#Evan Buckley x male reader

[soulofapatrick]

Sheltered by Love - Evan Buckley x Male Reader

Summary: You still have nightmares months after Buck died and came back from the lighting strike

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: none really

Y/N's POV

As the storm rumbled outside, the firehouse seemed to vibrate with each distant boom of thunder. In the dimly lit bunkroom, the rhythmic breathing of sleeping firefighters fills the air, the B shift getting as much rest as they can before they’re needed. I’m only among them as Bobby, Captain of the 118, sent me to try and get some sleep before the next call so I had settled into a restless nap, exhaustion finally catching up with me after a long shift.

But as the storm intensified, my dreams twist into something far more sinister. I found yourself standing in the midst of chaos, surrounded by flashing lights and deafening sirens. And there, at the centre of it all, was Buck—his vibrant smile replaced by a look of shock as a bolt of lightning strikes him down again. 

The jolt of waking up is abrupt as the lighting strikes Buck, my heart hammering in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins as the memory of the vision lingers, haunting me. With trembling hands, I push myself upright in the cot, sweat-soaked sheets clinging to my skin. Ignoring the fatigue that weighs heavy on my limbs, I’m stumbling out the bunkroom, feet fumbling against the cool floor in my boots. The storm outside mirrors the turmoil within me, each clap of thunder echoing the panic rising in my chest. 

The firehouse feels like a labyrinth as I stumble through its corridors, my heart pounding in my chest with each step. The storm outside seems to intensify, matching the turmoil within me, as if nature itself is reflecting my inner chaos. Hen finds me first, her presence a grounding force in the midst of my panic. 

She presses a gentle hand to my forehead, concern etched in her features as she tries to coax me back to bed. But I can't relent, not when the memory of Buck's vulnerable form still lingers in my mind, haunting me with its stark reality. I struggle against her, my voice trembling as I insist that I need to find Buck.

Embarrassing tears sting my eyes as I plead with her, my desperation laid bare for all to see. Hen's expression softens, understanding dawning in her eyes as she realises the depth of my fear. With a comforting touch, she leads me up the stairs to the kitchen area where Buck and Eddie are seated in the two armchairs, deep in conversation.

Relief floods through me at the sight of Buck, his presence a balm to my frayed nerves. But as I approach, my steps falter, uncertainty gnawing at my resolve. Will he understand the depth of my fear, the way his near miss has shaken me to the core? 

Hen's reassuring hand on my shoulder is all the encouragement I need. With a shaky breath, I step forward, my eyes meeting Buck's with a mixture of relief and vulnerability.

“B-Buck," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. He looks up from his conversation with Eddie, concern furrowing his brow as he takes in my disheveled appearance.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asks, his voice gentle but filled with genuine concern.

As I stand before Buck, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and longing, he reaches out with a gentle yet firm hand, pulling me down onto his lap. The suddenness of the movement catches me off guard, but before I can protest or even react, I find myself cradled against his chest, his warmth enveloping me like a protective cocoon.

His concerned gaze meets mine, brows furrowed in genuine worry as he takes in my disheveled appearance. "Hey, what's going on?" His voice is soft, filled with a tenderness that sends a shiver down my spine as he asks again.

I struggle to find my voice, to articulate the jumble of emotions swirling within me. But as I gaze into his eyes, the words seem to evaporate, leaving only a raw vulnerability in their wake. Without waiting for a response, Buck wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as if sensing the depths of my turmoil. I sink against him, my body moulded to his like pieces of a puzzle fitting seamlessly together.

The warmth of his embrace seeps into my bones, banishing the chill of uncertainty that had gripped me moments before. My palm instinctively presses against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. In that intimate moment, there's no room for pretence or hesitation. It's just Buck and me, united in our shared vulnerability, our unspoken desires simmering beneath the surface. 

And as he rubs soothing circles on my back, I can't help but wonder if he feels the same magnetic pull that I do, the unspoken connection that binds us together in moments of crisis. 

"The lightning," I choke out, the words tumbling from my lips in a rush, my voice barely above a whisper. Buck's surprised sound sends a jolt of embarrassment through me, amplified by Eddie's studious gaze. I bury my face in the crook of Buck's neck, wishing I could disappear into the safety of his embrace.But instead of recoiling, Buck covers the hand pressed against his chest with his own, pressing it firmer against his heartbeat. The gesture is both comforting and intimate, sending a shiver down my spine as I feel the warmth of his touch seep into my skin.

Eddie clears his throat, breaking the tense silence that hangs between us. "I, uh, think I left something in the truck," he says hastily, his eyes flickering between Buck and me. "Hen, want to give me a hand?” 

Hen nods, shooting me a sympathetic glance before following Eddie out of the room. Alone at last, Buck turns his attention back to me, his expression soft with concern and something more. 

With gentle hands, he manoeuvres me until I'm straddling his waist, his warmth seeping into every fibre of my being. His touch is electric, sending sparks dancing across my skin as his thumb soothes over my cheek. 

Every instinct in me screams to hide, to retreat into the safety of my own thoughts and emotions. But as I feel Buck's steady gaze on me, a flicker of determination ignites within me. I force myself to meet his eyes, willing him to see the depth of my feelings, the longing that simmers beneath the surface.

And as if sensing my silent plea, Buck moves his fingers to hook under my chin, drawing me closer until our lips are just inches apart. The anticipation crackles in the air between us, palpable and electric, as he leans in to capture my lips in a soft, tentative kiss. 

In that moment, everything falls into place. The warmth of his embrace, the tender caress of his lips against mine—it all feels so right, so achingly familiar. And as we melt into each other, the outside world fades into insignificance, leaving only the two of us, bound together by an unspoken promise of love and understanding.

As we pull away from the kiss, our hearts beating as one, Buck's arms wrap around me in a tight, protective embrace. The warmth of his body against mine sends a shiver of contentment down my spine, and I find myself melting into his embrace, lost in the comfort of his touch.

"I'm here," he murmurs against my ear, his breath warm and soothing against my skin. "I'll always be here for you.” His words are like a lifeline in the storm, grounding me in the present moment and banishing the ghosts of doubt that still linger in the corners of my mind. With him, I feel safe, cherished, and wholly loved. 

As the thunder continues to rumble outside, a symphony of nature's fury, Buck's presence is the calm at the centre of the storm. He holds me close, rocking me gently in his arms, the rhythm of his movements a lullaby that soothes me back into the gentle embrace of sleep. With each sway, each comforting murmur, I feel myself drifting further and further into a blissful oblivion, the worries of the world fading away until there is nothing left but the two of us, bound together by an unspoken promise of love and understanding.

