#thank you for dropping by ^_^💕

[mapplestrudel]

doodle a knitting or spinning sheep on a train?

I derailed your prompt a little, but Agent Fluffy wanted to be drawn - chasing some henchmen, ready throw hands (hoofs?) and big jacket knitting needles!

She's a Knit Ju Tsu Master!

[pinkmirth]

i need more cowboi reiner tryna knock u up pls 🥺 👉 👈

⸻ STUFFED!

SYNOPSIS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ reiner just can’t seem to control how hungry he is for you. what better way to make you his than by stuffing you full of him?

CONTAINS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 2.5k+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, countryside setting, established relationship, reiner has a big fat breeding kink, sex flashbacks, doggie style, standing sex, creampie, use of pet names (ex. mama, sugar, honey), reader calls reiner ‘papa’, mentions of pregnancy, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

MY LOVE NOTE! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ it’s undeniable that cowboy reiner’s got a raging breeding kink. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts, my love! now here’s rei-rei bein’ a shameless feen for his pretty girl! 🎀

reiner’s terribly distracted.

the last thing he wants to do is lay blame, but in a way, you’re the reason why. the mere thought of you is enough to make this cowboy go buckwild. rei-rei swears he usually has more self control, it’s just that you strip him of all common sense.

you, pretty little you, make him all scatterbrained. his head’s been filled with nothing but romantics and vulgarities ever since he took you on a date seven months ago. you’ve turned him into some fool in love, for goodness’ sake.

memories of last night’s escapades come to mind. his mouth practically waters when remembering your plush ass; how you tossed it onto his pelvis with an arching back and swaying tits, peering at him with the sultriest smile, not to mention those glimmering bedroom eyes of yours. he recalls having to hold you still, so you wouldn’t be able to squirm away if his pounding were to become too much. you were soft, he remembers, so soft. the flesh of your hips would squish beneath the imposing pressure of his callous fingers, digging tighter into your sides whenever you’d flutter around the girth of him. he remembers the way he came inside with a rumbly moan, leaving your pussy full and the sheets wet . . . he wants to do it all over again.

with all that’s going on in that perverse little mind of his, he can hardly bring himself to focus on feeding the cattle. the only thing that can solve his problem is its source; you. and just like that, reiner’s dropping whatever he’d been doing before. his chores can surely wait, but this surge of desire can’t be overlooked. not a thing matters as much as finding you, fucking you, filling you.

he rounds the barn, passes by the apple trees and the horse stables in search of you. his cock pulses with every step, prodding stubbornly against the soft cotton of his boxers, now smeared with sticky precum. reiner brings a hand down to provide himself some relief, palming his boner with a low grunt. he’s so fucking hard that it almost hurts. that’s what he gets for fantasizing about you for the past thirty minutes and doing nothing about it until now.

with heavy steps, reiner makes his entrance into the farmhouse and is met by the sight of you lounging in the living room. you’re seated on the floral-print recliner with your pedicured toes propped up, all nice and comfortable. you’re wearing the dainty string of pearls he bought you for your birthday earlier in the year. pride flushes throughout his chest when seeing how prettily it rests on your collarbone.

you greet your man with a glossy smile, one that makes his dick throb beneath his hay-specked coveralls. reiner wonders if you’ve taken note of just how red he looks, rosy heat scattered across his face, from the highs of his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. he can feel his skin blazing with complete and total need.

reiner elicits a weak mumble of ‘hey, sugar. . .’, a stark contrast to your tone being all light and cheery as you ramble on about the cute little mini-skirt you’re crocheting for yourself. ‘since the weather’s getting warmer,’ you chime.

reiner loves you. he really, truly does, but he simply isn’t in the headspace to pay mind to the mundane task you’re occupied with at the moment— not when he’s this close to tearing off your summer dress, bending you over, peeling himself out of his spurred boots and pumping you full of every drop of cum he has to offer. fuck, he’s breathing harder now. gradually, he feels his resolve slip.

