#dave x ted

[lilpuffyart]

Just remembered I never shared these

Dave from 2001 aso x Ted from ihnmaims (Tave) crack ship that I love (tysm socks for sharing ur brainrots with me 🙏)

[moonlightspencie]

luna’s masterlist

(i write for criminal minds, supernatural, harry potter, and that’s about it for the time being, but MORE IMPORTANTLY i do take requests)

CRIMINAL MINDS

SUPERNATURAL

MARAUDERS/HP

drabble masterlist here!

Miscellaneous Characters Below:

Dave Lizewski

do it for me: "Study dates become much more fun when Dave's partner invites him to her bedroom" (2.7k words: SMUT)(fem!reader)

Tangerine

honey, i’m home: “Tangerine misses his girl after a long job. (1.3k words: SMUT)(fem!reader)

Ted Lasso

Help Me Hold on to You: “Ted and the reader struggle with balancing mental health and everyday life. (Based on The Archer by Taylor Swift)” (8.9k words: ANGST AND FLUFF)(fem!reader)

Speak Now: “You’re not usually the type of girl to barge in on a white-veil occasion… but the officiant did say ‘speak now’” (2.5k words: FLUFF)(gn!reader)

[ihateloginwallsfuckyou]

No cuz why did i make this

[ozarkthedog]

In reference to that college rivals anon, do you think Dave & Ted were in the same frat? Because that would explain some things… 👀

Now I’m just thinking about their fraternity paddles and how they would use them in the worst ways possible 🙃

forgive me for the keyboard smash of thots - 18+

for the sake of my horny brain, they were most definitely in the same frat.

Ted and Dave both participated in the same hazing ritual, hence why and how they formed this odd bond and made a game of trying to outdo one another all throughout college.

They'd take turns holding the frat paddle during co-ed parties, swatting unsuspecting men and women as they walked by.

Whoever was leading in fuck points would keep the paddle propped by his bed (always within arms reach for proper use) until it was time to give it up to the rightful leader.

Dave and Ted sometimes shared the rights and tossed the paddle back and forth while a girl was on hands and knees between them.

Ted was reckless with the paddle, swatting with vigor while Dave murmured sweet nothings in the girls ear. Ted loved spinning the paddle in his fist between every hit, making the girl squirm wondering when he'd strike next.

Dave would shove his fingers in her mouth to hush her moans while her ass swelled with tender welts before Ted had enough and tossed the paddle to his friend.

Dave was extremely precise when it came to using the paddle.

Even though he always thought it was a silly frat thing, he carried it with honor and doled out swats respectfully. After every smack with the harsh wood, he'd soothe and sweetly torture the welt with a delicate hand.

He never hit the same spot twice until he was done marring every inch of virgin skin. He got off on the control and accuracy of making whoever was on the end of the paddle writhe with aching pleasure.

[xx1zzycatastroph3xx]

H3Y COOL K1D 1S TH1S YOU

[97keanu]

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳It's been a moment, but I would love to hear any requests/thirsts that are holiday/winter themed <3

[oscar-wilde-thing]

I have a theory I need tested. Please reblog this so I get as much reach as I can.

[s1eep-o]

guess who’s back 🔥🔥🔥🔥 send in those requests!! (dw i’m working on some old requests as well)

[baronessvonglitter]

It's that time of year! I have compiled a little list of the fics I've read since September that have altered my brain chemistry and would recommend to anyone looking for a good laugh, a spicy read, or a titillating tale. (I have marked some of these as 'series' even though they may just have multiple parts. I am very lazy and will not apologize for it.)

Please take the time to check these out, give the authors some love, and read more of their work. 🤎

Close Encounters of the Corn Kind ~ Dieter Bravo x Female Reader ~ by @whocaresstillthelouvre

Cosmic Kiss ~ Alien!Joel x F!reader ~ by @clawdeewritesfanfic

decisions ~ Dave York x fem!reader ~ by @laligraves

devil's advocate ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @joelsdagger

Down Bad ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @schnarfer

Fires at Midnight ~ Lucien Flores x f!Reader ~ by @inept-the-magnificent

Good Luck, Babe ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @schnarfer

Heaven is Hell ~ Demon!Dieter Bravo, Angel!Marcus Pike x OFC Emma ~ by @inept-the-magnificent

Hot Date ~ stepdaddy!Roman Roy x f!reader ~ by @strang3lov3

Keep Quiet ~ Tim Rockford x f!reader ~ by @auteurdelabre

Lies, Excuses and Bullshit ~ Exboyfriend!Dave York x f!Reader ~ by @bitchesuntitled

lights, camera, action ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @noceurous

Make it Stick ~ Old!Joel x Reader ~ by @gutsby

My Kink is Karma ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @alltheirdamn

