#sorry pony graves

[devious-vincent]

THOUGHT I SHOULD SHARE THESE ON TUMBLR TOO... i love my sillies

[kaleschmidt]

[harmoniouseclipse]

MLP Violet doodle bc burnout has hands (her outfit is like an elden ring boss)

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Them As Parents #2

𐙚 Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

𐙚ྀ ͜ ͡ ︶ Added Nikto this time + his is a little longer bc I didn’t add him the first time

Ghost

Lost the kids at ikea once

The way he was so unbothered too

He’s so nonchalant about it because he’s confident that the children know better and are capable of taking care of themselves

If anything he’s a little anxious about your reaction if you found out

So when an employee notices Simon frequently turning his head, eyes roaming around they approach him

When Simon told the employee he had lost two little kids the employee was more concerned than him

Soap

When you leave the kids home alone with their father it’s almost worse than if they had been left alone

He is NOT a trusted adult

If you don’t leave a large enough pot of food for them Soap will order whatever the kids want to eat

Unfortunately for you, his sons inherited his big appetite

You come back home, groceries in hand gawking at the boxes of takeout set all over the table

“Johnny, I said I wouldn’t be long at the store…”

“Sorry, got a bit hungry” he responds while stuffing his face

Gaz

When going to the store he likes getting matching outfits for his girls

He’ll overload the cart with an assortment of cute bows and hairclips, pretty dresses, and adorable little shoes

When going out, he carries a backpack for each kid packed with a sweater in case it’s cold, comfy shoes incase they lose one, and snacks for when they’re hungry or fussy

He gets so excited when he’s there to witness his baby’s first everything, records it on a calendar and you best believe he’ll never forget those small milestones

Alejandro

When he’s cooking meat on the grill outside he raises his head to watch the kids play in the yard

His love language is calling them over to give them a piece of roast meat to taste

When the kids were old enough to drive he first taught them with a riding lawnmower because he didn’t trust them with his truck

He likes to be mean to his kids (in a loving way ofc) and play pranks on them

Phillip Graves

He can be stern at times but most of the time he’ll spoil his kids rotten

Especially his daughter

When she asked for a pony he almost decided to move to a house with 3 acres for a couple of horses

You reasoned with him and instead settled to take your daughter to weekly horseback riding lessons

Keegan

One of his favorite things to do is figuring out what features of yours and his he can find in his kids

“She’s got your smile” “He has your wit” “Your sass is apparent even in our children”

I bet he’s the type of carry his toddlers like a bag

He pays great attention to detail so he’ll immediately notice if something or someone upset his children

König

After he overcame his insecurity he was head over heels for the baby

Will constantly watch over your shoulder, taking in every detail of how you care for the children so he can do it too

Not wanting to spend a moment apart from you or your children

If he’s running errands he’ll take the kids with him

When his daughter was a few months old he used to bring her with him into the hardware store and proudly show her off

It would make his day when someone would tell him how adorable she was and how alike they look

Horangi

Imagine him with twins ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა

He’s almost always carrying them

You argue with him over this because it’s made your toddlers used to being held all the time

He’d be a great girl dad, wouldn’t resist buying cute toys and kid makeup sets and letting them paint his nails and apply lipstick on him

Would walk around in princess high heels and bows whilst keeping a poker face

Nikto

He wants to be seen like a pillar, someone his kids can rely on and never fear for their safety

Though concealed, under the strong surface his heart pulsates and beats the moment he’s handed the squirming bundle at the hospital

A mix of emotions swirls underneath his facade, the small face he’s staring at is his flesh and blood and he can hardly believe it

Strives to create a secure ambience at home for his little ones to grow up in

He wishes he could shield them from all harm

On mornings when he’s supposed to rest, the kids will sneak into your bedroom and crawl into bed between you

He groans, feigning annoyance, but scoops them in his strong arms chuckling as they squeal and giggle

[cuttlekiss-mlp]

thought i might attempt to start off strong with my mlp infection au

this is still a pretty big WIP, especially with all of the characters. i've been very thorough with how i want things to go, so i've been taking my time with it.

stuck with a sketchier style bc it fit the vibe of what i wanted so well

MY LITTLE CATASTROPHE : SPIKE AND TWI

!!!TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE!!! "Dear Princess Celestia, I have made a grave mistake, and my judgement is no longer sound. I have ruined everything. I am in search of a cure for what I have created. It cannot be destroyed. Normal magic cannot undo what I have done. He is gone, but maybe I can save the others. I am sorry that this letter has not been sent to you in a timely fashion. He is gone. I had to send this letter via pony mail. Please forgive me for all I have done. Friendship is not strong enough to save us. My friends have abandoned me. They know what I have done. Your faithful student, your failure, Twilight Sparkle."

Between all of the commotion of Sombra's defeat and Twilight's ascension as an alicorn, no one was quick to notice a very important missing person. As soon as Twilight realized her favorite baby dragon was not there to greet her and celebrate, she felt sick to her stomach. Where was he? Spike was found by Cadence. He was delivered to Twilight wrapped in her large pink wings, wounded beyond what could be saved. He was already dead when he was found. Her baby dragon was gone.

No amount of friendship or comfort could console the new princess. She laid with her body curled around Spike, and her cries filled the courtyard for hours. It took two days for her to move from that spot and head home towards Ponyville, where Spike would be buried in front of her home. But she could not bare the thought. Spike could not be gone, not forever.

When she returned home, she holed up in her tree house. The doors locked, the curtains covered the windows, and there was nothing but silence. Twilight worked tirelessly for hours, using magic to preserve her baby dragon's body long enough to find a spell that would erase what happened. Spike would not be dead for much longer. The power of friendship and love would bring him back to life. It had to.

She explained to her friends that if they used the Elements of Harmony, theoretically, he could be revived. They had their reservations. No one thought it was a good idea...but Rainbow Dash talked them into trying. Twilight was hurting, she needed her friends to be there for her. However, their attempts were in vein. Spike was not revived.

Despite their failed attempts, Twilight remained stubborn and persistent. She could not let this happen. Spike could not be gone. Everyone was starting to worry about her, but no amount of convincing could change her mind. They refused to continue trying. They did not believe in her and that made her very angry.

