#love to collect and put a little trinket with each set

[gravegoer]

i humbly suggest pirate sevika in small letters

thank you for your service

Sail the Seven Seas ☠︎︎

i had this in the works ! you read my mind, we have cowboy sevika, but we absolutely need pirate sevika, i did a little "how you met" before the hcs ! also ill greatfully take any other requests for pirate sevika i love her sm (i hope you appreciate the pirate hat i edited on her lol)

She found you when her crew was raiding a ship, you were kept prisoner in the dark dungeons below deck after the pirates robbed a bar.

Sevika was inclined to leave you there, as she was in a rush. But your pleading eyes convinced her.

She told you to back up and pulled the flimsy metal door right off the hinges. Your only experience with pirates was your former kidnappers.

They were ruthless and had not a care in the world. They were greedy enough to pat you down even though you cried and insisted you had no form of money on you other than the jewelry they had ripped from your limbs.

But after she ripped the door off, she simply walked away, not sparing you a second glance. She set you free, but now what? Were you supposed to swim to land?

You hesitated before running up the old wooden stairs, the faint moonlight beamed on your face. It smelled fresh on deck, no longer having the musky odor of mold and wood filling your nose.

You were also greeted with the sight of the woman that freed you, her back facing you and pointing to crew members, yelling orders. She must be the captain, signified by her detailed hat and especially the way the crew listened to her.

People scurried under her gaze almost cowardly. Boxes were being hauled onto a much bigger ship (which you assumed was hers) over a wooden plank.

She was tall and obviously built. You could tell even though she was adorned with many layers, straps, and belts accentuated her curves and edges. She had a metal prosthetic that looked dangerous. Not only that, but a gun and two swords hung from her waist.

You approached her timidly, the floorboards squeaking under your bare feet. When you sat a hand on her arm, urging her to turn around, she put a larger hand on the hilt of her sword defensively and spun to face you.

At just the force of it, you stumbled back. She was strong. Your eyes widened at her hands, hovering over the holster of her weapon. She spoke, "What are you trying to do?"

Her voice was gruff and demanding, leaving no room for questions. "I don't have anywhere to go," you stated honestly.

"And what do you expect me to do about that."

Although she put on the front of a rough demeanor, her eyes scanned your frame in curiosity. Worn clothes hung from your body, hair a mess, and despite it all, you were quite pretty.

She knew she couldn't take you on a ship with a bunch of men. In her eyes, it was almost as dangerous as leaving you on the ship to fend for yourself.

Almost.

She took you onto her ship with the promise that at the next stop they had, she would drop you off there. Whether or not you knew where you were.

Having no better option, you opted to go with her. She didn't shackle you up or restrain you, knowing you could do little to no harm to her or her crew.

She refused to put you in the berth with other pirates. It was stuffy and cramped, and all in all, no place for you.

So you had a room next to her (and an odd blue haired girl). She said it was fine because it's temporary anyway.

She gave you some clothes that fit, and a pair of shoes to put on your feet. And the room was more than you could ask for. It was spacious and contained a lavish bed.

You assumed it was someone else's room previously as it was already decorated. (Plus, she told you not to meddle in any of the stuff)

Sevika didnt expect you to do anything, thinking you werent fit to operate on a ship so, you were not asked to do any work. In all your boredom you found yourself roaming around the ship, looking at the stuff that was collected in each corner. Some trinkets, belts, broken weapons, etc.

Sevika watched you closely, making sure you didn't have any ulterior motives. Eventually, she realized that you were nothing but curious.

Then she watched you closely to make sure you didn't fall overboard.

At meals, you stuck close by her side, not really knowing anyone on board yet. She gave you things off her plate, saying you looked starved. And you didn't complain. You weren't really fed in the dungeons.

She started to show you around the deck, answering your questions about the sea and her ship. When you started to ask too many questions, she sighed and shook her head, wandering off to attend to her duties.

She was truly a mystery to you, not being able to read her gaze or body language. But what you did know is that she was a ruthless captian. Always having something for her crew to do and ordering them around with her loud, booming voice.

She was intimidating in theory, yes. But towards you, she seemed a bit more.. lenient?

Nontheless, in a few days, you finally arrived at their next destination, and you stepped off the ship with everyone. Taking in the way the ground felt against your feet, no longer swaying from side to side.

You had no idea where you were, and even though it didn't seem like a bad place, you couldn't just start anew again. I mean, how were you supposed to rebuild your whole life?

Sevika sensed your anxiety as you wandered through the streets with her crew. She saw your eyes flick side to side, looking at the buildings and people.

She might regret it, but she couldn't just leave you here.

You were growing more worried by the hour, and when night fell and everyone started back to the docks, you felt lost. You stayed behind, watching them load back onto the ship when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. "You coming?"

Looking up, you locked eyes with Sevika, her brow was cocked and her lips slightly upturned. "You're letting me stay?" You questioned, in shock.

"Well, the ship is leaving soon, so only if you can make it." She teased.

You hugged her tight, wrapping your arms around her large frame. Her eyes widened in shock, not returning the hug before you ran off to the ship.

HC time !!

Now that you were deemed officially a part of the crew you had work to do, scrubbing the deck was a daily task. Even though other crew members seemed to dread it, you enjoyed smelling the fresh ocean air and feeling the wind on your back.

Sometimes you could feel Sevika's eyes on you as you cleaned, she sat at the helm, supposedly watching everyone. But when you turned around you would lock eyes with her and she would smirk.

When she sent the crew out on missions you grew to never be afraid, picking up on how to use weapons easily and fight alongside other people.

She almost admired this about you, it was like you were a natural. Like you belonged on her ship.

You didn't know what was on her mind most of the time. She was always closed off and didn't converse with anyone on ship except for Jinx, who was obviously closer to her than the rest of the crew.

But one fateful night you ran into her when you couldn't seem to get to sleep

You approached the bow of the ship, watching the moonlight reflect off the waves, and the clouds move with the wind. It was quite beautiful at night even though there wasn't much to look at other than water.

Hearing footsteps behind you, you put a hand to your holster but spun around to see Sevika. Seeing her in this light reminded you of the day you met her, but now you were in front of her, compared to the day she found you.

"Up so late?" She questioned, her voice indicated she had waken up recently.

"Yeah, I couldn't fall asleep," You let your guard down again and leaned against the wood, hand cradling your face as you stared back into the sea.

"Y'know.. I didn't think you had it in you." She commented.

"Had what in me?" You chuckled, "The guts to be a pirate?"

You talked for a long while after that, the sun hit the horizon by the time you said your goodbyes. You had a feeling that Sevika wouldn't be a mystery to you for much longer.

Eventually, she would come around to teach you how to fight properly, as you mostly fought based off of what you saw others do. She held your body close to hers, helping you mimic her movements. Feeling the buckles of her belts on your back, the coldness of her metal arm on your waist.

As a matter of fact she taught you a lot of things, like how to steer the ship: putting her hands over yours, pointing in the direction of where to go. Teasing you when your hands got tired, and taking over for you, letting you stand between her and the wheel.

She joined you in the crows nest, sitting beside you on the railing with a hand on your back, making sure you didn't fall. She would direct your telescope to look at nearby land or into the horizon.

You had a lot of talks up there.

Sometimes, the crew wondered what was going on between you two, as you were practically always together. (She denies all allegations.. for now)

She taught you how to wield a sword and fought with you for fun. Letting you win from time-to-time, you knew she let you. I mean, there's no way you'd be able to pin Sevika to the wooden deck without a struggle.

You would catch her sleeping on the helm, her feet kicked up on a chair and her hat on her face. As punishment, you would take her hat and keep it until morning. Then, prancing around the next day with it on, commanding the crew jokingly, pretending to be her.

When she finally caught you, she would sweep you up and take the hat right off your head, chuckling at your mischievousness. Sometimes, she would let you wear her hat, only if you promised not to lose it.

After particularly stressful missions, the crew would throw a small party for their winnings, needing time to wind down. You grew accustomed to the crew, even making a few friends with unlikely people.

You and Jinx drank a bit together and danced around on the table, singing sea shanties loudly. But eventually, Sevika would catch you all. And make you clean up. (But not before having a drink herself)

And it was almost a nightly routine to go up to the deck and talk once everyone was asleep, gazing into the moon with her. It felt natural. You felt like you belonged.

God i love her, i dream about her I swear. I love pirates... and I love sevika, pls send in more pirate sevika asks i wanna do a siren one too ngl maybe how Sevika isnt drawn in by your siren call because the captain is a woman AUGHHHHH

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The dices are so nices!!

[whiskehorange]

How the Slashers Would Treat Your Stuffed Animals

literally pissing and crying writing this right neow.

Also, Happy New Years Loves! I wish everyone and myself a better 2023, I couldn't ask for better supporters ♥♥

Michael

Stabs them repeatedly when youre not home until theyre nothing but a shredded mess like an untrained dog and when you confront him he denies it like you've accused him of murder.

Wait-

Jason

Kisses each one on the forehead goodnight like he's going to be deployed in the morning. Comes home the next day with glass display cases for you to put your favorites/ most valuable in. Even buys them personalized stickers and trinkets to but in and on their box like he's assigned them their own personalities.

Freddy

Punches each and every one of them in the face as hard as he can like they all own him a grand each right in front of you, laughing until he violently shit himself while you scream at him to leave them alone.

Bubba

Gives each one their own day to help/follow him around the farm (carrying them around in one arm or aggressively stuffing them down his pants when he needs to use both hands) while actively getting them dirty with blood, dirt, and shit or tearing them in the process of being so unintentionally violent.

Thomas

Gives them dirty looks when they touch his stuff but actively grows very fond of them and shares all of the family drama and tea with them when they are alone. The dirty looks shift to you when you walk in on a heated tea spill session.

Brahms

Steals them from you.

Humps them.

Cries and denies taking them if you find them before he's able to "sneakily" put them back where he got them.

Billy

Refuses to acknowledge them and absolutely refuses to touch them, but buys you more and more whenever he's out by himself. When you leave the room he apologizes for ignoring them all day and adds the new friend to your collection. Has to turn them away when the two of you do the dirty.

Stu

Gives them all government first, middle, and last names and doesn't forget them either. Also constantly buy you new ones whenever he sees them and issues them names, social security numbers, and jobs before he even gives them to you. Makes them beef with each other.

Norman

Dresses up and has tea parties with them. When your not home. Writes and prints hand made name tags, name plates, bibs, and beautifully crafted invitations with their own messages for all of them. Spends hours making real treats for said parties.

Hannibal

Quietly passive aggressively threatens each of them that if hey even think about getting closer to you that he'll destuff them and use their skin as pillow covers, and will do so in front of the others. Insists that he loves them when you ask, shooting them dirty looks after you've turned around.

Bo

Crop-dusts them if you keep them waist level and will even grab them and purposely rip the fattest, wettest, most gut wrenching, stomach rumbling, room clearing, radioactive, leg lifting fart you've ever heard right in their face and throw it at you, flipping you off as he walks away.

