#Squeaky-boots-blog

[the-sonic-crew]

**Gently gives Sonic, Shadow, Silver…at this rate, let’s just give everyone headpats cuz their such good lil guys!. Everyone gets a headpat!**

Awe, thanks! I needed that a lot (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Hmph. Your headpats are appreciated.

Thanks!!! I love headpats! *nuzzles into your hand for warmth*

[bluehairedspidey]

I can't believe I didn't realize until today that the Spongebob episode "Squeaky Boots" was a parody of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart"

[phantomwithbreakfast]

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@squeaky-boots-blog made me do this. She came up with this idea, to make a kinsona.

At times—eyes a piercing blue, at others, a gleaming green, changing like the tides under every fleeting light. His hair, now a canvas of contrast, split into black and white like night meeting day. The crystal ice diamond he offers gleams with a different truth—carrying a meaning as fragile and profound as frost on a winter morning.

Uh, hi there. I’m Danny. Most people call me Danny Fenton, but some know me as… well, Phantom. You can just call me Danny—it’s easier. So, if you’re reading this, I’m guessing you’re like me—a halfa. Y’know, part human, part ghost. Best of both worlds, right? Half alive, half… not. Sounds crazy, but trust me, it’s a thing.

Listen, being a hybrid isn’t exactly a walk in the park. It can get pretty dangerous out there. But, here’s the thing—it’s also kinda amazing. Flying, phasing through walls, ghost powers—tell me that doesn’t sound awesome.

Anyway, good luck with… everything. You’ve got this. Welcome to the club—it’s a weird, wild ride, but I promise, it’s totally worth it.

⟢ Danny Fenton.

⟢ What’s a kinsona, you may ask? Well, I’ll tell you—for those who might not know.

A kinsona is a personal character design or persona that represents someone’s connection to a character they kin with. To kin a character means to strongly identify with them on an emotional or personal level, often as part of fandom culture. In this case, Phandom. A kinsona could be a reimagined version of that character with personalized traits, outfits, or styles that reflect the creator’s identity or aesthetic preferences.

That was that.

[wildemaven]

life and loss | joel miller

pairing: dave york x f!reader / joel miller x f!reader word count: 1k content warnings: 18+ blog; death, grief/loss, major character death (no description of said death), AU and crossover universes, kind of fluffy, navigating loss, reader is non descriptive/blank slate. notes: this randomly came to me yesterday on my walk. It was meant to be just a moodboard and a small blurb to go along with it… and then this happened. Oops! Tried to pack a lot into a small thing so hopefully it makes sense.

Momentos of him, your late husband, have remained tucked away for the last year following his unexpected death. As you settle into your new widowed life and new home over a thousand miles away from the life you created with Dave, all the beautiful memories reside in cardboard boxes out of sight. 

Word travels quickly through the small neighborhood about your arrival and marital status— or lack thereof. Welcoming introductions turn into unannounced check-ins and flowers. Uncomfortable small talk on your front porch is sprinkled throughout the following weeks, a hand on your shoulder accentuates their let us know if you need anything. Sympathetic casseroles finally dwindle allowing you to finally ease into this new season of your life. 

The hammock left by the previous owners becomes your sanctuary most evenings. Searching for the brightest star in the night’s sky, then asking Dave how he’s doing before reading aloud to him the words from your latest book. 

It's days later when you’ve read the final word that a small voice from over the fence manifests as a quirky teenage girl sitting at a table you’ve set up on your back patio. She has a million and one questions about the book and is filled with theories about what happens beyond its ending. The side gate is never regularly latched closed now, eagerly awaiting Ellie’s return. She navigates most of your late night conversations that follow, including personal stories and the history of her life. My grump of an old man is in construction. He’s single by the way— not by choice, but life happens. 

His voice is calloused the first time he makes his presence known to you. Goddamn it, Ellie! I told you to leave her alone! They exchange brittle words back and forth through the shared barrier, before you insist he join the two of you. The crunch of his boots on the ground stall when he towers over where you’re still seated. His hand engulfing yours, warm and gentle as he tries to determine where his gaze should fall— you, the ground, the smirking teenager sitting across from you. Joel. Joel Miller. Uh, Ellie n’ I live next door. Not sure how long she’s been botherin’ you, but I’ll be sure it doesn’t happen again.

It’s weeks later when you run into Joel at the mailboxes. The clanking of keys and squeaky hinges fill the space between you before you’re both retreating back to your respective pathways. Your hands fidget and twist the bills and letters from your parents when you bravely initiate a conversation before he’s able to reach his front door. She’s the first person since moving here who wanted to talk to me about something other than the death of my husband. I don’t think I’ve laughed as much as I have with her in a long time. She’s welcome over here anytime. 

He reeks of nervousness as he stands on your doorstep the following evening. The ambered hue of his eyes absorb the warmth from the front porch light, adding a brightness to them that they seem to be commonly lacking. His words waver a bit as he begins to speak, starting and stopping, scrubbing his hand down his face before he attempts to start again. You offer him nothing but patience, sensing the mournful energy radiating off him— similar to the one you’ve been carrying. My wife and older daughter— they were both in an accident on their way to Sarah’s soccer game. I was pickin’ up Ellie from her counseling group for adopted kids. We were headin’ to the soccer field when I got the call. Some days are harder than others. And everyone wants to help, however that may be— lots of food as I’m sure you know. It doesn’t ever really get easier, but you learn to live with grief. Anyways, if you ever need anything or just want to talk— you know where I live.  

He accepts your impulsive invitation to join you for dinner, offering him the open seat across from you in the same spot as your timid first meeting. The crickets orchestrate the evening ambience as you share stories you’d tucked away, too painful to revisit until now. You find you laugh just as much, if not more, with Joel. Even among the tears shed, the conversation is filled with a hope and optimism that you longed for. 

You still feel his wholesome embrace long after you’ve called it a night to seek out much needed sleep. But much like the nights that ensued after Dave’s death, loneliness and the weight of your grief rear its head. 

The black ink glides over the surface of the paper. Line after line formulated a year’s worth of unsaid words that had been bottled up and blockaded by the rigid walls you’d built around them. Joel was right about the therapeutic effect of getting rid of the burdensome thoughts that come with loss, finding it’s hard to stop now that you’ve started. 

