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Birthday gift for @rockscanfly !! Happy borthday 🥳🥳
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angle i rly like from the cyberpunk sequel.... Charles's braid is so rpetty...
Chiddies wip...
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Title: the succor of friendship Rating: Explicit Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith Status: Complete, 7.1k Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Arthur Morgan Lives, Protective Charles Smith, Male Lactation, Breastfeeding, Sloppy Makeouts, Frottage, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Idiots in Love
Charles eyed the shut door. It was foolish, allowing her between him and the only exit that wasn’t a glass window. But everything about his purpose here was foolish. A desperate action, born of a desperate hope. “My friend is dying. I was told you may be able to help.” She hummed, regarding him over crossed arms. “Just a friend? There is a shroud around you, stranger.” She was perceptive, Charles noted. Whether or not that was due to any sort of real magic was yet to be seen. “I’ve lost…many friends, in the last few months.” “So you’ve survived the loss,” the woman observed, not unkindly. “This one is different?” And didn’t that just sum up Arthur, and so neatly? Who he was, what he was to Charles—that no other man had been? Charles fingered his braid where it draped over his shoulder, remembering the scrape of Paytah’s razor over his scalp, the way he’d wanted nothing more in the moment than to take the blade and run it across his own neck rather than continue to face a world without Arthur Morgan in it. “Yes,” Charles said, straightening. “He’s different.”
Summary: After rescuing Eagle Flies and learning of Arthur’s impending death, Charles seeks out a mysterious witch. He has no plan, save to bargain whatever he can for his friend’s life, even if it means his own. Thankfully, things turn out much better (and weirder) than he expects. Or: Local Man Saves Friend’s Life Through The Power Of True Love, The Method May Surprise You!
(Credit for Charles and Arthur images to @kaphzzz, who incited this madness!)
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fanart of snow bunny!!! for @charles-smith-pillow-princess !! *deafening kissy noises*
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giving charles the rapunzel treatment (?)
MOAR!!
and even more, actually
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uncensored version on:
bluesky
I don't believe in god, but if I did, I'd be saying you're doing god's work here.
... Actually, I'm saying it anyway. You're doing god's work, it's amazing🩷 I love your renders, you're so talented!
Talented as in, I appreciate and recognise the hours of hard work and dedication it takes to reach this level of skill. (There's probably an english word for this, but I can't manage to translate it properly from norwegian, so you're getting the description instead. Enjoy ^^)
Seriously though, I got mad respect!🩷
eheehehehehee im floating in the clouds 😚 <3 thakn you!!!!! lol dont worry idk the english for it either probably i get what you mean! im so happy you appreciate the renders :D
charthur 3d model update log:
i've started work a while ago on making changes to their models to prepare for r18 renders (yes, those kind of renders. >:3 )
as of now i'm almost done :D i've added a lot of geometry (subdivide etc) to their models in order to add detail, and i've tried to edit/sculp some detail into their models where it's lacking (e.g. charles's humungous but very low poly and low detail homghnomghnoughnoughloughongus). i've also painted in some details to their normal maps for bumps that are missing, i.e. charless' chest and arm scars.
(before vs after fix:)
currently attaching peens to their uh areas but i dont want to get thrown into tumblr horny jail so i'll avoid posting anything explicit. when the models are ready i'll be posting the full images to my twitter and a cropped version to this side blog (i'll keep nsfw stuff off my main for Reasons lol)
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“Fuck,” Charles groaned, digging his heels into Arthur’s back to brace himself against fucking up into the other man’s throat. He tried the touch again, unable to choke back a whine when the jolt of pleasure shot through his gut, arrow fast.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Arthur—” he chanted, running the tips of his nails just barely over the curve of his breasts.
Arthur pulled off Charles’ cock with an obscene pop, panting. “Change it up,” he demanded. “Couple a’ circles round those pretty nips, then grab yourself good, squeeze tight.” Then he was back on him, sliding smooth down the length of Charles’ shaft with a wet choking sound.
