#that buck should suck it up and deal with it on his own

[mxstly-melancholy]

Logan request!!

Logan finally had enough and fucks you the way he’s always wanted putting you in your place then you have to deal with the mansion over hearing him

Everyone’s just happy you guys don’t argue anymore instead your loud in a different way

Logan X FemReader SMUT!!

Warnings: No y/n, fem reader (she/her) , pet names, sub/dom if you squint, arguments, embarrassment, breeding. squirting.. lmk if there is more.

Logan has been super cranky lately, but to be fair, so have you. And this has caused a lot of tension and arguments between you two. You aren’t sure why it’s been this way, it probably ranges from the constant stress of missions to the lack of sleep. Who knows at this point, but everyone including yourself is getting sick of the arguments.

And they’re not even real arguments either, they’re just loud disagreements about stupid small things.

And it seems like today you were the one to start a disagreement..

You and Logan were in the mansion's kitchen, talking about a mission you both came back from. It was exhausting, and the last thing either of you should be doing is having a beer, but here you are..

“I just really don’t think we did the right thing, that’s all I’m saying.” You put your hands up in defense. Logan’s eyebrows drew together annoyed.

“What do you mean? We did the only thing we could do. There was no other option.” He huffs.

You sigh, “Look, all I’m trying to say is we did have other options, they just didn’t come to mind until we literally had no other option but to act on what we did.”

You watched as Logan downed the rest of his beer, annoyance on his face as he sat at the table across from you.

“What’s your deal?” He asks seriously, crossing his arms.

The sudden change in demeanor made your heart race.

“What?”

“You heard me, what’s your deal?” He repeats.

You anxiously shrug and awkwardly laugh. “I don’t understand what you mean. I'm just sharing my-“

“Why have you been so wound tight? Everything has to be an argument with you lately.” He huffs.

Your eyes widen at the comment, feeling attacked almost.

“I'm sorry? You’re putting the blame all on me? What about the ones you caused? Just gonna forget about that now?” You stand up angrily.

Logan stands up and walks around the table, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the kitchen wordlessly.

“Wh- Logan where are we going?” You nervously ask.

He was tense, his jaw clenched as he speed walked to their shared room.

He didn’t reply. Just continued on until they reached their room. He opened the door, almost running inside & locking the door. He picks you up and places his hands under your ass, catching you by surprise.

“Logan-“ you whisper breathlessly. He walks over to the bed and places you down on it, crawling on top of you.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you.” He mumbles, not letting you reply before smashing your lips together. His hands roam over your body, teasing and seducing. You give in, wrapping yourself around him. With His free hand, his claws come out and rips your pants down the middle in one motion. You gasp from fear but also excitement.

He throws the ripped pants off of you, then before you know it his hand is at your heat, rubbing slow circles on your clit. He smirks, watching your face contort to pleasure and desperation.

“Logan… fuck.” You moan. He kisses and sucks at your neck, leaving deep purple marks along it. Your hips buck up into his hand, his pace too slow.

“You want more, huh bub? You gonna stop being a little brat if I give it to you good?” He whispers in your ear. You nod rapidly, your hands clawing at his shoulders.

“Please Logan. Please.”

And with that he sits up, quickly removing his own pants. He pulls his briefs down and his cock springs out, head red and leaking pre already.

Your mouth waters as he grabs your ankles, pushing your legs towards your head, putting you in the mating press position.

From past experiences, this position means he’s not going to hold back.

He rubs his cock against your folds, gathering your slick on him.

“Fuck baby. So fuckin’ wet fu’me.” He nearly growls.

You whimper as he starts to push his way in, tingles shooting up your body. He goans, white knuckling while holding you down by the back of your knees.

He starts to thrust slowly, the wet noises your pussy makes as he thrusts into you makes his cock twitch. He can’t help but have his eyes flutter, gaining a faster pace every minute.

“Logan- please. Fuck- more!”

And with that his hips snap into you and he’s going to pound town. He growls, teeth showing as he looks down at you with possession.

“Mine, all mine.” He grunts, leaning down and biting into your shoulder. You moan loudly, and unfortunately Logan isn’t being too quiet either, you already know everyone can hear you two but at this very moment in time, you don’t care.

“Y-yours-“ you moan back. Your body shivers as you squirt on his cock unexpectedly, adding even more slick to the mix.

“Fuuuck yes, that’s right baby.” He smiles, bringing a hand down and rubbing at your clit while he fucks you.

Your legs shake, eyes closing.

“Uh uh- look at me.” He grabs your face with his free hand. “You better be a good girl after this. After I’ve been so nice and fucked you senseless.” He says with short breaths. You can barely even understand him, the white noise in your ears and the static in your eyes only getting louder as you’re about to cum.

“Y-yes sir- yes- I’m gonna- I need to cum!” You whimper loudly.

With one final slap to your clit you’re cumming hard, clenching around his cock so tightly that his claws retract and push right through the headboard of the bed. He cums hard right after you, a deep guttural growl leaving his throat as he paints your walls white. You hold onto him tightly as he fucks his cum into you, your legs shaking from overstimulation with every thrust.

“Fuuuckk.” He groans.

The morning after, you two leave your room after a shower & getting dressed for the day. You notice Scott smirking as he walks by.

And as you’re walking down the hall, you see people whispering. Logan looks smug as could be, and you were completely oblivious.

“What’s going on Logan?” You whisper to him,

He smiles, “Really?” He wraps his arm around you.

“You have no idea?”

Your face heats up with embarrassment once you realize.

“Oh.. damn it..” you mumble.

Then Ororo walks by you two. “Glad to see you two aren’t arguing anymore!” She smiles.

You stop and hide your face in your hands.

“This is so embarrassing.”

Logan laughs, “Hey, it’s not so bad. At least they’re happy for us.” He clears his throat. “Oh, don’t let me forget, I have to get us a new headboard..”

[maxtermind]

Imagine that the reader, Charles, Lando and Carlos randomly get the idea to go to Costco and try some viral food they saw on TikTok so when they go to buy the product, Charles grabs a separate cart and when the guys ask him why if they are only going to buy one thing, he says that the reader always ends up buying too many things and then has nowhere to put them so Charles is used to carrying an extra cart because he knows his girlfriend is a compulsive shopper.

retail therapy

★ : feat :: charles leclerc x reader ★ : genre :: fluff; crack ★ : word count :: 1.4k ★ : a/n :: i've had this in my drafts for so long. i'm so sorry love, i unfortunately suck and forget to schedule the post. thanks for the fun request <33

You found yourself in the expansive parking lot of a large store on an otherwise ordinary Saturday afternoon, accompanied by Charles, Lando, and Carlos.

The mission? To grab the viral food product that TikTok had unanimously declared a must-try: Shin Ramyun. It was supposed to be a simple in-and-out operation, but Charles had other plans.

”Why'd you grab an extra cart?” Lando asked, one eyebrow raised in confusion as Charles nonchalantly pushed the second cart alongside his own.

”We're only buying one thing,” Carlos chimed in, clearly perplexed.

Charles sighed dramatically, casting a knowing glance at you, who were busily scrolling through your phone to find the exact aisle where the magical ramen resided.

”You guys don't understand,” Charles began, shaking his head as if explaining a basic concept to toddlers before whispering so you wouldn’t catch it. ”Y/N always ends up buying too many things. It's like she has a radar for… unnecessary purchases.”

”Hey!” you protested, looking up from your phone. ”They're not unnecessary. They're uh- useful in unexpected ways!”

”Like the 50-pound bag of gummy bears?” Charles retorted, smirking when he saw your eyes widen. ”Or the industrial-sized jar of pickles you bought last time?”

”They were on sale,” you defended, crossing your arms. ”And you love pickles.”

”I love them in moderation, not in bulk.”

”You take that back, mister!”

Lando and Carlos exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth.

”So, what's the plan?” Lando asked, eager to get the show on the road.

”Simple,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye. ”We go in, get the Shin Ramyun, and maybe... just maybe... see if there are any good deals.”

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. ”And this,” he said, gesturing to the extra cart, ”is why we can't have nice, quick shopping trips.”

You entered the store, greeted by the overwhelming scent of bulk goods and free samples. You navigated through the aisles, Charles dutifully pushing one carts, while Lando and Carlos alternatively pushed the other.

”Okay, the Shin Ramyun should be in aisle 12,” you announced, leading the way. ”But we should definitely check out the electronics section first. You never know when there's a sale.”

”We're here for food,” Charles reminded you, though his tone was more resigned than stern.

”And electronics,” you added cheerfully. ”Come on, it's right this way.”

Lando nudged Carlos, whispering, ”Ten bucks says our bill will be over two grand.”

