#and then buck leans forward again and eddie kisses him on the mouth

[buckwheeler]

buddie anthem. BTW

[roanniom]

i can’t stop thinking about virgin! eddie being so embarrassed about coming after like 3 seconds and he keeps apologizing and says he wants to make up for it😩😩

Okay for You

Virgin!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, PIV / unprotected sex, uncertainty but it resolves

“Jesus fucking Christ, holy mother of fucking god,” he’s stuttering as you lower yourself down on him. His fingertips dig into the meat of your hips so hard you can most certainly count on bruises tomorrow. He’s a lot to take but it feels good as you sink down, giving him a wincing grin.

“Didn’t know the town satan worshiper was so religious,” you tease, lightly sliding the tip of your index finger up and down the naked expanse of his chest in the shape of a cross. “Do you wanna be absolved of sin or do you wanna cum?

“Fuck, you can’t just–,” Eddie bucks up into you harshly and you laugh. Your laugh gets brighter when you notice the furrow in his brow and the desperation in his eyes.

“Choose sin, Eddie. I know you wanna cum.”

“Quit talking about cumming, I’m gonna fucking bust,” he whines out. You roll your hips, once, twice.

“Cum on the dark side, Eddie. We’ve got pussy.”

You’re straight up giggling at your own absurdity and at how far gone he is in under a minutes. His eyes roll back in his head and his mouth drops open in a heady groan, hips stuttering upwards as he spills deep inside you. You ground your hands on his shoulders and bear down on him so that he feels fully encased and snug through his orgasm.

Eddie, it turns out, is fucking beautiful when he cums. Pink tinges the high points of his cheeks, getting darker around his ears and flushing crimson down his neck to his chest. His wet lips are open as he gasps down air, eyelids shut tight against the intensity of his release.

It takes him a minute, but the second he realizes what’s happened, his hands are off your thighs and covering his face in mortification.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“That good, handsome?” you ask smugly, not quite noticing the tonal shift yet.

“No its…well yeah but I didn’t…that was too…fuck I’m so sorry.” When he finishes rambling he sits up and pulls his hands from his face, revealing an almost teary eyed expression. Your eyebrows shoot up in response.

“Hey, hey! What’s wrong?” you ask, suddenly a lot softer, your hand curling around his forearm to pull him so he stops biting at a nail.

“I just blew my load in 0.5 seconds like a fucking virgin.”

You stare at him for a second before breaking out into hysterical giggles. He looks affronted at first, but as you keep laugh the corner of his mouth quirks a little.

“What?”

“Eddie, you are a virgin,” you clarify, though you immediately amend it. “Were a virgin. I kinda expected it, to be honest.”

Eddie huffs a laugh but sits a bit straighter. He’s still inside you, growing soft, but you like the closeness so you don’t get up just get.

“What? You didn’t think I’d be a mind blowing lover?” he asks and your glad he’s back to making jokes. You shrug.

“You’ve got a big dick, so you’re not that far off to begin with. If we work on your stamina you could be blowing my back out in no time.”

You watch him short circuit as he stares at you and you definitely don’t miss the way his dick twitches inside of you.

“Yeah?” he asks. It’s hesitant. You lean forward and give him a kiss that answers all his questions - bruising and wet and probing and dirty - and his lips chase yours when you pull away.

“You’ll be Fabio in no time,” you promise with a cheeky smile.

“I wanna make you cum,” Eddie replies earnestly. His hands are back on your thighs, smoothing up and down. “I’m so fucking pissed I didn’t make you cum. ‘M sorry.”

“Eddie, don’t be sorry,” you reassure him. You go to kiss him again and he melts, mewling desperately and leaning into the affection. It turns you on so much that this scary, beautiful man is putty beneath you. So much so that you feel yourself growing needy and snake a hand down between you to start playing with your clit.

The friction causes you to squeeze around his rapidly re-hardening cock. He jolts at the feeling.

“What’re you…?” he breaks away to ask you, eyes trailing down to your ministrations. “Oh fuck are you…are you touching yourself?”

“Mhm. You’re making me feel good, Eds. I kinda have to,” you confirm with a chuckle. He watches you for a moment before he slides his hand down your abdomen tentatively.

“Can…can I do it?”

You’re panting a bit at this point. Worked up again from the lack of satisfaction the first time around.

“You wanna?” you ask, kind of hoping he’ll say no so you can get yourself off before he cums prematurely again. You can feel his hips beginning to cant lightly, teasing you with the pressure.

“Please,” he practically whispers and you can deny him so you pull you hand away. What you aren’t expecting is for him to grab it and wrap his lips around your wet fingers. Your eyes blow wide and your pussy clenches around his cock, making him groan around his mouthful.

“Eddie…” you say quietly. He blinks at you before pulling your fingers from his mouth with a pop and reaching down to press his own circles into your clit.

It’s juuuuust off. Another millimeter and you’ll feel great. You roll your hips to try and get him where you need him, but unfortunately the slide of his cock inside of you distracts him, making him freeze up and moan. So you take matters into your own hands, literally, grabbing his wrist and pulling at him so that he’s on the right spot.

“Yeah? Right there?”

He’s seeking genuine reassurance, but your brain hears the questions as dirty talk, making you roll your hips again.

“Fuck. Yeah. Yeah right there.”

You begin grinding on him in earnest while he continues to play with you. After a few moments you grab his free hand to bring it from your hip to grope your breast. His eyes practically bug out of his head.

“Oh wow,” Eddie says.

You want to laugh at how easy he is. But it’s starting to feel really good, and you’re so pent up at this point you decide just to chase it.

“Say something,” you breathe out. Eddie looks confused.

“Like…like what?”

“Just - fuck. I don’t know. Talk dirty.” You’re doing your best not to ride him fully, because you can see the way all of his muscles are starting to tense. You hope that by giving him a task it’ll distract him long enough so you can cum.

“Uh you’re…you’re just like…so fucking beautiful—,”

“Eds,” you let out a frustrated chuckle. “That’s not dirty talk—.”

“So f-fucking beautiful on my cock,” he continues as if you hadn’t interrupted him. “Want you to cum. You’re so wet, bet you need it so bad.”

Well shit.

Recently de-virgin-ed Eddie had found your weakness and it’s condescension. Your pussy squeezes him and you let out a moan that has him grinning through a hiss.

“You need it, huh? Just desperate to cum, huh baby?”

Baby is a new pet name and you love it. You nod and his finger picks up it’s pace on your clit, his other hand following your earlier lead by playing with and tugging at your nipples.

“Need it, Eds.”

“Oh I need it, too, baby. Shoulda happened the first time, but I need you to feel good now, ok?” There’s a sincerity behind the lightest layer of teasing. He can’t really tease fully. Not when he’s on the brink of cumming again as it is.

But the laser focused eye contact he’s locked you in is doing plenty for you.

“Ok.”

“Ok,” Eddie repeats in a hum. His free hand goes to the back of your neck and pulls you down to him so he can grace you with a wet, sucking kiss. He bites your plush lower lip and lets his free hand tighten in your hair.

“Oh god, Eddie,” you whimper against his lips.

“Fuuuuck, I’ve been waiting to hear you like this,” Eddie groans.

You’re basically just cock warming him at this point with a little humping mixed in. But you’re really impatient at this point, so the constant roll of your hips is taking you further than it usually would.

Eddie’s free hand slides from your hair down your back to grab a a handful of your ass. He guides your gyrating hips up and down your cock just that much more and now you’re panting.

“Eddie,” you whine. “I’m close.”

“Holy shit. Seriously?” Eddie asks, his eyebrows shooting up. Clearly shocked.

“Yeah, handsome. You’re fucking me so good.”

You both know it’s an exaggeration. But you’re impatient to cum at this point and eager to praise the beautiful man beneath you. He preens and licks his lips.

“Yeah? Gonna fuck you so good, baby. Wanna make you feel so good. Please, just let me baby. Wanna…oh fuck…please.” He’s rambling at this point and you know he’s close. You bring your hands to either side of his face, framing his jaw.

“Look at me, handsome,” you breathe. You’re so close at this point. His hazy eyes find yours.

“Baby…” he says, eyelids fluttering. He looks just so absolutely destroyed - that’s what ultimately gets you. That this man is losing his damn mind over you but holding out as long as he can so you feel pleasure.

That pleasure washes over you in that moment, along with a cry of Eddie’s name. You collapse over him and cling to him as your pussy spasms around his aching cock. It blows Eddie’s ever loving mind to feel your body reacting to him so strongly. His last bit of resolve snaps like a fucking twig and suddenly he’s clutching you to him and fucking up into you.

“Baby-oh fuck. Baby, yes. God.” He’s gasping and panting and then his hips are stuttering. He goes still, cumming inside you for the second time tonight.

You’re so full. Two loads of cum and his already oversized cock. But even better is how he holds you. Big arms surround you and keep you grounded against his body, even as twitching aftershocks rock him.

It’s a few moments before you’re properly able to do anything other than relish in the feeling of his overwhelming presence. It’s the persistent ache in your muscles that spurs you into action.

“Eddie…I’ve gotta move…”

“Oh fuck, sorry!” He’s quick to release you, letting you peel yourself from his sweaty skin and gingerly climb off of him. Before you can move any further he jumps up. “Wait let me just…”

He’s back in a moment with a wash cloth - warm, you notice in the back of your hazy mind. He lightly cleans you up, missing the heart eyes you direct his way from the sheer gentleness of his movements.

Eddie is so caring. So sweet and bumbling and eager and awkward and you can’t help but beam back at him when he sends a smile your way. He settles back on the bed with you hesitantly.

“Was that…was that okay for you?” he asks.

“I should be asking you that,” you counter, slapping at his arm. He’s having none of it, though, instead grabbing you and pulling you into his arms.

“Well I fucking came twice so I don’t think it’s really a question, baby.”

“Hmmm I like when you call me baby,” you coo. You’re a boneless mass of gooey feelings now, encased in Eddie’s arms. The skin around his eyes crinkles and his dimples deepen.

“Oh yeah? You like being my baby?” You don’t miss the way his flush gets deeper but you relish in the newfound confidence in his voice.

“I love being your baby, Eds.”

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[littlespoonevan]

i'll keep it all to myself

7x04 coda (she's back, baby xoxo)

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“Hey, killer.”

Buck winces, mouth already tripping over an apology as he moves into the Diaz living room. “Eddie, I’m so sorry-“

“Buck, I’m kidding,” Eddie interrupts, exasperated and just a little fond. He hasn’t been on the receiving end of that tone in a few days. It’s embarrassing to say he missed it. “Sit down.”

Buck takes the armchair instead of sitting on the couch next to Eddie. He’s not sure why. He never sits in the armchair. Sitting in it now he almost feels…off balance. But then catching sight of Eddie’s foot propped up on the coffee table sobers him immediately and he forgets all about the strange discomfort in his stomach.

Reaching for the cushion behind him, he gets up again. “You should have something under that,” he says, gently lifting Eddie’s leg to place the cushion on the table. He lowers it again carefully, nodding in satisfaction when Eddie’s foot is nestled safely in the cushion. “The table is too hard.”

“Oh sorry, I thought I was the one with real medical training,” Eddie quips but there’s no bite behind the words.

“Yeah but I’m the one with crush injury experience,” Buck says, kicking his own legs up on the table in proof.

Eddie opens his mouth as if to argue back but then closes it again, rolling his eyes, but his lips twitch a bit. Just at the corners.

“Eddie, I really am sorry,” he says, straightening in his seat and forcing himself to meet Eddie’s gaze properly. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I just got so-“

“I know,” Eddie replies, quiet and careful and devoid of any of his earlier teasing. “But you know you can talk to me, right? Like, it’s me Buck. You can just tell me when something’s wrong.”

Buck does know that. He knows he can tell Eddie everything. Anything. The bad and the good.

Which means he should be able to clear this up right away, right? He should just be able to say, ‘Hey, I was apparently working through some latent feelings I never knew I had. And I took that out on you. But guess what! I like Tommy and he likes me back and we have a date Saturday!’

