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icarusredwings · 7 hours ago
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Thinking about married poolverine at the x mansion for the Christmas parties.
I like to think that even after he's quit drinking and is older, Wade lets him sit around the mansion and drink a shit ton of egg nog and just.. chill. Wade won't let anyone ask him to do anything except.. what he didn't know.. is that he signed logan up to be santa for the younger kids, and he's definitely dressed as Mrs. Clause, a wig, heels, red and white fluffy skirt, everything.
"You want me to wear what??"
"Oh, come on its for the kids peanut! Besides... ill repay you later~"
"Wade, these kids are like 12 theyre not gonna-....fine"
By the adult party runs around and the kids under 21 are forced off into their rooms, morph kurt and logan are lounging on the couch trying to sing a german carol after busting out the GOOD Alchool but Kurt forgets half of it so its just the three of them mummbling nonsense and wade thinks its the cutest most humble thing he's ever seen Logan do. Just.. a guy being a guy with his friends. And he's so happy. Soooo happy to finally have them back. Even if these aren't HIS x men, he's missed this so bad. Later he will cry because he misses HIS x men but for now? Let him be not sober and forget about that.
"Alright santa. I think its time for bed." Wade says, still in his Mrs. Clause outfit, trying to tug Logans arm up.
"Aye! Get offa me! My husband will kill you!" He throws a fit and backs away, into kurt who's tail flickers and gives her a dirty look. Who does this woman think she is?? Trying to make his friend commit adultery???
Wade pauses, then giggles, realizing just how much makeup he had on right now. He's utterly estatic that Logan won't come with him. It's only really morph whos confused because that's obviously Wade. You would think the guy could smell his own husband right?? Yeahhh... not like this.
"Teehee and that right there is why it's bedtime, peanut." He says, hoping itll spark a few plugs but logan only does the Loading cat face, tilting his head. His face is red from the alchool and the santa make up.
"Don't call me that!" He whines.
Wade rolls his eyes, smiling. "Baby, come on. You're tired." He says in that special voice. The one that leads Logan down to earth when his anger is the only thing he can see when he forgets who he is, when he's having his PTSD attacks.
"... I am?"
"Yes. Now come on. Time for bed."
Kurt whispers not to be tempted by her in his ear, and it's back to square one. It takes Remy interfereing by telling Kurt that this "devil woman" IS Logan's husband and that it's okay.
The whole thing is a mess, and it has Rouge giggling her ass off, hugging her brother as his tail flickers still.
"Ooh!! You big buzz ball! Always lookin afta folks aint ya?" She tells him, squeezing him enough to make him wheeze. "Careful cher, Gambit thinks he wants his ribs attached."
"Nonsense! A lil roughhousin nevah killed nobody!!"
You just see him trying to take Wade to their room and Logan does the little slap at his arms and is like "I can walk by myself lady! Jeez!! ..... wheres my husband? Im gonna tell on you!!"
"I AM your husband." Wade says, finally taking off the wig and caressing his chop the way he usually does. Logan's eyes squint, his eyebrows burrowing together before dilating, and Wade can swear he heard his heart beat quicken.
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Laura gags.
"....'sup" he says, pulling him closer with a big idiotic grin.
Wade squeals, now trying to push him away. "Eww!! Never say that again!" He giggles. "You big lud! Bedtime!"
It's the absolute sweetest thing anyone ever witnessed, and it makes Jean happy too to know someone did infact take the big bad putty tat home. Finally-
This is how I want every teacher au Christmas fic to go you understand me? No sentinal drama. No worries. Maayyybbee Magneto if he behaves.
Just let this man be HAPPY for once.
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dragonfirerogue-writes · 17 hours ago
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Could you do a Quinn Fabray shot that she's feeling jealous of Y/N with Santana and end up with Y/N ​​doing her best to calm Quinnie down? Like, with affection, or otherwise
Red Light, Green Light
Who knew Rachel could be louder than she normally is? Apparently, with a little bit of alcohol, anything was possible.
Everyone was a little bit tipsy here at Rachel's little 'Glee house party' and the noise was getting a bit much for you. You found out that you were the 'quiet, chill drunk' of the group. That's why you were quite comfy on the couch while everyone was fighting over the microphone. Your eyes travel across the basement, amusement dancing in your eyes at the drunken antics of your friends. The only other person not amongst the fray mirrored your actions on the other side of the room.
Quinn.
The blonde sat on top of the washing machine with a soft smile on her lips. She was nursing a drink, not keen on getting as drunk as the others. Her smile widens when you meet eyes and a silent conversation happens.
"How ridiculous are these guys?"
"Is that Tina trying to sneak the mic away?"
"Aaand tackled by Rachel. That didn't last long."
The two of you share a quiet giggle before suddenly, Quinn's smile falls from her face. You're confused until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your neck. A soft cheek nuzzles against yours before you even register who it is.
"Santana. 'cha doin'?" You ask in a fond voice. You were never shy with affection and Santana always liked to try and toe the line. Especially when she wanted something.
"Can't I just love on you a little?" Her voice was low and husky. While a different, specific, person may have affected you more, the Latina's use made you suspicious. Infinitely moreso as she plants little kisses along your face.
"You can, but you don't without a reason." Knowingly, your eyes travel to Brittany who was preoccupied with Artie. "And I see your reason over there. She's not lookin', San."
