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irvingcoded · 1 year

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❄️ TERROR TEXT POSTS⟶ 7/??

#🍓#john irving #the terror #the terror textposts #edward little #cornelius hickey #harry goodsir #dr samuel stanley #henry foster collins #george hodgson #implied billy gibson #terror.txt #MY EDITS #now here's some more representivity...

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miaukia · 7 months

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mikey practice 😋 hes such a goober

#🍓 ⋆·˚ my art #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #my art #tmnt #mikey #rottmnt mikey #save rottmnt #digital art #silly billy #RAAH

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macabrecravings · 9 months

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Fish likes to send me claude jr memes and each one is perfect 😭

“claude jr if they had weed on hand (there would be peace on earth)” @fishedeyelenz

#ITS TRUE #claude jr #brahms heelshire #billy lenz #written by a friend #original post🍓💌

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euyrdice · 11 months

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aokise + lyrics kise version

#aokise #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #knb #kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basquet #knbedit #im a bit dramatic ab them #here are the songs the lyrics are from in order :-)#the only thing (sufjan stevens) / fine line (harry styles) / more like you (orla gartland)#repeat until death (novo amor) / when the partys over (billie ellish) / landslide (fleetwood mac)#lavender (penelope scott)#thank u heh <3 #🍓.knb #my posts: media #🍓.aokise

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leadpoisoningprincess · 25 days

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im so shocked that billy is polling fourth or fifth in the losers poll behind like hartnell and dundy... idk i would've just assumed he'd be the fandom sweetheart especially on tumblr??? his character is so tumblrina he falls hopelessly in love and gets eaten

#he's so 🪽🎀🫀🩰🚬🐇💕🔪💒💍🥩☁️🍓 to me...#if the terror came out in like 2014 the billy kinnies would be out of control #op #billy

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antipratfaves · 5 months

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@blood-moon-night-coining

Susie Cambell/Twisted Alice from BATIM is Sympathyqueer, Plural, Former RQ

Susie Campbell/Twisted Alice from Bendy and the Ink Machine is sympathyqueer, plural, and a former radqueer!

Billy used the Dark Revival render since the only difference seems to be textures. it hopes thats okay!!

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eddiesbug · 2 years

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Billy is such a mean dom like i know he’d give you conflicting orders just to have a pretext to fuck you dumb 😮‍💨

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oh my god can you imagine😩😮‍💨

telling you to lay on the bed on your stomach and wait for him and he takes his time to even look in your direction after you follow his order. when he finally approaches, he grabs your face really rough and pulls you up by your hair.

“i told you to get on your back, you stupid slut. wanna see your face when i fucking ruin you.”

#🍓 anon #dom.billy #nsfw.billy #billy hargrove concept #notsfwlily #strawberry anon

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tthehair · 1 year

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#🎙️ ahoy people! ; ic #💐 i love you i'm sorry ; wheelrisms #🥧 as you wish ; takenamiss #🧩 i've known it was you ; theolderh3nderson #📹 he shook me all night long ; proudfrcak #🎸different hearts beat on different strings ; alwaysrevvedup #🍓 the origin of love ; hellsitter #🎶 we got a stupid love ; chromatiica #billy tag.

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strawbearri-frog · 2 years

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Whumptober- Day 4

Title: When the Storm is Over, We’ll be Alright Prompt: (Alt prompt) Emergency Blanket Word Count: 1047

Stranger things fanfic

Kind of a continuation of the last one? This is part 1 of 2, tomorrow’s post will be the second part :)) this is mostly hurt/comfort, and a little bit of implied preslash elmax, but it can be read as platonic if that’s not your thing <3

Content warning: implied character death, emotional whump

‘BILLY! Billy…’ Max’s screams turned to sobs, and El rushed forwards, clasping her tight to her chest as she cried. El didn’t understand, not really. She had never had a step brother, especially not one that had died to save her. But she knew that Max was sad, and she knew that sadness was something that didn’t go away for a very long time, sometimes never. So she held Max tight, buried her face in her hair, and cried with her.

