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djevilninja · 11 months

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I can’t sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked things. I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber; Preoccupied with homicide, my life’s in danger, Rollin’ down the 405, beware of strangers.

Eddie F. & The Untouchables - Let’s Get It On

#eddie f. and the untouchables #dj eddie f #heavy d #2Pac #grand puba #the notorious big #biggie #music #hip hop #90s #let's get it on #(upload)

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platinumhitz · 8 months

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Eddie F Presents: "Gentle (JeJe)" | @djeddief

Eddie F Releases a Remarkable Collaboration of AfroBeat Sounds Eddie F, renowned producer, executive, and talent scout is proud to announce the release of his latest AfroBeat single, titled “Gentle (JeJe),” featuring the dynamic vocals of KHiiD. This captivating single, released in July 2023, marks a significant milestone for both Eddie F. and the AfroBeat genre. “Gentle (JeJe)” is the freshest…

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#Afrobeats #Burna Boy #DJ Eddie F #Eddie F #Gentle (JeJe)#Olamide #Platinum Hip Hop #PLATINUM INDIES #Wizkid

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platinumhiphopworld · 8 months

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Eddie F Presents: "Gentle (JeJe)" | @djeddief

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platinumhiphop · 8 months

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Eddie F Presents: "Gentle (JeJe)" | @djeddief

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mojowitchcraft · 1 year

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Fave WIP Round-Up [Part 1]

Personally, I love a WIP, I love getting updates in my inbox and I love supporting and interacting with the writers as new chapters come out. So here's some of my fave WIPS that have updated recently, go show them some love! Find the rest of my WIP Recs here

Roommate Wanted by @lihhelsing [Now Complete] Rated E | Chapters: 16/16 | Words: 66k

Steve Harrington has a problem and it seems that Eddie Munson is his only solution. Nevermind that he has never met Eddie, or that he seems a little weird from what Steve can gather, Steve just needs a place to live that's cheap enough and Eddie is offering exactly that. A roommate in a one-bedroom apartment should be fine. Even if there's only one bed, right? They're never even going to meet each other since they keep opposite schedules. But Steve can't live with someone he barely knows, he has a weird curiosity about his quirky roommate. He has a genius solution and they begin to communicate through notes.

Slither by @mixsethaddams [Now Complete] Rated M | Chapters: 10/10 | Words: 71k

Eddie Munson has a reputation for using his podcast to tear apart any influencer that has the misfortune of coming into his line of fire. So when Steve Harrington, heir to a hotel fortune and king of talentless masses, pops up on his screen, it should be Eddie's easiest target yet. Right?

Better by You, Better Than Me by @palmviolet Rated M | Chapters: 35/? | Words: 182k

November 1983. Between unpaid bills, the supposedly straight jock he’s seeing, and letters from his convict dad, seventeen year old Eddie Munson’s got enough to worry about. But when Will Byers goes missing, it sparks a chain of events that will show there are more depths to Hawkins — and to certain people in it, like infamous Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington — than he realizes. / or, the excessively long slow-burn in which Eddie is involved in the Upside Down from the very beginning.

In My Head (I See a Supercut of Us) by @kiaramori Rated E | Chapters: 13/14 | Words: 91k

"I just want him to know how I feel--and not be freaked out or anything. I don't need him to feel the same, I just want him to understand." In which Eddie accidentally makes a deal with a devil, and Steve's bisexual awakening takes him by force

as good a place to fall as any by @rewritingicarus Rated E | Chapters: 12/14 | Words: 73k

"Are you sure this doesn't look ridiculous?" says Steve, watching Eddie as he pads back behind the camera. "You definitely don't look ridiculous, man," says Eddie, shooting a few frames. "I know you probably feel it right now, because you're not used to it, but, trust me — camera loves you, dude. You look like a wet dream." or Eddie is a photographer in need of a model. Steve could do with the extra cash.

Crawling On Back To You by @rainbow-nerdss [Now Complete] Rated M | Chapters: 30/30 | Words: 109k

By anyone’s estimation, Steve shouldn’t have an opinion about Eddie one way or another, apart from the wild hair and crazed laughter which sometimes came from his lunch table in the cafeteria. But that’s only because nobody really thought all that much about anything that happened before middle school. Before Steve hit puberty, started playing sports, and most importantly, before he started hanging around with Tommy, Carol and the rest of the popular kids. Because Eddie Munson? He was Steve’s first ever friend — his best friend, really, for close to six years.

Coming Up Lavender by cairparavels [Now Complete] Not Rated | Chapters: 28/28 | Words: 68k

Steve goes to college with one thing on his mind: a new start. What he gets is the ghost of his sullied past as a roommate, forcing Steve to come to terms not only with who he once was, but who he wants to be.

Now Playing on WICR by @spinmewriteround Rated M | Chapters: 7/? | Words: 31k

A modern college AU, in which Eddie leads a double life: The Bard, a college radio DJ, by day, annoying group project partner by... other days. Both personas have loved Steve Harrington from afar for years, but when he lets his secret slip on air one day, it's up to his off the air self to prove that he means it.

Rolled a 1 on the Check, Rolled a 20 on the Save by @apuckishwit Rated T | Chapters: 30/34 | Words: 111k

A modern AU where, after his relationship with Nancy flames out in spectacular fashion, Steve finds himself feeling increasingly depressed and adrift. With nothing better to do with his time, he gives in when Dustin begs him to join his online DnD game to round out the party. To his surprise, he finds himself really enjoying it--the guy running the game is amazing, and super patient when Steve doesn't get something. He and their DM, Eddie, often find themselves talking on the games Discord server for hours after their session ends. For the first time since Nancy left him, he's starting to feel like things aren't so bleak. Still, when he has an opportunity to take Dustin and the others to the big gaming convention Eddie's planning on attending a few states away so they can all meet in person for a one-shot session, he's nervous. Really nervous. Like...way more nervous than he should be, just meeting a friend. Eddie IS just a friend...right?

