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sednas · 2 years

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[HOW'S THE TASTE?] — geto, gojo

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pairing: dom!geto x brat!gojo x sub!fem!reader

tw: NSFW, threesome, oral (f receiving), beware the bisexuals 👹

geto never really considered himself being a lucky man, his whole life was made by disastrous events and dark and twisted thoughts occurring in his mind at midnight. was he completely healed of his past? probably not, some chains were still wrapped loosely around his ankles and wrists, but he was now learning how to walk with them. sometimes the incessant sounds of those chains dragging on the ground behind him became too loud and he needed to clear his head, to focus on something in order to ignore those ghosts creeping on his shoulders.

and it's during these times that he thinks that perhaps, luck has crept into the pages of his story. maybe those chains are just a small price to pay for having two beautiful puppies like you and gojo at his feet.

“faster.” he orders, getting more comfortable in his seat.

gojo grunts, his two fingers circling faster around your little clit while feeling your hands rubbing him faster too. your two bodies are glistening with sweat, you're both panting, hungry eyes devouring each other's gaze. the air is almost steamy, heavy with lust and desperation. a loud whine echoes in the room when you feel gojo's finger slowly making its way in your drenched pussy, slipping so easily inside, making your head fall back on your shoulder. all of this under the dark gaze of geto, relishing in the sight.

“fuck… you're just going to stay here or what suguru?” gojo breathes out, his cheeks flushed with a pink blush.

your eyes are pleading him to come too, but you know better. the dark haired man smirks, his eyes falling on yours.

“always the same who's complaining uh?”

the most powerful sorcerer has always been difficult to bend, his smirk adorning his pale face and that glint in his blue eyes that nobody ever seen except you and geto. that confidence is just here so geto can break it, they both love that game, and you can't really tell if geto always wins or if gojo always let him win. either way, you always end up with one of them buried inside you.

goosebumps of excitation run through your body when you see geto standing up, slowly walking towards the bed. gojo wears a confident smile, his finger still torturing your pussy at a slow pace.

“I don't think you've been good enough to deserve her touch.”

gojo whines as geto pulls his hair, his thumb grazing the soft skin of his cheek and you feel his cock twitch in your hands. just when his lips are about to touch his, geto turns his head towards you, still holding gojo's face.

“lay back pretty girl. we're going to take care of you.”

shivers run down your spine as you nod, slowly letting yourself fall on the soft covers, your head resting on a comfortable pillow.

“since you can't keep your mouth shut, why don't you use it for good?” geto rhetorically asks, his thumb softly caressing the bottom lip of the white haired man.

he smoothly guided him between your legs, as you felt his hot breath fanning over your sex.

“is this supposed to be a punishment?” gojo playfully asks.

he doesn't have the time to add anything else as geto pushes his head towards your heat, the sorcerer immediately moaning at the taste on his tongue, willingly opening his mouth to have more of your sweet pussy. they both smile after hearing your cute whimpers, your hand making its way through his white hair, pulling at them every time his nose brushes your clit. you're practically sure he's eating you out for his own pleasure, whimpering against your skin and lapping at your juices as if it was the best thing he ever tasted.

“does he make you feel good angel?” geto whispers into your ear, his body close to yours, his hand softly squeezing your chest and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

no matter what can happen, you will always be their weaknesses.

your hips buck against gojo's face when geto pulls you in for a kiss, both of their tongues making you moan. with the way he's controlling the kiss, you don't feel his hand sliding down your body. you only feel it when he roughly pinches your clit, your whine muffled by his own mouth while gojo is smiling mischievously. they are both working perfectly together, geto's finger slowly working on your clit while gojo is licking you as if his life is depending on it.

“do you want us to make you cum pretty?” geto asked you, his mouth trailing hot kisses along your jawline.

gojo whined at the same time as you, feeling your thighs squeezing his head, your whines getting louder as you tried to say yes.

“why don't you beg us then?” gojo ordered, just before languidly trailing his tongue up and down your pussy.

geto hums in approbation, and soon enough the room is filled with your pleas, your body trembling in the hands of the two men.

“alright darling, go on, make a mess for us.” geto finally said, gojo greedily nodding at his words while repeatedly entering his tongue inside your wet entrance.

the dark haired pushes his two fingers a little bit deeper into your flesh, accelerating his movement around your clit.

”I want you to look into his eyes when you cum.” he ordered, his other hand slightly gripping your hair, forcing you to keep your head raised.

you obey, your eyes diving into the blue ones of gojo, his intense gaze fixed on you as he is fucking you with his tongue.

”delicious, as always.” the most powerful sorcerer answers, his big hands lovingly caressing your waist as you're slowly coming down from your high.

you cry out the white haired man's name as you cum, just before shakily whispering geto's name, your eyes raising to look at him through your lashes. gojo wears a greedy smile, getting on top of you just next to geto, who raised an eyebrow at him.

"how's the taste?"

“gimme a taste.”

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huggingkoalas · 4 months

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heated tensions

pairings professor!vanessa shelly x fem!student!reader

synopsis after encountering one of your professors, professor vanessa shelly, by chance at the club, the both of you drink together at the bar. you go over to her place afterwards for some ‘private time’.

word count 1.8k

warnings smut, pet names, degradation, cursing, oral sex, top!vanessa, bottom!reader, teacher-student relationship

author’s note less use of ‘flowery’ language this time, i tried to be more quick with the writing but still ended with 1k words D: will probably be on hiatus for abit because of work and family issues </3

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It was a seedy bar, barely on the cusp of legality. You let out a series of coughs at the reeking smell of sweat and sex. You had heard from your friends that there was a lesbian bar near your dorm. You were a sophomore at the University of Utah and haven’t had any luck getting a relationship with anyone at the university so far. You were a closeted bisexual, so you decided to try the lesbian bar instead of a normal one.

You were disappointed by the lack of choices for the evening. The attractive ones looked like they were taken, and there were others you could not picture being with. You sighed, sipping on your glass of rum and coke.

You knew that you shouldn’t be so picky, it had been over a year since you’d had sex. You were so busy with your studies that you didn’t have time to have a social life. Your fingers and toys worked occasionally, but only for awhile, and you wanted some real company. Toying with your drink, you decided to give it five more minutes, and if no one remotely attractive arrived, you’d go home.

The five minutes went faster than you had hoped, so quickly that you decided to give yourself another five and then another. Letting out a ‘tsk’, you drank the last of your rum and coke and stood up. You quickly cast a desperate eye towards the door.

And that was when a familiar figure walked in. Your eyes widened as you realized that it was your writing and rhetoric studies professor, Professor Vanessa Shelly. The surprise of seeing her in such a setting made you freeze for a moment, but curiosity got the better of you.

Vanessa’s gaze roamed the bar and landed on you. She approached you, weaving through the dancing crowd to reach the service bar. “Hello, Ms. L/N.” She called out above the music.

You took a shaky breath. “Oh, good evening Professor Shelly! It’s... Uh, it’s not what it looks like.” You stammered, a faint blush colouring your cheeks. “I’m just here for a drink. I’m not into women.”

She chuckled, trying to put you at ease. “No need to explain. We’re not in university, you can call me Vanessa. Why don’t I get you a drink?”

The both of you navigated your way through the bar, settling into a quieter corner where you could converse without shouting over the music. You let your gaze roam her outfit, realizing that she was still in her work clothes. You admired how her grey pantsuit hugged her body. and that blue tie she wore. You had always thought your professor was attractive, especially when she wore a tie. You had never thought that she might also be gay. Why else would she be in a lesbian bar?

After a moment, a lively individual with a charismatic smile approached us. “What can I get you two?” The bartender asked.

You glanced at Vanessa, giving her the opportunity to choose first. She pondered for a moment before deciding on something simple. “A shot of vodka, please.”

The bartender nodded, turning his attention to you. “And for you?”

You offered a smile. “I’ll go with a rum and coke, thanks.”

While waiting for the drinks, you could see Vanessa cast worried looks at the people around the bar. Was she nervous that someone would recognize the both of you? Your thoughts were interrupted when your drinks came. You raised your glass to your lips, appreciating the familiar comfort it offered. Vanessa downed her shot of vodka, letting out a hum at the taste.

You asked her nervously. “And what about you, Vanessa? What’re you doing here? I never expected to see a professor here.”

With a smirk, Vanessa placed down her glass. “Unlike you, Ms. L/N, I’m gay.”

“Oh.” You replied, her cheeks turning a light shade of red.

She reached her hand across the table and placed it gently on yours. You didn’t react by snatching your hand away, but your gaze did shift nervously away from hers.

“You’re not here for a drink, are you? You’re gay.” Vanessa said carefully.

“I... Well, you’re correct. I’m here because I’m gay.” Your gaze fell to her hand holding yours. “I feel so disgusting, though. I can’t help it, it’s just the way women look - they do something to me. I know it's wrong to feel like this.”

Vanessa stroked her thumb against the back of your hand and tried to speak encouragingly. “It’s not disgusting. Some women like men, while others like other women. Neither is right or wrong.”

“Thanks, Vanessa.” Your hand that wasn’t holding her hand lifted to wipe away a tear. “I wish I could be like you. To have no restrictions on sexuality.”

Vanessa’s eyebrows rose. You could see that she was taking time to think about her following words. “Why don’t we go to my place? We can talk further in private.”

“I... I’d like that.” You smiled. You downed the last sip of your rum and coke. You wondered if she knew if going back to her place was another way of saying ‘to go back to her place to fuck’.

Vanessa switched on the light in her apartment and turned to you. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She went over to a counter beside the television. A vinyl recorder sat atop the counter. She sifted through a box full of vinyl, choosing the perfect record for the setting. Finally taking her pick and placing the vinyl on the recorder, soft, soothing music began to play from the instrument.

She went to her kitchen to grab a wine bottle and a pair of wine glasses. She joined you on the couch, placing them on the coffee table. She poured the wine into the two glasses, the red liquid reminding you of the colour of her lipstick.

Raising both of your glasses, Vanessa exclaimed. “Cheers.”

“Thank you, Vanessa.” The both of you clinked your glasses.

The both of you sat drinking on their glasses of wine for a couple of minutes. You recognized that the music playing on the vinyl recorder was a classic song you favoured. Vanessa placed down her glass and stood up, extending a hand to you. “Wanna dance?”

“N-Now? Here?” You were stunned. You exhaled nervously, taking Vanessa’s hand to pull yourself up. "Alright.”

Vanessa danced energetically. It took you time to ease your shyness to dance as energetically as her. The both of you threw themselves around the room like two hyper-high school teenagers, laughter dancing in the air. You laughed as you walked over to take another sip of your drink. She walked over to the vinyl recorder and replaced the album with a more upbeat one. She sauntered back to you, her hips swaying as she danced to the song. You stayed still for a second, admiring how her body looked as she danced.

“Come on,” Vanessa called, beckoning you with a finger and a wink.

You put down your drink, walking over to join her. While the both of you were dancing separately before, she was moving closer to you, so much so that your body was almost touching hers. You smiled as you looked up at her, and she beamed back. Vanessa reached behind you and pulled you towards her.

“V-Vanessa-” You stuttered.

Vanessa’s smile turned into a smirk. She leaned forward, closing her lips onto you. Your lips melted on hers, your lips opening to give her tongue permission to roam your mouth. Realizing what was happening, you pulled back in shock, your cheeks reddening.

“I-I’m sorry.” Vanessa apologized, unwrapping her hands from your waist.

