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bjtch-craft · 4 months

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"Wanna get high, babe?"

Simon Kalivoda x Male! Reader

SFW!!♡♡

☆ Summary: Simon and [Name] get high out of their God damn minds and start spilling their guts about each other, their feelings, and fears, which then turns into a small make-out session.

☆ Request: Yes or No

☆ Genre: Angst / Fluff

☆ Word count: 1,507

☆Warnings: Underage smoking, groping, and making out.

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"Cease to resist, giving my goodbye Drive my car into the ocean. You'll think I'm dead, but I sail away."

Echoed throughout Simon's messy room as [Name's] head rested on Simon's chest, his arm around his body. They lay there in silence, the only sound being the whirl of the tape spinning around in the boom box.

The two boys had been listening to "Doolittle" in silence, enjoying each other's company as the music played.

Simon sat up, ran a hand through his hair, and looked around his room.

"What's wrong, sigh?" [Name] asked, sitting up and placing a hand on his back

"Wanna get high, babe?"

"I- I've only been high like... twice."

"You don't have to if you don't want to!"

"No! No, no, no, no! I do, I just don't want to seem awkward or whatever!"

Simon smiled and gently punched [Name's] shoulder. "You're cute when you're awkward."

[Name] smiled at Simon and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"So do you...?"

"Yes."

Simon got up out of bed, walked towards his closet, slid the door open, and pulled out the bong that was stashed in the corner.

"I've never used one of those. How do you..."

Simon sat on the bed, pulling out a lighter from his pajama pants pocket.

"Okay, so you light this part right here. It's called the bowl. Then you place your lips on the mouthpiece and inhale until this part which is called the neck is full of fucking smoke, then pull off the bowl and inhale, and then you know, exhale... it's real simple!"

"Sounds like it!" [Name] says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Simon brings the bong to his lips and shows [Name] how to do everything he just said to do. He pulls it away from his lips, coughing up his lungs.

"Oh shit!"

[Name] begins to pat Simon's back, a concerned look on his face.

"I'm- fuck! I'm good!" He says in between coughs as he passes the glass object off to his boyfriend.

[Name] shakily brings it to his lips and takes a rather large hit. He pulls it away from his lips, breathing the smoke out and holding back his cough.

"Holy shit!"

[Name] couldn't hold it in any fucking more and let out a loud cough and then a wheeze as he pats the spot next to him. Simon lets out a giggle as he brings the bong to his lips, ready to take another hit.

"How long does it take until I feel high? Like, am I high right now?"

Simon places the bong on the floor and smiles at [Name].

"You're so clueless, dude! It takes a little while before you feel it."

"Oh..."

"Want another hit?"

"Fuck it!"

After another hit (it wasn't just one. It was several. Between both boys.) Simon and [Name] stared up at the ceiling high off their assess.

"What are your plans after high school?"

"I'm not sure... but I do want to move out of this town... with all the blood inside my body. I've known too many people who are forever stuck here because of Sarah Fier."

"You don't have to worry about that, babe..." Simon adjusted himself, so his chest was up against [Names] side. "You have me to protect you!" Simon's high ass says.

"I know. It's just so scary in this town. I'm scared anytime I sneak out to see you! Scared that some fucker is going to try to make me a human pin cushion."

"I know, I know I'm scared too. It feels like there's a funeral every day. But I understand. I mean, I started dealing again to raise enough money to get the hell out of this town! And it doesn't help that I have to watch over Timothy. But you don't have to feel afraid you have me, Deena, Sam, and Josh! "

[Name] rolls over to face Simon and plants a kiss on his nose.

"And I appreciate all of you for that, but God, I feel like there's so much pressure put onto me! I mean, for fake's sake, my parents don't want us hanging out! But I don't want to ditch you. I've never felt this way about a boy before! And - and they hold me up to so many expectations!"

"Oh..."

"But you're the only- fuck this is going to sound so corny, but you're the only light in this drab ass nothing town."

A goofy grin spreads across Simon's face, his eyes lower than the boy he held tight.

"Can we move on from all this sad shit!?" Simon asks, placing a kiss on [Name's] cheek.

"Yeah yeah of course... sorry."

"Don't apologize. Everyone needs to get shit off their chest every now and then!"

"Yeah, you're right!" [Name] pauses before asking, "When did you start to catch feelings for me?"

The tape player stops for a second as "Here Comes Your Man" starts up on the tape.

"About two weeks after you first moved here... you caught my little eye when Mr Dickhill introduced you to the class!"

"Why?"

"Well, you looked nervous but still sure of yourself, and you were very... talkative! I mean, you started talking to me on the second day when I had spent all class period thinking of ways to talk to you! And when you bent over that one ti-"

[Name] swatted at his chest, letting out a little laugh, feeling the effect of the drugs kick in. He felt his body relax and his eyelids lower.

"What about me? When did you start to like me?"

"Like by the third week, I thought you were a cute, goofy guy. So I started hanging around Deena and Kate more and asking them questions about you and who you liked... and if you were into boys."

"Really?"

"Yes! And not to mention how you sat there and listened to my shitty project ideas for Mr. Dickhill's class, and you didn't just sit there. You added onto my shitty ideas and stuff."

"Well, I thought they were good," Simon says, letting out a giggle.

"Well, thank you Sigh!"

"You know what else I thought was good?"

"What?"

"How your lips tasted when I first kissed them~"

"How'd they taste?" [Name] replied, a smile spreading from ear to ear on his face.

"I think I forgot..." Simon said, half serious, half-jokingly.

"Let me help you remember..."

[Name] placed his hand on Simon's cheek and planted a kiss on the blonde. He gently pulled back, smiling, the whites of his eyes red.

"That was -" He didn't get to finish as [Name] pulled him in for another kiss, this one more aggressive and needy.

[Name] pushed himself on top of Simon and deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into his mouth. Simon sat up and adjusted [Name] so he was on his lap and placed his hands on his back. [Name] placed one hand on the back of Simon's head and the other on the bed for support.

Simon's hands paved down [Name's] back and lightly groped his ass, causing him to moan into his mouth. In retaliation (as if he didn't enjoy it), he grabbed a fist full of Simon's hair and tugged at it. Simon pulled back and looked into his eyes, both of them blown, red, and their eyelids low. A rope of saliva connected their lips.

"Jesus~" Simon muttered.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Simon reconnected their lips, his hands still on [Names] ass as he brought the kiss from his lips to his jawline. He felt as if his stomach had been pumped with air as he felt his cheeks heat up and a smile grow on his face.

Simon moved down from his jawline to his neck, gently biting, sucking, and licking over the flesh. A whimper pushed past [Names] lips, and his heart rate sped up at the feeling. Simon pulled away and smiled up at him.

"How do you feel?"

"High... and a little horny!" [Name] said with a chuckle.

[Name] rolled off Simon and landed on his back. And staring up at the ceiling, a million thoughts rushed through his brain (all of them were high thoughts such as "Is there another word for, synonym", and "If I'm scared half to death, what happens if I get scared again?"

"[Name]?"

"Hm?"

"If I ever - hopefully not, but if I become a possessed psycho killer, I won't kill you, and if I do, I'd off myself!" Simon said. (The boy had to be high because what the actual fuck?)

