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hesbuckcompton-baby · 1 year ago

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BAND OF BROTHERS TERROR AU. TELL ME. NOWWWW

OK!!!! I'm not going to put everything in here because I don't want this post to end up HUGE (EDIT: this post ended up massive anyway), so I'll talk about the main components and some stuff I like, and if people want me to go more in-depth and discuss other side characters I will.

Tagging people who commented on the original post in case y'all want to read @latibvles @fearlessjones

Herbert Sobel is the original captain of HMS Erebus - he is the Sir John Franklin figure, he's incompetent, and whilst many of his higher-ups know he is ultimately not suited to such an expedition, they let him lead anyway because they like him, and they hope he will finally get some glory amongst all his failure. However, perhaps his key flaw is his keen dislike for the captain of the HMS Terror, Richard Winters.

Ok, I KNOWWWW people are gonna think that Nixon would be a better fit for this role, because he arguably resembles Crozier much more, but WAIT. For those of you who haven't read the book, it is said that the HMS Erebus has absolutely NO alcohol in its stores because Franklin does not drink. If this is the case here too, and Lewis Nixon is stuck as Sobel's commander, this will send him insane over time. Nixon and Winters are very competent leaders, so for this AU to work I need to break them, and what better way than to weaken Nix from months of withdrawal at sea with Captain Fucking Sobel? Combine this with Winters refusal to indulge him with his own alcohol stores, and now there's a wedge driven between the two before they're even stranded.

But even so, Winters needs something that will impede his own leadership, and for him, I think that's his sense of responsibility for his men. Winters is always striving to find a solution that will cause the least amount of damage to his men - he wants them safe, and he doesn't care if they have to turn this ship around and head home to do it. But he can't. By the time they get stuck in the ice, there is no possible solution he can come up with that won't result in his men's suffering or even loss of life, and this leaves him jaded, wearing him down as the situation becomes even more dire and he has to watch more and more of his men killed by the cold, sickness, and the Tuunbaq. This will get to him, and it will impede his ability to think rationally.

Right, now for the Lieutenants. On HMS Terror, you have First Lieutenant Harry Welsh, Second Lieutenant Buck Compton, and Third Lieutenant Henry Jones. Whilst Welsh and Compton are very competent, much like their captain, Jones has risen through the ranks due to little more than wealth and connections. Whilst he could not purchase his commission, his family manage to pull the right strings, and now he's here with very little experience and absolutely NO respect from the men, already making way for the system of leadership to be undermined before things ever get serious.

On the HMS Erebus, Captain Sobel (And eventually Captain Nixon, once Sobel is killed) have First and Second Lieutenants Ronald Speirs and Carwood Lipton. These two are excellent in a crisis, and when the crew becomes despaired as Sobel's incompetency and Nixon's declining health as a result of his withdrawal, they are given the heavy burden of trying to raise morale and keep the men's trust as the situation grows ever more dire.

Chief Surgeon of the HMS Terror Eugene Roe has gotten a lotttt more than he bargained for with this expedition. Yes, he takes his job seriously, and yes, he came here to help people, but more than anything he just wanted to be a part of something real, to see the Passage with his own eyes and know he had helped to make a difference. But now his surgery is crammed with victims of the Tuunbaq and men displaying very unusual symptoms that he doesn't quite understand. He's losing sleep and he's losing hope, and he doesn't know quite how to cope with the knowledge that he isn't as good as he thought, and he truly cannot save these men.

Captain's Steward David Webster believes he's made for more than this. He's educated, no small feat when half the men on the Terror can scarcely even read, and he feels his skills are wasted running around after Captain Winters. But he comes from a high-ranking Naval family, and if he ever wants to make something of himself there's little option but to work his way through it unless he wants to be stuck doing this forever. As time passes, he begins to grow bitter at his position, which is why when Caulker Roy Cobb begins disparaging Winters' leadership, his words begin to make sense to Webster.

I've planned roles for all of the notable characters in BoB but I do not want to write a fucking novel on this post, so please let me know if you want to see more!

#bob terror au #band of brothers #the terror #the terror amc #dick winters #herbert sobel #lewis nixon #harry welsh #buck compton

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daincrediblegg · 1 year ago

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Truly devastating to want to jump into an AU for your canon x oc/si ship when you haven’t even scratched the surface of your main fic for them yet 😪

#lady terror/francis western au my beloved #with sufficient elements combined from ravenous deadwood red dead redemption and true detective #not to mention that fucking hozier song it will come back is fucking stuck in my head at all times #put me out of my misery man I can’t stand it #look I just want that sheriff crozier pining in a saloon #even going so far as to be taken upstairs by one of the girls there but stopping it all before it even starts bc he really needs *her* and #he knows it. pays up anyway and tips his hat respectfully as he goes #but he wouldn’t dare get his hopes up that a fine lady like miss sinclair would take up with an old cowboy like him #sofia didn’t and why should she she has so much ahead of her what with her exploits in her father’s business ventures #he’d just tie her down #except he’s wrong bc he’s shown himself capable of letting her be herself. trouser-wearing and all on their search for that band of outlaws #and suspected cannibals up in those mountains who have been pinning things on the natives that SHE knows and has befriended and wants to #protect from the law. and she’s damn crazy for putting the bounty out and for going along with him but SHE DOES #and she can take care of herself but neither does she want to be alone and she chose him #he’s one of the only people who sees that in her #I’m gonna go cry about it cranky frog style now ok goodnight everybody

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boilyerheid · 2 years ago

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For Those About To Rock: ch12

John's been buzzing all week - maybe even all month - about their three-night stop in New York.

