DEFINITION ⦂⠀Someone who is aware of x, in a way that feels distinct from others awareness of a subject, only understood by similar individuals to oneself.
PT: Definition: Someone who is aware of x, in a way that feels distinct from others awareness of a subject, only understood by similar individuals to oneself. /end PT
This is intended as an alternate to the "pilled" suffix. It may be used as a(n) attraction, gender, interest, stance, et cetera.
ADDITIONAL ⦂⠀Coined on the 23rd of February, 2026. Symbol from flaticon (link).
PT: Additional: Coined on the 23rd of February, 2026. Symbol from flaticon (link). /end PT
The music was too loud to notice
when my thoughts began slipping sideways
laughter stretched thin
faces melting into strangers
I swore I’d known minutes before
The room tilted gently at first
like maybe it was apologizing
and then the floor forgot my name
Voices echoed underwater
Hands brushed past me
and I couldn’t tell
which ones were real
Time broke into missing pieces
holes punched clean through the night
I remember blinking
then nothing
then panic blooming late
When I woke, the world felt borrowed
my body heavy with questions
my memory refused to answer
Everyone said it was “just a party”
but fear lingered
long after the bass stopped shaking the walls
I scrubbed the night from my skin
but it stayed behind my eyes
that quiet terror of not knowing
what was taken
while I wasn’t allowed to choose
Now crowds make my chest tighten
cups left unattended look like threats
trust feels fragile as glass
It stole more than a night from me
they taught my joy
to flinch
👋🏻 It’s been a while since I last posted a story but I forgot I had this still hanging around. With no desire to play the alphabet game, I just thought it best to post this.
🌹PLEASE NOTE 🌹
Emotions is the final installment of Dosed. It is set between chapters 7 & 8. It is strongly advised that you read that story first for this one to make sense.
Dosed Masterlist
Alphabet Story Masterlist
Pairing: August Walker x O.F.C Scarlett Treadaway
Summary: August learns to live again one emotion at a time
Word Count: 4,400 words
Warning: SMUT oral, fingering, edging, blindfolds, handcuffs, rough sex, multiple orgasms. Light spanking Sub/Dom vibes if you blink. Spy related violence, gore, blood and death. Swearing, knife play. Likely loads of things I've missed as this is a long one! Let me know if there are things I've missed.
Beta: @athenepromachos
A/N 1: Thank you to @greensleeves888 for making all the letterheads and @the-soot-sprite for all the dividers. Story title headers made by me.
A/N 2: This is my first contribution to my @henrycavillbingo card (Handcuffs) . I'm so sorry for the delay. Bingo Card Masterlist
EMPATHY
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sound of gunfire echoed around the room, the sharp sound making his ears ring. In the space of thirty seconds, he sees his and Scarlett’s lives flash before his eyes.
“SCARLETT, LOOK OUT!” Is the last thing he remembers being said.
The words are shouted by Elliot, one of Scarlett’s most loyal men, now lying dead from a gunshot to the neck. There was so much blood, the thick red liquid splattered everywhere. August had forgotten how messy gunshot wounds to the jugular could be.
It felt like time had frozen for August, Scarlett and what remains of her team. All of whom were rooted to their positions. In reality, only seconds had passed, and the agents all started firing back in the direction of the abandoned warehouse roof opposite where the fatal shot had been fired from. It took the team five long minutes to finally win the shootout and start their retreat to safety. Jim, dragging a wounded Elliot along with them, gripping him by his bulletproof vest. The so-called safety equipment was utterly useless to a neck shot. The team finally reach safety and gather around the wounded man. Even August tries to help by keeping guard as Scarlett and her team try to save their injured friend.
“Come on El, not like this! You’re not dying on me!” August hears Scarlett shout in desperation. August wanted to look at her, see if he could help, but he couldn’t. Knowing he was more use to her team by keeping lookout in case the sniper tried to attack them again.
“Boss! It’s no good, he’s lost too much blood.” Jim tries reasoning with his boss and the older man was right.
The volume of blood loss from arterial bleed to Elliot’s neck has been massive, August estimated a pint maybe two had been lost within the first ninety seconds. Most of which had covered Scarlett from head to toe. Scarlett’s blonde locks, the side of her face and neck along with her clothes were doused in the dark red gunk.