Later, much later, after the men in uniforms had stormed the mall, El sat in the back of an ambulance, with a blanket over her shoulders, as someone wrapped her torn leg with a proper bandage. She could see Max in the back of another ambulance a little way away, having her bruised face looked at from where Billy had shoved her into the wall. El’s heart hurt. Billy had been so mean to Max, even before he was flayed, but now he was dead. And he had died protecting her, protecting them all.

As soon as the paramedic had finished pinning the bandage, she stood up and limped over to where Max was. Her face was swollen, tear tracks cutting through the grime on her cheeks. When she looked up at El, her eyes were watery.

El cut her a small, soft smile. She wanted to cheer her up so badly. She couldn’t bear seeing Max upset like this. She spoke softly.

‘Hi.’

Max sniffled, her mouth moving almost like a smile. ‘Hi back.’ She muttered, then scooted sideways and patted the ledge next to her for El to sit down.

El pulled the blanket from around her own shoulders, shuffled to sit next to Max, and draped it over both of them. Max leaned the arm she wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair had fallen out of its braids, messy and damp from the rain. She really was pretty. El rested her head on Max’s, holding her tight. She felt her chest rising and falling under her hands, the rhythm changing as Max began to cry again.

‘I miss him, El. He was shitty and horrible and a massive bully but I miss him so badly,’ she paused, and El pushed her hair out of her face.

‘But it still hurts. I know.’

Max shook her head a little, shrugging as best she could, pressed into El’s chest.

‘It doesn’t even feel like he’s gone, though. I can’t make myself believe that he’s… that he..’ she looked up at El, face full of pain. El nodded at her. She kind of understood. Sometimes, loving someone was a good way to get hurt.

Max lifted her face abruptly, watching Joyce and another strange man appear.

Eleven stared at her, searching for a missing familiar face. She stood up, feeling Max’s arms slip away, and scanned the parking lot for Hopper. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t there. Joyce was clutching Will to her chest, crying. She looked over to Eleven, and she looked back, desperate. Joyce looked away. No. No.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt Max tugging on her hand. Her eyes burned hot, tears pricking sharp as she turned to face her. Max was talking to her.

‘El! El, what’s wrong? Talk to me, please El. Talk to me!’ El glanced over her shoulder again. No. She needed him. He had promised her.

‘Max…’ she gasped out a tiny sob. ‘I can’t see him. Hopper.. he’s..’

Max grabbed her shoulders, glancing around. ‘El. El, look at me. I’m sure…’ she trailed off, glancing over El’s shoulder. She gasped slightly, then spun El around to face away. She stumbled, her leg twinging with the movement, then opened her mouth to ask what Max was doing.

Oh. Hopper was standing a little way away, wearing a dirty green uniform, searching the parking lot. When he noticed her, he jogged over, grabbing her face in his hands. He checked her over, head to toe, then pulled her into a crushing hug. She buried her face in his tummy, soft and warm and safe for the first time in so long. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back.

‘We need to talk,’ he glanced over at Joyce, nodding his head as she met his eyes. ‘We’re going back to the Byers’ house. All of us, right now.’

‘What-’ he shook his head at her question. ‘I’ll explain when we get there. I’ll round up the others, you two, get in the car.’

He clapped her on the shoulder, looked her up and down again. She looked back. He was alive. She was, too. They had made it, and they were going to be okay, eventually. His hand dropped to his side, and he walked away to find the other kids. Max stepped next to her, wiping her eyes. She still had the blanket clutched around her shoulders, but she was shivering and soaked to the skin. Actually, El realized, so was she. It was raining hard. She wiped her wet hair off her forehead as Max looped an arm around her waist, taking her weight as they limped and walked together towards Hop’s car.

She realized once they got there that Max’s blanket had slipped off her shoulders sometime while they had been walking and had probably fallen to the ground. She wondered if she should go back for it. No, she thought. Her leg hurt too much, and besides, it was probably drenched by now. The rain was only getting heavier, the sound of it rattling on the roof of the car soothing her. She felt Max leaning heavy on her shoulder, and when she glanced at her, she looked up, eyes puffy and clouded again. El snaked her arm around her waist, holding her together when it felt like everything was falling apart.

