#mj request

[dayas]

"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?" + fiyeraba!!!

Perfect for them LMAO

quiet acts of love prompts

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As usual, Elphaba Thropp was in the library. Studying was a serious business, and since the arrival of Fiyero Tigelaar to Shiz University, the students seemed more preoccupied with their so-called shallow ‘fun’ than their actual studies. All the better for her — she had her pick of areas to study in, little to no wait for any of the rare (and less rare) books, and the lovely peace and quiet to which she was accustomed. Elphaba didn’t mind solitude — it was what she had grown up with, what she was most comfortable with. Her friends preferred noisier environments, though Fiyero was a toss up. Sometimes, she swore he threw himself into a fray because plunging headlong into chaos was easier than sitting with the realities he was trying so hard to avoid. Other times, she was certain his reputation preceded him. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that the real him shined through in the quieter moments. When their fingers would brush as he handed her a textbook in between classes, or when he would slow down to speak to her in the hallways. The way his gaze would linger on her for a few seconds longer than strictly necessary (and how her cheeks would burn the moment he looked away).

Sometimes, she wondered if he meant any of it.

Elphaba returned her attention to the book before her. She was seated in her favorite spot in the library, a little nook tucked away in the corner, surrounded by all her studying materials. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the presence of another person until a quiet throat clearing drew her eyes upwards.

Before her stood Fiyero, clutching a bouquet of poppies.

How confusifying, Elphaba thought.

“Fiyero?” Elphaba said, “What are you doing?”

The look in his eyes told her he thought it was obvious.

“I brought you flowers.”

She blinked.

“For what?”

“There has to be reason?”

“Yes? People don’t just bring me flowers.” To her, that much was obvious. Understanding brightened his eyes, darkening his cheeks ever so slightly also.

“I saw these and thought of you.”

Something in her face must have spurred him on to say, “I remember you mentioned they were your favorite, and I was out with Feldspur earlier and I just thought you might like them.”

“Oh,” came Elphaba’s hushed response, “oh.” Her hands extended outward, carefully taking the bouquet from him. She inspected it, a smile lifting the edges of her lips.

“These are perfect,” she said, her heart fluttering when his shoulders sagged forward slightly in relief. “Thank you, Yero.”

He raised his eyebrows at the nickname, grinning.

“Don’t,” she warned him, “don’t ruin it.”

“I wouldn’t ruin this for all the world, Fae.”

“Do you ever take a break from flirting, Tigelaar?”

“Not with you, Thropp. That isn’t something that particularly interests me.”

She huffed out a laugh, her usual disbelief replaced with pure amusement.

“Don’t you have some mischievous happenings or other to get back to?”

Her prompt came after staring into his eyes for longer than necessary, spoken in a half strained voice. This wasn’t right. He wasn’t hers. They were friends, yes, but she had no idea whether or not he was still with Galinda or not. And yes, they were just flowers, but even if she had never received them before (not that he needed to know that), she’d seen them arrive at her and Galinda’s room, gifts from her legion of admirers.

For a split second, she almost thought his lips were about to form the word ‘no’. Then she remembered she knew better, even if, for some reason, something inside her didn’t seem to.

His nod seemed resigned, halfway melancholy.

“I do, yeah.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “Nothing that can’t wait, though.”

“Fiyero.”

“Don’t argue with me, Elphaba. I want to.”

She hid her smile by biting down on her lip.

“I’ll argue with you if I want to argue with you.”

He sat himself down next to her, careful not to disturb any of her materials.

“All this time we’ve spent together and I still can’t get a word in.”

“You just got in about fourteen, so, that’s not true.”

They continued on in their way, until the clock struck the midnight hour.

“Oh my Oz,” Elphaba said, “is it really that late?”

“I’ll walk you back to your room,” Fiyero offered.

“I can walk myself fine.”

“I know that, Elphaba.”

His tone was patient, a far cry from the patronizing shades many others painted themselves in when it came to her.

He continued, “Just because you can do it alone doesn’t mean you have to.”

Slowly, Elphaba nodded at him. She didn’t protest when he gathered her things, nor when he offered her his arm. She took it, tucking herself slightly into his side and allowing herself to pretend, for a few brief moments, that this too was commonplace. They didn’t speak much on the way back to her dormitory, though plenty was said in the press of her cheek against his sleeve, and of his chin down on the top of her head. She stayed against him, her eyes briefly closing as she breathed.

She wanted to tell him she couldn’t see him tomorrow, but she quickly realized that was futile. She couldn’t keep herself away from him no matter how hard she tried. And oh, she had tried. The library also happened to be a place Fiyero tended to avoid. Only, he had been appearing more frequently recently, dropping by at random times to chat with her during her study sessions, bringing her little snacks and drinks, and now, flowers.

