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lotusbxtch · 7 months

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The Best Ride in the Galaxy (one-shot)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You have a thing for Poe's flight suit. He decides to be a cocky asshole about it. Sexy shenanigans ensue. Word count: 2k

Warnings: Explicit 18+, MDNI! Mostly porn with a little plot // Established relationship, thigh riding/dry humping, vaginal fingering, swearing, name calling, use of pet names (English and Spanish), dom!Poe, brief light violence (slap to the face), Poe uses a Spanish pet name (bebita) which is probably not canon but idc it's hot, no physical description of reader besides being AFAB and being taller standing than a sitting Poe, Poe makes a corny joke, Poe being a cocky smug asshole comes with its own warning, no use of y/n

a/n: This picture of Oscar & his thick-ass thighs, and @for-a-longlongtime mentioning how Poe-coded it was, inspired this fic in its entirety. A little over 24 hours later and here it is! This is my very first posted fic, so please show it some love, send it to someone who might enjoy it, and feel free to give (constructive) feedback if you wish! If I missed any warning tags, please let me know and I'll add them in. Big big thanks to @for-a-longlongtime for beta-reading and cheering me on, it means the world to me.

You run outside as soon as you hear the X-wings land, your heart in your throat.

It’s been 7 days, but when he left, Poe promised you it wouldn’t take more than 4 for his small band of rebel fighters to complete the covert mission. Of course he insisted on going with them; he’d been stir-crazy as of late, the endless strategy meetings and arguments amongst leadership boring him to tears. He jumped at the chance to get back into the pilot’s seat. You paced restlessly those last 3 days, imagining the absolute worst had happened to him, with no way of knowing if he was even alive.

So when you rushed out to the tarmac and spotted him climbing out of his X-wing, immense relief flooded your body, followed quickly by a potent swirl of both anger and anxiety. He spotted you, his eyes lighting up, jogging towards you with that brilliant smile.

“Hey good-lookin’,” he crooned as he approached, “didn’t miss me too much, did you?”

What he didn’t expect was for you to slap him straight across his face.

You surprised the both of you - Poe was staring back at you, open-mouthed and silent, a rare occurrence; you were staring at him, anger flashing in your eyes, your palm stinging slightly from the impact.

“Baby, I know you weren’t keen on me leaving,” Poe stammered, “but this seems a tad bit–”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD, YOU ASSHOLE!” you snapped at him, loudly enough for the people around you to look around for the source of the outburst. “You told me four days, Poe, and it’s now DAY FUCKING SEVEN.” You turned and started storming back to your pod, Poe on your heels.

“Bebita, I told you it was a small team,” Poe tried to explain while keeping up with you. “We hit some hiccups in the plan and had to hide out a bit longer than we thought. If I’d tried to contact you, it would have given away our position. You know how these missions go.”

You angrily punched in the access code to the door of your pod. “Yes, I know, which is exactly why as co-general you’re not supposed to be out in the field putting yourself in harm’s way.” The metal door slid open, and you walked forward, not even looking back at him. “I don’t care if you got bored playing politics, that doesn’t mean you get to go rogue and get back in the cockpit.” Slamming your hand on the button to slide the pod door closed, you finally turned to face Poe since slapping him. You let out a shaky breath as your rage subsided. Your stomach was morphing into a simmering pool of nerves and regret.

“Look,” Poe said, “I just… getting cooped up on base listening to those talking heads was making me crazy. I miss flying and I saw the opportunity and took it.” You knew what he said was true, but it didn’t make it any easier on you. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you scanned his body for signs of injury, until you realized… he was wearing his flight suit.

Fuck. That damn flight suit always did things to you. Obviously he had to wear it for functionality’s sake, but god, it was almost like he was made to look good in them. His shoulders looked so strong and broad, and the unisex, utilitarian cut of the orange suit somehow did nothing to hide the curve of his ample, round ass, one of your favorite features of his. You felt your mouth water as you drank the sight of him in, arousal slowly kindling in your belly.

That suit was your weakness, and the cocky smile slowly dawning on his face let you know he knew, too.

“I mean,” Poe smirked, “at least you get to see me in your favorite outfit of mine.” Walking slowly away from you to give you a clear view of his rear, he turned and sunk into the chair in your room. You followed, magnetically drawn to him while simultaneously being flustered that he caught onto your ogling. You crossed your arms and put on your best annoyed face.

“I’m sorry for slapping you, but I’m not sorry for being mad,” you said, pursing your lips and looking away. “And trying to seduce me with your stupid uniform isn’t working.”

It was, in fact, working too well. Your breathing got shallower as you tried to ignore the gentle heat filling your body from your center outwards. Poe’s smirk deepened.

“It’s a good thing you’re not a covert operative because you are the worst at lying,” he said, grabbing your thighs and coaxing you closer to him. You acquiesced, trying and failing to look irritated, the desire plain as day on your face. Poe ran his hands slowly up and down your legs from your hips to your calves. Sliding his palms back and around your ass, he squeezed and your breath hitched. You looked down and those liquid brown eyes were staring up at you, twinkling with mischief. “I know you better than that, sweet thing,” Poe teased. “You absolutely cannot pretend that me wearing this suit doesn’t make you cream your panties.”

You fought to control your traitorous body, breathing slowly through your nose as Poe lifted the hem of your shirt and planted soft kisses on your belly, right above your pants. “Fuck you, you cocky asshole,” you tried to spit viciously, but it came out sounding slightly strangled instead. This Maker-forsaken stupid man and his stupid bubble butt and this stupid suit, you thought, your fingers weaving into the curls on his head.

Poe’s smile only turned even more predatory, like a cat playing with a mouse. “Oh, I would, baby” he whispered, nipping your torso lightly, “but I haven’t showered in days. How about this instead…”

Suddenly Poe grabbed your hips, pulling you down into his lap and forcing your knees to buckle, your legs on either side of his thick thigh. His right arm wound around your lower back, holding you in place while his left hand snaked up your neck and into your hair. He pulled you in for a slow, soft kiss, which snapped the final tether preventing you from melting for him like he knew you wanted to. You surged forward, kissing him deeply, licking into his mouth and tasting the minty aftertaste of the gum he always chews while piloting. He groans, biting your lower lip, then sliding his tongue along yours. This draws your first moans out from somewhere deep in your chest, and his eyes quickly darken when you begin grinding on his thigh.

“Oh, you like that,” Poe crooned, lips turning up into a smirk. “So fucking eager for me. So desperate to cum.”

“Fuck you, Maker-damn it,” you pant, burying your face into his neck, the smell of sweat, jet fuel, and him invading your senses. “This stupid suit is going to be the death of me.”

Poe smiles wickedly. “Why don’t you take a ride on the best pilot in the galaxy before you die, then, honey?” he purrs into your ear. You roll your eyes at his cheesy line until you feel him flex the thigh you’re straddling, creating the most delicious friction against your clothed core. You let out a breathy moan and clench your own thighs around his, starting to rock your clit against his ridge of muscle through your clothes. Slick starts dripping out of you with each roll of your hips against him. Poe moves your arms to brace on his shoulders, then slides both of his hands onto your hips to help you ride him.

The pleasure in your core starts to ratchet up, and you grind yourself harder into Poe’s thigh, throwing your head back with a moan. Poe leans to your ear, kissing and lightly licking just behind and below your earlobe, that spot he knows drives you wild. “That’s it, baby, ride it out,” he whispers into your ear. “Use all that frustration to make yourself cum on my leg.” You mewl, circling your hips and chasing your high. Your pussy contracts around nothing, and suddenly all you can think about is how much better it would feel if Poe was inside of you.

“Poe,” you whine, “I need more.” Your slick is soaking through your underwear, the smell of your arousal filling Poe’s senses. He groans, his cock painfully hard in his flight suit.

“What do you need, bebita?” he says, kissing your forehead sweetly while gripping your hips like a vice, a contrast that has you moaning wordlessly. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I need you,” you beg, “I need you inside of me, I need you to fuck me, please.” You can feel your clit throbbing, almost painfully. Poe moans into your neck. “Baby, I told you, you do not want me to unzip this suit,” he chuckles. “But I think I can still help. Lean back a little.” You comply, and watch with glazed eyes as Poe stares right back at you, slipping his middle and ring fingers into his mouth to get them wet. A shudder rips through your body when he slips both digits past the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. He groans loudly when he feels your slick folds.

“Fuuuuck me, baby, you’re absolutely drenched,” he breaths out. “Is this all for this dumb orange jumpsuit I’m wearing?” That cocky smirk reappears as he laughs at his own joke.

Letting out an annoyed breath, you huff, “it’s for you, idiot. You fucking drive me crazy. You’re the only one that’s ever gotten me this wet. Now fill me up before I lose my ever-loving mind.”

Poe lets out another chuckle. “Yes, ma’am,” he quips, and then quickly slides the length of his fingers into your cunt, forcing a moan from your lungs involuntarily. He rocks you forward again so that you’re sitting directly on his fingers, with his palm cradling your pussy. “Fuck yourself on my fingers,” he commands. “Take what you need from me.”

You do exactly that, rising and falling on his thigh, swirling your hips over his soaked digits, your clit rubbing against the meat of his palm deliciously. He adds another finger, stretching you out and making you want to scream. Your hips speed up as you desperately chase your high. The wet squelching and slapping sounds of your pussy on Poe’s hand echo in the room. Poe’s panting fills your ears and your wanton moans fill his. You invade his senses in every way possible, and he can feel his dick pulse with every thrust of your hips against his thigh.

Suddenly, you start feeling the knot in your core tighten as you rocket ever-closer to your orgasm. Poe moans as he feels you clench. “Fuck, that’s it, honey, I can feel you getting close,” he whispers. “Give it to me.” His hips start lifting up, grinding, pressing his length into you as much as he can.

“Oh Maker, Poe, oh fuck,” you cry as your walls tighten. “You want me to fucking cum for you?”

“Fuuuuuuck yes baby, that’s all I want,” Poe pants. “Fucking cum all over my fingers, soak my hand, honey.”

The filth pouring out of his mouth finally snaps the knot in your stomach, and you nearly scream in ecstasy as your release shatters and blooms through your body. Poe moans your name as a rush of your slick coats his hand, and you feel him bite your shoulder as his body tenses. Sated, you slump against him, his hand still pinned under your body, both of you sticky with sweat and panting for breath. Poe uses his free hand to softly cup the side of your face, pressing kisses slowly and gently across your cheeks and nose.

You sigh as he carefully extracts his hand. Just as you peer down at him, he closes his eyes and slips his fingers into his mouth, sucking every bit of your essence off. You shudder in pleasure as you watch him. He locks eyes with you, and you lean in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

“Feeling better?” Poe asks, the warm molten brown of his eyes having returned. You sigh and giggle a little. “Yes, thank you,” you murmur quietly, “but I wish I could have made you cum too.”

Suddenly Poe looks sheepish, something that’s a rare expression for him.

“Well, uh…” he starts, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck and averting his eyes. You pause, perplexed. He glances back at you, then down at the floor, and then back at you again. Poe clears his throat before he finally speaks.

“I… actually did…”

You freeze silently, and then erupt into laughter. “Poe Dameron!” you screech. “The ‘best pilot in the galaxy’, commander of the Starfighter Corps, co-general of the entire fucking Resistance, fucking JIZZED in his pants like a teenager???” You start tittering uncontrollably, much to Poe’s embarrassment. “Shut the fuck up, idiot,” he grouses, which only makes you cackle even louder. He sighs, annoyed but begrudgingly satisfied.

“At least this suit needs to be washed anyway,” he mutters, mostly to himself, and you laugh so hard you start crying.

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Oh, you were looking for a part 2 to this one-shot? Well it’s your lucky day — Poe was being a total menace, so indeed there is now a part 2!

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choke-me-joey · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader

Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, smut.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Eddie knew who you were.

