I’m between this and my Theo fic rn which one will be finished first 🤔
Anyway here’s a sneak peek from my current (non-staminaverse) probie buck & captain diaz fic!! nsfw under the cut:
'Look at you,' he says, cupping Buck's pec, squeezing at the muscle, soft skin, dark ink.
Buck is flushed all down his chest, breathing deep into his belly, watching Eddie from under pale lashes.
'I've seen you,' he says, challenging, jutting his chin, 'looking.'
Eddie laughs and Buck goes even pinker, 'did you like it?'
'Yeah. Wanted you to look at me. Wanted you to touch me. Didn't think you would. Figured I'd have to touch you first.'
It’s true. Eddie can’t look at it too hard or he’d have to stop and he would never have crossed that line, not with so many rules keeping him in check, from the department, his own sense of right and wrong. Turns out his moral compass is defective with Buck beneath him like this, greedy for all of it.
'I'm touching you now,' he says, his hand drifting over Buck's ribs, his navel, to the cut of his hip and the sparse hair disappearing under his waistband, 'how?'
'Like this, like anything,' says Buck, tilting his pelvis up impatiently.
'Here?' says Eddie and he could tease but he's too impatient, a hand over Buck's cock, thick and hot in his pants.
'Please,' Buck nods and Eddie tugs at his flies, getting his jeans open, a hand into his boxers to pull him out.
Buck is cut, unlike Eddie, and soaked already. He moans raggedly as soon as Eddie touches him, dragging a hand over his length with firm, even pressure. He keeps at it and Buck squirms, fucking up into Eddie's fist, working for it with his whole body. Eddie rubs his thumb under the head of his cock, cherry red and dripping, and Buck gasps, a gulping swallow that clicks in his throat.
'I'm gonna—Eddie, you're gonna make me come,' he says, catching hold of Eddie's wrist but Eddie is strong, doesn't let up.
'It's okay, Buck, I want to see, show me,' he says, tightening his grip, driving him forward.
Buck is beautiful when he comes, eyes screwed shut and head thrown back, scrabbling at the couch as his hips jerk and grind up into Eddie's hand. There's so much of it, covering Eddie's knuckles, dripping on to Buck's belly. It goes on and Eddie works it out of him, the hot excess of it as Buck writhes and moans, dick still heavy in Eddie's hand.
'You wanted it bad, huh?' Eddie says, awed, and he doesn't stop touching, forcing shivery little sounds of Buck, 'needed it.'
Not sure who’s working on fic right now @344j3 @redrosydiaz @bucksbeagle no pressure but if you have something you’d like to share I wanna see 🥰 @bark-barkley tagging you in all these snips ☺️
I LOVE COLLABORATIVE SOTRYTELLING I LOVE CREATING THINGS TOGETHER I LOVE "YES AND"ING WITH OTHERS I LOVE "NO BUT WHAT ABOUT-"S I LOVE HEARIJG MY FRIENDS' IDEAS I LOVE BOUNDING OFF OF THEM I LOVE ART I LOVE STORIES I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT PASSIONS AND SKILLS REQUIRED I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT MEDIA IT TAKES I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE
okay obligatory disclaimer that I'm faceblind but the AI generated alpha in this werewolf pregnancy novel is definitely supposed to be ryan guzman right
“Alright,” Eddie shrugs, laissez-faire. He pulls Buck’s plate to the center of the table; pushes his own forward in kind. Then he begins a drawn-out circus routine of plucking an olive at a time up and out of the bowl and plopping them onto their respective dishes, one by one.
The delicate, repetitive movement of Eddie’s pinched fingers reminds Buck of picking the petals off of flowers. He loves me. He loves me not. He love—
An olive hits him square in the forehead.
“There,” Eddie says, resolute, as the pitted projectile tumbles to the ground at Buck’s feet. “Equal treatment.”
or
Buck, Eddie, and the olive theory. Well, in theory.
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