August does one last observation of their surroundings and decides they are safe, for now at least. He disarms his gun and places it back in his thigh holster, turning his attention to his distraught lover. He closes the short distance between them and bends down reaching out with a shaking hand placing it on her shoulder. He has no clue why he is trembling, but he has an odd feeling and an emotion, he can’t quite place. Most probably because he hasn’t allowed himself to feel for such a long time but being around Scarlett has changed that.
“Scarlett, there's nothing more you can do for him. We need to leave and get the rest of your team to safety.” He rubs her shoulder, keeping his voice as calm as possible.
“I…we can’t…” he can tell she is in shock. He’s never seen her look so lost before, but he can understand her reaction. She’s worked with Elliot most of her career, rising above him in the ranks to eventually become his boss, but he has been her right-hand man and fiercely loyal.
“We’ll take Elliot with us, make sure he gets returned to his family.” He cups her cheek under the guise of wiping the blood away from her cheek. Shit! His family. Elliot has a wife and three children under twelve back home. He doesn’t deserve to die this way and his family didn't deserve to lose a husband and father because he is working in a team that August’s presence had led to his death.
As August, Scarlett and the team retreat to the safety of their vans. Jim lifts their dead friend and carries him over his shoulder. The other men, their guns drawn ready for any further threats following quickly. Driving away with himself and Scarlett, alone in the back, August reaches out and takes hold of her blood-covered hand, entwining their fingers.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers, his warm breath tickling the shell of her ear. He doesn’t recall the last time he’s said that word… maybe never.
It’s then it dawns on him how close he had been to losing her. They had only been sleeping together for the last four months. Inseparable, since the night of his near-fatal dosing. But for the first time since his childhood, August feels truly afraid. Scared that he might lose the woman that has taught him how to feel again, how to love and it terrifies him.
Emotions
August finds himself pinned to the thick cream painted door to his hotel room, causing it to slam shut under the presence of his weight with a loud thud.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He snarls, glaring at Scarlett who has him held up against the door. The handle pushed painfully into the small of his back.
“Why did you disobey my direct order?” Scarlett retorts back, standing on her toes. Her body flush against his own, one arm pinning his body to the door, the other resting on his collarbone. The silver blade of her precious lipstick knife, pressed to the stubble covered skin on his neck. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing precariously close to the tiny, yet razor-sharp weapon.
“Because that prick had his hands on you! If I hadn’t entered when I did, he would have raped you!” He fumes back.
“I can handle myself, Sam, I’ve been doing this job long before I met you. I know how to deal with violent men like O'Reilly, and let’s face it, I've been dealing with you long enough. I must have learnt something by now!” She glares at him, pushing the tip of the blade into his creamy flesh, almost daring him to react. If she wanted a reaction, she was sure as hell going to get one.
He grabs her wrist, moving the lipstick knife away from his throat, making Scarlett press her knee into his groin, in annoyance. The pressure of her bony knee pushes harshly into his crotch, making him moan. He grabs at her forearms and spins them, lifting Scarlett so her legs dangle off the ground. Pushing her back into the hallway wall of their hotel room with a thud, he takes hold of both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head, making her drop her miniature weapon onto the carpeted floor.
“Men like him are far more dangerous than you’ll ever imagine. I’ve seen those men; I’ve worked with those men, and they make my skin crawl and that’s saying something considering the number of pricks I’ve met. O'Reilly and his kind are the worst of men.” He stares into her eyes making sure Scarlett knew just how angry he was with her.
“That’s bull!” She bites back, thrusting her hips up against his, not trying to get free, but trying to distract him instead.
“You know I could deal with him. You’ve seen me fight men like him, so why start disobeying my orders now? I thought we finally had an understanding.” He loosens his grip on her wrists allowing her feet to touch the floor again but doesn’t let her go. Instead, using his free hand to take hold of her hip, August digs his fingertips into her flesh through the material of her jeans.
“Because I love you” August snaps back in frustration. Shit!.
“You what?!” Scarlett gives him a wide-eyed look, clearly surprised by his revelation. If he was being honest, he was too. Not at the fact he loved her, he had known that for a while now. It was the fact he had told her that had surprised August.
“You fucking heard me, Trixie. I. Love. You” he emphasises the last three words, looking his lover straight in the eyes. She swallows, a smile forming on her soft lips.
