#mmm but im thinkin so hard about this for now

[goatpaste]

Circling back to thing and tryna pin things to one another in my head for this idea because I like the concept, but how to execute

Because I like the idea of an Oliver twist style story but it literally couldn't have gone ant worse

Like Gigis already run away from home, but ppl still know her at the retired/late rich jokeys daughter and her meeting her group of friend via then trying to get her and ransom her to her mom which doesnt work out very well between, giorno already ran away from home, has no desire to return home in fear of stressing her mother and is a strong stand user which no one was ready for. Ultimately leading to her earning their respect and hanging out with their lil crew and leading into some other bigger adventure she got swept up in because of her

But thinking of the motivations for them mmm

mmm been tryna pin down a general plot idea for my dinopant/sbr giorno,, which has been a struggle beyond very very vauge ideas,, but i think im leaning to loving the idea of an oliver twist inspired story,,,

[lxnarphase]

As a society we need to appreciate Suguru fingerfucking fem!reader as if it was nothing but an everyday task.

yes i have an indifference kink.

━━ ❝ INCOMING CALL : S. GOJO!!! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru isn't going to let a phone call interrupt his wrist work out, especially when he realizes who's calling

☾₊‧⁺...cw : suguru geto x fem!reader ft. satoru gojo, smut, fingerfucking, pre-established relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, begging, suguru and satoru being perverts, suguru is a bad influence

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : mmm iM A FREAK !!! sorry i couldnt help but throw gojo in there too for a lil extraness so i hope u like it, suguru is just a big meanie but i love it

"oh, satoru's calling."

beep.

"hey, satoru, what's up?"

he was annoying. so, so, SO annoying.

only suguru would have the fucking nerve to whine and beg for you to leave the comfort of your soft sheets on the bed on your rest day to sit on the couch next to him while he watches some game show.

only suguru would pat your thighs, muttering a little 'open up, baby' without taking his eyes off the screen, acting as if he's more into it than you.

only suguru would smirk as he slips his fingers inside your soft pussy, humming as he slowly feels you begin to soak his fingers, teasing you on how quickly you get wet for him.

and only suguru would answer his fucking phone to gojo satoru of all people while he plays with your pussy.

"ehhh? you want to come over? but you were just here this morning," suguru hums into the phone, acting as if his fingers aren't swirling circles into your clit. it's so unfair, he's so good with his hands that you aren't sure how you're gonna be able to stay quiet. satoru never knew when to shut up, especially on the phone.

"aww, but i didn't get to see pipsqueak today!"

that makes you huff, annoyance crossing your features. you were not that small! satoru and suguru were just! abnormally tall!

before you can even mutter a snide comment, suguru slips his fingers back into you, smirking when you gasp so sweetly. your gushing all over his slender fingers and he's relishing the tight heat that envelops him.

"aww, satoru," suguru fucking purrs into the phone, not missing the way satoru's teasing comments pause for a moment nor the way you shook him a look. you know that tone, you know it better than anyone.

suguru is up to no fucking good.

"you're right, you did miss her. poor thing was so tired from last night, she needed to sleep in." suguru's focus is back on the TV, voice mischievous as he picks up pace with his finger, wanting to see if he could get you to crack.

"s-sugu," you whimper, a hand coming to cover your mouth. you didn't want to get too loud, the embarrassment of satoru possibly hearing you sounding worse than death. suguru nearly groaned into the phone, feeling how you squeezed on him.

"awww, baby, thinkin' about satoru hearing you is getting you this wet? hm?"

suguru's grip on your thigh to keep you spread for him is firm, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. it's so unfair how he continues to multitask so effortlessly, his phone in his other hand away from his face so he can say such filthy things to you.

it's unfair because it's just making you wetter.

"it's so cute how you get so wet for me, soaking my hand just from two fingers...now shh, baby, i gotta talk to satoru," he coos at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, like he's not fucking your cunt open with those slender digits of his.

without hesitation, he maneuvers his fingers deeper into the plush, wet heat of your pussy, curling them in a way that made your body arch instinctively as he brings his phone back to his ear, talking to satoru like nothing is happening.

while satoru continues to talk suguru's ear off, you are struggling so bad. it's hard to stay quiet with the way he's touching you. you don't get it, why is he still on the phone? each stroke of his stupid fingers keeps you wound up, unable to think properly, which lets to a sweet whimper leaving you before you can stop it.

"shhh, keep it down, baby," suguru whispers, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your cheek. "we don't want satoru to hear what a naughty little slut you're being for me, would we?" he's so cruel, his words only making you shiver at the thrill of the situation. feeling you clench on his fingers, he hums curouisly. "oh..? maybe you do. you wanna have satoru hear you get your pussy played with?"

you shake your head, not wanting to deal with the endless teasing from suguru and satoru from being in this situation. but while you was keeping your mouth shut, your pussy betrays you. you're so wet, the sounds of your cunt gushing and sloshing around his fingers start to get picked up by the phone, and satoru noticed.

he could fucking hear the wet slick noises of suguru's fingers messing up your soft slit, and the sound stuns him into silence. he glups, something suguru hears and can't help but smirk about.

he's got the both of you exactly where he wants you.

after a few moments of silence, satoru clears his throat.

"i-is, uh...is she there?"

he's...he's curious, so curious to see if suguru will keep playing this game, keep pretending like he's not fucking you open with his fingers so good that he can hear it through the phone. shit, he's getting so hard from this, he feels like a fucking perv.

suguru's eyes flash with something dangerous at satoru's shaky words, his smirk turning almost evil. you want to glare at him, do something for putting you in such an embarrassing situation, but you just can't. not with how good he's making you feel and how the thought of satoru hearing you makes your walls clamp on his fingers.

suguru maintains his composure, fingers never faltering their movements in and out of your dripping cunt. "mm, i dunno, satoru, what do you think," he asks coolly, his voice a seductive blend of mockery and affection.

"suguruuu, h-he's gonna hear me," you whimper as your arm reaches out to grip his wrist, trying to stop his fingers from moving anymore. it was so messy sounding, your face was on fire. god, why did you have to get so wet from suguru being so mean?!

your breaths come in ragged gasps, hips moving instinctively against suguru's hand, unconsciously seeking more. you just can't help it, he's playing with your pussy so good, it's making your brain mushy.

the squelching sound of your slick wetness is unmistakable to satoru. on the other side of the phone, he's got his phone squished against his ear as much as possible, desperate to hear all of your noises. he's...he's hard, but he can't touch, not yet, he doesn't want any distractions from this.

"fuck, i-i can hear her, suguru...i-is she really wet?"

"mhm. she's dripping, 'toru, all over the couch."

without missing a beat, suguru moves the phone closer to you, continuing work his fingers inside your dripping slit. if you say anything, he'd just smirk at you and say he's just repositioning so his hand doesn't hurt.

but you know he's moving it closer to give satoru a better chance of hearing all your noises. and it just makes you squeeze on his fingers, your juices dripping down his wrist.

"here, angel. talk to satoru for me, yeah?"

...oh, what the hell?

your brain is already fucking melting out of your ears, you don't even think about what would happen if you take the phone. your hand trembles as you take the phone, the other hand clutching at the couch cushions for support.

the moment you bring the phone to you, you can hear satoru's excited breathing, the anticipation practically radiating through the speaker.

"h-hi, satoru..." you manage to greet him, voice breaking as suguru finds another sensitive spot within you, his free hand now pressing down on your tummy as he really starts to fuck you with his fingers.

"h-hey, sweet thing," satoru tries to purr, but it just comes out like a desperate sigh, a mix of curiosity and arousal clear in his tone. "you...you sound so pretty..."

suguru doesn't relent for a moment, his pretty fingers plunging and twisting inside you. sure, he wants you to be able to talk to satoru, but that doesn't mean you have to be incoherent. no, he wants you to be unable to hold back those moans from him.

who cares if his best friend is on the other line?

"c'mon, princess, tell him how you're feelin'," suguru whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "let him know how good 'm makin' your pretty pussy feel right now."

his voice sounds so good in your ear, your grip on the phone tightening as you try to hold onto the last shred of your composure.

"s-sugu, don't talk t' me like that, fuck, 's so embarrassing..."

he knows you don't mean it, not when he feels your gummy walls clench on him like that. you like it, you like when he's mean, when he makes you talk to him and tell him how good he's making you feel. but it feels even better because you know satoru is gonna hear how good suguru, his best friend, makes you feel with just his fingers.

the sensation of suguru's fingers, slick and sticky with your arousal, moving relentlessly inside your soft pussy and pressing against that fucking spot that makes you gush all over his hands, is making having any coherent thought nearly impossible.

"s-suguruuu, i-i can't, 'm gonna—!"

on the other end, satoru bites his lip to muffle his groan, the mental image of the scene flashing in his mind. his mind is going blank as the wet sounds of his best friend's fingers and your labored breaths and broken little moans fills his ears.

but then, they stop.

you let out the prettiest little moan and satoru feel his cock throb in his sweats, the feeling of precum leaking out making him shiver.

god, he wants to hear you like that all the time...

"s-suguru, why'd you—?"

"are you coming over or not, satoru? wouldn't you rather see her than hear her? if you come over, i'll teach you how t' make her squirt."

that seems to be all it takes to get him to keen, a high pitched and pathetic whimper coming from satoru's end of the call. who knew suguru could get the strongest to make such a sound just from a simple set of words?

"i'm on my way right now, please, don't let her cum without me there."

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[slamminslamminmcgill]

my ankle is broken so im thinkin bout a threesome w/ deadpool and wolverine where they manhandle you too hard and something breaks

“you dumb fuck, he doesn’t regenerate! what’re you doing throwing him around like that?!”

“i’m sorry, it was an accident! i forgot that he’s not a psychotic turbo-masochist like you!”

“like ME?”

“yes, like you. now, considering neither of us know anything about REPAIRING human bodies, i suggest we get him to a professional so his joints aren’t as fucked as his holes”

from then on they’ll completely baby you during threesomes 🥺 lots of hand-holding and eye contact

resting ur head in wade’s lap while logan eats you out.

“hey! eyes on me, babe. i know! i know it feels good! just keep looking at me, i wanna watch. aw, you make the cutest faces when you’re about to cum! do it, baby boy, right down his throat.”

then you’re sloppily making out with logan’s cock as he pets your hair.

“attaboy. fuckin worship that cock.”

you run your slobbery tongue all over his fuzzy balls and his fat shaft. you suck his tip into your mouth just as wade pushes into your cunt.

“mmm-mm! mmm, ah—GAWK!”

logan just shoves your head down further and spears your throat onto his cock.

“don’t talk with your mouth full, boy.”

[txjis]

Can you do a toji shot that includes a oral male receiving? I'm just asking for that, the rest can be whatever you want, just that 😭, pleasee idk why im thinkin so much in blowjobs 😞

ABSOLUTELY. I HOPE I DID U PROUD.

cw: toji x fem!reader , oral (m!receiving) , light face fucking , petnames (baby , pretty baby) , cum eating , that’s kinda it it’s just a BJ , lmk if i missed any! 1k

a/n: i wrote this at my brother bday party LOLLL so pls ignore if it’s not super good or kinda rushed 😔 beta read by @fictionalwench ❤︎︎

you find yourself on your knees in front of toji, your breath quickening as you anticipate the pleasure to come. the room is dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere, perfect for the lustful encounter you're about ready to indulge in. you've always had a thing for older men, and toji, with his rugged good looks and powerful presence, is the epitome of your fantasies.

leaning forward, you reach out to trace your fingers along his defined jawline. his skin feels warm and smooth against your touch. you can't help but admire the scar on his lip, a faint reminder of his mysterious past. toji's intense green eyes watch your every move, making your heart flutter with desire. he exudes a raw, untamed energy that both excites and intimidates you.

as your hand travels down his strong neck, you gently tug on the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. the scent of his cologne invades your senses, a musky aroma that ignites a burning desire within you. toji's breath is hot against your face as he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear,

"you know what you want, don't you, baby?" his deep voice sends shivers down your spine. you nod eagerly, your hands now bold enough to slide underneath his shirt, exploring the firm muscles of his chest and abs. toji's body is a masterpiece, hard and chiseled, a testament to his years of disciplined and strenuous work. you can feel his heart pounding beneath your palms, beating in rhythm with your own growing lust. his skin feels like silk over steel, and you can't resist the urge to leave a trail of kisses along his collarbone.

"mmm... that's it," he encourages, his hands gripping your hair gently. he guides your lips lower, and you eagerly oblige, kissing and sucking on his sensitive spots. your mouth leaves a wet trail on his skin as you make your way down, eventually reaching the waistband of his pants. with deft fingers, you unbutton and unzip his pants, revealing the bulge in his boxers, straining against the fabric. you glance up, your eyes locking with his, seeking permission, and he gives you a seductive smirk.

"you know what i want, baby. show me how bad you want it." his voice is a husky command that sends a rush of heat between your thighs. without further prompting, you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting the first drops of his pre-cum. toji groans in response, his hand tightening in your hair as he encourages you to take more of him. you moan softly around his length, the vibrations driving him wild. he's thick and long, and you struggle to take him all, but the challenge only fuels your desire.

expertly, you suck and bob your head, creating a steady rhythm, your hand stroking the base while your mouth works the head. toji's breathing grows heavier, his hips moving in sync with your suckling. his hand leaves your hair, moving to the back of your head, and he begins to guide your pace, taking control.

"that's it... take it all, baby. yeah, you like my dick, don't you?" he grunts, his voice raw with desire. his grip tightens, and he starts to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth with abandon. your eyes water slightly at the force of his penetration, but you welcome the dominance he exerts, craving to please this powerful man. toji pulls your hair gently, signaling for you to look up. you obey, your eyes meeting his fierce gaze.