Vincent

Makes them all their own little wax sculpture the same color as their fur and keeps them on a shelf above where you keep yours. Still doesn't have the heart to tell you that he stole one from you once to sculpt and accidentally dropped it in a vat of wax and had to dump the whole basin because it was ruined. Claims you must have just misplaced it.

Lester

Makes you homemade, roadkill fur stuffed abominations that smell like the wettest of shit and will set them right next to yours on your bed/shelf. Can never remember the names of your stuffed ones and called them something not even close to what they are, thinking he's 100% right. Pets them unconsciously if he's standing next to them and just mindlessly talking.

[envy-of-the-apple]

Okay,, you have to let us know are the eggs any characters Specifically like megumi or itadori? I bet they would be clingy mommas boys.

Love you crumbs you give us and happy late birthday 🫶🏻

awww ty bestie okay okay okay holdonholdon

You'd name the hatchlings. Idk if I mentioned this or not but in the excerpt, the reader names Suguru and Satoru cuz they didn't have a concept of language yet. I think once they had a general concept of human language, they'd use their human names for each other just like you do.

When Nobara, Yuji and Megumi hatch, they'd definitely hang onto you the most. It's mostly because you are the most caring out of the throuple you were forced into. It makes sense for you to care about them, right? After all, human babies are pretty helpless and that's how far your knowledge extends. And they're adorable, with big round eyes, making cute little chitters. You get a tiny bit protective of them, especially considering the other two nagas don't carry the same sentiment. Suguru is clearly a believer of tough love and you've caught Satoru trying to put one of the eggs in his mouth (you're pretty sure he was joking...but you arent risking it when they're this tiny). They're small right now, but naga hatchlings grow up fast. They're practically your height in just a couple of years.

I feel personally, Yuji would be the (most outwardly) clingiest. He's affectionate, more dog than snake, sometimes. He's the largest of his siblings. When he was smaller, his favorite thing to do was wrap himself around your shoulders and you'd carry him around. He can't do that now, but he has other ways of spending time with you. He 'hunts' with you the most, assisting you with collecting berries and fruit. Apart from you, he'd bond with Satoru more. They share a similar personality, both are easily amused.

Megumi would be the shyest, but he loves you just as much as his siblings do. Much like his fathers, he enjoys the warmth you provide and would love cuddling with you in the languid hours of the evening. He doesn't do that much when he's older, but he's still interested in spending time with you! He likes quality time, the most. Eventually, during your time on the island, you'd have set up a tiny garden. He'd help with that. He and Suguru would have lots of similarities, so you'd often catch them together. They'd both help with your garden, helping cultivate the seeds and soil. It's not natural for them, but they understand you're different from nagafolk

But I think Nobara would be the one you're the closest to. She hatched the first. She's also different from her brothers. Again, in the naga species, the females become something akin to sirens. Slowly, you'd notice how different she is compared to her brothers, how much she enjoys the water, how dry her skin gets when she stays on land for too long. She'd evolve differently. Webbed hands, her tail would be more lithe, finned.

Because she's so different, Satoru and Suguru don't have much of an interest in her. Again, much like reptiles, nagas are fairly independent at a young age. Satoru and Suguru allow the hatchlings to stick around because you'd pitch a fit otherwise and they try to keep their mate happy. Once it becomes clear Nobara is aquatically gifted, you'd be terrified of the thought of her being out alone at sea, so you'd often go out with her, not caring how pruny your fingers get. Because of how much time you spend with her, I think she'd be the most interested in humans. She'd ask you about human culture, human customs. Every once in a while, she'd go out and collect remnants of humanity, clothes, trinkets, jewelry, anything she can find off the ocean floor. She'd sit on the rocky shore, holding out each one, demanding you to explain them to her.

You wouldn't dare mention how much you fear her fathers, but I feel Nobara would be the first to realize that you don't want to be here. She can see it in your eyes, the longing whenever you're explaining another human trinket. She wants you to be happy, but if you go back to the humans....would you still have time for her? Would you still braid her hair? Take care of her? Love her?

In the end, Nobara is the most similar to her fathers. She'd keep you on the island too.

ughhhhhh i should just write that chaptered naga fic already this is getting ridiculous.

[writingoddess1125]

Pebbling

Buggy x GN Reader

Fluff Headcanon + Small Story

Pebbling (Def) -  collecting and sharing little things with someone you are interested in so that you can build a bond.

Masterlist <<

Kofi<<

• You’ve been a part of Buggy’s crew for a while now, and while life on the ship is always chaotic, there’s a certain rhythm to the madness.

• Buggy’s loud and eccentric as ever, constantly yelling at his crew, plotting his next big scheme, or performing one of his exaggerated, over-the-top shows.

•He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to be subtle—or thoughtful, really—but that’s exactly what makes the little surprises so confusing at first.

• It started out small of course-

• The first time it happens, you find a small trinket tucked away in your cabin—a shiny coin, weathered with age but clearly valuable.

• You’re puzzled, wondering where it came from. No one in Buggy’s crew seems like the type to leave anything behind unless it’s by accident, but you chalk it up to just that: an accident.

• Then another object appears some time later—this time a small, brightly colored feather.

• It’s wedged into the folds of your coat, a splash of color so out of place that you can’t help but notice it. Again, you can’t figure out where it came from, but it’s oddly nice. It makes you smile for some reason.

• Then it happens again. And again. Small things—items that seem random at first—start showing up in your space.

• A polished stone, very pretty shell, even some candy from your village of birth you thought you'd never see again!

• Each one placed somewhere you’re bound to find it: in your coat pocket, on your bunk, even tucked away in your boots once.

• At first, you think it’s just coincidence, or maybe the crew playing some kind of prank.

• But the things you find are too specific, too you.

• They’re not the usual junk that gets tossed around on the ship. These are things that hold a certain charm, things you genuinely like.

• Slowly, a pattern starts to form, though you can’t quite pin down who’s behind it.

• That was till one gift made you figure out who it was- A well loved red beanie, It would be perfect for the upcoming sailing adventure since it was oddly cold.

• Looking into the hat you see it- A long strand of blue hair that seemed to have been perfectly left behind in the fold.

• Blue Hair-

• As you began to piece together this was from Buggy you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you held the hat close.

• He would never acknowledge anything of course- You assumed his ego being too grand to do so. However your heart fluttered at the idea your Captain was going out of his way to leave these for you.

• You decide to watch how he interacts after this, just to confirm your hypothesis.

• Wearing the beanie you sit on the desk were Buggy is screaming at the crew and stomping his foot angrily at something random.

• Pulling some of the candy he left you from your coat pocket you began to eat it while chatting one of your peers, perfectly angled for the Cap to see you.

• Just to catch Buggy glancing at you and seemingly smirking to himself- His mood 'Magically' Improving at a drop of a dime.

• Bingo!

- Later that evening after dinner, You'd snuck into the Captain's Quarters looking around a bit nervously as you looked for a good spot to set the item you'd made for him, It had been a small hotdog statue that you'd made yourself with some clay- Easy to put on a desk or keep in a pocket since Buggy seemed a bit fidgety.

"Now where to put it-"

You grumble as you frantically looked around for a good spot for the gift, not wanting it to get lost in the chaos that was his quarters. He made it seem so easy to be able to hide these things in places he knew you'd find them- But this was hard!

His desk was a fucking mess! Clothes on the floor and it was impossible to know were he actually looked.

Shit, Shit, Shit!

Right as you think you found a good spot on top of some makeup tins the door to his office slams open- Were the Devil himself steps in looking just as surprised as you felt.

Deer In Headlights-

You two stare at each other for what felt like forever as he looks ready to question you for being in his personal space but your frazzled mind seemed to beat him.

"I MADE YOU A HOT DOG!" You should holding the hot dog in the palm of your hand and wanting the ground to swallow you whole-

...

A wide smile slowly started to stretch across Buggy's face as he closed in the space between the two of you and greedily took the hot dog trinket from your hands. His eyes seemed to sparkle.

"You Made This?" You nod hesitantly, a bit frazzled still before shyly smiling.

"I um, noticed all the stuff too. From You" It was now your turn to catch him off guard, He started to blush as you get flushed as well.

"Ive liked all of them" You say softly, watching a nervous smile grace his lips.

"Do- You wanna drink on desk? So I can ask how you made this?" Buggy asked, coughing a bit to himself to clearly ease his nerves and make himself seem cooler. You giggle at this and nod.

"Id like that a lot"

[rapidwaterzzz]

random hermitcraft/ life series headcanons cause my brains rotting over both ;^)

OVERALL:

- after each life series all the members come back to hermitcraft and throw some form of a house party

-no one rlly dies on hermitcraft, they just tend to gets lots of injurys(broken bones, sprains, concussions, all the fun stuff)

- they definitely have an infirmary there somewhere

-each smps like a city, for example hermitcraft and empires smp r neighboring cities

INDIVIDUAL:

- Joel, Grian, and Jimmy are all siblings cause i said so

-grians oldest, joels middle, jimmys youngest

i imagine a good majority of them played some sport/ activity before coming to hermitcraft so heres some cause idk y this has been plaguing me:

bdubs: volleyball, golf

cub: some form of student council maybe??

doc: golf, lacrosse (definetly js whacks ppl w his stick)

etho: ice hockey, lacrosse

false: field hockey, track

gem: field hockey, wrestling, lacrosse

hypno: hockey

iskall: wrestling

scar: student council w cub (convex ;))

grian: tennis

jevin: football, wrestling

impulse: football, shotput

joehills: yearbook/ newpaper club(idk i get the vibe)

keralis: soccer,gymnastics(i could see him js doing a roundoff backhandspring out of nowhere dw abt it)

mumbo: golf, photography club

pearl: swimming, cross country

rendog: THE theatre kid

skizz: football, basketball, baseball

smallishbeans: soccer, volleyball, baseball

stress: cheerleading, wrestling, volleyball

tango: baseball

beef: lacrosse, football

wels: volleyball, golf

xb: swimming

xisuma: golf

zed: some form of a science club,

cleo: field hockey, softball

bigb: swimming(idk i get the vibe)

inthelittlewood: theatre kid, soccer

lizzie: field hockey, cheer, lacrosse

smajor: cheer, golf

solidarity: soccer, tennis

these could go for a highschool au or anything but i imagine they did these in highschool and then move to “hermitcraft city” or smth and they still like practice all these andn stuff

monthy hangouts are set up by the magic mountain group, usually consisting of movies and games(always sleepovers at someones base)

cleo is the best cook on the server,she host bi-annual seever wide dinners (w the help of beef and false for cooking)

bdubs and joel draw out there bases together, only time youll see them not beefin w eachother

the redstoners r covered in burn marks due to redstone lighting at wrong times or js blowimg up

cub and xisumas are the servers doctors, running the infirmary if needed

if a hermit gets a cast, crutches, a boot, splint, etc, gem, bdubs, keralis, skizz, and stress make it a goal to decorate it as much as possible(they have a competition to see who can get it done first)

after parties, xisuma, impulse, hypno, and false are usually the ones to make sure everyone gets home, being “designated walkers”(they dont drink so they can walk everyone home)(no idk where im coming up w this stuff either)

team zits definitely have movie marathons weekly(they play uno to decide who picks the series)

mumbo and grian love watching dance moms(holly is mumbos fave, kelly is grians fave)

doc, etho, beef, and gem play eachother in lacrosse all the time, getting way to agressive each time (always some form of an injury outcome)

jevin is a weirdly good baker, makes the best cakes(taste and decoration)

pearl is rlly good at anything art related (loves painting/ drawing other hermits doing whatever)

ren makes the server put on plays (hes director and the main character in every one)(hes hires whatever hermits he can get to also act in them)

