#as for liking socks? i used to hate em but now i love em

[theblacklewinsky]

Note: Hey y'all! I hope y'all enjoy, the next one might be submissive Terry idkidk 🫣 kinda hate this one.

Perfect Gentleman. | Aaron Pierre.

Gentle!Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader

Warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions but not limited to; sexual content ( penetrat!on, oral s3x ( m receiving), extreme language (cursing, sexual references) established relationship, slight daddy kink if you squint. Not proofread!

Summary: terry's been the perfect gentleman, maybe a little too gentle.

swear you can have me, you really one-of-one.

how you so nasty? you really one-of-one.

You eagerly scratched the itch away in your bitten up ankles. The mosquitoes out here in the Black Bayou had torn your exposed ankles up—and this was why camping wasn't your thing. You'd never complain though, any excuse to be with Terry was a good one.

"I told you to wear long socks," he chuckled looking back you and at how you'd scratched the skin on your ankles red, "all that gardenin' you do and you out here with no socks on," he softly lectured as you watched him pitch the tent, at his demand. He was such a gentleman.

You'd been dating Terry for over four months, you've both went on a plethora of dates, had the steamy first kiss, and even spent a night at each others apartment, but you still hadn't fucked yet. Was it you? You knew you had an Oscar worthy performance of your coy-innocent act that Terry ate up all of the time, but you weren't a prude. You couldn't count how many times you'd hinted, and seduced only to be met with more gentleness.

And you loved how patient, protective, and gentle he was with you. He was everything you'd practically asked for when you started dating. A nice man, a sweet man—and you got it, a full blown golden retriever boyfriend. He had so many amazing qualities, he was always on time arriving fifteen minutes early. Something he said was one of the most useful things he learned from his time in the Marine Corps. He was a full blown de-escalator, he never wanted to argue with you, always communicating as calmly as he could before coming to an understanding with you. He was gentle. But maybe he was too gentle? You wanted Terry in the worst ways. It didn't help that he stayed in good shape, gym four times a week, and his infinite morning runs kept him in tip-top shape.

You pouted, squinting your eyes as you looked at Terry from underneath the brim of the Nike bucket hat you'd retrieved from him. Although he was pitching the tent and the sun was currently beating down on him, he decided that, you, sitting in the shade doing nothing, needed the hat more. Such a man.

"You said come comfortable, and I garden in my crocs—that's what I came in!" You defended your reasoning for not wearing the socks that he did tell you to pack last night over a quick FaceTime call, but he did say come comfortable in the same sentence. "These mosquitos are relentless, baby, look at my ankles!" You frowned looking at how red and irritated the skin has gotten there even on your deep brown skin.

Of course Terry stopped his meddling with the tent and came over to assess your so badly injured ankles. He tsk'd softly his big hands cradling both of your ankles gently. Now push them behind my head! you eagerly thought feeling him touch you at all always sent shocks and shivers through your body.

"They eatin' my baby up," he somberly acknowledged rubbing his thumbs where the bites were firmly, "you put bug spray on like I told you?"

You nodded. "Yeah, just go and finish the tent," you dramatically sighed waiting to eagerly scratch at the bites, "I'll just be sitting over here, itchy, getting ate up." At least something was eating you up.

He brought your left ankle up to his lips casually, placing a soft kiss there before setting the both of them back down carefully. You almost moaned, it had been way too long. "stop scratchin' at em, you makin' em worse."

You looked at him, batting your eyelashes at him a dazed nod following right behind. He was so gorgeous, and it didn't help that he was so sweet and treated you like the absolute brat you were. He continued on with his quick work with the tent and you continued on with your sneaky scratching. After it was perfectly pitched, he got you inside as soon as it was done to rub a bit of alcohol on your itchy ankles and making you put on a pair of his socks that were way too big for you.

You frowned looking down at your legs later that night as you both set around the campfire, that you had gotten started. You hadn't forgotten all the survival tips your father had shown you. Terry focused on cooking the fish he and you caught earlier from the pier. He'd cleaned it and dissembled it himself. "These are puttin' a damper on my outfit, so not cute."

Terry chuckled, quickly flipping the searing fish over in the pan. Your eyes flickered over to him. "What?"

"You so country," he commented through a light chuckle, "damper?"

"That's not country!" You defended through a smile. "Everybody says damper!"

"Nobody says damper,"

"Does too!"

"Why you gotta be such a brat? Why you act like that?" He teased playfully, holding his hand out to you only to pull you up from your chair and into his lap. "Hm?" He hummed nuzzling his faced into your neck where he playfully nipped at the skin on your neck, knowing the ticklish effect it had on you.

You laughed hunching your shoulder up to push him away from the area, "stop!" The assault lasted a few more minutes before he reluctantly stopped, only when he seen the tears from your nonstop laughter, and how you cradled your aching stomach when you laughed.

"Brat," he mumbled in between persisting kisses to your lips. You happily returned each one, who were you to deny the brat allegations. They were very true. "Always gotta have yo way."

"You love how bratty I am," you retorted, trailing your own lingering kisses from his lips, to his jaw, to his neck.

"I do," he mumbled out an agreement making you laugh against his neck before continuing on, and you thought maybe, as his hands kneaded the back of your thighs and the undersides of your ass. But all that came undone when he urgently removed you from his lap in light hysterics about almost burning the fish.

The fish.

How could he even think about fish when he had your throbbing pussy in his lap, was he really blind to all this shit? Or was he just not sexually attracted to you? Or was he fucking celibate? The questions brought on a lingering insecurity. The rest of the night you were more distant, quiet, the situation left you a little embarrassed and salty. You'd never had a man be so indifferent to your advances. Or did he even see them as advances? Hell, you didn't know anymore.

Your distance and quiet demeanor didn't go unnoticed either Terry, who constantly made it his mission to see if you were okay and enjoying yourself. You answered the same all the time, yes, which did very little to comfort him—but he also didn't wanna push you into irritation.

"You sure you good, baby?" He asked later that night as you both settled into the cozy tent. You made sure to nestle yourself into your cute, pinky, sleeping bag. It was so you.

"Yeah." You simply answered with a nod, forcing the weak smile. Such a liar. But you weren't gonna admit that the situation left you feeling a little salty. You didn't wanna bring the situation up at all, you'd much rather forget it.

"You sure? You not actin' like yourself, baby. You want me to take you home?" There he went. Being so him. Always being so caring.

"No, I'm fine. It's nothing really, im just..itchy still." You seamlessly lied. Or maybe not. You were still itchy.

Terry decided not to press the issue instead making sure he got as close as possible to you, something he always did when you slept together, he loved being right up under you—you didn't contest to it. Ever. You both gave your good nights, and Terry made sure to turn off the LED lantern lamp you both had in the tent. A soft and easy silence falling over the both of you. Terry's soft breathing, body heat, chirping crickets and the pitch black were enough to lull you to sleep. And they almost did, but damn, you were still itchy.

You brought your knees to your chest, hastily scratching at your extremely itchy ankles, a heavy, draws out sigh from the temporary but almost euphoric relief skipped past your lips.

"Stop scratchin'." Terry's deep voice but through the silence, the raspiness on the edge of his voice attributed to the sleep that had took him in quick. The words halted your actions quickly as you tried to quietly morph into a comfortable position.

"I'm not," you spoke quietly.

"But you were."

His damn hearing. He heard everything.

"Well I wouldn't have been if I was doing something else." Your tone snappy but the suggestiveness fore fronted the sassiness.

"Somethin' else like what?" Terry questioned.

You huffed immediately, sitting up abruptly from your sleeping bag and flickering the lantern on. "Are you really that clueless?" You exclaimed almost, looking at his ever so lost expression. "Terry, are not you sexually attracted to me?"

Terry looked at you as if you'd grown two heads. Like he couldn't understand why you'd ask him such a question, like you didn't know he was a full blown raging man. "Why would you even ask me that, of course im sexually attracted to you, baby."

"You don't act like it," you quietly murmured, "it's like every time I try, you pull back. What is it? I really thought I was obvious enough with everything."

And you were. Terry wasn't ignorant to your advances. But he also wasn't ignorant to your past relationships and the men that you dealt with. Full blown sex addicts a few of them seemed to be, and some of them seemed unable to form a real bond with you without sex. He wanted to prove to you that he actually liked you, that he wanted to get to know you past sex. That he wanted this to last. It'd taken copious amounts of restraint for him to slyly deter away from the advances. Copious amounts.

He wasn't exactly sure how he made it to four months himself, without caving in. Maybe it was his serious he'd gotten about your relationship, maybe it was genuine like for you that made it somewhat easy. He was still a man though, taking care of himself when he was finally away from you.

He said your name slowly, sitting up himself, "im utterly, completely, and deeply sexually attracted to you. But I wanna show you that when it comes to keeping this together, sex is indifferent to me. I don't want you to think we need that shit to connect. I genuinely like you, alot."

"I like you too, but I already knew that Terry," he softly laughed, the weight of the insecurities dropping off your shoulders. You couldn't believe that once again, all this time, the lack of sex was catered to his feelings about you. You were gonna fuck this man so good. So good. "I knew that at the end of the first date when you didn't try to kiss me when you dropped me off." You giggled at the recanting of the memory.

"I wanted you to feel it though."

"And I do feel it," you slinked even closer to him, hand trailing up his thigh, "I feel it so much." You looked up at him, batting your long lashes.

Terry sat there slack mouthed, brows furrowed, his stormy eyes looking down at you with bursting pleasure and astonishment as he watched you suck him down. How the fuck did you get so good at this shit? You'd completely covered his shaft in your saliva, you were loud and sloppy. Just how he liked it. Throat so tight around him, every time you nuzzled him in. You were dazed yourself, tasting him, having him in the back of your throat where you craved him so many times before. You were savoring all of this.

Your hands wrapped themselves around his girthy length, stroking them at a brisk pace, your wet mouth guiding them in their dizzying up and down movements. His grunts and groans of approval only furthered you to please him more. You looked up at him, eyes watery, and soft as you took him down, spit bubbles formed around him, as you nuzzled him in deeper into your mouth. Removing a spit soaked hand, you nuzzled that into your soaked panties, pleasing him, pleased you.

"Sss-shitttt," he drug out through a groan, his strong hand grasping the back of your neck, as he bucked himself up into your mouth, relentlessly fucking your throat. You shut your watery, burning eyes letting him use you how he wanted. "Fuck, eat that dick up baby. You do that shit so good," he slurred through his persisting moans.

That only furthered your arousal, which furthered your efforts. The rough gags and choking from you was almost enough to send him over the edge. Almost. You finally pulled back, giving him a chance to recover and giving yourself a chance to catch your ailing breathing.

You stroke him off, spitting down on his shaft in your hands, eagerly stroking the lubrication in, leaning your head down to suck one of his balls into your mouth; gently. You knew too much. How did you know so much?