You convey the love that you still carry for Dave, something you’ll never willfully ignore or regret. It feels wrong but you touch on the hatred you feel towards his death; you hate him for leaving you, hate that you miss him, hate that some nights you forget the small details that you cherished about him. You tell him about Joel and the kindness he’s afforded you in a short time of knowing him and that there’s life beyond losing the love of your life. To look for the light even when shrouded by darkness. 

Pictures and trinkets find their way out of the cardboard confines Joel helped pull out from the guest room closet. The bare walls now filled with familiar faces and shelves adorn with colorful memories that you tried so hard to keep hidden. 

Joel and Ellie being a constant presence in your life allows you to see that life can surprise you when you least expect it and there’s room for new love. 

[majoryeager104]

Hi ! Another request. Your writing is so good I just keep coming back to this blog 😭

Okay so can you write about Dabi or Hawks (or both if you can) with a Reader who is like the most desperate flirt, has no shame whatsoever in her words no matter how nasty it is but as soon as he tries or does something like hug her from behind (which is so innocent compared to what reader says) reader is a blushing mess and yells about personal space

Thank you in advance and have an amazing day !!

omg this is just like me fr also im so glad u enjoy my writing 🙏🙏🙏

I kept the nasty level to a minimum tho lmao it’s mostly just cringe 😅

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“Kiss me if I’m wrong but, the earth is for sure flat.”

“shut the fuck up”

“You’re magnetic! My zipper is falling for you-”

“Shut. Up.”

“you like it”

“It makes me want to vomit.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes with a playful smile before making another attempt. “Just give me five minutes-” “you’re disgusting” “so is my love for you-” This back and forth went on for almost an hour as you two walked back through the city after a job. It had been months since you’d started dating, and yet Dabi felt like he’d never get used to the seemingly never ending list of pick-up lines that you probably scrounged the internet for. In fact, he found it astoundingly annoying and markedly mercurial.

Still, he couldn’t help the chuckle that would escape his mouth on the sparse occasion that your flirtations actually amused him. He also couldn’t help the blush that would tinge his cheeks and ears when you’d actually manage strike an odd nerve. But what really was odd about this ‘mercurial’ behavior, was your perpetually flustered reactions when he tried his own little romantic stunts. In fact, despite your constant changing attitude, it seemed like you’d freeze up the moment he got too close.

now that was really charming.

On this occasion, once you two had gotten back to the league hideout, he’d followed you to your room as usual, flopping down on your bed and beginning to scroll on his phone after kicking off his boots while you went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. He glanced over at the open door of the bathroom to see you busying yourself with brushing your hair. You looked pretty. He scoffed to himself. When didn’t you? Well, when you were running your mouth maybe..

he got up from the bed, slinking over to the doorway to stand behind you. He stared for another moment before taking two more steps, too quiet to be noticeable without those damn clanky boots. So you can imagine your surprise when you felt his warm arms snake around your waist, that pretty face of his nuzzled against the crook of your neck.

You froze, blushing wildly as you felt your whole body go warm, and you pulled away. He groaned in protest, grabbing your hand as you turned around to face him. “Heeey… get back here” he mumbled, stepping closer as he pressed you ever so gently against the bathroom sink, his warm hands on your hips as he went to lean down to your neck once more.

But thankfully (to you at least) you stopped him before he could, tugging him back carefully by his chin. “What the heck happened to personal space huh? I was busy” you said, your rosy blushed cheeks giving away your real feelings despite your rather precarious attempt at an undisturbed tone. But really, your voice just came out squeaky.

He chuckled a little, leaning in anyways. “You’re wrong by the way” he said quietly, a smirk growing on his face. You stared blankly for a moment. “Huh-” “you know, earlier? you said ‘Kiss me if I’m wrong but, the earth is for sure flat‘. You’re wrong.” He continued, his smirk only growing.

“I-” “surely you don’t intend to go back on your own terms” he interrupted before you could stutter out your response, chuckling once more.

“Not so much of a tease now huh?”

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“Your body is 60% water, and I’m thirsty as hell”

“I’m disappointed in you. I’ve heard that one like three times this week. You gotta get more creative”

“Do you work at Academy? Because you’re sporting the goods”

“Ehhh six out of ten”

“oh come on that’s a solid 7 and a half!”

“Five out of ten for desperation”

You groaned in mock frustration, flopping over on the couch. The two of you had been sitting quietly together when you’d begun this charade, and as usual Keigo played along with a grin. How couldn’t he when you were being so cute?

Maybe cute isn’t the word that anyone else would use though, but for him it was rather fitting. Because ‘anyone else’ would have no idea just how easy it was to make that charade fall apart like he did. It was so easy. So easy that he found himself wanting to fluster you to no end every chance he got.

“I’ll never have you will I?” You sighed, a teasing grin on your face as you looked back over at him. He narrowed his eyes a little, his smile remaining. Funny how the eyes can change, or maybe reveal, the energy behind a smile. “Oh you can have me” he chuckled, leaning over and putting a hand on your leg, just above your knee, like he was testing the waters.

At that you immediately blushed, that tease of a smile vanishing as your face went pink. Why wouldn’t it when the number two hero was right there touching you like that?

It was so simple yet so flustering, when his thumb began to trace a simple circle on the side of your knee. A mindless, simple movement that managed to grab your entire attention, bringing your focus to him. “Keigo…” you mumbled, blushing as you looked away, hoping he got the picture from your tone.

He did, immediately. But instead of stopping he just grabbed your chin and pulled you to look at him. “Yes?” He said in a teasing voice, unable to contain his smile to that same energy anymore as he fought the urge to laugh at just how flustered you were. He leaned a bit closer, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“somethin you wanted to say?”

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(My fave Sabrina song lmao)

[fandomfluffandfuck]

as someone obsessed with pussy steve, it drives me insane because i was doing my final exam today and all i was thinking about is "am i going to read the same pussy steve blog of S? yeah tf i am" and im here requesting from u some more pussy steve bc goddamn thats my obsessionnnnn. plus it's my first time asking u to write anything (i dont do shit but read things here and trying not fail school at the same time)

related to this pussy Steve ask

also... we're channeling this vibe shamelessly as we continue on from that last post, still set during WWII

Good job with your finals!! Let's dive in 👀

Steve can't fucking take it anymore, groaning as he flops back onto the squeaky, lumpy mattress that's supposed to be his bed. They've been holed up in this goddamn remote rubble city for what feels like years after clearing the town of HYDRA and Nazi agents with no action to burn off his excessive energy. The once standing city has long since been evacuated because of the air raids. The bombs have flattened almost half of it, shaking the other half immensely, but without orders to go elsewhere, the Howling Commandos are lying low, trying to plan their next move on their own. It feels like a waste just to march all the way back to camp but they don't have any other leads. Not yet.

