#Honestly I don't know what to put but I had a lot of fun and felt the need to post about it.

[stump-not-found]

i <3 creepy hallway

creepy hallway number one <3

alright time for more home life stuff . the bedroom scene came up as a way of trying to reintegrate the gold statue from earlier, since i just really love trying to find old elements and tie them in as plot relevant as time goes on . not usually planned, but it comes through during the editing stage, which is a fun game of deciding what scenes to keep, and which to get rid of . i wasn't so certain about this one, but i loved the idea of baby ford interacting with mabel, who's slightly older... i need to draw art of it, honestly . they're cute

it's really gratifying seeing people pick up on what i've been setting up as part of ford and the statue, the fact i was able to effectively communicate something going on means the world to me . the rest of the story is gonna dig into it more so i won't lay it all out here, but it really is so much fun . makes the whole writing process feel so communicative when people share thoughts and interpretations . especially when the scenes are meant to be read into !

we also get the closet yay . sure that's not gonna be important at all

writing the kids big blow up fight was a trip and a half . the original vision was a pretty shallow "we're stressed out and out grunkles should stop being mean to each other :(", just as a way to try and push forward the dynamics between ford and stan . that still exists, it's just a lot more focus being put onto the kids themselves . they're tertiary characters for sure, but i like thinking about their home life, and how that impacts them

one of the challenges is trying to have the fight feel fairly balanced between the two of them . shoutouts to my brother and wife for the full ass socratic seminar we had about threading that needle . how do you get a conversation where a young trans boy is trying to discuss his fears about his life and his body, and keeps getting shut down ? how do you balance that with a little girl who feels like it's her job to be the sweet, happy, emotionally intellegent adult in the room ? i'm happy with the end result but boy was it stressful

bill also wasn't gonna be here but i wanted more bill so . he got to come back . i really liked tying in nick with the spit to the little chats their having in the paradox dimension . love the lil hand pinch that was just a treat for meeeee, i get to be indulgent in my fics as much as i want . i also like the fact that ford is under some indescribable pain that entire time . they got a dynamic in this story that makes me laugh .

you know whats funny is i didn't even realize ship of theseus was a paradox writing a lot of the stuff about paradoxes . for some reason i just stumbled into that one . very funny . or, no wait -- i totally knew the entire time my brain is the size of three (3) whole apples

oh man and the entire lab scene i just loved writing . i love including bathroom breaks . i love dipper's poor hygiene . i love the fact the kids traded gold for soda, they're such perfect lil con men in training . and again the whole talk about star trek was so indulgent and fun

the brothers grew up queer in the 60's/70's and that's a major part of their arc . i hope to get across the ways they both hurt each other both as kids and adults . they still got so much to work on, and i just don't know if they've got the time

anyways creepy hallway bill time

favorite part:

“Clark.” Ford stiffens, stops. Looks up. “What?” “That, uh, captain guy. The one with the, he had the big, you know–” Stan gestures over his chest, puffing his pecs out a bit more. “Always had em out, shirt cut off or whatever. Got all hot and sweaty. Great hair.” “...Kirk?” Ford turns in his seat, slightly, to get a better look at his brother. Stan clicks his tongue, points his index finger in recollection. “ Kirk .” He repeats, and the image of the guy blooms in Stan’s head. Ford had a magazine with him on the cover, about as disheveled and beat up as a guy could look, shirt torn open. That particular mag went ‘missing’ into Stan’s stash, and he laughs at that old memory getting drudged up. “I, uh. Was a fan , back then.”

i just love how neither one of them can say what they're talking about out loud lol

Stan and Ford have a conversation, Mabel and Dipper get a bit absurd, and something gold is given meaning.

If you don't look, you won't see it fading.

[helluverse-rewrites]

Rewriting Fizzarolli and Striker

Yeah I'm putting these two together because if I were to just do one it would be to short I feel

Fizzarolli

Fizz is a fucking menace. He causes chaos wherever he goes with no regard for others. He's a selfish jokester and an asshole and legit loves to bully people and make others feel smaller than he feels

I hate how the show ruined his character and just made him uwu sub boy who has to be protected by his big dom daddy. Make him be an asshole. You guys had it in the first half

Sure, he was a jerk before working under Mammon. But after? He can read you like a book. He knows immediately what your biggest insecurity and will bully you mercilessly about it

I'm not going to spoil too much about my rewrite of Fizzmodeus just yet. But they didn't have the smoothest first meeting

Yeah he bullies people using their insecurities, but truth be told, he has a lot of insecurities he hides behind cruel words and snark. He is literally all bark and no bite

Okay he can bully you and he tells you exactly what he thinks of you. But around Mammon? He is very compliant, it's like he's a completely different person honestly

Striker

Striker :)))

We don't meet Striker until the halfway point of season 1, but his character is foreshadowed a lot in the first couple episodes. Wanted posters, offhanded comments, ect. but the thing is... nobody knows it's Striker. When assassinating people, he keeps his identity hidden behind different pieces of clothing. But one thing that points to his identity is that one golden fang. A passerby claims that the assassin's mask slipped off for a split second, revealing a golden tooth. A couple other people has claimed to also see the golden fang. And until his identity is confirmed, they call the assassin Golden Fang. Too bad so many imps do, in fact, have a golden tooth

The only reason the higher ups care about this is because he's killing royals, and that's unacceptable

Striker is a cunning, manipulative, and charming imp. Like I said, we meet him at the Harvest Moon Festival, and it's revealed that he's actually a family friend of Millie and her family. Moxxie immediately doesn't like him and Striker is oblivious

Man, wouldn't it be crazy if he ended up joining I.M.P which creates some fun dynamics 🤔🤔

Oh yeah I should probably go over the reason why he hates rich people. When Striker was only five, his family got killed by the Goetias. His family were trained fighters so they tried to fend off the Goetias. Striker, being smaller than them, and also a baby, just had to hide and hope for the best. He hid under his bed for five hours, hoping his ma or pa would come to retrieve him and tell him everything would be alright. But that never came

[vonlycaonwife]

Lycaon relationship hcs

Omg I went off on this, this was supposed to be for someone’s request but then I accidentally went completely self indulgent. So this will be made into its own post!

Warnings: nsfw (under the cut), knotting, bdsm

Honestly seeing Lycaon in a relationship is like seeing fireflies in the night. It's so whimsical and almost magical, even if it is reality and down to earth.

He's just so sweet and romantic, a lot of the time not meaning to! Like he just naturally would do these little things that make your heart melt.

Though in the beginning he definitely was nervous, not so much to the point of it being obvious to a stranger. But the rest of the members definitely had fun seeing him overthink his actions.

These three would definitely be asked a lot of questions, mainly Rina though since she would have better advice (debatable) than Corin or Ellen.

But! Once the relationship has been through the first couple of months everything is pretty smooth sailing.

He doesn't really question what to do, mainly because he would communicate with you very clearly and often to make sure everything is alright and he's not overstepping.

If his partner isn't a thiren I can imagine him fearing about potentially overstepping because of the possible habits thirens have when in relationships.

One I feel is them being a bit more territorial, though how it's shown is dependent on each person. For Lycaon I feel that for him it's very subtle, like making sure his scent is on you. I can't see him getting aggressive publicly unless someone was making his partner uncomfortable.

Another thiren custom I highly feel is a thing is partners grooming each other. Since it's a common thing amongst animals for bonding, thirens most likely have that instinct as well. So I can see him insistenting on brushing your hair and maybe doing your makeup if you wear any. And he wouldn't really complain about you returning the favor, you would definitely see his tail wagging as you brush his fur.

Also! Another important thing you see more commonly than others is definitely him using more casual prosthetics than the ones we see usually see him. While they would be cyber enhancements as well, they wouldn't have the same modifications as his work ones. I can't imagine him letting just anyone see him use those, so you would be very special to him to see him using those.

Do I have to even mention that he's like the best when it comes to taking care of a sick partner? THIS MAN-

While I don’t believe he would call out of work for a simple cold, he would already have everything prepared for you. Like medicine beside your bed along with a warm meal in the microwave (to keep warm).

But if it's worse than that you can guarantee that he's staying around to make sure you recover at a speedy pace.

Nsfw under the cut

Okay but it's very obvious Lycaon restrains himself a lot to put on a more sophisticated approach.

So when to sex with him you really would have to show him how much you trust him to let him fully relax and not hold himself back during the act.

Even then I don't think he would want to do things roughly that often, maybe only when he's really stressed and needs to release it. Though if that were to be the case there is always a safe word.

As a thiren I do believe he potentially goes through a rut, but it's not really something that happened often until he met you. And even then he most likely prefers to not undergo that since he would lose control of himself.

But! That doesn't mean I don't think he's kinky, I definitely believe he is.

I can see him having a small bdsm thing, but it's only surface level. He mainly would only ever bring these into the bedroom once he knows there's a great amount of trust between you two.

He very much gives soft dom vibes, but it's also obvious that he also has the potential to be a mean dom. I mean come on they're clearly hinting at him being a bit sadistic, even if surface level.

Also I have to say this, he definitely has a knot. (YOU CANNOT STOP ME I AM A FURRY BITCH *ahem* anyway-) But in order for that to ever come into play he would prepare for several weeks, since I can't imagine him not having a big dick and putting a knot on that sounds painful. 

But also I feel like he would only ever do penetrative sex if he's very confident about spending the rest of his life with his partner. Since wolves do have a habit of mating for life.

So it would take awhile to get to that point, and even longer once he's agreed to it since again, prepping you could take a bit.

Another thing I feel I should bring up is him potentially keeping his prosthetics on during sex. It would be the casual ones I've spoken about, but I think he wouldn't take them off for extra leverage and also comfortability (as I feel like in zzz they're most likely advanced enough in tech to where they're pretty comfortable to wear a lot).

Though on the off chance he doesn't have them on you would more likely than not ride him.

Actually speaking on positions, he's definitely a missionary or mating press guy. Maybe would do stuff from behind if he's bending you over a counter or desk. 

Though that would only happen when at home, since I highly doubt he would want anyone to walk in on him while in the act.

