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a night out on the town with the 141 <3 (get prints of these here)
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#please PLEASE note the SR initials carved into soap's hip#i went so feral when that idea came to me#simon has a matching pair of initials scarred over his heart <3#i love my fucked up little romantics#i used this as a very indulgent excuse to practise rendering clothing folds#and also to draw gaz in a sheer shirt#cod mw2#kyle gaz garrick#captain john price#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#gazsoap#ghostprice#ghostsoap#gazprice#just covering my bases here#giragi art
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The Ones Who Live | 1x03 - Bye
#Rick Grimes#*#rg#The Ones Who Live#who let him be this handsome#im calling the authorities#i don't know who they are but i'm calling them#HIS LIL SCARS#and bless every line on your face#they're all beautiful and sacred#EXCUSE ME BUT THE NOSE™#me impatiently waiting for a clear cut kiss on the nose™#clearly everyone is just dumb#the look in the second gif#im more open than Motel 6#like bout to dislocate my hip
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in case of emergency, break glass
...or, uh.... maybe we should look at leon's files, first....
(the many directional scars -> when he was protecting ada from simmons)
#resident evil#leon s kennedy#mind control au#digital art#i am... so fuckin happy with this sketch#his hips kinda bother me still but mfer his left hand <3#my body pain is the inspo#upper back neck shoulder but i had to put the device in a place with the least movement for him#the idea of nodes being installed into his head just... originally his hair was supposed to cover it on the sides of his head#that was not a hair clip in the other piece it was the node things#changed the cuffs to gloves (they are still screwed into him)#sure i said he needed to be more 'aesthetic' with minimal attachments BUT LISTEN#inspired by zane borderlands' multiverse bandit skin too.... ahahehh#but yeah i think breaking the glass might actually work? not easy whatsoever tho...#a gun would be the best bet of breaking that but you think chris is willing to risk that?#throwback to his old hair -> [redacted]'s request owo#body horror#scars#surgery
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Soft Yandere! Veteran being pegged! (No. You're not on top.)
How long has it been since I promised a male reader pegging this old dude? Uhhhhh... 😢
How about we not think about that and like- uh- focus that it got done? I have absolutely wonderful pookies that motivated me to finish this so let's all thank my lovely alphas for this! I wanted this to be on kinktober but writer's block and all dat- 😄
This has pegging. Which is in the title. It's clearly NSFW. So like-
MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI.
Alright! Now that that's all said and done! Enjoy fucking this old man!
TWs: overstimulation, condescending behavior towards reader, cum play, nipple play, I think that's it- comment if I forgot something pls-
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KINKTOBER DAY ONE: TEMPERATURE PLAY
Pleasure. That’s the only thing you could possibly be thinking of right now. With your dick shoved into his ass, yet he was the one in full control of this situation. It didn’t matter that it was your hands on his hips— no. Your hands were just finding a place to grab onto while he rides you like he’s trying to drain you dry of both cum and life. This had to be why he looked like a silver fox, right? Stealing the vitality of the poor youth that got caught in his seductive ways. Which, in this case, was unfortunately and fortunately you. It was so warm inside him, the slowly cooling water only accentuating just how much more warmer he was— both from the soft walls that were clenching onto your dick like a vice, and from his skin. The wrinkled, aged skin that only made him even hotter in your eyes. White mixed with black hair on his arms just like his head.
Your eyes tear up from the sheer euphoria he was giving you, tongue almost shamelessly lolling as your mouth stayed open. If it wasn’t for that familiar, irritatingly enchanting glint in the old man’s eyes— moan after loud moan would have been falling off your kiss-bitten lips by now.
Speaking of lips, the reason for your current dilemma was now sliding his thumb over your bruised lower lip. His other hand goes to caress your cheek, the warmth forcing a groan to slip from you without warning. He notices the drool that threatened to leak, using it to coat your dry lips— dry from the heavy breaths you forced yourself to take as he rode you.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Cat got your tongue?” He chuckles out as you try to focus a glare on him, pathetically failing due to your vision blurring from the incoming tears. His hips suddenly slam down onto you; a brash, animalistic noise leaving you as you’re buried down to the hilt.
