#( thank you so much for requesting this )

[b1gwings]

AAAAAAAA I'm so torn because I want to encourage the flames of Lovesong in you but also you know who Moonshine is so I could ask for her and I am torn apart XD

Go whichever way your heart takes you ❤️

AHHH HERE SHE IS!!! with a bonus pawpaw !!! I MISS HER SO MUCH... & as far as lovesong goes, perhaps there is a reason why the nicky and sparrow i drew for these reqs match :]

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[allylikethecat]

I would love to read your take on 6 and Gatty. These prompts are amazing!

Hello! I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish this prompt! BUT here it is! I hope you like it! I filled #6 Kiss... on a tear, previously as a pairing with #12 Kiss... in grief, (which can be found here) so I decided to go a little more light hearted this time! I hope it's still what you're looking for! I had a lot of fun writing this, I know humor isn't necessarily my strongest genre, but I made myself smile with this and I hope it makes you smile as well! Thank you so much for the request! I hope it was worth the wait! Let me know what you think! Thank you again!

❤️Ally

6. Kiss… on a falling tear

“Be careful with that,” said George, leaning up against the counter as he watched Matty wash the dishes in amusement. Matty hated washing dishes, it was his least favorite chore, and he would do anything and everything in his power to avoid it at all costs. He was more than content to let the task fall on George, who would do it without complaint, who found the repetition soothing. Matty was the type of person that would rather buy a new set of dishware in a pinch than wash the dishes in the sink. George had accepted that about him twenty years ago, and found it was easier for both of them, and healthier for their relationship, if he just did the dishes. 

But, after being heckled by the guys in the studio that morning for being a “bad housewife” because of his lack of domestic talents, and the clearly uneven divide of household tasks, he had put on the rubber gloves and insisted that while he might not have cooked for George that evening (George made dinner as usual) he could at least do the washing up. George had snorted in amusement and left him to it, chuckling to himself at the way the rubber gloves were clearly too big for Matty, extra space puckering at the end of the fingers, and the hard look of determination in his eyes as he mentally gave himself a pep talk before tackling the dishes. 

“I know what I’m doing, you don’t need to hover over my should-” Matty started before cutting himself off with a strangled exclamation that sounded like a distressed cat, the water from faucet hitting a spoon at just the right angle to send it splashing back into his face, soaking the collar of his tee shirt as he scrambled, clumsily diving forward to turn off the sink instead of just moving the spoon- the water still hitting him as he sputtered before the slamming the faucet off. 

George couldn’t help it, the next thing he knew he was doubled over, gasping for breath as he laughed at the sound Matty had made, at the absolute look of horror on his face as he turned to face George, dripping and covered in soap, eyes wide and mouth gaping like a confused fish. 

“What just happened?” Matty asked, clearly not understanding how physics worked, which made sense seeing as how he was constantly getting into trouble for skipping math and sciences courses in school. It only served to send George further into his spiraling laughter, he couldn’t stop, hands clutching his stomach, tears filling his eyes as he laughed.

Matty scrunched up his nose, looking like a distressed kitten who had just fallen in the bathtub, he was still dripping, having made no move to even wipe off his face. 

“Stop,” he said, his voice cracking as a grin threatened to break through. “It’s not funny,” he tried to argue, swallowing his own laughter. George's laughter was contagious and the absurdity of the situation striking him now that he was no longer being sprayed in the face.

“What even was that sound you made,” George choked, hiccuping which just set off another set of giggles, “I thought I knew all your sounds but even I have never heard that one before.” 

“Stop it!” Matty said, he was laughing now too, “The water wouldn’t stop!” 

“You just had to move the fucking spoon you didn’t have to turn the whole sink off,” George laughed, Matty shed the gloves, tossing them onto the counter as he made his way across the kitchen to where George was standing. They both knew they were being ridiculous, that it wasn’t even that funny, but it was a shock that had set off a fit of full body laughter, and once George got started, it wasn’t nearly impossible for him to stop.

“Stop laughing at me,” Matty pouted over dramatically, stepping into George’s space, reaching up to rest his hands on his shoulders as if he was trying to instill some kind of critical, sage, knowledge. “It’s not funny.” 