Of course he did, how could he not?! You were the only member of the cheerleading squad who didn't look like a clone of Chrissy Cunningham, for one. And second of all, you wore a leather jacket. Over your cheerleading uniform. It was practically unheard of.

Plus, you were the only member of the cheerleading squad who didn't look at him like he was lower than dirt, except maybe Chrissy herself. God knows why she was with that meathead prick Jason Carver.

Eddie's fatuation with you began when you waltzed in to Ms O'Donnell's class that one September morning, leather jacket draped over your shoulders. It was oversized, with a few band patches pinned to the back - Metallica, Def Leppard, Slayer and Black Sabbath to name a few - and took your usual seat next to him.

It wasn't just the jacket, mind. The jacket was the spark to the powder keg. Eddie had been drawn to you for months. Your pretty little face, your captivating smile, your laugh that made his heart thump in his chest, and your eyes....God, your fucking eyes. They were the most stunning eyes he'd ever seen.

And then there was your body. Toned and lean from your years of athletics, but still curvy in all the right places. One time he'd seen your uniform skirt rise up in the cafeteria, exposing little black booty shorts hugging your shapely ass and he'd damn near choked on the pretzels he was scoffing down. So he'd already had a raging physical and emotional boner for you for a while now.

But now, the jacket.

You'd never worn that before, and judging by the size of it, the way you were wearing it and how worn it looked, he guessed your boyfriend must have lent it to you to protect your uniform from the rain that morning.

But, there weren't very many metalheads that went to Hawkins High, so maybe your boyfriend went to a different school? Or college, even?

Eddie felt himself grow miserable at the thought of you having a boyfriend. Of course you had a boyfriend. You were way too hot not to have been snapped up by now. He'd seen how some of the other guys at school had looked at you in the hallways, heard what they'd said in low whispers when they thought nobody else was listening in to their conversations.

"Tell me she doesnt have perfect blow job lips, dude."

"I saw her at the pool last weekend, she's got the perfect rack, biggest tits on the squad for sure."

"Yo, Anderson told me he fucked her at Murray's 4th of July party last year, apparently she's an absolute freak-"

"Shit, I've got to hit that."

But Eddie saw you as more than a sexual object. To him, you were an angel. You were a goddess roaming these halls.

So, what would you ever want with the likes of the town freak?

While Ms O'Donnell had her back turned, you had leaned over and tapped Eddie on the shoulder, almost making him jump out of his seat. He definitely hadn't been staring out of the window thinking about tonight's Hellfire session, or that new guitar solo he was trying to nail down, or your pretty fucking eyes again-

"Hey, Eddie?" You whisper, a soft smile gracing your plump lips.

Fuck. You knew his name?! And his actual name, not 'Munson' or 'freak'. He turns his head to look at you like a deer in the headlights. It actually concerns you how startled he looks. "Uh, sorry, never mind-"

"No, uh, sorry, just...you know my name?"

You raise an eyebrow, looking amused.

"I've been sitting next to you in this class for over a month now, duh. Of course I know your name!" You giggle softly. "Just like you know mine, right?"

Of course Eddie fucking knew your name. Tonight he'd definitely groan it out as he jerked his cock to the thought of you in nothing but that damn jacket, Christ he was no better than those dickwads in the halls-

"Eddie?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry, yeah of course I do. It's Y/N, right? Or should I call you by your Hell's Angels name now?" He gestures towards the jacket. You giggle again, trying to keep your voice down.

"Y/N is fine, I don't have my motorcycle licence yet." You tease and Eddie swallows, hard. "Can I...can I talk to you later? You have a free period after your next class, right?"

Good lord, you knew his timetable. He swore he was having an out of body experience, you wanted to talk to him outside of-

Oh.

Of course.

Eddie realised what you were after, and felt like kicking himself for thinking you could have possibly meant anything else.

"Uh, yeah, sure, sure, you wanna meet in the parking lot or in the woods. ..?"

"Parking lot is fine, 71 Chevy, right?"

"That's me." Eddie nods and you shoot him a winning smile and God, he can die happy now.

Ms O'Donnell shoots you both a warning glare and you immediately shut up, concentrating on your note taking. Eddie was the master of pretending to look busy, so he pretended long enough until the old bat's back was turned again, and he returned to his thoughts, flicking his eyes to the clock approximately every 5 seconds for the next thirty minutes.

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Eddie's leant against his van, cupping his hand over the end of his cigarette as his stupid fucking lighter spits out pathetic sparks when you come bouncing over, now wearing that damn jacket properly with your cheerleading uniform almost completely hidden underneath.

"Need a light?" You produce a lighter from the jacket pocket, and Eddie eyes it (and you) suspiciously. "It's new, picked it up this morning."

"Thanks," Eddie says with the cigarette dangling between his lips. He lights it and hands the lighter back to you, only to be even more surprised when you pull out a pack of smokes from your other jacket pocket and light one, taking a drag. "Wouldn't have pegged you as a smoker."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Eddie Munson." You smile coyly as you exhale the smoke away from him. He scoffs.

"I don't doubt it. Not many leather wearing, smoke puffing cheerleaders wandering the halls of Hawkins High."

"Even less of them than have an interest in DnD." You say, mirroring Eddie in the way he was leaning against his van. "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I've been doing some research and I'm really quite interested in playing. Do you think I could come by Hellfire tonight and maybe put my name down to join?"

Eddie blinks at you.

"Wait...you don't wanna buy?"

"Buy?" You ask slowly, then the penny drops and you burst out laughing, shoving his arm playfully. "Oh god, sorry! Shit, I completely forgot you do that! No, I'm just asking if I can come crash your campaign later."

"You, Y/N, a cheerleader who rubs shoulders with Chrissy Cunningham, are interested in playing Dungeons and Dragons?!" Eddie's tone makes you frown. It's almost like he's mocking you.

"Yes?" You say, unable to see the point he's making. You puff on your cigarette again. "Look, I get it, I'm a girl, so if you don't want me in your club, that's fine, I totally get it, but don't just assume that because I'm on the squad that means that I'm exactly like the rest of them. I mean, the looks I've gotten from them today just for wearing my fucking jacket, you wouldn't believe it. It's just a jacket! We don't all listen to fucking New Kids on The Block and drool over Tom Cruise."

"You don't?" Eddie smirks, a teasing lilt to his voice. He's perked up a little since you said it was 'your' jacket and not 'your boyfriend's'.

"No, I don't! I like good music-" you gesture to some of the patches on your jacket, "-and James Hetfield is way, way hotter. " You take a final drag on your cigarette and throw it on the ground, stubbing it out with your worn Converse. You hike your bag up on your shoulder. "So? Am I welcome or not?"

Eddie stubbed out his own cigarette under his dirty Reebok before shooting you a smirk.

"See you at 4, m'lady."

Your face lit up and you curtsied, actually fucking curtsied at him, pulling your skirt out to the side and everything.

"I look forward to it, kind sir."

And then with a swish of skirt, leather jacket and high ponytail, you were heading back towards the school building, leaving Eddie to almost collapse against his beloved vehicle of choice, dramatically clutching his chest.

Oh yeah, Eddie definitely knew who you were.

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perotovar · 10 months

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into the beat of the night (ch 4) "thin flesh"

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pairing: frankie morales/enby!oc!river price (they/them) rating: 18+ (minors dni) chapter warnings: swearing, (1) instance of misgendering (not by anyone we like), unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, brief oral (m receiving), discussions of contraceptives, this shit is sappy y'all, there's a cat too word count: 5.5k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne ♥)

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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River moaned, tangling their fingers into Frankie’s curls. “F-Frankie, my lunch is only thirty minutes,” they giggled, biting their lip.

“Don’t care,” Frankie grunted, digging his thumbs into their hips and continued sucking on their neck. He hummed happily, kissing up the side of their neck to nibble on their jaw playfully.

Frankie had stopped by the building where River worked with lunch. It was now getting cold.

River had to push Frankie away, a slightly dazed look on their face. They smiled up at him and poked his cheek. “And you call me the menace. I touch your dick one time and you become insatiable.”

Frankie laughed, his shoulders shaking. He leaned over and kissed their cheek before relaxing back in his seat. “Sorry, your food is probably cold now,” he mumbled, handing the takeout bag to them.

River shrugged and began eating. “So, we’re meeting up with Will, Benny, and…”

“Santiago.”

“Santiago. Tonight, right?”

“Yeah, if you still want to,” Frankie nodded jerkily. This was the first time he was introducing River to the guys. He was mostly nervous about Benny opening his big, golden retriever mouth and asking dumb questions. He knew at least Will and Santi would be normal, if a bit protective.

“Of course I still want to,” River said, swallowing a bite of food. “They’re like brothers to you. I can only imagine the shit you guys have seen together,” they muttered sympathetically.

A far-away look crossed Frankie’s features and he swallowed around a small lump in his throat. River reached over and held Frankie’s hand, rubbing their thumb over his knuckles.

“Sorry, we can talk about something else,” they said softly.

Frankie smiled weakly and shook his head. “It’s okay,” he looked up into their eyes. They reminded him of leaves in a summer downpour. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” River had to go, finishing up the food Frankie brought for them. “I’ll text you when I get off work, okay?”

Frankie nodded and leaned over to kiss their cheek. He kissed their lips once, then again. “I’ll pick you up at eight.” River winked, climbing out of Frankie’s truck and making their way back into the tall building.

Frankie exhaled loudly and started the truck. The prospect of telling River about his past, about his addiction, made him incredibly nervous. He had been clean for a long time now, but it didn’t make the conversation less daunting. River hadn’t turned him away yet, but he also didn't know their hard limits. Despite feeling more comfortable with River than he had with anyone in a long time, it was still so new.

He pulled into the parking lot of Marisol’s daycare and sat idling, waiting to go inside and pick her up. He looked down at his phone and smiled at his lockscreen; it was a photo of River with their tongue sticking out, piercing on full display, and flipping the bird. He took another deep breath and rolled down the window for some fresh air. It would be okay.

It would.

“It’s a music based subculture, Benny. The fashion came later.”

Benny shook his head as he swallowed his beer. “Then why have I never heard of a ‘goth band’ then?”

“Because you probably listen to butt rock.”

Benny spluttered, offended, but laughed. “What is that?”

Frankie, River, and Santi laughed as Will rubbed Benny’s shoulders sympathetically. Things were going really well. Better than Frankie expected them to go, if he were being honest. It felt like River had always been a part of the group.

“I haven’t heard a denial yet,” River teased in a sing-song tone, a twinkle in their eye. Everyone laughed harder as Benny raised his arms in defeat. “Speaking of, did Frankie tell you guys what he wore when we went back to The Night Owl?”

“Oh, god, here we go,” Frankie groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“An Iron Maiden t-shirt, which was already funny on its own. But he also wore these blue and yellow New Balances and I won’t lie, I almost ghosted him for it.” River winked at him as they squeezed his thigh under the table.

Benny was laughing so hard his face went red and Will shook his head in disappointment. Santiago sighed and put his hand on Frankie’s shoulder. “You wore your New Balances to a goth club? Hermano…”

“I don’t have any clothes that would fit there, okay?” Frankie explained, exasperated. He turned to River and gave them his best pout and puppy dog eyes, whispering, “Besides, I thought you liked my ‘lumberjack, fisherman chic’?”

River looked to Frankie’s lips briefly and licked their own before looking back up into his eyes. “True, I do. Wouldn’t change it for the world. But,” they grinned. “I would love to see you all ‘done up’ one of these days. Just for fun.”

Benny was nearly having a stroke at this point. “Oh, my god. I’m trying to imagine Fish with eyeliner and it’s killing me,” he wheezed.

Frankie laughed and shrugged, putting an arm around River’s shoulders. “We’ll see,” he hummed, leaning over to kiss River’s cheek.

Will chuckled and rolled his eyes before standing. “Another round? On me, this time.”