“I-I should be the one apologizing, it’s me. I’m not ready.” You smiled weakly, “I’m attracted to you, but you're my professor, and-”

Vanessa gave you a quick peck on the lips, shutting you up. “I know, but we’ll figure something out, alright?”

Speechless, you nodded. Vanessa wrapped her arms around your waist, and you wrapped your arms around her shoulder. This time, you were the one to initiate the kiss. You deepened the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip in favour. As the both of you kissed, Vanessa couldn’t help but move her hands from your waist to your butt, squeezing it lightly.

Your hands went to the buttons on her pantsuit, unbuttoning them. She broke the kiss, looking at you with raised eyebrows. “Are you sure about this?”

You nodded. “Yes, please-” Vanessa grinned and laid a trail of kisses around your neck, her hands sliding underneath your shirt. She was surprised to feel nothing but bare flesh, squeezing your breasts.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Vanessa whispered. You grabbed the hem of your shirt, taking it off in reply to her question.

“Are you going to punish me, Professor Shelly?” you teased, calling her by her professional term.

The music had stopped long ago, but the two of you were too entranced by each other. Vanessa grabbed your hands, pulling you over to her bedroom. She pushed you onto her bed, your back hitting the soft mattress. You pushed yourself back until your back hit the headboard, spreading your legs wide for Vanessa.

Her knees hit the mattress, crawling to you and sliding a hand up your clothed thigh. She didn’t waste any time pulling down your pants and panties, eager to touch you. You let out a shaky breath, reaching forward to pull on her blue tie to give her a bruising kiss. “I need you, Vanessa, please.”

Vanessa lowered herself to your heat, tenderly kissing your inner thighs. She could smell you, her mind hazing at the thought of tasting you. She moved the tip of her tongue to enter your cunt, the bittersweet tang on her taste buds. You gasped in pleasure, your sounds becoming more high-pitched as she pushed more of her tongue into you. You gripped her shoulders as she explored your wet heat, swirling and pressing her tongue on your inner walls.

“Oh god, that’s so good,” You murmured. Vanessa’s hands gripped your thighs, squeezing them as she slammed her tongue deeper into you.

“Don’t stop, please.” You cried out in frustration. Erotic and wet noises could be heard as sje lapped on your heat in hunger. Your thighs were quivering and your back arched as you thrust your hips. She was addicted to your taste, picking up the speed of moving her tongue in and out of you.

Your nails sunk deeper into Vanessa’s shoulder, blood beginning to draw out. “I-I’m cumming!” You screamed out, the sound reverberating around the bedroom. Vanessa licked up the remnants, her chin, and nose streaked with your cum.

Your cheeks and ears were flushed red, your chest heaving in deep, ragged breaths. “W-Wow, Vanessa.” You exclaimed, your thighs still quivering from the intense orgasm. “That... That was something.”

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candycandy00 · 6 months

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Pick Me Up - A Gojo x Reader x Geto Halloween Fanfic Part 5 (Final)

Gojo and Geto are two serial killers who enjoy seducing their victims before killing them. Every year on Halloween they have a friendly competition, and this year the target they both choose is you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The first two parts will be fairly short and just serve to set up the way these two operate. The third part starts the “main part”. Any feedback or comments are greatly appreciated! Divider by @violetbudd

Smut. 18+. Fem Readers. MMF threesome. Oral sex. Cum eating. GojoxGeto. Slight bondage. First time sex. Gojo and Geto are both bisexual.

Your heart is pounding, so hard and so fast that you’re worried about your health. You’ve been running for at least ten minutes straight without pausing for a moment to rest. To be honest, you didn’t know you had it in you. Athleticism has never been your strong point. But when you have two dangerous men after you, you find wells if strength you weren’t previously aware of.

Finally, your body forces you to stop. Your lungs are burning and your feet are bloody and aching, your shoes long since gone and the ripped nylon stockings offering no protection. Your thin top is practically nonexistent at this point. The straps are still there, as well as enough fabric to barely cover one breast and the top half of the other.

Amazingly, your small fake angel wings are still intact, still clinging to your back albeit a bit lopsided. The only real covering you have is the pair of white lace panties that are sticking to your skin like glue. They’ve been damp all night, for one reason or another.

You’re currently trying to reach the gas station you stopped at earlier. From there you can surely get help. You don’t dare go to the road. Both your pursuers have vehicles and are no doubt prowling the highway searching for you.

Leaning against a tree for a moment, you try to figure out where this night went wrong. You were on your way to a Halloween party. It was supposed to be a night of fun with your friends on your favorite holiday. Were they still waiting for those chips they asked you to bring? You wonder how long it will be before your friends get worried, how long before they come looking for you or call the police. Probably way too long.

The two men chasing you, Suguru and Satoru, had both been so nice and so handsome. You’d been minutes away from having sex with each of them, giving them your first time. You actually feel frustrated! Why did they have to turn violent?

Now that you’ve caught your breath, you start running again, trying to stick to the shadows of trees. Almost another ten minutes pass before you see lights up ahead, the gas station coming into view. The sight gives you a burst of energy and you pick up speed, sprinting toward safety, breaking free of the tree line as your feet reach the pavement of the parking lot.

You open your mouth to call for help from the young couple pumping gas, but suddenly a hand clamps over it, silencing you. A warm, firm arm wraps around your body and you feel yourself being dragged back into the woods.

Struggling wildly, you kick and jerk, trying to wriggle free of Satoru’s grasp, but it’s no use. He wasn’t lying when he told you he’s strong. You see Suguru standing among the trees, smiling at you. God, why did he have to be so gorgeous?

“Be a good girl, and I’ll move my hand, okay?” Satoru asks, his mouth close to your ear. “But if you scream, I’ll gut you like a fucking fish.”

You nod your head, and he slowly removes the hand from your mouth, keeping his grip on your arm tight.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask desperately, tears already springing to your eyes.

They glance at each other. Suguru shrugs. “Because it’s fun.”

Satoru chuckles behind you. “Yeah that pretty much sums it up.”

You turn your head as much as you can to look at Satoru. His blue eyes are shining as he grins down at you, his hands holding you in place but his touch surprisingly soft.

“What are you going to do to me?” you ask.

“Hmmm, we haven’t really decided yet. We’re definitely gonna kill you, so don’t get your hopes up. We just haven’t figured out who gets to do the honors.”

Suguru steps closer, his lovely scent wafting over to you. He’s so close he could touch you, and you’re effectively sandwiched between them. The closeness of their bodies is making you dizzy.

“You made us work for you,” Suguru says in a honeyed voice, reaching one hand up to push a piece of hair behind your ear. It’s a gentle, affectionate motion. “We��re going to take our time with you.”

Satoru’s arms encircle you from behind in a perversion of the hug he gave you earlier in the van. “We’ve got all night to play with our angel,” he says.

You look from Satoru to Suguru. They eye each other, a meaningful look passes between them. That’s when you notice they’re gazing at each other with the same lusty eyes they turn on you.

“Are you two… a couple?”

They both seem to freeze in place, staring at you. Suguru says “no” at the same time Satoru says “maybe”. They glance at each other again before Suguru steps away. Satoru says nothing more, just turns you around to face him and then, without warning, punches you in the stomach.

You double over, dropping to your knees and then face first in the dirt as your consciousness leaves you.

*************

“Careful,” Suguru says. “Don’t break her before we even start.”

Satoru looks down at the unconscious angel at his feet. She looks so pitiful, so adorable, that he feels a small pang of jealousy when Suguru bends down and rolls her over onto her back. He wants nothing more than to tear off the scant remains of her costume and have his way with her, but things like that are better left for when she’s awake.

He feels something when he looks at her sleeping face, but he’s not sure what that something is. Some alien emotion he can’t comprehend. He’s never felt anything for his victims aside from the urge to fuck them and the urge to kill them. And he feels those things for her, for certain, but there’s something else there that’s clouding his mind.

Most perplexing of all is that the chaste, innocent hug he gave her in his van had felt good. It had felt right. Having her in his arms felt right.

Satoru watches Suguru pick her up from the ground. Her sleeping form reflexively curls toward his body, snuggling against his chest for warmth. Suguru smiles as he gazes at her, and Satoru is struck by the fact that, for once, the smile doesn’t look phony.

There’s something about this girl, and it’s affecting them both.

***************

When you wake up, you hear voices. They sound far away, but they’re getting closer as your head clears. You recognize them as belonging to Suguru and Satoru. Somehow, even though they’re violent murderers who said they were going to kill you, the sound of their voices comforts you. Maybe they’ve driven you mad.

You blink several times before you can see their tall figures looming over you. They haven’t noticed you’re awake yet, still embroiled in their conversation. It sounds like a friendly argument.

It takes you a moment to realize your hands are tied behind your back. You’re sitting in a rickety wooden chair while a fluorescent light swings slowly overhead. You’re still wearing what was left of your clothing, though it covers very little at this point. Still, you’re surprised they haven’t stripped you already.

Their voices cut off, and you look up to find two sets of eyes staring at you.

“Looks like our angel is awake,” Satoru says cheerfully, bending down to be eye level with you. He uses one hand to rub your head like you’re a pet.

Suguru squats down in front of you. “Sorry we had to be a little rough with you. You’re not hurt, are you?”

You look at them both in confusion. “Aren’t you going to kill me?”

They both laugh. “Of course we are, sweetheart,” Satoru says, grinning.

“We just can’t agree on who gets to do it,” Suguru adds. Then he seems to have an idea. His eyes widen slightly as he stands back up and looks at Satoru. “Why don’t we let her choose?”

Satoru raises his eyebrows. “That’s a good idea! Whoever she picks is the winner. The other gets to watch.”

You look back and forth between them. The air in this room, wherever it is, feels chilly, making you shiver.

Suguru turns to you. “Who do you pick? I’ll skin you alive. It’s slow and unspeakably painful, but it’s delicate, intimate work. I’ll keep you alive for hours.”

Satoru rounds on you as well. “Hey, my way is intimate too! Can’t get much more intimate than me slicing you open and molesting your guts. It’s quicker than Suguru’s way and less painful. I mean you’ll probably go into shock right after I start pulling your intestines out.”

You feel like you’re in a daze, like none of this is real. How are you supposed to choose something like this?

Suguru leans over you, the tips of his silky hair grazing your bare shoulder. “As a bonus, if you choose me, I’ll fuck your brains out first.”

You almost stop breathing. Why on earth are you so turned on right now? They’re planning your death! Before you can respond, Satoru speaks up.

“That’s not a bonus. I was gonna fuck her too!”

“I’m great with my mouth,” Suguru says to you, ignoring Satoru. “I can make you cum so many times you’ll forget your own name.”

Satoru leans over you too then, giving you a look with those crystal eyes that would make your knees buckle if you were standing. “I have a huge dick. I can fuck you so deep, you’ll feel it in your ribs.”

Suguru scoffs. “That’s not physically possible, dumbass. You’d have to plow right through her cervix.”

Satoru grins. “Who says I won’t?”

Suguru gives him a flat stare. “Uh, science? Anyway, she’s a virgin. Talking about your monster cock is just going to scare her.”

Satoru points at you. “Look at her! She’s so dripping wet she’s about to slide out of the chair! You can’t tell me she doesn’t wanna ride a giant cock before she dies!”

You glance down, finding a pool of fluid between your thighs. It’s sticky, definitely not pee. When your dazed mind realizes what it is, you clamp your thighs together, embarrassed that they saw it. You’re bright red as you close your eyes.

“Hey hey,” Satoru says in a consoling tone, patting your head again. “Don’t be embarrassed! It’s natural! Suguru and I are both hard as fuck right now, and we’re not embarrassed at all!”

