#he does it on purpose just to see buck get all pouty

[skateboardtotheheart]

picturing future bucktommy where buck repeatedly tries to get tommy to dress up for a theme or match with him or something and tommy just repeatedly does the Bare Minimum with some excuse like he used at the bachelor party, not even because he doesn't want to do it but because he thinks it's hilarious how buck gets all puffed up or pouty about it

(he always "eventually" gives in but secretly had everything all ready to go for days now, he just isn't gonna admit that to buck)

[sevensoulmates]

Buddie 7x06 Meta

HURRAH! It's not a four-parter this time!! Just a one-parter! It's a Madney/Chim-centric episode (which by the way I loved) but the buddie we got was AMAZING! I'm so excited for the rest of the season. We're just gonna dive right in!

First, I want to say that with the hindsight of this episode, we now know that the bachelor party was not ACTUALLY something that needed to happen, narrative-wise. It didn't actually contribute anything to the Chim plot, as that would've happened with or without buddie going crazy in the hotel room. So, all of the Bachelor Party was written purely for the purpose of watching Buck and Eddie have a good time. Maybe for comedic relief, maybe for the purposes of furthering their story at a later point in the series. Time will tell.

First, I've seen other people point out that Buck expected Eddie to be early (even though he's the first person there) because he wanted Eddie to help him set up for Chim's party. To Buck, Eddie is the person who helps him with everything. This is Buck's idea, yes, but Eddie is the proverbial co-host in this married dynamic. So Eddie being "late" feels more like Buck being disappointed his partner wasn't there to help him behind the scenes to make everything perfect. It really does make the whole scene feel like Buck-and-Eddie (the bro-in-laws) throwing the party. So of course Eddie's breaking the unspoken rules by being late.

I love how Eddie walks in completely ready to be fawned over by Buck with their couple's outfit. It's hilarious to me because 1.) Tommy was planning on coming, Buck could've told Eddie he wanted to do a couple outfits with Tommy instead?, and 2.) Eddie was fishing for compliments and it just makes me giggle. If Buck wasn't so stressed out over this bachelor party, he likely would've reacted how Eddie wanted and given him a bunch of compliments on his look. It was jaw-dropping. If most of us (the audience) were blown away seeing Eddie in a pink suit for the first time in the bts (to the point where most of us were like "no way he's in character, this has to be Ryan's wardrobe choice"), I know that the other characters were too. It's not Eddie's typical wardrobe choice. In fact, it's such an out-of-character fashion choice for him, that it's unlikely that Eddie just had this lying around in his closet to throw on. He probably had to go and buy a suit like this just for the occasion. Eddie had to put in a lot of effort to do this couple's costume with Buck, and he did it all happily and enthusiastically. We'll come back to this in just a second because...

CLIPBOARD BUCK IS BACK! sans clipboard but you get my drift. I love how this visually connects Buck to his sister and harkens back to a lovely Buddie moment "This is Eddie's house, I'm not really a guest" back in season 3. This time around, we have Eddie assuming he would get special husband privileges and is pouty when Buck doesn't allow it.

BUT at the same time, he's not getting on Buck's case too much about it beyond the initial pouting. He may not know why Buck's so insistent on throwing a party, but he knows it's what Buck wants, so he moves on, and even watches with somewhat amusement when clipboard Buck gets turned on Ravi for doing the same thing later.

I also want to point out that Eddie has never once, ever, been upset with, annoyed by, or irritated with Buck when he's in Clipboard Buck mode. Most of the time, Eddie either finds it amusing cute, or is just generally accepting of it. This is no exception, however, this later devolves into Buck and Eddie going absolutely wild. This further exemplifies how Buck and Eddie accept and support each other, even when the other is being lowkey stupid (everything they do at the bachelor party) or unreasonable (clipboard Buck). It's all very much partner in crime coded.

Framing. Jesus Christ the FRAMING. Tommy walks in and not even two seconds into the interaction, the camera frames Eddie FRONT AND CENTER between them, watching Buck and then watching Tommy. Buck and Tommy hug and when they pull back, there's Eddie watching them with an odd look on his face. I'm not going to go so far as to call this jealousy/pettiness, but it is odd. There's an intimate physical moment between Buck and Tommy, and then Eddie, who constantly haunts their narrative, is just there. And he's actually objecting to Tommy's presence there. Not in a mean or hostile way, but just a second ago he was high-fiving Tommy, welcoming him in, but once the physical special relationship between Buck and Tommy is established, Eddie starts to bristle a little bit.

This entire exchange is just odd. Eddie knows that Tommy is friends with Chim. He has every right to be there for Chim alone. He's also aware that Buck now has a closer relationship with Tommy, and Buck's the only one who wants this bachelor party, so it should be obvious that Tommy would come. And yet...Eddie is questioning Tommy's presence there. He's reducing Tommy to Buck's "date", not Eddie's friend or Chim's friend, or someone who's slowly integrating into the group. No, it only becomes a problem when Tommy is there as "Buck's date".

This is then proven by Tommy, who's actually known Chimney longer than either Buck or Eddie have known him. He has all the right to be invited. But what's especially interesting is Buck's face when Eddie starts expressing objections to Tommy's presence. He looks shocked, a little worried, loss for words. Like he's worried Eddie is disapproving of them. It could be worry lingering from last episode, where Buck was afraid of his queerness pushing Eddie away. It also showcases a bit of awkwardness between Tommy and Eddie too. Eddie has been established as enjoying spending time with Tommy, and now he's hesitant to have Tommy in spaces with Buck as a romantic partner. It demonstrates that maybe Eddie isn't as comfortable with Buck and Tommy together as he led Buck/the audience to believe. But where is that uncomfortablity stemming from? That's yet to be determined canonically.

Buck then goes on the deny that Tommy is his date (for the bachelor party) and insists that Tommy is only his date officially tomorrow at the wedding. I personally don't understand why Buck would need to clarify that Tommy isn't his date to the bachelor party. If they're dates for one, it's usually assumed they're dates for the other, especially given how close the events are. I get that Buck wants to make the night about Chimney, but it can be about Chimney and still have Tommy there as a date.

This is also an interesting line that I've pondered over. Because while it's true that taking Tommy as a date anywhere would be hard launching both Buck's queerness and his relationship with Tommy, which could draw attention away from Madney and to Buck, but it also shouldn't be that big of a deal (and is proven at the end of the episode too). If the wedding had gone to plan originally, then Buck and Tommy going together wouldn't have had to have drawn too much attention. He could've told Chim, Hen, his parents + everyone separately before the ceremony even began. It didn't have to be such a huge deal, so I was wondering why Eddie brings out the usual phrase the show tends to use when they want to remind Buck that not everything is about him. But Buck wasn't trying to make it about him. Eddie should know this. As much as Buck has had issues in the past of taking things far too personally, and believing things to be more about him than they actually are, that's not what is happening here.

I actually think Eddie saying this line is more revealing of Eddie's feelings than it is about Buck making it about him again. It's revealing that Buck, his relationship with Tommy, and Buck's queerness are a big deal to Eddie, enough so that he believes it will draw a lot of attention. And maybe Eddie's not as cool with the idea of everyone knowing about Buck and Tommy as he tells himself. I want to reiterate that I don't believe any of this stems from legit homophobia towards Buck and/or Tommy, but more so a discomfort Eddie harbors about Buck's queerness, what it means for Eddie, and what Buck being with Tommy takes away from Eddie. All of this is unconscious, confusing, and frustrating for Eddie, and therefore what comes out of Eddie's mouth is a barb at Buck's expense. And it's why his reaction to BuckTommy at the end of the episode is kind of muted but mostly positive. He's confused.

Buck had told Tommy previously that it was an 80s theme party and asked him to dress up. This brings me back to my previous point that Buck could've asked Tommy to dress up with him. Instead, Buck and Eddie are framed as the literal "couple" here visually, and Tommy is framed as the odd one out. Not only that, but what he is wearing is a Henley, which as most of us know, is a staple of Eddie's wardrobe. (General author's note: I don't usually harp on about wardrobe choices in the show because that's not my specialty but I will here because it is a textual part of the plot).

We've previously established in the last few episodes that Tommy is a narrative mirror to Eddie. Tommy's meant to be like Eddie in almost every way, same interests, similar personality types, etc. He's even paralleling Eddie here by dressing the same way Eddie normally dresses. But it's being juxtaposed by Eddie standing right beside him (once again Eddie is framed in the middle throughout this entire exchange with Buck/Tommy when Eddie very easily could've just stepped off to the side to let them have some privacy). EDDIE is dressed way differently than he usually is in a bright pink suit, going out of his way to make Buck happy even if it brings him out of his comfort zone wardrobe-wise. And in contrast, Tommy did not take the time to dress up, even though he knew Buck wanted him to. I'm not saying that this makes Tommy a bad person, or inconsiderate of Buck, but it's just one of those little things. One of those forethought things that Tommy just isn't aware of because he's only been dating Buck for a few weeks at this point.

Others have pointed out that Tommy would've had to change out of his clothes and into his uniform regardless if he was on standby, so why couldn't he have at least just added a little bit of 80s flair to his current outfit? It wouldn't have been any more time-consuming. Maybe it would've put Tommy out of his own comfort-zone, or maybe he would've been a bit embarrassed, but that's the kind of thing that one might reasonably risk in order to make their partner happy.

Tommy isn't aware that by not dressing up, he's hurting Buck's feelings. That's just one of those things he wouldn't know about Buck because he does not have the lived experience of what Buck needs emotionally from his partners. Eddie, on the other hand, has years of experience with Buck and knows that if he really wanted to he could be just like everyone else who didn't dress up and that Buck would put on a face of being fine with it, but deep down inside, it would make Buck feel ignored and hurt. Eddie doesn't want to ignore Buck, and as we've seen from his last line about "making it about you", Eddie can't ignore Buck. So even if it means pushing himself out of his comfort zone, Eddie's going to show up in full costume, ready and enthusiastic to be with Buck.

All of this is being done for a purpose. It's to show us that while Buck and Tommy are still learning and developing their relationship, something is off, specifically in comparison to Eddie. The show is purposely framing Eddie as a better partner to Buck than Tommy is being in the current moment. Which is kind of unfair, if you think about it. If the show was setting Tommy up to be Buck's newest love and future endgame, they would instead be giving them opportunities to grow together, to get to know each other. Instead, the show is telling us in every subtly way it can that hey, wouldn't Buck fit so much better with Eddie instead? It's contradictory and doesn't further the plot if BuckTommy growth was the purpose. These bachelor party scenes as plot devices only work if the purpose is to show the audience that something isn't fitting with Buck and Tommy, but whatever that missing piece is, it does fit with Buck and Eddie.

Tommy then doesn't understand that they're supposed to be dressed up as the Miami Vice characters. He instead assumes The Wedding Singer (1998). First, I want to say that this is the 2nd Adam Sandler/Drew Barrymore romcom that's been mentioned in canon in relation to Buck (the first being 50 First Dates in the season 5 finale) and as a huge fan of those movies, I'm fangirling. Second, it aligns with Tommy's s2 characterization where he loves romcoms (Love, Actually, and now The Wedding Singer). Third, it's an interesting choice from the writers here to pick The Wedding Singer as the movie that springs to Tommy's mind. There are plenty of 80s movies with bright colors that could've been name-dropped. They instead purposely went for a movie about the 80s but made in the late 90s, for the express purpose of having Eddie point out that Tommy's wrong. This is all very subtle, but it definitely does feel like Eddie is trying to lowkey one-up Tommy. But why would he feel the need to do this?

I've seen others point this out as well, but The Wedding Singer is about two people who are engaged to other people who are very obviously not right for them, though they might try to convince themselves differently. I rewatched the movie yesterday morning and I found it very enlightening. Adam Sandler's character is very much in love with Drew Barrymore's character, and almost tells her to leave her fiance for him, but in the end, he assumes incorrectly that she's happy with the other guy, and leaves them be. Drew Barrymore's character was ready to settle with someone she didn't fully love for security, and the only reason she doesn't tell Adam Sandler's character the truth is because she thinks he's still in love with his ex. It's all very miscommunication-y, but at the same time, it's reflective of Buck and Eddie's characters currently too given that neither of them really knows what they're looking for, they're just seeking a feeling, and may or may not be finding it in their current respective partners. But in the end, even after all the miscommunications, there's a HEA in The Wedding Singer.

Something else of mention was how in the movie, Adam Sandler's character was asked how he knew that things weren't working out with his ex and he said something along the lines of "It was the little things. Like, one time we were going to the Grand Canyon, and I had never been there before and she had, and instead of letting me take the window seat in order to see the beauty of it from above, she took the window seat for herself." This reminded me of this scene with Tommy, where it's just the little things that aren't fitting between him and Buck. I will come back to the topic of BuckTommy and misalignment later.

There have been many posts discussing how Crockett and Tubbs are another one of those "manly" buddy-cop pairings who were very queer-coded best friends who obviously never got together. Many people believed Crockett to be bi-coded as well. What's interesting to me is that this marks the second/third time in the last two episodes where they argued about who is the bi-coded character. I just find it interesting meta-textually when you think about the fact that fans used to argue incessantly (still do honestly) about whether Buck or Eddie could be queer and now that Buck is confirmed to be queer, people argue that Eddie can't be queer now. Additionally (I don't watch Miami Vice but I looked at a lot of the pictures) it seems that visually, Eddie should be aware that he is dressed as Tubbs, since most of pictures of them feature Crockett in blue/green semi-casual and Tubbs in pink/elevated suits. Visually, their roles should be obvious to anyone who is familiar with the show. Just like how Buck's queerness is now obvious. But now, the argument is well, there's an argument to be made that Eddie could be Crockett, and subtextually, also queer.

The narrative continues to hint with every single episode that passes that it's very likely Eddie will discover his own queerness at some point in the show. Just like there's no need for Buck and Eddie to argue over who gets to be Crockett, they can both be Crockett for christ's sake, they're both gonna end up queer. Of that I am certain.

So not only was Eddie totally down to clown with Buck at this karaoke bachelor party, but he was the one who suggested the couple's costume. We see more instances of Eddie not trying to tell Buck "hey, Chim said he didn't want a party, so don't do it", instead he goes along with it and finds a way to be even more enthusiastic about it. And I don't think that that was just because Eddie really wanted to party. I think it was because Eddie realizes that Buck must be wanting to do this for a reason. Possibly Buck might be doing this because he wants to show Chimney just how supportive he is of him and Maddie, maybe it's because Buck never got to be too involved with Maddie's last wedding because Doug hated him. Maybe this is his way of trying to make up again for his actions in season 5 when Maddie left and Buck didn't tell Chim. Or hell, maybe it's just now hitting Buck that he's going to have a brother, for real now, after realizing all he lost with Daniel, and wants to make this day special for Chim to showcase his appreciation of their brotherhood.

Buck is obviously overcompensating for something, and Chim and the rest of the gang don't realize why the bachelor party is so important to Buck. Hell, Eddie might not know entirely either, but he does sense that there is something more than just "I want to party" going on with Buck and this bachelor party. And so, as always, he is ride or die for Buck.

Then, when everyone else gets up to leave karaoke, Eddie doesn't even get up. He doesn't make it look like he's also considering leaving either. He doesn't check his watch or phone or make it seem like it's a burden or an inconvenience to be there or like there's somewhere else he'd rather be.

Once again, this scene with Tommy and Buck is framed with Eddie clearly in the picture, to show how he's just chilling, drinking, and ready to stick it out with Buck regardless of what happens. And then Tommy is the last one to finally leave and disappoint Buck that night.

And now I want to bring it back to BuckTommy, misalignment, and the ever-present Screaming Universe. If this was real life, it would just be a coincidence, but it's not. This is scripted fiction and everything is done with a purpose. What purpose did the writers have to get rid of Tommy but keep Eddie around to party with Buck all night long? If the writers wanted, they could've had Tommy stick around, more so to show a juxtaposition between the three of them hanging out. Or the writers could've had Eddie leave, and Tommy stay. It would've served the same purpose. Tommy still could've left the next morning for work and come back sooty for the kiss. Instead, the story/universe wanted Tommy to leave and this undeniably creates a micro-conflict between Buck and Tommy. It's undeniable that Buck is disappointed that Tommy's leaving and that he didn't really seem all that enthused to be there in the first place. Tommy then leaves, he's gone for the majority of the episode and comes back at the end. This is now a pattern for the third time in a row.

In Tommy's introduction episode 7x04, he and Buck have a moment at the beginning of the episode, a conflict between Buck and Tommy is introduced, Tommy is there a couple times throughout but he and Buck do not have any one-on-one scenes again until the end where their "miscommunication" is resolved by their kiss. In 7x05, they have their date at the beginning where weirdness happens and Tommy ends it, is gone the rest of the episode, until he returns at the end for Buck to make up with and rekindle. And now in 7x06, Tommy is there at the beginning, there's a misconnection, Tommy leaves for the rest of the episode, and they reconnect at the very end.

That's three whole instances of conflict with BuckTommy all written in a very similar way back to back to back. All of these conflicts revolve around the theme of misalignment and not knowing what they want personally nor what the other person wants. All of this harkens back to that first little moment with Buck and Tommy in 7x03 where Buck pats Tommy's arm, Tommy reaches to connect their hands and misses. I predicted that this would be a metaphor for the rest of their relationship, and so far I've been right. Because it seems like no matter how hard both of them try, they aren't quite connecting, not to the fullest. There is always a conflict that pops up that pulls them apart every single episode and they have to find ways to resolve this at the end. Again, if this was irl it'd be a different story, but as part of a narrative where they're not only trying to showcase Buck's first-ever queer relationship but also strongly comparing it to his "platonic" relationship with Eddie, it feels pointed and poignant. Buck and Tommy's constant misalignment feels like the "universe" trying to tell them something but they're not yet at the point of understanding what.

I highly doubt Buck would've wanted to party with a bunch of strangers if he wasn't feeling so disappointed by both Tommy and Chim. Eddie too, I'm wondering why he didn't want to go home or go be with Chris and visit his family. Or maybe go and see if maybe Marisol wanted to hang out. In fact, Marisol not being in this episode at all, or even mentioned, after the last episode is telling as well.

Many people have pointed out that the karaoke scene parallels Maddie and Chim, and this is even more pointed when the song that is playing when Maddie and Chim get married is Island in the Stream which is the song they first sang karaoke to. Buck and Eddie we know sing "What I Like About You" by the New Romantics, which Oliver, Ryan, and Tim all described as the best song for them to sing to/with each other at this point in time. I still think of it as canon even though we didn't hear it (I get why, they had little time and also licensing is expensive). This song is a romantic song, that's undeniable, and it also makes me think of Shrek and Fiona so it's double iconic. It's also an interesting choice in the moment where Buck is at a low emotional point, and Eddie chooses to stick around with him, indulge with him, and have fun together. It really is a great moment to show how not only are they there for each other in serious and emotional moments, but they also just enjoy spending time with each other, and would choose to spend time with each other any time they can.

Now I wanna talk about just how close physically Buck and Eddie get in this episode. For a lot of us, it's kind of whiplash because while Buck and Eddie have hugged and touched before, never so much in this way, or this much, or this intimately. Buck has his arm around Eddie's neck, their faces closer than they've probably ever been before? Buck is literally whispering into Eddie's ear ("keep on whispering in my ear, tell me all the things that I wanna hear because it's true, that's what I like about you") pulling Eddie into his chest. Eddie's leaning his entire upper body onto Buck, resting most of his weight on Buck. They're pressed together thigh to thigh, leaning their knees on each other. All of this demonstrates not just an emotional closeness, but a physical closeness (thank you, ABC, fuck u Fox), and not only that but an intimate physical closeness. All of this coming right after an episode where Buck came out. I love this because it shows a lack of Eddie being weirded out by being physically close to a queer man as a (seemingly) straight man. But it's also just so telling because Buck and Eddie have not been this physically close before....like ever...in this show. And now they are at the turning point of Buck's queerness being made textual and Eddie's queerness being STRONG subtext? Oh my goodness it's such strong storytelling.

This might be reading into it, and I acknowledge that, but this dialogue exchange felt to me less like they were talking about all the nameless people who were around them and more so like they were talking about each other. These are strangers, they don't know Chim, let alone love him. Neither do these people know/love Buck or Eddie. Instead, this conversation reads to me more like Buck talking about how Chim should be here because his friends (Buck, Eddie, Hen, etc) love him, and Eddie agrees. Looking even deeper, given that Chim didn't show up and the rest of their friends left them for the night, this feels more like Buck and Eddie talking about themselves. Because why is Eddie here? There's no reason for Eddie to be here partying it up except for the fact that he loves Buck and he wants to make him happy and enjoys spending time with him. This exchange is Buck recognizing that, and Eddie agreeing that he really, really does love Buck. And that's why their shenanigans continue as they all move on to Chim's hotel room.

They could've given up/left once Chim's door was locked, but Eddie encourages Buck to keep on going. Touching Buck like how Eddie loves to touch Buck, in the way that's most appropriate for them, on the shoulder like this. Then he kicks the door in and when Buck is ready to go wake Chim up to party, Eddie's like "Eh let him sleep", because, for Eddie, he doesn't really need Chimney around to have fun. Despite what they were just saying about bringing the party to Chimney so that Chimeny could feel the love too, Eddie's perfectly content just partying it up with Buck and only Buck.

These three clips in the bachelor party montage....I'm just gonna be frank with you, they're so obviously meant to look sexual. So CONTENT WARNING**** for me about to talk about sexual positions and such.

I don't have to tell you that although Buck and Eddie are technically partying with a bunch of other people, none of them are actually important. They're NPCs there to give Buck and Eddie an excuse to do all of this stuff with each other. So everything they do in this scene is more so a reflection of their relationship with each other, as well as their metaphorical queerness than it is about just general partying.

We know (due to bts) that at some point Eddie was leaning over to pour alcohol into Buck's mouth. It looks like Buck is leaning back on the couch in his most favorite/frequent canonical sex position (girl on top/riding) that we've seen in the past. This time with his mouth wide open with a phallic symbol pouring a liquid directly into his mouth. It looks like a blowjob/cum shot. Then we have Eddie with his clothes being pulled off and torn away. From the bts, we know that Buck is behind him and helps the girls pull off his sleeves. Other than the obvious "ripping each other's clothes off" metaphor, there's also the "orgasmic" look on Eddie's face as well. Others have also discussed how Eddie appears to be recreating the "crucifixion pose" /Jesus on the cross with his arms out like that in a reference to his catholic guilt arc and how before he's very much let that guilt control him and now in this scene with his close being ripped off, it can also be a metaphor for Eddie's eventually freedom from compulsory heterosexuality and guilt.

The last still with both Buck and Eddie vigorously shaking champagne bottles near the crotches (mimicking mutual masturbation) and then both of the champagne bottles "explode" mimicking both of them reaching a mutual climax, which then cuts immediately to both of them waking up the next morning. It's very very obviously a metaphorical gay sex scene.

Separately from that, I want to discuss this specific still, with both Buck and Eddie in between 2 very clear-as-day drag queens. This inclusion elevates the scene subtly yet very clearly to represent both Buck AND Eddie in proximity to queerness/the queer community. It further cements the queerness of this entire montage scene.

Finally, to conclude the bachelor party scenes, I just want to reiterate, that Buck and Eddie could've figured out Chim was missing any which way. They could've gone over the next morning w/o partying there. Buck could've gone by himself, etc. There were many ways the "Chim is missing" plot could've been done without needing to go this route for Buck/Eddie. Which means that this plot was not for any necessary reason other than to bring Buck and Eddie together.

Then while they're going on their chase to find Chimney, Buck and Eddie are paired up together the entire time, working together as a team, once again looking more like an established couple than anything else.

