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livvibee · 4 years

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Let it Simmer

Pairing: Starker

Rating: Explicit (E)

Notes: This fic fulfills my “edging” square for @starkercestevent 2020 bingo.

Length: 5.5k~

Warnings: underage, Uncle/Nephew incest, oral sex, edging

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Peter was brimming with excitement as he packed his overnight bag. He’d gotten his birthday wish, a weekend visiting his Uncle Tony. “Just us guys,” Peter thought to himself happily. Even though they lived in the same city, his uncle was so busy running Stark Industries that visits were few and far between. Peter missed the one-on-one time with the only male role model in his life.

“Peter! Tony’s here! It’s time to go!” His Aunt May’s voice carried up the stairs to his room. Peter hustled to grab everything he needed and hurriedly zipped the bag after shoving in his clothes. He took the stairs down two a time in his eagerness.

“Uncle Tony!” Peter cried out as he barreled into his uncle’s arms.

“There’s my favorite nephew!” Tony said, wrapping his arms around Peter. “You ready to go kiddo, got everything you need?”

“Yup! I’m ready!” Peter chirped, looking up at Tony, searching his familiar face for warmth and comfort.

Peter reluctantly peeled himself out of Tony’s grip to say goodbye to his aunt. After a thoroughly embarrassing session of hair smoothing and cheek kissing he was released to slide into the passenger seat of his uncle’s Audi.

“So, what are we getting into this weekend?” Peter looked across at his uncle’s defined jawline as he spoke.

“Well, I thought I’d teach you your grandma’s pasta sauce recipe. She taught me for the first time when I was about your age. I know Mom would have loved the chance to pass it down to you herself.”

When they got back to Tony’s penthouse at the top of Stark Tower, they ordered a pizza for dinner and settled into the couch. Peter naturally gravitated into Tony’s side, cuddling up with a full belly with a thick blanket draped over them. As the movie played on Peter relaxed, breathing in the scent of his uncle’s cologne and drifting off to sleep.

Peter was torn from his dreams of confident hands and kind brown eyes on Saturday morning by a gentle rapping at the door.

“Petey? You up, hun? It’s almost ten already.” Tony’s voice called from the hallway.

He blinked up in confusion, realizing he was in his usual guest room in Tony’s penthouse, and not still on the couch. He peeked under the blankets only to find himself in his underwear and shirt from the day before, with a problem. A hard, sticky, pushing-against-his-briefs type of problem.

“Oh, no,” Peter said with dismay, before calling out, “Just a minute, Uncle Tony!”

He’d only been waking up with a boner in the morning for a few months, and it had to happen here and now of all places?

Peter screwed his eyes shut and tried to think of the least sexy things he could. Old Mr. Jenkins down the hall in his 70s workout shorts, stoichiometry, Mrs. Whitehead’s too thin dresses in the front of the classroom, showing the line of her granny panties every time she faced the board… Ugh nothing was working! Another tap on the door spurred Peter into action. He rolled out of the bed and grabbed for the thick, plush robe that lived on the back of the guest room door, wrapping and tying it securely around his slim frame.

“Coming!” He called out, before he opened the door and drank in the sight of his uncle, still pajama clad this late in the morning, soft plaid pants wrapped tight around the thickness of his thighs, henley shirt rucked up where Tony scratched idly at his abs with one hand. “H- hi!” Peter squeaked out, suddenly feeling shy.

Tony thankfully ignored his flaming face. “Good morning, kiddo! You should get ready, I’m going to get breakfast started. How do pancakes sound to you?”

“That sounds great!” Peter enthused. “Let me just change and I’ll be right out.”

“Okay Pete, but don’t take too long.” Tony directed fondly, before turning and walking down the hallway toward the kitchen.

Peter practically slammed the door and ran into the ensuite bathroom, eager to rid himself of his little problem. As it turned out, it really didn’t take him long at all.

Later that day, Tony declared it was time to teach Peter the secret family recipe. Peter watched with wide eyes as Tony’s calloused hands gracefully minced the onion and garlic. Why was he suddenly blushing? Were those butterflies flying around in his stomach?

“W- Wow, Uncle Tony,” Peter stammered, “you’re so good at chopping!”

“Thanks, Kiddo,” Tony said slowly, searching Peter’s reddened face as he spoke, “it comes from practice. You’ll be able to do this one day. Here, come over and let me show you.”

Tony pulled Peter over to stand in front of him at the counter and bracketed the boy in with his arms, leaning over him to show him the best way to handle a knife. Peter felt like he was melting, feeling his uncle’s beard brushing on the side of his cheek.

“You’re gonna hold the knife like this, and make sure to tuck your fingers under where you’re holding the onion. Now we’re just rocking the knife back and forth. Good boy, that’s exactly right.” Tony’s voice was low and intimate as he gently guided Peter through chopping the rest of the onion.

Peter was weak in the knees as he whispered, “Th- thanks, Uncle Tony.”

Tony took a step back and moved beside Peter, who was still standing frozen at the counter. He took the cutting board from Peter, scraping the contents into the pot to sizzle away merrily in the heated olive oil.

“Now,” Tony said, “we let this cook down, and then we’ll add the spices before the tomatoes.”

Peter could barely hear him over his own internal panicking. He was hard. He was so hard. Peter had no idea why or what to do or say. He was almost near tears and started to sniffle a bit.

Tony reached over to ruffle Peter’s hair. “Did the onions get you buddy? No shame in that, I tear up myself when cutting up a big batch. Here, why don’t you add the spices?”

Peter numbly reached for the spices they’d measured out earlier, careful to keep himself angled away from his uncle, and dumped them into the pot.

“Good boy!” Tony praised again.

Peter’s breath caught in his throat, and he coughed out his thanks, feeling his uncle’s shrewd eyes drilling into the side of his head.

“Peter…” Tony’s voice trailed off. “Come a little closer, I really want you to see what this looks like, so you’ll know when it’s time to add the tomatoes.” Tony reached his arm around Peter’s shoulders and pulled him close to his side. Peter had to suppress a whimper of fear and pleasure as they leaned over the pot together. “You see how the onions are getting transparent? That means they’re almost done. Now, give this a good whiff.”

The sharp smell of the onions and garlic had transformed into something rounder and delicious as they cooked, and Peter could smell the spices they’d added in the scent. “It smells amazing, Uncle Tony. Do we add the tomatoes now?”

“That’s right!” Tony sounded proud. “You’re catching on so quickly, Pete.”

Peter felt his blush deepen at his uncle’s words, and watched as he added the crushed tomatoes and stirred them in. “When will it be ready?”

“Well, it’s going to take at least a few hours of simmering first.” Tony paused and considered his next words. “We have to let the flavors come together. Sometimes Pete... Waiting makes things all the better. We’ll have it for dinner tonight.”

Peter was anxious to get some space to calm down. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom,” he announced.

“Okay, kiddo, you know where it is.”

Peter hustled his way into the bathroom, hoping against hope that his uncle couldn’t see how hard he was inside his jeans. He was so anxious to get away that he didn’t notice how Tony watched him go, with a calculating look on his face. Peter collapsed onto the lid of the toilet and took a deep breath, trying to soothe his nerves. What was wrong with him? It almost felt like the crush he’d had on the older girl down the hall last year, but he’d never gotten hard just by being around her. Peter paled at the realization.