Everyone nodded their thanks, and fell back into easy conversation. Out of the corner of River’s eye, they saw someone nearby that could be a problem. The man had been staring at River all night, and not in a way they could ignore. River sighed quietly and prepared themselves as the man stood and tried to “subtly'' make his way over to the table.

“Damn, when’s the funeral?” The drunken asshole smirked, looking right at River. He sneered at them and waited for River to react.

“Hey, fuck off, asshole—“

“Benny, don’t,” River muttered, giving him a look that said more than their words ever would. Benny went quiet but looked at the guy with daggers for eyes. Santiago crossed his arms over his chest and watched for River’s signal.

“Haven’t decided yet,” they exhaled angrily toward the drunk.

“Listen, lady, I was just—“ River rolled their eyes and stared at the man. Frankie’s eyes went wide and he saw red. River quickly grabbed Frankie’s thigh again and squeezed, stopping him. Their expression changed from neutral to manic, an unsettling smile spreading across their face. They tilted their head to the side and stared, unblinking. The man shuffled uneasily on his feet and scoffed. “Whatever, fuckin’ freak.”

The man stumbled away just as Will returned with all their drinks. He looked at the group of grumpy faces and the guy walking away. “What happened?”

Benny’s face broke into a wide grin and he started snapping his fingers. “River just scared a dude,” he laughed.

River rolled their eyes, but smiled this time. “No, the guy came over and tried to be clever and I shut it down,” they shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” They gestured to their wardrobe by way of explanation.

Frankie went quiet and had a pensive look on his face, rubbing River’s lower back. He knew River picked up on the drunk calling them “lady”, because he knows he heard it. Will had given River a fist bump and everything went back to normal. He’ll bring it up later.

“Okay, so I know Fish went and it was an accident, but like, do you think I could go to The Night Owl?” Benny smiled wide, that golden retriever energy back in droves. “I’ve never been to a goth club and it sounds fun.”

River gave Benny a long look, thinking about it. “I don’t see why not,” they hummed thoughtfully. “I just have one question for you.”

Benny blinked and nodded, letting River continue.

“Are you sure you’re a hundred percent straight? Because you would be a hit there, and not just with the ladies.”

Everyone went quiet for a second before bursting into laughter. Frankie laughed quieter than the others and shook his head. He looked at River lovingly, taking in the features of their side profile and lips.

“Is this why you asked if I listened to butt rock?” Benny asked, incredulous. “I still don’t know what that means!!”

They were quiet on the drive to River’s apartment. River looked over at Frankie, worry etched onto their features. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet.”

Frankie glanced at River before looking back at the road. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said softly. “I’m honestly more worried about you.”

River blinked. “How come? I’m fine. I had a really good time.”

“The guy?” Frankie asked, not wanting them to bury what happened. “He called you–”

“I know what he called me, Frankie.”

Frankie frowned and bit his lip. He didn’t want to step on River’s toes with this, but he was so ready to beat the shit out of the guy back there before they stopped him. “I’m sorry, I just… I know you can handle yourself, but,” he floundered for the right words, sighing in frustration when he couldn’t find them. “I just… I’m here, okay? You don’t have to like, deal with disrespect like that while I’m with you. Especially if it’s to like, impress my friends or something.”

River went quiet and smiled sadly, looking down at their painted nails. “I know,” they hummed softly. “Thank you. Same goes for you. I may not know all the details right now, and I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I’m not blind, babe. I know you’ve got demons, too.”

Frankie reached for River’s hand and laced their fingers together as he pulled up to their apartment complex. He lifted their hand to his mouth and kissed their knuckles reverently.

“Go ahead and park.”

He raised a brow and did as he was told, turning his truck off. He looked across the darkened cab at River, a curtain of hair obscuring their features before they turned their head. “What’s up?” he asked softly.

“You wanna come up?” They gestured towards their apartment with their thumb, a shy smile on their face.

Frankie’s heart skipped a beat and he nodded, undoing his seatbelt. He followed them up the steps and waited patiently while River unlocked the door. “It’s not much, but it’s home,” they sighed. River’s voice was immediately followed by a loud scratchy meow. “Aww, hi, baby,” they grinned, crouching down to pick up what was probably the fluffiest gray cat Frankie had ever seen. “You’re not allergic are you?” They asked, a look of worry crossing their features, realizing they forgot to mention that they had a cat.

Frankie snorted and shook his head, holding his finger out for the cat to assess him.

River sighed in relief and kicked the door shut behind him. “Good,” they smiled. “This is Jonsey.”

“Alien?” Frankie grinned.

“Yes! Ugh, thank you!”

He laughed as Jonsey leapt out of River’s arms and went, presumably, towards his food. “How come you always look so spotless? Doesn’t he shed a lot?”

“Ohhh yeah,” River laughed. “I have travel-size lint rollers on me at all times.”

They both laughed before they got quiet, taking each other in. Frankie shoved his hands in his pockets and decided to look around.

“Wine?” River asked, walking toward the kitchen.

“Sure. Thank you.”

He really wasn’t sure what he expected River’s apartment to look like, but if he had to guess, he thinks it’d look exactly like this. Dark wood furniture with gray accents. There were plants everywhere; spilling over window sills and winding up bookshelves, lush and full of life.

“You can have a seat, y’know,” River chuckled, handing him a wine glass. They started walking around the living room and lighting a couple candles to further warm up the place.

Frankie obliged and had a seat on River’s couch, getting comfy. He left his arms open and River immediately took the invitation, cuddling close. They drank their wine in silence for a few minutes before Frankie spoke.

“I meant what I said, by the way,” he started, rubbing the thumb from his free hand against their arm. “I may not understand all the nuances of your gender and what comes with it, but I want to. I really like you, River, and… I wanna be there for you.”

Turning slightly, River made eye contact before setting their wine glass on the coffee table. Frankie did the same with his own. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve you coming into my life like this, but I really appreciate it,” they grinned. Their lips pressed against his tenderly. “You’re taking all of this incredibly well. Most cis guys get so threatened by… this,” they gestured to their body. “Usually why I date women,” they chuckled.

Frankie smiled, heart fluttering. “I’m not sure what it is either. I just felt a pull,” he shrugged. “And you’re right. I haven’t been totally honest about my past yet, but… I will. I promise. You deserve to know.”

Climbing into Frankie’s lap, River held his face to kiss him with more purpose. He melted into it, keeping his hands on their sides. Frankie closed his eyes,the scent of River’s cologne washing over him. Color bloomed across his eyelids, the earthy tones of sandalwood and the deep red of the wine on their lips.

Coming up for air, River breathed against his lips, “You don’t have Marisol this week do you? You don’t need to be home?”

“No, I dropped her off at her mom’s earlier,” Frankie sighed, scratching lightly at River’s lower back, making them shiver.

“Do you want to take me to bed, Francisco?”

Frankie’s whole body shuddered and he felt time stop. Pools of green looked over his features like he’d hung the moon as River waited for his answer. Swallowing his nerves, a soft smile graced Frankie’s features. “Of course,” he whispered gently, because if he spoke any louder, he was sure the spell would be broken.

River’s face lit up, pink warming their cheeks. They leaned forward and attached their lips to his neck, nipping and sucking softly at the thick muscles there. “Bedroom is down the hall on the right,” they mumbled.

Frankie didn’t need to hear anything else as he stood. He held River by the ass as they laced their legs around his waist. He felt like he was in a trance as he made his way down the hall. He had convinced himself that he wouldn’t make it this far with them. Feeling around for the light switch in the dark, Frankie exhaled shakily as River sucked a mark into his shoulder. He gave up and walked slowly to their bed and set them down.

River leaned over and turned on the lamp next to the bed. A soft warm glow lit the room, illuminating each other well enough to continue. Frankie shuffled on his feet for a second, nerves suddenly hitting him.

“What’s wrong?” River asked softly, scooting toward the edge of the bed, and resting their hands on Frankie’s belt.

Frankie thought about it for a minute, biting his lip. “Is there anything I should know? Like,” he floundered for a second. “I don’t want to touch you in the wrong way or say the wrong thing.”

River swooned, and smiled up at him. “God, I know it’s the bare minimum but your concern and respect is so fucking hot,” they groaned, hiding their burning cheeks in his soft tummy.

Frankie’s chest puffed up a bit and he grinned down at them, running his fingers through their long hair. He moved it away from their face and cupped their cheek, rubbing his thumb along the bone there.

River pulled themselves together for a second to speak and cleared their throat. “I’m very cool with you touching me anywhere. I would very much like you inside me,” they smirked. Frankie choked on his own spit, cock twitching in his jeans. They slowly unbuckled Frankie’s jeans and looked at the throbbing, red, and leaking tip of Frankie’s cock. “No underwear, huh?” They hummed, delighted at the sight, and started pumping it slowly, giving the head little kitten licks.

“F-Fuck,” Frankie moaned shakily, tipping his head back. He felt his entire body shiver as their tongue piercing dragged over the tip, the colors behind his eyelids returning. He tightened the fist in River’s hair and tugged slightly, making them moan around his cock. They started bobbing their head slowly, looking up at him. Frankie couldn’t look away from the mouth around him and he groaned, his cock twitching inside their mouth.

He pulled them off, a trail of saliva connecting River’s bottom lip to the head of his cock. “Babe, stop,” he chuckled breathily. “This is going to be done so fast if you keep that up.”

River’s eyes twinkled. “‘Babe’, huh?” They teased, tugging his pants down so he could step out of them. “And what, can’t last longer than five minutes?”

Growling, Frankie pushed them down onto their back on the bed. He hovered over them, one knee on the bed next to them. “Not around you,” he smirked, thick fingers methodically unbuttoning River’s shirt and yanking it off their shoulders.

His breath caught at the sight of their tattoos, but he slowed down when their top surgery scars came into view. He tentatively ran his fingertips along the scars, everything really hitting him all at once.

River watched his face, their stomach fluttering with nerves, but also excitement. They’d gotten to this point with others before and it was enough to turn people away. They didn’t think that would happen with Frankie, but they could never be too sure. Their cheeks warmed the longer he looked at them.

“Please say something,” River whispered anxiously.

“Where do I start?” Frankie breathed, smiling softly. “This looks like it really hurt,” he hummed sadly. “But it’s so beautiful.” His voice shook with reverence. He looked up at them, face full of emotion. “Lie back for me?”

River’s entire body was buzzing as they put a pillow underneath their head to look down at him. The fabric of their dress pants glided across their skin as Frankie removed the rest of their clothes. He hummed happily at the damp spot on the front of their underwear, kissing from one knee to the top of their thigh. River exhaled shakily, and bit their lip, taking in the sight of the mass of curls between their legs. Unable to resist, they reached forward and carded their fingers through his hair.

Frankie looked up at them, his big brown eyes shining as he kissed their clit through the fabric. River’s breath hitched and they giggled softly, lifting one leg to poke his shoulder with their toes. He winked and moved the last piece of clothing down their legs. He didn’t waste any time and latched his mouth onto their clit and sucked hard.

River moaned out loud, their back arching off the bed. “F-Frankie,” they whined, tugging on his curls.

Frankie was in his own world, creating a rhythm with his tongue, and the sounds coming from River’s mouth clogging his senses. He felt drunk, prodding two fingers at their entrance.

“Y-yes, please,” they breathed weakly, giving him permission.

Frankie ached to bring them pleasure as his fingers sunk in, quickly finding a pace to pump inside. He found a rhythm between his tongue and his fingers, and apparently it was doing something, if the sounds River was making were anything to go by.

River’s thighs trembled around his head, their entire body covered in goosebumps. Frankie looked up at them and lifted his mouth off of their clit, but his fingers never let up. River groaned out an exhale as they made eye contact and bit their lip. Something passed between them without words because when Frankie’s thumb touched their clit at the right pressure and rhythm, River’s eyes rolled back. They let out a loud moan into the room as they stilled, coming hard and wet around Frankie’s fingers.