Never made it as a wise man ~ joel miller x f!reader ~ by @almostempty

The Night of the Concert Pt. 2 ~ dbf!Joel x fem!reader ~ by @ienjoywritingfilth

October 31 ~ Joel Miller x fem reader x Tommy Miller ~ by @milla-frenchy

On the Nature of Daylight ~ Din Djarin x f!Reader ~ by @lady-bess

Our Little Secret ~ dbf!Joel Miller/Reader ~ by @pearlessance

Physics in Practice ~ stepfather!Reed Richards x student!f!Reader ~ by @sanarsi

Practice Makes Perfect ~ Ted Garcia x f!Reader/You (no y/n) ~ by @notjustjavierpena

Private Eyes ~ Jack Daniels x private investigator!f!reader ~ by @syd-djarin

proud to be yours ~ Marcus Acacius x f!reader ~ by @ace-turned-confused

Repenting ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @sizzlingcloudmentality

The Ring ~ Dave York x f!babysitter (university age) ~ by @ienjoywritingfilth

Roommates (series) ~ pornstar!Joel x f!reader ~ by @punkshort

Saving What Was Lost (series) ~ pre oubreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader ~ by @mermaidgirl30

Savor ~ Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x f!reader ~ by @sunshinehaze1

Sex Pollen Din Djarin one-shot ~ Din Djarin x f!Reader ~ by @auteurdelabre

So Say Goodbye ~ Marcus Pike x f!reader ~ by @sunshinehaze1

A Step Into Hell ~ Stepdad!Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @aurorawritestoescape

Strike (series) ~ No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @secretelephanttattoo

Sweat ~ Frankie Morales x fem! able bodied reader ~ by @sawymredfox

Three's a Crowd ~ Tommy Miller x f!reader x Joel Miller ~ by @pearlessance

Too Good to be True ~ Frankie Morales x f!reader ~ by @almostempty

Trick or Treat? ~ Dark!Frankie Morales x Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!Dave York F!Reader ~ by @morallyinept

Waiting Game (series) ~ dbf!Joel x Reader ~ by @gutsby

The Way to a Great Wide Somewhere ~ beast!Din Djarin x f!reader ~ by @myownwholewildworld

what the hell is wrong with Tim? ~ Tim Rockford x f!cop reader ~ by @beefrobeefcal

What Was I Made For? ~ Frankenstein AU Tim Rockford x fem!reader ~ by @604to647

You look like a fun place to sit ~ Neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader ~ by @itwasntimethatdidit40

2 Sweet 4 Me (series) ~ Dieter Bravo x AFAB reader ~ by @eff4freddie

6 PM ~ Joel Miller x fem reader ~ by @milla-frenchy

dividers by @kodaswrld 👑

[ghostbustting]

HAII I LOVE YOUR WRITING SMM 😋😋 I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD WRITE A DAVE MUSTAINE SMUT?? I IMAGINE THE PLOT BEING READER AND DAVE CREATE A SEX TAPEE :3 IF NOT THAT ONE YOU CAN DO FAMOUS SINGER!READER AND DAVE MUSTAINE SECRETLY DATINGG :3 🫶🏻 alright thanks for listening to my Ted talk

loved both ideas so much, so i decided to combine them (turned out way longer than I intended to write 😭)

╰┈➤“𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳„ ๋࣭

Dave Mustaine x Singer!Reader

Contains Smut.

Camera flashes my way as I walk out of the building, a forced smile painted on my face, trying to push myself past the people asking questions and their annoying cameras. There were people calling out my name, trying to get my attention here and there. They push and push through the other people, their mind careless as they all continue to swarm over me.

Sunglasses were a must in these conditions, like a shield to my eyes from those horrible flashes of lights that can blind my eyesight. They were also convenient in hiding the look of annoyance I hold behind my eyes.

I could barely see the path I am walking on, the vision of my destination in front of me was blocked by them as well. Not to mention how much their presence here are decelerating my walk, almost like a living barcade, preventing me to leave.

My own name fills my ear. At this point, at least they didn't hear how many irritated sighs I let out.

A lady who seemingly work at a news station, or just coincidentally own a microphone and dresses professionally, shoves a microphone my way as she ask me the question of, "Are you releasing anything new soon?"

The sudden appearance of the microphone caused me to flinch the slightest bit. Yet I force myself to smile, leaning down to the microphone to answer, "Uh.. yes, a new album's coming on July—"

I was cut off when footsteps storms their way into the swarm of people. Looking up, I found the culprits to be these four guys; long hair, tall, chicks in their arms, and famous enough to pull some of the people's attention away from me. More specifically, they are Megadeth.

When one of their shoulder collided with mine– obviously intended, I was pushed away a little, giving them more space to do their not necessarily dramatic walk. It wasn't really hard for me to find out that the one that bumped their shoulder into mine was none other than their lead singer, Dave Mustaine.

What people saw when he bumped into me was the interview he had not long ago. That redheaded man was saying how music like mine is unnecessarily famous, even mocking the way I was singing and all. That interview was taken when I had beat him in a nomination at an award show. I was grinning all night that time.

But what I saw when he bumped into me was different. I was focused on the paper he slipped right into my hand the moment our shoulders meet, an act so small and sneaky yet an act so big if any of the people around caught onto it and the fact that he wrote his hotel room number in it.

