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Would die for an Omega!Eddie fic that grapples with the mitigating factor of his asexuality. Eddie hates being an omega (or, at best, doesn't care for it/designations/thinks they're silly), specifically during heats since it's the only time he wants to fuck but only b/c of his biology/he's out of his mind. He's NEVER enjoyed it... until he's in a fuck or die situation (maybe having put off his heat for years?) with alpha!Buck.

ie: demisexual omega Eddie shares his heat w/ alpha Buck & reevaluates everything. Could be AU where they didn't know each other before (meet at a heat center?) or canon-adjacent.

- my kingdom for omegaverse Buddie free of gender essentialism (where omega = women)/over-feminization of Eddie
+ breeding kink/pregnancy is fine so long as avoids the above
++ maybe true mates lore?
+++ really any omegaverse plot trope would work, including arranged/forced marriage! just somebody explore ace + omega Eddie plz (the possibilities!)

Woof

Op here: yes yes yes you are spot on this is exactly what I wanted! Oh ai can't wait to see what else you come up with♥️♥️♥️

This is the sort of thing that could only possibly happen around Buck, Eddie thinks.

All of the disparate pieces are normal enough. Unremarkable. He and Buck are rooming together—temporarily, just until Buck finds his new place, which he's been weirdly insistent about doing even though Eddie has been equally insistent that he can stay as long as he wants or needs. That's one. It's a small house, two bedrooms and a single bathroom between two grown men and a teenager; privacy is limited. That's two.

Chris is at school, and Buck was supposed to be taking Jee to the aquarium today. Eddie's supposed to have the place to himself for a solid few hours. That's three.

He doesn't hear Buck's key in the lock. In the frozen moment after the door swings open, it occurs to Eddie that he really fucking should not be doing this on the couch, or at least he should have put on headphones so it's not immediately obvious exactly what he's doing—was planning on doing—on the couch. His pants are still on, at least. And Buck doesn't have any kids with him, thank fucking christ. Other than that, it's—well, it's about as awkward as he would have expected it to be to have his best friend walk in while Eddie's got his laptop across his knees and a hand rubbing idly over his clothed dick and a x-rated soundtrack blaring.

Okay, not blaring. But it's definitely loud enough that Buck can tell right away what he's watching.

"Uh, sorry," he blurts, when Eddie lets out a yelp and spins toward him, just barely managing to catch the laptop before it can crash to the floor. The door swings shut behind Buck. He's got a grocery bag in his hand and a sheepish expression on his face.

"Yeah, baby, give me that big cock," moans the woman in the video. Eddie lunges to pause it, face burning, but the silence afterwards might actually be worse.

"Um," he says, and stalls out there. Blood is pounding in his ears; his cheeks must be glowing. And as if that's not bad enough, Buck is actually peering over his shoulder like he's curious about what Eddie was watching.

For some insane reason—maybe just because he's frozen like a rabbit when a hawk's shadow passes over—Eddie doesn't slap the laptop shut or snatch it up to flee the room, or possibly the state. And then Buck lets out a laugh and says, "Oh shit, is that the fireman thing?"

"Uh," Eddie says again.

"It's um," Buck snaps his fingers, and then his face lights up. "Fun Fireman Fucks, right? Gotta love the alliteration. You want a beer?"

Eddie blinks at him. Then, blankly, he says, "Yeah."

"Cool. Here." Buck sets the bag down and reaches in to fish out a pair of longnecks, pops the caps off against each other, and hands one to Eddie. Eddie takes it automatically, takes a sip. Buck flops down on the couch next to him in a loose sprawl of limbs, tilts his own beer against his lips, and nods at the laptop. "I don't mind."

"You don't mind?"

"If you wanna play it. Like, I did kinda barge in just now, sorry. Maddie had a thing—I totally forgot."

"I—" Eddie stops. Thinks about pointing out that he was watching porn with the intention of jerking off, and then, for some reason, doesn't say that. As if in a dream, he sets the laptop down on the coffee table, video still open, paused on the scene where a burly, mustached man in a turnout coat and helmet that is definitely not regulation is kneeling, dick out, over a busty, naked brunette. The set is something that might vaguely pass as the inside of an engine. Eddie discovers that he's maybe more embarrassed about that than the porn itself. "You know the site?"

"Hot firefighters, man," Buck says with an easy shrug.

"You are a hot firefighter," Eddie grumbles, still blushing, and Buck laughs, sounding genuinely delighted.