"Why you so nasty?" He mumbled grabbing your chin once you were done tending to his balls. "Hm?" He hummed before pressing your wet lips to his own. His kiss rushed, sloppy, and deep. His tongue searched every inch of your mouth, his lips sucking your own into his mouth.

Oh he was nasty like that?

"Move," he knocked your hands away from his still hardened dick, "take that shit off." He comments taking heed to the articles of clothing you still had on, his own hands slithering under the oversized shirt you'd put on for bed.

"But I wanted to make you cum—" you started, wiping your wet mouth with the back of your hand once he eagerly pulled your t-shirt off, nipples immediately pebbling due to the exposure of the cool night air in the tent. You didn't get to finish your sentence before Terry's lips were already latched onto the flesh on your neck, creating red blemishes as he cascaded down your body skillfully.

"You bout to," he mumbled attaching his lips to yours once again, "open up," he tapped your jaw firmly, "lemme see." The firm taps to your jaw ignited the fire and aching need in your belly, a moan slipped past your lips as you opened like he asked.

You watched, dazed, as he spat down into your mouth. Oh, he was nasty.

It was like yin and yang to you. This couldn't be your Terry. Not the Terry that bought you flowers every Sunday and never let you lift a finger Terry. This was a different Terry, nasty Terry. Impatient Terry. Demanding Terry. Just what you wanted.

"Oh my god-uhhhh!" You slurred out through a moan. Terry's vice grip on your locs matched the same vice grip you currently had him in right now. He had you positioned on all fours, one hand on your hip to steady his hard, dizzying strokes. He was fucking you hard, too hard. Too good. Your thighs trembled beneath you, knees threatening to buckle as he slammed into your heated core repeatedly. It's like he knew exactly where that spot was located. "Right there, daddy! Right fucking there," you whimpered, face pressed pathetically on the pallet beneath you.

"I know, i feel that shit," he groaned, sending another hard smack to your ass cheek, the recoil from his pelvis constantly slamming into your ass had him in a complete daze. Four months he kept himself from this, restrained himself from what he knew had to be good. But he didn't expect it feel like this. "Wettin' me right the fuck up—mm mm, keep that shit right there, you better not fuckin' lay down, keep that shit open just like that." He mumbled out into the tent, taking into head your trembling legs. The lewd sounds of your sopping wet pussy, followed by the loud slapping of your skin together filled your tent and your empty head.

"Fuckkkk," you groaned out, managing to sit up in your elbows, acrylics clawing at the covers beneath you, your eyes crossed as you felt his tip kissing a little too deep, "so deep, baby."

"Mhm," he hummed pulling your head back with his tight grip on your hair, his lust filled glare looking right down into your own crossed eyes, "right where i should be. Look at you, takin' this dick like a good girl. This what you wanted right?"

"Yesssss," you managed to fully get out, a series of breath taking moans following. He was giving you exactly what you wanted; hard, rough shit. He was fucking you like he hated you, like he had a point to prove. This shit was only making you delusional did he not understand the type of you he would get now?

"Yeah? Wanted daddy to dig yo' shit out just like this, huh?" He nodded watching you nod in response, your breaths coming out in a series of heavy puffs. "I know you did, can tell by the way you creamin' on my dick."

"Shittt!" You gasped out the exploitive, planting your hands flat against the ground, mustering yo whatever weak energy you had to fuck yourself back against him, working toward your own impending orgasm. "I'm finna cum!" You rushed out.

Terry pulled you back toward his chest, your small frame engulfed in his as you sat promptly in his lap getting impaled in the most delicious way possible. You felt lightheaded, high, and perfect all at once. "Babyyyy, im cummin'!" You whined out.

"Keep tellin' me, do that shit. Lemme feel you cum on my dick," he grunted, the lewd works making you clench around him as they clearly sent you tumbling over the edge. Terry mocking your long, loud and drawn out moans with his own. His lips attacking wherever they could on your exposed neck. His impaling strokes never stopped, even when it was clear you'd completely rode it out. He kept fucking you, sending you into a deep place of overstimulation. When was he ever planning to cum?

"Look at you," he mumbled a smug smirk on his lips, hand firmly holding your slacked jaw in his hand, "dick got you dumb—breathe through that shit, baby." He tapped your jaw, repeatedly. The sight of you alone, plus the constant contracting of your walls around him had earned you a deliciously sounding groan. You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until he spoke up.

Everything was too much. It was too much to focus on. The pleasure, his voice, his kisses. Forgetting to breathe in the middle of your overstimulation was warranted.

Your breaths cane tumbling back to you fast, hard and quick you panted. Body trembling in Terrys grasp, as dared to lean forward feeling another orgasm approaching, but this one felt harder. Body-shattering. It hurt and felt so good at the same time.

"Fuck, ima nut baby," Terry grunted in your ear. "Pussy so good, why yo shit so good like this?" Finally.

"Cum in my pussy, please daddy," was the first and only thing you could get out, not even warning him about your oncoming orgasm. This one cramped everything, the tightness in your stomach didn't subside but seemed to get tighter. Your thighs were numb, but your legs ached. The squeal you let out left your throat raw, and that's why you didn't hear Terry when he finally announced that he was cumming, but you felt him for sure, right where you told him to.

You felt Terry's lips against your jaw, kissing you repeatedly. Telling you how well you did for him, how he couldn't believe he kept himself away from that for four months. How good it was. These were finally the words that lulled you off to a blissful sleep, you'd finally got what you wanted. There you were, fucked out In a tent, with cum leaking out of you. Such a whore. A happy whore.

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[luveline]

jade!! if your reqs are still open… would you write emily and mom!r? kind of like you’ve been doing with hotch or steve (with noah). i feel like she’d be one of those people who speaks to kids like they’re tiny adults

Emily presses the flat of her wooden spoon into a blueberry and watches the skin of it burst open. It sinks into the oatmeal beneath, a soft beige turning lilac. 

She flicks off the heat. She can’t cook like you can, but oatmeal makes itself. The mushy blueberries means the oats are soft enough for eating, usually. She dips a spoon in to check, adds a big pinch of salt, wonders if that’s stupid and eats another mouthful that burns her lips. 

“Ouch,” she mumbles. Slowly, she tips her head from one side to the other. “But yummy.” 

“Em-wy?” 

“What?” She turns on the spot. There in the doorway stands your little girl, an ever-present smile on her face as she lifts her hand for a wave. “Hello,” Emily says 

“Hi.” 

“What do you want?” 

“Water, please.”

Emily turns the handle of her pot before she bends down with her arms out, a gentle invitation. Sometimes Jane wants to be held, but usually she’s just hanging around. To Emily’s surprise, Jane skips and stumbles her way into Emily’s legs, where Emily takes her under the arms and pulls her up against her chest. 

She smiles at Jane’s little face. She looks so much like you, and she’s such a sweet girl. “Hi, baby,” she says, not quite slipping into baby talk, but softer than she’d spoken to her before. “Where’s your mommy?” 

Jane points down at the stove. “Breakfast?” 

“You bet. Is mommy still getting dressed?” 

“Maybe.” 

Emily shifts Jane on her hip and turns to the cabinet for a sippy cup. “Okie dokie. Let’s make you your water, ‘cos you asked me so nicely. You want some apple juice too?” 

Jane rubs her face against Emily’s shoulder with a yawn but doesn’t answer. 

“Babe?” Emily calls. “Can I give her some apple juice?” 

You swing around the corner. Emily’s apartment is big, sound carries, and yet she’d had no idea you were so close. You’ve changed your shirt but your pyjama bottoms remain, your hair out of your face —her heart gives a jump. To love someone and to know you’re lucky to have them simultaneously can often inspire tachycardia. 

“Sure,” you say. 

You’re wearing her socks, your pyjama pant legs pooled around your feet, and your shirt baggy but short at the arms. You have the most lovely arms. It’s stupid, but Emily knows it’s true. She could kiss every inch of each one without getting bored. Not that you need to know that about her. 

You slide across the kitchen tile to give Jane a light peck. Smiling, you turn Emily’s face with your pinky finger and give her an even softer one, careful of her makeup. “Good morning.” 

“Yeah, good morning,” Emily says, bouncing Jane higher up her side. “You look ready for another day in bed.” 

“Do you really have to go?” 

“You know I do, it’s Monday.” 

“We should petition for longer weekends. Don’t you think so, bubby? Shouldn’t Emily stay home and make us all our meals? Mommy’s still tired.” 

Jane hears your sweetened voice and holds her arms out to be held. You take her from Emily’s arms, and you lean against the counter as your smile fades. “I really wish you could stay,” you say more earnestly. “I miss you when you’re not here.” 

“I’ll be home tonight, I promise. They know you’re not feeling well, nobody expects me to leave you here with the baby all by yourself.” Not feeling well is an understatement that neither of you comment on. Emily just wants to rub the tension right out of your shoulders. She doesn’t have the time. 

“I used to be by myself before,” you point out. 

“I know. But now we’re together, and I love you, and I’ll be back tonight.” She hates the crestfallen set to your brow. “I’m sorry.” 

“No, I’m sorry. I’m being silly.” 

Emily thinks about it, her finger creeping up to rub Jane’s soft cheek. “Mommy’s not silly, is she?” she asks in a murmur. “She’s beautiful.” 

Jane nods her head clumsily. “Yes.” 

“See? If Janie thinks so, it must be true.” She smiles until you smile back. “I’ll be home by six. Cross my heart.” 

“Can I have another kiss before you go? Won’t mess up your lips, I promise.” 

Emily could never say no to you. She didn't want to, but she couldn’t. She leans in careful not to crush your little clinger and lets her eyes shutter closed, her breath held as you tip your chin down and your noses press together. You might be cautious of her makeup, but Emily isn’t. Her kiss is a promise that she’s gonna come home tonight. She can’t always keep them, but right now she’s determined. 

She pulls away. Your lips are red with transferred lipstick that moves with your smile. 

“Kiss me?” Jane asks. 

“Who, me?” Emily asks. 

Jane nod. Emily presses a chaste kiss to Jane’s chubby cheek, and rubs the lipstick away with similar tenderness. “Let me get you your juice, bub, and then I really gotta go.” 

[writememysticfalls]

Daddy | Damon Salvatore

Summary: Your husband Damon is the hottest DILF in town... It gets him into some sticky situations.

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive, daddy!Damon

Word Count: <1k

“OMG. Total DILF,” one girl whispered.

“I heard he sells cars. I could ride him into tomorrow.”

“I wish he was my daddy!”

Everyone in the class laughed.

You strode over to the window. What jerk-ass dad was distracting your students?

Oh no.

It was your husband, Damon.

He was pushing a pram - surrounded by gushing high school girls. With his wild black hair, and forearms straining out of his shirt, he was no regular dad. And you hated it. That’s why it was a total secret that he was your husband.