The girl huffs and drops her head into your shoulder. "I knoooow. I've been trying all night. So help me."
You reach back to pat her head with a smile. "You want her eyes on you? Get everyone's eyes on you."
You point towards the karaoke machine, currently abandoned while people argue. Santana thinks for a moment, letting the hand on her head rake through her hair. You don't feel her smile until you start humming a tune to get her brain started.
"You're a fucking genius," she says, giving you a solid kiss on the cheek before dashing towards the microphone. Before you can search for Quinn, sensual music fills your ears and draws your attention.
As it plays, Santana is swaying her hips to the beat, letting the movement bring everyone's attention to her. Those who recognize the song begin to bop their heads and tap their toes.
Take a good look at it
Look at it now
Might be the last time you
Have a go round
The boys (and Brittany) move towards Rachel's tiny stage, eager to get closer to the performance. The girls (and Kurt) move to provide backup vocals. You stay put and notice that Quinn also hasn't moved. Her eyes are narrowed slightly, as if she's trying to figure something out.
Before you could consider grabbing her attention, Santana is upon you, dragging you out of the couch and against her swaying body. Brown eyes plead you to help with the performance. When you give her a smirk, she turns so her back is to you and places your hands on her waist. Suddenly you find yourself dancing and grinding against her.
Baby, it's yours if you want it tonight
I'll give you the red light special
All through the night
You can see Puck practically drooling on himself. You can also see Brittany staring intently at Santana, biting her lip.
But Quinn? Quinn is nowhere to be seen. Your heart squeezes in panic, worried that this display made her think the wrong thing. Thankfully, Brittany hopped up onto the stage to take your place by Santana's side, allowing you to make your exit to search for your own blonde.
As soon as you make it up the stairs and into the Berry house proper, you start your search. It doesn't take long with Quinn despondently leaning against the kitchen counter with a glass of water. With a relieved sigh, you take the spot next to her.
"Was wondering where you went."
Quinn lets out a soft scoff.
"It was getting too thirsty down there. I had to get a drink."
The unexpected joke makes a laugh burst out of you. Quinn breaks into a smug smile as a result before it falls into a frown again.
"What about you? Why are you up here and not dancing with Santana?"
"Britt took my place," you reply. "Besides, I'd rather be next to you"
Quinn turns away but you catch a glimpse of a light blush. "You were pretty comfortable with her being handsy with you." There's a slight snark in her voice. You grin knowingly.
"You know how we are. It's nothing, really." You take the glass from her hands and set it on the counter. "It's just a lot of affection."
"But you're only like that with her," she retorts. You just shake your head.
"As far as we ever get are cheek kisses. And maybe the occasional suggestive dance if the mood arises." You shrug. "I'd give cheek kisses to anyone who wants 'em."
"What about regular kisses? What's the criteria for that?" Quinn was actually curious now.
"Dating, I'd say. That's a privilege I don't give out freely."
"Oh, so anything else is free game for you?"
An idea pops into your head and you smirk. "I mean, if I'm allowed. For example..." You take her hand and lay a soft kiss along the knuckles. You meet her surprised eyes, and move to kiss the back of her hand. You continue your path up her arm and Quinn can't keep her eyes off you. A soft gasp escapes her lips when you reach her shoulder and slowly make your way to her neck.
"Y/N..."
Immediately, you freeze and draw back.
"Too much?"
Her body is tense. The hand not in your possession is gripping tightly on the counter. Her face is turned away from you and her blush is up to her ears. You gently pull her hand to draw her attention back to you.
"Hey, hey. I'll stop. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Your thumb runs across her knuckles, as if trying to erase the initial kiss. You see her shoulders slump down, easing the tension and it makes you smile.
"Seriously, I'm sorry. I won't do that again. Promise."
Quinn looks down at your joined hands, almost lost in thought. When she feels your hand slip from hers, she holds on tighter.
"I..." She chews on her words a little. "I... Wouldn't be opposed to you doing that again."
Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes a little. "Oh."
"Yeah."
There's an awkward moment before a smile spreads on your face. You gently nudge Quinn with your shoulder. "You... Want me to do it again?"
The blonde looks at you, slightly baffled before letting out a laugh. She shakes her head fondly. "Actually, I have a better idea."
With a swift, smooth move, she leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. When she pulls away, you're absolutely stunned.
Quinn Fabray just kissed you.
Said smug girl is now making her way back downstairs, forcing you to scramble after her towards something new.
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iloveelvisss · 2 days ago
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I would love to see more yandere elvis, maybe him blowing up at the mafia for getting to "close" even if it's not really anything besides politeness. (All the requests are yandere)
Or, (This is seasonal) elvis and reader going over a christmas list for reader.
Maybe even elvis tells the reader he wants kids(Vegas era)
Elvis tells the reader what to wear for a party.
Reader cleaning graceland and elvis gets breeding urges (smut)
Reader getting concerned about elvis in the late years of the 70s, and helps him get off the drugs, why? Because he does what she wants (yandere behavior)
Anyway, some ideas for possible one shots. You can ignore this ask if you want, but I wanted to give you a few ideas :)
Okayyyy so eventually I’m gonna try and do all of these… maybe? But I really liked the one about him getting upset at the Memphis Mafia for ‘looking’ at his girl, so I’m gonna go with that one for this. Thank you soooo much, and please feel free to request more😙😙!! Also, thank you, because these are such good ideas!