[dis-astre]

BREAKDOWN OF LES MISÉRABLES IN FRANCE : ACT I

- they use the almost same costumes as the west end which... great bc sometimes france tends to make....... weird choices concerning their costume department for musical shows

- lots of projections for the decor, the set was very sleek, but they used it well

- javert was on point, props to the actor honestly he was one of the best thing of the show

- the actors in general were hitting those notes like craaaaazy, they were all so good

- the thenardier got me laughing uncontrollably, they were perfect and master of the house was *chief kiss*, people dancing on the tables, a lot of things were going on in the background which added to the chaos which was perfect

- master of the house is disgustingly perfect in french

- they were little kids in the audience and i don't think the parents were rlly aware of the show bc... well first the language is rlly crude (even more than the last french version), and they have sex on stage at some point in lovely ladies???? (honestly don't remember if this was in the west end version circa 2019 pls if u know enlighten me)

- the kids playing eponine, cosette and gavroche were so great they got a standing ovation and all

- for the confrontation, javert has a rifle and they basically play hide and seek like valjean hides from javert in the hospital and javert hunt him and the nurses are trying to help valjean (at some point one hides the gun under the bed of a patient and it's was funny)

- THEY MADE MONTPARNASSE SO GAY?????? LIKE????? bro was this big tall twink behaving like 💅💅🌈✨✨💃💅🌈💃✨✨💅 guuuuuurl, he was so coquette i stg, so that was fun

- les amis were >>> amazing, loved them sm ! it was really less gay and enjoltaire than the english production and overall the choices made were real different from what i had seen before and i loved that; i think it comes from the fact that french ppl tend to stay more "true" to the original work especially with such an important book as Les Mis but i'll explain myself more in act II

- in the beginning of abc cafe, R is drinking from a bottle and Enj just casually pass by him and grab the bottle before physically sitting him down

- R proceeded to try and grab the bottle from everyone and they were all exchanging the bottle to get it away from him

- he also was ALWAYS talking and laughing with les amis and making jokes like trying to shake hands with one of them and then retracting his hand last moment, childish plays and so cute to watch them laugh and interact like that

- when enjolras started talking, R stopped everything and put his chin in his hands and started looking at him with stars in his eyes and the biggest smile (he was so hot pls help) and that was so cute

- "marius you're late" was said in the most annoyed french tone and i love it

- after R verse and "it is better than an opera", everyone was clapping and enjolras was sulking in a corner, and one of the amis (presumably combeferre) went "OH SHUSH" in the most Dad Voice ever to shut everyone up and proceed to motion to enjolras to come back and talk

- R casually jumping on chairs

- R never got his bottle back so he proceed to open a book, read it and tried to show everyone what he was reading and talked about the book; and idk i loved that yes show how much of a yapper and actually a smart man my guy is

- i finally got to hear what they say for the "general lamarque is dead" part bc it's never on any album and it's really so close to the english version, except instead of saying to R "do we have the guns we need?", enj say something along the line of "R put the bottle down and chose a weapon" and R goes basically like "oh no needs my breathe will kill two in one blow" so pretty close to the english verse and i love it

- do you hear the people sing was amazing with the new lyrics

- they changed a lyric in one day more and i'm so SO glad they did bc i HATED it, so basically in french we have "you" meaning "tu/toi" as like a singular individual or you say "tu/toi" to a close person; and "you" as "vous" as like more than one person or you say "vous" to someone you don't know/respect. and in the original version for "my place is here, i fight with you" marius say "ma place est là, auprès de toi" and now he says "auprès de vous" and that's SO MUCH BETTER bc the original lyric is like... who tf is "toi" bc it's not a plural so is it cosette ?? which is inaccurate, or is it enjolras ?? which doesn't make any sense at all bc he fight with all of les amis, not just one ??????? so yeah, one of the best lyric change they've made

anyway here's some pro shots and i'll make a part II later for act II byeeee

[the-universal-sun]

Hello I love you're aggression content and I was wondering if you have any posts or had cannons about Dipper and Maple being age requesters with either Stan being the caregiver or the bean each other's caregivers

Hmmm, well while I don't have any posts about the twins regressing, now is as good a time as any to start! I hope this is what you were looking for, and thank you so much for your request! 'm always open for helpful comments, too!

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-I feel like Dipper would start unconsciously regressing first. He's stressed almost all the time, and we know he's worried about his parents fighting, so his worries and anxieties would manifest in more childish ways, I mean we see how he sucks/chews on his shirt when he gets stressed or too deep in thought. So that would just keep happening and Stan, worried and wanting Dipper to stop but having to keep his gruff persona, steals and stick a pacifier in his mouth whenever he notices Dipper's doing it. He's hoping to dissuade Dipper from chewing, and it almost works at first, but then he starts to find the chewing and sucking on the pacifier comforting, so he just keeps it in. He'll keep it and use it when he's not around Stan, too, just to calm him down.

-Stan would see that and be so confused, but at least he's not staining his shirt with spit. So he just shrugs and rolls with it, noticing how much calmer his nephew gets with the pacifier. Sometimes, even, Dipper will just want to sit with Stan and watch his shows-westerns which eventually turn into cartoon reruns from the 60s and 70s "the classics, kid!", which enthuses Dipper much more than Black and White shows.

-Eventually, Stan just starts expecting Dipper to act younger than he is when the pacifier is out, and he's not complaining, no sass from his nephew? No complaining when Stan wants to eat oatmeal to give his aching gums some relief from the dentures? Dipper even joins in on eating oatmeal with his Grunkle Stan, but only if there's lots of brown sugar and cinnamon in his

-Of course there is, Stan makes sure of that

-Then Mabel starts to notice how much time Dipper spends with their Grunkle Stan and sneaks around to watch what happens-just the tiniest bit jealous because her brother isn't spending as much time with her. Dipper only spends time with Stan when she's with Grenda and Candy, but that's besides the point

-She's...confused when she sees her brother laughing at old people cartoons with a pacifier in his mouth, but honestly, she's up for weird! Stan obviously notices her spying and gestures for her to wait in the kitchen, telling Dipper to stay put while he gets some juice for them

-Stan very seriously tells her that under no circumstances is she ever allowed to tease her brother about this. She's offended at first, but remembering the time when her and Stan made fun of Dipper's manliness (or lack thereof), she agrees. Sometimes she just can't tell how far is too far

-She's still jealous of how much time they're spending together, so she asks to join one day, double pinky promising that she won't make fun of Dipper or Grunkle Stan (he's quite soft with Dipper when he's like this, but he's got an image to uphold dagnabbit!) and you know what? She can get behind it. Watching cartoons and drawing all day without being told to grow up? It's great

-It's not until after they had that run in with dinosaurs that she actually feels what Dipper feels when he does this-she finally understands that floaty feeling that her brother's always talked about, how her worries drift away and she can just be

-Stan thought he'd have a handful with two kids acting like this, but they are surprisingly well-behaved, content to just color and watch his favorite childhood shows. He's also caught off guard by how much he enjoys it, he thought he'd get annoyed watching two kids acting like younger kids, but it brings a sort of lightness to his heart that he hasn't had before. Is this what being a parent is like? Nah, that's still too much responsibility than what someone like him has or wants. But having his great niblings there, his family there, relying on him and wanting to be around him, loving him, well, he can indulge in the twins habits for a little while longer. Just because it makes them easier to deal with. That's all

-Man, Stan sure needs to dust in here, it's getting in his eyes

[matrixbearer2024]

Also how old are the Stan twins by the time Dipper and Mabel are 12? I’m assuming they’re in college but feel free to correct me.

By the time Dipper and Mabel are 12, the Stan Twins are out of college(technically). If we place the AU in 2024(they were born in 2003) they're already 21, and considering that most undergraduate programs could typically last 2-6 years- their undergrad courses (BSBA[Bachelor of Science in Business Administration] for Stan and BS(CMB)[Bachelor of Science in Biology with specialization in Cell and Molecular Biology] for Ford) are 4 year courses. They haven't been delayed or are late in any educational progress so they've only got a year left of undergrad.

They study in Graviton University Oregon, because I didn't have gravity falls "exist" technically. The town exists and that's where the university is, just more urbanized and without any of the wtf weird creatures that reside in the town from canon.

By the way, the niblings haven't been born yet considering that Shermie isn't even married yet. I plan on Shermie getting married by new year of 2025 and settling down in Piedmont with his girl, and the niblings will be born the year after around the same time the Stan Twins finally finish undergrad.

That's not the last of it though since they both still plan on moving up to masters and Ford wants to get a Phd(he starts with one and then starts collecting them like Pokémon) and it's mostly where they diverge paths as Stan throws himself into more of accounting/enterprenurial and Ford into researcher/biologist.

I don't really think Stan uses his knowledge on business too much at the start however since I do plan on him being scouted for a sports team(Haven't decided between basketball or baseball yet) before he graduates and while building his career as an athlete he finishes his masters(he takes 3 years to do it instead of the usual 2).

Ford had his fun in undergrad, so he fully commits to studying at this point and like in canon is pretty damn advanced compared to the rest of his peers. The curriculum and subject weights have definitely shifted from canon but I still do think it would only more or less take him 7-8 years to get his first doctorate.

By the time the niblings are 12, the Stan twins are 34, Sherm's 42.

Stan's spotlight as an athlete is waning and he's mostly helping run Fidds' family business, he's practically acting CEO in Fidds' place and is very comfortable with the pay he's getting. Stan wasn't really hardcore into sports anyway, he just took the opportunity because it presented itself to him and frankly he's okay with that. He starts drawing comics again as a hobby and with Fidds' help eventually becomes a comic-book artist part time since a businessman is his main gig post sports stardom. Much like some iconic artists and writers in DC and marvel, he ends up joining them when people like the series he puts out and the more "retro" artstyle.

Ford is making innovations left and right in the realm of genetics and biotechnology ever since graduating at 30 and he's got Fidds and Bill to help him with the more techy parts of his work. Ford hasn't stopped studying entirely though and honestly collects honorary PhDs to keep himself well rounded, not to mention he consistently attends seminars or science conferences to keep on top of the newest discoveries or updates to what's going on in the world. It wasn't his dream or intention of becoming one of the "greats" that go down in history but he really might at his pace, it's not something he thinks or cares about though.

You could argue that their life is practically being fast-tracked here but honestly, I think the pace fits them. It's a lot less chaotic compared to canon but considering how driven these two are, I think it's a pretty comfortable pace.

By the way, despite the busy life and all that- Ford tries his best to go to all of Stan's games live even when Shermie or Caryn miss it, despite the fact he doesn't really know anything that's going on just which team his brother's playing and if he's winning. Similarly, when Ford is called to give conferences to explain his findings or research Stan is more than happy to fly out to where he is and sit in just to give his support despite not knowing a damn or understanding whatever the hell his brother is talking about LOL

They're still very close considering that they didn't ever have a fight that tore them apart, they respected each other's wishes and interests and just talked. They always talked. I suppose that's ultimately what makes the big difference.

[backpackingspace]

sinmas thoughts

Okay so I literally just finished the episode an hour ago! And !! Omg

Okay first off deeply concerned about a few things

Like yes yay the elsa bitch guy getting beat up was great but like how fucking easy is it going to be for him to turn around and go hey these peasants attacked me in my own home and it's back to them about to be executed. Like there's no fucking way there isn't consequences for this

Did anybody else notice millie getting punched by elsa bitch really fucking hard right in her lower stomach. Because I sure did! What if she's not pregnant after that what if she comes to terms with being pregnant and starts to get excited only to find out her baby was murdered before it even had a chance.

