đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : therapist!rafe x sex addict!reader
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: 18+ mdni. therapist/patient relationship, unethical therapy, professional boundary violations, power imbalance, emotional dependency, obsessive thoughts, explicit sexual content, fingering, edging/orgasm denial, dirty talk, discussion of compulsive sexual behavior/sex addiction, unhealthy relationship dynamics, and emotional manipulation.
this work is entirely fictional and is not intended to romanticize or endorse therapist-patient relationships or unethical clinical conduct.
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: seventeen sessions in, you're still pretending dr. cameron is just your therapist. he's still pretending he doesn't look forward to thursday evenings. you've told him everything except the truth, that every fantasy you've had for months ends with him.
đ/đ§: a serious genius sent me this idea. i'm so so happy they did because i had a similar idea previously but didn't have the courage to pursue it due to... well. you know. which is funny because i've written much more taboo content. anyway, if you're reading this my love, thank you for the courage! this story explores quiet obsession and an intentionally unethical therapist/patient relationship. none of this is meant to reflect healthy therapy or healthy relationships. please read the warnings before continuing. âĄ
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you're fifteen minutes early. you're never early.
the waiting room is empty, which is good because you don't think you could sit here making small talk with another patient right now. the white noise machine hums from somewhere behind the reception desk, a constant static that's supposed to be soothing but just makes you more aware of every sound your body makes. your breathing. the rustle of your clothes. the tap of your shoe against the floor that you can't seem to stop.
you left your hair down even though you always tie it back for sessions because it feels too vulnerable otherwise. but today you want to feel vulnerable. you want him to notice.
you check your phone. 6:47pm. his last appointment of the day is always at seven. you know this because you've been coming here every thursday at seven for six months and you've never seen anyone leave after you.
six months.
you remember the first session. how you sat on that couch and couldn't look at him while you explained why you were there. "i have a problem with sex," you'd said, and the words felt stupid coming out of your mouth. so clinical and detached.
"tell me about it," he'd said, and his voice was so calm that you actually looked up at him. he was leaning back in his chair, one ankle crossed over his knee, pen in hand but not writing anything yet.
so you told him about the compulsion. about the way you'd fuck someone and feel nothing and then do it again the next night hoping it would be different. the way you fixated on people... strangers, mostly, and built entire fantasies around them until the reality of actually being with them shattered everything. how you were chasing something you couldn't understand or begin to grasp.
he'd listened to all of it. didn't flinch, didn't judge, didn't try to fix it right away. just asked questions. "what do you think you're looking for?" and "how do you feel in the moment, right before?" and "what happens after?"
you'd left that first session feeling raw.
the second session, you noticed his hands. the way he held the pen, the way his fingers moved when he gestured while talking. you told yourself it didn't mean anything.
by the fourth session, you were thinking about his voice at night.
by the eighth session, you realized you were dressing differently on thursdays.
and then one night, session eleven, maybe twelve, you were fucking some guy you'd met at a party and you weren't thinking about him at all. you were thinking about dr. cameron. about what his hands would feel like instead. about whether he'd be gentle or rough, whether he'd talk to you the way he does in sessions, that calm steady voice asking you questions while heâ
you'd came so hard you scared yourself. that was a rarity. you never came.
after that, it was over. every hookup became a placeholder for him. every confession in therapy became a way to see if he'd react, if you could make him break that professional mask even for a second. you started telling him more explicit details. not because you needed to for therapy, but because you wanted to see what he'd do with the information. if he'd really look at you.
you're pretty sure he does. you've caught him sometimes, when you're in the middle of a story, and there's something in his eyes that doesn't really feel like clinical interest.
or maybe you're delusional and maybe this whole thing is just another fixation.
but today feels different.
last weekend you fucked someone in a bar bathroom and the entire time you were imagining it was dr. cameron. youâd said his name so quietly, barely a whisper, but the guy heard it. asked "who's rafe?" and you'd lied, said it was your ex, but the truth sat in your chest like a bag of heavy rocks.
you can't keep doing this. you can't keep coming here every thursday and confessing everything except the one thing that actually matters.
the door to the inner office opens.
dr. cameron steps out, holding a file. he's wearing a light colored button-down with the sleeves rolled up, and you hate that you notice. the way his forearms flex, and how his long fingers grip the file. he sees you and something flickers across his face. surprise, maybe, but it's gone so fast you might have imagined it.
"hey," he says. "you're early."
"yeah." your voice sounds normal. "is that okay?"
"of course. come on in."
you follow him into the office and the familiar space feels different today, even though its all the same. the couch where you always sit with his chair angled toward it. the desk in the corner with his laptop and stacks of files. the lamp that casts everything in warm light. the door closes behind you, and you hear the lock click into place like he always does, for privacy, but today the sound makes your stomach turn.
"how was your week?" he asks, settling into his chair.
you sit on the couch, your usual spot. nothing feels normal. your skin is too tight.
"it was fine," you say. "i mean, not fine. i don't know."
he waits. he's good at that. letting silence stretch until you fill it.
"i hooked up with someone last weekend," you say, and you watch his face for a reaction, but there's nothing. just that calm, attentive expression. "met him at a bar."
"okay," he says. "tell me about it."
so you do. you tell him about meeting the guy, about how easy it was to fall into that classic patternâdrinks, flirting, the bathroom with its flickering fluorescent light and the smell of cheap soap. you tell him about fucking the guy against the sink, your jeans around your ankles, his hands on your hips, and how the entire time you were somewhere else. you were here. in this office. with dr. cameron's hands on you instead.
he's leaning forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, and he's listening the way he always does, but there's something else underneath it. the lamp casts shadows across his face and you can see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers are pressed together.
"and after?" he asks. his voice is steady but there's something underneath it now, something that wasn't there before. "how did you feel after?"
"empty," you say. the word sits between you like a stone. "like always."
"but you did it anyway."
"yeah."
"why?"
you shrug, but the gesture feels wrong, too casual for what you're about to say. "because... because i wanted to feel something? i guess? anything." the words come out uncertain, like you're testing them as you speak.
there's a pause that stretches way too long. it makes you aware of the distant sound of traffic outside muffled by the closed window, the fact that you're alone in this room with him and the door is locked. you can hear your own breathing. his too, if you listen closely enough.
and then you say it.
"i've been thinking about you," your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat. "since session six. maybe earlier. i don't know."
session six is definitely a lie. youâd been thinking about him since session two. but thereâs no way you could admit something like that. telling him at all was more than enough.
his face changes. it's subtle, just a flash of something raw crossing his features before he can stop it. he looks away, down at his hands where they're pressed together between his knees, and for a moment he's just a man sitting in a chair. not a therapist. not someone in control. just a man who's been caught.
when he looks back at you, his jaw is tight, and whatever argument he'd been having with himself is over. you can see it in his eyes.
"session six," he repeats, and his voice is quieter now, rougher around the edges. "that's... that's a long time."
"yeah."
he's quiet for another moment. you watch him process it, watch the way his chest rises and falls a little faster than it should. his fingers unclasp and he runs one hand through his hair, messing it up in a way you've never seen before.
"why didn't you tell me?" he asks.
"because i thought it would go away," you reply. the confession feels like peeling off skin. "i thought if i just... maybe if i kept coming here, kept talking about it, it would stop. but it didn't. it got worse."
he nods slowly. you can see the conflict playing out on his face, the way his mouth tightens, the way he looks at you and then away and then back again like he can't help himself.
he stands up. the movement is sudden enough that you flinch, and for a second you think he's going to ask you to leave, going to tell you this was a mistake and that you need to find another therapist. but he doesn't. he walks away from you, toward the window, and stands there with his back to you, one hand coming up to grip the back of his neck. you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way they're drawn up tight. the way they rise and fall with his breathing. the office feels smaller suddenly, the walls much closer.
he's pacing now. not frantically or anything, just a few steps back and forth in front of the window, looking at the floor like he's trying to work something out. his hand falls from his neck and he shoves both hands in his pockets, then pulls them out again. you watch him, and you realize this is it. this is the moment where he decides whether to cross the line or send you away.
he stops so abruptly it almost looks like something catches him. his hand falls away from the back of his neck again and when he turns, he doesn't say anything right away. he just looks at you, and there's something in his eyes you've never seen before. something hungry and raw and completely unprofessional.
the way he looks at you... it's not the way a therapist looks at a patient.
"stand up," he says.
you do. your legs feel shaky, unsteady, but you stand anyway. your hands are trembling at your sides.
"come here."
he sits back down in his chair, and the distance between the couch and where he's sitting is barely a few steps, but it feels way longer now. each one gives you another chance to turn around, another chance to pretend none of this happened, to walk out and find a new therapist and never come back. you don't take it.
your shoes are silent on the carpet. you're standing in front of him now, close enough that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to. close enough to see the way his pupils are dilated, the way his chest is rising and falling faster than normal. there's no trace of the careful distance he'd kept for six months. it's gone completely.
"sit," he says, patting his lap.
"dr. cameronâ"
"sit."
you do. you lower yourself onto his lap slowly, your back settling against his chest. his thighs are thick and solid and warm beneath you, the muscle firm under the fabric of his pants. you can feel his cock, already hard, pressing against your ass through the denim of your jeans. the knowledge of it sends heat flooding through you. you want to shift, to grind back against him, but you force yourself to stay still because part of you still can't even believe this is happening.
his hands settle on your thighs. warm and heavy, the weight of them grounding you.
"keep talking," he says, his voice low in your ear. you can feel his breath against your neck, warm and slightly uneven. "tell me about the compulsion."
"iâi don't know what you want me to say."
his hands slide higher, fingers tracing the inside of your thighs through your jeans. the touch is light, almost teasing. "tell me what it feels like. when you're with someone. what are you chasing?"
you can barely think. his fingers are moving in slow circles on your inner thighs and it's making it hard to form words. "i don't know... validation, maybe? proof that i'm wanted."
"and do you get it?"
"no. never."
his fingers pop the button on your jeans. the sound is loud in the quiet office, the snap of metal against fabric. you lift your hips slightly so he can pull the zipper down. the rasp of metal teeth separating sounds almost deafening in the silence.
"why not?" he murmurs, sliding his hand inside your jeans, over your underwear. you're already wet, soaked through the fabric, and you know he can feel it. his fingers press against you through the damp cotton and you gasp, your hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"because... because it's never enough," you whisper. "it's neverâfuckâ"
he presses against your clit through the fabric and your hips jerk forward again. his other hand comes up to grip your jaw, fingers splaying across your cheek and throat, holding your head back against his shoulder. the grip is firm and feels like a gentle anchor.
"keep talking," he says. "you're doing so good."
"dr. cameron, pleaseâ"
"please what?" his thumb catches the edge of your underwear, easing it aside. his fingers find you almost absently, like he's waiting for your answer more than your reaction, but you can hear the wet sound of it when he slides through your folds. "use your words."
you can't answer. your eyes are squeezing shut and it feels like you're hardly breathing. he circles your clit once, twice, and you're already shaking. the jeans are tight around your hips, constricting, and his hand is trapped inside them, the denim pressing his knuckles against you in a way that's almost uncomfortable but also perfect.
his fingers stop circling. they just rest there, warm and still against your clit. the sudden absence of movement makes you whimper, a sound you didn't mean to make.
"the guy from last weekend," he says. not a question. his breath is against your ear, warm and steady. "tell me what he did."