Heaven. This must be what heaven felt like.
Your hands scramble to grab onto his hips, grip almost bruising as if he was the only thing grounding you to reality right now. The almost hypnotic grinding of his groin towards yours not helping with the way your mind wanted to shut down immediately. The cool water, the heat from your combined breaths, the way his hands left trails of fire with every inch they grope your skin— there was just so much for your poor brain to handle.
It honestly felt like you were being used as a dildo with how little work you were doing for maximum pleasure. To be honest, you would happily live your days out as his dildo if that was a choice. His raging hard-on kept on rubbing against your stomach, pre-cum and bath water slick on your skin.
Water droplets dripped down from your hair as you chewed on your lower lip— eyes laser-focused on his cock. His cock that you wanted to touch and feel in your hands. Your left hand lets go of his hip just for it to tentatively stroke his neglected dick; the heat in your palm making you shiver in the water. Thumb slowly tracing circles along the slit of its head, pre-cum continuously dripping down to your wrist and into the already cloudy cold water.
You didn’t want to be the only one losing their head, determined to make him fall into this mindless pleasure you were presently in too. You wanted him to bear himself out like you were doing, to show you the raw, primal instincts that you also had. To the point where manners would be shoved aside, and the two of you would just take and take from each other.
His pace noticeably slows down at the growing pressure of your strokes— hand slowly, yet purposefully, running down his entire length. Fingers smearing the thin fluids along the veined skin, feeling it throbbing in your hands. You could hear the way his heart quickens to the same -if not faster- pace of yours, could see the lust-induced haze in the corners of his eyes.
You use this chance to buck your hips up without warning, relishing in the way his throat hitched. Hand reaching down to squeeze his aching balls that were full of cum ready to be released. Your own cock twitched inside him, not faring better than him— overstimulated, needy, desperate: those were the words that could perfectly describe your deafening thoughts at the moment.
Right when you think that you’ve managed to win this unspoken game between the two of you, his lips curve up into a grin. His eyes held a knowing glint, as if he could read what was exactly on your mind right now— it felt like he was stripping you with his gaze despite your nudity. Crow’s feet deepened while his eyes held an obvious twinkle of mischief.
You should’ve remembered that unspoken games have unspoken rules.
He brings his roughened hands up from the water, skin ice-cold from being in the water for too long. His hands sensually slide up your body -your warm skin prickling from the cold- until they stay on your chest. He could probably feel how hard your heart was pumping right now, wrinkled palm right on top of it. Your eyes meet: calm meeting with panicked, smug meeting with wary.
Rule #1: He’ll always be in charge.
Your back arches when his weathered fingers pinch your nipples— senses confused as warmth floods inside your body, yet everything outside is cold. A gasp-like moan involuntarily leaves your lips, lips formed into an o-shape as your grip on his cock tightens reflexively. A deep groan escaping him as well from the squeeze, cool fingers still refusing to stop as he twisted your nipples almost painfully.
Another, louder, moan is forced out from your vocal cords when his head dips down— lips clamped onto one of your nipples, rough stubble grazing against your wet skin. You couldn’t help but come when his hot tongue swirls around the sensitive nub, teeth grazing against the already tortured skin. Eyes rolled back once again for what felt like the hundredth time. Your other nipple, receiving the same cruel treatment with his icy fingers. He definitely felt when you came; the water significantly more opaque as your cum dripped down his thighs and into the tub you were both in. Your cock still painfully hard in him despite coming just a few seconds ago.
Rule #2: You’re the bitch. Not him.
His eyelashes flutter when he finally releases your nipple from his soft lips, fingers already tweaking it before you could even sigh in relief. Your hand quickly lets go of his cock to grab onto his steel reinforced hips for bearing again— forehead pressed against his chest as you whine for him to stop.
“Why are you moaning, лапочка? I’m the one with your dick in my ass so why are you acting like our positions are reversed, little one?” Fuck. His dirty talk only made you want to beg him for more.