You open your eyes and look at him. “Really?”

He nods with a grin. “Yeah, see this bulge?” He points at his crotch. You can see the outline of his erection through his pants. “Suguru, show her your bulge!”

Your eyes shift to Suguru, who looks mildly horrified. “Satoru,” he says, his voice sounding annoyed and even a little embarrassed, “don’t be vulgar.”

“Says the guy who just bragged about how he’s gonna make this cute little angel cum on his tongue.”

“I didn’t use those words exactly but… you know what? It doesn’t matter.” He turns to you. “Well? Who do you pick?”

Your eyes dart back and forth between them. God, they’re both so beautiful. Suguru has that smooth voice that sends shivers down your spine, that lovely hair you want to run your fingers through, that sensual mouth, that intoxicating scent.

Satoru had those inhumanly gorgeous blue eyes that looked like sapphires, that height that towered over you, those strong arms to wrap around you, that warm presence that made you feel safe even with a murderer.

You couldn’t possibly choose.

“Can I pick both?”

They look surprised.

“Both of us?” Suguru asks, glancing from you to Satoru.

“At the same time?” Satoru asks, his voice revealing a hint of excitement.

You look up at them sheepishly. “If I’m going to die tonight, I want to experience something amazing first. I’ve never done anything like this at all. I just had my first kiss tonight,” you say, your eyes meeting Suguru’s. You blush and look away from him.

“Do you think you can handle that?” Suguru says. “I mean, a threesome for your first time is kind of…”

“If it’s with you guys, I won’t be too scared,” you say, meeting their gazes one at a time. “W-will you two… take care of me?”

Both of them are staring at you, both with a pink tint to their faces. Then suddenly Satoru reaches out and pulls you up out of the chair, wrapping you in a hug. “You’re so fucking cute!” he says, a huge grin on his face. “Of course we’ll take care of you!”

Suguru comes around behind you and cuts the rope from your wrists, freeing your arms. “We’ll make sure you experience heaven before we kill you,” he says, a genuine smile on his face.

Your heart is pounding again, but this time it’s more from excitement and nerves than actual fear. You are afraid, but not in the same way. You let Satoru pull off the shredded remnants of your top as Suguru slides your panties down to your ankles and then off your feet. All that remains is the pair of ripped white thigh high stockings, and they leave those on.

The two men make no move to take off their own clothes, leaving you feeling even more naked. But there’s something thrilling about it, something perverse about being stripped by these men and then left as the only bare person in the room.

Satoru leads you over to a couch sitting on one side of the room. The light shines brightly there, almost like a spotlight. He sits down first, then pulls you into his lap, facing you away from him. He runs his hands over your body, gliding soft, warm palms over your breasts, your nipples that have hardened in the chill of the room, your plump thighs. He uses one hand to turn your face toward his as his other hand slips between your legs.

He watches your expression intently as you are touched in such a private spot for the first time. You have no choice but to look into those haunting blue eyes as one of his fingers presses inside your folds, tracing circles around your clit. You gasp, your body jerking in response to the pleasure.

Satoru slides both hands to your thighs, then pulls them apart, spreading you widely. He looks up at Suguru, who is standing a few feet away, watching. Satoru grins as he holds your legs open, as if showing you off.

Your instinct is to close your legs as Suguru kneels in front of you, but Satoru is holding you firmly in place. It’s a surprisingly comforting feeling, of being guided, being led.

Suguru reaches out and runs his thumb over your slit, making you shiver even more. Then he leans his face forward and licks your pussy, his tongue pressing slightly inside your flesh as it moves upwards. You jerk again, the shock of the sensation sending ripples through your body. But again, Satoru’s strong grip on your thighs keeps you anchored.

You gasp out shallow breaths as Suguru absolutely devours your pussy, his tongue plunging inside you, his lips suckling your clit. After a while, Satoru’s hands leave your legs, one of them massaging a breast while the other turns your head toward him so he can kiss your mouth.

Everything feels so wonderful. They’re touching you so gently, so passionately, you can almost imagine that they’re in love with you. The pleasure almost overwhelms you, and when you finally cum for the first time in your life, moaning and arching your back in Satoru’s lap, your whole body trembling, you feel two sets of firm hands holding you steady.

“It’s okay, we’ve got you,” Satoru’s voice says into your ear as you shudder through your orgasm, tears in your eyes.

Suguru’s face is still buried in your pussy, his tongue giving one final lick of your clit before he pulls back and looks up at you. “See? Feels good, right?” he asks, watching your reaction.

You can only nod, distracted by the sight of his mouth shiny with your arousal, a thin coating of it all over his chin and lips.

Satoru’s hand shoots out and grabs a handful of Suguru’s hair, pulling the man up and then over to Satoru’s eager mouth. Satoru kisses Suguru, deeply, messily, his tongue moving over Suguru’s face, licking up all your juices before disappearing into Suguru’s mouth.

Suguru seems stunned at first, his eyes wide open, but then he returns the kiss, one hand slipping around Satoru’s neck. You watch them in awe. The kiss appears to be a long awaited one, their hunger for each other evident.

As they make out with you pinned between them, Suguru’s free hand gropes your breast while one of Satoru’s hands is between your legs, rubbing your clit. You moan and pant, squirming in their grip.

After they finally part, Satoru slides you off his lap and onto the couch beside him, then unbuckles his belt. Suguru takes a place on the other side of Satoru and reaches down, unbuttoning Satoru’s pants. You watch, transfixed, as Suguru’s hand slips down the front of Satoru’s boxers and then pulls out a massive cock. You’ve seen them in porn before, of course, but even those unrealistically large organs were small and weak compared to the beast standing tall before you.

Oh God, that thing is going to be inside you.

You feel a spike of alarm as you stare at it. But then Suguru begins stroking it, spreading the leaking precum all over the shaft to make it slick and shiny, and he smiles at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

Satoru is breathing hard, his pretty face flushed as he turns his head to look at you. He extends one arm to touch your face, then gently tugs you toward him by your arm.

You’re nervous as you scoot over and straddle him, your knees on either side of his lap, facing away from him. Suguru is in front of you, still lightly stroking the monster that’s about to invade your body. You’ve never been more excited in your life, or more terrified. But you want this. You want it more than anything.

You feel Satoru’s hands on your waist, and he’s lifting you up. Suguru gives your clit a few circling strokes, feels how drenched you are, and then he positions the tip of Satoru’s cock at your entrance. You take a deep breath. Satoru whispers into your ear, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah… I’m ready,” you murmur, not at all sure of that statement.

He lowers you down, slowly, carefully, and you feel him entering you. There’s a pleasant feeling of fullness, but then you realize there’s a lot more to go in. You feel a stinging stretch, almost like a rip, and you gasp. “W-wait!”

Satoru stops. “It’s okay,” he says, “Take your time.”

You look at Suguru. “Is it almost in?”

He gives you a warm smile. “Not yet, but you’re getting there.”

You sink down a bit more, wincing. It hurts, but it feels good at the same time. You feel Suguru’s fingers stroking you, making you focus on pleasure. “You’re doing so good,” he coos.

You turn your face back to look at Satoru. His eyes are glazed with pure desire. You lower yourself even more, clenching around him, your body shuddering as tears leak out of your eyes. You meet Satoru’s lusty gaze and say, “Can you hold me?”

His eyes widen, and then his arms wrap around you in a soft yet firm embrace. “You feel so good,” he mutters. “Taking my cock so well.”

Those words make you feel dizzy with pleasure. You suck in air through your teeth and push yourself down as far as you can.

You hear Satoru’s breath catch in his throat. Suguru stands up from his squatting position in front of you and pats your head. “You did it. You took it all the way in. Good girl.”

You blush as Suguru kisses you, slowly and sweetly. You feel both sets of hands on your body, lifting you up and then easing you back down. You don’t even have to use your own strength to ride Satoru, and after the first few minutes of movement, the pain fades. You moan, enjoying being completely manhandled by them, being at their mercy. They’re so gentle with you, even when they increase the pace. Satoru’s tip keeps hitting a super sensitive spot, making your body quiver.

A few minutes more of this unrelenting stimulation and you’re cumming for the second time, becoming a shuddering, crying mess between them. Satoru leans forward, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Go ahead, lose yourself in the pleasure,” he whispers.

“We’re right here,” Suguru says, kissing your lips again.

You feel completely overtaken, emotions and physical sensations both running wild through you. When the feeling passes, you pant to catch your breath. Suguru stands up straight, and Satoru pulls your face back so he can kiss you. Then he looks up at his friend. “She’s gonna look so pretty with your cock in her mouth.”

Suguru slides the waistband of his pants and boxers down just far enough to free his raging erection. It’s not quite as big as Satoru’s but it’s surprisingly close. He stares down at you with a hot gaze. “I bet she will,” he says.

“Do you want his cock in that sweet little mouth?” Satoru asks.

You’re trembling with desire, pleasure, fear, everything. “Y-yes,” you say.

“Then tell him so. He likes to hear it.”

You look up at Suguru, into his eyes. “I… I want you… in my mouth… please.”

Satoru suddenly moves beneath you, standing up and pushing your body forward at the same time so that your feet touch the floor and you’re bent over nothing. He holds your arms firmly behind you, using them for leverage as he begins thrusting into you from behind. The switch leaves you gasping for air, but the earlier motions have stretched you a bit, so there’s no pain even when his thrusts are a little bit rough.

This position leaves your head right at Suguru’s crotch. He steps closer and takes a handful of your hair, using it to tilt your face up slightly. It’s not a harsh pull, but firm. With his free hand he strokes over your lips with his thumb, then he holds your mouth open and pushes his cock inside. It’s a strange feeling, having something large and fleshy pressing against your tongue and your throat. But it’s not unpleasant, and when you glance up and see Suguru’s face, you suddenly want to do whatever it takes to please him.

His breaths are coming faster as he slowly thrusts in and out of your mouth, giving you time to breathe around it, careful not to hurt you.

“Use your tongue, angel,” he tells you pulling out enough to give you room to work. You swirl your tongue around the tip, lapping up the fluid there, then lick up and down his shaft before he begins pumping it into your mouth again.

The two of them manage to sync up in a rhythm that drives you wild, each of them thrusting into you, your arms pulled behind your back. You’re totally helpless, practically a toy for them to do with as they please, but you trust them. You’ll gladly let them use you however they want, your beautiful grim reapers.

“Fuck,” you hear Satoru say, “this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked in my life.”

Suguru’s grip on your hair tightens slightly. “Her mouth is amazing,” he says, plunging deeply enough to make you gag. When he cums, you feel it shoot into your mouth, warm and thick.

“Don’t spill any,” you hear Satoru say behind you. “Don’t swallow it yet either.”

You do as you’re told, and when Suguru carefully pulls out of your mouth, Satoru pulls you upright, so that your back is nearly pressed against his chest, his cock still buried inside you. “Let’s see, angel,” he says, and you open your mouth, showing them both the gob of cum nestled on your tongue.

Then, Satoru turns your face to his and kisses you. You feel his tongue slip into your mouth, scooping up some of Suguru’s cum. When he pulls away, a string of cum connects your mouths, and he looks over at Suguru with a suggestive smirk.

For his part, Suguru seems to blush slightly at the sight as Satoru returns his mouth to yours, messily kissing you and spreading the cum around in both your mouths.

Then Satoru’s hands slip under your thighs and lifts up your legs, holding you in midair as he fucks into you. With your legs held open this way, Suguru gets an excellent view of your pussy being drilled by Satoru’s cock.

