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[poseidonewithyou]

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[sad-girl-hours23]

Hold Me Hostage, Arrest My Attention

For the @tevanadvent2024 Day 4: Hostage & Day 5: Attention

Rating: E

Tags: Orgasm Delay/Denial, Daddy Kink (not really, but just in case)

Word Count: 1,157

Buck hasn’t seen or heard from Tommy in three weeks. Not since Tommy checked on Maddie and him at the hospital after the kidnapping/hostage situation. They’d had a brief, neutral exchange in Buck’s hospital room, but then Bobby and Hen had shown up and Tommy snuck out before Buck could ask him to stay.

He’s wanted to reach out so many times but what would he even say?

Thank you

Why haven’t you called?

Please Daddy can you fuck me until I forget my own name and that you ever broke my heart?

Buck sighs and goes back to scrolling through Instagram until a text post catches his eye. It reads: Hostage or not, sometimes it’s just nice to be held.

He takes a screenshot. Stares at it for a minute in his camera roll. He shouldn’t. But he’s feeling a little sad and even more petulant. He still misses Tommy even if he’s no longer baking about it. He’s lonely. And he’s horny. He misses sex and he’s angry that even the thought of being with somebody else makes him sick and so he hasn’t even tried. 

He sends the photo. If he can’t have Tommy, at least he’ll have gotten his attention.

His phone vibrates with a message and it sends a thrill up his spine. Before he can open the message, two more come in and the panic sets in. Fuck. What did he do?

He ignores the call coming in. Considers going for a run instead to distract himself. Thinks better of it and opts for a shower instead.

∗∗∗

There’s a knock at Buck’s door just as he’s finished drying off. He ties the towel around his waist and pads to the door.

Buck tries to act surprised, maybe a little confused, but he can’t help the smile that creeps onto his face. “Tommy?” He lets Tommy in and closes the door, resting against it.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Wha—”

Tommy shows him their text thread, already open on his phone.

Buck lifts his chin. “I meant to send that to Eddie.”

Tommy hums. “Did you also mean to like fifteen of Eddie’s photos from 2019?” 

Buck smirks and shrugs. “Had to get your attention somehow.”

Tommy moves closer but doesn’t touch him and before he can do something considerate like ask if Buck’s okay with it, he grabs Tommy’s face and kisses him.

Tommy’s stubble scrapes against Buck’s freshly shaved skin and Buck gets hard so fast he’s dizzy with it. “Bed,” he says, in between kisses. “I need you in my bed like yesterday.”

Tommy looks between them where Buck’s dick is poking out of the gap in the towel, hard and already leaking, and he chuckles. “Baby, I don’t think you’re going to make it that far.” 

“Oh fuck you, Kinard.”

Tommy hums. “Not tonight, dear.” Then he drops to his knees, takes Buck into the wet heat of his mouth, and gives Buck the quickest, most dizzying orgasm of his life.

Buck’s still panting and clinging to Tommy’s shoulders when Tommy suddenly lifts him in a fireman’s carry.

Buck laughs, his first genuine one in months. “Oh my god, put me down you beast.”

“Not a chance, Buckley,” Tommy says, carrying him upstairs. 

∗∗∗

Buck groans and clutches the sheets underneath him, which are soaked with a mixture of his sweat and drool. His chances of crying or coming are pretty even at this point. Except, Tommy won’t let him come, not until he’s named all of the U.S. state capitals. In alphabetical order by state. Buck scoffed when Tommy had set the terms. Easy, he thought, I could do that in my sleep. 

It’s not so easy with Tommy’s tongue in Buck’s ass, his cock leaking into the pillow supporting his hips and it feels like Tommy’s been eating him out for hours and he’s still a little come drunk from his first orgasm and he’s only up to—oh, fuck— “Carson,” Buck moans. “Carson City.” Memories of a late night wiki deep dive ping in his mind. “Oh hey, did you know—”

Tommy chuckles. “Darling, do you want to have to start over? Again?”

Buck whines. Tommy can’t expect him to name fifty state capitals and not go on a tangent about any of them…he knows what he’s doing. And, oh fuck, does he know what he’s doing.

When Buck finally makes it to “Cheyenne,” Tommy calls him good boy and pushes three fingers into his eager, spit-soaked hole and Buck comes so hard he passes out.

∗∗∗

When Buck comes to, Tommy’s next to him, propped up on his elbow. He slides a warm washcloth over Buck’s sticky, cooling skin and doesn’t meet his eyes.

Buck stretches and groans. “We should definitely do that again.” Right now, he thinks, and tomorrow, and every day after. 

Tommy stops his movements and tosses the washcloth aside. “I’m not some toy that you can just pick up and play with when you feel like it, Buck.”

Buck’s brain isn’t completely back online yet, and flashes of a forgotten memory rise to the surface: Buck at age ten, bored and rustling through the garage for something to do. Finding a tub of Maddie’s old Barbie dolls and accessories. An hour later, marrying Ken and G.I. Joe in a gazebo. 

Buck faces Tommy, thinking he would be amused by the story, but stops short at the stormy look on his face. Oh, it’s not a game anymore.

Buck sits up. “Are you serious? You broke up with me, remember?”

Tommy makes a move to get up from the bed, but Buck’s faster, pushing him back down with a firm hand on his chest. 

“You decided you were done with me,” Buck grits out as he straddles Tommy’s hips. He shakes his head, even though Tommy won’t look at him. “No that’s not right—you decided I was done with you.” Buck grabs Tommy’s cleft, forcing Tommy to face him.

