#ahhh hahaha

[valeriianz]

@gabessquishytum horny anons forcing my hand to write vulva Dream again. human au. inspired by this ask.

Hob’s sure Dream is trying to kill him.

He’s making the sweetest little noises just next to him in the passenger seat, while Hob has a death grip on the steering wheel. Little huffs of breath and whimpering and quiet moans that make Hob’s dick twitch in his pants, his ears attuned to each sound as they fall past Dream’s lips and fill the otherwise silent car.

“Hob…” Dream purrs and Hob finally chances a look sideways and almost throws his foot on the brake pedal. 

Dream is grinding against his seat, his long pale legs spread wide and his hips rolling forward and back. The skirt he’s wearing is bunching up higher and higher, exposing the delicious breadth of his strong thighs, the muscles visibly tightening as Dream continues to rut against the black leather of the car seat.

Hob swallows, hard, and rips his eyes away to focus again on the road. They are on their way to a staff party, Dream opting to wear a mid-thigh pleated black skirt with a layer of lace peeking underneath (something that already gave Hob pause on their way out the door, physically stopping in his tracks at the sight of his boyfriend dressed in something seemingly as simple as a skirt with a skin tight sleeveless shirt under a fitted leather jacket). Hob himself hadn’t put much thought into his own outfit, a buttoned up flannel with nice jeans… but it seemed Dream had made a plan to ruin him tonight.

And maybe that hadn’t originally been his intention, but Hob knew the spark of mischief in Dream’s eyes as Hob had shamelessly taken in his fill, standing in his living room and fighting down the urge to throw Dream onto his couch and rip off that skirt with his teeth. He recognized the huff of annoyance as Hob, instead of acting out exactly what he wanted to do to Dream, turned to open the front door, swallowing his desires and insisting they were late and had to go.

So Hob supposes he deserves this. 

But it’s driving him crazy.

Dream makes another desperate noise and Hob can only sit and listen, taking peeks over at his gorgeous boyfriend taking himself apart in Hob’s car. His hands slide up his flat stomach to his chest and around his neck, stretching his head back and absolutely putting himself on display for Hob as his back arches like a bow, a salacious groan tumbling from Dream’s lips as he takes a particularly long, hard thrust against the seat.

“Christ, Dream…” Hob finally finds his voice. His throat is dry and he swallows again. There is traffic around them, it’s later in the evening, but Hob is sure that if anyone in the cars surrounding them were to look, they’d see Dream’s face, lost in ecstasy, brows furrowed in frustration as he desperately ground his hips down, seeking friction that only barely alleviated the tension in his body.

Hob’s cock is aching in his pants now, damn near distracting him enough to drift slightly out of his lane, which he corrects with a hasty tug on the wheel and a curse.

“Careful,” Dream pants, low and entirely too sexy for his own good. “Don’t let me distract you. I know important it is that we– nng– not be late.”

“You little shit,” Hob feels himself start to shake, wondering when the next red light was coming up so he could do– something about this shameless flirt in his passenger seat.

A breathy gasp tickles Hob’s ears and he chances another look and nearly inhales his own tongue.

Dream has a hand under his skirt, moving slowly and in time with each delicious roll of his hips. Hob knows he’s fingering himself by the musky smell that has begun to permeate the air and it’s enough to make Hob dizzy.

Hob’s blood races through his body, heading south and he has to blink several times to focus on the road, his knuckles turning white against the wheel. For his efforts Dream continues fucking himself on his fingers, moaning and panting and fuck– Hob can almost hear how wet Dream is, the slick, soaked sound of his fingers moving in and out.

“Oh, Hob…” Dream cries out and it’s so soft, so pitiful. Hob clenches his jaw. Dream sounds wrecked and then he starts to beg–

“Hob, please– ah!”

Hob throws on the breaks way before he should at a yellow light, making the car behind them lay on their horn but Hob doesn’t even hear them. Doesn’t hear anything over the sound of Dream squirming in his seat, gasping for breath and– Hob coughs in surprise as Dream grabs his hand off the wheel and shoves it under his skirt. Hob grabs on instinct and nearly comes in his jeans at how absolutely soaked Dream is through his panties.