“you alright, honey?” you set down your crocheting hook, staring up at him with big, curious eyes. your voice, soft and consoling, grounds him just a little. reiner pulls off his signature cowboy hat, sets it on the nearby coffee table, and ruffles his hair so it falls into place. “yeah, i’m just—“ a pause amidst his sigh. truthfully, he’s here because he wants to fuck you pregnant. “i wanted t’see you, is all.” he settles on saying that instead. it’s much sweeter, all the more more romantic. less fetish-y. you probably would’ve looked at him funny if he admitted to crossing the entire farm by foot just so he could fill you up.

“aw, rei! you were missin’ me?” you laugh out of flattery. oh, your reiner. he’s so sweet in his own right. your boyfriend wants to ‘see you’, as he claims, like he hadn’t woken you up with nibbles to your neck, taken a (somewhat long, fairly busy) shower with you this morning, and ate breakfast alongside you before heading off to tend to the farm. you assume he can’t help but cling to you and want more.

it’s sudden, but welcomed, how reiner closes in on you. he draws near like a magnet, until the space between you no longer exists. he’s crouching down to the level of the chair, hovering over you to press a kiss on your lips. “mhm. missed you so bad, mama,” he mumbles against your mouth. in reply, you whisper onto his lips, something about how he’s always ‘so eager.’ he leans into you, desperate for more, and the chair creaks underneath the addition of his weight. he’s a large man, anyone can tell. his brawny build and imposing height never fail to make you feel safe underneath him. 

reiner dips his head low and plants one, two, three sloppy kisses along your warm neck, and it gets you hotter than the southern heat. he leaves saliva in his wake, trailed by the lightest of bruises from his suctioning lips. he tries to undo your clothes and his, but the small space that this decade-old chair provides won’t allow for it. besides, it wouldn’t be wise of him to make you squirt on a family heirloom. “this won’t do,” he clicks his teeth, decidingly picking you up. your legs wrap around his torso like second nature, arms circled around the back of his muscular neck.

“reiii, baby wait!” you draw out the call of his name, but all it does is coax him further. can’t you tell that your voice is only making him harder? that your whines urge him to fuck you silly? 

“wait?” he reiterates, grinding up into your clothed core. you shudder upon contact. “what for?” from beneath the denim he wears, you can feel his stiffness poke against your flimsy panties. “don’t you wanna head to bed first, honey? hm?” you whine into his neck. it takes a good eight seconds for him to respond.

“uh-uh,” reiner gives you a half-hearted grunt, with his gaze fixed on your cleavage that the low neckline of your dress presents to him. obviously, he’s interested in other things. “here’s just fine, sugar.” he’s strong enough to fuck you standing up with nothing else supporting him, and you know that. he doesn’t need a goddamn mattress.

reiner’s large hands grab at your underside, using your ass as the perfect leverage to press you close to him. this is your third time fucking this week, and it’s only tuesday. you’d mention it, but he’s too busy kissing down the valley of your breasts. impatience seeps through his every movement, from how he grasps at your thighs to keep you upright, to eagerly feeling along your lower half like it’s his first time touching your body.

“slow down, rei.” begrudgingly, reiner removes his lips from your chest. he finally calms for just a moment, so that he can meet your beautiful eyes. your face has been overtaken by a subtle pout. “m’sorry, honey,” he murmurs between a deep kiss, all wet and tongue-filled. you assume that’s supposed to be his form of an apology. his toned arm re-fastens itself around your body, holding you tight, while the other bunches up your dress and pushes down his bottoms, “but i need you. so fuckin’ bad.” you could never deny him and that sweet southern drawl. he knows that his smooth mouth works magic on you— he always gets what he wants from his pretty girl. 

now freed of any confines, reiner lowers his hand to stroke at the base of his dick, tugging himself with a low hiss. involuntarily, his hips buck. “you can finish up that skirt later, hm?” he releases himself and appoints his attention to you, the pads of his fingers circling your clit in just the way you like. your head falls forward onto his broad shoulder. “hell, i’ll even buy you some o’those frilly ones at that fancy mall you like goin’ to . . .” he utters partially to you and a little to himself, still occupied with keeping pressure on your bud. by now, with your head thrown back, you’ve already forgotten what you were working on in the first place.

