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max verstappen 

teacher’s pet 

babysitter duty 

play date 

pen pals 

study bug 

college 

teddy bear 

into the arms of another part two part three part four 

worlds biggest fan part two 

behind the camera 

we don’t play about halloween 

passion for fashion

bite the hand

charles leclerc 

big reputation | part two

home ties

all is fair in love and war 

birthday wishes  

the student life part one / part two 

love languages

motormouth 

cat mom 

author 

big girls do(n’t) cry 

tight knit 

friendship bracelets 

you and me got a whole lotta history 

angel baby, devil child 

undercover verstappen

nonsense... or is it? | a very nonsense christmas

oscar piastri 

rookie love

a spoonful of sugar

cherry lip balm 

i am the rockstar, girlfriend 

witchy business 

peas in a pod

southern charm 

kiss it better

nothing good ever happens at the work christmas party

daniel ricciardo 

ric number three 

cooking up a storm 

rockstar 

wedding bells 

big apple lovin’ 

ultimate wing man 

i don’t wanna be funny anymore 

lewis hamilton 

raw chemistry 

doggy day care 

get the bag 

top secret 

signed up for life 

spice up your life

sebastian vettel 

racing royalty 

family ties 

pierre gasly 

we never go out of style 

final(ly) girl 

mick schumacher 

summer breaking 

opposites attract 

lando norris 

lonely hearts club 

suck up 

team bonding 

best friends 4 ever

frost bitten 

dj got us falling in love 

big time rush 

loving on a sunday

head in the clouds

reluctant cupid

bad blood (lando's version)

ballad of lovebirds and puppy dogs

just add water

george russell 

george russell’s the type of guy 

first impressions matter

esteban ocon 

always the ones you least expect 

carlos sainz 

journalist 

old money 

are you going to be my girl?

toto wolff 

falling for you 

alex albon 

nine lives 

careful what you wish for

yuki tsunoda

guess who?

logan sargeant

pick of the crop

lance stroll

brother's best friend

mamma mia 

mamma mia  

no more ace to play 

honey, honey

age of no regret 

a wonderful thing 

a very mamma mia christmas

if you need me, let me know, gonna be around

guilty as sin masterlist

[e-vay]

Hello! I'm a Brazilian fan and I love your work so much! Congratulations on that! I'd like to ask you what's the best Sonamy fanfic you've ever read and what's the best you've ever done in your opinion? It's okay if it's in English and I'm sorry if I wrote something wrong, I'm still not a professional in the language ❤️

I get a lot of fanfic questions so I figured I'd lump them all together here. Also, @blsantos your English is great, please don't apologize :) Honestly, some of the best fanfics I've ever read are sent to me as recommendations anonymously. So please, always send me your recs!

On that note, I want to specifically send 1,000 kisses to the anon above who recommended "I Love You - Come With Me" by @molinaskies

"I Love You - Come With Me" by @molinaskies was one of those stories where I wasn't sure what to expect, but as soon as I started reading it I PHYSICALLY COULD NOT STOP until I finished it. It has not only romantic love but self love. It's healing and cathartic. The author nailed the intricacies of Sonic's and Amy's characters.

"Subliminal" by @maddiebat takes place post-Sonic Frontiers and ahhh it just makes my heart explode. I can see this fic actually happening in canon! It will pull on your heart strings, I guarantee it.

"Late Night Talks" by @luescris takes place during the Metal Virus arc of the IDW comics. I haven't read the comics yet but I was aware of that arc enough for this story to make sense. I loooooove touch-starved themes and this fic really hit it outta the park!

"Birthday Surprise" by Shteph is a BLAST! It's a one-shot but it is filled with tons of great moments and humor and romance. There are scenes in this fic that legitimately gave me butterflies and had me kicking my feet and squealing 🥰

If you haven't read "What Was Stolen" by @beeextraordinary123 you are DEPRIVING YOURSELF! For the love of all that is good, go read it! If you aren't aware of it, it's an AU where Amy is a princess who meets a dashing blue thief 😉 It's full of all the delicious angst you could ever want with tons of romance and fantastic character exploration. I've physically sobbed over this story.

If you're looking for something short and sweet, check out "Late Night Texts" by @paddy-nic. It's one of those stories that gives me second-hand giddyness.

These are just some of the fics that have been on my mind recently and I hope you enjoy them as much as I have! And again, please always send me recommendations. I'm always looking for good sonamy fics. I live and breathe for these cotton-candy dorks.

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As far as my own fics, I write a lot but I don't post much of what I've written. Of the fics I have posted so far, my favorite is Bubbles and Blush. There's no drama, it's just slice of life with pre-established sonamy and LOTS of lovin'. I had a whole lotta fun with that one!

Also for those interested, I am on AO3!

[xpao-bearx]

"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 HERE

Read Part 2 HERE

Read Part 3 HERE

NOTES: I literally put my whole heart and pussy into the previous part and it's just so THRILLING to see all the immense love and support!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️

I'm reeeally hoping y'all will like this part, too! Steven has an extremely special place in my heart, but this time we're shifting focus and giving our lovably murderous Moon Boy JAKE his time to shine!! \(^o^)/

Now as we all know, Jake unfortunately hasn't had a lot of screen time yet. I also watched Moon Knight for the third time and besides his confirmed appearance in the post-credits, there are some other more subtle scenes that I'm PRETTY sure Jake was in and it was a lot of fun for me to think so and obsess over!

But I digress! Anywhore, as I was saying, since Jake hasn't been on a lot the way I write him is PURELY made up. Of course, I try my best to capture the vibes I personally get from him, but until Season 2 drops (because I am NOT giving up on that) we don't know for certain what his personality's actually like (and I haven't read the comics please don't shoot me). It was a little challenging, but I really enjoyed getting to explore Jake and his perspective quite a bit! Though he ended up being a bit sadder than I intended CUZ THIS BOI JUST NEEDS AND DESERVES A WHOLE LOTTA LOVIN'❣️

Furthermore, I am not a Spanish speaker. Jake obviously is and I wanna stay as true as possible to the character by having him speak some (*cough* S E X Y *cough*) Spanish throughout, but if I made any mistakes at all then please kindly correct me as I mainly just use Google Translate and/or search up Spanish terms! For example, I was made aware that "ese" means "that" in Spanish. However, it's also Spanish slang for "dude", "man", etc. and I just find it fitting for Jake to call the boys that 😅

Also, Jake is...rough 😳 Don't worry, he loves and cares about you a LOT, but this is a fair WARNING in case you're not into that! And this part got pretty long, IDK I probs blacked out somewhere in the middle and this is le horny result~

Additionally, do y'all think the relationship between reader x Steven/the boys is going too fast? I really try to make it as natural as possible, but hey this is only fiction after all and I think Steven, for one, falls in love FAST since in the show he was already simping for Layla the first time they met 😂 But I can't judge Steven cuz I'd be the same if I ever met Oscar Isaac I mean, I'm already simping now but YOU GET IT

And a lil funny coincidoink, Like A Virgin came on the radio which I guess was your guys' universal push for me to continue this ASAP!

I truly am sorry for the wait!! Life is hard but I simp harder xD

TAGS: @autismsupermusicalassassin @ungracefularchimedes @pimosworld @ababynova @sweatyroadcowboyjudge @anapnovo-blog @am-3-thyst @harrys-tittie @zukoisbabee @wiltedwonderland @the-ginger-draws @bitchyglitterfox @readingfan @spidey-3 @minigirl87 @wandasupremacy @simba-will-live-on @wavychelle @thepowerthismanhasoverme @blackholegladiator @kittytiddywinks @literalfkinsimp @valen-yamyam16 @shaunalouie @howellatme @aleat0ri0 @bean-is-reading @indigxjunipxr

Part 4: Gonna give you all my love, boy

Your chest rose and fell with each soft, blissful snore. Your face void of any burden, open and peaceful; plump lips parted slightly, looking so kissable. And that's exactly what Steven did, lonely lips descending to meet yours--his slumbering goddess.

An insatiable part of him longed for you to awaken, to spend more time fumbling around in the sheets until sunrise. But he knew, more than anyone else, that sleep was important. And he had no doubt that after all the...unique events that progressed your relationship, you deserved all the rest you can get.

Like the proper gentleman he was, he had cleaned you up before snuggling in bed together until dreams inevitably consumed you. And now here you were, using one of his arms that he can't feel anymore as your pillow and your bodies exchanging heat.

Then his mouth lowered, down your chin, to your throat, and to the delicate dip between your neck and shoulder. Planting butterfly kisses on your skin, lips tracing and eyes memorizing every perfect imperfection that dotted your body like constellations.

He noticed your breathing slowly growing uneven, your nipples salaciously peaking through your tank top. He knew he had to stop. He had to, but...

He lifted his free hand, inching towards your breasts before freezing, clenching into a tight fist that had his nails digging into his palm.

His cheeks bloomed red, pulling away and laying on his back as he stared up blankly at the ceiling. What the fuck was he doing?

