#Descriptions of nudity

[shamrockqueen]

Omega retreat chapter 12

Pairing : Alpha Bucky x Omega Reader

Warnings : R18, fluff, descriptions of nudity

Word count : 1645

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Chapter 1 : Chapter 11

Your thighs felt sticky, mired with drying sweat and the slick dribble of his seed.

You tried to flex your legs, waking to the various cracks and pops of your weary bones. Your skin was chilled, small bursts of heat prickling against the cold morning air before bursting over your body as you slowly started to wake. Your vision seemed cloudy, the green trees blurring out and the daylight slipping past nearly unnoticed.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d left this bed, couldn’t remember your last meal, or any moment your belly was filled by food. Nothing had been more important than chasing that heated high and satiating that needy little monster within you, and for now she was so eerily quiet.

What day was it now, and which morning was this?

Your aching head swam with half-cocked thoughts as you fought to kick the sheets that stuck to your damp body. Glowing memories of nights previous echoed against each throbbing corner of your brain. There were his slow moments, moving languidly like a blur. A soft caress of your tits, a thumb brushing a sensitive bud before rolling it between his fingers. It was all so raw, so hungry; it was something so beautifully savage.

You barely recalled the things he’d whispered, his growls deafened by his lips being pressed to your skin, leaving you polka-dotted with reds and purples sucked on or bitten into.

But, he’d said many of the things you should have expected from an alpha losing himself inside an omega. He was tempting you, asking that if you had the chance to be filled and bred, whether you’d let yourself grow big and round with his baby. Would you glow like they say women do? A happy, shining ember as a new life burned in your belly.

You shivered with every word of his you could recall. Every fantasy he lets you live. You’ve been allowed to do so much living after just meeting him in person. It really felt like a new lease on life, a new sensation of pleasure you’d never thought you’d feel.

Maybe you could, if you wanted, have a little family of your own. Maybe feel like an omega instead of an outsider holding one within.

Another knot, another bitten bruise left on your body. It was something you never thought you’d feel, and for the first time you were swimming peacefully through your heat instead of drowning. You felt real pleasure instead of a mindless pain that waxed and waned on the few times you allowed yourself a plastic knot. No, this was pleasure melting all over your body like the spread of dark chocolate lapped up by the flick of his hot tongue.

He was still sleeping, body slung over his side of the bed in a vulnerable lack of poise he could only afford while in a deep state of slumber. His hair was fanned around his face, a few stray tangles poking in either direction, and you felt emboldened to reach out and flick one around your middle finger.

You decide instead to finally leave the bed and venture into the bathroom for more than basic bodily functions. You definitely needed a shower, reeking of sex so good it made your head spin. A thick mix of slick and cum coupled with the twisting of your scent as it was invaded by his.

But, for now, you’d settle for brushing your teeth at the little sink, digging a lifting into your hygiene bag for some basic toiletries.

You don’t notice any discrepancies as you sought out a simple tube of toothpaste and its adjoining brush. Something just to help you feel fresh, maybe a little cleaner.

Same routine, different location, and you flow through the motions like it’s any morning before work. Minus your daily dose of caffeine, not that it would make you feel any more revived after all the strenuous exercise you’d gotten within such a small span of time.

Brush in circles, rinse with water, and spit. Your head is down, expelling the foaming mint spread to spatter into the porcelain bowl. You turned the knob at the sink to collect enough water to woosh and spit before standing back up to inspect your lips for smudges or toothpaste in the mirror.

You nearly leapt out of your skin at the sight of a large figure standing behind you in your reflection, a jolt of fear vibrating through you so quickly it was like a small shock of electricity before you recognized the face of this tall man.

“Jesus, you scared me.” You give him a laugh of relief, something small with a deep exhale from the breath you’d been holding.

“Sorry, doll.” Bucky smiled as he spoke, rubbing the sleep from one of his eyes before stepping up to slip his arms around your small shoulders.

“How’d you sleep?” He breathes each word along the tender skin behind your ear, fanning past your warm cheek.

Even after a short reprieve, you can say you didn’t miss this. Having him nearby, skin to skin, having him pressed to you as he made any old remnants of strife that dared to follow you seem smaller and smaller until it shrank away to nothing. You’d love to get used to this feeling.