75% of the times tango sneezes, something catches on fire (theres fire extinguishers everywhere imaginable)

xb is the fastest swimmer on the server by a landslide, every hermit has tried to best him but he always wins by atleast 2 seconds

zed collects little trinkets, and leaves them in peoples bases as gifts

[neetily]

KINKMAS; PRETTY LIGHTS — FT. ALEX

— ��� warnings: Establish Relationship, Breeding, Creampie, Drool/Saliva, Cunnilingus, Cervix Sex, Size Difference, Restraints, petname mommy, petname daddy — ✧ word count: 7,569 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

There’s no doubt in his mind now that his blushed cheeks and high temperature are just a result of your warm farmhouse, the cold winter wind leading you to hike the degrees up a notch or two despite his playful flirts of reassuring you that he’ll warm you up another way. The lewd connotations of his suggestion merely a jest — until now. No longer can he simply blame the thermostat, sweating profusely as he sits patiently on your living room couch as you gather all the components necessary for decorating the tree of the Winter Star. You’re sat nicely on the floor, sifting through buckets of baubles and trinkets, scrutinising his own collection of ornaments for the tree with keen eyes. He thinks you’re just the cutest thing ever, and he has half a mind to put you atop the tree since he’s been adamant from the start that out of all the options you shine the brightest.

But see, that’s exactly his issue right now. You’re cute. Too cute. And it’d be a shame if he had to go and ruin the peaceful domesticity of the day just because he can’t keep his hormones in check, so he tries his hardest to stay wholesome. Does his best to remain on good behaviour despite how difficult it is when so much new is happening around him, butterflies fluttering in his tummy and chest in sheer adoration for what he sees before him. New wife, new traditions, new meaning to his once lonely celebrations and maybe, by the end of the night, a new family to care for. Fuck, he can’t help himself, imagining his future with you on such a special occasion. The love he holds for you easily turned into lust with how excited he is to share the holiday with you, tutting in frustration as his palm automatically grinds against his cock in secret — you’re too busy with picking the shiniest trimmings.

Though thankfully you pull him out of his self serving thoughts before he’s even half hard, head cocked cutely to the side as if the universe was working against him. Stop that, it’s unfair how pretty you are, he thinks. But instead, all the comes out is a short hum matched with a warm smile, letting you know that he’s attentive and listening. And a stop of his hand, resting it atop his thigh instead so that you don’t catch him acting like a pervert.

“What do you think? Silver or red?” You innocently ask, holding up both colours of tinsel for him to pick between. He’s never been the type to care much for the particulars of decorating, but it’s different now that it’s with you. So he pauses for a moment, as if deeply considering the two choices before deciding. “Definitely silver.” He nods, standing to stretch a hand out towards you. You take it and he holds tight, helping you lift to your feet so that he can help wrap the tinsel around the tree. A small act of loving service, though one he hopes will get his mind off the thoughts of breeding you to stay warm. That’s it, he just want to warm you up, look after you. Totally isn’t some sort of lewd personal desire, no.

It’s cute how excited you get at decorating, how every little detail has to be perfect before moving on to the next. He’s already helped you set up the tree itself, being sure to follow your every instruction on how to position each individual fern of the whole damn thing without a single word of annoyance. Because it’s you, and his heart skips a beat at the sight of you so giddy and concentrated. It makes all the bossing around worth it. He’d do anything for you, you know? His little wife, happily helping with whatever you need simply because it’s now his job to always have you smiling. And, though he’d never admit it out loud, he thinks he’s doing a pretty good job of it so far. Softly laughing with you as he spins you once to the cheesy stereotypical christmas songs you have faintly playing in the background, big strong arms helping to keep you steady enough as he twirls you to the tree.

“My wife.” He bows after reaching the tree in the corner of your living room, standing upright after his excessive show with both palms facing up in a seeking of the tinsel. It still feels novel, the whole wife thing. But God does it feel good, his chest tight with affection when you playfully giggle at his silly display.

He doesn’t have many traditions himself, though he’s always been a fan of Evelyn’s cookies around this time of year. It’s not that he doesn’t care per se, but more that he hasn’t had much of a reason to care for these celebrations. This time of year always leaving him with a somewhat sour taste in his mouth, missing his mother more than he’d like to admit. But when he watches you with stars in your eyes and bright rosy cheeks as you plan how to best lay some admittedly cheap sparkly string around an obviously fake winter tree he can’t help but feel a little hope in his heart.

“My dear husband.” You play back, and it’s hard to ignore the twitch in his pants at the title you give him. The tickle of the decorative tinsel only causing him to blush some more as you hand it to him, keeping hold of the other end to yourself and leaving him hoping that you think nothing more of his tinted cheeks than the heat of your home. But still the nagging feeling of lust remains, the inherently lewd experience of spending time together with you as an official family. Has him wanting to add to it, you know? Increase the members of your new familial unit in the spirit of giving, regardless of how preoccupied with decorating you are.

“Here?” He questions, kneeling and pointing at the bottom of the tree as a good place to start. He trusts your judgement more than his own on what looks good, and shaking his head to rid the dirty thoughts from his head has barely been working, so he attempts to distract himself with your voice.

“Mhm.” You merely reply, too busy standing on your tippy toes to reach the highest point of the tree to see how the tinsel drapes best. It causes him to smile, knowing that the roles should be reversed given his bigger stature, but he amuses himself by watching you struggle for a few moments. If anything it helps his cock calm a little, busy watching you with heart eyes, content in the cute moment of bliss with the family he has. Though short lived as it is seeing as it doesn’t take you long before you plead down at him with big puppy dog eyes, his heart hurting in love at the sight.

“All right, all right.” He sighs, feigning annoyance as he gets back to his feet with his hand finding its way to your hip to rub absentmindedly at. “What seems t'be the problem, Missus Mulner?” His big cheesy grin heard well through his words. Still so novel calling you as such, heart fit to burst with the affection he holds for you. And It’s not that he isn’t already aware that you need his height for help, but rather that he’s having so much fun just being with you that he’s trying to prolong the night, stretch the time he has with you around himself so that it never ends. His cute little wife, needing his help. He’d do anything for you.

You playfully huff at his faked innocence and instead hand him your end of the decorations, sighing before standing on your tippy toes again, your back pressed to his chest as he situates himself directly behind you. It’s just so that he has a better idea of where you want it, he tells himself. Absolutely not so that he’s inevitably closer to you by any means, no. “Here.” You advise, directing him on where to start the tinsel trail. Reaching as high as you can and yet it’s still not enough, and he has to will himself not to buck into your ass as you bounce against his cock. Please don’t get hard, he begs himself, biting on his lower lip to try and concentrate on the task at hand despite your insistence on trying to reach that which you cannot. And God, it certainly isn’t just the heat anymore. The air of sex hanging thick in the no space left between his body and your own, blood rushing to his cock in defiance of his wants to just help. Your little jumps and bounces riling him up, coaxing him slowly but surely to give in to his desires as his hips twitch with want to roll against you—

“Oh! And I’ll go get the lights!” You announce, satisfied with your directions and promptly leaving him all alone to tend to the tree.

Ah, how he wants for you to tend to his cock instead.

There’s a part of him that’s convinced that you know what you’re doing, right? You must, keeping him teased on the precipice of giving him everything he wants, stringing him along in some sort of faux wholesome holiday game to test his limits. Well, if that’s the case, he’ll be sure to win one way or another. Coughing to hide the groan of frustration that slips as you leave his side, doing his best to remember every instruction you’ve given him besides the fat of your ass rubbing his cock and regrettably leaving him unable to recall much of anything but that feeling. Still, he tries. Throwing the sparkly string around the tree in what he thinks is a pretty enough job of things, leaning back to check in on you to see how you’re getting on with the monumental decision of which lights to pick. He says red. You say white. He says why not both? You agree.

You place one set of string lights to the side before marvelling at his tinsel work, the slight giggle you let out warming to his already red hot ears. “Looking good!” You compliment, fixing only a few areas to make sure it’s all settled properly. He loves you. God he loves you, happy to hear that you’re satisfied with his attempt at appeasement. Makes him think that you’ll be so good as a mother too, easily imagining tiny footsteps surrounding your beaming face that’s currently directed at him. Mommy Mulner. It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? You turn to face him, white lights in hand and for a moment he’s stunned, both by how pretty you look when surrounded by the turned on lights and in awe of his imagination of you as a mother. You suit the title well. “Thanks for helping, ‘Lix.” You hum, calling him from his indulgent thoughts. “Lemme try and do these myself, kay? Since you helped so well with the tinsel and all.” You tease, winking his way to set his heart aflutter.

“Oh yeah?” He plays back, stepping away from the you and back to his seated position on your comfy couch. “Kay, good luck honey.” Ending his taunt with a whistle as you’re already trying to stretch to read the top of the tree, his gaze soft with affection as you giggle and huff to yourself with the light hearted mood settled in the room.

Which is exactly why he shouldn’t spoil things by staring at your ass as your back faces him, one of his arms stretching out against the top length of of the couch while the other rests against his inner thigh — cock quickly hardening at the mental image of you surrounded by two kids. His kids, spending precious christmas time together as a family. Not that he doesn’t appreciate you as his family right now, no! He loves you beyond words, so much so that he wants to add to the family with you. You’d make the best mother, he thinks. All soft and caring, he’s seen just as much from first hand experience. And fuck, the thought of grabbing your pretty little ass in his much larger palms to have you sit square on his cock is tempting to say the least. Watching with half-lidded eyes as you twist and turn around the tree, keeping his mouth shut as the pretty lights start to dangle from your frame in the cutest way possible, his gaze hazy under how dazzling you become. His pants tight at the sight of seeing you so lit up. More than the tree is at this point, if he’s honest.

And then you stumble. His reaction speed quick but not quick enough, a soft thud resounding in the room before he’s able to make it to you in time as you let out a short oof.

“Fuck- Babe, are y'all right?” He rushes, words short and snappy in his worry over your wellbeing. Anxious with upset that he couldn’t save you. Or at least he is until you let out a light laugh, shying away from his helping hands with rosy cheeks.