Lookin’ (Elvis oneshot)
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Correlates to Lovestruck and goes along with that storyline (which will hopefully be getting a second part sometime soon).
Pairing: yandere!Elvis x Fem!Reader
Summary: Sometime after everything is settled and Elvis has married Y/N, he feels as though a member of the Memphis Mafia is getting too close to his ‘angel’. And he won’t stand for that.
Warnings/Triggers: yandere fic, so expect delusional, obsessive, compulsive, manipulative, crazed, and possessive behavior. Elvis gets very angry and possessive. References to drug use. References to forced marriage, breeding, and the colonel.
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In hindsight you should’ve known better. It had only been a month since you had to marry Elvis, and he was still very much in the honeymoon mindset. He wanted you pregnant— another way to make his claim on you a known thing to anyone else.
You somehow got to walk to the bar without him going with you. Most likely because he had a clear view of you from where he stood talking to Sammy Davis Jr., who had come to watch his show. You poured yourself a water— just to be safe, and then you went on your way back to him at a leisurely pace. You stopped to admire the painting he had hanging on the suite’s wall. It was very pretty. A large landscape of gorgeous purple flowers that were blowing freely in the wind. Such a cruel difference to your current life.
That’s when it happened. Sonny came up beside you, holding a beer. “Nice, ain’t it? Me and Red bought it for ‘im before you came along.”
You smiled politely, making sure to not make eye contact. You nod and take a drink of your water, which was now halfway empty. “S’ very pretty. Bet it makes him miss simple life sometimes,” you sigh, knowing that you’re really referencing yourself. You missed simple life. Nowadays you wished you would’ve said no to the job offer and stayed in California with the trust fund kids.
Sonny noticed your drink and offered to refill it, to which you politely declined. But it was too late. His hand touched yours and Elvis saw.
You made eye contact with him from across the room and you saw his jaw clench. His eyes darkened only slightly, and nobody other than you saw it. But the whole room stilled and watched with bated breath as he dropped his conversation with Sammy and stormed over to you. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea, and he looked as if he was a predator stalking his prey with his eyes narrowed and his nose flared. His shoulders held back to make them come off as more broad. He was downright angry— scary angry.
You knew you were in trouble, and you held your breath as he made it to you. He grabbed your arm and dragged you into the bedroom portion of the suite. He locked you in it, and you could only imagine the shit he was giving Sonny.
“That’s my wife! My goddamn wife! Ya stay away from ‘er, or I’ll break yer goddamn neck!”
And then the door reopens and he comes storming in, his anger pouring off of him in waves. You take a large step back and then you fall backwards onto the small chair by the window. He leans down into your face, grabbing your jaw. “Ya like humiliatin’ me, angel? Huh? Ya like makin’ it look like my own wife don’t want me at my party?”
You fight back the tears that are trying desperately to fall. You shake your head as best as you can with his grip. “Please… Elvis, I didn’t mean anything by it. I- I was just talking to him.”
He stares into your eyes with a heated gaze for what feels like hours, and then he seems to remember himself, and he takes a deep breath. He loosens his grip, his eyes softening just a bit. “I don’t like it when those… those pigs talk to ya, Y/N,” his hand moves to caress your cheek and clear your tears that managed to fall, “Jus’ promise me you’ll stay by my side, yeah? Don’t let those suckers talk to ya?”
You quickly nod, just wanting him to stay happy. You shakily reach up and put your hand over his, holding it to your face. “Y- yeah, baby, I’ll only talk to you. Promise.” You say as firmly as you can manage in your slightly shaken state. He then nods, seeming convinced and content enough.
Elvis reaches down and pulls you up by the arm. He pulls you into an embrace, his fingers gently trailing through your hair. He kisses the top of your head, whispering, “Mhm, angel, s’ jus’ you and me, okay? Forever. Yer mine.”
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Okay, so this is ACTUALLY shit. I’m so sorry, please forgive me😭. But I wanted to get at least one of your requests out for you. Enjoy…?
Tags: @queenstarlight (lmk if you wanna be added)
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water-lemon-alex · 2 days ago
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the night before the finale.
a pre-s1e17 oneshot revolving around the season one finalists.
you have reached the end of the current chapter, but what about the one before it? what happened on the night before one of them went home a millionaire?
the penultimate episode of the first season has just finished airing, and the sun begun to set.
the show once had sixteen contestants fighting for the million-dollar prize, and each night they sleep, there were one (or two) less contestants by their side.
now, there were only two. two contestants.
one who only won a few couple challenges to get this far into the game, and another who kept her true persona a secret just for people to like her more.
both of them have just lost their closest allies in the competition. now, they’re on their own.
together.
the two finalists sat atop a hill, the one where all of them used to rest on. the sun is no longer visible from the sky— only the light of the moon reflected from it. the sky became dark, with a million tiny white diamonds in the sky.
the lettuce-filled “friend” sneakily tapped the glass of her orange competitor.
“hey! hey, oj!”
but the orange beverage didn’t respond. he was sulking over the loss of his best friend, who he thought was going to make the finals with him. now, he’s stuck with some half-witted mexican food.
then he finally takes a deep breath, and slowly turns to her with a sad look on his face.
“not now, taco. can’t you see i’m disappointed? i thought that i could make it with him to the finals! now i’m stuck with you…”
she clears her throat to get in character with her false persona.
“well— i lost my best friend, too! i never thought he would get voted off just when we’re this close to winning!”
