#thanks for asking darling!

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

uno reverse miss patchy!! what pokemon would be on your and sero’s teams? 🎤

SO glad you asked!! Now, I don't know much about Pokemon in terms of like stats or what goes well with what or whats the strongest, I just go off vibes! So if this team sucks well.... apologies.!

But Sero strikes me as a Normal and Bug/Grass trainer, so he's pretty split when it comes to that; so his team would be Girafarig, Obstagoon, Kleavor, Galvantula, Volcarona, and Leafeon

Now despite the peddler sorta theme and vibe everyone gives, Patchy ain't all that witchy! And in fact, is very much drawn to the cutesy fire types and fairy ones! So expect me to be mainly a Fire/Fairy trainer with Flareon, Arcanine, Delphox, Phanpy, Togekiss, and Alola Ninetales

And if it was us battling as a pair I think this would be the mashup: Delphox, Kleavor, Togekiss, Volcarona, Ninetales, and Leafeon

[kickassfu]

I had a nightmare about you? I wanna know more

oh hey buddy :3 it's a prompt that was sent to me from one of those posts on tumblr that I reblogged, when I begged for some and then i started writing it and didn't finish it LOL

i think it was an attempt to hold onto the steddie (steve and eddie from stranger things) fixation.

and honestly the prompt ( “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”) is so good and right up my alley. I only wrote a lil bit, but ya gotta love the hurt comfort of it all am i right? lol:

Eddie startles awake by the sound of his telephone loudly ringing in the night. He’d be angry if not for the sensation that the call saved him from a far worse fate. Only the memory of teeth ripping into flesh remains, the nightmare itself long gone from his conscious brain. He feels more zombie than man as he gets up to pick up the screaming phone, dragging himself over with the strength of a dying man just wanting the noise to stop, just for the small chance to fall back asleep.

[delirious-donna]

hwo do your faves deal with it <3 (teh selfhsip q)

How do my faves deal with me when I’m in attention-seeking mode?

Kakashi takes me out to walk the pups. He knows that fresh air, energetic dogs and being able to hold his hand whilst we walk will do wonders for me. We play fetch in the park, maybe take a picnic which he lovingly made and I know he’ll end up chasing me around the trees whilst the dogs watch on. Scooping me up as I squeal and carrying me back to the blanket for cuddles.

Nanami will give me whatever I want. Cuddles? Done. Curl up on his lap? Easy. Spend time baking together? No problem at all. However, he has a breaking point and if it seems to be a phase that isn’t ending then he’ll sit me down and ask me what’s caused it. I don’t have these moments often and he knows that so he wants to make sure I’m alright.

Daichi is a bit of a combination of the above two. He’ll give me whatever I ask for and he’s also looking for ways to help diffuse the situation or divert into something practical. Is there a diy project we’ve been meaning to get to? Planning a vacation or short weekend away? He’s very in tune with me so he almost senses when these moments are coming and he low-key likes that I crave his attention because it makes him feel wanted and appreciated.

[blindmagdalena]

honestly i love imagining the reader trying to ride homelander for the first time and him moaning/being overstimulated when she sits on him and her forgetting who he is for a second and going 'shit, did i hurt you?' and him just. being so conflicted by that phrase. of course a human can't ever hurt him and you should watch your tone but also... it's nice you care so much for him. makes him feel cared for, in a way

18+! Given the sounds he makes, no one could blame you for mistaking one for pain. That sharp gasp and the breathless keening moan that follows it.

"Oh fuck," you breathe, hand braced on his bare chest, legs tightly bracketing his hips. He's sweltering beneath you, holding your hips in trembling hands. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

He opens his pleasure-bleary eyes, confused.

It'd be laughable if he wasn't so delirious. You? Hurt him? No, it's another matter entirely. He's accustomed to his gloves and his padded suit acting as a barrier to the world, to the overwhelm of sensation, but he has none of that when he's beneath you.

He's completely at the mercy of the wet, clenching heat of you. It's a betrayal of his stamina that he becomes too sensitive to continue long before he's finished with you.

"What? No, nngh, it's... y'just... y'just feel really fucking good," he says, nearly chokes on that last word. "Too good. So much. It's so much."

"Do you want to stop?" You ask, touching his jaw. Your thumb strokes his cheek and he moans for the tenderness of it. For the care. He'd begun to think there wasn't anyone who could witness what he's capable of and still think to treat him gently.

"No! No, just... just stay... Stay like this," he says, holds you still while he recovers.