“Oh my God, I have a monster crush on my uncle…” He whispered to himself. “I’m disgusting…”

Peter let the words settle in the room, sitting motionless on the toilet with his head in his hands, trying to cry as silently as possible. He tried to slow down his tears and breathing, but the reality of being a total pervert kept popping into his head, causing the tears to flood from his eyes again.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Tony’s inquiry came with a gentle knock on the door.

Hearing his uncle’s concern only made him cry harder.

“Shit,” Tony said from outside the bathroom. “Peter, I’m coming in, okay?” The door opened and Tony rushed to Peter’s side. He slid down onto his knees next to Peter. “Hey, Kiddo,” he said while brushing tears away from Peter’s cheeks, “what’s wrong?”

“You’re gonna hate me!” Peter sobbed.

“Oh bambino,” Tony soothed, “whatever it is, I could never hate you.”

Peter shook his head stubbornly as Tony pulled him into a bear hug.

“C’mon kid, talk to me,” Tony coaxed.

“Uncle Tony,” Peter cried out, “I- I- I can’t say it!”

Tony rocked Peter back and forth. “Shhh, baby, it’s okay… Is this about what happened in the kitchen?”

Peter’s head popped up in shock as he sobbed out, humiliation burning inside him. “You know? You know how I got... “ He continued in a small voice. “You know how I got… hard?”

“Oh, Petey. When I was your age a stiff breeze got me hard.” Tony laughed a little. “You can’t help it, any more than you can help needing to breathe. Is this all you’re upset about?”

“No, it was you!” Peter’s confession burst out of his chest. “It was because of you I got hard, and you’re going to hate me now that you know.”

Tony only hugged him tighter. “Shhh, it’s okay, bambino. Look at me, do I look like I’m mad or that I hate you?”

Peter looked in his uncle’s warm brown eyes. All he could find was love and concern beaming out in his direction. “N- no,” Peter sniffled, “you look like you love me.”

“That’s right, I love you so much. I could never ever hate you. Never never never.” Tony kept rocking Peter back and forth as he spoke, and running his fingers through Peter’s soft wavy hair. He waited until Peter’s sobbing stopped to continue. “Can you keep a secret, Pete? Just between us guys?”

“Y- yes.” Peter hiccoughed slightly as he answered.

“Sometimes Peter…” Tony confessed slowly, still carding his hand through Peter’s hair. “Sometimes you make me hard too.”

“I do?!” Peter blurted out in shock.

“You’re a very attractive young man, Peter…” Tony sounded a little jealous as he said, “I’m sure in a few years you’ll be fending people off with a stick.”

Peter was still processing that he could make a man like his uncle hard, or be attractive with his shrimpy little body.

“You can always come to me with anything, Pete,” Tony soothed, “even this.”

“Even this?” Peter was shocked. “You mean… I can come to you for help… For help if you make me hard?”

Tony chuckled. “That’s right, for anything, even if I make you hard, and you want me to help. All you have to do is ask.”

Peter was dazzled by the images that flooded into his head. Those competent hands wrapped around him, holding him close, maybe even kissing him. As the ideas came to him, suddenly his boner was back in full force. Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Tony’s genius perception quickly picked up on Peter’s squirming. “That offer is good now,” he offered with a smirk.

Peter gathered up all his courage to ask, “Uncle Tony, will you help me?”

“I’d be happy to, Pete!” Tony smiled proudly at his nephew.

Like a switch flicked, suddenly the mood in the bathroom changed from melancholy disbelief to sultry heat. Tony stood and hauled Peter up from his seat, making him squawk in surprise and instinctually wrap his legs around his uncle’s waist.

“There you go kiddo, just hang on.” Tony sounded perfectly normal, not even out of breath as he walked out of the bathroom with Peter held up in his arms. “This is hardly the place for the kind of help I’m going to give you.”

Peter’s head was spinning as he was carried through the penthouse toward his uncle’s bedroom. His hard-on was trapped against the solid wall of Tony’s abs and it took all his self control not to rut against him like a puppy. Peter leaned his head against Tony’s neck and nuzzled into him, smelling his woodsy musky cologne and underneath a delicious scent that was all Tony.

Tony shouldered the bedroom door open and quickly made his way across to the huge, custom made bed in the center of the room. He gently set Peter down on the bed, and crawled up on the bed himself before tugging Peter into his arms.

“Let’s talk for a sec, kiddo. Tell me what you want to happen here. Remember, all you have to do is ask me, and I’ll give it to you.”

If Peter wasn’t blushing already, he was now. “Will you kiss me? And touch me?”

Tony smiled and leaned in. “Of course. Let’s start with that kiss.”

Peter tilted his chin up hopefully and was rewarded by the gentle touch of his uncle’s lips. Peter moaned a little at how good it felt, and Tony responded by deepening the kiss, tracing his tongue across Peter’s lips and slipping it inside. Peter felt dizzy, he’d never been kissed at all before and the rush of desire he felt was intoxicating.

Tony licked at the inside of Peter’s mouth before drawing away to ask, “Doing okay, kiddo?”

Peter blinked in confusion, trying to clear his spinning head. “‘M good,” he said dopily.

“Good, good,” Tony cooed, “how do you feel about taking off our shirts?”

“It’s okay, sounds good to me,” Peter replied tentatively.

Tony helped Peter sit up on the edge of the bed, then pulled off both of their shirts. Peter gasped as he took in his uncle’s cut figure, reaching out with tentative hands to trace the hard muscles at his core, and gently stroke across his chest.

“Wow, Uncle Tony… Do you work out?”

Tony laughed. “I sure do, kiddo, I have a very well paid personal trainer who keeps me in shape.”

Peter looked down at his own soft and slim form. “Is it okay that I’m not like you?”

Tony reached out and caressed Peter’s arms and shoulders. “You’re perfect just the way you are, Pete.”

Peter gasped at the skin on skin contact as Tony gathered him onto his lap, brought their hips together, and kissed him deeply again. Peter grew bolder as the kiss went on, and twirled his tongue around Tony’s, participating eagerly. Unconsciously Peter’s hips started rocking back and forth, rubbing against his uncle’s answering hardness. Tony lowered his hands from Peter’s waist to grab at his perfectly round bubble butt, rocking him back and forth in a slow rhythm. Peter felt like the kiss went on for hours and lost himself in the grinding of their hips together. He could feel Tony’s hard on rubbing against his own, and moaned into the kiss as his dick leaked and twitched inside his jeans, rutting his hips more erratically against Tony’s.

Tony used his grip on Peter’s ass to slow their grinding down. “Hey there, champ, you getting close to the finish line already?”

Peter blushed and hid his face in Tony’s neck. “Sorry, Uncle Tony.”

“Oh baby, you don’t need to be sorry.” Tony kissed the top of Peter’s head. “It’s just that sometimes,” Tony purred, “it’s better to let it simmer.”

The butterflies in Peter’s stomach were back and flying around like crazy. “L- like the sauce?”

“That’s right.” Tony grinned wide. “Want me to show you?”

Peter whimpered, “Yes!” He wanted anything and everything Uncle Tony had to show him.

Tony moved them on the bed, making Peter sit on the edge while Tony knelt on the floor in front of him.

“Put your hands behind your back, Peter.” Tony’s voice was smooth and confident as he coaxed Peter into position.

The boy blinked owlishly before reaching his hands behind his back and locking one wrist in a tentative grip. “Like this?” Peter asked tentatively, leaning back naturally and displaying the tent in his jeans.

