#Silverfox Sunday
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Reader moved to whatever state for college, met her boyfriend moved into an apartment together got pregnant. The boyfriend kicks her out (maybe she finds her boyfriend and best friend making out in the living room when she comes home) anyways. She calls her dad because she doesn’t know what to do but dad’s best friend is a professor at the college and he shows up and takes her in and it just goes from there…
“I can find other arrangements.” Your voice stirs him, it makes him look up from the computer he’s working on and there’s a moment where he’s completely blindsided by you.
Its nothing extravagant, not fine lace or silk wrapped boning that contours a naked body. There’s no sexual charge in your eyes or the promise of money that drives you here.
Its not like the women he’s hooked up with in the past, women he’s paid to see dance and strip, women he’s paid to have sex with.
He’s not that man anymore, he’s not the druggie lawyer who almost died of an overdose. He’s not the kind of man who seeks drugs while studying up for a case.
He’s what some would call a silver fox, a man who’s greying and getting older. The kind of man who younger women seem interested in seeking out so they can cross it off some kind of sexual bucket list.
He’s an older man doing his friend a favour by providing his daughter a safe place to crash after your boyfriend kicked you and your unborn baby out.
And you are not wearing anything immaculate or inherently sexual and yet Mike Weiss is hypnotized.
“Its okay,” he stands from his couch and approaches you, his eyes sweeping over your frame to the bump that’s visible, “you can stay here as long as you want.”
“Pregnant and homeless, what a joke.” You scoff and degrade yourself, only hesitating when he rests his hand upon your cheek and directs your attention back to him.
“Your ex-boyfriend is an asshole.” Mike spoke softly, his eyes searching yours. “And when you’re ready for it, take him to court and press him for child support.”
“He accused me of sleeping around. Its my word against his.” You turned your head and fiddled with the shirt he’s borrowed you. “My boyfriend and my best friend.”
“There’s a guest bedroom you can have.” Mike clears his throat, he drops his hand back down to his side and tries to clear his head. “You can stay here as long as you want, I’ll help you out.”
“Thanks.” Your voice is soft; small.
“I’m gonna order in.” He calls after you, trying not to settle too deep into the pleasant feeling of having someone to take care of, someone who could depend on him.
Mike feels like its already too late, like you’ve already hooked yourself onto him.
And he damn well likes it.
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You gave me one of your silverfox hair on a sunday and the Witch you used to know forgives you.
You had a chance to start over.
But you chose already.
Yourself you always chose yourself what are you going to do next?
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Could we have more silver fox nick fowler
“I hope you had fun last night princess,” his voice cuts through your sleep and you swear you can hear him smirking, “staying out until all hours of the night.”
You don’t get a rebuttal. You don’t get a chance to tell him to go fuck himself or fuck off back to Jersey because Nick had ripped the curtains open and let the bright torturous beams of sunlight his your face and deliver painful warmth to your face. You shriek and attempt to hide your head under a pillow, your voice grating to your own ears as a hangover rocks your entire body painfully.
“None of that, sweetheart.” His voice is dripping with contempt and sarcasm. “If you wanna go out and drink all night then you get to suffer the consequences.”
“You’re not my father.” You grit your teeth, preparing yourself for a rebuttal that doesn’t come.
It can’t be given life, not when Nick cages you in his arms and his warmth breath caresses the back of your neck. Not when you can feel the scrape of his beard against your flesh and the solid mass of his chest against your thinly clothed back.
“I’m not your father, but you want me to be your daddy.” He growls huskily in your ear and his hand palms your ass, a moan falling from your tongue as your kind goes blank.
You can’t say anything, you remember the dream you had of Nick and you know he’s right. You distinctly remember crying his name as he fucked you on the couch, daddy falling from your lips with every sharp thrust and stinging smack to your bare ass.
You remember it all. You remember every moment of your seductive dream like it had actually happened to you. And as irrevocably intense as Nick had fucked you in your dream, he had instilled even more aftercare that was almost more erotic than him fucking you.
Hands all over your body, lotion and oils rubbed into your bare flesh while Nick whispered sweet nothings in your ear. He had cooed and crooned while easing you down from the intense heat that had once coursed through you.
