#the absolute oh moment i had watching buck begins

[harbingerofsoup]

what really gets to me about the lawsuit arc is that no one really says the wrong thing when trying to reassure buck about everything in a general sense, they say what pretty much what you’d expect for the situation. so, on the first watch you’re sympathetic for buck but you still wonder why he’s reacting so strongly like damn guess this guy really likes his job.

then you watch buck begins. it literally recontexualizes everything especially the lawsuit cause while normally what was said to him would work, buck’s hyperspecific blend of trauma makes their attempts the worst thing they could possibly do to help, but none of them know that! so from their perspective buck comes across as unreasonable while in hindsight it’s actually a very clear trauma response

maybe one day i’ll do a rewatch so i can add specifics that show this instead of just vague incoherent ramblings

[miniseokminnies]

post show ritual—-c.s

⛧ pairing: choi san x nuetral!reader ⛧genre: secret relationship idol!san ⛧wc: 0.8k ⛧warnings: 18+ MDNI, oral [m. receiving], praise kink if you squint ⛧a/n: tiny drabble due to the absolute insanity that was chellateez (i fully blame @myhimbomingi)

You never got tired of watching Ateez on stage, the eight men you’ve gotten to know by working with them for the last few years never disappoint in their performances. Even though your true job was being a stylist for Choi San, the other seven members treated you like family all the same. 

Hearing the footfalls of the members exiting the stage made your heart beat faster, you were afraid it might beat out of your chest. You watched as the group embraced each other, proud of the performance. Eventually San broke away from the others and his eyes found yours. The air between you heavy before he engulfed you in a hug. You felt him melt into you, the adrenaline and nerves calming as he felt secure. 

The two of you stayed like this for several moments before San was wordlessly pulling you toward his dressing room. You felt the eyes of the members burning into your back as you followed him through the door. Once behind closed doors San was able to breathe a bit easier. 

“You were amazing” you moved closer to him, breaking the silence. His hands found purchase on your hips as a smirk graced his lips. 

“I always feel confident,” he pulls you closer, “when I know I’m performing for you” with that he closes the gap between you and connects his lips to yours. The response is immediate, the butterflies in your stomach awaken and heat rises to your cheeks. 

His tongue swipes along your lower lip, requesting entrance, that you excitedly grant him. Adrenaline spurring him on, his hands move from your hips to take greedy handfuls of your ass. While his mouth and hands were occupied you took this opportunity to start undoing the belt you had picked out for him hours ago. 

He leaned his head back against the door behind him, separating your lips, “What are you doing?” he inquired, eyes still closed. 

“Let me take care of you” you whispered back, now reaching up to tie back your hair. San’s only response was a choked whimper. You took hold of his waistband and lowered yourself onto your knees, taking his pants and boxers down with you. Watching as his semi hard length sprang free you spit into your hand. 

“Oh…” San breathed at the sound of your spit. You took him in your hand and began to pump. Another choked whimper from the man above you made you smirk. You always had him in the palm of your hand. 

You leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the tip, licking your lips to taste the salty bead of precum that was already beginning to leak. “Baby, please,” San whined. 

“Fine, because you asked so nicely, and did so well today” you teased before pulling the tip of his cock into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around him, just like you have many times before, but you never get tired of the sounds San makes for you. You stayed here giving attention to his tip and tonguing over his slit for several moments before you felt his large hand latch on to your ponytail. 

Hollowing out your cheeks you move to take in as much of his shaft as you could manage. San groaned above you feeling your warmth enveloping him. Soon, you feel him hit the back of your throat and you begin bobbing your head up and down, upping your pace. San’s grip on your hair gets tighter as his hips begin to move in sync with your movements. 

San is essentially fucking your mouth at this point, looking up at him from your position on your knees you see his mouth slack open and his head rested against the door. 

“My baby, so good for me,” he mumbles, “always taking care of me” you can tell he’s starting to get close by the way his hips buck into your mouth. 

“San! Hurry it up!” you hear Hongjoong call from outside the door, “we have a live to do!” You watch San swing his fist back hitting the door with a loud slam. 

“Baby..” he whines, and you pick up your pace, you always know what he needs. His hips begin to sputter and his thrusts become erratic. Soon his release begins as hot white ropes hit the back of your throat. He holds your head there allowing you time to swallow everything he gives you. “So good to me…” San repeats. Once you're confident you have milked him dry you begin to pull back and off him. 

He pulls you up and into a chaste kiss. He can taste himself in your mouth and feel the flush on your cheeks. Pulling up his pants, like the good stylist you are you help him redo his belt. “Meet me at the hotel later?” he asks, his hand resting on the doorknob, “I’ll be sure to pay you back” he winks and is out the door. 

[hitomisuzuya]

UOOUUGHHH seggs

Needy whiny scara I just need him whiney and being a boyfailure crying and sobbing as he keeps clinging onto us while we ride him before a meeting begins because he was being such a brat hnnngg stupid pathetic boyfailure fatui harbinger 😭

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Whiny, needy Scara. Riding. Scara is kind of a switch.

Writing this is making me feel better. I feel like absolute shit and I am feeling pretty down at the moment.

Scaramouche couldn't believe the state he'd been reduced to. His hands clinging and groping at your hips and waist, teary eyes flicking down over and over again to watch the white ring form on his cock while you rode him.

Each time his cock sank up inside of you, pulsing as it stretched your walls apart nearly him fall limp in his chair, his fingers having to renew his grip. He bit his lip to swallow a whimper as he bucked his hips hips into yours.

"You know, Scara," You began, your lips parting in a gasp of pleasure as his cock kissed into your sweet spot, it took a moment for you to compose yourself.

Scaramouche bit his lip to swallow a whimper. You'd stopped bouncing on his cock, and it was aching for you to move again. "Y-You won't get away with this," He said shakily, turning his cheek into your hand as you caressed his cheek.

You gave a smooth, firm roll of your hips, ignoring his threat. "You might get a long with everyone better if you weren't such a petulant brat all the time," You skimmed your thumb over a tear that trickled from his eyes, slowly rolling your hips down, making the mighty Harbinger underneath you crumble more.

He wanted to tell you to shut your mouth, but the only thing that came out was loud, husky moans as you suddenly resumed your pace.

Scaramouche needed to do something to help ground himself, his cock sinking up into your pussy just felt too good. One of his hands grasped one of your breasts, squeezing before his fingers found your nipple to pinch and roll.

The sensation of your nipple hardening between the pads of his fingers sent a jolt of pleasure to your clit, your pace quickening on his cock in response to the pleasure. You may have been the one making him helpless in the wake of pleasure, but you were also struggling not to fall apart on his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Scaramouche whined, replacing his fingers on your nipple with his mouth. He was desperately holding onto your hips, anything to make you keep bouncing. "I won't apologize," His teary eyes glared up at you.

Your thighs smacked against his for a few moments longer before you stopped all movement again. You couldn't help but smile a little as Scaramouche whimpered again. "Oh, you won't? That's a shame," You slowly moved up and down on his cock, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, "You were just about to cum. Maybe you won't before this meeting."

Your threat made his eyes snap open. You'd been right. He had been about to cum, and for some reason, he couldn't ignore the stronger ache in his cock as you attempted to put him in his place. He really didn't mind every now and then.

His hands scrambled to find purchase on your hips, squeezing as he started bouncing you on his cock. Your eyes widened, you didn't expect him to suddenly take control like that.

Scaramouche couldn't stop moaning and whining from the intense, mind numbing pleasure. His legs shook, feeling a surge of dominance as the sounds of your moans sounded in his ears.

Now he was on a somewhat even playing field, his body shaking in pleasure as your cunt sucked his cock in. He let out a long, content sigh, enjoying the way you were drooling and crying out for him as you suddenly creamed on his cock.

He dropped his head into your neck, a long whimper tearing his throat as his cock pulsed and ribboned cum inside of you. His grip on your hips loosened gradually, riding out his high until your hips came to a stop.

"No," Scaramouche whimpered when you started to dismount him. He clutched onto your hips to keep you on his cock, nuzzling his face into your neck, "one more. Please," He needed to feel you cum on his cock again.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

A Rose by any Other Name

Paring: Eddie Diaz x Buck x Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Notes: First of all how do you capitalize a title, second of all considering the content of this story that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever named a fic. Third, oh boyyy do I need more Buddie x reader fics because ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ thank you so so much for this

Buck is the one who finds them. 

He had been going through your drawers at Eddie’s place, trying to find his favorite pair of basketball shorts. Shorts you’d literally told him were currently in the wash, but does he ever listen? 

He pulls open the small drawer on your bedside table and digs around for a moment, his fingers find something hard, rubber. 

“What the hell??”

He pulls on it and his mouth drops wide open 

“Eddie!!!”

Buck and Eddie are sitting together at the dining table, just… staring. Buck had found your rabbit… and your rose, and your cute yellow star vibrator. He literally laid them out on the damn table for Eddie to see 

“Where-??” Eddie gestures and Buck has his cheeks resting on his fists 

“Nightstand” 

“Ah…” Eddie nods and that’s it, that’s literally it. They’re not saying anything because how do they even process this? And there isn’t an issue, not at all. Buck has…. Things and Eddie you know won’t admit to it but he also does. But you? Having them? They’re not better than cavemen honestly, really you know horny cavemen 

“Is it bad that-?” Buck begins 

“Don’t say it” Eddie points a finger at him 

“Hear me out-“ 

“Buck I swear-“

“I want to watch her so damn badly. I need to see her using that-“

“We can’t just ask!! She’ll know you went through her stuff!”

“I didn’t mean to!! She’ll understand right?? Right maybe we can just like, like hold on I have an idea” 

And that’s how you come home to both of your boyfriends in the kitchen, listening to music and making dinner 

Together.

