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[bucksgreyhairs]

somewhere on the thoroughfare

Buddie | Road Trip Masurbation | E

3,978 words

Originally posted for a prompt on @weewookinkmeme. Check out the site here!

“Were you, uh, dreaming just now?” Eddie clears his throat. “Yeah,” he lies, because what is he supposed to say? The truth? He pushes himself up, still keeping himself angled away, scrubbing his palm down his face. “Yeah, I think I was.” At the very least, it isn’t broad daylight, so his cheeks won’t betray how goddamn hot his face is. He looks over at Buck; the dashboard of the Jeep and the moon in the sky cast a soft glow on his features. With a sidelong look, a sly little smile pulls at Buck’s lips. “Sounded like it mighta been a good one,” he teases, wagging his eyebrows.

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[iinryer]

— (squeeze) —

[buddie || T || 1,033 words || pre-relationship, choking ]

He's got a week off of work, an inability to hunch or twist his torso in any meaningful way, and a pitiful attitude about the whole thing. At least he’s got a medic for a roommate, Eddie had said. Buck isn’t so sure there are any bright sides at the moment.

Which is how he’s found himself, every night for the past few days, with Eddie kneeling on the bathroom floor, crouched between Buck’s open thighs—while Buck perches on the sink feeling mortifyingly exposed in only a hoodie and his boxers—in order to let Eddie clean and re-dress the inconveniently located stitches.

Buck has been perfectly normal about this.

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for the @weewookinkmeme prompt: “Eddie wants Buck to choke him with his thighs”

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[screamlet]

new fic: it's you, again

so this isn't NEW new, but it's de-anoned from @weewookinkmeme (link on dreamwidth) (as a fandom, let's get on that, please!!!)

bucktommy; 2k; explicit; complete

Tags: sci-fi au; future fic; clone sex; rough sex; age difference; past MCD

Notes:

For the prompt: Tommy is a rich older businessman whose husband died. He goes to some hand-wavey service to have one last night with his husband - so they recreate his younger body but can’t do the same with his personality. Cue a born yesterday, horny Buck who just wants to make his client/tommy happy. (link)

Summary:

Tommy Kinard, widower and multimillionaire, buys one more night with his husband. His dead husband. His dead husband's clone.

Excerpt:

Tonight Evan is 25 and Tommy knows from his own Evan that at this stage in life, he's never known clothes so fine, a room this rich and luxurious, or a man looking at him like he owns him, wants to devour him. Does own him. Will devour him.

[exhausteddiaz]

transference

buddie | explicit | 3.2k | canon divergence, face-fucking, leg humping, sleeping with your ex to make your bff jealous and other totally platonic things

“Well, isn't that gonna be a problem?” Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie sees Hen and Chim’s attention pivoting back and forth between him and Buck, the tension in the room quickly ratcheting to eleven. “If it is, I'll move.” Buck says it as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. As if he didn’t just stab a knife directly into Eddie’s gut and twist with one sentence rolling off his tongue like it was nothing. “You're gonna move?” Eddie snorts in disbelief, his head thrown back. “For Tommy?”

or: Buck acts out like he always does.

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for @hawkslonggoodbye and her amazing @weewookinkmeme prompt: Rather than adopting Blaze, Buck sleeps with Tommy to make Eddie jealous.

[hawkslonggoodbye]

show 'em what they're missing

buddie | 1.8k | e | public sex, exhibitionism, gym sex

Buck could not be held responsible for his own actions when Eddie wore tank tops and little shorts. He was only a man.

Eddie was blissfully ignorant to the direction of Buck's thoughts. He was innocently using a kettlebell, entirely unaware of the way Buck's eyes were drawn to his arms as he lifted it. Eddie had very biteable biceps. Buck had tried to gnaw on one just that morning while Eddie dodged him and insisted on getting ready for the day. They'd been running late to drop Chris off at school, so he was right to stop Buck, but still. Because of that, it had been over fourteen hours since Buck last came. Which was far too long. Not that Eddie seemed to care. There he was, bending over and showing his ass like it wasn't eleven o'clock on a Thursday morning.

It was obscene, that's what it was. And they were planning on going grocery shopping after this. Buck hoped Eddie would be happy shopping with a man who had a semi, because there was no way an hour and a shower would be enough to calm Buck down.

