#*insert grabby hands here*

[noodles-and-tea]

[ofblackskies]

Two things.

First: yes I want to ship. There are no ships I don’t want. Do I want canon ships? Yes. Do I want ships that should have been canon? Yes. Do I want crackships? Yes. Do I want ships that make no sense? Absolutely. Do I want ships where the two characters don’t even make sense to have met but we figure it out? Uh huh! Yep! Gimme!

But also, thing two: if you don’t want shippy ships, I live for other ships. Friendships. Familial relationships. Enemy-ships. Literally just all the things I can get my hands on. If I follow you and you think I just want a certain ship? Yeah probably but also I want the weird shit so gimme please.

[logansargeantsbabymom]

GIRL YOUR NEW LEWIS STORY????? HELLO??? WHY ITS SO GOOD???PLS CONTINUE????

ask and you shall receive. ENJOYYYYYYY🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🎀🎀🎀🎀

ladies and gentlemen I present to you,

Pillowtalk

Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader

part 1 I

Warnings: Smut, Oral, Overstimulation, Light Slapping, Squirting,

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Once both Lewis and I found out that I was capable of squirting he’s been doing anything he can to get me to do it again.

He’s fucked me in so many positions trying to get me to squirt again. Missionary, Doggy, Cowgirl, Reserve Cowgirl, The Pretzel, I mean we’ve done it all and each orgasm wasn’t the one Lewis was hoping for.

“Lew, Puh-Please, I can’t take this anymore. I’m so sore” I whimpered against his lips, my thighs shaking with such force I looked like I was trying to win a twerk off.

“We’re not done until I pull another squirting orgasm from you darling” the look in Lewis’ eyes told me that he in fact was not lying and that he would actually stay here all night until he was able to pull another out of me.

We’d been in the Hot Seat position for the last almost 10 minutes and Lewis was hoping that this new position would be a game changer in terms of making me squirt again. The one hand that Lewis had resting flat against my stomach traveled down to my clit, rubbing harsh and fast circles around the already swollen and already overstimulated bud.

I honestly lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had today from the last 2 positions alone, imagine how many more Lewis is gonna pull out of me as he continues to to find what made me explode.

“You gonna tell me how I got you to squirt or are you really gonna make me fuck you every single way until I get that reaction again?”

I dont know how I did it, really, it just kinda happened. It couldn’t have been the overstimulation, I’ve been overstimulated I don’t know how many times in the last 45 minutes. Was it the handcuffs? Maybe, that had been the first time I’ve been handcuffed. Or was it the fact that I was helpless while Lewis provided himself his own pleasure?

“Mmm d’know”

“Or was it when I had you cuffed up and helpless?” a moan escapes past my lips “Do you want to try that again? Hmm, wanna get locked up again?” a breathless ‘yes’ escapes past my lips.

With that, Lewis recuffs my wrists to the handcuffs that he left hanging from the bed posts. A look of adoration and lust filled Lewis’ eyes as he stared at me. I was helpless, naked and aching for him. I watched as Lewis’ eyes raked my whole body before ultimately landing on my core and he watched as my pussy leaked for him in anticipation.

“I can see your pussy dripping for me. This must be what made you tick, you like being helpless” My pussy clenched around nothing. Something about his words did something to me. “I’m gonna eat you out again, okay princess” Lewis stared in my eyes, not moving a muscle until he got a response and my subtle nod was enough clarification for him.

Without warning Lewis licked a stripe up my slit, circling my clit before sliding down and into my whole. Lewis repeats this motion a few times before he places a soft kiss on my bud and stops. My hands instinctively go to push his head back down given that I was close to my 12th orgasm tonight, god knows how many more I can take before I actually die from pleasure.

“Don’t want me to stop, do you?” A muffled ‘no’ escapes my lips, the muffled noises I made quickly turned into a mess of moans as I feel 2 fingers insert me.

Lewis’ fingers are long and girthy enough to hurt for a second as they were thrusted into me. Lewis sets a decent pace as he leans up to kiss my lips

“Please, never stop. feels s’good” the second those words left my mouth Lewis did in fact stop. A whimper left my lips at the sudden loss of contact but Lewis quickly caught me up to speed on what was going on in his head.

“S’okay darling, I’m just grabbing some more stuff for us to have fun with.” I watched intently as he walked right back to the bed side table, opening the drawer pulling out a blindfold, vibrator and a cock ring. Walking back over to the bed Lewis quickly pulled the blindfold over my eyes, placing the cock ring on himself after setting it to a medium fast pace and placing the bigger vibrator on the highest setting, slowly placing light touches of my body with it as it send small electrical bolts all throughout my body.

Lewis first started off by placing the big vibrator against the skin under my collarbone and he watched as my body tensed at the feeling. He let it rest there for a second before slowly bringing it down to the valley between my breasts, slowly gliding it over one of my nipples while his mouth attached to the other, tongue circling around the bud of my nipple.

Having one of my senses taken from me meant that my others heightened. Lewis' touch sent me into a frenzy before losing my vision. Now? My god, I was gonna explode at any second due to the vibrating against my breasts. A pathetic string of moans and whimpers leave my lips as Lewis keeps sucking on my nipples, the hand that was previously circling the drags the vibrator down to my aching clit. The vibrations bringing me close to the orgasm Lewis left me hanging with and the way my body jolted, he knew I was close which prompted him to attack my pussy with his mouth.

Everything was too much for poor old oversensitive me. Too much pleasure, too much pain, my nerves were going into overdrive “Lewis, please. I’m gonna c-cum, fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkkk” my body shook with my 13th orgasm. This time, it was the squirting orgasm Lewis was begging for. When I started squirting, something snapped inside Lewis and he opened his mouth that was already by my pussy. He collected my pussy juices before spitting out some and swallowing the rest.

“Fuck, Darling. You taste s’good. I love every bit of you, mmmm.” Lewis murmured as he continues to work me through this high. His lips attack my pussy again as he murmurs more things about how good I taste and how he could never get enough of me. My body shook as my legs encase his head between them.

Lewis’ mouth attacking my pussy was brief because after a few laps of his tongue on my already sensitive clit, he grabs my thighs that were trapping him and forced them open before aggressively thrusting his rock hard and aching cock in me.

My hands instinctively reach for the blindfold so I can see him as he relentlessly fucks my pussy at such a pace I was sure the whole neighborhood knew we were fucking. The bed moves inch by inch with each thrust and squeak of the bed.

At this point I had tears streaming down my face, I was losing my voice by how much I was screaming out his name and moaning in pleasure, my body was littered with so many hickeys it looked like I was found in a huge pile of snow and had major frostbite.

I can tell Lewis is getting close to his orgasm by the way his hips faltered and the grip he had on my waist.

“Mmm let me see your pretty face as you cum again.” his one hand goes to reach for the keys to undo my cuffs “you like my cock buried deep inside you, don’t you?”

The second my hands were set free, I ripped off the blindfold and my body reached behind his to pull him closer to me.

“Harder Lew, fuckkk I’m gonna cum. fuck fuck please i’m cumming.” I squirted again. Harder this time. Lewis only lasted a few more thrusts before he spilled his cum inside of my cunt.

“Fuckkkk, mmm you feel s’good. such a slut for me, my beautiful baby.” Lewis fucked me through both of our highs before he plopped his body down on mine as we both tried to catch our breath, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy.

Lewis pulled out of me before he flipped me around so we were cuddling.

“goodnight beautiful, we have a LONG morning awaiting us”

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[semicolonsspace]

Thinking about needy!Stiles and how he just wants to be inside you while you're busy reading or doing something.

Oh, Bitchhhh YES

You would be sitting there lying down on your bed, and he's just lying on your chest. His soft grabby hands are kneading your body. His hands would travel under your shirt, or rather his shirt that you stole from him.

Soft music would be playing from your radio, calming the both of you. The window is cracked, the soft low breeze blowing in. It moves your hair along with his. He shivers closer to you and you look down at him, moving the book out of your vision.

"You okay, baby?"

He groans in response, his hips grinding into your leg. You feel his harden groin rub against you and you chuckle. "I'll take that as a no."

He whimpers when your knee rubs the head of his dripping member. "Just please let me."

"Please what?" You asks curiously. At some point a bookmark is in the pages of your book and long forgotten. Your hands scratch into his scalp, soft breathing emitting from his parted lips. "Put it in you." His words spoke little with need but you know what he meant.

