#kinky buddie

[calinaannehart]

Thursday Tease (is that a thing?)

Here's a snippit from the next instalment of Papi y puto!

He should have realized it would happen at some point. Sooner or later someone was going to clock the thin leather band around his neck for what it really was, not just a trendy accessory but a discrete version of his collar that he can wear out in the vanilla world. Buck just never imagined the person to clock it would be Tommy Kinard. “Most day collars are still pretty obvious,” Tommy says, nodding at the black strip sitting flush against his skin. “But yours is very subtle. It looks good on you.” He adds with a wink. Buck stares at him for a moment, dumbfounded. “You…you know what it is?”  “I do,” Tommy confirms as he tips his beer bottle into his mouth once more, draining the last of the liquid. Buck nervously flicks his eyes to the other side of the booth where Chim and Hen are engaged in an yet another animated retelling of the cruise ship rescue to Maddie and Karen.  A tap on his hands draws his attention back to Tommy, the man leaning closer, a soft smile on his face. “Hey, Evan, don’t panic, I’m not going to tell the world about it.” Buck lets out a puff of breath he hadn’t realized was stuck.  “I didn’t think you would, I just, you know, that part of my life with Eddie is…” Buck trails off when Tommy nods vigorously.  “It’s private,” The man agrees. “Well, you’re two lucky guys, it’s rare to find a life partner whom you share the dynamic with as well.”  “Are you—” Buck starts, sparing another quick look to double check no one is listening in. “Do you have a…” “A sub?” Tommy finishes for him, answering the unspoken part of Buck question at the same time. “Not at the moment, nothing permanent, at least. I haven’t found the right match yet, I guess.”

[loveinisolation]

Sweet Like Sugar Venom

2.8k of post 8x09 smut and feels.

Summary: “You do have terrible coping skills,” Eddie jokes, and Buck groans. The sound travels right to Eddie’s gut, and he doesn’t know what compels him to hook one thumb into his belt and step into Buck’s space, voice lowering to match the closeness of their bodies. “So should I be flattered that instead of baking, you decided to deal with me leaving by being the biggest brat of all time?”

Eddie doesn’t question it when Buck follows him back to the house after dinner with the team. Despite their reconciliation earlier in the day, they hadn’t had a chance to talk properly, just the two of them. Eddie still doesn’t really know what he’s going to say; he’s still angry about the way Buck acted, the way he had snarked and revealed Eddie’s plan to move to anyone within earshot, but now that some of the heat of that anger has begun to dissipate, he can see how much Buck is hurting. How his own words and actions might have made things worse.

Without asking, Buck grabs two beers from the fridge, handing one to Eddie as they both settle in the kitchen, leaning against the counters as they often do.

They sip in silence for a few minutes, and Eddie considers how best to start this conversation. He could start by apologizing, maybe try to explain that he’s been trying to focus on what he’s gaining by moving to El Paso, rather than what he’s losing by leaving LA. Instead, what came out of his mouth was, “Were you really going to replace me with a dog?”

Buck looks at him, expression wide with mock offense. “I was not trying to replace you!” Eddie waits, eyebrows raised, until Buck’s posture sags. “Yeah, okay, fine!” He says emphatically. Buck points at Eddie with the hand still holding his beer, finger coming to jab lightly into Eddie’s chest. “You should know by now that I have issues with people leaving! You saw how much I baked when Tommy broke up with me.” There’s a lightness in Buck’s voice, a teasing tone that makes Eddie feel like things are going to be okay between them.

“You do have terrible coping skills,” Eddie jokes, and Buck groans. The sound travels right to Eddie’s gut, and he doesn’t know what compels him to hook one thumb into his belt and step into Buck’s space, voice lowering to match the closeness of their bodies. “So should I be flattered that instead of baking, you decided to deal with me leaving by being the biggest brat of all time?”

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[the-ace-with-spades]

So a fic based in this and this idea (the Mav POV of Bradley and Jake being married and having 4 kids and him not knowing until the special detachment because they haven't talked in years) may be coming along EDIT: It is now on ao3 - here.

He tries not to look. He really does.

Penny raises an eyebrow at him and he tries to focus on the glass in front of him.

