#eventual bae

[earthravenclaw]

Imagine being Colleen Holt. your entire family just. keeps mysteriously disappearing into space. except for your dog

[spaceyflowersart]

draw the squad stuff with the weak hero kids <3 + donald babysitting antics which i dont have the energy to finish lol

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[mayoiayasep]

sorry for being a bae lover in my defense if you’re going to show me a group of guys most of the time i’m going to end up loving them

[urrone]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @swaps55. Thank you!!

I have no idea who’s got something they’re working on, so consider yourself tagged by me if you want to post it. :)

I recently had a hankering to replay ME:Andromeda and I played as Scott and started having some ~thoughts~ about Sara Ryder waking up in a galaxy in which her brother is already famous. My version of the Ryders puts the fun in dysfunctional.

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By the time Sara wakes up in Andromeda, her little brother is already a legend. The pathfinder who rescued the other pathfinders, who found a way to make their busted golden worlds habitable again, who brought the krogan back to the Nexus, (because apparently they’d left), who found the missing arcs and brought their lost and hungry to their new home. 

Sara remembers when he ate playdough for fun. 

Then she gets kidnapped and he comes riding to the rescue in his souped up nomad with the whole pathfinder team and all the friends he’s made in Andromeda, laughing and cracking jokes while he faces down a robot so large it defies description. Turns out it’s not even the first one he’s seen. 

He’s confident and capable in ways Sara has never seen him be, in ways he’s never been with her, and she would never have expected the sharp pang of hurt that thought brings with it. Sure she’s only older by a minute, but that minute might as well have been a year. Mom used to call him Sara’s shadow because he’d move when she did. If she was action, Scott was reaction; he had always looked to her. She barely recognizes him now. 

She’ll give him this, by the time everything is over and Scott has saved the galaxy and she’s been cleared for duty (again), he offers her a berth on his ship and he doesn’t even look like he’s being forced by anyone to do it. She could always tell when his altruism to do things like share crayons or vid screen time was self motivated or when he’d been gently nudged by their mother. One was always easier to say yes to than the other. 

But Sara’s been part of a unit before, part of a team. People she’d thought would have stuck with her when—well. When it had mattered. But she’s never had anything like Scott has now. She wonders if he recognizes this motley crew as the family the Ryders had never truly been. 

It can’t last, nothing ever does. “No,” she says. She doesn’t try to explain but Scott doesn’t ask.

[bruxbea]

Idek what to call this, just a small blurb PreLandsmeet Pre-Landsmeet Denerim, Arl Eamon’s Estate Word Count: 957 Characters: Anora McTir, Alistair Theirin, Riordan, technically the entire crew

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In preparation for the Landsmeet like the big to do that it was, arl Eamon had sent for new clothes and dress to be commissioned for the Grey Wardens and their companions. Everyone was excited at the prospect of being in Denerim proper, amongst townspeople and regular food, not to mention proper beds and room service.

Morrigan would never admit it aloud but she had quite enjoyed browsing through the tailor’s binder of swatches and silks as the group picked out their would be attire. They had all but lost Leliana when his apprentice brought in a rainbow of resplendent ribbons by the spool.

The Landsmeet was going to be a bit of a party as it were, and they were the guests of honor.

Only, the Wardens themselves had yet to return from the Arl of Denerim’s estate, something that should have been a trivial task now seeming a growing risk they ought not have pursued. It was late and the companions had been up all night without sleep or talk, everyone sitting on razor's edge as the fire smoldered down to ash.

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No one is sure whose cry rings out the silence when Alistair approaches with the dawn, auburn hair catching the budding sun in a natural crown as Queen Anora herself runs haughtily abreast a bedraggled stranger sporting dual Griffons on his gear. They are exhausted: the two men covered in blood and bruised, while the Queen only a bit disheveled. Most notably of all they are short one Warden Mage. 

Anora catches her breath and explains: Amell has been arrested on her behalf and sent to Fort Drakon. The Queen blanches at the rooms combined glower, their outrage apparent enough to read. “She insisted we rescue you and as thanks you had her arrested?!” their faces say. She assures everyone Amell is safe among the guards and Templars stationed there. The companions rise one by one to leave the room without a word, as silent as a ripple across a pond. Anora looks to Alistair as he too prepares to leave. He stops near the door seemingly lost in thought. Over his shoulder he answers her pleading look.

“They will not hear you, your Grace. You’ve just sent our leader to yet another Tower.”

Anora starts forward, “Fort Drakon isn’t a Circle. When Father sees I am safe, Amell shall be granted her freedom and-” “You are blind Anora, by rearing or choice I will never understand.” Alistair interrupts with a bark. The Queen of Ferelden’s only response is to suck her teeth in surprise. 

The warrior turns to face the unkept Queen and stares her down with a fury she doesn’t recognize. Is this truly the same boy who cried when I took his doll in our youth? she thinks to herself, shying away the smallest of breadths. He’s taller than Cailan was now... “Hawthorne is an apostate mage, a Grey Warden, and an elf. She will be locked up and guarded among practiced torturers and those most faithful to your father, do you even know what you’ve done…how much danger…?” Alistair stops to breathe and steady his mounting rage. 

