ᴡᴏʟꜰ ᴏ’ᴅᴏɴɴᴇʟʟ 🚬

get outta’ his pits, tennesse. . .

He has disposable income.

Give him a list.

smirking— gently staring to pump that knot back and forth in the ferret’s hole, cum from before leaking slightly from that hole. . .

paw grips that cock, gently pumping his boy as he ruts back and forth.

<3

He’s always down for another round— just gotta make sure Ave’s can handle it. . .

You want another load, babyboy?. . .~

@avery-everr.bsky.social

currently cuddling Avery. . .

—with his knot buried in the boy’s butt.

/. bump <3

shoving those fingers deep into that butt, chuckling maliciously as he begins to prod at that prostate.

His other paw grips the back of the other man’s head— placing a small kiss on his forehead before raising his arm.

“ you wanna get that muzz in papi’s pits?. .~”

you know you want to, tenn. <3

erotic symphony.

After a few minutes— he removes his now soaked digits from that slutty maw; watching as drool drips down from them.

What a filthy boy.

Paw moves to hole— as slimy digits start to poke and prod at that tight ring. . .

“ by the way. . .
—i ain’t being gentle.” he scoffs— before

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Thick, calloused digits violate that drooly maw— feeling across fangs and rough tongue. Ol’ hound just adores how eagerly that cowboy submits to him.

Leaky sheath begins to rut against that plump butt— as his erection begins to rise from that throbbing knot-pocket; two eager men moving in

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if you were wonderin’ how he usually leaves his bottoms. . .

—see for yourself. <3

gotta head to sleep.

@raccslinger.bsky.social i’ll gape that butt tomorrow.

few moments rest before his pointer and middle are inside of maw.

“ get em’ wet for papi, handsome. . .”

other’s mouth. He knows how much he loves it.

See, the girls round’ town can’t quite handle a man like himself; a man like Tennesse can handle whatever you throw at him. . .

—or in him.

Pulling tongue out and panting— sloppy strings of hot drool falling between the two men. He only allows a

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That Cooper charm works wonders on the wolf— ain’t nothing on the hounds mind right now but “BREEDBREEDBREEDBREED”. . .

—he’s gonna tear up that hole till’ that raccoon is gaped, leaking, and begging for more.

He mercilessly shoves tongue down throat— growling as he absolutely VIOLATES the

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Tongue roughly pushes past lips— bullying the other’s as drool and sweat drips between the two nasty studs.

Free hand now softly playing with those cheeks and poking at that hole. . .

—cowboy’s TIGHT.

A dark chuckle rumbles from his throat as he stares down the raccoon with a malicious grin. Ain’t nothing better than wrecking a cocky boy like him.

That bravado is earned, though. Tennesse’s got it all. Rock solid abs, arms of iron, and a hole stretchy enough to take Wolf’s MONSTER.

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i write wolf when i wanna pound cute boys with stretchy holes and daddy issues and i write Tyler when i want to be the cute boy with a stretchy hole and crazy daddy issues

squeeze, applying just enough pressure to make breathing a lil’ bit of a challenge before pulling forth and connecting lips to lips. . .

Good boy.

Digits press and knead at muscled stature, grinning softly whilst paws work over that defined, lean body.

Wolf’s more of a stud. He lifts for strength and bodyweight— not for aesthetics. Essentially: old hound is fucking BEEFY.

Paw slowly rises to the raccoon’s neck— before starting to

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lips just inches from the cowboy’s.

“ give your papi a kiss, vaquero. . .~ ”

scoffing, staring right back with that brooding one eyed stare. Light stubble dots his chin— and it makes the hound look real handsome.

“ you’re leakin’ all over my abs, vaquero. . .” he growls, as paws softly work up that waist, tracing patterns on that torso.

pressing forehead to forehead

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“you smell like leather n’ sweat. . .”

paws instantly grasp waist, claws softly digging into tender skin.

“you got hips like a girl.”

Almost as much of a stud as me, cowboy. . .

—now come n’ hop on my lap, yeah?

fuckin’ shithead.

get over here.

get over here then, handsome. . .

no bitin’.

you sayin’ you can take it?

yeah right.

pschh. nah.

gotta keep my breath fresh for the ladies.

he’s in the mood to pound his knot in and out of someone till’ they’re drooling. . .

slut.