"heâ" your voice cracks. you can't think. his fingers are right there but not moving and it's worse than if he'd pulled away completely. the stillness is torture. "i don'tâ"
"you don't remember?" his fingers slide lower, just barely, teasing your entrance. you can feel the tip of one finger pressing against you, not pushing in, just resting there. "or you don't want to tell me?"
"no, iâhe fucked me. in theâ" you're breathing too fast. the words won't come out right. your brain can't form complete thoughts with his hand between your legs. "backseat. i wasâ"
his fingers push inside you. just the tips, just enough that you can feel the stretch, the intrusion. you gasp and lose the sentence completely, your mouth falling open.
"you were what?"
"on top," you manage. "i was on top."
he pushes deeper. not all the way, just enough that you can feel the stretch, the promise of more. his fingers are thick and you can feel every ridge, every knuckle as they slide into you. then he stops again and holds still inside you, buried to the second knuckle.
"did you cum?"
"no."
his fingers don't move and heâs silent for a moment. you can feel your pulse around them, can feel yourself clenching involuntarily, trying to pull him deeper. the stillness is maddening.
"why not?" he asks, and his voice is so calm, so steady, like he's asking about the weather while his fingers are inside you and you're falling apart in his lap.
"because iâ" you're shaking. "i neverâwith them, i can'tâ"
"can't or don't?"
"both? neither. i don't know." the words come out frustrated, desperate.
his thumb brushes your clit. once. the lightest touch. you jerk against him and he pulls it away immediately, denying you.
"but you want to," he says.
"yesâfuckâyes."
"what do you think about?" his fingers curl inside you slightly, pressing against that spot. not enough pressure. just enough to make you aware of it. "when you're with them. when they're inside you... what's in your head?"
you don't answer. you can't. your breath is coming in short gasps and his hand is still gripping your jaw, holding you in place, and you can feel the heat of him against your back, the solid weight of his chest. the hardness of his cock pressing into you through your jeans, and you wonder if he's as desperate as you are, if this is killing him too.
"answer me," he says, and his fingers push deeper, all the way now, buried inside you to the knuckle. you cry out, the sound echoing in the small office.
"i can'tâ"
"yes you can." he starts moving them. slow, methodical thrusts that make you see stars. his thumb finds your clit again and circles it once, twice. the dual sensation is overwhelming. "tell me what you think about."
"iâ" you're climbing already, way too fast. the pressure building low in your belly, spreading through your thighs. "i think aboutâ"
he stops. completely stops. his fingers buried inside you but motionless, his thumb lifting off your clit.
this broken and desperate sound falls from your mouth, something you'd never even heard before.
"say it," he says.
"you," you gasp. "i... i think aboutâfuckâi think about you."
"me." his voice is rough now, the professional veneer cracking. "you think about me while some stranger fucks you in a parking lot."
"yes."
"what am i doing?" his fingers move again, just slightly, just enough to remind you they're there. "in your head. what am I doing to you?"
"this," you whisper. "you'reâyou're doing this."
"yeah?" he pushes deeper, curling his fingers inside you. you can feel every ridge, every knuckle, the stretch of it. his thumb finds your clit and he starts moving in a rhythm that has you climbing fast. too fast. your hips start to move, grinding back against his cock, and you can feel how hard he is, can hear the way his breath catches. his other hand tightens on your jaw, fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to leave marks.
"stay still," he says.
you try. you're shaking so fucking badly, your thighs trembling. you're right there, right on the edge, the pressure building and building andâ
he stops. his fingers stay inside you but they don't move. his thumb lifts off your clit.
"noâpleaseâ"
"tell me more," he says. his voice is steady but you can hear the strain in it now. "you think about me. what do i do? in your head?"
you're gasping. you can feel tears starting to form, burning in your eyes. "i can'tâ"
"yes you can." his fingers move slightly, just a tiny curl, pressing against that spot inside you. "tell me what i do to you. in your fantasies."
"youâyou touch me like this," you say, your voice breaking. "you make meâyou don't stop. you let me cum."
"do i?" his fingers curl inside you again, harder this time, and you cry out. "what else?"
"you fuck me," you whisper. "you fuck me and youâand you tell me i'm good."
"you are doing good," he says, and his thumb presses against your clit again. you're climbing again, faster this time, the pressure building impossibly fast. "you're being so good for me right now."
"dr. caâ"
"tell me why you chase validation," he continues. meanwhile his fingers are moving inside you, pumping in and out, and you can hear the wet sound of it, obscene in the quiet office. you can feel yourself dripping, soaking his hand, soaking through your jeans. "what are you trying to prove?"
"i don'tâi can't thinkâ"
"try."
you have actual tears on your face now, hot and wet and streaming. "that i'm worth something. that someone wants me."
"and do you feel that? with the men you fuck?"
"noâneverâpleaseâ"
you're right there again. your whole body is tense and shaking and his fingers are moving faster and his thumb is circling your clit and you're so close, so fucking close, the pressure building to an unbearable peak andâ
he stops again.
you actually sob, the sound wrenching out of you.
"not yet," he says. "we're not done talking."
"please," you beg. "pleaseplease let me cum. i can'tâ"
"you can." his voice is firm. "breathe."
you try. the jeans are soaked now, the denim dark with wetness. you can smell it, the smell of sex starting to fill the office, mixing with the scent of his cologne and the faint smell of coffee from earlier.
"why do you think you fixate on people who can't give you what you need?" he asks.
"i don't know."
"yes you do."
"becauseâbecause it's safe," you gasp. "because if they can't give it to me then i can't be disappointed."
"and me?" his thumb brushes your clit, so light it's almost nothing. "am i safe?"
"no."
"why not?"
"because you could actuallyâfuckâyou could actually hurt me."
"how?"
you're crying. "because i actually want you. not justânot just the sex. you."
his fingers start moving again. slow, and you're climbing again, faster now. you grind back against his cock and he doesn't stop you this time. you can feel him hard and thick against your ass, can hear the way his breathing has changed, rougher now.
"say it again," he says.
"i want you."
"louder."
"i want you," you say, your voice breaking. "i want you so fucking bad. please- please let me cum. i'm so close. please."
he's building you up again. his thumb on your clit, his fingers inside you, and you're climbing so fast you can't breathe. his other hand is still on your jaw, holding you in place. you can feel his breath against your ear, the slight hitch in it, and you realize he's as affected as you are.
"that's itâ" he whispers quietly. "take what you need."
you're right there. right fucking there. the pressure is unbearable andâ
his fingers go still.
but this time he doesn't pull away. just... stops. his fingers stay buried inside you, his thumb resting against your clit. completely motionless. completely silent.
the silence is worse. you're right there, right on the edge, and he's not moving and he's not saying anything. you can feel your pulse in your clit, can feel yourself clenching around his fingers, your body begging for more. the stillness is psychological torture. you need it so bad you could honestly cum right then and there without him touching you anymore. your pussy is clenching around nothing, beggining for it. but god, what a waste that would be.
so you wait. five seconds. ten. fifteen. your breath coming in short gasps.
finally, he speaks.
"why do you think you're here?" he asks, and his voice is quiet. "really here. not the answer you gave me in session one. the real answer."
"i don'tâ"
"yes you do." his fingers curl slightly inside you, just enough to make you gasp, but then he goes still again. "why are you here?"
"because..." you whisper. "because i don't know how to want something without destroying it. because i'm afraid if i let myself actually have something real, i'll ruin it."
"and me?" his thumb presses against your clit, just barely. "what am i?"
"real," you say. you're crying again. "you're real. and i'm terrified."
"good," he says, and his fingers start moving again. slow at first, then faster, harder, and his thumb is circling your clit and you're climbing so fast you can't breathe. "you should be terrified. because i'm not going to let you run from this. i'm not going to let you turn me into another fantasy you can chase and never catch. this is real."
"yesâfuckâyesâ"
"knowing you go home and touch yourself and imagine it's me?" his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot, and he doesn't stop this time. his thumb is relentless, circling and pressing and you're climbing higher and higher. "knowing you're so desperate for it you'll fuck anyone just to feel something?"
"oh my... god, pleaseâ"
"you don't need them," he says. his fingers are relentless now, pumping in and out of you, the wet sounds loud and sloppy and obscene. "you need someone who knows what you need. someone who's been listening. someone who's been paying attention for six fucking months."
"iâi'mâi'm gonnaâ"
"then do it," he says. "cum on my fingers. right here in my office. show me what you look like when you finally get what you need."
and you do. you cum so hard you can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but feel. it hits you like a wave, starting deep in your core and radiating outward. your body convulses in his lap, every muscle tensing and releasing. your hips grinding back against his cock, and his fingers don't stop moving, drawing it out, prolonging it. the orgasm tears through you in waves, each one crashing over you harder than the last. you can feel yourself clenching around his fingers, rhythmic pulses that seem to go on forever. the wetness gushing out of you, soaking his hand, soaking your jeans, probably soaking through to his pants.
you're aware of everything and nothingâthe way your thighs are shaking uncontrollably, the way your breath is coming in broken gasps, the way you can hear yourself making sounds you've never made before, desperate and raw. his fingers keep moving, keep curling, keep hitting that spot inside you, and just when you think it's over another wave hits and you're crying out again, your back arching, your head thrown back against his shoulder. it goes on and on, longer than ever before, until you're begging him to stop, until it's too much, until you can't take anymore.
when you finally come down, you're crying. actual tears streaming down your face, your breath coming in gasps. he pulls his fingers out slowly and you whimper at the loss, at the sudden emptiness. your jeans are soaked, the denim dark and wet, clinging to your thighs.
"shh," he says, wrapping his arms around you. "you're okay. you did so good."
you're trembling. you can still feel his cock hard against your ass and you want to turn around, want to touch him, want to make him feel what you just felt, but you can't move. your body won't cooperate.
"that's what you needed," he says quietly. "someone who knows you. someone who listens."
you nod, still trying to catch your breath.
"next session," he says, and his voice is back to that calm, professional tone, like he didn't just make you come apart in his lap, "we're going to talk about why you keep choosing people who can't give you what you need. i think we made some progress today on identifying the root of the compulsion."
you almost laugh. the absurdity of it.
"okay," you whisper.
"good," he says. "now go clean yourself up. there's a bathroom down the hall."
you stand on shaky legs. your jeans are dark with wetness and you have to button them with trembling fingers. when you look back at him, he's watching you, his fingers in his mouth, tasting you. the sight of it sends another jolt of heat through you.
"same time next week?" he asks.
"yeah," you say. "same time."
you walk out of his office on legs that barely work. in the bathroom, you look at yourself in the mirror. your face is flushed, your eyes red and glassy, your lips swollen. there's a mark on your neck from where his hand gripped your jaw, dark and obvious. you reach up to touch it. the skin is tender, slightly raised. you stare at it for a long moment, and then you notice something else in the mirror's reflection: your therapy appointment card, sticking out of your back pocket. the next date is already written on it in his handwriting. thursday. same time. you pull it out and look at it.
he wrote it before today's session.
you tuck the card back into your pocket. look at yourself in the mirror one more time. the mark on your neck. your flushed face.
9-1-1 head canon: Buck meeting your extended family for the first time at the family annual 4th of July party.
I got carried away.. it's pretty long idk how many words but definitely more than 6kđ sorry but i personally would love to read a long headcannon than a short one. This one has a plot with sub plots and conversations. I should've put it in chapters but it's too late now.