Suguru steps closer, running his hands over your body, kissing your neck. Satoru’s pace is quickening. “Gonna shoot it inside you,” he murmurs into your ear. “Gonna fill this virgin pussy with my cum.”

You can only nod in agreement, your mind nearly going blank. A few seconds later, you feel it. With a groan, Satoru releases his seed into your womb, his cock twitching inside you. He holds you still until he’s completely finished emptying himself, then pulls out and lowers you into Suguru’s waiting arms.

You look at both of them drowsily, and you can see Satoru’s cock coated in cum and blood. They both smile at you as Suguru lowers you onto the couch. “I think… I’m in love with you both…” you say as your eyes slide closed and sleep overtakes you.

**************

Suguru watches the angel sleep, her body still occasionally twitching from all the stimulation it’s went through tonight. He looks over at Satoru. “Give me your jacket.”

“Huh? Why?”

“It’s cold in here, she’s naked.”

Satoru sighs and reaches him the jacket, which he drapes over her form. Suguru smiles down at her, gently pushing the hair away from her face. After a moment, he turns to Satoru and says, “I don’t want to kill her.”

Satoru grins, pulling his sunglasses back on. “Great, I can do it then. Do you still want to watch? I bet she’ll make all kinds of cute faces when I slit her open. And the screams when I pull out those guts I just stirred up for her? They’re gonna be incredible!”

Suguru glares at him. “Satoru, I’m not going to let you do that.”

Satoru glares back for a moment, then suddenly bursts into laughter. “Oh man, you should see your face!” he cackles. “But nah, I don’t wanna kill her either. I’d much rather keep her.”

Suguru frowns. “Like a pet?”

Satoru throws an arm around him. “Hey, I’ve kept you as a pet for years!”

Suguru shrugs him off, a slight blush on his face. “I thought it was the other way around.”

“Really? I guess we’re all each other’s pets, her included,” Satoru says, pointing at the sleeping angel on the couch.

“So what now? Do we take her with us?” Suguru asks.

“That’s what I’m thinking,” Satoru replies. “But we need to make some preparations. We can’t just drag a third person, a woman at that, around without being ready.”

Suguru nodded. “She’ll need time to pack up some belongings and settle her affairs. That’s assuming she wants to come with us, but I have a feeling she does.”

“And she’ll be against us killing, so we’ll have to plan out a way to do it without her knowing.”

“Speaking of which,” Suguru says, “Won’t she feel like it’s her moral duty to report us to the police?”

Satoru had found some paper and a pen from the next room and was writing something down. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered. She’s super naive, right?” He took the paper over and used his knife to stab it to the couch, right next to the angel’s face.

“Let’s go. We’ll come back in a couple of days to get her.”

Suguru takes another look at her face, then follows Satoru out of the room. As they walk outside the abandoned shack in the woods, Satoru looks at Suguru over his shoulder, giving him bedroom eyes. “Wanna fool around in the back of my van?”

Suguru laughs. “You’re insatiable!”

************

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is that you’re covered by a jacket, specifically Satoru’s jacket. You smile as you lift it to your face, inhaling the scent of his cologne. You pull the jacket on and zip it up, thankful that’s it’s big enough on you to cover all the important parts.

You get up from the couch and look for the guys. It’s still nighttime, and they’ve probably decided which of them gets to kill you by now. You could never choose, and to be honest, at this point you don’t care who kills you. You’re fine with dying as long as one of them does it.

Before you take two steps from the couch, you spot a note stuck to it by a knife. You pull it free and read over it.

“Good morning, angel! We’ve decided not to kill you for now. You’re just too cute! Instead we’re gonna take you with us after we get some things ready. Pack whatever you need. We’ll be back in two days. Oh, and don’t worry about us killing people! We promise to be good boys and stop killing for a while!”

You read it two more times, letting the words sink in. A blush creeps over your face as your heart beats faster. They want to take you with them! You can’t believe it. You can’t stop smiling as you fold the letter and stick it into the pocket of Satoru’s jacket, then walk outside.

Your car is parked close by, and you feel a rush of relief. You jog over and climb inside. The bags of chips are still sitting in the backseat, making you giggle. You reach to start the engine, but there are no keys. You search everywhere in the car and even in the building you just left before realizing they must have forgotten to leave them.

Could they actually be idiots?

Your phone is in the passenger seat, but there’s no service. You have no choice but to try to walk back to the gas station, so you head for the road.

A few steps later, a pickup truck stops beside you and rolls down the window.

“Need a ride?” the deep voice inside asks.

You look at the man in the driver’s seat. He’s got pink hair and black tattoos on his face and what’s visible of his arms. “Could you take me to the gas station?” you ask him.

“Sure, but aren’t you worried? I could be dangerous,” he says with a grin, his eyes looking red in the lights of his truck.

You smile back at him. “Nah, you seem like a nice guy, and I have a good feeling about you!”

End.

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HIGH TOLERANCE

Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Masterlist

warnings: so much angst, a night gone wrong, more (derogatory) Steve, Gertrude (extra derogatory), Delta-9 gummies

pairings: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x bisexual!fem!reader

plot: dates aren't always what you want them to be...let alone with people who you don't really want to be on dates with

wc: 4k

song inspirations: VOID by Melanie Martinez, We Are Nobody Else by Lady Lamb

Part 4: "Only 10mg"

“What do you mean you haven’t seen any movies this year?”

“I mean, I’ve seen movies. I just haven’t found anything I thought was interesting in the last eight months.”

“What do you watch then?”

This morning you actually found someone on Hinge named Gertrude and by the afternoon you were on a lunch date. And you’d thought they were cute when you met up at Grub Burger, like really cute, with thin-rimmed rectangular glasses and a long dark braid down their back. They had a soft voice and an even softer smile…but it was quickly starting to go downhill.

Every question they threw at you felt like an investigation where you were wrong every single time, as if your preferences weren’t good enough. Even the lack of movies you’d seen.

In your defense, you usually went to the movie theater if Eddie asked. He was really good at guessing when a movie’s going to be worthwhile (and you weren’t). He never once disappointed. He’d also never taken you to a movie without at least giving you something of the cannabis persuasion and buying a large popcorn for you to share.

Sometimes he even bought your ticket.

Which you always pretended were dates like the desperate woman you were.

“Yeah, I really like 2000s movies,” you replied, shrugging. “I’ll pop on a Seth Rogan film every once and a while. Like, I know they’re a little outdated or whatever, but they’re fun. Oh, especially if you smoke some weed. Then it’s super funny. Like, This Is The End? It’s just cool to see all these actors—"

“I mean, they’re, like, super problematic,” Gertrude interrupted.

You nodded. “No, I know,” you agreed, scratching at your neck. “I know. It’s not the best, but like, I recognize that. I don’t think it’s all funny. And it’s not just Seth Rogan, there are other genres like dramas and fantasy and horror. Have you heard of the movie The Invisible? It’s about this guy who dies and is a ghost and can’t talk to anyone and finds out he—”

“I just thought because you’re queer, you’d have better standards for the media you consume.”

Pausing, you felt yourself deflate. You shrugged again, wondering how this conversation was turning into something else entirely. “I mean, I think you could argue that every piece of media is problematic, depending on the way you look at it. If you acknowledge that the media you like is flawed, you’re still allowed to enjoy it. It’s not that hard.”

Gertrude gave you that judgmental look again, pushing their fork around their French fries. “Agree to disagree. Anyways, maybe you should ask me a question now.”

As if I had had any chance to ask anything since we sat down.

“Uh, okay. What’s your favorite color?”

Gertrude finally smiled for the first time since you’d greeted each other. They really were pretty. There was just something so grating about their attitude…

“I think I like a soft yellow, something bright and cheery.”

You nodded, trying to seem more interested than you were. Some part of you even felt like laughing. “Yeah, yellow’s a good color. Very vibrant. Makes you happy.”

“What about you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe black? Red?”

Steve sighed, scratching his bare thigh before going back to his cherry and goat cheese ice cream. Eddie merely stared down at his cream puff flavor, unsure as to why he thought this date would be a good idea. He’d suggested they go out to get ice cream (definitely not to distract himself from what was probably happening across town with someone who he definitely wasn’t thinking about).

But Steve didn’t remotely hesitate, making Eddie think that maybe that was a sign. He was in it now. They were getting somewhere…

If only it hadn’t started going downhill just from asking basic questions that they somehow hadn’t thought of in the last however many years of knowing each other.

“Ah, come on, Eddie. You can’t say red!”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed, trying not to get irritated. “Why not?” he asked. “It’s a color. That was part of the assignment.”

“I just feel like it’s a little stereotypical for you.”

“Why, ‘cause I like metal?” Eddie guessed with a sigh sitting in the back of his throat. He was careful not to release it.

“Uh, yeah,” Steve replied. Like it was obvious. Like it was stupid. “Precisely.”

“Okay, then what’s yours, big guy?”

“Probably red or green,” you answered. “Not a soft green. More like a deep emerald?”

“Like Christmas?”

You shook your head. To give them credit, it was a common question you got whenever anyone cared enough to ask.

Well, except for one person...

“Well, no. I wouldn’t consider myself someone who likes Christmas all that much.”

“Let me guess, your favorite holiday is something weird, like St. Patrick’s Day.”

What the hell was this person even talking about? Were they hearing themselves talk?

You successfully suppressed your sigh before you decided to answer honestly. “Uh, my favorite holiday is Halloween.”

“Next you’re gonna tell me your favorite holiday is Halloween.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Uh, because it is.” What was Steve even talking about? Why was he suddenly being so fucking judgmental? “Let me guess, your favorite is Christmas,” he bit back.

Steve laughed, oblivious to Eddie’s venom. “Yeah, the lights are cool. The hot chocolate with the peppermint in it. Oh, and the snow. You can layer everything. I mean, it’s cute. Plus,” he stopped, clearly trying to make his next sentence sound less rude. “I just think Halloween is a little…meh.”

“Meh?”

Steve shrugged. “Yeah.”

“What beef do you have with Halloween?”

“It’s just a little overdone, don’t you think?”

You shook your head, appalled as to why they didn’t get how important the holiday was.

“No, I think it’s about expressing yourself and becoming something more than what you are. It gives kids a moment of exploration of themselves and creativity. Not to mention its importance for queer people and how they can have one night where they can be themselves—"

“—without the scrutiny of the public. We could walk out in drag or anything feminine whatsoever and it’s not considered threatening, even if that’s shitty in and of itself. But it’s still that opportunity.” Eddie smiled to himself. “That chance. It’s bringing a sense of fucking safety that’s otherwise missing.”

Steve nodded before he shrugged, scraping at the bottom of his cup. “Yeah, you make a good point. I guess I haven’t really thought about it like that.”

Eddie forgot that he and Steve never really had conversations like these. It was usually you who he could talk to for hours on end, deconstructing what it meant to live and how everything was about perspective. Inebriated, sober—it didn’t matter. Like those days at the aquarium, you were able to see the bigger picture at the end of the day. You talked about stuff like this without even having to be asked.

That ticket still sat in his wallet. He always took it out whenever he needed a pick-me-up. It gave him a spark of hope that life could change for the better if someone like you existed.

Steve kept talking, but Eddie was pulling out his wallet and running his fingers over the ticket like it would bring you here and he could have you here instead.

As you and Gertrude fell into silence, you put your hand in your skirt pocket, feeling the smoothness of Eddie’s yellow pick. Tracing the edges, you wondered what it felt like for him to run it down his strings. How it fit in his fingers.

How he was doing.

Where he was.

If he was available.

You looked at Gertrude, watching them scroll through their TikTok feed, volume up, before you stood and grabbed your purse.