There were...a lot of fucking pill bottles there. Were they empty or did stolas just mass order his fucking pills. I am worried that via will start to take them. After all she's alone in a traumatic household with her world burning down around her

Speaking of via her powers!! Coming in! And them being sporadic as fuck and tied to her emotions? Can't wait for her to literally blow everybody up that'll be a fun time.

Still on via, bot really a concern just something I'm thinking about. The way via knew immediately not to argue with her mother, or even attempt to get her phone back or get an extra one or anything at all is very telling. The way she knew to just immediately put her headphones in and keep her head down and to go hide in her room. The way she went even further to hide in her closet before starting to sing? (How many times do we think she heard her mom berate her dad for singing) i think via knows her dad was being abused but hasn't yet fully realized what that means and is (understandablely) having a lot of feelings in every single direction.

Luna seems so much more happier and relaxed! She has friends now! She's laughing and smiling and not wearing exclusively dark clothes! She's openly calling blizo dad with out the grumbling! She just seems a lot more settled and happy now and honestly good for her!!

Idk why but I was not expecting stolas to sound like that. Just the way he said pussy caught me off guard for some reason. There were a couple other times where that happened but I don't really feel like listening them all out. Also. Fucking weird to be seeing stolas's pupils now.

Also!!! Stolas's face as m&m tore into each other. Wow. You know he was freaking the fuck out there and reliving some shit.

Speaking of background faces; the imp servants at the palace. Yah they all looked miserable and terrified. Not surprised but still yikes! With stolas they were always very much done with his shit , tired, and resigned but none of them seemed really terrified/upset like they do now.

Love that we don't really get overly nice manipulation Stella on via. Like she didn't even pretend to give a shit about her for more than that one second did she.

Blitzo calling stolas his bottom instead of just... literally anything else. Like he literally did not have to do that. But also confirmed stolitz dom/sub contract? 👀 or is this blitzo being himself and I'm reading too much into it.

All of us secretary! Stolas secretary! Stolas only for it to turn out that he hates it so fucking much ("I'm poor now! Melts into a puddle oh man. )

[melodymunson]

Stranger Things to do list series chapters 3 & 4

Chapters 3 and 4

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Chapter 3- Edwina Munson (oc) x reader

I want a girl with lips like morphine.

Hanging out with Edwina leads to some fun times, especially after a Plasmatics concert.

Wednesday afternoon you were going to the adult store, and knew Edwina would be working a shift that time and day. Heather dropped you off at the mall a block away from the store. There was no way you could tell her where you were going. Once you entered the store– wearing your favorite Dio shirt and Sabbath vest paired with spandex black pants and platform-heeled boots- you went to the back of the store and began looking around. Edwina was reading a Fangoria magazine; an issue of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre's Leatherface.

She looked so hot; wearing all leather and showing off some cleavage. She was known around town for being loved by the ladies, but she also liked guys. It was nice to have another bisexual woman around. Rumor had it her twin Eddie was also bisexual. Pretending you knew what you were doing as you began to browse, you took note of the toys and the videos around. Family Video had an adult section apparently, but this adult store was the only place you could buy them in Hawkins.

There were so many toys to choose from and quite a wide selection. It was overwhelming. The music playing and knowing Edwina was nearby put you in your happy place. The store was playing a hair metal station and currently Bret Michael’s band Poisons song Talk Dirty To Me. After being in the store for about five minutes, Edwina approached you. The smell of her original flavored bubble gum lingered in the air as she popped her gum. Edwina smelled like a mix of lavender flowers and fresh white musk.

Hands on her hips, she cocked her head gazing at you with curiosity.

“May I help you, Y/N?”

“Maybe. I was looking for my first toy. I mean, if you want to guide me in the right direction. I honestly don't know what I am doing if I'm being honest with you.” You stammered over your words and looked mainly at the ground as you talked fast hoping she wouldn't mind. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of your biggest girl crush.

“I can help you with that. I have tons at home. Don't be nervous. I won't bite you.”

Smiling at her you nervously reached out for what was called a hitachi wand. There were three colors: grey, black, and white.

“I have all models and versions. I hope that's not too TMI. There are so many different settings. And if it doesn't work for you, you can always invest in a good removable showerhead,” she suggested with a big grin.

Edwina picked up the black version wrapped in plastic.

“I got this one first, it's also my favorite. And you can use my assistant manager discount. How does that sound?”

You took note of her nails– mainly black and some dark glittery red. Her nails were long and stunning. She had on black guitar pick earrings and had a nose stud, nose ring, lip ring, 10 ear piercings with mainly skull earrings, and lots of tattoos. Her tattoos were of skulls on her neck, peace signs on her right shoulder, a Halloween sleeve on her left arm of jack-lanterns/pumpkins, and ghosts, and her other arm with tattoos of pentagrams, also a Baphomet.

“That's nice of you, and thanks. I want to look around a bit more first. I do want one though… the black I guess. Any special deals on batteries by any chance?” you asked playfully.

“Yep. A pack of 100 batteries for ten dollars. If you have any questions about anything though ask. Oh, the videos here are overpriced but you can always check Family Video. Or borrow one of mine. Just saying,” Edwina tells you with a slight shrug.

“Thanks. I might take you up on that.”

Noticing her battle jacket and the pins on them you noticed a Plasmatics one. It was similar to yours of Wendy O Williams, from that era, and the patch on your denim Levi’s jacket.

“I love your Plasamtics pin! I would love to see them. It's a shame they don't play too close to Indiana. I love Wendy!”

“Me too, I'm seeing them this weekend– going down in my van on Friday and seeing the Brooklyn show on Saturday night at L Amour. Well, my ex-girlfriend and I broke up so I have a free ticket. Maybe you’d want to come?”

Her brows were raised curiously and you were shocked, but in the best way possible. Edwina had a very tempting offer on hand indeed. There was nothing you wanted more than that. It would be fun. It was a great idea to come in here today. Now if only you could conceal your purchases so Heather wouldn't notice or ask questions.

“I would… yeah, I’d love that. I can help pay for food and gas. Anything and everything. You name it I can happily oblige,” you offered up to her hoping this trip would happen.

That nothing would interfere. Luckily you had no weekend shift at the Hawkins pool so this should work out perfectly. Next week was Eddie's show, and maybe Edwina would be going. Who knows.

“Great! I can pick you up at your place at ten am or so. Sound good?” She asked, sweetly batting her lashes and sounding hopeful.

“Of course. Perfect. I’ll let you know if I have any more questions.”

“We’d sleep in my van the first night. I hope that it's alright with you. The second night a decent hotel room. Is that alright?” She asked with a grin.

“Perfect.”

She went to get a pack of batteries and a basket. Thanking her she got out a dum dum watermelon lollipop unwrapping it, and offered you one which you eagerly accepted before she walked away. Once you put the black Hitachi wand into the basket you gathered some lube, a glass pink dildo with a red heart at one end of it, a purple vibrator, a white butt plug with a bedazzled red ruby jewel at the end of it, and a anal training kit in blue.

The video titles were interesting and there were various sections. One was for lesbian-only content, another softcore, one for dom/sub-content, one for group sex/orgies, and girl/guy action. They looked interesting. Maybe one day you would take a trip to the Family Video to visit their adult section. Steve could help you find something good.

Taking your purchases to the counter you put them down and let Edwina ring you up smiling at you seemingly impressed by your purchases. You couldn't wait to go home and try them out. The total came to a little over a hundred with Edwina’s generous assistant manager discount.

“Thanks for shopping here. Don't worry, I’ll wrap it all discreetly and I have black bags for it.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that.”

Writing down your number you gave it to her.

“Thanks. See you Saturday.”

She gave you the biggest wink before you took your bag, put it into your backpack, and then walked out the door. Going to the nearest payphone you called Heather to pick you up and she did. Soon you were at home and unwrapped your toys once you had a nice hot and steamy shower. It was wonderful. Using the removable shower head you got yourself off, thankful to your shower radio playing hair metal and Motley Crue to cover up the lewd sounds you made as the water hit your pussy and massaged your clit. You used every setting thinking about Edwina and fucking her in every way possible as you got off tilting your head back and having one of the hardest orgasms of your life making your legs and knees shake.

Saturday came and you were waiting in your driveway bags packed eager to see Edwina. The drive would be long but so much fun. You packed snacks, candy, a big cooler, ice, and even some booze. Edwina might have a flask, or you could stop at the gas station along the way. It would be nice, especially with the cassettes she had and one’s you brought along as well.

Once she arrived pulling into the driveway with her black van with purple trim you noticed her wearing some purple ray bans and waved at her as she left the car. Taking your bags for you she put them in the back of her van before embracing you in a hug. She smelled like clove cigarettes, eucalyptus, and faintly of roses. She did wear a signature rose perfume which you loved.

“Hey, gorgeous. Ready to rock out? You look so fucking beautiful.”

She kissed your cheek and held your hand. Her warmth and hospitality were so genuine and refreshing.

“Of course. I'm so excited. I can't wait!” You told her sounding overjoyed.

Soon in her car, you were quickly on the road taking notice of the setup she had in the back with lots of pillows, blankets, sheets, a comforter, and an inflatable queen-sized air mattress. It would surely be an interesting day with Edwina. She was playing the newest Plasmatics album on cassette headbanging and encouraging you to do so. The car smelled like Febreze and air freshener pine scented which was lovely.

“I love this album! I'm so excited to hear them play some songs from it live but most excited for Butcher Baby of course,” she enthused as she threw her rock horns into the air.

“Me too. They are amazing live supposedly. It's too bad they never play here. Wendy is so inspirational,” you told her proudly before opening a can of iced coffee espresso and guzzling some down.

Edwina had a liter of bottled water nearby sparkling flavored she took generous swigs from it as she made her way out of Hawkins.

“I've seen them twice. Jersey and Pennsylvania. It was amazing! I never met Wendy though. Maybe tomorrow night we will get lucky. I bet she's nice. I was almost going to go alone but glad I didn't.”

You nodded along noticing she was wearing no bra and you could see her nipples hardened through her black tanktop belly shirt because of the air conditioner running. She looked so hot. Her leather pants were red but looked so good paired with her shirt.

“I love that we are going together. Never been out of state for a concert and never been to New York either.”

Soon you were out of Indiana and in Ohio crossing state lines. Ohio seemed interesting. Driving on the highway there were trucks and some other cars, which was normal for a Friday. Once the cassette was done she let you pick and you chose a Corroded Coffin tape that was a cover album. Hopefully, next, you could listen to her band the Hawkins SheDevils. They had some cover songs too.