"i'm gonna use that pretty throat of yours... you like it when i take control, don't you, pretty baby?" he asks, his tone demanding an answer. you can only manage a muffled moan of assent, your eyes pleading for him to continue. he reads your eagerness accurately, a satisfied smirk crossing his face. with no further warning, he grabs your hair firmly and starts fucking into your mouth with purpose. his cock slides deep into your throat, the head hitting the back of your mouth, triggering your gag reflex.

he shows no mercy, pounding into your mouth with primal ferocity. your eyes water, and your throat burns, but the sensation is strangely thrilling. toji's dominance overpowers you, and your body responds, your pussy growing wetter with each ruthless thrust into your mouth. you can sense his control, his precision, as he uses your mouth for his pleasure, each withdrawal followed by a brutal plunge into your throat.

toji's grunts echo in the room, mixing with your muffled noises of pleasure and discomfort. your eyes roll back as you surrender to the powerful waves of pleasure and pain, your pussy throbbing in unison with the pace he sets. you feel so deliciously used, owned by this virile man, and you love every second of it.

just when you think you can't take any more, toji's thrusts become more urgent. his cock swells in your mouth, and he unleashes a torrent of hot cum down your throat. he fills your mouth with his essence, thrusting a few more times to ensure every drop is savored. you swallow greedily, reveling in the taste of him, continuing to suckle gently as his orgasm subsides.

toji slowly withdraws, his softening cock gliding from your lips with a wet, lewd sound. he eases you back gently, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly, his wild eyes now softened by the post-orgasmic haze.

"fuck, baby... That was incredible," he pants, his breath still ragged. "you suck cock like a dream... exactly what I needed."

you feel a sense of pride and satisfaction in pleasing this enigmatic man. he reaches down, caressing your cheek, then cups your chin, tilting your face up for a deep, passionate kiss. you taste yourself on his lips, a reminder of the raw, unforgiving pleasure you just shared.

as the kiss deepens, you sense toji's renewed desire stirring. his hands wander, exploring your body, and you know that this encounter is far from over. the night has only begun, and you can't wait to explore more of toji's secrets and uncover the untamed passion that lies beneath his semi-composed exterior.

[gayvorestories]

(I wish this site would let me use right- and left-aligned text for writing text exchanges)

Derek leaned back on the couch while he texted back and forth with Josh, throwing back a few beers with some show on in the background that he was only half-watching.

He was finishing off his third when he felt his phone buzz:

Gonna be there in a few ;)

Letting out a low belch that sent his meal squirming he grinned wide.

Not sure if he knows what I actually ate, but worth it for a piece of ass that good, he thought to himself as he opened another beer. Kenny kicked at him from inside as the cold beer poured onto his head and he laughed. "Kick all you want bud, you're not comin' up."

His phone buzzed again, and when he checked it was Josh saying he was outside. Derek leaned back in his recliner and undid the deadbolt on the door before texting back that the door was unlocked.

So I can just come in?

Yeah, im like mega full rn, doors unlocked

He gave his thrashing stomach a gentle pat as he heard the door knob shift.

"Hey mate, right apartment?"

"Yeah man, come have a beer," Derek said lifting a can over his head.

Josh looked at him and his eyes widened, "woah, holy shit," he said under his breath. He walked around the side of the couch, beer still in his hand and touched the surface of his belly gently. When it shifted aggressively under his fingers and he heard a muffled yell, his mouth fell open.

"I've always heard of guys like you but uh..." he started.

"Didn't believe the stories?" Derek said with one eyebrow raised.

"No uh, didn't think I'd... be lucky enough to meet one," Josh said, his eyes glued to Derek's belly.

"Well now that you have," Derek said, shifting his weight, "what do you want to do?"

Josh looked at Derek's face, his ears turning bright red as Derek gave winked at him.

"I uh..." Josh said as he ran his hand along the first surface of Derek's belly.

"Go on, anything," Derek said smoothly.

Josh set the beer down on the table and rubbed with both hands, the surface extremely tight despite the bumps and contours of the men trapped inside.

"Mmm, that feels good," Derek said as he leaned back, putting his arms up and his hands behind his head.

"How about this?" Josh asked as he shifted his hands lower, pressing on the sensitive sides of Derek's well-over-capacity stomach.

Derek let out a little moan at the unexpected shift, "mm, yeah man right there... fuck."

"Like this?" Josh said as he pressed harder. The meal squired and kicked back hard, but Josh ignored it and kept pressing.

Derek squirmed in his chair at the touch, "fuck man, I thought you said you hadn't seen somebody do this before, over here like a fuckin pro at it."

Josh gave his belly a playful squeeze, "guess it just comes natural to me." The meal inside Derek's belly struggled aggressively at Josh's tender touches, but Derek didn't seem to mind. "How long is he gonna be... uh..."

"Mmm, if I belch his air out like thirty seconds... but I kinda like to feel them squirm."

"How long can you make 'em squirm for?"

"Like a day, give or take. Feels cruel when my stomach really starts to get to work." Derek shot Josh a grin, "but that's when the real fun starts."

Josh bit his lip as he rubbed, feeling himself start to get hard.

Derek saw the look in his eye and chuckled, "you like that don't you?"

"Y-yeah, you got a hot belly, mate," Josh deflected.

"Not that," Derek teased, "all that about me digesting them. I saw that look, you were gettin hot thinkin about it."

"Heh, yeah maybe a 'lil," Josh said before getting quiet for a few moments. "So... what happened to the guy you had in your tank this morning?"

"Still in there, had to crush the little fucker cause he was trying to slow me down when I was after lunch."

"Must be feeling pretty slow right now," Josh said playfully as he gave his belly a squeeze.

"I've still got enough speed in me."

"For what?"

Derek started to lift out of the chair, his enormous belly sloshing as he moved and Josh taking a few steps back to give him room. "To do all the stuff I was thinkin' about when we met."

Josh looked up at him, easily a foot taller. "What kinda stuff were you thinkin' about?"

Derek cupped Josh's chin and leaned down, his stomach resting on the coffee table, the wood creaking at the weight. "How about we go back to the bedroom and I'll show you."

Josh leaned in and kissed him, and Derek kissed him back roughly, grabbing the back of his head and tugging his hair. They stumbled half-blind towards the bedroom as they kissed, knocking over everything in their path. Halfway down the hall Derek pulled off his shirt, and while pinned to the door by Derek's belly Josh dropped his pants.

Derek gave Josh a hard shove when they got to the bed and crawled on top of him, his stuffed belly holding him to the bed. Josh moaned as he rubbed the sides and thrust against Derek's firm gut. He looked to the right and picked up a bottle of lube and squeezed some onto his hand, reaching under Derek's stuffed belly and slicking him up.

"Mmm, hold still," Derek said as he positioned his hips and started to press in.

Josh gripped the sheets and let out a soft moan as he felt Derek push inside of him, "f-fuck that feels good."

"Wait till I get going," Derek said as he pulled back slow and pushed in again.

Josh put his hands on the sides of Derek's overstuffed belly and rubbed gently, arching his back at the feeling of Derek inside of him.

Derek started slow but built up speed fast, slamming Josh so hard he was grunting with each thrust. He slowed for a moment to let him catch his breath. "You know..." he panted, "...earlier when I ate lunch I was thinking about how nice it was to get to eat a meal without fucking him first. And now here I am, fucking someone else anyway."

Josh gripped his belly tight and moaned, "you gonna eat me?"

Derek picked up speed again and Josh gripped his belly tight, "maybe. Haven't... decided."

Josh moaned and ran his hands down Derek's huge belly, "fuck... I'm yours."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," Derek said as he picked up in intensity, "you want me to eat you?"

"F-fuck, yes," Josh panted out as Derek railed him hard.

"Maybe I will, maybe I'll swallow you down after I fill up this tight little ass of yours."

"Please..." Josh gasped as he grabbed the pillow.

"Fuck you feel so good," Derek said panting, "I don't know how much longer... I can go..." he trailed off.

"Mm, do it," Josh moaned, "right inside me, do it."

Derek gripped the sheet hard and let out a low, breathy groan, "fuck man, fuck that feels so good."

Josh felt himself starting to shoot all on the underside of Derek's belly, "f-fuck... cum inside me."

Derek moaned low and started to shoot inside of Josh, thrusting long and slow as he emptied his balls inside of him.

As they both panted, Derek rolled onto his side, his massive belly still shifting as his stomach aggressively churned at its meal.

"Fuck that was good," Derek panted.

"You still wanna eat me?" Josh said with a smile on his face.

"Not... right now," Derek said as his stomach groaned. "No room, and I wouldn't mind a turn at that ass again when I'm not so full."

"I think we can do that," Josh said as he leaned in and kissed him on the lip, "I'll just have to stick around until you get hungry."

How about predator who’s having huge indigestion/belly ache from the person he ate, and he’s struggling very much with hiding his belly because prey is melting much longer than he expected?

this got very long, so I'm gonna have to write a second part another time. I liked this idea, and I thought it would be kind of a hot twist for the pred to get caught and have to eat the person who figured them out. I hope you like it!

Derek sighed and stretched, the warm water of the shower running down his distended, shaking belly. A hot shower after choking down a hookup always felt amazing, and this one was putting up a huge fight.

He sighed and patted the sides of his belly, "hey, shhh, it's okay, you're gonna hurt yourself fighting like that."

The man in his stomach yelled something he couldn't make out, but sounded very angry.

He turned the water off and stepped out, drying off with a towel as he stepped up to the mirror to fix his hair. The smooth surface of the counter was cold as his belly brushed it while he leaned in close to the fogged up glass, making sure to get the part even. He wiped the glass with a towel and stepped back, getting a good look at his stomach.

Derek was 6'11" and built like a brick wall, and his latest lucky meal was a 5'2" twiggy twink he had picked up online. He let out a long burp and gave his belly a rub while he thought to himself, I give him a few hours and no one will know.

He wandered towards the kitchen, his stomach shaking and kicking, and searched the fridge for a beer. When there was nothing in the door he took a deep breath and bent down to check the lower shelves, his meal thrashing as the contents of his stomach went sloshing forward.

Ah FUCK, I forgot to get the beer first!

Absently rubbing the bottom of his gut while leaning on the fridge door, he questioned whether it would be worth an in-and-out at the gas station down the street. The cashier is usually high and it's a weekday... maybe if I wear the baggy hoodie... he was kind sm-

Derek let out a pained moan, his meal had just given him a pretty solid kick. He flexed his abs back hard in response, squeezing his entire core on the man trapped inside until he started to shout.

"Don'tchu fuckin kick me like that again. I can squeeze harder than that, I'll break your fuckin arm. I'm not lettin you out, but I can make this hurt," he said as he gave another mild squeeze with his abs.

He heard a whimper in reply and went to get his big hoodie. Now he needed a beer.

The biggest hoodie in the house barely covered his belly, but it was bulky enough he just looked like he'd had a huge meal if he leaned forward a little. He slipped out, hood up, and tried to quietly slip to his car.

Two steps out, he almost walked directly into his neighbor.

"Oh hey man!"

"Oh, uh, hey Kenny," Derek said, trying not to lose his balance stepping out of the way.

"Really great day out today, it's finally warming up," Kenny said smiling as he turned the key in his apartment door.

"Oh, yeah, yeah it's great. Gotta, uh, go do some stuff."

"You alright man?" Kenny said, pausing before going in.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, just woke up late," Derek lied. He felt his meal shift, pushing into the front of his stomach. He moved his hand to cover the spot and turned around quick, unsure how much Kenny had seen, "I gotta get goin, good to see you man."

"Yeah, you too," Kenny said in a slightly different tone.

Fuck I hope he didn't see that.

Derek put his hands in his pockets and walked across the lot to his car, the heavy weight in his stomach starting to weigh him down. He practically fell down into the seat of his car and leaned back for a moment, rubbing his sore belly. It felt like the guy in there had been doing backflips the whole walk, and his stomach was starting to wake up.

He tried to sit the seat up, but was immediately stopped when his gut pressed hard into the steering wheel. Derek sighed, repositioned the seat, and cranked the car. At least my feet reach the pedals, he thought to himself as his stomach gave an uncomfortable groan.

The entire way to the store, his stomach bubbled and churned as the man inside struggled against his waking digestive system. He parked and leaned back in the seat again, patting his gut as it let out a low, unhappy groan. "Buddy you have got to stop moving so much."

Derek got out and walked inside the almost-empty gas station and headed straight for the beer cooler in the back. He picked up a single 24 pack and felt another rough bump from inside. After a long sigh, he reached down and picked up another and headed for the door, only to be see that the previously empty store was now packed with about a dozen people.

He steeled himself and pushed forward. Two people blocking the first aisle, one person in the second but standing in the dead center... ah, I see a path, he said to himself as he slipped around a kid spreading out candy bars on the bottom shelf and counting them. He stepped into the next aisle through a gap between them and had to take a quick step back when two kids running through the store almost ran right into him.

His meal gave a solid nudge against one of his organs and he lurched to the side, bumping belly-first into a display rack filled with individually wrapped muffins. As it tipped Derek tried to catch it, but his newly-weighted stomach knocked him off balance and he lost his footing, hitting the ground alongside it, plastic wrapped sweets sliding across the floor.

Derek was dazed and blinked a few times to get his bearings as he tried to stand, but couldn't quite do a full sit-up.

"You alright, mate?"

Derek looked to the side and saw a hand reached out. The man reaching out was tall, decently built, and had a thick aussie accent.

Oh fuck, he's hot

He took the man's hand and stood up, picking up the stand with his other hand and setting it back where it went.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," Derek managed to put together.

"Yeah you took a hard fall there mate," the man said as he picked up a few muffins off the ground.

Derek realized everyone in the store had just watched him wipe the fuck out, including this incredibly hot man who was now helping him clean up.

Oh no, he's hot

"Y-yeah, just lost my balance there," Derek said as he picked up a few muffins too and set them back on the display.

Unthinkingly, Derek stood up to full height as the man turned around and looked up at him. He froze while putting a muffin back, his mouth slightly open.

"You uh. Glad you're good. Good you're uh, on your feet," the stranger said with a very familiar look.

Derek smiled, suddenly a lot less embarrassed. The man had a handsome face, a thick blonde mustache with dark brown eyes, and the tanktop he was wearing showed off nice arms and a cute beer belly. He seemed so tall from the ground, but now Derek could see he was at least a foot taller than the man.

"I'm uh Joshua. Josh. I'm Josh."

Derek's stomach gave a low grumble as his meal shifted again, rippling the surface of his hoodie.

