#will you wip

[disasterbuck]

I have a NEED for more 44 "will you...?" pretty please???

ask and ye shall receive

Eddie continued to stand, rocking back and forth slightly on his heels and chewing at his bottom lip.

"Are you doing anything this Friday night?" he asked finally.

"Nope," Buck said, linking his hands together in his lap to keep from fidgeting. His heart was starting to race now. Eddie looked so nervous… and there was only one reason Buck could think of for why that would be.

"Great," Eddie said. Buck watched his Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed. "Well, uh, I was wondering… Would you maybe—?"

"Yes."

Pausing with a frown, Eddie asked, "What?"

Buck smiled shyly up at him. He probably should have let Eddie finish his question, but the answer had burst from him so eagerly. Once he'd realised what Eddie was about to ask he just couldn't wait anymore.

"I said yes," he repeated, then stood up so that they were equal with each other and reached a hand out. "Yes, Eddie. I'd love to go on a date with you."

Eddie's frown slid from his face, leaving behind a look of dismay.

Buck felt as though someone had dropped a stone down his throat.

"Was that… not what you were going to say?" he asked slowly, curling his fingers into a fist as he lowered his hand to his side again.

Looking extremely pained, Eddie said, "Uh… no. Um. I was gonna ask if you could watch Chris for me."

Forcing himself to nod, Buck pushed down his disappointment and pasted on a smile.

"Of course!" he said cheerfully. "I'd love to! Just let me know what time, you know. I'll bring some of my new lego blocks over."

"Buck…" Eddie said slowly, eyebrows drawn together.

"What's on Friday anyway?" Buck asked, talking over him so that he could avoid the questions Eddie would no doubt have. "Where are you gonna be?"

In the silence before Eddie answered, Buck realised he'd asked the wrong question.

"I uh… I have a date," Eddie murmured.

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[calyssmarviss]

now this one i never posted before

[givemeureyes]

day 1 without ao3: i have gone through all 5 stages of grief multiple times and have invented a 6th. i will not disclose what the 6th stage of grief is.

[hotcinnamonsunset]

a whale of a good time🐋

[justl-12]

a pirate and a fish

This is in reference to when pearl was in the water and gem was on land, and the fact pearl wore a fish head most of the time.

[batbabydamian]

rooftop storytime with Dick and Damian

for fellow Dynamic Duo 2.0 enjoyer @gotham-snark!! wanted to complement her amazing art here!! 🥺💙

[kokoasci]

every few months i remember how cool his design is

[lacquerheadd]

silly sketch of my man

[moondirti]

MDNI. dubcon. objectification. degradation. humiliation. guys being gross. female reader. fingering. cunnilingus. pussy slapping. brief aftercare. an absurd amount of filth for something so short.

price helping you get over your fear of humiliation by inviting the guys over and prying your pussy open for them, half-slouched on his lap with your legs held up in the air :( they’re so mean about it, too. cooing condescending compliments, curling their nasty hands around your jaw to keep your head in place as they pet your most vulnerable places, like you’re the winning pup at a dog show and not a whole human—entitled to any boundary you set, regardless of how your husband feels.

they pay no heed to your protests, though. actually, the men avoid addressing you at all. rather, all their personal, invasive questions are directed to price, who answers them with his own self-satisfied grin.

‘keeps clenchin’ around nothing, desperate thing. hole this willing deserves to be gaped. how often d'you stuff her?’ depends on if she's been good.

‘fookin’ drooched, cap. does she taste as guid as she looks?’ mm, better. smells like nectar too. take a whiff, son. don’ wash my beard afterward on the occasion, jus to keep her under my nose.