“Thought we could stop for lunch but then decided it would be nice to bring along some food so I made us some cheese and pickled jalapeno sub sandwiches with chips,” she admitted with a shrug before drinking more water.

You were done with your coffee and drinking some water now as well.

“I love spicy you remembered.”

She got out the cooler she had with food handing you your sandwich. You took it gladly and got out some napkins and the bag nearby with sun chips and Doritos. You fondly recalled the sleepovers you would have with Edwina when you were teens. Nothing ever happened between the two of you but you would mix drinks and get drunk and watch horror movies falling asleep cuddled next to each other.

“How's your sandwich?” She asked curiously after taking a bite with honey mustard in the center.

“It's great. I'm just so glad to be going with you. The food is good though. Maybe we could stop by a diner tonight or get a pizza for dinner.”

“Perfect. Pizza with extra cheese and veggies and mushrooms too and green olives. I know how much you love our veggie pizzas.”

After you finished lunch you were getting closer out of Ohio and about 5 hours into your drive. Edwina was just the best road trip partner and you craved this closeness/connection to her. Even though you had strong feelings for Eddie your feelings for Edwina had grown as well over the years and she was the most down-to-earth woman.

Now listening to Hawkins She Devils first album you sang along to every word. Edwina was a guitar beast and sometimes played a two-headed guitar. Her guitar skills were flawless and her voice was unmatched sounding like a mix of Joan Jett and Lita Ford.

The next couple of hours went well and you were in Pennsylvania. It was a new feeling. A state like this was so beautiful and the weather was perfect not too warm and windy. Having the windows down was nice. You were eager to find a campsite or somewhere to rest and relax after getting pizzas and hopefully doing some drinking. You had brought along some wine coolers and some red wine to enjoy.

You were eating pizzas by eight o'clock and enjoying some wine just chilling and stargazing at a campsite in upstate Pennsylvania. Edwina's backseat was so comfortable. The night was gorgeous and the concert was coming up quickly. Once you had your fill of pizza you finished your wine and brushed your teeth. Soon in bed with her fan on providing some relief along with the windows slightly down you lay next to her and looked deeply into her eyes.

“Today was so much fun. I'm just lucky I can be with you. I missed time like this with you,” she confided in you as she drew circles on the skin of your arms.

“I have a confession. I like you. I have for a long time now. I've been so nervous to admit it. You are just gorgeous and I love being with you.”

“I like you too y/n. I'm glad you finally told me. I had an idea. Do you want to kiss me?”

Looking at her you nodded and moved closer. Your lips brushed against hers lightly at first before the kiss deepened. She was a biter and it was so hot. You loved the feeling of her tongue against yours and her lip ring as it brushed against your lips. Maneuvering so you were on top of her you ran your hands over every bare inch of her skin.

“Mm so sexy. I never thought we’d be doing this but I'm glad we are,” she murmured against your lips between kisses as her hands moved down to your ass cupping it. She kneaded the flesh of your skin squeezing it and spanking you a bit for good measure.

You weren't sure how much time passed but it was amazing to be kissing the girl of your dreams. She was so sexy and the moment felt perfect. Her red lipstick and your maroon lipstick got all smudged from your heavy makeout session but it was well worth it.

“Mm, maybe we should stop for now. Get some sleep. Tomorrow is a whole new day,” you suggested eager to pick up again soon with whatever this was.

“Sure. I hope you sleep well. And I'm so glad we did this trip together.”

You kissed once more deeply and then fell asleep in each other's arms with Edwina as the big spoon. The next day you woke up mid-morning and went for breakfast getting fast food of hash browns and egg mcmuffins before making the rest of the drive to New York listening to KISS and then checking into the hotel. The room was nice and there was one big bed to share. Once you got settled in you decided to get some lunch at an Italian Bistro in Brooklyn before making your way to the L Amour venue to wait in line for the show to start.

When the Plasmatics took the stage that night you screamed louder than you ever have as you held hands with Edwina until she began to crowd surf and even stage dive. The band had chainsaws, a light show, lightning sparks, fire, and pyrotechnic special effects. You sang so loud and so much that your voice was sore by the end of the set. You had the time of your life and after the last song, you waited for the encore Butcher Baby.

Back at the hotel you ordered fries and burgers for room service, showered, changed into a red silk lingerie nightie, and then got into bed browsing through the channels on TV deciding on a hair metal music video MTV hour. Edwina finished her shower and was back in the room in a white tanktop, and black panties. She got into bed with you wrapping her arms around you embracing you. Her touch was electric and it felt like a bolt of lightning when you kissed. Not wasting any time you kissed deeply and passionately with whimpers and mewls escaping your lips as you dry-humped her grinding and making the prettiest noises.

Edwina's tattoos were so sexy and now seeing all her tattoos fully up close was nice. The Baphomet on her lower stomach and a guitar on her outer thigh, paired with guitar picks on her legs, was sexy. Pulling down her top you took notice of her nipple piercings and black heart tattoo on her chest you rubbed circles on. You would do anything and everything with her that she wanted you to. You’d do anything for this gorgeous woman with the most perfect figure.

“Need to taste your sweet pussy baby girl. Please say yes,” she urged as she moved down your body spreading your legs wide and leaving kisses on your inner thighs as she raised your slip slightly revealing your lavender Victoria's Secret panties.

“Yes I want you to be my first,” you admitted to her wanting to feel her incredible tongue and the sensations her mouth could give you.

Edwina removed her shirt revealing her heart-shaped nipple piercings. Removing your panties with her teeth she tossed them to the side and breathed in the sweet scent of your pussy licking her lips eagerly as she inserted a long finger curling into you and taking notice of how wet you were for her.

“Don't be nervous I’ll make this so good for you. I just know your pussy will taste incredible,” she told you with a grimace licking her lips and showing off her tongue barbell piercing.

As she licked your entrance and spread your walls with two fingers, Edwina looked up at you and the rapt fascination you had on your face as you wrapped your legs around her back bringing her in closer. Sucking your fingers as she licked your pussy walls you tried to hold back your moans as her tongue found your clit and her fingers hit your g-spot.

“Mm no baby girl be vocal for me let the people in the next room hear how good I’m making you feel. I love this slutty pussy. It's so delicious,” she remarked triumphantly before eating you out like a four-course meal.

Edwina was no stranger to eating pussy and she loved women very much. Making another woman feel incredible was her specialty and Edwina knew exactly what they wanted and how to serve them. She had always preferred women for as long as she could remember and with watching all the lesbian pornos she did Edwina picked up more than a handful of tricks.

“Oh fuck! Yes, eat that clit! Suck it good!” You cried clenching the bed sheets tightly so hard your knuckles began to turn white.

“Mmm I could do this for hours,” Edwina boasted as her fingers on your g-spot combined with her tongue had you leaking juices on her tongue.

Every drop she was sure to catch not wanting to waste any of it. Your thighs clenched around her head as your lower back raised off the bed. The constant eye contact you made with Edwina was sexy as fuck and you didn't want this to end.

“I’m gonna cum soon baby!” You forewarned her as you writhed and moaned so beautifully for her and Edwina left soft kitten licks on your clit.

Daring to touch yourself she noticed and swatted your fingers away playfully.

“Mm no let me do it I didn't say you could touch yourself,” she warned as she slapped your pussy and worked her fingers inside you with reckless abandon.

Sweat beaded down your body as she spelled the alphabet with her tongue on your pussy. Your core was aching for release and Edwina never missed a beat nor did her eyes dare to leave yours so she could gauge all your reactions as her mouth made love to your pussy.

“Fuck! Fuck! Yes, I'm going to cum and cream all over your pretty face!” You whined slamming your hands against the headboard and knocking the bedposts against the wall.

“Yes let me taste your sweet cream,” she urged sexily as her fingers against your pussy made wet slapping noises.

Within moments you reached your peak and rode out your high on her face and she eagerly lapped it all up.

“Please kiss me,” you begged as she bit your thighs causing you to squeal playfully.

Crawling up your body with her tongue she licked from your hips to your stomach and chest then your neck before meeting your lips in a kiss and then sucking her finger before letting you suck another finger.

“Fuck you taste so good.”

“From your lips I sure do. Thank you, Edwina.”

Cuddling with her you were the big spoon and sometime after you drifted off to sleep so content in post-orgasmic bliss.

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Chapter 4 Do you wanna touch me (there)?

Eddie Munson x fem reader

After a Corroded Coffin show and at the Hawkins community pool skinnydipping leads to even more fun with Eddie.

The day had come for the Corroded Coffin concert, and you were going with Nancy. She was excited since Jonathan was tagging along, and it would be a good show. Eddie had in the past been a staunch defender of Will, Jonathan’s younger brother and Jonathan admired Eddie and respected him for it. Getting dressed for the show, you opted for your favorite pair of leather pants with a purple thong, knee-high red latex platform heels, a spiked bra, and a Corroded Coffin low-cut tank top.

Once you showered, you fixed your hair and did your makeup; you got ready for Nancy to arrive. Earlier that day you went with Barb to get your nails done and got a black French tip manicure. Once Nancy arrived, you told Heather goodbye, and she waved you off as she talked on the phone with Carol. Jonathan would meet you there, and once you got in her car, you saw Nancy wearing mainly black. She had her hair up in a side ponytail, and wore darker makeup than usual.

“Looking good, Nance.”

“Thanks. Let's go see your man, Eddie.” Nancy teased as she began the drive.

Five minutes into the drive, you felt like you had to tell her finally about Edwina.

“I hooked up with Edwina after the concert in the hotel room.”

“Define hooked up. I’m impressed.”

“She ate me out,” you proudly boasted as a look of awe formed on her face.

“Congrats. I’m glad.”

She high-fived you and the rest of the drive you talked about summer plans and work. Nance had a good job at the Hawkins paper, but she was looking for a new job for the fall when she would start her first semester away at college in Boston. The sign for The Hideout soon came into view, and she parked right in front of the club. It was getting dark out and the sunset was forming. Once inside the club, you wasted no time getting a margarita and Nancy a beer as she went to talk to Jonathan, who was doing some photography with Corroded Coffin.

Eddie looked so sexy you had to talk to him before the show. Hopefully, after he would want to hang out with you and go skinny-dipping in the Hawkins Pool. Having the keys was a bonus working at the pool for the summer. After the band posed for group photos, Eddie found his way over to you and hugged you. He smelled good; like cloves and faintly of cigarette smoke, and he was wearing leather pants, some black platform boots, and a Dio Holy Diver tank top.

“So Eddie, doing any covers tonight?”

“Yeah, sure am. A few covers. Ozzy, Dio, and Iron Maiden.”

“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after. We can go to the Hawkins Pool,” you suggested as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Of course beautiful. And I wanted to give you this.”

He took off one of his guitar pick necklaces: a black guitar pick that matched the red one he had and put it on you.

