#rip long hair Ted

[ricky-mortis]

Have some Ted doodles- as a treat.

#was counting up all the times I’ve drawn my little guys and Ted is now at around 71 #highest of the hatchetfield characters for sure #he’s just fun to draw #I get it Tinky #I understand your obsession #did these while listening to exam review #rip long hair Ted #never gonna stop thinking of you #yall ive got so many WIPs it’s crazy #after exams are over I’m not going to stop drawing #anyways how’re you #hope you’re doing well #all good things i hope #I don’t feel like going and grabbing my fact book so today you get one off the top of my head #fun fact: contrary to popular belief- tomatoes are not fruits; they are a category of vegetable called fruit vegetable #there is a heart scene in Stardew Valley with Demetrius and Robin in which Demetrius asks you if a tomato is a fruit or vegetable and #if you say vegetable he gets all huffy #this frustrates me because he says ‘oh you are a farmer you should know’ and DUDE I DO KNOW #ITS YOU WHO DOESNT KNOW #Anyways yeah #this has been the fun fact corner ft. me ranting about tomatoes #ted spankoffski #tinky npmd #tinky #tnoy karaxis #theodore spankoffski #tgwdlm #hatchetfield #Starkid #Joey richter

[yourlocalabomination]

Saw this while in the middle to drawing Ted with a ponytail-

#abomy talks #WE LOST ONE TODAY BOYS 😭 #an angel just lost his wings #I REFUSE TO DRAW TED WITH SHORT HAIR #I have and will continue to spread long haired Ted propaganda this is just a minor setback #rip long haired Ted you will continue to live in my heart and soul #posts to be deleted #joey richter #ted spankoffski #starkid

[fencecollapsed]

once again thinking about Hey Melissa because this story lives in my brain like a little worm that wants to slowly kill me. anyway I've thought of exactly what changes I think would've made the story work better in my opinion so uhh here's my Hey Melissa script doctor I guess djskfjdsk

cut Paul's dog story. I get what the intention was, it's meant to be a full-circle thing at the end, but I just don't think it works the way it was meant to. it muddies the story too much and makes Melissa's motivation more complicated than it needs to be. if in every timeline she's trying to kidnap Paul to keep him as a dog (and she hates and kills dogs), why is this framed as her breaking point? why does she like him at all? and why does him just meowing convince her? cut all that, simplify it. Paul's a cat from the start. give her little club a bit of a clearer and simpler base logic: men they hate are kept as dogs, men they like are kept as cats. Melissa's been wanting a cat for so long, and she's had her eyes on Paul, and she's finally got him where she wants him.

Paul still denies that he's as good of a person as Melissa thinks he is, but instead of telling the dog story, have him just. lose his temper and be kind of a dick to her. he wanted to let her down easy, but she just keeps pushing. goddammit Melissa, he'd like you more if you'd drop this. he's made it clear he's not interested. she's not his type, he doesn't like the things she does. they're not compatible. and he's dating Emma right now anyway. can she please just let this go and stop pestering him so they can at least stay friends? Melissa's clearly upset, barely holding back tears, but says she understands. Paul now feels guilty, asks if there's anything he can do. Melissa asks him to feed her dog. the dog is Ted, and Melissa knocks Paul out. Paul wakes in the cage, afraid he's going to be defingered like Ted, but Melissa assures him no, she would never declaw a cat. Ted's a dog, see, he's a nasty, filthy dog pretending to be a man, he needed to be taken off the streets to keep everyone else safe. but Paul? Paul's a sweet kitty who's just confused and thinks he's a man, thinks he knows what he wants, thinks he's happy. thinks he doesn't like her back. he broke her heart, but that's okay, he's just a feral cat who doesn't understand that he's safe with her. he bit and scratched her because he doesn't know what love really is. he just needs to be trained and socialized. in time he'll understand that all Melissa wants is to love him, and he'll come to love her, too.

add like. one scene or moment to ground the tone and force the viewer to sit in how horrific this would actually be. one mention of Ted's wounds being infected, or the guys being cold and malnourished. just like, a single line, or a brief exchange between Ted and Paul would be enough. keep it light and absurd the whole rest of the time, but one moment that takes the situation more seriously would add a lot, I think.

have Emma bitch Melissa out after their exchange. do not have her just walk away crying, let her get MAD. let her rip into this freak who's boasting about having stolen her guy. who does Melissa think she is?? someone who deserves a cup of milk to the face, Emma thinks. it's full of spit, by the way. fuck you. and fuck Paul. you assholes deserve each other. and Emma starts crying then, at the end if her rant, and realizes she's. a lot more hurt than mad, actually. more hurt than she'd expect to be about Paul. fuck, she'd thought there was something special about him. but he's just another asshole. and then she storms out crying.

foreshadow Paul's decision to stay with Melissa. one moment of him starting to kind of like being here. she's scratching his chin, or petting his hair or something, and he's enjoying it a little. has to snap himself out of it, like he forgot for a moment that this is a waking nightmare. would give the ending more of an ambiguous terror, that maybe it's not just the bump on his head, and there was something in him that was being won over, because we saw it.

at the end Paul apologizes to Melissa for breaking her heart, thanks her for being patient with him. he always wanted to be a good man, but he never believed he was. but Melissa believed he was a good cat, and now he is. she made him what he could never be on his own. and to make up for hurting her, he'll be hers until he dies.

#yes this is pointless yes the story's not even official canon but listen #i am having FUN #i am PLAYING #this is how i enjoy myself god bless #hatchetfield #starkid #hey melissa #paul matthews #melissa hatchetfield #ted spankoffski #emma perkins #abuse #dehumanization #ask to tag #cj says stuff

[ravi-deactivated]

𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨

featuring: zack foster

synopsis: zack being overwhelmed by his needs and instinct, fucking himself soft and stupid with you until he's whining like a puppy (thanks for coming to my ted talk)

18+ content - MDNI

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zack often seems more animalistic than human when he craves you, driven by primal instinct and hunger when he grabs you, can't help but pull you against him, cause your looks alone make him weak in the knees, your scent a sweetness that lures him in.

as if you are the predator instead of him, armed with soft skin and hypnotising eyes, a lamb feigning pure innocence, softness and warmth hiding the fact hat you love to be ripped to shreds by his glistening fangs.

and he thinks that in a twisted way, you might be the hunter and him the prey, with the way he feels so on edge when he's close to you, wide awake and focused, body pulsating with arousal and need, pulse accelerating beneath his scarred skin when he presses himself against your back, his lips on your neck and his nose buried in your hair, inhaling your scent like an aphrodisiac as he wraps one arm around your neck, starts roaming your body with the other.

desperate lust drips in form of deep growls and helpless curses from his lips and the sounds alone have you arching, slowly writhing in his grip, leaning your head back to be even closer to him.

his body is burning against yours, skin heated with adrenaline and hunger, overheating like a system running too many tasks.

and he feels like he's burning from the inside out, overrun and overwhelmed by your smell and your little whines, the slick sounds of your wet little hole as he ruthlessly thrusts his fingers into you.

"shit, look at that. 's almost pathetic how wet you get by my fingers alone. sweet little cunt wants me so bad, doesn't she?"

his growls mix with your sweet, begging whines of his name, his rough way of grabbing and holding you a stark contrast to the soft, loving way you push against him.

he's so desperate for you and it shows, breath heavy and overwhelmed when his fingers graze your bare skin, always leaving him speechless because you give yourself to him so willingly, leaning into him, offering your heart and your pulsating blood to his ruthless teeth and fingers, spreading your legs to offer your leaking sweetness to him, only to him.

he gets helpless when he sinks into you, high on your wetness and your warmth around his cock, the way your slicked walls cling to him when he pulls back and thrusts back into you.

he's above you, inside you, everywhere at once, lips and teeth like a deadly breeze on your skin.

scarred and long fingers dig into your soft flesh, hold you down, hold you where he wants you, beneath him where you belong and you hold onto the pillows, try to bear how he fills you again and again, so much, so deep, so fast that you quickly hear the way his body meets yours, feel the sheets beneath you soak in your arousal.

zack's ruthless and desperate in all of his movements, holding and grabbing you so hard that you can see his muscles flexing beneath the burned skin of his arms, almost frustrated growls roaring like thunder from his chest.

he's trembling, gasping for air while his eyes roam your body, hands following his gaze, grazing your figure, trying to find a hold by grabbing your tits, your hips or the plush skin of your ass as he's pounding you into the mattress, thinks to go insane with your moans, sweet mantras of his name and pleas for more.

and he groans and growls with a trembling voice, so pussy-drunk that he barely knows what he's saying, mixed words of degradatiom and praise escaping his lips.

"so fucking good for me, baby, taking me so deep."

"you cling so much to me, how much of a slut are you, huh? love to be stuffed like the bitch you are, don't ya?"