Then, as if fitting with the BuckTommy "beginning and ending only" episode pattern, Tommy comes back only at the very end of the episode, and he and Buck kiss, transferring soot onto Buck's face and providing a very quick and easy way to come out to all the rest of the people who haven't yet known about Buck. Most people look surprised, others smug (Henren, we'll get to them) and Eddie gives an interesting close-lipped smile. This moment in and of itself isn't very loud. His face is purposely vague here (hats off to Ryan, king of microexpressions). Of course, Eddie's going to look happy for them, he's not going to look jealous. But his smile could be brighter, his eyes could be warmer. There's again just something off about his expression there. I think it's confusing for a reason, because Eddie too is confused about everything he's feeling.

Hen is incredibly smart, so I'm not surprised that she clocked Buck's queerness a while ago. Her telling Karen this, and Karen's agreement means that this is something they likely discussed in private as well. In my opinion, if she was able to clock Buck, there's no way she hasn't also clocked Eddie. She just isn't saying anything because she's a respectful and empathetic person.

Hen wasn't really there for most of Buck's Tommy-arc, but she WAS front and center for all of Eddie's "performance anxiety" around dating women. Trust me, when Eddie figures it out and he and Buck finally get together, Henren will say something along these lines again, I'm certain of it.

And that's the end of this episode! It was such an emotional ride! I loved everything they did with Maddie and Chimney, and the Buddie plot was so fun! I had a blast, and I'm so excited for next week! I get the feeling the latter half of the season is gonna dive deeper into Eddie's storylines. Yay!

[johnslittlespoon]

Thinking about the exquisite imagery of Bucky shaving his mustache, while in contrast Buck let’s his scruff grow in. I can see it so clearly: Bucky shaves the ‘stach when they’re in the POW camp as a result of losing a bet (it’s highly probable he lost of purpose because he wants to give the men an opportunity to laugh it up). But it totally goes sideways once it becomes clear how young he looks without it. Buck on the other hand is stressing over this new change enough to forget to shave for a few weeks straight. Is this brain rot due to me thinking about Callum’s look in the Green Room combined with Austin’s look in the Bikeriders? Yes. Please send help.

in case anyone needs a lovely visual! (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

okay, while i PERSONALLY am in love with bucky's stache and feel like shaving it even in fiction would be an absolute travesty, i see the vision and i agree, i could totally see something like that happening.

john does it as a joke/for a bet and figures that hey, they're all gonna be stuck in the camp for a while anyway, chances are it'll grow back by the time it really matters. no big deal, and it gets laughs in a place where those are increasingly rare, even if he has to suffer through relentless teasing about his baby face for a few weeks.

gale does not deal with it nearly as well, however; it throws off any routine he's built and it feels ridiculous because it's just facial hair but it's such a big change after the monotony of day–to–day behind the fence that it's enough to rattle his brain. and letting his own facial hair grow out probably isn't even a conscious choice, almost like a mindless way of falling back into sync with john as both of theirs grows back.

if buckbucky is an established thing in this verse, we all know damn well john would be obsessed with gale's scruff, rubbing his own cheek up against it like a cat, thirsting over it and ogling him 24/7.

and the way it feels against his thighs, stubble burn leaving the sensitive skin a pretty pink when gale's face is between his legs...

john would be devastated and pouty when it comes time for him to finally shave it, but gale would promise him "when we get out, i'll let it grow back for a bit, yeah?" and that would perk him right up. <3

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

The Patchy × Bakugou agenda is on the lunch menu for me today. Because I'm an instigator.

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Thinking about the way Bakugou loiters when he’s ready to go to bed, but you aren’t biting yet. Maybe you’re writing, still, curled up on the couch. Or maybe you’re watching a movie that he chose not to, because he’s “tired," and let’s face it, hoped that if he said no and went to bed, you might just follow along (which you didn’t lol.) It’s so pathetic and romantic how bf!Bakugou just really doesn’t want to go to bed without you, ever. And he’s so pouty when he’s sleepy, slowly getting needier as the minutes pass.

This giant, formidable-to-the-public man, pacing in and out of the living room like a toddler waiting for his treat; peering at you from over his shoulder to see if you’re looking back (which you’re not lol.) You know exactly what’s happening. He’s just upset that you didn’t feed into his plan. You didn’t want to go to bed yet! And if he does, he can go without you. Right? But Bakugou isn’t one to give up.

So, it goes on like that, for like fifteen minutes. Him, trying to get your attention, walking in and out of the kitchen several times, and returning with nothing. Moving things around. Mumbling. Each time he emerges from your shared bedroom, shuffling his feet, you can feel him watching your face for a reaction, and stifle your silent giggle until he’s walked too far past you to see.

“Katsuki?” Your peer over the top of your laptop screen, the corner of your mouth pulled up.

“What, woman?” But there’s very little audible complaint. His grumble sounds hopeful, even.

“Thought you said you were going to bed? 30 minutes ago?”

He huffs, blushing in the light of the fridge door that he swings shut, again, without retrieving anything.

“Whatever.”

He doesn’t admit to what he’s waiting for. And when you don’t offer it, he stalks off into the bedroom, louder and more purposeful than the times before.

It’s not until another 15 minutes later that you hear the creak of door hinges, and the soft thudding of your giant boyfriend who stops underneath the archway, pillow clutched to his chest, and a miserable look on his face.  

“Hey, brat,” he grumbles, “could you stop torturing me now?”

“It’s not my fault you can’t sleep without me, Katsuki” The way you hang onto the ‘s’ for just a second, playfully, does it in for him.

“Shuddup,” he growls, tuning out your complaints as he comes to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you to bed. “Stop yer whinin’.”

Even in his tired state, he's grinning wickedly at how cute your soft little hands feel beating at his massively muscled shoulder. You plead a case that falls on selfish ears.

Once he’s finally got you tucked underneath him, squirming helplessly with your limbs half-heartedly pinned down by his own, all is right again in the world for Bakugou Katsuki. Your stubborn, insolent, sleepy baby of a boyfriend who nips and coos at you in attempt to pacify your ongoing complaints.

“You know I can’t sleep this early in this heat, Katsu!” Your voice has softened slightly from its playful edge. He can feel the win coming. You press your thighs together, and every now and then, amidst your adorable display of struggle, let your hips buck into his. 

“I’ll put yah to sleep, darlin’, don’t worry.”

shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up

Stop enabling my frustrating crush on him Gracie! 😠 I don't like that I like him and you keep putting him in these endearing situations and it ain't HELPING! 😠

But no.... you are correct. It would take a long while before Bakugou even gets used to sleeping next to someone, he so finely tuned his sleep that adding some lent itself to weeks of adjustment. But now that he's used to it it's a fair assumption that he can't get any sleep without his partner as a teddy bear.

And no, he will not compromise. 😒

You could relent and start going to bed at 8:00 pm like the loser he is and snuggle with him, on your phone as he pins you to the mattress to use you as a pillow. But the man will start to get grumpy cause the light of your phone makes it hard for him to sleep! He'll complain and tell you to 'turn that shit off, it's not good for your eyes!' as a way to try and make it seem like it's for YOUR benefit which maybe but shush not the point

And god forbid you sass him! Telling him that it's too early for you to sleep, and that he's lucky that he even has you in bed right now! He'll take your phone and keep it in his hand under the pillow. You can try and fight him, to take it out of his grip, but no dice.

And no matter what, any fight you put up will result in his libido going because he's such a hound dog. So yes. He will tire you out one way or another and I hate it so much 😒

[beneathstarryskies]

Don't Go Away Mad (Yamato x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2,307

Summary: Things between Yamato and y/n have been tense for a while. Yamato comes up with a rather unconventional way of handling it.

Warnings: brat taming, spanking, orgasm denial, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie

A/N: I hope you all like it! Requests are open!

Yamato prides himself on being able to keep his cool even in the most complicated circumstances. Very few things manage to get under his skin, and he meticulously plans every detail of his missions. It is certainly one of his biggest strengths as an Anbu captain. Yamato is dependable.

However, he never planned on you and your uncanny ability to get under his skin. You are smart-mouthed and reckless. Every time he reprimands you for it, you pout. Walking behind him with your arms crossed, barely answering when he says something. Worst of all was the day he realized he finds this all utterly charming.

He finds himself wanting to cup your face and press a passionate kiss to your lips every time he sees you making that pouty face. When you’re not looking, he smirks at the sarcastic comments you make. Long after missions have ended and you’ve both returned to the village, he’ll think about the cute things you do.

One day, after a long mission that ended with you guys arguing all the way back to Konoha over you jumping the gun while trying to capture a rogue ninja, Yamato decides that enough is enough.

He goes to your apartment, intent on finally settling things between you. Whatever he has to do to understand why you’re so intent on getting under his skin, he’s willing to do. He just wants to figure out what it’s gonna take to make things work.

When you open the door to let him in, he can already see the look of defiance in your eyes. Something inside him snaps.

Yamato walks forward, kicking the door closed as he makes his way inside. He keeps walking until your back hits the wall. Yamato is looking down at you with his eyes narrowed, he’s almost pressing against you. His arm rests against the wall, and his knee is aligned between your legs. He’s pinning you against the wall.

“Why do you insist on acting like such a brat?” he growls.

You open your mouth, prepared to let out a retort. Yamato catches your words before they leave your mouth. His lips press against yours roughly. For a moment you’re so surprised you don’t kiss back, but then you sink into him. One of your hands clings onto his shirt while the other is spread against his muscular abdomen.

His teeth scrape against your bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from you. His free hand cups your face, gently bringing your face even closer. His tongue slides along your lips until you part them, then he presses his tongue against yours. His hand trails along your face, coming to rest on your neck for a moment before reaching down to tug at your shirt. His hand slides under your shirt to feel your warm skin under his hands. Yamato pulls out of the kiss with a smirk on his reddened lips before he leans down to begin kissing your neck. You inhale deeply to try to catch your breath.

“Senpai,” you let out in a sigh. “I had no idea you felt this way.”

Your hips move forward, pressing as close to him as possible. The results weren’t intended, but they were wonderful. Your core drags along his thigh in your attempt to get closer, the friction sending sparks through you. His hands move up your shirt, cupping your breasts in his large warm hands. He massages them softly, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples. Your hips continue rutting against him until he pulls away to take your shirt off.

“You need to learn to behave,” he says before lowering his mouth to your breasts. He places soft kisses between them before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue circles and flicks against the bud until it’s hard in his mouth. Then he switches to the other one. You rut your hips against his thigh again. Yamato’s hands grip your hips to stop you.

It’s a blur when he picks you up, your legs automatically going around his waist. You hold onto his shoulders as he carries you towards the bedroom. He drops you onto the bed unceremoniously. He watches your tits jiggle as you bounce on the bed.

“I’m going to have you begging,” Yamato whispers as he crawls on top of you.

“That I’d like to see,” you retort.

He sits up between your knees, a determined look in his eyes you’ve only ever seen on missions. Quickly he does a wood-style jutsu that restrains your arms over your head. You can’t help but pout.

“How am I supposed to touch you?”

He smirks, “You’re not. Not until I decide you can.”

You watch with widened eyes as he pulls his shirt off, revealing to you a strong physique. Every inch of skin is taken in by your greedy eyes. There’s a sprinkling of light brown hair across his chest, then leading down his abdomen. A trail of hair leads into his pants. Your mouth waters, wanting more than anything to follow the trail underneath his clothes. He leans down to kiss you again before leaning back up. Your hands automatically strain forward, wanting to pull him back to you.

He quickly removes your pants, leaving you in just your panties. You’re stretched out before him, all bare and vulnerable. As he looks you over, he can’t decide where he wants to start. His hands soothe along your thighs before two fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, making quick work of yanking them off and tossing them aside.

His fingers slip between your wet labia, a satisfied smile replacing the smirk he’d previously worn.

“You’re so wet already,” he teases as his fingers dip into your entrance.

You bite your lip, hoping if you keep your smart comments to yourself he’d take mercy on you.

“You should respond when spoken to,” he scolds softly.

Two fingers sink into you, curving to hit just the right spot inside you. You moan, raising your hips against his hand.

“I’m sorry,” you whine.

“You better be,” he presses a soft kiss to your knee.

As two fingers pump in and out of you, he begins circling your clit with his thumb. Your hands strain against the wooden restraints as the heat begins pooling in your core. The muscles of your thighs tighten. Your head falls back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut and your back arching as you inch closer to release. The walls of your pussy begin pulsing around Yamato’s fingers. Just as you’re tinkering on the edge of release, his fingers withdraw.

A whine falls from you. You raise your head to look at him, wondering if something was wrong. He palms himself through his pants as he looks you over, your body now flushed from being so close to the edge. Your eyes are filled with wanting.

“Yamato-”

“I told you, baby girl. I expect you to beg.”

You’re not desperate enough to stoop so low yet, so with a sigh, you lay your head back down on the pillow. He lowers himself between your legs, places soft kisses along your thighs as he inches towards your dripping pussy. His warm breath on your pussy draws your attention to him again. A fresh jolt of arousal hits you in the gut as you see your captain between your thighs. His arousal-filled eyes locking with yours as his tongue slides between your wet folds, tasting you for the first time. He presses your tongue against your clit, enjoying the surprised whimper that comes from you. His tongue begins flicking your clit at the same time he sinks two fingers into your entrance again. His eyes close as he focuses on building more and more pleasure inside of you.

He gets caught up in the taste of you on his tongue he almost forgets what his purpose is. You’re dangerously close to cumming. His name falling from your lips as your legs tighten around his head, he’s eating up the attention. You’re on the edge, so close it hurts. He lifts his head, bursting your bubble in the worst way.

“Fuck,” you groan.

“Such a dirty word out of such a pretty mouth,” he shakes his head as he sits on his knees. Your face is red and frustrated.

“Fuck you,” you spit.

He releases the restraints on your wrists, and you’re ready to reach for him until his strong hands roll you onto your stomach. He pulls you towards him until you’re sprawled across his lap.

“What are you do-” You’re silenced by a slap on your ass. Excitement jolts inside of you, juices drip out of your pussy.

“You’re going to learn to behave,” he says before he places another slap on your ass, this one was hard enough for you to jump a little. One more slap and he’s beginning to see a red spot. His fingers lower to tease your clit for a moment before retreating to spank you again.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whine.

His cock twitches against your abdomen, but he spanks you again. Then, he soothes his hand along the red spot left. You close your thighs a bit, embarrassed by how wet you are.

“P-p-please,” you whimper. “I don't think I can take it anymore.”

“Get up,” he says.

You eagerly move to be sitting in front of him. He stands up to pull off his pants. You gulp when his cock is released from his underwear because he’s so big. He’s already rock hard with a bead of precum leaking down the side. Your mouth waters as you watch him stroke himself.

“Show me how bad you want it,” his voice is deeper now, more graveled as the sexual tension in the air becomes unbearable.

You don’t hesitate for a second. You’re scooting to the edge of the bed, taking him in your hand to pump a few times before licking a stripe up his length. Yamato groans, his hips bucking against your mouth.

Your lips wrapped around the head, moaning at the bittersweet taste of him on your tongue. He gets a fistful of your hair as he guides you forward. His hips thrusting softly to meet you halfway.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispers. “That’s a good girl.”

Your pussy throbs at the praise. You can’t help but reach down to touch yourself as you take more of his length into your mouth. You sink your fingers inside yourself as you suck him off. He thrusts forward, bottoming out in your throat. His hand in your hair and his hips moving set the pace. You’re happy to be used. Anything to please him so he’ll finally pleasure you properly. Your fingers pump in and out of your soaking wet entrance. Tears sting your eyes from how unbearable the ache in your core is.

Yamato panics when he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks. He pulls his cock out of your mouth, his thumb wiping the tears away.

“Shit, baby, is this okay? What’s wrong?” he wraps his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Fuck, princess, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you move to straddle his lap. You kiss him softly, “I just want you so bad, I can’t take it anymore.”

Yamato reaches between you to take his cock in his hand. He guides it to your entrance. You sink onto him, letting out a deep sight as you do so. His thick cock stretches you out, making you feel more full than you’d ever experienced. He thrusts up into you, his mouth falling open as he moans your name. Your pussy is so hot and tight around him it almost hurts.

“Yamato,” you whimper as your hips begin rutting against him, meeting his thrusts. Your fingernails dig into his muscular back as you ride him. Any semblance of control from either of you disappears as you’re tumbling closer to cumming. You’re so scared he’s going to stop again. It’s almost like a race.

“Are you going to cum all over my cock?” he asks smugly.

“Please, Yamato, please,” you whine. Fresh tears prickle in your eyes. “I want to cum so bad.”

He grunts as your pussy throbs around him as though proving your point. You tug on his hair, making him look at you. In an instant, he’s flipped you over so he’s on top of you. Your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist to keep him deep inside of you. His pace is unrelenting as he keeps fucking you.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he whispers against your ear.

His hand slips between you to rub your clit in quick, tight circles. You cry out his name when your orgasm washes over you, soaking his cock in your juices as he keeps fucking you. He fucks you through wave after wave of pleasure so intense it’s almost too much to handle. Your hands tug on his hair.

You’re just starting to come down from your high when you notice his thrusts becoming more erratic. He fists the sheets beside your head as he gets closer and closer.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he mumbles before pressing a sloppy kiss on your lips.

True to his word, Yamato cums a few thrusts later. His orgasm releases in hot strings of cum, painting your walls with it as he empties every last drop into your tight cunt.

“If I knew you liked me so much, maybe I would’ve been nicer,” you joke after you’ve both caught your breath. He lifts his head to look at you. He looks gorgeous, all flushed and messy.

“I’m happy you didn’t,” Yamato laughs. “This was fun.”

“Mhm,” you smirk. “Maybe next time we’ll turn the tables.”

[buddiebeginz]

After reading this thread that does a good job giving a quick run down on Buck and Eddie’s journey up until this point like where they’ve been separately and where they are now, I got to thinking about some things especially where Ana and Taylor are concerned.

I was so frustrated earlier in the season when I felt like the show kept shoving Ana and Taylor in our faces and I kept thinking that this was the shows way of saying Buddie was doa and they were moving on but I don’t think that’s the case at all anymore. While it might have seemed on the surface that Eddie and Buck were off doing their own separate things when you look at season 4 as a whole everything with the guys as been connected especially the stuff with Ana and Taylor. They weren’t brought back so Eddie and Buck could have separate love interests they were brought back around the same time as part of Buddie’s journey toward getting together.

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Ana and Eddie’s relationship really starts in 4x06 Jinx which is telling enough as it is. It’s also in this ep that Eddie keeps trying to prove that he doesn’t believe in supernatural forces. Meanwhile it’s Buck who tells him “it’s like the universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen”.

Both Ana and Taylor are in Breaking Point 4x08

It’s fitting that this episode is called Breaking Point because I think the show runners knew this episode would piss some fans off but I think that was the point in a way. I think a lot of the stuff with Ana and Taylor in this episode and thought out season 4 really was meant to be a red herring.

We’re reintroduced to Taylor and we see her and Buck become friends although it’s clear we’re meant to think this could go somewhere by that kiss at the end. Ana and Eddie go on a date and at the end he brings her to see Christopher, a pretty uncharacteristic move for him given the pandemic and Chris’ health. This is another way I believe the show was trying to trick us into believing that these relationships were going somewhere.

Plus in an episode that was chocked full of Buck and Eddie off with other people we still had Buddie always on the periphery like when Eddie came home to Buck, a pretty symbolic moment. Then you had Buck and Eddie at the stand off. Buck complaining to everyone who would listen about Albert and Veronica (even though he couldn’t care less about Veronica) and Eddie admitting he didn’t know how to tell Christopher he was dating Ana. The show focusing on both of their love lives but interestingly enough not showing them talking to each other about their problems when they’re supposed to be best friends.

There was a really important scene with Buck talking to Taylor where he admitted that he felt ready to meet someone and “start a meaningful relationship” and Taylor tells him “I’ve met the people you work with your life is nothing but meaningful relationships”. Interesting choice of words there. To which Buck says, “doesn’t seem the same”. Taylor then tells him “do you ever think you need to be patient and let the universe come to you” a line that mirrors what was said in Jinx. So both Buck and Eddie were being told in season 4 that they needed to listen to the universe, ostensibly the signs around them.

Now at the time the show sort of frames this as Buck and Taylor maybe flirting like maybe the signs are pointing towards Taylor, but I think it was just another misdirect because when you put everything from this season together it’s clear that there was a deeper meaning there and it was directed towards Buddie.

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Ana was in 4x10 Parenthood

This episode was all about parents and it would seem on face value that Ana’s role is about her getting closer to the Diaz family but it’s not. Her role in the episode was to highlight how Buck is Christopher’s other dad. How the only other person Christopher is terrified of losing beside Eddie is Buck. How when Christopher was upset and scared he ran to Buck’s house.

Taylor was in 4x11 First Responders

Again I think the show was trying to mislead the audience into thinking that things could be going somewhere with her and Buck when really they were just developing their friendship. Notice how they didn’t spend any real alone time together getting to know one another like how a show would typically frame a couple in the making. Their only scenes in this ep involved them trying to solve what happened to Sue. Like work partners working on a project. Taylor comes over at the end of the ep with wine but there’s no real intention on her end that she’s interested in Buck and they only talk about the case.

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Taylor was also in 4x12 Treasure Hunt

This is where things start to get interesting and I think really where the show starts to turn things from just faking out the audience to giving more clues about Buddie.

We get a scene where a bunch of the 118 are talking about the treasure hunt after seeing Taylor talk about it on the news. They talk about how it’s going to get more people hurt and Eddie says to Buck “your girlfriend’s news story is probably not going to help out with that”. Buck says “she’s my friend not my girlfriend”. To which Eddie nods his head like he believes him but he makes a face looking pouty and jealous.

Now why would the show put that line in there and show Eddie being jealous right before the three of them end up working together? 🤔

Buck calls Taylor and asks to team up to find the treasure and at the end of the call the camera pans out to show Eddie. Almost like they would if Buck was keeping things from his so.

Eddie asks Buck to team up but Buck had already teamed up with Taylor so he brings Eddie in the on deal. We then get the kitchen scene with the three of them where it’s obvious Eddie is jealous and as was pointed out in the twitter thread I included above the framing of that scene was definitely intentional. Eddie looking jealous seated in the middle of Buck and Taylor.

Even though the three of them were supposed to be a team we see Buck and Eddie together through most of the important parts of the episode. Like at the end when they find the treasure chest.

There’s a scene with Buck and Taylor at his apartment where he thinks things are going somewhere between them they’re not and it’s not the first time it’s happened. One has to wonder why he keeps trying to put himself out there for something that just isn’t going to happen.

While eating breakfast with the 118 Buck says "at this point I don’t trust anyone” and the camera specifically focuses in and lingers on Eddie looking hurt. When Buck notices he quickly clarifies what he meant.

The episode ends letting us know that Taylor only thinks of Buck as a friend and that’s how we move into the final two episodes of the season.

Also Just like with Parenthood Ana was in that ep to highlight Buck being Chris’ other dad Taylor was in Treasure Hunt to highlight that Eddie isn’t comfortable seeing Buck with someone else.

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Ana was in 4x13 Suspicion

So I’ve wrote about this in another post but I think that Ana’s whole purpose in this episode was solely for Eddie and Carla to have the convo they did. The show made it clear that Eddie has not been emotionally invested in his relationship with Ana.

We saw Ana looking up the stuff about that mother who was poisoning her son but Ana wasn’t really involved in that whole storyline ultimately it was Buck. Buck was there when they first went to that call and he was the one who went to the women’s house with Eddie at the end despite being in civilian clothes. There was also no acknowledgement of Ana before Eddie was shot. Usually before a scene like that you’d have a couple saying something meaningful like I’m so glad you’re in my life or Eddie deciding to tell her he loves her but instead it was all about Eddie and Buck. It was also Buck who right before the shooting said “that kid is just lucky he met you” when Eddie was feeling guilty for not getting to the call sooner.