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#wip recs #steddie fic recs #steddie fic rec #steddie wip #stranger things #stranger things fic rec #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #publicly outing myself as a simp for all these writers #mojowitchcraft wip recs

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(Must've Been While You Were Kissin' Me) Part 2 of 4 Word Count: 4k+ Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Tags: EXPLICIT SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI - Rockstar/Radio DJ AU, canon divergence, set in 1992 and Eddie has more piercings and tattoos than ever, thigh riding, semi public sex, very slight voyeurism/humiliation kink if you squint, oral sex (m&f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, unprotected p in v sex (do not do this), light spanking, come eating, pet names instead of y/n (sweetheart, doll, baby), really lame open end for a potential third part, idk man this got away from me.

Summary: Working as a woman in Rock n' Roll radio, you encountered your fair share of flirtatious rock stars. Often, they would flirt to belittle you, to question your love and knowledge of the genre, but Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin seems to know just which buttons to put to get on your good side. (Part 1) ... and into your pants (Part 2)

[A/N]: This is part 2 to You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth, and TECHNCIALLY can be enjoyed as a stand alone fic, but it'll make a lot more sense if you read part 1, so I recommend it! Also I DID kind of allude to a third installment, and I've already got some ideas floating around for it so gimme some love on this guy and let me know if you want to see a third part!

[Part 1] [AO3] [Part 3]

An hour after you wrap up your show, you find yourself climbing out of a cab with your coworkers and the members of Corroded Coffin.

You watch the smoke on Eddie’s breath billow up towards the sky as he leads you into the bar. Lazy, curling wisps of it floating up above your heads and dissipating in front of the harsh neon sign. His arm is slung casually around you, fingers curled possessively on your shoulder, while the rest of the group trails clumsily behind you.

It was tradition, the station taking the night’s guests out for drinks after the show, but it wasn’t something you were typically this eager for, it wasn’t usually your scene. Not that you’d admit it now, tucked under Eddie Munson’s arm and being marched toward the very small VIP section of the only club worth a damn in Fort Wayne, without so much as a second glance from the bouncer.

Harrington, Henderson, and the station assistant (a doe-eyed, often starstruck little thing named Darla) offer to go get the first round of drinks as you settle into one of the large, circular booths around a too-small cocktail table in the corner.

Never have you been more grateful for the anonymity that radio provides. You can feel the attention of nearly every patron in this bar, their eyes glued to the members of the band, no doubt surprised by their presence. Even moreso, you can feel the jealous eyes and hot stares of the women (and a few men) who wish they were in your place. If any of them were to recognize you, you’re sure years of professionalism would be flushed straight down the toilet. Still, with fingertips drawing shapes into the skin of your shoulder and the rumble of laughter under the weight of your body leaning into his, you’re not so sure how professional you can claim to be.

It isn’t clear how you got here, how he convinced you to come. Every pet name he called you, every brush of his hand against your waist, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before. Letting habitually flirtatious rock stars down easy was your bread and butter, but somehow this one got to you. The gentleness in his eyes or the way he didn’t ever interrupt you just to disregard your opinion and make an offhand comment on your appearance. In the cab to the bar he even commended your research into the band, claiming nobody ever digs far enough to get past the murder charges. Even now he seems impressed, when you clock the song playing over the thrumming sound system.

“What?” You giggle, thanking Darla with a smile as she passes you your favorite drink, “It’s literally my job to know music, what did you think, I wouldn't recognize fuckin’ Metallica?”

“Jesus Christ,” he scoffs, beer bottle to his lips, “not Disposable Heroes, nobody knows Disposable Heroes.”

“Well, I do!” You snark though a prideful wrinkle of your nose, and hold your bottle up. He taps the neck of his own against it. Unsure of what else to say, you throw out the world’s lamest last minute toast. “To a successful show at the Slippery Noodle tomorrow.”

He raises a brow, his stare intense and taunting, “and a good time to be had tonight.”

You flush as you take a sip, wishing you could hide behind your beer.

So you drink.

You talk with him and the rest of the group, rowdy at first, voices tangling and building above each other. Another toast, plastic cups and beer bottles cracking against one another in the middle of the boisterous group.

You drink more.

Jeff and the Freak find a pool table and disappear there for the rest of the night.

You lean heavier on the solid body beside you as a pleasant buzz takes over.

Gareth finally works up the nerve to ask Darla to dance, and they’re off.

As less people surround you, Eddie’s touches linger longer, press deeper into plush skin wherever his hand may rest at the moment.

Henderson and Harrington head back to their hotel with a stern warning to not get into too much trouble, and then it’s just the two of you.

When your drinks continue to sit empty well into the tale of your first punk show, you regretfully peel yourself away from his body, put the story on hold, and make your way to the bar. He calls, “hurry back, sweetheart,” to your backside as you walk away, as if you weren’t already practically skipping to get back to his side faster. Another round of beers ordered, you duck through the crowded dance floor to join him back in your secluded booth in the corner. Upon your return, you set both bottles onto the table and try to take your seat in the booth again, but greedy, eager hands grab your hips, pulling you into the seat of his lap instead.

A breathy giggle erupts from your chest, but you don’t protest, letting him wrap an arm around your middle to continue doodling absentmindedly on the hip bone exposed by your cropped tee.

“You know there’s plenty of room on this bench,” you chide, “I think I can fit.”

