#anyways !!!!!!!!!

[rorynni]

i think they just need to hug after all that

[cable-salamdr]

This with an actually possessed character

what if you wore a shirt that featured a picture of you trying to claw your way out of the shirt with a horrid desperate expression and the text "THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME I'M TRAPPED IN THE SHIRT"

[formulanni]

Yuki in the Lions’ Den

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[sgtbradfords]

Tim Bradford and Angela Lopez in the 7x14 promo

[rumalas]

Lazy brush test with the great Technoblade as the subject.

Also SHAMELESS self promo, Commissions are open, also support me on Ko-fi, info is in pinned post!!

[sticcmann]

theyre gonna surfstab someone

[plasmara]

Did someone say model kai x photographer jay

this concept hijacked my brain — I blacked out and woke up with this sketch on my screen

[accidentcache]

✘ POLY DABIHAWKS

poly gc's: dabihawks edition

drunk

domestic

postwar rehab visits

sick [ smau ]

don't steal my bit! [ smau ]

cuddling [ headcanons ]

postwar: morning cig

ice skating date

ikea furniture

random headcanons

vigilante reader

"shut up" ::

✘ POLY SHIGADABI

poly gc's: shigadabi edition

drunk n dressed up [ smau ]

thigh riding ::

[willowtreemoth]

Oh yay, another Kirby thing.

I swear, something about Elfilis changes every time I draw them.

Also this would probably look a lot better if I put a tad more effort into it, but unfortunately if I work on this any longer I might just go insane.

[candiiee]

y'all remember this banger

i cant stop watching this fucking video im gonna pop a lung trying to hold in the laughter

[cloaked-cloverr]

I hope we kiss goodnight!!

[key-rk]

Doodle dump from over the last week or so

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Darkwing brainrot is HEAVY rn

[coffeeghoulie]

aeon sends swiss a photo of their hand (with the finger tape on) wrapped around their dick and swiss nearly passes out send tweet

had too many thoughts about this and made it a 2k fic. I’m not sorry.

contains blowjobs, a facial, aeon being a Menace, Swiss being Down Bad, and Mountain ever "suffering" for his horny packmates.

tagging @belle--ofthebrawl for a completed wip wednesday fic.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

He’s expecting a text from Rain, something about uniform fittings and practices and the sort, so when Swiss’s phone buzzes in his back pocket, he wipes the dirt from his fingers on the apron he’s loaned from Mountain and picks it up without question.

It’s not Rain.

Instead, Swiss feels his throat catch just at the tiny thumbnail of the attached image.

Insect: got something for you for when you’re done with mount <3

Swiss swallows hard, heat blooming at the base of his spine from just the suggestion. Eyes locked onto the high contrast of black against skin. He’s rooted to the spot just like the young tomato plants he’s been helping Mountain repot.

“I- Mount, something came up,” Swiss says, not taking his eyes away from his phone screen. He hasn’t even opened the message yet, just staring at the notification on his lockscreen. “’M sorry to bail-”

The earth ghoul chuckles. Swiss jolts, turns to face him. There’s a knowing smirk written across his face, tail swishing good-naturedly behind him. “I can handle the rest of them,” he laughs. “Go on, then.”

“Thanks,” he says, all of the blood in his body rushing southward as he starts to leave, yelping as Mountain’s tail playfully smacks his ass as he goes. Grumbling lightheartedly, Swiss turns and rushes out of the greenhouse and back towards the Abbey.

Along the way, he realizes he should probably at least open Aeon’s message and not just leave them on delivered. Figure out what exactly he’s rushing into. Because while the thumbnail of the image gave him a pretty fucking good idea, he knows it pales to the full glory of the whole image.

He tucks himself into an alcove in the hall leading to the ghoul wing, turns the brightness on his phone down enough he’s not going to give himself away. Unlocks his phone and opens their message.

“Fuck,” he groans, bringing his hand up to his mouth to muffle the sound. His cock throbs hard against his zipper, pressure growing and fast, and he sinks his fangs into the meat of his palm.

Aeon’s got their hand curled around their cock, hard and ruddy against the pale lavender skin of their fingers. The black tape they wear during Rituals is wrapped around the first knuckle of their ring and pointer finger, the contrast sharp and severe. The tape catches the light from the flash of their phone the exact same way that the pearl of precum bubbling from their tip does. He notices his own bedspread under the creamy skin of their thighs, mouth watering at the thought of sinking his teeth into the delicate skin there.

Swiss swallows hard. He locks his phone after pressing the little star at the bottom of the screen. “Fucking- Lucifer, buggy,” he mumbles to himself, running a hand over his locs and pushing them from his face. “Trying to give me a fucking heart attack, I swear to Satan-”

He tries desperately to compose himself; while this may be a church of sin, there’s still something that feels a little crass about walking around with a boner visible from space. Smooths his hands down the front of his shirt, shuts his eyes and takes a breath. Though, above all else, Swiss does not want to keep his buggy waiting.

