#;; i hope this will suffice

[neuroticreno]

speaking of myron. The masses yearn for myron content

speaking of >:]

[rainworldbdays]

the winner of the previous poll was april 20 – 25 ! ( except i mistyped the option and it was supposed to be 21 – 25 but it's ok we'll add a bonus option for 20 )

votes will be counted five minutes before the poll ends for my own convenience . you're allowed to reblog with propaganda for any of the options , and i'll be reblogging it back here !

[cheeki-tails]

The hunter eating taco bell

i have not had taco bell in years. i cant imagine its that good anymore

[bugsinshoes]

"O sweet Juliet, thy beauty hath made me effeminate, and in my temper softened valor’s steel!"

[faceless-es]

ppppinch pinch pinch

You’re not the only one who can pinch!

[stoneeveryday]

SUNSETVULPIC

a gender related to foxes and sunsets! -vulpic comes from vulpini because foxic didnt sound as cool.

requested by anon!

[theauthor2103]

Selfie!!

SELFIE

[waozua]

moments before disaster

[asmodeus-fallen-principality]

May I give you a hug? Only if you want, of course. -🫛🪶🐡

Whatever for, dear Pea-Feather-Pufferfish? Are you alright? Do you need comforting?

[pinkalliums]

please draw siffrin striking a pose in a beautiful gown. or something. thank yoj

finally getting around to this yayayay...maybe isabeau made them this dress :)

[hootyhoowoo]

Shen Yuan & Shang Qinghua shenanigans? Or Shen Yuan x Bingge?

[ID: Scum Villain fanart of Luo Bingge looming over a scared and flustered Shen Yuan and purring, "Shizuuun- finally found you (heart)". After that are fake comments by Liu Qingge that say in all caps, "Get a job. Stay away from him." End ID]

ID by @princess-of-purple-prose

Thank you!

[orphicmusings]

“give me ten minutes and a pillow for his hips”

18+ | MDNI

its not that viktor didn’t want to devour you. take you in the almost impossible positions he’d widen his eyes at reading about when he got bored in the library, attempting to anatomically sketch it out on a napkin to visualize how it would work hastily before anyone came in and caught him flipping through an erotic novel. and he would, through the pain, it would be so worth it— if not for your gentle consideration. the one thing sexier than your dazed face looking up at him, all heated cheeks and hooded eyes, was how perceptive you were— how well you knew him, how well you saw him. you were attuned to him now, an invisible string between you. a phenomenon he could never sit down and wrap his big head around, just how connected the two of you had become that you barely needed words to communicate sometimes. like, for example, an abrupt whine sneakily covered by the clearing of his throat.

you were both excited and apprehensive when he brought up wanting to be on top tonight. you knew he would be putting pressure on his bad leg and of course you brought it up, but the way his voice dipped in velvet and wrapped around you, the lyrical lilt in his accent becoming hushed and deeper as he detailed how he wanted you under him, he wanted to take you, claim you, devour you with no inhibitions. his silver tongue won against your worried left brain, twice technically, until you heard it— the slightest change of rhythm in the strum of your little connective string.

“viktor?” you lifted your head. “what was that?”

he took a deep breath and buried his head in the crook of your neck. “nothing, darling.” he punctuated his assurance was a distracting suckle on your skin. and god, you almost gave in again, almost, but you gently tilted his head up and looked into his darkened eyes. “didn’t sound like nothing.”

damn you and your perceptive skills. he loves them so much.

another deep breath leaves him, and before he could wave it off, you press him. ��it’s your leg, isn’t it?” you ask, already knowing the answer, and he can’t lie to you.

“yes.” he breathed in surrender. “i’m sorry, my love i really wanted to-what are you doing?” he frowned, watching you roll out from under him and grab one of the pillows on his bed.

“armchair, now.” you pointed to the chair across the room, with the plush ottoman in front of it that you gifted him. he couldn’t help but let a smirk pull at the corners of his mouth.

“bossy.” yet, he obeyed and made his way over to you. you gave him the pillow, instructing him to put it under his hip as he sat down, making sure his leg was elevated on the ottoman. once you got him all situated, you didn’t even have time to ask if it felt better before he was grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you like a man starved. you melted into his touch, straddling him but careful not to apply too much pressure. “so fucking sweet.” he pants the praise huskily into your mouth. “too good to me.”

his hands traveled down your body to grip your hips, pulling you flush to him. you started grinding slowly, and he guided you, a shaky breath leaving your mouth before you even got to the main event. every noise from your mouth caused a shiver to run down his spine, striking him with irrational need— he didn’t care that the things he wanted to do to you would make him scream in pain, he felt that he would simply die if he couldn’t fuck you the way he pictured it in his head right now.

but then he looks at you, just as dazed and hungry on top of him as you were under him, and a smile creeps up on him. it doesn’t matter if he were to throw you down and ravage you like a love interest in those books, or if you were softly bouncing on his length, burying your little sighs and whimpers into the crook of his neck, he’s still pleasing you. he’s still enough for you. he exhaled a smirk.

“none of that, darling.” he lifted your jaw to meet his eyes. “wanna see you and hear you. can you do that for me?” you nodded, struggling to keep your head up in the throes of pleasure, but having no trouble letting your mouth run wild with curses and praises and whines and whimpers. and it was all music to his ears. “that’s it, sweet girl.” his voice came ragged as he reached his long fingers to press on your clit. you all but screamed, tugging gently on the curls of the nape of his neck. he whined and threw his head back.

“am i hurting you?” you asked hoarsely, your hand hovering over his hair. he shook his head adamantly, taking your hand and tangling it back in his hair himself. each thrust would earn a tug, and each tug would earn a pretty noise from him, causing another push to each of your edges.

“love you….” he whispered against the skin of your neck, pressing a kiss against it as you both reached your peaks, breathing heavily against each other. “love you so much.”

[ph-cutie]

aww

[phrysic]

teaching jack how to make a flower crown

[noodles-and-tea]

Hi!!!! Is there a chance you would draw IT drawings? I love your art btw!!!

An Eddie for your troubles :)

[longing4yesterday]

i like to call this set; feet on the floor? i hardly know her!