#drew speaks

[himbodiaz]

all the people who screamed at 911 for queerbaiting can suck my massive dick im SOOOOOOO serious

#drew speaks

[babesareblue]

finally caved and made a collector oc... Meet Verdant Shooting Star! A child collector who likes traveling more than anything!

Seeing so many people have such cool designs and ideas really inspired me a lot. @wake-up-and-face-the-sun​‘s post about how they design theirs really helped!! If you want to check it out it’s here!

#Verdant Shooting Star #toh oc #toh #the owl house #collector ocs #my art #gale speaks #enigma speaks #drew speaks

[nom-de-plume-system]

me when i wanna talk to someone but also afraid to but also wants to make plans with them but also afraid to

man

#drew speaks

[littleivyart]

I’ve been absolutely obsessed with Monster High lately. I got some of the gen 3 dolls the other day and I NEED to draw some fan art.

#draculaura is my fav so far #shes just so cute and I love her body shape #monster high #not art #drew speaks

[galestral]

guess who's mentally ill again this year

#spotify wrapped #mother mother #yeah thats about as good as its gonna get lol #gale speaks #drew speaks #enigma speaks #op speaks #my post

[brain--rott]

do you ever laugh with your friends and think oh this is the point. this is the point of everything

#ethan speaks #i cherish my friends #Drew #Gray #friendship #love

[parker-and-company]

Drew: *very drunk on their wedding night* *trying to set their marriage certificate on fire*

Charlie: DREW WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!

Drew: *slurred voice* heheheheh. Good luck tryna return me without a reCEIPT >:D

Charlie: *slightly smiling* Oh my goodness.

#drew speaks #charlie speaks #shroomies

[verocitea]

So I got the funniest hate comment today

#bad news guys #I must go take a sabbatical to go study game design #all because I drew sonic and Kirby standing next to each other #i speak occasionally #obvious bait but wow some people just really have nothing better to do huh? #there’s one other comment but I’ll leave it at this lol

[rafeslittleangel]

Soft dom boyfriend Rafe who would have you on his lap, short skirt flared out and face towards him, while gambling with his friends at a party. At some point, he would carefully and slowly unzip his pants, pushing your soaked panties to one corner and shoving his cock in you as you bite his shoulder, trying to silence your moan. Your skirt covers the place where your bodies join, but his friends know exactly what's happening in front of them and chuckle, used to this freaky behaviour from you and Rafe. You would squirm, trying to move but he would still you on his cock, hands on your covered ass.

"Stay still for me sweetheart, daddy's tryna play ain't he?"

He'd whisper while dealing the cards. Fat tears roll down your cheeks, tortured pussy clenching around his long cock like a vice as he refused to let you move. He would smirk as he wins the round, looking at your tear streaked face and red glossy lips.

"My little good luck charm, aren't ya angel?"

His friends would look at you hungrily as you give up on trying to conceal your moans and whimpers, knot in your stomach threatening to unravel, even though you'd hardly moved, cockwarming your boyfriend like the obedient slut you are. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Rafe kisses your throat, massaging your covered tits.

"Come on princess, cum for me won't you? Give daddy's friends a show huh?"

You can't hold on any longer as you cum all over his cock, Rafe lifting the back of your skirt as his friends catch a glance of your slippery wet core. Rafe winks, excusing himself as he carries you, still inside your sensitive cunt as he takes you to a more secluded place.

#rafe cameron smut #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe cameron #rafe smut #sub reader #outer banks #obx #Rose <3 speaks #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader

[seek--rest]

stan culture is a disease that I will never understand. I cannot reconcile the cognitive dissonance of reading that your favorite star actively avoids going out because of the stalker, creepy photos and videos that people are taking and somehow accept this as okay because “that’s the price of being famous” no. no it isn’t. a celebrity acknowledging that their fandom is fucking deranged and has entire accounts dedicated to stalking your every move does not magically give everyone a pass to keep doing it. it’s not PR. it’s not fun. the normalization of the actual stalking of celebrities and bending over backwards to defend what you all do is absolutely fucking bizarre.

#seek speaks #stan culture #Drew Barrymore’s stalker 🤝 Zendaya being followed everywhere by tomdayas 🤝 Taylor fans hiding outside her apartment #you all are the fucking same and it is the same fucking culture #absolutely deranged behavior the cognitive dissonance should earn an Olympic medal for the stretches I’ve seen

[himbodiaz]

oh i just KNOW tim was sick of oliver BEGGING him to let buck kiss a man for YEARS

#drew speaks

[babesareblue]

Hi guys! A quick update on the Collector OC video project! I am making progress on the video, though I am also currently busy with Midterms... Thank you all for being so patient with me! Here is one part of the video so far as a little teaser for what’s to come! :-) Enjoy! Osmos belongs to @axolotlrain!