Frankie grinned, watching River writhe around on the bed for a moment before coming down. “Very good,” he hummed, removing his fingers slowly and wrapping his lips around them. He groaned at the taste of them. He held onto their thighs before burying his tongue inside them once again. His aquiline nose rubbed perfectly against their clit while he lapped up more of them, hardly giving them a moment to breathe.

“Frankie, f-fuck, wait,” River gasped, their head spinning with want. Their clit throbbed in overstimulation, still so sensitive from their high.

Frankie grunted into their pussy and looked up at them like they’d just interrupted his favorite meal. And, really, they had. River’s breath hitched at the look in Frankie’s eyes. His normally soft eyes had turned hard, feral, and they dripped at how turned on it made them. He shook his head against them, moving from side to side, his curls bouncing at the movement.

“God, fuck,” River moaned pathetically, their heart rate going at a pace they hadn’t felt before.

“Gimme one more, baby,” Frankie mumbled against them. “Just one more, sweet thing. Gotta taste it this time.”

River’s eyes rolled back and they whined, nearly yanking on Frankie’s hair. His voice sounded as wrecked as they felt, all throaty and deep. Their walls clenched tightly around his tongue in little pulses the closer they got to their release. Frankie watched closely, his vision blurring slightly at the edges with the amount of focus he had on River’s form. He paid rapt attention to which movements of his tongue made them squirm. Their chest stuttered with every breath they took, the muscles and tendons in their neck moving underneath the skin tightly.

When River came, it was more intense than the first time and came in waves, making them nearly shout in pleasure. Frankie tried holding their hips down with those big hands of his but ended up following their movements so as not to miss a single drop. His eyes were on them the whole time, taking in the sight of them at their highest peak.

River trembled in the aftershocks as Frankie’s mouth finally let go. He kissed along the bottom of their tummy and left little nips and marks, sucking and staking his claim over them. River grinned lazily at the sight, their heart soaring. “Mmm, you’re good at that,” River chuckled, feeling all warm and satisfied.

Frankie grinned as he crawled onto the bed to hover over them. “Thank you,” he smirked, a smidge of arrogance coloring his features.

River laughed softly and rolled their eyes. They gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head. “How are you still wearing your shirt, but no pants or underwear?” They snorted.

Frankie’s eyes darkened as he took in their flushed cheeks and moved their long hair behind their ears. “I was a little distracted,” he whispered, kissing them sensually.

River sighed happily, getting lost in the taste of themselves on his tongue. They ran their hands down his torso to grip onto Frankie’s ass and squeezed. They wrapped their legs around his waist and quickly flipped them over before Frankie had time to react. Now straddling him, they ground their hips against Frankie’s cock situated perfectly between their lips. “My turn,” River hummed, latching onto Frankie’s nipple.

Frankie gasped at all the sensations as his hips bucked up against them. “W-wait, do you have a condom? I’m clean, I just wanna make sure,” he smiled, rubbing their arms protectively.

“I do,” they nodded, nipping around the other nipple as they looked up at him. “We can use one if you want, but I am on PrEP, too. Also, uh,” they lifted their mouth off of him, sitting comfortably. “I can’t get pregnant. That’s the other major surgery I had.”

“Oh.”

They got quiet as they watched each other breathe heavily for a bit. “Is… Is that okay?” River asked hesitantly.

Frankie’s face went through every emotion imaginable within seconds before landing on nearly feral. “You… really shouldn’t have told me that,” he grinned wickedly, grabbing onto their hips and digging his fingernails in hard. River stopped him before he could turn them over and started grinding against the underside of his cock again, getting it impossibly wet.

“Oh, nu-uh,” River smirked. “You’re not in charge right now.”

Frankie’s cock twitched at the authority in their voice and he nodded obediently.

“Good boy,” they hummed, their fingers curling around his shaft before slowly sinking down on him. River whimpered slightly at the stretch and swirled their hips in little circles on the way down before they were sat on his lap comfortably. They groaned in satisfaction, slowly getting used to his girth and the weight of him.

Breathing heavily, Frankie shut his eyes and dug his head into the pillow underneath him. He focused on the sounds around him so he wouldn’t come right away; the slightly opened window brought in a nice breeze that cooled his flushed skin. River was breathing heavily, but quietly, watching patiently as he evened out his breathing. Blunt nails scratched lightly at Frankie’s torso, goosebumps following in their wake.

It had been a while since he’d been inside someone and it’s clear that it’s been a while for River as well considering just how god damn tight the fit was.

“You okay?” River grinned, rolling their hips slightly, already used to the feeling. They clenched around him teasingly in little pulses.

Frankie’s breath hitched and he groaned, desperately gripping their hips. He was certain there would be marks leftover tomorrow. “Fuck, gimme a second,” he panted, eyes squeezed shut. River watched his Adam’s Apple bob a few times as he got his breathing back to normal, their heart pounding in their chest.

When Frankie raised his head again to look down at where the two of them met, he exhaled shakily. “Jesus,” he moaned, his eyes traveling up their torso until he landed on their face. His heart skipped a beat seeing the look on their face.

He hadn’t seen River so… vulnerable before. They always looked put together, not a hair out of place or any bit of makeup smeared. They looked beautiful; their hair a mess, and their makeup smudged. They looked calm, at peace. Satisfied. His hands slowly traveled up their side before his thumbs rubbed at the edges of their surgery scars.

“Ready?” River smiled softly, cupping his face with one hand and bracing themself on his chest with the other.

Frankie nodded and lifted his hips slightly, his words spoken without a sound; fuck me.

And they did.

Bouncing on him at a leisurely pace to start, River watched Frankie’s eyes glaze over with the pleasure he was feeling, his face slack and his swollen lips parted. Before either of them knew it, they were rocking together at a steady pace, their collective moans and groans and sighs of pleasure filling the room.

They were completely lost in one another, River’s head thrown back to expose their throat as they moaned loudly. Their brows dipped down in pleasure as they bit their lip. “God, you feel so fucking good,” they whined, slowly starting to lose their rhythm as they got closer to their peak.

Frankie moaned and sat up, latching his mouth onto their neck, hugging them close to his chest. He dug his feet into the mattress and started fucking up into them. River groaned, hiding their face in his neck. They whined and whimpered against his damp skin, trembling on top of him.

The light slap, slap, slap of their skin against each other was the only sound in the room for a moment before Frankie panted against their forehead, kissing there softly. “More?” he smiled, eyes shut in bliss.

River nodded and whined weakly. “S-so fucking close.”

Frankie grunted as he flipped them over, well and truly fucking into them now. He didn’t let up, moaning when River’s nails clawed into Frankie’s back. He hissed at the sting and shivered all over, his hips slowly losing their rhythm. “Touch yourself, sweet thing,” Frankie breathed, watching their blissed out expression change to a look of focus. River reached between them and started rubbing at their clit at the same pace as Frankie’s hips.

River whined weakly, half-lidded and glossy eyes looking up at him. They were unable to form the words themself, their chest stuttering and breath hitching with every one of his thrusts.

“Yeah?” he breathed happily.

“Yeah.”

Frankie crashed their lips together as River moaned, his hips keeping the pace he knew they needed. River’s whole body stilled for a second before bucking into a slight staccato as their release wracked through them. They whispered into his mouth, their walls clenching around his cock tightly, trying to provoke his own release as well.

“C’mon,” they panted against his lips encouragingly. It didn’t take much after that, Frankie’s hips slamming into River’s as his cock twitched inside them violently, thick spurts and ropes coating their walls. His hips rolled in slow waves until the last drop left his cock. A low grunt left his lips as he looked down at their combined releases coating his shaft. River moved their hips back a little, more of it dripping out in the process. It made Frankie shiver all over, a wicked little grin on his face.

Quiet settled over the two of them as they caught their breath. River watched Frankie’s face go from tense to the most relaxed they’d ever seen him. They smiled up at him and cupped his face, kissing his nose sweetly. He opened his eyes at that, looking into their eyes and his cheeks warmed at the attention.

“Hey,” he smiled, voice rough.

“Hey, yourself.”

Frankie snorted and leaned down to kiss them deeply. He slowly parted their legs, moving out from between them carefully. River sighed into his mouth at the loss, the cum trickling out as his cock dragged against them. They felt empty, clenching around nothing, but reveling in the filthy feeling they had.

When they came up for air, River played with Frankie’s curls, all of them sticking up in every direction. They grinned and tapped him on the shoulder. “Be right back,” they hummed, crawling out from under him to go into their bathroom down the hall. Frankie watched their ass as they left and plopped down onto his back, one arm resting on his forehead. He shut his eyes and just focused on his breathing for a moment before he heard the toilet flush and the sounds of bare feet coming back into the bedroom.

He looked up and saw River crawling back onto the bed with a warm washcloth. They slowly started cleaning Frankie up, almost reverently. Frankie watched them quietly, his heart skipping a beat. He usually did this part, but was more than happy to be on the receiving end of it. As River finished, they tossed the washcloth into the hamper in their closet.

“You need anything? Water?” River smiled down at him. Frankie nodded and pulled them down for a quick kiss.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

River jumped out of the bed and made their way into the kitchen. Frankie got comfortable as he listened to them move around in there. He heard a small chirp at the door and a fluffy gray tail came in through the doorway. He smirked as Jonsey jumped up onto the end of the bed and got comfortable. Jonsey sniffed at Frankie’s toes before rubbing his head against them and curled up into a ball. He fell asleep pretty soon after that.

“Sorry, had to clean a glass,” River chuckled softly as they walked back into the bedroom, still blessedly naked. Frankie appreciated the view, and happily took the glass of water. He took a couple of big gulps and set it on the nightstand next to him.

River dug around in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a hair tie. Frankie watched silently as they slowly pulled their long hair into loose braid. Their tattooed skin was slightly shiny from the perspiration of their coupling, making his stomach flutter. He smiled at their flushed cheeks as they tossed the long braid over their shoulder when they finished.

River crawled into the bed carefully, making sure not to wake up Jonsey. “Least he was polite enough to wait until we were done,” Frankie snorted, pulling River into his side. River giggled and kissed Frankie’s chest softly.

“True,” they said around a yawn. “I’m exhausted. You wore me out, old man.”

Frankie sighed in exasperation and laughed softly, kissing River’s hairline. “All that and you still call me old,” he grumbled.

“It’s an affectionate term.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he smirked. “Get some sleep.”

River nodded and got into the covers. They lightly pulled on his arm, kissing his shoulder. “You too, mister.”

Frankie obliged, pulling River close to his chest. Thick fingers passed lightly over River’s skin as their breathing evened out. Frankie stayed up for a bit and just let the moment settle into his heart. He looked down at the top of their head and placed a soft kiss to the crown before shutting his eyes himself.

The last thing he heard that night was the sound of River’s soft snoring. Frankie exhaled, heart feeling at peace for the first time in a long time.

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Pt. 4

She's in the back of the car. Steve and Robin in the front seat and Dustin placed next to her. His eyes searing a hole in the side of her head. It's uncomfortably quiet.

"Wow this is weird right guys? I mean does anyone know what's going on? I sure don't hahaha. Though she did talk to me first so maybe I know more than you guys. So-"

"Rob. Enough ok?" Steve interrupts "let's wait till we get to Wheelers for the full interrogation"

The silence is back.

Dustin pokes a bony finger into her side.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I don't know I was trying to see if you'd explode or something! We haven't dealt with this before!"

"Henderson stop it!"

"It's called the scientific method Steven! Ever heard of it?!?!"

"I swear to god I will turn this car around so fast-"

Lydia's giggles stop them in their track.

"Sorry it's just...nice to see..."

The car pulls into the driveway of the house she used to spend Thanksgivings in. Her parents would only come to Hawkins for holidays to see the rest of the party.

She sees a couple of cars she recognizes from old photos, a few cars, a beat up van.

She is led through the house with the other three surrounding her, maybe to stop her from running. When she starts the descend down the stairs to the basement she hears loud familiar chatter.

They're all there. Everyone. Way younger than she knows them but family all the same. They stare at her and all chatter stops.