Pairing: Evan 'Buck' Buckley(35) x younger fem reader.(25yrs)
Warnings: smut!! Dom!buck x sub/brat!reader, pussy eating, p in v, raw (pls wrap before u tap) Alcohol, cursing. Idk if there's more sorry. Reader is a gardener (both waysđđŞ´) fighting kinda
You asked buck a week ago if he could get Fourth of July off because there's a family party that you always go to. showing up without the boyfriend you finally got? not happening so you asked and he got permission to have the day off somehow.
You walked up to his door, put in your key, turning it and opening the door. As soon as you stepped in you were hit with the delicious smell of cookies. There were cookies stacked on the kitchen counter and loaves of banana bread scattered everywhere. The evidence of baking was very apparent all over the floor and counters.
"Y/n?" Buck called out as he ran down the stairs after hearing the front door click closed. "Yeah I'm in the kitchen!" You hollered back. You can hear his footsteps, running down the stairs as he kind of slipped but recovered. You feel his presence behind you and you spin around, met with his dopey grin.
"Buck! all of this looks amazing!" you say with awe gesturing to the counter. "What did u make?" You ask. He closes the gap between the two of you and kisses you Hello then he hugs you and spins you around still hugging you.
Buck points to the cookies. "Well over here we have chocolate chip cookies, then brownies and your mom said that your grandma and some of your aunts like snickerdoodle cookies so I made a batch of those and then I made 10 loaves of banana bread"ďżź
"you made 10 loaves of banana bread?" you ask stunned.
"seven for the party and then three for you your mom and your sister."ďżź
"You really are the best" you gush.
"Yeah, I know" he buffs out his chest making you giggle.
You separate from the hug only to look down at his watch that shows you're 20 minutes late from 2:30. what's 10 minutes more? Buck notices that you're staring at his watch too, but he also notices that you were not making any type of move to get to the party faster, and how your just staring at his body biting your lip. "Holy shit" your eyes snap up and out of your daze to meet bucks shit eating grin. "What?" "You are horny" Buck states. "whatttt? noooo" "That was very convincing." You start kissing up his neck. "ugh you just look so good and you made all this food and you look so fucking good." "10 minutes." he folds, grabbing your hips. "10 inches..please." you make doe eyes at him. "you're gonna ruin me right here before we even get to fucking." "I know." Teasing Buck always had repercussions.
"Alright" with no warning he spins you, face down on the kitchen counter. He pushes your shorts and underwear down to your ankles and spreads your cheeks. Now kneeling under your pussy, eating you out from behind no warning, no fingering, no hesitation just slurping and fucking your hole with his tongue, your whines are growing louder and he's going faster and starts rubbing your clit. Your trying to keep your moans contained the best you can but buck is not letting up on his attack on your pussy. If anything he wants you screaming, but then you think about his poor old neighbors that have knocked on the door just last week telling us to keep it down so you move to cover your mouth earning you a very HARD slap on your ass. "Don't fucking cover your mouth, fuck the neighbors, I wanna hear you scream." He moans. You uncover your mouth but apparently you're still too silent for buck earning another hard slap "owie, fuck buck" you whimper out. "was that so hard?" Bucks condescending tone just makes you wetter. And he loves it. Your letting out longer and deeper moans and whines, seriously how long was buck gonna eat you out for? You start pushing back and grinding on his face. He pulls back, you whine at the loss of contact. He grabs a fist full of your hair making your back arch and you push back on him. "Ooh you're being such a needy girl." He moves to take off his belt with his other hand. He pushes his shorts down and aside. Buck stands behind you now cock in hand, pressing against your clit "Hmm" you whine out. "Damn babe, you're soaked, all this from just me eating you out? Fuck." You immediately tense up thinking everything 'is he upset by this?' 'is he done?' 'Is it too wet?'.
He quickly noticed and pulls your hair harder. "And I fucking love it." He adds. You push back on his dick. He moans. "Alright alright needy" he starts pushing into you're a vagina, bent over the kitchen counter, the splitting apart pain was there for a second but quickly replaced with amazing pleasure. He kept a steady tempo, but it was quickly replaced with a rabid pace. He would look into your eyes lovingly and fuck slowly, but then he would look at where you guys connect and start fucking into you harder, bucks hips were slamming against yours, his balls were slapping against your ass. He just kept bottoming out. You were a moaning mess by now, crying, but happy tears.
You are very, very close. Buck notices and starts doing tight circles on your clit. Building, building, building, gone. You came with white hot pleasure and a squirt all over the floor and both your legs. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum, fuck y- your squeezing m-me" Bucks hips stutter and you feel ropes of cum paint the inside of your stomach. When he pulls out watching his cum flow out of you, he catches it with his hand and stuffs it back in, Keeping a finger in there to plug your vagina. "W-what are u doing?.." you say slurred.
"Just keeping it all inside." "Why" "to get you pregnant" shock over came you but then you remembered "I'm on the pill.." "Doesn't mean a guy can't try." He says kissing your forehead. You clench around him.
He takes hand, your finger and switches it out with his finger blocking your hole. "here, don't move." He says running off. "Yes sir" He freezes, turns and smirks before running upstairs.
He comes back with a damp towel and held it under your vagina to catch his mess "Take your finger out" you do and the cum flows out, you clench to push it along. He quickly cleans you up with the towel and a little bit with his mouth. "Ugh fuck" he moans as he licks your pussy. long, slow, flat licks. You're very close to cumming again but you remember the party!!
"Nope! nope, we're gonna be more late. Everyone's definitely there now except us!" You really don't try to push him off because 1. He's doing amazing. And 2 it feels really good.
He does one final lick and stands up "Alright fine, ugh so responsible" he says kissing your forehead. He picks his shorts up and grabs your bottoms from the floor, giving them to you. You quickly put them on. Buck starts packing up all the cookies and brownies and the 7 loaves of banana bread. "Ready to go?" "Yep" you both make your way through the door and into the hallway, you're holding the banana bread bag and Buck is holding the rest. His veins are popping out from the weight. He puts down a bag to lock the door. "Like the show?" He says not even looking, just knowing. "Yes but we don't have time for a round 2." You laugh while running to the elevator. Bucks laugh echos in the hallway.
The care ride is chaotic, like always. Windows down music blaring and the both of you singing at the top of your lungs. "ILL BELIEVE IN ANYTHING IF SAY YOULL BELIEVE IN ANYYY THINGGG" "ILL TAKE YOU WHERE NOO BODY KNOWS YOUU AND NO BODY GIVES A DAMNNN" "I COULD TAKE ANOTHER HIT FOR YOU" "AND I COULD TAKE AWAY THE SALT FROM YOUR EYES" "I CAN GIVE YOU MY APOLOGIES BY HANDING OVER ALL THE OLIVE TREES AND I CAN TAKE AWAY YOUR SHAKEY KNEES" "GIVE ME YOUR EYES I NEED THE SUNSHINE YOUR BLOOD YOUR BONES YOUR VOICE AND YOURRR GHOSSSTT" (I'll believe in anything - wolf parade) after belting out your favorite song, buck turned onto your aunts street. "Look for the all green house" you say. Buck looks until he sees it.
"Holy shit" "yup" you say proud. "What? did u do this?" "Yup, planned out the whole thing" The whole front yard is covered in greenand natural beauty, a pond with a waterfall and forest of small shrubs and flowers. You always wanted a frog and bee oasis so you built one. As buck parked and got out of the car, he opened the back door and grabbing both bags. "I can carry one" you suggest. But fully enjoying the show.
"No way am I walking in there with you holding a bag sweetheart." He moves closer to kiss your forehead "plus I know I look good when I carry things" "Ugh you jerk" you coo embarrassed but he's your boyfriend of 6 months so it's quickly replaced with want. You bite your lip staring at him. "Baby we gotta go to the party, not fuck in the back of my truck, if you really really need it I guess we can" "UGH fine." you turn on your heel heading into the party.
You head up the driveway, a route you do every 4th of July, walking up to the gate, hearing the music and people talking you take a deep breath and walk in. Almost immediately your younger twin cousins, Jaxson and Levi, come running up to you slamming into your knees, hugging you tight.
"AUNTIE Y/N YAY YOUR HERE!!" Jaxson screams. Levi does grabby hands to be picked up and ofc you do. Levi looks up behind you a little startled "there's a guy behind you.." He whispers into your ear. You smile and turn your head to look at Buck. "Yeah that's Buck, he's my boyfriend." You whisper back. Not quietly enough, "YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!!" Jaxson squeals in astonishment. Everyone's head turns to look at you and Buck. He's just standing there, smiling, he tries to wave but the bags limit his movement. "And he made desert!" You brag at Levi, his eyes light up immediately. "DESERT? What kind?!" Buck speaks for the first time. "Cookies and brownies and banana bread." He says proud. Levi's mouth is dropped and is drooling on your shoulder. You laugh, wipe it away and set him down telling them both to go play and that you'll get a slice for them in a second.
"Y/N!!" Your aunt Jenna squeals with her arms wide open. You reciprocate, running to her and hugging her tight. "The garden looks amazing!" You compliment. "Only because you made it! Ugh I've missed you soo much!!" She looks behind you, at Buck. "oh and who is this?" Buck sets down both bags on a table, sticking out his hand "Hi, I'm Buck" she takes his hand shaking it. Eyeing him up and down and smirking at you. Thankfully your uncle interrupts, "hey son, holy shit, you're massive." Buck puts his hand out again your uncle grabs it kinda hard and shakes his whole arm. "I made desert, uhh just some cookies, brownies and banana bread." Your uncle looks like he just got shot. "Made?" Buck shrugs "Yeah, it only took a couple of hours." You giggle. "He loves to bake so he wanted to bring something but he couldn't decide, and once he starts baking you cannot tear him from the kitchen." You beam looking at Buck with love. He blushes but quickly looks at your uncle. Buck gestures to the bags on the table. "All of the cookies and brownies are nut free, I brought one gluten free loaf for your mom and sister and whoever else, and the six others are plain banana bread"
"Y/N you've just been promoted to the best cousin." Your uncle says lowly. "You laugh heartily. "Uncle Richard!...but thank you" you smile. Buck smiles at you "Glad I could help." He murmurs in your ear, Jenna chimes in. "Well now you'll be expected to bake at least one thing every fourth" Buck puffs out his chest, proud. "Absolutely, i promise." Your uncle Richard goes to grab the bags to take them inside. "Wait I wanna taste some of the banana bread..." Your aunt insists. You laugh looking at Buck. "Go put it all inside but come back with a loaf please." "Of course." He replys. Your uncle takes one bag and Buck takes the other. They disappear into the house.
"Ok where the fuck did you find him?" your aunt states. "Okay blunt, actually we found each other, he was on a run and I was walking he turned the corner and we hit into each other, I fell down, he was like a brick wall. The wind definitely got knocked outta me. He felt so bad and offered me a new coffee because I was then wearing mine. He made me put his number in my phone for the dry cleaning bill 'and hopefully a coffee date', he was sooo cute I couldn't say no. When we finally had the date, we talked for 5 hours, about his job, his trials, my trials, my job. He said he loved how much I knew about plants. When I told him about the shampoo plant, he was shocked, and sad about my fail in growing one. He listened and loved every second of it and i listened and loved it too so after 2 more dates like that he asked me to be his girlfriend, he is so sweet. I definitely hit the jackpot" you love telling the story of how you met. "no trouble in paradise?" Your aunt pushes. "Well of course there's stuff we disagree on like walnuts he loves them, I cannot stand them. Until he made his banana bread with extremely crushed up walnuts, delicious. When we have more important talks we talk it out, I'm very glad he doesn't give the silent treatment, he hates the silent treatment too. Sometimes we need to walk away but we always fix it fast, we don't want to be angry at each other" you explain quickly. Just as you finish Buck pops out the door with the loaf, a knife, and some paper plates.
