baby bi buck is sooo special to me so have some bottom!buck in the early days of his relationship with Tommy. non-pen (for now..) 🥵🛋️
It's not the first time Buck's made out with someone on his couch, or any couch. It is the first time his partner's hands have been big enough to span his hips and strong enough to gently guide him into straddling their lap.
The noise that escapes his mouth where it's smooshed against Tommy's should be embarassing - it's needy, hungry, new - but he really doesn't care. Why would he care? When Tommy's so built that Buck's weight isn't a non-starter. It's the first time he hasn't felt too big during a makeout session, where he doesn't have to struggle to keep half his neurons firing so he doesn't forget his size and strength and injure his partner.
"Gorgeous," Tommy murmurs, voice a low rumble against Buck's mouth before capturing his lips again.
Buck bears his whole weight down, pressing Tommy into the couch, and grinds experimentally in his lap. Another should-be embarassing noise spills out of him, something base and primal from his chest as Tommy's arms - strong arms, thick and corded with serviceable muscle - wind around his midsection to hold him in place, wordless encouragement to keep doing what he's doing, to do more.
He loses himself in Tommy's kisses, building up a steady rhythm as he grinds artlessly down into Tommy's lap. They're both wearing jeans - which is kind of insane but the friction of the rigid denim against their bulging flies is driving Buck to the brink at double speed so he's putting it in the pros column.
One hand find leverage on Tommy's broad chest - sturdy like a fucking brick wall but with a soft give of cotton-covered flesh that Buck can sink his fingertips into - the other has a deathgrip on the collar of Tommy's overshirt as he chases after his orgasm, eyes screwing shut as the sensations of Tommy overwhelm him.
An unyeilding forearm braces Buck's back as Tommy's other hand slips beneath the waistband of his jeans and engulfs Buck's entire left ass cheek to give a firm squeeze—
Buck comes with a shout.
He barely registers Tommy's hold on him tightening as he rides out the last few shudders of his orgasm, Tommy's own muscles locking up and his cock jumping in the confines of his own jeans as he comes against Buck's own denim-clad mess.
It takes them a minute to catch their breath and for Buck's brain to reboot. He liked that. He really liked that. Everything about it was awesome, and.. kind of surprising. In a good way. A very fucking good way.
"Fuck." His underwear feels okay now, in the blissful moment after, but he knows from experience things are going to take an uncomfortable turn in the next few minutes. "It's, uh. Been a while since I've come in my pants like a horny teenager." Again: not embarassed. Tommy just.. has that effect on him. He's hot as hell and brings out Buck's wild side and he doesn't think Buck is too much.
Tommy's hands fit to Buck's hips again. Buck feels safer than he has with any partner. Ever. "Ditto," Tommy murmurs, hands soothing up and down Buck's ribs.
He's still planted firmly in Tommy's lap and Tommy doesn't seem in any rush to change that. Still. "Um. How d'you feel about a shower and a sleepover?"
"No bubble bath?"
Buck laughs and shoves playfully at Tommy. That beautiful crinkly smile takes over Tommy's whole face making Buck's breath stutters in his chest.
"I'd love to," Tommy says, easy as anything - like Buck's not asking too much too soon, like he wants to wake up next to Buck in the morning.
Buck wants that, too. Wants to wake up beside Tommy. Wrapped in Tommy. His mind wanders off down paths of what that might look like as he stumbles to his feet on shaky legs and reaches out a hand. Tommy lets Buck take a bit of his weight as he stands and it's another thing Buck files away that he likes about Tommy; he's strong, but he doesn't discount Buck's own growth and capabilities.
Tommy's hair is a riot, his curls mussed and free, his overshirt crinkled, face flushed and eyes bright in that just-fucked sparkly hazy kind of way. Buck can only imagine what he must look like.
He steps into Tommy's space, gratified when Tommy doesn't pull away or stumble from keeping them steady. "I want you to fuck me."
"Tonight?"
Buck smiles at the concern in his voice. Maybe they could, but.. "Next week? I kinda wanna work up to it."
Tommy's hands - those soothing, caring hands - shift in a soothing motion up and down Buck's flanks. "Of course. We can take it slow."
Slow, Buck thinks ruefully. None all of his girlfriends ever accused Buck of taking things slow. But he wants to, with Tommy. He wants to experience everything. "I like slow." With one last peck to Tommy's lips he leads them up to his shower, hand in hand.