having done this countless times before, reiner’s quickly able to find your dripping entrance. the drag of his tip through your puffy folds causes a ‘shlck’ sound to elicit. reiner smiles to himself; you’re embarrassingly wet. your hips begin to swivel and writhe, that’s how he knows you’re getting as needy as he. choosing not to waste any more time, he pushes himself inside with one swift motion. you cry out from the stretch, already fluttering around the first few inches he gives you. so far, it's just the tip and some, but he's so wide.

“goddamnit, baby . . . i fuckin’ love this pussy,” reiner grunts through clenched teeth. he’d usually start off with a shallow thrust and ease you into it, but he isn’t feeling as patient. every thrust is fast-paced, almost rushed. the impact has you bouncing in his arms, all as he continues his unrelenting efforts.

“s’good, rei— so good,” wavering moans spill past your lips. he hisses when your manicured nails dig into the hot flesh of his firm, round biceps. you squeeze around him until his eyes go rolling back. “i know, mama. i know,” reiner whines and groans, because it’s all he can manage to do. if he was air-headed about you earlier, surely he’s braindead now. he pumps into you rapidly, restlessly, but he still finds a way to make it feel so thorough. that’s probably because he’s fucking huge; incredibly endowed, like every other big and buff part of him. with a cock this thick, how could he not strike every nerve and hit every spot? 

he rolls his hips up into you with breathtaking fervor, fucks into you until he’s balls deep within your pulsating cunt. sweat dripping down his furrowed brow, he rasps out, “can’t wait to fill you up,” sloppy kisses follow, and his tongue slides across yours as he mumbles on about cumming inside, stuffing you full, making you his. you finally know what he’s doing, you should’ve known all along— he’s going to pump his cum into you as deep as he can get it to go. thrust his seed into your pliant womb until he’s fucked a baby into you. 

the mere thought of makin’ you a mama has his head spinning. reiner’s breath catches in his throat, and your sounds heighten in pitch— the pair of you can tell that you’re bound to reach ecstasy. he squats a bit lower, goes a little faster, attempting to propel you both into your orgasms. it’s coming on like an impending wave; your belly tightens, toes curling from where your heels dig into reiner’s strong back.

he knows you’ve come undone once your smooth, ridge-like walls begin to spasm around him, to the point where he can hardly pull back or push in further. he likes to think that it’s your pretty pussy’s way of begging for his cum. still, he doesn’t let up, not until you’re thoroughly impregnated. “jus’ a lil more. hold on ‘fa me, honey, m’kay?” he pleads through throaty whimpers. weakly, you nod. the overstim makes you pant and mewl, biting onto the damp skin of his exposed jugular to try and quiet yourself.

reiner slams you down onto him, the veins in his forearms bulging as he desperately grasps onto the globes of your ass. the resounding slap of skin rings around his tingling ears, lewd sounds floating throughout the otherwise quiet farmhouse.

“g’na let papa fill you up? yeah?” you cry out a weak ‘mhm!’ along with other pleas of how much you want it; want him. his balls twitch and his abdomen goes tense. “m'close,” he gruffly whispers. you decide to spur him on: “g-gimme your babies, papa, i need it!” that’s all he needs to topple over the edge. “oh fuck, mama— m’gonnacum,” reiner’s words jumble together when he comes, coating your insides with warm globs of white. though his thighs never cease their trembling, he still maintains a steady hold on you, keeping your limp frame upright. 

reiner stays inside as a means of keeping all his seed plugged into you, just for good measure. he doubts that he’s got enough energy remaining to round up the cattle after this. his chest heaves slowly, and his hair’s a mess from all that pulling you were doing, but he’s more than satisfied. he's even got this dumb, blissed-out smile on his face to show his content. you're sure he's knocked you up thoroughly by now.

he’ll make sure to buy you a pregnancy test by next morning. 

