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Hailey - bi - she/they - I write & make art sometimes - unhealthily obsessed with Matt Murdock and Bucky Barnes - check my AO3 if you're lookin' for fics!

[ironkissedmage]

Ironkissedfanfics Master Fic List!

I now have a few fics posted on my account, so I figure it's best to make a small list to keep updated here just in case! I will add to this post as new fics come out! <3

(Daredevil)

For The Former Things Are Passed Away Rated Explicit

Something was wrong in Hell's Kitchen.

The Devil could feel it, pulsing through the streets like the tainted blood in his veins. The city had tried to pin him down before, but it knew now that it needed him.

Was it possible for him to do this alone?

(9-1-1)

But Oh, To Be Ruined In Love Rated Explicit, 45k

When Eddie finally goes back to work after the sniper incident, Buck is relieved to get just a little bit of space so everything can hopefully go back to normal. He spent so much time at the Diaz's place while his friend recovered that it was getting harder and harder to hide both his nightmares and his feelings from the man resting up in the next room.

Buck knows the universe is against him, that it is determined to take from him every possibility of love, so he is determined to keep this locked away for everyone's good. It's just that that gets harder and harder as time goes on. If remnants of real-life nightmares haunt him into silence, what will it take to unlock his heart?

*rated Mature if you skip the last chapter! (doesn't affect the story ❤)

A Phone Call Away Rated Explicit, 5.7k

Buck had his apartment to himself for the first time in months, so of course he had to take advantage of such a lovely opportunity to get off without fear of anyone hearing him.

It's just his luck that he butt dials someone while he's fingers deep in himself.

And he's just not sure if it's a blessing or a curse that it's Eddie he called.

Trick-or-Treat! Rated G, 2.8k

Christopher had been waiting all year for Halloween. It was one of his favourite holidays. But this year was going to be the best because he managed to convince both his Dad and Buck to dress up with him! It was going to be perfect.

-or-

Buckley-Diaz family Halloween with a side of Buddie getting together :)

Come Here, Rest With Me Rated G, 1.3k

A muffled creak echoed through the hall, brought forth by socked feet attempting to tip-toe to the kitchen. Eddie paused mid-step, a wince causing his nose to scrunch up as he waited, hoping beyond hope that he didn't wake up his friend where he was sleeping on the couch.

He just needed some water, something to soothe his throat after it instinctively cut off a scream that could have woken the whole house but instead only woke him from the nightmare. It wasn't a big deal, though, really. After a drink he would go right back to bed; he would ignore the racing of his heart that told him he was in danger and he would refrain from the desire to seek comfort on the couch. He was fine.

This is the Moment of Just Letting Go Rated G, 1.4k

For a moment, time stood still. A second ago he was watching as Buck climbed the ladder like had a thousand times before, but when he picked himself up off of the ground, Buck seemed to be lost.

There was no time to think - Eddie just moved.

He was going to save him; he had to save him.

6x10 coda!

lonely, lonely little life (I could kid myself in thinking that I'm fine) Rated G, 1.8k

Eddie is sitting, attempting to have a beer, to watch a show and ignore the extremely complicated mix of emotions that swirls in his gut, when someone knocks on his door. He knows that it's Buck before he even hears the door unlock, before he hears his voice call tentatively into the house after him.

Buck comes to apologize, and ends up telling Eddie more than that.

7x04 coda!

(Supernatural)

Truth Be Told... Rated Explicit, 7.9k

After a routine hunt, Sam comes to find that Dean has been hit with some sort of spell. As far as they can tell, it's physically harmless, but Dean just can't stop spilling truths! As they wait for Rowena, Sam gets the brilliant idea to have Cas come by and this proves to be a very difficult situation for one Dean Winchester. Truths come out and there are some very good rewards in Dean's immediate future.

Sub Count Rated T, 2.2k

After beating Chuck and rescuing Cas from the empty, the boys have new jobs. Cas's is... a little surprising. When he asks Dean for help, Dean catches sight of the surprising little number: a Maid costume. Is Castiel really going to wear that thing?

Divinity In Sin Rated Explicit, 4.6k

Dean and Cas are doing some recon for an easy hunt. Opportunities arise and they think they can take it on. Things are not so easy, in fact, and in the aftermath, Dean finds himself with a newly discovered kink and an angel willing to go there.

Blood kink and Wing kink inside so don't read if blood is not for you!