“I love you too Sam. I wish I didn’t, but I do. So much.” He cups the side of her neck in his hand, leaning down, capturing her slightly chapped lips in a fierce kiss.
He releases her hands and slides his other arm between the wall and Scarlett’s lower back, nudging her legs apart, pinning her hips to the wall with his own. August slips his tongue into her mouth, the bristly hairs on his top lip brushing at the tip of her nose.
Scarlett lets out an appreciative moan, as her tongue joins his in a battle of dominance. With the need for air, he begrudgingly moves his lips away from his lover’s and turns his attention to the sensitive skin behind her ear kissing the soft area where her creamy skin meets her hairline. The smell of her citrus shampoo and the flowery scent of her perfume fills his senses, as he laps at the skin. He hears Scarlett let out a moan and August starts trailing kisses down the side of her neck. He feels Scarlett’s fingernails dig into his dark green shirt-covered shoulder blades and he lifts his head back up and places a quick peck on her lips. He finally moves his lips away from hers, leaving their forehead touching as they stand panting catching their breath.
“Samuel Hartley, are you crying?” She wraps her arms tighter around his neck, running her fingers into his soft brown curls.
“Me cry?” He scoffs. “It’s just allergies” she rolls her eyes at his blatant lie. He should have learnt by now he can never get away with lying to her.
“Of course, it is, you soppy git. Are you going soft on me Sam?” She teases and August can feel her lips lifting into a smile as she talks.
“Shut up and kiss me you cheeky minx” and she does, their lips pressing over each other, both pouring all their feelings of fear, love and passion into the kiss. August loves and hates having feelings for Scarlett in equal measure. Trixie would either be the making of Samuel or destroy him completely and at this moment in time, he doesn’t care which as long as he gets to have his lover, his Trixie, safe in his arms. That was all that mattered to him. Trixie was teaching him how to feel a true emotional connection, gradually peeling back the hardened layers of August Walker and bringing Samuel Hartley back to life. Educating him, one emotion at a time.
EROTIC EXPLORATION
The soft hum of the autumn breeze swirls around the dark timber log cabin that August, Scarlett and her team have been calling home for the past two weeks. Hidden away in the Swiss Alps, the cabin was the perfect hideaway as they tracked the path of the potentially lethal chemical weapons through Europe.
It had been a little over a year since August had first met Scarlett. He had been battered and bruised, practically dead after his brutal fight with Ethan, both physically and emotionally broken. In the hours upon hours he’d spent alone in his room recovering, when Scarlett and her men were not interrogating him, August had time to reflect on what he had done and the man he had become. He had never expected after his first meeting with the feisty Agent Scarlett Treadaway, that a little over 14 months later, said agent would be laying naked in his arms atop his own bare body.
Four months had now passed since his near-fatal dosing and they were still exploring their newfound relationship, he hated that word. But after nearly losing Trixie to the sniper. Sam had realised just how much he loved her, and he learnt to accept that he wanted, no, needed the closeness of the emotional and physical bond that he had formed with the woman responsible for his life. As they became closer both were getting more and more disheartened by the job they were doing. The never-ending stream of bad guys and the loss of good men was slowly taking a toll on both of them, finding that they were needing and relying on each other emotionally and physically more and more each day. The more August opened up to Scarlett and vice versa, the more they were both becoming Sam and Trixie and the more they were falling in love.
August lifts Scarlett’s head off his chest, as the early morning sun starts to rise, peaking through the cream curtains illuminating their bedroom in a soft off-white glow. He rests Scarlett’s head gently on the pillows in the middle of the bed, her soft locks fanning out over the pillows.
“Hmm, Sam?” She mumbles sleepily lifting her hand out to touch him. August takes her hand lifting the palm to his lips and placing a soft kiss. He rests on his side and leans in close to Scarlett’s ear, holding her hand in his.
“It’s early, I couldn’t sleep.”, he whispers, kissing her knuckles. “So I thought I should treat you for once.” He leans in closer so their cheeks are touching, placing a kiss to her ear, then her cheek.
“Treat me?” She questions, her eyes barely squinting open. August gets out of bed and walks naked to the chairs in the corner of the room. He picks up one of his ties and Scarlett’s handcuffs that were lying on the table. He walks back to the bed pulling the covers off, exposing his lover's naked body to the cool air.