Once they walk away, I smile to myself and chuckle, looking back at the lady that was asking a question. "Well, there goes Megadeth and their dramatic entrance." I laugh softly.

By the time I answer two more questions, I manage to skedaddle away and into a taxi, having most of the people to be pulled away by the charming mighty Megadeth. But I guess Dave just knew how much I didn't like interacting with paparazzi.

There's in fact a lot of things that Dave knew about me actually.

My favorite color.. my favorite animal.. my favorite artists.. my hobbies.. the perfume I wear.. the way I laugh.. the shampoo I use on my hair.. the things I hate.. the taste of my lips..

Too many things, perhaps.

Yet all those things had to be kept behind doors, whenever we have the time to be alone. Just the two of us. Not a single bandmate of his. Not a single paparazzi. No one else. Just us and our little secret.

By the time the taxi stops at my destination, I step out of the yellow coloured car and look up to see the tall building in front of me, windows of hotel rooms seen up there, one of those windows belonging to Dave Mustaine's hotel room.

"You came."

The man stood there in front of me, having previously opened up the door of his hotel room to my knocks. He was wearing a white button up shirt, the only buttons on being the three last ones, the rest on the top unbuttoned and giving me a peek of his chest. His belt was on, yet unbuckled, just resting loosely around his waist.

Looking up, I'm met by a precious grin on his face as he look down on me, leaning his side against the doorframe.

"You begged me to."

I return his grin the same way he was wearing it, almost as if we were looking into a mirror— just that our reflection's a different person's body. A beautiful chuckle of his fill my ears as he stood straight again.

His hand rose up, reaching out in the air between us, a silent ask for my own hand to be placed on top of his spread out palm.

Willingly, I place my hand on top of his and let him wrap his fingers around my hand, his touch gentle yet with a sense of possessiveness behind it as he slowly take me inside of his hotel room. That hand of his trails up my arm until he wrap his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to his body as we walk further in.

My body against his, I can smell the fragrance on him with our proximity as we walk.

"Is that.."

"-Your perfume? Yeah. Obsessed with it."

I turn my head to look up at him, finding him still staring at me with such focus, the grin on his lips becoming softer now. The way he spoke his words so simply yet so genuinely are always able to shoot butterflies right into my stomach. But with that look in his eyes as well is just way too much for me to handle.

As we approach the bed, I return the smile on his face. He slowly bring me with him as he lay down on the bed, kicking his shoes off, my own heels following after his shoes.

We lay down on the bed, his head resting on the pillow while mine was on his chest, the beat of his heart pressed against my ear, my arm over his stomach as his lips place kisses on my head, arms wrapped around me.

For a moment it stays like that, just silent moment with him showering me in kisses, my mind focused on how slightly fast his heart was beating, my fingers fiddling with his hair I've grown to be oddly obsessed with.

Dave's voice was soft as he spoke up to me, "How was your day?" He asked me, one of his hand coming up to run his fingers through my hair, moving some strands out of my face as he leans down to kiss my cheek.

"Same as everyday." I sigh, twirling a strand of his hair using my finger. His lips continue to place kisses all over my face, an act I've loved so dearly, yet also an act that we couldn't put on display out of the closed door.

He chuckled softly and focused on kissing my jaw, my breath becoming heavier just the slightest bit from the way his lips rubbed up and down my jaw. "Fame, right? Fun but tiring." He mumble against my skin.

I hummed at his words, a silent agreement, my fingers brushing his hair as he continue to kiss me all over.

That's when he moved to my neck and his kisses becomes way more sloppier, my skin feeling partially wet from his messy kisses. "Dave.. what are you doing?" I giggle softly, feeling his teeth grazing my skin as he bite down a small hidden mark right below my ear.

"Missed you... all day long.." He mumbled. His hands trails down to hold my waist, his grip firm as he caress my body through my dress, feeling me all over. Yet I knew right through his touch that feeling my body with this dress as a barrier from my skin was not the same to his liking.

"Hey, listen.." Dave pulled back, a wider grin on his face now. A grin of mischief. A grin of trouble.

Preparing myself for whatever his idea was, I took a deep breath and smile softly at him as his mouth opens yet again, he spoke slowly. "I have an idea. Something you can take your mind off to."

My eyebrow raised, a small curiosity rises in me as his words managed to take hold of my interest. How bad could this be anyways? Besides, I don't mind a little distraction from all the fuss I had today.

A small chuckle manage to escape my lips as I tilt my head, rolling my eyes in amusement. "I'm in." The moment I said those two simple words, a glimmer was seen inside those beautiful eyes of his, a glimmer of excitement, knowing I was willing to do what he have to offer.

Wasting the night just feels right with him. No matter if we do something stupid, or absolutely useless shit, he just knew how to make me feel like the most important and seen person in the whole universe. Like I was here, a precious possession of his.

Dave was just.. the biggest jerk, idiot, and sweetheart all at the same time.