Eddie glanced back and grinned over his shoulder at Buck. Buck waved back. He did love his boyfriend, even if he was sexually frustrated.

When he was done with his reps, Eddie bounced over to Buck. "You okay? This is longer than you usually spend on the treadmill."

Buck twisted his hips in the hopes Eddie might not notice, but the motion just drew Eddie's attention to the bulge in his shorts.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. "Really, bud?"

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[buckedupbuttercup]

Coming Untouched (Undone) [9-1-1 | Buddie | 1/1]

5.3K words | explicit PWP | coming untouched | orgasm denial | sub!Eddie | light (LIGHT) bdsm | smut and humor

originally posted for this prompt on the @weewookinkmeme under the title "hands-free"

Summary: Buck’s new hyperfixation is making Eddie come, untouched, on his dick—and on his dick only. Eddie can’t do it. Commence slow but sure descent into insanity (and desperation for Buck’s cock).

Coming Untouched (Undone) [on AO3]

Eddie was aching for cock. 

The pre-Buck-fucking version of himself didn’t even know that could be a thing. Hell, the post-Buck-fucking version of him, up until approximately a week ago, didn’t either. Chalk it up to the ever-evolving wonders of discovering gay sex in your thirties.

He now knew it was absolutely a thing to yearn for a cock, and fucking goddamn it. There was a throbbing emptiness, a pulsing heat in his groin that wouldn’t quit. The drumbeat cry from his body to his brain to be filled. For Buck and his beautiful, giant, magic cock to hit that spot, over and over, so he could finally fucking come.

Because Eddie desperately needed to come. Only Buck wouldn’t let him come, because he was fucking evil and determined and Eddie was so in love with him it made him want to vomit. There was no other reason Eddie had put up with it, was going along with this insane experiment. Hadn’t cheated even a little bit, taking himself in-hand in the shower, chasing blessed relief from the worst case of blue balls known to man. Truly, he was God’s strongest soldier. 

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(the weewookinkmeme got me so good. finishing up another massive-ass fic as we speak oh no)

[sintari]

waste not, want not (buddie fic)

Buddie | ~2200 words | Explicit | Pre-Firefighter Games | Impractical bulking strategies | Idiot4Idiot

Before the Firefighter Games, Buck and Eddie figure out a delicious new way to bulk up.

Written for the Wee Woo Kink Meme prompt: Buddie come eating. They convince each other it's a good way to get extra protein while they're bulking. Waste not want not.

“Well—um—” Buck tries. “Are you ready for your BJ then?”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn for sky high brows. This is not the first Freudian slip Buck’s made lately. Eddie pays close attention.

Realizing what he’d said, Buck turns bright red. “Not BJ. B and J. Ben and Jerry’s. I meant your ice cream!”

“I knew what you meant, Buck.” But Eddie’s in a weird mood. Maybe it’s being able to eat whatever he wants on their bulk for the past week. Maybe it’s the school boy brat’s urge to mess with one of Clipboard Buck’s master plans. So he says, “But isn’t semen full of protein?”

Buck sets the plate of salmon down on the counter with an overly loud thunk. “Actually, that’s a myth—”

Eddie raises one eyebrow.

“—that they tested out on Mythbusters and found to be completely true!”

Eddie fingers the rim of the frosty glass of milk he has yet to start drinking. “Huh. That’s interesting.”

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[sonofatoasterwaffle]

i know better (than to call you mine)

E | Buddie | 16.4k

“I don’t want a stranger.” Eddie remembers, firm. “I’m already not enjoying it, I don’t wanna deal with some asshole knothead, too.” He can just see it now, his body demanding to be filled, his mind hazy and messy, some hulking guy who gets paid to knot poor unmated omegas tied to him for hours. Not to mention a stranger knowing where he lives alone with Christopher. It makes Eddie want to throw up in a way that has nothing to do with the alcohol. He must say some of this, because Buck is nodding studiously as he carefully makes his way back to the couch. “What about me?” OR demi!omega!Eddie has been dodging his heats for years, but his time is up. alpha!Buck, of course, is happy to help.

Originally posted here on the @weewookinkmeme for a brilliant prompt about ace spectrum omega!eddie 🫶🏻

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