There’s a box on the dining table and you look at it curiously, a little “open me” note is on it. You pull the ribbon and take the lid off 

There’s a very cute baby tee, with “Daddy’s girl” written across the chest and you roll your eyes, because that was definitely Bucks' idea. You know how he feels about Spencer’s. There’s also a pair of lace panties with a waistband that says fuck me on them, absolutely Eddie’s contribution. 

“Put it on” You jump and drop the panties back into the box. Buck is standing in the doorway, a towel in his hands as he dries them and leans his shoulder against it, crossing his ankles

“Are you two serious?” 

“Oh we’re very serious” Eddie gives you a little thumbs up over Buck’s shoulder and you roll your eyes, grabbing the box 

“Alright alright fine-“ 

“Ah ah-“ Buck waggles a finger at you “Right here, please” 

Eddie stands next to him, leaning against the other side of the doorway, his back against it and you shudder in anticipation. 

“Okay” 

You take your time, peeling off your work clothes, the jeans go first, wiggling them down over your plush hips and you kick them aside 

“Bra too?” You bat your eyelashes and Buck nods 

“That would be preferable… but whatever you’re comfy with honestly” 

You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it on top of your jeans and your bra goes next. Eddie hums in approval as you bend over purposely to take off your panties, dragging them all the way down your legs and wiggling your hips 

“Jesus I hate you” Eddie chuckles as he pushes off the wall to go finish dinner 

You spin around and blow him a little kiss “Love you too babe” 

You put on the new panties, enjoying the way the waistband hugs your hips, and pull the t-shirt on, adjusting it as best you can, your dark nipples so clear through the pink shirt 

“How do I look?” You ask, walking over to Buck and his breath hitches, his sexy demeanor dropping for a moment and he giggles

“Sooo fucking hot” he puts his hands on your hips, practically drooling as she squeezes your sides 

“Come on… we wanna show you something”

Buck guides you to the couch, making you sit down in his lap now and Eddie comes in and pours you a glass of your favorite mango moscato. You look between them, incredibly suspiciously as he hands you the glass 

“How was work baby?” Eddie sits on the armrest and Buck nuzzles against your neck. 

“Yeah tell us about your day” 

“Whaaaat the hell is going on?” You mutter before Eddie tips the bottom of your glass to make you take a sip 

“We just wanted to do something nice for you… when was the last time the three of us had a date?” 

“Last week? We went to the aquarium… what did you do?” 

Buck looks at Eddie who chuckles and gets up, going over behind the other chair and grabbing another pink box with a bow on it 

“We want something. There’s no conditions baby if the answer is no we can still have a cute date night okay?” 

Buck takes the box, setting it in your lap “I want to preface this by saying it was a total accident”

“What the heck are you two-“ your breath catches in your throat as you open the box and peel back the paper. Your toys are lying neatly together…next to a brand new fourth one. 

“Uhhh???” 

“We wanna watch you use em” Buck kisses your neck, smoothing his hands down your thighs, slowly opening them 

“Please? Eddie takes the new rabbit they got you, it’s a little differently shaped than your other one, you take it from him, your cheeks on fire as you turn it over in your hands 

“We asked the lady at the front desk what she recommended!” Buck says excitedly and you giggle a bit deliriously 

“She said it’s great for your G-spot and that it’s got 10 speeds,” Eddie tells you 

“And it’s rechargeable!! You can save the environment by not using batteries!” 

Eddie whacks Buck’s leg and you shake your head fast, covering your face

“If I’m going to do this…I want to go somewhere more comfortable” 

“Oh I’m so so glad you said that” Buck groans excitedly as he gets up and throws you over his shoulder, laughing at the way you squeal as he runs back to the bedroom 

“Don’t drop her!” Eddie laughs as he follows after you two. Buck literally tosses you on the rose-petal-covered bed and you squeak, falling in a heap 

“Calm down!” You laugh and he shakes his head quickly 

“Are you joking? I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

There are two chairs at the end of Eddie’s bed and your mouth drops open. They both work to set the mood together, lighting a couple candles, dimming the lights, and turning them to a soft red hue. Eddie shuts the door and Buck takes his hand, pulling him over to the chairs and they sit down 

“All eyes on you baby” Eddie nods and you sigh, lying against the pillows they have set up against the headboard. Your lube is out on the bedside table along with a couple towels and some baby wipes 

“You guys really thought this through huh?” 

“Anything else you need you just ask for it” Eddie leans back, his legs spread, his arms crossed over his chest and Buck copies his stance. They both look absolutely ravenous 

“O-okay” you gulp nervously for a minute, opening your legs so your panties are on display, there’s already a small wet patch on the front and you know how Buck feels about that. You lift your hips, wriggling out of your panties, and toss them over to him. He catches them and immediately puts them in his mouth, sucking your juices off of them 

“Holy shit” you and Eddie both mumble under your breath, Buck takes them from his mouth, tossing them to the floor, and cups Eddie’s face, kissing him so he can taste you too 

Your eyes follow the little trail of spit connecting them as Buck pulls away to look at you 

“Just a little something to get you started baby girl… now come on, put on a show for us” 

You’re a bit shy at first because while they do stare at you often when having sex, Eddie is so big on eye contact, it’s never like this, where they’re literally sitting there like two hungry wolves watching their little bunny present herself up on a silver freaking platter 

There were some weekends, that you’d get together with both of them, and Buck would reduce you down to nothing but a toy. Even dressing you up exactly how he wanted you and Eddie would have to be the voice of reason telling him he couldn’t put you in a skirt that short to go to the mall in, none of you would even make it out of the house let alone to the mall where just any man could stare at your ass.

This whole little setup is definitely up their alley. 

The pillows are so soft and fluffy under you, the cases silky and pink. Even the bedding underneath you is pink. The bed is covered in beautiful rose petals and little gold flecks, and your box of toys is next to you. You reach over and grab the new one, feeling it in your hands for a second before turning it on. You giggle as it moves in your hand, it seems nice, definitely your speed, that lady knew her shit. You slide it down your chest circling your nipple slowly through your thin t-shirt, gasping softly. 

Eddie stretches, putting his arm around the back of Bucks chair, they watch you trail it over your breasts, feeling the vibrations flow through your body, your nipples hardening and making his mouth water. He lets his head fall to look at Buck, who’s got his hand sliding over Eddie’s thigh and over his cock as he watches you so intensely, his hand following the same pattern as yours 

You sit up some, getting comfy in the pillows before you rub it along the inside of your thighs, teasing yourself (and them) as you work yourself up as if you weren’t hot enough already. You spread your legs a bit more, your thighs shaking as you start to finally roll the head of your toy over your lips, gliding it along your slick center as you pant softly 

“Oh god…” you moan as you reach over to the table for the little bottle of lube, it’s a new one, strawberry flavored and you snort 

“Buck!” 

“Hey, it could have been Eddie!! He loves strawberries!!” 

“Was it Eddie?” You ask as you pour it on the toy and Eddie shrugs 

“Oh yeah no it was definitely me”

“See!! You owe me an apology” Buck scoffs and you grin, waving the toy at him

“I’ll let you lick it clean when I’m done” 

Both of their mouths drop open as you slip it inside you, adjusting your body in the pillows so it goes in all the way, you feel the little head working your clit while it massages your gspot and your back nearly arches completely off the bed 

You moan loudly, pumping the toy in and out of you, your hips rocking slowly in time with it “Oh fuck yes!” you cry, your thighs shaking as you grip the sheets with your other hand 

Buck unzips Eddie’s jeans, pulling his cock out, grinning at the way it pops out at him, fully hard, his tip blushing red and dripping with precum already. 

“You too” Eddie grins, fumbling with Buck's zipper and finally pulling his cock out, you groan softly as it springs out, staring at your two boys 

“Don’t stop baby, god please keep fucking yourself” Eddie’s voice is deep and gravelly as Buck strokes his cock, he spits on the tip, dragging it down his fast and you whine, your hips bucking on the toy. You spread your legs wider, plunging the toy in and out faster as both men get each other off in time with you. 

“Please please please come over here and cum on me, please!” Your voice is high-pitched as you get closer and closer, the vibrations on your clit nearly clawing you apart 

They get up from their chairs, immediately crashing into each other, Eddie forces Buck against the wall, shoving his jeans all the way down and fisting his cock, pumping it in tandem with your whining and moaning. Buck rips Eddie’s shirt off, throwing it somewhere, and pushes him backward until they hit the bed. Eddie falls back and Buck climbs on top of him, grinding his cock against Eddie’s 

He looks up at you, your eyes wide, your mouth open, the toy still working you as you have it in you as deep as possible, but you’re paying a little less attention to it and a lot more attention to them. He reaches over, pulling it from between your legs and stroking Eddie’s cock with it. 

“C’mere baby” Eddie reaches for you, his hips jerking against the vibrator and you scramble over to him, kissing him frantically, he holds your face, it’s all teeth and tongue, messily making out with you. Your ass is in the air Buck rubs his hand over it, giving it a smack before sliding your toy back in your pussy and fucking you slowly with it 

You cry into Eddie’s mouth as he holds you against him, his tongue lapping at yours. Buck pushes the toy in further and you feel the little head stimulating somewhere else, somewhere new and that’s all it takes. You fall forward grinding into the bed beneath you, your body writhing as you sob for them, cumming all over the sheets. Buck turns it up two more and you claw at Eddie, gasping loudly your entire body shaking and overstimulated 

“Shit shit shit!” You chant, fucking yourself against the bed, Buck grabs Eddie’s cock, stroking quickly in time with you, and he cums over your back, he grunts loudly, jerking his hips into Buck's hand over and over making Buck cum hands free, Eddie laughs as he reaches out, stroking him too, watching as his cum splatters across your back. He falls over on the bed next to you two dramatically and puts two thumbs in the air 

“That was awesome” 

You’re still wriggling in the sheets, gasping and Eddie sits up 

“Shit- shit sorry” He reaches over, pulling your toy from you and shutting it off, it leaves a sticky trail as he pulls it away, handing it over to Buck who eagerly takes it, licking your juices off and moaning around it, your eyes widen as he swallows part of it, fucking his throat with it 

“You taste so fucking good” he moans, putting the toy down on the bed and you giggle, rolling over so you’re on your back

“That was….” You pant softly into the covers and Eddie nods 

“Too fucking good… how you feelin'?” 