And the Howlies have scavenged the area already, gathering any remaining, surviving food that isn't their shit MREs, plus having made sure no civilians were left behind before sitting down to talk and plan.

And talk and plan and talk and plan.

Steve can only strategize for so long, he can only play card games for so long, he can only draw on scraps of paper for so long; the serum has left him even more hot blooded than he was with all this vivacity he couldn't've dreamed of before, as thin and sickly as he was. So it's a fucking problem. Sitting still.

Waiting.

They should be doing something. Seeing action. Doing good. This is war. It feels so bizarre to sit between what they have just seen and what they're going to see. Bad things.

So, yeah, Steve is having a hard time unhelped by the fact that they're stuck in the one reliable structure that happens to be a small inn with thin walls. It's a blessing to have their own rooms and real beds, just enough rooms that they only have to pair up rather than sleeping in a dog pile together, but they might as well be together with these paper walls. Thus, Steve is being extra careful as he attempts to burn off some steam, alone while the others do... whatever... out in the main room (maybe a game of poker?) by stuffing the undershirt he's been wearing beneath his red white and blue uniform into his mouth.

The shirt tastes of salt and musk, balled up and packed between his teeth, filling his mouth, keeping his jaw open. Keeping the sounds he wants to make down. Most of the sounds. He can't help the sounds his body makes that don't come out of his mouth... wet, slick squelching sounds from between his legs, his fingers plunging deep into himself as if he's trying to get to his heart. In the scenario where he wanted to get off and be done with it, he'd be making tight, hard circles around his clit, pressing down against it hard, impatient and rough with himself, making himself a little raw with it but a lot sensitive--but that's not what he wants right now. He wants to burn through energy now. So, he has two fingers crooked inside his pussy, plunging them in and drawing them out slow enough that it makes him crazy. It's enough to feel good, so, so good, but not enough to get him off.

Steve's not wearing his uniform without the undershirt while he fingers himself. Well, he's not wearing it in full. He's kept his pants and boots on in case they need to get up and go, but... his pants are gaping open.

He's undone the long zip and aaall the latching buttons, ripping the taps as wide apart as he can get them without just taking his pants off. His hand shoved beneath both layers--pants and underwear.

His boxers are ruined. Wet. Soaked.

Registering just how sticky and wet he is, pulling his fingers out of his cunt to trace his puffy, swollen slit, he plays with his own wetness. He's dripping. He doesn't touch his aching clit directly, but he does put pressure on the legs of it, tracing the v down his vulva, spreading his legs wider, just a tiny bit, so his lips are out of the way as much as they can be, exposing himself, touching himself, and--

Choking on a whimper as electric pleasure shoots through him.

That's the closest he's let himself get to touching his clit in, in... however long it's been? An hour? Two? Ten minutes?

Steve doesn't let it last. Instead, blearily, he presses his middle and ring fingers back into himself. Back into the scorching, melted heat of his body. His foot kicks out, restless, needing something to do with the thick lust building inside him. Groaning softly through his shirt, Steve arches his neck, lifting his head off the bed just enough to let it come crashing back down heavily, giving his sweat-soaked blonde hair an impressively ruffled style.

As thoughts as he feels--his coherency consumed by pleasure--Steve suddenly flushes, wondering if Bucky will be able to smell it on him when he's done (if he doesn't already know what he's locked himself into their room to do). Once he's worn himself out, cumming on his own fingers after too much build up to be comfortable, leaving himself hurting with too much tension and desire, will Bucky know? Steve will button and zip up his pants and put his shirt back on and waltz back out there, but will it all be only for Bucky to corner him away from the other guys and maybe tip his chin up, fingers on his jaw, eye-to-eye, give him those dark eyes that say, I know what you did, maybe Bucky will kiss his neck and murmur to him hotly, or maybe he'll bend him over, their clothes still on, his cock a hot, thick line in his trousers, pressed against his slit, sweet talking him with his players voice, saying filthy things about how he can smell it on him like he's a bitch in heat with the most syrupy tone, crooning so Steve will get stickier, wetter, and gooey-er. Melted in the center like some kind of oozing, chocolate dessert. Hot and ready to be devoured.

Bitten.

Licked.

Swallowed.

Steve is thinking about his best guy's cock and he's thinking about his mouth, too, now. He's thinking about those sweet talking, wicked lips. He's thinking about his immaculately styled head of hair between his thighs, going to town. Not an ounce of reservation in the way he dives into him, in how he licks, how he slurps, how he fucks.

Jesus Christ.

Steve's jaw works around his balled up shirt, clenching. His throat contracts as he swallows thickly, praying that he doesn't wail like he wants to. The sound is in his chest, rattling around, building into this aching pressure. He can't fit anymore arousal inside himself. He's gonna burst.

Then, when he's weak and he just can't fucking stop himself, Bucky on his mind like always, Steve curls his fingers just enough to catch the raised spot inside him, spongy and sensitive. So fucking sensitive. His sweet spot that causes his hips to involuntarily buck up, searching for more, needing more. If he weren't gagged, he'd be moaning for it.

Moaning Bucky's name.

Bucky's on his mind already, so, of course, he wants Bucky on his tongue, too. Worse, he wants Bucky inside him. He wants him so bad that he's fucking aching, clenching around his fingers, hips squirming, toes curling, panting. He wants Bucky's cock in him so bad, slamming home so he's leaking around it, wetting his balls and smearing all over both of their thighs. He's a slippery mess.

He wants Bucky so bad that he has to stop thrusting his fingers in and out of his tight cunt to work a third finger into himself, chasing the girth of his dick. He can't get as deep as Bucky does, and it's just not the same to the point that, that--

Steve garbles out something of a sob. His eyes sting with tears. His head is so hot with frustration. Hazy and smoking. He can't think. He can't keep his rhythm. He's shaking.