“so he voted out him just so that you could advance…”
this argument is unnecessary. you can’t change something that already happened.
“…ugh, forget it. the finale’s tomorrow, and i need to get enough sleep to prepare for the final challenge.”
but both of them knew he wasn’t gonna sleep anytime soon. not with all the pressure from the game. it’s the finale, after all.
“…let me guess, you can’t sleep too.”
she nodded.
the hard-shelled contestant couldn’t sleep at all. she was still beaming with energy! (on the outside.) due to her high stamina, her plan was to tire him out before the finale.
“come on, we never got a chance to hang out at all! the moon’s so pretty tonight! let’s do something fun to tire ourselves out!”
…okay, this was supposed to be a game strategy, but in all sincerity, she actually does want to spend time with him, even just one time. as a treat.
this might be the first and last chance she’ll ever get. win or lose, she might never get to hang out with him again.
but whatever, it’s not like she became fond of anyone in the game at all or anything.
“what do you suggest we should do?”
“well, i dunno. have a little walk while lookin’ at the stars? we never really got to. because of the contest!”
he let out a deep sigh.
“…well, okay. maybe just once.”
the two started going down the hill to the direction of the very sixty-foot cliff where they once stood two years ago, when the show first aired.
taco started sprinting to the cliff, so much that oj couldn’t keep up without losing his balance and his juice in the process.
“h-hey! wait up! i thought we were going for a walk!”
“well, not anymooore-!”
she let out a hysterical laugh.
they finally stopped running when they finally reached the end of the cliff.
“ahaha… we’re heeeere-!”
with her left foot, she points at a certain something from the cliff. he thought she was gonna push him off.
“are you crazy!? are you going to push me off the cliff!?”
“not at all-! just look over there!”
all of those obstacles beyond the cliff weren’t even there before. looks like the host is preparing something big for the final contest.
“oooooh, that looks like the final challenge! so cool!”
“it looks like it’s still a work in progress.”
“well, fugget about it! let’s dance!”
“dance? seriously? with the only one left who’s standing in the way between you and the million? ha! let’s be honest right now. you don’t even have arms!”
“um, yeah i do!”
she unsheathes the arms she hid in her shell for so long, with the exception of a few instances where she actually used them.
“happy now?”
“you hid these the entire time!? you could’ve used these to your advantage!”
“oh, don’t worry! i won’t try to use them in the finale! i’ll try to go easy on you, because we both know i’m gonna win! easy!”
the orange glass teases back.
“haha, oh no, you’re not! because the million belongs to me!”
after a little while, she starts to reach her hand onto his.
“so? let’s go?”
“y-yeah! shall we?”
the energetic one got ahead of herself and unknowingly dragged their feet across the ground.
they turn, and they may tumble, but they both seem to enjoy themselves.
they’ll be rivals tomorrow, sure. but they are fellow competitors still in the running tonight. the only ones left, at that.
even if this bond will come to an end once all of this is over, even if the prize can’t go to the both of them,
they’ll enjoy the little time that they’ve had.
and as promised, they danced until they could barely catch their breath. (they didn’t exactly “dance”. none of them know how to dance! all they did was spin around in circles, hand in hand.)
now, they sat on the exact same spot as before. on the top of the hill.
“wow, that was…”
“crazy?”
“yeah, crazy! did you decide to do all this just to make me feel better after i lost paper?”
“well, i did this to make myself better after losing pickle! hahaha…”
“i guess we aren’t really so different. even if you’re kinda dumb sometimes, you did help me a few times with your lemons.”
“and you helped me win the boxing contest because of how fragile you are!”
“uh, correction! i didn’t help you win, i was just completely defenseless from those darn lemons…”
they begin to tease at each other again.
“i’m still riiiight-!”
“no, you’re nooot-!”
both of them let out some chuckles once again. their eyes are becoming heavy, and they have a big day tomorrow.
“well, good night, taco! i’m going to beat you tomorrow!”
“no! i’m gonna win! hahaha!”
the glass of juice has fallen fast asleep. sleeping upright. i guess that’s just how he sleeps just so that his juice wouldn’t spill all over the place.
before she closed her eyes, she hides her arms within her shell once more, gazed upon his resting face, and let out her true smile. a rather menacing smile, indeed— but her feelings were more… sincere.
for the first and the last time, she whispered,
“good night, oj.”
