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i put a little about me thing on the side of my blog with like all my tags and faq and stuff iiiiif you’re interested

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hes pickle rick, eridan. isnt this the funniest shit youve ever seen

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Doodled another picture for anon.

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A lil EriCro comic i’ve been wanting to make for y e a a a r s!

i hope yall enjoy it! something small and sweet, and tw for suggestive text

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sketch of these guys cause i uh. think they're neat. i probably wont expand on this sketch like at all but wanted to throw something out here.

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hits you with the problematic ship beam

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Wild ride 3

ok so maybe you got carried away.

After the shower, you basically refused to set Dave down, dressing him for him despite his protest, even minimizing your own pajamas to only the boxers to maximize Dave Holding Time, and walking to the bedroom, ignoring how Dave tried to say something about fire hazards or something.

"Should you move the candles to the bedrooms at least?" he said, you could hear how tired he was when he spoke, his voice sounding soft.

"Yeah, but then I'd havta leave you" you shrugged, using the towel to ruffle his hair up, drying it as much you could before sitting down next to him on the bed. "All of a sudden, you're acting all possessive and lovey dovey" Dave said, sitting up as he looked over to you "why?"

that question stumped you. You don't know why. Maybe it's because you decided, if you lived out one fantasy, you could live out another? but instead of giving Dave your line of thought, you just shrug, which seems to be enough for him because soon enough, he's laying back down and having a pillow between his arms, curled up.

The scene is, admittedly, adorable. You can't deny that. So, you take advantage of it, no not in that way. Well, not right now at least. You lay behind him and let your left arm wrap around his waist, and your other hand threaded through his hair with a soft kiss to his cheek, that's when you suddenly heard something that made your eyebrows raise.

Purring, coming from Dave. it was very soft, and sounded almost like humming, but it was most definitely purring. "Dave?"

"hm?"

"Are...you purring?" he hesitated, but nodded against your chest, bringing a soft smile to your face "That's hella cute" you could feel his face heat up as you just pulled him closer, continuing to pet him softly, and him continuing to purr, slowly starting to get louder. You took this moment to let your mind wander, closing your eyes against Daves hair.

Which soon, you regretted.

Your mind wandered to the part of your mind that you had pushed away since Dave started to figure out the walls were thin and that you could hear his nightly jerk off sessions.

The first fantasy that came to mind was you just fucking him senseless, something you thought about a lot (and jerked to a lot) while he grabbed at your shoulders and asked for more, despite you knowing you would probably break him, in one way or another. But, seems like you'd have more problems on your hand other than just your mind, because Dave rearranged himself, his ass now resting against your way too obvious erection. Seems like two fantasies are going to become reality. You could feel Dave pause when he moved himself, and you couldn't help but grin as he did it again, before pressing himself against you, and by extension your erection, earning a soft sigh from you. It felt good, soft, but good. You rolled your hips into Daves, just to hear the soft tremor in his purrs and his soft gasp. You thought to yourself how adorable that was as your hands moved to Daves waist, pulling him closer and moving his hips for him, and even if there were a few layers of cloth separating you two, you absolutely loved it.

"Bro" he said softly, looking back at you with such a soft look you don't even think you've seen it before on him. But, oddly enough, you loved it. You wanted to see him make that look as you stuffed his throat, oddly enough.

And you usually got what you want.

You moved up a bit, much to his disapproval, but when you tangled your hand in his hair with one hand as you used the other to move your boxers down your legs, he got the hint, the soft purring starting up again.

"Wait do you actually want me to..." Dave started, he didn't have to finish it. You knew what he was going to say, so you nodded, his hands, which seem much smaller when on your legs, shakily slide up and soon frame the base of your hard on, earning a groan from you

"I don't think I can take it all" he said softly, after a few seconds of silence

"Try your best, baby boy" you replied, and you could tell the pet name went right to his dick, because he leaned down and dragged his tongue up your dick, making you groan once more. But soon, your groan turns to a full on moan when Dave lowered his head a bit, taking the tip of your dick into his mouth and if it wasn't for the fact you never wanted this to stop, you could have probably came right then in his mouth, down his tight throat. The thought alone makes your hand that was in his hair tighten your grip, eliciting a whimper from Dave as he tried his best to lower his head further on your dick.