“Alex, love, I’m fine.” You pause briefly, looking around your immediate surroundings. That’s right, while you might not be hurt, you’re certainly in a sticky situation aren’t you? The many twists and turns you’ve done in an effort to make the Winter Star tree as pretty as possible instead resulting in a very decorated you, the lights tangled and bonding you together. It’s pretty. He’s dazzled. “Could use some help though.” You sheepishly smile, and his cock twitches in return.

“Yeah, yer no kiddin’.” He nods, jaw tight with restraint as he tries to get the thought of seeing you all tied up like this on the bed out of his mind, focusing on anything other than the way the strings dig into your soft skin to leave light marks in their wake. “Gimmie a sec.” He huffs, hovering over your half sitting frame to try and find the start of the tangle, though it’s difficult as your arms are bound together, legs left a little more free as the majority of the knotting resides around your back. Causes him to have to press further into you, cautious of how hard his cock has gotten from merely looking at you, doing his absolute most to not let his tip graze against you but it happens as he reaches behind to help de-tangle anyway. Course it does, his actions clumsy due to his size. An immediate moan rising to his throat at the feeling, one that he’s unable to keep quiet despite his best efforts.

And then there’s a pause. Both in his actions and your breath, a small dusting of pink on your cheeks when you realise what’s going on.

“Oh.” You let out and his heart stutters. Swallowing to try and wet his dry throat as he takes in your shocked expression.

“Fuck- Look, m'sorry. It’s jus’- Jus’-” Just what? He asks himself. Just that he loves his pretty little wife and wants to knock her up as an expression of that love. Just that he thinks you’re the cutest thing to ever grace this Earth, so pretty with the tacky decorative lights wrapped around your smaller than his body as you peer up at him with big eyes. Just that he wants to ruin you where you sit, knowing that you’re unable to free yourself from the stupid string you’ve wound yourself up in, having to fight the primal urge to take advantage of the situation in favour of wanting to let you enjoy the harmless fun the night offers. “Jus’ need ya.” He confesses, head hung low at his shameless want for you, the kind of confession that can only exist within the meagre space left between his lips and your own at his trying to free you.

“Well, It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” You tempt him, lopsided grin on your face drawing him closer, his own mouth hung open at how brazen you’re being. All previous self restraint seemingly fading with your sweet coax, the knowing that you won’t be able to escape his affections causing his hips to twitch into you, cock pressing insistently to your tummy to show you how serious he is. “Don’t joke like that.” He huffs, though the roll of his hips into you is enough to tell that he’s seriously considering it despite his words. ��Been so hard all day jus’ lookin’ at'cha.” His voice tense, words terse as you do naught but grin back at him.

“I’m being serious.” You assure, wiggling around in your lit up restraints like a gift meant only for him. He’s too eager to unwrap you, fingers itching to touch that your words give him permission to. One arm keeping him held up while the other brushes tenderly against your exposed shoulder, your tank top doing little to keep you safe from his perversion. And then he stares at you, one brow cocked as if questioning, panting against your lips as his eyes flit down to them once, back to your eyes, gazing at your bedroom look and then back down to your lips for just a mere second before his leaking cock convinces him to dive in. Accepting your want just as much as his own. Giving in to how easy you make it for him, the soft squeal his surprise attack causes you to make in turn causing his pants to tighten, the arm keeping him up starting to tremble under the weight of you. How sweet you are, how overwhelmed he already feels from just a small peck. Cocky looks good on you, he thinks, and he’s nothing if not a giver. And so he gives, tongue slipping out to run along your lips, delving into your mouth the second you gasp at his actions. He just wants to make you feel good, show you how pretty you are by way of letting his cock rub against your tummy, a hard reminder of how much he loves you while his mouth is too busy to verbally do so.

It’s obvious anyway. While he strives to remain calm and collected it’s simply impossible with how tight his tummy feels, lust pooling there as his kisses almost immediately turn sloppy. A whole days worth of restraint finally snapping as he openly sighs into you. Wet smacks ringing in his ears, his tongue greedy as he drips saliva down your throat. All while the hand that was on your shoulder dips down to your hip, holding your waist protectively with a few squeezes here and there when your tongue glides back against his own. Goosebumps swarm his otherwise heated skin when you match his passion, your half seated position quickly crumbling as he leans closer towards you during the kiss, effectively pinning you beneath him for him to admire. Stopping his loving assault just to fully appreciate the sight of your kiss bruised lips and flushed cheeks, watching as your chest heaves and strains against your makeshift restraints.

You’re gonna be the death of him and you barely even mean to.

“Why’d you stop?” You ask slightly out of breath, and when paired with the pleading eyes you send his way he almost whines in hunger, wanting only to provide for you and even the suggestion that he isn’t causes his heart to ache.

He doesn’t reply immediate. Dazed for a moment, completely hypnotized by the sight of the love of his life splayed out so pliantly and prettily before him. A better meal than even the Feast of the Winter Star could ever hope to offer. “I love ya.” He just had to tell you. “Love ya s'much.” He mumbles, slurring with the taste of your lips as if it were addictive, leaning back down to plant a few chaste kisses to your cheeks and smiling against you as he feels you lean into them. Only when he’s satisfied that he’s marked enough of your skin with his saliva does he push off you again, looking down at you while chewing on his lip. He wants you, but equally he doesn’t want to make this day about him and his needy cock that begs for your attention even now, throbbing in his pants when you just knowingly stare back at him.

“Can I show ya? How much I love ya, I mean…” He trails off, voice small and subdued to show that you can say no, he wouldn’t mind. In spite of the way his cock aches, anyway.

“Please do.” You sigh, all happy and content, as if you’ve been waiting for this all night too. As if you really did know what you were doing to him, you minx. Fat globs of precum roll from his tip to stain his underwear at your almost confession. “Fuck-” His eyebrows furrow with his words. “How long…?”

“Since you got here.” You cut him off, confident smile on your sticky with saliva lips, reading his mind before he gets to finish with have you wanted to fuck?

Well, now that the air is clear and he’s free from any and all guilt in regards to ruining this special occasion he allows his cock to finally control his brain. Growling down at you in a mix of frustration and appreciation, wishing you’d have said something sooner but adoring the little games you play with him regardless. No longer having to hold out and last against his cock — which he always seems to lose to anyway when it comes to you anyway. His thighs absolutely soaked with pre as he repositions himself, his tip rubbing lightly against his clothing in a way that has his teeth gritting together. Whatever his girl wants she gets, and so he lands his eyes on your core, wetting his lips once before leaning back on his knees, dropping his hands to the hem of your shorts that are only slightly tangled up, easily dragging them down your legs enough to allow him entry to your cunt. Though the sight of your panties sticky to your slit has his heart caught in his throat, lungs temporarily struggling to catch up at the reveal of how much you adore him too. And your soft sigh, so sinful and sweet and made only for him. Drives him insane hearing your small appreciation, cock rock hard and tenting his pants to leave a visible print for you to enjoy.

“May I?” He seeks consent before touching you properly, tugging your panties down to match your shorts before his eyes gaze solely upon your now exposed pretty cunt without so much as flicking up to meet your own stare. Can’t help himself, in love with your little slit — can’t expect him to not look at it, can you?

“You may.” You almost whisper, shivering into his touch as he places both palms on your inner thighs, slowly pushing them open to reveal your dribbling hole.

Fuck, you weren’t kidding when you admitted to thinking about him all day, thighs positively shining with how much slick coats them, your pretty clit puffy and cute at his lack of attention. Instantly he gulps, swallowing to rid his bod of the last nerves as his thirst for you only seems to grow now that he has you somewhat naked and vulnerable. One of his hands digging under your shirt now while the other keeps your legs open, flipping your top up as much as the string lights allow so that he gets to see more of you, love on more of you. The sight of your tummy briefly causing his brain to turn dumb, filled only with thoughts of seeing it all big and round, cute mommy carrying his future children. Shit, he wants to knock you up so bad. Fuck a Winter baby into you, become a father on this fateful Star night. But first, he’d like to eat. A special treat for his special girl, a small gift he’d happily offer again and again, not just for the nights celebrations.

Eagerly he drops his upper half lower, worming his way between your legs and wedging his shoulders between your knees so that they’re forced to rest on them, humming at the way you immediately lock them behind his neck. You can’t move much, though your lower half is more free, slowly shifting around in his hold as he teasingly dips his head down, lifting your ass up off the wooden floorboards of your home so that your slit is easier for his mouth to reach. His tongue already hangs out before he’s met your cunt, huffing hot breaths against your slit to cool you down a little. “Lix-” You whine gently at his flirting, and the needy tone of his nickname falling from your lips is enough to kick him into gear, his nose buried against your clit while his tongue laps up at the excessive of slick coating your slit. Right away he mumbles “Taste s'good-” against you, and God does he mean it — he’d happily spend forever between your legs if you’d let him just so that he can drink your slick up at a moments notice. Sweeter than anything he’ll experience at the feast, better than granny Evelyn’s cookies, and that’s a high compliment coming from the man who regularly eats them. And it only takes a single taste to have him acting up too, cock painfully hard as he licks up and down your slit, nudging his tongue between your folds to slurp away at your hole to force those cute whines to continue to rise from your throat. Ever the pleaser, he wraps one arm around your thigh so that his thumb can reach your clit while pinning you in place to his lips, the other arm kept under your ass to keep you supported enough while he eats you out mid-air. And man eats, all sloppy and full of saliva, dropping excess drool against your slit just for him to lap up again on a second pass, his thumb barely providing enough friction with how focused he is on eating you out that you have to wiggle to get more of his attention, his brows knitted in concentration as he does his best to multitask but fuck it’s difficult when his tongue slips into your hole to drink straight from the tap. Lewd sucks and harsh gulps huffed against your cunt as he picks up on your increasing in pitch whines, all choked and raspy as his thumb flicks them out of you, stroking tight circles against your clit the way he knows makes you feel best. Happy to hear this his pussy drunk attitude has you reeling, bucking your hips against his lips as his cock bobs in his pants for attention, aching, pulsing under how open you are about how good he makes you feel and really — that’s what turns him on the most. Seeing the fruits of his labour come to fruition in every little moan he tongue fucks out of you, the writhing about he forces you to endure with your arms tied tight against your sides, keeping you locked to his lips even as you warn him of your upcoming orgasm with a drawl of his name that sounds like music to his ears.

He’ll drink that too.

More than anything he wants to provide for you. The ego boost he gets from hearing you cry his name as he swallows every bit of slick your cunt offers him, lapping at your cunt like a man starved — it’s all he wants. And, by extension, he wants so badly to provide for a family with you too. Helping you reach your first orgasm of the night with flicks of his thumb against your cute clit, humming lowly into your hole with his tongue fucking in and out of you to get you nice and wet for him — as if you weren’t enough already — and loosening you up a bit before he splits you in two on his fat cock. He’s also just partaking in a bit of self indulgence, having the time of his life eating you out and drinking you down.

