#thank you babes!

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Amber, my sweet! You know I’m just in my Fall feels 🥺🍂🍁

So… in a happier times how would LO and alpha!steve be preparing for Fall?

And how would Honey and Curtis be preparing for Fall?

As you know, I am always in my fall feels. Like we need to cuddle up on the back deck in a oversized blanket and drink our morning coffee together and admire all the pretty leaves!

In happier times, Steve would be taking Little One exploring in their woods around the lake. His pretty little mate never got to be your wild self. And the Little Wolf is finding all the joy in the way the world is changing. Chasing after leaves, stalking the animals on the move, sleeping curled up in a tight ball next to her Alpha to stay warm. And you, you are finding the joy in letting Steve bundle the two of you up, his arms circled around you while your in his lap, watching the cool nights show you both the brightest stars. The nights of the harvest moon, the whole pack goes racing together, singing their song to the bright moon while the moon lights up the trails for them.

At home Steve is constantly bringing you pretty leaves he comes across while working, or a feather that fluttered off a migrating bird, one time he even preserved a spider web for you just in time for spooky season. When October rolls around, he is helping set up haunted trails and telling spooky stories around a bonfire while making smores.

Steve is sure to bring you into the town to stop at the local coffee shop and get you all the special baked seasonal goods so that you both can sample them, finding your favorites. His so far has been the apple cinnamon rolls and yours has been the pumpkin white chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookies.

Curtis, Autumn wasn't his favorite for a while. He doesn't like the cold so much and autumn is starting to get chilly. But once he saw your joy in it, he started to see the beauty in it all. Now he decorates his yard, the two of you and Sophia carving pumpkins to scatter all over the porch. Its always easy to tell which ones are Curtis's cause he makes beautiful intricate masterpieces with his carvings. Although when the best one is picked, its usually Sophia's crooked cat carving that gets prime spot on the porch.

On those nights you're coming home exhausted, trying to get into the swing of the start of school again, Curtis is sure to have dinner made and your favorite fall movies ready to play. What are some of your favorite fall movies and shows?

And you of course will be taken to the last of the farmers markets of the season and then the pumpkin patch. Gotta pick out all the pumpkins to fill up the back of Curtis's truck. He is happy to load each one you point out that you liked.

Then because it's around your anniversary, you two get to recreate those nights. According to Curtis, it was the night you both ran into each other at Paulie's and played pool all night. For you it was the night you two ditched the restaurant and drove out to the middle of nowhere to look at the stars while eating burgers and fries.

Now you two load up the back of the truck with blankets and pillows, just staying the whole night in that field under the stars. Thankfully even as chilly as it is, you two stay warm with each other.

Halloween night is full of fun and mischief. You two handing out candy and teasing one another with later that night. You still have those fake vampire fangs stashed away, everytime Curtis see's them, he gets a smirk on his face, and you know where his mind went.

Autumn for Curtis and Honey is full of fun.

Thank you for such a fun ask! Love ya babes

[mochie85]

Nuku: looks at Loki, and is surprised to see him here, Look who is getting a jump on things.

Loki: Well perhaps I am learning.

Nuku: Or perhaps you want something out of this.

Loki: I have no clue whatever could you mean.

Nuku: Sure you don’t.

Loki: Is your mutual @mochie85 ravishing perhaps? Would I not mind ravishing her, with her…..

Nuku: slowly stands on her tiptoes and covers his mouth with her hands, No more details right.

Loki: And why not, his voice muffled by Nuku’s small hand.

Nuku: Because she is married is you know. And I would rather not hear your plans for her.

Loki: slowly uses his own hand to take Nuku’s hand off his lips, Hey, if she agrees to it, how am I to stop her?

Nuku: If so I am not going to be responsible for you.

Loki: Oh pet, you are naive if you ever thought you could. Besides either way, I would give her a birthday she will never forget, goes over to approach @mochie85, and kisses her hand. Nuku: slowly her jaw opens as she is left stunned, When did she get here?

hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

I would've gotten here sooner if I didn't have to 'adult'!

Awe thank you my lovely and beautiful @anukulee 😘😘😘😘 You're always so thoughtful and original! I appreciate your love and friendship throughout the years!

[moonlight-prose]

Hi I just wanted to stop by to say I LOOOVE your writing, I've been devouring every Logan fic, then a while ago I started on your Joel content and omfg 😭❤️ my heart just about exploded when I saw your Joel x reader x Logan post oh my GODDDD. Just wanted to say thank you and you're amazing and I am a fan and I am SO excited to read more!! <3

you've got me swooning over here anon. i'm giving you a kiss and handing you even more joel and logan content to come.🖤

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[phantominzie]

EVERYONE.