As expected, when he pushed too far down, he gagged around you, making you pull his head up a bit and raise an eyebrow "you ok?" you asked, getting your answer in the form of him pushing his mouth down again around you, earning a moan from you as you leaned back on the headboard, only to sit up again when you feel something against your leg.

As you suspected, Dave was rubbing up against your leg, whimpering around you as he did, only to gasp a bit as you groped his ass, making you smirk

"Dont stop" you said, him whimpering but shoving his mouth down again, his hips moving again, but this time with stutters in the hip rolling as he did, god that was hot.

Hot enough that you feel a familiar, warm knot in your gut, making you aware that you were able to blow your load, so you try and warn Dave by pulling his head up, but he seemed not to get the hint, moving his head back down. "Kid I'm gonna---" you stop, seeing the smirk on his face as he bobbed his head faster, earning a soft laugh from you, but that laugh turned into a groan when you feel yourself spurt ropes of cum into Daves mouth, him whimpering as he tried his best to swallow, but gag, as his hips didn't cease moving.

That was, until you used your flash stepping abilities to pin him down.

He looked a bit confused, swallowing down the last bit of cum with a soft grimace when he realized what you were going to do, your mouth right above his dick. He could probably cum from what he saw you about to do, and you're surprised he didn't. You slowly push your mouth against his dick, easily taking it to the bottom as his hands grab at your once styled hair, his soft whimpers filling the air as you sucked around him, letting him move your head up and down.

You aren't surprised when he cums a bit fast, holding your head down as you swallow easily, his hands dropping from your hair, only for you to grab them as you move to lay next to him once more.

"So, h'was that?" you smirk

"fuckin amazing" he said, panting as he did, his arms going around you lazily

"good. cause thats gonna be a daily thing now" you say, yawning softly, laughing a bit as Dave embarrassedly hid his face into your chest.

But you knew you weren't lying. you'd be disappointed if you were.

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Wild Ride, part 1

"Be careful"

You jump. Not because you weren't expecting it (ok,maybe you weren't, the man is a fucking ninja), but because of the words themselves. Your brother never said anything like that before the game, hell he was the reason you needed to be careful.

"What?" you ask, looking back at him. You were just polishing your sword, sitting back on the futon. It was a hot, humid, texas night so like hell you're gonna go shirtless.

"I said, be careful. y'could get hurt if yer not careful enough" he repeated, dragging a hand through your pale hair, your eyes squinting closed under your shades "I'll be fine. Im pretty sure my chance of getting hurt is doubled with you around" you retaliated, but that didn't stop him from sitting next to you.

Ever since the game, you haven't been scared of him. Usually, you'd have flinched and absconded to your room, but he's Changed. Gone are the days of strifing on the roof until you can't feel your legs, the days of worrying if this fight will be the last ever.

Your train of thought was cut off when you felt him move a bit closer. Alright, odd move, taken it's so humid tonight you could probably grab a handful of the air and make a sick air dick. You huff a bit of laughter as you finish cleaning your sword, next step was sharpening it. Thank God, you think to yourself. Your tool you used for sharpening was in your room and, as much as you enjoy that Bro has changed, you still like being alone. You walked into your room, giving a soft sigh as you did. You always have your fan on, so the cool feeling on your skin is a welcome change from the sticky hot humidity of the main room.

After bathing in the welcome feeling of cool air, you sit on your bed and fish out the sharpening block. Now, you may love this step because it's so easy, but you also loathe it. Because you can do it in your sleep, you usually let your mind wander. Today, your mind decided not to be nice. As you dragged the block over the sharp blade, your mind decided it'd take a trip to boner land, filing through your memories to try and find a saucy memory. And by god, did you regret allowing your brain free reign of your imagination, because all of a sudden you're thinking about how goddamned hot your brother is. It's not a surprise he's hot, honestly. Not only does he work out and train with a sword, he's tall as hell and is the literal definition of good genetics. You shiver when you remember the time he took his shirt off after a strife, his sweat catching light from the sun, him looking over his shades down at you, you having dripped on your elbows and knees from having your feet literally pulled from under you.

"Fuck" you mumbled to yourself after your mind wanded to what would've happened if he decided that bragging rights and teasing wasn't enough, and decided to go all gladiator on you and take your ass as a prize. You tried to get your boner to disperse by using wacked out language to decided him mowing your ass like it's grass, but the visuals you were producing were just too much. You groaned, putting the sword away and leaned back on your bed, fumbling to undo your pants, having already popped a tent, making the silent decision to make this as quick as possible because you abandoned the fantasy of Bro ramming you into your bed till you couldn't walk when you were 13.