"So we'll live on as ghosts and haunt the fuckers of this town?"

"Of course!"

"God, I feel so... calm, hungry, and at ease."

"Yeah babe... you're high."

"This song is so... nice~. Here comes your man, here comes your man, here comes your man." [Name] sang along.

Simon rolled over on his side, wrapped his arm around [Name], pulled him close, and planted kisses over his neck.

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Authors note!!

I'm not sure how I feel about this one, but someone requested Simon, and I just had to y'all! Anyway, I promise I'll get through all of these requests, I swear! ♡ Also, happy New Years!!

#Spotify #lgbtq #gay #simon kalivoda x male reader #fear street #simon kalivoda #fred hechinger #male reader #male x male #fear street 1994

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bjtch-craft · 4 months

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"You're into dudes?"

Darry Jenner x Male! Reader

SFW!!♡

☆ Summary: After a laundry mix-up, [Name] meets a boy named Darry, whom he quickly catches feelings for, and in return for the mixup, Darry invites the boy to a frat party.

☆ Request: Yes or No

☆ Word count: 1,835

☆ Genre: Fluff☆♡

☆ Warnings: None! (At least I don't think so.)

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[Name] waltzed down the compacted hall of his dorm holding a basket of laundry he was supposed to pick up about two hours ago. He’d ran out of his class the minute it was over and ran into the building's basement in fear his clothes would smell like mildew and/or begin to mold. Luckily, someone had tossed all of his shit in the dryer.

A discman was clipped into his belt and a pair of headphones were draped around his head blasting some song his roommate had burned onto the disc. He bobbed his head to the beat, opened the door to his dorm, and tossed the basket on the floor taking off his Discman and headphones he tossed them onto the table that sat in the corner of the small room. He then grabbed the basket and began to sort through them.

“Huh… I don’t remember owning a yellow ringer” he thought out loud.

Several items in the basket looked extremely unfamiliar… wait no not just a couple, but every item looked unfamiliar.

“Oh, god these aren't mine!”

He dumped the contaminants of the basket onto the floor and looked through them, sorting through pink jockey shorts, jeans, and…

“Pink boxers” [Name] giggled.

He held them in his hand and flipped the waistband inside out.

“Darius… do I know Darius? They probably have my shit!”

[Name] got up and made his way over to his phone that lay on the desk. He flipped it open and punched in his roommate's number. It rang for a second or two until he answered.

“What’s up?”

“Hey um, do you know a Darius in this building? Our clothes got mixed up and I found his name on some of them!”

“I think so? I’m pretty sure there’s a boy down the hall by that name. His door has that dry-erase board.”

“Thanks, dude!”

[Name] put the clothes back into the basket and made his way out the door down the hall until he found the door his roommate had described. Balancing the basket in one hand, he knocked on the door, and the teeter tottered on his feet, waiting for the door to open.

“Who is it?”

“Hey I think our laundry got mixed up” [Name] called back.

The door opened slowly revealing the person behind the voice.

“I asked who it was, '' he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I’m [Name] I live down the hall from you and I took your clothes by accident!”

The boy looked behind his shoulder before stepping into the room and pointing at the basket that sat in the middle of his dorm.

“Is this yours then?”

[Name] hesitated before stepping into the room, walking toward the basket, and kneeling before it.

“Yeah, this is my stuff!”

“Good! Um, my name's Darry, by the way,” Darry called as he dragged his basket into the room.

“Well, I’m sorry for the mixup.”

“Uh, no worries dude… oh shit I hung up a couple of your clothes in the closet.”

[Name] sat the basket down and walked towards the grey metal cabinet that the college had called a fucking closet. Darry walked into the room and stood back as [Name] stood on his tip toes and pulled the shirts off the hanger. Darry couldn’t help but peek at [Name] not in a creepy way (at least not in his eyes) but innocently he was you know just looking at him he had no ill intent behind the stare.

He watched as the hem of his shirt lifted, revealing a small bit of skin his eyes traveled lower from his back to his…

“Hey um, are you doing anything this weekend?” Darry asked, fixing his hair with his hands.

Name walked toward the basket and dumped his shirts in before looking at Darry.

“No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Well, there’s a party this weekend and as a thank-you gift for returning my clothes I thought I could invite you!”

[Name] shifted his weight on his feet ``Yeah I think I can make it!'

He picked up his basket and began walking out the door “Cute jockey shorts by the way pink is so your color!”

Darry stood there, his face turning a light pink out of embarrassment as [Name's] giggle echoed throughout the hall as he walked away.

The days turned to night, and the nights turned to day, and eventually, the night of the dumbass frat party had appeared. Darry and [Name] had been talking to each other over the past couple of days, leading up to the party, and had slowly gotten closer.

The two boys walked up the steps that led into the frat house that surely would reek of sweat, musk, weed, and beer. As they walked up the steps, [Name] looked at one of the brothers who was slumped over in a chair next to the door and passed out drunk.

“Jesus, didn’t the party start an hour ago?” [Name] questioned?

“Pre-gaming.”

“A little too hard.”

They walked into the building, which for sure held many regrets and secrets. Darry and [Name] pushed and shoved through people as they entered the ground floor and looked around.

“Do you want a drink?” Darry asked, scratching the nape of his neck.

[Name] nodded his head, and Darry told him to wait there as he headed off to look for the drinks. [Name] looked around, staring at all the buzzed people who were either dancing to the music or screaming over it.

[Name] took this second of lonesomeness to himself and thought about Darry. He had barely known him for less than a week, and he had already developed feelings for the boy.

Darry walked through the frat and pushed himself into a crowded kitchen that had already been mostly trashed. Beer bottles littered the counter tops as well as red solo cups, and the smell of weed hung over the room like a thick fog. Darry made his way toward an ice chest, flipped it open, pulled out two bottles, and began walking back.

“Darry?”

Darry turned around and saw his sister walking towards him, her hands placed on her hips.

“Hey, sis! I um gotta go!” Darry said as he tried to move quickly through the mob of people.

Trish quickly caught up to him, grabbed him by his sleeve, and pulled him back into the kitchen.

“I thought you weren’t into the parting scene? Especially because you live off campus. And who invited you” Darry questioned.

“Connections,” Trish responded. “Who’s the other drink for Dar?”

“A friend. I met him a couple of days ago.”

“Aww, you have a little boyfriend, Darry?” Trish teased.

Darry stood there silent, his face starting to flush as his sister's jaw dropped.

“Oh. My. God! Are you guys like fu-”

“No! No! Not my boyfriend. I don't like dudes… I think?”

Trish shifted her weight on her feet, examining her younger brother.

“You’re into dudes?”

“I don’t know! He is cute, but he's got me all confused!”

“Can I meet him?”

“No. And anyways he’s waiting for me so… bye.”

Darry turned around and pushed back into the sea of people, Trish looking at him with a confused look. Darry entered where he had left [Name] and looked around for a second in fear that the boy got up and left.

But no. [Name] sat on the bottom step of the staircase that led up to the second floor, his chin, in his palm as he looked at the floor. Darry rushed toward him and plopped down next to him.

“Where’d you go? I was starting to miss you.”