But thinking about telling Eddie that Tommy kissed him makes his chest constrict in a way that he doesn’t expect. So he tucks it up in a neat little box in the corner of his mind for now and focuses on making sure Eddie’s okay. Because he can do that. He knows how to do that.

“I’m an idiot,” he says. “And if you want I will totally give you one free punch so we’re even.”

Eddie huffs a quiet laugh. “I could never hit you.”

“Should I go get Christopher’s Legos instead and step on them with my shoes off?”

Eddie lets out a real laugh then, the kind that makes his eyes close and his head fall back against the couch cushion, and Buck feels so much affection for him well up inside him he’s almost breathless with it.

“You’re an idiot,” Eddie tells him. “And a martyr. Seriously, Buck, I don’t care. I just want to make sure you and I are okay.”

“Of course we are,” Buck says, without actually stopping to interrogate if that’s true or not.

They are, he thinks. The fact that something absolutely life altering happened to him an hour ago and he somehow can’t make himself tell Eddie about it is…inconsequential.

He’s just hedging his bets. Not trying to get ahead of himself before he has yet another failed romance.

“In that case, can you go to the fridge and get us some beers?” Eddie asks, pulling Buck back to reality.

“You shouldn’t be drinking,” Buck says, even as he stands. Maybe they can split a beer. Half a bottle shouldn’t hurt. “Tommy says you’re on pain meds.”

“Oh, so you guys talked?”

Eddie says it unassumingly and when Buck freezes at the dining table and looks over his shoulder he finds that Eddie isn’t even looking at him. He’s leaning forward on the couch, adjusting his leg, but when Buck takes too long to answer he raises his head and gives him an expectant look.

“Yeah,” Buck murmurs, the phantom rasp of Tommy’s stubble against his mouth still tingling and making him want to reach up and touch his lips. That would give too much away though. “We talked.”

Eddie smiles, nodding his approval. “Good. Maybe all three of us can actually hang out together now.”

The thought immediately makes Buck’s stomach swoop with something unnameable but he doesn’t let it show on his face.

“Sure,” he breathes. “Sounds great.”

[glorious-spoon]

ship: eddie/buck prompt: couch

hi, and thank you! this got longer than i was planning, lol. buck/eddie; 700 words; unsubtle metaphors and first kisses

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Eddie opens his eyes to the dim flickering light of the TV, turned down low but not quite muted on one of those Ninja Warrior things that Buck loves. He's tilted sideways, cheek pillowed against the outside of Buck's arm, and he's apparently been drooling a little, which would be more embarrassing if it were the first or even the twentieth time it's happened.

"Sorry," he mumbles, peeling his face away to flop back against the couch and muffle a yawn into the back of his hand. "Time's it?"

"Like ten. You were wiped."

"Haven't been sleeping great lately."

"Good thing I picked out a comfortable couch this time around, huh?"

Eddie laughs softly, rolls his shoulders until they give a couple of satisfying pops, then leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He glances up to see Buck watching him fondly, his face lit up in the glow of the screen, his eyes sleepy and soft.

"Yeah," he says. "Good thing."

Buck huffs a little, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Eddie imagines tracing the shape of it with his fingers, or maybe with his lips. It's a thought he's become more settled with in the past month or so, after Buck ended things with Tommy, or Tommy ended things with him—Eddie never actually got a detailed post-mortem on what went down there, from either of them, and he's not sure he wants one. They're both single now. Buck likes men. Eddie could just kiss him and see where it leads.

Instead, he slouches back against the couch. On the screen, a petite but muscular woman is slamming her way up a salmon ladder while the crowd shrieks, nearly muted, and the timer speeds ahead. 

"God, she's so good. I bet she could kick my ass."

"That's your type, huh?" Eddie asks, and Buck ducks his head, laughing. 

"I don't know. Maybe."

Eddie hums. He's remembering a night in Buck's kitchen, years ago—you wanna go for the title?—and a tension he can name more easily now than he could back then. For himself, anyway. Sometimes Buck looks at him the way he is now, and he thinks—but he doesn't know. Not for sure.

"Hey, Eddie?"

He didn't even realize his eyes had slid shut again. He blinks, rubbing at them, then rolls his head over to look at Buck. "Yeah?"

Buck hesitates, his lips parted. His eyes flicker over Eddie's face for a moment, and then he scoffs a little and turns his face away. "Nothing. Never mind."

"Oh, no, come on. Now you gotta tell me."

"It's nothing. Seriously."

"Buck."

Buck holds out for a moment, but Eddie can see the moment he gives in, his shoulders sagging, because he's never been any better at saying no to Eddie than Eddie is at saying no to him. It's comforting, the way they both have that problem. Buck rubs at his lower lip, then shrugs a little, then says, without looking at Eddie, "Do you ever… did you ever think that you and me, that we could be…" He glances over, quick and nervous, and Eddie wishes like hell that he knew what his face was doing or how to control it. Buck smears his hand over his mouth a little more roughly, then says, "Seriously, forget it."

"Buck," Eddie whispers. He straightens up on the couch, fully awake now.

"Eddie, I—I don't—"

"Hey," Eddie says, and he reaches up and touches Buck's cheek. Warm skin, stubble just starting to come in. Buck's eyelashes fluttering, his shaky breath. And it's easy from there, to let that guide him: to lean in and press a kiss to Buck's mouth.

It lingers in the stillness for a moment. Then Buck's hand comes up to cup his cheek, and his lips move against Eddie's, kissing him back.

It's soft, and they part just as softly. Buck's eyes are closed, but after a moment he opens them. He breathes out shakily, then laughs a little. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Eddie whispers. His hand is still on Buck's cheek, and he wants to kiss him again, and he thinks maybe he gets to do that now. "Yeah, I think we could."

[diazsdimples]

"When will I see you again?" + buddietommy

“When will I see you again?” Buck pants.

Eddie stands a foot away from him, close enough to reach out and touch, but it feels as though there’s a gaping chasm between them. Full of unspoken words and actions that couldn’t be taken back.

“I don’t know, Buck,” Eddie replies. His voice is heavy, shoulder slumped as though the weight of the world rests on them. And in some way, Buck supposes, it does. Eddie has always taken on the burdens of others, whether he needs to or not. “I just… I can’t… I don’t know.”

Buck feels Tommy behind him, his boyfriend’s presence familiar and comforting. The evening air is cool, a slight hint of damp as the dew begins to settle, even now. He shivers and Tommy wraps an arm around his shoulder.

“Eddie I – I’m sorry, I thought you felt – I didn’t mean to fuck this up for us.”

“It’s not you Buck.”

Eddie turns now, and Buck can see the fear in his eyes, the blind panic as the weight of what they’ve done finally sinks in. It had been so good, with their bodies sliding against each other, rutting and writhing like animals in heat. It had been intoxicating – Buck had thought he might have an aneurysm when he watched Eddie grab Tommy by the shirt and haul him in to claim his lips – but now it sits heavy in the pit of Buck’s stomach. It had soured the instant Eddie had thrown his clothes on and rushed out the door.

“Then what -?”

“I just need a little time, okay?” Eddie’s breaths come in gulps. He’s working his way up to an astronomical panic attack – Buck can tell – but when Buck steps forward to place a hand on his arm, to comfort him, he shies away. “Just – please – let me have some time. Let me figure all this out.”

Buck opens his mouth to respond, to beg him not to leave, but Tommy cuts in first.

“It’s okay, Eddie,” he says, his tone far more understanding than Buck could manage. “Take all the time you’ll need. We’ll be here.”

“I’ll always be here,” Buck wants to say, but he holds it in, biting his lip. He doesn’t need to say it aloud. Eddie knows.

Eddie softens slightly, relieved. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, regret dripping from his words. He takes a step forwards, closing the gap between himself and Tommy and tentatively, as though expecting rejection, places his palm on Tommy’s cheek and kisses him softly.

Buck aches as he watches, the ecstasy he’d felt the first time he’d watch Eddie and Tommy kiss now replaced with a deep yearning. He wants Eddie so badly.

Eddie breaks his kiss with Tommy and turns to Buck. His thumb is rough and calloused as it strokes across Buck’s cheekbone, but it’s pleasant. It’s familiar, not dissimilar to Tommy’s. Buck’s heart stutters in his chest as Eddie’s lips brush against his. He curls his fingers around Eddie’s belt loop, needing something tangible to cling to. Too soon, Eddie pulls away, patting Buck’s cheek twice before he restores the distance between them.

“I’ll call in a few days, okay?”

Buck can’t do much else but nod. Tommy’s hand rests on the back of his neck, grounding but not enough. Not what he craves.

“Drive safe,” he croaks before turning on his heel and heading back into the house, unable to watch as Eddie drives away.

Tommy must follow him in a moment later, settling into the couch beside Buck.

“Did I ruin everything?” Buck whispers, his head in his hands. It’s his biggest fear – he can’t lose Eddie. Losing Eddie means losing the best friend he’s ever had, losing the biggest rock in his life, losing Christopher.

Tommy’s arm circles around Buck’s shoulders and he pulls him close. Buck goes easily, leaning into Tommy’s comforting embrace.

“No, I don’t think so. I think he just needs some time. He’s got a lot to process.”

“But…” Buck begins, but he doesn’t know what else to say. What else there is to say. Nothing he says will bring Eddie back into their home, or undo what happened – make them talk about it before rushing into something they weren’t ready for. He settles for the phrase that’s been echoing in his mind since Eddie stepped over their threshold an hour prior.

“But I love him.”

“I know, baby,” Tommy sighs, pressing a just about Buck’s birthmark. “I love him too.”

[ediewentmissing]

Look at this sexy fucking man! Please! For the love of all of the underwear this pic and your stories have helped ruin, I need a fic for this pic! The more dirty talk the better! Just mmmmmmm going to town on him and riding him and guiding his mouth to suck and bite and lick my tits like ahhhhhhhh. Please!!

IM SO SORRY THAT I MISSED THIS i took a break but now i’m back AND HOLY SHITTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAA 😍😍😍 i’ve been rlly busy lately and i’m probably not gonna write very often (sorry 😿) but i wanted to give u something, so i wrote this in approx 6 minutes lmao sub!eddie incoming

“Ah- Shit- Please,” The handcuffs rattle against the headboard as Eddie sucks in through his teeth. His jaw clenches and eyes roll back into his skull as you slowly lower yourself down on his stiff cock.

You’re not quite sure what he’s begging for. More? Less? Who cares.

“Yeah, be a good boy and fucking take it,” You ride back up his length, and back down. And again. And again. He whimpers pathetically, his top row of teeth clamping down on his bottom lip in a foolish attempt to shut himself up.

“Awh,” you coo, “Barely started yet and you’re already a mess. Filthy boy.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, trying his hardest not to burst so quickly. But you’re just so wet, and so tight, and you’re clenching around his cock so deliciously.

“Mmm, fu-uck-” His mouth is open, head tipped back giving you the perfect view of his neck.

“Yeah? You like me using you like this?” He nods, humming.

You still on his cock, and his head jolts upright to look at you with confused, pleading eyes.

“Answer me, Eddie.”

“I- I love it…” you begin to bounce on him at a steady pace, and he moans loudly, “Fuck! God- Fuckin’ Christ. Mmmm- I love you using me. So, so much- Ah, ah-”

“God, look at you, baby…” you smirk down at him. His pupils are fully blown, swallowing the caramel-coloured irises whole. Hot tears run down his rose cheeks, picking up sweat on their way down his face.

You bounce ever so slightly faster, and go in to kiss his neck, sucking and biting that sweet spot that makes him writhe.

“Wait, no, please look at me. Please. I wanna see you.”

You pull off of his throat and look directly into his lustful eyes. Sweaty, hair sticking to his face.

He moves his palms to your abdomen, running his fingers up your torso as he breathes heavily, chest rising and falling, until he reaches your tits.

“So pretty-y~,” he groans.

“Mm, go ahead. Touch ‘em, baby,” you nod, and he carefully trails his thumbs over your nipples, gently squeezing them.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, involuntarily rutting his hips up into you, moaning.

You lean forward, a non-verbal sign for him to take one in his mouth, and he immediately obliges.

