#i lobe sharky

[atoriv-art]

closest allies

[cuddlebugmonster]

-Sniff- SOBS- my sweet babyyyyyyyyyyyyy SHARKY MA HEART !! MA HEART IT GONE AND MELTED, I NO CAN STAND, DA CUTENESS !!!!! I LOBE YOU SHARKY, YOU HAB MA SOUL !!!!!!!<3<33333<3<333

You yeehawed ma sweet rowdy girl and I love it

Eheheheheheheheheheheh @cuddlebugmonster

Like father like daughter! It’s cowboy time!!!

Look at her go!!!

(I imagine Leo used to be a crazy cowboy outlaw. But then settled down to have a family. But Pyon found his old wanted posters and wanted to be like him lol)

[hunnybadgerv]

“Want me to model these for you?” for Sharky and Tayen? 🖤😘

Summary: Sharky has a soft spot for making the deputy grin, even when that’s all there is time for.

a/n: Prompted by NightWingsHero: “Want me to model these for you?” for Sharky and Tayen. Just so you know the moment I saw this, it practically wrote itself. From this list.

Floor Model

Even in the low light they looked perfect. Deputy Tayen Quick’s fingertips traced the outline, the delicate edges tickling her skin.

Warm breath caressed her ear, accompanied with that voice laced with a hint of smoke. “Want me to model these for you?”

Tayen tilted her head as the tip of his nose nudged at her ear lobe. His lips were warm, his stubble rough against the thin skin of her neck. As long as he was content to tease her neck, Tayen remained silent in response to his question. When his teeth scraped over her jugular, she hissed softly and her hand detoured to into his hair.

They’d figured out the little signs. He knew her weakness—that nibbling, kissing, and sucking on her neck. And he knew that when she reached up for him, she wanted his mouth on hers. He responded just as she wished. Soft at first, then, when her lips parted, his tongue dove past. Tayen shifted, turning in his arms. His hands pulled at her hips the whole time. He wanted her close, as close as she did.

Breathless, their foreheads met first, then their eyes.

“So?” he said, between deep, fast breaths.

“How could I ever say no to the sexiest floor model in Hope County?” she replied with a wide grin, repeating what he’d said to her once when she was trying to find something dry to change into after an impromptu swim. Their current situation was far less dire. And she was incredibly curious.

“You trying to sweet talk me, Dep?”

“Hell, yes.”

“Good, because it’s working.” He kissed her mouth hard. Then that comforting warmth he emanated disappeared. Being next to Sharky was like standing next to an open flame—bright, warm, inviting, with a hint of danger.

He hopped over the counter and faced her. His cocksure grin sparked her own crooked smile, then his sweatshirt came off, pulling his undershirt off with it. Both fell on the floor at his feet.

Tayen nodded with unmasked approval and appreciation, waiting.

“Fwoosh!” he sang, guiding the arrow toward his chest and tucking it beneath his arm. He swirled on the spot then fell to the side. He grabbed for the counter on his way down. All the time, offering a vivid soundtrack for his death.

She grabbed the edge of the counter and looked over it.

Sharky lay there, legs akimbo, part on his side and his back. One arm reaching outward for nothing in particular.

“It really brings out your eyes,” she told him with a laugh.

His head turned and he batted his eyelashes at her. “Really?” He pulled the arrow from beneath him and held the fletching near his cheek.

The deputy hopped over the counter and crouched beside him, plucking the arrow out of his hand and twirling it between her fingers. She brushed the soft feathery material over his cheek, then down his sternum before she leaned over and kissed him. “Definitely, but I’m heavily biased.”

“Just can’t resist the baby blues,” he crooned, slipping his hand along her cheek to pull her closer.

She kissed him. It was languid, sweet, unhurried. And she wished that kissing him were the only thing she had to contemplate for the next few hours. “Like I’d ever try,” she told him, finally pulling away and breaking the kiss.