And that's why minutes later after our conversation, I was on the bed still. Yet this time, the elegant dress that once covered up all the inappropriate areas of my body now tosses aside, like it has some other nights before this one. His own shirt and pants accompanying my dress on the floor.

I watch patiently from the bed to where he was standing, his focus for a while solely on the camera he was handling, pulling up a chair and placing the camera there in order to keep it steady, just close by the bed, the lens catching our bodies just perfectly on the bed.

"I swear to God.." I sigh and stare at Dave, pointing my finger at him. "If this gets out and my reputation's over, you're dead, Mustaine."

He laughed out loud, no doubt finding my fear of our little movie getting leaked amusing, as if that's what he was aiming for at the first place. "Yea yea, just shut up and be sexy for the camera, won't you? I need this to jerk off to." He winked. I'd be lying if he wasn't being idioticly smart with his words despite rolling my eyes in annoyance.

With a press of the record button, the camera starts catching each and every one of our moves, the thought and realization hitting me like a ton of bricks and made my heart start beating faster.

I can't help but also rethink the thought of getting this tape leaked, the thought of the public actually knowing how this man takes care of me and make me feel... the thought of the girls wanting him seeing me being the woman he worship.. It makes me press my thighs together, unable to deny the soaking spot right in the middle of my panties.

I was soon snapped out of my thoughts when Dave gets back on the bed, hovering over me, his eyes gazes upon my almost completely bare body with such lust and excitement, the tension of his gaze struck right through me and into my soul.

My breath becomes heavier the moment his hand reached up and cupped my right cheek, his thumb moving to gently stroke my skin in a circular motion, a motion I wish he was doing to my aching clit down there.

He leaned down, his lips immediately finding mine and connecting with such ease, our eyes fluttering close as I wrap my arms around his neck and pulled him into me even more, wanting to be one with him, to merge souls with him, to be connected forevermore until the end of the multiverses.

With our lips still focusing on each other's, his hands trails to my back, his fingers reaching out to unclasp my bra, something he manage to do with one hand from how much time he had done it by now. My bra slips off me and was toss aside with such ease.

Dave then pulls back from the kiss, I whine at the sudden loss of his lips. "Dave.." I breathed out, my breath hitching when he took no time to waste, his lips now attatched onto one of my erect nipple, meanwhile his hands found themselves a new and last piece of fabric to discard from my body.

He gripped the fabric of my panties, his mouth sucking the skin of my breast as his fingers pulled on the laced piece of clothing, the stitches of the fabric starting to pull apart, making me flinch the moment he ripped the panties into pieces, groaning against my breast.

Small desperate moans leaves my lips like prayers, just the sensation of his lips around my nipple was enough to make me lose control of myself. My eyes glances to the side, finding that same camera, feeling the lens of it catching every one of his movement and every single noises that I let out.

Dave's hand meets my jaw, turning my head towards him as he takes ahold of my attention yet again, "Keep those pretty eyes on me." He demanded, his intense gaze always able to make my eyes lock right with his, meanwhile his body slowly lowers down the bed, all the way till his head was hovering above my thighs which were being spread apart by his hands.

My thighs gave in to his touch, separating just as far enough for him to be able to have a full gaze of the dripping cunt I have on display for him, his eyes forgetting how to blink while his mouth felt a needy thirst. Next thing I knew, his head was buried between my thighs, fingers gripping onto them, while his mouth was desperately eating me out, his tongue working like a fucking magic.

"Ah... fuck... Dave—" I whimpered, my legs were shaking, I had to control them to not kick his back.

But the amount pleasure that even his fingers could give me is always such a breathtaking thing, almost as if every inch of his body were past lovers of my own, knowing damn well just how to please me as if he has been doing it for over centuries.

His lips were making out with my pussy, his nose nudging the sensitive clit, making me lose my mind a hundred times more than I originally was by the thought of recording the way he would make me feel every little chances we got ever since we started this little secret of ours.

His name seems to find it's way our of my lips again and again like a non stop prayer for him. My hand slowly reaching down to run my fingers through his hair, clutching on those gorgeous locks and pushing his face further more against me.

Every now and then, his groans would vibrate up my body, giving me goosebumps.

My back arched the moment his fingers joined in on this mischief of his. His tongue continued to work magic on my dripping hole while his thumb was rubbing my clit harshly, knowing just how much it can make me crumble.

"D-dave.."

He pulled back once he heard my voice, his thumb still circling over my clit. "Yea?" His voice was cracked and oddly raspy, out of breath from his little eating out session.

"Now.. please?"

A small sly grin was seen on his lips, his eyelashes fluttering my way, looking as pretty as ever that I just want to kiss him all over.

"Whatever the angel wants." Dave spoke as he sits up between my legs and start taking off his boxers.

The usage of that nickname never failed to bring butterflies into my stomach. Not when he literally admitted it himself that he called me "angel" because he thought I sounded like one. Him. David Scott Mustaine. The guy who just days ago compared my voice to a muppet giving birth.