“I have to go.”

Eddie watched Steve reach the very bottom of his cup, hoping there was a way for him to slip in a reason to leave. Because, holy shit, this was a piss poor excuse for a date.

He looked back over at the long line forming at the door, knowing you would die to have a cup of the wildberry lavender flavor. You were a big fan of Jeni’s Ice Cream and always gave him grief whenever he went without you. It was kind of funny how your face would screw up as you yelled at him for being a traitor. He nearly chuckled at the memory.

And it suddenly hit him that he was way more concerned with his thoughts of you.

How your date was going.

Where you were.

If you were available.

Fuck having a good enough reason to leave.

“Can we go?”

You basically sprinted to your car, barely registering how rude you had just been. You didn’t say goodbye, didn’t even give them an excuse. But you argued to, well, yourself that telling them some shitty excuse would be ruder than not saying anything at all.

All you wanted was to talk to Eddie and tell him about how awful your date was. How mean Gertrude was and how confused you were about what the hell you’d done to deserve their scrutiny.

Sighing, you scrambled into the front seat and tossed your phone onto the passenger seat. Pulling out Eddie’s guitar pick, you tried to calm yourself down. You studied the brand, the tiny tortoise outline with the shell replaced with the Tortex brand name. It read that it was a Dunlop, 50mm. Smooth. Thin. The kind Eddie always said he preferred, always said it hit the strings so magically. Said it rang out the bottom E string, like it was trying to reach the heavens and got there every time.

And there was your eyeliner, ruining it.

You shook your head, resigning to the fact that you probably should just go home and isolate yourself for a while. Try and figure out how the hell you were supposed to be normal around Eddie and Steve the next time you saw them together.

Is that how it’s going to be now? you wondered, feeling nausea pool in your stomach. Are they going to be a package deal? Is that something I could survive?

For how long?

Before you could even start your car, your phone started going off. As soon as you saw Eddie’s picture pop up, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey,” he breathed, sounding as exhausted as you felt.

“Hey, hello,” you replied, trying to calm yourself down. “Hi. I was actually about to call you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. I just had the worst date ever,” you grumbled, trying to rub the eyeliner off the pick.

“Me, too.”

You sat up straighter, shoving the pick back in your pocket. “Really?”

“God, yeah. I’m never going to Jeni’s without you again.”

“You went to Jeni’s without me?” With Steve, you felt like adding.

But you were going to be good. Just this once.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Like I said, I’m never going without you ever again.” You let out an irritated huff. “Listen, Weirdo, would you mind if I came over and we took some edibles and, like, watched a movie?”

Thank God.

“Yes, please.”

“See you in twenty?”

You smiled. “See you in twenty. Traitor.”

Eddie had gotten back to your apartment at the same time as you, both fighting for the closest parking spot with playful honks. You may have almost hit his van. And he could (maybe) admit that he almost deserved it.

“That’s rude,” he said as he hopped down from the van. “That’s just—”

He stopped as he finally got a look at you. Because it wasn’t even fair anymore, the way you just being you flustered him. Just standing next to your car with a simple Joan Jett t-shirt tucked into a short skirt and black Converse. Some sword earrings. And fishnets. Fucking fishnets.

Did he mention that you were wearing a different pair than the night before?

How many do you fucking own?

“That’s just what?” you asked, looking confused.

Eddie had to get a grip. He couldn’t keep doing this, couldn’t keep losing his focus whenever you were around. Hell, he was already losing his focus when you weren’t. When you were looking like this, it made everything worse. Much, much worse.

He shook his head before poking your shoulder. “Extremely rude.”

You rolled your eyes and swatted his hand away, starting the short walk up to your apartment. “Hey, you asked me to hang and then you tried to steal my favorite parking spot? Where are your manners?”

“I think we both know I lost those years ago.”

“Okay, weirdo,” you said.

“Uh, what did you just call me?” Eddie asked playfully, clasping his hand over his chest.

A giggle escaped your lips as you ascended the stairs, making his smile widen.

“You heard me!” you exclaimed as you quickened your pace up the steps. “And I will not be taking it back!”

The two of you bickered like always, going back and forth with seemingly no end to each bit that you started and never truly seemed to finish. Sometimes it felt like he couldn’t help himself around you, always excited to hear what you had to say or what you wanted to do. Anything you wanted, because any opportunity to be around you was an opportunity worth taking.

You decided to heat up leftover soup for you both, maneuvering around the kitchen while you complained about the weather and your upstairs neighbor who was taking all the warm water these days despite the scorching heat.

Eddie wouldn’t admit it, but he was having a hard time paying attention to your words. How could he when your hands were waving around the air and putting your hair up? How in the hell was he supposed to pay attention when you decided to run chapstick over your lips? Or when you bent down to take your shoes off, skirt riding up just enough to reveal the lining of red underwear? And how was he supposed to feel normal when you were wearing the cutest fucking socks, with black cats sporting witch hats next to a brewing cauldron?

“I’m gonna go pick out a movie,” Eddie said suddenly, backing away from the kitchen.

“Oh, yeah,” you said absentmindedly as you fiddled with the microwave. “That’s a really good idea. What’re you gonna put on?”

“No idea,” he lied. “Absolutely no idea.”

After you finished the chickpea and sausage soup, you and Eddie popped 10mg Delta-9 gummies and decided to chill on the couch. As soon as Eddie pressed play on your remote, you immediately knew it was the opening to When Harry Met Sally. Like always.

But it wasn’t like you were paying attention. If anything, you were talking over it like you were in a crowded room. Small talk here and there until you were unable to keep your questions to yourself.

“So, you said your date with Steve didn’t go well,” you said. “Do you want to maybe talk about it?”

Eddie groaned, throwing his hands over his face. You may have taken the opportunity to stare at him, how his tattoos were visible. He’d shown up in his jean jacket but discarded it as if he was taunting you with only a black tank top and jeans. His guitar pick necklace around his neck. Rings. Threaded bracelets and watch. That fucking nail polish…

Focus, you told yourself. Just focus.

“I don’t know…” he trailed, biting his lip.

“I’ll share mine if you share yours,” you suggested.

A sigh left his lips before he gave in. “He thought it was predictable that I liked black and Halloween.”

“Has he even met you?” you asked, scoffing. “Of course you do. That’s, like, your whole thing. It’s not predictable, it’s just who you are.”

“I know! It was so weird. We’ve known each other since high school. I don’t know how he didn’t know that already. Rob knows more than him, apparently.”

“She’s extremely observant,” you noted.

Too observant.

“That’s a good...observation.” Now it was your turn to groan, making Eddie laugh before he added, “Now’s your turn, Weirdo.”

Well, I couldn’t stop thinking about you the entire time. So what does that say about me?

“I got absolutely slammed for my shitty 2000s comedies.”

“But Michael Cera is a visionary…” he trailed, confused.

“Well, apparently they’re all problematic and I’m damaging our community.”

Eddie shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Whatever. So is everything else. Besides, you don’t even laugh at the bad stuff. It’s like eating around a bad food you like. It’s not like the whole plate is bad, right? Most of it’s good.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” you exclaimed, throwing your hand up. “It’s like eating at Waffle House. You know it’s not going to be the best meal you’ve ever had, but damn if those waffles don’t hit the spot every time. Especially when you’re fucked up.”

“You get it! You may be the smartest person I’ve met.”

“Or maybe the dumbest.”

“Nah, you’re pretty intelligent…when you want to be.”

“Ouch!” you said, grabbing one of your throw pillows and whacking him with it. “Take that.”

Before you could take another shot, he took the pillow from you and hit you back. “You deserved that one, Weirdo.”

You fell into gentle laughter, shaking your head at him before you sighed and leaned your head on the back cushion. Eddie readjusted, also leaning his head back so he could make eye contact with you. He wrapped his arms around the pillow, hugging it to his chest.

For a moment, you just kind of sat there and looked at him. Watched his eyes flicker back and forth between yours while you did the same. Studied the brown, the way his pupils dilated as you kept staring at each other. You couldn’t say how long that lasted before you finally said something.

“I just don’t think it’s supposed to be this hard.”

“What, dating?” he asked, tightening his grasp on the pillow.

“Yeah.”

He nodded, letting out a hum. “I don’t think so, either.”

You looked away from Eddie’s gaze to find him fiddling with the pillow’s black fringe, clearly anxious about something. It was exactly how he played with his lighter or tapped his leg. Rapid, incessant. Finding his bearings through the texture as if it could keep his attention longer than a few seconds.

And then he said your name, bringing your eyes back to his.

“Should I keep seeing Steve?” he asked.

This time you were the one readjusting, feeling yourself scoot even closer to him. Your legs were touching, the blanket seeming to slip halfway off you two. But neither of you moved to fix it.

“Does Steve make you happy?”

“I…I don’t know.” He let out a staggered breath. “I think so.”

And you tried not to, but your leg was slipping further down his calf. Blanket be damned—you were already starting to burn.

“Tell me something. Why do you always put When Harry Met Sally on?” you asked, trying to steer away from the subject of Steve Harrington. Trying to distract yourself from the heat building inside you. Trying to distract yourself from thinking something stupid. “I thought the second Lord of the Rings movie was your favorite. The Two Towers.”

He shrugged. “No, yeah. The Two Towers is my favorite. I just think I’ve just always related to When Harry Met Sally. Always missing my chances, opportunities. Always just one step away from getting what I want.”

Was Eddie getting…closer?

You raised an eyebrow. “Missing your chances?”

And why was he staring at your mouth?

“Yeah.”

But weren’t you also staring at his?

“Are you, um, Harry?” you asked, trying to keep yourself from doing something stupid. “Or are you Sally?”

Why was he so close to making you do something stupid?

“Depends on the day,” he said, softer this time.

And why was he leaning closer, searching your eyes for some kind of confirmation that this was okay?

And why were you about to let him?

“What do you want?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

Eddie didn’t answer, the hum of Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal being the only sound left in the room other than your shared breathing.

“What has she done? She makes desserts.”

It was growing heavier the closer he got to you, maybe the closest you’d ever been since you met. And it was so strange, the way he affected you.

“You all went to a Met game together?”

Your fingers reached out, searching for his. Found it on his thigh, also reaching for yours. Fingers touching, itching to twine. And it was so strange, the way he moved you.

“But Sally hates baseball.”

And there Eddie was, leaning in more and more, his breath seeming to intoxicate you the more it fanned over your face.

“Harry doesn’t even like sweets.”

But it was dangerous, the way he could break you.

His lips just barely brushed yours before you pulled back.

“No,” you said.

“What?” Eddie asked, leaning back. “Are you okay?”

All you could think about was Steve. Eddie literally just told you he was happy with Steve and then he was going to, what, kiss you? What business did he have doing that? And what business did you have being a homewrecker?

“I think you should go,” you said sternly, throwing the blanket off and standing.

Eddie looked up at you like he was confused. As if he wasn’t just trying to do something incredibly stupid.

“What? Really?”

You walked over to the opposite end of the living room, desperate to stay the hell away from him. Because there was some part of you that was wondering how stupid kissing him would really be. But maybe if you stayed as far away from him as possible, you wouldn’t be tempted. You couldn’t be.

“Yep.”

Eddie shook his head, standing. “What just happened here?” he asked. “Like, seriously.”

You shook your head. “I just want you to go, Eddie. Okay?”

“No, not okay. Jesus H Christ,” he huffed, throwing the pillow on the couch. “You can’t just kick me out and not even tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

“You should figure that one out for yourself. You’re probably too high anyway,” you said, maybe a little too bitterly.

