#all my respect ♡

[meidui]

2012!stevetony + that don't impress me much

[zu-is-here]

Everything is Blue

[3/21] Happy anniversary! ★

inspired by this

Swap by popcornpr1nce

Error & Blueberror from askerrorsans by loverofpiggies

[lilflowerpot]

Hi flower!!! Great to have you back and I’m glad you are doing well!! Just letting you know that LB continues to rotate around in my head like a rotisserie chicken so I have some more art!

I’ve had this as a wip for months, I hate backgrounds but I finally finished it! Loved the scenes of them in the forest! You can really tell how much they like being together!

After I finished it the first time I reread the chapter and remembered that they were covered in mud lol so hereis that edited version! I love re-reading your story I wish I could read it for the first time again and I am forever great-full that you continue to work on this fanfic! I eat up anything you write!

Lastly I was practicing not drawing same face syndrome so I practiced with the bunker group! I have some more silly drawings that I’ll share later but welcome back! I also have had some problems with art block but drawing the LB characters is always such fun!

!!!!!!!!!!!!

ilysm GOD these are utterly wonderful once again, you truly do spoil me by dedicating your creative talents to my fic 🥰🥰🥰

[nonokoko13]

I know what he is

I recognise a tsundere when I see one

[wish-i-were-heather]

OMG ok so rant but today at lunch my friends and i got to where we always eat and THE SPOTS WERE TAKEN??? like literally someone stole our table i was ready to throw hands 😤😤 (also im pretty sure it was the girl who hates me for no reason too so ugh) so we were like uhh what do we do theres no open tables BUT THEN WE FOUND ONE AND YIPPEE 😁 and we sat down and started eating. and then one of my friends needed to get something idk what but she got up and walked away for a sec and WHILE SHE WAS GONE THIS FRESHMAN JUST WALKS UP AND TAKES THE CHAIR??? listen listen he doesnt just grab it and bring it to another table- he SITS IN IT, and then turns to face his friends at the table next to us. BASICALLY SITTING AT OUR TABLE??? AND IM LIKE HELLO DUDE KID IDK WHAT TO CALL HIM GET AWAY??? and my friends and i were laughing but also lowkey scared... and then my friend comes back and the kid doesnt move and ignores her so she just pulls up another chair while hes sitting there???? but it gets worse omg. 😭😭so eventually he gets up but his friends are still at the table next to us so theyre being loud and annoying and then eventually he SITS ON OUR TABLE??? like fully sits on the edge of the table. excuse me??? also theres this couple at his friends table (even tho hes harassing us and practically sitting at our table) and they keep like petting each other and its just really scary like they were actually rubbing each others arms and backs and theyre FRESHMEN so im like SIR YOU ARE THIRTEEN WHAT THE FUCK but not acc ofc i dont say anything. but this kid is STILL sitting at our table??!!??!?! and its scary because even more freshmen come up and were like WHY ARE THEY MULTIPLYING😭😭😭😭 so eventually we left and just started walking to the next class cause we could NOT do this anymore

[truethes]

last picture i promise 🥹 but seeing all the characters here has got me tearing up. thank you ser.vamp for everything 💖

[auragasmics]

using writing to manifest…i think yes!

it just makes sense yk, writing about your ideal traits in a man/woman, how they treat you, and really visualizing it as if it’s your life is key!

[jizzlords]

What happened to asking him to dinner and having such vulgar topics over some candlelight? Actually, you know what? This works fine.

[chuuya-brainrot]

bruh what

Who the heck is this cheese anon stealing my bestie from me

They're mine thank you

(⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠)

I have no idea bestie but you'll always have a special place in my heart dw (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

[meatriarch]

see now lamb & i talking about the family and its reach across texas and its influence in numerous walks of life throughout newt, muerto county, etc etc it really is just like.

yes the family IS poverty-stricken and they struggle day-to-day to survive. but also what the extended hewitt-sawyer family in our Lores operate is just,

gas stations, mechanic shop, slaughter, mill, amusement park ( bc could be funny, ), diners / bakeries / butchers / etc, sheriffs depts, possibly radio broadcasters / news outlet, not to mention farmers who theyve likely…. politely asked to get produce & livestock from, bars, churches, the motels and inns, health clinic, other types of venues where they often find outsiders to target, marketplaces, carpenters / furniture-makers, etc etc

[lctibule]

ngl to this day i still want an au where overwatch gets to genji before hanzo kills him, where he gets recruited into blackwatch without becoming a cyborg, bc it'd be such a fucking disaster. smelly privileged playboy bastard who's too cocky for his own good and doesn't take anything seriously and keeps buying expensive food, drink, and luxury goods with overwatch's money... that's what you want in your black ops division, right? surely that won't inevitably cause any problems.