And as I finally succumb to the embrace of sleep, cradled in Buck's arms, I know that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, we'll face them together, hand in hand, hearts entwined in a love that knows no bounds. 

911 Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[thebisexualdogdad]

City lights - sugar baby!Evan Buckley x male!reader

*A/N: as requested sugar baby Buck is back!*

“Looks like you had a good day,” you smile at Buck as he enters your room, two hotel workers following him with their hands full of shopping bags.

“You gave me your credit card in New York City of course I did,” he laughs.

The workers set the bags down and you hand them each a huge tip which they thank you for.

“Have a good evening Mr Y/L/N and Mr Buckley,” one of them tells you as they leave.

“Look at this view,” Buck says in awe, now standing in front of the window that overlooks the city.

“It is beautiful but I much prefer looking at you,” you reply, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his cheek.

“How was your meeting?” He smiles, “I know I already told you but you look so handsome in this suit.”

“Thank you love and we closed the deal,” you say with your hands grazing over his stomach.

“I knew you would,” he sighs when a hand travels down to his thigh right past where you know he wanted you.

“So what did you do today? Besides spending my money,” you tease, kissing under his ear.

“I went for a run in Central Park, I had brunch at that restaurant you recommended and then I bought all new clothes for our trip to Greece next week including some new speedos,” he tells you.

“I can't wait to see you in them,” you laugh, ghosting your hand over his growing bulge while the other slips under his shirt.

“Y/N,” he gasps.

“What is it baby?”

“Please touch me.”

“Like this?” You ask, grabbing his bulge through his pants.

He moans and is growing impatient as you begin slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

You're kissing his neck, running your hands over his abs and up to his chest, squeezing his large pecs.

The sun is setting and the city lights are becoming brighter making the view even more stunning as Bucks moans fill your ears.

“I need you so bad,” he sighs, rubbing his ass against you.

“Anything you want baby,” you tell him, pulling the zipper down on his pants and pulling his cock out of his underwear.

You stroke him with one hand while the other returns to his chest to toy with his nipples, twisting and tugging until he is fully hard.

His eyes are screwed shut, enjoying the feeling of you touching him when suddenly you pull away from him.

“Y/N?” He huffs upset.

“One second love, I just need to grab the lube,” you chuckle, stepping over to the dresser you put all your personal belongings in.

Buck is whining and you couldn't get back to him possibly fast enough.

He pushes his pants down around his ankles as you open the bottle of lube and squeeze some onto your fingers, Buck gasping when the cold gel coats his hole.

He braces himself on the window sill, moaning loudly when one finger pushes inside first and then after a few pumps a second.

His knees start to tremble as you take your time spreading him open.

“Fuck Y/N, I need your cock,” he mumbles under his breath.

“What was that?” You whisper in his ear.

“I need your cock,” he shouts and before he knows it your fingers are being replaced and he's being stretched to the brim.

His cries out and his grip on the window sill tightens as you find a steady pace with your hips.

He tries to close his eyes again but one of your hands go to his throat, “keep your eyes open baby don't want this view to go to waste do we?”

His mouth hangs opens, ungodly noises coming out of him with your hand gently squeezing his throat.

His cock swings around, slapping his stomach and his thighs while you're thoroughly fucking him.

“Do you wanna cum Evan?” You ask him and he nods, “I need to hear you say it dear.”

“I wanna cum, please let me cum,” he begs.

“Then cum for me,” you order, choking him harder.

Buck quickly strokes himself, cumming all over the window when you hit just the right spot inside him.

You loosen your grip on his throat while he rides out his high, the city lights now shining bright in the night.

Hearing Buck moan your name pushes you over the edge as well, filling him up which makes his knees buckle.

You slow your movements, Buck leaning on the window for support as wave after wave of his orgasm hits him.

He groans when you pull out of him a few moments later, cum dripping onto the floor.

“God Y/N no one has ever fucked me like you do,” he smiles.

“I told you the night we met that I would always take care of you Evan,” you say, turning him around so you could kiss him deeply, “now how about I order us some dinner from room service, you're gonna need the energy because I'm far from done with you.”

[ravi-is-my-beloved]

Imagine going out on a date with Buck and showering him with the love and affection he deserves. Imagine seeing his happy, bright smile as you pull out all of the stops to make this date great. Imagine him gushing about the date with Maddie the next day, sighing at how great it was.

I just really want to treat that man well.

[cookstorys]

𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Character: Evan Buckley

Show : 9-1-1

Warnings : I actually like thisss, not proofread

Author note: Cookstorys is actually posting for the first time in forever 😨

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[Name] shouldn’t be in the predicament that he’s in. His sweaty hands only got sweatier as his vehicle quickly absorbed the LA heat, beaming through his window. Why was he so nervous? It’s not like he was asking an extremely hot fireman on a date. Wait. That’s exactly what he’s doing. As thoughts of possible rejection overran his mind, he quickly turned the key to his car, preparing for a smooth getaway.

The plan was quickly interrupted by a tap on his window. The sudden sound caused a startled [name] to forcefully stop his vehicle. He whipped his head to the disturbance outside his window, only to be met with the face he called his brother. “What the fuck Eddie, did you have to scare me like that.” [Name] complained while slamming his car door a little too hard. “I had to stop you before you chickened out of asking him on a date and good thing I did.”

“Hey, you don’t know if I was chickening out, I was probably riding about over parking space.” Eddie held a look of dissatisfaction after hearing your obvious lie. “Right, you’re looking for a better spot even tho you’re four steps from the door.” You scoffed, hating the fact that he sees right through you, even if the lie was pretty obvious. “Ok, that’s a lie. I’m at least like 7 steps away.”

Between the LA noise and the constant bickering between you two. You didn’t realize your car slowly going forward and a very panicky Buck yelled out towards the two of you. “GUYS A LITTLE HELP?” You and Eddie quickly snap your heads towards the annoyance interrupting a very heated argument. “Holy shit.”

You quickly ran towards the car. Slipping inside the car and pushing breaks was the easy part, facing your adult crush after such an embarrassing situation is the hard part. After a deep sigh, [Name] leaped out of the car (not before putting it in park) trying to seem unfazed. “Sorry about that.” You chuckled, the unfazed persona you tried to show clearly crumbling from embarrassment. “Don’t worry, we’ve had crazier things happen here.” Buck laughed. God, that laugh. The laugh that made you want to laugh along with him and forget about all your worries, which you ultimately did. After a good laugh between the two of you Buck quickly pointed back towards the firehouse. “I should get going still on the clock.” He chuckled walking away. ‘Fuck he’s walking away’

Your eyes shifted to an annoyed Eddie mouthing. “Go now, now.” Putting all your worries to the side, you opened your passenger door, grabbed the recently paid banquet of fresh flowers, and ran towards him. “Buck wait up.” Hearing your voice once again, Buck stopped in his tracks, now face to face with you.