“Exactly right, that’s a good boy.” Tony cooed, just to watch his adorable nephew’s eyelashes flutter at the praise. “Now, tell me Petey, do you ever touch yourself? Maybe in the shower, or at night when you’re all alone in your room?”

Peter blushed scarlet thinking of how he touched himself this morning, and ducked his head. “Yes- yes, sometimes I do.”

“Good, good. I’m gonna touch you just like that, but you have to promise to tell me when you get close to finishing, okay?”

The promise sounded simple enough to Peter, so he nodded in agreement, still looking down at his lap nervously. Peter startled as Tony’s hand gently tipped up his chin, forcing him to make eye contact.

“Hey, kiddo, are you sure you want to do this?” Tony’s voice was gentle as he checked in with his nephew. “We can stop any time you want.”

“No!” Peter blurted out. “I want to keep going, I promise!”

Tony smiled and ruffled Peter’s hair. “Okay then, bambino, let’s get this show on the road.”

Tony rubbed both hands soothingly on Peter’s denim clad thighs, starting out light then increasing the pressure. Peter gasped as tingles trailed in the wake of his uncle’s hands.

“That feels nice,” Peter confessed.

Tony laughed. “I’m about to make you feel even nicer. Lift up a little for me.”

Peter obediently braced to lift his hips, letting Tony unbutton and slide the boy’s jeans down gently, leaving them in a puddle by the side of the bed. His throbbing cock slapped against the softness of his stomach, petite, flushed a delicate pink, and leaking at the tip.

“Um…” Peter started to curl in on himself before remembering to keep his hands behind his back.

“Doing okay, kiddo?” Tony asked.

Peter could feel his blush traveling from his face down his chest. “I just… I’ve never been naked like this with someone before.”

Tony gently stroked Peter’s cheek with one reverent hand, letting it trail down to his hairless chest. “You’re beautiful. Look how soft and pretty you are.”

“Th- thank you, Uncle Tony,” Peter squeaked out.

Tony reached out with his other hand and spanned across Peter’s chest, rubbing his hard nipples with practiced thumbs. Peter squirmed as he felt heat building in his stomach, tension already starting to coil behind where his dick stood proudly from between the apex of his thighs. His head fell back and his lips opened as a steady stream of gasps and moans fell out of his mouth. Tony tweaked Peter’s nipples, gently at first, then increased the pressure until Peter cried out.

“Does that feel good baby?” Tony cooed over Peter’s cries.

“Ah- ah- yes, yes it feels good.” Peter bit out, tension in his face as he processed the combination of pleasure and pain.

Tony released his grip on Peter’s pebbled nipples and flicked them back and forth a few times before running his hands greedily down Peter’s slim chest, gently exploring his nephew’s developing form. He skimmed the sparse patch of hair above Peter’s already needy dick, then traced over the sensitive patches of skin above his hips. Peter wiggled at the tickle-pleasure-giggle feeling as Tony moved back to Peter’s thighs, carefully bypassing his straining prick.

Peter’s patience was quickly running out. “Uncle Tony,” he panted, “aren’t you gonna touch me there?”

Tony laughed lightly. “Touch you where, bambino?” He slid his hands down to Peter’s delicate ankles and held them firmly grasped in his hands. “Here?”

“No!” Peter burst out before his voice lowered in embarrassment. “My- my dick. Aren’t you gonna touch my dick?”

“Hmm… You’re a greedy boy aren’t you?” Tony smiled a sharp grin. “Why don’t you try asking me nicely, Pete?”

“Oh!” Peter said, catching onto the rules of a game he’d never played before. “P- please, Uncle Tony, please touch my dick.”

“So polite,” Tony crooned, running his hands back up Peter’s sparsely furred legs toward his hardness.

Tony wrapped one hand around Peter’s erection, holding it firmly in his grasp. Peter’s hips bucked up into his uncle’s grip, chasing the friction and heat.

“Ah, hang on, kiddo,” Tony gently scolded, “let me do the work here. You just have to sit there and enjoy it. You remember the rule right?”

Peter nodded. “I hafta tell you when I’m close.”

“Good boy, that’s exactly right.” Tony practically purred.

Peter flushed again under the praise and shifted his hips restlessly where his length was still firmly wrapped in his uncle’s hand. Tony pumped his hand slowly, spreading the leaking precum down the boy’s shaft.

Peter gasped at the feeling of tight friction around his dick. Having someone else touch him felt so different from his own hand, like electricity pinging around his nerves. Peter’s stomach tensed and quivered as that coiling feeling built back up, up, up after only a few firm strokes.

“‘M close,” Peter slurred from his open mouth.

Tony chuckled. “Already, pretty boy? Hold off for me, for just one more minute.”

His uncle continued stroking firmly, watching Peter’s face tense and his jaw clench as he tried to be good and hold back from the edge.

“Unc’l Tony,” Peter whined, “I’m gonna, I’m gonna!”

Tony pulled his hand away from Peter’s prick at the last second, soaking up his whines and moans, watching his hardness twitch fruitlessly in the air.

Peter was already close to tears as his orgasm was cut off so suddenly.

“Shhh bambino, it’s okay. Just calm down a little for me, remember? We’re letting it simmer.”

Peter’s eyes were still screwed shut. He startled as Tony leaned forward and kissed him deeply, wrapping a hand around his throat and another in his hair, tilting Peter’s head to the perfect angle to ravish his mouth.

“Such a good boy,” Tony murmured against Peter’s lips, “you’re being so good for me. You just sit right here with your eyes closed and stay good.”

Peter could feel the air currents stir as Tony got up from his seat beside the bed and walked away. He was only gone a moment, and quickly returned to his seat. Peter heard an unfamiliar click then yelped as he felt cold liquid being dripped onto his throbbing dick.

Tony carded his fingers through Peter’s hair as he spoke. “There we go, we’re gonna make this even better for you, baby boy.”

“What- what was that?” gasped Peter, still reeling from the coldness against where he was running so hot.

“Just a lil slick, to make this easier on your pretty little pecker.” Tony punctuated his words by sliding a single finger around the sensitive head of Peter’s little cock, circling around over and over till Peter thought he might scream. “That feel good, Petey?”

“Yes,” Peter hissed, “it feels good!”

Tony smiled. “So responsive… I love that about you.”

Peter was on fire as his uncle lightly teased the tip of his leaking, needy dick. Tony was gently and inexorably drawing Peter back to the edge of ecstasy. His balls were drawing up already, hips shifting, trying not to buck up to get more contact.

“Uncle Tony, I’m- I’m close.”

Tony pulled his hand back and rubbed soothingly on Peter’s bare thighs. “That’s a good boy, thank you for telling me.”

Peter whimpered as the praise went straight to his head, his prick leaked more precum and twitched in the air untouched. He was crying for real now, tears of frustration leaking down his face.

Tony waited until the movements of Peter’s hips stopped and his core unclenched before reaching for the boy’s hairless balls and rolling them around gently in his sack. Peter gasped, he’d never paid much attention to this area when jerking off, and was unprepared for how sensitive they could be. He spread his legs a little wider to give Tony better access, and was rewarded by fingers pressing firmly against the sensitive skin below his balls.

“F- fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Peter cried out, the pressure coiling in his gut suddenly springing tighter, dick slapping untouched against his stomach as his hips bucked uncontrollably.

“Tssk, listen to that foul mouth,” Tony chided playfully, gently tugging Peter’s balls down from where they were rising up.

“Sorry, Uncle Tony,” Peter panted, “it just feels so good."