He still glances to the side. He can’t see them very well there, with all the people around, but he sees Bradley, with his back turned to him, handing over one of the babies to the woman he saw before — she is familiar, one of the pilots chosen for the mission. Lieutenant Trace, if he remembers correctly.

She coos a little, bouncing the baby — Bradley’s baby — in her arms and over the music, Mav catches her saying, “Where’s your hubby?”

He doesn’t hear Bradley’s reply.

He makes himself look away.

Did you know? he texts Ice. About Bradley?

Yes.

He’s got kids.

I know, Ice replies and Mav tries to bit down on the irrational anger — he’s been telling him for years to not relay to him anything about Bradley, as punishment. They have them as dependents on files.

Mav stares at the words on the screen. They. Bradley has a husband and kids and Mav’s never met them. He didn’t even know they existed before today.

Do they know Mav exists? Has Bradley told his husband about Mav or about Ice? Has he told his kids who taught him to read or who taught him how to ride a bike or who used to read him to sleep or who would hold him when he cried through the nights? Or has he erased them from existence in his life completely?

“Are you going to talk to him?” Penny asks.

[watchyourbuck]

Fill in the gaps (and i'll fill yours)

10,1k words | Explicit

“This is so wrong,” Buck said, glancing between Eddie and the window. “Oh my god, this so wrong.”

“Will you stop?” Eddie muttered, turning the steering wheel to the left. The cars all piled to the sides, clearing the street for them. He lifted his hand, thanking them silently.

Buck hid his face in his right hand, spying through the gaps of his fingers. “Did you have to turn on the siren?”

“Stop worrying!”

“Easy for you to say. This is your first rodeo,” he mumbled, his eyebrows raised. “I already faced Bobby’s wrath about this. Got fired, actually.”

— OR 5 times Buck and Eddie mess around at work +1 time it almost gets them fired.

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[cinematics123]

Hen: it’s so great you and Buck are together now.

Eddie: yeah, but we’re taking it slow. It’s my first relationship with a man so… it’s all new.

Hen: I bet it’s a lot to take in.

Eddie: yeah… yeah we’ve been working on me taking it in alright.

Hen: well…. Just be careful. We all know how kinky and excitable Buck can be.

Eddie: Buck’s not… that kinky is he? I mean… how kinky could he be?

Hen (laughing): He had to buy his own ring cutter because of his history of cock ring incidents. Boy, you are in danger. Have you considered getting better health insurance?

For the record: Buck is this kinky.

[eddiestightywhities]

SEVERAL SENTENCE SUNDAY

tagged by @inell—thanks, lovely! this is from yet another wip i have on the go; this one is about buck stealing an old photo of eddie from eddie's phone, for... nefarious purposes (p0rn. it's for p0rn purposes). however, this part is sfw. my no pressure tags are beneath the cut at the bottom of the excerpt xp

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Buck knows it's wrong, okay? He does, he knows it.

Then again, he thought he'd known that he was long past Buck 1.0's chaotic, hedonistic ways (S.S.D's as he calls them only in his own head i.e. his Shamelessly Slutty Days), and that he'd grown into a more respectful, level-headed kind of man. A better man.

Buck really, honestly thought he had finally become a Grown Up.

But there's just something so enticing, and so fucking hot about this photo of Eddie—and it has him handbrake-turning and pedal-to-the-metal reeling straight back to Fuck It Town.

Literally.

Because he—he seriously wants to fuck the Eddie in this photo.

The fratboy-looking cap? The way Eddie's pearly whites are sinking into his bitten lip? The almost challenging sneer? God, it's making Buck want to wolf whistle or rev like a motorcycle or sing opera in soprano or hell, some kinda crazy shit. Also, he is sure that the white-hot fire dancing in Eddie's gaze (the one anybody with eyes can see) isn't purely from the reflection of the camera flash, like, there is definitely a juicy story there to tell. And just—the overall effect of... of... of fucking everything; this particular Eddie that Buck has never seen before. It's all just lighting something wild inside of Buck, a spark that wants to catch on every one of his major organs and blaze through his body like convection flames and shit, the Good Decisions section of his brain has logged off. Gone offline. Shut down.

Error 401

— Unauthorised

Buck knows he is breaking both his own self-preservation rule and his best friend's trust when his thumbs fly across Eddie's phone screen like The Roadrunner, a cartoon-ish explosion that is equal parts shame and excitement going off in his chest as he almost gives himself whiplash checking that Eddie is still busy in the mud room loading the machine with Eddie's, Chris’s and Buck's clothes, before Buck is rapidly getting back to committing his (hopefully) perfect crime.