"Look who's talking. Come on, it's just me," he says, like that's an argument or something, and it must work, because when Buck leans across to push play, Eddie doesn't stop him.

Immediately, the sound of moans fills the air. Buck flops back against the couch with his beer, humming appreciatively, and for some reason Eddie doesn't put a stop to this; instead, he takes a sip of his beer, glances at Buck, then at the screen, where the mustached man is sliding his dick into the brunette's mouth. Her moans go choked and deep as she slides her fingers down between her legs to her soaked, shaved pussy.

"I don't know if I buy that people like sucking dick that much," Eddie says, in a tone that comes out astonishingly normal. Almost disinterested, like he's offering a critique of this cheesy fucking porn video. He doesn't even know why he says it. He's always gotten off on going down on women—it's one of his favorite parts of sex. It's not like he really believes it's different the other way around.

"What?" Buck asks. "Wait, really? It's so hot, though."

"Do you—" Eddie stops. Because Buck has in fact sucked dick before, which is a thought that Eddie tries not to approach in general, let alone while they're sitting side by side on the couch, nearly touching each other, watching fucking porn like that's a thing they do together now.

Buck hears it anyway, of course. "I mean yeah. You don't get off on going down on somebody?"

"Yeah, but. I don't know." Eddie blushes. "Forget it, I'm just saying shit."

"No, no, come on," Buck says, leaning forward again. "Hey, is it cool if I change this?"

"Go ahead," Eddie manages, and Buck exits the video. Eddie watches him as he scrolls through the thumbnails, then goes aha under his breath and clicks on a video.

"Okay, it takes a while to get to it but—you don't mind that it's two guys, right?" Buck asks, like an afterthought.

"Um," Eddie says, eyes fixed on the screen, where two men in turnout pants and painted-on t-shirts are kissing hungrily. This set looks like a locker room, the benches conveniently wide and padded. As he watches, one of the guys snakes a hand down and cups the bulge between the other one's legs. Eddie shifts his weight, sips his beer. "No, I don't mind."

"Cool," Buck says, knocking his knee against Eddie's again and then just leaving it there. Eddie glances over at him, the loose sprawl of his long legs, the faint color in his cheeks as he watches. He doesn't look embarrassed, exactly, but. It occurs to Eddie that this is a video Buck has watched before. One that gets him off. "The one dude—the shorter one, with the mustache—he gets, like, so into it. It's hot."

"Mmhm," Eddie manages, and turns back toward the screen. The two men are stripping each other, chests bare, pants undone, pausing to grope each other and kiss at every turn. Then the taller one—dirty blond, no mustache, tattooed and heavily muscled—gets the other one's pants off, pressing him back on the wide bench. The mustached guy's legs fall open as he moans, his bare cock jutting up, and the blond slides a couple of slippery fingers into his ass, which gets him a louder moan.

Eddie shifts his weight, then stops when he sees Buck glance over out of the corner of his eye. He fixes his eyes on the screen, but that's not exactly better. The guy on the bench has his back arched, one hand gripping his own hair, as he rolls his hips. He's not even touching himself, and he's still so hard. The blond shifts, getting a hand under his ass, and rubs a thumb over the underside of his balls as he pushes his fingers deeper. That gets a new noise, a long, drawn-out moan.

Eddie's been half-hard this whole time, even though it all, but now his dick is really taking an interest, straining against his boxer briefs, definitely visible if Buck actually looks at him. He lets out a shaky breath as quietly as he can, then takes a quick sip of his beer to cover for it.

"Fuck, yeah, fuck, fuck, ohhh," the guy groans, deep and gutteral. His hips jerk, and involuntarily, Eddie's do, too.

Buck is definitely looking at him now. Fuck. Fuck.

"He's, uh." Eddie laughs, but it comes out weird. Thin, strained. "He's really into this part."

"Yeah," Buck says. Eddie can't tell if his voice sounds normal or not. Can barely register it over the pounding in his ears.

"I always figured it was just, uh. Just to get ready."

"Get ready?"

"You know." Eddie gestures vaguely with one hand.

"You mean, get ready to take cock," Buck says, and there's something in his voice, challenge or amusement or both, but god help him, Eddie's dick gives a traitorous, obvious twitch at the word cock, in Buck's low voice.

"Yeah," he breathes.

"Can be. But it's a lot of fun on its own, too." Buck shifts, then leans forward to set his beer down. "You've never been fingered?"

