Anyway Screw It Ninjago Inspired Dresses

Some OC rp stuff including my crow guy Haruka and @cultkingu jackal Anis

VOLUME 4 UPDATE!!

Supernatural

Exiting the portal Winchester's VS Angel's

Yes, in the episode Gabriel fell on Castiel. I wanted to draw how they both awkwardly plowed the ground.

Gabriel and Rowena

Dean: "Continue. For complete happiness, we need a Nephilim with a character like Crowley’s."

hmmmm what about dilf!bucky being able to see his new {dancer or stripper!reader} neighbor from his window…

New Neighbors

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stripper!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: this was sitting in my inbox for so long and I wanted to write it everytime I looked at it, and this is the time I finally did😂 it might feel a little scattered cuz i was just typing away on my phone, but hey, at least it’s something🙈 

Warnings: 18+, hot neighbor, flirting, watching each other through windows, female masturbation, male masturbation (if you squint), lap dance, cheesy dialogues, strip club (forgive me if i got anything wrong, idk how strip clubs works🙈), minors DNI

two weeks ago, you got some new neighbors moving in next door, and by neighbors, you meant the cute little white kitty and a short-haired scruffy man

you have bumped into him a couple of times on your way home, talked to him a few times and maybe flirted a little as well but it was nothing personal or too over the line

he is very charming and attractive to say the least, but all you know is that the cute kitty is named Alpine, and the scruffy man is Bucky, and that he stays up at night

a couple times though, you were mindlessly looking out your bedroom window, and you saw him walking around in his bedroom with nothing but a towel around his waist

you have to admit, his body was very muscular and fit; once in a while, you wish he'd drop the towel by accident, though that has yet to happen

you have caught him watching you a couple times too, they were just some innocent glances, you believed, and even if they weren't, you have stolen some not-so-innocent glances as well, so maybe you can call that even

Alpine actually came to your backyard door a couple times as well, sometimes you just find her sitting elegantly at the step, licking her paw as you walk pass the door; you’d slide open the door and say hi to her, give her fluffy little head and her chin a scratch before she’d get up and catwalk into your house like it’s her own

you don’t mind it though, you actually quite enjoy the company of this little furry friend, blinking her crystal blue eyes and wrapping her tail around your leg when she struts over for a little head-nudge

you play with her for a bit sometimes, feeding her some apples and bananas from time to time and when she feels like it, she’d wander back to her house

but from time to time, you have to bring her back because you have to head out for work, and whenever you bring her back you could always feel yourselves lingering your gaze on him and his on you, perhaps there was a sort of tension between the two of you, maybe it’s some tension that needed a release

and this time when you brought back Alpine to his house was no different

he was wearing his black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, so casual and yet so hot, his biceps were bulging, you could see the veins on his arms, and his chest was so puffed up that the shirt could barely keep him covered, and the sweatpants were an attack on its own, you could almost see the outline of- ugh... you let out a frustrated - sexually frustrated - groan in your head

so, when you returned to your house to get ready for work, you had to spare yourself 20 minutes to take your mind off your hot neighbor

you plopped yourself down onto your bed with your eyes closed, tried not to think about him, but all that’s left in your mind was his hands and those veins on them, and from then on, your imagination just ran wild

you thought about his hand cupping your jaw, sneaking his thumb between your lips and make you suck on it

you thought about his calloused hand running down from your neck, between your tits and sternum, and down your stomach to your pussy

you thought about his thumb gently rubbing against your clit, moving in circles and making you moan and sigh

and you didn’t even how your own hand got to start playing with yourself, doing the things that you wanted him to do to you

the more you rubbed yourself, the more sensitive you got, digging your hips into the mattress as you arched your back

you dipped your fingers lower and lower, brushing your fingertips at your slick-covered entrance, teasing yourself up and down as you imagine it was Bucky instead

you blinked your eyes opened for just a second, realizing your curtain was wide opened but you didn’t have time to care, if he happened to catch you touching yourself to the thought of him, then so be it, you were too focused on the pleasure to care

and of course, when Bucky went into his room to grab one of Alpine’s toy to play with him, he glanced over to your window through his as it has already become a habit in two weeks, and caught the live show

he watched you as you slowly slid your fingers into your pussy, rocking your hips a bit while finger-fucking yourself, and your free hand joined the party to tease your sensitive bud

you gasped and moan as you imagined Bucky was moving inside you, stretching you out and thrusting his girth against your velvety walls, and you swear to god you could almost imagine his throaty grunt

with the combination of the images in your head and masturbation, it didn’t take long for the familiar and pleasurable feeling to build up within your core

you writhed and squirmed in your bed, your thighs tightening and pinched together to hold your own hand in place as you kept plunging your fingers within your fluttering walls until you came with a silent gasp