Then of course the shooting was framed to be all about Buck and Eddie. To the point that it was like almost nothing else existed in the world for a few seconds. Even when they pulled out of the slow motion all the camera really focused on was them.

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Now looking ahead to the last episode for season 4 both Taylor and Ana will be in the episode. We can see that Taylor is in the finale just from the promo. It’s not surprising that Ana will be given she’s been dating Eddie and he was just shot.

But I can’t help but wonder why is the show bringing Taylor in to a season finale that is already clearly over flowing with stuff for the characters to do. I mean surely they don’t have screen time to waste? And I don’t mean that as a dig on Taylor. I mean I get the impression this episode is going to be planned to the second with no filler junk. We have the sniper, saving Eddie’s life, Athena and Bobby’s marriage dramas, Maddie’s depression, Buck doing something reckless to save everyone, Buck thinking Eddie is going to die and losing his shit, Buck talking to Christopher, whatever happens in that convo between Buddie.

So again why is Taylor in the finale? We see her with Buck in the promo and it looks like it might be in front of the hospital. It’s possible she’s there to help Buck find the sniper but I think the show could get around that some other way. If you look at how the show has handled Ana and Taylor thus far and how their presence in each ep throughout season 4 was to further Buddie’s story I think there’s only one reason she’s coming back and that’s because Buck is going to confess something to her about Eddie.

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If we look at 4x13 again it was an episode that was more about Eddie than Buck and it was about discovery and honesty. People discovering things and being honest with others and themselves. I think 4x14 will be similar but with Buck. We can tell from the promos that Buck is going to have a lot of focus in the finale and I think part of that is going to involve him being honest with himself about some things. This will hearken back to the journey he’s been on for the whole season.

In the season 3 finale we saw Buck closing the chapter on Abby finally. We saw him grow and go through so much all season 4. He’s had to face a lot of truths this year. About his parents and about the kind of relationships he’s been in and what he really wants now but I also think he’s still been running. I think given all the hurt he’s experienced he’s been afraid to be truly vulnerable. He said earlier in season 4 he wanted a more meaningful relationship and it’s been in front of him all along yet he keeps running in the opposite direction.

In Breaking Point Taylor came back to 911 to tell Buck the he needed to listen to the universe and I think when she comes back in the finale whatever she says will be an echo of that convo.

My guess is Buck will come to some kind of realization after the shooting and he’ll talk to Taylor about it. I think that Taylor will be the one who pushes him to talk to Eddie and she’ll even likely say that she knew something was there between the two of them to begin with which is a big reason why she didn’t pursue anything with Buck. She knew he was in love with someone else.

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Which leads us to what happens next

I’ve been thinking about this scene a lot and what might happen here. I’ve seen some people say they think Eddie will ask Buck to be Chris’ legal guardian in case something happens to him or that it might be a dream sequence. I think both of those things are possible but I can’t shake this feeling that when I look at Buck’s face here he looks like he’s being being told some surprising bad news.

I think it’s possible that Buck will go to the hospital with the intention of telling Eddie how he feels only when he gets there maybe Eddie tells him Ana is moving in. Maybe Eddie says she’s going to help take care of him and Christopher. Eddie says he wants to make sure that Christopher has someone in case something happens to him.

Which leaves us on a cliffhanger for the end of season 4 and in season 5 we could get Buck trying to navigate his feelings for Eddie while figuring out his sexuality.

I don’t think the actress who plays Ana will end up coming back for season 5 but that doesn’t have to affect how they leave things at the end of season 4. If we look back on previous seasons 911 is notorious for doing cliffhangers like this. Abby left at the end of season 1 and didn’t come back and it was essentially a cliffhanger to her and Buck’s relationship. The season 2 finale didn’t give total clarity about where things with Ali and Buck were going and by the time season 3 came the actress was gone.

So this whole idea of Ana moving in with Eddie could just be an idea and we won’t actually have to see it happen in season 5. Like Eddie says Ana is moving in but by the time season 5 rolls around we hear that she got a job offer in another state and she took it.

But something else could happen too. Maybe Eddie breaks up with Ana given the clarity he got from the convo with Carla and the shooting. Then he asks Buck to move in and help him and Christopher while he’s still healing. Buck decides that now isn’t the right time to tell Eddie how he feels that he needs to just be there for his friend so he holds back. That would still bring us into season 5 with a will they or won’t they which is ultimately where I think things are headed.

I’ve seen some people speculate that Eddie might tell Buck he’s going back to Texas which I think is less likely but still possible. So Eddie breaks up with Ana and decides he’s going to spend time with his family in Texas. Buck goes to tell Eddie how he feels and before he does Eddie tells him he’s leaving. Season 4 ends where we don’t know when or if Eddie and Christopher are coming back. Though ultimately they do in season 5 but how that all plays out would make for some good storylines and it could open up room for another Lonestar crossover ep too. It would be great to have an episode where Buck and TK talk about how Buck feels about Eddie.

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I know a lot of people are going to be pissed if anything less than Buddie getting together and living HEA in the season 4 finale happens but I think we need to be patient. If we actually even get one of them acknowledging his feelings for the other it will be a huge step in the right direction towards them becoming a canon ship. But it does feel like the show is taking them more seriously now.

I know that the show could just be queerbaiting us that’s always a possibility at this point but I think it’s okay for us to be hopeful too. I feel like if the show didn’t want to move forward with Buddie they would have put more effort into developing Buck/Taylor and Eddie/Ana and a lot less into Buddie. This would have been the best season for the show to finally cut ties with Buddie if they really wanted to move on and were tired of hearing about it from us fans. Instead they’ve only developed Buck and Eddie more and there’s no getting around all the symbolism in that final scene in the recent episode. It was shot like two lovers.

I think we just need to have some faith that the writers care enough about the characters and audience to not string us along and that this is all leading somewhere. Which for the first time since Eddie arrived I actually think it is I really do think that Buddie will become canon.

If you read this whole thing blessings upon you and your cow and I’m sorry I talk so much. 😝💗

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Is the small teaser, for the next smut for Limerence, ready to be released yet?👀💕

Ouuu Babe, it’s here to be known lol

Thanks for reminding me! I swear, I have the memory of a goldish so I need as many reminders as you can get 😅

Take care, and enjoy~!

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Hair pulling, mild choking, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, edging, squirting, public sex (kinda?), D/s undertones, dirty talk, rough sex, mild temperature play, penetrative sex, angry sex, creampie (wrap it, people!), begging, finger sucking (I listed all warnings regarding to the overall chapter, but not everything will be found in the teaser).

Words: 1089 (a tiny tease 😅)

Notes: WIP; not edited and subject to change, loves :) As I mentioned before, this is a teaser for the upcoming bonus chapter, not chapter 34 because I don’t wanna spoil anything! So enjoy, everyone, and thank you for supporting Limerence 💜

Odaxelagnia

(English/n.) Sexual arousal from biting or being bitten.

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

           The way his fingers glided, effortlessly wrapping each slender digit against my throat with a low snarl. My breathing hitched, swallowing hard as my lips parted, a single whine escaping from his hot touch. It was a dangerous mix of lust and thoughtfulness – golden eyes ablaze as he towered over my figure.

           I tried to speak, but I found myself unable to whisper a damn word.

           Zuko was going to kill me.

           I was sure of it.

           “Having fun?” Zuko hissed breathlessly, a sadistic chuckle leaving his parted lips as I watched him. His forehead was pressed against mine, hair still wet, leaving droplets over our exposed skin. The music was blaring, people oblivious to the way Zuko’s free hand lingered down my body, memorizing every curve.

           His fingers danced along the silky fabric, playing with the low-cut neckline. My bottom lip rolled between teeth, feeling the way he brushed the skin of my exposed breasts, his thumb tauntingly pushing and pulling the fabric dangerously low. His palm grazed my hardening nipples, adding another unexpected sensation in the mix.

           My breathing started getting heavier, seeing the way he clenched his jaw, his gaze never once leaving mine. I whined under my breath, unknowingly arching my back against his teasing touches, and I saw the way Zuko’s eyes darkened.

           His hips snapped against mine, forcing himself between my legs. A low moan escaped me, eyes fluttering shut as the grip on my throat tightened. “Zuko.” I moaned eagerly, feeling his hard bulge rubbing against my core. My head was spinning, panting, feeling the way Zuko’s fingers heated on my skin, purposely digging into my pressure points.

           “What’s wrong, baby? Is someone fucking needy? It didn’t seem like you needed me two minutes ago – dancing happily with some man.”

           “It was an accident, I thought he was Suki-” I protested, but another sharp wheeze escaped me as I felt his hand fall from my breast onto my thigh. He can’t be serious-

             I bite my lip, my hands falling over Zuko’s shoulders. The harsh slap against my bare thigh went unnoticed by how gaudy the instruments played, roughly lifting my leg, so it was comfortably resting over his hip.

           “Was that it? An accident?” Zuko mocked, mimicking my innocent tone as he wickedly kissed his teeth. My dress started to roll up, and I blushed, realizing how exposed I was.

           “Zuko, someone is going to see us-”

           “You should’ve thought of that before, baby. Now, suck.”

           His fingers moved up my neck, slipping between my lips, and I did just that - suck.

           I moaned, letting my lips pucker, tongue flicking between those long delicious fingers of his. The way Zuko ran his tongue along his pouty lips, leaning forward and brushing against my ear.

           “Mmm, you’re my good girl, right, baby?” Zuko growled huskily, sucking and biting my neck. I whimpered between those slender digits, nodding my head instinctively at his dominance. He laughed, enjoying how fast I melted under his controlled touches. His hot breath tickling my bruised skin as he pulled back to admire the messy sight in front of him.

           Zuko’s fingers drew circles on my thigh, inching his way closer and closer to my soaked core. I bucked my hips, wanting so desperately to feel him against me, and Zuko hissed. He slammed his hips against mine, and my eyes rolled back, the head of his cock flawlessly hitting my clit. He crudely gripped my ass, making sure I stayed put between the wall and his body, rolling his hips in sync to the heavy beat.

           For a moment, I forgot that I was still sucking his fingers like a newborn, mouth dropping as I moaned blatantly. It feels so good, a slow and tantalizing tease.

           “Look at you; I haven’t even touched you.�� Zuko chuckled, and I could feel my whole-body flush in embarrassment and lust. There was a visible wet spot on Zuko’s pants, and I could feel my heart beating faster. I was overwhelmed – torn between wanting to stop this and the need to have him fuck me senseless in the middle of this damn room.

           He pulled his fingers from my mouth, spit stringing from my lips, and it was then I realized what he was planning. My eyes widen, my mind screaming to stop this, but the moment his hand snuck its way up my dress, fingertips playfully running up my slit, I whimpered.

           “You can dance with as many guys as you want, love – but you feel this?” Zuko whistled, his fingers pushing aside the lacey fabric of my panties, freely caressing my slit. The sound of my slick against his prodding fingers was clear as day, and I blushed, “I’m the only one who can get you this fucking wet, baby – your body knows who it belongs to.”

           Not a second later, two digits entered me, and I swallowed back a scream of desire. My eyes rolled back, “Oh gosh, Zuko. Please-please, fuck me.”

           “You’re not getting fucked by me until you fucking learn. So, tell me, baby, who does this sweet cunt belong to?” Zuko hissed, pumping his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. I could feel my eyes watering, bucking my hips to quicken his pace. I need more; I need more of Zuko right now.

           “That guy other there, or me? Do you think he can get you this fucking wet? Begging?”

           “N-no, I’m sorry. Please, Zuko. I need more.” I sobbed, the pleasure building up in my stomach like tight knots. I struggled to focus, Zuko curving his fingers, and hitting that sweet spot inside of me.

           “Someone isn’t so shy anymore, getting this fucking wet in public.”

           “Zuko, please. I-I-ahh~” I cried, his pace fastening. It was so much at once, my legs shaking as I fell into Zuko’s chest sobbing in bliss.

           “Please what, baby? You know the fucking rules, do I need to teach you how to beg, again?” Zuko warned, grunting in my ear as I drooled.

           “N-no, I’m so close, please.”

           “Aww, baby. You’re going to cum?” Zuko teased, his thumb brushing my clit, causing me to jolt. My walls clenched against his fingers, practically sucking him in as I moaned loudly into his shirt.

           “Y-yes, Zuko. I’m-I’m going to cum.”

           “That’s too fucking bad; only good girls get to cum.”

[sugar-petals]

SuperM as Subs

↪ A/N. UGH these guys have me fucking spiraling. very excited to bring you this, please indulge 👀

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub, kinks galore, gender-neutral dom!reader

3.5k words | bullet points | this is all over the place there is so much to say i—

⌈ ten

— motto: kitten has ‘ten’ in it, but so does intense.

wowza honey

best choke out you’ll find

the stamina, too, oh lord. ten can handle a lightning fast riding without blowing up in two minutes

all while you choke him

with a waist harness on and ankles bound

bondage looks so good on him; he’s flexible and enduring. imagine a hogtie... art. 

such a beautiful man.

literally, rope marks, imagine that

we need to talk about his pain threshold as well there

things that have other guys screaming are a mere tickle to him

i can’t emphasize enough how lucky you’ll be. this fella does not have to be trained much. experience? abundant. talent? more than vast. he knows precisely how far he can go with what kind of kink. that is invaluable.

and now, the most mind-blowing part. stress: he encourages you to take it all out on him. in his mind, that’s an extra treat and a promise he gets it raw how he loves it. 

your satisfaction is his fuel, as is seeing you unwind. 

the whole progression from heavy beginnings to breathless ends

the boy needs you to go, for the lack of a better word, buck-wild

so yes, ten is your number one (pun intended) address for all things messy. he asks you to hatefuck him, you spoil him with it.

the sheer masochism of him

are you kidding me

listen i’m not a fan of the sin concept but in this case... you can sin all you want with him

tl;dr: angry sex is his thing. strong emotions. guts will be rearranged.

about the elephant in the room: yeah, this guy can bust some extraterrestrial, dazzling, sexy as hell moves

that means one thing. contortionism. you can bend him into every position you desire and fuck him like that. he’s petite but don’t worry. your babe’s strong

in fact, you can sit on his face and get one ferocious rimming daily

things will get wet wetter wettest

surprise surprise vice versa he likes his own ass filled with plugs and vibrators

the type that buzzes him into a delirium while you slap him. with his neck turning red and those pretty almond eyes going wide. 

they do hold the universe. he’s just so enthralling.

btw. talking about toys. having a fleshlight ready to make him moan and ruin his orgasm is a veeery good idea.

chances are you will draw cute english or thai interjections from him

in return, you can call him your prince and kiss him all over for aftercare. he’s no different, thinking of you as someone figuratively and literally noble to him. he’s thankful you fulfill his greatest sexual dreams. it’s true, you’ll really worship each other.

he’ll do his little mona lisa smile and doze off in your lap...

sub!ten is just priceless okay

10/10

i need a moment

⌈ kai

— motto: local strip club found bankrupt.

oh mY GOD nini

he knows how it’s done

did he go to sub school or something

you’ll find him at the stove around 6:30 AM in his apron

making you breakfast pretty much butt naked otherwise

flustered and sexy butler kim right at your service

looking very sculpted

dancing a little, as usual, he’s getting into it

in other words, you’re sure to get those eggs fried well

now, besides his skimpy clothing and waiter allure

kai as a submissive is almost definite to be an epitome of organization. he’s just good at it. period. lube and protection are always in the house.

you do your part doing maintenance for toys and cracking the occasional whip but really i mean... as the great oh sehun once said... never don’t mind about a thing when jongin gets the chance to put something in order

so lean back — kai is a service sub. he’s the type who wants to break a sweat for you

and have that very visible because he doesn’t own clothes anyway. well, well.

something more about organization

fucking according to a schedule sounds about right

you have it all planned out with a special calendar book just for that purpose

but don’t believe he’ll be boring and hyper-structured beyond that

kai is the precise opposite of dull as a lover but that’s a huge duh

he has both the acute sense of bashful romance and strong erotic feelings that come with a regular eyebrow wiggle

he likes to provoke the wild animal in his partner

reckless abandon

kai is 100% guaranteed to make you let out the beast. he enjoys feeling you go all out and grip him, pin him. everything hands-on is good.

grinding and gyrating is always part of sex. hell, even floating and flying. fuck gravity.

you need a certain level of dexterity. and hey if you don’t, you will pick it up from him in a solid minute

what i’m trying to say is that it won’t happen that the two of you rub against each other in the sheets like two blocks of wood (even when going into aftercare!). it will be fluid, ever-moving, energetic right and left with the mattress creaking all over the damn place

sex with jongin is one thing for sure: fucking fast. he won’t mess up his tempo if you know what i mean. the two of you will be thrusting and moaning until complete fatigue sets in

he whines a lot i’m telling you

it’s the surefire way to know kai is into it, being genuinely vocal is one of his best qualities as a sub

besides handling any rough pace 

this guy will have you sneaking into his gym room and have a quickie on the next best workout bench

and lord knows what else. 

the bathroom is another destination. wet!kai, the yearning romeo, is an image you won’t forget

prepare to get your hands on all of that

he’s gonna melt right into ya

and that is sub!kai for you

⌈ taeyong

— motto: vanilla? hardly heard of her.

to use an nct pun: the options are— limitless.

and another: you’re signed up for a... long flight.

and you’re gonna be the: boss

who gives it to him

and i’m warning you

he’s shy about it but

taeyong is simply insatiable. take his kinky reputation at face value.

what doesn’t he do

the softest softcore (feathers to tease him) to the hardest hardcore (edge play, hallelujah), the whole spectrum without any efforts for transitions

so you guessed it, a normal bedroom really won’t do.

neither does a standard dom

but since you’re knee deep into taeyong — go figure, you’re reading this — news flash you likely aren’t one

plug in all of your toys and cameras for date night. he needs his good dose of lube-dripping fantasy, homemade with a bunch of latex thrown into the mix

yeah i know that will escalate quickly

he wears it well i’m telling you

and also greatly enjoys you donning it for friday evening

it will frustrate him to the max which is a sight to see indeed

no other sub in super m gets harder boners over latex. that’s how it is. he’s just so drawn to the material and how much authority it gives you in particular

noona/oppa kink incarnate

hell, even daddy/mommy

he calls you that when you are forehead to forehead and catching your breath

because man these orgasms are going to get you so high, bodies gently intertwined

and very, very drenched

not just skin-wise

so let me underline this

your dear taeyong, no matter how innocently he can blink at you, gets his daily nutrient intake from cum. 

what fancy-schmancy protein shake is he interested in other than yours like literally none

put him on a leash together with baekhyun and you have two salivating, ultra dirty boys

so ready to please and swallow everything up

taeyong is a handsome handful

you’ll be horny 24/7

or 23/7 maybe because aftercare

where we revert back to adorable yong. he clings to you a lot, you nuzzle him all the time, the affection is off the charts

he’s pouty and sweet, smiling to himself

holding him tight gives him a big sense of security. 

safe to say he wants everybody to know he belongs to you in terms of PDA, too

it’s not restricted to domestic intimacy and sexual aftermath

taeyong truly has the perfect ratio of freaky and soft

god worked hard on him

⌈ lucas

— motto: when bigger is better, things get wetter...

ready for take off are we 

yukhei is one flirty crackhead you’ll love it

teasing will go back and forth

there might even be play fights and wrestling involved. messing around on sofas and carpets, you know the deal. things won’t get too rowdy, he’s being his 6′ baby self and you don’t want to use your whole bag of tricks yet vice versa

lucas eventually lets you win anyways

and acts like he’s lethally injured ffs

he’s an aquarius don’t come for him they roll that way

in comes the patient-doctor roleplay. yep that’s how the story goes

and you sure as hell get to take care of um

luke’s big lightsaber

alright

it’s throbbing a bit too much and needs medicine

so think of yourself as a jedi master training your disciple.

read: edging the living soul out of him. 

rough handjobs are just perfect

as is going on a rodeo trip getting the guy to tame those bucking hips with a lil punishment here and there. and with punishment i mean tickling even when he is close to orgasm

uh-oh

wong yukhei is a cutie pie but he has just about a bucket of cum for you spilling all over the place

he might get a lil embarrassed about it, that’s the sweetest thing

cleaning it up will be his greatest pleasure

so

ready for subby lucas yet?

he’s juicy

so what else do we have... 