His fingers lingered in her hair a moment, before she leaned back on her haunches. Once she stood, she held her hand out to him.

“And here I was hoping you wouldn’t be able to resist rescuing me.”

Tayen leaned against his bare chest, letting her fingers trace over his ribs as her lips brush against his. She looked up into his eyes, licking her lips. “Let me get through with this thing,” she whispered. Each time he tried to seal his lips to hers, she eased back until he relented. “Then I can rescue you all day long.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” he said, pulling her body more firmly against his.

“Good.” This time when he bent his lips to hers, she welcomed his kiss.

The bell on the front door jangled in the dimness. “I swear to God! If you two are fucking in here, I’ll shoot you both,” Jess’ voice carried through the small building.

Tayen smiled against his lips.

“What’d’ya take me for, chica?” Sharky called over his shoulder. “Charlemagne Victor Boshaw the fourth is not a minute man. And besides, if we were, you would’ve known.”

Patting him on the chest, Tayen laughed softly. She grabbed all the arrows in the bin on the counter, then kissed him one more time. “Meet you out front.”

“Right behind you.” Sharky planted a kiss on her temple before he bent to grab his clothes.

[lord-dusk]

Jurassic Emblem-Chapter 9

You thought JE was merely fantasy? Well, my friend, your mind is about to be mind-blown! >:3

 Teba and Warbler were in the deep sea. Specifically, 35 meters below the isle of Nifl, surrounded by what what appeared to be a frenzy of shear-toothed chameleon-sharks and flame-spewing dolphin-lizards.

How did Teba and Warbler end up in this crazy shit? Well you sea, the two mercenaries had escaped confinement by feigning their death. It wasn’t very easy, given how excellent the olfactory senses of raptors are, and many predators can easily distinguish between a sleeping living creature and a creature whose brains and hearts have stopped. By coating himself and Warbler with their own feces, they had disguised themselves as luxurious buffets for flies, and Echo and Charlie wasted no time to toss the mercs into a man-hole.

Unknowingly to the raptors, the dilo and the salamander were still alive, albeit smelly. They were wandering through the sewers underneath Askr when the floor began to quiver upwards. Teba knew too damn well that shoggoth Andromeda had some news to report to them. They were, under the newly assigned orders by Sha’Rad Yuwi, to find Lucina and the raptors and have them dead with twelve days. Even Warbler for all her toxic personality felt a shiver down her spine;if there was one thing Sha’Rad Yuwi was good at, it was killing subordinates who disappointed her, and Teba and Warbler nodded their hands reluctantly.

“What about the embryos however?” Teba asked.

“Ahhn, don’t worry cute-boy~<3, I’ll take care of things on my part too~.” Andromedra replied in her own lewd way. “Ahhn, I hear Luci-Bluci are at Nifl, so there’s a chance it might be a water level. Teba, you’re fine as you are since you are an amphibian, though you might want this Warbler.” Andromeda formed a part of her gooey body into a cylindrical tank with tubing and a respirator, detached it, and gave the whole thing to Warbler.

“Oh I get it! Now that’s what they call Direct Kissing:French Maid edition!” Warbler cackled.

“Glad you like it, Warbler-chan~” Andromeda was burning hot, despite the cold damp sewers. “Ahhhn, it’s so cute to see you two cuties ready for your mission that I can’t wait for you to COME on down~!”

PLOOOSH! Teba and Warbler were thrown to the water by a push from Andromeda. Warbler immediately donned the respirator, attached the cylinder onto her back. Teba started to swim towards the mouth of the sewer, make their way through the Askran waterways, and head on out towards Nifl where those velociraptors are.

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The waters were dark and freezing, Teba thought. He had hoped that as an aquatic creature, this mission would be relatively easy, given how the environment is within his forte. You would expect Warbler to be a popsicle by now, but she was surprisingly resilient, furiously paddling to create thermal radiation. It had been four days since they headed out from Askr and the two mercs were starting to feel fatigued. Periodically they sit down and rest on the rocky bottoms, eating passing fish that swam by. 