[herewegobebe]

Happy Birthday Taeminnie 🥰💞🐥💞✨💞🥳

[grimalkinscribbles]

Mhin with a feather chest (like falin from delicious in dungeon)

Pov: Mhin is very reluctantly showing you the birb floof 🐦‍⬛

[greensagephase]

🥹😌

Pooks, you came for me with NC Miguel and then older Miguel art!! I’m, like, tweaking at how wide he is, LIKE, FWEIFJEIFJIEJI AND THE HAIRSTYLE!!!?? Something is purring and I don’t have a pet cat. I need him biblically, in a way that would concern my family and puts my feminism at risk. My ancestors, the women before me, are giving me a bombastic side eye, but I'll risk it all for Miguel 😩🙏🏼

But seriously tho, pooks, the way you drew him - I'm unwell!! It's just so sweet, and now I feel like rewatching the movie and possibly writing something with an older Miguel being so sweet and spoiling us!! 🥹

Thank you for sharing your art, pookie!!!💖💕💕 You have me thinking thots now, and I may share them in the future!! 😌

I hope you're having an amazing start to your week so far!!! 🥰🥹💖💕

Alondra❤️

[harmonictechnicality]

The List

(for @steddiemicrofic’s July prompt)

prompt word: pool | wc: 442 | rating: T (cw for suggestive language and minor sacrilegious-ness maybe??)

Steve knows his ‘Make Out Locations’ bucket list is lame. Also knows how much it riles Eddie up (not that it takes very much to rile him up).

“Not again,” Eddie groans into Steve’s mouth. He reaches for the paper, gnashing their teeth enough to cause permanent dental damage.

“Why do you hate it so much?” Steve knows the answer. It’s scribbled between the wrinkles on Eddie’s forehead.

“Cause I know what it’ll say.”

“Do you?”

Eddie hums. “It’ll say you’ve already made out here before. Just like everywhere else in the purgatorial Midwest.”

“Really?”

“Probably with someone named Bimbo VonBreasty.”

Steve snorts at that one. Jealousy laced behind a joke. Eddie’s specialty. “Ah, yes. The VonBreasty’s and I go way back.”

The mood melts again. They ease back into where they left off, tongues tracing lips. Palms pressing hard into each other's necks.

Eddie dips away for a second. “One of these days, I’m gonna find a spot where you haven’t sucked someone’s lips blue.”

It’s a comical idea. Comical, but impossible. Still, Steve is always up for a good laugh.

“Would love to see you try, Munson.”

They drive in Eddie’s van for a few miles. Steve is blindfolded, which should be alarming. Maybe kinky. But this is Eddie, so if anything, it’s for Dramatic Flare.

“It’s cheating if we drive outside of Hawkins.” Steve argues as they exit the van.

“Good thing I only play fair.” Eddie slips behind him, untying the knotted blindfold.

Steve blinks, takes in the open space. Deep and echoey, like a basketball court. Except much more ornate.

“Step down.” Eddie directs.

The scent of stale incense hits Steve’s nose as he takes another step. This time, he shivers at the sensation. The realization:

Water. Shallow water all around his shins.

“Is this the church on Main Street?”

“Not just the church on Main Street.” Eddie replies. “The baptism pool in the church on Main Street.”

Everything is louder here, rippling for ages against the reverb. Steve is so aware of every sound he makes, every movement reflected in the water.

“Hey.” Eddie knocks his knuckles over Steve’s wrist. Loosely catches his fingers. “Never kissed anyone here, have you?”

Steve shakes his head, rethinks his outlook on impossibilities. He wades in closer, keeping their hands connected. “Should we rectify that?”

Eddie nods into the kiss. They rarely kiss this softly, all warm lips and leisure speed. Every breath shared, gentle waves luring them chest to chest.

The list in Steve’s pocket is probably shriveled up, withering away. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Not in this moment.

Anyone before Eddie is just ink on a page.

