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for those asking about "right back where we started from" buddie fic

date of note: april 28th 2025

chapter 19 is now up, I'm making decent progress so I have decided to update as I go.

thank you all for your continued interest & patience as I finish this fic up 🙏💕

[preggycharlesevents]

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[airlocksandaviaries]

Y’all ever wonder how Ice felt when he saw Mav waltz back to class after very clearly having banged their instructor all the previous nights and weekends? How Ice must have felt? He just met this gorgeous, incredibly skilled, extremely annoying, funny, charming man, fell head over heels, started flirting and hoping with all his heart that he might be playing for his team even a little bit. And then that man gets this smoking hot girlfriend in the blink of a fucking eye. A BLOND, SASSY girlfriend. Their goddamn INSTRUCTOR. If I were Ice I’d be throwing up in the toilet nightly and begging god to kill me.

[kaistinlove]

little bit of a dead dove idea involving some manipulation but........... eddie getting so obsessed w bucks tits and the idea of him lactating that he starts microdosing buck w estrogen and he's bulking simultaneously so his tits and tummy get all soft and plump (and eventually he starts lactating too lol and then oh no of course as his best friend eddie has to help by licking it all up)

*inserts the evil laughing racoon gif*

Anon, you're a genius for this fr. I picking up what you're putting down😌☝

(Warnings: manipulation, lactation, noncon)

Eddie does not have an... obsession. That is not true. So what if he can only stare transfixed whenever Buck is working out next to him, his tits flexing with every move? Or when he's wearing his cute little aprons and his chest is practically spilling out of the sides? Or when Buck wears the tightest shirts like that is the last size the store carries, stretchinh taut over the hefty curves of his chest—god forbid the temperature drops and Eddie can fucking see his nipples pebbling underneath the fabric?

Eddie bites off a moan, squeezing the base of his cock with one hand, the other gripping the nondescript bottle in his hand. He doesn't have an obsession. Of course not.

Tiny little doses. Just enough that Buck won't suspect anything.

But more than enough for Eddie to gradually see the change—Buck's tits getting fuller, getting bigger, his shirts getting tighter. He can just reach out and squeeze and Eddie's sure he can come in his pants from that. Oh to get his hands around Buck's tits. It gets to a point where Eddie spends his days, because of course he's around Buck all the time, half hard in his pants. One day, Buck struggles to even get his shirt off and Eddie nearly loses his restraint—nearly walks over and pin him down and just ravage his chest—watching how Buck wiggles, trying to get it past his shoulders, his tits bouncing and jiggling as he shimmies.

He realizes his mistake soon enough. Sure, he gets to watch Buck and his tits every single day but therein lies his problem—he can never touch him and that is the worst torture imaginable.

As if the universe heard him—Buck's tits are enough to make him believe—he begins to see Buck walking around with his forehead pinched in discomfort. He asks the other if something is up and all Buck does is shrug him off. A week later, Buck finally admits that his chest is feeling sore and uncomfortable. Eddie guiltily pockets the bottle for the day.

But his not obsession doesn't stop and he finds himself dumping the next microdose into Buck's drink the next day. And a week later, Buck bursts into Eddie's house, panicked eyes and heavy breaths, asking for medical advice.

After hours of poring over his laptop, they decide that there's nothing they can do. Eddie is not even lying at this point. He didn't know Buck could start lactating. It is very much making an appearance in his dreams from now on—Eddie presses down on the pillow in his lap—but he does feel bad. He's going to throw out the rest of the estrogen. He swears.

"So I probably need to milk myself," Buck muses, his hand coming up to softly massage his chest, and that thought is immediately wiped from Eddie's brain. Buck is already lactating anyway. A little more won't hurt. It's not like it'll stop if he throws them away.

In the name of research, he proposes the idea that Buck should do it right here, right now. To see if he knows how to do it properly. And Buck, eager blue eyes and an excited, inquisitive grin, agrees.

Eddie has to recite every prayer he knows when Buck strips his shirt off and he's seeing his shirtless chest for the first time in days. They're actually bigger now and yet softer, belying all the workout Buck did. They look plush—like there's a give if Eddie's wraps his hands around them. He gasps sharply when Buck places two fingers around one nipple, the nub hardening at the surrounding cool air, and pinches. At least Buck can't hear Eddie over the sound of his own squeak.

Buck tries to milk himself—while Eddie gives encouragement in a barely masked hoarse voice, cock throbbing in impatience, heat flaring bright red in his veins—fingers tugging and pinching his nipples. But nothing comes out. Just a small drop of white beading at the tip of his tingling nub. Buck groans in frustration and throws his hands up, unaware of how Eddie's mouth is instantly salivating at the sight. He needs to lick and suck and bite on Buck's chest, please god, let it be this one request.

