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lizstory · 2 years ago

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The Party

Ethan Landry x Bisexual Reader

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summary- Anika, Tara, and Mindy all force you to join them to attend the halloween party. You had no idea what would happen that night but you weren't disappointed with the outcome.

word count- 1.8k

A/n- thank you for over 300 notes! I don't really like how this turned out but it was just a little cute idea I thought of. I will be writing more Ethan landry!

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"You like her?" Chad asked, his eyes staying on the road as he turned his wheel

"Shut up" Ethan looked around.

Chad chuckled. "Dude, we are in this car alone. Who is going to eavesdrop?"

Ethan bounced his leg. He had a crush on you since you met when you moved from Woodsboro, and you have gotten pretty close since then. You were his closest friend out of the 5 people who moved from Woodsboro. You were embedded in his head when he laid eyes on you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you scrunch your nose when you giggle. He noticed every little detail about you.

"You should make a move on her at the party" Chad tapped Ethan on the thigh.

Ethan shook his head. "What if she rejects me."

Chad scoffed. "Oh please, you guys were made for each other."

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Anika, Mindy, and Tara all wanted to convince you to attend the Halloween party. You were stressed out from school the past few weeks, and they all decided you needed some time off. They barged into your room, Anika holding up two costumes.

"What are you doing?" You asked

Tara sighed, seeing that you were once again doing schoolwork. She admired your work ethic, but the amount you did was self-destructive. "Come to the Halloween party with us tonight" She jumped onto your bed to lay beside you.

You shook your head. "I have to study."

Mindy groaned. "You always have time for that; this is a one-time thing" She grabbed your shoulders and slightly shook you.

Anika smiled, hanging the two costumes she brought to your closet door. "I brought two costumes I think you'll look hot in."

You stared at both costumes, rolling your eyes when you realized what they were: "You guys just brought two short, slim dresses."

Anika nodded. "It's the accessories that complete the costume."

The dresses were one black and one white. Knowing your friends and how last minute all of this was, the "accessories" they brought were predictable. "Please don't tell me you brought cat ears for the black one and angel wings for the white one." Your eyes averted to each of them, only to be met with cheeky smiles. "For fuck sake."

"Ethan will be there."

The girls always teased you for having a "crush" on Ethan, but you always denied it when they asked. He was just a friend. That's what you always told yourself, but you did catch moments where he was all you were thinking about. You felt safe with his company whenever you two went on a study session together. Whenever you hugged him bye, you didn't want to let go. They always said your smile was brighter with him, but you convinced yourself that was them just playing cupid. But now you find yourself staring at the dresses, imagining the things Ethan would tell you when he saw you in them.

"I'll try them on," you reluctantly agreed.

All the girls cheered. Anika pushed you towards your bathroom with the black dress firsts. You look in the mirror and undress. You didn't hate how you looked, but also, there was one thing apart of your body that you hoped the dress would cover. Slipping into the dress was an ease, the fabric hugging your body nicely. You stared at your thighs. The dress didn't cover up the scar you had. You stared at it in the mirror, grazing your fingers over it.

"Amber what the fuck” you screamed

Amber laughed, she had just revealed herself as Ghostface, and now she straddled you with a knife scraping your thigh. "You are so gullible" She stuck the blade straight in the middle of your thigh.

"Y/n? You ok?" Tara knocked

Your head shot straight to the door, Tara's voice returning you to reality. "Yea, I'm good," you coughed, opening the door.

Mindy and Anika both squealed in unison. Tara smiled at the outfit. She scanned your body, her eyes stopping at the apparent wound. Although it's healed, a light purple and brown stayed on your skin. A permanent reminder of everything they went through in Woodsboro.

"If you don't feel comfortable wearing it, we can always find something else" Tara gave you a weak smile.

You shook your head. "It's fine. I can't let it control me forever."

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You let the girls go to the party first. It was last minute, so you still had to get ready. Anika left the dress and the accessories. You sat in front of the mirror, putting on the makeup you thought would complement the costume. You quickly finished the final touches, grabbed your phone, and headed to the party. The streets were packed, people laughing and yelling. New York was something else. You arrived at the door. It was already wide open. Students were drinking, dancing, and smoking, and couples were making out here and there. Anika saw you through the crowd. She quickly walked over to bring you inside.

"Y/n!" she cheered, grabbing your hand and making you follow her. "Here, I poured you a drink, and don't worry, Mindy was watching over it the whole time."

Mindy nodded. "Scared off any creeps."

You chug down the drink, wiping off any drops that fell down your lips. Anika laughed, pulling both her girlfriend and you to dance. The girls were right, you didn't go out much, and it wasn't wrong to care for your education, but a night out here and there never hurt anyone. You felt alive again, the music blasting through your ears, vibrations going through your body.

Ethan stared at you on the dance floor. Chad was grabbing both of them drinks. He was going to ask Tara if you were coming since she was the first person they ran into, but you immediately caught his attention. It was impossible for you not to. His heart crashed against his chest as if trying to escape watching how you moved. He always loved seeing you having fun, but this was a different kind of you. He had never seen you in this type of clothing and letting yourself go.

"They actually brought her," Chad smiled, handing his roommate the red cup.

Ethan turned his head, disregarding that he was staring at you. "Yea," he mumbled against the cup.

"You were checking her out weren't you?"

"What?no!" Ethan rambled

You stepped off the dance floor, catching your breath. Although it was a cold night, all the body heat near you made breathing somewhat difficult. You leaned up against the wall, still watching Tara closely. She was getting wasted too quickly.

"Hey"

Ethan stood in front of you, handing you a cup. You shook your head, assuming it was alcohol.

"It's water," he reassured you.

You didn't distrust Ethan, so you grabbed the cup without question. You wanted to giggle at his outfit. He had shown you a couple of days beforehand a "project" he was working on, but you didn't know it was a Halloween costume.

"It turned out nice" You looked at him up and down.

Ethan felt the need to turn around. Your eyes grazing over his body gave him shivers he hadn't felt before. "thanks. " He stared at your ears, then your entire outfit. "You look beautiful," he mumbled, hoping you didn't fully hear him.

Before you could respond, people behind Ethan nudged him closer, your back pushed against the wall, and now Ethan was hovering over your figure. He quickly pulled away, apologizing over and over again.

You laughed at the redness creeping to his ears. He was so cute. "Can you hold my cup? I'll be back."

Ethan nodded, grabbing the cup from your hands, and watched as you walked away. He hadn't realized the length of the dress until he saw you trying to pull it down. He wanted to walk behind you to ensure no one was looking where they shouldn't be.

You closed the door to the bathroom. You needed to splash some water on your face. It was getting too hot in the house. You grabbed paper towels, dabbing your face off, making sure the least amount of makeup was being removed. Adjusting the dress, you stepped back to get a good look at yourself. You hadn't realized how much of your scar was exposed, you were drinking and dancing, so your focus wasn't on covering up the mark. Your finger traced over the edges.

"I really didn't think you'd be that easy to fool. A few kisses and I love you, and you believed every bit of it" Ambers's face came close to yours, the drops of blood on her face falling to yours. She placed the knife on your jaw, glazing it down your neck.

Knocks were banging on the door, you opened it, and a boy holding his private parts rushed you. Before he could undress, you closed the door and marched outside. You needed fresh air. Ethan watched you storm out. Your face looked distressed, your body moving too quickly like it was trying to escape something. He followed outside, seeing you sitting on the sidewalk. He lightly treads over, careful not to scare you.

"Are you ok?" He asked, sitting next to you

You looked away momentarily, making sure no tears fell, then turned back, forcing a smile. "I'm ok just needed some fresh air."

Ethan took in a deep breath. The air between the two was thick. Nothing seemed like it could cut it. "Y/n," he said, catching your attention, "I'm glad you came tonight."

You smiled. "Me too."

He loved your smile. Your eyes lit up whenever you did. He had to admit he wished he was the only one that could see your smile.

"Ethan, have I ever told you that I'm obsessed with your smile"

He froze. His smile? You were obsessed with it. It was nothing special. In fact, he hated his smile.

"I always get lost in it" Without thinking, you leaned in closer.

Ethan's breathing hitched. "Y/n," he whispered. He could feel your breathing against his lips.

You instantly pulled away. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You didn't even know what you were expecting. You two were just friends-

Ethan placed a hand on your jaw, forcing you to look his way and immediately locking his lips with yours. You turned your head, allowing more movement. You placed your arm around his neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled away, placing his forehead on yours. "I like you."

You chuckled. "I like you too."

He had never felt this sort of joy. His stomach was twisting, and tingles invaded his hands. He pulled you down to the ground lying next to him. You burst out laughing at the sudden boldness he was experiencing. You enjoyed it. You wrapped your finger with his, holding tight. You didn't want him to let go. He turned his head, leaving kisses all over your cheek.

"Hey, have you seen Y/n?" Tara tapped Chad on his shoulder

He leaned against the wall, staring at the opened door and his friends outside. They were laughing, hands intertwined with each other. "She's fine," he said, pointing in their direction.

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avsarchivez · 3 months ago

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how my fav total drama ships show their love

djwen:

dj shows his love with literally ANYTHINGGGG like he’s a complete sap. he’ll show his love by cooking for gwen, kissing and hugging gwen, complimenting and telling gwen sweet nothings in her ear and more. gwen shows her love by making drawings for dj and just being by his side and cuddling up to him 24/7. dj is 100% gwens sweet spot, he showed her what real love is like. they are soooooo in loveeee.

duncney:

ok this one’s a little hard because they both are desperately in love but are terrified to show it because they don’t want to look weak. duncan shows his love towards courtney with physical touch, it’s sexual 99.999999% of the time, but that’s duncan for you. he’ll also unintentionally give her looks with complete admiration. he’ll also only listen to courtney, well and dj but it’s dj of course who wouldn’t? courtney shows her love towards duncan when she’s shit faced drunk, she’ll cling on to him and kiss him over and over again, she’ll also tell him she loves him every 5 minutes. but if he brings it up the next day she’ll tell him he’s delusional. when she’s not under the influence of alcohol, you won’t get much affection from her, she holds her love for him in her heart and hides it away for nobody to see. she’ll mostly just try new things and loosen up because he said so, she trusts and respects him deep down but she’ll never tell him that. he’s the only person who can calm her down, except bridgette and dj. sorry for the essay, it’s always something with me and duncney.

gidgette:

i don’t even need to say anything because how DON’T they show their affection.

heathsey:

heather is NOT an affectionate person. even duncan is more affectionate than her. heather will show her love to lindsay by giving her expensive designer gifts. when lindsay jumps in joy and kisses her she’ll roll her eyes, huff, and say it’s whatever, that’s the nicest she’ll get. lindsays the only one heather tolerates, sometimes in private she’ll even laugh at lindsays stupid jokes. she’ll also compliment her but she’ll say “ugh don’t flatter yourself everybody knows your pretty” lindsay shows her love by following heather around like a lost puppy and clinging to her like a limpet. heather calls her annoying and pathetic but she lovessss it. mean girls need love too!! lindsay will also randomly yell out words of affection literally whenever, she’s not ashamed. her brain isn’t big enough for that… but we love her!

trentney:

trent shows his love by writing songs and playing them for courtney. he’ll also give her pep talks and hype her up a lot. trent will show his affection anywhere and in front of anyone, courtney is actually a big fan of pda, it shows that he’s not ashamed to be with her, so she blushes like a fool when he shows his love in public. unlike duncan, trent isn’t afraid to show his affection so courtney feels more comfortable with showing her love. her love language with trent is physical affection. she’ll sit on his lap and kiss him, cuddle up to him every night, and kisses him all around his face.

aleheather:

we all know alejandros got a mouth on him. he’ll show affection verbally, in spanglish. he’ll also always find a way to be touching heather. heather will show her love by spending time with him. i mean a lottttt of time. we all know that heather is not a people’s person, so spending quality time with him almost every day is a very affectionate thing for a girl like her. we saw how aleheather was in all stars so heather definitely is very sweet to alejandro and alejandro only. she is veryyyyyy clingy in private. unlike with lindsay, heather is all over alejandro. mostly because they’re like almost the same person.

gwourtney:

yasssss my bisexual babies!!! okay so gwen and courtney are both different kinds of gay if you know what i mean. courtneys more clingy and affectionate and gwens more mature and protective. i think gwen is more masculine and courtney is more feminine. i feel that gwen is not a fan of being touched, but when it comes to courtney she loves it. it took some time for courtney to peels gwens layers. but eventually they got very close. after a little while gwen went from hating being touched to clingy af. gwen shows her love by teaching courtney art and holding her hand, putting her arm around courtney, kissing her and playing with her hair until she falls asleep. i hc courtney to be old school christian, but i also hc courtney to not be close with her family, mainly because she doesn’t want to. her family is a bunch of rich assholes, which we love seeing people of color being rich and successful! but also her family doesn’t care about her well being, only her success. so she moves out the second she turns 18. when she comes out her family completely wants nothing to do with her. it takes her a little while to be comfortable telling people she’s with gwen and even more time to show affection in public. but once she’s comfortable she’s clingy af, as well as gwen which is why they’re so good together!!! i got completey off track with how they show they’re love and just made a whole fucking essay so if you read this i hope you have a great weekend 🫡

#total drama #djwen #duncney #gidgette #heathsey #trentney #aleheather #gwourtney

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berryhobii · 1 year ago

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Down Bad(pjm x reader)

Pairing: fuckboy!Park Jimin x fuckgirl!black!female!reader

Word Count: 8.6K+

Warnings: Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), drinking, assault(throwing things at someone), mentions of objectifying women, mentions of STD tests(everyone’s clean), drinking alcohol(nothing explicit), kind of homie hopping but not really, mentions of previous partners, mentions of dom/sub relationships, reader’s low key a dom🫣, reader’s also bisexual😝, reader’s got that WAP and NyQuil 😺, talks of safe words(comfort and consent are sexy!), oral(m and f receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex(wrap it please), multiple orgasms(m receiving, mentions of f receiving), reverse cowgirl

A/N: Hi babies! I’m back! I recently started a new job so I’ve been kind of focused on that but I’m pretty much finished with a lot of my works. All I have to do his proofread some things and I’ll upload a few things at once. In this work, I described reader as dark skinned. Reader also has a 36 inch buss down middle part😝😝i always see so many stories of the men being hit ‘em and quit them types so I thought it’d be refreshing to make the reader like that instead. This is my first time writing a character like this so I hope you enjoy. Please tell me what you think. This will have a Part 2 as well! I hope you like this. Criticism is greatly appreciated! Stay safe🩵🩵🩵

Yawns and whines sounded from his bed, the body that’s been warming it for the past few hours finally rising from the post coital sleep caused by multiple rounds of intense and rough sex.

The sun wasn’t even up yet, the moon still shining overhead.

“Oh you’re awake?” A voice asked.

The woman’s sleep fuzzed eyes blinked a few times to clear her blurry vision, sights settling on the lean back of the man who just rocked her world hours before.

She sleepily smiled, lifting her tired body from the mattress. The blankets fell, revealing her naked body which had been littered with marks and bruises from his mouth and hands.

Draping her arms over his shoulders, she pressed a few kisses to his shoulder. “It’s still dark out. Why are you awake?”

His head turned slightly to look at her. She was pretty, not really his type but easy on the eyes. Now with messy hair and her makeup smudged, he was starting to think she was only really pretty when done up.

“I never went to sleep.”

Her warm cheek rubbed against his skin before she lulled in low and suggestive tone, “Ready for another round?”

He scoffed a laugh, shaking himself from her hold and standing to his feet. “Nah but your Uber is less than 5 minutes away. You better get dressed.”

Her mouth dropped in shock, sputtering out a, “w-what? What are you talking about?”

He picked her dress and underwear up off the ground before tossing them on the bed.

“I meant what I said. Beat it. I have to go to sleep before work later.” He quipped dismissively with a yawn.

Her hands gathered up the blankets, holding them to her chest, hot shame and embarrassment burning at her cheeks. Whereas his gaze initially made her feel sexy and wanted, now his sharp eyes just made her feel dirty and used. Like some $2 whore.

“But….”

He rolled his eyes, already growing irritated. His phone chimed and he held it up, seeing the Uber was just a minute away.

“Come on. Your Uber is about to pull up. I didn’t know where your house was so I just put in the bar where we met. Is that cool?”

Suddenly, a pillow whacked him in the face with enough force that it actually made him stumble back. Wait a second……what did she say her dad did? Huh, he could barely remember her name, much less what she was talking about in the bar. Truthfully, he didn’t talk her up much before getting her to come home with him. She was easier than most.

He didn’t have too much time to dwell on it before multiple projectiles were firing at him.

“Hey! Hey! Stop!”

He held up his arms to protect his head, sucking and dodging all of the things she flung at him. It didn’t do much, however, since almost every item was hitting him. Damn she had good aim.

“You asshole! You fuck me and then put me out?! Did your mother not teach you any fucking manners?!” Gratefully, she ran out of things to throw.

He huffed, rubbing his side where his fake potted plant had hit him. “You’re insane. Look at how you trashed my room.”

She growled as she pulled her clothes on, grabbing her phone and purse before stomping out in a huff.

“Screw you, Park Jimin! I hope your dick falls off!” She spat in disgust, slamming his door hard enough to shake the walls.

Pfft, whatever.

Park Jimin was a certified womanizer and connoisseur of the primal pleasures. His body count was probably higher than college kids on 4/20. To some, that might seem gross and irresponsible. Who can have that much sex with that many people? And to that, Jimin said ‘be jealous’. Jimin prided himself on safe and consensual sex at all times. Well, there were a few women who he’s braved unprotected for but he always made sure they were clean and got them Plan B’s afterwards!

