#i want to bite this guy like a dog biting a chew toy !!!!

[saturncoyote]

I just had a thought but What do you think would happen if Creek got into a position where he had to choose between risking his own safety to save Garde's? and Hibiscus? ( sorta similar to the type of situations Branch tried to entrap him with in Creek week lol ) I know at the end of the day they are just characters in your control 😂😂 so I guess my question is more that if you did write such a situation what would you write Creek to do? would you write him as having finally found something that he's willing to give his own life for? and maybe having undergone a bit of an arc where he learns to be more traditionally heroic? or would you maybe write it in such a way that's a tad closer to his movie character? like maybe in a dire situation Creek does panic again and chooses himself?

and as a result his loved ones end up in danger and Creek has to find some other way to get them out of it while feeling Hella guilty that he still can't help but panic and prioritise himself when it comes to dangerous situations. I guess the real question is how much has he changed from the first movie in your story?

OHOHOhohohoooo ! That is a good question ! And one that i HAVE rotated in my mind before

To me Creek will always be a character who puts his own wellbeing and safety first, but he's also a character who's recently been put through hell for doing just that, he's felt a level of fear and lonelyness that he's never felt in his life and he will do anything to stop that from happening again, plus the fact that his decision to save himself caused him to lose everything he had in the process is bound to mess with how he perceives his own worth

So i wouldn't call him a traditionally heroic type, he'll save Garde and Hibiscus because being alone again scares him more than putting his own life in danger, he will do an act of bravery out of fear

[rockn-rule]

The Redacted nation when Guy:

Erik: haha a recurring pizza delivery guy character!!! And his name is Guy because he's the pizza Guy!! Isn't that funny-

Redacted nation: FUCCKKKKK!!!!! LET ME FUCK HIM!!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!!!! SEX!!!!!

[whore-ibly-hot]

Yan!Mean-Girls x Fem!Reader

"Just Girly Things"

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Bullying (Not at Reader), name callung, nude photos, coercion, dubcon touching, fem pronouns for the yans, mentions of school, general perversion, toxic behaviors, masturbation, sex toys, mean girls, dumbification, buying affection.

(AN: I'm not super proud of this one, but did my best. Never written a fem!Yan before.)

The sound of clicking keypads and the occasional scoff can be heard in Maggie Robinsons loft bedroom. As the most popular girl at Delta High, it was important her room look as perfect as her. She chews on the strawberry flavored gum in her mouth, scrolling through her phone. She scoffs. "Sasha, did you see Jenny Taylor's latest post?" Sasha gags and nods. "Totally a spray-on tan." Sasha says, and Maggie nods. "She looks like a fucking orange. I bet you that nerd she's been with, his dick is that same shade right now..." The two cackle.

"Is he sick?" The third and final member of the group of cheerleaders asks. "Why would his dick be orange?" Sasha sighs, and puts a hand on her friends knee. "Lindsey, his dick is orange because her fake tan would rub off on it. It isn't like, permanently that color. It was a joke." Sasha explains. Lindsey pauses and tilts her head, before giggling. "Oh, I get it!" She claps her hands together, shaking the sequinned bracelet around her wrist as she does so. Maggie grins and roll her eyes at Lindsey's air-headed nature. Luckily, Sasha is always around to explain he jokes, because Maggie won't. She likes to watch her dumb subordinate work things out slowly.

"What about you, newbie? Ever had a fake tan?" She whips her head over to face you. You gulp as the school's queen bee sets her sights on you. You aren't sure why she seemed so fixated on you since you joined Delta High. Maybe it's because you were pretty, or talented, or just really obedient, but she's been dragging you around like a little purse dog since you met her, with Sasha and Lindsey flanking you both at all times. "Um, no." You mumble. She nods, and says "Good, you already have good skin. I mean, you should get a little more tan, but not with that shitty spray stuff. Or, y'know, you'll turn some jocks dick orange." The three laugh. "Because the tan rubs off!" Lindsey giggles. Maggie rolls her eyes, and groans. "Yes, Lindsey. Thanks for explaining." Lindsey looks down.