“There is one of my lucky guitar pick necklaces. And this,” he told you with a big smile as he took off his mood ring on his ring finger and gave it to you putting it on your middle finger where it fit snugly.

“Wow, thanks. I don’t think I deserve these though,” you told him modestly.

“Nonsense. Graduation presents from me to you.”

You were so excited you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek. Eddie responds by kissing the top of your head.

“Eddie on in ten!” Jeff called out to him as he noticed you and gave you a big wink.

You rolled your eyes but smiled at him as Eddie gave you a fist bump.

“I’m gonna get ready for the show and after I’ll need to smoke a joint, but after that, we can go to the pool.”

Soon Corroded Coffin was taking the stage with you and Nancy up at the front Jonathan nearby getting his camera ready to take pictures of the show. The lights went down and Eddie’s guitar solo began as you cheered the loudest for him feeling a good buzz now from the margarita earlier. Jeff was doing his guitar solo followed by a drum solo. Corroded Coffin did a few original songs before starting their first cover of the night Ozzy’s Shot in the Dark from the album The Ultimate Sin.

“Thanks for coming to the show Hawkins! Gonna do a few more originals then a couple of new songs and finally more cover songs and solos!”

The crowd cheered and the next song started. When they got to their new songs of the night, everyone went wild and Jonathan was taking some of his best photos. Being around a loud rock band you knew personally just hit differently and it was one of the most kickass shows ever. Once they did their other two cover songs Holy Diver by Dio and Iron Maiden’s Flight of Icarus. Eddie’s voice and guitar skills were unmatched to Bruce Dickinson and an even better version even though this was a cover song.

Once the show was over and true to his word Eddie went to smoke and came back into the club to find you and Nancy with Jonathan talking. Hopefully, he will get the photos developed soon. You were drinking a bottle of water to stay hydrated and refreshed as Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“So you ready to go?” He whispers huskily into your ear.

“Uh yeah of course. Jonathan and Nancy were just saying how they got some great content. Nancy’s even going to write about it in a news article.”

“Yep, it was a great show, Eddie,” she added as she held Jonathan’s hand.

“Great. You guys wanna come to the pool with us?” He offered.

“Maybe for a bit. Right, Jonathan?”

“Yeah okay.”

Soon you were driving to the pool. You went with Eddie in his van and Jonathan went with Nancy. You had talked to Edwina a bit since The Plasmatics concert, but you hoped you would see her at least at a party, hopefully by the 4th of July. Inside the pool, the four of you went to the locker room to get undressed. Eddie was in his boxers, as was Jonathan as they got into the pool. You and Nancy had stripped down to just your bras and underwear/thongs.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you responded.

You walked hand in hand with Nancy to the poolside. The light of the full moon bathed your skin in the moonlight. Eddie wolf-whistled as he and Jonathan looked at you both.

“Stop Eddie!” You teased him before jumping in with Nancy and causing a big splash.

Eddie swam over to you and wrapped his arms around you holding you close to him. Nancy was near Jonathan, just floating in the water. You relaxed in the water for a while, enjoying this closeness with Eddie. He was so nice, and he made your heart race. It was the best feeling having him hold you. Jonathan and Nancy were star gazing and looking at the full moon as you and Eddie sat on the pool steps and held hands, fingers laced as you sat in his lap.

“Well, I think we should head back soon. Right, Jonathan?” Nancy asked as she gave you a knowing wink knowing you wanted your alone time with Eddie.

“Sure just let me swim a few laps first.”

After Jonathan did his laps he got out and dried off. Nancy was getting out of the water and dried off before getting dressed again.

“See you tomorrow, I guess,” Nancy said with a friendly wave before she and Jonathan left.

“I’m getting pruned. I should get out soon. Maybe a shower though?” You suggested to Eddie.

“Perfect idea. I love the way you think.”

Soon you were out of the water and in the showers, naked. Once the water was warm enough, you got a soap and washed up catching glances at Eddie. He looked so hot and his tattoos were stunning up close. Eddie was trying to be nonchalant about staring at your boobs but you noticed- of course you noticed. As he soaped up, you couldn’t help but look at him in all his well-endowed glory. Biting your lips you ached to be on your knees pleasing his cock.

“Eddie, do you like blowjobs?” You asked out of the blue.

“Yeah, they are great. I haven’t had many. Why do you ask?” He cocked his head and looked at you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You had recently watched a sex tape you found in Heather’s room called Deep Throat and for a dirty movie you sure picked up some tips and tricks from it.

“Just wondering. I’ve wanted to try giving my first one, but I never felt like the moment was right. Until now,” you admitted as you looked at him with determination.

No matter what you had to have his cock it just looked so tasty.

“Oh, you want to blow me? Blow a rockstar?”

“Yes. I want to give you a blowjob. I recently watched Deep Throat the porno and I want to try it.”

“Fuck. Yeah sure.”

Getting on your knees you looked up at him and inched closer to his cock. Licking your lips as you stroked him to full hardness you wondered just how big his cock truly was. It was so big and thick that you planned to take him as well as possible. Even if you couldn’t deliver with deep throating, you could at least practice and make him cum. That was the ultimate goal no matter what.

Wasting no time you began to caress and stroke his cock to full hardness and looked up at him admiring his tattoos, especially the bats on his arm as you watched the water droplets run down his skin. His ring-clad fingers rested upon his hips as Eddie admired your beauty, looking down at you with a smirk. Cupping his balls with one hand you squeezed them lightly earning grunts from him.

“Just let me know what you like Eddie,” you told him sincerely before licking the tip of his cock, then down his shaft and back up again, then down, swirling your tongue over his balls.

“I sure will, sweetheart. You are doing great so far. Your hands and mouth are like magic,” he praised you, one of his hands moving toward your hair and giving it a good tug.

“You taste so good,” you complimented him as you stroked his base and massaged his prostate.

With batted lashes you took him into your mouth inch by delicious inch, stroking the rest of his cock you couldn’t quite take with your mouth. Looking up at him as you bobbed your head you noticed Eddie biting his lips as he gasped loudly and rocked gently into your mouth.

“So perfect. That's right, princess, take my cock just like that. Be a good girl for me,” he enthused, continuing his steady pace, not wanting to choke you or make you feel uncomfortable.

His tugs on your hair became harsher as his groans for you grew. He watched as your boobs bounced and glistened with the water. He had the perfect view of watching you suck him off. Eddie felt like he had died and gone to heaven as he felt your warm mouth envelop his cock. Daring to take him deeper you choked a little as Eddie’s sounds for you became practically pornographic.

“So fucking sexy. So enthusiastic for my cock. Makes a metalhead happy,” he urged you wanting you to know how much he was enjoying this experience with you.

Your cheeks hollowed out as he hit the back of your throat at a steady rhythm. Pleasing him like this was otherworldly, even if the feeling of the tile from the floor of the shower was causing a bit of pain to your knees. You were enjoying giving this pleasure, and it made you feel a sense of vivaciousness. Your pretty red lipstick was leaving marks on Eddie’s cock, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining about it. Breathing through your nose, you took it like a champ as you let him thrust and hit the back of your throat repeatedly as you continued to apply pressure to his balls, all the while admiring how gorgeous he looked and like an Adonis. He was your heavy metal God and his moans were so beautiful.

“Gonna cum soon. Fuck! That’s it! Suck this cock, sweetheart. Fuck!” Eddie warned you before pulling out of your mouth and pumping his cock, the tip leaking pearly white pre-cum.

“I want it all over my chest,” you begged him as you looked up at him licking your lips.

He nodded, eager to give you what you wanted.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

Eddie began to cum as he gasped loudly, spilling his seed all over your breasts and paying particular attention to your hardened nipples as he coated you with his cum marking you. You let the water wash the cum away as you licked his shaft clean, devouring all his cum and swallowing before opening your mouth to show him it was all gone. Eddie pulled you up to a standing position and met your lips in a deep kiss tasting himself.

“So good for me. Let’s meet up again soon yeah? And by the way sweetheart, your oral skills are perfect. So are your beautiful breasts.”

“Thank you, Eddie.”

He held you close and ran circles along your back as the warm water washed over your bodies.

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The I feel like she sees me line being said to Eddie who is the person that truly sees Buck for all that he is. Are we supposed to take this line at face value which would indicate piss poor writing because they needed to rush to a horrible ending or do we take it as Buck being an unreliable narrator? What was the audience supposed to interpret from Buck saying that, were we truly supposed to believe him or we supposed to be pissed at Buck for saying this to the one person that truly sees Buck?

Good morning to me, I guess.

I'm assuming you haven't really seen people's reactions in the fandom on tumblr because I feel like I saw this said in quite a few posts going around, but you are absolutely not supposed to take this line at face value. I'm surprised that people think you should. 9-1-1 has from the beginning had a habit of turning friendships into romantic relationships (Bathena and Madney) and taking their time with these things rather than having an instalove situation. Even Karen and Hen, who meet when they're set up on a date together, don't instantly fall in love. I do not think they would set Eddie or Buck up for an endgame relationship with a woman by having them date that woman immediately, even if they didn't plan to make Buddie canon.

Buck is clearly struggling post-death. He's lost and once again looking for the answer from a romantic partner. He did a lot of growth in regards to his family relationships this season but not his romantic ones. Remember, his couch ended up destroyed and he asked his latest girlfriend to pick the new one out for him. Again. He's still not picking his own damn couch. After being unable to sleep on the one his mom gave him but passed out instantly on Eddie's where he ran to feel safe.

If people think this is all, somehow, an accident or the writers are doing this without knowing what they're doing, then I can't help you. Do you also think the symbolism I put into my fanfics are a total accident? Do you guys think I picked the name of the poem "Fuchsia Emerald Alizarin Rose" just because the colors are fun and they accidentally spell out F.E.A.R. or do you think maybe I did that absolutely 100% on purpose and was waiting for someone to realize?

Buck saying that to Eddie is 100% supposed to make the audience raise their eyebrows. Especially when we see Eddie's reaction. He's confused and he's hurt and he's annoyed. Eddie then spends his next few lines showing Buck (and us) that he sees Buck. Buck misses it, it goes right over his head, but the audience is shown that Buck is wrong and Eddie sees him.

I think there was a lot of internal stuff going on behind the scenes way high up the ladder that meant Buddie didn't happen this season. No, I don't mean that in a tinhatting way, I just mean that they knew Fox wouldn't renew them, they didn't know if they'd get picked up somewhere else, Fox hasn't promoted or cared about this show the way it has its other shows in a while, and I think it's pretty clear there was shuffling and changes going on with 6B. So I think things had to be put off. Similar to the pandemic, where I genuinely wonder what kind of season four we would've gotten if we'd had the full 18 episodes and hadn't had to work around Covid. I think that when we know there was a big shift going on behind the scenes, we need to have some grace and patience in how that will effect the story that's told on screen.