Josh's eyes widened and Derek grabbed both cases of beer. "I gotta go," Derek said, taking a step forward.

"W-wait!" Josh said, taking a step in front of him, "I uh.. do you.." he started. He lifted his arm and scratched behind his head while he tried to form the words and Derek did everything he could to stop from darting his eyes right to his pit. His stomach let out another groan and the movement under his hoodie was obvious this time.

"Do you want to go to dinner? I uh. Can bring a friend," he said, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

It took a second for what he was asking to process, but when it did Derek's eyes widened. "Oh, uh, yeah. I'd like that."

His stomach let out another gurgle, like water flowing through a pipe, and someone looked over from the next aisle. "I gotta get going though."

Josh took out a pen and wrote a phone number on the side of Josh's beer box. "Just uh. Y'know, gimme a text."

Derek smiled and went over to the line, his stomach starting to pick up in intensity. He could feel it starting to squeeze and fill with juice by the way it sloshed when he walked. He leaned forward to hide the movements under the jacket as he waited for the person in front of him to pay, his stomach making increasingly loud, increasingly wet groans.

The person in front of him took his receipt and looked at Derek as he passed, clearly unhappy with the noise. He put up both cases on the counter and set his card against the chip reader, using his other hand to lean on the counter. The constant weight in his stomach was starting to turn from a dull ache to a steady pain as he heard the card reader beep.

"Keep the receipt," he said as he took the cases and slipped out the door.

...

When he got home, he set both cases down on the couch and kicked his shoes off to the side. His stomach ached and he was ready t-

The doorbell rang.

Oh my god please let me sit, he thought to himself.

He looked through the peephole and saw Kenny. Oh fuck, he saw.

After taking a deep breath, Derek opened the door.

"Hey man, what's up?" Derek said quickly.

"Hey man, can I come in for a sec?"

"Y-yeah, sure, why?"

Kenny stepped inside, "hey, y'know, we've been neighbors for a while, right? I uh, I see stuff. I see guys go in, I see... only you come out. I'm not dumb, I know what's goin on. I know where all the protein for that bulk comes from," he said laughing.

Derek was silently staring down at him.

Kenny stopped laughing and his smile dropped. "Look man, I got stuff in my apartment I don't want the cops going through. You can't be going out all..." Kenny mimed having a bloated stomach and Derek felt a bead of sweat running down his neck.

"All what, Kenny?"

Kenny froze, locking eyes with Derek. He reached for the doorknob but Derek was fast, grabbing him by the wrist so hard it hurt.

"A-Ah! Dude stop, stop! It doesn't have to be like this!"

Derek let go of his wrist and shoved Kenny down the hall. He turned the deadbolt and tossed his sweatshirt on the couch as Kenny stood up and tried to get his balance. He looked up and froze when he saw Derek approaching, the distinct shape of a man still shifting just underneath the muscles of his stomach.

"O-oh fuck. I-is... dude what the fuck."

The man struggled inside Derek's body, kicking and yelling. Derek could make out one word: "run."

Kenny crawled backwards until he hit the wall. When the meal in Derek's stomach gave another hard kick to his kidney, he flexed his abs hard, the vein in his forehead popping out. Kenny's blood ran cold when he heard a sickening crunch.

"Should have minded your own business, man."

Kenny tried to make a dash for the door, but Derek reached down and grabbed him by the neck, slamming him into a wall.

"Here man, since you're so curious," Derek said as he shoved Kenny to his knees and pushed his belly against the side of Kenny's head, "have a listen."

Kenny struggled and tried to push Derek back, but he was stronger than he could have imagined. He grabbed Kenny by the neck again and lifted him to his feet.

"I think his name started with an 'A'," Derek said as he made a strange face. His stomach gurgled and a few seconds later he coughed up a slimy, half-digested wallet. He opened it and looked at the license inside and showed Kenny, "I was right! His name was Aaron." He popped the wallet back into his mouth and swallowed it, forcing Kenny to watch as his throat bulged when it went down effortlessly.

"You know, it's so nice not to have to fuck my meal first for a change. You wanna know a secret?"

Kenny was too stunned to speak and just gasped.

Derek leaned in and whispered in his ear, "do you wanna know a secret?"

Kenny let out a sob and shook his head.

"Well I'll tell you anyway. Men taste so much better when they're afraid. Are you afraid?"

Kenny nodded and let out another sob.

"You should be. I'm going to digest you alive."

"P-please," Kenny said sobbing again.

"It's gonna hurt the whole time."

Kenny panicked and tried to fight back but barely shook Derek's arm.

Derek changed his grip and lifted Kenny by the back of the neck with one hand and grabbed one leg with the other. He put the first foot in his mouth - shoe and all, and swallowed while he grabbed the other foot. He bent Kenny over as he started to drag him in, his knees scraping Derek's teeth.

"No, no no no! NO!" Kenny screamed as he tried to swing a punch. He missed every swing as Derek turned him, forcing his legs to cross as he continued to descend down Derek's throat. He was at his waist and Derek straightened up, speeding up the processes as gravity started to do most of the work.

"You can't do this! You can't! DON'T DO THIS!"

He pushed against Derek's face, but his throat was too strong as the steady pull of his esophagus and hard pulses from forceful swallows dragged him deeper. When he felt teeth on his chest, Kenny pushed hard on Derek's shoulders but he wouldn't budge, and a hard gulp pulled him in so far his arms could no longer bend all the way down.

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!" Kenny screamed as Derek gave another swallow, bringing Kenny's head into his jaws.

"SOMEONE PLEASE! HE'S EATING ME! PL-" Kenny's voice was suddenly muffled as Derek took another swallow, dragging his head into his throat. A few more gulps and all that remained outside were his hands. Derek walked over to the couch before the final swallow and plopped down. He gave one last very difficult gulp and felt Kenny's fingers disappear into his body.

As Kenny's body slipped under his rib cage and into the wider part of his stomach, Derek felt his entire center of gravity change. He pulled the lever on the couch to pop out the chair and leaned back as he felt Kenny's hand slip past the valve to his stomach, sealing him in permanently.

Kenny began to thrash as Derek turned on the TV and cracked open a beer. He chugged half the can and gave his enormous belly a rub. "Shouldn't've gotten involved bud."

Derek leaned his chair forward slightly so he could see over his gut, but after a few minutes of watching Kenny struggle and fight he leaned back again to watch.

He looked over at the box of beer cans and remembered Josh. He reached for his phone and punched in the number, hoping Josh wouldn't block him for calling.

"Hey it's Josh."

"Hey, it's Derek, from earlier."

"Oh, hey, didn't uh. Didn't expect you to call."

"Yeah uh. Well earlier you asked if I wanted to uh. Have dinner."

Derek blushed a little when he heard the voice on the other line laugh softly, "yeah, you feeling hungry mate?"

"Oh, well, I ate a pretty big meal."

"Yeah I remember you looked pretty full when I saw you earlier."

Derek grinned, "I mean I ate again just a minute ago."

Josh laughed, "Twice in one day?"

"Yeah, I didn't think I would be able to but I got it down. I was wondering if you want to come over for uh... dessert."

"Mate I'll level with you, I'm bad at the double-meaning thing, you askin if I want to come over for a good fuck?"

Derek laughed hard, "yeah, pretty much."

Josh laughed back, "alright yeah that sounds fucking great. Text me your address."

"Alright, see you in a bit then."

Derek texted Josh the address as Kenny thrashed in his stomach. He leaned back and finished off his beer, stretching as his stomach gurgled happily.

Part 2 Coming Soon!

[babbushka]

Its sin day!!! Hip Hip Hooray! Thank you! this is a highlight of my week. My Dear, Mrs, Z. If the muse takes you there, can we please get the reader sitting on Clyde Logans face? Im feeling a little nasty today. Only if you feel inspired.

(1k; face riding/oral sex, a real fun time)

You’re spending time together in the kitchen preparin’ a real nice lunch, when Clyde lets out a thoughtful sigh from his spot at the cuttin’ board. He’s been real quiet all mornin’, and that ain’t somethin’ out of the ordinary for Clyde, but still, you have a feelin’ that somethin’s on his mind and you don’t ever want to pressure him to let it out before he’s ready. It looked like now though, he was ready, havin’ let the thoughts sit in that handsome head of his for too long.

“Darlin’?” He asks, chewing on the inside of his cheeks as he carefully slices carrots into pretty ribbons.

“Yeah big bear?” You act as if you ain’t been waitin’ for him to tell ya all mornin’, giving him easy eyes, an encouraging smile.

“Do ya think I’m…simple minded?” He asks, and you frown. That sure as shit wasn’t what you’d been expectin’, and anger begins to boil up in your blood at the idea of someone being so cruel to your man.

“Who the fuck said that?” You ask in return, puttin’ your hands on your hips in that way that’s got Clyde fightin’ a smile. He’s always known you to be feisty, an absolute firecracker.

“We was tellin’ Joe all’a ‘bout the robbery and he said somethin’ along them lines. I think he meant it as a compliment.” Clyde shrugs. He knew Joe didn’t mean it in any bad way or nothin’, but it wasn’t sitting right with him, made him self-conscious in the way that words can always do.

“You’re one of the smartest people I know, Clyde, I mean that.” You say even as you’re puttin’ your own veggies and knife down, walkin’ over to the sink and washin’ your hands, moving around the kitchen as if you’re gearin’ up to go somewhere. “Ain’t nobody gonna make you feel otherwise, not on my watch.”

“Where’re you goin’ sweetheart?” Clyde follows you around, catches you around the middle before you can go put your shoes on.

“To pay Mr. Bang a visit and tell him what for.” You’re frownin’ and the look is so cute on your face that Clyde can’t help but feel a little lighter. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck and sighs.

“Naw you don’t gotta do that – but there is somethin’ you could do…if you’re wantin’ to cheer me up ‘n all.” He suggests.

It doesn’t take long to figure out what he means, not with the way his hand reaches down down down your body, pushes through your panties and rubs at the hot skin of your lower stomach.

“Oh yeah?” Your bad mood drops immediately, replaced with the swoop of excitement as Clyde only hums out a yeah against your neck.

In ten minutes flat, you’ve got him laid up on the couch on his back, your knees straddling his face as he eats your pussy out like he’s a dyin’ man and this is his last meal. You didn’t bother to get naked, not yet anyway, not in your haste, but he did tear your panties clean off of your hips, tore it straight through the middle to kiss and suck and lick at your cunt.

“Yes! God – oh shit Clyde, Clyde honey – yes!” Your head is tipped back as you ride his mouth, his chin, his nose rubbing right up against your clit as he smacks the back of your thigh, makes you yelp out and clench down around his tongue.

“Mmm,” He moans, smears the words into your cunt, lets you feel the vibrations all the way up into your stomach, makes your bones rattle, “Bounce on my fuckin’ face baby.”

And you do, you do you do you do, rockin’ back and forth on his face, your hands grasping at your own tits and squeezing them, rolling your nipples between your fingers to get all your nerves on fire as your body quakes above him.

His hand alternates between holdin’ your hips steady and grabbing or smacking your ass, his other arm hooked around your thigh to keep you from accidentally buckin’ your hips too far and slidin’ off of him. His cock is rock fuckin’ solid in his shorts, and every accidental movement of his own hips and thighs has him groaning into your pussy from the friction of his boxers against his dick.

“Yesyesyesyesyes! Oh – oh – ah!” You gasp, not afraid to be loud, not afraid to shout out his name. You’re all the way out in the middle of nowhere in the woods, after all, no neighbors for as far as the eye can see. You can afford the volume, especially when he goes and starts suckin’ on your clit real hard, tugs it between his lips.

He’s moaning, precious thing, and if you had any energy to spare you’d be thinkin’ about how good he is, how he’s gonna get rewarded for swallowin’ all your come. His eyes are rolled back into his head and his toes are curled against the cushions of the couch and it makes your heart stutter that he loves this, he loves eatin’ your pussy, loves the feeling of your thighs caging his head.

“Clyde! Aw honey, oh!” You shout as your cunt spasms around him, coming so hard and so suddenly that you stumble forward a little, have to brace yourself on the armrest of the couch, your eyes squeezing tight and your hips rolling in desperate attempts for him to lick and suck your folds through it.

He does, your perfect husband, he does, tightens his grip on your ass and pulls you even closer down onto his mouth, desperate to drink up every last drop that you gush all over him.

When you both calm down for half a minute, you grin and fall backwards onto the couch, your ankles by his head. He turns and kisses the arch of your foot, lifts his hand up and lays it on your pussy, thumb swirling lazy circles on your clit as your body shudders under the attention.

“Feelin’ better yet?” You ask with a great big smile, and Clyde huffs out a little laugh.

“I dunno, might need to go another round to find out.” He raises a brow and you bite your lip and nod, laughing happily, blissed the fuck out, when he surges forward and buries his face into your cunt again.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Sold. Pt 5

Summary. Reader is bought by Dabi and he is not what she expected.

You fell asleep in Dabis arms after the fighting. Leaving him awake to be angry at himself . He lit a cigarette puffing with a grunt . Dammit. He thought he got rid of the damn add the night before bringing you home . Maybe youll feel better at the League. Atleast he hoped you would. He placed his cigarette in the ash tray and was about to fall asleep when his phone went off.

“God dammit.” He felt around the bed throwing a pillow to find his phone.

‘so you got to her before me?’

Dabi turned his phone off dropping it on the bed . He rolled over with you in his arms squeezing tight

••

In the morning you woke up to Dabi poking your forehead. You squinted at him and rubbed your right eye groaning lightly. You saw Dabi smiling at you, moving the hair from your face lightly . Okay you admit it.. it was nice waking up to Dabi... even if he smelled like cigarettes . His smile had some kind of hold on you , you loved it . Even if he was a villain , he treated you better than anyone ever did.

“When are we leaving.. are you sure i can.. go.”

“Yes puppy, and when you get that cute butt up we are -oof.” You crawled ontop of him squeezing tight.

Dabi ran his fingers down your back talking low. “Aww.. is my puppy still upset?”

“Maybe.”