He hums in contemplation. You aren’t sure if it’s the bass from the dance music rattling your chest, or the tickle of his breath across your neck that raises goosebumps on your skin. “Maybe,” Eddie muses, nosing at the spot just behind your ear, breathing you in. “But I like you right here.”

How charming.

You stutter a soft, “fair enough,” but it’s all you can manage, distracted by the feeling of his lips on your neck, exploring your heated skin, seeking out the places that make you sigh.

Smirk pressed to your pulse point, he hums again, arm tightening around you. “Well?” He urges, “go on.”

“Go on with what?”

The ghost of a laugh dances along your skin, “You were telling me how you got into the industry. C’mon doll, I was fascinated, don’t let me distract you.”

There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm in his voice when he expressed his interest, so you try to push through the haze that’s quickly clouding your mind, and continue on with the story you started before finding yourself in his lap. You paint the picture, talking about the colorful characters at your very first punk show and the feeling of the bass in your chest that only made you crave more. He continues to mouth at your neck, tug on an earlobe with bared teeth, savoring the way your breath would hitch or you would fumble over your words when he found a particularly sensitive spot. You reach the end of your tale, breathless and acutely aware of your surroundings, and turn as best you can in his arms.

Round, deep honey eyes shine as they lift to yours, tongue skating across his lower lip before rolling it lazily between his teeth. You don’t even try to avert your gaze.

Shameless.

“Are we done with storytime now?” You ask through a poorly disguised sigh, tacking on a playful, “I simply can not go on with you distracting me like this.”

His response comes in the form of a hungry kiss, more teeth and tongue than anything else, but it’s even more intoxicating than any drink you consumed so far tonight. Both of his hands grip your cheeks, holding you in place to deepen the kiss, hot, curious tongue licking as far into your waiting mouth as he can. Your hand fists in the cotton of his tee shirt, a soft moan passed from your lips to his, drowned out by the loud music around you.

It feels like hours that you’re wrapped up in one another, all roaming hands and shared, ragged breaths and desperate sounds swallowed quickly by the other. You don’t realize you’ve fully turned to straddle him in the tight space of the booth until his hands on your hips drag them down into his. The harsh drag of denim against your center drawing a strangled moan from you as you break from his lips. Both of your chests heave, foreheads pressed together and your breaths mingling between you. Wordlessly, he nods toward the back hallway to your right, eyes crinkling with mischief, fingers bruising on your hips. You flush, adrenaline and the heat of his stare prickling your skin. You should be ashamed of how quickly you nod, your motions clumsy as you climb off of him, but your racing heart and the cool bite of metal from his hand on your lower back guiding you forward allow no room for shame.

He leads you to the bathroom with the kind of confidence that only comes with stardom, like he’s daring anyone to stop him, knowing they won’t. You, however, peek nervously over your shoulder at the bar. Cigarette smoke and the fog from the dance floor casts a haze over the room, offering you some cover and comfort.

The slam of the lock brings you back to yourself as you take in the scene around you. Stickered, graffitied walls, a flickering vanity light, and a faint musty stench.

But then Eddie’s crowding you up against the locked door, a palm pressed to the space above your head and his own scent of smoke and sandalwood and leather taking over your senses. He wedges a knee between your thighs, smirking at the keening sound the action draws from your throat, and continues his earlier assault on your neck. Behind closed doors, his attention is even hungrier. A possessive hand grips your neck, tilting your chin away to expose more of your throat to his eager mouth. He brings his other hand to ruck up the hem of your top, fingertips skimming the warm skin as he exposes it, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You know,” he mumbles into your skin, palming at you through the thin material of your shirt and humming in satisfaction when you arch into his touch, hips still rutting against the thigh between your legs. “Didn’t peg you for the type to be into this kinda thing,” he pauses, drags a knuckle up the column of your throat. “Dirty bar bathroom and all that.”

“‘M not,” you mutter in protest, your body betraying your words and grinding harder into his thigh, seeking any sort of relief from the needy ache in your core.

A dark laugh accompanies his words as he asks, “then what do you call this?” His face is cocky, he knows he’s caught you in a lie, and his look darkens as he tears your top up and over your head.

You return the favor, pulling clumsily at the leather of his jacket until you can wrench it off of his body, his shirt following immediately after. Eyeing the ink littering his body, the dark contrast against his pale flesh, harsh scars and coarse hair dusting the skin of his abdomen, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth and quip, “an exception.”

The smart comment you’re sure he’s building up to is cut short in his throat when you sink to your knees – the cold, hard tile biting into your skin through the rips in your jeans – and make quick work of his belt. Opening his pants, you adjust them just enough so that his cock springs free, your mouth watering at the sight. He’s not even fully erect yet, but it’s long and deliciously thick, flushed red at the tip. Reaching out to stroke him, you savor in the groan he lets out, feeling him harden even more at your touch. Then another, as you lean in to run your tongue along the underside of his cock.

As far as you’re concerned, you have all the time in the world in this bathroom, nobody is waiting outside the locked door.

You take your time, switching between tiny, teasing kisses and long, broad licks up and down either side of his gorgeous length. Eddie swears and a hand flies to your hair, fisting in the length of it as you finally take him into your mouth with a happy little hum, tongue swirling around the head before sinking lower. His hand in your hair guides you even closer as he takes control and fucks into your open, waiting mouth with shallow thrusts, a string of expletives falling from his lips. You swallow past your gag reflex, and look up through batting lashes at his face twisted in pleasure, giving the tiniest nod as you allow him to thrust even deeper into your throat. The sounds he makes are downright pornographic, deep and rumbling and desperate. You swear you can feel them in your cunt, thighs pressed together seeking out any sort of relief.