"Come here, love." He obeys and he crawls over you, hovering over you. He moves aside of your shorts and underwear and his dick slides against your slick folds. You hiss when he inserts into you, your cunt clenching on him. He groans when he's fully sheathed in you and he wraps his arms around you, his head going into the crook of his neck. "That better?" He nods into you, his hands grabbing the fabric on you. You continue playing with his hair and you chuckle when you hear soft snores. "Poor baby," You grab your book again and you continue reading, while one hand continues to play with his hair.

[makethemhoesmad]

that little black dress

wrote this quite quick

just felt baddie

maybe i can make it angsty with a part 2

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you loved it when kate got desperate. when she liked what you were wearing that night, and she got grabby. like today, when you were wearing that little black dress that was just a little too short for you, so she told everyone you had to leave. 

“come on baby, we have things to do,” kate said to you, dragging you out of the door and out to her car.

“kate, we’ve barely been here an hour!”

she glanced at you, the look in her eyes telling you that you should probably be quiet. she opened the back seat of the car and shoved you in first, then crawled in after you and slammed the door. she pressed you against the seat, kneeled in front of you, held your legs apart, pushed your panties aside, then pressed her tongue right against your core.

“aahhhhhmmgggg kate what the actual fuck?”

she doesn’t answer, just laps at your clit while she inserts two fingers into you. 

you brace yourself against the seat as you climax, kate showing no signs of stopping. you start to lift your hips in an attempt to signal her, but she moves her free hand up to hold you down. you squirm under her grasp, tears and sweat running down your face when she finally pulls off. she climbs into the front seat and turns the heat on, then picks you up and carries you to the passenger seat.

“you did so good for me baby, i just love that dress.”

she reaches over and takes your hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over the back of it. “i love you,” you tell her, bringing her hand to your mouth and kissing it. 

“i love you too princess”

[mwahbabe]

Chloe with a pretty stoner gfᵀᴹ 💨

tags: fluff, drug use(duh), gf!chloe gf!reader, hyperfem!reader.

a/n: pretty much a self insert but shhh.

☆️ our chloe loves to engage in the mary j/zaza/ganja/good kush/ this we all know.

☆️ and you being a frequent indulger in such things too as well as her girlfriend duh you two are perfect ^^

☆️ your pink and feminine style clashed with her darker punk and “masc” style is honestly a power couple move.

☆️ she teases you here and there but you’re her girlfriend and she finds the fact you embrace your femininity and feel good in your own skin cool and endearing. plus… you’re hot.

☆️ when yall smoke she’s 100% the type to roll your joints and light it for you as you inhale.

(i know cuz i was there.)

☆️ claiming it’s cause you never do it right but it’s because part of her love language is acts of service.

☆️ teases you about your pretty pink kit set, the pink lighter and hello kitty grinder the cherry rolling papers.

“I don’t get it, I thought hello kitty was for kids-”

“it’s cute, plus your grinder is old as shit chloe.”

“hey! it does the job princess.”

☆️ you always have those strawberry/cherry rolling papers with you.

☆️ chloe tells you they’re a waste of money and pointless

“newsflash babe, the joint is gonna get you high no matter what flavour it is.”

“okay? and they’re yummy.”

☆️ until she tries the pink cherry joint and realises they ain’t that bad after all, and she starts buying them. she’s more of a green apple/cola rolling papers gal though. (they’re delicious.)

☆️ makes fun of your heart bong but ultimately ends up stealing it since hers broke.

“what? i dropped mine.”

☆️ you can never be mad at her for that since she shares her weed with you, it’s only fair.

☆️ the way the both of you message frank is so hilariously different. we’ve seen how she messages frank in bts when she wants to score, but with you it’s:

“hiii can i get come pickup now?”

f: “yea.”

“yayyyy :3”

f: “wtf.”

☆️ chloe has to remind you he’s a drug dealer not a friendly neighbour. but she finds you adorable.

☆️ plus she’s too protective of you and will go and pickup for you instead.

☆️ listens to whatever random shit you say when you’re faded than a hoe. a lot of times she’s not listening though. too focused on how pretty you are with that glazed over expression and giggly mood.

☆️ though it can be the other way around too. sometimes she’ll go on and on about whatever comes to her mind, bouncing from topic to topic to where your fried brain can’t even keep up. and you’re definitely not paying attention. “blah blah blah proper name”

☆️ buys or makes whatever munchies you ask for, since she’s actually not a bad cook since she learnt a few things from joyce.

☆️ pretends to get mad when your lipgloss stains the joint.

☆️ chloe isn’t having none of it when you try and do her makeup while you’re both fried. especially when you try and put lashes on her.

“pleasee? just let me see how they look-“

“not happening princess. i know i told you i had a pirate faze as a kid but i don’t plan on having an eye patch anytime soon.”

☆️ wake n bakes with her every morning.

☆️ chloe can’t escape your grabby hands when she lights up in the morning, even if she wakes up before you, smelling that za you’re up now.

☆️ morning snuggles after a sesh are always happening with her.

☆️ will 100% buy you whatever smoke supplies you want, she can’t say no to you when you bat your lashes at her and point to it in the store. not that she ever would say no to you.

☆️ chloe price is head over heels for you and her stoner ass loves your stoner ass <3

[hakunoluvr]

IN ANOTHER WORLD..... ANOTHER AU..... ANOTHER... SOMETHING-

also the f in fyodor does NAUT stand for fate but like 🤪 I SAW THIS AND THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY WGDJWHFJWBD

bREAKS YUOR DOOR DOWN LIKE BIG BIRD!!!! can u 🥺 assign hakunochan 🥺 one 🥺🙏 PWEASEEE 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

/ UWAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! HOW CAN I N O T ASSIGN HAKUNOCHAN A HUSBAND!!? OK SO LIKE! there are so many options actually- In no order in specific, these are the ones I would assign to moon lady;

Charlie: I think that he would be her idiot ur honor; like,, his goal is to look the coolest for his wife, he has to !! he would want to be the bestest and most awesome husband ever ✨✨✨ (and I'm not even mentioning their dynamic in extella bc I have to rewatch it again but there is also that to add too) when ur knight in shining armor does come in shining armor but- wait, where is the horse !?

Kadoc: emo. That's it. He can be a little pessimistic sometimes but he is always trying his best despite the tough times and don't ask me why but I just think they could have a cute dynamic because of the contrast in their personalities; once u get to know kadoc it's easy to realize that he has a good heart as how da vinci said, and considering his last appearance in the 7th lostbelt and how he is a bit more open, i think it could lead to funny interactions between them

Caeneus: caeneus is a pretty proud character but I feel like hakuno has that kind of silly straightforwardness that would make him get embarrassed all the time OIREUTRTYRIUY like i think about his april fool's line: !A scary person who's acting all tough from the very beginning. This Servant gives off a strong "piss off" vibe but with a little treat, negotiation is possible." (<- the little treat is her attention) also i just know that he would rip someone's arm off if they mess with his moon lady

Moctezuma: mocte: -angry and resentful- hakuno: -pokes him in between his furrowed brows- mocte: -not angry anymore- I THINK THEY COULD ALSO BE FUNNY- he would have an undeniable soft spot for her that even with his stubborn pride it would be evident to everyone else in the room- is it bias? absolutely not (it is)

[palskippah]

Hi!!

Here's two pages of sketchy drawings of Queen River and baby Bowser bonding I did for @raysbrainrot! I loved drawing it, thank you very much!!

(Here's my commission info btw!)

Also, here's a few points that I think are nice to say but didn't fit in the drawings :''v (I have so many thoughts of them hepl 🧍)

-Queen River tried to sew a bib for baby Bowser bc he was drooling everywhere and of course she could buy them the nicest bibs in the whole kingdom and all- but she wanted for it to be special. She knew that many koopa mothers usually made clothes (only when needed because koopas don't really use clothes but babies sometimes need them) or accessories for their koopalings, so she tried that too.

>Thing is, she's much bigger compared to her own baby, and she struggled a lot to sew Bowser's name on the tiny cloth, she used no more than five stitches for each letter and even then she didn't account for the space needed, so all she could put there was 'BOWS' with a crooked S.

>She was embarrassed as hell when Kamek asked what was it that had her so upset and she showed him the sewn bib while he looked at it and she covered her face in shame, he started to laugh- and then the drawing happened and that.