You oblige him—you always do—and bend over to kiss him. Your lips are slow and loving against his, coaxing. You cup his face with both hands and sit with him inside you, feeling you, tasting you. It's torturous bliss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, greedy for as much as he can get despite the magnitude of it all, and you lick right back into his.

With a smile, you sink down until your chests are pressed together. His hands slide up your back and he wraps his arms around you, embracing you, needing you more than he's never needed anything in his life. Your lips are like velvet against his, slick with spit and kiss swollen. It's so much more than he's ever had, so much more than he knows how to handle.

He comes just like that, without having to move a muscle, his cry swallowed up by your dreamy kisses.

[greykolla-art]

We need more of the werewolf girlfriend. (Pretty please?)

Oh no, Don’t ask about my foster oc’s I can’t be normal about them!😱❤️

Her name is Mús (mouse) and I’m still trying to nail down her design!😂

Here she is with her tiny bastard boyfriend ,Vespríus.👇

My author friend created them so they are just my foster children, but I love them so much!

[shrimparts-blog888]

In my meme era 💅

[lizaisdrawing]

AAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭 PLZ PLZ PLZ DRAW MORE OF WALLY WITH HIS HAIR LIKE THAT IN THE DAYCARE DRAWING ITS SO BEAUTIFUL, ILL GIVE YOU MY SOUL AND MY MONEY AND MY HAIR AND MY HANDS, all of your drawings are just faNTASTIC❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤��❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hand them over NOW

[canisalbus]

So i remember an ask mentioning your mortal enemy, Felis Atra and their cats, and i thought it'd be fun to draw what Felis Atra's version of your italian dogs would be.

I think they would be called Butter Knife and Flamengo! Butter Knife is not his real name, it's an nickname given by his peers because of how harmless he is. I choose Flamengo because that's the name of Vasco's rival football team here in Brazil, so i thought that was the perfect name :)

Cat Machete was slightly inspired by the Oriental Shorthair cat because of their long noses and thin head shape.

Cat Vasco was inspired by the Scottish Fold cat, because FLOPPY EARS. I gave Flamengo longer ears and orange fur to make him more like his look-alike.

The last doodle is a reference to this ask (https://canisalbus.tumblr.com/post/728923918314946560/me-i-am-machete-ear-fan-number-1-those-ears) and contains the tumblr ask stand-in dog, whose cat version was inspired by the American Curl cat! They have round ears that are slightly floppy outwards.

Final notes: I know cardinal clothes don't come in vibrant blue, but i was ADAMANT on switching Machete's and Vasco's clothing color patterns. I would draw the rest of Butter Knife's and Flamengo's clothes, but i suck at designing cool outfits.

Speaking of outfits, for Machete's iconic void outfit, i figured it would be fun to make it more baggy for Butter Knife, in contrast to Machete's, that looks very tight-fitted. I think it's cute, it kinda looks like a sweater. Also i can't imagine a Machete doppelganger without high heels boots, so those HAD to stay.

Oh, and just to be clear, i'm not like, claiming ownership of these guys or anything. I just thought it would be a fun exercise. Hope you like them!! I love your art and your characters.

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[kyoukorpse]

THE KING OF LET EVERYONE DRESS CUTE CAME TO YOUR CULT

😭😭😭 OH MY GOODNESS,,, 💕💕

[2-dsimp]

What would Nokka do if he had a streamer wife and just for fun 🤭 she does like a rating anime man with my husband stream how would Nokka react ???

(Also thank youu soo much for all your amazing work can't wait for more💗)

“Wanna rate something? You can rate this dick that’s gonna get you right. If you keep rating another goddamned man. I don’t give a shit if they’re fictional! I’m the only ten out ten in this house!”

Let me ask you this how do YOU guys think he’d react since I’m noticing a trend of yall just wanting to piss him off. Knowing damn well he’d have you in a bedazzled wheelchair with everybody in the neighborhood. Giving y’all the side eye seeing you get handicapped/put on bed rest for a couple of weeks. 😭

[weevmo]

Hihi, could you maybe accept some more lore to your after home wally as request for art? Have a good day!!

More under cut! Decided to go WAY back to do some preliminary explaining for it; explore Home and Wally's relationship and "responsibilities" .