“See how tiny she is?” He cooed, lifting your baby girl, Sokhi. “She fits in my arm if I hold her like this.”

“You have great arms,” one girl said. Everyone sighed.

“Shh…” Damon said, his eyelids fluttering. “Quiet, or you'll wake her.”

One girl fainted. You rolled your eyes.

“Stop bothering the nice man!” you said, giving Damon a this isn’t funny look.

The class troublemakers, Raya and Lauren, grabbed Damon’s arms. “Stop getting in the way, Miss L/n!” they said.

“Yeah, Miss L/n,” Damon said, smirking. “Stop getting in the way.”

“Doesn’t Mr Salvatore have an appointment to get to?” you said.

Damon sighed, stretching his arms over the girls’ shoulders. “Nope… I got nothing but time.”

“You better get going,” you said through gritted teeth. “You might get in big trouble.”

“Hey, girls!” Damon called, hands on his knees. “Who wants to hear about the time I slept with the whole cheerleading squad?”

Everyone cheered. Your mouth fell open.

“Oh yeah,” Damon said, winking. “See, the cheerleaders loved us football players. The best part was, they were really flexible-”

“I'm flexible, Damon,” one girl said, stroking his bicep.

“Okay! Enough!” you said, clapping your hands. “Get back to lessons, or I’m putting you all in detention!”

You walked away, unable to even look at your husband.

At the end of the day, Damon walked into your classroom, holding Sokhi.

“Wanna hold her?” he whispered.

“No, Damon,” you said, stabbing a full stop on your paper. “I asked you to pick me up at the end of the day. Quietly.”

“I know,” Damon said, going cross-eyed at Sokhi. “I thought it would be fun if I came early.”

“Well, it wasn't fun,” you said, sitting on top of your table, arms crossed. “The girls were distracted all afternoon. They couldn’t get anything done.”

“Well, who can blame ‘em,” Damon said, smirking.

“You’re picking up teenage girls now? Classy,” you said.

Damon put the baby down and swaggered over to you. Embarrassingly, your heart picked up.

He twirled a loose strand of your hair. “Why? You jealous?”

“No, Damon,” you said. “I’m not jealous. I just hate playing bad cop all the time.”

Damon’s mouth turned down. “Look, Y/n. I’m not just Mr Sock Puppet. I’m not the Tickle Monster! I’m Damon frickin’ Salvatore.”

“I get it,” you said. “You’re a stud. Women love you.”

“It’s not that.” He sat on the desk, twisting his ring. “I love being married to you. I love our life. This old dad just… likes to imagine that he’s a bad boy again. That he’s sexy.”

You smiled, running your hands over his broad shoulders. “That's what this is about? Damon…” you whispered, “you're sexy. It's taking all my willpower not to rip off your clothes right here.”

“Do it,” Damon said, his eyes wide.

Your breaths were shaky. “Damon… that’s crazy.”

He quirked his eyebrow, his large hands running up your back. “I don’t care. You see, I like being a little naughty.”

“Oh really?” you said, looking at his lips. “Then, you’re in for a big punishment.”

“Oh Miss L/n,” he murmured, against your neck. “Please don’t be too harsh.”

You grabbed Damon’s collar, about to say something extremely inappropriate. Then, you remembered where you were.

You jumped away from Damon, smoothing down your shirt.

You shook your head. “See how hot you are, Damon? We’re at school, in broad daylight - and I still can’t keep my hands off you.”

Damon gave you an evil grin.

Later, you were walking back to the car park, pushing Sokhi in her pram. Damon’s arm possessively squeezed your waist.

“I lied. I was jealous earlier,” you said. “Have you seen teenage girls nowadays? They have clean-girl makeup! And push-up bras!”

“Really?” Damon said. “With that bod’? You have nothing to be jealous of.” He turned around and started yelling. “MY WIFE HAS THE TIGHTEST ASS IN THIS DAMN-”

You clapped a hand to his mouth, laughing. “This is a school!”

“So what?” Damon said, his eyes flashing. “Let’s teach these kids something useful for once.”

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[sanjisblackasswife]

law with a s/o who has sensitive thighs???

Im in a Law mood so you asked this at the right time.💓

Law Finds Out You Have Sensitive Thighs (NSFW-ISH)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: A bit suggestive with kissing and touching, Law is a little tease, Oral sex implied, Established relationship

Law is 110% a thigh man. Absolutely canon, he told me after seeing my thighs.

He loves em, he just don’t know WHY he does.

Maybe it’s the way they jiggle, maybe because it’s not a very “sexual” area of the body, maybe it’s how they hug when they are constrains by socks, but regardless of the reason he loves thighs

You did however find out not too long after dating him he enjoys playing with your plushy legs.

They are his new pillows and stress relief balls whenever you are near

Unfortunately for you, that’s your weak spot.

Law isn’t a very sexual guy, he has sex most of the time only if you’re in the mood so you know when he plays with your skin he means so sexual intent behind it….most of the time

So it’s so awkward to contain your moans when you feel his soft cold hands rub against you.

“Law..” You say, but quickly clear your throat to stop yourself from slipping a moan out, you were sitting on his desk reading as your studious boyfriend was researching and he mindlessly did what he always does; grip and squeeze your inner thigh as you wear nothing, but one of his big white shirts. “You okay?”

“Hm?” He looks up at you, glasses tilted on the tip of his nose and his face being supported by his hand he looks at you and your leg, “Yeah..you hungry?”

“No…I um…forget it…”

Law hated when you did that, sighing harshly he puts his glasses down and turns to your side, “What? Tell me.”

“Just…”You hum, seeing his thumb move on you, you had to take a breather from his touch it was getting so bad, and it didn’t help that his hand was so close to your lady parts. “Don’t take it the wrong way, but…when you touch my thighs I um…it …feels…overwhelming.”

He furrowed his brows, really? He’s been doing this for how ling and you tell him this now?

Law then insisted he should stop, but you protest that he shouldn’t, you just needed him to know about your

“dilemma”

“Well what do you want me to do? Stop touching you?”

“No! No! I want you to touch me just…I—oh.”

It was sudden, but Law would be lying to see the shyness of your face to not look a little attractive to him. He gets up from his chair to squat in front of you and pries your legs apart, your back straightens up feeling the cold wind hit your panties, embarrassed to find out you’ve gotten so turned on from just his touch.

“Seems like you like my hands a lot…” Law’s face slightly impressed and surprised to see the small wet spot on your crotch. “Dammit..you’re too cute for that.”

He looks at you, face partially covered from your hands, but eyes still peaking through your fingers to watch him, such a pervert.

He huffs through his nose both hands now on the fattiest parts of your thighs and that’s when he notices your shriek, “If you want to moan. Moan…I don’t care, you’ll do it soon enough.”

Law starts with kissing each knee, his lips feather over your skin leaving you goosebumps already, he gives each leg his attention with soft kisses. and the closer he got towards your panties the further your legs spread.

“You should..just…go back to studying, Law I didn’t—“

“No it’s fine..I need a break.” The sounds of his lips smooching your hot inner thighs immediately made you softly mewl and bite your lip in anticipation, he couldn’t help but whisper “damn” to how hot you looked from above. It’s a shame how quickly Law grabs one of your hands to place on his hair to grip, “I do like your thighs a lot…just…don’t use that fact against me alright?”

“Hah..you better not use my sensitive thighs against me then.”

He winks at you, giving your thighs once last ounce of attention before he gets to where he is needed most.

“Law…”You moan as he pecks your clothed clit before he slides them to the side with one finger.

[shyvien]

Here are 100 random quotes from Mammon!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they're minor spoilers)

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“I want to [CENSORED], [CENSORED], and [CENSORED] like there's no tomorrow!”

“Hey! No touchin'! Grrr..!”

“Hey! So you're just gonna ignore me, are ya?! ...Also, I SAID you're too close! Don't get near MC! And NO touchin'! I won't allow it!”

“I don't want to have anything to do with someone like you! That's it. we're done! It's over! ...gr ...! ...! Dammit! Like I could ever really say that to you! I love you, MC! And I'II NEVER break up with you, okay?! NEVER!

“Hey, whoa! Whaddya think you're doin', huh?! You want a piece of me?! IS THAT IT?!”

“Come on, I was just kiddin' around! Now go on and unblock me. ...I'll tell ya a funny joke if you do. "Who's got two thumbs and needs some company?" 👍 "THIS GUY!" 👍 At least gimme a pity laugh, will ya?!”

“Right now it's just you, me, a bed, and no one to bother us.”

“Oh yeah? Well do me a favor and look into your crystal ball and tell me how many times I'm gonna sock you for that smartass comment.”

“I don't THINK so! Like, don't go marryin' Asmo, MC! If you're gonna marry someone, marry m...m-m-m…..m-m-ME! MARRY THE GREAT MAMMON!”

“Y'know..I wouldn't have pegged you as someone who likes to stir up trouble. But you have some pretty interestin' ideas up there in that head of yours, don't ya?”

“Whoa, hey there. Those are some pretty harsh words. Is there some sorta bad blood between you?”

“Look at those cheeks of yours. What's up with those, huh? How'd ya like me to give 'em a little poke? ...Like that! ...And that!”

“Would ya look at that? The Great Mammon really has an eye for spottin' shiny and expensive things! Who knew such a little shop would have uncut gems like these? Hehehe, come to daddy...”

“What's this here...an emerald? You're a looker, aren't ya? Wanna come home with daddy?”

“Lemme go! I'm not gonna rest until l've landed one really good hit on Levi!… Beel! Lemme go, ya muscle-bound son of a...! …All right, bring it on! Do it...see what happens!”

“Man, what's got your panties in a wad all of a sudden?”

“Yeah-heah-HEAAAH! Sweet, sweet treasure! COME TO PAPA!”

“No frickin' way!”

“Geez, I oughta wrap you up for pullin' a stunt like that!”

“Y'see, I was plannin' on hanging out with MC in my room today. And I wanted to create a romantic atmosphere, y'know? So I lit about 500 candles, and the room caught on fire. Scared the bejeebers outta me!”

“You think a little w-warnin' like that would be enough to s-s-scare me off? He thinks I'm gonna stop s-s-spyin' on him because of that? As if!”

“Folks around here won't let us forget it. But they're just labels. By now, no one knows better than us that labels don't mean anything.”

“Th-That's so coooohohohohold! Ahahaha! Why you guys gotta be so meeeeean?”

“C'mon, man. Make with the mouth openin'. The rest of us are waitin' for our turn.”

“Yeah, I know what you're thinkin'. How'd I turn out to be so awesome? You can tell I've been through both highs and lows, and that I'm self-assured and totally sexy.”

“If I can land a nice, clean blow on Lucifer just once, then whatever happens, happens.”