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chainsawworld · 1 year ago
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ineed-to-sleep · 11 months ago
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So I've had this wip sitting in my folders for months now and decided to ressurect it to satiate the urge to draw these two again
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luck-of-the-drawings · 6 months ago
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when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING
#cw blood#luckys original content#ITS SMALL BUT ITS ART SO IT GOES ON THE ART BLOG#also wwaooooww its meee its my lil persona!!! i dont draw myself enough....#anyway i have bigger things in the works. im slowly but surely chipping away at a pd thumbnail for that pd thumbnail project#FINALLY COLORING. BUT COLORING IS SO HARD AND I HAVNT BEEN IN THE COLORING MOOD#SO IVE JUST BEEN MAKING RLY DUMB COMICS INSTEAD... OOPS..#idk if anything finished n polished will be posted here anytime soon. BUT i post wips of everything on my twitter#and i post jrwi exclusive wips on my slucky blog. you may look at those if u have Truck Art Wishdrawls. as many do. as many do#THIS BLACKJACK JOB IS RLY AWESOME BTW DONT GET ME WRONG#i work three 12-hour days ina row. i gotta take an hourlong bus up to the depths o the mountains and then#i get to stay in this delightful lil hotel that was built in an ooold hospital. its a whole casino town. and an OLD one at that#ITS GORGEOUS HERE. last week my bus home was delayed for 2 hours#so i finally got the chance to head to other casinos and try drinkin n gambling. lost ten bucks to a pretty girl. NOT the first time#i rlly wanna try it again!!! i love interracting w ppl and i love being inebriated in public bc im just so sweet and pleasant and friendly#and pretty girls LLOOOOVEE MEEEEE i think i just need to go to gay bars more#but theres fucking NONE HERE. HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im collectin comrade queers up here tho#we wanna make a Group but we just gotta come up witha name first. i need something weird and strange#yknow i remember being in highschool. and being miserable n unmedicated. my mommas ultimatum was that;#if i dont drop out of highschool; i dont need to move out. she probably wouldntve kicked me out anyway bc my mommas sweet like that but#she REALLY wanted me to graduate. and i remember dreading that i might never do that#i remember feeling like the Resident Idiot. sweet but so so fucking dumb. it took me 7 years of strife n stress before i finally graduated#i remember worrying back then that i might not ever be able to handle myself out there. that i'd be too dependant on others#AND HERE I AM. DID U KNOW I WAS LOOKIN AT HOUSES A WHILE AGO? IM AN ADULT AND IM WWINNINNNGGGGGGG#IM RUNNING OUTA ROOM BUT HERES MY ADVICE TO YOU. BC I KNOW UR FUCKING SCARED TOO. THE ONE THING THAT SAVED ME.#THAT KEPT ME FROM SINKING INTO DESPAIR IS REMEMBERING ONE THING: ITS LITERALLY JUST LIKE VIDEO GAMES#MOST PPL YOU CAN JUST WALK UP TO N ASK A QUESTION N THEYLL ANSWER. THEYRE ALL NPCS THEYRE NOT REAL#LIKE IF U WALK INTO A BANK AND ASK HOW A DEBIT CARD WORKS THEY WILL HELP YOU#AND IF YOU THINK THEY HAVE ULTERIOR MOTIVES RELATING TO MONEY. YOU CAN ASK THE CUSTOMERS TOO. ITS JUST LIKE VIDEO GAMES#ANYWAY STAY SAFE KIDS HAVE FUNNNNN. IM GOING TO GO DO DRUGS NOW. HOPE U CAN DO DRUGS SOON TOO. I LOVE YOU
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snowflakeb0ttles · 8 months ago
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britneyshakespeare · 1 month ago
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without doubt one of the worst things about bratz dolls is that you cannot display them without shoes bc they look weird as fuck. stumpy ass bitches
#tales from diana#i bought some bratz w a walmart giftcard my brother got me for my birthday... like months ago#my birthday is in april so i probably bought them like may or june#i opened yasmin today and i really gotta wash her hair it's a gelly mess#lookin like a rat's nest fuckin... it's bad mga wtf#it's the forever bratz yasmin from this year btw not a reproduction#i did also get the reproduction of campfire felicia bc it was also there and the same price#and like honestly she was lookin so cute and tbh she was a better deal lol she came w two outfits so yeah#you know yasmin was my favorite design of the forever bratz but the doll itself is somewhat cheaper than i was expecting her to be#ppl always praise mga for having higher quality than playline barbie these days but like... i kept thinking#hmmm if this had come out in the 2000s this doll would've had a fabric purse and not a hard plastic one#this lace on the front would actually be able to open and not just be glued there#whatever she's still cute i really love her#but i did have that first experience in such a long time. like since childhood. where i just take off some bratz shoes#and i'm like NO FEET! NO FEET! NO FEET! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH#PUT IT BACK!!!!!!#they look more than just naked. they look injured#i used to treat my bratz clothing completely differently than my barbie clothing as a kid bc they felt so much less interchangeable lol#i had a million barbies and a million barbie outfits and i really did not care to keep anything on a particular doll#w my couple of bratz that i had in childhood i really had to be careful where those outfit pieces ended up. couldnt leave em undressed#i suppose that still hasn't changed#you know one of these days i have to get myself a new funk-n-glow jade. she was my first bratz#but also one of these days....... i gotta wash yasmin's hair 😒
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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 2 years ago
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me for the majority of the night:
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me remembering that my grandma gave me a quilt that was handmade in the 60s by my great grandma:
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buckyalpine · 1 month ago
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18+ Minors dni. Buckys innocent neighbor who bakes him cookies and muffins just cause. The girl next door who has the coziest apartment he's ever been in. Shelves filled with books along with plenty of comfy blankets decorating the couches. Bucky has his own place right across but home is with her (even if she doesn't know it yet).
She's the type of girl he's going to take his time with, asking her out on a date, just coffee and a walk in the park. Nothing more than a kiss on her cheek at the end of the night. Another date. Dinner. Another kiss to her other cheek. He wouldn't dare rush anything, especially not someone as soft and sweet as her.
He feels like such a dirty little pervert when he thinks about her afterwards when he's alone in bed, all the blood in his body rushing south, and fuck he's so hard. He tries to ignore it, he didn't want to do something so debauched by thinking of her like that, he even tries to think about his grocery list, laundry, he'd probably wash his arm later, it would probably be fine in the dishwasher-
Nothing worked.