„don't think i don't feel how much you clench around me. better keep doing that if you want my cum that bad.“

his words are enough to drive you to insanity, igniting fires in you until you can not take it anymore, ripping you to pieces when he rubs your clit in messy circles, forcing you to come until the muscles of his lower body are drenched with your wetness.

you're so warm and wet for him, clenching around him even harder in the aftermath of your high and he's a mess when he comes, face twisting in despair and helplessness, brows furrowed and lips parted in high, loud whines, his hands holding you in place as he fills you, deeper, deeper, deeper, as deep as possible while his insides flicker and collapse beneath his orgasm.

he's shaking and trembling, big, bad wolf reduced to a puppy, deep and throaty growls turning into breathy and needy whines and when he's really out of it, with spinning stars and galaxies in his head and not a single mental hold onto reality, he allows a few, breathy i-love-you's to slip out, desperate little confessions of how you are so perfect for him, so pretty and so, so good.

zack is more monster than human at times, but as soon as you're both reduced to trembling, drained messes, he'll melt onto your body, soft and warm and heavily breathing, still twitching and whimpering with the last little shocks of ecstasy rushing through him.

#angels of death #isaac foster x reader #zack foster x reader #smut #zack foster

[rabbitsrams]

time to change ur lives: virgin/inexperienced afab! reader x experienced lunch club! ted :)))

nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.

i def feel like ted is more experienced considering he did have a gf at the time (and probably had a good amount of partners let’s be real)

so when you meet him at some frat party one night you just know you have to get to know him. this tall, sexy, charismatic man completely captured your attention. and you captured his.

ditched his friends to go and talk to you. you were really shy and not a fan of how loud it was so he took you into one of the frat’s bedrooms so you could talk.

but talking wasn’t all that took place in that room. he kept moving closer to you as you talked, moving a piece of stray hair away from your face, caressing your cheek before you thought, fuck it, and jumped on him.

this wasn't your first time kissing someone, but it was your first time getting kissed by someone actually good at it. and oh my god. it's like heaven.

he's tugging at your shirt, reaching underneath to grab at your breasts until you stop him. "wait, i'm... i'm a..."

"a virgin?" you nod. "oh."

"i'm not ready to lose it, not tonight."

so he gives you his number and you agree to start... meeting up😉

him showing you and telling you how to do basically everything since you basically had no clue how to do it.

“just wrap your hand around it, yeah there we go.”

“now what?”

“move it up and down, fuck, just like that.” (bonus points cuz he places his hand over yours to guide you‼️)

you're really nervous to go down on him but he's guiding you the whole time, a hand on the back of your head, slowly pushing you down as you get used to him.

he's coming down your throat almost instantly, because it's your mouth, your pretty lips are wrapped around his cock. plus when you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours? he's done for.

he just loves going down on you. lowkey ted seems like the king of pussy eating

his tongue just works absolute magic on you, licking at your folds and sucking on your clit, omg. he knows all the right moves and stuff to make you come all over his tongue.

also loves fingering you as he eats you out. this man has the sexiest hands EVER oh my god. and because they're so long they hit your g-spot in just the right way. screaming with the s!!

he absolutely loves your moans, you sound so pretty when he's making you feel this good <3 also goes FERAL when you call him teddy btw.

and when you are ready to go all the way, it's kind of out of nowhere. you text him on some random saturday afternoon straight up telling him: "i'm ready."

he's immediately getting hard, telling you to come to his apartment asap. you put on your only fancy bra and a random pair of lacy panties you bought impulsively at the mall one day.

he lets you in, shirt already off, and he's practically shoving you into his room.

you tell him you wanna undress yourself because you have a little surprise for him.

he's practically on the floor when he sees you in the bra and panties; he's so tempted to rip them off of you but he lets you do it yourself.

is super gentle with you, makes sure you're comfortable and lubed up if needed before he slides into you.

holding your hand as you get used to the sensation, cooing at how beautiful you look under him. (and also at how tight you are) lots of kissing as he fucks you too :)

makes you come around his cock, just an absolute earth-shattering orgasm that has you seeing stars.

sooooo sweet after, making sure you're all cleaned up and you pee before coming back to bed with him. cuddles you close which has you falling asleep on his chest.

also takes you out to dinner after :)

#ted nivison x reader #ted nivison x you #ted nivison smut #ted nivison fanfiction #ted nivison imagine #ted nivison fanfic #ted nivison fic

[starpirateee]

I mean you know i’m always a sucker for Holy Bastard if you wanna write some of that (be it high school or present day, I love anything w them) :)

Holy bastard... Wow, I can't even blame anyone else here can I? Brought this on myself... Well, I'm always happy to provide smth for these tragic ass gays

I can offer you... *Checks notebook* possessed!Ted?

There was something deeply wrong with Ted. Mark had been with and around him long enough to know how he acted. He was awkward, and barely knew how to keep his composure.

So when he suddenly gained an extra flourish of confidence and a suave new edge, Mark immediately knew to assume that something was wrong. Still, he tried to pretend like nothing was happening, because for all he knew, it was just a trick of his mind. Making him see Ted in a completely different light so he would seem less appealing.

It wasn't until he got closer that he really realised what was happening, but by then, it was too late to stop it.

The two of them had walked together back to Ted's place after class that day. Since they convened that morning, and he first noticed it, Mark had been meaning to ask if Ted was feeling okay. There was something ever so slightly wrong with him, and even if he couldn't place what it was, it was recognisable.

But, they'd separated after first period, and the need to ask had died down with every other opportunity. But now was a good time. Now, when there was nobody else around. Now, when he had to face Ted or nothing alone. When they'd started going out, the two of them had decided that the relationship was enough of a secret, therefore nothing else should be.

"Teddy, uh... Are you okay?"

Best to rip the bandage off. Whatever happened... Happened.

"Sure, why'd you ask?" Ted hummed, not turning to face him as he worked on re-stacking a pile of books that were threatening to fall across his bedroom floor.

"You seemed... Different this morning, and I haven't had the chance to ask about it." It was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was he'd seen, but there was a certain spark residing in Ted's eyes, that Mark's rampant imagination had compared to a stagnant hunger, waiting to be unleashed.

Ted turned around suddenly, and Mark's brow creased in worry. he had been right, there was something wrong. And that something was that the hunger had taken over, leaving behind a strange golden hue shining in his eyes. In more ways than one, it was beautiful, but it was far from natural, and borderline terrifying when Mark really thought about it.

"Uh, Teddy-?"

"I don't know what you're worried about, Mark!" Ted mused in a voice that barely sounded like his own. He approached step by step, eyeing Mark up and down, and in that moment, Mark felt rather like a prey animal being hunted. It was ennough to send a shiver up his spine.

When Ted finally reached him, he laid a sturdy hand on his shoulder. "I'm better than okay! I've never felt more alive!" And with that, he pulled him into a kiss before he could think to protest, deep and passionate and altogether very unlike him. Mark couldn't fight it, and part of him wanted to just give in to it. How bad could it possibly be anyway? He leaned in ever so slightly closer, feeling Ted's lips curl into a satisfied grin.

Mark's eyes fluttered shut. In the space he was left with- some apartment building, by the looks of things- he could see himself, looking a good twenty years older, and another man he only recognised because he'd spent more than long enough staring into those eyes.

Ted.

But, unlike him, Ted had changed a lot. His hair had grown longer, he'd actually managed to grow and maintain a moustache, and he looked vaguely like he'd been lacking a good night's sleep for a while. Mark stood in observance for a while, watching himself. Watching Ted. Seeing how much the two of them had changed.

"You can't just come back after all this time and pretend everything's okay. It doesn't work like that, man." Ted's voice was stiff with disdain, thick with something that may have been regret, and may have been downright anger. "You have your life, let me live mine."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, Ted! I want what the two of us had!" Ted pushed past him, storming into the hallway without saying another word. Mark's hand curled at his side, unsure if he wanted to protest or dispel his own bubbling anger. "C'mon, don't be like that-"

"What? Fair? Face it, we were over a long time ago, we were never meant to be." Ted muttered as he turned his head. His brown eyes burned off the fuel of whatever had just gone on. "Move on. We both know you have better options that crawling back to me."

"Ted-"

"Leave me the fuck alone. You ruined us. Don't come crawling back now after everything."

Mark's eyes snapped open, and with a force he'd never quite seen in himself, he pushed Ted back enough to separate them."What was that-" he breathed, staring into the golden eyes of the thing inside of Ted.

"Just a glimpse, that's all!"

"Of what?'

"Us, of course! We've always been so interesting together, don't you think?!"