"Maybe you need some suction?" Eddie asks innocently. "Breast pumps or something?"

Buck frowns. His curiousity and eagerness is getting the best of him. "I'd have to go to the store. Ughhh I wanna do it now." Buck tracks his gaze around the room, trying to find a solution, before it lands on Eddie. Oh. "Can you just do it instead?"

"I—I—Wha—You want me to do it?" His cock is so close to actually bursting just by watching and Buck wants him to milk him? Still, Eddie inches forward, hands ready to fulfill his destiny.

"Not your hands, they won't work. Can you use your mouth?" Buck asks nervously. It may be too much, even for best friends right?

Buck nearly moans when Eddie dives down and wraps his mouth around his pec, tongue lapping around the flesh, trailing a circle straight to his nipple. Eddie can taste the richness in that one drop, his cock leaking steadily like a broken faucet. He begins sucking, cheeks hollowing, tongue tugging the nub, rhythmically repeatung the motions. Underneath his hands, he can feel tremors through Buck's frame. Eddie knows that's just a biological reaction of pleasure but he still rewards Buck with a sharp flick of his tongue, smirking around the flesh when the other lets out a loud moan.

The first dribble of milk has Eddie's dark eyes rolling back, the taste attacking his taste buds, the scent of Buck and milk overriding his senses. With renewed vigour and a deep seated hunger he never felt before, he sucks harder. His hand lavishes the neglected nub with the same attention, massaging his pec, pinching it sharply in shock when he feels wetness dripping down his fingers, Buck jerking hard underneath him. He should pull off and apologize but the rush of milk is driving him mad. That and Buck's fingers desperately finding purchase in his hair.

Eddie switches over, lapping up every drop along the way, before focusing on the other pec. He milks Buck until there's not a single drop left, until Buck's eyes are glossy and unfocused. There's definitely something they should talk about but Eddie doesn't want to confront the reality—that Buck might just be sensitive and it's all just a physical reaction. That Buck might be embarrassed he reacted like that and do it himself instead, with the use of a pump and not Eddie's mouth.

Like he expected, the pink in Buck's cheeks darkens when he sees Eddie pulling back and he splutters out an excuse. So Eddie rushes ahead of the situation. He grins nonchalantly and gives Buck a little pat on his hips. Tells him that it looks like they found just the solution and he's so willing to help Buck if the other wants him to.

Buck blinks, shakes his head as if in realization, and nods. It's much easier if Eddie helps him. He can't milk himself and breast pumps are expensive. Eddie is just trying to be helpful. He's just being a good friend.

So every night, Buck will show up on his doorstep, tits aching and heavy after a long day, and Eddie will milk him dry. Drink up every drop until Buck is whining with oversensitivity. Lap up every stray bit of white dripping down the curve of his tits. Doesn't bring up how Buck is hard because he doesn't want to chase him off. Because Eddie's own cock is throbbing and wet and he'll store every memory of those nights for later.

Then Eddie makes the choice to move to Texas.

After Buck has made his peace with it—well, mostly—they settled on the solution for the whole... milking situation. It was also then that Eddie finally threw away all the bottles of estrogen. He won't need them anymore. (He actually didn't need them for a while because Buck is already lactating on his own after their nightly sessions. Eddie made sure to drain him dry every single time so his body subconsciously amped up production to meet the high demand, his tits now always full and threatening to leak all over his clothes.)

Eddie is now staring at the screen in front of him where Buck has his hand on his chest, massaging the flesh, frustration clear in the furrow between his eyebrows because Eddie insists that he take his time. They agreed that Buck can still milk himself but Eddie will be there coaching him through it. "You need to be gentle. Not yet, Buck," Eddie grins. Out of view, his hand strokes his length, up and down, up and down, heat curling in his guts at Buck's soft breaths.

"Eddieee," Buck grouches but it sounds more like a moan. Eddie will take it. He swirls his thumb around the head of his cock, catching the precum and spreading it along the next heavenly slide.

"Wrap your fingers around the base of your nipple. Thaaat's it. You're doing great. Now, slowly, tug it outwards and squeeze lightly," Eddie instructs, biting back a groan when his speakers echo with Buck's whine. "Harder."

This arrangement definitely works for him. He gets a first class view of Buck milking himself. And obviously he convinced Buck his milk will be easier to let out if he's on all fours—because gravity, duh. So Buck is on his knees, one arm supporting himself, his full tits hanging under him, his ipad resting on a pillow to give Eddie the best view. He looks so eager like a debauched little slut and Eddie's cock jerks in agreement.

