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k-hotchoisan · 6 months

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touch and sketch

stuck with an artist’s block, Jongho’s friend introduces you to be his model for his project, which ends up introducing a whole whirlwind of problems, especially when you're modelling nude for him, and he realises how pent up he is on top realising how attracted he is to you.

Genres/warnings: smut, pwp, artist jongho (bc he’s the only who can actually draw 😭), nude modeling for art, perverted! Jongho who’s actually pent up, unprotected sex, sexual tension, kinda fluff?, oral (m receive), tit/nipple licking, masturbation, blowjob, cumming on garment, cream pie, Wooyoung is lowkey a wingman, bathrobe is a paid actor

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The back of Jongho's wooden pencil taps against his sketch book. The page has faint lines of messy sketches, erased over and over again. Eraser dust is scattered all over his desk, especially around his notebook. Jongho sighs, dropping his pencil, where it rolls into the crook of the notebook before he gets up to grab his third cup of coffee. Artist's block is a common occurrence, but this came at the wrong fucking time. Not when he has deadlines to meet.

He glances over at the large blank canvas propped up on the easel. It doesn’t help that his model bailed last minute because something came up. Now he’s left uninspired, without a model, and a shit ton of piling works to submit before the month ends. Sure, two and a half weeks sounded long, but for an artist? It’s almost a death sentence with the amount of work sketches he needs to come up with, let alone the large glaring canvas serving a reminder that his final piece is due altogether.

Knocking from the studio door echoes in the room, snapping Jongho out of his thoughts and worries, at least for the time being. There is a pause before the door pushes open, Wooyoung’s head peeping from the door.

“Hyung”, Jongho greets, settling his mug onto the table, rubbing his hands on the fabric of his trousers. Wooyoung’s eyes are bright, and he looks like he has something to tell Jongho, and he hopes that it’s good news.

“I’ve got good news for you, buddy”, Wooyoung says, dragging a stool to sit beside his junior. “I found a replacement model.”

Jongho’s tired eyes suddenly lighten up. Fuck, there’s hope. Maybe he can wing this shit especially when one of his worries has been elevated by a whole ton.

“How?” Jongho asks, his fingers idly twirling the pencil.

“I’ve got my ways. You owe me dinner, bro”, Wooyoung smiles, patting Jongho’s back gently. “But you can do that when you’re done with your submissions.”

Jongho has never felt relief this large like the ocean, washing over him over and over again. He feels like he can breathe once more. He looks up at Wooyoung, his eyes reflecting a glint of hope of completely escaping his hell.

“Thank you, Hyung. I really am eternally grateful for you”, Jongho sighs, dropping the pencil back to the desk as Wooyoung snatches his phone to enter the model’s number into Jongho’s phone.

Wooyoung dons his signature smile before he heads for the door. He pauses for a moment before he turns to Jongho.

“She’ll come in tomorrow. Don’t scare her off okay?”

Jongho scoffs at Wooyoung’s words, but he nods before he waves Wooyoung off, then going back to his empty sketch book, attempting to drown in his work once more, hopefully with an ounce of progress this time at least.

You glance down at the message from the number Wooyooung passed to you the day before. He told you he had a friend who needed a model for his art finals, and that he was pretty desperate because his previous model cancelled on him. You didn’t think much of it, considering that you did help a couple of your close friends to model for their art finals too, and accepted without much thought.

“He’s a polite guy, but he’s a little shy. Don’t bite him okay?” Wooyoung reminded you, receiving a soft smack to his arm from you in response.

You look up at the art studio, double checking the signage before knocking on the door.

There’s silence. You furrow your eyebrows and knock again after a few seconds.

Shuffling could be heard from the other side of the door before the door pulls open to reveal a boy with glasses that sit loosely on the bridge of his nose. His cheeks are chubby, and his whole demeanour reminds you of a…bear? Something about him looks so cuddly. But he looks like a mess—his brunette hair tousled, his eye bags are slightly prominent, and it makes you wonder how much this poor dude has been slaving away for his work.

You force a smile. “Hey! I’m y/n. You’re Choi Jongho right?”

Jongho blinks before it seems like a lightbulb has gone off in his head. His eyes slightly brightens up, and he shifts a little to let you into his studio.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. Thank you for accepting such a last minute thing. I’ll compensate you once I’m done”, Jongho greets, shutting the door behind him.

You take a step into the studio, taking in the small and cluttered space. Canvases and easels stands take up space on the floors and corners, different types of papers, pens, brushes and palettes covering the desk. There is a couch in the middle of the room, probably for the model, dusted clean, with a large piece of fabric hastily draped over the piece of furniture.

He plants himself on the roller chair before he turns to you, gesturing to you to sit on the couch, and you take the offer, trying to relax against the fabric beneath you.

“So”, Jongho begins, flipping a smaller notebook open, scanning through the bullet points he wrote. “I need you to come in quite often for the next two weeks, at least until I’m done with this, so I’ll have to trouble you a bit.” You shake your head reassuringly.

“No worries, I’m done with my finals, so I’ve got time to spare.”

Jongho nods, and he starts with briefing you on the details of the schedule, and he pauses at the final bit. He seems hesitant.

“…And for this piece, I need you to model nude”, he finally says. Then he looks up. “Are you okay with that?” You see pink tint dusted at the tips of his ears, but his expression remains firm. But he continues, his gaze switching back to his moleskin-esque looking notebook, “this one is gonna take the longest because as you can see”, his hands gestures to the large, blank canvas that sat in the middle of the studio, “it’s definitely going to take awhile.” He’s done, and you see his fingers fidgeting with the dangling ribbon of his notebook.

“Sure. Do we get started now? We should right?”, you respond, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips, watching hints of relief flood Jongho’s expression as he relaxes slightly. “I’ll compensate you well, I promise”, the male artist sighs in relief.

Of course, he doesn’t have you model nude immediately. He doesn’t want to scare you off, not when he knows how fucking difficult it is to get a model, let alone someone to model nude for him. But he has you do simple poses, poses that he manages to transfer into gorgeous sketches in his sketch book that he feels relief in seeing filled up. It’s amazing to see Jongho at work—how he’s concentrated at fixing your poses at the smallest angles and movements, and how he’s able to replicate real life into drawings. It was almost like magic.

You take a small sip of coffee that Jongho made for you as you watch the pencil in his fingers make rough, yet confident strokes on the paper, all of it coming together.

You observe that he’s rather quiet for the most part, or maybe he’s just absorbed in his own works. So from time to time, you would talk to him, sometimes making coffee for him in between sessions, which Jongho is definitely grateful for. Undoubtedly, he slowly starts to open up, on top of making progress on his assignments. If anything, you thought it was nothing short of attractive Jongho looked when he was fully focused onto his crafts.

The sixth day is when he gives you a head’s up to start modelling for him in nude. By then, the both of you were more comfortable with each other, especially spending quite a bit of time in close proximity, not to mention, despite his seemingly cool demeanour, Jongho was a very easy person to get along with.

“Have you done this before?” Jongho asks, as he sifts through large canvases, looking for the one that is perfect. “Yeah, a couple of times”, you reply, squeezing the bathrobe in your arms.

“I’ve drawn the curtains and locked the door. You can remove your clothes behind the folding screen there”, he points over before going back to setting up his charcoals onto the easel.

It doesn’t take you long to walk out from behind the folding screens in a bathrobe, and Jongho is still setting up his canvas. He looks over when he hears your footsteps growing closer, then gestures to the couch, now with a large piece of white silk fabric draped over. “You can get ready over there”, he instructs.

You drop the robe, letting it hang over the couch as you get yourself comfortable on the furniture. You shiver slightly at the cold breeze from the ceiling fan, and well, also because you were currently naked.

When Jongho is finally done with setting up, his attention turns to you, and he’s rooted to the ground for a good few seconds as his eyes wander all over your body and your pretty little features, and for a moment, his breath is caught in his throat.

Here’s the thing, Jongho has had models model nude for him—both men and women. He’s not phased, because that’s just part of what he needs to do—capture anatomy at it’s rawest form and sketch them onto his papers. But then, here’s the thing—he suddenly cannot seem to focus when his eyes are on you.

“So, how should I pose, Mr Artist?” You ask with a small smile on your face, snapping him out of his little thoughts. Jongho looks pretty flushed—you notice the tips of his ears are growing slightly red, but he walks over where you are.

“If you don’t mind”, he asks, and you shake your head, holding your breath when you feel his warm touch against your bare skin as he gently positions you.

“Lie down for me and face the canvas. I’ll position your arms and legs for you”, Jongho says. You let yourself rest on the plush couch, and you feel Jongho’s hands all over you once more, resting under your ams as he positions it on the couch. Your eyes follow his movements, noticing how he would glance past your chest, but then pause when he has to touch your lower body. The red at the tip of his ears is starting to flush his entire ear by now. His fingers brush against your thighs, and you try not to fidget too much, and hope he doesn’t feel the goosebumps he’s giving you. Jongho manages to position your legs the way he wants them to look before he hastily gets up and scurries back to the canvas.

“I might need you to stay like that, at least until I’m finished with the rough sketch. Could you hold on for me until then?” He asks, his eyes slowly trailing down your whole body, trying to keep the image in his head.

“I’ll try my best”, you reply with a smile.

Jongho tries his best to keep his thoughts at bay, at least, until he finishes the sketches. He lets his hands do the magic, the graphite pressing against the canvas as the quick strokes begin taking shape.

The process definitely took awhile, and you were grateful that Jongho positioned you in a pose where it was relatively comfortable, at least. The both of you would have small conversations in between, and it definitely helped ease the tension. When Jongho’s head would peek out from the side of the canvas, you would internally giggle to yourself, thinking how much he looks like a little bear looking for food.

Although the first day of the nude modelling went well, for some reason, Jongho can’t seem to get you out of his head, well your body, specifically. The touch of your skin still burns on his, and he barely is able to shake off the growing tension in his body. He slaps his cheeks.

Few more days, Jongho. Just a few more days.

The following days go by, not with their own problems—not with the art piece though, thankfully, but with you. The more he stares at you, the more he can’t seem to get his mind out of the gutter. Each passing day he thought he would grow more used to looking at your bare body, but apparently not, because his cheeks would heat up whenever he’s shading or blending, especially nearing your chest and thighs, when he has to look over, his gaze lingering a little too long, at the same time, thinking about how ridiculous he feels about this. Jongho mentally slaps himself, and forces his attention back to the canvas, his shading already halfway done.

But as his glances continue to stay longer on you, the sudden thought of his fantasies bubble up right at that moment—the way you’re writhing underneath him, taking his thick cock inch by inch on the couch that you were supposed to be modelling on, his bare skin against yours. His mind begins to float at the expressions you would make, the things you would say, and his grip on his charcoal tightens.

Jongho pauses there, his mind swimming in the depths of sin, his charcoal paused in mid air. His erection is pressing against his cargo pants. He internally curses, thankful that the canvas is big enough to hide whatever embarrassment he’s holding right now.

As the drawing slowly blooms on the canvas, you could take more frequent breaks in between sessions. At first, you’d wear the bathrobe fully, but as you slowly become more comfortable, you wouldn’t even tie the bathrobe, letting your nipples peek through the large opening, and boy, did that sometimes send Jongho’s head spinning when you’re teasing him like that.

Everything seems to almost snap during another one of your breaks, you quietly walk over to Jongho’s side, your bathrobe only draping over your shoulders watching him blend out the charcoal. The smell of your body soap hits him and floods all of his senses, and Jongho stills, his mind completely surrounded by you.

And that’s when realises his cock is rock hard, and that you are standing just over his shoulder, barely covered.

“I really like your art style”, you compliment, your eyes tracing the lines. You lean in forward, and your hand presses against his shoulders to balance yourself, followed by your body weight. All Jongho can do is force a smile while his heart is beating a hundred miles an hour.