“Why?” You crane your neck to look over at him as Buck gets up, pulling your legs toward him as he strokes his cock slowly 

“Because we uh…had one more request-“ 

“What kind of request?” You ask curiously, watching Buck rub the inside of your thighs slowly 

“Both of us? At the same time?” 

[pacentia]

Title: Forest Lovers

Pairing: (established relationship) slightly dom non-ascended!Astarion x reader WITH VOYEUR GALE

Setting: act 3 beginning, right after shadow cursed lands

Word count: 2,218

Tags: voyeuristic Gale, bloodsucking, vaginal sex, forest sex, pussy eating, L-bombs, body worship, slightly sad Gale

Synopsis: Gale wonders where his Muse (reader) went off to. Stumbles upon her fucking Astarion in the woods 🫠

Author's note: some random ass ideas come into my head in the middle of the night. Couldn't let go of it so I had to write it down lmaoo - please enjoy

It was nice - being out in pure sunlight again after spending God knows how long in the Shadow Cursed Lands. Gale never thought about missing cobblestone streets beneath his feet, the vibrancy of Rivington made him feel alive again. It wasn't his tower in Waterdeep, nor his very own study - cuddling with Tara, but this would do. And, it would all be over soon, according to the pack leader, because she would take the fight to the Elder Brain. 

Gale admired her for quite some time, well - ever since he set eyes on her after stumbling out of that damned broken portal. He had dropped some hints here and there, but she never quite fully indulged him in his desires. She remained so incredibly kind and supportive though - for everyone - during their long journey. 

The vampire Astarion had her heart a thousand times. It's the way she looked at him, and the way the broken man softened in her company that Gale knew these two were soulmates, destined for each other. It felt bittersweet - watching them kiss in public. Hold hands. Embrace each other around the campfire. Of course, if she preferred somebody cold and undead - that was entirely her choice. 

The night before the party would venture forth to Baldur's Gate - Astarion and her were nowhere to be found. Not present in each of their tents, nor in the campsite. Gale felt a little concerned because of that, because tomorrow was a big day and everyone needed a well deserved rest. Who knows what overcame her - the woman he cared for so deeply. And so the wizard cast an invisibility spell and ventured deeper into the nearby forest.

Gentle moonlight cast over the forest and the stars shone bright that night. It was quiet and calm, the two nowhere to be seen nor heard until -

Two completely bared souls entwined in one another, passionately kissed in the middle of the forest, no place left untouched on their bodies. The silver haired vampire and his muse. Gale's muse. 

His jaw went slack from surprise and he suddenly felt greatly inappropriate for stumbling onto this incredibly private moment but… 

Gale just couldn't look away, respectfully, of course. Her body had the likes of a true Goddess - his imagination before had done him so wrong. She was even more beautiful than in his wildest dreams. Astarion was… surprisingly gentle with her. His hold on her was protective and firm but the kisses that he planted on her lips, cheeks and breasts were so soft.

Gale, you damned pervert. He complained to himself, pinching his brow. He could leave now, and forever hold his tongue or he could just… Watch just a few more seconds.

Her fingers wrapped around Astarion's aching hard cock - Hells, the man was big - and started teasing him playfully. The vampire reciprocated - wetted his long, pale digits on his tongue and pleasured her beautiful pussy. Gale swallowed, unaware that he was pitching a huge tent in his purple robes.

"Oh sweet darling…" The vampire moaned in absolute pleasure, burying his head full of untamed silver curls in her neck. She just pulled him into the most amorous embrace as she closed her eyes, lips slightly parted as she felt her vampire's fangs graze her neck. This made her moan in delight - of course - as she was bloodless every damned day.  Her hand gently caressed Cazador's scars on his sculpted back while her other hand worked  his erection. 

"I need you, Astarion." She voiced needily, her feminine hips bucking into the vampire's cold touch. "Need you inside me… Please…" 

Gale swallowed - feeling too hot in his robes right there. He just fantasized he was in Astarion's place, feeling her magic hands work his own cock - making him twitch in the process. Astarion was going to take her right there, on the soft bed of overgrown grass, next to their pile of clothes.

It's as if he had chosen the perfect spot. Astarion had guided her down gently, her legs spread out incredibly wide before her lover. Gale could see the glistening of her folds - how completely drenched she was for her vampire. Delicious, it looked. 

Astarion's hands caressed her perfect body. Breasts, hips. Kissed inside of her thighs - working his way up to her toned calves until her feet. He worshipped her like a real Goddess. As he should. A sweet smile spread across her face as she watched Astarion show how much he desired her. 

"I love you." She confessed sweetly, completely spread in front of him. It's the way her eyes shone with adoration that you could tell she really meaned it. She's completely in love with her vampire. Goodness, Gale never anticipated being hurt by seeing the scenario unfold before his voyeuristic eyes, a sharp tightening in his chest overtaking him. Neverminding his obvious pain, Gale continued watching.

The vampire then lowered his head to her sex, and pressed a soft kiss on her clitoris. Dripping wet, needy for him. "My sweetheart, I love you more than anything." The vampire whispered, kissing her folds again with such careful love. Her hands sunk into his silver curls, letting her head fall back in the grass. Astarion utterly devoured her, nuzzling into her sex, licked her until she was a squirming mess. He suckled on her sensitive bud, gently sinking two of his cold fingers deep inside her. 

Gale just needed to watch this a little closer. So he could really admire her angelic pussy. Study how she liked to be pleasured - learn from… Astarion's seduction. He inched further, so that he watch in detail how Astarion licked and fingered her. 

Astarion's fingers gently dipped in and out of her drenched folds, his tongue swiping back and forth over her clitoris. His sharp fangs were bared, reminding her what he truly was - her vampire. Everyone knew at camp that this excited her incredibly, eager to feel his fangs dig into her neck every night. God's, she was so sinful.

"Star… I'm… close..!" She warned him, one hand tangled in his silver curls, the other one gripping onto the grass soil beside her. Her legs were shaking, hips bucking while Astarion expertly pleasured her. "Then cum, my love. On my lips." The vampire ordered.

What a sight it was to behold, her body coming down from such an incredible high. His name was on her lips like a melody as she shivered in her lover's hold. Gale knew he should leave right now - but then Astarion just climbed over her body, and guided his dripping hard cock inside her drenched pussy. Fuck. He could just. Not. Look. Away. 

"Did you enjoy that, sweet love?" Astarion whispered, sinking as deep as possible into her. He didn't even falter in his speech - Gale would've surely have. 

"Y-yes, my love… God's - forgot how… big you were…" Immediately she enclasped her legs around his waist, the aftershocks of her orgasm begging the vampire to get deeper inside her. Her arms clung around his back, holding his scars ever so gently. Astarion chuckled at her response, "How dare you, darling?" The man smirked. "But you do remember how - good - it felt?" Emphasizing the words with the rhythm of his vigorous hips, the vampire pumped into her unrelentingly, chasing after his own orgasm. 

"Y-yes Astarion - fuck… Your cock feels incredible…You're so big, so powerful, so beautiful…" She gasped, her pretty moans bellowed deep into the forest. Astarion seemed to enjoy her praise, rewarding her with kisses, licks and nuzzles. 

Gale's trousers were completely soaked in his own pleasure - how could he not - watching such a beautiful woman reach her high out in the open. He figured he was too far gone already and sneaked his fingers under his robe - cupping himself - until he decided to take out his own length and stroke himself. He still had to concentrate on casting his invisibility, if he'd fail - he figured he'd just explode his Netherese orb.

"Will you get on your pretty hands and knees for me, sweet darling? I want to feel you as deep as possible, please…" Astarion sighed in pleasure, ragged breath overtaking him when he stopped thrusting. She nodded heavily, just carrying out whatever her vampire needed. God's how devoted she was to him, completely wrapped around his finger. She shifted her body exactly as Astarion asked - and the hungry man immediately mounted her like a horny stallion. 

Certainly, he had read this in one of his lewd novels in his library, but he'd never seen such lust up close, nor experienced it for himself . Mystra never let him.

Astarion growled like a beast, thrusting every inch of him inside her wet cunt. Eventually he pulled her into his lap, pumping up inside of her. She was completely on display for Gale, breasts swinging, Astarion's hands roamed her delicate body, until he swept her hair from beautiful neck, and wrapped his hand around her throat. 

"Darling, your blood smells so delicious tonight…" He moaned, inhaling the scent of her neck, grazing his fangs over previous puncture wounds from his own teeth. 

Gale swallowed, pleasuring his cock faster, harder. He was about to witness him setting his fangs into her - God's, wouldn't that hurt her? She seemed even more eager than before, rubbing herself, arching her neck more - she wanted it desperately. Longing for him to mark her as his.

"Ask me, sweet darling. What do you need?" Astarion teased, his hands digging into her breasts, using them as leverage for his thrusts. "Tell me what you so desperately crave." 

She giggled at his statement, teasing him right back, "Love, aren't you the one who's starved? You crave my blood." 

Astarion's wits seemed to fail him, and buried his face in her neck. "Darling, do not play with me like that… I'm incredibly hungry - Starved, if you will." He continued kissing her neck, dragging his tongue over the pulsing arteries and veins. "You know I'm a very dangerous vampire, and your jugular is right next to me." He teased playfully.

She giggled at his lighthearted intimidation, turned her face to stare into his deep red eyes. "Then bite, Astarion. My blood is yours." 