“Like the dead.” You laughed moreso to yourself as you cupped some of the running water into your palm to clean up the spatters of white and blue you’d left behind in the sink.

You heard Bucky’s soft rumble of a laugh at yourself, and you finally looked back up at him. Your soft smile fell away with awe as you took in the entirety of him as his back was facing towards you. You’ve seen him in varying states of undress, even held his naked body against yours and felt nearly every inch with your small, nimble fingers.

But this, this was the whole masterpiece you had only seen in small patches of paint. Taut and tightly corded muscles along either side of his thick back. His ass looked soft like carefully sculpted marble, but with a quick flex of one of his powerful legs, you watched slack-jawed as the muscle made the cheek bob just once.

You let yourself overindulge in the sight, blissfully unaware that as his body turned and the front of him became visible, he very easily caught you staring. You couldn’t pry your eyes away, not when the chiseled planes of his stomach and abdominal muscles all came into view.

He smiles that sexy, sweet grin, smug at the lingering stare of admiration as it fanned his ego, all before clearing his throat to break the spell he seemed to unintentionally cast upon you.

You blink back, realizing you were ogling this man who’d already given himself to you as if he were a rare slab of marbled beef.

“Oh fuck, m’sorry.” You sputtered out as you busied your fingers to knock the water off your brush before putting it away.

Bucky’s eyes lingered on you for the split second your digits had dipped into that small hygiene bag. Letting out a bated breath when you zipped it shut without any further investigation.

His smile reappeared, bubbling into a soft chuckle. “No, it’s fine. You can look all you want, babe."

He leaned in past the glass door to the shower, turning the knob to ignite the showerhead with a downpour of hot water. This was before he turned back with that delicious grin.

“But, you don’t have to just stare.” His voice rumbled through the air with a low purr.

“Hm?” You were so far out of your element without the cloud of heat forcing you to reach for the things you desired most. You didn’t have to give a passing glance; you’ve been doing far more than just looking at this man for the better part of the last few days.

“Care to join me?” He asked, snapping your focus back into this beautiful reality with the lilt of his voice.

“Oh? Really?” You squeaked back, a bit of disbelief.

You never ceased to amuse him, a sentiment that was easily heard as he continued to speak. “There’s that shy girl I met, I was wondering when I’d see her again.”

“I’m sorry..it’s just.”

“No, don’t apologize. It’s cute.” His long lashes fluttered, fanning the warm blue of his eyes as he looked you over, taking in each nervous step as well as the small dribble of sweat that trailed down from your hair to hide behind your neck.

“It’s much different than the omega that tried to claw her way under my clothes.”

“I wasn’t myself, I guess.” You held onto the sink as you batted back in the conversation, better to steady yourself.

“It’s still you, doll. Just another side.” The soft tap of his toes hitting the tiled floor thrummed in your ears, in contrast to his previous covert steps as he slowly strides closer.

“I like them both.” He hummed, reaching over the small sink to cup his hand over top of yours, pressing warmth into your already tepid skin before pushing your fingers from the granite to sweep them into his grasp.

“Thank you..You don’t know how much that means to me.” The words stumbled off your tongue, they seemed so silly to say after the last couple of days.

His grin seemed to waver, something heavy weighing on it so that it dropped only slightly before swept his tongue between his lips to push the pressure away.

“So..you gonna join me? I’d love the company.”

He waited, one foot pointed outward as he was ready to hear you whisper ‘Yes’ so he could wish you away under the warm downpour of the shower and tight squeeze of his welcoming embrace.

Chapter 13

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[eldritch-ace]

Y’all my brain is infected, I can’t stop drawing domestic Paulkins. They are the weirdest most normal 30 year olds ever.

[krscblw]

mist ghoulette, based on la fiducia in dio by lorenzo bartolini

[b4kuch1n]

siren

[elisnightmare]

❗Naked duck❗

He's still covered in feathers though

I wanted to practice drawing anthro duck anatomy and poses a little bit without getting distracted by clothes

(coughcough and draw James again cough)

And now you can see some of his body features, like the fluffy feathers on his chest and shoulders and more freckles!

ID in alt and under cut

[ID

A colored full-body digital doodle of James Whitefeather, the artist's Ducktales 2017 OC.