When you leave few hours later, Jongho stays behind to finish and clean up. He doesn’t know how he was able to pull through the rest of the session with an erection just pressing painfully against his pants, but the moment he goes to the couch to collect the bathrobe, he cracks. The smell of you lingers on the piece of garment and Jongho feels like he’s about to fucking burst. He slides his bottoms off, including his underwear, letting his wet cock sit heavily against his abdomen with a relieved sigh.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing this.

Lifting the garment to his nose, your smell completely engulfs him, and his hand is on his cock, giving it a couple of pumps, soft groans leaving his lips. His hips buck into his hand, desperate to speed up while day dreaming about you between his legs, taking his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head, looking up at him with fluttered lashes, then slowly pulling out, agonisingly slow that it drives Jongho crazy, before you pump him and let him cum all over your bare tits.

Jongho’s hips jerk, accompanied by a whine at that imagery. He fucking swears you look ethereal bare like that, but his cum on you? He thinks you’ll look like the perfect masterpiece. The bathrobe falls slightly, and drapes over his cock, and Jongho decides to fuck his hand over the garment, while still letting himself go drunk over your smell.

“Y/n, fuck. Deeper. Oh gods”, His mind slowly growing more hazy at the thought of you doing things to him. Before he knows it, a pleasured whimper slips past his lips, his eyes rolling back, the lewd sounds of his cock being fucked by his hand grow louder, more faster and more wetter, as his orgasm bubbles over, warm and thick all over the bathrobe.

He’s fucked.

The next day, Jongho is completely in a blur, but he’s almost done, much to both his relief and dismay, mostly because he wants to see you more often. The sinful act he committed lingers freshly in his mind, and the slight of you wearing the bathrobe, loose over your body, when he just cummed on it the night before (although he still washed it), has his cock jump in his pants again. He internally prays for the session to go quickly, or smoothly at least, because he doesn’t know how much more he can take.

On your break, you stand behind him again, watching him skilfully use his fingers to blend out the charcoal, his movements growing slower at your scent once more.

“Oh, that means you’re almost done, aren’t you?” You ask, your sides leaning onto him, only separately by the useless garment hugging you loosely.

“Yeah. It’s just a little more blending and we can wrap up”, Jongho manages to reply. He doesn’t catch you taking one of the charcoal. He doesn’t catch you with that playful stare while you slightly stain your hands with it. And he definitely doesn’t catch your playful intentions when you smudge your fingers against his face, a stroke of charcoal that streaked down his cheek while he blinks in utter shock. He glances up at you with a pout before hastily getting off his chair.

A wide smile spreads over your face before you giggle and run away, with Jongho giving chase after you.

“Come back here!”, he yells playfully, chasing you around the studio, which only makes you giggle even more. “That was rude as hell, y/n!”

His hands manage to grab your wrists, and you’re pinned onto the couch, the bathrobe sliding off your shoulders, all the way down your arm. Jongho is just inches above you, panting slightly from chasing you.

“Caught ya”, he presses his hands on your face, streaking a charcoal stain down your cheek as well, for payback, reflecting your smile before it completely disappears. You stare back at him breathlessly, your eyes lowering to his lips before shifting back to his eyes.

He slowly lets go of your wrists, his hands sliding to your jaw. Your arms hug his neck, and before you realise it, Jongho’s lips are soft and wet against yours, parting your lips to let his tongue swipe your bottom lip. A soft groan is pulled from you as he tugs gently against your bottom lip, feeling slick slowly puddling from the arousal. Jongho’s hands slide down to your thighs, pushing them open while his lips keep yours occupied, his mind slowly blanking out.

When the both of you pull back, you can’t help but relish at the way Jongho still looks so fucking good even after that steamy make out session. He looks starved, and so pent up, even more evident when you feel the hardness of his cock just pressing onto your thigh through his pants.

You press your bare leg against his erection, and Jongho lets out a whimper.

“Let me help you with that”, you offer, shifting so that it was Jongho on the couch. You tug at the waistband of his shorts, and his cock comes into view, as heavy as it was the night before, transparent fluids coating the tip of his length.

His breathing grows more ragged, because he can’t believe that this is happening.

“So fucking pretty”, you smile, before sticking your tongue out, giving licks from the base to the top, sending Jongho’s mind into a complete frenzy. “How long have you been pent up like this, babe?”

Babe. Jongho’s breath is caught in his throat. “Awhile”, is all he manages to answer, his abdomen flexing from the way you’re stroking him with your hands.

You don’t give him any warning before pushing your head down, letting your mouth cover the entirety of his cock, letting it hit the back of your throat. Jongho’s knuckles are growing white from how hard he’s gripping the silk fabric on the couch, his other hand tugging at your scalp.

“F-fuck. Don’t stop. Please. It feels so fucking good”, he whimpers, slowly turning into a sob, his hips fucking into your mouth. You pull back slowly, letting him watch his cock emerge from your mouth, wet and sticky with a coy smile.

“Feels better than in your little fantasies, doesn’t it?”

Jongho’s eyes widen, and he swallows hard. Fuck.

You don’t even give him a chance to respond, taking his full cock into your mouth once more, this time, bobbing your head, feeling him fill up your mouth whenever you take him in once more. Jongho’s mind is completely gone, his head is resting against the backing of the couch, eyes rolled back in complete bliss.

He barely comes back to reality when you finally slow down and pull back, thick fluids of his precum and your spit link your mouth to his cock before you lick them away. You give his pretty cock a couple more pumps before you sit up to straddle his thighs, letting Jongho undress you completely (although there wasn’t much to undress anyway), leaving the bathrobe somewhere on the couch.

You inch forward, capturing his lips with yours once more, taking his hands to roam around your bare skin, letting his warm touch linger. Jongho lifts your hips, barely hovering over his cock, and he pushes you down slowly, his eyes locked onto you—eating up your fucked out expression as you’re spilt open by him from below as his cock pushes past your hole. He swallows hard again when his cock is seated warmly in your cunt, taking your breast to his mouth, his tongue swirling gentle circles over and over to distract himself from cumming too early. Drool seeps past the corner of his lips, his mind dizzy at how you’re so warm and just squeezing him so fucking perfectly. He switches to your other breast, giving it the same treatment, absolutely drunk on the way you’re moaning his name, your hips lifting slightly before he’s seated in you to the hilt.

“So fucking deep babe”, you sigh, keeping your eyes locked onto Jongho, who only pulls you into another deep kiss before he says, “we can go deeper.”

You blink at him, and this time, it’s his turn to stop you from responding when his hands roam to your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, letting your cunt swallow his cock even more, before making you bounce on his cock while you hug him.

“That’s it. All the way, baby”, he encourages right into your ears, ignoring the profanities spewing out of your mouth.

The sounds of wet skin only echoes louder in the closed studio, you only pray that no one walks past or tries to rattle the damn door knob. Well, not that you could do anything about it.

“Too much, Jongho-“ you choke, feeling his cock dragging against your soft walls, “I’m gonna-“

“Go on, let it go”, he encourages once more, making sure every time he sinks into you, you fucking feel him pressing against your sensitive spots.

Jongho holds your thighs down, his vision completely focused onto, watching you fall apart on his cock, fluttering so fucking nicely against his length as stars overtake your vision, and cream coating his cock when he pulls out, only to rut back into you.

“You’re so fucking pretty, y/n. Even the canvas can’t capture your glow”, Jongho confesses, feeling himself reach his limit. His eyes are shut, and he buries his head against the crook of your neck. You feel yourself flush at his words.

“I’m gonna cum, y/n. I can’t take it. Feels so good”, Jongho mutters, eyes glazed, looking up at you once more, his grip around you tightening. Your fingers comb back his locks, and with a smile, you reply, “you’ve earned it, baby.”

He falls apart, flooding thick and warm cum into your pussy, his breathing uneven and his mind spinning. Oh god, he can’t think.

As the both of you come down from your high, Jongho still has his head nuzzled against your neck, giving soft kisses from time to time as he softens in you.

“Don’t you need to finish your piece?” You ask, slotting your hands into the sleeves of the bathrobe as Jongho holds it behind your back.

“Yeah, I’m almost done. If it wasn’t for someone who decided to smudge charcoal onto my face”, he teases, and you laugh in reply. “Give me fifteen minutes, then we can have dinner together.”

The mess the both of you made was the least of your concerns, because Jongho scored a distinction on said piece anyway, and evidently, you’ve become his favourite muse, and he turned to be your favourite artist.

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epicbuddieficrecs · 2 months

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Weekly Recap | July 22nd-28th 2024

Had a nice week off, sadly it's back to work for me :(

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Made A Difference In My World by I_still_dont_understand_13/ @dangerpronebuddie (Post-S7, Getting Together | 1K | Teen): Maddie's words echo in Buck's mind as he stops practically mid step to stare. He must look like a fool. Best case scenario, a really detailed lawn ornament. But the sight before him would stop even the toughest of men, and Buck is a weak, weak man. It doesn't help that the speakers are blasting Whatta Man. It doesn't help that this year's LAFD shirts are thinner than previous years thanks to budget cuts. It doesn't help that the sun is at the perfect angle to make the man before him practically glisten.

This doesn’t change anything between us, okay? by fraddit/ @fraddit (Post-S7, Unrequited Love, Open Ending | 1K | Teen): Buck and Eddie talk and break each other's hearts, but the love remains.

Workplace Regulations by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Established Buddie | 1,2K | Explicit): "Maybe I should have brought the clipboard. For, like. Plausible deniability." Eddie snickers as Buck maneuvers him back against the shelves, spinning him around in the darkness. "You really think having a clipboard is gonna help if someone catches us fucking in a supply closet?"

my sleep broke on a hug by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP | 1,3K | Explicit): This is real, though. Buck is snoring faintly, and Eddie's mouth is morning-sour, and they're both sweating where they're pressed against each other because Buck tugged the blanket back up over them last night before Eddie pulled him into his arms. This is real.

Come Home by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Canon Divergent - Post Lawsuit | 1,5K | General): Nearly three years after the lawsuit, after Buck ran away from everyone, from him, Eddie gets a letter written in a familiar scrawl.

held at the end of your tether by teaspoon/ @standback (PWP, Established Buddie | 2K | Explicit): Eddie loves getting Buck to say exactly what he wants and then giving it to him, but the fun part is winding him up first—making him beg for it.

drown in my mind by devirnis/ @devirnis (A/B/O AU, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Buck pads down the hallway and pushes the door to the kitchen open slowly. A fond smile curls up the corners of Buck’s mouth. And then the scent hits him. Sickly sweet, like honey and cough syrup. Normally it’s a scent that has Buck’s heart soaring, but the smell combined with the fact that it looks like Eddie has stress-cleaned the entire house while Buck was on his 48-hour shift has guilt churning violently in his stomach. Eddie’s in heat.

this ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Established Buddie | 2,5K | Explicit): Eddie hooks a hand through the handle of the leash and tugs a little. Playful, it's playful and a little teasing and not forceful at all, but the collar presses into the base of his neck as Eddie reels him in, and something in Buck's mind goes blissfully silent and still.

mixed message by coldbam/ @coldbam (Post-S7, Accidental Sexting, Infidelity | 2K | Explicit): Five minutes later Eddie hears his phone vibrate on the counter, the screen saying it’s another message from Buck. He expects it to be a link to a trail Buck wants to do, or maybe even a detailed grocery list. But… When he opens his message, he’s greeted to—it’s—well, it’s Buck’s dick. * Or Eddie accidentally receives a text meant for Buck's boyfriend.

melting on my lips by devirnis/ @devirnis (PWP, Established Buddie | 3K | Explicit): Eddie doesn’t know how he ended up like this. Scratch that, he does know how he ended up like this. When Buck gets in a certain mood – all teasing smiles, lingering touches, reaching increasingly further and further to make any kind of innuendo – Eddie finds it impossible to resist him. So when Buck had caged him up against the kitchen counter and kissed the living daylights out of him before suggesting they take it to the bedroom and try something new? Yeah, no way was Eddie saying no to that one.

alleyways and payphone calls by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Established Buddie | 3K | Explicit): He doesn't grope Eddie in the elevator mostly because he's pretty sure that if he starts he's not going to stop, and Eddie's got a slightly crazy-eyed look that suggests now is not a good time to count on him being the sensible one.

no need to be brave by teaspoon/ @standback (Post-S5E13, Friends to Lovers | 4K | Explicit): It should be weird, probably, that he’s let Buck take on this role in their lives. And it should be monumental, even earth-shattering, to realize that if anything, Eddie just wants more. He wants to put his mouth on Buck’s birthmark, on his easy grin, at the dip of his throat. He wants to drag Buck into his bed and keep him there. Suddenly, the idea of not seeing Buck for two days makes him want to punch a wall. Again.

