#// buck flirting ??? yep

[trashremover43]

Evan Buckley had always thought of himself as a pretty straightforward guy. He liked fast cars, loud music, and women. That was it. Simple. Straightforward. No complications.

So when Tommy Kinard walked into the firehouse six weeks ago, all tall, broad-shouldered, and blue-eyed, Buck’s first thought had been, Wow, that guy looks like a G.I. Joe action figure. A totally normal, dude-bro thought.

The second thought had been less normal: I wonder what it would feel like to have him look at me like that.

Buck didn’t know what “that” was, exactly, but it kept happening. Tommy would talk to him about a call, or glance his way during a basketball game, and Buck’s brain would short-circuit. The worst part? Buck couldn’t even blame adrenaline for it.

And today, it finally hit him—like a truck, like a ten-car pileup on the freeway, like Bobby’s disappointed face when Buck forgot to check the truck inventory. He wasn’t just thinking about Tommy a lot; he was thinking about Tommy a lot.

It happened mid-lunch. Hen, Chim, Eddie, and Buck were eating in the kitchen when Tommy strolled in, looking stupidly good in a plain black T-shirt and jeans. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, gave everyone a casual nod, and leaned against the counter.

Buck, mid-chew on a sandwich, felt his brain betray him. God, his forearms look amazing. How is that even possible? Who has hot forearms

Hen squinted at him. “You good, Buckaroo? You’ve been chewing that sandwich for about five years.”

“Fine!” Buck practically yelled, swallowing the bite with an audible gulp.

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Uh...okay?”

Buck fled the room, muttering something about checking the inventory.

---

“Let me get this straight,” Hen said later, cornering Buck in the locker room. “You have a crush on Tommy?”

“I—what? No!” Buck’s voice cracked, which immediately betrayed him. “I mean, no. Of course not. That’s ridiculous. I’m...straight.”

Hen crossed her arms and leaned against the lockers. “Sure you are, Buck.”

“I am!”

“Uh-huh. So that’s why you’ve been staring at Tommy like a lovesick puppy every time he breathes in your general direction?”

“I don’t—” Buck stopped. He did. Oh God, he did.

Hen smirked, clearly enjoying herself. “You know what? This is going to be fun. I can’t wait to see how you try to deny this while making a fool of yourself in front of him.”

Buck groaned, slumping against the lockers. “Hen, this isn’t funny. What if...what if he realizes?”

Hen shrugged. “Oh, he won’t. Tommy thinks you’re straight. Chim told him.”

“Chim told him?!”

“Yep.” Hen’s smirk widened. “So, uh, good luck convincing him otherwise.”

---

That night, Buck lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was a whirlwind of questions. Was he really into Tommy? Or was it just some weird, temporary thing?

It’s just a phase, he told himself. Like when I was obsessed with pineapple pizza for two months. That went away.

But then he remembered Tommy laughing at one of Chim’s dumb jokes earlier, the way his whole face lit up, and Buck felt his stomach do a stupid little flip.

Nope. This wasn’t a phase. This was something else entirely.

By 2 AM, Buck had spiraled so far that he found himself googling, “How to seduce a man when you’re not gay but you think you might like him?”

The results were...not helpful.

Step 1: Be confident.

Great, I’m confident. I can do this.

Step 2: Compliment him often, but not too much.

Okay, I can say nice things. Like...“Nice arms, bro.” Wait, no, that’s weird. Damn it.

Step 3: Physical touch can help build chemistry.

Right. Totally casual. Like a shoulder pat. Or...I don’t know, leaning against him during movie night? Would that be weird?

By the time his alarm went off a few hours later, Buck had decided on a plan: he was going to be subtle. Just ease into it. Maybe start with some compliments, see how Tommy reacted.

It would be fine. Totally fine.

---

It was not fine.

By 9 AM, Buck had already managed to embarrass himself twice.

First, during morning roll call, when Bobby was assigning roles for the day. Tommy volunteered for a routine inspection, and Buck, for reasons he couldn’t explain, immediately blurted out, “I’ll go with him!”

The entire team turned to stare at him.

Bobby raised an eyebrow. “I was going to assign Eddie, but...sure, Buck. If you’re that enthusiastic about fire extinguisher checks.”

Tommy just shrugged, but Hen was smirking again.

Second, during the actual inspection, Buck tried to compliment Tommy’s skills. What he meant to say was, “You’re really thorough.” What came out was, “You’re, uh...really good with your hands.”

Tommy froze, extinguisher in hand, and gave Buck the most confused look of all time.

“Thanks?” Tommy said slowly.

Buck wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

---

By lunchtime, Buck was ready to give up. He was a disaster. A walking, talking disaster. Subtlety clearly wasn’t his thing, and Tommy probably thought he’d lost his mind.

But then Tommy walked past him in the kitchen, gave him a brief, curious look, and smiled.

Buck’s heart skipped a beat.

Maybe he wasn’t as hopeless as he thought.

[kinardsboy]

Buddie shippers have tried to coin the moral superiority and high ground with their ship and I’m sick of it

This not only comes from a place of homophobia but also heteronormativity. Buddie is inherently better because “they’re a family” ignoring the fact that Evan and Tommy could easily build their own, they are constantly pushing buddie into heteronormative roles, ESPECIALLY Buck.

They go out of their way and try so hard to prove Tommy never changed for the better, that he is still the same person he was nearly 20 years ago. That he isn’t deserving of Buck, all to prove their claim of “your ship bad and toxic therefore mine better.” Again, putting themselves on the moral high ground so their criticisms and weird hater behavior seems more justified and acceptable than when we speak out.

When that doesnt work? No problem. They just turn to straight homophobia and conservative talking points.

“Tommy wanted Eddie first but settled for Buck” sure man, I’m surprised you could take Eddies dick out of your mouth long enough to type that sentence.