Tony kept the pressure on that sensitive patch of skin and rolled the palm of his hand around the weeping head of Peter’s cock. He slowly moved his hand to grip around Peter’s shaft before pumping slowly.

Peter was on fire, sweat prickling under his arms and behind his knees. He’d never waited so long to cum before and the tension was swirling through his body again, coiling in his gut, coalescing in a pool of heat attached to his throbbing cock. Peter’s head was thrown back, mouth wide open as he fought against moving his hips up into Tony’s grasp. He was entirely unprepared for the feeling of a hot tongue lapping at the slit of his dick.

“Ah! Close, close!” Peter sobbed.

Tony drew back and laughed. “You taste so good, Petey. I think I’ll have some more.”

Peter’s toes curled as his uncle suddenly swallowed Peter’s slim length down to the root, surrounding him in scorching liquid heat. He could feel Tony’s tongue pressing his dick against the roof of his mouth, bobbing his head and sucking hard.

“Fuck, fuck!” Peter screamed out. “Uncle Tony, stop, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

Peter looked down desperately at his uncle who didn’t seem to be stopping. Like Tony could feel his gaze, he peered up at Peter through long dark lashes, and winked, while still bobbing his head on Peter’s prick. His self control broke. Peter’s hands flew from behind his back and gripped at Tony’s hair in a futile attempt to ground himself against the waves of pleasure shooting through his young body. Tony let out a groan of surprise that vibrated around Peter’s dick, ratcheting the tension in Peter’s core to new heights.

Peter howled to the ceiling as a wave of lightning overtook his slim form, curling forward around Tony’s head as his hips moved up repeatedly into Tony’s hot mouth. White blanked out his vision and his body stiffened as he began to shoot spurts of hot cum into his uncle’s welcoming mouth. Tony swallowed down everything Peter had to offer, and kept sucking on Peter’s hardness even after his orgasm was complete, until Peter was flinching and sobbing and trying to get away from his mouth. Tony pulled off Peter’s dick with a wet pop, rubbing soothingly against Peter’s thighs and pressing sweet kisses to all the skin he could reach.

“Shh, that’s a good boy,” Tony cooed, “You’re so good for me, baby. You wanna keep being good?”

Peter was laid flat on the bed, knees still spread over the edge, panting in the aftermath with a spinning head. He raised back on his elbows to look at his uncle. Tony stood up as he spoke, and there was a huge, intimidating bulge right at eye level.

Peter gulped in nervous apprehension. “What- What do you want me to do.”

Tony dropped back down to his knees, caressing Peter’s legs. “Oh, baby, no, we don’t have to do anything else. You’re just so sexy, and you made me so hard. I can’t help but want you.”

Peter squirmed a little on the bed. “Well, it’s only fair, right?” He asked his uncle.

Tony grinned a little. “You’re right, it would be fair for you to help me.”

Peter gathered his courage and smiled back. “Will you help me?”

“Remember, Petey? I’ll always help you.”

Suddenly Peter felt silly for being so worried just moments before. “Okay, Uncle Tony, I want to help you too.”

“There’s my good boy.” Tony smiled up at Peter proudly. “You just have let me use your hands, just like you’d use them when you touch yourself.”

Tony unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his thighs. Peter gasped at the sight of his uncle’s cock. It was so much bigger than his, flushed a ruddy red, and springing from a nest of close cropped dark curls at the base. His balls were hanging heavily below the shaft, which poked straight up in the air. The tip glistened slightly with precum, and Peter felt his mouth fill with saliva at the sight.

Peter leaned forward and offered his hands to his uncle. Tony gently grasped them in his own and wrapped them around his hardness. Peter marveled at the feel of silk over steel, tightening his grip involuntarily as he felt the desperate throbbing in his uncle’s cock.

“Yes-” Tony hissed out, “that’s a good boy, Peter, you’re doing exactly right.”

Peter pumped his hands curiously, observing the heat on Tony’s face, listening to him moan low in his throat.

“Can you go a little faster, baby boy?”

Peter nodded eagerly and moved his hands up and down in a rapid rhythm. Tony was cursing under his breath as his hips bucked into Peter’s grip.

“Fuck kid,” he swore, “your little hands feel so good wrapped around me.”

Tony looked up at him, desperation all over his face. “Peter… Do you want to taste me like I tasted you?”

Peter mulled over the question in his mind, recalling how he felt somehow hungry at the first glimpse of his uncle’s cock. He quickly nodded, too shy to voice the words, and stopped his pumping to offer a hand.

Tony didn’t need the help. He quickly stood, pants still hanging around his thighs and pulled Peter forward on the bed in one smooth motion.

Peter stared at the cock pointing directly toward his mouth. He grabbed it with one hand, and flicked his tongue out to experimentally lick the flared head. Peter mused at the flavor of musk and slightly bitter precum before swirling his tongue around it, just like Uncle Tony had swirled his finger around Peter. Tony gasped, and his dick twitched up in Peter’s grasp. Peter smiled to himself and kept licking eagerly, loving the idea of returning pleasure to his uncle.

“Shit, shit, you’re such a good boy Petey. You’re doing such a good job licking. Can you put it in your mouth and suck? That’s all you have to do.”

Peter nodded around Tony’s straining cock, tasting more precum flowing from the tip as he did. He carefully wrapped his lips over his teeth, and popped the head of Tony’s dick in his mouth, feeling like the flared tip was taking up all the available space. Peter sucked cautiously around the intrusion before becoming more comfortable, and sucking harder. Tony reached down and started jerking his shaft roughly and with the ease of long practice, grunting deeply with every stroke.

“Oh fuck, here it comes. Fuck baby, you’re being so good.” Tony let out a long moan and pulled his cock out of Peter’s mouth with a low pop. “Just- just- shut your eyes and stay- right- there-”

Peter did as he was told, and could feel long, hot stripes of cum splashing across his face. He cautiously opened his eyes when they stopped, and saw his Uncle standing in front of him with flushed cheeks and a slowly softening cock.

“Aw, kiddo I got you so dirty, but you look so pretty.” Tony reached forward and traced the edge of one of the lines of cum with his thumb. “It’s a shame, but let’s get you cleaned up.”

Tony reached down and scooped Peter up for the second time that day to carry him into the bathroom. Tony set his nephew on the bathroom counter and dampened a soft cloth to erase the evidence of their help.

“You are so good bambino, you did such a good job for me.”

Peter squirmed under the gentle touches and wrinkled his nose as his uncle gently cleaned his face. “Uncle Tony…”

Tony lifted the cloth to look Peter in the eyes. “What is it Petey? Everything okay?”

“Can- Can we keep this a secret, just between us guys?”

Tony laughed and wrapped his arms around Peter, kissing the top of his mussed curls before he spoke. “Of course baby boy, what happens at Uncle Tony’s should stay at Uncle Tony’s.” Tony finished wiping Peter’s face and pressed a series of kisses across his clean skin. “There we go champ. Now, we have just enough time for a movie before we have to go get the pasta ready. What would you like to watch?”

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ickletheficklepickle · 3 years

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Just got done with the 911 Fox Season 4 Finale. 911 Lone Start Finale. Reaction below the cut. Obviously spoilers abound. To the max. Lets go!