[b1mbodoll]

update : requests and thirsts r closed pls do not submit any from now on until i open them again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if i get more robotic ass requests with no decency im turning asks off :] sorry i really dont want to esp bc i love interacting with my followers and anons but its just so tiring bc no one even makes an effort to read my rules :( and they just continue sending requests and stuff and its somewhat frustrating bc a lot of them r just very dry and its like… if ur not making an effort to treat writers with respect why should they put forth effort to write what you want when you want!!!!! grrrr

[truethes]

he's not part of the team but i do think lu.ochas dynamics with the hqc are amazing. jing.liu "i stand with my cancelled partner", dan hen.g "first character to get invited onto the astral express by him", jing yua.n "i poisoned one of our glasses but i forgot which one" / "with the way this is going lets hope its mine", blad.e "bis healer who seems to be featured now as a bg character with him in multiple scenes - both cursed by the abundance in ways they never wanted" and even ba.iheng / bai.lu has so much abundance potentials ... esp as now the high elder ...

[bonyato]

One remarkably funny aspect of my experience w/ DGМN was all those instances in which Id favor a digidеstined's critter more than I did the kid they were partnered up with. it felt exactly like this image

[retiredteabag]

winter weight (nanami ver)

Synopsis: nanami has gained some weight this winter, it seems you don't mind.

based on this fanfic I wrote for Toji which was based on this fanart! thank you @lil-sis for requesting more nanami :,)

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You had known Nanami Kento for years before you were romantically involved. He had never made an inappropriate comment, always treated you with the utmost respect, and was all-around, the truest form of a gentleman.

For a time, you locked away your feelings for the kind man, sure he could never see you in that way, but little did you know, the man in question hid from your gaze, not because he did not want to see you, but in fear that you would see him. See him for what he was: a man, obsessed.

You had been with Ken for nine months now and he was everything you could want and more. He was communicative, thoughtful, and romantic. He looked at you in a way nobody had before. Likewise, for you, those nine months passed with comfortable ease.

This was your first winter together, and with the changing of the seasons you learned day by day that the man you knew was your life partner. The both of you were homebodies in a sense, however, with the chilly air and light snowfall this week, you were even more keen on a night in together.

You raced around the house, lighting candles, simmering mulling spices on the stove, and laying out blankets for the two of you. The house felt even cozier knowing that Ken was coming to join you.

He had spent the afternoon with his parents and was coming over after having dinner, he told you to eat without him and you had just finished cleaning your plate when you received a text,

"I am on my way now, sweetheart, is there anything you would like from the store?"

Ken was like this, domestic in the way that made you want to bounce around the room. You thought for a moment before deciding you would probably need more eggs. Earlier this week the two of you had planned a movie night, the next morning you were both hoping to bake cookies together while playing board games or taking turns reading to one another.

You informed him of the need for eggs and he told you he would be just a few more minutes. During that time you scrolled through the choices of movies, picking a few for the two of you to choose from.

Despite being together longer than the gestational period for a baby human, you still received butterflies in your stomach at the thought of his arrival. Knowing he was nearly home, you bounded to the kitchen and faced the door, the room smelled delicious, the only thing missing was his presence, and perhaps another layer of clothing.

Even so, you could hear his footsteps approach and knew that the two of you would share a blanket and body heat in no time.

When the man finally opened the door he was smiling shyly, a red dusting across his face from the cold. He wore a long winter coat, and in his arms were a bouquet of flowers and a wrapped gift.

You rushed to greet him, taking the day bag from his arm,

"Oh! Ken, they're beautiful!" You stood on tiptoe as he bent his knee and you kissed his cold cheek. "Goodness, you're freezing! Come in please!"

"Hello, my love." He smiled more broadly now, wrapping his free arm around you, "This if from my parents, but they told me not to let you open it until the holidays."

A warmth ran through you, the Nanami's were all too kind. Kento set the flowers on the counter and stepped toward the coat rack by the door to retire his shoes and jacket.

In the motion it took for him to pull the sleeves off his broad shoulders, you took him in. Leaning on the kitchen counter you allowed yourself to stare at him. His dress shirt was tight on his arms, and his suit pants clung to his thighs. You took a step toward him again.

"I almost don't want you to change, you look so handsome in your work clothes."

"Well, I've certainly put on some weight. These pants hardly fit now." he looks increasingly uncomfortable, not to be in your presence but to show that he was dressed in such a tailored fashion.

"Ken, my dear, you look incredible." You contain the desire to squeeze his thigh by walking to the bedroom and bringing out a pair of sweats and a cotton shirt.

"Although you are a delight to see this way, I'll let you get comfortable." You smile and pinch his bicep.

"Thank you, dear, I don't believe I've ever been so heavy. It's all the good restaurants you introduce me to, perhaps I should get back into the gym." He had grabbed the soft clothes you picked for him and walked into the bedroom to change.

"You're the one bringing me to all those good restaurants so you can't just blame me." You smile from outside the door.

"I'm just grateful you're with me" He laughs, pulling the shirt over his head.

"Ugh!" You exclaim, "Of course, Ken, don't say something so ridiculous." He laughs but you are still caught on what he said earlier. "And don't start going to the gym, you look great, very chewable."