He kisses over your tits, soft, wet clicking sounds being drowned out by his whimpers vibrating against your chest and the skin-slapping-skin noises as you continue to ride him. He drags his tongue over everything, sucking and gasping as his high is in sight.

He bucks his hips up again, this time hitting the special spot inside of you. You clench hard around him, angling yourself to that he can slide deeper inside your aching pussy.

He detaches his lips from your chest, “Fuck, f-fuck, fuck! Haah… I’m-m gonna cum-” he moans, looking at you.

Your climax comes hurtling towards you unexpectedly, and it your pussy grips onto Eddie’s throbbing cock, only fuelling the fire of his orgasm.

He finally releases, warm, thick cum pumping into you at he same time you fall over the edge.

Breathy ‘I love you’s fall from his wet, pink lips. And it was nothing short of the truth. He loved you.

[spotsandsocks]

FUCK IT FRIDAY!!

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The gap between them makes him ache, it feels too wide after what they just shared. Buck slides closer, slowly because he feels oddly shy right now. Eddie continues to smile softly and reaches out to take his hand, fingers brushing his knuckles in a gentle caress. It makes his heart flutter, Buck’s eyes drop and focus of the slow movement, his heart is beating faster.

“I’m glad you’re home.” Buck’s voice is soft and quiet, he lifts his eyes to meet Eddie’s and ends up caught there, just looking at him, wondering how this happened to him. How he got to have this man. 

“Me too” Eddie matches his quiet tone not looking away.

“And we’re good now?” Buck checks, biting on his lower lip nervously. Eddie lifts the hand not holding onto Buck and frees his lip from the anxious nibbling, “you’ll hurt yourself like that” he mummers, thumb now running gently across the reddened skin, Buck lets his mouth relax, his breath quickening at the look in Eddie’s eyes.

“Yes we’re good,” he starts to push Buck backwards  “and we have some time before Chris will be back. If you can think of anything we could do?” His eyes crinkle as he says it and Buck’s hit with a wave of love and affection, it’s coming from both of them, flowing freely in both directions.

Buck laughs, as Eddie pushes him lower, he lets himself be pressed flat onto the bed, “cool, did you want to get some chores done” he smirks at the look he gets “cos I kinda need to tidy up round here.”

“Shut up” Eddie tells him fondly, as he leans further forward, hands on either side of Buck’s head, swinging his leg over so he can straddle Buck.

Buck likes the direction this is going “You going to make me?” he challenges teasingly.

”Maybe” Eddie’s voice is deep and holds a promise Buck is very interested in investigating. He can’t help notice how the muscles of Eddie’s arms flex as he gets slowly closer controlling his decent carefully until he’s lying flat on top of him, their  bodies pressed together. Buck shudders at the relief it brings, Eddie’s a steady reassuring weight holding him down, enveloping him, with their chests pressed together like this their hearts are aligned, beating so closely to each other. He feels a little dizzy at the thought as he lifts his head up, silently asking to be kissed.  Eddie obliges, dipping down to close the tiny gap left between them, taking Buck’s lips softly with his own, moving them slowly over Buck’s. He teases and pulls at the sensitive flesh gently until Buck’s moaning softly, moving with him. Eventually Eddie pulls away lightly nipping at Buck’s now swollen lip. He sits up moving his weight in just the right way to make Buck groan louder and move his hips in response.

Eddie looks flushed, his eyes bright in the dim room but he chuckles. “You have missed me huh, if a little kiss can get you all worked up like this.” Buck attempts an outraged glare because he says it as if Buck can’t see how hard Eddie is too, as if he isn’t sitting there with a wicked smile as he rocks his hips gently, moving against Buck sending little jolts of pleasure through them both.

Then Eddie rubs against him harder and Buck arches up stifling another moan he manages to say “want me to show you how much I missed you?”

Eddie keeps up the steady rhythm and Buck’s needy whine finally slips out.

“Oh I can tell baby” Eddie sounds extremely pleased by the fact and by the way Buck suddenly gasps out his name.

“Tell me more” he says his voice becoming rougher, letting his own need start to show. Buck knows how much Eddie likes it when he talks in bed, what it does to him. He’s happy to oblige.

“That first night I was so cold without you,” Eddie leans back down to start work on Buck’s jaw and neck, it makes it harder to concentrate but Buck makes the effort, “couldn’t sleep, wanted you to keep me warm.” Eddie hums next to his skin asking for more.

“Missed you arms, your hands” his breath stutters as Eddie’s mouth makes contact with his chest, clever fingers having unbuttoned his shirt without him noticing. Eddie runs his fingers over muscle and sucks marks onto his body then soothes them with kisses. Buck arches up with breathless gasps that pushes his hips forward.  He’s stopped talking so Eddie prompts him “what else did you think or” he hums against his skin, runs the flat of his tongue over Buck’s nipple “do while I was gone?”

Buck gathers himself and continues “Thought about you, things you’d do to me if you were there. Thought about this, your mouth all over me” Eddie grazes his teeth over Buck’s nipple making him hiss in pleasure. “Yeah like that, made me hard Eddie just thinking about you. Wanted to touch myself” 

Eddie sounds cool and collected when he asks “Did you?”

“Tried to be good and wait but I couldn’t, felt so good, not as good as your hand, still wished it was you”

He’s aching now dick trapped in his trousers straining for release.

“Show me” Eddie pulls away, and Buck can see he’s not calm at all, he’s flushed and his eyes look almost black, his desire clear in his heated gaze.

Now Buck’s got room to move, he misses Eddie’s warmth but he makes quick work of his clothes. Eddie’s still dressed, sitting next to him, his eyes burning as he watches Buck revel more and more skin until there nothing left to remove, Eddie takes a deep breath, “Shards you’re so ….” His hand traces across his body, chest, stomach, sliding his hand past his hips to linger over the strength in his thighs, his hand roams freely but he doesn’t touch the one place Buck wants him too. 

Eddie’s watching him intently eyes dark and hooded. “Show me” he asks again then comes back to press soft bites into the flesh of his neck up to his ear, making Buck whimper, he whispers  “don’t rush baby take your time.”

Buck’s eyelids flutter shut, his hands traces the outline of his cock, he lets his fingers drift lightly up and down, he’s only starting to tease himself. He can hear the hitch in Eddie’s breathing and opens his eyes to see him staring down the length of his body, he’s transfixed by the sight of Buck’s hand sliding up and down. Buck wants to push them both a little further.

“I touched myself like this, thinking about you, wishing it was you.” He lets his grip get firmer he wants a little more, he moans at the feeling and at the thought that Eddie’s watching, enjoying what he sees, getting harder. He can feel him against his leg, a firm solid line, he smiles when he starts to move, rubbing himself against Buck’s thigh. He’s trying to be quiet but he’s not doing very well. Eddie shifts slightly Buck doesn’t realise where his hands have gone until he feels a finger slide between his legs to circle slowly around his entrance, 

“Did you touch yourself here too? Imagine me here?” 

He had but he can’t say it because Eddie fingers have pushed in a little and taken his words away.

“Buck?

He’s panting now, feeling a little desperate “yeah yeah I did, didn’t feel like this, more, please.” The last word comes out as a desperate moan. Eddie gives him more, pushing in again but only a little, teasing him more than anything until Buck’s a shivering mess within a few minutes.

Eddie’s voice pulls him out of the wave of sensations “I wasn’t planning on fucking you Buck, was planning on riding you, make you come like that but now I can’t choose.” Buck can only gasp, Eddie has two fingers in him and it’s not enough,

“both we could do both” he stutters out. Eddie laughs, “so greedy” he kisses him and slides his fingers out, keeps a little pressure there so Buck twitches trying to get them back.

“No, you look so good, sound so needy, I think I’ll fuck you” he sounds so casual, like they’re discussing what to have for breakfast and he’s not driving Buck out of his mind. Buck’s nods to show he’s on board, he can’t talk because Eddie’s other hand is in his mouth fingers sliding in and out. Buck’s playing with them with his tongue, moaning around their thickness thinking about Eddie’s cock in his mouth instead. “You look so ready for it baby, is that what you wanted while I was gone, my cock in you making you come?

Fuck it was, and it sounded even better now it was Eddie suggesting it while his fingers are dipping back in stretching  him, when Eddie lets his fingers slide from Buck’s mouth over his throat and rests his hand above his heart, Buck quickly makes it clear what he wants. 

“Please Eddie can we, will you? I want it.”

Eddie moves, grabs the salve they use for just these occasions and with one quick pull brings Buck to the edge of the bed leans over for more kisses as unbuttons himself, uses the salve with more teasing fingers and then lines himself up, bending Buck’s knees, and slowly so slowly pushes in. The long slow slide makes them both moan and Buck’s hands grasp at the covers of the bed.

Eddie keeps his pace slow, enjoying Buck’s increasingly frantic noises, his words of encouragement to go harder, faster, he doesn’t listen, trying to make this last. Buck’s hands seek and find his own cock and start to move around it, firm hard strokes, he doesn’t want to wait any longer, with each stroke he sounds even wilder, until it’s too much temptation for Eddie and he does what he Buck’s begging him to do, increases the pace and is rewarded in a few moments with increasingly frantic moans.

”yeah Eddie just like that,” he’s panting and gasping, getting so close “harder, there, yeah, that’s it I’m so close, he lets out a strangled whimper “ yeah, there ah, you’re gonna make me come, yes” he can hear his own ragged breathing as the words peeter out and become a long high gasp as he comes with a bone deep shudder. Eddie watches wide eyes tracing the evidence of Buck’s pleasure spread out all over his chest and with only a few more thrusts joins him with his own soundless gasp.

Once their heartbeats settles they rearrange themselves. Eddie pulls Buck in close, kisses him starting between his birthmark and the thread score that’s healing.

Buck mummers “welcome home” and Eddie smiles into the kisses he’s leaving against Buck’s face.

It is very good to be back.

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[fkinkindagauche]

If You Love Me Right, Then Who Knows?

For @steddiesmuttyseptember Week 4 prompts - slapping, breeding kink, and loud.

Title from "Juno" by Sabrina Carpenter

Rating: Explicit | WC: 1371 | CW: BDSM themes | Tags: Sub Eddie Munson, Dom Steve Harrington, face slapping, hair pulling, breeding kink, deep throating, anal sex

Eddie was exhausted after a day spent in the sun, swimming and running around like children rather than the early 20-somethings they actually were. He, Steve, Chrissy, and Robin were at Steve’s grandparents’ cabin on a little lake in southern Indiana, their schedules all finally syncing up for once. 

Eddie was curled up by the fire in one of Steve’s hoodies even though, as Robin helpfully pointed out, he’d brought clothes of his own. “I like this one better,” Eddie said, pulling the fabric to his face and inhaling the comforting scent of Steve.

Robin threw a marshmallow at him. “You guys are so gross.” 

Steve, currently wearing one of Eddie’s flannel shirts, wrapped an arm around Eddie and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek, earning himself a marshmallow projectile as well. Steve kept his arm around Eddie, hand gradually sneaking up underneath the hoodie, tracing circles into Eddie’s skin as Eddie squirmed a little. 

Steve touching him never got old. He was convinced it was always going to make him instantly horny, even when he was 80 years old with erectile dysfunction. Steve noticed, like he always did, and leaned in to whisper against Eddie’s ear, “Wanna go inside, baby?” 

Eddie nodded, standing abruptly enough that he knocked over the chair he’d been sitting in. “We’re going inside,” he said, grabbing Steve’s hand and pulling him toward the cabin.

“Can you just, like, try not to yell any weird shit this time? For me? Pretty please?” Robin begged. 

“I’ll be so quiet, swear to god,” Eddie said, and Chrissy snorted and rolled her eyes. 

Steve followed Eddie to the bedroom they were sharing, quickly bracketing him against the door with his hands after it shut, kissing him. Eddie groaned, leaning forward to press his cock against Steve’s hip, rubbing.

Steve licked into Eddie’s mouth, sloppy and wet, as he reached down to cup Eddie’s cock through his jeans, giving it a squeeze. “So easy for me, baby,” Steve whispered against his lips. “You want me so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, Steve,” Eddie pleaded, bucking up into Steve’s hand. “Please.”

