#that buck would pull that shit with eddie

[alchemistc]

You never let me in, Buck sends, two of three sheets fully winded, and when he kicks his leg over the coffee table he nearly knocks over three empties.

They do this thing, right? Buck gets upset and before the tears can fall, because he's cried too many fucking times already, he makes himself angry. Picks at something that has come up every time he's done a post-mortem on the last six months.

And then he sends that shit to Tommy. Because - because who the fuck else is he supposed to talk to about it? The guy who'd sucked him off in the hallway of a nightclub two weeks ago? The woman who'd spent an hour quietly helping Buck understand that yeah, he was very much bi, and yeah, some people did not like that shit? Maddie, or Chim, or Hen or Eddie, who still might interact with him on the job? Bobby? Fuck, not Bobby.

Bobby who'd blinked at Buck and offered platitudes and apologized to Buck like it was somehow his fault Tommy was good people but he was the kind of good people who just walked out on something that could have been something.

I should have pushed more. I know I should have. I just thought since I was trying to share everything, you were too.

My mistake.

Three months and Buck isn't over it. He's far enough into the mourning process that he thinks this one is always gonna sting, and not for the reasons Tommy thinks.

That's not fair. I'm sorry.

The texts get delivered. Tommy reads them. Buck's had read receipts on since the first time Tommy went quiet on a call and Buck freaked out a little - but back then they were still working towards something. Back then, sometimes Tommy would pull out his phone and open the thread just to give Buck sign of life.

He was always doing that. Heading shit off at the pass.

Buck had just never realized he'd be able to do it to hurt him, just as well as take care of him.

Every four weeks like clockwork Buck gets a response. He has no fucking idea why it's four weeks, what the third Thursday of the month has to do with Tommy feeling gracious enough to give Buck some clarity. He'd never known enough about Tommy, is the thing he's coming around to. He'd done everything he could to bring Tommy in, make him a part, and Tommy had let him. Tommy had distracted him with quippy words and a clever tongue and with being so fucking willing to be integrated into Buck's life that Buck just - hadn't noticed.

No one will say it, but he Bucked It Up in the worst kind of way.

He's waited until Third Thursday to send these texts. He actually hasn't sent anything at all, until this moment, and he wonders if Tommy noticed. If he cared. Tommy picks and chooses from Buck's random thoughts, parses out details like he's reading from a manual and Buck is off topic two thirds of the time. Buck doesn't actually know why he's been answering, all this time. He wonders if, in the last four weeks of silence, he thought he was finally done with Buck.

He wonders if it had hurt.

Buck sets his phone down to stand, skating across to the kitchen in his socks for the pizza rolls in the oven.

His diet is shit. His body feels like crap. He's one more drunken nights sleep on the couch away from emptying the rack in his fridge down the drain and giving sobriety a try. The last person he'd slept with had hinted that they'd prefer not to use condoms and Buck had almost let them.

Buck has worth. He knows he does. It's just sometimes when he remembers that every person he's ever loved has either walked out on him or let him walk away when he needed them, he struggles to find that worth.

His life has meaning, and all that jazz.

Buck sort of wonders if Tommy hasn't finally blocked his number, as he tosses a too-hot pizza roll in his mouth and huffs on the lava cheese burning his tongue. After the last message Buck had sent, three weeks ago, he wouldn't exactly be surprised.

(This is basically just an unhinged grief journal with an unreliable second narrator. Do you know what it's like to realize you're still in love with someone who never let you know them?)

There's been no response to that. Fair. Buck hadn't even actually said the words. No, he'd jumped right into the sharing a life part, cart before the horse as always when emotions were high.

The pizza rolls get tipped onto a plate and are immediately swimming in the heavy pour of ranch he'd prepared after he set the oven to preheat.

It cools them off a lot quicker than popping a hole in each seam and waiting.

It's been eight years since Buck has really even thought about that little trick.

When he opens his phone there's no response. No receipt. Just stark words waiting to be acknowledged.

I gave you my family, Tommy. You didn't even introduce me to your team at Harbor.

It's startling to realize after the fact. He doubts Tommy had meant it that way, but he'd basically spent six months being love bombed only to have the rug ripped right out from under his feet.

And yet. Months later and he still wants to know. Know why. Know how he could have done it, with tears in his eyes, with full awareness that it was already gonna hurt. Know Tommy - anything he'd part with, really, that wasn't something every random acquaintance also knew.

Cool, he'd been jealous of what Buck and the 118 had. (Buck had tried to give him that. Or at least he thought he had.)

Great, he didn't talk to his dad and Gerrard was a shitty captain. (Buck had spent an hour once explaining the first time he and his dad had spoken about Daniel without screaming at each other. Tommy had listened to the rants about Gerrard and offered physical comfort and a 'sounds like him' and Buck had just been so relieved to have an ally amongst the 'life is just like this sometimes' crowd that he'd never examined that.)

He was a Kinsey six who'd been engaged to the first woman Buck had ever really loved and they'd never dug deeper than that.

And Buck had apparently interpreted some of the shit he'd said that night wrong, but he still doesn't think it's fucking fair that Tommy can't trust him to know his own fucking mind well enough to know he hates sleeping around and he'd found the sort of connection he was looking for. He'd found it. Even with the lack of reciprocation. Even with the quiet behind Tommy's eyes that he'd never let Buck in on. Even with the -

His phone buzzes on the coffee table.

Can we talk?

Buck kinda hates those words in that order now. They'd been the start of something twice, but they'd always been leading to an end, if Tommy had his way.

Once every four weeks, apparently, Buck sends back and takes a vicious bite.

His phone chimes with an incoming call.

Buck stares at the name he hasn't had the stomach to remove the little heart from. Lets it ring through to voicemail and then shoves three more pizza rolls into his mouth and doesn't care if they burn off his taste buds.

His phone rings again.

"What?"

"I'm outside your building. Didn't want to make any assumptions that I'd be welcome without asking first."

Buck can feel his ribs cracking under the lurch of angry laughter. "What the hell?"

"Well the parking around here is miserable again, so I figure that's a sign."

"Are you driving right now?"

"Hands off. I'm on Bluetooth. So. Should I circle the building a fifth time or call it now and go home?"

Buck gets stuck on fifth time.

There's no way he hadn't been driving since at least before Buck sent that first text.

Buck sighs. There's absolutely no reason to be hopeful about that. For all he knows, Tommy has just decided dousing any residual flames is just another thing he has to do in person.

"My Jeep's in the shop. I'll buzz you into the garage."

Tommy's silent for a long, long moment. The quip comes anyway. "I keep telling you that thing is a money pit."

"I'm not really feeling the flirty banter, right now, Tommy, so maybe just let me know when you're at the gate."

He does. He hangs up the phone twenty seconds later with a plain "See you soon."

Buck doesn't have time to change. Fix his hair. Hide the sheet pan with half a dozen pizza rolls still laying on it, because he'd cooked way too many again.

(He could absolutely do one of these things but if Tommy's gonna throw this at him, he's getting every little slovenly habit Bucks's picked up since he walked out that door.)

The knock comes while Buck's shoving the last two rolls on his plate into his mouth.

He's still chewing with his mouth open to blow out the steam when he swings the door open, and Buck feels the first inklings of pleasure ripple through him at the sight of Tommy.

He looks like shit.

"You look like shit."

Tommy's brow ticks up. He stares pointedly at the glob of not-cheese that's going to absolutely ruin this sweatshirt.

"That tends to happen when you spend an hour in an armchair two sizes too small picking at trauma you've been hiding from your therapist for six years."

Buck opens the door wider. Holy crap. Tommy might legitimately be more fucked up than Buck.

Tommy's smile is strained. "Can I come in?"

Buck holds his gaze. His eyes are a little red. He's got a red spot along the side of his neck, like he's been rubbing at it. Buck only recognizes it as a comforting motion because he's replayed him doing it half a million times right before he ended things.

"Depends. Is this the last time you respond to my mean, rude, asshole texts for an hour after therapy rubs you raw?" Third Thursday Therapy, is apparently what does it. Buck is - god. He just wants -

"God, I hope not," Tommy says, and Buck takes a step to the side to let Tommy in.

[lover-of-mine]

what are your thoughts on nde for either eddie or buck in 8x08? me personally, im thinking buck is gonna get the nde, and i think he’s gonna be shot. tim recreating s4/5 when he originally wanted to do buddie, but what im thinking, is buck realizes his feelings for eddie but doesn’t want to/doesn’t know if he should tell him, then he gets shot and it’s all dramatic and eddie is there and freaking out, trying to save him and keep him alive (aka why they’re pushing medic eddie so much this season) and buck realizes this might be his last chance so he just goes for it anyway and while he’s bleeding out he tells eddie he loves him😭 i know this is probably not what’s gonna happen but lol i just enjoy theories and i always love to hear what you think!

adding onto this, i ALSO saw around twitter the theory that buck would get a nde, but he gets hit by a car or just in a car accident in general, and eddie is there and it parallels shannon’s death (obviously buck doesn’t die but you get the memo😆)

Hi, darling! Okay, I don't mean to shit on anyone's specs, but I think either of them getting shot again would be so uninspired. The show is slowly reintroducing new ways to pull the triggers they put down for buddie because they need to address the stuff that happened to them somehow, but a direct mirrored parallel to the shooting wouldn't work as well as everyone seems to think it would. Partially because I think that forcing Buck to confess because he (or Eddie) is dying is yet another way to take away Buck's agency and further attach Buck to the idea he's only worthy of love when someone bleeds. But also because putting one of them in the position to be doing the saving again won't really further their storyline. Eddie watched Buck in a nde twice, the bombing and the lightning, and Buck watched Eddie in a nde twice, the well and the shooting, and I think they need a combined trigger, aka a combined nde.

I am attached to my drown Buck theory, have them off duty, crash the car, end up trapped and the car filling with water, but I also think that the trapped dads theory also works a lot here, especially if you put them both in the situation while off duty, aka without gear or backup, and you can play with a lot of elements of every nde before that and create a catalyst for them to talk and figure themselves out. I also think everyone is getting ahead of themselves, I don't think they are in the place to get that catalyst yet, and 2 episodes are not enough to get them there when we are talking about an ensemble show. I feel like people are expecting a direct callback because we got a well callback and are getting a lightning callback, but while buddie was front and center during the well callback, they actually used it to further Chim at first. It works to get the audience thinking about different aspects of their past, which in turn makes it so that when they talk about it, it will be in our minds, but it doesn't explicitly address the implications with buddie. I think the lightning callback will be a lot about reminding Buck of whatever it was that he was supposed to learn with it the first time around that they never truly explored due to the network switch and Natalia not coming back. I also think that confronting the situation where Buck almost died and possibly watching a freshly heartbroken Buck be impulsive can push Eddie to look at some stuff that would push him into action to figure himself out.

Especially if @stagefoureddiediaz ends up right and the lightning callback ends up being a truck bombing callback too since the well callback is also a subtle callback to the kids on the cliff call in 304 and could be played into different directions when it comes to what comes out from it moving forward. Buddie has a lot to talk about, but they need a reason to think about the stuff they need to talk about on their own before getting to a point where they can actually have those conversations. I think they rely too much on how well they understand each other that they fail to consider the way they can't actually read each other's minds, and figuring that part out is important before pushing them to the catalyst. And please don't get me wrong, I'm like, 90% sure that the catalyst will be another nde, I just don't think it's gonna happen until 8b.

[makorragal-312]

Why the BuckTommy break-up fell flat narratively...

Disclaimer: I am not defending this ship. I hate it and I'm glad it's dead.

1. Prior to the break-up, he made a jab at Abby for dating a guy half her age and riding Buck off as "a himbo." Even though he's literally doing the same exact thing.

That, kids, is what we call "hypocrisy."

2. Tommy said that he "knows how the relationship ends."

Sir, if you know how it ends, why did you go for it in the first place? This just gives off that he was only dating Buck either for a good time or because Eddie wasn't showing any signs of interest, so he just settled for his bestie.

3. Tommy tries to pawn off the catalyst of the relationship ending on Buck, saying that he would "break his heart."

Even though HE was the one doing all the heart-breaking shit to BUCK throughout the entire goddamn relationship.

4. Josh's dumbass advice.

Okay, that's not fair. Josh's advice wasn't dumb per-say, but it was completely irrelevant to Buck's issue. I know that he probably doesn't really know who Tommy is, but making him sound like he was this gay pioneer who led the charge at Stonewall and that his scars should be respected?

Absolute nope.

It ended up making Buck's move-in proposal feel like he was doing it out of obligation because Tommy's been out longer than he has, so why shouldn't he ask him to move in with him?

And on that topic...

5. The return of the hamster wheel

You would think that after dumping Taylor the way he did, Buck would remember that he doesn't necessarily have to hold on to relationships that aren't working and he can just cut it loose, right?

Wrong.

Instead, they have Buck actually take Josh's advice and pull a Taylor 2.0 by asking Tommy to move in with him. This show continues to leave Buck on that fucking hamster wheel instead of letting him get off and it's working my nerve. Even if this was just the show's way of showing that Buck's toxic relationship tendencies don't change because he's with someone of the same sex, it's still redundant and annoying.

6. Buck.

The first and only time Tommy chooses to refer to Buck by his preferred name is when he's dropping him like a baked potato.

And the show never even gave Buck the chance to tell him off about it.

The fucking audacity.

And finally,

7. TOMMY KINARD HIMSELF

This whole scene, the narrative tries to paint Tommy out to be this sympathetic character all throughout, making him look all sad and talking about how "he knew the parking spot was too good to be true" and citing Buck to be the one who would break his heart.

Despite the fact that he literally broke Buck's again just seconds ago.

