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21 I use this blog when im on laptop

[391780]

thinkin’ about a soft, naturally hairy femme with pcos or something getting kidnapped by price

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[frogchiro]

Need more wolf dog hybrid! Simon or wolf hybrid! Soap with small reader who can barely take their knot. Like reader is whining that it won’t fit and they’re like “I’ll make it fit”.

Wolf hybrid!Soap who is the meanest, worst dog you've ever met :((

He's the largest alpha of his pack, he's huge, he's burly with the broadest shoulders ever and is the most virile male so his need to spread his seed and breed is skyrocketing, not to mention that it only serves to make him more confident and cocksure :((

And for some reason he chose you as his breed mate, the female wolf in his pack to mate, bond and have puppies with :(( You're smaller than him but it's even better for Johnny! Means he can show off more and protect you like a true alpha!

And he has literally no shame at all; will wrangle you onto the cave floor of the den and mount you right then and there where the whole pack can see :( The weaker males cower and not dare to look at the sight of their alpha fucking and breeding his mate in fear of Johnny noticing and tearing them apart with his maw :((

On the contrary all the female wolf hybrids gather close to watch the intimate display, whispering and whining among themselves, some of the bolder ones even rubbing up against Johnny and you, licking and kissing on your shoulders (neck is off limits) and even ducking down to suck your sensitive nipples.Johnny holds your tail tightly and thrusts his strong hips without abandon, all smiles and loud with his long tongue lolling out, happy that all his girls are close while he mates while you whine to please slow down because your pussy hurts from the relentless thrusts :((

[yawnderu]

Having a bimbo girlfriend is the best thing to ever happen to Simon Riley. Not only does he get to be with someone who looks like an angel— you act like one, too.

“Keep your eyes closed, Si. This thingy can blind you.” You sound fully convinced of it as you apply the skincare over his eyebrows, the pads of your fingers running over his rough skin with a gentleness he's never experienced. “‘S not gonna blind me, bird.” He reassures, yet he still keeps his eyes closed and fully focuses on the sensation of the cool liquid being smeared all over his face, matching with you.

“You don’t know that.” A quiet chuckle comes out of him because he does, in fact, know that none of the ingredients can blind him— he read the bottle in secret.

You finish applying the product on his skin, planting a gentle kiss on his chapped lips before you hum softly, face scrunching up as you feel the dryness of his lips.

“Wait.” There's pure amusement in his eyes as he sees you jog out of the room, coming back not even 10 seconds later out of breath, but with a stick of lip balm in your hand.

“Do this.” You make a kissy face and he doesn't hesitate to copy you, trying his best not to smile as you steal a kiss before starting to carefully apply the lip balm on his dry lips. He has never been taken care of like this— never even dared to dream about it, yet this is his reality now.

“Much better, isn't it?” Simon might as well have died right on the spot and went to heaven with the way you grin up at him, the light above you almost looking like a halo.

It takes a few seconds of staring at you before he's nodding his head, getting up to steal a kiss, a genuine smile on his face as you smack his arm softly and scold him for smearing the lip balm.

[frogchiro]

COYOTE-GRAVES CHASING AFTER FARM-CAT READER!

Just a pretty little kitty that enjoys the finer things in life, lazily patrols the farm for this and that- reporting back to guard dog Ghost occasionally.

She’s out on the far part of the pasture, lazing around when she see’s Graves behind the fence.

Oh- he’s calling out to her! Hm- she get’s up and slowly starts to walk away like she never heard him- oh he jumped the fence! Maybe walk a little faster- Fuck! He’s following her! Time to run!

Her fluffy groomed behind sprinting back to the barn with Graves snapping at her heels, crazy about this *pretty* little kitty. He knows that you’re a kitty- you’re not meant to take his knot, you’re not really big enough to take his knot but, your body isn’t built to take his knot, BUT! it’s worth trying sweet girl! Get back here!

While you’re just trying to find Guard dog Ghost- why can you never find his scary ass when you need him!!!! Bastard!

(Maybe you try and dart for the doggy door of the house *but, it’s a door for actual dogs* and your ass get’s stuck half way through the door.)

Imagine Ghost’s surprise to hear his kitty howling her head off with Graves shuffled up behind her trying to shove his knot in. Just relax a little kitty!

You have no idea that this ask has been knocking around my brain all day now

And the day started out so good for you too!! :(( You woke up snuggled all warm and happy between the two huge farm guard dogs, Simon and Johnny, who, before you went out on your own, manage to sneak a little nip here and there and tickled you with their tongues a bit, y'know for a good start Kitty!