The others had returned, already kitted out for rescue. Box the mabari impatiently paces the hallway, growling at random as though the humans choose to waste time. Sten stoically joins him after a beat. It appears unanimous that they return to camp to plan their strategy. Alistair shakes his head and turns to face Anora. “She did this for you, you know…and for Cailan.” He says quietly. Anora Pales. “This whole time has been her trying to reason out you and your Father, no matter how much we may argue over it. As a child Loghain was her hero and you are ‘Queen to a nation of ingrates and Orphans’ as she puts it. She pities you Anora, and sympathizes your loss of Cailan. More than you seem to yourself.” “When I asked her why it was so important we rescue you from Howe she answered without hesitation, ‘Anora’s your family.’ as simple as that! The Sky is blue, water is wet, you and I are family, so risking her life for yours was of no question despite the risk of an apparent trap!” Alistair stops, realizing his voice has grown louder with every new example. Anora remains silent but focused, amazed at the ghostly familiarities she only now begins to notice as Alistair gathers what little belongings he had scattered about the room to hand to an anemically protesting Riordan who rests laid up recuperating on the sofa.

As the younger Warden prepares to leave with the others of his ragtag crew, Alistair first approaches the Queen, checking the straps and buckles on his armor as he turns to face her. He sighs as he tries to bring the conversation to a civil if not jovial end, hitching the massive dragon tooth maul over his shoulder and securing it in place across the plates on his back. 

“Well dear sister, we’re off to un-do your heinous fuckery most foul. Please do keep the kitchen lit and your pesky interfering father at bay. We shall return with our beloved mage or burn the entire city to the ground in her honor. You should know by noon. Oh and do please keep the kettle on, killing your father’s men is sure to be thirsty work.” he offhandedly says checking his breastplate, any attempt at verbal civility lying beaten unconscious on the floor in the process.

 Anora’s only response is to cluck her tongue in a way she thought lost since Ostagar. The Grey Warden and his posse take their leave.

Once again they have been invited to a party.

And they intend to arrive in style.

[procrastinatorrex]

iv.

“They all think you’re mad, you know.” 

The inn was busy, but not overly so. The locals were well used to the gaggle of archaeologists who frequented their local watering hole each summer, and Percy got cheerful nods from more than a few patrons as he settled beside the only member of his team who ate alone. 

Firelight played over Dr. Ambrose’s face, disappearing into his dark curls and flickering into shadows when it flitted into the hollows of his cheeks. The man had a strangely ageless face, Percy decided; except for a dusting of dark stubble, the skin was smooth; pale, and perfect, but he just didn't look young. There was a tension in the angle of his jaw and the line of his forehead that never seemed to quite fade. Those blue eyes seemed to always be looking at something just a little too far away for Percy to make out... Something about the way the man looked into the fire spoke of a knowing that could never belong to youth. And yet… 

“Maybe I am.” The Welshman sighed, breaking into Percy's train of thought. “they think you’re a bit mad, too. Looking for legendary kings and all. You’re walking a thin line.” 

“I’m not looking for Arthur.” Percy insisted. 

“No? I’ve been reading your papers, Dr. Chevalier. It’s not difficult to see what you’re getting at.”

“No.” Percy insisted, stubbornly. “King Arthur is clearly a myth, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t based on someone– maybe more than one someone. There is often truth to popular legends. They found the site of the battle of Troy, didn’t they? That doesn’t mean everything written about in the Oddessey actually happened. It’s a perfectly legitimate line of research.” 

“There is often more truth in legends than people realize.” Ambrose agreed, softly. Then he shook himself, as though clearing a daydream. “Still, you’re risking a lot for this particular legend.”  

Percy frowned. “I suppose that’s true. I know you met Lee and Eli when you came on, I’m sure he told you about our conversations. I  just– I have a feeling about this site. It’s turned up so much material. Everything we can date is very tightly dated to the same period, even within the same century, possibly, and it’s the right timeframe, in the right sort of place. I can’t just ignore that.” 

Dr. Ambrose was silent for so long Percy decided he wasn’t going to respond at all, then finally he sighed. “There’s no castle in that clearing.” He said. “I can promise you that.” 

Percy blinked. “No castle. You’re awfully confident. Are you sure you don’t just think that because you want to go off looking for your high status burial? You do seem to specalise in those.” He meant it as teasing, but the other man shook his head sharply. “It’s not about that. He’s there. I know he is. If you let me, I can find him.” 

“All due respect, Dr. Ambrose, you haven’t found another potential royal burial since the double internment in Neave. What makes you so sure you can find one here in Gloustershire?” 

“I know. This time, he will be there.” 

Percy tilted his head. “Why?” 

Now Ambrose looked at him, really looked, and the sadness in his eyes made Percy gasp. It was like looking into a well dug in a forgotten age– all smooth, timeless darkness, with no telling what lurked in the bottom. “Because you’re here. All of you are here in the same place, at the same time. It’s never happened like this before, Percival. There must be a reason.” 

“How– did you know my…” but Dr. Ambrose was moving, a sudden flurry of limbs and swishing jacket, and before he could finish the question the man had vanished into the crowd.  “... full name.” He finished lamely, talking to no one. “How does he just know?”

