#it was the 30-year old wet cat

[simultaneously-sick-and-calm]

PFFFFFT listen one of my friends from high school forced me to sit down and watch it because "midoriya's eyes are the size of fucking dinner plates" and the second that man rolled up in his yellow ass sleeping bag i was like omg it's him he's the one LMFAO

LMAO OKAY BUT SAME. I'm so dead serious lol I took one look at the bags under his eyes and that snarky ass attitude and I was like 'oh no this is going to be bad, isn't it?'

[can-of-w0rmz]

I find it so funny how adaptations and pop culture for Frankenstein feel the need to paint “Dr. Frankenstein” as either a batshit crazy old man or a hot mentally unstable guy in his 30s, when in reality Victor Frankenstein in the original novel is just a sickly gay autistic teenager, who does definitely not have a doctorate, written by a 17-year-old goth girl who created the genre of science fiction.

It’s just so funny to me how pop culture is just like, “yeah, Dr. Frankenstein, the ‘ooOoh my peers criticised my science but I’ll show them!’ And ‘it’s alive!’ guy.” when in reality Victor Frankenstein just shows up to class fully “uhm, achtually 🤓☝️” style, then proceeds to rant about his boyfriend best buddy and how hot and amazing he is for pages and pages and pages. What peers? His classmates who probably just know him as “oh, that one.”??? The man is a twink who dropped out of university and due to his avoidance of consequences (not his “whining”, bad character analysis, I see you) by the end he’s driven himself so far to his own demise that he’s just an absolute sopping wet cat of a man. Stop trying to age him up at the beginning or make him hotter or “more mature”, the public deserves to know this twink like we do. And please stop making the creature an inarticulate mess with literally no character to him whatsoever, give us our edgy “i just read this Bible fanfic and Satan is just like me fr” lad we know and love

[babygirlnicohischier]

It's the Cup - Matthew Tkachuk x gender neutral reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral (F and M receiving), fingering (F receiving)

Summary: Maybe serving the Stanley Cup champs wouldn't be so bad after all, thanks to Matt somethingorother.

Word count: 2.8k

Note: I wrote this right after the playoffs wrapped and just found it again, so don't be shocked if the proofreading is 100%

God, you thought as you slipped past your coworker slid the 1000th aperol spritz of the night to the group of 22-year-old girls in front of you,it’s 2024, why are we still playing Drake at the bar?

Things have been different lately, mainly that your bar has never been this busy. After the Cats won the Stanley Cup, even the most hidden gems in the city were packed with people who hoped and prayed that the team would be make an appearance, free bottles and fanfare galore.

Everyone except you. A bartender on their third double shift and eigth sugar-free red bull of the weekend. You were hoping that a few days out from the Stanley Cup Parade things would have started settling down but there had been no such luck.

Now, you have to crank out ten vodka sodas at a time and feel your hands go numb from constantly reaching into the cooler for beer bottles and seltzer cans to keep up with the rush. You didn’t think it was possible to get cramps in your hands from bud lights, but the universe wanted to prove you wrong. As if it wasn’t bad enough to be stiffed by the jerks here trying to hit on the puck bunnies. A few feet from you at the corner of the bar, you briefly make eye contact with one of the Panthers players, his golden curls somehow still perfectly touseled even after hours of partying. You hear him introduce himself, Matt something, to the girl in front of him. You almost felt bad for her with how uninterested he seemed in her, and how his eyes glazed over as she leaned in close to ask him something.

“It’s the Cup,” a sarcastic voice barked out,”it’s the Cup, girl.”

With how shitty the past few days have been, you allowed yourself to laugh at the snark. You looked over in the direction of it just in time to see the 1000th aperol spritz of the weekend slink away from Matthew Something. A few more rounds of green tea shots and dozens of High Noons later you could finally catch your breath as the crowd in front of you began to die down. Even the rush of the celebration could only alst so long into the night, and you checked your phone to see it was nearly 1:30 at this point. ‘Only a few hours left and I can crash. I got this.’

The sight of wet crumpled bills falling into your tip jar instantly made you perk up and lower your phone. It was one of those Florida Panther players, Matthew Something, dropping hundred dollar bills by the handfuls into the bucket with a smile.

“Been watching you all night, he yelled over the music,”you’ve been working so hard that I haven’t had a chance to come over. I’m Matt, by the way, Matt Tkachuk.”

Ah, you thought, that’s it.

You gave him your name and shook his outstretched hand, not-so-subtly noting how much bigger it was than yours. It was also gentler and warmer than you expected for someone with such a rough job and tough guy reputation. After a few moments, you realized you still hadn’t let go of said gentle, warm, and very big hand, and he hadn’t pulled away either. You would have been embarrassed if in that same moment one of his drunk teammates hadn’t come over yelling something neither one of you could make out and holding the Stanley Cup triumphantly above his head.

Matt finally dropped your hand and asked for some beers. “Oh yeah, he’s being nice to me since I’m at work. He was talking about getting drinks not about talking to me.” Thankful for a reason to turn away from his blue-green eyes and golden curls, you welcomed the order and opened up the row of beers. Dropping a few more of those crumbled wet bills into the bucket, Matt winked and turned back to his friends.

This happened a few more times throughout the night as the players took over your side of the bar. You watched them enviously as they got to drink, party, and dance while you were stuck making mixed drinks for girls trying to slip into the players’ section and the guys without a Stnaley Cup victory chasing right after them.

The only one without someone, girl or guy, hanging on to or circling around him was Matt. Matt who you caught looking in your direction more than once. Your eyes looking in his direction more than once. As much as you tried to ignore him, something about his gaze brought a flush to your cheeks.

Around 3am, when the remaining crowd seemed to settle down again, you told your coworkers you needed your break and slipped out the back door into the sticky Florida night to finally take in some fresh air, even if it was just as hot as the inside of the bar. As you sat there, trying to rally for the next few hours of your shift, the door opened behind you. You were surprised when you opened the door and heard the sound of someone scrolling through tiktoks, some pop song blasting out into the humid night air. “Shit, you scared me,” you said with a gasp, turning to see none other than Matt.

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled, “No, I’m the one who should be sorry about that. I would never want to scare you,” he replied. “I have been looking for you though.”

“Oh really? What for?”

“You’re the hottest person here. My friends bet me $20 I couldn’t get your number tonight. They upped it to $100 when they saw me empty my wallet into your tip jar and you didn’t even blink my way. I almost thought you weren’t interested until we kept locking eyes.”

“Oh please,” you teased, “it’s a but hard to look away from the loudest guys in the bar.”

Matt scoffed, “Somehow I don’t think that’s it. So what do you say? You wanna help me make back some of that tip money? Wanna help me win this bet?”

As he went through each sentence he inched a little closer until he was leaning over you, leaving just enough room for you to dip around him and escape if you needed to. Even inebrieated with a few of those beers you served him, Matt was aware of himself and how big he was, and how maybe you weren’t into him after all. The spicy smell of his cologne mixed with the beer you knew must be coming out from his pores at this point and the faint hint of cigar smoke and chewing gum. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you were leaning in towards him, noticing how pink his lips looked. Before you could talk yourself out of it you were kissing him, hands running through his mullet.

He was taken aback at first and froze before you felt one of his large hands reach up and cup you cheek as he pulled you in even closer. As the kiss deepened, Matt pressed his body flush against yours. Through his jeans,through his hold, you felt him start to harden as you pushed your hips into his.

You pulled gently on his curly locks, eliciting a low moan from his throat. Taking advantage of his groan, you slipped your tongue into his mouth and his eagerly followed suit, pushing into your open mouth. His hands moved from your face to snake around your waist, somehow pressing you even tighter and removing any remaining space that was left between you. His lips were swollen as he pulled away from you briefly. You leaned into his collarbone, exposed with his shirt only half buttoned, and sucked it hard enough to leave your mark on him.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he threw his head back. Working up his neck, you continued to leave bites and wet kisses.

“Babe do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked, taking your hand and placing it over the growing bulge in his jeans.

It was thick, and you were surprised at how much of a grower he was. As your hand traveled up to his zipper you heard him softly whimper at your touch and the anticipation of more.

“Why don’t we go back inside?” you asked, continuing to stroke him through his pants,“Staff bathroom is a little more…private.”

You already knew he wouldn’t say no to you no matter what you said, his fingers interlocking with yours letting you lead him wherever you wanted. Once back inside, you slipped into the tiny bathroom between the shelves of extra bottles and backup cups.

Inside the small space, there was barely enough room for the two of you to stand together; nevermind with your back pressed into the sink and his calves touching the toilet behind him. Despite this, Matt continued making out with you the second the lock on the door clicked into place.

“Need you,” he whined, grabbing for any piece of your hips or waist that he could get to. When he managed to get his hands on you, he lifted you up and sat you on the edge of the sink. Lifting up your hips, you helped him pull down your shorts and undies. They were barely around your ankles before you felt Matt’s hands reach between your legs.