"Ready?" He holds everything up looking at you. You make your way to the appetizer table and set everything down, you unstack the plates, he unwraps the banana bread and starts cutting it. It smells sooooo good! Buck finishes cutting it and puts it all on one plate. "JAXSON, LEVI, BREAD!!" You sing out. The sound of running gets louder. 2 minutes later you feel a tug at your side, Levi and Jaxson with a plate smiling up at you. Buck serves them both, they say thank you while running away back to playing. "They're cute" he says. "Yeah they are.." You look down. "What?" "It's ju-" "baby fever?" "How-" "me too" you just smile at him. "We would make good parents." He blushes "yeah, yeah we would" he gives you a quick peck. You put your hands on his chest just staring into eachothers eyes. "As much as I would love to go fuck in your truck you have to meet the rest of my family" you say with a smile. Buck is always shocked by your bluntness but recovered quick when you walked ahead "bring the bread, buck" you called out and he did quickly, handing you the plates and holding the plate of bread. You start with the older generation all sitting in a circle. Your lesbian aunts, Lori and Lois. your nana and grandpa, Michelle and Patrick, your nana takes two slices "oh my god it's better than mine." She gasps. Everyone laughs. "Careful buck, Shelly is the resident baker" Lois warns. Buck puts his hands up in defense. "Secret recipe sorry."he locks his lips and throws away the key. After talking with everyone and your nana pushing trying to get that secret ingredient and buck not budging.
You move onto your older cousins next. Cammie(23), drew(38), Charlie(40), Lana(35), Kirsten(20), and your older sister June(24). They are all drinking some kind of alcohol while their kids run wild.
"hi guys! we have banana bread" you say as you approach. Buck holds out the plate. They all grab a slice. "Nice to meet you man, I'm drew" Drew puts out his hand, buck greatfully accepted. "It's really nice to meet you all" Buck states. They all nod and make small talk until Charlie asks what Buck does for work. "I'm actually a fire fighter." Buck says. "A fire fighter?" Cammie questioned. "Like the paramedic?" "No, I'm one of the few that go into the burning buildings and use the jaws and saws" buck clarifies. Everyone is stunned, Even the guys. drew is the first to speak "well wow, uh thank you for your service first of all and sorry for them being stunned." "No problem, and it's fine every Time I say 'I'm a fire fighter' Everyones always stunned, comes with the territory."
"Well your definitely built like one" June mumbles. Eying him up and down. Your own sister hitting on your boyfriend. Buck looks away to you staring into her soul, your sister follows his eyes "yep oops sorry" she says to you. Granted you've never brought a guy home only girls, mostly fem so with your sister being straight, she's never flirted like that. But ofc buck is easy on the eyes, he's fucking gorgeous. But still what the fuck? She obviously feels the eyes of all the cousins and just grabs her drink and walks away. "What the fuck?" You whisper. "Agreed" says Charlie. Buck grabs your shoulder. "Fuck that, let's have fun?" Buck suggests. You take a deep breath and shake it off. "Yep yeah you stay here and mingle, I gotta go do something." You immediately make a beeline to June who's frozen in fear, you grab her hand and pull her to the front yard.
Once you get to the front yard you turn and face her. "What the fuck was that?" "I'm sorry" "why flirt with him?" "Because he's pretty, I'm so sorry it slipped out" "yeah and your eyes completely undressed him." "shit. Y/N I'm genuinely so fucking sorry." She's finally gripping that she royally fucked up. "ugh fuck I totally made him uncomfortable and all the cousins" "yep" "shit" "yes" you make your way to a little bench near the pond. She sits next to you and grabs your hands. "Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry I really fucked that up and I will say sorry to Buck too" You smile. "I rly wanna hit you but I don't want to start a huge fight, that I would 100% win, in front of Buck and the whole family that's more of a 2 year checkpoint" "yep ok" "i bet Buck followed us out and listened just in case we fought." "He probably did, he's a good guy I'm glad your happy" she never said it but she always hated your girlfriends and never tried to bond or even talk to them (lwk homophobic) "yes thank you June." You state monotone. She takes it bc this conversation could've gone very different.
You both make your way back into the party earning quick looks from everyone and buck looking very unsure. You leave your sister and walk to Buck to see what's wrong. But he beats you to it "all good?" "Yes" "ok good" you see him physically relax. "Oh Bucky, you gotta relax, we just talked." You say as you massaged his shoulder. He visibly loosened up and gave you a quick peck. You guided him over to the long beach chairs in the corner. You both lay down and look up at the trees leaves that have shaded most of the backyard. "This is nice."he states. "Yes it is" you both sit there for a while in silence just looking at the leaves, and buck occasionally doing a quick look around to make sure everything else was ok too.
After 15 minutes of peace you feel a tap on your shoulder. Looking down you see Levi. "Hi bud." "Hi.." "whats up?" "Can I sit with you?.." he asks shyly "Of course you can!" You exclaimed. He quickly jumped in your lap, laid his head back and looked up at the leaves too. You wrapped your hands around him and rested your elbows on the arm rests. Bucks heart skips 2 beats. He watches as you place a kiss on Levi's head and continue to look up at the leaves. Buck smiles and just watches you. He also sees all the aunts taking photos of the two of you. They probably zoomed in on you two rather than him but he smiles anyways.
20minutes go by and Levi starts asking questions about plants like "what's this tree called" "It's a oak tree." You reply. He starts pointing to your aunt's vegetable garden in the other corner. "What's that?" "Corn" "That?" "Kale" "That?" "Cauliflower" he starts rapid firing just pointing to things "Zina flower" "tomato plant" "rhubarb" "tulips" some thing catches your eye "FROG!" Levi jumps up and runs to get the cups, just like we've rehearsed. He immediately returns with 2 solo cups, handing them to you. You turn to Buck who is deeply confused.
"Watch and learn, fire fighter" you wink and run after the frog. Jaxson has now made his way over from making mud pies. "YOU FOUND A FROG??" "Yeah she did" Buck looks down and sees him absolutely covered in mud "oh my god, what have you been doing dude?" Jaxson shrugs like it's 100% normal to be covered head to toe in mud "mud pies, I found the hose they hid." Buck laughs hard. "Ohhh you need a new shirt so badly." His shirt has holes torn in it from god knows what and the 'Mud' reeks and it's sticking to his skin through the shirt. "Alrighty hold on a minute." He leaves you,Jaxson and Levi And runs to his car. Coming back with a pack of wipes, and a clean 118 shirt. He immediately starts wiping off Jaxson's hands, arms and legs. After using about 25 wipes, front and back. Jaxson was finally sorta clean. The hunt for the frog wasn't given up on, you finally cornered it between the cups and it jumped in. Standing up, you give the other cup to Levi. you put the toad in one of those old critter adventure boxes. And handed it too Levi, who puts it on the lounge chair. He sits there with it just observing it.
You move to take the shirt from Buck giving it to Jaxson, "go inside in the bathroom take that shirt off and bring it back out but put that one on." "Yes ma'am." Jaxson runs inside to change quickly.
While Jaxson is getting changed Levi calls you over to look at the toad, he's so happy to have found one and happy you got it. He's quietly stimming, shaking his hands at his side. Buck notices and moves in closer to look at it too. Now they're eye level with the toad, talking to it trying to bribe it to see it hop. After looking at the toad for 15 mins Levi is bored. "Ok ready to release it?" You question. "YES" Levi cheers back. "WAIT!!" Jaxson comes barreling over in bucks 118 shirt that's down to his knees. "OOOO ITS SO PRETTY!!" Jaxson puts his face right against the box, looking at the frog, definitely freaking it out. After looking at it for 5 minutes he says "OK NOW YOU CAN RELEASE IT" He confirms. "Buck do u wanna do it?" Levi asks looking up at Buck. "I'd be honored" Buck says with a smile on his face, lifting the box and opening the sliding flap. He puts the box on the ground and the frog immediately hops out, running back to his hole in the haystack where you originally found him. Levi and Jaxson watched with amazement as it squished its body down the hole. "Hah he's so fat!" Jaxson exclaimed. Buck let out a big belly laugh "he's been eating GOOD." "Hopefully he gets the mosquitos" you add "YUCK!" Levi laughs with a disgusted face.
"FOOD IS SERVED!!" Your uncles voice echos in the backyard, soon enough there's a line to the food. "You animals!" your uncle jokes. "Hey! Buck! Get over here and help me with the trays!" You uncle motions for him to get his ass over to the grill. Bucks head snaps back to you for a quick kiss and he runs over. Your uncle carries the second hot dog tray and Buck caries the coleslaw and macaroni salad. They maneuver through the crowd and set down the food. Your sister, June, taps bucks shoulder. She pulls him aside, away from listening ears. You watch the whole thing obviously. She drops her hand from his arm. "Listen I just wanna say I'm sorry for hitting on you. You're the first bf she's ever brought home and I lost my head. Truly it will never happen again." She finishes with an embarrassed smile. Buck sighs and smiles. "It's ok, all good, glad you guys worked it out." He turns back to you and you snap your gaze back to Levi and Jaxson acting like you weren't listening to that entire conversation.
Buck walks back over after making sure your uncle didn't need any more help. "Your sister apologized for being weird" he reported back. "Good" you say ruffling Levi's hair. "Ready for food?" You question both of them. "YES" they both answer. "Alright Last one there's a rotten egg!!" Jaxson and Levi run faster passing you but so does Buck. "HAHA YOUR THE ROTTEN EGG!" He yells while running past you. You gasp dramatically. "EVAN BUCKLEY! You jerk!" Walking faster after him, not even close to catching up. The whole family turning thier heads laughing at your antics. Jaxson is full of giggles and Levi is running back to you. "We can be rotten eggs together." He says sweetly. " AWWW LEVI! YOU ARE THE CUTEST!" You gush while picking him up, resting him on your hip still walking over to Buck. Who's wide eyed taking in the picture of you with a 5 year old on your hip. He's quickly intrupted by Jaxson "CHEESE BURGER YESS!" He's grabbing a plate and holding it up to Buck. Buck quickly grabs a cheeseburger and puts it on Jaxson's plate. "YAY! Ketchup too pleaseee" buck grabs the ketchup. "On the burger or the side?" He questioned. "Side please!" Buck squirts a decent amount on the plate. "THANK YOU BUCK!" Jaxson runs off before Buck can say anything. Buck just smiles and puts a cheeseburger on his own plate and ketchup to the side, Levi grabs a plate, he has a more sophisticated palette, you add sausage and peppers to Levi's plate and coleslaw. "Thank you auntie Y/N!" He says sweetly. "Of course sweetheart, anything else?" "No" "alright go find a seat, I'll be there in a second." "Ok!" Levi runs off to sit next to his brother at the kid table. You grab your own plate adding sausage and peppers and a hot dog and put a ketchup line down the center. Buck waiting at the end of the line for you before you both walked over to the kid table buck pulled over two seats for you two, one handedđ, you thanked him and started eating, Jaxson and Levi's were destroying the plate in front of them, chowing down. You relax while eating but Bucks eyes are glued to Jaxson and Levi making sure they don't choke. "Easy guys, the food isn't going anywhere, I don't want you to choke or have a tummy ache." You warn. They immediately slow down, taking smaller bites and completely chewing their food before swallowing. "Thank you" you state, getting hums in response. Buck finally relaxes and takes a bite.