#collector oc vine/tiktok project #collector ocs #Other's ocs #Osmos #Verdant Shooting Star #video #my art #my stuff #gale speaks #drew speaks #enigma speaks

[fleuraimer]

hi girlies :)). i've got another breeding blurby to share, thank ms. bubbles @harrysonlylover.

wc: 1.6k

cw: talk of menstrual and ovulation cycle, smut, minors dni, 17+, breeding kink, and more. not proofread.

Some people might say that the extent of his knowledge and control over Y/N’s life is not healthy. They might even suggest that his possessive behavior is a red flag, too. The constant messaging, always knowing her location, who she’s with, when she’s with them, why, how…

They didn’t tend to think of it that way. Love comes in all forms and theirs is… different.

Y/N likes being controlled. She wants him to know everything about her. She fucking craves the comfort of being taken care of for the price of absolutely nothing.

Well, maybe a few things.

Her obedience, for one, was expected (required). Her honesty, and loyalty. Her submission, too (although, sometimes, he liked to submit to her).

They’d found a simple way of living on some inherit, basic principles.

One, Y/N loved to be taken care of.

Two, he loved to take care of her.

So that was that. He was controlling, and she reveled in the power imbalance, and they didn’t care if others didn’t understand it, or like it, or even respect it. It was theirs, and it was enough.

It was fucking perfect.

One of the many ways he kept a tight leash on Y/N’s life was by tracking her menstrual cycle. He liked being ahead of the game—warm bath with waterlily scented suds ready for when she arrived home after her courses, her favorite sweet treats scattered across the kitchen island, Gilmore Girls queued up on his laptop, candles lit and heating pad at attention. Keeping track of her period meant knowing other things, intuitively, too. Like knowing that her cramps were worst on the first few days ( they were horrendous the last days too, though), that she’s more cuddly and soft than irritable or grumpy, that if she was too— no, severely stressed, overworking herself mentally, emotionally, and physically, she’d more likely than not work herself into a dreadful tizzy and end up intensifying (or even sometimes missing) her cycle.

Like now.

The poor thing, she was curled up in a frail little ball by end of the night every day this past week, deadlines looming over her head like a dark, rainy cloud as midterms approach. And, stubborn angel girl she is, she doesn’t bleat and moan about it to him. She doesn’t weep into his chest about how difficult this time is the way he encourages her to. She holds her chin high until the sun falls from the sky, her perseverance going with it, the stars and moon left to keep her and her misery company. And him, of course.

So, before the height of her period—when the red devil actually rears her ugly little head instead of inspiring trepidation of the inevitable with sore tits, an achy spine, and mental anguish—he thinks he’ll treat her a bit. And perhaps himself, as well (what? periods meant ovulating, and ovulating meant a lot of things).

———

Y/N’s head is quiet for the first time in days, and it’s all because of him.

As if anyone else could do what he does for her.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers in the place he’s nuzzled into her neck, littered with love bites and bruises. His cock is stuffed in her drippy pussy, stretching her deliciously over his thick, lengthy girth; his strong, beefy arms trapping her body to his like a vice.

Cowgirl usually makes Y/N’s thighs sore, but he’d taken the liberty of doing all the work tonight. He was in no mood for teasing, nor mocking or degrading. She wasn’t his whore tonight, just his girl. His soft, gorgeous, sensitive girl that deserved a sweet fucking after all the tears she’d choked down this week.

She needed a good cry.

“My little pillow princess, Yeah?” He mumbles, peaking up at her sluggish form. She’s slumped into him, head lain on his shoulder uselessly, hands gripping the tight Henley he’d neglected to rid himself of in the rush of their lustrous dance. She manages a nod, however, lazy and slow, but, somehow, still urgent. Frantic. In the glow of her eye, he can see, she adores that idea. “Yeah,” He nods, gripping the soft curve of her jaw to move her head with him, “My girl.”

She whimpers, but doesn’t speak. Too exhausted, too sedated. His cum is addicting, and if it were a drug, she’d inject it right into her veins (up her cunt).

Her arms wind around his neck, fingers spreading through the curly, sweaty tendrils of hair at the nape. Her nails tickle him, in the best way, only adding to the allure of her being. Of her mere presence.

Her hips swivel, rocking against his to create a mind-numbing sensation that has them both mewling. His cock stretches her out and fills her up completely, felt in the deepness of her tummy. Her lashes flutter when she feels him twitch inside of her, a sign that he’s close (she’d realize that she’s much closer if she had the brain capacity to think of anything other than him).

The thought—of his cum filling her to the point of spilling around their joined parts, a filthy mess between their legs—makes her dizzy. Eager. She’d been good, so good, this week, hadn’t she?

Fed herself, cleaned herself, went to class on time, even though school made her unpleasantly weak in the knees. She studied every day for at least three hours at the library, before trudging home with bleary eyes and a foggy head, only to do more studying.

She deserved a treat, right? A reward for staying in line, for not being bratty or whiny when he was busy and all she wanted was for her brain to shut off.

