Eddie finds himself being interrogated by a strange duo...
Max and Will show up on his doorstep unannounced. Obviously Max and Will are friends, but they aren’t as close as they are to some of the other kids, so Eddie finds it strange that the two of them show up together. It’s not until they invite themselves in and bombard him with questions and a plan that he understands why.
Max gets right into it as soon as he sits down, “Eddie. You have to date Steve.”
He laughs, “Wait- what? Why do I have to date Steve?”
“You’re the only one old enough out of the three of us and that way we can live vicariously through you.”
Eddie raises his brow, trying his damndest to not laugh. He fails miserably, falling back holding his stomach as he cackles.
“Live vicariously through me? Wait hang on- you both have crushes on Steve? Oh my god I have to tell Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin.” He starts crying because he’s laughing so hard.
Will crosses his arms, waiting for him to calm down so that he can talk.
“She’s right. While Max has Lucas and I have Mike, the three of us all share the same thing in common: we think Steve is hot. The only problem is that out of the three of us, the only one who is old enough to date him and actually single is you. Steve literally just came out as bi so you have a chance. Plus, that means you can tell us what he’s like as a boyfriend and we can all talk about him together.”
Eddie feels like his eyes are about to pop out of their sockets, “Holy shit you two are serious about this.”
“C’mon Eddie. Ask him out? For us?” Max looks up at him with big eyes, Will getting the hint and following suit.
Eddie looks down at the two of them, “I-I’ll think about it.”
Part 2
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Thinking a whole lot about how good it feels to see someone after the anticipation has been building for a while. There's not much I love as much as a good sexual tension.
Maybe it's been a while since you last saw your dad's best friend but now he's here in front of you, you're counting down the minutes until you can get him alone.
It's hard in a room full of people though. He's just walked into your parents' kitchen, a beer in his hand and as soon as you realise he's looking at you, you look away. You know yourself well enough. Maintaining eye contact with him would leave you fizzling and it's much too early for that.
He doesn't look away. No one would have noticed he's staring but you can't help wondering what he's thinking about. Is he imagining the last time he saw you and how pretty your face looked painted with thick stripes of his cum? Or is he imagining how it feels to slide into you, burying himself to the hilt in your warm, wet, fluttering cunt? Maybe he's imagining the way you beg him not to pull out; the way you clamp your thighs around him and make sure there's no chance of him cumming anywhere except inside you.
If he wasn't thinking about any of that before, you're convinced he must be now. He's leaning against the kitchen counter, ignoring a conversation going on around him with a smirk on his lips and you have to wonder if he can read your mind.
'I'm going upstairs, follow me in 10.' You send the text and leave the kitchen without even looking at him. You have yourself convinced that if you look at him, people will know. They'll know everything. They'll know you think of him every time you touch yourself and they'll know that doesn't even come close to actually being with him.
You've been settled in your room for 14 whole minutes before the door opens.
"Couldn't even hold it together a couple of hours?" Bucky sounds smug and he has every right to.
"I could but I didn't want to. Why should I?" You're on him in seconds, tugging at the collar of his shirt, using it to press his lips against yours.
It's a frantic kiss, all tongue and teeth and breathy moans, hushed as much as possible.
"I want to go back downstairs with your cum dripping out of me." You don't have time to waste so you might as well get right to the point.
"Sweetheart, we both know that's not what you need." Bucky's fingers trail up the inside of your thighs, under your skirt. "You don't need me to cum. You need me to take the edge off."
The soaked fabric of your panties only proves his point. He watches you while he trails his fingers in concentrated strokes against your clit, enjoying every tiny gasp he earns from you.
"I can treat you properly later like we planned. Just let me help you out." His eyes are trained on yours while he slips your panties down your bare legs. With your cunt exposed, he presses you back onto the bed, kissing from your knees, up the inside of your thighs.
One finger sinks inside you, followed by another before his lips seal around your clit, his tongue flicking beautifully.
You've gone from no stimulation to so much at once and it's making your head spin. God, he's good at that. He needs this just as much as you do and it's lovely to be with a man who gets off on eating you out the way he does.
The way his fingers curl inside you is truly breathtaking. "You're going to have to be quiet, angel. At this rate, the whole house will know I'm up here making you cum against my mouth."
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Okay but imagine a workaholic with a physically active job who breaks/injures one of their limbs and literally cannot work for a few weeks or months. Their body comes to a screening halt, they're already crabby and hurting and then the LEISURE SICKNESS kicks in!! So now they're not only in pain, they're a sick, pathetic, contagious mess can you imagine the misery and the need for cuddling and coddling
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Thinking a lot about this idea lately that my V, with his Corpo background, all the connections he's made, his ambition and drive (which is sometimes not really healthy or good for him) just would make a scary efficient Fixer. He'd know how to wrap people around his finger to get what he wants, probably know and see connections that others don't, and treat his job like a miniature corporation basically.
Having lived through the corporate machinery, having been that little replaceable cog, he'd be hell-bent on not repeating anything of that mentality with the mercs he trusts and all the others at the Afterlife though. He'd want to ensure their loyalty, yes, but not have them feel like they're throwaways, invest in them even. Look for potential.
You know, I'd love the idea of him adapting some of the Corpo world's not-so-bad aspects into his line of work, the first thing coming to mind here really being some decent Trauma Team coverage for everyone that is a regular. It was one of the main reasons why he took the Arasaka job to begin with, his platinum policy financed him his high-end top surgery.
Maybe in the mercs' world platinum for everyone isn't realistic, or maybe only temporary licenses with better coverage for the more high-risk jobs, however manageable that would be. But he'd certainly try to get something like that up and running, because yeh, it's a "fun tradition" to die during your big gig and become a legend like that, and for some that might be the ultimate goal. That's not the people he has in mind with this though. He's thinking of the people for whom this might just be a way to make good money fast, whatever they might need it for. For the people who pick gigs that might move or change something for the better, or who are just really fucking good at what they do and don't necessarily need the fame and glory that comes along with it... the people that are a bit more like him in this world.
Everyone always says "remember where you come from", and he does, quite well. I mentioned before that deep down, for a long time, he missed his Arasaka job a lot, fully aware how fucked up that was. But knowing where you come from does not have to mean you have to do everything exactly the same as it used to be. Key is remembering your roots, but embracing growth and change at the same time, learning from your past mistakes. And sure, there would be people probably making fun of or looking down on him for his attitude (as if he'd care though), but I think in the long turn his success would speak for itself. Invest in your employees instead of running them into the ground and suddenly: profit.
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