“Sorry I ran into my sister, and she - never mind here. I don’t know what you like, so I grabbed the first thing I saw.”

Darry handed the glass bottle to the boy and smiled at him unknowingly giving [Name] a certain feeling in his gut.

“Oh shit do you need a bottle opener?”

[Name] shook his head, lifted his shirt, and used his belt buckle to remove the bottle cap. [Name] let out a small chuckle and smiled at Darry as he handed him his bottle, and he did the same and handed the bottle back to Darry.

“Cheers,” Darry asked, holding the bottle out.

“Cheers!”

Clink! After a few drinks (more than a few, Like way more.) Darry and [Name] were fucked. The two boys stumbled down the steps bumping into each other, their arms around each other's shoulders.

“H-heyy Dar” [Name] asked, slurring each word.

“Yeah?”

“D-do- Hic! Do you want to stay the night in my dorm? My roommate's gone, and I don’t want to be alone… and drunk!”

“Sure~!”

They stumbled through the college campus and into the building that they lived in nearly eating shit multiple times on the way there. They drunkenly walked through the hallway that led toward [Names] dorm, their arms still around each other's shoulders for support.

[Name] opened the door, and they pushed themselves into the small room. [Name] grabbed Darry’s hand, led him to his bed, and pulled him onto it. There was a moment of silence between them… a tension of some sort as they looked at each other.

Darry’s usually neat middle part had become disheveled and stuck out here and there. [Name] reached out and ran his fingers through the messy sections, combing it back to its neat form.

“Your hair is so… soft~.”

Darry looked at [Name], examining him as if he had never seen another boy in his life… or at most one that made him feel this way. Darry chewed on the inside of his lip and stared at [Name] his own face turning pink.

“[Name]?”

“Hm?”

“D-do you have a girl?”

A smile crept onto [Name’s] face, and he gently tilted his head at Darry looking up at him.

“Who said I’m into girls” [Name] said smoothly.

Darry smiled at him, his face turning even pinker as several thoughts ran through his brain. [Name] placed a hand on the right side of his face.

“Are you… into me~?” Darry asked.

“Maybe?”

[Name] placed a soft kiss on Darry’s cheek and pulled back, smiling at him.

“Lips?”

[Name] giggled“You’re cute!”

“Well, are you?”

“Maybe… later?”

Darry frowned at [Name] as he adjusted himself so he was lying next to the wall. He gently patted the spot next to him. Darry fills in the space next to him and lies on his back, drumming his hands on his chest as [Name] lies facing the wall. A million thoughts rushed through his mind once again, but the main one was about his feelings toward the boy next to him.

“Cold.”

“Hm,” Darry hummed in response.

“I’m cold…”

“Oh…”

Darry adjusted his position, his chest to [Name’s] back as he wrapped an arm around the other boy, pulling him in closer.

“Better,” Darry asked?

“Mhm.”

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Authors note!

In my active era? But I rewatched Jeeper Creepers (pirated it because fuck that director) and immediately after crawled to this app only to see ZERO stories. Also, look at this man, y'all, my knees weak... been on them too long for him. Also, I'm now just realizing how short this is. HOW TF WAS THIS 6 PAGES LONG ON DOCS???

#lgbtq #gay #darry jenner #Darry Jenner x male reader #justin long #male x male #male reader #i get so weak in the knees #this man has me in a chokehold #jeepers creepers #Darry Jenner x reader

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bjtch-craft · 4 months

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"I'm a Rockstar Babe"

Todd Ingram X Bottom Male! Reader

☆ Summary: [Name] reunites with an old high-school friend turned rockstar things take a turn when they restart their old high-school ways.

☆ NSFW

☆Request: Yes or No

☆ Word count: 2,836

☆Genre: Angst to Smut (Kinda)

☆Warnings: Smut, degradation, manipulation (kinda, tbh I just tried making him cocky but rereading it it sounds like bro is manipulating), Bl♡wjobs, slapping, just douchy rockstar things, spitting (he's one of those ppl)

☆Authors note: Dude, I rewatched the movie and reread the novels, and why is Todd so mf fine like WHAT? And why are there no stories about this man? Anyways enjoy!! (P.s this has been in my drafts for like 2 months now and I've never finished editing it for some reason...)

Also look at the comic version of him like WHAT A CUTIE like yeah sure he's arrogant, narcissistic, uncaring, and may or may not be a pathological liar, and a walking red flag but like that red looking a little orange so??? PRAYING SOME OF YALL READ THIS!!

Did this count as being a groupie? No. It's not like I'm some obsessed super fan like Joseph I mean for fucks sake I knew Todd in high school [Name] thought as he lay on the mattress of the cheap motel room waiting for Todd to get out of the shower.

10:15 P.M. - some time earlier

[Name] was shoved and pushed around by the hundreds of thousands of fans who had gathered to watch the band play. The band in question was none other than The Clash at Demonhead. [Name] new one of the members (while technically two if you count Envy but they didn’t know each other. They were more of acquaintances really.) Todd Ingram who he was close friends with. Really close.

He'd given him head a couple of times (and slept with him too) but that didn't mean anything to them (yes it did.) it was what Todd considered a "bro-job" whatever the fuck that was. But that's not important (yes it is) what is important is how quickly their friendship ended after he got with Envy. They tried to keep in touch but after the band blew the absolute fuck up he cut ties with him.

Did it hurt? Yes. A lot. But [Name] didn't let it get to him he still supported Todd even if Todd himself didn't know it. [Name] bought every CD, vinyl, and cassette tape, and got tickets to most shows. He even tried to get backstage passes to rekindle his relationship with Todd but the prices were far out of his price range.

There have been times when for a quick second he'd seen Todd after a show or two and waved to him or said a quick word but he didn't recognize him. Which also hurt. How can you not recognize someone you spent almost TEN YEARS of your life with? But [Name] was determined to catch up with his best friend so after pulling a couple of night shifts and saving up some money he... still didn’t have enough.

10: 50 P.M.

"Todd's so hot!"

"Jesus Envys even hotter in person!"

"Why's that chick got a robotic arm?"

These are just some of the things [Name] heard throughout the event which was on the verge of ending.

12:10 A.M. - Later

The concert was over and [Name] pushed and shoved his way out of the venue and quickly rushed towards the back of the building looking for the band.

"Come on please don't tell me I missed them!"

His shoes thudded against the gravel, and as he rounded the corner a gate came into view.

"No. No, no, no, no!"

The gate door was slid open. How safe right?

"Envy? Do you wanna get a bite to eat or something?"

[Name] stopped for a moment as he saw Todd standing there his guitar case in hand talking to Envy. He took a deep breath and stepped through the gates. Fuck?

"T-todd?"

Todd turned to look at him a look of shock and anger upon his face.

"Who the hell let you in" Todd asked as he stepped closer to [Name] his voice coming off as aggressive as his eyes and hair started to glow.

"N-no one the gate was open."

"So you just snuck in?"

"I'm [Name], [First name], [Last name] we went to high school together. Remember?"

Todd's eyes and hair stopped glowing as his hair drifted back down in front of his face.

"You're kidding?!"

Todd dropped his guitar case and ran up to [Name] his tough guy rockstar persona shedding completely. He threw his arms around [Name] and pulled him into his chest. [Name] could feel the heat rising to two places as his face was smushed into Todd's rather large pecs.