(besides that he sounds like harry styles is dubbing him and that voice is going to turn you on so hard)

if his dominant doesn’t have an ounce of a muscle and biting kink that’s, how to put it, a missed opportunity

just licking him and leaving marks everywhere just has to be the biggest feast in history. you have him parade around sleeveless just to see the hickeys on his arms. 

and you don’t have to be frugal. it has to scream mine mine mine. yes, xuxi has some arm sensitivity going on. he needs your mouth on him doing chaotic stuff that leaves his jaw hanging open. to the point of you eating your brunch off his chest and shoulders.

there i said it 

breakfast with yukhei is cancelled. it’s breakfast on yukhei

as for positions: things are usually more chill and standard. just how much missionary will there be, you’ll lose count. he’s good at it. lucas has the condensed passion of ten people, it will be more arousing than you’d think. it’s also a good pause to your usual activities, you both get a chance to um take a breath

if he feels cocky, wong brathei likes to lift you up during sex and here we go again with a staring contest... which ends with a bright smile and kissing 

what did you expect

always remember this one thing. in his big himbo brain only one thought floats around and that. is. his. love. for. you.

a whipped boy

he’s irreplaceable.

patient xuxi reports speedy recovery

⌈ mark

— motto: good boys go to heaven after debuting a couple times more

sirs and sirettes, mark lee.

what did you think the “m” in super m stands for? mario, man, massive, market, model?

nope

SuperMark is what keeps the planet spinning

now here it goes

let’s get one assumption out of the way first

you’d think he fucks how he talks but you’ll be surprised

everything’s slow slow slow

the pace is very casual for someone who raps and thinks that fast

mark is just too friggin’ cute

a blushy cupcake

innocent and always curious what you’re up to

just perfect for all sorts of gentle dominance

you can reassure him when he gets nervous which happens every now and then

and put him into soft sweaters and blankets when he feels cold

maybe even building a pillow fort and just caressing him ad nauseam literally for minutes on end.

tousling his hair would be adorable beyond belief

the same goes for giving him cheesy pet names

or feeding him sweets

you can bet chocolate is his favorite. 

but it’s not just all about pampering him

keen how he is you can expect a lot of gestures of attention from mark, like carefully selected presents and foot massages

there’s a real gentleman at your hands.

a gentlemark

he might have come up with that himself 

you bet there will be lots of humor involved mark just can’t do serious sex

his intellect is yeahhh... superhuman

as much as his heart is squishy for you.

it’s hard out there. this world is tough

but mark is a safe haven to return to and have wholesome hours in bed with

30% sex, 70% aftercare.

you think that’s impossible? look into his puppy eyes and tell me all you’ll do won’t be spooning

it’s an art form and mark is just too inviting not to do a brush stroke on the canvas. 

and after you’re done spooning things are back to more caressing

a smooch left, a smooch right

for the 30% he might need a bit of outside support because his inner perfectionist compels him

so he’ll text johnny at 4:30 in the morning with urgent questions

because his mind is racing and he promised to wake you up with a set of spicy stuff

sex veteran johnny will calmly explain it to mark but also keep it short and simple

because man how early can someone text you 

and mark appreciates a crisp how-to that he won’t forget

even when you are chest to chest feeling each other’s breath and his brain almost shuts down

at the end of the day...

you say hey canada lemme get my hands on those big thighs of yours and ding ding his pants are off. he responds so easily to guidance

and his dancing skill always helps to get groovy with you

so

bust down markiana

you’re that bitch and you know it

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you and me, relax and ch...oking

leader on the streets 

screamer in the sheets

even the most peace-loving, noise-sensitive neighbors are going to dig the things that come out of his mouth as caused by you

just how good are his lungs

imagine him making audios for you. yes, god is real.

you just hit the lotto

the things his mouth can do 

byun baekhyun is a synonym of oral fixation when will merriam webster admit it

if there’s one person in super m who can nail the picture perfect drooling ahegao face without hesitation it’s him

he will pleasure you with his tongue so vigorously

that level of spit blowing will haunt you

and the slurpi—

THE NOISES. we can’t talk about the noises. nope, nope. the noises are not meant to be described to this world. 

you’ll suffer from incurable lust once you picture it

you know what his voice can cause

that would trigger a mass hysteria

anyway. moving on. 

baeks is the type to appreciate a mix of cheek-on-cheek cuddling and getting his brains banged out

you can toss him around, grab him by the hair, fuck him absolutely stupid

while also kissing his forehead and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. as if he doesn’t want you enough already this will have baekhyun needy for so long

he’s the king of slutty behavior

and making both of you crack up with mid-sex jokes about who knows what, suho’s butt mole or something

he’s just too hilarious. on the other hand he likes being creative and concentrated

in his free time you’ll probably find him reading erotic stories, sketching sexy stuff (i.e., well, you) in a journal, or even a manual to the kamasutra. it gets him all hot and bothered to the point where he can’t stop being chatty about it.

baekhyun’s arousal always first manifests as a wave of words or texts 

your part of the equation is distilling the essence of said texts and getting to work on that perky body of his

and praise him plenty. baekhyun loves a lot of verbal affirmations and you’re glad to shower him with it.

kink-wise: he really has a gazillion ideas to try

costumes, gags, whips, pet play, sounding, collars, semi-clothed sex, cock rings, suspensions, you name it

as the cherry on top, a three- and fourway could be part of your routine for sure. 

that being said he might have a few dicks in him physically or mechanically because geez bacon loves fucking machines and dildos

he is 100% ready to embark on one hell of an anal odyssey

how much he can stretch out you can probably guess. and he’ll make jokes about it either way to turn you on

you’ll be certain to exhaust and stuff your lil’ darling to the brim but i’m telling you what you already know

he’s gonna be the happiest ahegao boy in the world

and throw peace signs when you take pictures of him fucked out

that’s byunbaek for you. one of a kind

a subby gem

⌈ taemin

— motto: 500 points to slytherin! 

this is what you’ve been waiting for i know I KNOW

red carpets out for the sensual sub king and nation’s p.r.e.t.t.y. boy

the international bombshell blonde

a bdsm luminary

DEITY

now, listen. 

some erotic feats are truly hard to execute

but there is always one guy who’s the exception 

and his name is lee taemin

no matter how unrealistic or complex your imagination of sex with him is

with this man, most of it can become real

effortlessly

because he’s a) an open-minded lover b) rich enough to rent ten dungeons — per hour and c) closest to perfection we as a human race have ever come 

taemin is a pro at bringing all kinds of your and his fantasies to life. that’s why it’s important that you sit down to talk about how your intimate encounters could look like every other week

primarily, as far as his taste is concerned

we’ve all heard about his tales of creepypasta romance

literally he’s been an idol for so long and still comes up with new baffling ideal type stories

so according to those

he wants to be run over by you and thinks that’s hot,,, but i say... we stick to flipping him over... like on a bed,,, no car involved

this pal is macabre you have to be an embodiment of the law to rein him in

police roleplay much. arrest this provocateur!

furthermore and on a lighter note

besides being jailed

lo and behold, chained up and decked out in lace, draped on a lip-shaped art sofa is how he feels the most in his element

add a mask and a corset 

just how glamorous is he

this guy has mastered all techniques of drawing you in with the most elaborate seduction. 

tremendous!

including dance: for your eyes only. 

prepare to have your loins set on fire.

because within the 4 walls of your home his every move will be pure danger loaded with sexuality. it would be even more of a public menace than he already is when performed in front of a crowd

keep those handcuffs ready officer

because it is your mission to stop that guy 

the more restraints the better

put five harnesses on him i don’t care as long as it contains him

and once that’s done

taemin likes to be stimulated and teased with you running silk fabric all over his body

he also enjoys you creating artistic pin-up-esque photography of him

with sultry eyes and puckered lips

and no worries. taemin will put his plump lips to good use elsewhere, too. all. over. the. place. servicing his dominant is an honor.

and those moans will be like a melody.

the literal only weak spot he has

is to kiss and tell. taemin gets carried away in conversation and feels pride when the topic switches to you. so... if you lick his earlobe and call him your slave, jongin knows the very next day and finds it very entertaining. 

taemin won’t deliberately spill the beans in a group chat but one-on-one with a close friend? he’s too excited not to talk about your chemistry and lets some juicy details slip if he can’t control himself.

taemin requires a dom/me who’s definitely not insecure and wants others to know who’s boss.

on the flipside, if you enjoy voyeurism? he is your man. it’s a matter of perspective entirely.

so to speak — even his weakness is a strength.

that’s all you need to understand about him

in sum: you got yourself quite an ace 

taem will press your number and you’ll have no sorrow in the world.

we truly are blessed by his existence

peace out

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[ciggylungz]

Butterflies & bandaids pt-6

masterlist

pt-6. the duo settles into a few stage in their relationship

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When the pair met those 10 years ago, the didn't have any idea they'd be where they are now.

And where are they? Y/n tucked under Harry's body as he gently kisses the younger girl.

She's never felt more secure in her life than she does with her best friend on top of her gently kissing her lip.

"Such a sweetheart Y/n" his voice was like velvet as he mumbled against her lips getting a smile from the girl in return.

"You're sweeter than me h..."

The young girl ran her thumb over his bottom lip , eyes meeting his as they looked at each other with such deep adoration.

Harry smiled big at the girl, dimple on display while he stroked her cheek shaking his head gently.

"Not a chance, you got me beat love."

He chuckled as her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to her, her lips right on his ear a gentle whispered request slipping between them.

"Give me a real kiss...wanna feel your tongue h"

Harry smirked to himself as he licked over his lips, kissing her cheek gently before prying her arms off his neck and resting her down on his mattress again.

"Yea? Want a real kiss love?"

He basked in her little pouty moan and nod just so whipped for him already

"Words sweetness, need words."

"I want a real kiss...want to feel your tongue."

He didn't miss the blush on her cheek as he ducked back down and kissed her with a bit more pressure and purpose, coaxing her mouth open enough to slip his tongue in. Soaking up her little content moans as she massaged hers with his own, both of their breaths becoming shorter and more labored as they melted into each other.

His hands wandered down her body tracing her waist and hips, running his hands over her figure all the way up to the gentle curves of her breasts.

Y/n giggled a little bit under him pulling her mouth away

"You feeling my up my boobies mister Styles?"

"Dunno, am I?"

He loved that even when they're tongue deep in each other's mouths they can still joke with each other. He absolutely adored it.

Her giggles still made his eyes sparkle a bit just loving the pitch, a melodic tone only she produced.

"You're such a boy."

"Heyyy, I can't help I was born with a penis it's not my fault."

His response got an even louder laugh from the girl beneath him and a playful smack to his chest.

"God you're so annoying, why do I have to like you?" She questioned getting a cheek pinch back

"Hush, you love me and I'm the best."

"Always been so full of yourself oh my god"

•••

The pair of teens managed to regain their senses at some point that evening, both deciding to take a nice walk, get some food together before going back to Y/n's house.

"Gimme one" Y/n made grabby hands towards Harry's fries, both of them sitting in their favorite booth of their favorite little diner in town.

"I asked you specifically if you wanted fries! These are mine!"

"But I didn't want a whole order! Just want some, plus yours always taste better anyway. Gimme pleaseeeeeeeeee?!"

She pulled out the puppy dog eyes and dramatic grabby hands knowing he'd cave in a second, which he did. Rolling his green eyes as he nudged his plate to the center of the table letting her eat off it.

"Satisfied ma'am?" He questioned the chewing girl and she nodded

"Mhm, delicious. Here you can have some of my pasta. I'll be nice and share."

The teen didn't waste any time before shoving a fork into her dish.

••

Squeals in a plethora of tones were heard all at once when the pair made their way back to the girls house, babies,toddlers,kids and even her older siblings made a noise when they came in. Luke, the eldest made a simple noise of acknowledgement while Miley took it upon herself to let out the loudest-most excited shriek her tiny vocal cords could muster.

One things for sure, he never felt unwanted in that home.

"Hi Miley! Hi baby!" , he wasted no time in scooping her up out of her pack n play, kissing her cheeks and ruffling her soft short hair.

Emma,the second eldest child of Y/n's family emerged from the kitchen and smiled at the boy.

"Hey Harry! Long time no see, got tall kid. What has your mom been feeding you?"

The boy chuckled and shook his head giving the older girl a hug rubbing her back.

"What's the verdict? Remember when me and Gem made bets on how tall you'd be when you got older? You were so pissed when we said you'd still be 4 feet tall when you were 50. Proper threw a tantrum over it!"

Y/n laughed with them at the memory, Harry rolling his eyes as he chuckled, hiking Miley up his hip slightly.

"Six foot and a half, I think you owe me ten bucks Emma."

Emma stuck her tongue out at him and wiggles out of his grasp

"Kiss my ass Styles I'm not paying you shit!"

Loud giggles where heard from everyone except their mother who hissed out a 'language!' Pointing to the toddlers who like to repeat everything they hear.

"And you! My little sister! Oh Y/n you've not grown an inch since I've seen you! You sure you're 14? Not still 4?" Y/n gave her a playful glare and pinched her sister

"Shut up, you've been away like what? 8 months? Im youthful, you looks like a old woman."

Emma gasped and narrowed her eyes

"Take that back! I'm 20! I'm young! I look young! Say it you little shit!" Before Y/n knew what was happening she was being attacked by her sisters tickling hands and was screaming from the floor while being attacked

"OH MY GOD LET ME GO EMMA I SWEAR TO GOD! FINE FINE YOU LOOK YOUNG! YOU LOOK LIKE A BABY! GET OFF!"

Harry couldn't help but smile at the chaotic sibling spectacle. He finds it sweet, he always loved their bond.

"Emma If you wouldn't mind, could you let go of my girlfriend?"

The word somehow flowed so easily from his lips, yet everyone paused as he said it.

"Girlfriend?" Emma, Luke, Y/n and Jackson all asked at the same time rather comedically as all their heads seemed to pop up.

Y/n of course turned a shade of strawberry red from her neck to her hairline , and her siblings looked between the pair of best friends.

"You guys are dating? Since when?!"

"Well...since today."

Y/n managed to scramble to her feet and hide her embarrassed face in Harry's warm chest, Emma smiling at them

"I know this was gonna happen, Gemma owes me 20 bucks!"

Everyone rolled her eyes at the 20 year old girl, Luke balancing on his elbow on the arm of the couch to size Harry up

"You hurt my baby sister, I'll break your legs Harold."

"Have I ever hurt her?"

"Doesn't matter the track record, Threat still stands kid."

Harry let out a sigh and nod, stroking Y/n's back and bouncing the baby still in his arms.

He could get used to this, if this was his new normal he wouldn’t complain one bit.

••

“Can I paint your nails?”

Y/n held up her box of neatly organized nail polish bottles looking up at Harry with a little pout and Harry of course couldn’t say no to that.

“Fine, but I get to pick the colors!”

“Deal.”

Y/n giggled as she sat him down, taking his hand and resting it on her knee as she unscrewed the pale blue polish he’d picked out shyly meeting his fond gaze while she paints.

“You’re so pretty love...”

Harry smiled as he admired the girl in front of him, humming when he watched the blush crawl from her neck all the way to the tip of her pretty little ears.

“Thank you...”

Y/n felt butterflies flutter in her stomach when he spoke to her, gently blowing on his polished fingers before looking back at him, giving him a soft kiss on his lips a few times before putting the cap back on the paint.

“There you go, looks great on you haz! Blue suits you nicely.”

“You’re too sweet, you did a good job.”

The bashful girl just rolled her eyes at the comment letting him tug her to his chest cuddling her close.

“Can’t believe my bubble gum girl is finally all mine...I love you Y/n”

[all1e23]

Swallow [Pt. 12]

Chapter:  More Than Scars

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary:  A means to an end. 

Warnings:  Adulty themes. Yes, I’m a grown-up, and I said adulty themes. General foreboding. Sweet, soft, protective Bucky. (Yes, that’s a warning. That could kill you!)  ANGSTY. A lot of Angst. I’m so sorry. 

A/N:   One more chapter left. (and an epilogue of course)  I’m sorry this is so dark, but I swear it’s not gratuitous. All of this has a purpose. I didn’t drag this out because while this is an important moment in the story, the story is about the reader and Bucky. I have the epilogue edited and done as of last night I just have to wrap up a few pieces from chapter 13. Send me love because I’m needy.  No beta so read at your own risk. ;-)

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam though! Thanks!*

Steve stared at the email for twenty, maybe thirty minutes. He wasn’t sure. It came in unexpectedly, and from the moment he read the subject line, he knew there was going to be trouble. There was always trouble when Fury had to get involved and with Bucky missing? Something big was happening, pawns were being moved, and Steve didn’t like being kept in the dark. If moves were being made, he wanted to know who was moving and where to because secret plays meant they were all in trouble.   

He never liked surprises because no matter the intention behind them surprises always ended badly.

Just once Steve would like to get good news. No end of the world. None of this trouble in Brooklyn or Queens. No crisis right before he was about to have dinner with his family. Just once he wanted everything to go the way it was supposed to. Steve read the email one more time, and his stomach twisted into knots,‘Rogers, got a call from Barnes to work up some deal to present to the D.A. Why do I feel like a shit storm is coming and I’m the last to know? By the way, my retainer has gone up.’

“Of course, your retainer has gone up,” Steve bristled to himself.

It’s not like the club didn’t have the means to see Bucky through whatever this was. They did, but a plea deal meant no trial. There was nothing to see him through because it was already decided. It meant he already talked to Eddie. Steve was not an idiot. Whatever Fury was referencing Bucky went straight to the source to handle it, and if he knew anything at all about his best friend, he was shouldering the blame, so no one else had to.  

“Daddy?” Steve looked up from his phone to find Emma standing in the doorway to his office, looking apprehensive. There was a big question on the tip of her tongue; she was trying her best not to ask, but it was shining in those bright eyes of hers. Steve smiled and waved for her to come in. She bolted into the room and climbed on his lap, snuggling into him as deeply as she could and seemingly content for a half-second. 

“What are you doing in here, princess? Shouldn’t you be having supper?” He asked and wrapped his massive arms around her locking her on his lap, despite the wiggles starting to take over her body she stayed put. 

“What about you, daddy? You has to has some.” She tilted her head back to meet his eyes and Steve could only smile down at her. His sweet, thoughtful baby girl always thinking about everyone before herself, especially him. She got that from Bucky. He pecked her cheek and told her, “Why don’t you go tell momma to get our plates ready, and I’ll come up and have a tea party with you?” 

Emma pulled back, beaming brighter than the neon club sign hanging on the wall behind her. “Really?!”

Steve bit back a chuckle and confirmed: “Really, baby girl.” 

"Can Uncle Bucky come with?" She begged -- puppy eyes and pouty lip in full effect. 

How the hell was he going to explain to his little girl that Uncle Bucky wouldn’t be around for tea parties anymore? No more dress up and the treehouse in the back yard would have to be finished without him. Yes, Steve didn’t know that for sure, but he had a pretty good feeling, and his feelings were rarely wrong. There weren’t many people alive that knew Bucky better than Steve does. Peggy might have to take point on this one. Steve wasn't sure he could tell them Uncle Bucky might not be coming home. Tonight, ignore the ache in his chest, he would tell Emma the same thing he was telling himself in the hopes he was wrong. 

"He's not home right now, baby. I'm sure when he gets back, he would love to have a tea party with you--" The vibrations of his phone from its place on the wooden desk in front of them cut him off. He doesn’t need to move to see who it is. He can see the name from where he’s at, and his baby girl doesn’t need to be in the room for this conversation.

“Emma, baby, go see momma, and I promise I’ll be right up.” 

“But daddy--” 

Her argument was quickly cut short by raised brows and a kiss to her nose. Steve waited until the door slammed behind Emma before he picked up his phone. He usually would lecture about slamming doors, but he was going to need a raincheck on their tea party so he would let this one slide. The call had gone to voicemail, which Steve ignored, and he quickly dialed Bucky back. 

“Buck, what the hell is going on? Y/n has been trying to call you. I got this strange email from Fury…Where are you? What deal did you make?” 

“Steve, I need you to not ask a lot of questions. I can’t tell you what's going on just yet. I gotta ask you a favor though.” There was a moment of pause. Steve had to pull the phone back to make sure he had called Bucky because the man on the other end of the line sounded nothing like the kid he grew up with and the man he knew.

“Alright,” Steve blew out a breath and leaned his arms on the desk in front of him, “What is it?” 

“I need you to set up a meeting with Red Skulls that I am going to take on my own--” 

“Like hell, you are!” Steve shouted, momentarily forgetting about the clubhouse full of people sitting just beyond the single-paned door in front of him.

“Steve,” Bucky growled. “I need you to trust me. This is the only way to make this all go away. When it’s all over meeting me at lockup and bring Y/n. Fury will give you a call when it’s time.” It was quiet on Steve’s end, and Bucky knew he was trying to find a way to meddle. He was working up some scheme on how he can fix this and stay by Bucky’s side. That wasn’t an option this time, and Steve needed to get that through his thick head. Bucky had one card left to play, and it was now or never. 

"You’ve trusted me your whole life to have your back, and I need you to trust me now, Stevie." 

He couldn’t deny Bucky that after everything they have been through together. 

“Yeah, okay, Buck. I’ll take care of it and text you with details when it's done  Sit tight.” 

It wouldn’t take much to get Schmidt to agree to a meeting. He’s been gunning for Steve and Bucky for years, and he would love the chance to get retribution. An eye for an eye, for all the times they’ve wrecked their plans and nearly sent him to prison. He sent off the message and tossed his phone onto the desk. All they had to do was wait on location confirmation. Steve just wasn’t sure he was doing the right thing. 

“Steve?” 

He looked up from where his phone was resting comfortably, unaware of the damage it was causing, and the harsh lines on his face softened when he saw you standing there, eyes rimmed red and wrapped in Bucky’s sweatshirt. He’s never seen you look so small before. By the expression on your face, it was taking everything in you to stay standing, and for the first time in his life, he hated Bucky for whatever the hell he was about to do you. 

“Y/n, you’re not supposed to be in here,” He scolded half-heartedly and gave the nod for your to close the door, giving the two of you some semblance of privacy. You shut it, but you only took a few steps into the middle of the room. You snuck away when you asked Clint to grab you something to eat, so you only had a few minutes before he came looking for you. 

Having a big brother was great most of the time. It wasn’t so great right now -- when you wanted to fall apart and be left in pieces.

“Give me a break, Steve. Do you know all the things Bucky has done to me on that desk?” 

Steve winced at the implications of the tone lacing your words and the smirk on your face. He slowly pulled his arms off the desk, “Okay, well now I have to burn the desk. Thank you for those images.” 

You covered your mouth to stop your laughter, but the soft sound of your giggling slipping through your fingers had Steve chuckling. For a split second, there wasn’t anything wrong. You were simply laughing with an old friend, and things felt normal, simple, and comfortable like they had been years ago. The laughter slowly died out, and so did the comforting bubble the two you were floating in, and you were both reminded that everything was falling apart, and neither of you could stop the hands of time.  

“S-Steve,” He looked up when he heard the tremor in your voice, and his heart splintered when he saw tears spilling over onto your cheeks. “I know that was him you were talking to on the phone. He’s not coming back, is he? Will you at least tell me where he is?” 

“He’s handling club business. He will be home soon. You gotta trust him, Y/n.” 

It was hard to trust him when it was clear Steve was struggling to do the same. 

“I feel like I’m losing him, Steve. It's as if he’s already gone. I don’t know how or what's taken him but, he's gone.” You confessed. Your voice surprisingly calm despite the tears that were steadily falling now. You still hoped Steve would tell you you were crazy and only upset and all of this would be fine by morning. 

It wouldn’t be. Nothing would be the same tomorrow, and you both knew it.

“I'm right, aren't I?"

Steve wanted to tell you that you're wrong, ludicrous even but you aren't. He didn’t know what Bucky had planned, but one thing was for sure when this was all said and done Bucky wasn’t coming back. From the moment you came home, Steve knew the club would lose Bucky. He was going to do whatever it took to keep you away from this life even if that meant hurting himself in the process. Steve wasn’t sure what that sacrifice would entail until now. 

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“All you have to do is get them to admit to one of the hundred felonies we both know they have committed over the last five years. The bigger, the better. I’m sure they will show up with illegal weapons on them, but if you can get them to admit to dealing and working in stolen guns that would go a long way to making sure they stay behind bars.”.

Eddie held out a kevlar vest for Bucky to take and continued, “We need specifics and not something they can talk their way out of later. Nothing that could be turned into a wish and not an action. Dates and locations would be best but try not to lead. Straight forward questions that leave no room for some crackpot defense team to have their confessions tossed.” 

The vest was still hanging from Eddie’s fingers when he finished up his little speech, he glanced at Bucky and surged the garment towards him again. Bucky huffed and shook his head, answering his unasked question with a small smirk.“I ain’t wearing that.” 

“What if they come in shooting?” 

“Then it’s my time to go,” Bucky said simply. “Look Schidmt might be a psycho but he’s not an idiot. He will be able to tell I’m wearing one and things will get real bloody, real quick.” 

“And you know that for a fact?” 

“We’ve known them a long time.” Eddie stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate. Bucky sighed. He already hated this deal. “About six or seven years ago, Steve and I found out about some of their more… unsavory pastimes. Killing women and kids to make a point. Selling guns to young kids on the streets, urging them to use them and showing them how. We put a stop to a few of their outings. Sent some anonymous tips in and busted up a few... parties.”

“That’s why you went after them on Lone Oak two years ago. You wanted to make sure they weren’t hurting anyone.” Eddie nodded in agreement, but Bucky didn't say a word. He wasn’t giving him anything about Lone Oak until this was all final. There was still something he ha to barter for, and he needed leverage to do it. 

“They threatened Y/n’s life, didn’t they?” Bucky met his eyes but didn’t answer him. He’s said enough. He’s given Eddie enough of himself, and he’s done talking about Y/n to this piece of crap. 

“Point is,” Bucky went on to explain. “They’ve been after Steve and me for a long time, you should get everything you want if you just hang back and listen.” 

“And if they shoot first?” 

“He likes to talk. I’ll be fine.” 

“Okay. If you’re not?” 

Bucky took a deep breath and pulled the chain out from under his shirt. He held the ring out for Eddie to see and tucked it back away just as fast. “Make sure that gets back to Y/n if I’m not.”

Eddie watched as he walked towards the abandoned building they were set up in, there was something off about him. He wasn’t acting like the Bucky he observed in high school, and he definitely wasn’t acting like the Vice President he had come to know over the last year. Something was amiss, and if Eddie didn't know any better, Bucky was hoping this would end bloody. Bucky was praying they came in shooting and he was the only casualty, Eddie could feel it. 

He cleared his throat and called through the unit’s earpieces, “Ready. Stay hidden until I give the call and keep an eye on Barnes.”

Bucky paced the length of the empty warehouse. He’s always hated waiting. It gave your brain time to come up with about a thousand scenarios on how everything could go wrong. He would love it if his head didn’t immediately show him the ten ways he was going to screw this up. The backdoor creaked when it opened, and Bucky spun around on his heels when it echoed through the empty space, expecting to find Johann Schmidt and instead, it was the biggest idiot he knew. 