He pops out from behind the door and looks down at you, amused. "I'm not sure how to feel about that descriptor, but if you still like me with extra weight, then I suppose I can remain comfortable."

"Still like you?" You gasp offended, "Ken, I grow more attracted to you every day, I don't care how tight your clothes are, in fact, it's a good look."

He gives you a mischievous face, "Go sit on the couch, pick a movie, stop trying to seduce me."

You laugh, incredulous, "I'm not trying anything, I'm only speaking the truth." You shrug, bounding to the couch and crawling beneath the blanket. Ken brings two mugs of cider before joining you.

That night you lay on his chest, watching a cheesy romance, the both of you laughing at the silly main character. You tilt your head up, to watch his face, your eyes catching the beginning of a few grey hairs dispersed in his blonde hair. You gently run your hand through his undercut.

In that moment, in his arms, as comfortable as you've ever been, you are sure, he is the man you will grow old with.

[bunny-jpeg]

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ i like my men older - simon riley♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

you knew that your friends from school raised an eyebrow when you told them that you were dating a man almost double your age. you were in your twenties, while this 'simon' guy was close to fifty. you told them that he was an army man who had a gooey center for you.

your friends could see the upgrade in your laptop and the new knapsack with a logo that proclaimed it was expensive. the small chain around your neck with a 's' on it that you toyed with when they asked questions about him.

you looked happy, healthier even! you weren't eating minute meals and surviving off of black coffee. there was a little roundness to your cheeks now and you looked more alive. a glow to you that wasn't that while you trudged through your graduate program. so honestly, how could they complain?

if you had a glow to you, it was because you were often fucked out. most women your age through that dating an older man would mean having to go slow. be patient about technical difficulties regarding their cocks. that was what you expected from a man that old. especially one with aches and pains like simon. your poor si, he had been in the military his entire life. barely had the touch of a woman during that time! poor guy! of course you'll teach him all the ways a woman should please a man. the first time you ran your tongue on the underside of his cock he cam all over your head, and while you whined. it made you crazy hot. fucking simon was like fucking a live wire. he hadn't slowed down with age. he fucked like a stallion in breeding season. and he loved when he pulled his heavy cock into you. you once told him that he could be a cervix breaker. and he simply said, "well, if i break it... i can't breed it." which made you go slack jaw for a moment before he continued to rut up against you. you didn't expect a man of his age to have a breeding kink.

you practically begged your doctor to give you birth control, because he was not buying condoms. "don't fit in 'em, lovie." he said as he patted his clothed cock when you started dating. you knew that was impossible, condoms could fit a lot of things and while simon was fairly big. he could fit in a condom. but, no. when you tried to put them on yourself, he simply took it off, tossed it to the side and pinned you under his heavy weight. legs in the air as he rutted against you like a hungry animal.

he was so much bigger than you. wide shoulders, strong thighs and a bit of a gut to keep you folded under him. there was a masculine heft to him. he was strong, picking you up was easy to him even when you tried to tell him your weight. one time he gripped you by the waist with one arm and moved you out of the way. you kicked and squeaked as you were moved. but to simon it was easy as lifting heavy equipment. but that softness to some of his muscles really got you hot all over. it didn't help that part of your role as his girlfriend was to make sure that your man was fed. you cooked him meals and he over devoured in your sweet dessert. he loved you in an apron. all domestic and sweet for him. you were real wifey material. could easily be cooking meals for him and the kids in a few years. you can have a graduate degree and a few riley babies. "look good cookin' for me, darlin'. know how to make a proper meal for your man." you wouldn't admit but his words excited you.

simon can be a little... chauvinistic. it was just his age. while he respected female colleagues in the military and was beyond happy that you were getting your degree. he'd do things for you that you could clearly do on your own. like when you tried to fix the leaky tap in your flat. or when you try to carry all the groceries inside. yes, darling, you're a strong woman. but let him take over. take care of you. that was what a man did right? he'll cut the onions for you and try to fix your buggy wi-fi connection. he's pay for dinner every time and even get you dessert after. he'd wipe your face clear of the sweet treat you'd have. "don't ask her anything too difficult, johnny. she doesn't need to be thinkin' too hard." he once said with his hands over your ears and glared at his teammate. which only made the scotsman laugh. simon didn't mind if he had to take over. he'd never pull the rug out from under you, even when you were under him. you looked prettier under him, letting him take charge of your fucking. he took care of his girl, even when you whined and told him you were capable. there was no need to whine. simon needed to take care of his much smaller, much weaker baby girl. no need to break a nail trying to do stuff that simon could easily do for you.

even with the grey in his blond hair, he still kept up to you. there were times that you were too exhausted from day-to-day that you let simon rut between your thighs until he covered your round ass with his hot cum. you'd whimper which would turn into a yelp when he easily slipped his heavy cock into your sweet pussy. where it belonged. he fucked you heavily as his cum coated your behind, even trailing down your sloped back as you had your head in the covers.

"don't spill a drop off that pretty ass, baby girl. or else i'd might have to mark you again." thank god you liked your men older. <3