The 'lucky' tongue tickling didn't do it's job though since now you have a pervy and very horny Coyote Hybrid chasing after you >:( You've seen the wild blonde hybrid before on the premises of the farm, always lurking and stalking when the sun was setting, his eerie eyes almost glowing in the setting light making you meow and run away back to the barn where your nest is and now he's chasing after you bc he wants to mate :((

And as you're running Philip is both horny and frustrated; why are you running?? Come back pretty girl! Sure you're smaller than him and his knot can be a challenge but c'mon Kitty, he promises it will be worth it! He's very virile and strong, he can take good care of you!

Besides it's not like it will be your first time taking dick and knot this big; Philip is lurking around the farm for a while now and has seen you mate so much with the huge guard dog hybrids, Ghost and Soap, that he's actually surprised that you're not knocked up with a litter of pups by now. Not to mention that he saw you sniffing and slinking around that mean old bull, Price, who always charges at him on sight >:(

Imagine Ghost's and Johnny's rage when they find poor you held down by Philip who literally dragged you out of that doggy door and is now thrusting without abandon as you yowl and moan, your soft, broad hips high with your tail fluffed up as the mean Coyote tries to fit his fat knot inside your cunt with a nasty smirk on his annoyingly handsome face </3

[ms-demeanor]

Hey you know how I said I was going to make a workbook on the kind of bullshit you need to do when someone you love dies? I actually did that.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH LOTS OF SWEARING AT THE USELESS, SHITTY SITUATION YOU’RE IN.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH A FAIR AMOUNT OF BLACK HUMOR BUT NO CURSEWORDS.

Featuring Helpful Sections such as:

Death Certificates – What you need, why you need them, and how to get them

Prepare to spend a long and miserable time on the phone

What the Everloving Fuck is Probate

Some Simple Dos and Don’ts

Shitty Mad Libs – Templates for writing Obituaries and Memorials

How to plan a non-religious death party

So you suddenly have to become some sort of hacker or some shit

This is an eighteen page book that you can print out, download, share, and give away; it is meant to be used to collect information about funeral planning and account management after a death OR you can use it BEFORE you die and give people information so they’re not stuck playing Nancy Fucking Drew while trying to keep seventeen cousins who crawled out of the woodwork from gutting each other in front of the fucking casket as they argue about who’s inheriting grandma’s favorite dentures.

It’s not exactly cheerful and it’s full of things that are probably going to feel really fucking raw if you’re processing a fresh death.

I’m sorry! I love you! Death is shitty! I’m trying to laugh about it a little and I hope you can laugh a little too because otherwise we’re all just going to cry together.

Good luck!

(in memory of my weirdo mother and her weirdo siblings who all died too fucking young and left me holding this flaming bag of dogshit)

[ms-demeanor]

Death sucks, hope you’re doing okay out there.

[iwilleatyourenglish]

about twice a year my partner will want to use my toothbrush and then get disgruntled when i call him a vile beast.

[iwilleatyourenglish]

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[moongreenlight]

Werewolf!Soap who you meet while you’re out walking your dog.

It’s all the makings of a real meet-cute when you’re dragged across the path because your dog has caught some scent and pulled you straight over to Johnny who’s jogging a few yards ahead of you. You apologize when he almost trips over the leash and try to assure him that this never happens. You don’t know what’s gotten into your dog as he’s usually so calm when you’re out.

Johnny is so good-natured about it. Squats down and let’s the pup get a good sniff of his hands before scratching it behind the ears a few times.

“Wow, you must be a real dog person!”

“You’ve got no idea.”

[cod-dump]

Rudy muttered the word ‘divorce’ while talking to Laswell and Alejandro lost his shit. Rudy’s kingly treatment from Alejandro suddenly became godly, he was practically being worshipped. He was just talking to Laswell about her friend’s divorce, he has no intention of even thinking of divorcing Alejandro. But he’s not going to say anything, he likes being pampered.

[lxvvie]

I feel like… smacking Simon’s ass is grounds for war. Not that he wouldn’t like it, but prepare for you to jolt when he walks past you 😭

You will either do one of two things when you walk past Simon: you'll smack his ass to make it jiggle or, when he's wearing his sweatpants, you'll pants him just enough for those hairy asscheeks to feel the brush of cool air.

Simon, troll that he is, makes it psychological. He keeps you wondering; he keeps you guessing. You totally expect him to get you back—you clench your asscheeks in preparation—but he doesn't.

At least, not when you expect him to.

And then one day he gently brushes his large palm over your ass, manages to get a small squeeze in, and it makes you jolt at how... sensual it feels.

Simon chuckles.

Yeah, he got your ass good.