“What the hell are you doing here, Steve?” Bucky hissed as he stalked towards his best friend, former best friend. 

“I’m with you till the end of the line, Buck.” 

“Not when you’ve got kids at home. I’m trying to save your ass,” Bucky clamored as he shoved all six feet and 220 pounds back towards the back door. Steve gripped Bucky’s shoulders halting his jostling and stared down at him. 

“And who is saving yours?” He countered. 

Bucky shook his head and yanked the back door closed, sealing them both into their fate.“There’s nothing anyone can do to save me.” 

“I know you’re planning on shouldering all the blame yourself. I don’t know for what exactly but I’m not stupid and neither is Y/n.”

He wasn’t about to talk about Y/n. Not now. 

“Just shut up and stay out of the way, okay?” 

Time moved slower now that Steve was there waiting too.  The seconds dragged on, and Bucky could feel regret pooling in his stomach. He should have talked to Y/n before he left. If this ended badly, would she know how much he loved her? Because even after everything they’ve been through, nothing could change his love for her. He hoped she knew because there was no time to make it right. He made his choice, and he had to follow through. 

Time had just run out. 

Bucky knew they arrived before they ever heard a purr of an engine. Something in his gut told him this was it -- the beginning of his end. The side door swung open, and both Bucky and Steve turned to face them. Seven idiots with what Bucky was sure were illegal guns strolled in first and then Johann Schmidt, President of Red Skulls in all his stink and glory. Several more of his goons followed behind him, but Schmidt held their attention. He looked… different from the last time they saw him. His face was covered in red ink that made his skin look like a red skull was sitting over his face, and Bucky couldn’t help what slipped out. 

“Jesus Christ, what happened to your face?” 

The crimson ink was covering nearly every inch of his face, neck, and from what they could see, it ran all the way down to his hands. It wasn’t terrifying, but it did make him look a whole new level of insane. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. I had some pieces added. I like to memorialize important moments in ink. Don’t you do the same, James?” 

Steve glanced towards Bucky, and by the look in Schmidt's eyes, he knew the additions Bucky made after Y/n left. He was ensuring Bucky understood he’s been watching them and more than likely he had been watching Y/n while she was gone. He wasn’t going to play this game, not when Y/n was involved. 

“I gotta say,” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and winced as he leaned in to get a better look, “I didn’t think your face could get much worse but this… this is much worse.” 

“Yes, well, how is that pretty girl of yours? She would look quite beautiful covered in red. I should find out here soon. She’s still living with that idiot brother, isn’t she?” Bucky lunged forward, and Steve was right there to grab the back of his kutte, pulling him back into place. 

“Good idea. When will you learn to leash your attack dog, Steven?”  Schmidt leans forward and lowers his voice so only Steve and Bucky could make out his whispers, “The first chance I get, I’ll kill herself myself. Do you remember what it was like when I burned those girls you tried to save? Do you remember their screams? I wonder what Y/n’s screams would sound like?” 

Bucky smirked and Schmidt’s grin slowly faded. That wasn’t the response he was hoping for, regardless he had a job to finish and a pretty girl to find. He raised his hand, and the men behind him raised their weapons. 

“Here I was just giving you credit for not being stupid,” Buck fished out the chain from under his shirt and held out the end -- a shiny new microphone attached to Y/n’s ring. A bright red dot appeared in the middle of Schmidt's chest and another right between his eyes, followed by several on the men standing around him. Schmidt looks around and gestures for the men to drop their weapons. 

“You really do look good in red,” Bucky winks. 

“Do you know what happens to rats Barnes? They don’t make it very long in our life!”

“If I were you I would keep your trap shut. You’ve already said enough.” 

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The entire bust took about five hours when it was all said and done. It wouldn’t take much for the town to forget The Red Skulls ever existed, and with any luck, they would start to turn on each other by the time they reached booking. Bucky had a feeling the newbies would be the first to crack. The D.A. wanted a big bust, there were no doubts they would make whatever deals they needed to make to keep Schdimt behind bars.  Truthfully, Bucky expected they would want the same from him. Because the fucked up part about all this was, they couldn’t see a bit of difference between him and Schmidt.

“You gonna tell me what the deal is now?” 

Bucky sighed as Eddie marched towards them. “Nah, What fun would that be? You’ll find out soon enough, Steve.” He looked over at Steve and grinned, but it was phony and forced. The same grin he used anytime Steve needed to know he was okay and he wasn’t. Bucky was pretty sure Steve could see right through it. Bucky was right, he could.  

“You kept up your end of the deal. I have to say I am a little surprised you did. I thought for sure you were going to do something stupid to get yourself killed.” Eddie said with a chuckle, but neither of them laughed in return. 

“I am a man of my word,” Bucky retorted. “I know that’s a strange concept when you lie for a living.” 

“Pretty sure Eddie’s always been a lying sack of crap, Buck. The job just helped to bring it out,” Steve affirmed with a smirk, but it only made Eddie grin. He already won after all. What more did he really need to take from Steve? Maybe just a bit of his ego. 

“I didn’t hear you talk much in there. What happened to big, bad Steve Rogers?” 

“It wasn’t my fight. It was Bucky’s.” 

“Well, you’re lucky he already made his deal, or you would be in the back of one of those cars. Right by your best pal here.” Eddie pointed out, wearing a grin that left Steve with an uneasy feeling. A pair of handcuffs were pulled out of his back pocket, and Bucky subtly shook his head, he didn’t want Steve getting himself in trouble over this. There wasn’t a point. The deal was already made. The stone already cast. It was too late to change any of this, and Bucky was starting to think this was the way it was meant to go all along. 

“Buck, I’ll handle it. I’ve just gotta make a call.” 

“Fury can’t help this time. Deals have already done. Just waiting on a signed confession.” Bucky held his arms out and let Eddie slapped the cuffs on with far too much enjoyment. 

“A confession to what, Buck?” 

Bucky looked back over his shoulder as he was escorted towards a waiting police car, shouting back towards Steve, “Get my bike home, and you better take care of my girl.” He caught a glimpse of Steve dialing someone, no doubt Fury, trying to undo all of this.  Bucky dug his feet into the dirt before they could stuff him into the backseat and locked eyes with Eddie. “Before I sign this confession and all of this goes down, I want one thing.” 

Eddie blew out a long breath and shook his head. He knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He fucking knew it. “And what might that be?” 

“I need to see Y/n one more time.” 

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff, Married Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Established Relationship, Bury me with all my grammatical errors, Not Beta Read, Songfic, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Fluff and Smut, Explicit Sexual Content Series: Part 4 of Love in the Dark Summary:

Buck is going to fight for their love. Sugar, sprinkles and all.

[Finally we reach to the final chapter of the fourth installment ;) Thank you all :)]

Salvation of a Sinner

Eddie can smell his husband first before seeing him when he wakes up that morning. Buck smells like warm sugar and chocolate, with a hint of whipped vanilla.

For the last two and half days, Buck and Chris have been experimenting with the baked goods they supposed to prepare for the upcoming Bake Sale. Chris was quite indecisive and Buck having all the time on his hand now, decided to indulge their son and to try and see what came out the best.

The baked goods were then brought to the 118 with voting papers attached. The station actually looked brighter the moment Buck stepped inside with Carla in tow, all smiles and radiant. Eddie could see the small tension in Buck's shoulder melted away when he chanced a glance towards the locker, seeing his nameplate and gears were still there, loyally waiting for the owner to return.

Eddie himself can't wait for his husband to be cleared for duty, but presently, he needs to get ready for work, which will be long and arduous without Buck besides him.

He shifts towards Buck who is still very much asleep, marveling at the view of the peaceful features. Warm breath puffing in small huff from the parted mouth and Eddie can't resist but to lean down and kiss the edge of the red pouty lips. Buck scrunches his face when Eddie's morning stubble scratches his nose.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Eddie nuzzles into his husband's cheek, deliberately scratching the skin with his stubble knowing that will goad Buck awake.

"Ugh, go away you scratchy devil." Buck croaks, voice thick with sleep as he tries to push Eddie away before snuggling deeper into his pillow.

"Well husband of mine, do I need to remind you that you got 300 batch of Krispy treats and brownies to make today?" Eddie proceeds to scratch Buck's tousled bedhead, feeling the soft hair there, which only cause Buck to melt further in content.

"It's Rainbow Rice Krispies Treats and Cookies-and-Cream Oreo Fudge Brownies." Buck sasses. Those two got the highest vote from 118, much to Chris' delight. Despite being indecisive, Buck knew Chris was leaning towards the two, so if Buck rigged the votes just to give Chris some sense of validation, their son doesn't have to know.

"Which will not get done by themselves, fancy name or not." Eddie sasses back.

"Urgh, you’re so mean." Buck whines while stretching his elongated body like a cat. "Why can't you stay home and help me bake 'em?" Buck then plops his head into Eddie's lap, smacking his face into his husband's stomach, teasingly blowing raspberries like he usually does with Chris.

Eddie just chuckles, reminding himself how much he loves this man not to smack his arse away.

"Because you know I can't bake shit and I don't want to get my feelings hurt when you kick me out of the kitchen later. And also, why I already enlisted Carla's and Abuela's help." Eddie replies.

"You don't have to do that, you know. I can manage myself." Buck curls his hands around Eddie's waist, content with the warmth there.

"And risk Abuela killing me? No thanks." Eddie quips back. He swears even before they got married, Buck is already Abuela's favourite grandson. The man is charming, Eddie can't compete with that. But most of all, Buck is still prone to exhaustion and dizziness. Eddie sometimes caught him trying to steady himself once in a while, and while that obviously worries him, Eddie doesn't want to be condescending or patronising to Buck. Buck will hate him if he was to be treated like an invalid.

His hand then slowly travels to Buck's lower back, nearing the edge of his sweatpants and start to trace meaningless pattern there which only cause Buck to shudder with anticipation.

"Don't start something you can't finish, husband." Buck warns, breathing slightly hitched. He is not to be left alone in wanton if Eddie decides to rile him up before leaving him unsated.

"Who said I can't finish them?" Eddie smirks, bowing down to meet Buck's lips before kissing him causing Buck to grin in delight like a Cheshire cat.

"Prove it." Buck challenges.

Later, Eddie will find himself rushing through their front door trying to get to work on time, but not before leaving a very satiated husband in his wake.

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Evan: The treats are almost done! >_< *image attached*

Eddie: They look fantastic, sweetheart! Good job! :)

Evan: But this treat *image attached* is far from being done. ;)

Eddie chokes on his freshly brewed afternoon coffee. One moment he was looking at arrays of fancy looking brownies and Krispies Treats cooling on their respective trays, then another moment he was staring at his half-naked husband, covered only in the “Lick the Spoon” apron. Buck was standing against the kitchen counter, flaunting his miles long leg with one hand teasing the gap between the thin material of the apron and the milky skin while licking a chocolate covered spatula held by the other hand. Some chocolate even dripping onto his bare chest. How did he even manage to snap this picture?

Eddie: R you crazy? Carla might see you! Or Abuela or Chris!

Eddie swears he never type that fast in his life before. He’s anxious, slightly furious, nobody is going to tell him otherwise, but he’s still saving the picture for you know, record purposes. But Eddie really wants to save Abuela, Carla and Chris from the nightmare of catching Buck sauntering around in their house naked.

Evan: Why? This treat isn’t that inviting? :(

Eddie: Evan, NO. =_=

Evan: Mean. :(

Eddie puts away his phone, determines to finish up his coffee before another alarm rings. They were having back to back medical calls all morning, so a quiet afternoon is very much appreciated.

When he is halfway through his cup, his phone vibrates again. Eddie rolls his eyes, expecting another antic of Buck sulking.

Evan: How about now? *image attached*

Eddie sputters, immediately stands up and fled downstairs while muttering furious curses under his breath, leaving a very confused Hen and Chim who are throwing each other silent glances, wondering what’s going on with the man.

“What’s up with him?” Chim whispers underneath his magazine. Hen shrugs. “Maybe a stir-crazy Buck is driving his husband out of his mind again.” Chim scoffs. “Glad I’m married to the other Buckley.” Hen smirks deviously. “Don’t be so sure. She’s still early in her pregnancy. Wait until she’s big and swollen, then we can have this conversation again.” She pats his shoulder before standing up to fix her own cup of coffee, leaving a very rattled looking Chim.

Safe in the deepest part of the storage room where nobody can take a peek on his phone screen, Eddie dares to open again the last image Buck has sent to him, slowly releasing his breath that he doesn’t even notice he’s holding. Eddie emits a strangling noise once the image popped up.  

Buck is in their bedroom, grinning widely at the mirror while still wearing the damn apron. Only now his bare ass is on full display, with little to nothing left for imagination saves only with the ribbon-loop of the apron loosely tied on his waist.

Buck flaunts his body in a way that he definitely knows is able to wake Eddie’s primal desire and he can’t risk gawking upon the picture in the common area. He has a reputation to hold, a man of principle that is not easily swayed by his sexy and charming husband.  

Eddie: Goddammit Evan! I’m at work. >:(

Evan: See you at home, husband. :)

Evan Buckley-Diaz is a menace and a chaos, but Eddie loves him anyway.

///

Later when Eddie return to a quiet home, his mouth water for totally different reason. Buck is no longer in the skimpy apron. Instead he found his husband sleeping on the couch engulfed in Eddie's LAFD hoodie and a very short shorts. Booty shorts short. His bubble butts perfectly filled them in, and it took greater self-restrain than Eddie initially thought he needed to stop himself from groping that ass, hard. From the look of it, Eddie dares to say Buck is trying to entice him when he comes home that night but finally succumb to the grip of sleep.

If Eddie didn't notice how tired Buck looks, Eddie would have him ravished there and then, consequences be damned. Plus, his husband has been riling him all over at work, but Eddie is a sensible man who thinks with his brain and not his dick, and his brain is telling him Buck needs his rest and sleep.

"Let's get you to bed, sweetheart." Eddie pulls Buck hand, trying to tug him into sitting up after he switches off the TV that is still flickering at the background.

"Carry me." Buck whines adorably, now hunching forward into Eddie’s tummy, still half-asleep.

Eddie scratches Buck's scalp before scooping him up in bridal carry. Buck has gained some of the lost weight, but he's still far along from bulking up to how he was before. At least his face is less gaunt, and he has more definition in his cheeks now.

Eddie peeks inside Chris’ room when they passed his slightly ajar door.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Eddie asks once Buck is safely deposited onto their bed. He then drags their duvet to tuck his husband in and fluffing his pillow up, pleased to see how content Buck looks.

"Em hmm." Buck replies albeit inarticulately.

"You're sure you don't need any of us accompanying you? Might be a lil bit late for me to opt out from work, but Carla and Abuela would be glad to do so. I can even cash my shift change with John tomorrow morning." Changing into his night wear, Eddie makes his way to the bathroom to wash up, keeping the door ajar. He already showers at the station beforehand so that he doesn't disturb Buck in case he's already asleep.

"Chris will be there." Buck replies while shifting on the bed to face the bathroom door.

"Chris doesn't count, sweetheart." Eddie leans on the doorframe with toothbrush still in hand.

"Just help me load them into the jeep first thing tomorrow morning and we're good." Buck half mumbles.

"Mmm." Eddie agrees, mouth full of toothpaste. “Are you sure?” He continues after spitting out the foam.

“Positive, Eddie. Now can you come in here faster. I’m cold. Need my human-radiator.”

Finishing up, Eddie proceeds to slide in under the duvet, shutting off the night lamp before pulling Buck into his embrace.

"Alright, your human-radiator is at full service. Go to sleep now. I love you." Eddie whispers to the crown of Buck's tousled head, soft curls tingling his nose.

"I love you more. Sex me." Buck starts to trace lazy patterns on Eddie's abs, nearing more to his happy trails, while trying to grind his groin with Eddie’s thigh together albeit weakly. The thin material of his booty short definitely doesn’t help Eddie’s cause here. While that is very inviting, he doesn't want them to make another hospital trip with Buck in tow. Eddie doesn’t want to be answerable to any of their family and friends as to why Buck is admitted again. Dying by being dicked.

"You're tired. I'll sex you up tomorrow morning if you up to it." Eddie swiftly catches Buck's wandering hand, immediately stopping the man from cupping his dick. If his half-hard dick has eyes, they would be giving Eddie stink eyes at the lost of sensation.

Buck seems to contemplate on the idea. "Sex me up good?" He finally concedes. Buck does feel tired. Exhausted really. If Carla and Abuela didn't help, he's positive Eddie might be coming home to him passed out on the kitchen floor.

Buck feels Eddie's lips pressed against his temple before Eddie brings Buck’s wandering hand up onto his mouth, pressing a kiss to the knuckles.

"The best."

"Promises, promises."

Eddie can feel Buck relax in his hold and melted against his chest. A beat after that, Buck is already snoring softly. While Eddie feels like the weight of the day lifted from his shoulder, the weight of his husband pressing against him grounding him in a very comforting manner. Before long, Eddie finds himself drowsy and sleep comes peacefully to him.

"I thank God for everything

That you showed me, that you showed me, yeah

And I thank God for everything

That you showed me, that you showed me"

///

Buck is not a stranger at Christopher’s school events. Even before they got married, Buck had attended few show-and-tells, few plays and some projects exhibitions. However, when it comes to anything related to Chris’ English Class, Buck tends to avoid them like a plague, worried to collide with one Ana Flores. Buck is a firm believer that no confrontation is the best defense.

Ana Flores who is smart, pretty, lovely and everything nice. Ana Flores who had made Eddie acting like a fool the very first time he met her.

Ana Flores whom in Buck’s drug induced dream, smiling in their annual family Christmas card, who stands beside Eddie on Christopher’s graduation day, who sits at the front row when Christopher standing at the altar, waiting for his spouse-to-be.

So, what if Buck feels threaten by another woman. Hen said his feeling of insecurity is valid when Buck turned to her one day. Even though Ana now is not Chris’ teacher anymore, she is still the teacher responsible for special education kids. So, it was not surprising when Eddie bumped into her during the last parents-teacher meeting that eventually had led to all this mess.

Buck has forgiven Eddie and they’re past that. Even if Eddie still find it hard to believe it, Buck honestly doesn’t hold any anger, what’s more any resentment towards his husband. Eddie has confessed right after he got home that night, and ever since has been trying so hard to make amends. True, the doubt on his self-worth seems to be amplified, but Eddie keep proving to him repeatedly after the aneurysm to not be. Buck takes that as a win.

As for Ana Flores, Buck is not sure about his feeling towards the teacher. It’s not mere resentment, not bitter, not anger but more like insecurity and apprehension. Ana is everything that Buck isn’t. Specifically, Ana has something Buck will never have. A womb. The ability to carry a child. Eddie has created wonderful Christopher with Shannon before. What does Buck have to offer?

And now Buck is sweating buckets under his Henley. Even though Eddie had kept his promise and sexed him up good first thing this morning, they did nothing to calm his nerves when he starts up his jeep.

Buck knows he had come out strong to Eddie, saying he would be fine. But the truth is, he is a nervous wreck. Now Buck is starting to regret denying Eddie’s offer to come along, quoting that the team is already one man down and he did not want to impose Abuela or Carla any more than needed.

Chris is excited, ecstatic to sell the sweet goodness they have baked, and Buck doesn’t want to crash his enthusiasm by being a coward.

So here is Buck standing his ground and staking his claim, fully armored with all the sugary sweetness and one marvelous son (and a slight aching bum).

Arriving at the school, a volunteer leads them towards the registration counter where a teacher is attending eager students and equally eager parents as to their respective booth.

What is the chance that the teacher happens to be none other than Ms. Ana Flores? Well, the chance apparently is 100% for Buck because sitting at the counter, is the Ana Flores, wearing a daffodil hued blouse and sky-blue skirts. There is no denying it, she does look pretty, hair all swaying in the breeze.

Before Buck can collect his nerve, Chris has trudges forward like a man with mission. Well, they do have a mission if 300 brownies and Krispy Treats is anything to go by.

“He - Hello, Ms. Flores.” Chris strides his way towards the teacher, who later smiles brightly upon seeing the little man.

“Hello, Christopher. Are you ready to sell?” Ana greets back, now shifting her whole attention to Chris after another teacher took her place to assist other participants.

“Yeah. We baked – lots – and lots and we gonna sell lots – and lots.” Chris cheers enthusiastically. Watching Chris interacting with his (former?) teacher, Buck has since regains his confidence. You got this, Buck!

Ana looks up and saw Buck, and Buck smiles his thousand-megawatt smile, one that he used to throw around at the crowd of young spectators during their rescue. One that had made Eddie extremely jealous when a young man slipped his phone number into Buck’s pocket after saving his roommate. Here goes nothing.

Buck can’t help to notice Ana’s smile falters a bit after seeing him. Does she had hope Eddie will be the one coming? Alright, time to mark your territory, Buck. Buck braves forward, approaching the two.

“Hi, I’m Buck. I think we have met before.” Buck offers a handshake, still wearing the crowd-pleaser smile of his.

Ana seems to be pulled out from her stupor. “Yeah. Yes. I’m Ana. Umm, yes, we have met before, but we didn’t really introduce ourselves. I’m sorry, I was actually expecting Mr. Diaz. Christopher said his dad will be coming for this Bake Sale.” She replied cautiously while shaking Buck’s hand.

Buck raises his eyebrows. Huh. Cutting straight to the chase, won’t we?

But before Buck is able to open his mouth to cut Ana down a size, Chris chimes in, “Buck – Buck is my other – father, Ms. Flores. He is – my Pops.”

If anything, Buck leers wider. Take that Miss. Oh, Chris is up for a good treat this weekend. “Yeah, the name is Evan Buckley-Diaz, but people usually call me Buck. Eddie is my husband. Technically, I am the other Mr. Diaz. Is there a problem, Ms. Flores?” Buck asks while batting his eyelashes, eyes never leaving Ana’s, feigning innocence rivaling Chris’.

The moment Buck introduced himself, Ana suddenly freezes, breaking the eye contact first. Buck too, freezes because Ana froze, does that make sense? Buck can feel the electrifying tension in the air during the beat of silence between them.

What Buck does not expect is for Ana to blush. “I... well...I am,” Ana is gaping like a fish, trying to collect herself. While Chris giggles as if Ana has grown another set of head, now Buck genuinely pities her. Did he come in too strong? The momentary triumph he felt few minutes ago slowly ebbed out of him. Shaming Ana in public has never been in his plan, because Buck still remember being publicly humiliated after that poor man stole his identity to catfish unsuspecting women.

“Well, Mr Buckley...Diaz...,” Ana stammers.

“Just Buck, please.” Buck offers sympathetically.

“Well, Buck...” Now she is stumbling with the checklist, flipping through the names and stops at ‘E.B.Diaz’ written beside ‘Christopher D. B. Diaz’, oh, ooh, oooh, “your booth’s number is 29. You can unload your goods at the main entryway. Another volunteer will guide you to your booth and help you with the loads.” Ana finally gets her act together, switching into more professional demeanor, albeit a bit tensed.

“Thank you, Ms. Flores.” Buck simply said.

“Sure.” She nods ardently.

“Let’s – g – go Pops. The brow – brownies will get hot in – in the car.” Chris is already tugging Buck to move, blissfully unaware of the tension rising between the two adults.

///

When Ana sets her eyes onto one Edmundo Diaz for the first time, she knew she likes him. After knowing that Eddie's wife is out of picture long time ago, she knew she got a chance. Gathering information from Christopher’s stories, Ana collected that Eddie never tried to date again. The only constant is this guy named Buck whom according to Chris is his and his father's best friend. Chris incorporates Buck into every family-related project or homework.

She saw Buck a few times, picking up Chris from school, and even attended the school play and science fair. Tall, buff, and handsome, but she already got her eyes fixed on Mr. Diaz.

