Taylor Lorenz’ first book was great and we the people of tumblr WERE included in it which was cool but it did make me think about how easily online communities can shutter or change so ANYWAY all that to say my ig is in my bio if any mutuals/ friends are so inclined to follow
I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should-
Literally so fucking hilarious my coworkers are getting sent out to an actual real life wildfire that I don’t get to go on bc I’m not qualified and I actually don’t give a damn bc now I won’t miss 911
kinktober bingo board: 16 - sweat
get me to bingo! - originally i wrote something buddie but it’s international lesbian day, how could i not let karen and hen have some (more) fun? 😊
Hen come to at the feeling of a wet tongue on her back.
It trails along her hip, disappears into kitten licks and grazed teeth on the pudge of her love handles, lays flat and wide in a solid stripe up the small of her back and to her shoulder blades. Her shirt’s bunched up under her elbows and against her neck, damp with the sweat built up from the lack of a/c in the LA heat. Karen bites at her shoulder, nose stuffed up under the damp fabric, the weight of her thighs bracketing the hot skin of the back of her thighs as she settles into place on top of her.
“Karen,” it comes out equal parts a moan and a question. Hen tries to adjust, push back enough to turn and look at the mouth and hands trailing her body, but all that succeeds is lifting her hips enough for Karen to stuff a hand between her body and the mattress. “How’d you get in?”
Karen releases her grip on Hen’s shoulder. “Doesn’t matter.” Later, Hen will find the copy of the key to her house Karen made when she wasn’t looking. It’ll be a thing, then it won’t, then it’ll be her permanent key.
For now, Karen mouths at the slick skin of Hen’s shoulder blade and hums into it – a dreadfully wet sound that makes Hen shiver. The hand between her belly and the silk sheets slides against her skin, lubricated by the ever-thickening sheen of moisture. “Chimney sent me pictures of you working out today,” she trails off praise of hot, strong, capable, beautiful Henrietta Wilson into dewy skin. “Need you.”
“Hmm,” Hen leans her head far back enough to catch Karen’s eye and Karen swoops into her easily, tongue breaking the seal of her girlfriend’s lips before she has the chance to attempt something that isn’t a sweltering, bruising kiss. Hen can taste the salt on her tongue, feels the coating of her own sweat against the roof of Karen’s mouth and clinging to her tongue and the back of her teeth like a film.
“Not stopping,” she breathes, eventually, and Karen quickly moves her hand down to the edge of Hen’s biker shorts, gets the damp fabric between her fingers and squeezes. “Let me take a shower, first, though.”
Karen hums in displeasure, gets her lips on Hen’s cheek and trails bruising, suctioning kisses to the back of her neck. “Now why would you do that?” Her hips buck against Hen’s butt, just a little, and she seals her lips around a mound of darkened flesh just under Hen’s ear and sucks at it, hard.
“Gross,” Hen groans, head turning into the pillow with her mouth dropped open and panting. Heat flickers under her skin. “’s so hot, I’m all – “ Karen bites at her skin, pulls it back and laps at the sweat-slick skin, “ – oh fuck.”
“Relax,” Karen soothes, words muffled by the bits of slippery skin remaining between her canines as she pulls off. “I’ll clean you up.”
kinktober drabble: day 8
prompt: webcam
If he props the iPad up on the pillow next to him, it’s almost like Buck is here, and not eight hundred miles away in California. Eddie knows it’s kind of pathetic, but, well. So is he, right now.
They fall asleep on Facetime most nights now, or at least nights when Buck isn’t working. Quiet conversation until one of them drifts off. Terrible for the batteries, but whatever.
Somehow the conversation tonight has drifted around to exes, which feels dangerous in a way Eddie can’t quite identify. Like seeing a brightly colored berry and being mostly sure it’s poisonous, but not actually knowing.
“Taylor liked to fuck every night I was home,” Buck says, his voice low. It’s dark enough in his room—Eddie’s old room—that the camera has lost some detail, pixelated his features. “Even if I was tired. She’s tell me to just lay back and she’d jerk me off until I was hard enough for her to ride. Have her fun with me. I liked it.”
Eddie’s mouth is dry. Buck, sleepy and pliant and used. Did he look like this with her? Sound like this, this rough, groaning edge to his voice?
“That sounds hot,” Eddie says, which isn’t a lie, but doesn’t exactly capture the full truth of what he’s thinking.
“It was,” Buck says. “What about you? Any of your girls have anything like that?”
“Not like that, I guess. Marisol liked it from behind a lot, though.”
“From behind’s good,” Buck says, and at first Eddie thinks he means when he’s fucking a woman that way, but then he says, “You feel it inside yourself a lot deeper from that angle.”
Buck likes it deep. Buck likes it from the back. Buck likes to be used for someone else’s pleasure. Eddie can’t help what he pictures next, Buck’s face buried in his pillow, Eddie buried inside Buck, his hands gripping Buck’s hips as he drives into him over and over again.
In real life, Eddie’s hard, and he palms his dick through his sweatpants. The image may be low-quality, but he can still see a faint flush on Buck’s cheeks, or maybe he’s just imagining what he wants to be there.
“Buck?”
“Yeah?”
Eddie takes the leap. “You hard?”
Buck doesn’t answer for a second, and Eddie’s heart freezes, but then he’s nodding. “Yeah. Really hard.”
Eddie swallows. “Can I see?”