I'll never understand why the show decided to take this route with Tommy's character for the episode even though in past episodes, he's been canonically depicted to be insensitive at best and flat out bigoted at worse. And throughout the entirety of his and Buck's relationship, he has said and done things that have hurt Buck and he never even apologized for it. And if he did apologize, he gave a lame apology as to why he did do.

*cough* first date *cough cough*

And it definitely doesn't help matters that the show made the active choice not to bring up his past actions within the relationship or for Buck to even know about it. Instead, they made Abby the catalyst for the break up when it could've been Tommy himself being the catalyst.

Obviously, there were a million ways the show could've given the BuckTommy break-up a major impact and there were definitely ways they could've made the break-up solid with the Abby revelation.

All in all, the break-up could've been executed better, but at least the ship is dead.

[eddiegettingshot]

with a show that goes out of its way to emphasize having a partner to sit with you in your mess and be there for you no matter what you’re struggling with it BOGGLES my mind that people think eddie has to be Cured tm to be deserving of a happy relationship let alone one with buck. thats so fucking weird

it kills me because THIS IS LITERALLY THE THESIS OF ROMANCE ON THIS SHOW!!! this is WHY all the beloved couples have made it together!!! what the fuck does anyone think is happening with bathena right now? she's in his mess with him! what the fuck is anyone talking about at this point, genuinely!! and what makes it even more ridiculous is that BUCK AND EDDIE LITERALLY ALREADY DO THIS FOR EACH OTHER, the way EVERY OTHER COUPLE DOES. it is actually a significant part of what establishes their partnership as being on the same level as bathena / henren / madney!! buck wouldn't think that eddie needs to go and Fix Himself or Heal because HE ALREADY UNDERSTANDS why eddie does what he does, he UNDERSTANDS why eddie hurt ana and why eddie hurt marisol and why eddie cheated and he UNDERSTANDS eddie's pain and trauma because he's been there! this whole time! this "eddie has stuff to figure out" idea is just some shit people made up because they cannot stand the idea that buck and eddie are willing to do the work together and they also can't stand the idea that they might hurt each other - specifically, that eddie might hurt buck, even though we ALSO just saw how buck ACTUALLY hurt eddie in 7x04! that doesn't matter though! maybe the ONLY thing that eddie actually needs to "figure out" for buck is not being straight. beyond that? they have it guys! they'll make it through!

[lovecolibri]

The last four episodes of the season is going to be ROUGH.

Guuuuuuurl (gn) it's going to be a fucking STRUGGLE! I'm holding out hope for Madney but right now I'm firmly on the side of "their carefully crafted love story deserves so much fucking better than a marriage of "convenience" for tax reasons". Like, Chim proposed once out of fear already do we need to regress to that again? Maddie was already trapped in one marriage does she need to force herself into another one before she's ready? I would LOVE to be proven wrong and the story go differently than it looks like it's going to, but until then, I reserve the right to side eye TF out of it.

As for the Eddie and Buck dating storylines, AND the sperm donor mess, AND fucking L disgracing my screen AND a possible Tay Kay return, I honestly cannot think about any of that too hard or it makes me ill. (Love being a "carries stress/anxiety/annoyance in my tummy" girlie 🙄) I'm just binge reading Buddie fics right now while trying to figure out how shows continually get blessed with amazing cast chemistry and even write themselves the perfect set up for a romance for the ages and just squander TF out of the potential for no reason. I hate this. I hate all of it. And I wish everyone who signed off on any of these ridiculous nightmare decisions a very "backlash from every corner of the viewing audience until you are filled with shame for your poor choices".

ANYWAY, can 911 get a new showrunner now?

[heart4buddie]

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[housewifebuck]

Do you think they showed taylor on tv just to test natalia or are we getting some *drama* from her book in s7?

If they try to wring more drama out of Taylor’s character in s7 I will blow my brains out

[chelseeebe]

just a taste

18+. mdni. smut. kinda perv!eddie x fem!reader. he is a lil freaky in this i'll admit.

a/n: i just love the idea of the citrus six all living together lol idk i think it’s so nice also i have never watched cheers i just googled 1991 american tv shows and picked one at random LMAO ++ for the movie, i thought it’d be a nice lil easter egg for them to watch something with winona in:,)

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

eddie doesn’t know who you are or why you’re coming to visit or why exactly it was him that was being made to vacate his room for the two weeks that you were here. 

“c’mon eddie,” robin pleads, nay, demands, “you sleep on the couch most nights anyway, what’s the difference?” 

“uh, maybe because it’s my room? i don’t want some random girl in there touching my stuff,” almost flabbergasted that she’s even asking. 

“she’s not a random girl,” robin frowns, “she’s my friend and she needs somewhere to stay.” 

“tell her there’s a great hotel in town,” rolling his eyes, trying to leave the conversation before she breaks out the puppy dog eyes. "i'll even give her a ride if you ask nicely," no longer interested in entertaining this conversation.

“i’ll give you fifty bucks,” robin deadpans, using her last resort.

this was bribery of the highest order but eddie's not stupid. fifty bucks is fifty bucks.

“now?” 

she sighs, sliding her wallet from her pocket to reluctantly hand over the bill. she stops just before it touches his palm, “promise you’ll clean your room.” 

eddie goes to grab the paper but robin’s faster, jolting her hand into the air, “and change your sheets.” 

“okay,” he huffs, holding his palm outstretched. 

she graciously places the note down, smiling wickedly as she does so before skipping off back to her own room. 

he can only roll his eyes, turning around to the shit hole that was his room, wondering if fifty dollars was worth having to tackle it. 

-

eddie’s sat on the couch when you arrive, barely looking back as robin begins to fuss, talking loudly about your journey. he doesn’t really care enough to involve himself, besides, elvis presley had just given sam a very important message. 

“eddie,” robin hisses, standing in front of the screen, “don’t be rude, say hello,” her hands firmly on her hips like she was his mother or something. 

he looks up at the looming figure by the couch, hoping his eyes hadn’t given his immediate shock away too much. 

you flash him a sheepish smile back, waggling your fingers in a short wave. 

two weeks on the couch didn’t seem so bad now. 

not if you were sleeping in his bed. 

it’s just a shame that he wouldn’t be in there sharing it. 

“hey,” he stands, hoping to indiscreetly catch his breath, “i’m- uh, i’m eddie,” offering his hand out, though he regrets it as soon as it’s done. 

who shakes hands now? christ. he needed to get a grip, and badly. 

“hey,” you reply, your name dripping from your tongue. though you do shake his hand, not bothering to hide your confusion in the process. 

“eddie very kindly said you could have his room,” a bright, big sarcastic smile on her lips. 

“yeah.. no biggie..” christ, he’s almost panting. “do whatever you want in there.. or you know, just- just make yourself at home.” 

his desperate pleas for the earth to split open and swallow him whole go unanswered. instead, robin shoots him a concerned glare before ushering you away from his weird, longing gaze. 

'pull it together loser' she mouths before disappearing, leaving him to reflect upon how utterly hard he had just fumbled that entire situation. 

-

when everyone’s home from work and you’ve exchanged niceties and greetings with the rest of the house, robin brightly suggests a movie. 

eddie usually hated movie nights in the house. 

jonathan would want to watch some indie cult classic that no one else had ever heard of, steve wanted to watch some dumb comedy that only he’d find funny and then nancy and robin typically opted for the romance genre. 

leaving eddie and argyle with absolutely no choice but to sit in silence as they bickered. 

tonight it’s different, you get to pick. 

and now he’s not saying that whatever you choose will forever change the way he views you but.. well, that’s actually exactly it. 

you land on edward scissorhands. 

not the worst choice you could’ve made, and hey, his mom used to call him edward when he was in real bad trouble. 

in the end, it doesn’t really matter what you had picked because eddie can’t muster up enough energy to actually care about the film. not while your thighs are peeking out from underneath your oversized shirt. he can’t help but wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around his ears. what previous sounds would fall out of your mouth in response.

at some point during the movie, you stand up and walk out of the room to the kitchen but that doesn’t stop him. staring through the open door, marvelling at the way the hem of your shirt lifts, exposing the tiny shorts you had on underneath. 

he’s practically hanging over the back of the couch to get a look, craning his neck at a ninety degree angle just to get a glimpse of your soft, pillowy skin. pinching himself as he tries to resist the urge to just sink his teeth into your inner thigh.

robin jabs her elbow into his ribcage, drawing his eyes back to the room with a grunt and a harsh glare thrown her way. 

“you’ve been staring at her all night,” she whispers angrily into his ear, “stop it, or next time it’s your balls,” a harsh warning he didn’t find entirely necessary. 

you sidle back into the room, drink in hand and eddie can’t help but let his eyes wander over again, short glances that robin hopefully wouldn’t pick up on. 

he can’t help it, some magnetic force swaying his gaze in your direction. he wishes so badly that he could just crawl out of his head and tell you how much he wanted you. 

unfortunately for eddie, he’d instead spend the night dreaming of your ass and all the ways he could have you if he’d only grow a backbone. 

-

living alongside you is an entirely new feat eddie’s not sure he’ll survive. 

it’s torturous. 

testing the limits of how ridiculously horny one man can get without self-imploding. 

so close and yet so far. each night you’d tuck yourself into his bed, doing god knows what in between his sheets all without eddie getting a look in.

of course he’d made up a hundred different scenarios to fall asleep to each night. 

his favourite being the one where he walks into his bedroom to find you mouth open, legs apart, too encapsulated in your pleasure to notice him. only until you do, inviting him closer, between those supple thighs of yours, a forbidden nirvana he’ll never get to know. 

though more often than not he’s cruelly forced back into reality by robin ripping the curtains open at the ass crack of dawn, blaring sunlight on his face as you slip away from the grapples of his dream land. 

now is his opportunity, the house quiet, bar the muffled giggles of you and robin upstairs. he’s safe for now, he thinks, rather foolishly. it’s late, the rest of them asleep or too busy in their own rooms to catch him in the act. 

eddie’s never done anything like this before. it’s disgusting, perverted to the core. 

good grief, this is prosecutable behaviour. 

tiptoeing down the hall to his room, the door open just a crack, enticing him in further. he can still hear you on the floor above, giving him enough confidence to push it open a little more, edging inside with a quick glance back down the hall, just in case. 

gratefully it seemed that you were just as messy as he was, your clothes strewn across the floor. his eyes immediately turning to the peeking of lace from under the pile. glancing one last time at the cracked door, ensuring that absolutely nobody would see him. 

reaching down to gather the fabric in one quick swoop, bunching them in his palm as he lets out a quick sigh of relief. 

oh fuck. they were so soft, fingers spreading to really get a feel. he wasn't even going to take them, he'd just wanted a little look, something to help his overactive imagination get all the important details right.

“what are you doing?” startling him in this precarious position, the lace of your underwear entangled around his fingertips. 

eddie freezes, he can feel the heat rising through his chest, all the way up to the tips of his ears. scarlet red. 

“uh.. i..i-i don’t know..” he hasn’t done anything like this before, he swears. 

your mouth is open in a sort of half-smirk, half-perplexed gawp, closing the door before he could bolt. 

you move around the mess, creeping closer until he can feel you brushing against his side, peering over into his hand. 

“oh wow..” you remark, breath hot and sweet against his cheek, “what were you gonna do with those?” 

eddie feels sick, trying not to projectile vomit across his room. there’s no way you wouldn’t tell robin. fuck. he could hear you now, voice full of disgust, robin laughing at how pathetic he was. 

“n-nothing i swear..” stumbling through his sentence, “i was just..” excuses fail to come to mind, “i was uhm.. looking for something,” the absolute best his flustered mind to muster up. 

“oh really?” reaching around to untangle them from his hand, “you sure about that?” 

there’s no anger to your voice, but he doesn’t dare turn around to look at your face. afraid of what he’ll find. your eyes pitying, sad that he has to root around your dirty laundry to get off. 

“i’m- i’m sure,” though the crack in his voice gives him away. 

you hum, coming around to stand in front of his gormless face, “so you don’t wanna keep these?” holding the evidence up to his face, the hem just barely grazing his cheek. 

eddie’s knees almost buckle, his breath shuddering as any semblance of composure he had left, floats right out the window. 

“here,” reaching forward to tuck the baby blue fabric into the waistband of his sweatpants, your eyes never once leaving his as you do so. “you keep those.. but next time just ask, okay?” 

he nods like an obedient dog, lapping up the scraps you were throwing him. he could stand here all night long, keeping up the weird little power game you’d started. 

“goodnight eddie,” you smile, giving him a gentle nudge, a sign for him to get the fuck out. 

you were the master, he was just the lap dog, eager to please. 

-

at breakfast the next morning, he struggles to even keep his eyes open. having spent an embarrassingly long amount of time on the couch last night shamelessly sniffing the lace you’d gifted him. 

you don’t even acknowledge it, or him for that matter. happily chatting along with nancy about some news article. 

“oh and eddie,” robin begins, flashing him a stern look, “i don’t appreciate finding your fucking panties in between the couch cushions,” 

he chokes on his mouthful, his knife clattering against the table in shock. a multitude of eyes turn to stare at the spectacle he was making. 

“they’re- they’re not mine,” clearing his throat as he clears his name, though he doesn’t dare look in your direction, terrified that he’d absolutely lose his mind if he did. 