"Your uncle is a great cook." You put a little sausage and pepper on your fork and hold it in front of his face "try" he does and as soon and his mouth closes around your fork his eyes go wide. You hum knowing. You take your fork back taking a bite too. "Damn that's good...be right back"he says getting up walking back to the food getting a scoop of sausage and peppers. When he comes back the boys are done with their plates, waiting for you to finish. "You guys go ahead and play, me and Buck are gonna sit for a little longer. Okay?" "Ughhh fine" Jaxson disappears. Levi follows after Jaxson barely keeping up. Buck returns sitting down with a content sigh. You start on your hot dog as Buck dives into the peppers. "Damn this is good! Who made it?" He questions you. "My grandpa" you point him out. Buck gets up and heads over. He waits until your grandma stops talking to notice Buck standing there. "Hey! It's the baker!" She announces. Your grandpa looks up and smiles at him "I can not wait to try the other desserts you brought,man." He compliments. Buck looks genuinely thankful. "Thank you, I was actually coming to say that your sausage and peppers? Amazing. They're delicious" Buck claimed. Your grandpa looks at you smiling then back at Buck. "Thank you son! Hey with that gratitude I might share the secret." "WHAT?" Your cousin, Cammie, overhears. "I've been trying to get your recipe for years!!" Buck and your grandpa raise their hands in defense. Cammie walks away with fake anger. They continue to talk about the cook time and how Buck bakes. Cammie walks up to you. "Girl, how?" "He is a charmer" you reply simply. Now finished with your hotdog, folding your plate in half. You get up and walk over to Buck putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Alright enough grandpa don't boost his ego more than it already is." Gesturing to Buck smiling ear to ear at the praise. "Hey, fire fighters stick together." Your grandpa jests. "You were a fire fighter?!" Buck exclaimed looking at him. "Patrick Parrish, station 120, 30 years service." Your grandpa states with a nod. "Wow, uh Evan Buckley, station 118, 12 years so far" Buck copies. "Aww they're bonding" Lois jokes. Everyone laughs. Patrick puts a hand up. "Wait! 118? Bobby Nash is your captian?" "Yes? You know him?" "Know him? We were probies together!" "Really?! Probies? With Bobby?" Buck looks like he hit the jackpot. "Yes and I'm not tell you any embarrassing moments" he says raising a finger to bucks face. "Ahh damn it." He groans. You laugh. "Come on tell us at least one." ".....Ok Fine But This Does Not Leave This Conversation, CapiscĂŹ?" "Yes sir" Buck says quickly, you nod. Your grandpa starts the story. "when we were probies, Bobby came in for day shift early, not knowing the second firetruck was another stations, they parked it there the other night because they got a new one but still had to offload and clear out the old one before tossing it. I guess he didn't look at the number clearly saying 124, it was disgusting, they did not clean it daily. Bobby was 2 hours early. He cleaned that entire thing. Thought he was saving everyone from doing it when they got in and would get praised for it, instead everyone was extremely confused. They called the other firehouse to see it it was them, it wasn't so they were confused too, it wasn't until Bobby finally admitted to cleaning the dead truck everyone called him trash cleaner for the shift." Your grandpa finishes.
Buck looked like he turned his listening ears on the entire time. "Oh my god that's hilarious" he pats your grandpa on the shoulder and says he won't tell a soul. Your grandpa smiles and goes back to eating his food. You take that as you cue to leave.
Buck looks over at you. "Why didn't tell me he was a fire fighter?" You sigh. "Well I don't really know about his time serving because he never talks about it. He got traumatized by 9/11. He was on clean up duty, having to pick out dead people, or just finding limbs. He definitely holds a heavy heart with his time so I try not to pry." You explain. "I understand." Buck relates. "Yeah i know." You go on your tip toes to kiss his cheek. He smiles and looks down at you, grabbing your hand to hold. Another forehead kiss. Even though you're really sweaty, Buck does not care.
You have a little moment until buck pulls away. Confused, you open your eyes to Jaxson climbing him, literally climbing, he's at his elbow by now and Buck lifts him up to his shoulders holding his feet. Jaxson grabs onto bucks head and covers his eyes laughing. "GUESS WHOOO?!" Buck laughs but gets serious and answers. "Levi?" "NOOO SILLY ITS MEE JAXSON!" "Ohhh sorry I couldn't see ya" Buck jokes. Jaxson takes his hand off and dangles his face in front of Buck. He giggles and pops back up holding bucks hair now. Sadly for him his parents finally noticed his antics and ran over to. Pull him off. "Oh my god I'm so sorry buck, Jaxson we don't climb on people, only your dad." Cammie scolds. Buck lifts him off and sets him down. "Sorry, he did climb me but I let him up on my shoulders." Buck clarifies taking full responsibility. He gets down on one knee eye level with Jaxson. "Sorry little man momma says no and you always gotta listen to your mom." He ruffles sad Jaxson's hair and pops up to meet Cammie's eyes. "Sorry" he apologizes. "No worries, they're toddlers, in one ear out the other." She smiles taking Jaxson to sit with her for a while. Buck turns to you. "Oops?" " no it's fine, she's just embarrassed she can't control him like she does her husband. Levi's her perfect angel and Jaxson has adhd, she just doesn't know how to deal with him" you whisper to him "I get it" he sighs. "Yeah i know you do" you smile tiptoeing to place a quick peck on his cheek. You have a small moment. Until your aunt taps bucks shoulder.
"We're about to put the desert out! So come on and show the people whatcha made!" She pulls buck along before he can utter a okay. You follow watching him being dragged and him looking back at you slightly panicked at the public speaking part. You just wink at him stopping yourself at the desert table while she guides him inside. When they come out buck has 2 platters of cookies and brownies and your aunt has the banana bread. Your aunt sets everything down taking the platters from buck too. "Desert!" She calls out. Within minutes everyone is gathering over but she slapping people hands way. "Wait for buck to explain, you greedy animals" they all look at Buck who's extremely red in the face. "Uhh well here is chocolate chip cookies and snickerdoodle and here's the brownies and then the banana bread." He turns to your mom and sister. "I made a gluten free banana bread too." "It's all nut free. Uhh enjoy." He says. Everyone starts grabbing the treats. Jaxson and Levi each grab 2 chocolate chip cookies, stuffing them in their faces, looking at you and Buck with a finger to their lips. You and Buck both wink back. They run off.
"Oh my god this banana bread is sooo good!" Your mom exclaims. "Literally how?! I've been trying to make a gluten free banana bread for years" she elaborates. Buck leans down and whispers in her ear. "extra cup of cinnamon in the dough" her eyes go wide. "Really??" "Yup makes a huge difference." "Thank you buck, this is really so much food everyone will be taking leftovers." "That was the plan, plus I love baking so why not share it with my girlfriend's family." "NONSENSE!" Your grandma pops up. "You're in the family now. I need a sword!" Jaxson runs over with a foam piret sword. "Thank you squire!" "On your knees!" Buck starts getting on one knee because your grandmother is literally knighting him. " I, Shelly, Hearby declare buck to be family!" She says while touching his shoulders and his head.
You just watch in shock bc wtf is going on. Then you look over at your grandmas chair. Underneath is cluttered in beer bottles and white claws. At lest 10 of them on the floor. Your grandma is blasted. Great. Buck is going along with it though, smiling ear to ear. "AND DONE!" Your grandma drops the sword and sits back down, Buck stands up, spinning back to you.
"Have fun?" You question sarcastically. "Your grandma rocks." "My grandma is drunk" pointing to the empty cans. Buck starts counting. "Holy shit 12?" "She's punk rock" "I'm so punk rock." "Baby you haven't drank anything the whole time we've been here." "We've been playing with kids!" "True, yes but I know my uncles would love to play beer pong with you tonight." Bucks face lights up. "Beer pong?!" "Yes?" "I love beer pong oh my god I'm so good at it." "Don't get your hopes up, Drew is the best in the family and wiped the floor with me last year. Ohh I was SO drunk." "Really?" "Yeah we had to leave my car here and my mom had to drive me home." "Oh really?" "Really." You finish embarrassed. "Well you can be the designated driver if I get too drunk but I think I can beat him."
"Beat who?" You both jump. Levi snook up to you guys. "Drew, at the... cornhole" "YOU WANNA PLAY?" Jaxson screams, from the desert table, leaving his plate running over to you. "YOU WANNA PLAY CORN HOLE??" "Yeah! Let's go!" Buck immediately matches his energy and runs with him to the cornhole setup. You go to walk with them but feel another tap on the shoulder. It's Drew, You look up to meet Drew's eyes.
"Hi" you smile. "don't give him false hope." "He might just beat you..." Drew looks at you like you shot him. "Traitor." "Nope, you just need to be knocked down a bit" "woowwww" "it's the truth!" Your uncle picks you up, putting you over his shoulder. "ACKK! DREW!" "Take it back!" "NEVER!" "BUCK!" "Nope! even he can't save you." "He always does!" Right as you say it, buck comes up to you guys. "Put her down." He says very clearly definitely not fucking around. Drew's spine straightens you can feel it. You're immediately being put down. "See told you buck always 'saves' me." You give him a quick peck and run over to Jaxson and Levi waiting impatiently. You start setting up the teams. "I wanna be with Buck! You and Levi team up!" "Okay" you confirm dragging Levi to the other hole. You look back to Buck, who's now talking with Drew. Uh oh.
"Don't pick her up." Buck states plainly.
"Dude im her uncle I've known her since she couldn't speak. I think I have some leeway." Drew pushes past him. Buck follows up.
"Fine but I'll keep saving her, next time won't be so friendly. Fire fighter remember?" Buck gives him a death stare.
"Ohhh big man being a fire fighter, In a real fight you'd be on the floor." Drew digs a deeper grave. Thankfully you run over before anything escalates.
"Hey boys! Alright drop the testosterone by like 70%. There will be no fighting, drew." You state calmly.
"Never love just setting boundaries. She's not a kid anymore. Do that with Jaxson and Levi." Buck says lowly.
"Ok yay! No fighting! let's go!" You put your hand in bucks and drag him to the cornhole. Calming his nerves you say "it's ok I'm safe and I called your name as a joke. I wasn't in any pain or discomfort." You clarified. Bucks shoulders shrug. "Hold on" he walks back to Drew. 'Shit. wtf is he doing' you think
"Drew, sorry man." Sticking his hand out. Your uncle looks at your face and shakes his hand. Relief is an understatement. "Arm wrestling." Drew says. "After cornhole." Buck counters. "Fine."
Buck walks back to you. "It's fine, after cornhole he wants to arm wrestle. He just feels threatened it's fine." "Are you gonna let him win?" "Fuck no." You smile and kiss him "Good, I'm officially using your body to beat him at something, I've been trying for YEARS, cornhole, arm wrestling, darts, frisbee you name it he's fucking won every time." You say bitterly. "Woooww so your just using my body?" Laced with fake hurt "Wouldn't be the first time" you smirk. Buck blushes. You both turn to walk over to Jaxson and Levi who have started without you. "Wooow didn't even wait?" You say full of sarcasm. "you talk so slowwww!" Jaxson drawls. "That's no way to speak to your aunt!" Buck jokes. They both laugh and you get on the blue team with Levi, and Buck stands next to Jaxson, the red team.