"Jake, mate... I know you're there, might as well say something, yeah?" Steven whispered.

'Your senses are improving, ese.' Jake snickered. 'Is that why you stopped? No need to be shy, it's just the same as watching porn.'

Steven turned redder, clearing his throat. "Jake, you know you can meet Y/N too, right?"

Silence greeted him. Steven waited patiently, giving his alter all the time he needed. As rough around the edges as they may be, the boys all cared about each other and Steven knew that all Jake needed--deserved--was time. Hell, he and Marc didn't even know Jake existed for a while until he finally felt comfortable enough to reveal himself.

'Nah, ese.' Jake snorted, though his voice held a certain heaviness to it. 'She's all yours. You deserve her, Steven.'

"You're a part of me, Jake. You deserve her, too."

'Don't think your little cariño would appreciate it so much that you're wanting to hand her off to some other asshole.' Jake scoffed.

"I'm not 'handing her off', you git. I wanna...share." Steven mumbled the latter, gulping thickly.

'Steven...' Jake sighed, but Steven sensed intrigue in his tone. 'I don't know what the fuck you expect from this talk, ese. We only share the same body, that's it.'

"You're lying and you know it. Two months working with Y/N, I never said anything, but I knew you were always there. This damn body isn't the only thing we share, 'cause I know your feelings are just the same as mine."

It was then that you mewled softly, shifting and wrapping an arm around Steven's waist and cuddling close to his side with a content little smile on your lips as you slept.

Steven melted and he felt Jake do so, too.

"I'm not giving you an out, mate." Steven chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I'm absolutely buggered and so are you."

♡•••🌙•••♡

Steven, that absolute fucking puta.

As soon as Jake opened his eyes, dread filled him. Slowly turning his head and seeing your back to him, he knew Steven gave up control at some point and forced Jake to come out from the shadows.

He's tried multiple times to drag that pendejo back out, but Steven has obviously put up a block between them. Jake sighed frustratedly, his gaze lingering on you once more.

His heart ached. And fuck it hurts.

He wasn't Steven.

He did not deserve you.

He was dirty--rotten. He was only good for causing pain; even the ways in which he protected the boys were brutal, inhumane.

And he loved the chaos. Thrived in it.

When Steven met you for the first time, two months ago, that was what Jake intended to cause as well. Pain. Heartbreak.

Nothing more than another pretty notch to add to his belt.

But you...surprised him. You actually cared about Steven, gave him basic human respect and the time of day when no one else did and just fucking listened. Accepted him with open arms and such a kind, blinding smile. And pretty soon, Jake yearned for that, too. From you. Just you.

You didn't even know he existed--you didn't fucking care about him--and yet you smashed his glass heart into a thousand pieces, leaving him to find the sharpest shard and continuously stab himself as punishment.

That's what he deserved. Not you.

But oh... You looked so cold. Why were you so far away? What the hell were you thinking, pulling away from him?

Like a lion stalking its prey, Jake crawled towards you until he was on top of you. His dark eyes trailed down your sleeping form, so beautiful, so vulnerable. He didn't realize his hand was shaking slightly as it reached up to caress your face, breath hitching as his thumb glided across your bottom lip before slowly slipping it inside your mouth.

He watched, completely entranced, as your saliva coated his thumb and the way in which you squirmed so that you were now laying on your back, facing him. You were still asleep, though your brows creased together and your breathing grew shallow.

What were you dreaming about, Jake wondered? Were you dreaming about last night? Steven didn't feel him then, but Jake was there and it was the best torture he's ever endured.

He can make you feel good--better. And if there was any room in your heart (and legs) for him, he'd more than happily prove it to you.

But you were so kind, so sweet... Surely you'd accept him, too, right?

Surely you'd relieve him of his huge fucking hard-on, right?

He found himself lowering, lowering, lowering--then stopped just as his lips were about to meet yours.

No...

You didn't deserve this. You didn't deserve him.

As if he was just burnt, he sprang away from you and sat at the foot of the bed, keeping as much distance as possible. His head hung low, hands scrubbing his face in frustration before turning into self-loathing slaps.

He quickly got a hold of himself, lest you have a cruel awakening to him. Not Steven.

He looked over his shoulder. You really did look cold. He unchained the ankle restraint then stood up, walking over to your side and tucking the blanket over your unfairly scantily clad body.

God... How he wished he was the one keeping you warm.

He then shook his head, glancing towards the wall clock. 5:40 a.m.

He can sneak out and do some business for Khonshu. And by the time he returns, hopefully Steven does, too.

He has to.

♡•••🌙•••♡

You rolled over in bed, expecting to cuddle up next to something much more solid than a pillow. Your brows furrowed, a hand flying out to pat the bed and not finding what--who--it was seeking.

Your eyes snapped open and you bolted upright. You looked around in a frenzy, eyes still bleary with sleep and finding the apartment completely empty.

You then noticed the time on the wall clock. 7:20 a.m.

You were off work today, but you weren't sure if Steven had a shift. But even if he did, it was still too early for the museum to open.

So...

Where the hell was Steven?

He couldn't have ditched you...could he? No, that wasn't possible, this was his flat.

But wait... What if this was his subtle way of telling you to get lost? That he didn't want to see you still here when he comes back from wherever the fuck he went to?

You overstayed your welcome, didn't you? This was what it was about, isn't it? This was all your fault, right?

You were on the verge of hyperventilating when, at the corner of your eye, you spotted a bright yellow sticky note on top of the books on the bedside table. You quickly ripped it off, reading the messy, rushed handwriting.

Don't know when I'll be back. Just relax. Food for you is in the kitchen, amor.

You blinked away tears you didn't realize were forming once, twice, then bursted into laughter.

"Fuck, seriously, what is wrong with me?" You berated yourself, still laughing.

This was Steven. Of course he would never abandon you, and you would never abandon him.

He proved it to you, after all. The memories of last night terrorizing your brain once more, making you blush like a virgin (which you were--for now).

You wanted to prove yourself to him, too. And you're sure you'll think of something, but at the moment you became distracted as your eyes landed on Steven's black sweatshirt sprawled carelessly across the floor.

You put on your glasses then hopped off of the bed and picked up the sweatshirt, tugging it on and letting out a giggle as it drooped over your thighs, turning the sleeves into little hand mittens and your body and heart just feeling so warm.

You ambled over to the kitchen, seeing a plate of slightly burnt toast and scrambled eggs clumsily covered in plastic wrap on the small dining table. You chuckled softly, taking the plastic off before sitting down and having breakfast.

As you chewed, once again your brain couldn't help but wander off.

It was only a little thing. Such a stupid thing, really. But still, it just would not stop nagging you.

Amor. It was French for 'love'.

But... Steven didn't spell it with a U. It was supposed to be amour.

Amor, no U, was the Spanish spelling. And Steven, who seemed fluent in French, should know that.

But people make mistakes, and who were you to judge such a minuscule, silly mistake?

Before you could entertain yourself by ruminating over such nonsense some more, your ears perked up when you heard the lock click and the door opening and shutting close. You kept quiet, watching as Steven slowly trudged in.

He was wearing a flat cap and a trench coat, and from your spot in the kitchen he hasn't noticed you yet. But he looked...different.

You couldn't quite explain it, but he seemed...tense. On edge. An air of agitation surrounding him, stiff in his movements yet carrying a sense of confidence at the same time.

Wild.

You then swallowed, standing up from your chair and silently making your way over to Steven with his back turned to you as he busied himself with stripping off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling him jolt. But before he could react, you spoke up.

"I missed you..." You murmured, embracing him more tightly as you pressed your cheek to his back. "Don't do that again, please. At least wake me up if you're leaving."

Steven didn't say anything, completely rigid and gloved hands balled into tight fists.

Then it clicked.

"You're not Steven...are you?"

His shoulders jerked, and you pulled your face away to look up at him. But you never removed your arms, keeping them in place around his waist.

Then his shoulders drooped, hearing him take a sharp intake of breath before ever so slowly turning his head over his shoulder.

"Caught red-handed." His lips curled up into a smirk, dark eyes gleaming down at you. "You're much more observant than I thought, princesa."

Your breath hitched, mouth agape and eyes blown wide as you gawked at him. You didn't know what to feel. Well, there was definitely excitement, but you weren't sure if it was appropriate for you to feel such a way.

Regardless, you were glad Steven was open and honest with you from the get-go. You knew, at some point, it was inevitable that you'd meet the two other men he's mentioned. So, you weren't too taken aback to be experiencing this right now.

"Judging from your accent and what you called me just now... You must be Jake?" You queried, cocking your head to the side as you stared up at him. Funny, he shared the exact same body as Steven, but he was still...different. The way he held himself, the little quirk to his lips, the look in his eyes--it was all very distinct.

"Don't see why you gotta keep asking me questions, princesa. Seems like ya got it all figured out." Jake scoffed, amusement in his tone.