“well whoever’s they are, i don’t care, stop leaving them on the couch.. i’m sure our guest doesn’t want to sit amongst dirty underwear,” she bites, calming down now she had gotten her point across. 

if only she knew. 

eddie must’ve fallen asleep with them still attached to his hand, thanking his lucky stars that no one had walked in on him with them pressed to his nose.  

he keeps his head low, focusing on the plate in front of him. nothing had ever been as mortifying as this. not even the time he had slipped off the dinner table in the middle of the cafeteria. 

cutlery scrapes and clinks against the china, uncomfortable silence until argyle clears his throat, “gnarly meal robin, thanks dude,” seemingly settling the tense atmosphere, for now. 

everybody hums in agreement, getting back to their food without another word. but your eyes peek up, meeting his with an indescribable glint. and really, the worst part is that eddie would sit through this horrific situation a hundred more times, just for one more measly sniff at your panties. 

-

eddie can’t take it anymore. 

he’s never been so pent up in his entire life. and he’s tried to hold on until he could move back into his room but he couldn’t last any longer. 

but he’s careful, waiting for everyone to trundle on off to bed, listening carefully for the muted click of the light switch and even then, waiting another hour to be sure. 

the clock glares an alarming 1:04 by the time his belt clinks and his jeans come down, the first of them would be awake in just a few hours, ready to take you on to the airport. 

he wishes it would’ve played out differently, that he wouldn’t be sat here on the last night of your stay alone. but alas, eddie’s never been particularly brave and especially not in regards to hot women. 

your panties wrapped around his right hand as he spits on his left, wrapping around his stiff cock while his fingertips play with the lace in his other hand. 

“ohh fuck,” he hisses, wanting nothing more than to start hollering the house down. 

robin wouldn’t be too pleased if she ever found out what he’d done. and he can’t really afford to get the entire couch dry-cleaned so he really must be careful. 

thinking quick, he shoves his t-shirt into his mouth, muffling the chorus of grunts and groans threatening to spill over into the dark room. the muted light from the tv illuminates his face, breathing loudly through his nose 

he hadn’t heard the door open or the soft sound of your feet padding down the hall, only made aware of your presence when he reopens his eyes, near enough jumping out of his bones. 

how long had you been there watching him shudder and whine?

“fuck,” he exclaims, fist still wrapped tight around his throbbing cock, too aroused to care about it too much. 

“you want some help with that?” 

eddie looks at his dick, then back at you, mouth hung open in a mixture of awe and confusion. 

it’s not very clear but you move closer anyway, sinking to your knees and nestling in between his spread legs. 

“okay?” maintaining eye contact despite how difficult it was, eyes bright and eager. 

he nods, unable to comprehend what was happening. knowing he’d wake up from this twisted dream to some soggy boxers and a whole lotta shame. 

your palm wraps around the base of his cock, shooing his hands away to make room, smiling as your lips wrap around the already leaking tip. were you a psychopath? were you placed on this earth to goad and tease him?

this isn’t real. this isn’t real. the voice repeats around his head though it’s quickly silenced by your tongue swirling circles around the tip of his cock, readjusting his t-shirt to bite down harshly on the fabric. 

eddie’s hands lay useless on his thighs, twitching to intertwine with your hair, still doubting the reality of the situation. this could all be a dream and the second he touches your hair, you’d disappear from in front of his eyes.

the t-shirt falls from his lips, “fuuck,” grunting into the tense air, gritting his teeth so as to not expose your precarious position to the rest of the house. 

the wet sounds of your lips wrapped tight around his cock make his toes curl, his hands find your hair, not without prompting from you. tugging gently at the tendrils as his head starts to spin. 

when your eyes look up to meet his, eddie thinks he might just cum right down your throat then and there. he can see that troublesome glint in your eye, a roaring fire that he so desperately wants to keep stoking. 

your fingers slide up his thigh, finding his neglected balls and with a slight smirk, you grab ahold, gently fondling them as his brain melts out of his ears. 

no one had ever, ever made him feel so good. collectively losing brain cells when you hum on his cock, getting just as much out of this as he was. 

“oh yeah, fuck- shit fuck, i’mcummingi’mcummingi’mcumming,” eddie’s mouth rushes, louder than he ever should’ve been. bright flashes of light fill his peripheral, using your scalp as leverage to keep himself on the couch. 

his hips stutter, thrusting into your mouth with his fingers tight in your hair, yanking harshly in an effort to get your lips off of him before he came everywhere. 

you don’t budge, nails digging into his thigh as his release seeps down your throat, his eyes squeezing shut as his fist instinctively comes up to muffle his mouth, moaning into his clammy palm instead of alerting the entire house. 

eddie’s other hand lets go of his strong hold on your hair, allowing you to get off of his dick, panting happily as you sit up between his knees and with lips glistening with his release, you kiss him. all soft and gentle while his brain fails to compute. 

it should be gross. but eddie just can’t find it in himself to care, because in reality, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened in his measly little life. 

“please let me taste you,” he begs between kisses, grasping desperately at your waist, the fabric of your shirt slipping between his desperate fingers.

you giggle, pulling back to look at him through the dimmed light, “not now,” you hover just above, constantly teasing and unobtainable

“well when?" jutting his bottom lip out in hopes it'd convince you to change your mind.

"when i'm back," letting him down gently. eddie'd count the seconds till you came back if that was what it took to get even a tiny glimpse of your pussy.

“what time do you leave?” he pants, chasing your lips. eddie was nothing if not a chancer, though if it hadn't happened already, there's a miniscule chance of it happening now.

“seven,” whispering back, a hint of annoyance that this build up had only crescendoed now, just as you were about to leave. he'll blame robin for that, poking her nose in and trying to turn him off. it shouldn't have worked. he should've been braver.

“but it’s your turn,” an awful sadness and regret overcoming him. someone better, someone like steve, would've had you pinned to that couch by now, his head between your thighs and your slick dripping down his chin.  

“next time,” only repeating yourself, smiling coyly before you plant one last kiss to his longing lips before standing fully upright and disappearing back off to his room, leaving him reeling with a story nobody else would ever believe.

[chaptersleftunwritten]

What a lie, what a lie, what a lie…

Blurb: During a smoke session Eddie is betted $100 that he won’t be able to sleep with you by the time summer rolls around. He proves them wrong.

Pairing: Dickish!Eddie Munson x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Gambling, depictions of sexual content, mentions of drugs being taken, cursing, alcohol consumption, graphic descriptions, a lot of emotional damage in this one… Characters are 20+ college students.

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Ethereal fairy lights doused you and Eddie in a golden hazy glow, both of your bodies glittering magically with sweat as your naked limbs entangled each other in an intimate embrace.

But something between you two was forever changed after that night of steamy heartfelt affection and you felt it like a knife twisting in your sternum as you listened to Eddie leave your dorm room without a goodbye. Not even a kiss as he pulled his ripped jeans over the skin of his still damp legs and ran.

You were never one to fuss. You never wanted to cause a scene or create an issue that never existed in the first place- you were ‘the cool girl’… but when your gut is unable to move on from something then you must investigate. You had to, why else would Eddie have left so suddenly if there was nothing wrong?

You gave yourself to him. You showed him not only your nude body, but you bore your soul to him. No one had ever gotten close enough to you to be as privileged as he was. No one had saw you so exposed. So vulnerable. Until him.

Unbeknownst to Eddie at the time, you had allowed him to take your virginity. You trusted him with your entire being and you believed that you truly loved him. You loved him enough to bleed for him- to hurt for him…

And after he fled that night, you laid on your crimson stained sheets and sobbed yourself to sleep. You can’t blame him for not knowing- but you also prayed for some tenderness from him. Even if you weren’t a virgin, sex is such a sacred act and aftercare should always be incorporated.

The following morning you awoke to an emptiness you’d never experienced before. Something had shifted and your innocence was gone. Girlhood was over and adulthood fucking sucked.

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- Steve’s off campus apartment, 6 weeks prior -

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The tip of the meaty blunt embers brightly with every drag Eddie takes, his eyes are almost a florescent shade of red and Steve is on his seventh beer of the night, “C’mon man, that shit would be so easy.” Steve laughs, his Adam’s apple bobs prominently as he tips his head back to down the rest of his alcoholic beverage.

“Nah, not interested.” Eddie passes the joint to Jonathan who has almost been swallowed up completely by the beanbag his body is submerged in.

Steve gasps mockingly as his hands clasp together to crush the empty can of beer before he tosses it across the room- aiming for the trash can which he has already missed the past seven times… “I didn’t peg you as a chicken, Munson.” His fingers snap open another can, “Are ya scared or somethin’?” Steve’s eyebrows wiggle at Eddie and Eddie proceeds to drag his hand down his face, already tired of the conversation… or maybe it was just the weed settling into his system.

“I’m not scared, Harrington. I’m lazy. There’s a difference. Besides, what do I get out of it instead of a possible cream pie?” Eddie huffs a laugh, accompanied by Jonathan and Steve’s eyes spark with relentless mischief.

“If you put it like that…” Steve stuffs his hand into his pocket, rummaging around inside of the fabric before pulling out an array of objects. They consisted of a stray button, a small foil packet containing a condom and two $50 bills. He picks up the crumpled currency, slamming it in front of Eddie with a cocky grin splayed handsomely across his face, “A hundred bucks if you manage to bang her before summer.”

Steve knew that if he wanted to convince Eddie to do anything, he had to pay up. Whether it be drugs, booze or money, he knew if those three things were involved Eddie could be easily persuaded to do most things. And unfortunately… Eddie agrees.

“Fuck it, why not.” His hand slaps into Steve’s hard, the noise quaking through the small room as they shake on the agreement. This wasn’t the first time that Eddie had partook in some stupid shit suggested to him by Steve and Jonathan. He had done some crazy things before; jumping off of a roof into a dumpster (breaking his arm in the process), setting fire to his clothes just so he could test the ‘stop, drop and roll theory’, taking ecstasy before a rave (which led to him having a severely horrible psychedelic reaction) and the list goes on and on.

But this… this was a whole new level of low for Eddie. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn’t let Steve win. His stubbornness would be the absolute death of him. Or so he thought…

“By summer! That’s… what? 7 weeks? Think you can tap that by then, Munson? Or is that not enough time…?” Steve was too confident, he could see this whole shit show going up in flames and he rejoiced in the idea of Eddie being the one having to pay up by the time the weather was its warmest.

“You’re fucking on, Harrington.” The words leave Eddie’s mouth in the form of a venomous competitive bite.

And just like that, the bet was confirmed.

-

The news arrived in the flesh form of Nancy Wheeler. Jonathan could never keep anything from her- he was sick with love and the guilt of the whole ordeal was eating him alive. He knew he would get the end of Steve’s wrath but he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to confess. Your only wish was that Nancy had known sooner. Before the damage was already done.

Your world was spinning on a side way axle when Nancy told you, and it has been spinning upside down ever since, “I can’t believe how moronic they all are! I’m so sorry you had to find out this way…” Her voice is washed out by a ringing that has taken over all of your senses. You were good at disassociation when it came to protecting your feelings- and that’s what you were doing. Nancy had no idea that you had totally zoned out whilst she continued to rabble on about how Steve had changed and how disappointed she was in Jonathan. Your mind was completely numb to all emotions and information.

You hadn’t heard from Eddie since that night… and now you understood why. Your gut feeling was proven right once again- but you weren’t glad this time around. You weren’t relieved like you usually were; you were hurt.

And you were fucking angry.

Still with a week to spare Steve coughed up the money, making Eddie $100 richer- but that couldn’t amount to what he had lost. Eddie was a player, you knew that from the very start- but you stupidly thought that he was different when it came to you. That you could somehow change the way he thought about relationships.

It was clear to you now that you never stood a chance against Eddie Munson. You never did.

Your first initial instinct is to confront him and Steve face to face, but something was holding you back. Was it fear, rage, agony? You didn’t know, but what you did know was that they already thought you were a joke, why would they take you serious now? The answer is, they wouldn’t. They would chew you up and spit you right back out. Their punchlines would be thrown at you and each one would knock the air from your lungs— you were a laughing stock to them.

The thought alone makes red hot tears streak from your mascara painted eyes, the corners of your lips stealing a taste of the salty liquid as it fell. Nancy had long gone and you decide in that moment that you weren’t going to class today. You couldn’t stay on campus grounds, each passing second intensified the crumbling of the hole in your chest, now so big and gaping that you feel as though your heart may just fall from its cage and land on the ground in front of you. Unbeating. Dead.

You walked until your legs turned to jelly, causing you to collapse on a nearby sidewalk. You were in a unrecognisable neighbourhood. Some of the houses look pristine from the outside, freshly coated paint that was clearly done annually, fences held securely together with the best knuckles and bolts and on the other hand, some of the homes looked like they are over three decades old- gutters filled with rancid leaves, unwanted ivy climbing the walls, windows so dirty and murky you wouldn’t be able to see inside unless you were inside.

The setting sun litters the sky with flaming clouds coloured the brightest shades of orange, pink and purple. You smile up at the visual, momentarily forgetting about the inner turmoil that has caused you to drown your sorrows in straight vodka and cigarettes.

“Oh, Eddie.” You cry and toast to the sky, bringing the clear vodka bottle back up to your lips, throwing your head back and gulping down as much of the pungent liquid as you possibly could stomach. The strong taste momentarily numbing your mind. The only thought that was cartwheeling through your intoxicated brain was why?

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Why you? What was so challenging and intriguing about sleeping with you? Why not some other girl? Anyone else. Anyone but you.

More tears, less salt in your body- water replaced with alcohol. Your mind fizzes with warmth and your body is slowly shutting down on the edge of the road. Luckily, it’s quiet at this time of night. Everyone is at home with their families, tucking into some home cooked goods. You wish you were at home- you wish you had never left state to go to that stupid fucking college in the first place. You could have avoided this. Avoided him.

Your fingers twirl in the holes of your laddered tights, pulling on the fabric and watching the tear travel from your thigh down to your knee- which you only now register is bleeding. You must have fallen earlier, scuffing the skin pretty badly… but you can’t remember.