“Believe it or not, I don’t come all this way to annoy Eddie. I was wondering…if you’d like to..” Your words suddenly get caught in your throat, leaving a wondering Buck. “If I’ll..?” You quickly straightened your posture and swallowed the invisible lump in your throat. “I was wondering if you’re free to go out for dinner tonight.” After the words left your mouth your stomach immediately dropped. That was until you saw Buck's mouth tugging into a smile. That’s a good sign, right?

“Sorry, I can do tonight-“ All hope immediately left your body. “-but how about tomorrow night after I get off?” ‘Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. This can’t be happening. Quick say something’ [Name] thought, his mind spinning in circles. “Yup, tomorrow night should work.” You smile, slowly backing towards your car.

“Aren’t those mines?” Buck asked with a smirk, referring to the bouquet still in your grip. “Yes, Yup.” You blurted out nervously, quickly handing over the bouquet to him. “Thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled before walking off to the station.

While no longer in his sight, you quickly shot your brother two thumbs up from his stalking position. Eddie jumped up and down with excitement but immediately fixed his composure before returning to work. You could hardly contain your excitement until a realization dawned on you.

‘I have nothing planned.’

[queenmayor23]

Happy anniversary Mr. Diaz

"Hey, Y/N. What's up?"

"Eddie. I need your help."

"Is everything okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

"Yeah, no. Just come over, please."

After waiting, there's a knock on the door. Y/N answers it in his robe and invites Eddie inside. "I was about to take a shower, and that's when I saw it."

"Saw what?"

Y/N's eyes avoid Eddie, making him more suspicious. "You won't believe me. You need to go in there and see for yourself. It's in my bathroom."

Eddie slowly walks into the apartment and into Y/N's room, opening the door to his bed covered in rose petals and lit candles all around the room.

"Y/N, I don't see anything."

Eddie turns around to Y/N in a sexy police officer costume.

"Dispatch, be advised we have a 10-70 in progress. Stand by with additional RA Units. Fire is already on scene."

Y/N slowly walked toward Eddie, who looked him up and down like a piece of raw meat dangled for a hungry lion. 

"¡Ay, caramba!"

"You like?" Y/N reaches out his hand, and Eddie takes it in his own, spinning Y/N around and pulling him in with his other hand on his waist. Their lips connect. Eddie bites Y/N's bottom lip, refusing to let go until he gets his hands on the costume handcuffs on Y/N's utility belt. Eddie's hands found themselves resting on Y/N's waist, and Y/N's were around Eddie's neck where they had been many nights before.

"Happy anniversary Mr. Diaz."

"Happy anniversary to you too, Mr. Diaz. Did you set all of this up?"

"This, yes. But I had help in other departments."

"So Hen and Karen deciding to have a slumber party and inviting Christopher for the weekend-"

"My idea, Karen enforced."

"This outfit?"

"One of Buck's Halloween party ideas. He had the firefighter, I had the cop, and we bought you a biker."

"Of course Buck had something to do with it. Why isn't he here too?"

"We decided that since he gets you all day at work, I get you tonight, and after our shifts, Bobby is going to cook us a wonderful dinner at your place where we will have a full night of alone time just the three of us."

Y/N kisses Eddie again, their hands tightening.

"My husband and boyfriend plotting against me? I like it."

"Now, all we have to do is get a couch for Buck's place."

"And tell Christopher we're married."

"If we do that, I'm gonna have to move in."

"I think I can handle that."

"Oh yeah? That means no more nights of debauchery that last until sunrise."

"But I get to sleep in the same bed as the man I love, he can sit on my lap whenever he wants rubbing my bulge on his ass, and I can kiss you over and over until I get sick. Then you can take care of me, and we can start again."

Eddie takes the handcuffs and confines Y/N's hands behind his back. Eddie guides Y/N to the bed, lifting him to have his face in the pillows and the skin-tight black shorts pointing to the roof. Ripping off his shirt and jumping out of his jeans, Eddie notices the number of candles lit around the room.

"You're lucky I am a firefighter because we are one wind gust away from a five-alarm fire."

"Maybe we could put them to good use while they're still hot."

Eddie smiles. "I love the way you think, Mr. Diaz."

[hwxnghyynjin]

911, What's Your Damage? [Teaser]

pairing: evan buckley x male reader Genre: horror, angst, fluff, apocalypse!au Warnings: tba Words: 416 (teaser), actual word count tba

The sound of Buck’s alarm waking you up at an ungodly hour of the morning was something you weren’t too pleased about but ever since you started dating the firefighter, you’ve gotten used to Buck’s work schedule. Even if that means sacrificing your sleep to ensure that Buck has everything he needs ready for work. Unfortunately, though, there have been times when Buck has gotten distracted and made himself late for work. Like this morning, for example.

“This is what happens when you get distracted by a pigeon, babe. I don’t even know how you managed to see the pigeon in the first place”, you said, scratching the top of your head. When your boyfriend was supposed to be getting himself ready for work, he somehow managed to see a pigeon get stuck on his balcony, and tried to save the poor bird, which got stuck. Buck spent 20 minutes trying to save the poor bird, ending in success as he managed to get the pigeon unstuck, the bird flying away.

“But babe, if I hadn’t seen the pigeon, who knows what would have happened? It could have gotten injured or something”, Buck said, rushing around the apartment to try and get everything he needs before throwing them in his duffel bag. He ran down the stairs, his duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. “I’ll message you when I get a chance during the day, I love you”, Buck says, planting a kiss on your lips. He rushed out of the door, almost tripping over in the process. “I love you too”, you called out to him before he closed the door. 

Since you were already wide awake, you decided to start your day early. You went for a run, grabbed a coffee and something to eat on your way back from your favourite coffee shop, had a shower once you got home and then got dressed. Since it’s quite warm out, instead of opting for your usual pair of black cargo pants, you decided to wear a pair of washed out grey ripped jeans, paired with a plain white t-shirt and some black sneakers. By the time you were ready for the day, the clock read 10am. You noticed you were running low on groceries, so you grabbed your keys and headed out of yours and Bucks apartment, locked the door and headed to your car, which was parked outside the apartment building. If only you knew about the horrors that were waiting to happen.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Love Lessons

Evan Buckley x Male Reader.