He doesn’t run the rest of the way to the ghoul wing but it is a very close thing. Dew greets him groggily from where he’s sprawled out on top of Aether, the pair napping on the common room couch, but Swiss can barely hear him over the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. He says hello, doesn’t even look over as he rushes down the hallway. Of course the door he wants is at the very end of the hall, and he growls a little under his breath at the slightest frustration.

The door is unlocked. The scent and sight of what’s waiting for him inside his own room both hit him at once like running straight into a brick wall.

Aeon’s laid out on his bed, wearing nothing but that black tape and the little silver earrings they always have in. One hand wrapped around their cock, painfully hard by the looks of it, the other tucked under their head. The rich scent of ozone and sweet blackberry hits him too, projecting smug arousal with pure force. The others must be able to smell it-

Aeon is his. They sent that picture to him. Swiss growls at the thought of the others seeing this.

Aeon turns languidly to take him in. “You sure got here fast,” they tease, giving themself a lazy stroke that they both know gives them no real pleasure. Too loose, all for show. “Thought you were helping Mounty in the greenhouse today?”

Swiss opens his mouth to throw their teasing tone right back at them, but finds himself unable to do much more than stammer. “He- He was just finishin’ up, bug.”

They raise an eyebrow in a near perfect arch, a laugh that sounds like a scoff ringing through Swiss’s skull. “Okay then, whatever you say, big guy,” they laugh. “I see you liked your gift.”

Swiss takes two steps towards the bed, their scent just getting stronger with every inch closer he gets to Aeon. “Liked it?” he says, swallowing hard as his mouth waters. Aeon squeezes around the base of their cock, another drip of precum spilling over the flare of their tip. Their eyes flutter for just a moment, teeth digging into their bottom lip and Swiss feels his cock kick, still trapped behind two layers of ever tightening fabric. “Buggy, baby, I don’t know if you know just how crazy you make me.”

“I know,” Aeon says, mismatched eyes bright even dilated dark with lust like this. Swiss wonders how long they’d been going before they decided to take a picture. ‘Believe me, I know. Could smell you the moment you walked into the den.”

Swiss groans, knees buckling. He makes it the rest of the way to the edge of the bed. His fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and caress the miles of smooth, lavender splotched skin on display. But he waits, meeting Aeon’s eyes.

“I’m yours, bug,” he says, flashing a boyish smile that Aeon eagerly returns. “Anything you want of me. Name it and it’s yours.”

Aeon runs the hand not loosely holding their dick through their hair, pushing their white forelock back. A little furrow forms in their brow, lips pursed in a pantomime of deep thought. Swiss and Aeon both know better though. Aeon wants, and Aeon hasn’t been shy about what they want for a very long time.

“I want your mouth on me,” they say, letting skinny thighs fall open, and they laugh as Swiss swallows, saliva flooding his mouth.

Swiss just smiles after he manages to compose himself some. “As my darling mate requests,” he says, finally allowing himself to reach forward and touch. The skin of Aeon’s thighs is soft and pale, and the flesh dimples as Swiss tightens his grip and pulls.

Aeon yelps, breaking into startled laughter as Swiss manhandles them how he’d like. Their ass just barely rests on the edge of the bed, and Swiss holds their legs open as he sinks fluidly to his knees. He doesn’t break eye contact the entire time.

Swiss sets one thigh and then the other over his shoulders, leans in to rub his cheek against their inner thigh. Aeon’s breath hitches, cock twitching as his stubble catches. “Smell so good, buggy,” he purrs, turning to nip at that spot until a dark bruise starts to bloom. Were he feeling a little more possessive, that bruise would have been a ring of toothmarks, a perfect print. But he’s content with this, scentdrunk after only a few moments.

Aeon, however, is not content. They huff, sitting up a little. Spindly fingers run through his braids. The edges of the tape, still a little tacky, catch a little on his hair. His attention flies back up to their face. “’M sure I taste better,” they say, guiding him to where they need him.

Swiss is happy to oblige. “Feed it to me, baby,” he says, letting his mouth fall open.

Aeon groans like they’ve been punched in the gut. Swiss’s cock throbs hard in time with his hammering pulse. He ignores it as Aeon wraps a hand around their shaft, so close that Swiss can almost taste them already.

They meet eyes as Aeon rests their tip on the flat of Swiss’s tongue. Pushes in until his nose presses against the sparse patch of hair between their thighs. He gags a little as the tip nestles into his throat, but he swallows around it just to draw another sweet noise from his mate’s lips.

“Fuck yes,” they groan, head lolling back as their fingers tighten in his hair. He swallows again, watching Aeon’s expression morph from mild impatience to sheer pleasure. “Love your fucking mouth.”

Swiss smiles the best he can with a mouthful of cock. He’s had a lot of practice doing so. His hands come up, worming their way under Aeon’s ass until he can get two good handfuls of fat and flesh.

He wants Aeon deeper. Needs them closer, needs them inside him so far that they tangle into one ghoul. He pushes their hips closer even though his lips are already sealed around the root of their cock, their balls pressed taut and tight against his chin. Precum drips straight down his throat as their dick twitches, and Swiss moans at the sensation, vibrating along sensitive skin.

