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"So." Buck takes another sip of coffee, real slow, savoring the wind-up. He sets the mug down with a soft clink. "Princess."
Eddie closes his eyes.
This is it. This is where they find him face down in his eggs. Chimney's going to have to call Pepa. Pepa is going to be furious. The funeral will be small and Buck better wear something hideous to it, Buck better wear that godawful floral shirt with the parrots, the one Eddie told him was ugly out loud one time two years ago and has been secretly obsessed with ever since, because Eddie deserves the satisfaction of being buried while looking at it.
"Buck." He says it into his toast.
Buck shrugs. "I'm just asking."
"You're not asking. You're enjoying yourself."
"I'm doing both, Eds, I’m versatile."
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Eddie gains a boyfriend, a pair of lace panties, and learns a lot about himself in the span of forty-eight hours.Series
- Part 2 of veni, vidi, vici
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07 Jul 2026
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Buck blows a breath out of his nose, ears flicking, and Eddie pounces the moment those baby blue eyes haloed with red skirt away from him—it’s no more than a second, maybe two, but it gives Eddie the in he needs.
Eddie covers the distance between them in a blink, nails scoring claw marks in the dirt. He launches himself forward, body shoving into Buck’s, and his arms coming around the blond, hooking his claws into flesh, and listening to the startled, half-choked yelp Buck lets out as Eddie brings them to the ground. Buck’s back hits the ground, crushing Eddie’s knuckles into the earth, but he doesn’t care.
Instead, he opens his jaw wide and tries to go for the throat. It’s a dirty move—Eddie doesn’t want to paint this territory red, but if he must, he will—but Eddie must do what he needs to do to get this territory.
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or; alpha!buddie come across the same territory, and neither of them wants to give it up, so they fight for it. it... ends a little differently than they expect
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- Part 5 of Mutual Monsters Week
- Part 46 of buddie by tired
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06 Jul 2026
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Buck mewls, the sound choked and gargled. Eddie’s thrusts remain punishing and mean; he’s fucking Buck like he genuinely doesn’t care for him or the way his hips smash against the edge of the countertop with each pound of his hips.
It’s rough, and heavy, and mean, but Buck doesn’t want it to stop—doesn’t want to utter the pleas to ask Eddie to be more gentle; he wants it. He wants this fucked-up mess they’ve found themselves in; he wants to be pushed and fucked into the counter till his hips are black and blue. He wants it all—deserves it, too; the punishing thrusts, the disinterest in him, the anger pointed at him that’s prominent in every thrust, and fuck, if it isn’t the best thing that’s happened to him in a while.
Even though it’s a dream.
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or; during the lawsuit, buck starts having dreams—it all goes downhill from there, or... does it?
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- Part 50 of buddie by tired
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04 Jul 2026
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As he traces sunken, pallid features that he knows will return to a beauty hidden due to malnutrition and neglect, Eddie finds himself set on knowing and loving this beautiful, dangerous beast from that dank basement because his instincts and his own selfish desires demand it—he’ll make a mate out of this Omega, even if it, or the Omega, kills him.
Whichever comes first, he’ll respect.
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Deep in the tides of war between a rival that threatened his son's safety, Eddie Diaz, boss of the Diaz Mafia, finds a hidden gem in a dingy basement belonging to his now-slain rival.
An Omega; a feral one, at that. Vicious, unyielding, and beautifully dangerous.
What else is Eddie to do other than free the man and love him back to health and beauty?
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- Part 54 of buddie by tired
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04 Jul 2026
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“T-There was a flower,” Buck whispers, and his head drops back with a little moan that floats from his cocked-open, swollen lips. Buck’s hand skirts down his flushed belly, dips through streaks of wet and half-dried patches of cum, and wraps a quivering hand around himself. Eddie chokes. “O-On the hike, I saw it, an-and, I was like, s’so p-pretty,” Buck moans, and his eyes peel open, baby blue eyes alight with lust.
“So… So I crouched down to ge-get a better look, and I—fu-u-uck—to-touched a little dew droplet on the edge of one of the petals,” Buck’s voice breaks off into a soft sob, hand working up and down his cock, slick precum blurting out the flushed slit. Buck’s hand encases his cock perfectly, thumb brushing the underside of his head, and squeezing his base. It’s messy, and a bit frantic, and Eddie feels very, very parched.
He can’t drag his eyes from Buck.
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or; can we still call it platonic if you fuck your best friend for the first time to keep him from dying because he touched an unknown flower and got laced with fuck or die sex pollen?Series
- Part 55 of buddie by tired
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30 Jun 2026