But I think that this default to "everything good we see on our screens is an accident and the writers are making shitty choices" is a horrible bad faith argument, and it's exhausting. Aren't you exhausted? I'm exhausted. Fandom shouldn't treat the writing and production team like their enemies any more than the writing and production team should treat the fans like their enemies in some kind of war they have to win (looking at you, GoT showrunners).

We are supposed to be annoyed that Buck is missing the point. We are supposed to see Buck's yearning to be a husband and a father, and how he's missing what's right in front of him. We are supposed to put two and two together and see that Eddie was hurt by Buck's words, that Eddie sees Buck, that Eddie is Buck's safe place, and that Eddie in that moment decided he might not have a chance with Buck and needs to move on, because previously we saw Eddie admit he wants romance again but he doesn't want to go out on dates, we saw his aunt say she met her husband through work, we saw him say 'we have time' and then we saw him immediately after Buck tells him about this new girl who "sees him" flee to visit his mother and then immediately actually try dating. On a meta level this is also because Eddie needs confidence in himself as a romantic partner and needs some more experience under his belt before he's ready to take the plunge with Buck, but in Eddie's mind, I think it's pretty clear he feels Buck will never want him back and he's trying to find the love he wants somewhere else, even if his heart is still Buck's.

So that's what I think. I think it's not explicitly spelled out for a few reasons, but frankly if one of them was a woman we wouldn't need it explicitly spelled out and personally I kinda like that it's not. Something that annoys me with M/F pairings is the constant "we all know you two like each other" talks from third parties that half the time aren't about the characters but are about the audience, to either tell the audience SEE THEY LIKE EACH OTHER THAT'S WHAT THIS IS ABOUT or to give the audience some fanservice while the characters aren't ready to get together. I don't need to be pandered to that way, thank you, so I'm a fan of the slightly more subtle approach that I, personally, see going on with Buddie.

If you or anyone else disagrees with me and feels it was just "piss poor writing" then that's entirely your right. I'd just appreciate it if people who feel that way would stop watching the show, and stop putting their complaints into the inboxes of people who clearly do enjoy the show.

TL;DR - You answered your own question, Buck is an unreliable narrator (and always has been) and we are supposed to be frustrated he said this to Eddie who has proven time and again (and does so in that very scene) that he sees Buck.

[eats-the-stars]

I feel like there are roughly two kinds of "painfully weird kid" that you can be during your K-12 school years. the first is your "I am trying so hard to be normal but I just cannot seem to hit the mark. there's just something wrong with me and I don't know how to fix it" and the second is the category I was in, which is your "everyone around me is so incredibly weird but they obviously can't help it so I will just have to accept this."

[neverendingford]

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[itsnotelvesexactly]

[rabbitrah]

A continuation on my post about unloved foods, specifically this is my in-depth defense of root beer.

Root Beer isn't inherently gross, it's just one of those weird local flavors that's off-putting to people who didn't grow up with it. We all like different things and also we all tend to like flavors that are similar to what we grew up with. That's okay! But honestly root beer is pretty unique and, in my opinion, delicious.

One of the main complaints against root beer is that it tastes like medicine. Funnily enough, it was originally marketed as medicinal! This is true for most OG sodas actually. Pretty much as soon as carbonated water was invented, people were drinking it to soothe various ailments. A lot of the original soft drinks were actually invented by pharmacists. I just think that root beer is especially cool because the main flavor came from the root bark of sassafras, a common North American shrub. Because it's so widespread and aromatic, all parts of the sassafras plant have been used in food and medicine by many different Native American tribes throughout history and was subsequently picked up and used by European colonists. In the 1960s, some studies indicated that that safrole oil, which is produced by the plant, can cause liver damage. Whether or not this would actually remain true after it had been boiled and added to root beer is unclear, but it was really easy to replicate the flavor, so the sassafras in commercial root beer these days is artificial. Another fun fact about safrole is that it's a precursor in the synthesis of MDMA. None of this information has stopped my childhood habit of eating sassfras leaves right off the shrub whenever I walk past it on a hike. I'm like 85% sure it's safe and also mmmm yummy leafs go crunch.

Another root beer complaint is that it tastes like toothpaste. I think this is probably because another key flavor in most root beer recipes is wintergreen. I'm assuming that the people who think this are the same people who think mint chocolate chip ice cream tastes like toothpaste. I can understand and even respect that some people don't like mint and associate it only with brushing their teeth, but like. Mint is a pretty common flavor. I mean I think it's safe to say that humans have been eating mint flavored stuff for longer than toothpaste has existed... anyway!

Other common flavors in root beer (real or artificial) are caramel, vanilla, black cherry bark, sarsaparilla root, ginger, and many more! There's not one official recipe, and root beer enthusiasts often have strong opinions about different brands. Some root beer is sharper, with more strong aromatic flavors, and others are mild and creamier.

Another thing I think is cool about root beer is that it's foamier than most sodas. This was originally because sassafras is a natural surfactant (and why sassafras is also a common thickening agent in Louisiana Creole cooking.) These days, other plant starches or similar ingredients are added to keep the distinctive foam. Root beer foam > all other soft drink foams. That's why root beer floats kick more ass than like, coke floats.

If you've never had root beer before, imagine if a sweetened herbal tea was turned into a soda, because that's basically what it is. If your first response to that is a cringe, fair enough. That's why lots of people don't like it. If your first response to that is "interesting... I might actually like it, though" then I encourage you to track down a can of root beer today, hard as that might be outside the US and Canada. Next time you see an "ew, root beer tastes like medicine/tooth paste" take, know that there's a reason for that, but also the same could be said for literally any herbal or minty food/drink.

My final take on root beer is that it would be the soda of choice for gnomes. Thank you and good night.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 5

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

“So you’re that dead kid everyone’s talking about.”

Danny smacked a trash bag into the purple clad vigilante. “You can pick up the glass.”

“Wait, I’m just here to-”

“Bother me when I’m working? At least the litterer brings me cash. You can help clean or you can leave. Plastics go over there.”

Danny pointed at a pile of plastics, ignoring Spoiler’s bemused look. Hard to tell, really, considering her mask.

“I’ll help clean if you answer some questions!” Spoiler chirped, already moving to pick out the glass in the general trash pile Danny’s managed to gather. He nodded.

“Alright. At least you’re helping. The other one just bothers me and leaves his stuff on the beach.”

Spoiler snorted. “I’m Spoiler. Is the litterer Batman?”

“Sure. I don’t really care what his name is,” which was a complete lie, Danny was a fan. It’s just that messing with Batman (especially after he couldn’t clean up after himself, honestly!) overrode his fan behavior. “But if I catch him leaving shit in the waters again…”

Danny frowned, eyes glowing. He could feel- even with his partial tangibility, the muck of Gotham's waters seeping into his boots. It was not giving 'Live, Laugh, Love' to Danny, and he needed it gone.

“Whatever. They dropped a lot of guns down here. You can deal with those too, yeah?”

“I'm pretty sure that's evidence?!”

“If you could call it that.” Danny plucked away the Styrofoam and the hazardous (more than regular, anyways) materials away from the trash pile so Spoiler could dig through with her gloves without contracting sixteen different sorts of illnesses.

“So, what brings you to Gotham?”

Danny pointed at the water. “Came for school. Stayed because you losers polluted the water with dead bodies and gross chemicals.”

“You go to school?”

“Hey, that’s discriminatory.”

“Oops! No, sorry! I meant-”

Danny waved her off, irritably separating a bottle cap from the crushed bottle. Seriously, what’s the point of putting the cap back on if you were going to throw it in the bay anyways?

“It’s fine. How else am I supposed to learn about the advancements made in the scientific industry otherwise?”

Even if Danny wasn’t too sure that science could sure stupidity, but a halfa could dream, right?

"So... do you just... listen in on lectures?"

Danny stared at her. "What else would I do in a class??"

"Oh. I just thought since you're dead and all, you'd do something more... fun?"

"I mean, I could terrorize the local villains for kicks, if that's what you meant."

Spoiler brightened. "Actually, yeah! That would be helpful! If Mr. Freeze keeps bringing the cold during my latte Thursdays, I'm gonna snap and wring his cold little chicken neck."

Danny snorted. "Alright. I will keep an eye out for this Mr. Freeze." Danny paused. "Hey, tell your friend to come down and help us."

"What- oh. Black Bat!" Stephanie waved her partner down. Black Bat gracefully slipped down towards the bay, casually knocking out two goons gunning for Spoiler.

'Careful,' Black Bat signed.

"Thanks!" Spoiler bounced on the heels of her feet. She swept an arm out. "Wanna help?"

Black Bat tilted her head and, after placing Danny under quick but thorough scrutiny, nodded.

'You can get the salvageable stuff. Anything you can't lift, leave to me.' Danny signed clumsily, placing emphasis on can't.

"You know sign language?"

"I'm not too good at it, I just learned this version."

He knew ghost-sign first, after all.

"Chop, chop. I don't have all night."

----

Danny learned that Black Bat had the skill to knock cans into their designated piles if he threw them in the air so she could kick at them.

"You two can come back anytime."

Spoiler whooped while Black Bat leaned back, smug.

"Wait, tell the litterer he owes me $200. He was short last time."

"...Are you telling me Batman owes you money?"

"Yeah. He might be in financial straights, so I gave him some lee-way."

Black Bat and Spoiler looked at each other.

----

"Hey, so guess what I learned about sea boy!"

Bruce's head swiveled to her with startling intensity. The rest of the clan tuned in.

"He knows sign language! Maybe he even knows ancient sign language! And goes to school, but since he's like, dead, he could only listen to the lectures."

"Bruce, Bruce, do not start a ghost-education plan. Stop. We don't even know if he even-" Dick tackled Bruce, who was already writing a petition as Bruce Wayne to give partial credit to students that diligently goes to class.

"Oh, yeah!" Stephanie shouted over the unraveling chaos. "He promised to fuck with our Rogues for a bit so we can get a break! And we also got a bunch of guns!"

"Where? Gimme!" Jason demanded.

"Do not give Todd more firearms!" Damian cut in.

"Also!" Stephanie grinned as Cass shook with laughter. "Batman's a debtor! He owes Phantom $200!"

"Ain't no fucking way." Tim cackled. "Hear that Bruce? That's karma! For not defending me when he called me broke!"