Blank spots taking over your memory? You’re nearly there. You’re nearly free of him- free of this day and of this shell which you call a body.

You just need to keep drinking. Finish your second bottle.

“What the fuck?” The voice is nearly enough to pull you back from the darkness, but your vision is blurry as you focus on the misshapen figure hovering above you, “Jesus Christ! You’re a fucking mess- what are you doing? Where have you been?” Eddie has no right to be angry at you, he caused this, but you’re putting your well-being at risk and he is disappointed in you. He thought you were smarter than this- he would rather you attack him, scream at him and hurt him back. But not this…

You’re nearly paralytic.

He had been searching for you all day, surfing through crowds in the canteen, asking around classmates and even speaking to randomers in the street.

Then he found you here. Cold to the touch. Anyone could have found you in this state, if it hadn’t been him… he doesn’t even want to think about what could have happened to you.

“Can you stand?” He asks gentler now, worry lacing itself through his voice and choking his voice box slightly. You bury your face into your hands, finding comfort there you breathe out an inaudible ‘no.’ Your breath whiffs back into your face and your nose scrunches at the scent. Pure alcohol. It’s nearly flammable.

Eddie sighs before scooping your frail body up from the ground, your fingers loosen and you end up dropping your bottle. The glass shatters all over the concrete, “Shit!” Eddie snips but you don’t even flinch at the ringing sound of broken glass- you’re too far gone.

“Do you even recognise me?” Eddie holds your sleep stricken face in the palms of his hands, forcing your gaze onto his softened features. You hum happily at the feeling of his cold rings pressing against your warm face, you feel as though you’re sweltering but in reality.. you’re icy to Eddies touch. There’s a moment he contemplates taking you to the ER, “You’re freezing, love.”

“You d..did this!” You hiccup, your finger jabbing weakly at Eddies chest. Your fingertip may as well have been a knife because Eddie’s heart sinks to his stomach as he holds you upright, knowing he drove you to this is sickening to him. He almost vomits… but you beat him to it.

He holds your hair back from your shoulders, “Let it out, honey.” With Eddie’s free hand he rubs your spine, his words of encouragement echoing through your empty skull.

“I hate you.” The sobbing arrived suddenly, causing your entire body to tremble. You’re beginning to feel the temperatures of outside and Eddie knows that he has to get you home quickly- despite how hurtful your drunken words are.

“I know.. I know you do.” His deep voice is strangled with sadness as he guides you over to his van which is parked across the street from where you had nested on the sidewalk, “I’m so sorry, love. I’m so sorry.” You don’t respond, you just shake your head at him. Unable to bring up the words. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth.

Eddie’s grip on your shoulders is strong as his fingers stab into skin. You keep stumbling over your own two feet, your face would be hitting the ground if it weren’t for Eddie’s strength.

Your palms slam against the metal of his van door, steadying yourself there before Eddie helps lug you inside. You want to kiss him as he reaches over your body and belts you into your seat but you don’t- not because you wouldn’t but because you couldn’t. You feel as though you’re now unable to move your body- your limbs weighted down as you puddle into the musty passenger seat that wreaks of stingy weed with a twang of old booze.

You wonder how many girls have been in here before you, how many others had him and Steve ruined? You close your eyes to stop more tears from escaping, you have cried a river tonight and you’d much rather be numb now.

Cascading light etches it’s way through the smudged glass of the van, illuminating the inside just enough for you to see Eddie’s eyebrows knitted together in what you can only assume is either frustration or concentration.

One of his hands is secured on the steering wheel whilst his other arm is draped over your idle body- his attempt to try and keep you sitting upright and not accidentally smashing your face into the dashboard. If you weren’t so angry at him you would mould into his touch, but nothing can fix what he has broken.

Nothing.

His voice vibrates through the stuffy air and you wish you could make out what he is saying but you can’t. Your tired eyes are heavily lidded and your ears have totally switched off as you slump further into your seat, your head tilting back slightly as you drift in and out of consciousness. Your body is aching for rest. You just need sleep- this will all be so much better in the morning…

-

You don’t understand how or why you wake up in Eddie’s Hellfire t-shirt but your investigative skills narrow it down to the taste of vomit in your mouth and the aspirin that has been left on Eddie’s bedside dresser alongside a tall glass of water.

‘Take this, I’ll be back soon. -Ed’s’ A note reads in sloppy handwriting, signed by Eddie. You would roll your eyes if your pounding headache wasn’t causing them to screw shut- why is it so fucking bright?

You blindly take the pills, the water cools the acidic tinge plaguing your throat and you gasp for air after chugging the entire glass, your cotton mouth leaving you still thirsty for more.

You’ve no idea what time it is or where your clothes are so you can get dressed and bolt before Eddie gets back. For some pitiful reason you’re not surprised that he went out and left you alone. It’s what he’s good at- making a mess and then running away.

Your exhausted body pushes itself up from the springy mattress. Every muscle in your body sore from laying in one solid position the entire night but thankfully the pain medication is starting to kick in for your headache.

Just as you manage to swing your legs off of the bed you hear a door slam shut, your body naturally jolting at the sound.

“It’s just me!” Eddie yells from a far off room and you feel panic begin to compress your chest, like a can being crushed until it’s flat. You’re too sober and hungover now to face him. You need to get out of here and as soon as humanly possible!

You contemplate taking on the window, but there’s no way you would be able to hold your own body weight right now. You would probably plummet to your death if you tried. So what do you do instead? You sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the bedroom door in horror and anticipation- awaiting your nearing fate. Which soon arrives in the form of a chocolate eyed man, his hair tied back messily into a ponytail and in his arms he holds a tray, “Good, you’re awake.”

You silently curse at the way your heart beats faster at the sound of his sweet voice.

Offering him nothing but a tight lipped smile your eyes fall curiously to the tray he is holding. Did he..?

“I made you something to eat,” he advances further into the room, stepping over loose t-shirts and clothes that have been discarded without a care onto the floor, “I know food is the last thing on your mind right now, but if you want to feel better you need to try and stomach something.” He places the tray next to your bare legs on the bed, his eyes flicking the the skin before back to your face.

He palms at the back of his neck nervously and you examine the dry toast on the plate, next to it is a blob of strawberry jelly and a chunk of butter, “I didn’t know if you’d like anything on it so I just kinda left it up to you.” He smiles at you and you nod in response, leaving the food untouched.

“You undressed me.” The thought makes you want to heave into his trash can. Unless he had done it with his eyes closed, which you doubt, that means he got to see your body again. Touch your skin again. He doesn’t deserve that.

“I.. uh.. you,” he coughs lightly to clear his throat, “You threw up everywhere. All over yourself… I didn’t have a choice.” A redness warms Eddie’s cheeks and you suck in an exaggerated breath, your lungs feel as though they are struggling to breathe.

“Right.” You nod, your eyes scan the room for any sign of your own clothes, which you’re unable to find. Eddie notices, “They are in the wash. Your clothes, I mean. If you’d like a pair of pants I can rummage around for you?” He walks over to his wardrobe and you can’t help but watch him. He is moving feverishly. He is anxious and he’s rambling.

“Your tights were pretty ripped up, you must have fell before I found you. I washed them anyways but I don’t know if they are salvageable.” You look to your knee, finding a massive bandaid stuck to the skin. You remember that part- you bleeding and falling. You don’t remember Eddie bandaging you up, though.

“Thanks.” Even in despair and rage, you remember your manners. This all only proves how much he is able to be a true gentleman- and how much he really must have gone out of his way to purposefully hurt you. It makes your eyes sting. If you hadn’t cried so much last night you probably would be able to muster some tears now- but you’re bone dry.

“Listen.. I.. I don’t know how to say this”, Eddie is cautious as he sits down next to you on the bed, ensuring to keep a good amount of separation between the two of you, “How I feel about you is real. Everything that came from our short time together is real, lovie… and.. and I’m a fucking idiot.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, his throat clearly parched, “I won’t stop apologising, I won’t stop hating myself for what we did- for what I did.” His fingers twitch with need as Eddie contemplates reaching for your hand, but he ultimately decides against it, “I’m sorry.”

Your thumbs twirl with one another, your nail coming to pick at the sensitive skin around the cuticle, “You’ve really hurt me, Eddie.” Just when you thought the tears wouldn’t come, they do, “I can’t believe you made a fucking bet over me. I.. I’m not just some toy you can play with and then throw away when you’re satisfied. I’m a human being! And I’m mad at you.. I’m so mad!” The words squeak out as you let yourself feel everything you’d bottled up over the last few days. The mountainous emotions that you’d let fester deep within exploded through the floodgates.

“You’re such a fucking dick, Munson! I hate you right now!” Your breathing hitches as you struggle to control your breath, “I hate you..” The words are meek and small but they have their desired effect as Eddie’s heart becomes like melted wax in his chest, and it hurt for him to even breathe.

You meet Eddie’s gaze, tears were swimming in his honey brown eyes, but his face was rigid with focus, “I need some time away from you. I can’t.. I don’t want to forgive you right away.” You sniffle hard, your hand coming to paw at your soaked eyes, “What if you’re lying to me again?”

Plump pink lips part on Eddie’s face and he stands up momentarily, only to drop to his knees in front of you, “Let me prove it to you then. Let me make it up to you, please.” He begs, his hands resting on your bare knees and his soft touch shouldn’t scorch you but it does, “I’ll do whatever it takes, sweetheart. Anything to earn your trust again.” He desperately searches your face and you feel your shoulders slump in defeat. It’s so fatiguing to be so upset, “Please.” He repeats, his voice is a light choke.

You nod with a sigh, your hand clasping over his, “Okay.” You breathe, your mind clearing as your tears dry, “But I need time.” You repeat, the venom in your voice dissolving with every second you look at him.

Eddie nods in approval, a teary smile finding his face which he tries to bite back, “Time. I can work with time.”

You smile half heartedly as Eddie presses his forehead to yours, nuzzling his nose gently to your own, “Anything for you, Princess. Anything for you.”

-

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[peppermintquartz]

Canon divergence in that Buck does call Tommy the next time he's free, asking to go up in a chopper (instead of the harebrained scheme of going to the BBPU game)

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"And that's my favorite view," says Tommy, angling the helicopter to face the Pacific. It's late in the morning so sunlight glitters on the water like diamonds scattered on blue silk.

Buck shields his eyes with his hands. "It's beautiful!" he exclaims, almost giddy with delight at the panorama.

"It is. And at night, I like to look the other way, at the city spread out before me." Tommy's aviator sunglasses hide his eyes but his big smile is on full display.

Buck can't help the shiver in his belly every time he looks at Tommy. It's clear the air is his element. Already Buck knows that Tommy is very competent - they wouldn't have pulled off the rescue otherwise - but here, without anything to distract them, Buck sees how the chopper is an extension of Tommy himself. A deft touch, a slight adjustment, and the vehicle moves smoothly for Tommy to point out different landmarks from the sky.

By the time they land, Buck's spirits are still soaring. He's spent forty minutes flying with Tommy, who not only talked about the mechanics of flying, but also answered almost all of Buck's questions without ever sounding bored. In fact, he seems happy that Buck has done some research before he came for the ride.

"Okay, now I really need to buy you that beer, and also a meal." Buck wants to bounce on his heels. He feels lighter than air, like he's just a balloon full of happy emotions.

Tommy grins, shrugging as he tucks his aviators into a pocket. "I'm free for the rest of the day," he says. Ducking his head, he adds, "Didn't feel too good leaving you alone the other day to go watch the fight, but I didn't think we'd take two hours to tour Harbor Station either."

Buck's cheeks flush. He remembers being irrationally angry when Eddie and Tommy flew off, and he did go home to pummel his pillow a little before sulking. But he's done the mature thing, which is ask Tommy for a flight demo, instead of something insane like figure out what other activities he would be doing or events he would attend and try to show up there like a toy surprise.

"Well, that was because I wanted to find out so much, and it's really your fault, because you answered everything in detail." Buck falls in step with the older man as they head to Tommy's car. "You have to be accountable for your mistakes."

Tommy laughs. Buck feels tingly and proud that he's made that happen. Daringly, he nudges Tommy's elbow with his.

"So, what would you like for lunch?" Buck asks. "My treat, as thanks for the flight."

"Sure," says Tommy with an easy smile. As they approach the car, Tommy halts.

Buck stops as well, a little concerned. "Everything okay?"

Tilting his head, Tommy studies Buck, and then his expression grows a little more nervous and serious. "I... I don't wanna presume anything, and I want you to know that, regardless of anything I'm about to say, I wanna be your friend."

Buck blinks at the older man. "Okay, um. What's this about?"

"Evan, before we go to lunch, I kinda wanna know what's going on here? I mean..." Tommy licks his lips, and Buck's gaze snaps to Tommy's mouth. "You're adorable and you're funny and, well. You're a gorgeous guy. I'm not... I'm not really sure why you wanna spend time with me. And I don't wanna get my hopes up if this is just me reading the signs wrongly."

"Uh, signs?"

Tommy's face falls. He glances away, wiping his hand over his mouth, and licks his lips again. "Shit. I've read you wrong."

Buck reaches out to touch Tommy's wrist. "Tommy, I'm not sure what you're saying."

Tommy looks back at Buck, blue eyes taking in the younger man's expression, and sighs. He flips his hand over to hold the tips of Buck's fingers.

"Hell. Might as well lay my cards out," he mutters, mostly to himself, and then looks - really looks - at Buck. "Evan, I'm gay. And these couple times we've met up, I really, really like how we click. I like your energy, and how earnest and open you are. And it doesn't hurt that you are one of the most attractive men I've ever met, and I really like spending time with you, and I'm hoping... I'm hoping I can ask you out for a date and maybe we can... find out if we could. If we could be more than friends."

