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amourissima (you used to call me comme ça) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
29 Mar 2026
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“Buck, seriously.” Eddie catches his eye, staring intently, attempting to beam the anxiety straight into Buck’s brain. “I know we’re both playing it cool, but… How are you not freaking out right now? I’m freaking out right now.”
Buck quirks an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t panic.”
“I don’t,” Eddie insists. “But I woke up in the wrong body this morning, and I had to—” He lowers his voice, ducking closer to Buck. “I touched your dick, man. Which—you know.”
A violation of boundaries. A line that can’t be uncrossed. Something Eddie feels deeply guilty about.
“You touched my dick?” Buck asks, approximately one billion decibels louder than necessary.
The room around them stills.
Or: Buck and Eddie switch bodies. Chaos ensues.
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- Part 15 of cjo + 911
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“So,” Buck says, head spinning. He’s really feeling the alcohol now. They definitely should have eaten something before drinking. “No women.”
Eddie fumbles as he sets the bottle down on his bedside table. “No women.”
“What about men?” Buck blurts, which is—crazy, because again: neither of them are gay.
They’re just two straight guys. Two straight guys in Eddie’s bed, tipsy, and—and Eddie doesn’t want to sleep with women. Which means nothing.
Beside him, Eddie goes preternaturally still. “I would know, if I—you know.”
“Okay.” Buck’s hands twitch at his sides. “I—yeah. Me too.”
Then, very seriously, Eddie turns to look at him. “If I were gay, you would be my first call.”
Warmth blooms in Buck’s chest. Eddie’s so nice to him. “Dude,” he says, touched. “You’d be my first call too.”
Or: a story set in season 2 featuring tequila, Just The Tip, and, finally, a kiss.
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- Part 14 of cjo + 911
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Buck: embrace the homo
Eddie: ?
Buck: hope of missing out
like. u know
instead of fomo
(fear of missing out)Eddie: I know what FOMO is.
But sure
Embracing the homo.Buck makes a very embarrassing, somewhat pained noise, on account of being very embarrassed and also in pain.
His phone buzzes again.
Eddie: I didn’t get dressed anyway.
Can’t exactly show up in this haha
[Photo Attachment]OR: Buck and Eddie go to San Francisco for a gala. There, in an unfamiliar city, they embrace the homo.
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- Part 13 of cjo + 911
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She jerks back, ankle knocking against the corner of a barstool, causing her to wince.
Buck blinks, thrown, his hand dropping from her chin. “Hey—what? Did I—”
Shaking her head, she smiles. “No, just—later. I’m— Buck, I’m covered in someone else’s blood. Feels like a bad call for a first kiss.”
Buck stares at her blankly for a beat. Then, softly, he says, “Eddie.”
Her nose scrunches. “I know. It’s— second kiss. Technically. But—”
“Eddie,” he cuts in, “I brought up marriage five minutes into this date. I asked if you thought Bobby would officiate. I live in your house. I’m in your will, and have been for— half a decade.”
or: Buck and Eddie’s first date has gone a little sideways, but is far from ruined.
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when the rain washes you clean (you'll know) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
11 Mar 2026
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Buck’s single, to boot, so he’s probably missing it. The small touches, the quiet intimacy of doing something as ordinary as showering together. Having someone take care of him.
Because that’s what Eddie’s doing. He’s taking care of him.
And apparently, Buck’s dick likes that. Buck’s dick, that Eddie is still making eye contact with.
It twitches, and Eddie blinks at it in Morse code.
S.O.S.
Buck makes a small noise, and Eddie, finally, tears his eyes away. He doesn’t trust himself to speak, so he bites his tongue.
“Sorry,” Buck says quickly. His cheeks are ruddy, blush spreading around the rough scrapes. “S-sorry, it’s just—it’s been a while, and the cast—and, you know, I’m right-handed, so I can’t, and sh-sharing a bed, it’s—”
“It’s fine,” Eddie says. His voice comes out clipped, which is not what he wants. Softer, but no less awkward, he says again, “It’s fine. It happens.”
OR: Buck falls off a cliff. Eddie isn’t there to catch him, but he is there to pick up the pieces.
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- Part 12 of cjo + 911
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cj and jo's collabs! these fics are all unconnected and can be read on their own :)
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cjo + hr by beetlesandstars, Junks_food, kryptonian
Fandom Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
19 Feb 2026
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cj and jo's collabs! these fics are all unconnected and can be read on their own :)
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the tboy buck universe - not all my tboy buck fics, but just the ones that fit into this little sphere :)
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Tilting his head, Eddie allows, “Alright. You’re a vampire.” He takes a sip, lets it burn down into his belly, then challenges, “Prove it.”
In this kind of light, low and close, the birthmark on Buck’s temple bleeds over his eye, seems to stand out stark against his skin. Eddie focuses on it for a moment as Buck’s brow crinkles, furrowing like he can’t understand what Eddie’s saying.
“Prove it?” he echoes.