He groans, shuffling and kicking his sweats off, hissing when his hand goes down to tug at his aching cock, relief flooding his veins at the sensation. He lets his mind wander to how adorable she'd be, the way he'd take her apart in the most gentle way. Lay her against the pillows while he holds those soft thighs apart, giving her the most feather light suckles on that perfect clit, basking in all the sounds she'd make. He strokes himself faster thinking about the way he'd get her ready to take all of him. How he'd make it so good for her-shit he was going to blow-maybe if he was lucky, one day she'd let him put his cock in her mou-
"Fuck!!" Bucky threw his head back, spurts of cum shooting from his sensitive head, his post orgasm haze leaving him feeling like a filthy old man. She were here making him baked treats and he was jerking his dick off like a sick fuck.
Then the night finally comes. Bucky is ready to cuddle and nothing else but he's thrown off because never in his wildest fantasies did he expect this.
She is the girl who sends him reeling the first time he takes her clothes off one by one revealing dark ink on her back and hips. He has to suppress a growl, his eyes growing wide at the scantily clad lace that covers her body.
"Like what you see, Sergeant?" she practically purrs in his ear while he lets his han ghost over her bare skin, his chest heaving when his eyes fall to her perfect breasts, hints of silver peeking from under her lingerie, there was no way-
"Can I?" He asks breathlessly, his hand reaching behind to unclasp the bra, those pretty pierced nipples begging to be sucked.
Bucky who turns into a fucking menace, his entire world flipping upside down when she grinds down on his crotch not hiding exactly what she needs from him. He doesn't even have the ability to hide how feral he is, letting all his inhibitions slip.
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"My little bunny's a slut, fuck, c'mere" He grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder, hauling you over to his bedroom like an untamed beast, tossing you onto his bed with no remorse. You're in nothing but your panties which he rips right off, your thighs squeezing together at the way he stalks over to you, his hungry eyes raking up and down your body without an ounce of shame. He tugs his sweats down to reveal his leaky cock, stroking it at the edge of his bed after tossing his shirt off.
"See this baby? Been fuckin' stroking and touching myself like a fuckin' teenager because of you-" He throws off his pants before climbing onto the bed and kneeling between your thighs, spreading them apart with his knees, "-and you've been here lookin' like God damn sin under those cute little sweaters"
He flicks his cockhead against your clit, humming at the clear beads of his arousal that drip onto your cunt.
"Fuck James, need more, pl-"
"Nuh uh, what was that you called me earlier, sweets?" He lets out a dark chuckle, the veins in his cock throbbing as he tightly holds the base, waiting to hear it again.
"Sergeant" you whine with mischief in your eyes and Bucky is a goner. He'll taste you later and most definitely feed you his cock another day but right now he wants to be nowhere else other than your pussy. He wants to watch you take every bit of him, rolling over to lay on his back while you straddle him, his length slotted against your cunt. He holds it up for you with a cocky look on his face, moaning when his tip breeches your tight pussy, your walls gripping his swollen, pink head.
"That's just the tip baby, c'mon, sit on it, wanna put all of my dick in you, that's it, good girl-shittt"
"Oh fuccckk,s'big" You moan feeling the stretch as you sink all the way down, panting and staying still while you adjust to his size.
"That's it bunny, that's it, ride me, ride your Sergeant" He grabs you by the hips, guiding you to grind down on him, making you feel his entire cock in your stomach. "You're a slut for big dick aren't you baby, acting all cute and shy when all you really wanted was the winter soldier's cock"
Bucky wasn't even sure where all the filth spewing from his mouth was even coming from but he couldn't stop.
"S'that it bunny? Say it baby, tell me how much you wanted my fat cock in you"
"Wanted it! F-cuk Sergeant, wanted your cock s-o-so bad!!"
"Fuck yes!!" His feet plant to meet your bounces, his hips thrusting up, slamming his entire length into you. "M'close, fuck bunny, gonna cum already, I can't hold it-
He doesn't have time to be embarrassed. You feel to good. He rubs your clit needing you to cum all over him so he can let go.
"Please, cum all over Sergeants cock baby, give it to me, be a good girl n'cum, c'mon, cum on my dick, yes, oh fuck yes I can feel it-milk it, shit touch my balls-"
You nearly collapse as your orgasm starts to wash over you, his sponge head hitting the most sensitive parts against your walls while he toys with your clit. His voice is muffled as you start to feel waves of pleasure consume you but you head just enough to reach behind, rubbing his heavy, so full of cum ba-
"FUUUCCCCKKK" He grabs you and wraps his arms around your body while he relentlessly thrusts up, biting down on your shoulder while he lets out the sluttiest, loudest moan with 0 remorse. It feels too good and he's sure the neighbors can hear but honestly, everyone should know how amazing it feels.
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"I got you pretty baby" Bucky coos as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, a shiver running through you while you float in bliss. Bucky pulls the covers up, deciding to cuddle up with you for a bit before running a shower, his previous demeanor replaced with the far less debauched version of him.
Anyway, just an idea. Also, it's past my bedtime.