He knows you’re cumming when you start humping his face as much as possible with the restraints, his thumb releasing your clit in favour of digging his nails into your skin, soon replacing the stimulation you briefly lacked with his tongue, rolling it over your clit to help you fully enjoy your orgasm while you pant his name over and over again. “That’s it-” he unlatches from your cunt, licking his lips with a lewd slurp as he lets you down gently, placing your ass back on the floor for the wood to soak up that which he missed. “Good fuckin’ girl.” His voice a low growl, exposed want for you on full display as he sucks his thumb clean too, making sure to keep eye contact with you as he does so regardless of how hazy and dazed you look, just so you can see just as much as feel how much he loves you. Speaking of which, his cock is simply begging to be inside you already, because while looking after you and providing you with the princess treatment is so much fun for him too, he’s been so hard for so long for you, his pants absolutely ruined with the amount of precum you’ve already teased out of him. And you’ve not even touched him yet! He’s just that pussy whipped for you.

“Ready fr'more? Please.” He begs. No matter how hard he tries to keep his cool he can’t, not when it comes to you. Pathetically palming over his too hard erection that quickly turns to harsh tugs at his clothed tip, openly panting above you as his eyes squeeze shut briefly into the feeling of at last — some stimulation. “Cause- m'sorry, but- Can’t wait much longer.” He confesses, a bit more honestly this time as you lightly laugh at his impatience. Well, he’s been patient all day, hasn’t he? You can’t blame him for rushing now that you’ve given him permission, like a dog who doesn’t know how to pace himself.

“I’m yours, Alex. Your wife.” You reassure him, lazily smiling at him with the bliss of the orgasm his tongue fucked out of you, acting as innocent as possible at the mention of the wife tag, though surely you can see the immediate effects it causes him as he almost falls over you with cock in hand. “Do as you please.” And he wonders if you realise the ramifications of your consent the moment you speak it, or if it takes you a second to catch up to the sudden mood change as he practically tears his shorts from his frame to slap his fat cock against your puffy little cunt, precum sticking to your stomach as he fucks it forward against you out of instinct. What he wants to do is fuck a baby into you. To impregnate you with his seed. Are you giving him permission to act so carelessly?

“You’ve no idea the things ya do t'me, princess.” He teases, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in the last show of self control he’ll have for the night as he holds the base of his cock to tap his leaking tip on your tummy. Looking down at your shaking frame as he notices just how small you look below him, his cock easily reaching your belly button and the sight has him gasping for air. It’s not the first time he’s fucked you, far from it, but rather that he can’t get over the sheer size difference, every time he has you naked truly feels like the first when he sizes you up like this. It’s a wonder how your tiny cunt manages to fit his big fat cock and it never ceases to surprise him how well you take it. He’s so proud of you, you know? It’s part of why he wants to breed you so badly. You’re so strong, he can think of no better mother for his eventual children. “You’ve no idea the things I wanna do to you either.” He half admits his secret, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he idly swings his hips back and forth against you, feeling his thighs grow tacky with your slick while he stains your tummy with pre.

“Oh yeah?” You sigh, easing yourself into his gentle back and forth petting, allowing him to use your body for the tender moment. “Pray tell.” You continue, and he enjoys that you’re still willing to banter with him even has his hot and heavy cock fucks against your tummy. Wife material.

It’s not an easy thing to admit, he finds. Though he wants for nothing more than to start his own little family with you, the lewd intent behind his actions is palpable. Wanting to stuff your tiny cunt so full of cum your tummy swells. To watch as your belly grows with his planted seed, knowing that everyone in town will recognise that he’s fucked you pregnant. He’s honestly a little dizzy just at the thought, working on autopilot as he draws his hips back, letting his cock rest between your folds to glide his tip up and down it thoughtfully. He swallows hard before mumbling.

“Wanna have a baby with you.”

And to his surprise you don’t react with shock or denial, but rather with a smiled gasp. Love in your eyes and a shimmy in your shoulders as if you were attempting to reach out to him before remembering that you’re currently tied up. His heart clearly doesn’t get the acceptance memo though, hammering against his chest with anxiety while awaiting your reply.

“You mean it?” You whisper, dumb smile still plastered on your face. It causes him to grin too, lopsided when mixed with the distracting feeling of his cock sliding up your slit, knocking against your clit on every pass.

“Yeah.” He replies.

“Are you sure about this?

"So sure. Never been surer, if m'honest.”

He watches as you wait a second or two to fully accept his words, mulling them over in your post orgasm mind before you earnestly nod back at him. Short and sweet, just like his little wife herself.

“C'mon, let’s make you a daddy.” You tempt and boy does he take the bait. The petname you offer serving as the final nail in his restrain coffin, his hips driving against your cunt at the implication you make. Causes him to curse, a tense fuck- as you hum in satisfaction, smirking at his inability to control himself from such a simple word. Daddy. He’s never thought to have liked it so much, never even gave the name much consideration. But now, now he’s sure that he likes it, and he wants to hear you say it again. And again, and again.

“Again.” He demands, but there’s a hint of edge to his voice that surely lets you know that he’s praying.

“D-Daddy-” You stutter, only because he’s started lining his cock up to your twitching hole, thumb pressing down on the base of his cock to work his way inside.

“Again.” He urges, the usual gruff voice he uses during sex slowly returning as he gets comfortable in his stride once more. “Need t'hear y'say it one more time, c'mon-” His tip finally catching on your hole, a simultaneous gasp sounding in the room as the lights adorning your body flash before him.

You gulp, waiting for him to move but he doesn’t. He waits. True to his word, needs to hear the name choked from your throat once more before he gives you what you both want. “Da-Daddy!” You whine, all high strung and fuckin’ pretty as he pushes in as soon as you begin repeating yourself, a cheeky smirk tugging at his lips as he finally feels in control again. “Yeah? Gonna make me a daddy, s'at right?” He barks down at you, word scathing and dripping with how much he yearns for you, even as his cock nudges inside of you. Pushing in slow and steady, because even if he’s knocked one orgasm out of you he can still feel the tight squeeze of your cunt, the stretch his fat cock forces you to endure until his balls are fully rested against your ass and you let out a cute shaky breath. Every time without fail. Barely waiting a moment for you to get accustomed to his girth before he’s pulling his hips back just as slowly as he pushed in, gritting his teeth at how tightly your little cunt tries to suck his cock back in to the hilt, like you never want him to leave. You can’t even reach out for him to pull him back down and into you, though he sees you try anyway. The power you offer him in the form of the light restraints going straight to his cock as he too eagerly shoves it back inside, settling into an unfair pace right from the get go. His muscles taut and tense as he prompts your legs to wrap around his back, fucking you on his hands and knees as both arms plant at either side of your head, each rock of his hips into you causing your ass to lift from the floor again and again.

“Promise t'make me a daddy-” He whines, and though he knows it’s unfair to ask as much he can’t help himself from begging. Punctuating his words with quick snap thrusts into your tiny wanting hole, his tip dragged against your twitching insides to draw more and more precum out to leave his mark. “Promise-” He repeats, slowing his thrusts down a little to allow you some room to breathe, to catch up with his cruel actions in hopes of hearing you answer. “An’ I’ll promise t'make you a mommy, yeah? Would y'like that? Have a few brats runnin’ around? God- fuck, gettin’ s'tight all of a sudden aint'cha? Y'want that?” He rambles on and on, unwilling to even let you reply because he’s riled himself up enough with his own words, fucking into you faster again out of primal instinct to breed. Still, the weak nod you send his way with your mouth open in an 'O’ so sweet moans of praise can escape your lips is promise enough, he thinks. Driving his hips against you at such a speed, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the space left between as he’s unable to stop himself now. Absolutely fraught with need to impregnate you, to make good on his promise to fuck you into motherhood and to tie you down to him forever as an ultimate show of his love for you. Balls heavy with seed and tight with intent on tainting you from the inside as much as his fingers mark your floorboards as he digs his palms into the wood for more leverage, bouncing you on the ground to fuck you back down on his cock with every thrust.

And the way you sob his name every time he fully sheathes, railing you into the floor below, your voice all cracked and broken as he fucks the word out of you — he’s going a little insane. Fucking you in such a dirty situation, his cute little wife turned vulgar with the amount of moans his cock fucks out of you. Saliva pooling in his mouth in sheer thirst for you, tummy tight with how good your little cunt wraps around his much bigger cock, so painfully hard just from how much he loves you, how helpless you look as he ruins you. So submissive below him, simply forced to lay there and take it like a good girl, like a good mommy would. His satisfaction heard through the low and rough moans your cunt squeezes out of him, the harsh pants for air as his hips refuse to let up, rocking into you with such desperation and determination that he can feel his thighs shake from under him. “Gonna be the best momma, jus’ know it-” He babbles, dripping drool down to your cheek as he hovers his face right above your own, hunched over you like the dirty dog he is to better fuck into your sopping cunt, your slick surely coating his thighs by now by the sounds of things. All gushy and wet, unfairly so. “Feel s'good, ah- tight fuckin’ cunt, huh?” he groans as your legs tighten around him just as your cunt starts to spasm around his cock, trapping him against your body so that he’s coerced into cumming inside anyway, the high pitched squeals you let out at his rough fucks offering a sure sign that you’re close once again, heels digging into his back as if to ask him never to leave. He wont, fuck, he never wants to. Would love to be balls deep buried in your little cunt all the time if he could, bullying his dribbling tip as deep as he can until his tip brushes against your cervix. And then it’s over for him, eyes rolled back as his head drops at the want to completely penetrate you and fuck his seed into you. You want this too, and he can tell from the way you breathlessly beg please-! over and over again, your eyes barely able to stay open from how well he fucks you and he thinks it’s just the cutest sight to see. To know this it’s his cock that’s making you feel so good, that you’ll soon be bearing his children, that you’ll be fucked into starting a family with him. His appreciation barely heard over the obscenely lewd slap of his balls against you, the too loud squelch of his cock fucking your little hole.

“Close?” He intends to ask, but it comes out more as a plea for you to hurry up and cum because he’s so close, so fuckin’ close himself thanks to your tight cunt and pretty face. The faint pained expression you wear looks so pretty and proves to be particularly fatal to him right now, the bounce of your tightly bound and hidden tits causing his heart to ache. “S'mommy close? C'mon, lemme see that pretty face-” he shudders into you, ego stroked almost as well as his cock when you can do no more than babble back half-hearted please! and yes! like some sort of broken record that he’ll never tire of. Don’t worry, he’ll fuck you as many times as he needs to tonight to knock you up. This round acting as just the first of many in his eyes, though perhaps the second and third he’ll untie you as he’d intended to from the very beginning.