[maskedbyghost]

Heyyy, it's me again, but this time we're talking situationship!Simon—aka the biggest fuckboy you'll ever meet. Honestly, girl, I have no idea why you're still putting up with him!

you can’t even define what you two have, but one thing’s for sure—he knows how to use his dick, and you're both free to mess around with whoever you want. but of course, you had to fall for him, for that stupid smile he swore only you were special enough to see, for the gentle touch that lingered on your skin during those rare nights when he stayed longer than usual. you fell for the way he made you feel like you were the exception, even though deep down, you knew better.

you fell for how he made you feel like you were everything, even though he’d always leave just as quickly. he knew exactly how to keep you hooked—giving just enough to make you believe in him, but never enough to make it real. you wanted more, but every time he left, you remembered that his promises were as short-lived as his visits. still, you couldn’t stop going back, hoping that maybe this time, he’d actually mean it.

but he never did. you’d have fun for a few hours, but then he’d leave, acting like you didn’t exist around everyone else. he’d flirt with other girls right in front of you, not even bothering to hide it when he left with them, almost like he wanted you to see.

and every time, it hurt a little more, but you couldn’t bring yourself to end it. you told yourself you didn’t care, that it was just fun, but deep down, you wanted to be the one he stayed with. yet, no matter how much it hurt to watch him with someone else, the moment he came back, all that anger faded, and you let him in again, caught in the hope that maybe someday he’d truly see you as more than just a temporary fix.

one night, you tried to have a serious conversation with him, hoping that if you laid out your feelings, he might finally understand. but he dismissed your emotions with a shrug, listing reasons why he didn’t want a relationship: he was too focused on his career, he wasn’t ready for commitment, and he just didn’t want to deal with the complications. simon insisted that keeping things as they were was the best option for both of you.

afterward, as you lay together, a clear realization hit you. even though you were physically close, you couldn’t ignore the emptiness you felt. that night you made a silent promise to yourself: this would be the last time you let him in, and the last time you let yourself be trapped in this cycle.

and, being the dumb man he was, simon only came to realize what he had lost after you were gone. a few weeks after your last conversation, he saw you a few times out with other guys, laughing and flirting as if you were moving on. it hit him hard—a painful mix of jealousy and regret. he realized that he missed you, but at the same time, he knew he had no right to these feelings. not after treating you the way he did.  

he managed to keep his calm for a few more days, but the weight of his regret grew unbearable. finally, he snapped and called you into his office late one night, claiming he needed to discuss the upcoming mission with you.

as soon as you walked in, simon felt his heart tighten in his chest. seeing your face calm, confident, like you had already moved on, stirred something deeper than he expected. there was no trace of the vulnerability you used to show around him, no lingering affection. he realized, in that moment, just how much he had pushed you away. regret surged through him, sharper than he imagined, and he knew this conversation wouldn’t be easy.

after talking about unimportant stuff for a few minutes, simon took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. “i know i messed up, and i’m sorry for how i treated you. i’ve been thinking a lot about what happened, and i realize now how much i regret it. i was wrong to push you away.”

you looked at him, your expression guarded. “it’s a little too late for apologies, simon, don't you think? you had plenty of chances to get it right, and now you’re just trying to fix things because you see me with someone else.”

he tried to reach out, his voice softening. “i know it’s not enough, but i want to make things right. i can’t stop thinking about what we had.”

you shook your head, stepping back. “you had your chance, and you threw it away. i’m not going to be your second choice or your backup plan.”

"y/n-"

"no, simon!" you sighed, closing your eyes briefly to gather your thoughts. when you spoke again, your voice was steady, "you know, some people never fade from memory. they leave a mark that lingers just beneath the surface, no matter how hard you try to move on. but to be honest, i’m not in the mood for any more humiliation or heartbreak. so, this is my final goodbye to you."

you could sense that he wanted to say something, but you couldn’t let him speak before you had your say. “go ahead and fill your life with new faces, as if i were nothing but a distant memory. enjoy your freedom and let others wear you out as they please. i’m done being part of that. keep moving forward, and if you ever try to reach out, know that i’ll let your calls go unanswered. for now, i’m celebrating the end of our chapter.”

even as he heard you declare the end, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he still wanted you in his life. he was stuck between guilt and the lingering hope that maybe he could still fix things. despite your rejection, part of him struggled to accept that he had truly lost you, and he felt powerless to change the situation or let you go.

simon’s face twisted with a mix of desperation and anger. “you think you can just walk away and erase everything we had? you think you can move on and leave me behind like I’m nothing?” he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but his voice was filled with raw intensity. “don’t fool yourself, i still want you, and i won’t just let you go. you’re mine, whether you like it or not. i know i’ve made mistakes, but i’m not done fighting for what we had. if you think you can find someone better, go ahead. but know this: i’ll keep groveling and doing whatever it takes until you take me back. i’m not going anywhere, and i’ll make sure you remember what we had.” he took a step back, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

you just smirked, turning on your heel to leave. as you reached the door, you glanced back over your shoulder with a cold, confident look. “i can’t wait to see you on your knees,” you said, your voice sharp. then, you walked out, leaving him alone with his mess.

game on.

(I WANT HIM TO GROVEL FOR MONTHSSSS)

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@daydreamerwoah

[reiderwriter]

I'm Your Fluffer!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader (best friends to lovers)

For @imagining-in-the-margins FWB Challenge!

Prompt: "I'm your boyfriend without the benefits." "Do you want the benefits?" "Yes- No... I'm your fluffer!" (Inspired by New Girl) (yes, I suggested this prompt, bo idc if that's cheating)

Warnings: Mentions of BDSM, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, choking, mentions of spanking, and butt worship, slight Dom Spencer, bratty reader, creampie. The classics, yk.

A/N: I'm back!!!! I took a break because I couldn't bring myself to even look at a word document for about a month, but there's nothing like a Pom challenge to get me writing again! I did have a lot planned for my 1 year anniversary, but because I was sick, and then busy, and then work got hectic, I had to put it off. I still am going to try to finish my kink bingo Carr, though, even though its a month late, but I had two fics left iirc, and I have both of them plotted, so I may as well! I will, however, be abandoning the final epilogue of I Can't Help Myself, because I wrote myself into a depressed corner with that one, and honestly, some people were getting very pushy about it, and it wasn't fun anymore. Anyway! This one was fun to write, so I'm going to stick to one shots for the foreseeable future, or incredibly limited series.

Masterlist

Spencer was your friend. A good friend. Your best friend, perhaps. A really good, very best friend.

Obviously, you were good friends because he always knew when you were feeling down. He bought you flowers regularly when he passed by flower shops. He came over to your place and helped you build every piece of flatpack furniture you had, which, as a single woman in your mid-twenties, was every piece of furniture that you owned.

You really looked forward to the movie nights the two of you had weekly. The popcorn, the blankets, the cuddling, his lips by your ear, in-time translating the foreign movies word for word as you watched it, the shivers down your spine as you pressed further into the heat of him.

Spencer was the best best friend you could ask for.

He was also the most frustrated.

“Kid, what are you doing this weekend? I'm thinking of hitting some clubs, you know, getting my groove on, maybe meeting A few ladies,” Morgan smirked, rubbing his hands together as he gently moved side to side, already dancing to himself as he anticipated his big weekend out. “You in, or are you in?”

“I can't. I promised Y/N I'd help her with some document digitalisation. We're going to order pizza and watch Star Trek while backing up her entire paper trail.”

The smile on Spencer's face was so stupid that Morgan had to stop himself from wiping it off of him immediately.

“Man, you are so down bad for that girl,” he mused, shaking his head.

“What? Down bad?”

“You like her. It's okay to admit it.”

“We're friends. I'm happy being friends,” Spencer said, picking up his bag and walking to the elevator desperate to escape a repeat of a conversation he'd already had three times that week.

“You know everyone thinks you're dating.”

“Well aware. Despite the number of times we've both stated to the contrary, people don't seem to accept ‘we're just friends’ when they hear it.”

“That may be because you're doing things that just friends don't do.”

“Everything we do is totally platonic.”

“You buy her flowers-

“I buy my mother flowers,” Spencer said, turning on the man and raising his hands in exasperation.

“You know that's different. Do you buy Emily flowers?”

Silence.

“What about JJ?”

“I bought JJ flowers!” He grinned triumphantly until the other man spoke again.

“When she was in the hospital. Giving birth. Okay, what about the movie nights?”

Rolling his eyes, the younger man walked on, pressing the bell for the elevator and allowing his friend to keep bothering him.

“Friends watch movies together, Morgan. We've watched movies together, are we dating?”

“One, you are not my type, pretty boy, and two, you didn't exactly have your dick pressed against my ass the entire time we watched a film now, did you?”

“Be q- be quiet. I don't have my dick against her ass ever.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, was it pressed against her stomach instead? I know she likes to lie on top of-”

“Derek!”

The elevator arrived, and the two quickly jumped in, to Spencer's relief.

“All I'm saying, kid, is-”

“Hold the elevator!” You shouted, running to it quickly with Penelope Garcia on your heels.

“Thanks, Spence!” You said, smiling at him as you entered the small space.

And continued your not too unsimilar conversation with Penelope.

“So, as I was saying Penelope,” you shot her a look that told her you were finished with the conversation. You were not dating Spencer Reid, and you were unlikely to in the future because of his total and complete lack of interest in you.

“You can set me up this weekend, right? It's been an age since I've been on a date, and I would really like to-” you glanced around the elevator and whispered the end of your sentence, suddenly mindful of your company. “You know.”

“If you're absolutely sure, I have a few men in mind that could throw you about, but-”

You squealed and squeezed the woman as the elevator landed on your floor and jumped out of the elevator quickly, cheeks burning.

“Thanks, Pen, you're the best!”

“Y/N, wait,” Spencer called out behind you, desperately holding the elevator open for a few more seconds.

“I thought we were doing your papers this weekend? Star trek, pizza, remember?”

You stared guiltily at the floor as you forced your voice to sound as casual as possible, not sure you could make any excuse that didn't sound pathetic.

“Oh, sorry, Spencer. I totally forgot. We can rain check, right? I… I really need this.”

Spencer was aware of what disappointment felt like, but it never hollowed out his chest like your lack of eye contact in that moment did.

“Yeah. Sure, of course. We can do that whenever.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Spencer. You're the best… friend.”

He smiled and let the door finally shut, aware of the two sets of eyes now watching him.

It took a surprisingly long time for the ‘I told you so’ to come, but come it did, as if Morgan were unable to help himself.

“You're telling me that you're not into her at all?”

“I'm…not into her like that at all.”

“And you're fine with me setting her up on a date with a man that'll do somewhat empowering, somewhat disgusting things with her?” Penelope piled on.

“What? That's…that's not my business,” he ground out.

“No. Of course it’s not. Because you're not her boyfriend.”

“Exactly, I'm not her boyfriend-”

“You're her fluffer.”

With a pat on the shoulder, the elevator hit its last stop, and Morgan exited, leaving Spencer scrambling after him as Penelope waved the two of them off.

“What? No, what's a fluffer?”

Morgan chuckled and waved him off, walking to his car.