“Look at you, so wet for me,” he said mystified as he dipped one finger between your legs and put it into his mouth, “taste so sweet too.” 

“Matt, come on,” you said, grasping at him and pushing him towards the floor, ”be a good boy and eat me out.

Matt was eye-level with your core now, puppy-like and eager, and spread your legs with care. Instantly, he dove betwen your legs and lapped at your wetness, circling your clit with his tongue.

“Oh god,” you managed to choke out as he licked at your core, “Matt, you look so pretty with my pussy on your face. You love this don’t you, baby?”

He moaned into you as an answer, driving deeper with his tongue and tightening his hold on your thighs.

“Just like that babe, you’re doing such a good job, baby boy.” Matt practically growled at the pet name.

“You love being on your knees, huh? Like a slut.” As he pulled away from your center, Matt sank his teeth in your thigh, leaving his own mark on you as his stubble moved across your skin. “Of course I do,” he grinned, licking his lips, ”especially when you taste so good.”

He stuck two fingers in his mouth and pulled them out with a pop. Before you could answer, his fingers were deep inside you, curling to hit your most sensitive spot. Soon his mouth joined in, sucking and biting your clit as you got closer and closer to release. Praises rained from your lips, urging him on until finally you felt yourself clench around his fingers. Matt let you ride out your high on his fingers before pulling them from you and licking them clean. A string of your cum still connected his lips to you, and it was the prettiest thing you had ever seen.

“Your pussy is addicting,” he said with a dazed smile. You finally untangled your hand from his locks, disappointed your grip on him had ruined his perfect curls.

You took a moment to regain yourself before sliding down off the edge of the sink and pulling your shorts back up. “You did so good, baby. You deserve a reward for making me cum so quickly.”

Matt nodded eagerly, waiting for whatever you would give him.

“Do you want me to go down on you too? Do you want me to show you how much I appreciate how good you were?” 

“Fuck yes,” he gasped out as he watched you slide slowly down his body to settle in on your knees. With nimble fingers he undid his belt and pants and pulled out his cock, pumping it slowly in his hand as he waited for you to be ready.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” you asked him, tone suddenly serious.

Matt froze instantly. “Well,” you said, feigning disappointment,”if you want to take care of yourself then I guess I don’t need to help.” 

“No, please—” he said, letting go quickly. He looked down at you with his big blue eyes, but you were more focused on the bead of precum on his pink tip. You needed to know how it tasted but you couldn’t let him have it so easily. 

“Please what?” you prompted, giving tiny kisses and sucks along his thighs. You felt him shudder underneath each kiss.

“Please suck my cock,” he begged, eyes pleading with you,”please I need to cum. I've been so good.”

“Well,” you considered, drawing out the word, “you do sound so sweet begging for me.” You peppered kisses along his lower stomach, loving the way he squirmed for you.

“Please,” he breathed out, just as you kissed right where his abs ended and his happy trail began, ”please, I need you.”

Rather than answer him, you readied yourself before taking most of his length into your mouth. His surprised moan only fueled your fire as you swallowed around him. You pump him near the base, making sure to make a show of slipping your other hand into your shorts. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned out, repeating the phrase like a prayer. “Oh fuck, baby, please don’t stop.” 

You pulled back to trace his head with the tip of your tongue, looking up at him so you could see how much he was enjoying it. He was biting his lip, using every muscle in his body to hold in how loudly he truly wanted to moan. Bobbing back down to swallow more of his length, you kept your eye contact going as long as you could. When his tip hit the back of your throat he couldn’t help but close his eyes and let his head hang back in ecstasy. 

You felt him twitch in your mouth, a sure sign he was going to cum soon. Pulling your mouth off of him, you asked him sweetly, “Now baby, do you want to cum on my face or in my mouth?” 

“Your mouth, please,” he panted out. You nodded and gave him kisses down his perfectly pink cock before putting him back between your lips. Not long after, you tasted the salty sweet release and felt him shake under you as you sucked his head gently, coaxing as much from him as he could give. 

“Shit,” he gasped,“That was… that was amazing.” You pulled his boxers back up over him as you carefully stood up. Checking yourself in the mirror, your eyeliner was running slightly and your lips were perfectly plumped from the encounter. 

A pounding at the door and a call for your name has the two of you nearly jumping out of your skin. “Hey, I need to pee,” one of your coworkers shouted from the other side,”Are you two almost done in there?” 

Matt burst out laughing as he looked at you wide-eyed, face burning like a high school kid getting caught by his parents with his first hickey.

“Give us a sec!” you shouted as Matt finished up his belt buckle. He pulled you in close once more, kissing you deeply for a moment.

“No matter how many times we do this,” he admitted, pressing his lips gently to your forehead,”it’s still fun.”

“Maybe next time we can try role playing at your job though,” you suggested with a laugh, “I can pretend to be a sexy goalie or a naughty linesman.”

“Matthew Tkachuk, 2 minute minor for not enough roughing,” you teased.

“Ha ha very funny, now we better get out of here before Marla gets upset with me,” Matt said worriedly,”I think we took a little too long this time.”

He opened the door cautiously, afraid to slam it into your best friend and coworker, Marla, as she waited for you two to clear out. She rolled her eyes as you walked out, fingers laced together and very content.

“God,” she groaned,” can’t you guys fuck somewhere else? I love you both but this is the third time this month that I’ve been stuck out here waiting for you to finish up your little sex games.” 

“Listen, if you were dating someone this hot you’d want to fuck them everywhere too,” Matt replied and Marla rolled her eyes. He led you back out to the sounds of shouts and celebration, still holding your hand in his. 

“I’m serious about the linesman thing,” you piped up again,“I think it could be a sexy little scene.”

“Ehhh, we’ll talk about it at home. Now come on, the guys wanted to say hi before you went back to work.” 

[spread-the-influence]

Mod bee. I would like to thank you for drawing Ragatha/Tee like a pathetic wet cat.

Thank you, and PLEASE draw more pathetic ragdolls in the future, Thank you(×3)

well you're in luck that is my brand i supply pathetic ragatha content for those who didn't know they needed it . i have to make this 30 year old woman look sopping wet

t.i is also just as pathetic she's just way better at hiding it

[gayelderstourney]

OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 1

Propaganda:

Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear:

THEY LITERALLY MADE MR CRY THE FIRST TIME I PLAYED THE GAME. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND THEY FINALLY GET TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO ME.

they are married in canon and are epic and amazing. they had sad canon events where bob thought helmut was dead for like 30 years or something but helmut WASN'T dead his brain was still alive and they are reunited in the game first by way of stealing an evil dictator's body and then later on they put helmut's brain in a ball as a temporary fix while they go out to find his body which has been frozen in ice. the game forces you to walk through bob's memory of saying his vows at their wedding ceremony and it's seriously some of the most romantic and heartwarming shit i've ever heard, especially "just when i thought i was turning to seed, you made me bloom again" like my god. i love them

they're gay and old as hell!!!! there's a level dedicated to their wedding!!!

Helmut is voiced by Jack Black and is currently a brain in a ball, and Bob knows him so well that the mental image of him in his drunken mind says things Bob KNOWS the real Helmut would never say. Also Helmut is temporarily in the body of a guy voiced by Elijah Wood-

Craig Cuttlefish/DJ Octavio:

well you see they used to be friends but were on opposite sides of the great turf war. cuttlefish gets a 14 year old to go stop octavios army. also they argue in splatoon 3 which is just part of the 100+ year divorce arc BUT AT THE FINAL BOSS IN THE JAPANESE VERSION THEY SHARE THE ICONIC LINE THAT CUES THE CALAMARI INKANTATION AND IN THE ENGLISH CUTTLEFISH TELLS OCTAVIO TO "HIT IT" AND START THE MUSIC AND MUSIC IS SO IMPORTANT TO THE SPLATOON UNIVERSE YAAAAA ik its grasping but its lovers to enemies

Literally I have seen so many people call this old man yaoi.

Old men divorce!!!

They're old men who made their divorce the problem of every young person in their lives <3. 100 years ago during the Great Turf War between inklings and octarians, Craig and Octavio were the chosen ambassadors of their respective species. They got along well, but unfortunately found themselves on opposite sides of the war. During one of the battles Craig shot Octavio in the heart. The inlkings won the war and the octarians were forced underground. For years afterward both men grew bitter towards each other, and eventually Octavio attacked the new Squidbeak Splatoon (a group of secret agents recruited by Craig). Octavio lost both times and got imprisoned in a giant snow globe (and Craig calls him cute). In the latest game Octavio got over his hatred for Inklings (Craig's species) and used his flying mech to help defeat the BBEG of the game. After the final fight, Craig said something to the effect of 'that old rascal turned out to be not so bad!'.

