on it.

I hope you start feeling better soon. ❤️

oh my god im so glad someone asked!!! I'll share some of my favourite songs from the playlist, the ones that i think like... summarise the stories feeling the most. Idk. The ones with the highest vibe quality. Some of these you will actually see referenced in the fic later on lmao.

Here's the playlist for your listening pleasure

If you have any more questions, theories (what song relates to which character, where in the story, etc) please send it in! I love talking about this.

[evilkaeya]

fawking hell guys I don't read bnha but I hope bakugo finds someone who loves him back

[zixinyu]

Trips around Skyrim Doodle 02

“You look great!”

“Un, thanks. So do you.”

[ourlittleuluru]

( ˶°ㅁ°) !! This is a new line I haven't seen before!

...but also... XAVIER!? IT'S ONLY 9 30 PM!!!!

waddaya mean "late"????????

[sparxyv]

i giv u my luv

seems the niffler found it before i did ! 🫠