“Please what,” Steve asked, eyes going dark in a way Eddie knew and loved. 

“Please anything,” Eddie said earnestly. “You can do anything to me.”

“Oh, baby,” Steve said, kissing him again. “You’re perfect. Get on your knees for me.” 

Eddie scrambled to comply, Steve switching places with him so he was the one leaning back against the door, Eddie sinking to his knees in front of him. Steve unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock, and fisted a hand in Eddie’s hair. He yanked hard, and Eddie felt tears building in the sides of his eyes as Steve moved Eddie’s head where he wanted him. 

“You know what to do if you want me to stop, yeah?” Steve asked, and Eddie nodded, opening his mouth. 

Steve pushed Eddie forward onto his cock by his hair, bullying his cock all the way into the back of Eddie’s throat, just how Eddie liked it. Eddie gagged, not able to adjust right away, and Steve pulled his cock out and slapped Eddie hard across the face, head whipping to the side. Eddie moaned, beyond turned on.

“I know you can take my cock better than that. Open up for me, and don’t gag this time,” Steve said. Eddie opened his mouth and Steve pushed back in, all the way into Eddie’s throat. This time, Eddie was able to swallow around his cock, suppressing his gag reflex as Steve thrust into his throat. Eddie felt saliva pouring out the sides of his mouth onto his chin and tears starting to trail down his face.

Steve pulled back slightly for a moment, allowing Eddie to take in some breaths through his nose, before pushing himself back in. Eddie gagged again, not quite ready for the intrusion, and Steve pulled out and slapped him just as hard across the other cheek.

“Fuck,” Eddie said, hips stuttering forward. Steve grabbed his chin and turned his face back, then pressed two fingers into his mouth. 

“Try again,” he said, hastily shoving his cock back into Eddie’s mouth. He fucked Eddie’s throat for several more minutes without any further gagging on Eddie’s part, eventually pulling out and clamping a hand down hard at the base of his own cock, staving off an orgasm. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie.”

“Come in my mouth,” Eddie begged. “Or on my face.”

Steve slapped him again, twice, just as hard, leaving Eddie panting and worried he was going to come in his pants untouched. It wouldn’t be the first time. “You don’t get to decide where I come,” Steve said, grabbing Eddie’s chin and forcing him to look up at him. “I’m not done with you yet.” 

He pulled Eddie up and pushed him toward the bed. “Take off all your clothes and get on your hands and knees for me,” Steve said. Eddie made quick work of the hoodie and his jeans, scrabbling onto the bed and getting on his hands and knees facing away from Steve.

He felt the bed dip behind him as Steve climbed on, and then Steve’s hands were on him, trailing over Eddie’s back and hips and thighs. He pulled apart Eddie’s cheeks and stroked at his hole with a finger. 

“So pretty,” Steve said, stroking as Eddie whimpered. The finger retreated, and he heard the snap of the cap on the lube bottle then felt the cold jelly as it hit his skin. He shivered, instinctively moving away, but Steve grabbed his hip and held him in place. He pressed one finger in, then two, Eddie still relatively open from when Steve had fucked him that morning. 

Steve leant forward over his back, pressing kisses all over Eddie’s shoulder blades as he worked his fingers in and out. “Think you’re ready for me already. What a greedy little hole you have.”

He pulled his fingers away and Eddie only had a few seconds to mentally prepare himself before Steve was pressing his cock in, much bigger than two fingers. It was a huge stretch, just this side of painful, and Eddie loved every second of it. Steve paused for a moment once he was fully seated in Eddie, then started to thrust, slowly at first but rapidly picking up intensity.

He leaned over Eddie again to whisper in his ear, “I’m gonna fill you so full of my cum.” Eddie shuddered at the words and the sensation of Steve’s hot breath tickling his ear. “Do you think it’ll take this time?”

“Wh-what?” Eddie said, thoroughly confused at this point but enjoying the ride all the same. 

“Think I’m gonna knock you up? Make you pregnant?”

Eddie’s brain whited out for a second at the words, and when it came back online he was no less confused, but a lot more turned on.

“I’ll fuck you full of me every day until it takes, then I’m gonna keep you pregnant, giving you more and more.” Steve’s thrusts were getting erratic now, and he reached a hand around Eddie’s waist to start fisting his cock. “I’ll never let you be empty again.” 

That was all it took. Eddie came harder than he had in a long time, yelling, “Fuck yes, Steve, knock me up, give me all your babies!” Steve was coming now as well, yelling Eddie’s name and burying himself deep as he spilled inside of him.

They collapsed onto the bed, Eddie angling slightly to avoid falling into the puddle of cum now staining the comforter. 

“What the fuck,” Eddie said after he caught his breath. “Why was that so hot? You do know you can’t get me pregnant, right?” 

Steve laughed, squeezing Eddie around his waist. “Doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying.”

The next morning when they stumbled out into the kitchen, Robin was giving them a very perturbed look. 

“When’s the baby due, Eddie?” Chrissy asked, smirking. 

Eddie turned bright red. “You heard that?” he asked, mortified. 

“I believe I said ‘be quiet’,” Robin told him, “not ‘yell your weird kinks as loud as you can’. I deserve financial compensation for this.”

Steve laughed, ruffling her hair. “We’ll name the first baby after you.” 

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 28: Love is when you look at his lips for half the conversation because you can’t stop thinking about kissing him. @starryeyedjanai

"Steve!" Robin clicked her fingers in front of Steve's face, Steve turned towards her, "Have you heard a thing I said?"

"Sure, I was listening."

"No you weren't you weren't looking at me, I wasn't born yesterday, Evie."

Steve smiled slyly, "Fine what were you saying about your date with Nancy," he replied pointedly looking at her lips this time.

Robin cracked a giddy grin, "The rollerskating was a great idea she held my hand all night cause you know I'm a klutz!"

Steve laughed turning to continue stacking the tapes. Robin poked her head round him at the sound of the front bell.

"Eddie!" She said tapping Steve and pointing. Steve grinned at the metalhead wiggling his fingers in a wave.

"Stevie! How's my favourite future cyborg, you ready to go?" Steve liked watching Eddie talk, the way his lips moved.

"Thanks for driving him, Ed, it was hard enough convincing him to go to the first appointment, wanna make sure he actually gets them."

"Course, Bucks, happy to babysit our favourite babysitter."

Steve punched out his card and gathered his things from the back. The drive to the doctor's office was quick, the thrum of Eddie's mixtapes vibrating the van. Steve always liked hanging out with Eddie, he liked loud.

He really wanted to hold Eddie's hand once they were sat in the bright white office. The cold walls were a little too similar to the bunker, but he'd promised Robin.

"It'll be a little weird when we first turn them on but you should adjust within a week." The doctor explained before fiddling with the device. A few seconds later the tune of the radio flooded his ears, Steve perked up a smile gracing his face. He looked over at Eddie, "I can hear the radio!" Eddie grinned widely in return.

Later, back at the trailer Steve was enjoying hearing the movie playing, happy to not have to rely on the limited subtitled movies Hawkins had to offer. He could hear Eddie finishing dinner in the background, it warmed his heart feeling somewhat normal again.

"Hear you go, sweetheart," Eddie said passing Steve a bowl of spaghetti, plopping down beside him, it was nice, hearing Eddie's voice more clearly now.

He paused the movie as Eddie started monologuing about something that had happened at the garage that morning. Steve wasn't really paying attention, too busy watching Eddie's lips. He wanted to tell Eddie how he felt but he didn't want to lose this.

"Stevie?"

"Hmm?" He replied not looking away from Eddie's mouth.

"Your hearing aids stop working? You've been reading my lips."

Steve blushed, "Um no, I heard you just fine."

Eddie paused before smirking, "See something you like then, sweetheart?"

Steve smiled in return, "Maybe, maybe I just need you to come closer to hear better."

Eddie leaned forward, glancing down at Steve's lips, "Better?"

"Hmm, little closer, don't want to miss anything you say, very important."

Eddie was barely a breath away, all Steve had to do was close the gap, "Stevie." Eddie said Steve's name like a promise and Steve couldn't help moving forward, brushing his lips against Eddie's.

He's glad he listened to Robin and got the hearing aides, he wanted to memorise the sound of Eddie's gasps and moans forever.

[kneazle]

A little continuation of this post cause it was nagging at my brain. Just to be safe, under the cut it gets a little spicy but nothing too detailed (I don't think)

Eddie never thought he was much of the jealous type when it came to his partners but just like everything else in the last few weeks–Buck and Tommy changed that. He clutched his beer tightly watching as this man flirted with his men. It wasn't as if they were inviting the flirting, Buck was being his general friendly talkative self, and Tommy had his hip against the bar leaning on it nodding along to whatever was being said– but it still grated on Eddie's nerves.

"Eddie-" Hen leaned over the table, hand on his arm, "Don't do anything reckless, they're only talking."

"Yeah!" Chimney looked back and forth, not able to contain his interest in what was happening, they only learned about the relationship between the three men a week ago meaning this was gold to witness, "You know how Buck can be, and don't you see the way Tommy keeps glancing over here?"

Eddie made a grunting noise and took a sip of his beer, placing it down on the table a little too roughly before standing. Both of them tried yanking him back down but Eddie was determined to go over there.

Tommy spotted him first, giving him a soft smile that made some of the tension in his body dissolve. He grabbed Eddie's hand and pulled him closer as Buck grinned and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth before jumping right back into conversation, Eddie picked up something about motorcycles before he felt Tommy's arm wrap around his waist.

"Took you long enough," Tommy said lowly in his ear, teasing as he used his hand on Eddie's hip to pull him against his side.

"Shut up," Eddie grumbled, sliding his own arm around Tommy, hand sliding into his back pocket.

He could feel the strangers eyes shift to them without breaking his conversation with Buck and Eddie tensed again. Tommy slid his fingers under Eddie's shirt, running his thumb soothingly along his bare skin.

"Evan's just talking to him about this documentary he watched a few months ago," Tommy whispered to him, "You're a little tense."

"Can't imagine why," He huffed.

"How about we fix that then, hm?" Tommy tapped Buck on the arm, nodding towards the door when he glanced over, Buck grinned with a nod, holding up two fingers indicating he'd be another two minutes, "Come on."

He led Eddie through the bar and out the door, all the way to where Tommy parked his big truck tucked into the corner of the lot. He opened the door and motioned for Eddie to get in. His face flushed as he remembered what happened with them when Tommy bought it– the back purposely spacious for three grown men.

"Shouldn't we wait for Buck?" Eddie asked, ending with a small gasp when Tommy wasted no time reaching for Eddie's pants, unbuckling his belt and undoing them just enough to feel.

"Baby.." Tommy leaned forward, kissing along his neck, "I don't think you want to wait,"

A whine escaped Eddie's throat as Tommy moved to pull his pants down, Eddie lifting himself up just enough for him to do it. His eyes drifted closed for what only felt like a second at the feel of Tommy's touch, only to open them again to see Buck climbing in, shutting the door quickly.

"Tommy-" Buck pouted, his eyes roaming Eddie and Tommy's hand with interest, "You started without me."

"Sorry sweetheart," He said leaning forward for a kiss as he slid his hand up Buck's thigh.

Buck knew what Tommy wanted without being asked, moving to get his own pants out of the way a little too eagerly, making him hit his head against the roof. Tommy chuckled and started stroking them both, noises of pleasure filled the truck, and Buck moved closer to Eddie to kiss him as Tommy slid lower, just enough room for him to get on his knees with the seats pushed back the right way.

Buck groaned and kissed down to Eddie's neck with the intention to leave marks, maybe then he wouldn't forget there wasn't anyone else but the three of them.

What felt like hours later when they both returned the favor for Tommy, they lay slumped against the seats, only cleaned up by the wipes kept in the car.

"Hey," Tommy nudged Eddie with his knee, "You know we love you, right?"

Eddie nodded, "I know, and I love you both too."

The next time it was a man definitely flirting, but Eddie didn't have to do or say a word as Tommy and Buck kissed him, letting it linger on purpose.

[msgexymunson]

Rumour Part 5: Ready

Description: After your love confession, you're wondering if Eddie feels the same. Something happens to make him see how special you are to him.