To ensure no strings attached sex, Jimin had 3 main rules he followed.

1. Never go over the woman’s house.

2. Never sleep over

3. Never sleep with someone twice

These 3 rules are what kept Jimin a well oiled machine. It’s also what kept girls from getting too attached and sending mixed messages. He wasn’t looking for any kind of relationship or anything long term; just sex and that’s it.

And he planned on keeping it that way.

Jimin flopped down on his friend’s couch, groaning from his still aching side. A light bruise had already purpled there but thankfully nothing was broken.

He sluggishly pushed himself through work, those pain patches doing nothing to alleviate his pain.

“Fuck, my side is killing me.”

“I will never understand why you treat women like that. Didn’t another girl post your STD results on Instagram a few years ago?” His best friend since childhood, Taehyung remembered.

Ah yes, that incident.

To sum it up, a girl he slept with some years back had requested his STD results. Normal enough, right? Safety first and whatnot. After hitting it and quitting it, he thought he’d never see the girl again. Everything was quiet until he was tagged in a post showing his results along with a lengthy caption calling him a pig and multiple variations of the word ‘slut’ that he’s never even heard of.

And if that wasn’t bad, almost every woman he’s slept with spawned under that post like white girls to pumpkin spice. Fortunately, it didn’t go viral(673 comments doesn’t count, right?) and Jimin sort of forgot about it.

From that moment on, he never gave out any of his contact information and he kept his STD results in his wallet. So far, everything’s been going well.

Well, until last night.

“It’s fine. She got in the Uber and hopefully she got home okay.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock. “You didn’t get her an Uber home? At 3AM? Do you know how dangerous that is?” He gasped, following in the woman’s footsteps and throwing a pillow at Jimin but with not nearly as much force.

Jimin blocked the pillow before continuing, “I’d rather not know where she stays so I can avoid ever walking by. She had the arm of a baseball player.” Suddenly it clicked! Jimin snapped his fingers in jubilation, memory coming back. “That’s it! Her father’s a baseball player. That’s what she said.”

Taehyung slapped his forehead dramatically. “You’re ridiculous. You know, one day you’re gonna meet someone who will give you your just desserts.”

The middle finger was thrown up in Taehyung’s direction.

As if that would ever happen.

Jimin’s pain had faded by the weekend which meant it was time to party!

If only he had a party to attend. He was avoiding his favorite bar—not out of fear of seeing that strong armed girl again! Of course not!

So he decided to tag along with Jungkook and Jungkook’s college friends to another bar. He also convinced Taehyung to take a break from being a moody misunderstood artist.

Drinks were flowing and the sweet tail in this bar was catching Jimin’s eye. He could already spot at least 4 women that fit his standards. If everything went well, he’d be out of the bar and on his way home with someone on his arm within an hour.

“Let’s get some shots.” Jungkook offered to which the others nodded in agreement. While he turned to do that, Jimin started surveying the bar again. Taehyung must have noticed because he nudged him.

“You’re not thinking of which girl to take home, are you? Did you not learn from that baseball player’s daughter?” Taehyung sighed exasperated. He loved Jimin but goodness he could be an idiot. The shots arrived at that time and Jimin downed his. He didn’t really need liquid courage to loosen him up but it still helped.

Jimin shrugged his shoulder. “Stop worrying so much. Bathroom quickies are my specialty.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, muttering, “but somehow learning from your mistakes isn’t.”

Ignoring the jab, Jimin resumed his scan of the bar, making eye contact with a pretty girl across the way. Her eyes widened at being caught, quickly averting her gaze and looking at her drink as if it was the most interesting thing ever.

He smirked. Perfect. Shy ones are always the best.

Just as he was about to move to approach her, she was tapped on the shoulder by another girl by her side. They moved away from their spot on the bar and Jimin was met with a sight so mouth watering that he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

A woman was leaned over the bar counter, thick glossed lips sucking at a straw in a fruity colored drink. His eyes followed the curve of your back, over the swell of your ass in that dress—thick luscious legs that looked miles long in your strappy platforms and white toenail polish! Your hair was long and dark, falling over your back like an onyx curtain.

Damn. You were sexy as hell.

“Hey look, it’s Yoongi hyung.” Jungkook noticed, pointing in the direction of their friend.

Jimin and the others watched as Yoongi crossed the bar……straight to you.

Yoongi leaned against the bar next to you, your eyes sparkling at the sight of a familiar face.

It’s moments like these Jimin wishes he could read lips. What were you two talking about? Did Yoongi know you personally or was this your first time meeting him? If Yoongi did know you, were you two just friends or currently on the pathway to dating? Contrary to his demeanor and face, Yoongi was actually very social and made friends easily. He was also just as smooth as Jimin when it came to bringing people home. Would Yoongi get you first?

After stalking watching you for a while longer, you two seemed to bid each other farewell before Yoongi walked away.

Jungkook held up his hand to catch his attention. “Yoongi hyung! Over here!”

The cat like man’s gaze flickered over to the small group, a little smile on his face as he approached.

Once he got close enough, he greeted everyone with waves and bro hugs. “What’s up? I didn’t know you guys would be here tonight.”

Jungkook nodded. “There’s a deal on Long Islands. What are you doing here? Normally college kids come to this bar.”

Yoongi’s eyes scanned the crowd. “I’m Hoseok and Seokjin’s designated driver. Some girl Hoseok’s dating goes here.” He informed with a shrug.

Ah. That made sense. Hoseok was kind of a stuck drunk and while Seokjin was a good drinker, he still didn’t like driving under the influence. And Uber’s were off the table as well.

“Me? Get in a stranger’s car? Preposterous.”

So that left Yoongi as designated driver.

But enough about their wacky friends. Jimin had bigger things to worry about, like your ass.

“Hyung, who is that girl you were just talking to?”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, turning for a moment to look at you before facing Jimin again.

“Oh, y/n? She’s a student here. She’s getting her Master’s.” Yoongi answered.

Jimin hummed. “And are you two…..?” He trailed off, gesticulating his hands in a weird way.

Yoongi frowned. “Are we what?”

“He wants to know if you two are together before he goes and tries to fuck her.” Taehyung finished for them since he couldn’t bear this dumb game. “Please tell me she does professional kickboxing.”

Jimin pushed his catty friend. “Stop it.”

Yoongi’s mouth opened in a little ‘ah’. “No, nothing like that. y/n doesn’t date. Trust me, I tried.” He sighed, a little dreamily and defeated.

That was interesting. Not really that you rejected Yoongi but the fact that you didn’t date. It honestly shocked Jimin a little. You were smoking hot. How could someone like you not have a partner? Did you have a bad personality? Were you clingy? Were you just hot but also dumb? Hmm.

Eh. He didn’t care too much about that. You were single and attractive. That was good enough for him.

Fixing his hair and straightening his leather jacket, he was about to take a step but Yoongi’s hand on his chest stopped him.

“Hold up, man. I wouldn’t go after her.”

Jimin scoffed. “And why not? Just because you can’t get her doesn’t mean I can’t.”

The incredibly petty part of Yoongi wanted to just let Jimin go but he couldn’t, in good conscience, just let Jimin approach you unprepared.

“That’s not what I meant. I’ve never dated y/n but I have slept with her before.”

Wow, that was information he wasn’t ready for. Even Taehyung and Jungkook made noises of surprise.

“And what? Is she not good? Does she smell?” Jimin questioned, concern actually starting to eat at his tummy. Call him shallow and uneducated but Jimin didn’t venture near any pussy that didn’t appeal to his sensitive nose and delicate pallet. Perhaps you were just eye candy. Well, a blowjob would still count as a successful endeavor.

Yoongi shook his head. “No, of course not. The thing is, she’s the best I’ve ever had and I’m not joking. Like she’s so good that I still think about it and it happened over a year ago.”

“Pfft. That’s it? Whatever, hyung.” Jimin shook Yoongi’s hand off before strutting his way over to you.

Yoongi sighed dejectedly. “He has no idea what he’s walking into.”

You were about ready to wrap up your night. You really just came out for a drink and to spend time with your friends but they had left a little while ago to definitely have a foursome with these 2 guys. They asked if you wanted to join but you didn’t think you were that comfortable seeing your best friend’s vaginas. Well, willingly. You were a girl’s girl through and through but not like that.

Just as you sucked down the last of your drink, a presence settled on your side. At first you thought it was just another patron trying to get a drink but then a sugar sweet voice floated over into your ears.

“Can I buy you another drink?”

You looked to your right, finding a very handsome man leaning against the counter. He was very handsome but also pretty in a kind of graceful way. He wasn’t the type you often went after but you didn’t discriminate.

You leaned your cheek against the back of your hand. “I don’t accept drinks from strangers.” You disclosed.

Jimin felt his eyebrow twitch slightly but he couldn’t deny the slight rush your nonchalant tone gave him. You wouldn’t be easy and he liked it.

He sniffed. “You accepted one from the bartender. He’s a stranger.” He fired back matter of factly.

Ah, you could see now. He wasn’t the type to back down. Interesting. Maybe you would play along.

Your smirk sent a shiver down his spine. “He’s not a stranger. I know him inside and out.”

At that moment, the bartender came over to retrieve your empty glass. When you met his eyes, a red blush painted his skin from his cheeks to his neck.

Reaching into your purse, you pulled out a bill to tip him. “Thanks, baby. It was delicious.” You complimented, a sultry tone in your voice that spread that blush even further.

He shyly smiled, eyes flickering around. “Y-you’re welcome….” He grabbed your glass and you took the opportunity to run the tips of your stiletto nails up the back of his hand. He shivered at the touch, almost dropping the glass but managing to keep it from falling. He bowed at you, thanking you for the tip before scurrying over to the other side of the bar to tend to other customers.

Jimin’s jaw had yet to return to its original state. There was no way he just witnessed that. It’s obvious that you and that bartender had something going on; something crazy judging by how almost submissive the man acted just by being in your presence.

Was Yoongi right about you?

You flickered your eyes over to the new stranger, reaching out to tap at his chin.

“Your jaw will ache if you do that. Or do you like that sort of thing?”

Jimin snapped his mouth shut, your chuckle bringing heat to the tips of his ears but he forced it down.

“Oh so is the bartender your boyfriend or something?” He tried to passively ask but you could see right through him.

“Nope. I don’t have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. I used to though.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You used to have a boyfriend?”

You shook your head. “Nope, a girlfriend but we had to go our separate ways. She had a great rack too.” You reminisced with a sigh.

Were you fucking for real? Jimin didn’t give a damn about your ex girlfriend but he’d be lying if he said you hinting at being bisexual wasn’t sexy as hell.

He cleared his throat. “Well uh, I’m Jimin.”

You hummed but didn’t make a move to introduce yourself and that kind of pissed him off.

“Aren’t you gonna tell me your name?”

You swept your hair over your back, the scent of your perfume and whatever else you used in your hair invading his senses.

“Do I need to?” You drawled sassily.

He swallowed. Fuck you were pissing him off.

Luckily for him, Yoongi already told him your name so ha!

“I guess not, y/n.” He smirked.

You tilted your head. Ha! Gotcha! You weren’t so clever!

Then you smiled and it sent Jimin’s stomach in a whirl.

Your eyes sparkled with mischief. Jimin was very amusing to you. You couldn’t wait to break him.

You leaned closer to him, so close that your lips were almost touching. His breath got caught in his throat, eyes flickering back and forth between your irises.

What was this feeling? Jimin hasn’t felt like this sense his last big audition. His stomach was turning, nausea bringing that last drink he had right to the base of his throat, and his palms felt like all the water in his body had populated to his hands.

“That was cute.” Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. “But it doesn’t matter if you know my name or not….”

Don’t ask why. Don’t ask why.

“Why?”

You smirked, hand lifting to ghost over the side of his throat, your nails scratched lightly over his pulse point. He thickly swallowed, throat feeling tight and dry all of a sudden.

“Because your mouth will be too preoccupied.”

Damn. You were good. Too good.

While he was mimicking a fish out of water, you dug around your purse for your keys before saying, “let’s get out of here. Do you need to tell your friends where you’re going?”

It took him a second to process what you had said but when he did, he shook his head.

“No. Why would I need to tell them?”

You shrugged. “Just to be safe. If something happens or they need you, they should know.”

He raised an eyebrow in a suspicious look. “Are you gonna rob me or something?”

You chuckled but he didn’t find anything amusing. “Of course not. Let’s just go then.”

Rule Number 1 was broken the moment he step foot in your apartment.

Similar to your outward appearance, your apartment was very cool and modern; cool tones of gray and blues complimented one another across all of your furniture and decorations.

You noticed how he was looking around at everything. “Did you want a tour?”

He flinched a little at you speaking. “No. We can just go to the bedroom.”

You eyed him for a brief moment but shrugged your shoulder and led him down the hall to your bedroom.

You didn’t turn on the lights when you entered your bedroom, instead traversing through the dark to find the remote to your LED lights. The room lit up in a bright purple, enough so that he could see clearly but it wasn’t overwhelming to ruin the mood.

He didn’t take time to look around this time, moving to remove his jacket and lay it across your vanity stool. You had taken a seat on the bed, hands working to untie the strings of your platforms.

“So, should we talk about boundaries and safe words?”

You were really making his brain buffer, like bad wifi connection.

“Safe words? Isn’t that only for like extreme stuff? Like BDSM?”

You were also constantly pissing him off with those little mocking chuckles.

“Normally yes but safe words are really just to gauge comfort and discomfort so if either of us don’t like something, we can have an easy way of communicating.” You explained simply, tossing your shoes to the side and working on the strings that held your dress together on either side.

The way you spoke so simply and confidently caused yet another weird feeling to flutter in Jimin’s chest. That was happening often with you.

“Uh….I don’t think that’s necessary.”

You paused in your disrobing(damn it) to look up at him. “Are you sure? The color system is pretty simple. This is our first sleeping together so we should both be comfortable.”

He’s never had to think about stuff like that before. This was just a one night stand. Why were you so worried about comfort and safe words? He just wanted to get his nut and go.

Holding in an aggravated sigh, he nodded. “Sure. Color system. Red, yellow, green. Perfect.”

If you noticed his tone, you didn’t say anything. Instead finally finally removing your dress and Jimin got to witness the glory that was your body and hot damn.

From your mocha dusted nipples to the intricate tattoo that rested just between your breasts, all the way down your meaty thighs and your clothed pussy that was barely covered by the thong you wore.

“Come here.” You beckoned with a finger. “Lie down.”

Your voice seemed to control his body, his feet moving forward to sit on the bed next to you. Immediately, you were in his space, climbing on top of him to push him down on the mattress.

Your hair fell forward over your shoulder, falling into his face, tickling his nose and getting in his mouth.

You giggled at his sputtering. “Sorry. Hold on.” You reached over to your nightstand to grab a large claw clip to get your hair out of your face.

With that done, you leaned down to capture his pillowy lips in a kiss. Honestly, you’ve been waiting to kiss him since he approached you at the bar. Something about those Bratz doll lips were so appetizing.

And they didn’t disappoint.

Jimin’s hands gravitated to your ass, gripping two handfuls and god bless, it was just as amazing as he imagined.

Your lips worked in tandem against one another. Jimin was caught up in the wonderful globes of fat blessing his palms, hands pushing you to start humping against his straining erection. You sighed as your clit bumped against the zipper cover of his jeans.

You tilted your head more to deepen the kiss, his mouth opening to let your tongues meet. He hummed at the taste of the fruity alcohol and the minty gum you chewed in the car.

Licking at his tongue, you sucked it between your lips, surprisingly pulling a moan from Jimin. Noted.

It honestly shocked him as well. He’s never felt this turned on just from a little kissing and dry humping. Hell, he hardly kissed any of his sexual partners. Maybe a little here and there but never full on making out like he was doing now.

And he hated to say it but he wanted more.

You must have noticed how he relaxed into the kiss because you pulled away to get a good look at his face—ears tipped red and puffs of breath coming from his plump lips that were shiny with your gloss.

“Do you want to tell me a color?”

Ah that. He almost forgot but he guessed he’d entertain it. “Green I guess.”

You hummed a “good��, pecking his lips once more before moving to his throat. Your hands went to start on the buttons of his shirt as you nipped and sucked at his pulse point. He stifled another moan when you bit the skin at his collarbone, trailing down to kiss over his chest.

He thought you were about to go straight for his cock, only to be shocked when he felt your tongue run over his nipple.

He jumped at the sensation, head craning to look down at you. “W-what are you doing?”

Your eyes glanced up at him. “Oh sorry. Do you not like your nipples touched?” You sounded honestly apologetic.

He felt weird. That felt weird but not necessarily bad. Fuck, what was happening to him?

“It’s just weird.” He simply said.

“Okay. I won’t do it again. Thanks for being honest.” There’s that feeling again.

Moving past his chest, you worked on his belt and the button of his jeans. He helped you get them down his legs, also removing his shirt in the process.

Once he was lying back down, you got comfortable between his legs. You kissed around his belly button, his abs contracting from the ticklish feeling. Gripping the band of his briefs, you pulled them down and off his legs, his cock jumping out and slapping against his tummy.

He sighed when your warm palm encased his throbbing erection, shivering as your breath puffed over his slick cockhead.

“Ready?” You asked.

He scoffed. Why did you ask him like that? Like a warning almost.

There was that smirk again. You were gonna enjoy this.

Kissing his tip, you licked a wide stripes up his shaft, going all around the circumference of his cock with your sinful tongue. His leg twitched a little at your calculated ministrations, suddenly feeling hot all over despite you just starting.

