ALL BITE

[para/ic blog for a fellswap papyrus]

[thesublimekush]

get high

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🤔 I FEEL ATTACKED.

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IN THIS DAY AND AGE WHO EVEN USES TUMBLR ANYMORE??

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I DON’T REALLY COME AROUND VERY OFTEN ANYMORE. 

THEN AGAIN, I DO HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS ON MY HANDS THAN MAINTAINING A BLOG.

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u know i dont think cujo has eer had an m!a fjfjjf

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I THINK THE ONLY DOWN FALL TO PYRO BEING A LITERAL CAT IS THAT I FEEL EVEN WORSE WAKING HIM WHEN HE FALLS ASLEEP ON MY LAP.

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MY BOYFRIEND IS A TINY CAT.

WELL, TINIER CAT.

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I APOLOGIZE FOR NEVER BEING ONLINE. I TEND TO BE QUITE BUSY WITH MY JOB AND TAKING CARE OF PYRO.

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PYRO’S BEEN WEARIN’ ME OUT.

[mweshmallow]

Hey guys, just a heads ups for to blogs:

@maximus-art is 12 years old and keeps reblogging suggestive selfies from adult rp blogs with hateful comments. There’s no point in asking them to take it down, they either ignor you or try to intimidate you. If you’re an adult ut rp blog you should block them.

☭ I have a life I swear ☭

   | Ani | 12 Years Old | She/Her | Furry Wolf/Cat | Bi | Taken | Commie |         | Gryfffindor |...

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outrunning--karma‌

The continued feeling of slick magic running over his bones broke him down even more, panting weakly as hands tighten their grip on the other’s shirt. Cujo’s weight on top of him gives Pyro a hot feeling all over, legs moving to wrap around his waist.

Another noise left Pyro as hips rut into him, his own bucking up in response. The smaller skeleton seems to be glowing at this point, pale orange light emanating from his chest and other such places. Pyro curls into Cujo, needing as much contact with his lover as possible, head landing on the other’s shoulder.

Pyro would soon end up begging, pleading with Cujo to give him more- do anything. Perhaps a bad move on his end, honestly.

Cujo is happy to comply with his mate’s pleading.

Again he ruts down against him and Pyro can feel a stiffness rub against him, faint glowing in his jeans. This continues for a moment, Cujo growling low in his throat. Rubbing your dick against jeans can only feel so good after a while though. The much larger skeleton wont stand for it, not one bit! Sharp claws more and rip pants, his own must go as well‼

Now they’re both laying in the hallway half naked. Cujo’s not messing around, at least normally he would have taken his time, made Pyro squirm and beg for it like the pathetic little swap he was. Oooh, that’s always just so delicious for the dog man.

The larger growls low again rubbing his dick against the smaller with slow rolling of his hips, tongue dangling from his jaws and dribbling reddish hued magic as he humps his lover. Of course, this is more of just him idly humping until he can get his cock to press into the warm dampness he’s craving.

Time to breed the boyfriend.

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A quiet, strangled sound leaves Pyro as he feels Cujo’s tongue slide over bone. He’s trembling, griping onto the fabric of Cujo’s sweater. His tail stiffens, before moving to curl around the one of the other’s femurs, ears pulled back. Pyro’s magic felt uncomfortably hot as it coursed through his bones, lighting up his face in a bright orange blush.

He wouldn’t be able to distract the dog man to get him off even if he wanted to, unable to form coherent thoughts due to the tingling sensations from the other’s magic. A whimper of a plea escapes from the swap, as hands pull on Cujo’s sweater, yanking him closer. Touch him, please.

Cujo rumbles low in his throat. Everything about this is just so... tempting. He gives another lick to the smaller skeleton, who was now tugging him closer, whining pathetically. It was very cute.

Pyro will find Cujo is flush up against him, a grin on his face as he licks against bone once again. Tail idly sways as he shifts a little, instincts starting to take control. This about the point of time where he makes a rut of his hips. The smell urging him on, appealing to his more feral desires, even as a light blush fades onto his features.