Nothing the vampire liked hearing more as he continued to pound into her, only now - he latched onto her neck, and buried his fangs deeply. She visibly winced in his hold, obviously in pain as Astarion sucked her blood out. So this is what she's been going through almost every evening since meeting the vampire near the Grove. Gale's cock twitched at the sight before him, close to own climax. All of this was so private, intimate. She willingly surrendered her neck to the vampire with such love.

"God's, s-so… delicious…" Astarion whined in bliss, his hips starting to give out - thrusts becoming erratic. Her body initially freezed against him - until a few gulps of blood later, she started feeling dizzy, two taps onto his thigh stopped his bloodthirsty urges.

Astarion released with a growl, bloody fangs bared, his chin and lips tainted with her hot, red blood. Drunk on her, he lapped up the remnants on her neck, kissing her, holding onto her for dear life. "So f-fucking delicious, darling. I -I'm close." Astarion panted as he grit his teeth like a beast, blood dripping from his chin, his tongue licking the remnants of his chin. 

Nothing had prepared Gale for her desperate pleading. 

"Please, Astarion… Fill my cunt, need your cum deep inside - please, cum!" 

Gale wrapped one hand around his mouth, shutting himself up as he spilled all over the woodland ground, silencing his heavy breath watching their lovemaking end.

Astarion erupted deep inside of her perfect cunt - God's how Gale wished he was the one absolutely filling her to the brim. The vampire growled, pumping her full of his essence, tongue licking the remnants of blood off of her neck. Astarion was a filthy, filthy man - Gale remarked. Well, he had already anticipated that from all of his quirky mannerisms and slick talk.

The couple lay spent on the grass, cuddling in the afterglow of their pleasures, looking up to the stars.

"Need this everyday, Astarion. It's been too long." She whispered, and he rolled over on his side, gently caressing her stomach. 

"Well, we can do it everyday now, darling." The vampire smirked, pressing a small kiss against her cheek. In turn, she wiped a streak of blood off of his chin, and made him suck her finger clean. Astarion indulged her with the greatest pleasure - as long as blood was involved. Gale didn't know why that made his cock stir.

The two cleaned themselves up, and he made notice on how she wiped her cunt with a particular cloth, throwing it away in the bushes - well - wouldn't it be a shame to… let it go uninspected later? They got dressed again in their camp clothes, joked some more and left.

The couple walked hand in hand right past Gale, still invisible of course - until Astarion stopped his footsteps to take in the air.

"What is it lover, did you hear a squirrel you could feed on?" She grinned, to which the vampire playfully poked her.

"Worse, darling. It smells like… Gale here. Well, nevermind." 

Gale had never gone red so badly in his entire life.

[matan4il]

Buddie 612 meta

I don’t think we’ve had this much fodder with such few scenes in a long time, and I am LIVING!

Okay, so first of all I have to mention the parallel between 217, when the team was coming in, one by one, to see the suspended Bobby, and this ep, with everyone dropping by one at a time to be there for the recovering Buck. The similarity is of course in the found family connection. In both cases we see the importance of the absent member of the team through these visits. The difference is in the way the team came to Bobby because they need him to be there for them as their captain and friend even when he’s not on the job. But in Buck’s case, they don’t need anything. They’re coming by because they want to be there for him when he needs his team members and friends. Buck’s parents needed a reason to love him. Buck’s found family in this ep is loving him anyway. ~~

I’m gonna scream about the couch in a second, but I have to admit that while I was watching the ep, the moment that REALLY had my eyes shoot wide open and my breaths go into hyperventilation is when Maddie reads the note saying Buck has gone out. Because as soon as it was made clear Buck had chosen to escape his apartment and all of his visitors, I knew where he was headed. First off, the very fact that everyone else came to him, while Eddie was the one person Buck chose to go to already had me biting my fists. Once more, like in so many other cases (for example, when the lightning hit and Eddie was filmed differently to everyone else in the 118, or the way he was the only absent person in Buck’s dream and the only one Buck remembered without needing a physical object to jog his memory), Eddie is singled out as having a unique space in Buck’s life that no one else occupies. And of course there is this domestic quality and element of choosing each other as we see them repeatedly opening the door for and to get to the other one. ~~

But just think of the meaning! This man puppy, who only ever wanted to be loved and who’s being showered with attention and care, is absolutely restless because he’s having a hard time and feels like he has to pretend with the people he loves the most, and therefore he’s failing to fall asleep on his own couch. He seeks comfort in a connection that’s even deeper than the people who have been to see him, where he can really be himself without pretense. And that’s what’s insane, because he was visited among others by Maddie and Hen, his loving blood and adoptive big sisters. NO ONE can claim that his r/s with them is anything other than deep, and yet when he needed something more, when he needed an escape, when he needed a place where he could simply rest and be himself, he went to Eddie’s. This isn’t just Buck standing in Eddie’s kitchen declaring, “I’m not really a guest” in 311. This is him being more of a guest in his own apartment than in Eddie’s house. This is him being home and safe and able to JUST BE in Eddie’s space.

This is Buck beginning his healing by sleeping on the SAME couch where Eddie did in 514, connecting their healing in a parallel that is going to make me tear my own hair out. Which actually connects us back to 407, when Buddie talk about Buck’s need for his loft to be his safe space. Now it’s canon that this desired safe space is Eddie’s home, and I will chew through every piece of glass out there before I calm down from this. Once again, there are opposite sex canon couples on TV who never get this level of soulmate development! ~~

Oh, I also found it very interesting that Buck tells Maddie about his list he goes through every time he wakes up, to make sure he’s not in the coma world. We didn’t see him going through those steps when he woke up on Eddie’s couch. Remember how I said Eddie had to be absent in the dream world or Buck might not have made it out of there? Well, this ep adds to that. By virtue of being the only one who’s fully absent, it means Eddie is the one person whose very presence is a cue for Buck that he’s in the real world and safe, the only one who, by simply being there, negates the need for a list. I AM MELTING. (my gif, please excuse the awfulness) ~~

Speaking of soulmates bonding, I have to point out the opposite sex soulmates we do have in this very ep. Bobby confesses that Athena is it for him because she makes him feel like he’s standing on solid ground, she helps him be himself by finding again a piece of him.

We also see her becoming a part of his healing process when he allows her to come to his AA meeting. This is exactly what we see Buddie going through in 612! Eddie is Buck’s solid ground, the person he can count on and who can provide him with rest (that’s what solid ground represents), who allows him to simply be himself, and Eddie is also a part of the healing process that Buck allows him into by seeking out Eddie, and by opening up to him when Eddie asks him to, after finally getting some rest on the couch... ~~

That brings me to the couch because that in itself is just... Wow, this show really hates my nails and wants me to chew on them fully, I see how it is. Let’s not forget for how long the couch metaphor has been with us! Once Taylor and Buck discussed their couches situation when she was moving in with him in 513, and it was clear there was an incompatibility issue because she was bringing in a couch while he already had one (meaning they had already failed to communicate about this pretty basic point), it was clear they’d have to choose only one and dispose of the other. Very tellingly Taylor doesn’t really leave room for choice, so Buck (who only asked her to move in out of guilt) gave up his for hers. That’s the start of the couch being a metaphor for his romantic relationships, and I can’t believe it started a whole season before this ep! And then when Taylor moved out in 518, he was left with none? But that wasn’t unhinged enough for our show, so they brought it into an even greater focus with the lasagna scene in 601, when it was made even clearer that the “right couch” for Buck is about his romantic partner, that he’s aware of that significance, and that he admitted to it IN EDDIE’S PRESENCE. I can’t believe Buck fell asleep like that on Eddie’s couch, when they BOTH KNOW what the couch means. This is the most naked two men have ever been with each other on a TV show without taking their clothes off! Then Buck’s parents get him a couch he doesn’t want, one that’s all wrong for him, one he didn’t get to CHOOSE, so unsurprisingly he can’t sleep on it. That would have been a lot already, but then this ep turns around and SLAMS US IN THE FACE with Eddie’s couch being the right one for Buck to fall asleep on and to do so effortlessly! Two seconds on it, and Buck was out. That’s okay, 911, I just have to work a double shift while I’m sick today, I didn’t need to also have my sanity. You absolutely can have everything left of it. (my gif, please excuse it) ~~

I know it’ll sound dumb, but I was happy crying over the beers in Eddie’s fridge and the zoomed in shot we got of them. Look, it’s their thing, right? We’ve seen the two of them sipping on beers together in the iconic 309 kitchen scene (NGL, the oral sex scene in my Blue Against Blue fic was inspired by this), and it’s been a repeated theme, so when I saw Eddie had no less than 6 beers easily accessible in the top shelf of his fridge, chilling away, it screamed “This is my Buck stash” to me.

I will forever be a mess that Eddie Diaz, tough war veteran, actually has a supply of beers ready in his fridge for whenever soft man puppy Evan Buckley drops by unannounced. Can you imagine when Eddie goes grocery shopping and he probably smiles softly to himself when he buys his Buck beers? These two are so domestic and in love and equally soft about each other, it’s gross. And by gross I mean I love it, please gimme more. ~~

Oh, but the domesticity just keeps leveling up in this ep! Because then Buck wakes up and makes his way to the kitchen, where he just… lets Eddie take care of him by serving water. And it’s so tender and husbandy, and affectionate, and connects so perfectly to Eddie asking Buck to share with him. Because Buck wouldn’t let others fuss over him, but he lets his hubby take care of him. And he doesn’t tell others, even ones who are significant people in his life, where he’s really at, but he will share everything with Eddie. Not to mention that it doesn’t take much to get him to open up. All Eddie has to do is ask, and despite Buck’s initial announcement not to, he just goes right ahead and spills. I am inhaling and exhaling into the palms of my hands.