Dabi sat up with you on his lap cupping your cheek. “No need to be upset. I promise”

You leaned into his warm palm staring into his blue eyes. His smirk pissed you off to no end. So sure of himself. So confident in everything he did. Before you had been baught by him you always heard the news talking about him, his quirk, how mysterious he was and how dangerous he could be. Dabi cooed at you rubbing the edge of his nose against yours breaking you out of your trance.

“What cha thinkin bout?”

“Nothing.”

“Mmmmhm. “

“Can we just go.”

“I told you puppy. Once you get that cute butt up.”

You wiggled out of his grip getting up giving him your back, arms folded. Dabi smiled laying his head on your butt sighing. “Mmm. Maybe 20 more minutes.” He poked at it. You rolled your eyes groaning , a smile on your face.

••

You had to hold onto Dabis arm on the walk to the hideout so no passing villains would grab you and take you away from him. Every step made you anxious about the League. Would they like you? What did they see you as ?

Dabi stopped at the door of the hideout to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your neck. You tilted your head for him feeling a smile creep up against your neck .

His kisses were tingly, sending a nice warmth from your neck down to your chest. His fingers traveled up to the hem of your pants dipping under lightly. Dabi nibbled at your ear while lightly scratching just above your panties . “Oh puppy...”. He scratched lower hitting you panties making you gasp and wiggle out of his grasp hitting the door.

“ aww... puppy.”

You shot him a look feelimg around for the doorknob twisting it and going in. Dabi rolled his eyes following you walking infront of you to open the second door. It was not what you expected.

Kurogiri looked up from behind the couch, he seemed to be watching Shigaraki play on his switch. Toga looked up squealing. She jumped over the bar going straight to you pulling you in. Dabi rolled his eyes closing the doors. “Hey hey im here. “ he said slowly, making his way to his Leader.

“Did you get my text?” Shigaraki asked not looking up from his switch.

The talking fadded from your ears as Toga dragged you to her room sitting on the floor with you. You glanced all around her room seeing lots of knives and blood viles, a bed with a pretty blanket a dresser and a mirror.

“Hi!! Im toga!!”

“Uh.. pup-y/n. My name is y/n . Your hair is really pretty.”

Toga got red in the face hugging you tightly. “Eee thank you so is yours!! Wanna do each others hair?!?”

You leaned into her chuckling . “ sure, ive never had a girls day before.”

Toga pulled you up bringing you to her bedand grabbing some hair stuff wiggling behind you. For a villain she was not so bad. A very happy girl she seemed. She asked what it was like to live with Dabi and if he was nice to you. You shrugged while Toga braided your hair .

“Yeah. Id say so. He got me girly body wash so ..”

“Aww!!! He was so excited to bring you home!”

“He..? He was?” You looked back.

“Yep!! I think hes lonely. Me now!” She wiggled to your front sitting on your lap.

You undid her hair buns and began to work on her hair. Dabi was... lonely?

••

“Did you get my text?”

“No my phones off.” Dabi said sitting down with a groan and pulling a pack of smokes from his pocket.

“Well can you read it?” Shigaraki asked looking up.

Dabi lit a cigarett with his thumb . “Cant you tell me? Im here.”

“I dont feel like it”

Dabi rolled his eyes biting into his smoke to reach into his back pocket fetching his phone.

“Dabi?”

“Yes Giri?” The phone flashed on

“How have you been since you took that girl in”

“Better. “He glanced down reading the text. “Its just information on a job mop head.”

“Dont lose it.” Shogaraki spat out looking back down at his switch.

Dabi rolled his eyes seeing a +1 on the mail screen. He tapped it and bit down hard on the cigarett.

‘Lets talk. Maybe i can buy her from you. Ill be at the usual place.’

Dabi got up shoving his phone in his pocket. “Ill be back. Keep an eye on my puppy for me.”

“Do i have to take her for walks?” Shigaraki mocked

“Nope. Thats my job. “ he left without saying goodbye to you, a angry look on his face.

••

Dabi did not want to see this guy. He was bad news, but no one knew that side of him. Everyone saw him as a Hero. He hid it well. But Dabi knew, he knew of the things he had done. He was actually the one who showed Dabi the add on you. After hearing what he wanted to do to you, unspeakable things. He had to get to you first. He had seen what this Hero had done to helpless girls, where he kept them. He couldint let that happen again.

Dabi slipped into a old run down building , no furture, just chains hooked to the walls in rows of three. The walls were cracked and stained with blood giving off a unsettling mood. He made his way down the hallway following the feathers to see a lazy boy arm chair and big red wings facing a window. He could hear crying but it was quickly silenced with a feather. A groan came from the body getting up out of the chair. He turned to face Dabi , spreading his wings.

“Hey Dabi, glad you could make it. Excuse the .. mess” he gestured to the girl on the floor.

Dabi stepped back trying not to look. “What do you want Hawks.”

“Oh im sure you know.. lets talk business”

@bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love some shiggy bb.

A/n. Holy crud i finally updated this

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[seancamerons]

soooooooooooo i know no one asked for this but here is MY personal ranking of fave britney tracks by album from the top is my favorite and going down are my bottom songs or least listened to tracks lmao warning: you might disagree but this is all for fun (: who wants to do theirs? tagging @fredsythe i wonder what your ranks would be ! 

BABY ONE MORE TIME (one of my FAVES)

Born to make you happy

Deep in my heart

I'll never stop loving you

Sometimes

Thinkin about you

Autumn goodbye

I will be there

Stop remix drive me crazy

Album you drive me crazy

Email my heart

...baby one more time ( i always hate the lead single sorry it gets played to death)

sodapop

The beat goes on (is deadlast cuz it suuuucks)

OOPS ALBUM (this album is a wholeass bop not one bad track)

Don’t go knocking on my door

What u see is what you get

Don't let me be the last to know

Can’t make you love me

Stronger (has always been a fave)

One kiss from you 

Lucky

Where are you now?

Oops (oops why is this so low when this song is so famous? I have no clue just go with it)

I can’t get no satisfaction 

When your eyes say it

Dear diary 

BRITNEY album

lonely

Anticipating

Boys

Cinderella

Bombastic Love

What it’s like to be me

I Run Away

I love rock n’ roll

Overprotected

Thats where you take me

Slave 4 u (iconique)

Boys remix

Darkchild remix of overprotected 

When i found you

Before the goodbye

Let me be

Not a girl not yet a woman (didn’t age well cuz she is definitely a woman not a lil girl anymore)

IN THE ZONE 

showdown

i got that boom boom

shadow

the hook up

breathe on me

toxic

me against the music

outrageous

the touch of my hand

brave new girl

early mornin'

everytime

BLACKOUT aka the hardest decisions for me like i can’t believe i did it!! My fave album hah

break the ice

ooh ooh baby

perfect lover

get naked ( i got a plan)

heaven on earth

Hot as ice

get back

piece of me

radar

gimme more

toy soldier

everybody

freakshow

why should i be sad

CIRCUS

Unusual you

Lace and leather

Blur

Mmm papi 

phonography

If you seek amy

Kill the kights

Womanizer

Out from under

circus

Mannequin 

Rock me in

Radar doesn’t rly count bc its from blackout and yeah

My baby

FEMME FATALE - omg also hard

How i roll

Seal it with a kiss

Drop dead beautiful

Up n down

Hold it against me

gasoline

Trouble for me

Inside out

He about to lose me

criminal

Till the world ends

I wanna go

Selfish

Trip to your heart

Big fat bass

Dont keep me waiting

BRITNEY JEAN (is my least favorite album - fun fact. I have like no favorite songs except tik tik boom and shit)

Tik tik boom

Perfume

It should be easy

Body ache

Work bitch

Passenger

Alien

Dont cry

Brightest morning star

Hold on tight

Now that i found you

Chillin with you (need i have to explain?)

Last but not least - GLORY

Slumber party feat tinashe (for once a actual single is my top)

liar

Man on the moon

invitation

Make me ooooooooh

better

swimming in the stars

Private show

Do you wanna come over

Love me down

clumsy

Just like me

Hard to forget you

Just love me

If im dancing

Coupure electrique

havent heard matches yet? im terrible

[gingerwritess]

Father’s Day is coming up. I think Loki needs to experience massage therapy 😬

massage therapy…from a kids’ hands, right??

ok i had no time to write anything but as dad!loki central i absolutely could NOT let father’s day pass without giving our favourite dad a little love. so enjoy this tiny lil blurb.

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Fatherhood has turned the god of mischief into quite the cuddler.

Surprising, really, considering it had taken nearly five months of dating to even convince him that it was okay to hug you when he felt like it.

But Loki’s had a rough couple of days lately, and cuddling is the last thing on his mind. It’s hard to think of the god with an office job, but his day-to-day “avenging” has gotten ridiculously complicated—Asgard is starting to ask questions about things like the United Nations.

Never thought intergalactic diplomacy would be a thing, but here we are.

He’s been working late, spending his days here and in Asgard with his brother trying to figure out how a beneficial relationship between realms might work, but he’s always so exhausted by the time he gets home that you don’t get to hear much about it before he drags you to bed and knocks out.

Today, though, is Father’s Day, and you convinced Elliot to stay quiet for a couple more hours in the morning (bribery may have been involved) just so Loki could sleep a little later.

Elliot’s being quiet, you’ll give him that much.

He quietly sneaks into your room early in the morning, quietly climbs over you, quietly slips under Loki’s arm and nestles between the two of you.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers when you groggily roll over to blink at him, “I’ll be quiet. Just missed ya.”

Unable to say no to that, you wrap an arm around the kid and scoot a little closer, hugging him in a tight little Elliot sandwich as Loki subconsciously tightens his hold on his son.

A little smile tugs at Elliot’s lips as his eyes flutter closed.

It’s funny. You can actually feel your heart melt.

When you wake up who knows how much later, there’s a foot in your stomach and a hand in your face—Elliot’s foot, you figure out, Loki’s hand.

He’s practically sideways now, drooling onto Loki’s back and hugging his waist tightly. You brush some of his curls out of his eyes, smiling at his squished little face, and Loki flips his head over on his pillow.

“Don’t wake him yet,” he murmurs, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. “He’s warm.”

You scoot towards him and brush your lips over his. “Sure thing. Happy father’s day, Loki.”

“Mmm.”

You bite back a laugh and kiss him again, lifting Elliot’s leg out of your way as he shifts, mumbling something in his sleep and rolling over.

“G’mornin, dad,” he yawns, rubbing his eyes. “Happy dad’s day, I stayed quiet for you.”

“Well, thank you.” Loki chuckles and shifts around to give him a hug, drawing him into his chest and planting a kiss on his head. “How did you know just what I wanted?”

“Nuh uh, that’s not your gift!”

“Please tell me you didn’t get me anything else, we’ve been over this…”

Loki’s not a fan of gifts. He’s made it quite clear that he’d much rather have experiences and create memories and spend time with the people he loves over being given a physical object.

But Elliot bounces up off of Loki and spreads his arms wide, and you can’t help but be a little scared—last time he said he had a present for Loki, the gift was a snowstorm in the living room.

It took about a week and a half for the couches to fully dry, but hey, they had a couple good snowball fights between the kitchen counter and the couch.

“M’gonna relief your stress.”

“Excuse me?”

Elliot claps his hands together and grins at your confused faces. “Mom said you’re real stressed out. So I’m gonna help you!”

“And how do you intend to do that?”

He waves his fingers in Loki’s face, then jumps on him to throw his arms around his neck. “With magic, duh.”

Loki catches your eye over Elliot’s shoulder, eyes wide. “…is your mother in on this plan as well?”

You shrug and shake your head as Elliot gives a firm “nope!”

Wonderful.

“Okay, first part’s a massage.”

Loki blinks. “Oh dear.”

May be best if you just sit back and let the five year old imagination have control of the situation. You sit up and scoot out of the way, grinning at the confusion and fear on Loki’s face as Elliot instructs the god to lay on his stomach.

“Mom said this’s the best way to relax,” he explains—you don’t remember saying that, but okay, sure, Elliot. “No thinkin’ ‘bout work right now, ‘kay??”

Loki reluctantly agrees, his face buried in a pillow and he reaches blindly for your hand. “Yes, your majesty. Will this treatment be assisted by your mother, by any chance?”

Elliot glances over at you. “I don’t think so—”

“Mmhm,” you cut in, squeezing Loki’s hand and leaning over to plan a smooch on Elliot’s forehead. “I’ll give him a follow-up massage tonight, sound good?”

“Sounds wonderful to me,” Loki pipes up, voice muffled in the pillow. “What does that include?”

“Maybe a bath, if you’re good.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Yeah, mom can help!” Elliot gives an oblivious laugh and stands up, arms waving as he keeps his balance on the mattress. “Ready, dad?”

“Ready for what—NORNS ALIVE, CHILD—”

Elliot just jumped on his back.

He giggles and sways to regain his balance, standing carefully on Loki’s back.

“Elliot!” You reach for him but Loki waves you away, wheezing for breath. “You can’t do that, you could hurt him!”

“I didn’t mean—sorry,” Elliot whispers, eyes going wide in fear. “Nothing hurts you, right?”

“I’m fine.” Loki chokes out a laugh. “A bit of warning would have been appreciated, I’ve never had a…massage by foot before.”

“You just gotta rub out the muscles, right?” Elliot wiggles, his heels digging into Loki’s spine and ripping a pained grunt from under him.

“Please be careful,” you warn, giving Loki’s hand another reassuring squeeze. “I kinda need this one.”

“It’s fine, Elliot. This is very—oof—relaxing.”

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hope you enjoyed, feel free to send me ideas!

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[abitnotgoodiebag]

Thinkin’ About You

Title: Thinkin’ About You

Square Filled: U3 - Promise

Warnings: PWP, fluffy smut, terrible innuendo, terrible everything

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

Word Count: 3,408

Summary: Each day that he spends around Sam passes by too fast and each night that he spends without him is longer than the last.