There's an anxious cast to his features. Buck can see Tommy's jaw clench and the nervous swallow, and a part of Buck's mind is screaming static. Another part of him is frantically stammering, "I'm just an ally!!" But thankfully that part of him has no control of his mouth, because he instead steps closer to Tommy and-

Oh. Oh.

So that's how it feels to kiss a guy.

He pulls back slightly, but is stopped by the touch of fingers under his chin, and Tommy draws him back for a second kiss, his head angled, and-

Wow. Wow, okay. They're near the airfield in the parking lot and the breeze is cool and the sun is shining nice and warm and they are kissing, Buck is kissing Tommy and this feels right.

When they finally separate, possibly two centuries later, Buck blinks at Tommy. His face feels hot and his skin is tingling. With a small, happy grin, he says, "I would say yes to the date, if that helps."

Tommy chuckles. He licks his lips again and Buck forces himself to look away from those lips. "Okay. I'd like to ask you out on a date on Saturday night, if you're free."

"I... I'm free." Buck's grin grows brighter. He tilts his head. "Lunch, now?"

[btbonescanon]

the reason why eddie and maddie don’t ever get any scenes together is because the second they started talking one on one they would start a “we love evan buckley” fanclub and just go on and on and on about how awesome buck is and how sweet he is and maddie would be telling eddie all the cute and embarrassing things buck did when he was little and eddie would be telling maddie all the silly and embarrassing things buck does as an adult and they would roll their eyes over all the stupid shit he’s pulled over the years and they would swear a blood oath to each other about being buck protectors together forever and ever

[alchemistc]

There's been something about the woobification of Buck that's been sitting on the tip of my tongue for weeks now, and I think I've finally figured it out.

This is, of course, mostly in reference to the moral outrage about a decade-ish (give or take) age gap between two adult men and the infantalization of one said grown man, so all the puritanism isn't really coming from a place of good faith anyway, but here's the thing that's been bugging me that I couldn't quite put a finger on until now.

Buck has people he goes to for certain things. He has, what are in his mind, experts in the field for most of the things he can't think through on his own, that he goes to for a sounding board.

He went to Hen to talk through the sperm donor dilemma for a few reasons that made sense to him. 1) She's a mom. She has very much had to deal with the reality of 'giving up' children she considered her own. Buck is aware that he would be giving up something that could mean something to him, and he wants to talk to someone who has some insight into that. 2) She's dealt with IVF. She knows the risks, she knows the trials and tribulations, she knows about this thing that he is thinking about agreeing to be a part of so she's going to have a fuller grasp on the enormity of everything this process entails.

And they drink about it. Hen gives him what she can and cautions him where she thinks she should and they continue to talk about it and regardless of what SHE thinks, he makes his mind up in part because he got to talk to his Expert.

Bobby is often his go to when he feels like he's losing his grip on things. He's seen Bobby staring down the bottom of the bottle. He's seen the work he's done to pull himself back into the world, and he's seen the way he fights for his family, his people. Buck leans on him in times of questioning himself because he knows Bobby has pulled himself off the ledge with bleeding hands and a bleeding heart.

He reaches out to Maddie about interpersonal shit constantly. We see it all the way back in S2 when he's starting to question what the hell he's still doing in Abby's apartment, and that never really changes. She's the one with advice for him when he's angry with his parents, upset with the firefam, worried about his friends, or just generally concerned with the way he's perceived by people or how he perceives the world. He goes to her when he's embarrassed, ashamed, because he knows she won't judge him for it. She'll call him out, for sure, but she's not going to look at him differently when she knows he's done something he considers bad behavior.

When he goes to her during the Tommy arc, he's there for one reason he'll admit, and another she has to ferret out. 1) He lied to his best friend and he doesn't know why. 2) Oh yeah he went on a date with a dude that's not strange WHY IS THAT STRANGE I'VE ALWAYS BEEN AN ALLY PLEASE DON'T PULL BACK THE CURTAIN - and Maddie is there with two things: 1) It's not weird but it IS new and something you clearly haven't worked through all the way which is why 2) you'll tell Eddie when you're ready

And Eddie is sort of his go-to to bounce ideas off of. Eddie is his Buck expert. Eddie is the guy who can sort through all the bullshit and who sees Buck for exactly who he is, every time, regardless of what Buck himself is thinking. Eddie is his best friend, and he knows the good the bad and the ugly better than anyone else. He is also, quite frankly, the one Buck seeks out to help him contextualize all of his romantic feelings for people. Eddie's the guy he talks to when he's interested in someone, when he's falling for someone, he's the guy through which Buck filters his love interests into the firefam. I do the same shit with my best friend. It's instinct to want the person you consider the expert on you to meet the person you are interested in, it's instinct to want them to like each other, to get along. Buck knows Eddie loves him (in whatever way you see that love, Buck knows Eddie loves him) and he wants this person who loves him to be at least an active listener as he talks himself through the minefield of relationships. I do also think that up until the events of season seven, Buck considers Eddie sort of an expert on that traditional love-marriage-kids-white-picket-fence relationship Buck thinks he's striving for - in a very naive way, because obviously the wasn't what Eddie and Shannon had and Buck knows that, but he's probably fed some of Eddie's rose colored reminiscences back into that notion.

When he comes out to Eddie he's got two worries. 1) I lied to you and I figured out why but I'm still a little worried you think it's weird and 2) I screwed it up with someone I really like and I don't know where to go from here.

And Eddie (Buck expert) reassures him that just because it's new and unexpected doesn't make it strange, that it doesn't change anything in their friendship. And then he gets right to the heart of it - if you like him you should reach out and tell him that. He doesn't know you like we do but if you give him the chance to, he'll love you as much as we do. If he doesn't give it the same shot you want to he's the idiot.

With all that context in mind, Buck isn't seeking out Tommy's attention because he wants an authority figure, or someone to take care of him, someone to guide him through sex or love or relationship dynamics or any of the other random shit I've seen ppl infantalizing Buck about.

What he's looking for, and what he ultimately tells Tommy he'd like to pursue, is a partnership. Someone to walk (or more likely for Buck, speedrun) through experiences together. The Athena to his Bobby, the Chim to his Maddie, the Karen to his Hen.

So every time I see someone infantalizing Buck for seeking out a relationship with an older man for X or Y reason, I'm just like - no. He has Bobby, Hen, Maddie, Eddie, Chim etc for that. He doesn't want or need Tommy for that. He is a grown ass man who has built these strong relationships with his peers and his mentors and he is so fucking aware of that because he reaches for their help any time he feels the urge for a helping hand.

So yeah, Tommy's older. Yes, Tommy has more experience with his sexuality than Buck. And that - that's really it. Buck's been in the same career for more than half a decade. He's lived on his own since he was no older than 19/20. He's had serious relationships, he has a rich and fulfilling life. There is no power imbalance in the relationship between Buck and Tommy.

And while the age gap may be a bit of a draw for Buck, it's not WHY he's attracted to Tommy. We know because he's told Maddie. He's cool. He's interesting. He's confident. He has a cleft.

Buck isn't going into this waiting for someone older and more experienced to take the fucking reins. He felt like he clicked with Tommy, like there was an immediate connection, and yes, Tommy had to kiss him about it for Buck to actually figure out what it was he was experiencing, but from that point on it was all on Buck (and the people he leans on for advice) to help him sort through.

Tommy didn't do shit other than pump the brakes and try to give Buck the space he thought he needed to decide what he was ready for. Buck (again, with the help of his experts - Maddie for the emotional piece of it, Eddie for the Buck of it all) did the work on his own. Tommy didn't swoop in and overbearingly hold his hand through a sexual awakening. He kissed him, asked him out, realized he wasn't ready, stepped back and then checked in multiple times when Buck came back at it going 120 miles an hour.

And then he did everything he could to prove to Buck he wanted the same thing - a partner, someone to talk to, and lean on, and flirt with and rely on to show up whenever they could feasibly manage it (and sometimes when it's a little unfeasible too).

The narrative even acknowledges that Buck had no reason to go to Bobby in this scenario, when he often would, and lays out exactly why.

Within the canon of this particular arc, we're meant to see this as Buck realizing he has the experience necessary to think these things through on his own. This is Buck finally taking control of something that's always felt like it fell into his lap a bit. This is Buck doing more than treading water until his legs give out.

And minimizing that growth bc you personally don't like the LI he's pursuing is gross at best. At worst it's something much more insidious.

[bbyhellfire]

what would you do

eddie munson x rick's ex!fem!reader

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➠ summary: expanding on this post, you ask eddie a question he wasn't expecting when he's balls deep inside you: "what would you do if he walked in?"

➠ warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v, table sex, creampie, imaginary exhibitionism, inspired by bobby and shelly in episode 5 of twin peaks, pls excuse any typos

➠ a/n: not by best work, but eddie and rick's ex!reader have taken over my mind. i have some more ideas for them, so there will be more about these two idiots-in-love!

“What would you do if he walked in right now?”

Eddie isn’t expecting that question, especially when he's balls deep inside you.

“Huh?”

He pushes up from you, peering down to see you spread out on the dining table. Your smile appears as breathless as your voice sounds. “If he walked in. Right now. What would you do?”

There’s no need to specify who “he” is, but that's not what gives him pause. He has thought of how this particular scenario could play out plenty of times before, some situations darker than others. Maybe someday one of them will come true, but for now, he would rather bathe in your attention. Smiley and bright eyed, you're looking at him as if he's some kind of prize. No one looks at him like that, except you.

Taking a deep breath, he pulls out just enough to make your smile falter before he plunges back in. “I’d tell him, ‘Rick! What a surprise, man. Welcome home!’”

The dining table rocks underneath you, his hips shoving the furniture back and forth until the wood whines from the strain.

“I’d tell him – shit, hold on, sweetheart,” He pauses, re-adjusting so he can drape your legs over his shoulder. With a quick kiss to your calf, he looks up at the front door, sporting the biggest shit-eating grin he can muster. There, an imaginary Rick is frozen in shock from the sight of Eddie fucking his girl in his home.

“Listen, this isn’t the welcome home surprise you were hoping for, but look at the bright side! I told you I’d look after your girl. And I know, I know. You doubted that a third time high school senior could do it, but I did. Keep her filled up just for you. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Eddie’s eyes flicker down to you, nudging his chin towards the front door. “Go on, tell Rick how well I look after you.”

You barely lift your head in the direction of the entrance, too unbothered to even acknowledge your shitty, imaginary ex. “So, so good. Keeps me so cockdumb I can’t think of anyone else. Not even you, Ric – fuck, Eddie! Faster, please go faster.”

While you were talking, Eddie dropped his arms to wrap around your upper thighs and squeezed your legs together. With this new pressure, his cock drags against something inside you that makes you writhe at every thrust. 

A wickedness falling over him as he slows down his pace, pausing when he is buried inside you for a dizzying moment. Your bottom lip juts in displeasure, but all he can do is give you a smug smile. It's the same smile he'd give you whenever Rick was around, a secret only meant for the two of you.

"I don't think he heard you. Tell him again who makes you feel this good?"

Your eyes meet when you say his name, not once do you look away. “You. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” 

His whole body hums, the most perfect high running through his bloodstream as his quick thrusts make the table squeak.

"That's right, sweetheart. Me, only me."

His orgasm is building up inside him again, now with more vigor, and there is nothing he can do to slow its relentless approach. No more make believe. Only fast, sharp strokes that make his hips buck helplessly. He keeps his tight hold on your legs, squeezing harder to mimic the way your pussy clenches around his cock.

But there is still one more thing he needs to know. 

“Are you mine, baby?”

Your response tumbles past your lips without a second to spare. “Yours.”

Months ago when you and Eddie first started…whatever this is…he would dismiss these declarations as the sort of sweet lie lovers tell themselves in the heat of the moment. Something that would make his cheeks burn from embarrassment as you both redressed.

But now, after spending months with you, studying your body, piecing apart your mind, learning about the very essence that makes you who you are, he’s starting to think it’s more than just horny rambles. As much as that scares him, it also makes him feel lucky, something he rarely experiences.

Eddie is lucky to have you. He is lucky enough to turn the end of your word into a loud moan and feel your body trembling against his. Lucky enough to see your back arch and experience your release splatter against his front.

“There you go. Good fucking girl. Keep going, sweetheart. Make it messy.”

He abandons rhythm and races towards his own release, pressing every last inch of himself into you so desperately that it slides you back along the table. One, two, three thrusts and he's crying your name as he spills inside you.

His orgasm stamps out any conscious thought. It's only once the post-orgasm haze starts to lift does he realize that he's let go of your legs and is not resting his weight on top of you. And maybe the post-nut clarity hasn't hit yet, or maybe its the way your nails gently rake against his scalp, but whatever it is, it makes him turn to kiss your cooling skin and mutter, "I'm yours, too."

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[makorragal-312]

I can’t believe this needs to be said...

“In Another Life is an emotional and beautiful episode that showcases Buck accepting himself, finding his self-worth, and showing how much he positively impacts the people he loves while giving hope to people struggling with mental health and suicidal tendencies.”

AND

“In Another Life once again completely disregards the strength of Buck and Eddie’s bond, painted Eddie as an unsuitable parent, and gave the Buckley Parents an undeserved redemption. It also strung along viewers making them think they were going to watch Eddie struggle emotionally with Buck’s coma only to have one scene of him in Buck’s room with other characters.”

are two statements that CAN and SHOULD coexist with each other.

You can have valid criticisms about aspects of an episode and still consider it to be a solid episode overall.