It only takes a couple more strokes from his precise fucks to help you unravel, creaming his cock so well that he falls completely into you, cock humping away at your little spasming hole as he falls into a silent gasp against your neck. Huffing and panting and drooling all over your neck as your orgasm washes over you, back arched nicely into his chest with a short cry of his name. Fuck he’s so in love, so completely head over heels for you that he follows shortly behind you simply from hearing you finish, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm until he finally cums himself. Fucking his cock as deep as he can to increase the chances of getting you pregnant, moaning a string of “Yeahyeahyeah-” through gritted teeth right down your ear as your cunt milks him so well, desperately humping to prolong just how good he feels in your warm cunt, his seed mixing around and coating his cock with your own slick gushing around the base. Mind numb besides the thought of stuffing you so full of cum that there’s no way you wont be pregnant by the end of the night, keeping his cock lodged in your full cunt despite the little trickles of cum the seep out to make sure that most of it remains inside. And then he’s left winded, blissed out and high as he simply breathes with you. A steady in and out after the sharp gulps of air, allowing you a moment to calm down after such strenuous activity.

Because after all, you’re a mommy now. His mommy now. And as such he has to look after you especially well, peeling himself from your front only to allow you more room to breathe. That, and the fact that he wants to get you out of those string lights, let him pay attention to those pretty mommy tits. “Practice.” He tells you, as if it isn’t just self indulgence on his part. “For the baby.” He pats your tummy with one hand while the other reaches around to dig under the wiring.

Maybe he’d like to try the red lights next.

[writerblue275]

What to get each Heartsteel member for the holidays

Aphelios: 1. Stuff to decorate his studio with. 2. Moon-themed things. 3. Why do I feel like he’s similar to me and collects SOMETHING. For me it’s owl things (I fucking love owls.) and cool enamel pins! I could see Phel collecting really cool enamel pins or some sort of trinket. 4. To go with #3. A place to put said trinkets (for example a cork board/pin banner to hang pins on). [I should take a photo of my cork board that has all my pins and stuff on it so you can see what I mean!]

Ezreal: 1. Book discussing an ancient civilization he’s been interested in. 2. A book going over works of an artist/artistic period/movement he really likes. (I did that for my dad this year about an artist he likes and he almost started crying he was so excited. It was so fucking cute. I’ve been waiting to give him that book since JULY. 🥹)

Kayn: 1. Accessories for a guitar (like a custom embroidered guitar strap or picks). 2. I feel like he’d primarily play electric, but I definitely think he’d play/have an acoustic guitar. You can find some really cool wood-burned acoustic guitars for (relatively) cheap. (A good instrument is expensive (I know this from playing viola) but compared to electric guitars, acoustics are definitely more affordable.) 3. I have a fun embroidery hoop hanging on my wall and it’s all fancy and shit and it says “DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO” and I think something like that fits Kayn so perfectly. (I need to take a photo and post it for y’all. It’s one of my favorite things lmao.)

K’Sante: 1. A really fancy set of colored pencils and a really nice sketch pad that he can use for sketching out his designs. 2. A new sewing machine/sewing kit. 3. FABRIC. Get this man nice fabric so he can bring his designs to life! Especially if he’s shown you a design he really loves, or that you really love, get fabric for that specific design.

Sett: 1. Brand new fancy sewing kit he’s been talking about. (I absolutely love that he’s canonically a sewing expert. I fucking love it so much). 2. If not a full kit then a really nice seam ripper or specific tool he maybe needs an upgrade on. Could be customized to him. I think he’d love that! 3. Really nice set of pots/pans/kitchen utensils. (I’m thinking like the hex clad pans I keep hearing about.)

Sett Extra: You better get something for his mama!!! As someone who has a mother who is a knitting machine, I know exactly what to get. 1. Some really really lovely and fancy yarn. 2. Knitting pattern books that she doesn’t have. 3. A yarn bowl (it’s literally a bowl that the yarn sits in, and there’s a little hole or design that allows the end to come out so you don’t have to keep unwinding the yarn or anything. And it’s easy to keep your space neat while knitting. My mother LOVES HERS. My dad accidentally broke her first one and she was devastated! [A new/nicer one was her Christmas present from my dad last year.])

Yone: 1. Some god damn peace and quiet and sleep. This man needs a break lmao. 2. But actually, stuff to decorate his studio with (for example a funny little do not disturb sign that he can put on the door, some posters or something. 3. Maybe some small framed photos of the two of you that he can put on his desk. You’re his muse after all (and you help him not go insane during late nights.)

EXTRA-

Alune: She deserves some gifts toooooooo!! 1. This woman deserves a damn spa day. Do I even have to explain myself? Like she deserves some serious pampering. 2. Another one who I could see collecting something fun. Probably moon related lol.

[twstjam]

Black Fire

Quick drabble because I was thinking about the importance of love to dragons in twst but also in Barbie's version of the Swan Lake, where Odette is weakened because her lover professed his love to someone else. So, I decided to combine the two :) Pairing: Malleyuu/Malleus x Reader Setting: Ambiguous. Non-canon Warnings: Hurt no comfort. Not proofread.

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Dragons are known as possibly the most powerful beings in Twisted Wonderland. They are possessive, selfish, with an even more fearsome temper to boot.

So who could've guessed that a dragon's biggest strength and weakness is love?

Not anyone and especially not you. You hadn't even known Tsunotarou was a dragon until almost a year after a meeting him, until after almost three months of having been planted the seeds of affection for him within you.

You should've been able to guess. After all, love and companionship are important things to him, more important than even his beloved gargoyles. It's obvious in the way he keeps his family close; how he recalls memories of Silver's youth fondly, is endeared by Sebek's overzealousness, and hangs onto Lilia's every word. It's obvious in how he wraps himself around you, leaning his chest against your back and looping his arms around your torso and purrs in delight at your acceptance of his affection. Obvious in how he gifts you little trinkets from his expansive collection of memorabilia, how he had put effort into appeasing your friends with gifts that suited their interests when he had unintentionally upset them. He is possessive and selfish just like the stories say, but despite being these things, he still allows your friends to steal your time, has even begun to grow closer to them himself too.

You should've been able to guess just how precious love was to him. How dearly he holds it in his heart. How dearly he holds you in his heart. How, even though he sneaks glances at you and brushes your hand fleetingly in ways that he does with no one else and boldly visits you uninvited, you should not have dismissed his behavior as mere eagerness.

It shouldn't have taken you this long to realise Malleus's feelings. Shouldn't have taken him inviting you into a room overlooking his lush rose garden to realise that your blossoming feelings are reciprocated.

When Malleus confesses to you, looks into your eyes and captivates you with the glow of his green irises, you finally put the pieces together and see it, the intensity of his feelings for you that have itself taken form a gorgeous bloom that rivals the roses of his cherished garden.

You're so amazed, enchanted by him like you always are, that you barely notice the cacophony of squeaking bats outside the window.

You're watching Malleus closely, taking in every inch of his flawless features. His eyes are hesitant, his head tilted slightly away from you and a handkerchief held over his glossy lips in an almost shy manner that makes your heart flutter with endearment.

"Do you accept my feelings?" he murmurs.

Your chest feels so pleasantly warm that it almost feels as if you might be melting from the inside-out. You reach out your hand and the commotion outside is like white noise to you as Malleus accepts your hand and your fingers entertwine. They fit perfectly against each other, and nothing has ever felt more right.

You take a soft, shuddering breath, hold it within you like something holy, and use it to utter the precious words:

"I do. I love you too. I always have."

Malleus smiles, so big and wide, and the delicate breath instead escapes in a startled gasp at the way his bright eyes darken into a deep emerald.

"I had hoped you'd say that."

Your head snaps toward the windows, finally hearing the bats screech in alarm. Your eyes are drawn down to the garden, where the roses wilt and die right as the magic within them drains before your very eyes.

You tug your hand out of his and stumble back in horror. The expression he's making is so wrong on Malleus's face, his lips pulling back to bare his teeth in a triumphant grin, his eyes wide and cruel.

"Who are you?!" you scream at the impostor. "Where's Malleus?!"

"That doesn't matter now!" the man laughs wickedly. Orange fire engulfs his body, the heat making you wince, and a white-haired man, wide-eyed and manic, looks back at you with a mocking smile. "You already confessed your love to me. Thanks to you, darling, that evil master of the abyss can now be vanquished!"

The windows burst open and the bats swarm in, squealing in anguish. Rollo Flamm merely laughs as he's engulfed in flame once again and disappears before they reach him. You're left standing stunned and horrified, listening to the fading sound of his laughter, before the bats begin to claw at you to grab your attention.

You don't question the bats as they lead you. You follow them, so frantic that you trip over yourself, and nearly fall to your knees when you leave into an empty hallway and see Malleus sprawled on the floor, unmoving, his robes scattered around him like spilled ink.

"No!" the agonized scream comes out of you unbidden, and you do fall to your knees once you've reached Malleus's side. You cradle his face in shaking hands, and your heart twists at how cold his skin feels. His eyes are closed and he's breathing but it's slow, as well as his pulse, as if he's merely in a deep sleep. You know he isn't, because the familiar energy of his magic electrifying the air isn't present. Instead, you can feel it draining with each passing second.

A dragon's biggest strength is love, but it is also his weakness.

You should've been able to guess—You should've noticed. It shouldn't have taken you holding Malleus's weakening body in your arms to realise that—

Malleus Draconia is in love with you, but because of that love, when you had professed your love to another, you had also thrown away all his magic just as you had thrown away his heart.

[mysticalmallard]

Birthday Surprise

Description: Juice has a very special surprise for his girlfriend's birthday 🎂

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Juice had been planning for weeks, every detail meticulously thought out to ensure that his girlfriend's birthday would be a day she would never forget. The day finally arrived, and he woke up early, making sure he had enough time to set up everything before she woke up. The house was already decorated with colorful balloons and streamers, and a big 'Happy Birthday' banner hung on the wall. He had also made her favorite breakfast and had a tray ready to bring to her in bed.

Juice entered the bedroom with a smile plastered on his face, carrying the tray of food. He gently woke his girlfriend up, whispering 'Happy Birthday' in her ear. He placed the tray on her lap and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her face light up as she saw the spread of her favorite breakfast items.

When she finished her breakfast, Juice handed her a small gift box, wrapped beautifully. Inside sat a handcrafted necklace, with a locket that held a picture of them. Juice explained how he had worked many hours in the TM garage after work to make it, just for her. She was touched by the thoughtful gesture and the time and effort he had put into it.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful...Juice..you shouldn't have" she whispers, turning the locket in her hand, looking at all the details, her eyes watering with emotion.

He smiled, pleased with her reaction. "Only the best for my girl," he says, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "There's more...come on" he gently pulls on her hand as she hops off the bed.

He leads her down to the living room, where a small table has been set up with a bouquet of her favorite flowers and another small gift. As she looks at the table, bewildered, he sneaks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her neck.

Her breath hitches in her throat for a moment before she lets out a soft laugh, leaning into his embrace. "You really went all out, huh?" she asks, turning her head to look him in the eyes.

"Anything for you," he murmurs in her ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her earlobe. "Just wait...there's one more thing" he adds with a mischievous smile.

She arches an eyebrow in curiosity, "More?" she repeats, turning in his arms to face him. "What could possibly come after all this?" She gestures to the beautifully decorated house and the various gifts.