Bucky watched you as you came, and he didn’t even realize he was palming himself through his sweatpants the whole time, “fuck...” he panted, getting lost in what he just witnessed until Alpine let out a meow at the door for his attention

you collected yourself and caught your breath, shaking your thoughts off before starting to actually get ready for work

~

and tonight was a normal night at strip club, you saw a couple of regulars, who are your neighbors that live down the street, and they just sat at the front stage, watching Cady on the pole while drinking their beers and eating their burgers, just like the always

but then you spotted a familiar figure, drinking a beer at one of the tables, and he looked a lot like Bucky, and you were almost 85% sure

“he's cute, right?" your coworker/friend, Holly, approached you, “he was here yesterday and he only ordered a couple beers for the night, and he barely glanced at any of us..”

you didn't work last night, so this was all news to you, “I think that's my new neighbor next door...” you answered, and you heard a gasp right next to you ear

“Luckyyy... and awwww you two would look so cute together!!! Are you gonna give him a lap dance?" she teased

“you out of all of us here should know that we can't just give out free lap dances, you are the manager...” you rolled your eyes, not that you don’t want to, but y’know...

“AND.... because I'm the manager, I can do this...” she said before leaning down for the broadcasting mic, “And the lucky customer who won a free lap dance on our lucky Tuesday is...” and she signaled the lighting tech to go around the room before pointing at Bucky

and then a round of “Wooooos” and claps and music just started up as Holly pushed you out towards him, you gave her a ‘I couldn’t believe you actually did it’ look before you walked out there, and you had to be professional about it in front of all the other customers

and.... giving Bucky a lap dance might actually be kinda fun 

you swayed your hips in your lingerie as your walked towards him, and he wasn’t expecting to see you here but he met your eyes with a smirk

you walked around his chair with your hand sliding across his chest and shoulders for starter and you ran your hands down his body to his knees before spreading them wider

“hey neighbor...” you smiled coyly while doing a wide squat slowly and seductively, “good night so far?” 

“just got better...” he answered with a subtle excitement in his tone, watching your body and your curves move and dance with enticement and elegance in such close proximity, “and I got half a show earlier, maybe you could finish it?” he asked while you danced and touched him here and there, not shying away at all

you chuckled, biting your lips a little as you turned around, “well, a full show here costs a little extra...” you smirked, hands holding onto the armrests of his chair, bending your knees to sway your hips left and right, before you ‘accidently’ grind on him, just a little bit

and the song ended with you running your fingers up his thigh and to his chin “but maybe I’ll finish your private show later tonight...” you teased with a lingering touch on his chin before you slowly walked away

sunny d WOT moosiccccc <33 👌🏻👌🏻

😭😭 you are too kind, friend!

I don’t know if you actually want my music hahaha. But since you asked... I have a playlist called “Snoozers & Slappers” that consists of a very wide array of genres.

Here are some of the songs that slap:

BUT THAT LAST SONG!! “Nightlight” is 1) a banger but 2) very very very Obikin. Tell me I’m wrong!

bimbo mods for male game protagonists are the modern worlds greatest creation

the designs for the band!au! still a work in progress, but that’s ok :D

May I recommend this Star Wars fanfic?

Darth Vader Goes to Therapy by @ladyvader23

"After a mission gone very wrong, Vader is forced into court mandated therapy to calm the concerned citizens of the galaxy. His assigned therapist? The only one who would take him: brand new therapist Luke Lars."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26241868/chapters/63873559

Great, cracky fic about the importance of not stopping one's Sithy medications without advice from the medical droid, boundaries, recognizing grooming, trauma, and surviving said trauma.

