xBlood_Runs_Coldx
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Stiles is seventeen and very, very horny. Derek just adds to the hormones, and Stiles likes to torture himself, getting off to thought of Derek’s hands, his mouth, his everything. Mostly those things on Stiles in some way. One night, Derek gets him to spill the truth.
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- Part 1 of Volant Folium (wip)
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For Valentine's Day, Derek, Scott and Stiles plan on taking turns reading from books of their choosing- while being stimulated in all sorts of ways- until they can't see straight enough to read anymore.
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“So?” Scott says.
“So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”
The asshole actually has the audacity to laugh. As if this is somehow hilarious to him. Worst best friend ever. “No, I didn’t.”
“This is not funny, Scott.”
“Yeah, it actually kind of is, though.”
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wearin' a robe, same ones we left on the hotel floor by lenastardust
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
06 Jul 2026
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The door starts creaking open. Eddie barely has time to pretend he wasn’t watching it when Buck steps out in…
So not clothes, but not a towel either. He can’t decide if his prayers were half answered or if he was actually being cursed. Maybe he did believe in God.
Buck steps out of the bathroom in a robe that was definitely not meant for a man his size. A white, fluffy robe that barely came down to mid thigh and was slightly open, giving Eddie a nice preview of his chest. Soft hairs peaked out from it.
Eddie’s mouth was dry, and maybe open slightly. He was oogling, he’s very aware of that. Drinking in the sight of his arguably huge best friend in this tiny fucking robe. Okay, definitely cursed.
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Buck wears a bathrobe. Eddie loses his mind about it.
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"I don't think it'll fit me either, Buck." He said, sliding his sweatpants down to his ankles, leaving him standing in just briefs and his t-shirt.
Buck scoffed. "Puh-lease," He said dramatically. "It looks exactly your size, Eds." He motioned up and down Eddie's body as he spoke.
"Har-har, very funny." Eddie replied. He stood there for a moment, skirt in hand as his mind was swimming in the four bottles he had drank prior, but ultimately, he took a deep breath, and hooked his legs into the skirt, pulling it up slowly.
He expected more resistance—maybe even getting it stuck around him, like Buck did, but getting it past his thighs and ass only took a little bit of effort, otherwise the skirt fit him like it was tailored to his size exactly. The hem of his boxer briefs were visible from the front, and from the cool breeze he could feel in the back, now, Eddie knew that it sat pretty high up on his ass.
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Eddie and Buck, drunk, find a miniskirt in Eddie's old storage.