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[dungeonsex2026]

Eddie premature ejaculation fic? 👀

TRUST! by the wonderfully talented @pairofraggedclaws :)

[princessfbi]

buddie + ❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

It started out as a joke. One where Eddie teased Buck about his Buck 1.0 days that ended with Buck tackling Eddie on the couch with his lips crashing into his. But then the joke led to a conversation of exploring curiosities which led to their mutual agreement to show each other their drawers.

The drawers that nobody else had access to and was kept away from wandering eyes. Eddie’s drawer was more like a box hidden high up on the top shelf of his closet and tucked in the back. Buck’s was in his nightstand on the bottom drawer with a twist to the knob to unlock it so nobody accidentally exposed themselves to the more adventurous side of Buck.

And Buck had thought there would’ve been no contest of who was the more adventurous of the two. Eddie still blushed when Buck kissed him on the cheek in public for fuck’s sake!

But then Buck caught the way Eddie’s eyes darkened when he lifted up his cuffs. They were expensive— more expensive than Buck had been able to really justify spending at the time that he bought them— but they were worth every penny. The leather was buttery soft with an even softer thin cushioned lining that soothed the resolute confining of the cuffs themselves. The metal link between the two cuffs was cool to Buck’s finger were he held them up for Eddie to see but warmed so nicely when Buck withered on top of them.

Eddie’s eyes blew out into wide black pupils that Buck could’ve sworn he would’ve fallen in them if he got close enough. His mouth went slack before he managed to catch his jaw and Buck smirked as he swayed the cuffs in front of Eddie's nose.

"Want me to model these for you?" Buck asked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Eddie's expression went impossibly darker and Buck felt a sweat pebble on his skin beneath the heat of his look.

Eddie nodded and Buck's mouth went dry.

"There's this buckle here," Buck said as he held up his wrist, palm side up for Eddie to see as Buck buckled the first cuff around it. He latched the cuff until it was almost too tight and groaned when his stomach rolled with the excitement of feeling the pressure against the soft skin of his wrist.

Eddie said nothing but Buck could feel his eyes boring through him as he showed him the way the leather looked against his skin. Buck would've regretted not having a shirt on in any other circumstance as he flushed under Eddie's attention but Eddie always liked the way Buck went pink.

"Then this one..." Buck trailed off as he held up the other cuff and his free wrist to Eddie, letting him try.

Eddie's touch was scorching as he took Buck's wrist in his own and cuffed the other one with ease. It wasn't like it was rocket science but seeing Eddie secure the buckle with deft fingers did something to Buck in a way that had no right to be as hot as it was. He shivered as Eddie's thumb checked under the cuff with a gentle sweep before he did the same to the other one too.

Buck breathed out a shaky exhale as Eddie held both of his hands in is. He always did have a thing for Eddie's hands. They were big and warm with callouses that were just right for the bit of roughness Buck liked when Eddie touched him. His long fingers could curl around Buck's wrists with ease and pin him down with a strength that thrummed in Eddie's veins that made Buck go crazy when catching just a glimpse of it.

"There's more," Buck said, his voice breathless to his own ears as he pulled his hands away. He lifted the cuff with the dangling strap left attached from the last time Buck had used them and Eddie followed the pendulum swing with those brooding, smoldering eyes like he was in a trance. "Take this..."

Buck turned around and brought his hands behind his back.

"Clip it to---" Buck didn't even get the words out before Eddie was clipping it to the D ring on the other cuff, securing Buck's hands at the small of his back. Buck's breath caught in his throat as he tugged instinctively against the tension. It didn't budge. But there was more. So much more he could do if Eddie wanted. He felt down for the tail of the strap and flicked it with his fingers. "You can tighten it."

Eddie yanked the strap hard, tightening whatever slack Buck had left until his wrists were effectively tied behind his back. The leather was turning warm and the familiar ache Buck loved climbed up into his shoulders almost immediately. His moan fell out of him before he could stop it but Eddie choked it silent as he pressed up against Buck's back, yanking on the tail like it was leash bringing Buck to heel.