Buck starts it off and throws the red sack, hitting the bottom of the board. A good throw, finding the amount of force that is needed. Then it was our turn, Levi flung a blue sack and it landed just above the hole. "Oooo so close" you cheered. "Maybe I can knock it in."you whisper.
Jaxson throws a sack, completely missing the board. Your turn and Buck is waving his hands above his head to distract you, not working you throw a perfect arch and it falls right in the center of the hole not even touching the sides. Bucks jaw drops along with his hands. He looks up, quickly closing his mouth and acting like that wasn't insane. "Beginners luck." He confirms.
"Definitely" you smirk back. The turns continue buck gets it on the board close to the hole, Levi got the base, Jaxson gets it on the board, having a small celebration of jumping and spinning. You go again, sinking another but hitting Levi's too, both falling in."Beginners luck." You smirk again. Buck is shocked. The boys go again, both missing. Buck tries again but you definitely got to him so he completely misses the board.
"Huh? I wasn't even waving my arms like you." You tease again. Buck inhales sharply trying not to be extremely competitive in front of the kids, who have completely ignored the circle of turns and are just throwing them back and forth no matter the color. Jaxson runs out, Buck with the last red one. Buck throws it again hitting the board but no where close to the hole. You thro the last blue again sinking it in the whole. That's 4 in a row. "Maybe I'm not a beginner." "What?" "Remember when I was saying me and my uncle are really competitive so I had to be semi good at corn hole." You laugh. Buck is embarrassed. He thought he was the athlete in the relationship but you are proving him wrong, it's kinda hot.
Jaxson and Levi start to get sleepy, it's starting to get dark so they have to leave. Your cousins Cammie and Charlie come over to pull them away but they cry 'wanting one last hug' ofc you give it to them and tell them goodnight with a kiss on the head. Levi and Jaxson hug you tight before getting picked up and on impact start falling asleep on their parent's shoulders.
Since it's getting dark and cornhole is over drew waves you and Buck over for the arm wrestling. You sigh walking over but Buck is cool, calm and collected, at least on the outside. There's a high table set up for the match to take place. Your uncle states the rules.
"No nail digging, No curse words and no crying"
"Copy" Buck gets into position grabbing Drew's hand. They both loook at you for the count down. "Oh uhh 3 2 1!" They both start straining. But their hands are still upright shaking yes but neither are loosing that fast. Bucks arms are BULGING OUT now. You're supposed to be refereeing but fuck his arms are massive. You just sit and watch. It's been a minute or two since they've started, Drew looks like he's about to pop his head off and bucks forehand vein is popping out a little, he's not nearly as red in the face as Drew, but you can still see the struggling. Drew falters a little bit when he takes a breathe giving buck the perfect chance to slam his hand down and he does. BOOM. "BUCK WINS!" Your other cousins cheer. Finally someone stronger than Drew. Buck extends his hand. "Good game." "..yeah good game.." Drew walks off to go get another beer. Buck turns towards you. "Uhh is he driving?" "Nope he lives here." "Ok good." "Yeah he parties hard. But he has a good job so it's fine, something math." Drew comes back. "Y/N I'm a quantum mechanics college professor." Clearly he overheard you. "Really? Quantum mechanics? What is that? You have like classes of people you teach?"You poorly question him. "Are you stoned?" He questions "Not yet." You sigh. "I have a joint I wouldn't mind splitting." Your eyes literally sparkle. "REALLY??" He nods pulling out a fat blunt. "Holy shit. What strain?" "Wedding cake, indica, it's a very strong one." You giggle. "What?" He interrupts. You pull out your cart labeled 'wedding cake'. "Great minds think alike." Buck spoke up now nursing a beer. "Oh we can't smoke it in front of Buck because they drug test, sadly." "Ok, uhh front yard?" "Yes!" You agree. "Be right back Buck!" You say with a kiss to his cheek. He watches you disappear with your uncle already starting to light it.
In the front yard the frogs are OUT. They're hopping all over rustling in the grass. It's music to your ears, so glad you could make a home for many native animals. Last year a bunny had a whole litter next to the rose bush, very well protected. Your uncle makes his way to the bench sitting down you follow copying.
"Yknow I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable right?" He says before taking a long drag and passing it. You grab it "Yes I know don't worry, Buck just thought I was uncomfortable. I wasn't though" you take a long drag too. You both exhale. Your uncle starts coughing and tearing up. You just sit there and laugh. "What can't handle it? Light weight." You tease. "Oh really? Take another hit" you take up the challenge like always with a 6 Mississippi second inhale, Drew counted, and exhales normally with no cough. "What?! HOW?" "Try." He takes a 5 Mississippi second inhale and coughs out the smoke before he can even inhale it. He coughs HARD, by now you're buzzed and giggling at his failure. Taking another drag while he tries not to throw up. "HOW ARE YOU NOT GREENING OUT?!" He coughs out. "Because I'm amazing." You reply giggly. He takes the blunt from you putting it out. "Awwww." You pout. "You've had plenty plus we probably reek enough." He says smelling his shirt. "I go nose blind when I'm high." You admit. "I can't tell if I smell like it, it's gotten me in so much trouble." You laugh. "No fucking way. Me too!" You both laugh and try sniffing your clothes. "Wait I have a buck!" You open your phone and text buck to come into the front yard.
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"Awww you guys are cute." Drew is reading over your shoulder. Buck comes into focus. "HI BUCK!" "Hi?" "Do we smell like weed?" "Yes." "Damn it." "I have fabreeze in my car." "THANK YOU BUCK!" You get up a little wobbly quickly stabilized by bucks arm. You giggle up at him. "My hero." "Yep Im gone." Drew gets up and walks back to the party. "JEALOUS!" You yell after him. He raises a middle finger. You giggle.
"Ok miss giggly, wait here I'll go get the fabreeze." "Ok" you sit back down and wait. You blink and Buck is back in front of you with the can. "Stand up." You obey, getting up. He sprays it over your torso. "Alright all good." " thank you buck.." "no prob-" you kiss him. He quickly gets over the shock and kisses you back. You grab his shirt and kiss him harder opening your mouth the slightest bit. He takes it as his chance and sticks his tongue into yours, they both fight for dominance, he eventually wins when he grabs your hips making you squeak. He smiles into the kiss and you melt. He trails down your neck sucking on your pulse. "Fuck Buck." You moan out. He separates for a second. "You have no idea what that does to me." You go back to kissing until you hear someone clearing their throat. You immediately freeze. Letting go slowly opening your eyes to see your mom. "Mrs. L/N! Uhh sorry?" Buck is blushing HARD. "Never apologize for loving my daughter." Your mom says dangerously. "Yes ma'am." "I was just coming to say good bye, I gotta go home I don't wanna drive in the pitch black, Buck, that bread was delicious. June loved it too." She explains. You walk over to her, giving her a hug. "goodnight mom!" You gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you." "I love you too baby." Buck was still standing there. "Welllll...are you gonna hug me too Buck?" "Oh right." Buck walks over and gives her a big hug. "Goodnight, make it home safe." "Thank you buck, you too, keep my baby safe." "Always." Buck promises.
Your mom leaves and Buck watches her get in her car,buckle in, and drive off. Buch turns to you. "They want to do fireworks.." "we don't have to." "No I wanna be here in case anything happens." "I know but Drew's been doing this for years, of course accidents happen but the most that they do is a few sparklers and some sky ones." "Yeah plus I want to set some off too." He challenges. "Really?" You question. "Maybe not the sky ones but a sparkler is fun." "Maybe I'll do a sparkler too then." You both head back to the backyard.
"Hey Drew!" You call out. He turns his head. "Fireworks?" You suggest. "I wanna wait until it's darker. The ones I got are pretty and colorful but look best in the dark." He explains quickly. "Ok! I'll eat cookies in the meantime." You walk off to the desert table. You grab a brownie and chocolate chip cookie, walking back over to Buck. You Split the cookie but keeping the brownie to yourself. Buck accepts the half and eat it fast. "Wanna go frog hunting while we wait?" He suggests. "Uhhh YES!" "I'll get the critter box and cups." He says zooming away. Drew is staring at you. "What" "Your happy, it's just that it's been a while since I've seen this many genuine smiles." He says gently. "Aww thank you Drew. Yes buck makes me very happy. I hope you find yourself a buck. Or a becky, hah." "Yeah so do I, can I ask what the age gap is between you two? I heard him say he's been a fire fighter for 12 years? How old is he?" Drew puts plainly. "...35.." "omfg Y/n" "fuck off." "Ok daddy issues." "I think you've had enough drugs and alcohol." Buck steps in. "No no no you don't get to tell me how to talk to my niece when you're a fucking pedophile." "DREW!" You admonished. "Y/n I think it's time to leave." "You don't get to tell her what to do just because you're older. wtf is this relationship?!" Now people's heads are turning and your face is heating up from embarrassment, tears are trying to break free but you swallow it down wiping your tears and stare at Drew. "I thought we should leave before he even said anything. As soon as you brought up my 'daddy issues' you should be glad you still have a father that fucking Ioves you and lets you rent a room. My dad wanted to kick me out at 16! Go fuck youself drew." You say with tears streaming down your face. Drew looks wrecked, embarrassed and definitely guilty. You grab bucks hand and start walking out. He follows you. You pause and walk over to your aunt Jenna.
"I'm sorry but I have to go" you say between sniffles. She looks up and coos "oh baby, come inside." You glance over at Drew. "Nope I think I've been her enough, again the garden looks great and I'm sorry I can't stay." You get a hold of your crying, cutting it off for now. "No baby I fully understand, I'll talk to him that was fucked, you and Buck are welcome anytime." She hugs you good bye and kisses your cheek wiping your tears away. You squeeze bucks hand. "Ok bye." You turn and walk out. You let go of bucks hand when you get out of the backyard. You speed walk to the car silently. Buck unlocks the door and you climb in, closing the door. He gets in too closing his door and as soon as he does you start sobbing.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry." Buck says guilty. "NO it's not your fault, I'm not mad at the age gap comment. I don't care about that. But he had to bring up my father like fuck you, you peice of fucking shit. 'Daddy issues' I DONT EVEN CALL YOU DADDY! I'm not even a sugar baby either bc I have my own job where I MAKE MY OWN MONEY I'm literally in the fucking dirt all day and I love it." You rant. Buck puts a hand on your thigh. "He had no right to bring that up, if it helps he was very very guilty looking and people are probably gonna hate him for a while." "Good." "Yup." "Wanna get Icecream and watch the fireworks at the beach?" Buck suggests turning on the car. "Ugh yes. I love you." You say. "I love you more sweetheart." Buck drives off into the dark, periodically being lit up by fireworks. You look out the window feeling the breeze wipe away your tears. So much for your family liking Buck. Ofc your aunt loved him and the kids but after his age got out, you felt all the eyes on you, judging you. You try to remind yourself that buck makes you happy and just because your fuck ass uncle that's still lives w his mom thinks it's weird means he can go fuck himself. Buck drives up to the ice cream shop. He gets out and so do you. He moves in front of you putting his hands on your cheeks. "That did suck but the rest of your family definitely still love you and me. They were shooed that he opened his mouth they weren't judging you." He validates with full conviction. You nod, shaking it off and kiss him. It's a quick peck but passionate nonetheless. "I love you y/n, now let's go get some ice cream!" He says pivoting on his heel and running to open the door. You smile walking through the door way. Buck gets a chocolate cone and you get cotton candy in a cup with a spoon. You both get back in the car and drive to the beach. The traffic was trafficking, you both finished your ice cream before even getting to the beach.
