#g g gettin bi

[pameluke]

I can’t believe the next episode is going to be “Buck bi-gins”

[king-urameshi]

my favorite bucktommy fanfic

I figured I've read enough fanfic for this ship to curate a list of my favorites since wading through the ao3 tag can be a challenge. Some of these have been recommended numerous times already on here but hey, what's another shout out for some good writing?

I will add more on reblogs as I come across other fanfic I like:

left breathless by elizabethgee [e] [11.4k words, 2/3 chapters]

summary:

Buck turns to Tommy for comfort when an arson case involving a man who looks like Tommy ends up being ruled a murder. And Tommy doesn't have daddy issues. Really, he doesn't. This fic will include very dark themes, including blackmail, murder, and arson.

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prescribed burn by wakeupnew [t] [8.4k words, one-shot]

summary:

Tommy's busy fighting a wildfire at the edge of the Angeles National Forest, but every time he checks his phone, he has an increasingly unbelievable series of text messages. (Or: Over the course of eighteen hours with Buck and the 118, from a distance and then up close and personal, Tommy keeps having to reassess.)

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gettin' bi by brewrosemilk [e] [10.3k words, one-shot]

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summary:

God, this feels really good. Everything about it; from the size of Tommy’s hand cradling his face, to the gentle yet firm way he sucks Buck’s bottom lip into his warm mouth - to the rough traction of their faint stubble, a slight sound going with it. Men, Buck decides right then and there. Yeah. Men are good, too.  disclaimer because i have picked up on some confusion: this is not a friends with benefits > lovers story. they are good friends, but they are not in love. this story embraces the concept of casual and platonic sex, especially between bi/gay men because it tends to be something that is heavily stigmatized.

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company through every twist and turn by kitthekazoo [m] [12.2k words, one-shot]

summary:

Five fights that help Buck and Tommy grow closer.

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all the vices i can't give up by starryeyedjanai [e] [4.6k words, one-shot]

summary:

It’s kind of second nature at this point—if he’s not sending a picture to Eddie, it’s probably going to Tommy. So his mind must have been running on autopilot when he hit send and now he has to deal with the fact that he accidentally sent Tommy a picture of him with water dripping down his chest, a clear come on. And that Tommy took the bait. or, Tommy doesn’t kiss Buck when he comes over to make things right between them, but Buck still manages to accidentally bag him

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while you arranged flowers by newtkelly [e] [4.6k words, one-shot]

summary:

Tommy’s eyes catch his and Buck is taken aback by the state of them, blown so black and glassy. He always looks so tongue-in-cheek, like he’s in on some joke and waiting for everyone else to catch on. He doesn’t look like that right now, though. Tommy’s composure is waning—the guy who takes on the world with a million dollar smile and a statuesque cleft chin and flies choppers to Vegas on a whim and into Cat 5 hurricanes to help old friends and kisses clarity into men who thought they were finished figuring themselves out, that guy is just as much a slave to his desire as any mortal man, and Buck is winded by the fact that he’s played any part in that. — Buck’s got a wedding date, but as far as today goes, he’s also got a regular one.

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looking for an ocean breeze/so i can fill my mind with ease by newtkelly [e] [8.8k words, one-shot]

summary:

“Can I top you off?” Buck’s head whips frantically in Tommy’s direction. “Huh?” “Your champagne,” Tommy says with a sooty half-smirk, while Buck irrationally feels like his bluff’s been made. Tommy taps a finger twice against the plastic in his hand. “It’s empty. Can I get you some more?” — Maddie gets married in an emergency room and Buck learns how to ask.

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of coming outs and spiderman kisses by alicemcgee [g] [1.9k words, one-shot]

summary:

After coming out to the two most important people in Buck's life, he decides to wait with telling the rest of his friends. he's ready, he just wants to find the right way to do so. Naturally, as this is Buck we're speaking about, things get a little out of his hands. Or should we say mouth?

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the ally and the beast by jobairdxx [e] [2.4k words, one-shot]

summary:

Tommy knows he's late, and he feels awful about it. He so badly wanted to make it to the wedding, but the fire was an absolute inferno that would not go out. When it was finally extinguished and Tommy was given the okay to head out, he jumped in the rig with the rest of his crew, immediately asking them to drop him at the hospital. And of course they had given him grief for it, but he didn't care as long as they got him where he needed to be. When he walks through the ER bay doors and sees Evan, he's instantly apologetic. “Sorry I'm late, that fire was a beast.” But then Evan hits him with a, “So are you,” and grabs him and kisses him, and he wouldn't be able to stop the moan that leaves his mouth if he tried.