Of course, tucked in there is also Buck asking Eddie about the shooting. We all remember Buddie holding eye contact through that and Eddie reaching out to him, right? Or everything that transpired between them in the ambulance, all of it so romantically coded... This scene tells us that Eddie doesn’t remember those bits. I find it interesting to consider that maybe Eddie really doesn’t. That maybe the reason he hasn’t figured out yet how he feels for Buck is because he blanked out on the way he turned to Buck during the most intense moments of his life, and the ones he thought were his last. ~~

I mentioned during the hiatus in replies to asks I got that I suspected just like the distance between Buddie in 5a served to bring them closer together in 5b as Buck helped Eddie with his healing, the same structure was being followed in s6, just in the reverse, where Eddie will eventually help Buck. You can’t imagine how deep and meaningful I find it, that the show has actually structured these two seasons as counter paralleling each other, and showing Buddie as being a vital part of this mutual healing, so I tried to demonstrate that with this gifset. ~~

Last one! The cardiologist. Look, I already mentioned in my previous weekly meta that the heart theme started with Eddie, and then it was expanded to Buck. I find it insane that the show really hammered it home by having the same cardiologist be the doctor for both men, and that while she’s at it, she hints to both that their issues are not purely physical. How long before the metaphor-loving Buck catches on? IDK, but every single choice about this ep feels incredibly deliberate, when so much is condensed into so few scenes.

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[lemotmo]

Ugh, please let this be what they're actually doing. It makes so much sense and I would love to watch it.

Q. Why do you think the next clip will feature Buck? Is there usually a strategy to a show releasing cut scenes?

A. Oh there's definitely a strategy to choosing the scenes to release. Usually it ends up being scenes that will be at least partially relevant for upcoming episodes/storylines but weren't necessarily relevant to previous episodes. The reason I believe the next clip will feature Buck is because making the first two clips a Tommy scene and then an Eddie scene was definitely a deliberate choice. Anytime an episode last season featured the 3 of them the promo pics were always staged as having Eddie in between Tommy and Buck. The lone exception was the medal ceremony pics which had Buck in between Eddie and Tommy. But the 3 were always presented as a triangle. That's clearly an intentional thing on the show's part. I don't see them changing that when it comes to releasing the deleted scenes. The context of the two clips is also very telling, especially the Eddie/Christopher scene.

The Tommy scene is easy. It was standard issue plot device dialogue. Tommy's view of Evan is very surface level focused. His priority is their physical relationship, which doesn't require any kind of emotional connection (example: not calling him Buck). Every line of dialogue he had following 7x4 stuck to that theme, including the deleted scene. However, the Eddie/Christopher scene was entirely about emotional connection, and is exactly why I think the next scene they release will be bachelor party related. Eddie's story about his and Shannon's first meeting focusing on the fact that she was the one who did most of the talking, while he was the one who wanted to listen to her talk, was significant for a couple of reasons. One reason is it shows a quality that Eddie clearly finds attractive in a partner. He likes to listen to his person talk. The other significant thing was the pronoun change. When Eddie was talking about the past he said "she", the moment the conversation turned towards the future he said "they/them". That was deliberate. In the timeline of the show this scene takes place a little while after the bachelor party, making the karaoke song choice all the more telling. Especially if Eddie is the one who chose the song. Their karaoke song was 'What I Like About You'. The chorus of that song, meaning the most repeated lines of the song, are:

"Keep on whispering in my ear"

"Tell me all the things that I wanna hear"

'Cause it's true (that's what I like)"

"That's what I like about you (that's what I like)"

Eddie likes to listen to his person talk. It is canon that Eddie likes to listen to Buck talk. Tons of canon scenes of Eddie looking fondly at Buck when he goes on one of his rambles. There is a scene of Buck talking into Eddie's ear at the bachelor party. Eddie switched pronouns because he started the conversation talking about Shannon but he ended the conversation talking about Buck, whether he's actually aware of that yet or not remains to be seen. It's why Ryan has made a point of comparing Shannon and Buck during his interviews. It's why the show made a point of comparing the two of them. That's what they're doing. For Eddie it doesn't matter that Shannon was female and Buck is male. For Eddie it's about how those two people, and only those two people, make him feel. It's why the instant family set up with Anna and Marisol made him spiral, but why that same setup with Buck doesn't make him spiral. He sees Buck the same way he saw Shannon. Like Ryan said Eddie romanticizes his history with Shannon but how he felt when he was around her , at least in the beginning, is very real ,and Buck has been the only other person to make Eddie feel like that. I don't think he will label himself. I absolutely think he's demi, but I think the story the show is telling is that for Eddie it's about the emotional connection he has only ever had for two people. It just so happens that one was female and one is male.

The deleted clips are about how differently Tommy and Eddie see Evan/Buck, and relationships in general. And how that very much sets up the story of Eddie and Buck that season 8 will tell. At least this is what I think they're doing. This is what it looks like they're doing.

Nonny I fully agree with you. Thank you for dropping this in my inbox!

Thank you Ali for sharing your POV and insight into this topic. It's fascinating how your mind works. :) I read this and all of it makes perfect sense. I really really really hope that this is what they are doing as well.

We'll just have to wait for the next deleted scene to drop to see whether or not this is the route they are taking. *crosses fingers*

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[dance-is-life27]

The Bet

Joaquin Torres x Reader

Summary: You make a bet with your boyfriend, Joaquin, that involves cockwarming him for the entirety of a soccer match.

Warnings: Female Reader, 18+, smut, blowjobs, it goes like straight into the smut, very little plot

A/N: This fic was created solely based on the fact that I need to give Danny Ramirez Joaquin Torres head and this post from @tigerlillyyy Also I haven't written smut in like years so if this is bad, I'm sorry. Reblogs are appreciated more than likes!

You let your eyes flutter shut as Joaquin tosses his head back. A breathy groan leaving his lips and the word fuck has never sounded more beautiful falling out of his mouth. Your thighs clench together at the sound.

“Baby, I don't think-, I can't-,” Your eyes reopen to find Joaquin staring at you once more. His pupils blown wide and his curls a mess atop his head. “Baby please, you're killing me here.” 

You let out a hum that has Joaquin twitch in your mouth before you pull off of him completely, allowing his teasing to come to an end temporarily. 

“What's the score baby?” You ask, your voice raspy, jaw sore, and throat dry, but you'll deal with those things later, you have far more pressing matters at hand. Joaquin breathes heavily over you, his eyes flicking up toward the screen and then back down towards you, twice. 

Huh, not very good then. “That bad?” You pout, mock upset filling your voice. Truthfully you don't care about how badly the match is going for your team, at least not right now. Right now your sole focus is on Joaquin and making sure he holds up his end of the bet.

Joaquin lets out a whine as he nods, you've been stroking him this entire time, not giving him a proper break from you. “Please, mi amor, I can't take it. It's too much.” Joaquin shudders out in a whisper and you can't help the smirk that rises on your lips. 

“Oh yeah? You wanna call the bet off?” Joaquin’s once half-lidded eyes spring open at your words, “Oh don't act so surprised honey. You had to know that was coming.”

Joaquin whimpers deliciously when you run your thumb over his tip, the motion getting him to buck up into your hand. You switch up the pace on his cock, going back and forth between fast and slow as an idea pops into your head. 

“How long until half-time?” You question, slowing your hand once more to allow your boyfriend a moment of breath to be able to answer. 

“15, maybe 20 minutes or so left,” Joaquin answers, one of his brows coming up after his gaze turns downwards to you. 

“Okay then, here's the new bet. I'm going to keep sucking you off, at my pace at whatever speed I choose until half-time, if you cum at any point before half-time you lose the bet. Deal?”

Joaquin’s nod is immediate as he glances up at the TV quickly, “Yeah I can do that.” 

You force yourself to hide your laugh, knowing that your poor boyfriend is already so wound up, you're sure that your victory is just around the corner. 

You don't give Joaquin a warning as you take him back into your mouth, he lets out a hiss in response and one of his hands comes up to rest on the back of your head. 

You go slow, moving at a snail's pace as you suck from the tip of his cock down to the base of it. You let out a moan each time you bottom out, unable to help the way just having Joaquin’s cock in your mouth affects you. And well, the soft groans the man himself is letting out definitely don’t help. 

It doesn't take long for you to increase your speed, allowing your head to bob more fluidly, all the while keeping your cheeks hollow around Joaquin. 

“Fuck!” 

You can't help but keep your eyes open as you watch all the faces Joaquin makes. All of them are of pure and absolute pleasure. From the furrowed brows and the gritting of his teeth to the slacked jaw, head-thrown-back look, all of them incite you to work him that much faster. The hand at the back of your head tightens its grip slightly as your tongue begins to pay extra special attention to the head of his cock. 

“Oh, fuck! Shit, baby-,” Joaquin moans as you keep up your pace. His hips bucking into your mouth on instinct that lets you know that he's absolutely done for. “Yeah baby, your mouth-, oh god!” 

Joaquin continues to babble, his vocabulary switching from English to Spanish to absolute gibberish in a way that has your mind near melting and your underwear fucking soaked. 

“Oh fuck-, yeah!” 

You moan around his cock once more, unable to help yourself from rubbing your clit through the clothes and underwear and Joaquin makes the mistake of looking down, his eyes opening wide to look at you that lets the both of you know that he's done for. 

“Oh, fuck I'm cumming!” Joaquin moans out, tossing his head back as his chest all but leaps off the back of the couch. The hand at the back of your head forces you to stay as his cum shoots down your throat. You let yourself still, allowing Joaquin this moment as his salty cum fills your mouth, and you swallow all he has to offer. 

You pull back slowly, once Joaquin has stopped pulsing in your mouth and his body slumps back against the couch. Your eyes stay on him as he cools down, and your hands rubbing soothing circles into his thighs, subtly reminding him to breathe. Joaquin is halfway through a deep breath you hear from behind you the announcement that half-time is just about to start and to stay tuned for the rest of the game. 