Fuck.

When he pulls out to add another fingertip--stretching before he eases the entire length of his own finger in--he realizes he can smell himself. Already, he could smell himself wafting up from his unwashed shirt, sweaty, but now he can smell the hot, briny musk of his own arousal, carried on the sex-thick air of the quaint inn room. Humid and heavy.

He can smell himself. Sweat, musk, and leaking slick. It's an unmistable scent that turns Steve on more than it should, considering it's his own smell, twisting up in his gut and making him feel tighter, tenser, hotter. He can taste himself. Sweat, musk, and dirty, unwashed cotton coating his tongue, dripping down his throat, joining the lust already pooled low in his belly. He can hear himself. Slick, squelching, and lewd with his fingers curling inside himself. Muffled and drowning with sounds dying in the back of his throat before they have the chance to come out of his mouth. The soft snuffling, shuffling sounds of his pants folding and brushing against the bed sheets, fabric rustling and creaking as his thighs spread instinctively until the the seams groan. Every sound is another piece of wood added to the fire, burning hotter until it crackles and pops with the explosions of hot sap. Steve is feasting on these sensations as much as he's feasting on the slick, velvet feeling of the inside of his own pussy. He can touch himself. Smooth, wet inner walls that cling so tightly to his own fingers. If he could lift his head, the weight of his empty skull, so weakened, he could see himself, too--his hand moving in his pants, the veins running over his muscled forearms bulging with the effort of working his fingers so much.

God, he wants more in him.

His fingers work faster, curling a little harder, plunging deeper until he's erupting with another garbled cry.

He wants Bucky's cock in his pussy, throbbing with the pound of his best guy's heart, at the same time that he wants Bucky's thumb to sneak down between where their sweaty bodies collide with every frantic thrust, slicking the digit up with Steve's overpouring wetness until he reaches back, traces the sensitive, pink flesh between his legs to get to his asshole and pops it inside him, too, giving him something extra. Extra stuffing, his thumb in his ass, pressing back against his pussy. The thin wall between his holes. Giving him something more to clench down on while he wails, crashing over the edge as Bucky grinds so deep he can taste it, choke on it, so deep that his pelvis rubs on Steve's swollen clit and makes it impossible not to cum.

Guh.

Steve is drooling, soaking into his own shirt, thinking about Bucky.

Drowning in pleasure from his own hand.

Steve is rocking up into his hand, his hips with a mind of their own, or, rather, mindless in the pursuit of pleasure, instinctively rutting, humping, rolling, and just going. He's trying to swallow moans and gasps to varying degrees of success. He knows not all of them stay down in his tight, heaving chest, but he doesn't know how loud his noises are, his heartbeat is too loud in his ears.

Regardless of his noises, he keeps chasing his pleasure, his clit swollen and peaking out as much as it can from it's hood--leaving it vulnerable and draaagging just lightly against the heel of his hand. It's agonizing. With every feathered drag of his sensitive clit against his hand, it's making his sounds grow worse. He will be wailing soon no matter what he does. No matter how much he tries to keep it down.

It aches.

It hurts.

It feels sofuckinggood.

His jaw is working so hard that it feels like his teeth will rip into his shirt soon. Gah. Oh, ah, yeahh--

The temperature keeps going up and up in and all around Steve, fever hot, when the door swings open.

Steve is so tightly wound that he can't freeze. There is no way to stop the forest fire within him. It's going to have to come to its own conclusion when it has burned through everything he has, only ash left. Nothing can put him out.

So it's a damn good thing that it's Bucky that walks through the open door, hurriedly slamming it behind him when his eyes land on Steve's debauched, twitching form on the bed they've been sharing. A cold rush of air comes in with him, leaving all the hair on Steve's body to stand on end in salute. He quivers harder.

Bucky wastes no time. He is deadly, vicious in his pursuit--the sound of the door slamming hits Steve's ears, delayed with his mushy brain, and then Bucky is immediately on him like a predator pouncing.

His body is heavy on top of him, pinning him with the drag of his uniform against Steve's sensitive, sweat-glistening skin.

Real.

He's so real that it's visceral. It's not just Steve's heated, out-of-control fantasies as he approaches his orgasm without breaks.

Bucky cages him in with his body, one of his hands planted by Steve's head, steadying himself, while his other hand grabs ahold of Steve's forearm to rip his hand out of his pants.

Steve does wail then, through his makeshift gag.

The look on Bucky's face is evil, mocking him playfully, asking, oh, really, is that how it is?

After all these years, they read each other like open books. Steve knows he knows how turned on he is, and it's devastating. Bucky probably knows just based on how much he's blushing and how he can't keep his eyes open, how long he's been going at it for. He knows how much it aches to be untouched when he gets like this. Especially now. Post-serum. It's all he can think about. He can feel his heartbeat pounding in his pussy. He's hot and swollen and so wet that it brings stinging tears to his eyes. God.

He's so fucking needy.

He needs Bucky. He needs--

Bucky sticks both of Steve's hands above his head, crossed at the wrist, and uses one of his own to pin them there. Steve could easily break away any time, but now. He's so worn down. He's weak. His brain has gone out of his head, and all of his super-strength has drained from his body out of his weeping cunt. He's depleted. He can do nothing by lay there, helpless and vulnerable, as Bucky shoves and pushes and shimmies his pants and underwear down. He barely gets them halfway down his thighs before he stops, and because of it, Steve sucks in a sharp breath through his balled up shirt. The air of the room is shocking against his soaked, sticky center.

Guh.

GUH!

Steve makes a fucking stupid sound when Bucky quits messing with his tangled up pants to instead mess with his pussy. He slips one, then two, then three inside him. Fast. A predator tearing through prey, no time to think, just do. His shit eating grin tells Steve that he's impressed with how sloppy he's gotten himself, and he wants to cry in embarrassment but also pride.

With three fingers inside him, Bucky curls them and grinds them deeper, deeper, curls, deep, curl, deep--

Steve's head is spinning. He doesn't even know what Bucky is doing to him. It just, it, it, ohgod, his eyes roll back so far, so hard it hurts, it feels so good. It's wrecking him. Whatever he's doing to him. Maybe it's Bucky's reckless thirst for him. Maybe it's the serum burning like venom in his veins. Maybe it's both of them mixing together into one harsh cocktail, so intoxicating it immediately makes him drunk.

