leashy

back in fandom after an almost ten year break / 18+ / i hauve. bills.

[leashybebes]

Hi, I'm leashy. Back in fandom after an almost ten year break. Generally a multi-shipper, although the Buck/Tommy hyperfixation is very real. You can find me on AO3 if you like. I use the tag my writing for stuff I've written on here.

I'm An Old, blog will have 18+ content.

I'm always very happy to talk fic, fandom, whatever, so feel free to send me asks/tag me in stuff, I will giggle and kick my feet embarrassingly.

[leashybebes]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @ambernotember, thank you love! i am open-tagging anyone who has something to share.

here's a little more of this

There's a spot on the bolt of his jaw where Tommy's stubble grows in silver. He has it scattered throughout (including in his chest hair, which made Buck feel fucking feral the first time he noticed it), but that one spot, about the size of the top joint of Buck's index finger, is perfectly silver without a single dark hair in sight. Buck likes to press a kiss to it as they part. He's not sure if Tommy knows why, but he always looks suitably charmed by it. He wants to know when the grays started popping up. Wants to know how long he'll have to wait for Tommy to have more salt than pepper in his beard, on his head, in his chest.

Tommy's hand moves slowly, fingertips skimming up and down the length of Buck's spine. The touch makes him shiver pleasurably and Tommy quirks a smile at him that says it didn't go unnoticed. Buck can feel himself flushing a little, manages to scoot ever so slightly closer, wanting the space between them to evaporate, wanting the touch to continue.

Tommy keeps his nails short and neat. One time, Buck showed up early and got to witness Tommy using a pocket knife to clean underneath them.

"I was working in the garage earlier," Tommy had said, apparently misinterpreting the way Buck was watching as anything other than complete fascination. "Oil's a bitch."

Buck thinks he managed not to make a weird gurgling noise, but he definitely made one in his heart. There was something about the easy, practiced movement, the absolute certainty. Because that's another thing. Buck might be a little obsessed with Tommy's body, but he's definitely completely obsessed with the way he uses his body. And yeah, yeah, in the obvious was of course, but also just — Tommy likes to fidget with things, so Buck has a lot of opportunities to watch those big hands in motion.

Buck sometimes finds himself drifting, dwelling on the agile movement of those thick fingers, jolts back to reality thinking about the way Tommy flips a pen before he uses it. He'd bet actual money that Tommy doesn't even realize he does it — that it's just an old, old habit. He wants to learn all those old habits.

[ambernotember]

More circus au! 🎪

tagged recently by @devirnis @quintessenceofdust88 @capitalnineteen @beanarie @setmeatopthepyre

no pressure tagging yall back as well as @geddyqueer @emphasisonthehomo @rcmclachlan @apollabarnes @wee-fuckin-woo @frogsinflannel @leashybebes @drdone @corporatebanana

She refolded her clothes as she put them away, smoothing out the creases from the time they had spent in the suitcase. These were the remnants of her previous life — two skirts, three tops, a sweater, some underclothes, and what she was wearing. The last thing in the suitcase was a small bundle of Evan’s letters, sent to a friend’s house and carefully hidden there before Maddie had left Boston. She’d smuggled out the clothes when she could, but since all of her clothing was purchased with Doug’s money, he’d considered it his and kept a close eye on it. She’d only managed to salvage this much by making them look beyond repair. It had been worth the anger it had incurred, and she was just glad that for all he knew about sewing up human bodies, he didn’t know anything about clothing.

By the time she was done, Evan had mostly settled, sitting at the small table in the kitchenette, his knee bouncing as he waited for her.

“So? Should we go meet our neighbours?” Maddie asked, trying to project more confidence than she felt. Evan nodded eagerly, standing up so quickly he almost hit his head on the cupboard over the table. They looked at each other and as soon as they made eye contact they started laughing. Maddie was giggling helplessly, her long limbed brother looking so out of place in the tiny space, the reality of their new life starting to sink in.

“We ran away and joined the circus,” she said breathlessly. “I’m going to sing in the circus.”

“I’m going to do — something, in the circus,” Evan said. “We did it, Maddie.”

They had done it. Maddie, smuggled out of Boston by a friend. Trains and buses to get them across multiple state lines. Sleeping in terrible motels and having to stay up all night because there were no rooms, catching cat naps while they traveled. Singing for their food. They were soon to be hidden by the anonymity of the circus, by costumes and makeup.

They caught their breath, Evan wiping at his face with his sleeve, having laughed so hard he’d cried a little bit.

