house of merek probably has an embarrassing pic of theo when he first shifted
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house of merek probably has an embarrassing pic of theo when he first shifted
Drawing Theo’s feathers was so tedious omg
MAAM Crew 🌙
I’ve had these guys sitting in drafts for forever now and since I’m not on here as often anymore I keep forgetting to actually post them IM SORRY YALL IM TRYINGGG, but ayeeee new crew pulling up ‼️‼️
I think Lincoln and Naos are my favorites so far audio wise, but Corvus’ design is everything to me hehe
Omfg- just found out that the son of a duke/duchess is called a lord
LORD THEO MEREK OF THE HOUSE OF MEREK
If Theo turns out to be some kind of bird shifter The fandom pretty much agrees that Lincoln is some edgy alt guy And the demon's name is Corvus Can we call the polycule a murder?
Returning to my roots once again
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CANNOT GET OVER THEM GRAHHHHHHJJ
a little nsfw ♡
"please. kiss my neck again."
that voice... it's definitely lincoln's. that soft but husky voice travels straight to dreamer's loins, and they can't help but pitch their hips up, looking in vain for any kind of release.
...but wait.
if that's lincoln's voice... why are corvus' eyes the ones that meet theirs? corvus' beautifully unique eyes that make people shift uncomfortably under his gaze. but who could do that when being met with such beauty? his eyes are focused on their body; an ethereal calm, eyes pale and opalescent, blues, lilacs and yellows ebbing and flowing beneath the surface like oil on water. dreamer feels their skin warm pleasantly as his eyes roam their body; eager, hungry. his eyes speak of unuttered plans, of all the things he wants to do to the needy dreamer under him.
dreamer needs him closer... whoever he is.... who is he?
the chuckle that leaves his lips... it's theo's. indisputably.
"are you trying to figure out who i'm supposed to be?" lincoln's voice teases them, the light amusement in his voice is driving them crazy in the best way. "dreams are very honest, you know... so i think you need to be honest with yourself too."
dreamer's eyes try to look past the whisps of shadows that cling to the body of the man in front of them... aside from those opal eyes... they can't see much. but they feel comfortable with the aura that whispers back to them.
"maybe this will help."
the man leans closer to dreamer's face... his lips hovering just above theirs. their breaths make contact before their mouths do.
"open yourself to me, allow me to feel what you feel--"
the fuck?! is that-??
the two mouths slide against each other. warm, hot, steady, firm..... and desperate. tongues meet in a frenzy, trying to memorize every aspect of each mouth. dreamer feels tears spring to their eyes. it just feels so good. and the man's hands, that were once politely on their waist, are roaming and feeling and touching and squeezing. at this point, dreamer's heart is going to break out of their chest to get in on the action.
dreamer nibbles his bottom lip, and a low moan tumbles out of him.
oh, fuck.... where did that noise come from? heaven, obviously.
...or maybe hell, because it was downright sinful.
they need more. they need more of everything.
dreamer feels their kisses getting more fervent, they're basically curving into him. they want every inch of their skin to be touched by him. he laughs into their mouth, and fireworks go off in the distance. it's literally picture perfect.
....except those fireworks sound like the high pitched annoying beeping of their alarm.
they blink and then they're looking at the ceiling of their room, with an aching throb between their legs and their breathing uneven.
a loud irritated groan forces its way out of them as they flop back into bed.
so it was a dream... a frown crosses their face... a dream. did they--? no, they would know if they designed the dream though. right? so... what does that mean then? their subconscious just made a sex dream between them and all the men who they've been collecting like Pokémon for the past month... as friends, mind you.
just as friends.
...right?!
"dreams are very honest"...
oh fuck.