"What the fuck?" Mike asks.

"Mike!"

"What!? It's weird! Was anyone else not expecting a person to come down the stairs? I mean did anyone take Steve's code red of 'help woman in wedding dress ran away from me' seriously I mean it's Steve It's not like he has the best luck with women." He says in a monotone voice.

This starts a new wave of arguments either defending or agreeing with the statement.

"That's enough!" Nancy shouts. She points at Lydia, "sit!"

Lydia sits down as fast as she can. Nancy's tone familiar to her through all the years she helped raise her.

"Explain." She looks dangerous. Lydia knows she keeps weapons around. She hopes she doesn't have to see them through first hand experience.

"I can't. I don't know what I'm allowed to say...I've seen too many movies."

"What does that mean?" Will's voice chimes in from the side.

"I was taken away from my family," she starts to tear up again. "God I can't stop crying today can't I haha" she shows them a watery smile. "I believe I was sent here to prevent a tragedy from occurring and to help you finally defeat Vecna."

A gasp is heard ringing around the room. More yelling happens and she starts to disassociate.

"Hey," a soft voice rings out. She comes back to the present to be face to face with the eyes she's longed to see the most. Eddie has a hand on her shoulder, in his other hand he has a pile of clothes.

"I thought you might want to change out of that dress yeah? I stopped at home and grabbed some of my old clothes. Super worn in super comfy." She chokes back a sob. "I don't know what that reaction was for earlier and I couldn't imagine what you've been through so I thought this could be like a peace offering."

She sends a smile his way and nods.

"I'll go change," she heads up the stairs without being told where to go and comes back down in a band tee and some old sweatpants. Her guitar pick necklace is visible and she feels at home.

She heads back down and stops before she's fully visible listening to their gossip.

"I'm just saying it's weird she knew where to go."

"What like she's been spying on us and decided to memorize the floorplan of the house? You're so stupid."

"She told me she was from the future."

"Right and we're just gonna believe her?"

She clears her throat. All the attention being brought back to her. Eddie gives her a smile.

"You put her in those? She looks like you." Steve says judgement clear in his tone.

"It's not my fault you don't know fashion Harrington."

"Yeah Harrington," Lydia repeats back. Grin wide on her face. "This is peak fashion."

"While I'm loving this bonding," Robin interrupts. "Can we actual start discussing now? I feel like my bones are gonna pop out of my skin soon."

"Ok!" Lydia claps her hands together. "Where to begin."

She fills them on everything that's happened since she landed on the couch fielding questions here and there.

"So you were at your wedding?" She gets a little sad at this question.

"Yeah I wonder if they even know I'm missing. I wonder if times stopped. If they're looking for me. God I miss him."

Dustin has a confused frown on his face. "Well you came to us...so are we in your future?"

She smiles at that, "if I'm able to tell you. Yeah most of you are."

His frown turns into a wide grin, "oh my god are you marrying one of us?! You asked for steve right after you came here that must be it! I can finally stop pushing you towards Robin since it obviously worked!"

She gags. She can't help it.

"I'm sorry that's just so ridiculous." She's giggling now. Steve sends her a confused look back but shrugs his shoulders in understanding.

"I feel the same way, it's like since I met you I felt like I had to protect you, like you were one of the kids."

She grins brightly at him. "Thank you, I take that as an honor."

She continues filling them in on everything she knows about the Upside Down. Everything she remembers hearing about their plan and everything that went wrong. There's one detail she's leaving out.

"You feel like us," Eleven states. She looks around at everyone else. "She feels like the party."

Lydia looks at El in fear. Scared she'll say what she's so desperate for them not to find out. "Do you know?"

"I will have to take a closer look."

-----

They're sitting in the middle of the room together, everyone else scattered in a circle surrounding them.

"Ok, think of your past."

Lydia is plunged into a darkness she's never experienced before. The floor has water all over it. She doesn't like it. She turns around in search of El.

"I see it. I see what you are hiding. It will be ok."

She's brought back to the present.

"I know how to defeat Henry."

Lydia is filled with a sense of dread. If it all goes wrong she can't live through it again.

"In 1990 I am born." She starts off with. "In 1995 Vecna strikes again. I'm from 2015."

"Wait," Dustin interrupts. "So we beat him? We win?. Then what are we fixing?"

She turns pale.

"You are my family...you all had a hand in raising me. There are...casualties in this battle." She chokes a little on the last word.

The room gets silent.

"Right." Nancy is the first to speak. "Well that won't happen this time." Her tone is serious. "Let's make a plan."

----

Lydia is placed in Nancy's room while the others discuss what they could change. She's sitting on her bed flipping through whatever book is closest to her when there's a knock on the door.

"Come in" she says quietly.

Eddie sneaks in, it's the quietest she's seen him in a long time.

"It's me right?" His eyes look doubtful. "That's why you can't look at me, you're seeing a ghost."

"I-I can't say anything you know that."

"Well that answers my question-"

"No you don't understand! I care about you too much to mess anything up! I don't understand the butterfly effect at all!"

"Why!" He's screaming now. "Why do you care about me!?!!!"

"I can't"

"Tell me!"

"Because you're my father Eddie!" She says it like it's bitter in her mouth. "Are you happy now? I probably just sealed everyone's doom. I'm going for a walk." She storms past him, unable to see his pale shocked face.

She walks right into a body.

"Woah hey," Steve is holding onto her shoulders. "What's going on where are you going?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"Not by yourself you're not."

"Why you don't trust me not to run away again!" She's yelling now.

"What? I just- we don't even know you."

She huffs at that. "Exactly, you don't know me and you don't trust me. So let me go!"

Whatever frozen state Eddie was in seems to have worn off.

"Lydia!" He screams, getting closer to her. "Wait!"

"Ok you want to go with me go with me just get me out of here." She grips Steve's arm and pulls him out the door.

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AN: Yay father daughter bonding next chapter!!!!! Fun fact: my dad and I only got to bond while taking neighborhood walks or sitting in cars together.

Who says I can't post two chapters in one day! I had a lot of ideas 😇😈

Don't forget to interact I LIVE for it :)

Tag list: @tinyplanet95

#steddie #strangerthings #eddie munson #kid fic #kinda #oneshot #robin buckley #steve harrington #the party #ronance #time travel #oc #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #ficlet

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xirayn · 2 years

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Like Biting Bats (Very Metal)

Read Ch 1 of the full fic here

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Featuring @aibhlynn as Eddie

Singing in the car with Eddie is quickly becoming one of Steve's favorite things. The freedom of it produces a euphoria that leaves him smiling even after dropping Eddie up. Steve wishes he could bottle that feeling; especially since he's likely to lose it once Eddie's van is fixed. They'll still be friends,of course, after all that they've been through it will take more than their differences and lack of forced proximity to end that, but Steve doesn't know if they'll still sing together.

He pulls up in front of the high school. The Hellfire Club has disbanded due to the satanic panic Hawkins is still shaking off, but that has left Eddie time to study with Nancy. She waves at Steve as they walk out together then says something to Eddie that makes him clasp his hands over his heart and stagger as if shot. She shakes her head at his theatrics before heading to where her mother is waiting to pick her up.

Eddie grins after her. Steve swears his smile gets brighter when he turns towards the BMW.

"Is she kicking you ass?" he asks once the passenger door swings open.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Eddie groans as he slumps into the seat. His school bag falls with a thud to the floor. "She threatened to take away my baby if I didn't pass the test on Friday."

"Ah, man, not the guitar," Steve laughs.

Rolling his eyes, Eddie doesn't say that it isn't his guitar that Nancy is threatening to take away. She is turning out to be a huge help in Eddie's quest to actually graduate this year, but threatening to prevent him from seeing Steve is a line in the sand. Because Nancy knows. She is frighteningly smart, so naturally she has figured out that riding with Steve, belting out tunes and bantering about one another's taste in music, has climbed the ranks of activities that Eddie enjoys by noting how he eagerly waits for the familiar sound of Steve's BMW and that the repairs to his van were taking a suspiciously long time.

Eddie eyes the radio as he buckles himself in.

"We talked about this, Pretty Boy. Why are you listening to Foreigner?"

He ejects the offending tape to replace with one pulled from his bag and Steve pretends to look offended. The opening of Metallica's latest album flows through the vehicle.

"Because 'Growing up the Hard Way' speaks to me on a personal level," Steve defends.

"Shame on you," Eddie teases.

An idea form's a smirk that crinkles the corner of Steve's hazel eyes. As 'Battery' crashes down on them, he marks the beat and does a few edits on the fly to lyrics he has heard a hundred times before doing his best to sing over Hatfield's vocals.

"He's got nothing to say,

He's got no excuses,

He was just

made-that-way

Like a dog on the loose,

In a world of his own,

He won't back down or

Run-a-way'

It is far from a perfect fit, but Steve makes it work to the best of his abilities and a grin sweeps across Eddie's face. He lives for moments like this where he gets to see the tension Steve carries melt away like ice on a warm day. He likes knowing he played a part in relaxing his best friend. And Steve is his best friend as much as that realization had been a surprise. He cared deeply for the band and his players, but Steve fucking Harrington has gotten closer than any of them.

Once Steve is finished, tripping over lyrics turning into a laugh as the music continues, Eddie chuckles along with him.

"Man, you should come sing with the band."

The suggestion earns a scoff that still holds onto the joy of laughter. Steve's fraction of 'Master of Puppets' done with Corroded Coffin had been fun, but he doubts anyone aside from Eddie actually wants him to join. He is the former King Steve, top asshole jock of Hawkins High. He can't imagine the rest of the band having anything other than contempt for him.

"Sure." Steve shakes his head. "I bet the rest of your band will be all for it."

"Stevie, they are practically harassing me to convince you to join the band."

Every time Eddie has seen his band mates since they heard Steve, the first question is if he's convinced him to join. Eddie is proud of them for seeing past Steve's high school labels and acknowledging how he has changed. That voice of his is a good added incentive.

He reaches over to flick one of the locks of hair that arcs over Steve's forehead. He's careful not to be too distracting. He has witnessed Steve go off on the Party about the dangers of distracting the driver several times.

"Our next practice is Saturday." Eddie’s voice lowers as if he's sharing a secret or possibly asking a favor. "I want you to be there."

The opening riffs of 'The Thing That Should Not Be' play as Steve fights with himself. His teeth worry his lip. The lecture from his father on 'meaningless hobbies' that led to Steve giving up guitar in middle school plays through his head. Honestly, though, his dad can fuck off. Eddie wants Steve there; said the words with a gentle hope Steve isn't used to. And he wants to be there. Singing those few bars of 'Master of Puppets' was the most alive he had felt in months, maybe years.

"Alright." His voice is lost under the heavy guitar and drum that rolls through them. He clears his throat. "I mean, sure. If the rest of the band is cool with it."

A smile lights up Eddie's face, dimples and teeth on full display.

"Cool," he teases. With Steve as their front man, Eddis is certain the band will succeed. Their music might change, but he finds the prospect of creating a new sound exciting. Something like Foreigner lyrics set to Metallica's instrumentals except entirely their own. "Two on Saturday. If you don't have anything planned, you can stay over Friday night and we can drive over together. I have a new record I have been waiting to listen to."

Waiting for Steve to come over to listen with him.

"You mean I can drive you," Steve corrects.

"Of course, Big Boy," Eddie responds with mock exasperation. He can't stop smiling.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things au #let steve be in the band #steddie ficlet #corroded coffin #steddie au

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mysticficti0n · 1 year

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heyhey B!

I love ur writing more than I love air ykwim but I want to ask if you can write Y/n finding out their show has been canceled and the TH boys back her up when she starts arguing with the managers (they're like 16-17 ish in this)

also congrats on the job !!!

thanks sugar ❤︎

Okay yes- I love writing for angry characters 🤭

Don't F*ck with her

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warnings- swearing, roughhousing?

words- 1.1k

(I used my friend Erik for the managers name btw she said he would be a bald fat guy?)