“And I hate the way you lock eyes with Lucifer...and then like smile and stuff... Don't do that, okay? Don't even breath in front of him, okay?!”

“Exactly. Nothin' of value is missin', except for the stuff I sold.”

“That's rough, buddy.”

“You might not know what I'm talkin' about, but I know what l'm talkin' about! Quit showin' up in my dreams uninvited! Ya gotta give me time to prepare before you go bustin' in like that!”

“D-Dummy! Don't go makin' me say it!”

“Have you forgotten? I AM evil! Demon, remember?”

“What? No, you must be mistaken, Your Wonderfulness. I said absolutely nothing of the sort.”

“Whoever's disturbed my...*yawn* my sleep... I got a pile driver with your name on it”

“Hey, you sure you'll be satisfied with just leaving things at my head?”

“If you're wondrin' where I'm at, that means ya got it bad for me, don't ya? ...Please don't pull that "stay" thing on me.”

“Levi, you son of a-- You just full-on PUNCHED me!”

“Eh, still... It feels nice when you run your hand through my hair like that. So l'll go ahead and let it slide.”

“Wha? No, I wasn't tryin' to make fun of ya... Little guy.”

“Damn straight.”

“Anyway, he said he'd be willin' to lend me money again if I managed to pay back everythin' I owed. Obviously, there's no way I can, so I pretended not to have seen anythin' and ran like hell.”

“Nighttime's when I kick into gear! Let's go out on the town! Your treat!”

“I'm still laughin' my ass off over here!”

“You're the only thing more dazzlin' than a gold credit card! Almost blinding, I'd say!”

“Final boss, my ass! Listen up, 'cause the Great Mammon's got some truths for you haters!”

“Just this once, l'II let ya film me in a bathtub full of money! How's THAT for fan service?!”

“So? Waitin' like a good boy's gone and earned me some kinda reward, right?”

“I'll raise my favorability score with MC lickety-split, profess my love, and win this game before you even know what hit you!”

“...Aww. ...I mean, now listen, you! Dammit. You really play dirty, you know that...?”

“Ah, there ya are! How'd you like to hit the casino with me, huh?! Right now! I'm feelin' lucky today. REAL lucky!”

“Just so we're clear, I ain't afraid of no horror movies. Not even a little! Not even a teensy-tiny bit, all right? Like, seriously.”

“Just to be clear, it's not like l'm afraid Lucifer might catch me if I go alone. That's not what this is about. Seriously, that's not what this is about! For real, it isn't!”

“I've got some serious business opportunities lined up for after classes tomorrow. I'm talkin' makin' some mad cheddar, yo! If Lucifer asks about me, tell him I was called to the human world by the witches, would ya?”

“You don't sleep until I do, you got that? And would ya look at that?! The ol' Sandman forgot to sprinkle his magical sand in my eyes! So strap in, buddy! We got a looooong night ahead of us!”

“Listen, Lucifer is gonna be all over my ass once he finds out…”

“No need to worry your pretty little head. I'll be around for meals and sleep. The bed's pretty big, after all”

“Yeah, a real gold digger, that one.”

“I wasn't about to give in to that jerk's demands. I've got more self-respect than that. So, I told him what the deal was: I get the room rent-free and he can shove his two-year contract where the sun don't shine. But then that snake threatened to snitch to Lord Diavolo and Lucifer if I didn't pay up.”

“Cheap shot callin' a guy stingy cause he's lookin' out for his pal.”

“Bet your wonderin' how a guy like me-drownin' in debt, frozen credit card, more lint in his pockets than Grimm-“

“Using my power and influence, I'll push you through the auditions and get you the chance to model, no strings attached! Well, maybe one string: front and center's all mine. Hope the edge is good enough for ya!”

“I swear, I'm not tryin' to pull a fast one on ya, MC, ol' buddy ol' pal!”

“We're pals, right? If ya really wanna know the details, I'll tell ya for 500 Grimm. If you've got the cash on-hand now, I'll tell ya for half the price. So, what'll it be?”

“Hey! MC! Why ya runnin' BUDDY?”

“Ya know, just a peek! So, help me out by opening the door, just a little?… But I caaaaaaaaan't! Open the door and let me see already!”

“My dear sunglasses just took their last breath... I kinda accidentally killed them. I crushed them...with my rear end. That's right, my poor sunglasses...and bum.”

“I'll whip up my special cup ramen! I'll bring it up in a bit, so just sit tight.”

“Look, l'm sendin' ya a ping! So get your butt over here, pronto!”

“Seriously, I'll bust my ass and get there at Mach speed!”

“Crap, that really does make me feel all warm and fuzzy. Thanks, MC. I love ya a whole bunch, too!”

“I got a raffle ticket when I went shoppin' today, so I tried my luck, and booyah. Jackpot, baby!”

“I've got jack all to do! JACK ALL!”

“Listen to what I'm saying, dammit! Can't someone shut this guy up?!”

“Huh, ya don't say. Whoopsie.”

“If you're thinkin' of saving that picture of me on your D.D.D., I swear I'll put a curse on ya! I'll make it so that you never find money layin' on the street again! And don't you forget it...”

“Jealous? Wanna join me, right? Well, this isn't the sorta place that humans can just go lollygaggin' about in, so keep your pants on.”

“Haha! That's all ya got?!”

“It's an honor to be fightin' ME!”

“Muahahaha. ALL points for MAMMON! Bow down to me!”

“Hehehe, I'm feelin' GOOD today. I got ya somethin'!”

“Oh...? Yeah, that's the spot! Right there!”

“That's a good human. You're gettin' the hang of it, aren't ya?”

“Yo. So ya dropped in to pay Mammon a visit, eh? Good on ya!”

“Missin' the Great Mammon, were ya? Heh, welcome home.”

“Hey, not there! That tickles!”

“What are ya, a spoiled brat?”

“I guess everyone's like that with their first. Who knew ya could be so cute. Hey, why dontcha be more greedy? That way you'd really win my heart.”

“Hey... Oi... All right, already! Pay attention to me!”

“Hey, can't ya be gentle?!”

“Ya know what do to, doncha? Thanks!”

“Eeeew, take that back. Give it to someone else.”

“Hahaha! Is that all ya got? It's nothing compared to Lucifer's swing!”

“Don't think you can get away with this!”

“Here, I got a present for ya! Beach time, you and me! Let me show you how well I can swim!”

“Also, I'm goin' wakeboarding but... I'm gonna bring you along too, 'cause ya know, I like hangin' out with ya and stuff.”

“A Red Demonus after a long day's work is the best! Why doncha grab one too?”

“It's cool if we chill here and drink together, yeah?”

“This looks so flippin' good!”

“Hey, why don't we go this year? Keep the date open, all right?”

“They're very nice, so I thought it woulda cost ya a pretty penny!”

Couple extra for my boy

“You wanted to match with me, ya say?! Cute!”

“Someone put a photo frame in your room, right? That was me. You were eyein' it up in the shop so I bought it. You put a picture of everyone in it, but I really wanted you to put one of just us t... Never mind.”

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I love this goofy fucker

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

[fountainpenguin]

"It was a cup of good intentions... a tablespoon of one big mess! A dash of overreaction, and I assume you know the rest..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 28 - “Slow Burn (Bdubs, Scar, Charlotte)”

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💛 Start from Chapter 1

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Scott needs medical attention. Scar and SnifferMyFeet do their best to offer it... even if it means putting one of them on the line. Meanwhile, Bdubs and Grian discuss carrots and vacation plans.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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BdoubleO100 - Phantom

Status: Riled up

Captain of New Star Station's phantom hybrid flock

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"Aha!" Bdubs grabs Grian by the wrists, yanking him forward. He pulls him, twisting him through a dopey dance in the kitchen. Grian yelps, socked feet twisting and gripless, and that just makes it better. "You want to be cringe and free!"

"I could do without the cringe," he protests, flapping his wings as Bdubs spins and prances with him, "but I do wish for love."

"Well, being truly known's the same thing, isn't it?" He swings Grian around to the other side. Grian squawks, pixels thickening and flipping over in his face. Purple flecks glitter underneath. He may as well've been run through a storm drain and flushed out the other side. "Tell you what! I'll love Etho if you love Mumbo, deal? Junglemate's honor!"

"Bdubs, that's not a deal."

"'Course it's a deal! It goes both ways; that defines it. Whadaya think? You wanna seal it?"

"… Yes."

"Let's do it, then." And he laughs, 'cuz it feels so good to love. It's what captains do, you know. When all hope is lost, look to the captain. Put all your faith in 'em, even when it looks like they're steering the wrong way. Captains always guide you back towards the light. Didn't you know Minecrafters like to move in circles? It's a way of stalking prey. "Always, and 'til the end!"

Grian catches a grip on the floor. "Bdubs? Bdubs, I hate to ask, but… What was the reason? Why didn't being romantic work with Etho? I mean, what made you feel like being queerplatonic partners made sense? How did you know?"

Bdubs' tail twitches at the end. Mossy shawl is crooked now, plushy bits tucked too tight against his neck. He pulls it around again. "I think being romantic would've worked a while, but this is what felt right. Just better this way long-term. Now, enough about Etho-"

"Do you ever regret it?"

Wow. Parrot stereotypes are true, then. Once they get their talons in something, they latch on tight and don't like letting go. Of course, that's mostly when they're dead. It's not his business, but Grian's watching, and Grian's a less experienced player, and he came from another world. Bringing him into the rest of the flock and teaching him things is what a captain does. "No? I don't regret choosing Etho."

"I meant the QPR," Grian says impatiently, taking his bar stool again. "I mean, that's a big conversation to have, right? And once you say it, it's hard to walk back and change your mind. I mean, what happens if you feel ready to be romantic?"

'Ready,' huh? Geez. Tell me you really don't know what's up with me and Etho without telling me you don't know anything about us.

Mm, scattered possibilities on how to answer that one. It's like a deck of cards strewn across the table- stat poker at its worst. Bdubs gazes back with his tail gently waving.

"Is this about you?" he asks in easy deflection. Grian's wings jump. "Communication's always gonna be your best bet. I think if you wanna change up your lifestyle, you can tell your partner straight, so long as you realize they might end things with you there- You get me?" He gestures to his wrist-comm then. "I mean, Brittney and I swing different ways all the time. We just let each other know when something comes up or we wanna see someone else."

Brittney's good. Doesn't expect him home too much; she knew what she was marrying into. He was already captain of New Star by the time they woke up with shared rings.

… It's nice though, huh? For the first time, he really eases his shoulders back, no longer compensating for heavy wings. Martyn's acting captain tonight. It's not his first time, though it usually doesn't last for long.

