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buddie | consensual somnophilia | bottom eddie week | 4k | explicit
Eddie is halfway through his bowl of cereal when Buck pulls out the seat across from him and drops into it. He doesn't waste time saying good morning or asking how Eddie is. He steals Eddie's coffee, takes a sip, and asks, “Do you want to know what I did to you last night?”
Given he woke up with come dripping out of his ass and a bruise in the shape of a handprint forming, he's got an idea. But Eddie wants to know every detail Buck will give him. He always does, and Buck knows it.
Still, there's no point in giving in this easily. Eddie leans back in his seat and crosses his arms. “You obviously want to tell me.”
Buck does. He's never been a subtle man, not when he's excited about something. Not that Eddie minds. He likes listening to Buck.
But Buck letting Eddie have his way isn't part of the game. He’ll need to give in and ask Buck politely before he’ll learn anything. So it’s no surprise when Buck crosses his arms and leans back too, mirroring Eddie's position.
The stalemate lasts hours sometimes. Eddie doesn't think it will this time.
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the wrong note at the right time (buddie | explicit | 11k | bottom eddie week days 3+5 | ankle cage/objectification | eddie insists that he doesn't need buck. buck is desperate to prove him wrong.)
Buck finds it while idly browsing on his phone one evening, lying on the Diaz couch.
A picture of a mannequin foot, perched delicately. Over the curve of it, a thin weave of plastic, wrapped around the arch of the foot, open at the heel, stiff and unforgiving at the ankle, where it's locked with a small, golden lock.
It doesn't register at first, what it is, what it’s for. But something about it stops Buck from scrolling anyways, an ember of an image sparking in the back of his mind, a dangerous sort of interest. He taps on the picture, opening the text below.
Ankle cage, he reads. The words sink into him, one by one, sparks in his veins. On their toes. Awkward gait. Standing still is virtually impossible.
He blinks, and realizes that his fingers are trembling slightly over the screen, that he hasn’t blinked for a few moments, staring at the implement, at the implications tucked behind dry description. He doesn't-- it's just conceptually interesting, he tells himself. He's done plenty of scenes before, on both ends. Helplessness has never been his thing, when he's submitting. But he's always had a thing for being relied on, for seeing someone looking towards him for help, for something only he can give them. It's a rush, every time.
And these would absolutely make someone reliant on him, he thinks, the idea rushing through him, liquid heat. He imagines someone wearing them, legs trembling as they tried to stay upright. Maybe they'd fall, and Buck would have to hoist them back up. Maybe they would cling to him for every step. Maybe they'd get tired, and Buck would have to carry them in his arms, murmuring words equal parts filthy and comforting to his sweet, helpless thing as they looked at him with his big brown eyes--
Buck presses against the swell under his sweatpants, groaning at the flicker of an image, the edge of a forbidden thought. He manages to keep it at bay.
Still, he follows the link to the source image, downloads the instructions, falls asleep with an image of gold curling over tan skin slipping treacherously into his mind.
It's okay. Buck won't do anything about it. He never does.
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in the widening gyre [9-1-1 | Buddie]
4.8K words | explicit CNC/rape roleplay | submissive eddie diaz | handcuffs | knifeplay | breathplay | verbal humiliation | face slapping | rough sex | established relationship | aftercare
in the widening gyre [on AO3]
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Someone is in the house.
He's not even sure where that certainty comes from, the cold frisson of unease licking up his spine as he steps out into the darkened hallway. The house is empty—should be empty. Christopher's door hangs open like a toothless maw, and the light over the kitchen sink casts a dim rectangle of illumination into the hallway as Eddie stands barefoot in the doorway to his bedroom and breathes as quietly as he can, straining his ears.
For the span of three breaths, there's silence. It's almost enough to convince him that he's imagining it. That it's all just misfiring nerves, the lingering aftermath of some forgotten nightmare stalking him into consciousness. He'll take another breath, or maybe two, and then he'll check the doors and windows again (he checked them earlier, didn't he? He's sure he did. He must have.) and then he'll go back to bed.
One breath. Two.
Something creaks at the far end of the house. Past the kitchen, down the hall, in the darkened living room where the shades are drawn against the night. Eddie freezes, holding his breath, his heart rabbiting in his throat.
Another creak. A footstep this time, unmistakable. As he watches, a shadow moves in front of the windows, then pauses.
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hear my voice
eddie/father brian | E | 5.5k
bottom eddie week day 6: fandom
Wherever possible, Brian tries to take people's confession out in the open, away from the ceremony and secrecy of the confessional booth, because it allows him to hear what people are saying in ways other than their words. A lot of people come to confession because they think they ought to, and some come because they need someone, anyone, to talk to; both of these groups benefit from the face-to-face time. Still, despite Brian's preferences, he can't do away with the confessional booth altogether. There are still those confessions that can only be revealed in the dark. The first time he took Eddie Diaz's confession, Brian could tell that the ceremony was just as important as the words themselves. Without it, Eddie wouldn't have felt he had been forgiven properly. He also wasn't surprised that the conversation they had away from the church was just as honest, and might have even been more productive. Brian wondered about Eddie Diaz from time to time. It formed part of his own confession.