“It was only ten milligrams,” he emphasized. “And maybe, just maybe, I need to be given some clear fucking communication.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

He gave you a hard stare. “Really? Is this really what you’re doing right now?”

“What?” you pushed. “What am I doing?”

Say it, you thought. Eddie, please just say it.

“Maybe you should figure that one out for yourself,” he mocked.

And before you could figure out how to respond, Eddie turned away from you. He stomped over to the kitchen counter, grabbing his keys and wallet before walking towards the door.

“For the record,” he said, turning back to look at you in the eye. “I’m completely sober. You of all people should know I have a high tolerance.”

Eddie opened the door and slammed it right behind him.

Eddie couldn’t stop his thoughts firing at a rapid pace as he nearly sprinted to the van. He was going to pass out, he was so sure of it this time. Hell, he was dying. He had to be dying. There was no way he was going to survive this.

The kiss. The fucking kiss. He was going to kiss you. He was actually going to do it.

Eddie’s fingers trembled as he tried to unlock the driver’s side. But the keys slipped from his fingers, clanging onto the asphalt.

“Fuck,” he whispered, barely able to fight against whatever was grabbing hold of his throat and tightening its grasp. Shaking his head, he leaned his back against the driver’s side door. “Shit.”

Eddie clutched his chest for real this time, feeling his heart race. The panic was flooding his system, tears pricking at his eyes as he tried to focus on the breeze. The white noise of it moving through the trees. The stupid fucking squirrel nearly getting run over as someone barreled through the speed bumps. Your fucking Halloween socks.

This was going wrong. All of it. Every single last scrap of dignity he had was gone. He blew it. He fucking blew it.

If he was stronger, he would turn back around and bang on your door. Demand that you talk about this and tell you how your shared avoidance was going to be the death of any and all chance at a relationship. Kiss you the way he knew he could, knew he would.

Because there was no way, no way, that nothing was happening between you two.

He knew it. You knew it.

If only he was strong enough.

And it was occurring to him that he didn’t feel this way about Steve. If anything, he could never feel this way about him. And, frankly, he was starting to truly understand that it had nothing to do with Steve. It was everyone. He would never be able to feel this way about anyone else.

This time, Eddie couldn’t shake that off.

This time, Eddie knew that something had to change.

You couldn’t help but hope he’d turn back. That he’d walk right back in and kiss you the way you knew he could, knew he would if he wanted you like that. And maybe he did want to kiss you, you couldn’t say. But why would he continue to see Steve, bringing him up in nearly every conversation if he wanted you? What would be the point of that?

You were more confused than ever, finding yourself haunted by the scene playing on the TV behind you.

“What’s the matter with me?” Sally exclaimed.

“Nothing,” Harry said softly.

“I’m difficult!”

“You’re challenging,” he countered.

You fell back on the couch, sobbing as you listened to Harry and Sally go back and forth, nearly taunting you with how fucking accurate it was. How fucking accurate everything around you was, from music to movies and back again.

“No, no, no! I drove him away!”

This was your fault, and now you had to live with those pesky little consequences you hadn’t thought of. You drove Eddie away and now you had no idea how much longer you had before he would fade into a stranger, a fever dream of what once was. And a reminder of what could’ve been.

Taglist: @mrsjellymunson

#Eddie munson #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #best friend!eddie #modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie x reader #best friend!Eddie x reader

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redpanther23 · 11 months

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ESSENTIAL GAY HISTORY MOVIES (according to me, with a focus on the controversial)

The Wizard of Oz (1939) - Included because I actually met a young queer person who didn't believe me that this is a historical lgbt movie. I'm sorry but if you haven't seen this I'm revoking your gay license.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1972) - Another one I'm including just in case someone hasn't seen it and needs a reminder to do so (I know teenagers read my blog.)

Pink Flamingos (1972) - A John Waters movie. His films are bizarre, gross comedies and unlike any others.

Female Trouble (1974) - Another John Waters feature, this one has one of my favorite lines from any movie, "son, why don't you stop fooling around with these straight women and find yourself a nice queer to settle down with?" (paraphrased)

Desperate Living (1977) - My favorite John Waters picture, this one is bordering on epic fantasy. It's set in a shantytown in the woods, populated by gay criminals, ruled by an evil queen.

Dog Day Afternoon (1975) - Based on a true story about a guy who robbed a bank to pay for his girlfriend's gender reassignment surgery.

The Forbidden Zone (1980) - THE OINGO BOINGO MOVIE. Not only is the soundtrack Danny Elfman's best work (in this writer's humble opinion) but it's also a beautiful movie about love for the controversial and perverse. Obviously it was made by queers and people of color, but they were trying to be offensive, so they do shit like, have characters in blackface, but also black actors, sometimes in the same scene (an artistic choice as confusing to a modern audience as it was when they made it.)

Killer Condom (1996) - A German murder mystery/comedy about a gay cop. Very corny and lighthearted, it feels more like an 80s movie.

Velvet Goldmine (1998) - A sweet and poignant romance between two male rockstars. This one feels like it came from within my own heart.

Cruising (1980) - Another murder mystery, this time centered around a bisexual cop, only this one isn't a comedy. They shot footage in actual gay bondage bars in New York, but the hardcore stuff got cut because I guess god hates us ( lol). You can still tell in some scenes they're really fisting dudes and shit.

The Gay Deceivers (1969) - Two straight men pretend to be a gay couple to dodge the draft. They move to a gay neighborhood and have to blend in with their neighbors.

Feel free to suggest more, I'm sure there's a lot I didn't think of.

#pride #lgbt #gay movies #lgbt movies #lgbt history #movies #red panther speaks

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lover-of-mine · 10 days

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I keep thinking about the Tommy leaving post and the Buddie being ready for each other post and I feel like there's a comparison I want to make here but I'm not sure exactly what it is but something about Tommy leaving because he was not down with that whole mess of date, understandably, but also Buck's boatload of issues still even tho Tommy came back & they're in this "maybe this could be the something I'm ready for" & potential issues that might crop up going forward like will Buck be hesitant still or dive headfirst or some combination, will Tommy feel like it's too much or just not working, will it be the thing that finally makes something click in Buck's head that he needs to go to therapy bc hey Tommy is different from his exes but the issues are still the same idk or he decides it's not working bc it's not the thing he wants but he's ready to figure that out so again therapy! but also when he realizes he's in love with Eddie & they could be it for each other he knows he doesn't want to make those same mistakes and the way to do that is to be honest with himself and Eddie and it's not perfect but they're both in it and self enough aware they know they can make it work together (therapy would be so good but also Maddie or Bobby have some wisdom here too) like a desperation almost of I love him and I want him and this is it for me but I'm so scared of losing it all and it's like well. What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna let yourself have this? I read a fic today where when they were discussing starting something but Buck was scared Eddie was like "we deserve to be happy too and being with you makes me happy" and that's all I want now okay sorry this is so long and probably makes no sense but I didn't know who to send it to I can stop rolling it all in my head over and over again send help or a sedative my god they make me feral and all these new ttpd edits are making it 10000x more

Okay, I see what you mean, and I am team Buck/Therapy first and foremost, but let's discuss Tommy outside the perfect queer Yoda people seem to have put him in. First of all, Tommy didn't come back, the energy that exists there is that there would be no second date if Buck didn't ask him for coffee (and Buck only called because Eddie told him to). I don't blame Tommy for walking away, the situation Buck put him in is shitty, but he did not come back, he indulged Buck in a coffee for whatever reason I don't understand. I don't understand why someone would agree to go to someone's sister's wedding after one kiss and half a date they walked out of. But what I'm getting from Tommy is that he's not gonna put up with Buck's bullshit just because he's cute. And Buck is diving in head first, asking someone to be your date to your sister's wedding after half a date where they left you on the curb when he's out to exactly 2 people is somehow crazier than buying furniture with Natalia, because at least there he had what? 3 successful dates under his belt? Buck is in the hamster wheel, this time with a guy. Dating a guy is bringing him clarity in some aspects of his life, but he is still showing the same patterns when it comes to dating. Will he break out of his pattern this time? Who the fuck knows. Realizing he's repeating these patterns and letting go before he gets in too deep, realizing he needs to work on himself, would be a major sign of growth from him, but Tommy pointing something out and making him take action works too, but I don't know what or how that could be approached. I was talking about this with someone last week, I'm pretty sure i sent them a voice note of like, 12 minutes on this, but do we trust Buck to separate the way he's infatuated from what he actually needs? That his bisexuality is his no matter what? Because I don't. If he's still that insecure about Eddie when Eddie has been stable in his life the whole time they've known each other, then I don't trust him with anything emotional, really. Could he wake up one day and realize maybe it was about Eddie, see what's in front of him and proceed to work through his insecurities? Sure, they could go there, especially with how intertwined Eddie is to bucktommy, make Buck realize his feelings, work through his insecurities somehow and realize he needs to talk to Eddie and that they will be okay no matter what. But the thing is, Eddie loves Buck too much. Like the post said, he loves Buck at his own detriment, so if Buck goes all weird on him for whatever reason again (which he probably would if he realizes he might be in love with Eddie, he would panic, 705 Buck would freak out if realized he's in love with Eddie) he's gonna internalize that, and that's something they need to address before there is any movement into making them romantic.

Because now that there's a real chance buddie is gonna go canon, they need to address some problems that were created between them, mainly the way they assume things about each other a lot instead of having an open conversation. All they need is an open conversation, I will accept if the show magically decides they can talk to each other now, that the issue was the denial, but Buck needs to ask for shit, he needs to talk when he's insecure, he needs to not let Eddie get away with assuming he's right, and Eddie needs to stop assuming he can read Buck's mind, he needs to call Buck out when he's getting in his head, and he needs to stop trying to fix past mistakes with someone else, they need to actually be able to address things that hurt them, because they will hurt each other, the question is how they work through the problems. Dating your best friend, even more after being best friends for this long comes with issues, the adjustment would be intense because they have an intense relationship already. And they both need to let go of the idealized version of what a relationship should look like they have. Can Tommy help Buck there? Yeah, absolutely, but he also shouldn't be expected to hold a grown man's hand through his own feelings, yk? Buck doesn't know what he wants and he's working through it, allegedly, so, like, there's potential there but I have no idea how this can unfold tbh. They need to get to the point where they're like "I deserve happiness" but also realizing that happiness doesn't look the way they think it does, that it's never gonna be perfect, but that it is worth fighting for, you don't find it, you make, works here too, but the thing is, you need to keep making it as long as you're together, love is not all it takes, the fight never stops. I've been thinking about this a lot too.

#yeah #i dont know dude #but i feel you #911 #911 speculation #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌

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i wonder if people would be okay with eddie being bisexual. shannon as the only woman he fell in love with and buck as the only man eddie fell in love with. bisexual people also suffer from catholic guilt (i'm bi, latina and my family is catholic), but i don't think 9-1-1 would give us bi4bi romance. i just hope that, if eddie is bi, fans don't get mad and say things like 'it doesn't make sense'

Oh goodness, now we're getting into some iffy territory here. So, WARNING, if you follow my blog, you may already know that I personally headcanon Eddie as a repressed gay man, and not bisexual. And I have very specific reasons for that. HOWEVER, if the show DID want to go with Eddie also being bisexual, I would 100% accept that, because you're right bisexual people 100% also experience catholic guilt and comphet as well. All of that could definitely fit into the bisexual experience too. It would also make sense to the story...to a certain degree. So here's my warning again, I'm going to dive into my headcanon here, so be warned this is just MY opinion and is not indicative of all queer experiences real, fictional or otherwise.