"I've never been with a guy," Eddie reminds him.

"So? I've had girls do it for me too."

Jesus. Now that's a mental image. "And you, uh, you like it?"

"Yeah," Buck says. There's another guttural groan from the video. The blond guy is leaning over the other one, holding his thighs open with one big hand while he works three fingers into him, and the other guy is losing his fucking mind. Eddie's hand twitches on his thigh. He forces it to flatten. He's not going to touch himself. He's not. Then Buck says, "I could—if you want to know what it's like."

Eddie jerks, then finally turns to look him in the face. Buck is biting his lip, his cheeks red. He doesn't look like he's joking.

"What?" Eddie asks faintly.

"Like, if you want to try it. You know me, so." And then, incredibly, Buck grins, holds up his hands, like he's displaying them for inspection. Big hands, strong familiar hands with thick, blunt fingers. "Also, I have it on good authority that I'm really fucking good at it."

Whose authority? Eddie almost asks, but he doesn't want to know. The other thing he should say, definitely, is Are you out of your mind, no way.

Instead, what comes out—shaky and obvious—is, "You would want to?"

Buck licks his lips. His eyes track over Eddie, lingering on his crotch, and Eddie almost jerks his hands up instinctively to cover himself. Finally, Buck nods. "Yeah. If you want."

Eddie swallows. "Okay."

"Okay," Buck breathes. "You got lube?"

Christ, okay. Eddie nods, cheeks flaming, and fishes it out from between the couch cushions to hand it to Buck. Their hands touch briefly, and it feels like an electric shock. Eddie twitches. Then they just stare at each other for a second. Moans in the background like a soundtrack. Eddie feels frozen for an agonizing moment.

"This works better if you take your pants off," Buck says, and that breaks it, somehow. Eddie laughs, breathless, and shoves at the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them and his underwear down. Almost as an afterthought, he pulls his shirt off, too, sprawls back naked against the couch.

"Jesus," Buck breathes. It sounds reverent, almost. His hands hover, like he's going to touch Eddie, and Eddie spreads his legs a little, his face hot. He has no idea what he's doing, but the way Buck is looking at him right now—it's a lot.

"Well?" he asks, with a cockiness he doesn't completely feel. "You were gonna show me, right?"

"Give me a second, I'm appreciating the view," Buck says.

"The view would like some more hands-on appreciation," he says, and Buck laughs, sounding startled, and slides off the couch to settle on his knees between Eddie's spread thighs. He leans down to the side to pick up Eddie's discarded t-shirt and tucks it under his ass, his warm hands like an electric thrill.

"Don't wanna get lube on the couch," he says.

Eddie snorts, and almost says something like, oh, i see, but my shirt, that's okay, but then Buck's hands are sliding up the inside of his thighs and what comes out instead is a strangled little gasp.

"You're really sensitive," Buck observes, like it's not obvious, like Eddie isn't achingly hard and obvious right in front of him just from this. It's not really a question, so Eddie doesn't answer, just tilts his head back and breathes as Buck's thumbs settle in the creases of his groin, massaging gently. Nobody has ever touched him like this. Buck's barely even doing anything and he still feels like he's losing his mind.

There's the snick of a cap opening, the obscene squelch of lube, which makes Eddie laugh breathlessly. Buck chuckles too, low, and then his fingers are back, cool and slippery this time.

He takes his time about it. Slides his slippery fingers between Eddie's asscheeks but doesn't press in, not really, just lingers there. Maybe Eddie really is sensitive, or maybe he just never really understood how many nerve endings were there. Buck's warm finger lingers over his hole, slipping in just a little bit, and Eddie's hips twitch. And then it's gone. Buck's palm cups his balls, his knuckles pressed to Eddie's taint. He hasn't touched his cock at all, and that feels—there's a newness to this, being touched like this. Eddie's whole body feels electric.

"Buck," he pleads, ragged already.

"Shh," Buck murmurs. He presses one big hand to the inside of Eddie's thigh, spreading him open even more, and Eddie imagines the sight he must make, naked and desperate, legs spread for Buck to fit between them, and his cock jumps, a blurt of precome rolling down the shaft. Buck gathers it up at the base with his thumb, smearing it, then slides his fingers back.