They came across a sign. A metal crossing sign on a rocky cliff over looking a patch of sea-floor below that was neon-lit with various fluorescent lights. Skyscrapers rising into the water column, illuminating the otherwise black sea. 

Teba was quite out of breath, and decided to rest adjacent to the crossing sign. “This looks like a very suitable place to recharge our batteries, so to speak,” the samurai said. “The view here is very magnificently beautiful I might add.”

“I could use a nice bottle of Caubernot Sauvignon to go with the view!” Warbler spoke, stretching her arms and legs. “ My body’s aching from all that swimming we just did over the past few days-wait, Teba, how many days had passed since we left that jail?”

“Well, the answer’s already in the above paragraph.” Teba answered. “Look above.”

“........Awww shit-!! Shit! Fuck! FOUR DAYS!?! Holy macaroni-with-wine the deadline’s in three days! That angry bitch is going to rip our spines out if those rowdy-raptors aren’t dead by then!!”

Teba pat his hand on Warbler’s head, stroking her white hair. “Don’t be so edgy. I have a feeling that those raptors are closer to us than you might  expect.”

Teba loosened up somewhat. “Whats makes you so sure of that?”

“Nothing in particular. I am not exactly sure if my theory is correct, but something is telling me that the lizards we’re hunting are right above us at the surface.”

“You mean those sharky-looking things with googly eyes, long tongues, and fiery throats?” Warbler pointed her finger behind Teba.

“What ‘shark-things’?” Teba questioned, as he spun his head. What he saw chilled him even more than the surrounding water.

 There were a massive swarm of sharks all around them, but they weren’t exactly “normal” sharks that you think of. They were lime-green whose flanks had a red horizontal stripe running down from their odd jaws that are likened to a pair of shears with one row of teeth on each mandible. Vertical light-blue bands crossed the red stripes, and the sharks possessed strange, calculating eyes situated on fleshy pink stalks that spun and twitched periodically.

Almost like the aquatic version of a chameleon,Teba thought, frowning.

There was another group of creatures as well, creatures that resembled dolphins, save for their curious three-lobed tails shaped like those from airplanes, and they were ivory white with splotches of ember orange on them. Their snouts were particularly long, like a gharial’s, and indeed, embers were falling out their mouths.

“Awww hell. Why can’t happy things ever happen to bad guys like us?” Warbler groaned.

Teba was just about to ready his katana blades into battle when something smacked around his belly, wrapping him up and tightening, causing him to drop one of his blades unto the ground. He didn’t have to realize that he was seized by the elongated tongue of one of the chameleon-sharks, and the creature was pulling Teba towards its jaws and was about to slice him in two when the samurai managed to stab his katana under the creature’s upper jaw and out its forehead between the eye-stalks. A deep crimson cloud filled with pieces of brain seep out and the chameleon-shark loosened its grip on Teba, and he was released. 

But when a previous danger passes, a new one immediately begins. A dolphin had opened its jaws agape, and spewed out expansive flames near Teba. The amphibious samurai leapt into the water column, barely missing the flames as a piece of ember had caught on his yukata.

Warbler picked up Teba’s second katana blade and proceeded to slice apart several of the chameleon-sharks and fire-breathing dolphins.”Take that bitches! Oh hey, you dolphins remind me of Celicunt from Echoes-because you girls all have celiac disease from guzzling down raw flour all day! Kahahahahaha~!” Several heads,fins,and tails floated down towards the ground as the waters were reddened by blood and organs-not that you see them in the darkness anyway.

“I see that you’re quite invigorated once more,” Teba remarked, slicing apart fire-dolphins and chameleon-sharks here and there. “If you don’t mind, I think I would like one of my blades back.”

“Sure thing Tebs!” Warbler chirped as she tossed the katana blade she was wielding towards the samurai, kabobing more sharks and dolphins in the process.  The dilophosaur took her Dragonstone from her breast pocket, and proceeded to transform into her saurian form, and tore apart more of the creatures.