“Now get up or I’ll play the part and spank your ass.” His warmth is gone in the next moment, the space where he was is now empty and you find yourself shivering from the loss of heat.
“Ass.” You finally manage to speak, aggressively calling after him. “And every hole that goes with it.”
“Careful princess,” Nick calls after you again, “that kind of attitude will get you pulled over my knee.”
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too much is never enough: Epilogue 12
Epilogue: Crossing Lines
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; physical violence and abuse, mental abuse, parent on child abuse, manipulation/grooming behaviour; as a continuation to the main storyline all former warnings apply but I will do my best to keep them relevant with each chapter as well; pregnancy, hormones, mentions of trauma.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features mainly silverfox!(simp)Loki and a little bit of angry dark!dilf!Thor. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: you live a life of luxury with your new husband but it’s hardly enough to buy you happiness.
Note: Hope you are all having a lovely Sunday. <3
Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya.
You were less than excited for the baby shower. In fact, you dreaded it more than Frigga’s inevitable presence. You could put up with her for an hour or two if it meant you had some time to yourself after, but it was easier when Odin accompanied her, even if all he did was smirk at the blank pages of his book.
That day, you pulled at your lip as you read over a list as Frigga shuffled through her little black book, whatever that was. Odin was snoring on the couch and you envied him as you held in a yawn.
“Is there anything missing? I must submit the registry shortly,” Frigga said without looking up, “and I suspect Theresa will be less than timely in her own response.”
“Theresa?” you lifted your eyes from the list of mostly unnecessary baby accessories.
“Well, yes, it would be rather tedious and confusing to have two events. What with you and her being only a month or so apart, it makes sense--”
“You want me to share with her?” you scoffed.
“Now don’t act like a child,” she rebuked, “it is one day.”
“That you insisted on,” you rubbed the side of your nose in frustration, “maybe you should just focus on her and I’ll pass on the whole thing.”
“Now, dear, I promised Loki I would make an effort, you are… family now and I wouldn’t want to exclude you,” she sniffed.
“So why isn’t she here sitting through all this?” you gestured to the catalogues of decor and venues; it was like your wedding all over again and somehow worse.
“Well, I did invite her,” she took out her slender-framed glasses and set them on her nose, “but she hasn’t been feeling very well. You should know how pregnancy can wear on a woman. Though I didn’t have much trouble with my boys, I hardly noticed my condition at all.”
“Of course you didn’t,” you uttered, “I think I only really need the crib, the changing table, and the car seat, aside from bottles and all that. The rest of this mess… it’s just clutter.” You slid the paper over to her and groaned as you braced the chair and stood. “And I don’t care about whatever colours you go with for the decorations, maybe Theresa has some ideas.”
“Hmm, yes, well,” she lifted the registry and looked it over, “we will curate this down to a more practical summation then. Go on, dear, I’m certain you must be sore from sitting so long.”
You nodded and kept from snarling at her. Her feigned concern was almost worse than her outright spite. You gave a sour smile and passed Odin as he slumped further on the couch and snorted.
You hated the way you resented Theresa, like the sister you never had. You were the black horse and she got everything she wanted, even after sabotaging her own life. And yours, for that matter. You were being punished for the trap you’d fallen into, meanwhile she was skipping through it all without a single regret.
You paused at the bottom of the stairs and looked up. Those were growing more and more perilous by the day. Just that morning, you took a break halfway and sat to catch your breath. You gripped the rail and slowly advanced upwards, intent on drowning your sorrows in a gaming session. If you could remember where you put your Switch.
As you continued down the hall, you found your bedroom door slightly ajar and heard the noise of hangers on the rod. You assumed Loki was searching for a jacket or something, though he was dressed and ready for the day well before you even rolled out of bed. Maybe he spilled some coffee. The ongoing tension between him and Reynard made him more self-sufficient if not a little more helpless.
You kicked the door open gently with your toe and skidded in your socks as you found the last person you wanted to see snooping through your wardrobe. Theresa had several dresses over her arm from your maternity selection and was all too eagerly searching through the rest. You scowled and rested your hand on the top of your stomach.
“Can I help you?” you asked.