He starts with one, a slow, careful press, and it feels weird, the intrusion, and it makes Eddie gasp, shaking, as Buck sinks a finger into him, agonizingly slow. Even just that feels like a lot, and then Buck crooks his finger and there's a bloom of something amazing, something that makes Eddie let out a noise he didn't even know he was capable of making.

"There, see?" Buck murmurs. He sounds both amused and awed, and Eddie can only gasp working his hips against it, trying to chase that sensation.

"More," he gasps. "Buck, please."

"God, you're so—" Buck breaks off, slides his finger out. There's another cold blurt of lube, directly on Eddie's hole this time, which makes him jerk and shudder, and then two thick fingers slide into him, and Eddie has to grip at anything he can reach—the couch cushion, his own hair—for mooring.

"Please," he gasps. "Fuck, please, please."

"You really like this," Buck breathes, pushing his fingers deeper, finding that spot again and then just lingering there, tiny incremental movements that are going to drive Eddie insane, probably. Buck's got his thumb tucked under Eddie's balls and his other hand still holding his thigh open, just like in the video, so Eddie can imagine what this looks like, what he looks like, falling apart under Buck's hands.

"Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah."

"I knew you would. I knew—" Buck breaks off. His fingers slide in, then out, a slippery drag that makes Eddie squirm. Then they slide out entirely and he feels so empty. "Can you take another one?"

"Uh huh," he breathes. Fuck. Buck could ask to put his whole hand inside him right now and he thinks he'd agree to it.

"Fuck, okay," Buck says. And then, "Give me your hand."

Eddie holds it out, blindly. Buck squirts lube into his palm. "I—"

"Touch yourself," Buck says, a low, eager rasp in his voice, and Eddie obeys immediately, gets his hand around his stiff, aching cock and moans loudly when Buck presses back in.

Three fingers this time, a stretch that he can feel, a burning ache that almost hurts, that feels so fucking good. He feels so full. He feels so needy, desperate, with three of Buck's thick fingers stuffed in his ass, with Buck's hand holding him open, his own hand moving frantically on his cock. Buck sets up a rhythm that's slower, inexorable, no matter how Eddie shoves back into it, trying to fuck himself onto Buck's fingers.

"So good, look at you, Eddie, you're taking it so good, does it feel good?"

"Yeah," Eddie pants—whines, voice ruined, trembling, "yeah, it's so good, it's so, fuck, please—"

Buck makes a swallowed noise at that, presses deeper, and then just holds there, holds Eddie open, stretched around his fingers, thumb making small movements around the base of his fingers, like he could press that inside too. Eddie clenches around him, gasps, hips moving: pushing his cock up into the tight circle of his fist, feeling the slick drag of Buck's fingers; rocking back down to take them even deeper. He's being loud, he knows, helpless moans spilling out of his mouth, and then Buck shifts slightly, pressing in, in, and that winding tension breaks all of a sudden. Eddie cries out brokenly, hips jerking, as he comes harder than he ever has in his life.

Buck works him through it, holds that line of too much, too much, draws Eddie's orgasm out until he feels shredded and new. When he comes back down from it, trembling, Buck's sliding his fingers out, fumbling with his own pants.

Eddie's limbs still feel like cooked spaghetti, but he manages to fold himself upright enough to see—fuck—Buck's on his knees with his jeans open, the slippery fingers he just had inside Eddie wrapped around his cock as he jerks himself off quick and hard.

"Fuck," Eddie breathes, and Buck looks up at him, looking completely undone for the first time since this started, and so Eddie pitches forward almost without thinking to kiss him.

Buck gasps against his mouth, sounding shocked. And then his free hand is grabbing at Eddie: his shoulder, his hair, the back of his neck, holding him close while Buck pants into his mouth and lets out a low, shuddery moan as he comes.

For a moment, they just breathe, faces still pressed together. Then Buck tilts forward and kisses him again, quick and careful. Eddie kisses him back. Takes another breath. Realizes distantly that the video is still playing, which seems abruptly hilarious.

Buck must notice at the same time, because he dissolves into giggles all at once, fumbles a hand back to slap the laptop shut. And then Eddie's laughing, too, dropping his head onto Buck's shoulder and laughing so hard he can barely breathe.

"So that was, um," Buck says, once he finally manages to calm down a little.

"Yeah," Eddie says. He snorts out another deeply undignified little laugh, then lifts his head.

"Uh, one time thing?" Buck asks.

"Do you want it to be?" Eddie asks. He's aware, suddenly, of how very naked and sticky he is.