James is a adult Pekin duck. He has curly head feathers, curly cheek feathers, two curled tail feathers, and fluffy feathers on His chest and shoulders. He has honey brown eyes, yellow streaks in his "hair", and freckles on his face, shoulders, hands, and hips. Small reddish scratches can be seen on his legs. He is drawn without clothes.

He is depicted half-lying on a pale yellow background. One of his legs is down and the other is raised up, and the same with his arms. His head is slightly tilted, he looks to the side with half-closed eyes and smiles.

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[3-2-whump]

The Morgue

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Dear Readers,

Yep. This is it. Eternal's last chapter (at least for now). Thank you for sticking around for so long, I appreciated each and every one of you for reading this story and interacting with it! And thank you beta readers @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for reading draft after freaking draft of this story for months now; I look forward to collaborating with you in the future.

The ending is kind of open ended, and I acknowledge this may frustrate some people, but I promise I'm not gonna pull a Netflix and drop this series on a cliffhanger (looks passive-aggressively at Netflix). Whatever happens next is for tomorrow; today, without further ado, here is the conclusion to Eternal!

TW/CW: death of a major character, aftermath of death of a major character, gore /graphic descriptions of a corpse, blood, emotional angst (I think?), nonconsensual nudity, slave whump /transfer of ownership, defiant whumpee, creepy whumper

Khaled was more than a little concerned when he woke up the next morning and his master’s bedroom was still empty. He was downright worried that he had not heard even a word from him by midday. This is so unlike him, Khaled thought as he checked the spare phone for any text messages he might’ve missed in the night. No new messages. Where is he?

He went to his room and retrieved his hidden cellphone from the place he had hidden it. There was one new message from Julio, but Khaled quickly swiped past it to text the one other contact he had on this illicit device.

To: Nic-Nac Have you seen the Boss today? He didn’t come home last night.

The subtle click of the door unlocking made his heart jump into his throat. Khaled quickly hid the phone away, bolted into the living room, chucked off the blanket, and assumed a perfect kneeling positon by the entrance, back straight, chest out, palms down on thighs, just as he’d been trained. His heart sank as the door opened and a man who was definitely not his master entered the apartment.

“Throw a coat on and-” Underboss Luca dropped his gaze down at Khaled once he realized he was not at eye-level. “Oh, right,” he groaned, punctuating his comment with a dismissive eye roll. “Should’ve known you’d be on your knees.” Khaled’s cheeks flushed bright red. “Get up and put some clothes on, we need to go to the morgue and identify a body!”

The last part of that command jolted Khaled out of his conditioning as abruptly as a kick in the teeth. “Wait, what?!” he asked, straightening up from his kneeling position.

“Just get dressed and come with me!” Luca said. He fumbled around his pockets until he found a small key. “You know where the safe is; get your clothes, and let’s go,” he instructed, tossing it to Khaled.

The young man caught it and dashed to the safe in the master bedroom, unlocking it and sprinting with the pile of clothes in his arms to change in his own bedroom. As he quickly dressed, he had an unshakeable feeling of dread. Thomas not coming home at all last night, no communication this morning, Luca coming over, and now this trip to the morgue –it was all adding up. If his master was truly dead, then he had no idea if or when he would be back at the apartment.

Khaled saw the designated hiding space for his cash jar out of the corner of his eye. He yanked it out and emptied it onto the bed, quickly folding and stuffing the dollar bills into every pocket, fold, and crevice of his outfit he could manage. Lastly, he grabbed his forbidden cellphone from its hiding place and jammed it into his pants pocket as he sprinted out to meet his foreboding feeling head-on.

Luca filled him in on the details as they drove to the morgue. A little after six in the morning, a bloodied and mangled body had been found hanging upside down from a crane at the dockyard. The ID in the dead man’s coat pocket had identified him as Thomas J Costa, but his face was barely recognizable beneath the blood and gore. The forensic pathologist would need a positive ID on the dead man’s corpse before they could tell the coroner to issue the death certificate for Don Costa, hence the need for Luca and Khaled to come down to the morgue.

