request: *holds up a photo of baseball boy* Buck tending to his sunburnt lover please 🥺 complete with whining and tender loving- kisses for the sunburn victim because...theyre dunbass didnt use sunblock/wear proper clothes knowing they'd probably get burned.
warnings: swearing
“what did i tell you?” Buck sighed, barely containing a laugh as he looked at the back of my neck. “Either learn to cover your neck or don’t sit over there! Every time (Y/N)!”
“shut up buck.” I groaned. “It’s the best spot to watch you. Of course I’m going to sit there!” Buck let out a laugh as he reached around me to grab the lotion. He rubbed it on his hands before holding them up, catching my eye in the mirror.
“My hands are cold…” he started.
“they’re always cold.” I muttered. Buck gave me a look.
“and the lotion is cold…” he continued. I rolled my eyes.
“it’s always cold…AH SHIT BUCK!” I cried, jumping as he rubbed the lotion into the portion of my neck that had led to this. “Fucks sake!”
“this is what happens when you let yourself get a sunburn.” Buck teased. “And fuck it. Before practice tomorrow I’m getting you a towel or some shit. You are not getting sun poisoning. We’re not dealing with that.”
“that’s if I can even move my neck tomorrow without pain. If I’m in pain I am not leaving this bed.” I grumbled. Buck chuckled as he shook his head, making sure he worked the lotion into my skin. He leaned down and kissed my cheek, nuzzling his nose against me as I scowled at his reflection in the mirror. “I hate the sun.”
“I know you do baby.” Buck murmured. “I know you do.”
“but I love watching you practice.” I pouted. Buck nodded.
“I know. We’ll figure it out.” He promised, leaning down and kissing me on the lips.
“ok.” I whispered. I played with the buttons on his shirt. “And you know I love you right?” Buck smiled boyishly at me.
Holding the nexus in my hand I think of dancing fairies and pleasure boats.
My dad would say " Give me the treat. Not the treatment!”
I think of that as I inject the vaccine into her arm.
Somewhere Preston Sturges is smiling.
I dreamed a movie of his once.
Buck Weaver, Marietta Tree, Timothy Leary...I've met them all in the night.
The leaves glow outside.
We talk about glowing, she and I.
About light and all that can emanate from one's body. From our bodies.
I wish Lenore Kandel were here now.
Tensegrity sphere.
If only the world knew that love is tension holding Universe together.
I see the sphere to my left. The gods and goddesses smile with me.
The sun doesn't set in the west, you know.
As the breadmaker said, "We have all been mislead!"
I like the ravings of wild men.
As I enter the woman's body with needle, `I think of Hafez.
"My moon, if we kiss could I endure the love?"
I can. I am. And I will.
The atoms in my body whirl like a Sufi's cape.
Spin my love as our bodies intertwine.
A Rumi Poem. The Encyclopedia of Baseball. Ted Williams is a God.
Cryonic suspension is suspension nonetheless.
A dream cannot be discounted.
In the back of a GI truck going to a cattle feedlot, I asked the adult,
“If someone’s shot in the forehead and feel no pain in their death,
How can the shooter prove this?
How does shooter know? He's not in the man's body”
maybe I'm the raving man the heretic for I feel that all energy fields seek their own harmonies hear that human hear that human heard that human.
healing is eternal jesus did not do technique he just touched i like that i know that i am a heretic for understanding that kill me for i will survive in other ways.
love is metaphysical gravity says Bucky Baldhead I think this is true I have been lifted I also like to drink vodka.
had a shot of it today. It felt good. It felt warmed and I felt alive.
Request: Buck weaver Okey him after a game, maybe jt was a rough game and hes just having a bad day, its been rough you know? Baseball and all- hes dirty, he gets home, his partner is home, they take a cute bath together, all clean and giggly, one thing leads to another- Sure hed been having some rather deep kisses the minute he walked through the door and all- But it got worse when he gets in the bath..shower whatever with them it gets worse- things get heavy and heated, lots of kisses...mildly teasing perhaps in the shower before getting out to have sex in bed, its amazing of cource, and cut to~ cuddles
AN: because I finally convinced Mikey to watch eight men out and buck weaver is finally reinstated, enjoy. Welcome back buck!
warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)
Buck chuckled as he pressed me against the door. My fingers dug into his sweaty hair as he kissed me deeply. He was leaving dirt stains on my apron but who cared.