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belladonnafleur · 11 months ago
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oooo i ate a waffle first thing in the morning and it was so disappointing oooo
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sophiagrimes · 1 year ago
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that post from ages ago that was like “you always think you want to skip royals by lorde cus its overplayed until you get to the gold teeth gray goose and then youre stuck because holy shit this song bangs” is how i feel with willow by taylor swift until the more that you say the less i know
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bi-writes · 4 months ago
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obsessed with ur mail order bride universe, especially the way simon doesn’t allow her to stay in the cycle of abuse that he grew up in and she clearly is familiar with!!
and also the idea of that tank of a man with a “kiss the cook” apron and a cat on his shoulder pointing at you to sit down,,,incredible
mail-order bride
you poke your head into the kitchen, watching as simon stands in at the counter, his broad back to you. the cutting board is in front of him, and you can hear him chopping veggies, the pot sizzling as something browns in there.
you're about to walk in further when he starts speaking.
"y'gave y'r mum a scare earlier," simon mutters. "oi, are y'hearin' me? need t'stop goin' outside, yeah? don't wanna keep fuckin' lookin' for ya, and tha's my wife. don't like when she cries."
you let out a little giggle, and when simon turns, you can see the cat sitting at one of the stools next to the counter, head tilted as they listen to simon. he glares at you a little before turning back to cut more celery.
"anything i can help with?" you ask as you come in, and simon just points at the stool next to the cat. you make your way around the counter and take a seat, settling there as you look at simon. he glances up at you momentarily before continuing to chop. "well? what can i do?"
"nothin'," simon murmurs, taking a scoop of veggies and dropping them into the pot. "just needed a better view."
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moremaybank · 2 months ago
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CHOCOLATE , jj maybank
── KINKTOBER: PRAISE KINK + SQUIRTING + MIRROR SEX
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"all i know is, it rains when it feels right." ─ kiana ledé, chocolate. (remix)
jj maybank x insecure!gf!reader
(18+) praise kink, squirting, fingering, use of a mirror (technically it's partial mirror sex), dirty talk
jj worships you when you’re feeling down (and makes it rain)
KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST
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jj's chest was hot against your back, the two of you pressed up skin to skin. you melted into him like chocolate, craving him and the way he took the time to worship you.
lucky for you, jj was always in the mood to do so.
when you had confided in jj and told him you were feeling insecure lately, presumbly because of your upcoming period, he wasted no time crafting a plan with the goal to make you feel better.
there was no way in hell he was gonna let his girl walk around thinking she was anything less than perfect, whether her insecurities were caused by hormones or not.
he'd pulled your body-length mirror closer to the edge of your bed, placed you between his legs, spread you wide open and made you watch as he cherished you with his words and with his magic touch.
"who told you you weren't perfect? huh, baby? 'cause the way you're lookin' right now, 'm pretty sure you're an angel 'n this is heaven.”
his fingers slide into your warm, oozing cunt rhythmically, each punt curling upward to play with that spongy part of you that made your thighs tremble for him. every single press to it forced a pitiful moan to tumble past your parted lips.
"hate seein' you like this, baby..." the ringed knuckles of jj's free hand skimmed up and down anywhere they could reach, drawing imaginary lines on your inner thighs and your stomach. the cool metal ran over your pebbling nipples and pulled goosebumps forth from your flesh. "jus' need me to remind you how perfect you are? hm?"
his chin hooked over your shoulder, and he dotted kiss after kiss on your blood-rushed cheek. turning his head, he found your gaze in the mirror and held it there. the pad of his thumb applied pressure to your clit, rubbing it in time with the work of his fingers. he motioned downward with his chin, urging you to look at your filled pussy in the reflection. "see how that pretty pussy takes my fingers? look at'er go, mama."
you mewl pathetically when he starts to fingerfuck you harder, the heel of his palm now colliding with your clit and making your knees buckle. "feels too good, j," you voiced out the best as you could. you could barely suck in a breath as the freight train that was your high crept up on you. "don't deserve it. don't deserve you."
jj tutted you, shaking his head. "yeah you fuckin' do. deserve the world, mama. fuck, you're so good."
your heat started to clamp down on his fingers, quivering and convulsing helplessly.
"you wanna cum?" jj asked, eyes meeting yours in the mirror once more. your smaller hand circles around his wrist, holding on while he used it to please you. "that sound good, sweetheart?"
"y-yeah. please, j. need it."
"then you gotta say what i tell you to, alright?"
you nodded for him. you had no idea what you were agreeing to, but you didn't care. jj was completely taking over all of you, and you just wanted to be good for him. do anything he asked of you because you seeked his approval so direly.
"tell me how pretty you look with your pussy stuffed."
your stomach did cartwheels and your core fluttered at his vulgarity. gulping, you did as he said. "i-i look pretty with my pussy stuffed."
"yeah...yeah you do, baby. tell me you take it so well when daddy fucks you. tell me how perfect your pussy is for me."
"m-my pussy's perfect. take it so well for you, daddy."
"good. now look yourself in the mirror 'n say you're beautiful," was his next command. his gaze was scorching, his praise electrifying and heart-filling. he'd handcrafted you into his own puppet, or he'd had you hypnotized. either way, the words leaked out of you like a faucet.
"i'm beautiful."
"again...say it again, baby."
"i'm— shit— i'm beautiful!"
his rosy lips found solace in the crook of your neck. he pressed open mouthed kisses before letting his teeth lightly nip and scrape at your pulse point. "so beautiful, mama. deserve to cum real good, yeah? go 'head 'n give it to me."
jj's left hand sought out your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple just how you liked. his fingers were relentless, fucking your sopping cunt into oblivion. you were so far gone that you couldn't speak. the pit in your core was burning ferociously, threatening to take you over completely.