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 & Part 5

[shalegas34]

stock baes lore compendium

I've just finished rewriting a relic from the ancient times, bizarre love triangle, the final item on a very long list of projects to shore up and consolidate all my stock baes lore!

It's pretty out of date in terms of the style and themes, but I wanted to preserve it as it's the source of a lot of groundwork on which Sydmac backstory part II was built, which was in turn a big influence on TCIYD. The story has been modified heavily (only 90s kids remember the original posted to this blog) but the spirit of the beast lives on lol.

Without further ado, here’s the whole library of stock baes stories, developed and written over the course of 9 years(!!). Sometimes it’s incredible to think about this thing I’ve created and how it all started from a few dumb boredom sketches I did one day in 2015 :)

Macquarie was having a shit day (2016)

Sydmac backstory part I (2018)

Sydmac backstory part II: Don’t look back in anger (2020)

Take care in your dreaming (2020-22)

Steeltown: Libby was having a shit day (2022)

Bizarre love triangle (2023-24)

This will likely be the last stock baes post I make; it's been so much fun growing alongside these characters and watching them take shape over the years, but I feel like the series has drawn to a natural close and I'm looking forward to working on new projects. Forever in my heart <3

[asexual-levia-tan]

hmm

i had a dream i was helping satan pick a gift out for someone???

[milesedgy]

do you think taylor swift understands any of the things her fans say about her

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ spoil you, plug!eren

eren hated when you spent your own money, but you don’t listen.

thinking about the way plug!eren would take you on his drops with him. you were so quiet and in your own world, he never minded the fact that you had your freshly white painted toes resting against the dash of his mercedes AMG coupe. the entire car was blacked out with expensive ceramic tints, protecting you both from your usual…late night activities.

your glasses rested on the cute bridge of your nose as your left leg was sat in eren’s lap while your right rested against the dashboard. eren was lucky that he fucked with most of his customers heavy…you two had been waiting for the dude to meet y’all for nearly thirty minutes now, and had it been someone else, eren would have sped away long time ago.

eren comfortingly rubbed your baby soft feet in the grasp of his tattooed hand, one with beautiful realism art of your own eye. with a turn of his head, he could see you practically nose deep in the bright screen of your phone illuminating through the car. “you growing bored mama?” his voice is concerned. “ian think we was gonna be waiting this long on dude…my bad baby.”

you hadn’t said much since you’d gotten in the car, just wanting to hurry and add all of your things to your shopping cart on the skims website. “nah, ‘m just…trying…to do somethin’ real quick,” you bite your lip as you tap away on your phone. you were trying to add as many things to your cart before it was gone. “before this shit sell out.”

eren being the nosy boy he is leans against your shoulder to see what you were doing. but the moment he’d seen you type in numbers that belonged to what he knew as your own debit card, he kissed his teeth in annoyance. “man how many times i gotta tell you to stop using your card to go shopping bae?” you roll your eyes at his words. “i’m serious, you got all three of my cards on ya phone for a reason. fuck is you typing in your info for?”

don’t get him wrong, eren loved the fact that you were independent and knew how to handle money almost perfectly now that you were in your twenties. but being together with you for so long, he continued to step up with his provider capabilities by always taking care of you. whether it was paying your bills, rent—everything in between.

but of course it was a struggle when ms. i can do it all by myself meets mr. i know you can but let me do it for you

“because i’m spending like 600 dollars,” you point out to his previous question with an obvious scoff. “i’m not asking you for that.” eren mirrors your actions and rolls his eyes again.

eren looks at you as if you’re insane and suffered memory loss for the past four years you’ve been together. “babe…i make that shit in one night. actually—fuck a night—i make that shit in two hours!”

it wasn’t like he was lying either, with the way that eren was one of the only trusted plugs in town, it was very easy that he’d bring at least a band a night on a consistent basis. selling for almost six years was finally paying off.

you two hardly ever fought, but if you did, it was always about money. eren knew how long you’ve had to do things on your own physically and financially. you couldn’t go to your mom for help, you didn’t have a dad to beg, so it was all on you since you’d been 16. but now that he had eren, he’d just wish you’d let him take the burden of money of your shoulders and take care of you the way you take care of him.

after a few minutes, your boyfriend holds his hand out. you give him crazy eyes, but eventually follow orders by putting your phone in his hand. “don’t know how many times i gotta tell yo stubborn ass, forreal,” he grunted. “‘s never a problem spoiling my baby. you don’t ever ask me for nothing. let me feel useful and get you stuff, mama.”

with a sigh, you nod your head, like you always did. there was no way eren was gonna take no for an answer when it came to spoiling his wife.

in response, eren uses his free hand to delete your information and instead place the correct numbers—the information to his amex black card. all the money he has, he sits and does nothing with it, so why not buy you all the things you’ve never had before?

when you hear the chime of your phone confirming your order, eren hands you the phone back and goes to look out his dark window.

with your acrylics, you grab eren by the neck and slowly turn him back to face you. “thanks papa,” you gave him genuine eyes.

eren leans forward and pecks your lips. with a serious face, he pecks you one more time before wrapping his tatted fingers around your neck erotically. with a look in your eyes he tells you, “always tell me what you want, no matter how much, mama. you know daddy gonna get that shit for you one way or another, regardless.”