He grins wider, enjoying seeing the way her face lights up with excited anticipation. "It's a surprise" he teases. "You have to wait a little longer" he chuckles, giving her a quick peck on the lips before steering her toward the couch. 

She lets out an exaggerated sigh, feigning impatience but secretly loving every minute of the mystery. They sit down on the couch, and Juice reaches over to the coffee table, handing her the second gift he had placed there. This one was a bit larger than the one holding the necklace.

She eagerly unwraps the gift to reveal a scrapbook. On the cover in script lettering are the words 'Our Adventures'. She looks at Juice, then back at the book, her eyes wide with surprise and curiosity. 

"Open it," he instructs gently. She flips through the pages, discovering it was full of pictures of the two of them over the years and a bunch of items like souvenirs, movie ticket stubs, receipts, and other trinkets. It was a collection of their memories together. Each page was carefully curated, reflecting the time he had invested in it. 

They spend a couple hours flipping through the scrapbook, reliving their favorite memories together. Pictures of them riding on his bike to random spots, photos from club parties, and even several goofy candid shots. She was moved by the nostalgia and overwhelmed by her emotions. 

As she reached the end of the scrapbook, she was puzzled to find the other half of the book completely empty. She looked up at Juice, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"Why's the end of the book not filled out?" she asks him, unable to hide her curiosity.  He smiles, but there's a hint of nervousness in his eyes. He had planned this moment and hoped he would get it right. "There's a reason for that," he starts, his voice low and gentle. He takes the scrapbook from her hands, placing it back down on the coffee table.

He takes her hands in his, looking into her eyes intensely. "I left those pages empty on purpose," he explains, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on the back of her hands. "I wanted to fill the rest of those pages for the years to come." The nervous look in his eyes has faded, replaced by a tenderness she hasn't seen before. He clears his throat standing up still holding her hand in his looking down at her with so much love.

The tenderness in his gaze is palpable, and his voice is barely above a whisper. He takes a deep breath, gathering all his courage and locking his eyes with hers. "You know, I want the rest of those pages to be filled with memories of us together. Not just as a couple, but as husband and wife."

He lowers himself to one knee, his grip on her hand tightens slightly. He looks down, avoiding her gaze for a moment as he gathers his thoughts. "I...I don't have a ring yet. Not the one I want anyway. I want to give you a ring that you deserve, the ring of your dreams, not just any ring." He says, his words rushing out with nervousness. 

He glances up at her face anxiously, trying to gauge her reaction. The surprise in her eyes hasn't faded, almost frozen in shock. Juice interprets her silence as rejection, and a pang of panic hits him. He squeezes her hands tighter, his face growing worried. "I'm sorry, I know it's probably too soon. But I-" he trails off before he can finish his sentence. He starts to pull away, thinking he had made a mistake. 

"Wait," she suddenly blurts out, finding her voice for the first time since he knelt down. Her hands grip his tight, stopping him from moving away. Her voice is soft, her eyes locked onto his. "You don't understand. I don't need a special ring," she shakes her head. "I'd be happy with a ring made from a piece of string." She smiles, her gaze full of tenderness. 

He looks at her, surprise etched on his face. He'd been so caught up in wanting to give her the best, yet here she was, saying she'd take anything. He felt a wave of love and gratitude wash over him. "Really?" he asks, disbelief in his voice. 

She nods, a tear forming in the corner of her eye. "I don't care about the ring," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "All I care about is being with you. I don't need anything fancy to make me happy. Just you." 

He stares at her in disbelief, processing her words. "Wait, you're saying yes?" he blurts out, his voice cracking slightly. His heart was pounding in his chest, adrenaline rushing through his veins. His voice grows quieter, almost as if he doesn't dare to hope. "Y-you will marry me?" he asks, his eyes searching hers for confirmation. 

She lets out a soft laugh, tears now streaming down her face. "Yes," she nods, a happy smile forming on her lips. "Yes, I will marry you." A wide grin spreads across his face, his eyes shining with joy. He pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. He stands up, lifting her off the ground, her legs dangling slightly as he spins her around in a tight hug. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. "I love you," he murmurs, the words muffled against her skin. "I thought you'd say no." 

She gently pulls back, framing his face in her hands, her thumbs gently wiping away the tears from his cheeks. "How could I possibly say no?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She places a gentle kiss on his forehead, then his cheek, before finally settling on his lips.

He kisses her back, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him. He pulls her closer, wanting — no, needing — to feel her body pressed against his. The kiss deepens, their emotions pouring into each other through every touch and movement. 

They break apart, foreheads resting against each other. Their breaths come out in ragged gasps, hearts still racing. She reaches up, her fingers tracing the lines of his face as if trying to memorize every detail. 

He leans into her touch, his eyes closing for a brief moment, relishing the contact. "I never knew happiness like this was possible," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "You make me feel like the luckiest man alive." 

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hi!

So like, how would FL/childe react to you giving them pretty rocks? I love collecting rocks and tumbling them, and I also like giving them to everyone I mildly like.

Like, you just casually find a cool rock on the street, so you pick it up, clean it, and hand it to FL/Childe. You do this every time you two go out. The house is covered in rock that you gave them.

Idk, I think it's cute.

-awkward anon

ahh, the crow instinct. always a favorite of mine!!

it starts with one little rock, gray and smooth and smaller than your palm. it looks boring to many, but it's perfect to you- it's so wonderfully shaped! round and oblong, a perfect oval. you bring it to Legacy with little fanfare, merely setting the stone in his open claws before turning back to whatever you were doing. but he stares at it, wide-eyed, admiring its smooth surface and perfect shape. he puts it on his favorite shelf, amongst the other knickknacks he's accrued over the years- a hawk's feather, a bead bracelet you made him that needs to be repaired, the tiny glass whale you brought back from a trip. the rock goes right in the center, a pleased purr coming from his lips before he wanders off to assist you again. the rock is momentarily forgotten, yet still proudly displayed on his little shelf of trinkets for the time being

then you give him another. and another. and another, until almost every shelf is decorated with at least one little stone

sometimes the rocks are mostly plain, with an interesting stripe or shape, while other times they turn out to be chunks of crystal or petrified wood- half of the fun is finding out what he gets this time. Childe brings each stone to Zhongli when he's on break, watching the ex-Archon carefully examine it with a smile- he always has a story to tell the Eleventh Harbinger about the rocks, praising you for your good taste even over the simplest ones. Childe takes them back to him with a subtle grin on his face, picking the perfect place to position it and just looking at his collection fondly- they shine so softly in the light of your home

it's little surprise when Foul Legacy begins bringing you all types of flowers, nudging and encouraging you to press and dry them for display or use

[itzpris15634]

Day 2: Memories

Do you remember Minka's photo board/wall from 'Helping Out' from the May Prompts? It comes back here ;)

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The picture-perfect scene was set. The friend group posed in front of the building, some sort of souvenir in each of their hands. Penny held her phone up in selfie mode, ready to capture the moment.

"Everybody say cheese in three… two…" She called out to her friends, "…one!"

"Cheese!" Everyone said in unison, flashing their toothiest grins for the camera.

Several shuttering noises from the phone followed, confirming to them that their picture had been taken.

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Minka hummed another of her favorite tunes as she got to work, readying photos from her latest trip for the board.

Her printer rolled out the photos, each sourced from her friends' albums. She cut them out the way she liked- as if they were photos from a polaroid camera. Finally, with those mini clothespins, she clipped them to the nylon string strewn over the corkboard.

It had been more than a few months since Minka first set up the photo wall. More and more pictures have been added, along with other trinkets and souvenirs the group had collected on their trips.

Minka took a few steps back to take a full look at the wall. A mixture warm feeling swelled up in her chest. Pride for her hard work in putting all of this together. Endearment for the people in her life this very board reminded her of. Fondness for all the memories she shared with them.

Some were joyful. Others, more sad. Some more were a little silly. Some were actually rather embarrassing. Scary. Loving. Forgetful. Sweet. Never to be discussed again. To be discussed over and over.

No matter the feelings behind them, Minka treasured them all as a reminder of who she shared her life with. She hoped to make many more in the future.

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Short and sappy yet again ahah

I did want to write angst for this, really, but it just didn't click for me. So, uh, eh.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Daryl came home from a run.

And he was happy to be doing so, unlike some tine before where he preffered to stay outside of the Alexandria walls where his inner animal could run wild and he didn't have to pretend to be a human only to stay within the community.

His life within the walls was better nowadays. Two loving partners and no fear of being thrown out of the community for being a monster.

He had found some small trinkets to take home on top of the needed items he had listed when he set off and he couldn't wait to show them his finds.

When he entered the livingroom his girls were already in high spirits, tidying up the place and singing along to one of the records from their collection. Sherry busied herself putting the blankets back over the couch cushions as Tabby put away the dishes.

They noticed him almost immediately and dropped their items to go greet him with a joined hug and lots of welcome home kisses were shared.

Quiestions of "how did it go?" "What did you find?" and "Did you get hurt?" Were thrown at him before he even had a chance to take off his boots but he didn't mind it. Making it home in one piece made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

"M'fine. Ain't gettin' hurt on a two-day supply run." He reassured them by punctuating each sentence with eskimo kisses.

"Did find a lil' somethin' for ya." The girls quickly let go in anticipation. He could see in their eyes they were wondering what he had brought, so he fished for the box in his pocket and took it out. It wasn't much, all dusty and damaged but it still did its job of protecting what's inside.

He held out the little box and let the girls open it, revealing a set of four-leaf clover charms on golden chains. Daryl handed the box over and fished out one of the necklaces.

"Yer part Irish, so ya gotta have one a'these." Daryl fumbled with the delicate closing of the necklace and carefully went to put it around Tabby's neck. "Looks pretty on ya. Like it's supposed ta be there." His hands found her cheeks as he admired his partner, leaning in for a love filled kiss.

He moved to take another one.

"Ya said yer birthday's on St. Patty's day, s'got them clovers all over it." His hands wrapped around her to clasp the necklace around her as she nodded. "Yeah. I did say that." She felt loved by the fact that he remembered that from mentioning it only once, leaning in for a kiss as soon as she felt the chain rest comfortably on her skin.

"N'this," He took the third one from the box to put around his own neck. "This one's ta show e'ryone how damn lucky I got with y'all."

"There's one left, one for Dog?" Daryl only chuckled at rhe redhead's comment.

"Nah, s'fer our kid." He paused for a moment. "If ya want one, tha' is. Ain't gon' forca ya."

The two girls gave each other a look, one that spoke a million words that only they understood. Daryl hated when they did that because it always meant something was about to go horribly sideways.

Except this time it didn't.

It was Sherry who fished out something from her pocket. "We got someting for you too, big guy." The nerves had her shaking with her hand still in her pocket so Tabby leaned in for help, one arm wrapped around her partner while the other one led the hand holding Daryl's gift out of her pocket.

They held out the small piece of plastic as Tabby happily spoke for the other. "Won't have to wait much longer for that!" She shimmied up against Sherry's side to comfort. "We found out this morning, she wasn't feeling well and we hadn't really been careful.." Daryl joined in then, grabbing both his girls in a giant bear hug. "S'amazing."

