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“Starting without me?” A voice rasps, and Buck’s eyes flutter open, head cocking to the side to find his handsome, blood-streaked mate carrying a satchel of fat, thrashing fish. Eddie’s grey tail sways behind him, and his claspers flutter, nothing but heady lust in his dark brown eyes. Buck keens, calling to his mate with a song that draws the shark in. “Fuck,” Eddie rumbles, and Buck feels like prey with Eddie’s eyes on him, fingers never stopping as they work in and out of his cunt, greedy with his movements. “Look at you…”
“Eddie,” Buck moans, half-lidded eyes looking at his mate as he swims over, still holding the net full of thrashing fish. The smell of them is inviting, but not as inviting as his handsome mate looming over him, slit beginning to open, and claspers fluttering in response to Buck’s arousal. The smell of it permeates the air, and even he can smell it—he smells like the nectar and the sweet seaberries that grow everywhere.
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or; it's breeding season, and mer!buck is determined to be successfully bred by his mate, eddie.
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- Part 1 of Mutual Monsters Week
- Part 42 of buddie by tired
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29 Jun 2026
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Buck is a good dog—a loyal dog, chained by only his own loyalty that feels heavy like iron around his neck as he waits. A good dog waits, and if Buck can’t be a good teammate for his family, he can be a good dog for them.
Even though he wants to stay, Buck is a good dog—he follows commands, sits when he’s told, gets off the couch when prompted, and doesn’t even steal food. He’s a good dog, and good dogs return to their imaginary owner at the end of the day when they decide it’s his time to go. He’s a good dog as he walks through the streets of L.A., dodging strangers, weaving through back alleys, and crossing the streets when the light tells him he can.
Buck is a good dog; he’s not a good human, though—dog him is selfless, happy to bask in people’s presence. Human him is selfish, needy, and graceless; unlovable, barely tolerated, and too much.
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or; the lawsuit shapeshifter buck fic that people actually asked for
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- Part 52 of buddie by tired
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28 Jun 2026
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He finds Bobby in the kitchen, and he gives Buck the task of julienning the carrots for dinner. Buck only has half his mind on it though, and he must fidget enough for Bobby to look up at him.
“Buck?” he asks, probing gently in that way he does when he can see Buck needs to get something off his head.
“D-do you think Eddie and I smell too much like each other?” he asks, and Bobby gives him this smile that feels a little telling.
“I think,” Bobby says, looking back down at his chopping board as he expertly dices onions, “that you and Eddie smell like two people who spend a lot of time together, and who care for each other a great deal.”
Buck looks down at his own half-cut julienne carrots.
“I don’t know if that answers my question,” Buck mutters.
“Au contraire, Buck, I think it answers it just enough" Bobby says, letting out a fond laugh.
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28 Jun 2026
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"Buck already said I don't have to go," Chris all but yells, pointing to his dad when Eddie turns to look at him. "And Buck can't just go by himself. What if that Charlotte lady is rude to him again?"
Buck rests his chin on the palm of his hand, smiling sweetly at Eddie. "Yeah, Eddie. I can't go alone, you heard what Chris said."
Eddie's shoulders slump, his face falling into that kicked puppy look again. "But it's my first day off tomorrow," he tries. "Can't you like, invite Maddie?"
"Oooooh," Chris sings, holding his hand over his mouth. "Someone's gonna be on the couch tonightttt~"
OR: a glimpse into the life of housewife!buck
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- Part 7 of buddie gifts ᥫ᭡.
- Part 3 of dove's housewife buck ♡
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28 Jun 2026
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“S-Stop trying to butter me up, Diaz,” Buck grumbles, a little breathless. “It’s not working. You’re just going to have to wait for a taste.” Buck waggles the spatula in his direction threateningly, and Eddie slumps, grumbling softly as he keeps his head on Buck’s shoulders.
“This house is a nightmare,” Eddie grouses with no heat behind it, shaking his head as he brings his hand back to rest it on Buck’s hip, fitting his digits into the softness there. “Can’t even get a taste of frosting on my birthday. You’re a cruel, cruel man, Evan Buckley,” Eddie bemoans—he can’t even have a taste of his own cake on his birthday before they cut it later.
But he can get a taste of a different cake…
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or; happy birthday eddie
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- Part 60 of buddie by tired
Bookmarked by jin529
27 Jun 2026