His hand flattened on Buck's chest, pressing the heel of his palm to where his heart was thundering beneath his breast bone, and Eddie's breath cascaded down Buck's sensitive skin as he tucked his chin over Buck's shoulder.

"You didn't really think about this, did you?" Eddie rumbled in Buck's ear. Buck shivered as his teeth latched onto it. He rolled the lobe gently before giving a sharp tug that ripped a gasp out of Buck. His fingers trailed up Buck's chest with a featherlight touch that made Buck arch into it. His other hand settled on Buck's stomach. He rubbed into the tension and dipped his fingers south before his touch disappeared and Eddie pushed Buck face down on the mattress.

Nope. He didn't think it through at all.

That didn't mean Buck didn't love every fucking second of it.

[prettyboybuckley]

Fic prompt: how about buddie’s first big fight as a couple? And how they deal with the aftermath.

I am so sorry this took me like two and a half weeks, I asked for prompts and then promptly (hah) got overwhelmed by college work (also there might be 5k that I just kind of yeeted and then started over)

(this has barely been proofread so it might be a bit messy)

went off like sirens (2.6k)

Eddie can't help but feel like there is something wrong with him. Buck would probably be the first one to refute that, followed closely by Christopher, the team, and even Frank. He's been intensely happy for the past month, living in this little bubble of love with Buck, ever since they finally pulled their heads out of their asses and got together. It's pure domestic bliss, Buck spending more time at the Diaz house than at his own apartment, and Eddie dreads every morning he has to wake up without Buck in his bed. Basically, he's doing great, until he isn't. And that doesn't make sense, because life is going great, and there is no reason for him to feel like he's suddenly sinking into a pitch-black hole that he can't seem to climb out of. Because of that, the most logical thing to do seems to hide it. Eddie is very good at hiding. The problem there is that Buck is also very perceptive, which is ironic considering it took him years to realize Eddie was in love with him, but he knows something is up almost right away. "What's up with you?" he asks the moment Eddie drags himself into the kitchen at nine in the morning, about two and a half hours later than he usually would. There is a slight frown creasing his eyebrows, corners of his mouth turned down as he takes Eddie in. "You've been off the past few days."

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Eddie just shrugs, shuffling over to where Buck is doing the dishes from his and Christopher's breakfast so he can wrap himself around his boyfriend, his face buried in Buck's neck.

Of course, Buck is weak for Eddie clinging against him like a koala, which is exactly why Eddie went for this tactic. He quickly wipes his hands on the nearby dishtowel and then wraps his arms around Eddie, hugging him close. It seems to distract him enough from his question, or at least makes him drop the question.

He takes his face out of the warm comfort of Buck's neck so he can tilt his head up and softly press their lips together, before pulling back

When Eddie pulls out of the embrace, he gets to make himself a bowl of cereal in peace, though he feels like he can still feel Buck's eyes on him even with his back turned.

The next few days feel like he's dragging himself through them, almost counting the minutes when he isn't fully occupied with something else. It feels like he's moving through a thick, dark, cloud that makes everything feel like it's slow as syrup.

He doesn't realize the date on the calendar until another two days later, and when he does it all makes sense. Well, not fully, because he hadn't kept track of what month it was, but it seems like his subconscious remembers all too well.

One year since he got shot down by a sniper in the middle of the street. Buck probably remembered, and that's why he's been hovering like a worried little puppy.

Eddie doesn't want to worry him any more than he already has.

When Buck takes Christopher out to the zoo that weekend, Eddie begs out of it with the excuse of having to do some chores around the house. Instead, he spends most of the day in bed, curled up under the covers.

He needs to be strong, he needs to be okay. He can do that, even if it takes all the effort he can muster.

The thing is, they made some promises when they got together. Things like telling each other everything and always having each other's back - though the second thing they have been doing since they met.

Eddie is breaking his promise right now, and he feels guilty about that. But a lifetime of habit is hard to give up, so whenever Buck asks how he's doing he says 'fine' and then gets away from him as fast as he can.

It's taking a toll on them.

Hence, Buck cornering him on Monday, one day before it's officially been a year since the shooting, clearly determined not to let Eddie get away with what he's been doing.