"Well... You certainly made an...impression when you asked me out." You spoke slowly, carefully, as if not daring to spook some wild animal. You wanted Jake to feel safe, welcomed; because it felt like Jake hasn't at all expected to be here right now, but you wanted to let him know that you didn't mind him. You were happy to be meeting him.

But Jake took it the wrong way. He read your body language as aloof, like you were just trying to be polite. And why wouldn't you be? You were naturally kind, but he knew better.

He was absolutely not supposed to be here. He was never supposed to meet you, never planned to. After all, you preferred Steven.

...Didn't you?

His jaw ticked, his hands untangling your arms around his waist before he spun on his heel to fully face you. You gasped as he did, paling at the sight of blood on his shirt.

"What happened?!" You panicked, your hands immediately touching his body, eyes frantically searching for any injuries. "Did someone hurt you?! Oh my god, who did this to you?!"

"It's not my blood."

You froze, a chill coursing through your veins. Slowly, your head tilted up, meeting his gaze. It was much darker than before, flecks of savagery brewing within. And yet, you also saw...loneliness.

Longing.

"Are you scared, Y/N?"

You held your breath, his voice cracking as he uttered your name for the first time. It was a simple question that had a painfully simple answer.

"I am."

Jake shut his eyes, inhaling deeply and letting it out in a wavering breath.

He fucking knew it.

"Jake..." His eyes snapped open at your voice, so soft, so unexpectedly calm. "Will you...hurt me?"

"I would never." He whispered--promised--holding your gaze sincerely. "I couldn't."

"I'm scared of the...things you can do, Jake." You admitted, noticing his Adam's apple bob as he gulped. His gaze fell to the floor, but you reached up, gently cupping the side of his face. "But...I'm not scared of you."

Jake met your eyes once more, his hardened expression softening as he sighed, nuzzling into your comforting hand. For the first time in a long time, he felt...safe. He was not one of Khonshu's pawns, he was not Steven or Marc's ruthless protector, he was simply...

Jake Lockley.

"I'm sorry..." He murmured, trembling hand reaching out and caressing your cheek; tenderly, fondly, lovingly. "I...was never supposed to meet you. I was fine watching you quietly. But last night, Steven said he wanted us to meet. For me to be a...part of what you have with him."

A deafening silence rang in your ears. Jake watched you with those intense, soulful eyes, brows furrowed and jaw clenched as he waited with bated breath for your reaction. Any reaction.

"Jake..." You have no idea how you even managed to speak, your volatile heartbeat replacing the silence. "Take a shower first, we'll talk after."

♡•••🌙•••♡

Water dripped from Jake's hair, his hands pressed against the wall with his head tilted down as he watched the pristine white tiles of the shower's floor stain red.

This was an all too familiar situation for him. Washing off blood that didn't belong to him, his body getting cleaned though never his damned soul. But it never bothered him before...until now.

He knew there was a chance you'd be awake when he returned, but he figured that he can just pretend to be Steven at least until that idiot takes control of the body again. Jake's done it convincingly enough a few times before back when Steven and Marc were still unaware of his existence, acting as one of them whenever something triggered them and he suddenly had to front.

But when you hugged him, he just...froze. It felt as if he was struck by lightning because this was real--you were real. Your heart-wrenching kindness and beauty were all directed towards him, and he was no longer just a pathetic fly on the wall through Steven's eyes.

But how could he be so fucking dumb? He never should've shown himself, he should've stayed away from the apartment even if it took all day and just let Steven deal with the consequences. And yet...he came back.

Because, the absolute truth is, he wanted to meet you. At his very core, he was a selfish bastard who wanted to be with you, no matter the punishment inflicted on him--he inflicts on himself.

But was he really being selfish?

As drastically different as they were, Steven and Marc managed to control their own separate lives. Steven had his job that he despised, but also the comfort of regularly getting a paycheck that provided for his daily needs. Marc was Khonshu's (main) Avatar and as draining as it was, he could still unwind after a long day with a pack of beer and a Chicago Cubs game playing on TV.

And then, of course, there were Moon Knight and Mr. Knight that ultimately tied them together.

But what about Jake? Was he nothing more than a punching bag for Marc and Steven, only seizing command and handling whatever shitshow they got themselves into that they were too weak to finish?

Jake knew that was his job--his purpose. And honestly, it was okay. He cared about the boys, and keeping them safe meant the same for him as well.

...Until you came along. And for the first fucking time, he actually wanted something. Yearned for someone. Just for himself, and not because of anyone else's expectations or demands of him.

He didn't realize it until you came crashing into Steven's--and his--life like some fucking meteorite, but he was empty. And on the extremely rare occasions that Jake was entitled to the body all for himself, he grew tired of being tired from aimlessly hopping bar to bar. Nearly wiping all his fucking memories out with heavy drinks and the need--the desperation--to forget about the problems he deliberately ignores, hides, even for one single measly night through fucking some random stranger he didn't and won't ever care about.

But you weren't a stranger, that was perfectly clear. Days bled into weeks, and weeks into months; and here you were now, looking all cute--tempting--wearing Steven's sweatshirt, eating breakfast in his home, as his girlfriend.

Steven's girlfriend. Not Jake's girlfriend.

"Jake, you know you can meet Y/N too, right?"

Steven's words from last night echoed in Jake's head, taunting him. And the ridiculous proposition that followed afterwards, of the two of them sharing you.

"You're a part of me, Jake. You deserve her, too."

And maybe, just maybe...Steven's right.

Maybe Jake did deserve you.

But did you deserve him?

"What's got you looking all emo?" Jake's head abruptly whipped around, seeing you with one hand holding the shower curtain open while the other clutched onto a towel covering your body.

Your naked body.

Jake's mouth went dry, completely paralyzed. All he could do was let his eyes scan you from head to toe, undressing you in his mind. He's already seen you last night and he thought he'd be fine just basking you in from Steven's point of view, but oh...he thought dead wrong.

Because now he really wanted to touch you. Feel you. Make you come undone, all because of him. All for him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" His question came out sharper than he intended it to, eyes narrowing as he watched your gaze drop, shifting on your feet uncertainly along with the tantalizing way you bit your lip.

You seemed to be engaging in a silent war with yourself before you shook your head, straightening up as you dared to meet his eyes and slowly dropped the towel to the floor.

"I told Steven this before, but I prefer to get things over with." You smiled a bit sheepishly, stepping into the shower; the warm drizzle of water helped to thaw the ice cold sensation anxiety gripped you with. "I'm a very impatient woman, Mr. Lockley."

"And you think jumping into the shower completely naked with a man you barely know is the answer to your impatience, señorita?" Jake arched a brow, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, it's not like I can get into the shower with clothes on, right? That's just fucking stupid." You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. "Besides... It's because I want to get to know you that I'm here."

"This is a dangerous game you're playing, princesa." Jake murmured, his smirk instantly vanishing; that furrowed brows, clenched jaw sternness once more overtaking his striking features as he regarded you. "I'm not your sweet, sensitive little boyfriend. I'm not Steven." He practically hissed out the name, though there was more sadness to it than venom.

"This isn't a game to me, Jake." You stated firmly, standing your ground as you held your chin high and levelled your gaze with his. "None of this is. I take Steven very seriously--I take our relationship very seriously." You paused, taking a deep, shaky breath. "And I know, maybe I'm moving too fast, and I totally understand your doubts about this--about me. But I'm not a fucking dumbass. I know you're not Steven and I like you, anyway."

Jake was rarely speechless, but even as his mouth parted to say something--anything--nothing came out. He felt something fall down his cheek, and he wasn't too sure if it was water or the strange liquid that suddenly made his vision all blurry.

But he didn't have much time to ponder on it when your hand gently pressed against his cheek, your eyes kind and full of adoration, the same adoration you always bless Steven with and something Jake believed was only a far-off miracle for him.

"Y/N..." He choked out, glossy dark eyes intently set on you. "I'm a monster."

"You're not a monster, Jake." You were quick to counter, taking a step closer, now being chest to chest with Jake. "You're a part of Steven, and anything--anyone--that's a part of him is beautiful. And you sure as hell deserve to live your own life, too. And, well, if you'll have me..." You blushed, looking down. "...I would really, really like to get to know you better, Jake Lockley."

Silence smothered you, wrapping its invisible claws around your neck, and you now fully understood what people meant when they say something takes forever. You thought it would be easier and much less frightening if the ground actually opened up and swallowed you whole, but Jake finally put you out of your misery, his hand turning off the shower and a low chuckle bubbling out of him.

"Well... Damn." He smirked, cocking his head down at you, though his smug demeanour couldn't mask the rosiness that dusted his cheeks. "You really do like me and Steven, huh, querida? Or maybe it's just your boobs up against me that's convincing me."

"Well, if it's helping you to believe me, then I'm not complaining." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing your breasts against him. Both of your breaths stuttered at the close, intimate contact, and you whimpered as his hands landed on your hips, callused fingers squeezing your soft flesh.