"Todd you're squishing me..." [Name] said his voice muffled.

"Sorry!" He pulled away. "Jesus it's been a long time since we've seen each other... I'm a Rockstar!"

"I can see that!"

"Todd, what the fuck is going on," Envy asked?

Todd turned to look at them wrapping his arm around [Name's] waist. "This is [Name] from high school! He's my best friend remember?"

"While to me he looks like a fucking groupie! Let's go" Envy replied.

"I'm not a groupie..."

"Do you think he can come back to the motel with us?"

"No."

"Find some other cheap motel to fuck in," The Bionic arm bitch said.

"He's not a groupie and we're not gonna fuck! He's my friend and I wanna catch up with him!"

"Find. Another. Motel." Envy said the tone of her voice showed her annoyance more than anything.

12:30 A.M.

And they did find a cheap motel in an extremely unsafe part of town. Fits the stereotype, huh? A rockstar takes one of his fans to a cheap rundown-looking motel just to get it in.

[Name] once again was hugging Todd but this time was looking up at him.

"I'm so sorry for ghosting you [Name]."

"It's fine."

Todd's hands traveled down [Name's] back and reached his ass and groped it firmly, making [Name] let out an involuntary yelp. He pushed Todd off of him, causing the blonde boy to let out a laugh.

"What's the matter [Name] just like old times!"

"Todd aren't you dating Envy or something?"

He shifted his weight on his feet annoyingly.

"I'm a Rockstar babe we don't date," Todd said cockily.

"Oh?"

"I'm gonna hop in the shower. I know I reek of sweat... care to join me?"

"Smooth Todd.... real smooth."

He winked at [Name] and waltzed into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. After a minute or two he heard the shower go on.

"Do I wanna do this... again?"

The first time [Name] and Todd ever did anything together was on his eighteenth birthday. They were both unbelievably drunk, and both were bored lying on Todd's bed in silence. One of them now and then would say something, and they would have a short conversation.

"H-heyyy~ [Name] can I ask you for a favor," Todd asked his words coming out slurred.

"Yeah- hic! What'sss ~'s up?"

"Do you think you could um... s-suck me off?"

"Why?"

"Well, I'm one drunk! And two horny as fuck~! So can you?"

"You know what fuck it! You are my best friend!"

[Name] slid his basketball shorts off and then his boxers and grabbed at his length.

"I've never done this before so um... bear with me~."

Todd nodded his head a goofy grin on his face. "Do it as if someone's doing yours."

[Name] took him into his mouth slowly going down inch by inch the girth was almost too much to handle. Almost.

But that was years ago. They were two dumb eighteen-year-olds who were just helping each other out. But [Name] didn't feel that way anymore... but reminiscing on their old days made [Name] slowly begin to get hard in the shorts Todd had given him.

[Name] rubbed himself through the fabric and pushed down on it, making him release a soft moan. He needed Todd he didn't realize how badly he did until right then and there. The door opened to the bathroom, and [Name] quickly through the blanket over his lap.

Todd walked out with just a towel around his waist, his bulge catching [Names] eye as well as his body, which was still wet and glistened in the light.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting another pair of boxers, I forgot to bring them into the shower..." Todd looked at [Name] and noticed the tent that was forming underneath the blanket. "Aw, are you happy to see me like this again, baby?"

"What! No!"

"Come on..." He said huskily. The cockiness was back. "I heard you moan... were you thinking of the times I fucked you? The times you begged me to fill you up? The times I came on that pretty face of yours?"

[Name] could feel his cock growing harder with each question.

"N-no" [Name] whimpered out.

Todd walked to the side of the bed grabbed [Name's] hand and placed it on his groin.

"You miss my fat cock don't you," He asked his voice sounding oddly humiliating.

"I don't have to say anything."

Todd started to move his hips grinding his bulge against the palm of [Names] hand.

"Todd we can't... you have a girlfriend."

"I told you we rockstars don't really - truly date, and if anything, it's just another bro-job, remember?"

[Name] pulled his hand away and sat up and using both hands opened Todd's towel up causing his cock to pop out and slap against his happy trail.

"Fuck~," [Name] whispered out.

[Name] reached out and pumped his cock twice.

"Yeah that's it~ I know you fucking missed it haven't you?"

[Name] let go of Todd's cock and adjusted his position so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Todd backed up a little.

"Please don't like- hurt me that much. Please?"

Todd chuckled and ran his hand through his wet hair.

"You sweet dumb thing, you know I can't promise that."

[Name] grabbed Todd's cock once more and spat on it and stroked him off spreading the saliva over his cock.

"I haven't done this in a long time... so I'm a little rusty."

Todd smiled down at him. The grin was a mixture of amusement and humiliation.

[Name] placed the tip on his tongue and licked it gently before wrapping his lips around it and slowly going down on it.

[Name] couldn't lie he truly did miss this. Not only did he enjoy it, but it honestly made them closer as friends.

[Name] gagged on the base as he looked up at Todd with tearful eyes.

"Aww you look so cute with my big cock in your mouth," Todd said softly his voice coated in lust as he gently patted [Name's] cheek.

[Name] began to slowly come off his cock before Todd placed a hand on the back of his skull and slammed him back down causing him to gag and for drool to pour out of the sides of his mouth.

"Mmm-hmm-agh." [Name] groaned out.

Todd pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and slapped it on either side of the guy's cheek.

"You took it so well [Name]~."

[Name] looked up at Todd with innocent eyes, his tongue sticking out a little as he gasped for air.

"Jesus you look so fucking gorgeous."

"I-I think you bruised the back of my throat!"

Todd grabs [Names] chin as he angles his head straight aligning his cock with [Names] lips.

Todd spat on his cock (and on [Names] face) and slammed it down [Names] throat before pulling out. [Name] stuck out his tongue and licked a stripe down his cock.

"You're such a fucking slut baby. I bet you've been craving my cock since you heard about our band haven't you?"

[Name] nodded his head embarrassingly. Todd placed a hand on the back of [Names] head and leaned in, planting a kiss on his lips as his hands traveled down his body. His hands reached the bottom of the boy's shirt and began to pull it up over his head, breaking the kiss in the process.

Todd pushes [Name] down onto the bed by his chest and crawls on top of him, attacking his neck, causing [name] to let out a soft moan. Todd kisses down his neck while unbuckling [Names] belt and gently pulls them off along with his boxers.

"I don't reckon you have a condom do you?"

"I have one in my wallet in my left pocket," [Name] says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Todd grabs [Names] jeans off the floor and pulls out the condom from the wallet before discarding them back onto the floor.

Todd rips the wrapping of the condom off with his teeth and slides the rubber on. He places [Bames] legs on his shoulders and lines himself up at his entrance.

[Name] squeezes his eyes shut as Todd pushes himself into him. A sudden wave of pain and pleasure washes over him, causing him to grab onto the sheets, twisting them in his hands. A soft whimper escapes his lips as Todd continues to push deeper into him.

"Shit- Todd, you're so fucking- ngh~ big!" [Name] whimpered out, causing Todd to look down at him with a cocky grin.