"you're joking?" Y/n rose from her make-up chair were she had already finished her look and was ready for the stage "no- Lynsey your fucking with me right? we're meant to be on in literally twenty minuets and you come in here and tell me it's canceled!" the girl was seething

"Y/n I'm sorry- you need to speak with the manager I can't do anything" her assistant directed with a sorry face "I was just told, the audience will find out soon" Y/n shot past Lynsey who quickly followed her to the boys changing room, the sound of laughing and jokes broke as she yanked the door open

"he fucking canceled the show" Y/n spat

"what?" the boys faces dropped "what do you mean canceled?"

"fucking canceled it! I swear to god I'm going to go ape-shit on Chris right fucking now, who's coming?" with a face like thunder Tom got up followed by his brother and the others "Lyn where are they?"

"follow me" Lyn had worked with the band for years she was one of their best friends and knew that they'd had enough with this new manager Chris constantly messing things up, the red-haired girl directed them to the 'office room' where Chris was sat watching tv "sir- the band are here to see you" he sighed

"yes?" Y/n shoved past the door and eyed the man up "Y/n?"

"canceled?!" Bill asked but was more of a 'are you taking the piss?' sort of voice "were meant to be on soon!"

"I realise that- but" Tom looked toward the girl who was chewing her lip to the point blood would probably start dripping "look"

"No you look right fucking here- we have a whole audience out there still oblivious to the fact were not going on and what reason are we meant to give? our managers a stupid dickwad who is messing around the 5 people who make him the money that feeds his fucking family hm?" Chris stood up from his seat and walked toward the girl, the boys took a step back but she stayed in her place, Gustav reached toward the girl but she didn't budge. Chris was now an inch away from her face, their eyes locked "you don't scare me- not anymore I'm not gonna let you do anything more to our band-"

"who says you have a choice- I own you all, I could snatch every reputation you ever have away from you in a second" his hand went around the girl jaw before letting go quickly "so go back to you room- take off that slutish make up and shut your mouths- understand me?" Bill had enough of seeing Y/n toyed with, he stepped forward shoving the man off her space, a laugh beloved from the man as he turned to the boys, eyes mostly set upon Bill

"don't fucking touch my brother-" Tom spoke pulling Bill back to him "you are fucking ruining our careers and like Y/n said- you pull this show, not one of us get any money- so grow a fucking pair you bald prick and let us play"

"you're a fucking stupid cunt- your making our lives a fucking nightmare" Gustav yelled getting nods from the other 4

"think I'm going to listen to 5 little kids? you're all pathetic" Georg scoffed

"mate your what 55 and make your living of us- your last band fired you so you came to us, who said we ever wanted a money stealing, pervy, pissface owning us?"

"good point- actually tell you what Chris get your shit together- your fired and were going onto that god-damn-fucking stage and telling that whole ass stadium, guys get your stuff were going" Bill walked out and straight to stage, the Tokio Hotel intro hadn't even played but the 5 walked on and the audience roared as they entered "HELLO GEORGIA" the band yelled

"so were sorry about the hold up but we wanna say something- so you all know Chris Satpled? yeah well we just fucking fired the lunatic as he was cancelling our shows and was trying to cancel tonights" Y/n screamed to them all and a huge boo ran through the people making the band clap them, the 5 ran to their instruments, Tom, Georg and Y/n went to get their guitars, Bill and Georg went to their places and waited for the three

"were gonna preform for you all tonight and we'll have a special song for Chris later-" Bill laughed as the band began playing

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"Thank you for a wonderful show everyone and as we said we have a very special song for Chris- so it goes like this- FUCK CHRIS SATPLED FUCK CHRIS SATPLED FUCK CHRIS SATPLED FUCK CHRIS SATPLED" Bill started a chant through the whole stadium of people, the guitarist kept strumming a beat they created along with Gustav and the crowd, Y/n took a step forward to the mic and coughed

"Oh these were bought by Chris' company so-" she took a step back, unhooking the guitar strap from her and slamming it to the floor and a cheer shot from everyone, next Tom and Georg started smashing their guitars and the sound of symbols crashing to the floor as Gustav kicked them down and stabbed the skins of his drums and shoved them along with the kit

The band all met at the front and took one last bow before going off and jumping at each other laughing, they had backstage runners asking what they were doing but the band ignored them all.

Time past and they knew that a crowd would be outside and they also knew Chris would have to walk through them all, they waited at the exit doors and Chris was their speaking with the bands security, their ex-manager took one last look at the all and rolled his eyes "punks"

"get fucked you absolute wank stain- I hope you get fucked over again and again" Y/n grinned waving to the man who pull his coat taught

"I'll find a better band who respects a man like me" Tom shook his head walking to the man and patting his shoulder

"good luck finding a better band than us you knob- now get the fuck out" the people outside cheer's turned to boo's as the stumpy man walked out, water was thrown at him and the chant started again making the band burst out laughing and soon followed his last footsteps, Tom walked close to the girl as they calmed down grabbing things to sign from fans "you know what- we found you all pretty hot when angry" Y/n laughed shoving him away "hey don't just attack me we all did"

"shut it Kaulitz- I swear to god I'll kill you all" she walked away from the 4 boys and started speaking with fans and taking pictures

"don't fuck with her huh?" Georg laughed

"agreed" the other joined following Y/n "hot though?" Gustav looked to the boys who quickly nodded and all started giggling away

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz imagines #00s #kaulitz twins #georg listing #germany #2001 #Humanoid city #2007 #2000s aesthetic #2000s fashion #2000s music #2000s style #mine

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music-oc-tournament · 5 months

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1, 2, 3, LETS GO!

The tournament is back with a new theme! This time around, the theme is original characters based on preexisting songs! If you ever listened to a song and was so inspired you made a whole OC based off it, now you have the chance to send them off and have them fight in a battle of the bands! .... So to speak!

RULES:

1: Your character must be based on a preexisting song. This is not a tournament for OC's who are just generally music themed- You have to be able to point to an actual song and explain how your OC came from that. Other than that, it can be any kind of song, anything from punk, country, rap, to even old classical music!

2: The character you submit must be yours. You cannot submit other people’s characters for them. If the character is shared between two or more people, all owners must sign off on submitting them into the competition.

3: Fandom OCs are NOT allowed. We all love fandom OCs, but for this competition I don’t want fandom bias to get in the way. This also includes fandom related songs.

4: Please avoid triggering subjects. Serious topics in characters stories/backstories is fine, but please avoid submitting characters who’s stories involve bigotry, sexual violence, or anything else that might warrant a serious content warning. While there is a time and a place for exploring those topics, this is not it. This is supposed to be lighthearted! This also applies to the songs. Mentions of violence, sex, or swears are allowed though, as long as it doesn't require a major content or trigger warning.

5: While you can submit multiple characters separately, only one OC can be selected for the tournament. This is to avoid one person having multiple chances to win. This also means you cannot submit groups or multiple characters who are paired together. Every match up should be one on one!

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Propaganda is allowed and encouraged! Once the characters have been selected and announced, there will be a period before the actual match ups start where people can submit propaganda! This can come from the creators of the OC’s or even from friends of the creator who are familiar with the OC in question, if they so choose! Propaganda can be anything, art, writing, etc! All propaganda will be tagged as propaganda and as the character’s name!

This tourney is even smaller than the last one, to keep things short and sweet. I am only accepting 8 entrants! I will be personally picking who gets in from the submissions, it is Not first come first serve. If your OC doesn't make it in, I'm very sorry!

SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED! Check back here soon to see the roster!!!

#oc poll #oc tournament #tournament #poll #oc #original character

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 8 months

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tuesday again 1/30/2024

a good 60% of my brain is screaming in unemployment terror at all times so these will be somewhat abbreviated until that situation resolves itself

listening

sleeping on the ceiling by friday pilots club. this is a song by a five-piece alt-rock band from chicago that could EASILY open for mid-aughts fall out boy. i would like to think it is from the point of view of a freshly-turned vampire. listen this slot isn't about the best song i heard this week it's about the one that got stuck in my head the most

Hey, I swear I'm okay Honey, I been sleepin' on the ceiling all day Yes way, like hey I swear I feel great Looky, looky, love the feeling of being okay Yes way

spotify.

youtube

reading

Lara Croft: Tomb Raider and the Amulet of Power by Mike Resnick. it was in a dollar book bin and i got it as a joke gift for a friend. mike resnick is a remarkably prolific writer who's done a lot of tie-ins. i don't have anything particularly notable to say about his star wars books but they are a sort of minimum viable product? they feel star warsy and don't annoy me on every page.

this book was published in 2003 and treats the people of the Nile delta and their beliefs with all the delicacy you might expect from a 2003 video game tie in novel. i do think the twist is being telegraphed way too hard. perhaps i should say instead of sending a telegram mr resnick has simply set the telegraph office ablaze as a signal fire. the titular triangle-pointed woman herself ms croft is VERY insistent she's just as good as the boys. this is pretty on par for my experience of 2003 empowering womens' feminism AND my experience in a male-dominated field so i can't really ding it too hard? aside from the racism, in the notably racism-free fields of archaeology and video games and archaeology video games, this book is aging a little strangely overall. i do not know if i will finish it before i mail it out to my friend, but despite its sins it is a very fast read.

watching

watched the four dungeon meshi episodes. it's cute! ProzD was an unexpected delight! it made me want to make something fancy for dinner but alas i still have to go food shopping!

some posts on my dash were talking about how the episode with the mollusks inside the living armor really got them hooked and i have to agree. i also saw the full potential of the show's speculative biology unspooling before me. i don't know if i currently have the brainwidth for the manga but it is going on my reading list for after i finish berserk. which is kind of like saying i'm going to watch chopped after i finish up hannibal

playing

forgot i had an original gen switch, given to me through a complex series in a complex series of friend barters back in uhhhh late '21? early '22? i got through 3/4 of the divine beasts the first time around and then could not crack the camel. it was well past time to create a new switch profile so i could start a new game without losing the old one.

omg twinnsssssssss

i did forget how goddamn big the map is. i have just now unlocked the camera and the memory quests, i have not really. done much more than basic tutorial and beginning of game stuff.

making

anxiously junebugging between a whole bunch of shit. finally figured out the correct charger/extension cord setup for my bedroom. replaced all the fluorescent lightbulbs and took them to be recycled. fixed the hall door enough so it latches closed and an irritated cat can't claw it open. tidied up the balcony and patio and repotted the surviving houseplants.

in textile news, started this cross stitch. this is a Bless This Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy Star Wars themed sampler, i have made two as gifts and had to throw out a mostly-completed one i made for me bc of the moths. but i now know exactly where this will go in this apartment and i already have the frame and i bought all the floss pre-being fired, so might as well? the real bitch of the situation here is backstitching the buildings. it's so start and stop. it's so much tan. i talked about this on the weekly siblingchat facetime and now my brother has requested one lmao. that's his christmas gift settled. i suppose.

i had somehow forgotten how loadbearing textile crimes are for me. i haven't done much of anything since the moth debacle, and that was almost two years ago. last night i found some suspicious holes in a camisole and i'm really really hoping it's just cat claws and not moths or carpet beetles or any other fun things that eat clothes.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #feeling unsettled. feeling petulant.

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annesstardustchords · 1 year

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The Devil’s Calling - Matt Murdock

CW: masturbation (f+m), phone sex, sort of established relationship, mentions of p in v and oral (f+m), dom Matt, pet names, edging

18+ MINORS DNI

my first official tumblr smut :) feels like a good upgrade from wattpad, especially writing about Matt considering the CHOKEHOLD he’s had me in recently.

DMs are always open for requests, so don’t hesitate to reach out!!

enjoy

It’d been two weeks of torture.