It's not the sold-out shows that have him so excited, no - it's the prospect of seeing his best friend in the flesh for the first time since university.

Perhaps it's the drink, but he thinks he's finally hit something of a personal breakthrough… or at least can see his way to one from here.

He may not have directions, but he can see most of the map now. And Malcolm is, as he always was in their youth, his guiding star.

DANCING IN THE DARK

#the terror fic #metal au #FTAR #solving #joplittle #band au #I'm so mean to jirving and I'm not sorry

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azidoazide-art · 9 months ago

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doodle from the detective au (it's just an excuse to put them all in halfway formal clothes)

#i don't know what professional wear looks like and i never will <3 #oc art #tnts #maybe i'll write something legit for this AU someday #i have like. the very start of a story written but it's mostly me messing around #figuring out how to actually write with words again #i want to figure out how everyone's superpowers work in this universe #idk if all the band members would have powers but i know at least alex and alyssa would #fitz doesn't have any #and they're all like 30 in this setting #i feel like alex just makes more sense as a 30 year old. gives him more time to get tireder and scruffier #the night terrors were all in their late 20s in the very first story i tried to write with them so maybe that's why

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charliemack · 1 year ago

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POOR TASTE

Somerset House Ch5

Graham, Dundy, and George travel to Hepscoe Hall to have dinner with Graham's parents. If you think you know how bad it goes, you're wrong. By the end, the Teras have declared war Wherein we learn George Hodgson does not forgive, and he does not forget. CW for bullying targeted around food issues, and parents being horrible to their children. Should any of these things make you uncomfortable, this may be a chapter you want to skip.

Read it on A03

#the terror #the terror fanfic #band au #tell me friends #do you loathe graham's parents in this au?#if you don't you will #and you'll wish someone would blow up all of their weekend boats

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kommandonuovidiavoli · 5 months ago

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🧜‍♀️☠️🧜‍♀️☠️🧜‍♀️☠️

Three.. Sirens?

I love their designs so much I just had to!! These two would be good friends prey to The Weeping Siren!💙

These two belong to these amazing artists!

@kommandonuovidiavoli

@izzy-art-879

AU belongs to the silly moot @kandykatz 💙

#they could form a band #and give Carol the worst concert of her lifetime #did the weeping siren save her...?#could she save.... h e r?#night-day terrors au #kandykatz #artsygirl0315 #izzy-art-879 #universe mixes

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thisapplepielife · 1 month ago

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Written for @steddiebingo.

Slip Slidin' Away

Eddie reaches for his phone. It's buzzing against his thigh again. He's getting annoyed. His doorbell camera has been going apeshit for the last ten minutes, but every time he checks, nobody's out there.

Another notification, another annoyance, and this time he actually pulls up the recorded clip instead of just the live feed to see what kind of insect has survived the freeze just to terrorize him.

It's not a bug, though.

It's worse. It's a man, on a pair of ice skates, gliding up and down their frozen street.

What in the actual fuck? Is he crazy? This guy isn't even wearing a coat, but he glides into, and then out of view, on honest to god skates. In the street. Who the fuck is this dude?

Eddie watches the rest of that clip, then a couple more, before he puts his phone out of his reach, not picking it up again until it actually rings.

"It's too cold for band practice," Gareth says by way of hello, and well, no shit. None of them should be out in this weather. Especially not Eddie, he's a terrible driver under regular circumstances. On ice? Recipe for disaster, for sure.

"What gave it away, the solid sheet of ice or the freezing temperatures?"

"Asshole," Gareth laughs. "I'm just saying. Don't come slip slidin' away over here. You'll die."

"Speaking of slip slidin', Simon, there's a dude skating in the street outside the house," Eddie tells him. "He keeps setting off my doorbell cam."

"Like, hockey skating or figure skating?" Gareth asks, and fuck if Eddie knows?

"I don't know. He's got blades strapped to his feet and a death wish."

"Sounds familiar," Gareth says.

Eddie ignores him. He's crazy and reckless, but he's not skate in the street crazy. There's a difference, surely.

"He's not even wearing a coat. I'd at least wear a coat to my death."

"Because you're a delicate flower with no circulation."

Eddie laughs. He's not delicate, but he is cold-blooded to his core.

"How long is this ice storm supposed to last?" Eddie asks. He hates this kind of bitter cold.

"Three days, give or take."

Three days. He can handle three days without interacting with another human being.

Later, when he's laying in bed doom scrolling, he gets a text from Gareth:

Eddie opens the link, and it's definitely his street, and is the video of the skating guy. The other POV? He thinks that's the right term, but he wouldn't bet the farm on it. Either way, the account's name is Robin, and with a quick glance through her profile, he suspects she's the wife of Mr. Skates.

These must be his neighbors. He's done a pretty damn good job at avoiding meeting anyone, but here they are, on his phone. Small world.

She's razzing the shit out of him in the clip, and Eddie thinks she's not wrong. Dude's lucky he didn't catch a rock taller than the sheet of ice with his skate and eat shit.

He's gorgeous. It loops again, and again.

Eddie watches him lace up his skates, over and over, and hit the icy street, laughing the whole time.

Why is this video an hour long?

He lets it cycle through one more time, gives it a like and a favorite, and Eddie's not much for social media, or playing nice with neighbors, but he leaves a comment before overthinking it.