“Tommy only wants sex, like most gay men do” Yes this is an actual quote from a post criticizing Tommy! Again! Homophobia! If Tommy only wanted sex theres.. grindr.. its fucking LA?? However I do find it interesting that the idea of queer men (Gay men especially) wanting sex and not feeling bad about it is something that upsets these people so much.. i wonder why the idea of gay sex makes them uncomfortable 🤔

Which brings me to their next talking point

The daddy kink scene.

I don’t even want to go into the awful violent things that were posted in response to a gay man flirting with his boyfriend, but I’m sure most of you all have seen them already so I’ll keep it vague. We all know Buck initiated that flirting scene, we all know Buck brought up daddy kink and Tommy reciprocated.

But because they can’t possibly imagine their precious little baby Buck partaking in such heinous kinks? Well then it MUST be Tommy who started it! Therefore BuckTommy is bad because Tommy is into “gross” or “immoral” kinks and makes everything about sex and so..? Yep! Buddie better ! Buddie the safe clean option!

SPEAKING of making everything about sex lets talk about the way buddie shippers tried to say “youre a vision in a cone” was about PUPPY PLAY??

Again I find it sooo interesting that these people are trying to base morals and high ground on two men possibly engaging in kink. Isnt that interesting?

The compliment was obviously not puppy play kink but even if it was who the fuck cares? They’re grown ass men? They can partake in kink???

Why are you twice now claiming that BuckTommy , and lets be honest here, mainly Tommy is a bad person and ship because of sexual attraction? Because of kinks?

Good thing their fave is a fucking catholic cause they all sure act like one

[rosyhoneydew]

I Simply Say (Baby)

Written for @bucktommypositivityweek | Day 2: nicknames and terms of endearment.

“Uh, hey, I’m gonna take this for a sec, you want another beer when I come back, Eddie?” Buck asks, already en route to the kitchen. 

“Yeah, thanks,” Eddie says, a knowing smirk on his face.

There’s not really any need for the secrecy, Eddie saw the ‘Tommy ❤️’ contact light up on Buck’s phone, and even if he hadn’t, there aren’t many people Buck would pick up for on guys’ night. But, he still hasn’t quite gotten around to filling Chris in yet. It’s not like he tells the kid about everybody he dates, but this is Tommy and he’s their friend and it would feel too weird keeping that from him. 

Chris got back from Eddie’s parents’ place just over a week ago, and Eddie’s pretty intent on making things feel, as much as possible, like he never left. Buck gets it. Chris leaving was shitty for him, he can’t bring himself to think about how hard these past weeks have been for Eddie. 

“Hey,” he sighs out as he answers the call.

“Hey.” Buck can hear the smile in his voice and it fills him with warmth. He loves that smile. “How’s guys’ night?” Tommy asks. 

“Yeah, yeah it’s good.” Buck leans against the counter, ears tuning in to the light giggles he can hear from the living room. It’s felt like forever since he saw Eddie this carefree. “It’s nice. Feels like old times, you know?” 

Tommy hums a response. 

“Hey, you should come next time,” Buck adds. 

“Me?” 

Buck huffs a small laugh, “Yes, you.” He makes for the fridge, grabbing two beers and cracking them open with the phone wedged between his shoulder and ear. “I mean, Eddie would love it, Chris hasn’t seen you since he left, and that way,” he grabs his phone again, bringing it closer to his mouth like a secret, “I won’t have to miss you all night while I’m here.” 

“Oh yeah? Well, it’s hard to argue with that logic.” Tommy responds. 

Buck smiles, it feels good, flirting like this with Tommy. It’s so easy with the two of them, he’s not sure it’s ever gotten so good so fast with anyone else he’s dated. 

“You finished up your shift?” He asks, guessing the reason Tommy called. 

“Mmhm. Pretty smooth night. I’m headed home now, you going to be a bit?” Tommy asks. 

“Uh, maybe?” Buck reenters the living room, carrying their drinks, to see Eddie and Chris have put away the Xbox, but already queued up a movie. “Yeah,” he amends, “definitely gonna be a little while.” 

Eddie’s such a sucker for the kid right now, he’s probably planning on letting Chris stay up all night if it means spending as much time as possible with him. 

Tommy laughs on the line. “All good, sweetie, have fun, okay? Tell them I say ‘hi.’” 

“Buck! Hurry up, we’re hitting play,” Chris calls out.

“Okay, love you, baby,” Buck says to Tommy, quickly hanging up the phone.

He gets a few steps closer to the couch before he realizes he said all of that out loud and in front of Eddie and Chris. Oops. 

“Who was that?” Chris asks, teasing note in his voice. God, that kid is more and more like his dad every day. 

“Uh, that- that was Tommy. The pilot from Harbor station?”

“I remember Tommy,” Chris says. “You called him ‘baby.’”

“Yeah, uh, we’re sort of together now.” Buck sets their beers down on the coffee table for something to do.

“Like boyfriends?” 

“Yep.” 

“Oh,” Chris says. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Good question.

“Well, I guess I just… I didn’t want to surprise you too much?” He finally settles into his spot on the couch again. 

“I don’t care who you’re dating.” 

Buck laughs at that, finally feeling the tension break. There wasn’t much, Chris is a good kid, but he can’t help that knee-jerk reaction for a second when he’s telling someone new. 

“Well I do care who you’re dating and I’m happy for you and Tommy,” Eddie finally chimes in, smiling between the two of them. 

“You know, I thought maybe he could come over next week for guys’ night?” Buck offers. 

“Sure,” Chris says, “Tommy’s really cool.” 

“Yeah, he is, huh?” Buck says. Because Tommy might be the coolest, best person he knows. 

“Works for me,” Eddie says, leaning over to hit play on Close Encounters, “but we are not watching Star Wars with him, again.” 

Chris laughs and Buck rolls his eyes fondly as the music fades in on the TV. A few minutes later his phone chimes and lights up again with a message, I love you too, honey ❤️.