Returning into hiding, Twilight's determination became concrete. She did not sleep, she barely ate. Dash visited frequently, while the others had resolved that Twilight needed time and space. She was the only reason the princess ate anything at all. Twilight soon caught reference to a spell in one of her books. This spell was in a particular book in Canterlot's library...and that is where she would go. She packed up and she made her way swiftly to Canterlot. Unfortunately, the book was locked away, for it's magic was forbidden and dangerous. But this did not matter to her. Twilight broke into the library, stole the book, and rushed off to Ponyville. She would not allow anything to stand in her way. Spike could not be gone.

The spell required an intense amount of magic. Twilight would need help to cast the spell, to bring Spike back. But, none of the other elements would help her. They insisted she lay Spike to rest. She refused. How could they ever say such a thing? How could they give up on Spike? How could they not believe in her?

Twilight took it upon herself to cast the spell. She took the Elements of Harmony and she wielded them herself. Bright beams of pink light flooded out of her curtains...

!!!TW BEGINS!!!

"Twilight. . ." A soft, exhausted voice called from the explosion that was her living room. Twilight could barely hear it's faintness, but his voice was unmistakable. She blindly stumbled towards the voice, to find Spike. When she found him, she was first overjoyed. Spike was getting up! Spike was alive!! Bright pink and sparkling ooze spilled from his chest as he rose from his bed. "Twilight?" His voice was louder and sounded panicked? "What is happening-" his voice cut off with a sickening gurgle. Pink bursted from his mouth, and he coughed and wheezed, trying desperately to regain his breath. His eyes were bleeding, or were they rotting? Twilight couldn't tell. She rushed to his side and she held him. Spike choked and convulsed, pink ooze spilling all over his bed and onto the floor and onto her. And then...he stopped. Unsure of what happened, of what to do, Twilight stared in disbelief, in heartbreak. Had she revived him only to suffer yet another painful death? Tears welled in her eyes and she cried out with unbearable pain.

Between her cries and uncontrollable sobbing, she didn't hear Dash break through one of her windows. She held Spike and cried and cried. The house was a mess and Twilight was a mess and covered in pink ooze and Spike was a mess and pink ooze was still coming out of him. Despite her best efforts, Twilight would not let go of Spike. She snapped at Dash to leave her alone, and that is what Dash did. She didn't want to, but what was there to do?

Twilight fell asleep in the midst of her crying, holding her baby dragon close and covering him with her wings.

She woke to a gurgling growl and a terrifying creature standing above her, with pink, sparkling drool dripping from it's mouth. It's eyes were dark and lifeless but little pink glowing orbs betrayed it's gaze. It stared and growled and breathed raspy, shallow breaths. Twilight pushed it away in fear, scrambling up from Spike's bed. That is when she realized what the creature was. It was Spike...but it wasn't truly. He twitched and groaned and dripped pink ooze.

Before she knew it, a knock came at her door. Spike's head snapped towards the sound.

The door opened.

Spike lunged.

Screams and Spike's growls erupted.

What had she done?

[ambrozjas]

Could u do Johnny cuddling hcs? Or all of the gang separately

Anyways I love your writing sm 😭🫶🏼

the gang with cuddling ꨄ︎

the outsiders x reader

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sorry this took so long to come out !! i’ve been absolutely swamped with homework, thank you for this request 🫶 i hope you all enjoy !!

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

let me know if there’s any warnings i need to add !!

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you shifted away from DARRY a little bit to gather some of the coldness from the untouched part of the bed.

you hummed in delight as the foreign coldness of the sheets enveloped your body and you were met with a refreshing scent of lavender detergent, probably due to the fact that darry washed his sheets a few hours ago.

your eyes fell shut once again, falling into the euphoric feeling of sleep, before you heard shuffling behind you and felt a strong arm sling itself over your midriff.

you turn your head at an angle to see darry behind you, eyes still closed as he pulls you flush against him.

“y’awake, dare?” you whisper, turning your head as far as it could go so you could look at him.

all he does is nuzzle his face into the back of your hair, and gives you a small noise, signaling that he’s dozing off again.

you shake your head and softly chuckle, turning your head back to a comfortable position as you lay there in darry’s arms, content with just his presence. you know that one of you would get hot and would pull away in the night, but knowing that you’re still next to each is enough comfort on its own, so you didn’t mind all that much. no matter how hot darry was, he’d still have your pinkies locked or a hand against your back, just so he knows you’re there.

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you woke up abruptly with a hand landing on your face, looking over to see SODAPOP, mouth partially open as soft snores left his pink lips. he looked so peaceful, unaware of how he just assaulted your face in his slumber.

soda always slept wild. he moved a whole lot, and not always in a good way. ponyboy told you how once, he found sodapop upside down with his foot in pony’s face.

when you turned your head to look at soda some more, you couldn’t help but admire how serene he looked in his sleep. his hair a disheveled mess when it wasn’t greased, flattened against his white pillow, his jawline soft as his chin tucked itself in. you narrowed your eyes at him as you recall how he woke you up once his leg twitches.

you wonder what he’s dreaming about as you flinch away once he jolts in his sleep. his lashes flutter open at the absence of you next to him as his hand comes up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “what’s wrong, darlin’?” his voice is altered from the thick layer of sleep coating it, giving it a gravely tone rather than his usual voice.

you knew that if you told him of how he woke you up, he’d probably feel a tad bit guilty. so instead of saying anything, you just shake your head and lean back down, resting your head on soda’s chest, your head rising with every breath he took.

“i love you.”

“love ya, too.” he says, closing his eyes once again as he shuffled to get comfortable, his arm wrapping around you as he pulls you closer.

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“from her french mother, whose parents had felt haiti in the revolution of 1791, had come her slanting eyes, shadowed by inky lashes..” you listened as PONYBOY read his copy of ‘gone with the wind’ to you. resting your head on pony’s shoulders, you tucked yourself into his side. you felt the vibrations of pony’s voice in your position, the feeling almost soothed you as he read.

“y’still awake?” he confirmed, taking a moment to stop reading and look down at you. you met his eyes, finding yourself in a sea of grey hazel, before looking back at the book and giving him a small, ‘mhm’.

“you liar.” he shakes his head, careful to place a bookmark in his book before setting it down on the desk beside his bed.