”Mate, talk around five and you're on,” Carlos replied with a grin.

Sure enough, as you wandered through the electronics section, your eyes lit up at the sight of a massive flat-screen TV on sale.

”Look at this deal!” you exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. ”We could totally use a new TV.”

The boys behind you just shook their heads and to appease them, you slowly started, ”I’m just saying that the bonus I got last week has got to—”

”You guys have a TV,” Lando snickered.

”Yes, but not this TV,” you said, gesturing dramatically. ”Think about movie nights! Think about the sports games! Think about—”

”Think about where we're going to put it,” Charles interrupted, though he was already losing the battle. The allure of a good deal was strong, even for him. You could see it in his eyes that he was already almost convinced.

”Fine,” you huffed anyway, moving along. ”But we're coming back for it if we have room.”

Lando and Carlos exchanged looks, trying to stifle their laughter.

”You guys are a mess,” Carlos said, shaking his head. ”This is better than Netflix.”

”Just wait until we hit the snack aisle,” Lando added, trying to be discreet but you caught it. ”That's when things get really interesting.” He just gave you a nervous cheeky smile in return as you glared.

As you made your way to aisle 12, you inevitably got distracted by various items along the way. A giant jar of Nutella? In the cart. A set of high-end kitchen knives? In the cart. A year's supply of toilet paper? In the cart.

Charles dutifully followed, pushing the now significantly heavier cart with an air of resigned amusement. ”See?” he said to Lando and Carlos. ”This is why I grabbed an extra cart.”

Finally, you reached the aisle with the viral TikTok food product. There it was, Shin Ramyun, in all its spicy glory, stacked high and tempting.

”Here it is!” you said triumphantly, grabbing several boxes and adding them to the cart. ”Mission accomplished.”

”Can we leave now?” Charles asked, though he already knew the answer.

”Not yet,” you replied, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. ”We need to check out the outdoor section. Summer's coming, and we could use some new patio furniture.”

Charles groaned, but there was no real annoyance in it. He knew this was just how your trips to the store went. Besides, there was something endearing about your enthusiasm for finding deals and stocking up on... well, everything.

As you wandered through the outdoor section, Lando and Carlos tried out various patio chairs and loungers, providing a running commentary that kept everyone entertained. You found a particularly nice set that you insisted would look perfect in your backyard.

”Think of all the barbecues we could have,” you said, looking at Charles with pleading eyes.

Charles sighed, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ”Fine, but this is the last thing. I mean it.”

”Promise,” you said, kissing him lightly while your friends fake gagged in the background.

You made your way to the checkout, carts overflowing with all manner of items. The staff recognized the boys and immediately started asking for photos and signatures as you guys waited for your turn.

That’s when Charles moved around and squeezed,”Gotta run to the toilet, I’ll be back in two?” He leaned down to whisper.

You shrugged and nodded your head, instead discussing Lando's new apartment with him. Failing to notice how Carlos was nowhere in sight either.

The cashier raised an eyebrow but didn't comment as she rang up the seemingly endless stream of products.

She was on the last few products when you heard Lando sigh under his breath and as you turned around, you saw Charles and Carlos carrying the box of the TV that you were eyeing.

Your own eyes widened as you jumped up and down and screamed,”No way, I love you!” Charles just snorted as skipped towards him.

He set the TV down and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. ”I couldn't resist,” he admitted, his voice soft. ”Your excitement is contagious.”

You beamed up at him, feeling the love and warmth in his embrace. ”You always know how to make me feel loved.”

Charles kissed your forehead, his eyes twinkling. ”Cmon, babe. It’s like breathing for me now”

Lando and Carlos approached, carrying the last few bags and boxes. ”You two are adorable,” Lando teased, nudging Carlos. ”A bit nauseating, but adorable.”

As you left the store, pushing your heavily-laden carts towards the car, Lando and Carlos couldn't help but laugh.

”I owe you ten bucks,” Lando said, nudging Carlos.

Charles wrapping an arm around you. ”What do you think we can do with our old TV?” You smirked before looking over at Lando and Carlos who were loading the car.

”You know the way Lando bought a new apartmen—” Your boyfriend threw his head back and laughed before you could even finish.

”God, baby, I love you! Compulsive shopping and all.”

You smiled up at him, your eyes sparkling. ”And I love that you always bring an extra cart. Just in case.”

”So, what's the first thing we do with all this stuff?” Carlos asked, squeezing the last box into the trunk.

”Easy,” you said with a grin. ”We head home and have a fun game session with some Shin Ramyun and a movie on our new TV.”

Lando snickered. ”Sounds like the perfect end to a perfect shopping spree.”

”And if anyone asks,” Charles added with a wink, ”this was all part of the therapy. Sometimes, a little retail indulgence is just what the doctor ordered.”

”Retail therapy,” you said, snuggling into Charles as you drove off. ”It's cheaper than real therapy. Sometimes.”

Charles laughed, kissing the top of your head. ”And way more fun.”

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[princessbrunette]

MAY have been inspired by watching degrassi, but currently thinking abt bunny!reader convincing jj to fake date her in exchange for money which he happily accepts bc in his words he gets “free food, money, & a pretty girl” 😍😍

୨♡୧ 🎀 ᰔ 🎀 ໒ྀི꒰ ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა

“so it’s a… piss off your parents type deal?” the blonde scratches the back of his head as you stand before him at the juice bar, off on the pogue side of the island he didn’t think he’d ever catch you dead on.

“mhm, precisely! i’ll pay for the dates n’stuff — s’just gotta be convincing so my dad gets off my back n’lets me make my own decisions.” without thinking, you lean forward — over-familiar and touchy with jj already as you reach for the straw in his smoothie and suck the juice up through it — blinking up at him innocently with fluffy lashes that just made you seem all the more doll like. something he had a hard time saying no to.

“so you’re tellin’ me, all i gotta do is be my dirty pogue self, take you out, eat free food n’hang out with a pretty girl?” he smirks, squinting off at the beach like he even had to think about it. “uh, yeah… yeah i am so in.”

you’d enveloped him in a bone crushing hug, and he knew he was gonna really have to practice self control and learn how to control his rampant hard m-ons when you’d press your tits to his chest like that.

the next few days were a blur of pink glitter and grabby hands. the routine was that he’d pick you up from your house, all smug smiles as he shakes your disgruntled parents hands— making an extra show to slide an arm around your waist as they watch the two of you leave the house for the day, even braving an ass grab sometimes which made you giggle and smack him. you’d praised him for putting on an excellent show, but truly he just loved touching you up.

you’d slid him your card beneath the table at the country club so he could pay for lunch, sticking out like a sore thumb anyway as he lounges back on the chair enjoying the free beers and sunshine. when your fathers friends would shoot disapproving looks across the club, you’d only be spitefully encouraged to come to jj’s side of the table and sit on his leg, pulling him in for a wet, glossy kiss with copious amounts of tongue and teeth clashing — the pogue taken aback but thrilled nonetheless, grabbing at you wherever he could.

“y’know, i could get used to this fake dating shit. chicks should be able to like, i’on know — rent me as their boyfriend. for money. i think i could make a good buck, dont ’ya think?” he chats happily, taking another sip of his beer once you’d finished making out. your head swivels back to him from where you’d been glaring over your shoulder at your fathers friends— looking back at the blonde with a pout.

“y’cant do that.” you whine, swinging your legs. he raises an eyebrow, fighting a smirk.

“nah? and whys that, sugartits?” he chuckles out the jokey nickname he’d developed to piss everyone off and you cast your doll eyes down at your nails.

“‘cos you’re my fake boyfriend.” you pur, leaning in a little.

“mhm, guess you’re right ‘bout that.” he smiles, eyes darting down to your mouth. “aw, you want another fake kiss?” you nod happily, and your lips collide. this time you don’t care so much if anyone’s watching.

୨♡୧ 🎀 ᰔ 🎀 ໒ྀི꒰ ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა

[nanamiscocksleeve]

HII RAYY HOW ARE YOUU POOKIE? Can i ask the #5 with nanami and hiromi?

👉🎀👈

Thank youu and have a nice day/afternoon/night :33

Hey pookie bear! I'm good, was kind of nervous that no one would ask for these two and here it is!

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.” --------

You'd been dating two people at once. From the same office no less! But it was a hard decision, and you couldn't make up your mind. How were you supposed to choose between Hiromi and Kento?

Just how?

You had informed both men of the situation and they had been polite in their responses. But you knew you had to make a decision soon. You step into your apartment, lock the the door and head into the bedroom. You turn on the light and let out a yelp of shock as you see the sight in front of you.