She looked over with a sheepish smile and giggled. That didn’t work on you.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you… or my grandmother, I just… I needed something to wear and most of my stuff is too small now,” she swayed as she clung to her armful.
“And I don’t know, you didn’t think to ask me first?” you snipped, “did you really think I’d be okay with that?”
“Well, my uncle said I should make myself at home and that I was welcome to whatever I need--”
“Those are my clothes, Theresa,” you growled, “and this is my room and my house. You have the guest house, apart from us. And it is his generosity, not mine.”
You stormed over to her and snatched away the clothing, a few pieces falling to the floor.
“Don’t be so selfish,” she turned her nose up, “I think you forget everything that I did for you. Before me, you were sleeping in the train station.”
“Yeah, and you should’ve left me there,” you hissed, “get out of my closet and my room and don’t touch my things again.”
“My uncle’s things. He pays for all this,” she rebuffed.
“My husband,” you raised your voice as you tossed aside the clothing, “and my home, by legal right, which means whatever is his is mine, not yours. Now get the fuck out!”
“God, you always were an uptight bitch!” she whined, “you don’t even need all this.”
“You’re telling me about what I don’t need?” you were almost shouting, “Theresa, you better back the fuck up before I--”
“Woah, woah,” Loki’s figure flitted in and his soles scuffed the hardwood, “what is all this about?”
“I’m handling it,” you raised your palm to him, “I was just telling this thief to get out of my stuff.”
“Thief?” Loki neared cautiously, “what’s going on?”
“I was borrowing some clothes,” Theresa pouted, “that’s all--”
“Stealing,” you interjected.
“None of my clothes fit right and… and I wanted to go out,” she sniffled, “please, Uncle Loki, she’d being mean.”
“Did you ask?” Loki intoned.
“What?”
“Did you ask to borrow some clothes?”
“Well, no, but she was busy, I was trying not to bug her--”
“So you entered our bedroom without permission and decided to help yourself to her clothing? That sounds a lot like stealing to me,” he stood close to you and even with only a few inches disparity, towered over Theresa, “now, apologise and go back to the guest house.”
She exhaled and stomped her foot like a child, “I’m sorry. I just wanted something nice to wear. You have to know how hard it is to feel pretty when you’re fat.”
“Now, Theresa,” Loki curtailed her self-pity, “let us be clear, I have allowed you my hospitality as a favour to your mother, the only sane person in this family. I have done so out of concern for the child you are carrying and out of no obligation to you. You have continually disrespected me and more so, my wife. I advise you take a step back and think on your attitude and consider this closely before you become your own father. Even you can see that is not a goal to aspire to, yes?”
Her lip quivered and she nodded, “I’m sorry, really. I…”
You narrowed your eyes at her and backed away. Loki turned and allowed enough space for her to leave. She cautiously moved between you in the tense silence and you looked around as your mind wandered to your previous intent.
“Wait,” you said as she got to the door, “did you take my Switch?”
“What?”
“My video game, did you take it?” you swallowed.
You could tell by the way her cheeks flushed that she was guilty. You bared your teeth and huffed.
“Go get it. Now,” you said as your voice shook, “it was a gift and I want it back. You have no right--” your vision blurred and you flicked away your tears, “no right to take that. At all. That is mine, not his.” You pointed at Loki, “How dare you.”
You choked on your frustration. At Theresa, at your emotions, at the whole situation. You wiped your cheeks and fell heavy onto the bed as you hid your face.
“Give it back and just leave me alone,” you wept, “you’ve done enough.”
“Go,” Loki bid quietly, “now.”
You listened to her footsteps recede and mopped up your tears with the sleeves of your sweater. You were embarrassed as the bed dipped beside you beneath Loki’s weight and he rubbed your back.
“Darling,” he coaxed, “are you well?”
“She just thinks she can take anything she wants,” you raised your head and sucked up your sobs, “and I’m done with it. I’m done with it all.”
“I’m sorry, darling, I know my family is a bit much but you do handle it so well,” he said, “but if you would prefer, I will send my parents away and we can call this all off.”
“Why, so I can be the bad guy? Again? Your brother tried to rape me in that basement and your mom still can’t see how she was wrong and now your niece is acting like I’m the one who left her knocked up and alone,” you rasped, “what can I do but just get through it?”