From Grace, For You Rated Explicit, 8.6k

Dean couldn't wait to go on this hunt. It was going to be easy- his favorite monster to kill. Castiel, of course, comes with him. He would always come with him.

A short story of devotion and love and sin.

Self-Medicate, Resuscitate Rated Explicit, 15k

Cas's confession and subsequent death took a much bigger toll on Dean than Supernatural tried to convince us it did. This is how it all should have happened after 15x18.

Sanctuary, Salvation Rated Explicit, 13.6k

People are going missing in Michigan again and when Dean asks Castiel for help, it isn't a question - he's there. But, being near Dean is hard when he wants to be so much closer, wants so much more, and Castiel must face himself and Dean when the snow starts falling.

[phantasm-echo]

I blinked and suddenly I had ten daredevils on my tablet so uh. Here. I fear I’m going insane over him. Just a bit…

[dungeonsex2026]

number 50 for the prompts! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

—

“You’re staring.”

He is. Has been, all night, and apparently finally been caught.

They’re in the kitchen, again, and Buck is watching him, flushed from the alcohol they’ve been drinking and the exertion of the game of charades that got a little too rowdy. Everyone else is in the living room, clustered around Bobby like a herd of elephants protecting their young, and when Buck got up to refill the snacks Eddie unfolded himself from the armchair and followed.

So yeah, he’s been staring. As if it’s his fault. Buck is wearing that cardigan that pulls tight across his chest and makes his eyes look stupidly blue. He’s forgone any hair product, curls bouncy and so touchable it’s been driving him crazy all night. And Bobby is in his house, something he thought he’d never get to see again. Chris is home, tucked away in his room with Denny and Mara and probably Jee, entertaining themselves away from the embarrassing adults. The world is right again, and pleasantly fuzzy from all the wine Karen’s been plying him with all night.

And Buck. He’s already mentioned the cardigan, and the hair, but Buck has been in his element tonight. Full of laughter, the spirit Eddie was worried had been broken forever repaired and thriving. He’s been fluttering around the house, refilling drinks and serving food with a bright smile that he can’t get enough of.

Buck’s glancing over at him now, hands busy with re-plating a charcuterie board. He has a soft smile just for Eddie, and it makes him a little nauseous with how painfully in love with him he is. How stupid he’s been to have wasted so much time pretending he wasn’t.

“Earth to Eddie?” Buck says, grin widening into something teasing.

“Hmm?” Eddie asks, settling against the counter behind him while Buck works at the island. He fiddles with his wineglass, nearly empty, and watches Buck cut up a block of gouda cheese. He’s pushed the sleeves of the cardigan to his elbows, forearms flexing, and Eddie can’t quite make himself look away.

“I said you’re staring,” Buck repeats with a little laugh. “Did you follow me in here just to watch, or are you gonna help?”

“I’m fine right here,” Eddie answers, delighting in Buck’s eye roll, the blush that creeps into his cheeks. “It’s a good view.”

Buck goes crimson, drops the block of cheddar he’d been about to slice. “Eddie. You can’t say that kind of shit when I have a knife in my hand.”

“Why?” Eddie teases, and the back of Buck’s neck turns red. Not for the first time, Eddie wonders how far it spreads. “Does it make you flustered, Buckley?”

He knows it does. But that certainty was hard earned, having spent weeks agonizing over living in such close quarters with Buck, telling himself all kinds of stories about why his heart raced when their hands brushed over the coffee pot, convinced Buck must not feel the same way. Until his tía had walloped him upside the head, metaphorically speaking, a few weeks in and told him to lock Buck down before it was too late.

In her own words, of course.

He suspects she had a similar conversation with Buck, given the way he’d come inside after seeing her to her car, red-faced and avoiding Eddie’s eyes. They’d stuttered and tiptoed around each other for a few days before settling back into their normal, which Eddie had finally come to realize was not most people’s normal.

“I—shut up,” Buck says, and picks up the cheese.

But now that he’s started, he can’t help himself. Fueled by three and a half glasses of wine, and the profound joy that’s bursting to spill out of his ribcage, he inches closer until his hip presses into the island right next to Buck.

Buck goes briefly rigid but recovers quickly — Eddie wouldn’t even have noticed the slip if he wasn’t watching him so closely. He keeps slicing cheese methodically, eyes fixed determinedly on his hands.

