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Another creature spawned

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Hot for teacher 🍎

Dimitri, my listener Honey’s older brother, in his early professor days

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Corvus

You’re in my seat.

Been rabid since his EA. Need that.

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CW | blood

Darlin’ x tyrant 🐺🩸

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Darlin’ x tyrant 🐺🩸

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Gav and freelancer 😛

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🌶️ suggestive 🌶️

First dinner, then dessert ;)

(OC Monroe Rebane)

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Noah<33

A rare sight of our beloved frat prince without his hat or shades 👀 I wonder where they went (This is more naked than he’s ever been for someone who finds any excuse to take his clothes off)

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You’re giving me more credit than I deserve akdjakdk thank you for commissioning me and having so much patience <3

"I look hot!" - PumaKuma

@pycth thanks again for taking time out of your schedule to draw my commission. He's a total baddie

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slightly nsfw!

Lasko loves being on top. He loves being able to see every part of Dear, and being able to touch every part of them...But that is definitely not to say he doesn't love when Dear is on top of him.

Like right now; they cup his cheeks, tilting his head up to them. And smile. Lasko feels his cheeks heat up.

"What is it?" He only has enough voice to whisper out.

Dear chuckles lightly and shrugs, "nothing."

It certainly wasn't nothing. There's just something about the way his eyelashes gently flutter up to them, with that desperate darkness of his eyes, pupils like little whirpools that beg for more. They slide their thumb over his pillowy lip that boast a slight sheen from their earlier kisses.

"Oh, Lasko," they murmur, teasing their lips against his. They slowly inch forward. Only to stop once again, noses nuzzling against each other.

His heart skips as he feels the air of their chuckle wash against his face. Lasko's hands instinctively clamp down on Dear's thighs, his long fingers digging into their flesh in a yearning effort to bring them closer to him.

He can feel the part that aches for them most firmly upright against their thigh. He can feel the little thrusts he's making in a needy attempt for friction.

But he doesn't care enough to be embarrassed. Right now, he is burning for the sweet waters of Dear's lips.

Not only is he burning, but he's whimpering too. The little noises practically slip out of his parted lips.

Dear sweeps some of his hair behind his ear, setting off an explosion of tingles down his arms.

They kiss his both his cheeks; left then right.

They kiss his forehead.

They kiss his chin.

All the while his heart is ramming against the confines of his chest with the sole mission of getting kisses of its own.

Dear is so close... so close to kissing his mouth, when he feels their fingertips of both hands slide along his jaw, up to the nape of his neck, before winding themselves in his hair and tugging. A deliciously warm heat explodes in his stomach, spreading out to every atom of his entire being. Lasko's whole body is trembling; his hands clamber to pull Dear closer. He can't be polite anymore.

He needs this. He needs them.

They make a low, hot sound that shows they appreciate the guttural noise he unknowingly made. And in appreciation of his neck that is now exposed and vulnerable. Their lips just graze along his collarbone. They merely ghost along the slope of his neck.

Maddening lust paired with playful frustration jostles his brain just enough to murmur out ineligible words of absolute desire.

And finally, Dear gives him what he needs.It barely takes any effort from Lasko to completely give in and melt into Dear's mouth.

Most people describe kissing as this mind numbing pleasure, but his brain is on full alert right now, with more thoughts than even he can keep track of. Their tongue slides against his own, like waves of ambrosia racking through his body. He sighs into the kiss --pure relief and tension dancing with each other much like the wind dances with the waves-- and tears spring to his eyes.

Their mouth is so velvety and familiar like soaking into a warm bath at the end of a long day. They taste sweet, like a popsicle.

Lasko is desperate for more. He swirls his tongue around theirs with nothing short of eagerness. They make a sudden sound in their throat, redirecting all the blood in his body in a supple and sweet rush. The ache that follows is a decadent one.

His core sings out a song, and it's accompanying harmony is sang back by theirs.

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Dyed my hair a while back, so it’s due time for a pfp change 🙂‍↕️

Emo boy Wes was never dead, he was just platinum blonde

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Mad crow (again)

Dance funny man!!

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sam and david crazy gay sex audio for pride whennnnn ??????

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Faithful🌺

@beccixxiluv I saw your ask and inspired me to finally draw my faithful ☺️🫶 so thank you!!

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Can I request some mad crow? 🥺 or Attila

they are having an emo twink off

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BvZ EP. 5: THE SHIP

I’ve had these sitting in my folder for a GOOD while now and I’m starting to get my GBA kick back, so at last here they finally are!! I love drawing scenes in screencap form, it really brings the series to life. What do you think? 👀

Versions without text (Cause the Karmor one is just too sick on its own to not share—)

Bonus doodle—

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Me @ you rn

YALL DONT EVEN KNOW THE HALF OF THIS SHIP YETTT JUST YOU WAITTTTTT

Art trade for my beautiful awesome, mysterious , loving friend 🫶🌷‼️

+Fartilla and Bandit doodle

I love them so much you have no idea @pycth

I will absolutely defend this ship 🙁🌷🫶🫶 they too cute together, also a little yap: I love ocxcanon ships so much, I NEED IT‼️‼️ ALSO MY ART TRADES ARE OPEN‼️‼️ so yeah feel free to dm me <3 I need to draw more stuff