Alright ok hear me out! These two old men have fought in wars for their races against each other and have the craziest pathetic old man homoerotic tension ever. They like, went from at least respecting each other before the war and then they were forced to fight each other and then when Cuttlefish's side won, Octavio went underground like a pathetic lil wet cat and later on he kidnapped Cuttlefish because of game related reasons and both of them still have way too much homoerotic tension!!! And then Octavio gets owned and then in the second game Octavio decides that "Hey actually, lets kidnap Cuttlefish's granddaughter" and the old man isnt even there cause hes busy being a pathetic old man in the under-underground!!! And in the third game they go fron rival/enemies to reluctantly working together to save the world from actual extinction bc some durry bitch wants to cover it in fuzzy ooze and like, both of them have so much old man ship potential and just- theyre still pining for each other even after over a 100 years man,,,,

I personally headcanon Cap'n Cuttlefish as homophobic, but I see the ship a lot and think it's funny.

They’re both at least like 125 probably a bit older, they are so divorced, like peak lovers to enemies back to lovers, Cap’n Cuttlefish calls Octavio cute in Splatoon one immediately after you rescue him from Octavio kidnapping him? So dysfunctional, so gay, so old

They fought in the Great Turf War which was said to be over 100 years ago, Capn Cuttlefish was, well, a captain I believe (he had some sort of rank even if he wasn't a captain, like he led a battle that's singled out in the sunken scrolls of the first game). they act so divorced in the singleplayer mode like they cannot stop insulting each other specifically but octavio always comes back and like kidnaps or insults captain cuttlefish it's so. and when the great zapfish gets stolen in splatoon 3 captain cuttlefish is like "it's the octarians again i know it" like divorced behavior. also it wasn't this time and octavio gets super weird about it. maybe you should stop using children as props in your drama though.

my favorite war crime divorcees <3

They basically are friends to enemies to lovers. Both of them fought in a war that hurt DJ Octavio so bad he can’t become an inkling.

friends -> enemies -> lovers. what more is there to say

they are soooo divorced

they were so gay their breakup ended a war

Craig Cuttlefish got sucked dry by a bear

they got divorced but then they got remarried . they fuckinf hate eachother but they also make out sloppy style and i do not know how that works because neither of them have mouths in their swim form which they are both permanently stuck in. love wins but also loses at the same time with these fucking losers

they are sooo divorced omg. istg they were dating when they were younger and then war n shit happened and now theyre bitter exes who probably still make out sometimes. Makes it so much funnier that theyre old ass men (both over 100!) and Cuttlefish has grandkids

They were on opposite sides of a war and still fell in love

[mcspirkevents]

Mcspirk Month 2025

McSpirk Month, what is it, and how does it work?

Mcspirk Month is a fandom event meant to celebrate the ship of McCoy/Spock/Kirk, in any and all forms. QPRs are valid, and celebrated here.

If you make something for Mcspirk month you can post it on tumblr and tag this blog (I'll reblog your works). You can also post it to the Ao3 collection, found here.

Mcspirk month 2025 begins MAY 1st. However you can post whenever you want. (If you find these prompt lists five years after the fact and still want to post to the collection, or tag this blog then go for it!)

Can I mix and match prompts?

Absolutely! If there's an NSFW prompt you want to write the most tooth-rotting, safe for work fluff with, then do it. The vice versa is also cool.

What are the Bonus prompts?

They are extra prompts. If there's a day with a prompt you don't like, you can switch it out with the bonus prompts. You could even combine them with other prompts if you want.

Below the cut will be written out list of the days and prompts. The NSFW list is also below the cut.

The Written Out SFW List:

Day 1 - Old men McSpirk

Day 2 - Touch telepathy

Day 3 - Protective Spock

Day 4 - Jim and Spock have started to call Bones by his first name more frequently

Day 5 - Spock gets extra fuzzy inside when he sees Leonard and Jim do the Vulcan Kiss

Day 6 - Jim tries to make Spock and Bones argue on purpose

Day 7 - Hurt/Comfort

Day 8 - Vulcans are cats

Day 9 - Truth Serum

Day 10 - Accidental Love Confessions

Day 11 - Accidental Injuries

Day 12 - Vulcan Kisses

Day 13 - Nap/Sleeping

Day 14 - Old Married

Day 15 - Tarsus IV

Day 16 - At first Leonard didn't like sleeping with other people

Day 17 - Spock purring

Day 18 - Oblivious Pining

Day 19 - Didn't Know They Were Dating

Day 20 - A lot of aggressive kissing after heated arguments

Day 21 - Swapping Clothes

Day 22 - Flirting for the Mission

Day 23 - Accidental Baby Acquisition

Day 24 - Mind Meld

Day 25 - Jim and Spock are extra caring for Bones when he is sick

Day 26 - Stuck Together

Day 27 - Spock's favorite affections from Leonard and Jim

Day 28 - Weather Too Cold

Day 29 - Tribble infestation

Day 30 - Accidental Marriage

Day 31 - Dress uniform

Bonus - Time Travel

Bonus - Bridge crew as family

Bonus - Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlor/Book Store AU

Bonus - Cuddling

The NSFW prompt list:

The Written Out NSFW Prompt list:

Day 1 - Have To Stay Quiet

Day 2 - Spock’s First Pon Farr Where He Asks Jim And Bones If They’ll Permit Him To Go Absolutely Bonkers Over Them

Day 3 - Premature Ejaculation/Coming In Pants

Day 4 - Hands Kink

Day 5 - Pon Farr

Day 6 - Lesbian!Mcspirk

Day 7 - Edging

Day 8 - Mirrorverse

Day 9 - Vulcan Mind Melds

Day 10 - Spock (Ace King) Learning To Please His Humans By Watching Them In Action

Day 11 - Top Mccoy

Day 12 - Biting

Day 13 - 5 Times Aliens Made Them Do It / Once They Did It For Keeps

Day 14 - Scenting/Scent Kink

Day 15 - Nonsexual Hobby Gets Sexy

Day 16 - “Good Girl/Good Boy/So Good For Me”

Day 17 - Jim Loves Being Topped More Than He Likes To Admit

Day 18 - Sex In The Captain’s Chair

Day 19 - Dammit Jim I’m A Doctor Not A Vulcan Porn Star

Day 20 - Tied Up

Day 21 - Trying A New Kink For The First Time

Day 22 - Stuck/Trapped

Day 23 - Sloppy Seconds

Day 24 - Dry Humping

Day 25 - Orgasm Delay/Denial

Day 26 - Bondage

Day 27 - Consensual Non-Consent

Day 28 - Submissive Jim

Day 29 - Never Too Old For Sex

Day 30 - Desperation

Day 31 - First Time Bottoming

Bonus - The Phrase “You’re Taking Me So Well”

Bonus - Wet And Messy

Bonus - Submission

Bonus - Alien Tech Sex Toy

[unhingedpolycule]

I just read the new Nikto/Krueger fanfic….. and HOLY mother of sh-t! didn’t know Nikto! My man was old enough too be my dad!

Still hot 🥵 thou 😏

Hahaha, yes, a lot of people seem to be blindsided by this (again and again)… but for me, those nasty men are at least forty. I get an aneurism every time they are like… in their twenties? I can cope with thirties, but 40s/50s are the sweet spot for me personally. (Absolutely NO hate though. To each their own, but if I read a fic, I imagine them to be old by default. Lol.)

Mostly because I believe that Nikto in his 20s/early 30s was a wet cat and Krueger was also way less palatable. Still smart, still interested but also less keen on just existing to serve another. He wanted more space and the codependency he and Nikto got going is only possible because they mellowed out with age (again, just MY hc!) Personally, I live for the odd flavor of fluff they have going on… just so comfortable in the relationship, having come to terms with each other and having fought most fights there are to fight. Nowadays, its small things they sometimes blow out of proportion because they are both stubborn (they like fighting with each other. Its called enrichment) but they are not at risk of breaking up or anything. Its just peaceful and they are super set in their toxic ways, which kind of work for them.

They are one of those old people couples that no one likes/knows how they work, but they are happy with each other (oddly enough).

Aside from that, I also just find a lot of comfort in them seeing the other age. Like… wrinkles, less strength, skin less taunt… and just being amazed at having gotten to this point. It’s a nice thought to appreciate each other for their physical changes as well. Nikto specifically is a bit obsessed with Krueger’s hair greying or his skin on his chest/stomach getting less taunt. It’s so soothing to him that this man chooses to spent their life with him and he is quite possessive in a gruff way, so seeing Krueger change with the years… hell yeah. Big emotional turn on.

[blackcrystalball]

You know, it's not even the grenade that really got me. It's fucking everything that came afterwards. The fucking 80 - 30 year old prospector, gymnastic martial artist. My eyelashes are wet and my cat is mad that I disrupted his nap.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Greta Garbo (Camille, Anna Karenina, Queen Christina)—Enigmatic and alluring and made me bisexual. The perfect example of the eroticism in silent films that literally transcends text. Could literally not change anything about her expression but you knew by looking at her eyes what she was thinking. She’s so gorgeous.