[alchemistc]

swing for the fences

He's already fucked up enough dates with his drama, he's thinking to himself as he sips his wine, and god, yeah, it's absolutely great that Tommy clocked the mood change bringing up Bobby caused, but Buck - he sort of just wants a moment in this, in this new thing that sort of turned his world upside down in the best way.

So. He lobs a softball, straight down the middle, throws out an easy daddy issues one liner, because he knows a little more about Tommy than he did a few weeks ago, knows he's got a quick mind and excellent timing and maybe he's fishing, just a little. There's been hints of it -- the dynamic that could evolve, if the right circumstances were met.

It's low hanging fruit, and Buck knows it. But Tommy doesn't swing, lets it fly right into the catchers mitt behind him, so Buck goes for a slider. Or maybe it's a knuckleball - he's mixing metaphors and the point is Tommy is an excellent flirt and Buck would like to be flirted with, please and thank you.

"But you think I do?"

There's a flash of a moment (sixty feet, six inches from mound to home plate) where Buck thinks it might be another swing and a miss. Tommy's eyes catch his --not that they've been off of him much for most of the evening, (god he's drowning in the prolonged eye-contact)-- and then, deadpan, Clack-Boom, knock it out of the fucking park --

"God I hope so."

Buck hadn't actually been sure if that was a thing he was into, but -- Jesus, yeah, yep, he's into it. It's a fight not to squirm in his seat, and Tommy clocks it, easy.

"Touch 'em all time," Buck murmurs, under his breath, thrown back to the radio calls he'd listened to in the Jeep on his drives through the mountains, the summer he spent in Colorado. Tommy quirks a brow.

"It's -- it's a baseball -- you sorta have to be in my head to get --." But he explains anyway, because for some unknown reason his filter goes from leaky to absolutely obliterated in Tommy's presence, and he's also desperately into the way Tommy looks at him when he's on a tangent -- intent, focused, like he's cataloging the questions he's gonna ask once Buck slows down the train.

Halfway through his convoluted explanation about home run calls and living west of the divide and ranch hand duties and then looping right back around to his murky metaphor for the way Tommy flirts and how it makes his heart beat out of his chest and his femoral artery throb in his thigh (Tommy grins, wide, pleased, eyes going a little dark even though it's the most ridiculous way to say he's hard up and hot for him) Tommy leans back, hooks his foot around Buck's ankle and rests it there, just a steady pressure.

"I have so many questions, but the most pressing one right now is do you have pictures of the ranch hand summer?"

Buck grins, and presses the meat of his calf back into Tommy's toes.

[willmiwi]

I need Jealous Buck to make a comeback sooooo bad . So maybe Buck wants to go to a gay bar w his friends, so it goes: Buck, Hen with Karen, tommy, Josh and Eddie. (He hesitates a little at first, but he pulls the best friend card some puppy eyes and he's immediately on board) And they're all having fun chatting. Eddie goes to get them all more drinks and.... He starts taking too long. Buck figures he went to the bathroom but then Hen says "huh . that guy is flirting w Eddie" and bucks turns around and yes, some guy is leaning over talking like they're having the best time and Eddie doesn't... look like he wants to run off. He looks relaxed even, with a smile of his own too... and then. To make matters worse he's giving his phone to the guy and oh yep . Eddie just gave someone who was clearly flirting w him his phone number. He then gets back and takes a seat like nothing's happened and everyone's staring at him. Eddie eventually notices something's up and goes "....What" and everyone starts asking questions like "who was he?" "did you know him?" "Eddie. He was obviously flirting with you." At this Eddie stops at that for a moment and goes "Was he?" . Stops again. Shrugs. Keeps drinking his beer w a slight smile on his face. And everyone moves on but Buck can't for some reason and so he goes "So what. are you... gonna call him?" Eddie shrugs again and buck ... Oh he doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all. He doesn't know the guy Eddie was talking to but he knows he doesn't deserve him. He's suddenly pissed, night ruined and turns around and Tommy's giving him an amused look that tells him maybe he's overreacting a little. And he tries to smile to tell him he's okay but spends the rest of the night thinking about it.

[wannabanauthor]

The little nuances of BuckTommy always gets to me. I’ve rewatched their first kiss scene nearly everyday. Seriously, it’s my bedtime routine to watch it multiple times before going to bed.

Anyway

It takes pictures of that scene for me to realize how fucking scared and terrified Tommy was after their first kiss. He’s able to exhale, but the look on his face was so serious and scared. He knew what a huge risk it was to kiss Buck (known womanizer who used to have sex in the fire engine), but he did it anyway. He didn’t even have a hint of a smile until Buck says “yeah, that works”. Then he smile slightly and asks if the kiss was okay because he can’t help but feel giddy.

I do love that Tommy likes to pretend to be the overt confident one, and it works for Buck because he believes it without a second thought. But seeing Tommy’s confidence shaken for a few seconds was gold to me! It makes him human and endearing. It also illustrates that even though he’s been out and around the block a few times, there’s still that fear that even in LA (a city that pretends to be progressive yet is trying to get rid of homeless people for the Olympics), he could be in danger of homophobia. Yet he thinks and is correct that he’s collected enough evidence to prove that Buck is into him, yet it’s still a leap.

I love Tommy Kinard so much.

Now onto his soulmate, Evan Buckley:

Nearly every single scene or moment before the first kiss, Buck is smiling at Tommy.

In the helicopter, smiling at Tommy.

After Bathena is reunited, Buck is touching Tommy and smiling at him.

During the tour, lots of smiling.

During the basketball scene when they chat at the beginning, Buck is smiling so hard at Tommy. The way he smiles so big when Tommy fist bumps him, and the way his eyes follow Tommy onto the basketball court. God, Buck was crushing so hard.