“i was awake, pony!—“

“you was almost drooling on my shoulder.” he said, shuffling down under the covers to get comfortable. once pony actually lays down, you immediately wriggle your way into the taut comforter next to pony, burrowing into his side.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, pony awkwardly stiff as he feels you nuzzle into him. he opened his mouth to speak, it gaping open and closed like a fish as he considered whether or not to interrupt the quiet.

“why do you like me reading to you? couldn’t you read yourself?” he muttered with caution, trying hard so as to not make you think he didn’t like reading to you because trust me, pony really did like reading to you.

“like your voice.” you croaked, voice muffled in the pillows. you stayed there for a moment, feeling pony’s body heat up with just one comment.

you held back a giggle as you threw an arm around his waist and nuzzled into him until there was no space left, no gap to differentiate the two bodies, instead just one heap of love on pony’s bed.

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you watched JOHNNY look both ways before stealthily running out of his house, coming through the window as to not interrupt the commotion in the living room. you frowned as you saw the two figures yelling and thrashing about in the window, hearing a multitude of slams and glass breaking inside.

you beckoned johnny over as you perched yourself behind a tree, just in case anybody came out. you caught glimpses of his face when he ran, the moonlight dripping through the worn branches of the trees surrounding the pathway to his house. in those few gaps where you saw his face, although altered with the color of blue from the moon, you didn’t miss the faint tear streaks on his face and the reddening of his eyes and lips.

a curt, “lot?” was all that left your lips before johnny nodded vigorously. you thought, anything was better than, you looked back to the house and even through the curtains you could still see the two figures fighting and shouting so angrily it was almost unintelligible, that.

you held out your hand to johnny, offering at least some form of comfort on the way to the empty lot. he took it, his hand felt cold and calloused. you frowned as you felt some scarring from trying to protect his head when he got jumped by the socs that one time. nonetheless, you both bolted away into the darkness and headed to the lot in a desperate attempt to get away from this place.

“i hate it.” johnny had finally blurted out once you two had reached the lot and caught your breaths. you cradled his head as your heart broke when you felt his shoulders heave, probably trying to put a tough front as he muffled his sobs.

that whole night was spent with endless whispers of promises and assurance. countless mumbles of promising that you two would get enough money to move away from tulsa, to a place where there wasn’t any of this. where you two could be free.

johnny had cried himself out and fallen asleep with his head on your lap. you twirled and played with his hair, rubbing your fingers together at the texture of grease. you were comforted by the sounds of nature around you, owls hooting and crickets chirping filled the silence as your eyes stayed on johnny.

even though you knew your neck would be killing you, you leaned your head on an empty crate and didn’t move a single inch so johnny wouldn’t wake up.

it’s okay, you thought to yourself, one day i’ll take you out of this place.

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“stop—!” you whined, swatting DALLAS’ hand away as he kept poking at your cheeks. your eyes were still shut closed as you were trying to doze off, before dally had so rudely interrupted you.

you had gotten used to the stench of cigarettes, it was practically everywhere. in dallas’ room at bucks house, on dal’s clothes, his hair no matter how well he washed it. of course, there were some other undertones to it too. the deodorant dal always wore was musky as it seeped into your nostrils whenever you got close to his chest. it was just like him, strong and overwhelming.

you pouted, hiding your face into his chest so he couldn’t bother your face anymore. but he always had a way around it, so instead of poking your face he settled on flicking your ears with his index finger.

he scoffed in amusement when he realized you had really ignored him and fallen asleep.

dallas looked around the room and sighed, his nostrils blowing out smoke once his chest dropped with the breath.

it was a few thick moments of quiet, the only noise coming from the chirping of the ceiling fan that you would always complain about hoping it would never fall on you due to how worn down it was, before the door swung open only to reveal no other than buck merrill.

he opened his mouth to speak, wide and ready to talk, before he laid eyes on the sight before him.

you, asleep with your head on dally’s chest. and dallas? arm hanging off the side of the bed and his body not moving an inch so as to not disturb you, cigarette dangling out of his mouth as per usual.

“shit.” buck mumbles, watching dally wave his hand, careful not to add motion to the rest of his arm, to tell buck to go scratch. buck simply raised a hand in a surrender type motion and exited in the room. dally tsked as he heard buck walk backwards into something, it creating a loud enough sound to where he looked at you, watching you stir. he tapped out his cigarette and threw it on the desk next to him, bringing a hand to the small of your back as he lolled his head to the side, taking deep breaths in an effort to fall asleep, too.

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“geronimo!” yelled TWO-BIT as he jumped onto you, limbs spread out so he could successfully cage you in although careful to put his knees below him so he didn’t bodyslam you entirely.

“no—!” you only had a quick moment to react, tucking your legs in as you braced for impact. you had to admit though, seeing two-bit take the form of a sugar glider above you was hilarious.

his body diving onto yours wasn’t so hilarious, though.

your breath was knocked out of your lungs as you scrambled to escape under your boyfriends body, elbowing him as he doubled over with laughter.

you huffed as you realized he wasn’t budging any soon, dropping your shoulders with nothing else to do. two looked up at you, the corners of his cold blue eyes crinkling as he gave you a cheeky grin. his arms snaked themselves around your waist and squeezed, mumbling nonsense before he pressed his face into your stomach. his voice was muffled in the fabric of your shirt as he muttered quick things, you could’ve sworn you heard a, “beautiful” in there.

“‘s that all you broke my ribs for, mathews? a quick cuddle?” you teased him, your voice quick with your restriction of air support.

there’s a quick pause before two-bit mumbles a quick ‘no’ and turns his face over to the side so you can hear his words.

you twirled the curl that he always greases with your fingers, absentmindedly playing with his hair as he hummed, giving you a small groan when you scratched at his scalp.

two-bit was annoying sometimes, but domestic moments like this always made you forget about it.

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“imagine how the boys would react to seein’ you now, STEVE.” that teasing was also meant seriously, because you did wonder. how would the gang react to finding steve on your lap as his head stayed glued to the crook of your neck? it was almost comical.