[chlorinecake]

✰ don’t give me that look | l.at oneshot

pairing: switch! producer boyfriend! anton x sub! f. reader

🇨​​💿 ​​🇳​​🇹​​🇦​​🇮​​🇳​​🇸 ꗃ SIZE KINK, kissing, lap sitting, tit & clit play, anton records a sex-tape in the studio, unprotected sex (back shots), roughly 1.8k words … !?

a/n: for @antonitty and her delusions - hope u like it bae !!

You sat idly on the studio couch, admiring your boyfriend from afar as he silently toggled with the sound desk, mixing a few rhythms.

Crossing your legs, you eyed him up and down, taking in the view of his focused frame.

“You’re pretty good at flicking and twisting those knobs, y’know?… I wonder how nice it’d be if you used that same energy to please me…”

He let out a soft breath, eyes still trained on the soundboard as he spoke, “Babe, you know I’d rather spend time with you… I just have to produce this track sample before tomorrow…”

“And then?…”

“I’m all yours,” he finished, flashing you a promising look through his shaggy bangs.

“Fineeee,” you agreed in a sarcastic tone, slightly rolling your eyes at him, “but can you let me try something on the record first?… it might help…”

Anton quirked a brow, turning to meet your face with his own intrigued one, “You mean like… singing?”

You simply nodded in response, just before promptly getting up from the couch to sit on his lap at the music desk.

He didn’t know what to do with his hands now that you were this close to him, so he simply rested them at each arm of the spinning chair.

“You might even learn a thing or two from me if you pay attention,” you went on, knowing that he’d smile at your playful words.

“Go ahead then, superstar… blow me away,” he whispered tauntingly, keeping his thighs firm as you adjusted yourself on top of him.

With his headphones secured around his head, Anton prepared himself to hear whatever it was that you wanted to add to the track project.

Pressing the red “record” button, you let the instrumental play for a few moments as you got a feel of the beat, this one sounding more R&B compared to his usually chill rhythms.

You started by toggling in a few bass notes on the drum-pad, watching Anton’s reflection in the soundproof screen ahead for any sign of reaction.

So far, he only bobbed his head slowly, still anticipating your next move.

That’s when you picked up the mic, bringing it to your lips and letting out the most pornographic moan you could muster.

Anton’s hands flew from the chair arms to take off his headphones, reaching forward to pause the track recording as you suddenly burst into a fit of giggles.

“Babe, what the hell?” He blushed, covering his face with one hand as butterflies rushed through his stomach, the sound of your moan replaying in his mind over and over, “this is serious, y’know?”

You turned around in his lap, taking in your boyfriend’s shy demeanor as you fought to hold back the laughter growing in your chest.

“What? Was it bad? I can do better if you want me to…,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes at him as he put his hands behind his head, slightly smirking at you despite the evidently nervous red flush of his cheeks, “you can even help me...”

“Don’t give me that look, ____,” he sighed, voice sounding a bit more raspy while still maintaining its usual softness.

Was it nerves?

Was he horny?…

Either way, it didn’t matter to you because he sounded so fucking hot right now—

“What look?” you pressed with a feigned expression of innocence before very intentionally wiggling in his lap a bit.

“Like you wanna be fucked,” Anton said with a wince at your actions, letting his eyelids fall slightly while looking down at you with a clenched jaw.

You couldn’t believe those words had left his mouth so smoothly, his confidence alone causing you to squeeze your thighs together, already feeling so eager for him…

You couldn’t handle it when he behaved so switchy with you… starting off all shy before gradually becoming more and more bold.

His eyes eventually wandered back to the soundboard, so you took it as an opportunity to change the subject.

“You never told me if it was bad or not,” you started in the silence, mind just now becoming aware of Anton slowly getting harder beneath you.

“Well,” he hummed, letting his hands leave his head and slip down to your hips, “it was a solid 50-50, if I’m being honest…”

You scoffed dramatically, an offended hand flying to your chest, “How so?”

“Because… I always love the sounds you make for me, but not when you force them…”

His grip on your hips was firm now, holding you in place before just barely rocking you against his lap in skilled motions.

Despite the simplicity of his actions, your body started to feel dizzy with desire, mind fogging up as his clothed tip continued grinding beneath your core.

“Anton—”

“Shhh,” he interrupted, the feeling of his breath below your ear making you internally shiver, a feathery yet steady groan escaping his lips.

“Can I try something now?” he asked breathlessly, even though the question sounded more like a declaration than a proposal of permission.

“Mhmm,” you nodded submissively, eyes feeling heavy as the warmth amongst your bodies only grew, thanks to how stuffy the studio was.

Clicking the sound desk back on “record,” Anton slipped his headphones over your head, feeling himself get even hotter at how cute you looked in this moment, his chunky earmuffs barely fitting around your much smaller head.

By now though, Anton had easy access to your lower half, given the high-pleated-skirt you decided to wear that day.

You almost felt like half of your body escaped to another planet when Anton’s touch started to wander lower, his hands practically covering the entire expanse of your exposed thighs given how big they were.

His breath remained steady in this moment, despite how his heart kept stuttering like a broken record.