“We need to buy fabric softener this week, bud,” Eddie shouts through, and Buck is starting to panic.

He's sent the old picture that he accidentally happened upon of this younger, definitely drunk, hot-as-all-fuck Eddie from Eddie's phone to his own phone, and although he can currently still see the curve of Eddie's beautiful bubble butt just peeking out past the door jam—meaning that his best friend is indeed still crouched down in front of the tub—Buck has yet to delete all of the evidence. As he fumbles, be can hear the machine's buttons beeping from being pressed by Eddie (thinking of his own buttons being pressed by this damn photo) and knows that Eddie's must be almost done in there. 

Fuuuuck. 

“Er, yeah, okay, on it. I'll put it down on the list in a sec,” he’s calling back, desperately hoping he doesn't sound like the freak he thought he wasn't anymore.

But before he's had a proper chance to check he's scrubbed away every bit of evidence of his misdemeanour, like deleting both the sent picture message and the duplicate photo from the WhatsApp gallery in Eddie's phone, Eddie is done with the laundry and is standing up and striding back into his kitchen, those sinfully tight blue jeans of his—and Eddie's crotch, Christ!—now squarely in Buck's eyeline and very understandably putting him off his clandestine game. 

See! Not your fault!

Buck's brain is trying to convince him of his innocence, but he knows as soon as he thinks it that it's a weak as fuck defence, and if found out he would definitely be getting jailed by the Stealing Sexy Photos of Your Best Friend For Your Own Sordid Desires police.

Eddie's then walking past him and stretching his fine self across the kitchen counter to reach out and push the window open a little further, and that perfect ass is right. Fucking. There. In all its impeccable stonewash glory, right fucking next to Buck's fucking face where Buck is is sitting at the Diaz kitchen table and supposedly looking at old baby photos of Christopher that Sofia sent to Eddie this morning (yes, he knows he is a truly awful person for that one), so when Eddie is easing himself backwards and brushing off both his of pretty, huge hands on those spectacular denim-clad globes before turning around to face a Guilty Evan Buckley, Buck feels almost justified about his surreptitiously mad, bad behaviour.

I cannot be held entirely responsible for my actions, your Honour!

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[calinaannehart]

maybe you're holding on too tight (the magic comes in letting go)

“Holy shit!” The exclamation slips from Buck before he can stop himself. 

He knows that Dawn has money, the constant rotation of designer handbags, mentions of exotic vacation destinations, and the obvious but tasteful plastic surgery she’s had has clued him in, but he hadn’t quite expected this. The house appearing before them as he crawls the jeep up the long driveway is expansive.

Built on top of one of the crests in Laurel Canyon, it’s a modern barn house design with large floor-to-ceiling windows that Buck can already tell offer a 360° view of the city below. Its higher elevation means it’s not overlooked by the two neighboring houses, which is a good thing given that the first thing Buck spots as he pulls to a stop in the carport beside the pool house is a St. Andrew’s cross erected next to the pool.

It's not the only piece of equipment Buck notices as he climbs out of the jeep, there’s also a cage, a pillory, and even a suspension frame. Some are more subtle, blending into the surroundings, and could be easily mistaken for an art installation or sculpture, others are obvious in their intention. The fact that they are so brazenly on display for anyone who might visit is such a Dawn thing to do. The Dominant isn’t shy about her lifestyle.

“Damn, look at that view,” Eddie whistles as he steps out himself and looks over the city spread out before them. The smog level is pretty low today meaning that the skyscrapers of downtown LA can be seen clearly in the distance. “I wonder what exactly she does to be able to afford this.”

Dawn, as much as she likes to talk, hasn’t gone into much detail about the vanilla part of her life, as small as it may be. She and bitch live a full-time total power exchange dynamic, which means Buck had expected to see elements of the lifestyle around her home, but he’d thought she might have just had a dedicated dungeon room or something rather than for it to be spread out over the entirety or her estate. They know that she has her own company and that bitch is employed as her personal assistant, but beyond that it’s still a mystery.

