The Collar
Spotting gage, the jock ran over to the punk and unashamedly pressed his face to the punk's neck, nuzzling him and wrapping his arms around the other man.
A Cheeky Sylveon
The punk frowned as he noticed the sylveon was holding something in one of its ribbons- a small burlap pouch. "give it to me," the punk said, pointing a switchblade at his palm.
Two Sides to Every Tale Ch.3
"i've fought rocks tougher than this," he muttered before raising one foot.... ....and reappearing right in front of the running punk, clothes lining him. the punk groaned in pain as the figure kneeled down.
Reflecting Pond Scum
The punk grinned even more deviously at that, bowing his spiked head. "my apologies... my name is marek, though almost everyone calls me marsh." the punk replied, looking deep into quentin's eyes.
Evolution - Prologue & Chapter 1
The punk in back continued his slow teasing and despite her shame and fear jean felt herself growing aroused. the punk increased his efforts then and began pushing a single finger into her lips.
S'mores
"you like it, punk".
Fuse. [First Commission... He didnt pay for it.]
The makeshift fur was extremely handsome, having the dragons buff frame and the punks midnight blue hair and a few of his piercings and tattoos, he was unlike any other.
To serve and protect....
Heavy moisture ran over the punk's body up over his fur as he began to pant and push his hips back onto the cop's exploring digit.
Rat Park ch3: Setting Sail
Bags slid their way down, fancy leathers and utilitarian hard shells, one that looked like it was carrying a tuba, but nothing that screamed "punk rat from england." she was wondering if there had been a flight mixup when... "fuckin' 'ell!
Sharpen Sticks
Sharpen Sticks Sharpen sticks They're not going to stop us They're not going to change us They're missing the big picture Because they're all poisoned And blind Sharpen sticks We're all out of ammo And the tea kettle's run dry One leg...
Steamed
A lone shadow pads along the darkened hallways, ever closer to his destination. He creeps around corners and down corridors, feeling along the vibrating planks with his pawpads, seeking _her_. He can smell her on the heavy, humid air that rises from...
Day 3 (Rough copy)
_Alessandra DuMourier rises before dawn, slipping out of the tent to stretch and see just what the new day has to offer her. If she had any dreams they do not seem to weigh on the woman. Her coat is hung over her arm, leaving her shoulders exposed to...