Your moans only get louder as he pulls on your nipples, drool pouring out from your lips like you were a brainless zombie— lips unable to remain closed. Shivers ran across your entire body, body trembling from both the cold and your overused cock. You were sure that you were only shooting blanks by now, every pathetic squirt easily seeping into the cloudy bathwater. You’d need to take a shower afterwards to clean all the come off you.
Rule #3: Don’t ever expect to walk after he’s done.
A choked whimper leaves you when he finally pulls himself off you agonizingly slow, your limbs feeling like jelly by now. You didn’t resist when he brought you into his arms, mind a slurry of contradicting sensations and abused instincts. Your eyelids drooping when he captures your lips in his, the kiss a slow, but careful one— everything he did had a reason and was meticulously planned out. A likely habit from his youth.
“You did so well, Солнце. Such a good boy for me. I’m so proud of you~” He croons out in a heavy voice, peppering kisses all along your face as his scarred hands snake up to your neck— his touch tender as he strokes your warming face. His own, ignored, cock still stiff and raised while he pampered you with the kisses you desperately needed right now. Your voice just whines for more of his attention, arms wrapping around his cold body to pull you closer to him.
The two of you just stay in the chilled bathwater for a moment, clinging onto each other for warmth as your labored breaths become background white noise. His lips trail down to your neck, pressing kisses onto your frigid skin— your breath hitching as his tongue slips out to run a fiery trail of saliva up to your jawline. An almost hissed out groan leaving his lips when he tastes the cold salt on your skin.
His eyes looked practically feral at this point, licking his lips clean of your taste before he crashed his lips onto yours to share what he thought was his own heaven. Swallowing down all your moans and whimpers like a starving man who finally got a feast laid out in front of him.
He reluctantly breaks from the kiss for the both of you to breathe. His hot breaths harsh on your skin as he leans his lips closer to your ear— whispering at a volume where you could only hear even if there was no one else around you two. A little secret that only you would know with him.
“As sweet as ever, Милый.”
Translation:
Солнце = sunshine
лапочка = sweetie pie / cutie
Милый = dear / darling
A/N:
Damn. I honestly didn't think this pegging would win. It was honestly included as both a joke and the consequence of staying up too late for too many consecutive nights... (Y'ALL TORTURED ME. THIS WAS SO HARD TO KEEP THIS OLD MAN'S HOLIER THAN THOU ATTITUDE WHILE BEING RAMMED!!) 😟
There. Y'all got to fuck the old dude. Happy now?? But anyways please comment anything you want me to do. (It'll take time, though. I'm not chat GTP okay?) 😩
Just no vomit, scat, and the works okay? Golden showers are a hell no too. Look. I'm not going to kink shame here, but I cannot write anything like that due to my BOUNDARIES. Non-con, baby trapping, and other dark matters are fine. I love that shit. But yeah. Maybe I'll make another OC, maybe not. It really depends on my mood. 😘
AUTHOR OUT! 😌
#yandere#smut#minors dni#fluff#soft yandere#yandere x reader#yandere male#yandere male oc#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere dilf#soft yandere! veteran#this was food. yum. I fed y'all too good I fear-#this is dedicated to the people who chose pegging#seriously. too many of y'all wanted to fuck this old dude-#poor veteran. his hip probably needs to be replaced after this...#he's not complaining#he's loving your state now. all quiet and obedient.#did I mention that he's a textbook brat tamer?#what's up with me and unapologetic men?#I swear my bar is high-#I PROMISE-#I love his dirty talk- it's so degrading-#MAKE ME FEEL SMALL OLD MAN!!#alright I'm done.#the way I want him to shove those scarred fingers down my throat-#male reader#yandere x male reader#yandere x male darling#service top male reader
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some more gabriel garbaj + sketchbook sketches
#ultrakill nsft#gabriel ultrakill#I like drawing Gabriel with huge thighs sorry#birthgiving hips+wide shoulders+top surgery scars is something i really like drawing him with#absolute territory gabriel. yes or no#(by that i mean space between his skirt and armor plates/stockings not necessarily the song)#suggestive
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no matter whether ppl are trying to make zk's canon relationship out to be sibling coded or associative friends or whatever else ppl make up i feel it all comes from this place of people that don't ship it being unable to handle zuko and katara's canonically deep and intimate friendship at the end of show without (whether subconsciously or not) perceiving it as some kind of threat to whatever katara or zuko ship they DO ship (usually either k/a or z/s or m/z)