Here's my reasons why I feel the story aligns closer to repressed gay than bisexual for Eddie. I simply don't believe that Eddie really ever was in love with Shannon. Loved her as his best friend, yes. Deeply loved her as the mother of his child? Yes. Loved her as a person? Yes. In deep romantic love with her? No. Nothing I've seen from their relationship, not the sex, not their "sweet" moments, or the vulnerable moments, nothing has ever made me ever believe they were in love love. I totally realize that that's my personal opinion and other people see it differently, I understand that, and I respect other people's personal opinions on the matter. This is not a knock against Shannon as a character, but just my individual feelings on their relationship. This was my opinion back when season 3 was still airing and I saw the show for the first time, and it's still my opinion now.

However, back in season 3/4 I actually still believed Eddie could be bi, for sure. And I would've been absolutely THRILLED with a bi4bi story from Buddie.

After all, just because Eddie wasn't in love with Shannon didn't mean he couldn't fall in love with another woman (or man), right? But then came Ana Flores....and then Vanessa...and then came Marisol....and the pattern kept going and I simply COULD NOT justify any of his behavior as actually really being attracted to/wanting/loving ANY of these women.

I understand that plenty of heterosexual and bisexual men also have this kind of avoidant-attachment relationship style, and that it could also stem from trauma, the way he grew up, patriarchy, etc, but the way he FORCES himself to be in a relationship with these women. The way he NEVER allows a genuine bond with a woman to just grow naturally and always has to force it to start, and then desperately cut it off when he's finally reached his limit, truly feels like he's torturing himself. And I'm so sorry, but I feel like if you were a person who genuinely wanted to be with a woman or a man, or anyone, in any capacity, you would not be torturing yourself over being with them.

Especially when I look at him in comparison to Buck, a canon bisexual man. I never once doubted that Buck actually loved Abby. I never once doubted that Buck was actually trying in his relationships with Ali, Taylor, and Natalia. When he was interested in these women it didn't feel forced. Unhealthy? Sure. Not the right fit for him? Absolutely. But forced? Like he was only doing it because he thought he had to? Never. Sure, maybe Buck held on longer than he should've because he didn't want to lose them, but that's because he still wanted their love even if it wasn't healthy for him.

I don't see any of that with Eddie. Shannon, and Eddie's relationship with her, has always felt like a crutch for Eddie, like an excuse, before she came back, when she was present, and long LONG after she died. So the argument that "well Ana and Marisol just aren't Shannon" will never work for me.

I also think Eddie being demisexual would be a better fit narratively at this point than bisexual as well. But then again, there's overlap and it's all very subjective and yeah--just a lot of queer theory to get into that I'm not an expert on, so I'm just gonna reiterate again. This is just my opinion.

If the show really wanted Eddie to be bisexual, and stated it as such, I would be fine with it, and I would accept it graciously and happily. But I do honestly feel like it wouldn't really fit well into the story they've been telling. At this point in time, with everything that we know, and everything we've seen, the only thing that I believe truly fits with the narrative is that Eddie's a repressed gay man and/or demisexual.

But if real-life bisexual people see themselves in Eddie, that will ALWAYS be valid, regardless of what the show says in regards to his sexuality. Fuck, they'll probably just leave him unlabeled regardless, in which case, any and all headcanons are valid.

This is a nuanced topic, and I do admit that IN REAL LIFE (remember I'm just discussing FICTIONAL characters here based purely on what a NARRATIVE has shown us which is all we can truly take as fact) someone in Eddie's position could for sure be bisexual and have this exact same experience.

I just think in my personal subjective opinion that with all we've seen in canon thus far, it would feel most organic to the story (and doesn't make Eddie look like a fucking asshole who chooses not to care at all about the women he's dating) if he realized he was a repressed gay man.

#911 abc #eddie diaz #god I hope this doesn't start discourse #anon you're valid for wanting a character who aligns with your experience so I'll never admonish you or anyone else for that #again this is my opinion based on my own subjective life experience #please no one come for me #this is why I tend to use the term queer in relation to eddie #or even queer leaning towards men #or hell maybe even bisexual leaning towards men idk #sexuality is a spectrum for a reason so even what I'm saying could be disproven by someone else's experience and knowledge

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rose-pearls · 9 months

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Office hours - Part 2

Part 2 of this story: Bradley and you can't stand your bosses flirting/arguing so you decide to get them together.

Relationships: Icemav, bob x hangman (mentioned), Bradley x reader

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain (open for every fandom)

Top Gun taglist: @bisexual-watermelons (open)

“Do you know what Mav just sent me?”, Bradley asks as he falls down on the chair in front of your desk, a pout on his lips.

“I don’t, and it’s still weird you call him Mav when you are at the office.”, you say, and Bradley rolls his eyes before turning back to you.

“He has just told me that he won’t be coming in today because he is ‘too busy’.”, Bradley says with air quotes, and you can’t help but snort.

“Too busy with Iceman probably.”, Bradley looks disgusted at the words, and you laugh at that.

“That is my godfather you are talking about.”, he says, and you shrug your shoulders.

“Not my fault they finally have gotten their heads out of their asses and are enjoying some alone time.”, you say, and Bradley still looks slightly disgusted but there is a soft smile on his lips.

“Alright love birds break it off.”, Jake says as he barges into your office, and you can’t help but sigh in answer.

“Does no one knock in this office?”, Jake simply ignores you before sitting down and giving you your favorite coffee order.

“And that is why you are my favorite.”, you tell the blond and receive a smirk in response while Bradley scoffs.

“Now that we all know that I’m your favorite, I need some advice.”, this surprises you and as you look at Bradley, you see him with an equally surprised face.

“Shoot.”, Bradley says, and Jake lets out a dramatic sigh.

“I met with Bobby yesterday and it was perfect, I mean that man is the most perfect human being on earth.”, Jake continues to ramble about how perfect Bob is in every way before you roll your eyes and interrupt him.

“Why do you need advice?”, Bradley nods, looking relieved that Jake isn’t waxing poetry anymore about Bob.

“I need to figure out how to woo him.”, there is a silence for a moment before Bradley starts laughing, quiet loudly, until he sees that Jake is serious.

“Wait, you are serious?”, Jake rolls his eyes at the words before letting out a sigh.

“Bob seems to think that I am a player.”

“He is not wrong.”, you say and Jake glares at you but you just smirk back.

“So, I need to show him that I am serious and that I only want him.”, Jake says, and you can’t help but look him over, he seems a little bit scared and desperate, which is something you never thought you would see on Jake.

“Well, why don’t you start off with little gestures. Discover what he likes, like flowers or maybe he is someone that prefers to spend time together. Find little things that will make his heart flutter and will show him that you truly care.”, there is a hopeful smile on Jake’s lips before he jumps out of his chair and kisses your cheeks with a loud smack. Leaving you in shock and Bradley with wide eyes.

“Thank you so much!”, Jake says before leaving, ignoring Bradley’s stuttering about how you are his girlfriend.

“That man is something.”, you can’t help but say as you take a sip from your coffee and Bradley agrees grumpily.

“Aw common Brad, he just kissed my cheek to thank me for helping him find a way to ‘woo’ Bob.”, you say teasingly but Bradley seems to still be pouting so you get up from your chair and go stand in front of him.

“Talk to me.”, you tell him softly and he lets out a sigh before bringing you closer to him, between his legs.

“I just, don’t like it when other people touch you, especially without your consent. And because I get jealous of them touching you, when I’m the only one that should.”, you feel yourself shiver at his heated gaze and his hands that are wandering along the lines of your body.

“Good thing you are the only one touching me.”, you whisper, and Bradley brings you into a heated kiss, making you sit down on his lap.

The kiss is far more heated than it should be, at work, but you can’t stop yourself from kissing him just as fervently. His hands are running across your body before gripping your ass, making you gasp into his mouth and giving him the opportunity to kiss you even deeper. You can feel him getting harder against you and you rock yourself against him, enjoying the breathless moan from him.

“I know I said I wouldn’t come into work today but-”, the door is flown open, and you nearly fall from Bradley’s lap from the surprise but his strong hands on your ass stops you from falling. The both of you turn around to find Maverick and Iceman in the doorway of your office with mouth wide open.

“Told you.”, Iceman says with a smirk, and you feel confused for a moment before Maverick grumbles and gives Iceman a crumbled dollar bill.

You scramble off of Bradley’s lap and you try to get yourself back together, but it seems a bit more difficult than you thought it would be.

“So sorry sir.”, you say quickly as you sit back down at your desk, but Iceman only has a bright smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’m happy that the two of you are together, you should come by for family dinner.”, Iceman says, and you can’t help but look at him in shock.

“I – I would love to sir.”, you say and Iceman smiles happily before looking at the two of you with a cold gaze.

“However, don’t let me or anyone else catch you in this kind of position. Is that clear?”, he says, and you feel slightly scared at the cold blue eyes.

“Yes sir.”, you tell him, and Ice seems satisfied, Maverick is looking at Iceman with so much love in his eyes you feel like he is going to explode but there is something else in there that you don’t want to think about.

“Yes Ice, but make sure you and Uncle Mav don’t get found into a similar position.”, there is that cheeky smile on Bradley’s face and you can’t help but look at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah, yeah that is all Maverick’s fault.”, your boss says, and you can’t help but laugh as Maverick rolls his eyes.

“Didn’t hear you complain old man.”, Maverick says with a smirk and Ice rolls his eyes.

“I’m one year older than you.”

“Still one year.”, the two are looking at each other with heated gazes and you suddenly feel like you are interrupting something.

“Not that we don’t enjoy your company but keep this foreplay between the two of you and between locked doors.”, Bradley says, and Ice seems to try and say something, but nothing comes out. Maverick rolls his eyes and drags Iceman out of your office with a smirk on his lips.

“We are taking our lunch break it will be of an hour.”, there is a smirk on his lips before he closes the door, and you look back towards Bradley.

“They really can’t keep it in their pants.”, you say and Bradley snorts in answer.

“What do you say we lock that door of yours and get back to what we were doing.”, he whispers, a seductive smile on his lips as his eyes roam over your body.

“Better do it quickly Bradshaw because time is ticking.”, that is the only thing you need to say before your boyfriend locks the door and brings you into another heated kiss.

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-Chapter 15: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

this story is Rated M for sexual themes

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The compound was silent aside from the sitcom you had playing on the TV. You sat on the couch with your dinner. There was a heaviness you felt pressing on your chest; the anxiety of not knowing what was going on, and the potential for the people you loved to be in danger.

It had been three weeks since you had seen the Avengers. There was an occasional text. Steve and Clint even called once or twice.

You had tried to distract yourself by tying up all of the loose ends with your business venture. It was going to be a nonprofit, but that created a whole variety of hoops to jump through. You could finally see the end in sight.

And just like any other night, you switched off the TV and dragged your blanket over your shoulders. Tonight, you were going to sleep in Steve's room. You were happy that each of their bedrooms were open because you were able to rotate depending on who you missed the most.

You missed all of them, deeply. Painfully.

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A few days later you were making breakfast after a run on the treadmill. It was really early, but you struggled to sleep. Every bump and creak of the night made you feel isolated and bothered, even in the secure space.

You had stayed away from the news, but it was inevitable. Los Angeles had been attacked, just like Tony had said they would. While that was awful, the group had been captured. Selfishly, you hoped that meant your Avengers would be home soon.

It was only moments later when you heard the door open.