“ah, shut up.” he grumbled, yet he took no action to move away from you, his words contained lack of any threats.

you hummed in response, patting his back as you listened to his breathing. he started to doze off again, his head getting heavier by the minute as his body relaxed.

you suddenly jolted up, hoping to scare steve out of his slumber, but he was dead asleep. the only noise that was heard were his soft snores leaving his parted mouth.

you pouted. you wish you would’ve moved before having him sit there, only because you couldn’t see his face though.

you rolled your eyes as you heard steve’s snores getting louder as he entered into a deeper sleep, his weight almost unbearable. so instead of just sitting through that torture, you gently leaned back and laid steve down beside you.

just as you were about to shuffle away to give him his space, you heard an arm slap and shift at the couch’s cushion. you turned around, your eyes trailing up the arm, on the tattoo his shoulder adorned, and finally at his face. his eyebrows were furrowed and eyes closed, eyelashes perfectly on display as he attempted to find you.

so you stayed there, having steve cling onto you while he slept. because really, who could deny steve when he was as serene as he was?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ some of them were kinda sleeping related? but it still kinda counts guys trust 🙏

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[skylarsblue]

✦Incorrect C.o.D Quotes✦

(Bros I'm so sorry, I've had the biggest fucking writer's block. I'm hoping some silly lil meme posts will make up for it until I can write something substantial, I'msosorry-)

Y/N: Some of us, I don’t wanna name names, give me a headache when they speak and its- Soap: Is it me?? Y/N: No. Graves: Is it me? Y/N: …it’s not Soap- --

Price: I’m gonna make you a soup. Gaz, delirious with the flu: I don’t wanna be a soup, Captain… Price: …right, how about I give you soup instead? Gaz: That’d be nicer. Price: Right. --

Soap: What the fuck knuckles is this? Valeria: *holding her hyper femme gf in her lap* She’s my girlfriend you intolerant shit. Soap: Whoa! Pump the hate brakes Fox & friends. I’m just surprised anyone would date you. Especially Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony. Y/N, on Valeria’s lap: You know that cartoon? Soap: No comment. Ghost: No, I think you should comment more, Johnny. Soap: NO. COMMENT. Moving on! Gaz: We’re gonna circle back to that. --

Graves: I think the term you’re searching for is ‘current captain’. Ghost: The words I’m searching for, I can’t say. Because there’s a rookie *motions to Soap* present. Soap: No no, say it. I can handle it. Ghost: You sure? Soap: Absolutely, L.T. Ghost: *looks at Graves* Fucking donkey lookin’ muppet bitch. Soap: Brutal blow, sir. Well done. --

Y/N: *comes in* Hey, Gaz, how old is your captain? Gaz: What? Y/N: No not like that…it is, it is like that. How old is he? I came into base, he asked if I needed anything to eat. I said ‘eat what’? Gaz: Okay, first of all, put my plate down and stop hitting on my captain! Y/N: Don’t get mad at me! I don’t even wanna be here. Y’all the ones that want me to be here. --

NPC: Ohhh if I weren’t a lady, I’d deck you! Fem!Y/N: Oh please. Try it and I’d have you on your back so fast you’d think you’re on a date. Ghost: *spits tea* Price, covered in tea: That was so unnecessary- --

Ghost: Mmph. Y/N: Dark room, avoidant, you seem tired despite sleeping for awhile…you wanna try and get out in the sun or do you just need to be in the sadness dungeon? Ghost: *holds up two fingers* Y/N: Would you like some tea for the sadness dungeon? Ghost: …Mhm. Y/N: Tea for the sad dragon coming up! Ghost: Mmph. (Aka “thank you”) Y/N: No problem! --

Y/N: Ya know sometimes there’s times in life where you just have to sit back and go, “ya know what? I’m proud of myself.” Gaz: Is this one of those times? Y/N: No- Soap: *wheeze* --

(Shibari reference)

Price: …alright, when I said we needed to restrain him in a way that ensured he couldn’t get out. This is not- Gaz: These are not military knots. Y/N: No, they aren’t. You all suggested knots that he would know how to get out of. You told me to get rid of that possibility. So, I did. Soap: He is tied…to the ceiling. Ghost: You kinky bitch. Y/N: *shrug* Price: Where did you even learn this? Y/N: That is for me and my daddy issues to know, sir. Don’t worry about it. Just wake him up so we can start interrogating him.

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Graves: We can rule the world! Ghost: *turns to leave* Graves:: *watches him pull out something of Y/N’s* Graves: WH-YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FUCK MY WIFE Graves: GHOST. G H O S T Ghost: *leaves* --

Graves: Let me log into Twitter- WAIT, IS THAT GHOST’S DICK!?! Ghost: I fucked your wife. Graves: AGGHHHHHH- --

Medic!Y/N: Don’t torture yourself Ghost. *snips bandage* Medic!Y/N: That’s my job.~ Ghost, internally: Stayfocusedwecannot- --

Price: We’re you listening to me at all? Y/N: No I was fantasizing about beard burn. Price: Pardon? Y/N: Huh? --

Ghost: He died of natural causes. Gaz: You pushed him off the roof. Ghost: Gravity is natural. --

Y/N: Nuh Uh, no. I’m not doing it. I have self respect, and I will not stoop so low as to- Gaz: *brings out 100£.* Y/N: -oooooo*takes money* I’ll have it done in an hour. --

Soap, looking at Konig: That man is a tree. Y/N: Then I'm a fucking squirrel. Soap: On the hunt for nuts then? Y/N: Famished for them. Ghost: Why do I sit with you two...

[im-normal-about-everything]

Can you do HCS for Dallas but angst versions

Chat anon I'm sorry, I completely forgot about this 😭

-he had to leave NYC because his dad killed him mom and he couldn't live there anymore

-that's the "murder wrap" he was talking about

-saw the Curtis parents as parental figures, was DEVASTATED to lose them

-the police were the only people who ever wanted him 😞😞

-has scars on his back from his dad

-had gotten between fights between Johnny's parents against each other or him

-was gonna skip town after johnny got jumped but stayed cuz he couldn't imagine Johnny suffering alone (like he did)

-I'm not saying he loved pony as much as he loved johnny, but I am saying that Dally was not thinking right and would've stayed alive for pony is he was

-"do it for Ponyboy, do it for johnny cade" cmon, he definitely cared for pony more than he knew

-always knew he was gonna die young even back in NYC, it was just smth that he accepted

-wasn't able to graduate/go to school cuz of his police record

-he didn't want to anyways (he only went cuz mrs.Curtis !are him. He stopped after she died)

-his grave was defaced a lot

-his tombstone just says his name, bday, and death day. The service tried to write smth about he died bravely but the gang knew he wouldn't want that

[snootlestheangel]

NikGraves? They’re slowly becoming one of my favorite ships

This is gonna be a lot like the last one just without Price so it'll be interesting to see how that changes the dynamics

Feel free to submit ships or other questions about the ship like "Who takes the hottest shower?"