With your nose pressed firmly into his skin, he stills you, holds you in place and brushes the backs of his fingers along your cheekbone. It’s a gesture that you would even call gentlemanly, if not for his cock in your throat.

Breath faltering, you gag around his length and he pulls you off of him by the hair, leaving you with ragged breath and a trail of saliva still connecting you to his cock. You lick it away, mouth agape, nothing but a simple dart of the tongue, but his eyes follow the motion just as subtly.

A hand scrubs across the lower half of his face, dragging his lip in its wake. “Shit,” he breathes, a hand cupping under your chin to coax you back to your feet, “get up here.” When you’re standing in front of him again, he grabs a handful of your ass, fingers slipping past the waist of your jeans, cool steel stinging against your hot skin, and pulls you into him. The other hand pops the button on your pants and his deep inhale is practically predatory, his pupils blown and the brown of his eyes so dark that they look black.

“I can smell how wet you are,” he murmurs into your neck, squeezing at the globe of your ass again before retrieving his hand to work your pants and panties down your legs in one go. He’s right. The cotton of your panties sticks to you with your slick, the scent of your arousal filling the room as he exposes you. The sight of him circling you, eyes roaming your skin like you’re his prey, has you speechless. All you can do is whimper in response and follow him with your eyes, anticipating his next move. With a hand on your shoulder he urges you to bend over the edge of the countertop, and you comply, shivering under his attention and the cool air that hits your exposed, dripping center. You grip the edge of the sink, breasts pressed firm into the marble countertop, and wait. He continues, “all this,” emphasizing his statement with a rough drag of his palm across your lower lips, smearing your juices across the backs of your thighs obscenely, “just from sucking my cock?” He prods at your hole, middle and ring fingers sinking inside you easily. The cold steel of his rings kisses at your entrance and pulls another wrecked sound from your throat, thankful to finally feel some sort of relief. Wet, squelching sounds fill the room alongside your cries as he fucks roughly into you with his fingers. “Oh I don’t believe you for a minute that this is an exception. You’re soaked, you love this.”

You want to stutter a protest, tell him he’s wrong, but then he curls his fingers inside you and strokes against your walls and you’re bucking back into his ministrations instead, argument long forgotten.

Cocky chuckle on his lips, fingers buried deep inside you, he continues monologuing. “Turns you on, doesn’t it? The thought that everyone who walks past this door knows just what’s going on behind it, that someone could try to walk in at any moment and catch you like this. Debauched,” he punctuates the word with a sharp, teasing smack! to your backside. It’s barely anything, you can tell he’s testing the waters, but even the thought of another has you clenching around his fingers. His tone darkens and he does it again, harder, sharper, with another accusation. “Lecherous.” Another blow, harder even than the last, is dealt to the opposite cheek. Your skin stings when he runs a soothing hand over the pink, angry mark he left behind. Withdrawing his fingers to toy lazily with your clit, he leans over you, breathing his last statement into your ear, “fucking desperate, practically begging me to fuck you right here in this bathroom.”

Oh, so it’s begging he wants?

You decide at that moment that you aren’t above begging. Literally anything to offer you some sweet relief because once again he’s teasing. Featherlight touches compared to the rough hands that were on you only moments ago.

“Please, Eddie,” You whimper, arching your back. His fingers slip between your lower lips, collecting the wetness he finds there, but the touch is gone as quickly as it appeared. Fed up, you glare over your shoulder, only to find him licking his own fingers clean, a blissed out smirk on his face. You groan at the sight of it, dropping your head back onto your crossed arms with an impatient huff.

“Please, what, sweetheart?” He taunts, spreading your lips with both hands, thumbs teasing at your cunt but not ever pushing inside.

Your response is a babbling mess of desperate words, a series of wanton pleas falling from your lips in no particular order. It’s near unintelligible, but he makes out a few key phrases that are more than enough for him. “Please just touch me,” and, “fuck, anything, just please,” and, “whatever you want, just fuck me.”

The head of his cock notches at your entrance, head just barely pushing inside, and it silences your babbling, your breath hitching in your throat.

His voice is saccharine, sweet as honey as he says, “if you insist,” before driving his hips forward, filling you quickly with one harsh snap. The sudden fullness is intoxicating, a stinging stretch that has you moaning loudly, not a care in the world who hears. “That’s it, baby,” he grunts, pulling almost all the way back out before slamming back into you, punching another heady noise from deep within your chest. “Let it out.”

Eddie’s motions are frenzied, fucking you with a renewed energy, skin slapping harshly against skin. Another rush of arousal floods your core when he reaches out to fist in your hair again, wrenching you up and off the sink and into his chest. Your hip bones slam into the marble with every thrust, surely making just as much of a mark as his bruising grip on your waist, but you can practically feel his cock in your molars he’s hitting so deep and all you can really focus on is the delicious drag of his length against your inner walls and the overall feeling of being filled to the brim.

Reaching a hand up over your shoulder, you tangle your own fingers in his hair, steadying yourself, turning just enough to catch his lips in a sloppy kiss, if you could call it a kiss from this angle. It’s more of a swapping of spit and a shared, hot breath between you, but his fingers tighten at your scalp and he fucks up into you even harder so you really couldn’t care less.

There’s a rattling from the doorknob, a harsh pull that has you gasping in surprise, but Eddie can feel the way your walls flutter around him and it only spurs him on more.

Then, a knock, another jiggle at the door handle. A faint, annoyed voice from the other side.