Both Hiromi and Kento on your bed. Naked save for their boxers. And making out. They stop at your screaming and look at you, offering their hands. You shake your head.

"No. No , no, no." What is going on here?" you demand an answer.

"You know darling, perhaps it isn't wise to tell both the men you're dating that you would love to have threesome," Hiromi says huskily as Kento presses kisses to his neck.

The sight of both of them, nearly naked, the outlines of their erections visible, and kissing each other so intimately, sends a thrill of excitement through you, your clit throbbing in need.

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for the moment.”

You join them on the bed and they make room for you, pulling you between them. Once you're naked, they run their hands over you, stroking, squeezing, all the while giving each other little kisses and licks which turned you on even more. After a while, they undress each other, cocks hard and ready for action. Your mouth waters at the sight as they make their way back to you.

With an erotic chuckle, Hiromi fists Kento's cock, drawing a sound of need from him, and making your blood hum in arousal. You hadn't imagined these men making love to each other but it was so insanely hot to watch. Hiromi licks Kento's leaky tip before sucking him into his mouth. Seeing his own erection bereft. you crawl over and take him into your mouth, enjoying his taste, then gasp as both men start touching you again, Kento's fingers stretching out your wet pussy, Hiromi tugging on your nipples as you bob along his length.

"Gonna cum first Hiromi?" Kento goads him, panting as Hiromi sucks him off.

Hiromi rolls his eyes in response but his balls are tightening up in anticipation from your movements. You giggle quietly, the struggle between these two only turning you on even further.

"Whoever lasts longer gets to fuck her first. Deal?" Kento challenges Hiromi, who smirks and starts fondling Kento's balls, making him hiss and grit his teeth.

You watch them both carefully, seeing who's closer but it appears to be a stalemate. As they both try to hang on, you feel your jaw growing tired and with a moan, pull back to give yourself a break. That was all it took. The lapse in action gave Hiromi a jolt of energy, and he grabs Kento's ass to pull him deep into his throat, nose pressing into his pubes as Kento lets out a desperate yelp, eyes closing, and hips bucking as he rides out his orgasm.

His moans were the sexiest thing you'd ever heard, second to him being blown by Hiromi. As he quiets down, Hiromi pulls away wiping his mouth.

"Guess I earned it," he says with a smug smirk, looking at you. You giggle as he lines up his cock at your entrance and look over at Kento, still hard, but looking downtrodden.

"Aw, come here Kento. You'll get a chance too." You cradle him as Hiromi pushes into your wetness, kissing Kento's lips, and whimpering as he pets your clit in soft circles.

"Wish you guys had brought this idea up sooner," you mumble, causing them to laugh as they work together to bring you to ecstasy.

[buddiebeginz]

Reminder that this is how bummys talk about Oliver and worse. Let's not forget some of them also made a 4hr podcast months ago saying awful stuff about him, all because he was posting about hanging out with Ryan and not Lou. They've also been repeatedly calling him biphobic/homophobic because he said Buck should get to explore his sexuality more and have sex.

Some of these people used to be Buddie shippers but the truth is they never really cared about Oliver or Buck. They have the nerve to call us fetishists when a lot of us have been shipping two best friends for years who we just want to see take their relationship to the next level. The main draw for them with b/t is wanting to see two guys they think are hot together because it certainly wasn't about Buck and his happiness. They weren't ever looking at his scenes with Tommy thinking is this really the best relationship for Buck? They've always been more concerned with Tommy and wanting him to be a permanent fixture on the show. Almost immediately after 704 some of them were calling him Buck's endgame. Even though we were shown time and time again how much Tommy was never the right person for Buck.

Now that their ship is over they've inevitably turned on Oliver and are blaming him for it even though at the end of the day the person who made that decision was Tim.

Also and this is something I really really wish bummy stans would get through their heads, actors are allowed to have personal opinions about the media they act in. Oliver has said he's a fan of 911 so I'm sure he watches the show. It's clear from many things he's said that he genuinely cares about Buck every bit as much as we do. So acting like he's not allowed to have preferences for the show and for Buck just makes no sense. He's connected to Buck in a way none of us are so if anyone should get to have thoughts on Buck's story it should be him. He's allowed to like or dislike a ship or a storyline. I know it sucks if an actor that's part of a ship you like doesn't support that ship but it does happen.

Oliver has supported Buddie for years and been very transparent that he wants to see it happen. He was never going to become the captain of the b/t ship. He's never really been super supportive of any of Buck's other ships nor does he have to be. Oliver has always been respectful towards his co-stars and fans and always given respectful answers about Buck's past ships in interviews and that's all he's really required to do.

It's honestly baffling how bummy stans continue to play the victim and continue to try and come up with all these reasons for why they think Oliver is a bad person for not supporting their ship and Lou. The reality is b/t was never meant to last. Oliver knew this and didn't want to lead anyone on. It's also very likely that Lou didn't get along with the cast especially given how they went out of their way to say goodbye to Callum and there was nothing for Lou. Not to mention Oliver very deliberately leaving Lou out of his photography spoke volumes.

I also think Oliver saw at least some of the drama online this year both from b/t stans and from Lou and it made him less likely to engage with that part of fandom. Bummy fans spent a not insignificant amount of time this year saying terrible sometimes racist things about Ryan and Eddie (like telling Ryan he should have finished the job when he talked about his s*icide attempt). Ryan is clearly someone that Oliver cares a lot about so if he saw any of this I'm sure it didn't endear him to those fans. On top of that they continually pushed for a guest character, who was never meant to be anything more than a plot device in Buck's story to be a main character and have his own Begins episode.

I'm just really sad and angry that this is the kind of stuff Oliver is having to deal with. Buck's bisexual journey should be this amazing positive thing and bummy stans have repeatedly tried to warp it to be their way or no way. I just really hope that Oliver knows there are so so many of us who love him and appreciate all the work he's done.

[selfloverrrrrr]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Toji and a woman reader in an Aladdin au with drowning, gags and humiliation please? In the story, Toji is a street rat who's thrown into the sea to drown. But before he dies, he finds a lamp at the bottom of the sea that contains a genie aka the reader who's become enamored with Toji. So she exploits his drowning situation by making him her new sex toy. You can decide on the sexual acts as long as Toji is kept shackled and cloth gagged.

For saving your life~

Warning: smut, heavy smut, noncon, unprotected sex, bullying, Yandere, obsession, shy boy Megumi, obsessed reader.....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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A group of rowdy men stood around it, their laughter carrying on the wind as they tossed Toji's limp body back and forth. They had found him hiding in an abandoned warehouse, stealing food to survive, and decided that he was no better than the rats that scurried through the streets. His crimes did not warrant a trial, in their eyes. No, they would simply take matters into their own hands and dispose of him.

They decided to throw Toji in the sea to die. They brought him to the sea. They started tying him up with chains and tied a metal ball with it. Toji was begging them to stop but they didn't even listen to him. They threw him in the sea.

Toji started drowning. He could barely breathe. His body started getting limb. His eyes were about to close when he saw a lamp. He have seen this lamp in many posters before. People says that there's Jennie inside. He heard if someone rubs that lamp a genie will appear and she'll grant a wish. Without thinking anything Toji started rubbing that lamp for his life.

Y/n's POV

I felt like independence. I came out of the lamp. But when I saw who it was. I saw a guy with short black hair. He was handsome. "So... you make me out of the lamp?" I asked. "Yess... yes.... please help me I don't wanna die " he said. "But you have to agree with me for a deal if you want my help" I said. "I'll do anything!!!" He screamed. I smirked.

Time skip

Now here he was. All tied up on the bed. Without any clothes. "Don't struggle... you accepted the deal" I said stripping out of my dress. "B-but...." He tried to say something but I tied his mouth with a cloth. "Shhhh....you should shut your mouth" I said and sit on the bed.

I trailed down my hand from chest to his clothed erection. All I could hear from him was gags. "You are mine now" I said and started unzipping his pant.

"mmhhhmmm" he tried to stop me. I pulled down his pant and started undoing his shirt. "P-please *gag* stopppfff" he asked. I could hear his breath uneven from fear. I started rubbing my hand on his boxer on his erection. His breath hitched. " You should accept your fate" I said tugging on his boxer. I pulled down his boxer.

"PLemmm.... mmm stopmmm...." he begged between gags. Tears started forming in his eyes. I grabbed his dick and started stroking it. He squeezed his eyes shut. Tears started falling from his eyes. I licked his chest and bite on his nipple. I heard him groaned at that. I smirked.