Once you deemed him licked enough, you took his tip into your mouth, gathering saliva in your mouth to drip down his cock. With that extra lubrication, you began pumping his shaft, tandem sucking at his tip. His hips buck up involuntarily, wanting to feel more of your warm mouth around him.

Your eyes were focused on his face, always watching to make sure he was comfortable but also, you loved seeing his reaction. His own eyes were squeezed shut, hands balled up at his side and lip pulled between his teeth hard enough to bleed.

Mmm. Easy work. Time to up the ante.

Jimin felt your mouth come off of him, the cold air brushing over his spit slicked cock. He let out a breath but that was short lived because all of a sudden, both of your hands were gripping his cock.

He barely had time to lift his head before it was crashing back against your pillows because you started going absolutely ballistic.

Both hands began twisting and squeezing at his shaft, your mouth back on his tip creating an air tight vacuum seal. As your hands moved, your head bobbed up and down on what your hands couldn’t reach.

Jimin’s back arched hard enough to hurt, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. You were like a woman possessed, not even the Warren’s would be able to cleanse you. Loud slurping and sucking noises bounced off the walls, filling his ears and spurring him towards an orgasm faster than it takes Azaelia Banks to embarrass herself.

If your mouth wasn’t full of cock, you would have smirked from his reaction. He couldn’t stop moving, knees lifting and falling back against the bed and bumping into you a few times, head restlessly tossing side to side against the pillows. His face and chest were flushed red, chest rising and falling as he struggled to breathe.

“Oh my god….” He breathed out, feeling closer to orgasm than ever.

Your hands moved from around his shaft and suddenly, you were taking him all the way down your throat, deep throating him like a god damn python. His hips bucked up again but your wet hands rested on either side of his pelvis to hold him down. You bobbed your head faster, sucking on every upstroke and laving your tongue against the vein that pulsed on the underside of his cock.

Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever felt so good in his life, especially not off head alone. It was like every nerve ending in his body was focused in his cock, your hot mouth pulling noises from him that he didn’t even know he could make.

Who the fuck were you? Who was he?

He was about to cum. He could feel it stirring and building in his lower belly, hotter than fire and ready to burst like a volcano.

Then you gripped his balls in one of your hands and gave them a light squeeze and the pearly gates were right there.

He let out a gasp, hands moving to try and stop you. He didn’t want to cum that fast and definitely not first. He always got the woman off first, at least twice before he finally came. And even that could take a while but you were about to wrench an orgasm from him in minutes. There was no way.

“W-w-wait….ah….I’m….” He stuttered, vocabulary suddenly becoming limited as his orgasm rose.

You could feel his cock throb in your mouth, balls drawing up in your palm. Taking him down your throat once again, his trimmed pubic hairs tickling your nose, you massaged his balls as if trying to force them to give you his cum.

Jimin’s brain struggled to remember that stupid safe word. He needed you to stop before the worst happened.

Alas, two harsh sucks and one more squeeze of his balls and he was ascending.

A moan so loud and drawn out that he didn’t even believe it was him came from his throat. Hot splashes of cum hit the back of your throat and you swallowed it down greedily.

Sensitivity began to prickle at Jimin’s spine and cock as you continued to fondle and suck at him.

“Yellow yellow yellow.” He gasped out and you immediately backed away.

He slumped against the mattress, inhaling deep breaths and trying to calm his racing heart. Tiredness began pulling at his eyelids and he felt like he could fall asleep at any moment but then a weight settled on his chest.

He cracked open his bleary eyes, not expecting to find your glistening folds just inches from his face. When did you remove your panties? Despite just emptying his balls, he could feel his cock twitch. Damn, could you not?

He looked up to see your sultry eyes staring down at him. He gulped down a block in his throat. He was not expecting this.

“I’ll acknowledge your refractory period but just because your cock is down for the count right now doesn’t mean your mouth is.”

He was speechless. He’s never had a woman so shamelessly put her pussy right in his face and practically demand he eat her out.

You must have taken his dropped open mouth as an invite to scoot forward to place your pussy right in his face.

The initial shock had worn off the moment your wet pussy touched his lips. Like muscle memory, he latched onto your clit, hollowing his cheeks to suck on the nub. You hummed at finally getting some relief. Seeing Jimin’s pleasured face had gotten you excited quicker than usual.

You were itching to finally break him down, to stake your claim and inject yourself into his bloodstream until he couldn’t think about anyone else but you.

Shouldn’t be too hard judging by how frantically he was slurping and licking at your clit like it was his first meal in ages.

You rocked your hips against his face, melting into the feeling. His tongue flicked expertly over your clit, plush lips sucking in intervals in a slightly amateur and sloppy way but thankfully, you liked it. You thought it was cute. And you weren’t really picky when it came to oral, clit stimulation was more than enough.

“Hold your tongue out.” You ordered and of course, he followed. You rocked your clit against the rough texture of his tongue, hums and sighs of pleasure passing your lips.

Jimin lifted his hands to grab at your ass, pushing you against his tongue a little faster. This wasn’t a competition(as far as you were concerned) and no, Jimin wasn’t trying his hardest right now to prove a point! He was just being an equal partner in this. He got off so you should too! Yeah, that made sense.

You threaded your fingers through his soft hair, holding him still as you used his tongue to get off. Using your other hand to tweak at your own nipples, you fluttered your eyes shut as you relaxed and let yourself be taken away by his tongue.

Jimin let you take control(as if you ever gave it up) but after a little bit, he took it upon himself to worm one of his hands under you to start prodding at your leaking hole. You could feel his fingers, a smirk that he couldn’t see twitching at your lips.

One finger sunk past your opening, your walls clenching around the digit. His cock twitched again, imagining how tight you’d be around it. Fuck that refractory period. He was ready to go now.

He felt around your walls until he pressed against that rough patch inside of you. He noticed you didn’t really react so he pressed a little bit harder, feeling a little rush when your hips jumped. Ah, you like it rough, huh?

Slipping another finger inside, he hooked them right into that spot again. Your mouth dropped and a light moan escaped your lips. He also wrapped his lips around your clit again and harshly sucked at it, pulling a slightly louder noise from you.

You were kind of expecting this but you also weren’t. With other partners you had, it normally took some coaching and adjusting for them to know how you liked it but he seemed to be knowledgeable.

How cute.

Gripping his hair tighter, you bounced up and down on his fingers, his lips slurping at your clit in tandem.

“Mhm….yes. Just like that. I’m almost there.” You moaned. That pressure was building higher and higher until you were right on the edge.

Jimin closed his eyes, curling his fingers everytime you bounced, sucking your clit like a man starved. He wanted to see you cum, see you fall apart for him.

He needed to see it.

Jimin moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending sparks up your back, your own moan rivaling his.

“‘M gonna cum. Harder.” You said breathless.

Jimin hated how much you bossed him around but he couldn’t care much about that. Instead, he thrusted his fingers in and out of your wet cunt faster, your arousal dripping down his palm and wrist. He was spurred on by the wet and sloppy noises that your cunt made, his cock hardening incredibly fast.

With a final suck and one more curl of his fingers, you were releasing all over his face. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your thighs smothering his head as your body locked up.

Jimin licked at your clit until you were shivering in sensitivity, your hips moving back until you were sitting back on his chest. Jimin stretched out his arm that was aching from your previous position, flexing his hand a few times.

You leaned back to rest your palms on his thighs, tilting your head back as you tried to catch your breath.

Jimin’s dark and sharp eyes trailed down your body—glistening dark skin covered in sweat, your gorgeous breasts and nipples heaving with every breath, dark stretch marks painting the insides of your thighs.

Damn, you were a picture of sin and he wanted to sink his teeth into you.

“Tapping out? I’ll acknowledge your refractory period.” He teased.

You dropped your chin forward to stare at him, a cute smile on your face. Scooting back so that you were straddling him again, you leaned down to kiss his lips. With this position, you could rub your slick folds up and down his cock. He groaned at the feeling. He could only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around him.

Pulling away from his lips, you asked, “did you bring condoms? I have some if you didn’t. What size are you?”

Yes he brought condoms but why the hell did you have them?

“Uh….yeah. I’m normally a medium.”

That made you snort. “Normally? That’s a weird way to phrase it.” Reaching over to your nightstand, you pulled open a drawer to dig around for the right size.

Now that you mentioned condoms, he started thinking.

Did you really need one? You both disclosed your health in the car already.

(“You carry your STD results in your wallet? Do you have a lot of sex or something?”

“I like being prepared.”

“What a coincidence. Check the glove compartment.”)

His pull out game was definitely top tier and he didn’t want any kids anytime soon so that wasn’t really an issue. Obviously he wouldn’t say no if you really wanted to use one but your pussy felt so wet and warm around his fingers….

He wanted to feel it with no restrictions.

“Do we….”

You pulled the condom out, sitting back up on his lap. Your eyebrows raised, acknowledging that he wanted to speak.

“Yeah?”

He pulled his lip between his teeth. Why was he hesitating? He’s never felt nervous about asking for what he wanted during sex so why was his tongue getting tied now?

You could almost see the gears turning in his head. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he wanted but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Yes?” You pushed.

He lifted his eyes to meet yours, your irises swirling with amusement. You were really…..

Sighing, he forced out, “do we have to use one?”

There we go. You smiled, shrugging one shoulder. “Not if you don’t want to.” You tossed the foil wrapper to the side like a discarded piece of gum.

How many times had you completely baffled him? Like 7? 8? 54? You were just continuing to defy every expectation and standard he’s had in previous sexual escapades. First you give him body ascending head, then you sit on his face, and now you were agreeing to raw sex? Was he dreaming? No, right?

He was broken from his thousandth moment of self contemplation by you moving. You turned around in his lap, your juicy ass on display to him. At that moment, he took notice of the two shiny piercings nestling just at the base of your spine.

You were gonna kill him.

He hissed when your warm palm wrapped around his hard cock, pumping it a few times, aided by the arousal you rubbed over him a bit ago.

“Ready?” You asked him for the second time and a small part of him wanted to say no. Your head game was already crazy. What the hell was your riding game like?

Too late to go back now because you were lining up the head of his cock with your hole and sitting down on it. He held his breath once your hot and tight walls began sucking him in, each inch feeling like a mile as you lowered yourself down.

He released the breath once you were seated all the way on his lap. He already felt ready to cum again and you haven’t even done anything yet. Your pussy was wetter than before and your squishy walls were holding his cock hostage like a bank robber.

You sighed at the stretch. He definitely had girth, which you preferred over length but he was still long enough to reach your spots. Perfect.

Adjusting yourself on your knees, you have a few test movements. Not really bounces but just moving back and forth to get both of you adjusted.

Jimin already couldn’t handle it, his head falling back against the pillows. He reached out his hands to rest on your ass and you took that as a sign of him being ready for the real action.

Perching both hands on his knees, you got on your feet and started bouncing on his cock. He choked out a surprisingly loud moan, fingers digging into your ass and head lifting again to watch you go crazy. Your ass rippled and jiggled every time you met his pelvis, your slick soaking his cock and walls hugging him on every upward stroke.

The clapping of your ass sounded like damn gunshots as it ricocheted off his pelvis, the force of your bounces shaking your bed and scrambling his brain.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t talk. All he could manage was groans and uncharacteristic squeaks whenever your walls squeezed around him. You were pulling noises out of him he didn’t even know he was capable of making.

“Ah fuck!” He strained, sweat causing his bangs and hair at the back of his neck to stick uncomfortably to his skin.

You hummed, your claw clip starting to slip a little. “Your cock feels so good. It’s gonna make me cum.” You were starting to get a little winded from bouncing on your feet so you moved to your knees, still bouncing your ass up and down at the same pace.

His ears sounded like they were underwater so he didn’t hear a damn thing you said, too focused on watching how your hole stretched around his cock.

“Shit, s-slow down.” He begged but since you didn’t hear any of the traffic light colors, you kept going.

He was about to cum! Hard! Very hard!

You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, saw how his toes curled and felt how hard he was gripping your ass cheeks.

Licking your lips, you urged him, “Give it to me, baby. Cum in my tight pussy.” Balancing back on your feet, your hands going to your knees, you rode his cock harder than before. He thought you were about to break his pelvis but he’d sit in the hospital in a full body cast any day of the week.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Oh shit!” He cursed. A few more bounces and he was releasing inside your warm cunt. His ears rang and his vision blurred as the second hardest orgasm of his life rammed into him. You continued to ride him, milking him of every drop that he had.

His whole body was on fire, his throat tight and dry, heart hammering in his chest.

Sensitivity didn’t have time to settle in because he felt ready to cum again but it felt painful almost. Not necessarily in a bad way though. A part of him didn’t want you to stop.

And you didn’t.

Turning in his lap with his cock still inside(what the hell), you pushed his sweaty bangs back from his forehead—taking in his red cheeks and kiss swollen lips.

He was so cute. Cute enough to bite and you did. He flinched a little at the feeling of your teeth on his cheek.

“You’re not tapping out, are you?” You kissed across his jawline and chin. “You’re still so hard and I haven’t cum yet.”

He wasn’t going to make it out alive.

Jimin rose to the smell of a sweet perfume and clean laundry detergent. He groaned as he stretched his body, the soft sheets feeling amazing against his skin. His muscles and bones popped as he tried to alleviate some of the tension from sleeping.

He blinked away the haze of sleep, lifting his head to get a gauge of his surroundings then it all started rushing back to him.

The bar. Coming back to your place. The mind blowing sex.

You.

He slowly sat up, running his hand through his hair. He looked around the room, finding nothing out of the ordinary. He noticed his clothes from yesterday folded and placed near the foot of the bed.

Did you do that? Where were you?

He found his phone on your nightstand, plugged into a charger. He removed it and turned it on, finding a few messages from his friends asking if he was safe and one of his coworkers asking to switch a shift.

He texted Taehyung back, letting him know he was okay and to his coworker to agree to the shift change.

As he was in his phone, he heard the sound of footsteps entering the room. He looked up, finding you walking into the bedroom, a robe wrapped around you and your hair hidden under a bonnet.

“Oh. You’re awake. Good morning.”

Morning? It was morning? He didn’t even notice the time.

10:21AM

What the hell? He’s never slept in that late after a one night stand. He’s never slept over at all.

Rule Number 2. Broken.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Morning.”

You walked over to your dresser to shuffle through some undergarments to wear. “I made some coffee if you want some.”

He hated coffee.

“No thanks.”

He tossed the blankets off his naked body, standing on wobbly legs. He glanced back over at you to see if you noticed but you were busy pulling panties up your legs. At the motion, he caught a glimpse of your perfect ass. He swallowed down a block in his throat.

No Jimin! You’ve already broken two rules! Don’t lose resolve, he thought.

As he slipped his clothes on, he couldn’t help but feel a little strange. Why did this feel so familiar?

You turned to him once you were done, sending him a sweet smile that made his heart stutter. “You can use the bathroom to brush your teeth and everything. I have some extra toothbrushes.“

He sniffed and ran a hand through his hair again. “Um….are you….did you….sleep well?” That was a dumb question to ask.

If you thought so, you didn’t mention it, instead smiling again. “I did. Did you? You practically passed out. I cleaned you up a bit. Hope you don’t mind.”

Heat rose to the tips of his ears. You cleaned him up? That’s why he didn’t feel sweaty or sticky. Wasn’t he supposed to do that for you? Then again, he wasn’t much of an aftercare type person with his previous partners. He’d let them use his bathroom or whatever but he never took initiative to clean his partners up.

You were so much different than him. He felt a little…..inadequate compared to you.

“Oh. Thanks.”

You hummed, turning around fully to face him. Why did he look so…..small? Not necessarily in size but in his posture and energy. He seemed a little nervous and out of place.

“Is something bothering you?” You inquired. You were hoping he wasn’t feeling uncomfortable about last night. He only used the color system once and he never said red so you assumed he was fine.

He cleared his throat again. “I just….can’t remember much from last night.”

You sighed in relief. “Oh, I thought something else was bothering you. That’s it?”

That’s it? You said it so dismissively, like his question was nothing to be concerned about.

“We went a few rounds but after the last one, you just passed out. I guess I wore you out, huh?” You giggled at that last part but he only felt hot embarrassment swell in him.

Ha! Fuck him to sleep? Hogwash.

Then again…..

“You’re also kind of a cuddle bug. I was surprised but it was nice. You’re very warm.”

He didn’t want to hear anymore of this.

“Where’s the bathroom?” He gruffly asked, turning his head away. It kind of reminded you of a small child refusing to eat their food. Cute.

You smirked but told him, “across the hall. I put a toothbrush on the counter along with a face towel.”

God he was sick of that cheeky little smirk. Stomping off to the bathroom, he grumbled about “not a cuddle bug” on his way.

After freshening up and screwing his head on straight, he ventured out of the bathroom back to the bedroom but you weren’t there. So he went to the living room instead, finding you sitting on your couch watching television.

You turned your head when you heard him enter.

“All done?”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Cool. Did you need an Uber or anything?”

Ah, that’s what felt familiar.

Oh. Right. He had to leave. This was only a one time thing.

So why did he feel so……unwanted?

“No. I can….I can call one.”

You just nodded. “Cool.”

He just stared at the side of your head. That was it? Cool? You weren’t going to ask him stay? Or to have breakfast? He was used to women doing that but you…..you just sort of ignored him.

He didn’t like it. Why didn’t he like it?

Pulling out his phone, he requested himself an Uber, the app chiming and telling him his driver was 4 minutes away. He’s never gotten an Uber that quick. Where was this that night he was trying to get away from that girl who used too much teeth? She was crazy, chased him out the door and insulting him loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. The driver had to meet him a block down.

“It’ll be here soon.” He announced for some reason. He didn’t know why he felt the need to tell you that. It’s not like you cared.