Finally you pull up to the beach. It's packed. Buck sighs. "I thought I was being original." "Aww it's ok, looks like everyone's having a blast." You say stepping out. He gets out and grabs his 118 issued blanket. You both make your way to the beach kinda close to the waves because there wasn't any other space. CRACK! POP! SNAP! SHREEK! The fire works start, illuminating the pitch black sky. Blues and reds shimmer out while cracking in the air. Yellow hues pop around. Buck puts an arms around you cuddling in closer. You're both lying down looking up at the sky glow. "This is nice." He confesses. "Yes it is."
(Pls like and comment and tell me what to change or if it's any good đ) this is my first time writing a fanfiction!!
Buck x fem!reader
The reader is a dog trainer with three dogs a brindle Cane Corso-Ducky, regular Belgian Malinos-Zelda, cropped Doberman-Benny.
So she's a dog trainer from NY but moved to LA for more dog training opportunities.
buck meets the reader at a fire at her house/kennel, the kennel part of her house is on fire,faulty wiring.
They put out the fire and all is well but the whole 118 and cops see how well trained all the dogs were. They are all in emergency downs on the front lawn. Not moving a inch with fire trucks and sirens blaring, they were extremely impressed how neutral they were in such a high stress situation, but that's exactly what they're trained for.
Ducky- somehow amazing at sniffing and tracking(don't see with that breed literally ever)
Zelda- bitework and protection dog (and amazing at it)
Benny-dock diving(also amazing at it)
So you give out your card as a joke.
2 months later
*Ring ring*
"Hello? Dog training, owner speaking."
"Hey it's captain Nash, the 118, remember us?"
"Uh yep kinda hard to forget my house burning down and Yall stopping it. What can I do for you? Got a dog that needs a home or training?"
"Worse. Can ducky track a boy?"
"Yes. I'm on my way"
*end call*
You've never packed a doggy bag and your bag faster. Just a change of clothes, a toothbrush and some toothpaste. Ducky's bag was full of tugs for reinforcement/rewards, treats, rain coat, and a dog medical kit.
Grabbing ducky's leash and putting away Zelda and Benny, you get to the car and load up ducky into his kennel and start driving to the fire house.
*at the fire house*
You get outta the car take ducky out of the kennel and walk into the station.
"Hello?? Ducky's here!"
Walking past the fire trucks you turn left and bump into chimney.
"Oh- OH YOURE HERE! CAP SHES HERE!!"
"Thank god. I was thinking you weren't gonna get here in time." Captain Nash says as he walks down the stairs. Hanging out of the balcony you see Eddie and Buck. They start making their way down the stairs after their Captain.
"Absolutely not ofc I came" "so it's a missing boy?" You questioned.
"Yes he's been gone for 4 hours and he's only 8, my wife, Athena, is there now coming up with a last resort but there's about to be a massive thunderstorm coming tonight. he went missing in the mountains here" captain Nash pulls up a map on his phone and shows it to you.
"Alright let's go then, no time to spare" you say running back to your car. "I'll meet you there" quickly loading ducky up back into his kennel and locking it, getting into the car and starting the engine.
They all load up and turn on the sirens. Your phone starts ringing. Random phone number too. " uh hello?"
"Yeah hi it's buck, you can drive behind the firetruck and in-front of the ambulance that way you get there with us"
"Oh ok I'll do that, im guessing at the site you guys have something that really smells like the boy?" you start getting into the pocket of sirens. Ducky ofc starts singing the song of his people.
"Yes we have his shoes and a pillow the parents brought.... what's that sound?"
"Great that's perfect, that was ducky he loves the sirens."
"Ha! Alright we're coming up on the scene now"
-end call-
Slowly pulling up and parking behind the fire truck. The rain is already starting to come down, a small drizzle but the storm clouds are moving in fast.
Captain Nash taps of the glass of your window startling you, but reminding yourself of the job at hand. Taking a deep breath in you get outta the car and go to the trunk to let ducky out. Putting on his e-collar/tracker.
You start making your way over to a bunch of tents. Firefighters and cops at the tree line looking in with bright flash lights.
"captain Nash! You gotta pull everyone out of the woods! Ducky needs to lock in!" You yell over all the talking.
Everyone shuts up and turns to look at you and ducky.
"And who are you?" Athena questioned.
"Ah your Athena Nash, nice to meet you. I'm -------, here to help track that missing boy" you extend you hand and she shakes it.
"Cute dog" she says "how does he help?"
"He's a tracking dog, he tracks mostly other dogs, but he can lock onto a human scent and find them, he might looks scary but he's a big mush" you explain fast.
She talks into her radio "ALRIGHT ALL FIRE AND PATROL, COME OUT OF THE WOODS REPEAT EVERYONE OUT OF THE WOODS NOW!" Her words made waves bc sure enough everyone came out very quickly.
"I need his scent. Buck said there was a pillow and some shoes?"
"Yes, here." She passed the pillow to you from the parents standing off to the side.
Turning to the parents you ask " is he fearful of dogs? Will a cane corso scare him?"
"Uh-uh maybe? Idk, he's great with dogs but he's scared and all alone! Im sorry, but please find my boy" the mother pleads. The father pulls her into a hug.
"I'm going to try my hardest ma'am" you counter. They nod and walk away.
You get down on your knees and put the pillow infront of ducky's nose to sniff. After making sure he had the most important scents to find the boy, inhaling that pillow maybe 5 times. "Find" you say to ducky before unclipping his leash and letting him run into the dark forest.
5mins later.
10mins later..
15mins later.......*BARK BARK BARK*
"That's his signal" already starting to walk into the forest to retrieve your dog when a hand stops you on your shoulder
"It's too dangerous, you don't have gear!" Captain Nash announced.
"Then give me a fire jacket, because that's my dog in ther-" "BARK BARK BARK" "He's signaling that he's found something, you gotta let me get him that's how he's trained! if he sees a bunch of people coming at him with no scent of me he'll maybe take off or protect the boy against you guys, I am your best bet"
Cap is staring blankly at you. "Uh alright here take my jacket." He takes it off and puts it on you. It's massive. Literally swallows you.
"Thank you, alright let's get moving!" You say and you hustle your way into the dense forest.
The rain has gotten worse but looking at your phone to track ducky you see he's half a mile ahead and to the right. You turn around to the 118 following you. "alright he's about half a mile ahead and a right turn away, ducky is staying with him"
"How do yk he can find the boy on his own? Like how do u even train that?" Eddie questioned.
Turning around to walk again."well he was already naturally gifted, he would be able to find his dog brother and sister if I said go find Zelda or go find Benny and he would bring them back to me, it was simple luck that he's so good at this because Cane Corso's are normally bite work and protection dogs, but he is the biggest mush in the world" you explained.
---half mile later of walking and small talk---
" ok he should be... HERE! Behind the tree! FOUND THE BOY!" You yell back to the team.
Hen and chimney make their way over and start assessing the boy, you clip on ducky's leash and guide him away, giving him lots and lots of treats.
Eddie and buck come over lean down and try to pet ducky, but are hesitant.
" guys he just saved a 8 year old he does not bite"you drawled.
"Yeah, yeah ok....so can we pet him?" Buck questioned
" YES ofc you can!"
They get on thier knees in front of ducky and give him butt scratches and a good belly rub. Ducky was loving it but then thunder BOOMS with lightning CRACKING throughout the sky ducky makes a beeline to the car almost taking your shoulder as well. Hen picks up the little boy and we start the walk back.
By the time we get back, we are all soaking wet. The boy, the dog, the entire 118 and you yourself thunder is cracking and Lightning is still booming. After handing off the fire jacket back to captain Nash.
"OH MY GOD MY BABY BOY! The mom screeched. Running she hugs him in hens arms.
They make their way too the medical tent. The boy is fine, some cuts on his feet and hands and a little dehydration from all his crying.
After the family reunion you quickly make your way to the car, putting Ducky into his kennel and starting the car starting the heat cause you are freezing, but a tap on your window. You look up to find Buck getting soaked. You roll down the window a lil bit.
"What are you doing? it's freezing get in the fire truck!"
"Here!" He slips a little peice of paper into your car. It's his number. No way.
"Uhh is this the fire house direct line?" You play dumb bc a guy has never asked you out. Let alone given thier number."
"Uh nope it's my personal phone. In case you would want to get lunch." He says shyly.
You smirk "Okay, yes"
His brain stalls like you just shot him. Quickly he gets himself in order says ok with a small smile and moves away from your car, jumping into the fire engine.
" ducky there is no way that just happened, he's the hottest one!" You squeal looking at the paper.
Ducky bays in response. "yeah yeah I'm sure you would love another person to sit on."
Only 12 hours pass before you text buck. Not trying to look desperate. Also knowing the hours he's probably on shift.
You text first ' hi it's ---- what place did u have in mind?'
He texts back almost immediately
'Was starting to think you didn't want to go in a date'
You told a half truth
'I didn't rly know your hours'
'Well yes you don't, sorry that one's on me for assuming'
'No it's fine, I still texted. So what place did u have in mind?'
'Well there's a spot, it's dog friendly, you can bring your dogs'
'Huh, are you asking me out just bc you wanna see my dogs? I can bring them around the fire house any time really'
'No! No definitely not your gorgeous, and really smart, you can bring them if you want'
'Relax buck, I'm fucking with you. So when do u wanna go?'
'I'm off all day tmr so 12? Noon? We can grab lunch, and do other stuff'
'What other stuff?' Just egging him on for fun now.
'Beach, Arcade, ice cream' he texts back after taking a minute. Yk he thought about what you were thinking about
'Okay sound like a lot of fun, I'll meet you there'
-tmr rolls around-
9am:wake up, and feed dogs
10am: dog walk and play time
11am: showering and getting ready putting on a nice yellow sundress. It's doing wonders for your tits.
11:30am: getting into the car and making your way to the grill he picked out.
11:45am: He's standing at the door holding it open as people walk in and out. Waiting for you
You get outta the car after checking your makeup and pushing your tits up. He sees your car and starts walking up to it.
"Hey --- it's so good to see you!" He beams.
" hi buck" you say stepping out of the car. His eyes immediately start staring down.
"My eyes are up here buck" you smirk.
"uhh-OH SORRY" " you look amazing"
He's in a blue polo with gray dress pants.
" you don't look too bad yourself" you say
He hold out his elbow for u to loop your arm through "come on, I made a reservation" he says with a goofy grin.
--1 hour later--
You've eaten, drank, told life stories. You guys were honestly clicking.
--3hours later--
The sever comes over "hi! I'm sorry my manager said you've been here for 4 hours. We need to give your table away" buck looks confused but checks his phone
" oh my god, we've been talking for 4 hours!" He exclaimed.
You giggle. His head snaps back to you.
You somehow get enough confidence to ask. "So would u want to come back to my place?" Looking all innocent like u didn't just ask if he wants to fuck, in front of the server no less. She gets the hint and walks off, true girls girl.
"Uhhh, sure I don't want to make u feel pressured though like just because we talked for 4 hours doesn't mean you need to put out"
You rise from your chair and start walking out looking over your shoulder "im a grown ass woman I can 'put out' if I want too, let's go buck"
He scrambles to put money on the table and not fall out of his chair at that prompt. "Yes ma'am"
Smirking you keep making your way to the door which is quickly opened by buck.