“Yeah,” Buck breathes. And he pans the camera down.
buck and taylor are out for drinks and he’s like oh! btw im bisexual! and she’s like yeah you know what that tracks. makes a lot of sense in retrospect and he’s like haha yeah. wait what? and she’s like yeah you know because of your thing for eddie. and buck goes NOT YOU TOO
the equal and opposite reactions of being excited for and petrified of what’s to come (season 9 of 9-1-1)
Knot So Innocent
Explicit | 4.3k words | Buddie
Tags: Dubious Consent, Rope Bondage, First Time
“What do you want?” Buck whispers, his hand trailing down Eddie’s thigh, fingers grazing the sensitive skin at the juncture. “Tell me.”
Eddie’s head thuds back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut. “Just—fuck—untie me, man.”
Buck leans close, shaking his head slowly, eyes flicking between rosy cheeks and taut arms, savouring Eddie’s obvious strain against the ropes. “No,” he drags out the syllable, “that’s not it. What do you really want, Eddie? What’s got you so worked up?”
“Shit,” Eddie breathes out, more to the heavens than to Buck. “I want—want you to touch me.”
It starts, as most things do, with a late-night research spiral.
Read on AO3! 💋
want your two hands on me by thelonggoodbye
casual intimacy | watersports | freak4freak buddie
originally written for @weewookinkmeme | vote on what I write for Buddie Kinktober
Buck’s curled up on Eddie’s couch as best he can, his leg stretched out awkwardly. “What I miss is, like, the casual intimacy, you know?”
Eddie, who has never experienced intimacy as a casual thing in his life, nods. “Yeah, I know.” He’s sitting in his chair like a normal person, one leg crossed over the other.
“I didn’t even know I liked it that much.” Buck’s tone is mournful. He peels off part of the label of his bottle. Soda, not beer, because he isn’t supposed to mix his pain meds with alcohol. He bullied Eddie into picking up glass bottles of soda even though they’re ridiculously overpriced just so he could feel like he was drinking a grown up drink.
Eddie’s argument of, “You are an adult, Buck. Anything you drink is a grown up drink,” hadn’t gone over well. Considering Buck likes to blow bubbles in his chocolate milk to make Christopher laugh, Eddie can see where he went wrong with that.
“With Abby, we got there as soon as we met in person. She was taking care of her mom, so when we had time together she’d just, like, exist in front of me. I’d never had a woman do that before.”
Eddie shifts in his seat. He and Shannon had probably never had that. Maybe if he’d been around for her pregnancy, or if she’d stuck around after he’d gotten discharged, but that hadn’t happened. Every time he’d come back, and then when she had, they’d danced around each other. Been shy and tentative, relearning each other like they’d had all the time in the world to.
“She didn’t care. She’d pee while I was in the shower like it was nothing. Or floss while I was brushing my teeth. I didn’t at first, because I thought we should be more romantic. In the honeymoon phase or whatever. But that was romantic, right? And I just didn’t know it yet.”
“Sure,” Eddie agrees. He’d thought romance was flowers and always looking hot for the other person when he and Shannon started dating too. Of course, he’d been seventeen, not twenty-six, but whatever. At least Buck was getting there in his own time.
the very beginnings of mayravi and ravi already knows all these random little useless details about her–that she loves waffles, that she’s deathly afraid of moths and butterflies, that she loves 90s and early 2000s r&b, that she has a huge group of friends from highschool and at usc but her BEST friend will always be harry–because bobby used to talk about her all the time. and ravi didn’t even realize he was listening and holding onto all those little details until they’re spilling out of his mouth whenever he’s around her
like yes it’s about may learning just how much bobby thought of her and talked about her and loved her like a daughter but it’s also about ravi falling in love with may before he’d ever properly met her just from the stories bobby would tell
rewatching s2 and like - the thing about 2x01 eddie is that he doesn’t exist, not really. that cool, confident, effortlessly competent wunderkind who swans in with a careless smirk and a breezily bitchy remark and instantly charms everyone and always has it together and never fucks up or fails or looks stupid - he doesn’t exist. he’s a product of buck’s insecure, jealous pov. actual eddie, in 2x01, is a 26yo single father whose wife ditched him and who’s desperately cobbling together a patchwork childcare system after he fled the state to get away from his parents and regain some sense of control over his life and some semblance of a relationship with his kid and this job has to go right, oh god, it fucking has to because he has no plan b -
and there’s this FUCKING GUY who won’t stop STARTING SHIT.
(turns out that’s the love of his life)
kinktober day seven: chastity
“We should stop.”
“Yeah,” Eddie gasps before diving in again, his lips swollen and spit-slick, hair clinging to his forehead with the humidity of the cramped space.
“I-I shouldn’t—”
He’s cut off by a roll of Eddie’s hips, pleasure sparking sinfully as their clothed cocks drag together.
Eddie moans. “Me neither.”
It only takes another minute or two, desperately rutting against each other, before Eddie comes so hard, he sees god.
“I thought…”
Breathless, Eddie blinks open glassy eyes, struggling to listen. To focus.
“You said you were straight.”
Eddie’s snort echoes in the small confessional. “Thought you were celibate.”
oh god.
buck-centric pre-buddie | rated e | 1082 words | post-811, pining, masturbation
It’s actually annoying that he’s not in love with Eddie.
You know?
It would make everything so much easier if he was.in just before S9, welcome back from hiatus to ME <3 I took a few months off to do non-online things but I’ve missed being here and being insane about buckneddie <3