“Come on, what's a fluffer, and why am I hers?”

“You've seen porn before, right?” The older man asked, pausing as he opened his driver side door. “Actually don't answer that. The fluffer is the person who keeps the actors and actresses… ready between takes. Prepares them for the good stuff.”

With a bright flush across his cheeks, Spencer tried his best for an indignant look, landing somewhat closer to a petulant child.

“I am not her fluffer. We have never-”

“I know you've never. If you had, we wouldn't be standing here right now having this conversation. What I'm saying is you should.”

“We're friends!”

Climbing into the car and closing the door, Morgan dismissed the younger man quickly, but he wasn't finished.

Knocking on the door, Spencer waiting a beat, then two for it to open again.

“I'm not her fluffer.”

“You build her furniture and cuddle with her. You're doing everything a boyfriend would do, without any of the boyfriend rewards.”

“What rewards?” he gasped, exasperated.

A single look was all the reply he got before Morgan out his keys into the ignition and started driving.

Spencer never made the decision to turn up at your house later that night. He just found himself all of a sudden at your front door on a Friday night, pulling out the key from the plant pot by the front door and letting himself in. Unlocking his shoes, he called out through the apartment, letting you know he was there as he slipped into the house shoes you'd bought him after the first of many movie nights.

“Spencer? We cancelled earlier, remember?” you said emerging from your bedroom, fitted in the tightest dress he'd ever seen you in. He already had no answer for your question, but seeing you like that, getting ready, he had no answer to any question at all. If you'd have asked him his name, he wouldn't have known it.

Well, he would've, but only because you'd said it only three seconds ago and had reminded him that he was, in fact, standing in your apartment when he should've been literally anywhere else.

“Um. I'm…I'm just-” he scratched the back of his neck, waiting for something to come to him.

“Spencer, I'm leaving in like an hour, so there's no time to watch a movie, and I have to get ready, so-”

“I'm… I'm angry?”

You raised an eyebrow at his questioning tone, unsure where this conversation was going.

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah..yes. I'm sure. I'm angry. We, we had plans, and you gave me like an hours notice and cancelled them to go do something stupid-”

“Spencer! I'm going on a date. That's not stupid.”

“It is when you have me!”

He half shouted, half murmured the words, as if he himself were unsure of how confident he was in making that statement.

“That came out wrong-”

“Yeah, I think it did.”

“What I mean is- I mean…Morgan said that-”

You crossed your arms and sat yourself on the arm of your sofa, looking forward at him and waiting for him to get through whatever this was. You hoped the entire time that he was saying what you'd wanted him to say for the last year and a half.

“Have you ever watched porn?”

Not what you were hoping for, but a start, at least.

“Spencer!”

“That came out wrong, I- don't throw the couch cushions at me. I have a point, I swear!”

You lowered your next projectile and gestured for him to go on, not fully relinquishing it just yet.

“I'm your fluffer! I get you…in the mood for dates, and- and- I do all the boyfriend stuff without any of the boyfriend benefits!”

He stood in front of you, red-faced, and you stared him down a second or two as you collected your thoughts.

“Do you…want the boyfriend benefits?”

“Yes! No, wait - wait a second. I- I- What are the boyfriend benefits exactly?”

You threw the pillow down and turned your back on him, not entirely sure what you were expecting from the most oblivious genius on the planet.

“Y/N, wait. Wait-”

With a hand wrapped around your wrist, Spencer spun you around, and, tripping over your feet, you landed hard on your sofa. Your fall should've been relatively pain-free, but for the 6-foot man that landed directly on top of you.

“Get up.”

“What are the boyfriend benefits?”

“You should know if you're saying you want them! Now, get up!”

“Not until you tell me.”

“Spencer!”

“Y/N!”

You groaned and writhed under him, but he just dropped his weight onto you, unmoving, hands pinning your wrists lazily, leg poking between your two, hips pinning yours.

It certainly wasn't the closest you'd ever been, but in those circumstances, during that conversation, you felt more flustered than you had before.

“What are the benefits.”

“You really want me to say? You're not afraid it's going to throw off our friendship, ruin whatever good thing we have going?”

“I think that if you go out tonight, and enjoy your date, and get a boyfriend, that he's going to feel weird about this good thing we have going and it's going to be over anyway. Tell me.”

You desperately searched for a way out of this situation, but a stronger part of you wanted to simply wrap your legs around him and let him take as much advantage as he could.

You settled for disturbing him.

“Fine. A boyfriend would be able to spank me.”

“Y/N, be serious.”

“I am. I like it. A boyfriend would pull my hair back and make me count as he hit my cute round ass until it turned all red, and I couldn't sit down comfortably anymore. A boyfriend would then kiss it better.”

You'd never spoken about sex with Spencer, and you hoped the vulgarity would force him back to his senses. Instead, he didn't stir, and you had no choice but to continue.

“Another boyfriend benefit would be choking me. I like that, too. Are your hands big enough to wrap around my throat, Spencer?”

“Yes.”

The answer came so quickly and do confidently, you weren't sure you actually heard it outlook until he spoke again.

“What other benefits, Y/N?”

“A… boyfriend would get to cum inside me,” you whispered, suddenly aware of hips rocking into yours slowly as his cock poked up, listening intently to the promises spilling from your lips that you likely should've regretted.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I want the benefits.”

Your body was hot everywhere he touched you, but he didn't move, didn't follow through on anything just yet. But you were aware of his head moving closer and closer to yours and panicked.

“And what have you done? As my fluffer? To deserve those benefits?”

“What have I done?” He asked, pulling back an inch. Even as his chest rested, flush against yours, your breasts pushed up against him as his hands held yours over your head.

“I-I bought you flowers-”

“Emily buys me flowers, too. So does Penelope. Should I let them be my boyfriend?”

With your hands in use, you took advantage of his distraction and wrapped your legs up and around his waist, rolling your hips up into him.

“I suppose I do like flowers, though. What else?”

“I… We're always t-together?”

“We work together.”

Using the leverage of his weight against yours, you rolled up harder into his hips, grinding into him slowly as you watched his resolve melt away.

“The m-movie nights are-”

“The movie nights where you rut your cock into me while we watch a movie? Friends do that all the time. You're just translating the movie for me after all.”

“Y/N, please don't-”

“Don't say that? Okay. I'll just let someone else hump against my thighs to get off because you're too proud to admit you want to sink your dick into me and pound me?”

“Y/N-”

“Maybe that's why you don't have the boyfriend privileges, Spencer. Because I'm waiting for something, you're too much of a prude to try-”

His lips meet yours before you can finish the thought, and you're not sure whether it's a triumph or a defeat.

After precisely five seconds of his lips on yours, though, you no longer cared.

Releasing your hands gently, he lifted his hips an inch, distracting you enough to force his tongue into your mouth as his hand found its way between your legs.

“Did you really mean it?” He asked between kisses as you rake your hands through his hair, getting lost in him. “About the benefits?”

You allowed yourself to imagine it for a second, Spencer's hands on your throat. His hands on your ass. His mouth buried between your legs.

You moaned into his kiss, and he laughed - actually laughed - as he pulled away.

“Spencer!”

“No, no, please, don't let me keep you from your thoughts, I'll just be down here.”

His fingers reached your clit and he wasn't surprised to find you already wet, legs spread. Snaking another hand to your neck though, he wasn't exactly as opposed to the ideas you'd flung at him as he'd acted.

You gasped as his hand closed around your neck, the prettiest necklace you'd ever worn. You grabbed a hold of his hands as he pulled your underwear off, pushing them down your legs as he gently pushed your legs open wider and replaced his fingers with his tongue.

You curled up on yourself, craving your body to watch him devour your pussy as you tried your best to keep your breaths shallow, to keep breathing entirely as he squeezed your throat.

His tongue licked and flattened, his head bobbing up and down and then stilling as your hips began moving by themselves, letting you ride his face as you moaned and whined and desperately ran towards your climax.

You wrapped a leg around his shoulder, pressing down on his back to keep him in position, grabbing a handful of hair as you jerked against his face, fucking it as he looked up at you through hooded eyes, drinking down every drop of you.

His hold on your neck tightened, and you felt your body shudder as you squeaked out his name, not wanting this to end so soon, needing to feel more of this. He let you ride it out until you were whining in frustration again, hips twitching from the friction of his tongue against your cunt.

Then he pushed away.

He wasn't gone long, but you followed him up. You thought about pushing him down to the couch again, thought about sitting on his pretty boy face and doing it all over again. You thought of turning over and presenting your ass to him, letting him punish you like you'd promised. Your thoughts ceased as quickly as they came when he pulled his cock free of his pants, not even bothering to pull them off fully before pulling you into his lap, lining himself up, and pushing you down onto his hot, hard, lengthy cock.

You swear you would've screamed if his to guess hadn't already claimed your mouth. A good scream. A “holy shit holy shit holy shit” scream. Definitely a “I didn't know it was that big, and honestly I'm a little scared” scream. But overall, a “god that feels so good” scream.

From the lack of movement, you were sure that Spencer was giving you a moment to adjust to his intrusion, and you were thankful as you clung to his neck, hands balling in the material of his shirt on his back.

Although he was bigger than expected, he wasn't uncomfortably large, and you calmed quickly, giving him a quick nod as you buried yourself in his neck, hiding your face to stop yourself from drooling, mouth wide as he tipped you back against the couch pillows, lifting your legs slightly and slipping his hands underneath yous thighs, and began his steady pace of thrusts.

You were sure your world was imploding on itself, that all your senses had ceased except that of touch, and his touch was fire. But you heard the wet, slutty sounds of your pussy welcoming him, you smelt the sweat against his skin, and, opening your eyes, you saw the absolute pleasure blasted against his features as he groaned in your ear.

And before you could form another coherent thought, he'd claimed another boyfriend benefit, as, rocking his hips against yours, he slowed to a stutter as he emptied himself inside you.

“Spencer!!” you moaned, but he wasn't done, spitting on his fingers and finding your clit again as you squealed, twitching and turning and milling his cock with your movements as you found your second release.

You moaned his name again, though it sounded less like his name this time, and more like a definite noise complaint from your neighbours in the morning.

“Spencer?” you asked, still trying to regain your breath as he, once again, collapsed on top of you.

“Mhmm,” he said, slowly pulling out of you, watching the mess you'd made together drip out too, and resisting the urge to push right back into you and go again.

“Was that a friendly fuck, or a boyfriend fuck?”

His eyes snapped to yours again as you continued.

“I just want to give Penelope the correct reason for cancelling on her friend when I text her-”

“I came inside you.”

“So you did.”

“Y/N!”

“.... So that wasn't a fluffer thing, but a boyfriend thing, got i-”

With a kiss, he shut you up again, and you realized quickly that you probably wouldn't have the time to send that text anyway.