The things Bucky is doing to his body make Steve want to shriek in pleasure. He's letting go of his wrists but it's not like Steve can move anyway and it's for good reason that he's not pinning him anymore because instead he's pressing down on his belly with that hand as he curls his fingers more, more, more, curling them towards himself hard, pressing so hard on that spot inside him that Steve doesn't even, he's not even sure he can comprehend the pleasure cutting through him, it's so much pressure building up inside him, taking more space than he realized he had even inside this bigger, stronger body, he can't, he's not strong enough, he--

Steve gasps and squirms, not understanding, wanting to babble, oh, oh, Bucky, what-I, I'm-! Wait! What is that feeling? Why does it feel like that? Wh--he can't, though, he can't say anything, his mouth stuffed.

He screams behind his teeth and--

Steve fucking whites out.

He's there one minute and then he's gone in a flash. Too much pleasure. Too much pressure. Too good. He's half convinced, totally out of his mind, that he's exploded or, or...

Oh.

As Steve returns to himself in bits and pieces, still shattered in the aftermath, he's almost sure he's lost so much control of himself that he's pissed himself. He's so fucking wet. Soaked down his thighs and down Bucky's wrist. If he has pissed himself, then he's given everything up to Bucky, his body entirely his lover's, every part of it, but then.

JesusfuckingChrist.

Then, Bucky's voice breaks through the ringing in his ears, and he's softly, quietly purring to him, mindful of their thin walls in a way Steve has not been while being stripped down to the bone in exhausting, overwhelming pleasure. Bucky's voice is all low and hot, too turned on as he works Steve through it, touching him much softer, nicer, lighter while he tells him how fucking hot that was, watching him, feeling him squirt around his fingers. And, holy shit, he's gonna make him do that on his dick. He will.

It's a promise.

Now that he knows he can make Steve squirt, he's gonna do it all. the. fucking. time.

Steve whines through his gag, his body trembling hard with his fading fever. Oh. It hits like a sledgehammer to the back of his head. He's going to die. Bucky is gonna kill him, making him squirt, making him writhe, making him want to crawl out of his own body, giving him too much gutteral, visceral pleasure.

Bonus:

I've had a draft sitting here on Tumblr for a while that simply says:

Lil pussy Steve domming big, beefy Bucky. Steve's wearing a pair of panties to a party, getting them messy in a closet or bathroom or... both... where Bucky fingers him until he cums, then, once they've finished and Steve is desperately wet, he makes Bucky put swap underwear with him. Bucky obeys because of course he's done--he's big and he falls hard. Steve's wet, dirty panties, though, they're much too tight and remind him for the next few hours (hours that Steve, the introvert, suspiciously makes them stick around the party for) exactly of what they did. How he made his dom squirt and make these panties wet and smell musky and hot like his pussy does. Ruin them. Ruining the panties, ruining Bucky.

Plus, the whole rest of the party, Bucky has to live with the fact that Steve doesn't have any underwear on because rather than put Bucky's boxers on, he shoved them into his pocket where he could take them out at any time. Fuck, they could fall out at any moment! Bucky can't focus on a single fucking conversation.

And it's not until they get home that Bucky gets to cum.

When they're finally, finally home, Steve pushes Bucky down onto the floor, mounts his lap, and grinds into his hard, hard cock bursting out of his teeny-tiny, too-tight panties. The underwear is so little and delicate, all wet lace, that Bucky nearly ripped them putting on his bigger body. Demanding him to cum and ruin them further, one of Steve's thin, bony hands constricts around his throat.

Oh, yeah, he owns this big, subby mess of a man.

So... do with that what you will 😏

[wowstrawberrycow]

The Princess and the Paw-pûr

Celebrimbor Week- Day 6 (Crack)

@the-southlands

Note: @adarssuggestionbox feels it is "inappropriate" to share his imagination on his own blog and has asked me to post this here on my blog. Personally I just think he's being shy 😅 Between you and I, he has these little fantasies play out in his head constantly. He is always daydreaming about Brimby Mouse and Adar Kitty.

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Adar's Day Dream

On most fine days such as this, Brimby Mouse had spent long hours scurrying about the delicately carved stone floors of the forge. Giant feet seemed to be sleeping or, at the very least, busy in other places as of late. So today, he could freely roam without fear of being in an unsavory situation underneath a large boot. Not that his pet giants seemed to mind his company or meant to step on him, on the contrary, he was often given divine treats and gentle finger pats each time he encountered one of them.

However, today nibbly bits were scarce due to their absence. This was good for Brimby mouse, as it gave him a chance to visit the large, scruffy black cat who lived in the garden just outside his pampered walls. One might assume that sort of company to be rather dangerous for one like Brimby. But this simply was not the case. For they were close, far too close for a mouse and a cat ought to be.

Such thoughts of his handsome kitty gave Brimby Mouse's itty bitty heart the largest thump he was sure he had ever felt. He then began to squeak to himself, "Yes, that is a darling idea indeed! I'm paw-sitive that he requires pleasant company today." 

With that, he rushed to a potted plant upon a windowsill, borrowing a dew drop from its leaves. It fit perfectly within his paws and happened to be just enough to clean the forge soot from his face. Once that business was through, he bounced to and fro searching for the gift he had squirreled away. 

He gasped happily with his little paws below him once he found it. The package was adorned with a scrap of beautiful green paper and an equally lovely thin gold ribbon. To Brimby Mouse, this parcel was quite large and bulky as it was nearly the size of his body. However, he was a very determined sort! The tiny mouse cleverly slipped his arms through the tightly tied ribbon holes, then slipped the present on his back as if it were a camping pack. Once situated, Brimby Mouse dashed across the floor and through a hole in the wall that led to the garden. 

Meanwhile, tucked away in the most shaded place in the garden, Adar Kitty paced anxiously with his gift settled securely between his teeth. Suddenly, the black kitty jumped, turning himself about with his back legs twisting as if to dance in the air! The beautiful golden ring with tiny emerald gems that he had found flew through the air. It had landed in front of the little mouse, whose squeaky presence was the cause of his silly jig.