Todd had pushed himself into the other boy and slowly began to pull back out, only to slam back into him, which earned him a low groan.

"Does that feel good?"

[Name] nodded his head and let out a whimper. Todd began to rock his hips in and out of him, the tip occasionally brushing against his prostate. His thirst got faster and quicker he reached down and grabbed [Name's] hands and placed them above his head.

Todd began pounding into [Name]. The sound of skin against skin filled the room as well as screams of pleasure from both boys.

"Ugh~ F-fuck! You're going to har-!" [Name] wasn't able to finish his sentence as Todd delivered a gentle (but still hard) slap across his face.

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do!" Todd growled out.

[Names] cock twitched as pre-cum drizzled down his cock causing a moan to escape from his lips.

"Don't tell me you're into this shit you slut?"

"S-s-shut up Todd~"

Todd smirked and began rocking his hips.

"How bad do you want it?"

"W-what?" [Name] stuttered.

"I can pull out right now and leave and not let you finish you."

"Please don't~ I'll do anything!"

"Then admit it.'

"What?"

"Admit you're a filthy whore" Todd said his voice thick with lust.

"I'm not going to- ah~!"

Todd pulled out of [Name] leaving him feeling empty and somehow even more fucking desperate.

"Todd please" [Name] begged.

"Then say it."

"I-I’m a whore okay? Is that what you want to hear from me? I'm a fucking slut for you okay?!"

Todd looked down at [Name] with a cocky grin.

"Good boy."

Todd leaned back over [Name] and placed a soft kiss on his lips before pushing himself back into him. He wrapped his hand around [Name's] throat and began pounding into him. The sounds of skin against skin filled the room once again.

Todd raised his hand and brought it across [Names] face with enough power to cause a sting of pain leading [Name] to let out a dry moan.

"I can't believe your into this shit!" Todd said with a cheesy grin.

"Shut up!" The boy underneath him whined out.

Todd smirked and removed his hand from [Names] neck and grabbed him by the waist and slowed his thrusts.

"What are you- agh~!"

Todd pulled [Name] into him driving his cock deeper into him pushing past his prostate. [Names] jaw dropped as the sudden feeling causing a high pitched moan to erupt from his throat. Todd took this opportunity and grabbed his jaw holding it open and dipped his thumb into his mouth.

"Don't close your mouth got that?"

[Name] replied with a whimper as Todd's thurst became annoyingly slow as a string of spit slowly began to fall from his lips and landed in [Names] mouth.

[Named] closed his mouth after Todd gave him a look that practically yelled at him, too. Todd's slow thrust became faster and faster. Todd wrapped his hand around [Name's] dick and began jerking him off as [Name] placed his palm at the back of Todd's head.

"I'm so close!" Todd groaned out as his rhythm began to go out of sync.

His movements became harder and harder as he felt himself getting closer and closer to finishing.

"W-where- fuck~ where do you want it?" He moaned out.

"On me..."

Todd placed a hand behind [Names] head as his thurst became sloppy he spat once again at [Name] the salvia covering his face before pulling out and jerking himself off.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

With one final moan ropes of cum erupted from his cock covering [Names] body in white ropes. Todd pumped [Name's] cock for a minute before he came their cum mixing on his stomach. Todd scooped up some of his cum off of the boy's body with his index finger and popped it into [Names] mouth.

"How's it taste?"

"Salty... can you get me a towel?"

1:35 AM

[Name] lay on the cheap hotel's mattress, his head on Todd's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Hey, have you ever thought of being a roadie?'

"A what?"

"A roadie helps the band set up... you could be one for us so we could keep in touch and..." He wrapped his hand around [Names] body and groped his ass "Have some more time to ourselves."

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THIS MAN IS SO FINE ARGH. I NEED HIM SO BAD LIKE I WANT HIM TO FULLY REARRANGE MY INSIDES.

Authors note!!

Again, sorry for the break. School is still once again kicking my ass :) I do plan on writing more over Christmas break, but I do have like half-written stories in my drafts, so here are some of them. (Some of them have titles, but they are to be determined, so kill me or wtv) .

Darry Jenner x Male reader (Fluff)

Miguel Ohara x Male reader (Smut)

Chad Meeks x Male reader (TBD)

Simon Kalivoda x Male reader (Fluff)

#Spotify #scott pilgrim #todd ingram x male reader #brandon routh #i need this man so bad #scott pilgram vs the world #lgbtq #gay #todd ingram #todd ingram x reader

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bjtch-craft · 5 months

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Real

Fellow male reader writers, wheres my Johnny Slaughter fics where we dick that fat ass of his down????

(If anyone knows anyone who writes for him, lmk. I’ll prob start writing for him too when I finish with my requests)

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bjtch-craft · 7 months

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"Can I make it up to you, please?"

Peter Parker x Black! Male reader

✩ Summary: Peter gets into an argument with the reader but makes it up to him...

✩ Word count: 2k

✩ Genre: Angst to Smut

✩ Request: Yes or No

✩ Warnings: Smut, crying, over stimulation (if you squint you'll see it), and (LIGHT) choking!!

✩Authors note: Sorry for disappearing for a while. School started again, and I wanna d!e already!!! Anyways this is my first attempt at writing smut, and it's so totally not proofread! So if there's any mistakes, please comment them so I can correct them.

"I don’t understand why you’re so mad at me!"

"Peter, I’m not fucking mad at you!"

Peter takes a deep breath and rubs his eyes with his wrist before placing them on either side of him, softly gripping at the sheets.

"Then why are you yelling at me?"

"I’m not-!" [Name] cuts himself off after hearing his tone. "I’m not yelling at you; I'm just... worried. Okay? Worried that one day you’ll meet your match or run into some crazy obsessed fan." He finishes his sentence with a softer tone.

"Well, you don’t have to be! Okay?"

"I know, but..."

"Is this about MJ?:

[Name’s] worried look is wiped away by Peter’s accusation and a look of shock forms.

"W-what? No!"

"Because it feels like it is! Is that why you meant by an obsessed fan?" Peter says, putting up air quotes while saying "obsessed fan. "

"That’s not what I meant!"

"Then what did you mean? Because to me, it seems like you’re upset; I’ve been hanging out with her more often. Jealous even."

"Oh my God, Peter, you’re un-fucking-believable! This isn’t about her or anything else; this is about me! And my concerns! You don’t even know how many times I’ve seen you go up against some big and how terrified I've been! Terrified that you’ll get seriously hurt or worse."

Peter lets out a scoff.

"So you’re just being overprotective now?"

[Name's] jaw dropped at the sentence that left Peter’s lips. He wasn’t sure how to react.

Peter and [Name] never argued, and even if they did, they’d get over it within a minute or two, but for some god-forsaken reason, Peter was being an absolute dick.

The energy in the room increased by ten as both of them (mostly [Name], of course) could feel the anger begin to sink in even deeper.

"Peter. What. The. Fuck! Is wrong with you today? I don’t know why you’re being like this!"

"Like what?"

"Like a dick! I don’t even know why you’re arguing with me; I’m just telling you my fucking concerns, and you have the fucking gall to call me jealous and overprotective."[Name] says, dragging out the word "Gall".

"And I’m just telling you how I feel too!"