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Throwback to when I studied abroad in Italy and only took pictures of the statues’ butts.
@eddiediaznetwork - Eddie Diaz week
Day 4: Combo (Wetddie)
on the topic of christopher diaz and disability, or how his disabilities are shown on the show;
i think there are some big gaps between what we see on the show, and what we're meant to believe by the show,
i.e. seeing: mostly sitting down or leaning, not much spontaneous movement, in earlier seasons we often saw eddie carrying/lifting him, in chris's first episode on the show we see him doing pt exercises with eddie but idr if pt/ot/logo is ever actually mentioned on the show afterwards;
meant to believe: self-sufficient, using his crutches most of the time as his only mobility aid, he goes out with friends, takes ubers by himself, walks short distances without his crutches, takes stairs unassisted.
this gap is probably for a lot of reasons (not the focus on the show, would maybe take up to much time to explore/explain on screen,...) and personally i'm not too bothered by it, but i definitely notice it.
the more you know about disabilites in general, neurological conditions, or even cerebral palsy specifically, the more you'll probably notice these discrepancies, and fortunately or unfortunately i'm an occupational therapist by trade, so idk how the more general audience reads these things, but for me, christopher diaz the character has probably a very light form of cp, while gavin the actor has more visible limitations (i assume, i don't know him and i don't watch a lot of bts footage etc, and i don't do diagnosis through a screen). that is one gap.
the second gap is that cp doesn't just affect mobility, but often also affects cognition, behaviour, emotions, speech, communication, etc, which the show almost never shows/wants us to believe about the character (maybe because gavin isn't affected in these areas, again, idk). here there is more a gap between what little we see or is alluded too, and how fandom deals with it at large.
what i noticed, especially in the last season, his social life seems to be very small compared to the pre-texas arc (but definitely not the constant friend hang outs and sleep overs as portrayed by numerous fanfics), which could obviously be explained by the texas arc itself, but it was never outright said on the show, instead we see a 15yo who hangs out with his dad on halloween watching movies, and, in almost every other scene, chris playing games with his dad. that's pretty much it for his social life in season 9. and then there is the scene in the hospital after eddie's stabbing, where a 15-almost-16 year old boy does not in any way complain about his dad feeding him chocolate pudding in front of people (family and buck, who might as well be family). idk what i think about the scene. might be disability related, might not be. might just be there to show how close chris and eddie are post-texas. might be a lot of other things. might be all of it.
i don't think the show wants us to believe that chris has cognitive issues, because that's never even alluded too, but you could argue back and forth about behavioural components (impulsiveness, anger issues/outbursts, emotional dysregulation, frustration tolerance, mental rigidity, etc) -- it is really hard to say where certain behaviour is stemming from especially in a teenager, especially in a teenager raised by eddie diaz, especially in a teenager raised by eddie diaz in the 911 universe. (btw, in case you didn't know: adhd, autism, depression, anxiety,... are more likely in people with cp than the general populance). so. it's hard to say! but arguments could be make in every direction.
personally i'm trying to just view chris as chris, and not analysing him only based on what i think/know about his disabilities/possible limitations/symptoms. because chris might not really be a focus character on the show, but he definitely is a focus character in my heart, because i happen to like teenagers and family stories.
but as this post by @livesbetweenpages (i love your post btw) says, and which i think about often, wrt how chris is often written in fanfics, even disregarding the fics where he's only there as a buddie warrior:
"Being disabled isn’t a failing. It isn’t something other people need to pretend doesn’t exist or to the severity that it does. But it also shouldn’t be something other people forget exists. Because a disability makes you who you are, just like not having one does. It doesn’t make all of you, but it does change how you interact and move, sometimes literally, with your world."
idk if i have anything to say here, i'm just having a lot of chris feels as per usual
(sorry if this is incoherent nonsense btw, i'm blaming the fact that i don't actually speak english, it's very hot out, and that my brain is fried)
i love tragedy i love circular narratives i love ppl who cannot escape their fate & characters that have been dead since the beginning
“You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be amazed at how one woman can have so much black hair. You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
play pretend
buck/eddie/shannon | breeding kink | 6k | explicit
“I'm happy to help however.” Buck pauses for a long moment, then says, “It's not, um, my first sex injury call. If that's what you're worried about.”
“Oh, he's not hurt,” Shannon says. “He just needs someone with a cock.”
Eddie burns with humiliation. He wants to turn over, to hide his face in the sheets, but he can't. He's not allowed to.
Shannon steps into the room and, inevitably and horribly, Buck follows. He stares at Eddie, his mouth slightly ajar.
“He wants to get pregnant,” Shannon adds.