It's not until the next night, back in bed, his phone in his hand that he realizes there's a metric shit-ton of notifications waiting for him. Mainly likes on his comment and then a couple responses. This video must have blown up today. Which makes sense, if it was pushed into Gareth's feed for him to even see to send to Eddie, lots of other people must have gotten it, too.

His neighbors have responded, but were mainly just bantering with each other:

Well, now Eddie's embarrassed. Nice moves? He didn't realize this was gonna go public. Especially since this guy is good looking. Way to make a fool of yourself in front of the hot, new neighbor. Jesus H. Christ.

He really needs to think things through before he says — or types — them.

Oh well. He'll avoid them. That hasn't been hard to do so far, last night's assault on his camera, notwithstanding.

The next morning, Eddie's carefully tiptoeing outside to retrieve his mail, trying not to bust his ass on the ice that just will not melt, three days his fucking ass, when a yellow blur is zooming towards him. It comes to an abrupt stop, ice dust flying, right on the iced over pavement right in front of Eddie's mailbox. It's kinda impressive.

"You're Ed, right?" he asks.

"Eddie, yeah. Steve?" Eddie questions, and so much for not interacting. But the guy nods, giving him a bright smile. They shake hands, and now Eddie's met his neighbors. Anti-social streak over.

"That's me, I can't believe you saw our video from next door!"

Eddie doesn't think he needs to go into a bunch of details on how it was really Gareth whose algorithm got fed it, so he just nods along, "Small world, indeed."

"Robin is dying that it went kinda viral."

"Your wife?" Eddie asks, and Steve nearly falls off his skates laughing.

"No. No way. Best friend. Platonic with a capital P. Hetero life mates, except for the hetero part."

Eddie's ears definitely perk up at that.

"Well, I feel lucky to be on the non-hetero side of the street, then."

Steve grins, "Oh, you definitely lucked out. Mr. Hollins across the street is straight enough for the whole neighborhood."

Eddie doesn't know who that is, but laughs anyway.

Then has an idea:

"So, I have an important question," Eddie says, and Steve just looks at him, curious and expectant.

"Are those hockey skates or figure skates?"

Steve holds onto Eddie's mailbox and laughs, head tossed back, hair flying. It's perfect. He's perfect.

"Hockey, but that doesn't mean I don't have moves. I have moves for days. Don't you worry."

"Moves, you say? Well, let's see 'em, big boy."

Steve smiles, and pushes off into the street. Eddie ribbed him for no coat last night, and now here Eddie is, outside, no coat, freezing his ass off as he's demanding his cute neighbor skate for him.

He takes out his phone, and starts recording. Even he knows this will be a popular update to their little moment.

Steve skates backwards, crossing his legs over each other.

"Can you jump?" Eddie yells.

"It's not advised!" Steve yells back, "But, since when do I ever listen to advise! Waltz!"

He does a little jump, and lands on one foot skating backwards. Eddie hoots and hollers, and Steve takes a bow.

And that's it. He skates over and Eddie can't stop staring at him.

"You want to come in for coffee? Warm up?" Eddie offers, unwilling to let him just leave.

"Hell yeah, sure," Steve agrees, and Eddie watches him skate up the driveway, and then stop on the porch to take off his skates. He holds onto Eddie's shoulder to balance himself, and Eddie can feel his warm hand, fingers gripping his skin, through his shirt.

He wants those hands in other places.

Oh, he's in trouble. Big, big trouble.

Steve has on big, thick socks and looks so cozy in his sweater as he follows Eddie in the house.

"It's nice to have a good neighbor again. The last lady," Steve says, then gives two big thumbs down, blowing a raspberry.

Eddie laughs. He's never been considered the good neighbor before. Not with his shitty van, long hair and too loud music.

He starts a pot of coffee, and looks in the fridge. He has a few things, and he wants Steve to stay as long as possible. Eddie has some wooing to do.

"You hungry?"

"I could eat," Steve admits. "I can always eat. Hollow leg, all the sports will do that to you."

And Eddie starts fixing this hot guy, who's certainly way out of his league, no matter which sport, breakfast.

If you want to sign up for a future bingo event or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiebingo and follow along with the fun! 🧥

Notes: I saw a video of someone ice skating on the street, and their neighbor saw it and commented like, "Hey! That's my car in the background!"

Slip Slidin' Away is a Paul Simon song.

Hetero life mates is a Jay & Silent Bob reference.

#steddiebingo2025 #steddiebingo #prompt: coat #bingo event: 12 days of christmas #steddie #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie fan fic #steddie fic #stranger things #thisapplepielife: short fic #thisapplepielife: steddiebingo #gareth stranger things

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urhoneycombwitch · 10 months ago

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my baby puts his mouth on me

Eddie Munson x shy!Reader

foreword: okay this is kind of written as a bonus scene for i know what they call you bc that version of reader deals with being quiet, too! (not necessary to read that one first but does provide a bit of context as far as interpersonal setting.) sort-of AU that ignores most s4 events.

cw: discussions of college, shy!reader, oral + fingering (R receiving), R has breasts and a V, weed usage, softdom!Eddie, shifting POV a bit soz

wc: 2.2k

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Somewhere between Eddie’s late nights at band rehearsal and your early morning diner shifts, you’ve both been too exhausted to properly fuck when you do see each other, barely time for a spare handjob in the past week. You’re crawling out of your skin by the weekend, missing and craving Eddie in equal measure.

So when your Saturday off happens to line up with his, Eddie makes an afternoon of it- picnic lunch on the shore of Lover’s Lake, lazing around in the August sun while your food settles, then stripping down to your underclothes (even though the spot Eddie scored was totally isolated, you’re still leery about skinny dipping) and cooling off with a quick dip in the lake.