The Other Thing by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Friends to Lovers | 4K | Explicit): Eddie is blushing, and it's one of the prettiest sights Buck has ever seen, and he'll blame that completely for the next thing that comes out of his mouth. "Do you want me to do it again?"

I mustache you a question by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Post-S7, Getting Together | 5K | Teen): Eddie's life is in shambles. He grows a mustache. It, somehow, fixes everything.

I'll Take "Sounds I Wish I'd Never Heard" For $500, Alex by Kwills91/ @kwills91 (Getting Together, Post-S7 | 5K | Teen): Buck hears the Grindr notification sound on Eddie's phone - several times - and inevitably has a crisis about it.

every time i don't (i almost do) by justhockey (Getting Together | 8K | Teen): Or, five times Eddie almost tells Buck that he loves him, and the one time he finally does.

🔥no one can be born too many times by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Ravi-centric, Post-S7 | 10K | Teen): When Ravi's younger brother shows up at the station unexpected, the 118 gets a better glimpse into his life, and Ravi gets a better perspective on both his families.

Seismic Shift by fraddit/ @fraddit (Post-S2E3: Help Is Not Coming, Canon Compliant | 10K | Teen): Why Buck drove Eddie to pick up Christopher following the earthquake and what happened after that.

🔥 If You Can Make the Music by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, | 14K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 5 (Seaside): A year after a whirlwind two week love affair with bartender Buck in Galveston, Texas, Eddie Diaz finds himself coincidentally relocating to the area. But when he attempts to reconnect with Buck, he's in for an unfortunate surprise. (Part 3 of Coma-Verse)

🔥shapes and spaces by prettyunhinged (POV Christopher, Getting Together | 14K | Teen): Christopher Diaz has two dads. He's had two dads for almost as long as he can remember. The only problem? His dads haven’t quite worked that out for themselves… yet. or Five times Christopher calls Buck his dad to other people, and the one time he finally gets to say it to Buck.

All The Pieces Last Forever by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Werewolf Eddie, Fae Buck | 19K | Teen): Eddie Diaz is a capable werewolf; he has a son to raise and a pack to take care of and that's enough. Evan Buckley is an unassuming fae, just trying to keep his head down, do his job, and get by each day. It isn't meant to mean anything when they finally meet. Because werewolves and fae don't belong together, right?

🔥 if you have something to say, you should say it right now by andtimestoodstill/ @andtimestoodstill (Canon, S2-S7 , Getting Together | 13K | Teen): Buck turned in his seat to flash Chris a smile. “We’ve arrived at your destination, good sir.” Chris giggled effusively, kicking his feet again. “Thanks for the ride, Buck,” Eddie said, climbing out of the passenger seat. “Say goodbye,” he told Chris. Buck held his fist out for Chris to bump, getting caught off-guard by the way the seven-year-old wrapped both arms around the back of Buck's seat in a hug instead. Chris pulled away, million-watt smile on his face. “Thanks, Buck. It was nice meeting you.” “You too, Chris,” Buck replied, a little breathless. (Or, Six Conversations in Cars) (Part 1 of moment of honesty)

🔥 sit right here and tell you all that comes to me by andtimestoodstill/ @andtimestoodstill (Post-S7, Coming Out | 30K | Mature): Eddie couldn’t look at the sympathetic tilt of Frank’s eyebrows for another second, so he trained his gaze over Frank’s shoulder. Ever since Chris had left, it had felt like the earth had stopped spinning. But as he looked out the window behind Frank, Eddie could see evidence of the world relentlessly marching on. If he stood up to get a better view, Eddie would probably be able to see Buck’s Jeep in the parking lot below. He’d dropped him off forty minutes ago and promised to be there when Eddie was done. (Or, Seven Conversations on Couches) (Part 2 of moment of honesty)

🔥my mind feels like a foreign land by chromatophorica/ @chromatophorica (Canon Divergent - Ghost Whisperer Buck, S2 | 41K | Mature): Buck & Maddie can see spirits; not that Buck ever told anyone he could. As he settles more into firefighting, Buck's quickly realising that ignoring them isn't going to work anymore. Maybe he should've gotten the basics from Grandma after all; then again, he's always been good at winging it.

🔥Second Best by Nejinee/ @nejineeee (A/B/O AU, FWB | 51K | Explicit): Eddie has convinced himself that helping Buck through his heat was perfectly normal behaviour between friends. It didn’t mean anything.

🔥Project: Rocket Kismet - Eddie vs. the Universe by AnnaNSmith/ @annansmith (Post-S4, Sexuality Crisis, Getting Together | 51K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie are straight. Until they aren't...

🔥loves a game, wanna play? by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Post-S7, Love Island AU | 57K | Mature): In the aftermath of Chris leaving for the summer, Buck convinces Eddie they should apply for Love Island together.

across the stars by ummrys/ @ummrys (The Martian AU | 76K | Teen): Or, NASA astronaut Evan Buckley is presumed dead and abandoned on Mars. Despite everything, he lives to tell the tale.

🔥 Held Up a Lightning Rod (Wonder Why I'm Struck) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Not A Firefighter Eddie, Sugar Baby Buck | 128K | Explicit): When Eddie Diaz stumbles his way into money, he finds himself one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles - to his dismay. He needs a way to get people off his back without confessing his messy marital situation, and Shannon's still not answering his calls, so he caves to a friend's suggestion: hire someone to pretend to be his partner. Enter Evan "Buck" Buckley: sugar baby, fire fighter, and the man about to turn Eddie's world upside down.

🔥 tell me about despair by hattalove/ @hattalove (S5, Eddie Character Study, Angst | 149K | Mature): eddie's not entirely sure he believes in getting help, at least not for himself. there's only so much healing to be had for a body torn apart by bullets, for a mind that's only half there, for a man who's been leaving pieces of himself behind all his life with nothing to take their place. except, as it turns out, falling apart happens in increments, and healing does, too: it happens when you gnaw a hole in your lip trying to keep quiet only to have the words escape; when you realize that the ghost you've been seeing out of the corner of your eye is yourself; when your best friend smiles, and you allow it to take your breath away. it happens through the smallest of things: bird feeders, and cacti, and pasta shapes.

WIP

🔥 Long Death by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S7, Vampire AU | 10/14 | 45K | Explicit): In the summer of 2024, a never before seen form of vampirism breaks out in Los Angeles. Just as Eddie is about to get his son back. Six months later, Buck's life is permanently changed.

drift past the flowers. by dylaesthetics (Post-S6, (Un)requited Love | 13/14 | 41K | Teen): OR Buck and Natalia get engaged, and Eddie flees the state about it. A petty email correspondence ensues.

E & E: A Buddie Drabble Collection by Tizniz (Prompt fic | 106/? | 23K | General): A collection of drabbles for Buck and Eddie.

Weary Memory by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Buck&Bobby, Post-S7 | 1/4 | 2K | Teen): After an argument about the circumstances of Bobby's sudden retirement, Buck and Bobby each find themselves inexplicably experiencing one of the other's difficult childhood memories.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 15/21 | 75K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

Podfic

🔥[podfic] everything’s growing in our garden by All_I_Ask/ @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Pre-Buddie, Post-S7 | 20-30min | Teen): or, eddie’s growing a garden. buck might be the most firmly planted thing in it.

#epic buddie fic rec #buddie #buddie fanfic #buddie fic rec #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction

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dexlexia · 1 year

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smoked princess - toji x reader

pairing: toji fushiguro x reader rating: 18+ summary: Toji liked when you were very high, you couldn't smoke a joint (your poor little princess lungs) but by god could you get through a baggie of edibles. And as a result you were so stoned the entire world melted away. tags: pwp, smut, smoking weed, weed is very present in the story, brat!reader, nickname 'princess', high sex, rough sex, proceed with caution, exhibitionism, unprotected sex

Toji liked when you were very high, you couldn't smoke a joint (your poor little princess lungs) but by god could you get through a baggie of edibles. And as a result you were so stoned the entire world melted away.

Toji would be smoking with some acquaintances, and one of his buddies was nice enough to make the little princess a batch of her favorite cookies. If Toji didn't know better, he'd think that someone was trying to hit on you. But he knew it was just a reason to shut. you. up.

If Toji could leave an adult woman with a babysitter, he would. But he already looks enough like a creep with such a young woman calling him 'daddy' in the middle of the shopping center.

So he had to take you, and his buddy got you so stoned you were as docile as a lamb. He had to worry about you accidentally flashing your panties as you melted into the leather couch but other than that, Toji could enjoy his evening without his bratty little princess causing problems.

Currently you were both in a less than pleasant part of town, Toji had been away for almost a week on a kill and now he had you over at a 'friend's' place to smoke a little weed. You were on your third cookie and your head felt full of cotton, but in a good way.

It felt like every brain cell in that little head of yours was cooked till crispy. You were originally on the couch that reeked of booze and god knows what else but ended up on the floor with a matted throw pillow under your head.

“You good down there, princess?” Toji asked.

“I'm good, daddy.” You responded, “I want snuggles.” Your voice was a little slurred, like you didn't know what was coming next. You curled up closer to the pillow and exhaled deeply. You could feel your blood pumping your ears as the edibles started to have their effect.

You rubbed your leg together, the tiny shorts that Toji put you in earlier started to ride up. You felt eyes on you but your head felt too heavy to even bother lifting your head to see who it was.

“Hey.” You heard, “Stare at her for a second longer and you're leaving this place in a body bag.” You felt your cheeks warm at Toji's aggressive words. He was such an over protective, almost obsessive man.

“Sorry, man.” You heard in response.

You sat up, your hair askew from snuggling the pillow, “You're so jealous, daddy.” And gave him a bright grin, before you dropped back down onto the carpeted floor.

“Yeah, well, someone's gotta be. I'm pretty sure if I wasn't around to cover for your ass, you'd be selling that same ass on the next street over. Guys would pay good money to ruin a face like that.”

“Which is why you do it for free!” You raised an arm up and responded, “

”Damn right, baby.“ He chuckled as he got up, ”And it's time for the princess to pay up. Nothing but a lazy mooch, someone's gotta pay for the weed you just had, plus everything to make the cookies. And I know you don't have a cet to your name.” He picked you up with ease, “So I gotta pay for everything and you pay by letting me fuck that pussy of yours.”

“Dude, really.” His friend said, “Can't that shit wait till you get home.“

Toji chuckled, ”She'll be out by the time I get her home, which means you'll have to wait for another day for me to pay you. So either I fuck her out here or you point me to the closests flat surface to rail her. Plus, it's not like you keep this place tidy.“

His friend sighed, there was no saying 'no' to Toji. Plus at least it was easier to get cum stains out of sheets than beige carpet. ”Second room on the left, and don't wake up the whole neighborhood.“

Toji flashed a grin, ”Don't worry, I won't get the pigs at the door of your drug den.“ Then turned, with you in his arms, towards the room. He slammed the door with his leg and tossed you onto the bed where you splayed out like a starfish and looked up at him with those darling eyes.