You stood to your feet. “Alright.” Walking over to the front door, you opened it. Jimin didn’t let his slight disappointment show on his face, heavy feet carrying him to your front door.

He stepped past the threshold, turning to face you. You were ready to close the door but paused when you noticed him still standing there.

“Something wrong? Did you leave something?”

Yes. Yes he did. He was leaving so much right now. He couldn’t leave knowing someone as perfect as you existed. He couldn’t just let you go.

Running a hand through his hair, he propositioned, “are you free sometime?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Free? For what?”

“You know….to do this again.” He motioned with a hand.

“Oh, um. I don’t think so.”

Rejection. That was new.

“What? Why?”

You gave him a pitied smile and he’s never felt so small before.

“This was just a one time thing. It was nice, don’t get me wrong but I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to keep seeing one another. You understand, right?”

No. No he didn’t. Why didn’t you want to see him again? The sex was just nice to you? So was he the only one who actually felt something?

“But….”

“I’ll definitely add you to the roster. Get home safe, okay?”

The door closed in his face and he was left there, speechless and feeling used.

Days passed after meeting you and Jimin couldn’t get you off his mind. All he could think about was your perfect ass and the way you rode his cock, how you prioritized his comfort and cleaned him up and even let him sleep over.

You weren’t everything he wasn’t and he wanted more of you.

He couldn’t focus at work. He spent his nights staring at his ceiling, lost in his thoughts. He didn’t even go out to parties or bars anymore.

He needed to see you again.

He needed to talk to Yoongi.

#bts #bts smut #bts fic #jimin smut #bts x black reader #bts imagines #namjoon smut #yoongi smut #jungkook smut #hoseok smut #taehyung smut #seokjin smut

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lunagojo · 2 years ago

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Various Anime Boys: Being Told "I love you" For the First Time

a/n: wrote this while I was in my WGST class lol

Featured: Satoru Gojo, Dabi, Tengen Uzui, Erwin Smith, Giyuu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku.

Warnings: None, some spoilers for Dabi (DO NOT READ IF YOURE NOT UP TO DATE WITH THE MANGA / ANIME)

~ Part 2 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 4 ~ ~ Part 5 ~

Satoru Gojo

(my husband, loml, my peanut):

His heart is racing at a million miles a minute but outwardly, he’s cool as a cucumber. “Hah, I knew you always did.” He’d reply with a grin, reaching out to ruffle your hair. When you puff out your cheeks grumpily, he laughs and pulls you close, leaning into your ear. “…I love you, too.” He tries to hide his giddy smile and teary eyes from you, but you can tell he’s emotional.

He’s used to everyone being annoyed by him, or thinking he’s too much to handle, but he knows that you truly see him, and it’s almost too much for him to handle. He gives you another squeeze and then exclaims, “This calls for a celebratory mochi eating contest! You and me!”

Without waiting for you to reply, he grasps your hand and drags you along to his favourite sweets shop, all the while a big, giddy smile on his face (and the smallest bit of blush too ;D)

Touya Todoroki / Dabi

(bad boy bad boy bad boy i love him):

When he hears those words his heart freezes in his chest, and he rasps in a deep breath. How, how can you love someone like him? He’s a villain. He’s done unspeakable acts. By most accounts, he’s perceived as a monster, a rejected failure that Endeavour tossed away. But you look at him as a human being, someone worthy of being seen as more. He looks away from your face, grunting. “You don’t mean that,” He replies. He doesn’t want to say this, but he doesn’t know how else to reply.

When you assert that you do mean it, he exhales and quietly pulls you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. You can barely hear it, but he mumbles that he loves you, too, that he'd burn the whole world to a crisp if it meant you'd be happy and safe.

Tengen Uzui

(this man and his wives make my bisexual heart go DOKI DOKI):

“How incredibly flamboyant!” He says loudly with a wide grin. Inside, though, he’s screaming like a little girl. The blush on his cheeks is unmistakable as he picks you up and spins you around, crushing you in his muscular arms. He almost (ALMOST) forgets to tell you he loves you back, but when he puts you back down and sees the look on your face, he blinks in confusion and then shouts, “I love you, too, of course! How can I not?” He smushes your cheeks in his big hands.

“Now when should we have the wedding ceremony? I suppose I should speak to my other wives too, but I know they would love you!” He hoists you into his arms and carries you off, intent on you meeting his wives. Just like he said, they adore you! :D

Erwin Smith

(I do not really have a daddy kink but for Erwin....I make an exception XD)

He was sitting at his desk, toiling away at his work when you said those words from behind him. You had always been so supportive and patient with him, something he was extraordinarily grateful for. Love wasn’t something he was intending to pursue, what with his work and the prospect of being killed in battle. But he was willing to do his best for you.

He stopped writing and straightened, turning his head to look at you. You were smiling shyly, awkwardly playing with your fingers as you awaited his response. With a suave smile, he stood and approached you, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a kiss. “In case you couldn’t tell,” He says when he pulls away. “I love you, too.”

Giyuu Tomioka

(idk why it took me so long to realize how much I adore him):

He was silent at first, not entirely processing what you told him. A slight amount of redness crept up into his face, and he looked away quickly, embarrassed by how he was reacting. You were worried that you had said something wrong, and so quietly apologized and made to leave.

He swiftly caught you by the hand before you could go. “No, please stay. I’m sorry.” Giyuu said, gently pulling you back to sit beside him. His fingers remained linked with yours. He finally looked sidelong at you, the smallest of smiles pulling at his lips. “I love you, too. Thank you for staying with me.” He rested his head against you, closing his eyes.

Kyojurou Rengoku

(why, why why, i'd give my heart and soul for this man to be alive and happy):

“So please make sure that you eat right and get enough sleep while I am gone! And Senjurou shall also keep an eye on you! I should be back within a fortnight so do not worry about me!” He exclaimed with a huge smile, his fiery eyes gleaming as he sheathed his nichirin sword at his side. You stood in front of him, looking uncertain. You had always worried about him when he went away on his missions, even though you knew he was a Hashira, one of the strongest in the Demon Slayer Corps.

He noticed your look of wariness and his gaze softened as he stepped toward you, “You’re worrying again.” He said. You chewed on your bottom lip. “Yes, I am,” You replied. “I always worry about you when you’re away.”

Kyojuro canted his head to the side, a curious expression on his face. “Hm? Why is that? I am always careful!”

“Because I love you, Kyo.” You blurted out at last, and felt better for doing so.

It took him a few moments to process what you had just said. Then, his smile returned, wider and brighter than ever, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. “I love you, too, Y/N.” He murmured, “I promise you, I will always come back to you.”

maaaaaayyyy do a part 2 ;)

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luciluck2046-md · 17 days ago

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Murder Drones: Glowing Future AU

6. A failed date and another drone

"Sooo, you need help to arrange a date." Lizzy asks me after I explain my problems. "And you came at me because?"

"You had like 5-6 lovers and I know that you like a specific girl, so can't you just help a fellow friend of yours?" I ask her. I don't really want to interact with her, but I have a weapon that must be used.

"And what do I get in return?" She asks back, checking her nails. I can hear V and J giggling from their bedroom.

"A date from that girl." I smirk.

"Wasn't she dead?" She puts another question.

"Well we're still searching for ways to get her back, so uhhhh, just wait and trust my promise?" I say a bit embarrassed. I'm talking about Doll. She told me that she still likes her. And Doll heard that. And she likes her back. The reason none of them told each other was because they didn't know????? But now I have to arrange a date with those two. If I find a way to move Doll from my head to a device or even another drone. Hopefully that will happen soon since I can't stand two voices anymore, Cyn is always commenting and Doll is critiquing too much.

"Alright I think we may have a deal. Get inside." She tells me, making way for me to enter her house.

Our teacher is sitting in the living room correcting some tests... I see N's test having dogs drawn all over it and a big B. I'm not surprised. After we pass the living room, we enter Lizzy's bedroom, where V and J are painting each other's nails. The bedroom is big and wide, with big pink walls and a light beige floor.

"Girls, do you have any idea of what kind of date N would like? Uzi wants to do a date thingy." Lizzy mumbles at the two girls.

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Me and N are walking along the hallways to get to the cinema. I can't even explain how much it took me to get mom AND Tessa let me go on this date with N. Apparently Tessa is harder to please than mom...

"I can't wait to see what movie you chose!" N tells me excited.

It's Beetlejuice. I wanted to go with Oppenheimer but I am pretty sure he wouldn't like it. I don't even know how they got that movie at the cinema. It's almost 1100 years old! That thing sure is ancient... I had to search so much to get the original version. Until... I virused the laptop.

At least me and Doll got to an agreement. If she shuts up, I will actually go to sleep earlier and try to get some full 8 hours! Since she's also getting affected by my bad habits. But with Cyn... The bow she wears is multipurpose.

N keeps talking about how excited he is to see the movie all the way, then we get to the doors of the cinema.

I push the doors, but they won't flinch. I look more carefully at them.

"AWWW COME ON!!" I yell annoyed. On the door it's a note.

"Today we're closed because of some unexpected circumstances"

I see some water leaking at the bottom of the doors... I think the roof wasn't cleared of the snow and it got too much...

"I guess there's no film..." I mumble.

"Wait, have you seen that movie?" He asks me.

"Well yeah? I wouldn't have chosen it if I didn't watch it." I tell him.

"Can you tell me what it was about? Or even describe the movie in detail!" He tells me, smiling.

I laugh. I think he may have liked the movie.

"Well... It all starts with a couple, that in my opinion gives off some very bisexual vibes, that are spending their holiday at home..."

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"Haha! That's some unseen twist!" N says after I finish talking about the movie.

We were sitting on the floor, leaning onto the walls of the hallway.

"Yes! I really like old stuff, as you can see. Wait, what's the time?" I say. I don't have my own clock anymore, I kind of erased it from existence like a year ago... Exploring my files and trying to skip school really made me fuck up a lot of things.

"It's 6:49 pm." N responds.

"Huh? So 12+6 is... IT'S ALREADY 17:50!?!?" I yell surprised. "We were supposed to go to the cafe twenty minutes ago! HURRY!!!" I yell, taking his hand and NOT waiting for an answer. Lizzy, V and J decided to come with me at the cafe, and I told them to meet up at 17:30.

We're running in the hallway to get to the cafe in time. It's one I used to regularly visit to draw, and the workers there are so sweet!

We arrive at the cafe in a record time, and I open the door, mumbling "Good Afternoon!" and going straight to the furthest table that is there

"Sooooo, wanna see my sketchbook?" I ask N, throwing my notebook on the table. The English notebook, aka my sketchbook starts out with two lessons and goes on with bored doodles.

"That's... Your English notebook." He mumbles confused.

"No it's not." I disagree.

"I can see that it's being written in the first pages."

"Go further."

"Oh WOW! THOSE LOOKS SO GOOD!!!"

I laugh

"Of course they look good, I was bored as fuck and I had to do something." I tell him.

"Oh, I've been meaning to ask you... Why do you keep skipping school?" He asks me.

"... I just don't want to go, and I finally found an excuse." I say, avoiding saying the true reason. He doesn't need to know. At least not yet. "On the school theme, do you like it until now?" I ask him, changing the subject.

"Yeah, but it's kind of boring... I already know everything, Tess already taught me more in a week than your teacher in the whole year." He explains bored.

"I KNOW, RIGHT!? MR. SMITH SUCKS ASS!" I say loudly. Several people are looking at us. I try to ignore them.

But the bad has already been done. People have noticed N, and they're giving him too much attention. And it's not the chill one.

"Who brought in the serial killer-" I hear someone say, but I take my backpack and trow it with FORCE at them. I think N noticed the attention now-

"You Think?" Cyn mumbles in my head. She doesn't like talking to me like that but I'm sure she HAD to comment.

"Oh, hi everyone! I'm Serial Designation N!" He says without realizing that he's not wanted. Oh, I wish I would have been so innocent...

He turns back towards the table and I sign to everyone that I'm going to stab them with my pen if they don't leave. And I make that very clear. Luckily they understood the message, and left N alone.

"Uhhhh can you tell me more about dogs?" I ask him, remembering what V told me.

"OH SURE!!!! The dog (Canis familiaris or Canis lupus familiaris) is a domesticated descendant of the wolf. Also called the domestic dog, it was selectively bred from an extinct population of wolves during the Late Pleistocene by hunter-gatherers..." He starts explaining to me the whole Wikipedia page. I get comfy, knowing that he's gonna talk for a while...

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"UGHHHHH THIS WAS SHIIIIT!" I yell, running in my room and jumping in my bed. I get facedown in my pillow and groan loudly.

The date was awful! First the cinema closed, then the cafe RUINED N's sketchbook, then I "overreacted" when J "accidentally" spilled OIL all over N's new clothes...

This date was a BIG FUCKING FAIL.

N enters the room shyly, and he tries to say something but I talk over him.

"Sorry about this..." I mumble loudly. "I made you expect a wonderful date but it was all only shit." I add disappointed.

"Hey... Uzi, before I say what I want to, let's go somewhere, shall we?" He tells me.

"Where?" I ask rolling my eyes. "Where else could we go? I'm already banned from that cafe." I mumble. I actually liked going there, but me snapping at J after all the stress I felt...

"The rooftop? The moon is especially beautiful right now." He smiles. And I smile back.

"Alright..."

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We're both laying on the rooftop, looking at the sky, CLOSE to each other, holding hands like the lovers we are.

We're both quiet. He said that he wants to tell me something, but I think he may have forgotten. Or not. I don't know. But I decide to break the silence.

"N... Sorry for having the worst first date..." I mumble embarrassed. "Your notebook is all soggy, your clothes are ruined, J is mad at me..."

"Oh Uzi... What I wanted to tell you is that this is actually the best date ever!" He laughs. "I didn't care about the movie, but it was fun to listen to you describe everything about it. And the sketchbook? I can always get another one. But I would never exchange the time we spend drawing for anything else!" He tells me, smiling and chuckling.

"But your new clothes are dirty now..." I try to say. All he told me until now is really, really sweet... But I don't want to believe him.

"They are CLOTHES Uzi, there's no problem that they got dirty a bit faster than usual. But it showed me that you would do anything to protect me, and that's really cute!" He explains. I blush slightly as he tightens his grip on my hand.

I don't say anything, but I'm thinking about all he said. Then I remember how Tessa tested me a week ago... And I want to ask him about it. But I wait for a little break. After about another ten minutes I speak to him.

"N? Can I ask you something..? There's something that Tessa said that's been bugging me for the past week..." I mumble.

"Oh, sure! What is it?" He asks relaxed.

"... What do you like about me..?" I ask him. Even if what she said was mostly a trick, I really don't know... "I mean, most of me is shit too."

"Don't say that! Everything about you is perfect for me. You're funny, interesting, caring, strong, confident, brave, and so much more! I can't say everything I like about you." He explains to me, smiling.

I am speechless. He really thinks that about me? That's... Surprising. And calming. I feel a little less tense than before. After a while that felt like an eternity, I finally talk again.

"Thanks..." I tell him, moving a little closer.

"What did Tessa tell you?" He asks me.

"... She tested my self trust and things like that..." I mumble embarrassed.

"Oh. Well you should really believe in yourself a bit more! But I can help you, if you let me." He tells me. He's so sweet...

There's another silence. This one's awkward. Very awkward. I move even closer to him.

"What abou-"

"So uhm-"

We both say, moving our heads in unison.

And kissing each other by accident.

I jump back, surprised and blushing.

"EWWWW, GROSS!!!" I yell, trying to hide how flustered I am.

"You don't think it's gross, so why are you saying that?" N chuckles.

"BECAUSE IT IS!" I yell embarrassed.

N chuckles even more.

"Well, it was an accident." He says amused. "UNLIKE THIS!!!" He yells, actually kissing me on purpose. For 5 long seconds.

I move back flustered and speechless. He laughs loudly, but in a cute way.

"О МОЙ РОБО-БОГ УЗИ, Хватит ДУМАТЬ ОБ ЭТОМ, ЭТО ПРОСТО ПОЦЕЛУЙ. / 𝙾𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙾-𝙶𝙾𝙳 𝚄𝚉𝙸 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃, 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂." Doll yells at me annoyed. I guess she's done with our "shut up and I'll get 8 hours of sleep" deal. Well, neither of us will get enough sleep. >:3

"You're so cute when you're flustered!" He tells me, hugging me tightly. "Also I got you back in your happy mood!"

"Yes you did-" I say, but I hear a crash and feel some strong wind passing me.

Then I hear a boom.

Both me and N turn surprised to see smoke coming from behind the bunker. We fly down to check what happened.

It is... A DISASSEMBLY DRONE!?!?

"N, weren't you and your gang the only Disassembly Drones????" I ask him confused. He doesn't answer. I see that his left eye displays the classic X, but with a D underneath it.

"Uhhh, no? OHHH I REMEMBER WHO SHE IS!!!" He says surprised.

I think he's talking about the drone that's in front of us...

She isn't regenerating.

Yet.

I hope there won't be any worm thing.

Oh fuck.

She moved.

"AGH SHE'S ALIVE KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER!" I yell, jumping behind N, since I don't have my railgun. I clearly don't trust her to be inoffensive and not attack me the first second she sees me.

Her broken screen displays some glitchy eyes, blinking fast. The usually all yellow crown has one of the lights red, and her left ear's tip is red instead of yellow. From all I know, this means that she's offline. Offline from what? I didn't ever ask.

She gets up, ignoring us, and getting dust off her clothes. She's shaking. A LOT.

"Ughh... I should have kept my glasses." She mumbles in a weird voice.

"... D? You're alive!?!?" N yells, getting closer.