He could feel Sherry's nerves not settling at all so he made sure to give her all the reasuurance she needed. "Ya know we're gon' be takin'care of ya real good, righ'?" Tabby agreed with a rub on her shoulder, and got a quiet but smiling nod in return, letting them know she just needed a moment to let it all settle.

"M'so lucky I found ya girls. Wouldn't want it any other way."

🍀 🍀 🍀 🍀

Sherry is mine

Tabby is @celtic-crossbow 's

[cherrygirlystuff]

Your Guide to Indie Romance Aesthetics

Hey babe! 🌸 Ready to dive into the world of indie romance with a touch of grit and passion? Welcome to Sleaze Seduction, where we’re all about capturing the raw, passionate side of love through mixtapes, polaroid photo diaries, and all those little details that make indie romance so irresistible. Whether you’re swooning over the aesthetics or just looking for some romantic inspiration, I’ve got everything you need to embrace that indie seduction vibe. So grab your favorite mixtape, snap some Polaroids, and let’s get into the romance of the indie sleaze era! 🎶📸

Sleaze Seduction: Embracing Indie Romance with a Gritty Twist 🌟

Indie romance isn’t about perfect, polished love stories—it’s about capturing the messy, passionate, and incredibly real side of romance. It’s about finding beauty in the rough edges and cherishing those moments of raw emotion. Here’s how to infuse your life with the gritty, romantic charm of indie sleaze.

1. Mixtapes: The Heartbeat of Indie Romance 🎶

There’s nothing quite like a mixtape to capture the essence of romance. Whether it’s for a special someone or just for yourself, creating a mixtape is all about curating a collection of songs that tell a story.

Classic Indie Love Songs: Start with tracks that have that raw, passionate edge. Think of songs like “Such Great Heights” by The Postal Service or “All I Want” by Kodaline. These tracks are perfect for setting a romantic yet gritty mood.

Personal Touch: Add in songs that have special meaning to you and your partner. Whether it’s a song from your first date or one that reminds you of your favorite memories together, personal touches make your mixtape unique.

Mix It Up: Don’t be afraid to mix genres and tempos. Include a mix of mellow tracks for those intimate moments and upbeat anthems for when you’re feeling the love and energy.

Mixtape Tip: If you’re feeling extra creative, make a physical mixtape using old-school cassette tapes or CDs. It adds a nostalgic touch and shows how much thought you put into it.

2. Polaroid Photo Diaries: Capturing Indie Romance Moments 📸

Polaroid photo diaries are all about freezing those fleeting, beautiful moments of indie romance. Here’s how to create a photo diary that captures the gritty, passionate side of your love story:

Capture Everyday Moments: Don’t just focus on the big events—snap pictures of those everyday moments that make your relationship special. Whether it’s a cozy night in, a spontaneous adventure, or just a quiet moment together, these photos tell a story.

Embrace the Imperfections: Indie romance is all about embracing the imperfections. Don’t worry about perfect lighting or perfectly posed photos. The charm of Polaroids is in their spontaneity and rawness.

Create a Photo Wall: Display your favorite Polaroids on a wall or in a scrapbook. Arrange them in a way that tells a story and captures the essence of your relationship. Add handwritten notes or captions to give each photo a personal touch.

Photo Diary Tip: Use vintage-inspired photo filters or effects to give your Polaroids that authentic indie vibe. It adds a touch of nostalgia and enhances the romantic, gritty aesthetic.

3. Embracing Indie Romance Aesthetics: Adding the Finishing Touches 🌹

To really capture that indie seduction vibe, it’s all about the little details that make your romantic moments feel special and authentic. Here’s how to add those finishing touches to your indie romance:

Handwritten Letters: Nothing says romance like a heartfelt, handwritten letter. Pour your feelings onto paper and add it to your Polaroid photo diary or mixtape. It’s a personal touch that makes your romance feel extra special.

Vintage Decor: Surround yourself with vintage decor that adds to the indie romance aesthetic. Think old records, vintage books, and retro trinkets that add character and charm to your space.

Mood Lighting: Create a romantic atmosphere with mood lighting. Use fairy lights, candles, or old lamps to set a cozy, intimate scene. The right lighting can make any moment feel magical.

Romantic Tip: Plan spontaneous dates or surprise gestures that align with your indie romance aesthetic. Whether it’s a midnight picnic or a surprise mixtape, it’s the little things that make your romance stand out.

Final Thoughts, Gorgeous: Embracing Indie Seduction in Every Moment 🌟

And there you have it—your ultimate guide to capturing the raw, passionate side of indie romance! From mixtapes and Polaroid photo diaries to vintage decor and handwritten letters, Sleaze Seduction is all about embracing the gritty, beautiful moments of love. So go ahead, dive into your indie romance, and let every moment be a celebration of your unique love story.

What’s your favorite way to capture indie romance? Share your mixtapes, Polaroid diaries, or romantic gestures in the comments—I’d love to hear how you’re embracing the sleaze seduction vibes! 💕

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Thinking about little Spider in a dragon au. He’s the only human child and is so jealous when the Sully kids start collecting stuff for their hoards because he wants one too! But he doesn’t have that instinct that the others have, he doesn’t have an ancient dragon-y voice in the back of his head telling him what to hoard or even how to properly hoard at all.

Cue baby Spider trying to be all sneaky, assessing each of the Sully kids’ hoards individually to see what feels right for him.

Neteyam’s hoard is probably the neatest hoard Spider has ever had the pleasure of laying his eyeballs on. Carefully crafted arrow heads, brilliantly colored fish scales, a wind instrument of some kind—random stuff (or at least to a human eye; according to Norm all dragons see the specific spark that links everything in their hoard together) all organized in some needlessly particular way that Spider still doesn’t understand completely. Neteyam’s hoard is nice, but doesn’t call out to Spider. He moves on.

Hmm, Kiri’s hoard seems interesting. Dried flowers, random paintings, several baskets of mushrooms and nuts and seeds, homemade jewelry, and river rocks of various shapes and sizes. They’re all scattered haphazardly around her “den,” though none of them touch her “nest” (these terms puzzle Spider because he’s pretty sure their dens are just rooms and nests just really unkempt beds, but Norm and the other researchers assure him that there’s more to it than that). The vibe is nice but upon further thought none of these things really feel like anything Spider himself finds worth hoarding. Time to give Lo’ak a try.

Lo’ak’s hoard is. . . Interesting. A baseball sans the accompanying bat, several mixtapes that he highly doubts the boy has ever actually listened to given their current location being the middle of absolutely nowhere, several arrowheads that match the ones in Neteyam’s hoard, a few feathers, some shiny rocks, a few homemade friendship bracelets, and a few more random trinkets (Norm says it’s not uncommon for young dragons to hoard a bunch of random things until they find the right fit). It still doesn’t feel right to Spider.

He then proceeds to mope about it until he realizes something. Surely a hoard doesn’t have to be material things, right? If a hoard is a collection of what is most valuable, then surely the Sully kids can be be his hoard, right?

Yeah, that makes sense to Spider.

(And unbeknownst to him, he’s part of all of their hoards too.)

Ooh, this is interesting! It's also incredibly adorable, I grinned when I read those last two lines!! I'll admit, this is an au that I don't know much about. Are they actually dragons or are they ~dragons~ like in those werewolf aus where they just have a wolf in the back of their heads that says stuff and then they have senses but they aren't wolves, idk. Maybe.... shapeshifting into dragons? I don't know.

EITHER WAY, I love the hoard stuff. The idea of them all seeing a specific spark that links all their stuff, and Neteyam's specifically is this reasonable bunch of highly related stuff and then also this human child. Hilarious.

BUT CONSIDER: Is he in Jake and Neytiri's hoard? Just imagine. Neytiri, pissed that there's a human child of their enemy she doesn't want anything to do with, but as soon as she sets eyes on him theres that spark. He fits with the other kids in the family part of her hoard. And well, that's ridiculous, and she's kicks him out for dinner or something, but then it feels so wrong. She's always angrily putting Spider next to Kiri and Neteyam like "sit here" and then shoving food at him. She's always pissily stomping over to him to tuck him into his hammock that she furiously installed after one night he was sick at Hells Gate for a week and her dragon was ENRAGED that a piece of the hoard was missing for so long. Just rage caring for him because she has to lol.

[luvhughes43]

Some Blake/Nico thoughts I had while scrolling through their tag:

Blake seems like she has a collection of silk nightgowns in her wardrobe and they make Nico feral when she wears them to bed.

Neither of them are expert cooks but Blake is slightly better so she handles most of the cooking in the kitchen. Nico handles the grill and the meats though (Blake realizes this one random night while Nico is putting Rudi to bed and it makes her chuckle at how he's always had the "dad" vibe).

They have the weirdest shared playlist. It could go from Taylor Swift to Classical to Nico's beloved Swiss rap — No in betweens, no transitions, just pure chaos. They love it.

Nico once made Blake a "memory jar" as an anniversary gift where he wrote down all the happy memories he had with her that year.

Before they were super serious and still spent summer apart, Nico would get her trinkets from his hometown that reminded him of her. They now sit at a mantle in their house high out of reach from Rudi because he once tried to put the small ones in his mouth.

They dance together a lot. It's mostly just swaying to the music while in each other's arms, but they love it. (Rudi grows up with the habit of swaying to any music he likes because he saw them do it so much growing up)

she definitely does have a collection of silk nightgowns and sets !! nicos so obsessed and feral when she wears them. when they first started dating she keeps a few of his favourites at his place just to get him going🤭

please nico has such a dad vibe 😭😭 after a long day at the lake house blake starts to notice the little things... him grilling the family food (blakes obsessed), playing with their dogs, minding the boat, etc. when nico puts rudi to bed that night blake cant help but thinking of all the "dad vibe" nico has always had. she loves it of course

!!!! it'll go from blakes favourite rnb hits, pop perfection, classical, to swiss rap, and the saddest taylor & lana songs😭 their playlist is actually so messy but they've had it since they've started dating and they refuse to make another one or delete any songs off it. it's one of their favourite things in the world. whenever they hear a song off the playlist it reminds them of a certain period in their relationship ! <3

blake loves the memory jar so much. its filled with little moments that blake didnt even pick up on, and it just fills her with so much love. it's one of her favourite gifts shes ever been given <3

trinkets !! this is so cute omfg. they used to have them strewn around the house but once rudi started walking he started to eat absolutely everything. now the little trinkets have a special place high on the mantel where everyone can see them <3

theyre always dancing ! theyre shared playlist is on almost 24/7 in their house and whenever the music allows theyre swaying with each other <3 sometimes its just for a moment in-between house work, etc. but they both love it so much ! rudi definitely picks up on his parents dancing and as a baby he dances to absolutely anything !! when he's a little older he starts to sway to any music he likes <3

these were all so incredibly sweet! thank u so much for sending in🫂🫶