Brimby Mouse giggled at Adar Kitty's charming air. It always puts a smile on his face. "Good morning, deary!" He squeaked, pulling the package off his back. "The giant 'smiths' as they are called, are busy today. Their forge is completely empty, so I thought I would visit you a little early! I hope that I am not too early."

Adar Kitty trîlled in embarrassment but met his pretty friend with the same greeting as always: a little head bump. Such a greeting was enough to push down the mouse's whole body. But Brimby Mouse did not mind, as always would gift Adar Kitty's forehead with the biggest hug he could manage in return. Today was no different.

A strong pûr soon rumbled in Adar Kitty's chest when he felt his beloved's tiny hug. "I'm so glad you did, because I have something for you. So, never you mind how early you are. I simply adore your company, regardless of the time of day we meet." He mewed shyly, plucking the ring from its spot in the soil. Adar kitty did his best to dust the dirt away from its gems.

Brimby Mouse gasped, nearly dropping the package in his paws. "It is paw-sitively gorgeous! You saved this for me?"

" Yes, the moment I laid eyes upon it, I thought it would look lovely sitting atop your head." A red blush graced the kitty's black, fluffy cheeks. To him, Brimby Mouse was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He revered Bimby much like a knight shows love for his princess. Such a love deserved a crown.

Brimby's honey-kissed fur glittered with pink in return. Without wasting time, he slipped the child-sized ring perfectly upon his head. Then he hopped to a puddle from the rain from the night before and gazed into it. His eyes widened, "I adore it! Thank you so very much!"

Adar Kitty was right, it did look exactly like a tiara. A soft coo rolled from his mouth. He did indeed have a tiny princess in his presence. This thought sent his heart dancing below matted raven fur.

Brimby Mouse squeaked shyly and then cuddled against one of Adar Kitty's large paws. "As it turns out, I have a gift for you, too! I think I said that already..." The mouse blushed in embarrassment, then ran to the package. He could hardly wait to joyfully place it in front of his kitty love.

Adar Kitty trîlled in surprise, as even the packaging was elegant! He carefully untied the ribbon with his teeth, allowing for the scrap of shiny paper to unfold. Placed neatly in the center of the bundle was a thin curled silver chain and a pendant with tiny violet gems. Adar Kitty looked astonished, blinking several times. "Thank you, my love! However did you manage?"

Brimby felt a sense of pride in his handiwork, since this was the exact reaction he was hoping for. " I made this at home special, just for you!" Brimby Mouse declared. Hours of gathering unwanted items that were kicked under work desks and toiling away in his own little forge in the walls very clearly paid off.

Adar Kitty's pûr only grew stronger when he felt himself mew repeatedly with joy. He leaned down to nuzzle the little mouse in gratitude.

Brimby Mouse giggled, squeaking in return. He hugged Adar Kitty's face pressing tiny mousey kisses against his nose, before he clipped the chain around his kitty love's neck. Then he tied the golden ribbon into a bow that rested on the chain. For the rest of the day, Adar Kitty played chase and rescue with his tiny princess while the big people were off sharing their own joys during their summer festivities.

[radio-kitty]

Half effort drawing off Danny. This is actually for @squeaky-boots-blog little gift for them! Enjoy!

[mooshie-blue]

Art trade with @squeaky-boots-blog !!!

[wordgirlexploration]

i finally got the whole blog set up and fancified to my liking :3

now that that’s out of the way, hi, i’m ale, and design is my passion. i drew all of our refs for Exploration, and now i’d like to divulge some details about why we designed characters the way we did!

i’ll be going in lineup order, so feel free to pull those bad boys up and follow along :]

Cpt. Huggyface

at Raven’s request, we have made him look more like a creature. we really wanted him to look like no Earthling monkey, so that it was less obvious compared to Bob, the other monkey in Fair City.

we’ve removed his shirt. Huggy can change color at will, and blue is his most iconic color, so we decided to just. make him blue. 

his lightning bolt insignia is also blue. this is because it isn’t actually an insignia, it’s a scar. it’s grown over with fur now, but the color changing is still a little off in that area.

we gave him an aviator's helmet because he is one. it was a lot more interesting than his original.

his antenna curves slightly because i thought it looked stupid sticking straight up.

another note on his antenna: it's not part of his helmet, it's his actual antenna.

WordGirl

we have her a ponytail for her ease of flying and fighting people. keeps it from getting in her face.

one little flyaway on her ponytail is star-shaped - because stars are WordGirl’s shape :]

we also gave her a star-shaped mask to make it easier for her to conceal her identity.

the neck of her cape is now a little turtleneck, it keeps her warm in those high altitudes.

her gloves and boots are based off how they look in the comics. also i like drawing defined shoes :]

WordGirl has blue eyeshines because she has a nictitating membrane, like a cat. also, her eyes are star-shaped because those are her shape.

her sclera are slightly yellowish, due to her powers. her eyes are also more of a dark red for the same reason.

you can't see them, but she has little fangs. adds to her alienness.

Becky

Becky has two upward flyaways on her head. this is because she has a bee motif (spelling bee), and those are the antenna

her headband has a small gold thing at the end, because it doubles as the headband for her helmet.

also has star-shaped eyes, but hers are slightly smaller, and less obviously noticeable.

has a bee necklace, because of her bee motif.

the pleated skirt was an accident i drew before looking at a reference. but i drew those pleats, so i had to keep them.

we gave her skirt pockets, because pockets are a nice thing for skirts to have!

we kinked her and Wordgirl's hair. she deserves curly hair with volume <3

Tobey

he has stupid hair. one of his cowlicks looked very awkward, so i decided to make it reminiscent of his robits antennae.

he has sectoral heterochromia - we agree that Tobey has heterochromia, but we agree slightly stronger that his eyes are blue.

his knees are a little scuffed up. i picture he's fallen off the robits a few times and scraped em.

his socks are lowered slightly. he's older now, so we thought his socks should be more reasonable.

Steven Boxleitner + Two-Brains + Squeaky

Steven's ref is chocked full of references to his fate as Two-Brains.

first is the tail-like flyaway on the back of his head. it's inspired by a comic character, and is meant to be reminiscent of a mouse tail.

the same goes for Two-Brains's two brain, it's shaped like a mouse to resemble Squeaky, and the flyaway of the hair tuft under it is meant to be her tail.

i noticed that Squeaky actually has a little bit of a snaggletooth, so i gave that, along with the normal mouse chompers, to Two-Brains.

his bowtie resembles mouse ears

on Steven, his lab coat sleeves are actually tucked into his long gloves. on Two-Brains, they are cut off.