[Name] didn’t know how to react; he felt hurt and could feel a sob begin to make its way up his throat. He gulped it down (that didn’t work; he ended up still crying later, but that’s later) he began to pull at the bottom of his shirt while looking at the floor.

"Peter… Can you leave?" [Name] said quietly.

"W-what?"

"I said," Can you leave," please?"

"Okay. Fine."

And with that, Peter stood up and made his way out the door, leaving [Name] standing there in silence, a tear threatening to fall from his eye. It wasn't an empty threat, and the tear fell. And fell. And fell. And fell.

Soon the sun set behind the tall buildings of New York, and the moon rose, casting a small bit of light into [Name's] room. [Name] sunk into his bed as he stared up at the ceiling, a million thoughts rushing through his brain.

Are we over?

Why was he mad at me?

Should I say sorry?

Should he say sorry?

Is it my fault?

No, it's his fault.

For sure.

Tap tap tap. [Name] sat up softly and looked towards his window, expecting to see the source of the sound. But there was nothing…

"Am I hallucinating? Can you even hallucinate sounds?" [Name] thought aloud.

Now, you can actually hallucinate sounds, but this wasn't a hallucination. Tap. Tap. Tap. [Name] got up from his bed, crept towards the window, and slid it open.

"Hello…? Why'd I say hello? That's basically a death wish if this was a horror movie. "

"Hi!"

[Name] jumped back from the window with a yelp. Before creeping back towards it and looking out it once again, but this time staring down to see a familiar blue and red suit.

Peter stood on the building's brick wall, looking up at [name], his arms crossed around.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah…"

[Name] backed up from the wall as Peter climbed inside with a smile on his face.

"Do you have anything I can change into, babe?"

[Name] let out a scoff.

"Babe! Don't babe me, dude. Are you seriously going to pretend that our argument didn't happen?

"Sorry! I thought you'd be a little calmer. But do you?"

[Name] walked to his closet, pulled out a sweater, made his way toward his dresser, grabbed a pair of sweats, and threw them at Peter.

Peter changed and threw the suit in a corner before sitting down on the mattress. And a somewhat awkward energy filled the room.

"I'm sorry… I am. I don't know why I was being such a dick! But I'm sorry for what I said." Peter looked down at the floor, unable to look at his boyfriend.

"Peter…"

[Name] wasn't sure what to say, and in situations like this (awkward, scared, and nervous), he often coiled his already-curled hair around his finger.

"I feel like such a shitty boyfriend."

[Name] placed his hand on Peter's cheek. "You're not a shitty boyfriend, though... You admit when you're wrong and understand why 6 wrong. That's legit one of the many reasons why I love you!"

Peter looked up at [name], nuzzled his face into his palm, and planted a soft kiss on his palm. [Name] ran his thumb over his pale cheek. It was a sweet moment that didn't last very long.

[Name] softly ran his thumb over the corner of Peter's soft lips. Peter adjusted his head and planted a kiss on the darker-skinned boy's thumb. [Name] smiled down at Peter.

"I love you, Peter..."

"I love you too."

[Name] pressed his finger against Peter's lip. He got the hint and opened his mouth, letting his boyfriend's thumb in. He looked up at [name] with innocent eyes as he bobbed his head up and down on his thumb.

"Jesus..." [Name] whispered out.

Peter came off his finger with a pop, his face turning a light pink.

"Can I make it up to you, please?"

[Name] nodded his head softly and backed up as Peter got up off the bed and kneeled in front of him.

"You can say no at any time, and I'll stop," Peter said with a smile.

"Same to you."

Peter reached up and pulled down [Name's] basketball shorts, dropping them to his ankles. Peter reached up and gently groped at the bulge in the other boy's boxers. Peter pulled them down with ease.

Peter stroked it gently, causing a soft whimper to release from [Name's] mouth as Peter's soft hands glided over his cock. Peter grabbed the base of [Name's] cock and gently licked the tip before taking it into his mouth. Peter looked up at [Name] as he slowly took more into his mouth, gagging a bit as he made his way towards the base.

[Name] reached down and placed his hand in Peter's hair, holding his head in place, making Peter gag as drool pooled out of the corner of his lips.

"Fuckkk! Peter, your mouth feels so good."[Name] moaned out.

Peter let out another gagging sound and tapped the side of [Name's] thigh, signaling for him to let go. And [Name] did Peter come off his cock with a pop and look up at him with a smile, a rope of drool connecting [Name's] tip to his lips.

"Are you okay, Peter?"

"Yeah. Fine." Peter said as he began to slowly stroke [Name's] dick.

He placed it back in his mouth and began to go back down on it. He bobbed his head up and down in a repeating motion as he reached into his sweats and pulled out his own cock and began jerking himself off.

Peter came off his dick and kitten, licked the tip, and placed it back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

"Agh, Jesus Peter" [name] whimpered out.

[Name] placed his hands on either side of his head and slowly began pulling his head further down on his shaft.

"I'm going to go a little rough. Is that okay with you?"

"Mmmm," Peter hummed in response, causing a soft vibration on [Names] dick, making him let out another moan.

[Name] gripped a handful of Peter's hair and began to pull his cock out of his mouth before slamming it back down his throat. Peter, still stroking his own cock, reached out and grabbed at [names] thighs for support.

[Name] strengthened his grip on Peter's head and began slamming his cock down Peter's throat harshly, causing drool to pool out of the corners of his lips.

"Ohhh God! F-fuck!"

Peter whimpered and whined around the length as tears filled his eyes, threatening to spill.

"MM~ MMM~" Peter whined out.

Peter jerked himself off at an even faster rate, chasing his climax. And he chased it, cumming all over his hands and floor.

"Aww, Pete...."

[Name] pulled his dick out of Peter's mouth, leaving him gasping for air.

"F-fuck~" Peter said in between breaths.

"Are you okay, Pete?"

"Mhm."

"You came... kind of fast."

Peter's pale face turned a soft pink as he ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the floor.

"Do you want to, like, you know, go all the way? You don't have to say yes." [Name] said, reaching down and lifting Peter's chin up to look at him.

"Yes, I want to do it."

[Name] reached down and pulled Peter up by his arm, smashing his lips against his. [Name] kicked off his shorts and boxers and began walking them toward the bed, lightly pushing Peter down. Peter reached out and gripped the collar of [Names] shirt, pulling him down with his lips, never breaking contact.

[Name] broke the kiss, placed a soft kiss on Peter's cheek, and started making his way towards his neck. Kissing down his jawline before softly biting his neck.

"Fuck~" Peter moaned out.

[Name] began sucking on the flesh and biting at it before licking over the bite. The warmth of [Names] tongue made Peter blush even more, making his already pink skin turn a deep scarlet. [Name's] hands traveled down Peter's body, slipping them up his shirt and feeling him up.

[Name] reaches out from under Peter's shirt and takes his cock in his hand, gently tugging at it. Peter let out a soft whimper at the feeling of [name's] warm hand.

"Is this okay?" [Name] says speeding up the pace.

Peter bites down on his bottom lip and nods his head.

With his other hand, [Name] begins to pull Peter's shirt up and begins placing soft kisses on his torso, making his way toward Peter's cock. Peter pulled his shirt off, making [Name] let go of his cock.