Eddie growls, practically roars, “occupied!” Letting his grip on your hair loose, his now free hand works its way down your body. Splaying over your throat to feel the noises he’s drawing from you, down dragging his nails over the swell of your breast, pinching a nipple through the delicate fabric of your bra. Then, burying his hand between your legs, he murmurs in your ear, “c’mon baby, let ‘em hear you.” He circles your clit, agonizingly slow at first, then speeding up in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck!” You moan out, hips moving on their own accord to meet his with crude, wet sounds. His fingers work harder against you, the tension building in your stomach, your pussy squeezing eagerly at his cock. Your skin is alight with heat and everywhere he touches you sends pleasure straight to your core. Eyes wound shut, your voice comes out weaker now, “Eddie, please.”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he consoles before sinking his teeth into the curve of your neck, doubling his efforts on your clit, his thrusts shallow and disconnected. He’s just as close as you are.

Your orgasm takes you both by surprise. One moment you’re teetering on the precipice and the next you’re thrown over the edge, head thrown back onto Eddie’s shoulder, shuddering with a spent cry. Your hips twitch, channel milking his cock for all its worth, your release triggering his own.

He stills, spilling into you, squeezing a bruising handprint into the meat of your hip. When he pulls out, you can feel his cum leaking out of you, a fact that you should be appalled by, but the feeling of it dripping down your thighs only makes you clench around nothing, the sudden emptiness.

You remain draped lazily over the counter as he rights himself, doing up his fly and shrugging on his shirt. You know you should move, get dressed, get out of there so that people can actually use the bathroom for its intended purpose, but your legs are jelly and you don’t trust yourself to move quite yet.

Eddie’s hand on your lower back reminds you that you should get moving, and you hum, mumbling a soft, “mmh, gimme a minute, I’ll get dressed in a sec.”

“Like hell you will,” he scolds, sinking to his knees behind you. You look over your shoulder quizzically at him, a soft confusion painting your features and a little ‘hm?’ caught in your throat. It endears him to you even more, he chuckles lightly, lifting one of your ankles and pulling it free from the confines of your pant leg.

“You know, this feels like the opposite of what should be happening,” you point out, but when he nudges your knees apart, you comply, spreading your legs further.

“Look at you,” he scolds, “you’re filthy. Gotta clean you up before we head back out there.” Before you can question him, he dives forward, licking at your messy folds with a satisfied groan, your own moan echoing him. He spreads your lips with two fingers, digging into your hole with his tongue and slurping at the mixture of your combined releases. It’s obscene, the sounds coming from behind you, and you can’t help but press your aching cunt harder into his face. “Eager little thing, aren’t we?” He taunts against your pussy, words muffled.

“S-says the man who won’t even let me get dressed,” you tease back. Not that you’re complaining, at all.

He doesn’t justify that with a response, just continues to eat you out slowly, lazily, thoroughly until he can only taste you in your cunt again.

He doesn’t give you the satisfaction of another orgasm, though he brings you right up to the edge, and he chuckles darkly when you whine as he helps you back into your jeans.

“Gotta leave you wanting a little more, right?” He quips, flashing a toothy grin as you pull your top over your head. He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles, yet another chivalrous gesture wildly contrasting the romp you just shared. Then, reaching down to grip your ass as he guides you to the door, he leans down to your ear and murmurs, “gives you something to look forward to when I bring you backstage after the show tomorrow.”

Typical rockstar, expecting you to be at his beck and call…

…but you both know you’ll be there with bells on.

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wolfgabe · 6 months

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Now I want to see Nintendo do their own Once Upon A Studio style short.

Some day I would love to see Nintendo do their own little short film similar to Once Upon A Studio with all the different Nintendo characters gathered together with a giant group photo at the end.

My ideas for who could appear.