“Okay, let’s try this again,” Maddie said, opening the door and heading down the stairs, Evan trailing after her.

[leashybebes]

leashy !!! If I may make you write, and you feel like it, can I request;

⛓️

thank youuu~

hiiii, my love. okay, we're picking up from here

"You won't fight," he echoes.

Evan shakes his head, bites his lip. "I'll let you do whatever you want," he says, his hand flexing on his thigh.

Tommy lets out a careful exhale but there's no fooling Evan who grins at him, a smile so bright it hurts to look at, feeling like something Tommy should never be allowed to set his eyes on.

"You'll let me do whatever I want," he says, not sure why he's been reduced to just repeating Evan's own words back to him.

Evan lets out a little, bitten-off moan and nods his head. "I'll say no," he says again. "I'll ask you to stop. But I'm gonna let you do whatever you want to me."

"Evan, jesus," Tommy breathes. Evan's eyes crawl over him, hot and visceral as a physical touch.

"Upstairs," he says. "Right now."

"Yeah, yep, absolutely," Tommy agrees, and they scramble their way through the house.

[exhaustedpirate]

hello caro hi caro i love you caro!!! which of your wips are you most excited about finishing? can you maybe 🥺👉👈 share a little about it/of it if you're comfortable?

hello kathy hi kathy i love you kathy!!! i have a lot of them and a lot i really want to finish but i've been working on this one post like 8x15 pre-s9 where buck is Going Through ItTM and i've doing good progress, so let me share a little bit of it just for you!!

His phone rings and it startles him from the slight profile shape of Evan's nose, it startles him from how much he loved tracing it and hear that giggle, so intuitive, so prompt.

His phone rings and it lands on his cheek, it stings.

Tommy retrieves his phone and feels his heart stutter in anticipation.

Sal.

He's meant to be on shift. Tommy sits up on the couch while accepting the call.

"What is it?"

"Get to Presbyterian."

The heart that was already squeezed tight in his chest turns into dust at Sal's tone.

"Who is it, Sal?"

He doesn't wait, though. Getting up from the couch, he grabs his wallet and keys and tries to slip his shoes on all at once. It doesn't quite work.

"Diaz and Buckley were in a car crash," His keys fall on the carpet while his shoe hangs from his foot. "Diaz had to be taken into surgery for a pneumothorax and a broken leg, all clean, should be easy. Buckley dislocated his shoulder and broke his forearm, also a clean break. Bruises and cuts a plenty but nothing major."

"Sal-"

"They're okay, Tommy," Sal says and there's the sound of an engine running in the background. "Chim and Hen are there already and I wanted you to know too."

There was a pause.

Tommy knew his best friend well, so well that Sal refused to play poker with him. He knew him well, they were lethal on a basketball court, on scenes when they worked together. They read each other like books. So Tommy knew Sal was holding something back, even as his heart threatened to jump out through his mouth, just as his lungs complained from lack of use.

"What else, Sal?" He keeps his tone strong, his knuckles white from where he clutches his keys in his hand.

did i just leave yall on a cliffhanger??? yup. i sure did hehehehe thank you for the ask btw i love getting these (even if i'm bad at responding!!)

[scissorsaint]

never let being a lesbian stop you from sexualizing that man

[scissorsaint]

I don't want to fuck him but i think someone should

[idontwanttoboldlygo]

Writing AOS fanfic for the first time, this shit's easy af

[leashybebes]

Hi! ⛓️⛓️⛓️

hiiii, my love! 💛

"I'm worried I'll like it," Tommy admits. "I'm worried about what liking it says about me."

Evan gives him that look that says that if he didn't love Tommy so much he'd pity him for being such a dumbass. "What if it says you're a frustrated theater kid?"

Tommy has to laugh at that. "I'm — what?"

"We're just…playing," Evan says, like it's that obvious and that easy. "It's like…a couple steps up from, oh, Mr Handyman, I'm so sorry, I don't have money to pay. Can we work something out?" He bats his lashes while he says it, ridiculous and beautiful.

"That's…okay," Tommy says, unable to bite back his smile. "Okay, that…yeah. That makes sense."

"Awesome," Evan says, bouncing in his seat a little. His excitement and how casual he is make Tommy feel a little better about it all. "We can start small," he says.

"What…what does small look like?" Tommy asks.

"I don't know, maybe like…I'll say no, but I won't, um…fight," Evan says. His pupils are a little blown, and the idea that he might actually like this, rather than just do it for Tommy's sake makes him feel…almost indescribably lucky.

