#asks for Butter

[heavyheavycream]

feedist kinktober 27 : boozy belly

this was one of the first things i wrote about em. i'm not the best at writing dialogues so i hope it's not to clunky, enjoy!

[shepscapades]

Shrimp check :-)

[doodlemark]

mama pear and her little apples

[wyervan]

Your Moon looks creepy and mischievous at the same time, I love him sm, let me just- *smooch his cheek* there, perfect!~

omg what an honor to be visited by THEE Exotic Butters of Fnaf fame. I’m so pleased that—NO MOON DON’T EAT THEM

[cuppajj]

honestly cant wait to see how butter roll will turn out in the beast ancients au syvsuvuvs

like im half hoping for a redemption arc but him being partnered up with mercurial is so funny

Broll is so wildly anomalous that the plot is still trying to catch up to him </3

[camilleflyingrotten]

[runtwithwolves]

can you draw butters

YES I CAN!

i head canon butters is the newspaper boy in highschool!

[emilyartstudio-s]

MY k2 ZINE PIECE IS FINSIHED !! For the Back to Skool Zine!!! Free to download and to view!!!

[laseratingfist]

WAIT CAN U DO MARCHBOOTPO AND HAVE IT BE SOMETHING ABOUT HER BIRTHDAY!!! she's almost a birthday girl!!!

(the bow in boothill's hair is from march....)

[akanemnon]

Peanut butter or jelly sandwich?

Nutella sandwich

(I'm European. Didn't grow up with PB&J's)

[27spoons]

You should totally do a fic or smthn where it’s just nat making out w reader. Or maybe Lottie making out w reader. Honestly anything gay…which is everything. So..yea I love everything you do. -🤺

i realised how long this was sitting in my inbox for, then realised i could literally just make it a blurb. i am so sorry, 🤺. pls forgive me 😔😔😔

anyways......... what if i said............

lottienat making out with reader??

short/sweet. sfw but suggestive themes. <800 words

The party is loud, bodies pressed together in a haze of music and cigarette—honestly, probably also weed—smoke. The bass thrums through your body, rattling your bones in time with the pulse of the shitty strobe lights. Someone's spilled beer is sticky under your Converse, but you don't care. You're not really here for the party.

You're here for them.

Natalie's back is against the wall, her face impassive, and her dark eyeliner is smudged just enough to make her look effortlessly wrecked. (You, of course, know how long she spent fussing over it to ensure it looked just right.) A cigarette dangles between her fingers, barely an afterthought as she watches you with that sharp, knowing gaze. Lottie is beside her, practically glowing in the dim lighting—something ethereal in how her lip gloss catches the neon colours from the strobe lights. 

She's softer than Nat but no less intense, and that's evident in the way her left hand has started trailing up your arm while the other firmly clutches at a Red Solo Cup.

"Y'been teasing us all night," Nat murmurs, tapping her cigarette against a makeshift ashtray on the table beside her.

"I think we deserve an apology," Lottie chimes in, tilting her head with that dreamy, faraway look, but her hand tightens around your wrist, firm and possessive—a sharp contrast.

You barely get a word out before Nat pulls you in, tasting like smoke and whiskey, her lips rough and demanding. Your back hits the wall, and Lottie makes her presence more known. She strokes your arm as your kiss with Nat shifts into a battle for dominance. The music fades into the background, and it's just three of you that remain.

Lottie's fingers trail up your jaw, guiding your face toward her as Nat pulls back just enough to watch. Her lips are softer, slower, and teasing compared to the sharp bite of Nat's—it always gives you a bit of whiplash when being pulled between them, but you've never really minded.

When she deepens the kiss, you harbour no resistance, sighing into her mouth and grabbing the thin fabric of her dress.

Natalie makes a noise—low, amused, possessive.

"Y'two are so fuckin' pretty," she murmurs, her fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, tracing lazy circles against your bare skin.

Lottie's lips linger against yours, just enough to leave you wanting more, but she's pulling back with a slight hum before you can have more. Her nails skim down your arm, teasingly contrasting how Nat's grip tightens at your waist. The rush you get from them is far more intoxicating than the buzz in your veins, more intoxicating than the whiskey on Nat's tongue, and a better high than the ditch weed you've been smoking all night.

You barely have time to register a shift happening before Nat tugs you back in, claiming your mouth like she's got something to prove. Her teeth catch your lower lip, just shy of too hard, and you whimper into her mouth. The sound earns you a quiet, satisfied chuckle from the blonde before she's diving back in, tasting your mouth and exploring the warmth that she's felt countless times before.

Lottie's fingers thread into your hair, tilting your head just enough that she can press a soft kiss against the curve of your jaw. You're sure she would let her kisses roam across your face like she usually does, but Nat seems very firm on keeping her mouth slotted against yours, so Lottie simply explores the line of your jaw and gradually up to your ear, lips lingering on that spot she loves to mark. When your whole body shudders at the feeling of her lips against that spot, you can feel the smirk pressed to your skin.

"I think…" she murmurs, voice the perfect picture of faux innocence, "we should take this somewhere else."

Nat grunts in agreement when she pulls back from your lips, her eyes blown (and not just from whatever she's been taking tonight). "Yeah. 'fore I decide I don't give a shit about an audience."

Her hand slips lower, fingers ghosting over the waistband of your jeans, and you find yourself nodding before you even have time to process the action.

Nat presses one last kiss to the corner of your mouth as Lottie takes your hand and leads you out of the house party and back to her car. You'd be lying if you said you weren't looking forward to getting out of there all night.

Now, the real fun begins.

[housecow]

Gross, but have you ever chowed down on a straight stick of butter?

when i was ~4/5 years old i got caught behind the couch straight eating a stick of butter.. so yes… haven’t tried recently, but if im feeling appropriately piggish, why not go for it !!

[localphoneanomaly]

Is this anything

[runtwithwolves]

could you draw Eric/butters? either is fine! theyre both so cute in your style! -🐻

how about BOTH!!

[viveela]

I think they are all very cute and silly

[emilyartstudio-s]

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