#starkid #holy bastard #ted spankoffski #mark chasity #void offering #star mail #nova's tags → #i hope this ship never dies honest to god #mr curt mega knows about it and thats funny as fuck #i enjoy being here writing for these awful bitches #so... why not make it worse? this idea has been brewing in my head for a while #i may as well instigate it

[agentmmayy]

2023 monthly music rotation

it's been a hot minute since i've made one of these, but here are all my favorite songs from each month of 2023!

january:

one i wanna be with - trella: oh bop!!!!!!!!!!! this ENTIRE SONG just makes me so happy!!!!!!! it’s so full of love!!! every lyric hits but especially i can’t help but wish we met before we did.

february:

antiques - holden laurence: god the desperation in this makes me want to claw my chest open and rip my heart out. the beat fucks in this jaunty rhythm that’s such a juxtaposition to the haunting lyrics and vocals. then the bridge?????? i promise to be strong i promise to believe in love that lingers on i’ll see you in my dreams. I’M CALLING THE POLICE. this is a tess/joel song. not only because of how apocalyptic this feels (which is a whole other discussion) but also meet me in the space between all the words unsaid when we could not speak meet me i’ll be waiting for you there. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

march:

borderline - tove lo: HOT. listen. everything tove lo writes and sings is inherently sexy i don't make the rules. this one especially wtf!!!!!!

unrequited night - lily kershaw: i- please respect my privacy at this time. this is a masterpiece. immediately a song i listened to laying in bed staring up at the ceiling. VERY tlou coded. (but then again every song i listened to in feb/march and lbr this past year was) AND THE GASP AT THE END GETS ME EVERY TIME.

april:

flowers in my hair - calista garcia: sweet, slow, and syrupy. i love this song and how it feels like a breath of fresh air. it’s achingly romantic and has got me singing along and twirling my hair and kicking my feet. though, at the same time it’s so intimate i feel like i’m intruding. 

labor - paris paloma: the intensity of it still continues to blow my mind. it’s unapologetic and awful. it’s incredible. i felt every lyric in my gut. i don’t want to over explain it since i can’t do the song justice but it’s so brutally honest in describing and dismantling traditional roles placed upon women and girls. the entirety of it is like poking at a wound that never closes, a wound that’s been gaping and bleeding for centuries and it makes me so angry. the visceral reaction i had to the lyric ‘if we had a daughter’ girl i- ouuuuugh. i got sick to my stomach. i was screaming crying throwing up etc etc. anyway this song is a masterpiece. still haven’t recovered from it. also it’s a fucking bop. 

may:

‘i’m just learning how to make peace with feeling small’ ‘but i might drive off if it gets too hard’ ‘there’s always a sunset that i wanna run into’ ‘i’m searching but i’m not lost’ and my all time favorite lyric that put me on the floor when i heard it the first time- ‘i’m a growing tree a few missing leaves i can’t shelter you don’t sit under me’ HELLO????? 

vagabond - overcoats: THIS song. this song has been the one i played the most in may because one it’s an absolute banger and second of all it read me for filth and the lyrics are so beautifully crafted and honest and pure and delivered impeccably. it’s a sweet, slow melody and coupled with the lyrics it reached into the depths of my soul and pulled out everything i can’t say and put it into this song like.

fireworks - JOSEPH: now for ANOTHER song that read me for filth. lately i’ve been feeling this exact way since all my friends and people around me have reached certain milestones in life- such as getting married, settling down, etc- that i haven’t and i’m left even more alone and bereft. but THIS SONG said that’s okay!!!!!!!! this song understood!!!!!! it said i’m not alone feeling this way!!!!

every lyric absolutely sent me through the roof but these especially:  ‘all these long songs might be no good for me’ ‘how long will i wait to be happy all my friends ask me’ ‘what if i’m wrong wrong to think there’s more to this story’ ‘an act of faith even though it hurts to shut that door am i holding out forever?’ ‘am i headstrong or foolish every night waiting for lighting to strike whole you’ve got blue skies?’ and my favorite- ‘i wish i could just flip a switch and accept your kind of muted bliss’ WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! once again HOW did they put it into words!!!!!! this song has such a special place in my heart. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve not only listened to it but also screamed along and cried to it 

also, JOSEPH always creates the most compelling and just fun to listen to songs and this is no exception!!!!!!!!! the harmonies are delicious and the music dropping at certain points is incredible and the beat has me dancing around the room. filed right under beach music! 

moonlight - madison rose: i wore this song into the ground!!!!! AMAZING beat and vibe. liberating rejuvenating sexy etc etc.

june:

cowboy take me away - the chicks: me personally!!!!! my favorite version of cowboy take me away. i DO wanna touch the earth and break it in my hands but i ESPECIALLY wanna look at the horizon and not see a building standing tall!!!!!!!!! every summer is cowgirl summer but this song just turned the dial to the max. never have i ever wanted a cowgirl summer more.

july:

satellites - emi larraud: this one was interesting! VERY 80s themed. it's funky. it's powerful. it's just groovy.

august:

wicked game - ursine vulpine, annica: alright i'm a sucker for these intense ballads especially when they remind me of the 100 but seriously. it's sensuous. it's an experience. the vocals are out of this world.

pretty boy - LEON: of course i had to put a LEON song on here. while this isn't my favorite of hers it was just so nice to get a new song from her again. i felt like a wilting flower getting watered. to no one's surprise it's a bop and delivers lines that absolutely wreck me such as you can't outrun getting old, that hidden place where hope lives, well that's the last it goes. ma'am!!!

september:

moonburn - dani sylvia: feeling very seen rn thank you!!!!!!!! literally spongebob leaning against rock.jpg every time i listen. it's- ough. this song has layers and i am peeling them back like an onion. when does the healing start if you leave before daylight. saying SO much in one line!!!!!!! it's the inversion of the typical light vs dark trope for me! and the chorus is immaculate.

super graphic ultra modern girl - chappell roan: chappell hit it out of the park with her first album and THIS SONG SPECIFICALLY. the absolute journey @152glasslippers and i went on listening to this... especially at 22 seconds in. WHEW. super graphic ultra modern girl IS THAT GIRL!!!!!!! SHE IS THE MOMENT!!!!!

october:

honest mistake - bears den: screaming shaking crying throwing up etc etc. bears den always writes songs that lift me by my ankles and shake me until every humiliatingly private thought comes tumbling out in the lyrics of their songs. also i love how consistent they are with the aesthetics and formality of their songs. it's very soothing while ripping me up inside.

mars - noelle: listened to this 60 times in a day. you don't understand i found this song 10/17 and spotify stopped tracking 10/31 and it was my most listened to song of the year. it's dreamy. it's sweet. the vocals are stunning and the music is fantastic.

heart to heart - now more than ever: banger. when that beat dropped i was shook!!!!!!!!!! it's a very early 2000s emo vibe but also delightfully contemporary? the vibes are there. oh and the lyrics and the way they're sung is amazingly bittersweet.

november:

swimming pool - jack kane: one of my favorites of the whole year. if spotify didn't stop tracking before november this would have been my top song. it is 100000% a slow sad groove bop. every time i listen maybe not physically but spiritually i am girl at table.jpg. formally this song is delicious and lyrically it is devastating.

december:

scorpions - distance sprinter : okay this one might be a contender for top song. impeccable. there's crack in this. the beat is OUTSTANDING. i literally can't play this in the car if i'm driving because i will start dancing. the vibes are off the charts. at no point in this song do you expect what's next. the lyrics are heartbreaking and beautiful. there's so much i can say about this song but i am gnawing on the words it's just so good.

TOP SONGS OF THE YEAR: these have 5 stars. to me. 6 stars even.

antiques - holden laurence

unrequited night - lily kershaw

vagabond - overcoats

fireworks - JOSEPH

moonburn - dani sylvia

swimming pool - jack kane

scorpions - distance sprinter

#monthly music rotation #this is my true spotify wrapped #for further information: these are all songs i found in those months that were new songs to me! #they might not have been songs i listened to the most #just new songs that were my favorites out of the new ones i found #the top list are songs i LOVE. absolute bangers. 10/10 no notes #monthly music roundup #2023 in music

[christinesficrecs]

Bit of an odd request maybe but do you know of any fics that features Sterek when they're older? In thier 30s or 40s and getting together for the first time or as an established relationship? Thank you!!

Oh yes! I am definitely a fan of future fics. 🥰

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Derek rakes his eyes over Stiles’ exposed arms and his gaze lingers on the lithe muscle there. The evidence of years of staying in shape, working as an FBI field agent is blatant and was he always that hairy?

Derek’s mesmerised by the dark hair running up his arms and it’s only when Stiles clears his throat and flails his hands at him that Derek manages to bring his eyes to his face.

Stiles’ brown hair is longer and he looks taller somehow, fitting his body in a way Derek’s never quite seen on him. He looks totally comfortable in himself, propped there against the jeep like he does this every day, like he’s not making Derek readjust his entire world view, just by being there.

Derek scents the air blatantly and he steps closer to him, pleased with the way Stiles’ heartbeat spikes a little, despite his cool demeanour.

“Hey Hale. Looking good,” Stiles grins, still not moving an inch, even when Derek’s only about a metre away.

everything you do [sends me higher than the moon] by crossroadswrite | 4.5K

When Derek opens his door to see Stiles standing there with four full suitcases, his massagers’ bag thrown over his shoulder, two big cardboard boxes that barely close and his demon cat cradled on the crook of his elbow all he can say is, “Why?”

Not “what” not “what happened stiles” not “get out” not “please let me kiss you this pinning thing is really getting old for me” not “why are you bringing satan into my home”.

Just a simple “why”.

The Rest of Your Life by paradis | 4.1K

“Seemed like a buttercream guy,” Stiles says innocently, and grabs two forks and pours two huge glasses of milk. They eat in silence and when Stiles finishes his mouth is filled with the too-sweet taste of peanut butter icing and chocolate cake, and he’s full, but he feels good, too. He stares at Derek, who’s licking his lips after his last bite of cake. “I think I’m probably not straight,” he says suddenly. And Derek says, “I ripped down the whole top floor of the house this morning thinking about Laura.”

Much Ado About You Two by clotpolesonly | 2.2K

In which Professor Stilinski and Stiles are such different people that nobody makes the connection.