You’re both sprawled out in the blanketed back of Eddie’s van, sun-warmed bodies pressed together, legs dangling out of the open rear door; smoke hangs hazy in the air from the joint being shared.

“Almost end of summer,” Eddie says, nestling his nose into your neck, arms wrapping around your middle. He can’t look at you, dread unfurling in his stomach but needing to ask, to clear the air, to prepare in case this is one of the last times he gets to touch you like this- “Thinkin’ of going to any colleges?”

”Maybe.” One of your hands slides into Eddie’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp while the other lifts the joint to your lips for a long drag. “They love me at the diner and I make good tips, so I’ll prob’ly keep doing that. Can’t afford anything fancy, anyways- I’ll likely just go to Hawkins Community.”

You still haven’t told him the full story of the mall fire, yet- or about the underground world simmering beneath the surface. He never pushes you to share more than you’re comfortable, which you’re grateful for, but he knows something happened: something that paints your sleep with dark night terrors, something that causes you to slip in the middle of conversations, mind spiraling where he can’t follow.

For reasons you can’t fully explain to Eddie, college is real low on your priority list- you’ve dedicated this summer to reconnecting with base instincts (weed and Pretty Boy being at the top of the list).

Meanwhile, Eddie tries to still the vibrant thrum of his heart at the news of you staying local, possibly for the next few years; he lifts his head to press his lips against your collarbone. “You should go to college. Jus’ try it out, at least. You’re certainly smart enough.”

“Mmm-” you hum around the joint, another inhale-exhale of smoke before murmuring, “So are you. For the record. We could apply to be nerds together, if you want-”

With a sharp gasp, your sentence drops out of midair when Eddie kisses over your nipple, already peaking through the thin material of your bra. In his hair, your grip tightens, and Eddie groans.

In one fluid movement, he props himself into his elbows on either side of your torso, bottom half of his weight pinning you in place, plucking the smoldering joint from your grasp to dampen it into a nearby ashtray.

“Gonna be my little student,” Eddie says, wet kisses trailing down your neck, flash of teeth making you squirm. “Get you some academic… skirts. The ones with the pleats. Maybe some stockings…”

“You’re so- oh, fuck- dirty…” It’s hard to keep the admonishment in your voice as Eddie noses between your thighs, bumping at your clit through the thin cover of high-cut cotton.

“Mm-hmm.” He seems pleased with the already-visible wet patch, your core leaking steadily as he burrows deeper, until all his senses are blacked-out with nothing but the sharp tang of your honeyed arousal- who needs weed. He could get high off your smell alone.

Eddie suckles at your throbbing clit, purring encouragement low in his throat when your hips jolt forward. “And you love it."

He’s one deep inhale from being completely pussy-drunk, mouthing sloppily at the junction where thigh meets pelvis, nimble fingers toying at the band of your underwear. He slides them down and off your legs, and you let him, wiggling in anticipation against the pressure he’s keeping you pinned with.

“Could take an electrician course.” Well aware of how close to the wire this conversation is sliding, you let the crown of your head tip back, staring at the van’s ceiling, handfuls of the flannel floor blanket squeezed into fists as you try getting one last word in- “You’re good with your h- hands.”

Said hand is cupping your bare sex, warm and wide between the V of your legs, other hand pushing your thigh back to spread you wide, obscene and on display how Eddie likes; embarrassment blooms hot in your chest as he runs a finger through your folds, slick practically loud against the far-off backdrop of forest sounds.

“What was that about my hands?” He’s teasing now, can hear it in his voice even though you can’t see the lazy grin it’s paired with; a long middle finger breaches your entrance, wet warmth swallowing the length greedily.

Your eyes flutter shut, sighing. There will be a time for arguments again but right now, with a second finger addition and Eddie’s mouth working you up, there’s no room for speech.

On your end, at least- Eddie’s proven on multiple occasions to be a master at multitasking, talking you through it while managing your pleasure, and this afternoon is no exception. His fingers curl expertly into the gummy front wall of your cunt, mouth running every second it’s not latched on to your pulsing button, dirty talk smooth and easy in his low timbre.

“Yeah, honey, that’s it. Fuck, you’re so hot. Can feel you squeezin’ around my fingers, y’so tight, angel, shit… like that- there you go…”

Etcetera. Until he’s bullied his way completely into the cradle of your legs, lying flat on his stomach to get as close as possible; until your cunt is spasming around the push and pull of his fingers, wet dripping and pooling into his palm and down your ass to the blanket below.

There’s a familiar tightness coiling in your stomach, thighs bracing around Eddie’s ears in anticipation of the unraveling. A pleasure-soaked sob gets caught in your throat, dull whine escaping instead through clenched teeth, grip on the flannel doubling until your knuckles creak in protest.

“Hey.”

There’s a confusing lack of authority or command in Eddie’s voice; you sift through the brain fog of arousal, propping your weight up into your elbows to look down at him.

Eddie looks crazy. Debauched. Lips pink and spit-soaked, chin shimmering, pupils blown out with lust as he presses a chaste kiss to the wiry curls at your mound. “Kinda quiet up there. Everything okay?”

His thumb sweeps a comforting path up the soft skin of your thigh, the abrupt switch from animal to gentleness making your head swim. He’s still looking at you with those puppy-brown eyes, fingers still buried to the hilt but unmoving; you stammer out an excuse.