The Super Mario Series

Mario

Luigi

Peach

Toad/Captain Toad

Toadette

Bowser

Bowser Jr

Koopalings

Petey Piranha

Daisy

Wario

Waluigi

Rosalina

Luma

Pauline

Wart

Tatanga

Cackletta

Fawful

Goombas

Koopas

Lakitu

Goombella

Count Bleck

Dimentio

Olivia

King Olly

Cappy

Piantas

Kamek

Foreman Spike

Starlow

Broque Monsieur

King Boo

The Legend of Zelda

Link

Zelda

Ganondorf

Tingle

Midna

Zant

The Skull Kid

Navi

Prince Sidon

Mipha

Daruk

Yunobo

Teba

Revali

Riju

Urbosa

Purah

Robbie

Master Kohga

King Daphnes

King Rhoam

Linebeck

Anjean

Byrne

Chancelor Cole

Agahnim

The Happy Mask Salesman

Marin

Talon

Ingo

Lord Girahim

Metroid

Samus

Ridley

Kraid

Phantoon

Raven Beak

Metroids

Mother Brain

Space Pirates

Dark Samus

U-Mos

Rundas

Ghor

Gandrayda

Adam Malkovich

Sylux

Kanden

Trace

Noxus

Spire

Weavel

Fire Emblem

Marth

Roy

Ike

Lucina

Chrom

Lyn

Ryoma

Xander

Takumi

Camilla

King Garrin

Robin

Corrin

Tiki

Medeus

Gharnef

Alm

Celica

Ashnard

Black Night

Dmitri

Claude

Edelgard

Byleth

F-Zero

Captain Falcon

Samurai Goro

Dr Stewart

Pico

Blood Falcon

Black Shadow

Mr. EAD

The Skull

Jody Summer

Earthbound/MOTHER

Ninten

Ana

Lloyd

Teddy

EVE

Gyig

Ness

Paula

Jeff

Poo

Porky

Buzz Buzz

Mr. Saturn

Starman

Flying Man

Dungeon Man

Master Belch

Lucas

Claus

Kumatora

Duster

Boney

Flint

Kid Icarus

Pit

Palutena

Medusa

Eggplant Wizard

The Reaper

Hades

Viridi

Phosphora

Magnus

Dark Pit

Phosphora

Dyntos

Wario Land/WarioWare

Captain Syrup

Rudy the Clown

The Shake King

Queen Meralda

Spritelings

The Black Jewel

Princess Shokora

Mona

Jimmy T

Ashley

Dribble

Spitz

9-Volt

5-Volt

18-Volt

Lulu

Pyoro

Orbulon

Kat

Ana

Young Cricket

Master Mantis

Dr Crygor

Pikmin

Olimar

Louie

The President

Alph

Brittany

Charlie

Shepard

Russ

Dingo

Bernard

Collin

Oatchi

Moss

The Ancient Sirehound

Various Pikmin

Bulborb

Emperor Bulblax

Animal Crossing

Tom Nook

Mr Resetti

Copper

Booker

Tortimer

Kappn

Isabelle

Digby

Pelly

Phyllis

Tommy and Timmy Nook

Crazy Redd

Gracie

Franklin

Dr Shrunk

Blanca

Gulliver

Leif

Mabel

Sable

Labelle

Jingle

Zipper T

Lyle

Lottie

Wardell

Blathers

Celeste

Brewster

Reese

Cyrus

Jack

K.K. Slider

Harriet

Harvey

Wilbur

Orville

Pascal

Joan

Porter

Daisy Mae

Lloid

Resetti

Don Resetti

Rover

Splatoon

Inklings

Capn Cuttlefish

Dj Octavio

Octarians

Callie and Marie

Sheldon

Marina

Pearl

Shiver

Frye

Big Man

Mr. Grizz

Salmonids

Commander Tartar

Crusty Sean

Annie and Moe

Spyke

Murch

Judd

Lil Judd

Aunt Flow and Craymond

Jelonzo

Jelfonzo

Bisk

Mr Coco

Harmony

Gnarly Eddie

Donkey Kong

Diddy Kong

Dixie Kong

Cranky Kong

Funky Kong

Candy Kong

Kiddie Kong

Swanky Kong

Rambi

Squawks

King K Rool

Kritters

Tikis

Tiki Tong

Snowmads

Lord Fredrick

Party Monkeys

Dread Kong

Ninja Kong

Karate Kong

Sumo Kong

Cactus King

Donkey Kong Jr

ARMS

Spring Man

Ribbon Girl

Ninjara

Min Min

Master Mummy

Mechanica

Twintelle

Helix

Kid Cobra

Byte & Barq

Max Brass

Lola Pop

Misango

Springtron

Dr Coyle

Biff

Yoshi Series

Yoshi

Poochy

Burt the Bashful

Roger the Potted Ghost

Naval Piranha

Hookbill the Koopa

Raphael the Raven

Baby Mario

Kirby Series

Kirby

King Dedede

Bandana Waddle Dee

Meta Knight

Whispy Woods

Kracko

Mr Shine and Mr Bright

Nightmare

Rick

Kine

Coo

Gooey

Nago

Pitch

ChuChu

Dark Matter

Adeline

Ribbon

Zero

Marx

Dark Mind

Drawcia

Magolor

Landia

Taranza

Queen Sectonia

Susie

President Haltmann

The Three Mage Sisters

Hyness

Elflin

Gorimondo

Clawroline

Sillydillo

Leongar

Punch Out!!

Little Mac

Doc Louis

Glass Joe

King Hippo

Von Kaiser

Soda Popinski

Bald Bull

Don Flamenco

Great Tiger

Piston Hondo

Bear Hugger

Mr. Sandman

Super Macho Man

Xenoblade Chronicles Series

Shulk

Reyn

Fiora

Sharla

Dunban

Riki

Metal Face

Rex

Pyra

Mythra

Morag

Tora

Poppy

Zeke

Malos

Jin

Lora

Amalthus

Noah

Mio

Eunie

Sena

Lanz

Taion

Riku and Manana

Star Fox

Fox

Falco

Peppy Hare

Slippy Toad

General Pepper

Wolf O Donnell

Andross

Leon

Panther

Krystal

Prince Tricky

General Scales

Early Nintendo/NES Era

Mr Game & Watch

Professor Hector

R.O.B

Smick

Dr Mario Viruses

Mach Rider

Ice Climbers

The Condor

The Polar Bear

Topi

Bubbles

ExciteBike Racers

Duck Hunt Dog and Ducks

Wild Gunman Outlaws

Sable Prince

Devil

Tamagon

Eggplant Man

Diskun

Takamaru

Balloon Fighter

Other

Wii Fit Trainers

Ring Fit Trainees

Dragaux

Miis

Dillion and Russ

Rusty Slugger

Ryota from Wave Race

Sebastian Tute from Wii Music

Chibi Robo

The Arcade Bunny from Nintendo Badge Arcade

Nikki from Swapnote

The Flipnote Studio Frog

#nintendo #video games #once upon a studio #crossovers #ideas #seriously I am surprised Nintendo hasnt done a crossover anniversary special.

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Our song #interstellar (67) being included in this legendary podcasts #bestof2023 playlist was the best thing to happen all year. Thanks again #DJAbsurd. (Darren Shabat) You're greatly appreciated. I've got something else cookin, too.