Request - Evan Buckley x demigod son of Poseidon reader. When the reader and Evan have been boyfriends for 2 months and the reader never tells him about who he actually really is being a demigod son of Poseidon.

Buck woke up first so he can cook breakfast for you. You wake up because of the smell of the food

“I was about to take you up” Buck smiled.

“The food woke me up. Everything looks good” You smiled.

You and Buck sit down and start to eat together. You slept over at your boyfriend’s loft and he is happy that you stayed the night.

“I thought we should go to the beach and just spend time together,” You said.

“Yeah, I like that idea. We should do it” Buck smiled.

After breakfast, you and Buck started to get ready to go to the beach. Buck starts to drive to the beach.

“Y/n, I was... I was thinking maybe you want to meet my sister and my friends. My friends are like my family and I want everyone to get to know my boyfriend. But if you are not ready then it can wait for” Buck said.

“Can I think about it?” You asked.

“Yeah, you can think about it,” Buck said.

At the beach, you and Buck get in the water. You start to teach him how to swim, and so far he is doing good. Next, you teach him how to breathe underwater and he didn't do well.

“Now, I see you love being in the water,” Buck said.

“Yeah, something like” You nervously smiled.

You haven't told him the complete truth about your background and your abilities. You think that he won't believe you and would assume you are crazy. And you don't want him to break up with you, you care about him.

You and Buck get out of the water and sit on the towels. You start to share the snacks with him. He is telling you funny stories of what happened on the job and you start to laugh. Much later, you and Buck leave the beach and go to a new restaurant instead of the usual place.

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You couldn't spend the day with Buck because you are busy. Buck told Eddie that he will babysit Christopher for the day. So, Christopher and Buck spend their time at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. They are having fun and Christopher asks questions about you.

But the good moment didn't last long, because the tsunami hit the boardwalk. Buck tries to hold onto Christopher but Christopher slipped away. Now, Buck tries to find him and he yells out his name. People are hurt and some trying to find safety.

You are home and you turned on the news. You see what is going on and you start to panic. You called Buck but it went straight to voice mail.

“Dad, what the hell!?” You mumbled.

You didn't think of a plan, you just ran out of your apartment. Buck did tell you what he was going to take Christopher and you're hoping they are doing okay. You swim faster in the water and you just started to swim rapidly.

But you started to help people, you saved two people from drowning. Then helped others get somewhere safe and away from the water. You start to look for Christopher and Buck, it took a while to find them but you eventually found them.

“Y/n,” Buck said.

They are standing on a fire truck. He hugged you tight and you hugged him back, then you hugged Christopher.

“Are you two okay?” You asked.

“Buck got hurt. He is bleeding” Christopher said.

You noticed the blood on his shirt, you lift the shirt up. Buck has a cut on his stomach and he is bleeding fast.

“We won't have time to find help,” you said.

“I’m fine,” Buck said.

“Seriously don't start that. You are slowly bleeding and I don't want you to die before we find a hospital. Stay still, I stop the bleeding” You said.

“How are you going to do that?” Buck asked.

“Umm, it's a long story and I will tell you later. Just stay still” You said.

“What-”

Buck didn't finish his sentence, he became speechless. He saw you put your hand on his stomach and you started to heal him, within seconds he stopped bleeding.

“That was cool. How did you do that?” Christoper said.

“I healed him. I can heal wounds on people” You said.

You take them to the hospital but Buck has been asking questions about what you did. You didn't tell him anything, for now, you left the hospital and headed to the beach. You were able to stop the waves with all your strength. Your eyes changed colors when you stopped the waves. Your father comes out of the sea and you are angry at him.

“What the hell!?” You yelled.

“Watch your tone, Y/n” Poseidon said.

“Dad, why did you do this? People got hurt and some died” You said.

“I had to teach the humans a lesson,” Poseidon said.

You sighed and you glared at him again.

“Just stop it,” You said and walked away.

“He isn't good enough for you,” Poseidon said.

You didn't say anything and kept walking away.

You went back to the hospital to check up on Buck. You are alone with him in the room and you tell him the truth.

“Wait, your father is the god of the sea!? With the pitchfork!” Buck said.

“It's not a pitchfork it's a trident. His name is Poseidon, yes he is my father. I'm a demigod meaning I'm half-human and half-god. I didn't tell you at first because I thought you wouldn't believe me and think I'm crazy. My father has anger issues and he caused the flood. I'm sorry I didn't tell you” You said.

“This is a lot to process. Wow... I can't believe your dad is Poseidon and you're a half-god...” Buck said.

“Yeah-” Y/n said.

“Wait! Does this mean, Zeus is related to you!?” Buck said.

You nod “Yeah and also the other gods, they are my family”

You and Buck didn't say anything next, he is still in shock. You wait to see what he will say next.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

Two Weeks Later... You were going to leave your apartment but Buck is at your door

“Hey Y/n” Buck smiled.

“Hey,” You said.

“Can we talk?” Buck asked.

“Yeah, sure come in,” You said.

You haven't spoken to Buck in two weeks, he didn't know how to process that you are a demigod. You gave him space and you didn't want to pressure him to talk about it.

“Sorry, I haven't spoken to you in two weeks. I was still processing about you and who is your dad. I thought those stories were all myths” Buck said.

“Yeah, a lot of people think that. But I understand. If you want to break up, I understand” You said.

“Y/n, I don't want to break up with you. I still want you to be my boyfriend” Buck smiled.

“Really? I thought you were going to break up with me” You said.

Buck wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. He starts to kiss you and you put your arms around him, he starts to smile and you don't stop kissing him.

“I don't want you to feel that you can't talk to me about anything,” Buck said.

“Means a lot of you saying that. And I want you to feel the same way about me. Do you want to come with me to Camp Half-Blood?” You said.

“Camp Half-Blood?” Buck said.

“It's a camp for people like me. It's like summer camp but different. Maybe you can meet my brother Percy” You said.

“Yeah, I will like to go,” Buck said.

You can't stop smiling. You leave with him and take him to the camp, you explained what goes on at the camp. He is excited about it.

You introduced Percy to Buck, and so far they are getting along. You and Percy gave Buck a tour of the camp. Buck was excited about being at the camp. You and Percy started to teach Buck how to use a sword.

“Dad doesn't like him,” You said

“Dad doesn't like anyone. He still wants you to marry the guy he picked for you” Percy said.

“That won't happen. Buck makes me happy” You said.