“we’re going to the series honey.” Buck whispered as he dragged his nose over my cheek. “First one since the war and we’re going.” I giggled as his stubble scratched my neck. "We did get shafted though. No bonus."
"No bonus? I thought..." I started. Buck pulled back and nodded.
"So did we. All we got was a bunch of flat champagne." He sighed. I cupped his cheek.
"You're kidding." I breathed. Buck shook his head as he swept me into his arms. "That bastard." Buck nodded as he leaned in to kiss me. I put a finger against his lips, smiling when he pouted. "But you need to shower Buck. All smelly." Buck laughed as he put me down.
"How about we take a bath instead?" He asked, eyes still downcast as he gently tugged me towards the bathroom. I rolled my eyes playfully at him as I tugged my apron free with one hand and tossed it into the kitchen.
"I suppose." I sighed as Buck snickered. Entering the bathroom, I turned on the faucet and grabbed the appropriate soaps. Buck stripped out of his suit and tossed it in the laundry. "Why do they make you wear those home? Wouldn't it be easier just to let you take the uniform?"
"Another club sure. But this is Comey's club we're talking about." Buck said as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.
"Exactly." I said, tilting my head to give him more access. "It would be cheaper to have the players' partners wash their uniforms than have a cleaning service do it."
"But then they wouldn't be as bright white and starchy." He joked. I smiled as he slowly started to undress me. I hummed as he kissed along my shoulders before turning and helping me climb into the tub. Buck followed behind me. I turned so I was facing him, straddling him as his arms rested on the edge of the tub. Buck looked up at me with a soft smile. "What you got in mind?" He asked, sighing as I rubbed my hands over his shoulders.
"I think you know Buck." I whispered as I leaned down to kiss him. "It’s been a long day. Let me take care of you." He nodded as his hands slipped to my waist. I cupped his cheeks as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away, I reached behind me to grab the soap. I took my time as I ran it over his body, making sure I got everywhere there was dirt. Buck quietly moaned as I worked him over. By the time I was washing the soap out of his hair, he was already hard and leaking. Buck pulled me back into his lap once his hair was done. He wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood up from the bath. "Buck!" I laughed as he carefully climbed out. I clung to him as he walked us to our bedroom. Setting me down on the bed, he crawled over me.
“see what you do to me?” He asked, nosing along my jawline. His cock pressed against my entrance and I shifted slightly. “I can’t help it. You’re just so perfect.” He kissed me deeply as he thrust into me. I moaned as he paused to let me adjust.
“buck.” I whined. He hummed as he started to thrust into me, setting a gentle rhythm. I cupped the back of his neck as I pulled him into another kiss. Buck rubbed circles into my hip as he pulled my leg up around his waist. His wet hair dripped onto my face as he pulled back slightly. I brushed it out of his face as he smiled down at me. “Sure know how to show someone a good time.” Buck chuckled as he leaned down to kiss me again.
“no one ever said I didn’t.” He teased. He gently rocked into me as my fingers dug into his back. “(Y/N).” He murmured as I wrapped my legs around his back. My ankles dug into his ass.
“buck.” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Buck leaned down to kiss along my neck, stopping to leave a mark on my collarbone. “Buck!” I cried as I came. He moaned loudly as he buried his head in my neck, following me with his own orgasm. His arms gave out as he collapsed on top of me. I ran my fingers through his hair as we tried to even out our breathing. “Well damn.” I laughed as he propped his chin on my chest.
“that’s one way to celebrate a pennant win.” He teased. I nodded as he rolled off of me. I grabbed the blanket and threw it over us as buck turned on the radio. He pulled me into his arms and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“it certainly is.” I agreed as we settled in to listen to the city celebrating.
Brian Damage
Grappling with Tragedy is a series of articles that deal with unfortunate, tragic incidents that have occurred throughout the history of professional wrestling. It is unlike the ‘Wrestling with Sin’ series that deals more with the seedier side of wrestling like arrests, murders and suicides. Grappling looks more at particular tragic incidents that have in some instances altered pro…