"Dios mío..." He growled lowly, his hands slowly, reverently travelling up the curves of your body, leaving a burning wake, before dipping once more and giving your ass a hard smack.

"Ah..!" You gasped, lurching forward, your face bumping against his solid chest. You felt his chest vibrate as a deep laugh rumbled out of him, one hand fisting your hair and pulling your head back.

"I ain't lying when I said I'm not your sweet, sensitive boyfriend." There was mania in his eyes, baring shiny white teeth as he grinned widely at you; like a shark who's smelled blood--your blood--from a mile away, he's set his target and can't be satisfied by anything, anyone else. "Then again, if you could see Steven's thoughts like I can, 'sweet and sensitive' aren't completely accurate for him."

You gulped, but not from fear. You squeezed your thighs together, pupils dilating as you stared up at Jake. "I-I don't mind if you or Steven aren't sweet and sensitive. I wanna be treated nice, but there are plenty of ways 'nice' can be translated to..." You placed a hand on his abs, lips parting as you traced along his taut muscles, looking like some fucking Greek sculpture--a god--with the way his wet body shimmered a divine bronze. "Don't you think so...Papi?"

With no warning, you felt the air get knocked out of you as his lips collided with yours, attacking you; tongues intertwining with a clash of teeth, the moist smack of your lips harmonizing with the vulgar moans Jake drew out of you.

You felt Jake's neediness, the desperation underlying his roughness--as if this was not just the first, but the only time he'd get to kiss you and have you for himself.

As if you'd ever allow for this to be the only time.

Your hands fell to his shoulders, nails breaking his skin and marking him with crescent indents. He groaned as you did, kissing you with even more fervour, fiery passion never ceasing as you both chased after that hellish ecstasy; seizing, bruising, suffocating you.

More, more, more. Giving and taking, taking, taking.

You just could never have enough, clueless as to where you started and Jake ended, Jake's tongue practically down your throat now. You know you needed air, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, but your body refused.

If this was how you died, then you'd die an elated woman.

But Jake suddenly pulled away from you, making you whine loudly. Your hands pawed at his chest, tears springing to your eyes and your ears couldn't even register the pitiful pleas that tumbled out of your mouth for more, more, more.

"You're such a fucking slut, aren't you, mi amor?" Jake snickered, one hand wrapping around your neck, thumb stroking the column of your throat, squeezing just enough to feel as if your head was floating. "Steven always saw you as this pure, innocent angel. But you're not, aren't you? You wanna be corrupted, don't you? You wanna be my pretty little devil, slut?"

"I'll be anything for you, Papi." You replied breathlessly, tears staining your scarlet cheeks. "Just be my everything."

"I'll be whatever--do whatever--for you, mi vida." His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but you heard him loud and clear, his earnesty and sweetness cloying. His other hand caressed your face before he leaned down, his tongue licking away your salty tears, a reprieve from the rapturous flames that engulfed him. "Now... What do you want Papi to do?" He purred, smirking wolfishly down at you. "You want me to fuck you? Spread your little virgin pussy, fill you up with my cock? Wanna see how much you can take, cariño. Take all my cum, don't waste a single fucking drop."

As tempting as his filthy words were, as much as you wanted to, you remembered how Steven refused to have sex with you last night. Of his promise that he'll make love to you another time, when he was better prepared with condoms. And fuck, you wanted him--them--so badly. Steven and Jake. But you respected Steven and his decision, and you did also want for your lovemaking to be special.

"Can I taste your cock, Papi?" You asked, biting your lip as you met Jake's gaze shyly. You felt like a mouse and he was the lion, yet you held the power in whatever was going to happen. "I-I promise I'll take it all... Take all your cum, like a good girl."

Jake knew that you chose not to have sex with him out of respect for Steven, and that only made him love you more. He felt a pang in his heart and a smile tugged up the corners of his lips, eyes locking with yours, full of tenderness and affection.

Right then and there, he knew that you were "the one". For him and Steven.

"Get on your knees like a good fucking girl, then." He breathed, and you didn't hesitate as you instantly dropped to your knees, breasts jiggling slightly as you did. Your eyes widened as his cock stood proudly, mere inches away from your face.

"I...I'm sorry if I'm...bad." Your voice came out as a squeak, mentally slapping yourself before clearing your throat. "I-I've never done this before!"

"You better have not or else I'll hunt down and kill all the fuckers you've ever been with." He barked out a laugh, but his eyes were dark and serious.

Murder was not something Jake Lockley ever joked about, after all.

Strangely enough, you found his possessiveness...sexy. Which only meant that Jake was already corrupting you.

But was that really such a bad thing?

You shook your head, focusing on the cock--erm, task--at hand. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, hearing Jake breathe sharply through his nose as you did. You licked your lips as you watched the pre-cum drip out of the tip, so curious, so transfixed like a moth to a flame.

Your tongue then darted out, experimentally licking the milky fluid. Jake threw his head back with a guttural groan; you've barely even started, and it made you fucking giddy that he reacted like this.

"Jake..." You murmured, giggling softly. You peered up at him through your long lashes, flashing him a dazzling smile. "You're so beautiful, Jake."

"That ain't something you should call a man, mi vida." Jake scoffed, but the crimson tint on his cheeks have spread like wildfire to the tips of his ears and neck. "Especially not when you're the beautiful one."

"Going soft on me now, Jakey?" You teased lightheartedly, slowly beginning to stroke his length.

Jake's breath hitched, brows furrowing as he watched you intently, attentively. "You really are a little devil, Y/N." He chuckled deeply, and you knew that meant trouble. "You think I'm going soft? Looks like you really have a lot you need to know about me."

Like before, his hand fisted your hair, pulling your head back and making you look up at him. "Open up, slut." And you did, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. You flinched slightly as his cock hit your tongue, his other hand grabbing his member and moving it around on your tongue, painting it white.

"Now you're gonna be a good cocksucker, got it?" He grinned down devilishly at you, eyes twinkling with sheer, wicked glee. "You're gonna make Papi cum, like the good whore that you are."

You nodded hastily, eagerly. And you just couldn't fucking take it anymore, jostling forward and burying his cock in your wet, hot mouth.

"That's. Fucking. It." Jake hissed, his grip on your hair tightening ever so slightly. Slowly, you began to bob your head, your mouth accommodating his size. You briefly wondered how anyone could ever even compare this to a banana or a popsicle stick; it was much bigger and your jaw started to hurt, which Jake quickly noticed as you tensed.

"Hey, relax." He cooed, reaching down to tenderly wipe away the tears you didn't realize were flowing down your cheeks. "Easy, Y/N. Relax your mouth, loosen up your throat... Fuck, yeah, that's it. Keep going, hermosa."

With newfound confidence and assurance, you gradually increased your pace. You hollowed your cheeks, your tongue sliding along the underside of his cock with each rhythmic bop of your head. Up, down, up, down--Jake's sinful groans bouncing off the walls of the bathroom, never breaking eye contact as you burned all of him into memory.

Then your surprised gasp was muffled as his foot pressed against your clit, only offering you a cocky smirk in return.

He began to move his foot, his toes budging your clit and stroking along your pussy. You moaned around his cock, grinding against his foot for more friction. Then his other hand grabbed onto your hair, both of his hands now pushing and pulling your head up, down, up, down--drool spilling down the sides of your mouth, resisting the urge to gag as the tip of Jake's cock pounded your throat, your hands floundering to his thighs as you clung on for dear life.

"Fuck, look at you... Una putita tan bonita solo para mí." He laughed, the thrusts of his hips growing fiercer, more rabid as he mercilessly fucked your throat. "Wanna taste me, mi vida? Think you've earned it?"

All you could do was nod, nod, nod--looking up at him pleadingly as you continued to desperately grind yourself against his foot, your own orgasm fast approaching.

Jake's jeering laughter soon stuttered into a heavy, gasping moan; his eyes squeezing shut as his head fell back, hitting the wall. You felt his cock twitch, releasing his seed, shooting down your throat and his balls slamming against your chin.

Your own release coated Jake's foot, your entire body shuddering from the intensity of it all and coughing as Jake finally withdrew his cock out of your mouth. But you didn't have time to revel in the afterglow as Jake's hand wrapped around your neck once more, dragging you up and crashing his lips with yours. You swapped spit and cum, but neither of you cared; the two of you groping, squeezing, clinging onto each other any which way your needy hands could fumble.

You didn't keep track anymore of who pulled away first, laughter ringing in your ears as you both grinned at each other; spent, happy.

The dawn of something new, exciting, promising shining between the two of you.

Wordlessly, Jake turned on the shower again. Then he grabbed the soap, his hands gliding along your smooth skin, his lips attaching to the crook of your neck where he could see the faint pinpricks of his handprint slowly materializing.

"Did I hurt you, mi vida?" As rough of a lover as Jake was, none of his pleasure mattered if you didn't enjoy yourself.

"A little bit." You admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing the top of his head. "But it's okay. I...liked it." You blushed furiously.