“You know, if it is Tommy-boy on that slab, all of his assets will immediately be transferred to my control,” Luca reminded him, snaking an arm around the young man in a feigned gesture of comfort as they walked to the entrance of the morgue. “All of them,” he whispered. Khaled bristled under the other man’s touch as Luca moved his hand downwards. He did not miss the hidden meaning of those words. He jumped a little as Luca experimentally groped his ass on the way through the entrance.

The forensic pathologist met the men, their androgynous face set into a grim expression. “Next of kin for Mr. Thomas J Costa?” they asked. Both men nodded. The pathologist waved at them to follow them. “I gotta warn you though, he’s not a pretty picture. I cleaned him up as best I could, but just be prepared.”

No forewarning could’ve prepared Khaled for what he saw when the sheet was lifted from the corpse on that autopsy table. He recognized the cold gray eyes that now stared unseeingly up at him, the telltale scar at the man’s left temple, and what remained of the skull and snake tattoo on the man’s left pec, but that was about it. The rest of his master’s body looked as if wild animals had gotten to it. His usual dirty-blond hair was stained a coppery red, matted in places with clotted blood. There were cuts, bruises, and even burns scattered around his face, disfiguring it into something near unrecognizable. A long, jagged cut ran from his jugular down to his sternum, deep crimson with coagulated blood that had long since stopped bubbling from its schism. Deep gashes of a knife punctured his upper body and torso. His privates were…gone… and his legs from upper thighs to ankles were littered in cuts and bruises. The soles of his feet looked as if they had been burned away. Merely looking at his feet made Khaled feel faint, so he let his eyes travel back to Thomas’ face. The man’s dull gray eyes stared up at him.

“Well, is this him?”

“Yes,” Luca answered solemnly. He quickly swiped a hand over his eyes and took a breath to compose himself before turning to Khaled.

No matter how much he wanted to, he could not tear his gaze from the man’s dead eyes. He gave a small nod, at a complete loss for words otherwise. The pathologist merely answered a quiet “okay” before draping the sheet back onto Don Costa’s mutilated body, shielding Khaled from those steel gray eyes forever.

It’s finally happened, he thought. Master is dead… Instead of hope, or sorrow, or anger, or even a sick sense of satisfaction from witnessing this karmic justice, Khaled searched within himself and found nothing. He felt nothing, and then he questioned what kind of person he was, to feel nothing.

“Khaled, hey, Khaled…” a faint voice called out to him through the fog of his mind. Khaled stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move as he stared down at the veiled corpse.

“Khaled, sweetie, it’s time to go.”

He’s dead now, which means…which means what? The feeling of Luca roughly pulling him away from the autopsy table and dragging him back the way they came answered his own question for him. All the while, Khaled took shelter in his thoughts, not even fighting back as he tried to process what he just saw and what it meant for him. The man who had fed me, clothed me, given me everything is dead, and now, what am I?

“Well, it looks like you’re mine now,” Luca announced, pulling on his leather gloves as they exited the morgue and stepped into the parking lot.

That snapped Khaled out of his mind quick. The man who had once openly said he would’ve taken him while he was still a minor flashed him a small, sad smile. “Of all the ways I could’ve gotten you, this is the last one I wanted,” he admitted. He raised a gloved hand to Khaled’s face, gently caressing his cheek with leather-clad fingers. “But maybe, together, we can help each other process our loss.”

No. Khaled shook his head. Luca’s soft caresses quickly hardened into a crushing grip on his face. He drew him in closer until their faces were mere inches apart. “You’re mine now, Khaled,” he growled, glaring into the young man’s eyes. “I never approved of the erratic, unpredictable way Tommy treated you, and I promised myself that when it was my turn, I would be better.” Khaled’s hands scratched at Luca’s arm, which only served to tighten the hand around his jaw. “But not if you’re going to fight me the entire time!” He drew Khaled in closer, too close for comfort, as he maintained that crushing grip on his face. “So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna be a good boy for Master, or are you gonna make me hurt you?”

Letting go of Khaled’s face to allow him to answer was the greatest mistake Luca would make. With a fierce desperation to die rather than be owned by someone far worse than Thomas, Khaled drew his head back and collided their skulls with a crushing force. Both men withdrew from each other, each groaning in pain as they held their heads, but Khaled recovered from the head-butt first, and used the ten-second head start to make a run for it out the parking lot.