Again, his dick betrays him and twitches.
“And I don't have the necessary equipment.”
Buck tilts his head. “But he's—”
“Play along,” Shannon hisses. Eddie wonders if she meant for him to hear that or not. If it was a kindness or another of her little cruelties, making Eddie hear how she's forcing his friend to play make believe with him.
“I—”
“You don't have to.” It's hard to say with twin desire and humiliation seeping through his body and pinning him down, but he needs Buck to know that he can walk out of this room right now and Eddie won't think any less of him for it.
Shannon doesn't give Buck a chance to respond. “He'll need the father to stick around, of course. To take care of him.”
Buck's jaw works. Eddie hates this, hates Shannon, more than anything hates himself for how much he wants everything she's offering him.
“We're getting a divorce,” Shannon adds. Her voice is low now, carrying the weight of all their shared hurts. “He'll need someone to take care of him.”
Buck yanks his shirt off and tosses it to the side. There’s a faint layer of sweat on his chest, glistening when the light hits it just right.
“You want this?” he asks.
Eddie is beyond words. He nods.
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hello tumblr friends! for those of you who don't use twitter, I wanted to let you know about something very exciting that me and OOMF have put together...
PROUDLY INTRODUCING.... BOTTOM EDDIE WEEK!
from July 24th to July 31st, we will be celebrating all things bottom Eddie!
below you will find our full list of prompts and here at our AO3 collection you can see some examples of what each prompt might entail, as well as a more detailed list of rules.
any questions you might can be answered here if needed. I know there are some great b!Eddie authors over here so I wanted to give y'all the chance to participate as well.
thank you in advance for your interest, or even just your like and reblog <3
happy writing and so excited to see what you all come up with! cheers to Eddie getting his hole stuffed this July!
hi!! just reminding everyone we are less than a week out from accepting submissions! find our ao3 collection above.
if anyone is planning on posting you can @ me on here and I will reblog ✨ but please come join us! no minimum word count and multi-media submissions are welcome!
Eddie Diaz Week - Day 1 (july 20) - Sweet tooth - Eddie "No1 taste tester for Buck" Diaz
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latest fic, first line
no one tagged me in this but I saw it and wanted to do it and I have free will so!
Rules: Post the first sentence of your latest 10 fanfics, then tag 10 people.
"Texas is hot." - anyone from anywhere, 43k, rated E. alone in Texas, Eddie begins experimenting with the boundaries of his masculinity, feat. a camisole, some lingerie and a tube of lip gloss.
"The Devil has ruined her dress." - red is the colour of blood, 9.4k, rated E. Halloween fic I wrote where Eddie comes from a cursed bloodline that makes him irresistible to vampires and Buck is a vampire, naturally.
“That guy over there won’t stop staring.” - dirty work, 87k, rated E. AU + different first meeting where Buck is probie!Eddie's 52 year old Fire Captain and they begin a secret illicit relationship. also features t!boy Eddie.
"Pointedly, and without exaggeration: Eddie is probably the most beautiful creature Buck has ever seen." - but not too far, 16.6k, rated E. established relationship Buddie where Eddie wants to be denied(/edged) but Buck has a really, really hard time saying no.
"The club pulses. Like a heartbeat; like a bruise." - encore, 6.7k, rated E. established Buddie where they pretend to be strangers at a club for #pervert reasons. also features virginity kink.
"Eddie wakes up in Buck’s new apartment." - the theory of forms, 16.7k, rated E. Buddie bodyswap fic and a first line I did not technically write as this was a collab with OOMFs @organyx @eddievangelist
"There is something biblical about it." - the principle of vacant places, 3.6k, rated E. post-Don't Drink the Water emotional and grief-stricken rough sex.
"It’s a nice, and by all accounts unassuming, night." - sunset boulevard, 6k, rated E. last years #EddieExhibitionismSummer fic, Buck and Eddie drive out to a secluded area so a bunch of men can watch them fuck in their car.
"The first time Eddie brings something back, he is eleven years old, and it is his best friend." - hold open the door, 17k, rated E. an Eddie-centric fic that follows him through his early life into canon after he realizes he can raise the dead.
"In hindsight and given their track record, perhaps Eddie should have considered that simply by virtue of making the plans, they had simultaneously doomed them from ever happening." - every twenty-four, wretchin' with desire, 14.6k, rated E. sequel to my o!Eddie/a!Buck fic. the first one did not feature heat sex, so I wrote a follow-up that did, in fact, include heat sex. also features my pride and joy concept of Omega Plan B.
I don't really have anyone to tag <3 so if you see this consider yourself tagged and please share!!
madney and buddie parallel 8x10 Voices // 9x13 Mother's boy
had to dust off my procreate to sketch this gorgeous face
EDDIE DIAZ - 5.06 BRAWL IN CELL BLOCK 9-1-1
thursday used to mean something.....we used to have eddie diaz. HAITUS IS HELL
where did they take him. please can i have him back