“I don’t care if they want to play the victim, I will seek alternative arrangements,” he said, “I can find a flat in the city for Theresa and my parents can cut their trip short--”
“No, no, I just, I feel like I’ve ruined enough,” you hung your head back and unballed your fists, “I just need to be alone.”
He nodded and you felt his gaze as he reluctantly drew his arm from around you. He stood and smoothed his shirt as your eyes followed the movement. You bit your lip but let the whim pass. Later.
“Go, finish your work,” you said, “give me a little bit. I’ll calm down.”
“As you wish, wife,” he said as he slid a hand casually in his pocket, “but do let me know if I can ease your stress…” he winked and bent to kiss your forehead.
“Not now,” you warned.
“But…” he ventured.
“Loki,” you grumbled.
“It isn’t a no,” he smirked, “I will be certain Reynard returns your gaming… equipment and you are left undisturbed…” he glanced away coyly, “for a time.”
“Mhmm,” you picked up his poorly veiled insinuation, “get to work, old man.”
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Reynard brought back your Switch shortly after Loki dragged his feet from the room and back to his office. You sat back and booted up, the puffiness of tears lingering along your eyelids. Soon enough, you forgot about Frigga’s nagging and Theresa’s trespass.
You slammed your thumb onto the button as Mario jumped over pipes and crushed goombas. You’d never played a Mario game before and it was one of many games Peter gifted with the system. You weren’t very good but it was all good fun.
You were so enthralled in your mission to beat the level, you hardly noticed the door open, vaguely aware of Loki’s shadow just beyond the small screen.
“I hope you’re not having too much fun without me,” he said as his fingers tapped your thigh, just along the hem of your cotton nightgown.
“Just killing some cartoon baddies,” you said without looking up, his hand trailing further, “just… gimme a moment, I almost got it--”
Suddenly the console was out of your hand and Loki dropped it over on his side of the bed. He grabbed your leg and pulled you onto your back as he climbed up on the mattress. You gasped and caught his wrists as he settled between your legs.
“Goddamnit! I was finally at the end---”
“It’s a game, darling,” he purred as he edged up your nightgown, “and I’ve something more fun in mind.”
“You couldn’t wait--”
“You tell me to wait again, darling, and I will have you up all night,” he snarled as he ran his fingertips over your stomach as the cotton fell to your chest, “and what are these?” He hooked his thumbs in the sides of your panties, “I thought you’d be waiting on me?”
“Forgive me for being distracted,” you said dryly as you lifted your pelvis and let him guide the panties down your legs.
He let your ankles rest against his shoulder as he flung away the cotton and kneaded your thighs. His eyes roved over you and he bit his lip emphatically. He drew his hands back and the buckle of his belt bounced against your leg as he undid it. He wiggled as he unzipped his fly and pushed down his pants.
“Impatient?” you asked as you grazed his knee teasingly.
“I can go slow,” he hummed as he slid his fingers up your folds and pressed against your clit, “like this.”
He rubbed you lightly, slowly, just enough to get you riled as your back arched. You moaned and grabbed his hand, pressing it more firmly between your legs.
“I thought we weren’t playing games,” you said.
“I’m very serious,” he smirked as his fingers delved deeper, “and I think you have been just as impatient, love.”
“Fuck, you’re such a pest,” you sighed.
He chuckled and poked a finger into you, pulling it in and out tauntingly as she watched you squirmed. You pressed your hands to the duvet and he pushed another finger into your cunt. Your walls clenched around him and you rocked your pelvis hungrily.
“Oh, pet, you are a delight,” he pulled his fingers out of you and framed your cunt as he leaned over you, guiding his tip against you, “I feel as if you’ve forgotten me.”
He inched into you and your lips parted in mute delight. You grasped his arm as he planted his hand beside you and his other crawled up to your clit, drawing circles around it.
“You’re the one so swept up in your work,” you breathed as he bottomed up, “oh, god.”
“I have been neglectful, yes?” he said as he thrust, his motion measured as he teased your bud.
“Mmmhhmm,” you groaned as you curled your fingers into his bicep, “but I’ve come to expect it.”