“I can tell,” Percy said.

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A month later...

Buck is on the roof of his building and he is trying to make it romantic. He set up the lights, and the food on the table and he put on soft romantic music. He takes a deep breath and he is feeling very nervous. Then he sent you a text...

Buck - I got hurt, I'm still on the roof.

You - I'm going up!!!

You rushed to the roof and you are confused.

“You are not hurt,” You said.

“I lied, so I can get you on the roof” Buck smiled.

“Why?” You asked.

He gives you a peck on the lips. Then he gets down on one knee and takes out a ring box.

“Buck...” You said.

He grabbed your hand.

“I love you, Y/n. I only want to be with you and I mean it. I want to marry you because I love you and I don't care if you are a demigod. You make me happy and I love you. Y/n, will you marry me?” Buck said.

“Oh!?! Oh wow...” You said.

“Is that a yes or no?” Buck asked.

“Sorry, you caught me off, guard. But yes!” You said

Buck puts the ring on your finger and he stands up. He put his hands on your cheeks and he starts to kiss you. You or Buck can't stop smiling. Later, he called his sister and you called Percy. Everyone is happy for you and Buck. Later, you and Buck sit down and start to eat the food and talk about what is the next step.

[newobsessionweekly]

9-1-1 Masterlist

Eddie Diaz

One Shots

Let me help you

The one where Eddie keeps secrets from you and he doesn't let you help.

You are home

The one where you are kidnapped and Eddie comes to rescue you.

Family ties

The one where Buck's little sister is dating Eddie.

Love and tragedy (male!reader)

The one where you are involved in a multi-car pileup and Eddie is one of the first responders.

Embracing scars (trans!male!reader)

The one where Eddie embraces your top surgery scars.

Evan "Buck" Buckley

One Shots

Join me (18+)

The one where the desire is too much to be handled.

Dine, wine and rewind

The one where Buck had a rough call and you surprise him with dinner to make him feel better.

Look at the stars

The one where you get hurt on a call and Buck tries to distract you from your pain.

Listen to me

The one where Buck messed up and tries to make things right.

Those eyes

The one where Buck loves everything about you.

Shattered reflections

The one where Buck pushes you away, but you don't give up.

Series

Dreams series

I've been thinking

The one where you and Buck consider starting a family together.

Things take time

The one where you and Buck try for a baby, but life's not fair.

Crossovers

911 x The Rookie

Under the radar (Buck x Bradford!reader)

The one where your brother, Tim, finds out you're dating Buck in a not so pleasant way.

Diamonds and dreams (Tim x Buckley!reader) (coming soon)

The one where Tim, your boyfriend, teams up with your brother Buck and plan a proposal.

[op-81-lvr-reblogs]

I BETTER be seeing an increase in the amount of buck x male! reader fanfic after last nights episode

[flavored-soda]

i’ll be finishing up some wips i have tonight and tomorrow. y’all want part one to an eddie x transmasc reader or a bucktommy fic?

[soulofapatrick]

KEY

🌶️ = NSFW

🥹 = SFW

😡 = angsty

𝐸𝓋𝒶𝓃 𝐵𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 

Swings Both Ways 🥹 

Sheltered by Love ��

𝐸𝓋𝒶𝓃 𝐵𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

To be written...

𝐸𝒹𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓏 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 

Love at Half Naked 🥹/🌶️

Heat of the Moment 🥹

𝐸𝒹𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓏 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

To be written...

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 2: Evan Buckley x Male!reader - The locker room

“Alright Mr. Buckley here's your membership card and your registration is all set, enjoy working out at connect core fitness,” the girl at the front desk smiles.

Buck says his thanks and heads to the locker room where gets his belongings situated in a locker before finding a place to stretch in the main room.

As he's stretching he locks eyes with you across the room where you are lifting weights.

You check him out, giving him a nod and he gulps, his first day at his new gym and he's already crushing on a stranger.

He decides to approach you, grabbing some weights to start his workout, “hey, I'm Buck.”

“Y/N,” you tell him, “haven't seen you around here before Buck.”

“Oh yeah it's my first time here, my friend recommended me and I thought I'd try it out,” he says as he begins to lift the weights.

“Well I'm glad you did,” you smirk at him.

You and Buck go along with your workouts, blatantly checking each other out and enjoying the view of muscles on display.

When you finish your reps you place the weights back on the rack, teasing Buck by lifting your shirt to wipe the sweat off your forehead.

His breath hitches when he sees your stomach, your shorts pulled down just enough for him to also get a glimpse of your hips.

“I'm gonna use the bench press and could use a spotter,” he says.

“I'm your guy,” you smile slyly.

Over at the machine Buck gets cocky and pulls his shirt off over his head, not so subtly bouncing his pecs a few times to ensure he has your attention.

He lays back onto the machine and you move behind him, standing a little closer than you needed to have your crotch right in his face.

Buck struggles to focus, as he takes the bar off the rack, eyes glued to your bulge as he does his reps and he swears he can see that you aren't wearing underwear through the leg of your shorts.

You notice his arms trembling slightly and you know it's because he's distracted, “woah there big guy don't hurt yourself,” you laugh.

Buck can't take it anymore, so he sets the bar back into place and sits up to get off the machine, leaning in and whispering to come with him in the locker room.

Once he makes sure the locker room is empty he grabs your neck to bring in you to kiss him, pressing you roughly into the lockers.

Your hands grip his massive biceps with Buck grabbing your hips to pull you into his.

“You really want to do this here,” you chuckle into the kiss.

Buck grins and grabs your erection through your shorts, “you don't?”

You laugh and shake your head, Buck tugging your shorts down and confirming he was right that you didn't have anything on underneath as he takes hold of your cock and strokes you to get you hard.

You groan, palming Bucks tits and kissing his neck.

“God you're so hot,” you say, his tits fitting perfectly in your hands.

“You ever hook up with a guy in a gym locker room before?” He asks, both of you kicking your shoes off.

“Maybe once or twice,” you reply, pulling his shorts and underwear down in one swoop revealing his tits weren't the only big thing about him, “but none as incredible as you.”

You're just about to touch him when you hear the door click open, taking Buck by the arm and dragging him into the closest shower.

You turn him around, pushing his front into the cold shower wall with your cock pressed against his ass.

“Shh,” you whisper, turning the shower on so the guys coming in just think someone is showering.

The water falls over you two, Buck trying to contain his moans as you play with his hole with your finger.

The guys are talking by the lockers, collecting their things completely unaware that you now have a finger pumping in and out of Buck.

