“alright, cowboy, go get ‘em.”

Buck finds it while idly browsing on his phone one evening, lying on the Diaz couch.

A picture of a mannequin foot, perched delicately. Over the curve of it, a thin weave of plastic, wrapped around the arch of the foot, open at the heel, stiff and unforgiving at the ankle, where it's locked with a small, golden lock.

It doesn't register at first, what it is, what it’s for. But something about it stops Buck from scrolling anyways, an ember of an image sparking in the back of his mind, a dangerous sort of interest. He taps on the picture, opening the text below.

Ankle cage, he reads. The words sink into him, one by one, sparks in his veins. On their toes. Awkward gait. Standing still is virtually impossible.

He blinks, and realizes that his fingers are trembling slightly over the screen, that he hasn’t blinked for a few moments, staring at the implement, at the implications tucked behind dry description. He doesn't-- it's just conceptually interesting, he tells himself. He's done plenty of scenes before, on both ends. Helplessness has never been his thing, when he's submitting. But he's always had a thing for being relied on, for seeing someone looking towards him for help, for something only he can give them. It's a rush, every time.

And these would absolutely make someone reliant on him, he thinks, the idea rushing through him, liquid heat. He imagines someone wearing them, legs trembling as they tried to stay upright. Maybe they'd fall, and Buck would have to hoist them back up. Maybe they would cling to him for every step. Maybe they'd get tired, and Buck would have to carry them in his arms, murmuring words equal parts filthy and comforting to his sweet, helpless thing as they looked at him with his big brown eyes--

Buck presses against the swell under his sweatpants, groaning at the flicker of an image, the edge of a forbidden thought. He manages to keep it at bay.

Still, he follows the link to the source image, downloads the instructions, falls asleep with an image of gold curling over tan skin slipping treacherously into his mind.

It's okay. Buck won't do anything about it. He never does.

buddie | consensual somnophilia | bottom eddie week | 4k | explicit

Eddie is halfway through his bowl of cereal when Buck pulls out the seat across from him and drops into it. He doesn't waste time saying good morning or asking how Eddie is. He steals Eddie's coffee, takes a sip, and asks, “Do you want to know what I did to you last night?”

Given he woke up with come dripping out of his ass and a bruise in the shape of a handprint forming, he's got an idea. But Eddie wants to know every detail Buck will give him. He always does, and Buck knows it. 

Still, there's no point in giving in this easily. Eddie leans back in his seat and crosses his arms. “You obviously want to tell me.”

Buck does. He's never been a subtle man, not when he's excited about something. Not that Eddie minds. He likes listening to Buck. 

But Buck letting Eddie have his way isn't part of the game. He’ll need to give in and ask Buck politely before he’ll learn anything. So it’s no surprise when Buck crosses his arms and leans back too, mirroring Eddie's position. 

The stalemate lasts hours sometimes. Eddie doesn't think it will this time. 

4.8K words | explicit CNC/rape roleplay | submissive eddie diaz | handcuffs | knifeplay | breathplay | verbal humiliation | face slapping | rough sex | established relationship | aftercare

in the widening gyre [on AO3]

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Someone is in the house.

He's not even sure where that certainty comes from, the cold frisson of unease licking up his spine as he steps out into the darkened hallway. The house is empty—should be empty. Christopher's door hangs open like a toothless maw, and the light over the kitchen sink casts a dim rectangle of illumination into the hallway as Eddie stands barefoot in the doorway to his bedroom and breathes as quietly as he can, straining his ears.

For the span of three breaths, there's silence. It's almost enough to convince him that he's imagining it. That it's all just misfiring nerves, the lingering aftermath of some forgotten nightmare stalking him into consciousness. He'll take another breath, or maybe two, and then he'll check the doors and windows again (he checked them earlier, didn't he? He's sure he did. He must have.) and then he'll go back to bed.

One breath. Two.

Something creaks at the far end of the house. Past the kitchen, down the hall, in the darkened living room where the shades are drawn against the night. Eddie freezes, holding his breath, his heart rabbiting in his throat.

Another creak. A footstep this time, unmistakable. As he watches, a shadow moves in front of the windows, then pauses.

established buddie | E | 23k

cowritten for Bottom Eddie Week Day 1: Fixation with @littlefreakbuckley 💕

✨ nudes and audio messages ✨ mutual masturbation ✨ dual pov ✨ freak4freak

“Do you ever jerk off when you’re reading that?”  Eddie doesn’t bother looking up from the page he’s on, but he does let out  a deep sigh. His optometrist had recently prescribed him reading glasses and they’re perched on the bridge of his nose. He looks like a sexy teacher. Buck probably wouldn’t have failed out of college (and would’ve realized he was bisexual a lot sooner) if any of his professors had looked like that.  “I thought you were leaving.” Eddie seems to realize that Buck is actually waiting for an answer. He slips a couple of his long, elegant fingers between the pages he was on and lets the book close around them to mark his place. The unimpressed look on his face is highlighted by the dark frames.  “I am,” Buck pouts. He’d just said goodnight and goodbye to Chris (who had given him a look nearly identical to the one Eddie is sporting right now when he’d knocked on his door and interrupted his game). “Sorry for wanting to know more about you before I go.”  Eddie does roll his eyes at that. “You know everything there is to know about me.”  “I don’t know about your porn habits!” or,  Buck is a little fixated on helping Eddie get off. Eddie gets a little fixated on Buck's voice