I watch as his boxers was thrown aside, revealing the hard cock that has been hiding behind those fabric all these times. We've done this million times, and I'm never not enchanted by his length.

"Ready?" Dave ask as he took his cock in one hand and pumped it while his other hand held my hip.

"Please."

He looked up at that word, watching as it leave my lips and watching the look in my eyes. Showing how truly desperate I am for him. Each and every night. When we're together. Or when we're not.

Locked in his gaze, I gasp when he suddenly pushed into my entrance, filling me up at once with his lenght. Just the way he knew I loved it.

"Fuck.." I breathed out, reaching out to hold onto his back while he hold onto my hips.

Almost immediately, he started thrusting. Slow and nice at first. His cock moving back and gently pushing back in.

I watch the way his hips move, back.. and front... back.. and front, each time feeling his cock move as well in me.

Dave shook his head, leaning down to burry his face in the crook of my neck, his hands running up and down my torso, "God.. how I want to show the world how weak of a metal rockstar you got me.." He chuckled breathlessly, his lips grazing the skin of my neck.

That was when he start to move faster, getting more and more worked up as time passes on, his cock throbbing in my tight walls, needing it’s release.

The volume of my dirty noises were only increased from the way his hips pull all the way back and slam right back in, repeating his movements fast and hard like his life depends on it. In this moment, it probably was.

Pathetic moans and whimpers of his name leave my lips non stop, his own whines and groans muffled into my neck whenever I let out my voice. The way he moves in me was always something so overwhelmingly nice and pleasing, which able to distract me from the camera sitting nearby, still recording our deeds.

Dave sit straight up again, taking my hips back in his firm grasp. From that second and that look in his eyes, I knew he was taking this way more seriously now, just getting the much more dirtier side out. The love, the lust, the care, the need. It’s all seen in his beautiful hazel eyes. My walls clenched just by feeling his eyes caress my body with that intense gaze.

Almost immediately, he hold my hips still and fuck me with the speed of lightning, fucking me like there’s no tomorrow.

My eyes widens and a cry was pulled out of the back of my throat, a cry for him. “Oh fuck! Dave, yes!” My voice only encouraged him even more, groaning as he slam in and out of me, feeling my walls hugging his length tightly, a feeling I knew he loved so dearly.

”Gonna cum for me, angel? Please do..” He whispered out, still breathless till now, “I need you so much..” He was so sweet with his words. Always was. I can’t help but nod and try to utter out a yes.

The moment the tip of his cock nudged that one special spot in me perfectly well, I came undone with his length still stuffed deep in me, making him groan as he feel my release all over his cock. “Mm fuck..” I whimpered, panting.

Following close behind with his own release, Dave thrusted into me one last time before shooting his cum straight into me, painting my walls white while he slowly pull out of me, making both of us moan at the sensation of our cum dripping out of my hole.

Dave quickly grabbed the camera, aiming it to the cum that’s still dripping out of me and onto the pool of cum on the bed sheets, then up to my fucked up face. my chest heaving up and down as I continue to pant for breath.

”Words for the camera?”

My eyes look up at the lens and I tiredly grin before pulling out my middle finger at it, causing Dave to chuckle as he cut the recording, staring at the camera for awhile before he practically threw the camera aside and lay down on the bed, holding my body close to his own as our warmth combined into one.

"Naughty girl."

[ameilioninone]

LUNCH CLUB SCHLATT PLEASE..any plot but it gets a lil freaky

thanks ^_^

"You had something on your face." - Schlatt x Reader

Gn!reader

CW: mostly fluff, hints of smut near the end

this is based off this video at about 7:15! hope u enjoy :)

This is my first time writing any sort of fanfic in a LOOOONG time!! let me know if you enjoyed this and feel free to leave constructive criticism if you did not! my requests are open if you have any more ideas for fics/blurbs/hcs. thank y'all so much <3

wc: 1228

The LA sun had long set as you sat out on the back patio of the rental home with your friends. Ted was grilling hamburgers, Travis and Cooper were goofing around, and Schlatt sat beside you editing a video. TwitchCon 2019 had been a blast, and you were so thankful to hang out with some of your best friends like this, especially Schlatt. You two weren’t “together” per se, but you definitely weren’t just friends. You were really close with each other, always sitting together or talking when given the opportunity.

“Hey y/n, does this edit look alright? I tried t’ add in some old ironic MLG shit to this CS clip,” the brunet beside you piped up as he tapped your shoulder. You turned to look at his laptop screen as he began to play the sequence before pausing it. “Ah shit— you gotta hear this,” he muttered as he slid his headphones off his ears and onto yours. Even just the slight brush of his fingers on your ears was enough to make your cheeks a bit pink. You focused on the screen in front of you, silently hoping that he didn’t notice. 

He hit play on the video, intently watching your reaction as you viewed the near-shitpost level of editing he’d used on the clip. After a particularly comedic clip of Swagger saying something stupid, Schlatt paused the video as you giggled and slid the headphones off. 

“That was really good, Schlatt. Holy shit—” you wheezed. The brunet smiled widely as he took the headphones back and got back to work. 