"Fuck..." He grumbled, pulling away and looking very much like a kicked puppy, something that you thought only Steven was a pro at. "As cute as you are blushing like that, princesa, I'm so fucking sorry. I know I should know when to stop, when to be gentle...but those are not really what I'm good at." His eyes drifted down, and you can tell that he had a lot more to say. A lot more to regret. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"I forgive you, Jake. Now please... Stop beating yourself up, okay?" You cupped his face, pecking his nose and meeting his gaze. "I'm not lying when I said I liked it, but don't blame yourself too much. I also should've done something, spoken up if it was too painful for me." Your fingers ran through his hair, smiling softly, lovingly at him. "All of this is new for me--for us. But it's okay, 'cause we can learn together, yeah? And if you'd like, we can come up with a safe word if things get too rough."

Jake hesitated, wondering if you were really telling the truth and not just trying to comfort him. But one look at your sweet, loving smile was more than enough for his worries and doubts to fade away, his own smile gracing his lips and his hands holding your own that were so gently, kindly cupping his face.

"I think that would be great. Any idea what the safe word should be?"

"I was thinking 'Khonshu'." Your answer made Jake snort before he bursted into laughter, you joining shortly after.

"Mi vida, if you say that bastardo's name while we're fucking, you really are gonna make me go soft." He chuckled, pinching your cheek and kissing your forehead.

"Fine, fine! Clearly coming up with a safe word is what I'm not good at. Let's figure it out together." You playfully rolled your eyes, giggling and kissing his cheek. "Anyway, I'll head out first. But don't take too long or else I'll jump in the shower with you again and for the sake of Steven's water expenses, you do not want that happening."

"On one condition, señorita. You have to wear my clothes when you get out, not Steven's." He hummed to which you laughed and nodded, but just as you were about to step out of the shower, Jake suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to his chest.

He leaned down to your ear, voice a low purr as he spoke; like it was a secret, a sacred oath between only the two of you.

"El amor de mi vida, mi salvavidas... Nunca te dejaré ir."

Your lips curled up into a smile, your heart swelling achingly within your chest. You turned around and leaned up on your tiptoes, your lips melting perfectly together with Jake's, becoming one.

"I love you, Jake Lockley." You whispered, sealing your oath. "Now... Don't keep me waiting. You know I'm an impatient woman."

Jake watched with a dumb, lovestruck grin as you pulled away giggling, finally stepping out of the shower and closing the bathroom door behind you. And as soon as you were gone, Jake piped up to the other occupant in the bathroom.

"Steven, ese... I know you're there, might as well say something, huh?"

'Bloody HELL, mate...' Steven's words stumbled out in a rushed, breathless breath. 'That was MENTAL.'

"You're welcome for the free show, ese." Jake chuckled, standing under the spray of the shower as he washed himself off.

Although Jake couldn't see Steven, he knew that the poor, flustered English man was having a damn heart attack at this very moment.

'That was...that was...' Steven was completely at a loss for words, making Jake smirk.

"The hottest fucking thing you've ever seen? Yeah, I know. Y/N's our sexy girlfriend, after all." Jake turned off the shower, hopping out and drying himself off with a towel. "You're right, by the way. We're both absolutely fucked."

'I'm just glad it all worked out, mate.' Steven replied, relief and happiness flooding his voice. 'You deserve her. WE deserve her. It's just...' He trailed off, sighing deeply. 'Now that I think about it, I'm worried about Marc.'

"Fuck Marc." Jake snapped, his eyes settling on the mirror, Steven's reflection staring back at him with an anxious crease between his brows and lips downturned. "We deserve to live our own lives, too, Steven. That cabrón's just gonna have to deal with it."

And deal with it, Marc will. But...

You'll have to deal with Marc, too.

[uneasylisteningradio]

The Kids Just Don’t Understand: Bubblegum Apocalypse March 18, 2023

This show finally lives up to its name! Another Saturday sub!

stream on Mixcloud

The Oranges - Saturday Night

Kasenetz-Katz-Super-Circus - Let Me Introduce You (To the Kasenetz-Katz Orchestral Circus)

DJ speaks over Mr. Bloe - Groovin' with Mr. Bloe

Captain Groovy and His Bubblegum Army - Captain Groovy and His Bubblegum Army Tommy James & The Shondells - Mirage Steel Wool - No Sugar Tonight Chee Chee and Peppy - I Know I'm in Love Wadsworth Mansion - Sweet Mary Detroit Road Runners - Whole Lotta Lovin' Tommy Roe - Jack and Jill The Banana Splits - Wait Til Tomorrow Honeybus - Girl of Independent Means

DJ speaks over Up 'n Adam - Rainmaker

Kasenetz-Katz-Super-Circus - I Got It Bad For You UK Jones - And the Rains Came Down Roberto Jordán - Como Te Quiero (Birds of a Feather) Tricycle - Simon Says

GG Allin - Up Against the Wall Tru Fax and the Insaniacs - Up in the Air The Dogs (with Les Calamites) - Down at Lulu's Prince - Crimson and Clover Pickettywitch - Waldo P. Emerson Jones Lush - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep Librarians with Hickeys - I Enjoy Being a Boy (In Love With You)

The Wombles - Remember You're A Womble Mike Chapman - Santa Monica Sunshine (demo) Sweet - Funny Funny The Equals - Green Light ? and the Mysterians - Do Something To Me The Teri Nelson Group - Sweet Talkin' Willie

Bo Gentry & Ritchie Cordell - Stone Go-Getter Thee Prophets - Magic Island Professor Morrison's Lollipop - Oo-Poo-Pah Susie Le Cirque - Land of Oz

The Fevers - Ohio Express

[owls-blog]

I think it's fair to credit @trashmouth-richie because I would have never done this if I hadn't seen that someone also had this headcanon. I went for relatively standard 12 songs per one side, so 1 mixtape is 24 songs in total. All links should work and redirect to YouTube Music. Also below there is a link to YouTube Music playlist. If anyone would like to see Vol. 2, let me know.

: : : : : : : EDDIE MUNSON'S MIXTAPE : : : : : : :

"songs i masturbated to before you agreed to go out with me"

📼 SIDE A 📼 1 Kiss - War Machine (1982) 2 Kiss - Heaven's On Fire (1984) 3 Kiss - I Was Made For Lovin' You (1979) 4 Kiss - I Want It Loud (1982) 5 W.A.S.P. - L.O.V.E. Machine (1984) 6 Iron Maiden - Run to the Hills (1982) 7 Black Sabbath - Paranoid (1970) 8 AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (1976) 9 AC/DC - Touch Too Much (1979) 10 AC/DC - It's a Long Way to the Top (If You Wanna Rock 'N' Roll)(1976) 11 Dio - Holy Diver (1983) 12 Accept - Balls to the Wall (1983)

📼 SIDE B 📼 1 The Jimmy Hendrix Experience - All Along the Watchtower (1967) 2 The Jimmy Hendrix Experience - Foxey Lady (1967) 3 The Jimmy Hendrix Experience - Little Wing (1967) 4 Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird (1974) 5 Led Zeppelin - Whole Lotta Love (1969) 6 Led Zeppelin - Since I've Been Loving You (1970) 7 The Stooges - I Wanna Be Your Dog (1969) 8 Queen - Get Down, Make Love (1977) 9 Queen - Fat Bottomed Girls (1978) 10 The Temptations - Shakey Ground (1975) 11 Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes feat. Teddy Pendergrass - Don't Leave Me This Way (1975) 12 Jefferson Airplane - Somebody to Love (1967)

eddie makes you a mix tape labeled:

“songs i masturbated to before you agreed to go out with me”

…

“Vol. 1”

[severingt]

SoulPM Playlist 17th February 2012

 Everybody Everybody – Blackbox

Every Time I See You I Go Wild – High Inergy

Losalamitoslatinfunklovesong – Gene Harris

Child of Love – Caston and Majors

Just A Little Lovin’ – Sarah Vaughn

Genius II – Valerie Sipson

Turn Back the Hands of Time – Jimmy and David Ruffin

If I Could Give You the World – Hearts Of Stone

Sleep (Little One) – Marv Johnson

Aint No Sun Since You’ve Been Gone – Temptations

Choosy Beggar – Smokey Robinson and the Miracles

Function At the Junction – Shorty Long

Dearest One (Mel-O-Dy) – Lamont Dozier

Baby Don’t You Do It – Marvin Gaye

I’m Still Loving You – Kim Weston

Just Be Yourself – LaBrenda Ben

Silly Boy – Marvelettes

You Sexy Thing – Hot Chocolate

Isn’t She Lovely – Stevie Wonder

Smile – Diana Ross

Good Lovin’ Is Just A Dime Away – Originals

I Just Wanted To Cry – Edwin Starr

A Man Is a Woman’s Weakness – Gladys Knight and the Pips

These Eyes – Jr Walker and the All Stars

The Touch of You – Brenda and the Tabulations

Whole Lotta Woman – Isley Brothers

Loves Gone Bad – Chris Clark

Stormy Weather – Willie Hutch

The Hunter Gets Captured By the Game – Barbara McNair

Hi Heel Sneakers – Sammy Davis Jr

It’s Easy To Fall In Love With A Guy Like You – Martha Reeves And The Vandellas

[dishtothedeath]

but i’ll know, i’ll know | bonbon 3.5 | re: jun’ya, haruki | attn: jun’ya

Innocent until guilty my ass.