100% in the Buddie Team Switch tent over here btw bc these bastards are honestly just far too complex to ever be anything else imo.
like Buck with his praise kink all somebody please tell me i did good as i wasn't told this growing up by the people who were supposed to say it to me and it changed my brain chemistry by denying me of positive affirmations and molded me into a pliable thing that cannot help but take any shape others want me to so i just need need need you to please tell me that i did good and that i am good and help me to believe that i'm as good as you're telling me i am by holding me down and forcing me to take all of you into all of me until i'm fucking convulsing with just how good it feels and how good i am at it, and bc i now know for sure how much you love it too as you're saying it out loud to me, over and over and over again...
and Eddie, with absolutely everything in his life (outside of work) feeling so very out of his control and needing to gain some of it back by crushing Buck with his body weight and telling Buck exactly what it is he should be doing and precisely how to do it and have Buck whining and keening with how desperate he is to comply bc Buck has complete trust in Eddie, in Eddie's ability to make the right decision for whatever it is Buck needs—for what they both need—and having that allows Eddie to have the courage in his convictions that he often struggles to have outside of the(ir) bedroom when it comes to his emotions and that just feels so good to Eddie, to be doing it right, to be the one making Buck feel good, soso good, and to actually be taking (for once in his life) what it is that he wants and allowing himself to have the things he desires, to have Buck, all for himself, because that is what feels good to him...
but then there are those other times in Eddie's life that he has had to and still has to be a sure and steady hand, a reliable go-to, be totally unshakeable and unbreakable and in charge of making decisions that affect countless people's lives—victims of war, those he tries his best to serve and save on calls, colleagues, friends, the people he cares for and those he loves the most in his life—and it's. well. it's A Lot. so much actually, that Eddie sometimes needs to turn it off and just let it all go and allow somebody else take over and tell him what to do and when to do it bc he just needs to not think about it anymore, to not think at all, needs to just be a vessel for somebody else's decisions and desires and put his trust wholly in somebody else, in Buck, bc he doesn't always trust himself but Buck knows Eddie so well and so completely and understands what Eddie needs to get out of his own head and just have somebody tell him (outside of his job) that he did good for once, that he can get matters of the heart right instead of always wrong wrong wrong and have Buck tell him that yes, of course he's good for something, good for this, good for splaying himself wide open and taking everything he is given by Buck...
and then there's the whole Buck (outside of work) having zero fucking clue of what he's doing and even tho he is trying his very best all of the time he's getting it wrong A Lot of the time, bc his best isn't always good enough so he has to try harder, but then he's trying too hard, too much, which means he still isn't getting it right. and so to be able to be the one in charge of things and have his will and instruction be absolutely the right thing? the very thing that Eddie needs? that's such a heady experience, such a rush, and when he makes Eddie beg and cry with it and Eddie loves loves loves Buck for it—loves Buck for telling him how it should be and for Buck insisting on what he's giving being what Eddie deserves—that is Buck living and thriving and loving loving loving Eddie right back, with all the plundering depth that he has in him and can give and is...
and that, all of that, is just. how it is. every facet of it; every logistic; every angle; every way and any way you look at it; every (s)which way.
This is for @diazbuckleysworld. I'm trying my hand at writing on Tumblr for the first time. This is a one shot Buddie mpreg. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Smut, usage of tongue and riding
Buck stood in front of the mirror staring at his reflection. Despite being taller than most trans men he knew, he was showing quite a bit. The blue eyed man was just over five months pregnant and his hormones were raging at the moment. Tears started welling up in his eyes and he felt like shit at the moment. His regular clothes didn't fit anymore and he moved onto wearing, dare he say it, maternity clothes since they were comfortable on his bulging belly. Buck was glad that he could still go to work. He switched from actively fighting fires to EMS/Paramedic duties.
Eddie returned from dropping Christopher off with his abuela and called out for his pregnant husband. "Buck? Evan, are you here?" Eddie called as he walked upstairs. The Army veteran found his pregnant husband crying. "Mi amor, are you alright?" Eddie asked.