You sat beside him as he worked, all his focus centered on the Premiere tab open on his MacBook. His dark eyes flitted across the screen as he clicked and typed away. His tongue was gently poking through his teeth, a sign he was deeply concentrated on whatever task was in front of him. You just sat back and watched him work, barely even realizing that you’d leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder. You definitely didn’t realize that Schlatt went bright red as a result. 

Dave opened the sliding door from the kitchen and stepped out onto the patio with a camera in hand, snapping you out of your trance and forcing you to sit back up straight. You smoothed out your sweatshirt awkwardly as Schlatt slipped off his headphones and looked at you with a soft smile. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “Got into watching you work.” The brunet softly chuckled. 

“‘S’all good. Boosts my ego,” he nonchalantly replied as he saved his progress on Premiere and closed his laptop. You could hear Ted and Travis talking back and forth as Dave held the camera on them, watching as Ted picked up a piece of hamburger on a fork and began walking toward Schlatt. 

“Get a taste of this, dude,” Ted confidently spoke as he waltzed over to where you and Schlatt were sitting, Dave following with the camera not too far behind. You watched intently as Schlatt hesitated for a moment while Ted brought the food up to his lips before gingerly biting it off the fork.

Holy shit. That’s all that was running through your mind as you watched the brunet taste test the burger. His eyebrows quirked up a bit as his lips parted, his eyelashes fluttering gently against his skin as he took the food into his mouth. He made slow, methodical chews as if he were a burger sommelier, a bit of juice dripping down his bottom lip. You watched as he thought for a moment before gently nodding in slight surprise, almost as if he were saying, “Damn, you were right. That’s good.” 

You could feel that familiar churning in your stomach, that familiar yearning, as you watched him be so effortlessly beautiful. The way his lips moved, his eyelashes fluttered, and the soft exhale out of his nose as he nodded—it all made you internally groan at just how much you wanted him in that moment. 

“There ya have it, folks,” Ted boasted as the camera panned over to him. Dave followed Ted back over to the grill and continued filming for a little while before turning the camera off. 

You softly smiled as you watched Ted for a moment before turning your attention back to Schlatt, noticing a small drip of the juice still on his lip. Part of you wanted to just tell him about it, and the other wanted to wipe it off for him. But what the hell were you thinking? You were never that bold, especially when it came to Schlatt. 

As you gazed at the brunet beside you for a moment, you could practically feel the confidence entering your body. You had no clue what was going on, but you mentally thanked whatever higher power had bestowed this blessing upon you. 

“Hey Schlatt,” you hummed. “Turn around for a sec.” The brunet obliged, turning to face you with a slightly confused and anticipatory look on his face.

You smiled softly before bringing your hand up to cup his jaw as you pressed your lips onto his—the mixing tastes of him and the juices from the meat creating a slightly gross yet enjoyable experience for you. You swiped your tongue across his bottom lip, cleaning up the dripping juice he’d left behind before pulling away to catch your breath. 

Schlatt looked like he’d just seen a ghost—he was pale with wide eyes and slightly swollen lips. His bewildered gaze trailed over to meet yours as the color slowly returned to his skin. 

“Wha…” he mumbled, too flustered to even properly speak. 

“You had something on your face. Figured I’d help you with it,” you softly smirked. 

The brunet’s flustered expression slowly morphed into a soft smile at your words. He leaned over to get closer to your ear, his lips barely brushing over your skin and his hot breath tickling you. 

“You don’t know what you just started,” he whispered. His suggestive words, his hot breath, the gentle hand on your thigh to balance himself—god, it was all too much. You felt chills spread through your whole body as you relished in whatever the hell was going on between you two at the moment. 

“Yeah?” you breathily replied, keeping your voice down so as not to attract the attention of Ted and the rest of the group standing around the grill. 

You could feel the shit-eating grin curl onto Schlatt’s lips at the sound of your breathy, flustered response. 

“Oh yeah. Why don’t I help you out a little bit, huh?” He slyly chuckled in your ear, also keeping his voice down for the same reason. 

Before you could even reply, you felt his arms sweep under your legs and behind your back. He easily carried you in his arms, stealthily making his way through the sliding door leading back into the house and padding down to his bedroom with you in tow. 

He plopped you down onto the softness of his bed as he kicked the door closed behind him. That same shit-eating grin was plastered on his face as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over you as he looked down at you, his voice warm and quiet. 

“Help me with something else, doll. Stay quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear your pretty little sounds but me.”

[lilpuffyart]

3001 gang ref thingy (mostly for me so I can see their height difference easily)

Plus halmanpoole fanchild ref thumbs up emoji

[moviecritc]

✦ ˚ : · LAST FIRST DATE ⋆ DAVID MALUKAS 🦢

pairing ☆ david malukas x fem! reader

summary ☆ where after an awful date, david helps you to fell better

warnings ☆ fluff

masterlist | letterboxd

❛ can't you see that i'm the one who understands you❜

"Are you at your apartment?" Y/N asked, with the phone pressed to her cheek.