Kay Francis (Jewel Robbery, I Loved A Woman, British Agent)— kay francis was an icon of glamor in her time and a top star of the 30s - she was the highest-paid actress at warner bros from 1930 to 1936. she tended to play characters who were charming, sophisticated, and elegantly dressed, and starred in at least one legitimate masterpiece, the sublime 1932 comedy trouble in paradise. her first big role was in the marx brothers movie the cocoanuts in 1929, and she and william powell made seven movies together between 1930 and 1932. even in her sillier movies she always elevates the material with her charm and presence - she never phones it in and there’s a sort of warm, knowing wittiness about her. a really good short promo from a retrospective of her movies that i think really gets her Vibe across

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Kay Francis:

Jewel Robbery clip

"From 1932 through 1936, Francis was the queen of the Warner Bros. lot, and, increasingly, her films were developed as star vehicles. By 1935, Francis was one of the highest-paid actors, earning a yearly salary of $115,000, dwarfing the $18,000 Bette Davis – who would one day occupy Francis's dressing room – made. From 1930 to 1937, Francis appeared on the covers of 38 film magazines, second only to child sensation Shirley Temple's 138." Source: Wikipedia. Kay Francis is like the MOST FAMOUS Actress from the 1930s you've never heard of--and it was her and Norma Shearer who wore and made classic the 1930s tall, slim, bias cut silhouette. She ALSO has a WHOLE PODCAST episode devoted to her life and career in Hollywood--it's fascinating! She is both tough and a total wet cat.

One of the TALLEST Warner Brother stars at 5’9” and known as a “clothes horse” for her glamorous roles wearing the height of 1930s fashion. She fell out of popularity in the 40s, but her 30s work sizzles. The scene with her and Herbert Marshall in Trouble in Paradise where she says she doesn’t care about his reputation (because she’d rather sleep with him?) HAWOOGA

melted my gay heart with her butch look in stolen holiday

"My life? Well, I get up at a quarter to six in the morning if I'm going to wear an evening dress on camera. That sentence sounds a little ga-ga, doesn't it? But never mind, that's my life ... As long as they pay me my salary, they can give me a broom and I'll sweep the stage. I don't give a damn. I want the money ... When I die, I want to be cremated so that no sign of my existence is left on this earth. I can't wait to be forgotten." —From Kay Francis's private diaries, c. 1938

Garbo:

A cold-ass Swedish WLW Sphinx. Had plans to murder Hitler that she never got around to. "She will remain always a child of vikings, moved about by a snowy dream."

First of all, she's on the money; that's how much of a treasure she is. She's beautiful in such a distinct way you need very few lines to draw her. (Drawing by Einar Nerman) She managed to be mesmerizing in both silent and sound films. She kissed a woman in Queen Christina (and probably several more in real life). She was super dry and really funny in Ninotchka. She got the hell out of Hollywood and stayed out, living for almost 50 years after her retirement.

Garbo is one of the many reasons why I'm gay. If you haven't seen Queen Christina please do, She is so gender in that film. Also her accent makes it sound like she's always talking in cursive and it's so hypnotic (or at least I think so).

She's a gay introvert, like all of us here on Tumblr.

Mysterious and aloof, charismatic and enigmatic, with beautiful androgynous characteristics, Garbo is undoubtedly the most eccentric and unique Hollywood vintage star. Her aversion to fame and stardom makes her even more desirable to the audience, and her insane chemistry with the camera, an actress one of a kind! Her particularity and her oddity is what discerns her strongly from her hollywood co workers at the time, noone was like her and would never be like her. I think, to the utmost extent, that she deserves the title of the hottest vintage star, even though that would be an understatement of what she is!

SO gorgeous, her thick Swedish accent makes will turn your brain into pudding

Probabaly a lesbian, absolutely a mood when she retired

[sgiandubh]

For no particular reason: Lola's homemade chocolate

Today is Lola the Corgi's presumed birthday. We chose it approximately, while at the vet's, because Lola's story is nothing short of a canine miracle. She jumped in my cab, somewhere in the humble outskirts of Bucharest, on Saint Nicholas' Day. The driver asked, absurdly, if that was 'my dog' and I simply answered 'well, now it is'.

Little did we know the shaking, stone cold and scared to death puppy was a very rare Cardigan Corgi - this came later, when a British friend was amazed at the recovery and pointed it out adamantly. She could have been stolen or simply lost, but we will never know and we never looked back.

All our dogs had Spanish names (except for cats, always boys and always Pasha, namesakes of a beloved Shipper Mom's childhood pet), simply because they are easy to learn and remember. In her case, Lola is for...

for well... for obvious locomotion reasons 🤣 #LolaFlores. Twelve years with a supremely intelligent and empathic friend deserved a batch of my homemade chocolate, don't you think?

Too bad she can't try it. But enough babbling, here goes.

You will need: 2 cups/ 250 grams milk powder - I recommend Nestlé's Carnation, if you can't get hold of Rarăul, the obscure, Communist local brand (so damn good); 2 sticks/200 grams full fat butter (I recommend Irish butter, always with excellent results), at room temperature, cubed; 7 Tablespoons/50 grams cocoa (Dutch, if you can, but I prefer either Ghirardelli or the Greek Ion brand, which I think are the best on this planet); 2½ cups/ 500 grams Demerara sugar (or caster sugar). A dash of instant coffee, for decorating. You can replace sugar by stevia sweetener (measure accordingly - I used this, because I was also cooking for a severe diabetic who can't control herself), with very good results. Optional: crushed tea biscuits or cookies in the US/chopped hazelnuts/pine nuts/walnuts/peanut butter (in swirls) - sky is the limit. For the adult version, feel free to add a hefty swig of brandy/rhum/whisky/bourbon/vodka/limoncello or hey, let's be totally dirty (sssh!), Bailey's.

In a nonstick pan, gently simmer 3/4 cup or 170 ml cold water with ALL the sugar. Stir nonstop (only with wooden spoon or silicone spatula, never metal - it lends a foul taste!) until you get a sort of thin syrup - basically the sugar should dissolve, nothing more. 2 to 3 minutes should be enough.

Add the cubed butter, stir gently until it melts and incorporates completely. 10 minutes max, but never stop stirring!

Take the pan off the heat. Gently pour dry milk in small batches, stirring and incorporating continuously. It should immediately thicken, sticky fudge consistency.

Gently mix the cocoa, with slow, ample bottom/top movements (you don't want it anywhere else but in that pan, for sure). Right consistency should be a thick ribbon, pouring from the spoon.

Back to the heat for about 30 to 45 seconds, stirring all the time. I have no idea why, but my grandma always insisted it was very important, go figure. Take off the heat and immediately add the nuts and (if you choose) the alcohol, mixing vigorously.

Pour into a well buttered loaf tin. Dust with instant coffee. Let cool, put into fridge for 6 hours minimum (overnight is better). Only cut with a wet knife. Devour and don't think about the damn calories.

I am sorry for the very, very old pic (2010, I think). Tonight, it was impossible to take a proper one 😱.

This is what we do call 'homemade chocolate' all over Eastern Europe, but to be honest, it's rather some very, very good fudge. The dry milk is a dead giveaway of the real age of the recipe, which is around 1945 - postwar rationing, of course.

You are welcome. You won't regret the 45 minutes you're likely to spend making it.

[thestonedwriter]

His game

Daryl Dixon x. FemReader

Warnings: This story is 18+ has sexual content! Age gap, receiving(f), choking, kinda dark Daryl I mean he’s chasing you through the woods, begging, nicknames like (Sweetheart, darling)

This is the edited version!!

Here they were standing at the edge of the forest, staring off into the deep woods that could honestly have anything wondering around them, when he suddenly came up behind her, pulling her from her daze. "Remember, sweetheart, it's just a game. Say the word, and it all ends." He whispered against her hair, pressing himself against her as his hands began to wander around her body as if it were a work of art and nothing could compete with it. 

"Just say 'Arrow' sweetness, and that's all you have to say, and the game ends." He groaned against her ear, and he grabbed her hips, pushing herself even more into him as she let out a breathless moan from the back of her throat. "So what's the word? He stated this as he ran his hands across her stomach, slowly getting higher as he went "Arrow." She replied, still looking forward into the woods with excitement building up inside of her "good girl." He spoke as he bit the outside of her ear, leaving small kisses on her neck that sent shivers down her spine until he got to her shoulder. Before moving back up to her ear, she said, "Run." He whispered, licking her ear before pushing her forward, "Ya got 3 minutes ta run before I start chasing ya" He said with a low growl, taking his crossbow off of his back, "GO!" He barked, causing her to start sprinting to the edge of the forest before quickly looking back and seeing a sadistic glint in his eyes.