I went down to the level of his dick and put it in my mouth. He moaned loudly. I started rubbing my tongue around his dick. His dick was too big. Barely fitting in my mouth. I stroked the rest with my hand. I sucked on his tip harshly and pull out his dick with a 'pop'. I looked at it. His tip became so red I had barely done anything yet. When I pulled out his dick his hips automatically bucked upwards... seeking for release. I smirked at that.

I went up. He just looked at me with teary eyes. I tighten my grip on his chin. "Now stop struggling, whore!!!" I said. He nooded. He accepted his fate. Tears still falling from his eyes. I smirked. "That means I can make you mine" I said and took off my skirt and pantie. His eyes widened. I lined my entrance with his dick I went down and we both moaned loudly.

I started riding him. Going as fast as I can. We both were moaning like sluts. Noone could ever imagine that his dick could be that long. His dick was touching the deepest parts inside me. I knew I couldn't hold it long. He was still struggling and sobbing and babbling words like I can't even understand. My pussy clenched around him and he moaned out so loudly. After a few minutes we both came together. Toji became so weak he fell on the bed and I fell on top of him. We both breathing heavily.

"You were being a great whore ~" I whispered. Now he accepted his fate that he's tied with me like that forever.....

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[xythlia]

- ̗̀໒ mdni. inspired by is it over now? oral, clit sucking, fingering, face riding, use of baby. idk im eepy sorry for any mistakes

"You know I've been a mess, baby. I need you right now," satorus smooth murmur barely breaches the gooey warmth of arousal drowning your brain.

The way he gently caresses your thighs, shifting on the couch, makes you forget about being miffed that he blew you off days ago. In your head his request is already granted, no need for asking despite the part of you that knows you should be telling him there's better ways to deal with whatevers got him twisted up inside.

Could anyone really blame you for choosing this instead? It's simpler than trying to scale one hundred foot tall emotional barricades, and despite what you tell yourself each time you always pick up the phone, always find yourself bundled into a cab to wind up here.

And he asks so sweetly, those crystalline blue eyes brimming with desire. He knows you fold so easily, both because of selfish lust and because you've given up on everything but this. He can't blame you, after all he forced your hand.

"Been thinkin' about this pussy all day-" he cuts himself off with a throaty groan as he pushes one of his lithe hands between your thighs, cupping your aching cunt and biting his bottom lip in smug satisfaction feeling the wet spot spreading against his fingers.

"Just one taste?"

That's all it takes to have you disregard the few remaining pieces of clothing on your body, standing to shimmy off your damp panties before straddling his chest. He takes his time, kneading the soft fat of your ass, gingerly pushing you to move forward and situate your legs on either side of his head.

Before you can even settle in the position his tongue licks a hot stripe up your pussy, lapping at your arousal and pressing your thighs down fully. You squirm but he holds steadfast, not caring about anything but getting his fill of you.

Your head tips back, hands finding their way into his soft snowy hair, nails scratching against his scalp lightly with every prod of his tongue against your puffy clit.

"Finally," he moans and the slight vibration of his voice makes you grind your hips down against him. Ecstasy drips like honey down the back of your throat, squeezing your eyes shut and whispering his name like a reverent prayer.

"Fuck," he says, barely audible through the slick wet sounds and the way your cunt muffles his mouth. "Always so good."

Higher pitched gasps leave you, floating away up to the ceiling as your body preens from the praise. His hands rub up and down your thighs as he sucks on your aching clit, turning the darkness behind your eyelids into static fuzz. Two of his fingers prod at your soaked hole as you lean forward, slightly lifting and incidentally giving him a better angle to keep teasing you.

You can feel the way his fingers slide in with zero resistance, your body eager to accept the familiar intrusion of him. "Got the prettiest pussy don't you, baby?"

All you can do is nod dumbly above him, eyes rolling back and teeth digging into your lip as you feel an overwhelming pressure build in your tummy. Feeling those long fingers scissoring against your walls and his tongue stroking your clit is all too much, all simultaneously.

"Please, please don't stop-" it's fever pitched and frantic, knowing you're about to tumble headfirst off the cliff.

When his teeth lightly scrape your throbbing clit your eyes snap open, mouth agap in a silent cry as the sugar shell of pleasure cracks and shatters inside your head. Your hips buck messily against his face, no regard for anything but your own pleasure but it's just as satisfying for him to see you breakdown into a hedonistic mess.

It's better, easier this way. Speaking in bodies is oddly enough, far less messy than words. You're his constant comfort, you'll always pick up the phone no matter how many times he breaks your heart.

[ddejavvu]

you know that whole pilot speech thing hangman does? like how a pilot speaks to the passengers? my mind is dirty and likes to wander……… just humor me, imagine, IMAGINE! it would both be kinda cute, but also BRRRRRR because he would just narrate everything in that voice and with that stupid huge grin. maybe it would be like “no fucking way that could do it for me” but then he does is as a joke and it’s like “wait….wait… it’s not funny anymore… keep going👀”

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Jake," You gasp, laughter shaking your chest where it's pressed to his own, "No, stop- don't!"

He chuckles with a grin, gooey and sweet as his nose bumps your jaw,, "No, I'm sorry darlin', the announcement has to be made."

"Don't you dare," Through your fit of giggles you register the soft brush of his cockhead against your slit, and even though you're elated and giggly, your hips jerk up. He lets one last laugh out into the dewy skin of your neck, then adjusts his voice to pump it full of extra cockiness.

"Ladies and gentlemen," You can hear the smile in his voice, and you shriek with laughter in his grip, "An aircraft is approaching the hangar. Please open the- open the doors," His shoulders shake with laughter that leaks into his voice as he reaches down to nudge your thighs further apart, "And prepare for landing."

"You're so lame!" You giggle, the sound turning sultry at the end as it bleeds into a soft moan. He eases his cock into your pussy, pushing slow and steady as he slicks up his length in your wet cunt.

"Miss, please- do not call the pilot lame," Jake attaches his lips to your jaw, sucking and popping kisses to the skin there, "You seem to be enjoying yourself mighty well."

"It's your voice," You admit, laughter fading out from your lips when Jake bottoms out. You shift your hips with a whine, "It's- agh, it's sexy, Jake. It's really, really sexy."

"Well then," He grunts, hips pulling back to drag his cock along your walls until he's almost out completely. You nudge his chin up with your nose, and you bury your lips in his neck, face pressed to his throat, "I think the pilot should keep making his announcement."

"Please-! Please do," You pant, gripping at his shoulders and digging your nails into his soft flesh, "Please, Jake, I- ah! I can feel it."

As he speaks his throat vibrates ever so slightly, the sensation thrumming through your veins where you're flush to his throat. You lick, suck, and drool against his skin, teeth nipping at the tanned expanse before you.

You're surprised that, when paired with the steady pounding of his cock against your insides, you cum faster than normal. There's something about being pressed to his throat, practically sucking the words out of him as he drones in that cocky drawl of his. When your thighs stop their relentless trembling and he's still jackhammering into you, you push at his shoulders.

"Wait, wait!" You pant, "'S too much, I- I can't. C'mere." You urge, pushing his chest back and reaching for his stiff cock where it slides out of your cunt trailing a glob of slick, "My turn."

You sink to your knees beside the bed, and his eyes trail down your sweat-sheened figure, roving with special concentration over the sticky stains on your inner thighs.

"Oh, fuck, Jake." You breathe, mouth watering at the sight of his red-tipped, slick-soaked, leaking cock. You squeeze it gently, and he groans, hips shifting.

"Just- just hurry, darlin'." He pleads, bucking into your fist, "Please, can't take this much longer."

"I will, I will," This time it's your turn to grin deviously, licking a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. Your voice is far too gleefully satisfied when you speak, almost rivaling his own in terms of cockiness, "I'm finally about to find out the deal with airplane food."

[newobsessionweekly]

HIII This is my first time asking

Can you write one shot with Buck? By that I Mean where's reader is pregnant, like how they started thinking about child, them telling 118 and Maddie, thinking about name(girl) and first kicking, time when he is touching her bump and when she is finally here I'm sorry if its to much. And sorry for all the mistake english isn't my first language

I've been thinking

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Dreams series

Part 1 | Part 2

Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

Fandom:911

Summary: You and Buck consider starting a family together.

Fluff

A/n: Thank you for the request, bub! It’s gonna be a series of all the stages, I hope you’re gonna like it! Also, sorry! It took a bit longer than I expected, working is really sucking every bit of energy out of my body!

Requested: yes

Words: 1.4k

Requests are open for Buck / Eddie!

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

As you walk into Bobby and Athena's house, the laughter and chatter fill the air. It's a lively party, with children running around and adults catching up with one another. Buck takes your hand, leading you through the crowd, as you greet familiar faces and exchange warm smiles.