Until I Stayed Away Too Long by melofttroll | 14.8K | Explicit

NY Times bestseller Derek Hale hates a lot of things about being a modern author. Like being recognized, like needing a social media presence, like not being able to buy his own boxed spaghetti noodles without being asked for a selfie. Facing writer's block, he escapes to his old hometown of Beacon Hills, at his sister's insistence, for some reprieve and hopefully motivation. It's there his attention is captured by a gangly, socially awkward teacher, and the tiny little toddler at his side who know him only as that one basketball player who fled town at fifteen after his girlfriend burnt his house down.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #future fic #idiots in love

[abubblingcandle]

for the WIP ask game, 16 year old Jamie, Lemon to a knife fight and/or that's choas theory

Thank you!! I've done 16 year old Jamie here so will do the other two!

Lemon to a Knife Fight is a fic for my Bad Things Happen Bingo where Jamie is kidnapped by Mannion's lackies prior to the West Ham game at the end of the season. Mannion is desperate for West Ham to win and thinks getting Jamie out of the way will do it. The kidnappers have just been told to keep Jamie out of the way for three days and make various threats about breaking his legs if he tries to run.

“Do you want the game on?” Thug B asked, hanging the remote between his fingers. “Why the fuck would I want the game on you fucking bellend?” Jamie growled, spitting in his direction but only succeeding in getting it on the floor between them. “For fuck sake I thought we were past this. You behave and this will be a nice long weekend in a swanky hotel,” he rolled his eyes. “You, you,” Jamie stammered. “You can’t fucking kidnap someone and then tell them to be nice and sit pretty!” he yelled. Jamie struggled against the ties around his wrists and ankles with renewed passion, yelling all the while. “God dammit, you did this to yourself Tartt,” he sighed and slowly rose to his feet. “Don’t you fucking dare, someone will hear me,” Jamie growled. “That’s the problem ain’t it lad,” the thug muttered, straddling over Jamie’s bucking and writhing form so that his legs pinned around Jamie’s hips. Jamie writhed and tried to flail his legs and arms out but he was pinned. The rip of duct tape being pulled off the roll, froze Jamie in place. “No, no, please,” Jamie’s threw his head around, trying desperately to avoid the piece of tape. “No you haven’t shown you can be trusted,” he tutted. Large fingers grasped onto Jamie’s hair down the scalp, holding him firmly in place. The strip of duct tape was pressed down tightly over his mouth and stung as Jamie tried to flex his jaw. Nothing could move, he heaved in breaths through his nose and tried to hold back the tears as he captor rolled off him and settled back into the armchair.

That's Chaos Theory is a fic I have posted a couple of chapters of here and was one of my first Ted Lasso fics. It is centred around Jamie having ADHD and being off his meds as Keeley got them for him when they were dating. Chapter 3 is about overstimulation

Jamie liked music. It was one of the very few things that Jamie and Beard seemed to have bonded over with the coach sending his charge regular recommendations. And he always had his headphones in. The only time they were out was when he was actually on the pitch. That day Jamie had come back in from training, smiling and laughing with the team as they fluttered around causing their usual ruckus. Jamie shook his head with a fond smile at something that Sam said but he just didn’t seem right. The smile wasn’t quite reaching his eyes. But Ted sat back and just watched, you couldn’t expect someone to be on all the time. Even Jamie Tartt was allowed an off day. He slumped down onto the bench and pulled his large headphones on over his head and rocked back to lean against the back wall of his cubby. And just stayed there.

#candle writes #jamie tartt #ask box is always open #ted lasso fanfic #that's chaos theory tag

[booigi-boi]

Ik they're very different because of the format, but do you have a preferrence between Curt and Jeff as Tinky?

For me Jeff's Tinky was just the voice, like I genuinely never thought about imagining the Lords as humans before NPMD, so I didn't really think much about his portrayal other than that. Guess it's one of the cons of Nightmare Time :(

But I wouldn't say I like Curt's Tinky over Jeff's, cause unlike people who didn't watch NMT before going into NPMD, I grew up (lol) with Tinky just being a doll. Like, Curt's Tinky is like that cause they were summoned on the altar that resides in Hatchetfield High. Summon them at CCRP's altar and they'd just be tired office guys, lmao

I guess what I'm trying to say is I don't really have a preference. I like Jeff's Tinky cause my Tinky design has his (then, RIP) long hair. I like Curt's Tinky cause he was the introduction of the Lords to many other people, and people really love Tinky's unhinged middle child energy. They're both great Tinkys to me :3 They both can do the voice and Curt can act out that voice amazingly

Official Ted artist (self proclaimed) approved 🐐💛

(Time Bastard is regarded by majority as one of the best Nightmare Time episodes, so if you want more Tinky, please go watch it (or listen, you can just listen to them as they're narrated so well))

(Also as I'm proof reading this from typos, I realised I can't write at all, my thoughts just go from one to the next so weirdly, lmao)

#ask #starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #tinky #t'noy karaxis #nightmare time #nerdy prudes must die

[nerdytyrantphantom]

Some Like It Hot

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Summary: Here’s the situation: It’s the hottest day on record in the state of Indiana and your best friend Eddie Munson’s AC just went out. When going through your list of friends with a pool, the only person you can think of is Steve Harrington – your coworker. And that’s all he is: your coworker. But little do you know, he has a budding crush on you that he’s been too shy to show for fear that you’ll reject him – or be a lesbian. So, when you call asking if you can come take a dip in his pool, he’s more than happy to oblige – even if it does mean sharing you with Eddie Munson. Rating: Mature Warnings: SMUT / fingering / drinking / smoking / face fucking / dom!Steve / devilish sub!Eddie / etc.

 “Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie groaned, lifting the hem of his Hellfire shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

The two of you were sitting on the floor of his trailer passing a bowl, much like you did on Fridays after school. However, this time the AC was broken and the heat was becoming unbearable. Despite tacking blankets over the windows to trap in the cool air, the dark living room remained sweltering.

Eddie dramatically rolled onto his back and fanned himself with his shirt. “C’mon,” he said, twisting onto his stomach. He hoisted himself up onto his elbows and bore his dark eyes into yours. “You’ve got to know someone with a pool.”

You sighed. “I mean. I do, Eddie. But–” You bit your lip. Today just wasn’t the day to have both of your worlds collide – both of your worlds being your best friend, Eddie Munson, and your “work bestie,” Steve Harrington.

“But what?” Eddit questioned, tugging at his long hair.

“But it’s Steve.”

“Who?”

“Steve.”

“The Hair!”

“Yes, Eddie. ‘The Hair.’”

Eddie knew about Steve and Steve knew about Eddie, but the two had never formally met. Although you knew the guys beyond their stereotypes and exaggerated reputations, you knew that both of them could be overprotective when it came to certain matters i.e. you.

“Fuck it,” Eddie said, shooting up to his feet. “I don’t care if it's Ted Bundy who’s got a pool, I can’t stay in this Mordor another second.” With a determined look on his glistening face, Eddie stomped down the hallway to disappear into his bedroom.

This left you with nothing else to do but kill the bowl and call Steve Harrington. So, you took a couple good hits and dug out the crumpled up Family Video receipt with his number on it from your pocket.

“Hello?” Steve answered after the first ring. There was a pop hit you couldn’t quite recognize playing in the background.

“Steve!”

“Heeey! I was wondering when you’d finally call.”

You laughed into the phone. “Your wish has been granted,” you teased. This was the basis of your friendship with Steve: innocent flirting that never amounted to anything serious – the way a healthy work relationship should be.

“So, what’s up?” he asked.

“I was wondering,” you said, tracing your finger over the wall phone’s curves. “Could I come swimming maybe?”

“Swi– You wanna come swim– Of course you can come swimming! Are you kidding me?”

“Great!” You exclaimed. Then you cleared your throat. “Is it possible I can bring someone?”

“Another chick? Hell yeah, you can bring as many as–”

“Actually… It's my friend, Eddie.”

“Munson?”

You remained silent.

“The Freak?”

“Steve,” you said, the slightest twinge of a plea evident in your voice. “His AC is out,” you pouted. “And I’m really fucking hot.”

For a moment there was silence. Then, further away from the phone’s receiver, you heard a growl-turned-roar. In your head, you pictured Steve biting into a pillow; you covered your mouth to keep him from hearing your giggles.

“Fine,” Steve said, returning to the phone.

“You’re the best, Harrington,” you beamed. Just as you hung the phone up, Eddie returned from his bedroom. He’d replaced the Hellfire shirt with a sleeveless Metallica tank and swapped his ripped jeans for black swim trunks.

“‘You’re the best, Harrington,’’’ he mocked, making a face, as he slid into a chair at the kitchen table to pack his lunch box with weed.

You playfully narrowed your eyes at him. “What happened to not caring if it was Steve Harrington’s pool we were going to?” you asked.

“I don’t care,” Eddie said defensively. His eyes stayed focused on separating his pot into baggies. “I just think it’s funny how you talk to him.”

You rolled your eyes but let it slide. Although Eddie was your best friend, there was an unspoken sexual tension between the two of you. It ebbed and flowed throughout your friendship, as you both shared intimate details about your hookups with other people. But at the end of the day, you always seemed to return to each other.

“Come on,” he said, closing the lid to his black lunchbox and standing up from the table. “Let’s hit that pool up.”

