#WIFE BOX??

[loserrofthecentury]

I think the funniest thing about the rhetoric that butchfemme is somehow heteronormative is that a lot of the things butches are called heteronormative for, men don’t even do.

[qifreyplushie]

If you're still taking art requests 👉👈 perhaps Xie Lian holding Hua Cheng princess style?

hua cheng: ok now benchpress me

[paris-in-space]

Midway through the book I wondered how the story would be if instead of "Lucy is the warning and Mina is the one they must save", Jonathan came back a couple weeks earlier and it was "Mina reads her traumatized husband's journals and can't talk to him about it for fear of hurting his health. So she, Lucy, and one or two of Lucy's maids team up to save Lucy and fight Dracula." Idk if that sparks any drawing inspo?

I love this idea a lot.

I would like to have done more with like the maids and stuff I think it’s a really cool idea but I wanted to get the drawing done this evening and not still be working on it too late.

I hope you like it sorry it took me so long to get around to doing this request.

[diamondcitydarlin]

lol also this moment went by too fast to really see but are they not giving 'kick his ass babe i got yo flower' energy??! Someone pissed Lydia the fuck OFF and Beetlejuice is just here to support her revenge arc lmao I am so here for Lydia/Beetlejuice team up FINALLY

[i-heart-yellowstone]

John Dutton with wife reader. Him being in such a mood that even his children start to tease him and her joining in. Anything at all. Fluff/suggestive. Up to you. Thanks!! :))

With prompts; "Are you really this happy 24/7?"

"Are you really this grumpy 24/7?"

"Are you really this happy 24/7?"

Tags [ @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @pear-1206

Exiting through the front door I joined my husband on the old wooden porch swing that overlooked the main part of the property we called our home. He moved one of his arms and laid it back down over my shoulder once I had taken my spot right by his side.

The sounds of nature were the only things we could hear for once. There weren't any of his adult kids running to complain about something or him having to rush off to fight someone who wanted to take the land from us.

I thought we could live in this peaceful moment forever- unfortunately that isn’t the case when it comes to Beth Dutton.

Her car quickly came down the gravel and dust driveway where she parked at the end of the steps. She slammed her car door walking up to the porch seeing me and her father sitting on the swing. “Are you really this happy 24/7?" She bluntly asked the two of us.

I began choking on the coffee I was drinking from one of the kitchen mugs, not expecting that to come from her mouth. “What! Why would you ask that?”

“Beth, I’m allowed to be happy with another woman.” Her father John remarked back at his only daughter.

His only daughter wasn’t exactly happy when he had brought me to the ranch a couple of times for our dates. And she especially wasn’t happy when we had gotten married a year later. I knew why though, it was because I wasn’t her mother. To her I was he step-mother.

We had done our best to be nice to one another but apparently she hadn’t fully accepted that her father could be happy with another woman just yet and we’ve been married for almost five years now.

Beth crossed her arms over her chest. “Come on, daddy. I mean you can’t really be happy all the time with her.”

“Beth!” John grumbled running a frustrated hand down his face.

I held my coffee mug in both hands, nudging my husband with my elbow in a joking manner. “Oh come on, John. You don’t have to fake being happy with me.”

“Y/n, I’m not faking it.” John shifted on his side of the porch swing so that he was directly facing me.

I tilted my head to the side knowing I could tease him for a little longer before he would figure out that I was entirely joking with the love of my life. “Are you sure? I mean I doubt I’m anything like Evelyn was in bed.”

“My mom popped out four kids in total. How many kids do you want to give birth to Y/n?” Beth asked, flipping her hair out of her eyes. “I’m going to get you someone better.”

John rolled his eyes, sitting his coffee mug down on the side table with frustration in his tone. “Beth, that's too far. Okay. I’m married to Y/n and you’re just going to have to accept it.”

“It’s going to happen, daddy.” She smirked in my direction.

Leaning back in the porch swing I almost couldn’t contain my laughter. “Oh god.”

“This whole man-to-man shit thing we got going is becoming a little ridiculous.” John shook his head wishing this would end.

His daughter spun on her heels walking up to the front door. “I’m on it.”

“Beth!”

She called back. “I got it.”

“Beth!” Her father shouted at her.

She shut the front door and hollering beforehand. “I’m totally on it!”

Once we were back alone together on the front porch I touched the side of his face making him look me in the eye. “Honey, I was just joking when I said I don’t enjoy being married to you.”

“But you said-“

I cut him chuckling lightly. “It was a lie, John. I was just trying to make your daughter happy. The only way I think she will like me is when she sees me start agreeing with her on some things.”