“Fucking hell Sam! It’s bloody cold” He chuckles at her protests and climbs back onto the bed.
“You’ll be begging for a cold shower when I’m done with you.” August teases in a low tone. He was grateful for the king-sized bed’s design, wide and spacious with wooden posts perfectly spaced out on the headboard. He kneels beside where Scarlett lay, her nipples hardening and goosebumps covering her soft flesh from the change in temperature.
“Do you trust me, Trixie?” He asks, peering into her still sleep-filled eyes.
“Of course I do Sam” she lifts her hand cupping his stubbled cheek. He lowers his head placing his lips over Scarlett’s and they share a quick kiss.
“Arms up” he demands using his most authoritative tone.
“Sam?” Scarlett questions, surprise etched on her face.
“It’s time for you to fully let go and trust me, Trixie. So arms up.” He emphasises the last two words and glares at her, seeing her swallow nervously.
For a moment he wonders if he had misread their budding relationship. However, his concerns are soon diminished when Scarlett lifts her arms and places her hands on two of the wooden posts. There wasn't any need for her to stretch her arms, so she won’t get uncomfortable. He nudges her hands a little further into the gaps and feeds the metal cuffs through attaching them to each of her wrists. He holds the key in front of her face and then places it on the mattress by the pillow. It was in easy reach to both of them and he knew Scarlett could manoeuvre herself to them if she wanted to get out.
“I want you to feel safe, feel free. Do you trust me to give that to you?” August asks as he picks up the silk tie.
“Yes, Sam” he takes that as her consent and cups the back of her head, wrapping the tie over her eyes and knotting it.
“Can you see anything?” He asks, kissing her cheek so she knows where he is.
“No” she replies, shaking her head from side to side.
“Good. Now I want you to lay there and just feel.” He leans in closer, so his mouth is close to her ear.
“Feel the pleasure I’m going to give you. Trust me, Trixie. I’m going to make you feel so good. You’re going to be begging me to make you cum over” he places a kiss on her chin, “and over” he kisses her cheek, “and over again” he kisses her lips and she lets out the tiniest of moans. It seems she has gotten into this quicker than he had anticipated. She really was his Minxy Trixie.
August starts his quest downwards, kissing her chin, neck and collarbone. He latches his lips onto one of her hardened nipples, pebbled by the cool air. Taking the other between his fingers, he starts twisting the bud in time with the sucking of his lips.
“Hmmm, Sam.” He hears Scarlett mumble. He imagines her eyes are closed as she takes in the sensation of his familiar touch. He trails wet kisses down the valley between her breasts, and then lower over her taut stomach.
“Patience” he mumbles onto her warm skin as he squeezes one of her nipples, harder than before.
He continues his lips descent, splaying his large mitts over her rib cage as he dips his tongue into her belly button giving the area the same attention he has her breasts. He shuffles his body lower, gliding his mouth and calloused palms down her sides, stopping when he reaches her hips. He places a kiss on one hip bone, then the other, leaving red marks from his moustache and stubble in its wake. Poking his tongue out, he starts making a damp trail from her hip bone down the curve of the top of her thigh. The mixture of her citrus body wash and the natural musk of her skin filling his nostrils. Licking and nipping a path with his tongue and teeth until his lips are hovering close to where he knows she would want him the most. Her hips buck up and he lets out a laugh that radiates through her sensitive skin.
“Please stop teasing.” He hears Scarlett beg. August pushes her hips back down into the mattress, tightening his grip on her body.
“Who said I was teasing? Is that what you want, Trixie? because I can.” She lets out a huff and he smirks at her reaction. He places another kiss on the inside of her thigh and then repeats the gesture to the other side. Alternating between the soft flesh, kissing the various stretch marks and scars. His lips, drifting ever closer and closer to her mound.
“Fuck Sam….” God, he loves hearing her say his real name.
“In time my minxy Trixie.” His warm breath touches her clit and she whines again. He licks his lips, in anticipation of the delicious treat he is about to feast upon. He feels his arousal building, as his cock twitches against the mattress. Fighting the urge to lift himself up and just pound into his lover's body, he takes two deep breaths to regain his control.