Toji licked his lips as he approached you. You were still so beautiful, even after the amount of times, he had bit, slapped, spanked, fucked and came on you. He didn't like toys that broke so, having a resilient little princess was exactly what he wanted. He wanted that virgin tight grip you had as you screamed into the covers until you were bright pink.

”Daddy~“ You said.

”I know, princess. Not your usual bed, but daddy's gotta make due. Gotta send a message to the guys outside. That your body is mine, your cunt is mine, those breasts of yours are mine, every last thought in your little head is mine. Got it?”

“Yes.“ You nodded dumbly.

He smirked, ”Yes, what?“ He started to unbuckle his belt. HIs large cock strained against the front of his jeans as he watched you begin to undress. He got a good look at your breasts inside your bra as you pulled the shirt over your head.

”Yes, daddy.” You corrected it. Toji could see the various bruises on your body. They weren't your normal bruises. He'd never touch you that way, every bruise was from you begging for marks. Where he bit at your collarbones, slapped your ass till it was purple and when he gripped your hips as he slammed his cock into you. It was quite remarkable how bruised you still were.

He stepped out of his jeans once they hit the floor and pulled down his underwear to reveal his erect cock. He got into the bed and soon his shirt was off. If he wasn't careful he was going to rip the shorts off of you and leave your bottom half bare for the rest of the evening.

He exhaled through his teeth to simmer down for a moment before he carefully took the rest of your clothes off. Which left you nude in a bed that wasn't yours and reeked of recently smoked weed. But you didn't care, you were on cloud nine!

“You look so good, princess.” He said, “you're such a good girl for me.” He gripped your hair when you didn't respond, he grinned like a maniac at you, “What do we say when someone gives us a compliment?”

“Thank you daddy, I am your good girl. Forever and always.” You rubbed your bare thighs together to entice him. And it worked because when he grabbed your hips, you moaned loudly. Which in turn only made him smile more, he was beyond amazed by how hot you looked in that moment. The way you were such a slut for him, his own little slutty princess who he railed until she went cross-eyed.

“That's what I like to hear.” His grin grew as he gripped your bruised hips and slammed his cock all the way to the back of your pussy with one hard thrust. The stretch made you jump but he kept your pinned to the bed with one hand while the other held onto your hip.

By instinct you wrapped your legs around him and moaned loudly. A rush went through your body, there was no room for tenderness while in the bedroom with Toji. He was a rough lover, he didn't know what he wanted more, for the headboard to break or your back.

He loved when you were stoned like this, you were so submissive to him when you got this high. You were in your own little world as daddy bullied your sweet pussy. His thrusts were aggressive, the mattress hit against the wall behind it. Your moans radiated through the thin walls of the house.

Such a good girl, that was all he could think of. How perfect you were, such an angle for him. You were his and his only, he didn't want any other pussy. If anything he wanted to breed your pussy so you could never leave him. But that was a task for another day. For now he'll just dump into you and hope for the best.

You reached out and grabbed him as the bed shook by the sheer force of your fucking. Your bodies started to heat up as the squelching sounds of sex filled the room. You were soaked, you were a fucking mess under him as you felt dizzy and oh so stoned. The feeling of sex mixed with the edibles made a collision in your mind and left you a moaning mess.

“That's it, princess. Such a good girl. You want daddy so badly, don't you. You want me to bruise you inside and out so everyone knows who you belong to. You're my fucking slut, that pussy is mine till the end. You're not getting away that easily.“ He grinned once more as he gripped your hair and yanked on it as he plowed into you.

Your voice was high-pitched as you felt the rush of euphoria travel your body. ”Fuck, daddy!“ You practically squealed as his cock bruised the furthest point of your pussy. It was hitting up against your womb at that point, and it left your brain feeling hazy.

”That's it, princess. You take daddy's cock like no one else.“ He pulled on your hair and moved your head to the side as he started to leave heavy, dark marks on your neck. You'd be bruised for weeks at that point. You could never forget who you belonged to.

You moaned loudly, you knew there were people in the other room but your brain didn't have the processing power to even think about them. You were instead wrapped up in the pleasure that Toji was giving you. You were his precious stoned princess who he could ram over and over again and never get tired. You were his lover and his slut. You were everything to him. And he wasn't ever letting you go.

He slammed into a few more times quite roughly to see what kind of reaction he'd get out of you. You held onto him and your eyes rolled back like there was very little keeping you together. You were o lost in the pleasure that you weren't too sure if you'd ever find your way back!

He kept fucking you, letting your body bounce with each of his hands thrusts. The sight made him harder, he fucked his princess dumb! He fucked you until your brain was oozing out of your ear. It was an amazing sight, something he was going to cherish forever.

It wasn't long after that you felt the growing urge to climax. You held onto his strong shoulders so tightly as he bullied your cervix. Your moans became breathless whines as your pussy clamped around him, wanting to milk him of every last drop.

You moaned loudly as Toji began to tease one breast with his hand that was on your hip as he kept himself supported by his hand on your hair. He teased your nipple as he groaned through grit teeth.

And then like a fairytale romance, you both came at the same time in a spare bedroom of a drug den with you both high on weed. How romantic. You gasped loudly as you climaxed as it was mixed with Toji's low groan, he shot himself into your sweet pussy. Hopefully that'll cause no problems in a few months.

He dropped down beside you and you snuggled up next time him like a helpless little lamb. You kissed his strong neck as you melted into the messy bed. He cupped your ass and tugged at your ear. He said one thing into your ear, ”Now be a good girl and use that last brain cell you have to clean daddy up.“

And you could never say no to your daddy.

”We'll take it slow.“

”You're lying.“

Gojo smirked as he leaned in for another kiss. The date had gone smoothly, you questioned if it really happened or was just a dream. Gojo really did wine and dine you. He took you to a nice place in Shibuya, he ordered the nicest white wine available and watched you with a glint in those blue eyes as you enjoyed the food.

You knew what Gojo wanted, after almost ten dates you had yet to have sex. Gojo knew you were a virgin and he wanted to take pride in being your first time. But you wanted to make sure he was worthy to do so.

In all honesty, you weren't a prude or anything. You were just so busy that you never took the time to lose your virginity. But now as an adult, men like Gojo want the prize of being your first time. And if he was going to, he'd have to work for it.

He had just driven you home and was walking with you to the door. His hand just above your ass, as you walked he leaned down to press his nose against your neck. He could feel the tightness in his pants. He couldn't help it! His thoughts had been polluted by you, he was obsessed with you.

He wanted to be the only person you ever had sex with. Call him a possessive bastard but he wanted nothing more than to live that dream. He'd do anything to make it happen, even play along with your little cat and mouse. He'd get his way eventually.

”I'm not lying.“ He said as he kissed your hand before he pressed it to his face, ”I would be a great lover, c'mon. I want to know what my beauty feels like.“

You looked away and at your door for a moment, “you're such a fuck boy, Gojo.” You remarked, you had never really been showered this much by affection and love. But you weren't going to let yourself be fooled easily.

You heard stories about Gojo, the white haired sex devil. Some were rumors, others were true and you couldn't tell them apart. He was a horny bastard who wanted nothing more than to fuck you.

“No I'm not, I'm a true romantic.” He responded as he leaned in to kiss you. Both hands on your shoulder as he passionately made out with you. You moaned into the kiss.

You soon pulled away and looked up at him, ”Not tonight, Satoru. You have a good night now.“ Then pecked him on the cheek before you went inside leaving him outside alone.

When the door closed in his face, he let out a pained groan. He adored you, was obsessed with you, but he wasn't too sure how much longer he could take without getting a sweet taste of your cunt. It was driving him mad!

He was painfully erect in his slacks as he hobbled back to his car to drive home. Every few steps he had to adjust his hard-on in his pants to make walking easier. But thoughts of you swirled in his mind.

You looked divine in that outfit, he wished he could've torn it off of you and fucked you in the foyer of your home. Or maybe you'd be able to make it to the couch. There was a lot that Gojo had in mind with you.

He wondered what noises you'd make as he entered his car. His cock painfully hard as he tried to get comfortable enough to drive home. He'd have to be semi-careful; he didn't want to bruise you during your first time.

But if you made the noises that he was envisioning then he'd really have to control himself. He knew that eventually you'd come into your own as a freak in the bedroom. Gojo would be more than happy to teach you all about how to give good head and how to orgasm every time he stuck his cock in you.

He knew you'd be a good girl for him, while you were assertive outside of the bedroom, he bet that you were a perfect little lamb between the sheets. You'd let him make you feel good, every orgasm was a reward for being a good girl.

But Gojo wasn't getting comfortable enough to drive him. He ended up undoing his belt and taking his cock out of his pants. He spit in his hand and started to stroke his length quickly.

He had to be fast.

”Fuck.“ The blue-eyed man huffed under his breath, he had to get some kind of friction on his cock or else he'd explode. He was thankful you lived in a quiet neighborhood.

He looked to your house and saw a light on upstairs, he started to imagine what you looked like without all those clothes on. Your beautiful body, he knew you'd be beautiful. With a gorgeous cunt to match.

He thought about diving in for the first time, the euphoria that would come with it as he watched your face contort as you lost your virginity. The thoughts made his heart race, oh how he wanted to be your first. And possibly your only partner, you'd only have eyes for his cock.

No one else.

He was possessive like that, he wanted to know that only he'd ever have sex with you. No other man would stick his filthy cock inside of you. You'd be Gojo's perfect girl, he wouldn't want any other woman either. He'd just want your sweet, sweet pussy over, and over again.

He grabbed his cock tighter as he thrusted up into his hand, he wanted you so badly. It was driving his crazy, he didn't know how much longer he could live like this..

He was a man without water, he was driven mad by the allure of your pussy. He wanted to get drunk off of it, he wanted it seated on his cock, on his face, every single way he could get a hold of it!

He groaned, his face felt warm as he feverishly stroked his length. He was driven to madness by this, so much so he was masturbating in his car like a pervert. His cock twitched in his palm as he continued to stroke it.

He bit back a moan as he leaned back a little in his driver's seat. He continued to pleasure himself as he felt the orgasm approach. He really was down bad for you, he wanted you so badly. He wanted nothing more than to feel your bare body against him.

He knew he'd make you feel so good. He'd make you orgasm so many times, he had done it to so many women. He wanted to ruin your virginity and make you obsessed with him as he was you.

He grit his teeth as he continued to thrust up into his hand, even spitting more into his palm to get an easier thrust. He stomach clenched at the feeling that he'd be orgasming soon.

A groan slipped out from his lips as he felt the rush of pleasure through his body. He panted wildly in his warm car as he felt himself on the edge of pleasure. It was a great feeling, but not as great as being able to plow his cock into you.

”Fuck, fuck!“ He groaned to himself as his movements were fast. He bit back a louder groan as his entire body went stiff as he came around his hand. Cum gushed out everywhere including his hand, slacks and even the steering wheel.

He panted, ”Holy shit.” He relaxed against the seat as he grabbed napkins from the cup holder to wipe down everything. He knew he'd have a sticky hand the entire drive home.

His head still felt in a rush as he tried to clean himself up. Eventually he got as clean as he could and put his cock back into his pants. It was tender as he tucked it back in.

”Soon.“ He promised himself. Then his phone rang. He grabbed it and he looked at the text, it was from you.

'You know, Gojo.' It read, 'If you're going to be so desperate, then just come in and I can make you feel better than whatever you're doing out there' and it was signed off with a heart.

Gojo's blue eyes went wide as he looked at the text message. His cheeks grew warmer but he didn't want to miss the opportunity so he got out of the car and raced to your home. His heart was hammering in his chest.