“Whatever it is, she’s raking it in,” Buck looks up at the house as he pulls out his phone. “I wonder how much this place costs.”

“Please tell me you’re not about to look it up on Zillow?”

“Come on, you can’t tell me you’re not the least bit curious—”

Eddie plucks Buck’s phone from his hand and reaches around to slip it into his back pocket, patting the seat of his pants firmly. “At least wait until you get home, hm?” Eddie says, tone firm in a way that tells Buck it’s not a suggestion.

“Yes, Sir,” He grumbles reluctantly. It would be rude, he concedes, to google the value of the home of the person they’re about to have coffee with. “Hey, uh, it’s just casual today, right?” Buck asks, suddenly unsure. Eddie hadn’t given him any instructions to get himself ready for a play session, and it’s not that he hasn’t enjoyed the times they’ve been joined bitch, but he’s not feeling like playing today.

“As casual as things get when Dawn is around,” Eddie jokes, but he cocks his head as he looks at Buck, reading him. “But, no, we’re not playing today. The invite was for coffee only.”

“Cool, not that—”

“You don’t have to defend your choices to anyone, baby. You know I’d never insist on anything we haven’t already negotiated on.” Eddie leans in and kisses him softly, affirmingly.

Of course, Buck does know that. He trusts Eddie implicitly, with his mind, with his body, with his very life. “I love you.”

The smile that Eddie gives him is so fucking soft, it’s the one that always makes Buck feel like he’s falling in love with the man all over again.

“God, you’re sappy,” Eddie groans playfully as he takes Buck’s hand. “But I love you, too.”

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[allmyandroids]

needed to gif this scene because how Lee Woods jumped onto that guy with the best smirk ever was so hot, he should do it more often tbh

[wildlife4life]

Inspiration Saturday

Tagged by @spotsandsocks @bekkachaos and @hippolotamus You are amazing and I am so excited for your works!

Here is a little continuation from fuck-it friday's post. Hint: Buck found a solution to the money. Hehehe.

😅

If you want to see more NFL Buck just search under the nfl tag on my page.

Tagging: @alyxmastershipper, @monsterrae1, @wikiangela, @giddyupbuck, @bigfootsmom, @cowboydiazes, @cowboy-buddie, @cowboy-buck, @watchyourbuck, @spaceprincessem, @disasterbuckdiaz, @thekristen999, @thewolvesof1998, @devirnis, @forthewolves, @try-set-me-on-fire, @housewifebuck, @loserdiaz, @jesuisici33, @honestlydarkprincess, @911onabc, @911-on-abc, @transbuck, @shortsighted-owl, @lizzybizzyzzz, @brokenribsdiaz @exhuastedpigeon and anyone else I missed or whoever wants to post!

[sensitivegoblin]

For reasons i MAY expand on later....i now know that grooming gloves are evil😵‍💫✨️🦋

[soullessjack]

no matter how many times I watch optimism I am always caught completely off guard by the reveal that Harper wooing boys (like jack) into being victims for Vance to eat is some weird kinky roleplay for her and Vance .insane thing to just put there for one episode

[lcsingcontrol]

desperately  trying  to  get  back  into  things  .  .  .  so  give  this  a  heart  and  ill  check  out  and  reply  to  any  open  starters  that  captures  my  eyes  ?! 

[demenior]

They laugh at me when I say I have curly hair (my hair dries straight and refuses to hold a curl) until they see it wet and then it's all "why do you have ringlets"

[eddiestightywhities]

manchurian catholic!eddie diaz wip

FINISHED PIECE

[chronicowboy]

fuck it friday!

tagged by @alyxmastershipper <333 i hate you for all the wound cleaning extracts, i feel like an exposed nerve

okay not actively writing any buddie right now, doing my goddamn best to write my original stuff (😭😭😭😭😭) but you can have some of my favourite ideas from my buddie au letterboxd list. most of these aren't really aus so much as loosely based on's but hey.

tagging my usual babes @diazass @try-set-me-on-fire @shitouttabuck and @butchdiaz (bc i'm greedy and i want more fleabag au and dog buck fic but no pressure obviously <3)

[yourfavoritehorseman]

I've been replaying Darksiders 2 for the first time in a long time, and my hate for the Lord of Bones is renewed. Fuck you mean by killing the Dead Lords 2 SECONDS AFTER I WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR!