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billthedrake · 6 months

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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

"Russ?" the voice called out as I walked through the big-box store parking lot. "Russ McAdams?"

Maybe it was the dark winter dusk or maybe I just didn't expect to see Coach Stanley, out of the classroom in his casual hoodie and jeans, but it took me a second me a second to connect the voice with the face.

Given how much I'd jerked off to fantasies about my AP History teacher back, I probably should have recognized him immediately. The guy wasn't the only dude I lusted after in high school, my body swimming in teen hormones and my head trying to make sense of it all, but I always thought he was the hottest teacher at Aurora High. 5'11" thick ex-baseball player muscle, thinning brown hair and a clean-shaven face that always seemed on the verge of a five o'clock shadow. Even the way he walked was a little bow-legged and a lot masculine.

He wasn't clean-shaven any more, instead sporting a closely trimmed beard. And he wasn't in his khakis and button down shirt now, but instead had on a puffy winter jacket and jeans, with a scarf that mostly covered a casual sweatshirt underneath.

"Coach Stanley?" I said as I realized who was walking up to me. Ed Stanley wasn't my coach, just my teacher, but all the school called him Coach Stanley or Coach S for short.

"Almost didn't recognize you," he said as he held out a gloved hand. I shook it. "Seems you've done some growing in college."

"Yeah, I guess I have," I chuckled and took his words to be a big ego pump. After I moved off to school and came out, I decided that I'd hit the gym. Hard. I was an athletic kid in high school, on the soccer and tennis teams, but I was slender, and my height made me look even leaner. But it was winter break of my junior year and I'd put on a lot of muscle since Coach Stanley last saw me.

"Well, you're looking good, Russ," Coach S said. I mean it was probably an innocent compliment, but standing a few feet apart from the guy, I got caught up in his blue eyes and bright smile for a second. All those silly adolescent puppy crushes I thought I'd outgrown came flooding back to me.

I know I blushed, but my red cheeks could probably be explained by the cold evening weather. I'd underdressed given I had only planned to pop in for a last-minute gift for my sister. "You running some errands, Coach?" I asked.

The man nodded and gave one of those trademark Coach Stanley smiles. Fuck I was gonna be jerking off thinking of him later, for sure. "I've kind of procrastinated but I'm here to pick up a tree." He gave an embarrassed shrug. "It's a lot of trouble to go through with just me, but you know, I guess it doesn't feel like Christmas without one."

I didn't know Coach Stanley's story. I mean, a few of the girls in my high school gossiped about his hot fiancee, so I think I expected him to be married by now.

"You busy shopping, Russ?" he asked. I half thought Coach would just say hello then go on his way. But I figured a teacher enjoys running into a former student. And I was a good student, I knew - academically successful and all-around "good kid."

"A last minute gift," I replied, holding up my bag. "Guess I'm a procrastinator, too, Coach," I laughed.

Stanley flashed me that bright grin, and it seemed like his eyes couldn't break contact. Fuck. "Well, I guess I better let you get on with your errands," he said. "Good running into you, Russ. Take care."

"I will," I said. "Good seeing you, too, Coach."

He paused and then added. "And if you ever want to stop by the school, say hi... I'm always around."

"Will do," I said.

We both kind of stood in the parking lot, looking at each other. I think we laughed at the same time from the awkwardness.

"All right," he finally said with a nod and turned to walk over to where the Christmas trees were set up.

He got about four paces, but I spoke up. I couldn't believe I was about to say this, but I figured if I made a fool of myself, it didn't matter. I didn't live in my hometown any more. And something about Coach's vibe made me think something was up.

"Hey Coach," I said. The man stopped, surprised, but turned around. I took a couple steps forward. "This may sounds weird," I said with a deep blush. "But if you want some help setting up your tree, I'd be glad to help out."

I could feel my heart pound, and I wanted the parking lot to swallow me, the embarrassment was coming on so strong. Thankfully, Coach Stanley's smile returned. "Yeah?"

I nodded.

He seemed like he was trying to check some emotion. "I'm sure you have better things to do, Russ," he said.

I had no inclination that Coach Stanley even thought about guys, but those words were when I knew he wanted me.

"My parents have some holiday party to go to, and I don't have any plans," I said. "I'm happy to help. Honest."

Coach paused then agreed. "All right. Maybe I can give you my address and you can meet me over there?"

We made a plan.

I went back home to drop off my shopping and to grab a quick bite. I had a quick change of clothes. I felt weirdly nervous, like I didn't know what Coach Stanley went for. It was a weird thought and unexpected I'd even be thinking this on a Saturday night before Christmas. I took off my sweats and slipped on a nice pair of jeans. A long-sleeve gray T and a layered T-shirt with my college logo on it seemed to be a nice jocky-preppy outfit and the snug size showed off my body pretty well.

"Hope you like it, Coach," I laughed in the mirror.

I went down to find some leftovers for dinner.

My dad was in the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of wine he was taking to the party. I told him I was thinking of going over to hang out with one of my friends. And maybe staying over if that was Ok.

Dad was the softer touch of my parents, but Mom probably didn't care. I was responsible, and they had a lot of me time over the holidays. "Just text us when you know your plans for sure," he said.

"Will do, Dad," I replied. "Have fun at the party."

"Be safe," he added, as went to get his coat, just as Mom came down the stairs.

They left pretty soon thereafter, and I cleaned up from my quick dinner.

By the time I got to Coach Stanley's place, I was feeling nervous, real nervous. I parked my car and walked up to the front door of the modest colonial house in a decent but not overly fancy neighborhood. I started second guessing myself. Maybe I'd been misreading the cues, but even if so I'd have some quality time with an incredibly hot man. I figured I'd just enjoy that for what it was worth.

When Coach answered the door, I was so turned on. Gone was the puffy coat and the scarf and the sweatshirt. My high school history teacher stood before me in a pair of jeans, sock-clad feet and a loose, thin cotton T-shirt of some fundraising road race. This shirt was a little loose but somehow draped perfectly over the rounded shoulder muscle and strong pecs. Even if it wasn't snug, I could tell Stanley kept his midsection flat and trim for a dude in his late 30s. I don't know why this was a major turn on, but Stanley wore a thin gold chain necklace around his corded neck.

"Glad you could make it, Russ," he greeted, his mellow tenor voice gaining a friendly edge. "Come in. I've just put the tree in the stand and was about to start on the lights."

I did feel kind of dumb. In my imagination, I'd come over and right away would be having sex with my former teachers. But here I was to help him with his tree. I took off my coat and followed him to the living room.

There were a few wrapped presents set to the side and a few family photos in frames. And there was a big bookshelf with hardbound books. But other than that it was very much a bachelor home. Sparse and clean, but not homey at all. I kind of liked it as a glimpse into Coach's personality, but it kind of felt lonely, too.

I set my coat down and followed his directions, holding the string of lights as he wrapped it around.

It was all business, but having two men at the task made it go more quickly. Next was the garland. Then there were a bunch of ornaments to put up - a couple of boxes.

"We don't need to do all of these," Coach said, handing me one.

It was a little frustrating being so close to this hunk in his own home. But it was a good kind of frustration. Sneaking looks at him. His handsome face, his serious demeanor, his hunky body. It was like every sexual thought I'd had sitting in his third period class all junior year came back to me, only it felt more powerful. Closer, more real.

At that point I wasn't expecting anything to happen. Maybe Coach was lonely at the holidays and just wanted some company. If so, I was happy to give it.

Then I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Let me just get by you a sec," he said. He reached up over my shoulder and hung an ornament in a bare spot. And just as quickly his hand left.

I wouldn't think anything of it, only two minutes later, he repeated the action. I paused and savored the grip of his hand on my shoulder as he placed the ornament.

My heart was pounding now. I waited a few more minutes, feeling this strange energy in the room. I really didn't want to misread things, but something was up. As Coach reached over and put a ball on a branch, I stepped beside him, almost behind him and put my hand on the middle of his back. Coach Stanley had one hell of a strong back, I could tell, and up close I could smell his aftershave.

"Mind if I get in here, Coach?" I asked, reaching up to the top. I had a good four inches of height on him.

As soon as I placed the ball, my eyes dropped level again and I saw those mesmerizing blue eyes. Quietly expectant.

I gently massaged that spot in his back, through the T-shirt and leaned in.

Coach's lips were soft, almost chapped, but they parted and I felt the tip of his tongue graze my own lips. As I parted them, our mouths connected fully in a kiss.

In my imagination of how this evening would go down, nothing compared to the thrill of that kiss. I was a young guy still, just 21, and I was realizing then that none of the guys I'd been with really knew how to kiss. Not like this.

Stanley's look was all serious when we finally broke for air. My heart was racing and I just sensed his was, too.

"You OK with this, Russ?" he asked softly. "I usually don't do anything like this."

I ran my fingers along the small of his back. I may not have had Coach's kissing skills, but I enjoyed being physical and handsy-flirty when I hooked up with a guy. It was something I learned from a frat boy I sorta-kinda dated and now something I consciously worked on.

Coach seemed to like it, and I could see his nostrils flare as my fingertips slid under the hem of his shirt to touch his bare flesh.

"More than OK with it, Coach," I grinned. Just being close to him I could tell how solid his body was, and that was turning me the fuck on. But I noticed Coach S wasn't making much move to touch me or feel my body. "More to the point... are you OK with it?"

He cocked me a little grin. "Yeah, Russ... it's just... part of me thinks I shouldn't be doing this."

"I'm not gonna blab to anyone, Coach," I said. "Promise." I ran my fingers up higher along his lats. Rock hard solid muscle that was more dense than bulky. I could tell the man was gonna give me new workout goals, already. "Come on... I want this so bad."

That made him smile. "I want you, too, Russ," he whispered, getting that serious look on his face again. And I was now getting my second Ed Stanley kiss, almost better than the first. And the man's hands were now on my waist, openly feeling me up as he pulled me into his body.

We made out, right in his living room, right in front of the Christmas tree, and our hands moved from gentle exploration gradually into groping. It was like we were copying each other's moves, and one-upping them.

The look on Coach S's face when he pulled back was adorable. I could see a crazy amount of lust but also the desire to fight it.

"I like to take things slow, Russ," he said as his blue eyes swept up my taller form.

"Works for me, Coach," I muttered, my voice cracking with lust. I mean, my normal MO would have been to go hard and heavy with a dude like this. But I didn't want to see the impatient young guy I really was.

He cracked a smile. "How bout some make out time in the bedroom?"

I nodded and followed him. The master bedroom was somehow even barer than the living room of Coach Stanley's house. But it smelled like Coach's aftershave and the scent hit me like pheromones as I watched the man pull the covers down and get up on the bed, still in his stocking feet and clothes.

Normally, I'd be stripping down, ready to get it on, but I followed Coach's lead and kicked off my shoes before joining him.

"Thanks for coming over, Russ," Coach said softly after a kiss.

My hands were on his chest. I was doing my very best to be a good boy and not grope the man too much but fuck he felt nice. I'd hooked up with some hot guys before, but Stanley was probably the hottest I'd scored. And the fact that I had some lingering high school fantasies added to the thrill. I was rock hard in my jeans as we lay on our sides, face to face.

"Not how I was expecting my evening to play out, Coach," I said. "This is a fantasy come true, to be honest."

He chuckled softly and ran his fingers along my flank. "It's Ed, Russ," he said. "You can call me Ed."

"All right, Ed," I said. "But I'm probably still gonna think of you as Coach."

He shook his head gently. Maybe mildly bothered by the fucking with his former student thing, but owning up to the dynamic. "Probably to be expected." Then he added, "You really better not fucking tell anyone, Russ." It was the first time I'd heard my former teacher swear, but the gruff tone was in gest, even if I knew Stanley had real anxiety about what we were doing.

"For real, Ed.... whatever happens stays between us." I took a deep breath and felt my heart pound. I was not good at doing the patient approach. "I know you wanna take it slow, Coach, but you make me so fucking horny."

That made the man laugh. "All right, buddy," he grinned. He pulled back and kind of sat up. I watched him pull his T-shirt off over his head.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I gasped, my thought going straight from my head to my lips. Coach's body was just incredible. Meaty and thick, but also in shape, even with knotted abs. He had a lot of brown fur on his chest, swirling over his round pecs capped with thick brown-pink nipples. And to top it off that gold chain clung around his neck.

"What?" he reacted with a laugh.

"You, that's what," I said. "That body is insane." I normally didn't verbalize my reactions to men when I hooked up. Then again, normally with my hook ups both men would have gotten off by now and be getting dressed to go our own ways.

Stanley seemed pleased with my compliment. "You're looking in fine form, too, Russ... come on, show me what you got."

I felt inadequate but I wanted to get the party going, so I stripped my shirt off, and raised the ante by undoing my jeans and pulling them down over my legs.

Already, Ed's hands were on my semi-naked body, feeling me up. Seems that Mr. Take it Slow was getting horny himself.

"Damn, Russ, you're not one of those Corbin Fisher guys, are you?" he teased.

I was eating his praise and his touch, too. After I kicked off my jeans I spread my legs to show off the hardon in my boxer briefs. I wasn't porn hung, but I measured up pretty well against most guys I'd been with, and I was certainly rock hard right then.

"You watch that stuff, Coach?" I laughed.

"I won't lie, Russ. That stuff's gotten me through some pretty lonely nights." His blue eyes met mine directly, communicating not only his desire but his vulnerability. For some reason, that made my cock twitch.

"No need for porn tonight, Ed," I replied. Then with an impish smile, I added, "Unless you wanna have it on."

He shook his head with a laugh. "No. No porn." He took his hands off my biceps and reached down to undo his jeans.

I swear my breath stopped as I watched him peel them down. I swear I don't know how and why I didn't realize that Ed Stanley had gone commando. As the jeans slipped down, I saw the thick brown hair of his lower belly, then a solid erection eager to poke out.

Coach was of average length. Totally average, yet thicker than normal. His cock was girthy and beautiful and seemed to fit him.

But his attention was on me, and as he scooted up back close to me he ran his fingers along the waistband of my underwear. "May I?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied. Like a kid unwrapping a present he peeled them off over my boner and then jerked them down my legs. My prick stood up and jerked in excitement.

"That's a nice tool, ya got, Russ," he growled. He stared at my cock then looked up to my face again. "You definitely could be in one of those Corbin Fisher videos." His fist wrapped around my hard meat and almost instantly his palm was smearing my pre cum down the shaft with its regular strokes.

I touched his dick, now, too, feeling like I had permission. He hissed, and I watched his face react as I did my best to adjust my touch and approach. "You into college dudes, Ed?" I asked. Maybe it was nosy or forward to ask. Coach wasn't old or anything, I'd guess mid 30s, but he seemed very much into my collegiate body.

He nodded. "If I'm honest with myself... yeah. I guess I think and wonder what if I'd done stuff back then."

I felt back for Coach S and also weirdly protective of the man. I let go of his dick and held up my arm. "Come here, Coach," I muttered.

He took the invitation and scooted into my embrace, nestling his warm furry body against mine. For a man in his early 30s, Ed Stanley was as hairy as a man in his late 40s. I wrapped my arm around his back and he held me in a similar grip. We humped our hard dicks together, slowly, but didn't really escalate the sex. Not yet. Ed just rested his head in the crook of my neck and held on to me.

"Feels nice, buddy," he said. Then, nervously, "you must think I'm a mess."

I patted his back. It was incredible how solid his lats were. "Not all, Coach... Ed..." I heard him laugh. "It bother you that I'm still calling you 'Coach'?" I asked. "Old habits and all."

Stanley pulled back. Up close his face seemed less youthful but he was even more handsome. I tried to memorize the soft lines in his rough-skinned face and the close trim of his beard. "It's probably not making me feel less like an old pervert, but it's all good, Russ."

He'd asked me to take things slow and we were just in this quiet emotional moment. Which is why I was surprised by the sudden move Coach made to roll me onto my back, with him on top of me. He was 5'11" and shorter than me but he easily weighed as much. I loved feeling every bound of his hard body on top of mine.

We kissed, and Ed was no longer doing the soft, gentle kiss. It was more the hard sexual kissing I was used to. Coming from this man, it drove me wild. Roughly he thrust into my crotch with his. I never was into frottage, and this wasn't gonna get me off. But as foreplay I fricking loved it. Feeling Coach S's athletic ex-jock body on top of mine, working up his own sexual heat to match mine as we sucked each other's tongues and then took turns plunging in and out of our mouths with them.

This whole evening had been unexpected and had played out with surprising ease. Only I realized I didn't know Coach Stanley's deal. On the apps, you know from the get go what the guy is looking for. I didn't know if Coach was a top or even if he was into fucking. For my part I was pretty vers and while anal was my favorite thing, giving or receiving, practicality mean that an oral hookup was more common.

The way Ed was putting his whole body into our intensely sexual make out made me half expect the man to kick my legs apart and ravage me. Instead he slowed his hips and paused, pulling back with a big fucking grin.

"Please tell me you suck dick, Russ," he hissed.

I chuckled. "Yeah, Coach."

That was all he needed to hear. Gone was the patient man. Instead he quickly scooted up and lined up his dripping cock to my lips. I mentally prepared myself, hoping Stanley wasn't the type to go into rough facefucking mode. I opened my lips and felt his prick press past them.

Thankfully after Coach pushed in three solid inches, he let me do the work. I didn't have a great angle or a lot of room for move my head back and forth, but that was OK. Stanley didn't need a pro blowjob, it turns out. After a minute of my awkward bobs, I felt his quads tense and his voice get real strained.

"That's it, Russ..." he hissed. His sexy masculine voice now needy. "Right fucking there, buddy.... so close... Yeah, keep sucking! Oh god, oh fuck... UNGH!"

His cum was hot and the load thick. The angle made it shoot against the roof of my mouth so it was a half second before I tasted him. He was salty and sweet and I was instantly hooked. I swallowed that ejaculation and moved my mouth back and forth, adding suction to coax out a few more jets. Other than the my sorta frat-guy boyfriend and a 20-something dude I went out with for a few months, I didn't have much relationship experience. And in my one-off hookups, my dick size meant I was more often then not being serviced orally. But damn, I loved this feeling of a man cumming in my mouth and down my throat. Particularly because it was Coach S.

He finally pulled back, a huge smile on his face. "Thank you," he muttered and patted my cheek. Then, he said, "your turn."

I watched as he quickly scooted down to get on all fours between my legs. I had been so focused on blowing him, I almost forgot how eager I was to get off myself. Coach was reminding me now, the way he licked up my boner, one side then the other.

Maybe Coach was closeted, I don't know. But the man knew how to suck cock. He had a good technique as he took me into my mouth and started working me up and and down. But the most amazing thing was his enthusiasm. Even though he'd already gotten his rocks off, the man was so clearly into this. Into sucking dick. My dick.

I watched him and enjoyed him, not overly urgent in my need to cum.

But, fuck, I felt Ed's fingers nudge my ball, and the urgency hit me. I thought of trying to hold back but I worried I'd mess up a perfectly great orgasm.

"Coach!" I hissed. "I'm gonna cum.... oh SHiT!"

I could hear Ed gulp as I pulsed my seed into his mouth. Then on my second spurt, he let out a deep, excited moan.

I leaned my head back and just enjoyed every wave of pleasure that coursed through me. I could get used to Ed Stanley's skills, for sure.

Finally, the man relinquished my prick and gently kissed up my belly and chest. I felt a little ticklish after the intense cum, which made him laugh softly.

"Thank you, Russ," he said, now raising his weight above mine, our soft dicks pressed together but our torsos not touching.

"Man... you're the one that's letting me live out my high school fantasies."

I could see him wince a little at that but he just nodded. "Well, I'm glad." He gingerly scooted off to the side, resting on the bed beside me. "I'll be honest, Russ... I don't know the etiquette in these situations."

"What do you mean, Coach?" I asked, turning toward him and running my fingers through the hair on his chest. I wanted to memorize the look and feel of this man.

He seemed shy now. "Sometimes guys seem to want to split once they get their nut. And sometimes they seem mad if I don't ask them to stay."

"I've done both, Ed," I assured him.

That seemed to relax him. "Well, you wanna stay for a bit? Maybe we can light the tree, enjoy some egg nog?"

I nodded, a smile on my face. "Yeah," I said.

That made him happy, I could tell. It seemed strange a man as hot as this could be so lonely, but I was happy to be his stand-in boyfriend or whatever for the evening.

We kissed some and then got up to get dressed again. As we padded back into his living room, I had to ask, "So... there been a lot of guys for you?" Maybe it was a sore point, but I figured if Ed wanted to some quality time, we could talk man-to-man.

He shrugged. "About ten. About half of those in the last year," he explained. "I guess I'm still figuring some stuff out."

I nodded, sympathetic. I had a different journey than Coach, but I understood some of what he was going through. "Well, I'm real glad I ran into you, Ed."

He smiled. "I'm glad too, Russ."

#drakestories

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moregraceful · 6 months

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i need to start discourse on sportsblr. of the team sports i can think of off the top of my head in this moment, who has the hottest coaches?

feel free to reblog with pictures to argue your position. i must know

obviously this is some guy corner and sometimes What Makes You Beautiful is a coach's kindness and care for the players. i consider this an acceptable metric of hotness too

#like gabe kapler's beauty is negated by how much he sucks as a manager. PASS #post brought to you by that mike mcdaniel photo set getting spit out of my queue #are nfl coaches the hottest i wondered? and then i decided i must ask the people of sportsblr #sports

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epicsteddieficrecs · 1 year

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Weekly Recap | March 27th-April 2nd 2023

Here's what I read in the past week! I hope you all had a good one :) Enjoy!

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🖤 TITS! magazine by wynnyfryd/ @wynnyfryd (No Upside Down, University AU | 12K | Explicit): TITS! the title reads in exuberant block letters. The hottest new male erogenous zone for the late 70s continues to blaze into the new decade. Herewith, a sizzling nine-page pictorial saluting those magnificent masculine mounds of pleasure. Eddie snickers into his fist. A pictorial salute to pectorals, indeed. Fucking man mounds, Jesus Christ. Then he gets to the centerfold and the laugh dies in his throat.

it turns me on that you care, baby by deadratz (PWP | 3K | Explicit): In their apartment with a broken heater and poor insulation, Steve and Eddie have each other to keep warm.

amplification by Adure/ @toburnup (Dreamsharing, PWP | 2K | Explicit): "And what if it's about you?" Steve asks, eyes serious. Questioning. "Would it still be a compliment?" Eddie's throat is bone dry. He blinks, feels each thought rearrange into something less comprehensible. Steve's hand is warm against his back. "As long as it's a good dream." (Part 3 of parasomnia)

Anything Can Happen in This World (For An Ordinary Boy) by InvisibleAce (Hannah Montana AU | 7K | Mature): So. Here’s the catch. Eddie Munson hates Steve Harrington, but loves ZTEEV. Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson but can’t tell him that he’s ZTEEV. He can’t tell anyone.

WIP

🖤 Steve Harrington’s Radical Fun Time Babysitting Service by Humanities_Handbag / @humanityinahandbag, Invader_Sam (No Upside Down AU, 90’s | 25/? | 98K | Mature): Alternatively: Steve accidentally starts a babysitting service, falls in love, panics [in bisexual], and gets himself a boyfriend. (Part 1 of 90’s Music Store AU)

🖤 Swing and a Miss by deadonarrival (Baseball Player Steve, Fake Relationship | 2/5 | 13K | Explicit): “Apparently they usually reserve the box for the wives and girlfriends … so either you’re gonna have to be my boyfriend or you’re going to have to sit in the stands with the fans. It’s not that bad, you just need to like, pretend to be my boyfriend so you can sit with the other WAGs and like, then you can be in the box and have all you can drink alcohol and snacks.” “Did you agree to this!?” Eddie asks. “If I say yes, how mad are you going to be?” Steve asks.

🖤 The Voice That Calls Me Home by DeadEyedGemini, spaceandjunk (No Upside Down AU, Phone Sex Operator Eddie | 6/? | 30K | Explicit): A little matchbook sits in his hand, a usually innocuous item, except this one has bold letters printed across the front of it in neon colors. The words read: Cruise Line-24/7 Homosexual Action-All Local and has a number printed across it. Steve blinks down at the number for a solid minute before he realizes what exactly he’s looking at, it’s a phone sex line for men interested in men.

No More Retreating by 3MinsOver (Post-S4 | 1/4 | 5K | Explicit): When Eddie Munson doesn’t kick the bucket in the Upside Down, he realizes there are a whole load of things he might have died without doing. And who’s there to help him out? Why, Steve Harrington, of course.

Re-Read

sloe gin fizzy, do it till you're dizzy by MacksDramaticShenanigans / @stevethehairington (Post-S4 | 6K | Teen): Steve doesn’t flinch away from the closeness. Just breathes and blinks. And then his eyes flicker down to Eddie’s lips and right back up, so quick that Eddie’s hazy brain would have missed it if he hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t been anticipating it. Eddie takes it as the invitation it has to be, and slowly, slowly closes the distance. His nose does bump into Steve’s as he enters his space, but he pauses, hesitates with his mouth hovering a hair’s breadth away from Steve’s.He waits for the rejection, for the brutal shove away, for the disgusted “what the fuck man?”. But they don’t come. What does come is Steve’s mouth, pushing forward to press against Eddie’s.

#epic steddie fic rec #steddie #steddie fic #steddie fic rec #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction

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eggcompany · 20 days

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Does It Matter?

Bucky's had his eye on baseball player Steve Rogers for like... ever. But he's too nervous to ask him out. That is until he makes a deal with his best friend (with benefits) Nat. Next thing he knows he's on a date... then dates.... then boyfriends. Everything is so great. That is until he decides it's time they have sex. And he hasn't told raging bisexual Steve that he's trans. That big blonde couldn't care less. As long as he get's his mouth on whatever's in Bucky's pants.

“Hey Nat” Bucky said as he barged into the dorm room. His best friend was sitting on her bed with her laptop in front of her.

“Hey Bucky, social or transactional?” Natasha asked plainly as her hands still typed away on her keyboard. The brunette was quick to look around briefly before ridding himself of his jeans.

“Transactional. Cashing in my IOU.” Bucky answered even though they’d long forgotten where either of their IOUs started and ended. The redhead put her laptop on her side table, stretching her legs out on her bed, patting at her lap.

It was their deal. They’d been best friends since 7th grade, friends since the Bucky moved in with an all boys foster family. They were fast friends, being some of the only people in their apartment complex who both spoke Russian. Neither of them had very good guardians, so they relied on each other. Bucky came out, started his transition, they both used each other to prepare for their partners, discovered themselves, and now they both live near each other. Natasha in the women's dorms as she takes her criminal justice classes and Bucky not that far away in his dinky studio apartment that he could barely afford on his part time mechanics receptionist pay.

They always had each other, for support, friendship, and sexual release. And to hold each other’s hair back when they went drinking.

So they had their agreement. Natasha wasn’t dating, trying to keep her head in her studies and Bucky was shit at getting dates. Orgasms and best friends. Benefits. Simple.

So Bucky slipped his tight cat print briefs down and off his legs, kicking them to be close to the bed. He had a pinched expression, frustration easily readable.

“You watched the baseball practice?” Natasha asked as Bucky climbed onto the bed, tucking his charcoal hoodie up to his armpits. He straddled her, bonking their foreheads together before he laid back, letting his feet go flat against the bed and his knees bracketed Natasha’s thin frame. His back baring most of his weight into the bed, his hips were cocked up, showing himself off to Natasha’s emotionless eyes.

“Yeah. Number six. Rogers.” Bucky said dreamily as Natasha rubbed her hands up and down the bulky thighs that framed around her. Bucky had put in so much work to bulk up and gain so much muscle, she liked it. She liked seeing him big and happy.

Bucky knew a little about baseball. More about sitting on a blanket under a tree watching the baseball team practice. Especially number six. Steven Rogers. Blonde hair, blue eyes, carved by god’s very hand. Hottest guy on campus, sterling reputation, straight A’s, and the incredible power to befriend anyone. Bucky had talked to him twice when he was a freshman and Steve was a sophomore, quick in the hallways, but still.

“I want him so bad” Bucky confessed for a billionth time to his friend as she let her thumbs rub up and down Bucky’s outer mound. Her nails caught lightly at the untrimmed hair in the crease of his thighs.

Bucky huffed and relaxed after a moment, legs falling that much farther apart. He closed his eyes and let himself feel .

“There you are” Natasha whispered and ran the pads of two of her fingers from his damp hole up to his cock. It was a bit bigger than a regular clit, Natasha always told him it’s just a jelly bean but Bucky liked to think it was bigger. He liked thinking it got bigger too, even though it didn’t.

Natasha made a small circle over his clit. The brunette moaned and ground down to try and get more of that feeling, hips digging in a small circle.

“Why don’t you ask him out?” Nat asked plainly as she made figure eights going from circling his fat clit before dipping down to rub just at his damp entrance before going back up.

“He’s so hot” Bucky breathed out as his hips moved on their own accord. His breath was getting quicker each time the woman’s fingers nudged at his sensitive nerves.

“And also so bisexual.” Nat teased, she’d heard stories of Steve Rogers and his many many many partners. Heard from the locker room how he was so passionate but caring, how him and the other blonde adonis would team up on anyone who was brave enough. She knew enough about Steve Rogers to know Bucky had a good chance.

“I think he’s seeing nine, Odinson. They’re always together and they have matching numbers.” Bucky lamented as he thought about all the times he’d seen Steve and the other mountainous blonde. Number six, Roger’s, number nine, Odinson. They were always talking, studying together, eating together. Of course they were usually with other people too but those two were always together.

“They’re not fucking” Natasha said easily and her fingers slipped inside the brunettes slit, curving upward in the way that made Bucky feel strangled. He gasped and whined, hands twitching and flexing.

“I don’t wa-ah-anna be a fu-fuck-fuck- fu-uck” Bucky started to pant, hands grabbing into Natasha’s soft red blanket. He couldn’t form words anymore, his mind quieted by the overwhelming pleasure. The woman worked both her hands, just in the way she knew would get Bucky to cum. Her right hand making rough small circled over his clit, rough and fast, while her left made long thrusts in and out of him, fingers shoving into his good spot.

She was ready, tissues covering Bucky’s opening as she used her nail on the underside of his cock. Bucky always made a mess, she was ready for it.

Bucky moaned and hiccuped a sob, shivering with the waves of his orgasm, tears prickling in his eyes. His hips bucked and twitched for a moment before the woman pulled her hands away completely, letting him calm down. Natasha rubbed the insides of his thighs for a moment before gathering up the soaked tissues and wiping away the mess left behind with a few clean ones.

“I don’t want a be a fuck thing. I wanna be boyfriends.” Bucky said sadly as his friend reached to the floor grabbing his briefs and slipping them over his feet and up to his knees. He sat up, pulling his underwear up and laying down the right way on Natasha’s bed.

“Ask him out then, dingus.” Natasha said and pulled his hoodie down, cuddling up next to her friend. They were facing each other, not enough room to even lay shoulder to shoulder if they tried.

“I can’t. He’d never-” Bucky started but Nat cut him off.

“I’ll go out for drinks with Loki and the girls if you ask Steve out.” Natasha offered and Bucky considered it. Loki was one of the people who went to the same classes as Nat, went to the same gym, and hung out with most of the other girls in criminal science. But Natasha never went up to them because she didn’t think she’d fit in. Bucky knew that. He knew that she wanted to be in that group. They’ll either succeed or drink their troubles away later.

“Deal” Bucky said and thought about how funny it’ll be to see Natasha be a part of the girl group.

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It took Bucky a week to get the courage. But one morning he brushed his teeth and blow dried his hair and looked in the mirror and decided it would be today.

“Hi Steve” Bucky said as he caught up with the blonde as he walked from the school gym. Bucky had been following him for half a block to make sure Steve didn’t think he was waiting for him outside or anything.

“Oh hey, Barnes right?” Steve answered after looking at the other boy for a minute. He only knew him because everyone talked about the guy with one arm and a perfect ass. Went to the gym late, hung out with one of the girls who kickboxed, and was always hanging out during baseball practice. He was a cute guy, scruffy face and long dark brown hair, and eye’s like a cloudy sky.

“Yeah, well Bucky Barnes but, yeah, um yes.” Bucky struggled out and looked down at the ground. Looking up at Steve’s blue eyes and face and lips and everything was making him dizzy.

Steve smiled and nodded, remembering where he’d seen the other guy before.

“I think we took a couple of the same gen Ed classes. What’s up?” The blonde asked and looked down at his phone in his hand, just checking the time. Bucky swallowed and looked back up at Steve.

“Um, I just wanted to ask you something.” Bucky said and Steve smiled and cocked his head to the side.

“Yeah?” He asked and looked over Bucky. From his velcro laced black boots to his buckle belt and up to his tucked in sleeve and pink cheeks.

“Do you- are you- you’re bisexual right?” Bucky asked, regretting as soon as it was in the air. But Steve just nodded and smiled, white teeth bright in the sunlight.

“Yep. Loud and proud, what about you?” That had Bucky scrambling for an answer. He didn’t know how to answer.

“I like boys um guys um you. I like you. Do you want to get food? Like a date. Do you wanna date- Go on a date?” Bucky finally got out, chest tightening into a knot with each mistake. Steve smiled more sweetly and moved into the brunette's space, leaving a few inches between them.

“Sure Buck, I’d love to get some food with you. I need to get a shower but if you want, after, we can get dinner. When’s your classes?” Steve asked and lifted up his gym bag. Bucky nodded and let out the breath he’d been holding in.

“I take morning classes, 8am till noon on most days except Monday when it’s till two. Um, do you wanna meet somewhere?” He asked and Steve held out his hand.

“Here, let me have your phone” The blonde was typing away at it as soon as Bucky unlocked it, talking easily as he made a new contact and sent himself a message

“I live in the Bachman's apartments with my roommate Sam. I can meet you or pick you up. Oh- actually um…” Steve stopped and handed Bucky’s phone back looking at the brunette's lack of left arm.

Bucky felt nervous for a second and looked away. People treated it weird. Some people liked it in a weird way, some people were scared of it and wanted him to wear his prosthetic 24/7, and some people refused to acknowledge it at all. He just hoped Steve wasn’t grossed out.

“I drive a motorcycle, you’d have to hold onto me if I picked you up. Would that be okay? If you wanna pick me up, that's cool too! I don’t mind riding shotgun.” Steve said, recovering. He liked Bucky enough, didn’t really know him yet but he was cute and genuine. He didn’t wanna mess up before their first date.

“I could pick you up. I have a car. I’m a really bad passenger, I prefer driving.” Bucky said and relaxed. He liked driving, he always got nervous when he drove with other people. And the way Steve smiled at him, it made him feel better.

“Awesome, then I’ll text you when I get home and we can plan where to go.” Steve said before giving Bucky a wink and walking off.

Bucky watched, a smile spread on his face, unable to stop the fluttering in his chest. He nearly dropped his phone when he tried to call Nat, seeing a new contact and message under Steve Rogers (your date) .

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“Hi Steve” Bucky said through the rolled down passenger window of his beat up black camaro. He loved the car. He’d got all the accessories so he could drive, he’d gotten his license in that car six years ago, had driven the thing halfway across the country and back, and moved apartments with it. It was a part of him and he wanted Steve to think he was cool. Camaros were still cool.

“Woah! Nice car! You wash it just for me, Romeo?” Steve said as he climbed into the car. Bucky had run it through the car wash, automatic so he was sure it was all clean. He smiled and preened a bit at the compliment.

“Yeah, she’s so old but I wanted to make it look good.” Bucky said and watched Steve look around the car, the leather seats and cassette player.

“It looks great, Buck. Thank you.” Steve said finally and buckled up, smiling as they pulled away from the apartments.

“So the Iron Bars?” Bucky asked, referring to the bar they had agreed on. It was a gay bar, a comfy dark bar covered in leather and chains. Bucky liked it, the owner was a hot older guy and his hot husband who was a doctor. He’d recommended it, Steve had said it sounded fun.

They chatted lightly, Steve asking about the buttons and knobs attached to the steering wheel that controlled the blinkers and windshield wipers. Bucky explained them, surprised that Steve thought they were cool.

The bar wasn’t super busy, there was a booth available and the bar was only half full. Steve went to get drinks and order some food.

“Do you come here often? I’ve only been to the gay bar across town, I didn’t know about this place. It’s kinda kinky.” Steve asked as he slid back into his seat and looked around. Lots of leather and chains and gold and red accents. It was nice though, clean and the music was nice.

“Yeah the owners are these cool old guys, they’re married and they have a float in the parade each year. I came here when I was eighteen and met them, they’re really cool. They helped me a lot over the years.” Bucky said and remembered the first time he’d come in, how one of the owners had refused him service because ‘ Babydoll you’re too young. That scruff isn’t kidding me.’ It had been the beginning of a friendship.

“That’s so sweet! When I came up here for school, I just had me and my backpack. My best friend was my roommate, he’s on the baseball team too, and he’s like a total ally, his sibling is nonbinary and stuff. I was lucky to have him.” Steve said and remembered getting sent up to the college, getting dropped off by the greyhound and walking into the city. It’d been scary, but he’d been welcomed in by a pushover best friend and his goth sister brother.

“Who is it?” Bucky asked, he wanted to know Steve’s friends.

“Number nine, Thor Odinson. He’s a right fielder. Long blonde hair, always got his shirt off.” Steven explained and Bucky nodded with him. Bucky scratched the back of his neck, looking away for a moment, trying to seem cool.

“Is he not… um bi too?” He asked gently, not wanting to sound… pushy or anything.

“He doesn’t really say, he’s got his girlfriend but we’ve um… we’ve done stuff, sort of. He doesn’t label himself as anything. A good time maybe.” Steve said with a laugh. Bucky nearly choked on his own spit at that but held back. Blinking away the sudden images of hulking, bubbly Thor and sweet, strong Steve together, big rough hands and huge hard- Bucky bit the inside of his mouth and shook that thought away.

“You’ve slept together?” The brunette finally asked, looking at Steve, gauging whether or not he was kidding.

“We’ve slept with people together.” Steve said nonchalantly, looking to the side to try and hide the pink rising to his cheeks. Bucky was dumbfounded, staring at Steve, waiting for an explanation.

“Like a threesome?!” Bucky whisper yelled, smile spreading on his face. He’d never been able to talk to someone so freely before. Except Natasha, of course, but never someone who he hardly ever talked to. He never felt like he just clicked with someone like this before.

“Yeah, we actually really like it. His girlfriend doesn’t mind if he has sex with other people as long as he asks permission first and they talk it out. We don’t usually fuck each other, just kinda get someone in the middle.” Steve explained, face turning a deeper pink. He felt embarrassed, like he was oversharing but the way his date’s face turned pink, it made him feel okay about it.

In the darkness of the bar, he felt okay if Bucky noticed his blush, he felt okay sharing, he felt okay saying anything.

“Oh… okay” Bucky said, a breath of amazement in his voice. It was hot. Really hot. Steve smiled and nodded toward the brunette.

“What about you? Got any friends around?” Steve asked and watched Bucky shake his head a bit before shrugging.

“I don’t sleep around much. I've got a thing with my best friend. We’ve known each other since… like forever. Not like sex, we don’t have sex. She’s not- she’s a lesbian. I’m just not… I don’t like people.” Bucky struggled to explain. He couldn’t tell Steve he had a friends-with-benefits situation with a lesbian.

“Except me?” Steve asked with a blinding smile, eyes sparkling in the dim light.

Bucky just nodded as his face glowed red. Their drinks and food got dropped off by the new bartender.

Bucky quickly started drinking his blue drink down, hoping the alcohol would calm him down. It didn’t. He felt twitchy in his seat and damp in his underwear, not to mention the speedy thuming of his heart.

Steve sipped his drink for a moment just looking Bucky over before smiling and leaning back in his seat.

“I’ve gotta ask about the arm, man. But I know this is just a first date so I’ll put my medical shit on the table too.” Steve said as he ate one of the fries that had come with the grilled cheese sticks he’d ordered. Bucky nodded. Everyone wanted to know about the arm. Or lack there off.

“That’s fair” Bucky said and got ready to hear about some measly scar or time Steve broke his arm. That’s always what it was, broken bones or stitches.

“I have a pretty gnarly scar on my chest from having open heart surgery as a kid and I’m immune to being freaked out by anything medical. I basically lived in the hospital till I was ten. Oh and I have a scar on my leg from when I broke it. Not as big of a deal, but still.” Steve explained and Bucky smiled. Broken leg, he knew it was coming. But hearing that the blonde had an ‘ ugly’ scar too was comforting.

“Mine’s pretty bad.” Bucky warned and gave Steve a serious look.

“Lay it on me, Buck, I can take it.” Steve said challengingly but gave Bucky a small smile, letting him choose to lighten the mood or not.

“Alright…” Bucky took a deep breath and nodded.

“When I was a kid me and some kids who I wanted to be friends with were playing in the woods. I didn’t speak English very well yet and I just did what they wanted me to. We were putting pennies on the train tracks and seeing what we could find and they heard the train coming. One of the older boys shoved me down on the tracks and my jacket got caught on a tie. It was a big rusty nail and it went through the cuff and got caught. They all ran away when the train got to me. I had to make my way back to the road, one the other kids fessed up and there was an ambulance there when I collapsed from blood loss. Cut it clean off, no chance at reattaching it or anything. They had to take it up a little bit more because of the damage but… that’s it. I have a couple prosthetics but I don’t like them, don't wear them. I’m on a waiting list for a mechanical one and sometimes I’m a test subject for the robotics and medical students. It’s not a big deal for me anymore.” Bucky explained and Steve was staring at him. He felt bad sharing his story. It was sad and it made people feel bad for him and it made him feel weird. Like people were only dating him out of pity.

“Damn.” Steve said and took a drink, shaking his head.

“Sorry” Bucky said shyly and looked down. He ruined it. Should have just said it was an accident.

“No like damn your cool I assumed you exercise with your fake because you’re so symmetrical. How do you even get a chest like that with two arms, let alone one.” Steve said and looked at the brunette's chest. He wasn’t lopsided or anything, he was built like a tank. A very well built tank. A very hot, very well built tank with a cute smile and scruff Steve wanted to know how it felt against skin.

But that could wait till later. Steve decided and took another drink.

Bucky smiled and they chatted about gym habits. Soon Steve was paying and they were standing outside.

“You’re a cool guy, Buck” Steve complimented and looked over at his date. Bucky was strong, handsome, smart, and made him really comfortable. Made him happy.

“Do you… wanna do this again?” Bucky asked, trying not to sound too hopeful. Steve nodded and looked Bucky over one more time, really taking his time. Bucky had had one drink and then just water so he was driving but Steve had… a few. Not enough to be trashed but enough to feel warm and loose.

“How about next time you pack a picnic and we can eat after practice. You’re usually spot.” Steve offered and climbed into his passenger seat, clicking his seatbelt.

“Okay” Bucky said and couldn’t help the smile plastered on his face as he drove them to Steve’s apartments. He pulled over and waited for Steve to get out.

“Come here” Steve said and was leaning over the console, hand on Bucky’s jaw, turning them to face each other.

“Can’t help it” Steve whispered before pressing a soft closed mouth kiss into Bucky’s soft lips. He hummed and pulled away, getting out only to lean against the window.

“I like the scruff… and cherry lip balm. I’ll see you next Wednesday.” Steve said with a wink and walked back to his apartment.

Bucky sat there for a long time staring at the windshield. Steve’s hand was still searing against his jaw, rough and warm, lips still pressing into his own, soft and careful. He was still in the midst of his daze when another car honked at him and he had to pull away from the curb.

As soon as he was back in his apartment he was pulling his clothes off and rushing to the shower, needing the memory fresh in his head as the hot water started to caress his body and his hands reached down to where he needed them.

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The picnic went well. Bucky was leaning against the tree with a blanket laid out, backpack full of ice packs and food. He tried to read his book but he couldn’t, he tried to watch the practice but Steve kept looking at him. He ended up just picking at the blanket and hoping Steve would be okay with cold turkey sandwiches and chips.

Steve had come jogging over after the team had left the field, hair darkened by a shower, wearing a pair of sinfully well worn jeans that fit him just right and a too-tight t-shirt. Bucky felt overdressed in his cargo shorts and zip jacket.

“There’s this weird dude watching our practices. Think I need to report him?” Steve asked as he plopped down, sitting on his butt, leaning back on his hands. Bucky felt his face heat up and he dragged his backpack to sit between them.

“I dunno, might just let him. He’s kinda a hottie. The whole dark and broody kind, totally my type.” Steve continued and leaned over to lay his head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I made sandwiches and- and I got chips. I don’t know what you like to eat yet.” Bucky said and pulled out the two sandwiches she’d made for Steve and the bag of cheddar and sour cream chips before getting his own sandwich.

“I’ll take you to my favorite place next time. Really good milkshakes and burgers. Super greasy, I can eat like… half of one. We can share.” Steve said as he dug into the food. Bucky ate quietly.

It was nice. Steve sitting so close, the fresh air, the nice weather. It wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. Even when Bucky had to wipe his face and asked Steve to hold his food.

“I’m sorry about last time. I usually don’t kiss on the first date.” Steve had said when they had both finished and were just sitting. Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure you do much worse.” He joked but Steve’s face turned red and he looked away.

“You’re not like that, Buck. I just… I felt like I had to. I really like you, I want to do this right.” Steve confessed, locking their fingers together. Bucky smiled and couldn’t help the giggle that broke from his throat.

“I really like you too, Steve. Feels kinda silly, though. I’m 22 and I feel like I’m in grade school.” Bucky said and Steve chuckled and knocked their temples together lightly.

“Are you the flustered school girl or am I?” He asked which made them both laugh. It was… a heart fluttering thing that had them both leaning in for another kiss before breaking apart and heading home.

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Dates kept happening until Bucky was usually lounging under the sunny window in Steve’s apartment in his tank top, relaxed and happy as Steve worked on homework or doodles in his sketchpad. Happy not to have to hide his arm, happy that Steve didn’t mind the scars.

Or Steve in Bucky’s apartment watching movies or listening to music or taking naps in his underwear because it’s so hot and Bucky had shitty aircon. It was easy. Once Bucky had gotten over the fact Steve looked like porn on legs and was more than comfortable being mostly naked around another guy.

Then it was easy.

Steve liked kissing, liked climbing into Bucky’s lap, sitting on the brunette's thick thighs, and making out with him till Bucky was panting and turning away. Liked sitting in Bucky’s lap anyway, liked playing with his long hair or running his knuckles over his scratchy scruff.

Bucky liked… everything. Liked holding hands and talking and hugs and cuddling on the couch and staring at Steve’s chest because wow… and of course he liked the kissing too. He liked the way Steve started slow and gentle, short little kisses where he’d pull back and look at Bucky with those ocean blue eyes, all glittering and beautiful. Then he’d kiss longer and longer till he’d gotten his hands in Bucky’s hair and their tongues tangled together, sucking and sliding together in a way that made Bucky’s core ache and his eyes water. Pressing their bodies close together, chest to chest, hands wandering.

He liked that when he’d put his hands out Steve’s arms, just holding not even pushing and laid his forehead against the blonde's shoulder, Steve would just huff and laugh and say it’s alright and they’d just hug for a while. They’d part and share a few more soft kisses before Steve would excuse himself to the bathroom or announce he needed to leave or Bucky would get huffy and say he needed to get going.

It was nice and comfortable.

But it wasn’t quite satisfying .

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It took a long time and some long talks with Natasha and so much more self convincing for Bucky to decide he’d give it up for Steve. That’s he’d show himself off. That he’d see if those rumors were true, if Steve would really fuck anyone .

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It was a Saturday, Bucky had been having a self care day, he clipped his nails and deep conditioned his hair, he took way too long in his shower washing every inch of himself. He took extra care to trim his body hair, trimming everything carefully from his light dusting of chest hairs down to the hairs on his upper thighs and butt. He called Natasha when she was studying and made sure he got everything and for some reassurance.

‘ Don’t be a chicken, Barnes. You’re ass looks great by the way.’ and Bucky was texting Steve.

He went through his apartment cleaning, under the couch to the tops of the cabinets, moving the rugs and mopping the floors, making sure his dirty laundry was hidden away and his bed was neatly made, put a towel under his nightstand, made sure he had condoms and tissues.

Finally he picked out what he was gonna wear. Steve was coming over to eat take out and watch movies and sleep over. So Bucky picked a pair of his new black boxer briefs that made his ass look nice and a pair of plain grey sweatshorts that Steve had said he liked and a soft grey Star Wars t-shirt.

He was comfortable, nervous but excited. He trusted Steve. They were boyfriends, they talked about everything.

Well everything except one thing. The one thing that Bucky felt actually mattered. The one thing that Bucky was terrified to let Steve know. The brunette started to chew on the inside of his mouth, worry getting heavier on his shoulders as he thought of the million ways Steve could leave once he found out, what if Steve freaked out or tried to hurt him or threatened him or what if-

Steve was at the door, knocking in a musical little pattern, take-out in hand. It was the cheesy pasta Bucky liked and box of hot breadsticks and a half gallon jug of the lemonade Bucky always said he liked. Of course.

“Hey handsome, Get it while it’s still hot.” Steve said as he walked in, pressing a soft kiss to Bucky’s lips as he passed him. The brunette couldn’t help but take a breath and relax. He almost forgot who he was dating. Sweet, kind, perfect Steve.

Bucky tried to stay calm and act normal. He ate his food, laid his head against Steve’s shoulder, tried to not think about what was hiding in Steve’s worn jeans. He was being very normal about his plan.

It was all good until they were into their second movie, in the dark of the apartment, and the blonde climbed into Bucky’s lap. Strong body solid and warm against Bucky’s own, hands twirling and twisting in his hair, lips soft and sweet.

Bucky melted into it, letting his hand go much farther than usual, slipping under Steve’s sweatshirt to feel his back muscles. He let himself sigh into each of the kisses as they got deeper, tongues twisting as Steve’s own rough hands slipped around Bucky’s body, one holding the back of his neck, occasionally squeezing, the other roaming from his soft brunette hair down to grope at Bucky’s arm or down his side.

“Steve?” Bucky asked after they had to pull up for air. He liked the way Steve looked, all flustered, blonde hair a mess, cheeks rosy, lips kissed red. Even when they turned up in a little smirk.

“Yeah baby?” Steve replied, hands going to the sides of Bucky’s face, one thumb rubbing across his bottom lip. Bucky swallowed, now or never.

“Do you- can- I- um…” Bucky tried to say but then Steve was bending down to mouth at his neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin under his ear.

“What do you need, Buck?” Steve asked into the thumping pulse in Bucky’s neck. It made the older boy gasp, hands grabbing onto Steve’s sweatshirt, knotting it up in his hands.

“Do you wanna… do more? Than kissing?” Bucky said as Steve finally pulled away. He held his breath, waiting for an answer. But Steve was smiling, pearly teeth on display.

“Oh~, Yes I would Mister Barnes, thank you for asking” Steve said and smiled into the next nipping kiss. He got Bucky’s shirt off in a rush, pulling it over Bucky’s head and throwing to the floor with a flick. His hands went right to Bucky’s chest, groping and feeling the heft of his pecs, thumbs rolling over his nipples.

Bucky was dizzy with it all, the way Steve hadn’t even faltered but instead leaned into it. Steve’s weight was heavier on his lap, pressing down on his crotch, pressing forward just a bit to press the stiff line of Steve’s cock against his belly. He was getting warmer and warmer in his pants with each hum that came from the blonde’s mouth.

“You’re so pretty, I love a guy with some meat on his bones.” Steve said into the side of Bucky’s jaw, nosing at the scruff there as his hands groped up and down Bucky’s torso.

Bucky held his breath. This was the part he could enjoy before they left. Or ruined it. Or worse. He tried to memorize the way Steve’s calluses felt, the way he kissed with his whole body, leaning in and moving with each motion.

“Mm, hold on” Steve said into a tongue filled kiss as he pulled back, peeling his own shirt up and off. Bucky stared at the scar on his chest. Light pink and faded down the center of his chest. Bucky had seen it, touched it before. It was the mark Steve wore with honor, not caring if people asked about it when he didn’t wear a shirt, not caring if it seemed ’ ugly’ .

“Cmon, I’m not doing you on your futon.” Steve said after watching Bucky stare at his scar. He leaned down and kissed the brunette gently and stood up, pulling Bucky up by his hand.

He went easy, being pulled toward the bed. It was easy to get lost away from his own head when Steve was kissing him, touching chest to chest, closer than ever.

Bucky didn’t even notice the whines that were leaving his lips as he pulled at Steve’s arms, his waist, his back, trying to bring him closer.

“You ready Buck? You want it?” Steve asked in a low, careful way. Bucky was lost in the way Steve’s fingers were teasing at the waistband of his sweatpants.

“I’m so wet” Bucky said before he realized what he said. He froze but Steve just kept mouthing at his neck.

“Hm? What do you want, Buck?” Steve asked again, pulling away so he could actually hear what his partner wanted. Bucky pulled away, stepping back and crossing his arm across his body to grab his opposite shoulder.

“I’m- fuck- um I dunno how to say this.” Bucky said and looked at the floor, he couldn’t stand trying to look at Steve’s crystal blue eyes at the moment.

“What is it? You don’t want to? That’s okay, we don’t have to do anything baby.” Steve offered, he hated to pressure into anything. He was fine with not doing anything. If it was with Buck, nothing was enough. He stepped forward just a bit, just standing a breath away from Bucky.

“I want it. I want it so bad. Want you so bad but um. I’m not… I’m trans.” Bucky finally bit out, eyes darting to the corner, getting ready for something. Whatever Steve was going to do.

“Does this mean anything for what we’re doing?” Steve asked, looking at Bucky confused. He’d been with a trans girl before, she was pretty fun, but Bucky wasn’t… Buck was special.

“I don’t have a cock.” Bucky said and looked at Steve with a matching confused look. Steve just cocked his head to the side and reached out to run a hand up and down Bucky’s arm.

“Okay?… Do I need to use certain words for what you’ve got? It’s not a big deal, Buck.” Steve finally said with a smile and nuzzled at the brunette’s cheek. Bucky took a breath and let it out. This wasn’t what he was used to but it was… so much better.

“It’s… I have a pussy.” He finally answered, the word sounding like a curse coming from his lips. Steve made a small growling noise as his hands grabbed onto Bucky’s hips, fingers digging into the meat there.

“Is that what you want me to call it? Your pussy?” Steve asked, fingers snaking under the waistbands of Bucky’s pants and underwear, just enough to tease. Bucky huffed and smiled, letting himself enjoy the feeling again, fear washed away with each filthy word that dripped from Steve’s lips.

“I call it cunt but that’s cause I hate it. Can’t imagine you calling it that.” Bucky said and ran a hand up and down Steve’s back until it was laying just above his jeans.

“Your wet pussy needy for me? You want me in your tight little cunt?” Steve said lowly into Bucky’s ear, fingers sliding down the back of the brunette’s pants, grabbing his ass.

“Oh fuck” Bucky moaned out as Steve changed the angle to grind together. The blonde nipped and bit at Bucky’s shoulder and collarbones, leaving marks in his wake.

“You thought I’d care? No fucking way.” Steve growled and grabbed roughly at Bucky’s ass, pulling the sweatpants and underwear down as he did.

“I did. Everyone cares. I’m too-” Bucky said as Steve pulled away to untie his sweatpants. Steve stared at him in a way that made his heart stop in his chest, eyes full of something… something dark.

“Don’t even finish that thought. I don’t care what everyone else thinks. I don’t care what you think. I want to show you what I know. ” Steve said and pushed the offending clothing down Bucky’s legs.

“I’m sorry. I’m just never with people like you Steve.” Bucky said as he kicked away the pants, standing naked. Steve looked him over, eyes still overflowing with that dark lusty hunger.

“Don’t apologize, let me have what I want” Steve said and slipped down to his knees. He looked at the meal that was ahead of him. Thick powerful thighs, trimmed hair, and a smell that always made his blood rush south. He couldn’t help but run his hands up and down those thighs, following his hands with his lips. He finally pressed a kiss into the soft, trimmed hair between them, pulling back to look up at Bucky.

The brunette’s breath caught in his chest, hands shaky at his sides.

“Sit down on the edge” Steve growled and watched Bucky sit down on the bed, legs spreading enough Steve could kiss his way from Bucky's knees to his soft spots.

Steve was in heaven. He loved this, loved getting his face in a hot wet cunt, loved the smell, the taste, everything. And Bucky’s hiccuping breaths were music to his ears. He wrapped his hands around the brunette’s hips, rubbing up and down his sides for a moment before settling. He was a breath away from what he wanted.

“Hit me if you needa stop, baby. Fucking gorgeous.” Steve said and felt the way Bucky’s hips stuttered with each word, breath gliding over sensitive skin.

Bucky was lost, head melting as Steve touched him, accepted him with such ease. He couldn’t help the way his hand grabbed onto blonde hair when a burning hot tongue ran from his soaked hole up to his clit and sucked .

He couldn’t register the moans coming from his own throat, his hand grabbing tightly, or the fact his leg had been pulled and burning denim was being pressed onto it. He tried to look down, to see, but as soon as he saw Steve’s darkened blue eyes looking back at him, lips pursed around his clit… he couldn’t help the sounds that ripped out of him, his body arching into it before falling back onto the bed.

“Fuck… There you go Buck, lemme have it.” Steve said and went back at it, one hand joining his mouth. He was careful but his own hands were trembling as he felt the mix of slick and spit covering Bucky’s hole. He pressed two fingers in and Bucky was arching off the bed, moaning and pulling at his hair.

He was in bliss, he wanted more but could barely take it. He couldn’t help but undo his jeans and rub harder on Bucky’s leg, feeling not ashamed at all with humping his boyfriend’s leg like a dog. He didn’t have enough brain space for shame when Bucky was shaking and trembling, moaning his name.

Bucky felt like his skin was too tight, like everything was flashing by his eyes, overwhelmed but needing more. He didn’t know what was coming out of his mouth, unable to keep his body still, felt like he was at the cliff’s edge.

And then he wasn’t. He was screaming out Steve’s name, thighs clamping together around the blonde’s head, grinding and twitching against the torturous face that had brought him there. He couldn’t even function, waves rolling through him till he was floating somewhere in the clouds.

Steve had a hand on himself as soon as Bucky’s thighs were at his ears. He couldn’t help but moan as his mouth filled with the taste that drove him crazy, he was engulfed by thick warm thighs as his hair was getting yanked on just the right way. It took nothing for him to cum across the floor.

“Fuck- Steve” Bucky said quietly as Steve was standing up, catching his breath. The blonde smiled and laid down next to his boyfriend.

“Yeah Buck?” He asked and was soon answered with a huff and a hand reaching for his own.

“Yeah I liked that too. I can fuck you later, if you want.” Steve offered and kissed Bucky’s knuckles.

“… later. Didn’t even get you into the bed.” Bucky said blinked up at the ceiling, his brain slowly coming back online. Steve laughed, a laugh that made Bucky laugh too, giggling naked in bed like a weirdo.

“You wanna get a shower? I have cum on my face and in my underwear and on my neck and hands and probably in my hair.” Steve said and looked down at his body, having left his pants and underwear on the floor.

“You came?” Bucky asked, turning to look at the blonde’s face. He was starting to feel bad because Steve hadn’t gotten to finish. The blonde smiled and sat up, leaning over Bucky.

“Kinda hard not to with a buff super hot dude cumming on my face.” Steve said and leaned down to kiss Bucky’s face.

“You can kiss me” Bucky whispered and Steve smiled into the slow kisses as they both came back from their orgasms.

“Shower, movie, then a fucking” Steve said and stood up, Bucky nodding and leading them to the bathroom.

Steve just didn’t think he could even get bored of it. Of Bucky’s throbbing clenching cunt, his snoring, his dry humor, his anything.

Bucky didn’t think he’d ever find anyone else like Steve. His passion, wit, cleverness, heavy hard cock, his anything.

EXTRAEXTRAEXTRAEXTRAEXTRAEXTRAEXTRAEXTRAEXTRAEXTRAEXTRAEXTRA

“Steve never finds boys who can handle us like this. So fucking wonderful, James. So hot, so tight” Thor growled into Bucky’s shoulder where he was holding up the brunette. He couldn’t help the words as they rolled from his tongue, his cock was engulfed by a tight slick ass. He looked at Bucky’s face, seeing his teary eyes and gaping mouth as moans and whines poured from him.

“He’s perfect, ain’t he? So pretty, our pretty little thing. My best fucking guy, yeah, my best fucking guy” Steve growled into Bucky’s other ear as he carefully fucking into the brunette’s cunt, arms supporting the rest of his weight. He loved the way Bucky’s tears were salty against his lips, his cries of pleasure like music, he loved everything.

Loved that he got to share.

“I’m going to cum, can I cum inside, sweetheart?” Thor asked quietly, voice like thunder in Bucky’s melted brain. He was quick to nod, wanting to be filled everywhere, wanting to feel it. He could barely stand it when Thor came, Steve right behind him, cocks twitching, groaning in his ears. He felt himself become full and heavy with hot cum, loving it even if he was sore.

He only regretted it when he was in the shower having to get rinsed out again because ‘ It’ll give you a bellyache Buck, just hold onto Thor, I’ll be careful baby’ as he was getting water sloshed up in his guts again along with a quick rinse to his sore cunt. He got lots of cuddles, surrounded by warmth and love, even when Thor left he gave Bucky a few sweet kisses and a hug so big Bucky feared for his bones.

Steve pampered him the rest of the week as thanks, knowing Bucky would be asking for it again in no time.

#egg_company #smut tag #fanfic #stucky smut #stucky #bucky fic #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x steve rogers #steve bucky #steve x bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stevebucky #thor odinson #natasha romanoff #smut fanfiction #smut fanfic #marvel fic

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plainemmanem · 2 years

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hello it is me modern!steve anon. my hc's r as such:

- steve is the hawkins middle assistant baseball coach . the boys are all obsessed with him bc they want to be just like him (also how did he pull such a baddie?)

- he dresses mostly like how joe dresses but sometimes a little more on the athletic side ? def owns lulu 5 in inseam shorts that he wears with big vintage shirts and nike blazers

- WORSHIPS the strokes and tame impala . julian casablancas is his idol

- unabashedly loves harry styles . would buy tickets "for his gf" but definitely wanted to go . he would coordinate outfits and wear a boa . harry's house is his fav album

- would play mlb the show like. religiously

- is either a cubs or cardinals fan but would make fun of anyone who would willingly admit to being a reds fan

- would still drive a bmw but it's like a 2009 that he bought himself when he turned 17

- def wears his glasses all the time

- gets mad about the colts record even thought he doesn't understand football at all

- is a feminist but when u start dating he becomes like . radical . before he was just like "yeah pro life pay women yadda yadda" but i think he would go to the indianapolis womens march with u and robin no questions asked

- helps robin set up her tinder profile . i'm talking like photoshoot

- literally always taking candids . whether it's u or robin or the kids he's always taking photos and he def has different albums in his phone so he remembers different events

- his lockscreen is his favorite photo of u which is definitely from a late night diner trip where u think u look gross and exhausted but he thinks ur the prettiest thing to ever exist

- he's teaching himself how to play guitar and it's very hard but he's trying okay

- tries to like modern rap but it just doesn't click with him . i think he would like older, softer stuff like a tribe called quest and maybe like wutang . definitely into vibey music

okay i think that's it but if i think of more ill let u know . if u can't tell i'm a big baseball fan therefore am projecting but i'm p sure that it's canon that steve plays baseball anyways?????

ok. Ok . OK. OK! OK!

so many more thoughts under the cut

i also see him being really into basketball, has a little group of guys he plays with and everything. they have a scrimmage every week and he’ll wear an old grey shirt that you cut the sleeves off of and really old, baggy basketball shorts that you can most definitely see his bulge through and he comes back all gross and sweaty and he’s so excited to tell you how he played bc he has that rush of endorphins after:)

loves baseball, takes you to all the games and wears a baseball cap and everything. makes you split nachos with him and he will literally yell at the players as if they can hear him. when things get real intense, he’ll stand up with his arms crossed or his hands on his hips, so into it. and every time there’s a bad play, he throws his hands up all annoyed like “cmon now, what are we paying you for???” and he cups his hands around his mouth and yells it. he’s so obnoxious i love him.

i can also really see him joining a band. he definitely teaches himself how to play bass and it’s quite honestly the hottest thing imaginable. i feel he also dapples in the drums, he loves the theatrics of it lmfao.

i can also see him being kind of.. basic when you first meet him BAHHAH like stereotypical “guy” — dresses in like plain shirts and jeans and his music taste is wack and a little basic and he’s kind of just normal. but then once he starts hanging out with robin and dating you, he changes a lot. i can kind of see him embracing more of his “non-masculine” interests and traits that he never knew he had bc that stuff really wasn’t accepted by his parents. he wears a gold necklace you got him (it’s a little dainty and a bit feminine and it looks so crazy hot on him) and he wears true outfits rather than whatever he has lying around in his room — he wears converse and nicer slacks and t shirts that are a little baggy and he has a nice watch with a brown leather band and he wears the ring you got him for christmas on his ring finger and another gold band on his thumb. he’s not really too much of a hat guy, but if he doesn’t really feel like styling his hair, he wears a cap, maybe a beanie if it’s cold. in the winter he’ll wear a white undershirt under a sweater and white wash jeans:)

he has “old man” glasses, as you like to call them. he’s tried contacts, but you told him a while ago before you started dating how handsome you thought he looks in his glasses, and you haven’t really seen him wear contacts since.

takes pics of EVERYTHING — even if it’s just a dog he saw on the street on his way to work or the funny way they spelled his name on his starbucks in the morning or a cloud that looks like a dick — he sends you them CONSTANTLY throughout the day. loves taking pics when you all hang out and he loves to do a photo dump at the end of the month (it’s mostly just you or funny pictures of robin. he’s also a sucker for a good sunset photo, he can’t help it)

i feel like he also gets more into more “feminine” hobbies or just things he wasn’t really allowed to do when he was younger. he likes to take care of plants and write little song lyrics throughout the day when they come to him and i feel he tries origami and he’s slowly teaching himself guitar and maybe tries drawing a bit — just things his parents never really approved of or saw any value in.

i also feel modern!steve is really into cars. like has a dream car all picked out for when he hits the lottery and every time you’re out, at least once, he sees a nice car on the street and does a little wold whistle like “damn. a 2016 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray.” and you’re like “what? is that a good one?” and he’s like “…. yeah, y/n, that’s a 55 thousand dollar car.” he will point them out to you ALWAYS, without fail. sometimes you’ll see a car you like when you’re out and you’re like “ooo wait steve what’s that one called?” and he looks up for a split second, squinting a little to get a better look at it and then he’s like “oh, yeah, a Lexus LC, you like that one?”

he also really loves making little spotify playlists for every occasion and he loves playing them for you and seeing if you think they’re any good (he thinks your music taste is so cool). he always loves when you aux in the car bc he loves listening to your music and finding new stuff and adding it to a little playlist of songs he gets from you/reminds him of you:) but then there’s also times he really loves to aux and he really does love his guilty pleasure music, he sings along to barry manilow without shame he’s just like me fr he is my new obsession

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you

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Usher was totally my club days- loved it:).

Dancing on the bar in Juárez, Mexico for my college's "assigned" nights there to party to "Yeah"...that's how I scored my college sweetheart who played baseball for our team...hahaha...and we all know baseball players are the hottest.

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rafs13 · 5 months

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Gojohime/Gouta fanfic

Here’s a k pop inspired fanfic idea of gojohime for anyone who’s interested. I’ve had it in my mind for a while now.

It’s called Sweet Debauchery.

It will include be a reverse harem romance where a lot of the characters are pinning for Utahime giving Gojo competition It’s slow burn, fluff, flirting, loss of innocence, angst, kissing etc in chapters to come.

Summary:

Sweet Debauchery is the newest hottest sensation in Japan, a boy band that has taken the world by storm. The billion-dollar group consists of 6 members who have the world to their name with riches and fame. Gojo Satoru is known as the Face of the group with his infamous nickname ‘’Baby Blue’’, known for charming ladies, wooing, and breaking hearts. He lives on the edge, on the high and fast life fueled by exhilaration, however, everything changes when he accidentally comes across paths with a lady named Lori Utahime. A poor lady with humble ambitions to become a professional baseball player ends up applying for a job as a personal assistant for the group to save up and fund her dreams.

Here’s the prologue

Prologue -D Day

Sunset had peaked at its zenith, and the sky shined a blood-red orange with dark hues creeping in. It was the eve of summer in the year 2020. After 7 years of tremendous preparation, 1 million auditions, and vigorous training, JJK Records, Tokyo’s most prestigious record label finalized their first official boy band. The idea to debut a new boy band came to fruition in 2013 when the boom of boy bands rose again in Japan. Before that year the interest in boy groups from Japan had declined with the Japanese audience as international groups (specifically in the States) dominated the music charts. However, a shift occurred in 2013 when a Japanese solo artist from JJK records named ZER0, debuted with his hit song ‘’Lost In Paradise’’ which charted number 1 on the Billboard Charts and went viral worldwide. The world was now interested in new talent found in the depths of Japan, it was a new world for a new audience to discover with curiosity. The culture and spin on music were fresh and unexplored territory.

This wave of change was dubbed ‘’The New Gen’’.

‘’Are you all okay with the conditions?’’

Six contracts were placed on a sleek metallic table in a horizontal line, all printed and ready to sign by the six young men standing before two male figures. The six young men all were found muttering to themselves in a small circle as minutes before they had, had the time to look over the contracts. The most they did was skim through the first couple of pages as the excitement to debut was too hard to contain. Behind the two men was a huge widespread fine glass-tinted window giving a view of Tokyo at sunset. It was a Friday so traffic, city lights, fumes, and people were buzzing on the scene. The city chaos outside was a huge contrast to what was going on. The six young men were in the office of the CEO of JJK Records, being offered to sign with the company as a six-membered group. Each contract presented to the group is seven hundred and three pages long, but out of all the pages, page seven clause three point one is the most important. This page included a list typed out in thick red capitalized words that stated the following:

The Ten Unbreachable Rules

1. NO DATING. AS A SIGNED AND ACTIVE MEMBER OF JJK RECORDS, YOU MUST NOT DATE. THIS ALSO INCLUDES SEXUAL INTERCOURSE WITH ANYONE, ESPECIALLY A FAN. THIS IS NON-NEGOTIABLE.

2.ALL UNRELEASED/RELEASED WRITTEN SONGS/MATERIAL, INSTRUMENTALS, REMIXES, AND COLLABS THAT ARE RELEASED UNDER JJK RECORDS OR BY ANY SIGNED ARTIST UNDER JJK RECORDS WILL BE COPYRIGHTED TO THE COMPANY. THEREFORE 100 PERCENT OF THE RESIDUALS/ROYALTIES WILL BE SUPPLIED TO THE COMPANY

3.50 PERCENT OF ANY MUSIC SALES MADE FROM THIRD-PARTY BRAND DEALS WILL BE GIVEN TO JJK RECORDS

4.ALL SIGNED JJK RECORD ARTISTS WILL BE ASSIGNED A WORK SCHEDULE REGARDING THE YEAR. OUT OF THE 365 DAYS IN A YEAR, EACH ARTIST WILL GET 1 MONTH OFF, ZERO SICK DAYS, AND MUST WORK OVERTIME/ON WEEKENDS

5.THE NAME, BRAND, MUSIC, AND IDENTITY OF YOUR ASSIGNED GROUP AND GROUP MEMBERS ALL BELONG TO JJK RECORDS

6.A LOAN OF ¥300,000,000 WILL BE PAID IN ADVANCE AS A NEW ARTIST. THIS MUST BE PAID BACK A YEAR AFTER THE DEBUT THROUGH SALES.

7.ALL SIGNED ARTISTS UNDER JJK RECORDS CONTRACTS ARE ACTIVE FOR 7 YEARS WITH THE OPTION TO RESIGN ONCE THE 7 YEARS COMPLETE.

8.STRICT DIETING MUST BE INCORPORATED INTO THE EVERYDAY LIFESTYLE

9.STRICT DECORUM AND PROFESSIONALISM MUST BE KEPT AT WORK, PUBLIC EVENTS, CONCERTS, FANSIGNINGS, AND ALL PUBLIC APPEARANCES. NO DRINKING PUBLICALLY, NO CRIMINAL/ILLEGAL ACTIVITY SUCH AS DRUGS, GANG/YAKUZA ACTIVITY, OR USE OF GUNS/KNIVES & INAPPROPRIATE ACTIVITY SHOULD BE ENGAGED IN

10.IF AT ANY TIME ONE OF THESE RULES IS BREACHED THIS CONTRACT WILL BE CEASED AND VOID

‘’Think carefully. Once the ink is dry you’ll belong to us.’’ joked the older male playfully, the man looked ancient as if he had passed his life limit spotting sunken eyes that were hollow you could barely see through them, due to being cast over by thick black shadow. The elder was sat down hunched in his chair with his slender weak hands resting on the table for support. This man was named Yoshinobu Gakuganji who owned JJK Records, he was notorious in the music business for making dreams come true for up-and-coming artists. Gakuganji made stars such as platinum two-time seller Mei Mei, a ballad/soul singer who debuted last year and is now gaining international fans. Teen pop sensation Momo also busted onto the scene debuting earlier that year in 2020, but has been actively promoting in Korea & Thailand outside of Japan. Plus Gakuganji hit it big with ZER0 which gave him huge credentials for his record label to the point that American labels are looking to do business with JJK Records in a partnership.

Gakuganji smiled at the view of the six young men speaking upon themselves, despite doing so he already knew they would accept the offer. These young men were desperate to debut, it was too easy for him to know that as they wouldn’t have trained for so long to debut. It made it easier for him to set his traps…

Aside from Gakuganji the other man now stood up placing a hand on his hip and waiting for an answer, in contrast to Gakuganji this man was middle-aged, presumably in his late 30s, and was bulky in stature with tanned sun-kissed skin. The man wore black thick shades of sunglasses, spotted a spiky dark brown undercut, and was clad in dark purple shiny clothing. His name is Masamichi Yaga, he is currently the CEO of JJK Records, he specifically is responsible for scouting potential trainees, all auditions that take place to select trainees, and the whole training process. He would drop trainees like flies if he believes they are too lazy, weak-minded, and fail to progress/improve. For one to make it to debut is a testimony itself, because the training period is madly chaotic and built for the Marines.

The fact that literally 10-year-olds are trainees is astonishing as it can make (lead to debut) or break (become cut after years of sacrifice to train) a person. Both sides of the coin are tainted.

‘’So…do we have a deal?’’ Yaga spoke up, and the group split quickly after hearing Yaga’s voice. The names of the six young men were as follows: Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Zenin, and lastly Choso Kamo.

The first to get scouted and join the company as a trainee was Toji at the age of 15 years old. He originally got scouted to be a child actor under the acting division of JJK Records after a talent scout saw him and thought he would make a good child villain in a TV show. But he was a terrible actor, he could never remember his lines and later got transferred over to train after showing promising skills in rapping. By blood, Toji is a part of the Zenin Clan, one of the most prestigious families in Tokyo known for being elite in talent. Every member was exceptional in something and had built an empire. Still, Toji was VERY average and couldn’t make a name or make a living for himself independently leaving him banished from his family. As a member of the Zenin Clan, Toji inherited the family's good looks with raven dark hair and spiky tussled bangs, emerald shiny tinted eyes, and a lean long muscular build, but was still seen as average to his family in terms of their standards. But Toji still had a huge share of female admirers from girls to women. He trained for 10 years, working normal odd jobs to get by while he trained watching other trainees debut before him left him bitter and filled with jealousy. Despite his hardships, Toji learned how to pull on his strengths, being born with a lot of strength in his bones and body, he used that ability to hone in on acrobatic skills. This was a skill no one else had which kept him from being cut as a trainee and eventually led to his debut at 25 years old being the oldest member.

Toji was extremely jealous of Gojo Satoru though, even though he had come to like him after training with him for some time, Gojo had trained for 6 months and was chosen to debut so fast. Gojo Satoru was the golden boy, the be-all and do-all, the Ace who could do almost everything well without much effort. Dancing, singing, performing, you name it. Like a Chameleon Gojo could copy, rinse, and repeat anything taught to him. His brain works at an advanced level and his eyes can scan and picture anything he sees just like a camera. Many things about Gojo made everyone fond of him, he dripped charisma and charm without even trying, and his undeniable aura drew whoever was around him to him like a magnet. Guys wanted to be his friend and be him, girls wanted to date him, and old women wanted their daughters to marry him for him to become their son-in-law. At 6 feet 5, with messy silver-white hair undercut, and cerulean crystal orbs of blue eyes that looked like an image of the sky trapped in time, it was very easy to fall for him or be jealous of him.

One look at his baby blue eyes and dreamy lopsided smile was enough for any girl to be under his love spell. Let's just say his rizz is insane. The world was at Gojo’s fingertips and he loved it, he was ready for the fun of the music world, and choosing this life meant he was free from his family’s rules. Like Toji, Gojo was from a wealthy family/clan, but he decided to pursue a music career to gain independence, so getting a shot at living the high life as a celebrity didn’t hurt.

Gojo was hungry for it and would devour every part of the experience.

Nothing would bring him down.

Gojo accidentally got scouted after his best friend Suguru Geto got scouted at the mall for an audition at JJK Records. Geto had told Gojo about being scouted and was convinced by his other best friend Leiri Shoko to do the audition as she saw the huge opportunity Geto had. Geto only agreed after Shoko asked him to do it because he had a huge fat crush on her then. All 3 of them went to Geto’s audition, Geto and Gojo saw it as a fun joke to kill time. But Geto passed his audition with flying colors by singing (never expecting to make it that far), and Gojo was scouted without an audition based on his looks alone. Shoko wasn’t offered anything but was okay with it as she already dreamed of becoming a doctor.

Like Gojo, Geto is exceptional but his strongest traits are singing/songwriting. You see his voice brought liquid gold out of the ears of whoever heard it. His voice is sultry, breathy, and husky in tone, but the control and power over it is strong. Geto could hit high notes like nothing after months of training, his whistles were insane and his voice could go dangerously low to the point that other female trainees could not stand around the guy without falling in love. It didn’t help that he had long long sleek luscious jet-black hair that he loved to tie in a bun or half bun leaving the remaining hair out. Or his attractive androgynous facial features and nose and ear piercings that set the bill. With his lax but sweet charming behavior, Geto was a genuinely nice guy to be around. Geto also trained for six months but truly fell for being a music artist once he saw how his voice moved the room whenever he sang at evaluations/in practice. From then on his dream was to move people with his voice and help others with his songs, he wanted to share his gift with the world. He like Gojo debuted at the age of 23.

Likewise, Kento Nanami shared the same conviction as Geto, using his gifts to help others in the world. Nanami got scouted in a bathroom at a dance competition where he competed and won 1st prize. At the time Nanami was going through an emo B-Boy phase after being tired of dancing at contemporary/ballet competitions and always winning 1st prize. To challenge himself he decided to learn breakdancing for fun in one week and compete, but to his dismay, he was amazing and defeated all the competition. Kento had been dancing ever since he was three years old, he would be what you classify as an abnormal dancer. The art ran through his veins, it was like breathing to him. He mastered tap, jazz, contemporary, ballet, hip-hop, alternative dance, and Afro-fusion, at the age of 13 years old, and mastered breakdancing at 19 where he became a trainee. You see Nanami could have debuted earlier but didn’t because he kept leaving and returning to the company, his training period lasted for 3 years as he took many hiatuses to find his true purpose in life.

Other trainees didn’t have this luxury but Nanami was given the grace because he was simply too good of a dancer to let go. JJK Records even had plans to debut him as a soloist, as he also is an amazing singer but he turned them down because he was still searching to see if dance was his true purpose. Nanami even had a normal job for a while as a stockbroker but found no purpose in that and left. His reason for returning to train at JJK Records was that he danced to cheer up a sad girl at a bakery after she was having a bad day. His dance lifted her mood completely and the light in her eyes returned, that hopeful look she gave was something he drew out with his dancing, and from there on Nanami knew his purpose.

When dancing Nanami’s body flowed like water, moving slowly and smoothly like a pouring stream of water at the riverside. Peaceful and serene. But then he would bring up the tide of the water and go hard with a splash, leaving the audience quenched with thirst for more. Girls couldn’t get enough of him. You could not take your eyes off of him. His hips were a danger zone because the way he could move them was unhuman-like. He was incredible. Nanami's biracial heritage was also another insight that drew him admirers from many female trainees, he is Japanese and Danish and the perfect blend of the two. With a rich champagne blond undercut neatly parted and styled, stunning cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass, a tall build and defined long jawline, warm chocolate brown eyes, and creamy beige skin, you’d think he’d be a model on the page of Vogue (he also declined the chance to model for them years ago). The humble, caring, and honest character traits of Nanami are something Yaga couldn’t let go of regarding this group. He cared for other trainees and was often one to help out a trainee if they were stuck, his best friend Haibara was cut and that devastated him but Nanami told Haibara he would debut for him. Nanami debuted at 22.

The last two members Ryomen Sukuna and Choso Kamo debuted under sad circumstances. Sukuna lived the ghetto life, he was born in the slums of Japan and was involved with the Yakuza from the age of 10 years old. He committed crimes like stealing money from stores, participating in drivebys, and selling drugs on the corners of the streets at night. Despite his struggles, Sukuna would rap to escape it and taught himself how to do so by watching old-school rappers such as 50 Cent, Nas, Tupac, and Notorious B.I.G. He even learned English from studying their videos and watching their interviews over and over again. Rapping and MCing were something that Sukuna could do to express himself and the hardships he was facing, he was a lyricist who could play on words well and could rap extremely fast.

JJK Records came across Sukuna after hearing a mix tape of his on an underground radio station, as soon as the company was aware of him they searched to find his whereabouts and asked him to train with the offer of being in the company's boyband. His position was already secured, and Sukuna accepted with the hopes of becoming a rapper/MC who could be respected internationally. He was scouted at 20 years old and trained for 4 years. The company needed someone who had a gruff, hard exterior, someone who could bring the smoke, and Sukuna had that. He’s crazy, unpredictable, and deadly you never know what he’s thinking and will bring the fire. His hot pink hair, face tattoos, bulky body, handsome face, and somewhat sadistic character brought a darker edge to the group. He had many female admirers too like the others because of the list mentioned before, and he would often flirt with them despite not being allowed to. Sukuna debuted at 24.

Choso Kamo is the boy lolita type, a little dim-witted, shy, and innocent and he is the youngest of the bunch. Choso trained for 2 years and was scouted at the age of 16 years old. Before becoming a trainee he was living in a foster home with his other friends who he took as siblings. When it came to talent Choso could sing well, his voice was great for harmonies and blending with other voices. His talent lay in his voice being used as an instrument to amplify and invoke a feeling/vibe. He was the only member who knew of JJK Records before auditioning and attended an audition of his own free will. Choso barely passed his audition due to his huge stage fright but spent 2 years overcoming that. However, he still comes off as shy and unsure of himself but tries his best. Yaga decided to debut Choso because he believed his talent for harmonies with any other voice/vocal was needed for the group. In addition, Choso also carries a cute, meek relatable persona which would be easy for the audience to relate to and crush over. Choso was adorkable, he wore sweaters and jeans that were too big for him and tied his black spiky hair with two puffs. His talking voice was sweet and earnest, and his pale shiny skin, toothy smile, luminous violet eyes, and purple eye shadow made him look like a cute luscious vampire. He is too cute for his good but when he gets serious another mature sexy side of him comes out.

Choso won the popular junior trainee award after 1 month of training, and most of the votes were from junior trainee fangirls.

All six members had spent time training together and forming a genuine bond despite fighting at times. They had hoped to debut together because they all got along. Despite Toji’s secret jealousy of Gojo, he did respect his talent and drive to show up and work. Everyone loved Nanami’s leadership Geto’s support, and Sukuna’s will to stick up for others especially when it came to Choso who got bullied by other trainees. But from now on the group's relationship would be truly tested. Once they debuted there was no going back.

‘’Yes, Yaga. We’ve all talked it through since we got the news. We’ve taken a little time to look at the contracts but we trust we are in good hands.’’ Nanami spoke kindly, Gojo brushed past the group and went up to Yaga leaning his hands on the table before the contracts. Gojo groaned like a kid in the candy store, his patience was running thin.

‘’We’ve gotten all of the formalities out of the way now. Let’s sign and move on to the good stuff.’’ Gojo groaned now bouncing up and down like a manchild. Geto shook his head and Nanami laughed in agreement. They both knew Gojo couldn’t contain his excitement.

‘’What I wanna know is what our group name is gonna be, it better not be cringy or some crap like that.’’ Sukuna deadpanned shoving his hands in the pockets of his camo pants.

‘’It’s not gonna be cringy, if so we’ll just force them to change it.’’ Toji chimed now stretching his arms and legs as all the other members laughed, before he and the other members went to sign their contracts.

Choso signed his contract slowly with a small smile on his face, ‘’I can finally get my siblings and me out, we can have a better life.’’ he whispered sadly, Geto placed a warm hand on Choso’s shoulder as a sign of comfort.

‘’You should be proud of yourself Choso. And don’t worry you and your siblings will be fine.’’ Geto reassured Choso

‘’You did good kid,’’ Sukuna says giving Choso a small punch on the arm, before Gojo whines and groans again loudly slouching down his body for dramatic effect. ‘’Stop with the waterworks already, we should be celebrating we just got signed,’’ he whines

All the contracts are signed and Yaga takes them off the table as Gakuganji stands up to leave the room bidding the group a small wave on his way out. Yaga then turns his back towards the group with his hands behind a serious feel to the atmosphere.

‘’Congratulations to you all. You’ve worked hard. Celebrate if you must, but that will only be for a short while. All 6 of you have a lot of work ahead of you. Once you debut everything will change, but you must stay grounded’’ Yaga started ‘’But first things first. I will reveal to you the group name.’’

Finally, Gojo thought to himself as he could see his friends look up in anticipation to hear what it was, the name of this group would be its trademark to the world. It had to be catchy and work well with the public. If not the group won’t hit well with the public and Gojo would have to kiss goodbye to his independence and chance at the high life.

‘’So what is it Yaga we don’t have all day?’’ Gojo yelled

‘’Watch it Satoru…Anyway…All six of you will debut next year. The name of your group will be…..’’

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Late 2020

Lori Utahime sat in her bedroom faced with an old Mac laptop in front of her, the room was very small and cramped, there was only enough space for a bed and mini wardrobe. Plain and bland were the words to explain how the room looked, it was grey and beige with minimal decoration or color. That’s the kind of person Lori was, she didn’t care about the vanities of the world, what mattered to her was the important things, the little things.

The only thing she cared about was her little dream. The dream wasn’t much but she just wanted to play baseball as an official athlete in the women's league. At age 11 she fell in love with the sport after watching a group of teens play baseball at her school, how they all worked as a team and achieved victory as a unit. Lori was often alone and isolated from others as a child, her interests often didn’t align with the other girls her age. She was into baseball, rock climbing, cartoons cosplay, and geeky stuff, while every other girl was growing up, being in love, and starting their life as a young woman. Boys saw her as weird for not being girly enough, they also judged her for the huge scar she has on the bridge of her nose, calling her names.

She wasn’t an attractive girl in her eyes, just a bland one.

That was okay with her, she was content with that.

Lori’s dream to compete in baseball professional was on the verge of a breakthrough, she worked hard at practicing in the batter position and was good enough to eventually be scouted by the women's Tokyo team for training. However, due to financial issues, Lori couldn’t afford to pay the fees and had to help out her family with the bills. She came from a poor family and times had gotten much harder since her dad got ill, therefore more financial burden fell on her. To help with the burden Lori left her baseball training behind to get a normal office job, it paid okay but it was a temporary role and now she desperately needed a new job.

The laptop screen was on the Indeed job search website, numerous jobs had been applied to but Lori just kept scrolling applying for any job she felt suitable for.

A buzzing sound came from Lori’s jeans pocket, it was her phone ringing, and in quick haste, she answered.

‘’Hello, this is Lori Utahime. May I know who’s speaking?’’ Lori spoke in a professional relaxed tone

The call was from the Human Resources & Administration Team of JJK Records, Lori had interviewed for a position as a Personal Assistant and had not heard anything in 3 weeks. The interview went well so she was hoping she’d get the job.

‘’Thank you Lori Utahime for taking the time to attend the interview for this position. We are truly amazed at your credentials and skills. Congratulations, we would like to offer you the role of Personal Assitant. Please let us know if you’d accept this offer.’’ said the voice from the other side of the phone.

Lori stood up slowly, gave herself a small congratulatory pat on the back, and gave a small smile before answering.

‘’Thank you, Nitta, I’d be delighted to take the offer.’’

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