She didn’t know how long it had been, but she woke to the sound of Lucas’ voice close by. Max was still asleep on her shoulder, and Lucas sat to the other side. Dustin was in the passenger seat next to Hop. The three of them were whispering together, something about a Russian laser. El was lost. She sighed, settling back into Max and drifting back to sleep.

#whumptober2022 #altprompt #altprompt 14 #no.14 #stranger things #writing #fic #fan fic #fan fiction #implied character death #eleven <3 #max <3 #st #elmax #billy<3 #whump #hurt #Kye writes #🍓

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irvingcoded · 11 months

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I understand you’ve cleared up our association for Lt. Irving.

#🍓#john irving #lieutenant john irving #billy gibson #cornelius hickey #the terror #the terror amc #MY EDITS #my gifs #gifs #gif set #jirv posting #secret forbidden jirving bonus lore #if i gotta delete this pls just lmk!! but im hoping... its ok......

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berrymoos · 2 years

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i need helppppp

i have a agere one shot book saved and it had little!jason and cg!lucas (temp bc chrissy was his actual but yknow) and i don’t know how to feel about it(;_;) because on one hand it’s cute and fluffy, but on the other hand he’s a bad person who did some messed up stuff but on the other other hand the writer did a good job and made me want to read more and now i’m stuck:(

i know that jason lowkey wouldn’t like me because i’m weird and black but it was a good fix so i need your opinion since my own is letting me down rn😔

hm...this is a toughie, & woo do i suck at giving advice, but here i go! <3

i actually go through the same thing with billy & steve regression fics, bc in the show those two did not like each other (not to mention all the other messed up things he did in the show - i mean, i know why he did the violent things he did bc of neil, but that doesnt excuse them), but fanfic writers do a really great job at giving him character development & making readers (me included) root for their relationship and billy in general.

the thing is, ficwriters take a messed up character, LITERALLY go "hm ... i can fix them >:]" & do just that - and they do a real swell job hdjsjrjwb it literally gets me going "oooo yes billy you go baby" HDKSHDKD

there's nothing wrong with indulging in fics about bad characters interacting with characters they have hurt in different lights. they guilt may eat away at you - it eats away at me sometimes when i realize im reading harringrove - but fanon exists for a reason. fanon exists for people to warp & morph any character they want for the sake of their fanwork.

canon jason may not like lucas, but fanon jason may lean on him for support when he's small.

if they make you wanna read more, read more of it! canon may say one thing, but fanon can say another. that's not so bad, right? fanon can make interacting with a fan base so much more enjoyable. fanbase interaction is supposed to be fun % enjoyable, & if that means writing a little!jason cg!lucas fic even if jason & lucas don't have the best interactions in canon & giving their relationship more debt in this fanon verse, then that's okay. there's nothing wrong with indulging yourself; you're not a bad or weird person for doing so <3

#for the record i dont ship billy & steve i just so happened to be reading a harringrove regression fic #🍓．berry n friends <3 #loserhotline friend <3 #agere asks #agere advice

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macabrecravings · 9 months

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// claude jr spoilers ?

Okay, so… I haven’t even finished writing the chapter but i drew a scene from it LMFAO Haiii :3

Billy sitting on the bathroom floor with Claude looking like he just gave birth 😭😭 Congrats on ur delivery <3

#i hope yall r excited #i am hehe #billy lenz #black christmas 1974 #claude jr #my art🌹💌#original post🍓💌

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hargrove-pce235 · 1 year

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*her eyes widen as she overhears the conversation feeling awful about how bad things seem to be at home but she's determined not to show it so she starts plating up two plates of bowtie pasta and meatballs and some plain pasta with butter for herself. She smiles at Max*

Yeah of course! Help yourself, I was supposed to have family visiting so there's plenty to pick from!