Rational thought is gone. Good luck with that Pyro.

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⸢ @outrunning--karma // contin ⸥

Dog had a good sense of smell. Pyro should know that.

Cujo now understands why Pyro made him sleep on the sofa last night, here he thought his lover had been mad at him, but in reality it was... whatever was making him smell so nice. He keeps his face pressed the smaller, making low noises he takes in deep breaths. Sadly, having the poor swap pined to the ground meant escape would be impossible, not without distracting the large skeleton in some shape or form.

While Cujo know what’s going on, he doesn’t have any control of himself as tongue darts out and licks across bone. It might just be the scent invading his nose, but gosh he taste sweet too.

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Pyro nods, gaze stuck on their hands as well, blush glowing a slightly brighter orange. He scoots away from Cujo just a bit, enough space between the two of them for Pyro to do his thing. For the moment, he takes in the look on his lover’s face. He adores when he blushes…

The swap exhales softly, pressing a hand to his own chest. It stays there for a moment, as a pale orange glow began to emanate from him. Slowly pulling his hand away from himself, his soul materializes, moving along with it. The small heart gently floats in his palm, his expression soft as he eyes it.

If Cujo can read souls like some skeletons can, he’d see so much love and affection in this little (compared to him) swap, it was almost ridiculous. Pyro, with no hesitation whatsoever, holds out his soul for Cujo. Whether he wanted him to take it or just look closely, he doesn’t say, a soft smile on his face. Waiting for whatever Cujo’s comfortable with, probably.

He watches Pyro before that SOUL is thrust upon him, subconsciously making the bigger skeleton lean away. A nervous expression quickly manifests on his face. The realization hits him in the face. The idea of holding his lover’s very being is decidedly very scary to him. Just one wrong touch could make everything go terribly wrong. 

For a moment he looks back and forth between Pyro and the tiny SOUL in his hand. He’s not sure he really wants to hold it, far too scared of what could happen.

❛Uhm. I think I’m good on holding it,❜ he hopes Pyro won’t get offended, but he’s far too nervous to try and put his hands anywhere near it.

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I ADORE PYRO.

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Pyro, laying curled up into Cujo’s side, held an expression that was hard to place, but it looked like he was thinking about many things at once. Whether those things were troubling him or not, it was hard to tell. He lets out a deep sigh, eye sockets closing for a moment, before he sits up. Gaze locked onto Cujo, affection and adoration were clear on his face. A light orange had tinted his cheekbones, effectively making him look that much more lovestruck. His tail flicked, moving to draped over the other’s leg.

“*cujo…” He finally speaks up, voice soft, holding an caring tone. “*i love you.. and….”

The pause may suggest he was thinking about what to say next, but to be honest, he already knew what he was going to say. He just couldn’t really get it out..

“*..and i trust you. so much.. with my life, even.” He takes hold on Cujo’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “*weve been together for a little while now and.. i think im ready to..”

Jeez.. this feels like a proposal… The thought itself brings a deeper blush to his cheeks, as he looks off to the side for a moment. That was something to consider much later…

“*to… show you my soul…”

Cujo catches the look being given to him and he can’t help but to raise brows in a questioning way. Of course, this isn’t uncommon, but most of the time he’s done something to receive such a gaze. This time⁇ He’s done absolutely nothing to deserve it. So, he sits there questioning until, almost about to speak up before Pyro does.

He listens to his words, gaze moving to the tiny hand that takes hold of his own. This is going somewhere, it’s obvious, but he’s doesn’t know where it’s going other than something’s important.  Socket widen he finally gets to the point, cheeks heating up slightly in a dull orange.

❛O-OH. WELL... IF YOU BELIEVE YOU WOULD LIKE TO DO THAT,❜ he says after clearing his throat. Some people subconsciously manifest their SOULs during intimacy, but he never recalls if that’s ever been the case with Pyro now that he’s thinking about it. Of course, he was always too busy railing his boyfriend to really pay attention like that.

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Getting tucked in for the night