I am actually doing okay- I surprisingly enjoyed the finale. I mean I didn’t get the Buddie love confession, it didn’t go canon. Albeit, I did go, “OH NO WHY!” - Why is Ana there?! Okay- actually I wasn’t to angry- when Buck went to visit and Ana turned around and smiled at him. So I mean it can be implied that she knows the importance of their relationship. - Oh great! Now Taylor and Buck are together? WTH? Didn’t like Taylor just friendzone him? WTH. I am confusion? Like, why all of the sudden is she like, “I love you” type thing. I just want to know? But you know, kudos to Buck for not going after her, I guess. And was all, “We have to talk about this?” Even though they didn’t go canon, we got Buddie scenes. - Buck crawling to Eddie telling him to hang on - Eddie screaming in pain, as Buck is pulling him - GUYS! Freaking BUCK lifted and carried him into the damn rig! EXCUSE ME! I need to watch that scene alone 100+ times so I can swoon. - Buck begging Eddie to stay awake, - Buck ripping his shirt open - Eddie asking, Buck if he was hurt - Buck telling Eddie he wished it was him - Eddie having none of that shit. Like none of that. SIt down we need to talk. He called him EVAN! Excuse me. - I AM SORRY! EDDIE CHANGED HIS WILL! AND MADE BUCK CHRIS’ LEGAL GUARDIAN - He was all, “You act like your expendable but you’re not”. GUYS! They didn’t go canon but we got so much damn content. I can be at peace. So I mean, I can’t complain. There was a literal damn fanfic coming to life on my damn TV! And I just- I don’t know I wanna be mad- the Buddie shipper in me wants me to mad that Eddie and Ana are still together, that Buck and Taylor got together. But, you know, season 5 is going to be around the corner. So, I can be hopeful. I mean I’m used to this. This just the slow build you know. 24k+ words with loads of angst with a happy ending. Haha. So..there’s that. The slow burn of slow burns. There’s a lot that happened here. Buck was made legal guardian if something were to happen. Instead of Ana being there to help take care of Christopher while Eddie was in the hospital it was Buck. This would have been a perfect opportunity for them to flesh out Ana more, but the writers didn’t do that. He was literally staying on the couch. Straight out of a fan fic. A lot of the damn things I listed straight out of a fanfic. Want to know how I know? I read a ton of them the past few days. I think it would be worth noting that Carla was like, “Buck and I have everything under control” when talking to Eddie. I mean- why would they write that? Write it this way. You mean to tell me that if Eddie were to lets say, get married, it wouldn’t even matter. If something happened to him, Chris would go to Buck. Like, I mean come on. He trust Buck with his son. I just want to emphasize that. So, I mean come on. The clown in me. Here it is, the damn set up guys haha. Can I just say, Oliver Stark did such a good job this episode. The hands shaking, the nervousness when talking to Chris, the breaking down, the shaky voice. I just. My dad was like, “GET IT TOGETHER BUCK!” when he was talking to Christopher. Christopher being the one that was comforting Buck. Oh em gee. Feels to the damn max. I’m a little mad that they didn’t focus on Eddie a lot more. Though I had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen. So, I need season 5 to have some Eddie arc happening. Some Eddie character development, some Eddie processing what happened to him. For Chris to struggle with that a little. I want a damn Eddie PTSD arc. So I ain’t going to get Buddie, I want that. I don’t want that glazed over. Okay moving on. Because. I am so glad that Athena and Bobby made up. SO GLAD! I was like, “MY PARENTS” in front of my actual parents. Haha. I think that was so important for them to talk about it, for Athena to acknowledge what Bobby would’ve gone through. She walked through fire to save her husband. Bobby all, “Thanks for saving me” (or whatever he said) And she was like, “Always!” GUYS! She said that to him and he said that to her, in the beginning of the season. (CUE UGLY CRYING) I love how Mama Athena was talking to Buck about how this rescue would work. The person she usually is lecturing or getting upset about when putting his life in danger. Mom and son duo. They got Probie in on it. I now need a Buck and Probie friendship haha. And the scene with Bobby and Buck in the kitchen. My dad and I got a kick outta that scene. You could just tell from Bobby’s demeanor (Kudos to Peter Krause, I hope I spelt his name right) for this scene. Like whoa, a lecture was coming. Papa Bobby not happy. The aggressive knife chopping and then waving it around. I was like Buck is feeling so guilty and he just needed to do something to get rid of that. Then later on Bobby disobeying that evac order. It’s like Bobby, come on. Buck gets it from you! Like Father like Son! I called that one thing right, Maddie was gonna quit her job at dispatch, I hope she goes back. I am so glad she talked to Chimney, I wish we got more out of that. But I’m glad that wasn’t really glazed over. It’s implied that Maddie is going to get help and Chim is going to be there and support the holy hell out of her. I do hope they address this in Season 5. It is important that they do. ALBERT A FIRE FIGHTER! MORE OF MY BOY! I love Albert and I am so glad he’s going to around more. AND BE A FIRE FIGHTER! I saved the best for last. NIA! She was just the best surprise ever. Like I was so happy. MAMA HEN! MAMA KAREN! GRAMMY! WHERE IS BIG BROTHER? Oh my god. I needed that cute scene and I love that Hen and Karen invited the mom to stay for lunch. I hope that they forge a friendship with this mom. Just so I can see Nia more haha. Over all I am actually pretty happy with the finale of OG 911. Let’s move onto Lone Star. This is going to be quick. Cause I want to focus on one thing. And one thing only. LOOK AT MY BABY BOY MATTEO GETTING SHIT DONE! BEING A FIGHTER! TRIAGING PATIENTS. TELLING OTHERS WHAT TO DO TO HELP THE DAMN BAY WATCH ENTRANCE WHEN JUDD ASKED WHICH FIGHTER WAS IT THAT HELPED. LOOK AT MY BABY! That is literally all I wanted to focus on. Was that. I was so hoping for this to be the moment where he earns his shield, where he won’t be a Probie anymore. Didn’t’t happen. Then BILLY MOTHER FUCKING I LIKED YOU AND WHAT THE HELL TYSON pulled that shit. MY 126 FIRE FAM! WHY!?!?! I’m more upset at Lone Star! What’s gonna happen to my FIREFAM FAMILY at the 126! Now, time to reblog and like a bunch of gifs and read some fics. Then go to bed in a timely manner because I have work in the morning.......

#911 fox #911 spoilers #911 lone star #911 lone star spoilers #ickle rants #viewing commentary

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himbo-buckley · 4 years

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Intimacy, Sex and Buddie (better known as I have a lot of feelings about this show, some of which are related to the before mentioned topics)

I should preface this by saying this meta was supposed to be a lot shorter and only talk about how both Buck and Eddie use sex to distract their respective partners from whatever topic they actually wanted to talk about but since I decided to rewatch the show to make sure I don’t miss any such scenes, it has exploded a bit and taken on more topics

I should also preface this by saying that the whole of the 118 has some obvious intimacy / commitment issues except Bobby (which is sort of surprising) but *John Mulaney voice* we don’t have time to unpack all of that!

On another note I cuss a little in this Meta because my parents let me listen to TicTacToe as a small child and after that it never stuck that cussing is wrong so, uhm, parental supervision is advised or something?

This Meta will so far have three parts, one for each season and is organised by episode so you could technically follow along

Without further ado I present: Intimacy, Sex and the Buddie of it all, Season 1: (Better known as “Not a Sex Addict”)

Episode 1.01:

Buck, we meet first in the pilot and one of the first things we learn about him? That boy fucks! Like literally his second scene is him having sex in the firetruck, which in the episode is presented to us as his way of dealing with the stress of firefighting (it cuts from Bobby’s confession scene saying some firefighters are sex addicts to Buck racing the Brunette). Then later in this episode, between saving a baby, getting in a fight with Athena and not knowing who Rambo is, he fucks the snake horder and get’s himself fired for his trouble. He also tells Bobby he is a sex addict here.