Holding Scarlett’s hips steady with a firm grip he brushes the tip of his tongue onto her clit in the lightest of touches. Scarlett lets out a soft “hmm” in response and he repeats the feather-light touch. Using one muscular foreman to pin her body to the bed, August uses his thumb and index finger to spread her lower lips, exposing her clit to the cool air. He dives in tongue first, licking her from back to front, up her slit to her clit and sucks on her sensitive bud until the sounds of her moans fill the room. He laps at her essence and as he feels her thighs start to quiver against his shoulders, he withdraws his mouth from her body.
“Sam!” Scarlett calls out, frustration lacing her voice. He kisses his way back up her body. When he reaches her neck, he can’t help but let out a chuckle as he feels her chest huff in annoyance. He leans on his elbows and brushes some stray strands of her slightly damp hair off her forehead.
“You look so fucking sexy. All wet and wanton. Thrashing about, in frustration. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more beautiful” he kisses her lips, pulling away just as she tries to sneak her tongue into his mouth, and she lets out a whine at the loss.
“Desperation suits you Trixie” he whispers seductively into her ear as she thrusts her hips up brushing her mound over his hard cock. He bites at his bottom lip to suppress his own moan. He was not going to let her regain the upper hand. August lifts himself from between Scarlett’s legs and lays on his side, making sure to press his ample erection into her hip.
“Sam, please.” Scarlett pleads, rolling onto her side and tugging at the cuffs making the headboard rattle loudly as the metal scraped on the frame. If her colleagues didn’t know what they had been getting up to the last few months, they soon would. August reaches out, giving her buttock a hard slap.
“Be quiet, unless you want dumb and dumber to find out just how much special you put into that special agent title of yours” he warns, giving her arse another slap for good measure.
“Are you going to quieten down now?” Scarlett nods into the soft pillow. August smiles and tilts his head down, nudging her nose with his, angling her head just so, placing a soft peck to her lips.
He lifts himself, resting his head on his arm and roams his hand over Scarlett’s breasts and back down her stomach. She spreads her legs and he kisses her forehead, appreciating her compliance. He glides his callous fingers through her trimmed pubic hair and over her clit. He looks at her face and sees Scarlett nibbling her bottom lip to suppress her moans and movements.
“Good girl.” He praises, kissing her lightly sweat covered temple. He can feel her wetness coat his two fingers as he slips them through her folds and to her entrance. He doesn’t bother being gentle and breaches her throbbing core with his thick digits. Scarlett whimpers and bucks her hips. He withdraws his fingers to the tips then pushes back in. Repeating the movements over and over again until Scarlett is a withering mess. August can feel her warm cunt squeeze his fingers tighter with every thrust of his hand. Her pussy clamps around his fingers and her body trembles with the start of her orgasm, he smirks and pulls out.
“Sam!” Scarlett kicks out her foot connecting with his shin. “You fucking arsehole!”
He sniggers at her tantrum, as he watches her thrash about.
“Now that’s not very ladylike is it?” he teases as he sees her forehead frown. He could only imagine what her eyes would be doing if he could see them.
“Fuck you! I swear if you don’t let me cum, I will shoot you, Samuel! Right in that smug fucking face of yours” she warns. August sucks her juices from his fingers emphasising what he was doing by making a loud popping sound as he finishes.
“You taste impeccable as always, sweetheart.” He kneels on the bed, the head of his dripping cock bouncing as he moves. Fuck he needs to cum.
However much he is enjoying watching Scarlett’s reactions to his teasing he was getting desperate for his own release. His own selfish needs, becoming his priority. August grabs hold of Scarlett’s thighs and spreads her legs kneeling between them. Taking hold of his cock he rubs the head over Scarlett’s clit making her whimper. He moves his aching member through her folds, to her dripping core. He slowly opens the throbbing walls of her cunt with his cock and they both let out loud moans. He pulls out slowly, then thrusts powerfully back in. His hips moving at speed.
“Fuck!” He feels her quivering walls squeeze his cock.
“Harder! Fuck me harder, Sam” Scarlett demands gripping the wooden poles of the headboard and August is too far gone in his own arousal to keep teasing.
He accelerates his thrusts, supporting himself on one hand and taking hold of one of Scarlett’s thighs in the other. This new angle, allows the uncut head of his cock to reach her cervix, the added stimulation tipping Scarlett over the edge as she chants his name over and over as she climaxes.
