Jun 6, 2025
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redraw of an old ass drawing
It should be a crime how little Emma x Dana fics there are on ao3, please I need my problematic age gap yuri fix
Kaiser who teases Sae for being extremely loud when him and Shidou are fucking, saying the dick can’t be that good.
Sae lets him have a turn.
Turns out, the dick, infact, is that good.
(Kaiser is too proud to admit it, but it’s the best sex he ever had and he jacks off to the memory. Sae knows of course, and would be willing to lend him his demon again but he wants him to beg for it.)
Something something Kaiser begging for it and getting the new best fuck of his life when he’s spit roasted by ryusae
If you are a minor, please do not click.
There's only maybe three(3) VERY Not Safe For Work Sylvaina works coz I took a break from [Patreon]. I put in three(3) other non-sylvaina works coz why not show y'all the problematic filth I draw :'))
a warning as usual, some of these women have dongers but there's a separate file for that so don't click that folder and go str8 for the Strap folder and we will be gucci.
more lemony stuff from previous years.
[2023 works]
[2022 works]
[2021 works]
sometimes i flip through the beecher’s hope sections of the journal just to giggle at john’s repeated inability to spell mayor lemieux’s name
Tied-back~
Carl x gn!reader
Tw:NONE
Flufflfufflfjffjflfjf (maybe a wee bit of angst, but it's like mentions of past stuff)
You'd spotted Carl trying to keep his hair out of his eye for about ten minutes ago. He'd been cleaning his gun, hunched over on the top step of the porch. Scoffing and trying to blow the stray strands out of his face, however, his method left much to be desired.
Cutting it was out of the picture. He wouldn't. Even if you offered to do it yourself, he wouldn't let anyone else cut it. Before, he'd only ever let Lori cut it, and since then, he'd vowed never to cut it. Surprisingly, he'd kept up with his vow. Most people kept it short, harder for undead hands to grab, even Daryl, who liked it long kept it relatively short, trimming it every couple weeks or so to keep it shoulder length, which happened to be just short enough to remain out of reach from any less than friendly encounters.
No matter how much bargaining you, Rick, or Michonne could offer, could change his mind.
Part of keeping it long is to let it drape over the deep rippled valley where his right eye once sat. He'd learnt to live with the scar as long as he kept it hidden, typically under a small square of gauze and a bandage tied around it, his hair then draped over that.
"Carl." You hum, watching from the doorway, garnering a grunt in response, his hair hindering his work clearly playing with his nerves.
A faint smile tinges at your lips, slightly amused by Carl just...putting up with an easily fixable problem.
"Stupid hair." He utters under his breath, the metal in his hands clunking as he cleans each individual part. Letting his well-worn hands carefully glide over the matt black metal.
You huff a quiet laugh before stumbling up behind him.
"What are you up to?" He questions, ocean blue eye gazing up at you from where he's seated, his hands pausing to take on whatever you're about to ask.
"Face back that way," you coo, receiving a questioning quirk of his eyebrow before his face turns back to the way it had been.
Your fingers gently brush his hair back off his forehead, the gold in his hair illuminated by the warm, gentle spring sun looming over the two of you. Pulling the gentle brown waves sat on the top half of his head into a flimsy ponytail. He hums absentmindedly in response, taking in the quiet intimacy of the moment.
You tie the ponytail off with the stray hairband you found comforting to have on your wrist. Letting your fingers brush through his hair, taking a moment to appreciate how well taken care of it is.
"Better?" You question, settling on the step beside him, your gaze landing on his hands as he works with the deconstructed weapon.
His face turns to meet yours, his pale pink lips twisted up into a small smile, a few stray ignorable strands falling from the ponytail, framing his face in the most perfect way.
"Thanks..."
"No biggie,"
Ryan Ross getting pegged #wheredoifindthis