He was finally getting what he wanted. He ws going to fuck your sweet pussy, and all it took was to be a pathetic pervert jerking off in his car. And if that was all it took to go down on you then he'd be more than happy to take it.

#an: insert anti drug psa here #dexlexia writes #reader insert #anime x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #fushiguro toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #fushiguro toji #toji x you #jjk toji

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hoeforhao · 11 months

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Parisian Nights ✨️•Jeonghan Oneshot•

pairing : model! jeonghan × fem!reader

genre : pwp, absolutely messy smut, minors do not interact!!!

warnings : pussy eating, fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, mean jeonghan, sort of one night stand, explicit language.

word count : 780

author's note : this is an extremely impromptu drop as my account is literally dead for weeks!! what can be a better way to comeback than with some dirty smut! pls bear with my shitty writings and writer's block a bit!

“My pretty little slut, aren’t you?” Jeonghan’s words vibrates against your folds as his tongue is buried deep inside your hole, his smooth locks brushing against your walls, while his fingers rub gentle circles on your puffy bud. You had no idea how you ended up in this position, under this man you’ve only seen for the first time this evening. The one thing you remembered through the haze of all the orgasms he has already given you,was that you were assigned the job of being the guide and coordinator of the Yoon Jeonghan,the most serene beauty of YSL’s lineup for the Paris Fashion Week.

You were always swayed away by men with more on the masculine side of beauty until tonight, when you saw the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on, arrive at the venue; long flowy hair strands sticking on his forehead making their way down to his bare shoulders, that were peeking out from under the blades of his black coat, the white tank covering his chest while also giving the most alluring shape to his petite curves. A one time wonder for real…something you definitely can’t miss getting your hands on.

“I asked you something baby” you were instantly pulled out of your recollections when you suddenly felt a sharp sting on your already sensitive clit, slowly realising it to be a slight bite from Jeonghan’s sharp canines, as a gesture for making you speak up….because the last thing he wanted from his fuck buddy was to lay quiet under him…not when he knows how good he was making you feel from his tongue alone.

“Hmm y…yess i am” only shaky breathy moans escape your lips as you try to be stable and vocal under his ecstatic touch, trying not to give in completely to the devil pressed between your legs. As angelic as he looked on the runway, from the moment he laid his hands on you tonight, you came to the realisation of how much of a satanically freak he was with his fingers and words.

“Complete words baby! You’re a what?” Jeonghan surely was enjoying all the teasings, seeing how wasted you were lying under him with your pussy clenching so good around his tongue, begging for its release for the 3rd time tonight.

“I am dirty little slut for you Yoon. Now pls let me, i cannot hold it in anymore” knowing how evil he was, you very well knew your request would go in vain as your sufferings, the constant twitching of your folds in his face, the push of your thighs to completely stuff him between your core was what making his boner grow more painful by each passing second.

“Not so easy, whore” and with this Jeonghan pumps in two of his cold fingers into your cunt accompanied by the unceasing swirls of his tongue inside your hole, lapping up every last drop of your honey juices into his mouth….the prettiest cunt he has ever tasted and will ever do.

Your back arches up from the intense feeling, toes curling up while your fingers grip onto Jeonghan’s still perfectly set hair, in an attempt to somehow hold yourself from coming undone on his pretty face right there…only to earn a tight slap on your swollen bud from him, triggering the last hold you had on yourself as you quite instantly end up painting Jeonghan’s locks and face white with your release.

Cursing under your breath for disobeying Jeonghan, you try to peek at his cum drenched form, still pressed into your core, with the slight hope of being forgiven for the sin. Oh how fool of you to even hope of mercy from the son of devil himself, as he slowly emerges out from between your thighs, white slick dripping down his chin, tongue lapping up your remaining juices on his lips, eyes clouded with the darkest most sinful haze ever known to man.

“You will have to pay for ruining my hair baby” Jeonghan’s cum coated fingers gently travel up your legs, to your tummy and finally on your perked up nipples, smothering them with your own release on the way, landing a tight pinch on one of the buds, while your eyes squint up from the overstimulation.

“What would you like more, my pretty baby…bouncing on my cock the whole night until your pussy is all swollen up and begging to be left alone or gagging on it until your eyes are all teary, face left completely ruined from my thrusts hmm?” Jeonghan’s lips slowly curl up into a devilish grin as he continues to make your insides clench around thin air with his word choices “ Either way I’m gonna be inside you tonight for as long as I desire.”

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dirtysvthoughts · 6 months

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f*ck your status 🌙

tags/warnings: friends with benefits! mingyu, female! reader, slight pwp, slight angst (?) (not sure about that, really just moody), caressing, kissing/making out, groping, hair tugging, sitting in gyu’s lap, sexy music video kinda vibes, reader gets partially nude - let me know if i missed anything!!

word count: 0.6k

author’s note: i’ve been listening to chloe’s new song a lot lately, and then this was birthed 😋 for some reason, whenever i listen to this song i imagine mingyu playing the attractive male lead in a music video, so why not write my thoughts out! i’m linking the audio below if you wanna listen!

it’s a chill friday night, rain pouring outside your bedroom window. you lay in your situationshp’s lap as you straddle his legs and your head bury your head in the crook of his neck. you kiss his skin ever so softly as he wraps his arms around your waist, embracing in your warmth. he lowly groans, but it’s audible for you to hear. you smirk and your hips take a mind of their own as you start grind on him, the lower half of your body moving in delicate circles.

you and mingyu have been friends for three years, but took your friendship to a new level for the past six months. you both couldn’t deny your physical attraction to each other and one night of intense, intimate pleasure at a party led to where you are currently. you’re still friends yes, but do you fuck on a regular (every other week)? of course. he was the fix you consistently craved, the man who had you missing him even when he was right in front of you.

“shit,” mingyu breathes out, “you feel so good, shit!” he gasps this time as your fingers work his way to the ends of his hair and lightly tug on it, tilting his head back. “mmm, keep moving on me like that, fuck..”

“i can feel you getting hard, gyu,” you whisper. “can’t wait to feel that big dick inside of me, touching me in all the right places, squeezing you tight.. can’t wait to come all over you.”

mingyu nearly growls as he tugs at the hem of your crop top and pulls it over your head as your breasts come into his view. god, he doesn’t know if he should cry at the sight of your beautiful boobs or if he should start licking and nipping on your mounds.

even though you both had established that being friends would be best, lately you couldn’t help wanting more. you wanted him to take you out on dates, to send you sweet, romantic messages in the morning, to have him be there with you on the lonely nights, and to be more that just your fuck buddy. you wanted to be the one he loves, the one he trusts, the one he needs.

but you couldn’t tell him that.. at least not in this moment, even though it was tugging at you. bothering you if you were being honest.

you push your thoughts to the side as you press his lips against yours, deepening the kiss to where your tongues start to fight for dominance. mingyu loses all self-control this time and his hands grab your ass, palms firmly holding your backside. your hands continue to roam his hair, caressing his face in need and adoration. he separates from your mouth and he kisses your neck, tongue making stripes down your throat.

whatever noises you were trying to hold back were clearly audible now, stretching past the confines of your bedroom walls. you just prayed and hoped that it wasn’t loud enough for your neighbors to issue a noise complaint.

“mmm,” he grunts, his fingers swiping across the core of your panties. “so wet, and it’s all for me.. f-fuck, promise me you won’t give this pussy up to anyone else.”

you feel your body freeze for a moment. no one else? did he want you the same way you wanted him? no, no - you were being silly, you’re both caught up in the heat of the moment. unless he starts dropping hints or he directly tells you, this feeling of wanting more, of being more will just have to be one-sided.

“i won’t, mingyu. i promise. now fuck me.”

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Jungkook Drabbles (XLII)

* s - contains smut

Perilla Leaves by @hyungieyoongi friends to lovers, fake dating

In which you want to kiss Jungkook's cheek... by @seokjinsonlyone established relationship, idol au

In which JK is your baby... by @seokjinsonlyone established relationship

2:47AM by @seokjinsonlyone established relationship

Early Riser by @moni-logues s established relationship, PWP Summary: It's JK's birthday and you want even his first waking moment to be a great one.

[drabble] by @versigny fake dating

[drabble] by @versigny s PWP

Right Here by @ppersonna s FWB Summary: A cruise with your best fuck buddy takes an interesting turn.

Daft Pretty Boys by @jeonqkooks basketball captain!Jungkook, college au Summary: Jungkook swears he doesn't usually do crushes. That is, until you.

All I Want for Christmas by @bangtanstanst established relationship, college au Summary: Even a night out in the cold is made better when you spend it with your boyfriend.

Dry Dry Desert by @bangtanstanst established relationship, amateur racing au Summary: The infamous Dakar Rally – a gruelling two-week, 9,000-kilometer rally through the South-American desert. Anyone would call you absolutely insane for participating as an amateur racer and those people would be entirely correct. But you’re doing it anyway.

Move Along by @bangtanstanst friends to lovers, college au Summary: Running into your ex isn’t exactly what you’d call fun, especially when the break-up wasn’t… amicable, to say the least. Fortunately, you always have your good friend to help you out of a tight corner.

When One is Never Enough by @vankoya established relationship Summary: “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

[...] (Redefine Happiness) by @ugh-yoongi reaper!Jungkook, supernatural au

[...] Your Light pt. 2 by @hongcherry roommates au

#jjk list #jungkook drabbles

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BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fridays

Happy Friday everyone. Back again with another round of the fic I've been reading this week. You can find previous rec lists here.

A reminder I'm here for all buddie/bucktommy/buddietommy configurations, and I'm always on the lookout for more henren fic to read, so please send author and story recs my way! (Feel free to self rec!)

21 June 2024

it's always on the tip of my tongue by @littlespoonevan omg 😭 smacked in the face with my closet romantic demi Eddie feelings. After (most of) the events of season 7, Eddie's reflecting on his past relationships and his conclusion “I don’t think I know how to be in love anymore.” But through therapy he realises what he thought he believed about love might not be what he actually needs, or deserves. Buck is steadfast by his side, supportive as ever. This fic, part one in a tbc series, absolutely stole my heart. Beat for beat it delivered in beautiful characterisation, introspection and self reflection, and such a wonderful arc. I felt incredibly seen, and can't wait for the next part!

eyewall by @vgreysoncellars and now for something completely different...so much smut! 'Tommy finds out that Buck and Eddie have been jerking off together for years without ever talking about it, considers knocking their beautiful empty heads together, and then figures out something better to do with the two of them instead.' Glorious (lengthy) buddietommy pwp, in which Tommy has the patience of a saint and Buck and Eddie are maybe not so oblivious dummies. Hilarious and yet heartfelt, bless you Tommy, what are we gonna do with them?

Echoes of Your Name by @usersiren a fic from 2022, feeling lonely and exhausted whilst working three jobs in Texas, and needing an outlet for his stress, Eddie is recommended an audio erotica site by a well meaning friend. He soon discovers the dulcet and sweetly submissive tones of EvanEssance, and is hooked. But when he moves to LA and joins the 118, there's something familiar about his new friend Buck. I really love the 'sex hobbyist' depiction of Buck having fun in this, and the way Eddie slowly finds his confidence.

everything's coming up milhouse by @henswilsons another from 2022 but in all honesty, I started here and then proceeded to spend the entire week reading LITERALLY EVERYTHING @HENSWILSONS HAS WRITTEN (apologies for the kudos influx) and they're ALL just absolutely golden buddie feelings, so. Go go go. But starting here, Eddie finds viral internet fame as the personable and unintentionally hilarious Mr LAFD Updates Man, and has to find ways to handle his new found recognition...and maybe stop accidentally flirting with Buck from the work account. Just the most delightfully funny and heartwarming perfect pick me up fic.