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI this isn't for you bbys, the usual trifecta of angst, smut and fluff, brief violence (not between reader and Eddie) L bombs, brief male and fem oral receiving, p in v unprotected sex

A/N: this is the penultimate part!! I'll be sorry to see this version of Eddie go, I'm so happy you lot liked him as much as I do! If you enjoy this, please comment and reblog if you like it, it seriously makes my day reading your comments ❤

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Sitting at your dressing table, you claw your hair into a sensible ponytail, fussing with the fluffy bits that stick out the sides. You really weren't in the mood to put a full face of makeup on, so you just apply mascara and lip gloss. It helped with tips.

Sighing into the room, you pout, attempting to stare down your own reflection, your mind wandering to the sticky dark cloud that clung to you. Intrusive thoughts had grabbed you and refused to let go for a week now. Black tar thoughts; slow moving, bitter and impossible to remove.

You hear your front door open with a rustle of leather and a creak of boots.

"Hey baby." You call out of the door frame, still fixated with your countenance in the mirror.

"Hey sweet thing, you good?" Eddie's voice is higher than usual and bursting with barely concealed excitement.

You don't trust your words, sensing they'll betray you, so you settle with a nonchalant "uh huh. You?"

"Pretty girl, I've got something to tell you."

You're sure your ears would have swivelled towards him if they could, heart suddenly inflating in hope. You turn to him, taking in his beaming face.

"What is it?"

He's pacing your room at this point, telling you what's clearly been dying to burst out of his chest, words manifesting with undeniable glee.

"Well, you remember that band we saw?" You nod, shoulders dropping, heart sinking again.

"The guitarist came into my shop for a tattoo, right, and told me they've had a falling out with the front man, Bill or Buck or whatever. Anyways, we got talking and I told him I could sing, and one thing lead to another- well guess where I just came from? Their managers office, I'm in! They want me as a front man! They're going to change the name, and obviously we need to practise and stuff, but I'm gonna be in a band! With a manager! Isn't that awesome?"

He squats by where you're sitting, grasping your hands in his. You've never seen his eyes more alive. His coarse thumbs rub circles into the backs of your delicate hands.

You do your best to swallow the lump in your throat, the disappointment bitter on your tongue. This clearly means the world to him, and you are pleased for him, truly. A smile adorns your face, warm and loving, even if it doesn't reach your eyes.

"I'm so happy for you Eddie." Leaning forward  you press a soft kiss to his mouth as a distraction. He smiles against your mouth.

"It's gonna be great sweets, for both of us." You can't help but scoff slightly at his comment but he doesn't seem to notice, instead moving to mouth at your throat, nibbling at your ear.

"Eddie what are you doing?"

"I'm happy," he says, sucking at the pressure point in your neck, making you stifle a moan, "I need you."

You laugh mirthlessly "well, do you know what I need?" The words have more bite than intended, an edge to your voice that's razor sharp, cutting through the room and changing the ambiance in a heartbeat.

Eddie's taken aback, leaning on his heels. "What do you need sweets?"

"I need-" not now, not now, he's so happy, just drop it. "I need to go to work." You finish lamely.

"I can drive you, I'm not working tonight."

"It's fine, Eddie, I could use the walk."

You stand, wrenching yourself away from him and his soft eyes. Marching into the living room you perch on the sofa to put your shoes on. Eddie's propped up in the doorway, frowning at you.

"I don't like you walking at night on your own."

You laugh at him, the sharp sound nipping; it has teeth. "Eddie it's 7 o'clock. I'm a grown ass woman, I'll be fine. Can't you trust me to look after myself?"

"It's not like that sweets and you know it." Long strides cut you off from the front door, his arms folded.

"I just need some space. Fresh air." You stand up to leave, but Eddie's about as immovable as a mountain; all rocky arms and stony glare.

"Can I leave? I'm gonna be late."

"I said, I'll drive you." He's towering over you, broad and intimidating.

You stick your chin out, mustering your courage.

"And I said no." You push past him but he holds your upper arm with a firm hand.

"Sweet thing what's this about?" He ducks down to your height, searching your face for clues.

Your eyes are glossy, vision beginning to blur. "You know exactly what this is about."

Eddie steps back, releasing your arm. "Sweetheart, I..." he trails off, arms falling to his sides. "I don't know what to say."

"Then don't. Lock the door when you leave."

You ignore further wordless protests from him and pull your front door open, not bothering to close it as you march into the biting cold, struggling to put your coat on as you go. You refuse to look behind you, knowing he's outlined in your doorway, watching you leave.

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The bar is a bustling, chaotic mess when you get there. It's unusual, but you're very welcome for the distraction. You serve drinks, run around collecting glasses, and make yourself as busy as possible.

Nothing can quiet the dark voice inside your head.

You're an idiot. Why didn't you just talk to him? You're acting like a brat. No wonder he doesn't treat you like a woman.

As soon as you push any of your self deprecating thoughts aside however, more comments run through your head like a freight train.

Him not treating you like a woman is not your fault. He said it already, he called you a play thing. Maybe that's how he sees you? But why would he do all that for your birthday if he doesn't care about you? Why won't he just say it?

You stop for a second behind the bar, pinching the bridge of your nose. Maybe if you pinch hard enough the thoughts will go away.

"Hey darlin', you ok?"

Looking up, you're met with the ashy mop of hair and concerned eyes of Matt.

"Hey, sorry just real busy tonight, what can I get you, the usual?"

"Yeah, and a glass of red for the lady."

You look over his shoulder and see the unmistakable blonde hair and, well, physique, of Estelle.

"Oh, are you two-"

"Together, yeah." He beams at you.

"Aw that's real sweet, happy for you," you smile back, "hey you know there's a free booth over there, there's a reserved sign on it but it doesn't look like they're coming. Just, collect some glasses for me, ok?"

"Sure thing sweets." You flinch at that; continuing to get him his order.

After a while the hubbub dies down and your manager leaves you to lock up. It's just you and four drunks, and Matt and Estelle sucking each other's faces like there's no tomorrow.

Shouting last call, they're ushered out of the bar, leaving you to lock up. You think about calling Eddie to come get you, then remember how you left. Guilt twinges your stomach.

This is stupid.

You pick up the phone and call his number, nerves bubbling in your gut. After four rings, it defaults to voicemail. There's no way he's asleep already. He clearly doesn't want to speak to you.

Grabbing your belongings you leave, locking the front door behind you. You stomp briskly in the direction of home, trying to move fast to avoid the cold, your breath fogging in the air.

You're so lost in thought that the first time you see the two men in front of you is when you walk head first into one of them. Shock shakes you; a sharp cold breath shoots into your chest. Nearly falling, you teeter until one of them grabs you by the arm.

"Woah, falling for me are you?" He laughs perniciously, helping you get your balance. You look up at a tall, gruff looking man, wearing a dirty Demin jacket. A rough, wanton demeanour radiates from him. Dangerous. He keeps his hold on your arm despite your pleading eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

The other guy speaks up, moving to stand behind you. Crowding you; a silent threat, an escape blocked.

"You ought be more careful." Every word seems heavy and considered, like it was an effort to string a sentence together. You could smell the booze from here.

"Look, I'm sorry ok, I've got to go." You go to pull your arm free but he just grips you tighter.

"Seems you owe us a proper apology. Hot young girl like you, you should come with us."

Fear stabs you in the stomach; a red hot knife falls through your guts, twisting and cauterising as it goes.

"Yeah, we're havin' party." The man behind slurs out. You feel an unwelcome hand travel to your waist, flesh crawling with horripilation.

"Hey, let go of me!" You move to punch with your free arm but it's instantly pinned to your side by the gruff man in front of you. Hot alcohol breath is in your face, making you cringe and scrunch your nose up, panic gripping you as tightly as his hands.

Suddenly the hand on your waist is wrenched loose and you hear a dull thud. A shadow is cast over your shoulder, blocking the street light. You try to open your mouth to ask for help when a familiar low voice growls out.

"Don't you dare lay your fuckin' hands on the woman I love."

You see a blur, and hear a sick thud. It sounds wet and crunchy. Unable to process what's happening you stand there, frozen in shock. There's a scuffle, but it sounds underwater; after a while a firm hand guides you to an open car door. You smell cigarettes, and weed, and Aramis aftershave. Eddie.

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The next thing you're aware of is Eddie's apartment, Eddie's couch, safety; a blanket over your shoulders and a mug of something hot being placed into your waiting hands.

Eddie's crouching in front of you, hand with roughened bloodied knuckles stroking your arm so, so gently.

Your eyes refocus and there he is, chiselled jaw clenched, brown eyes filled with worry, blood running down the side of his face.

"You're bleeding Eddie." Placing the mug down with shaking hands, your fingers come up to his face.

"Fuck, you're ok." He collapses to his knees, pulling you in for a tight squeeze. Both of his arms encapsulate you, hands splayed against your back, holding you close.

His voice is muffled as he continues, speaking into your abdomen. "I was so worried when you wouldn't say anything, I didn't know what to do."

He pulls back enough so you can look down at his face. To your shock, tracks of tears run down his cheeks, shining in the light.

"Baby, you're crying." Your brows knot as you stare in the face of this dishevelled man in front of you.

He wipes his nose with the back of his hand and half laughs, "yeah, seem to be doing a lot of that tonight."

Your heart breaks at that remark, splintering at the thought of causing him pain. Standing up, Eddie stands too, holding onto your shoulders.

"What are you doing sweets?"

"Sit down I need to clean you up."

"No don't worry you sit-"

"Eddie, you're bleeding."

He finally sits down, holding his hands up in submission.

Fetching a first aid kit, a wash cloth and a bowl of warm water, you sit next to him on the couch and clean the blood off of his face, grateful to have something to do.

"I think you need stitches baby." You frown at the cut on his eyebrow.

"No it's fine, eyebrow cuts just bleed a lot. Trust me, I used to get beat up all the time." You give him some cotton wool so he can hold it against his eyebrow to try and stop the bleeding.

Taking his bear paw of a hand in yours, you gently take his rings off and dab lightly at the blood marks with the cloth, water in the bowl turning murky.

"Did you mean it?" Practically a whisper, knowing your voice will break if you say it any louder.

"You remember that huh?" He chuckles, still holding the cotton to his brow.

"Pretty hard to forget Eddie." On cleaning his hand it looks like most of the blood isn't his.

"Pretty shitty way to hear it for the first time. I'm sorry, I'm a stupid asshole." He huffs, looking down.

"Hey," his eyes meet yours, red raw and soft. "You're not an asshole."

"So I'm just stupid yeah?" He flashes a lopsided grin.

"Hey, you said it not me." He chuckles at that.

You gesture for him to move the cotton wool. The bleeding has stopped. You go over it with an antiseptic wipe and bandage it for him.

"You know, I tried to call you, for a ride. And I felt awful. I'm sorry. I should have spoken to you."

"Well, I felt awful too. I thought you didn't want to see me, so I waited outside the bar and tailed you home."

"Wow," you giggle, impressed by his chivalry, "I'd call you a creep but you saved me. So, thank you."

"Anything for you sweet thing." You blush at that.

"You're so fuckin' cute. I just, I'm sorry. And for the record, I don't fight, not really, but I saw them touching you and I just lost it. Can I explain a little?"

You nod, feeling your eyes already start to fill with tears. He takes your hands in his, looking at you dead in the eye.

"I'm not used to people wanting me. I'm not used to people staying, you know? Everyone always leaves me. I thought if I distanced myself a little, it would help, when you realised you were too good for me and left. When you realised I was too old for you."

Your heart swells, filled with love for this soft, vulnerable boy.

"Eddie, when have I ever mentioned your age? Or mine? I don't care. You are good, you're spectacular. You're mine. I love you."

"Pretty girl, I love you too."

Rough hands meet soft cheeks, chapped lips meet smooth. Crushing your lips together, you sigh in contentment, kissing the man you love.

His tongue laps into your mouth, softly massaging yours. You feel the chime of steel against steel. He quickly pulls away.