His mouth hangs open about to uncontrollably release a moan so you throw your free hand over his mouth to muffle it.

You thought you could wait until they left but the way his back was arched with his incredible ass asking to be fucked you went against your better jugdement, removing your finger and quickly replacing it with your cock, Buck gritting his teeth.

You rock your hips slowly, water hitting your skin and wet hair in your eyes making your vision blurry.

Finally the other guys leave and the moment Buck hears the door click shut he lets out a deep guttural moan.

“Fuck, I thought they were never gonna leave,” you grunt, pushing the hair out of your eyes and picking up the movement of your hips.

Buck moans again, spreading his legs further so you could hit deeper inside him.

“Oh right there, just like that,” he sighs.

You hold onto his waist tightly, pounding into him and he reaches down to stroke himself.

“I don't know what I like more, your ass or your tits,” You whisper in his ear, kissing the back of his neck and grabbing his chest with one hand, “both are so perfect.”

“I get that often,” he laughs, his hand moving faster until he sprays all over the shower wall.

Your thrusts become frantic as your orgasm hits you from listening to the sound of Bucks moans, cumming inside him.

When you're able to catch your breath you pull out, Buck already missing how full he felt with you inside him.

Thanks to already being in the shower you have a quick clean up, poking your head out of the shower to make sure no one else was around as you go over to your lockers and quickly get dressed.

“You know I think I'm really gonna like this gym,” Buck says playfully as you put your gym bag over your shoulder to head home.

“Good to hear, I'll see you next time Buck,” you wink at him.

[decadentworld]

AND IF I SAY I NEED THAT MAN SLOPPY AND MOANING ON IT🗣🗣

[queenmayor23]

How do we tell our son?

Y/N, Buck, and Eddie leaned on the kitchen island, watching Christopher play his video game.

"So, how are you two planning on telling him?"

"Yes, Eddie, how are you planning on telling your son?"

"Oh, so he's my son now."

"He's been your son since he was born. I inherited him just a year and some change ago."

"Yeah, this one's on you."

"Why don't you tell him?"

"And have him hate his favorite Uncle Buck? Not a chance. Have you even tested the waters on this conversation yet?"

"I asked him if he liked Y/N once."

"And?"

"And he asked if he could have his sleepover party at your place, and I had to tell him no because I was horny and we were fighting, and I didn't want him and his friends to wake up to us…. doing us. You know how much I love angry sex."

"Was that when you brought Chris to Maddie's, and we did that thing with the rope and the nipple clamp…"

Eddie stood behind Y/N, signaling Buck to stop, but it was too late.

"You what?"

"Bebe. I'm sorry-"

"Edmundo. Diaz."

"Somebody's in trouble."

"Not helping Buck."

"Are you serious? That was supposed to be our thing. The one thing that we didn't share with Buck. We share clothes, food, beds, but not that."

"I was upset, and I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me for the sake of our son?"

"Yes, just because you said "our son," and it sounds so nice when you say it."

"If you like that, you should hear me call my husband's name."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Eddie and Y/N were chest to chest. They would have burned down the building if their sexual tension were a fire.

"You mean we could live with Y/N forever? Awesome!"

Y/N and Eddie look at the sofa to Christopher and Buck looking back at them.

"I helped."

"Dad, when do we move to Papa's house?"

"I thought you liked living here."

"I do, but Papa has a park across the street, and last time, he told me that he would teach me how to play basketball so I could beat a meatball."

"A meatball?"

"You are looking a little beefier than usual."

"Me? You think you two can beat me?"

"You are a man of many talents, but basketball is not one of them."

Y/N pats Eddie on his shoulder, earning a disheartened frown. Chris turns around to resume his game, and Buck enters the kitchen to refill his water bottle.

"Great, now that's over. Now, all you have to do is tell the crew."

"You didn't tell the 118?"

"No, I thought you did."

"Why would I tell them you spend all day with them?"

"Who doesn't know? Hen knows that means Chim knows; therefore, Maddie knows."

"Buck knows."

"Ravi was your best man, so if he doesn't know, he's more of a himbo than me."

"Bobby knows from our anniversary dinner."

"Did you tell Athena?"

"No, she scares me. But she's not stupid she has to know."

"How about this? At the Halloween party, just announce it. You'll have everyone in the same room and only have to do it once."

"That's not a bad idea."

"Look at you, Buck-a-roo."

"I help."

Buck smiles like a puppy dog, receiving a cheek rub from Y/N as his face falls in thought.

"Same room?"

"What? What's wrong now?"

"The holidays. Last year, we were in Cancun with the crew for Thanksgiving, and-"

"You were in the hospital for Christmas."

"So, which family gets what holiday?"

"My family hates Thanksgiving, so we do Christmas in Texas."

"My family will kill me and send a search party for me if I miss a New York Christmas two years in a row."

"You are just adding to the headcannon."

"Here we go again."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Eddie thinks I'm in a mafia family just because I'm a New York Italian."

"Your father's name is Don. You have a weird fascination with gold chains and wearing sunglasses all day, you have a cousin named Vinny, you call people meatball, you said they called you Baby Gambino when you were a kid-"

"Because I was a chubby kid and snuck off to our family's bakery..."

"It's not just a bakery; it's bakeries, meat markets, pizzerias, wine shops, grocery stores, and that's just the stuff you've mentioned."

"... and I don't know how many times I have to tell you my father's name is John, but with his accent, it sounds like Don. You know what, how about you ask him? We do Thanksgiving in Texas and Christmas in New York, and when we're all at the table, you can ask him in front of my whole family."

"Maybe I will."

"If you want to die."

Y/N playfully nudges Buck into a light chuckle.

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[redocity]

Yess u should make a part 2 for the long game

FINISH LINE — E.BUCKLEY

after weeks of frustration, buck finally confronts you.

part one — the long game.

evan buckley x gn!reader | 3.2k | smut | masterlist.

cw — 18+ minors do not interact, male masterbation, dry humping, clothed sex, premature ejaculation, buck being whiny and needy

To say you were consuming Buck’s every waking thought was an understatement.

You weren’t just taking over his every waking thought, you were in his dreams, in his subconscious, pretty much every blink of his eyes saw an image of you in his mind and it was getting so goddamn frustrating that Buck swore he was ready to burst from the pressure.

Arguably, the worst part was that you were completely aware of it.

You knew that he was digging himself into a hole with every shift you worked together, and he swore you were revelling in it.

Every time he so much as glanced in your direction—which he wagers is a lot—you had that stupidly attractive look on your face that made his blood feel like it was on fire underneath his skin, and he quite honestly just didn’t know what to do anymore.