He may have burned his wing pixels off, but other than fly, Bdubs can do whatever he wants. As far as Martyn knows, he finished the delivery route. And the fact that he didn't isn't his problem tonight. If Martyn's too busy flirting with Cleo to catch an insubordinate flockmate in the act, well, consider this a lesson learned. He still glitters with white sparks wherever his bare skin faces upwards, like on the backs of his hands.

I can do… whatever I want. Isn't that something? Under the full moon, even! Usually he'd be bare-chested by now, wrestling Martyn while a crowd looks on. If Martyn enacts a challenge, anyway. He sometimes likes to. Bdubs' fingers brush the red feather hanging at his chest. He didn't give much consideration to wearing it. He just played along. This is Yes, And? This is fun. And he's out here doing whatever he wants.

Grian looks on, curious as ever. "I mean, you want him, don't you?"

"Do I ever! And got 'im right here!" (Not here here, but you know how it is under the wing).

"Aren't you disappointed?" Grian asks, foot twisting against the bar stool's little foot rest. He slouches against the counter. Maybe birds just like to perch on things. "I mean, you can't carrot with Etho now, if you're queerplatonic."

What? "Yeah I can." And this time he's more firm about it: "Etho and I can do whatever we want. Don't look at me! It's like you and Mumbo spawning a spark together when you're not dating. Raising kids together is fine." His eye twitches even as he says it. See, that's where the problem started.

Bdubs isn't really looking to be a dad right now. Right now, the flock comes first. He's saving his energy for when he, like Impulse and Jewel, takes his beloved's kids under his wing. Well, the players and cameras synced up to those kids, anyway. Four's a lot. Two's a lot, and it prob'ly won't be much longer before they're here- They're getting big. He gets emotion bleed of 'em on the regular, when they sit themselves in Daddy's lap or hang on his shoulders to watch him play.

Raising four kids someday ('cuz who doesn't take the cameras under their wing too?) is gonna burn him out. That's when he's gonna be so weak, Martyn takes his place as flock captain. Heck, Bdubs will throw the fight if he has to. The flock comes first, and once he's got his own, his time as captain's gonna run dry. Brittney and the kids are gonna be his flock then.

That's the schism between him and Etho, see, which is none of Grian's freakin' business. But Bdubs can't see himself raising server-restricted sparks this late in life when his real, Between dimension family is gonna get a whole lot bigger in a couple hundred years. He doesn't need babies. And Etho, who huddles up alone more often than he should, wants a litter he can lick and snuggle and hold.

It didn't end their friendship. It's just dangerous to dance around. They agreed a long time ago carrots were off the table. Bdubs is pretty sure Etho's never gotten his love hearts up before, and that makes him all the more unpredictable. Too wild. Unrestrained. It's just not worth the risk, 'cuz if an accident happened, Etho would whine and plead for him to stay. Void, he loves Etho. But accidents come easy, and Joel's living proof of it- Hermes is just one example…

Bdubs does not talk to Etho about Joel. Or Cleo, for that matter. Yeah, he'll play up his role as kid in the Clocker family, but he sheds it like a snakeskin when he's not in the mood. Except for "family dinner nights," where he's expected (and MCC watch parties by extension), he doesn't roleplay Clocker stuff in Between. Not in the teasing, flowery way that Etho, Scar, and Cleo do. On-server is full of emotion bleed- Scar got it right when he picked a puppet skin this season.

But Between is where he's real, and he's not gonna waste it roleplaying as the lowest member in the pecking order. Except for when it's fun.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Links at top]

[this-aint-massachusetts]

A whole fucking thing idk just pretend this is a good and funny title ffs

Billie: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.

Darlene: What- how?

Billie: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

Darlene, trying to flirt with Billie: I think both of our families suck.

Darlene: Wow, they really hate us.

Billie: Yeah, they’re probably homophobic.

Darlene: But we’re not gay, Billie.

Billie:

Darlene:

Billie: We’re not?

Billie: We’re getting married, bitches!

Darlene: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

Billie: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Darlene: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Clapton: I told Marla that their ears turn red when they lie.

Cherry: Do they?

Clapton: No.

Cherry: Then why did you tell them that?

Clapton: Because I can do this.

Clapton: Hey Marla! Do you love us?

Marla, with their hands over their ears: No.

Marla: I was voted “friendliest classmate” in high school.

Cherry: I was voted “most likely to become a clown”…

Clapton: You think that’s bad? HA! I was voted “most likely to get rabies”!

Darlene: There. How do I look?

Billy: Like a cheap French harlot.

Darlene: French?!

Darlene: I am convinced Billy and Billie share a brain cell.

Mike: And it's not in use very often, it seems.

Billie: What does “mood af” mean?

Billy: Mood as fuck, like my current mood or whatever

Billie: Ohh…

Billie: Why did you comment that under a video of a gorilla throwing its own shit

Billy: I am going to become a monk

Derek: But then we can’t fuck

Billy: I am not going to become a monk

Derek: That’s your denim jackets over there?

Billy: Yes

Derek: In a tiny bed beside your bed

Billy: Yes

Derek: That’s pretty embarrassing

Billy: I know, I gotta get em a better bed

Mike: people who sleep without socks on make me worry

Derek: People who sleep WITH socks are to not be trusted

Billy: People who sleep are weird

Clapton: I was a sock once

Marla: I’ve heard my name be called twice now, it’s either hallucinations or ghosts

Cherry: It’s me outside you want some muffins

Marla: What kind?

Cherry: Zucchini but it tastes like banana nut

Marla: bananas can nut?

Cherry: I think I’ll keep my muffins

[sugar-omi]

UNCLE BAXTER OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU WANT ME DEAD. YO WANYME BURIED. I COME BACK FROM MY DATE WITH MY SWEETHEARTS AND THIS IS WHAT I GET SMACKED ACROSS THE JAW WITH????? OKAY BUDDY. OKAY.

i'm half tempted to hit you with another boatload of angst, but a particular encounter at the restaurant i was at (a family member who i'm intentionally no-contact with tried to ring me up and left a rather scathing voicemail) leaves me in dire need of some softness. and you know who the best character to turn to for that is?

that's right. the man, the mousy little myth, the legend; COVE HOLDEN.

a think i had a little while back; he most definitely stocks up on your favorite candy in every store he's in. two packs, to be precise, and he makes sure he has the money for it too; one for you as a little gift and the other for himself, so when you kiss him it'll taste like your favorite candy.

and even if he hates the taste of it or if he doesn't understand why you like this flavor so much, feeling you smile against his lips when you kiss him is well worth every bite.

he's so sweet, both literally and figuratively, that his kisses might give you cavities for weeks to come if he keeps being so wonderful and deliberately kind. the ache is well worth the effort he makes to share his time with you; and even if that ache comes from other places than just your gums, even if that soft sweet lightness comes with a weight around your ankles -

he's afraid of a lot of things. but he's not afraid of his feelings, and he's not afraid of yours.

and now, after years of knowing him- oh, you just can't help but be helplessly sugar-high on him.

this was for the both of us btw i needed this BAD

LMAOO IM SORRY !!!! i hope you enjoyed your date and i hope the family member stubs their toe and their chargers only work in a veryyyy specific position. (pls let me know if i have to do a genuine curse. or if u need me to solve it myself. i'll get em for you bestie <33)

THAT'S SO CUTE THOUGH!!! cove knows all your favorite things. your favorite color, snack, animal, he even knows your favorite mismatch sock pair...

ah... imagine cove waking you up with kisses. he's an early bird, and as much as he loves seeing you sleep peacefully, it's time to get up (be it for work/school, or it's simple cove o'clock and he needs your attention now)

peppering light, gentle kisses all over your face, all over your pillow-creased cheeks and relaxed forehead. kisses over your eyelids and he gets a small sound from you and some squirming, but continues kissing all over your face, everywhere from your smile lines to the tip of your nose until you wake up softly.. sleep blurring your eyes but you can't help but smile waking up in such sweet way.

softness w cove is so good. please. i will drone on forever

[thislovintime]

On the set of Head, 1968.

“‘What stood out for me with Davy as an artist was his spontaneous stagecraft,’ Tork recalls. ‘He enjoyed himself on stage, for sure, gloried in his part. He was so alert as an entertainer and so relaxed that things would come to him out of the blue and he would just go with them. He could be incredibly funny. Micky and I were always breaking up on stage. [...] I’m so sorry he’s gone. I’m going to miss that wit and heart.’” - Billboard, March 1, 2012

“Genuine, reliable and huggable, Peter is a natural person — really gets off on talent — loves other musicians and can jam along with the best of ‘em. I saw him holding his own with Hendrix, Stills, Young. He encouraged me no end. Bought me my first guitar and my first drum kit. […] Never really got into fashions — he had his own. The first guy I ever met who wore different-colored socks. Wore his belt buckle on the side. Hated boots. Always had on sandals or moccasins. He used to walk with a swagger, swinging his arms with a confident air. He calmed hysteria, and lifted depression. ‘Dried banana, anybody? Piece of orange?’ — smiling, waving, running his hand through his hair. He knew all the crew by their first names. Kids crying at his feet he lifted and hugged like a father calming a child. Health food was just starting to catch on in the sixties and Peter was kind of a forerunner of that whole scene. I’m afraid that sort of image was a little thin for two other guys I could mention, but I understood — I really did. And I think he knew it. […] He’s the most musically talented of us all by a mile. His songs are real. ‘For Pete’s Sake’ — which replaced the Monkees Theme at the end of the some of the shows of the second season — is one of my all-time favorite songs by anybody. I’ve joked a lot about Peter giving everything away. But it was true. He was always giving his spare room to someone who needed it for the night — anyone. And he always seemed far away somewhere — in a different space. But I’m glad I know him. Of all the things he gave, he gave me lots of laughs — and food for thought.” - Davy Jones

“[Micky] and Mike and I have a very cordial relationship and share a lot of common topics. We go to lunch together when we’re all in town and have a good time. I love and respect each of these guys in their own way, although the real joys that I shared with Davy were special. At one point we had some good hard connections but as the years rolled on, those things faded away. But I am sorry to see Davy go. He was the one member in the group that I had the strongest human connection with. I still have two guys that I love and respect left from the band, but we share a different dynamic.” - Peter Tork, Review Mag, May 27, 2016

"I only now have, in the last couple of years, come to understand how smart and good-hearted Davy Jones could be. I did not have the skills to notice that, even though I was drawn to it without knowing exactly why. But I certainly did not have the first clue of how to encourage all of the good stuff from Davy that I loved. I wish I could have known how to do it - and he might still be with us, even.” - Las Vegas Weekly, September 14, 2016 (x)

“Well, I’ve never been really close with Michael [Nesmith] for some reason. You know, I have a lot of respect for him and admiration. But somehow we’ve never integrated. We’ve never been warm with each other. We worked together and did pretty well at it really.” - Peter Tork, Clevescene, March 13, 2017

Q: “I’m curious about the various reunions that happened over the years. Is it safe to say that you guys were never really friends?” Peter Tork: “Oh, I don’t know. I would say I was pretty good friends with Micky, and there was a lot of love between me and Davy. I have a lot of respect for Mike Nesmith and we’ve structured ways to work together. Things rotate. It’s like having a basketball team. You know, gosh, it’s like having a championship basketball team. They go on the road every so often and do tours, you know, just exhibition tours but fortunately your music skills don’t deteriorate as fast as your basketball skills do, but I wouldn’t know what else to compare it to. We had a chance to go out together and we took it, and we had a great time, and if we were not friends at all we would not have been able to do it. We played tours months and months long: ‘86, ‘87, ‘89, ‘91, ‘92, ‘96, ‘97, 2001, 2002 and 2011, so we couldn’t have been such enemies.” - Phawker, circa 2012; re-published 2019

And a throwback to Michael's 1972 Hit Parader comments about Peter in an older post.