The seriousness of his tone just made George laugh harder, Matty chuckling himself, tears dripping down George’s cheeks. Matty stood on his tip toes, leaning forward to kiss one of the tears that leaked from George’s scrunched up eyes, before his intrusive thoughts won out and he found himself licking George’s cheek, his hot, pink tongue darting out quickly, tasting salt.

“God,” said George, still laughing as he pulled Matty closer, not even caring that Matty was getting him wet as well, pressing a kiss to the crown of Matty’s head, and burying his nose in the curls, trying and failing to stifle his laughter. “Don’t ever change.” 

“Does this mean I don’t have to finish the dishes,” Matty asked, pulling away slightly to look up at George through his lashes hopefully. 

“If you can live with the fact that Hann and Ross are never going to let it go,” George said, wiping at his still leaking eyes. 

“Do we have to tell them?” Matty asked, trying and failing to look seductive, the effect lost with the way water was still clinging to his eye lashes and water was dripping from his hair, running down his neck in soapy divots.

George snorted. “I’m telling literally everyone about this.” 

Matty groaned and pressed his face into George’s chest.

[kaereth]

Marcille and Falin on a double date with Kiki and Namari for a kofi request! Get teased Namari lol

[solroskajan]

:D

[waveoftheocean]

vashwood comm for @bohemienne6!!

[pocketgalaxies]

It feels good to be able to help. (for @overnighttosunflowers)

[orbbo]

Hey for fannon swap could we please get warden Grian? :D

Poor guy has to get custom sweaters.

((Thank you all for the request!! I wasn't expecting to get so many but I tried to do my best to do them all justice. I'm no longer taking fannon swap requests now. I'd love to do more general hermitcraft/life smp requests in the future. ))

[magicshop]

mini & moni (ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ✿) for @epiphanytear [cr. namuspromised, 0613data]

"Thank you for living, breathing and being born." "He is someone I really need in my life and I hope he'll be by my side for a long time."

[gilly-moon]

MAY I REQUEST... ROXAS KINGDOM HEARTS... 👁️

That’s him your honor. That’s the hot topic bitch whose theme song has been ruining my life for almost twenty years.

[chimchiri]

hiii !! im so sorry you are not feeling the greatest, and i how you feel better soon ~ may i suggest some college au where dulcinea is the teacher assistant of a gideons and harrows class, and gideon can simply stop gawking at her <3 (extra points if harrow is kind of jelous) :D i send happy thoughts your way, keep pushing through :)

I have no idea what Dulcinea is teaching or even doing here. Neither does Gideon. And no one cares. Except for Harrow. She cares a lot.

God the more I draw her, the more I love giving Gideon some longer hair...

[erwinsvow]

Imagine if Rafe let R try a joint

Like, her brains getting all fuzzy and she's even more giggly than usual, and he's just, like enamoured. He thinks she's adorable.

"one hit, that's it-" rafe says, low and quiet in your ear.

you're curled up on his lap at the party, both of you resting on the couch while you observe the scene around you with big eyes. rafe's friends were snorting powder off of mirrors, washing it down with liquor that was definitely harder than the fruity seltzer your boyfriend allowed you to drink. rafe said you couldn't handle anything harder, and you agreed without questioning him, like you always did.

you had pointed to the white lines on the table infront of you and asked him as sweetly as you could if you could try some. kelce overheard you and starts pushing the mirror in your direction, and you look at him with a smile, before rafe stares him down and delivers a tap to your cheek. it's just to get your attention, not really to hurt you, but you feel your face flushing where he touched you when he speaks.

"hey, you don't listen to him, you listen to me, right?" you see kelce in the corner of your eye, taking the tray back and offering it to the girl next to him.

"i know, i just-"

"no, no just anything. y'can barely drink this watered-down crap without trippin' over your feet." he rests back on the sofa, hands gripping your waist and leg tightly. "wants to snort coke. you're funny, kid."

you pout, taking another sip of your drink. you're only half way through the can but your head is starting to feel fuzzy, already. you decide then and there that rafe always knows best for you, but you still want to try the things he tries, show him that you can handle it. the boys next to rafe pass a blunt over you, directly to him. when they blow out the smoke, you start coughing, but watch carefully as your boyfriend takes a long hit. just as he's about to pass it across to kelce, you catch his wrist.

