A'int nothing but a hound dog

omg. my ask box is deff. broken because i just checked it randomly and i saw that i have messages from you NOW. 

it never told me before.

im not ignoring you.

i wuv you.

queeniethemeanie:

 

built-to-destroyy liked your photo

I see you Stichers.

Hey you! How’ve you been, Queenie?

our-people-are-dying:

Brilliant. The art building. She knew her way around that place like the back of her hand. Trish had told her all the good spots to hide away in. “What are we waiting for?” She grabbed his wrist and led him towards the building. The door opened nearly silently. The halls were empty, and Kida thanked any deity that she could think of for her excellent night vision. The hallway snaked back a bit, then she quickly turned into the classroom connecting to Trish’s office. She wasn’t going to touch the office, it was her friend’s space. But the classroom was fair game. Once she dragged Stitch into the room, she pulled him into another kiss. Her back hit a table and she pulled him on top of her. Skillfully, she pulled his shirt over his head and began to undo his pants with one hand. Years of practice have perfected this skill. She did love the moonlight filtering through the windows. It illuminated his face so wonderfully. She dragged her nails down his bare back and pulled him back into a kiss.

Stitch loved Kida taking control. Not only did it turn him on but it made everything go a lot faster. Stitch was still pretty high and unsure of what he was doing or what was going on really so it was nice to have Kida make sure everything would run smooth. He propped himself on the table while Kida took care of his pants. He was very impressed by her skills and only hoped he could impress her as well. Stitch kissed her back with as much passion as she gave him. He moved his hand slowly up and down her waist, then to her stomach and eventually up her shirt. While he propped himself with one arm, he moved his free hand on her chest over her bra, teasing her a little. He then moved his arm underneath her and snapped off her bra on the first try. Stitch was impressed with his skills. Not only was he high but he was completely overwhelmed by Kida. It was nice to know there was something he could do right. He removed her bra and tossed it behind his head. Stitch then straddled his lower half of his body over her so he could remove her shirt easier, he tossed that behind his head as well. As he looked down at the topless girl, he took a moment to catch his breath and admire her. She looked flawless. Her pale white skin made her eyes pop even more. The way the moonlight hit her. Her shape. Everything excited Stitch. He went back down to kiss her, this time rough. His hands moved all over her chest, he tried to touch every part of her. As his hands explored her body, his lips were practically attached to Kida’s. His tongue met hers every so often. As his hands moved up the front of her exposed body, he let out small moan. He craved more. 

AND then i read kida’s response and i was like

JUST KIDDING IM FUCKING AWAKE 

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Kida didn’t bother hiding her confusion. The look of lost desperation becoming more apparent on her face. She already was having a hard time feeling more than sexual tension with Stitch. Now, she had proof he felt the same. Their strange dysfunction seemed only fitting for two major screw-ups like them. Her mind tried so hard to process what could be happening here. Sure, they could go back to her room, fuck like monkeys, and try to get up in the morning only as friends. She knew, and he probably did too, that couldn’t be the case. It took everything she had to hold onto her anxiety level at the thought of having someone’s heart be her responsibility. She couldn’t save her home, her mother, or her friend. Why would someone trust her with their emotions. Stitch must have been higher than she thought. He stared at the ground, and she couldn’t stand seeing that downtrodden look on his face. Her fingers gently grasped his chin and she moved his head so she was staring in his eyes. “Plans suck. Agreements suck. Compromises and lies suck. Let’s not try any of that bullshit and play it by ear. I want to enjoy moments with you, Stitch, in the here and now. Trying to process something that obviously both of us aren’t ready for is just going to ruin it.” She gently rubbed her thumb along his jawline as she spoke, enjoying the feeling of his stubble under her calloused skin. “Let’s just do what comes natural, then save the deep shit for a time when both of us are in good mental capacity. Ya dig?” She bit her lip, nervous about his answer. She watched his face closely as he processed her words. Maybe it was too late, maybe the damage was done, and they couldn’t play it by ear, but it was always worth a shot.

Stitch was relieved to discover that Kida didn’t go. She actually suggested something he loved doing. Screw first, then talk later. At least, that’s what it sounded like she was saying. He honestly wasn’t quite sure what she was talking about half the time. He was constantly confused by the way she phrased things. If that was what she was suggesting, he was all in. Stitch liked her take on things. He, too, also lived for the moment. He never thought about anything which usually got him into trouble most of the time but it was nice to get to share something with Kida. He felt her fingers massage his jawline. It felt awesome. He smiled down at the blonde. That’s when it finally caught up with him how stupid he was. He had spent most of his time at this school chasing every other girl he could. Why Kida had never crossed his mind was beyond him. Perhaps deep down, he was afraid to get involved with someone as similar as he was. He gently took her waist in his hands and held her close to his body. He pressed his forehead against hers and took in her scent. Whenever he got high, everything seemed to smell strong. He also really liked the way she smells, cigarettes and whatever perfume she wore. He gently kissed her lips and bit her bottom lips as he pulled back. “I uh…I dig.” He said back. Stitch waited for her to make the next move. 

He pulled her close, Kida couldn’t help feeling that blush rush back to her cheeks as he kissed her. The cute moment passed when he bit her lip. Kida’s libido kicked into overdrive. Her hands tugged at his hair as she pulled him closer. Her dark lips pressing against his lips passionately. She forced all thoughts of what this could turn into out of her mind. She just enjoyed the taste of weed on his tongue, the stubble rubbing against her cheek, his hands on her waist. The desperation for him mounted as she kissed him. It took everything she had to not undress him right there. They needed to get to somewhere remotely private. She tried to think of a place, but she was absorbed with Stitch. He was intoxicating. She hadn’t felt this way kissing someone, in a very long time. It was exhilarating being close to him. She pulled away and kissed down his neck, nipping at the skin here and there. Her hands snaked their way up his shirt, and she dragged her nails down his chest. “Fuck my room. Find me somewhere with a door you can pin me against.” She purred in his ear, her fingers finally reaching his belt. She tugged at it for a moment, hoping he caught her drift.

It was hard for Stitch not to continue everything right then and there. In fact, it pretty much took every ounce of will power not to just fuck right there. Stitch was mesmerized by this woman. Her taste, the way she kissed him. Her bites, her scratches. Everything about her excited him. He couldn’t stand not having her right then and there. But the worst was trying to think at a time like this. After she asked him where they should go, his brain nearly exploded. “Fuck…uh…shit…” He said in between breaths. His heart was racing from all the excitement. He looked around. The nearest building he could see was some art building. He wasn’t exactly sure seeing as he never entered it since he thought art was a waste of time but he vaguely remember hearing Lilo talking about how she picked up paint from there. He nodded his head in the direction of the building because he didn’t want to take his hands off of her body. “There?” He asked. He hoped she would just go with it because his body craved her and he wasn’t sure how much more he could wait. 

Hey cuties! The name is Stitch! I am a man seeking anything that moves. I come from the great island, Hawaii. My hobbies include skate boarding, setting things on fire and breaking shit with hammers. I am really easy to talk to and I’m not looking for anything serious right now. I enjoy weed, drinking and blacking out. My dream date would have to be cooking a lovely dinner for my significant other and burning down the kitchen! Don’t be shy, I don’t bite <33

our-people-are-dying:

STIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!

sorry ive been mia!!!!!!!!!! 

excited to continue our para <3