You’ve been at a cottage in the middle of nowhere for two weeks with just your family - including aunts and uncles - and you just couldn’t take it anymore. Yes, you love your family, but you’ve been living on your own for a year in the big city now, working for Nelson and Murdock. You’ve even got yourself a nice little apartment. You’ve tasted that freedom, so you didn’t love being treated like a child again. You also missed your friends, missed your apartment, and you especially missed your boyfriend, Matt.

You hated everything about this stupid little “vacation.”

Being away from Matt was hard... The two of you hadn’t gone more than 2 days without sex in the 4 months you’d been together, so a whole week without him was… not easy.

Being lonely, missing matt- those are an understatement; irrevocably horny and desperate is probably a better way to explain it. Your family is constantly around so you haven’t even been able to take care of the growing pain in your lower belly on your own, and it’s eating away at you… and anyways, your hands don’t feel as good as Matts hands, mouth or dick.

You gulp then, remembering the feeling of him filling you up, his thumb on your clit as he fucked you hard. his little smirk when he heard your breathing intensify, and your heart skip a couple beats. the way he could merely listen and know when you were about to fall over the edge.

As you think about him -Matt- his big, strong hands holding your hips in place as he peppers kisses down your stomach all the way to your panties, you find your fingertips mimicking his mouth - slowly trailing a line down the soft skin of your tummy, almost insatiable as your touch reaches the hem of your panties. You slide a hand under the band, delicately feathering over your clit and down to your hole, and back up again. You take a shaky breath, trying to stay quiet once you begin rubbing small, light circles on your clit.

Your other hand comes up to your chest, giving a small pinch to your nipple as your circles grow harsher on your throbbing bud.

Your phone rings then, loudly disrupting your blissful state. It’s nearly three am, there’s no reason anyone should be calling, but you roll over anyways, thoroughly pissed off as you rid your body of pleasure and pick up the phone.

“Hello?” you question, impatience evident in your tone as you let out a deep sigh.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Matt’s voice rings from the other line, low and raspy as per usual.

“Oh, hi Matty. Sorry, you caught me off guard,” you chuckle, laying back down and placing the phone on your chest once you’ve hit the speaker button.

“Sorry, love. didn’t mean to scare you. What’re you doing up so late? I didn’t think you’d pick up,” he laughs- the vibration of his laugh radiating from the speaker on your phone going straight to your cunt.

“Oh… uhm- just couldn’t sleep,” you lie, pressing your thighs together to relieve some pressure, “what’re you doing up so late?”

“You know- uh-“

“Matt, I swear to god, did you put on the suit again?” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I- uh-“ he stutters.

“Matt, you’re supposed to be resting. you took some pretty serious hits the other night.. and your hearing,” you blurt, taking a breath to calm yourself down, “you have to be careful, please, Matt. I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be. You know i’m fully capable of taking care myself,” he assures you, a smile almost audible through the phone.

“I know, Matty… I just-“

“I’m sorry, baby. I won’t go out again until your home- Until I have you to stitch me up again.”

“You and I both know that’s not true,” you laugh, running a hand through your hair.

“Mhm, definitely not true. You wanna know what else isn’t true, though?” he asks almost playfully.

“What?” you smile.

“You telling me you couldn’t sleep,” he murmurs, voice lower than before.

“I- what?” you stammer.

“I can hear your heart, darling. Either you just went on a jog at 3am in the middle of nowhere, or your pretty little fingers were in between your thighs.”

Your heart caught in your through then, silently cursing yourself forgetting just how good his hearing was.

“I…” you start to say.

“Uh-uh,” he tsks, “don’t let me stop you now, darling. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Matty, I-“ you start, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

“I want you to touch yourself,” he demands, resulting in an even bigger pool of wetness dripping onto the lace of your underwear, “and by the sound of it, you want that too.”

“No, I want you, matt. it’s been too long, and my family’s around and i just… need you… I don’t want my fingers, I want yours” you blurt, coming off more desperate than intended.

“Then let me help you, princess,” he breaths, “come one now, start with your chest.”

And so you did, gently caressing the apex where the harshness of your collarbones and the smooth flesh of your breasts met, letting your head lull to the side.

“Good, darling. Now, slowly make your way down to you panties. Not too fast, I’ll know if your touching yourself, and I’m not letting you do that just yet,” he says, slight shuffling going on in the background of the call.

“Wish it were you touching me,” you whine, careful passing over your belly button.

“Mh, me too,” he groans, “soon, my love. You reached your panties yet?”

“Mhm,” you smile.

“Good. Touch yourself on top of the fabric.”

“Im wearing the ones you like… the lace ones,” you tell him as featherlight touches pass by the dull ache at he top of your cunt.

“Always loved how they felt against your skin,” he mutters, “the lace in contrast to how soft you are… its perfect.”

“Fuck, Matt, please,” you sigh, the delicate touches no longer suffusing.

“What do you want, doll?” he chuckles.

“Want to touch myself,” you whine, begging for him to allow you too.

“Okay, baby. Take your panties off, hm?” he requests, urge and desire dripping from his tone.

You do as he requests, placing the phone on your tummy so he can hear the lace slipping down your thighs. That seems to do the trick, earning a small grunt from Matt.

“Mh- Start on your clit, darling- real slow for me, yeah?” he breaths, each breath he takes becoming more exasperated.

You gasp a little when the cool touch of your fingertips met your heat, rubbing dreadfully slow circles into your already sensitive nub from what you’d been doing before Matt called.

“Good girl,” Matt groans, obviously joining in on the fun, “a little faster now, princess.”

You listen again, speeding up your find here and tracing up your body to grab at your nipple.

“Hands off your chest,” he grumbles, more angsty than you’d expected him to be.

“No,” you whine, followed by a string of moans and whines.

“Now, Y/N. Hands off or I’m not gonna let you cum tonight.”

Your hand immediately left your chest, returning to the mattress as you squeeze at the fabric below it.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, “such a good little slut for me, hm?”

“Matty,” you whimper, circling faster.

“Use your words, sweetness. What do you want?” he teases.

“Want you to touch yourself with me,” you groan, “Want to hear you.”

“Not yet, doll,” he sighs, his self control hitting a low.

“Fuck,” you moan, “I’m so close.”

“Hands off,” he grumbles.

“But-”

“Now, y/n,” he demands, and you know better than to defy him, so you reluctantly stop your movements.

“Good,” he lets out a low laugh, “Now, I’ll let you cum if you do something for me.”

“Yes, yes, anything,” you promise, sexual frustration hitting its peak.

“Beg,” he growls.

“What?”

“Beg for it,” he says again, the sound of a zipper being undone making its way to your ears.

“Please, Matty,” you whine, “Please let me touch myself. I want to cum. Please let me cum- need to.”

“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he moans, “Fuuuuck.”

“Are you touching yourself, Matty?” you ask excitedly.

“Yes, baby- but I won’t last long. Touch yourself again for me, hm?” he whispers, barely audible beneath the pants he lets out.

You do as he says, returning your hand to your cunt and rubbing harsh, fast circles out of pure desperation.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Love it when your heart beats like that- can tell you’re so close for me.”

“Fuck,” you moan, your other hand sliding inside yourself with two fingers, “I’m so wet, Matty. All for you.”

“That’s it, baby,” he whimpers, “Come on now, cum for me.”

You let yourself go, fast circles on your clit matching the slick, wet sounds of Matt’s actions on the other side of the phone.

“Matty, mmph, gonna-” you’re cut off by your orgasm crashing down over you for the first time in two weeks. The relief of it all being nearly too much to bear as your legs close around your hands.

“Fuuuck,” Matt drawls out as he finishes.

“That was-” you pant, “Perfect.

“Not as perfect as it will be once you’re home,” he breathlessly laughs.

“I think I’m going to fly home a couple days early,” you giggle, pulling up your panties.

“I think that’s a great idea,” he agrees, “Now get some sleep, baby. I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you, Matt.”

“I love you, too, darling.”

#matt murdock #smut #marvel #daredevil #mastur #mattmurdocksmut #matt murdock smut

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mara-and-its-the-same · 2 years

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11? 11.

Robin Buckley being a gay disaster! But it all works out. Teeniest, tiniest bit of Steddie being her wingman because I just can't help myself. WC: 1.5k, let me know if a part 2 is in order, I'm more than happy to oblige. CWs: Tiniest implication of homophobia, brief swearing, short mention of bathing in the blood of virgins

After four years, eight plays, three soccer championships, and countless band practices; Robin was finally graduating.

She crossed the stage fairly early, with her head held high and to the cheers of her band friends, soccer friends, friends that saw her through a Russian bunker, and of course her parents. As well as the soft, stifled grin and slow clap of the one girl she could not say one nice word to all four years. Robin smiled back and looked to the floor on the way to her chair.

She let her parents congratulate her and Eddie then sent them on their way, saying Steve offered to drive her back to her party, he hadn’t, but he would anyway. They were both talking, Steve telling her how happy he is that she’s getting out of Hawkins, making her way in the world one PoliSci degree at a time. Eddie came up to tell her the same, also to give all the French girls his number on her semester abroad.

That was until she felt another weight on top of her head. She spun around and had to tilt her head down because of the high heels her mom forced her to wear, which only made both the caps fall off. The other girl caught both of them. “Y/n l/n,” she said it like she was in an old western, coming face to face with her nemesis; at least that’s what Steve and Eddie thought. The rocker whispering to the other that he could almost hear the Ennio Morricone themes rolling now.

“Robin Buckley, I believe this is yours,” she handed the cap back.

“Thank you, you insatiable witch.” Steve was a little taken aback, having never heard Robin talk to someone like that, but the other girl never even flinched.

“I’d much prefer that to being a horrid wench such as yourself.” Eddie was just watching, tagging along for the ride, having seen these interactions for the last 4 years.

“Well, at least I do more with my days then curse people and bathe in the blood of virgins.”

“But I still spare you , couldn’t have your thespian geekiness tainting my bath.” Eddie had to hold Steve, who did not know the definition of the word ‘thespian,’ back from giving this girl a piece of his mind; though Eddie did whisper its actual meaning. “Your friends might not be so lucky. At least they’re not lame and play the stupid trumpet like you,” as their jabs got weaker, so did their voices.

“At least I have friends.”

“I have friends.”

“Not ones you like.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“It has to be somebody’s.”

“Fuck you, Buckley.”

“Well, I’d like you to.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped. No one expected her to say that. Even herself. At least the auditorium was loud enough that no one else heard.

Steve and Eddie took that as their cue to leave.

“Ummm…”

“I should not- I should not have said that. I-um, I’m gonna go-“ she turned to follow Steve and Eddie.

“Wait.” The other girl caught her arm. “Um- I-uh, I’d like to.” She scrunched her face and shook her head. “I mean I-I-I would but, uh, I’d like to take you out.”

“Take me out? You’re a sniper or something now?”

“Can you listen to me? I’m trying to do what I’ve been trying to do since 9th grade.”

“But I’ve wanted to do it since 8th. First come first serve. You should let me do it.”

“No, I already started, don’t interrupt now.”

“Go ahead then.”

“Robin Buckley.”

“Y/n L/n.”

“Will you come see a movie and have dinner with me? Or we can do something else. I know you don’t like loud places. I know this restaurant, very low key, quiet if we go at the right time. Or we could just have a picnic or something?” She was clutching her cap to her chest and Robin was twisting the tassel around in her hands to keep herself from tucking that one piece of hair out of her face.

“You hate the grass, it makes you itchy.”

“I’ll bring a blanket.” They were both talking so softly. Very breathy, stepping closer pretending it was because of the loud gym.

“Bugs,” Robin couldn’t say she entirely believed it was really happening. The biggest crush she’d never told anyone about. Not even Steve, and mostly because she refused to admit it to herself. Probably because it was real and tangible and she was right there that Robin couldn’t believe it could be true.

“I’ll manage,” she’d manage anything for Robin. 4 years of pining, longing, yearning . And hiding it from everyone under the guise of spiteful banter. Now it’s right here, right in front of her. She’ll manage.

“Tomorrow then?” Robin asked.