“Thank god.” He sighed heavily, slumping his shoulders in relief.

Resting one hand against the side of his face I felt him lean into my palm. “I can’t imagine being married to anyone else but you.”

“I didn’t realize that I was missing having a woman in my life until I saw your truck break down on the side of the road that morning.” He recalled causing a smile to grace my lips at the memory.

When I had gotten a flat tire on my truck right outside the Dutton fence line I thought I would have to call someone to tow me to a shop which would take hours until I saw a man around my age rode up to the fence on a horse wearing a white cowboy hat.

Leaning forward I kissed him slowly, moving my other hand behind his neck making the gentle kiss deeper until he broke it suggesting a common morning routine for us. “How do you feel about going for a ride?”

“Have you not met me? I would love nothing more.” Getting up from the swing I finished the last of my coffee, rushing towards the wooden stairs heading straight to the barn walking backward. Yelling with my hands cupped around my mouth. “Meet me at the barn. I’ll saddle the horses, just don’t forget my hat.”

John groaned getting to his feet, calling back. “You’re hat. I remember the white hat belonging to me when we met.”

“What’s mine is yours, honey!” I laughed with a cheerful grin.

He shook his head going to grab what we needed to ride our horses, truly treasuring the joy he felt once falling in love with you. “I love her. Let’s go to work.” It would take time for Beth to accept her father could be happy with someone else than her mother, but he wasn’t going to not live his life simply waiting for her approval.

[spirit-lanterns]

Wife!aglaea keeping us busy while she works using one of her Mannequins to play with us while being tied up by her threads... Just make sure to lock the door honey ;)

🦐

TW: Monsterfucking(?), bondage, fingering, gagging, workplace sex, Aglaea being a bit mean

Aglaea who takes you to work with her and soon regrets it as you’re a very distracting person to have in her office. You can’t stop crawling into her lap and demanding her attention, pawing at her hands for her to finger you while she works. Aglaea’s hands twitch with such unresolved lust, wanting you lift you up and plunge her digits into your soft, aching core… But the Goddess has paperwork to do, so she commands one of her mannequins to pick you off her lap, her golden threads restraining you in the air.

You look so amusing. Like a cat who was caught up in some string, but Aglaea can’t admire you for long. She sighs and goes back to work, letting her mannequin strip you and give you the pleasure you desperately seek. It’s not the same though, you whine for Aglaea to let you down so you could ride her thigh, grind on the heel of her shoe, anything that would allow you to get close to your wife. But alas, Aglaea is focused on scribbling away at her petty documents, her brow twitching every time she hears a particularly cute moan, or a lewd squelch from the mannequin’s fingers inside you.

“A bit too loud my dear, we can’t let any of the others know you’re in here,” she uses one of her strings —one a bit on the thicker side— to gag your mouth while the mannequin continues to pump their fingers. You all but squirm pathetically in Aglaea’s threads, each ripple of the string letting Aglaea know just how much you crave her. She doesn’t move though, smiling to herself as your moans are the only symphony she would ever listen to while working.

[cinemaphiliacc]

can u guys watch the radlings for me

[apothesized-moth]

" Afraid to Start / Got your heart in a Headlock "

I'm gonna go insane I have been hyperfocused on this Drawing for a full day it's getting too crazy here.

THIS IS NOT A SHIP POST. I DON'T SHIP THEM. I KNOW THE LYRICS CAN BE INTERPRETED AS SUCH OR SOMETHING BUT THIS IS NOT A SHIP POST.

(Some stuff under the cut eek)

The Song, because I'm Insane about it

Shoutout to my friend Dora ( @dorathefake ) who made me aware I was totally ripping her off because we found the SAME pinterest Base (I LOST THE OG IMAGE I'M SOBBING IF I FIND THE LINK AGAIN I WILL POST IT HERE) and have the Same Brain. So go follow her the Art is Scrumptious <3

As a reward for being Nosey you can have a WIP picture where I put a special Guest in the box

Kay thanks bye, I love you! :)

[messymoonmad]

Man Eurymachus is so hot😔

I must give my manz a smooch

*smooching sounds*

[grubus]

tell me about wife hunt yqy??

wife hunt YQY!!!

Basically an omega au, where YQY is revealed to be an omega at a meeting between sects. Due to PIWD Plot Reasonings, this leads to a demand for a "hunt", where the winning alpha gets to claim and mate him.

SJ is fucking pissed.

Not only didn't he know YQY was an omega; HIM!!!! But no, there is now also the fact that RIVAL sects wants to claim YQY, clearly as a political move. After all, CQM is the number one sect! If, say, a high ranked alpha from HHP manages to claim YQY... well that would SUCK.