‘think i can thaw a winter’s worth of ice with this cunt alone. heat’s practically radiating off ‘er. pathetic slut.’ y’should see how much worse it gets after a good beating, lieutenant. swells up, and damn well sears my palm.

and of course they take it upon themselves to test the validity of his answers. kyle works four fingers into you, then his thumb, stretching you open for his probing, angling your hips up to the light so that your insides are illuminated for his curious eye. if price didn’t have his rough hands anchored to the underside of your knees, you would have kicked his prized sergeant off.

embarrassment washes your neck in warmth, lashes droopy with fat tears. all your husband does to comfort you is place a scratchy kiss to your shoulder, soft hushes tickling your skin.

then, soap intercedes to shove his nose to your mons. he doesn’t just take a whiff — rather, he sucks in the sweet-sour tang your slick provides, testing it in both scent and taste. his hot tongue laves over where kyle’s fingers had been, incisors nibbling at the ripe bud of your clit. mortifying pleasure sinks low, sloshing in your belly’s bed. though you did not expect him to be, he isn’t modest about it. soap presses completely into your pussy, muzzle lacquered with wetness that rivals yours.

your whimpers devolve into moans. loud, a little unhinged. you’ve always played at dressing them up around price, worried that he’d turn away if your face screwed too tight, or your pleasure made itself known beyond what directly serves him. it’s exactly the habit that got you into this mess; and as you lose yourself to the scene, you can feel his delight blossoming against your back.

ghost scares you the most. he lets you have your orgasm, towering behind the man between your legs, but does not let him revel in it, yanking him back by his mohawk at the first twitch of your toes. in the fervour, you have hard time remembering what you should expect. especially when he doesn’t get to it immediately, wiping the gloss off your plush cunt. his callouses rash you, gritty, abrading the soft surface of your skin. it is only when you wince do his eyes crinkle in a manner cruel enough to evoke what’s to come.

but it’s too late to prime yourself. his hand flies back, coming back twice as fast to strike dead centre between your legs. it hurts. hurts so much more than it ever has before, your body unused to unrestrained strength. you scream, throat mangling around the rough cut of it, fighting wildly against price until you manage to escape his hold. immediately, instead of running away, you twist backwards, burying your face into his neck, calming yourself by taking deep breaths of his cologne. something heady — leather, tobacco, sandalwood — bridges the synapses in your brain, numbs the pain, if only a little.

“shhh, little one. you’re alright. it’s okay. doing so good for us.” he soothes, rubbing your sweaty back. the world narrows to just you and him, his men reduced to mere afterthoughts. to be dealt with later — though you doubt the conversation will be anywhere near reprimanding, more likely to end with a bottle of scotch split between four, approving slaps to the captain’s back, than it ever will in your defence.

“n-ne- never a-ga…”

“come, now. let’s not be brash, mm. i promised them a pump each. ‘n’ what kind of host would i be if i didn’t make good on that?”

[ao3-crack]

(x)

[akiiame-blog]

I liked this little moment here. Canonically anxious-but-well-hidden Mario my beloved 💕

[disasterbuck]

Hiii Anna 💕💕💕

Ooh so many of these wips sound so good!

1,3,6,9,32,34,44

-❤️🪐

hiii tysm 🥰 hope you enjoy these snippets!! 💕

archer

Buck stared at Eddie. He wanted him so much his chest ached with it, but he was terrified to make a move. Eddie was his best friend, and what if making a move made things awkward between them? What if Eddie wasn't even interested to begin with? What if he was interested, they made a go of it, but then things didn't work out?

Buck didn't think he could cope with losing his best friend. Eddie was the best friend he'd ever had, possibly the only best friend he'd ever had. All other friends had been casual. He was liked by many people because he strove to be accepted, but never before had he had someone as important as Eddie in his life.

He didn't want to lose him.

boxer briefs

Buck also came to a stop, feeling his cheeks turn pink and resisting the urge to put his hands in front of his crotch; he wasn't naked after all. But he was painfully aware that he had a hell of a lot of skin on show right now and Eddie was definitely not staring at his face.

"Hey," Buck said, the word coming out as a bit of a squeak. "Sorry, I uh—"

"I think I'm gay," Eddie said.

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buck zoned out/daydreaming

"I don't know what you mean," Buck said, avoiding the truth and telling himself to stop looking at Eddie's mouth.

"Yes you do," Eddie said, his lips curving into a smirk and his arms coming up to rest on the wall on either side of Buck's head.

