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“Sit” he gestures to the stool at the counter.
Buck goes easy. Always so obedient.
“Good boy.” It comes out rough. Buck’s eyes flutter shut. “Should I be calling you a good boy actually? What with you going around picking fights?” He keeps his tone gentle, teasing. He expects a joke back, something to break the tension, but Buck’s tone is painfully earnest, his eyes pleading.
“I’m good. I’ll be good.”
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Nobody ever tells Buck that he’s a good boy, and he’s such a good boy. Eddie endeavours to change that. Platonically, of course. Or at least it starts that way. -
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Buck's been having trouble sleeping, so Eddie does the thoughtful thing one night and fuck's him to sleep:3
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"Good news! I found my dancers," Chimney explained, causing Buck to throw the beta a confused look.
"Dancers?" He asked as Chimney rolled his eyes. "For the Fire Department Annual Ball. The one of the few events where we can dress fancy for charity," he clarified as Hen rolled her eyes.
"Which poor souls are you sacrificing?" She asked as Chimney slowly grinned as he pointed to Buck and Eddie.
"Our ballroom dancing champion and ballet dancer right here," he replied, causing Buck to throw the beta a betrayed look, while it was Eddie's turn to give Buck a confused look.
"You do ballet?".
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Or there is an annual dance competition that is held each year for the Fire Department's charity ball and Chimney finally has two dancers. Expect Eddie never knew that his boyfriend was a ballet dancer.
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