Even when Tommy showed up to the loft to talk to him, Buck’s first expression (or one of the firsts) was elation. He got Tommy’s attention. Sure, he showed up to Buck’s home unannounced, but Buck was internally happy. He tried to play it off like it was nothing and tried to act surprised, but secretly he was like “yes, I’ve gotten his attention”, but then there was the confused look when he closed the door.

His expression of “I wanted this so badly, but now that he’s here I don’t know what to do” but good thing Tommy had a conversation topic on mind and a schedule to keep.

I swear, sometimes, I think Tommy plans for his interactions with Buck to be kept short so he can seem even more cool when he has to leave. I’m totally not projecting my own method of flirting of “hey look at all the cool plans I have, don’t you want to spend time with me”.

Back to the point:

Even after the kiss, Buck was elated again when Tommy asked him out. His face was so pure and excited when he said “Yes, I’m free”. He finally got what he wanted, and he wanted it even after the kiss. He was ready to be Tommy’s one and only.

Actually, Buck reminds me of that shark post of when lemon sharks get jealous of tiger sharks who befriend the lemon shark’s human scuba diver friend. Idk if it’s actually true about sharks, but that is clearly Evan Buckley coded. Let me find that picture…

Yep, this is definitely Evan Buckley when it comes to Tommy 🤣

I don’t even remember what my original point of this post was, oops.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Sweet Pumpkin Chapter 2

Summary:  Bucky is struggling with the dating world and knows that if he ever hopes to have a serious relationship, that he needs to get through his touch deprivation issues.  It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch people, or them to touch him, but after decades of pain he doesn’t know how to accept physical intimacy from others, or how to give it himself.  He hires Y/N, an intimacy coach and professional cuddler, who comes highly recommended.  Will his heart be able to distinguish between a service given versus real love?

Warnings: mentions of past violence and past sexual assault, language, physical intimacy, eventual smut

**curvy reader

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Bucky saw Y/N every Friday for the next two months.  They had made great strides together, and he was able to be touched without immediately shrinking away or flinching.  He now greeted her with a hug every time she opened the door, smiling widely at him with that same twinkle in her eye.  He was able to hold her gaze without feeling the need to look away, to touch her without hesitation.  

“I think we’re ready for the bed,” Y/N announced.

“The bed?” Bucky asked.

“Yep!” she said cheerfully.  She walked over to the bed and climbed up, sitting on the end by the wall, her hands in her lap and her legs spread out in front of her.  She leaned back against the wall and then patted the spot next to her.  “Come sit with me, Buck.”  Bucky followed her and sat next to her on the bed.  They had sat next to each other on the couch not far from the bed, so this wasn’t much different.  She watched him then looked ahead of herself.  “Alright, now I want you to reach over and put your hand on my thigh.”

“Your thigh?” Bucky said incredulously.  “What is this, a date?”

“Yes,” Y/N smirked.  “Pretend you’re on a date with some pretty person and you’d like to reach over and hold onto their thigh.”

Bucky was still surprised, glancing down at her legs.  “Okay,” he said.  “Not hard to pretend when I’ve got a pretty lady right next to me already.”

Y/N snorted, covering her face with her hands as she laughed, Bucky chuckling next to her.  He’d been a lot more personable and flirty with her the last month as he became more comfortable.  They teased each other, Bucky using humor as a way to lighten the mood whenever there were heavy or serious moments.  “Such a flirt,” she scoffed.  Bucky smiled but reached out and gripped her thigh, just a few inches above her knee.  “Easy,” she said, tapping his hand on her thigh proudly.  “Okay, now put your arm around my shoulders.”  Bucky moved that same arm up and over her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.  “Very good,” she said, and he felt a tug of his heart at the praise.  “Can I put my head on your shoulder?” she said, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” Bucky said.  Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder.  They sat like that in silence for a moment before Bucky leaned his head down to rest on top of her head.  

“Very good,” she praised him again.  “Is that comfortable for you?”

“Yes,” he agreed.  “I think I can handle the basic date touching, Y/N.”

“I’m sure you can,” Y/N said, moving to sit back up.  Bucky begrudgingly lifted his head and moved his arm back to his side.  She suddenly sat up on her knees to face him and leaned forward towards his face.  “Staring contest, go!” she said loudly.

Bucky’s lips tightened into a thin line as he tried not to laugh, his eyes widening as he stared at her.  “Jesus, Y/N, why do you keep doing this when you know you’re gonna lose?”

“It’s an exercise,” she explained simply, shrugging one of her shoulders.  “Keeping prolonged eye contact is extremely intimate, and important when talking to people so they feel like they’re being seen and listened to.”  

Bucky huffed a laugh.  “Sure, or it could just be your excuse to look at me,” he teased, arching his eyebrow at her and his eyes narrowing.

She narrowed her eyes back at him.  “Could be. I mean, for 107 you don’t look half bad.”

“Half bad?” Bucky said, tilting his head at her.  “I look fucking hot for 107.”  She fought a wide smile, making her lips twitch in the corners.  He could see her eyes starting to water and decided to up the ante.  Their faces were already close together, just a few inches away, another thing they’d worked on, but now he slowly leaned forward until his nose was nearly touching her nose.  Y/N’s eyes fluttered but didn’t quite close.  “Just admit it, you think I’m hot, don’t you?” he teased.

Y/N’s eyes widened then shut tight.  “Goddammit,” she swore, leaning back and rubbing her eyes.  

Bucky laughed.  “I win,” he said jovially.

“Yeah yeah,” Y/N laughed.  “We’ve still got about 15 minutes.  Did you wanna try cuddling today?”

Bucky nodded.  As much as it was important for him to be able to learn to be in such close proximity with someone, he had been waiting for this part of their sessions.  “Yeah.  How did you want to…?”

Y/N smiled then moved back to where she was before.  She laid down, keeping her upper half slightly propped up in the pillows behind her head.  “Let’s start with me holding you,” she said.  “Unless you’d rather be the big spoon first?”