[urfavslav]

repost from my old account lawl, gn reader mention. stoner reader mention. I luv toasty <33 kis kis

toast is slavic. half croatian, ¼ russian, ¼ polish

late breakfast consists of coffee & eggs + toast

can't cook :( he can make toast and a basic soup. has always wanted to cook, but never learned. once you moved in w him, he really wanted to learn and eventually did ! cooks a lotta foreign meals.

although he learns to cook he's frankly really good at baking

always wakes up past noon

coffee. he can have up to 3+ a day and loves using a moka pot

late night laundromat + diner date <3

was raised catholic, now he's an athiest

stoner, prefers edibles but will take a few hits if you roll a joint.while he's easy to get flustered, while high he has no defense. it's so easy

(stoner!reader) he will get u a pipe or bong for ur b-day if u like em

nightowl dared him to dye his hair. started liking it and it stuck. has regular appointments for touch ups + sensitive skin, he only uses nivea

made a funky rave sound effect for a random moment in his adventure game

loves nutella on toast. (traveled back home 2 europe once and got it on crepes) also thinks italian nutella tastes different then the other nutellas of the world

makes comments abt how pretty u r

kisses ur eyelids before you sleep and mumbles something aboutt 'thankful for bein able to see u another day + always asks for kisses (has never forgotten)

loves ur kisses . relishes in ur lips gracing his skin whether it's his cheek, forehead, lips, shoulder, wrist, etc.

sleeps w background noise when he sleeps. (cars, recorded eurovision or yt video essay) loves sleeping with the window open for fresh air ! also gets sleepy when u play with his hair n scratch his scalp

loves when you try to recreate his accents, he teaches u a few words <3 likes listening to you read and will read to u in his mother tongue

terms of endearment in his mother tongue <33333

drapes himself over you when his social battery is drained

if he had a dog, he'd have a poodle or golden doodle

back pain, from horrible posture and other experiences buut lemme explain: if he went in to the office and lets say someone has to show him papers. he definitely has to bend down a bit and I can say with my while heart he can forget he's standing while he's doing something and will 'adjust' his posture and its horrible. sleeps with a heating pad and keeps ibuprofen on him

the type to follow through w something, even if he has to stay a tad longer at work to finish a few papers so be it.

likes taking the train or metro, or bus. he enjoys seeing the scenery while traveling

also love visiting France and eu countries that border the mediterranean

only anime/cartoom he's watched is cowboy bebop

sends xyx toys n catnip for cat <3 also a cat person !! and tends to look over strays near his apartment complex

loves when you take care of his hair; whether it's simply undoing his braid and combing it out or washing it and following up with a deep conditioner

hates slippers but likes wearing socks inside the house

★ all works belong to @urfavslav , do not repost on anywhere else with or without credit, do not plagiarise. thank you !

[seeminglydark]

i can't remember if you've answered this before (i feel like you probably have but i don't really know how to check): how does Johnny break in his boots? or does he just wear the shit out of them until they're broken in on their own?

I have not! so as a kid i think he would have worn the shit out of them until they broke in on their own or used the hammer towel method (hope you got a lot of heel bandaids available johnny boy!) though to be honest, i have these art pieces where hes a teen wearing docs, and im really not sure how he'd canonically even get a pair of docs, you know chief o'sullivan would never have bought him 100+ dollar boots so thats either a gift from Caro, friends, or not canon. truthfully he'd probably have worn general issue black combat boots he got at the local thrift store in his teens.

older john would be aware there are easier ways to break in a pair of leather boots without killing your feet completely, he'd resort to the tried and true way condition your leather and wear double thick socks, and occasionally apply gentle heat (hair dryer method) or toss em in the freezer.

i guess heres another Punk Rock Fact for you-

its best to wear 2 layers of thick socks, your docs /boots should be a bit snug when you buy them, cuz leather stretches and they will end up too loose if you size up (this is also why its not always great to buy leather shoes or boots from the thrift, theyve already molded to other peoples feet and can hurt and fit you very wrong!)! two socks helps protect your feets and push against the boots.

wear them around the house for a few days with your double socks to loosen up the leather, take em off when it starts hurting and extend the time every day. stuff newspaper in em when youre not wearing them if you want to help them maintain stretch. keep those bandaids and heel blister plasters close by.

so the two ways to make it happen a little bit fast is heat or cold. so for heat what you wanna do is get some leather balm (hate to shill a product but doc martens wonderbalm is actually super nice. mink oil works too.) set that aside and put on your biggest fattest socks or double layer, throw your boots on and lace em up real tight. yeah its not gonna feel good. thats ok, youll live probably. now take a hair dryer on its lowest setting and VERY GENTLY and not too close to your boot, heat all the surfaces with it for about 30 seconds per spot (but continuously move the hair dryer). dont do this for to long and only do it once or twice, you dont wanna damage the glue but the heat will help the leather become more supple and stretch faster. leave the boots and and walk around your house again, stretching them out, bending your feet, stand on your tiptoes etc. after they cool, apply the wonderbalm as per instruction to protect the leather.

and finally the freezer method, i use this mostly if my leather shoes or boots are a bit too snug still. fill a heavy duty ziplock bag about halfway with water and make sure its sealed really tight with no air inside. stick the bag in your boots, trust me on this, and throw em in the freezer over night. SCIENCE IS FUN ice expands, take em out the next day and let em defrost and voila. the leather has stretched and softened because of the expanding ice.

basically, take care of your leather! lots of conditioner and wear them gently. if you've got your own tried or true methods, let me know, im old and this is what ive always done, so id love to learn new ways!

[scullysstrapblog]

Warning, talks of blood, hallucinations, medical treatments, vomit, needles, and hospitals!

Read at your own risk!

Well friends, today was an awful day. I woke up at about 2 am, unable to breathe. I managed to last until 7 am before begging my dad to call 911.

So turns out, I have a chest cold, which caused my asthma to flare up. And because I already couldn't breathe, my asthma just made it nearly impossible to do anything but get short sputtering breaths. Add my anxiety on top of that, and I get visual and auditory hallucinations.

So we're in the ambulance and what happens? My heart rate spikes, My oxygen level tanks, and I essentially end up with a very kind emt breathing for me, yay! According to him, that's the weirdest way of dying he's ever seen.

We get to the hospital, (and important note, I live in a semi rural area, so it took us a bit to get to the hospital.) and I get signed in by my dad, they take me in to ask the triage questions, and for some reason, I felt like if I kept talking about things that didn't pertain to my situation, the creepy witch doctors, that were telling me that I was gonna die, would stay away. (Hallucinations, gotta love 'em.)

So then we get to the portion where they take my blood, (another important note, I was puking blood and mucus.) so the take as much blood as they can without killing me, I think they ran 20 different tests, and did blood cultures. I even got a covid test. (negative, woo hoo!) Because of the hallucinations and my anxiety, I was 90% sure hospitals employ vampires to taste your blood and tell the doctor what's wrong with you. The young person taking my blood thought that was hilarious and spent ten minutes assuring me that they didn't.

Finally they take me to my room, now my right elbow and hand have been poked and prodded, but they start an IV and I get my left elbow poked, from the marks I can see, three times. I HATE seeing my own blood so the feeling of the needle was not great.

So I end up getting meds to chill out, since at some point the witch doctors came back, along with, oxygen, prednisone, and three albuterol treatments. At some point, I passed tf out, I had not gotten restful sleep in 48 hours, I just zonked the second I could breathe.

They did a chest x-ray and made me swallow a camera, and they found that I have pus in my lungs. (woooooo, so great.) So I got a nice dose of meds to wash as much of it out as possible, but w as told I will be coughing it up over the next week.

At 1 pm I get discharged and leave with some nice prescriptions and a note to see a primary care physician in a week. Now, I was still shaky, all night last night I had used my rescue inhaler WAY too many times, plus the steroids always make me shake. I get some nice grippy socks since I left my house in just pajamas, no socks, no shoes, and my dad and I Uber back home.

At home I call my Walmart's pharmacy and both prescriptions came out to $19.31, which was incredible. I waited until they'd be back from lunch and went to the store, there I talked to my bosses and informed them of what happened. One of my bosses is my cousin, so she was extra worried.

But then, I saw her. (If you're keeping up with my other posts, then you know who.) And I told her what happened, and she said, "No! I'm supposed to die first!" Which made me laugh, which made me wheeze and cough, which made me nearly faint.

All this to say, I'm back home now, I spent the day sleeping and cuddling with my pupper, and taking breathing treatments. Now I'm gonna shower and make tacos since I just realized I haven't eaten since Thursday.

On top of all of that, I will have a compromised immune system for about a month. I'll be on light duty, hopefully, for about a week. So work shouldn't be too hard. If I'm lucky, they may even just let me stay up at the service desk all week. But, I am gonna have to take my nebulizer and meds with me to work, since if I don't take them exactly every seven hours, I could end up with serious complications.

The prednisone alone is bad enough with all of the negative side effects it has. Usually you get a two or three day dose. I've got a five day, three pills a day, dose. It's not my first time taking prednisone, but I will say, it's my least favorite medication I've ever taken.

Oh! And I just remembered that at some point, someone tested my blood sugar and I didn't cry! Well, I was already crying, but I didn't cry at the sudden shock of the lancet! (I accidentally poked myself with a lancet when I was little, so now it's just a knee jerk reaction for me to cry when I have my blood sugar tested.)

^ my asthma and anxiety rn knowing I'm thousands of dollars in debt JUST for the ambulance ride alone. I'm not even gonna think about what the meds, endoscope, and x-rays cost. Much less a room, the blood tests, and everything else.