"Oh what a gentleman..." you are literally undressing him with your eyes and he's red in the face. Probably has only been with submissive girls. That is all about to change today.
You quickly get in you car waving him to get in the passenger seat. He gets in, you start driving. He keeps looking over at you like you're gonna eat him.
"Yes?" You question. He clears his throat after choking in shock.
"Uh nothing. Just thinking"
"About?"
"Sex"
"Blunt, I like it. Well I'm not very submissive if that's what you're looking for."
"I'm not"
"So what are you looking for? Hmm?" Just teasing and enjoying watching him squirm.
He fucking blushes "Uh idk you can take full charge, I'm good at following instructions."
"Good" you pull into your driveway and get out. So does he. You both start walking to the door. 'Dogs are home' is hanging on your front door. He giggles at it, pointing.
" my mom got it for me and she has a fit anytime I don't put it on the door like people around my neighborhood Don't know that three massive dogs live here."
" can I see the puppies before we...."
"Yes ofc" you unlock the door and start making your way back to the kennel area. " they will sniff u first. Then let you scratch thier asses but warning once you do it they all come back wanting more. Always"
His mind is already mush just looking at you " uh huh I get it" he was not listening at all. But your dogs are very well trained so no worries.
He sits down on the floor to make himself look smaller. You let the dogs out one at a time. They're mostly happy to see you but once they see buck in the room, they rushed over to him and start sniffing him all over.
He's petting them mushing all over them and squeezing their faces like they aren't scary dogs.
"Oh my god Zelda is sooo soft" he gushes as he pets her head. Zelda has her tongue hanging out just loving the love from him. Benny starts whining from the lack of attention from both of you. You walk over to Benny, he immediately shows his belly for belly rubs.
After 15 mins of petting the dogs and feeding them dinner. Buck sits on the couch watching you feed the dogs.
"They're really smart" he beams.
"Yeah I had lazy dogs for my whole childhood, they had no drive, no motivation. It was depressing."
"Yeah I had a rescue once for a day he would not stop barking and destroying my house, he hated to be left alone. He ate like 3 rolls of toilet paper"
You stare blankly at him "uh wow that's insane, did he get rehomed?"
"Yeah Eddie took him to chimney and he just didn't open the door and hen tried to take him but they probably rehomed him" he states.
Heyyyy.....so idk how to write smut. anyone is welcome to continue the story and write a smut part. I was thinking buck would eat the reader out and be like basic femdom. Nothing special ooo maybe in the morning put buck in a bite work suit and let the dogs bite and take him down.
When he reluctantly lets the other characters along in his car when he goes to find their loved one WHEN HE TELLS YOU TO STAY IN THE CAR. YOU STAY IN THE FUCKING CARđđ
Every time he lets someone in on the "hunt" they always jump out of the car and then fuck up his search by getting spotted or fighting preemptively.
JUST STAY IN THE CAR ITS NOT THAT HARD
seriously if Justin Hartley told me to stay in the car, I am sitting my ass in that seat and not fucking moving. if anything I'm hiding in the back seat so it looks like an abandoned car.
the pittlings staying over at the dentos apartment to get drunk and to just hangout when things take a turn at victoriaâs drunken confession.
âcassie loves it when i call her daddy.â she takes another long swig of her beer as the chatter dies down, the conversations between them petering out because they are now extremely intrigued. âand mommy was fine, it was hot, but daddy? yeah, that fucking ruined me.â and like sheâs running away from what she said, she gulps her beer in one go.
âyeah, of course.â trinity licks her lips. âgarcia likes brat taming.â she shoots them a grin. âand i love being a fucking brat.â
(trinity shoots dennis a look. a warning. because yeah, trinity loves being a brat, but they both know the truth to it; how it was a coping mechanism turned into something softer, into something better and lovelier, by yolandaâs patient love. but she canât word out that vulnerability yet, so she settles with this, for now.)
âof fucking course you do,â samira quips. trinity throws her balled up napkin at her. samira pokes her tongue out in retaliation, which trinity mimics.
âwhat? donât tell me you and ellis donât do anything spicy? i swear i saw you limping two days ago.â
âoh my god she was!â mel giggles.
âshut up,â samira whines. âand we do spicy thingsânot that vanilla is boring, by the way.â
âamen.â
âbut, uh, parker loves pussy inspection. it was a little embarrassing at the start but fuck, i love it now.â
they let her words settle, the others squirming in their bubbling desire at the admission, before victoria puffs out, âyup. gonna make cassie do that now, mhmm.â
samira laughs, her cheeks burning, and thinks to herself how she canât wait for another one herself, really. parker could go for so long, sometimes sheâd try doing it for an hour, and samiraâs body would be pulled into a euphoric sensation that she really canât name. it sets her aflame, reduces her to her pleasure, until all she could say, all she could remember, is parkerâs name.
in the comfortable silence, melâs words spill out in a shy rasp. âabby bought me a strap. taught me how to fuck using it. taught me how she likes it andââ her breath rattles here, âand how frank likes it.â
for a moment, no one can say anything at that, their minds tumbling at the image her confession makesâabby and mel, beautiful in their matching straps, folding frank over for each otherâs pleasure.
âchrist,â trinity whispers. âchrist.â
mel laughs because she gets it; she thought the same. she remembers abby guiding her through it, her hot lips roving over melâs back as they stare at frankâs weeping eyes. slowly, abby told her, and deep. thatâs how he likes it.
mel shakes herself out of the memory, and washes down the simmering throb inside her with another gulp of her fourth beer.
then, in sync, they all turn to dennis, anticipation bright in their eyes. dennis coughs, bright red already. âthey call me puppy,â he starts. it was the tamest he could share, the one he was going to settle with, butâ
âi have a collar and a leash and, recently, robby bought me a tail.â his eyes gloss over, gone in the memory. âjack had to prepare me for so long because the tail was this thick bulbed butt plug. made snug so that it wonât slip out. they made me test how snug it isâhumped jackâs boot, walked on all fours, you know, the works.â
he doesnât even register the sound of someone choking. (it was trinity.)
âthen robby locked the leash on something, i donât recall anymore, but i was there, in the corner of their bed room, with my hands bound behind my back. they made me watch them fuck.â dennis squeezes his legs together. âi came, i think. honestly, i donât even remember anything except for jack coming over to reward me.â he ends it with a shrug, acting nonchalantly now, of all times.
they all stare at him with wide eyes and warming cheeks. so swept up by their giddiness, for a moment they had truly forgotten who dennis is seeing, and now, they know more about their attendings than they ever wanted to. still, it was such a visceral description from a scorching admission. they canât help but imagine it nowâpuppy boy dennis, whimpering and whining as his partners deny him of his own pleasure until theyâve had their fill.
âwoah,â victoria murmurs. gasps out, really.
dennis chuckles, embarrassed now more than anything. the silence begins to swell, and his embarrassment slowly transforms into horror. an apology begins to form on his tongue, whenâ
âthatâs really hot, dennis,â mel says, after a while. trinity and victoria nod in agreement.
âabsolutely,â samira puffs out. then, âbut also? of course you are into puppy play.â
dennis groans, throwing his balled up napkin at her. unfortunately, samira is able to duck this time.
(they start doing this, more often. other times, they donât even drink anymore, and the pretences of this being a drunken confession leave them as they immerse themselves in sharing pieces of their relationship with each other.)
Ok so I started watching the 911 Nashville crossover bc of buddie I've watched a shit ton of shorts of 911 so Ik everything/characters without rly having to watch the show but im watching the crossover bc of buddie but omfg I should've been watching this show long before it's so fucking good I cried so hard I'm laughing I'm angry it's such a good show
Robby goes from idolizing one white boy to idolizing another, meanwhile he still dismisses and mistreats all his female coworkers. He yelled at for Langdon for bullying Santos while doing the same to Mohan.
THE PITT DEBRIEF SEASON 2 EPISODE 10 âźď¸âźď¸SPOILERSâźď¸âźď¸
Please comment your thoughts on tonight's episode, my fellow pittlings, I want to know your ideas and takes
HOLY SHIT OH MY FCKING GOD OK LETS GET INTO IT
1.ROBBY YELLING AT MOHAN FOR HAVING A FCKING PANIC ATTACK???? BUDDY YOU WENT TO THE FCKING ROOF LIKE FIVE EPISODES AGO ALSO SAYING "MOMMY ISSUES" EXCUSE ME??? WHAT!
2. garcia saying what she said. Hell the fuck no what's wrong w you bitch?? Basically saying "I'll fuck you, but I don't want to be even friends with you" LIKE WHAT? SHES BEING SO MEAN. ALSO SAYING THAT SHES A PARAH BC NO ONE LIKES HER?? THEN WHY DO U FUCK HER YOU FCKING CUNT?
3. I totally agree with santos about Langdon. He should've been fired. she's fucking right. Robby should've fired him and barred him completely from working there bc that's what happens when you don't get special treatment. Man or women if you get caught stealing drugs from the hospital you get arrested charged and sent to rehab or jail or fired.
4. Mel with her deposition I'm so sorry babes and the trailer for the next episode isn't looking too good for her. Ofc she's upset her sister is living at a care facility and she suddenly has a bf? There's a number of things that can be wrong, is he taking atvatange of her, does she fully understand the risks involved, is it safe sex, does the care team even know, is it a man that's been caring for her, or is it another paitent and is he stable enough to give her the emotional stability that comes with dating and sex??? There's a million things zooming past her head and her autism is going to be sounding red alarms in her head that's why she wants all the information but with Becca's condition and being secretive with this ofc Mel's gonna be upset Becca isn't telling the full story and the care team isn't telling her about this, like when does Becca ever have time alone? Much less with a man in the room... I really hope it's another patient there not a caregiver but it could be written in to show how sadly it does happen.
5. Santos and Langdon. Lwk props to Langdon for not telling santos to stop. She's chewing him out constantly. lwk girl should stop while she's ahead but we both know she's not going to and he's probably going to have to get in her face and tell her to stop or profusely apologize and just say sorry and how he's going to transfer to another hospital once Robby gets back. Bc of how Robby says he can't trust him.
6. Langdon being so cute with Louie and apparently every other addict? Like what is he doing? And the Abby question he made a face. I think I'm right about him being secretly divorced and Abby took the kids I think he's living the divorced dad lifestyle with the goldendoodle and just lying to everyone that she stayed and everything ok but in reality he's falling apart and next ep when he calms Mel down after yelling at Becca hopefully he tells her and they kiss or hug but mostly kissđ
7. j VICTORIAS MOM BEING A CUNT IN THE NEXT EPISODE AND THIS ONE LIKE SHE WANTED HER TO COME DOEN BC SHES WORKING A HORRIBLE CASE WITH A MOTHER THATS DYING AND ITS OBVIOUSLY HITTING CLOSE TO HOME MCKAY SEEING HER MOM BE SO UNBELIEVABLY MEAN TO HER?? Hopefully that sets the scene of them getting together or at least a hug we'll take anything at this point. But the next episode of her asking if this was her fuck up?? GIRL WHAT HELL THE FUCK NO THATS NOT OK IN FRONT OF SOME OF HER BEST FRIENDS TOO?? also it was not her fuck up with that other lady bc 2 other doctors were also on that fucking case. Yoyo saying that Shih to her in ep 9 was crazy but from her own mother after she just wanted comfort bc her paitent is a mother that's fcking dying(I'm very pissed about this but I won't go on bc my thumbs hurt) đ˘
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