"Shit can I kiss you yet, I'm sorry I forgot-"

"It's fine Eddie, please." You press your mouth against his eagerly, tongue pushing into him. You take turns massaging each others tongues with your studs. It's sensual in a way you can't describe, an infinite connection, the sensation leaving you both breathless. Every movement conveyed with a lasting passion, an adoration for the ages.

His fingers start fumbling at your shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. He breaks away from you so he can start trailing hot little kisses all over your collar bone.

"Can I take you to the bedroom? I want to take my time with you."

You nod, biting your lip in anticipation. He doesn't scoop you up in his arms, like he does when he's desperate. He simply stands up and holds his hand out to you. You take it, allowing him to lead you gently to the bedroom.

You both perch on the edge of the bed, hands sweeping over torsos, ridding each other of your shirts. Each inch of skin displayed earns a kiss, each kiss earns another. Soft fingers trace tattoos, calloused hands rub warm flesh.

Time is inconsequential; nothing as crass as time could possibly invade this moment. You explore each others bodies as if it were the first time; touching, stroking, kissing.

Dragging your nails down his naked chest procures you a hiss through his teeth. You smirk, planting open mouthed kisses over every patch of skin, guiding him to lie back with your delicate palm. He complies, resting one arm under his head, the other hand stroking softly at the back of your head.

Unbuttoning his jeans, you pull them down slowly along with his underwear, stopping to kiss at the apex of his toned thighs. No matter how many times you see it, you can't help but think how pretty his dick is. Huge and girthy, resting against his stomach, flushed nearly purple at the tip, leading to the heavy steel bar though the slit.

You press little teasing kisses up the shaft and down the sides, watching it twitch at your ministrations. When you lick all the way up and circle the tip he practically whimpers; the steel of his piercing hitting the metal ball in your mouth.

Moving to rid yourself of your jeans he stops you to do it himself. Laying you down just where he was, he inches them down so, so slowly, kissing and licking at each inch of your exposed skin. The sensations building are progressing straight to your molten core, lava threatening to bubble out at all his small, careful, gentle touches.

Kneeling between your legs, thick digits trace the outline of your heat, spreading around your growing wetness. He leans over you, lips brushing your own, leaving paper trace kisses, his nose whispering against the side of yours.

"You're so beautiful like this. My beautiful good girl. I love you so much it fuckin' hurts."

With that, he sinks two large fingers into your pussy, gliding through your slick easily. You grasp at his biceps, mouth forming a silent gasp, heavily lidded eyes seeking his.

"I love you Eddie, you're- you're everything."

Eyes shining, he kisses the tip of your nose, the movements of his hand slow and soft.

You whine at his touches, gasping breaths escape your lungs as you stare into his eyes. He quickens his pace but you still him with a squeeze of your hand.

"Please, baby."

He knows what you need. Moments later he's between your legs, hard length rubbing against your folds.

"Like this, ok sweet thing?" A rough thumb pad strokes against your cheek as your breaths intermingle.

"Yes, please."

He smiles and pushes into you, diffusing the gentlest kisses over your forehead, cheeks, lips.

The feeling of being filled by him never ceases to amaze you. You feel him, in every pore, every cell. You open to him, exposed and vulnerable. Staring into his eyes you see him, really see him. He's just as exposed, just as vulnerable. Stroking at his cheek, you peck him lightly on the lips, allowing him to move.

Your bodies meld together, hips meeting in perfect unison. You feel his muscles tensing against your own; inked skin rippling against you, rose hip tattoo sliding against his skin.

Hooking your legs around him, you pull him deeper, and deeper. Your moans crest in a wave of longing, loud and lascivious. He smirks at the volume of your want, giving you exactly what you need. The bubbling heat of your release overflows, pouring out of your heat and into the universe, the feeling stretching and lasting forever; you and Eddie, an eternity in a moment.

Quivering and gasping, you make it back to this plane of existence, grasping at the roots of Eddie's hair in fear that you'll float away, begging with your eyes for God knows what. He takes one of your shaking hands in his own, lapping at your fingertips with his pierced tongue, deft kisses bringing you back to the here and now.

Smiling against your fingers when he sees you've made it back to him, he cages you in the unassailable fortress that is his arms; safe and warm and loved.

He holds you, large hand nearly encompassing your thigh, keeping you close as he moves against you. Both of you are glistening, the very aura around you pulsing in a crimson cloud of passion.

You're surrounded, engulfed and taken by him. There is nothing else except Eddie; this beautifully broken man, with his barely contained ardour, and his fragile soul.

You feel him speed up, mouth beginning to hang open, chasing his release. Pressing soft kisses to him, you map out your love over his cheek and jaw. He presses his forehead to yours, wide eyes locking, as he releases inside of you. Burly arms cling to you as he falls from that precipice, a tight embrace of consummation. The steady panting of his chest presses into you, wordless for a moment.

"Well, that was... intense" he chuckles softly into the skin of your neck, overridden by sheer joy. You stroke the back of his head.

"Yeah I know baby, same."

"Can we just stay like this? For a while?" The roundest doe eyes gaze at you.

"Of course we can. Just like this."

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Three months later and you're squeezing your way past giggling girls and denim clad men trying desperately to get to the backstage area, clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels to your chest. You're honestly impressed, this is the biggest crowd you'd seen them play for; there had to be a couple hundred people in this place at least.

After a few starter shows in dive bars, and a lot of practises, they were playing their first official gig as their rebranded band, Tongue Tattoo.

When Eddie had first told you the name you were very confused, staring up at him with an empty furrowed brow, wide eyes innocently gaping.

"But Eddie, you don't have a tongue tattoo."

"That's not what it means sweets."

"But what could it possibly-" Eddie flicked his tongue in an obscene gesture towards you, making you blush profusely.

"Eddie you can't call your band after-"

"-eating pussy? Why not? You seem to enjoy it." All smug grin and wandering hands as he pulled you in.

Thinking about it, it did seem appropriate. It was filthy, and sexy, and very Eddie.

Finally wiggling your way past some biker types in leather jackets you see two bouncers in front of you. Thankfully they remembered you, allowing you to pass with a nod and a wink.

You shuffle through the door, pulling down the front of your too short skirt with one hand, desperately clinging to the bottle with the other. Smoothing down the wrinkles in your top you let out a sigh of preparation and move down the narrow corridor into the back stage area.

If you could call it that. Bare brick and old sofas, a broken amp being used as a side table in the corner, cigarette butts on the floor. The room was swamped in smoke and noise; music playing from a beat up stereo, guitars being tuned, a couple of giggly girls hovering near the drummer trying to get his attention whilst he was in deep conversation with Anthony, the bass player.

Eddie's hunched over his guitar, fiddling with the strings, when Rich the guitarist nudges him. He looks up and sees you, eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.

"Well, my pretty girl, holding a pretty bottle. What you doing fetching drinks? You don't need to do that sweets." You're drawn in to the warmth of his smile, hands grabbing to pull you in by the flesh of your hips, guitar pinched awkwardly between you both.

"I wanted to. It's a gift for you and the guys. For good luck." He grins whilst you pull yourself away for a moment, grabbing some loose glasses on the side and handing out a shot for each of them.

"Hey, don't forget yourself sweet thing."

"Oh I'm not-"

"-part of the band? Pretty girl, you've been to every practise, every dive bar, helped with equipment. Come on." You flush at his words but pour yourself a drink anyway.

Toasting to the band, you knock the bourbon back, relishing the burn.

The band are called and you move to leave to support them front and centre of the crowd, but Eddie has you by the wrist.

He pulls you in roughly, and speaks low and sultry in your ear.

"And don't think I didn't notice this tiny skirt," he says, grabbing you by the ass. Then his voice lowers further, almost a growl, just for you.

"When the show ends I'm going to fuckin' ruin you."

His words flood through you, leaving chaos in their wake. You're all wide eyes and clenched thighs.

Flashing you a grin and a wink as if nothing happened, he allows you to leave. You gape for a moment, then remember yourself and find your way out of the room and to the front of the crowd, elbowing your way to your place.

A couple of fans notice you and move out of your way. One guy even pulls you in front of him so you can see. No one wants to upset Eddie.

And suddenly it's all lights and noise as they come on stage and you see your beloved once again in all his glory. This is where he's supposed to be. You knew it the first time you'd seen him perform. He prowls across the stage as if he owns it, as if it were made for him.

They whip the crowd into a frenzy, playing a mixture of original songs and covers. The style you recognise from that night you'd seen the band without Eddie leading them, but now they had an edge. It was darker, sexier. As always he brought this undeniable sin to the table that sent the crowd crazy.

And that was all before he unbuttoned his shirt.

Girls screamed. Hell, some guys screamed. Eddie laughed deep into the microphone, and you noticed a splash of colour on his chest, deep red, that wasn't there before. There's an unnatural shine to it. You squint and finally figure out it's a plastic layer; he must have gotten a new tattoo, just over his heart. It's not until he finishes a song, taps the pop of red twice and points directly at you, that you see what it is.

It's a rose, almost identical to your own. The permanence of the act makes tears prickle behind your eyes, a gush of feeling flooding your heart.

Almost as suddenly as the show starts, it's over. The energy in the room is palpable, electrifying. It was definitely a good gig; you're certain the band are going to be pleased.

Pushing and shoving your way backstage, you get there just as Eddie does.

"Baby that was incredible!" 

He picks you up in his large hands and spins you around making you squeal like a school girl.

"Yes it fuckin' was! Incredible. C'mere."

Before you can blink he's pulling you in for a devastating kiss.

"Hey, come on guys, get a room!" You hear Anthony groan.

"We have a room Tony, you just happen to be in it." Eddie bites back, grinning carnivorously.

"Seriously? Not cool!"

Eddie laughs, but nods at the guys and pulls you through a door, down a hallway, and into what you can only assume is a supply closet. You haven't exactly got much time to take in your surroundings before Eddie's biting at your throat.

"Eddie, wait just one second!" You giggle, pushing his head away. Wild eyes meet yours. You can feel the post show glow practically vibrating through his system; you know you have a small window if that.

You hold your small hands to his shoulders, ducking your head to actually look at the new ink he has.

It's nearly identical to your own rose tattoo he gave you about nine months ago, just a slightly different style. It's a little more illustrated, slightly less realistic. It's still beautiful, a perfect accompaniment to your own.

"Eddie, its beautiful. I don't know what to say."

He gives you a lob sided smile, stroking at the apple of your cheek with his thumb.

"I love you sweet thing."

"I love you too baby."

You're about to lean forward to give him a sweet kiss but your mouth hits nothing but air.

Eddie's fallen to his knees, reaching under your skirt to pull your panties down. You kick them off and away. Expecting to feel his tongue, your eyes half close in anticipation.

The world falls downward. Suddenly, Eddie's picking you up, your head advancing towards the ceiling. He's lifted you with ease, bear like hands grasping at your ass, your thighs either side of his head. Pulling your heat towards his waiting lips; he's holding you in the air like a rag doll.

Abrupt slam of your back into shelves; Eddie's dexterous tongue laps between your folds. A guttural moan winds its way out of your lungs, tinged with animalistic need. The heat of his mouth is igniting the fire within you, hips rolling into him as nature intended.

You want to tell him he's making you come. You want to tell him how much he means, how good this is. All you manage is a broken scream and a muttered "Eddie, oh fuck!"

Eddie knows. He forces his face into you, ferocious intent clearly exhibited. His tongue is wickedness personified; fiendishly flicking into your core, so evilly it may as well have been forked.

Fire bubbles deep within you, an unearthly lust boiling just under the surface of your skin, waiting to lash out with all the force of hellfire.

Eddie sucks on your clit like the devil himself and forces your release out of you. Your thighs clamp around his head as your orgasm flies through every nerve ending with a cleansing fire. Your moans ricochet through the tiny room and probably out to the rest of the band. You're past caring at this point.

Panting and sweating, you want to take a moment to centre yourself but there's no opportunity. Eddie's pinning you to the shelves with one arm, as if you were his toy. The other is frantically pulling at his belt and fly.

Pushing his pants down just enough, he slides you down his sweating torso and towards his waiting dick.