[the-crystal-femmes]

i am also an enjoyer of dragons ^^ very neat creatures- used to think we were one but even tho we arent i can appreciate the coolness.

dr pepper is good! we're not big on soda (unless u count monster??) but socks is a mountain dew fiend lol- our liquid of choice is usually half-half iced tea lemonade. super good.

our intestines, too, are unkind to us. for different reasons probably but still. solidarity 😔🤝

our fronts are a bit scrambled because of the way our system works. ona normal day its just me, Autopsy, Toby, Unname, and sometimes Socks or Kody.

i'll send the message! from what i hear theyre doing okay, we're mostly just working on figuring out what their deal is so we can catalog em and let them integrate.

I'm huge on soda I guess. I love the carbonation and the flavors, although I hate when they get flat too fast. I also like strawberry milk and cranberry juice :3. Frankie is our local monster menance, but she never finishes them and they fuck up our bladder.

Ours is IBS, I am a strong soldier 🫡 /lh

Usually it's just me but that's known by now. Pearl and Ula try to make an effort to show up but sometimes the brain is an asshole and doesn't allow that.

Honestly some of us have yet to figure out roles, mainly Ames and my diamond? I think Ames is a sustainer (fronts to help us eat) but we haven't really figured that out, and we know my diamond fronted to handle personal affairs at some point but we're unsure if that's her role. (Ames didn't split with her role, I asked her if she was comfortable with taking it on because I've essentially been not eating lately, to put it lightly. She tends to co-front more than front, though).

- YP

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Song of Beasts, ch3: Have Faith in Us

   Nora knocks on the door to Penny’s office. She opens the door. “Penny, hi, it’s me. Hope I’m not disturbing you.” the black haired female said. “Any updates on the shredding?” Penny asked as she sat at her desk. “Better. You’re gonna love this, cause I figured out that we have a contract with a great band who, believe it or not, still owes us an album.” She said as she walked over. 

“What album? What band?” she asked in confusion. “The only ones who still owe me a record are-” she suddenly gasps as she realizes what band that Nora is talking about. “You didn't,” Penny said. Nora looks confused before the door opens and Dr. Teeth walk in. He chuckles as he walks over to Penny’s desk. “I knew I recallized that voice.” said the doc with a smile on his face. 

He chuckles again. “Look who it is. Doctor Bigshot” replied Penny in a bit of an upset tone. “Wait, you two know each other?” Nora asked. “Indeed, we do. How have you been, Twinkles?” asked the doc with a smirk.  “I hate you” she replied. “You look like you got a taste of your own medcline, I see,” she added. Penny was talking about the scars on his face. Teeth chuckles through his mouth. 

“I thought you said the van couldn’t stop.” said Nora as she looked at Teeth. “Lips is circling the block.” he replied. “So! You’re still hangin’ around with all those smuggegies, eh?” asked Penny. “Smuggegies, smuggegies.” said Animal as the rest of the mayhem beside Lips walk into the office. Lewis walks in too. Annie was in the van with Lips. Lewis walks over to his dad’s side. “All right. How you is? How you been?” said Floyd but everyone was talking over each other. 

“Yep, come on in. The more, the merrier.” said Nora. “Shut up all of ya’s!” yell Penny as she smacks her desk. She groans. “If it weren’t for the very small, decaying piece of my heart that I once had for this floppy top-hatted imbecile, I’d have you all wiped from the face of the Earth years ago, for taking my money and leaving me nothing!” said Ms. Waxman in anger. 

“Until now, which is why I just need a tiny little favor.” replied the black haired female. “No!” replied Penny. “I didn’t even ask anything yet.” replied Nora. “Well, then ask.” replied the pink haired female. “You know how the label owns that house on Laurel Canyon, where you used to put up talent?” asked Nora. “Like in the old days.” replied Dr. Teeth. 

“Don’t remind me. Now, get’ em out of here!” replied Penny. “Okay, Sounds good.” replied Nora. “Go!” snapped Ms. Waxman. “Bye, Twinkles.” replied the doc. “Dad, stop!” hissed Lewis as he and Nora get them out. “I hate you” replied Penny as she looked at Teeth. She noticed something after. The ginger haired boy called Teeth, dad. “Did he have a son with someone? Probably by accident after dating so many people.” Penny thought to herself. 

“Stop wasting her time,” Nora said to Teeth. Nora shuts the door behind them. “Man, let’s get out of here,” said Floyd. “Wait, wait, wait.” Nora quickly said. “Okay, a few unforeseen small, but hugely important details have slightly derailed my plan.” she said. 

“Namely, you’re homeless, and also my boss hates you.” said Nora. “Well, I wasn’t necessarily receiving that sedimentation.” replied Dr. Teeth. “She literally said I hate you” she replied. “Yeah, dad,” replied Lewis. “Lewis, stay out of this” replied the doc. “Well, all I know is, I loved that lady but I had to let her go.” said the ginger haired male. “So, you dumped her?” asked Nora.

“Yes,” replied Teeth. “Okay, son now we need to win Penny over. Maybe we can send her something nice” she said. “I don’t know, like chocolates, flowers.” Nora adds on. “Compression socks,” Teeth said. Lewis looked at his dad like he was high on catnip, again. “She loves to be squeezed,” he added. “Dad, stop,” Lewis said under his breath. “Squeezed? Like oranges?” asked Animal. 

“I knew it,” replied Floyd. Nora went over to her desk and grabbed the keys for the place. “Listen, Penny can never find out that I gave you this” said Nora as she hands it to the good doctor. “The label owns a house in Laurel Canyon. You can crash there.” she said. “It’s called the Shack” the black haired female said. Everyone gasped. “The Shack?” asked Floyd. “No way, man” he said as he laughed a bit. “You know it?” asked Nora. 

“Back in the day,the Shack was a magical mecca of music’s most melodic minds.” replied Dr. Teeth. “Oh, yeah, it’s like where I made meatloaf, his first loaf of meat.” replied Janice. “It’s where Pink Floyd built that wall,” replied Teeth. “They hired the Carpenters” replied Floyd as he nodded his head. “The who?” asked Zoot. 

“No, no, man. The Carpenters” replied the red haired male. “That's a lot of history, but I’ll meet you there, okay? For now, go” replied Nora. “Okay, see you” replied Floyd as they left. “All right,” replied Teeth. Lewis follows behind but he stops to wave goodbye to the label lady. She waved back. 

Later, the band arrived at a light orangish yellowish color house. “This is the Shack?” asked floyd. “They really sucked the heart and soul out of the joint, didn’t they?” he added on. They all nod their heads. “Like, Nora did say we should make ourselves at home.” replied Janice. “Well, you know what thats means. Time to add some rave to this cave” replied Dr. Teeth. 

“Ooh, some rad to the pad” replied Floyd Pepper. Lips mumbles something and the only thing that could be made out was some. Floyd and Teeth chuckles. “Righteous rhymin’ Lips. And I know just the jam.” replied the doc. “A two, three, four!” said Teeth. Everyone started to paint the house’s outside, changing everything in that area as they sang “Can You Picture That?”

Later after they get down painting, the house looks like the inside of a hippie bus. The blushes were in the shape of music notes. Nora drives in and fear covers her face. “No, no, no, no, no, no.” she said as she got out of her car and walked over to the band. “What have you done?!” asked Nora. “Exactly what you told us to do. We made ourselves at home” replied Floyd as he pointed at the house. 

“Right! At The Shack!” she replied angrily. “Yes," replied the band as they shook their heads. “This is not the Shack!” she yelled. “That is the Shack!” Nora yells as she points at an old, breaking down house. “Oh!” said the mayhem. “That makes more sense.” replied Teeth. “Now, that’s a place you don’t forget.” Zoot added on. 

“Now I know why you’ve never made an album, because there is no plan in the world that could wrangle the stampede of chaos that is the Electric Mayhem” said Nora in anger. “Aw, that’s sweet: replied Floyd. “Did that sound like a compliment?” she asked. “Yeah” replied the mayhem. “I’m done.” replied Nora, clearly very upset by this. 

“Wow!” she said in shock as she walked away and got into her car. “Sounds to me like the Label Lady is dropping us from the label,” said Dr. Teeth. “Nora,” Animal said in a sad tone. “Well, if that’s the Shack, then whose house did we psychedelicate?” asked the doc. “Hey!” a voice came from behind the group. “Who did this to my house?” asked the owner of the house as he held his white dog. “That depends. Do you like it?” asked Floyd. 

That night, Nora quickly heads to the Shack after Hannah informs her about the party. The band just finished playing “Jungle Boogie.” “Unbeilieve” Nora said as she walked outback where tons of people were everyone, some in the dry pool. “And they said the world wasn’t ready for a 45-minute trumpet solo.” Teeth said on the microphone. “And they were right,” replied Floyd with a chuckle. Lips nods his head. 

“All right, now. This one goes out to a real ma’am with a plan, determined to take us to the highest of hightitudes.” said the good doctor. “Nora!” yelled Animal. “Till she fired us.” replied Teeth in a bit of a sad tone. “Nora,” Animal said in a sad tone. Nora crosses her arms. “This one’s for you, Label Lady” said Teeth. 

Dr. Teeth and the band start playing “Have a Little Faith in Me.” As Teeth starts to sing, Nora kinda smiles and looks like she is going to cry. Moog was next to her, holding little Annie in his arms. Lewis was sleeping inside the house. “Hey, you okay, noob?” he asked Nora. 

“Yeah, I just-” she stops and just watches the mayhem. “Love this song” she replied “My dad used to sing it to me when I was little” she said. “I don’t know how they knew that.” she added on. Suddenly Nora felt a little hand touching her, she looked over to see Annie, who was grabbing at her sleeve. “Oh! Who is this?” she asked Moog. “This is Annie, she is Teeth’s daughter,” he replied. “Does he have a kid?” she asked in shock. “Well, two kids. Lewis who is ten. He doesn't talk much and often takes care of Annie if the band needs to do something real quick. Annie is just 11 months old. They’re really sweet kids. Teeth love them alot” replied Moog. 

Nora looks at Annie who lets out a sound that sounds like a newborn kitten. “Was that a meow? I probably just heard a nearby cat. Lewis? Was he that kid that was with them in Penny’s office?” she thought to herself. She looks back at the band. “I was here to kick them out, but somehow they’ve won everyone over,” Nora said. 

“That’s the Mayhem for you” replied Moog with a smile. “They’re just…They’re magical” he said. Fireworks started going off in the night sky, the beautiful colors filled the black sky. “Hey, I’m Moog, by the way.” Moog said. “Nora,” she replied. “Welcome to the mayhem, Nora,” he replied with a smile. 

In the morning, the mayhem were packing their things out of the Shack. Animal lifts his drums up and starts heading to the front door. “Hey, Animal. Let’s pack that in the van” said Floyd as he walked behind the drummer. “That was some farewell show.” Nora said as she walked in. “They always are.” replied the red haired male before walking outside. 

Lewis followed behind Floyd. Teeth had Annie in one of his arms. “Oh, uh…” Dr. Teeth started to say as he turned to face Nora. “Don’t worry. We’ll be on our way” said the good doctor as his little girl played with his fluffy beard. The doc starts to turn around to head out to the van. “Wait” replied the black haired female. 

