Mommy

Just your normal crazy B!tch

[friedfuckingeggs]

Some Leland Coyle screenshots I pulled from a clip of my gameplay from earlier ♥

feel free to use for art refs or whatever, i tried to remove as much text and game overlay as i could

[bronzedspring]

shoutout to that one time i got softlocked playing as leo

[thesideburnsalon]

Nice video game Hazelight Studios can i add gay angst to it

[thesideburnsalon]

Vincent learns a new meme and won’t let it go for years, guaranteed

[spritefoots-gay-chat]

I got something for yall outlast trials fans with ocs

Prime asset + easterman relationship chart!

Everything was made by me (might post all the little head things in a separate post because im really happy with them)

The speech bubbles are to explain the relationships OR for possible dialogs the characters could have with each other

Here are the things separated so its easier to edit and stuff

I HOPE YALL LIKE IT!!

[doglintime]

say hello to Pushpuff, warrior cat’d Pusher

[raccoonfruitloops]

Yayyy yay pusher cat

[felworthless]

more outlast from twittr.. liliya save meee

[kravchikinsecteater]

Nastyyyy

[bee-llium]

Got something on my face, babe?

[coylessexybitch]

My wife! Hehe

[desired-fantasy-writings]

You Sure I Can Stay? (OC: Constable Elieam Croftferd x Reader)

(Unfinished Draft, Working Title)

“Christ almighty, who would’ve known I’d end up being here this late? So sorry Elieam I should get going-”

“Like hell you’re not-” He cuts you off with a huff, tired. “Look I’d rather not find you in the slammer tomorrow, don’t be sorry, ever.”

Elieam’s voice softens, only ever for you, grabbing your dishes and putting them by the sink.

“I’m more then fine with ya staying the night. I have a guest bed.”

How could you deny him?

You reluctantly agree, much to your nerves of being a bother. “Alright alright I’ll bite… Thank you. I promise I’ll be out by daybreak.”

You see Elieam’s shoulders tense then loosen. He sits back across you from the table, eyes droopy, he yawns.

“In a rush aye? At least stay for breakfast if you… change your mind.”

“Yeah… I might.”

That conversation happens hours ago and now you couldn’t get him out of your thoughts, you never have.

The heater broke beyond hours ago, too, the thin blanket not doing much for warmth anymore - legs curled up against your chest to gain some sort of comfort didn't bring you any relief. You didn't want to bother Elieam anymore than you have. After all, it's not everyday a Constable lets a citizen like you stay over at his home. However, you were freezing, your body covered in goosebumps, shivering in your boots.

Fuck it, you'd rather not freeze to death tonight due to wanting to avoid being bothersome to your Constable friend.

A/N: Doubt this will ever be finished, but a previous ask I answered I thought back on recently and decided fuck it I'll start posting unfinished drafts for the time being. Sorry this is so so incredibly short. Debating whether to quit writing all together at this point I can't sit down and write with all my dedication like I used to. Who knows when my strive will come back, sorry guys. Hope you enjoy this slight bit regardless. I'll someday post more info about my bobby oc.

[mutilatedscrap]

POV: Ur a reagent in an Ultra-Violent Coyle trial and you get too close to the Judge.

The reagent;

[ch3rry-souda]

“Look at my man, isn’t he so handsome?” and then this be him:

[ashill23]

💚💚💚

[riotgurlll-deactivated20251214]

🌊⋆｡𖦹 °.

“M-Mmph!-“ 

He had been going at it for so long… mumbling about how he just wanted to make you feel good, how pretty you were.

His hips slammed into yours from behind, body pressed perfectly against the curve of your back— god,it’s like he was made for you.. made to fit your body. He was planted on one elbow and one palm, aiming his hips the best he could to get as deep as possible inside of you. Why? Well, because you asked. 

Typically you were on top, guiding and controlling him in the most pleasurable way he could imagine.. But all it took was one bad day. One stressful day at work, one word, and he was ready to do anything to please you— make you happy.

He was drilling into you at this point. Well, he had been, actually. His forehead was pressed into the crook of your neck as he cried into your skin, voice cracking. “Gh-god you are so- so pretty…!” He rambled, tip of his cock kissing the deepest part of you. As deep as he could possibly go. “N’you’re so sweet…— sweet, don’t deserve to have b-bad days…” he ranted on, whimpering on about how you deserved the world. 

You could feel him twitching like crazy: his cock, his hips, his hand… he was shuttering, hands gripping the plastic cover over his bed like a vice. “Hah- oh.. s-shii..” he was a mess in your ear, but doing so, so good for you. You had asked him to fuck you stupid— anyway he wanted, just as long as you could forget about the shitstorm of a day you just had. Well, he definitely was doing it how he wanted: he was just dumber than you at this point. 

Still, he kept going. Despite having cum already once, he maintained his mind washing rhythm, filling you to the brim while whispering sweet nothings into your ear like you were some kind of goddess, some sort of sacred thing. Maybe you were to him. 

It’s not that you weren’t making noise— you were— but now you were so on the brink that all you could do was let your mouth hang open slightly as your eyes rolled back. It wasn’t often he fucked you like this— usually it was the other way around. Tonight though was different simply due to your request, and you weren’t complaining in the slightest. 

“M’I doing good—..good? Wanna be perfect—make you feel perfect..-“ he stammered, voice rather husky, whimpers falling from his lips like music to your fucking ears. A breath was sucked out of him, and he mumbled about how tight you were. Tonight, he was more vulgar than usual, in his own way. Everything about him was making you tighten around him. You went to go reply to him: to tell him he was such a good boy. 

However, your words were replaced by a rather shocked whine as the palm placed in front of your face left your field of vision, just for him to pull your hair back and lift you up ever so slightly. “Mmh- please..? Please tell m-me I—“ “Fuck-!”

That was the first time he had ever done anything like that. You weren’t exactly sure why or where it came from, but when he noticed how speechless you were (because you were too busy matching the sounds that he was making) he pressed his forehead against yours. “M’sorry.. so sorry I just.. need to see your face better..? Yeah?”

“Don’t apologize..” you say through gritted teeth, followed by a small squeak as you notice just how tight the knot in your lower stomach had grown at those actions and words alone. “You’ve been a fucking dream, Herman..— please don’t stop..” you whine. “Y’feel so good..—“

At your words of praise he only went harder, and all the sudden the reality of how close you were hit you like a freight train. “Anything f’you..—anything..” Herman whined into your shoulder. You could tell- you could feel it. You felt his hips twitch, thrusts stalling for just a second before a familiar warmth filled in your abdomen at the same time the pressure snapped.

You fluttered around his spent cock, Yur hips shaking in small short bursts as you fought to come back to your senses. “Mph…” Herman huffed, slowly adjusting and flopping onto his side, spooning you while he softened slowly inside of you. You were both panting— holding each other close.

[dirhaelee]

Face closeup details

This are all croppings of the Sinyala Calendar Illustration Collection I'm making! I have made half a year so far!!

I only have 6 characters more to choose yet.. or 5, maybe I'm already working on the 7th illustration, but who else should I totally include on the calendar??

[m0thium]

Y'all, I pretty much never post traditional art online but this man has gotten me all kinds of fucked up, so here we are

[krunchy-bone]

I'm love him.

[coylessexybitch]

I'm soaked