True (It Follows Me Around) and Could Go to Hell (But We'll Probably Be Fine) by @sonofatoasterwaffle last week I recommended Got Your Six and then immediately realised there were new instalments in the series, in which Tommy, Buck and Eddie continue to navigate the kink scene, shibari, and their new found dynamic. *fans self* yes and please and thank you.

heaven and hell were words to me by @goldenbcnes is a henren oneshot in which Hen reflects on her family, with Karen, Denny, Mara, and the 118, and her habitual loving text message: About to go somewhere you can’t follow. I love you and I’m coming home to you.

Potato Salad by @lazybakerart a funny and charming Josh POV bucktommy fic post-7x06! '"I'm sorry," Josh says, "You had a hot gay pilot in your back pocket this entire time?" god I love Josh POV so much, and now I need to see his reaction to Tommy (and Buck's bisexuality) on screen, pronto.

Until next week! Happy reading.

#biasbuck recs #911 fic #911 ficrec #biasbuck watches 911

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Dating Tommy 101

Evan "Buck" Buckley x Tommy Kinard

Summary: After weeks of Tommy not taking things further than kissing for what Buck supposes to be for his sake, Buck is finally done waiting. He needs to show Tommy that he wants more.

WC: 2,2k

CW: Explicit 🔞, PWP, hand jobs, couch sex, fluff and smut

A/N: After a couple of weeks of doing a marathon rewatch of s1 to s4 and finally reaching s7, it's no surprise that I came out as obsessed as before with Buddie, but also BuckTommy. This ship just grabbed me by the heart and wouldn't let go. It's been a while since I've fallen so hard for a ship and wanting to write for it.

Also on AO3

After all these years of hook-ups before switching to actual dating, Buck thought that he knew how a good date should go. The classics always worked: a restaurant followed by a movie — or the other way around — which would end in a good making out session. If not more.

It turned out that with Tommy, it wasn’t that easy. Not that dating Tommy was complicated as such, because it actually wasn’t, but Buck found it harder to find his rhythm. Their first date had started like any of Buck’s dates with women, and while they’d had fun at the restaurant, Buck had been the one to ruin things by freaking out when Eddie and Marisol had unexpectedly shown up. However, in the following weeks after clearing things up and hanging out again, Buck still didn’t know what he should or shouldn’t expect during their dates. Especially because at the end of each date, Tommy either left Buck’s apartment, or Buck left Tommy’s after a round of goodbye kisses. Intense kisses, but that was it. They had also finally gone to the movies, and while they’d had their heads together as they talked, and their fingers had linked with each other, Tommy hadn’t moved faster than giving Buck a few languid kisses. Kisses that had Buck leaning in for more, but unable to ask for it.

To say that it was driving Buck crazy would have been an understatement. He would have guessed that dating a man would be easier than dating a woman because men understood each other, right? Wrong. He’d made it clear to Tommy that he wasn’t afraid of being out in public with him. After all, how could he be, with the general warm reaction that the 118 had had at the revelation that he and Tommy were a thing? And he’d also thought that he’d made it obvious that he wanted more. Kissing Tommy in the middle of the ER entrance had felt incredibly exhilarating, and he hadn’t been able to, nor had he wanted to, hide just how much he had wanted Tommy then. Yet still Tommy, despite his flirting and innuendos that had left Buck flushed and definitely aroused more than once, didn’t push for more. Buck wasn’t known for his patience, but he also didn’t want to, as his friends liked to call it, buck things up again, so he didn’t push either.

Now, though, after weeks of dates here and there whenever their schedules allowed it, and long kisses that should never end the way they did, Buck’s patience was finally reaching a breaking point.

Tonight, like several times before, they had dinner at Buck’s, the younger man showing off one of Bobby’s recipes, and were now sitting on Buck’s new couch as they watched a movie. They sat with their legs touching and Tommy’s hand casually resting on Buck’s thigh. And just like the previous times, the hand wasn’t moving or not much at least, if the thumb making random circles counted. Buck stared at the hand as he chewed the inside of his cheek, before glancing at Tommy’s relaxed profile. It wasn’t that they’d never kissed while watching a movie or some game, but it had ended like any other times they’d kissed. Buck must have been staring for too long without realizing it, since Tommy suddenly turned his head towards Buck with a curious smile and a lifted eyebrow.

“You okay, Evan?”

Buck blinked a few times at being caught in his thoughtful staring.

“Why aren't we making out?” he blurted out.

This time, both of Tommy’s eyebrows rose as he stared at Buck in surprise.

“Do you wanna make out?” Tommy asked slowly.

“Do you?” Buck knew he sounded a bit reproachful, but he couldn’t help it. He was too frustrated.

Tommy turned his body slightly to face Buck with a taken aback expression.

“What makes you think I don't want to?”

Buck leveled him with a flat look and huffed.

“Because you keep stopping just when it's getting good.”

Tommy's mouth opened in surprise before he laughed softly and shook his head. He ducked his head, then looked up at Buck from under his lashes with a sheepish smile.

“I have been doing that, huh?”

Buck's mouth pulled up into a fond but still exasperated smile. Throwing caution to the wind, Buck swiftly moved until he was straddling Tommy, his knees against the other man’s hips. He lowered his arms over Tommy's shoulders and leaned down a bit to stare into Tommy's tilted back face.

“Listen, I appreciate you taking it slow with me and all that, I really do. But we've been dating for weeks and… unless you don't want more…” Buck shrugged with one shoulder and looked away as his uncertainties came crashing down on him, but Tommy scoffed at his words.

Tommy's hands found Buck's hips and squeezed until the younger man looked at him again.

“Do you really think I don't want more?”

His tone was low and sultry, a tone he'd used on Buck before. It had heat filling Buck's body and face instantly, just like it always did.

“Then do it,” Buck replied simply, and cupped the sides of Tommy's face to tilt his head into the right position to kiss him.

There were no exploratory kisses this time, Buck being too hungry for more to be able to slow down. He stole into Tommy's mouth with his tongue, the other man groaning and answering in kind. His hands slid underneath Buck's shirt, fingers stroking over strong back muscles. Pressing his hips forward, Buck felt lightheaded at the feeling of another growing erection meeting his. He rolled his hips back and forth, giving the new sensation a try, and felt a rush of satisfaction at the way Tommy moaned deeply from the friction. But still, he wanted more. He wanted to touch more. Reaching for the hem of Tommy's shirt, Buck pulled until Tommy moved forward a bit to allow Buck to remove his shirt. Buck sat back on Tommy's lap as he took in the other man's sculpted torso. The man sure had nothing to be envious of Buck's physique. Tommy was ripped in a way that had Buck automatically reaching for his chest and drawing his fingers along each muscle. Buck had always been able to appreciate the male body, even if only to compare himself to other men or set a goal, but this was something else. He wanted to get his hands and mouth all over Tommy.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Buck's eyes snapped to Tommy's, finding an amused expression on the man's face. He hadn't missed the raspy quality of Tommy's voice in the question, however, showing how affected Tommy was by Buck's slow exploration. Grinning slowly, Buck nodded and leaned in to kiss Tommy again. This time it was slower, but it was also deeper. Buck groaned as Tommy grabbed his hips and rolled his own up, making their erections rub together. They briefly separated to let Tommy take off Buck's shirt, which had Buck humming contentedly as their chests touched. Keeping their mouths sealed, Buck slid his hands between their bodies to find the buttons of Tommy’s jeans and pop them open. He shivered from Tommy stroking his fingertips along his back in a maddening pattern, and struggled for a second to unzip the jeans as he moaned into Tommy’s mouth. Once he finally got the fly fully open, Buck’s fingers encountered Tommy’s underwear. Breaking the kiss and pulling away a couple of centimeters, Buck looked down between them. His gaze zeroed in on the barely hidden erection tenting Tommy’s boxer shorts. His heart raced as he stared at it.

“Evan, hey, if you-” Tommy started in a gentle voice, but Buck barely heard him as he slowly peeled the underwear down to reveal Tommy’s bobbing length before he curled his fingers around it.

Buck’s eyes lifted to Tommy’s face as the older man exhaled harshly and let his head fall back over the couch. His fingers tightened over Buck’s hips, and he softly moaned when Buck tentatively twisted his fist over the head of Tommy’s cock. Buck watched, completely mesmerized by Tommy’s pleasure-filled expression, as he worked out what Tommy enjoyed. He’d thought about this moment a lot, wondered what it would feel like to have another man’s dick in his hand. He’d been nervous about it, but seeing Tommy’s erection, knowing that Tommy was hard because of him, had Buck’s hesitations falling away completely. Biting his bottom lip, Buck took his hand away from Tommy for a second and slid his tongue over his palm before returning it to Tommy’s length.

“Fuck,” Tommy hissed at the slicker glide and pumped his hips up in reflex.

Buck chuckled with pride at getting that reaction, and found Tommy opening his eyes halfway to stare at him with a mix of amusement and lust. Reaching for Buck’s nape, Tommy pulled him down for a kiss that was pure filth and had Buck’s erection pressing painfully against the front of his pants. As if Tommy knew, his hands went to Buck’s fly and proceeded to open it. Despite knowing what was coming, between the kissing and keeping his attention on stroking Tommy’s cock, Buck still gasped and jerked wildly as Tommy took him in hand.

“This okay?” Tommy asked in a raspy voice, staring up into Buck’s eyes.

“Uh huh.” Buck licked his lips. “Yeah. Very okay.”

Tommy smiled at him fondly and chuckled. At the back of his mind, Buck wondered how Tommy could believe that Buck wasn’t enjoying every second of this, considering that he could feel the amount of pre-come that his cock was leaking, making each pass of Tommy’s hand more slippery.

“Been thinking of doing this,” Buck blurted out through panting breaths.

“Yeah?” Tommy smiled mirthfully, swiping his thumb over Buck’s slit, which had the younger man moaning and snapping his hips into Tommy’s hand. “Me getting you off, or you getting me off?”

“Yes,” Buck replied, unable to follow the train of conversation for a second after another delicious twist of Tommy’s wrist.

Buck could see Tommy’s grin at his reply, and proceeded to use Tommy’s own move on him in retribution. He smirked victoriously at Tommy’s long groan of pleasure, confirming that he’d done it just right.

“Always been told I’m a quick study,” Buck teased in a low voice, before he licked his way between Tommy’s lips again.

Tommy moaned and tilted his head to deepen the kiss even more. With his other hand, Tommy pulled at Buck’s pants to lower them over his hips, while Buck shifted a bit on his knees to help.

“C’mere,” Tommy said in a soft-spoken tone against Buck’s lips, the man moving in closer as requested.

“Oh, fuck!” Buck gasped loudly, as Tommy took them both into one hand and pressed their lengths together.

Through heavy lidded eyes, Buck stared down at where Tommy was jerking them off faster, the glistening heads rubbing against each other with each upward stroke and driving Buck crazy from how good it felt.

“Evan,” Tommy breathed roughly, which had Buck’s gaze snapping back to the other man’s.

A long shiver of affection and lust ran through him at the open and hungry way that Tommy was looking at him. He leaned down to press his lips against Tommy’s at the same time that Tommy cupped the back of Buck’s neck. The kiss was brief as they panted into each other’s mouth, their foreheads touching as they watched each other getting closer and closer to release. Buck was the first to go over the edge, his forehead creasing and eyes closing as he moaned in pleasure. A few seconds later, Tommy’s body started to go rigid, and Buck forced his eyes open to be able to watch Tommy’s face as he came with a drawn out groan. Hot splashes of come hit Buck’s stomach and mixed with his own as Buck took in Tommy’s blissed out expression, feeling another rush of satisfaction course through him at the sight.

They both sank into the couch as their bodies relaxed with the afterglow. Tommy’s clean hand came around Buck’s waist to keep him close, but it wasn’t like Buck wanted to go anywhere, as he wrapped his arms over Tommy’s shoulders and nuzzled into his temple.