Your lover freezes, all that work to calm him undone in a second. But you still can't help the vindictive smile from appearing on your face. 

“Oh honey,” you start, unable to help the teasing in your tone. Joaquin groans in frustration as you move to stand in front of him. “You were so close.”

Your boyfriend gulps before he speaks, “Alright, what's my punishment?” 

You start to undress, allowing every inch of your clothing to fall to the floor, reveling in the sight of Joaquin’s mouth practically drooling as he takes in every inch of your body with his eyes. “I'll dish that out later, but for now,” you continue, moving to lay back against the rest of the couch with your legs spread, “how would you like a reward?” 

Joaquin smiles at you before he leans in, giving kisses up your inner thighs and the game on your tv screen becomes forgotten about background noise.

[thetommoway-oioii]

Rant Time™ !!!

so i recently became invested in the 9-1-1 universe. not gonna lie I started with lone star because tk and carlos kept popping up all over my feeds everywhere with their wedding pics and of-fucking-course I immediately looked up the show because I'm not gonna pass up any canon queer rep?? hello!! anyway this ain't about tarlos. after I was done with lone star I started interacting with stuff from that fandom and came to find that one of the characters from the main show recently came out as bi and boy oh boy was I excited as fuck. two days later I'm starting my 9-1-1 binge. I knew absolutely nothing about the characters, storyline or the show except what I saw in the crossover episode and I was so pleasantly surprised that there's already canon queer rep present from the beginning of the show!!! (shout out to henren and michaeldavid absolute legends)

anyway I keep getting sidetracked, what I'm here to rant about is how fucking dumb some of the new watchers like me are?!! I had no idea how this t*mmy person was because all I knew was a gif of him kissing buck. you can imagine my surprise when I first saw him in the flashbacks and found out what an absolute dickwad he used to be?!?! and I could not believe that buck was gonna kiss this dude in the future. there was no fucking way. either there was gonna be a huge redemption character arc or something or he'll have a fuckin twin or something cause no chance they're setting future buck up with this asshole.

anyway lo and behold s2 comes around and in comes eddie diaz with this big brown eyes and slutty tank top and of course I knew who eddie was. come on now be for real. I might have not been a part of the fandom before but there's no way you can exist on tumblr and not know who eddie and buck were. and like any other shipping-prone fan, I thought people were setting buddie up based on subtle sterek-esque subtext but imagine my surprise when slowly throughout the show they became deancas-esque obvious. the connection they developed, the trust, the bond. how they found home and family and sense of belonging and safety in each other. how eddie and chris and buck himself baby trapped himself. I was so sure that buddie would eventually become canon in s7 because there's no other way right. maybe the the whole BT thing was some weird profound realization moment for buck or something.

back to the point. what I'm mad about is how the new watchers are completely Ignoring clear signs of buddie and on top of that shaming or right out calling the buddie shippers crazy all the while blindly supporting a character that is clearly a Major Fucking Dickwad from the beginning. making excuses like he was figuring himself out in the past or he's canonly queer while eddie clearly isn't. as if T*mmy figuring himself out excuses him being a shit person or the literal fact that just because eddie has not come out yet he's not queer. buck was straight UNTIL he came out as bi. anyway that's mostly all I wanted to say. yes I started the show because of a BT kiss gif but once I actually watched the show, it was easy to figure out what was right in front of me.

I urge new watchers like me to take the time and really understand and watch the show and not just look at it from face value or consume information through social media osmosis.

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

Baron smut….just anything with Baron 😩

i need to RUIN him nonnie

“Ready baby?”

Baron nodded as his eyes looked up at yours, before flitting down to watch as your hand gripped his cock softly. Your thighs either side of his spread a little further as you rose up onto your knees, bracing yourself against his chest with your free hand. The head of his cock slid gently against your arousal, dipping - only for a moment - inside of you as his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Please.” His voice breathy and weak as he watched your slick coat his own slit, mixed with his own desire while his hands rested on your upper thighs. He was needy. Breathless and waiting so patiently considering he was aching and had been for a while.

You fought back a moan, smiling down at him as you guided him into you, eyebrows furrowing as the thickness of his cock stretched you beautifully.

“Oh my god - you’re so - it’s -“ Baron would stutter as his eyes rolled back into his head, his fingertips digging into the fat of your thighs once you’d sat entirely down and taken all of him.

“Feels good?”

“Yes - christ you’re - perfect - and you’re takin’ all - so deep -“ Baron would mumble breathlessly, his voice cracking as he watched you begin to bounce effortlessly on his cock. You’d feel it twitch inside you as you finally let out those precious sounds he’d imagined hearing for months.

As he got closer and closer, he’d sit up a little bit, his hands gripping at your waist now; the heavenly look on his face as he stared up at you in awe. Weeks of tugging at himself and picturing your pretty face as you reached your high, had been absolutely nothing compared to true feeling and vision before him.

“Look at me.” You’d whisper as his eyes drifted back down to where the two of your bodies met, watching as he disappeared inside you and reappeared, each time his cock glistening even more. His eyes immediately found yours, looking over your face while your mouth dropped open, orgasm impending as you squeezed around him. “Look at how fucking good you’re making me feel, honey.”

He’d whine in response, his inexperienced hips instinctively bucking up into yours rapidly as he chased the need to make you feel as good as he did.

“Please -“ He’d whimper delicately, his eyes twinkling as he felt his inner thighs shaking from holding off his own release, “Please keep squeezing it like that.”

And you’d come, so hard around him; the desperation and wanton need in his voice sending you into a glittering, pulsing abyss as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest as he himself fell down the same rabbit hole. Those big brown eyes would never leave your face through his own twitching, every gasp and moan from your lips sending volts to his cock. Every flutter of your pretty eyelashes, every sting of your fingernails digging into the tuft of hair on his chest, only prolonged his own high. He was addicted to you, knew this would become a need for him; like oxygen.

[desires-of-chain]

Desperate

hello hello! It is I, wizard anon, back from the depths! Apologies for my absence, autumn kicked my ass and currently winter is also kicking my ass, but I finally got the urge to continue writing some good good smut hehe - starting off with the long promised trans Time fic <3 No clue if this new fic is a one off or if I'm finally back in my groove, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

I also have some older stuff I never submitted (because it's all afab reader x warriors and I didn't want to submit not gn stuff and for only one character over and over again fjdjsh) so I shall probably also finally send them in.

With that out of the way, on with the show!

- wizard anon

Content: amab reader(gn pronouns), transmasc Time, dirty talk, breeding kink(no ment of pregnancy), one line of cum eating, creampie. Word count: 1345

You have him pinned to the wall. You're shorter than him, but Time has never once doubted your strength - it turns him on how easily you can push him around. The others see him as the strongest, Biggoron Sword in hand and plate heavy upon his back, but he knows the truth: you're the one in charge, here.

They’ve all finally found a suitable place to bed down for the night - Lon Lon Ranch, Talon out in town and Malon far too fond of his gaggle of trouble makers to ever let them stay out and camp in her view. And she apparently saw the same thing in your eyes that has been boring against the back of his head for the past three days, because she got everyone else distracted with outdoor work and told the two of you to go set up the spare rooms on your own. Giving you some much needed privacy to finally do… this.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” you pepper kisses and nibbles against his neck, “I need you, baby, I need to fill you up. Stuff you full, fuck…”

He doesn't know what’s gotten into you. You’re insatiable, absolutely ravenous. He had to shoot you down last night with a proposal of sneaking off from watch to fuck in the woods, and the way your face fell into moping as he explained it was incredibly unwise to do so almost had him going back on rationality. And from then to now, it seems your urges have only built up even more.

You slide your hand into his trousers and immediately begin rubbing his clit. His head falls against the wall, choked groan on his lips.

“You're so gorgeous, let me fill you up? We’re alone and there's a bed. There’s no better time than now, handsome.”

In all honesty, he doesn’t care to wait much longer either. As much as he loves them, since getting into a relationship with you he has become rather sour at times at the other Links’ near constant presence. Whenever it seems he finally gets a moment alone with you, someone will turn up. Some privacy to indulge in human needs more often would be nice. Perhaps that’s why you’re so worked up - you finally reached your breaking point. He might have, too.

“Yes, please, let’s do it.”

You pull your fingers out from his trousers, and he can't help but buck his hips at the sudden lack of stimulation. Then you're dragging him over to the bed by the tunic, and he follows like a lost puppy. You really are very strong - he’s pushed down onto the bed easily, boots and trousers almost ripped off by your hand. You don’t bother with taking his tunic off, simply pushing it up until it’s bunched up at his neck, chest exposed. Your hungry look as your eyes roam across his breasts and stomach is maddening.

“I wanna breed you so bad…”

Oh, what that does to his brain. He spreads his legs for you immediately, giving you full access to begin opening him up with your fingers - which you get to swiftly, two fingers all the way in and curling just the way he likes.

“You're so wet, you want me so bad, want me to fuck you good, milking my fingers already.” Time moans, your words frying his brain in tandem with how you pump your fingers - three now, pressing against his walls and making embarrassingly hot noises. He’s so worked up already, desperate, and everything that comes tumbling out of your mouth only makes it worse.

A tantalising idea pops into his head.

“Can I ride you?”

The fingers inside him still, before carefully pulling out. You bring your fingers to your lips and clean them up, and Time’s mouth drops open.

“Of course you can.”

He shuffles about on the bed, perching on the corner as you flop down to replace him and hastily pull off your own boots and trousers. He takes the moment to pull his tunic over his head so it's no longer sitting awkwardly around his shoulders and breasts. Now completely bare, he watches you watch him as you pull your cock out of the confines of your underwear, pumping yourself slowly and spreading your precum as a makeshift lubricant. Despite himself, he flusters at your undivided attention while putting on such an erotic display, ears red and pinning up. You catch his eye and smirk.