"yeaaah. there ya go." you started to cum, your juices shooting out of you in spurts. his fingers withdrew from you, cum-slicked fingerpads rubbing at your clit almost viciously as he tried to get more out of you. he grinned wickedly when his plan worked, and your pussy continued to squirt for him. the glass was covered and your shared image was distorted, but all you could zone in on was your godsent boyfriend and his ever-so-skilled words. and hands.
"i love you so much, mama. don't ever think you aren't enough."
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shybluebirdninja · 1 month ago
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Clawsome Dad
Summary: When Logan mistakenly thinks you’re pregnant (you're not), he gets way too excited about baby names and starts building a baby-proof bunker in the backyard.
Pairing            : Logan Howlett x Wife!Human-reader
Note                : fluff
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It all started with Logan catching you looking at a baby onesie at the store—once. You didn’t even touch the thing, just smiled at it for like, two seconds before moving on to the checkout. But that was enough for Logan. His superhuman reflexes missed nothing. You hadn’t even gotten through the door before he had this weird look on his face—half intense, half like he was about to tear through the drywall with his claws.
“Babe?” he asked, voice low, as if he were interrogating a witness. “Is there somethin’ you wanna tell me?”
You blinked at him, setting down the groceries. “Uh… no?”
Logan stepped closer, sniffing the air around you. You rolled your eyes. This man and his feral senses. “You’re sure? Nothin’... different?” he pressed, like he was waiting for you to drop some major bombshell.
“I’m sure, Logan. What’s with the third degree? Did I do something?” you asked, confused.
Then it hit you. His eyes flickered to your stomach, and you nearly choked.
Oh hell no.
“Wait, wait, wait,” you held up your hand, waving off the insanity that was clearly brewing in his head. “I am not pregnant.”
Logan frowned, not entirely convinced. “But you were lookin’ at that baby crap in the store—”
“I looked at a onesie for two seconds, Logan! It was cute, that’s all! Doesn’t mean I’m knockin’ out kids tomorrow!” you laughed, but the man didn’t seem amused.
“No baby?” he repeated, brows knitting together like he wasn’t entirely sure you knew how your own body worked.
“NO baby, Logan. Geez,” you reiterated, shaking your head, but the damage was already done.
Over the next couple of days, things got weird. He started acting real strange—asking you about baby names out of nowhere while you were brushing your teeth.
“Thoughts on ‘James Jr.’?” he muttered casually, mid-toothbrush stroke.
You spat out toothpaste, staring at him through the mirror. “James Jr.? Are you serious?”
Logan shrugged. “Seems practical. What, you don’t like it?”
“I—Logan, we are not naming a non-existent kid right now. Where’s this comin’ from?” You were barely containing your laughter. The man could take down an entire squad of bad guys without breaking a sweat, but the idea of potential parenthood had him spiraling into this dad mode that was both terrifying and hilarious.
The worst of it came when you caught him in the backyard, shirtless, sweat dripping, hammering away at something… with adamantium claws fully out. It was definitely not a normal Saturday activity, even for Logan.
“What the hell are you doing?” you asked, hands on your hips as you watched him drive metal sheets into the ground like a crazed man.
“Buildin’ a bunker,” he replied gruffly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“A what?”
“A baby-proof bunker. Ain’t no kid of mine growin’ up in a death trap house,” Logan muttered, slamming another panel into place. “This world’s dangerous, and that’s just the neighbors.”
You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You—what? Baby-proof… Logan, we don’t even have a baby.”
Logan stopped hammering for a second, looking at you like you were the one missing something here. “But we might, right? Gotta be prepared.”
You slapped your forehead, trying not to lose it. “Prepared for what? An apocalypse where the baby needs a bunker to survive? Babe, seriously, there’s no baby. You don’t need to go full Rambo on the backyard.”
“I’m always prepared,” he grumbled, but there was a glint of uncertainty in his eyes. You could tell he wasn’t ready to back down, though. Logan was never the type to half-ass anything—especially not something he deemed necessary.
By now, the neighbors had definitely noticed. Old Mrs. Jenkins from next door was peeking over the fence with a terrified expression. She whispered something about Logan being a “madman,” which wasn’t entirely untrue in this case.
You sighed, walking up to him and grabbing the hammer from his hand. “Alright, Mr. Clawhammer, we’re done here. Come inside before you scare the rest of the neighborhood.”
Logan hesitated, claws still out. “But—”
“No buts, babe. Unless you’re ready to explain to Mrs. Jenkins why you’re preparing for baby Armageddon, you’re gonna stop now,” you said firmly, dragging him toward the house. “I swear, the last thing we need is for someone to call the cops on your baby-proofing bunker. We’re not even pregnant!”
He let out a gruff noise, retracting his claws with a reluctant snikt. “You sure ‘bout that?” he asked, still looking unconvinced as you pushed him through the door.
You smacked his arm lightly. “Yes, I’m sure. But if I ever do get pregnant, I’m not raising a kid in a damn underground fortress like we’re in some post-apocalyptic wasteland, got it?”
Logan smirked, the edge of his grumpy attitude softening. “Fine, no bunker. But I ain’t changin’ my mind on James Jr.”
“Ugh, you’re impossible.”
“And you love it,” he shot back with a cocky grin.
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