 

7 minutes have passed, and she hasn't stopped running, taking different turns and directions, hoping not to run into him. He put the fear of God into her with how he carries himself around Alexandria, how his sexy, strong arms can pick up his crossbow, how his deep, raspy voice makes her panties wet every time she hears it, or how he's not afraid to do anything, like when he beat the living shit out of Nicholas his first month here. It always seemed to her that nothing ever scared the hunter, no matter what the situation was.

 

12 minutes passed, and she slowed down from running. She looked around her surroundings to see if she could see him. To her, it felt like an exotic game of cat and mouse, where Daryl was the cat and she was the mouse. She felt the excitement fill her hot core. "I know you're around; I got yer trail. ya can keep running, but ya can't sure as hell hide." She heard it from the far distance behind her, causing her to speed up and keep running forward until she found a big old hazelnut tree and pressed her back up against it. Scared is something she never really felt before until this moment; the fact she can't hide from the hunter scares her. She wishes he had offered her months ago to take her hunting and teach her how to track and cover up her tracks if she ever needed to, but she would have said yes, but she never thought it would have been useful until this moment. 

 

30 minutes passed, and she still hasn't moved. She was scared but excited. That's how she's always felt when near him or talking to him. At first, she was nervous when she first saw him; he was new, sexy, buff, dirty, and mean, she thought, but she couldn't help but be drawn to him. The first time they were really around each other was the night of the party, but she didn't go; instead, she stayed home with her big brother Eric and his boyfriend Aaron, eating spaghetti, when Aaron looked out the window and said he was going to be right back.

A few minutes passed, and Aaron returned with a cleaned-up-looking Daryl. "Daryl, you know Eric, but this is his little sister, Y/N," Aaron said as he pulled out his seat beside Eric. "Only by what 7 years? I'm 22 now, I think, and you are what 29? 30?" She said it with a scoff, pointing her fork at the two. "Hey, we aren't that old yet," Aaron said, defending him, and Eric earned a small laugh from Daryl. "You can sit by Y/N Daryl and have some spaghetti; she doesn't bite," Eric said with a small laugh. "Not that he knows of," she said with a small scoff as Daryl looked at the seat, and then you went back to the seat before moving and taking a seat beside her just as she set a plate full of spaghetti down for him with a soft smile.

 

A whistling sound broke her out of her thoughts, causing her to quickly look around, only to see him off in the distance behind her. "Shit," she whispered to herself before starting to run to her left, where some big bushes lay for cover as she ran.

 

40 minutes passed like nothing with all this running she has been doing since the game started. She knows he is not that far behind her, and she knows he gets a thrill from this, but the bad thing is that so does she. The excitement of him chasing her, the thrill of what's to come once she's been caught—the thoughts alone were making her wet her panties even more than they already were. 

"Hey, Y/N, go take this to Daryl for me." Eric said as he handed her a glass of iced water. It's been a few days since dinner, and Daryl has been coming over every day to fix a motorcycle Aaron gave him for his new job, and she's been enjoying the view of having him over every day working, the way his arms flex when he's working, or how he mumbles while he's too focused on working. "Sure!" she said with a big smile, grabbing the glass out of his hand before walking to the garage, only to see Daryl's back arms flexing under the bike, trying to fix it. She couldn't help but wonder off her mind. He looked godly; he's been the hottest man she's laid eyes on since this all began. His blue eyes, longish hair, his facial hair—everything about that man she found hot. She couldn't just imagine his hands on her throat while kissing her. but quickly snapped out of her daydream when he rolled from underneath the bike and leaned up. "I brought you some ice water. It's a really hot day, so," she said once again, smiling at him. He couldn't help but stare and not say a word to her. She was a goddess. her long hair, plump lips, and god, her chest She loved the way her chest looked big with perky looking tits, the way her nipples poked out through the tee-shirt she was wearing, and the way her thighs looked because of the shorts she was sporting on her. Her eyes were a sweet golden brown, but she quickly stood up and brushed his hands off his pants, grabbing the glass of water. "Thanks." His raspy but sexy voice said, "You're welcome." She said as a blush flourished across her complexion, she turned to leave but stopped. "And if you ever need anything, Daryl, im just inside, so don't be afraid to ask for something to eat or drink," she said softly as her eyes scanned him up and down as she bit her lip before turning and leaving him to himself as a frustrated groan left his lips and he looked down towards his manhood that was supporting his half-hard erection.

 

The game has been going on for a total of 50 minutes now. She's tired of running. She slumps against a tree, thinking of just letting him catch her at this point because her legs and feet are tired, and she's also thirsty. She hasn't run into any walkers, just one or two. 

 

"You know better than this, Y/N." He barked out, getting annoyed with how long it took to get this close to getting her before she ran. "I can't run and hide forever, my love." He stated that the sound of his voice was getting closer and closer. trying to hold her breath, scared he could hear her heart beating out of her chest. "It's just a game, sweetheart." He spoke softly as she took off, running with him not too far after her.

 

She stopped dead in her tracks when an arrow hit the ground right in front of her. "You know what they say? You can run, but you can't hide." He said with a scoff as she turned around to face him, eyeing him up and down, but he looked different, sexier, and revealing his shirt was completely unbuttoned, showing off his amazing hard chest. But the most eye-catching thing was the trail of hair going down his flat stomach into his V-line that led inside his pants as he stood just a few feet away from her. Just the sight of him alone has her pushing her thighs together with need. Seeing that made him quickly drop his crossbow and make gentle strides until he was right in front of her. "It looks like it got someone a little needy," he said, grabbing the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her hair, and pulling her closer to his face, causing her to let out a small whine as he put his other hand on her hip, pulling her closer to him to feel his hard manhood against her pelvis as she let out a small moan with his action.

 

She doesn't remember how she ended up on the ground with him on top of her as he trailed small kisses from her jaw to her lips. His hands wandered around her body. He leans up and looks her in the eyes. "Just say the word, and it will end," he whispered, and he leaned down and kissed her neck as his hands found her waist and underneath her shirt, causing her to let out a course of moans as he started to suck on her neck as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, lacing her hand into his hair and pulling on it as he let out a small moan of his own, before pressing himself against her as he moved his head to face her once again. He looked into her eyes, then they slowly trailed down to her plump lips before looking back at her as she gave him a small nod.

 

That's all he needed before he smashed his lips onto hers, moving his hands farther up until his hands were under her breasts, kissing her with force as she opened her mouth for him. Hands touching each other like it will be the last time they will ever be touched, her left hand moved from his neck to his chest, feeling his chest as her right hand pulled his hair, causing a groan to leave his throat and into her mouth as they kissed as he quickly leaned up and removed his vest and shirt, leaving him in only his jeans. She leaned up and grabbed him by the back of his neck, kissing him again as he ripped her shirt off and threw it before pushing her back down onto the ground of the forest, leaving kisses down her neck to her chest. "Fuck." She breathes as she lets out a moan. Everything that he was doing was setting her on fire and leaving it a burning pit inside her core, filling it with need and want. The way his hands felt on her body, he took off her bra, leaving her chest exposed to him to do whatever he pleases. The sight alone was almost enough to make him go mad. He was harder than he ever was before. He was filled with excitement and lust for this woman, and he just wanted to fuck her like he's never fucked anyone before. "Ya like that, sweetheart," he said as a low groan left his mouth.

 

He slowly lowered his head to her breast and took one into his hand and one into his mouth as he bit her nipple. "Fuck, please, Daryl," she moaned in pleasure. He leaned up and pressed a kiss in between her breasts before looking at her. "Tell me what do ye want." He groaned as his hands trailed from her breast to her waist to the top of her jeans. "I want you, please, Daryl." She begged as she looked him in the eyes before he ripped her jeans off her legs along with her panties, leaving her completely bare for his eyes to see.

 

Trailing kisses from her stomach to right above her aching core, "Tell me, is this what ye want?" He growled while he slid his thumb over her clitoral area. "God yes!" She said that as she let out a moan and grabbed onto his hair, he finally slid his finger into her wet hole while keeping his thumb on her clit "So fucking wet for me, ain't you," he groaned as he let his hot breath hit her core, causing her to let out a breathy moan from the back of her throat. "Only for you," she said with a gasp as she bit her lip due to his warm breath on her core. 

 

Daryl dipped his head down, leaving small kisses on her thighs as he ruthlessly started fucking his finger into her, causing her to buck her hips to his fingers. "Stop," he growled as he placed the arm he wasn't using over her stomach, pushing her back down before adding another finger to her wet cunt. "Fuck please, Daryl," she moaned, feeling waves of pleasure washing over her body and mind. "Please what?" He spoke, eyeing her soaking wet cunt with hunger as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. "Please fuck me," she groaned out, trying to catch her breath.