“Oh?” he raised a brow, “is that so?”
He sped up just a little and you latched onto his tie, pulling the knot loose as you hooked your legs around him. He bent over you, his hot breath rippling down your neck as he rested his forehead against yours. He grunted as his pace picked up.
You panted and pushed your head back into the pillow as you plucked at the buttons of his shirt. You fumbled and tore it open, sinking your nails into his chest as he growled and nibbled at your lip.
“Oh, I missed this,” he slithered as he drew back and peered down at you.
“You still talk too much,” you said as your hands explored his torso, his shirt hanging open.
“You inspire me, what can I say?” he hooked his arms under you and drew you up into his lap, falling onto his back an sprawling beneath you, “as I promised, pet, I come to ease your burdens.”
You spread your fingers across his pecs and rocked atop him, taking the lead as his green eyes sparkled up at you. You leaned against him as you found your motion. He snaked his hand down to toy with your clit, his thumb rolling over it again and again, in time with your pelvis. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned as you chased your thrumming climax.
Your head lolled as you cried out in ecstasy. He groped your thigh as he encouraged you with shallow breaths, tilting his hips from below as you rode him. You panted and your eyelashes fluttered as he moaned your name.
You gasped and tried to stop as a hazy figure stood in the open door. It was closed, you recalled the click when Loki entered, but now it was wide open and Theresa watched mortified from the threshold as Loki grabbed your hips and moved your body to his desires.
“Lo-ki,” you croaked as you slapped his shoulder, “Loki stop--”
He tilted his head back and peeked from beneath his lashes at the door. He hardly seemed ashamed as he groaned and his throat bobbed. He kept his hold firm on your hips.
“Well, whatever you need, it’ll have to wait,” he rasped at his niece as she stood dumbly in the doorway.
“I-I--” she sputtered, a familiar pair of shoes in her hand. Your shoes.
“Go!” you waved her away frantically.
“Miss,” Reynard appeared and quickly reached for the door handle, drawing it shut with a snap, “you may leave those with me,” his voice carried through the wood, “and I will see that they are returned.”
Loki bucked his hips and drew you back to your former activity and you pinched his forearm, “you have no shame,” you muttered.
“Ah, but she will knock from now on,” he snickered as he guided you once more, “she always does prefer to learn the hard way.”
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Can we please talk about what Henry would be like as a husband and father 🥺
Hey love, yes we can, we can speak about what an amazing partner he will be and what a great father he will be and in fact, I wrote several fics about it :)
Domestic marriage life stuff:
The Baker of Blavikan - Henry x OFC (Fluffy romance)
Waking up in the morning to find Henry gone from bed and some obscure situation happening in the kitchen
Bedhead - Henry Cavill x Reader (fluff)
in which you play with Henry’s curls
Silverfox - Henry x Reader (Pure fluff)
Henry is turning grey and you find it quite irresistible
Snow Figures - Henry x Reader (fluff)
Headcanon Henry likes to build snow dicks to make you laugh.
Like Sugar Henry Cavill x Reader (Fluff to Smut)
Henry has to wake up at 4:30 am during workdays, but you are having none of it this morning.
Helping a drunk Henry to bed
Tasting coffee off of Henry’s lips
Breakfast with Henry
Henry being a clingy husband
Henry being a protective husband
Lazy Sunday with Henry
From the process of baby-making:
Let’s make one of our own - Henry x OFC (Smut, fluff)
Henry and his wife waited a while for the right time to have a baby and now when he finally finished filming Witcher2 it’s time to breed.
Keeping quiet while trying for a baby Reader x Henry (Smut and fluff)
Henry decides to put a baby in you after seeing you play with his nephews
Hunger - Henry Cavill x Reader (Smut)
Henry surprises you in the middle of the night, in more than one way.
Pregnancy:
Two Months - Henry x Reader (Fluff + Smut, pregnancy sex)
You are finally pregnant and Henry is going out of his way nesting and making sure everything is ready for the baby, while you’re feeling a little bit insecure about your body.
Flutters - Henry x Ofc (Fluffy McFluff)
Henry is a protective bear and as he hears his wife calling in panic he leaves everything behind and rushes to see she’s alright.