Dream’s hands, one wet with slick, tighten onto Hob’s arm as he throws his head back and keens loudly, bucking his hips up and grinding animalistically against Hob’s open palm.

“Fucking hell, Dream–” Hob’s eyes are glued to Dream, watching with rapt attention as he chases his pleasure on Hob’s hand, making desperate noises and fingers digging into Hob’s forearm enough to hurt.

Hob swipes his thumb up and digs it into Dream’s clit and Dream wails. He looks about ready to climb up Hob’s arm and into his lap when the car behind them impatiently honks their horn again.

With herculean effort, Hob pulls his hand away and the sob that Dream emits nearly breaks him. Nearly makes Hob abandon all health and safety codes and just yank Dream into the backseat right now and fuck him senseless.

But instead he manages to get the car back into motion, lurching forward and fumbling with the turn signal before finally pulling off to the side of the road, turning on the hazards, and unfastening his seatbelt. 

Without warning, Hob turns in his seat and leans over the gearstick to shove three fingers past Dream’s hole, curling them immediately and pressing them punishingly against his g-spot.

Dream screams. His hands find purchase on Hob’s shoulders and he hangs on as Hob brutally fucks him.

“God you drive me crazy,” Hob growls in Dream’s ear, biting it. He can hear Dream’s breathing begin to stutter, little cut-off gasps that always indicate he’s close.

And he’s so fucking wet that Hob can barely keep up a steady rhythm, his fingers sliding with far too much ease. 

“So wet–” Hob groans as Dream’s nails dig into his back, his hips bucking up faster and faster. “-- fuck. I’m going to smell you in this car for days. Dream–”

“Hob–!” 

Dream moans, low and long as his orgasm overtakes him, Hob can feel the rumble against his own chest, as well as the burst of slick that pools in his hand. He pushes it back into Dream’s cunt over and over again until Dream is shaking from the overstimulation. 

Hob finally turns his head and latches his mouth over Dream’s, kissing him wildly, getting his other hand around his jaw to hold him fast.

Dream whimpers in his mouth, Hob hasn’t removed his fingers yet and his tongue mimics the motion of them buried inside him, devouring him and pressing him roughly against the headrest.

When Hob finally breaks off, Dream is gasping for breath, boneless beneath him and his red lipstick smudged up to his nose.

He gasps softly as Hob finally slips his fingers free and, unable to help himself, sucks them into his mouth.

Dream watches with heavy interest, his eyes dark, sweat collecting on his brow.

“Still want to go to that party?” He asks, a small, satisfied smirk tugging up the corner of his lips.

Hob wants to say no. Wants to turn around right now and finish what Dream started. But instead he grins, smug and a little vengeful.

“Yes,” he brings his wet fingers up to Dream’s mouth and smears his lipstick even more, causing Dream’s jaw to drop. “And we’re not even going to fix you up.”

[adr1025]

I LOVE DAWNTRAIL I LOOOVE IT

[phynoma]

NOOOO

...

YEEEEEEEEES

Desperately need these shorts

[timethehobo]

Last Emmy scribble before I fly off. Hopefully won’t be my last, I need to meet him in-game. 💪

[pjs-everyday]

Sylvia Sheerwood, if you want 💖

🥰❤️❤️

[randomingoftherandomness]

Can I request a fic where Yichen is angry/sulky at Zhuyan and Zhuyan try so hard to coax him? Cue the others teasing Zhuyan relentlessly. Cute stuff.

Xiao Jiu looks at the scene in front of him, then looks over at the two jiejie quietly sniggering into their hands, and then to Ying Lei on the other side of him whose shoulders are shaking with the effort of not laughing out loud. He shakes his head, then looks back down at the courtyard where their great demon is currently tailing their family's commander around, gesturing and pleading.

"Do I... Want to know?" He asks, waving his hands at the show of Zhao Yuanzhou chasing after Xiao Zhuo gege with what looks like an ever-changing bouquet of flowers in his arms that shifts from orchids to daisies, and then for some reason, the brightest blooms that couldn't have been natural for the season.