She opened her eyes, looking down at the petals with a quiet sigh.

She was absolutely, one hundred percent, irrevocably fucked.

“Goodnight.”

Her whisper was barely audible. She forced herself to detach, to stand in front of her door instead of by his side, to not mourn the loss of his warmth too deeply.

“Goodnight, Fae.”

He turned away from her, all set to return to his room.

The word, “Wait,” was barely out of her mouth before her fingers encircled his wrist and she paled a kiss against his cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Elphaba whispered against his skin.

Before he could say anything, she whirled, opening her door, entering her room and shutting it again in three seconds flat.

It wasn’t until she looked down at her hands that she realized she still had the flowers, but none of her studying materials. Elphaba dragged herself over to her side of the room, placing the poppies into a clear vase and watering them. She changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed.

See you tomorrow indeed, she thought. Now she would have to wake up early to get her things from him before anyone saw and started asking questions or worse — spreading rumors.

That was, however, tomorrow’s problem.

Tonight, she was grateful for all she had been given.

[flowerakatsuka]

Hi hi!!! Could you doodle kuroba and Kara doing "cool" poses?? (Also big big fan of your work btw!!!! Always a joy and inspiration to see :D wishing you the best in battling art block!!!)

this ended up being more of a silly couple's pose, but i still really like how it came out hehe. i also used it as an excuse to finally draw kara's winter date outfit, which kuroba would 100% fuck with and dress up more so they could slay together. truly, they match each others' freak in the best ways...

also, thank you so much oh my god?? i feel like i have a hard time really articulating greatful i am for all the positive feedback i get on my osmt stuff, but seriously. hearing that people like my stuff and that i inspire them really means a lot to me. 🥹✨️

[agotia-t]

Art request for @gabrek16

[austinbutlermischief]

[heelkenny]

Gifset of my favorite current stable:

Damnation T.A from DDT PRO

[asterthought]

Disney princess and the frog x Parksborn (This is giving me butterflies in my stomach)

Harry asks Peter for a dance but Peter shys away because he doesn't know how to dance, but Harry swiftly forces him anyway.

Perhaps I got a little bit too excited with this request, even if I used the scene of The Princess & The Frog as a base, the dancing reference, and the general vibe I was going for were from Can I Have This Dance? From HSM3 and So Close from Enchanted <3 (I had those two songs + Ma Belle Evangeline playing ON LOOP as I was drawing)

Full page + angsty caption ⬇️

"Well, MJ is gonna marry one heck of a dance partner..."

— Peter.

[miupow]

fantasy, hybrid, royalty hcs… my time has come

first of all 🤓☝🏼hybrid reader isn’t talked abt enough.. she just made friends with the cute new guy [insert member] [preferably soobin *cough*] from work and can’t help but think about him the next time she goes into heat.. doesn’t have anyone to help her through it and she’s so so desperate, can’t get him off her mind, wants him so badly.. especially when he suddenly shows up at her door with her sweatshirt that she’d left at work on accident after running out in a hurry. god, does he smell delicious.. her pussy’s throbbing and her mind’s in a daze as he’s asking her what’s wrong. what is she supposed to do? 🥺

MINJI!!!!! YOU ARE SO RIGHT FOR THIS!!!! hybrid reader doesn't get enough love... i especially love bunny hybrid reader or puppy reader heehee :33

the concept of soobin w a bunny hybrid gf literally keeps me up at night.. THE SIZE KINK UGHHFHFHFF he'd be so giant next to you, so tall n broad n it makes ur tummy flip n ur pussy tingle heehee <3

aw bunny hybrid reader who suddenly calls out sick for the week.. soobin's so worried! he has such a big crush on her, worried something bad happened... he just wants to check up on you!! so he comes up w some lame excuse to show up at your door :3 but he has no idea you called off cos ur heat came early, poor bunny with her cunt all achey n her head fuzzy w arousal :( can't think straight, can't focus on anything cept how empty you are.... soobin would fill you up so full, you know he would!!

cracking the door open just a bit to make him go away turns into pulling him inside and begging him to fuck you heehee n ofc soobin can't possibly say no!! you're so needy for it, he doesn't have to do anything, just lay there n watch in rapture as you bounce hard n fast on his big fat cock :3 beg and wail for his seed... im feral

[soft-persephone]

Hi! Saw your post on Jake Johnson's fic request and I want to ask for one.

It's with Peter B Parker x Fem! Reader. Reader it's Mayday's mother and she's a Girlboss while Peter is a Malewife and stays at home trying to take care of Mayday. It can be up to you. No need to rush.

Here you are! I hope you like it!