“Yes. Yeah, absolutely. I’ll bring some stuff, you bring some stuff and I’ll pick you up at 11?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok!” She said a little (a lot) giddy.

“Ok,” Robin said it just the same. “I um, I have to go see my friends but um, yeah tomorrow, 11. I’ll see you then.”

“Bye,” She said it so girl, not girly, just girl. The pitch making it sound like it was three syllables that went up and came back down like a wave pushing to the shore.

“Bye,” Robin didn’t think she said it as pretty as she did. All breathy and light. She thought it was pretty though. She’d hear Robin say ‘bye’ all the time if it meant she got to keep saying hello and hearing that voice.

Robin walked, then skipped and hopped, just a little, back to Steve and Eddie.

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“ God, finally, man. For years I’ve been watching those two dance around each other. Exhausting,” Eddie shoved his cap into Steve’s arms and wiped under his bangs with the back of his hand.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh you didn’t see the two painfully awkward lesbian mating dance they’ve been doing since they were freshmen? Look at them.” Steve turned his head to see Robin fidgeting with the tassel and the other girl, that he’s just now learning about, gripping her cap like a life raft. “You didn’t notice Robin, the absolute worst artist I’ve ever met, can’t even draw a stick figure, take art for four years, eight semesters in a row, just for her. And you didn’t notice someone else paint every set piece, though she claims musicals are ‘the lowest art form?’ Hmm?”

“Obviously not, Munson, I graduated. But why is this the first I’m hearing about her?”

“Hmm, oblivious much? But my guess is, my astute, professional, love-doctor, hypothesis, is that this was such an important thing to Robin that she didn’t want any outside opinions and it was just too real to mess up.” If Max were here, she’d tell him he’s projecting his own emotions onto a secondary situation. Especially with the way he was looking at Steve, not that he’d know since he was focused on watching Robin, and around Robin; giving her space and making sure no one tried anything with her. “Honestly though, I don’t think she knew herself. Don’t take it too hard, Harrington. Maybe you’ll be more observant the next time someone is so obviously in love. You’ll have a million chances, big boy.” Eddie took the cap back, plopped it on Steve’s head, slung his arm over his shoulders, and planted a fat smacking kiss to his cheek, while they watched Robin walk back over with the biggest, dopiest grin on her face.

“So you finally did it?” Eddie asked her.

“Yeeep, well, she did. Um, we’re having a picnic tomorrow.”

“Do you need me to drive you?”

“No, uh she’s gonna pick me up.”

“Oh, a real gentleman,” Eddie teased and turned them all to the door.

Once they were in the parking lot, they saw y/n across the way. She had taken the gown off which left her in what Robin decided was the most gorgeous dress ever. It was a simple sundress really, perfect for the June heat, covered in flowers, but Robin loved it all the same. Robin caught her eye and she waved with the biggest smile. She said something to her friends then ran over to Robin as fast as she could in her missguided heels. “I couldn’t wait to call you later.”

Steve and Eddie stood on either side of them, blocking them from everyone else’s views so she could take Robin's face in her hands. She didn’t kiss her yet, she was going to wait for that. Just held her, looked at her, thanked whatever god made Robin’s mouth faster than her brain that made all this work out. “11.”

“11.”

I'm doing this to quell my sapphic little heart that's too big for my own good, my last relationship (if you can even call it that) went utterly horribly, like so bad (cus she's straight and I don't like being a guinea pig [not that experimenting is a bad thing, just like, let the person know first y'know?]) Anyway, maybe this will manifest a pretty girl into my heart, because as of now I just keep giving her (the fattest crush I've ever had) random things, like a crow or something.....I'm hopeless

#robin buckley #stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fanfiction #dell's fics #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley blurb #stranger things one shot #eddie munson is alive #protective steve harrington #Lesbians #sapphic

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polyamorouspunk · 5 months

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Omg fav metal bands???

(I’m trying to get into metal, so plzzz give me good recommendations!)

I’m assuming you like pop music since you mentioned Beyonce before, and are okay with NSFW topics based on your blog, which is what I’m going to be working with. There’s a lot that goes into metal music, but I think the main thing that everyone thinks of when they imagine metal music is the vocals, which is why I’m going to be splitting up songs by color based on color to dictate fully/mostly clean vocals, 50/50ish vocals, and heavy vocals. All of these songs still have elements of what makes them metal in the instrumentals though. Not only that, but I’ll be focusing mainly on metalcore, as it’s one of the more accessible and popular metal genres, especially on tumblr and people in my demographic (gender, sexuality, age range, country, etc.)

What Scene Queen might lack in lyrical prose she makes up for in topic. I swear every song is either about lesbian sex or misogyny. Come get you some girl metal to go with your girl dinner and girl math.

Pink Panther

Pink Rover

18+

Pink Push-up Bra

Electic Callboy, originally known by a different name, rose to popularity after the introduction of their new clean vocalist Nico and dropping some songs with really fun and quirky videos over the past few years.

Hypa Hypa

We Got The Moves

Pump It

Every Time We Touch (TEKNO Version)

Bring Me The Horizon was a staple in every emo kid’s playlist. If any band in the genre has not only stood the test of time but come out better than ever, it’s Bring Me. While they went through an experimental phase a few years ago that wasn’t really a lot of fan’s things, including mine, I think taking what was going on in that era and mixing it with their older sounds have produced an updated version of the band’s music that is reflective of the times, and honestly the best stuff they’ve ever put out.

LosT

Ludens

Kool-Aid

AmEN!

Dance Gavin Dance has literally been a meme for years due to their alarming history of kicking shitty vocalists out of their bands only to let them back in only to kick them out again… the only era of DGD I listened to was the Tillian era, which has come to an end officially this time. While DGD isn’t going to be for everyone not just because of their strangish music but also because there’s debate about separating the art (the weird music) from the artist (the numerous shitty vocalists) at one point they were my favorite band, and I still stand by them musically, and at least they have kicked out their shitty band members, unlike a lot of other bands in the scene.

Summertime Gladness

Blood Wolf

Young Robot

Death of the Robot with Human Hair

Feels Bad Man

Something New

Pop Off!

It is impossible to capture DGD’s vibe in only 4 songs

#I’m sorry this took so long to answer I really wanted to spend a good amount of time on this #music recs #music reccomendations #metalcore #punk gets mail

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stupidtowrite · 2 months

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We are Women's on Fire (1) - I want know what love is

Ingrid always turned into a teenager when it came to romance, and the Women's on Fire guitarist finds herself head over heels with music store saleswoman Mapi leon.

1, 2, 3, 4 — Ingrid shouted before playing her guitar in her garage. A completely teenage scenario when it doesn't mention the fact that:

1. The house belongs to Ingrid herself, meaning no parents can get in the way of rehearsals, but also no snacks to be offered.

2. She works full-time in marketing for a company, is a photographer in her spare time and also has a cover band that plays at bars on the weekends.

3. She's really good at playing the guitar, that's what she always says.

Right after the song ends, Ingrid places the guitar on its stand and drinks a glass of water that was on the old coffee table that was greased in that garage.

— Can we play One Way or Another later? — Asked the Norwegian, tying her hair after putting the glass of water back on the table.

— We rehearsed this one 3 times today, isn't that good enough? — Asked Frido jokingly. — I swear if I sing any more I won't have the voice for anything else next week.

— I think we can stop for today, huh? — Asked Patri, the drummer.

— Okay, you won, so what are you doing tonight? — Asked Ingrid while tuning her guitar.

The friends' band was called Women's on Fire, in Ingrid and Aitana's minds it was a reference to the band The Runaways, which they both listened to a lot when they met, where It all started in college. At first, they would just meet up in each other's dorms, Ingrid with her guitar and Aitana with the bass. Ingrid would sometimes play a little, but even though she had a very beautiful voice, she didn't dare to sing in public. It was the search for a vocalist that led them both to Frido, who was studying art history at the time.

Later, they met Patri, who became their drummer, and sometimes his girlfriend, Pina, would participate in rehearsals and shows using a keyboard or a synthesizer when bands that used that sound played.

All five women were together in that garage, they all left work and went straight to rehearsal, stopping only for a sandwich in between.

Now, at five o'clock, we were sitting on the couches that Ingrid had spread around the garage. She didn't have a car at the moment, so the garage served as a storage area for her stuff and a rehearsal space.

— What's our schedule like, Aitana? — The vocalist asked.

— We're free tonight. Next Friday, we have a show at Sex O'Bomb, next Saturday, we also have a show at Shine, and Sunday, we have nothing.

— Shall we go out for drinks today? Who's with me? — Frido picked up the glass of water from the table and all the girls got up soon after.

After her friends left, Ingrid took the opportunity to practice the arrangement of Paramore's The Only Exception on her guitar.

Ingrid was a very musical person. She learned to play the guitar at the age of 8, then switched to the bass, and perfected her guitar playing. Despite her talent, she never had any interest in pursuing a career in music, but rehearsing and playing with her band is what really keeps her going.

While she was tiring herself out with the chorus, leaning against one of the sofas in her garage, the thinnest string on her guitar broke.

— Shit — She whispered to herself.

Ingrid left the guitar on the sofa and went to the built-in closet in the garage to look for new strings to replace the ones on her guitar. However, despite having opened all the drawers and doors of the closet, the most she found was an empty package.

The clock on her cell phone read 4:50 p.m., Ingrid she wasn't sure what time the music store near her house closed, but she grabbed the package she found in the cupboard and went for a quick walk to the music store on the next avenue.

The Norwegian took 5 minutes less than the time it usually took to get to the establishment, put her forehead to the window and saw a girl she had never seen before at the store's counter. She had lived in that basement for 2 years, and had been going to the same store ever since, and it was always the same short, awkward clerk who helped her when she needed to buy some equipment.

However, when she adjusted her face a little more in the window, she realized that the person behind the counter was a girl with wavy brown hair and some tattoos on her arms.

Ingrid snapped out of her thoughts when she saw the woman put her backpack on her back and close the cash register. She quickly straightened up and walked through the front door, accidentally bumping her forehead with the clerk.

— Ouch. — The two shouted in unison. Ingrid opened her eyes first and noticed the woman in front of her massaging her forehead with her hand.

— Sorry, did I hurt you? — the Norwegian asked.

— It's okay, I just wasn't looking where I was going. — The girl replied, who had already taken her hand off her forehead and opened her eyes to look at Ingrid.

She had the most beautiful eyes Ingrid had ever seen in her life.

— Do you need anything? I was just about to close the store. — The unknown woman took Ingrid out of her thoughts.

— Oh yes, sorry about that. — Ingrid took the crumpled plastic from her pocket and handed it to the brown-eyed woman. — I need these steel strings for my guitar, I'm out of stock.

The brown-haired woman took the package and examined it closely. — I'll check if they have any for you. — She walked towards the wall next to the counter. Ingrid followed her.

— How many packages can that be?

— Five.

— You're going to finish my stock like this. — The woman said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

— Well, I wasn't going to keep you stuck at work because of a small purchase. — Said the Norwegian woman, trying to be a little adventurous.

— It came to 70 euros in total.

— Sorry, that was way below what I expected. — The Norwegian woman smiled, trying to make the woman laugh, who smiled back.

Ingrid said goodbye to the woman, who was closing the store's cash register, but before she could put her hand on the door handle, Ingrid ran back as if she had forgotten something extremely important.

— Sorry, what's your name? — Ingrid approached, breaking the woman's concentration.

— You can call me Mapi. — She replied smiling.

— Hello Mapi, I'm Ingrid. — The Norwegian said, extending her hand.

— Hello Ingrid. — Mapi greeted her.

Right after leaving the store, Ingrid was in ecstasy, as if she were a teenager experiencing the first love of her life. Well, part of that wouldn't be a lie, Ingrid has total 0 experience with relationships, so she always acts like a teenager when she sees one.

#woso #ingrid engen #mapi león #ingrid engen x mapi leon

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