[Name] delicately kissed Peter's tip, spat in his hand, and began jerking him off once more. The sound of wet noses and whimpers filled the room.

"Does that feel good, Peter?"

"Mhm-ahh~ Fuck~!" Was all he could whine out as [Name] ran his thumb over his tip in a particularly hard motion.

[Name] let's go of Peter's cock and steadied himself on his knees, grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it off.

"Let me know if it hurts or if I'm going to be rough, okay?"

"Okay."

[Name] placed Peter's legs on his shoulders and steadied himself on the mattress before lining himself up with Peter's hole. Peter reached out and felt around on his boyfriend's bedside table until he felt a familiar wrapping.

"Here."

Peter handed him a condom. [Name] opened it and slid it over his dick and pushed into Peter slowly, wanting him to adjust to his size before moving.

Peter gripped the sheets and twisted them in his hands as he let out a soft moan.

"F-fuck~"

[Name] reached out and grabbed Peter by the waist and pulled him down on his cock. [Name] bottoming inside of Peter as he looked down at him to see his arm covering his face, his face somehow even pinker.

"Does this feel okay?"

"Mhm."

"Can you uncover your face? I want to see all the pretty little faces you make, Pete."

Peter's cock twitched at this, and a drip of precum made its way down his cock. Peter did as he was told, took his arm off, and looked up at the curly-haired boy.

"I'm going to start moving, okay? Let me know if it's too much or if you want to stop. I won't be mad, I promise!"

"Okay, I will."

[Name] began to roll his hips in and out of the pale boy, starting off with a slow pace to ensure he didn't hurt him. [Name] decided to test the limits and pulled out of Peter, making him let out a breathy gasp at the loss of friction before slamming back into him and producing another loud moan from him.

His face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and pain as his hands shot out and grabbed at [Names] shoulders as he rocked his hips into Peter.

"Aghh~ C- Can you go a little harder?'

[Name] listened to his question and sped up the pace, filling the room with the sound of a headboard banging and the sound of skin against skin. [Names] hands roamed down Peter's thighs until they reached his cock, took it in his hand, and began once again jerking him off at an irritatingly slow pace.

[Name] placed his other hand on the back of Peter's head and leaned in their lips inches apart. [Names] thrust slowed for a second before stopping all together.

"Why did you stop?" Peter said, his voice barely above a whisper.

[Name] closed the gap between them. Peter kissed back almost instantly and placed his hand on the back of [Names] head, tangling his fingers in his curls. [Name] began to thrust into him slowly and more gentle as the kiss deepened.

[Name] grabbed Peter's hands and placed them above his head, holding them in place and breaking the kiss in the process. His thrust quickened, and once again, the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

"Fu-fuck~ ugh!" [Name] moaned out.

His thurst became even harder as he chased his high. Peter could feel tears starting to fall from his eyes, not from pain but from pleasure. It was all too much. His ccok standing up straight twitched and shot ropes of cum all over his abdomen, painting that area of his body glossy white.

"I'm not too far behind," [Name] grunted out.

His thrust became sloppy, losing the rhythm as he tightened his grip on Peter's wrist.

"F-fuuck~"!

He let go of Peter's wrist, pulled out of him, and made his way to the floor. Peter got the idea quickly and knelt before sticking his tongue out as [Name] jerked himself off.

After one or two strokes, he came, shooting his load over Peter's face. Blotches of white landed on his lashes, chin, nose, forehead, tongue, and hair.

Peter swallowed the cum that had landed in his mouth and smiled looking up at [name] innocently.

"Jesus Christ, Peter, you're so pretty."

Authors note part 2!!!:

Okay so y'all I'm thinking of doing an Olivia Rodrigo type of story with Bad Idea, right? Should I do this???

Link to the song in case y'all haven't heard it yet!!!

#lgbtq #gay #peter parker x male reader #spiderman x male reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x male reader #smut #peter parker smut #peter parker x black!reader #Peter parker x Black male reader #idk man #Is this even good #Spotify

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bjtch-craft · 8 months

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Hi I was just wondering if you write poly? Mainly poly Billy and Dtu from Scream 1996? I was just curious before I requested anything!

Yes ofc I could I'm working on like 2 other stories rn (I post them once I'm like 100% sure that if where to read these as one of you guys that I would like it) but feel free to request your idea!!

#billy loomis x male reader #stu macher x male reader #polyamory

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bjtch-craft · 9 months

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For The First Time

Prince Eric x Black! Male Reader

✩ Summary: Eric takes the reader to see new things and try new foods and clothes.

✩ Word Count: 2,004

✩ Genre: Fluff

✩ Request: Yes or No

✩ Warnings: This is my first fic so I'm not sure how good this is so please give me feedback please!!! This shit also hella cheesy but in a good way!

“So what do you think of the island?” Eric ask's [Name]as they walk along the trail overlooking the sea.

“I love it! But… is there anything else to see?”

There’s a silence between them, not an awkward silence, more of an understanding type of silence. Eric understands [Name] has probably never seen the things he had just shown him let alone experience the feeling of the hot sun, the warmth of the sand, and the cool breeze that blows past them as they walk down the trail overlooking the sea [Name] had once called home.

“There’s our local marketplace just up ahead,” Eric answers pointing in front of them.

Without an answer or even a flinch [Name] grabs his hand and pulls him down the trail causing Eric to stumble and nearly topple over his own feet.

“Wait! Hold on!” Eric yells out before letting out a small laugh.

Within a matter of minutes, Eric and [Name] are stepping into the market leading to both boys having numerous items shoved into their field of vision. One thing catching [Name’s] eye was off to the side and resting in a small basket on a table. [Name] almost immediately let go of Eric’s hand and swiftly made his way toward the object staring at it for a few seconds. It was small, red, with yellow specks, and green leaves on top of it. He plucked one out and brought it to his lips softly taking a bite.

“Mmmm!” [Name] hummed out in response to the burst of flavor he was experiencing. He quickly grabbed a few more and ate them completely embraced in the taste.

“Hey!” The vendor yelled, snatching the basket away from the boy. “If you want to eat them you have to pay for them! You can’t just go around stealing from me!”

[Name] stood there unsure of how to react. “I’m sorry?”

“So you're gonna pay for what you’ve eaten then right?”

“I don't have anything to pay for.” He said his voice coming off more confused than stern.

“Ha! He’s got nothing to pay for, can you believe that!?”

“What’s going on? What seems to be the problem here?” Eric asks them to jog.

“Well, I caught this young man here eating all of my Strawberries! And when I asked him to pay for what he’s eaten he said he doesn’t have anything to pay with!”

“Strawberries?” [Name] says with genuine confusion.

“How many did he eat?”

“I’m not sure but a couple for sure!”

“Here how about we…” Eric unbuttons his coat pocket pulling out a couple of gold coins. “... buy the whole basket?” Eric hands the vendor a couple of coins, grabs the basket, and turns around to see [Name] disappear once again. “Huh?”

[Name] walks around the market ogling at every little thing he sees and once more something catches his eye. A navy blue long-sleeved button-up. He reaches for it the fabric soft to the touch. He jumps at the feeling of a hand slowly grabbing his waist causing him to twirl around as his moment of fear settles as he stares into Eric's eyes causing him an array of feelings.