Buck sniffled and replied, "I'm fat." Eddie smiled and told his husband he was beautiful. He was sexy with the way he was rounding out with life. Buck found himself getting wet and straddled his husband's lap. "Fuck me, Eddie," Buck murmured. "I want to feel everything you can give me and more," the younger man added. The older man's bright hazel eyes darkened in want, need, lust and desire. Eddie grinned and scooped Buck up into his arms, pressing him against the wall. The blonde moaned and knew he was going to get it good.
"You have no idea how incredibly sexy and downright fucking irresistible you are. I always dream of eating your drenched pussy out and then watching you ride me with reckless abandon. You are like sin personified," Eddie growled deeply. The brunet cupped his husband's bubble butt in his hands and began to knead each plump cheek.
Buck moaned as he buried his face into Eddie's neck, feeling himself grow even wetter. "Please! I can't take it! Fuck me, Eddie! I want your cock inside me and filling me up!" Buck groaned. The older man laughed huskily and placed the younger man on the bed before stripping them of their clothes. Once they were naked as the day they were born, Eddie decided he wanted a taste of his love. "Oh, fuck me sideways!" Buck cried out when he felt Eddie's tongue lapping his juices up and eating him out. It felt so amazing and the pregnant blonde wanted more. "I want to cum with your cock inside me!" Buck moaned as his husband continued to eat him out. Eddie finished lapping some of Buck's juices and the younger man pushed him onto his back before climbing on top of him. Buck worked himself down on his husband's cock and had to take a breather when he was completely full since it had been a while.
The two men built a rhythm up and Buck hit his spot every time he rose up and down on Eddie's cock with a deep moan of pleasure. "That's it, baby! Take my cock inside your drenched pussy! God, you feel so good wrapped around me! I'm about to come!" Eddie groaned and Buck threw his head back as he slammed down one last time. The older man shot his load inside his husband and the younger man cried out as he joined his husband.
The two men collapsed to the bed while breathing deeply and Buck snuggled up close to Eddie's side. "Thank you. It's been so long that we were able to have sexy time together. Love you," Buck murmured as he drifted off to sleep. Eddie smiled and pulled the covers over them. They would get cleaned up in the morning.
Hope you all enjoyed this! This was my first time writing something like this for Tumblr. 😁😁😂😂
How about needy!Buck and “just the tip” trope - ok love you bye 😘
continuing on with baby bi buck where 'just the tip' doesn't quite mean what you think it means.. 👀🤌
Buck's had a lot of sex. He's always been adventurous and is no stranger to toys or playing with himself. He didn't think Tommy's fingers would be so different from his own.
They are.
For starters, Tommy's hand are bigger than Buck's so, naturally, his fingers are bigger too. Longer. Thicker.
Then there's the angle. It doesn't matter what shape Buck's younger self had managed to pretzel his limbs into, his fingers never felt the same as someone else's. And he's had his fair share of female partners who were open to - or into - assplay where it was Buck's ass on the fun side of things, but none of them ever had hands as big as Tommy's. Or as strong as Tommy's.
They're in what Buck is fast realising is one of his favorite positions: he's straddling Tommy's lap, and this time they're in bed. Tommy kicked things off with his some sweet reassurances and what was tantamount to a safety briefing and reiterated how they'll just take it slow.
Buck didn't share his full sexcapades history but he told Tommy enough to ease his worry over this being Buck's first time taking a man's fingers that aren't his own. But he still insisted on taking his time, to ease Buck into it.
As keen as Buck is for Tommy to be inside of him he's also a simp for a little tlc so he agreed. And maybe warmth spread through his chest at his comfort being considered like that. He was usually the one thinking about that stuff, making sure his partner felt good. It's real nice to be on the recieving end.
After twenty minutes of building kisses and Tommy's cheek-eclipsing hands massaging Buck's ass while he's perched naked and keening in Tommy's lap, it was time to get this show on the road.
A few more minutes - and a healthy amount of lube - of Tommy's fingertip circling Buck's pucker with increasing pressure and purposeful motions and Buck damn near losing his mind above him while Tommy's cool composure only makes him want him more—
Tommy finally finally says: "Just the tip," and Buck's nodding eagerly, already a panting needy mess. Tommy pushes in and there's the expected initial resistance. He stops at the first knuckle, just like he said he would. "You okay?"