There’s a flash of warning in Tommy’s eyes. 

“Who the fuck said I was done with you?”

Tommy stays silent, a stubborn set to his jaw, but he doesn’t look away.

Buck brings Tommy’s hands to the top of the bed, interlacing their fingers. “I’m not done with you.”

Tommy doesn’t pull away.

∗∗∗

Buck wakes the next morning, loose-limbed and lighter than he’s felt in months. The strings of anger that had been holding him up effectively cut, all the fight thoroughly sucked and fucked out of him.

There’s a solid wall of muscle and heat at his back, one hand curled possessively around his waist, small puffs of breath against his neck. Buck turns in the embrace. “Tommy?” he says quietly, like Tommy might disappear if the voice of his hope is too loud.

Tommy opens his eyes. “Evan?”

“You stayed.”

“Yeah,” Tommy says, running his hand through Buck’s curls. “ Guess I’m not done with you yet either.”

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[demonkinguwu]

Ghost Groom Guy my beloved <3

[mayapapaya33]

Wow K's story really is calling everyone on the internet out lol.

"You can't save everything, you can't fix the world, you cannot avert disaster, you cannot shake the firmaments. But you can save, something. Could you imagine what you might do if the wide breadth of your focus was narrowed to a single point." (1:53:55)

This is the way I feel about internet culture and the call for everyone to be involved in everything all the time and if you aren't then you are a bad person who supports bad things because inaction is action, and you need to do something or else blah blah blah. K is such a good presentation of this view taken to an extreme. This whole part of the culture is so bad for everyone's mental (and physical) health, seriously, you wonder why there's a mental health crisis, this shit isn't helping.

People would be much better off, the WORLD would be much better off, if everyone each picked 1-3 things and actively dug into them, rather than kowtowing to this facade of activism that parades around demanding compliance on pain of excommunication. Not only would it be much healthier mentally, it's also a much more effective activism strategy to pick one thing and chip away at it for a decade gathering expertise and connections, than to flit from topic to topic with the news cycle. Typing a post about your feelings on a topic isn't activism. It's not wrong or bad, it's perfectly fine, good even, but it's not activism.

Claiming that if someone doesn't participate in the conversation it means they are automatically part of the problem is so frustrating. We can't all be experts at everything. We can't all know everything about everything. We cannot be in two places at once, let alone five thousand places. Having the energy to be actively engaged in every problem in the world is physically, mentally, and emotionally impossible. You WILL hurt yourself and drive yourself into the ground trying. And if you have to participate in every conversation, OR ELSE, then that will necessarily mean that a lot of people are going to be speaking out of ignorance, with shallow knowledge pools on whatever topic it is. Some people like keeping their mouths shut if they don't fully know what's going on, it doesn't mean they're pro violence or pro government or pro insert here whatever the particular thing you happen to be against is.

[astoryofsuchwoe]

"Have you heard of that resistance group?"

CHAT.... THE RESISTANCE MY BELOVEDS. so sorry if any characters ive drawn are off at all FHBDKSNF

okay. trying to list them off ;

itsaso ; @lookatmysillies

nausikaa ; @rockwgooglyeyes

minerva ; @cloverandstuff

cindy ; @tsukacchako

felix, bastienne, orian and yuuki ; @sotogalmo

token ; @kyokills

vic and trix ; yours truly!

[caecaesclubhouse]

TAWOG art dump (but mostly Clare) 💜

[illiana-mystery]

This man right here is the reason why I now have a priest kink. 😮‍💨

[colebirb]

i love your art!! like, a lot!!! the way you stylize things??? peak. absolutely gorgeous. it's so fun to look at honestly i was staring at your art with a ":0!!!" face just cuz it's so pleasant to look at. please, have enough rest, have a nice day, and stay safe <3

AAAGH🗣❗THANK YOU

[fi3stazo]

To Jose,

What has brought about this vampiric state? How long have you been a vampire?

[heythereimashley]

Look at that hair

[snowy-bones]

Who is it Ash? It is one person or numerous?

I'll let you wonder hehehehehahahahahaha!

[aruwithasketchbook]

Managed to shave off over half of my previous time and got the achievement :D

[simple-persica]

HELLO YES HI!

Ok I am gonna stream today! But I’m all scrambled from move out and my room’s a mess so I don’t know where anything is. I’m still gonna do it, but pardon my scattered tom foolery.

For the stream itself, we’re gonna design New Jersey! So if you wanna hang, bring all the Jersey info you’ve got because I forgot to do significant research

[aeltri]

Why did Karon Maskill let it leak that she and Sir Cliff Richard were an item only to later retract that story? Because what I was told about her MO is true. Turns out Cliff wasn't just closeted but was also a known predator: "Cliff Richard abused children at the Elm Guest House and elsewhere, it has been reported. Sir Cliff once owned a company called Blacknight Limited, an unusual moniker with distinctly occult connotations. Blacknight was registered to an address in Tavistock Square. In another extraordinary coincidence, Cliff Richard's lawyer, Gideon Benaim, has his office in Tavistock Square. Benaim previously represented the notorious convicted paedophile, Roman Polanski." In other words? She had Cliff by the bollocks, so more than trying to beard for her client it was about profiting off of his situation herself. Now I wonder if her unethical behavior prompted Borkowski PR to let her go. The hush money that she shook out of Cliff and other clients allowed her to set up her own agency...

[kathrynmhahn]

the was literally the hottest thing olivia benson has ever done oh my god

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Me, writing a seemingly pointless bridge chapter for chapter 2 but it has some shit that's going to come back during the massive emotional climax of the story