Therapist Luke Lars "I prefer another name" is determined to help everyone who seems to need therapy, and is willing to accept help. (Imperials and members of the Alliance, alike. )

Despite the cracky start, there are some parts of this fic that will make you cry. (Plus, Darth Vader, high, gleeful, on a hoverboard, in a tie dye cape is not to be missed.)

Adding- it also has Palpatine death! And exactly how Palpatine is killed is awesome. Hint- neither Vader nor Luke kills Palpatine.

Definitely go read this fic when you get a chance.

Diner Boy

m!reader x dean winchester (18+)

summary: he’s a regular, comes often but there’s never really a pattern. he sits with his brother, Sam, you learned. sometimes they’re smiling and having a good time, other times they look like they’ve just fought, but no matter what- they always sit together, and today you’ve caught his eye- Dean.

warnings: car sex, hair pulling, overstimulation

“He’s staring at you…” Your work friend, Charlie, had said. You were standing at the counter sorting the tickets. It wasn’t a busy day, but it wasn’t slow either. It kept you both working, with plenty time to talk. You gave her a small look before scoffing, “You say this almost everyday Char.”

“Well yes, but, Sam and Dean don’t come here everyday.” You catch her eye as she motioned over to the table she just came from not too long ago. “You are very pretty..you get mistaken for a girl often-“

“I don’t want to talk about that. And besides,” you pick up a tray of food, fit for another table, “I’m sure they’re staring at you, you just like girls and don’t take interest.” You give her a wink while she starts to giggle.

It was true, though. He was staring at you. Your beautiful frame, your curly hair fanning around your face, your perfect lips that pulled into a smile whenever you interacted with the tables to catered to for the night. Dean was watching, and you felt his gaze.

You could hardly work. His eyes made your legs week, and your pants tight. You felt hot but there was no sweat. Your hands shook while taking orders. You knew what you wanted, what your body screamed at you to take before the chance of a lifetime slipped away.

Your shift ended roughly at 10. You’re tired, body aching. You take off your apron before saying your goodbye’s to your coworkers. Charlie had left an hour before. It was raining outside, it made you groan. As much as you loved the rain, you walked to work, and walking in the rain meant an umbrella you didn’t have. “Need a lift?” you hear a voice behind you, a familiar one at that, his voice. Dean. You hear yourself chuckle, turning around to look at his tall frame. “No.”

“No? It’s raining like hell out here and you have no umbrella, and you say “no”?” He’s leaning against the glass frame of the wall. He bore a small grin, but those eyes..those eyes said so much more. You felt it. They trailed your body down to your hips, and rested before making their way back up to your eyes.

“Yeah.” you cleared your throat. “And if you’re done..” you look away, staring at the rain pour harder. The droplets beginning to splash against your legs and his boots. Dean moves closer, the soft clack of his shoes perfectly in sync with the rain. Where was Sam, you had wondered. “Do you..need a ride?” He asked again, lowly, fit only for you.

“…yes.”

the walk back to Dean’s beautiful car felt like forever. He shielded you from the rain, his brown leather jacket over your frame. His arm wrapped around your shoulder securely like you were the most precious thing in the world at that moment, protected..

“ha….ha fuck.” Your hand was lost into his short locs of hair, gripping on what you could. You breathed heavily into the small space of Baby’s backseat, suffocated. Dean held your waist, cock disappearing into your hole for what seemed like the hundredth time this night. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, sweaty forehead rested against your shoulder. “Dean..” you moan.

He shuddered, bottoming out inside of you. Your cock leaked against his stomach. You were so closed it rubbed just up against it in the right of ways. Your breathes came to a shuddering halt. Your heart seemed to drop into your stomach, and a clean wash fell over you. Your hands found their way to Deans shoulder, squeezing as you rode out another orgasm, your seed shooting lazily across you and Dean’s stomach. “You feel so good baby..” He groans. His hands tightened the grip onto your waist. While your body relaxed against his own, he sped up. Your body moved quickly against Dean’s thick cock. “So fuckin’ good.”

Your body rolled against his. Your legs felt tight, you tried your best but your body shook to its core. “Dean-“ You gasp, nails digging into his shoulder. He hit that spot inside of you so well…You couldn’t help the helpless whimper falling from your lips. “Almost there.” Dean grunts, failing to notice Sam’s name flash across his buzzing phone.