they don't know how to acknowledge/write zk (and i don't think them being a m/f ship is divorced from this) having their canonically close friendship alongside whatever they ship because that closeness, no matter how platonic, can't supersede the romance of their own ship. so they just lazily write it off as "siblings" or convince themselves they weren't ever that close in the first place or that katara still secretly hates zuko or something in order to get out of the bind of allowing them to be close friends even if you ship them with other people 🤷♀️
#holly talks bs#zutara#atla fandom critical#hot take maybe but i do genuinely believe zk have one of if not THE mutually closest relationship in the gaang#because it's not about screentime spent together it's about the depth of what those scenes communicate about the characters and#their relationship#katara is the only one zuko ever marginally opened up to about his scar and his banishment and what he thinks and feels about it#zuko is the only one in the gaang katara talks about her mother in depth to#yes she's acknowledged the loss before and uses it to connect with ppl like haru and jet#but zuko is the person katara tells the whole story to#in fact zuko is the person who hears all three perspectives of kya's murder#and is yknow the person that actually GOES WITH HER on her journey to the centre of her deepest and most defining trauma#and then there's just the whole finale where they's essentially attached at the hip and he jumps in front of fucking lightning for her#brb just gonna jump in front of lightning for my associative friend#no big deal or anything we can barely talk to each other without someone else in the room#even tho zk have several scenes alone together while yeah they're not making out but they ARE usually talking about something#deep meaningful and personal#they spill their guts out to each other at the first sign they've found someone who might actually understand them
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important revelations about the status of taniks's hemipenes post-shankification happening in the eliksni groupchat today
#destiny 2#taniks the scarred#destiny 2 meme#taniks the abomination#the revelation: hes fused to the shank from the upper thighs down and his hips are preserved#thus: so are his dicks
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i struggled to put this into words but i just wanted to say it~
like i feel like k has been doing more hip swivels and rolls lately + i can't help but focus on his most prominent scar from his surgery as he does this. like the movement isn't just hot for the sake of being hot but it draws my attention to his scar and reminds me how he isn't afraid to flaunt it <33
like others, i've always found his scars so pretty since it's a sign of strength and survival but it's rly nice to see him so confidently moving and being bolder and bolder on stage as time passes!
#does this make sense??#i promise i'm not trying to make slutty hip movements deeper than they are lmao#i just love his scars and wanted to scream about them again for a moment jhdks#käärijä
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SUSpenders
#rgg#ryu ga gotoku#ryu ga gotoku 7#yakuza series#yakuza 7#yakuza like a dragon#snap sketches#masato arakawa#i was gonna draw aoki in suspenders but then i was like 'i havent drawn the prince of darkness in fifty years'#my cunty king.. still not normal bout him ive fooled all of you into thinking im over him but im not#his pale skin purple lips and gucci-grade eyebags call to me#i miss drawing him.... i have fun drawing his body Pause like you cant see it but I Know... hehe..#i really wanna draw aoki's scar again but i dont have any excuse to... ruh roh...#see its not like with any other rgg chara where you can just draw their top off. aoki's a loser with high waisted hips#he's not takin anythin off#ok bye im gonna go be ill
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Bestie I reread you pebble alpha cowboy au thing last night and it’s plaguing my every being pls I need more if you can find it in your heart this holiday season, won’t you consider donating to wrath’s that need your help?
Oooo you just summoned my undying cowboy AU brainrot. And yes, I do want to write more about it, so, there you go, my humble offering to you. Cowboy smut coming your way, hehehehehehehe. (this got way longer than i intended, sorry for the delay)
So, alright, maybe Pebble's been staying a bit longer in town than he usually would. But the people are nice in here, really. There's Ivy, who's taken to slipping Pebble free drinks when Omega pretends not to be looking ; the big man himself, despite his intimidating stature, is actually quite sweet, gentle in a way you wouldn't expect at first glance, with a warmth to him that inevitably has people eager to come back to the saloon.