Aeon’s fingers flex and tense in his hair, blunted claws scratching lightly at his scalp. Their hips buck, fucking their cock just the tiniest bit deeper down his throat until they physically can’t go any farther. “Lucifer, Swiss, baby,” they groan, a babbling mess. “Needed you so bad,” they admit. “Was gonna just get off but I wanted you.”

Swiss wants to respond with words, with “You have me” or “I’m here” or just “I love you,” but he’s admittedly too selfish to pull off of their cock to actually say them. He breathes deep through his nose, just getting drunker on their scent, and swallows again, keeping his eyes on theirs. Tears run down his cheeks as he fights what little gag reflex he has left.

It doesn’t take much longer, Aeon already so worked up from teasing themself for Lucifer knows how long. Their fingers tighten in Swiss’s hair almost to the point of real pain. He lets them pull him off of their dick, coughing a couple times. His chin is sopping wet with drool, their cock just as shiny with spit and pre.

“Baby?” he rasps, looking for anything in their expression. Worry seeps into his scent.

Aeon sits up, one hand still tight in Swiss’s braids, holding him in place. Their other flies to their spit-slick dick, jerking it furiously. “You- fuck- you mark me all the time, makin’ me yours and shit,” they huff, narrow chest heaving as they pant. “My turn.”

Aeon growls, and a bolt of pure heat shoots straight to Swiss’s neglected dick. It twitches hard, and he’s suddenly worried he’s about to cum just from having his throat fucked. But he can’t look away from their hand flying on their cock, eyes crossing as he tries to follow a single piece of tape. It’s a blur of motion against ruddy skin.

“Gonna fucking paint you,” Aeon groans. Swiss can see the way their balls draw up against their body. Without being told, he opens his mouth, lolls out his tongue. Doesn’t even look at their perfect cock or their perfect hands. Locks his eyes to theirs.

“Give it to me,” he whispers, soft and gentle like he hadn’t just been deepthroating them. “Cum f’r me, buggy.”

Aeon’s mouth falls open in a silent cry, eyes squeezing shut. Their body tenses, and relaxes, and tenses again. Swiss doesn’t flinch as the first rope of cum hits him, splatters thick and fire ghoul-hot between his eyes and over the bridge of his nose. The next one hits his cheek, the third catching in his eyebrow and starting to drip down.

Aeon’s hand never stops working their cock, and they find their voice with a low, panting moan. Their chest heaves as they aim their dick lower yet, and the next pulse stripes right over Swiss’s lips and tongue.

He moans as they paint him with their taste, rich and salty and bitter and perfect. He relaxes even as it pulls at the deathgrip Aeon has on his hair. He doesn’t swallow, not yet, holds himself there with the evidence of Aeon’s pleasure painted all over his face. Just stares up at his mate and watches them work through their long overdue orgasm.

When Aeon finally comes down, they ease their grip on Swiss’s hair. “Fuck, baby,” they laugh, still a little breathless. “Look so good covered in me.”

Swiss chuffs happily. Every sense is reduced to just Aeon, their taste, touch, scent, the sight and sound of them burnt into his brain. “Feelin’ good, baby?” he asks, fingers smoothing down the backs of their thighs. His voice sounds completely shot to his own ears. At least he doesn’t have to sing anytime soon. “This what you wanted when you sent me that picture?”

Aeon throws their head back and laughs, and Swiss wouldn’t trade this for anything. “This was better than anything I could have wanted.”

“You know I aim to please,” he says, some of his normal confidence seeping back into his tone.

“You always do,” Aeon shrugs. They reach down for Swiss’s hands, helping him up off of his knees. If Swiss struggles to get up for a moment, neither of them mention it. Aeon arranges him laying next to them, eyes still locked onto the mess they’d made of him. “Now, baby. Let me return the favor.”

[ejudollz]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling back arching leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching nose snifling, eye watering eye rolling hip thrusting earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing. heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering. orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

[bee-menagerie]

New baby!

Her name is Quimby!!

This is her 5th day with us, and these little babies just warm up to you so fast, don't they? 😭💕

I was expecting this to take much longer, but I guess she's young enough that she only needs a few good experiences to gain her trust.

She's got 3 siblings from a different clutch arriving in a week or two, as well [different parents, same breeder] --so I am hoping that observing Quimby's trust will warm them up to us just as quickly, too.

We wanted to gain a proper flock, since Wilbur lost Orville and I don't want him to be a lone budgie for much longer. Now that our work on Woven is done, we finally have the time to properly dedicate to them♡ So it seemed like the right time to do it.

They'll all have Sean's office [and free roam of it during the day while he's there working], while Milly gets to enjoy me and my office as it's sole ruler[tyrannical].

[obligatory: that's her quarantine cage, which also allows easy travel to and from the vet. She's got a whole 4 foot flight cage on the way to us that she'll be sharing with one other female (the males get their own separate flight cage because I aaaaaiiiin't breeding my birds)]