Or perhaps, a sexually excited one…

The subtle movements of your legs helped Anton to shimmy your panties down past your hips, all the way down to your ankles, and eventually the floor.

You sat with your soaking wet core atop your boyfriend’s lap now, two of his fingers soon finding your clit in slow, circular motions.

The thing was, Anton had finally let his intrusive thoughts win, having wanted to get a genuine recording of your moans for a while.

The idea always meddled in the back of his mind whenever you pranced into the studio while he was working on beats…

However, the only issue now was that you were feeling a bit shy with the recorder on again…

“C’mon baby, lemme hear you,” the boy nearly begged, words sounding a bit mumbled with the way he was kissing along your neck.

“I know you want to,” he taunted, free hand sliding up to grope your left tit while his other hand continued toying with your pussy, “no wonder you wore this slutty skirt for me today…”

His voice… it practically intoxicated you… the way it sounded so pure yet so condescending at the same time…

“F-fuck,” you stammered with a moan, furrowing your brows as his fingers applied pressure to your clit, the other hand slightly pinching your nipple as he knew just how to get you to those pretty sounds that he wanted out of you.

“Good girl~,” he whispered in a cooing manner, “but I know you can do better than that…”

He guided you to stand up on your wobbly legs, his fingers meddling with your slick as he towered behind you.

And although your ears were still muffed with his headset, you could clearly make out the sound of his belt unbuckling with tingly clinks, your pussy only pulsing with need.

Before you could even beg to be fucked, you felt one of Anton’s hands hike up your skirt, the other forcing your back to arch over the sound board as his hard length pressed between your folds.

He was way too fucking big, but part of you liked the idea of him potentially breaking you.

It wasn’t easy, but your boyfriend eventually slipped himself inside, letting his tip tease along the ridges of your heat before picking up the pace, the soft pants and occasional groans from his body sounding loud and clear thanks to the headphones you wore.

There was also something about hearing your own moans so audibly on top of his… hearing how he turned you into a whiny mess so easily…

Anton’s hazy eyes met your fucked out reflection in the glass screen ahead, your own vision wandering off to the sound wave reader on his music board.

The way it’s lines heightened with each desperate moan that left your sweaty bodies did nothing but crazy things to the knot tightening in your stomach.

“Touch me, Anton,” you practically whimpered, voice coming out in small hiccups given how hard he was pounding into you.

His hands were already so tight around your waist, but your whiny request let him know exactly where you wanted him… where you needed that extra intensity.

He went to grope your tits, lifting your body away from the sound board with ease as the sight of his flexed biceps nearly made you drool.

The pace of his hips remained fast and controlled as he continued fucking into you, the tip of his cock reaching so deep that you’re sure you felt it in your belly button.

Looking down, Anton saw that the recording had reached just over 3 minutes, despite how your pussy desperately clenched around him, a clear sign that you were close to finishing.

His mouth was full of saliva, not even remembering to swallow given how pleasure drunk he was right now.

And somehow, you caught onto this, turning your neck at an angle and guiding his plush lips to kiss you, only a few seconds passing before he inserting his tongue, grunting into your mouth.

“You sound so pretty, baby,” he said in between kissing you sloppily, right before taking his headphones off your head and tossing them on the couch, still connected to the music desk by a thin black wire, “listen…”

He whispered the last word against your lips, maintaining the most gentle look in his eyes as he kept bouncing your ass on his cock.

You meant to say something, but the weak cries of pleasure kept stalling your speech, the words becoming a jumbled mess in your head.

Anton’s strength helped to hold up your shaky body just as you felt your release gush around him, a bit of it seeping onto his thighs as he continued thrusting.

It didn’t take long for him to cum after that too, a beautiful series of moans spilling from his lips as he panted over you, letting his hand slide away to end the recording.

The screen read ‘5:18s’ before Anton reached over to save the track, leaving both of you shocked that you even finished that fast together…

Still a panting mess, your boyfriend held your hips close to his, letting his weight fall back in the spinning chair with you on top of him.

“We should totally do quickies in the studio more often,” you huffed tiredly, leaning back against Anton’s chest as he hugged you close, still inside your pussy.

“Not that I’m disagreeing with you, but maybe after I install an air conditioner in here, we can plan something,” he smiled, not even bothering to wipe the sheen of sweat from his face that inevitably kept your hot bodies clung together.

Your hand found his, fingers idly toying with the rings he wore as he adjusted himself beneath you, “I should probably let you get back to work now since I’ve distracted you enough already—”

“Let’s just stay like this for a little longer,” he interrupted, almost yawning at how comfortable he felt buried inside you in this moment, “please?”