Despite everything, time dwindles and the struggle continues. Eyes don’t move from him, and for once in his career, it’s the truly rancid sort of attention. By means of motives and methods, it’s all looped back around to we don’t have anyone better than you, and that ripe pisses him off. Anger doesn’t do good here, they’ve already wasted enough time, and Bonbon’s starting to feel like he’s wasting away underneath everyone’s eyes. But he can do it, he can push for it, he can find a little more defense.

“I wanted t’go to the Malwart because—”

Words he avoided as much as possible, a truth difficult to remember and harder to say.

“— because the person I saw there is dead, Haruki. Even if it was fake, even if they was gone. Wouldn’t you wanna see somebody like that again? Somebody, someone. Someone that important to you? That could tide me over. Remind me of when times were better. Man did it too. We ain’t guilty fer lovin’ folks dear to us.”

The truth of the matter of the Brimstone and Barley, at last aired out; the circus fell apart because its patriarch did, the death of their essential linchpin. With no one to direct the circus, there was no circus to be had. In one fell swoop, Bonbon Bourbon lost everything, and there, in those halls, was a ghost of that man.

Even if it was a lie, it was sweet in its poison. How much he had asked to get to talk to Luchino Ricci, one last time.

No time for sentimentalities. Feelings don’t have place on a courtroom stand.

“Jun’ya himself’s pretty strong, y’know? I don’t know if y’all have seen it, but he’s pretty handy, an’ that takes a good ‘mount of bulk under that suit vest. He’s sharp with handlin’ a lotta things at once, an’ as a butler, you think he’d be good at cleanup, yeah? Quick hands for a lotta chores, multitaskin’ an’ all that.  I don’t think it’s impossible that he’s got the handiwork for takin’ out the cameras an’ settin’ somethin’ like that doohickey up. He already wears a lotta layers— you wouldn’t really notice if he had splash clothes under that suit coat.”

He fixes his bowtie.

“That, an’ the fact of the matter is? Jun’ya’s got somebody he really has’ta go back to. Someone alive, time sensitive, who needs his help as fast as possible back home. It’d make sense for him to wanna speed up the process of gettin’ that prize money by gettin’ rid of his competitors, right? Could pay for a lotta things he needs. Hard to say no to family, right?”

A huff from his tired lungs and about-hoarse throat. The weight of the cameras takes a toll on him. Feels crushing.

“Yer suggestin’ I covered up the blood on my face? That wouldn’t work. My makeup’s grease based, an’ blood’s made of water. Oil an’ water don’t mesh. I couldn’t mix out or cover up a splatter by just tappin’ on fresh paint an’ throwin’ on settin’ powder. I’d have’ta clean off that spot entirely, then match it to the rest, an’ that’d jus’ be fer one spot. It’d be smarter to redo the face entirely, else, someone could see where it don’t match the old paint. Fifteen minutes makes a lotta time an’ a lotta product mess. Like I said, my face’s iconic— if somethin’ was off, you could see it.”

With that, he rests his case for the—

“Oh, an’ by the way, I changed my get up before this whole killin’. Goodness forbid a clown try new sets.”

Okay, now he’s done.

[hits1000]

Top Songs of 1969 - Hits of 1969

Top Songs of 1969 - Hits of 1969 Top Songs of 1969 including: Amen Corner - If Paradise Is Half As Nice, B J Thomas – Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head, Bee Gees - I Started A Joke, Bobbie Gentry - I'll Never Fall In Love Again, Cass Elliot - It's Getting Better, Chicago - I'm A Man, Creedence Clearwater Revival - Proud Mary, David Bowie – Space Oddity and many more! Subscribe to our channel to see more of our content! 1. Amen Corner - If Paradise Is Half As Nice 2. Andrés Do Barro - O Tren 3. B J Thomas – Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head 4. Bee Gees - First Of May 5. Bee Gees - I Started A Joke 6. Blue Mink - Melting Pot 7. Bobbie Gentry - I'll Never Fall In Love Again 8. Cass Elliot - It's Getting Better 9. Chicago - I'm A Man 10. Christian Anders - Geh' Nicht Vorbei 11. Crazy Elephant - Gimme Gimme Good Lovin' 12. Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bad Moon Rising 13. Creedence Clearwater Revival - Proud Mary 14. David Bowie – Space Oddity 15. Dusty Springfield – Son Of A Preacher Man 16. Edwin Starr - 25 Miles 17. Elvis Presley – In The Ghetto 18. Elvis Presley – Suspicious Minds 19. Fórmula V - Cuéntame 20. Frank Sinatra - My Way 21. Frida Boccara - Un jour, un enfant 22. Georges Moustaki - Le Métèque 23. Heintje - Ich sing' ein Lied für Dich 24. Humble Pie - Natural Born Bugie 25. Joe Cocker - With A Little Help From My Friends 26. Joe Dassin - Le Petit Pain Au Chocolat 27. Johnny Hallyday - Que je t'aime 28. Karina – El Baúl De Los Recuerdos 29. Led Zeppelin – Whole Lotta Love 30. Lenny Kuhr - De Troubadour 31. Los Payos - María Isabel 32. Lou Christie - I'm Gonna Make You Mine 33. Lulu - Boom Bang-a-Bang 34. Mal Ryder - Pensiero D'amore 35. Manfred Man - Ragamuffin Man 36. Mario Tessuto - Lisa dagli occhi blu 37. Mary Hopkin - Goodbye 38. Miguel Ríos – Himno A La Alegría 39. Mina - Non Credere 40. Nada - Ma Che Freddo Fa 41. Natércia Barreto - Óculos de Sol 42. Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline 43. Neil Young - Cinnamon Girl 44. Oliver - Good Morning Starshine 45. Paul Revere & the Raiders - Mr Sun Mr Moon 46. Peter Sarstedt - Where Do You Go To My Lovely 47. Plastic Ono Band - Give Peace A Chance 48. Procol Harum - Salty Dog 49. Roberto Carlos - As Curvas Da Estrada De Santos 50. Robin Gibb - Saved By The Bell 51. Roy Black - Dein Schönstes Geschenk 52. Salomé - Vivo cantando 53. Serge Gainsbourg et Jane Birkin - Je t'aime moi non plus 54. Shocking Blue - Venus 55. Simon & Garfunkel - The Boxer 56. Sly & The Family Stone - Everyday People 57. Stevie Wonder - Yester Me Yester You Yesterday 58. The 5th Dimension - Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In 59. The Archies - Sugar, Sugar 60. The Beach Boys - I Can Hear Music 61. The Beatles - Come Together 62. The Beatles - Get Back 63. The Beatles - The Ballad Of John And Yoko 64. The Cowsills - Hair 65. The Family Dogg - A Way Of Life 66. The Flying Machine - Smile A Little Smile For Me 67. The Foundations - Build Me Up Buttercup 68. The Hollies - He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother 69. The Rolling Stones - Honky Tonk Women 70. The Rolling Stones - You Can’t Always Get What You Want 71. The Temptations - I Can't Get Next To You 72. The Who - Pinball Wizard 73. Thunderclap Newman - Something In The Air 74. Tom Jones - Love Me Tonight 75. Tommy James and The Shondells - Crimson And Clover 76. Tommy Roe - Dizzy 77. Vanity Fare - Early In The Morning 78. Wallace Collection - Daydream 79. Wilson Simonal - País Tropical 80. Zager & Evans – In The Year 2525 Related Searches: Greatest Hits of 1969, Best Jukebox 1969 Playlist, Late 1969 Non Stop , Top 1969 Non Stop, Mix 1969 Compilation, Best 1969 List, Late 1969 UK, Best 1969 Playlist, Best 1969 Non Stop, Best 1969 Video, Greatest 1969 Non Stop, Mix 1969 Playlist, Best Jukebox 1969 List, List of 1969 Mix, Top 1969 USA, Best Songs of 1969, Top Music 1969, Hits of 1969 Relate Hashtags: #songsof1969 #hits1969 #songs1969 #listof1969mix #hits1969 #bestsongs1969 #classic1969playlist #greatest1969nonstop #best1969list #best1969video #top1969mix #greatest1969video #mix1969playlist #top1969nonstop #mix1969compilation This Youtube channel does not receive any advertising income, we are very grateful for any Paypal donation, no matter how small, to continue making videos about the history of music. Link: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=HEHMNQ4E3T3ML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvoMnpPPQyA

[mermaidinthecity]

He ain't gotta have money or a brand new truck, but he better shake my daddy's hand when he comes to pick me up. Gotta be a little reckless. A whole lotta fun. And he's gotta know my midnight curfew don't mean 12:01. One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearing, mama lovin', fishing pole carrying, swears a John Deere revving up is music instead of noise. Dirt road, four-wheel driving, riverside Saturday night and Sunday morning, church going kinda boys.