One of Tommy's gorgeous fingers is inside him - just the tip but it's driving him wild with how good it all feels, with how he's never wanted any fingers inside him more than Tommy's. And Tommy is so careful with him like he thinks Buck will freak out and call it off or get hurt. Meanwhile, Buck's trying to hold off on spilling every sordid detail of his past.
A giddiness takes over him and suddenly he's laughing, shaking with it. He's okay. He's so, so okay.
"Evan.." Concern laces Tommy's voice, and worse: he's starting to pull away, pull out.
Buck grabs his wrist and holds it in place while he kisses Tommy quiet. "'m good," he smiles against Tommy's lips. "m' great, actually." He bears down on Tommy's finger to the second knuckle with a sigh, feeling him go deeper, feeling the slight stretch and burn. Tommy's hand flexes and that fingertip crooks inside him making him gasp. "'m good— 'm so good, please don't stop."
Tommy listens, and gives Buck what he asks for.
His finger slides in deeper, easing in slowly to allow Buck to adjust. It doesn't feel like an instrusion. It feels like Tommy belongs inside of him. "'nother."
Tommy doesn't ask if he's sure, but Buck can sense him wanting to.
"I can take it, promise. 'nother, please."
"So polite."
Buck's huff is cutt off by a moan as a second thick finger enters him, stretching his rim and making space in his ass. The burn lights him up, and after a moment it fades, leaving behind a fullness closer to what Buck is really craving. His chest is heaving. Tommy is petting down his side.
He starts by rocking back carefully onto Tommy's fingers then pulling off partway. It doesn't take long for him to build into cautious riding, not wanting them to slip free in his eagerness. Moans spill out of him as he begs for another finger.
Again, Tommy does what he asks.
"Shit.. how are you real?"
"Mmngh— 'm real as they come.."
"Oh, I'll make you come. Brace your hands on my shoulders, baby."
Buck does as he's told, his insides clenching happily at hearing Tommy call him baby. Not just his belly, his ass clenches, too. Around Tommy's fingers.
"Jesus," Tommy breathes. "You like that, baby?"
Buck nods, whines, continues rocking in Tommy's lap, grinding back on his fingers and using his newfound leverage to pick up the pace and go a little harder.
Tommy's other hand wraps around Buck's leaking cock and it shocks him out of his rhythm with a cry of pleasure. "Take what you want, sweetheart."
Oh, shit— how is that hotter to hear than baby? "Fuck, Tommy—" He fucks himself back on Tommy's rigid fingers then fucks forward into the circle of his fist. They've traded handjobs before but it still takes Buck by surprise how much more of his dick Tommy can hold in his hand. It's so hot.
Glancing down between their bodies he sees Tommy's fingers glistening slick with his precome as he works him over, matching Buck's pace.
Tommy likes how much he leaks. He was very vocal about it the first time he got his hands on Buck, and his mouth, and when they moved against each other naked and entwined. That made Buck's Top 10 list but maybe this is better— Tommy inside him, around him, beneath him. Tommy might end up stealing every spot. Maybe he should make a new list, just for them. Find out what Buck likes and what Tommy is phenomenal at. So far he's proven himself pretty much a pro at knowing how to press Buck's buttons once he figures out where and what they are.
Kind of like right now, with Tommy crooking his fingers and seeking out that sensitive bundle of nerves in Buck's ass, making him shudder and slow and melt like putty in Tommy's capable hands.
"How do you wanna come, baby?"
Buck.. hadn't really thought about it. Whatever they do is always enough to get him off without even really thinking about it. His other partners.. he doesn't want to compare Tommy to every girlfriend or one night stand he's ever had, but he can probably count on one hand how many times they asked him what he wanted in bed and genuinely wanted to know, to give that to him. It's fine - Buck's sexual history is a mixed bag. But the more Tommy treats him like he's worthy of having a say in what makes him feel good the clearer he views his past and spares a thought for his younger self taking any and every scrap of affection he could only to be endlessly denied more and rejected and abadoned.
Tommy is different.
Tommy cares about Buck.
Tommy likes Buck.
Tommy wants to make Buck feel good.
"Can you—" He wants, but he still feels like it's selfish to ask.
"Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, if I can."
So far in their relationship Tommy has only said no to his suggestions a handful of times and always brought his own suggestions in return. It was inconsequential stuff, personal preference. He'd laid out his hard limits when it comes to sex before they'd made it past kissing and hasn't denied Buck a thing since they've started exploring, and he trusts Tommy not to agree to anything he doesn't want to do.