 

He quickly pulled his fingers out of her cunt, putting one of them into his mouth and sucking all of her juice off it before putting the other one up to her plump lips. "Suck," he growled, pushing his finger into her mouth. He watched in astonishment as she sucked on his finger, cleaning it off. Making him harder than he already was.

He quickly removed his finger from her mouth, moving his hand to his belt and undoing it as fast as he could before pulling his pants down, exposing his hard erection, causing her to moan at the size and idea of him fucking her silly. "Like what ye see, sweetheart," he groaned as he palmed his erection, stroking it a few times. "God yes," she said as she leaned up on her elbows, watching him with wide eyes. Daryl slowly leaned down, catching her in another kiss as he slowly lined himself up to her soaking pussy as she let out a breathless moan into the kiss before he moved up and played with her clitoral area with the head of his dick. "ye want me to fuck ya dumb with my cock?" He groaned as he pulled away from her lips before attacking her neck with kisses and small bites. "Please, please fuck me dumb with your cock." She groaned in frustration, only to feel him put the head of his cock into her wet cunt. "Beg me to fuck ya. Beg me to touch ya." He asked against her neck before biting down, causing her to moan and look over and see he left a noticeable bite mark. "Please Fuck Me, Daryl." I don't think I can wait  anymore." She pleaded with him with a lust-filled gaze that made him want to melt right there and fuck her till she couldn't walk any more.

 

With one quick thrust, he was buried inside of her, causing them both to let out moans filled with pleasure: "Fucking hell, Y/N, yer so fuckin tight." He groaned against her neck as he slowly began to pull out and then push back inside of her "faster." She said as she grabbed his hair to pull on it that he quickly pulled out and thrust back in her tight, warm cunt. "Fuck!" he growled as he continued thrusting in and out of her cunt. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me." She moaned, moving her hands to his back and grabbing on as he sped up his pace. Daryl quickly grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head. "Faster, please go faster!" She yelped out as she moved her hips against him. "Yeah, ya like my cock fucking into ya" he growled as he moved one of his hands down to her neck. "Fuck yes, I love your cock fucking into me." She moaned, throwing her head back as he sped up, thrusting harder and faster. 

 

This amount of pleasure was almost too overwhelming for her to handle as he continued to fuck into her as he moved his hand from her neck to the ground beside her head, leaving kisses and bite marks all along her skin. She felt as if she were on cloud 9. "Fuck Fuck Fuck!" she yelled as she felt herself reaching her peak as her walls tightened around him. When she then felt him smack her thigh, "You don't get to come till I say ye can," he growled into her ear, and he nipped at it with his teeth as he let out one of the biggest moans yet: "Fuck, please, I want to cum." She groaned, still feeling the pleasure build in her core and wanting to burst. "Not yet, sweetheart. Almost there," he said as he groaned into her neck.

 

She felt his thrusts get careless and faster. Chasing his release, "Fuck" He groaned as he pushed his head into her neck, biting down and causing her eyes to roll back and a breathless moan to erupt from her mouth. "Daryl, please, please, can I fucking cum?" She moaned as she tried to wiggle her hands from within his hold, only for him to tighten his grip. 

As he moved his head up to her ear, licking and biting it, he let out a breath against her ear. "Cum for me," he growled carelessly, thrusting into her as fast as he could, feeling her walls tighten and then feeling her release all over his cock. "Fuck, yes, yes, yes," she moaned while her eyes rolled to the back of her head all while he continued fucking into her, feeling his release build up faster than it ever  He quickly smashed his lips onto hers, ruthlessly making out with her as he finally lets himself go with a loud groan into her mouth as he fucks himself through his orgasm while shooting the ropes of his cum into her cunt before dropping beside her.

They both turn their heads, looking into each other's eyes, before breaking into smiles as he leans over and grabs her by the back of the neck, pulling her into a lazy kiss, to which she returns before breaking away from the kiss. "Mine," he growled. "Yours," she replied breathlessly while looking into his eyes with a fucked-out smile plastered on her face.

[whatremained]

“___ is a wet cat”

wrong!! that is a 30 year old man!

[sweetpastillas]

sparrow ben (or ben onwards from s3) in promo posters is so funny. they try to depict him as a sleek lil bad boy, with his plans and want for fighting, and absolutely gets his bed warm more than once a week. but you meet his character and you realize 'well whats one more sad 30 year old in the mix hes just another bitey lil fella'

sopping wet (pathetically, dearly, like a cat) i love him

[charmwasjess]

Hi! 17 and 30 for the writing asks

HI you!! :D Thank you so much for these, I had so much fun answering!

17) Your favorite character to write this year?

Dooku, by far. 

He has such a distinctive voice - an off line from him can break a reader out of a fic like a record scratch, and last year, there were lines I re-read in Thunder and Sitting where I was like “oh, no, actually that bit didn’t quite work for him, did it?” 

I needed to age him down to a clueless 23-year old who doesn’t yet know how to be a Master for my main POV in Rabbit Heart. But of course, he still needed to sound true to Christopher Lee and the character he becomes in the films, while capturing this delicate mix of perfectionist-vulnerable-immature-gifted-kid-powerful-raw. It was hard! He’s such a mess of contradictions at that age. I did HOMEWORK for that portrayal of him, and spent some time watching stuff with Christopher Lee from his twenties to try to tool that mix of elegant and awkward. 

And while I don’t think he was perfect, I’m really happy how he turned out, and more importantly, I had a BLAST writing his POV. My low key funny solemn disaster boy, my god, I loved exploring the worlds of that fic from his (FROWNING) eyes. 

30) Biggest surprise while writing this year?

That Sifo-Dyas is almost unwhumpable?!

I was really looking forward to writing some classic old school dark whump wet cat blorbo content with Rabbit Heart. Then, Sifo-Dyas was like “nah, I’m good, I’m up, I just need a nap and a snack, put me back in, coach.” It changed the whole tone and certainly the plot of the fic, but I think I learned a lot about the character and the way I like to write him. He’s incredibly durable. He eats the worst version of the apocalypse for breakfast, and still has to go about the rest of his day. I had to stop and basically rewrite a big portion of the fic because the character demanded a lot more agency than I was giving him, especially important because I read him as such a blatantly disability coded Jedi.

I think the other half of that was discovering how fun it was to give him some real flaws, not writing him as a saintly baby blorbo who teaches Dooku a powerful lesson about love. Sifo-Dyas is an operator in that fic. He’s manipulative, he’s willing to deceive to get what he wants, he’s as stubborn and convinced of his own rightness as Dooku.

There’s a scene I loved writing where the two of them almost get into a physical fight (instigated by Sifo-Dyas of course) because Dooku won’t get out of his fucking way.  And the realization that that tension was what the fic was actually about, not a poor little baby rabbit who got hurt.

[the-collector-series]

THE CHARACTERS:

Nearly every story I can think of off the top of my head has characters. Characters are what compel me personally to keep reading/watching something. If I feel for the characters, my chances of enjoying the media goes way up, and I'm sure others feel the same.

So without further ado, let me introduce the stars of the show!

The main character is named Merissa Shermann. She's 22, has red curly hair (kinda like Merida lol), hazel eyes, pale skin that burns easily, and she's 5'6". She's incredibly caring, and has a soft spot for both kids, and animals. She also tends to worry. She is strong, but only because she does a lot of household chores because her dad is old and can't really do much. Her stake in the story is that her dad's life was ruined by the queen way back before the queen...well...became the queen. On top of that, what kind of best friend would she be if she didn't help her friend do a favor for a certain crime boss?

The childhood best friend is named Zell Odison. He's 21. My boy here has dark hair, dark eyes, and brown skin. (I may give him a tattoo sometime in the future ;)) He's 5'11". He's very dramatic and goofy, but will also do anything to take care of his family (including doing jobs for a well-feared crime boss). He and Merissa have been friends since they were little, and they're super close. His stake in the story is that his family has a hidden secret and he needs answers. Along with that, his favorite crime boss needs a favor...

The blacksmith is named Raymond Clyde. He's a small man, being only 5'2" at the age of 53. He's a brunette, but it doesn't really show because his hair is graying. It's pretty ratted, but he normally keeps it under goggles and a bandana anyway. He's a grumpy old man with wet cat energy but we love him. His wife died fifteen years ago, and his daughter never visits him, so he mostly stays at home, working. He runs into our main character, and her best friend on an average work day, and accidentally ends up gaining two new children. His stake in this story is that his wife's death isn't what it seems.

The soldier is named Aeriel Clyde. She's 30 and 5'8". Blonde, blue eyes, but the kind that stare into your soul and make you question your existence. Her skin is tanned, and starting to turn leathery from all the days that she's spent hunting, and finding bounties. She's obsessed with killing the giant who took her mother's life, and that's how she finds out that her mother's death is not what it seems. She's arrogant, and negative, but as the story progresses, grows as a person. She tries to rebuild her relationship with her father. Her stake in the story is that she has a vendetta to fulfill.