“The big spoon?” Bucky laughed.  

“You’ve never heard of being the big spoon or little spoon?” Y/N laughed.  “God you’re so old.”

“Hey, that’s ageist,” Bucky said, his hand against his chest.  “How disrespectful of your elders!”

“Oh shut up and get down here,” Y/N huffed, opening her arms up to him.

Bucky chuckled again and slid himself down so he was laying next to her.  They had never done this before, but he felt no fear or worry about it.  He wanted to feel her, for her to hold him, and happily accepted her embrace.  She guided him to rest his head against her chest, just under her chin, then sat still and held him, her hands randomly moving up and down his upper back.  He wrapped his flesh arm around her, his metal arm tucked underneath himself and resting between them across her stomach.  

“How does this feel?” Y/N asked quietly.

“Amazing,” Bucky answered honestly, his cheek slightly squashed against her sternum.  His flesh arm around her pulled her closer to him.  Y/N hummed as she leaned her head down to rest on top of his head.  They sat in silence for a few more minutes, Bucky nearly being lulled to sleep by the beating of her heart.  Her hand on his back moved slightly up and over the back of his neck and it made him shiver.  “Could you, uh…” he paused, feeling embarrassed.

“What is it?” Y/N asked.

“Could you run your fingers through my hair, please?” Bucky whispered.

Y/N huffed a laugh and squeezed him.  “Sure thing, hot stuff,” she said.

“I knew it!” Bucky said loudly, his arm squeezing her again.

“Yeah yeah, you’re hot, whatever,” Y/N said nonchalantly as her hand reached up and her fingers started slowly scratching down his scalp through his hair.

“Oh my god,” Bucky sighed, feeling like he was melting into her.  Y/N’s chest jiggled as she silently laughed.  

“I’ve got you,” she whispered into his hair.  “Just relax.”

Bucky nuzzled into her chest.  He wanted to bury into her, to stay like this forever.  He was proud of himself for how far he’d come over the last two months, but now he was worried.  What would happen if she felt like he was done with their sessions?  He’d gotten to know her pretty well over their time together, and she knew him better than anyone else in his life at this point.  She had quickly become his safe space, and he knew he was in trouble from that first night when she let him touch her face, tracing over her lips.  

He was dozing off until she tapped his shoulder.  “Bucky, wake up,” she called to him softly.  “Our time’s up.”

Bucky whined.  “No, five more minutes.”

Y/N giggled.  “I know, but it’s time.”  She started to unwind her arms from around him, forcing him to get up.  He slowly sat up, yawning and stretching as Y/N scooted to the end of the bed and sat facing him.  “How did cuddling feel?” she asked, watching him intently.

“Great,” Bucky answered, smiling at her tiredly.  

“Good,” Y/N breathed with her own tired smile.  “I’ll see you next week.”

Bucky nodded, standing and then reaching a hand out to her to help her up.  She took it and stood and then he pulled her hand to make her close to him and quickly hugged her.  “Thanks,” he said quietly.

“No problem,” Y/N replied.

@mishkatelwarriorgoddess @cjand10 @railmesebstan

[eddiegettingshot]

Literally I remember when bi buck happened and tim was like well buck has been bi coded the whole time. he flirted with a man once in s1. And then he didnt give any other examples of buck being bi coded. Because well. we all know what those are (and also the way oliver will only confirm certain things were bi coded when being prompted. Like whatta man. Hmmm)

lmao tim being like yeah there were all these moments. and the moments were tapeworm guy and buck Connecting with a gay couple and then what were essentially a couple of offhanded jokes. and everyone is like yep exactly! buck has been so bisexual all along! But then when i say that the way eddie treats buck vs his exes could be similarly and more easily recontextualized… and when i point out that buck and eddie’s co-parenting/partnership is actually taken so seriously by the narrative that it’s irrevocably baked into the show and that perhaps that means or could mean something… and that just because they haven’t done it doesn’t mean it isn’t there… well suddenly i’m insulting the sanctity of male heterosexuality and friendship and seeing things that aren’t real. and the whole time we are talking about an analysis of 911 on abc which is not actually that hard to understand.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Frat Bro x Shy! Fem! Reader

TW: Drugging, dubcon, spanking

Part two

“Do I have to go to this party? I’m not very good at interacting with people,” You say, putting a sweater over your dress to cover up the cleavage.

“Yep! I’m not letting you stay in the dorm all week anymore. Come on, they have a library they barely use at the frat house. You can hide out in there if you really don’t want to interact with anyone,” Your friend, Cassidy, says, grabbing your hand and walking you to the party. “You’ll have fun. I promise.”

The frat house is covered in lights with a banner saying “Welcome Party Goers!” hanging over the balcony. The loud music and drunken conversations make you nervous.

“Cassidy, why are people looking at me?” You ask, buttoning up your sweater.

“It’s nothing. People are just shocked to see you outside the dorm. Come on, someone special wants to meet you,” Cassidy replies, walking you through the crowd of people. “Alright, she’s all yours.”

“Cass, what-oh, hi. Who are you?” You ask the tall tan boy with ginger hair, brown eyes, and freckles in front of you.

“Ben, but I’m sure you’ll be used to saying my name by the time this party is over,” Ben says, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you to the library. “We’ll have so much time together.”

“Oh…yay,” You mutter, shrinking in Ben’s grip.

When you go into the library, Ben locks the door behind you.

“Don’t look so panicked. We’ll have a nice fireside chat,” Ben says, sipping out of his red cup. “Here, have a drink.”

Ben takes your red cup and pours half of his drink into your cup. His eyes are staring at your cup.

“It’s ok. I don’t have any harmful germs,” Ben says, guiding you to a velvet couch.

You hesitantly drink what’s in your cup and cough as the harsh mixture goes down your throat. Suddenly, your body starts to feel hot. You try to unbutton your sweater, but your hands are too sweaty.