Who was the one to propose? Graves. He knows when he likes something and isn't going to shy away from keeping it

Who stressed more over wedding planning? Still Nik. I can see Graves being stressed at first but then he mentions it to a few of the Shadows closest to him and boom! He's got like a professional wedding planning team.

Who decorated the house? Graves. Nik wanted to but Graves has so much gifted to him from his Shadows they had no choice. Of course, the only stuff that goes up is stuff Graves likes. He's got class, after all.

Who is more organized? Once again going off the idea that Graves is really good at keeping up appearances of being organized, but it's Nik that's keeping track of stuff. They make an incredibly well-functioning duo which scares people. Truly a power couple

Who suggested kids first? Still Nik as a genuine topic. Graves gives in pretty easily, especially when they find the cutest little girl and take her in. Now, all I'm picturing is Graves waltzing into Shadow Base with their little girl just proudly showing her off. Idk why this is a thought I had with this, but Graves calls Nik his "big bear" cause like, duh? And it kinda sticks until they adopt their daughter and then suddenly he's "Papa Bear" and she's little "Pooh Bear". So of course Graves got her a little bear onesie complete with ears on the hood. And she's running around on the base, and the Shadows are all 'screaming' "There's a bear loose!" and it takes a bold Moose to rein the terrible monster in *I am not sorry, Mike :D* Another super cute idea relating to NikGraves and their toddler: Graves, holding her up like Simba in that one scene: BEHOLD, A CHILD! *cheers and screaming from the Shadows. There are some of them crying* *Graves could not be happier*

Who's the cuddler? Nik is still the cuddlier one. Graves gets dogpiled a lot during the day, but poor Nik has no one to cuddle "except for you, lyubov ;)"

Big spoon/little spoon? They interchange a lot, but Graves does his best to be a big spoon, even if he secretly melts when Nik just wraps around him from behind.

Favorite non-sexual activity? Horse back riding. I dunno I just see them doing that for some reason. They continue going to the same place after adopting 'Pooh Bear' because there's a special program for young families (ie families with small children) and she's just giggling madly while riding the cutest pony. (This idea has possessed me. This is your fault, @mike-like-t-scream all yours! We're just trading brainworms at this point, aren't we? First it was you with Moose, then me with the fucking YouTuber AU, and then you with Graves, and now me with NikGraves and their toddler daughter)

Who cooks? Graves. He knows how to feed his man. Mostly cause his Southern ass would drop dead if the love of his life hadn't eaten properly all day

Who comes home drunk at 3am? Nik on the rare occasion, but if there was a party with the Shadows, it's Graves or one time it was both.

Who kills the spiders? Nik, but he's under watch. I genuinely feel like Graves is the type of mf-er to have been like "Oh, yeah, guys I got this" during his recruit days, only for him to have been bitten and break out into a horrendous allergic reaction. Nik and Graves both don't to risk him having another allergic reaction like that

Who falls asleep first? Even though Nik is a pretty chilled out, sleepy looking kind of guy, he's genuinely so bad about sleeping. Look at that man and tells me he gets the recommended amount of sleep at night, I fucking dare you. SO therefore, Graves always passes out the second he hits the mattress. He's either 100 or 0, no in between.

A head-canon? Graves actually has a few siblings, and he's still relatively close to his family. Close as in he enjoys visiting on the holidays and for special occasions but other than that, they don't really talk much. Not for bad reasons, just more like he and his siblings all grew up and have lives of their own now. His family members were not fans of Nik, at first. Especially Graves's parents. Hell, this guy's probably a good ten years older than Graves if I had to guess, and which means Graves's parents are about the same age distance apart, assuming they were in their twenty's when they had Phil. It took a while for them to all warm up to Nik, which he probably expected, but they were never outright mean to either Nik or Phil. His mom definitely voiced her concerns, and his dad definitely threatened Nik (to which Nik treated it with such seriousness and he like shook Graves Sr.'s hand with a grim "With my life, I will protect him" to which Graves Sr. is like "oh yeah, this dude's chill!"). ALSO Graves is definitely a middle child. He gives off such strong feral middle child vibes to me, I just... He's the middle child, I promise.

Do they have any rituals? Graves's rituals for safety, fun, and winning during the Shadow Olympics and Nik's stretches for safe flying.

Who has the most patience? Nik, obviously. This actually concerns his parents-in-law cause let's be honest, the Graves family is probably a bit messy and they all have pretty short tempers with each other. Meanwhile Nik's just chilling, he's vibing with the old family dog while his husband and brother-in-law are wrestling over the last burger, as if they both aren't in their forties.

Gif that sums up the relationship:

*is still sick* Hehe cats

[ask-cinnavanillamelody]

Ms Twilight, you're in pain, you need to grieve in a productive way. I would suggest gathering a small gift for the holiday and placing it on Ms Rarity's grave. Talk to her, as if she is there, imagine how she would respond. And if you do, please do tell her Spoony said "Happy Hearts and Hooves day, Darling." to the both of you.

Dialogue-

"Twilight! There you are darling, you're late! That's not like you dear" -1

"I know I know- I'm so sorry, I got caught up on the way over here, the guards like to hover every time I leave the Castle nowadays heh," - 2

"Well, better late than never! Why don't you sit down and tell me how you're doing? You look dreadfully grey, is something the matter?"-3

"Oh- Not much. Everything's been alright, the Descendants are growing every day, the Castle gets a little cold and dark at times but it's nothing I can't handle. "- 4

"I mean, I just only learned that there have been executions of non-ponies going on, and everyone was lying to me about it, that...that doesn't feel great..."-5

"And...I miss you...not just you but all of you, our friends...It's so hard to rule without you all, and...You meant so much to me and.." -6

"Why did you have to leave me!? Why couldn't you have stayed!? I can't do anything without you here! I just can't! And why did you have to go after Pinkie!? Why couldn't you hold on for a little longer for me!? Why..!?" -7

"Please...*sniffle* Please come back...just tell me what to do...I need you..." -8

Happy Hearts and Hooves Day - (Belated)

[crows-templets]

I'm super sorry if this is rude/not allowed/anything, but we were curious what requests you've gotten? We've ran out of ideas haha

Yeah it’s absolutely ok to ask about what requests we have!