"Of course, but weren't you on a date?" David questioned, as if he wasn't thrilled by the idea that it had gone badly and that he was the first one Y/N called.

"Exactly, I was," Y/N let out a long sigh while looking for a taxi. "Can I come over to your place?"

"Yeah, sure. Do you want me to come get you?" David grimaced, maybe that was too much.

"Don't worry, I'm already in a taxi," Y/N flashed a smile, the first one all night. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

During those minutes, the only thing Y/N thought about was how stupid it had been to go on that date. It was a horrible attempt to forget her feelings for David, which didn't work at all because, besides the fact that the guy was unpleasant, the first thing Y/N did after that was call David.

David, for his part, took out a bottle of white wine, Y/N's favorite, and therefore his as well. And he ordered some trays of sushi to share with his best friend.

Y/N knocked on his door, and David opened it immediately. She looked stunning, so much that David took a millisecond to observe her before letting her in. Y/N noticed, she noticed all the little details David had about her, but she convinced herself he was just being kind.

"Hi," Y/N said, in a faint voice.

"How are you?" David asked with a sweet look. "I took some wine out of the fridge and ordered sushi because I figured you hadn't eaten anything."

"You figured right, we didn't even get to order bread," Y/N laughed a little, to feel less bad.

They sat on the kitchen counter as they always did, and the sushi arrived a few minutes later.

"So, what happened on the date?" David asked.

Y/N ran her hands over her face. "It was horrible, Dave. Terrible." She took a piece of sushi and popped it into her mouth. "He arrived late, kept me waiting for fifteen minutes. And when he showed up, he asked why I was so dressed up and started a speech about how he hated makeup."

David let out a sigh. "Is he an idiot?"

"Plus, he wore the ugliest pants I've ever seen," she added, and David's grimace of disgust deepened. "When his Ted Talk was over, I left, but now I regret not answering him back."

David looked at her with tenderness and a slight smile on his lips. "Y/N, I want you to know that you are an amazing girl. Really. You are smart, funny, passionate, and, above all, you have a huge heart. Anyone who can't see that is just an idiot."

Y/N felt a warm feeling in her chest at David's words. "And you? Do you see it, Dave?"

Y/N lowered her gaze, biting her lip a little shyly. David paused, looking directly into her eyes.

David moved a little closer, his voice low and soft. "I've been seeing it since we met, Y/N."

They looked at each other as if time had stopped. The tension between them became palpable, the whole room completely silent. David raised a hand and gently caressed Y/N's cheek, slowly moving closer until their lips met in a tender kiss. Y/N followed immediately, deepening it as she moved closer to him. Their lips fit perfectly, and when they parted, they both missed the taste of each other, even though it had only been a few seconds.

Y/N licked her lips while David straightened up a bit, their breaths slightly heavy.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this," Y/N whispered, with a shy smile.

He let out a soft chuckle.

"Oh, believe me, I know," David replied, looking at her as if it was the first time.

[guiltyasdave]

happy sunday and also happy pride! 🫶🏻

this week’s rec list has a lot of fics that were written for @iamasaddie’s kinky writing challenge, which is already the gift that keeps on giving haha <3

as always, if you read any of these please give the writers some love by reblogging or commenting!

for a list of all my recs ever, go here :)

i'll organize the fics by character and add emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be for you.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

📖= oneshot • 📚= series

clint

good by @burntheedges (❤️‍🔥)🤍📖

dave york

this godforsaken mess by @agentmarcuspike ❤️‍🔥📖

to die for by @toomanystoriessolittletime 🤍📖 (featuring john wick) (in other words, sedate me)

thirsty by @pedrosarmsling ❤️‍🔥📖

mindfuck by @whatsnewalycat ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

ezra

more by @ezrasbirdie ❤️‍🔥📖

tongue tied by @chaotic-mystery ❤️‍🔥📖

frankie morales

on call by @luxurychristmaspudding 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

heat lightning by @chronically-ghosted 🤍📖

do me yourself by @undercoverpena 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

spell out miss you against my skin by @undercoverpena ❤️‍🔥📖

catch and release by @nothoughtsjustmeds 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

jack daniels

in our ivory tower by @freelancearsonist ❤️‍🔥📖

private eyes by @syd-djarin ❤️‍🔥📖

javi gutierrez

rebirth by @perotovar 💘📖

javier peña

meet me in the city where we won’t sleep by @undercoverpena 💘🤍📖

three’s a crowd by @amanitacowboy ❤️‍🔥🤍📖

joel miller

hands on your knees by @northernbluess 💘❤️‍🔥📖

like a wildfire by @northernbluess 💘❤️‍🔥📚

born of confusion and quiet collusion by @atticrissfinch ❤️‍🔥🤍📖

when his eyes open by @undercoverpena 💘🤍📖

dress up joel by @covetyou 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

papi chulo by @yxtkiwiyxt 💘❤️‍🔥📖

nicest thing by @schnarfer 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

just one by @endlessthxxghts ❤️‍🔥📖

swallow by @aurorawritestoescape ❤️‍🔥📖

handsy by @ovaryacted ❤️‍🔥📖

homecoming by @ovaryacted 💘📖

little girl with a big mouth by @missredherring ❤️‍🔥📖

oh, summer nights by @ozarkthedog ❤️‍🔥📖

lucien flores

trust is binding by @pedgito ❤️‍🔥📖

dripping red by @frenchiereading ❤️‍🔥📖

marcus pike

fevered flames by @joelalorian 💘❤️‍🔥📖

max phillips

addicted by @aurorawritestoescape ❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📖