“Trix….fuck” he roars, throwing his head back as he reaches his peak. His curls bouncing, his back arching as his orgasm hits him with force. His cum, spilling from his cock in hot spurts into Scarlett’s waiting womb, as her trembling walls continue to milk him for every last drop.
As they come down from their orgasms and their breathing starts to steady. August pulls out and watches in lewd fascination as the thick milky liquid of his cum drips from Scarlett’s body. He dips a thick finger into the mixture and pushes it back into Scarlett’s still quivering core, making her moan.
August leans over grabbing the key. He unlocks the metal cuffs, releasing Scarlett’s wrists from their restraints. He throws the cuffs across the bed, and they hit the carpeted floor with a thud. He reaches around the back of Scarlett’s head and un-knots the silk tie, tossing it the same direction. He watches as she blinks several times, her blue orbs readjusting to the warm glow of the bedroom.
“Are you okay?” He asks, brushing strands of her damp hair off her forehead and away from her eyes, as he rubs her wrists.
“Hmmm, I’m fine Sam, a little sore and tired” she mumbles and August panics for a moment. Scarlett must have seen the worry on his face as she reaches up, touching his cheek. “It’s a good sore. You didn’t hurt me, Sam. I promise.” She smiles, brushing her thumb over his stubble.
“I’d never want to hurt you Trix” he reveals truthfully, and she nods cupping the back of his head. Pulling him down towards her, placing a chaste peck on his lips.
“I know and that’s why I love you.” August can’t help but relax at her soothing words and he wraps his arms around her waist and rolls them so that he’s lying on his back with Scarlett on top of him, their chests pressed together.
“I love you too Trixie.” He hears her let out a hmm in response as her eyes flutter closed, clearly exhausted from their lovemaking. As August watches Scarlett drift off to sleep, he wonders what other erotic delights they could explore next.
Tagged by @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings and @daffi-990. You are all so wonderful and I cannot wait for all your upcoming works! Mwha!
Super excited for todays snippet share. Not only is it from NFL Buck, but I have finally got to work on one of the best scenes from the show itself. Dosed! So I present to you, LSD Eddie (and Ravi!) Enjoy!
The pollen is just so pretty. Glimmering in the beams of sunlight and making beautiful dance moves. Eddie knows how to dance. He’s tried teaching Buck a few times, but for a man who’s footwork is so flawless on the field, he has two left feet when it comes to moving them to a beat. Eddie doesn’t care though. He loves to dance with Buck because he smiles so big and bright and oh, he laughs so loud that it vibrates Eddie’s entire being. He wishes he could dance with Buck now, show him how the pollen moves and see his boyfriend glimmer among it.
Tears burn in the corner of Eddie’s eyes and for what seems like the 100th time today, he rubs at them. “Man allergies are going crazy today.” Eddie lies because he can’t tell the others he’s crying over his secret boyfriend.
“Yea you too huh?” Ravi remarks next to him.
Okay, now Eddie thinks it may be allergies and not the thought of his too beautiful Buck.
“The index wasn’t elevated this morning.” Probie relays, “Think it’s a new kind?”
“New kind of what?” Eddie is really confused now.
“Pollen.” Ravi responds.
Can Ravi see the pollen too? Oh god, can he read Eddie’s mind?! He looks away from the younger firefighter and at his hands, hoping it would keep the kid out of his inner thoughts. Whoa, now the pollen is weaving its way between his fingers, making them tingle.
“A new kind of pollen?” Chimney questions from across them.
“You’re not feeling this Chim?” How could he not? It is everywhere, seeping into every pore of his skin. Eddie peeks at Ravi, whose eyes are drifting around the truck cabin. Ravi can see it, Eddie isn’t alone.
Chimney gives him an odd look, “No I do not.” He answers.
Eddie looks out the window, sees more glittering puffs twirling in the wind, “I can see the pollen.”
“I can hear it.” Ravi comments. And oh! That’s what that sound is! The pollen sounds just like Christopher and Buck’s laughter. It’s wonderful.
Hehehe. I am having so much fun writing this, especially since I have the dosed clip pretty much on repeat. Anywho, hope you all enjoyed! Everything NFL Buck can be found here.