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i could be the one (or your new addiction) by milominderbinder [t] [4k words, one-shot]

summary:

“You know you’ve got a hard limit on five Tommy mentions per day,” Hen says.  She puts one hand on her hip, and the other points accusingly towards the large jar in the middle of the coffee table; once home to Cap’s homemade trail mix, it’s recently been emptied out, labelled the Tommy Jar, and is already stuffed half-full of Buck’s hard-earned dollars. It’s only been four weeks since he came out to everyone.  The jar was introduced by the end of week one. With a sigh, Buck reaches for his wallet. He pulls out two dollars, walks over, and stuffs them both into the jar.  “That’s one on credit,” he says, “'Cus you have to let me finish the story—" Five times Buck had to put a dollar in the Mentioning Tommy jar during 7x07, and one time nobody was around to catch him.

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an outlier that should not be counted by dadvans [e] [7.4 words, one-shot]

summary:

Buck knows a lot of random trivia. Tommy falls in love with him one fact at a time.

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flying blind by kat2107 [t] [3.3 words, one-shot]

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summary:

Evan Buckley loves his boyfriend. He also loves sex. He would love to have sex with his boyfriend. When he gets a bad feeling why Tommy insists on keeping things PG13 way past any necessity, he turns to the only gay firefighter he knows. Consent is easy, right? It's all about the communication. note: There is a hint of bad sexual experiences Tommy had in the past when he was figuring out his sexuality. There is no details but it might be read as lack of consent, though it was more likely a lack of care.

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little by little by mediawhore [t] [4.7 words, one-shot]

summary:

‘Some wounds never vanish. Yet little by little, I learned to love my life.’ Mary Oliver Or Buck & Tommy, during and after the wedding.

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you've got the love to see me through by emquin [g] [4.7 words, one-shot]

summary:

Tommy's POV throughout 7x06 where he's mostly just exhausted.

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down, down, down by sketchytaco [t] [6.2 words, 4/4 chapters]

summary:

He rubs the smudged words on his chest more and more he gets older, wondering where his soulmate is. Wondering if they're thinking of him, if they're close. He wonders what they look like, what they sound like. If they've always been out, or if they're hiding, or even if its someone who hasn't figured themselves out yet.

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five ways to fall in love with the man in the mirror by evcndiaz [m] [1.9 words, one-shot]

summary:

Buck meets God at a gay club. He finds him in an oil-slick puddle on a damp night, neon lights reflecting off the kaleidoscopic liquid in the parking lot. or; Evan Buckley falls in love with himself.

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raspberry by evcndiaz [e] [4.4 words, one-shot]

summary:

“do you want to dance with him?” evan raises an eyebrow. “i want to dance with you.” tommy sways forward, nudging his thumb up underneath evan’s jaw so he can tilt his face up and to the side where the man is dancing against some young twenty-something that thinks they have a chance. and hell, maybe they do. but tommy’s not interested in the kid, not tonight at least. he drops his voice, hand snaking down to evan’s ass so he can pull him close. “let me change that: do you want me to see you dancing with him?” evan shivers. bingo. or; sometimes three isn't a crowd. or x2; buck, tommy, and a gay club. things get messy. literally.

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evan, elated and euphoric by brewrosemilk [e] [16.5 words, one-shot]

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summary:

For a moment, that’s all that seems to echo inside of Buck’s head, more than ever before; you have a man on top of you, you are kissing a man; you’re touching a man, and he’s touching you, and you like it. Buck likes it - not just being with Tommy, being with a man - that part is obvious, but he… likes that he likes it. He loves that he likes it. Truthfully, he doesn’t think that he has ever felt more at home in his own body than he does in this very moment.

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a (not so) new hoodie by littlebipolarsunshine [g] [2.8 words, one-shot]

summary:

In which Buck doesn't look very closely when putting on a hoodie before going to work.

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learning to fly by captainmintyfresh [m] [56k words, ?/8 chapters]

summary:

A fic inspired by the 7x05 promo Tommy gives Buck the love he deserves. AKA Tommy goes from 0 to whipped as fuck real fast.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 7, 2003

Lyrics:

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go shorty, it′s your birthday

We gon' party like it′s your birthday

We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday

And you know we don′t give a fuck it′s not your birthday

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz

I′m into having sex, I ain't into making love

So come give me a hug if you′re into gettin' rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub′

Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz

I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love

So come give me a hug if you into gettin′ rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dub (uh-huh)

When I roll 20 deep, it′s always drama in the club (yeah)

Y'all heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love

When you sell like Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love

But homie ain′t nothing change hoes down G's up

I see Xzibit in the cut, man, roll that - up (roll up)

If you watch how I move, you′ll mistake me for a player or pimp

Been hit with a few sh-, but I don't walk with a limp (I′m a'ight)

In the hood in L.A., they sayin', "50, you hot" (uh-huh)

They like me, I want them to love me like they love ′Pac

But holla in New York, for sure they tell you I′m loco (yeah)

And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh)

I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind

I got a mill′ out of the deal, and I'm still on the grind (woo)

Now Shawty said she feelin′ my style, she feelin' my flow (uh-huh)

Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (okay)

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub′

Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz

I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love

So come give me a hug if you into gettin′ rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub′

Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz

I'm into having sex, I ain′t into making love

So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough

That bought me all my fancy things

My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels

Look homie, I done came up and I ain′t changed (what? What? Yeah)

And you should love it, way more than you hate it

Oh, are you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (woo)

I′m that cat by the bar toasting to the good life

Moved out of the hood right, you're tryna pull me back, right?