Link to AO3

Thinkin’ About You

It has been 50 hours since Bucky had seen Sam and he doesn’t know how much more time apart he can take.  Ever since that night after the Unsnappening Celebration, he and Sam have been practically glued together (the odd work thing keeps them apart for a few hours at most). Until now.  Bucky and Yo-Yo (who Sam still pretends to like even though Bucky could tell Sam wants to pee all over him at any mention of her) have been sent to New Mexico to track down one of the last known Hydra officers identified in Project Insight and the bastard is proving difficult to find.  He and Sam are forced to communicate mainly via text and Bucky is not happy about it (although he has been brushing up on his gif game). Sighing, he drops his head onto the scratchy pillow of the bland safehouse he and Yo-Yo have been assigned too. This bed is made even more terrible by the fact that Sam Wilson is not in it with him.  His phone vibrates in his hand and he stares at the latest messages in the thread.

TooCanSam: why do you do this to me?

Bucky bites his lip at the picture that comes through right after.  It’s a super close-up of Sam’s well defined V that leads down to Bucky’s favorite plaything.  The waistband of Sam’s boxers is pushed down, a gap that alludes to (but doesn’t directly show) Sam’s arousal.

Bucky bites his lower lip as he palms his cock through his briefs with his metal arm, twisting the other hand to get the best angle possible for his Sammy.  After his third attempt, Bucky is satisfied enough to send the photo to Sam. Seconds later, his secure StarkPhone chimes a new message.

TooCanSam:  Woah there, hot stuff

TooCanSam:  that eggplant emoji wasn’t lying I see

Bucky chuckled as he typed his own reply.

WeinerSoldier: you should know this dick never lies sammy😏

TooCanSam: goddamnit

TooCanSam: I miss you Buck

Bucky immediately thinks of that scene in the movie he and Sam watched last month.

WienerSoldier: my name is buck

WienerSoldier: & I like to fuck

He snorts in amusement, still absentmindedly stroking his cock through his underwear, rocking his knees side to side waiting for Sam’s reply.

TooCanSam : facepalm.gif

TooCanSam: Why are you like this?

TooCanSam: We can never just have a moment

WienerSoldier:  you insisted on tarantino day birdie

WienerSoldier:  2 more days tops

WienerSoldier:  one more pic???

WienerSoldier:  pr plz

Bucky waits with bated breath for Sam’s response.  As soon as his phone buzzes, Bucky is transfixed by the image he sees.  Sam’s briefs are not even in the frame anymore. There is nothing but smooth brown skin across the screen.  Sam’s dick is fully hard curving up and slightly to the right in the way that makes Bucky’s mouth water. Sam’s hand is cradling his balls and Bucky wishes for nothing more than to be home in their bed running his tongue over every single inch of it.

WeinerSoldier : droolface.gif

WeinerSoldier: baaaabe

WeinerSoldier: i wish i was there sucking your cock rn

TooCanSam: O yea?

TooCanSam: That definitely makes 2 of us…

Bucky bites his lip, taking a quick selfie (he knows Sam loves it when he’s all flushed with his eyes half-lidded) and sends it to Sam before shucking his briefs and the sweatpants gathered around his knees.  He glances toward the door, listening to guarantee that Yo-Yo isn’t up and around their current safehouse. He hears nothing and lays back on his pillow and runs his hand down his stomach. He imagines Sam’s hands on his body and lets out a breath as his hand reaches his cock.  Two strokes later, pre cum is leaking from the tip and Bucky spreads it around his cockhead, making it shine in the light of his lamp. He snaps a photo with his left hand and quickly sends it.

WeinerSoldier: guess I have to take care of this myself…

Bucky closes his eyes and begins stroking himself with purpose.  His grip tightens and he speeds up his rhythm, not needing anything but a quick release.  He’ll save the long drawn out shit for when he’s at home and wrapped up in Sam. His phone drops to the bed as he sticks two of his metal fingers into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly.  He slides his left hand underneath his balls, giving them a quick tug before reaching further back. He runs a blunt finger slightly thicker than his natural ones over his hole, whimpering softly at the touch.  There are definite advantages to having an arm made of vibranium and one of them was that fingering himself was always a delight. He slowly pushes inside, enjoying the unyielding vibranium, slightly cooler than his internal temperature.  Pretty soon his finger is thrusting in tandem with his right hand’s strokes bringing him right to the edge of climax. He imagines Sam fucking into him and shoves his finger as deep as it will go again and again. He groans and squeezes his dick as his orgasm hits, arching his back in pleasure as his hand is coated in his release.  He vaguely hears his phone vibrate and he sighs, looking for something to wipe himself off with. He grabs his discarded briefs and hurriedly cleans himself off before checking to see what Sam has said.

TooCanSam : 05222024_2316.mp4

Bucky opens the video only to be greeted by a loud moan from Sam.  The video is shaky but Bucky can see Sam’s hand moving fast bringing himself off.  Unlike Bucky, Sam has their entire apartment to himself and can be as loud as he likes (and Bucky knows that Sam likes to be heard).  His moan is filthy and Bucky watches as Sam’s abs clench and unclench as he strokes himself hard and fast. Sam speeds up even more as his voice pitches low and rough.  “Fuck, Bucky!” Is the last thing Bucky hears before Sam comes all over himself still stroking pulling every single drop out of his spent cock.

WeinerSoldier: fuck 2 days

WeinerSoldier: im coming home tomorrow and im going to fuck you until you cant walk

WeinerSoldier: i promise.  me, you,

WienerSoldier : fingerinhole.gif

TooCanSam: I can’t wait. Good night, Terminator

WeinerSoldier: good night babe

WeinerSoldier: dream about my dick. c u soon

Bucky puts his phone on its charger on the bedside table and shuts off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Bucky needs to rest, he’s got around 14 hours to capture a nazi and get back to his guy.

————————————–

Bucky runs up the stairs to their building’s door (the very next afternoon, because Bucky doesn’t fuck around when it comes to promising Sam anything) before waving his key card frantically against the sensor.  The door unlocks and Bucky makes straight for their third floor apartment. As he enters, he hears nothing but silence.

Bucky pauses in the entry after toeing off his shoes, confused by the lack of music inside.  There are no lights on, if Bucky didn’t know any better, he’d think there was nobody home. A tiny noise from the kitchen catches his ear and he’s off immediately, desperate to see Sam again.

Sam is there bending over in front of the open refrigerator (in those goddamn gray, cotton, Polo sweatpants.  Sam knows what those do to Bucky).  Bucky’s stomach is caught by a sharp swoop of lust and He dons a predatory smile. He moves quietly until he’s close enough to grab Sam’s hips and pull him back against his groin.

“Honey, I’m home.” Bucky practically growls, dick hardening against Sam’s oh-so-delectable ass.

Sam yelps in surprise and straightens up immediately, the refrigerator door swinging closed.  Bucky takes advantage of this and pulls Sam flush against his chest and nuzzles his stubble against Sam’s neck as he lazily grinds his hips into Sam’s (glorious, wonderful, exquisite ) cheeks.

“Yes you certainly are.” Sam murmurs as he brings his arm up to tangle his fingers in Bucky’s hair (and damn does Bucky love it when Sam pulls his hair).  He turns his head and Bucky meets him halfway kissing him hungrily, having missed this something fierce. Sam turns around, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s neck enjoying the feel of Bucky’s body flush against his.  Sam bites at Bucky’s lower lip hungrily, before pulling away. A single thread of saliva follows their parting and Bucky chases it back to Sam’s mouth, planting one last lingering kiss on Sam’s lips.

“You keep greeting me like this and might just give a guy a big head.”  Sam teases, stroking Bucky’s broad chest.

Bucky drops to his knees with a gleam in his eye.  “Birdie babe, I will never in my life not be ecstatic to see you.”  Bucky grabs Sam by the hips and yanks them forward, nuzzling the cock hidden by those damn sweatpants.  He breathes in the smell of Sam as his mouth waters in anticipation of what’s to come. Tugging the (thirst trap) pants down in one swift motion, Bucky let’s the weight brush against his cheek before turning and licking lightly at the tip.  Sam groans as Bucky sucks the head into his mouth slowly, swirling his tongue around the slit. He feels Sam’s fingers grip the hair in the back of his head. Without any warning, Bucky sinks down Sam’s entire length until his nose meets Sam’s body.

“Holy shiiiiiiit.”  Sam grunts and grips Bucky’s hair tight sending shocks of pleasure through him.

Bucky hollows his cheeks and hummed.  Sam’s moan stretches out throughout the kitchen, music to Bucky’s ears.  Bucky’s dick is almost bursting out of his jeans and he can barely wait to be inside of this beautiful man.  With one last hard suck, Bucky pulls off Sam’s cock with a loud pop and looks up at Sam through his lashes licking his lips.

“Mmm.”  Bucky hums in satisfaction and Sam’s hungry look.  “Turn around.”

Sam doesn’t hesitate and immediately adjusts his position, placing his palms flat on the counter.  Bucky stares at the ass presented in front of him and licks his lips.  Not having seen Sam in days means this won’t last long, but Bucky can draw it out a little bit.  Bucky wants to sink his teeth into those cheeks and with nothing to stop him, he does. Sucking twin marks in the center of both mounds, Bucky rubs his thumbs along the cleft.

Without further preamble, Bucky spreads Sam open.  At the first touch of Bucky’s tongue, Sam cries out.  Bucky smiles as he works his tongue deeper inside Sam opening him up.  Sam is beyond words and can only whine. Bucky rubs a finger over Sam’s hole and he feels Sam clench slightly around his tongue.  He works the finger alongside his tongue and groans at the feeling Sam’s insides (and Bucky really doesn’t think he can hold himself back any longer).

With one last lascivious lick, Bucky pulls back and slowly gets to his feet, dragging his hands along Sam’s sides as he moves.  Kissing his way from the back of Sam’s neck around to his cheek, Bucky unbuttons his pants and pushes them down. Bucky gently pulls Sam back around to face him once more as he steps out of his dark jeans.  They kiss each other as if they have been separated for years rather than mere days.  

Bucky, flushed with wanting, grabbed Sam’s buns and lifted him up into the air, growling.  Sam quickly wraps his arms and legs around Bucky and smiles in pleasure. Bucky backs up until he feels the table at his back and turns and lays Sam across it reverently (because Sam Wilson is an entire meal).  Frowning at the lack of lube nearby, Bucky grabs the closest thing he sees on the counter, a jar of coconut oil.  Dipping his fingers inside, Bucky quickly coats his cock liberally in the oil. Bucky returns to his position between Sam’s legs.  Sam’s heels come around to dig into Bucky’s back as he strokes his cock along Sam’s opening, not quite pushing inside just yet.

“Are you waiting for a hand-lettered invitation, Buck?”  Sam asks when Bucky does nothing but continue to tease him.

“Can’t a man take his time?”  Bucky asks as he presses just a bit harder, making Sam snort in frustration.

“I could’ve sworn you said you were going to fuck me until I can’t walk.”  Sam grumbles, squirming to try and get Bucky to move closer.

“Mm.”  Bucky hums in acknowledgment.  He pushes just a bit harder, the very tip of the head of his cock pressing inside Sam.  “I did say that didn’t I?”

Bucky sees Sam open his mouth, no doubt to say something especially taunting, and picks that very moment to push his cock slowly inside Sam until he’s fully seated.

The words transform instead into a satisfied moan and Sam reaches out toward Bucky.  Bucky leans forward, grabbing the edge of the table by Sam’s head. He adjusts his angle a bit and Sam clenches around him with a loud cry.

“Oh God, Sammy.”  Bucky pants as he increases the speed of his thrusts, feeling the table scrape against the floor beneath them.  “You’re perfect,” He breathes as he brushes their lips together, barely kissing.

Fingers find their way to Bucky’s scalp causing tingles of pleasure.  Sam pulls harder and Bucky drives so deep the breath is sucked from his lungs.  The table creaks dangerously and Bucky pulls up a bit, pushing against the tabletop to keep up his pounding rhythm.  Sam keens and throws his head back only for it to bang against the composite wood.

A loud crack is the only warning they get before the table can’t support them anymore, but for Bucky it is plenty.  He is able to scoop Sam up easily without disconnecting their bodies and stands there in the middle of the kitchen with their table and its legs strewn about.

Bucky huffs out a laugh along with Sam, their foreheads resting against each other.  The fluttering tightness around Bucky’s dick has his brain quickly refocusing on what they were doing previously.  He thrusts up experimentally and Sam squeezes Bucky with thick thighs, leaning in for a kiss.

It takes Bucky no time at all to find his previous rhythm as he kept a tight grip on Sam’s ass.  Caught right on the edge of orgasm, Sam reaches down between them to wrap a hand around his length. A few pumps later Sam’s heat squeezes Bucky’s own climax from him.  A few stuttered, shallow thrusts and Bucky stills, his pants mingling with Sam’s as they both enjoy the last aftershocks, twitching minutely.

“Well?”  Bucky asks with a smug grin as he squeezes Sam’s ass, “Can you walk to the shower?”

“You know damn well you can feel my legs shaking.”  Sam gripes, then smiles in satisfaction. “Now hurry up and get the water running before we get crusty.”

“10-4, Sammy.”  Bucky carries them down the hallway, completely content.

——————————————-

Feeling extremely sated after their long shower (in which there were many languid kisses and tender touches and Sam definitely used Bucky to lean on), they decide that cooking is definitely not something that is happening that evening.  Not only do they have nowhere to eat the food anymore (Bucky refuses to feel bad about that, plus he didn’t hear Sam complaining at the time), but neither of them has the energy.

Sam’s knees no longer shake when he stands, so they decide that the mexican place 2 blocks over was the best option.  Once out of their building, they crossed through a small park on the way to dinner.

The hostess greets them and leads them to a table near the back of the restaurant so they’re less likely to be bothered (although living in the neighborhood for the past year has cut some of the novelty of seeing the two Avengers so frequently).

“I’m glad you were able to come back so soon,”  Sam says as he grabs his slightly sticky menu. “The whole sleeping alone thing is for the birds.”

“So, for yo-”  Bucky stops with a laugh at Sam’s glare.  “Whatever pigeon, you waddled right into that.”