mr. ben

summertime sadness by @katiexpunk ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

pero tovar

i���ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by @hellfire-state-of-mind ❤️‍🔥📖

ted garcia

voice kink by @djarinmuse ❤️‍🔥📖

tess servopoulos

exit music by @hier--soir 🤍📖

tim rockford

the detective by @milla-frenchy ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

my own writing

nothing lasts forever - dbf!dave york x f!reader 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

strawberry sugar - modern!oberyn martell x f!reader 💘❤️‍🔥📖

in other news — i hit 1.5k followers today and i can’t express how grateful i am for each and every one of you! 🫶🏻 i’m thinking about maybe doing a writing challenge as a celebration, please let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in or if there’s something else that you’d like to see!

much love 🫶🏻

[moonlightspencie]

hiiii! :3 would you mind write a quick fic with ted or aaron where the reader is a cart girl at a golf course. they meet while the men are golfing and flirting ensues? just smut or fluff or whatever! anything works <3

those tg golf pics came to mind and i can’t help but think of all of the dbf and bfd!hotch fics so…. aaron hotchner it is!!!

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

warnings: fliiiirting, everyone thinks reader is mad hot & hotch is all googly-eyed

Aaron whistled, looking over the lay of the land for their next hole.

“You’re close, but I’ve still got the lead,” he noted in good humor. “Good luck on this hole.”

Rossi scoffed. “You just wait for next week.”

Aaron laughed, watching as Rossi’s friend Mark teed up. He heard the beverage cart rolling up behind them as Mark stood, ready to swing. All three turned around, the current swing forgotten.

“I could use a drink,” Rossi noted, starting to walk closer as the cart drew nearer. Then, he paused. “I wouldn’t mind a fourth wife, either, now that I think about it.”

Mark walked near them. “I can’t say I disagree.”

Aaron laughed, though he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t seeing the same thing they were. The beverage cart girl was wildly attractive. He swallowed as she pulled up next to them, a dazzling smile on her face.

“You boys looking for a drink?” she asked, her voice like honey.

“Yes, ma’am,” Rossi replied, walking up to introduce himself as she climbed out of the cart. “I’m Dave.”

Aaron’s eyes were glued to her. Her tennis skirt showed off a pair of legs that had him very distracted. Not to mention the tight top that accompanied it. He stared her down, hardly realizing she’d already helped the other two men and was waiting on his drink of choice. There was a glimmer in her eye and a knowing smirk on her face when he finally noticed she was looking right back at him.

“Uh, just a water for me, thanks,” he said curtly, slowly walking closer.

She smiled again, grabbing a water bottle from the cooler and handing it over. Rossi paid up for all three drinks, insisting that they’d just have to make it up next time. Both Aaron and Mark knew they’d never really have to repay him for it.

Mark started walking towards his tee again with one last lingering look at her. Rossi debated staying, but after noting how she looked at his colleague he decided Mark’s swing would be more appropriate to linger around.

“Um, I— My name’s Aaron,” he said, reaching out a hand.

She took it, and he realized the handshake was a mistake on his part. Her hand was soft and pretty-looking in his own, and he was sure all of his feelings were apparent on his face. She’d already clocked him once.

She introduced herself, giving him yet another smile that had him feeling weak in the knees.

“You must be new,” he stated. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“And you’re so sure you’d remember the beverage girl, huh?” she joked.

He smiled softly. “I’d definitely remember you.”

Now, he reveled in the fact that there was a bit of a nervous smile on her face rather than his. She nodded slowly, looking at him through her lashes.

“Fair enough, Aaron,” she said in reply at last. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

‘So many things’ he thought to himself.

He looked towards the other two men who waited on him. He then reached into his coat pocket.

“I don’t think so, but,” he started, pulling out his card. “If you ever need me to solve a crime or… To buy you dinner—”

“Solve a crime,” she asked with a laugh, taking the card. She looked at it, then back at him with a new, mischievous look on her face. “I see. I might just call you up sometime, G-man.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said with a wink, gaining confidence at last.

She smiled once more, then got back into her cart and drove off towards the next group of golfers.

He strode towards Rossi, a new pep in his step.

“And I thought I was the flirt,” Rossi said with a smile.

“Maybe I’m just spending too much time around you,” Aaron replied.

His smile was stuck in place as he hit his ball, all the way through until that night when an unknown number came calling. After that, it lasted all week long.

[97keanu]

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