The child is named Chiyoko Sable. She's only 10 and stands at 4'8". She's very petite, as fair as children go, and has straight black hair, and brown eyes. She can always be seen with her cat, Cinder, that her birth mother gave to her. She's very bubbly and excited, and doesn't let anyone put out her spark, no matter how hard they try. She was born to a maid in one of the rich plantations, coincidentally owned by Tyra's sister. After being adopted by the late queen Tyra when her mother died, however, she starts to discover that all is not as it seems. Her stake in the story is that her adoptive mother is not who she says she is.

The alchemist is named Hugo Holloway. He's a broody little teenager, at 13. He's only about 4'11". Him and his mother are usually the ones at home, with his father being a palace guard. Since his father is gone all the time, he decided he needed a way to protect his mother, so he became the apprentice of an alchemist. He's very determined, straightforward, and doesn't do well with 'feelings'. His black hair can never seem to lay straight, and his skin can't decide whether it wants to be tan or pale, even his eyes can't decide what color they want to be, with one being a brown color and the other one being more of a hazel. His stake in the story is that his father has been betraying his family, and Hugo wants to know why.

The artist is named Sasha Holloway. Married to a palace guard named Noro, Sasha is on top of the world. She soon realizes that being married to a palace guard means a lot of cold beds, and solo parenting. And then...he left. Permanently. She struggled with raising Hugo, and providing enough money to stay alive, that is until Hugo got a job as well. Once her son became older, and more independent, she got back into her art. Dancing, knitting, painting, and the arts became constants in her life, once more. She's 5'3", and 37, and you better not touch her son. Her stake in the story is that people that she cares about are being threatened, and she can not let that happen.

And finally, the wanderer is named Estelle Foxglove. She has been a loner her whole life, always doing what it took to survive. That evolved into becoming a natural at causing trouble. And cause trouble she did. She decided to retire from chaos after a particularly sour mission, but that hasn't gone too well for her. She is 19. She's black with dreads, usually pulled into a ponytail, and stands at the tallest of the group: 6'0" (Can we get more tall women in media please???) Her background is a mystery, to both her and everyone else, but after figuring out that the notorious crime boss: The Collector might know something she doesn't, Estelle decides to un-retire for a bit, just to get their attention. Her stake in the story, is the want, the need to find out who she is, and why she is.

These will be updated as I go!

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddiemas challenge.

Permanent 99

Prompt Day 30: Smut Themed Sentence Starters | Word Count: 2811 | Rating: E | CW: Sexual Content | Tags: Sports AU, Swimming AU, Modern Setting, Eddie & Gareth are BFFs, Olympic Swimmers, Heat Wave, Outdoor Fooling Around, Blowjob, Eddie POV

This follows my Sports AU drabble from @steddieholidaydrabbles where they were Olympic Swimmers, but can be read standalone.

This one is also available right here on AO3.

we're hot and sticky as we can get, don't need to go swimming to be soakin' wet, you lean in and you bite my lip, it's hard to be cool in heat like this, sweat drop at the end of your nose, makes you lose your mind and lose your clothes Christian Kane, Permanent 99

Eddie rests his forearm over his eyes, attempting to block out the way too bright sun and wipe the sweat away from his forehead at the same time. 

The strips of cheap vinyl from the PVC lounger are sticking to his bare back and he can't seem to shift in any way to get comfortable with the feeling. Steve is worth millions, but he's dragged out some old as shit, tri-fold lounge chairs from last century. They had to have been stashed in his parents' pool house, left over from the eighties, faded from sun and years of disuse. If Eddie's going to be subjected to the summer sun, he's definitely gonna need a newer chair, because this is really not working for him. 

He's sticking to it in ways that feel really gross.

That has a lot to do with the fact that it's so humid it's almost insufferable. The glare off of the water isn't helping matters. It's blinding him, even through his sunglasses. They've spent a lifetime looking at pool water, so Eddie's not entirely sure why they're still doing it now, on their own time.

“It’s hot as shit,” Eddie finally announces, moving his arm just enough to catch a glimpse of Steve next to him.

Steve smiles, seemingly unconcerned by the unrelenting heat. 

He's tanned, and glistening in the sun, looking every bit of a Greek god. That bastard.

Eddie's actually seen Steve in Athens, at the fucking Olympiad itself, and he damn well didn't look anything like he does right now. Steve was only nineteen then, still just a kid chasing a dream. And, now he's a man. A gorgeous man.

Eddie is pretty sure he looks like an overheated, wet cat in comparison. A pitiful thing that probably just needs put down.

But Eddie grins, because retirement looks good on Steve Harrington. Damn good. Retired before thirty. That's quite the thing to wrap his head around. 

But that's not going to stop Eddie's complaining.

“From now on, summer months will be spent strictly indoors. It's too hot, and I’m too pale for this,” Eddie declares, as if that is the final decision on the subject matter.

It isn't. Not if his perpetually sun-kissed boyfriend has a say in the matter.

Steve just rolls his eyes, and doesn’t look away from his magazine, "You made the worst dressed list, again," Steve offers, flashing the glossy pages in his direction. "They put you on the fug list."

Well, Eddie doesn't give a flying fug what that rag thinks. He's gonna wear what he's gonna wear. 

"And let me guess, you're in the other column?" Eddie asks, but he already knows it. Ever since they went public with their relationship after retirement, they've been tabloid fodder. Everyone has been speculating on how long this has been going on (since Athens) and how long it will last (hopefully forever) and they've picked apart every last detail of their lives they can get their hands on. And their very different style choices have been a popular topic of conversation.

Steve retired, Eddie didn't. Until he did. And now, they're both out of the meat grinder, free at last to do whatever they want to with all this brand new free time. Eddie's had fun running swim clinics for kids, and Steve has been funneling his time and money into his charitable foundation.

The rest of the time, they spend lazing together, just like this. Finally getting to really build this relationship of theirs into something even deeper, and stronger, than ever before.

They can't leave swimming, not totally. It's in their blood. But it's nice to be away from the early practices and constant sacrifices you have to make to be an Olympian, not just once, but several Games in a row.

Their not-so-secret love went public at Eddie's last Games, when Steve showed up, but kept out of the announcer's booth, and refused to be interviewed. He wasn't there for his own promo. Everybody was pissy about it, wanting a piece of him, wanting the ratings boost his voice, his face, would bring in. But Steve was only there to see Eddie, Gareth and the rest of his friends on Team USA swim, that's it.

So, it didn't take long for rumors to reach a fever pitch, and instead of denying them. They just admitted they were together, and had been, for a very long time. And now, they were looking forward to retirement, together. 

And that was that. 

They've been holed up at Steve's house ever since, trying to keep away from prying eyes, to just be together. With no other commitments. No early practices. No strict diets.

They're just Eddie and Steve. No longer Harrington and Munson.

But, Eddie's getting a little stir crazy and a lot hot. He needs to be anywhere but beside a pool right now.

“I haven’t even set foot in the goddamn pool and I’m sweating through my trunks,” Eddie whines, just making sure his opinion on the subject has been heard by Steve, loud and clear.

“Shoulda rocked the banana hammock, bro,” Steve supplies with a shrug of his shoulders, laughing loudly, totally unbothered by Eddie’s constant bitching. 

Eddie smiles, "Don't call me bro, dude."

Steve giggles, and it's the best sound. So carefree. All that weight of expectation just…gone. It was amazing to see. Retired from professional swimming, Steve doesn’t sweat the small stuff, not anymore. And Eddie is one hundred percent down for that.

"Speedos aren’t exactly casual pool wear, regardless of what you might think, Harrington,” Eddie adds.

“Sure they are,” Steve answers, waving his hand over his lap.

Eddie looks over at Steve, and lowers his sunglasses down his nose. Steve's wearing a tiny, all-white Speedo that Eddie can't look away from. It was a purposeful choice, Eddie is well aware. 

Steve's baiting him. 

And the white makes it basically see through. It’s nearly obscene and Eddie knows damn good and well Steve wore it on purpose, knowing he’d either sweat through it, and make it see through, or end up in the pool…and make it see through. 

Eddie knows this game well and it sadly always, always works on him. He's an easy mark. Always has been when it comes to Steve Harrington.

Eddie pushes his glasses back up on his face.

“You're right, the Federation should have forgotten all about the tech suits and went back to those," Eddie says, licking his lips, wetting them. Two can play at this game.

There’s a sweat drop clinging to the end of Steve’s nose and Eddie reaches over to catch it with his thumb. Raking his eyes all over Steve.

"Is this seriously turning you on?" Steve asks, lifting an eyebrow. "I'm basically wearing an old work uniform."