“Um- yeah. M’sorry. It’s just been awhile, since you’ve had me… like this.”

It’s the truth; over the last busy week in your lives, time has eroded some of what Eddie’s been working on building with you, bravery at making noise faded with the lessened practice time.

“No one else out here, ‘cept you and me, sweetheart.” Eddie’s coaxing his fingers back into steady rhythm, watching your face carefully for any signs of withholding. “Can make as much noise as you want. Lemme hear. Please?”

Usually, Eddie’s not so soft- a sharp crack of palm to ass, flesh jiggling as he draws all the noises he wants from you- but here, in the back of the van, heady weed and warm sun an intoxicating mixture as he asks you to melt for him.

You obey. Let the floor take your upper body’s weight again as you fuck yourself on his fingers, hips lifted and seeking release. His mouth seals over your clit again, tip of his tongue lashing quick and precise against it, frizz of his curls tickling the insides of your legs as he shakes his head.

The weed is certainly a help as trapped noises heave from your chest, mouth falling open, lax and pliant with moans. “Oh, my god, Eddie. Fuck. Holy shit. Hah- right there, please, don’t stop-”

As if he would. Eddie moans in tandem with you, his own hips chasing the maddening pressure of the floorboards against the hard jut of his cock, leaking through the front of his boxers as he adds a third finger, spurred on by the fountain of breathy words this pulls from you-

“Oh god, oh god- f-fuck- Eddie, Eddie Eddie Eddie-”

Your speech devolves into a mindless, babbling chant of his name. That coil pulls taut, has you crunching forward in a half sit-up, hands fisting at the roots of Eddie’s hair to hold him in place (perhaps harsher than you intend but based on the way his hips stutter and grind, you can safely hazard a guess that he’s into it).

The pattern breaks when he grazes his teeth against the pulsing nub in his mouth; you have just enough time to gasp out, “I- I’m coming, Eddie, shit, m’gonna come-” before the orgasm hits you full-force.

There isn’t room in your brain to hide all the noise that threatens to suffocate, so you let them all out, muscles tightening and flexing around every bright point of pleasure that he fucks you through. High-pitched whines, panting that wracks your lungs, a moan to top it all off that feels like it comes from your toes.

“Jesus christ.” Eddie swipes the back of his hand over his mouth, sounding wrecked himself as he climbs back over your body, silver chain necklace and dark curls swinging in front of your blissed-out face. “Fuck, princess. That was so hot.”

“Yeah?” Bashfulness hasn’t fully settled in yet, you’re still loopy from the force of your pleasure, arms slipping over the boy’s freckled shoulders as he leans down to kiss you.

His tongue has a bright tang of you, as you lick into his mouth, one hand leaving his shoulder to trail down his chest. Dark ink whorls beneath your fingertips as you reach the scratchy trail of hair just before his boxers-

“Shit.” Eddie hisses, forehead thunking into yours when you palm the hard length of him, precum soaking through the fabric, softness of your palm contrasting with the damp and rough drag of cotton. His long lashes tickle your cheek, eyes fluttering closed, soft exhale magnified by close proximity as he slowly pushes into your hand.

You’re mildly surprised he hasn’t come, yet- usually Eddie gets off on getting you off, then uses the rest of his energy to make you both come again, together.

What Eddie hasn’t told you yet is that he’s done some prep of his own, this week: every night you haven’t spent in his bed, his own spit-slicked fist has taken him right to the edge, stopping just short of coming with a choking grip at the base. The idea was to build up his stamina a bit, to take advantage of lonely evenings in service to a future you.

A very noble cause that is quickly being forgotten as your hand moves with more intent and pressure against his aching cock- the drug haze is almost enough to have him completely at your mercy, to tuck his nose into the curve of your neck and find sweet release by way of your pretty palm.

But he recovers. Get just enough distance from the warmth of you to clear his mind and snake his own hand down between your bodies to capture your twisting wrist.

The protest dies on your lips when Eddie brings your hand to his mouth, sucking your middle and index finger against the pad of his tongue, saturating your digits in spit.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do.” His eyes stay locked on yours, even as he guides your newly-wet fingers back down your bodies to rest atop your cunt. “You’re gonna touch yourself until you come. Again. And if I feel like you’re holding out on me with your noises, I’m gonna make it real difficult for you to make any noise. At all.”

A thrilling shiver races up your spine, goosebumps prickling in response to the shift in Eddie’s tone. His eyes flick to your lower lip, which he bites, unable to help himself, before following the path of your hand south.

There will be time for unwinding the past, for dreaming about the future. For now, there’s a boy between your legs and the feverish glow of summer calling your name.

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for more shy!Reader content: masterlist

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you

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staylovesmiley · 13 days ago

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Give Me Your TMI~ Chapter 10

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Yang Jeongin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; In a world where Humans and Hybrids should be living as equals, Hybrids are still viewed as being closer to their animalistic side than their humanistic. Deep in the woods lives a band of misfit hybrids who reject these societal views and keep to themselves, choosing to live away from humans. What happens when the youngest of this rogue group meets a lost Human girl, befriending her after an incident where he must rely on her for help?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; hybrid!au, female!reader, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, she/her pronouns used for reader, this is very loosely based off the overall themes/tones of the manga and anime fruits basket~

“Hyunjin!”

Cold, he was so cold, lying in the snow as Jason stood above him kicking at his side with full force. You were watching from the stairs in horror, tears spilling down your cheeks and he groaned, opening his mouth to call out to you to go inside but nothing came out. He was frozen, paralyzed as Jason ended his assault on his ribcage to stalk towards you and begin pulling you away from the cabin as you struggled against him.

