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Final Fantasy XV chibis I made into stickers, badges and keychains for KupoCon this weekend (I’ll be posting an acrylic charm pre order very soon!! The small amount I made were a test to see how they would sell and I sold out right away)

Thank you to everyone that came over to my table I had such a great time!

10/10 would KupoCon again

 If you want to use as icons please ask me first! Thank you※

anonymous asked:

What about Hal Carter coming home all hot and sweat from work and see's you in nothing but a silk dressing gown and he takes you over the kitchen table there and then!

yes! Hal needs more love! Imagine his sweaty chest against yours as he lifts your full skirt, the table moving against the floor with every roll of his hips 


Originally posted by anya-aninor

Sinful Sunday™

SpoofClay- Daddy.

Clay never truly enjoyed being in power. Not sexually. Gemma could only do so much for him in the bedroom department, she lacked the one thing he craved the most. Clay sat alone in the clubhouse with only Half-sack to keep him company. He watched as Half-sack bend over the pool table to take a shot. He was fixated on his sweet vanilla buns.

He sucked on his cigar like as if it was Half-sack’s meat pipe. Half-sack watched as Clay erotically licked at his cigar. In return he threw the pool cue down on the table. “Let’s get one thing straight ol’ man. If you want this king dong,” He said in front of Clay grabbing at his own cock, “I am the Daddy.”
“Only if I can be your little girl.”  Clay said seductively standing from his chair. Half-sack nodded in agreement. “I’ll go change.” Clay said with a high pitch whine. He had been waiting for this moment his whole life. He may have just found himself a real man.

“Daddy?” Clay sung down the hallway beckoning Half-sack towards him. Half-sack eyed his little girl. His hair and makeup made Half-sack harder than he had ever been before. “My, my, don’t you look pretty for Daddy.” He’s fingers ran over the lace of Clay’s lingerie. Half-sack pushed Clay into the room kicking the door shut behind him.

Clay could not wait to have complete access to his kidney wiper. Half-sack let her strip him. Humming compliments as he gracefully moved around him. “Get on your knees” he growled Holding his love meat in one hand he guided his lips towards it. “Let me see how you gobble that cock.” Clay abided kitten licking at Half-sack’s man-axe. Half-sack couldn’t take it, the first set of licks made him explode all over Clay’s face.

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☆ Games at Starlight Shrine: End! ☆

As the last game at the shrine grounds finishes, the people talking about the games events slowly disperse, leaving the area empty. Sheep start to come out and clean up what mess was left over; the tables, the cards, the impressive board game, and even the entire miniature town.

Guess this means that all the games are over now.

It’s in the middle of the night, and the stars are shining; but the festival grounds are still buzzing with life for now, even if less so than before. There’s still some hours left to enjoy the stands, you suppose, even if it’s only very little.

☆ Thank you to everyone who joined our game sessions, gave us tips and helped us out! It’s all of you that made such a fun weekend filled with games possible. We hope you had fun and made some new friends or good memories! That’s the most important thing, after all. ☆

hmltntrsh51  asked:

In the uniform. Cig hanging from his lips. Cards in his hands. More like bend me over the table and take me right there good l o r d

Yeah…I gotta watch it again because now I’m feeling the thirst lol

Beacon Hills rarely had the chance to take a breath before its inhabitants were threatened. Scott knew this as soon as Deaton told him the fate of the Nemeton and the meaning of the town’s name. Despite this, he’d somehow been convinced by his mother to accompany her on a trip out of town to scope out a potential college. She insisted on him maintaining a “normal” life, despite all of Beacon Hills challenges. When he came back, however, he’d wanted to shout into the void. With Deaton gone, Scott’s link to the town lore was severed. The world was crumbling around him and he hadn’t been there to pick up the pieces and now… he wasn’t sure if he could pick any of them up. He slumped over the empty examination table at the Beacon Hills pet clinic. It was the one place he could go and feel relatively safe enough to brood–despite the painful memories that he would never see Deaton here again. A sudden knock on the door and the familiar sound of the squeaking hinges broke him from his thoughts. “We’re closing soon,” he called out to the door, just in case it was another client trying to get a walk-in-appointment. The hours were posted right on the door! “Come back tomorrow!”

I’ve been meaning to ask, but did they seriously drink three bottles of wine over takeout?

In some kind of AU… 🍃

What if:

A werewolf AU only it’s not a werewolf AU.

Yuuri Katsuki is a mysterious man who likes his meat rare and talks to dogs like he can understand what they’re saying. He says he has a dark past and doesn’t like to talk about himself too much. Viktor asks him what he does for a living, and Yuuri hems and haws for a moment before explaining that he monitors the tides. More than once, Yuuri crawls into Viktor’s bed smelling like wet dog. Viktor has never seen Yuuri on a full moon. Yuuri has scars on his belly that he refuses to talk about. 

“Yuuri,” Viktor says one morning over coffee, upon putting all of this together. “Yuuri, are you a werewolf?”

Yuuri sets his mug down, hard, and levels Viktor with the most astounded look Viktor has ever seen on another person’s face. “Excuse me?”

“You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?” Viktor asks, leaning far over the table. “You can tell me, it’s okay. I’ll love you either way.”

“Viktor, oh my God.” Yuuri sniffs Viktor’s coffee to make sure it’s not spiked. “Viktor, why would you think that? Werewolves aren’t real, Viktor, they don’t exist.”

“But you like your meat rare.”

“Where I come from, everyone likes their meat rare.”

“Yuuri–Yuuri, you talk to dogs! You keep telling me that you have a dark past and you won’t tell me about it! You monitor tides for a living? What does that even mean, Yuuri? I thought it was a euphemism for–”

“Viktor, I literally work at a tide monitoring station. You’ve been to the station, you’ve met my coworkers.” Yuuri drops his head onto the table and buries his hands in his hair. “The–the dark past is–Viktor, it was a joke. I thought I told you. I was talking about my–my failed figure skating career. It was–how the hell did you get werewolf from all of that? There are so many more logical explanations–”

“The scars!” Viktor blurts, even though he’ll realize shortly that it was terribly insensitive of him. “Where did you get–”

“My failed figure skating career!” Yuuri groans. “Another skater and I–we crashed into each other, his skates tore up my stomach and I almost poked both his eyes out! That’s why I don’t skate anymore!”

“Then,” Viktor announces, throwing out his trump card, “Why do I never see you on the full moon?”

“Because I work at a tide-monitoring station, Viktor! Why, why did none of this occur to you?!”

“Oh,” Viktor says softly, clearing his throat. “I see.”

Yuuri Katsuki, who is not a werewolf but merely a failed figure skater who works at a tide monitoring station and owns a dog, bangs his head repeatedly on the table.