Eddie just nods, looking at every inch of Steve's body. Still toned, but already going slightly softer in places. Not to mention all the body hair. Steve's hairy, when the fuck did that happen? After only knowing him as the shaved and waxed swimmer, this has been a fucking revelation of a magnitude Eddie can't even put into words. 

Steve's a man. No longer the kid he was when they met, a million years and a million miles away from here.

"You're staring," Steve says, teasing him, and Eddie just nods. He's definitely staring and he'll do it some more. 

Steve smiles and sets his magazine down and crawls over onto Eddie’s lounger, straddling Eddie’s thighs. It creaks and shifts under them, and Eddie holds his breath, and prepares for the little metal legs to collapse. It doesn't, miraculously, and Steve takes Eddie's stillness for an opportunity to lean in and bite at Eddie’s bottom lip before Eddie can, well, give him any more lip. Eddie groans a little at the feeling, hands settling on Steve’s hips. Steve deepens the kiss and runs his fingers through Eddie’s sweat-damp hair.

When they finally break apart, Steve is even slicker with sweat than he was before, but he just grins down at Eddie.

“Let’s go in,” Eddie urges, thumbs tracing lazy circles on Steve’s exposed hip bones. Running his thumb over Steve's Olympic rings tattoo that's just barely peeking over the top of the tiny Speedo. 

Steve took Eddie to get his own rings tattoo after his first Olympics, and Eddie took Gareth after his. It's a sacred tradition. 

Eddie presses his thumb into the slightly faded ink, then dips it lower, stroking until he feels coarse hair under his thumb. Then, he's sliding his other hand up and down Steve's hairy thigh. More hair. Hair for days.

In fact, Steve’s chest hair is damp and right in Eddie’s face. It’s driving him a little wild. Steve spent so many years shaved, that this has been a goddamn turn on. Eddie leans forward and buries his face in Steve's chest.

Steve just laughs, and pushes Eddie back down, nipping at Eddie’s neck playfully, “S’good out here.”

“Think of the air conditioning. And the big, big bed.”

“This is bed-like,” Steve insists, reaching over and hitting the lever sending the chaise flat. The unsteady metal legs wobble comically and Eddie laughs as Steve topples over on top of him ungracefully. It's a nice change of pace, since Eddie often feels like he's the ungraceful one nearly everywhere but in the water. Always one wrong move from a trip to the E.R., while Steve stands by, shaking his head. 

Eddie’s fairly certain this flimsy-ass chair can't hold their combined weight indefinitely, even without Steve trying to fuck him through it. But he still runs his fingers through Steve’s hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him. 

He'll ride this train into the ground, without question. 

Steve closes his eyes, and grinds down against him.

Eddie grips Steve’s hips, resting his fingers against Steve’s ass, cupping him through the Speedo. When he squeezes his fingers underneath the tight material, Steve opens his eyes to meet Eddie’s, and Eddie just raises an eyebrow, questioning.

“By all means,” Steve answers, lifting up enough for them to work together to get it shimmed off his ass.

It isn’t easy. Removing a wet Speedo never is, and Steve’s wallering him in the process. Eddie almost takes a knee to the nuts, but they finally get it peeled off Steve's hips and tossed onto the ground. 

Steve unties Eddie’s trunks and pulls the Velcro closure apart loudly. He snakes his hand inside and closes his fist around him, and Eddie can’t help but buck up into the tight grip. 

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie pants, leaning back further, enjoying the feeling.

Steve smiles and leans forward, chasing him, licking a path of sweat off of Eddie’s chest. It makes Eddie shiver unexpectedly and he can’t stop himself from tangling his hand in Steve’s hair. Urging him lower. Steve takes the hint. He always does.

He pushes apart Eddie's trunks, getting himself better access, and Eddie lifts up, to let him tug them down a little further, but not all the way off. 

Eddie groans when Steve’s mouth makes contact with his dick.

He rests his hand on Steve's head, feeling every movement from above and below. Steve's a gold medal cocksucker, that's for goddamn sure. 

"That's good, sweetheart," Eddie says, and Steve hums in acknowledgement, head moving up and down, hand doing the rest of the work in tandem. 

Eddie slides his hand down to Steve's face, pressing his palm to his stubbly cheek, and Steve changes the angle, so the head of Eddie's dick now hits the inside of his cheek with every bob of his head, bumping against Eddie's palm.

Steve's teasing him, playing with him, but it's fucking hot. 

So hot, and it's all Eddie can take, honestly, and he arches his hips off the chair, coming. 

Steve pulls off, and makes eye contact as he swipes his tongue around his mouth, gathering up Eddie's come on his tongue, which he shows Eddie, before swallowing.

"You're gonna kill me," Eddie says, as he moves to wrap his hand around Steve's hard dick, but Steve holds up one finger, wagging it at him. 

And then he slides fully on top of Eddie, and ruts into his hip. Using Eddie to get himself off.

Jesus H. Christ. 

Retired Steve is his favorite version, so far. Even more than top of the podium Steve. Or secret locker room blowjob Steve.

This version? His to keep? This is the one. 

Steve's breathing heavy into Eddie's ear, hot puffs of air and soft moans that make Eddie wish he could get hard again right now. Eddie digs his fingers into Steve's slick back, just along for the ride. Getting to enjoy the sights and sounds of Steve working hard. Breath catching with exertion. 

It's so familiar, and yet, brand new.

Steve lets out a groan in Eddie's ear, and then comes inside Eddie's shorts, and that's a new feat, for sure. 

Steve clearly doesn't give a fuck if he glues himself to Eddie's pubic hair, as he lays down on Eddie fully. Naked, sated and happy. This is the kind of hot Eddie isn't going to complain about. 

He almost says so, when he feels the whoosh of air blow past his arm before there’s a splash in the pool. He freezes. He doesn’t dare open his eyes, even if he’s certain it’s only Gareth. Maybe Robin, if he's really unlucky.

Steve's house has a revolving door. You never know who's gonna show up, unannounced.

And Eddie can't help it, he flushes even further, cheeks red and hot, totally embarrassed. 

When Eddie finally cracks an eye open, he laughs when he sees Gareth standing in the pool, right at the edge. Arms folded, head resting on them. Staring right at Eddie. Gareth has no shame and doesn’t get embarrassed easily, if ever. 

Just like Steve, honestly.

How he's surrounded himself with these two, he's not exactly sure.

"Whatcha guys been doin'?" Gareth drawls out, like he can't see Steve's bare ass in his face and know exactly what they were doing. 

Gareth's caught them fucking in several countries at this point. This is nothing. It's not even in the top ten most compromising positions he's seen them in. But still. Eddie could do without it, for sure.

Gareth's dog, Bonzo, is prancing around poolside, barking and jumping, just as hyper as his owner.

Steve just shakes his head, leaning over and picking up his discarded Speedo and walks back towards the house, like it’s no big deal to be walking around the backyard, totally naked. It's nothing Gareth hasn't seen before, to be certain. They've all spent far too many years together, in far too many locker rooms. 

Still, Eddie lifts his hips, and gets his trunks back up and securely fastened. He’s not about to get caught naked if he can help it. Unlike Steve, he does have some shame, and doesn’t exactly desire his junk getting featured on TMZ.

Some days, Eddie thinks Steve's just daring them to run dick pics of him. Probably because he knows what he's packing, and nobody in their right mind is gonna give his dick bad press. 

Definitely not Eddie. No way.

Eddie is about to get up, when Bonzo seizes the opportunity for the freed up premium seating, and jumps up onto Eddie’s lap.

Eddie hears the chair give way before he feels it. Soon enough they’re both falling to the ground. It’s a short fall, but Eddie still scrapes his elbow on the concrete and Bonzo shoots him daggers as if this whole mess was Eddie's fault, as the dog darts away from the scene of the crime, and towards the house, trying to catch up with Steve.

Steve clearly saw it happen, and he’s doubled over laughing near the sliding glass doors, still naked, and Eddie really doesn’t find it all that funny. 

“Fuck you, asshole, that hurt!” Eddie yells across the yard as he awkwardly untangles himself from the wreckage. Steve just laughs harder, and as much as Eddie wants to, it’s hard for him to stay mad at Steve.

Eddie gets up and surveys the collapsed heap of vinyl and aluminum. It looks like it's a total loss, and that does make Eddie smile, fully thankful that the chair from hell finally met its overdue end.

He jogs to catch up with Steve, hoping to slide in the shower with him, where Steve will kiss his wounded pride all better, and maybe go for round two. 

Notes: Song is Permanent 99 by Christian Kane. It's not on Spotify, or I'd just embed it. Gareth's dog is Bonzo, after John Bonham. Because I still like to think he's a drummer in this world, and that still plays with Eddie here, too. They just took their focus elsewhere.

This is the kind of chair I'm talking about, which they're still making apparently?! I had no idea.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiemas and follow along!

If you want to see more of my entries from this challenge, they are in my tag right here!