“You scared me!” [Name] cries out not before noticing the Fisherman net bag draped across Eric’s shoulder filled with Strawberries. “Oh, you got more!” he exclaims, reaching into the bag, pulling one out, and taking a bite.

“That’ll look good on you. It complete’s your deep complexion.”

“You think so?”

“Of course.” Eric turns toward the vendor and cocks his head towards the shirt. “Could we try it on?”

“Go on ahead.”

[Name] took the shirt off the rack and placed it over his clothes and buttoned it and looked at Eric. ¨So what do you think?¨

Eric shifts his weight onto his left foot and tilts his head from side to side. "Step a little closer,” Eric says, exaggerating the word ¨Little¨.

[Name] steps closer looking at the ground entering his field of vision are Eric´s hands once more grabbing at his waist and slowly spinning him around. If [Name] had been a couple of shades lighter Eric would for sure have seen the blush that was brewing on his face.

¨Yeah it looks good, not too tight or too loose. How much?¨

The vendor holds up three fingers and as Eric goes to hand him the coins [Name] gently taps on his shoulder Eric turns around to see [Name] holding up a straw hat. ¨I think this would look good on you!¨ [Name] says gently poking Eric's chest and placing the hat on his head.

¨Five now.¨ The vendor says a hint of happiness in his tone.

And Eric does as he's told and hands the man five coins, turning around after doing so only to find the other boy missing and poofing into thin air like those cartoons we´ve all watched.

[Name] wandered down the row of vendors immersed in the new sites and scents he was experiencing for the first time. Well, walking down the rows he would hear things such as.

¨Ẅould you like to try this?¨

¨Freshly grown!¨

¨ Handmade and crafted by me and the local islanders!¨

And of course, he would stop and stare at each thing before racing off to the next thing that caught his eye. And what currently caught his eye was a bouquet he plucked a rose from the bouquet a white rose (A white rose symbolizes youthfulness, innocence, and young love), and smelled it. The smell was new to him; he didn't know how to describe it but he was immersed in the scent. Not before long another site caught his eye. It was a combination of red, orange, and yellow and left a trail of smoke floating into the air.

He steps towards the site but is soon stopped by Eric softly grabbing his hand ¨Hey! There you are I should keep you on a leash to prevent you from wandering off! What do you have there?¨

¨A flower! I don't know what type but I remember seeing them in a book that I had found.¨

Eric takes the flower, breaks the steam, and places it behind his ear twisting a curl around the steam.

¨Ẅhere were you off to?¨

[Name] takes Eric's hand in his and moves to his right-hand side and points into the sea of people.

¨Isn´t that the most beautiful thing you´ve ever seen!¨ [Name] says in his tone nothing short of complete joy.

Eric squints his eyes and tilts his head from side to side searching for the quote on quote ¨Most beautiful thing he's ever seen¨. ¨What am I looking for?¨

¨That! Don´t you see it? Whatś the word…. Fire!¨ [Name] answers continuously pointing his finger into the crowd.

¨Oh? Have you never seen a fire before?¨ [Name] shakes his head. ¨Well how about this once we get back to the castle I´ll ask Grimsby to head to the shore later tonight and set up a small picnic for us with a bonfire. How's that sound?¨ Eric announced with a soft smile on his face.

¨Amazing! But do you think we could look around some more?¨

¨Of course. Get anything you want!¨

And he collected items such as a hand fan, Oranges, Cherries, and a blanket and even sooner the sun had set behind the vast ocean and the moon had risen. Eric and [Name] headed down to the beach hand in hand the net bag Eric had bought now held a supply of Cherries, Strawberries, and oranges.

The soft glow of the fire blanketed the sand and a wave of excitement washed over [Name] he gripped Eric´s hand tighter as they walked toward it ([Name] walking a tad bit faster) he could already feel the heat of the fire on his body. Eric and [Name] set up a small picnic a couple of feet away from the fire. Laying the blanket on the sand and placing the bag on said blanket.

Eric watched as the other boy stared longingly at the glowing fire like moths to light. The glow of the fire reflecting off of his dark skin as [Name] leaned closer toward the bonfire feeling the heat smother his face. He slowly stretched a hand growing closer toward it, the heat slowly starting to burn his fingertips. Burn? Burn? Burn!

A golden flame licked three of his fingers (index, middle, and ring finger) burning them to the touch causing him to let out a soft cry. Eric immediately shot up, grabbing his elbow and pulling him away from the mass of heat.

¨Ow….¨ [Name] whimpered holding his burned fingers in his other hand.

¨Here let me see¨ Eric stretches a hand out toward [Name] as he shows him his burn.

Eric holds [Names] wrist gently inspecting the injury before looking into his eyes.

“‘You’ll be fine! Once we get back to the castle I’ll put some ointment on it and it’ll be as if you never got burned.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely! Would you like me to uh… kiss it better?”

A confused look grew on [Names] face as a silence grew between them, this one awkward, unlike last time.

“O-okay.”

Eric reaches out and takes [Name’s] wrist in his hand and brings his fingertips to his lips and plants a soft kiss on them. [Name] drew in a breath and felt as if his stomach had suddenly become empty and a herd of butterflies had begun fluttering around inside that pit. Eric lets go of [Name’s] wrist and it slowly falls toward the ground.

“Feel better?”

“I feel something…”

“What?”

“Nothing! I feel better.”

“Good!” Eric reaches into the bag and pulls out an orange and hands it to [Name]. [Name] takes it from him and bites into it “No!” Eric shouts and pulls the fruit away from him. “You’re supposed to peel it!” Eric says letting out a small laugh as he starts unraveling the orange.

Once Eric is done taking off the peal he then takes apart the orange and hands one slice to [Name] and he slowly bites into it.

“Do you like it?”

“It tastes-It tastes good! What is it?”

“An orange!”

“Orange” [Name] quietly repeated.

For the next couple of hours or so Eric and [Name] talked, told stories, and learned so much about each other’s life and the island ([Name] mostly learned about the island of course). Eric lay on his back, his arm behind his head, with [Name’s] head resting on his stomach, lying the opposite way Eric was. Eric pointed up at the sky and [Name] listened intently as Eric blabbed on about the stars that sat in the black sheet that was the sky.

“That’s Leo the Lion.”

“It’s beautiful…”

Eric sits up and [Name] sits up as well and cocks his head to look at Eric with a confused expression.

“Can I kiss you?”

[Name] nods his head looking up into Eric’s bold blue eyes as Eric smiles at him before slowly leaning in (Name doing the same) their lips touch and [Name] feels a different feeling this time, not the butterfly feeling or an awkward feeling. It was something… different. He felt a warmth in him, not the type that burned but that felt inviting and comforting. On Eric’s lips, he could taste a hint of strawberries well Eric on the other hand could taste the Orange he had eaten the flavor still on his lips.

Both boys could feel their hearts flutter and a great deal of softness could be felt between them. It was nearly perfect the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore and the quiet whistle of the wind only added to the ambiance.

Eric pulled away his pale face, a soft pastel pink, his mouth twisted into a goofy grin.

“That was…” [Name] looks up into the night sky searching for the right word. “... to die for… if that’s the right word!”

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