MDNI // M // WC: 1k // warnings: breeding kink if you squint, slight hurt comfort but not reallly, a dash of fluff and very soft // masterlist // no descriptions

A Natural Caretaker and A Big Heart

“Peter?”

Something in Peter broke when your eyes started to water. How large your eyes seemed to be.

Everything he planned to say was almost forgotten, sticking in his throat and causing his tongue to feel uncomfortable in his mouth, but he swallowed and held his composure as he took a step towards you and covered the cheeks of your face in each large hand of his.

It always calmed him down.

“I’m so sorry. For everything.”

You nodded, probably not sure what to say yourself.

“I know what I said in the past, but I met this kid and he was great and I realized I could do this. I can do this, and I want to do this. Please, will you let me?”

Tears were falling down your face now.

He did his best to wipe away each one.

“Of-of course. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, Peter.”

And the rest was easy. Almost too easy. A fact you seemed to be more aware of it than Peter. A part of you wanted to resent him for it, but lord knows you couldn’t.

He had a full time job, and he was Spider-Man. He never missed a beat at either, and on top of that, he was helping around the house more, he was cooking more, and as you both were doing your best to try for a baby, it wasn’t happening as quickly as you two would have thought.

You were devastated after each and every time it didn’t happen.

Peter somehow grew more determined after each time the results weren’t the ones you both were looking for, finding the right words to make you feel better in the process.

He was so perfect about everything.

It filled you with such emotion.

But you had a busier day job that was more demanding, it took you away from everything. It—

“What’s got you so worked up?”

Peter frowned, his shoulders squaring as he wrapped his arms around you.

You almost jumped. You didn’t hear him slip through the window of the bedroom.

“How am I going to be a good mother?” You sniffed.

Peter’s eyebrows scrunched into his brow, emphasizing the little crooked bump on the bridge of his nose.

“What kind of question is that?” He almost laughed, but dutifully kept it in, “you practically did nothing but take care of me for the last ten years. You’re going to be an amazing mother.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He kissed you in the forehead, pulling you tight against his body.

“Your heart is so big,” he kissed you before you could respond, slow, hard, and taking every breath you had left in your lungs, “you care so much about everything and everyone.” He kisses you again before moving his mouth along your jaw to your neck, biting and nipping at every bit of your skin.

“Any kid would be lucky to have you as a mother.” He moved his hands from your side to your shoulders, massaging them about before kissing you again. His large hands squeezed, tugged, and kneaded every inch of your skin through your clothes, or at least what little bit of clothes you were wearing.

He loved your body as much as he loved you. You didn’t like being objectified, but he did know how to show how much he loved you. You didn’t show insecurity on the outside, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure if you even had any, but if there was a small chance that there might be, in the secret corners of your psyche that only you knew about, he’d fight them with all his might.

The more he touched you the warmer you got.

Squeezing your ass with both palms through your tiny sleep shorts you moaned into his parted lips, making a smirk form on his lips. He snaked his hands back up your exposed tummy and brought his thumbs onto your nipped, making them swell up more.

“Peter.” You pant.

“Will you let me show you?” He breathed onto your face. His words felt hot and heavy on your skin, “Will you let me fill you up? Put a baby in you, so you can see just how good a mother you’ll be?”

After barely a nod and a barely verbal response, he was already scooping you in his arms.

Your legs held on tightly and you raked your hands through his hair, pulling tightly.

He hissed as he placed you back on the bed, keeping your legs wrapped around him as he shoved off the bottom of his spider suit.

He didn’t waste any time before sliding into you, stretching you out and hitting you in just the right spot.

“You're so perfect.” He emphasized his point with one hard thrust.

“You take care of me.” He was gliding into you now with such a speed you couldn’t keep up with, moving his hips with such force you could barely think. You tighten your legs around his back, pulling him closer. Helping him fuck you just that much harder.

The sounds were obscene.

The hard wet slaps of his hips meeting yours were drowning out the moans from your lips and the grunts and pants from Peter.

“If you.. takecareofme—fuck,” he slipped out of you, causing you to keen and arch your back, “sorry,” he grinned down at you before thrusting back into you.”

You squeezed around him, your pussy fluttering uncontrollable.

“Fuck, baby.” Peter heeled over, his mouth unbearably hot on your neck as he moaned onto your skin, the sensation burning the pores of your skin.

After a second he was fucking you harder than before, your legs going limp and your back arching completely off the bed.

With the last ounce of strength you had, you wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him down against you, clenching one more time around him, you both cried as you came.

He collapsed on top of you, kissing your cheek and pressing himself firm against you. Neither of you ever talked about it, but you both knew why he did it.

Why he let dick soften inside you before he pulled out, why he sometimes would gather what spilled out and push it back in, and how he waited a few more minutes before taking the time to clean you up.