This is to be made (it’s just an emoji list but oh well)

♥ , ♡ , 🫎 , 🌿, 🌲 , ☾ , ☽

🔪🔒🟥 ⦻

🎪🤍🩵❤️‍🔥💕🫧💙

🐴💎❣️

☁️☁️🩵🩵

⚠️☣️☢️

🦋💜👾🪻

🪶✨💙🐦‍⬛🍁

⛪️🪦🐺🥀

🦔🔥

💚,🌀,👁️, 📼,

🧸

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⚫ 🖤 🕷️ 🐦‍⬛ 🖋️

And what we have made and ready to be posted!!

Seb (stardew)

Necromancy

Draco malfoy

Seven (little nightmares)

Rarity (my little pony)

Sapnap

Bendy and the ink machine

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Sigma (bsd)

Karl Jacob’s

Brown/time

Will solace

Nico di Angelo

Unthemed bsd

Train

Green

Baby system intro

Nico/will

Pastel singletsona

Percy Jackson

The camp fire song (pjo)

Sally may

Luke castellen (intro, display names, alter list)

🫀🦌🔪🔥

🫎🍖🪓🥾

Grave/cross

Regency

Star

Ghost

[ratstuckinamarble]

9 fave characters tag game:

Thanks @kiose (hi captain :D ) for tagging me!

This was surprisingly difficult XD A few characters came to mind immediately, but for others I had to dig into years old memories.

...I feel like you could analyze my brain with this knowledge, gosh.

Imma tag you folks: @a-dauntless-daffodil, @bluebelleisabelle, @grave-bride, @lulughoul, @sketch-the-spectre (I know you can't see when people tag you but maybe you happen to run across this post and wanna do this too :) ), @anonymouscringe, @adorkabledemon, @ectopunkart

No pressure! Participate if you feel like it ^-^ And anyone else who wants to is free to do this too! I'd love to see what's important to y'all.

Character names:

Frankie Stein and Lagoona Blue from the g3 monster high animated series (please don't be cancelled T-T).

Falin Touden from Dungeon Meshi (the way my mind latched onto her the second she got resurrected. I need her to get more scenes hgnn (Marcille was a close second but she didn't make the cut. Sorry girlie))

Twilight Sparkle and Rarity from My Little Pony (fourteen year old me this one's for you)

Entrapta from She-Ra (don't really like how that show treated her tbh but she was a joy)

Luz from The Owl House (top tier protagonist I have too many words and thus shall say none)

Tecna from Winx Club (I have such fond memories of that show but it's also SUCH a fever dream oh my gosh XD)

Peridot from Steven Universe

[flutteringfable]

obligatory 2023 art summary post! yippee!!! :3

wowza, while i was gathering art to post for this, it hit me just how much ive drawn this year! hope you guys enjoy the big ol 2023 art dump hehehe

blood + gun warning for one of the first pieces, but the rest of them are safe!

first section! these are from january-february of this year :3

i should really draw @nick-nocturne more, especially since they got a cool new vtuber model! (i will admit i am partial to the cat, but that may be because i just really like drawing anthro characters XD)

the crush soda girl is a favorite drawing of mine, shes just so cute and i’m happy with the design i came up with <333

TASU GETS TO BE EDGY!!! i need to draw remnant tasu more lolz

some cute fluffy art of mine and @sadlesbiancafe’s danganronpa oc x canons <3 mukuro holding tsukis face is still something im super proud of it looks so good 💛💛💛

my artfight pfp that was actually drawn for my birthday this year and repurposed XD

valentine’s venti! not much to say, just a cute boy with a bouquet of cecilias :3

section 2! these are march through may i believe?

venti meme. again not much else to add lmao

a fun pony design i made of @gravemakesgames’ vtuber nai! i should really make one for grave’s sona and mizu too :3c

silly scara and dottore meme because the post used in the art is literally just dottore lmao

some sonadow art based on the april fools game! i hope we get something similar this year from sega, i would love another silly cute visual novel <3

nagito meme. yup.

venti but he’s monika from the hit psychological horror game doki doki literature club

hajime with that one autistic meme

my dogperson genshin oc, kimura ando!

art fight stuff!

from left to right we have:

opal, owned by feraljayce

lorikeet, owned by sunshinesleeper

solana, owned by kikosdath

vivienne, owned by okaenus

pigeon scribble, owned by Morse_kch

nyan, owned by LillianOfTheValley

pop rocks, owned by kitsuanna

bug, owned by hylian

all of these ocs were so fun to draw, i can’t wait for this year’s af!

unsure when these were done, presumably sometime in august-september iirc?

i’m getting sleepy, so no more commentary. sorry 😭 will rb with the rest of the art lolz

[ask-healthy-light]

Although Spike hesitated for a moment, he could tell that Frost's words and offer were genuine, and after he took a deep breath, he nodded to the large sapphire-blue Dragoness, and placed his claw in hers; and Frost carefully lifted Spike onto her back, and politely told him that he should hold on, just in case, before she put her helmet on her head, and swiftly led him further into the barracks.

Even from his position on Frost's back, combined with her great size, Spike struggled to comprehend that some Guards they walked past were even taller than she was, and he briefly shuddered, but also let out a quiet sigh of relief, as he appreciated her help even more; for while many Guards stopped what they were doing to make room for him, he did not know whether everybody would be so courteous.

Fortunately, Frost easily moved through the Barracks uninterrupted, marching forward at great speed without spilling a crumb off the plate, until she slowed down a few moments later, and whispered to Spike they were getting close; and as the clashing of her armour and the clamouring of the Barracks grew silent, Spike could hear Shining speaking in a grave tone, followed by voices he did not know.