DONT FORGET TO LOOK UP #cutewinterboots ON TIKTOK! THERE'LL BE SOME BIG BITS OF ICE ON THE ROADS FOR QUITE SOME TIME, SO BE SURE TO INVEST IN SOME CUTE WINTER BOOTS.

That is all, y'all have a good one and stay safe during all this ICE!

edit: fascists, racists, nazi's, homophobe/transphobes, and trump dick riders can politely fuck off on this post. I'm tired of dealing with y'all, stop trying to be edgy in the comments of this post, I will just block you so piss off.

[stemmmm]

doodles i did for theseus' guide when chapter 2 was first written a month ago :3

id like to take the blame for ford being hit with the cowboy beam but it's just a more refined version of stumps original design ideas. all of the details on the outfit have a purpose! except the quartz necklace. that ones just for fun

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Happy birthday!

Sweetheart awww!!!! Thank you so much bby!!!! 💜🥺💜

[erwinsvow]

Do you think rafe would wear necklace with his girl’s initial?? Like his girl bought it as a present and i’m curious on how rafe would react 😃

"so what i'm hearin' is you got me somethin' with my own money?" rafe asks, looking down at the neatly wrapped box, a pretty white ribbon looped around it. your fingers play with the satin bow, anxious for rafe to open it.

"rafe!" you start with a whine but stop yourself. "it's the thought that counts, okay?" he laughs, taking the gift from your hands.

"sure, kid. whatever you say." he undoes the bow, setting it aside since he knows you'll want to keep it. the wrapping paper gets ripped up and off, while you protest that it could have been reused. he opens the box, looking down at a thin silver chain. there's a little pendant hanging down, the shape of your initial.

he looks up from the chain at you, waiting for his response with big eyes and parted lips. you're playing with your R necklace, the way you always do when you're nervous.

"d-do you like it? i thought we could match," you say quietly, biting you lower lip in anticipation.

"yeah?" he questions, taking the jewelry out of the box and into his hand, feeling the weight of it in his palm.

"only if you like it. you don't have to wear it, i just-"

"just what?" he looks you right in the eyes, wanting your real answer, not just you bouncing around his question from nerves.

"i just wanted to make sure everyone knows you're mine." you lip stings from where you're biting down, rafe look into your eyes.

he opens his arms, and you crawl into his lap, taking the chain from his palm and putting it around his neck, clipping it into place. you smile, pressing a kiss to rafe's cheek, his hands tight on your waist.

"got that right, kid."

[uhohdad]

hear me out, loser! könig who's in love with his best friend and she drags him to go dress shopping and he has to consciously keep himself from drooling everytime she shows him a new dress. She's just so pretty, grabbable hips with the prettiest smile and she has that sparkle in her eyes and she's looking at *him.*

(18+) Dress Shopping with Loser!König

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“What do you think of this one?”

Loser!König has heard this question all day long, and if he answered honestly, you’d run for the hills.

Loser!König can’t believe you’re inviting him to ogle at you. His eyes devour the way each dress hugs your curves, your legs that curtsy and twirl as you show off, hips that beg for his strong hands. His favorite are the particularly low-cut dresses, shamelessly drooling over your plush, perfect cleavage. He imagines he’s slipping his hardened hands down your collar and into your bra, grabbing two handfuls of your soft breasts, massaging them against his palms.

Loser!König’s erection has turned painful long ago, forced to tuck his aching cock into the waistband of his pants in hopes you can’t tell that you’re torturing him. Torturing him with your perfect body, with that brilliant smile, with soft, sweet eyes looking up at him so innocently. It brings a heat to both his face and his cock, leaking and throbbing in his pants.

Loser!König who can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to lift the hem of your dress and get a glimpse of your panties. He wants to sneak an upskirt photo, craves to know what color you’re wearing, what cut, if they’re lacy or not. The thought of a dainty bow on the top of your panties has a huffy groan threatening to leave his lips, a pretty little present for him to unwrap.

Loser!König can hardly resist the urge to drag you into the fitting room. Pin both of your wrists to the mirror with a brute hand, the other sneaking up your thighs and bunching up the dress. Grinding his aching cock against your front, nestling himself between your lips and rocking against your clit. Yanking your soaked panties to the side and bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt while you claw at him, his name stuck in the back of your throat.