You settle down outside, letting the sun kiss your face, enjoying the summer day as Maddie and Chimney made their way, sending hugs here and there. Maddie's eyes are sparkling with excitement, and she can barely contain her joy. Buck kissed the top of your head, joining Bobby and Eddie as the girls gathered around you.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” you teased Maddie, as her cheeks turned red. “Where’s my favourite niece?”

“Oh, she’s over there with Howie.” Maddie pointed to where the boys were standing, making a circle around Jee-Yun as she ran between their legs, handing herself onto Buck’s.

You heard congratulation words coming from the boys, some patting Chim on his shoulder, some giving him hugs. Buck just stood there with a funny repulsion written over his face and everyone laughed at his words, making you frown even more.

“So girl, you’re gonna tell us why you’re so cheerful about or we should share our guesses?” Athena’s gaze shifted from Maddie to where the boys were, lightly chuckling when your boyfriend made his way to you.

“Well, me and Howie—“

“It’s so disgusting hearing people telling around they’re trying for a baby. Like yeah, congratulations, you’re having sex, but just don’t make a big deal out of it!” Buck was babbling around, interrupting his sister, and you just couldn’t hold your laugh at him scrunching his face in dislike.

“What’s the matter with you?” you caressed his hand when he landed on your chair handle.

“It’s annoying hearing Chimney talk about trying for another baby. I don’t want to picture my sister and Chimney having sex! Now I can’t get that image out of my mind!” Buck’s words made the girls laugh and after the realisation hit, all of you gave Maddie questioning looks.

“Yeah, thank you Evan for making the announcement!” Mads frowned at Buck, innocence playing on his eyes as he raised his arms in defence. “Me and Howie are trying for baby number two!” she announces, her voice filled with excitement.

The back yard erupts with laughter and cheers, and you find yourself clapping and smiling along with everyone else. But as the cheers die down, a thought creeps into your mind, and you glance over at Buck, who seems lost in his own thoughts.

Maddie notices your quiet demeanor and turns to you and Buck, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What about you two?" she asks, her voice filled with interest. "Waiting for baby Buckley to play around here some day."

Buck's gaze shifts from Maddie to you, and you catch a flicker of longing in his eyes. It's a question that has been hovering unspoken between the two of you for a while. Your heart skips at the thought of having Buck’s child.

You take a deep breath, suddenly feeling vulnerable yet hopeful. "Maybe some day." you say softly, intertwining your fingers with Buck's.

As the conversation continues around you, your mind starts to race with possibilities. You think about the future, about the joy and challenges that come with parenthood. The thought of sharing that journey with Buck fills you with a sense of love and anticipation.

Buck's attention turned to Christopher, who was playing around with Danny, his contagious laughter filling the air. A mischievous grin formed on Buck's face, and he couldn't resist joining in on the fun. They played tag, engaged in an imaginary battle against imaginary villains, and Buck even gave Christopher a piggyback ride, both of them bursting into fits of giggles.

While watching Buck and Christopher, Eddie joins you on the couch, with a warm smile playing on his face. He leaned in slightly, his voice softening. "You know, you and Buck would make incredible parents," Eddie remarked, his words laced with sincerity. "I've seen how you both care for Christopher and the rest of the team. You have so much love to give."

His words touch your soul, and you nod gratefully. "Thank you, Eddie. It means a lot to hear that from you."

“What are best friends for?” he noticed your lost expression, embracing you with warmth and a kind of love only Eddie was able to bring into your life. It was a big brother’s love, one saying he cares about you a lot and his heart aches whenever your smile is missing from your beautiful face.

His words resonated with you, reinforcing the thoughts that had been swirling in your mind since the conversation had begun. The idea of starting a family with Buck had always been a distant notion, but now it felt tangible, within reach. The mere thought of sharing such a profound connection with him filled you with excitement and warmth.

As the day drew to a close and the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself nestled in Buck's embrace, watching the stars emerge one by one. The gentle breeze carried with it a sense of serenity, and it seemed as if the universe was aligning to grant your unspoken desires.

Buck’s apartment is filled with a warm and inviting atmosphere that always seems to surround him; a mix of modern furniture and personal touches, reflecting Buck's adventurous spirit. The walls are adorned with photographs capturing his countless adventures and the sweetest memories the two of you share.

As you settle on the cozy couch, a sense of comfort washes over you, amplified by Buck's presence. You were tired, all you wanted to do was to lay in his arms, the calming movement of his chest raising and slowly making its way down with every breath drifting you off to sleep. But something feels different in the air and your tiredness is not it.

Buck glances at you with a mischievous smile, his hazel eyes sparkling with a hint of excitement. You notice his playful demeanor, sensing there's something he's been pondering.

"You know," Buck begins, his voice gentle yet filled with anticipation, "I've been thinking a lot lately."

“Oh, you thinking? That can’t be good!” you teased, trying so hard to keep the laughter from coming out of your mouth as his fingers made their way up and down your body in Buck’s attempt of tickling you.

“Now, seriously.” he cleared his throat and his blue eyes scanned your face. Tears forming in your eyes from all the laughter, a beautiful smile reached your eyes that you couldn’t keep under control and cheeks painted with the same pink as your lips. “Everyone around us have families, babies. We’re the only one left.”

His words hang in the air, leaving you momentarily speechless, but as you observe Buck's hopeful gaze, you realize he's being completely serious.

As a rush of emotions flood over you, you search within yourself to find your own truth. Thoughts of Buck as a father flicker through your mind, and you can't help but smile. He has always been compassionate, caring, and fiercely protective of those he loves. His determination to make the world a better place for others is a testament to the kind of father he could be.

Buck notices your smile and takes it as a positive sign. His enthusiasm grows, and he continues, "I know it's a big decision, and we'll have to figure out the logistics, but I can't imagine a better person to be the mother of my kids."

His words stir a sense of warmth in your heart, and you find yourself imagining a future where you and Buck navigate parenthood together, supporting each other through the ups and downs.

“I-uh… I’ve been thinking about it lately.” you confessed, playing with his hair as his head rested on your lap. “But the more I think about it, the more I realize how lucky any child would be to have you as a father."

A mix of relief and joy washes over Buck's face, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his, and squeezes it softly. In that moment, you both understand that whatever path you choose, you'll face it together, as you've always done.

He suddenly stands up on his knees, dragging you down on the couch, hands framing your face. You laugh in surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding into him as his lips pursued together down from you nose, to your cheek and making their way to your neck.

“We better get to work then!”

[beyourownanchor6]

thanks for the tag beloved @elvensorceress 🩵

—more from chris doesn’t come back au bc it’s my only wip and i’m determined to finish her. ok, enjoy the angst 🫶🏼

“I uh, I should—I could…go home?” Buck offered, fiddling absently with the bandaging on his wrist. Eddie tracked the movement, keeping his eyes trained on it as he answered.

“You are home.”

It was all Eddie said before exiting the truck, leaving an odd chill behind.

Buck got his own door open before Eddie could round to do so. He didn’t need anyone taking care of him. He was fine.

The walk to the door felt endless, Buck stopping just behind Eddie as they reached it.

Chris wouldn’t be inside with Carla, he wouldn’t be away at a sleepover, or still at school. He was just—gone.

As Eddie twisted the knob, Buck began to panic watching as the door opened to reveal an empty foyer. Seeming to sense his unease, or maybe needing the comfort himself, Eddie latched onto Buck and tugged him over the threshold and into the house. It was like all the air had suddenly been sucked out of him, just like when the wave had come crashing down.

He pulled back from Eddie, but Eddie stayed strong, tightening his grip on Buck.

“H-he’s not,” buck swallowed, choking on air, his next words coming out in a whisper. “He’s gone Eds.”

Eddie sniffled. “I know Buck. I—I know.”

Buck looked away from Eddie, glancing around desperately for anything else to latch onto. Eddie didn’t need to deal with him; not right now.

Steady hands were on him again, Buck trying to twist out of them, all but fighting Eddie off.

“I-I-I can’t-cant’ be here Eddie.”

Eddie shook his head as he pulled Buck closer.

“Please don’t leave. I—you’re all I have, Buck.”

And that’s what did him in, the floodgates in him opening up like the eye of the storm.

He let out a gut-wrenching sob as he fell into Eddie, the two of them falling to the floor in a heap of sobs. Their tears fell together as they leaned into one another, holding on for all they had. Maybe if Buck held on tight enough, he wouldn’t lose Eddie too.

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[kentocidal]

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internal notes: oral (f!receiving), established relationship, smut but written in a fluff way, aizawa calls reader angel but there’s no other pronouns used, word vomit

internal message: i uh. i had brainrot. just the thought of aizawa between my legs has consumed me for over 24 hours.