[stinglesswasp]

Fireworks 🎇

[mishastoesies]

“if no art makes you feel anything, make your own art and feel something” is too raw of a line to have come from a jenna marbles video of her painting a rainbow/polka dot seahorse saying “it’s seahorse time” on a denim jacket

[starseekrr]

[greenycrimson]

Why do you people feel profound thought has to come from high places? The gutter looks at the stars too

[aberrantemotion]

not only did you prove your point, but you showed an example of it in the same sentence

[bunnysrph-deactivated20250508]

NEIL ELLICE — john ‘soap’ mactavish

[brewed-pangolin-deactivated2025]

It ain’t December til Santa Soap shows up with his snicker doodle flavored coffee!

[rose-gold-tinted-nostalgia]

Compilation of The Actor just trying to have a good time but no-one will let him

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

“God you’d look so fucking good with your belly swollen with my child.” Simon groaned, his mind filling with images of you carrying his child. The thought made him feral, and a growl escaped his lips when he felt you clench around him.

A whimper fell from your lips as you bounced yourself on top of your husband, his cock sinking deep inside you with each sway of your hips. “Please.”

“You want that, sweetheart? You want me to give you a baby?” Simons fingers dug into your hips, guiding your movements as he looked deeply into your eyes.

You gave a weak nod, your brain not functioning fully as the tip of your husband’s cock began to kiss your cervix. The thought of his seed taking, giving you the chance to give him a baby had your pussy clenching around him.

With a groan, Simon flipped you over skillfully, his dick still fully sheathed within your soaked walls. “God I want to give you one so bad, baby girl. I want to make you a mum so fucking bad.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as he began to pound himself into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, and the low moans emitting from both of your lips filling your shared bedroom.

Simon leaned down, his mouth hovering next to your ear as he nipped at your lobe playfully. “You’d be such a good fucking mum, love. Let me fill you up.”

His hands blindly found the back of your thighs, pushing them up to your sides to allow him to sink deeper inside of you. “My pretty fucking girl. Gonna make the cutest goddamn babies.”

Simon’s fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, his eyes flickering down to watch your pussy swallow his cock to the hilt. The sight alone had him close to his orgasm, his thrusts steadily becoming desperate.

“Si.” You whined, your arms pulling Simon impossibly close as his orgasm began to tear through him, causing his hips to stutter against you.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned, his hands shaking as they loosened their grip on your thighs. His cock pulsed deep inside of you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls.

He gave a final lazy thrust of his hips, before slowly pulling out of you, causing the two of you to sigh at the loss of contact. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, mumbling an “I love you” before crawling down so his face was level with your dripping heat.

Simon watched as his cum began to leak out of you, his cock twitching at the sight. He leaned closer, dragging his finger along your swollen folds, before burying his middle digit deep inside of you. “Be a good girl for me, yeah? Need to make sure we don’t waste a drop.”

[cmncisspnandmore]

Nothing breaks Simon’s heart more than seeing you cry.

He hates it, it makes his skin crawl, and he feels helpless.

He watches the tears roll down your cheeks, leaving shiny streaks down your face. Your eyes red rimmed as you wipe at them furiously with your hands.

He feels terrible as he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. One hand on the back of your head pressing your face into his large chest. The other around your waist, holding you tightly against him.

His grip tightens when your knees give out, both of you slowly sinking to the floor. Until he’s on his knees trying to hold you together, trying prevent you from shattering to pieces in his hands.

His lips press to your hair as he rocks you slowly back and forth. Soft murmurs fill your ears as he tries to assure you that it’ll be okay even though he knows it very well might not be.

He holds you, long after his legs start to ache, his muscles tense from being in the same position for so long. He listens to your sobs quiet, your breathing slowing as you manage to calm down.

The soft “sorry..” that comes from you makes Simon feel sick. You should never apologize for showing emotion, for being human. For experiencing sadness.

Rage bubbles in his chest as she listens to you try to explain your emotions away, listens to you apologize for “falling apart” and saying “it won’t happen again.”

Simon suddenly wants to rip whoever made you feel like you couldn’t express hurt to shreds. To feel them shake beneath him as he makes them take back what they said to you. Makes them say sorry for making you feel like you weren’t allowed to cry.

But he doesn’t show you how upset he is that someone had made you feel like you can’t cry. He doesn’t tell you hoe his knees have gone numb from kneeling on the hard floor. He just continues to hold you, his arms sore.

As you collect yourself all Simon wants to do is see you smile. To see your lips turn up in even the smallest smile. So he does what he does best in situations like this.

“What do you call an angry veggie?” He asks, pulling back ever so slightly so he can see your face.

“Uh…” you pause, your face scrunched slightly, “what?”

“A steamed veggie,” he grunts, and for a moment he’s worried he said the wrong thing. But then your lips twitch, and a small smile breaks out on your face. along with a dramatic roll of your eyes has Simon letting out a small breath of relief.

Simon hates to see you cry, but he also loves being the one to make you smile after.

[sixleggedboar]

Okay I have not posted art in a while so here have this small Nik sketch.