Now that Christopher is not in her class anymore, she finally made her move to convey her feeling to Mr. Diaz. She thought she would be more articulate, but she ended up jump straight to kissing Mr. Diaz after the parent-teacher conference. Which she admits, not her finesse moment, but before she can deepen the kiss, Mr. Diaz pulled back before cursing in long succession of Spanish and English. The man literally dashed across the hallway faster than the school’s track and field’s athlete. Did she feel humiliated? Yes. Will she give up? Absolutely not.

So, Ana waited for her chance to talk to Mr. Diaz privately.

But her chance never came afterwards. Later, she learnt that Buck was in hospital, which might explain the reason Christopher has been skipping schools for few days here and there.

But now, with the Bake Sale is coming, Ana sure her chance is finally here. Chris had confirmed that his father will be joining the Bake Sale and Ana can't wait. She wore her best outfit, dressed to the nine and even had her hair and nails done.

Then Ana met Buck instead of Mr. Diaz, who appears to be the one accompanying Christopher for the Bake Sale. He’s thinner than the last time Ana saw him, but otherwise looked healthy. Oh wait, scratch that. Evan Buckley-Diaz. E.B. Diaz. The E.B. Diaz. And Ana never had wished so hard upon a star for a hole to suddenly swallow her into the deepest pit, never to come up back again. Let her be buried in shame and disgrace.

///

After a very successful sale at the Bake Sale this morning, Buck and Chris return to their home with heads held high, clearly pleased with the outcome. Buck just earns himself the right to gloat to Eddie for the rest of his life. Despite he can see that Ana was actively avoiding their way, Buck didn’t allow it to bother him. What’s important is that Chris is happy, and he had stood his ground, introducing himself as Chris’ other official parent.

What he doesn’t expect is for Ana Flores to stand before their front door that late afternoon.

“I kissed Eddie.” She promptly blurts out.

Now Buck senses like he is experiencing some kind of deja vu.

///

Ana Flores might be a determined woman, but a home wrecker she is not. If confessing her sin is what needed so she can sleep at night, so be it.

And that's how she finds herself standing in front of the Diaz, no, Buckley-Diaz residence, late in the afternoon after the Bake Sale. Mrs. Dolores had given her some serious side eyes when she skipped the cleaning duty, citing family emergency. Well, technically this is an emergency. A family might be torn apart because she did something stupid.

She has drafted a perfect apology speech during her drive to the couple’s residence, but every word flew away the moment Buck opened the front door. “I kissed Eddie.” She blurts out, as finesse as the first time she kissed Mr. Diaz.

She nervously waits for the impending yells, or even slaps, but they never come. Instead she finds Buck doubling over, laughing his heart out. Now she is even more confused than the first time she discovered Mr. Diaz has remarried. Has another of his aneurysm popped?

“Mr. Buckley-Diaz…?” She inquiries, genuinely concern as to Buck’s health.

“I’m sorry. One moment. Oh, and just Buck, please.” Buck gathers his breath, some small chuckles escaping him.

“Mr. Buckley, please… I am so sorry.” Ana pleads, guilty etched on her sullen face.

“It’s okay. I gather that you didn’t know?” Buck asks back. From her demeanor after Chris dropped the bomb, she looked completely blindsided. Buck couldn’t possibly hold that against her.

Ana nodded furiously. “If I had known, I would never… I swear.”

“I believe you.”

///

The smell of rich chocolate still wafts sweetly through the front door when Eddie returns home that evening. He immediately feels at ease the moment he steps into their little house.

“I’m home.” He calls out to his family whose laughter could be heard emanating from the kitchen. To be honest, Eddie has been slightly on edge about the day, and Buck doesn’t really give him much update except from “it’s great” and “see you at home later”.

“Welcome home!” He hears Buck replies (yells) back to him.

Eddie quickly makes his way towards the kitchen. The dinner table is full of the duo’s bounties today. Chris must have convinced Buck to try everything out and Buck must have been indulging their son endlessly.

“How does it go?” Eddie questions tentatively, rounding his way to hug Buck who is sitting beside Chris.

Buck cheekily shows him the stacks of empty trays sitting by sink, waiting to be cleaned by none other than Eddie himself. Eddie can see how Chris’ and Buck’s eyes glimmers and wide grins spread across their faces, both vibrating in eagerness.

Something crossed on to his mind. “Did you guys sell everything?” Eddie exaggerates his surprise, pleased to see how both are smiling even brighter.

“Y – yes – Daddy.” Chris nods keenly, Eddie worries his neck might hurt.

“Good job big man!” Eddie throws a high five.

From the side of his eyes, he can see Buck pouting. “How about me?”

“Well, you did a good job baking, but I am sure Chris here is the selling point.” Eddie smirks teasingly.

Buck huffs. “Well, then please do a good job cleaning up those trays. Abuela wants them to be shiny when we return them later.” Buck quips before walking away with Chris in tow, ready to turn for the night.

///

Buck returns to the kitchen after finishing tucking Chris in.

“He’s asleep?” Eddie asks from the sink, still trying to scrape away the residues that somehow leaked from the baking paper.

“Not even reaching another page of the book.” Now they are on the first one of the Diary of the Wimpy Kid series. Buck then leans against the counter beside Eddie who is still struggling with the mess.

Eddie hums, still focusing hard to scrape the gooey madness that somehow refuse to go away.

“You only answered part of my question just now. How does it go?” Eddie turns towards his husband, already given up on the trays.

Oh.

“Peculiar yet funny things happened, you won’t even believe me.” Buck provides while hands pulling Eddie closer to him.

Eddie’s eyebrows crease in confusion. “Dare to enlighten me?” His hands in turn snakes around Buck’s waist.

“Ana doesn’t know that we are married. Never know that you remarried. Thought E.B. Diaz is Edmundo B. Diaz, Not Evan Buckley-Diaz. Plus, Chris had graduated from her class when we got married, so she doesn’t really get the notice.” Buck explains, patiently waiting for Eddie to wrap his head on the story.

At that very moment, Eddie’s worldview just cleared up even more. Huh.                

“Evan, I…” Eddie suddenly sounded a little bit on edge. If Ana didn’t know, then the burden of the guilt shifted onto him totally. Eddie only have himself to blame.

Sensing the tensing in Eddie’s voice and the way he is trying to free himself from their intertwined limbs, Buck just embraced him tighter and start swaying their bodies to the invisible rhythm.

“We’re past all that, Eddie. You didn’t know that she didn’t know. Plus, from what I gather, she’s the one who kissed you first, and you didn’t act upon it. This was all a huge misunderstanding. I love you, Eddie. I love our family. Nothing can take that from me, from you, from us, aneurysm or not. You need to forgive yourself, Eddie.” Buck says intently, sincerity and adoration clear in his bright eyes.  

Eddie never thought he can fall deeper in love with Buck, but he does. He whole being just fall in love even more with the man standing in his embrace. Buck is everything good that Eddie never thought he would find again after his first marriage crumbled. Buck just has that kind of power over Eddie, but Buck seems to be oblivious of it. Eddie has never been good with his words, so instead, he pulls Buck closer and press into his husband red lips in a filthy bruising kiss.

“You are my home.” Eddie whispers against Buck’s swollen lips, pressing their bodies even closer with no space left in between them.

“And you are mine.”

[yoonminos]

pretty birthday boy  (dirty pretty things #1) [part 2 here]

↳ pairings: jungkook x female reader

↳ genres: smut and fluff (if you squint enough to find it) | words: 7k

↳ warnings: explicit sex; dom/sub undertones; switch!jungkook, switch!reader, dom!reader, sub!jungkook; established relationship; pegging; spanking; sex toys; anal sex; slapping; snowballing; jungkook wears lace panties but idk how to tag that so there's that.

↳ summary: It's Jungkook's birthday and you throw him a surprise party with the help of your friends. The thing that surprised you, though, was Jungkook buying himself a gift and asking you to use it on him.

It is Jungkook’s birthday and that’s how you find yourself running back and forth from the kitchen to the living room of his apartment to make sure everything is in order. All the booze and snacks already placed around with some decoration that you crafted with the help of his flatmate, and one of your closest friends, Jimin. You take a breath, things look good and ready. You smile at the thought of Jungkook’s reaction once he gets to the apartment and sees the surprise.

It doesn’t take long for the closest of your mutual friends to arrive along with some of Jungkook’s classmates that you don’t know that well but that Jimin managed to get in contact with. You and him have been the masterminds behind all this. Jimin on charge of tricking Jungkook into going to a bar after their practice today, supposed to pretend that he forgot something in their apartment and having to go back last minute before their plans.

When Jimin texts you that they are on their way to the apartment, you and all the guests huddle in the dark behind the furniture of Jungkook and Jimin’s living room. A giggly Seokjin is by your side and you have to bite your lips to not join him in it, slapping him lightly in the arm to shush him. A sudden feeling of excitement running fast through you and keeping you on edge until you hear the noise of the door opening, the click of the light switch. From then on, it’s chaos.

Everyone is jumping from their hiding places and yelling “surprise!” and singing happy birthday to him. All you can really focus on is Jungkook’s reaction. His wide eyes, quickly taking in everything in front of him and slowly gaining the prettiest of glimmers to them as he starts to cutely clap along to the song. When it's over and everyone is cheering loudly, the biggest smile is spread on his lips and his friends get to him one by one. He hugs them, tells them his thanks for the congratulations and it doesn’t really take long before his eyes are searching for yours, finding you in the middle of the room watching him.

He’s smiling at you, all bright and warm and you can feel your chest bubbling with the exchange. You bite your lips in an attempt of containing your own big stupid smile then nudge your head to the side in a way of telling him to finish greeting his friends first. He does, too polite not to. It’s only when Sunmi, one of your best friends that you met through him, drags you through the small crowd, yelling at some of the people huddling around him to “let her say hi to him!” that you finally get close to him.

You feel your cheeks warming a bit under all the attention, but you’re finally standing in front of Jungkook so it doesn’t really matter.

“Hi, birthday boy.” You manage to say lowly, eyes focused on his that keep on flicking with amusement and fondness.

Jungkook is poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek, eyes are narrowed at you as he shakes his head and clicks his tongue.

“You little menace.” He finally tells you, a low chiding as his hands come to wrap around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. Your own hands finding purchase in the front of his jacket.

“All that dodging today was because of this? I can’t believe you really let me think you had to study over hanging with me in my birthday. All those lies! That hurt, y/n.”

“Well, it’s like they say. A little pain truly goes a long way, doesn’t it?” You cheekily reply and, as soon as you do, he is groaning with a fake tone of disgust to it, throwing his head back a little.

“You’re so crude and, literally, no one has ever said that. I hate you.”

You laugh lowly, releasing one of your hands from his jacket and moving it upwards, fingers wrapping around his chin and tugging it back down to you.

“Nah, you love it.” As you say it, you're standing on your toes and reaching up to plant a little kiss to the tip of his nose. When you settle back on the soles of your feet, Jungkook is smiling down at you with so much that you feel instant warmth pleasantly spreading everywhere on your body.

He leans down and his lips touch yours, only for the briefest of seconds.

“Thank you. This is amazing.” Jungkook murmurs softly, every syllable a gentle breath caressing over your lips. His forehead coming to rest over yours and you move to comfortably wrap your arms around his neck.

“I specially love the decoration that will surely haunt me until my dying days.” He adds.

You laugh again, this time a little more loudly. You and Jimin had made sure to print his worst pictures, make stupid collages and photoshop him in all sorts of weird situations. Both of you having to stop every ten minutes from laughing fits so strong that made you cry. It had definitely been worth skipping class for.

“Jimin helped me with that. You know how it’s always go big or go home with us, baby.”

Jungkook hums his amusement over your lips, closing the gap between your mouths again. This time, he lingers a little bit more. His tongue teasing over the seam of your mouth and asking for entry. You open up for him, tongues meeting in a slow pace but still taking deeply everything that they can. Your fingers caressing the soft hairs on the back of his neck as his thumb presses and draws comforting figures and mindless patterns by your waist.

And, as easy as that, everything is Jungkook. His unique sharp taste mixed with the vodka lemonade he just had that you drink off his tongue. His sweet scent swarming all around you and making your head hazy. His firm broad chest pressing over yours, long fingers wrapping perfectly around your waist and, somehow, it's not enough. You want more.

You press your body closer to his, your fingers tugging on his hair and trying to shift his head for a better angle, one that allows you deeper. He entertains you for a little bit longer, fingertips digging further on your waist as his tongue drags and slides over yours with more purpose, more want, before he is pulling back, teeth coming to bite gently at your lower lip as he breaks the kiss.

You whine lowly as a complaint, opening your eyes with a pout already set on your lips.

“Later, baby. We have a crowd to entertain.” He tells you with an amused smile, pressing a quick peck on your pouty lips before he is tugging you by the hand and leading you to the improvised dance floor that currently is set in the middle of his living room.

A few hours and a couple of shots later, Jungkook is finally tugging you free from Jimin and Sunmi’s hold - you’ve been dancing with them for a little while, Jungkook socialising with some of his other friends - and guiding you to his bedroom. Once you're inside, he is quick to press you to his closed and locked door. His hands finding your wrists, fingers wrapping around, pulling them up and pining them over your head as he presses his body further into yours, hips pressuring perfectly over yours.

He is staring you down, something searching in his brown orbs that you can’t quite decipher yet. You’re about to ask him about it when his lips find yours, a hungry and searing kiss that has you groaning over his mouth. He takes, deeply and quickly. Tongue flicking over the roof of your mouth, tangling with yours in a demanding manner that soon enough has your whole body curling and tightening with desire, your heartbeat hammering wildly on your chest.

Then, he is guiding your head to the side, adjusting the angle and you can only follow. His tongue reaching even deeper, dancing with yours intensely and messily, just as you both like it. When he sucks on your tongue, you moan. Push your own hips against his and find pleasure in the low groan your action gets out of him. That’s when he backs his head away from you, biting your lower lip and slowly dragging it throughout the release. You take the opportunity to catch your breath, your chest already going up and down in a harsh pace under his.

As you both look at each other for a moment, hardened breaths and reddened lips, you trade a devilish smile that is enough of an incentive for Jungkook to being slowly grinding his hips over yours. You groan your approval as he starts the movement but, soon enough, you realise that he is playing with you. His pace is torturously slow, his half hard-on pressing over your clothed core and dragging away so slowly and almost gently. It feels maddening. You whine out a more, but all you get is a smirk spreading on his lips as he sticks to his pace and watches you from his half-lidded eyes.

“More.” You insist, this time more loudly and more demanding as push your own hips to meet his, trying to gain more friction.

“Behave.” He tells you, yet there’s an amused tilt to his tone.

Instead of doing as you're told, you only buck your hips up again and try to break his hold on your wrists. You can take too and he knows it too well. But this time it’s of no use, his fingers digging further into your skin and pressuring your arms back to the door, more strongly than before. You whine again but this time is different, is needy as you take a second to breath through the dizzyingly pleasure shooting down your blood from how tight his hands are around you, from how his fingers nip at the skin and pressure, from how good it feels to be roughly pressed up to the door like that, to be struggling against his hold like that. You both have always loved the defiance and the stubbornness in the power play a little bit too much.

“So needy. This is what you want, hm?” He asks you, snapping his hips once and harshly over yours. Finally.

“Y-yes.” You gasp at the feeling, throwing your head back on the door as you offer yourself to him. Jungkook takes the invitation. He leans down, teeth nipping at your exposed neck before he is kissing and blooming a delicious bruise on the skin.

When he thrusts his hips again, you move along with him. Your pelvis meeting his and the outline of his hardening cock pressuring against you deliciously.

“Fuck.” You curse before you feel Jungkook suddenly releasing your wrists, his hands wrapping around your waist as he easily shifts your body around until your forehead is facing the door, your back to him. One of his hands going down to your lower back, keeping you in position as his other roams further down, lightly caressing over your skirt.

“Looking so pretty, all dressed up with my favourite skirt. Is this all for me, baby?” He asks, warm breath fanning on your neck, rough voice in your ear that has shivers running down your spine. His teeth tugging on your lobe and making you let out a small whimper.

“Y-yes.” You answer but is comes out broken as his hand push your skirt up, the pad of his fingers lightly teasing around the band of your already slightly wet underwear.

“Such a pretty girl.” He kisses your neck and you moan as his palm comes down on your exposed skin, a not so light slap making your skin flush and feel tingly in the best of ways. So good.

“I’m-” Jungkook begins, stops when his voice comes out a bit too hoarse. Clears his throat and tries again. “I’m wearing something pretty too. Kinda still had hopes of somehow seeing you tonight.”

The sentence is enough to immediately set you on fire with curiosity and you’re turning on his hold, facing him within a flat second with winded eyes and a gaping mouth. You might be good with your surprises, but Jungkook somehow always find a way to beat you on it.

Your eagerness is translucent and, as always, it makes him chuckle lowly. You close your mouth, a small smile forming there as you watch him. You bite down your lower lip to try to contain it from getting too wide. Jungkook looks somewhat bashful, eyes shifting down to his feet as he keeps on chewing on his lip, the faintest flush adorning his cheeks. So sweet. His duality will still be the end of you, you are sure of it. Still, you will your excited heart to calm down for a second and, finally, try to speak.

“Oh, are you? Show me.”

He looks up at you, eyes searching your expression and an assured smile being offered to you before he is stepping away and walking towards the middle of his room.

You take the opportunity to marvel at him. Jungkook is wearing one of his many simple oversized black t-shirts, tucked into his light washed ripped jeans and his jacket is long gone in the heat of alcohol and bodies that his apartment has turned into. A simple, basic choice for an outfit but somehow he still looks like something akin to a god in your eyes.

He starts with the t-shirt and, as he does it, you know he is ready to give you a show. His fingertips slowly teasing inside his shirt, hitching it up only slightly, giving you just the smallest visual of his honeyed skin. Still, you lick your lips at the sight, palms already tingling with the want to touch, to take, to mark.

“Go on.” You raise your brows at him in a challenge, sounding a bit too breathless even though he isn’t even shirtless yet. The anticipation making heat simmer inside you, only waiting.

Then, Jungkook is finally bunching up his shirt higher. One of his thumbs brushing on his nipple on the way up and he gasps, purposefully loud and pitchy, a smirk spreading on his lips as he hears you curse his name in reaction. You let him have his teasing for now, you like it far too much not to. 

After the shirt is finally out, you barely have the time to appreciate the skin and hard defined muscle that is exposed to you because his hands are sliding down his chest, coming to a stop by the waistband of his pants only to tease there too. Fingertips sliding in and out, playing with the button as he keeps looking at you. Waiting.

“Will I have to go there and open it myself, baby? Or will you be a good boy?” You ask, voice coming out a bit roughed up and snappy. Desire eating up all your rationale.

Jungkook bites his lips, breaking through a smile that threatens to spread on his face and shakes his head to the sides in a silent negative.

“I’ll be a good boy.” He tells you, big doe eyes looking at you through his lashes as he, finally, opens the button and pushes his pants down. You know it’s coming, but it still makes your breath catch in your throat. Still makes your mind swirl dangerously with hot and consuming need.

You two had bought them a few months ago and he had used them only a few times until today, growing more confident with it as each time went by. You can still remember clearly the excitement making you almost dizzy as you two talked about it. You two were finally talking out all of your dirty kinks and Jungkook confessed, a blush creeping up his neck and spreading prettily on his cheeks, about how he always had wanted to see how lingerie would look on him. Immediately, you picked up your phone and made the order along with him. You keep waiting for the effect to lessen in you but it hasn’t yet.

Now, here he is. Hardening cock pressed against the prettiest intricate pattern of black and delicate lace, a wet spot where the tip is compressed against and he looks so dangerously and ethereally pretty that you feel like you could cry. The sight alone is enough to make arousal spread like wildfire throughout your body, everything suddenly feeling too hot and too tight. Wetness pooling heavily in your own panties.

You decide to take the few steps separating you two, eyes drinking him up all the way. Every inch of golden flushed skin, slightly sweaty and defined, prettily decorated with the lace and you want to taste.

“So pretty, Kook. Fuck. I swear I almost can’t believe you’re real.” You tell him, a little dumbfounded and it causes the most attractive little cocky smile to appear on his lips.

“I’m real, baby.” Jungkook tells you, chuckling lightly. “See?” He asks, taking one of your hands in his and gently placing it over his chest.

You place your other hand around his waist, revels in how perfect it fits. With the one he placed on his chest, you start sliding your fingers down, scratching the skin lightly with your nails until you finally meet the waistband of his panties. There, you feel the soft lace. You place your hand on top of it and rub lightly just where the tip of his cock is pressed up on. Your fingertips reaching down, spreading slowly and closing around his hardened length, squeezing.

“No, you’re an angel.” You say it and for a moment you could swear you truly believe it. This is what angels must look like, feel like.

Jungkook lets out an airy chuckle the praise, a small moan at the touch.

“Feels good.” He breathes out as your fingers rub softly the delicate lace into his skin. Your thumb reaching to brush over his tip and pressing down at the slit, making him hiss lowly.

When you look up at him, Jungkook is already looking at you. A bit of that questioning from before still clouding his eyes.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” You ask, voice careful and even as you cup the side of his face, thumb brushing gently over his cheek. “Hm?” You nudge him lightly with your nose, brushing it on his. A small kiss to his lips as encouragement.

“Want you to take care of me tonight.” Jungkook tells you, doe eyes boring into yours with a bit of shyness but so much trust, so much want that it makes goose bumps rise everywhere on your skin.

And you know what it means, know what it entails. How he wants you to tear him apart, to push him out of his comfort zone and into the new experimenting zone that you two have been creating for the last months. How much it means to you two, individually and together.

You smile at him, lean in to give him another little kiss before you’re backing away again.

“Yeah, baby. I can do that.”

Those appear to be the magic words, because Jungkook is taking your hand from his face, kissing the top of it before releasing it back to the side of your body and moving. As he walks towards his wardrobe, he tells you.

“I- I got a gift. For myself.” His voice comes a bit muffled through the opened door, a few noises filtering through until he is closing it and walking back to you with a small black gift bag in hands.

“But it’s- it’s for you to use.” As he says it, his cheeks are blushing furiously and he can barely hold eye contact. It’s… cute. It makes you want to lean up and bite his cheek, but he is pushing the gift bag into your hands and the thoughts of what might be in there are too strong, too intense that you can’t do anything but pick it up from his hands and take a steadying breath.

“Okay.”

“Open it.” Jungkook murmurs, a low and nervous tinted laugh as he runs one of his hands through his hair.

And you do, a surprised oh escaping your lips while every nerve ending in your body is catching on fire from the visual of what you find inside of the bag. It’s the black vibrating strap-on harness set that you had told him about a few weeks ago and it’s gorgeous. It’s for you, it’s for him. It’s perfect.   It takes you a minute to recollect and only when Jungkook calls your name, softly and lowly, is that you look up back at him but, when you do, his eyes are quick to fleet away. 

“Are you sure, Kook?” You ask, one hand reaching for his chin and tugging at it so his eyes can meet yours again.

He gives you a small nod, chewing on his lips as his cheeks redden gently.

“Yeah. Trust you. Want it. If you want it?”

“Okay. Of course I want it, baby.” You let out a little incredulous laugh. You've been telling him for ages how this is something that you'd love to try, but only with someone that felt comfortable with it, that wanted it too, obviously. 

It takes you two a few minutes getting around the toy, Jungkook already having studied the set and telling you everything you need to know about it. Where to turn it on, how many speeds it has and how to wrap the harness around you. When he finishes the explanations, there’s a big excited smile on his face that you want to bite.  

When you finish strapping the set around you, the harness defining beautifully over your naked ass and thighs, Jungkook looks at you as if you have just hung the moon for him. Well, maybe a sexier version of that because there’s thick velvet dripping hotly from his eyes and he looks downright ready to consume you but, still.