[therentyoupay]

Hello, Kris! I think I might’ve already gotten the gist of it, but it’s been some time. What exactly IS Academia Mode? Are you still in school, or is this your actual job, and it just happens to be involved in the education system?

Many thanks!

hahah no worries!!! that is a good question 🤣😭😭🙏 for me, academia mode is currently finishing the 5th and final year of my doctoral program and includes (but is not limited to lol):

data collection, analysis, write-ups

writing python programs to support my data cleaning, data coding, stats, and data analysis/visualizations

applying for GRANT MONEYYYY

submitting abstract proposals to conferences (and applying for MORE GRANT MONEYYYY)

reporting research findings (writing journal article manuscripts, preparing conference slides)

writing my actual dissertation manuscript lol

supporting and instructing my research assistants

sharing my research with mainstream public audiences

writing my non-fiction book based on my ongoing dissertation research

teaching classes, grading papers, holding office hours, fielding emails, writing letters of recommendation for all sorts of students' fellowships/grad admissions/grant applications, teaching students how to strategize their personal statements, grant purpose letters, and other aspects of apps, etc.

peer-reviewing others' journal manuscripts, providing feedback to colleagues (blind review or not)

assisting with my advisor's research and textbook manuscripts (proofreading, copy-editing, internet sleuthing, finding more up-to-date citations, occasionally writing rough drafts)

writing chapters for edited volumes on various topics

READING. all the time. reading new literature and research articles constantly. ALL THE TIME. writing 1-pagers and mini-annotated bibs for future lit review use, etc.

WRITING. all the time. professional-speak, academic-speak, insructor-speak.

getting paid to travel to conferences to present my research (GRANT MONEYYYYYY)

by may 2025, i'll be a Ph.D.!!!!!! [screams]

academia mode! ✨🤣🤣🤣😭🤣💕 every day, i think about how lucky i am that i get paid to do what i do 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 hope you are having a magnificent day, and thank you for the ask!!

[appalesbian]

Scream?

…….yeah okay, I know what y’all are about😉 Have a sneak peek of the other Korrasami Week WIP.

At some point Korra’s legs had started to tremble. She willed herself not to scream around the fingers in her mouth, the need inside her too acute, too close to boiling over but maddeningly out of reach.

[astrhae]

I'm reading your fic "third law of thermodynamics" and oh my, it's so fucking good. I'm in love <3

akshdhdhk hi hello!! i'm so sorry i don't know HOW i missed this ask but thank you so much 💙 i needed a place to put all my physics metaphors and that fic somehow turned out deeply chaotic and cathartic to write, and i'm really so glad you enjoyed the fic!!

writing the fic made me desperately need to write an aziraphale character study, so stay tuned for that 💕 here's a little snippet from that character study:

“Heaven cast me out.” They cut him off. Sound was just light that man couldn’t see, and now all Crowley could hear was the hollow spaces where body became an echo of a scream, of prayer unanswered and question unasked. “I’ve no intention of going back.”

Aziraphale let go, and Crowley stumbled out of orbit.

“You came to me,” Aziraphale accused.

You called me, Crowley wanted to fire back, but that would be equal parts accusation and confession. Equal parts honesty and hypocrisy.

“You’re not Heaven,” Crowley replied in the end. There was a difference, not nice and not accurate, but a difference nonetheless, as blurred as the colors of the sky. “You’re an angel.”

[edsbacktattoo]

jams lmao i looked at your reblog of my post and tumblr is like ‘oh you like ofmd? you like ed teach? you like that one gif of taika waititi in the ed teach costume? WELL JAMS HAS REBLOGGED IT ONCE OR TWICE’

it’s like having your pornhub history put on blast. tumblr needs to stop exposing me like this or it needs to make an incognito mode

[ah-bright-wings]

Some proof that I have been drawing in between work and writing 😅 Preparing for Holy Week is always busy for churches, and since I work for an Archdiocese and a parish, it's been doubly crazy! So I continue my cycle of starting pieces and never finishing 😂

[lassnami]

Swanna mail! A handmade Primarina plush. It is around 6" (inches) tall.