Hyunjin tried desperately to move, to get back up and help you get away but he couldn’t. The hybrid was forced to lay there and watch in complete terror as you disappeared into the woods with your screams echoing around the small clearing of your home like knives stabbing him through the chest.

He woke with his chest heaving, limbs scrambling around frantically as his head whipped around as if trying to find something. Warm, he was so warm sweat was slipping down his neck and he felt as if no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t quite catch his breath. The ferret let out a little whimper, a nightmare. It was just a nightmare. Hyunjin reached up to run a hand through his hair but instead his fingers brushed over the soft roots that had been left behind from where you had cut it for him almost a week earlier. He sniffled a bit, attempting to calm down but the urge to seek you out and make sure that you were fine took over and before he knew it Hyunjin was up on his feet and heading down the stairs as quietly as he could to your’s and Jeongin’s room. Slowly he pushed the door open and peeked in to see the two lumps so close under the covers that they practically melted into one. He took a deep breath before making his way inside and over to where you were curled into the fox hybrid’s chest sleeping contently. You were okay, you were safe…relief flooded through him and he couldn’t hold back the low whine that slipped from him as the weightless feeling. “Hyune?”

Slowly your eyes fluttered open, rolling over to face him as Jeongin’s arms naturally shifted to wrap protectively around your waist and pull you against his chest in his sleep. “What’s wrong, Hyunnie?” You whispered, reaching out for the ferret with both hands. He didn’t hesitate to take them into his own, tears welling up in his eyes as the memories from his sleep crept up inside his mind once again and fear began taking over. “I-I had a bad dream…” You frowned, immediately lifting up the blankets and ushering him to join you. Hyunjin sniffled as he wiped at his eyes before slipping into bed beside you. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked softly, a hand coming up to cup his cheek gently. “No…j-just wanna be close to you.” He said with another sniffle. You smiled at him with so much warmth he felt he may begin to cry again, pulling him close to you as he had asked with one arm wrapped around his waist and the other cradling his head as you ran your fingers through his shortly cropped hair brushing against his fuzzy ears gently ever few passes. With your nails lightly scratching and massaging his scalp and your heartbeat sounding steadily in the quiet of the night to his sensitive hybrid ears he was able to drift back to sleep easily.

That’s how your nights went from there on out, and little by little the others began joining in as well. Around the same time Hyunjin started crawling into bed with you and Jeongin each night, Felix and Minho started to have nightmares of the situation they walked in on that night in the kitchen ending very differently with you the one lying in a pool of your own blood on the floor with your mother the one wielding the kitchen knife. After the cats it was Jisung, then Changbin- and by that time Chan had intervened and insisted that you all start sleeping together in his room as the bed was much larger and would fit you all more comfortably. After that Seungmin joined as he felt so alone being the only one still upstairs.

Seungmin…things had been off with him lately, ever since the other hybrids noticed your bond with Chan.

The hybrid would cling to you at random times of the day. You would be in the kitchen prepping for dinner and you would feel his arms wrap around your waist snuggly and his cheek press against your shoulder, maybe you were lounging in the couch reading a book and he would come and curl up at your side and allow you to run your fingers through his hair and over his soft floppy brown ears, or perhaps you were all getting ready for bed and finding your position on the large mattress when he would take to your side like a magnet and snuggle so close his nose brushed against the column of your bare neck. It would all end the same way though…after a few moments of peace Seungmin would tense and his eyes would fly open before suddenly he was bolting out of the room or to the far end of the bed, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible and causing confusion and hurt to flood your mind.

You were starting to worry about having made him uncomfortable in some way, often seeking solace in the arms of your mates as you tried not to get too upset over the third canine’s behavior towards you. It was like it was much different than before, but you had thought you were making some progress with him and now it felt like you were back to square one.

But thankfully your mind was taken off Seungmin’s avoidance by the change of the seasons. The snow had long melted and print was finally settling into your cozy little home. You began helping out more in the gardens as there was a lot to get prepared for growing your own produce again after winter was fully behind you. It also helped put the ferret hybrid at ease keeping you close by after the nightmares that still persisted even after switching to sharing a bed with you every night. You also continued to go into town with Changbin, helping sell Hyunjin’s paintings and getting any little supplies you needed like seedlings and fertilizer for the garden.

It was on one of these trips that you decided to visit the little post office in town to see if you had received any word back from your sister and to your surprise she had written back. You tried to contain the excitement you felt the rest of your time in town and the moment you returned to the cabin you rushed to the living room with Changbin chuckling behind you, amused by your haste to read over the letter. You sat curled up with your knees pulled to your chest as you carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the pale blue stationary your sister had used to write you.

‘ Dear sister,

So many things have changed since you left us. I am sorry to hear of your husband abandoning you, especially to hear that it was our mother who had a hand in the undoing of your betrothal. Father did not seem all that phased by the news, however, as he is already set to be wed to Ruth in the late spring.

Speaking of betrothals, I have splendid news to share! I have spent the time since you have left us being courted by a gentleman by the name Elijah and I have been promised to marry him once I am of age. He treats me very kindly and I hope you may send me your prayers and happiness as I feel like he is a good match for me and makes me feel unbelievably loved and cherished.’

You couldn’t help but smile, tearing up a bit at the idea of your beloved little sister finding happiness in what could be such a cruel environment. You wipe at your eyes gently before continuing with the rest of the letter.