“Sword Shield”. Teba activated his signature move. Emanating electromagnetic impulses, he spun his blades all around himself hand-free and shredded apart more sharks and dolphins. The shield might not be able to block the dolphin’s flame-spewing, but it’ll certainly chop the tongues of those water-chameleons. 

There was more slaughter when a bright magenta laser had pierced the ground between the mercenaries and the creatures.

“Alright ladies and mentlegen, why don’t we channel your violence into something more productive?”

A tall inigo-magenta man was floating down from the water column, and landed between one of the dolphins and Teba. 

“Dear me, what if Lady Basilice sees this chaos? She might add it as an action sequence in her writing, tough she does appreciate there will be a percentage of persons that will find carnage as appealing as moldy cotton candy.”

“What reason do you have for stopping our fighting?” Teba questioned the man in front of him, his attire the opposite tone of the samurai’s yukata. While Teba wore yukata that were colorful but not overly garish, the man’s clothes were very flashy. His jacket was deep navy with white and magenta lines, his boots were the same theme, and the man wore blood-red headphones around his ears. Pink and purple chromatophores running down on his cheek and hands added to the neon effect.

The fluorescent man waved to the remaining sharks and dolphins. They held their tongues and fire. “Listen, these guys here saw you wandering on this cliff and they simply wanted to welcome you to our city Neon Choral,” the man explained. “It would seem there was a huge misunderstanding and there was quite the ruckus.”

“May I have your name?” Teba asked.”It would be very tedious to the reader if they had to call a flashy fellow like you ‘The Man.’‘‘

“Call me Laba. Labea Iridophorous. And I would like to treat you to a local tea-house as a form of apology.”

“Will there be some sake as well?” Warbler licked her lips.

“Oh yes, there will be, my dear,” Laba answered, smiling. “In fact, I think I can escort you to those surface lizards you’re so eager to hunt.”

[hunnybadgerv]

Ohh how about 7, to shut them up, with Tayen and Sharky? 🖤

Write Me a Kiss

“Disco rose out of R&B, Motwon, Latin, Jazz,” he told her. Tayen stopped at the top of the hill to survey the downslope on the other side. “They started incorporating synthesized instruments and lavish production that they wove with funk and soul to create a new form of dance music. And Kung Fu Fighting is thought to have provided a road map for the genre. It was catchy, has a great beat, while not being heavy on lyrical meaning. Disco really relied on DJs in the clubs who blended together the most danceable parts of songs to keep people dancing and dancing and dancing--”

The deputy turned and looked at Sharky as he continued on about the rise of disco. Even as the corner of her mouth ticked upward in amusement he was still going, oblivious of almost everything around him except her. Reaching out with one hand, she fisted it in his sweatshirt and pulled him forward enough to make him take a stumbling step toward her. 

“The dance scene in cities like New York,” he said before her lips sealed his. Sharky’s lecture died on his tongue as hers slipped into his mouth. He grabbed her hips, holding on tight before eventually sliding his hands around her waist. One hand dipped and grabbed her ass, pulling her hips against his as he sucked at her tongue. 

Atop the rise, a bald spot in the surrounding tree cover, with the sun flirting with the horizon, they clung to each other. She’d managed to quiet him for a moment, but the sensation of his mouth on hers, him in her arms didn’t really give her a moment to think in the practical sense. 

Though he still held Tayen tight, she eased her kiss, until she was just pressing lingering pecks against his mouth. 

“That your way of telling me to shut the hell up?” he asked, resting his forehead against hers.

“I would never,” she replied with a crooked smile. 

“I mean I’m cool with it, chica. You can stick your tongue down my throat whenever you want.”

Tayen chuckled and hugged him tighter. “You’re crazy.”

Sharky buried his face in the curve of her neck and hummed against her skin. “Thought that was half the attraction.” 