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one man should not be allowed to look so lazy and unenthused while eating pussy. it was almost comical, a sitcom-level situation you often found yourself in.

not that you were complaining, but it was something you liked to clown your husband about for years. and yet, his tired, catlike stare always got you hot and bothered, even this many years into the relationship.

one hand splayed on the soft flesh of your lower stomach, fingers occasionally curling inward to not only apply pressure but to just feel you. his other entangled with yours, fingers entwined, his palm steady while yours shook.

his eyes were half-lidded and sleepy in the early morning light, barely visible above the hem of the shirt bunched around your midsection. you shifted your head on the pillows as you whimpered and got a much better view.

he had his head encased by your thick thighs, a place he always loved to be, often kneading the flesh with the calloused pads of his fingers or sitting on the floor in front of you so you would drape your legs over his shoulders when you sat on the couch. your husband was a bit of a freak, a bit of an animal, but it was second nature to you now.

his bloodshot eyes were focused on your skin, the way it rippled when you moaned as his nose bumped against your achy clit. he was lapping at your dripping cunt, long, broad strokes, slurping up the taste of you, you, you, as much as he could get before he really had to get up and out of bed to get ready for work. you had begged him to retire after losing his leg, but he wasn’t having it. he always had to be busy. and you respected him for it.

however, the loss did make him grow more fond of being late to work to keep his face buried against your cunt and having your thighs as earmuffs, so it worked out in your favor in the end.

you whined sharply when he moved his tongue to your clit, wrapping his lips around the hard nub and sucking, eyes finally flicking up to meet yours with an almost cocky glare to them. he looked like a cat that successfully knocked your bottlecap off your table and underneath your fridge so you couldn’t get it if you tried.

your whole body felt like it was on fire as you gripped his hair and curled in on yourself.

“shou, shou, oh god ‘m gonna cum, don’t stop-“ you bucked your hips against his face and he definitely didn’t stop in his ministrations. he had learned years ago that when you said not to stop, he better keep the same pace.

he hummed around your clit, groaning softly against your cunt, and you cried out into the early morning darkness of your shared room, gushing over the lower half of his face as he returned to languid broad strokes of his tongue to clean you up.

you shivered and released your strong grip on his hand to brush your hair back from your sweaty forehead, giggling softly at the way he sat up to lick his lips and suck in a breath as if he wasn’t trying to continue smelling you. “dirty old man.”

“you’re one to talk, angel.” he grunted right back, shifting his weight on the bed to start pushing at the waistband of his pink sleep pants that covered the large tent in the front. “i’ve got fifteen more minutes to spare. got another round f’ me?”

“make it twenty more minutes and you have a deal.”

“don’t press your luck.”

[dyandtyfan]

Look I love Eddie Diaz. I feel for him. I can’t imagine finding out you are going to be a father at 19. Getting Married because it’s what your parents want. Then enlisting in the army and being gone.

I can’t imagine what it was like to come back after being injured and dealing with PTSD, your wife upset with you, your son having CP, then having your wife disappear for two years. That is Devastating. And your parents wanting to control everything you do.

But that being said (this might be an unpopular opinion) but Eddie Diaz is kind of an asshole.

He sees Shannon again for the sake of their son to be able to go to good school in LA. Apparently he’s good with having sex with her but not allowing her to see Christopher. Even though his son wants to see her.

After she is killed he doesn’t get help, he watches his best friend get crushed by a whole firetruck, watches his best friend have a plumary embolism, and almost loses Christopher and Buck in tsunami.

Said friend is held back at every turn from working even after he was cleared. Treated like he didn’t know his own body, told by Bobby that he is the one holding Buck back. Instead of being there for Buck he is off with his new friend Lena fighting in illegal fights. Gets mad at Buck for suing Bobby no one else, Plus all the things that were said in the meeting with his lawyer. Even those were public record. Acts like a jilted wife at the grocery store. Calls Buck exhausting, and tells him he needs to suck it up. All because he hasn’t dealt with his own trauma. He throws Bucks Trauma in his face. Still haven’t forgiven Eddie for that one.

Treats every woman he has been with like a new mom for Christopher or a babysitter.

Wants Buck to be there for the emotional conversations for Christopher.

Treating Marisol and Kim pretty badly.

Although Kim was her own kind of freak.

Expects Buck to fix all his problems. I get it Buck wants to help and loves helping Eddie.

But we still have part of the fandom thinking Buck is the one who needs sorting out. More like Eddie needs a lifetime of therapy and to not date anyone period.

Sorry Eddie you need a warning label.

Do not date me unless you want to deal with being my sons new mom, babysitter, please do not touch me I have a whole lot of catholic guilt, and I’m still not over my dead wife.

God help me I still love him through all of that. I want him to get help and be happy alone for a while.

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Apparently I ruffled some feathers. I did say it’s unpopular opinion. But that being said it’s just that an opinion. I love Eddie Diaz but he is a flawed character. I do not think it was ok for him to sleep with Shannon when he was not ready to bring her back into their life! That’s messed up. Believe me I could write a whole synopsis on how I hate Shannon Diaz but Eddie should not of slept with her.

Also you can block me

[starlingbite]

Ooooh. 34. odd socks? For soft prompts :)

Being in hospital sucks, having to stay over the weekend is even worse. Buck tries not to pout too much about the deal, especially when there’s nothing anyone can do about his burst appendix. 

To make matters worse, the team are still on shift, Maddie is at the call centre for another few hours, the TV is on the fritz and he’s in a shared room with a guy who snores. He’s bored out of his mind and the painkillers aren’t strong enough to knock him out so his first night was spent listening to the buzzsaw five feet away. 

He wastes a few hours on his phone until it runs out of battery and then begs a nurse to bring him something to read. She returns a few minutes later with two editions of Cosmopolitan Magazine printed in 2020 and a well-read copy of Fifty Shades of Grey. He flicks through the book for a bit, quickly discovering some prude in the hospital has censored all the fun bits with a black marker and then moves on to the magazines. 

He’s halfway through a quiz to discover which character from Gilmore Girls he is when Eddie bursts into the room, a bag hooked on his forearm and a pile of books hugged to his chest. 

Buck perks up immediately at the sight of Eddie “Hey” He greets him, “Thank god you’re here, I think Cosmo thinks I’m a Logan when I’m obviously a Jess.”

Eddie blinks at him for a second, completely lost. 

Buck grins, “Nevermind, what you got?”

“Oh, well Maddie asked me to pick up some stuff for you, she’s hoping to visit later but Jee-Yun has a temperature so.”

Buck immediately forgets his own health concerns, “Oh no, is she okay?”

Eddie smiles back softly, “She’s a kid, they have a temperature like every other week, she’ll be fine.”

Buck relaxes back against the pillow. 

“Anyway, I knew you’d be bored in here so I brought you some books. Chris picked these ones out for you.” 

The pile of books is placed on the table by his bed and Buck tilts his head to one side to read the titles on the spines. There are a few history books, a thriller he’s halfway through and a book about wildfires that TK sent him for his birthday. 

“Nice.”

“I also picked up your charger,” Buck’s eyes widen at that and reaches out towards Eddie for the cable dangling from his hand. 

“Thank you, God.” 

“Or thank y’know, me,” Eddie replies with a teasing roll of his eyes. 

Buck gives him a sincere look, “Thank you, seriously,” he hugs the charger to his chest. 

Even with the medication he’s on making him a little loopy, he doesn’t miss the flush of red that fills Eddie’s cheeks or the way his lashes flutter as he looks away. It only makes Buck smile wider. 

“Anything else?”

Eddie clears his throat, “Oh yeah,” he drops the heavy-looking bag at the foot of the bed, barely missing Buck’s toes. Not that Buck would feel it anyway, his feet are freezing thanks to a lack of proper socks in the hospital. 

“So uh, there are some snacks, grapes, cereal bars in here, should be easy on your stomach right now,” he begins to dig items out of the bag as he talks and Buck just watches in fascination as more and more items are retrieved. “I also picked up some clean clothes for you for when they let you out of here, oh and I know your feet get cold and for some strange reason we’ll dissect at a later date you sleep in your socks so I picked some up for you and I know you have a favourite pair so I wanted to bring you those but then I couldn’t remember if it was the red fluffy pair or the white ones with the blue stripes so I uh...I brought you one of each, just to be sure.”

Slowly, Eddie lifts the two odd socks out of the bag and holds them up in the air. 

Something about the sight of the socks and the look in Eddie’s eyes like he’s ready for Buck to berate him for not knowing which pair of socks are his favourite leaves a matching tightness in his throat and in his chest. 