>Kamek started almost always dressing baby Bowser in that bib, and soon the nickname 'Bows' stuck for a while, until the queen died and from then on Kamek started calling him Bowser or 'little prince' or 'your *insert current emotion*-ness' solely, bc it was the queen who (without meaning to) gave Bowser the nickname, and it was like a reminder that she wasn't there anymore. With time, the nickname faded into forgetfulness, and no one ever called the koopa prince that anymore.

-Btw remember that baby Bowser had like they/them pronouns mostly bc they didn't have idea if the baby was boy or girl 🧍something about royal koopas idk

-When Kamek told Luigi of all he could remember of the queen and Bowser bonding, there was a very clear fondness in the way he remembered her, even after so many years (Bowser's like thirty-and-a-few years old, so it has been so long ago), and that's another part Luigi thought was very adorable, aside from the mom and baby.

-I imagine babies marvel at the fact that there's a very big being taking care of them, so imagine baby Bowser also thought so of the very big koopa that always was very sweet and congratulated him even when he didn't do anything and cuddled him very lovingly- and then one day she wasn't there anymore and it felt like he lost a part of himself (I can't remember when is it that babies realize their mom isn't a part of themselves?? But :''''v), even if the other being that took such good care of him (dada) was still there, he cried a lot because the main one (mama) wasn't there anymore and no matter how much they called her she didn't come to comfort them.

That's all pipipi :'v I love them

Addition!

-After Queen River's death her portraits and pictures had to be taken down in the whole castle (maybe except the one in Kamek's room, which he looked at very sadly-) because baby Bowser kept seeing them and getting excited and making grabby hands to the portraits to reach them, and then they'd get sad and would cry when the paintings obviously didn't reach back for them. Kammy and Kamek (with a big pain in their heart) had the paintings and any art representing the queen to be taken down, so the prince wouldn't see them. That's also why Bowser started forgetting about her very quickly, and then they didn't get sad nor missed their mom 👍 cries

[f10werfae]

Ass too cute

pairing: Biker!Henry Cavill x Bimbo!Reader

summary: Henry takes his baby home and shows her (and her ass) some tender loving care(Slight ddlg)(softDom!Henry)(Smut)(aftercare)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/Disclaimer 18+

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“What you need baby? You want my lips? Wan’ me to teach you how a woman should be loved?” Henry cooed tracing his thumb under her bottom pouting lip, his hands were holding in place the same toy she had made for him, her voices coming out strained as she ground her hips against the soft plush; Henry’s other hand cupping her face affectionately as he denied her of his kisses

Y/n bit her lip in anticipation as she watched a rough group of men entered the Saturday market, the stuffed crochet toys she had made all laid out on the table; her eyes widening as she watched all the other stall owners leave in such a hurry. Eventually leaving her as the only stall in the whole street. Her smile never faltered as the head of the group approached her, his facial hair grown out, his hair black and short. His blue eyes staring into hers as his heavy books clinked while he walked over, his skin slightly tanned and glowy with sweat.

“Hey sir welcome! I’m (insert business name) and I make crochet cuties based on your aura” Reciting her business selling phrase, she played with the ears of one of the woollen rabbits on the table as he simply just looked at her. His other companions dawdling by their bikes near the entrance, cheeky grins on all their faces as they watched their supposed leader interact with such a pure innocent soul.

“Really? What one would I be then dollface?” He inquired looking over the array of absolutely adorable stuffies on her wooden table. Y/n’s stomach grew warm and flutter just at the simple nickname, her face felt warm and dare she admit she felt a certain wetness start to pool at the core. “U-uhm I think maybe” Y/n cut herself off trying to distract herself, looking up at the big burly man in front of her, before returning her gaze back to her works. “This one is you dadd- sir, big n’ cuddly, a bear”

“How’d you know i’m cuddly?” His southern accent thickened, leaning forward onto the table, his head cocked to the side. “Well I uh”

“I’m just playing sweetcheeks, how much for the bear then?” Chuckling he brought out his leather wallet, “Since you’re here visiting, you can just have it! I think he needs a nice adventurous lovin family” Wrapping the brown bear in nice tissue paper she handed the plush over, her eyes widening at the mere size of his hands, thinking about how he could man handle her into any position he wanted.

“Ya from around here then?” Quirking his brow up, “Hen stop it, you’re scarin my customers away” Y/n whined when Henry walked around to the back of the stall where she was, his hands reaching around her waist, leaving her breathless as little one of his hands pushed her into him. Her arms trying to swat away the grabby arms of her playful man, he loved rocking up to her work acting as if he was trying to pick her up. Leaving his woman bashful and bothered, with her wanting nothing more than to just come home with him already. Their own little game of roleplay.

“Awk m’sorry pumpkin, ya know I can’t be away from my doll for too long, m’goin through withdrawals” Henry growled into her ear, lowkey grinding his hardened cock onto her dress covered thigh. Her voice coming out in gasps, quietly thanking the tarp that was covering them from the rest of his rowdy group of bikers. “I’ve- I’ve only got a few more hours here at the market” She whispered feeling him nip her ear, his hands gripping her waist tightly. “A few hours too long pup, I need you now, you gonna deprive me of my pussy?”

“No but- but you know the rules! You get me at home daddy, not here, not in front of them” She nodded towards all the small plushies facing them, her hands on each of his pecs, “Fine. Whatever” He grumbled chasing her lips with his, his scruff scratching her cheeks in all the best ways, giving her the tingly burning sensation. “I live for your lips, want them all over my body” He gasped breaking their kiss, his tongue swiping over her bottom lip, Y/n’s lip gloss already covering his lips in pink speckles of glitter.

It was an understatement to say that Henry was in love with Y/n, he was absolutely obsessed. The way she talked, walked, breathed and just everything about her made him swoon and hard. Henry first met her on one of his bike stops on the other side of the country, she had been working as an ice cream girl when he stumbled upon her sweet self. He devoured her being, teaching her about herself, helping her to explore her own body. How to pleasure herself.

“Don’t leave me please, i’m tired of bein’ people’s summer romance” Y/n whimpered after one of their lovefuck sessions, his hand grazing up her arm affectionately as they lay on her bed, the sound of crickets ringing through her small bungalow home. Small trinkets decorating her room of all her own little travels around the country. She hadn’t given herself like this to anyone before, but she had her fair share of romances from the different men that had travelled through the town. Only for her heart to be broken each time when they would leave to go back home, to never return.

“This isn’t a summer thing, this is a for life thing doll, if you’ll have me” He whispered looking down at her, leaning forward for a soft kiss onto her lips, her eyes gleaming up at the man she had now fallen in love with over this new summer. “I’ll have you, forever” She giggled wrapping her arms around his torso, nuzzling her head to his hairy chest, his warmth enveloping her with so much love and affection. “Come with me baby, travel with me” He suddenly said out of the blue, leaning up on his body to look down on her, brushing back some of her hair behind her ear.

“W-wait what? Just out of nowhere? What about all my things? Where would we even go-“

“shh babydoll, just tell me yes or no n’ i’ll handle everything else. I just wanna hear your answer” Henry’s hand traced along her jaw, a smirk growing as she nodded into his hand, “Yes, I-I wanna go with you Henry, take me with you”

That sentence was all Henry needed before he packed up his babygirl’s belongings over the last few weeks of summer, hauling them into a truck and got it delivered to his stationed home somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Where Y/n now found herself truly chasing her dreams, living her days out in the sun with her own hunk, using her passion of crochet for a small side business.

Soon enough they fell into a dynamic where Henry found himself wanting to do nothing more than to care and provide for his baby, with them finding comfort in the newfound love they had for each other.

(Back to present time)

“Can I have a few of these ones delivered then? I want them to delivered home” He said pointing at the whole bunch of stuffies on the table, “All of them? You want all of them?” Y/n tilted her head with furrowed brows, “Yes pup, I want all of ‘em, put each of them in the nurseries m’building”

“Shut up, we still got a ways to go with babies” Y/n whined pushing him away playfully, feeling his fingers cup her face to make her look at him, “m’ bein’ serious, I wanna buy them all and I want them delivered home”

“Y-you just want me to come home” She smiled swaying side to side, she knew how much he loved her, in fact it was as if he couldn’t breathe without her right beside him. “Is that so wrong doll? Wanna feel your tight little pussy clench around my cock, been thinkin’ about you all day, even had this just to sniff at every so often” Looking down he showed her, her purple lacy underwear from the night before which undoubtedly had her juices on it. “You’ve had my thong in your pocket? All day? Really Henry?” She whispered shocked, shoving the fabric back in quickly just in case anyone walked in.