"OH SHIT, UHHHH... GOOD AFTERNOON CAPTAIN N! SERIAL DESIGNATION D AT YOUR SERVICE!" She yells panicked after hearing his voice.

"Did she just call you captain N!?!?" I ask him surprised.

D's ear moves towards my voice, then she JUMPS in the air and flies towards me with some impressive speeds.

"OH SHIT N RUN!!" I say, getting out of the way.

"Why didn't YOU kill this drone, what the fuck???" D asks surprised.

"I... I don't understand what you mean?" N asks confused.

"... YOU ARE NOT N. HE WAS THE ONE WITH THE HIGHEST BODY COUNT, AND YOU DON'T EVEN TALK LIKE HIM. But you do have his clothing and hairstyle, and mimic his voice well..." She rumbles.

"Uhhh... I still don't know what you're talking about... Anyway, you seem to be... Very damaged. Do you want to get some help or..?" N asks confused. He seems like he's genuinely confused.

"Oh yeah, the reason I came... WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH TESSA!?!?" She yells annoyed, getting a blade at N's neck.

I will not tolerate this.

I use my solver to push her back, and get ready to KILL HER if she dares to do anything to N.

"Oh, you know Tessa!? She's in the bunker, you know?" He explains smiling, completely ignoring the threat.

I look at him disappointed. He cannot just give out info like that.

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Ohh, surprised that they kissed? TWICE? There are no words on this sweet earth to express the satisfaction I got while writing that >:3

Also don't ask me what's up with D(actually do ask me) and why she's violently shaking. Like she got some screws loose(literally) and her circuits are kinda broken, so don't be too harsh on her <3

#murder drones #md #murder drones: glowing future au #glowing future au #glowing future #gf au #md:gf au #uzi #uzi doorman #nuzi #n #sd n #serial designation n

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ladykailitha · 2 years ago

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 9

This is the last of the grim!dark chapters. The healing starts here. TW: mention of attempted rape, mention of violence, homophobic slurs.

Wherein I combine Billy Hargrove and demobat wounds.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

They went for coffee at the same shop from before. Eddie with his black coffee, Steve with his caramel macchiato.

They sat down at one of the tables and stared at their drinks for a few awkward moments.

“I’m sorry I hit you,” Steve murmured, his hands clasped under the table on his lap. “I hate it when it gets that bad. I have no control over my body. And at least with the seizures I know what causes those and can avoid the triggers. But the panic attacks can be triggered by such small things. I–I’m sorry.” He looked up him. “Robin said you had to go to the hospital, I hit you so hard?”

Eddie let out a slow breath. “Yeah. You dislocated my jaw.”

“Shit, shit, shit!” Steve muttered, his hands flailing in distress. “I’ll pay for the cost of the visit. I don’t care if it’s been years. I’ll beg for the money from my mom if I have to. I’m so so sorry.”

Eddie grabbed Steve’s hands and held them tightly. “Hey, hey. Calm down. It’s okay.”

Steve shook his head.

Eddie began to rub circles into Steve’s wrists with his thumbs. “I need you take a deep breath for me. You’re starting to hyperventilate.”

Steve gasped, taking in air.

“There we go,” Eddie continued. “Now hold it for a moment and then let it out slow.”

He did as Eddie instructed and after a few tense minutes, he was breathing normally.

“Sorry about that,” Steve murmured, picking at the top of his cup. “But I’m serious about the money though. You shouldn’t have had to pay for that.”

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, it’s okay. I was still on my uncle’s VA insurance at the time, I didn’t have to pay a cent.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked softly, looking up at him. “I still have some money left over from the hate crime reparations.”

“No, man,” Eddie said gently. “That’s yours, you keep that. You want to tell me what happened?”

Steve took a sip of his drink and then nodded. “This guy, Billy Hargrove had just transferred from California. Big, tough guy. Wanted everything he had out in Cali without having to earn it here. Started throwing his weight around.”

Eddie nodded. “I remember him. Real asshole.”

“After school one day,” Steve continued, “I caught him and couple other jocks pushing Robin around. Calling her a fag and telling her that all she needed was a good fucking from a real man and she’d be cured right quick.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and he leaned forward in shock. “They were going to rape her?”

Steve shrugged. “I have no idea if they were only talking shit, but it wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.”

“Yeah, no,” Eddie agreed. “Good on you, man.”

“So I decked the ringleader,” Steve said. “Hauled off and hit Billy square in the face.”

“Score one for the little guys,” Eddie said with a smile.

Steve laughed bitterly. “Too bad the score ended up one hundred to one.”

Eddie let go of Steve’s hands to take a sip of his coffee. “Did his friends jump you?”

Steve nodded. “One of them had a rope with them, more evidence that they were planning to do something to Robin,” he said wincing at the memory. “They wrapped it around my neck and tied it to back of Billy’s motorcycle. He got about fifteen feet before a teacher spotted him. He cut the rope with a pocket knife and gunned it out of there. Leaving his friends to deal with the aftermath.”

Eddie shook his head. “Should have pegged him for being a coward. Most bullies are.”

“The thing is,” Steve said, voice strained, “I thought I was bisexual until the news painted me as gay. Gay fits the poor, picked on teen better than a bisexual does or whatever. I thought I liked both, but the more the media talked about how gay I was that I started thinking about it seriously for the first time and realized that they were right.”

Eddie took one of his hands again. “I’m sorry you went through all that. I’m even sorrier I didn’t know.”

Steve nodded.

“Let me make it up to you,” Eddie said softly.

Steve let out a surprised laugh. “That’s my line!”

Eddie grinned, giving his hand a squeeze. “Looks like we both have a lot of things to make up for.”

Steve squeezed Eddie’s hand back. “I’m willing to call it even, if you are.”

Eddie’s grin softened to a sweet smile. “I’d like that.”

Eddie looked at the call sheet for the songs they were going to play at the Queen’s Crown and tapped the pen to his lips. He loved the finale. The Jester and the King was the best song to go out on. It was raw and it was emotional and it was all a lie.

The King wasn’t cruel. He was broken and hurt. He was sad and lonely. The jester had failed to notice that King had grown tired and worn. Willing to replace his crown of gold and jewels for a crown of thorns and thistles.

Thorns and Thistles...that had potential.

Hear the wind as it whistles... You traded your crown for thorns and thistles... Your once valiant sword broken The life you held so dear taken From you, my dear Those you loved now turn in fear

Yes. That’s good. Eddie continued to work on the song.

Once the lyrics were tight, he pulled out his acoustic guitar and began nail down the bridge. He wanted it stripped down. He wanted it heartbreakingly beautiful.

He looked up at the clock and cursed. The song was done. But it was after four in the morning. He tucked the completed song into his guitar case and changed into his pajama pants. As he drifted off to sleep he realized that he felt lighter than he had in days. Years even.

He really should have talked to Steve sooner.

That Friday Steve got a call from the auto body shop saying his car was ready. Which considering when he called last week when it first broke down they didn’t have a time line for him because they were backed up, but they would get to it as soon as they could.

So the fact that it was ready now was like a dream come true. And he hoped on the bus and was at the shop as soon as he could manage. He walked up to the receptionist and gave them his name, and said he got a call saying his car was ready.

The man behind the counter nodded and told him to sit down and wait. They’d pull it out front for him.

Steve had barely sat down when an older man came out, hands covered in grease, a stained rag wiping them off.

“Steve?” the warm, friendly voice called.

Steve looked up. He recognized that face, but it took him a moment to realize from where.

“Wayne?!” he cried. He was on his feet in an instant. “Oh my god. It’s been years. How are you?”

Wayne gave him a hug, which Steve gladly returned.

“It’s good to see you, kid,” Wayne said with a smile. “What are you up to these days?”

“I’m finishing up art school,” Steve replied. “I’m going be teaching it to middle school students.”

“Art school?” Wayne said. “That’s amazing, kid. I’m glad you’re doing well.”

Steve looked around the shop. “So you left the plant to become a mechanic? That’s awesome.”

Wayne grinned. “Not just become a mechanic. This shop is mine.”

Steve’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. “That’s incredible. So the Hellfire Shop is yours? Wow. Wayne, that’s just so...wow.”

Wayne chuckled. “My nephew named the shop. From one of his comic books he reads.”

Steve snapped his fingers. “From X-men, right? I don’t read the comics, but I saw the movie.”

Wayne chuckled. “Then you’re already a step above me on that one, kid.”

“So...I wasn’t expecting to get my car back so soon,” Steve said. “I was told when I called that you guys were backed up with a lot of other cars ahead of mine.”

Wayne grinned and pointed out the front door. “That’s because he came in and fixed it for you.”

Steve followed where he was pointing and saw Eddie get out of the BMW and start wiping it down.

“Eddie?” he breathed.

Wayne chuckled. “He’s damn fine mechanic, my nephew. But he was always built for bigger and better things.”

Steve huffed out a surprise laugh. “Eddie’s your nephew? Oh, my god. It’s such a small world.”

Wayne gave Steve’s arm a squeeze. “Go on, then. Go get your baby.”

Steve looked at him in a amusement, because the look on his face said that the older man wasn’t talking about his car.

He walked out of the shop just as Eddie finished wiping down the hood of his car.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve greeted softly.

Eddie turned around with the biggest grin on his face. “She’s all fixed up for you, big boy.”

“That’s amazing,” Steve gushed. “Thank you so much. Your uncle was telling me that you did it all by yourself?”

Eddie nodded. “I know my way around an engine.” He blushed. “I just didn’t want you to get caught in another storm.”

Steve’s eyes lit up. “Thank you,” he breathed. “Let me take you out to dinner as a token of my appreciation.”

Eddie grinned. “I’d like that.”

“Well um...since we live in the same apartment complex,” Steve suggested, “why don’t we met in the center courtyard at 7pm on Sunday?”

Eddie’s grin grew bigger and his face dimpled. “I’ll be there.”

Steve got into his car and pulled down the visor to grab the keys. He waved at Eddie as he pulled away.

Wayne walked out to stand next to Eddie and they watched as Steve drove off.

“You writing songs about him and fixing his car,” Wayne said with a cheeky grin, “am I to be expecting a wedding announcement soon?”

Eddie turned to him, scandalized. “Uncle Wayne! It’s not like that.”

Wayne raised a single eyebrow.

“You know how much of an ass I’ve been to that man?” he defended.

Wayne nodded and cocked his head. “True. But you didn’t see the look on his face when he saw that you had fixed his car.”

Eddie tucked his chin in in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean? What expression?”

Wayne walked off and waved his rag at Eddie as he said, “That same doe-eyed dopey expression you’ve got on your face just now.”

Eddie stared after his uncle in shock. Steve wanting to hook up or at least be more open in his appreciation of his naked body was one thing. One that Eddie could handle and keep locked away. But fond looks and doe-eyes were bordering on affection or even outright love and Eddie didn’t think he could handle that.

Eddie sat down in front of the Corroded Coffin boys with his acoustic guitar in one hand and the song in the other.

“I want to add one more song to our lineup for next Saturday,” he explained.

Gareth rolled his eyes. “There is no way we can learn a new song in a week, man. It’d kill us.”

Jeff nodded. “I’m going to have to agree with Gare on this one.”

Eddie smiled. “Look, you won’t have to. It’ll just be me and this baby,” he held up the acoustic, “and I’ll put it after Silent Killer but before we ramp it back up to Louder, Louder.”

Gareth and Jeff shared a glance.

“But we’d have to drop a song if we do that,” Jeff protested.

Brian cocked his head to the side. “It depends on how long this new song is. So go on then, Eddie. Show off.”

Jeff buried his head in his hands. “Don’t encourage him, Bri.”

Eddie just grinned. “You want to hear it or not?”

Gareth sighed. “Yeah, go ahead.”

“Betrayal!” Jeff howled.

Gareth just shook his head. “He’s never going to let up until we let him play it so we might as well get it over with.”

Jeff’s shoulders sagged. “Yeah, all right.”

Eddie placed his guitar on his knee and began to play.

Roughly three and half minutes later there wasn’t a dry eye in that tiny garage where they practiced.

“Holy fuck, man,” Jeff croaked. “Where the fuck did that even come from?”

Gareth threw his arms in the air. “We have to play it. This song come mean the difference between getting the record deal or not.”

“So what do you think, Bri?” Eddie asked after a few minutes of shocked silence.

The other man just stared at him a moment. “Dude, I don’t care where that song came from, that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Gare is right, if we don’t let you play it, we might get the record deal. If we do, it’s a sure shot. They’d be fools not to.”

Eddie grinned. “To answer Jeff’s question; I have a new muse.”

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Epilogue

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cringevalue · 10 days ago

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I keep a fanfiction spreadsheet, I have no shame, and I need to yap about my stats.

I spent approximately 42 hours and 4 minutes reading this month. That being said, I read 23 fics this month, 89 chapters, and 352,755 words.

My top fandom was Stranger Things (obviously) with 23 fics (I did not read for any other fandom this month. Shocking, I know) and my top ship was Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson with 18 fics. My top five reoccurring characters (according to how they were tagged) were Eddie Munson in 18 fics, Steve Harrington in 15 fics, Robin Buckley in 7 fics, Wayne in 4 fics, and Dustin Henderson in 4 fics as well.

The three tags I read the most were Bisexual Steve Harrington in 5 fics, Eddie Munson Lives in 5 fics, and Autistic Eddie Munson in 4 fics, and my top rating this month was Explicit with 9 fics.

The most words I read in a day was 50,072 on October 22nd and the longest fic I read was i can't tune you out by hairstevington at 113,115 words. October 22nd was also the day I spent the most time on AO3, according to my screen time, at 6 hours and 38 minutes.

All of this information (aside from time spent reading) and every fic I've read this month can be found on my spreadsheet!

Every Stranger Things fic I read on AO3 this month is linked under the cut (fics i read on tumblr can be found here!)

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i can't tune you out by hairstevington

Teen and Up - 113.1k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Friendship, Platonically Married Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Eddie Munson Lives, Gay Eddie Munson, Musicians, Fame, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Publicity, Enemies to Lovers, Jealousy, Slow Burn, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Coming Out, Music, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, Social Media, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, BAMF Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley Has a Crush on Chrissy Cunningham, Angst, Angst and Romance, Angst and Humor, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Relationships, Hate to Love, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Banter, Happy Ending

Eddie Munson is an up-and-coming rock and roll artist living in LA. Steve Harrington (under the stage name HARVEST) has been taking the radio by storm lately. When the fans start shipping them together as a couple, Steve and Eddie consider it an opportunity to boost their upcoming albums. There's just one problem - they can't stand each other.

Trust Me, This Is For Your Own Good by Raven_CL

Explicit - 3.4k - Multiple Male Characters / Nancy Wheeler - Rape / Non-Con - Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Kissing, Non-Consensual Groping, Non-Consensual Blow Jobs, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Spitroasting, Sloppy Seconds, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Forced Orgasm, no beta we die like papa

Nancy and Steve have their little argument in the bathroom at Tina's party and he exits the party, leaving her alone. Steve really shouldn't have left her alone there.

release your inhibitions by crybaby

Explicit - 7.8k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Sugar Daddy Steve Harrington, Eddie is a Soft Findom, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Daddy Kink, Mommy Kink, best of both worlds, Feminization, Breeding Kink, Belly Bulge, Dom/sub, porn without plot but with some sappiness

“Who would ever guess? Ruthless little Steve Harrington just wants to be fucked and no one will ever know. Everyone thinks you’re my Daddy,” Eddie pauses to let out a breathy laugh, licking across his teeth as Steve’s brows pull together, “No one knows the truth, do they baby?” Steve shakes his head. Eyes wide, mouth wet. “No one knows you’re my perfect little baby. My fuck toy," he digs his nails into Steve's hip for emphasis. "My Mommy.”

Private Lessons by QueenOfSwords1312

Explicit - 2.2k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Professor Steve Harrington, Grad Student Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Teacher-Student Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Sort Of, way too much information about Renaissance literature tbh, Flirting, flirting via Google Docs, Age Difference, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Praise Kink, Steve is kind of a perv, but Eddie is DEFINITELY into it, Masturbation, Kinktober

Grad school wasn’t exactly in Eddie’s grand life design, but he’s not really complaining. Especially not when his Renaissance literature professor is the hottest person he’s ever seen. Or: English Grad student Eddie has an insane crush on his professor, and when Professor Harrington offers his star pupil private lessons in order to give him more than the usual lecture accounts for, Eddie jumps at the chance.

the last of the real ones by braveromantic

Teen and Up - 1k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply - Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Autistic Eddie Munson, Pre-Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Guilt, Survivor Guilt, Grief/Mourning, Suicidal Thoughts, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Dissociation, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Steve Harrington Calls Eddie Munson Pet Names, Exposition, Character Study, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending, POV Alternating, Period-Typical Homophobia

He’s here for answers, not to comfort someone who’s wanted for the murder of a teenage girl. But seeing him like this, quiet and small and hurt, nothing like the boy Eddie’s been since he was put into Steve’s 7th grade class, well, it’s startling. It makes Steve want to believe Dustin’s insistence that he’s innocent. It makes Steve want to take Eddie’s hands in his and tell him that things are fine, and he’s safe, and nothing is ever going to hurt either of them ever again. a rewrite of the shed scene. eddie is pretty sure his trailer is cursed. steve is pretty sure the thing curled into itself is /not/ eddie munson.