‘While I am writing to you, I feel I must inform you of something very strange that has been happening as of late here at home. Almost once every few weeks there is a strange woman dressed in a suit who comes to call upon you. I am not sure why she seems so determined to see you, but the last time she was here I overheard father telling her that you had passed on. I’m not sure why he would feel the need to lie to the woman, or what trouble you may have gotten yourself into for someone to be looking for you so diligently, but may my prayers be with you that all is well. I hope to hear from you soon, as your first letter warmed my heart despite the sadness you wrote of, it has been so long since I have seen you and I miss you dearly, we all do.

Your loving sister,

Esther.’

You felt your blood run cold, face going pale as you reread the last part of the letter over and over until you felt your eyes going cross. “Pretty? Is everything okay?…” Jeongin asked cautiously, coming up behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder. You startled slightly before placing a hand over his own. “Oh- Innie, it’s just you…um- it’s a letter from my sister.” At the mention of your family the rest of the hybrids who happened to be within earshot crowded around you anxiously waiting to hear if the story you had sold to your sister had been bought. “And? Did she say anything about what you wrote about?” Felix asked as he huddled close to his fellow cat hybrid, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “They didn’t even question it…papa is already engaged to marry a new wife and life is moving on-“

Chan frowned, kneeling in front of you as he could sense something was worrying you still. “Then why do you seem so on edge, pretty?” You sighed shakily, setting the letter down on the table beside the couch before taking his hands in your own. “Esther said there is a woman looking for me…so much that father had to tell her I was dead to get her to leave.” The room felt tense as everyone shared a worried look and a low growl came from beside you causing your head to whip to the side to see Seungmin staring at where Chan’s hands were still held tightly in your own. “Minnie-“ You did realize that you had started crying from the stress until the beagle reached out and wiped gently at your ears. His face was so close to your own that you could feel is warm breath fanning over your own. “Dude what the fuck-“ Jeongin huffed from your other side, his words seemingly snapping the other canine out of it and he quickly retreated back to the far end of the couch allowing Chan to take the seat he once occupied. You were momentarily stunned by the hybrid’s actions until the scents of your mated partners surrounded you fully and your mind slowly felt at ease. After giving you a moment the oldest hybrid spoke up “Everything is gonna be okay, pretty. You said that they bought the story? No one questioned anything right?” You nodded, sniffling a bit as you leaned into Chan’s chest as Jeongin ran his fingers through your hair. “Yeah it’s just- why is someone looking for me? Who is looking for me? What do they want-“ Jeongin gently placed a kiss to the mark he left on your neck, instantly causing your mind to go fuzzy and your body to go lax against the older. Another growl erupted from where Seungmin was sitting now a few feet away and all eyes fell on him mixed with confusion and a bit of judgment. “Puppy seriously what is going on with you? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you-“ Before Minho could finish his sentence Seungmin was up and bolting out of the living room to hide somewhere in the house like he normally did when his clingy or possessive behavior towards you was pointed out to him.

You pouted, looking over to the older cat hybrid questioningly as you urged him with your eyes to continue. Minho only smirked as he leaned over to whisper into Felix’s ear. The younger hybrid giggled, shaking his head as he got up and left the room with Jisung and Hyunjin in tow. Changbin also rose from his spot by the fireplace, giving you a soft kiss to the top of your head as he left the room to most likely finish up the laundry he had started before going to town with you earlier. Jeongin pulled you close to his chest, peppering kisses over your face as Chan rose to join Minho in the kitchen to talk while working on dinner.

“My pretty girl…I know you’re scared right now but everything is gonna be okay. You have us here to keep you safe.” Jeongin whispered sweetly in your ear and you nodded in understanding, letting his scent wash over you and help ease your nerves as he nuzzled against your neck gently. “I know I do. I feel safe with you all here but- after last time…what if all I do is put you all in danger?” You said shakily, trembling in his embrace as you pulled away to meet his eyes with your own. The fox hybrid shook his head immediately, hands cupping your cheeks as he rested his forehead against your own. “No no no, none of that. You are not a danger to us, pretty. You have been one of the best things to ever happen to us, to me.” You couldn’t help but tear up once again, letting out a little whimper as your leaned in to brush your nose against his before taking a deep, shuttering breath. “I just love you so much, innie…if anything happened to you, especially because of me, I don’t know if I’d be able to live with myself.” The hybrid stilled at your words, ears standing tall and it’s like time froze as you came to realize what you just said. “You…you love me?” He whispered, looking at you so intensely with his normally soft brown eyes deepening as he stared at you adoringly. “Yeah I-…I really do. I know I couldn’t say it before but- I am so in love with you, Jeongin….my mr. fox.” His smile was so bright that the dimples in his cheeks were like craters, pulling you into his arms so tight you felt the wind knocked out of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you clung to him almost desperately. “Even if you do bring danger our way…I’d face it all for you. I’d do anything for you.” You sniffled, burying your face in the crook of his neck to inhale more of his calming scent. “Whatever is coming- whatever reason that woman is looking for you…we will face it together, yeah? Because I love you too.” Jeongin said confidently, and you knew there was no room left to argue with him so you allowed yourself to relax against his chest as his heartbeat rang in your ears over the sound of Chan and Minho cooking behind you in the kitchen.