The ride to Steve’s was a short one. The speakers blared a Black Sabbath song while the AC pumped out crisp air. “Well, shit,” Eddie said with admiration as he steered the van onto Steve’s street. “Feel like I’m going to The Ritz-Carlton.”

You silently agreed; Steve, unlike you and Eddie, came from money. It was evident by his two-story house, the bountiful garden lining the front yard, and the BMW parked in the driveway. In fact, the only thing the three of you seemed to have in common was a lack of parental figures in your life. But on days like today – like most days – that wasn’t much of a problem.

“Alright, princess,” Eddie said, putting the van into park. He looked at you with a grin. “We’re here.”

You ignored the typical dip in your stomach at the pet name “princess” and got out of the car. Over time, you’d learned you just had to ignore Eddie’s word choices. Even though it felt like he had a natural knack for knowing what types of pet names spiked you with arousal, you also knew it wasn’t worth obsessing over or looking too far into. You and Eddie were just friends – best friends.

As you walked up the driveway, Eddie paused. “Wait, what about your bathing suit?” he asked.

You kept walking towards the door. “You’re the one who wanted to swim,” you said. “I’ll watch.”

Your knuckles rapped against the oak front door. You glanced up at Eddie, giving him an eager smile which he returned with a wink. When the door didn’t budge and there was no sign of life behind the glass-stained window, Eddie leaned over you and speedily pressed the doorbell.

“Jesus Christ, hold on!” you heard Steve yell from inside. Moments later he was opening the door, greeting you with a smile.

“Come here, you,” Steve said, pulling you into a hug. As his arms wrapped around you, you inhaled a whiff of his expensive cologne. Then his hands went tense. “Munson,” you heard him say.

For a moment, there was a tension in the air as Steve and Eddie acted like two dogs sniffing each other’s butts, sizing the other one up. Then Eddie held up his black lunch box. “Brought goodies,” he said. And like that, the tension dissipated.

Steve led you both through the house, explaining how his parents were gone on a business trip. “Well, my dad’s on a business trip. My mom went to make sure he behaves.”

As he opened the door to the backyard, you couldn’t help but stand in awe. Tall trees scratched the sky while beneath their branches, the bean-shaped pool glistened in the sunlight, begging to be enjoyed. Sun-tanning chairs topped with yellow cushions lined one side of the pool, while on the other side stood a grill, a cooler, and a boombox playing a popular pop song.

“Damn, dude,” Eddie said. “This is nice.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said, brushing off our admiration. “Make yourself comfortable. There’s beer in the cooler over there.”

Eddie’s eyes brightened at the word “beer” and he made his way over to grab a cold one. While his back was turned, Steve zeroed in on this opportunity to speak to you alone. “So, where’s your bathing suit, missy?” he asked. “Going skinny dipping? ‘Cause that’s totally allowed.”

“No,” you laughed, shoving his shoulder. You tucked your hair behind your ear. “Eddie’s the one who wanted to go swimming. I just wanted to get out of his trailer.”

Steve frowned. “You know you’re always welcome to come over here, right? You don’t always have to hang out with Mun–”

“Hey, Harrington!” Eddie yelled from the cooler, interrupting. “Is this music coming from the radio or a CD?”

Steve’s brows stitched together in confusion. “Uhhh, the radio, man. Why?”

“Oh, thank God,” you heard Eddie mumble. “Just wondering, bro,” he called back.

Steve looked at you. “Why’d he ask me that?”

“He’s probably just wondering if you’d deliberately listen to Hall and Oates,” you answered. Offended and confused, Steve searched for the right rebuttal. But before he could get a word out, Eddie was back with three beers in hand. He tossed a can to Steve and opened one for you.

“So, who’s ready to dive in?” Eddie asked. He chugged his beer – yep, all of it – and then set the empty can on the concrete. Next, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his ivory chest covered in randomly placed stick-and-poke tattoos. And no matter how many times you’d seen it, it still gave you butterflies.

“I could go for a swim,” Steve shrugged. He effortlessly pulled off his t-shirt as well and tossed it to the ground. Now this was a new sight for you: Steve shirtless. Where Eddie was pale and toned, Steve was tanned and lanky with a happy trail teasingly sneaking into his coral-colored swim trunks.

Feeling that your mouth was suddenly dry, you took a long, generous sip from your beer.

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After you dealt with their persistent whining about you not coming into the pool, you made yourself comfortable on one of the lounge chairs. It was about four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun was perfect, slipping between the tree branches just enough to toast your skin. You were more than content to lay out in your shorts and tank top, soaking up the sunshine, sipping your beer, and listening to the radio while your friends seemingly got along in the pool.

Wait, what?

You pushed your sunglasses on top of your head and squinted into the pool. Your eyes found the two boys conversing in the deep end, too far away from you to make out their words. You still couldn’t get over the sight of them: Eddie, with his messy hair all the frizzier after getting wet, his guitar pick necklace still wrapped around his neck; and Steve, with his thick locks still perfectly falling into place and a genuine smile on his face.

“Hey,” you called. “What are you guys talking about?”

They shared a laugh and then looked at you. “Nothing, princess,” Eddie called. There he goes again calling me “princess,” you thought, feeling your cheeks burn for a reason that didn’t involve the sunlight. You rolled your eyes and returned your sunglasses to your face.

You’re not sure how much time passed after that. You’d lost yourself in the moment: savoring the sound of the cicadas buzzing in the high trees paired with the light splashes coming from the pool; feeling the music flow through you the same way the alcohol was, intoxicating your bloodstream, but just enough to give you a nice, warm buzz. You were so relaxed, in fact, that you didn’t notice the two boys standing on either side of you.

“‘Princess,’ huh?”

Your eyes shoot open. You scramble to push the sunglasses back to the top of your head, wincing as your eyes adjust to the now waning sunlight.

“What?” you say, clearly confused.

“Munson over there told me you like being called ‘princess,’” Steve says amused. He’s standing beside you dripping wet, the hair on his chest slick against his skin. You try not to stare.

“I never said that,” you snap.

“You don’t have to,” Eddie says with a smirk. He gazes at Steve proudly and points to you. “See what I mean?” He looks back at you with a smile. “Works every time.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” you say, growing irritated that there seems to be a conversation going on that you’ve been sorely left out of. Frustrated, you yank your sunglasses off your head and clasp them onto your shirt.

“Aw, don’t get fussy,” Eddie says, taking a seat at the end of your lounge chair. “It’s just that,” he says, playfully poking your foot. “Every time I call you ‘princess,’ your face turns all red. It’s cute.”

You’re squirming in your skin, a horrible mix of oh-God-I’m-so-embarassed and Jesus-fuck-I’m-ridiculously-turned-on, when Eddie thankfully takes the pressure off of you by standing up to retrieve his lunchbox. “Anyway, I have just the cure for the fussies,” he says, giving you a wink.

You watch him walk over to his lunchbox, leaving wet footprints in his tracks. His swimsuit is sinking dangerously low to the point that you’re not sure how it hasn’t revealed his ass crack. When he turns back around to walk towards you, you avert your eyes from the subtle “V” of his torso that points to the bulge outlining his soaked trunks.

Standing beside you, he bends down and smirks. “Here you go, princess,” he whispers, placing a perfectly rolled joint between your lips. You watch his thumb strike the Zippo lighter and relax as the flame ignites the tip. You inhale deeply.

After one more hit, you pass the joint to Steve, immediately feeling the effects of Eddie’s drugs. Steve taps the ash into an empty beer can before bringing the joint to his lips. You can’t help but watch the way his eyes half-close as he inhales, his Adam’s apple slightly bobbing as he does so, and admire the cloud of smoke that spills from his lips and melts into the twilight sky.

He hands the joint to Eddie. “You know, he’s right,” Steve says, casually placing a hand on your knee. “It is really fucking cute.”

Your eyes become glued to his hand on your skin. “This is– wow,” you say, sweating. “You guys are being very flattering, but it’s not that big of a deal. I can’t help it if my face changes colors with certain words.”

“It just… begs the question,” Steve continues, squeezing your thigh. “What other words can get a reaction out of you?”

“Steve,” you say with a nervous laugh. Your eyes watch his hand work up your thigh. Your legs slightly spread instinctively.

“It’s okay if you like this, you know,” Eddie says beside you before taking a puff. His eyes are becoming brimmed in red and he’s got a goofy, sincere smile on his face. “But if you want us to stop, we’ll stop,” he promises, glancing at Steve who agrees with a nod.

“N-no,” you respond a bit too quickly. You’re not sure what’s happening – if it’s the beer or the pot or the vitamin D – but you’re not about to miss an opportunity to have both Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson do, well, whatever it is they’re thinking about doing to you.

“No?” Eddie repeats, cocking his head to the side. He leans down so that his eyes are locked with yours. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and then caresses your cheek. “You hear that, Harrington? She doesn’t want us to stop.”

And with that, Eddie grabs your jaw and pulls you in for an aggressive, fervent kiss. His body is wet and cold against you, but his mouth – his mouth is delicious: warm and wet, his tongue begging to play with yours.

On the other side of you, the weight on the lounge chair shifts as Steve scoots closer to you. While his hand continues to teasingly squeeze your thigh, he buries his nose behind your ear. His lips plant soft kisses behind it, and then down your neck, where his teeth lightly graze the tender skin. “Hey, Munson,” he murmurs, his voice thick and husky. “I think she likes it.” As the words leave his mouth, his hand finally finds itself over the warm center of your pants.