He loves this man. 

His heart somehow clenches and soars at the same time. He doesn’t dare glance over to see if his heart rate monitor is betraying him.  

“You got me my favourite socks?”

“I tried to at least,” Eddie huffs

“Eddie-”

“I should have just brought you both pairs,” Eddie realises in that moment, “I’m an idiot.”

“Eddie-”

“And a sweater, I should have picked up a sweater, that one with the thumb holes in the cuffs was sitting right there on your dining table and I was going to pick it up I swear but then I was restocking your fridge and then Christopher called and we got distracted picking out books for you and-

“Eddie!” Buck’s voice cuts through the babbling and even manages to wake up his roommate.

Eddie finally stops talking. 

“I love you.”

After thinking about it a thousand times over the last few years, Buck finally admits it out loud. 

A flurry of emotions passes across Eddie’s face and for a split second Buck regrets his admission but then Eddie’s lips curl up into a wide smile. 

“Yeah?” He asks, a little hopefully. Like he can’t quite believe when Buck just told him. 

So he says it again. 

“I love you…like a lot. For a million different reasons. But right now I love you for bringing me two odd socks.”

Eddie laughs. “Want me to help you put them on?

Buck nods, “Kiss me first.”

So Eddie does.

*****

Thanks for the prompt!

From the soft prompts list here

[doeeyeseddie]

Hey, if it prompts anything, how about no. 24. just really needed a hug sort of hug, for the soft prompts ask? No worries if not, and thank you either way.❤️

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Buck is on the firehouse couch when Eddie finds him, stretched out on it but not asleep. Eddie can tell from afar, sees that his body is rigid in a way it isn’t when he’s sleeping, even before Buck opens his eyes and squints at him.

“Hey,” he says quietly, and Eddie echoes the greeting in a low voice.

Buck sits up and makes room for Eddie on the couch, most of which he doesn’t need. He sits down so close to Buck their entire sides are pressed against each other, then turns a little so he can tuck his face into the spot between Buck’s shoulder and neck.

“You okay?” Buck asks, and his arms come up around Eddie, holding him tightly.

Eddie wraps his own arms around Buck’s middle, fisting the stretchy material of his uniform shirt. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Yeah, me either,” Buck murmurs. “That was a tough call.”

Eddie nods against his neck. It’s always tough when they get there in time and still can’t save someone, and tonight wasn’t an exception. It wasn’t anyone’s fault – just bad luck. But somehow, those can be the hardest to deal with. Someone’s life ended way too early tonight, and the only explanation is that they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. The unfairness of it all always makes Eddie think of Shannon.

And then Buck wasn’t in the bunk room with the rest of them. His steady breathing usually manages to lull Eddie to sleep, and the absence of it meant that Eddie was lying awake staring at the ceiling and thinking about his dead wife while aching to be by his very new, still secret boyfriend’s side. So he got up and went to look for him instead.

Buck strokes a gentle hand up Eddie’s back and presses a kiss to the side of his face, and Eddie wishes they were at home already, wishes he could just climb into bed with Buck, to hold and be held.

Eventually, Buck starts pulling away, but Eddie makes an unwilling sound and tightens his grip.

Buck laughs quietly and kisses his head again. “What if someone comes up? I thought we were keeping this quiet.”

“They’re all in the bunk room,” Eddie says, his lips brushing Buck’s neck. This close, he can see the goosebumps they leave behind, and it makes something in his stomach pull.

“So were you,” Buck insists, “until you decided to come up here.”

“To look for you,” Eddie says, and kisses his neck this time.

Buck hums, somehow sounding both pleased and concerned. “But you’re okay?”

“Yeah. Just really needed a hug.”

Buck squeezes him a little tighter. “I can do that.”

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah.” Buck squeezes again. “This is helping. It’s just— it sucks, right? Doing everything right and it still not being enough?”

“Yeah, it’s the worst feeling. I’ll never get used to it.”

“I know,” Buck agrees. “Me either.”

They both pull back slightly, just enough to look at each other. 

“Hey,” Buck says, his face earnest the way Eddie loves. “I love you, you know?”

“You may have mentioned it,” Eddie replies just to be a shit, and kisses Buck’s laugh right out of his mouth.

When they pull apart, Buck looks a little dazed, which Eddie can’t help but feel smug about. But he can’t stop staring at Buck’s mouth, red and kiss-bitten, so he probably shouldn’t tease.

Instead, he runs a gentle thumb over Buck’s lips, smiling when Buck brushes a kiss to it.

“I love you, too,” he says. Not because Buck really needs the confirmation, but because he wants to say it. He wants to say it all the time, wants to shout it from the rooftops like some fucking cliché. “Do you think we should start telling people about us soon?”

Buck leans in for one more kiss, quick and warm. “Y-Yeah. I really want that, actually. I want to hold your hand in front of our friends. And I know we’ll still have to reign it in at work, but right now, I just feel–”

He pauses, and Eddie nods. “Yeah, it was a little…hot, almost? In the beginning. The sneaking around. But I don’t love feeling like I constantly have to hold back, to pretend like I’m not head over heels in love with you. I’ve done that for way too long already.”

Buck smiles, and his hand sneaks under Eddie’s shirt at his back, warm and familiar.

“Exactly. I love you, and I want people to know it. Our family, especially.”

Eddie cups the back of his head and brushes their noses together. “So let’s tell them. We can do it during the next 48 off, if you want.”

“I’m ready,” Buck says, closing the small distance between them once again.

It’s only Buck yawning right into Eddie’s mouth that has them pulling apart, laughing. Eddie brushes his thumb over Buck’s birthmark and presses a kiss to his cheek.

“Wanna go back to the bunk room and hope the rest of the night is quiet so we can catch some sleep?”

Buck’s barely opened his mouth to agree before the alarm rings out, and he groans around a laugh.

“I can’t believe you still don’t believe in jinxes.”

“That’s because they’re not real,” Eddie says, pulling Buck up off the couch with him and then stepping close to press one more quick kiss to his mouth. “Maybe we’ll get to sleep after this one, then.”

He grins and turns around to hurry downstairs, laughing at Buck’s indignant voice when he calls, “Eddie! Stop jinxing us!”

But he’s laughing too, following Eddie down the stairs and into the firetruck. Everyone else is yawning and wiping sleep from their eyes, and no one looks twice at how close Buck and Eddie sit, ankles and knees and thighs and shoulders knocking, and Eddie knows that everything is gonna be okay.

Even if they don’t get to sleep at all for the rest of this shift – he’s got a comfortable bed waiting for him at home and a boyfriend to crawl between the sheets with. They’ll catch up on sleep later, close enough for Eddie to not only hear, but feel Buck’s breathing that’ll lull him to sleep. He can’t wait. 

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Tell Him That His Lonesome Nights Are Over

I've been cooking again today.

Ship: Bucktommy / Kinley Summary: Tommy has a nightmare. Buck wants to help.

Buck opens his eyes and finds himself surrounded by total darkness.

He blinks in confusion, floating in that surreal state between almost-sleep and awakeness. Before he can even wonder about what woke him up, a noise cuts through the silence and he freezes.

It’s a whimper, followed by a soft "no". Buck frowns, then remembers, abruptly gaining clarity. Oh. He’s not in his own bed. Yesterday, it got late and he had a drink too much. That’s why for the first time, he’s in bed with …

“Tommy?”

Slowly, his eyes get used to the dark and his surroundings start to morph into actual shapes. Tommy is a blanket-covered heap beside him, breathing way too heavily for a good night’s rest. And … he whimpers again, tossing his head from side to side, the lines in his face tense and his nose scrunched up.

Buck’s chest clenches in sympathetic pain. Tommy is having a nightmare. Buck swallows. He knows you aren’t supposed to wake people up from bad dreams, but … He really can’t deal with the way Tommy is whimpering and shaking. He reaches out and puts his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, just rubbing gentle circles there. “Tommy?” He whispers.

And Buck almost startles with how fast Tommy’s eyes snap open. How fast his boyfriend sits up and looks like he’s ready to get out of bed in a second, every muscle in his body tensed up in anticipation. But then, Buck thinks, it makes sense, since Tommy was in the military.

Tommy blinks and stares at him, his eyes slowly focusing. “Evan?” he whispers hoarsely.

Buck tries to smile. “Yeah, it’s just me. Hey. Uh, sorry I woke you up, but you had a nightmare.”

Tommy looks away, sighing. His shoulders slump and he runs a hand through his tousled curls. “Sorry.”

Buck blinks. “You … You don’t have to apologize for having a nightmare. It’s not like you wanted to have one.”