Now you could easily read both those scenes as proving Buck’s statement or you can read it as him justifying his actions, which I think is what Bobby did, or you can fall in love with the cocky bastard and think there is more to it, which is obviously what I did. And also what I think this show wants you to do? Because in the same scene Buck gives the first of his many heartbreaking speeches about having nothing else besides being a firefighter and how that is the best part of him (or whatever, I’m combining the speeches, I didn’t rewatch that scene because it gives me too much second hand embaressment)

And let’s look at this statement and what we know about Buck by fast forwarding a bit, okay? Because we know virtually nothing about who Buck was prior to the Pilot. We know he spent a summer in South America as a bartender, we know he tried out for the Seals about a year ago and we know he’s been a firefighter for 3 months (meaning the first season is his probationary time the same way Season 2 is Eddie’s), so depending on how long firefighter training takes he probably has lived in LA for less than a year, meaning he probably hasn’t made too many meaningful connections yet and the 118 are really the closest thing to family he has there (a fact that if you fast forward again is sort of proven in canon if - if we take every word as being word of god - by Maddie saying „If our parents call“ in 2.01, implying Buck is probably not close to them) (he also tells Maddie „It was getting pretty lonely here“ in 2.01, so you know, point proven?)

Now I don’t think Buck is a sex addict after all. Yes, he is using sex to unwind (and good for him, at least he isn’t drinking or taking drugs, Bobby), but he is also using it to substitute actual intimacy, because that boy is fucking lonely.

Just look at the scene with the brunette, alright? After the act he asks her: „So can I have your actual number?“ and she says no, and he does this whole macho spiel about „the golden times“ or whatever, but come on, we know this is bull, right? Look at how earnest he looks when he asks! (and here I have to applaud 911 again, because the show only has one young conventionally attractive character at this point and instead of his character just being badass ladies man, but he is held accountable for his actions and the show went out of its way to point out how problematic his behaviour was, so kudos! I love you!)

Episode 1.02:

In this episode Buck loses two people and is understandably distraught. And Bobby comes to him in the locker room, to, as Buck thinks, express his disappointment, which is what Buck thinks he deserves, except Bobby is in full Dad-mode and just wants Buck to talk about it. Which Buck does almost imediately leading to us learning about the Seals and that our Buck has so many emotions and knows it and likes it (again, shoutout to the writers for having their young attractive Macho-dude cry in episode two! Ya’ll the real ones).

Now Bobby clearly didn’t see this coming and is like „Uhm, how about we talk to a professional about all that, I have my own shit, kiddo“ and then we get our first therapist scenes and look, while I do see where people are coming from, I do not consider this rape. I do however think it was a badly thought through scene and also an abuse of power and Autumn Reeser should not be allowed to work as a therapist again. The way this scene is shot and cut however makes it seem like Buck came onto her and did not regret what happened, so you know as the german saying goes: where there is no complaint there is no judge. (which does not mean I condone what happened, but, tbh, this is one of those scene where I feel the writers just did not think the implications through. Someone with a twitter go ask Tim Minear about it)

Anyways, let’s talk about everything before the sex because I think this is what’s relevant:

The scene begins with the therapist asking Buck if he is uncomfortable, he seems that way (and kudos to Oliver Stark for the way he acts this scene because we can truly feel everything Buck feels) and Buck saying his „I’m not really into feelings. I mean yeah feeling them, just not talking about them.“ after which the therapist throws some things at Buck to see what sticks (which is something therapists sometimes do in early sessions, just try to gauge a reaction, see where the no no - zones are, especially with people like Buck who are quote „not scared“. Like, he is so walled up already.)

And now comes the part that I’ll give you word for word, because this is what matters in this scene, okay?

T: „You lost somebody, that’s hard“

B: „Yeah but we lose people. At least that’s what everybody keeps telling me.“

T: „Was this your first time?“

B: „Well, I’ve had calls where it’s been to late but I’ve only been doing this not even 6 months. Now I just can’t shake the feeling that this one didn’t need to go down the way it did.“ (up until the second part Buck sits tall, then he leans forward, his voice becomes urgent, THIS is the important message)

T: “So do you think there is something you could have done differently?“

(close up to Bucks face looking distraught, ding ding, we have a winner!)

After this they cut away to Athena and when we come back Buck is crying and the therapist tries to explain why the guy might have died and then walks toward Buck and tells him how they’re actually here to talk about him and then Buck deflects, he tells her to call him Buck, they talk about facebook, scene change, they come back after Sex, Buck is all better.

(Slightly unrelated sidenote at this point we have seen Buck have sex 3 times and every single time it’s sitting on some chair with the girl on top, uhm, what’s up with that? (He’s a bottom))

But I truly think the important part is what I’ve highlighted, this is where she hit a nerve and sure, he let her finish and listened and cried, but Buck’s a multitasker, he was just waiting for his opening - which the therapist gave to him by sitting down across from him and touching him, so now Buck turns the tables on her and makes her uncomfortable - or: she struck a nerve and he deflects, so instead of the emotional vulnerability she wants from him, he gives her physical intimacy, probably aware that this way he will not have to come see her again (because isn’t that what all women do? Hi, Brunette from Episode 1).

And then the episode ends on the very relevant conversation were Abby asks him out and Buck says no because HE REALISED HE HAS SOME ISSUES WITH WOMEN AND INTIMACY!!! I love this show so much, you guys! Buck tells Abby he can’t go out with her because they’ll definitly have sex and he tells her about the therapist and Abby is all you wish and he tells her how much he likes her and how he has no one else in his life that make him feel good and it’s all cute and dorky and yes, sometimes I do find myself shipping them. A little.

Episode 1.03 has nothing of relevance as far as I recall so we ignore it.

Episode 1.04:

... also not that relevant except that little scene at the end that I thought was in Episode 5 titled: The moment I fell in love with this show! When Bobby says „help“ it gets me every time! I keep expecting him to not answer but he asks for help and I gasp. Every. Damn. Time.

Episode 1.05

... is when it get’s really interesting because this is when the Sex addict meets the women he has been emotionally intimate, which is, you know, the thing he’s sensitive about!

I really like how Buck is all in Protector-Mode and seems so competent up until when they’re in the car together and Abby starts to talk about them (him) not having wanted to meet and it hit’s him that uuups, this is the actual woman he has been talking to! A human being (and not just some voice on the phone he talks to) and an attractive one as it is (and boy do I love how dressed down Connie Brighton is most of the time? Look, she’s pretty and she’s not 25 and she looks it and that’s okay!) so again Buck deflects by making the whole exchange about Sex - you know, physical intimacy because he is scared of emotional intimacy. Which is what I have been trying to prove here.

Then they save that little girl and have the very sweet moment in the car were Buck is very vulnerable, though I think it’s mostly for Abby’s benefit? Because Buck is in protector mode and there is nothing Buck wouldn’t do to help someone else, even flay himself open. He’s just selfless like that.