“Is that so?” Eddie says into your mouth, pulling away from you slightly. He kisses along your jawline, to your other ear, so that now you have one guy on each side of your neck covering you with kisses. “You like this, princess?”

You eagerly nod. “Y-Yes,” you choke out, tossing your head back in bliss.

“Fuck, it’s almost too easy,” Eddie laughs. His hand moves to your chest, cupping your breast through your tank top and squeezing roughly. “It’s almost like you’ve dreamed about us doing this to you,” he muses, nipping at your sensitive skin. His hands drift to the bottom of your shirt and he gently begins to pull up. “May I?” he asks.

You give in and let him pull your tank top over your head, leaving you in your bra and shorts on the lounge chair. Steve’s hand remains over your shorts, earnestly rubbing over your warm center. “Yeah?” he murmurs into your ear. “You been dreaming about this, princess?” he asks. Then his fingers are on your zipper, trying to open up your fly just enough for his hand to slide in.

Your hand flies on top of Steve’s, guiding it exactly where you’ve been desperate to feel him. “Yes,” you whisper, eyes rolling into the back of your hand. His fingers slide over your slick folds before hovering over your clit teasingly. Eddie’s groping your breasts over your bra, biting your shoulder and collarbones. “Yes, I’ve fucking dreamed about this,” you seethe, grinding your teeth.

You feel both of the boys’ lips form into smirks against your skin. They give each other a look like they’re mentally giving the other a high five, before they’re back to spoiling you with their touch. You’re not sure how much more of this you can take with the restraints from being outside: you want to get naked, you want to get fucked, and you want to see what and if there might be anything you could watch the boys do to each other…

As though he were reading your mind, Eddie says with a bit of trepidation: “You got somewhere a bit more… accommodating… we could go to, Harrington?”

Steve lets out a rugged sigh and then reluctantly pulls his hand from your shorts. “Follow me.” He leads you and Eddie back inside and up the stairs. As he holds your right hand, Eddie trails behind you holding your left.

“Here we are,” Steve says, opening the door to his bedroom. You take a step inside, still unsure if you’re really in Steve Harrington’s bedroom with Eddie Munson right now.

“Now where were we?” Steve purrs, cornering you beside the foot of the bed. His hands tenderly hold your face as he brings his lips to yours for a kiss that he himself has dreamed about for months. His kiss is slower than Eddie’s – careful and calculated, like his tongue is studying every square inch of your mouth and committing it to memory.

You’re lost in the sensation of his tongue gently stroking your lips for entry, when behind you, Eddie’s arms wrap around your waist. “These, I’m afraid,” Eddie says, mouth pressed against the conch of your ear while his fingers snake into your still unzipped shorts, “are gonna have to go.”

Before you can register what’s happening, Eddie is slowly traveling down your body in parallel with your pants, getting onto his knees behind you. You feel your shorts hit your ankles, and it’s just as you’re raising your foot to kick them off that you feel Eddie’s fingers dip into your warm, wet center without warning.

“Oh, my God,” you whimper, unsteady. Your fingernails dig into Steve’s forearms as you cling to him for balance. “Ah, shit,” you croon, gently grinding your hips onto Eddie’s fingers establishing a rhythm. Steve pulls away just long enough to study what’s happening in front of him, before sporting a satisfied smile and returning to your lips.

Eddie continues to push his silver-ringed fingers inside of you, but it’s not enough for him; he needs more. He takes out his digits and then squeezes your ass with both hands, spreading your cheeks apart. “God,” he growls, sinking his teeth into your flesh. “Your ass is so fucking nice.”

You let out a yelp at the sudden contact of his teeth on your skin.

“Jesus, Munson, what are you doing down there?” Steve asks.

“Clearly more than you,” Eddie says smugly.

At that, Steve pulls away to take a step back. Part of you feels like freezing, scared that Eddie’s self-righteous comment came a little too harsh on a sensitive Steve Harrington. But the other part of you is experiencing too much pleasure, and you can’t help but bend over more to give Eddie better access to all your holes. All you can do is hold the edge of the bed for balance, Eddie’s face absentmindedly in your ass, and look up at Steve with your big, innocent, doe eyes, like you had no idea how you ever got yourself into this predicament.

“Well, fuck,” Steve says matter-of-factly. He continues to walk backwards until he’s pressed against the wall, tugging at the drawstring of his swimsuit. You watch his long fingers fumble with the knot while Eddie continues to press his tongue against your tight hole. Finally, Steve’s swim trunks fall to his ankles and his rock hard cock springs out, clapping against his torso. To your surprise, Steve stays there, content against the wall, and takes his erection into his hand.

Eddie, sensing something’s changed, looks up from your ass and spots Steve against the wall. He smirks. “You just gonna watch and take notes, Harrington?”

“Fuck you,” Steve mutters, eyes taking in your posture over the bed.

Eddie chuckles. “Oh, that can be arranged, pretty boy,” he promises.

Steve’s jaw clenches. He pushes himself off the wall and storms towards Eddie.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you say, taking a step away from Eddie, immediately missing the feeling of him behind you. “Calm down, Steve.”

Eddie, still on his knees, simply looks up at Steve with a giant grin on his face. “What is it, Harrington?” he asks, bringing his fingers to his lips. He loudly sucks your juices off his fingertips. “You jealous of what I can do to our girl? Or are you jealous I’m not doing it to you?”

Suspended in shock, you stare at the boys in anticipation.

Steve takes his cock back into his hand and strokes it, staring down at Eddie with his head tilted. He looks like he’s fuming – chest rising and falling, face red and wet with sweat. But then he’s taking another step towards Eddie until there’s practically no space between them. “You know what?” Steve says. “You sure do talk a lot.”

Eddie’s eyes, which have been glued to Steve’s this whole time, dare to travel down his shoulders, over his chest, until he’s staring at the red tip of Steve’s cock in his hand. Raising an eyebrow, Eddie regains eye contact. “You gonna do something about it?” he quips, and you realize that all of this is a game for Eddie, a test to see just how far he can push Steve to realize and act on his darkest desires.

Without a word, Steve grips the back of Eddie’s hair. Using his other hand, he slowly traces his cock around Eddie’s mouth, teasing entry. Eddie, completely pleased to play along with Steve’s teasing, sticks out his tongue patiently. Unable to hold back any longer, Steve finally pushes his cock into Eddie’s eager, warm mouth.

“Fuck,” Steve seethes, watching as Eddie takes him all in. It’s obvious Eddie’s done this before by his skills: the darting of his tongue along Steve’s shaft, the soft humming that sends vibrations throughout Steve’s whole body, and the length at which Eddie’s able to swallow him. Steve can hardly think straight.

Without thought, you walk towards the pair until you’re standing behind Eddie. You massage his shoulders and gaze at Steve. “He’s doing such a good job, isn’t he?” you say half-joking. But at your words, Eddie lets out a whimper around Steve’s cock, and suddenly his hand is fumbling to get inside his swimsuit.

“What was that?” Steve asks, tightening his grip on Eddie’s hair as he pulls his head harder onto his cock. “I couldn’t quite make that out, Munson.”

Eddie’s staring up at you both with this look of pure desperation on his face, tears brimming his giant, chocolate eyes. His face is the color of strawberries and cream – so pale with the brightest shades of red tingeing the tip of his nose, the hollow of his cheeks, the expanse of his forehead. You sweetly pat his head, wiping his wet hair out of his face, while Steve continues to face-fuck him.

“I think he was trying to tell you that he likes it,” you offer, tucking his hair behind his ears. You slowly lean your body against Eddie so that he’s backed up to your legs with nowhere to budge. “Is that right, Eddie-baby?” you coo.

Another whimper slips from Eddie’s mouth as his hand furiously jerks inside his pants and his head weakly nods. Muffled words attempt to penetrate the air, but Steve doesn’t care what he’s trying to say. He just smiles and continues to pump his cock down Eddie’s throat.

“You know, Steve,” you say after a while, fingers still curling around Eddie’s hair, nails tenderly scratching his scalp. “I think Eddie might deserve a reward for sucking your cock so well.”

At this, Eddie’s eyes roll into the back of his head, his whole body falling slack against your legs, exhausted from having his pretty little face fucked.

“Yeah? What’d you have in mind?” Steve asks, removing his cock from Eddie’s mouth with a pop. Lazily, he drags his dick over Eddie’s face, occasionally slapping it against his cheek.

“Well, we could start by putting him on the bed,” you say, moving your hands back to massaging Eddie’s shoulders.

Steve looks less than happy. “You hear that, Munson?” he says. “Our girl thinks you deserve a reward. What do you think of that?”

“I-I think it sounds good,” Eddie chokes, much less confident than he was pre-Steve-Harrington face-fuck. Wobbly, like a newborn deer, Eddie gets to his feet and rubs his Adam’s apple. “I’ve gotta say, Harrington,” he says, voice hoarse, “you’ve got one big dick.”

Steve awkwardly chuckles, rubbing the back of his own neck. Hell, it looks like he might even be blushing. “Yeah, man,” he bashfully agrees. “Sorry about that.”