Now boxed in, Buck had nowhere to go. Eddie was leaning in closer, closer, and Buck's skin felt like it was on fire. He wanted to reach out and grab Eddie, pulling their bodies together and kissing him passionately.

"Buck?"

"Yes Eddie?" he asked quietly.

"Can you help me with this?"

Suddenly snapping out of his daydream, Buck –

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chris watches

Weeks passed. Christopher watched his dad and his Buck continue to smile and laugh and hang out together. They always spent time with him as well, but now that Chris was paying attention he realised that there were a lot of times when the two adults would hang out by themselves as well.

They would be having dinner and his dad would say something like, "the other day when Buck and I..." and he wasn't talking about work.

His dad and his Buck hung out on days off while Chris was at school, going to see movies or just going for drives or finding projects to work on together around the house. The more he became aware of it, the more Chris realised they were together way more than he had thought they were. It was like they were joined at the hip.

And he began to wonder... were they already together?

And if they were, why were they keeping it from him?

nightlight

A crack of lightning split the sky and Buck cringed, trying not to react lest someone realise he was afraid.

They were out for dinner together, safe inside a restaurant. But it was storming outside and Buck had a clear view out the window, plus the thunder was loud enough to be heard above the constant chatter every now and then.

Feeling a hand on his arm, he looked over to see Eddie with his head close.

"You okay?"

"Of course," Buck said with an easy grin. "Why wouldn't I be?"

oh buck

"I'm coming in."

Turning the handle, Eddie opened the door and found himself looking down on Buck's hunched form. The other man was sitting on the tiles, curled inwards with his hands wrapped around his head. For someone so tall and strong, he looked incredibly small and fragile.

"Oh, Buck…" Eddie whispered, carefully crossing over to him and sitting down too. He ran his fingers through some of Buck's hair before wrapping himself around him, holding him securely. "I'm here," he murmured. "I've got you."

will you...?

"I said yes," he repeated, then stood up so that they were equal with each other and reached a hand out. "Yes, Eddie. I'd love to go on a date with you."

Eddie's frown slid from his face, leaving behind a look of dismay.

Buck felt as though someone had dropped a stone down his throat.

"Was that… not what you were going to say?" he asked slowly, curling his fingers into a fist as he lowered his hand to his side again.

Looking extremely pained, Eddie said, "Uh… no. Um. I was gonna ask if you could watch Chris for me."

Forcing himself to nod, Buck pushed down his disappointment and pasted on a smile.

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[halucynator]

okay so literally everyone is doing this so i decided to try it bc why not (i need the motivation bc i honestly CAN do it im just too lazy but if i promise people thennn !!)

okay so if you get this post to 6.9k by new years (i love how impossible im making it lmao) i will do the following things:

1. i will go finish all of my drafts (i have 7 wip's some of which might not be posted)

2. i will try to sleep on time next year.

3. i will talk this girl that i really wanna be friends with.

(i'll prolly do the first one either way lmao ☠️)

[salamispots]

dream wip

[hotcinnamonsunset]

🎣lure me in, baby!

[lovifie]

Soon, on Lovifie's blog... [Full thing]

Highschool sweetheart Simon Riley, that breaks your heart on prom night when he tells you that he is enlisting in a week. Never hearing back from him again until he knocks at your door in the middle of the night, 18 years later, asking if he can spend the night.

Only he is technically using your little home as a safe house for him and the 141; and later when he thinks everyone is asleep he sinks his thick hard cock deep into your soaking cunt to show his gratitude for opening your door for him.

Whispering apologies and promises of sticking around this time, as the tip of his leaking dick kisses your cervix making you roll your eyes.

Your feet sitting on top of his to have some leverage as he bends you over the kitchen counter, interlocking his fingers with you as he kisses your cheek.

His forehead resting on your temple as he confesses how he thought about you every single day of the last two decades, how he is going to come back and marry you, how good you feel wrapped around him, how he is so close to filling you up.

And the next morning when the team wakes up and sees you two sleeping in each other's arms, they don't comment; simply waking Simon up.

He says goodbye with a kiss in your lips and a promise to come back in his.