“Do you need help unbuttoning your sweater?” Ben asks, looking at the fireplace.

You slowly nod your head, and Ben’s hands are already groping your body while taking your sweater off.

“You’re lucky you’re with me. If any other boy saw you like this, they’d ravage you like a little lamb. Good thing you have me to protect you forever,” Ben states, rubbing your body as your head rests on his shoulder.

“Ben-Benny, I want your shirt off. It’s heating up too quickly,” You ask, cuddling Ben.

“Aw, sure thing, baby," Ben replies, removing his shirt and throwing it to the floor.

Your hands wander on Ben's chest, and the redhead boy chuckles.

"Enjoying the view?" Ben teases, leading your hands lower and lower.

You kiss Ben on the lips and trail down his neck.

"Oh, baby, I think you want more than my shirt off," Ben flirts, unbuckling his pants.

Ben peels the straps of your dress down and unveils your boobs. He rubs your nipples, making your hand go to your crotch. Pleasure fills your body as Ben's touch fuels the paced rubbing of your pussy.

"Ah, ah, ah, Y/N. You don't get to cum from your fingers in my presence. Let's move those panties out of the way so I can work properly," Ben says, pulling your hand out of your panties.

You whine as your hand leaves but quickly hold Ben's hand as his fingers enter your vagina. Your moans echo through the library, and the dress falls to the floor. You can't help but kiss Ben's neck as his finger move in and out of your pussy faster.

"Oh, it's ok, baby. You'll be cumming soon," Ben says, his free hand groping your ass. "Your pussy is gripping my fingers so tightly. Are you going to let my fingers go?"

His teasing sends you over the edge, and you cum all over his fingers. His hand stays in you for a minute before laying your head on his chest. He opens his mouth and sucks off your cum from his fingers. Ben slides down the couch in ecstasy, and you take the chance to put your hands down his tighty whities. His hips buck from your hand, and he seals any moans he has with a kiss. Tongues twist, and saliva is drooling down mouths as you jack Ben off.

"Faster," He moans, taking his pants and underwear off. "Make your boyfriend cum and make a mess of your fingers."

You do as he says and speed up the pace of your hand. You don't know if it's the light from the fire, but seeing Ben's body glimmer from the sweat is driving you up the wall. Ben releases an animalistic moan, and he spills his sperm on your fingers. You lick your hands clean, making your body shiver.

"Why does it taste so good?" You ask, your free hand going to your naughty pussy again.

Ben slaps your ass hard, and you moan like you've been in a chastity cage for a lifetime.

"Didn't I tell you no masturbating in my presence? Your pussy needs to learn to listen. Bend over the couch and make your ass perky in the air," Ben commands, his words sounding more slurred than when he was drinking.

You obey him, and soon, a sole finger traces your labia and clitoris.

"Benny, I want it," You beg, wiggling your ass if that would give you mercy.

"Nope," Ben laughs, spanking you. "Aw, your pussy is so puffy and wet. How about I lick it all up?"

Ben's tongue slowly goes from your tailbone to your pussy, making sure to give your vagina a flick. Your hands move to his head, but he swats them away.

"Hands on the couch, now," Ben instructs, making your pussy drool.

Ben takes a singular lick, and you twitch. Ben smirks at your reaction and gives your fat pussy a long slow lick. You practically collapse from the pleasure but find a way to keep your legs from giving out. Ben licks your pussy slowly two more times, then shocks your system by doing it rapidly.

"Yes, Ben, more! More, more, more, more!" You moan, struggling to keep your hands on the couch. "Fuck, make me cum!"

Ben gives your pussy a big smooch, and you're cumming and squirting all over his face and the couch. He flips you over, and almost knowing what to do, you spread your legs for Ben. He sticks his cock in your cum covered pussy and begins to ruin you all over again. The sound of skin slapping together is almost like a hypnotic trance to you as the pleasure builds up inside of you.

"Look at you. You can barely keep yourself together with my six inches in you. I wanna empty my balls into your pussy so bad," Ben rambles, keeping a steady pace of thrusts.

"Uh-huh, yeah, empty your cock into my pussy, Benny," You moan, holding your legs open.

"Keep calling me that, baby," Ben moans, speeding up his thrusts.

"Benny! Benny! Benny! Benny!" You chant, sending both of you into overload mode. "Oh, Ben, baby, I love you!"

"Y/N, I love you too! God, I wanna fuck you this good forever!" Ben screams, shooting a continous stream of cum into you.

He thrust for a couple more minutes, letting you cum on his dick. When you do, he pulls out and immediately kisses you.

"I'm so glad you decided to be mine. Don't worry, I'll take you shopping for a plan b tomorrow morning," Ben says, immediately cuddling your body.

You start to cry, and Ben soothes you by rubbing your back.

"You did so well, darling. I know you're a virgin and occassionally masturbate from time to time, so having a cock in you must've been hard. Aren't you glad I gave you my drink to relax?" Ben says, repeatedly kissing your head.

"Yes, I'm so glad, Benny Boo. You did great, too," You compliment, hugging Ben.

And so, the beginning of an interesting relationship began.

Let me know if you want a part two in the reblogs or comments.

[buddieisgoingcanon25]

You wanna know the craziest part of the fact Eddie interrupts Buck clearly flirting with two men that both are TK 😂🙂‍↔️ like that’s intentional you can’t convince me otherwise

Yep that is freaking crazy…

[ranbling]

Buck was completely ooc in 7x04. In no world would Buck intentionally hurt Eddie, not apologize or check to see if Eddie is ok, and then use the fact that he intentionally hurt Eddie as a way to flirt with Tommy. 7x04 was far and away bucks worst episode

Yep. I love Buck, but he was kinda out of character the whole season tbh (except for the cruise ship arc maybe)

I don't think 7×04 works 'cause the episode doesn't make sense even as a "looking back everything will make sense" kinda episode. Except for maybe the hangar scene, Buck never shows any interest in Tommy and gets jealous when Tommy spends too much time with Eddie. Because he's taking Eddie's attention. And Tommy does not seem interested in Buck in any way. He takes Eddie to cool things (ringside seats to a sold out match) and his whole "Eddie can have more than one friend" talk is condescending as fuck.