“Well, come here, handsome. Grab the lube first though.”

Time dives over for their bags, fishing out the jar of lubricant quickly and returning to the bed. You fetch it out of his hand and prepare yourself just as quickly, then he's climbing onto your lap and lining himself up. Your hands rest against his hips, firm and sure.

Time gasps as he begins to sink down on your cock. His chest heaves, pressure and pleasure and heat mixing into an almost addictive cocktail in his head, dizzy and cloying. The way you gaze up at him certainly doesn’t help.

Your hands squeeze his hips, urging him down further, and soon enough he’s taking you in all the way.

He pants. His thighs squeeze against your hips as he adjusts to the feeling of being so full. Every nerve in his body is on fire with pleasure - your hands against him, your cock inside him. He was desperate for this, needed this, for so long. Just as long as you did. And now he has it, it feels addicting.

When you buck your hips into him he moans. He knows you're both supposed to be quiet, but he can't help it. He rises on his knees until just the tip is inside him still, then sinks down onto you again slowly. Repeats this, a few times, until you get impatient and are fucking up into him again. Time picks up the pace after that, bouncing on your cock and letting all manner of noises spill out of his mouth.

You squeeze his hips, shifting your own in tandem with how he rides you. “Gorgeous, beautiful, handsome, I’m gonna fill you up good, breed you, stuff you with my cum until you're full. You want that, right?”

Time nods his head, almost delirious, chasing his pleasure feverishly. He’s close - taken to the edge so quickly, a mix of how long it's been since the last time you've both done this, and how your endless stream of compliments and dirty talk send his head spinning. He chases his orgasm desperately.

“Baby, I’m close…” You pull Time’s hips flush with yours, grinding up into him. He whines, hole full and body tense, on the edge of his orgasm but not quite pushed over the precipice - just a little more, please, that's all he needs…

One of your hands snakes down to play with his clit again, and he’s shuddering around you as his orgasm rips through his body. That’s all it takes for you to reach your end, too - filling him up with your cum, his hole milking your cock as he shakes through the aftershocks of his pleasure.

Time flops down on top of you, burying his face into your shoulder and breathing out a long, exhausted exhale.

“It was too long since we last did this…” He mutters. Your arms circle his back comfortingly.

“I think I nearly went insane,” you chuckle, “Thank god it didn't go any longer, or I would've actually had to drag you out into the woods and fuck you up against a tree.”

Time pushes himself against you even more, this time out of embarrassment. “Let's not plan on doing anything where we can get caught, please - no matter how desperate we get, we cannot traumatise the boys.”

“If they didn’t hear you just now,” you respond, entirely too much cheek in your voice. “There might’ve been a few knocks on the door, but I was too busy with you milking me dry to get up and check.”

Time groans. Absolutely no privacy at all…

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🧙 ANON, BACK AT IT AGAIN!

also hi, lovely, it been a while 🥺 i hope you're doing okay!

[diazisms]

could you imagine if we DID get an eddie pov episode. like his pov from 704 through the wedding having this moment of “oh my best friend does like men and idk what to do with that because he has a boyfriend so i cant say anything so i just have to sit here and think about it” like imagine we see a bucktommy slow dance in 706 and the camera lingers a bit on eddie’s face watching it. pick up with a marisol breakup scene in 707 (if shes not at the wedding maybe we go back to 705 in the timeline to after buck came out eddie deadass goes home and dumps her entirely) i want to see PINING

(honestly if we had an eddie pov of every major moment between them since the beginning id cry but i dont think thatll happen)

to be so honest i think swallowing a bomb and blowing up into a bajillion pieces would be less painful than watching eddie down his champagne watching buck and tommy dance, face pinched as he tries to hold his emotions together, and the way his expression absolutely shatters when he realizes marisol was watching and there's no way out of dealing with his feelings now!!!!! like please i need the pining angst

[hogans-heroes]

Yes I’m very much Not Okay after episode 4 but can we talk about how deep and raw we got to see Bucky’s breaking down the entire episode? I could never look away from him, it’s written all over his face and in his body language and god it physically pained me. I work with a lot of traumatized pilots (might be one myself) and I know what they look like. The scenes of him and the Polish girl was so sweet but heartbreaking, he had all his walls down and was so soft but sad. I hurt for her too, she really cared about Bucky but was trying to protect herself, she couldn’t take another lover letting killed. Oh fuck but Bucky’s face when she kissed his forehead and held his face? Then watched her hesitate at the door? I cried.

Every second he was on screen from the very beginning just screamed that he was absolutely already gone just holding onto threads at this point. He was in PAIN pain. I know Callum is a great actor but that blew me away.

Of course don’t get me started on the moment he found out about Buck. No words. I already knew it was gonna happen this episode and that he was gonna find out over the phone, but as much as I tried to prepare myself it still broke me.

Why do these eps come out on Friday it devastates my weekend. Guess it’s better than at the beginning of the week and I can’t function at work. Being a historian sucks when stuff like this hits closer to home.

Come talk to me abt this show plz

[grecianheart]

Smurch Prompt: Day 19

flirting | inappropriate | "is that a threat or a promise?"

@staroftheendless my very late submission for today's prompt.

Dream had become very good about dragging himself away from his work to spend time with Hob. It took a few difficult, frustrating conversations, but they were worth it. Because now he got to see his lovely husband almost every day, even only for a few hours, and he couldn’t be happier with their relationship. Unfortunately he didn’t consider the potential consequences it would have on his own work. So when he felt the weight in the air that meant the King of Dreams was paying him a visit, Hob raised his head to where Dream lounged on his office couch, took one look at the mischievous glint in his eyes and groaned.

“No, absolutely not. Not today.” Dream draped his arm over his own chest and beckoned Hob closer with one elegant finger.

“No, I have papers to mark, a class in less than an hour, and-”

“I assure you, it will be quick,” Dream crooned. He rolled onto his front in one smooth, sinuous motion. Hob’s breath audibly hitched as he watched the long lines of his lover’s body move. Dream, with his head now propped up on his hands, fixed Hob with smouldering look. “You know well I can be quick.”

“That’s what you said the last time.” Unfortunately, his resolve had wavered, and Dream knew it too, giving one of those tiny smug smiles he had when he knew he would get his way. “And this is hardly the place, anyone could walk in here at any moment. It’s unprofessional and inappropriate.”

“It was unprofessional and inappropriate last week too, but that did not seem to deter you from laying me out on your desk and filling me with your ardour.” Hob shivered lightly at the longing in Dream’s voice. He watched with slightly heavier breathing as Dream got to his feet, walking soundlessly towards him. His head tipped back to maintain eye contact with Dream ad he rounded his desk and stood over him in his office chair. “It was inappropriate and unprofessional the week before too, when you stripped bare and begged and pleaded for the honour of pleasing me with your mouth and for me to take you afterwards. Right here on your office floor.”

“Yes, well, it wasn’t a week before finals last week,” Hob grumbled. “You know, I’m beginning to think you only want me for my body…” He ended on a low exhale when Dream trailed his cool fingers across his neck.

“Oh?” Dream pulled his chair to face him and slowly sunk to his knees, looking every bit the entitled King even with his face in Hob’s lap and his hands working at his fly.

“Yes, oh. Because now you’re finally making time in your busy schedule for me,” Hob gasped when his cock was exposed to the cool air, and buried one of his hands in Dream’s feather-soft locks. “And all you want to do is fuck and disrupt my job.”

“Is this not what you wished for, dear husband?” Dream spoke directly over his groin, and Hob’s hips bucked at the feeling of his breath on his heated skin. “Do you wish to see me less? Do you want me to leave now?” And he made the motions of getting up and stepping back, only to be yanked back to Hob’s face. He looked at his husband passively, only the tightness around his mouth betrayed his restrained mirth.

Hob groaned helplessly and joined his lips to those of the beautiful entity in his grasp. “I hate you, you frustrating creature." He mumbled against his jaw as Dream folded his knees to sit on Hob's lap. "I really do.” Dream perched elegantly on him, pressed his chest to Hob's, rocking against Hob’s exposed prick and placing wet kisses all over his face and neck. “I should - ah - retaliate,” he rasped as he gripped Dream’s hips. “I should fall asleep whenever I can and disturb your work, see how you like it.”

Dream waved a hand and his own clothes fell away, letting Hob feed his eyes on smooth white skin and corded muscle. Another rock from his hips drew Hob’s eyes to his petal-pink cock, pressed between both their stomachs. Dream dropped a kiss right on the tip of his nose. His face was soft with amusement and fondness. “Is that a threat or a promise, my Gadling?” and Hob felt the warmth in his chest he always felt when Dream called him that, when he acknowledged him as his companion, his partner, worthy of his attention and affection and to be by his side.

“I don’t know, let’s finish this up and I’ll think it over. My class is in 30 minutes.” And he pulled Dream’s smiling face down to his to kiss him again.

[winchesterszvonecek]

This sounds so bad but something about Otis turns me on to a whole new level 🫣🤭

I was also thinking Otis is the elevator guy but why is there no elevator sex scenario for him ?! Could I pls request elevator smut with this prompt?

9. “You take me so well.” Otis x fem

From: Smut Dialogue Prompts That Make Me Feral

Elevator - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Prompt: “You take me so well.” with the additional request of elevator sex

Word Count: 932

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ public sex, unprotected sex, elevator sex ]

A/N: it doesn’t make you seem bad at all anon, that man is so fine it’s hard for him not to turn people on… also bless you for this, this is the request i didn’t know i needed until now

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You’d never had sex in an elevator before. Never had sex anywhere public really, unless you counted the firehouse showers or the back of your car. But right now, as you occupied the hotel elevator on your way up to your room, you wouldn’t deny that it felt as though you were ascending straight into Heaven.