Oh god, your choice of words did not help. you shivered as you grabbed your dick, your mind deciding that would help get you off. You started rubbing yourself roughly, biting your free arm and eyes closing as if to hide from your disgusting fantasies of your own brother claiming you as his. Seems like you're always just pushing your own buttons, because as soon as you thought of him doing that, you let out a soft groan as your hand moved faster.

With your eyes closed, you couldn't see that the power flickered out, most likely from the rain that had started a few minutes ago, but you didn't give a shit. You were too busy jerking off as fast as your hand could let you,groaning out softly as your back arched, before you got a bit too comfortable, letting out a groaned word

"Broooo" you said, your voice sounding a bit broken, which was exactly what was happening. But, after a few years of being everywhere but home, you've forgotten how thin the walls are. Even though you heard footsteps, you gave a half assed excuse for them as you continued moving your hand got even faster.

Only was it when you heard your door open with the squeak, and a monotoned "what d'ya need kid" did you cum, but after a few moments of post-orgasam bliss did you realize who it was

"Bro what the fuck!" you said in a squeaky voice, fumbling around to pull your pants up, your face as read as your eyes

"I heard y'call my name, but seems like y'didnt need any help after all" he said, you swear he winked but those dumbass shades he had on didn't confirm nor deny anything.

"Oh fuck you" you grumbled, standing up and scowling a bit, you really wished you had cleaned up after yourself before pulling your pants back up, but your train of thought paused when you heard the others reply

"Oh, I think m'the only one doin' any fuckin', little man" he said, this time moving his shades down momentarily to wink, causing your face to yet again rival your eyes "Oh my god, Chris Hanson would have a goddamned field day with you"

"m'pretty sure that guy deals with pedos, not little brothers moaning out their hot big brothers names. and if I remember correctly, yer 19" he shrugged, you groaned and attempted to push him out of the room, but he was planted firm on the ground, grabbing both of your wrist

"how bout y'get cleaned up b'fore y'put yer hands on me" he said, you nodding before it even processed fully, grabbing your pajamas and about to walk to the bathroom, which was just across the hall, but a hand grabbed the back of your shirt soon enough, an offer you had to pinch yourself before you could reply was made

"need some help cleanin' up, lil man?"

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Wild Ride 2

You're sitting on the couch, your little brother having just gotten up to go finish his nightly ritual of tending to his swords. You swear the boys obsessed, especially after the game. But honestly, you have no right to talk about weird obsessions, taken you fuck puppets for a living. So, while you waited for it to become dinner time, you got out your computer to get a head start on some financial things.

That was, until you heard your brother call out your name. You perked up a bit, before shrugging it off. Probably just misheard something, so you refocused your attention on your work, for a few minutes at least. Because soon enough, you heard Dave say it again, and again. Ok, something was up now. But you decided he wanted to show you something, or you're hearing things, so you stayed put. But when the power went out, causing you to groan yourself, you decided you needed to tell him that you're going to kick the power box a few times

You got up, closing the laptop and flash stepped to the door, hearing the muffled groans from your little brother. You opened the door, announcing your arrival before pausing.

Oh shit.

Dave had his hand wrapped around his dick, back arched up and biting on his arm. When he looked to you, he came, all over himself. You shivered. Then, you scowled at yourself for shivering, but you couldn't help yourself as you kept replaying the scene you just saw in your mind, your own talking muffled from thinking about what just happened, the only thing you do consciously is pull your shades down and wink.

He pulled his pants up, and was about to shove you out of the way when you grabbed his wrist "how bout y'get cleaned up b'fore y'put yer hands on me" Dave immediately nodded, going to grab his pajamas and was about to slide his way out to the bathroom, when you grabbed his shirt collar and decided to make his night

"need some help cleanin' up, lil man?" you ask, Dave pausing and soon, nodding quickly. You laughed, patting his back, ok maybe a bit too low on his back, as you walked down the hall to the closet "Get ready, I'll get th'candles. I actually came t'tell you the power was out, and see why y'were callin' m'name out" you explained, reaching up to grab a small bag of tea lights, and a long lighter, Dave just nodding as you heard him turn the shower on.