"Zhao Yuanzhou is coaxing his little wife." Wen Xiao jiejie says around a little giggle.

Ying Lei huffs. "Are you sure he's coaxing his little wife and not outright begging his husband to not make him sleep on the floor tonight?"

In the courtyard, the demon has sweetly started to pinch at Xiao Zhuo's sleeve, tugging as he conjures a flurry of birds to sing around them.

Only to be met with a sharp scowl.

"Ah, it's actually working." Wen Xiao gasps.

Working? Xiao Jiu frowns and squints down at where Xiao Zhuo gege has begun hitting Zhao Yuanzhou with the flowers, kicking up a storm fall of petals that rain down around the couple.

The demon does not even move away from the hits and remains smiling as he lets the demon hunter destroy his gift. Feeling a shudder down his spine, Xiao Jiu shakes his head when in the next moment he sees the demon climb into the commander's arms.

He thinks he'll never understand adult relationships.

[ricopop]

mini oscillo ref aahh what EVERRR dies @superbellsubways @cephalonheadquarters

[sircantus]

No thoughts just dial up!Ranboo in THE SCENE telling Tubbo about how he feels like there is something rotting underneath his feet and how he feels like hes going to end up rotting with it

[chaosduckies]

I wonder who these two are? Maybe the characters for my new sizeshifter fic? 👀

No name reveal yet! (Gotta keep yall anxious hehehe-) but just know that the sizeshifter has depression, and it just so happens that the human is actually going to help take care of the big guy :D

Not my best drawings, but idc, you get the idea, right?

[valeriianz]

🖋🖋🖋‼️‼️

lol three more pens! you get some quick lines for the next chapter of Bolt in the Blue:

“Did you hear tonight is sold out?” Morpheus hums with a tone of something like pride. “I did.” Hob grins.  “It's for you, you know.” “How can you be so sure?” Hob's voice drops, quiet and sincere. “People love you.”

Send me a 🖋️ and I will add one sentence to my wip and reply with it

[mitnn]

Wha, SOMEONE HOLD ME PLEASE!! I really, REALLY wanted to create a new oc, but it would basically be a normal bat and probably Saiky and she could be best friends AHHHHHH, HELP ME POOKIES PLIS!!!!!

[broodygaming]

omfg the Daggerheart character design thing is really scratchin ALL the 'tism itches haha. I feel like I'm chompin at the bit, this looks so fun. I love watching them mess around with accents and debate and stick to choices. I just wanna squeeze 'em all.

[yujeong]

For the micro story ask, how about number 7 (silent fury) for Pete? With your choice of other character/s <3

Ohhh, that's a good one, my friend, thank you so much ❤️ ----------------------- "Hey, P'Pete." "Hm?" "You used to do boxing, right?" "Ah... yes, why?" "What was your nickname?" "My... what?" "The name you'd been given as a fighter. Like how P'Porsche was called The Phoenix." "Well-" "Silent Fury." "Bro, you're not funny." "What? It suits him, doesn't it?" "It sounds stupid and you know it." "It does sound a little stupid, Vegas." "I only meant to emphasize your strengths, Pete." "You did a bad job." "Shut up, Macau." "Phi never answered the question. What was it?" "I... didn't have one." "You didn't? But why?" "No point for a fighter who's bad at his job." "Pete-" "No, I refuse to accept it. We're giving you one right now... Don't laugh, Phi, I'm being serious!" "Fine, Macau. Do whatever you want. But it can't be Silent Fury." "It suits you-" "Hia won't participate in the brainstorming. Only me and P'Pete." "Okay, that's it. No dinner for you." "Will I not get dinner either, Vegas?" "It depends, Pete. Are you going to behave?" "Ugh, never mind, I'm out of here. You started being gross again." "Food will be ready in an hour!" "You better have finished until then!" "No promises."

[somaticmilk]

Vexy’s racist guys

😨

[kyurochurro]

HATE THE A.M. HATE THE P.M. 💥🕷️ 🎸

[meringuejellyfish]

i included the first screenshot because i do love the atmosphere of it ... plain and simple beautiful background work. but the second one ... literally read my mind .... impressionistic brushstrokes ! so fun!