She hissed when his teeth nipped at the thin skin over her jugular. “At least half,” she teased. 

Both his hands went to her rear and held her against him as he rocked against her. 

“One kiss, is all it took, huh?” she teased.

He nibbled his way to her ear, making goosebumps stampede across her skin. She giggled softly as he moved upward. “Hell, you can get me hard with one of those sweet smiles,” he whispered in her ear before taking the lobe into his mouth. 

“Damnit, Sharky,” she mewled. This was not the time or place for this. They couldn’t make came on this ridge, they’d be exposed. “Fuck,” she breathed feeling his erection press against her. Tayen fought her way back to his mouth, holding onto him tight enough to make him certain that she would never let go.

[hunnybadgerv]

WIP Saturday x3

Replying to the generous tag of @weekend-writer. Much appreciated. I wish you oodles of writing success this weekend, if time allows. 

Tagging @sharky-broshaw, @shellibisshe, @swaps55, @painterofhorizons, and @inuy21. No obligation, of course. Only if you’re up for it.

When he bit her neck, she squeaked. It seemed so much louder in the darkness.

While she froze, her lover didn’t stop. One strap of her dress slipped over her shoulder a moment before his fingers tugged at fabric aside to expose a breast; his hot mouth sealed over her nipple before she could argue or suggest someone might hear. Instead, her thoughts swirled in her head, while naught but soft pleased sighs escaped her lips in reply to the tender attentions he paid to her body.

She felt his fingers against her thighs, and managed to catch his wrists before her skirt ended up around her waist.

“Kaidan,” she whispered in a tone just shy of alarmed. “Someone’s going to hear.”

She almost regretted her reason for halting his progress instantly. The absence of his mouth made her tight nipple ache, a sensation that now echoed between her legs.

He leaned over her, features barely noticeable in the stark darkness. But that voice, thick with need and desire washed over her. “It’s possible.” His fingertips swirled around her bare breast. And she could almost imagine the look in his eyes—somewhere between intoxicated and considerate. “Do you want me to stop?”

Stars, that was a good question. She didn’t answer immediately, taking a moment to consider all the options. As if trying to nudge her toward a decision, Kaidan pinched her nipple, sending a shock through her nervous system.

“I hate to, but I will. Just tell me what you want, Nyx.” His voice purred in her ear, his lips brushing the lobe in a way that made her want to feel his teeth tugging at it.

She didn’t want him to stop, but she also worried someone might hear. “Do you think the music is loud enough?” she asked as her hands abandoned him to turn to the interface of her omni-tool. She nudged the volume upward, then increased it a little bit more in the quadrant nearest the bedroom. “That should work, right?”

In the glow of her tool she caught a quick glimpse of the smirk he wore, the hungry way he looked at her. It made it a little harder to breathe. The next moment she was plunged back into darkness and the next his forehead rested against hers.

“You do realize—” his voice—low and rumbling, painted with a shadowy, sultry tinge—reverberated through her as his hands returned to the her thighs, “—you might have to hold back a little, Nyx.” She could feel the brush of his lips against hers with certain sounds, but still he didn’t kiss her. His fingers ghosted over her thighs, causing little muscle tremors here and there. As if by magic, his touch inched up with the retreat of her hem. “But only if you’re really worried about them hearing, or caring enough to investigate a sound that’s clearly an orgasm.”

She gasped when those playfully dancing fingers grazed the soft fabric between her legs. Nyx immediately wondered why they didn’t do this in the dark more. Not seeing him, not being able to predict from the movement of his eyes or his hands what he was going to do was deliciously maddening.

The potential for social regret gave way to his intensity. She wanted him, that was all she thought about as he loomed over her. His hands pinched and caressed skin, sending shivers and shocks through her body like her own personal storm, which only intensified as the hem of her skirt receded.

“I thought you were of the opinion that good sex deserves to be loud?” she teased.

“Challenge accepted,” he said quickly before renewing the kiss.