after decking the counter in tea lights, effectively lighting the whole bathroom (and probably the hallway) you started to undress, Dave having halfway undressed but pausing when you started. You raised an eyebrow as you put your shades on the counter, Dave doing the same, as you looked him up and down before speaking "See somethin' y'like lil man?" you asked, Dave getting flustered and just hurriedly undressing, but you? you took your sweet ass time, occasionally pausing to drink in the sight of Dave being completely naked, the light of the candles reflecting on his almost unnaturally pale skin. God he looked really pretty, and you lost track of the times you've wanted to mark every inch of his skin with bite marks he'd have to go to school with the next day. fuck. you looked down briefly, almost forgetting you didn't have your shades on, and seeing that going to that one fantasy made you...a bit too happy, so to say. Dave luckily didn't notice, starting to get in the shower, you following behind him. And you can't help but eye the other up as he began, well, cleaning up.

You decide that staring at him is a bit creepy, even for you, and decided to say something "yer cute, lil man" you say, Dave pausing an looking back to you, his face already turning a shade of pink which you can't help but find Adorable

"So, about earlier..." You began, Dave looked like he was going to make a run for it, but you grab his shoulder before he could "i aint mad, kid. if i was, would i be in here with ya?"

"Oh. Right" he said, before turning around "So, what about it?"

You decide you can't really sugar coat it, and said it as plainly as possible "That was hot as fuck" Dave just looked at you wide eyes, face slowly turning red again, before taking a step closer to you. Finally, he's warming up to you. Maybe now how you imagined it, but you can't complain.

"y'know, I'd like to see th'full show" you say as he put a hand on your face, and you could feel him flinch when you moved ypur own arm, but you reassured him as you cupped his face in return, and pulled him closer to your own face, before pressing your lips together.

It's neither of your first kisses, him having smooched some aliens and you just being an overall manwhore, but this feels so... different from the other times you've kissed anyone. You would've made fun of him for wearing apple flavored chapstick, but you'd be damned if you pulled away from this. In fact, you wanted more.

Grabbing his hips with both hands, you pick him up, ignoring the muffled squeak as you pushed him to the shower wall, eagerly kissing him more. You could feel Dave getting turned on against your leg, and you could also feel yourself gaining a similar reaction, but you couldn't care less. Right now, you were focused on his lips.

But soon, you needed to pull away to catch your breath, Dave doing the same as he closed his eyes "Holy shit bro" he said, you just smirking. Even since the game ended, you've become more comfortable with showing your emotions.

"Good kiss?" you asked, Dave immediately nodding, making you laugh softly and move so your hands were gripping the bottom of his things "Good, cause if w'do what I hope we will, it'll happen more often" you could literally feel the confusion on his face, making you smile a bit more

"Now, I say, we cleanes up 'nough, how 'bout we take this t'my room?"

you don't even need to look to him from turning the shower on to know he was nodding eagerly

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Rating: Explicit Ship: Bro/Dave Summary:

“Dude, can you stop taking the a-pops for once?” Bro glares at him. “A-pop?” “Shorthand for apple-pop cause it's—hey, don’t change the subject!” Dave huffs indignantly. “Quit taking them!” OR! Carrie Underwood's ascension to a deific status

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bro giving dave a wedgie in public. thats it thats the post

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Bro knots Dave’s throat and watches his face turn blue and his eyes roll back and his body go limp

Only then does he take the scalpel and tube and find the mark on Dave’s throat he prepared in advance

Gotta make sure the pup doesn’t suffocate, after all

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uhhhhhhhh messy asf but heres some shota dave!

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It's Christmas, so I wanted to draw this scene from a Bro/Dave fanfic I'm writing, because I thought this was a funny exchange. They're betting on which lane is the correct exit lane. Because California roads be like that. (They're both trans men!) Text: Bro: ...Bet on it. Dave: "Fine, loser gets to sit on his lap. Bro: That's not how it works, he's not Mall Santa Joe, nursing a flask of whiskey in his pocket. Dave: Hey, Mall Santa Joe is cool, alright? He's just going through a rough patch. Bro: He's not that into you, Dave. Dave: You don't know that. Maybe I already rode that sleigh. Bro: Le gasp! But what about his family? He has kids, Dave! You goddamn ho-ho-homewrecker!

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i spent longer on this than i should have

(yes i know the second one doesnt technically fit but shhhh)

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Hi god is me, give him death please and thank you

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