And then they find Patricia and bring her home and he is very uncomfortable and then he says goodbye all sweet and Patricia tells him to be kind to Abby and Buck is already in so deep, so really someone should have taken the time to tell Abby to be kind and nice to this boy (if Buck gets another love interest I want someone to give them the shovel talk, mainly Hen or Eddie, possibly together, because this boy gives away too much of himself and it hurts me), but alas no one did, so Buck tries to protect himself by, you guessed it, talking about sex!

It really is a defense mechanism for him, which might prove that he came from a conservative background or might just not mean anything, besides that he is very comfortable with Sex and other people are not which is why he uses it to deflect. People generally don’t try to look to deep if you make them uncomfortable, which is generally Buck’s way of dealing with problems: he either pushes back and steamrolls over it or is it too loud and open about something, which keeps people from looking to deep (Season 3 is proof of that, the only person who sees through his act, I think, is Hen because she also uses false bravedo to deal with things. Eddie sees it too, but only after Buck explains it to him, because Eddie operates completely different - but that’s something I’ll talk more about later)

And then all of Bucks fears of people not liking him after seeing what’s underneath are proven right when, after spending a whole day with him, Abby tells him they shouldn’t see each other again because she too likes him and if they continue mistakes will be made (which is just her respecting Bucks wishes from 1.02 but also proves to Buck that no one can like him on a deeper level). She gives this very sweet speech about how good he makes her feel but if you look at Buck’s face it’s just sooo closed off. And then she does this very mean thing with the „do not fuck some tinder-girl“, which i find very hypocrit of her, because she basically told Buck she won’t give him more than what they currently have but also he’s not allowed to look somewhere else for it (although she is very right, Buck needs to learn to find validation in himself and not through other people, which is something he sorta did in Season 3? More on this later)

Which is why we get the phone sex scene at the end. Because at this point Buck has been emotionally intimate with this women and then he met her and he kept being emotionally intimate with him and she basically rejected him so Buck made it about physical intimacy. He rejected her back. Found a loophole. Pushed back.

And I know I’m ignoring the scene in between when he is all proud about not having sex with Abby, but yeah, he would have had if Abby let him so it doesn’t really count.

Side note: this whole Episode proves that Buck is not a sex addict - if he were we would have seen him maybe try and convince Abby or seen a scene of him struggeling with whether he should pick up another girl or something, but they didn’t. Nope, they gave up „Buck with Hen and Bobby - bonding time“.

Episode 1.06:

I dislike this one a lot because it calls the episode before a liar by having Abby go on a date with Buck, after saying they shouldn’t meet each other again. I actually checked IMDB to see if there was a christmas break between those episodes, but nope, they aired a week apart! (Also how everyone pushes Buck into doing Valentine’s day even though he doesn’t like it? Yeah, not on board.)

But you know what’s relevant af about this Episode? The scene between Bobby and Buck where Dad helps his son get ready. I truly think this scene, combined with his firing in 1.01 is what caused the shift into Buck 2.0.

Also canon yet again tells us that Buck is not in fact a sex addict but rather using sex to avoid real intimacy and then they have this bantery conversation about not being a dick by having sex on the first date and being a gentleman and I love how Peter and Oliver play off of each other here. This scene is so much fun to watch because they clearly had so much fun acting it.

We can basically jump over the rest of the episode, but I do want you to look at the scene between Bobby and Abby in the hospital for a moment because I 100% thought they were setting up a love triangle here? (Again, someone with Twitter ask Tim Minear)

Episode 1.07:

The actual time jump according to IMDB happens between those episodes (someone who watched Season 1 live please confirm) although in the story there isn’t - they just decided to air the Valentine’s episode in November and then come back in February to talk about the full moon - apparently.

Aside from that Buck is such an adorable dork in this episode which i truly think is why half this fandom is in love with him and some more scenes with Peter and Oliver that are just plain fun happen (and I love season 3 but I miss how much fun they got to have in Season 1). Also our first real bi!Buck sighting and the implication that Buck went from delivering Babys to delivering a tapeworm, only to go: I’m gonna have sex with my girlfriend now! And I honestly love him for that.

Other than that, not much to prove or disprove this meta except Buck being hesitant to go on another date and trying to explain away why he came to see Abby but her just cutting right through his bullshit.

Episode 1.08: not relevant

Episode 1.09:

Our second instance of Buck nearly dying. Buck’s „I don’t suppose you do a lot of pull ups“ kills me every time and Hen freaks out about it a little and he just loves it off. He is a true badass.

Also there is the Ballon scene which makes me mad, because Buck has every right to be upset about everything, even if none of it is Abby’s fault. I’m really up in the air about how I feel about the Bobby and Buck talk in the locker room because on the one hand side I do agree with everything Captain Dad says and I think this scene also is part of creating Buck 2.0 but on the other hand side he is kind of invalidating Buck’s feelings?

Anyways, Bobby tells him, that if Buck really likes Abby he needs to stop trying to feel like she needs saving and let her set the pace. I’m not saying it’s why Buck waited around so long for her in Season 2 but I do think Bobby basically telling him this is what a real man would do - the thing Buck wants so badly to be - plays a role. It’s too bad that while Buck is all in, Abby is not.

I’m also gonna put my clown shoes on real quick and say we get a nearly identical scene in 2.10, when Buck talks to Chimney about Eddie and Shannon. Make of that what you want.

Episode 1.10:

Buck identifies with the guy using him to cat fish girls because he understands his need for connection and intimacy. After all he did the same thing, just a different method.

Also Abby leaves.

There’s not more to say

So this is where Season 1 ends, with Buck aware that he was trying to substitute physical for emotional intimacy and trying to correct it and build a life with Abby - which did not work because Abby left.

But I just wanna mention real quick how much character development Buck has in such a short amount of time! It floors me every time. And while we all know he attributes this to Abby, it’s really just about Buck being Buck and he was already on his way to becoming this guy, simply because through his job and the firefam suddenly he got validation? I feel so proud. I really only wish Buck would finally come to this realisation himself or maybe someone would tell him this. He deserves it.

#evan buckley #buck meta #buddie meta #buck #911 meta #911 #911 fox #textpost #mine #season 1 #meta #my meta

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alastors-morningstar · 4 years

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911 for the in depth fandom thing !

Oh hell yeah! Thank you for the ask btw! I’m doing all of them since you didn’t specify, which was probably been done on purpose.

Send me a show/fandom and I’ll answer:

Top 5 favorite characters:

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Athena Grant

Howard “Chimney” Han

Maddie Buckley

Henrietta “Hen” Wilson

Other characters you like:

I loved Abby when she was on it, I’m glad she came back even if it was or a short time.

Least favorite characters:

Honestly fuck Shannon, she was awful, selfish, whiny, like who cares how shitty your marriage is, don’t fucking abandon your child.

OTPS:

Buddie!

Madney!

Bathena!

Henaren!

Basically all the canon ships lol.

NOTPS:

Shannon/Eddie

I’m pretty sure that’s it lol.

Favorite friendships:

Chimney and Hen are amazing!

Buck and Christopher are so sweet.

ANd of course, Buck and Eddie are bro-goals!

Favorite family:

Grant-Nash Family is so wholesome, I wish my divorced parents got along as well as Athena and Michael did, my mom would rather die than tell my dad she loves him.

Favorite episodes:

Can I say all of them?

lol but really, the tsunami episodes were fucking amazing.

Favorite season/book/movie:

Season 2 and 3 are pretty great seasons.

Favorite quotes:

Maddie: Maybe you should stop talking now. Chimney: She had a meet-cute over an open chest wound! That's not right!!