Close To You by illbreakurkneecaps_uwu

Mature - 1.4k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, Trans Eddie Munson, Trans Male Eddie Munson, Autistic Eddie Munson, POV Eddie Munson, Established Relationship, miscommunication tag I guess, Angst, Grinding, consensual somnophilia just in case idk, Additional Warnings in Author’s Note, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Not Beta Read, so self indulgent im sorry

He stops moving, stops breathing. Eddie opens his eyes and looks into the dark of the room, unfocused. His hand on Steve’s chest suddenly feels clammy. His head is swirling with so many thoughts, with things to say and ways to fight back.

i like the way this feels by starsdontsleep

Mature - 12.3k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Gay Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Lives, Touch-Starved Steve Harrington, Oblivious Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Affection, Platonic Cuddling, Falling In Love, Fluff, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington "Sweetheart", Good Friend Eddie Munson, Pining Eddie Munson, Idiots in Love, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson is Steve Harrington's Bisexual Awakening, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Mild Sexual Content, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, Happy Ending, Fluffy Ending

Steve doesn't realise he's touch-starved until he starts spending time around Eddie Munson. The other boy touches him all the time, leaving Steve craving that kind of constant affection. Only, when Steve decides to instigate his own touches back, things between them begin to shift in an unexpected direction, one that might make Steve realise some other things about himself.

lean on me by bdelaney

Explicit - 2.4k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Autistic Eddie Munson, Established Relationship, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Gags, Blindfolds, Sensory Deprivation, Hand Jobs, Subspace, Dom/sub Undertones, Aftercare, Nonverbal Eddie Munson, for a little bit at least, Porn with Feelings

“You still feeling on edge?” Steve asks softly, and Eddie nods against his chest. “Do you want me to hold you?” He taps once, firmly, between Eddie’s shoulder blades, “Or do you want me to help you another way?” This time, he taps twice in the same place, and Eddie takes a moment to mull his options before tapping twice against Steve’s ribs. Steve nods, his chin rustling through Eddie’s head. “In a sex way?” Again, one tap. “Or a non-sex way?” Two taps. Eddie’s heart stutters in his chest, something other than panic budding in his brain as he realizes what Steve is suggesting. He quickly taps once against his ribs, and he can feel Steve’s smile on the top of his head. ~~ Kinktober Day 14: Sensory Deprivation

The Ole Harrington Charm by ApomaroMellow

Teen and Up - 1.5k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Eddie Munson as Kas the Betrayer (Dungeons & Dragons), Revenge, Seduction, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Post-Canon, Murder

Eddie comes back with a vengeful bloodlust and the others have already given up on him. But Steve knows you'll catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

meet the parents by Ayes

Explicit - 7.9k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, TW: Eddie Munson’s Dead Mom, TW: Steve Harrington Has Shitty Parents, BDSM dynamics, Daddy Dom Eddie Munson, Sweetheart Steve Harrington, Daddy Kink, Lifestyle Dynamic, Dumbification, thigh riding, Pain Kink, painal, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Also A Soupçon Of Mommy Kink, Blink and you’ll miss it, Basically I Ran Out Of Time To Do Two Separate Parents’ Days And Here We Are, Eddie Is Not A Mean Dom But Sometimes Daddies Punish Babies, Feminization, Crossdressing, Knee Socks, Sex in a Classroom, Reclaiming High School Fantasies, ATM, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, almost getting caught, Deep Throating, Spanking, Talk Of Real Dads During Sex Oops, Is There A Tag For Pushing Cum Out Of Your Ass, Schoolgirl Steve Harrington, Ahaego, drool, Butt Plugs, Dirty photos, the babygirlification of steve harrington, I Plead Guilty To Objectifying Fetishizing And Sexualizing Him Your Honor, Somehow All These Tags In 8k, Dacryphilia, So Much Daddy Kink This Is Your Last Warning

a Mother's Day in which the boys exchange I love yous, and a Father's Day in which the boys exchange fluids. a continuation of the daddy talk series

too good to be true by Ayes

Explicit - 45.3k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Steve Harrington - Freeform, Eddie Munson - Freeform, Getting Together, Fake Dating, Kind Of, rom com plot, Fluff, Flirting, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington’s Bi Awakening, AU - No Upside Down, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, switching POVs, 10 Things I Hate About You meets Mean Girls meets Do Revenge, Bruce Springsteen as a love language, Fall Vibes, Benny from Season 1 lives and he's an elder gay bear, Steve x blushing

When Eddie sees Steve in a gay bar, he decides to seduce him and break his heart as revenge for what an asshole Steve was in high school. Steve, who was only at the bar to support Robin, is taken aback by the attention but finds himself under Eddie’s spell. And Eddie, to his growing unease, discovers that Steve Harrington is actually everything he’s ever wanted.

No Suprises by orphan_account

General Audiences - 2.9k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson - Major Character Death - Eddie Munson Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt Eddie Munson, Protective Steve Harrington, Temporary Character Death, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Self-Harm, Overdosing, Eddie Munson in the Upside Down, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Title from a Radiohead Song, Involuntary Age Regression, Age Regression Little Eddie Munson, Age Regression Caregiver Steve Harrington, Age Regression/De-Aging, Pre-Relationship, Steve Harrington Has OCD, Autistic Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson survives and comes home.

You Shook Me All Night Long by mrsmunsonbarnes (Katnerys)

Mature - 85.7k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Underage, Rape / Non-Con - Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Eddie Munson, Alpha Steve Harrington, Alpha Wayne Munson, Omega Nancy Wheeler, Teen Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Rape/Non-con Elements, Slut Shaming, Pregnant Eddie Munson, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, steve means well but is a bit clueless, category 5 simping event, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Starts with Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Eventual Jancy, Minor Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Smut, Kidnapping, Attempted Sexual Assault

Eddie’s life in Hawkins was rough enough before he went and got pregnant in high school. Now he’s even more of a freak, which makes it really strange that King Steve Harrington has seemingly taken an interest in him.

puppy love by bdelaney

Explicit - 2.3k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Established Relationship, Puppy Play, Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Collars, Praise Kink, Subspace, Feminization, Porn with Feelings, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Cock Warming, overuse of the phrase good girl, Aftercare, Dirty Talk

“I picked up a present for you.” Steve blinks at him, confused. “What did you get me from the pet store?” Eddie’s gaze darkens, his smirk knowing, and Steve instantly flushes. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, glowing when he notices Eddie’s eyes tracking the movement. “You want to see what I got you?” Eddie asks softly, forcing Steve to keep his gaze. When Steve nods, he thumbs Steve’s lip free from his teeth, kissing him deeply before pulling back to whisper against his lips, “Go get ready for me, pup.” ~~ Kinktober Day 17: Pet Play

Brown-Eyed Girl by Chubbypeachhh

General Audiences - 10.8k - No Archive Warnings Apply - Kid Fic, Single Parent Eddie Munson, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Babies, Domestic Fluff, Past Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Original Character(s), my girl zoe as a teeny-tiny i'm cryin

Everything catches up to him. He’s a dad. He has a very small baby girl in the other room who’s depending on him to survive, and he has to work two jobs to pay rent or else he can’t swing it. Babies are notoriously expensive as hell. No one in his life besides Wayne has any clue that any of this is happening. OR: Eddie's first few months of being a dad!

sweet as pumpkin pie by mseg_21

Teen and Up - 3.1k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, POV Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Flirting, Fluff, Baking, Eddie Munson Knows How to Bake, Steve has Feelings about it, Getting Together, First Kiss, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson Friendship, Dustin Henderson & Eddie Munson Friendship, Steddie Spooktober 2024 (Stranger Things)

Dustin groans, scrubbing his hands down his face. “But Steve, I need a pie!” “Sorry, kid, you’re gonna have to ask someone else. Maybe Mrs. Wheeler or–” “I can do it.” Both of their heads snap towards the living room entrance where Eddie stands, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Christ, he’s cute, Steve thinks, and immediately feels his cheeks heat up. He hopes Eddie is still too groggy from sleep to notice. “Do what, Eds?” “Make Henderson a pie,” Eddie says, waving his hand at the kid. Dustin blinks at him with wide eyes. “You know how to bake a pie?” or Dustin needs a pie, Eddie bakes him one, Steve has Feelings

Let Me Be Your Porch Light, Baby by AidaRonan

Explicit - 2.3k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Mothman is Real, Mothman!Steve, Rock Star Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Monsterfucker Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has ADHD, Rimming, Anal Sex, monsterfucking but the monster has a tragic backstory, porn with a side of light angst, Dirty Talk, Eddie Munson Smokes Marijuana

Eddie makes an innocent comment about the unnecessarily fine ass of the Mothman statue. It would be a shame if anything heard him. It would be a double shame if anything followed him back to his hotel to see if he meant what he said.

Stuck Between My Anger and the Blame I Cannot Face by BonitaBreezy

Teen and Up - 19k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Graphic Depictions Of Violence - Angst, Amputation, Amputee Eddie Munson, can't believe that's already a tag who knew, Post-Season/Series 04, Eddie Munson Lives, Vomiting, not described in detail and only mentioned a couple of times at the beginning, Blood and Gore, also just a bit right at the beginning

He looked down at Eddie’s empty eyes and shuddered hard for a moment, and then straightened up. He’d taken first aid training. He was a damn lifeguard. He knew what to do in these situations, he knew how to react instead of staring uselessly. He took a deep breath and steeled his nerves, and then pressed his fingers against Eddie’s throat, feeling around through slick, hot blood until he found it; a pulse, slow but there. “He’s still alive,” Steve said. ----- Steve pulls on his first aid knowledge to stabilize Eddie long enough to save his life. But field medicine comes with risks, and sometimes to save a life there must be sacrifices.

the passion and all the pain are one by lalunasol

Mature - 6.6k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Vampire Eddie Munson, Blood Drinking, Blood Kink, Dubious Consent, Regarding the Blood Drinking, Mind Control, It's the 90s now, Blood Sharing, Praise Kink

Steve is working at a bar on Halloween when he stumbles upon a group of metalhead vampires feeding. Their leader, Eddie, takes an interest in Steve.

pulling on habit lines by rogersharringtons

Explicit - 2.1k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Roommates, Friends With Benefits, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Virgin Eddie Munson, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Lack of Communication, 5+1 Things, buckingham in the background because i couldn't not write them into this, No beta we die like Barb, Frat Boy Steve Harrington

“Wanna head back home?” Eddie seemingly purrs over the music into Steve’s ear, his fingers inching up under the fabric of his sleeve to pet at freckled skin. It could be wholly innocent, the way Eddie’s leaning into him. If anyone was to glance over, it would look like a roommate who was maybe drunk bracing himself on the other man for support. But the words cut through to Steve’s core, fill his veins with ice only to be melted away by the fire of what the night promises. “Don’t-” Steve starts, turning to glare at him. “You can’t just say that, dude. There’s people everywhere.” or; Five times Steve Harrington doesn't know what he wants, and the one time that he does.

#ao3 wrapped #ao3 #fanfiction spreadsheet #fic recs #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction

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gayashelljatp · 2 months ago

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James Hook x Morgie Le Fay | You Look Like A Dumb Boy, My Favorite Type Chapter 3/5

Tags Fluff, Roommate, Flirting, Friends to Lovers, Magic, Banter, Hook Is Flirty that's cannon btw , I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Boys In Love, Sad and Sweet, Short & Sweet , Himbo Morgie, Bisexual Disaster James Hook, Morgie Has Golden Retriever Energy (Disney), Oblivious Morgie (Disney), Boys Kissing, Love Confessions, No Beta Read we die like Brandy Cinderalla, 5+1 Things

Summary:

Hook flirts with everyone in a five-mile radius. That means the people around him are victims of his often excessive advances. Morgie, however, was unaware that he was Hook’s favorite for a special reason. Or 5 times Hook was flirting with Morgie and it went completely over his head and the 1 time it didn’t.

Content Rating: Teen and Up.

Wordcount: 2,871.

Notes:

Hi, I'm Ace. I decided to finally upload this fic to tumblr it took me a long time to finally finish formatting this. Originally it was going to be all separate posts. But I'm a very lazy author and I'm still very clueless on how to make a blog post that looks good. So I'm compiling it all into one. I suggest you read on AO3.

But here's the playlist that inspired this fic that you can enjoy:

Chapter 1

Another day, another hour of planning and scheming done in the Black Lagoon. Uliana was going on one of her spiels again on how to terrorize the freshmen. Hades and Maleficent were nowhere to be seen, probably enjoying each other’s company.

That left Morgie to either bug one of the VKs he wasn’t close with or talk to the only person he knew who seemed to be doing nothing. That would be Hook, his roommate at Merlin Academy and Morgie’s right-hand (hook) man. He was also the only person who truly gave Morgie an ounce of respect.

Hook was in the corner, polishing his golden hook, the one that replaced his right hand. It truly shined under the light, from its silver base to the golden hook. The process almost seemed methodical. He polished the hook in certain spots and constantly raised it into the light, making sure the hook on his right hand hit the light perfectly. To others, it looked like pure vanity on display, but to Morgie, it was just normal Hook behavior.

“What are you up to there, James?” Morgie asked, giving the pirate a bright smile.

“I told you not to call me James. It’s Hook, or else you get the hook,” the eyeliner-heavy teenager said, pointing his hook towards his friend. Despite the closeness of the hook to Morgie’s face, he wasn’t alarmed one bit; he knew Hook would never actually hurt him.

“Okay, okay, calm down. I just wanted to see what you're up to. Can’t a boy just be curious?”

“Polishing the old hook, you know,” Hook muttered, returning to his task.

A minute or two passed, and Morgie stayed idle, staring at Hook’s hook. His look was a mix of a dumbfounded smile and complete astonishment despite the rather mediocre and normal task.

“You're just gonna stare at me while I do this?” Hook asked after a moment, glancing up with a raised eyebrow, looking directly into the son of Le Fay’s hazel eyes.

“It’s better than staring at the ceiling,”

“You're enjoying the view, right?” Hook’s voice took on a flirtatious edge, his British accent hitting just the right spot, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

“You look alright,” Morgie responded, completely oblivious to Hook’s suggestive tone and look. He was too sweet and too nice for this world, a sunshine among villains. But a menace when needed.

Hook smirked, shaking his head slightly. “You really are something else, Morgie.”

Morgie just laughed, the sound light and carefree, a stark contrast to the dark and scheming environment around them.

Chapter 2

Sharing a dormitory with Hook was certainly entertaining. Morgie’s side of the room was filled with wilted plants, sadly not by choice—dark magic just kills anything vaguely happy or alive. And, of course, a scatter of green and black clothing items.

Hook’s side was extravagant, to say the least. Opulence was the word Hook used to describe it. But it was still messy, with jewelry and designer clothing placed in certain areas almost like it was a treasure trove.

One downside to having a messy pirate roommate was lost items. Morgie had to learn that the hard way when he returned from his last class to the sounds of one frustrated Hook.

“Thank the seven seas you’re back, you can finally help me,” Hook said in a frustrated tone, clearly preoccupied with the task at hand. His British accent rang around the room. Morgie couldn’t even see where Hook was—the room looked like it had been reorganized by a seasick pirate.

“What did you lose this time?” The teen sorcerer asked, trying to figure out what he had just walked into. Hook’s side of the room had small gashes, probably from his hook. Jewelry was scattered everywhere, and Hook’s canopy was slightly more torn.

“My pearl necklace,” Hook replied. Morgie soon found Hook’s legs sticking out from under his bed. His blazer was discarded on the carpeted floor.

“The one you stole from the mermaid seniors?”

After a few seconds of searching, Hook popped out from under the bed and shook his head at Morgie’s question. “The other one, silly,” Hook said, grazing his hook against Morgie’s cheek almost affectionately.

Morgie smiled, oblivious to the flirtatious gesture. “Alright, let’s find this necklace. Where did you last see it?” Despite this task being purely based in vanity Morgie was willing to help.

Hook sighed dramatically. “If I knew that, I wouldn’t be tearing apart our room, now would I?”

Morgie chuckled, starting to sift through the pile of clothes on Hook’s bed. “Good point. Let’s retrace your steps. Did you wear it to class?”

Hook shook his head, getting up and moving to his wardrobe. “No, I wore it to the party at the lagoon last night. I swear I had it on when I came back.”

Morgie nodded, now digging through a drawer filled with silk scarves and velvet gloves. “Maybe it fell off when you were changing?”

Hook’s eyes gleamed as he moved closer to Morgie. “You’re quite the detective, Morgie. Maybe I should reward you if we find it.”

Morgie, focused on the search, missed the suggestive tone. “Just doing my part. It’s probably here somewhere.”

Hook leaned in closer, his breath warm against Morgie’s ear. “I’d say you’re doing more than just your part.”

Morgie’s eyes widen, he started to feel a strange feeling but he kept his attention on the task. “The bathroom—Let’s check the bathroom next. Maybe you left it by the sink.” He stumbled on all of the words.

Hook followed Morgie to the bathroom, smirking. “Always so practical. You know, Morgie, you’re quite the catch. Anyone ever tell you that?”

Morgie glanced back, smiling innocently. “That’s sweet of you to say, let’s keep looking”

They continued their search, Hook’s flirtatious antics flying right over Morgie’s head. As they rummaged through their shared space, Hook couldn’t help but admire Morgie’s oblivious sweetness.

It was getting dark, and the two were beat. “We’ve looked everywhere. I want to wave the white flag already,” Hook said, lying back on his bed.

“We are probably late to wherever we’re hanging tonight,” Morgie said as he laid on Hook’s bed as well, his side-swept brown hair more disheveled than usual. He turned to look at Hook, who was already looking at him.

“Think Uli’s gonna be mad we’re late?” Hook asked, grinning as he batted his eyelashes.

“Doubt it. You're her favorite,” Morgie replied. As he started to get more comfortable on the bed, he felt something by his head. His fingers brushed against a cool, smooth object.

Morgie sat up, his hand grasping the item. “Hey, I think I found it!”