“Of course, superstar,” you replied playfully, nestling into his warmth and letting your eyes fall shut as you listened to the sound of his gentle heartbeat…

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[eddiesghxst]

hiii bae culd u plzzz plz write a short blurb abt innocent reader giving eddie head & absolutely loosing it & worshipping his balls🎀🎀🐇

ggrrrrrrr

you’ve sucked him off before. many times actually, it’s arguably one of your favorite pastimes, having his thick cock filling your mouth— because eddie can stave off an orgasm for hours and you’ve got a thing for having any part of eddie munson in your mouth.

you get so shy everytime you ask, it’s adorable. you’re all squirmy and soft spoken, asking to see his cock, asking if you can play with him like it’s not the only thing eddie is ever thinking about.

so you’re laying there between his spread thighs, tummy pressed into his messy bed sheets as you lazily mouth at his cock while he channel surfs.

he lets you do your thing, hardly pays any mind to you except for when he feels himself getting close and has to grip your hair to warn you to back off.

and because he’s hardly paying attention to you, he doesn’t notice how soft your eyes get, glazed, spaced out and low, blinking slowly as you just make out with his cock.

you want him everywhere. need to taste every inch of him. you don’t realize what you’re doing as you slowly descend, but eventually you’re rolling your tongue over his full balls. soaking them in spit and precum, lulling your eyes closed as you nuzzle into him, nose pressed against salty wet skin.

eddie taps in then. jolts when he feels your warm mouth suckling his balls, so wet and sloppy and greedy. he’s shocked, almost wants to pull you off and ask how your greedy little whore mouth got there, but then you’re sucking his full sack into your mouth and eddie’s eyes are rolling.

his thighs open wider, hips shifting up to give you easier access as you fucking devour him— it’s like you want to suck his cum out straight from the source.

you spend as much time as you can there until you run out of breath and part with a wet gasp, strings of spit bowing and snapping onto his thighs and your lips.

and he smells so fucking good like this. so raw and full of sex, you can’t stop yourself from pressing your nose into his balls, nosing up and rubbing your lips against him.

“f-fuck, you’re so fucking dirty. you like that? you like having my balls in your face?” he teases.

you whine, shifting against his sheets as you sloppily mouth at his full and heavy sack.

“yes daddy, love your balls— so much…” you shakily breathe— so fucking out of it.

eddie doesn’t last a second longer, he comes in thick ropes of white, splattering across your cheek and forehead, cursing your name and calling you a dirty slut.

it’s safe to say, that isn’t the last time eddie’s balls end up in your mouth <3

[sarcki]

No because actually @endermagpie

I have an AU in my head where bills original plan was to do the same thing he does in the show but he genuinely falls in love with Stanford. At first he tries to convince him that taking over the world together would be great but Ford doesn’t like it (of course) and bills like “…fineseeee 🙄” and just … doesn’t, because bae said no.

Ford still has a hard time trusting him after he finds out but he eventually learns Bill is being for real about the whole giving up his plans to take over the world thing. (Somewhere along here bill tells ford his real backstory) And ford decides to finish building the portal so Bill can have a new home and they can start a real relationship together.

Bill learning to be a be a better person decides that Stanford should try and reconnect with his twin, (“I lost my family trying to do something great. I can’t see it happened to you too”)

when the young mystery twins are born Bill immediately falls in love with the little gremlins (he sings the lullaby his mother used to sing to him to them)

Bill says once everyone he loves in this dimension dies he’s going to take over the world, (he says it to Cope with the thought of ford dying) but it never happens because even though ford and the twins did eventually die the pines family keeps living on And Bill can no longer find it in himself to destroy something that once was “his” (fords)

Although Bill no longer closely interacts with the Pines after so many generations, everyone in the family knows that there is a Guardian watching over them ⭐️

I just love Eldridge horror that can destroy the world x random mortal that makes them not want to ❤️

[yagirlraee]

cont: smut, p in v, fingering, oral (f), choking, overstim, biceps, spanking

husband!shiu who doesn't let you lay A FINGER on his cigarette, he doesn't want your pretty lungs getting ruined.

husband!shiu who tried to make you quit your job when you two got together, claiming his girl shouldn't have to stress about things that "don't matter."

husband!shiu who, surprisingly, has maroon silk sheets in his bed. (sexy am i right)

husband!shiu who buys you EVERYTHING you ask for, and things you don't ask for too.

husband!shiu who always pays for your nails, hair, makeup, etc. even though he says you don't need it.

husband!shiu who calls you doll, pretty girl, babe, love, honey, and many more.

husband!shiu who always lets you use his card, in fact most of the cards in your wallet aren't even yours, they're his.

husband!shiu who was so short-tempered after work, and decided to take it out on you.

NSFW

"shiu, s-slow down. 's too much." you whine, blearily eyed.

husband!shiu who is between your legs with half-lidded eyes, licking all your juices up like a man who hasn't eaten in DAYS. all while he has his fingers knuckle deep in your small pussy.

husband!shiu who has you in reverse cowgirl with his bicep around your neck, choking you and making you arch your back.

husband!shiu who slaps your sensitive pussy every time you whine, making it harder for you (and him) to last.

husband!shiu who laughs in your neck when you beg for him to slow down, there's no way he can with your soft walls squeezing him so tight.

husband!shiu who eventually changes positions to missionary after making you cum so much with the last one.

husband!shiu who has your legs over his shoulders, while his dick is ramming into you harder and harder. all while he's rubbing your clit vigorously.

husband!shiu who after several round carries you bridal style to the bathtub for a nice warm soak, with bubbles of course.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

a/n : might not be posting a lot this week, sorry baes 🥲

[mygnolia]

sunghoon when you’re sick

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader headcannons!

cw: cursing, mentions of chicken noodle soup (the food not the song), married life, getting sick/colds, hoonie my bae

wc: 1k

- okay so i feel like because he’s on the ice a lot

- he’s cold

- like in en-o-clock ep 20 behind he said it had been a while since he was on the ice so he was cold but that just means whenever he’s performing he’s not cold or not that cold at least

- and he’s acclimated to ice rink temperatures right?