"Tug it further. Hold it there," Eddie says, his stroking picking up speed when Buck's pink nipple is stretched, the nub flushed darker and thicker than when he first dosed Buck. "Pinch it, okay, now twist it. More, Buck. That's how you need to milk yourself. Exactly, that's good. Do it again."

The next spray of milk hits the screen on the other side just as Eddie comes all over his hand. He doesn't have an obsession. This is so much more than that.

Later, on the other side, Buck hits stop recording. Stores it in the file where he kept every single video of Eddie talking him through it. He probably should feel bad but he doesn't. Because after watching each one a thousand times over, touching himself to Eddie's voice, his orders, his grins and smirks, Buck realizes how much Eddie likes it. And that makes it all the more delicious when he touches himself, one hand on his dick and the other on his tits, bouncing on a fake dick an imagining it's Eddie's.

Buck loves the feeling of being nothing more than jerk off material for the other, unadulterated arousal with the pleasure of milking himself and humiliated by his position on his knees, an interplay of feelings that makes him come harder than he ever did with anyone else. He recalls how Eddie's pupils blow out immediately when he started their call by "prepping" himself over his milk soaked white shirt—to get it flowing of course. Maybe tomorrow, he'll give a little moo like the good little cow he is and see what reaction it gets him.

[personfrommars10]

Maverick:*looking up the superior yelling at him* Looks like I can't Manxplain, Manipulate or manslaughter my way out of this one.

Maverick: malewife it is

Maverick: *calls Iceman* Iceee they're being mean to meeee

[hawkaye]

the man from u.n.c.l.e || x-men: first class (for @endftheline)

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[marveyangstqueen]

I believe with exactly zero hesitation that if Mike Ross had showed up on Harvey's doorstep the day he got out of prison and kissed him, Harvey would have pulled him into the bedroom within three minutes even if he'd never even considered being gay. Man was so in love nothing else mattered.

[elzee350wtf]

Pick a Base

The "pick a base" line is perfect for exploration. Thanks fellas

Shout out to @mayberrycryptid for reference help!

[buckysknifecollection]

i feel like the youth should be reminded that the point of shipping is not for a ship to become canon. the point of shipping is to collect all the canon crumbs like starved mice, run away cackling and make some fun little scenarios with them just for the hell of it.

[arrrivabene]

Did you just say “us”?

[pregnantbuckweek]

Introducing Honorable Mentions ⤼

Following the week of prompts, there will be a -Free Day- where any idea with Pregnant Buck is welcome, as long as it adheres to the rules of the event.

We look forward to seeing everyone’s creativity.🫃🏼🎀

.ᐟ Please note if your work(s) doesn't follow the event rules we reserve the right to remove it from the AO3 collection/not promote it .ᐟ

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📢 right back where we started from chapter 19 update

right back where we started from (91253 words) by xocoatl Chapters: 19/24 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley/Howie "Chimney" Han Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Athena Grant, Howie "Chimney" Han, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Tia pepa, Abuela, Karen Wilson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Male Carriers, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Mpreg, Discussion of Abortion, Infertility, Adoption, Medical Inaccuracies, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Evan "Buck" Buckley is Christopher Diaz's Biological Parent, Adoptive Parents Eddie & Shannon Diaz, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, Eventual Smut, Top Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bottom Evan "Buck" Buckley, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Age Difference, Eddie is 7 Years Older, Probationary Firefighter Evan "Buck" Buckley, Ranch Hand Evan "Buck" Buckley Series: Part 1 of (california) here we come Summary: “Yeah definitely pregnant,” The doctor confirms pointing to a circular lump on the black and grey screen. Sure when this doctor had first walked in with his messy grey hair he’d given Evan a bit of a mad scientist vibe but he’d just thought the man was a little unkempt, not an actual quack. “Doc, you’re joking right?” aka the One Where Buck gets pregnant at 18 with Christopher, Buddie meet years later at the 118 under different circumstances but still become a family with Chris and heal along the way…

Chapter 19 Summary: Eddie and Chris have a talk about their family getting a new addition, Buck stress cooks/bakes and there's double the Diaz cuddles to go around.

[dreaminginpencil]

they’re… hugging??

buck’s expression is an ‘oh shit that’s the perfect angle’ smile.

also idk. they should laugh during… ya know?

(the uncropped version of this is hanging over at my Bluesky account 😇)

[niconicodayo]

[emziess]

Buck: *Speaks* Bobby : 👀😒🤨

[indehed]

One family.