“What you embarrassed pup? You smell fuckin’ divine, the way you took control n’ fucked yourself all on me” Pulling back he looked up and down, taking her in, the way she looked so fresh and ready for the day. “You’re so annoying sometimes, now go away”

“You want me to go away? Your future husband n’ father of your kids? C’mon pup don’t play like that” Henry joined her in putting all the cute animals into a huge ikea bag, hauling it onto the back of his bike. Helping her secure herself onto the second seat, her turned around to give Y/n her own customised helmet. A pink fluffy one with bunny ears, made just for her. “Y-you have to make me your wife first Hen” She smiled widely as he secured the fastening of the helmet, his heart pounding at just how adorable she looked in her own biker jacket and pink helmet.

“You wanna be my baby wife? Want me to take care of you pup so you don’t have to think about anythin’ but lookin’ pretty n’ makin cute little toys for our babies?”

“Mhm yeah, wan’ it so bad” She giggled leaning forward and kissing the cleft of his chin through the stubble, the prickly feeling reminding her of when he gave that same sensation between her legs just last night. “Yeah you do pup, I want it bad too”

“Then jus ask me already!” She whined stomping her foot that was on the ground only to pout when Henry lightly tapped her on the thigh, “Ey you know I don’t do well with attitude pup, that’s not the same happy girl I know”

“M-m’sorry” She whispered leaning up for another sloppy short kiss, her hands gripping onto the bottom of his shirt, watching as he then settled in front of her with her hands wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Right pup you’ve got five seconds” Henry whispered as soon as they got through the front door of their home, Y/n’s arms filled to the brim with the animals she made, only the top of her forehead peeking out as she insisted to carry in her woollen babies. “F-five?” She squealed out quickly throwing the stuffies onto the couch as she ran upstairs in a hurry, her heartbeat quickening once she heard his thundering footsteps chasing after her.

Her breath getting caught in her throat when she felt his arms latch around her waist and ironically lay her down gently onto the soft cotton sheets of their shared bed. “You look so pretty pup” He gushed showing his canine smile, pulling her down towards him as her dress went up to her waist. “Really pretty?”

“Soso pretty baby, prettiest of them all” He leant down unbuttoning the front of her beautiful dress, her bare breasts popping out all sun kissed from the recent heatwave that had hit their small town. Courtesy of the fact that she had spent the weekend tanning nude (as per Henry’s request) by the pool in their backyard.

“What you need baby? You want my lips? Wan’ me to teach you how a woman should be loved?” Henry cooed tracing his thumb under her bottom pouting lip, his hands were holding in place the same toy she had made for him, her voices coming out strained as she ground her hips against the soft plush; Henry’s other hand cupping her face affectionately as he denied her of his kisses. Using the same bear from earlier which he had hidden for himself, he held it under her pussy just letting her play herself with it

“W-what are you doin’ pup?” Henry looked taken aback as Y/n threw off the rest of her dress before turning onto her stomach, her ass in the air as she looked back at him playfully, wiggling her hips just to add on some tension.

“I-I think I wanna try somethin’ new Henry, I want you here” She said shyly once again shuffling her ass back onto Henry’s denim covered shaft, feeling it start to strain against the zipper he just had to strip himself down, still in disbelief.

“Baby, you finally gonna let me take your ass? Is that what’s goin on here? You’re givin’ yourself to me whole”

“Yes, i’m all yours, b-but be careful i’m nervous” She rushed out leaning on her elbows, “Aw pup don’t worry, daddy’ll take care of ya well” Henry whispered feeling that primal animalistic side of him come out, opening one of their bedroom drawers to reveal a bottle of lube they had, “This might feel cold but i’ll warm it up okay baby?” He whispered pouring a generous amount of lube onto her ass cheeks, using his hands to massage it onto her puckered backdoor. “Feels weird”

“Does feel weird doesn’t it honey, but you’re doin’ so well for me pup, let me just feel it out with a finger or two” He softly shushed her whines and moans as he pushed in his index finger into her tight ass, her thighs tingling already wanting more. “F-feels so good daddy” She whispered feeling herself fall into a more vulnerable headspace, wanting nothing more than for her Henry to coddle and fuck her to sleep.

“Fuck pup your ass is so tight, can’t believe you’re givin’ me this sweet treat tonight, so desperate to be my wife huh?”

“n-no that’s not why!” She argued back only to be interrupted by her own moan when Henry slid his finger back out only to insert back in two, ultimately stretching her poor muscles even more, “gah look at it clench over nothin’, my pup is a slut for her daddy” He cooed pulling his two fingers out, watching as her ass basically winked back at him with every pulse of her muscle.

“what are ya baby” He whispered out more to himself, looking over her face which was looking over her shoulder, her expression flustered as her skin glimmered in the soft light of their bedside lamp. “M’your baby” She whispered out, her hand reaching behind her to graze up his slightly pouched belly and wide chest. “Yeah? What does my pretty baby wife want”

“I-I want your cock in my ass, please daddy”

“m’so proud of you pup, always rememberin’ your manners, gotta reward you haven’t I” He state slapping his cock onto her behind while she nodded eagerly, her hands fisting the sheets out of anticipation. Henry took a deep breath in whilst he pushed the reddened head of his cock inside her warm wet hole, the lube helping a fuck ton. “A-ah daddy, so big” Y/n gasped out arching her back more, Henry leaned over to affectionately rub her back to help soothe the stretching pain, kisses being placed on the dimples of her back. He himself struggling to find words as his cock was being squeezed tightly in the best way possible.

“you okay baby? you want to keep goin’?”

“Y-yes, wanna feel full” She gasped once she felt him push himself in inch by inch, stopping every few seconds to let her catch her breath, Henry on the other hand was really holding himself back, her ass just felt too damn good on his cock. Both of them finally let out sighs of relief when Henry had bottomed out inside her ass, although none of them dared to move knowing it would cause the start of a very hard fucking. “Fuck me daddy, please, I want it”

“Ya remember your safe word baby?” Nodding her head eagerly Y/n herself started moving her ass up and down his cock, squealing at the burning yet amazing feeling it gave her, ultimately making her weak in the knees. “Oh fuck yeah, my fuckin’ whore” He growled out, his head falling back as his hands gripped onto her soft hips while they together rocked back and forth slowly. Everything was going more or less smoothly until the friction between Henry’s cock and her ass made an embarrassing sound, causing her to completely clench around his cock.

“s-so embarrassing” She whined plopping her head down onto the sheets in front of her, “a-ah baby don’t squeeze daddy so hard or else he’s gonna finish real fuckin’ fast and you don’t want that do ya?” Shaking her head she listened to the rest of what he had to say, “Baby that was not embarrassing, fuck do ya think we can make that sound again?” Smirking darkly he pulled his cock all the way back out before pushing it all in slowly, hearing that same airy sound from their fucking.

“Can daddy play with your clit sweetheart? Is that okay?” Henry whispered kissing again the dimples of her back watching as she nodded, his one arm reaching under her to play with her slick wet folds. Running his fingers through her folds thrice to lube it up with her own slickness, he started toying with her little swollen nub, her body immediately jerking forward at the sensitive touches. “gonna cum daddy, real soon” She gasped writhing in his hold, his hips smacking against her ass as he slowly picked up the pace, all the while circling her clit over and over again until she saw stars.

“Let go for me sweetness, let daddy see his pretty baby let go, wan’ me to cum in your ass sweetheart?”

“Yes daddy want you to warm up my ass, flood it with your cum pretty please” She whined half screaming into the sheets as Henry continued to rub her clit whilst she orgasmed, it was slowly causing her to feel overstimulated, his own cock following soon after as he felt her ass pulse around him; completely milking him of all he had to offer. “You take me so good pup, my best girl, you did so well ya hear me”

In a strained voice he continued to spill out heartfelt praises to his baby who was still lying limp and tired on the sheets, slowly pulling his cock out he winced, “p-plug daddy” He heard her whisper making him smirk, his baby loved being full of him, who knew that the best souvenir he’d bring back from his travels was her. Reaching over to their bedside drawers he found her purple sparkly plug, inserting it carefully with shushed tones, taking extra precautions to make sure it went in comfortably.