"I mean, no, but—"

"Good," Eddie cuts him off. "Me neither."

The smile that blooms on Buck's face is so beautiful that Eddie wants to kiss it, and then he realizes abruptly that he can, so he does. Buck kisses him back, so sweetly.

"Besides," Eddie says, when they break apart. "We never did get around to that blowjob thing."

"Oh, okay, I see how it is," Buck laughs, and he pulls Eddie back in.

Prompt:
https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=272348#cmt272348

Look I don't know WHY but for SOME REASON Eddie and Buck are recreationally watching gay porn As Bros. Maybe it starts as straight (one of them walks in on the other watching during roommates era?) and then they put on gay porn. AnYWaY, Eddie gets squirmy, slowly losing his cool, and Buck goads him into admitting... something. Dealer's choice. Because, naturally, then Buck has to demonstrate/show him...

Fill: Getting Better All the Time
https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=277468#cmt277468

Au where Chim and Bobby die and BuckMaddie get closer to cope and after the baby is born Buck learns he has a lactation kink.
Would love if that's what has them crossing the line from platonic sibs to incest

this is so giggly and sweet and delightful. buck's chill enthusiasm and eddie's keyed up naiveté are just a wonderful mix here.

but now i'm sure buck has so many questions, like, has eddie been keeping lube in the sofa this WHOLE TIME?

omg this is so like them, getting into situations. wow.
and it's so fucking hot. ku-fucking-dos, it's really amazing

Yaaaaaay

I love the way they banter through the build up, so comfortable with each other that it stops seeming strange they could slip into this.

Hi, OP! Do you wanna expand upon the gender essentialism of it all?? Is there anything in specific you don’t wanna see? Do you want the world to be free of omega discrimination a la real word women? I feel very silly about that phrasing but I may or may not have written 2k of this in a fugue state in the past hour and I just wanted to see if what I’ve got hits the mark for you!

Omfg this was my prompt and omfg!!!! Everything I wanted and more??? I am incoherent with joy! Ahhhh. If you add this to AO3 I will bookmark this so fast!

helllooo the idea of buck guiltily jerking off imagining sucking on maddie's engorged tits, getting hard every time she leaks through her bra

MARVELOUS!!!!!!!!!!! This is so fucking hot!!!! What a delightful read!

Real world parallels to actual gender and queer discrimination are great, actually, and something I like in good omegaverse... Just get the ick from fics that reinforce things like omegas being "too emotional," nurturing, natural caretakers etc. Anything too ballerina farm coded (lol)... I've seen a trend in some Buddie omegaverse that gets really weird, re: turning the omega into a literal woman and then reinforcing gender stereotypes. Barefoot & pregnant coded stuff just makes me ??? I am SO EXCITED about your fugue state!!!

power bottom eddie/service top buck. take it in whatever direction you like

I enjoy torture, so what about an Eddie 8x14/8x15 Sick Day/Lab Rats timeloop where he repeats the same 24 hours over and over, determined to save Bobby… but the lesson is he can’t--we can’t change some fates (lolsob)--but we *can* make our peace with them and “fix” other things. We can be there with the person we love (Buck. It’s Buck.) and get through it together.

ie: write Eddie into the storyline for the Contagion arc with a timeloop twist, cockblock that 8x15 Tommy helicopter bullshit (just imagine the first time Eddie finds out about their hookup!), have Eddie and Buck be able to grieve together, etc. Maybe it get crazycakes at some point and Buck is pulled into the loop? Or is also in the loop? Is there fucking during one of the loops? I don’t know. Go wild but make it canon compliant (dead Bobby). OPTIONS!

Puppy Buck fucks Eddie and then eats him out, the dirtier and more desperate the better.

Accidentally double posted on page 14--could you delete the first one? Second one (longer) is the correct one! Sorry to bother you! Technology issues.

I’m obsessed with this! Soooooo good!

oh my friend... we are so very aligned on this topic. also nothing could have explained this to me better than "ballerina farm coded" 🤪😂

i got you. pls hold. 🤭

Dog-coded Buck eating Eddie's ass. Throw in some praise kink if you like!

Either Buddie broke up or never got together, but they have been physically apart for some years.

They meet again after those years and start something new.

Eddie recognizing that they are just like that is hilarious and perfect.

Buck wanting Eddie to feel good and being completely invested in making sure Eddie gets the right instruction and tools is such a Buck thing to do. 😭❤️

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