Hook’s eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily. “Of course, it was right under our noses the whole time, my dear lad.”

Morgie joined in the laughter, shaking his head. “Well, at least we found it. Let’s get ready to head out.”

Hook sat up, taking the necklace from Morgie with a flourish. “Now, the hard part: putting this on with one hand. Quite the challenge for a dashing pirate, wouldn't you say, darling?”

Morgie watched as Hook struggled with the clasp, the hook on his right hand making the task nearly impossible. “Need some help?” Morgie offered, stepping closer.

“No, I’ve got it,” Hook insisted, determination in his voice. He continued to fumble with the necklace, but the clasp kept slipping out of his grasp.

Morgie chuckled softly. “Come on, Hook, let me help. It’ll be quicker.”

Hook sighed, finally conceding. “Fine, but just this once.”

Morgie smiled, moving closer. “Here, let me take that.” Hook turned his back to Morgie, and Morgie gently lifted the pearls, bringing it around Hook’s neck.

The close proximity made Morgie’s heart race a little but he didn’t know why, but despite the distraction he focused on the task at hand. As he fastened the clasp, Hook turned his head slightly, their faces just inches apart.

“Looking as sharp as that hook,”

“Thanks, Morgie,” Hook said softly, his voice carrying a hint of something more.

Morgie’s started to feel a burning sensation on his cheeks, and he smiled. “Anytime, James.” Instead of the usual correction Hook just let that one slide.

They stood up, ready to head out. As they were about to leave, Hook placed his hand on the other teens’ shoulder. “Your looking rather nice tonigth.”

Morgie’s heart skipped as fast as a galloping horse, but before he could think of a respond, there was a loud knock at the door.

“Come on, you two! We’re late!” Uliana’s voice called out from the hallway.

Hook grinned, giving Morgie a playful nudge. “Saved by the knock.”

Morgie chuckled, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. “Yeah, let’s go.”

They opened the door to find the other VKs waiting impatiently. Uliana raised an eyebrow, looking them over. “Took you long enough. Let’s move.”

As they joined the group and headed out, Morgie couldn’t help but glance at Hook, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Hook caught his eye and gave him a wink, making Morgie’s felt a peculiar feeling once more.

Chapter 3

One VK was hanging out past curfew in the courtyard of Merlin Academy. While the rest of the villain kids were enjoying the night outside the confines of the school, one Morgie le Fay was by a bench, keeping to himself. Morgie often felt left out by the group, but it was a tale as old as time. Having a lot of alone time did come with benefits; it gave him time to experiment and work on his dark magic.

His mother had given him a plethora of magical textbooks to work from. Despite the rocky relationship between Morgie’s mother, Morgana le Fay, and the founder and headmaster of this school, Merlin, the old wizard still gave Morgie a chance to study magic. It was probably a bad move, considering how his mother turned out, but here Morgie was, determined to make the most of it.

Tonight, he was learning to summon a familiar. All good sorcerers have familiars, right? Whether it be a crow, a raven, an owl, or a bird of various sorts. It was no summoning and raising the dead like his mother’s feat, but it was a good start. Morgie, however, went with a more exotic choice: a puppy. Probably not the best choice considering the lack of flight and stealth, but he thought it was cute.

As Morgie reviewed the page over and over, making sure he was going to execute the spell correctly, he started reciting the incantations. His hands were trembling slightly as he muttered the words. Dark magic swirled around him, tendrils of shadowy energy forming shapes in the air. It was supposed to summon a creature of the night, a loyal companion to aid him in his schemes.

The shadows coalesced into a small, winged form. As the magic settled, Morgie blinked in amazement. Before him stood a magical puppy, with soft, golden fur that shimmered under the moonlight and tiny, delicate wings fluttering on its back. It was a golden retriever, its large, innocent eyes looking up at Morgie with pure adoration.

Morgie’s heart swelled with pride and joy. “I did it! I actually did it!” he exclaimed, reaching down to scoop up the puppy. It barked happily, nuzzling into Morgie’s chest. For a moment, everything seemed perfect.

But then, the puppy began to change. Its soft fur darkened, turning a sickly shade of green. The wings grew larger, more bat-like, and its eyes glowed a menacing red. The puppy’s form twisted and elongated, becoming more serpentine, scales forming where fur once was. Claws and fangs emerged, and a low growl replaced the happy barking.

Morgie’s joy turned to horror as he watched his creation morph into a monstrous creature, a grotesque amalgamation of various animals with a serpentine body, multiple limbs resembling those of a panther, and eyes glowing with malevolent intent.

The creature hissed, its fanged mouth opening wide. Morgie stumbled back, his mind racing to remember the counter-spell, but panic clouded his thoughts.

“No, no, no! This isn’t right,” he murmured to himself, his voice shaking. He tried to focus, but the dark magic was slipping from his grasp. The creature lunged at him, and Morgie’s instincts screamed at him to run, but he was frozen in place, unable to move.

Morgie turned to see Hook standing at the edge of the courtyard, his golden hook gleaming in the moonlight. Despite his usual arrogant demeanor, there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.

“Hook, stay back. I’ve got this,” Morgie said, his voice strained.

Hook smirked, though his eyes remained focused on the creature. “Looks to me like you’ve got it under control. Need a hand—or a hook?”

“I said I’ve got this! You’ll get hurt,” Morgie snapped, frustration and fear mixing in his voice.

But the creature lunged again, and to Morgie’s shock, Hook was by his side in an instant, using his polished hook to fend off the beast. Morgie watched in disbelief as the prim and proper, vain Hook wielded his precious hook as a weapon. Hook’s movements were swift and precise, a testament to his fencing skills, but Morgie couldn’t shake his amazement.

“I told you, I don’t need your help!” Morgie shouted, but his voice faltered. Deep down, he knew he was in over his head.

Hook grinned, his charm undiminished even in the face of danger. “You’re always so stubborn, Morgie. Sometimes, even the best need a little help.”

Despite his words, Hook’s actions were anything but self-centered. He moved with purpose, deflecting the creature’s attacks and pushing it back. Just as the creature managed to land a swipe, Hook winced he looked like he wanted to scream but kept it in.

He continued to fight. Morgie watched in awe, his fear momentarily forgotten, until he noticed Hook’s slight limp.

With a final, powerful thrust, Hook managed to drive the creature back into the shadows and put it back to where it came from. The courtyard fell silent once more, the dark magic dissipating into the night.

Hook turned to Morgie, a teasing glint in his eyes. “See? Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“That could have ended way worse,” Morgie replied, still trying to catch his breath.

“The point is that it didn’t, and I would have never let it get that bad,” Hook said confidently.

“What was my little spellcaster trying to summon anyway? That was certainly a strange choice,” Hook teased, raising an eyebrow.

“It was supposed to be a familiar, but I messed that up like I mess up everything I do,” Morgie admitted, looking down at his feet.

“That isn’t true, lad,” Hook said, trying to reassure him.

“How’s your hook?” Hook examined it before he answered confidently “Still perfect not a scratch,” Giving Morgie a grin.

Morgie looked up, meeting Hook’s gaze. For a moment, he saw something deeper in those brown eyes, something that made his heart skip a beat. But then he noticed the small cut on Hook’s arm, dark magic seeping from the wound.

“James, that looks bad,” Morgie said, his voice tinged with worry.

Hook shrugged, keeping his pretty boy persona intact. “Don’t call me James!” he protested. “And it’s just a small scratch. I’m just mad the thing tore up my blazer.”

“Dark magic isn’t just a small scratch. Let me help,” Morgie insisted, moving closer to inspect the wound.

Hook smirked, clearly enjoying the attention. “Alright, Nurse, do your worst.”

Morgie carefully took his spellbooks trying to find a spell once he found one, he put his hands gentle and precise on Hook’s bicep. Hook watched him, a flirtatious smile playing on his lips. “You know, you look quite cute when you’re all serious and focused.”

Morgie face reddened, his usual naivety kicking in. “Just hold still. This might sting a bit.”

Hook winced slightly but didn’t let it show too much. “You’re doing great, Snakeyes. I knew I could count on you.”

Once Morgie finished treating the wound, he looked up at Hook. “You shouldn’t have helped. I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

Hook’s expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on Morgie’s shoulder. “I’ve got your back, Morgie. Even if it doesn’t seem like it.” Morgie wished this side of Hook was seen more often, not the ridiculously cocky pirate.

“For real?” Morgie asked, searching Hook’s eyes for any hint of insincerity.

“For real,” said the eyeliner heavy-pirate, his voice sincere. “We’re in this together, alright? Just don’t expect me to play the hero too often. It’s bad for my bad boy image.”

“You’re impossible, Hook.”

“Maybe,” Hook replied, winking, “but people adore me.”

“Let’s get out of here before we get caught,” Morgie suggested, glancing around nervously.

As they walked away, side by side, Morgie’s smile widened, the warmth in his chest growing. He was grateful for Hook’s help, even if he’d never admit it outright. As they walked away, side by side, Morgie realized that maybe, just maybe, it was okay to rely on someone else once in a while.

Notes: Idk why anyone would read this on here it's so long. But I hope y'all enjoy if you made it feel free to give your your feedback of course. I'm still tryna decipher how tf Tumblr works.

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serenelystrange · 2 months ago

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Summary:

“I am literally popping corn,” Buck says, “What more do you…” he trails off as he finally looks up and sees the man by the entrance that Taylor was eyeing. “Holy shit.” In which Buck crushes on the hot firefighter dad that comes in for the $5 movie nights, and then they fall in love about it.

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Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting. Falling In Love, Getting Together, Fluff, Humor, Laughter During Sex, Feel-good, First Kiss, First Time, Gay Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bisexual Evan "Buck" Buckley

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“Eyes to the front, Buckley,” Taylor says, kicking Buck’s shin with one of her clunky Tredsafe shoes. “It’s DILF O’Clock.”

“Don’t objectify the patrons,” Buck says without looking up from where he’s manning the popcorn machine.

“What else am I supposed to do on $5 Friday?” Taylor asks, sighing. “It’s bad enough we’re wasting the weekends of our mid-20s working at a crappy movie theater. Am I not allowed to appreciate art when it presents itself?”

“Maybe do your job,” Buck sasses back.

“My job is the register,” Taylor says, “and until the hot dad actually makes it over here, I have nothing to do. How about you do your job?”

“I am literally popping corn,” Buck says, “What more do you…” he trails off as he finally looks up and sees the man by the entrance that Taylor was eyeing. “Holy shit.”

Taylor cackles in delight at his dumbfounded face.

“I tried to tell you,” she sing-songs, giving him a devious grin as the man and a young boy with arm-brace crutches make their way to the counter.

“Welcome to $5 Flashback Fridays,” she greets them with a sweet smile. “Two for Toy Story?”

“Yes, please,” the boy answers, looking up at her from where the counter nearly reaches his chin. He gives her a toothy grin and Taylor coos.

“Aren’t you adorable?” she says, before looking up at his handsome father. “You must get that from your daddy.”

Behind her, Buck silently gasps at her boldness and hopes she hasn’t managed to piss off a customer enough that they’ll have to deal with their asshole 19 year old manager. Again.

The dad just huffs a laugh and shrugs, before turning his attention back to his kid.

“Popcorn, bud?”

“Yes!” the kid says excitedly. “Can I get an Icee, too?”

“Next time,” the dad says quietly, “this stuff gets more expensive every time we come, I swear.”

“A large popcorn and two waters, please,” he says to Taylor, who rings him up with her bored customer service smile now that he hasn’t responded to her obvious flirting.

“You got it,” she says, “you can insert your card now, and Buck will get your snacks at the next counter. Enjoy your film.”

“Thanks,” the dad says, before shuffling his son over to wait as instructed, making way for the people that have lined up behind him.

“It’ll be just a minute,” Buck says, managing to look directly at the attractive man for a whole three seconds before he has to look away.

“Take your time, man,” the guy says, giving him a friendly smile. “We’re early.”

“I like the previews,” the kid says to Buck. “And the dancing candy!”

“Me too!” Buck says, grinning down at the boy. “My sister and I used to give all the previews thumbs up or down. Two thumbs if it looked really good or really bad.”

“Like on Twitter?” the boy asks, curiously, and his dad laughs.

“I think he means just literally a thumbs up or down, Chris,” he says, demonstrating the gesture with his hand.

“This was before Twitter,” Buck confirms, sharing a quick amused glance with the dad.

“You’re older than Twitter?” Chris asks, eyes wide. “Dad, are you older than Twitter, too?”

His dad laughs again and nods.

“Mijo, I’m older than Google.”

“Whoa,” Chris says, sounding awed.

“Here you go,” Buck interrupts gently, “now that I feel about a thousand years old. One large popcorn and two waters. Absolutely nothing else, of course.”

He hands the bucket and then the drink tray to the dad, where two bottles of water sit diagonally from one blue and one red Icee, a wad of napkins between them all keeping them steady.

“I didn’t…” the dad starts, but Buck just gives him an impish grin before tapping his fingers against his lips in a hushing motion.

“Enjoy the movie, guys.”

The dad gives him a conflicted look, but under Buck’s unwavering smile, he caves, nodding gratefully.

“Come onnn, dad,” Chris says, heading off toward the ticket-taker.

“Thanks,” he says quickly, giving Buck one last glance before hurrying off after his son.

Buck gives the next customers exactly what they order and nothing else, blatantly ignoring the amused smirk on Taylor’s face.

When Toy Story lets out, Buck tries his best to pretend like he isn’t looking for the hot dad as the patrons stream out, rubbing a damp cloth over the same section of the glass counter repeatedly. His plans are dashed when Hot Dad appears at the counter, Chris conked in his arms, head nestled on one shoulder.

“He made it right until the credits,” the dad says, laughing. “But this is pushing his bedtime.”

“We tried to tell them that kids movies should be earlier,” Buck says, shrugging helplessly, “but they don’t listen. At least it’s cheap I guess.”

“True,” the dad says. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you again. Now that the scary redhead isn’t watching. The Icee made Chris’ night.”

“Just Chris’?” Buck can’t help but tease, noting the sugary red tint of the guy’s tongue and lips.

“Didn’t want it to go to waste,” he says, “and this one’s mom is already gonna kick my ass for giving him so much sugar. I couldn’t give him two.”

Buck grins back, but deflates slightly. Of course this beautiful man has a probably equally beautiful wife or girlfriend waiting for them at home.

“Don’t mention it,” he says easily. “Everyone deserves a treat once in a while.”

“Still,” the guy says, “Thanks. Have a good night,” he squints at Buck’s name tag, “Buck?”

“It’s a nickname,” Buck says, nodding. “There’s a lot of Evan’s in Los Angeles, it turns out.”

“Lots of Eddie’s, too,” the guy laughs, gesturing to himself. “Even more Diaz’s though, so I guess I’m stuck either way.

“It’s a good name,” Buck says dumbly, cringing at his own awkwardness. “Have a good night too, Eddie.”

“See you,” Eddie says, hitching Chris more comfortably in his arms before heading off, leaving Buck watching after him with a wistful sigh.

The next time Buck sees Chris, he’s coming in for a $5 showing of The Princess Bride, this time accompanied by a beautiful brunette woman with striking blue eyes. The counter is thankfully when they approach, buying their tickets and snacks from one of the new cashiers before waiting in his section.

“So, I hear you’re the one who hopped up my seven-year-old on processed sugar,” the woman says, giving Buck a stern look.

“I,” Buck says, freezing, “umm. I mean…he asked nicely?”

She holds the stern gaze for another few seconds before breaking out into laughter and waving her hand at him.

“I’m just messing with you,” she says. “That was really sweet of you, thank you. His dad hates disappointing him.”

“No worries,” Buck says, unable to not return her infectious smile. “I hope you guys enjoy the movie.”

“Bye, Buck!” Chris waves as they head off, and Buck waves back, wondering if Chris had simply read his name tag, or if Eddie had told him his name.

They show Hocus Pocus every Friday in October, but it’s not until the third week that Eddie and Chris show up.

“This one’s kinda scary for some kids,” Buck warns Eddie in a quiet voice while Chris is perusing the candy options. “Have you seen it?”

“Not since the 90s,” Eddie says, frowning. “You think he’ll be too freaked out?”

“Every kid is different,” Buck says, “you’d know better than me. Just be prepared to have to explain what a virgin is.”

“They are weirdly focused on a bunch of teenagers virginities,” Eddie laughs, “that much I do remember.”

“Sarah Jessica Parker gave me nightmares when I was a kid,” Buck confesses, and Eddie gives him a bemused look.

“The pretty blonde one?”

“She creepily lusts after and lures children to their deaths!” Buck whisper-yells. “Her cleavage could only offset that so much.”

Eddie gives a startled laugh at that, eyes tearing up as he tries to compose himself.

“I’ll protect from any wayward vixens,” he promises. “But thank you for the warning, really.”

“No problem,” Buck says, giving him a surely dopey smile. He looks down at Chris before covertly handing him a box of M&Ms. “Enjoy the movie, buddy.”

“Thanks, Buck!” Chris says, reaching up and tugging on Eddie’s elbow to get moving.

“We aren’t worth getting fired over, Buck,” Eddie says, giving him a serious look. “You don’t even know us.”

“I won’t get fired,” Buck says, “don’t worry.”

He doesn’t tell him that he’s been paying out of his own pocket for the various treats he’s been sneaking them, he enjoys the simple joy on Chris’ face.

“In that case,” Eddie says, “maybe I’ll show up one week without Chris. We’ll see who your favorite really is.”

“Chris is absolutely my favorite,” Buck says, laughing. “Now go watch your movie before your child murders you.”

Eddie goes, and Buck has to take a five minute break to cool down the flush in his face from the thought of Eddie showing up alone.