“I wanna be here, daddy here” Y/n smiled turning her head, crawling up to claim her spot on his chest, his arm coming around her to pull her even closer to him. “You want me to put on somethin’ in the background?” Teasingly he put his thumb onto her plug, tapping at it, causing Y/n to move away and whine, “stop it!”

“m’sorry baby couldn’t help it, you n’ your ass are too cute” Softly scratching her back, he watched her eyes focus on the random Disney movie he chose on the TV, her lips smacking until she reached up for Henry’s hand to put his thumb in her mouth; another soothing act of aftercare reserved just for her, “night night daddy, l-love you”

“night baby, love you so much”Her face squished against his chest until she eventually started drooling, once she fell asleep “You are just too precious for your own good pup, thankfully you’re mine”

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[dragon-queen21]

Hello little Sailor, and what brings you so close to shore?

Summary: setting off on the next length of your journey you find yourself regressed in the captain's quarters.

aka first time doing a reader insert fic + cg captain Spurgeon (my oc)

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The captain’s quarters smell of wooden shavings and ink. A collection that spans a life of adventure and trade is shown across the room. It's eclectic, piled high with treasures and knickknacks, barrels full of maps and ropes that spread and hang from tacks placed in the walls.

You sometimes play with the intricate wooden carving’s your caregiver makes; the ones that sit on one of the many bookshelves, otherwise gathering dust. Sometimes getting the chance to make suggestions as to what he creates next in his free time. Small animals and mythical creatures coming to life from nothing more than a piece of dried sea wood, a whittling knife, and the patience learned only from spending a life out at sea.

If you take one to the first mate, and ask about him it, he would tell you of what travel inspired that particular design. With captivating detail, the mind of all sorts of artists seem to reside on this ship.

You could always try and ask the captain directly, though he will never share exactly where or how he knows of so many monsters that few scholars knew of their very existence. Much easier to ask the crew instead, those who have been around long enough that is...

Still they were fun to play with and if you were lucky you could drag one of the members who travel along with you into an intricate game of make believe.

Today is not one of those days however so you leave the shelf alone, fingers trailing over glass bottles and loose coins. You could get lost in the stories each item held, a seemingly never ending source of wonder. Everyone seems to have a tale here of how they made it onto this ship if you only take the time to ask.

The captain sits on his chair, quill scratching away at parchment. You would have to try and gain his attention, though you simply slip into the room knowing how busy he must be. You will be landing in a few days at a new port and the atmosphere of the air ship has changed dramatically.

The bounties of those stowed away on this ship have only increased, and it would spell disaster if you reach mainland only to alert the authorities. Though the captain does not seem worried about the possibility of trouble, those you travel with are on edge. This unspoken worry only feeds your own anxiety and hence the current state of mind.

You lay in the hammock. In the place of a mobile hang an intricate patterns of rope, tied between the beams in the ceiling. Pearls and different shells are intertwined between the sections of nets as the boat sways.

You can hear the crew talking from the deck above you. You will be taking off shortly, it seems sooner than you thought.

You whine and the noise finally draws the elder's attention away from last minute delivery details and towards you.

He looks up with a soft smile.

Afraid for a moment that you would have to explain yourself. It seems you don't, or maybe the captain's just used to little ones coming to him when they need someone.

“Well hello there little sailor.”

“Hi…” You mumble, ducking your face away, as though to hide.

“Nervous?" Your caregiver asks. “There is no need to be little one. We've gotten through much worse waters than these. This journey will be no different than any other.”

He does not speak of what might happen when you land. You don't want to ask. If he's not worried then you don't need to be.

“Have you already eaten?” The captain asks.

You don't want to tell him that it’s been two hours since breakfast and that you had your mama make you food. You shake your head no instead. A snack won't hurt anyways.

You reach towards the elder man with grabby hands, a silent request to be held.

The captain picks you up with one arm, leans to grab his hat from where it's kept on a hook with his other.

Despite being a pirate, the leader at that, he never does wear his hat except to offer it to a little one who needs cheering up.

He tips it onto your head. You giggle as it slips over your eyes, pushing it up with both hands to peak up at your caregiver. He chuckles heartily.

"Shall we set off then my little one?"

You giggle again before exclaiming, "Ay Capin'!"

[rachelsfav-queer]

Too much angst everywhere, need more cute content. Wenclair fluff with Baby Wednesday ❤️

Wednesday giggled brightly as Enid made another silly face, this time poking her tongue out and crossing her eyes which was always a guarantee to make the tiny seer laugh. Along with the silly faces, Enid was bouncing Wednesday on her knee, which got the girl giggling even more. The silly game between them was going for a long while as they waited for dinner to be prepared.

Eventually, a short haired siren walked out into the living room from the kitchen and leans against the wall as she smiled widely at the sight. “You two are beyond adorable,” Bianca spoke, alerting the caregiver and little to her presence, “Dinner’s ready! Yoko and ‘Vina are getting it on the table. Join us whenever you finish here.”

Wednesday pouted a little at the end of the game, but smiled again as she remembered that she was getting her favorite for dinner and was quickly happy again. Enid picked her up and carried her to the bathroom to quickly wash her hands and then she carried Wednesday to the table, setting the little into her high chair right next to the blonde’s seat. She then secured a bib over Wednesday’s raven onesie before locking the little table onto the high chair. Wednesday waited patiently for her plate of food and immediately dug in, not minding the others who hadn’t all gotten their food yet.

Enid, Bianca, Yoko, and Divina all chatted while they ate, with Wednesday occasionally inserting her thoughts on the conversation with incoherent babbles. It doesn’t take long for Wednesday to finish her plate of food and she immediately reaches her arms out to Enid, clapping her hands together twice before making grabby hands at her mama, asking to be held in the blonde’s lap. Enid giggles at her baby’s adorable antics while the others all coo as Enid obliges Wednesday’s request.

Wednesday sits content and happy on her mama’s lap for a few minutes, slowly getting sleepy from all the excitement and then her full tummy, but then she sits up as she realizes she’s missing something. Enid notices the tiny seer tense up and asks her what’s wrong. “Mama… Wittle Waven! Forgot her on the couch mama!” Wednesday exclaims, leaning forward as much as she could, trying to see her raven plushie/best friend, but ultimately can’t see her. The shortest girl is about to stand up from her mama’s lap before the wolf holds her tighter.

Wednesday is about to protest against her mama when Auntie Divina stands up and gently says, “Don’t worry, sweetie! I’ll get Little Raven, you stay with Mama, okay?” Wednesday nods reluctantly, but trusts her Auntie ‘Vina to rescue Little Raven. It doesn’t even take a full minute before the tallest siren returns with the haunted plushie in hand, placing her into Wednesday’s outstretched hands. The tiny seer gives Divina a big thank you and hugs her before hugging Little Raven extra tight as an apology for forgetting her, though Little Raven forgives her right away.

Now, with Little Raven held tight in her arms, and some of Wednesday’s favorite people in the whole world, the girl curls up on her mama’s lap and quickly falls asleep in her embrace. The other women all take plenty of pictures of the absolutely adorable sight before hugging Enid and saying their goodbyes.

End <3

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 61

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: The survivors seem to assimilate into Alexandria's community. Daryl and Aaron discover something on the outside of the walls. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; forced extroverted-ness; awkward dinner party; mrs. neudermyer and her FUCKING pasta maker; dismembered and mutilated corpses

Chapter 61 - Uniform

Deanna announced that afternoon that the following night she would be hosting a welcome party for their group. Iris wasn’t thrilled about the idea. Despite all her hope and excitement at the idea of a peaceful life here, she was a long way from belonging in a suburban utopia. She always had been. Domestic life was… ill-fitting. She and Daryl were similar in that way.

“So where’d you learn to hot-wire cars?” Preston asked as she dug underneath the wheel of an old Camry. 

“Joyriding. Boosting. Street racing.” Iris replied. “I was your regular deplorable delinquent. Bad grades, bad family, bad choices.”

“Huh, sounds familiar.” Preston stated.

“Oh yeah?”

“Well, I was always your typical black sheep. In a family of lawyers, I was the musician… who enjoyed the occasional toke.” 

“Ooo, lock him up.” Iris joked, the engine roaring to life beneath her fingers. She twisted the wires together, sitting upright. Preston chuckled. 

“Hey, are you going to Deanna’s party tonight?” He asked. 

“Thought about it.” Iris replied. “Not usually my… thing.”

“Come on. You must have partied with biker gangs your whole life.” He prodded. Iris frowned.