Pebble also met a ranch owner with a dazzling smile named Delta for whom he's been working for a little while now, helping with everything he can from repairing fences to taming feisty horses, glad to be needed and earn his keep. The room he's renting is pretty nice, for how little Zephyr, the inn keeper, charges him for it, definitely far from the worst place he's stayed at. And there's that cowgirl who's freaking terrifying but often quietly joins Pebble for a smoke in some back alley- somehow, she always finds him, no matter where Pebble goes. He only learns her name, Mist, after nearly a week of silently sharing joints. He's fairly sure she could break him in half. He's never met a cooler person in his entire life.
So, yeah, Pebble stays. And it has nothing to do whatsoever with the asshole of a sheriff who's apparently developped the uncanny ability to make Pebble cum faster every time they end up cramed into some dark nook with their hands down each other's pants, no sir.
Because, yes, it happens again, and again, and again. They'll have a drink or two after a long day, find an excuse to pick a fight, which will quickly turn sexual, because apparently nothing gets either of them harder than homoerotic loathing.
Sometimes, Pebble wonders how damaged he must be to get off on the threat of Alpha's teeth against his jugular.
Today, though, is different. The sky is still very much high in the sky, its rays beating down on Pebble's bare back as he splashes water on his face, taking a much-needed break from trying to get a stubborn bull to still long enough for him to check on the healing laceration wound on its flank. A prickling sensation at the back of his neck is what gets Pebble to glance up, reajusting his crooked hat, only to meet familiar hungry eyes staring right back.
It's a shock, somehow, to see Alpha in daylight, fully exposed in a way the night and its silver moon never let him be, a part of him always shrouded in shadows. Not now, though. Now, the sheriff is standing, hip cocked to rest against the fence, arms crossed in front of his chest, head tilted to the side, and Pebble can see so much details at once it almost makes him dizzy. The scar on his arm looks thicker, more gnarly, and for the first time, Pebble wonders how he got it. With the way Alpha's shirt is open, so widely he might as well have taken it off, Pebble is treated to the sight of damp skin and a smattering of hair that has him nearly drooling.
And Alpha's face...it looks as though he paused as he was shaking his hair free from his hat, like maybe he didn't see Pebble until it was too late, until he'd let his walls down enough to take an accessory usually worn like a shield off without a second thought ; now he's frozen, features weirdly open, eyebrows unfurrowed, the crease between them smoothed out, lips slightly parted, his facial scars pale against sunkissed skin.
It hits Pebble like a sack of bricks then, that Alpha isn't just hot. He's beautiful. Shit.
Thankfully, the sheriff himself looks like his brain shut down for a minute, giving Pebble time to straighten and clear his throat awkwardly.
"Fuck you're doin' here ?"
Alpha arches an eyebrow, but it feels less provocative than usual, more genuinely taken aback.
"Wanted to check on Delta."
Sure, yeah, sounds perfectly logical. The man in question took a nasty hoove to the shoulder trying to calm down a panicked horse, makes sense that Alpha, as the sheriff, would be preoccupied. Still, Pebble's never seen him at the ranch. He knew that Alpha came here from time to time - he and Delta have lived in the same city for ages, of course he does- but Pebble never crossed path with him here, in this place that he associate with honest work, tiring but gratifying, something almost soothing in the way it takes up all his focus and drives away all thoughts from his head.
Alpha looks out of place here, even though he's probably more comfortable and used to the place than Pebble is. Like his brain cannot comprehend the man he labeled as the bane of his existance and the very real menace for his stamina standing here, edges softened by the surprise, looking fine and relaxed under the blinding afternoon sun.
To Pebble, Alpha is white hot rage pulsing in his veins, adrenaline shooting through his body, bloodied teeth bared in a dangerous smile, moonlight sparsely lighting an alley, quick breathes and bitten back noises. To see him in such a drastically different scenery has Pebble reeling.
"...is that a bite mark ?"