“Remind me why we didn’t do this earlier?” Buck asked drowsily a few long minutes later.

He grinned at Tommy’s snort and long sigh.

“Because I’m an idiot, apparently.”

Buck chuckled and lifted his head to look into Tommy’s soft blue eyes.

“Nah, you’re not… It drove me crazy, but I get it.”

Tommy laughed under his breath and tilted his head in a request for a kiss that Buck instantly granted.

They untangled a minute later and cleaned up before getting dressed again through comfortable silence and shared smiles and touches. As he sat down on the couch next to Tommy again, Buck smiled to himself at how natural it felt to be with Tommy. Maybe it was easier than he’d thought if he could broach the subject that was bothering him instead of just raking his mind over it. As he directed his attention to the screen at last, he frowned.

“So… what were we watching again?” Buck asked, since he realized that he had no idea which movie they had ended up selecting as they’d sat down earlier, too focused on Tommy to remember anything else.

#bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 #bucktommy fanfic #bucktommy smut #911 fanfic #evan buckley fanfic #tommy kinard fanfic #tommybuck

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FIC REC WEEK 35 - HUMOR

every dong has its day by orphan_account

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 7,831 Tags: Puns, Size Doesn't Matter, Misunderstandings

Summary: it’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion of the ocean. -ancient chinese proverb

Reasons why I love it: When I tell you I was fucking howling the first time I read this, I am not kidding. This fic is so goddamn funny, and honestly it only gets better every time I come back to it. If you haven't read this one yet, do yourself a favor and get right on it, because it's fantastic.

Talk Dirty To Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: M Words: 2,255 Tags: Bisexual Tony, Dirty Thoughts, Russian Speaking Buddies

Summary: Being the kind of person he was now, Bucky had crossed happy endings, fairness, and a whole mess of other things off of his list of beliefs since HYDRA got their hooks in him. Shoving the disappointment down wasn’t even that hard. He’d had plenty of practice. It was just… “What a shame,” he sighed in Russian as Tony walked past, giving them a wave over his shoulder as he headed into the kitchen. “The things I would do to that ass.”

Reasons why I love it: Bucky being horny on main is so funny, it puts the biggest smile on my face. Couple that with Natasha's exasperation and Tony shamelessly listening in and you've got the recipe for a killer fic. It's so good, and I highly recommend you check it out for yourself!

When I think about you by sirona

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 11,955 Tags: Sassy Steve, Prank Wars, Trolling

Summary: Five times someone saw Steve sass the hell out of Tony and one time Tony finally bought a clue. Also known as the story of Captain Sasspants more than handling his own with Tony Stark at his most devious.

Reasons why I love it: It doesn't matter how many times I read it, I still crack up every time. Steve is such a fucking troll, my god, Tony has no idea what he's getting himself into. Luckily, when he DOES finally catch a clue, he finds the right words to seal the deal. The smut is absolutely fantastic too. I love this one, and I bet you will too, if you haven't read it already!

no matchmaking before breakfast by nanasekei

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 3,435 Tags: Fluff, Natasha is Not A Robot, Avengers Family

Summary: “I don’t even find Steve attractive,” Natasha says, eyes following greedily every drop of coffee the machine pours, for once in her life genuinely unaware of the impact her words are about to cause.

Reasons why I love it: Tony's indignation on Steve's behalf is so cute, I want to squish him. And Natasha managing to play matchmaker even while barely half-awake is iconic. I'd also really love to hear about the rest of her ranking list. This fic is amazing, and if you haven't already, I hope you check it out for yourself!

Bro Job by Amuly

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,974 Tags: Roleplay, Facials, PWP

Summary: Tony overhears Sam use the word "Bro Job" during an argument with Izzy. This gives him the bright idea of a role-play scenario he could act out with Steve, harkening back to the foolish beginnings of their relationship.

Reasons why I love it: This is one of the funniest PWP fics I've ever read. Steve is such a sweetheart to go along with Tony's whims, and oh my god, Tony breaking character once they start roleplaying is the best thing ever. I laughed out loud several times while reading this, so if you like some humor with your smut, this one's for you!

#marvel #fanfic #a year in fanfic recs #fic rec #fanfic rec #stony #ficrec #steve tony #winteriron

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Epic Steddie Fic Rec | May 8th-May28th 2023

So just like I got infected by the Steddie brainrot last fall, I've now fallen deep into the gay firefighters show and the last 10 pages of my ao3 is full of Buddie fics 😆 so most of these fics were read in the first two weeks of this rec...

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one of the good things by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Nobody Dies AU | < 1K | General): Eddie is staring at him. He sets the guitar aside, leaning forward and peering at Steve like he’s doing something particularly fascinating. “You’re angry.” Steve shakes his head reflexively, feels a prickle of defensiveness. He keeps his voice as even as he can when he says, “No, I’m not.” “Oh, you are,” Eddie says softly. Something must show on Steve’s face because he amends, “Like, not… Don’t worry. Not a loud anger.”

proof we’re here by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (<1K | General): “I used to wonder about this place,” Robin tells Eddie as they lounge on the couch, looking up at Steve’s pristine ceiling, not a cobweb in sight. “Huh?” Robin smirks knowingly. “Come on, you must have wondered, too.” She puts on a hushed voice of mock reverence. “The King of Hawkins High roaming these hallowed halls… if walls could speak…”

you're so fine, you blow my mind by griesly (PWP, Crossdressing | 4K | Explicit): Eddie walks in on a very private moment, with unexpected (and thoroughly enjoyable) consequences.

buzzer-beater history by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 Missing Scene | 1,7K | General): When Lucas Sinclair starts to apologise for missing The Cult of Vecna, Eddie initially thinks that he’s hearing things. “Jesus, Sinclair. I’ve got an ongoing list of folks who owe me an apology since, like, sixth grade, and trust me, your name’s not on there. Can pretty confidently say it never will, okay?” Eddie sees Steve tilt his head ever so slightly from where he’s walking just ahead of them, like he’s listening in. Spots his faint nod of approval. Eddie can’t decide if he resents it or finds it endearing—kind of gets the ridiculous feeling that Steve’s vetting him on behalf of the kids.

halving the compass by griesly (No Upside Down AU, Fake Relationship | 8K | Explicit): Forced to attend his father's elitist black tie gala, Steve Harrington asks along the one person sure to throw a wrench in the works - Eddie Munson. It's only for show, of course. It's not a real date. ...or is it?

Say Xanathar by pinkcash (PWP | 8K | Explicit): Eddie comes to sell Steve weed and leaves with a lot more information about him than he had originally. Like, for instance, he’s not nearly as straight as he thinks he is

Steve the Reluctant by rachtay13/ @rachtay13 (Post-S4 | 46K | Explicit): Robin raised her brows. “You know what, Harrington?” She nodded her head. “Yeah, you know what? I dare you to make a friend. I dare you.”

Dream Boy by indelicate/ @steddielations (Post-S4 | 8K | Teen): Or, Steve goes to see Eddie’s band play and finally finds what he’s been looking for.

Melt Me On Your Tongue by indelicate/ @steddielations (PWP, BDSM | 6K | Explicit): “This okay?” “Yeah it’s— shit, it’s more than okay, Steve.” “… you’re crying, Eds.” Eddie can’t hold back a choked off noise then, somewhere between an overwhelmed laugh and a sob. “No one’s ever done this to me before.” He doesn’t know if he means no one’s ever given him a bath, or braided his hair, or just any of the things Steve does for him, really. Eddie's never had a Steve before.

I Wish I Knew You Wanted Me by indelicate/ @steddielations (Getting Together | 1,9K | Teen): Or, Steve finds out why Eddie likes wearing his clothes so much.

three whistles in the dark by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 | < 1K | General): “Why are you whistling?” Eddie asks after he’s heard Steve do it for the fourth time. “Huh?” Eddie imitates him; it’s not like Steve is just casually following a tune in his head—it sounds deliberate. Encouraging whistles, one right after the other, in groups of three. Like a… like a call to something.

i’m down on my knees (i wanna take you there) by twelvexclara (Pre-S4 | 4K | Explicit): Steve really needs to pass his English class. So who better than to visit the resident genius/freak, Eddie Munson?

The Intuition of Claudia Henderson by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Post-S4, Claudia POV | 1,8K | General): Claudia opens the door quietly. It’s not Max who’s in the bed. And there, lying so peacefully against Eddie Munson’s shoulder, is Dustin. He’s fast asleep. Eddie’s got an arm around him, and he’s slowly running his fingers through Dustin’s hair the way she used to when he was little, to help him drift off. He looks up from his book at the sound of her entering the room, and his face goes as white as the bedsheets.

🖤 i've been having a horrible time pulling myself together by deadratz (Post-S4 Fix-it | Friends With Benefits | 74K | Explicit): The last thing Eddie thinks as he draws his final breath is that Henderson is gonna need a shit ton of therapy. But then, Eddie wakes up, gasping for air, and miraculously, he's being rescued. Now he has to figure out how to live.

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🖤 better by you, better than me by palmviolet/ @palmviolet (Canon Divergent, Season 1-2 | 32/? | 167K | Mature | Warning: Violence): November 1983. Between unpaid bills, the supposedly straight jock he’s seeing, and letters from his convict dad, seventeen year old Eddie Munson’s got enough to worry about. But when Will Byers goes missing, it sparks a chain of events that will show there are more depths to Hawkins — and to certain people in it, like infamous Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington — than he realizes. / or, the excessively long slow-burn in which Eddie is involved in the Upside Down from the very beginning.

Bandaids for the Heart by LexiRoseWrites/ @lexirosewrites (Modern AU, A/B/O, Nurse Steve | 1/16 | 5K | Explicit): Steve has been a pediatric nurse for long enough to know that Eddie and his daughter shouldn’t be seeing him in the emergency room this often. Ellie Munson can only shove so many marbles up her nose and eat so many crayons before he starts to think the five year old might have an ulterior motive.

🖤 Trouble Looks Good On You by indelicate/ @steddielations (Post S4 | 3/5 | 35K | Explicit): It happens like a fever dream. The first time Steve gives Eddie a swift smack on the ass, it’s obviously just an old jock habit that’s stuck with him. It wasn’t meant to have Eddie’s knees going weak, or turn his blood hot under his skin, or give him a brand in the shape of Steve Harrington’s hand, or— Nope, because Eddie’s not even into that. But then, it happens again. Or, Steve keeps accidentally awakening Eddie’s new kinks.

Until We Fall by indelicate/ @steddielations (Fake Relationship | 3/6 | 19K | Teen): “Hate to break it to you, Buckley, but you can’t set Steve up on a date ‘cause he’s already got plans… with me.” Or, it starts with a drunken night and a plan that Steve can’t remember making, but Eddie sure does.

🖤 Reboot by plutosrose/ @plutosrose (Modern AU, Actor Steve & Eddie | 8/10 | 30K | Explicit): In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren’t speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update–his character gets together with Eddie’s.

🖤 Steve Harrington’s Radical Fun Time Babysitting Service by Humanities_Handbag / @humanityinahandbag, Invader_Sam (No Upside Down AU, 90’s | 26/? | 100K | Mature): Alternatively: Steve accidentally starts a babysitting service, falls in love, panics [in bisexual], and gets himself a boyfriend. (Part 1 of 90’s Music Store AU)

the weight of us by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Dustin-centric, Post-S4 | 2/3 | 8K | Teen): It’s only once everything is okay that Dustin starts thinking there’s something deeply wrong with him.

#steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic rec #epic steddie fic rec

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My submission for Week 3 of @summerofbuddie

Buddie | Explicit | 6.4k words

"Too much fun, Buck. Let's fix that, shall we?" Eddie mutters darkly, guiding Buck to roll his hips, slowly rubbing himself on him.