Fatherhood
Henry’s child makes him apologise to Joey (Fluff fluff fluff)
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The Middle (TV Series) - S2/Ep13, 'Super Sunday' (2011)
Brian Doyle-Murray as Mr. Ehlert
Ahh... Brian Doyle-Murray. Still my favorite Murray but I see you Joel.
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#The Middle#tv series#Super Sunday#actor#Brian Doyle-Murray#CILF#silverfox#handsome daddy#chubby daddy#stocky daddy
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Up and running around. Already mad about everything. Can you be a silver 🦊 if it's just your beard? . . . #sunday #outandabout #silverfox #mad #umad #madattheworld #fthis #baldisbeautiful #bald #smirk https://www.instagram.com/p/BslNuGxHC2X/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=nx97tmm6xoli
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Sexy smile Sunday #ww84 #pedropascal #themandalorian #theredviper #narcos #obyrenmartell #javierpeña #pascalispunk #cassillerodeldiablo #triplefrontier #franciscocatfishmorales #thebubble #javigutierrez #dustydaddy #theunbearableweightofmassivetalent #thelastofus #joelmiller #dieterbravo #welovepedropascal #zaddy #Silverfox #weareproudofyoupedropascal #weloveyoupedropascal #strangewayoflife https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp9R_zDsatf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Sunday 😘 . #AriasMeme #AriasPawPaw #Atlanta #Dallas #LosAngeles #CoachesWife #fitnessinspiration #silverhairdontcare #SilverFox #SilverBombShell #SilverBarbie #GreyHair #GreyBombShell #BlackBarbie #GreyHairDontCare #BlackGirlsRock #WNBA #NBA #BasketballWife #RealHousewife #SGRho #makelifeaphotoshoot #BoknowsBest #UnfliteredRainWater #catchingupwithbo #BoTalleyWilliamsSaidit (at Minding My Own Biz) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1UV2D2n2yY/?igshid=ttgyffe5cpez
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Reposting @yuna_the_fox: ... "Have a nice sunday morning. Yuna seems to be already thinking about monday... QUEEN OF SASS! . . . Also a 2015 favorite of mine (her coloring has changed so much) . . . #foxesofinstagram #foxesofig #gofoxes #queen #queens #fox #foxes #whitefox #babyfox #petfox #petfoxes #silverfox #silverfoxes #redfox #redfoxes #arcticfox #furry #arcticfoxs #arcticfoxhaircolor #onceuponatime #snowwhite #snowqueen #furries #petsofinstagram #catsofinstagram #redridinghood #dogsofinstagram"
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Happy Friday the 13th! 🦊 I hope you all had a great week and are excited for the weekend! The weather here is gross and muggy today 😮💨 but I’m still happy it’s Friday. 💕 To say thanks for the Vulpine Collection launch, if you order 5+ full skeins of fox colorways through Sunday night, we’ll throw in a free floral foxes tote bag! 🌸 your future fiber projects will be kept safe in this den. (Any current open orders that meet this criteria will be getting a bag as well!) 🌿 #floralfox #foxyarn #happyknitting #happyfriday #fridaymood #itstheweekend #fiberarts #foxes #redfox #fennecfox #silverfox #arcticfox #inspiredbynatute #foxesinspiredbyfoxes #thelittlefoxesknits #thelittlefoxes #handdyedyarns #merinowool #wool2dye4 #vulpinecollection #yummyyarn #thatsdarling #psimadethis #knitknitknit #tonalyarn — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/lL3SoFO
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“When you drink tea you need to have your pinkie up, everyone knows that.” Reader’s daughter/son dressed as a princess/prince scolding their guests about proper tea drinking paractices
Who’s getting scolded? And who’s helping scold?
Open to silverfoxes and every other trope
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It’s Friday finally, let’s the weekend begin! This Sunday I fly to Vegas then traveling to Utah to hike Angels Landing which is deemed America’s scariest hike! What do you have going on this weekend? #durbmorrison #silverfox #friday (at Columbus, Ohio) https://www.instagram.com/p/COA1IktHPQt/?igshid=1olm8oxutmgkl
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