Steven wears a button-up shirt tucked into his pants. Two-Brains wears a t-shirt.

Two-Brains belt is falling out, because Squeaky does not care for clothes and TB must put them on as fast as possible.

inspired by the same comic character as before, the tail of his labcoat is also meant to resemble the tail of a mouse.

Steven has dressy shoes, with spat-like coloring that matches with Becky's. Two-Brains has sneakers that are inspired by a lot of furry art i see where their toes are out - TB does not have his toes out, but the lines are meant to resemble paws.

Squeaky does not let TB tie his laces.

Squeaky herself resembles a dumbo rat, despite being a mouse. Her not looking like the ideal mouse is what lead to her being on sale.

Two-Brains has little chin whiskers, because mice have So Darn many. that's also what his little zigzag flyaway is meant to resemble.

Chuck

Chuck's lettuce is a bit more leafy and his eyes are dots to add to his innocent, cuteness factor.

Raven told me he has pickles, so i drew a little pickle on him.

Chuck has freckles that resemble the crumb of white bread. or he has a crumb that resembles freckles.

he has a turtleneck, we didn't think his ma would want him to go out without a sweater.

we couldn't figure out his shoes - so we decided to make them rainboots that look like green olives.

Butcher

we gave him blue eyes because it's good contrast.

i gave him a little face bandage because i thought it would be funny if he cut himself shaving.

i gave him a little chest hair. you can probably guess why :,]

gave him generic loafers based on a line where he mentioned his shoes not having laces.

Lil' Mittens

gave him mittens <3

he now has a little red collar with a bell, because i think once Butcher lost him once, he had to make sure he never lost him again. his collar is red because it's the meatiest color.

The Whammer

we once came across a furry wordgirl au, and started to think about what the other characters would be. obviously, we decided that Whammer was a bull. we decided to take that idea and run with it, and make him a cute little cowboy.

he has cow ears. Raven pitched the idea, and initially i put them on his helmet, and then where human ears would go. Raven eventually had to kick me and tell me to put them were cow ears would go. Raven was right.

i think cow eartags are really cute, so i had to give him one.

initially, i gave Whammer an anti-nursing tag on his nose. Raven thought it was too much and told me to make it a nose ring. you know, like a BULL.

i get nervous when a character design uses too many colors, and everyone agreed that Whammer's outfit was really ugly. so we decided to make it purple and orange, like his mask, to make those "his" colors.

Invisi-Bill

Invisi-Bill is a neat little creature, and ever since i started drawing him, i decided to give him elf ears for no real reason than to make him more creaturelike.

in A Questionable Pair, it's shown Invisi-Bill has his ears pierced. i look advantage of his long ears and gave him an earring with a chain.

he has I cufflinks because he's Invisi-Bill! yay!

he has a tooth gap because he is my favorite and i have a tooth gap :]

he has 2-tone wingtip shoes because he is my favorite i like 2-tone wingtip shoes :]

Big Left Hand Guy

blhg has slightly darker skin, because i think he's related to the stout, tan-skinned bank guard.

i gave him a cane based on a mention in the fanfic BLHG's Big Dilemma by DandyMaximilian. helps him not stand knocked over slightly.

he has one gay earring, based on the designs of rootbeertime. i just put it on the right ear. i think it's funny he would do that.

Ms Question

has yellow sclera, because that's the color her eyes were when she first got her powers.

i've seen at least two fanarts of her with question mark earrings, and i think it's really, really cute.

we thought that her little black wrist braces were silly. we decided to full-on give her black gloves.

Raven really loved the little gold trim of WordGirl's boots in the comics, and wanted to give this lady also with red boots the same touch.

The Coach

none of us really care for The Coach, so he is basically the same as canon. except for his cuffs!!! i had to fix his cuffs!! they were the wrong color!!!

Kid Math

when we decided to give Becky a bee motif, we also decided that Kid Math should also have a bug. we decided on making him a termite, because Hexagon is a math-based society, and architecture is pretty mathy.

we replaced his cape with wings. it adds to his alien nature. additionally, winged termites are young creatures who are sent out to scout for new territory. Kid Math is young, and it relates slightly to our arc for him.

he has hexagon-shaped eyes to contrast WordGirl's star-shaped ones. 

he has compound eyes like a fly, and orangey sclera, to add to his buginess and alienness.

he has little fangs.

Mr. Big

mostly the same as canon, but i upped his bunnyness and fancied his shoes.

his tie is now striped to resemble his mind control beams.

i thought the little kerchief in his pocket looked ugly, so i replaced it with a itty bitty squishy bunny.

he also has bunny cufflinks :]

The Squishy Bunnies, i guess

i just made them cute. i couldn't bring myself to draw their canon designs

Leslie

basically the same as canon, but bunnyed her up a little. we thought it would be funny if Mr. Big had no dress code, aside from "one bunny item", so we gave her a bunny hairclip and bunny earrings.

her choker is black now because we didn't think the purple really needed to be there

Granny May

made her hair more curly, because she is a black woman.

made her pearls slightly more yellow, because they're old.

her pearl necklace has a little diamond shape on it as a button to turn into her metal suit.

made the band on her dress green and a bow, because we thought it was cute and old ladyish :]

gave her a cane, because she's a little older than she used to be. also, it's a new weapon against WordGirl

Colonel Mustard

gave him some hair back. mostly because i thought his exposed cheek was ugly, and figured i'd give him the paws back while i was at it.

Victoria Best

we thought it would be fun if she wasn't really blonde.

i lowered her pigtails and made her ties bows, because she's a little older now, and the bows were cuter.

at the request of Robin, she now has freckles to resemble her brother.

we gave her slightly pinkish nudey eyeshadow, because we felt like she would be the type to wear it.

her eyes are inspired by ocular albinism, her eyes are blue, but in certain lights, become red, like when her eyes glow.

her skirt is pleats now, like Becky.

we gave her mary janes, because they're kinda like Becky's silly shoes, but Better.