Eddie: You want to do a rope rescue? Of course, you do.

Musical moment:

There hasn’t been one yet, but I want it to play out like how it did in Grey’s Anatomy where someone is in a coma, and whilst in the coma, the musical happens. It would be beautiful.

The moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest:

When Ms. Buddie Shipping Elf was like “you two have an adorable son” and baby Buck got all blushy and skipped away without correcting her

When it really disappointed you:

Bobby you fucker, why the fuck did you not think Buck was ready to come back after his injury? Also, holy fuck Buck why SUE THEM?

Saddest moment:

WHEN BUCK WAS TRAPPED UNDER THE LADDER TRUCK! I was a fucking wreck, especially when the crowd of people ran to help the team lift the truck to help save him.

Most well-done character death:

Shanon because she died and I was fairly happy with it.

Favorite guest star:

When Abby came back!

Favorite cast member:

Oliver Stark, he’s baby.

The character you wish was still alive:

Michael, in case the tumor kills him in season 4.

One thing you hope really happens:

CANON BUDDIE

Most shocking twist:

When during taking back the dispatch it turned out the girl was the mastermind the whole time, she was fucking badass I kind of wish she and her bf got away with the paintings.

When did you start watching/reading?:

2018, Thanksgiving break, my mom was catching up with her DVR recordings, I was on the couch on Tumblr and she was watching Hen Begins and I was so intrigued with Hen’s story and the show from then on.

Best animal/creature:

Buck’s future cat.

Favorite location:

Athena and Bobby’s house is GORGEOUS!

Trope you wish they would stop using:

mmm, I got nothing right now. If the show was still like season 1 with all the religious shit in it, I’d say to cut that down some. But they already did so we’re Gucci.

One thing this show/book/film does better than others:

Found Family actually being a family is one.

But like my beef with a similar she, Station 19, everyone things with their dicks and the characters drama is solely sexual/relationship related and I hate it and yet 9-1-1 is a firefighter drama that doesn’t do that crap that Station 19 does and I’m eternally grateful for that.

Funniest moments:

Chimney and Karen getting drunk together was fucking hysterical!

The couple you would like to see:

Buddie of course, the hints alone are killing me, but I love a slow burn so I shall suffer in agony.

Actor/Actress you want to join the cast:

For the future Buck Begins episode, I have my fan-cast for Buck and Maddie’s parents.

I really enjoyed Tricia Helfer in Lucifer, so she would make a great Mrs. Buckley (even if she and JLH are like the same age lol, mostly because I hc that Maddie and Buck have different moms but Maddie never knew her birth-mom because she died when she was really young).

As for their dad, I really love the idea of, Vincent Irizarry, playing him, especially if Mr. Buckley is as bad as we all think he is because Vincent knows how to play a bad guy.

Favorite outfit:

Anything Buck wears tbh.

Favorite item:

Uh...I don’t know if there’s a significant item in the show lol.

Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?:

Nope. These types of shows don’t really have merch, though if Box Lunch has Grey’s Anatomy stuff it's only a matter of a time for there to be an overpriced Team 118 t-shirt in sizes that don’t fit me at the store lol.

What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in?:

No clue, could I be in a poly ship with Buck and Eddie? Christopher needs a better mom and I am a great mom.

Most boring plotline:

I can’t really think of anything?

Most laughably bad moment:

Just when the elevator door was closing after the scene with the lawyer, and it was just awkward with buck on the outside looking it, kind of cringey too.

Best flashback/flashforward if any:

Athena Begins was AMAZING and young Athena was gorgeous!

Most layered character:

Buck for sure.

Most one-dimensional character:

I guess Bobby since season 2 he’s not changed much, which isn’t a bad thing because he’s a good guy.

Scariest moment:

When Athena was getting attacked.

Grossest moment:

Face Maggot

Best looking male:

Buck!

Best looking female:

Athena!

Who you’re crushing on (if any):

Buck!!!

Favorite cast moment:

When Oliver Stark was doing the watch-live and Rafael Silva showed up and Oliver was like “Hey Rafa!” all cute like.

Favorite transportation:

Riding in a firetruck would be cool lol.

Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise):

The scene with the tsunami wave, it was amazing!

Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you:

WHO ARE BUCK and MADDIE’s PARENTS? WHAT IS THEIR DEAL?

Best promo:

The season 3 promo was pretty epic.

At what point did you fall in love with this show/book:

When I first saw the show with Hen Begins. Though I was really confused when I started the show from the beginning since I thought the whole show was about taking the story of one firefighter and doing a flashback of them becoming a firefighter. Which is dumb now that I think about it lol.

#ask me stuff #thank you for the ask!#911 fox #buddie #bathena #madney #henaren #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bobby nash #athena grant #hen wilson #chimney han #maddie buckley #karen wilson

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goddessvicky · 4 years

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A Mess of Unfinished Thoughts

A Mess of Unfinished Thoughts

Chapter Twelve: Long Goodbye

( Part 2 of the The Great Design Unfinished series )

By @octobergryphon & @goddessvicky

Fandoms: Captain America, MCU, Thor, Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Covenant (2006 Movie) Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson/Wanda Maximoff, Jane Foster/Thor Odinson Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Chase Collins, Grant Ward, Tony Stark, Peggy Carter, Brock Rumlow, Pietro Maximoff Additional Tags: Stucky, WinterShieldShock, wintershield, wintershock, shieldshock, UST, au covenant, different powers, au magic, assault, bisexual steve, bisexual bucky, bisexual sam, everyone is poly because avengers, polyamory, frat houses, snake god cults, au modern with magic, college, friends to lovers, smut, we tried to make it fluff, all the swears, slow burn, the slowest of burns, bring your aloe, Framily, OT3, polyamory

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve said with a laugh, holding up the shirt that Clint had gotten him for Christmas. It was grey with light blue writing across the front that read Art: Just Another Get-Poor-Quick Scheme. He shook his head, uncertain how Clint seemed to know exactly what to get for everyone. It wasn’t the Power, but his own brand of magical abilities.

“We just happen to make cool shit in Iowa,” Clint said with a large smile. He was currently wearing his Yo, I’m from Iowa, Bitch shirt under an olive jacket. Sam had already pulled his tee over his head and posted a selfie to Instagram, pointing to the words on the front. Someone in Iowa Loves Me

Adding his shirt that read If you want to be my lover, you gotta respect me emotionally, physically, and understand the concept of equal partnership to the other pile of gifts from Sam and Clint, Bucky shoved a curly french fry into his mouth, smiling. “Counterpoint: you come from there.”

Clint’s eyes narrowed in Bucky’s direction. “See if I ever invite you to the middle of nowhere now, buddy.”

Smiling, Sam sat back, his arm stretching across the back of the booth they were seated in, stretching across Clint’s shoulders. “So how’d it go? Did the Ma’s love their gift?”

“There were tears,” Steve said with a nod, snagging one of Bucky’s fries. “I thought the matching outfits were a little heavy handed, but it worked.”

Sam shrugged his shoulders, a knowing expression climbing to his face. “I told you it would. Moms love matching outfits.”

Bucky leaned on the table, an easy grin on his face as he nodded at Sam. “And yours? How was Christmas at the Wilson house?”

“I gained fifteen pounds of pure fat.”

Feigning a grimace, Bucky gave Sam a solemn nod. “I noticed your ass looked a bit bigger, but I didn’t want to say anything.”

“Fuck you, Barnes.”