“Looking a little flushed there, bud,” Eddie says. “Too much wine?”

Buck huffs and flushes harder. “I only had two glasses. What’s that, your fourth?”

“You monitoring my drinking?” Eddie asks, and Buck chuckles.

“Only cause I know you’ll have a massive headache later,” Buck replies. “Good thing I stocked up on Excedrin last week.”

He finishes the cheese and starts in on some sausage, unwrapping it from the plastic, and Eddie can’t resist.

“Nice sausage you got there.”

Buck chokes on spit and drops the knife, turning to face Eddie at last. “Eddie. What is this?”

“What?” Eddie asks innocently. He’s too drunk to properly flirt, never flirted with a man before and is rusty nonetheless; but Buck is responding beautifully, in a way that he knows only he could tease out of him.

“You’re complimenting my sausage?”

Eddie shrugs. “It’s a nice one, that’s all. Thick, firm. I’d like to taste it—”

Buck’s hand covers his mouth, cutting him off, and his blood sings from the contact, from Buck flush against him, so close he could count his eyelashes. He barely resists the urge to lick his hand.

“Eddie,” Buck says in a low, plaintive voice that’s doing nothing to calm down his dick, which is not uninterested in the sudden lack of personal space. “You gotta—you know what you’re doing. Don’t—don’t be mean.”

And that—he knows then that they’re not on equal footing, that Buck is still operating under the illusion that Eddie’s not attainable, not already his. That the uptick in Eddie’s heated stares, his hand on Buck’s lower back while he’s cooking, the hip checks at the bathroom sink, have not communicated as clearly as he thought how much he wants this.

So Eddie nods, still silenced by Buck’s hand, and purses his lips until Buck can feel them against his palm. Buck snags it back like he’s been burned, eyes wide.

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says softly. He picks up Buck’s hand and presses another kiss to his knuckles, keeping his eyes fixed on Buck’s. “I do know what I’m doing.”

Buck looks lost, staring at him the way he had when Eddie appeared amongst the rubble and dust weeks ago — like he’s a ghost, like he’d never seen him before.

“A-are you sure? Because Eddie, I can’t—”

Eddie closes the scant distance between them, catches Buck’s jaw in one hand, and kisses him.

Buck doesn’t kiss him back at first, frozen in Eddie’s gentle grip — and then he’s making a soft, hurt sound and pulling Eddie closer, hands immediately snaking under his shirt to find the skin of Eddie’s back. His head spins when Buck’s tongue teases at his lips, and he tastes like wine and salt and—

“Buckaroo, what’s the hold up—oh.”

Buck rips away, putting nearly a foot of space between them, and Eddie laughs, giddy. Chim looks like the cat who got the cream when he turns around, face split into a wide grin.

“Whatcha doing gentlemen?” he asks with a snap his gum, crossing his arms and tilting his head.

Buck sputters behind him, but Eddie just shrugs and leans back until he feels Buck’s chest pressed against his back.

“Nothing really. I was just asking Buck about his sausa—”

Buck’s hand slaps over Eddie’s mouth again, pulling him tighter against his chest with the move, and Chim howls out a laugh.

“I knew it!” he cries, clapping his hands together and spinning around. “Maddie! You owe me fifty bucks!”

“Hey!” Buck calls, but it’s too late — Chim’s gone.

Eddie does lick Buck’s hand then, and Buck releases him with a squeal. Eddie turns around and chuckles at Buck’s red face, staring at him helplessly. He can’t help but lean up to press a kiss to his flushed cheek, stroking over the other with a gentle thumb.

“We’re about to be swarmed,” Eddie says. He can already hear exclamations and shrieks coming from the living room and knows they have seconds before their little bubble is shattered. “I love you, and I mean it. And I really can’t wait to try your sausage.”

Buck snorts and drops his head to press against Eddie’s forehead, eyes brimming with what look like tears. Eddie thumbs a stray one away with the hand on his cheek. “Eddie, I—I love you so much, it’s—I—”

“What have we here?”

It’s Hen that breaks them apart this time. Buck’s smiling sheepishly over Eddie’s shoulder, and when Eddie turns, he sees at least four people trying to crowd in the doorway, the rest cloistered behind them in the dining room. Buck sighs, and drops a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head before beckoning them in.

“Alright. Get in here, you animals.”

Like a dam breaking their family descends, pouring into every nook and cranny, and Eddie swears his kitchen has never felt so warm.