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/ear2thestreetsradio/episodes/2023-12-24T18_07_50-08_00

EAR 2 THE STREETS RADIO BEST OF 2023 (4 Hours)

#KingOfThePlaylist

EAR 2 THE STREETS RADIO BEST OF 2023 (4 Hours)

#KingOfThePlaylist

1. Intro (Prod. by DJ Absurd) (Scratches by DJ Absurd)

2. Runaway - Swizz Beatz, Nas (Prod. by Swizz Beatz)

3. Heroes - Macklemore (Scratches by DJ Premier)

4. Soda Club - Marlon Craft, Skyzoo

5. Runway - Westside Gunn, Rome Streetz (Prod. by DJ Premier)

6. Unpredictable - Statik Selektah, Inspectah Deck, Ghostface, Raekwon, Method Man

7. The Return - Torae (Prod. by Marco Polo)

8. Prophets Of Doom - Ill Bill, Sick Jacken, Immortal Technique

9. Survival Mode - Halfcut, Reks, DJ Deadeye

10. Life Music - Masta Ace, Stricklin, Speech, E Smitty (Prod. by Marco Polo)

11. Am I Dreaming - A$AP Rocky, Roisee (Prod. by Metro Boomin)

12. The Weather - Black Thought, El Michels Affair

13. In Moe (Speculation) - Common (Prod. by DJ Premier)

14. Sounds That Never Left My Soul - Ty Farris

15. Bad Apples - Che Noir, Ransom, 38 Spesh (Prod. by Big Ghost Ltd)

16. Pissy In The Palazzo - Crimeapple (Prod. by DJ Skizz)

17. Knock - Tech N9ne, Conway The Machine, X-Raided, Joyner Lucas

18. Evolution - Meyhem Lauren (Prod. by Madlib & DJ Muggs)

19. Keep On - Nems (Prod. by Scram Jones)

20. Exit 9 - Killer Mike, Blxst

21. Slap Boxing - Tone Liv, Ren Thomas, L.I.F.E. Long Liggy Long (Prod. by Alessandro A Sharp Agostino)

22. No Love - Royce Da 5’9, 100 Kufis

23. Without You - Brady Watt, Conway The Machine, Talib Kweli

24. Coming Soon To A Theater Near You - Slaine

25. All That For A Drop Of Blood - Czarface

26. Sicilian Gold - DJ Muggs, Ghostface, Westside Gunn

27. Hustle, Repeat - Jadakiss, Swizz Beatz

28. Decide - John Sci Robinson & Figub Brazlevic

29. Invincibl Rap Mislz - Napoleon Da Legend, D-Styles

30. Catch A Vibe - TrillStatik (Bun B & Statik Selektah), Haile Supreme

31. Fast - Shabaam Sahdeeq & John Jigg$(Prod. by Tone Spliff)

32. Inhuman - Stu Bangas, Apathy

33. The Pressure - Cymarshall Law (Prod. by Slimline Mutha)

34. The Tale Of 2 Cities - KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz

35. Paradise II - Logic, Norah Jones

36. Choices - Oddisee, Phonte, Bemyfiasco, Kay Young

37. Feelings Don’t Feel - Black Milk, Mick Jenkins (Prod. by Black Milk)

38. The Golden Rule - Blu, Real Bad Man, C.L. Smooth

39. Loyalty V. Royalty - Belly, Gil Scott-Heron (Prod. by Hit-Boy)

40. Impaler - Vinnie Paz

41. Don’t Speak - Jarren Benton

42. Devil’s Work 2 - Joyner Lucas

43. Too Much! (Melly Mel) - Reason

44. Good Ol’ Days - Nyck Caution, Joey Bada$$

45. Free - Q-Unique (Prod. by Q-Unique)

46. Black Lemonade - Mayday

47. Point Blank - Ric Chavez, Bizzy Bone, J57

48. Dark & Grim - 38 Spesh (Prod. by 38 spesh)

49. American Made - Ransom (Prod. by Nicholas Craven)

50. Drug Trade - Smoke Dza, Black Thought (Prod. by Flying Lotus)

51. Remind You - Chino XL (Prod. by Stu Bangas)

52. Gadzooks (Em Eff Yoom) - Eff Yoo (Prod. by Level 13)

53. Venom - RJ Payne

54. Wells - Pizzo Paul Richard

55. Mental Health Check - Ea$y Money & Chilla Jones

56. Earners - Rasheed Chappell, Flee Lord, Che Noir

57. Bragadoccio Rap - Bo Faat, Hus Kingpin, Eddie Kaine, DJ Erex

58. Watch Your Mouth - Locksmith, Snak The Ripper (Prod. by C-Lance)

59. Don’t Go Astray - AZ (Prod. by Buckwild)

60. Nice Weather - Termanology

61. All About (Remix) - A-F-R-O, Alias Molombo

62. Sideline Saga - Jae Skeese

63. Porsche Lights - Styles P (Prod. by Vinny Idol)

64. Clubbin & Chaos - Lloyd Banks

65. Enough - Russ (Prod. by Russ)

66. Wotcha Call Strength - Boot Camp Clik

67. Interstellar - Influence Getem Daniel IG Stewart (Prod. by nAvi the NORTH & Die Empty Production)

68. Elevator - Kota The Friend (Prod. by Statik Selektah)

69. Wish Me Well - Little Brother

70. This Thing Of Ours - Nick Grant

71. Smoke - JoJo Pellegrino, Method Man

72. Nuclear Fission - Jus Daze (Prod. by C.G. The Producer)

73. In A Box - DJ Hoppa, Wax, Demrick

74. Bodies! - Skyzoo, The Other Guys

75. Came A Long Way (Keep Ridin 2023) - Brian B. Dvine Daly, The One Lavic

76. The Return - Cuban Pete Pete Allen (Prod. by BoFaat) (Scratches by JabbaThaKut)

77. Jodeci Member - Nas (Prod. by Hit-Boy)

78. Asteroids - Rapsody (Prod. by Hit-Boy)

79. 50 More Years Of Hip Hop - KRS-One

#DJAbsurd #influencegetem #hiphop #imaproblem #best of 2023 playlist #Podcast #Ear to the street radio #interstellar #Navi The North #Die Empty Productions #369recordings

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mad-dawg451 · 1 year

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Proving that Stranger Things 4 (2022) is simply a retelling of Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules (2011)

aka the greatest film of our generation

You better hold on to your butts, brochachos because you’re in for a wild ride here.