"You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay."

established buddie | E | 23k

cowritten for Bottom Eddie Week Day 1: Fixation with @littlefreakbuckley 💕

✨ nudes and audio messages ✨ mutual masturbation ✨ dual pov ✨ freak4freak

“Do you ever jerk off when you’re reading that?”  Eddie doesn’t bother looking up from the page he’s on, but he does let out  a deep sigh. His optometrist had recently prescribed him reading glasses and they’re perched on the bridge of his nose. He looks like a sexy teacher. Buck probably wouldn’t have failed out of college (and would’ve realized he was bisexual a lot sooner) if any of his professors had looked like that.  “I thought you were leaving.” Eddie seems to realize that Buck is actually waiting for an answer. He slips a couple of his long, elegant fingers between the pages he was on and lets the book close around them to mark his place. The unimpressed look on his face is highlighted by the dark frames.  “I am,” Buck pouts. He’d just said goodnight and goodbye to Chris (who had given him a look nearly identical to the one Eddie is sporting right now when he’d knocked on his door and interrupted his game). “Sorry for wanting to know more about you before I go.”  Eddie does roll his eyes at that. “You know everything there is to know about me.”  “I don’t know about your porn habits!” or,  Buck is a little fixated on helping Eddie get off. Eddie gets a little fixated on Buck's voice

established buddie | E | 23k

cowritten for Bottom Eddie Week Day 1: Fixation with @littlefreakbuckley 💕

✨ nudes and audio messages ✨ mutual masturbation ✨ dual pov ✨ freak4freak

“Do you ever jerk off when you’re reading that?”  Eddie doesn’t bother looking up from the page he’s on, but he does let out  a deep sigh. His optometrist had recently prescribed him reading glasses and they’re perched on the bridge of his nose. He looks like a sexy teacher. Buck probably wouldn’t have failed out of college (and would’ve realized he was bisexual a lot sooner) if any of his professors had looked like that.  “I thought you were leaving.” Eddie seems to realize that Buck is actually waiting for an answer. He slips a couple of his long, elegant fingers between the pages he was on and lets the book close around them to mark his place. The unimpressed look on his face is highlighted by the dark frames.  “I am,” Buck pouts. He’d just said goodnight and goodbye to Chris (who had given him a look nearly identical to the one Eddie is sporting right now when he’d knocked on his door and interrupted his game). “Sorry for wanting to know more about you before I go.”  Eddie does roll his eyes at that. “You know everything there is to know about me.”  “I don’t know about your porn habits!” or,  Buck is a little fixated on helping Eddie get off. Eddie gets a little fixated on Buck's voice

@eddiediaznetwork - eddie diaz week

@eddiediaznetwork - Eddie Diaz week

established buddie | E | 23k

cowritten for Bottom Eddie Week Day 1: Fixation with @littlefreakbuckley 💕

✨ nudes and audio messages ✨ mutual masturbation ✨ dual pov ✨ freak4freak

“Do you ever jerk off when you’re reading that?”  Eddie doesn’t bother looking up from the page he’s on, but he does let out  a deep sigh. His optometrist had recently prescribed him reading glasses and they’re perched on the bridge of his nose. He looks like a sexy teacher. Buck probably wouldn’t have failed out of college (and would’ve realized he was bisexual a lot sooner) if any of his professors had looked like that.  “I thought you were leaving.” Eddie seems to realize that Buck is actually waiting for an answer. He slips a couple of his long, elegant fingers between the pages he was on and lets the book close around them to mark his place. The unimpressed look on his face is highlighted by the dark frames.  “I am,” Buck pouts. He’d just said goodnight and goodbye to Chris (who had given him a look nearly identical to the one Eddie is sporting right now when he’d knocked on his door and interrupted his game). “Sorry for wanting to know more about you before I go.”  Eddie does roll his eyes at that. “You know everything there is to know about me.”  “I don’t know about your porn habits!” or,  Buck is a little fixated on helping Eddie get off. Eddie gets a little fixated on Buck's voice

established buddie | E | 23k

cowritten for Bottom Eddie Week Day 1: Fixation with @littlefreakbuckley 💕

✨ nudes and audio messages ✨ mutual masturbation ✨ dual pov ✨ freak4freak

“Do you ever jerk off when you’re reading that?”  Eddie doesn’t bother looking up from the page he’s on, but he does let out  a deep sigh. His optometrist had recently prescribed him reading glasses and they’re perched on the bridge of his nose. He looks like a sexy teacher. Buck probably wouldn’t have failed out of college (and would’ve realized he was bisexual a lot sooner) if any of his professors had looked like that.  “I thought you were leaving.” Eddie seems to realize that Buck is actually waiting for an answer. He slips a couple of his long, elegant fingers between the pages he was on and lets the book close around them to mark his place. The unimpressed look on his face is highlighted by the dark frames.  “I am,” Buck pouts. He’d just said goodnight and goodbye to Chris (who had given him a look nearly identical to the one Eddie is sporting right now when he’d knocked on his door and interrupted his game). “Sorry for wanting to know more about you before I go.”  Eddie does roll his eyes at that. “You know everything there is to know about me.”  “I don’t know about your porn habits!” or,  Buck is a little fixated on helping Eddie get off. Eddie gets a little fixated on Buck's voice