One Of Those Boys by Lauren Alaina

[theofficialdramallama]

Music Recommendation Tag:

Thank you to @the-curious-paracosm <3 <3 <3

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up and then tag 10 people

(Link to songs in list)

The Power of Love | Huey Lewis & The News

Love How It Hurts | Scouting For Girls

I’ll Make A Man Outta You | Peter Hollens

Oh NaNa | K.A.R.D ft. Hur Young Ji (CC button for English subtitles) <3

There’s A Whole Lotta Lovin’ Going On | Six

Real To Me | Brian McFadden

The Silence | Alexandra Burke

Black Widow | PRISTIN

Foundations | Kate Nash

No Good Advice | Girls Aloud

Got a bit of everything there :P Tagging anyone who wants to do this :D

[galmance]

steddie brainrot fic rec (vol. 1)

in no particular order, i have compiled my top 8 completed steddie fics...

i have endured the crippling brainrot of spiraling down with this ship so you can have the best of the best! the cream of the crop! for you my loves:

cool just doing nothing with you (anniebibananie) It's never easy, recovering from the trauma of a battle with the supernatural, but this time Steve has Eddie. And weed. Hopefully one of those two can help him sleep at least.

Whole Lotta Love (stereobone)

Steve scoffs. "I think if I was dating someone, Robin, I would be the first to know about it."

"Would you, though?" Robin says.

my name for you (kefisdemise)

a small look into the development of steve and eddie's relationship through conversation and situation. or, five times eddie uses a nickname (read: pet name) for steve, and one time steve uses one for eddie.

White walls come tumbling down (Thorinoakentwig)

“You know I think about two-thirds of Hawkins High would claw my actual eyes out to have the Steve Harrington as their soulmate.” Eddie says thoughtfully and then waggles his eyebrows.

Steve laughs. “Two-thirds? Seems awfully low.”

 (Or: Steve Harrington’s multi-year bisexual awakening, soulmate style)

you're the one (that i want) (wayferette)

Steve is a hopeless romantic with a notched belt of failed one-night stands and the idea that all of the girls in Hawkins are a waste of time. He's nearly ready to give up on love...until a doe-eyed boy Steve has never seen before walks into Family Video.

Or: Steve works at Family Video and Eddie shows up sometimes...but they keep running into each other

open up your lovin' arms (i want some, want some) (oaseas)

Dustin's concerned Steve's going to die alone. Steve's concerned Dustin won't ever understand the concept of boundaries. 

Or: Dustin attempts to save Steve's love-life.

there's a clock in my head (is it wrong? is it right?) (cloverspies)

(they're hiding out the night after everything happens. robin deals with feelings she knows she has. steve deals with feelings he doesn't understand)

Not So Bad (outofmygourd)

Vecna is dead. It's the summer after the party's freshman year. Steve Harrington spends it in the Family Video Store, and Eddie Munson is spending post-graduate life bothering him. And maybe Steve isn't as bothered as he used to be.

[thorniest-rose]

I had this idea of off kilter, if slightly deranged Eddie constantly making mixtapes for Steve and leaving them in the tape deck of his car so that as soon as he starts the engine they start blaring. And they start off with the standard flirty classic rock songs like Whole Lotta Love, I Was Made For Lovin’ You, You Really Got Me and so on, but as time goes on and Eddie gets more desperate and unhinged, the tone of it all gets darker and darker and heavier and heavier until Steve finds a tape full of gross early extreme metal like Pleasure to Kill, Bestial Lust, and Show No Mercy in his stereo in his bedroom

oh I love this so much. Like the thought of Eddie just leaving Steve all these twisted little romantic mixtapes that just get increasingly weird and unhinged. Does he leave little notes for Steve too, or does he let the music do the talking? And does Steve like them at all, even a little, or is he frightened and grossed out? Just imagining Eddie back at his trailer making his new mixtape for Steve, with all these really intense metal songs, and he's thinking about Steve listening to them, and that leads to him thinking about fucking Steve while they're playing, and he gets so turned on he can't think straight. All these images in his head of having Steve strung out in his bed, filled with Eddie's cock, while heavy metal blasts from Eddie's stereo. And all the while Steve's across Hawkins in his bedroom listening to Madonna and George Michael but every now and then he looks at one of the mixtapes that Eddie made for him, and he hates the music on it, so he refuses to put it on, but he still feels a shiver go through him at the thought of Eddie making it for him and leaving it in his car.

[megthemewlingquim]

stitches (part two)

Summary: You and Matt need each other.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: smut! 18+ content. a whole lotta desperate lovin'.

A/N: This is part two of 'stitches'. You can read part one here. This is purely the smut portion of the request that inspired this two part mini series. Thank you to @gaitwae for helping me with a line at the end. This GIF brings out a reaction from me that is completely and unashamedly feral.

"Please," you whisper, "please don't — don't leave me."

"No," Matt says softly. "Never." He holds your head, strokes your hair. Breathes you in. "I'd never leave you." He exhales, and his own breath is shaky. "But you can't leave me either."

You find yourself unable to say anything else to that... not that you want to. All you can do is hold him, clawing at his back and pressing up against him as much as you can without hurting him.

In an instant, something changes in you, and you pull your head back and kiss him hard and passionately on the lips. He accepts, kissing you back with fervor.

You need him. You need to feel him. And you know, by the way he takes his hands away from your head and brings them down to your ass, he needs you too.

He pulls back. "Let me take you to bed," he breathes. "Please."

"Yes," you whisper, instantly.

He grips you, tightly, standing up and carrying you into the bedroom. He lays you down so gently, kissing your forehead. "Does your back hurt?" he asks. "It isn't too scratched up, just... one big bump where you hit the wood."

"It's a little sore," you admit.

"Did you want to be on top?" he asks, tilting his head. "I don't mind." He takes his glasses off and turns to his left and manages to put them on the bedstand. He turns back to you, and, though his eyes do not find yours, he is still looking at you. "I'd... I want to feel you on me. I want to have my hands all over you." He grins. "I want to feel you shudder as you come."

You gasp at that. "Oh... yes, please."

Matt hums, a curt little sound that sounds amused. He takes his black shirt off, and you see his crucifix necklace, glinting in the small amounts of light peeking through the window. He never takes it off. Not anymore. Not since he married you. "Good." He drops himself, falling beside you. He shuffles out of his pants, and leaves himself in his boxers for the time being. "I wanna undress you myself though. I can never resist having my hands all over you."

He rolls over to face you and soon enough, he's unbuttoning things and unzipping things and shuffling you out of your clothes, careful of your bruises and your back.

"We don't want more of these tonight, do we?" he asks, placing a hand right where a bruise is --- on your bare shoulder. It's a genuine question, though one you know he's hoping you'll say no to.

"No, thank you," you mutter. "These hurt like a bitch. The ones you leave... they're better, But... no, not tonight."

"Alright." He smiles. "No problem." His hands softly caress you, covering your body in warmth and a firmness that you love so much. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, deep in thought. "How anyone can be this lovely... I have no clue. Best not to question it."

He grips you just a bit tighter and leans into softly kiss your breasts. His tongue is warm and his lips are soft, and he tenderly strokes your waist and your stomach. You sigh contentedly, but you fight to keep your head up and look at him. The angle is a little bothersome on your neck.

Matt notices. "Just lay back, sweetheart." He smiles. "It's alright. I'll take care of you."

He knows all of those words are the dreaded combo, the attack that hurls you into subspace. The wind is knocked out of you and you sigh into the air, letting your head fall back onto the bed.

"There you go," he mutters. You can hear the smile in his voice. "Good girl. Lift your hips for me." You do so. He brings you a very big, very soft pillow and places it under you. Your hips are now elevated. You know what he's going to do next.

"Matt."

"Yes?"

"You don't — you don't have to do that."

He hums. "Angel, you always say this. Do you not want me to do this?"

"N-no," you whine admittedly.

"Then let me. I want to do this. Let me love you. Let me make you come. Please?"

You nod. "Yes. Yes... please."

A smirk, then he leans in and begins to make love to you with his tongue. His movements are so gentle, so tender but so confident. He moves to lay down completely, hands coming down to your waist and keeping you where he can reach you.

For a while, nothing is said as Matt continues. He licks and sucks and nibbles at your pussy with no rush, no sense of urgency. He takes his time with you, hearing your little gasps and whines, feeling your little movements when he does something you particularly like. He hums into your pussy, curt little moans of his own. The warmth in your lower belly continues to grow, and your sighs become louder and more frequent.

When you get close, you reach out and grab his hands. He takes your hands in his, never stopping.