“Yeah. Twelve years old, dodging grabby hands while begging my alcoholic father to go to bed. A real great time.” She grunted. Preston paused, wincing visibly.

“I’m… I’m sorry, that’s not… I shouldn’t have said that.” He muttered.

“It’s okay. You meant well.” Iris stood, wiping her hands on her coveralls. “I’m gonna go. You okay to take this one in for tomorrow?”

“Yeah, oh, of course.” Preston agreed, nervously. “I’ll— I’ll see you.” Iris answered with a wave, shoving her hands in her pockets and slowly making her way back to the houses.

-

“I can’t tell you how uncomfortable I am.” Iris grumbled, Carl laughing quietly. The two of them stood in the corner while Rick took Judith around, speaking to people around Deanna’s party. Everyone was relatively dressed up, including Iris who wore a dress for the first time since she was thirteen. Carl was equally uncomfortable, as he found it difficult to relate to the other children in Alexandria. This made for good conversation between the two. 

“It feels… wrong.” Carl agreed quietly. “Daryl here?”

“What do you think?” Iris asked. The two of them laughed softly. Preston waved sheepishly from the other corner of the room. “I think I’m gonna make an Irish exit pretty soon.”

“I’ll distract them, I promise.” Carl said. Iris’ heart warmed. His smile always seemed to be biggest when the two of them had their fun. She ruffled his hair with an answering grin and ducked out, practically gasping for the cool night air.

She walked a few steps before leaning her head back and staring up at the stars. When she looked back down, she saw one Daryl Dixon standing up against a tree, in the shadows instead of at the party. He looked dressed, however, for the party. Clean pants, a button down shirt, with the classic vest over top. He had even showered, combed his hair.

“Are you wearing a button down?” Iris asked, narrowing her eyes at him. He scoffed.

“‘M not going inside.” He replied quietly. 

“Good, because it’s fucking scary in there.” She replied. He chuckled halfheartedly, shaking his head. 

“You look…” He started, trailing off a bit. “Ridiculous.” Iris burst out laughing, nodding.

“I feel ridiculous.” She agreed. She walked over, looping her arm through his as they walked down toward the house at the end of the street. “They had beer though.” He hummed, his lips turning upward at the corner. 

As they kept walking, the lights on one house in particular came on, and Aaron rushed out his front door, meeting them at the end of the steps.

“Daryl.” He called.

“Thought you were going to that party over there.” Daryl pointed. 

“Oh, I was never going to go, ‘cause of Eric’s ankle, thank god.” Aaron admitted, chuckling.

“Why the hell did you tell me to go then?”

“I said try. You did. And found a friend. It’s a thought-that-counts thing.” Aaron said with a warm smile, nodding to Iris in acknowledgement. She smiled back. 

“Alright.” Daryl replied, turning back to the road.

“Hey, come in.” Aaron offered. “Have some dinner. Come on, man. It’s some pretty serious spaghetti.”

Daryl turned to Iris and she looked at him in question. There was no force, no pressure. He appreciated greatly that she never made him feel any less for any choice he made, especially when it came to situations like… these. Yet, a free meal was a free meal. 

The inside of Aaron and Eric’s home was tastefully decorated, as expected, and they seemed as happy to have them as Daryl and Iris were happy to be there. But friendship takes time, Iris supposed. And holy shit, was food a great mediator. 

“I haven’t had a home cooked meal in… I don’t know how long.” Iris admitted, chuckling softly as Daryl stuffed his face full. Eric and Aaron laughed along.

“Well, spaghetti is spaghetti.” Eric stated. 

“Spaghetti is as good as fresh caught lobster and filet mignon when you’re starving and some of the most recent things you’ve eaten were… well, yeah.” Iris winced, unwilling to bring up the dog they had eaten on the road. 

“I hear you.” Aaron agreed, raising his glass of wine. There was a pregnant pause as Daryl’s slurping filled the room, Aaron and Eric making knowing eye contact across the table.

“Thanks.” Daryl grunted, wiping his mouth with his sleeve before he realized there was a napkin at his place setting.

“Mm, when you’re out there, if you happen to be in a store or something, Mrs. Neudermyer is really looking for a pasta maker.” Eric stated, looking to Daryl pointedly, who sipped on his wine. Iris and Aaron made eye contact, both of them watching Daryl’s reaction. “And we’re all really trying to get her to shut up about it. I mean, we have crates of dried pasta in here, but she wants to make her own or something. I really think she just wants something to talk about, so… if you see one, out on your travels, it would go a long way to…” He trailed off as Aaron gave him a look across the table. “I thought it was done. You didn’t ask him already?” Aaron shook his head.

“Ask me what?” Daryl asked, visibly annoyed at being talked about as if he weren’t there. Aaron answered by beckoning him to follow, taking him through the house to the garage. Iris turned to Eric.

“What’s he got in there?”

“There was a motorcycle frame in the house when we got it, but neither of us knows how to ride. He’s been collecting random parts for ages, but no one knows how to fix it. Apparently Daryl rides bikes, so he’d be the one to ask about… fixing it.” Eric explained, chuckling to himself. Iris raised an eyebrow.

“Well, not to insert myself into the situation, but I’ve been building bikes since I was old enough to hold a wrench, so…” Iris smirked into her wine glass.

“Oh! Well, feel free, I shouldn’t have assumed, I guess I just—“

“No, I get it.” Iris laughed, Eric smiling sheepishly. “He can have his little project and I’ll try not to say anything over his shoulder when he does it wrong.”

“Isn’t that the life of a good partner?” Eric shook his head. Iris’ face heated, and she shook her head.

“Um, Daryl and I aren’t…” She trailed off, internally wincing.

“Jesus, I’m assuming all sorts of things today.” Eric shook his head in disapproval. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine, really.” Iris laughed nervously. She shrugged. After a few moments of awkward silence, Aaron and Daryl returned, the latter looking just barely perceptibly more cheerful. But Iris was well aware of where her limits were, and she had a pretty good idea of where Daryl’s were, too. “We should probably go. Don’t want to get in the way of your lovely evening. Thank you, so much, for dinner, and the wine.”

“Anytime.” Aaron replied, leading them to the door. “Thank you for coming. And for agreeing to help me out.” He looked to Daryl, who nodded. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Iris replied. The pair of them walked down the steps, leaving Aaron and Eric to their evening. “So, get a new bike?”

“Guess so.” Daryl replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll need some help piecing her together, but…”

“I’m flattered. I’d love to help.” Iris said, flashing him a grin. He shook his head, but his lips turned up at the corners as they walked down the dark street. She took a deep breath, enjoying the clean summer air without the scent of blood and gore permeating each inhale.

Daryl’s minuscule smile stayed, for the first time in a while, and he laced his fingers through hers, walking back to the house. 

-

“Take your pick.” Carol said, pulling the guns from her bag and extending them outward. 

“Look, I’ve been thinking.” Daryl started, shifting his weight back and forth as he faced Rick, Carol and Iris for another little meeting outside the walls. “Do we really need these? I mean, if things go bad, yeah, sure, we do what we gotta do, but it’s like you said. We don’t need these for that.”

“Right now we don’t.” Carol protested, frowning. Daryl swallowed, looking to Iris for a long moment before back to Carol.

“Look, you wanted me to try, right? I’m good.” He said firmly, shaking his head. Iris smiled softly, nodding in agreement.

“I got my knives.” She added, also refusing the guns. Rick took a small one, tucking it in the back of his pants. Carol made a disapproving face and they began the walk back to the gates in silence. 

Iris and Daryl hung back a bit, keeping to themselves.

“One spaghetti dinner and you’re ready to drink the kool-aid?” Iris asked teasingly, smiling over at him. Daryl scoffed and shook his head.

“They’re nice people.” He said simply. Iris nodded in agreement. 

“You okay?” She asked. He looked over to her, lips pressing into a thin line that passed for a smile.

“Yeah.” He nodded. He reached down and took her hand in his once more.

-

It was hard to adjust to Alexandria. The place was beautiful and the people were friendly, but one couldn’t go from fighting for their lives out in the wilderness to domestic bliss in the blink of an eye. Iris wasn’t the only one struggling, either. Carl was a little socially awkward, especially when it came to interacting with the other kids. Michonne was not used to being looked up to as an authority figure. Glenn still had no love for Aiden, and tended to dislike going on runs. Carol still wore her perfect, unsettling facade. 