As time went on and the crisp air of spring woke you each morning with a gentle layer of dew and a light shower each afternoon almost like clockwork, your worries of the woman from your sister’s letter faded to the back of your mind. The first harvest from your garden was a generous one and you could help but run inside the house with a basket full of fresh vegetables hugged tightly to your chest, almost running straight into Minho as he was about to step out from the kitchen you were entering. “Oh- pretty! I was just coming to get you and see how you and hyunjin were doing.” You couldn’t contain your excitement, bouncing lightly on the heels of your feet as you held the produce out to him proudly. “Look! Everything we planted did so well thanks to all the rain!! Do you think we could maybe grill some of these to have with dinner tonight? I think the zucchinis will go really nicely on the grill.” You beamed up at the cat hybrid and he couldn’t help but smile back as he ran a hand through your hair fondly. “I think that would be nice, jagi. You did so well helping Jinnie I’m afraid he might steal my best sous chef from right under me.” You giggled, setting the basket by the sink to rinse your harvest as you felt the ferret in question snake his arms around your waist from behind and rest his chin atop your head. “Oh I could never do that, hyung. We all enjoy her cooking too much to fully take her away from the kitchen.” He cooed, kissing the top of your head before heading to the bathroom to wash up from all the sweat that had gathered on his skin from the rapidly warming weather outside.

“Hey pretty, do you think you could head into town with me to pick up the payment from Jinnie’s last few sales on some of his paintings?” Changbin asked as he came into the kitchen while tucking his ears securely under his bucket hat, the weather having gotten a bit too hot for his beanie he wore during the winter months. “Yeah! Let me just put these veggies aside for dinner later and we can head out.” You answered with a smile, gently patting the produce down before laying them out carefully on the counter for Minho to work with later. As soon as you were finished you met the bunny hybrid outside and began your ride down the mountain. After countless trips with Changbin you still never thought you’d get used to the feeling of flying down the road with your arms around tightly around his waist. The only part that got more bearable was the icy cold wind was now replaced with a gentle cool breeze, the winter chill no longer cutting into your skin and leaving you with flushed cheeks and a bright red nose.

Once you came to a stop in front of the shop you normally sold Hyunjin’s artwork you hopped off and waited patiently for Changbin to lock the bike up in the rack before following him into the store. “Ah! There you are. Come in, come in! I have the money from the last few sales set aside for you here.” The shopkeeper said enthusiastically as soon as she saw the two of you enter. You both gave her a kind smile as you made your way up to the cash register to collect the payments. Changbin chatted with her casually as you began to wander, like you tended to on your visits to town, walking down the isles slowly as you looked at anything that happened to catch your eye.

While alone you feel a presence approaching from behind, assuming it’s just your hybrid companion you turn around to greet him only to bet met with a woman dressed in dark grey dress pants and a pale yellow blouse. “Miss y/l/n?” You startle, eyes wide as you contemplate whether to run or respond to the woman. She beats you to it, giving you a smile before holding her hand out towards you. “My name is Mrs Lewis. I’m so glad I was finally able to track you down! You see, I am your grandfather’s executor you see-“ You shake her hand politely, still on edge as you glance behind her in hopes that Changbin will finish talking with the shopkeeper and come to find you. “I have some things I need to discuss with you…do you think we could go to the diner a few doors down to talk more privately?” She seems to be telling the truth, and you can’t lie that you aren’t interested in what she has to say after mentioning your grandfather who you had been close with prior to his passing. “I- um…okay. Just- I need to tell my friend where I am going first.” You inform her softly, giving her a little bow before quickly making your way back to Changbin’s side. “Binnie- um…I have to go into another shop to check something out for a while. Do you think you’ll be okay on your own?” The hybrid gives you a questioning look but doesn’t push the matter, nodding with his usually charming smile. “Yeah that’s fine! I told the shopkeeper I’d help her with some heavy boxes in the back she got from delivery so I’ll be here when you’re done.” You nodded and gave a gentle kiss to his cheek before heading out to see the woman, Mrs. Lewis, waiting for you on the sidewalk. “Wonderful! I was afraid I had scared you off earlier. Come on, let’s make this quick so we don’t leave your friend waiting for too long.” She said with such a bright smile you couldn’t help but relax a bit more while following her to the diner she had mentioned.

You were in shock, to say the least. As you had assumed from the moment you met her, Mrs. Lewis had been the woman from your sister’s letter and despite all your worrying nothing could have prepared you for the news she had brought you. When your grandfather had past he left everything to you, and everything turned out to be much more than you ever could have imagined. You were aware that before joining to commune you had been raised in that your family came from wealth, but your parents never really disclosed how much wealth that was. In inheriting all of your grandfather’s assets you were now unbelievably wealthy, practically a millionaire, and the news didn’t stop at just acquiring a vast amount of money. You also inherited his home far out in the countryside, coincidentally enough atop another mountain much more secluded than the one you currently occupied. Mrs. Lewis had explained to you that it all belonged to you, had you sign some documents to formally move everything into your name, and told you that the property was yours to do with whatever you desired, as well as all of his accounts and businesses now being transferred into your name. As you walked back up the mountain with Changbin by your side he noticed how uncharacteristically quiet you were, mind whirring a mile a minute over what to do with the information you had been given, or how to bring it up to the hybrids that you now had the opportunity to move to a place that could potentially be even safer for you all along with the security your grandfather’s wealth would provide.

As you made it into the clearing and your little cabin came into view you felt your stomach drop due to the anxiety….what were you going to do?

author’s note; gosh guys idk how to tell you this…but this series will be coming to an end soon- I’m not sure exactly how many more chapters but there will be at least three more, maybe four, as well as an epilogue. I am forever grateful for all the love you have given to gmytmi and I hope you all will still support me going forward with my other works both current and any new series I may start up~

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