[blindmagdalena]

I’m so sorry Amy this is NASTY but from the moment I saw the chest fuzz on HL my first thought was how sensitive it would make the nips when fucking cause of the texture

18+ homelander x reader. boob stuff, body hair appreciation, overstimulation, flying sex, cream pie. never apologize to me i will always make it nastier. 🖤

At first the brush of it is divine. It wrings a gasp from low in the back of your throat, has you kneading the taut muscles of his back while he pounds into you. Homelander's body hair isn't overly coarse, but it hardly matters when his chest is pressed flush to yours, his lips on your throat.

You feel his every huff and whimper more than you hear them. They pair perfectly with the desperate grip he has on your hips, holding you in place with his whole body as he fucks you against the ceiling.

Now the grind of his chest against yours is beginning to take a toll. You shiver with his every move, growing more and more tender with the friction. Your cunt quivers tight around his cock and he stifles a hot moan into the crook of your neck.

His cock, more thick than long and nicely curved, strokes that sweet spot inside you that strikes stars behind your eyelids with every snap of his hips. You fist your hand in his hair and pull until his lips meet yours.

"Fuck," he gasps against your lips, threads of saliva snapping between your hungry mouths. "You drive me fucking crazy."

"Don't blame me for that," you respond breathlessly, licking right back into his mouth. "You were there when I got here."

He grins, giving a ravenous little growl and a sharp thrust. "Fine. Crazier."

The two of you climax like that, entwined and floating high off the ground, your ascension halted only by the height of the ceiling. Only once the aftershocks fade out does Homelander begin to sink back down to the bed. You feel as if you're in the clouds, floating on euphoria and his warm, soft body.

Still trembling, you lift yourself up. This is how you had started; astride him, riding him until the wild bucks of his hips had lifted you both up, up, up.

You smooth your hands down your own chest, goosebumps erupting everywhere. You give his pec a slap, the thwap of it dulled by the padding of hair. "You rug burned my whole chest," you chastise, though your tone is colored by your smile.

He sucks in a breath, contemplating the condition of your skin as he blows out a raspberry. He cups your breasts in gentle hands and pushes them together and up, meeting the pearl-soft flesh of them with his lips. He kisses apologies all over each one, flicking his tongue over your nipples for the way you gasp and tug his hair when he does.

His spent cock, still buried deep inside you, throbs valiantly as he sucks one breast into his mouth, tonguing your nipple in slow circles. You shudder and grind down in retaliation, the both of you hyper-sensitive, moving leisurely against one another as your satiation passes and the need for more grows.

You ride him slow and deep until he comes again. You rub your clit to the feel of his mouth on your chest and his come dripping out of you until you, too, orgasm, the tight spasm of your cunt reducing the most powerful man in the world to a simpering mess between your thighs.

The two of you untangle your limbs only to jigsaw right back together, his back to your sensitive chest, your arms around him, fingers scratching through the very hair you complained about.

"I could start waxing again," he says, words lazily slurring together.

"Don't you dare," you murmur, nuzzling the spot just behind his ear, kissing the shell of it. He interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand to his chest. "You're perfect as is."

You don't need to see him to know he's smiling. You feel it in the slant of his lips when he presses the back of your hand to them.

[reinbouxsworld]

okay but hear me out… upper moon 2 Leona meeting Yuko his wife again after some years when he chose to become and upper moon and she was sent to kill him😭

I can't elaborate I will cry.

[madalenadrops]

Can I have some big boi beta! Wally?

Sure thing, dear anon! Here you go

❤💛💙

[inkbybambi]

Hi! Can please get #56 with ghoap x reader for Spotify 100 blurb? I am curious to see what happens... >_<

hi darling! yes absolutely, thank you for the prompt!

it's all about confidence baby / she's making me nervous, she's making me nervous

a smirk paints simon's lips as he leisurely sips his whiskey. two fingers, love — he had asked when you offered him a drink.

you gave him three with a glittering smile and a wink.

johnny is a right mess, nervously fiddling with his glass that’s still untouched, salted rim of his top-shelf tequila enticing, but not enough to actually take it.

you pout when you walk by, ready to refill him, your own glass hidden under the table to take one with him, but it’s still as neat as when you first placed it in front of him.

you open your mouth to say something, but a call from the other end of the bar catches your attention. another quick look to johnny shows he’s no closer to taking his drink. you slink away, your own glass untouched.

the bar is decorated with flashes of silver and gold, glitter dusting the countertops to ring in the new year. but you were the most gorgeous creature there and soap can’t look away.

“it’s been an hour, mate,” gaz slurs as he comes to the bar, his third glass of the night already empty. “just ask ‘er out.”

simon snorts into his glass, far too amused for soap’s liking.

gaz tips his glass in your direction, and you visibly brighten. they are your favorite regulars, after all.