He turns back to her. “Listen, i don’t know how you did it, but last night was…Magical” she said with a soft smile. “Maybe that’s something you can’t plan,” she added. “And so, if you’d let me, I would love to help you make this album.” Nora said. The good doctor turned his head. “Well, sounds like a plan” he replied before Annie made a squeak-like sound. He chuckles. 

Nora can’t help but find it cute. It kinda reminds her of when Hannah was young. “Actually, someone wise and naked in a hot tub once told me, no plan is the plan.” she replied. “I’m ready to roll with it,” she added. “Well, good. Cause we’re ready to rock with it.” he replied. “Nora” said Animal was standing in the doorway. She walks over to the drummer and bends down. 

She pet his head. “Animal.” she said with a smile on her face. He laughed softly. Zoot took a picture of the two. “That’s a good one.” said the saxophonist. Zoot headed back to the van while Floyd was unpacking it. He holds the picture in his hand. Zoot sticks it to the ceiling of the van with the other pictures. 

Back at Waxman’s Records, Nora picks up the phone. “Hey Nora, how are you doing?” asked Janice on the other side. “Good. Now that the doc worked some magic with Penny.” she replied with a smile. “So, I’ll stop by today, we can get to work,” said Nora. “Oh, wow, like, today is not so great for us.” replied Janice. 

“We’re taking a little R and R road trip,” she added. “What?” replied Nora in shock. “But we’ll totally see you in nine weeks.” replied the blonde haired female. “No, I promised Penny an album. You need to turn around right now.” the black haired female quickly said. 

“Right now?” asked Janice. “Right now, you got it.” replied Dr. Teeth. Nora can hear the tires of the van screeching. “Whoa!!” said the mayhem on the other side of the phone. “Hello? Guys?” Nora asked worriedly. The sound of the van crashing filled the phone. “Tell me what’s happening!” she yelled. 

Meanwhile, hanging on the side of a cliff with Animal hanging off the front of the van. Vulture screeches filled the air. “Talk about a cliff-hanger” said Dr. Teeth. Floyd laughs. “Disney plus is gonna love this.” replied the red haired male. “Oh, wow. Fer sure” Janice replied. “Nora.” said Animal as he laughed. “Oh boy, this is going to be a very long week” groaned Lewis. 

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: August 9, 2011

Lyrics:

Hey ya'll

I came to talk about this girl that had my love, see

I went away for a while and

She gave my love away huh

I really shouldn't blame her

But now that p-ssy is a stranger

Baby, somethings on my mind I gotta say it

Yeah, Your p-ssy done changed

It ain't the same girl and thats a shame

(A crying shame baby)

Oooh, aint being funny

I know another bee's been in that honey

Ooh, baby, that p-ssy done changed

It's such a shame girl and thats a shame

(Who the hell you giving my loving to girl?)

Oooh Nooo

Tell me where that p-ssy gone

Oooh Nooo

Cause it don't feel the same no more

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Yeah

Oooh Nooo

(How you do me like that baby)

Oooh Nooo

Why is that happening to me

Oooh Nooo

She told me that it was my p-ssy

Oooh Nooo

Yeah yeah yeah yeh

She, she used to be a really special lady (my everything)

I guess she's feeling kinda freaky lately

It's such a shame cause now the p-ssy's changed

(That p-ssy changed)

She used to squeeze me (oooooooh

Grip me tight enough so she can please me

But nah nah, now that p-ssy changed

It's such a shame, that p-ssy changed

Oooh Nooo

Where did ya p-ssy go?

Oooh Nooo

Cause girl, I need to know

Oooh Nooo

You see, it was on some one of a kind sh-t

Oooh Nooo

I'ma about to kill this bitch

Oooh Nooo

She gave away all my sh-t

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oooh Nooo

Yeah, yeah, yeh

I thought the p-ssy cat had 9 lives man?

Damn darling you changed it all

I'm your number fan belt they are not important

I don't use a cordless, microphone avoid em'

They don't feel real to me

Meaning real woman

Others built on me

You the primer on the lime bean green box When I couldn't afford a Ford

Clean socks scootin' across the floor in your grandmama house

Hand on your mouth

You yap too much about the penny-ante, this mechanics so uncanny

X-men, x-men, your ex boyfirend should thank me that I took you off his hands

No I can't bring another beach to the sand

And know I am well aware that you can bring a man to his knees

And get what you need without saying please

But can you bring a man to his feet when defeat is on repeat

And they put this man's Grammy's on the street?

What? Why so quiet?

Hate that all of our memories happened in a Hyatt

You were perfect before you went on a diet

You was way thicker, you think i don't remember

Shit, the magazine got to your head

Now somebody you don't even know got you in bed

Betcha buddy don't even know you don't like red

Or Was It Fuchsia, F-ck It, Our Future Is dead

Songwriter:

Oooh Nooo

Yeah yeah yeah

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oooh Nooo

Ohhhhhh

Oooh Nooo

I'm about to kill this bitch

Oooh Nooo

She gave away all my shit

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oh noooooo

Yeah, yeah, yeh

Ahahahaha

I miss ya girl

Jamal F. Jones / Dwayne Carter / Andre Benjamin / Dreshan Nikel Smith

SongFacts:

"Dedication to My Ex (Miss That)" is a song by R&B musician Lloyd, released on August 9, 2011 as the third single from his fourth studio album King of Hearts (2011). Produced by Polow da Don and D. Smith of Zone 4 Productions, the song features a verse from Outkast's André 3000 and is "narrated" by Lloyd's frequent collaborator and fellow New Orleans rapper Lil Wayne. The brass was played by Siraaj Amnesia James. The song was edited for radio in the United Kingdom (among others) with the word "pussy" replaced with "lovin'." The single performed averagely domestically, but reached the top five in the UK, Australia and Ireland, and the top 10 in Denmark, the Netherlands and Austria. The song is Lloyd's biggest international hit to date.

The song's music video, directed by Bryan Barber, premiered on September 13, 2011 on 106 & Park. André 3000 and Lil Wayne do not appear in the video; Instead, Wayne Brady and a cat lip sync Wayne and Andre 3000's lyrics, respectively. The video featured Natalie La Rose as the female lead.

[stormcrow513]

Tw for death and suicidal thoughts

Even more sure now that Bailey isn't going to make it much longer and I'm very very fucking familiar with dogs deaths, the youngest I was 4 and brother dog knocked up his sister, there were puppies most were born dead but two lived at first I was there when the one Raccoon died, his brother Socks died much later when I was a teenager and I was there for that death as well,

I've walked the death road so many times with all sorts of animals but none so much as dogs,

I know dogs so well I could probably make one,

One thing some people who've had dogs die mostly around 7,8,9 when dogs get into their teens they are basically a human in their 90s,

Their tough son of a bitches but any little thing they could once shurg off their so old now it's easier for it to kill em, they are running out of heads in a coin toss,

My last dog to go was in 2020 or 2021 can't think right now to fucking high and hurting to think dates,

So where we're at that February got a horrid cold, while it was warm inside it was cold outside below 0 we would have gladly let him pee on the floor, but he wouldn't he would strain and cry to hold it and go outside what else could we do? we let him out, then he started going down we had to carry him, then the night I knew he was going I sat on the floor with him til he took his last wheezing breaths,

And no we didn't take him to be put down the stress of the car ride he hated cars would have killed him rather he end wheezing at home with me loved the scared out of his mind,

Two options only and only you can decide

I don't need the trolley question because I've lived it enough to know you can only make the decision in the moment and you'll never be sure you were right after wheather anyone agrees with you or not,

So Bae my beautiful girl is 15 and she was absolutely going to make it to the end of the year then this mother fucker basically in my backyard the ONLY place I can let my dogs pee he dumps fucking pesticide all over on weeds he'd just hired someone to mow,

Now my babies dieing cause that shit has made everyone in my house sick,

It's okay for this guy to do this,

He can pour poison into my space as surely as if he were smoking tobacco or vaping in my living room small beings always hot hardest,

But people in some areas can't put a big metal dinosaur statue in their yard (real thing saw it in local Colorado news,

People can dump known acknowledged in court of law poison all over me and mine cause it's his house right in mine,

This is all right cause he's getting rid of weeds cause the fucking slow tape and murder of the land means it's okay to kill my baby girl my family I've had her as a puppy and it was love at first sight,

I kept poison out of this land for two months off six fucking years but some asshole who owned the land behind us that went to his house and was empty land, he didn't like my dad or other people here he bragged how he cut his land in three this guy who bought the house wanted the land with it to store cars which would have been perfect they were good neighbors, they guy refused then sold to Clayton home who at first was going to put one house in middle and then put two house there putting one right next to my fence,

The city council allowed this to happen everyone's sure they got slipped some money,

All this shit is a fucking ok, if I put a rainbow flag up here at my house my gun owning republican neighbors would likely shot me or or as has fucking happened to me throw rat poison into my backyard, hey look how we are right back to the star,

Poison in my yard dieing dog,

I'm so fucking tired right now guys so damned tried and I know myself now I know who I am in this time I am not going to ever kill myself once I thought it meant taking control over my life from my father and sister now I know that I wouldn't be winning I'd be losing,

That's just how I see it now for me not saying suicides have lost maybe for them in that moment they won their fight we can never know what they felt then, just like we can't determine what is winning and what is losing for another person,

But I know what it is for me, I can't go that way,

If this world wants me gone it's going to have to kill me itself,

But now there's no break to think I could rest I could close my eyes and be done I can make that choice,

I don't have that little comfort anymore,

And I no longer can take any breaks now, I am just being hot over an over increasingly so over the years

I can't take a break though every thing keeps telling me to,

I can't the second I stop to float something grabs my ankle and pulls me underneath,

I have to keep swimming or it's going to drown me,

It's why I'll never be able to be anything but a witch my need is so great magic is all I can turn to,

If I don't get myself out and pull ma up with me then it's all over,

I understand stand others experience otherwise but this is my experience

And I came to know it through abilities that came naturally to me,

But I'm just so tired and I feel like it's just pulling me down so hard I can't even try to swim I'm caught in a net right now,

And I'm sorry if some of you get oppset with me for writing this down,

I need it

And once I needed to read others messages like this

So to teenage me you are not alone

No matter what others are out there

Same and different

I love you I'm sorry you hurt cause I've hurt and it sucks and it's never ever fair

Edit also I am not typically the type to punch first I tend to let people hit me or someone I care about before I tap in, and even then I might think thwice before I swing,

So I won't tolerate being punched on this post

Therefore if you are rude to me on this post I will immediately block you unless I've talked to you enough to check you meant it badly, otherwise I'm blocking immediately if treated badly on this post