Loser!Konig who practically throws his wallet at the cashier when you go to pay. He would buy you a hundred dresses if it means he gets to look at you in them.

Loser!König pretends to use a fitting room to try on a shirt, but instead relieves his painful, throbbing erection, biting back his pathetic whines and grunts as he imagines he’s filling you up, hands dug into your hips in that pretty dress. Ravaging your tight, wet cunt until he paints the fitting room mirror with his finish, choking back a moan that threatens to twist into your name.

Loser!König is bright red and sweating when he leaves the fitting room, hoping you haven’t realized what a perverted creep he truly is.

“Äh, it didn’t fit.”

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Loser!König

[podcastwizard]

saw a billboard advertising a low calorie pasta as having "the same amount of calories as a salad." brother if you saw the salads i ate you'd hurl

[lazylittledragon]

I think I remember you drawing stuff about Eddie being pregnant (body changes and stuff).

What about Dorian? How did he handle it? How did Astarion? Was he showing a lot? Or was it one of those "invisible" pregnancies? Did he try to hide the changes? Did he succeed and just showed up with a baby one day?

Sorry if you already responded to some of these. I do lose stuff on my dash a lot.

Love your style btw, it's just really pretty and interesting to look at, kinda... Idk the words very smooth and fluid looking? Kinda like there is movement even tho it's just an image.

Best of luck🍀 and look after yourself💗

i feel like he’s a very ‘whatever happens happens’ kind of person so he probably just vibed along with it (also after everything, what his body looks like isn’t in his priorities anymore). i also think that they Attempted to keep it secret for longer but dorian is a terrible liar and everyone just knew

i think astarion would be. as supportive as he’s able to be which isn’t much but he’s trying

[traffrogers]

Not @briefle, @terraglows and i making a comic for @hotguycomiczine???? surely????? with much help from @gingermaple

[suugarbabe]

Ok bet

Can I request a fic where Matteo comes home at the end of the day kind of exhausted and done with the world but finds his sweets like humming in the kitchen as she makes dinner? Just softness personified and he’s just 🫠

mmmmm yes yes yes yes yes my lovely darling girl; personally i would love to be that softness personified for matty boy but we all know i'm a lil rough around the edges

matty x gn!reader ; not proof read, sozz. but i still think its cute...

December was always busy. And honestly, it was always a little bit hard for Mattheo. With both Christmas and his birthday within a week or so of each other, not to mention the fact that he was basically estranged from his family, this time of year he always felt just a little bit...heavy.

Waking up most mornings led to him yearning for the moment he was able to lay back down and move on to the next. Getting day after day over with was always his goal until his keys hit the lock and he opened his door to you.

Today was no different. That same heavy feeling making him feel sluggish, making the day drag on until finally he was able to go home once more.

Hearing keys turn in the door did nothing to deter you from your current task. You bounced around the kitchen checking on different variants for the dinner you were preparing for the two of you.

To Mattheo you seemed to float around the kitchen with minimal effort, checking the oven and stirring things on the stovetop before moving to the counter to finish chopping things for what looked like a salad.

You were humming to yourself, a tune that's been stuck in your head the last two days if Mattheo's recognizing it correctly. Even with a knife in your hand you look gentle to him and he can't help the grin the graces his features as he hangs up his jacket.

He toes off his trainers before walking over to you, making gentle steps on the tile to not disturb the soft bubble that seemed to surround you.

At his approach to the island you peek a glance from your chopping and smile, "Hi, handsome. How was your day?" He can't help the blush that dusts his cheeks at the affectionate nickname, no matter that you use it on him every day.

"Was long, exhausting really. Happy to be home."

You nod, indicating you received what he said as you lightly hum again while placing all the vegetables you just chopped in the salad, adding dressing and tossing.

You turn slightly, now facing your favorite boy who's rounding the island to stand beside you, "I'm happy you're home to. I think you'll like what I'm making."

Matty wraps his hands around your waist, yours finding solace around his neck. His grin is infectious and you fall victim so easily, "I always like what you make for us, sweets." His kiss on your lips is soft, just as he sees you. Nothing too deep or passionate, just a show of pure love and adoration for his favorite person.

His compliment settles in your brain and you're smiling as he pulls away. The kitchen timer rings, pulling you from him slightly; but not without a pout from Mattheo. "Set the cooling racks out for me, will you lovie?"