*she brings the plates over to the table as Max grabs her soda and Billy comes back inside. Holding herself back the attention shes paying them to not make Max feel more awkward. She turns on the radio to a rock channel*

Dinner is served. Billy you're welcome to grab something from the fridge and dig in

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*They sit down at the table, Max already picking up her fork and digging in. Billy looks at the redhead for a few moments, taking in the happy looks on her face as she shoves an entire meatball into her mouth. Though he shows no emotion, it's evident that it's important to him that she enjoys her food in peace.*

*Their home life seems concerning, to say the least. It gives the feeling of heavy rocks sitting inside one's chest. As Max seems to be fully relaxed, he grabs his fork. He shoves the food on his plate around for a bit while stealing a glimpse of your plain pasta.*

Why aren't you having some of the meatballs?

*Billy’s words aren't mean but confused. Like he wouldn't be able to fathom the idea of somebody he barely knew making an effort and cooking for him.*

You didn't just cook this for us, right?

#🔥asks🔥#🍓anon #🍓#billy hargrove roleplay #billy hargrove rp #billy hargrove #stranger things roleplay

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antipratfaves · 5 months

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by the way Billy is a hypersexual harmful (anti-c) paraphile in a minor's body and experiences atypical dysphoria (like, but not quite, BIID). you (radqueer) fuckers disgust Billy and if Billy is honest it would rip you to shreds if it ever encountered you in real life. go to hell.

#yes this is about Billy's friend getting rq anons trying to 'convert' flame #like what the FUCK is that about #'yes we're harassing you why dont you join us if you want us to stop'#Billy has a lot of unkind words to say to you but will avoid doing so.#anti prat #anti radq #anti radqueer #anti rq 🍓🌈#anti transabled #anti transautistic #anti transid #anti transx #anti radshit #anti rq #anti transage #anti map #anti radpara #anti trace

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guccifrog · 4 months

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𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑭𝑨𝑺𝑻🍓

ᴹᵃᵗᵗ ˣ ᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ : ˢᵐᵘᵗ 💋

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ : ᴹᵃᵗᵗ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵉʷ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᶠᵃˢᵗ

ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵉᵃˡ ᵒʳ ᶜᵒᵖʸ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ // ⁱ'ˡˡ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Billie Bossa Nova

Billie ᵉⁱˡⁱˢʰ♥︎

⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻

⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

As the first rays of sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, Matt's eyes fluttered open. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned, the warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest quickly reminding him of the reason for his slumber. It was your first morning together in your new apartment. you had spent the night moving your belongings in, and now you had the entire day ahead of you to unpack and explore your new surroundings.

Matt's stomach grumbled, reminding him that he was hungry. He sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and made his way to the kitchen. The room was still dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from the soft glow of the refrigerator. As he walked past it, he made a mental note to pick up groceries later; it was bare as a bone.

Spotting a box of strawberries on the counter, his stomach gave a contented little growl. He opened the fridge and pulled out a container of whipped cream, smiling to himself. It was a habit of you to leave food out on the counter; you always said it was to keep it fresh. He liked that about you.

Matt made his way back to your shared room with the strawberries and whipped cream still in his hands, taking in the sight of your sleeping form. you lay curled up on your side, one arm flung above your head, the sheet barely covering your hips. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for you. He leaned in close, gently trailing his fingers along your jawline before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

you stirred, mumbling something incoherent before rolling onto your back, your eyes fluttering open. you blinked several times, trying to adjust to the light, before focusing on him. "Morning," you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep.

Matt smiled, leaning in to kiss you. "Morning, beautiful," he replied, his voice raspy with desire. As you kissed, he slowly ran his fingers down your chest, over your stomach, and lower, until he reached the edge of your pajama shorts. He traced the outline of your hip before hooking his finger into the waistband and pulling it down, revealing your smooth, toned legs.

you moaned into the kiss, arching your back as he slid his hands further down your body. your breath hitched when he reached the whipped cream and strawberries, and you couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run through you. He looked into your eyes, a mischievous glint sparkling in his, and slowly parted his lips, revealing his even, white teeth.

