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"I don't think it'll fit me either, Buck." He said, sliding his sweatpants down to his ankles, leaving him standing in just briefs and his t-shirt.
Buck scoffed. "Puh-lease," He said dramatically. "It looks exactly your size, Eds." He motioned up and down Eddie's body as he spoke.
"Har-har, very funny." Eddie replied. He stood there for a moment, skirt in hand as his mind was swimming in the four bottles he had drank prior, but ultimately, he took a deep breath, and hooked his legs into the skirt, pulling it up slowly.
He expected more resistance—maybe even getting it stuck around him, like Buck did, but getting it past his thighs and ass only took a little bit of effort, otherwise the skirt fit him like it was tailored to his size exactly. The hem of his boxer briefs were visible from the front, and from the cool breeze he could feel in the back, now, Eddie knew that it sat pretty high up on his ass.
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Eddie and Buck, drunk, find a miniskirt in Eddie's old storage.
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10 Jul 2026
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“Happy birthday, Buck.”
Buck barked.
Eddie was arching his ass in front of him, leaning against Buck's couch's armrest, and presenting himself to Buck. His ass was covered in a soft pink lingerie, the lines of the little panties were digging into Eddie's fat ass, leaving a deep red mark with how tight it hugs his cheeks, half of his ass cheeks were out, bursting from the mesh seams, screaming Buck to bite them. There was a little pink bow in the middle of the waistband, right over Eddie's ass.
“Here’s your birthday gift.”
Or: Buck planned a special birthday for Eddie, this is Eddie gifting Buck something special back for his birthday.Series
- Part 2 of 34+35
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08 Jul 2026
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buck keeps grinding against eddie in his sleep and eddie finally does something about it
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02 Jul 2026
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“I got a name.”
Ilya threw him a look, “Me too. Ilya.”
That earned him a smack to the head.
“For the baby,” Shane said, voice irritated, even if still very sleepy. His hand began petting down on Ilya's hair, as if in apology, fingers going through his curls.
Ilya smiled and settled back against the bump. He mumbled close to it, “That is bad news for you.”
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Or, Shane has naming rights from carrying the baby. Ilya doesn't really mind (as long as it's a good name!)
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- Part 2 of Medrawawi's fics!
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30 Jun 2026
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Eddie’s snapped back to the present by a thunderous cackle and a subsequent stupefied splutter. Theo’s just blown flour right into Buck’s face.
Eddie’s grin only grows when he sees Christopher slap a palm over his mouth, sniggering at Buck’s expense.
“Morning, gang,” he greets, keen to jump into the mayhem.
Buck pivots abruptly and drops the whisk with a clank. Eddie thinks he’d be raising two hands in surrender if not for them being occupied with gathering Theo up in both arms, powdered face fish-mouthing as he registers Eddie’s presence.
Theo’s eyes widen comically. “Teddy!” he screeches, immediately making grabby hands.
“Shit,” Buck gripes.
“Swear jar,” Chris contributes smugly, tilting the crown of his head back into Eddie’s sternum as he squeezes his teenager’s shoulders and drops a kiss to his forehead. “Happy birthday, Dad.”
or: Eddie turns thirty-four.
Bookmarked by Les___33
29 Jun 2026