You feel him breach you and bite your lip to control the burning sensation. Even in this elevated state, Eddie knows he's a lot to handle. He bottoms out, grunting with the feeling of finally being seated inside of you, but gives you a moment to adjust.

"You ok sweet thing?" His words are heady and husky, barely containing the predatory want, devious desire spreading into his very vocal chords.

"Yeah baby," you manage in a small voice.

That's all he needs. Eddie's huge hands are grabbing you by the flesh of your ass, pulling you up and down his length. He's using your  body, his puppet to control; a burning effigy for his desires.

"My fucking good girl, letting me use her like this. Fucking pussy beginning to be used." He's growling, low voice shaking slightly with each heavy thrust. 

You moan, clenching at his filth, slick from your cunt dripping down your thighs.

"Yeah? That good huh? So fucking filthy for me, so ready for me to fuck you. Shit, hang on."

He pulls you off bodily and places you on your feet, only to spin you around and force your front into the wall, kicking your legs apart.

The tip of his solid cock is teasing your entrance, breath of his words ghosting your ear.

"You can take me like this, huh? My good girl."

You're about to scream your submission to the heavens when he pushes back into you with no warning, turning your scream into a whimper.

One of his hands twirls into your hair, forcibly pulling your hair back so he can plant burning open mouthed kisses to your throat. His thrusts are unyielding, pushing his entire length into you, leaving dull bruises deep inside. Gasping at the relentless onslaught you tighten around him, feeling another orgasm about to race through you.

"You're gonna come, I can feel it. Don't you fucking dare. You wait, you come when I come. You come when I tell you to come."

You tighten your muscles, cunt constricting his cock, eyes tight shut. Your impending release is held on a gossamer thread, grasped by the fingertips of his threat.

"Eddie, please please please-" it's just babble at this point; inane, needy noises.

He speeds up his powerful thrusts, one hand holding you against the wall by your throat.

"You do as I fucking say. You want to be my good girl, don't you?"

You attempt to nod, head lolling to the side, only held upright by his firm grip.

Hot breath, a low whisper on the shell of your ear, "I asked you a question."

"Please, please, I'm your good girl!" So high pitched; you'd think you sounded pathetic if you were aware of anything other than Eddie's thick cock penetrating your entire being.

"Ok, fuck, I'm gonna come, come with me, please, oh fuck-"

Eyes tight shut, you do as you're told. Your release cries out, speeding through you, ripping out of your very soul and beyond, leaving your decency and sense of self in tatters, torn by Eddie's hands. Every bone turns, changes, now slipping into useless puddles, muscles unresponsive and uncaring. You'd sink to the floor if Eddie wasn't pinning you to the wall, with not a thought in that pretty head of yours.

Eddie gently pulls his member from you and softly sits you down on a nearby stool, pulling up his pants. He kneels in front of you, palms pressing into your thighs.

"Fuck, I'm sorry if that was a bit much pretty girl." Half a laugh huffs out his chest.

"It's ok, it's fine, baby." You want to sound sure, confident. Your voice is a whisper, a shadow of itself.

"Shit sweets you know what to say if it's too much." He frowns, palm coming rest on your chin as if he was inspecting your face for damage. 

You hold his sure hand in your trembling fingers, softly kissing at his skin.

"I'm ok, I know what you needed."

He laughs, pulling you in for a crushing hug. Voice in your hair, you hear "the fuck did I do to deserve you."

"Something really good?" You smile, relishing his hold on you.

"Seems unlikely but I'll take it" he grins, "you're an angel."

Preening at his praise, you soak up the feeling of Eddie pressed against you, the love of your life holding you as tightly as he can.

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[queerdiazs]

and i feel just like i want to kiss you underneath my mistletoe | 9.3k, teen

“You slipped tongue in there, you motherfucker.”  Buck holds his hands up, sufficiently accosted. “Well, you were making a lot of weird noises,” he says, haughtily, as if he’s not the person to blame for Eddie’s red face, “so you were clearly enjoying the tongue.”  Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t,” he lies, like a liar. He enjoyed the kiss a little too much—wouldn’t mind repeating it at least seventeen more times just to see if Buck is really that good with his tongue or if it was a fluke. It’s part of the scientific method, you know.  “Did so.”  “Did not.”  “Did so, Eddie.”  Eddie puts his hands on his hips. “Did—” Except Buck’s a lot closer than he thought, grinning wide and ruddy-cheeked, and Eddie’s not a strong man, not really, and so he closes his mouth, reaches out, grabs Buck’s cheeks, and pulls him in for another kiss. It’s sudden, and Buck’s off-kilter, leaning so far forward he topples, and Eddie catches him, wraps him up tight, and sucks Buck’s tongue into his mouth again, lets Buck play and taste, and swallows every little noise Buck gives him, and, yeah, Buck really is that good of a kisser, holy shit.   Buck pulls back, breathless and starry-eyed and full of wonder. “Wow,” he says, blinking heavy.  “Wow is right.” Eddie grins, tummy full of sparkly joy, and steals another quick kiss because he can. Buck lets him. “Come home with me after shift. Don’t leave ever again, actually.”

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[upsidedownmvnson]

hii I was looking through your prompt list and i saw one for a smut prompt. “Do you want my fingers?” With Eddie? ❤️‍🔥 such a slut for that man’s hands my god 🫠

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this is your smut warning :))))))))))

a little begging, little degradation, and some unholy fingers <3

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"Please," you whispered, eyes filled with frustrated tears.

The two of you had been laying on your bed for what feels like hours. Eddie was taking his sweet time, doing seemingly nothing, while you whined, and squirmed and begged him for a little relief.

But he liked when you whined and squirmed. He liked to tease you until tears ran down your cheeks. Until you begged for him to do anything, anything he wanted to you.

"Please, what, honey?" he asked, teeth dragging across the dip of your neck, leading him to your shoulder, where he sucked a light purple bruise.

"I need you to use your words," he whispered, fingers tickling your sides as they slid under your shirt, stopping bover your ribs, radiating warmth there. You wanted him lower, you wanted those godly hands all over you, grabbing and pulling, not... ghosting over you, giving you not nearly enough.

"Eddie," you whined, bucking your hips towards him, but he just chuckled, eyes dark with lust, and power.

"Mmm," he mused, rubbing his thumb across your ribs. "That's only one word."

You huffed, eyes pleading for him to touch you. "I want you, I want more."

"More, how?" Eddie nibbled your collarbone, his eyes staying locked on yours. Fuck, he had beautiful eyes. "What do you want?"

You moved your hand over his free hand, wrapping your fingers around his, tugging them to your mouth, wrapping your lips around his pointer finger.

"Oh," he said, grinning, resting his chin on your chest, and admiring the view of your lips puckered around his digits, innocent eyes wide with lust. "Do you want my fingers, baby? Is that it?"

"Yes, please touch me Eddie, please," you mumbled around his finger, keeping it stuck between your teeth. He dragged it out, lightly pulling your bottom lip with it.

"So needy," he said, moving to rest on his hands and knees above you. Hands on either side of your head and knees wedged under your thighs. He leaned down to kiss you softly, still not touching you where you needed it most. There was a dull throb in your clit, pussy crying for him, just how he liked it.

"I am," you nodded, mumbling around his kisses, "so please, please help me. Please touch me Eddie," you pulled back, looking up at him with a pout. "Need you s'bad."

"So bad, huh?" he asked, leaning back and running his palms down your soft thighs. He stopped at the knee, yanking you forward a few inches, getting your legs angled better, making you squeal. "I guess I better help out my babe, need to satisfy you, huh?"

You nodded eagerly, throwing your head back at the sheer feeling of his hands dancing through your inner thighs.

"Like this?" he asked, gently running a single finger over the wet spot on your underwear, and you bucked at him again, desperate for more. He smirked, hooking a digit through your underwear, tugging it to the side, just taking a moment to look at you. "So pretty," he said, running a finger from his other hands through your folds, gathering your wetness on the tip of his finger, and he pulled it away far too soon.

He brought his finger back up to your mouth, where you greedily wrapped your mouth around it, tasting yourself on his hand.

"Like that?" he asked, love in his eyes as you swirled your tongue around him. "So fucking pretty," he muttered, looking down at your still exposed pussy. He dragged the panties down your legs, and you brought your knees up to your chest, letting him sneak the underwear off of you, before resting them over his legs again. "So good, so helpful baby. Always just where I need you to be."

Eddie pulled his finger out, and gripped your chin, smiling softly at you. "Eyes on me at all times, 'kay?"

And then he finally touched you, putting both hands to work where you needed him. The pad of his thumb resting over your clit but not moving, while he gently prodes your hole with his middle finger on the other hand. You bucked your hips, and he grinned.

"You're so impatient," he said, voice buttery and seductive, "I'll help you, pretty girl."

Eddie slipped his finger into you fully, making you arch your back and moan. On the other hand, his thumb did soft circles over your clit. Your breathing was already getting heavier, layer of sweat covering your chest at the pleasure.

He slipped a second finger in, curling them up and tapping the spongy pad of your walls. He knew you, every part of you that make you scream, and shake, and moan under him. He loved it, revelled in every second he could make you feel like this, and kept his eyes glued to yours.

"So good," you praised, "so fucking good Eddie. Love when you touch me," you moaned, resisting the urge to lurch your head back into the pillows. You would obey, you would always obey him.

He kept his smile as he leaned down, tongue replacing his thumb over your clit, eyes never breaking contact with yours.

"I want you to cum all over my face," he said, words vibrating against your clit, and you moaned, it would be an easy ask. "Whenever you're ready baby," he cooed, vibration ringing through your clit and bringing you closer.

"Just like that," you moaned, one hand running through his wild hair and the other gripping the sheets. "Oh fuck, just like that."

Eddie was like a wild dog when he ate you out, all messy and tongue, doing anything and everything to please you. He kept pumping his fingers in your pussy, the occasional coolness of one of his rings against your wet pussy made you clench. He continued lapping at your clit until he felt your walls squeezing around your fingers, and he knew you were close, and he wanted a taste.

He curled his fingers faster and slightly harder, coaxing you closer and closer with every swipe of his tongue.

You were a moaning mess, wriggling and squirming and unable to control your filthy moans. Music to Eddie's ears.

And you were seeing stars, exploding around Eddie's fingers like it was your job, gushing all over his face as he slowed his movements, but didn't stop, gently guiding you to the other side of your orgasm, taking care you bring you down softly.

And when you tugged at him, trying to bring him up for a kiss, he obeyed, crawling up your body with a wicked grin and a damp chin, no shame as he kissed you deeply, juices mixing with spit on your tongues, and Eddie moaned into you, pushing his chest against yours, molding into you.

"More, now," you mumbled, pushing yourself up against him.

He laughed, "needy girl."

[watchyourbuck]

“Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t want me?” if it sparks joy 💙💙💙

Buck could see the drops of sweat going down Eddie's back. They tainted his grey shirt every time he walked.

Eddie’s steps were unsteady, unsure. He had worked for over fourteen hours, and the high of the call was finally going down. He was tired.

Buck leaned against the glass door of the locker room, his firefighter gear bent over his hips. He sported the same grey shirt, but it wore a little tighter on him than Eddie. He crossed his arms over his chest, a playful smirk overtaking his lips.

It took Eddie a minute to notice. He had sat down on the bench and started to take his boots off, when a ring on his brain made him look up. Buck’s stare was dark.

“What?” he asked, a tremble in his voice. He sat up right, looking behind Buck to see if anybody else was around. “What’s going on?”

Buck licked his lips, shifting ever so slightly. “Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t want me?”

Eddie could have choked. If he had been consuming anything, he would have choked. He blinked, processing the scene in his mind. He couldn’t have heard right. “Wh- what?”

“You heard me,” Buck muttered, pushing himself off the door frame. He walked inside, taking three menacing steps. “So, are you?”

The sweat going down Eddie’s skin turned ice cold, everything else stopping right in place. He let go of his muddy boot. “Uh-,” he started, cutting himself off.

The height difference was making him anxious, so he slowly rose to his feet. Buck was still taller, but it felt a little less uncomfortable. He forced a playful frown on his face, not really sure how to respond.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Buck’s scoff was hard to ignore. It was riddled with cockiness and a throaty sound that made Eddie’s heart pump. “I see the way you look at me,” he said, loud and confident, like no one could hear them. “Your eyes on my body, the way you lick your lips... I’ve seen it all.”