"Matt — " you gasp, your cunt clenching around nothing as the warmth in your body spreads. "'m coming—"

"I know," he mumbles into your pussy. One hand lets go of yours to rest on your lower stomach. "I know, sweetheart. I can feel it. Come for me." He latches onto your clit, sucks one, two, three times, and you're gone.

He holds you down by your stomach with one hand as you come, keeping his mouth on you and leaving the other hand in yours. You exhale your moan in a shaky breath, your eyes shut tight. You know Matt loves the sounds of your moans, despite how soft and breathy they may be.

"There," he moans, softly praising you through your orgasm. "There you go." When you begin to twitch and shiver with oversensitivity, he lets you go, kissing your inner thigh. "Good job."

You breathe hard, but you're happy and calm. "Thank you..." you breathe. "Thanks, baby." For a moment, you rest both where you are, gathering your bearings and letting the peace settle in.

The second you move, with the intention of returning the favor, he brings a hand up and gently pushes you back down onto the bed. "Now," he says softly, that smirk still present on his face, "where do you think you're going?"

"To return the favor," you say with an equal grin.

"Thank you. I appreciate it, but... I wanna feel you tonight. I wanna be inside you."

"You sure?"

"You can repay me later. For now though..." Matt sits beside you, on the edge of the bed. "Y'wanna get on top, baby?"

You're both slow to get yourselves situated, slow and careful and cautious. You're careful of each other's bruises and stitches. You're careful not to hurt the other.

Slowly, you do successfully get on top of Matt, straddling him. His cock is hard, and ready for you. But first, you lean over him and kiss him. You both wrap your arms around each other, and Matt moans in appreciation.

You sink down onto his cock, slowly, slowly. Matt hisses, and you moan out at the stretch.

"Everything okay?" he asks, looking up at you. His disheveled hair and wide eyes give him a look you absolutely adore. You nod. There's a pause. "Baby?"

"Yeah," you breathe, when you remember. "Sorry... it's good... it's good."

"Good..."

He starts to rock you, back and forth, both hands right at the top of your ass. His breathing is low and even. Yours is higher pitched but at the same pace. You're both relaxed. Relieved. Careful.

Occasional, softer moans break the casual flow of sound, of breath between the two of you. Then,

"You're... you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Matt whispers. "Ever. You know that, right?"

You whimper out a barely audible "yes". But he hears it.

He hears everything; your whimpers, your breathy moans, your tiny little hiccups and sobs of pleasure, the creak of the bed as you rock yourselves... the way your heart rate increases when he praises you.

He can feel everything, too; the warmth of your body against his, the grip of your hands against his back, holding you against him, the sweat on his own forehead, the clenching of your scorching hot walls on his cock...

"You're everything to me," he says with a little groan. "You hear me? Everything."

You look down at him.

It hits you again that he looks absolutely beautiful, even with those disgusting stitches. His eyes are glossed over, his body flushed and pink, his hair disheveled and wild.

"I love you," you whisper in response, your chest tightening with love. You want to say more but you don't know what to say. "I love you, Matty."

He understands. He holds you tighter, rocks you a little harder now. "I know, baby. I know you do. God, I love you so much... I wouldn't want anyone else but you, you know that?"

There it is again, the overpowering feeling his praise gives you. In your eyes, nothing can match up to the way he speaks to you, how passionately and gently he treats you. Nothing you can do or say will ever be more than what he does. You try your best.

He doesn't believe that, of course. He thinks the same thing you do, but about you.

Matt feels so enamored by you, so humbled and adored by you. You're so good to him; so kind and generous and flexible and everything he'd ever want in a woman. But most of all, you love him just as much as he loves you — it feels like more, though.

"No one else but you," he repeats. "You're my everything. My — my only." He breaks off into a moan. "You. Just you."

Everything rises, eventually, and you're left wordlessly shuddering on his cock as you come. He follows, a shaky breath leaving him as he spills... right after you've lifted yourself off of him.

The afterglow is almost like a crash, coming down from that beautiful moment of euphoria, but it's easier with Matt beside you. He's there to hold you so tenderly as the aftershocks run through you, whispering endearments — not just for your sake, but for his own, too.

Everything matters here — especially when you need a reminder that your spouse is alive and well and breathing and safe.

Safe.

Thank you, Matt thinks. It's a prayer. Thank you. Thank you.

Twenty minutes pass. You originally felt awkward, not being able to shower, but you're comfortable enough now. You lay together in the bed, Matt's arm protectively over your shoulder and you up against his bare chest. He stares upward, a wistful expression on his face.

It's an unspoken feeling, then, in the dark. In the dimly lit bedroom. In each other's arms, despite the aching and the stinging of your injuries and your stitches, and the very faint warmth in your bodies from the lovemaking. The feeling is a very mutual one:

We can't promise each other. We can't promise each other that we won't leave.

You almost say something. You almost pick your head up and smile sadly at him. You almost say, "If I do leave, it'll be over my dead body." But you know better. So you keep silent.

But he knows you were going to say something. He could hear the way you inhaled, just slightly, the way your chest became tight for only a millisecond... and the way you exhaled again, letting your chest relax.

"What?" he asks softly. "What is it?"

"You don't..." you trail off. "You don't want to hear it. It's not gonna change things."

He makes a little noise at that. Something... accepting. A little grunt. "Mm."

"We can try, right?" you ask, your tone low but still implying hope. "We can get through it, one day at a time."

He hums. "Yeah, maybe. I've always admired you for your optimism."

You joke, trying to lighten the mood. "Is that why you married me? You needed someone to... counter your pessimism?"

He grins, just a tad. You never fail to make me happy, even on my worst days, he thinks.

"No," he says. "I married you because you sew my socks back up when they get holes in them."

As you laugh, he takes the opportunity to take a hold of your head with one very gentle hand and quickly press little kisses to your forehead and your cheeks and your eyelids and your jaw.

"Yeah," he says with that same smile, "we can try. One day at a time."

[mutogamingco]

[luckyredeyes] And oooh, what a kiss.

Joey had had this notion of grabbing Yuugi like a life-sized plushie and dragging him under the blankets for the world’s most epic snuggles and a whole lotta lovin’. And yeah, he’s probably still gonna do that.

But for now, the whispery touch of his bangs being pushed out of his eyes, and the warmth of the hand against his cheek, grabs his entire attention. A pleasant chill runs up his spine as their lips lock. He leans into Yuugi, letting him take the lead this time.

@luckyredeyes

He'd been thinking about it ever since that blindfold game. What he was going to do when he got home. Normally content to let someone else lead, this time, Yuugi is in control. He wants to make Joey melt.

As eager as he is, he keeps the slow pace. Kissing and running his fingers through that soft hair until he's forced to pull away for air. Brushing noses because he doesn't want to put any distance between them. Trailing soft, playful kisses across Joey's cheek until they both recover their breath.

Hopefully, the surprise is worth the wait.

[quarter-past-eleven]

Fic Rec

Avatar The Last Airbender

Sokka/Zuko

"hey," comes zuko's rough voice, fuzzy over the phone line. "we should go on a road trip"

sokka holds his phone between his shoulder and ear as he leans back in his desk chair and swivels around. "what do you mean?"

"we should drive. take your ute and go up to queensland. spend a week going up and a week coming back down, or something. you know, during the holidays."

***

the australian roadtrip au nobody asked for, featuring hyperspecific locales, mariokart 8 deluxe for the nintendo switch, copious amounts of takeaway, and a whole lotta lovin'.

[ask-the-admin-more-to-come]

[Kah walked to a nearby bathroom. Got into a stall and sat down. Holding his head in his hands as he took shakey breathes…. Why did it happen? Why did he die? Why did it have to be him…]

[Cameras began glitching out again…. And soon we were thrown back into Kahs past…… Kah was seen driving along a strip of road. Right on a cliffs edge. He was leaned back with some music playing]

🎶 Hello world it’s a song that we’re singing

Common get happy!!

Whole lot of lovin is what we’ll be bringing.

Common get happy.🎶

[He was coming up to a bend. He tried hitting the break to slow down…. Nothing.

He began panicking. Sweating. Furiously tried slamming his breaks to make it stop.

Nothing]

🎶We had a dream we'd go travelin' together

And spread a little lovin', then we'll keep movin' on

Somethin' always happens whenever we're together

We get a happy feelin' when we're singin' a 🎶

[Kah felt the world slow down as his car plummeted…. Down into rocky shore lines of the ocean below. He slowly closed his eyes….. this was it wasn’t it?….]

🎶Travelin' along, there's a song that we're singin'

Come on, get happy

A whole lotta lovin' is what we'll be bringin🎶

[He may have lived that one time as a kid… being able to revive and being found in mud after dying…. But there’s no way it could happen again right?….

Right?]

🎶We'll make you happy

We'll make you happy

We'll make you happy🎶

[Crash….. the car parts were seen scattered amongst sharp rocks and ocean. Debris everywhere as slowly. A body resurfaced…. Before vanishing again]