"I haven't had my breakfast yet," He said with a smirk lowering his head, taking one strawberry between his lips and then another, his tongue dancing around them before finally releasing them, allowing them to slide over your tits and stomach, leaving a trail of sweetness in their wake. you gasped as he took the whipped cream, licking it straight off your skin, the coldness of it contrasting sharply with the heat of his mouth. He circled your navel with his tongue, teasing you, before finally moving lower, tracing a line up your inner thigh, over the smooth skin of your stomach, and finally reaching the whipped cream again.

He trailed his fingers down your side, over your hip, and then lower still, until he reached your thighs. He parted your legs, pressing his fingers against your heat, feeling your wetness through the fabric of your panties. He looked into your eyes, his expression intense, and slowly slid his fingers lower still until they brushed against your folds. you whimpered, your hips bucking off the bed, as he teased you, circling your entrance with his fingers.

He moved one hand to your breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between his fingers. you cried out, your hips bucking against his hand, your body arching into his touch. He could feel your wetness, the heat emanating from between your legs, and it drove him wild. He moved his hand lower still, parting your folds, and pressed a finger inside you, feeling your tightness.

"You taste so good," he murmured. He pressed his lips against you, sucking gently on your clit, feeling your body tensing beneath his touch as you arched your hips off the bed, desperate for more. "God, you're so wet," he breathed, running his tongue along your lips, tasting your arousal. "I love how wet you get for me."

His fingers danced over your skin, teasing and probing, finding the perfect rhythm as he suckled at your entrance. you moaned his name, your hips moving in time with his hands and mouth, urging him on. "Matt," you gasped, "I'm close." He pulled back for a moment, looking up at you, his eyes burning with lust. "Tell me when you want me to stop."

you moaned, your fingers digging into his hair as you felt the first tremors of release washing over you. "Now," you managed to croak out. "I mean… don't stop." your words were barely audible above the sounds of your heavy breathing and the wet sucking noises he was making as he went deeper, his tongue curling around your clit.

He moaned, feeling your body shudder beneath him, your muscles clenching tight around his mouth. He moved faster, his fingers digging into your hips as he pressed his tongue deeper, relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice low and raspy.

“Come for me, you’ve done so well.”

your cries echoed through the room, your hips bucking wildly as you arched your back off the bed, your nails scratching lightly against the mattress. "Oh God, Matt," you moaned, your voice trembling with release. "Oh fuck… I'm close… I'm so close…"

He moaned in response, his mouth pressing firmly against you, his tongue swirling around your clit as he sucked hungrily. His fingers dug into your hips, urging you to move faster, to take more of him. "Let me feel you cum."

your cries of pleasure filled the room, your body tensing as you felt the first wave of release wash over you. your nails digging into the sheets beneath you moaning his name. "Matt," you gasped, your voice breaking. "Oh fuck, Matt…"

He groaned in response, feeling your muscles clench around his mouth as you shuddered through your orgasm. His fingers continued to work your folds, massaging and teasing even as you began to come back down from the peak.

He pulled back slightly, still holding your hips tightly, and licked his fingers clean, tasting your essence on his tongue. "You taste incredible," he murmured, kissing you softly on the lips. "So sweet " He propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at you as he traced circles on your stomach with his fingertip. "My baby, you did so well.”

you lay there, breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. your eyes were glazed over with pleasure, and you could feel the warmth between your legs where he had been. you reached up to touch his face, feeling the stubble on his cheek beneath your fingertips.

"Matt" you whispered, your voice still shaky from your orgasm. "That was amazing." you smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest as you looked into his eyes. He grinned back, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

you lay in bed together, cuddled close, your bodies still intertwined. He ran his fingers through your hair, tugging gently on the ends as he studied your face. "You're beautiful when you're all flushed like that," he murmured. "I could look at you all day."

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

this was so silly to write helpp

not proof read btw

#matt sturniolo #matthew bernard sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fanfic #smut #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #Spotify #christopher owen sturniolo

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rafescurtainbangz · 2 months

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