[doedixon]

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[skittishlamb]

[lovesickcroft]

making out with spider!grace and as soon as she slips her hand into the side of your shorts, you notice something stringy connect to your hip, then your thigh, then-

"grace, did you just shoot webs out of your fingers?" you ask, pulling your mouth away from hers.

"uh, maybe- y-yeah, it happens when im, u-uh, nervous.." she stutters out, her face flushed as she tries wiping the silk substance off of your skin.

you almost laugh at how ridiculous it sounds because you know shes not lying, but all that comes out is a huff that lightly resembles a giggle before pressing your lips to her cheek and she completely freezes like you didn't just have your tongue down her throat.

"you're such a dork." you murmur against the soft skin of her cheek and uh oh!-

those damn webs.

[mournfulroses]

María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[zawija]

He is 49 and still has puppy eyes ♥️

[markistark]

big fan of the way rick grabs daryl when they hug

[s4wa]

horny & suicidal

[morsaclizombi]

[hollowhuntress]

shit i could see daryl dixon sayin’ with no context:

“c’mere n’ let me look at ya.”

“don’t start whinin’ now. this was your idea.”

“i ain’t askin’. i’m tellin’”

“i ain’t no damn dog, ain’t gon sit at your feet all damn day.”

“you got no business smilin’ after sayin’ somethin’ like that.”

“i can hear your heart thumpin’ like a damn rabbit.”

“if merle could see me now i’d never hear the end’a it.”

“swear t’god, you’d pet a damn walker if i didn’t stop ya.”

“that mouth’s gon be the death’a you.”

[witchsamlizzie]

i love u leonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn <3

[omg-imstillatotalmess]

Daryl hittin it from the back not because he doesn't want to be romantic but because he doesn't want you to know just how down fucking horrendous he is. That man is out here bright red and sweating with his eyes half open and tongue hanging out

[steamedp0rkbun]

eyes of a pathetic puppy top that I want to climb on

[missposessive]

PICTURE YOU.

grace ashcroft x afab!reader

a.n - immediately fell in love with grace ashcroft when i saw her for the first time and have read every fic about her after finishing the game. there are so little that i have to make one for myself. grace ashcroft i’m in lesbians with you.

warnings - provocative language, smut, grinding, subtop!grace, powerbottom!reader, l-bomb, use of the word pretty, outercourse (?), mentions of marking, pre-established relationship, making out, fingering (r!receiving), if i missed anything, don't tell me.

overworked, underpaid.

if grace lived by a motto, that’d be it.

sure she got along with her boss, but getting along doesn’t pay her nearly enough.

60 page essay about raccoon city’s origins? okay, maybe a few more cents than usual.

it was safe to say grace was stressed. she drowned herself in books, reports, and typing. shoes off practically everyday, a foot propped up on her chair as her eyes scanned every word she wrote on her computer—

“could your computer be any brighter?” you spoke, tilting your head as you let out a breathy laugh, sitting next to grace on the bed. her habits never changed. her legs were crossed, fingers clacking against her faded keyboard. she only turned to you, a small laugh leaving her lips. a laugh that was almost unsure. typical grace.

“i..need to make sure i can see everything.” she muttered out, like she could barely believe her own words. you scooted closer to her, propping your head against her shoulder as you watched her type. “i feel like i haven’t seen you off of this thing.” you said, fiddling with the border around the screen. that earned you a sigh and the tiniest whimper. “i’m sorry. this report is driving me crazy and when i have something this long—” “grace, relax. i get it.” you cut her off, and her shoulders sagged. it seemed as if for the first time, she stopped typing, her glasses falling ever-so-low on her nose. “i really am sorry.” she reiterates, nodding. the amount of pleading in this woman’s eyes could make anyone crazy.

your eyes fell down to her lips for a beat before they went back to make eye contact with her. "your priorities are straight, at least." you said, quieter than before. her brows frowned as a sliver of skin on her lip disappeared from her teeth chowing down into it. not hard enough to draw blood, no, but hard enough that you knew what she was thinking, what her brain was telling her. you only stared, like she'd turn to dust in the blink of an eye. it felt like that sometimes. she could get so lost in work she wouldn't even recognize her own name.

she contemplated her next move for a split second. even after all of this time, she still got nervous. her cheeks still got flushed, and she still stumbled over her words. "i-..can.." she trailed off, blinking at you. you nodded in response, smiling. always the one to take initiative.