Pebble blinks, yanked out of his thoughts by Alpha's voice. He doesn't know how to interpret that tone, but he doesn't have to follow the sheriff's gaze to know what he's talking about.
"Coyote. Nearly ripped a good chunk out of me."
While Pebble isn't exactly insecure about the huge jaw imprint on his right side, he is aware how off putting it can be. Deep, irregular lacerations, from where the beast sank its teeth while shaking its head like it was trying to pull Pebble appart - and it probably was.
Alpha wistles lowly, Pebble distantly noting that this is the first peaceful conversation they have.
"Always hell to make 'em let go."
With a shrug, Pebble absent-mindedly runs his thumb on one of the rough scars tearing through his ribs.
"Had to pry its jaw open with my own hands. Twisted its neck real quick - guess adrenaline does make you do insane things."
Something changes in Alpha stance then. He straightens, taking a deep breath, eyes roaming on Pebble with that same intensity that never fails to make him look away.
"That's so fucking hot," the sheriff grunts, not even giving Pebble time to react to the statement before he descends onto him, gripping his wrist with bruising strenght, "I need to fuck you, can I fuck you ?"
And, well. They haven't actually fucked fucked yet. Handjobs is as far as they got but somehow, now that the notion's on the table, Pebble is craving Alpha on top of him. Just like that. He feels a little light-headed, so of course he blurts the first thing that comes to his mind.
"I don't know, can you ?"
Alpha rolls his eyes hard enough it looks painful.
"Shut your damn mouth."
They end up sneaking into Delta's house, Pebble deciding he'd rather not know where Alpha learnt how to pick locks so efficiently. He'd be more reluctant if his dick wasn't currently doing all the thinking, besides Delta won't be back in a while, so really, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right ? Pebble vows to work extra hard once he doesn't feel half blind with lust. At least Alpha has the decency to lead him toward the guest room, not Delta's, because to that, Pebble would've drawn the line. Probably. He isn't sure how much he can trust his morals in his current state.
The bed creaks loudly when Pebble's back hits the mattress, Alpha landing above him the second he's gotten rid of his shirt. It's different, there's so much more skin to touch, Pebble is obsessed, gropping greedily, mapping warm flesh, scars and patches of hair with his palms. Alpha is doing much the same, except it's his mouth travelling all over Pebble's body hungrily, tongue darting out insistently, tasting him like a man starved. Teeth nipping here and there, making Pebble flinch instinctively just to arch up into it once his stupid, lust-fried brain registers how good it feels.
Things get even more frantic once Alpha manages to get rid of Pebble's pants, belt and all. He doesn't remember kicking his boots off, but he must've, because they're nowhere to be seen. Not that Pebble manages to focus on that for long with the frenzied way Alpha grabs at every available parts of him. Like he can't help it. It's very flattering, as well as unbelievably hot. Then Alpha nuzzles the divot created by his hipbone, trailing lower until he can tear off Pebble's underwear with his teeth, want overrules any rational thoughts he might have had. The sight of the Sheriff, face pressed against the burning skin of his lower stomach, looking up with a devilish grin, makes Pebble's cock kick so hard his eyes roll back a little.
By the time Alpha is shucking the rest of his own clothes, Pebble needs him inside of him yesterday. Even more so when the sheriff unceremoniously shoves his fingers inside Pebble's mouth. He has half a mind to bite them, just to be a pain, but really, he doesn't have time for this today. So he coats Alpha's fingers in saliva, while the man does a number on his neck, no doubts leaving a ring of purple bruises all around his throat.
Prep is a quick thing though Alpha doesn't rush, stretching Pebble with ruthless efficiency, until the sheriff has him writhing and biting his tongue not to beg. Thankfully, Alpha's patience seems to be running thin, because soon enough, the head of his cock presses against Pebble's hole, eyes flying up to ensure he has the go-ahead. Pebble wraps his legs around Alpha's hips as an answer, already flushed and sweaty. With a fleeting smirk, Alpha finally, finally pushes in.