- (and self projecting here but i myself am very cold all the time and it takes me a long time to get warm but i never get hot-?)

- so i feel like maybe one day its raining

- or the heater is broken and you have to suffer

- and you’re both on the bed, scrolling through your phones, but you’re shivering

- but sunghoon’s used to it

- only issue? he is not a raging furnace

- he’s a block of ice

- “sunghoon i’m cold.”

- “y/n, i can’t help you.” he’s just honest w/ everything atp

- “yes you can! cuddle me.” and you’d forcibly grab his arm and tangle urself with him

- you come to the very shocking realization that sunghoon is literally colder than the temperature outside.

- you pull away IMMEDIATELY and scowl at him

- he shrugs as if to tell you “i told you so.”

- he’s not offended he just accepted that he will never be warm

- man knows you’re just trying not to become the ice cube that he is

- omg sunghoon emotional brick and ice cube look at my…shape skills go

- so you’d go back to becoming one with the blankets but it doesn’t work and you’re like “hoonie :((“

- “yes dear.” sunghoon rolls his eyes, looking over at your covered figure nonetheless abd adjusts your blankets for you

- “can we cuddle, the blankets aren’t working :((“

- sunghoon probably gets an eye workout with how many times he rolls his eyes

- but he… L words u…so “okay. come here.” and he puts his phone down on the nightstand and gives you a hug

- internally he would laugh at your antics but he knows you’re just cold and he obviously wants to help but

- mans literally -2 degrees in body heat idk what to tell u

- but after a while you warm up the blankets EVENTUALLY get hotter

- u probs fell asleep and your body heat increased so you’re warm now

- he falls asleep too

- u end up with a COLD and he’s fine btw

- through the coughs and sniffles you blame him for not being your personal fireplace

- he goes “we slept together???? and you cuddled me??? for three hours??? fyi you could have gotten more blankets”

- ‘why can’t this man just spoonfeed u chicken noodle soup like a good bf’

- “can i at least have a kiss?” you pout at him underneath your blankets, even though the heater is in perfect working condition, and sunghoon feels himself falling harder for you everyday

- you are just so DAMN!!! CUTE!!! he can only handle so much until he says fuck it and puts a ring on ur finger

- omg married life with sunghoon or wtv…. NOT blushing

- “no. i’m going to get sick if I kiss you too.”

- “I AM SO SICK OF U!” /j

- ur stupid play on words makes him laugh and he gives in w/ a small peck :>

- even though ur hating him for not being cute and cuddly he just can’t get sick

- he has a competition coming up! sunghoon can’t be under the weather when he’s already under ur spell >:

- “take your medicine goddamnit” but it’s lovingly scolding you as he pushes the weirdly cherry flavored liquid down and follows up with a cup of warm water

- always has tissues on hand

- you’re in the car? tissues. you’re in the kitchen? no babe don’t use the paper towels to blow your nose it’s too rough on your skin

- if you want to cuddle he will say no

- I MEAN EVERY OTHER TIME HE JUST SITS THERE AND LETS U DO WHATEVER U WANT

- “guess this is my life now”

- “i can’t believe you won’t cuddle with me :(“

- “i cant believe you got sick despite hugging me and still having three blankets.” NO CHILL

- sunghoon simultaneously makes fun of you but will take care of you

- if he’s not home expect a sticky note or a voicemail

- “ahh, sorry for ringing your phone so early, i hope you’re getting your sleep <33 just wanted to call and make sure you drink the water in the bottle next to you, i warmed it this morning before i left for practice, and there’s some food in the fridge that jay brought over yesterday. hope you feel better soon i love you”

- alexa play fighting bleeding losing…no matter what i do by txt

- yeah he’s so sweet he’d stop the teasing bc he knows you hate being sick and doesn’t want to make it worse for you

- sometimes you wake up and you literally can’t breathe??

- breathing through nose era when!! /j

- you’d try to get your work done, hoon alr called sick days off for u but you have nothing to do at home so you get your laptop

- “Hi honey,” Sunghoon greets from the doorway, quickly kicking off his shoes and entering your bedroom. “I brought you some tea, Heeseung said it would help you since his mom gave it to him. Do you want some right now?” You nod, coughing with the quick and unexpected movement of your head.

- Sunghoon comes back with a steaming cup of warm golden tea, and blows on the top before letting you take a sip. “Be careful, it’s hot.” And you dismiss his words before you’re hissing at your burned tongue.

- u don’t catch a break huh

- you finish the cup of tea by the end of the night and sunghoon comes to give u a little forehead kith before telling you to sleep

- tmr u wake up and you can BREATHE again

- which gods did this why do you finally feel like a functioning human being

- ANYWAYS THOUGH!! Sunghoon’s competition is in two hours you don’t have time to waste hello?