Now, with the opportunity before her (to go totally brain-dead, that is), she refuses to not seize the moment.

“Come,” she says suddenly, catching him mildly off guard.

Oh? She wanted to order him around?

“Please.”

Oh. Guess not.

“Please, please, come, Sir, I want it, so fucking bad,” she whines, mouthing at the chain sitting delicately across his neck. It’s nearly out of place; something so frail and pretty looks almost comical gracing his large, stocky figure. Perhaps that’s how those judgy people saw them, out of place.

She didn’t care though, she thought it looked nice on him. He made it look nice. Made it better, just like he makes everything better.

“Wan’ me t’a stuff you up, Babydoll?” he grunts, thankful that she’d somehow picked up on his primitive, feral need. Or maybe she just wanted it just as bad. “Fill you with my come and make you m’messy girl?”

“Yes, please,” she cries faintly, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, hiding her face in his neck as the tears finally start to flow.

How precious.

“Okay,” he sighs, his hands trailing from her hips to the plush, full of her ass. “I’ll fill y’up, Sugar.” He lifts her up, letting his cock slip from her fluttering hole to the tip— less than the tip. He smears himself onto her clit, making her jolt, and spanks her in reprimand. “Stay still for Daddy,” he scolds softly. “Lemme do my job.”

She cries pitifully when her thrusts back inside, hard. And he doesn’t lighten up. Not in the slightest. He pounds his cock into her small pussy, chasing his orgasm, trying to claim hers, bullying his way through her tight snatch to find them.

“Play with your pouty clit, Doll,” he offers. “Wan’ y’to come with me; cream my fat cock, Baby.”

Y/N does not need to be told twice.

One hand drops from the back of his head to toy with her swollen button, and it takes three weak twirls of her delicate fingers to get her there. He’s not far behind, nuzzling into her neck once more, mirroring her own position on top of him, groaning out profanities as his orgasm washes over him, from his head to the tips of his toes. He continues to drill his cock into her until his legs give out, trembling beneath her own.

They pant heavily, in unison, into each others necks as they start to come down.

He feels good, accomplished. He can feel that satisfaction rolling off of his girl in waves—felt it throughout their soft session—and it was more than enough to keep him happy. His orgasm was just a much appreciated bonus.

And Y/N… she feels great. Cunt clenching over his half-hard cock, full of him, literally, in every way she could be. Thoughts silenced and replaced with rose hued daydreams, floaty, fuzzy sensations that tingle through her entire body and make her slightly sluggish, slow. She feels fucking amazing.

“Hope it takes…” she admits softly, absently. The phrase slips off of her tongue without thought (we’ve established that their are none left in that subby head of hers), and her tone suggests she’s not expecting a reaction.

He gives her one, anyway.

“Say that again,” he demands, grip on her ass tightening, his voice grumbly, deep, shooting a shiver up her spine.

“Huh?”

“Tell Daddy what the fuck you just said, Babydoll.”

Her eyes round out even more, if possible, lips parted, gazing owlishly. Stupidly.

“Said, ‘I hope it takes,’ Daddy,” She whimpers quietly, squeezing around his, once again, stiff prick.

“Shit,” he hisses, eyes fluttering.

It’s like she wanted to stay locked on his cock all night.

…Oh well.

So be it.

“It’ll take, Sugar,” he says after a few moments of tense silence, shifting her up gently, manhandling her with a softness that makes her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. He presses a chaste kiss to her mouth, sweet. Contradictory.

“Daddy’ll make it take.”

#evelyn speaks #i hope this cheers u up bubbles :((( #sending love kithes and hugs <33 #harry styles x reader #jon bernthal x reader #sebastian stan x reader #dylan o'brien x reader #drew starkey x reader #rudy pankow x reader #chris evans x reader #ross lynch x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #jermey allen white x reader #carlos sainz x reader #cillian murphy x reader #tom hardy x reader #hayden christensen x reader #andrew garfield x reader #smut #smutty fic #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

[littleivyart]

I’ve been thinking about switching this blog and my personal blog around. 🤔

#Drew speaks

[parker-and-company]

Drew: *texting* gn i love u <3

Charlie: *texting back while very tired* gn 3>

Charlie: wait

Charlie: hold on a minute

Drew: omg

Drew: babe

Charlie: 3>

Drew: <3

Charlie: how do i turn it around

Drew: char you can't

Charlie: never mind i got it Ɛ>

Drew: what the fuck

Charlie: language

Charlie: also

Charlie: gn

Charlie: i love u too Ɛ>

#drew speaks #charlie speaks #shroomies

[timedyne]

a set of Company approved valentines day cards featuring poorly drawn creatures since its coming up quickly. feel free to do with them what you wish <3

#blurry speaks #blurry art #lethal company #sorry if i didn't include your fave i just drew the guys i knew were the most popular </3 #feel free to leave suggestions for more of these if you really want one! i'd love to draw more lethal company stuff in general