Should he confront you about it? Force you into a conversation about what happened at the bar those few weeks ago?

There was no way that would work.

Should he just sit and wait until you finally approached him with the topic in mind?

That was never going to happen.

But he had to deal with all of his pent up frustration somehow, or he swore he’d explode and fracture into a million tiny pieces.

So he found himself with two tangible options. A: find some poor unknowing person for him to project you onto and relieve himself that way, or B: deal with it by himself.

He tried option A first. It didn’t go too well.

He was one leg out of his jeans when he started having second thoughts.

Him. Having second thoughts about getting his rocks off after being essentially blue balled for the last three weeks.

Nobody looked enough like you, acted enough like you, for him to be able to put a veil over his eyes and pretend it was you he was under instead of some random person he’d picked up at a bar.

And it was impacting his ‘performance’ pretty badly.

So, with a resigned sigh, he decided to go with option B.

Locking himself in his apartment, Buck tried to find some semblance of relief by himself, but even that felt hollow. No matter what he did, it was always you in his mind, and nothing seemed to satisfy the burning need that consumed him.

Every touch, every stroke, felt like a futile attempt to quench an unending thirst, a bottomless well of longing and desire that seemed impossible to satisfy.

His thoughts were nothing but a relentless loop of your face, your voice, the way you moved, and the way you looked at him. It was maddening, an unceasing torment that gnawed at his very soul, and Buck had no idea how much longer he could keep this up without losing his mind.

Like the longing wasn’t enough, the guilt he felt was even worse.

He knew he couldn’t go on like this, trapped in a cycle of desire and frustration. The more he tried to push you out of his mind, the deeper you seemed to embed yourself. It was like a cruel joke, one he couldn't escape from, and it was only a matter of time before something had to give.

The tension was so bad starting to affect his performance at work. His teammates noticed he was distracted, his responses slower, his focus elsewhere. Even during emergencies, when he normally thrived under pressure, he found his mind wandering back to you.

The team began to worry, asking if he was okay, if he needed a break, but he just brushed them off with a forced smile and a wave of his hand.

But Buck knew he couldn't keep up the charade much longer. The sleepless nights, the constant replaying of every interaction with you in his head—it was wearing him down. He was losing his edge, and in his line of work, that was dangerous. Lives depended on his ability to stay sharp, to be present, to react quickly. And yet, here he was, drowning in thoughts of you.

He tried everything to distract himself. He threw himself into his workouts, pushing his body to its limits in the hopes that physical exhaustion would quiet his mind. He picked up extra shifts, staying at the station longer than necessary just to avoid being alone with his thoughts. He even tried diving into hobbies he used to love, but nothing worked. Every time he closed his eyes, it was your face he saw. Every quiet moment was filled with the echo of your laughter, the memory of your touch.

One night, after another grueling shift, Buck found himself standing outside your apartment building. He didn't even remember driving there, his body seemingly on autopilot.

The cool night air did little to calm his racing heart as he stared up at the windows, wondering which one was yours. He knew he shouldn't be there, that confronting you like this was a bad idea, but he was at his breaking point.

He needed to know if you felt the same way, if there was any chance you were as consumed by thoughts of him as he was of you.

Taking a deep breath, he started toward the entrance, his mind a whirlwind of anxiety and anticipation. He had no plan, no idea what he was going to say, but he knew he couldn't turn back now. Not when he was so close to a potential resolution, to finally understanding what was happening between you two.

As he reached your door, his hand hovered over the wood, hesitating for just a moment. Then, with a determined exhale, he knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.

This was it. One way or another, he was about to get some answers.

You open the door with furrowed eyebrows.

Who on earth is visiting you past 10PM on a Thursday?

“Buck—” Your tone conveys your surprise as you lean against the ajar door, one eyebrow raised and your head ever so slightly tilted.

He swears he feels his breath stutter as he takes in your appearance—in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with your messy hair, you looked more ravishing to him than he ever thought possible.

“Hey,” he says, as if you hadn’t just taken the air right from his lungs. “We need to talk,”

“We do?” The look you give him is almost knowing, and he swears on his life that you’re doing it on purpose just to taunt him.

“Yes,” He pushes his way through the doorway past you “We do.”

He’d be damned if he kept his gaze locked up on your captivating eyes for much longer without doing something about it.

You throw up your hands as he passes you, turning to shut the door with a click before following Buck into your living room. “Yeah, yeah, come on in, no need to ask or anything,”

“I—” he starts with a sigh. “This— whatever we are… it’s driving me crazy, because I don’t know what the hell is going on between us..” He turns to face you with a mix of exasperation and desperation in his eyes.

“One minute you’re acting like my best friend,” he continues, “And the next, you look like you want your tongue down my throat.” His voice is lower now, as he steps closer to you, leaving only a few inches between you.

“And then when I reciprocate, you push me away,” he pauses, searching your eyes with a small frown.

The frustration in his tone is imminent, and it almost makes you fell a little bad for playing the cat and mouse game you had with him for so long.

You’d never expected him to actually get caught up in it all. He was Buck for god’s sake, if anyone had a track record of not getting attached it was him.

“I— don’t know what you want from me here, Buck,”

Buck’s heart pounds so fast he can barely even hear anything you’re saying. He reaches for your chin, tilting your head towards his so he can meet your gaze in its entirety.

His voice trembles when he speaks next, and the look in his eyes could be mistaken for pure agony.

"I want you.” he says breathlessly. “I want you so goddamn badly that it hurts—”

He runs a hand through his hair, and he’s visibly torn between pulling his hair out and grabbing you. “And the most maddening part is—I know you want me too. I mean, it’s right there—” Buck’s gaze follows your lower lip when you run your tongue across it. “—And yet, you push me away every. single. time.”

He stutters out a breathe like he’s forgotten how to work his lungs, like every suck of air is debilitating and all he can focus on is you.

“I want to touch you. I want to feel you. I want to kiss you so hard you forget what your name is and bury my head between your thighs until I can’t breathe—”

There’s a small, strangled noise that follows his confession, his imagination already taking him for a blissfully agonising ride of what your relationship could be like if you’d just stop pulling away before the end line.

“I’m tired of not sleeping at night because I lay awake yearning for you…”

He pauses for a second to catch his breath, but you can tell by his eyes that he’s not finished yet.

“I’m tired of sneaking into the bathroom for ‘extended bathroom breaks’ because you’re making me so hard while we’re working.” He steps even closer to you, his hand travelling down your neck.