Charles obeyed immediately, unable to stop the arch of his back when the dirty thrill of being grabbed shot straight to his balls, a precision bullseye.
“Arthur,” he warned, releasing his chest to flick his fingers over his sharp tips, stomach jumping as his balls drew tight. “Close, so close—”
Arthur just surged forward, pulling Charles’ hips closer, taking the last bare inch that he could, nose fully nestled against the thatch of Charles’ curly pubes. His face was a mess, drooling, tears shining wet in the moonlight. He pressed close to Charles with his whole body, greedy, throat jumping and tightening as he swallowed ruthlessly.
Charles abandoned his chest to twist his hands in the thick, shaggy mid-lengths of Arthur’s hair, gripping tight for an anchor as his orgasm swept through him in a bright, sweltering wave of heat that hooked behind his belly. His release burned out from deep inside him to his fingertips, the curl of his toes. It left him trembling, breathless and dazed. Arthur swallowed him deep, one big hand stretching up Charles’ belly to rest possessively on his sternum.
Just as Charles started to twitch and whine, overstimulated, Arthur relented, pulling off to rest the side of his face on Charles’ spread thigh, looking up at Charles through the sweaty mess of his bangs.
“You really like doin’ that,” Charles panted, petting his hands through Arthur’s hair. He smiled when Arthur nudged into it, eyes fluttering closed as he leaned into the scratching of Charles’ nails. He made a soft, sweet sound when Charles ran a thumb against the mess on his chin, ducking to clean the trail of spit and cum from Charles’ fingers.
“You’re pretty when you cry,” Arthur rasped, voice shredded, completely unrepentant. His hand curled over the curve of Charles’ breast, tracing the furrow of his chest, covetous. “Ready for me?”
Charles nodded, scooching back up the cot to settle on Arthur’s pillow. “Just don’t get it in my hair.”
Arthur crawled back up Charles’ body, laying lengthwise against him, head to toe. He looked impossibly fond as he dropped a kiss against Charles’ brow, tucking flyaways behind Charles’ ear, the tips of his fingers lingering on the shell, sweetly affectionate.
Arthur smiled at Charles, precious and secret like the glint of gold in a riverbed. “Sunshine, I would never.”
Charles leaned up, pecking another kiss against those lips, tasting his own bitter salt. “How do we—”
Arthur pushed himself up, rearranging his limbs until he was kneeling on the cot, knees braced to either side of Charles’ waist.
Charles looked up at him, languorous, head resting sideways, one hand in his own hair while the other rested above his head. He stretched, spine arching against the taught canvas of the cot, sated satisfaction burning lazily from the joins of his shoulders to his curling toes. He regarded Arthur from under his lashes, warmth blooming in his chest when Arthur slid one hand to caress his right pec, thumb brushing lightly over his nipple. He tilted his jaw upwards, the sharpness of it beckoning Arthur forth for kisses.
Arthur obliged, nipping at the soft skin under Charles’ chin. That hunger was back in his eyes, sharp as a jackal’s.
Arthur rested his palms on the swell of Charles’ chest and ran his fingers against the abused flesh. With a hot look, Arthur ducked to bite and kiss against his handiwork, sucking further bruises into dark, scarred skin, biting and kissing. Charles gasped, as Arthur pushed Charles’ tits up and in, kneading.
“Fuck, Arthur,” Charles whimpered, toes curling as Arthur fucked his tongue lewdly into the furrow he’d created. “Tryna kill me?”
Arthur released his mouthful with a wet pop, lightly brushing his thumbs against Charles’ nipples just to hear him whimper, strung out and small.
“Just lie back, gorgeous,” Arthur murmured, shoulders hunching in muscular relief against his shirt as he bent double to take Charles’ mouth. “Lemme have ya.”
(from for mountains' majesty, a fic directly inspired by the above as well as my and kaph's unhinged thirst ranting about charles' tiddies)
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kisses and hands 🦌🦬