And it rocks Pebble's fucking world because god fucking dammit, when's the last time he's been with someone he wanted so much ? Not just some casual attraction, no, this fully encompassing desire that burns bright in his veins ? He can't remember. In one smooth, slow thrust, Alpha bottoms out, panting heavily in the hollow of Pebble's throat when he does so. There's a moment of stillness where they both try to adjust, where Pebble has the time to relish in how full he feels, then Alpha's rocking his hips shallowly, testing the waters.
It quickly becomes not enough, prompting Pebble to swallow several times, until he can taunt.
"That all you've got ? C'mon, fuck me like you mean it, sheriff."
Judging by the throaty groan that gets him, Pebble struck a nerve. Which is only confirmed when Alpha picks up the pace, pulling out almost all the way just to slam back in again with enough strenght to make the wooden headboard thump against the wall. It's not long before they're both drenched, skins sticky where they rub together, Alpha's grip bruising on Pebble's waist, each thrust wrangling desperate, half stiffled noises from them. A minute shift of the sheriff's stance, and Pebble has to bite his hand not to wail.
"That's the spot, uh ? Yeah, that's it, feels- mmh, good, doesn't it ?"
Alpha's voice is rough, strained, huffs and groans cutting his sentence, which is far too attractive for Pebble to handle. He doesn't answer, can't, really, especially with how obvious it is what he would say if he could. He can feel his orgasm creeping up on him, noises les and less controlled, body tensing up, when Alpha blindly reaches for his hand and guides it to his throat.
For half a second, Pebble just stays like this, blinking at the sight of his hand loosely wrapped around the sheriff's neck, until it all catches up to him and he squeezes.
Alpha makes the loveliest choked sound, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he leans even harder into the pressure of Pebble's hand, even as his face reddens and his eyes start watering.
Then the sheriff grabs Pebble's neglected cock, thumbing messily at the head, and Pebble's done for, nearly arching off the bed, vision flashing white as he blows his load with a silent shout. Very, very, distantly, he registers that Alpha's spilling mere seconds after him, loud groan echoing in the room.
Pebble would be embarrassed about the time it takes for him to come back to his senses, if Alpha wasn't in much the same state, panting by his side on the now soiled sheets. There's a few beats of blissful silence, before Pebble let out a disblieving huff.
"Holy fucking shit."
Alpha pushes himself up into a seating position, smirking in that infuriatingly smug way of his, looking far too pleased with himself. Naturally, Pebble flips him off. Naturaly, Alpha flops back down to bite at his hip bone. Hard. Bastard will probably leave a mark. But, well, Pebble barely has the energy to yelp and swat him away, so.
Thankfully, Alpha makes it his mission to find them washclothes and clean both of them with the same efficiency as usual, before changing the sheets, packing the dirty ones in order to take care of them himself. Pebble, now dressed again and relocated to a plush armchair in a corner of the room, watches Alpha mill about like he owns the place. Mind pleasantly sluggish, Pebble wonders how much time he spent at Delta's place, maybe after days helping at the ranch. Enough, at least, for him to look completely at ease there, or maybe it's just an Alpha thing, strutting around with unwavering confidence no matter the situation.
Pebble's musing is interrupted by the sheriff snapping his fingers in front of his face, having clearly made several attempts at catching his attention.
"C'mon, let's go."
Letting himself be pulled to his feet, Pebble glances around, the reality of their situation dawning on him as he limps after Alpha, cursing the flight of stairs they have to take down to get back outside.
"Delta's going to murder us."
With a dismissive shrug, Alpha waves his worries off.
"Nah. Long as he gets his sheets back pristine, it'll be fine."
"We fucked in his guest bedroom while he was away and I was supposed to be working," Pebble points out. They're at the foot of the stairs now, Alpha pausing to grin back at him.
"What, you think he a saint ? I assure you, he's done nastier stuff in riskier places."
Well, fair enough, and it's not like Pebble can take back what just happened. Not that he wants to, either. Sure, he's aching all over, and working like that is going to be a bitch, but man was it worth it.
Once out on the porch, they're both distracted enough, lighting a well-deserved post-coital smoke, that they nearly jump out of their own skin when someone clears their throat from behind them.
Wearing a grin nearly too big for his face, Delta reclines further into his rocking chair.
"Had fun ?"