“Yeah, prove it.” Eddie readjusts himself, as if he’s settling in to be Buck’s audience for this grand performance. With a sweep of his free hand, the shadow of his arm cutting across the lantern-lit room, he tells him, “Prove you’re a vampire, and I’ll believe you.”
or: buck's a cowboy with a secret. eddie's a rancher with a goal.
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- Part 1 of love stronger than the fear of death
Bookmarked by kryptonian
17 Mar 2026
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Buck squirms in place, shuffling to press his closed thighs closer together. His eyes flick from Eddie’s face down to his cunt, then back again; his hands flex on his thighs, fingers uncurling then bunching up into fists, and Eddie abruptly understands.
“You can touch,” he tells him.
The dam breaks, and Buck dives in, one broad hand catching Eddie under the knee, guiding his strong leg over one of Buck’s broad shoulders. The fingers of his other hand disappear into his mouth for a moment. When they come out, they’re blood-red with his saliva.
“Fuck,” Eddie breathes.
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Buck barely notices that Eddie is still standing at the door, watching him, until he pipes up and says, “Hey, what else do you think straight guys do?”
He raises his head to look at him, and, finally, realizes that Eddie has barely moved. “Um, what?”
“You said you’re feeling straight right now,” Eddie says. “We’re playing pretend. What do you think they do?”
Male bonding, probably.
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“Thought we were sleeping,” Buck giggles into the pillow under his head as Eddie blindly grabs his tits from behind.
“Can’t stop thinking about your fat tits, though,” Eddie mumbles, forgoing his usual nipple teasing to get straight into grabbing and squeezing Buck’s pecs like a seal horn. “No way I can sleep under these conditions.”
“Oh, is that right?” Buck smiles, grinding his ass back into the pressure and puffing his chest out into the attention.
“Pretty sure I need to fuck your tits before I can sleep.”
OR; yes, technically, its bedtime. but eddie has an obsession with his husband's gorgeous pecs and buck is more than happy to entertain him
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“Yeah, you like this—you love this,” Buck pants. “Drooling, and uh—and whining—huge cock deep in your ass, a big, uh—a big, buff man holding you down, making you—“
“—yes,” Eddie interrupts before he’s even had enough time to consciously process any of the words—it’s just… it’s all he can do—to nod, to repeat that word over and over again. “Yes—yeah, yeah.”
“Oh, that’s it,” Buck concludes, triumphant—raspy, breathy, and fucked out—but triumphant, nonetheless.
“Uh-huh,” Eddie nods.
“That’s, uh—that’s two-hundred-and-thirty pounds last time I checked,” he says. “Nine inches,” he bites on the next grind. “You feel that, huh? All man, baby.”
Bookmarked by kryptonian
05 Mar 2026
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“Might, uh—might have to patch this wall up, you feel that?” Buck asks, next. Eddie is too out of it to figure out what exactly he’s talking about—maybe the drywall is snowing down onto them—it probably is; he doesn’t care right now—can’t care. “This, uh—this place wasn’t made for two…” he trails off on the next grind, Eddie’s breath catching when he feels an open-mouthed, filthy kiss placed to the tender, sweaty skin right behind his ear. “…big…” Another one, just a bit below it, teeth scraping now, just enough to have a shiver run down the length of Eddie’s spine. “…strong…” Another one. “…sweaty men…” Another one. “…fucking each other raw,” he finishes with another bite to his earlobe. Eddie thinks he’s shaking now—all of him, not just his thighs.
“Guess, uh…” Eddie manages—somehow; it’s raspy, and unsteady, but it’s there. “…guess I don’t seem the type,” he grunts—and he’s not even sure what he means, himself—not sure where he’s trying to steer them.
“Guess you don’t,” Buck picks up without a beat, squeezing his hands even tighter; at this rate, they might end up with bruises around their knuckles. They should be so lucky. “But you are,” he pants, then.
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Buck is concerned for Eddie's pleasure. Eddie doesn't seem to mind.
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"And for you?" Buck asks, transfixed. "What about for your pleasure?"
"I still got to come," Eddie says. "It was fine, you know? I'd get her off, and then there wasn't a ton of friction for me, but I could—" he gestures vaguely, "—cross the finish line."
"You don't—" Buck says sharply. He looks bothered. Eddie can't figure out what's upsetting him. He's not the one with the micro. "Eddie, you deserve to feel good, not just fine. You should fuck something tight, so you know how it feels! You should—" his eyes go wide, before his expression hardens into determination. "Eddie, you should fuck me."
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19 Oct 2025
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"C-close—" Buck stutters out. Eddie can feel it, the way Buck's cock twitches between them, the steady stream of pre-come growing heavier.
Eddie grins wildly and leans to kiss his collarbone. "Aw, are you gonna come on my dick? Can't handle it? That's okay, baby, you should come if you want to."
Like a trigger, Buck snaps, a quiet sob accompanying the flood of come which coats their stomachs. Eddie isn't far behind, tipping over a precipice he hadn't realized was fast approaching. He spills inside Buck, warm and wet and harder than he's ever come in his life.