In turn, Spike peeked over Frost's shoulder through an open door, where he noticed Shining standing at the head of a massive table, with a number of heavily armoured and brightly decorated Ponies and Dragons sitting around him; and the table was illuminated by a light so bright that the rest of the surrounding room appeared dark in comparison, which helped to hide the two Dragons from their eyes.

But before Spike could say anything to Shining, or ask Frost if she could put him down, he realised that she had started to quiver, and she slowly backed away from the table, until she had passed the doors; and after she hid around the corner with her back to the wall, she slowly sank to the floor, where Spike could hear Frost's panicked breathing, and he worriedly asked her if she was all right.

When Frost shook her head again, Spike got off her back, and after he nearly threw the plate aside, he helped her to take off her helmet, finding that it was much lighter than she claimed, and gently grabbed her claw to promise her she was safe; and after she lightly squeezed his claws, which still managed to hurt the Young Dragon, who merely gritted his teeth, her breathing started to slow down.

While Shining continued talking to the Ponies and Dragons around the table, Spike made sure his new friend was all right, and he promised Frost she would be all right, and that he would help her with whatever bothered her so; and he told her he would go into the room to ask Shining Armour for help, but he could not even get up before Frost grabbed his arm, and quietly told him not to go in there.

The strong and sudden grip Frost had on his arm made Spike flinch, for which she kindly apologised, before she admitted that she could not let him go in there, and face the horrible consequences that came from disturbing Lord Shining; since the Dragons and Ponies in there were of the highest ranks, and were under his direct order, and they could not be disturbed at all until the meeting was over.

Though he struggled to believe what Frost was saying, when Spike saw the fear in her kind eyes, and the tears streaming down her face, he felt terribly confronted, as it was clear that Frost spoke to him from her heart; and there was no facade strong enough for her to hide what had happened to her, or others around her, and despite having only just met, she did not want the same to happen to him.

But Spike had known Shining for his entire life, yet he knew that his position, and the duty he was bound to, were nowhere near as calm or quiet as he would have him believe, and he figured there was more that he did not know than what he did; but for the well-being of his friend, he was willing to ask Shining for help, even if he would see past his Brother's fraternal facade, for the first time.

After Frost was stunned by his warm smile, and she let go, Spike knocked on the door, only to hear:

"WHO DARES DISTU-Oh, it's you, Spike. I'm sorry… Come on in."

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[thewritersofdeceased]

THEIR GRAVES.

PONYBOY CURTIS / JOHNNY CADE / DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas Winston. November 9th, 1948 - ? ? ? 1963. Johnny Cade. March 1st, 1949 - November 27th, 1963. That's what it read on the tombstones. Side by side. A boy sat quietly with tears slowly beginning to form in the eyes of Ponyboy Curtis.

The light brown, almost red haired boy stared at the names engraved into the tombs. In one hand was a newspaper, and in the other was two of the same flowers. Pony sat in the cold, crisp and harsh winter air of Tulsa, Oklahoma.

Snowflakes would fall as Pony sat in silence. What was there to say?His two closest friends were dead. One died a hero, the other a delinquent. To Johnny, Dally wasn't just a bad kid. Dally was the only one that could relate to Johnny and the family issues. To having parents that truly didn't care.

Pony took a breath in, his voice breaking as he spoke. "I'm sorry." He started with, tears beginning to fall down his already red face. Maybe if he didn't run into that stupid church they'd be here.

Johnny would still be here. Dally too. Dally wouldn't have died if Johnny was still here. "I'm so sorry.." He whispered, his eyes tightly closing. He was as sorry as he could ever be. These boys were kids, just like him.

Like Soda, like Two-Bit. "Neither of you deserved to die. You're just kids.." His voice broke. Shattered even. He'd look for Johnny in the sunrise, and Dally in the moonrise. His parents... He found them in the sunsets. Soda knew.

Pony ran a hand through his hair, trying to even his breathing. "Dall... You're in the Newspaper... so are you, Johnny.." He knew he wouldn't get a response, but it felt nice to talk... He took a shaky breath in, holding the newspaper down on the snowy ground below. "Greasers deceased. How many until they're gone?" He read the header, frowning at the thought.

"The soc's have been real quiet after the rumble. After Johnny.." He whispered, shaking his head. He put a flower down on both graves, beginning to stand to his feet. He let a soft sniffle out before taking a sigh in. "I love you both. I'm sorry." He spoke softly, grabbing the newspaper and beginning to leave the graveyard.

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WIP Sunday

Tagged by @nightwingshero

My first time writing smut. Feel free to critique. Honesty is always good. Not proofread.

Tagging no pressure of course @neverthesameneveranother @trench-rot @turbo-virgins @deputyshaw

@havingsomemorejohnlarks @wrathfulrook @poisonedtruth @redreart @g0dspeeed @strangefable @socially-awkward-skeleton @purplehairsecretlair @hopecountyisforlovers @josephseedismyfather @voidika @direwombat @deputyash @inafieldofdaisies @beautiful-delirium @baldurrs @inquisitors-grave @aceghosts anyone else I may have missed.

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My First, My Only

JohnxEsther

John sat hunched over his desk, irritated. There was always so much work to be done for the project. It was ceaseless and exhausting. And though he was excited to marry Esther, Joseph had somehow managed to translate the happy occasion into even more work for him.

As much as John was happy to be the face of the project he sometimes resented the artifice of it. Nothing in his life was just his. It reminded him of his childhood. The sports, and clubs. Parties and tutors and private lessons. Dance, voice and music. All of it for the benefit of his parents. So they could parade him around like a show pony and show the world what wonderful parents they were. Look how smart our boy is and handsome and talented. How lucky he is that we chose him.

Sometimes it felt the same with Joseph. Fake for the benefit of the project. And it seemed this would be for the project as well. Everything for the project. A marriage of one the heralds should be celebrated. Nevermind how he felt about it. Never anything that he could say was just his.

He took off his glasses, eyes tired from the strain of reading the many notes and plans laid out across his normally tidy desk. Sinking back into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose he yawned.

Small hands squeezed his shoulders, attempting to rid him of the tension there. He moaned softly, grinning.

"I didn't hear you come in little bumblebee."

Esther leaned forward wrapping her arms around him. Her hand reached under his shirt raking her nails lightly across his chest. "It's late hummingbird. Come to bed."