And yeah, In Another Life had some major missteps in terms of certain characters being shown and/or treated and certain relationships (I’ve ranted as much), but that does NOT give you the green light to go ahead and fucking REVIEW-BOMB an episode that your faves and the crew worked so hard on because of it.

The fact that Oliver had to post on his Insta story his disbelief on what some of y’all did is heartbreaking because he was SO freaking proud of this episode and what that meant for his character. But some of you guys don’t know how to criticize something without going off the deep end.

If you don’t like aspects of an episode or just anything in general, that’s fine.

Scream about it.

Rant about it.

Post about it (respectfully).

But don’t go and do something that could send the wrong message and very much hurt people. It’s behavior like this that causes showrunners and the people in charge to go ahead and punish the viewers with common sense scraps. DON’T EVER DO THIS SHIT AGAIN.

And major props to everyone who thought to go and rank the episode with a 10 to bring the rating back up and everyone who are giving Oliver his deserved flowers and support.

[kinardgo]

I saw a post a while ago about Tommy and Buck running into Buck's exes, but I'd be interested in them running into Tommy's exes (boyfriend and/or girlfriends)

i spent such a long time fleshing out an OC for this tiny little oneshot but i could not get this out of my head gfhdhsjjdf.

EDIT: okay this isn't tiny and maybe i got over excited.

bucktommy / rated t / prompt requests still open

-

"Tommy?"

Chim stops mid-sentence, hands still up in a gesture, and his mouth is a little open as he looks over Buck's shoulder, behind him. Hen and Eddie seem similarly afflicted. Confused, Buck turns around, and-

Woah.

Buck's not unfamiliar with attractive people - he works in an environment with a lot of hot, athletic people, who do insane, heroic things, and since discovering that he's playing equal time for both teams, the pool of people that are nice to look at has grown considerably. That's a given. But... woah.

Green. Very green eyes.

"Dan! Oh, shit, how long has it been?" Tommy grins, getting up quickly enough that his chair scrapes against the concrete.

Hen and Chimney are doing their freaky psychic parademic mind melding communication thing, which mostly involves a lot of eyebrow movement and head tilting, and Eddie is glancing from Dan to Buck like he's nervous. This was supposed to be a chill little brunch, a catch up between friends. It's nice, being able to bring his partner to brunch like this, the same way Hen brings Karen and Chim brings Maddie. He never brought Ali, or Taylor, or any of his girlfriends. For reasons he could never quite pinpoint, he never wanted to let his worlds collide like that.

But Tommy is already part of his world. He's got inside jokes with Chim and Hen that Buck still doesn't quite get. He brings his own stories about the job, and he can laugh at everyone elses without getting maudlin and worried the way any of Buck's exes would. Tommy is as much a part of Buck's world as Buck is of his.

Except, Tommy's world apparantly has other things in it. Like Dan. Dan with the very green eyes, and the black hair swept carelessly back off his face like he thinks he's a 90's movie star, a little grey peppered at his temples and a t-shirt that has to be at least two sizes too small. Dan with his arm around Tommy's shoulder, and a 1000 watt smile dangerously close to Tommy's mouth, like he's not 100% committed to pulling out of this extremely long hug.

"What are you doing in California? You miss the sunshine?" Tommy asks, his hand still very noticably on Dan's hip.

"Don't even say that, those Oregon winters are no joke," he huffs, "Nah, I'm down for my sister's wedding."

"Emily's getting married? What the hell, she was barely out of college last time I checked."

"Yeah, Tommy, that was six years ago," he laughs, "All grown up now, marrying some IT geek from San Diego. Don't know what he did to deserve her, but my balls have been well and truly threatened if I give him anymore shit."

They chat for another few minutes, completely oblivious to the audience they have, oblivious to the way that Buck's hands are clenching into fists under the table. Tommy's usually so poised, straight-backed, almost stoic. Even his humour is deadpan, but Buck relishes the moments where he can tease easy smiles and full body laughs and dorky jokes out of him. Dan and his pretty eyes seem to have that down pat, too.

"Uh, I feel like I've crashed a party here, Tom."

Tommy blinks, looking back over at their table.

"Shit, sorry," he says, "I should have said. These are the good folks of the 118 firehouse. You probably know Hen and Howie by reputation, and this is Karen and Maddie," Tommy indicates each of them in turn, and they give a wave, "That's Eddie, and this is my boyfriend, Evan."

He says is so casually, like it costs him nothing, and it drags a smile out him the way it always does. Boyfriend. Buck stands, offering a hand. There are still half-cresent marks on his palm from where he'd dug his nails in.

"Good to meet you, man."

"You too, Evan."

"Buck," he says reflexively, "People call me Buck."

"Sure," he says easily.

Tommy is staring at him, face unreadable, but he smiles anyway, polite, almost professional.

"This is Dan Archer, and he used to be the best damn EMT in California," he says, clapping him on the shoulder, "until he deserted us for the PFR."

"Portland, huh? That's a good department to work for, from what I hear," Hen grins, "You guys were trialling those new electric ambulances in 2019, right?"

"Oh, yeah," Dan laughs, "All green, baby. Not that it matters when you're pulling another hiker out the Cascades in mid-December, but for some reason no one wanted to put the funding into my caterpillar-tread gurneys idea."

Chim snorts, "Shit, that's a good one. We should start lobbying for that, Hen."

"Ain't that the truth," she mutters.

"I don't have that problem," Tommy says smugly. Dan punches him in the arm, "You wanna stick around? This place some amazing bruschetta."

The collective inhale the table takes is probably loud enough to hear across the street. Eddie puts his coffee down like he's worried he's going to have to do something that involves having both of his hands free, like restrain Buck.

"Nah, I'm just doing a coffee run, then I've got to get back to the pre-festivities festivities," Dan shrugs, apparantly oblivious, "And maybe buy a shotgun to clean somewhere in view of Samuel."

Tommy laughs, "Give 'em hell, Archer. And don't be a stranger."

"You neither, Kinard," he grins, "I'll take you up on that bruschetta before I head back North."

"You better."

Tommy sits back down, and puts a hand on Buck's thigh. Nothing salacious or suggestive, just the weight of his palm and the heat of his skin. Familiar. The group lapses back into the same kind of easy chatter that they had before. Maddie and Chim talking about something cute Jee had done last week. Hen recounts in detail the call out they got that ended with having to deep bleach the inside of the ambulance. Buck takes a hold of Tommy's wrist, feels his pulse against his fingers, a steady, paitent beat.

-

Tommy's mouth paints lines of heat against Buck's shoulders. He's on his stomach in Tommy's bed - their bed, really, with how often Buck is here these days - propped up on his elbows. There's a book open on the pillow in front of him, something he found on Tommy's bookshelf about the history of the American rail network. It's been open on the same page for the last ten minutes, Buck's eyes somewhere in the middle distance.

There's temptation here, in the form of Tommy's half naked body pressed up alongside his, the hand on his lower back, his mouth. But Buck's mind is going a mile a minute.

"Baby," Tommy murmers, lips pressed to the nape of his neck.

"How do you know him?"

Tommy stills, just a moment where he freezes, before he exhales.

"I don't know if I like you thinking about other men while I'm trying to seduce you."

"Well, he is a very handsome man," Buck mutters, before he can help himself.

Tommy snorts, "Seriously?"

"It's ridiculous," he grumbles, "He's a paramedic, not a model. What's he even-"

Tommy muffles his laughter into Buck's shoulder, his body shaking with it. It should irritate him, it should make him feel belittled and mocked, but the way Tommy curls over Buck's naked back, smudging kisses into his hair and muttering his name softens the blow.

"I'm being an idiot, aren't I?" he says flatly, and it just makes Tommy laugh harder.

"No, Evan, you're being jealous, and possessive, and very sweet," he says, indulgent. Tommy is always indulgent with him, and Buck aches with how much he doesn't deserve it, "I know there's no way for me to say this without it sounding sarcastic, but I really do think that you glaring daggers at my ex like you're thinking about burying him under a carpark is extremely attractive."

Buck huffs, "So, he is your ex."

"Yes, he's my ex," he says, trailing a finger down the dip of Buck's spine, "We dated for nearly a year, the first year I moved to Harbour. He was my first serious relationship after I came out."

Buck doesn't really know what to say to that. Tommy represents a whole lot of firsts to Buck. First kisses, first touches, first fucks. Not first ever, obviously, but a kind of first all their own. And maybe Buck is always going to be a too much, too fast kinda guy, but he can't imagine getting over that, getting over him. Not even after five, six years.

"It ended amiciably. He got the job offer from Portland. Captaincy. Dan's job is important to him, too important to pass it up. I understood that."

"Do you miss him?"

Tommy kisses his shoulder, "All the time. He's been a good friend to me over the years."

"Do you see him very often?"

"Handful of times, since he moved," Tommy smiles, curling his fingers into the hair at the back of Buck's neck, "Came down for Harris' retirement. Couple years ago, we met up while he visiting family. I went up to Portland last year, too."

"Oh?" Buck says, feigning indifference and probably missing it by a mile, "How was it?"

"It was great. Awesome city. Great hiking in the area, and the ceremony was beautiful."

"What ceremony?" Buck asks, jerking up.

"You would have cried," Tommy continues like he didn't even hear him, like he didn't almost just headbutted in Buck's eagerness tosit upright, "I bet you always cry at weddings, but you definitely would have cried at this one. I bawled like a baby."

Buck shoves at Tommy's chest playfully, and he bounces when his back hits the mattress, laughing again.

"What wedding?"

"Dan's wedding," Tommy grins, "to his husband, Jake. Who he loves very very much."

He groans, shoving his head into the pillow, but Tommy doesn'tlet him mope about it for very long. A strong pair of hands roll him flat onto his back, and Tommy wastes absolutely no time in covering his body with his own, pushing between his legs and kissing him halfway to stupid. Which doesn't bode well for Buck, who's pretty sure he was more than halfway there already.

"You're ridiculous," Tommy says fondly, pressing a kiss to Buck's cheek.

"I know," he sighs, "I'm sorry."

Tommy kisses him again, before propping himself upon his elbows, "We're gonna talk about this properly tomorrow, about you being this worried about me... leaving? Or being interested in other people? Whatever it is, okay? We're gonna talk about it, because I don't actually want you to be upset, Evan," he says softly, "but you don't need to apologise for being jealous. It's just an emotion."

"Not the best emotion on me, though," Buck sighs, "It's not even rational."

"Maybe," Tommy shrugs, "but I wasn't lying when I said I like it on you sometimes. I don't regret my relationship with Dan, so what's rational about me liking how much you wish you were the only one who has ever touched me?"

Tommy's got a talent for taking Buck's most ridiculous thoughts, his worst traits, the ugliest sides of him, and rearranging all the pieces so that they actually make sense. He's so steadying, like a hand on his back while he feels like he's constantly walking on a tightrope. All of it is like water off a duck's back to Tommy, even when it feels like Buck's about to drown in it.

"God, please just kiss me," Buck whispers, half because he wants to, he always wants to, and half because it minimises the risk of saying anything else stupid, like 'I hate your gorgeous hero of an ex just because he got to kiss you before I did', or 'I like myself better when I'm with you than I ever had before', or 'I love you', or 'please don't talk about weddings around me because I'm terrified of the images in my head right now and how good you look in a suit'.

"Yeah?" Tommy breathes, his mouth hovering just over Buck's, "You gonna be thinking about him again?"

"Thinking about who?" Buck mutters back, just to be a brat.

Tommy laughs, a gentle, soft little thing that's so, so fond, but he kisses him anyway.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Just a Taste

cabana boy!Buck x rich!Eddie x bartender!fem!reader

summary: You and Buck compete for Eddie's attention until he offers up a key to his hotel room to the both of you.

word count: 6.8k

cw: MDNI (18+) fingering, smut (p in v) masturbation, voyeurism, anal, oral (both f and m receiving) nipple play, finger sucking, brief mention of struggle with sexuality

The California sun beat down on the pool on the very hot July day as Eddie sat in his lounge chair, sipping on the drink that had just been served to him. A pair of black sunglasses were sitting on his face and even though his eyes were closed, he could feel practically everyone staring at him. He knew he had that effect on people and would often use it to his advantage. Maybe that was why he was receiving such great service during his stay. Well, that plus the very hefty tips he was handing out like candy. 

After he felt like his sunscreen was fully dry, he stood up from his chair and slowly pulled his shirt off to reveal his very muscular, very hairy chest. You turned your attention to him and felt like you were being hypnotized as he lifted his arms in a stretch, giving you a very nice view of his happy trail. It should have been illegal to be able to walk around looking that hot. 

“Y/n, jesus christ!” Buck called out to you and you looked back to what you were doing, realizing that the cup you had been pouring into had been overflowing. You had completely forgotten that you had been pouring a drink for a customer that Buck was supposed to be serving, the man across the pool completely pulling you in, distracting you. 

“Sorry!” You apologized as you set the bottle back down on the bar and Buck just shook his head before turning to where you had been looking and his eyes locked on the man who you had been looking at. 

Eddie was still stretching and Buck pulled his sunglasses down to get a better look without the black tint. That man was easily the most beautiful one he had ever seen and suddenly, he didn’t blame you for your actions. Shit, if he had been in your position, he probably would have done so much worse. 

As soon as Eddie was in the water, Buck turned back to you, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. You could tell that he could see the appeal and you just let out a laugh as you handed him the cup that was sitting in front of you and he turned to bring it to the proper customer while you cleaned up the mess you had made.