Have a friend :)

-@plushanon

…I wonder how they made it look just like me, down to the pearls in my hair…..

Thank you very much! I’ll go out and get some palm fronds to put it on to keep it from getting wet; as something tells me that the fabric of this would not fare well getting salt water on it. I think I’ll put it next to my sea glass collection…..

[Image ID: a rocky sea cave. The walls are covered in natural rock shelves in which all manner of things are displayed. The plush Primarina is sitting proudly atop a few palm leaves on the largest rock shelf, surrounded by chunks of multicolored sea glass and large spiral seashells. After some struggle, Nami has managed to get the plush to “hold” a shell in its fins”]

[pinkmirth]

@monirei OMLLLLLLL

REINERRRRRRRRRRRR! MAMA LOOOKKKKK😍😍😍😍😍🤭🤭🤭

THIS HAS BIG POPPA REINER WRITTEN ALL OVER IT! 😩🫶🏾 oooh friend listen, you don’t know how much i love this damn photo! sexy lil southern belle x big daddy cowboy reiner = a match made in heaven!!!

[dreamlandcreations]

I come to you with yet another random thought! (Almost) all of our favourite Tom characters are suckers for touching. As in, even when you two would argue, he'd never ever deny you a hug. If you would randomly hug him him in the middle of arguing he'd wrap his arms around you as well and kiss the top of your head. 🥺���

Alfie would hug you tightly as he keeps going on with his rant, (he would only stop if you are crying,) either way, his little monologue would take a wild turn and he would end up making you laugh

Bane would pick you up, probably bridal style and he would sit down with you in his lap and you would stay like that for hours

Eames would just sigh and hold you for as long as you want, occasionally pressing kisses to wherever he could reach, the side of your head, your neck, your shoulder and when you finally look at him on your lips

James would freeze on spot, not really hugging you back just pulling you flush to his chest while he grips your jaw and claims your lips in a bruising kiss as he walks you backwards until your back hits a wall and he takes you right there

Tommy would bend down, take you over his shoulder and get you to bed to cuddle until you fall asleep

[emma-the-artkid]

I DID SOMETHING!!

Okay so- i made my own species of dragon! They’re called Banpai! (taken from the Japanese word Banpei) i was having a rough time figuring this out but i did it eventually so it’s all good!✨

I don’t have much info on Banpai yet but I’m sure I’ll get there soon, and I’ll make sure to post about it once i do🩵 this Banpai in particular is named Hayami, I don’t know much about her either but I’m working on it TvT. I absolutely love her and I already want to draw her again- but it gotta brainstorm first! I’d love to hear some ideas for Hayami or even Banpai in general if you have any! It would help me out lots :) 🩵🩵✨

Have a wonderful day/night everyone 🩵🫂✨

[gfguren]

amber!! it’s been way too long since i last dropped by!! i’ve missed you!! how are you?? 

now that spring’s here, i’m lugging in a GIANT basket of flowers of all kinds for you 💐🌷🪻🌹🌻🌸🌺!! + a curious sel question!!! — what’s your favourite thing to do during spring? what do you think katsuki's/shouto's/todobaku's is? 🥺 

sellie!! im good! tysm for the flowers 💓💗💕

hm my favorite thing to do in spring?? i guess, i like to take my dog on walks in the park when it warms up a bit. sometimes i sucker my bf into coming too by making us lunch hehe.

as for bakugou - i think he'd also take advantage of it finally getting warmer; that he'd like to get outside and exercise after being stuck in the gym all winter! (that he'd bust out the compression shorts and tanks and he'd be soooo handsome and buff, and he'd show off more than usual bc there are people watching, and, and-)

and for shoto, i like to think he'd enjoy fresh flower shopping with/for rei, even though he has absolutely no eye for it dkjhdf. it's fine though bc he's kind and handsome, and the flower shop employees are more than happy to help 😏