When my joint get to bumpin' in the club, it′s on

I wink my eye at your chick, if she smiles, she gone

If the roof is on fire, man, just let it burn

If you ain′t talking 'bout money, homie, I ain′t concerned

I'ma tell you what Banks told me, "Cuz, go ′head, switch the style up

If they hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up"

Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub′

Come on, they know where we be

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz

I'm into having sex, I ain′t into making love

So come give me a hug if you into gettin′ rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz

I′m into having sex, I ain't into making love

So come give me a hug if you′re into gettin' rubbed

Songwriter:

Don′t try to act like you don't know where we be neither

We in the club all the time, it's about to pop off

Shady Aftermath

Andre Young / Curtis Jackson / Michael Elizondo

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

50 Cent

[maximuswolf]

Ball Boy

Ball Boy Fly out like a bird boy, you're built like a ball boy, fetch lights for my bud or something. Since 2010 I held this bitch responsive. I'm emceeing like a Savage, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, gone in 7 months I can't believe I didn't even get a lunch your taste is Dry as an Arch. Centre of attention "Man down" ah there's the man now I've seen him cooked on the ground like children (what's that?). Scarse Tom-boy, built like a ball boy fetch lights for my bud or something. Light pack, bright ideas to rap on this bird ass bitch. You're a male cross dresser why do you think they met the Kincaid's? I'm writing this at 6 o'clock but for you it's at 5. One more chance and that's how you blew it, on the sofa and I couldn't even chew it!Watch a movie or clean house what a dumb fucking scouse.Liver's in the pool and love's in the water, bitches stand on one eighty-eight!Birds are usually here in the summer it's 100 days since I've seen my bird. Daily centenarian bird-watcher you best straighten your posture before you miss out on a doctorate!21 years since you spendin' Six Cruel Hours of Our Lives then it was 48 Cruel Hours of A Week and you're chawing leaves. Writing this in a car and you're in daze-ia. 1, 2, 3 and 5 to 6. 7 months and a hundred days! 2, 1, 3, days old that's really when he left? 6 months and I remember when you were conflicted, abusing your influence and I may do the same.I'm counting 5 on an atticus, book are cryptic to this deadbeat I'll elaborate! Friendly-fire you know I'm a G that means no harm. I am feelin' like Jack, (he was a killer) losing to these melodies smokin' nicotine through your oropharynx. Feelin' like you was a palatine. Questioning reproduction, suicide and tyranny wasn't useful for this vicious whining, you're old as a xebec, you're a yapper and I listen to you like zzzzzzz.25 o'clock is when I'm coming back home to this fake ass bitch. Hide the bible and walk you down ball boy, fetch a light for my bud as we know you're a light pack. Listenin' to Mike Jack but you're built like a hacky sack. Let's see Travis's EYES and we'll be there forever, looking at our lives and they both end in HELL!What is that smell? I wanna hit you with an axe now, this music got you wiped down and your crack is in a zig-zag. Red chest, red face, red hand, red leg, you're dead!I'm so sick it's pig sick and I'mma stuff you like a Neapolitan! You're reading like "F- fly... Fly like a bi- bird, fly like a, like a bir-" SHUT UP BITCH YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A POLE AND THAT'S what i'm pullin' up with.Look what the stork brung, a bird in a kids skin. You're largest organ is red inside out and I'm smashing you on the beat of am organ. Tryna strike a chord and you're avoiding A-MINORRRRRRRR!!!! In math you have an A-MINUSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! Once upon a time this "father" was fuckin' scared of several elongated nanometres, terrified of endless terrain at thirteen I decided "Fuck my father he's shit".Jumping Along, My Existence is in Shambles and this wordplay is like the world's played, I played with the lexicon in Verse 3 and it proves line 3 on my blank headstone. This man was gettin' stoned and throwing stones in the water. You're lukewarm and wretched and pitiable and poor and blind and naked so I spit you out my mouth along with these bars right to a Scouse! Jack and Jones droppin' bones on jackets to hide that belly! I have you blocked on the celly! Talk to me and I'm Melly Demons. Submitted July 04, 2024 at 05:34AM by fccardcreator https://ift.tt/VSjd7tn via /r/Music

[realestniccaever]

Gettin' This Gucci Wallet Grabbed Online At Paid Up & At The Extra Freebie Gettin' Rendered At The Message For Gift, "Gucci Got Ish All Ever Str8 Dope Gettin' 'Em Sold Online."

https://www.gucci.com/us/en/pr/men/wallets-and-small-accessories-for-men/bi-fold-wallets-for-men/crocodile-card-case-wallet-with-double-g-p-751977EZIBG2351

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Sheeeee (Kerry Weaver from ER) means everything to meeee

[emjee]

I’m re-reading Cat Sebastian’s Two Rogues Make a Right on audio and I think “I’m not immune to anybody’s charms” is my new favorite description of bisexuality. Like yes nobody’s safe but also please consider how I am beset on all sides.