On top of that, he always fucking knew LQG was a dishonorable piece of shit, because the brute has decided to join the wife hunt as well. Clearly SQQ has no other choice than to join to ensure that YQY's honor is kept.

Just... a fic where YQY has to try very hard to get away from people while 100% hoping his Xiao-Jiu catches him, meanwhile SJ and LQG are murdering so many alphas in this hunt and also constantly trying to stab each other as well.

I've spoken about this idea before but I just really love it so much! I look forward to writing it all out one day. I think it would be very, very funny. Especially if SJ almost catches YQY early, but he assumes YQY took pity on him and gets so pissed off that he chases him away, demanding a "proper challenge" while poor YQY is truly just. So flustered about having face planted just because he caught SQQ's scent.

[dykesevika]

Werewolf Sevika !!

Men DNI

DO NOT use or repost my art without credit/permission

[djkerr]

Christine Baranski and King Princess attend "The Picture Of Dorian Gray" Opening Night at The Music Box Theatre, New York City. (March 27, 2025)

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[bellarkeselection]

I had an idea for rip. It’s kinda like the scene from season 1 where jimmy got beaten up by Fred but instead of Jimmy could it be the reader is rips wife and she’s secretly pregnant with their second child and she protects her stomach and then revel to rip she’s pregnant again. You can easily change bits to the story or even add a little bit of smut that’s fine with me .

The Rule Of Fighting…Especially my Wife

Threading my fingers through his black hair Rip broke the kiss pulling himself out of me where we laid under the covers naked. Running a hand over my face I began catching my breath. Moving my other hand over my growing pregnant belly until Rip grasped my hand in his. Rolling onto my side I whispered still not awake even though we woke up in a very pleasing way. “Do you have to go to work today. Can’t we just take a day and lay around the house?”

“You’re daddy wouldn’t like that. Besides I owe him everything for letting me work at the ranch.” He responded leaning forward and kissing me on the head gently getting up from the bed. He shrugs his jeans on and grabbed his black jacket with his hat off the hook.

Holding myself up on my elbow I held the sheet up against my chest even though he had seen me naked already. “Yeah you’re probably right, baby. Hey though where do you think our little Georgie is off too?”

“I ain’t too sure. He’s probably trying to sattle a horse or running around with his grandpa John. I’ll see you later tonight Y/n.” He placed his hat on his head coming over giving me one last kiss going to work.

Getting out of the bed, I ran my hands down my grown belly, looking myself over in the standing mirror we had in the corner of the bedroom. I slide on the pair of jeans that didn't press on my stomach, pairing it with a light orange flannel shirt that was tucked into them. With some light brown boots and a tan cowgirl hat on my head. Heading towards the barn, I grabbed the saddle for my horse about to throw it over until I heard someone make a remark about me entering the room. "Woah, I guess that Wheeler really couldn't let you go, so he just keeps knocking you up."

"I'm sorry do you have a problem with me?" Throwing the saddle over my horse I turned around on my feet with my boots kicking up dust.

My gaze met the appearance of one of the ranch hands who was named Fred if I remember correctly. "I've got a problem with you getting special attention from the boss."

"Your boss is my father, so.." Crossing my arms over my chest, I snipped in a slight tone.

Fred stepped closer towards me, glaring down at me since he was slightly taller than me. "I ain't talkin about your daddy, Dutton. You're sleeping with Wheeler and get off work early and still getting the same pay as we do. That isn't right in my opinion."

"First off, I get breaks more than you because of my five year old son Georgie and are you blind cause at the moment I'm pregnant again. Two, I'm heading to work now Fred - argh!" I screamed when he stomped up grabbing me by my hair yanking me backwards until I elbow him in the face.

He stumbled backwards holding his nose while I spun around on my feet. "You bitch!"

"You don't want to fight me, Fred." I warned him, getting in a fighting stance with my hands into fists ready to go.

Yet the ranch hand refused my warning and came charging straight for me. He tackled me to the dirt before I could really blink. He was throwing punches at me but I was blocking most until he gave a harsh one to my belly and I released a cry of agony. "God damn!" I cursed curling up in a ball for a second with him getting to his feet.

"You need to remember who is stronger here, Dutton girl." He spat down to me.

Sniffing through some tears i glared at him until I swiped my feet underneath his near mine where he topped to the dust. Forcing myself to my feet I held my stomach with one hand landing a good punch on his nose with the other. Fred came back trying to kick my stomach yet I buried my face close against it so he kneed me in the face. My nose begins bleeding where he quickly grabbed my arm throwing me over his back until we heard my son's sweet voice. "Mommy, why are you wrestling?"

