Thank you to @depressedstressedlemonzest for this week's prompt! Long live @galladrabbles!!!
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TW: Contains smut
Spicy Playtime at the Gallagher/Milkovich Residence on the West Side
Ian walks in on Mickey “enjoying himself solo” with a new toy. He lets it go on for a few minutes before he joins in, unable to help himself.
“You're a power-bottom at rock bottom, but you got company.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!”
"Well then, Give it to me Dom Top Daddy!” Mickey exclaims as his husband undresses and comes up behind him, caressing his ample backside and massaging warm lube between his cheeks.
Ian positions himself and does just as his husband asks.
cannot believe we're all out here dedicating blood sweat and tears to losing our minds over these two spending hours on freaking out and days on gifs and weeks on art and months on fic and yet the biggest lestappie is still charles leclerc liking a fucking tweet
When you're listening to music but also thinking about your current special interest so you end up sitting on the floor in the kitchen laughing your head off while imagining Killian Jones singing Jonas Brothers
Nick tease his fans with his huge bulge in What a Man Gotta Do MV. Nick Jonas bulge was hidden but you could still see how big he is. And Dat Ass 😘🤤😘🤤😘🤤😘🤤😘
@head-in-the-icloud's Dawn and Dusk doodles from last week's magma. Drawing them is so satisfying istg, my hand cramped really bad but i held on til the end for that sweet sweet dopamine
|| Ref Sheet ||
Also this little ref sheet i made back in December.
Damn does this guy have to do everything in this goddamn house
He gotta house Gwen he gotta build a watch he gotta teach Miles about his powers he gotta leave the watch for Gwen he gotta make some more for the squad he gotta save they relationship
What's next?? He gotta pick up your groceries too? 😭😭 clean your doors and polish your floors? Kill Miguel with his bare hands?
Can my mans relax 😩😩😩 how about we let the girl grow and repair her relationships herself huh?
How about we give Hobie a movie of his own where he can do shit for himself without having to fix other people's nonsense first how's about that is that okay
Name: Spamton
Being: Bound god
Info: A god of avarice and bad deals, Spamton speaks in such a disjointed, rambling way that even other eldritch beings have difficulty parsing out what he’s saying. Spamton was originally a wooden mannequin being, just like the other Addisons, but had such great success with his mask salesmanship that he also grew into a god status. But of course, that success came with a great cost. He still attempts deals with any humans he encounters in the hopes of breaking free of his bonds.
Abilities: Spamton has a good deal of range considering his stationary status, and can attack with ensnaring cables, ringing sound attacks, and wooden projectiles. The strange blue-speckled eggs that surround him also act as mines that can explode on contact. Aside from that, he’s also still quite skilled at talking opponents into selling him important things…whether that be their possessions, their money, a limb or two, or their soul.