He might be hard now but he doesn't think he can take anything else touching his dick. "Wait, no, I can't."

"You can, baby."

Just a pwp － technically a second part to a published pwp lol. I'm freaking out over being perceived but let's do this shit. Check it out here !

#buddie #summerofbuddie #smut fic

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epicbuddieficrecs · 3 months

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Weekly Recap | June 3rd-23th 2024 ~ Fics

Sorry for skipping a two weeks! I had a work thing the weekend before before last and work is a bit busy at the moment so I couldn't get to it during the week. Hope you enjoy!

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Take the Lead by Inell/ @inell (Getting Together, Post-S7 | 1,3K | Teen): Buck and Eddie finally have a conversation that they’ve needed to have for months, if not years.

take me out and take me home by bellabrady (Getting Together | 1,7K | Not Rated): Maddie has been texting him, asking him if he’s asked Buck yet and reassuring him that he’ll say yes, although after a few days, it seems her patience started to run out and the reassurance kind of turned into bullying. So he’s going to do it. He’s going to ask Buck out on a date, today. Partially because he wants to finally be with Buck and this will hopefully be the start of that and partially because he’s getting tired of Maddie texting him that he’s a coward — Or: Buck and Eddie finally go on a date.

thanks, babe! by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Getting Together | 1,8K | Teen): Eddie accidentally calls Buck babe and refuses to have a meltdown over it. It was just his subconscious betraying him because they were surrounded by couples, right? Right?!

hit the jackpot by coupe_de_foudre/ @panevanbuckley (Canon Divergent, 1x09: Trapped | 2K | General): “I’m your husband.” “You’re my husband? Holy shit!”

baby don't you know? (you're my golden hour) by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Post-S6 | Getting Together | 2K | General): Eddie will give him this: Chimney does wait months after Buck’s out of his coma and back by his side to bring it up. “How come you and Buck haven’t told anyone you’re together?”

I wish I could help by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Post-7x05: You Don't Know Me, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Eddie is so pent up he can barely focus on his job – and Buck is all too happy to help. That’s just what friends do.

the 'i' in ikea stands for 'i love you' by ipretendtobesane/ / @useramor (Getting Together, Didn't Know They Were Dating | 2,8K | Teen): buck has some life changing realizations in the curtain section of ikea. mainly, he's really, really in love with his best friend.

Chance Encounter by Inell / @inell (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Divorced Eddie/Shannon, S4 | 3K | Teen): When Eddie and Buck go to the Hollywood Farmer’s Market, Eddie doesn’t expect to run into his ex-wife for the first time since moving to LA two years ago.

(for every question why) you were my because by thatbuddie (talktothesky) (Post-S7, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): “Being boyfriends and being friends is really different,” Buck says. “But if you’re so okay being friends with him,” Eddie explains, “It means there wasn’t anything he did wrong while being your boyfriend. So I don’t understand why you broke up with him.” “I didn’t break up with him because he did anything wrong.” Eddie opens his arms wide and then lets them drop down to hit the side of his thighs. “But then what happened? I just don’t understand. What happened?” “You! That’s what happened: You!” (or, Buck breaks up with Tommy but won’t talk about it, and Eddie just needs to know why.)

of bake sales and overdue realizations by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Getting Together | 4,8K | Teen): Eddie doesn’t notice it until it becomes a thing that happens even when it’s just him and Buck, without Chris anywhere near them - but even then, he doesn’t find it strange, or give it much thought. Buck is the one who starts ending their phone calls with a quick ‘love you’ but it doesn't take long before Eddie does the same, often beating him to it.

one single static frame by signetsealed/ @gayeddieagenda (Post-S7, Pre-Buddie | 5K | General): Chris is gone and Buck and Eddie are called on for babysitting duty. Eddie has feelings about it.

some version of you that I might not have (but I did not lose) by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Coma Dream, Pre-Buddie | 5K | Teen): Either Eddie is dreaming and can't wake up, or he's losing his mind. He's not sure which one is more likely.

Baby Got Buck by bgonemydear, Chash/ @ponyregrets (Pre-canon to S7 | 5K | Mature): Five times Buck checked out a guy's ass before he figured out he was bi, and one time someone checked out his after.

sounding like the rest of my life by coupe_de_foudre/ @panevanbuckley (Canon Divergent, Getting Together | 6K | General): or, Eddie does a Ravi and swaps shifts for a bit, only everyone on B Shift is convinced that he and Buck are married. they might not be as wrong as Eddie initially thought.

buried deep, our love comes home by lookforanewangle (Post-3x15: Eddie Begins | 7K | Teen): “You care for him.” “Of course I do,” Buck says, gaze back on Eddie against his will. He squeezes Eddie’s hand again. “He’s my best friend.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I—I don’t—Bobby, it-it’s not like that—” or: After a traumatic few days, Buck and Eddie get their shit together.

i told my future by reading your lips by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (2x06: Dosed, Time Travel | 7K | Teen): In 2018, on their way to a call at a child beauty pageant, and feeling a little strange, Buck and Eddie are suddenly thrown into a fast-paced look at some key moments from their future. And, what they see? Well it can only lead to one logical conclusion.

oh, come when you're called by lesbianrobin/ @lesbianrobin (Post-S7 | 8K | Teen): Chris wants his dad. He wants his bed. But he can't have those yet, and he and Dad never really text because if Dad’s not working they’re usually together or one of them is too busy to text, so texting Dad feels weird, but Buck… He can text Buck.

🔥 Saints into the Sea by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-7x05: You Don't Know Me, Coming Out, Jealous Eddie | 8K | Teen): There's an itch between his shoulder blades when Buck talks about Tommy, when Buck asks Eddie if he wants to join the two of them for a drink after work, when Buck smiles at a text message and Eddie knows it's from Tommy. His stomach had been twisted in knots for half of Maddie and Chim's wedding, watching the two of them. There's only one awful, inevitable conclusion: Eddie isn't actually as comfortable with Buck's coming out as he thought he was. Which is, frankly, unacceptable.

If You Want It, You Can Have It by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Post-S7, Halloween, Identity Porn | 9K | Mature): Buck just wants to enjoy a Halloween night out with the 118, drinking and dancing and making fun of Ravi's costume, all the while trying to handle his newfound feelings for Eddie. He thinks he's being smart, trying to get over his best friend, or at the very least, keep his secret under wraps. He ends up doing the exact opposite. It ends up yielding great results.

🔥 We're at an Impasse Here; Maybe We Should Compromise by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-S7 | 9K | Teen): "You cannot murder anyone," says Maddie. "Also, if you were going to murder your captain, it would be very stupid to write murder down as your top idea for how to deal with him." "It's on a dry erase board!" Chim protests. So far, all he's written on the board is Ways to Deal with Capt Gerrasshole, and then 1. Murder? below it. "And I put a question mark. So even if I didn't erase it, the jury would never convict. A question mark introduces reasonable doubt."

friends don't mean nothing to me (it's us) by Kwills91/ @kwills91 (Pre-S2, Canon Divergent | 15K | Teen): Buck and Eddie meet before he joins the 118, and it just might be the balm he needs to get over Abby. But when Eddie starts working at the station, Buck doesn't understand why Hen and Chim keep looking at them that way, or why Bobby seems to think they're dating.

🔥 when the longer days of sun appear, they'll be rising like an answered prayer by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-S7, Fake Relationship | 18K | Explicit): Eddie is generally worried when Tommy and Buck break up because Tommy's ex moved back to town, and even more worried when that leaves Buck without a date to a wedding. So, of course, Eddie's going to help him out with all of that.

🔥 like a bird stealing bread out from under your nose by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S7, Fix-It | 21K | Mature): If you’d asked Eddie back in May what rock bottom looked like, it was his son leaving him. That felt like it; everything ruined so entirely that there was no way to ruin it further. There’s always more to lose.

🔥 some things fall when they're meant to fall by sibylsleaves/ @sibylsleaves (Post S7E5 | 25K | Teen): Eddie’s gaze drop to Buck’s lips—pink, like his birthmark. Eddie wants to taste those lips, and he wants it with a fierceness so sudden it shocks him. “I’m, uh,” Buck stammers. “Last night. When you saw me and Tommy…we—we were on a date.” Everything inside Eddie goes still. If his heart is a kite, then this is the moment it plummets back to earth. or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

🔥 that magic feeling by woodchoc_magnum/ @woodchoc-magnum (S7 Fix-It | 42K | Explicit): An alternate ending to season 7, in which Eddie doesn't completely blow his life up, and he and Buck realise they're in love.

🔥 ripples all the way down by iriswests/ @fcntasmas (Getting Together, S4 | 52K | Mature): With some coercion, Buck allows Maddie to set him up on a date. Surprisingly, the date goes well — and it keeps his mind off the unnamable feelings he’s been studiously ignoring for his best friend. Until Christopher’s science report on gentoo penguins — no, seriously — sets off a series of events that has him somehow spending more time at the Diazes’ side, and he feels like he’s going just a little bit insane trying to juggle a burgeoning relationship, his jealousy over Eddie’s own new relationship with Ana, and his inability to move on from the place that’s been his for three years in the Diazes’ lives. Oh, and Eddie keeps looking at him like he has something to say — except he never says it. This is the tumultuous road to finding out what Buck truly wants, paved by pebbles. -- or; christopher partakes in some parent trapping

🔥 stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong by Daffi_990_ao3/ @daffi-990 (Canon Divergent, Different First Meeting | 85K | Not Rated): Probational Firefighters Evan “Buck” Buckley and Eddie Diaz meet on a call which ends with them at odds with each other. As the months roll by, they keep running into each other on the job, much to Eddie’s dismay and Buck’s delight. Can they put aside their first opinions and misunderstandings and allow the seeds of friendship, and possibly something more, to take root?

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🔥 Steal My Sunshine by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Altered Memories | 7/9 | 24K | Mature): Memories hazy and unreliable, Eddie Diaz wakes up every morning in a house at the end of a cul de sac, goes to his office job at a petroleum engineering company, and comes home to his wife and son. But something is missing, and the more Eddie begins to put the pieces together, the stranger the predicament he finds himself in.

🔥 If You Can Make the Music by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, | 1/5 | 2K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 5 (Seaside): A year after a whirlwind two week love affair with bartender Buck in Galveston, Texas, Eddie Diaz finds himself coincidentally relocating to the area. But when he attempts to reconnect with Buck, he's in for an unfortunate surprise. (Part 3 of Coma-Verse)

The Smutty Ones by Tizniz/ @tizniz (PWP | 55/? | 22K | Explicit): A collection of smutty Buddie drabbles.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, Divergent Post-S6 | 129/? | 405K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 33/? | 21K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

Chapter 33. 19. "If we get caught kissing we're dead but let's risk it."

🔥 Held Up a Lightning Rod (Wonder Why I'm Struck) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Not A Firefighter Eddie, Sugar Baby Buck | 4/22 | 18K | Explicit): When Eddie Diaz stumbles his way into money, he finds himself one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles - to his dismay. He needs a way to get people off his back without confessing his messy marital situation, and Shannon's still not answering his calls, so he caves to a friend's suggestion: hire someone to pretend to be his partner. Enter Evan "Buck" Buckley: sugar baby, fire fighter, and the man about to turn Eddie's world upside down.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 13/19 | 67K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

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the secrets we keep (the ones that spill out) by sparegarbage/ @babybucks (Getting Together | 4K | General): Or: Buck and Eddie comfort each other with cuddles, hugs, and kisses (platonically—or so they think).

Tear me to pieces and make me feel whole by justhockey (Getting Together | 2K | Not Rated): And that’s when it clicks. In the pasta aisle of the grocery store, at 10am on a Saturday morning. Buck is frowning as he tries to decide what to get - and Eddie is in love with him.

#buddie #buddie fanfiction #buddie fic rec #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #epic buddie fic rec

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