Buck took the drink and made his way over to the woman who was lounging by the pool. He had been flirting with her all afternoon in the hope of getting a nice tip and it was working like a charm. He could see a crisp twenty dollar bill in her hand that she was holding out to him and that had to be one of the bigger tips he had received in the time that he had worked at the hotel. He would have thought that a bunch of rich people would have wanted to give more than five dollars for Buck’s hard work, but he supposed that small tips were how the rich stayed rich. 

“Here you are, one sex on the beach,” he offered the drink to her and she took it. The woman could have easily been the same age as his mother, but to Buck, a tip was a tip and he’d flirt with whoever he could if it meant he’d get a little extra cash.

“Thank you so much, Evan,” she smiled as she took a sip from the straw, making eye contact with him as she did so. He would flirt with customers all day long, but he made a vow that he’d never sleep with them. That was a line he’d never cross because it would always get blurry and he knew better than to mix business with pleasure.

“Of course, ma’am,” he nodded. “Enjoy.” With that, he turned on his heel and made his way back to the bar. Just as he turned, he ran into a very wet body, causing the platter that he was carrying to clatter to the pavement. He looked up at who he had run into and let his eyes rake over the very wet, very hairy chest that he found himself wanting to run his hands over.

The stranger picked up the platter and held it out to him and all Buck could do was stare, feeling his mouth become dry as he looked into the beautiful honey eyes that were staring back at him. Sure, he had come across men that he had been attracted to and had even dated a few, but never immediately wondered what they looked like naked. He could feel his cheeks getting red at the thought and the stranger just smiled at his shyness. 

“Th-thanks,” Buck replied, his brain suddenly forgetting every single word in the English language as he made eye contact with the very beautiful man in front of him. 

“No problem,” Eddie replied. “Can I get a towel when you get a chance?” Buck suddenly wished that a towel would have materialized right there, not wanting to keep him waiting. 

“Yeah, s-sure,” he nodded, still standing there and neither of the men minded how the other was stalling. 

“Well, thank you, Evan,” Eddie let his gaze fall on the name tag that was attached to Buck’s polo. He then lifted his head to look him in the eyes one more time and Buck didn’t miss the subtle wink he gave before turning to head back to his chair. 

“What the fuck,” Buck mouthed to himself, trying to shake the embarrassing moment from his head. He had become very confident in his bisexuality over the years, but his conversation with Eddie definitely made it seem like he didn’t know how to speak to a man properly. Usually, he was the one to have the other man become a weak-kneed, stuttering mess, now it seemed like the roles were reversed. And somehow he had made that work for him considering the wink after the stranger left. 

You had worked on your drinks and assisted customers while occasionally letting your gaze move to Eddie to see what he was doing. The two of you had been flirting throughout the week and you were sure that you were close to finally getting a date with him, hoping that he would have taken you up to his room afterwards and had his way with you.

Buck set the platter with the rest on the counter that was behind you then hurried to fetch a towel for the pretty customer. You watched him move as you served the people at the bar, wondering what had him in a hurry. He never rushed like that for anyone. Not even you, his supposed best friend. Just as Buck went to get the towel, the man he was getting it for stepped up to the bar and you felt your mouth go dry as his honey brown eyes focused on you. 

“Can I get a whiskey on the rocks?” He asked, bringing the end of one of the arms of his sunglasses between his lips. An action like that shouldn’t have been so hot, but it was because he was doing it. And he knew exactly what he was doing too. He knew the effect he had on people and was willing to use it to his advantage. A little flirting never hurt anyone.

“Of course!” You nodded and you could feel his eyes on you as you prepared his drink. Eddie had seen you every single day of his stay at the hotel and it was bothering him that he didn’t know your name. There was something about you that was intriguing to him, but he wasn’t sure what. 

“Here you are,” you handed him his drink and watched him put a very generous tip into your jar. 

“Thank you,” he winked as he took a sip from his drink and just when you thought he was going to leave, he took a seat on the only empty stool. “Y/n.” When he said your name, it filled your stomach with butterflies. The way it rolled off his tongue made it sound so poetic and you wanted to hear it over and over, knowing that you would never get tired of it.

“Anything for my best customer,” you winked and Eddie didn’t care if that was a line, he was eating it up.

“Here’s your towel, sir.” Buck held the towel out to him and Eddie took it, not missing how their fingers brushed as he did so. 

“Thanks, Evan,” Eddie put on his megawatt smile and Buck swore that his legs were going to give out just from seeing it. Someone being that attractive wasn’t even fair. 

“S-sure. Is there anything else I can get you?” Buck was always trying to go above and beyond at his job, but especially when it came to a crush. A few years ago, he would have pushed down his attraction to Eddie, but not anymore. He had struggled with his sexuality for a long time, but you had really helped him through it. At the very beginning of your friendship, you told him that you were bisexual and hearing that was like a revelation to him. He had known he was interested in boys from a young age, but pushed it down, not wanting to give his parents yet another reason to be disappointed in him, though. 

Over time, he had gotten a little more confident using the specific label as you guided him through it. You had introduced him to one of your guy friends and after the date, he had cried in your arms, so grateful that you had convinced him to do it. For the first time in his life, he finally felt free and he felt like had you to thank for that even though you kept trying to tell him that it was all him and that you had only helped him a little. 

“I’m okay for right now, but thank you.” With that, Eddie turned back to you and Buck ran off to take care of his other customers while you did the same. Eddie couldn’t help but watch as you worked, admiring how you moved so smoothly and quickly while making conversation with the other customers as if it was second nature. 

Buck didn’t like that you were taking Eddie’s attention from him. He really thought he had it in the bag, but he clearly couldn’t compete with you and your tight shirt that showed off your cleavage.

He had never envied you before, but here he was, wanting to be you so bad that it hurt. He wanted to be the one who Eddie was flirting with, but he was beginning to think that he wasn’t interested. Maybe he was reading too much into it. Maybe he was the only one that was able to see the connection between the two of them. 

He watched Eddie lean over the counter to get even closer to you and he could feel his blood boil. This had never happened to him. He had been jealous before, just not of you. Not in that way. You were his best friend, but at that moment, he was starting to hate you. He knew exactly what Eddie saw in you, you were the greatest person he had ever met. But in that moment, you were his competition.

“Do you have plans tomorrow?” Was he asking you out? There was no way you were passing that up even though you had a shift. Maybe you could have gotten someone to cover it. Buck was always looking for extra hours.

“I don’t, why?” You served Eddie yet another glass of whiskey. “You gonna take me out?” You asked, leaning on the bar, a flirty look making its way upon your face. 

“Depends, is that something you’d be interested in?” How could you not be when he was talking to you like that? He was hot and flirting with you to no end so you felt like the obvious choice was to say yes.

“Very interested,” you replied, grabbing a pen from beside your register and grabbing a slip of receipt paper before scribbling down your number. You then turned to assist the customer that had just walked up to the bar. Since you were occupied, Eddie took his drink and headed back to his chair and you watched him dreamily before turning back to your duties that had been completed before you left and Sophie, the other bartender, took over. 

Buck quickly approached you while he set another tray behind the bar and you turned around, almost bumping into him. He looked angry and you wondered if a guest had been rude to him. That wasn’t uncommon since a lot of people would complain about silly things because they felt entitled. 

“Who’s bothering you now, Ev?”

“You!” he pointed in your direction and you turned around to make sure that he wasn’t talking to someone else. But why would he have been talking about you? You hadn’t done anything wrong. At least, you didn’t think so. 

“Me?” You pointed a finger at yourself. “What did I do?”

“You know exactly what you did,” he glared, stepping towards you. “You were flirting with Eddie and throwing it in my face.” You had no idea what the fuck he was talking about. Yes, you were definitely flirting with Eddie, but you weren’t trying to throw it in Buck's face. In fact, you had no fucking clue he even liked Eddie in the first place.

“Now you’re just making things up, Buck,” you laughed, giving his shoulder a pat as you stepped out from behind the bar after you had clocked out and Buck followed you. “Eddie was doing most of the flirting so if you want to be mad, be mad at him.”

“This isn’t over.” That made you stop in your tracks. You didn’t think he was being serious until then. You never thought you’d see him that angry, especially not over something as silly as a little crush. Buck didn’t crush on many people, but when he did, it was fast and hard, allconsuming to the point where it took up every single part of his brain.

“What’s not?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Why don’t we have a competition to win his affection?” That made you laugh. Imagining doing something like that, and with Buck, made you chuckle. 

“That’s really good,” You nodded, then turned back around to head to the parking lot where your car was. “For a second, I thought you were serious.” You paused when you saw the look on his face. “Buck, be for real.”

“I am,” Buck’s eyes bored into yours and you resisted the urge to laugh again. But then again, it could have been fun. Not to toot your own horn, but you thought you were a far better flirt than Buck and could have easily had the competition in the bag.

“You’re on, Buckley. And I guess I’m already ahead because I have a date with him tomorrow.”

“Y/n, what-”

"Sorry, Ev, I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a hot outfit to pick out for Eddie,” You winked then made a beeline for your car and Buck watched you, anger bubbling up inside him. Oh, it was so on.

-

You and Eddie had texted all night about your plans and the two of you decided to meet at the hotel pool the next morning. You showed up in your hottest bikini and Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off of you when you showed up at his chair. The sun was shining down on you and for a second, he could have sworn that he had died and gone to heaven. 

He was wearing the tightest fucking swim trunks you had ever seen and they were short too, barely covering his ass and you had to stop yourself from imagining what he looked like underneath them. He sat up and moved his legs so you could sit on the edge of his lounge chair and you set your pool bag on the ground, purposely bending over when you grabbed your sunscreen to give him a view of your ass, your cheeks practically spilling out of your bottoms. 

You turned to look at him and had him right where you wanted him as you had caught him staring exactly where you wanted him to look. He had even pulled his sunglasses down so he could see it without the dark filter over his eyes. You sat down on the edge of the chair with your sunscreen and squeezed some of the stuff into your hands before extending one of your legs and applying it there. How was it that you made something so innocent look so fucking dirty? Eddie didn’t think it was very fair. 

You continued to apply the sunscreen to all of the places you could reach then turned your back to Eddie, passing the bottle to him. 

“Can you get my back?” You asked and Eddie was trying to not look so eager to say yes. 

“Sure,” he nodded even though you couldn’t see him and squeezed some of the stuff into his hand before rubbing it and you closed your eyes as his rough hands moved along your back. They were slow, as if he was doing it on purpose, and maybe he was, finding any excuse to touch you. 

Buck happened to be passing by the two of you as Eddie was finishing up and he stopped right in front of you, but you couldn’t see him since you had your eyes closed, partially because of the sun, and partially because of how good it felt to have Eddie’s hands on you. 

“Can I get you anything?” He asked and you rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing. You looked up at him and he had a smirk on his face that to anyone, would look normal, but to you, it was filled with mischief. But he wasn’t going to get to you, not this time. 

“And may I just say, Eddie, your hair looks really nice today. Did you do something different?” 

“I did, actually. I didn’t put gel in it. And can I get a whiskey on the rocks?” Eddie asked, turning his attention to Buck, his hands moving up to your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. 

“Of course, and it looks really nice. Much better than the gel,” Buck nodded. “And for you?” He turned his direction towards you and you could see that he was not happy to ask that question. 

“I’ll have an espresso martini.” 

“I’ll have those right out for you,” Buck replied before hurrying off to get your drinks. God, how fucking horrible was his luck that his best friend was on a date with his crush and that said crush seemed to be more into you. Clearly he had to have been to have asked you on a date instead of Buck. 

Buck eyed you and Eddie the whole time, muttering to himself as he waited for your drinks. Once he had them on his tray, he plastered on a smile and headed back over to the two of you just in time to see Eddie press a kiss to your cheek. 

“Here are your drinks,” Buck announced as he held out the tray for the two of you to take the beverages from them. “Enjoy,” he nodded with a wink at Eddie but Eddie stopped him before he could get away. 

“Wait,” Eddie grabbed onto Buck’s wrist and the man turned to look at him. “Look,” he said and the two of you gave him his attention. “I can see that you’re both interested with all of our flirting over the past week and the tension and I don’t want this to be a competition.” He reached into the pocket of his swim trunks and pulled out his keycard before holding it out to the both of you. 

“If you’re up for it, I think that the three of us could have a lot of fun. I’ll be waiting upstairs and if you don’t come, I understand. But I’d really like you to.” 

With that, he fled the pool and headed back up to his room, leaving you and Buck to make a decision. You turned to him and eyed the card in your hand, the words that just left Eddie’s mouth absolutely not being on your bingo card. 

You had never been proposed with a threesome, but the thought of it sounded hot. And you’d be with Buck, someone you trusted with your life, so if something went wrong, at least he’d be there too. You were honestly into the idea the more you thought about it. 

“What do you think?” You asked him and he looked deep in thought. Buck had never had a threesome either, so he wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. But it sounded enticing, the thought of getting with two people at once was definitely something he was into. 

“Fuck it,” he shrugged. “I’m down if you are.” 

“It won’t be weird?” You and Buck had slept together a few times, but that was just with each other. Adding another person will definitely be different, but you were willing to try and apparently, so was Buck. 

“I don’t think so. Do you think it will be?”

“Maybe not. Let’s go,” you held out your hand and he took it before helping you up from the lounge chair, and lucky for him, it was just in time for him to clock out.  

-

Your heart thudded in your chest as you and Buck stood in the elevator. You were about to be on Eddie’s floor and you couldn’t believe that you were about to have a threesome with your best friend and the hot stranger that you were just on a date with. There must have been something you had done in a past life to have been so lucky as to have been wanted by two of the hottest men you had ever seen.

Buck pulled you to Eddie’s room and he gingerly unlocked the door with the key he had been given. He pushed the door open and there Eddie was, sitting in the chair that was by the window, a pleased smile on his face. 