[refrigeratedwater2]

people who grew up with money will deadass look you in the eye and ask if you’ve ever gone skiing

[tlirsgender]

There's always something so painful about watching a pretty good actor fighting for their life to give a decent performance of an absolutely dogshit script. Putting their whole heart soul and pussy into delivering the stupidest lines you've heard in your life. My god. We have to get them out of there

[kosmogrl]

we got august this week

[tastylemonbread]

daddy wants to see yall on yall baddest behavior. lend me some sugar. I AM your neighbor.

[leashybebes]

snippet sunday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and @quintessenceofdust88, thanks loves! here is uhhhhh 450 words of early days bt which is emphatically NOT what i was supposed to be working on. under a cut for length and light nsfw.

no pressure tagging for @setmeatopthepyre, @wee-fuckin-woo, @corporatebanana, @frogsinflannel, @chimneyschewinggum, @harmless-variety-of-garden-snake, and anyone else who has something they want to share.

"You having fun there?" Tommy asks, his voice rich with amusement. Buck's lost for a moment until Tommy pats the back of his hand and Buck registers that he's idly thumbing at Tommy's nipple, pressing the heel of his hand into the meat of Tommy's pec, just…feeling him up without even consciously deciding to do it.

Buck feels his cheeks flame as he belatedly realizes he's been touching Tommy non-stop since they settled side-by-side in the rumpled sheets. Some of them are touches that would be sexual if they weren't both so wrung out, but plenty of them are just…mapping him out, exploring the boundaries of his body, the different textures, all the little imperfections that just make Buck want him more.

"Sorry," Buck tells him, not meaning it at all, pressing his overheated face to Tommy's shoulder. "Tell me to stop if I'm bothering you."

Tommy shrugs his shoulder gently, enough to make Buck look up at him. Then he curls one of those massive hands around the back of Buck's head and draws him into a kiss. It's hot and slow and so thorough that Buck knows he's probably embarrassingly starry-eyed when it ends.

"You're not bothering me, Evan," Tommy says, his voice is low and so full of possibilities that it takes everything Buck has not to squirm like an over excited puppy.

"Promise?" he asks.

"Promise," Tommy says. "You can touch me however you want.

What a gift. What an offer. What a feast. Buck feels giddy with it.

"Can I suck you again?" he blurts. He didn't even realize he'd been thinking about it, but as soon as he voices it, his mouth feels achingly, sharply empty. It's like hunger pangs, except it's a hunger he never would have expected to feel. He wants Tommy's cock in his mouth so bad.

Tommy laughs in that way he has that feels teasing, but very definitely not mean. His hand moves from the back of Buck's head to his jaw, thumb tracing over Buck's cheek, a soft drag where the pad of it tugs on the thin skin below his eye. God, his hands are so fucking big.

"The spirit is willing, kid, but the flesh is the wrong side of forty," Tommy says. "You're one hell of an inspiration but even so there's no way I'm getting it up again anytime soon."

Buck turns his head until his mouth is pressed against the warm breadth of Tommy's palm. He presses his next question there like a secret.

"Can I do it anyway?"

Tommy makes a low, interested humming noise, like he's recalibrating, like Buck has managed to surprise him.

"Knock yourself out," he says, after a second.

[leashybebes]

💙💙💙💙💙

Super please

thank you! picking up directly from here

Part of him wants to tell Evan to speed it up, get it over with. But a much larger part of him is unspooling, unraveling at the gentle, careful touches.

"You should always use like…a lot more lube than you think you need," Evan tells him. "And there's no shame in starting slow. Anyone who wants to rush you isn't someone you need to be spending your time on. Sorry. Like I said, I talk a lot. Tell me if you want me to shut up."

It's not what Tommy was expecting, honestly. He'd assumed he'd get himself ready for one thing, and he'd assumed it would be mostly silent for another. This is so much better, though. It's not even particularly about what Evan is saying, although it seems like it's probably good advice. It's just the sound of his voice. How steady it is. How the casual tone makes Tommy relax just as much as the careful, slow way Evan's touching him. He thinks about saying that's okay; I like your voice but he's not sure whether that would make Evan uncomfortable.

"That's okay," he manages. "You can talk as much as you want."

Evan laughs, quiet and amused. "Wow. I don't think anyone's ever said that to me before."

[corporatebanana]

hey why didn't tommy kiss buck when buck was sitting all 🥰 on the countertop

[phoebebyers]

[chasoc]

None of this is bad. The Good Place S4E13: Whenever You're Ready