#maybe next time

[yuurei]

spraypainted cursed hamtaro from 3 years ago revisited. and the abandoned factory where hamtaro resides.

[thoracique]

THE PITT (CREW) in 2x01 • 7:00 A.M

[ladyloreleimorgue]

My beautiful princess with a disorder

[kit-screams-into-the-void]

woe. ten thousand million doodles be upon ye

[sariphantom]

VIDEO GAMES JAM

Huge improvement over the last few @weeklymagmas jams because I get to draw more than 2 drawings this week. Really love this week's theme.

[ka-mi006]

Down bad Flambae!!

Flambae who makes adjustments to every recipe he knows because Robert can't handle spice, or is allergic to something, or he doesn't like the taste of an ingredient. Who tries out new recipes until he finds Robert's favorite food. Who takes it upon himself to fill out that scrawny ass!!

Flambae who watches Robert sleep against his chest and tries to memorize every single freckle like he's charting the stars, and needs to hear his breath in order to fall asleep every night.

Flambae who knows the rhythm of Robert's pulse by heart and sometimes taps his fingers to it, and is obsessed whenever it quickens under his touch.

Flambae who learns physical therapy techniques to help Robert manage his pain, and helps him stretch and work out to regain his lost muscles.

Flambae who constantly thinks about what Robert would say/react to something, and writes in his Notes app jokes to tell him later because it's his personal goal of making Robert laugh every day.

Flambae who understands every micro-expression Robert makes, the twitch of a brow, the slight pursing of lips, the locking of his shoulders. He knows and mitigates accordingly, mostly with with a warm hand against his nape, rubbing slowly, and is thoroughly pleased with himself when Robert melts.

Flambae who whispers I love you in his head every time their eyes meet but is too stubborn to say it out loud most of the time, so he gets Robert a snack instead.

Flambae who notices a chip in his favorite mug but finds himself liking it even more because it reminds him of an ear with a crescent scar.

[rcntlydcccased]

the people spoke

[chronicgaywizard]

Ghost is strange. He seemed unable to keep his mouth shut around you, always snarking and poking fun at you for your position as field technician on their team. Mostly behind the heavy gunfire, helping make sure everything is working and operating as needed.

“Lil’ runt, just there to tune me up, nothin’ else,” he’d growl at you when you attempted to look at his bloodied shoulder, shoving the piece you needed for the truck to get working again into your chest.

“Christ, runt. You look terrible,” he’d laugh, pulling you out of the mud you’d slipped and planted into on a long trek. Wiping off your face with his sleeve roughly, flicking you on the nose when you complained at the rough texture.

“Finally good for something,” he’d grunt when you would manage to hack the enemy base’s security system, hovering over your shoulder and pushing you away by the face when you snapped at him to shoo. Surely he was annoyed by your existence, by the way he spoke to you.

So why couldn’t you get him to ever actually piss off? Ghost was like a damn shadow, always somehow in your vicinity even though he always seemed to be doing something. The break room, the gym, your work garage when on base. No matter how much you’d swat and hiss and smack at the man, he always seemed to find himself over your shoulder.

He even seemed to take it upon himself to herd you when you stayed too late, sometimes dragging you by your shirt out despite your yowling and snarling. Sometimes he’d drag you to his room, sometimes he’d drag you to yours. Scrubbing you off in the showers like a mangey dog despite your vicious fighting, shoving you roughly into whatever fresh clothes were around and shove food at you.

Then- his favorite part, was pinning you to the bed and fucking you until you were too tired to argue. Brain turned to sludge as he battered your cervix, drool hanging from your open mouth as Simon fucked you like he hated you. His huge, thick hand around your throat, keeping you in place as the lieutenant snarled out a mean laugh.

“Look at you, stupid mutt. Cryin over my cock, are you? Y’look pathetic,” he gritted out, though his voice cracked with the pleasure of your hot wet hole. You hadn’t even realized you were crying- face already wet with drool and sweat. You let out a growled whimper, choking on the sound as Simon’s fingers started tugging on your little t dick again. You were already close- shot over the edge for a third time as you thrashed against his heavy weight draped over your frame to no avail.

“Fuck- that’s it, good boy. Tight fuckin’ hole, shit- you’re so much better when my cock’s inside you, huh?” He croaks, hips not slowing down as overstimulation hit you like a brick. His fingers refusing to stop, his cock practically carving its shape into your poor hole- your squirt spraying out against his hairy stomach as you wailed.

The sight was too good, too fucking good for Simon to handle. Hips stuttering, raspy and desperate moans escaping his throat as his cum filled you to the brim. Your fucked out face was so pretty, sweat glistening against your soft skin like an angel as your arms finally let go of him and collapsed against the sheets. Simon couldn’t stop himself, working the both of you further into overstimulation as he slowly grinded his cum deeper inside of your sloppy little hole.

“Fuuuuuuck, thats it. C’mon, mutt- keep it in,” he huffed out with a laugh, watching you instinctively lift your hips up to follow his instructions. Now- he might’ve lied, saying that the sex was his favorite part. Well- it was PART of his favorite part.

His real favorite part was watching you really start to sob, pitiful and falling apart under him as you come down bit by bit from your high. He lets out a coo, kissing your cheeks as soft as he could manage. Clinging to him, cum dripping out of your hot cunt that was still squeezing his soft cock.

“Shhh, that’s it, good boy- you did so good, see? So good,” he cooed, laughing when your fist loosely batted against his wide chest. “You’re- such a- jerk-!” You sobbed out, bottom lip trembling in his favorite way as your little stupid puppy brain was in full swing. Too fucked out to hold your tongue anymore, to try and pretend you were some big strong dog. Too fucked out to remember how nice he was being.

“I know, I know puppy. Your cunt just creams so good for me when Im mean,” Simon’s voice is a soft murmur, curling around you and wiping your tears with his thumb. Petting your sweet hair, huffing it as you were pulled into his arms. Cum still covering the both of you, your poor little face all puffy from crying now as you settled against him.

Sniffling against his tit, bleary eyed and exhausted to the point where you couldn’t be bothered to even try to think anymore. Just passing out against him, snoring against hot scarred skin as his huge arms held you in a vice.

Yeah, that sight was his real favorite part.