Bucky and Sam order 15 tacos between the two of them and none survive to become leftovers (Sam and Bucky had worked up quite the appetite).  The food has given them a bit of much-needed energy and Sam decides that they should start shopping for a new table as soon as they get back home.  Bucky makes a mental note to get something much more sturdy than the IKEA furniture they’ve been utilizing. The more Bucky thinks about it as they leave the restaurant, the more he thinks several key pieces of their furniture should probably get upgraded before they inevitably tear it up.

As they walk through the park back to their place, Bucky tugs on Sam’s arm, dragging him over to a nearby picnic table. They sit down on the warped surface in the park leaning into each other.

Bucky sighs, “This is nice.”  While the words are hopeful, Bucky’s tone gives Sam pause.

“It is nice.”  Sam agrees, waiting for Bucky to elaborate.

“I mean this.  Us. It’s nice.”  Bucky gestures between them and ducks his head so Sam won’t see his blush (Bucky can be the most vulgar person but starts blushing at the barest whiff of feelings).  “I like that we’re going to pick a new table for our place.  I like that we’re an ‘us.’  I mean, we’ve been an ‘us,’ but you know–”

Sam rests his head on Bucky’s shoulder smiling broadly.  “I know what you mean, Buck.” Sam’s grin fades slightly.  “Can’t imagine what everyone else is going to say when they find out, though.”

Bucky wraps his arm around Sam, “You know I’ll beat up anyone who says anything sideways, pigeon.”

“I know you will.  That’s not what I’m worried about, Buck.  I’m just-” Sam pauses as his shoulders droop.  “I’m fed up with everybody thinking that they know anything about me or you or any of this.  It’s just a lot of constant noise and it just gets tiring.”

Bucky knows that Sam will probably have it easier without this whole mess.  He knows that they are probably going to have to prepare for the day the story breaks (and knowing them, the story will be breaking sooner rather than later).  They’ve already received a few looks from some of the brass at SHIELD after they disclosed their relationship.  Bucky remembers before, when he was paralyzed with fear at burdening Sam with all of this, but he can’t feel too bad if this is the alternative.  If Sam’s feelings are even half of Bucky’s, then Bucky knows that neither of them could give this up now that they’ve tasted it.  Come what may, Bucky is going to keep Sam as safe and well-loved as he possibly can.

Bucky squeezes Sam’s sad shoulders before getting up off table and pulling a knife from his back pocket.  Sam’s quirks a brow as Bucky goes up to the largest tree surrounding them. Bucky thinks Sam would feel better after a laugh, so tries his best to give him one.  He works quickly, getting the heart and arrow expertly carved into the bark in two minutes.  It’s the initials that Bucky can see Sam trying to work out. He’s gotten the first capital ‘T’ done and is starting on the last line of the slightly crooked ‘P’ when they are startled by the shout of someone else.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT TREE?!”  A man in a tie-dye bandana and cargo shorts screeches from the outer edge of the park as he shakes a fist at them.  Sam hops off the table as he starts running toward them. Bucky grabs his hand, (immensely glad he wore a hoodie so the guy might not have seen his vibranium arm) and they take off down the block laughing the whole way.

The shouts quiet down soon as they make it down the street and around the corner towards their building.

“T & P?” Sam asks as they climb the stairs.

“Terminator and Pigeon, duh.”  Bucky explains. “Plus, we go together like double-ply toilet paper.”

Sam’s facepalm is so loud it echoes down the hallway as Bucky opens their front door, laughing.

[rigginsstreet]

tagged by @seancamerons to rank britney tracks by album which excites me VERY much lol any fellow britney fans following me feel free to do this as well

baby one more time:

from the bottom of my broken heart

i will be there

born to make you happy

you drive me crazy

i will still love you

baby one more time

thinkin about you

deep in my heart

autumn goodbye

soda pop

sometimes

i’ll never stop loving you

the beat goes on

email my heart

oops i did it again:

what u see (is what u get)

one kiss from you

dont go knockin on my door

cant make you love me

lucky

stronger

oops i did it again

dear diary

dont let me be the las to know

(i cant get no) satisfaction

when your eyes say it

where are you now

britney (fucking boptina of an album. my favorite):

cinderella

bombastic love

lonely

overprotected (both versions but darkchild remix slaps harder)

im a slave 4 u

anticipating

i love rock n roll

boys

what its like to be me

let me be

im not a girl not yet a woman

thats where you take me

i run away

before the goodbye

when i found you

in the zone:

showdown

me against the music

brave new girl

breathe on me

shadow

everytime

i got that boom boom

early mornin

touch of my hand

the hook up

toxic

outrageous

blackout

break the ice

toy soldier

freakshow

ooh ooh baby

piece of me

get back

everybody

get naked (i got a plan)

heaven on earth

perfect lover

gimme more

why should i be sad

hot as ice

radar

circus:

shattered glass

out from under

phonography

lace and leather

blur

if u seek amy

womanizer

kill the lights

circus

rock me in

mannequin

mmm papi

unusual you

radar

my baby

femme fatale:

inside out

hold it against me

criminal

gasoline

seal it with a kiss

till the world ends

trouble for me

drop dead beautiful

i wanna go

don’t keep me waiting

he about to lose me

selfish

trip to your heart

big fat bass

up n down

how i roll

britney jean:

perfume

don’t cry

alien

passenger

now that i found you

work bitch

tik tik boom

til it’s gone

hold on tight

brightest morning star

chillin with you

body ache

it should be easy

glory (i just gave this a relisten the other day so ... this ranking might be more accurate than the others since its fresher in my mind lol):

liar

man on the moon (FORGOT WHAT A FUCKING BOP THIS IS)

change your mind

mood ring

swimming in the stars

slumber party

clumsy

love me down

better

what you need

make me

just luv me

hard to forget ya

do you wanna come over

coupure electrique

just like me

invitation

matches

if im dancing

private show

[ixiablogs]

A special night (f2f)

Ixia arrives in a space on the surface, looking around with a smile. He was here with Spade and Brio some time ago... its still pretty as ever.

- Speaking of Spade, the sometimes a skeleton, most of the time a cat monster rears his fluffy face when he sees Ixia. He gives him a grin. 

"hey, bout time you showed up!"

- Ixia smiled sheepishly, putting away the device that let him come here to begin with. 

 "oh, leave me alone im still getting used to working this thing... so, uh, where'd you wanna go again?"

- Spade grins and gestures for Ixia to follow him as he turns and starts walking through this quaint, almost fantasy style town. He leads them to a bar, a little bit busy at this time of night, but not too crowded. 

 "i came back to this line when we hung out and found this place and man, their drinks are super good. they also got food if you dont wanna get trashed."

- Ixia blinks in surprise, humming for a bit as he thinks it over. Last time he got drunk with someone... oh but, no, he has a way to get home and a place thats safe to get back to. It'll be fine. 

"i! think i could use a few drinks, honestly, neheh..."

- Spade's expressions softens a little bit and he nods. 

 "yeah, i totally get that. c'mon." 

 He leads them inside and takes a look around before heading to one of the booths closer to the bar, taking a seat on one end and watching Ixia sit opposite of him. There's two little drink menus on the table they can look through at their leisure. 

 "so... how you been doin? im sorry i kinda.. suck at talkin to ya.”

- "oh, no its okay. im not much better either, hehh...." 

 He picks up one of the menus, flipping through it. 

 "uhm, well... i've been doing okay! i think.. i think ever since i left my home, i've been doing better. it is... weird adjusting though, eheh. the longer im away from home, the more i realize that.... i forgot how to be a person. i forgot how to talk to people.... after all, when you re-live the same week or so over and over and over it... it messes up your head...." 

 Wow, he hasnt even had any drinks yet. Feeling extra vulnerable today he guesses...

- Blink blink. Yeah that! Kinda came outta left field, but Spade's not gonna judge. He just listens and nods along, letting out a little sigh. 

 "i know it aint so easy but you really should just loosen up... i mean, aint no one gonna bite you if you just. talk to them, or just talk online and see who might wanna talk back. you'll be okay though yeah? i think you'll be okay."

-- Ixia blinks at the other, giving him a sheepish grin. 

 "eheh, yeah, i guess you're right...."

-- They exchange meaningless small talk for the next.. however long. They browse and order drinks, Spade talking about which are his favorite, Ixia admiring all the different colors and there were some that glowed?? Wowie.

-- "you knowwwww..." 

Ixia's speech is finally starting to loosen as he finishes his current drink, twirling the glass around. "i rreally like this place.... and not like, just the bar! nyeheh.... this like, town, its so... cute an pretty an nice.... wasp showed me one line, an... an sure it was nice but... mmn.. i might ask pippap about building me a house here...."

-- Spade's ears twitch up curiously. 

 "ooh yeah? sounds pretty nice t'me, and hey, you do whatever's gonna make ya happiest right?" He smiles, warm and friendly.

-- Oh,, he doesnt know why, but It feels like his soul's fluttering a little.

 "mmneheh, yeah! yeah i guess thats true.... i'll hafta do some looking around myself though, i havent seen much of this place actually, an i think it'd be nice..."

-- He chuckles a little, tail idly swishing about. 

 "well hey, maybe sometime when we aint so sloshed, we can go 'splorin round the place. scope out somewhere you might want a house... what kinda house you thinkin of anyhow?"

-- "what, kind? uh... ohh, i guess i havent thought of it much... some kinda, big spacious... cute... oh! oh i'd love to have a nice garden all around... mmm... a big living room, with a fire place.... and a nice kitchen so i can try making my own meals, neheh...." 

 He gets this whistful look on his face as he thinks more about it, losing himself in his thoughts.

-- Spade idly sips at his drink as he watches and listens, a warm feeling in his chest, along with a pained one. 

 "...god, i forgot how cute you could be...." 

 A beat, then a blink. His face flushes red. Shit shit he didnt meant to...

-- Ixia pauses for a second too before giggling, covering his face with one of his hands. 

 "pffnyehheh heh... oh, stop it...."

-- Oh, it was. Well received? His face relaxes, and he goes back to smiling loosely. 

 "hehh, what? its true.... you've always had such a cute face, such a cute laugh...." 

 He idly slides a hand across the table, facing upwards as if to ask for a hand in return. 

 "those are some of the things i really like about you...."

-- Ixia's face flushes more, and his soul flutters harder. Seeing the hand offered to him, he.. hesitates for a moment before placing his own hand on top, both moving in almost sync so their fingers can lace together. He casts his gaze downwards, his expression dropping a little.

 "..dont you mean 'liked'....?"

-- Spade looks Ixia in the eyes, his expression relaxed, but also.. serious. 

 "no," He squeezes Ixia's bony hand. "i mean what i said."

-- His chest tightens and he squeezes Spade's hand back in turn. 

 "but i... im not the same person to you, right?... not anymore...."

-- Spade shrugs a little bit. 

 "i mean, sure, if you wanna get all technical. you're younger, went through less shit, and you even look a little different, but...." 

 He tries to think for a moment, looking at Ixia through half focused eyes, pupils razor thin almost. 

 "that dont mean nothin to me... if you wanna change yer name, change yer whole life, i'd fall for ya again and again, regardless."

-- That look itself is enough to send shivers up his spine, and the words... almost enough to tear his soul apart. Especially when he thinks back to everything Wasp's told him in regard to... to his situation. But those last words... its like Spade kicked open the flood gates, cause he cant hold back his tears.

-- Spade releases Ixia's hand only to come around to his booth and sit next to him, embracing him and holding him tight. 

 "its okay.... just let it all out."

-- Ixia hiccups as he tries to hold back his sobs but when Spade sits next to him and wraps those arms around him he just cant help but bury his face against his chest and just cry. So much pent up emotion finally gets to be released... all his confusion, all his pain, all his doubts. After a few minutes of this, Ixia finds himself feeling a little lighter than when they came in. He sniffles, still as close to Spade as he can possibly be, his head tucked against his chest. 

 "w.. will.. will y-you st.. stay with me?...."

-- Spade nuzzles the top of that skull, a low purr rumbling in his chest and throat. 

 "if you want me to, then yea. i will."

-- Ixia sniffles and nods a little, nuzzling against Spade's chest (and also wiping some of those tears away in the process). When he feels relaxed enough to pull away he lets out a shaky sigh, rubbing at his face. 

 "i... i really am sorry it.. its just been so hard and you, you just... treat me like, well, me an thats... thats all i wanted.... thats all i want...."

-- Spade watches him intently, his tail lightly thumping against the booth. When Ixia finishes talking he reaches out and holds one of his hands again, lacing their fingers together, rubbing his thumb idly against the other’s hand. 

 "its okay... you're okay." He offers him a little smile. "whatsay we get a few more rounds in before we head out. you look like you need em."

-- Ixia sniffles and blushes as Spade laces their fingers together again, managing a little smile in return. 

 "y.. yeah, okay... sounds good to me...." 

 And they do just that, Spade staying next to Ixia all the while as they go through more drinks and even more small talk, but this time... this time, the closeness makes it all the more special. Thats what Ixia thinks at least.

They spend hours together before finally they part ways, both of them knowing their goodbyes wont last for very long. Not now, not after that night. 

[tiava143]

Baby Boy

Chapter: I

Erik Killmonger x Reader

This chapter is lowkey boring.

"Fuuucckk daddy you hittin' my spot, don’t stop!" Malina moaned loud cumming for the second time while she gripped the silk sheets of Erik's bed. He grabbed a handful of herloose weave and pushed her face into the pillow. She was being a little too loud while he thrusted his hips deep into her dripping core. "Shut up bitch you finna wake my peoples up!" He said slapping her ass as his thrusts got sloppier and rougher which meant he was close to cumming.  

'Ayee they betta' call a paramedic in the street I got leverage in the street' played for the seventh time. Whoever the fuck that is gon' have to wait, fuck that. He said to himself trying to get his nut.  "Turn the fuck over bitch." Erik said as he pulled out of her then stroked himself. He watched her intensely with lust in his eyes as she got on her knees in front of him looking up at him with her mouth wide open. "mmm gimme that nut daddy." Malina said as she rubbed her wet and throbbing clit. Erik shoved his dick down her throat, thrusting into her mouth not giving her a chance to breathe before he released down her throat. Erik pulled out of her mouth and grabbed his phone that was blowing up non-stop. Malina got back onto his bed and started to fall asleep. He looked at the screen and it read eight missed calls from 'Baby Girl' with a picture of him, his son Sage and his on and off girlfriend Solana. 'Shit, she about to cuss my ass out.' Erik said to himself running his hand over his face. The phone began to ring in his hand, he answered immediately.  