Lady Redundant Woman

we made her slightly paler, to resemble a blank piece of printer paper.

made her eyes CMY, like a printer.

her downward-facing eyelashes are meant to resemble ink dripping from her eyes.

canonically she has lips, but none of us thought the pink suited her. so we gave her a cute black upper lip, like ink.

we pinked her suit slightly to moreso resemble the magenta of a printer.

i made her belt a floppy disk. i just thought it'd be funny.

we gave her boots a white trim, because Raven thought her boots were white.

Maria, Charlie, Meatball

basically unchanged from canon

[anemcia]

Have you ever stalked the ship of another mun? Have you ever been intimidated by somebody based solely on their writing alone? Have you ever been late on replying to ooc messages/dm’s? Have you ever deleted a sent ask?

Munday: Guilty as CHARGED - [ACCEPTING]

Question 1✨: [HEAVY BREATHING] I mean, I suppose I stalk your ships most of the time HUEHUEHUEHEUHUE-- But I do keep mini tabs of people's ships in my brain in general! Especially when it comes to days when they might want asks about some ships, or something fun/creative for them to play around with? Stalking in the most polite way possible, I just want to see y'all thrive and be happy with the romances. It's big reminders that I just... Need to look after my own OTP(s) too.

Question 2✨: Mostly answered here! But suppose I get more specific? It took me a couple of deep breaths before approaching your blog ngl. Nothing to do with anything you're doing, I'm just the boob who assumes that I'm being a bother for requesting the muses I'm interested in (which is most of them tbh). I don't feel that way nearly as much as I used to, but I admit I've got the squeaky boots back on since returning to tumblr. Baby steps, that's all I need to remind myself of.

Question 3✨: All. The. Time. Though I tend to be a bit faster over discord, I just get swept up in mommy mode until they're off to bed and I can actually recollect my thoughts. And sometimes I'd rather crash and watch TV shows and think about it the next day. Sometimes it leads into a bit of a loop, hence my true motivation to find more time for myself with friends. Get back into my hobbies, relax a bit more.

Question 4✨: Yeah, usually just to clean out or I've missed the window for a meme and I get embarrassed. ;0;

[captainlightbulbzz]

MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU SILLY GOOD GOOFY BUDDY CHUM PAL SCRUNG MCBUNG 6 PC CHICKEN NUGGET MCGOOBER PLOOBER MCGEES @driedlemonz @buggaboizz @alyay336 @cookiwi-octonauts @paintbrushscloak @star-scrambled @snowflakepenguin14 @spacefinch @0bs1d1ankn1ght @winterdimez @funky-frankie @c-midori @queerkingdom69 @tweakxkwazii @pee-hat-copy-pasta @arcturthenerd @celestial-draws @squeaky-boots-blog @sabiraclouds @astro-nautic @confusedyawn @enafuyus @panini1111 @pantpisser9000 @fizzycereal @xstarrydawnx @aaapril0987 @pezposting @harper---sea @batbitesthebat @notakoollad

boo nai jumpscare

2023 is coming to an end so this is my annual I love my online friends so fucking much you wouldn't believe me if I told you post.

[radio-kitty]

Some au with @squeaky-boots-blog just wanted to do a fun blind color

[spongebob-connoisseur]

More Bat boi but, coloured. I hope you like! May make a digital version of it later on.

×××××××

Ohh its so cuuute!!💖 He looks so vibrant and even more adorable! You should absolutely make a digital version of it! Thank you so so much for sharing it with me :) batbob looks like such a sweet little cutie bat! You could just squish him in your hands💞 tbh he's too spongey to get hurt but you probably shouldn't actually do that xD

I can imagine batbob would make cute stickers! You could make some 👀 I'd love to see what else you'd do with him! He's an adorable idea and I love his design!💖

[totallytoonymuses]

Continued from here.

Julian looked over at Andy, a little embarrassed at showing his fear in front of him but, his assurance of being able to catch him making the small lad feel a little better about climbing onto him.

He gave a soft and sweet smile before slowly approaching the doll before he overheard him saying something about being scared. He huffed, puffing out his cheeks as a scarlet red blush crept onto them.

Of course, he was used to Andy being cheeky and teasing him but, it still got to him always.

"I I'm not scared. I'm j-just n-nervous is all!" He announced, feeling even more embarrassed than before but, he stopped as Andy assured him that he'll protect him.

And yes, he felt a whole lot better after that.

"Th-thanks, Andy."

He replied, trying to cover up his blush as he hesitantly and slowly climbed onto Andy's back trying to not shake so much attempting on adjusting his position on Andy's back so that he felt safer and not fearing falling off.

☄. *. ⋆ . *. ⋆.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

@squeaky-boots-blog

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"Attaboy!" He cheered, hoisting his friend onto his back. "I'm proud of ya', facing your fears!"

Now, they could get down to business. Lifting Julian up, he used all his strength to keep upright, positioning himself as close as he could to the ledge. He could feel now nervous his pal was. He found it endearing and pretty cute, but didn't want him to faint from stress.

He gave Julian a reassuring squeeze on the base of his leg, a non-verbal way of saying 'You can do this.'

"Now, the dice should be in one of those boxes. When you find it, toss it down to me! And remember, try not to fall -- but if you do, I gotcha."

[gcldbound-a]

@squeaky-boots-blog​​​ replied ; The duck didn't say anything as he fetched the papers, hurriedly placing each into his arms before he perked up hearing the older duck speak to him. He froze and tried to come up with a response;  'Erm, uh. My school papers, my teachers say I better shape up or I'll be kicked out and if that happens my parents will be disappointed in me but, I' he struggled to say the last bit, heaving a soft sigh in the progress. 'It's fine, nothing to worry about’ he then added.

♔჻ — ◜ ❛     Oh     ,     school     ——     ah     never     went. Me     parents     didnae     have     th’     money     t’     enroll     me when     ah     was     young.     Not     that     et     would     matter     anway ,     since     ah     left     home     so     SOON.      ❜  ◞ He     recalls       ,     while     handing     over     the     last     couple     papers. ♔჻ — ◜ ❛     Still     ,     y’     oughta     take ���    yer     studies SERIOUSLY.     School’s     an     important     gateway     t’ yer     FUTURE     y’know     !     ❜  ◞