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Sentences Sunday

A little bit more from singer Buck and actor Tommy <333:

Staring at himself again, still feeling that his look needs something else in his ‘rebelling prince’ look, he hears a loud wolf whistle and then sweet like syrup, deep like best chocolate and hot as hell voice says, 

“I get why the cowboy fell deep deep down for price after one look.”

Buck swallows when he sees Tommy giving him another appreciating up and down.  

It is flattering that the man who’s hot as him does it. And Buck was prepared to meet with one of the sexiest men alive, but he wasn’t ready that his new friend is so hot.

How the fuck people can do anything down when he’s around? All Buck wants to do it’s to fall on his knees and suck his brain from his cock.

Fuck, his cock definitely huge. I can feel it. Men like him always have huge cocks

Berating myself for being too horny, Buck gets closer, offering his hand and soft smile, “thanks for being here, Tommy.”

The man smiles back and Buck is gone. That beautiful smile with nose scratch is killing him, shoots right in heart with cupid arrows.

“Happy to be here, Evan,” Tommy shakes his hand, “even if not with the best start of everything.”

Buck nods, but with every day the pain from betrayal feels smaller. Life is moving and he wants to accept what he has now.

“Y-yeah, but everything for the best, right?”

“Absolutely,” Tommy looks at him with the same looking, even slower taking all of his look in, “especially for you fans who will see you like this.”

That makes Buck laugh. Real deep belly laugh.

“Can’t wait for all horny postings then.”

Tommy chuckles.

“People would definitely be obsessed with you in this,” then he tilts his head, “ can I offer a thing though?”

Buck nods.

“Untie it up a bit, show your chest. It’ll give a better idea of rebelling and price being tired of people doing what they want to him and using him.”

Buck does exactly that, turning back to the mirror. And … yes. Finally perfection.

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April Receiptify

Tagged by @aspecbuddie 🫶

No pressure tagging! @steadfastsaturnsrings @bidisasterevankinard @heather-collins @spotsandsocks @theotherbuckley @wikiangela and anyone who wants to do it!

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she gets it from her dads

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Assigned Gay by Targeted Advertisements

Rated T | 10,979 words | Buck/Eddie | Loosely 5+1 style | Real world issues of data privacy and surveillance, justified technophobe Eddie Diaz

At first, Eddie thinks nothing of it. He lives in LA: there are plenty of ads specifically for queer people all over the place, so it’s not like he’s never seen a billboard with a rainbow on it. Then Buck starts talking about data privacy and the ads just keep coming, so Eddie starts to wonder if the advertising companies know something about him that he doesn’t.

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Cowboy Buddie AU!!🐎🌵☀️

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and it's papa 911, not just captain nash 1x10 | 6x08 | 8x06

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I know I sound like your mom but you kids need to stop fucking vaping

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riding home in the backseat

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wip wednesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley

hello, I need to start posting more snippets again, I have too many wips I need motivation for lol

here's my "8x11 morning after going differently fic" where im giving them the counter make out they deserve lol it uses some of the dialogue until a certain point, but then it's going how it was supposed to idc lol

(lowkey set myself a cut off point in the episode dialogue to change stuff from then on and got stuck but I rememberd I can change stuff at any point actually, who knew lol)

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"Honestly?" Buck scans Tommy's face, leaning in slightly. He can't help his eyes falling onto his lips, that perfect cupid's bow he needs to taste again. "This was the best night I've had in this place." He smiles, feeling so light and well-rested for once, and so happy. Just, he feels right, sitting here with Tommy so close. "To be fair," Buck adds, "it's also the first night I've had in this place, but, uh, still." He licks his lips, not even hiding he's looking right at Tommy's. Craving another taste.

Buck squeezes his thighs around Tommy's hips, reaches out to wrap his arms around Tommy's neck and bringing him closer. Tommy's not protesting, his smile only growing, hands inching a little further up on Buck's thighs.

"Yeah?" Tommy tilts his head, gaze stopping on Buck's lips.

"Mhm." Buck's eyes flutter as he leans further into Tommy, their noses brushing.

"Wonder why's that." Tommy hums, and Buck laughs, shakes his head slightly, enough to not lean away from Tommy.

"I always sleep better with you next to me." Buck whispers, and hears Tommy's breath hitch before he presses his lips to Tommy's.

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And the anger felt good for a season....

-Floating in the night by Judah and the Lion

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URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD.

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I'm a thief, (he can join the heist)

buck/eddie | teen and up | 3.5k words

“So, I don't think Maddie mentioned what you do for work?” “Oh, I'm a cop.” Buck says, hesitating just for a fraction of a millisecond. People have very different reactions to that revelation, depending on who they are, and Buck's prepared himself for pretty much every possible scenario. “Oh,” Eddie says after a beat, voice neutral, impassive and cool. “Maddie didn't mention you were a cop.” His date sounds too put together— So effortless that you just know a great amount of effort has been put into sounding as natural and indifferent as Eddie has. Buck thinks and knows that Officer Grant would immediately be suspicious of it, and he tries to push the thought away. She can be a little paranoid. or: Maddie might be the worst (best) matchmaker in history.

read on ao3

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by tonytnally

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a small collection of recent sambucky doodles