The long, incriminating silence that stretches between them finally gets broken by the sudden, uncontrolable fit of laughter that shakes the three of them to the point of tears.
Pebble gets a glimpse at the hand-shaped bruise around Alpha's throat, stomach swooping.
Maybe he'll stick around a little longer.
#TEE-HEE#so apparently cowboy did smoke weed#if i can trust google anyway#i checked#i just love the idea of alpha taking one good look at pebble in the sunlight and being like#“yeah smash”#i LOVE the idea of pebble having a massive bite mark on his ribs#and now he has a matching one from alpha on his hip <3#it won't scar but you bet your ass the next time they do this he'll find a way to make alpha bite him there again#just so it won't fade#also with the weather they will HAVE to strut their ruined necks around#both of them#hehehehehehe#cowboy au#pebble ghoul#alpha ghoul#nameless ghouls#the band ghost
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HotGuy!!
Funny guy. Love this guy. Who let him have a weapon though. I don’t think working as a superhero is very scar-safe
#Ddva#ddvau fanart#Ddvau#Ddvau scar#Hi guys I know what a Tumblr is now#I’m so hip and with the times#Pigin is artistic
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mans got a tattoo now 🗣
#paprikartz#aoidh#on each side of his hips hehe#gw2#technically.#wish i could draw more...:(#ACK. I FORGOT HIS SCARS/. WELL WHATEVER
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i made an edit of Turo for what he looks like after he comes back to life in my verse/AU. Mister Leroy take me awayyy
#Loki's art#well edit#yes this is the real Violet Turo not the AI. Yes he came back from the dead. Don't worry about it. his first name is Leroy#and yes he's going out with my oc Carlial. also don't worry about it.#FuturesEndShipping#haha lol ok anyway i'm done now#Pokemon#pokemon scarlet and violet#pokemon scarvi#pokemon sv#pokemon turo#professor turo#Voleeta Au#i think that was the tag. idk.#also finally yes he is a trans man. and he has a VERYYY big scar from his left shoulder to right hip from the attack.
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I’m no expert but I don’t think top scars are supposed to do that.
Based off this post.
#‘avery. you’re uh. you’re glowing.’#‘what am I fucking pregnant? what is that supposed to me- oh.’#fallout#fallout 4#sole survivor#i talked about this on my sideblog but I decided to replace his hysto scar with salpingectomy scars#(the scars by his hips)#makes no difference outside of cosmetics to anyone but me#relevant bc i also made them glow since they’re Trans Scars(tm)#avery#autumn art#scars
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Still lacking the energy to write due to extra overtime but what a time for motivation to start rearing it's head. Sudden urge to write... something, maybe Khare finally revealing her injuries (and mutation) to somebody close.
#🌈 || musings#;; delete later#Working nearly 50+ hours his week and a little more into next week but DAMN#Writing motivation has been so lacking all summer and suddenly Khare's hammering on the brain cell#I don't think she's actually revealed anything to anyone just yet? At least nothing major#Small cuts are just explained away or pretends didn't happen bc healing factor kicks in#Would honestly like a thread where Khare just reveals the eyes ick and all#Pulsing wall of flesh with twitching eyes and teeth in it#Worst area is still her back and hip and doing that meme last night made me think of funny things#Somebody thinks she's getting frisky but NOPE#Biggest mood killer ever when there's clusters of eyes growing in gnarly scars and shit#As a little treat the flesh might even try to bite#More work tonight but soon nap#So cold and wet suddenly so </3
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Had a vision this morning, tried a new perspective :]
Suggestive drawing of Ori under the cut
Those tela-novelas sure are interesting to watch when you have company, eh?
That is all
Have nice day :]
#rottmnt#art#save rottmnt#my art#third season#future leo#sffl(wg)#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt future leo#hot as hell#hes so babygirl#pretty bastard#gotta admit i'm nervous to post this#cuz i've never done this perspective very well#but i think it looks nice#also please appreciate the hip peeks#cuz you can see his usually hidden scar#and i was really excited to add that cuz i love his scar#it's messy#but i think it's good enough#hope y'all like it
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