Markus gasped and moaned as Bing pushed into him, clinging onto his neck. He moaned lewdly at each thrust, head pressed back against the mattress.
“All yours all yours-”, he gasped, clenching around Bing, loving how he felt.
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Markus whined when he could basically smell Bing walk past, waiting desperately for him to come back to him. He was more than happy when Bing sat down with him, happily straddling his hips.
“Don’t wanna wait..”, Markus whined, grinding against Bing, desperate little sounds leaving him. He didn’t want to have to move, he wanted to be pleasured right now. He didn’t much care about eventual stains he’d cause.
Bing laughs softly before shaking his head. He stood up and carried Markus with him, letting him do what ever he wanted. They should just keep doing this on the bed, it’ll help Markus not hurt as much.
Once they were back in the room, Bing laid the omega down before stripping them of their clothes again, kissing and nipping at Markus’ neck and jaw, gently grinding against him to hear more of his pretty little sounds.
Markus whined loudly as Bing stood up, clinging tightly to him. He kissed and sucked on Bing’s neck as he was carried, whining again when he was set down again. He was glad to be rid of his shirt, gasping and moaning as Bing ground against him.
“Bing… Alpha… Need you so badly..”, he whimpered, soft gasps and moans spilling from his lips.
🌼Artist Ask meme!🌼
There’s probably a lotta these out there but I wanted to make one of my own! Hopefully these are fun<3
Send an emoji for each question!
🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember?
✏️ Do you prefer traditional art or digital to relax?
📏 What’s your go-to canvas size?
☕ Do you do warmup sketches before drawing? (Bonus: do you have any to share?)
🙃 Which is easier: faces facing left, right, or front view?
📚 How many layers do you typically use?
🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?
🎁 Do you prefer drawing fandom stuff or your own characters?
🌈 Do you use more warm or cold colors?
🎼 Your favorite music to draw to right now?
🙌 Draw a doodle with your non-dominant hand
📐 Whats your favorite kinds of lines to draw?
💐 Do your drawing suit your aesthetics?
🦋 Do your drawings resemble you?
✨ How often do you draw?
🌗 Is night or day better for drawing?
🍭 What’s your main art blog / what do you tag your art with?
🍀 You wish your art was more..(fill in the blank)
🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw?
🙊 Share your latest silly doodle with no context
/ I was lighting the fireplace cus cold
/ AND SUDDENLY THERE’S A BIRD
/ A FCKIN BIRD IN THE FIREPLACE
/ god I was so startled
/ I managed to get it outside again tho
/ no further birds appeared in the AFLAME FIREPLACE
Petite
Markus was soon pretty comfortable just reading aloud to Agnes. It was nice, and he enjoyed reading anyways. His voice did start to hurt a little after an hour or two of reading, though that didn’t seem to bother him much.
Petite
“Ah- n-no- it’s- it’s okay!”, Markus looked up to her when she stood up. “I- I don’t.. I don’t mind, really.”, he said quieter. No one ever was interested in what he was reading -he was barely allowed to read normally. He would like it if she wanted to hear the story of the book.
Agnes smiles and sits back down. “Are you sure? I would love to hear you tell me the story.” She hums softly. “Maybe I could repay the favour later.”
“I’m sure..”, Markus replied softly and nodded. He was very sure, he really wanted to read for Agnes.
So he shifted until he sat cross-legged, and moved back to the first page of the book. He didn’t mind starting over.
So he carefully and softly began reading. After a few pages he seemed to get more confident in it, less quiet and stuttering less.
It was raining and really windy while I was on my way home
On a bicycle
I was freezing cold!!
I’m still cold!!!
But I had a warm shower
But my knees are still so cold ;3;
Help me
Markus whined when he could basically smell Bing walk past, waiting desperately for him to come back to him. He was more than happy when Bing sat down with him, happily straddling his hips.
“Don’t wanna wait..”, Markus whined, grinding against Bing, desperate little sounds leaving him. He didn’t want to have to move, he wanted to be pleasured right now. He didn’t much care about eventual stains he’d cause.
Petite
“Ah- n-no- it’s- it’s okay!”, Markus looked up to her when she stood up. “I- I don’t.. I don’t mind, really.”, he said quieter. No one ever was interested in what he was reading -he was barely allowed to read normally. He would like it if she wanted to hear the story of the book.
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