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guys they’re at it again
vamp's pocket nerd :3
Sorry I just--
The cycle was simple. If Gale was well fed he would plump up like a ripe apple; rosy cheeks and flushed lips and sunkissed skin that could tolerate the sun. His body electric, warm to the touch, deceptively strong. When he was hungry he was pale, wan. Skin leeching to an icy hue, lips and eyes bruised blue. Still beautiful, but colder and less alive. John knew Gale was getting hungry because he would start to feel warm, and Gale cold. And he knew that if he was busting out the fuzzy socks when it was only sixty degrees outside, that Gale was probably feeling pretty good.
It was a delicate balancing act, toeing the line of health for the both of them, symbiotic and parasitic.
The side of John's neck itched, wounds healing flaky and old covered by a high collar. He can feel Gale staring, shoulder to shoulder walking home from work. Around them the crowds of New York move with blatant disregard, paying no more attention to anyone else than they would an ant on the sidewalk. Still, John talks under his breath, knowing Gale will still hear.
"Could just ask-- instead of looking at me like a sunday roast."
Gale huffs, unimpressed, "You're wearin' a jacket in April."
"And you can't feel temperature, there's a breeze."
Silence. John looks over and finds Gale's attention fixed back on his neck, at the pulse beginning to pick up speed, the fearful, prey animal part of John starting to rear its head. He blushes hot, and looks away. They're crossing through Central Park, the weather too good to waste on the subway, and John can see where there's a line of pink spreading across the apex of Gale's handsome cheeks, the skin beginning to look irritated.
John glances to their left and right and then hops off the jogging trail, into the thicker trees and less traveled paths. He doesn't look back, knowing Gale will follow. Does follow, judging by the soft sigh, Gale always silent on his feet so it only sounds like John brushing aside a few stray bushes. When he comes to one of the hundreds of glacial rocks dotting the landscape, he turns around, dropping his backpack and letting the rough granite scrape his shoulder blades.
Like John knew he would be, Gale was right there, eyes flashing a faint metallic sheen, the trees above affording him more shade. Already the pink was beginning to fade, his skin smoothing over. John's eyes drop to his mouth, where two pinpricks of white shine wetly. And Gale's pink tongue beyond.
"C'mon, Buck," he wheedles in the quiet, "I'm good for it."
"I can wait a few more days--"
"Buy me a big lunch after, baby. Come on."
Mostly, Gale moved and acted like a human. People weren't afraid of him. They found him likeable, quiet, soft-spoken and calm. Not easygoing, but more so measured and controlled. He was tall, smart, confident. His eyes didn't normally glow like an animals, and his fangs were kept hidden away. He didn't move like a predator, quick and liquid, sliding into the open space in front of John, who sucks in a breath, heart skipping a beat. The rabbit caught.
Gale presses a soft kiss to John's neck. Then another, nuzzling into his pulse with a slow inhale, a quiet moan. Exhales on a sigh and then John hears the wet sound of his mouth opening. Two quick pinpricks sinking into his skin. He stiffens, the initial feel of something inside him being pulled out agony until whatever numbing venom or magic Gale had made the burn something wildly pleasant. Quickly he slumps against the rock, Gale reaching out a hand to brace them both, the other holding his waist as John settles both hands on Gale's hips, trying to draw him closer.
It's better than a throat wrapped around his cock, a suction all over from the inside out, he's hard so quick it makes him dizzy, Gale drinking from him in slow pulls. John can feel drool slipping down his neck, the sweat drying rapidly on his skin and chilling him.
Slowly, he feels Gale growing hot against him and bucks his hips desperately.
It only takes a quick press, Gale's hand dragging down to flatten over him, a casual kindness that has John grunting and coming in thick pulses, eyes rolling in his head and mouth falling open in a ragged noise. Gale drinks from him through it, pulling off only when John starts to recover, tongue dragging over the marks again and again until the blood stops trickling, leaving John sticky and satisfied and a little lightheaded.
"Jesus," he breathes, laughing lightly. "Never gonna get used to how good that is."
"Mm, come on, we need to get some food in you."
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They come out of the trees a few minutes later, John all easy swagger and Gale pink-cheeked, the freckles on his skin the brightest they've ever been. When John looks over there's a smear of red on Gale's lip, quickly licked away by a pink tongue.
vamp's pocket nerd :3
tried to do nerd werewolf + sexy vampire thing but gale won't cooperate. he just keeps being a babygirl (damn my artstyle)
got so bored i drew ponies
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hello! whats ur policy on ur art being used for pfps? thank u!
yess go for it, i love seeing my art as pfps and headers! just pls leave credit somewhere, i'd be super grateful
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High and Mighty
Oops I saw @moontashpena's new fanart of cowboy buckies with snuggly horses and my hand slipped
(on ao3)
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And he said let's change his name to High and Mighty
Bucks higher than he should, and he's mighty hard to ride
It doesn’t matter when or where John Egan meets Gale Cleven, because when they do they don’t much like each other.
John’s on a winning streak at the poker table and making it everybody’s problem, and Gale’s sitting in the corner nursing a drink sweating in the stuffy late night heat and watching the goings on around him like he’s above all of it, too good to get down and dirty with the rest of them. John’s a reckless showboater who likes getting roaring drunk and hanging around with women in frothy lace dresses with low necklines sitting on his lap, and Gale’s a stick in the mud who only cares about two things: polishing his gun, and tending to his horse.
So it hardly matters when they first crossed paths, pure coincidence and the inevitability of wandering from small town to small town like they do. What matters is that the same night they first crossed paths, first caught sight of each other through tobacco and lamp wick smoke, they also happened to tie their horses up next to each other at the post outside. And, well, if they’d known what would come of that decision neither of them probably would’ve made it.
“I blame you for this,” John tells Gale Cleven the fifth or sixth time they cross, who’s counting?
“How d’ya figure that?” he drawls around the sliver of his ever-present toothpick, still as aloof and unbothered as he’s ever been.
that @moontashpena art had me thinking of a new au and that au is called That Au Where Buckies Horses Are Boyfriends.
And it could be western, could be modern equestrian au but either way both John and Gale have horses. And are John and Gale friends? Not particularly, maybe they don't even like each other that's up to you. But their horses?
Their horses are boyfriends.
Their horses are two stallions and therefore should be wanting to kill each other at any point, right? No.
Those two horses scream for each other if they are separated each other. they HAVE to be turned out together HAVE to be in a stall next to each other or there WILL be problems (famous fence incident where Bucky's horse hopped two fences to be with Buck's) They spend hours grooming each other, resting together, grazing together. Yes they have mares in their herd but you wouldn't know the way the two of them are like Thats My Horse Boyfriend.
Gale's horse bites anyone who get's close to john's. Including John. They have to catch their stupid boyfriend horses together.
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My vision of a James Bond AU
CLINGY GALE CLINGY GALE🗣️💥🗣️💥💥
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