“You bitch! Get back here, you stupid little slut!” and various threats of bodily harm were shouted at him as he ran. He kept running, even when he rounded the corner and an exposed piece of chain-link fence grazed his thigh, nipping the skin enough to draw blood. He kept running, even when he wasn’t sure which streets he was running down as he single-mindedly sprinted ahead, most definitely lost. He kept running, even as the tears blurred his vision and the cold air stung his throat and lungs, and every time he tried to blink back his tears all he saw were those cold, dead eyes staring up lifelessly back at him. He kept running.

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[ffairyy-art]

Angeltober Day 8 - Mother 👁️

[unrulyknight]

dyre ode for fattpinup week's final prompt: divinity/challenge mode

i was gonna make this a fun little gif and then. thought for a couple says about it and realized that would make me a style of evil that would not be fun. so. its done! posting now. might circle back once i know how to make gifs

[eldritch-ace]

Coming out as a Hey, Melissa! defender, she’s just girlie pop and I think catboy Paul and dogboy Ted are great additions to the lore ✌️🐈💖

[krscblw]

trans ghouls!!

[ipfy-dot-tif]

have you ever wanted to be, have you ever wanted to see someone better in the mirror?

[krsc2]

[chibishortdeath]

Labeling this one mature cause it’s artistic nudity, which isn’t something I usually draw but yippie! Scar and anatomy reference! :3

I have explanations of where most of these scars come from, so I’ll go through them :)

The massive one covering his whole upper back is the one Dracula gave him and the one that bares the curse. I tried to make it kinda gnarly looking, but still distinctly claw marks. There’s a couple other scratches near it from other creatures.

The ones on his arms come from a couple things. I imagine he uses his arm bracers a lot to block things and sometimes hits are still enough to leave a mark under them. The scars also come from an effect of the curse: rotting. Rot usually starts at extremities and would leave some nastiness there, probably exacerbated by moving a lot. The first three images have the legs not visible but I usually put something similar there too.

Speaking of, the very large ones on his lower legs in the fourth image are burn scars from the scene of X68000 and Chronicles where the rooms before Dracula set on fire! I guess some of it might also be from walking in the cursed swamp too.

Most of the random smaller ones are just generally from fighting monsters. Tbh I’d be more surprised if he didn’t have any scars from having axes and bones and fire and fleamen thrown at him all the time lol.

In the third image there’s a couple bite marks and yeah those are from Drac too. I’ve seen some folklore about vampires being able to drain people long distance or while not being entirely corporal and yeah that sounds like something he’d do through the curse just to make Simon’s life worse. Idk, I have the novel Dracula and I should be reading it for other ideas for stuff tbh. This one might change entirely eh who knows. Either way, I think the curse’s ultimate goal was to make him suffer and then turn him after he dies from it so I wanted to add some more implications that he’d become a vampire if he failed to break the curse.

There’s some other things of note that aren’t scars. I try to make him look a little frailer and thinner in Simon’s Quest cause well yeah the curse. I don’t think it’s noticeable here since the fourth image isn’t the Simon’s Quest design and he doesn’t look much wider whoops. I’ll have to try to keep how ripped he is more consistent in later drawings 💀. Uhh I also try to make his eyes look significantly more tired, way larger eye creases and a bit of dark. If this was a colored drawing there’d be a little red under his eyes and he’d be paler than the last image. Just details to make him look sick ig.

Yeah, these are mostly doodles just for me to look back at and make sure I’m drawing him consistently d(^^ ).

[crystal-clear-crystalline]

[ ID: A drawing of three Winx fan characters mid-transformation into their final forms. They're all drawn in front of a dark grey background as they glow their respective colors (left to right: blue, pink, yellow). /. End ID ]

Oh, magical girl transformation sequences, my beloved <3

[raye-sim]

@windbrook slashed! day three - "the bad girl"

-- jayda collins, she/they -- she thought they were GLAMPING. her roommate nell LIED. & now some killer is out in those trees, picking everyone off one-by-one?! nah, she's out of here. [too bad you usually can't escape from a slasher. jayda's death is nell's turning point. from being scared, to leading the remaining group; determined to outwit and beat the killer.]

[krscblw]

a quick little drawing of cumulus inspired by @crimsonclergy's super cute post (here)! her hair isn't so big when it gets wet..