"can i try that instead? please?" you try your best to straighten up, to show him you can take it and that you're not already drunk. "please," you whine, and his friends turn their head to look. you're sure that they think it's silly, the way you have to ask rafe for permission for everything and anything. you don't care, though.

"kid, stop-"

"i can take it, promise. just this time. i won't ever ask again."

that's how you had ended up like this, rafe talking into your ear while he holds the blunt to your lips.

"alright, suck in. long as you can. you're a pro at that, aren't ya?" his words make you lose your concentration, breaking into a coughing fit before you can even try to inhale.

"rafe!" you whine again, pummeling your fists into his chest, still choking on the smoke. your throat feels scratchy but you know that couldn't have been enough.

"what, kid, i gotta do everything for you?" he takes a long hit, and then grips your cheeks with his hand, forcing your mouth open and then blowing the smoke into your throat for you. then he clamps it shut, holds your shoulder while you cough, and passes the blunt along to kelce.

you cough a little, but before long, you're putty in his arms, leaning your head against his shoulder and giggling at nothing. you poke at his chest and then start playing with his chain, then his hair, and then back down to his fingers. he lets you do it, watching you play with his ring and pressing a kiss to your forehead. you're cute like this, he thinks, less shy and not as worried what everyone must think about you. he thinks he likes it, that maybe he should let you smoke with him every once in a while.

"feel good, baby?" he asks in your ear, and you squirm in his touch, pulling away before resting your head again.

"mhm. really good. this is fun. wish it wasn't a crime." he laughs, taking another sip of his beer. you try to copy him, reaching for your seltzer but knocking it over by accident.

"oops," you say with another laugh. "sorry to-wait, whose house is this?"

"c'mon kid, makin' a mess," he groans, picking up the can and watching the fizzy liquid travel.

"sorry, daddy." in your state, you don't realize how loud you said it, but even with everyone's eyes on you, you don't care much, smiling back sweetly at rafe.

"alright, we're leavin'."

[artgroves]

Ultimate meetcute for @mercurialmisfitmusings

[bishicat]

Can u draw ur inq and solas being happy (;-;)

Y E S :).

[httyd-art-requests]

Ohhh could i ask a hybrid dragon?

(Night fury x DeathSong)

srry for bothering and...

I LOVE YOUR ART AND DRAGON DESIGNSSSS <3♡♡

Extremely cool dragon combination, thank you for requesting it!

Dragon #113 - Night Fury × Death Song Hybrid

I'm thinkiiing... Nightsong. Or Night Song, whichever spelling looks nicer

[uhohdad]

loser könig ‘comforting’ reader after she had a bad breakup/failed date…

(18+) Loser!König x Heartbroken!Reader

WARNING: MANIPULATIVE & COERCIVE BEHAVIOR

Loser!König’s brows are creased in sympathy, cooing reassurances in a soft, compassionate tone - but he truly could not be happier. He has to bite back the smile just begging to make the muscles in his face sore.

Loser!König hated your boyfriend anyway, such an arrogant jerk he was. König would treat you so much better, he would never make you cry. You can’t see it now, but you’re much better off.

Loser!König doesn’t dare miss his opportunity to touch you, rubbing your back soothingly as you cry, his hands dipping lower than they should on each descent of his gentle traces.

Loser!König’s cock is straining against his pants, and he can hardly bring himself to feel ashamed about it. The sound of your stuttered sobs and the sight of tears streaming down your face has his cock at full attention, a bead of arousal forming at the tip and threatening to stain his underwear.

Loser!König scoots closer to you, pressing his thigh to yours as he slings his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

Loser!König sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, holding back a needy groan when your palm rests on his chest. He can feel your plush, clothed breasts graze against him with each of your faltered breaths.

Loser!König rests his cheek on the top of your head, eyes lulling as he inhales you. You’re intoxicating, he’s high off the scent of your shampoo and your touch, his cock throbbing with each breath of you he draws.

Loser!König will fix you a drink to make you feel better. Loosen you up a little. You’re so weak and vulnerable right now, he’s hoping that your ex not only just drove you into his arms, but into his bedroom as well.

Loser!König <3

[taylachan]

I love this idea so much. Harrow's legs are falling asleep but she doesn't want to wake Gideon up. Just because she needs to gather her strenght. Obviously.