Matty pretends to grumble, but does as asked nonetheless. No sooner is he finished are you placing a tray of his favorite meal atop them.

"You made pasties?" The grin on his face was that of childlike excitement and the sight made your heart soar. Gnawing your lip slightly you gave a shy nod, "Wanted to try out a recipe I saw to see if you liked it. Then I could make it for your birthday when we had everyone over."

He reaches to grab one, earning a quick slap on the top of his hand, "Is there hot air under those pretty curls, boy? You just saw me pull those from the oven." Mattheo pulls his hand back, holding it to his chest, "But I wanna try one."

Rolling your eyes you hook your fingers in his front belt loops, pulling him closer to you, "You can try as many as you want, pretty boy...in fifteen minutes." He smiles at your mini-dominance display, settling his hands on either side behind you on the counter, "Guess you'll have to distract me for a moment then."

[bridoesotherjunk]

as it should

[cuzzgamegoofy]

[erwinsvow]

an idea… rafe and shy reader having sex for the first time

everything's overwhelming with rafe, but this is particularly so. you thought you were completely ready for it, from the way you had handled everything else so well. in fact, rafe was the one taking things at the slowest pace possible, trying to make sure he didn’t pressure you into something you weren’t ready for.

you didn’t like it—thought he was trying to be something he’s not. he’s gentle with you but never like this, never to this extent. it must be a big deal then, sleeping with rafe, giving him your virginity, you finally decide, if he’s acting so differently about it.

in fact, you think you’ve been ready to give it up since you first started dating him. rafe brings it out of you, coaxes a different side of you out with gentle words and soft touches. you’re going mad over it. you can’t count the amount of times you’ve crawled into his lap at any given opportunity, anywhere the two of you are alone—his truck, the couch in your living room and at tannyhill, the hidden booth at the country club. you’re begging for it, not sure how much more obvious you can get.

you finally decide tonight’s the night—following a nice dinner with the two of you. you had spent extra long getting dressed up, a pretty white lingerie set on underneath your blue dress, all done up for rafe. finally back at tannyhill, entire body vibrating and tingling with excitement, you don’t wait another moment, crawling into rafe’s lap and kissing him hard. you take off your dress and rafe stops just for a second to take in how forward you’re being.

“hey,” he finally breathes against your lips, pulling away. “c’mon, you’re not ready for this.” 

“yes i am!” you whine, impatient and horny, feeling rafe get hard underneath you. you want him to be able to do all the things you know he wants to do, want them done to you. “i am, i am-” and you lean back to kiss him, ending up pinned underneath him before long.

he knows you’re not, but he plays along. you’re so wet already he doesn’t have to do much, but he makes you cum all over his fingers anyways, hoping it’ll satiate you.

“please, rafe,” you moan against his mouth, pushing in for another needy kiss. “wan’ it inside. please.” and he does know you, knows everything about you, but even he can’t resist when you say things like that.

you watch with big eyes while he lines himself up with your wet hole, hovering over you. you think you’re so ready, that three of rafe’s fingers inside you should be comparable to what you’re about to feel, that you’re more than prepared. your eyes squeeze shut when rafe pushes inside, all the air leaving your lungs. you try to moan out but it’s more of a gasp than anything else, one that rafe swallows into a kiss. 

your eyes get watery—it’s just habit. it hurts, too, because rafe is so much bigger than you expected. you bite your cheek, looking up at rafe through teary eyes and clasping a hand over your mouth—you don’t want to admit that he was right. 

“c’mon kid, give it up. y’not ready for this, i know you,” rafe says, leaning in close to your ear to whisper it quietly. he’s not even half-way inside you.

“i-i can take it,” you hiccup. you hate disappointing rafe.

and it’s not that he doesn’t want to—he does, desperately so, wants to fuck you within an inch of your sanity every time you walk into a room and look at him with your shy eyes and sweet smile. he wants to break you, wants you cumming on his dick until there’s nothing left in your head, no shyness left in your heart. but he wants it when you’re ready for it, not like this.

it only takes another minute, you finally admit you’re not ready, and rafe pulls out of you. you feel like crying, terribly sad and dejected, wishing you could just be normal for rafe for once, be what he wants. 

“stop,” he says, wiping away a stray tear. his arm rests over your stomach, trying to get you to lighten up. “when you’re ready for it, i’ll fuck you until you can’t think. s’just not today, kid.”

you finally agree when he says that, getting over it because you know without a doubt in your mind—rafe knows you better than you know yourself.