He trusts Tommy not to make him feel small or selfish or dumb for wanting to do anything with him, or for any part of his personality - parts most people struggle dealing with. Tommy doesn't just put up with those parts, he actively engages them, embraces them, and finds joy in Buck being himself. Being Evan.
Buck's grip flexes on the curve of Tommy's broad, round shoulders and his palms smooth down Tommy's bare chest. His fingers trace up and down through the smattering of chest hair he's become a little obsessed with. This beautiful beast of a man wants to give him what he wants. He finally meets Tommy's eye. "Can you fuck me? With your fingers, I mean."
Tommy searches his face, probably trying to discern Buck's coyness stemming from a molten need from his shy uncertainty. It's a mix of about 80/20. He knows Tommy's intentions, but there's always that line in the sand.
Tommy finds whatever he was looking for, and nods. "You can put your arms around my neck, if you want."
Don't need to tell him twice. Buck wraps around Tommy and loses himself in an indulgent, messy kiss. Tommy's hand moves off his dick - still slick and weeping - to brace under Buck's upper thigh as he murmurs, "Hold onto me, baby," and Buck hums, holding steady as he can on his knees as Tommy begins fucking three perfect thick fingers into him at a pace that quickly shifts from fuck yes to holy fucking shit.
There was a brief moment where he mourned the loss of Tommy's hand wrapped tight around his dick, but it's a distant thought now as Tommy thrusts bunched fingers into him at a deliciously brutal pace. It's all Buck can do to hold on and not collapse as his leg muscles quake and his bad knee twinges, a litany of fuckfuckfuckfuck streams out of him, becoming more nonsensical by the second as Tommy pushes him steadily closer to the edge at breakneak speed.
Tommy must have a sixth - sex? - sense or something because when he practically growls, "Come for me, sweetheart," in Buck's ear, he does just that. He'd reached the precipice and Tommy's words were the tipping point to send him careening headfirst into a whitehot bliss as he comes with a shout, body seizing up and jerking as his untouched cock paints Tommy's taught stomach with long ropes of come.
He comes back to himself with a head full of static and his body slumped in Tommy's lap, seated on the damp cotton of Tommy's boxers.
It's something Tommy had insisted on, something he told Buck no for - with a very knowing look, like he knew Buck wouldn't be able to stop himself trying for more tonight if he had Tommy's thick veiny cock hard and leaking against his own while Tommy's fingers stretched him open. We have time, Tommy told him, not meaning tonight but in general.
And, yeah.
They do have time.
And Buck is making lots of mental notes - later to be transcribed into typed notes, maybe even a spreadsheet - of all the things he wants to do with their time together.
"How do you feel?" Tommy's
Slowly, Buck takes stock: 1) that was a spectacular orgasm, and he hasn't come untouched in years which says a lot for Tommy's skills or Buck's attraction to him or the wonders of gay sex; maybe all of the above. 2) His ass feels strangely empty. 3) Shifting in his new favorite seat alerts him to Tommy's cotton-clad bulge and the fact he's still hard.
"Y'didn't..?" Disappointment filters in and invites Buck's self-loathing, curdling the pleasant, gooey warmth Tommy made of his body.
"I wanted to take care of you. Don't worry about me, sweetheart."
That word makes Buck's heart thump, but it's not enough. He's shaking his head as he pulls out of Tommy's arms, shuffling down the bed and bullying his way between Tommy's knees until he's nosing at the arousal-damp cotton straining against Tommy's erection.
"Can I..?" Buck wants. He wants to make Tommy feel good, and he breaks out the big guns: looking up at Tommy from under his lashes - and going a little crazy at the sight of his spend smeared over his skin - mouthing at his crotch to add to the dampness, adding, "Please?" and letting his voice reverberate against Tommy's dick.
A bitten off curse, a sharp sucking in of air, and Tommy finally surrenders. "Okay."
Tommy's giant paw settles in Buck's curls as he peels his underwear down and mentally checks two more things off his wishlist: 1) Get his mouth on Tommy's dick. 2) Give Tommy the goodness he deserves. He's going to make this so good for Tommy, even if he has to use enthusiasm and naked hunger to make up for his lack of technique - for now.
