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Shameful pose reuse.
actually. here's a test to see if tumblr can recognize spicy when it's in a non-colored sketch. here's some of my spicier sketches recently.
have you ever drawn any rosedave.. i love those two so much
theyre my fav derseship...tho when i draw them together its usually the alpha versions. cuz i mean, well. they have intercourse
something came over me last night and i forwent sleep to write alphacest porn. dirk thinks he’s a yandere but is really a tsundere. dave has attachment issues. piss.
Some Dirk selfies for my alphacest brainworm fic with too much talking and not enough actual strider action
YOU GOTTA READ THIS YOU JUST GOTTA
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Dave shoves you against the kitchen wall, plants one on you for the first time, and startles back as if burned. You grasp his arms, then spin and pin him against the wall with a shove. The air leaves him with a gasp before you seal your mouths together as you shove a hand down his pants. You swallow his attempts to breathe as you jerk him off quickly. He struggles for forty-three seconds—nose pressed firmly against your face—then goes limp. When you break the kiss, he chokes on his inhale and shakes as he ruins his boxers.
read my stridercest drabbles on ao3:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Read on AO3
this incredible porn was written for me and it is SO FUCKING GOOD you guys
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
this is so horny and I have NO excuse. Warnings for uh. Daddy kink? Gunplay? Vampires? I don't even know but if you thought I was off the Dirk/Slick/Droog bullshit you simply must think again.
i guess it is perhaps worth mentioning how this whole thing started, which was:
Ever since Dirk realized the implications of Davesprite's sudden nesting behavior, and did the math on proportionate egg dimensions, he can't stop thinking about it. He sits on his bed with his biggest dildo in his hands, feeling the heft of it, measuring the girth with both hands—it takes both hands to wrap around the shaft, of course; this is an aspirational sex toy, purchased in a moment of possibly unrealistic optimism regarding his own body’s capacity for silicone dick—and imagines pushing it up inside his sprite bro, slow and steady, and— He's getting way ahead of himself, here. He knows that.
@nuclearwinternsfw signs point to ‘literally just ask me to talk about it’ lmao. at least, that serves as an effective impetus to get me working on it again (i have resumed poking at every wip ive been asked about so far), and in theory working on it should eventually result in it being finished…. right?
anyway now im thinking again about how to incorporate eggs. still funny to me that the origin of that jam was ‘easters coming, we should write some ovi’ and 7k+ words later there are still no eggs or discussion thereof in the fic
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What if... The egg stuff is after a time skip. Like messing around activated the egg routine 🤔
i still really like the idea of them doing something with ceramic eggs, like. i mean. Dirk is a Problem Solver by disposition, right, in addition to his general obsessiveness, so theres no way hes going to let it go after DS let slip that he hates feeling like he should be laying eggs. no, hes going to do his fucking research, and hes going to find the same thing i found abt the u.s. fish & wildlife service using fake eggs to control overpopulation in wild waterfowl, and then hell have to undergo the mortifying ordeal of bringing it up with DS, and well, its a perfectly logical fucking suggestion, isnt it? entirely reasonable to get a clutch of decoy eggs on the off chance that having them around will satisfy that unwanted instinctive desire. any kinky ideas anyone might have about doing anything with them are obviously completely irrelevant and not worth mentioning…..
@nuclearwinternsfw signs point to ‘literally just ask me to talk about it’ lmao. at least, that serves as an effective impetus to get me working on it again (i have resumed poking at every wip ive been asked about so far), and in theory working on it should eventually result in it being finished…. right?
anyway now im thinking again about how to incorporate eggs. still funny to me that the origin of that jam was ‘easters coming, we should write some ovi’ and 7k+ words later there are still no eggs or discussion thereof in the fic
that dirkdavesprite is so fucking good holy shit dude. oh my god.
thank you so much! i jammed most of that fic on discord in 2018 and have been trying to finish it ever since; that excerpt i posted is the very end of what i have written, and it still doesnt feel like i know how to find a stopping point.
heres another excerpt from earlier in the fic:
dirkdavesprite? 👀
ah, dirkdavesprite. the nesting season fic. the preoccupied with proportional egg dimensions fic. the avian masturbation research fic. the fisting on the first date fic. the i accidentally got dirk stuck in subspace for four years fic. that fic.
excerpt under the cut ft. enthusiastic cloacalingus sliding inexorably in a d/s direction
(also nw) and love languages!
this one is not so much a wip as it is a scrap of pesterlog in search of a fic.
TG: holy shit dude are you okay TG: you look fucking haunted what happened TT: Nothing particularly harrowing. TG: idk bro you seem pretty harrowed from here TT: I was over at Rose’s place. We had tea. TG: ohhhhhh TG: yeah tea with rose always comes with a side of unsolicited unlicensed therapy TG: she absolutely eviscerated your psyche didnt she TG: got her titular tentacles all up in your personal trauma and neuroses TG: its ok dude invasive psychoanalysis is her love language
(dirks love language is crafting ridiculously elaborate personal gifts laden with symbolism, and also martyring himself)
(this is nw heh heh) Tell me about the gangbang!!!! Pls
to be honest i feel a BIT like a purveyor of fraudulent gangbangs now because this is the second wip ive been asked about featuring a gangbang in which the gang doing the banging is actually just a bunch of the same dude. in this fic it is dave, because i know what im about and what im about is time travel enabled self indulgent porn.
excerpts under the cut, dave&dave&davexdirk ft. double penetration