“You look so good, y/n. Fuck, I can’t believe.” He tells you, unconsciously pressuring the palm of his hand over the hard bulge in his panties.

“Yeah? Come and touch.” You invite, smirking down at him and he is eager to get up from his place - sitting by the edge of the bed - and meet you. His eyes are burning with so much lust and curiosity as his fingertips eagerly and lightly trace the harness on your skin, before he is tugging on them harshly and making you gasp at the sudden tightness. He smiles at you, a playfulness hanging by the corner of it. Eyes sparkling with mischief.

Then, Jungkook’s hand is wrapping around the length of the toy, going up and down as if he is mapping it out, fully grasping the idea of all of it being inside him soon enough.

“Good?” You check with him.

Jungkook bites his lips and nods his head. Before you can really say anything else, he is turning on his feet and reaching for the lube that he had placed earlier on the bed. Instead of coming straight closer to you again, he is pushing his panties down and off. Cock sprinting free, hard and tip reddened, so alluringly wet that it makes your mouth water. When he finally is in front of you again and you’re about to reach out to touch, Jungkook sinks to his knees.

Firstly, he looks up at you. Waiting. It takes you a few seconds, surprised by whatever it is that he is planning, but you nod. Then, he’s spreading lube in one of his hands. Reaching up with the clean one for the length of the toy in front of him, steadying it and guiding it close to his mouth. It’s already an unbelievable and sinful sight. Again, he looks up at you through his lashes. All sweet and innocent but dark and filthy at the same time. You don’t know how he does it, why it makes you want to scream. You try to swallow it all down, to keep it cool.

“Gonna be a good boy. Open up myself for you while I try this, always wanted to try this.” As he says it, voice all roughed up and lust-filled, a little bit lost in his thoughts, you can feel your whole body trembling.

“Shit, Kook.” It’s all you can really say, one of your hands coming to cup the back of his head, fingers wrapping around the soft locks there and holding on. Because even though he is not even touching you yet, you’re the one that feels the need to hold on to something for balance.

Like that, Jungkook is tipping his hips and raising his ass up, hand reaching behind him. You can tell when he starts teasing himself, can easily notice as pleasure starts breaking starkly through his expression. His breaths leaving him in little pleasured puffs, small sighs and moans as he finally gets the first finger inside.

“So beautiful, baby.” You tell him, fingers caressing his hair and he looks up at you eagerly, head softening in your hold as he almost preens at the praise.

Soon enough, Jungkook is wrapping his mouth around the toy. Lips stretching around it as he takes it in, inch by inch, his eyes locked to yours. You keep caressing his head, encouraging, and when he seems to have swallowed everything that he comfortably can, he starts sucking on it, bobbing his head up and down at the same pace that he pushes his hips up and down his fingers.

It really doesn’t take more than a few minutes for him to begin moaning around the toy, a muffled scream as his fingers probably curl and find that sweet spot inside him. From there on, he forgets a bit about the toy, too focused on chasing the pleasure he is getting and you're the one that tugs at his hair and keeps fucking the toy on his mouth, your hips thrusting a little bit, getting it deeper inside and fastening the pace. The action making his hazy eyes focus on you, making him groan throatily around the toy.

Like that, you watch as his hips struggle to keep up with the new speed, his mouth equally struggling to stay wrapped around the toy as loud and broken moans keep tearing themselves from his throat. It only gets messier. His cheeks are flushed, long eyelashes fanning over his cheekbones as he closes his eyes. Red and glistening mouth, drooling a little bit everywhere. His thighs keep contracting and his cock twitching, leaking with precome. He looks so wrecked, so incredibly so.

“You look so good, so pretty. Mouth stuffed, drooling all over yourself. Stretching your pretty ass open for me. Wish I could record you just so you could see it later, baby. How good you look.” You tell him and your voice makes him open his eyes, looking up at you again. You find his brown orbs dark and heady, already glassed and so beautifully lost to the pleasure he is giving to himself. Gods, it’s too much.

You find yourself forcefully pulling the toy out of his mouth and quickly kneeling down in front of him. Surging forward and kissing him. Kissing him fast and rough and messy. Teeth clashing, nipping. Tongue curling, pushing and pulling heavily.

“God, I fucking love you.” You groan over his lips as you break the wet kiss, eyes searching and finding his opened mouth, trying hard to catch up his breath. Eyes still glimmering, now with warmth added to them. So incredibly beautiful.

“I fucking love you too.” He chuckles, voice all roughed up, creaking by its corners and making a thrill run down your spine.

“Bed. Let’s go.”

After you both have stood up, he is the one pushing you to the bed. Your back hitting the mattress and your body bouncing a bit before settling. As it does, you move yourself up to the headboard, to a mid-sitting position.

“Think you’re stretched enough?” You ask, knowing that the toy doesn’t have that much girth so it shouldn’t be a big change from the fingering you two have been doing for a while now, from what he was just doing right now. A change, but not one that he couldn’t take. You’ve been there yourself, so you're not that much worried.

“Yeah.” Jungkook answers, turning on his back by the end of the bed and bending slightly down to show you how easily he fits three of his fingers, pushing them all the way inside. A drawled moan leaving his lips as he does it. The visual and the sound making your mouth water, your body tremble, your core drip and soak even more. You feel so incredibly turned on and it takes everything in you to believe that boy in front of you is actually real, is actually yours. Fuck.

“Good boy.” You tell him, tone just as rough and wrecked as you feel. He turns to face you, his big brown eyes so inciting, that cheeky smirk spread on his lips.

You do the only thing you can and tap on your thighs to beckon him to join you.

“Come on, baby. Ride me. Show me how good you can really be.”

In a few minutes, he is straddling you. One lubed hand reaching down for the toy strapped to you and coating it all over as he rests his forehead on yours, his hard breathing meeting yours. You two are lost in lust, in excitement, in eagerness. It’s intense, as it always is between you, but the new element makes even more so this time around. It feels intoxicating and you wouldn't have it any other way. Your whole body feeling alight and tightened, waiting to snap.

And then, Jungkook is kissing you. Quick and deep, as if he needs as a little encouragement. You give it to him, pour all your love, all your desire to the tip of your tongue and you let him take it. Take all of it. When he breaks the kiss and gives you a little nod, you reach for his ass cheeks, grabbing and lightly slapping at them before you’re spreading them apart for him. An airy sigh escaping his lips before he rises his hips and reaches for the toy, aligning it.

You bite your lips, focus on watching his expression as he goes down, swallowing it little by little. Small gasps and endearing ohs leaving his lips, now prettily shaped in an open small circle. The prettiest furrow of concentration between his brows. His eyes are on your face but they seem unfocused, as if he can’t really see anything, just feel the pleasure building up inside him.

Once he is bottomed in, it takes him a few minutes of adjusting before he is nodding at you again. At his approval, you click on the button of the toy’s small remote for the first time and it comes alive inside him.

“Oh fuck, yes.” Jungkook mutters out, low voice as if he can’t really fully grasp the sensations he is getting to feel right now.

You can feel the low vibration close to where you’d like it to be on you, a faint buzz through the strap-on fabric that's covering over your pussy, but it’s there. And you hum your appreciation as Jungkook's moans keep on elongating, one after the other until he is basically whining.

“Okay?” You ask him, a big smile on your face as you watch his forehead furrowing, mouth opening more and more as he begins to move on top of the toy, experimenting a roll of his hips, before rising them up a little bit and sinking down again.

“So okay.” Jungkook tells you in a pleased grunt, throwing his head a little bit back and bracing his hands on your thighs. He looks beautiful, wrecked, ready for the taking. You feel him burn everything inside you.

“So full, shit.” His voice sounds a bit overwhelmed, teetering on the edge of a possible unbridled pleasure and you’re more than ready to help give it to him.

“Now fuck me like you mean it, baby.” You order him at the same time that you press the button of the small remote again. Two times. Three out of its five speeds and it has Jungkook cursing loudly.

“Fuck, y/n.” Jungkook moans out your name as your hands on his ass incite him to move. And he does, beginning to bounce up and down on the toy and picking up a pace. When he snaps his hips down, so hard and so good, you feel the vibrations ricocheting and reaching you a bit more strongly than before. It makes you want to chase it right along with him.

“Taking it so well, baby. So well.” You praise him and it really doesn't take long for his cock to start drooling with precome all over itself and your belly, an arousing and alluring vision. When Jungkook reaches for it, though, you’re quick to stop him.

“Hands on your back, Jungkook.” Your voice snaps and instantly his hands are freeing his cock and lowering to the side of his thighs, his head lolling forwards and widened eyes meeting yours with a hint of confusion swimming in them.

“No touching, okay? Ask me if you want me to touch you.” You add, this time more softly but still with a sternly tone to get your point across. “On your back.”

And he does it, crossing his wrists over his back. Cute.

“T-touch me, please.” He moans out, continuing to fuck himself on the toy.

“So needy, sunshine.” You tell him but, really, who are you to deny Jungkook anything? Though it's not the way he probably meant it, since you have slightly different plans for him today, but your hands find his nipples, index and thumb teasing and flicking over them before squeezing harshly. He moans and slows down his pace so you can continue abusing them.

After a minute, when your hands lower, fingertips grazing over the leaking head of his cock and pinching it lightly before wrapping around it and squeezing, so tight and hard, he all but screams. When you release him, he whimpers and your only answer is to give a moderate slap to his cock, getting it bouncing back, all red and wet on his belly, and that’s when he cries out your name.

“Fuck, y/n. Fuck.”  

You give him another little slap and revel in his broken delicious moan. You feel like you are about to lose it, about to scream because there's so much want and need bursting and burning and consuming inside you right now that you might as well explode if you don't.

“You’re so beautiful, baby, so good to me. Faster, come on.” It’s the only thing you manage to say, your feet steadying on the bed as you begin to snap your own hips to meet his movements, fucking him harder, faster, deeper. Your boobs bouncing a bit with it and you know Jungkook is staring, eyes hungrily following the movement and can only imagine how much he wants to touch but appreciates that he chooses to obey you. His hands only lowering from his back to clutch at your thighs, to help keep his balance steady. He bites his lips, closes his eyes and keep meeting your thrusts.

When he twists his hips a little as he bottoms down and positively screams, the scream morphing itself into a sob, you know what it probably means.

“Did you find it?”

He manages to faintly nod at you and there’s bliss, raw pleasure exploding all over his face like fireworks. Your own private show.

“Don’t stop, Kook.”

And he doesn't, your hands on his waist helping to keep him steady on top of you as you both keep the fast pace as best as you can.

“I need- need more.” He reaches to touch himself again and you quickly hold his wrist with one hand, the other reaching back to slap his ass cheek. Hard and loud, just like you know he likes. He moans, it comes out broken when you slap him for the second time.

“I said no touching.”

“I won’t, I won’t. Promise. Again, please.” Jungkook sounds so wrecked, so good. His puppy eyes incredibly glassed, begging you to wreck him and you know he’s one minute from crying, one minute from having probably one of the best orgasms he has ever had. It’s maddening even for you.

You hit him again and again, his pace on top of you getting faultier and messier by the second.

“C-can I come? Please, y/n. Wanna come so bad.” He whines, low voice asking for permission and it makes everything in you tighten and curl even more, heat consuming at the pit of your stomach and shooting out to your whole body. Mind reeling in how good Jungkook is, how perfect he is.

“Not yet, pretty.” You manage tell him gently as you release one of your hands from his waist, blindly reaching for the remote by your side again.

“Can you take more, baby?” You ask, raising the device to his face so he can understand you’re talking about.

“Fuck.” He sobs again and there’s tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He doesn’t answer your question, only keeps releasing a low string of curses and airy little sounds.

“Jungkook, are you red?” You feel a faint worry starting to spread on your chest, your hand reaching to push his sweaty bangs off his forehead and eyes searching for any sign of pain in his, but your worry is put out soon enough.

“No, fuck. Green. More, yes, I can’t—Green.”

And that's all it takes for you to push up the vibrations up to the toy's full speed. It’s so strong now, Jungkook fucking it down so hard too that you can feel it vibrating lightly on you and it makes you gasp, stuttering for a breath.

Jungkook’s body starts shaking on top of you, his thighs trembling wildly, almost being unable to push him up anymore. You gather your strength and begin snapping your hips up again, as fast as you can.

“Oh my god, fuck. I’m- I’m not gonna. Oh, fuck, fuck.” And Jungkook is crying, fresh tears raking down his face alluringly, his body leaning down, unable to keep itself straight. Getting closer to you, hands and arms shaking as they clutch on the sheets by the sides of your body, knuckles white from the force.

“Come, baby. Make a pretty mess for me. Come on.”

And Jungkook actually comes, untouched and you think that this is too much, probably a dream. He keeps on coming, thick and hot, all over his abs and your chest. Beautiful.

It takes him a few minutes to come back, his body sagging over yours, toy slipping out of him as he lays on top of you. You turn off the toy and try your best to keep him comforted, to adjust so you’re not so squashed to the bed without moving him around too much. Jungkook settles over you, head turned to the side and resting on your collarbone as he keeps fighting to catch his breath.

“You did so good, Kook. So good.” You whisper lowly, fingers gently caressing his damp hair.

“Fuck, that was. Incredible.” Is what he tells you a few minutes later when he finally manages to sit back on top of you, sniffling a bit. Slightly red-rimmed eyes shining with bliss, a fucked out grin on his bruised lips, messed up and damp black hair and flushed cheeks. Pretty and wrecked. That look on him might just be the best thing you have ever seen.

You hum your agreement as he leans down again, this time face to face and kisses you. Kisses you sweet and slow, every twist of his tongue coating you with gratitude and gentleness.

“Thank you.” He mutters over your lips. “Gotta clean the mess I made now." He adds, backing away. That smug grin is on his face again as he winks at you before pushing his body down and down, until his face is at level with your torso.

“Fuck, Jungkook.”

He leans down his head, eyes looking up at you through his lashes as he peeks his tongue out and laps at his come spread on your abdomen. You feel your body fluttering with the feeling of his warm tongue on your naked skin, a bit too sensitive, too needy. Your mind spinning with how filthy what he is doing is and you moan, loudly.

Soon, he is pushing his body back up again and you open your mouth, eager for it. His lips sealing over yours, tongue dripping in and feeding you the come that he gathered and you moan again, this time at the taste of him. Again, at how dirty and deliciously filthy all of this feels. Your whole body pulsating with need.

Jungkook moves down once more, licking and swallowing all the come that was on you before he is reaching up to your breast. Nosing along it teasingly before his warm and wet mouth finally wraps around one of them. Your mouth parting in a gasp when he lightly bites at the hardening nub, your hand coming to tangle at his damp hair and tugging when he starts sucking it.

His tongue is maddening and, after being turned on for so long without much stimulation, you feel like you could probably come from this alone. At a harsher suck, Jungkook's tongue rolling around the nipple to soothe before he is sucking steady and nice again, he has you screaming out his name in a chant like manner, over and over. His eyes flickering open to meet yours, pleased and proud, lust and fire dancing dangerously in them all over again.

Jungkook releases your nipple with a small pop sound and it has you groaning. He raises his head, levelling it up to yours again. He nuzzles your nose, bites your lower lip before his fingers are lightly tapping at the strap-on still attached to you.

“Let’s get this out of you because it’s your turn now to be a good girl for me.”

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Jimin Jealous Angst Request Part 2

Read the first part here

Warnings:Unprotected sex (use condoms yada yada yada), cunnilingus, overstimulation, rough sex, Jesus this gets filthy

Word Count: 1417

You can't reach Jimin for days and you start to worry because he has always responded to your texts.

You end up calling Jungkook because no one else can get ahold of him.

They're roommates, after all, and best friends, and since he actually answers the phone, you just ask if you can come over so you can see for yourself.

He agrees and you throw on cutoffs and a tanktop and rush over.

Jimin has gone out for more soju. He knows he's being irrational. He knows he's sulking but he can't help it.

He'd hate it if you had a crush on anyone but him, but Jungkook of all people? The golden boy, good at everything who could probably deadlift you with one hand?

Jimin had been so angry at you but now every time his phone lit up with your name it was like a knife in his gut. He couldn't go back to pretending to just be your friend. Not now. Not after he'd seen the look in your eyes when you came, seen your mouth open and pouty, as if begging for his cock between your lips.

He hopes you aren't angry with him, he knows he was aggressive but such a red film of rage and this need to possess you had taken over.

He walks in and sits the bags down on the counter. He looks up and sees your face peeking over Jungkook's shoulder and his heart seems to falter in his chest.

He puts the soju in the fridge, slamming the door, and you walk into the kitchen.

"Jimin...where have you been?" You ask softly.

"Right here. You came to visit Jungkook, didn't you know we were roommates?" He hates how sharp his tone sounds but his heart aches.

"I'm not here to see Jungkook! I'm here to see you. I was worried about you."

"Worried? Why? I'm fine."

You frown and lower your voice. "Jimin, about what happened at the diner..."

Jungkook clears his throat. "I am gonna go."

"No, I didn't mean to interrupt your...date." The word feels like poison in his mouth.

He goes to his bedroom, resisting the urge to slam the door.

He sits down on the bed but he can hear you talking to Jungkook softly and he wants to scream when he hears you giggle at something he said.

You're in the living room explaining what's going on to Jungkook in a hushed tone.

"I was talking about when you took me to the gym and he thinks I like you and he got really mad and...some...stuff...happened and now he won't talk to me!" It all comes out in a rush and Jungkook just lifts an eyebrow.

"Some stuff?"

"Shut up that's not important! What's important is I like him and I want him to tell me he likes me too!"

Jungkook scoffs. "Of course he likes you. He's had goo goo eyes for you for months." He thinks for a moment. "You say he thinks you like me?"

You can almost see his devious mind working.

He advances toward you.

"Jungkook, what are you doing?"

"Luring Jimin out of his room."

He grabs you and tickles your stomach and you break out into giggles.

Then he lets you go and sucks on the back of his hand, making the most lewd and loud kissing noises and you're biting your lip to keep from bursting into laughter.

Jungkook is silently urging you to let out noises of your own and you moan quietly, still trying not to laugh.

Jimin wonders if this is actually hell, the noises he's hearing from the other room. He's got his pillow over his head but when he hears you quietly moan that's the last straw. He bursts out of his room and you're standing in front of Jungkook, who disappears into his room like smoke the instant he sees Jimin's face.

You turn around with a guilty look on your face and Jimin suddenly wishes he could be angry again, wishes he could feel anything other than heartbroken.

"Y/n, do...do you enjoy hurting me?" His voice sounds low and hoarse and his eyes burn and he hates it.

"Jiminie....no...I just...I wanted to..." He's coming toward you and you're stammering at how intensely he's looking at you.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted the other day but if this is payback then it's cruel. You know how I-"

You cut him off, finally finding your voice.

"I don't know anything, Jimin! You just got so angry and you didn't tell me anything! Then you ignored me for days!"

"I ignored you because I can't just go on being your friend! I can't hang out here while you and Jungkook make out on the fucking couch and pretend it doesn't tear my heart out!" He bursts out, breathing hard.

You take a step forward and he hates the way he can't stop looking at your mouth, how the nearness of you makes his head spin.

Then you kiss him and he thinks he might literally go weak in the knees like the heroine in a romance novel.

You grab the back of his head and kiss him harder, and when you break away your eyes are flashing.

"I don't want to date Jungkook. I want to date you and if you'd just given me five minutes to explain I-"

This time he cuts you off, mouth almost punishing on yours, tugging your hand to pull you both down onto the couch.

You pull off your tanktop and the second you toss it to the ground his mouth is all over your exposed skin, sucking marks all over your throat, your cleavage.

"You did this on purpose. You made me think you wanted him."

Jimin's deftly unbuttoning your jeans while still kissing down your throat and you lie back on the couch expectantly as he yanks them off of you.

He's got his hand on you instantly, rubbing your clit gently between his thumb and middle finger, and you bite your lip to muffle a moan.

"I'm gonna show you I'm better than Jeon fucking Jungkook," Jimin breathes, and slides two fingers inside you and moves down your body to latch on to your clit, sucking hard.

Your back arches so deeply you come up off the couch, and after a few moments you think it’s almost too much until he curls his fingers inside you and you come so hard you yell out his name.

Jimin lifts his head up to smirk at you from between your thighs.

“That’s right, Jagi. Let him hear it’s my name you’re screaming, not his.”

You want to roll your eyes at his possessiveness, but you roll them back in your head instead when he lowers his head to lap at your clit again.

“Jimin, please, I can’t-”

He just hums against your clit and you can barely breathe when you come again, bucking your hips.

You feel almost delirious, whole body shaking, and you barely know the words are coming out of your mouth until they are.

"Fuck me, Jimin. Fuck me so hard I can't walk out of here."

He draws in a sharp breath and pulls down his sweats and slides inside you so quickly you lose your breath again.

He does as you say, fucking you so hard you have to grit your teeth to keep from screaming.

He keeps murmuring in your ear, cursing and praising you in equal amounts.

"Jagi, I could've come just from tasting you, yeah? Fuck! You feel so tight, clenching around me already. You wanted this cock, yeah? Wanted me?"

You're panting "Yes yes yes" like it's the only word you know and he leans down and bites a mark on your shoulder and lets out a low moan.

He pulls out with a sharp cry and paints your pussy with ropes of warm come.

He's blushing right after, ripping off his shirt to clean you up, but you can't stop smiling.

"Now do you still think I want to date Jungkook?"

"You better fucking not." His tone is low but you can feel him smiling against your mouth.

It's days later before you can look Jungkook in the face again and he immediately makes kissing noises on the back of his hand.

You burst out laughing and Jimin punches his arm.

You are glad they're friends again, because you spend a whole lot of time at their place now.

[the-angry-pixie]

(1) So. I had a thought about Theo. You know how in Passing the Time, at some point Theo thinks something like “maybe Will is supposed to cheat on me with Mike...?” or something? It got me thinking, there’s no way Theo didn’t imagine a threesome at least once (not seriously, but the thought must have crossed his mind). and THAT led me to this HC: one day (after Will and Mike have made up and the three of them are fairly chill, but pre-breakup), the three of them are hanging out.

(2) Theo and Will get into some sort of tussling war over something (Theo probably stole Will’s food or backpack or some shit and started holding it just out of his reach, teasing him until Will pounced), and Theo turns it into a tickle fight or a poke war or whatever. Will expects Mike to help, but at the last second Mike just yells “Treachery!” and gangs up against Will. Will swears revenge and pins Mike down, laughing, and suddenly Theo is just watching the two of them wrestle and…

(3) well his mind gets a little carried away, because with Will pinning Mike down, holding down his wrists, and Mike trying and failing to buck his way free, and both of them laughing but also kind of out of breath and clearly just realizing the position theyre in… well. It’s stupid, and he knows it, but for just a moment Theo wonders what it would be like to pull Will into bed then and there, and take Mike with them. (And hey, maybe for the purposes of this AU, he does ;) ;) )

———–

Oooo Anon. I love the way you think. You’re absolutely right. Theo may come off as worldly and unshakeable but truth is, he’s still young and still has sexual fantasies that he hasn’t tried and would LOVE to.

A threesome is definitely one of those forbidden fruit things that he would obsess over.

And yeah, its been established in this universe that he thinks Mike is attractive (despite Mike’s very obvious dislike for him). Sooo that wrestling scenario is totally one where his thoughts would run away with him.

I might not be able to give you an actual threesome scene. But I can definitely give you the conversation that would happen with Will and Theo after something like that.

Well, see below and mind the NSFW. ;)

————

“What time is your Mom home again?” Theo pushed his feet further underneath the warmth of Will’s legs where he sat at the other end of the couch, scribbling in his sketchpad.