"Wassuh?" He said catching his breath.

"Don’t wassuh me mothafucka'. Finally, you know how to answer the goddamn phone! Erik what the fuck was you doin'?!" Solana yelled over the phone as her Jamaican accent came out. It only came out when she was starting to get mad.

"First of all, you need to calm the fuck down and realize who the fuck you talkin' to. I ain't one of them weak ass niggas you used to fuck with. And secondly, I was working out in the garage, my phone was in my room." Erik said as he walked into his bathroom and ran the shower.

"Erik you see what time it is, you know I gotta be at work in 30 minutes and don’t forget you got Sage all day today nigga."  She said as she packed their son's lunch since he was going to be spending the day with his dad.

Erik put his hand on his face and sighed in frustration forgetting that today was Wednesday and she worked an early shift. "I aint forget. Im on the way right now man."

"Don't fuckin' make me late nigga! Don’t be making extra stops to your other baby mother's house in my car neither. Bye." Solana said hanging up the phone before he could say another word.

Erik put his phone on his Bluetooth speaker and hopped in the shower to wash up. After he washed up and got out of the shower, Erik put on a fresh pair of briefs and basketball shorts with an all-white t-shirt then put on his gold chain with his father's ring on it and a pair of red & black Air Jordan retro 1s. He sprayed Solana's favorite cologne she loved so much on him. He looked at his dreads that were all over his head making a mental note to have her braid his dreads back later. He walked back into his room and seen Malina knocked out and snoring on his bed. He shook his head then smacked her hard on her thigh to wake her up.

"Aye c'mon you gotta go, I got shit to do so hurry up." Erik said picking up her clothes and throwing them on her face.  

Malina rubbed her eyes and yawned while sitting up then began getting dressed. "Damn nigga why you so hostile, its 7 in the morning."  

Erik clenched his jaw annoyed as he stared at her. "Exactly bitch I got shit to do and you need to bounce."

"I need to call an Uber first, I'll wait here." She said rolling her eyes putting her shoes on.

"No, you not you can wait on the sidewalk or in the middle of the road I don’t give a fuck just not in here so c'mon." He said grabbing keys, phone, wallet and his gold 9. mm and tucking it in the front of his shorts and pulled his shirt down to cover it.

"Ooooo you fuckin' so rude." She said walking out of his room towards the front door. Erik began to walk out of his room behind her and lock his room. He had a lot of valuable things in his room and he didn’t trust anybody.

Malina walked to the other side of the street and took a seat on the cracked curb while calling an Uber. Erik Looked across the street at Malina and started laughing while he got into Solana's 2005 BMW M3 and drove to her Apartment. He blasted all the old Mac Dre classics while pulling up to her apartment. Erik grabbed his phone and called her.

"Hello?" Solana said looking out the window of her apartment watching him pull up.  

"Im here, come open the door." He said parking then turned off the car and walking up the stairs to her door.

"mmhm." She said hanging up and unlocking the door then looking up at him with a scold on her face, narrowing her big green eyes that he's been countlessly mesmerized by with her arms crossed together.

"Damn ma, good morning to you too. You gon' let a nigga in?" Erik said chuckling looking down at her 5'2 figure that was dressed in an all-black dress with a low-cut V and some black gladiator high thigh heels. He licked his lips looking at her up at down. When Solana seen the slight gold in the bottom row of his mouth peak out, she damn near lost it. Erik wrapped his big buff arms around her slim thick waist and started kissing and biting on her neck. Solana's guard started to drop as he kissed her spot on her neck. She let out a soft moan and closed her eyes while Erik walked them into her apartment and closing the door behind them. "Im still mad at you don’t think just because you wore my favorite cologne I was gon' forget, I hate when you don’t answer the phone I be thinkin' the worst when you don't." Solana said pulling away from him and looking up at his 6'3 figure. "Ain't nothin' about to happen to me mama, so stop worrying much." Erik said grinning then pecked her lips.  

"Daddy!" A little voice yelled coming from his son as he ran towards him.

"Wassuh pop?" Erik smiled wide as he crouched down on his knees and met his son with a hug. "You all packed up for the day?"

"Yeah, mommy said I can bring my basketball now we can go to the park and you can teach me how to play." Sage said smiling while still hugging his dad.  

"Sounds like a plan but we gotta go take mommy to work before we go to the park pop." Erik said standing straight up while holding him.  

"And mommy only has 15 minutes to get to work because Daddy likes to take forever and a day to get here." Solana said grabbing her bag of fashion designs and purse then rushing out the front door towards the car.

"Well Daddy had to take a shower, mommy hates when Daddy is all sweaty and what not so that's the shit that happens." Erik disputed back grabbing Sage's backpack and ball walking out the door and locking it. "Why you rushing like I can't get you there in 10 minutes?" He said walking down the stairs towards the car. "Erik, I got a big presentation today, if you would've been here on time I wouldn’t be doing all this." Solana said grabbing Sage from him, putting him in the backseat then buckling him up. As she was bent over buckling him up, Erik was standing behind her staring at her ass. 'Damn it's been a minute since I been in them guts, that’s probably why she acting like that. Her ass been dickless.' Erik took a step forward as Solana stood up and closed the car door. When she turned around she bumped into his hard rock chest. Erik wrapped his arm around her and grabbed a handful of her ass. "You need your issue ma?" He said with a deep low voice bending down to talk into her ear and bite her earlobe lightly and pull it. She felt her thong get damp and her breath began to cut short. "N-no im good E. Can you please take me to work so don’t be late?" She said with her eyes closed knowing she had not had dick in a good 2 weeks and her core was throbbing. Erik smirked knowing her too well and that she was feigning. "Right, I got you later ma. C'mon so you can do this little presentation." Erik said pulling away from her and walking around to the driver's side and getting in. Solana straightened herself out and got in the car and looked at her phone to go over her notes.  

10 minutes later

Erik pulled up at her job and parked right in front the entrance. "See I told yo' ass that you were gon' make it on time. Yellin' at me and shit over the phone like you lost your mind." He said looking over at her as she rolled her eyes. Solana looked in the backseat at her son and smiled at him. He was a split image of Erik except for his eyes, he took after her big green ones. "You gonna be a good boy for daddy today pop?" She said smiling. "Yes, mommy I promise to be good." Sage said smiling held his hand out as they did their hand shake.

She turned forward to look at Erik, "You be good too punk."

"Im always good mama." He said while smiling then leaning towards her.  

"Mhmm, don’t get beat up." She said leaning in to kiss his full lips. He started to suck on her bottom lip before slipping his tongue in between her lips. Their tongues fight for dominance but as always Erik gets the upper hand. She lets out a small moan. Their kiss gets cut short as Solana's coworkers clap and admire the sight of them kissing. "What the fuck is wrong with your coworkers babe?" Erik said shaking his head looking at them. Solana shrugs and begins to get out the car with her stuff. As Erik is looking at her coworkers, one of them is matching his stare and licking her lips at him. They have a little stare off as Erik looks at her up and down at her smooth legs in her short yellow dress with silver heels. Their stare down gets cut short when Solana grasps his attention again. "Don't forget 5:05 Erik, don’t be late pickin' me up either." She said getting out and walking towards the front door. "I know ma. Have a good day. Get in the front little man." He said looking back at his son. Sage climbed into the front and strapped up smiling. He pulled off and started driving to the park. When Erik began to play I Get Around by Tupac he started to nod his head and rap the lyrics to the song he looked over and Sage copying him and started laughing. "That’s yo shit baby boy! I see you noddin' yo head too!" He said laughing and dapping his son.

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[monsterpie]

mh questionnaire by @cryptoriascollectiblog !!!

I'm on mobile so I can't do a read more sorry

1) Introduce yourself and tell us how long you’ve been collecting Monster High dolls!

call me blue! i got my first doll (gooliope jellington) in late december 2015, but i began really collecting in earnest starting in 2016, so call it about 3 years 

2) How many MH dolls do you have?

very definitely over 200 probably at this point..... most of them are on display, but a few thrifted and boxed dolls are hidden away 

3) Is Monster High your favorite doll line? Why or why not?

that.... is really hard to answer. it’s definitely the doll line i enioy collecting the most, and i can pretty much say ‘yes, it IS my favorite!’ but there’s that little voice at the back of my head that’s saying ‘but you owe your love of dolls to barbie...’

4) Who’s your favorite MH ghoul?

ohhhh man i love howleen. i love her so much she’s so wonderful. 

5) Favorite Manster?

mm..... hoodude? heath? or.... honestly i do have a huge soft spot in my heart for jackson (even tho he is. a lot. and many of the people i’ve seen who are fans of his are. even more. not everybody tho!!! just. a sad majority....)

6) Do you own any dolls of your favorite ghoul and/or manster? How many?

i own a version of every howleen doll (inlcuding the reboot doll), and it was definitely one of the proudest moments in my collecting, finally having one of each. i have also thrifted at least 3 i think? and i have 2+ repaints of her. i have one heath doll (he was my second/third doll), one jackson that was thrifted, and no hoodude since he was an sdcc exclusive :( but i don’t think hes a great looking doll anyway, like i wasnt expecting hard plastic obviously but i was hoping for more than just a stuffed doll ya feel?

7) Do you own any playsets? If so which one(s)? If not, is there a reason?

i own the school playset (my niece gave it to me when she didnt want it anymore), the catacombs playset (still in box bc i dont have room for it lol), the 13 wishes dj set i guess its called?? and 2 of the fdc playsets. also draculaura’s car and bed, both cleo and frankie’s vanities, and the cam design lab, but idk if any of those count lol 

8) Of the original main ghouls (including Ghoulia, Spectra and Abbey) which is your favorite? Got any dolls of them?

ouch, okay, just make me choose then.... uhhhh i cant really rank them? i guess i would put frankie at the top but shes more default for me than anything else honestly. i dont really care for spectra tho so shes at the bottom whoopsie. also if operetta is also included (which it doesnt say she is but.) then i dont really care for her either tbqh anyway, yea i got several dolls of each lol

9) Favorite character with only one doll release?

off the top of my head im thinkin neighthan, but honestly all of the fusions are good and also all single release doll charas are good. OH i really like cupid too tho and also finnegan 

10) Character with too many dolls (in your opinion?)

spectra. idk i just!!! really dont like her i mean she has nice dolls but i can not make myself care about her. 

11) Any character you would’ve liked to see in a doll line that didn’t make it? (i.e. Lagoona in Sweet Screams or Draculaura in Power Ghouls, etc)

ok. i HATE gil. but i think his design was super good in gsr and i would have loved to see him as a doll. 

12) Any ideas you would’ve liked to see in a doll line?

oh worm ive been thinkin on this for YEARS actually, but get this: “Boogie Fever” - a disco inspired doll line. obv has twyla in it. also what if a line where they were in famous movies - frankie and gooliope in ghostbusters, and then other classics like casablanca and breakfast at tiffanys (i actually hate that movie tbqh but it is a classic) etc 

13) Is there a “grail” MH doll for you? If so do you own it?

mmmmmm pretty much all of the sdcc dolls, but i would love to have the home ick heath some day, since that’s the closest to a sig doll they have for him. i dont have him, but i do have one sdcc exclusive doll (the ghostbusters frankie) 

14) Thoughts on the cancelled Ever After High crossover?

neutral. once upon a time i was excited about it, but honestly i could care less now. part of the problem is that i would want the crossover to go a very specifici way, and part of it is that the eah fans are rabid. 

15) Thoughts on the 2016 reboot faces?

i mean. they are cute! super cute! but. they really arent the monster high i fell in love with, you know?

16) Thoughts on the 2016 “Monster Family” line?

weak. bad. the dolls are cute enough but the line is NOTHING. they didnt even make alivia look like her movie counterpart so like, what was the point. 

17) How bout the SDCC exclusives? What was your favorite? Do you own any?

mmm i LOVE all of the sdcc exclusives but i think the deadfast ghoulia, valentine and whisp, and hexacaiah and robecca are all super good. 

18) How about Amazon exclusives?

ADULT DRACULAURA!!!! god i love her so much she really is so fucking gorgeous and i regret every day that i didnt buy her for like $50 when i got the chance. i do have like 2 of the skelita amazon exclusives tho 

19) Favorite Frankie Stein doll?

im gonna assume for all of these favorite doll questions that the sig look is out for the count bc i love the sigs so much lol. aaaanyway, her classroom look is SUPER cute. also sweet screams 

20) Favorite Draculaura doll?

sweet screams, original dead tired (her pigtails!!! so cute!!!), forbitten love/school’s out, roadster playset, i heart shoes, die-ner, art class (any time she has yellow automatically makes it a good doll), sweet screams, draculocker, monster exchange, maul monsteristas, amazon collector, gsr..... she really has so many amazing dolls 

21) Favorite Clawdeen Wolf doll?

dotd, sweet 1600, ghouls rule, 13 wishes, ghoul sports, fierce rockers

22) Favorite Cleo de Nile doll?

skull shore, student disembodied council, byby, gloom and bloom 

23) Favorite Lagoona Blue doll?

DOTD, school’s out, skull shores, 13 wishes, monster exchange

24) Favorite Ghoulia Yelps doll?

dead tired, dotd, deadfast, skull shores, dot dead gorgeous, scaris, scooter playset , sweet screams 

25) Favorite Spectra Vondergeist doll?

ghoul’s night out, maul monsteristas 

26) Favorite Abbey Bombinable doll?

ihf, sweet screams 

27) Favorite Venus McFlytrapp doll?

zombie shake, ihf, gloom and bloom, fierce rockers 

28) Favorite Rochelle Goyle doll?

DANCE CLASS, swim class, ghoul chat, haunted, fdc 

29) Favorite Operetta doll?

dot dead gorgeous, picture day, fca

30) Favorite Toralei Stripe doll?

ghoul sports, freaky field trip, fdc 

31) Favorite Jinafire Long doll?

gloom and bloom, fdc 

32) Favorite Skelita Calaveras doll?

scarnival, collector, 

33) Favorite Howleen Wolf doll?