—

prompts xo

[buddie-romance]

ok so if anyone wants them, here are some buddie fics that have mutual masturbation and/or phone sex in them (don't look at me), idk these are probably pretty well known but i'm still making my way through all of them. they are all complete and they're all rated E because well. also CHECK THE TAGS because i didn't write them all out here!

Your place is where I'd rather be instead by mickeysmyheart/ @mickeysmyheart (3.5k)

The next thing Eddie does, short circuits Buck's brain. Eddie takes his shirt by the bottom and pulls it up and over his head, keeping it bunched up and putting it to the side on the counter. Eddie is now shirtless. He’s shirtless in his kitchen. Oh. OR Buck teaches Eddie how to make lasagna over FaceTime when Eddie gets his shirt dirty and has to take it off and it alters Buck's brain chemistry.

Last night, you called on accident by mickeysmyheart/ @mickeysmyheart (8.3k)

Buck goes back to his bag and pulls out Eddie’s black tank top. He brings it up to his nose and inhales— he can tell himself it means nothing later. He moans on his exhale. Holy fuck. OR The one where Buck finds one of Eddie's tank tops in their locker and takes it home & in El Paso, Eddie brought one of Buck's LAFD shirts with him. You know the GIF.

Kiss me through the phone by mickeysmyheart/ @mickeysmyheart (2.6k)

Buck finds himself sitting up in bed— his back against his pillows— phone close to his ear. His heart is beating like crazy— both of theirs are. “That something you want, Eddie?” Buck says in a low, deep voice. “Want me to tell you how often I’ve thought about getting down on my knees for you?” Eddie’s breath hitches. That’s all it took for Eddie’s dick to get hard as fuck— twitching with the need to be touched. “Jesus, Buck,” Eddie moans out as he reaches his free hand into his briefs, touching himself. OR Buck is bored and Eddie can't sleep so the two end up having phone/video sex

to have and to hold (platonically and heterosexually) by teenytinytomlinson/ @littlefreakbuckley (21.2k)

So in the middle of Eddie’s dining room, with his brain to mouth filter non-existent (as per usual), Buck blurts out, “Marry me.” Eddie sits straight up, looking at him with eyes wide as saucers. “Excuse me?” “W-well, just think about it. If we get married I can add you and Chris to my insurance policy and that solves your problem.” Eddie’s mouth forms a perfect little ‘o’. Buck waits patiently for the floor to open up and swallow him whole. When the ground doesn’t do as he’d hoped he realizes he has to say something else. “Obviously, w-we don’t have to,” he’s quick to assure. “But if we did it would be platonic, of course, because you’re straight and–” he pauses, praying for another rogue stroke of lightning. Anything to put him out of his misery right now. “-and like I know that I’m bi now, but this wouldn’t be like that y’know? It would just be two friends helping each other out.” He’s rambling, the words won’t stop tumbling out. “Like a friends with benefits type situation! E-except you know not those kinds of benefits! Like actual benefits! Health and dental.” or, Eddie is moving to Texas, losing his insurance, and marrying Buck all very heterosexually and platonically.

A Phone Call Away by Ironkissedfanfics/ @ironkissedmage (5.7k)

Buck had his apartment to himself for the first time in months, so of course he had to take advantage of such a lovely opportunity to get off without fear of anyone hearing him. It's just his luck that he butt dials someone while he's fingers deep in himself. And he's just not sure if it's a blessing or a curse that it's Eddie he called.

while i think of you by markofalover/ @markofalover (4.2k)

Just Buck speaking, apparently, is enough to get him hard. His brain starts hurting. Like he’s guzzled down a Big Gulp sized Icee in the summertime. …or, Eddie slowly loses his mind and has phone sex about it.

anyway those are some of the best ones, please tag me if you guys know of more like this! and thank you to all these authors, you are truly doing the lord's work

[mavikiu]

YAY Gajevy Week!!

I really liked this prompt, and I love how this turned out! I'm trying to be more mindful about letting my art be sketchy and not always try to make a whole painting ^^' And I enjoy the warm soft vibes a lot during the process :3

[fedzzzart]

“you’re here now”🤍

[kinky-cas]

cas is doing courtly love nonsense because that’s the framework for romantic/erotic love thats most compatible with his ideas of how angels are supposed to be. meanwhile dean is like hey lancelot can you cool it with the noble knight shtick for 10 minutes and just answer your damn texts?

