#enjoy again

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Didn’t know what to draw so here’s Sun being dramatic inside his own brain i think, so maybe this is part 2 ?? I’ll be drawing part 3 soon, pls wait for me skskskskskkslaks

The Favorite Kid: part 1 / part 2 is here.

[unfetteredautism]

Angel - Part Twenty-Two

Robby pulled his shirt back on after sending Angel what he thought was a relatively okay picture and sat back down on his bed, ready to spend his one day off for the week texting his baby before going back to the hellish torture chamber he called work.

He found it a little amusing that Angel seemed to enjoy his sucked in hairy stomach, and they flirted back and forth a little bit.

Then, Angel sent a picture.

It popped up and loaded, and it took Robby a good minute or two after seeing it to truly process what he was looking at.

"Holy shit..." he said out loud.

He tapped on the picture to make it bigger. On his screen was Angel's dick, rock hard and dripping at the tip.

Robby sat up and said again, "Holy shit."

He felt his face get hot before the blood started flowing down his body, bringing that embarrassed heat down his neck and chest, making his tummy flip as his own dick hardened.

He sent Angel a quick message.

I'm touching myself.

That didn't sound sexy. But was there actually an attractive way to phrase that?

It didn't matter. Angel said he wanted to know when Robby was jerking off to his pictures, so he told him.

And then he pulled his dick out, beating it while Angel sent a few teasing texts with all his favorite goofy emojis.

After an admittedly kind of short amount of time, Robby sent Angel another text.

I just came.

Angel typed back.

me too <3

Robby looked at the mess laid out in front of him and wished it could have been Angel's hand that did it.

The guilt didn't sink in as quickly or as intensely as it had before, so maybe that was a good sign. Or maybe not. Who knows.

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part 22 > part 23

[wiltedwillowtree]

Georgebur As Cats

I'm reposting this because I forgot the password for my other account @numburzr0 and after nearly 2 hours of trying to reset it and log back in, I simply can't be bothered. So enjoy this again

The alley Wilbur was running through was wet. It smelled like a combination of the rain that had poured the night before and the garbage cans that lined the sides of it.

His fur was soaked and sticking up in odd directions from his attempts to dry himself, but he didn’t care. He had more important things to worry about.

Once he reached the end of the alley he looked around to see if anyone was coming down the street before taking off across the street.

He looked up at the large house in front of him.

It was a two-story that was painted a pale blue color with white accents. The front yard was decorated with primroses, stocks, red chrysanthemums, and gypsophila.

He walked around to the side where the large privacy fence started. He walked until he found the hole he had dug underneath it nearly two months ago. He crawled underneath it, being careful not to get his underside too muddy.

He walked to the back porch and was getting ready to jump onto the windowsill above him when he heard a noise behind him.

He turned, ready to run or even fight if it was needed.

He relaxed when he saw that it was just Dream.

‘What are you doing?’ The golden retriever asked, despite already knowing.

Wilbur stared at him tentatively before speaking hesitantly. ‘I’m here to see George.’

‘So you’re gonna risk falling from the second story of a house?’ He asked, voice teasing.

‘If that’s what it takes to see him, then yes.’

Dream let out a laugh. ‘My god, you are so fucking sappy. And people say cats don’t feel love!’ He cooed mockingly.

Wilbur bristled. He was getting ready to retort when a soft voice reached his ears.

‘Dream? Who are you talking to?’

Both boys turned to look at the source of the voice and saw a smaller, cream-colored cat.

He was leaning against the doggy door. His fur was slightly messy, but not to the extent that Wilbur’s was.

The baby blue bow that was tied against his neck was askew.

That combined with his sleepy eyes and languid movements were enough to tell Wilbur that the other cat had probably just awoken from a nap.

‘I’m just talking to your boyfriend.’ Dream said, voice teasing.

‘What?’ George asked before moving to look around the back porch.

His eyes widened when he caught sight of Wilbur.

‘Wilbur!’ He exclaimed, running the rest of the way out of the house and jumping onto a small box that was underneath the railing Wilbur was standing on.

‘Gogy!’ He called back softly with a fond voice.

He jumped down to sit on the box next to George.

Almost immediately, the other cat was circling him excitedly. He was rubbing himself against Wilbur’s sides, purring furiously.

‘Hey, baby.’ Wilbur whispered as George tucked himself underneath his chin and began rubbing their cheeks together.

They stayed like for a while.; George rubbing against the larger cat and Wilbur accepting the affection, both of them purring loudly.

Suddenly George pulled away with a soft gasp.

‘Hold on! I have something for you.’ With that George took off, jumping off the box and running back into the house.

As Wilbur watched George run, he noticed that Dream had gone back inside as well.

He sat outside for about a minute before George returned.

When he did, he was holding something in his jaw.

George jumped back onto the box and carefully placed the object in front of the other cat. He used his nose to gently nudge it closer to Wilbur.

’What’s this, Georgie?’ ‘It’s one of the treats my owners give me. I figured you could use it more than me.’

Wilbur looked between George and the treat, feeling awestruck.

He began to eat the treat, opting to lay down as he filled his starving belly.

God, it felt like it had been so long since his last meal. He was so hungry and being able to finally eat something that wasn’t out of the garbage felt amazing.

As he ate, he felt George lay down next to him. The other cat began grooming him, licking at the sides of his neck and top of his head.

They remained like that until Wilbur finished his treat, at which point he curled up around George.

As he slipped off to sleep he could feel George still grooming him, except he had moved to his under neck and chest.

Wilbur had never, in his entire life, thought he’d be this happy and content.

[miinah13]

Legacy

[blehblarghblah]

TDP: Magic Between the Moon & Sky (11)

Guess who’s back? back again! Guess who’s---

I won’t.

Chapter Summary:  Callum's making his move and returning Rayla's varsity jacket. But of course, that entails him going to the football game. Can the artist create a moment like his creative vision? Or perhaps he'll fall flat.

Whatever happens, Claudia will still be there to tease.

Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17966219/chapters/44877067

FFN:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13222039/11/Magic-Between-the-Moon-Sky

SO just read my A/N and you’ll essentially get the gist of my update situation. Oh yeah, and from now on all MBtMS will have the #MBtMS on it. Filtering and what not. Not much to say other than,

Until next time,

-- Bleh

[marisa-writes]

four | with bells on

a second-grade-teacher-attracted-to-the-new-music-teacher au

Rolly’s favorite type of Friday was the Friday before a lengthy holiday break.

Fridays, in general, were quite marvelous. They were the gateway to the weekend, after all. Weekends, however, ended as quickly as they began and Rolly found herself back at work with a bad case of the Monday blues far before she was ready.

Fridays before lengthy holiday breaks held much more promise for those who worked in education, because they meant at least a week with no kids, no deadlines to meet, no need to check emails or get up early or dress “appropriately”. Rolly could spend her days off wearing nothing but an over-sized t-shirt and her underwear and nobody could say anything to her about it.

On the Friday afternoon before Christmas break, Rolly was busy cleaning up after her messy kids when Niall came by. As usual, it took her a minute to notice him leaning against the doorframe, but when she did, she smiled and said hello before waving him in.

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[carrotcakebanditdoodles]

old twitter doodle thing idk

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Last queue spam today (maybe) til 5