She nipped at his ear, her hand gradually making its way down his chest. He pulled her hand away squeezing her wrist harder than he intended. He normally enjoyed her teasing. The make outs and heavy petting made him feel like stupid needy teenager again. But not tonight.

He growled a little as he stood. "Fine. I'll come to bed but just stop okay. Please."

She followed close behind as he headed upstairs to their bedroom. She sat on the bed and watched him change to finally get some sleep. He sighed heavily glancing over at her. Taking note of the confused, dejected look on her face.

"I'm sorry Esther. It's just been a very long day." Sitting beside her he played with the of her nightie idly. "I love you but I'm just really not in the mood to be teased."

Grinning wryly, she pulled herself closer to him till she was nestled in his lap, to straddle him. Her hands trailing his bare chest. "Who said I was teasing hummingbird."

Peppering soft kisses along his neck, she rocked her hips, pressing against his already hardening length. He thrust his hips involuntarily, gripping her tightly.

"I thought you wanted to wait? His voice was husky with restrained desire. "I don't want you to regret this, to give me anything you're not not ready to give."

She stopped her kisses, looking up at him. The blue of his eyes nothing but thin rings surrounding blown pupils.

"You're the only person I've ever wanted to..." She held his face in her hands. "I don't want to wait. You're the only man I'll ever love. My first...my only."

She leaned back, grabbing at the hem of her nightie, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. Leaving herself bare, she bit her lip, feeling shy and nervous she couldn't speak above a whisper.

"Make love to me John."

He wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing her as he brought his free hand up to cup her full breast. His tongue parted her soft lips exploring her mouth.

She moaned into him when he grazed her pert nipple with his thumb. His other hand trailing from her waist up her back till his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to kiss and nip at her neck. She gasped when he bit down before running his tongue over the fresh mark to soothe the tender skin.

She raked her fingernails down his back eliciting a sharp hiss from him. He laughed when she fumbled at his waistband, losing her balance and slipping from his lap to the bed.

"No rush little bumblebee."

He moved to lean over her. He ignored his throbbing cock straining against the fabric of his boxer shorts. As much as he wanted to bury himself deep inside her, it'd been too long since he'd slept with someone, he knew he wouldn't last long. And he wanted this to be a good experience for her.

Taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking it, he trailed his hand up her thigh, hooking thumb in the waistband of her ruffled panties to pull them off.

She made a strangled little noise when he caught her nipple between his teeth biting lightly. Watching him as he kissed a trail of fire down to her abdomen, whining when he stopped to look at her, grinning that frustrating smug grin of his. Mischief in his eyes.

He was teasing her, licking and kissing her thigh and stomach. Everywhere but where she most wanted him. Enjoying the way she squirmed beneath him, her skin flushing with arousal.

"John...please" she pleaded.

He ran his fingers up her slick folds pausing to rub small circles over her clit with not nearly enough pressure, before slipping a finger inside. Slowly moving it in and out, till he found just the right spot to make her thrust her hips into his hand.

"Oh God yes"

He wet his lips, eager to taste her as ran his tongue over her clit, adding another finger. Working them inside her while he lapped and sucked. Her hands went to his head, her fingers gripping his hair as she felt her orgasm slowly build.

His free hand pressed against her thigh to hold her in place while he worked to bring her closer and closer to the edge. His own growing need aching as she panted, and moaned.

"Yes...god yes... JOHN!"

She tensed, her back arching, her hands fisting in his hair pulling harshly.

Her breath was shaky as she slowly came down, her grip on his hair releasing, jerking when he occasionally lightly flicked his tongue over her swollen and sensitive clit.

He moved away from her removing his fingers to lewdly lick them clean. She sat up on her elbows watching him slip his underwear off, releasing his cock precum already glistening on the tip. She swallowed hard, eyes widening and bit her lip. Nervous, it was larger and thicker than she expected.

Seeing her hesitation he leaned forward kissing her lightly and whispering.

"We can stop here Esther." His voice was hoarse, his gaze meeting hers. "It's okay really. If you're not ready."

Her skin shone, her hair a wild tangled mess, plastering her mouth to his, pulling him down with her as she lay back. Opening his mouth with her tongue eliciting a deep groan from him.

His hand on her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple, he settles between her legs. The thick head of his hard cock pressed against her opening, he freezes.

"Yes" she moans into his mouth, cradling his hips with her thighs. Overwhelmed by sensation somewhere between pain and pleasure as he slowly slides into her.

Pulling away from the kiss to whisper, his breath hot against the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Are you alright?" He sounded as though he were fighting for control, to hold himself in check. As if took all of his will to do so. Searching her face for any sign of doubt or hesitation. She raked her nails over his chest, arching beneath him to bring him deeper inside.Her velvety walls warm and wet around him.

"Fuck...so...tight." he made a strangled noise deep in his throat.

His head dropping to the crook of her neck to nip and bite at the soft flesh. Swiping his tongue over each new mark left by his devouring mouth. Reaching his hand between their bodies to find her already oversensitive clit, rubbing it in small circles.

She cried out, lost in the feeling that he was now hers, and she his. Entirely, utterly and completely. Their sweat slick bodies sliding together, his thrusts gaining a steady tempo, her hips moving to meet his pace.

Knowing he wouldn't last much longer his fingers worked her clit as he kissed her again. Deep, demanding, dominating. Claiming her, allowing himself to be claimed mind, body and soul by her.

Her moans and cries grew as fire pooled deep in her belly. A string of expletives and blasphemous declarations escaping her sweet mouth, bucking against him. Her muscle pulled taut, her head thrown back as she came undone beneath him.

Her walls pulsed and fluttered tightly around him like a vice grip. Almost painfully drawing a fierce growl from him. His thrusts losing their rhythm as his own climax approached.

He cried out, her name falling from his lips like a desperate needy prayer as he suddenly stilled. Shuddering, buried deep inside her, filling her to the brim.

They stayed like that, panting heavily, their faces glowing from sweet release, till his arms gave out and he collapsed beside her.

Drowsy from the exertion, he drew the covers up around them as he pulled her close. Basking in the hazy afterglow, both smiling dreamily as she nuzzled his neck. Eventually drifting off to sated, contented slumber.