Iris didn’t do much besides going to the garage and returning to the house. Days went by, and she only really spoke to Preston, Daryl, Rick and Carol, and she missed the others. They seemed less close, not only in proximity but in regard to their familial bonds. Regardless, it wasn’t a terrible time. Just… uneventful. Iris was not used to her stress level being so low, and it was making her more anxious. 

She and Daryl had fixed up the motorcycle that Aaron gifted to him, and the pair of them went off on their recruitment adventures. Then, Iris had no one to talk to about… well, she spoke to Daryl about everything. He was her… best friend. 

As incredibly cheesy as it was, before he left, she flashed him a grin and handed him her bandana. Bloodstains, stitches and all, for good luck. He scoffed and made fun, but the heart he tried to hide from everyone swelled, and he tied it around his wrist before he left, ensuring it was secure and he could return it to her. All Iris really wanted was for him to return to her, safe. She made him promise he’d bring it back, and with it, himself. 

When Glenn, Tara, Eugene, and Nicholas returned from their run, they were notably missing two people. Aiden and Noah. The first, was pronounced dead after being impaled on a metal post. Noah, Glenn explained, was thrown to the walkers by Nicholas in order for him to save his own skin. He now sported two well-earned black eyes and several bruises and swollen lumps across his face. So even behind the walls… the loss wouldn’t stop. For any of them. 

-

Daryl and Aaron had been in the woods for quite a few days. The walkers were starting to get more frequent, according to Aaron, which made it increasingly difficult for them to move quickly. What they were doing could only be called meandering, which made it increasingly difficult for Daryl to keep his temper leashed. It didn’t help that the only person he could speak to was Aaron, and the only person he wanted to speak to was back inside the walls. 

He spotted something through the brush, eyes narrowing. He waved Aaron on behind him, creeping around a collection of trees to the object on the ground, the subject of his curiosity. He paused upon noticing what it was, immediately surveying the area for any people or walkers that could pose a threat. Aaron slowed behind him, pallid with nausea at the sight. 

A quaint collection of limbs, strewn across the litter. Two arms donning the same shirt that were paired with a set of female-appearing legs, and two arms with an army green jacket that matched with a male-appearing set of legs. Alongside a random, flannel-wearing chunk of… something indiscernible. Most of the stumps were all clean, like one smooth chop, but others seemed to be ripped… So not only was this done by someone living, but someone that had to be one sick son of a bitch. The blood was fresh.

“Whoever did this took what was left with them.” Daryl grunted, scowling at the viscera. “This just happened.” He adjusted his crossbow, bringing it up in front of him as he scanned the area beyond, in the opposite direction from which they came. Aaron stopped to examine the limbs, looking like he was about to empty the contents of his stomach. He blinked, trying to avoid looking at them again as he followed quickly after Daryl.

He seemed to have spotted something else in the distance, moving across a small clearing to a large dead tree with low hanging branches. They walked almost sideways with their backs facing each other, trying to prepare for an impending attack. 

Up against the tree ahead was a body, bound tightly to the trunk with thin ropes. It had been a woman, her hands and feet mauled beyond any use as a walker. She was naked, the ropes cutting deep into her flesh, sinking so deep they weren’t visible anymore, only holding her up through whatever it was they were binding internally. 

Her stark blonde hair hung down over her face, the ends stained and dripping with more fresh blood. She had been eviscerated, a brutal vertical lash from neck to navel allowing her insides to pour out onto the ground in front of her. It was clear something had torn and ripped at her intestines since her death, her spinal cord visible through her midsection. Aaron broke out in a cold sweat. 

Daryl cringed at the sight, the bruises and marks across her body, aside from the brutalization of her corpse, leaving nothing about what they had done to her, alive, to the imagination. 

“She’s tied up.” Aaron said dumbly. “And they fed on her. Tore her apart. This just happened?” Daryl managed a nod.

“Yeah.” He bit out, turning away as the nausea swirled in his own guts. There were flies about her body, but it was stiff and blue with rigor mortis. Additionally, there weren’t nearly enough insects around for her to have been there for more than twelve hours. He steeled himself, stepping closer to the corpse.

“How the hell did this happen?” Aaron mumbled to himself. Daryl grasped the corpse by the hair, lifting her stiffened head up to view her face. Jesus Christ, she was so young. A familiar ‘W’ was slashed across her forehead, identical to those they had seen on walkers near the walls. 

As if to prove how fresh she was, the girl seemed to loosen in his grip, her eyes slipping open and her jaw cracking. The telltale bloodshot, soulless eyes of a walker stared at Daryl, who reared back and speared his knife through her right eye socket before she could snap at his wrists. 

He pulled the knife back as he dropped her head down, the corpse once more lifeless before them. Aaron lowered his revolver, breathing heavily with swimming thoughts and looming dread.

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[nitewrighter]

(Book binding anon) Anon has been given blessings to ramble? *deep inhale* Cindy perfectly encapsulates everything, and I do mean everything, that I have missed from so many fairy-tales, love stories, and fanfictions in the past decade or so. Every character is so lovingly simple--like, everyone involved has their flaws and strengths and a strong voice in and of themselves, but the prose is to the point and simple for their mannerisms, movements, and actions. For all the big, grand things that everyone does (or has done, looking at you, Mrs. Queen), the narrative always treats them as a person making choices. (Just a Lil Guy, if you will.) Which! Is! The Point! Of Cinderella!!! She is amazing because she has always always always chosen to be kind despite the shit going on, and the narrative subtly reinforcing that at every turn not JUST through lawn-chair-sitting author and their impeccable and funny inserts DIRECTLY calling out Cinderella, but in how it frames every character? The Prince's reflections? The slow understanding of everyone around the two of them how powerful that can be if you take the moment to think about it? Amazing!!! (Know that if I could put more exclamation marks and even more synonyms for "amazing" here without cluttering things, I would.) I remember as a kid finding book series like Skulduggery Pleasant which made use of short descriptive phrases and formatting (almost screenplay-esque?), and it read so easily; I'm always delighted to find things that make similar use of the dashes and ellipses to really hit home that cozy conversationalist tone. I can hear every character! Every! One! And there's JUST enough similarity to the way lawn-chair-sitting author speaks for that doubly nice reminder that yeah, we are sitting in their backyard getting told a fun story. Can we also appreciate that set-up? How it parodies so many funny retellings or strangely modern ones, sure (Masterpiece Theatre anyone? Does anyone else remember the horse lady?), but the readers aren't being talked to as kids? Like...lawn-chair-sitting author is tired, man. But they're hopeful. All their asides and inserts and descriptions feel like they're scooting to the edge of their chair to look me in the eyes and ask drunkenly but earnestly, "life fuckin sucks sometimes. But sometimes it's also good. This is my reminder." and sprinkling in all those other classic reminders of all kinds of other morals that make fairy tales so comforting. And! And and AND! It's so! Loving!!! To Cindy!!! I love the bits where the narrative "gives her space," builds her up even though she can't hear, lets her feel, and gets angry f o r her!!! It's just...it's so rare to find pieces where the characters are really, truly loved. Every time I reread it I feel like the story as a whole is just setting a big blanket on Cindy's shoulders and vicariously hugging her through the family she builds. Cindy and the Prince? The build up? The awkward second meeting? The constant communication? The quiet understanding? The build up of e v er y o n e 's eventual friendships??? The whole thing is just...so genuine and loving. I want to gush more, but at this point, trying to put how much I adore it into words just has me sitting at my keyboard making little grabby hands. Much love for your writing style, from the voice you have to the descriptions you use. They're all really wonderful, and when I get this thing bound, I'll send pictures <3

Sorry it's taken me a while to respond to this. I've just been reading it over and over.

I've never read Skullduggery Pleasant! I remember hearing vaguely about it online as a kid in the late 2000's/early 2010's, but I always thought it was a webcomic or something!

It's a little embarrassing to recall it now, but I actually did drunkenly tell a version of Cinderella from a deck chair... I want to say back in 2014? It was actually Sapsorrow from Jim Henson's "The Storyteller," which is closer to Donkeyskin, which uses the whole "Dress the color of the sky/Dress the color of the Sun/Dress the Color of the Moon" mechanic. We were *all* drunk and also passing a bong around but even then I was like... totally thrown off by people actually paying attention to me??? It always stuck with me, but I honestly wasn't even thinking about that time when I made that initial Cindy post. It only really came back to me around chapter 6, and I was like "Oh--this is like that time!!"