All things considered, he could run; he could abandon his things in the locker room and bolt. But something was keeping his feet on the ground like nails on a casket.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Yes. “Buck, I-.”

“Look,” he said, stopping him mid-sentence — not that he had anything else prepared. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been nice, haven’t I?”

He reached forward, taking a strand of Eddie’s sweaty hair and pushing it away from his face. If he had had long hair, Eddie was sure he would have put it behind his ear. He nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve been,” he continued. His voice was condescending, but no matter how hard Eddie tried, he couldn’t seem to find it unappealing. “But now I don’t wanna be no more, so I’m asking. Are you done pretending you don’t want me?”

Eddie breathed out, a shaky little gush of air escaping his lips. Buck’s eyes roamed down his body, stifling a little ‘aw.’ “Look how hard you are.”

Again, he could have choked. Nothing in the world could have prepared him at all for what was going down. A part of him still thought he was dreaming —and it wouldn’t have been completely ridiculous, taking into the account the dreams he actually did have.

He nodded again, a feeling of absolute defeat settling in his bones. Buck nodded along, clicking his tongue like a teacher who’s just caught you cheating.

“Great,” he said, taking one step closer. A voice in his head yelled at him to wet his lips, but Buck didn’t lean down to kiss him. Instead, he reached forward to palm him through his gear. Eddie moaned with his mouth closed. “Now that we’re clear, I’ll be waiting for you in my car. Got it?”

Eddie closed his eyes, breathing slowly and resisting the urge to buck into Buck’s hand. Somehow he knew he would’ve laughed at him. “Y-yes,” he finally whispered, an admission that would cost him greatly.

“Outstanding,” replied Buck, a more than pleased grin extending over his lips. “Take your time.” He leaned in, taking Eddie’s jaw with his other hand and turning him to his side so he could whisper in his ear. “I’ve got all night.”

And just like that, he was gone.

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[glorious-spoon]

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss for buddie please <3

:DD here you go! featuring buck and eddie and unsubtle metaphors involving pool

Last Shot 937 words | first kiss

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Eddie doesn't realize that he's about to do it until it's already happening. There were, in retrospect, probably warning signs: the warm thrill that licked up his spine when Buck grinned at him across the pool table, way more cocky than he deserved to be given that Eddie wipes the floor with him nine times out of ten. But that's Buck, that's his thing: he gets knocked down and he pops right back up, beaming and strutting and trash-talking Eddie's shots.

So that, yeah. And it's not new, but it's taken on a different quality in the past few months, one that Eddie hasn't been letting himself look at. Because Buck likes men now. Buck kisses men and fucks men and is also currently single, which is another piece of this thing that's been spilling over the careful compartments where Eddie tries to keep all of the parts of himself that can't touch lest they create some potentially explosive mixture.

There's the three beers they've both had, which isn't enough to get him drunk but is enough to make him warm and loose, enough that he lets his eyes linger on the flex of Buck's forearms, his big hands on the cue, the faint dusting of chest hair in the vee of his open collar. The way he laughs, brilliant and golden under the billiard light, when he misses his shot.

"Next time," he says, stepping back from the table and setting his cue down to reach for his beer. "Next time, I'm coming for you, Diaz, just you wait."

"Sure you are," Eddie says indulgently. "Oh, wait. Isn't that what you said last time? Remind me who had to buy the last round again?"

"Yeah, yeah." Buck smiles at him over the lip of his beer and flaps a hand. "Take your shot already."

Eddie scoffs and reaches for his cue. He can feel Buck watching him as he leans across the table to line up his shot, and there's that thrill again, wondering how he looks through Buck's eyes. Wondering if Buck likes what he sees.

He sinks the ball. Buck exhales a laughing groan, and Eddie lines up another shot. Sinks that one too, and then a third, but he misses his fourth shot by a hair. 

"Hah," Buck says triumphantly, like he doesn't still have three stripes on the table to Eddie's one solid. He passes his beer to Eddie as he struts back to the table, and Eddie takes it and drinks even though it's warmish by now and is also one of those godawful lagers that Buck prefers and that Eddie only buys for his sake.

Buck lines up his shot, pauses, squints, and readjusts.

"You need a hand there?" Eddie asks innocently. "Happy to give you some pointers."

That gets him a brief, amused glare. He grins and takes another sip of Buck's beer. 

Buck sinks two balls and misses his third. Eddie sinks his last ball but misses the 8-ball. They pass the beer back and forth between shots without comment, and the bottle is empty but for foam by the time Buck finally gets the 8-ball in the pocket.

"Lucky shot," Eddie remarks cheerfully, leaning his hip against the table.

"Luck? That was pure skill and you know it."

"Oh, is that how you lost the first three games? Skill?"

"Sounds to me that you're just bitter you're going to have to buy the next round. But hey, better luck next time."

"Uh huh," Eddie says dryly. 

Buck grins and steps up into his space to pluck the beer bottle out of his hand, his fingers just brushing Eddie's as he does.

"It's empty," Eddie says. His heart is suddenly racing.

Buck pauses with the bottle halfway up to his lips. His grin fades a little, and there's something in his face that Eddie has been pretending not to understand for months now. Then his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and some small but vital structural element of Eddie's self-control abruptly fails. 

He surges forward across that last bit of space between them to catch Buck by the back of his neck and kiss him.

For a single stomach-dropping instant, Buck's mouth is slack and surprised, unmoving against Eddie's. Then he fumbles the bottle onto the table next to them and gets his hands on Eddie's hips, hauling him close and kissing him back. Eddie clutches at him, and Buck makes a soft noise into his mouth, something that he feels more than hears. His heartbeat is pounding in his ears, and he doesn't think he's ever been so aware of his own body, of the way it fits against Buck's body, of all the ways this is new and still so good.

Buck keeps his eyes shut for a moment when they finally break apart. Then he exhales shakily and opens them.

"Yeah?" he asks softly. The expression on his face is so much that Eddie can barely manage to meet his eyes, but he swallows hard and nods.

"Yeah," he rasps. The rest of it—I meant it, I want it, I've been thinking about it pretty much nonstop since it occurred to me that it might be a possibility—he leaves unspoken. By the way Buck's mouth tilts into a delighted, lopsided smile, Eddie's got an idea that he can tell anyway.

"Okay," he says. And then, grinning again, "I mean, if that's how I get rewarded for beating you at pool—"

"Okay, okay," Eddie says.

"I'm just saying! It's really inspiring."

"You're not funny," Eddie says, but he's smiling as Buck leans down to kiss him again.

[diazsdimples]

“You diaz boys sneeze the same.” + buddie (and chris)

Only if you want, no pressure! Just a headcannon of mine

I most certainly can do this! And working a bit of James Lore into this one!

"You Diaz boys sneeze the same," Buck remarks one afternoon as him and Eddie lounge on the couch together. It's a beautiful day out, with the sun streaming through the blinds, and Buck and Eddie are sprawled across Eddie's couch, legs tangled up with one another as Eddie reads a book and Buck scrolls through his phone. He's on an article about weird genetic phenomena and there's a little section that captures his eye.

Photic sneezing.

'Huh?" Eddie asks, slowly dragging his eyes away from his page as he finishes his sentence. He's soft and fuzzy around the edges, with fluffed up hair and a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. He's in a pair of grey sweatpants that are just a fraction too small for him, revealing a small strip of ankle, and Buck's favourite blue hoodie. Eddie in the mornings is Buck's favourite Eddie.

"I said you and Chris sneeze the same."

"What do you mean?" Eddie asks as he marks his page and shuts his book, peering over his glasses at Buck with an arched eyebrow. Buck shivers a little, making a mental note to make Eddie wear his glasses to bed that night, for... reasons.

"It's hard to explain," Buck replies, and he untangles himself from Eddie before pushing himself off the couch and extending his boyfriend a hand. "Come with me."

Eddie eyes him suspiciously but takes his hand nonetheless, allowing Buck to guide him through the dining room and kitchen. Eddie's hand feels warm in Buck's, the callouses on the tips of his fingers brushing against Buck's knuckles and sending little zings of electricity shooting down his arm. They've been together for over a year now but being touched by Eddie, having Eddie love him will never fail to make Buck giddy with happiness.

Buck leads Eddie out the back door and into the sunny backyard. Since moving in, him and Eddie had waged biological warfare on the weeds and triffids Eddie had been content to allow to grow, and now it contains a nice concrete patio, a cherry blossom tree in the corner, with flower beds outlined by old railway sleepers. Buck pulls Eddie into the middle of the garden and spins him around to face the sun.

"Look up," he instructs, standing back and crossing his arms over his chest.

"What are you-?"

"Just do it, Eds."

With a sigh that could only could only come from years of experiencing Buck and his antics, Eddie looks up, squinting as the bright rays of sunlight pierce his retina. He blinks repeatedly and Buck's smirk grows as he watches Eddie's eyes begin to water, his nose twitching, face contorted in the agony of an unborn sneeze until he rocks forwards with an almighty shout, just barely managing to cover his mouth with the crook of his elbow.

"Bless you," Buck grins as Eddie wipes his nose with the back of his hand.

"Did you bring me out here just to make me sneeze?" Eddie asks, unable to hide the fond smile that's pulling at the corner of his mouth, and Buck can't help but lean over and press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Not just you," he admits as he pulls away, before turning back to the house and hollering "CHRISTOPHER" with all his might.

There's a thud and a muffled swear Eddie's bound to lecture the teen about later, and a few moments later the clack of crutches against wooden floors gets louder, and Christopher appears at the back door, looking more than a little bemused as to why he's been summoned to the backyard.

"What's going on?" Christopher queries as he takes in the sight of his father rubbing his tickly nose and Buck next to him, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"C'mere kid," Buck says as he grabs Christopher's shoulders and directs him so he's standing next to his father, careful not to accidentally kick the kid's crutches or walk to fast as to accidentally trip him up.

"Buck, what are you doing?" Christopher asks again. He looks at Eddie for clarification, who very helpfully waves his hand as if to say "just do as he says."

Buck turns Christopher so he's also facing into the sun. "Proving a point," he says, before stepping back once again.

Christopher barely has to look up before he's shooting off a volley of sneezes, each one as loud and explosive as his father's, but with a quantity that's reminiscent of Shannon, if Eddie is to be believed.

"So exactly what were you trying to prove?" Eddie asks when Christopher finally stops sneezing, and he pulls his sleeve over his hand to wipe Christopher's nose, ignoring the indignant "Dad" as the teen squirms away from his father, far too old to be fussed over

"You two sneeze the same," Buck grins, and he pulls out his phone to show Eddie and Christopher the article he'd been reading.

"Photic sneezing," he recites," is a sneeze reflex caused by exposure to bright light. Can be triggered by allergies or a change in lighting. If you have the reflex, it's likely you inherited it from a parent."

He stops reading and looks back at his boyfriend and stepson, smug as anything.

"See, you've both got that reflex! And they even sound the same, even though Chris sneezes way more. Isn't that cool?"

Eddie chuckles and walks over to Buck, taking his face in his hands and kisses him soft and slow. Behind them, Christopher lets out a groan of disgust and makes his way back inside, muttering something about them needing to get a room.

"You've got a low threshold of excitement, baby," Eddie smiles fondly as he pulls away, stroking his thumb over Buck's cheekbone.

"Well I thought it was interesting," Buck says, a little defensively. He's still in the habit of feeling as though he needs to defend himself when he gets excited about something, despite months of Eddie's reassurances that actually he finds all of Buck's fun facts completely adorable and could listen to them every hour of the day.

"It's okay, sweetheart, I'm just teasing you," Eddie reassures Buck with another tender kiss. "Wanna come inside and tell me more about it? I kinda wanna know if there's more things Christopher has inherited from me."

That has Buck brightening immediately.

"Yeah!" he exclaims, and he grabs Eddie's hand, practically dragging the man up the back steps and into the kitchen. "You wanna hear about Darwin's Tubercles?

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