Also, I do not think Eddie would give out Buck's address to someone he knows for a week, and Tommy had no part inserting himself into that situation.

I also hate Buck during the hospital wedding. Standing in the back and then leaving during it just to kiss your situationship??? Not cool

[beyourownanchor6]

thanks for the tags loves @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @wikiangela 🩵

—fuck it, i started a new wip 😌

A tug on his jeans had him looking down, Christopher’s adorable little face looking up to him.

“How much longer dad?”

Eddie chuckled. To him, it hadn’t felt like anytime at all, Eddie understanding that the teachers were going through paperwork and protocol before they could get the move on, but to an eager seven-year-old, it probably felt like an eternity.

“I’m sure they’re almost ready. Why don’t you hang out with your friends until it’s time?”

Christopher frowned. “Can you go ask dad, please?”

Eddie would rather do anything else, thanks. But, when your kid was your world, and his big puppy dog eyes were looking up to you, well—he was only human.

Eddie gave Chris’ shoulder a squeeze before looking around, spotting what looked to be a teacher. Well, they had a clipboard in their hands at least.

Walking toward the teacher like person, Eddie stopped as he got closer, clearing his throat.

“Um, excuse me, are you one of the teachers?”

The teacher turned around to face him, Eddie suddenly a little short on words. The guy had dirty blonde hair with a blotchy birthmark cutting just above his left eye. It was stark against the man’s face, but somehow perfectly adorable. And then there were his eyes, so blue, like an ocean Eddie wanted to dive right into; he wouldn’t mind being swept away.

“Oh yea, hi. I uh, I’m Mr. Buck.”

Of course he was.

When Eddie didn’t answer for a few moments, the teacher—Mr. Buck—spoke again.

“Are you uh, one of the parent chaperones?”

Right, he was here for Chris, his son, this man’s student.

“Yea.” Eddie stuck his hand out in proper greeting, a soft smile spreading across Mr. Buck’s face as he took Eddie’s hand in his. “I’m Eddie Diaz, Chris—”

“Christopher’s dad! Wow, your kid is just amazing.”

Eddie found his own smile widening at that, Mr. Buck blushing when he realized his hand was still in Eddies. Mr. Buck ducked his head a little shyly before releasing Eddie’s hand, Eddie feeling a little empty all at once.

“Well, he thinks very highly of you too.”

“He-he, he does?”

Mr. Buck seemed shy, Eddie finding it all too adorable.

“Yep, I’d say you’re his favorite teacher. He says you have the coolest classroom and the best stories.”

Mr. Buck laughed at that.

“Well, I don’t like to brag, but my classroom is pretty badass.” Buck gave a little wink before he raised his brows in horror. “Shit…I-I mean, shoot, uh, I-I promise I don’t curse in front of the kids, or-or anything like that, and—”

Eddie waved him off. “It’s ok, I’m sure my kids heard worse from me when I’m dealing with those godforsaken computers nowadays.”

“Yea, Christopher’s mentioned a few times you aren’t good with technology.”

Mr. Buck raised his brows playfully, Eddie feeling his cheeks flush a little. Was this guy—flirting with him? Eddie quickly reminded him this was Christophers teacher and that he needed to relax.

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[foone]

I dreamed I was at the airport, working on some electronics while I waited for my plane. They announced they were boarding, but it took me too long to stuff the electronics in my purse that I wasn't let on the plane, because apparently this plane worked on a first-come-first-serve system, who cares if you have a ticket?

So I went to reschedule the flight, but they gave me a book. An old looking book. I turned to one of my fellow didn't-make-it-on-the-flight passengers and said "I bet you ten bucks this book mentions countries that don't exist anymore".

I turn to the back, and yep. There's a bunch of ads for phone sex numbers, which are sorted by the country of the girls (because this book is for international travelers, I guess?). And I see HOT CZECHOSLOVAKIAN BABES as one of the ads.

Anyway I'm trying to figure out how to get home since I missed my flight. I see a sign saying "next flight, 30 minutes" and think I just need to wait, but then I realize that just means the next flight leaving from that gate, not necessarily the next one going to my destination.

I go looking for a map of flights, and then FINALLY remember it's the future and I have a smart phone. I pull it out to search for flights, but get distracted by a private message. It says "hey I know we haven't talked, but can you do me a favor? Can you send me your nudes?"

From @demilypyro.

It wasn't flirting, it wasn't like "oh obviously in this dream I have some kind of existing relationship with her where that would make sense", nope!

It was just the kind of message you might get from some streamer you follow, in the same tone they might privately ask you to reblog a donation post or send them a link to a mod you had talked about... Except for some reason it was @demilypyro asking for my nudes.

It wasn't even sexy in the dream. It was just "wait, what the fuck? I don't know you that well, I don't really take and send nudes, and I AM CURRENTLY STRANDED IN AM AIRPORT, CAN THIS MAYBE WAIT?"

Whatta hell.

[instructionsnotincluded]

My monday is off to a horrible start… any chance for a happy True North snippet?

Oh nooooooo! That is the worst! I feel like that's where I was last week! Yes! We can have a snippet! (And the whole chapter should be out by this afternoon!!)

18+ MDNI | Flirting, Rose is interested in getting to know more people, references to sex 😉

“Colonel Harding is also here,” Rose tilted her head as her eyes swept the room, “speaking of a man I’d like to get to know…”

Frank was pretty sure her brain stopped working, eyes shooting to look at Rose with a dumb expression across her face, her feet coming to a stop as Rose paused to glance towards her, “You’re interested in Harding?”