"You're boys gonna see how weak you are - ohhh fuck!" Fred groaned in serious pain onto his knees when I kicked him in between his legs giving me the chance to rush to my son.

Grabbing his shoulders I croaked through tears and some pain myself. "Georgie, go find daddy now. Bring him here." He ran off when Fred started getting up until I charged tackling the man even though it was harder when I was pregnant.

Swinging a few punches at Fred I got some of his blood on my knuckles. He grabbed my wrists twisting them behind my back throwing me down again. "I told you I was stronger than you, bitch!" He growled in my ear where he about kicks me in the stomach again until someone harshly shoved his body against the wooden barn stalls.

Gasping for breath and some relief I sat upright seeing my husband Rip had him by the collar where he threw him against the stall and then did it again but it was down in the dirt raising his voice. "What's the rule about fighting, Fred. You wanna fight somebody, come fight me. I'll fight you all damn day!"

"That girl done started it with her saying that she deserves the same pay as we do but cuts out half the work. I guess you'll believe anything when you married a whore." Fred coughed looking at me when Georgie came over by my side.

Rip yanked the guy by his jacket holding him against the wall where he almost couldn't breathe by the choke hold he had on the ranch hand. "What did you call her!"

"She's knows I'm right that's she had to send in the little guy to get the big guns." Fred taunts until my husband kicked him harshly in the gut and he collapsed into the dirt.

He grabbed Fred up one last time against the wall for good measure croaking his deep tone with the words he declared. "If you ever hit or speak to my wife like that again I'll kill you, Fred! Are you okay, Y/n?" He released him from his grasp coming slowly over to me with his gaze softening.

"I hurt a little bit...here especially. But otherwise I think I'll be fine." I mumbled placing my hand in his with my eyes dropping to my pregnant stomach where he tugged me up to stand where he picked me up bridal style when I almost collapsed onto the dirt not able to stand on my own.

He carried me back to our cabin with Georgie following us and opening the door to the cabin, then our bedroom and finally the bathroom. "Georgie, go grab one of my shirts and the shorts off the foot of the bed for mommy." Rip spoke towards our son who quickly came back with what he asked.

"Is mommy going to be okay, daddy?" He asked with worry in his sweet voice.

Rip sat me down on the toilet lowering himself to his knees since I didn't have gotten my balance back yet. "She will be. I want you to go play with grandpa John while I help mommy okay little man." He nodded leaving us alone in the bathroom letting silence into the room.

He slowly tugged on my shirt shrugging it over and off my body giving him perfect view of my belly. "I'm sorry he did this to you..to our baby. I'll take him to the train station tomorrow morning if that's what you want." He placed his on my bump feeling me slightly pull away when he touched the sorest part of my body from the fight.

"Rip, don't blame yourself for this. Fred has always been a jackass from the day my father hired him. I'll go to the doctor and get the baby checked out." Resting my hands on his shoulders I sent him a half smile knowing he would start blaming himself for me getting injured.

He nodded, helping me remove my pants and slide the shorts up. He ran a hand through my hair once I slipped his shirt on that was like a dress on me. "I love you so much, darling. He will never touch you again I swear it." He softly took me into his arms carrying me into the other room laying me down in the bed.

He climbed in on his side and I snuggled up into his warmth knowing he would leave to deal with the rancher when I went to sleep and rested. "I love you, Rip and so will this second child of ours." Whispering up into his brown eyes I intertwined our hands together closing my eyes letting sleep overtake me.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[paris-in-space]

Jonathan and Mina huddle when Jonathan was telling Mina that being unclean is nonesense and holding her closer

I am hoping this is the moment you meant because damn it hurts

I’m slowly collecting Jonathan’s various states of hair like Pokemon

[lostwiginity]

Logan: I don't think the dog needs the ultra-bite-resistant anxiety relief plushie. Those things are bigger than her and she's got three teeth.

Wade: This isn't for Mary, this is for you! Sure, I can regenerate, but you're going to give me a complex with how often you backstab me in your sleep. Now can you please tell me which one you want?

Logan: *mumbles* The otter I guess...

[dewdlebot]

I love that Ramsey’s epithet cards sometimes have him as “Probably Divorced.”

Like not even confirmed.

Im imagining that everyone else sees him that way and no one wants to be the person that pulls the pin on the grenade that is asking him about it, they all just assume he’s divorced because those are the vibes he gives off.

Plot twist: he’s never even been married. But the moment he finds out people think he’s divorced he leans into it super hard but the story changes everytime you ask him so now everyone thinks he’s been divorced atleast 27 times

Percy is heartbroken for him