HER ORIGINAL SIG WITH THE ORANGE AFRO!!!!! all of them are good tho, that one is just the absolute best without a doubt . 

34) Favorite Twyla Bogeyman doll?

fdc, coffin bean, new scaremester 

35) What do you do with your dolls? (Display them, take photos of them, etc)

i display them! occasionally i take pics, and sometimes i move them around, but they’re usually just displayed 

36) Is Monster High the only doll line you collect? Why or why not?

no, but it was the line that got me into collecting in the first place! i collect barbies, eah, dcshg, lalaloopsy, and so many more. basically, if i see a doll i like, i get it (if i have the funds to obviously). honestly i buy/collect anything i like ya know?

37) Do you still collect Monster High dolls? (i.e. scour the internet and/or secondhand stores?)

mmm... kind of? i thrift them when i see them, but i’m more into ooak dolls now tbqh. there are a few still on my list tho that i would love to buy, fuly complete and all that good stuff. 

38) There’s a lot of new Monster doll/toy lines out now: thoughts if any?

no real thoughts, because i cant think of any monster doll lines out rn? i mean, im sure there are some, i just cant think of them right now

39) And finally, what’s your favorite thing about Monster High? Can be past or present!

uhhhhh everywhere??? threir character designs, lore, the fact that in original preboot canon normies and monsters actually know about each other, the lore, the messages it put out about embracing your freaky flaws and all that. monster high is/was just. such a completely amazing and wonderful series. 

[askpikadoodle]

was meant to be part of a larger update but since im not doing those anymore im gonna upload it as is.

dialogue under the cut, please excuse me im a little rusty on the writing front

“Stop! Stop!! you stupid rodent!”

Peachy smirked, digging her tiny teeth further into florges ear, rapidly swinging through the air as she tried to throw her off.

“Y-You got me! You can let go now!” Daisy snorted, and finally Peachy released her grip and fell backwards onto the floor. She poked her tongue out triumphantly.

“And that’s how you take down a pokemon three times your size!”

“Is that what you say to all the girls you attack?”

“Depends how cute they are.”

Daisy snorted. “You’re such a dork, you know that right?”

Peachy turned herself back up right “You love me really.”

“Yea, yea,” Daisy pressed her nuzzle against Peachy cheek, welcoming the prickle of static. Peaches gave a little squeak, enjoying her girlfriend’s touch, before settling herself against her side, burrowing in to make herself a nest against her warm body.

Peachy sat watching the sunset in front of her. The forest looked beautiful at this time of day, especially in this small clearing they’d found, a small heaven for both of them: few pokemon seemed to know about this spot, the only ones being the occasional fletchling flying overhead, probably heading south for the winter. Though the air was nippy, the warm rays of the setting sun and the feeling of Florges coat against her own meant she barely noticed.

Things were just perfect, perfect in this moment, just the way they were. It seemed like right there and then, they were frozen in time, in this perfect setting. Nothing seemed to change, nothing needed to change. Everything was peaceful

Minutes, maybe hours passed, she wasn’t really sure. Peachy looked up at her girlfriend. Her eyes seemed to twinkle, staring across the clearing in the same direction she was, though seemingly lost in thought, not really paying attention. She didn’t seem to flinch at Peachy’s sudden movement, or even when she looked directly up at her. She cleared her throat.

“Daisy?”

“Mmm?”

“Whatcha thinkin about?”

Daisy paused, continuing to look out across the clearing, Peachy still listening attentively. She sighed.

“Peachy....This is gonna sound really dumb.”

“I’ll understand perfectly then.”

Daisy snorted, causing Peachy to grin.

“You know you can tell me.”

“I know I know,” Daisy sighed. “It’s just....”

Peachy listened closely. Daisy opened and closed her mouth a few times, before finally speaking.

“Have....Have you ever had a dream...?”

“Oh sure, there was that one where I was chasing my tail, then the other one where I found that massive lake and went swimming, and don’t even get me started on that one with the pansa-”

“No, you dingus, not that kind of dream,” Daisy snickered, feigning annoyance. “Like...about something you want, something perfect. You dream about it and then you wish it were true and you want to try and make it come true”

Peachy frowned, “don’t you like it here?”

“Of course I do, it’s just....” Daisy hesitated, biting her lowerlip.

“Have you ever heard of contests?”

Peachy blinked “Uuuh...like....an eating contest?”

“No, but...kind of? I guess? It’s where these pokemon, they go on this big stage, and they show off all of these moves and whichever one is the prettiest wins and everyone claps and they celebrate and it’s really big and cool...”

"...Why would anyone do that?”

“For fun! You get to look all pretty too! And they give you a ribbon and you go to all these different places across the region and earn as many as you can- ”

“How...How do you know about all of this stuff?”

Daisy fidgeted, “I...I don’t know, I just know that I know...” she looked towards Peachy “doesn’t it sound amazing though? Wouldn’t you like to do that some day?”

Daisy was finally looking directly her, and Peachy gazed back. Truthfully, this whole thing seemed silly, why would anyone want to do that sort of thing? What’s the point in it? Moves are meant for battling anyways, she’d never heard of anyone using them to look pretty....But there was something in Daisy’s eyes, and the cute excited smile, her pricked little ears, that made it hard for her to tell the truth.

“Yeah...Yeah I guess I would.”

“Yeah?”

“Y-Yeah!” Peachy jumped to her feet, trying to lift the mood again “I mean, there can be duo acts, right? We could totally do that together!”

Daisy beamed, regaining her excitement, “Yeah! They do!” She leapt up as well, bouncing with excitement at the opportunities ahead of her, “we’ll be so great! Travelling kalos, performing across the region. We’ll get so many ribbons!”

“Yeah!” Peachy nodded, not really sure what to add. I suppose it didn’t really matter, so long as they were together.

“Oh! We should practice our routine!” Daisy bounced further out into the opening “Your sweet kiss will definitely come in handy, and it’ll look super cute with my aromatherapy! C’mon, let’s give things a go!”

Peachy nodded, following just behind Daisy into the clearing’s centre. This wasn’t exactly what she’d hoped their future would be. She’d rather just stay here, but it’s not like it’s going to happen, anyways. Maybe they’ll be able to put on a cute little show for the rest of the forest...but the chances of them travelling ALL of Kalos?

There doesn’t seem much to worry about.

[leah-halliwell92]

Is All Really Going to be Ok?

Summary: Truths Revealed.

“What are you doing here?” John asked Taliah curiously.

“Can’t stand my mom patrinizing me about finding a man,” Taliah said taking a zip from her brew, “You?”

“Lisa’s at her mate’s for the afternoon and possibly staying there the night,” he said as he drank from his own Guiness.

Taliah swallowed any response by taking a deep drink from her pint. 

The couple sat nursing their respective drinks quietly for a few awkward moments one trying to avoid the elephant in the room and the other not knowing how to broach said subject.

“About what you said today–”

“Save it,” Taliah said before John could continue, “I don’t need the guy I’m in love with to placate me.”

John tried to catch her eye.

“You don’t need to explain anything to me John.You made your life...you have a lovely wife, an amazing kid in Lisa and could possibly a father to a new babe soon. I’ll be fine. I just...want you to be happy,” she told him through a clenched heart.

John’s eyes widened in astonishment. What could he say to that? She was basically breaking her own heart for his happiness. 

“Thanks for the trouble Poe,” Taliah said as she paid for her drink.

She stood for her stool and smiled sadly at John. She gave him a peck on the cheek and bid her goodbyes and made a dash for the door.

Her lips burned from where she had kissed his cheek. 

‘I can’t do that again,’ she thought as she pulled her coat tighter around herself.

Making her way to the deli she ordered a ham sandwich to balance out the drink before heading home. She’d rather deal with her mother’s insesant pestering about finding a husband than see the man she’s in love with attempt to make her feel better.

She saw John making his way to the deli and prayed he’d just walk by. Luck was on her side because all she had to do was look the other way for him to his him.

“Looks like ya told im’,” Mrs. McAllister said as she came from the back of the deli.

Taliah nodded sadly.

Mrs. McAllister patted her hand and said, “It'll all work itself out in the end dear you’ll see.”

Taliah gave the kind elderly lady a small nod not really believing it.

“Ouch!” Taliah yelped as Mrs. McAllister.

“Don’t doubt the words of an old woman,” the lady said sternly.

“Yes gran...” Taliah said a cheeky yet sad smile.

Mrs. McAllister knew all to well the hat her granddaughter is going through and could only hope her words would help her Tali keep hope alive for her and John.

The ladies sat and chatted for a bit longer before Taliah made a dash for her bike so she could go home.

“Are ya really gonna avoid me as much as possible?” She heard John ask before she could mount her ride. 

“Yes,” She said simply not meeting his gaze, “Do you have any idea what it’s like seeing the one you love with someone else?”

Taliah looked up then, “I love you John. I have since we were kids and hurts that all I am is just a friend. And that’s on me for not speaking up sooner about it.”

With that said, Taliah got on her bike and made her way home.

“I’ve just seen a face I can’t forget the time or place Where we just met  She’s just the guy for me And I want all the world to see We’ve met, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm”

Taliah sand as she sat on the window bench in her window with her sketch pad on her lap. She knew she wanted to draw and know /who/ she was going to end up drawing and gave up trying to not. Continuing to sing she began to draw.

“Had it been another day I might have looked the other way And I'd have never been aware But as it is I'll dream of her Tonight, mmmmmmmmmmmmm

Falling, yes, I am falling And she keeps calling Me back again”

Taliah paid careful and extra attention to his eyes and smile making it seem like that secret loving smile is for her. 

“I have never known The like of this, I've been alone And I have missed things And kept out of sight But other girls were never quite Like this, da, da, 'n' da, da 'n' da”

Falling, yes, I am falling And she keeps calling Me back again

Falling, yes, I am falling And she keeps calling Me back again”

Taliah kept on sketching and singing.  

I've just seen a face I can't forget the time or place Where we just meet She's just the girl for me And I want all the world to see We've met, mmm, mmm, mmm, da, da, da

Falling, yes I am falling And she keeps calling Me back again Falling, yes, I am falling

And she keeps calling Me back againOh, falling, yes, I am falling And she keeps calling Me back again

Taliah was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn’t notice the tears that were falling. The song used to be something she’d sing for him...it was /their/ song. 

//Tap// //Tap//

Taliah heard on her window she looked down to see John throwing pebbles at her window. 

John made a motion for her to come down a sheepish grin on his face.

Taliah sighed but nodded. 

Wrapping a throw around herself, Taliah made her way to the kitchen door.

To her surprise she found Lisa at the door looking rather apologetic. 

“I owe ya an apology,” Lisa said as John came to stand behind her in quiet shows of support.

Taliah furrowed her brow curious about what Lisa was saying.

“Come in please, this is not way to talk,” Taliah said and pulled both teen and man inside the house.

Taliah made quick work of the tea and sat at the table where John and Lisa were sitting.

“What is this of you owing me an apology,” Taliah asked Lisa gently.

The teen wrapped her hands around her mug of tea and said, “Truth is that me ma left us a little over four months ago. Week after she left divorce papers as well as custody papers were sent to the house.”

Taliah gasped at this news. Carol /abandoned/ her family!? 

“Lisa and I sat down and had along chat on both sets of papers and agreed that a divorce would be a good idea for all parties involved considering what had occurred between Carol and Andrew. The custody papers on the other hand were a no brainer considering that Lisa’s already used to living in a stable home–”

“Including the fact that I’ve gotten used to John in an at least sibling manner...I’d rather live here with John and help im’ in the farm than play gypsy with me ma again,” Lisa finished for John with a sheepish grin, “She was suppose to come by today to finalize things. She’d called a couple of days ago all lovey dovey and sorry about how she just up and left and went on and on about a second chance. The whole John doin’ somethin’ romantic for ma wasn’t true. It was wishful thinkin’ on my part I guess...wanting me family back together again.”

Taliah put her own mug down and pulled the younger woman into her arms hugging her tightly.

That seemed to be the answer Lisa was looking for because her body started shaking silent sobs.

“Hey, hey, its ok. I don’t blame ya for nothin’,” Taliah said as she consoled the teen.

“Why? You’ve loved John your whole life and I nearly ruined that,” Lisa said as she sobbed.

“You didn’t though. Lisa, its natural to want your family together. Yes you could have gone about it better but what couples with children often forget is that its the kids who are in the middle of it all. Now,” Taliah said pulling away from the girl to look her in the eye, “I’m sure John was and is doin’ his best to not only explain to ya what’s goin’ on but also keeping you in the loop as much as possible without overwhelming you too much.”

Lisa nodded giving Taliah a shaky smile.

Taliah returned the smile and said, “One lesson all teens learn the hard way is that while they are /almost/ grown ups, they are still children in many ways.”

Lisa nodded at that and gave a loud yawn.

“You need sleep. Go up stairs to the first door on the left, thats my room, go on and grab some shut eye,” Taliah said a gentle smile on her face.

“There’s no need,” John said hurriedly.

“She’s still a child John as we have just established so yes she will be taking my bed,” Taliah said kind smile lighting up her features.

John remained where he was and waited as Taliah followed after Lisa to give her something to sleep in.

Coming back down Taliah sat across John and said, “We’re lucky my parents are going to be out of town for the next two weeks.”

John gave her a small grin and said, “Coming clean about our feelings wasn't on just you by the way. Its on me too.”

“What do you mean John?”

“I mean...Being as shy as I was, I could have also shown more interest in you than I did,” John said as his cheeks grew red and warm.

Taliah looked at John in shock and said, “Are you telling me that we’ve both been dancing around each other when we could have save each other a lot of grief?”

John looked up at Taliah his sweet pup grin on his face.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said scratching the back of his head and neck.

The couple shared a laugh at their expense.

John looked at her openly and said, “Want to see where a relationship will go?”

Taliah stood and approached him on the other side of the table and kissed his cheek tenderly and with a soft smile she said, “I’d like that very much.”

The couple shared tender smile and knew that they were going to be taking as much time as they wanted not only getting to know each other better as a couple but also in falling deeper in love.

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