“Chicken Run?” Eddie asks in November. He’s pushing Chris in a wheelchair this time, and Buck gives them a concerned look.

“I guess there aren’t many family-friendly Thanksgiving movies,” Buck says, shrugging, “they’re birds, at least?”

“I guess,” Eddie laughs, ruffling Chris’ hair as he takes in Buck’s expression. “He’s ok,” he explains, “Chris has cerebral palsy, and sometimes his PT really takes it out of him. He’s not newly injured or anything.”

“Oh, good,” Buck says, with relief. “I mean, not good. Not that it’s bad… you know what I mean.”

“I do,” Eddie says, “don’t worry.”

“I’m just tired,” Chris pipes up, looking up at Buck with sad wide blue eyes under his red-framed glasses. “And a little cold.”

“Where’s your hoodie?” Eddie asks, frowning as he checks the pouch of the wheelchair.

“On the couch, I think,” Chris says, looking down. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby, it’s fine,” Eddie reassures him. “I just don’t want you to be cold, but I think all the car blankets are in the hamper to be washed.” He looks up at Buck. “Do you guys happen to sell hot chocolate or something?”

Buck shakes his head regretfully.

“No warm drinks,” he says, before pausing. “But uh, Chris can borrow my hoodie for the movie if he wants?” he gestures to where it’s draped over one of the stools tucked up against the inside of the counter. “I’m not using it right now. If that’s not weird.”

“Yes, please,” Chris says, not waiting for Eddie to answer. Buck waits anyway, until Eddie shrugs.

“If you don’t mind,” he says, “he will probably get sticky fingers all over it, just so you know.”

“It’s ok,” Buck laughs, “I have a washing machine.”

“Fancy,” Eddie teases, and Buck can’t help but flush.

He checks to make sure the pockets are empty before handing the hoodie over to Chris, who drapes it over himself like a blanket and sighs happily.

“You’re kind of a giant,” he says, grinning up at Buck. “It’s awesome.”

“Thanks, kid,” Buck says, pleased. “Enjoy your movie.”

When they drop the hoodie off after the movie, Eddie’s hand brushes his just slightly as he passes it over the counter, and Buck jumps as a spark of static electricity zaps them.

“Damn rugs,” he says sheepishly, holding the hoodie to his chest as if it will protect him.

“Thanks again,” Eddie says, giving him a small smile before ruffling Chris’ hair. “Say bye to Buck, Mijo.”

“Bye, Buck,” Chris dutifully responds, his attention still firmly on whatever he’s pulled up on Eddie’s phone.

Eddie just rolls his eyes fondly and gives Buck a little wave as he wheels Chris away.

Of course it’s the first Friday he and Taylor are working together in months that Eddie decides to show up alone.

“Hey, Buck,” he greets as he reaches the counter, giving him a soft smile before schooling his face as he turns to Taylor. “One for Kill Bill, please. And a beer, whatever’s cheapest.”

“No family tonight?” Taylor asks, the picture of innocence that he doesn’t believe for a moment.

“Chris and his mom are visiting her family,” Eddie says, speaking to Taylor but glancing over at Buck.

“You didn’t go with your wife?” Taylor asks, frowning slightly, ignoring Buck’s whispered Tay! of admonishment.

“Ex-wife,” Eddie says haltingly. “They definitely don’t want me there.”

“Ahh,” Taylor says, back to smiling at him sweetly. “That’s good to know. Right, Buck?”

“You’re a goddamn menace,” Buck says, just loudly enough that only she and Eddie can hear him.

“Relax,” Taylor says, rolling her eyes and looking between the two men. “I know your favorite customer isn’t interested in me. But someone had to ask about the whole wife thing, and it clearly wasn’t going to be you.”

“Chris is his favorite,” Eddie says, just as Buck is saying the same thing, and they share an amused laugh.

“Oh my god, you’re both so dumb,” Taylor says, taking a deep breath. “I’m taking my 15, Buckley. You can deal with the family of ten that just pulled up.”

Taylor walks off, leaving them alone with just a few moments before the other customers come in.

“I can have two favorites,” Buck says, handing Eddie his beer, and the bag of popcorn he definitely hadn’t ordered.

Eddie looks up at him as he takes the food, wide brown eyes set in a soft gaze, but can’t seem to find the words he wants to say. Instead, he just nods a thank you and all but flees, leaving Buck to wonder if maybe his crush isn’t so one-sided after all.

It’s a couple of weeks before Christmas the next time Buck sees him, and while Chris isn’t there, Eddie isn’t alone. Instead, he’s with a short but handsome Asian man and a gorgeous black bald woman. They eye him curiously as they clock his obvious staring, and Buck looks away with embarrassment.

“Hey,” Eddie says as they get to the counter. “You’re not usually on the register.”

“There’s some sort of stomach bug going around,” Buck says. “I’m the last concession man standing. So please have patience when I take twice as long to do anything.”

“No worries,” Eddie says softly, just as his friends join them.

“Friend of yours?” the man asks genially. The woman just watches them with curiosity.

“Buck,” Eddies says, gesturing to his friends. “This is Chim, and Hen. Friends from work.”

“Nice to meet you,” Buck says, exchanging friendly smiles before turning his attention back to Eddie. “I do miss Chris though. You should bring him next weekend, we’re doing all the Santa Clause movies.”

“I will,” he promises. “But I didn’t think Backdraft was the best choice for a kid who already thinks his dad is gonna get blown up at work half the time.”

“Statistically unlikely,” Hen says, patting Eddie on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” Chim agrees. “You’re way more likely to die of smoke inhalation or head trauma.”

Buck stares at them all with wide eyes before putting two and two together.

“Oh,” he says, “you’re firefighters!”

“Did I not mention that?” Eddie asks, seeming genuinely confused. “I swear I did.”

“Guess it didn’t come up,” Buck says, looking at Eddie’s toned form with fresh eyes. “But yeah, that makes a lot of sense.”

“You should talk,” Eddie says, blushing red and looking pointedly at Buck’s well-muscled arms.

“My god, Shannon wasn’t kidding,” Hen says with delight. “Come on Chim, let’s go get seats and let these two flirt in peace.”

They take off, leaving Buck and Eddie in the awkward atmosphere they created.

“I, uh,” Buck says, rubbing a hand behind his neck. “I wasn’t trying to flirt with the firefighter comment, sorry.”

“I think I was though?” Eddie says, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “I thought I was straight until a year ago, this is all still so damn difficult.”

“Oh,” Buck says, giving him a pleased grin. “In that case, I was definitely flirting. Feel free to continue figuring it all out in my general direction.”

“Ok,” Eddie laughs. “Maybe we can get a drink or something after Christmas? I’ll be working crazy shifts until then.”

“Absolutely,” Buck says, grabbing a piece of receipt paper and scribbling his number on it hurriedly. “Text me whenever.”

“Whenever?” Eddie teases.

“I refuse to be ashamed at how eager this makes me,” Buck says with an unrepentant grin. “Have you seen you?”

“Not if I can help it,” Eddie says glibly, “but I could look at you a little longer when you have the time.”

“I’ll see you next Friday,” Buck promises. “I’ll make sure to save Chris one of the reindeer popcorn buckets.”

Eddie gives him a devastatingly fond look before reaching over the counter and grabbing Buck’s wrist and squeezing it briefly before pulling away.

“Been thinking about those hands,” he confesses quietly.

He takes off before Buck can do more than gape in lustful silence, and he slowly slides to the floor to have a moment, not even the filthy carpet enough to distract him from the red-hot band on his wrist where Eddie’s hand had been.

Eddie doesn’t text, but true to his word, he shows up with Chris the following weekend to see the Santa Clause.

“Buck!” Chris calls, on his crutches this time, “I missed you!”

“Aw, bud,” Buck grins, “I missed you, too!”

Eddie pays for their tickets and snacks with a bored looking teenager who barely looks up from his phone, and them moves over to Buck’s counter to wait.

“Ok,” Buck says in a whisper to them. “You guys definitely can’t say anything about this one, ok? Because if they find the Keurig I snuck under the counter, they might actually fire me.”

“What did you do?” Eddie asks, laughing.

“Nothing you can prove,” Buck says, looking around furtively before handing them each a large covered to-go coffee cup.

Eddie takes them, pulling it up to his nose to sniff curiously.

“Hot chocolate?” he asks. “I thought you said you don’t sell hot drinks.”

“Yeah well,” Buck says, giving him a sappy smile. “It’s Christmas. You need cocoa at Christmas. And I’m sharing, not selling.”

“A loophole!” Chris says, grinning. “Nice.”

“Who taught you about loopholes?” Eddie asks, groaning.

“Tia Pepa,” Chris says, shrugging. “She taught me how to play poker, too.”

“Of course she did,” Eddie sighs.

“She sounds awesome,” Buck says, grinning.

“She is,” Eddie and Chris answer simultaneously.

“Go watch your movie,” Buck says, laughing softly, “adorable.”

“Merry Christmas, Buck,” Eddie says, “In case we don’t get to say it on the way out.”

“Merry Christmas,” Buck says, watching as Chris gets a few feet away before he speaks again. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he says, voice soft but deep.

Eddie ducks his head, and oh, Buck just knows he’s going to be addicted to making that sweet blush spread over his face.

“Soon,” he promises.

Buck can’t wait.

“Are you sure you don’t mind just hanging out here?” Eddie asks as he steps back and lets Buck into the house. “Chris is with his mom this weekend.”

“I’m just excited to see you outside of the theater” Buck says easily, “I don’t care where we hang out. And you’re exhausted from your shift, a bar would make that worse.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says gratefully. “I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to run back into the closet or anything.”

“I’m not worried,” Buck says, fidgeting as Eddie leads them to living-room where there are beers waiting on the coffee table.

“Then why are you so wiggly?” Eddie teases gently.

“Can I be honest?” Buck asks, stepping closer until Eddie’s calves are touching the front of the couch.

Eddie nods.

“Been thinking about getting my hands on you since Christmas,” Buck says, “it’s driving me a little bit crazy.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, swallowing loudly and looking up the short distance between them to meet Buck’s gaze. “Ok, then,” he says. “Touch me.”

Buck is on him in the next moment, tumbling them to the couch and sprawling over Eddie’s lap with zero hesitation, splaying one big hand across his clothed chest and tucking the other one around the back of Eddie’s head and leaning him up into a sweet kiss.

Eddie kisses back indulgently, letting Buck lead them and letting his brain turn to blissful goo as he does. He runs his hands under and up the back of Buck’s henley, tracing the strong muscles and wide shoulders under his fingers before running his nails lightly down Buck’s back, smirking against his mouth when Buck jerks against him and moans.

“Is it too soon to ask you to fuck me?” Eddie asks when Buck’s pulled away to breathe.

“Fucking hell,” Buck says, taking a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever you want, Eds, as long as you’re sure.”

“No real idea what I’m doing,” Eddie admits, “but I want you to show me, if you’re into it.”

“Show me your bedroom, then,” Buck says, sliding off Eddie’s lap and standing up, holding out a hand to him.

Eddie spares a moment to really take in the vision before him. Buck, flushed and flustered, and more than a little hard in his sinfully tight jeans, just waiting for him to take his hand.

Eddie does.

Time blurs as they lose their clothes and kiss some more, Eddie pinned deliciously under Buck as they lazily rut together.

“I’m not freaking out,” Eddie says with wonder, tugging at Buck’s curls to pull his head up from where he’s trying to bruise his entire neck with love-bites.

“Do you want to be freaking out?” Buck asks, amused. “I know I freaked out the first time another guy’s dick touched me. You can freak out if you want to.”

“Just thought I would,” Eddie says, “and I am nervous, but it’s a good kind of nervous I think.”

“I’ll make it good for you,” Buck promises. “Or we can do it the other way around this time, whatever you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Eddie repeats. “I’ve been dreaming about it for months.”

“You can’t build up my ego like that,” Buck laughs, “I’ll be insufferable.”

“Somehow,” Eddie says, reaching between them and circling Buck with a firm fist, his fingers just barely touching around, “I think your ego will be just fine either way.”

“Oh god,” Buck says, dropping his head down onto Eddie’s shoulder and fucking up into his hand. “You can’t keep touching me if you want me to be able to fuck you.”

“No stamina, Buckley?” Eddie teases, squeezing down on the base of Buck’s cock to relieve some of the pressure.

“You aren’t the only one who’s been dreaming of this,” Buck says, breathing heavily against Eddie’s throat.

“Condoms and lube are in the drawer,” Eddie says, “but you’re gonna have to let me move if we wanna grab them.”

“Mmm,” Buck agrees, “that’s a great plan. Love that plan.”

He pulls up onto his knees, dick long and heavy against his thigh, and Eddie thinks briefly that maybe he shouldn’t want all of that inside him, but his own dick very strongly disagrees.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Buck says, tracing his fingers lightly against Eddie’s erection, before pushing his thighs apart and dipping lower. “Fuck, can I eat you out first?”

“Might need to work up to that,” Eddie says apologetically. “It kind of freaks me out still.”

“Ok,” Buck says, easily. “Another day, if you want. Now, where’s that lube again?”

Having Buck’s fingers inside him doesn’t feel as weird as Eddie expected, and he tells Buck as much, laughing when Buck does and letting himself be drawn into a few long kisses.

“You really just have to relax,” Buck says, “lots of lube and let your body do the work. You’re doing great.”

“I don’t need a pep talk,” Eddie huffs, “I need you to… oh fuck. Yeah, do that again, whatever that was.”

“You’ve never hit your prostate before?” Buck asks. “Not even with toys?”

“Could never get the angle right,” Eddie says, gasping and clenching around Buck’s thick fingers as he rubs slowly but relentlessly. “You need to get in me before it’s too late, baby, please.”

“Baby?” Buck asks, satisfied smirk firmly in place.

“Baby,” Eddie whimpers, “sweetheart, darlin’, whatever you want to be called, as long as you get the fuck in me already.”

“I like Baby,” Buck says thoughtfully, before pausing to open and roll on a condom with the hand not currently inside Eddie.

Eddie would appreciate the multi-tasking prowess were he not losing his entire goddamn mind at the moment.

“Breathe normally,” Buck instructs, pulling his fingers out of Eddie and wiping them on the sheet to be dealt with later, before lining up the head of his cock in their place. “Bear down if you can.”

“This sounds like an instruction manual,” Eddie laughs, gasping as Buck pushes just past his rim. “It probably shouldn’t be so hot to me.”

“I can switch to porn dirty talk if you want,” Buck says dryly. He pushes in a few inches and has to take a moment to catch his breath. “Now I can’t say anything about how fucking tight you feel around me without it sounding like a line.”

“Sure you can,” Eddie says, digging his nails into Buck’s shoulders where he holds on. “Make me laugh, baby, before I do start to freak out.”

“Alright,” Buck says in an exaggerated drawl, “you’re so hot and tight around me, kitten. It feels so fucking good.”

“Kitten??” Eddie says, full out laughing as Buck slides the rest of the way in, locking his legs around Buck’s waist in a way that will definitely have him sore in the morning.

“You said make you laugh!” Buck says, moving shallowly as Eddie gets used to the feeling.

“Fuck,” Eddie moans, “you’re so big, how is all of that inside me right now?”

“Because you’re perfect,” Buck says dreamily as Eddie starts rocking up to meet his thrusts. “Goddamn fucking perfect, Eds.”

“Is it always this overwhelming?” Eddie asks quietly as they start to rock in earnest. “My skin feels like it’s electrified.”

Buck shakes his head and slows enough to kiss Eddie deeply until he’s relaxed again.

“You’ll adjust,” he promises. “It’ll be so good.”

“It is good,” Eddie says, “I just also feel like maybe my heart might burst out of my chest before I get to come.”

“Good thing I know CPR,” Buck laughs. “I’ll put it back.”

“That’s not how any of this works,” Eddie says breathlessly, reaching down between them to get a hand around himself. “Fuck me harder, I wanna feel it every time I sit down tomorrow.”

“Jesus Christ,” Buck says, rhythm stuttering. “You’re gonna kill me. Who will save you if you kill me?”

Eddie doesn’t answer, too lost in sensation to register the question, eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure, stripping himself roughly as Buck pounds into him with determination. Buck takes the opportunity to lean down and sink his teeth into the skin of Eddie’s outstretched throat, stopping just short of actually drawing blood. It’s enough to set Eddie off and he clamps down around Buck until it’s almost painful as he comes all over his own hand with a whimper. Buck grins and replaces Eddie’s fallen hand with his own, jerking the last of his orgasm from him just meanly enough that Eddie almost comes again from the pleasure-pain of it all.

Buck slows his thrusts to let Eddie adjust but he just shakes his head and squeezes his legs tighter around Buck.

“I like it,” he says, “keep going, it hurts so good, I swear.”

“We’re going to have so much fun,” Buck says, grinning as he starts to move again, Eddie welcoming every thrust with a broken little moan. “I’m never going to be able to work on Fridays again without a boner though, that’s going to be an issue.”

Eddie’s resulting laughter finally sends Buck over the edge and he all but collapses as he comes, filling the condom and pulsing weakly as Eddie squeezes around him.

“A+,” Eddie laughs as he catches his breath, once Buck has gotten rid of the condom and wrapped himself around Eddie like the cuddly octopus he is. “10 out of 10, would do again.”

“Maybe next time we’ll actually get a date in first,” Buck teases.

“You know,” Eddie drawls. “I know this great place that has $5 movie Fridays. Perfect place, really.”

“Imagine that,” Buck says, pressing a kiss onto Eddie’s chest. “It’s a date.”

The end.

#buddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie #evan buckley x eddie diaz #911 fic

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