[kinky-cas]

cas:

*dean voice*: you know you’re allowed to fuck me, right?

[marz-rm]

abc hire me instead of that man no watermarks and no bubbles version only on patreon

[mahawavy]

[kuriusagiart]

Frank and Elektra being the only 2 who point out Matt's ass is WILD.

[kuriusagiart]

Frank POV:

And he walked home like this...?

[clusterbuck]

hurts so bad when you finally know

8x14 coda (eddie's version | chimney's version)

Buck doesn’t pick up.

Which is—

It’s not anything, Eddie tells himself. Buck is at work. They probably just got called out, and Buck can’t pick up because he’s busy hauling a hose line or keeping someone’s blood inside of their body. He’ll call back when they’re back in the engine, or maybe when he’s back at the station and has some privacy.

And besides, it’s not like Eddie has anything urgent to tell him. He can wait. It’ll be fine.

He drums his fingers all through the next passenger, has one star docked off his rating for it. Driver seemed distracted, the comment says. The atmosphere was kind of tense.

Which is ridiculous, because he’s not tense. He’s—normal. Just a normal guy waiting for his—waiting for a friend to return a call. Like people normally do.

He tries Buck again, gets his voicemail again. The message is so familiar he can mouth along with it, word for word, and usually the smile in Buck’s voice coaxes a matching smile out of him, but not today.

Which is ridiculous, he tells himself again. There’s nothing to distinguish today from any other day. 

But it doesn’t make the tension go away.

Buck doesn’t call back during his next passenger, or the one after that. Eddie tries to call again, and at this point he’s not surprised when he gets voicemail again. 

Doesn’t necessarily mean anything, he tries to rationalise, but he doesn’t believe it anymore.

If he ever had.

It’s been hours. Buck should have called back by now. Texted, at least, a quick note to say he’s on a call. The fact that he hasn’t means—

Eddie doesn’t want to think about what it means. 

He clocks out on the rideshare app and turns towards home. It’s about to hit rush hour and he should really keep driving for a couple of hours more, but he’s not—he can’t—

It’s been hours since he’s heard from Buck, and he can’t—

The TV is on when he lets himself into the house, Christopher parked frozen in front of it. “What’s goi—” Eddie starts to ask, and trails off as his eyes focus on the screen.

On the chyron: LOS ANGELES FIREFIGHTERS TRAPPED INSIDE BIOHAZARD FACILITY.

On the engines parked outside the building, bright red against the pavement, the number 118 clearly emblazoned across them.

Oh.

“Is—” he starts to ask, and the word comes out as a croak, the rest of them stuck somewhere in his throat. He doesn’t even know what he was going to ask, doesn’t know if Christopher would have answers, doesn’t know if he even wants the answers. If it would be better to teeter on the edge of the chasm forever than to fall into it.

But the decision isn’t his to make. The television cuts back to a reporter clutching a microphone, her expression grim. “We’ve just received word that at least one of the firefighters trapped inside the facility has contracted a deadly viral disease. At least one firefighter is known to be otherwise injured. Authorities remain tight-lipped, but we’ll bring you more information as soon as we get it. There is no word yet on when—or if—these firefighters can be extricated.” 

Oh.

Eddie’s heart drops into his stomach, falls out the bottom and keeps going. Buck is—Buck might be—

Buck could be dead. Buck could be dying at this very moment, and Eddie is—

Eddie is eight hundred miles away, gripping the back of the sofa like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. 

Buck could be dead, and all Eddie wants to do is pick up the phone and call him, pray that this time, by some miracle, he actually answers. All he wants is to see Buck, to hear his voice, to tell him—

Oh.

Eddie’s knees buckle.

Oh.

[bilosan]

madney // buddie + parallels (part four) 💌

[bilosan]

madney // buddie + parallels (part three) 💖

[emziess]

911 gif meme: [4/7] Scenes: Eddie Gets Shot - S04E13&14

[incognitopolls]

Which basic childhood monster was the scariest to you as a kid?

Monster under the bed

Monster in the closet

Basement monster (grabs your ankles if you don't run up the stairs fast enough)

Tickle monster

Other monster not listed here

I wasn't scared of any of these as a kid

Voting ended onApr 7, 2025

We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

[nat111love]

Ah, for Christ's sake, say his name! Say his name, you coward, say his name! It's not about him?