"We need to talk," Buck says, arms crossed over his chest, and Eddie's stomach drops, the words automatically making him put up his defenses.

"What about?"

His voice sounds stilted even to his own ears, and he can feel the tension in his shoulders.

A muscle in Buck's jaw ticks for just a moment, the rest of his face unreadable.

"You know what I mean, Eds," he says with a sigh, and the mask falls, and all Eddie can see is disappointment. It makes his hackles rise because he doesn't want to disappoint Buck, he doesn't want to disappoint anyone.

When he doesn't say anything, Buck continues: "I don't get why you always think you have to do everything on your own, Eddie, don't you remember that we talked about this? I am tired of this martyrdom of yours, we're in a relationship for a reason."

It makes Eddie's hackles rise, and he thought he could deal with criticism by now, but coming from Buck it somehow hits harder. Maybe it's because of what they are, but he feels like there is also something so hypocritical about Buck's words. It's not like the guy is that good at asking for help himself.

"Takes one to know one," Eddie retorts, and that just seems to anger Buck.

"That's a low blow, Eddie, I just want to help you!"

They are standing there with their shoulders squared, hands clenched into fists, and Eddie wonders how they got here.

But he's never been good at being the first one to give up in a fight, the result of being raised by his father and having been in a relationship with Shannon. All they ever did was fight.

"I don't need your fucking help, Evan," he spits out, and Buck's face crumbles as he stumbles back like he's been physically hit, but Eddie can't stop himself. "I don't need you to try and fix me when you always refuse to let anyone fix you."

He regrets it as soon as he's said it, as soon as all the words have left his mouth. Buck nods, jaw clenched tightly, and Eddie thinks he might be holding back tears.

"Wow," Buck whispers. "Why don't you tell me how you really feel."

Eddie can feel his fingers tremble where they're clenched tight around his biceps, his heart beating a mile a minute. His tongue seems to be stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he wants to apologize, but he can't. He looks away, finding himself unable to keep seeing that expression on Buck's face.

"I think we need a little time apart, even if I don't like the idea of leaving you alone right now."

His voice is quiet, sad. Eddie's head snaps back up, and when Buck starts walking backwards to the door, Eddie wants to reach out, but he's frozen in place.

One last look, the front door opening and closing, and then he's alone.

Once again, Eddie Diaz has ruined another good thing for himself.

When Christopher comes home, he asks: "where is Buck?" and Eddie doesn't know what to say.

Maddie calls later on, because apparently Buck isn't picking up his phone and she'd assumed he'd be at Eddie's. He doesn't tell her they fought, just says Buck is at his apartment for the night. She probably can guess there's something's up if Buck's not with him, though.

He goes to bed, lies awake until deep into the night with the feeling that there is a boulder sitting on his chest. The next morning the first thing he does is call Frank for an emergency session. It's been months since he last went to therapy, quitting the moment he was allowed to.

Frank manages to find a spot for him only a few hours later, and every step into the building is harder than the last, but he makes it all the way to Frank's office, to the chair he's sat in what feels like a million times.

"So, Eddie, why did you request this session," Frank asks him, and for what is probably almost a minute Eddie just stares at him. Then everything comes spilling out.

He knows Frank must have a lot of thoughts about him right now, considering therapy before was kind of like pulling teeth. Eddie never really told Frank anything he didn't have to.

They talk about the shooting again, about how the anniversary has him feeling off-kilter and sometimes even downright depressed. Eddie has always liked the way Frank gets to the point fast, not beating around the bush about anything.

Frank doesn't really tell him anything he didn't know yet, just things he's been ignoring. It feels like failing if it's been a year and he still feels like he's crumbling at the edges. He should be okay by now.

("Were you okay a year after Afghanistan?" Frank asks him, and Eddie doesn't answer.)

Of course, eventually, they get to the topic of Buck. Frank didn't know about their relationship yet, since it's only been a month and Eddie quit therapy long before he'd even considered him and Buck might become a thing.

Eddie repeats what he said to Buck, and Frank asks him: "did you mean it?"

