#the grim reaper and the girl

[wormspoor]

hey deck nine WHERE THE FUCK IS CHLOE?

with the announcement of double exposure I had to make some soft pricefield to calm the nerves. It didn’t work I am more worried now

[ink-ling]

[joyjoy-ahoy]

Ghost Family 👻

[checkered2]

Happy Easter! 🐰🥚

[dipperscavern]

about to go to bed, but this post got me thinking… cregan x reader w strange interests.,… walk with me here

people have always been a bit… unaccepting, when it comes to you and the things you like. they’ll enjoy your personality well enough, laugh with you at feasts, treat you courteously at gatherings, but decide they don’t enjoy your company the moment you show a different part of yourself.

one that takes a special interest in poisonous plants, knows how to prepare a body after death, collects bones and feathers, charts astrology… and your pets are usually quite successful in labeling you as completely mad.

you understand to some extent. different is strange, and people reject the things they don’t understand. such is the games of highborns (a rather cruel dance, really.) but you found you couldn’t find it within yourself to try and change. after all, comparison is the thief of joy, as your beloved old maester would say.

you were alright with solidarity, if being alone meant being yourself — but the old gods have always been said to have a sense of humor.

it seems cregan stark is not so off put by such oddities. quite the opposite, in fact.

your pet spider doesn’t repulse him, like it does the others. while he would’ve been most content to allow you the sole responsibility of spider-handling, it didn’t take much convincing on your part. only a simple statement of reassurance, a small smile, a warmth of your cheeks at his interest, and cregan finds himself sat on the bed as you retrieve your eight-legged friend.

whatever doubts he harbors instantly vanish as you sit across from him, un-cupping your hands to reveal a much bigger spider than he previously thought. tarantula, he’s heard the maesters say (with horror.)

while one holds the maesters’ worst nightmare, your other hand reaches for his. he takes note of your warmth, the softness of your hands in comparison to his own. people usually don’t touch him without permission, and, perhaps strangely, he wishes you to never hesitate when doing so.

he uncurls his palm for you, and before you transfer the creature, you softly ask for him to “please don’t scare him.” — and cregan’s heart skips a beat, because he knows at that very moment, he would heed your every request. anything you ask of him, it is yours.

perhaps this revelation would produce a greater affect on lord stark if he wasn’t so encapsulated with staying still while your creature begins to crawl from your palm to his own.

its great work to not tense himself or pull away when it happens, but you watch him so intensely, waiting to pull your creature to safety at any indicator. so he stills. you ground him, even if unaware.

once your creature is fully in his palm, it seems comfortable. sitting itself, abdomen flush to cregan’s palm to encompass the warmth he offers. you sit like that in silence for a moment, cregan observing it’s markings, and you waiting for the warden of the north’s assessment of you and your creature.

after some time, cregan speaks, tone different from the usual one of lord stark.

“Does he have a name?”

you can’t help but smile at his words, and he can’t help the way your expression makes one of his own tug at his lips. “Bones.”

“Bones?” he repeats, face relaxing in his surprise. his words don’t contain any malice, only a question in its tone.

you nod tentatively, as if awaiting judgement. “When found in the kitchens, a cook tried killing him with a chicken bone.”

his gaze momentarily flickers to the spider as he nods his head, a sort of understanding passing between the wolf and the arachnid. something else is there, too. a fondness for you unfurling in his chest — how you can find beauty in such things; things deemed unwanted by most people.

cregan’s gaze finds you again, and you look at the spider in his hands with such reverence it makes his lips part in silent adoration.

you’ve captured him, he thinks. he’s damned.

[stardaiyamondo]

๑ ⿴ 🌶️ ⸝⸝ RED characters ⸻ . ࣪   . 　⊰⁠⊹ฺ

[10bendog]

Another day at the beach for me and another CN art post for here. 💜

Night has fallen, but the fun is far from over. Let’s celebrate our last few weeks of summer to the fullest and do… well whatever it is we want to do before it’s over.

This piece and the preceding daytime one were inspired by the 2009 “CN Summer in Italy” bumpers.

[pixellangel]

finally made some more up-to-date art of the mc of my rpgmaker game, magical girl: grim reaper!! her name is yurei, and she's a magical girl who continues serving sparkly justice after she dies by becoming the grim reaper :3

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I met death (as in, the Grim Reaper) and it was literally just a magical girl with a hood working at a convenience store.

[keezybees]

Ready or not, here I come

prints!

[strwbrymiilk]

🖤🌙💀

[ink-ling]

xx

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[checkered2]

How was your guys, halloween?

[valentine-cafe]

haii‼️

can i have afab reader who squirted during their first time with denara and xiyang 9819 and shes super embarassed and tries to hide herself ??

take care!!

˖⁺. ﹙ grim reaper mercenary boyfriend  x afab reader x sorcerer nurse girlfriend. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . shy squirter !! 🍒 :  xīyáng: mercenary ˖ mercenary leader character ˖ denara: sorcerer ˖ nurse character﹙ verse 9819 xīyáng & denara. ﹚

you can't believe that you squirted during your first time with them 

“shhhh, ‘s okay—” the softspoken and gentle voice of your girlfriend almost echoes in your ears. she’s right next to you, gently stroking at the hands that hide away your face.

“it’s embarrassing.” you whimper out, shivering at the aftershocks that clap through your body as if lighting met it every minute.

xīyáng doesn’t make it any better on you, his tongue moves up your slit slowly to drink up the juices that spilt from you. he only chuckles at the small whines and moans that spill off of your lips.

sitting up and gently removing your hands from your face, he looks down at you his right palm still rubbing away at denara’s clit, pulling out a few whines from her. his smile is so affectionate, despite the deviousnes temptation that hides in his eyes.

“why’s that huh?” he whispers to you quietly as he dips down to steal a kiss from your lips.

you can taste yourself so clearly, it makes your entire flare up all over again and you choke slightly on a cry of embarrassment once more, moving your arm to hide away again.

“ah- stop it.” the demand for you to show yourself is quite clear in your boyfriend’s tone. and all the while, another, softer and dainty hand finds your face, carefully moving your face to look over at the sorceress beside you.

“you looked so beautiful,” her cooing makes you nauseous from the arousal that pools back down to your core. a pair of teeth meet at the soft flesh of your bottom lip, as she pulls at it. before moving in for a slow, sensual kiss.

kisses move down your throat. as cold lips create contrast with those that are on yours, the mercenary making his way back down to your thighs, while swirling his thumb around your clit to ease a few gentle orgasms out of you.

“jus’ meant you felt good baby.” he sighs into your heat and presses a few kisses to your slit.

[onegrumpylumpy]

Poison frog