- Outfit with hoodie, giant puffer jacket, and a turtleneck, and the thickest pants known to mankind

- driving to the rink where he’s competing and watching him with a giant lovesick grin without him knowing you’re there

- you give him a hug when he’s done

- happy at first and loves to see you, but wants to make sure you’re okay

- You both go home and he’s like “half of that outfit is mine.”

- yeah. he’s not wrong. anyways.

- celebratory dinner! he kisses you many many times thanking you for coming out to see him

- happy to finally cuddle again, holding you close now they you’ve recovered

- he got sick the next day.

—

f for sunghoon. thank you.

[janitorhutcherson]

olderbfyandere!mike schmidt

surprise, bitches!!! im giving yall a lil taste of some more writing. im not really on hiatus (obvi, i post every 5 minutes) but i've been sooooo busy that i haven't been able to post half as much. with that being said, here are some more in depth headcanons ab yandere!mike. :p could not have done this without @futturmand literally helping me (coming up w/) most of these. thank u bae.

warnings: drugging, violence, sex, daddy kink, abusive tendencies

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olderbfyandere!mike schmidt was kinda an asshole. to his coworkers, random customers at the mall, anybody who came too close to you, and yes, even sometimes to you. he was the kind of guy who had a semi-permanent grimace on his face. the corners of his mouth would turn into smiles typically only when he was with abby or you two were alone and he could let his guard down. of course, even then, the moment you caught an attitude, that grimace would appear right back on his face. his demeanor was typically gruff. he was the kind of guy most people didn't want to mess with. this meant any male coworkers around you would be tested their fate to even glance at you the wrong way and god forbid mike saw one of them brush something off of your shoulder. that would truly be the end of them.

olderbfyandere!mike schmidt is very obsessive over safety. after losing garrett, he has this urge to do nothing but to protect. this means that mike is the type of guy to want your location at all times. not only that, but he wants to know what you're doing, who you're with, and what time you'll be home. he expects a text when you leave, a text when you get there, an hourly check-in, then a text on your way home. it brings him a sense of peace, knowing where you are. he watches life360 obsessively when you're not in his sight, watching your little bubble move through wherever you may be. he's constantly checking the speed of the car you're in, occasionally stalking your friend's instagram stories to see where you are. he's overprotective to the extent that it can be overbearing, but at the end of the day it's endearing knowing he cares that much.

olderbfyandere!mike schmidt uses the fact that you're younger than him to manipulate you. he's less about violence or anything physical and instead uses his words. he will constantly remind you how helpless you are without him, how he has so much more life experience than you. he'll point out randomly when you mention not knowing how to do something, saying something like, "see, babydoll, where would you be without me? that's right, nowhere. you need me to take care of you." he's also the kind of guy to eventually make you financially dependent on him if he could ever afford it. he would never put you in that spot until he was comfortable enough to do so, though, meaning it might be a loooong time before that ever happened.

olderbfyandere!mike schmidt treats you less like a partner and more like a little sibling, kinda like he treats abby. as strange as it is, he also feels a paternal instinct to protect you. it comes from his deep-rooted feelings of abandonment. he lost garrett, his mom, his dad, and sometimes he feels like abby hates him. he loves that you listen to him, that he can command you to do something and you'd be so good for him. he absolutely adores being able to control different aspects of your life, making you completely reliant on him. it makes him feel special and needed, which he hasn't felt in a very long time. he loves nothing more than when he gets to scold you almost like a parent, your eyes falling to the ground, that adorable wounded puppy look he loves so much taking over your face.

olderbfyandere!mike schmidt is incredibly clingy and touch starved. he wants to have a hand on you 24/7. forget having personal space, because you are not getting it with him. he'd follow you around, watching you everywhere you'd go. his hands would grip onto your hips so tightly sometimes it'd feel like they were glued to them. he'd always have his arms around you, kissing at your neck, nipping in a way you felt shouldn't be shown in public. mike didn't care, he wanted everyone to know you belonged to him in every single way. he controlled you, and if he wanted to embarrass you and turn your face red by leaving purple marks on your neck in the middle of a shopping plaza, then so be it. you would take it or be punished.

olderbfyandere!mike schmidt who of course uses his sleeping pills on you when you're being a little brat. he isn't violent with you for the most part except for the rare occasion when he will hold you down onto the bed until you'll listen, but otherwise he opts for something simpler. when you're being a little too frustrating for him, going against his every command or you're not feeling like being held, mike will simply crush up his sleeping pills, slip them into your water. he's careful with you once you doze off, never abusing you in any way. all he will do is tuck you into your shared bed and hold your body in his arms, whispering sweet nothings as you're off in your own sweetly drugged up world.

olderbfyandere!mike schmidt would most definitely have a thing for being called daddy. sorry guys, it had to be said. hot take, i guess. considering he did want to protect you so thoroughly, he loved when you'd call him daddy. it made him feel like your protector, like you knew he was the one that did everything for you. it was so crazy how such a simple word could change his whole day. he loved hearing it fall out of your lips as he'd brush through your hair or wash your body off in the shower. "thank you, daddy," you'd hum and he'd grin ear to ear. "you're welcome, babydoll," he'd always say, pressing a kiss to your forehead.