“And,” he continues gruffly in a breath, “I’m so tired of trying to hold back every ounce of desire that wants to ravish you in this goddamn moment.” His eyes feel like they pierce your soul as he makes eye contact with you, and it leaves you short of breath in an instant.

“So if you want me as much as I want you then for the love of God please—“ His other hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck. “Do something about it.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice.

You barely even have to move to force your lips together, breaths intertwining with every movement as your hand cups the back of Bucks head, your fingers tangled in his hair.

Buck’s breath catches as soon as your lips finally meet his, and it takes him a moment to realize what’s actually happening before he leans into it and kisses you back with everything he has.

His hands start to wonder over your body, grabbing at your hips when he pulls you closer to him. He gasps against your mouth and his tongue is suddenly demanding entry against your lips.

Not that he had to try hard to get what he wanted anyway.

He groans as you give in and lets your tongue intertwine with his, all the pent-up sexual tension immediately breaking like a levee and flooding his system. With one strong swoop he lifts you up against his body by your thighs, carrying you until he’s sat on your couch with you straddling him.

Buck’s hands run along your shoulders once he’s finally got you in his grasp, deepening the kiss as his hips buck up against yours, aching for some friction against the painfully growing tent in his pants.

“Need you so bad…” He mumbles, his hands travelling down your body and then grabbing your hips so he can rock you against his body, the pressure eliciting a low growl from his throat.

He can hear your breath catch in your chest when he moves against you like that and it drives him insane. Before he could stop himself he bucks up again, harder now, and the friction sends a sharp wave of desire through him.

“God…” He groans out, and all he can see is the delicious look of need in your eyes and the sight of your parted lips as you lean your forehead against the curve of his shoulder, mouth left open in a passive moan of his name.

Seeing you like that—undone and needy and wanting, because of *him—*was better than any fantasy Buck had ever had.

His breathing is hot against the side of your throat, before he starts littering it with soft kisses. “Gonna make you feel so good,” he mumbles, his body shuddering when you grab a fistful of his hair, the pain only fuelling his desires further. “Been dreaming of this… For so long—”

His hands move down to grab your ass, and his breath hitches as he rocks you against him needingly, desperate to feel the friction of you rubbing against his achingly hard cock.

It was almost embarrassing, how close he was to cumming just from this, but when he says he’s been desperate for you, he means it.

And the broken whines you muffle against his shoulder are definitely not helping.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, groaning at the way you grind against him. “Please…” he chokes out, his voice broken and raw, and when his teeth lightly nibble against the skin on your neck you let out an intoxicatingly loud moan.

“Want you…” he groans, barely coherent in his ramblings as his hips find a steady rhythm. He could feel himself getting more and more desperate, and your breathy moans were definitely pushing him towards the edge.

Buck pulls away from the crook of your neck and looks up at you intently; his eyes half-lidded from his overwhelming desire and his chest is heaving deeply.

He grabs you harder under him, his breathing laboured and his chest heaving as he starts to lose his composure. “Please…” he begs, his voice cracking as his hips buck against your again and again, trying to relieve the aching, overwhelming pressure that’s building inside him.

“God, please—” His forehead is still pressed against your throat, and his body shudders against yours as he nears his release, a strained string of incoherent words tumbling from his mouth.

He’s so close, but the moment he feels your fingers gently thread through his hair his hips stutter and his body goes taut, and then he’s coming in his pants like a damn teenager, so horribly overwhelmed by his pleasure it almost hurts.

White-hot spurts of his cum coat the inside of his boxer shorts, soaking through the fabric to dampen the crotch of his jeans and leave him groaning brokenly against your skin.

He’s almost trembling as he comes down, climax so hard that his entire groin feels sticky and wet, and it’s only when his breathing has steadied and he’s regained control of his body that he lifts his head.

He gazes at your face and gives a breathless chuckle when he sees you looking at him with an amused smile on your lips.

“Enjoyed that, did you?”

“—yeah,” he mumbles against your skin. He presses soft kisses against the flushed skin of your neck, passing over the darkening red marks that he’d left you with.

“I’m sorry, I…” A sigh follows his words, and he lifts his head to look at you again—he didn’t expect to come that fast either. The sight of the pleased smirk on your lips, however, made him feel a little better.

“In all my fantasies about you,” he begins with a sheepish grin, “Coming in my pants within two minutes of getting you on top of me was never a part of the program.”

You let out a short laugh at his confession, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his shoulder and shaking your head against it.

He laughs quietly with you, but the sound is quickly replaced by a sharp breath when you lean harder against him in collateral of your position.

Even now, even after he’s come, his body still wants you. Badly.

A small groan leaves his lips when he feels the sudden pressure again at an already over-sensitive area. He buries his head against your shoulder, his breath hot in the crook of your neck. “Keep going and you’ll make me do it again…” Buck mumbles with a huff.

“And as much as I would love to…,” he continues, his voice strained as he tries to pull himself together. “I have so much more I want to do with you.”

“Yeah?” The tone of his voice makes you feel a little flushed, although considering how hot you already were from the last few minutes, you’re not sure even you could tell.

Buck’s grip on your hips tighten as a low groan slips past his lips, his voice deep and gruff. “You have no idea,” he whispers quietly, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“I’ve thought about taking you on every surface possible…” Buck’s gaze runs over your form before it returns to the flushed skin of your neck. “On the kitchen counter, against the wall… on the floor… In the bunk room at the station…”

He leans in to press his mouth against the side of your throat, feeling the way your breath catches at his words, and he hums in approval. “Wanted to bend you over in the back of a firetruck…”

“In the showers…” Buck mumbles into your flushed skin, leaving behind a trail of kisses while his hands start tracing their way up your back, sending goosebumps down your body. “On my bed, on yours…”

By now he’s trailing kisses further down, until his mouth presses against the junction between your neck and shoulder. When your body arches at the feeling of his teeth lightly grazing across the skin, Buck’s grip on your hips tightens.

He lifts his head, so he’s looking you straight in the eye.

“God, I want to ruin you…”

He looks at you with so much heat and desire, his gaze burning right through your core. He can’t help but grind his hips up against yours again, his breathing shallow. “I want to ruin myself… until I can’t come for anyone else—”

“Until the only name I know how to say is yours.” he whispers, kissing you deeply, like he’s been yearning for it for the longest time. It’s hard, heated, desperate, and full of passion and need and you can feel it in every fibre of your being how much Buck wants you.

“I need you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse from being consumed with need. “Want to touch you, wanna be inside you… you want that…?”