A rush of shame washes over him at the fact that he needs to think about his answer. It should be no.

"When I said it, I did, I think," he says, and he's frowning down at the little scab on his hand, picking on it with his nails. "Maybe not just then, but I never should have said it this harshly, you know? I should have just talked to him about it, in a- in a normal way."

He looks back up at Frank, a little nervously, chewing on his bottom lip. Frank doesn't say anything, which he usually does when he wants Eddie to figure something out for himself.

"I feel like I've ruined everything by lashing out like this," Eddie sighs, wringing his hands together.

"You won't know if you talk to him."

Eddie pulls a face because he knows Frank is right, but he can't help but counter: "I don't think he wants to talk to me right now."

And maybe he's just making excuses, but it's hard to think about anything but the look on Buck's face when he left yesterday, the way he said they'd need some time apart.

"You won't find out if you don't try."

Yeah, maybe Frank's got a point. Eddie isn't going to tell him that, though.

He fully expects having to agonize over texting or calling Buck, actually considers just showing up at his place and hoping for the best. Buck has a hard time saying no, usually, but it feels wrong to take advantage of that in this situation.

It turns out he doesn't have to worry about it all that much. When he gets to his car there is a text message waiting for him on his phone.

'I know I said we needed time away, but are you okay?' it reads.

Eddie fidgets with his phone, forearms resting on the steering wheel.

Lie and give him space. Be honest and…

He texts back: 'not really, can we talk?'

Then: 'I talked to Frank'.

Three seconds later his phone rings, Buck's name appearing on the screen. Eddie stares at it, wonders why now that he has a chance to talk to him, he feels stuck again. He manages to pick up anyway.

"Hey," he says, and his voice comes out rough.

For a moment, Buck doesn't say anything. Then: "hey."

"I-"

The words get stuck, and he lets out a frustrated noise.

"We probably shouldn't do this over the phone," Buck sighs, and Eddie's heart skips a beat inside his chest.

"I'll be right over."

He probably drives a little faster than he should, but he pointedly doesn't watch his speed too closely. All he can think about is getting to Buck's apartment as fast as he can. When he gets there he practically runs up the stairs to Buck's floor, knocking three times in rapid succession and then bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waits for the door to open.

Buck doesn't look great, but Eddie figures he doesn't look much better. He walks past Buck into the apartment when the other man moves aside to let him in.

Eddie hovers a little awkwardly by the kitchen island, watching as Buck moves over to the fancy coffee machine where he starts making two cups. They don't say anything.

The coffee is done, and Eddie takes his cup when Buck holds it out over the kitchen island. It's his favorite, the one he always uses when he's over at Buck's apartment. His heart aches.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he says, looking Buck in the eyes as he does. "For the way I said it."

"You were at least a bit right."

Eddie grimaces, shakes his head. "That's not an excuse, I know that, you know that, and I know it's not something we can just gloss over."

Buck is staring off into the distance, somewhere over Eddie's shoulder, not so much lost in thought as that he's just avoiding eye contact, however unintentional it is.

"I know I'm not good at asking for help," Buck says, voice almost a whisper. "And I just- I want to help you get better because I can't stand to watch you hurt. And I'm so scared that if I can't, that you'll- that you'll leave me."

He opens his mouth to protest, but Buck holds up his hand to silence him, shaking his head.

"I know what you're going to say, but everyone leaves me eventually, Eddie. Everyone."

"I wrote you into my will, Buck," Eddie says. "What makes you think I have any intention of leaving you?"

There are tears in Buck's eyes, jaw trembling as he averts his gaze again.

"There are no conditions to me loving you, Buck, and the way you were hovering over me made me feel trapped, like you were waiting for me to break down. I was scared you'd realize you could do better, hell, you can do better than me."

Buck sets his cup of coffee down hard enough that Eddie almost expects it to shatter. There is wetness on his cheek, a lone tear rolling down, and he knows there will surely follow more.

"I don't want to do better, Eds," Buck whispers. "I just want to be with you and Christopher, and for us to figure things out and be happy."