"We thought you would be asleep," Steve said. He was still in his uniform, once a bright blue now gray. His normally unruly hair was matted to his head. He had a cut next to his lip, and the fabric of his suit was torn and stained a deep brown that only came with dried blood.

"I'm fine, honey," he consoled, seeing the way you were looking at him. "I just came straight here because I needed to see you. I didn't have a chance to get cleaned up."

You felt a rise of emotion, an overwhelming sense of relief that hit you like a freight train.

You sobbed, muffling the sound with your palm.

"What did you do to her, Steve?" Bucky accused. You didn't even notice him come in.

He dropped his bag. He wrapped his arms tight around you, pulling you to his chest. One of his hands stroked your back and the other cradled your head. You clutch his t-shirt with your fists, continuing to cry as his familiar touch and smell surround you.

"Don't cry," he whispered. "We're not going anywhere."

"I missed you so much," you said.

"We missed you more than you will ever know," Steve said, stepping up behind you. You turned, wrapping your arms around him instead.

"There she is," Sam smiled. He held open his arms and you moved from Steve to him. "Look at you. You're looking good, baby."

Your smile was automatic at his cheerfulness. You smeared some of your tears with your palm.

Sam gave you a gentle kiss.

"Where are the others?" you asked, looking at Steve.

"They're coming," he answered. "They had to stop in DC to wrap everything up."

"They're okay?"

"Everybody is okay," Sam confirmed. That was such a relief. You had been so worried.

"Why don't we get cleaned up, and then you can tell us what you've been up to?" Steve suggested. He gestured you back over to him, mashing his lips to yours when you were in reach.

"Okay," you nodded, breathlessly. He kissed your forehead. You smiled, completely happy that they were home. "I'll make you guys some breakfast."

You made a huge breakfast, and it was a good thing you did because the rest of your Avengers came through the door.

Wanda was the first to you. She wrapped around you tightly, and you placed your face in her neck.

She whispered your name, and you realized how desperate you had been to hear her voice.

"I'm so proud of you," you told her. "I knew you could do it."

She gave you a squeeze.

"I don't think we could have done it without Wanda," Nat said. She stepped up behind you, skimming her hand along your back. "This little witch cleared civilians faster than any of us could have on our own. She really saved so many lives."

You could see the change in Wanda, almost like her rain cloud that hung over her had moved away. She seemed ragged and worn down from the battle she just faced, but she needed the chance to prove to herself that she could do it. She needed to get back out in the world.

"It smells so good in here," Clint said, stuffing a piece of bacon in his mouth.

"There's a lot of food. I knew you all would be hungry."

Nat smirked, cupping your cheeks with her hands. She leaned close. "Just a little bit," she teased, brushing her lips with yours as she spoke.

Tony was the last one in, and you went straight to him.

"I knew you couldn't resist," he teased. "I'm like a drug. It's inevitable-"

"Shut up," you told him, placing your head on his chest. His arms secured you tight.

He didn't let you step away. Instead, he took your chin, inspecting your face. His thumb skimmed gently under your eye.

"Dreaming of me, sweetheart?" he asked, and while his teasing said otherwise, you could tell he was worried.

"I missed you," you whispered, feeling your lip wobble. You swallowed down the emotion, exhausted from it.

"I missed you, too," he said, softer. He bent his head to catch your lips.

It only took a few more minutes for everyone to be gathered around the table eating breakfast.

You found your eyes going to that one barstool that you sat at on your first day at the compound so long ago, the day everything started. If only you could see where you ended up. You would have never expected to be more than the Avengers' Therapist.

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Cue the credits 🥹 Thank you to everyone who read and supported me through this journey.

I know this isn't nearly as Rated M as any of us anticipated. To try to make it up to you... bonus chapter ❤️

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Spark romance amid secrets in a crumbling mansion! What will you sacrifice for love? Can you trust your own heart?

On a windswept island, far from the mild shores of Westerlin, stands the estate that is your new home. You have been hired to work as a conversation partner for a lonely aristocrat. It is a profitable opportunity, and your impoverished upbringing and middling university education leave you few others.

But secrets lurk in every darkened corridor, and nothing is what it seems. Why does your charge go wandering in the middle of the night, haunted and mourning? What does the charming new secretary seek to uncover? Why is your elderly employer so intent on keeping outsiders from prying into the family’s business?

Attend grand balls, ride through fast-paced fox hunts, spend jovial evenings with the servants, teach diligent lessons to your charge, and observe—or take part in—this northern land’s religious rituals. Meanwhile, there are webs of deceit for you to unravel, and deep mysteries to explore. When you reach the end, will you bring justice to those who deserve it, or keep their secrets buried forever?

And, of course, there is love: midnight trysts, stolen moments, and sweet warmth amid the cold. Your job on this remote island has just begun: will you work hard for a secure future or abandon everything to follow your heart?

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Why people think I ship Kirk/Spock:

*H0rny thirst*

Why I actually ship Kirk/Spock:

Mutual support, respect, admiration, trust, love, slow burn, best friend turned love of your life, ultimate sacrifice, the depth of loyalty, being the most important to each other, showing our differences and vulnerabilities are strengths instead of weaknesses, depending on others isn't wrong, willingness to connect, "let me help" . . .

Soulmates, t'hy'la, found family, lgbt+ representation, domestic bliss at least for a few years for two people who really f**in' earned it . . .

Both guys not ending up canonically sad and lonely as they grow older bc they never really "settle” long term with anyone else besides each other.

Like what did you genuinely want us to do with that, like -- our boys deserve to be happy and they mutually love each other so much.

Heck yeah, I love the idea of the two of them growing older together while still being in love and best friends.

Having adventures, solving problems and writing history all over the universe together.

Having a stellar time doing it because being next to each other is their favourite place to be; on a Starship, being the best team ever. It's beautiful.

Another very important reason why this fandom and K/S has been a safe place to land for me as a member of LGBT+:

My connection to Star Trek started through my family, but I loved it because it offered me a glimpse at the kind of world that I'd like to live in; more accurately, the world I was desperate to live in.

The world I was raised in was bitterly cruel and violent to LGBT+ folks like myself. I visited far too many friends in the ICU, unrecognizably beaten after a gay hate crime, than I ever should have had to -- especially in my young life before the age of 20. Those are images and ugly moments burned into my memory that will haunt me until I die. People talk about how pro-LGBT things are these days, and sure, things are certainly better; but I think too many people have swiftly forgotten how dire things were for us even those short years ago, even now.

Gene Roddenberry did something for me at that time when I was so bitterly lonely, conflicted about identity, and self-resentful in my life; I had genuinely considered ending it more than once. But TMP novel did something so huge for me back then when I was so turbulent and alone in the tiniest way possible.

I read TMP novel in high school; actually reading something that even remotely resembled a bisexual character when I first read this line from Jim Kirk in TMP novel was such a game changer for me at that time:

That small sentence might be next to nothing for some people, but that was huge for me. So huge that I don't think Gene Roddenberry might have ever considered how big that it could be for some isolated, lonely kid out there reading it.

I cried my heart out in my room stuck on that page when I first read it, because it really shook my soul. It was proof that at some point in time, someone out there had been brave enough to express the kind of feelings that I so fiercely hid in my mind.

That might sound really pathetic to the people reading this, but you have to understand how positively starved a person can be for commiseration or empathy when you are on the outside looking in constantly.

It is part of why I have always related to Spock so fiercely; that sense of belonging nowhere, being "weird", of not quite fitting in or meeting expectations -- and constantly being reminded of it.

All those moments growing up when you look around yourself seeking validation as a child and teen, looking for like minded people or kin; I looked around and found myself reflected literally nowhere.

It's like that metaphorical hand suspended in the air, waiting for a high five, and not one single, solitary person meets you halfway. Not one crumb of validation.

Then everyone around you makes you feel like you're weird and wrong and malfunctioning and not supposed to think that way and just be quiet and don't talk about it ever. Just be "normal."

I was so damn lonely. And scared.

Nobody around me thought or felt like me. I was raised in a strict Pentecost upbringing. Everything to do with LGBT+ was unequivocally off the table.

If I tried to even tentatively broach the subject of bisexuality with folks, most people would respond with revulsion; as if it were some perverted, weird sex kink. When like everybody else, I simply hoped to be loved someday for exactly who I was. Plain and simple.

I was a closeted bisexual teen living in the bible belt. It was a sheltered, oppressive existence for anyone, but especially for someone who identified as LGBT+.

Sad as it might be, this was the closest thing I'd ever gotten in my life thus far to bisexual representation or validation. It was the first example I remember seeing in any of the stories that I loved growing up. Up to that point, I hadn't heard or seen anyone else in the world express exactly how I felt inside anywhere. Until James T. Kirk.

So forgive me if I somehow hurt or upset other fans when I read it through my own lens in my desperation to feel seen or understood. What other way can we look at the world and it's many stories, after all, other than through our own eyes?

To be quite frank, those few little ambiguous words from Jim Kirk in that footnote of that dusty old 1979 1st edition Star Trek: The Motion Picture novel that I still have on my bookshelf all these years later?

That tiny little sentence absolutely rocked my bisexual f**king world in high school.

That one tiny sentence meant so much to me. I re-read that page so many times. I even stuck a bookmark in the page and I’d pop it open after yet another long, shitty day of being harassed, chased, or called a "f@g".

Call it pathetic, but I’d feel a little sear of camaraderie in my angry, lonely existence. 'At least Jim Kirk has my back, f**k those guys". And it made me feel a tiny bit less alone in this giant universe.

I can still recite it word for word. I used to read it over and over again, just to have that giddy feeling in my heart of: "Oh God, what a relief. There it is. There I am. Someone else out there wrote down exactly how I feel inside. It's right there in this book. It's a real thing that exists somewhere outside my head."

For the first time in my life, I saw something even remotely like myself represented somewhere, and I found that in Jim Kirk.

Some people might call that "a reach".

By all means, go ahead.

But do that bearing in mind the kind of reality that people like myself contended with when you get “upset” that we might be “queer washing” your character by pushing for representation:

- Homosexuality was listed as a mental illness in the DSM5 until 1974.

- Anti-sodomy laws were not considered unconstitutional until 2003 in the US (as in you could legally get arrested/charged for engaging in homosexual acts up to that time).

- The Netherlands was the 1st country to legalize gay marriage and that was only as recently as 2001. Canada legalized gay marriage in 2005. The US did not legalize gay marriage until 2015 and they are currently gunning to take that right away again.

*It is important to note that the definition of spouse only included same-sex partners only starting in 2013; that means that if a person was dying in the ICU, you were prohibited from visiting them unless you were legal family. For decades right up until 2013, your right to visit your lover if either of you were on your deathbed was revoked on the basis that you were not married -- and that right was not even offered to LGBT+ folks till 2001.*

So, yeah.

Maybe it is "a reach" through your privileged lens, having all the representation in the world at your disposal if you identify as straight - I mean, God forbid we might like a scattered one or two on our team.

But it is also very hard to secure legitimate representation when the society and culture you grow up in tells you that you should not exist in the first place.

Not only demands that you shouldn't exist, but legally persecutes you for it or forces you into cruel, inhuman religious conversion therapy simply for existing. For trying to love someone else honestly.

So pardon me for being absolutely starved for even the slightest hint of a vapour that resembled representation during a time period when I was asked (moreso ordered) not to exist and barely wanted to as a product of it.

God forbid that my seeing potential bisexuality in Jim Kirk might actually put you off of your Star Trek chowder because "eeeewww, bisexual Jim" . . . how very selfish of me. /s

But sure . . . y'know.

I'm just mindlessly "h0rny", and all that.

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