“Oh fuck, baby… That’s it. Right fucking there…” Your legs clenched tightly around Otis’s waist, your back pressed firmly against the elevator wall, his cock swelling inside you as it pounded mercilessly into you, sending you to heights you’d truly never felt before.

You couldn’t begin to describe how good this moment felt. How many times you’d thought about him absolutely ravishing you inside the one thing he was known for. The one thing that had his nickname lit up brightly on the wall, something your eyes kept flicking to each time Otis’s face would bury itself into the nape of your neck, lathering it in kisses before he moaned your name in a way that left you even more soaking.

The way his fingers dug deep into the flesh of your ass as he held you up would normally hurt if you weren’t so overthrown with such intense pleasure that you couldn’t see straight. The angle of which his cock ploughed into you had you wanting to scream out his name from the way it brushed across your clit, littering your spine with goosebumps and pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“You take me so well.” Otis panted, hips bucking hard as he gave you everything you wanted and more. He leaned in, planting a rough, yet loving, kiss against yours lips as the continuous ding of the elevator sang through the air, each one reminding you that you were getting close to your floor. “It’s like you were made just for me.”

“Only for you, baby.” You whispered, biting your lip as you swallowed back a moan. “No one else. No one else could ever fuck me like you can.”

“And no one else could ever take me like you can… Like such a good girl.” He purred, biting down on your neck which made you cry out his name as your fingers gripped the shoulders of his jacket so tight you through your nails would rip it.

“I’ve always wanted you to fuck me in an elevator.” You exhaled into his ear, causing a rather deep groan to rattle up his chest as his movements stuttered, his cock almost slipping out of you as though your words had caused him to lose his train of thought.

“I always knew you were a dirty girl.” He grinned, hoisting you up a little as he repositioned himself inside you once again, thrusting deep enough that the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot perfectly every time.

You hummed softly, threading your fingers through his curls before he kissed you. You could feel the pressure inside you build fast and you knew you were about to come in a way you’d probably never felt before, but before you did, there was something else you needed to make this moment that much more pleasurable.

“Tell me a fact… About elevators.” You asked, watching as a small grin formed against Otis’s lips.

“Well did you know the first ever elevator was invented by a guy called Elisha Otis?” Otis replied breathlessly, feeling the way you so tightly clenched around his cock as he continued to fuck up into you, the way your eyes rolled back into your head telling him everything he needed to know about what he was doing to you.

“What - oh fuck - what else?” You panted, the feeling deep in your abdomen was stronger than ever and you knew well that you were about to come in a way no one had ever made come before. “Tell me more.”

“It had a hydraulic lift…” Otis groaned out, burying his face into the crook of your neck as the sensation of himself inside you when you felt like this was beginning to become so overpowering he was afraid he’d burst before you. “Powered by a steam engine in the basement…”

“Mm-hmm.” You bit down on your lip with such force you almost drew blood. You were right there. Right fucking there that you could already see stars.

“And the whole thing only cost about $300.” Otis finished and with one last, deep thrust of his cock he sent you hurtling over the edge into the fiercest, more pleasure filled orgasm you’d ever felt in your entire life.

Your eyes saw white as his nickname left your lips in a way that had his hold on your falter a little, your back slipping down the elevator wall before he managed to lift you back up. He’d met his end with you, his warmth filling you up completely as he buried his face against your neck, allowing you to feel the way your name escaped his lips in a moan that only added to your own pleasure.

Your legs fell from around him as he pulled slowly out of you, tucking himself back into his pants as you steadied yourself on your feet and fixed your dress. Your thighs ached something terrible and you could already feel him dripping out of you. But the way you felt right now made it all worth it and as the elevator dinged one last time as the doors to your floor opened, you couldn’t help but think one thing.

That Otis really was the best damn elevator guy you’d ever met.

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Okay here we go. Brand spanking new sentences for ya.

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“Like reincarnation?” Buck asks. “Didn’t take you for a believer in that sort of thing.”

Eddie chuckles. “I’m not. And, no, not like that. Maybe more like… An alternate reality?”

Buck tenses a little. “An alternate reality?”

“Yep,” Eddie confirms. “You said we, in another life, we live in Los Angeles. We’re best friends. We see each other every day.”

We’re best friends, but I’m secretly in love with you.

And you think I don’t feel the same?

I hope to god that you do.

I think I do.

Buck sits up suddenly and shifts his body to look at Eddie.

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“Eddie,” Margaret says, cool and pleasant, like a plastic plant. They’ve walked up behind him as he’s bent over the cooler, grabbing a beer for himself and one for Buck. “Are you enjoying the evening?”

Eddie closes the cooler lid and straightens up to face her and her husband. His stomach twists with apprehension. It’s actually much easier to be around them when he’s simply fulfilling the role of Buck’s not-so-secret service. 

“I am.” Eddie answers flatly. “Maddie and Chim have done a great job.”

“They have,” Phillip agrees. He’s fiddling with the band of his watch. He’s nervous, Eddie thinks. Approaching Eddie is either not his idea, or deeply off putting. Maybe both. Well, hey. Eddie is glad they find him off putting. 

“We were hoping to catch up with you,” Margaret says.

Catch up. As if they’re old friends.

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@steadfastsaturnsrings

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It’s been quite the year for Eddie. He’s done a lot of work. Lots of therapy. Lots of conversations with lots of different people, some good, some bad. A lot of anxiety and self-doubt. And among it, so many soft, quiet moments of reassurance. From Buck, from Chris, from the 118 and everyone else in his life. By the time they planned the trip, Eddie had the staggering sense that he actually deserved it. 

It struck him that he hasn’t, historically, felt that way about much of anything. 

Maybe there’s a lot to be said about allowing yourself to deviate from a destructive path. 

The song playing from Buck’s music library comes to an end, and a few seconds later, Eddie recognizes the beginning few seconds of Steal My Sunshine with an irritated chill.

“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “Absolutely fucking not.”

“Eddie,” Buck complains. “I love this song.”

“It’s ridiculous!”

“That’s never once stopped me from loving you.”

Eddie groans. 

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“Uh, hi,” Eddie replies awkwardly. “My name is Edmundo Diaz. My ex was a client of Jim Egerton’s. I was in contact with your firm a bit after she died last spring. Regarding custody of my son.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that she passed,” Nadine says, tone sincere. “Which client was this?”

“Shannon Dempsey,” Eddie answers. “And, uh… Thanks. I-I’m calling, though, because Mr. Fletcher did a great job handling Shannon’s will and everything. I was hoping he might be taking on new clients.”

“For your will and estate?” Nadine asks.

“Yeah, exactly. Actually, I almost died last night. And I know this is super last minute, but if you have any time soon, it would mean a lot if I could update what happens to my son in case I’m not so lucky next time.”

“Next time?” 

“I’m a firefighter,” Eddie explains.

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He thinks he’d be safe to go to Hen. He can’t imagine a world where Hen assumes the worst of him without asking questions first. Chim might be scared, but he could come around. And Bobby… Well, Bobby is a practicing Catholic. Eddie knows what his own thoughts, trained by a Catholic upbringing, have whispered in his mind about himself. He’s terrified to risk seeing Bobby and facing judgment. That would break him.

That’s all assuming that it’s Bobby there. Eddie killed Gerrard. So he’s not the captain. But that doesn’t mean they gave it back to Bobby. Fuck. For Buck’s sake - and everyone else’s - he really hopes they did. He can’t imagine how lonely Buck would be with Bobby at a distance from him, too. 

Eddie doesn’t waltz into the station. He’s not that dumb. The station is another home that isn’t quite safe. 

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He was friendly with everyone. Well-liked, outside his brother and the cousins his brother was close to. He had people at school to hang out with, and got invited to do things. Parties hosted by other members of the swim team that he always avoided or left early. 

Essentially, since Ravi was social and friendly and did well in school, it flew under the radar. The difficulties. The queasy feeling in his stomach every single day before he left for school, and how tired he was every night when he got home. How the smallest social activity seemed to drain him more than anyone. How he could wipe a mask over his face and adopt a personality more amenable to the people he was interacting with. One that didn’t exactly feel like him. 

If there was any strangeness, people chalked it up to years in the hospital leaving him improperly socialized. If he struggled to read people, it’s just that he was more used to healthcare workers than his own friends. If he was analytical and plain spoken, it’s just that cancer had made him wise beyond his years. 

No one thought anything about it. 

Not until he was halfway through his undergrad in business and getting fantastic grades, but so entirely miserable that, if he didn’t have anything he needed to do, he couldn’t get out of bed. He thought it was just depression or anxiety. He thought he was just weak again. 

“Autism,” a psychiatrist told him instead. 

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“Evan?” Maddie prompts. “Any questions for Sam?”

Well, yes. Lots, if he’s being honest. Mostly, what does it mean for him if he does this? What does his life look like? Does he really deserve this? Are they sure there’s no one who needs her more? 

“I…” Buck trails off. “Sorry, I-I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay.” Sam says. “I know it’s overwhelming.”

He takes a heavy breath. His chest feels a bit tight, stomach a bit nauseous. The room is starting to feel unbearably hot.

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Gonna include a line break sorry to be awkward...

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He knocks on the door and waits, heart beating loudly enough to feel it in his skull. This shouldn’t be so uncomfortable. This should be safe, like coming home. But sometimes, home is the place you leave so it doesn’t leave you first. 

Bobby opens the door moments later. 

“Hi, Buck,” he smiles. “Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for inviting me.”

“Well,” Bobby exhales. “Come on in.”

🔮🔮🔮

“So how are things really?” Bobby asks when they sit down to dinner. It’s just the two of them. Athena is working this evening. 

Bobby remembers another tense dinner. Not long after the tsunami, when Bobby was quietly blocking Buck from returning. They’ve both grown so much since then, Bobby thinks.