Tommy shakes his head. “Still. I woke you up. I should have warned you that this happens sometimes.” He sounds … angry and resigned. And he still won’t meet Buck’s eyes.

Ok. Now Buck is confused. And horrified. Nightmares happen to everyone. Why would Tommy act like Buck should be … what? Angry? Annoyed? Now that he thinks about it, Buck vaguely remembers, that Tommy was a little hesitant - or nervous? - about Buck sleeping in his bed, but Buck thought it was because their relationship is still quite new. This feels wrong and he has the urge to do something about it. He clears his throat. “You want a glass of water?”

That does get Tommy’s attention. He stares at Buck, his brows furrowing. “Water,” he echoes, surprised.

Buck smiles. “Yeah. I’m going to get you a glass of water.” He slips out of bed. Maybe his brief absence will give Tommy an opportunity to gather himself. And hopefully, they can talk about this some more, because Buck still can't believe Tommy would think Buck is annoyed about a nightmare. He stubs his big toe two times on his way to Tommy’s kitchen, but at least the short walk clears his sleep-addled thoughts. He quickly pours himself a glass and drains it, then fills one for Tommy, going back to the bedroom with it.

Tommy is still sitting and staring into the void with a way too serious expression on his face, but he does accept the glass from Buck with a murmured “Thank you” and gulps the water down in one go.

Buck gets back into the bed and under the blanket, leaning against the headboard.

There’s a moment of silence. Then, Tommy quietly says, “I don’t sleep well. Most nights, it’s either only a few hours with a lot of interruptions - or the nightmares.”

Buck hums. He is familiar with nightmares. They suck. Especially when they feel real. He reaches out, taking one of Tommy’s hands and intertwining their fingers. “What are you dreaming about?” He asks, then adds quickly, “I mean, you don’t have to … talk about it. Only if you’re comfortable with it.”

“I dream about death,” Tommy says bluntly. “About all the times, I almost died. Or about the people I witnessed dying. Back when I was in the army, one of my friends got shot through the back while we were sitting in the helicopter. He bled out before I could land somewhere safe. Begged me to tell his mother he loves her before he never said anything again.”

“Jesus,” Buck breathes. He squeezes Tommy’s hand. “I’m so sorry.”

Tommy nods, his gaze distanced and haunted. “Almost died like three or four times already. And when I close my eyes, my brain decides to dig out all the memories I tried to bury. I was hoping tonight they would leave me alone, but well. As you witnessed, sleeping with me can be difficult …”

“Tommy, it didn’t bother me. It’s a completely natural thing …”

“Tell that to the guy who said he isn’t comfortable staying with a grown man who whines and whimpers and sobs in his sleep,” Tommy says dryly and Buck flinches, instant rage making him scowl. “What an asshole. You’re better off without him!”

Tommy chuckles, his eyes flickering over Buck's scrunched-up face and softening. “Look at you. You’re cute.” Then, he yawns, glancing at the clock on the night table. “It’s almost morning. You should try to get some more sleep, Evan.”

“What about you?” Buck asks, concerned. “Can you fall back asleep?”

Tommy shrugs. “Maybe. Maybe not.” His voice indicates that he believes the latter.

“Would it help, if we cuddled?” Buck asks hopefully.

“You’d want that?” Tommy asks, raising a brow in surprise. “Can … you even sleep like that?”

“Sure. Turn around,” Buck suggests and grins. “I’ll be the big spoon.”

Tommy chuckles somewhat uncertainly. But he obeys and Buck wraps his arms around him, humming at the instant warmth that spreads through his body. Yes. That’s nice. Buck closes his eyes and breathes Tommy in. He definitely could get used to this.

“Ok?” He checks. “Yeah. More than ok,” Tommy breathes. He puts one of his hands over Buck’s. “Thanks, Evan.”

And Buck does notice that his boyfriend’s voice cracks a little. He takes Tommy’s hand, holding onto it. He really hopes Tommy can sleep. He hopes he can get all the good refreshing rest he deserves. Without interruptions. Without nightmares about blood, violence or being injured.

In the lingering silence of the night, they just breathe, snuggled together. And eventually, Buck feels Tommy’s body relaxing. Can hear his breaths evening out. And to the rhythm of Tommy’s heartbeat, which he can feel underneath their intertwined hands, Buck falls asleep too.

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Motel Sex (Gerard Way x Male reader SMUT)

Was supposed 2 post this erleir forgor about the passage of time please forgive me will work on requests tomorrow I haven't slept in 3 days

WARNINGS: nothing much really? Mild hair pulling?

AN: This has been sitting in my docs for a WHILE so I thought I'd finish it up and throw it here so there's atleast something while I work on the other requests

Gerard sighs at himself and looks around the empty motel room. The guys have left him the space to "Have some alone time with your ‘friend’. wink wink,” Frank said, emphasizing the wink out loud before leaving. Gerard glances at the time on the half-broken electric clock on the nightstand—only fifteen minutes until you planned to arrive. No big deal, right? He can wait.

Enough time has passed, and Gerard is watching one of the limited channels on the TV before he hears you knock on the door. Excited, he jumps up to answer.

“Hey, Gee!” you say as the door opens, revealing your boyfriend, a look of relief on his face as if he had been half expecting you to not show up. He greets you happily and hugs you tight before welcoming you in. “Where are the guys?” you ask, sitting down on one of the two queen-sized beds in the motel room.

“They went out for a while, givin’ us alone time. Should be leftovers, though,” he says, leaning in to kiss you as he finishes his sentence. “But I think I’ll be pretty full by the time I’m done with you.” Gerard leans further into you, pushing you fully onto the mattress. It’s very clear how amused by his own joke he is.

“What are you implying there, Mr. Way?” you say before giggling back into the next kiss.

“Oh, you know,” Gerard says, mischievously smiling before grabbing you around the waist and getting on top of you. He’s straddling your legs, keeping you in place against the bed. Gerard grins wide, kissing all over your face. He’s utterly thrilled to be with you, to have you in his arms, even if it’s in a dingy motel.

Gerard can’t keep himself contained, giggling like a madman as he moves down to gently kiss your neck. He’s so caring with his touch, or at least tries to be. He keeps his hands in yours for the most part, squeezing them lovingly. Eventually, though, his hands travel up to your neck, long fingers resting on your pulse as he gently nips at the base of your jaw.

As the moments pass, Gerard’s kisses get progressively more intimate and prolonged, and eventually, his fingers start to dig into the soft flesh of your neck. You can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he’s just that into it. Either way, you don’t mind, and that’s evident by the soft whines each one of his kisses pull from your throat. Something about those sounds make Gerard snap, grinding his hips against yours as he lets out a long drawn-out whine of his one. He licks a long line from the base of your neck up to your mouth, turning it into a rough, sloppy kiss.

Gerard trails his hand down your torso, hooking his fingers in the waistband of both your pants and underwear, pulling them down just enough to reveal your half-erect cock. He wraps his hand around your cock gingerly, and, ignoring the action, just the way he handled it was gay. 

Your muscles tense as Gerard keeps his movements steady, slow high-pitched whimpers filling the motel as he slowly moves himself down, putting his face at crotch level. He rests his head on your upper thigh. He looks up at you, face just inches away from your cock as he smiles oh so sweetly. You look down at him, voice trembling; “Please.” Gerard needs no other encouragement. He runs his tongue up the length of your dick slowly before shoving as much of you in his mouth as he can, which is, admittedly, a lot.

He sucks you off so perfectly, you can’t fathom how one man could make you feel this good. He has you grabbing handfuls of the sheets, bucking your hips and in turn making the back of your cock hit his throat. You arch your back and grab a handful of Gerard's hair, the other hand hitting the mattress. You’re practically screaming—you wouldn’t be surprised if the guys got a noise complaint because of you.

You only last a few more minutes before your moans begin to catch in your throat, and Gerard notices. He digs his nails into your thighs as he takes your whole length in his mouth, throat contracting around your cock as he does so, ripping a loud, broken scream from your throat. You use the handful of his hair you have as leverage, shoving him all the way down as your dick twitches—one final warning before you cum down his throat. 

Gerard stays in place until you’re done, swallowing around your cock before bringing himself up. He has drool and cum dripping down his chin, and his hair is a mess, and he’s smiling so wide you’d think he just got a million-dollar check and a puppy. He crawls back up to kiss you gently before laying his head on your chest and sighing. He stays silent for a moment, before clearing his throat and whispering. 

“I love you.” You can feel him smiling against you still.

“I love you too,” you say, sighing and closing your eyes.

“Y’know, we should probably get your pants on before the guys get back.”