[bytedykes]

i desperately need a "getting bi" luke scene actually. @ jod pls

same 😩 he's all about that cheerfully bisexual vibe

[winsomemisfit]

Intramural sports are bisexual culture

[francofolle]

when i chose my bi tag, i did not consider the fact that every time i used it, i’d get that song stuck in my head fjdksalfjdaslk

[donny-novitski]

I’m feeling peppy! Spritely! Spry! I’m g-g-g-g Gettin' Bi!

[underscore-jude]

watch twitter ignore the way Ricky acts around Jet (and EJ too for that matter)…. mans is g g g g gettin bi this summer!!!

[gh0ulte4rs]

thinkin abt soft dom!reiner gettin’ a lil mean…

cw… fem!reader, established relationship

warnings… dirty talk, breeding kink, pet name (bunny), cum play (?), (slight) size kink, unprotected sex

“baby— wait, not so fast—” reiner hissed as you seated yourself on his lap, his cock halfway sheathed inside of you. his fingers dug into your hips, caging you in place.

“reiner,” you whined against his mouth, struggling against his strength, “need you to fuck me, please,” you were so tiny compared to him, he didn’t want to hurt you. but you looked so good, so needy on top of him like this. he hadn’t even made it through the front door before you pounced on him.

he bit his lip as you tried to rock your hips, “i don‘ wanna hurt you— ah,” you managed to loosen his tight hold on you, slowly starting to bounce on him. he threw his head back on the top cushion of the couch, mouth hung open. you had never done this before, you were always so patient, he loved it.

“reiner!” you cried out, humping his cock at a rushed pace. you were dripping for him, leaving a mess all over his thighs, “’s not deep enough!”

“fuck— bunny, sl-slow down, we don’t have to rush,” he started to buck his hips up into yours, the tip of his cock bumping your cervix over and over again. you moaned in his ear, irking him to go faster. “you’re such a bad girl,” he growled, a hand coming down to smack your ass, “never listen,” he mumbled.

grabbing your hips once more, he took control, lifting you up and down on his cock with ease. fat tears rolled down your cheeks, the feeling of your pussy being stuffed overwhelming.

“you wanted this bunny,” he groaned, his forehead touching yours. “open your eyes,” you do as your told, your gaze locking with his. “‘m gonna fill you up, ’kay? gonna make you a pretty momma,” he rumbles, making you squeeze around him. “you want that, don’t you?”

“yes!” you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, “want your babies! wanna make you a daddy!” you babbled, drool running past your bottom lip.

flipping you on your back, he pushed your thighs up to your chin, filling you up once more. “s-so fucking bi-big!” you squeal, “g-gonna cum!”

as you bumped your hips up mindlessly, reiner could feel his lower abdomen tightening. he let out a breathy moan, “pretty baby, gonna fill you up so much.”

as you fluttered around him, he hissed, your tight cunt creaming on his cock, leaving a white ring at the base. he followed right after, stilling his hips as he shot his load into you. pulling out, he watched as his cum leaked out of your hole, satisfying him.

“such a pretty baby,” he cooed, kissing all over your face, “my pretty baby,” he collected all that spilled out of you with two fingers and pushed it back in, making you whine. “gonna look so pretty with my babies.”

[koheletgirl]

I DON'T KNOW HOW I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I LIKE LADIES AND I LIKE GUYS I REALIZE IT'S A SURPRISE BUT NOW I SEE THAT THAT'S JUST ME IT'S NOT LIKE I EVEN TRY SO IF YOU ASK ME HOW I'M DOIN HERE IS MY REPLY I'M G G G G GETTIN BI I'M GETTIN BI YEAH I'M LETTIN MY BI FLAG FLY NOT GONNA HIDE IT NOT GONNA LIE I'M A BI KIND OF GUY THERE'S NO REASON TO BE SHY MY OH MY IT'S A FACT I CAN'T DENY I'M BI BI BI UNTIL THE DAY I DIE

[luckynatured]

So if you ask me how I'm doing, Here is my reply: 

I’M G-G-GETTIN’ BI!

[tenpixelsusie]

🎵G-G-G-G-GETTIN' BI, I'M GETTIN BI🎵