But the voice and the sense of spontaneity was very important to me throughout the whole thing. It still like... hits me that the story still emotionally affects people two years later--and I'm not saying that because I'm over it or anything! It's just... easy to kind of feel like you're not doing enough creatively when everything is 'content content content--are you putting out enough content?' these days. It's just... really affecting to be hit with "you floated this out into the world and it means something to people." It really means so much to me.

Thank you so much, I really mean that.

[hoongiri]

when you're cold — le sserafim headcanons

˚. ⋆　☄︎　🔭　how le sserafim would react to their s/o being cold

　pairing — ot5 le sserafim x gn!reader

　genre — fluff, slight crack

　warnings — none

✧　sakura

"kkura, i'm cold."

as soon as she heard you she immediately looked up from her phone

her love?? cold?? that simply wont work

she instantly looked around for a blanket or jacket that she could tuck you into

.. which made you giggle because she was literally wearing a jacket

it took her a little bit to notice but when she did, you couldnt help but chuckle at your adorable girlfriend

"wah- here! i can't believe i didn't notice sooner..."

she draped her jacket over your shoulders, making sure to position it so it wouldn't slip off

insert a very happy sakura proud of herself for fulfilling your needs

you weren't completely satisfied, though .. now kkura was going to be cold :(

she kept insisting that she was fine, but you weren't satisfied

"kku, c'mere! please, please, please!"

she finally gave in after you pleaded for about two minutes

she usually gives in pretty quickly tbh so this didn't surprise you

cue a cuddly sakura and her cuddly s/o

you were basically trapping sakura in your arms but did she care?

of course not

she's 100% whipped for you (as you are for her)

this was initially what you had in mind to warm you up, but you couldn't complain that you got her jacket too

you two would stay there for a few hours until one of you has to use the restroom and then you'd return to this position

✧　chaewon

she's such a tease

literally replied with "okay, cool" when you told her you were cold

which made you playfully punch her arm in response

"what do you want me to do?!"

she obviously knew what you wanted, and she couldn't help herself from giggling at the pout on your face

cue lots of pouts and whines from you and even more giggles from chaewon

"i'm cold, too, but i suck it up!"

she didn't seem to be budging so you turned away from her direction to proceed to pout

"fine, come here."

grabby hands <3

once you're close enough, she wraps her arms around your waist and she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck

this was definitely one of your favourite positions to be in

taking in the smell of her perfume, your body relaxed at her touch

"is baby happy now, mm?"

you muffled a response that satisfied her

after a few moments of comfortable silence, however ...

she saw this as an opportunity to tackle you to the ground

"chaewon!!! >:("

you couldn't really complain though

i mean you're still in her arms

so why not just spend some time laughing on the carpet with your beloved girlfriend??

✧　yunjin

tease pt. 2

"hi cold, i'm yunjin"

as soon as you start to get pouty though she caves

"love, noooo..."

BIG cuddler

loves trapping you in her arms

"i've captured you >:)"

you call her your personal heater

she's so sweet

"is this comfortable?"

always makes sure you get exactly what you wanted <3

she likes comfortable silence but it really depends on the day

sometimes she'll sing to you as she warms you up

THE huh yunjin.. singing just for you.. omg

she loves to play with your hair as she does this too

depending on how long your hair is, she'll make little braids with it

"yun, what are you doing?"

"appreciating you, my love." <3

while being affectionate like this she loves to use so many petnames

her favourites are love, my love, baby, sweetheart, and any short version of your name

you two often take turns rambling / listening to the other person

she's comfort personified honestly

can and will spend the rest of the day holding you

✧　kazuha

she's the sweetest

"okay, what would you like me to do?"

immediately goes to her closet to pick out your favourite sweater of hers

she even puts it on for you :( <3

"all better?"

will sit next to you to keep an eye on you as you warm up

she's so comfortable with you

checks in on you every few minutes

"doing okay?" "mhm!"

will hold your hand as you both are scrolling through whatever on your phones

i feel like kazuha is the type to feel sleepy with those she is comfortable with

so eventually she puts her phone down and rests her head on your shoulder

sleepy kazuha is so cute

before she falls asleep though she definitely plants a sweet kiss on your forehead

"goodnight." <3

she doesn't seem big on affectionate words, but she for sure shows you love through her actions

her falling asleep on you is basically an honor since it shows that she trusts you to see her like this

eventually you fall asleep too, and you two enter dreamland together <3

✧　eunchae

BABY BABY BABY

eunchae is the cutest baby angel in the world

if you told her you needed something or were hungry, too cold/too hot, etc, she would honestly panic

like oh no they need me right now.. what do i do?? how do i fulfil my girlfriend duties??

most likely her first relationship

"eunnie, can you hand me the blanket, please?"

she will NOT stop there

she feels the need to go above and beyond for you to make sure that you know how much she cares for you

"i won't just give you the blanket, i'll wrap you in it! >:)"

insert manchae turning you into a blanket burrito

she's so proud of herself too

standing there like >:)

literally celebrates herself for doing something for you

will eventually second guess herself though

"do you want another blanket? more pillows? plushies?"

don't be surprised when she makes you a whole pillow fort

you two are NOT moving for the rest of the day

the members have to come bring you snacks and drinks as if the pillow fort is your hotel

she just cares for you so much and wants to take care of you because she is always taken care of <3

[fangbangerghoul]

its SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUUUNDAAY!!!!!

As usual we got your snippets here come and get them! (insert some newsies reference or something)

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As usual it's under the cut! This will be a snippet from the future chapter in Ghoul Files! (cause I am dragging my feet on writing chapter 10 lately even though I have all the parts of my Frankenstein waiting to be sewn together and edited with lightning)

(ok maybe not I have been swamped with work, but I like to be hard on myself, okay?)

The Astral Lounge was dimly lit aside from the center of the dance floor that held a level specifically for their hired dancers of the night. Ghoul was already three drinks in and two vials of aurora as she melded herself in with the crowd of bodies to continue dancing throughout the night. Her outfit of choice left very little to the imagination as the deep red dress hugged her body and the mesh that was fused with the straps that laced across her hips and her chest teased the audience around her. Her vibrant green hair was down allowing her curls to bounce as she moved with the base and drums that echoed throughout the molecules of her physical form.

Her golden eyes were dilated and the whites of her eyes faintly red from the level of intoxication she was at within this point of time. Ghoul’s thoughts barely formed coherent sentences but her body was able to maintain clear communication with the others that danced vigorously around her. It had been long months of traveling, doing mercenary work, and getting half cut on a few missions due to her inability to keep the target alive once or twice. She was pent up with aggression and frustration and without having to run further by going on a rampage Ghoul thought dancing and getting extremely intoxicated was the next best thing.

There were a few hands that graced her skin but with her dexterity she was able to always slip away before someone became grabby enough to ensure their arm or hand got broken. Time faded way song after song and her feet and hips never stopped to take a break. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she joined the cycling crowd of people but she didn’t plan to stop just yet. The aurora was still strong in her veins intensifying the vibrations from the music around and letting her feel every beat of her heart. The rhythm she was dancing to soon switched as the beat became heavier and more industrial she felt large hands come into contact with her hips. Their body pressed upon hers and as if by instinct she felt herself fall back into them without a second thought. Their hot breath was caressing her left ear and a soothing enduring voice spoke to her.

[amischiefofmuses]

PROMPTS FOR THE FORCED PROXIMITY TROPE || Accepting

@bdkrp sent: “ how long do you think we'll be stuck here? ” (grabby hands @ Wade…………)

Maybe making his grand escape via elevator isn't his brightest move but in his defence it had come at the perfect time. And who am I to ignore expertly choreographed escape scenes? That only gets him so far as the bad guys are quick enough to stop the elevator, didn't see that one coming. He jolts slightly as it screeches to a halt, seems he'd have to take the stairs once he got the doors open- Oh. Someone else is in here. The sudden question draws his attention with a sharp whip around of his head. Of course there'd be a civilian. -- ❝No time at all, just gottaaa-❞ A sword inserted between the doors, a little effort to force them open and- concrete. Shit. They're between floors. He turns with a grimace hidden under the mask, raising both hands in a shrug before sitting himself down criss-cross. Thank god he went to the bathroom before he got here. -- ❝Little change of plan, we wait for them to let us out, then you stay down while I clear house. That's a solid eighty- maybe seventy- thirty percent chance of survival on your part.❞