“another one already, pretty boy?” your voice floats over the music, teasing, paired with a lethal grin that makes soap weak in the knees. soap knows the pet name isn’t directed at him, but his face heats and he ducks his head. you wouldn’t be able to tell in the low light of the bar anyway, but he doesn’t want to risk it.

“johnny,” you whine, and he can’t ignore you when you sound so sad. he looks up, the pout on your face even worse as you eye his glass. “do you not like it? it’s your favorite.”

gaz has a fresh drink in hand but is pointedly not leaving. he knocks soap’s shoulder — wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it — so now everyone’s attention was on him. your eyes are extra sparkly under the lights, and soap decides it’s now or never.

“can ah take ye on a date?” he blurts out, blush hot on his cheeks, heart doubling over itself.

your answering smile is blinding, perching up on your toes enough to lean over the counter. your fingers are soft on his cheeks, if not a bit sticky from the drinks you’ve been pouring all night, but he doesn’t care when your lips press against his.

the kiss isn’t perfect, both of you too caught up in smiling to kiss proper, but you give him a cheeky bite to his bottom lip before pulling away, a promise for more later.

price comes to gather his boys, motioning to a billiards table that just opened up for them. he gives you a nod in acknowledgment, and you make sure they’re all topped up on their drinks before they amble away. soap finally gives in to do a shot with you, and price mutters christ under his breath when you pass soap the lime from between your teeth.

“we’ll see you at home, doll,” simon calls as soap drags him away, saying that he’ll beat gaz and price this time, for sure.

[fcthots]

Heyy! i hope you're having a wonderful day today let's start with that! <3 Soo I know many people find the Jason Todd friends with benefits au hot but personally...I CAN'T. My softy self will cry of jealousy so hard because of the no strings attached thingy. I couldn’t help imagine reader and Jason in that situation (hope this is understandable its my first ask and im still working on my english!) Love your writings and please don't feel pressured to write if you're not feeling up to it!

no bc i have been thinking about this and IEDJFHNEIJF i have opinions. There is only ONE (1) correct way to do fwb w jason and it is ANGST.

You're both hopelessly in love with each other. You both know it, but you can't be everything you want to be. You can't have the one thing you want most, but this will just have to be enough.

His eyes always linger on you. No matter what you're doing. It's like he gets drunk on just watching you move. He'll sit on your couch after he swore he'd stop coming over. He watches you wash dishes and wipe down the counters. He twitches every time you move as if he wants to stop you, as if he wants to do it for or with you, anything for you to not do it by yourself, but he doesn't get up, only watches. Watches you like you're a deity and he is your most devout follower. Watches you with so much adoration that you swear he's in love with you, but he'll be gone before you wake up, and you'll fall asleep to him saying "we can't do this again," but he'll come back. He'd come back in a hurricane, tornado, earthquake, anything to see your face. You swear he's in love with you, but then he'll say he doesn't want to see you again, even if you know he'll come back. You tell yourself that wanting and needing are different things. He doesn't want to need you. You try and tell yourself he loves you, but he makes sure to tell you he doesn't.

You take him back every time. You take him back like he didn't leave you in the middle of the night. Take him back like he didn't say that it was the last time. You take him back like you actually want him. He'll let himself believe it, because he wants you so bad, but he can never let you know that. He needs you like a drowning man needs air, but he cannot have you. He cannot keep you, but how is he supposed to tell you that? Sometimes when he slips in through your window soaked with rainwater and you wrap his towel snug around his shoulders and run your fingers through his hair, and he swears you love him too, but it's better if you don't so he lets himself believe it. He lets himself believe you don't love him the way he loves you, so he can pretend he isn't killing you when he leaves before dawn. He knows he has to leave. He has to keep you safe. Safe from the world. Safe from him. He'll only break your heart if you let him keep it, but he breaks it every time he puts it down to leave.

He's in love with you, but protecting you comes first even if it only hurts you both more. You will take anything he'll give you. You undo each other. You lay yourselves bare for only the other person to see. It only hurts you, but you can't stop. You can't stop because it's too much, but not enough. It is all you have and ruining what you have. You hate each other for it. You love each other. You scream his name every night. Sometimes he draws it out of you, and other nights you scream it into the sky with tears in your eyes. You will never forgive each other. There is nothing to forgive. The poison tastes sweet when it comes from your lover's hand.