His hand twitches where it's resting on the countertop, and Eddie itches to reach out, take Buck's hand in his own.

"I think we've both got a long road to happy, after everything we've been through."

Buck huffs out a laugh, sounding a little desperate. "Probably."

Eddie's hand is halfway across the counter by now, mostly of its own accord. He reaches out, laces his fingers with Buck's, and holds his hand tight.

"I'm not leaving you until I'm six feet under, Evan," Eddie says, making sure to look Buck in the eyes as he says it.

The other man actually cracks a little smile at that, squeezing Eddie's hand.

"That almost sounds like a proposal, Diaz."

"Oh believe me," Eddie tells him with a slight grin. "If I propose you'll know it."

He brings their joined hands to his lips, kissing them softly.

"But first we have a lot more things to talk about and figure out, and I've got some more apologizing to do, and probably a bunch of therapy to attend."

Buck smiles. "We'll figure it out together."

Yeah, Eddie thinks, they'll figure it out together.

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[extasiswings]

I’m gonna need you to calm down because my angst loving heart is hurting at the thought of none of it coming true. Eddie feeling like Buck doesn’t care as much as he used to now that he’s with Taylor? Delicious 😙👌🏻

I’m just thinking about Buck “fearing his relationship is ending” and trying to talk to Eddie about it only to have it pointed out that maybe that wouldn’t be so bad because he doesn’t seem like he’s actually happy with her and Buck feeling defensive and doubling down in his commitment to her and pulling away from Eddie even more (which could quite possibly feel like a slap in the face to Eddie who broke up with Ana after Buck told him to despite the fact that he felt like he was taking something away from Christopher and being a bad parent by prioritizing his own happiness). And that happening immediately preceding Christopher being “emotional” at Christmas (and if pattern holds, it’s probably because of Buck) and Eddie struggling with how to fix it?

I’m js, there is PRIME potential for a knock down drag out “we’re not talking about the shit we really need to address so we’re going to pretend we’re yelling at each other about something else” fight at Christmas and honestly I need it so bad.

[mindylahiris]

Saw someone mowed down some people at a mardi gras parade. Just checking in! Hope you weren't anywhere near it.

I was right down the street! But I’m fine! Thank you, lovely! 

My thoughts are with everyone injured. Don’t drink and drive, y’all.

[extasiswings]

Okay, one, thanks for all the persuasion posts because it's one of my fav austen works and it doesn't get enough love. Two, I now NEED a buddie au(this is not me asking you to write it, I just know you might see what I see). Can't you see how perfect it could be?! Buck as Anne, and Eddie as Wentworth. I guess Ana would be Louisa. Maddie as Mary? But ya know, without all the dramatics lol Now I have the desire to make some edits/manips oh no.

I hear you, but if I may offer a counter, I feel like any Austen-inspired Buddie AU would be a mix of Sense & Sensibility and Emma. Because Eddie could manage Knightley-level pining like a champ while also giving off Edward “traps himself in a loveless engagement out of honor” Ferrars vibes. Plus, I can see Buck much more as the type to either overlook what’s right in front of him OR, in the alternative, recognize there’s something but assume it can’t ever happen than to do a full out “I have feelings for you but I’m going to reject you/break your heart due to outside pressure”. I mean, I am of the opinion that most AUs should not be a 1:1 with the inspiring source material anyway but I think I have other ships that would fit Persuasion specifically a little better.

Edited to add the excellent point by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels that “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more” is so Eddie I can’t even stand it.

[dungeonsex2026]

just stopping by to say I’ve been reading through your works on ao3 and you’re a really talented writer! you write angsty fluff so well *chef’s kiss* 🖤

ahhhh thank you so much lovely this is so sweet!! 🥹❣️

[thexorcistgifs]

Hello! I was wondering if your could share where you downloaded the episodes? I'm having trouble finding a website that has it available. Thanks!

Unfortunatelyyyyy none of my trusty mega sites have posted this series (yettttt... here's to hoping they do????) so I have to use torrents

S1

S2

Also, love your icon of Buckaroo!!♥♥

*Edit* You could also try uloz.to and download directly??