“How old do you think he is?” Rose asked, “Mid thirties? Tell me he doesn’t look dapper in his uniform…”

“No, older,” Frank swallowed, her mouth suddenly very dry, “and not something you should consider.”

“You’re no fun,” Rose sighed and Frank moved forward towards the group of boys, no longer wanting to have this conversation with her friend, her cheeks warming at just the thought. “But you know what could be fun? An evening with that mustache.”

“No, no, no, no,” Frank squeezed her eyes closed, “I need to wash my brain out. He’s a Colonel Rose. You know that’s frowned upon. Dorothy would—”

“You can be such a prude sometimes, Frank.”

“It’s not a matter of sex, Rose. It’s rank and status and you sleeping with him could cause a world of trouble for the ATA…”

Rose waved her off, but before she could reply they reached the boys.

“Look who it is,” Bucky greeted the girls first, moving the glass from one hand to the other before reaching out his right to Frank, pulling her towards him until he was able to comfortable slip his arm around her waist, her back to his chest, Jack Kidd giving them both smiles in greeting before he slipped away to talk with someone else, “I thought maybe you two changed your minds on the party…”

“No, definitely not,” Frank felt her body relax into him, enjoying being this close to him now, “just running a little late.”

“It’s my fault—I didn’t have the right underwear.”

Buck choked into his glass, shaking his head back and forth as he attempted to get himself under control, Bucky handing Frank his glass before whacking a hand across his friend’s upper back. “You alright there, Buck?”“Yep,” Buck’s voice was rough, the blonde still trying to recover from his drink going down the wrong pipe, “never better.”

[littlespoonevan]

For the wip ask princess diaries 2 AU!

thanks, bud!! this one was a little bit of a rework of a royalty au wip that has literally been sitting in my docs since the end of 2021 askdjh so it's half princess diaries 2, half my original fic premise: basically eddie is in line to ascend the throne but Of Course helena and ramon want him to marry before he does. this leads to eddie being engaged to maddie through an arranged marriage orchestrated by the diaz/buckley parents.

buck, understandably worried about her sister's wellbeing and safety after her last relationship with doug, weasels his way into being a sort of 'chaperone' during maddie and eddie's courtship when maddie goes to stay at the palace and is ofc determined to find something wrong with eddie so maddie doesn't have to go through with the wedding

cue: buck and eddie falling stupidly in love with each other while maddie falls for eddie's personal security guard, chimney 😏

i'm currently a chapter into it but i have the next 3-4 chapters plotted out so i know where it's going! it'll be getting all my attention once my eddie vs romance fic is done but in the meantime here's a little snippet:

“So have you ever been to the palace before?” Chimney asks. He’s fallen into step with Maddie on their walk up the stairs, with Bobby, Hen and Athena bringing up the rear. Maddie’s brother walks alongside Eddie, their shoulders bumping every so often in a way that feels pointed. “Once,” Maddie says behind him. “For a ball a few years ago.” It was probably his twenty-fifth birthday party. His mother had invited just about the entire country in the hopes of finding him a potential suitor. “Must’ve been before I started working here,” Chimney says. “I’m sure I would’ve recognised you otherwise.” And Eddie knows what Chim actually means is that it’s his literal job to know every single person that ever steps foot through the palace doors. It just really sounds like he’s flirting with Eddie’s potential fiancée. Biting the inside of his cheek to conceal a smile, Eddie clears his throat and turns his attention to Maddie’s brother. He’s got the distinct feeling the guy already doesn’t like him. “And you, Buck? Did you attend the ball as well?” Buck doesn’t answer right away and when Eddie glances in his direction he looks like he swallowed a lemon. “Uh no. No, I- wasn’t in attendance.” Okay. So he definitely already doesn’t like Eddie. “Oh. Well, I’m sure you had much more exciting things to do than come to some high society ball-“ “Yep,” Buck interrupts, tone clipped. “I was- …travelling at the time.”

[classypaperpenguin]

RADIOAPPLE SHIP

Alastor (the radio demon) walks into the room, sees lucifer, and decides to walk up to him. Smile, (obvi) and walk past.

Lucifer (gay panic) blushes because of the tall;short dynamic. It seemed to trigger a flashback, apparently they knew each other, on earth. Lucifer found Alastor on the ground in the forest, (covered in blood) And Alastor is STILL smiling. Lucifer is concerned and asks him, 

“What the hell happend to you?”

 Alastor replies, “Oh nothing! Except for the imbecile sheriff who stupidly thought i was a buck.”

Lucifer: “Ah.”

Alastor: “Yep”

Lucifer: Well I wa-

Alastor: Why are you here? Are you God? Your pretty short you know.

Lucifer: I’m here beca- IM NOT SHORT!

Alastor: mm sure maybe im just tall

Lucifer: Excuse me?

Alastor: answer the question 

Lucifer: your dying

Alastor: I know! Im not stupid! but you are “shorty”

Lucifer: ok then well lets go! (he is too clueless to know alastor is flirting)

Alastor: *trying to keep the convo going so he can flirt more* (so gay)

pause i know Alastor is asexual in the show, but please make alastor fall in love with lucifer

Alastor: *trying to keep the convo going so he can flirt more* (so gay)

“Go where?”

Lucifer: hell

Alastor: Ah. Is this because of the murders-

Lucifer: -because of the murders? yeah

Alastor hops up and says: right then. Lets go

Lucifer starts talking and it starts to warble. lUcIfEr

LuciFeR

LUCIFER! alastor screams

Lucifer: What WHAT! AH OH my GOD. 

Alastor is looking right into his eyes. He is inches away from his face. Alastor looks at lucifers lips and quickly looks back up. He boops him on the nose and walks away

Lucifer: (gay panic GAY panic GAY PANIC)

uh hah oh erm hhe ok! *clears throat*