You roll your eyes at their awkward exchange and guide Eddie onto the bed. “Come here, baby,” you coo. “Lay down.” You prop two pillows against the headboard for him to lean against. You turn your head over your shoulder to look towards Steve. “You come here, too.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steddie

[marilynthornhilllover]

Rebecca x fem! reader

Name: " lustful eyes"

Warning: smut, indecent language, mommy kink, praise kink, fingering,office sex.

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You always saw the way Rebecca looked at you. It was quite the opposite of how a boss should look at an employee. She always made you nervous. Your knees completely week. Your chest burn. Your body stiff. And face red as hell.

You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't have a crush on her. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help yourself.

It was time for " biscuits with the boss" hour and ted wasn't at work. He had a terrible flu. So you had his job now. To have biscuits with Rebecca for 1 whole hour. Things could get heated, you thought. The only times you saw Rebecca was at a meeting, ball game or around the office sometimes.

You fixed your hair and exposed your boobs alittle from your v - neck shirt. If she wanted something to stare at you'll give her something to stare at.

You knocked upon her door softly. The gold plate of her name on the door staring at you. "Come in" you heard her say from inside. You went in and closed the door behind you.

"Miss y/l/n what a pleasant surprise!"

Rebecca said closing her laptop to give you her undivided attention. There it was again. She was eye fucking you. He green eyes made it hard to for you to look away.

Swaying your hips you walked up to her desk smiling.

Soon you realized that you haven't greeted her yet.

" ah, yes well ted isn't here so I thought I should take up the job" you said placing the small pink box on her desk. She looked at the box as you carefully placed it down before smiling back up at you.

You returned her smile before turning around to leave. " wait" she called out. You immediately turned back around and was met with the most sinful eyes. You gulped at the way she was now raising her eyebrows and smirking.

" stay" she said softly, but you heard the demand in it loud and clear. "Ms.welton I should really get going" you started to blur out, but her eyes. God thoses eyes made her hard to reject. You gave in and sat in the chair that was opposite her desk.

She opened the box and took out a biscuit. She opened her mouth slowly and placed the biscuit on her tongue, before closing her mouth once more. The moan she released after that was exquisite. You felt you core light up.

At this point tou were just squirming in your seat. "Y/n darling" she cooed. The way your name rolls off her tongue like honey. And oh how her British accent is strong as fuck when she says darling. Her voice ripped you straight from your thoughts as your eyes met her gaze.

"Can is ask you a question?" She said tilting her head to the side to study you more. You humed in approval.

" do I make you... nervous?" She asked, British accent thick as fuck. You paused for a moment. Not sure how to answer her question. Or maybe you just wanna answer it in a smart way.

She noticed the way you hesitated and took it upon herself to speak again.

" do I make you feel things" this time she had the smirk of the devil and eyes of someone who hadn't had sex in over a decade. This question took you out completely. You were stunned. You felt your blood rushing to your head. Your face getting hot.

This feeling kept coming to your core. Your felt your felt clenching around nothing. You were starting to get wet.

"Fuck" you gasp out, rubbing your temples. "Headaches are the worst." You said and she chuckled. "C'mere" she said tapping her thigh. Feeling the headache get worse you just compiled. You straddled her lap, your skirt riding up around your waist.

"Fuck Rebecca- i- i need" you couldn't even think straight. Your mind was blank. All fuzzy.

You weren't thinking straight at all.

" to be fucked?"

" a painkiller" you both said your sentences at the same time. You stared into her sapphire blue eyes, that were hardly visible from how blown her pupils were.

Soon both your mouths were on eachother in a heated kiss. It was both long lasting and short lasting. You moaned into her mouth, her tongue slipped in to explore your taste more.

You could taste the sweet taste of the sugar biscuit she just ate and, the wine she drank while on lunch with keeley.

She was intoxicating. You soon had to pull away from her to catch your breath.

"God you are good" you whispered out of breath. Rebecca cupped your cheek and softly caressed it.

"Tell me you want me y/n" she whispered leaving soft pecks of kisses along the line of your jaw.

You let out a soft moan as she gently started sucking on your neck.

" I don't want you" you said pushing her off you neck do she can look at you.

" I need you Rebecca, really bad, so please fuck me already, please?" You said as you pouted.

In a half of a second Rebecca had you on her desk in a heated kiss again.

She pushes your thighs apart and stands between them. She rolled your shirt up above your hips, leaving her with the view of your nice lacy underwear.

You couldn't help but arch your back into her to feel her closer. You couldn't get enough of this woman. She was like a drug. A drug you know is bad for you but enjoy the way it makes you feel inside.

Her eyes flicked up to your and she smirked at you. You bit your lips to hold back a throaty groaned when Rebecca ripped of your underwear like it was nothing. That was your favorite pair, but to be honest it turned you on.

"Don't worry darling, I'll get you a new pair" she whispered hovering over you. She stared kissing you again, more softly this time. Like she was trying to tell you something special.

Your back arched and your eyes rolled to the back off your head. Rebecca has unexpectedly pushed two fingers into you, curling them as she started a slow but steady paste. You couldn't help but moan into her mouth.

Rebecca couldn't help but look at your blissed out face. squirming beneath her you were a moaning mess. She quicken her paste going deeper.

"OH my god, Rebecca i-" you couldn't even finish your sentence properly, but she already knew what you were saying.

She added pressure onto your clit pushing you over the edge more.

You cried out as your felt the knot in your stomach tie.

" Rebecca can i-" she didn't even let you finish your sentence, her mouth was hungrily on yours.

As she increased her paste in you again, that was it for you. Your back arched off the desk as your thighs were shaking.

Your orgasm hit you like a wrecking ball.

Your eyes were shut tight as you tried to catch your breath.

" I love you" you her Rebecca whispered. You opened your eyes to see her looking at you like a lost puppy who had just re-found its owner.

You pulled her into a deep love long lasting kiss.

After you both fixed yourselves back to your usual attire.

The door slammed open as keeley walked through. Both you and Rebecca's head snapped towards the door.

" finally!" She shouted. Turns out she was standing out there the entire time.

#fypシ゚viral #fanfic #ted lasso #rebecca welton #authorsnote #writerslife #viral #popular #x fem!reader #x female y/n

[delilah-mcmuffin]

Favourite Lines Game

Rules: share your favorite lines or paragraph you’ve written from your fics, posted or wip.

Until You Can Love Yourself Again

Patrick looks at him with those loud eyes of his, little wrinkles forming in the space between where his eyebrows would be, if he had any. “Can I talk now?” he asks, quietly. Carefully. David nods. “Okay. First,” Patrick begins, and he reaches out to gently tug David’s shirt down over his stomach and then he pulls the blankets up around David’s waist before he snuggles down on his pillow and wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close. The hot press of tears builds behind David’s eyes and he bites at his lower lip to keep it from trembling, burying his face in the front of Patrick’s t-shirt. He’s never felt so fucking loved by anyone before. That Patrick can show how well he knows David—how fully he sees him—simply by covering him up. He swallows back the sob he can feel creeping up from his chest and just lets Patrick hold him, raking his fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple. “David,” he says simply, and that single word seems to encompass an entire universe of feelings.

This Bed Wasn’t Built for our Love

“What do you want to know, David?” Marcy asks, and Clint can hear the hint of barely concealed amusement in her voice. Whatever David wants to know is going to make their son’s blush intensify even further. And while he doesn’t love the idea of making his son suffer needless embarrassment, it is after four o’clock in the morning and Clint is in need of a little levity.

“Is it genetic?’ David asks, and Clint sees Marcy cock her head in question out of the corner of his eye.

“Is what genetic?” she asks.

“You know,” David says with a flick of his uninjured hand. Judging by Marcy’s confused silence, she clearly does not know. “The...equipment. The BD to back up that BDE? Is it a Brewer family trait?”

Marcy makes a sound that is somewhere between a snort and a cackle and Patrick lets out a groan. David, blissfully unaware of the impact of his words, carries on.

“Because if it is, I have to say, you are a lucky lady. Because, I mean...well. I know they say size doesn’t matter—”

The rest of David’s sentence is cut off as the sound of Marcy’s delighted laughter fills the car.

“Well, David,” she giggles, “I can’t speak to the entire Brewer family. But I’ve never had any complaints.”

It takes every ounce of Clint’s threadbare self-control to keep the car from veering off the pavement. Marcy’s hand lands on Clint’s arm and she gives it a gentle squeeze as he eases to a stop on the side of the road, hands still clenched on the steering wheel. He is not going to make eye contact with his son. He is not.

The Love Left Behind

“So...this is a long way to come for a surprise visit,” David says, handing a glass of wine to Ted and a glass of water to Alexis. “What do you want?”

“I think what David means is it’s nice to see you both,” Patrick says, giving his husband a sidelong glare.

“Same thing,” David says breezily.

“Well, we actually do want to ask you to do something for us,” Ted begins cautiously. “It’s kind of a big favour, which is why we wanted to ask you guys in person.”

“Ohmygod,” David sighs, glaring at his sister. “You need a kidney, don’t you?” He shakes his head. “I told you they don’t grow back, Alexis!”

“What?” Patrick gasps.

“What?” Ted squeaks.

“Hmm?” Alexis hums innocently, placing a placating hand on Ted’s knee. She narrows her eyes at her brother. “No, David. My kidney is fine.”