“If you take as good care of this baby as you do me,” he said breathily in your neck, “you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

[magicwhiskers29]

Happy final Flora Friday of the year!!!

Here's a collection of Flora sketches of different designs! In order, there's:

@ballwizard's Gentleman's Teabreak Flora

@deadinsideart's older Flora

@splashzix's NWoS Flora

@the-river-of-light's fancy dress Flora

@shittyclive's Flora with bugs

@magicwhiskers29 (My) Autumn disguise Flora

@magicwhiskers29 (Also my) Older adventurer Flora (new for this, so no link!)

@the-river-of-light's LMJ-era Flora

For a few notes on my new adventurer Flora, this is an idea for her maybe 8-10 years post-UF? She's taken a lot from Emmy, and is now off on her own adventures!

[biscuitbakerbecca]

I just want people to know how much I love Chloe. She’s so deep I want to analyze her in a lab 💜

And Brooke too! So many layers to her!!! One day I’ll write a one shot all about her 💛

[dayas]

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” + klonnie

You’re insane 😵‍💫 ilysm

Drabble Prompts

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Bonnie Bennett loved suffering. Supposedly, according to many in Mystic Falls, she and her ragged band of friends were addicted to it. Why else were they always getting into supernaturally troubling situations? Dealing with drama and heartbreak from vampires and werewolves alike? Ruining their lives and the lives of everyone around them with their antics?

That was part of the reason why she left. She didn’t want to be that girl, the self sacrificial lamb, always offered up for slaughter while everyone around her dug in until there was nothing left. She did not want to be known as the girl who suffered so deeply and so severely that it became who she was.

Bonnie Bennett did not love suffering. She did, however, believe in it.

Yes, Bonnie Bennett believed in suffering. She believed it couldn’t be in vain, that all of the pain and all of the hurt had to be for something. She didn’t love to suffer, though. Which was why she wasn’t looking forward to the present conversation.

“What are you doing here?”

Klaus Mikaelson was to the point for once. Bonnie had hoped, despite traveling to his home in the middle of the night, that he would be in the mood for his usual games and dances. Unfortunately, he seemed to be in an already foul mood.

Excellent, she thought to herself, I might actually die when I tell him.

“I need to tell you something.” Her hands were shaking, so she curled them into fists. Klaus raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“Out with it then, little witch. I don’t have all night.”

God, he was not making this easier. She would just have to say it then.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

She watched his eyes widen a fraction and that was all it took for her to launch into a further explanation.

“And don’t ask me how, because I don’t know either. It just… happened. As many things do. But it’s done and I haven’t been able to figure out how to undo it. I think I’m in love with you, Klaus Mikaelson. And I’m terrified.”

Bonnie would have been prouder at rendering him speechless if her entire body hadn’t started shaking like a blown leaf.

“Say something,” she urged. He was just staring at her, not speaking.

“Oh my God,” Bonnie whispered to herself, panic flooding her body. This was a terrible idea, she knew that for absolute certain now. She needed to leave. Immediately.

Bonnie turned swiftly. Just as swift, Klaus’s hand caught her wrist. He turned her back to face him, took two steps forward, and kissed her.

Her shock lasted the space of a single breath before she kissed him back.

When they broke apart, she was breathing heavily, dizzy, her head spinning, still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Klaus’s thumb pulled her bottom lip down and she remembered. She was kissing him.

She was kissing him.

“You need to go,” he whispered to her, stealing another kiss right after the last word left his lips.

“No,” she whispered back, always one to deny him. The fondness in his eyes couldn’t be hidden.

“Then we don’t speak of this tomorrow.”

“Fine by me.”

She hardly wanted to remember her confession anyway. Besides, there were much more enticing things to put her focus towards.

Klaus picked her up, reconnecting their lips as he sped them both off into the house.

Though it was not how Bonnie expected the night to go, she was content to live in the moment for once. Every worry could wait until tomorrow.

Tonight, she had him.

[flowerakatsuka]

HEY MANNNN so for the doodle requestsssss could youuuu draaaw hatabou? And also like is it JUST ososan characters or do characters(specifically from osokun) count as well?

HATABOUUUU, he was surprisingly fun to draw!! what a strange lil guy. as for requesting osokun characters, i'm a lot less familiar with those characters than the ososan ones, but i don't mind ppl requesting them as long as i can find refs for them! i may try redesigning them as ososan characters, tho. :3c

[rosey100]

I have the whole summer to be focus on my oc artwork skills

[elstablished]

more moodboards! red was for my friend, green was for me <3

pleaseee request a moodboard

[felassan]

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[forcebook]

that’s it. i’m becoming a millionaire just so i can sponsor forcebook and get lots more content from them