Exhibit A: The roller rink incident

It’s no secret that these scenes are similar but I don’t think I’ve seen anyone talk about just how similar they actually are. These scenes are practically identical and you cannot convince me otherwise.

To start: A couple of nefarious DJs put on fast/loud music with the intention of intimidating the target in the middle of the rink (on the top we have ST and on the bottom we’ve got RR)

Then the target is skated around and humiliated while the music plays:

Ok, seems like pretty standard bullying at a roller rink. Not enough to make this much fuss over. But wait, there’s more. A third party intervenes to stop the music (in ST it’s Mike and in RR it’s Greg’s mom):

But the humiliation continues after the music stops and the lights come on. El gets milkshaked and Greg has to be bridal carried off the rink by his father:

Excuse me Duffer bros, what is this? But just you wait, there's more

Exhibit B: Peeping tomfoolery

While we’re on the roller rink I might as well address the other similarity that happens here (at least in ST, it’s at a completely different place in RR). Both Mike and Greg enter a woman’s restroom for innocent reasons, Mike to find El and Greg to hide from everyone at the nursing home, but are then forced out of it by the women already in there

Ok maybe not the exact same situation, but similar enough that it feels right to include it.

Exhibit C: The failed presentation

Now for what I consider one of my strongest pieces of evidence alongside the roller rink incident. I honestly don’t know how this hasn’t been talked about before because it’s almost completely identical. Let me set the scene for you: the characters are presenting history projects in class. The presentation before our main character is called up is an extremely well done powerpoint-esque project that is praised by the teacher

Then our main character is called up and encouraged by their friend who is sitting next to them

Our main character starts with their project and it’s immediately obvious that they didn’t do the assignment correctly, much to the amusement of their peers

Especially the “mean girl” (I fully believe that everything Patty did to Greg was well deserved because he’s annoying but she’s presented as the antagonist so my point still stands)

That is the exact same shot. Duffer brothers I know what you did, these scenes are the same

Exhibit D: The van

What’s the main mode of transportation in RR and ST4? Oh yeah that’s right it’s an iconic and recognizable van driven by the older brother of one of the main characters and their friend

With the older characters riding in the front while the younger sibling and their friend are in the back:

Mike and Will are having a moment while Rowley’s catching some real airtime there. Iconic

Exhibit E: The concert

Now maybe this one is a bit of a reach but I’m going for it. The grand finale of both ST4 and RR includes a concert. ST features Master of Puppets by Metallica which sounds suspiciously similar to...

Explöded Diper by Löded Diper. Obviously Master of Puppets came first and Explöded Diper is based off of it, but why did the Duffer bros choose that song to be their grand finale instead of countless other 80s metal songs? Was it because it happened to be a popular song when the show takes place or was it because it has ties to Rodrick Rules? I know which one I believe

Exhibit F: Men with bangs

Stranger Things has a male character who has bangs, is a guitarist in a rock band, and hangs out with people much younger than him?

So does Rodrick Rules (Bill):

Not much else to say here only that at their core they are the same (sorry Eddie but it’s true)

Exhibit G: “Deny, deny, deny”

The theme of lying/denying the truth is a central motif in RR. In fact, the phrase “deny, deny, deny” is used frequently throughout the movie.

Who’s out there doing a lot of denying in ST? Oh yeah, it’s Will:

Conclusion:

Does this mean anything? I don’t know, man. All I know is that the Duffer bros have absolutely seen the American cinematic masterpiece Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules and have some explaining to do because not only one, but several moments in their own show are a little too similar here and I would like an explanation

And with that I will leave you with this:

#this is only half a joke #stranger things #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick rules #byler #not actually byler but you guys will get it

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iceicewifey · 2 years

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Hi!!!

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙!!

hi eddie 🥺

♡ send me a 🌙 for a headcanon about my f/o, ship or insert ♡

🌙; i’m sure i’ve mentioned it a thousand times already, but vanilla grew up* in a multicultural home; his father was muslim and his mother was presbyterian, so holidays were… weird to say the least. as an adult, he doesn’t consider himself religious; he’ll partake in “christmas culture” if he’s invited to, so long as it’s not overly churchy. he also doesn’t care for pork since it was never in the house when he was a child.

🌙; music wise, he’s a big fan of prog and psychedelic rock [think pink floyd, the doors, cream (pun intended), etc.] as well as some older egyptian and libyan records that his father used to play, but he unfortunately doesn’t remember the names.

🌙; both shay and vanilla are ridiculously good and competitive at pool. ask terence, he’s seen it firsthand.

🌙; shay is named after rapper vanilla ice’s former dj from the 90’s: dj deshay. if you’ve ever seen me say that their references go together, this is why.

🌙; they don’t watch much tv together because shay likes those trashy talk shows and vanilla is not into that, but a couple shows they both like watching are home improvement and miami vice.

[insert nilla, who had never previously been to miami before february of 1989, saying something in the show looks familiar, to which his wife, a born and raised miamian, proceeds to list the geographical coordinates, lists five people that work there and all the times she’s nearly been arrested nearby here]

#ask games 🎠#f/o headcanons #nilla posting #*by ‘grew up’ i mean until he was 7 because that’s when his dad died #in love with queue

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