9-1-1
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Buck had a list—mental, fragmented—of all the things he was supposed to do before lunch. Dust the living room. Fold the towels. Wipe down the bathroom.
He made it halfway through dusting the living room before Eddie found him.
The microfiber cloth dropped from Buck's hand as Eddie pressed him face-first against the living room wall. One moment he was reaching for a shelf and the next, all he knew was the sound of sweats hitting the floor and then Eddie's cock, hard and ready, sliding into the slick mess left from earlier. Buck's body opened for him with embarrassing ease.
From the grocery store to their home, Buck was just trying to be a good housewife. Eddie made it really hard to do so.
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- Part 2 of Sunny's BottomBuckTopEddieWeek2026
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i wanna be praised (from a new perspective) by eddiebodywansum (butdaddyilovehim)
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
28 Jul 2026
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It was only when he started at the 118 that he felt that emptiness in his chest begin to ease just a little. There was the occasional “good job”, or “good save” from Bobby or the rest of the team, which was definitely better than nothing. It was enough to tide him over, sure, but it still never felt like it was enough.
Either way, he learned—whether it was from his parents, or his teachers, or his boss-slash-father-figure—that he had to work to earn it. That praise wasn’t freely given.
That was, until Eddie.
Or, Eddie unknowingly heals Buck’s inner child with a little bit of praise and Buck discovers something about himself.
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Eddie watches Buck’s mouth grow slack in the mirror, a string of spit connecting his lips. His head lolls backward, and Eddie grabs him by the back of his neck, strengthening the force of his thrusts, his core burning with pleasure so hot that it leaves him feeling feverish.
Buck moans at the assault, little ah, ah, ahs as his eyes roll to the back of his head, toes-curling as he tries to meet Eddie’s thrusts, but Eddie’s manhandled him like this for a reason, grabbed him and tied him up so he can barely move, only wail as Eddie hits his prostate relentlessly, slamming into him at an unrelenting pace.
“You gonna come, baby?” Eddie heaves, forcing his hips to cram as much of his cock as they can inside Buck, watching the way the fat girth spreads that ass open in the mirror. “Only puppies who bark for permission can come.”
Buck gurgles out something guttural, a sound that peters out into a whimper halfway through.
“Is...is that how you bark?” Eddie laughs. “You sound like a runt. Now no one’s gonna want you.”
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For day 6 of Bottom Buck/Top Eddie Week 2026. Puppy play and extreme humiliation/degradation with Tboy! Top! Eddie.Series
- Part 6 of BB's bbuckteddieweek2026
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“Good boy,” Eddie croons. “Such a good hole for me.”
Buck shivers, staticky tingles running through his body, higher brain function long gone. He’s soft. It hurts; he can almost hear his pelvic bones groan from the stretch. He can’t help but mewl and mewl like a hungry kitten, pleasure racing in sharp waves through his skin.
Eddie shushes Buck, hands tightening around him. “Let me use my Fleshlight, baby. Fleshlights don’t speak.”
Eddie’s hand leaves his back to come down on the curve of his ass, making it bounce once, twice. Buck cries, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Eddie smacks him again. “Open your pussy up.”
Buck gurgles something at the words, feeling like a used toy.
Eddie drops his hold on him to run a hand through his hair, to take Buck’s hands in his. But instead of holding them gently like he normally does, he leads them down to Buck’s cheeks, making him spread them wide with the help of his forceful fingers.
“That’s it. Such a good pussy.”
Buck flushes a deeper shade of red. His gaping rim flutters.
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For day 2 of Bottom Buck/Top Eddie Week 2026. Buck almost got fired for fucking on the clock. He turns to Eddie for help.Series
- Part 2 of BB's bbuckteddieweek2026