your hand snaked up to her shoulder before it found the warm feeling of her neck, the ends of her hair tickling your hand before hers finally withdrew from her computer. “careful..that’s your lifeline.” you said, smiling widely at her, which earned the smallest chuckle from her as you both leaned in. it took a few seconds of pulling back from both sides before her plush lips finally locked with yours, and god you missed the feeling. her lips were soft, a hint of coconut chapstick she applied just to lick off within seconds. grace whined a bit, her hand finding the back of your neck— though, her hand hovered. she was always scared of hurting you, being too aggressive. and you wouldn’t have minded regardless but she was always extra cautious.

your tongue swiped over her bottom lip before you sucked hers, a small gasp coming from graces’ mouth before you pulled away. both you and her eyes were half lidded. you both were a drug to each other neither of you could stay away from.

in what felt like a matter of seconds, graces shirt was discarded on the floor, along with every piece of clothing on your body. graces back was against the headboard as it rocked with every little movement the both of you made. you had finally managed to your underwear off before you guided graces hands to your hips, lowering yourself onto her jean-covered thigh.

almost as if the both of you were in sync, graces mouth fell open just as yours did. you felt her nail dig into your hip ever so slightly as you began bucking your hips, clit rubbing against the fabric. grace couldn’t believe her eyes, and you? oh, you had a stupid smirk on your face. though you tried to stifle it, it was to no avail. you knew what this was doing to her, and you swore you could see the wet patch forming underneath her jeans. her brows frowned even more than they usually did, her other hand holding onto you for support. support that she needed.

“fuck, grace..feels so good.” you muttered out, tilting your head to gauge her reaction. she let out a shaky breath, voice and faint moans strained. she knew if she spoke, it’d be broken, but she did regardless. “y..y..you look..so pretty,” she managed to get past her lips, which earned a small smile from you. she never usually talked during intimate moments. not that she didn’t want to, because fuck did she want to.

you leaned closer to her, continuing to move your hips as your lips found her neck. you wasted no time biting into her pale skin, taking her skin in between your teeth and sucking. she let out a small moan in pain (and pleasure), her hand falling to the back of your head. “ah..”

“mm..i love you,” grace said, desperately. she needed you. every inch.

after you sucked her neck long enough to know a mark would show. you pulled back, rubbing her shoulder. “i love you too.” you said, breathless as grace looked down, seeing the trail of your slick coating her jeans. “shit,” her brows frowned.

when grace had mustered up even the smallest bit of courage, she dug her nails into your hips harder than she had the whole night, keeping you in place which halted your movement. when you stopped, you looked at her in confusion, wondering if you’d done anything wrong, but before you could even consider a word, grace’s hand fell from your hip, and to your clit, grazing it before teasing your hole. you let out a small moan as she eyed you intently, making sure she wasn’t messing anything up or hurting you. when you moaned and nodded her in reassurance, she continued her movements. she meant to tease your hole, easing her finger into it, but because you were so wet, there was no chance. her finger had slipped in, causing a wave of shock to hit the both of you. you let out a harsh breath, staring into her eyes through her prescription frames.

“i-i am so—” “don’t be. just..keep going.”

so she did. she fingered you slowly, curling her finger every now and again to make that knot in your stomach tighten and loosen over and over again. but one finger could only help for so long before she rubbed your lips with two digits this time, making sure you were ready for it. though, you always were.

two fingers was perfect. when grace curled her fingers, you felt the sensation increase tenfold. you were both drunk and high on the feeling. grace swore she had a heartbeat in her pants.

and when you came—whole body shaking, she made sure to tend to you as much as you needed it. she reassured you with faint and short words, caressing your back as she pulled her fingers out. you almost whined at the loss before you watched her fingers disappear past her lips. she maintained slight eye contact with you before looking away, the pink on her cheeks visible as she licked her fingers clean.

before grace could even speak up, you were back on her, the concept of any personal space was gone, but— it was like this every day anyway. she didn’t want it any other way. the blush on her cheeks increased, her hand slightly covering her mouth as your hands travelled down her body, tracing every tone on her stomach before one slipped underneath her jeans, hovering over her panties.

“about time i repay you.”

[heavvyssoul]

whenever i think of rickyl i think of two stubborn guys who don't like to admit what they feel but are constantly kissing in hidden places and rubbing against each other in such a desperate way

of course neither of them wants to be the passive one until rick says "okay, fuck it" and forces daryl into submission uhuuum that's what i like and want to write about it

[whatwe]

Rick & Michonne The Walking Dead — (7.12) Say Yes

[lovestriuck]

s5 rick is so fucking hot in his uniform i genuinely might cream my pants

[doedixon]

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