“Late shift. Probably around 11.” Will murmured absently. His drawing headband on. His focus somewhere lost inside his fantastical mind. 

“And El?”

“Sleepover at Max’s.”

“And the Chief?”

At this Will looked up with a raised eyebrow. 

“At… work. Why?” The amused suspicion was heavy in his tone.

“Nothing!” Theo tried his best to look innocent. Though he was aware that he probably looked about as innocent as a fox in a chicken coop.

“What are you planning?”

“Nothing I swear. I was just wondering.” Theo buried himself further under the blanket around his shoulders until only his head was visible above the soft, flannel pattern. He fluttered his eyelashes at his boyfriend.

Will snorted and returned to his sketching. 

Theo could’ve left it. He really could’ve. But… the temptation was there. It had been presented to him so generously this afternoon. Heady and delicious. Like a cake sitting uneaten in a fridge. Or like a spot on your face that you know you shouldn’t pick at but you just can’t help it.

He waited a whole 20 seconds further. He counted them out in his head.

“So we’re all alone then…”

“Theo!” The sketchbook was slapped down into Will’s lap. He looked over in exasperation, patience obviously being drawn thin.  “Do you want to have sex? Is that it? We can have sex if you want. I just can’t stand all the–”

“Ok, ok I’m sorry with all the questioning. I’ll stop” Theo laughed. He was not laughing at Will. Just at the cute pouty expression he would sometimes get. He wondered if Mike had seen it? Whether he thought it was just as cute. Probably.

“It was nice having Mike over before.”

At this Theo witnessed that pout melt into a thoughtful smile.

“Yeah. It was.”

“I think he may even be starting to like me.”

“What do you mean?” Theo watched as Will fiddled with the pencil in his hand. Spinning it between his fingers. “Mike likes you just fine.”

“Really?” Theo raised his eyebrows as far as they would go, stroking his chin as though he was ponderously stroking a beard. “You sure that’s your final answer?”

Will bit his lip as he smiled. “Ok fine smartass” he reached out to pinch at Theo’s leg under the blanket. “But he’s definitely coming around to you. That’s just Mike. He doesn’t ever like anybody new.”

“Sure sweetie. Sure.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Theo ignored the question and the touchiness in Will’s tone. 

“Watching you guys wrestle was interesting” he continued casually.

“Interesting how?” Will had that suspicious expression again as he threw his sketchbook and pencil aside to pull his legs up to cross in front of him. Now facing Theo’s end of the couch.

Theo tried to look nonchalant as he pushed a hand back through his hair. He had to approach this delicately so as not to… well he had to be careful with Will.

“Oh you know. Two good-looking guys writhing around on the ground. Panting and heaving and grinding and all that. It was kind of hot.”

He could see the blush beginning to rise in Will’s cheeks.

“That’s not what we were– that isn’t what happened!” the indignation was clear as crystal in Will’s voice but Theo couldn’t help pushing just a bit more.

“Mike’s surprisingly energetic. Ever wondered what he’d be like in bed?”

He watched as Will’s eyes bugged and his mouth dropped open. As though he couldn’t believe what he’d just been asked.

“I– I don’t— No! I don’t think of him like that!”

“You sure?” Theo nudged at his boyfriend with his big toe, making the knee it was buried under bounce up and down. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself this afternoon…” 

“But– it was just wrestling. We do it all the time. Ever since he used to try to hog all the good crayons in kindergarten!”

Will’s eyes were large and to Theo’s surprise, seemed to be starting to look damp around the edges. By now he could tell that Will’s emotions were starting to bridge from defensive to upset and so he backed off. 

“Hey, hey! C’mere” he reached towards his boyfriend. Beckoning for him to come lie against him. Spreading his legs to accomadate. Pulling the smaller teens body back against his chest. Coaxing him into laying his head back against his broad shoulder and allowing him to wrap his arms around his middle. A kiss gently placed behind his ear.

“I was just teasing. That’s all mi amor.”

“Well I wish you wouldn’t. Not about Mike.” And something in that sentence struck a chord with Theo. Something that made the neurons in his brain fire and sizzle. Something that he would come back to muse on at a later time. But he didn’t really want to examine that right now. He had other thoughts he wasn’t quite finished with exploring for the moment.

“I’m sorry cariño” he murmured nuzzling his nose into Will’s soft hair. He couldn’t see his face. But he could feel his body beginning to relax back into him. “Can you blame me? You both looked so good. I got a little excited.”

“Stop!” Will giggled, a hand slapping at the arm around his waist.

“I can’t” Theo chuckled. “You got me all horny. You and that handsome best friend of yours” then he lowered his voice. As though sharing a secret for just the two of them. “Can you imagine it mi amor? Can you imagine taking him into our bed. Sharing him between us.”

“This is weird. He– he’s not like tha–”

“–He wouldn’t know what to do. You would have to guide him.” Theo talked over his questioning boyfriend. His voice was nothing but an intimate whisper now. Never taking his mouth very far away from Will’s ear.

Theo noted the dry swallow that scratched in Will’s throat. He moved one of his hands soothingly up and down his stomach. A shiver seemed to overtake his boyfriend’s body for a halting moment. And then… a shyly uncertain voice seemed to escape from between Will’s lips.

“G-guide him how?”

Theo smiled the smile of the triumphant. He squeezed the boy in front of him closer to his body and began kissing down his neck.

“Maybe he would let me kiss him. Kiss those beautiful, full lips. We’re the same height. It would be so easy. I wonder does he like to be kissed. I wonder does he make sounds when he is kissed.”

He heard Will suck in a deep breath, letting it out with a shudder.

“Would you like that mi corazón? Would you like to see me kissing your precious Mike? You know how good I am at kissing. He would be hard in his pants in no time. I wonder…” he punctured this sentence with a slow suck and a quick bite to Will’s pulse point. “I wonder has he ever had a mouth on his dick before.”

Theo could feel the heat building beneath the surface of Will’s neck. Could practically feel the blood buzzing underneath the skin.

“He has” Will’s breathy voice put forth. “Three times. He… he told me about a girl from the Science State Championships last year.”

“Three times. My, my” Theo purred, rubbing both his hands up and down his boyfriend’s torso. “Still, I bet that girl and those three times would have nothing on what you could do to him. We both know how good you are with your mouth.”

Theo heard a small whimper being bitten back.

“Close your eyes cariño” he paused until he was sure Will had done it. “Can you see it? Mike moaning into my mouth from the feeling of your lips around his cock. A hand for your hair and a hand for mine. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Who to pull closer.”

Another juddering whimper and Theo felt Will begin to grind back against him.  It felt bone-meltingly good. By now he was fully hard and very much ready to do something about it. He just had to take Will a little further.

“Maybe Mike likes to get fucked” he offered in an innocently questioning tone. “Maybe he likes the feeling of a nice thick cock in his ass” he punctuated his suggestion with a firm hand smoothed over the front of Will’s jeans. The warmth and hardness he felt there alerting him to just how excited his boyfriend was by now. “He would look so lovely. Knees bent. Ass in the air. Maybe he would like to swallow your cock as he’s fucked by mine. You would like that wouldn’t you. You would like to see me fucking him as he sucks you off. Right mi amor?”

“Oh f-fuck…”

The grinding was becoming more insistent now. Theo’s hand had made it inside Will’s jeans at some point. The panting sounds Will was making as he moved back and forth from pushing up into Theo’s hand and then grinding down against his dick… fuck, if he didn’t get some relief soon…

He could feel the sweat beading in the junction of Will’s neck as he delivered his finishing blow.

“Maybe Mike would let you ride him. We both know how much you like that. How good you are at it. I would… hnnngh I would give anything to see that. To kiss you and admire you as you take your best friend’s cock so well…”

“Enough.”

The voice was clear and determined as the hot body on top of Theo rolled over and he was met with fiery eyes. Pupils blown and hungry. Lips shiney-red and bitten. Theo was sure he looked much the same.

The kiss that followed was hard and animalistic and Theo couldn’t help but groan as he could now feel Will’s erection sliding desperately against his own - even through the clothes and blanket between them.

Will pulled back far enough for his green eyes to stare into Theo’s deep brown. 

“Fuck me” was all he said, his voice throaty.

It was all that needed to be said.

—-

So there you have it. Whoo! That kind of got away from me a bit. But I like it. An easy enough occurence for Will to brush off the next day (i mean, who wouldn’t get all hot and bothered from Theo’s stellar storytelling skills??), but also just enough to maybe provide some food for thought for the both of them. If you’re wondering where I would place this in the Starman timeline - I would say somewhere post-Castle Byers scene but pre-quarry scene. I hope you liked it. To the original Anon who sent me those amazing Theo HC’s in the first place… I especially hope you enjoyed it!

[softmoxymuffin]

It Started with Submission:  Chapter 2

finally wrote Chapter 2. again first chapter was supposed to be a one-shot but some people seemed to like it so here’s another chapter. i’m thinking of writing this into a 4 or 5 chapter series (hopefully) but i have an end in mind already so just pray i get this done

anyway here’s a link to chapter 1 to fully understand chapter 2

It Started with Submission

Chapter 1: Gym

Chapter 2: Showers

Chapter 3: Car

Chapter 2: Showers

Seth is not gonna do anything. There’s nothing to do, because there is nothing to do about. This was absolutely nothing. Nadda. None. Nothing has changed.

Seth is his same red-blooded straight male self. What happened was just a fluke. A stupid and misguided fluke engineered by Dean Ambrose himself.

But did he? Did he really? Seth would like to think that he knew the other man pretty well by now. He’s always been pretty creative at getting exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. What he had done was on purpose. That’s as clear as day. But was it just for the win on some stupid bet in a gym in the middle of nowhere? Was it just so he didn’t have to do any driving for the next 20 hours? Was it just to prove a fucking point? Or was it-? No. It can’t be like he meant it. Even if he did mean anything by it, it wouldn’t matter.

He finally pushed himself off the mat. He fidgeted about as if his confusion was something he could physically shake off of him. It was the first time in a long time he’s felt uncomfortable in a ring, feeling like someone could be watching him. He made a move to check the gym before leaving for the shower. For some reason he felt like he was about to get caught for doing something he was not supposed to, which was ridiculous because nothing was happening, and nothing was going to happen, and yet Seth was stalling. What for? He shook off his anxieties one more time. Before he finally made his way out of the ring and headed for the locker room.

Seth liked women. Women with long dark hair, and pretty eyes, and pouty lips. That’s it. That’s all he’s ever wanted. He loved women. He’s only dated women. He’s only ever wanted to date women. Women with curves, soft tits, and shapely asses. That’s exactly what he wanted.

That was his last thought as he stepped into the shower and the only other man there was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his narrow hips.

“Took you long enough,” Dean spoke as he approached the other man. “Didn’t think I hit you in the head that hard.” He teased

The younger man was frozen on the spot, his body not fully knowing exactly what to do in this situation. Does he fight? Fly? Or fu-

Just as Seth thought the other man was coming towards him, he had moved barely to the right and turned to where Seth assumed were  the showers. But not before the Armenian felt a firm smack against his own ass.

“See you in there champ.” He mocked before leaving.

What the fuck is happening to him? Seth felt hot all over. Considering the shower only had two people in it, he hardly thinks it had anything to do with the actual environment. He walked towards his own locker and fumbled with his keys, losing whatever coordination he thought he still had.

Struggling with the damn lock for what felt like 5 minutes, Seth pathetically banged his head against it and did his best to calm himself down. He was sorely tempted to leave and go back to their hotel room all on his own, when he realized Dean held the keycard in his own locker. He’d be locked out without the other man.

This was just a shower. That’s it. Just do what you always do. Go in there. Get clean. Then get out. No need for anything else.

When he finally did get his locker unlocked, he made quick work on his own clothes and wrapped his own towel around himself and made his way to the shower. Plan was to use the stalls as far away from the other man as possible. He realized that plan was futile when the sound of the shower that he assumed Dean was using was that in the very first stall.

Who the hell uses the first stall when every other stall was available? What kind of gym has showers with no doors or curtain. What was this junior high? None of this made any real sense.

Seth breathed slowly and did his best to calm down. He’s been to gyms like these before. He’s been to showers like these before. He’s been in showers with a naked Dean Ambrose before. It’s was not a big deal. It’s no big deal. It really isn’t. It’s just Dean.

He turned the corner and the first thing his eyes focused on through the steam was Dean’s naked body. His back was turned. He had his head directly under the spray, his usual brown curls now dark. His stretched his neck from side to side, grunting with each move. His strong broad shoulders rolling outwards slowly. Freckles and scars spread over his defined back like a constellation. All that broadness, tapering into his nipped waist, always smaller then anyone would expect. Then it curved down to a shapely ass, just begging for a grab.

“That’ll cost you 10 bucks.” His gruff voice said out of nowhere.

“Huh?” Seth finally looks up and realized the other man had turned his head towards him with a grin on his face. “What?”

He only chuckled and proceeded to soap himself “If you’re gonna stare at me the whole damn time, you might as well pay me for it.” He laughs, and then made a move to turn his body towards Seth.

Seth was already stomping his way to the other end of the shower stalls. He was breathing angrily from being caught staring. It was his fault anyway for staring. Seth couldn’t help the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him he was way more pissed off at himself for staring than actually being caught.

He takes off his towel and gets into his own shower stall. He proceeded to wash the sweat and the grime of his workout.

Why the fuck was he staring anyway? He asked himself. It’s just Dean. It’s just Dean naked. It’s just Dean naked and wet. What’s there to stare at.

Seth scrubbed his scalp a little harder than he really should. It’s a bad habit he’s developed since a child. He always seems to go a little to aggressive with normal everyday movements, but even more so when he’s frustrated. Which confuses Seth, as he is not frustrated. He’s not. There’s absolutely no reason for him to be frustrated. None. And his dick just happens to be half hard for the exact same reason.

The brunette suddenly stopped. His fingers in mid scrub. The suds just on the verge of reaching his eyes, almost stinging them. But he couldn’t help it. He had heard something.

“Ugh…” a moan had bounced against he tiled walls of the gym showers.

Seth’s mind again whirling with confusion; He isn’t. Is he? He wouldn’t, but he really would.

Seth being absolutely sure there was no one else in the gym in the middle of the night, and even if he had thought there were other people. No one would be blatant enough to-

“Fuuuck!” an even louder moan echoed.

“You jacking off Ambrose?” Seth asked, wanting to sound more menacingly but realized his voice sort of wavered with worry. He hoped Dean didn’t notice.

“Hehe… You ain’t just a pretty face Seth.” he teased. “You got met.”

“For fucksake Dean!” Seth exclaimed as he then turned the shower on to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

Stopping midway when he realized he didn’t really know what to do after that. He can’t stop showering now, he’s barely done. He can’t stop Ambrose now, coz he doubt he was done. If he tried then he’d risk seeing him-

“We’re in the fucking hotel gym Dean.” he yelled out.

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious.” He replied, followed by the unmistakable sound of slicked skin. “Besides, no one else is here.”

“Anyone could walk in.” Seth pointed out.

“Then someone else will owe me 10 bucks then.” He joked.

Seth was just about to reprimand him again when he heard Dean’s guttural voice moan deeper. He’d always envied Dean’s voice. He didn’t envy how a couple of packs of cigarettes a day had resulted in that, but Seth couldn’t deny Dean’s voice reminded Seth of concert speakers blast a hypnotic rhythmic base. A sound that made Seth’s own insides rumble with excitement. He’d always loved how that music seemed to pour under his skin like liquid electricity. It took Seth a night with jacking-ff Dean Ambrose in a secluded gym shower to make him make the comparison.

“Fuck.. harder…” Dean moaned.

Like a fucking order from the heavens, Seth’s dick twitched on command. He was so fucking tempted to groan in frustration, but he had bit his lip not wanting to give the other man the wrong idea. But knowing Dean, he was sure he already was thinking he’s doing the same.

So why not? The question flashed in Seth’s head, which he quickly shook off reminding himself of the list of reasons exactly why that was a bad idea; public showers, hotel gym, gym of the same hotel he was staying at with 30 or so other performers who occasionally have the same insomniac workout schedule as he and Dean.

A loud smack boomed through the shower walls. Seth didn’t need a clear head to realize what exactly that sound was. It was the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh. Seth was suddenly flooded by the thought of a hand spanking Dean’s shapely ass. A tan and manly hand just like his hitting that soft flesh hard enough to make it pretty and pink. A hand print exactly the same shape as Seth’s hand, showing him and the world who that ass belonged to.

All of the sudden, Seth couldn’t get his hand wrapped around his cock fast enough. Just the thought of doing that to Dean made him so hard he just needed to touch himself. Strong and confident strokes milking himself. The thought of his hands on Dean morphed into the thought of Dean’s hands on him. The thought of Dean’s hand on his own cock. Then the thought of Dean’s big and calloused hand wrapped around Seth’s own cock. His mind clouded with the primal need to cum, other’s be damned if they walked in on them jacking off. Together.

The sudden halt of the sound of showers that were not his made Seth freeze. His hand still wrapped around his still incredibly hard cock. The shower making it almost unbearable. He braced himself for what was to come next.

“I’m done. Meet you outside princess.” Dean said as the sound of wet footsteps leaving the showers.

Leaving Seth. Leaving Seth alone and so fucking hard.

Dean had already made him tap.

Dean had already made him hard.

Dean had made him so frustratingly hard and then just fucking left.

Seth was so fucking screwed.

***

[krazy-holly]

Here is the second day of my 12 days of Christmas drabbles!

Day 2 (Dec 14th) Fandom: Pokemon. Prompt: Ugly Sweaters

Meowth entered the room Jessie and James were sitting quietly in, playing a game of chess intently.

“Hey guys…” Meowth announced himself and grimaced when the pair turned to look at him.

“The invitation came…” He said simply and James’ face fell while Jessie’s lit up.

“It did!?” She demanded, rushing forward and snatching the piece of paper from the pokemon’s hand.

Reading it quickly, she grinned and dashed from the room, laughing in a rather frightening manner.

James and Meowth shared a look.

“And so the hell begins…” James muttered under his breath and Meowth collapsed onto the couch beside him.

“Do ya think Buck has to worry about this too?” Meowth asked James as the human began to put the chess set away.

“Buck? I thought his name was Bush.” James stated, closing the chess box and putting it away on the shelf.

Meowth shrugged and James sighed. “Either way, I’m sure he isn’t going to suffer quite like we are about to…”

Meowth grimaced and nodded in agreement. “I suppose this means we’re gonna get dragged to the Christmas store, ain’t we?”

James grumbled. “Yeah…”

Just then Jessie popped her head into the room and grinned. “Go get Mimi and Wobbuffet. We’re going shopping~!” Jessie sang and Meowth and James sank into the couch in disappointment.

The hell had only just begun.

***

The five of them entered the Christmas store, Jessie skipping while James and Meowth were dragging their feet and rueing the day they were born.

Mimikyu seemed completely indifferent about the situation and Wobbuffet seemed equally excited as Jessie.

“We have to find the perfect one!” Jessie exclaimed, bouncing off into an isle full of the most ugly sweaters James had ever laid eyes on. Meowth was tempted to put on sunglasses due to the amount of glitter and bright blue pom poms adorning the disgustingly awful sweaters.

“Ooh, look at this one!” Jessie cried out, holding up possibly the most horrifying sweater in existence.

Meowth would much rather spend an entire day translating Mimikyu then look at that sweater for one second longer.

“You know…” Meowth began. “Why don’t you just put Mimikyu onto a sweater. Then you’d win for sure.” Meowth suggested with a grin in Mimikyu’s direction. The ghost-fairy pokemon just stared at him passively in return until Meowth got the chills and had to look away.

Jessie ignored Meowth and instead began to look at a sweater adorned with way too many pepto pink ribbons.

“How does this one look?” She turned to ask James. James shrugged. “Ugly.” He answered.

“Perfect!” She exclaimed. “Then we got one out of five done!”

Meowth and James looked up at her with surprise at this.

“Wait-what do you mean ‘one out of five’?” Meowth asked hesitantly.

“Why, I’m going to get all four of you ugly sweaters too!” She exclaimed happily and James and Meowth paled in horror.

Wobbuffet looked excited and Jessie pat him gently on the head in approval.  “Come on, i’ll get you one first.” She told her pokemon before heading off into a different section of the store.

“We gotta get outta here…” Meowth hissed, watching fearfully as Jessie picked out a bright yellow sweater covered in brown pom poms for Wobbuffet.

James nodded in agreement. “Let’s go!”

The pair began to rush for the doors when suddenly Jessie was there, blocking their way, a grin on her lips.

“Not leaving, I hope.” She smirked at the pair before looking down at Mimikyu and cooing gently at him. “I bet we can find a perfect ugly sweater for you to wear over your pikachu costume!” She exclaimed and picked him up gently before heading off. Of course, not before sending a warning glare that promised death if James and Meowth so much as took one step out of the building.

The pair swallowed thickly before resigning to their fate and slumping onto a bench.

“We’re doomed.” James moaned.

Meowth simply grumbled under his breath.

***

(Three hours later)

“You guys look perfect!” Jessie beamed at her team as they stood there looking like pouty toddlers as they let her smooth out their sweaters and gaze at them in approval.

“I hate this…” Meowth growled. James nodded in agreement.

“Alright. I think we’re done here!” Jessie exclaimed, heading to the cash register much to Meowth and James’ relief.

“Finally!”

They paid for the way too expensive ugly sweaters and headed home. Just in time too, because they had to head out almost immediately afterwards if they wanted to make it to the party in time.

***

The five of them entered Giovanni's giant building to be greeted by loud music and a large crowd of other team rocket members mulling about, eating and dancing.

Jessie instantly scanned the crowd before her eyes settled upon her subject of loathing hatred.

Cassidy.

James and Meowth tried to back away from the pair as they stomped up to each other but Jessie tugged them back.

“Cassidy.” Jessie spat.

“Jessica.” Cassidy grinned. “Looking good, I see.” She gestured to Jessie’s sweater.

“Touchee.” Jessie gazed at Cassidy’s equally ugly sweater.

Then, in a rare moment of friendliness, the pair shook hands. “May the worst sweater win.” Jessie nodded to Cassidy before turning on her heel and walking away, dragging James and Meowth alongside her.

Meowth and James quickly made their way to the buffet table, ready to stuff themselves with food. Meowth growled under his breath as he scratched at his arm. He hated this stupid itchy sweater Jess was forcing him to wear, and from James’ uncomfortable look, as did he. But both did not wish to feel the full force of the wrath of Jessie...So they grinned and beared it.

Roughly a half hour had passed when the crowd went silent as a member of team rocket that James did not know went up onto the stage in the back of the building and spoke into a microphone.

“Attention all members of Team Rocket! As you know, Giovanni was oh so generous as to let host this Christmas party once more for us. And as I’m sure you all are aware, the time has come for the votes to be counted to see who's ugly sweater won this year’s ugly sweater contest!”

James heard Jessie suck in a tense breath from beside him and Meowth looked up at her, nodding in encouragement.

A moment passed and James knew that it was purposeful for added suspense.

Finally, the team rocket member spoke.

“And the winner is-”

Another unnecessary moment of suspense.

“Bush!”

A moment of silence.

“WHAT?!” Jessie and Cassidy’s outraged yells echoed through the building.

From across the room came Butch’s furious shout. “IT’S BUTCH.” A moment passed. “AND I DIDN’T EVEN WEAR A UGLY SWEATER. MY MOM MADE THIS.”

James and Meowth sweatdropped before restraining Jessie before she could cause harm to everyone in the vicinity.

They briefly wondered if they would get out of this alive…

It would most certainly be a Holiday party they would not forget...

Well, that was my second fanfic to ever post online! I hope you enjoyed it!! I had a blast writing it! Big warm thanks to my BFF for helping me proofread it and edit it: @ninjagamer25

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s fanfic!