“I was beginning to think that you weren’t going to come.” Buck almost wanted to tell him that he was very close to actually doing so. He could feel his cock tightening in his jeans as the sight of Eddie in his very tight,very short swim trunks. Eddie’s eyes moved from Buck to you and he grabbed you by the back of the neck, pressing his lips to yours in a hot, rough kiss, taking no time to stick his tongue in your mouth. 

Buck wasn’t even feeling jealous anymore, because watching his best friend making out with his crush was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. His cock was full-on tenting in his pants and he didn’t even mind just standing there and watching. He moaned as he stuck his hand down his pants, desperate to take care of himself when Eddie pulled his hand away. 

“Let me,” he said and went to unbutton Buck’s pants, looking up at him for approval. Buck nodded furiously and Eddie pressed a rough kiss to his lips before pulling down his pants and boxers, his very hard, very leaky cock. Eddie spit into his hand and grabbed hold of the base, giving it a few slow pumps to get him started then began to move faster, Buck moaning loudly as the sensation. 

You watched the two of them and felt a puddle forming in your swimsuit as you watched them, suddenly feeling the urge to clean Buck up, not wanting all of that cum to go to waste. You felt drool pooling in your mouth as you thought about having it in your mouth, sucking him off as he let out screams of euphoria. 

“Yeah, you like that?” Eddie asks. “You look so hot when you cum.” His voice was so rough and sexy that Buck swore he was going to cum right there. And he did, letting out his loudest moan as he reached his climax, throwing his head back as he did so. 

Eddie pulled away and Buck swore he was going to come undone as Eddie licked the cum from his hand, getting every last drop. As he did so, you got onto your knees in front of him with every intention of licking him clean, desperate to have him in your mouth. 

“Can I clean you up?” You asked, batting your eyelashes and Buck nodded furiously. 

“Fuck yes,” he moaned and without hesitation, you wrapped your hand around the base and took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip as he grabbed fistfuls of your hair, giving it a yank as you gave him a hard suck. 

“Oh my god,” he moaned. “So good, you have no idea.” Sure, Buck had thought about what it would have been like to have you suck him off every once in a while, but if he had known that it would have been that good, he would have asked you to do it a long time ago.

You moved your tongue to wherever you could get it then eventually removed your hand and forced him further into your mouth. Your eyes were watering as it hit the back of your throat. But you didn’t mind. You continued to suck, even harder this time and Buck gave your hair a yank as he threw his head back, feeling his knees buckle as you licked and sucked up every last drop of his cum. 

“Holy shit,” Eddie rasped. “Can I be next?” He was going to cum right there watching how much Buck was enjoying himself. 

“Fucking shit,” Buck moaned again. “Think I’m gonna-” Just as the words left his mouth, a wad of cum hit the back of your throat. You pulled him out of your mouth and you stood, grabbed Buck by his face, forcing him to look you in the eye as you swallowed and he fell onto the bed behind him in reaction as he tried his best to pull his underwear back up.

“Fuck,” he said in between breaths. “Think I need a break.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, taking no time to stick your tongue inside his mouth and he moaned as it scraped against his and just as he was about to moan again, you pulled away. 

“You take a break, baby,” you told him, turning to Eddie. “It’s Eddie's turn.” He watched your eyes fill with lust as you grabbed onto him, pressing a messy kiss to his lips. You then pushed him onto the bed and he fell, landing right next to Buck who moved to sit on his knees, desperate to see the action even if he wasn’t in it.

You straddled Eddie’s waist and reached behind you, slowly untying it and letting it fall to the side of Eddie before pushing it into the floor. Both Buck and Eddie eyed your tits and you were eating up the way they were staring at them, looking like they wanted to devour you. 

“Can’t believe you hid these from us for so long,” Buck reached up and touched your hard nipple with the pad of his thumb. “From me.”

“Yeah? You wanna suck on them?” You turned to him, moved from side to side, making them move with you. 

“Please,” he begged and hearing the whine in his voice was making you even more wet than before. 

“What about me?” Eddie asked as he sat up. He had put on a pout and you couldn’t believe that he actually thought that you would leave him out. 

“I have two, don’t I?” You bat your eyelashes as you climbed off Eddie and slowly laid down with your back against the mattress. “Go on,” you urged. “You know you wanna. 

Buck was the first to dive in, pressing kisses to your collarbone before going in for a light suck. He kissed his way all the way down to your left tit, bringing your entire nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He then gave it a rough suck and seeing the way you were coming undone, Eddie dove in for the other one. You gripped the comforter as they did their work, licking and sucking, making absolute pleasure roll through you as you moaned and moaned again. 

“Holy shit,” you whined. “How do you both do it so well?” Just when you thought you were reaching your climax, Buck brought your nipple between his teeth and gave it a little nipple, causing your back to arch as you orgasmed, a loud moan escaping your lips. 

“Do that again,” you said between breaths and Buck did as you asked and Eddie mimicked it, seeing what was being done out of the corner of his eye, causing your hands to move to the back of their heads, grabbing fistfulls of their hair and giving it a hard yank. 

“I’m coming,” you told them as your back arched once again and they pulled away, turning to each other with smirks as you laid there, your tits shining with their spit and the area around nipples turning a reddish purple. 

“We can clean you up,” Eddie said as devilish smirks made their way upon their faces. 

“Yeah,” Buck agreed. “Bet you taste heavenly.” 

The three of you were overstimulated, but that didn’t mean that either of you wanted to stop. Eddie pushed you against the bed and both Buck and Eddie took one of your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed as they got onto their knees. Buck was the one to remove your swimsuit bottoms and once they were off, he tossed them to the side and spread your legs wide, both of them letting out dramatic whistles as they caught sight of your sopping wet cunt. 

“Why didn’t you tell us you were so soaked?” Eddie asked. 

“Yeah, we could have taken care of you much earlier,” Buck added. 

“I think this might be the wettest pussy I’ve ever seen, wouldn’t you agree, Evan?” Eddie smirked at the man to his right and Buck smirked right back. 

“Oh yeah,” Buck nodded, then they each threw a leg over one of their shoulders and shoved their faces into your cunt. Buck went for it and buried his tongue inside of you while 

Eddie suckled on your clit, both of them working as a team to bring you as much pleasure as possible. 

“Oh my god, oh my god,” you whimpered through breaths, your hands gripping the bedding again, feeling sweat collecting in your hands. 

They both lapped up your slick as Buck swirled his tongue inside of your cunt, hitting just the right spot, causing you to let out a scream. You could feel your vision go hazy as you reached your climax just as Eddie grazed your clit with his teeth, driving you absolutely wild. His tongue swiped to the right and touched Bucks just as the two of them were pulling away, having gotten just about every last drop of your delicious slick as soon they pulled out of your cunt, they turned to each other, pressing their lips together, desperate for the taste of you on each other’s tongues. 

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned. “She tastes even better on your tongue.”

Their tongues tangled together and they both moaned at the sensation. Before they could stop themselves, Eddie’s swim trunks and Buck’s underwear were discarded in a messy pile on the floor. Buck helped Eddie from the bed and grabbed a condom, rolling it onto his cock. He then bent Eddie over the end of the bed, slamming his dick into him. 

Eddie let out a loud moan as Buck grabbed onto his hips, roughly thrusting in and out of him. Eddie gripped onto the bedding so hard that his knuckles were turning white as another moan escaped his mouth. 

“Yeah? You like that? Wish I could see your face so I could watched you come undone,” Buck said and you sat up, the look on Eddie’s face, looking just as hot as you ever could have imagined. 

“He looks so fucking hot, Evan,” you told him and that made Buck thrust the fastest and hardest he could. You were quick to grab your purse and pull out your compact mirror. You opened it and quickly climbed back onto the bed, turning it around so Evan could see exactly what Eddie looked like. 

“Shit, she was right. You look so fucking hot. Taking me so well, Edmundo.” He then took hold of Eddie’s face, forcing him to look at his own reflection. “See how hot you look, babe?” He asked. 

Eddie let out another moan as he watched himself in the small mirror, not thinking much about what he looked like during sex, but now that he was seeing it, he finally understood all of the compliments he got about how he looked when he came. 

“I look hot,” Eddie replied and Buck gave his ass a slap, causing Eddie to let out a yelp. 

“Yeah, you do. Got one more in you?”

“Yes,” Eddie sighed and Buck continued to thrust the fastest and hardest he could and Eddie finally reached his orgasm, Buck not long after him. As soon as they both came down from the high, Buck pulled out and disposed of the condom. 

“Do you maybe want to take this to the shower? I really need to clean up.” You asked, biting down on your bottom and they turned to each other, nodding furiously at each other. 

“And I need to be fucked too. Seeing you two together made me jealous.” You grabbed onto each of their hands and pulled them to the bathroom. You decided the shower seemed plenty big enough for the three of you as Buck turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. 

While he did that, you pulled Eddie into a kiss, your hands moving to his waist, pulling him as close to your as possible. One hand rested at your back while the other trailed down to your cunt, his fingers moving back and forth across it, but not actually entering you. 

“Eddie, please,” you whined and he just chuckled, wanting to hear you whine for him some more.

“Gonna need for you to beg for it. C’mon, honey. You can do it,” he urged, his fingers moving even slower and it was driving you crazy not having his fingers inside of you yet. 

“Evan, need your fingers, please.” That seemed to be enough because as soon as the words left your mouth, he shoved his fingers up your cunt, causing you to come undone. 

“Need me to take care of your pussy, huh?” He asked as he pumped his fingers in and out of your still sopping wet cunt. “I can fuck you so good.”

“God, yes please.”

Eddie removed his fingers from you and pushed you into the shower, Buck following behind and closing the door. Eddie shoved you against the wall and pounded into you. He pumped in and out while Buck stood to the side, perfectly content with getting off by watching you. Eddie continued to pound into you, grabbing the backs of your thighs and lifted you off your feet. You wrapped your legs around his waist, Eddie fitting all of himself inside of you as he moved the fastest he could. 

Buck swore he was going to lose as he watched Eddie fuck into you, entirely unsure whether he wanted to be you or Eddie, but either way, he thought it was fucking hot. He watched you come completely undone and had never been so attracted to you in his entire life. Now he was wanting to be the one who made you feel absolutely euphoric as he pounded into you again and again until you could barely walk. 

“Look so fucking good wrapped around me, goddamn,” Eddie groaned as he pressed his lips to yours, the kiss sloppy and sloven. 

“And you feel so good, Eddie. I could let you do this all night.” That was just what he needed to hear to encourage him to move harder and faster, your back continuously hitting the wall as he did so. His cock hit just the right spot and you swore you could see stars as you hit another orgasm, the feeling tearing through your body as you let out a loud moan. 

Your body collapsed onto Eddie’s and he pulled out, before setting you back on your feet. His lips attached to yours again and his tongue slid into your mouth before he pulled away from you completely. 

“You want a turn, Ev?” You asked, beckoning him forward and he stepped over to you, feeling a bit hesitant. 

“You sure?” Eddie had just pulled out of you and he just wanted to make sure that it was what you wanted. 

“I can always just take care of it myself if you’d rather,” you joked, but Buck clearly didn’t get it. 

“Please do,” he nodded. “Wanna see your fingers fuck you. Don’t you Eddie?” 

“Fuck yes,” Eddie nodded enthusiastically. You moved underneath the water and slowly moved your hand down to your body slowly, heading straight for your cunt. You shoved your fingers inside you and let out a moan at the sensation. 

You pushed your fingers in and out of your pussy and both men could feel themselves getting hard as they watched you pleasure yourself. Your other hand held onto the wall for support as you threw your head back, your eyes shutting tight as your fingers hit just the right spot, making you moan. 

Your eyes opened and you looked at both men in front of you, slowly moving your fingers towards your mouth and giving them a suck and they both moaned loudly as they watched you lick the slick clean from your fingers. 

“Holy shit,” Buck whined. 

“Goddamn,” Eddie rasped. “That’s hot.” 

You pulled your fingers out of your mouth then grabbed onto Buck’s shoulder’s pressing your lips to his, pushing your tongue into his mouth before swirling it around. His hands moved down and grabbed your ass, giving it a squeeze and you gasped into his mouth. 

He then pushed you against the wall, fucking into roughly and you both moaned as he entered you. He fucked into you much rougher than Eddie but that was how you liked it. Your legs wrapped around his waist just like you did with Eddie’s and Buck pinned your arms to the wall as he inserted all of himself into you. 

“Evan, oh my god. More.” Eddie moved to the side so he could watch the two of you, his dick getting hard at the sight of Buck fucking you. 

“Look at you,” he said. “Taking him so well, baby.” 

“You really are. You like it when I fuck you like this, huh?”  He began to thrust so hard that his balls were slapping against you and you were already on the verge of cumming for the final time. 

“Fuck yes,” you moaned as you reached your climax and Buck was quick to pull out before setting you back on the floor. Your legs felt like jello and you were so blissed out that you felt like you could fall asleep right there. 

“Alright, time to get out,” he held onto you and helped you out of the shower while Eddie turned off the water before grabbing towels for all three of you. 

“We didn’t even shower,” you slurred and they both just chuckled. 

“Next time,” Eddie assured as he wrapped you up in a towel as you held onto Buck’s shoulder so you wouldn’t fall to the floor. The two of them helped you dry off then dried off themselves. 

“Next time?” You asked, confused. 

“Oh, honey,” Eddie laughed, pulling you into a kiss. He then gave one to Buck, making sure to not leave him out. “That was just a taste.” With that, he grabbed both of you by the hand and led you back out to his room to give you each something to wear before you all climbed into bed together, the three of you already looking forward your next threesome together.