Pavlova

“I like your costume,” David says kindly. The ballerina sniffles and wipes their nose with the back of their hand. To his credit, David doesn’t flinch, simply reaches into his pocket and withdraws a tissue, handing it over. “Pink is such a difficult colour for an autumn, but you wear it well.”

The ballerina looks at David, and Patrick watches as their eyes travel the length of his body—from his neatly laced Rick Owens high tops, his artfully ripped jeans, his skirt—and their eyes go wide and their mouth opens in a silent “oh” of surprise. “Thank you,” they say, dabbing gently at their nose with the tissue. “Um, I...I like your skirt.”

David smiles. “Thank you,” he says. “And who are you supposed to be?”

“Anna Pavlova,” the ballerina says. “She’s my favourite dancer.”

David nods appreciatively. “Mmm. Good choice. Pavlova is both my favourite dancer and one of my favourite desserts. I like a costume that celebrates both the performative and the culinary arts.”

I think I’m late to this party (as usual) so anyone who wants to participate, please do!!

#david rose #patrick brewer #david x patrick #sc fanfic #schitt's creek fanfic #schitt's creek fic #schitts creek fic #sc fic #schitts creek

[halfmaskshadow]

God isn’t ready for my new Video Game Conspiracy™ (and neither is my friend group, unfortunately) but maybe y’all are

(btw this is like a full essay so I’m adding a break)

Okay so Kingdom Hearts characters are often based on established Final Fantasy characters, right?

This is really obvious is some cases, like with Wakka, Tidus, and Selphie basically being directly ripped from their respective games and given island kid reskins

Or with Leon/Squall, Yuffie, Aerith, Cid, Cloud, and Sephiroth all being given reworked backstories and put in

But sometimes the inspiration is more subtle

Like with Larxene/Elrena being inspired by Elena

(Note the tie on Elrena and the EXTREMELY similar names)

Or with Axel presumably being based off of Reno, even being given a similar personality

And how they’re all part of shady organizations with a set uniform, vaguely spy inspired tactics, and unique weapons

(Also the orgs while “finding hearts and changing names because they feel like they changed too much kind of ties into some of ff7’s overall themes of identity and the way your allies/friends/family change the way you perceive yourself but that isn’t super important to this discussion)

What is important is this:

Look at Grimoire. Note Grimoire’s center part, long-ish hair, and the way his chin juts out a little. Puzzle over the fact that he’s a scientist adjacent. Let it stew in your brain for a bit

Now look at young Vincent. Look at the way his hair lays on his face. Look at his silhouette

These two remind you of anyone?

BOOM

Now any viewer hearing this might say “man they’re reaching. The evidence seems pretty superficial,” too which I say…. You know what that is totally fair. But rationally only stops me a quarter of the time and this is not that

Now we all know KH is Nomura’s baby, so he presumably did most of not all of the character designs. He’s also well known for doing the big character designs in Final Fantasy 7, so it doesn’t seem implausible for him to have taken some inspirations

Additionally, Re:Chain of Memories came out around a year after Dirge of Cerberus

(Original CoM came out like 2 years before, but it was in pixel art, and it isn’t crazy to claim they were in development/early concept at the same time. And who know, maybe Grimoire was based in Vexen/Even and not the other way around)

(The rest of this post is just extra info so you can skip it if you want)

I omitted adult Ienzo because he’s only in Unreal, and the switch had some pretty big facial structure changes for the org, as exemplified by Luxord

Also it might just be that older men were just Modeled Like That™ but it doesn’t really apply to the other org members so who knows

Anyway here’s a gallery of images that were omitted because they are either in totally different engines or just not relevant bcuz of time period

Anyway all this is to say there’s a decent chance Ienzo will look like THIS

in a future game

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

#game analysis #kind of #kingdom hearts #not art #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #vincent valentine #grimoire valentine #zexion #vexen #kh vexen #kh zexion #ienzo #kh ienzo #chain of memories #dirge of cerberus #ff7 spoilers #dirge of Cerberus spoilers #minor spoilers #not really spoilers but I’m being careful because of remake and the new fans it’s drawing in #btw doing all the image descriptions for this was hellish but I want this to be as accessible as possible #sorry for the over tagging I just want this to reach the right audience #long post #like really really long #btw I might be crazy but my first instinct upon seeing Grimoire was “omg Vexen” so I thought it was worth diving into a bit more

[vole-mon-amour]

3x10, part 1. Roy x Jamie edition.

boyfriends standing next to each other and Roy smiling so much that it can light up the entire room. i'm pretty sure it's Brett and not Roy & it's very curious how open they are with the background, allowing the actors some freedom.

WHY are they casually standing so close to each other though? what's going on? it's so unusual after we've been starved of that.

they're not doing anything & i'm still losing it a bit seeing them so close. Jamie/Phil is such big doe eyes with long lashes kind of person & it also does things to me. i love this look so much. the longer hair, the slit. ahhh.

this boy deserves the entire universe and be softly and passionately kissed by Roy Kent. Roy allowing himself to smile about Jamie and his success and his love for Jamie and "you're enough, you're enough, i promise you're enough" is playing in my head. all of those moment throughout the season and being mentally kept in a chest box from where they can never escape. i'm staying there with them.

look at how happy Jamie is. look at Roy's smile. look at them. they're in love, your honor.

I see you, Roy, touching him with your arm. I see you. you didn't have to do that. honestly, it's the little subtle moments like this. their body language. i have sooo many ideas for them. this pining.

what IS this? Jamie? JAMIE??? some days it's Roy pining after Jamie with his repressed feelings, and some days it's Jamie's crush on Roy resurfacing so clearly. my goodness, i am so deep into this & I wouldn't change it for any other ship. no, even for ot3. I'm pretty ok with just these two being in love. they. them.

i'm so in love with this awkward kid. the faces he makes. i am so incredibly happy we got Phil as Jamie. yeah, it's s3 & I'm still not over that. i love him so much. I'm sure this is also a thing for Roy, too.

i love Jamie so much, it makes me want to cry. HE'S SUCH A GOOD BOY. ;_; when is someone going to tell him that? Keeley? Ted? ROY?? Roy, get your head out of your ass and be all lovely to Jamie.

it's probably Keeley or Phoebe (or maybe Jamie, which I don't think will happen but maybe?? Roy flying out with Jamie??? as his 'coach'? that is some serious fic idea) but can we PLEASE get another yoga session? please???

THIS SEASON IS A FUCKING FANFIC. EVEN PHOEBE KNOWS WHATS UP. I am losing it. LOSING IT!! Also, I sense some roleplay with "Hello, Uncle Roy." I am literally screaming. losing all the hinges on my way to RoyJamie endgame, even if that happens in my head.

p.s.: Jamie/Phil is fucking ripped. those arms could destroy.

'you talk about him a lot" with Phoebe???? aka the most important person in Roy's life??? GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD. GOODBYE.

like, listen. in my wip i mentioned Roy and Jamie talking about Phoebe, and Jamie spending time with Phoebe, but????? IN CANON????? hinges lost, becoming shreds.

#natiswatching #ted lasso #roy x jamie #jamie tartt

[holding-monsters-hands]

absolutely loved the AM with a child!reader 🥺🥺🥺 but I'm curious!!! what if child!reader stumbles upon the survivors? how would they react and what would AM do? that type of stuff!!!

THIS IS A FUN ONE OOH

ID JUST LOVE TO SAY I ADORE RHIS CONTENT HEUGH,, like it feels nice to create an ideal father figure and just.. See a slightly healthier version of AM.

warning: Mentions of ellen’s miscarriage.

The survivors meeting child reader + AM’s reaction

The survivors:

YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS BENNY AND ELLEN ADORE YOU.

The others however, are a bit skeptical- how do they know this isn't one of AM’s tricks? Ted especially, refuses to go near you at first.

In fact he even scolds ellen for scooping you up into her arms so quickly.

“Oh but ted it’s just a kid! lighten up a little, they’re not hurting anyone.” she’d smile, lightly pinching your cheek.

I think she’d instantly go into mom-mode, you’d make her think of the baby she could’ve had. :,3

Though of course it wouldn’t take long for everyone (minus ted) to warm up to you, it’s been a long time since they’ve seen a kid!

Benny would happily give you piggy back rides, and would be the most protective of you out of the whole group.

Gorrister would be that fun, grumpy grandpa! Y’know the kind that tell you stories, bounce you on their knee, and ruffle your hair!

AM:

HE LOSES HIS SHIT

He doesn’t know where you are at first so he inspects the whole area from head to toe, until he hears your giggling and.. laughter from the survivors.

He immediately grabs you up in his cords, holding you tight against one of his monitors as he ‘glares’ down at the humans below.

“How dare you all lay your fingers on them! This child belongs to me, I should rip you all apart for your stupidity!”

However, upon feeling your tiny hands gently pat his screen- he calms, the sound of him deeply breathing in, before releasing a heavy sigh echoes within the room.

since you had so much fun, and because he’d rather not traumatize your developing brain with the sight of human torture- he lets them off the hook.

And hey, maybe you can convince him to let you see your new playmates again!

and you might just get ted to warm up to you eventually, maybe.

#i have no mouth and i must scream #papa am #ihnmaims benny #ihnmaims ellen #ihnmaims gorrister #ihnmaims ted #am ihnmaims