"Speaking of, have any of the guys at school caught your eye? I mean, like, appropriate ones for you. Not a fucking mathlete dork or something." She asks. "Not really. I've never actually had a boyfriend." The three girls freeze, and gasp. "Seriously?" "You've never had a boyfriend?" Maggie asks. She waves frantically, trying to get you to sit beside her on her bed. "Why not?" She asks. "Do you have a sex disease? Like... like cancer?" Lindsey asks, eyes wide. "Sex cancer, seriously?" Sasha says, glancing at her blonde friend, who only shrugs. "No one was ever interested, I guess." You grimace. You hadn't ever been popular, only making Maggie's interest in you more jarring. You had finally gotten a peek at what it was like to be school royalty.

"Not interested? Aw, you poor baby." Maggie pouts. "That's why you have us, you know? To doll you up, and keep you popular, that way you can have anyone you want." Sasha chirps. "I can't believe no one ever tried to get with you, you're like, really pretty." You smile awkwardly. "Thanks, Lindsey."

Maggie scoots closer, and you bite back a gasp when you feel her cold hands on your tank top, cupping your breasts. "Honestly. The jocks at school are horndogs, they'll stick it in anything, I'm surprised you haven't gotten any attention because of these." She bites her lips as her eyes wander down to your cleavage. "They're natural, right?" You nod. You feel the bed dip behind you, as Sasha and Lindsey join the two of you on the bed. "So you've never kissed anybody?" Sasha asks, tilting her head as her curls bounce. "No, I've kissed a boy, back in church in like, middle school or something." You chuckle, shrugging and rolling your eyes.

"What about kissing girls?" Your eyes widen. You shake your head as you feel the three girls gazes resting heavily on you. "I haven't. Why do you ask?" Maggie grins. "You could try with us. You're one of us now, you've gotta live a little. I mean, you haven't even had a boyfriend, or done it with someone. Let us help you." She coos. She leans in, and you gulp. "Don't you have a boyfriend, Maggie? Jason, right?" She asks. Maggie nods. "Yeah, but like, he won't care. He'll probably think this is hot or something. Besides, it's just girls helping each other out. It's not like a random hookup, we're all friends here." She feigns hurt at your hesitance, pouting. "Don't you like us?" Lindsey whines, giving you puppy dog eyes as she rests her head on your shoulder from behind. "No, I like you guys, it's just-" You look at Lindsey. "Alright, we can do this." You sigh. Maggie grins, and puts her hands on your waist, pressing her chest to yours. "Good, it's not even weird. It's like, just girly things." She explains. She bites your lip playfully, making you blush as she finally presses her lips to yours. As you kiss the school's queen bee, you can taste the light strawberry flavor of her gum, and as she pulls away a string of sticky lip gloss connects your lips for a moment.

"See? You did good, especially for someone who's only kissed once before." Maggie coos. Lindsey pops up to kiss your cheek. "Your skin is so soft!" She giggles, nuzzling your neck. Sasha sits to the side, waiting for orders from Maggie. "Lemme see your chest." Maggie begins to tug up your tight, white tanktop, grinning when she sees that you have no bra on. "No bra, huh? Maybe you wanted us to do this?" She teases. "Pretty..." She circles her fingers around your left nipple, watching it pebble up. "I bet you're sensitive, huh?" Sasha asks. You can't speak, and only nod. Maggie's cold hands make you shiver, as she gropes your breasts with a wicked grin. She reaches down and puts Lindsey's hands on your breasts. "Lindsey, keep playing with her tits, okay? I'm gonna move a little lower." Lindsey nods, fondling your breasts from behind. "I'll try not to scratch you, my nails are kinda long right now..." She giggles. Maggie hikes up your skirt, keeping it around your waist. She licks her lips as she touches the black panties covering your cunt. "Are these from that department store on 9th?" She asks. "Uh, yeah?" She rolls her eyes. "You don't need to be wearing that shit, that's for people like Jenny Taylor, not girls like us. Tell you what-" She leans closer to your ear, kissing the shell of it. "You make me cum, and I'll take you downtown tomorrow and buy you something cute. That's sure to help you get a guy." She obviously has no intentions of getting you a boyfriend, considering the way her gaze turns possessive. Still, she can't deny that she likes the idea of seeing you in something lacey, especially something she bought you. She notices from the corner of her eye how Sasha is squirming, clearly eager to act, rubbing her thighs together subconsciously.

"Sasha?" Her head perks up immediatly, and she stills. "Y-yes, Maggie?" She pants. "Go get my wand, the pink one." Sasha nods, and scurries over to Maggie's closet, digging around for something. She manages to pull out a pink wand, with a microphone-like rubber tip. You can feel Maggies fingers trying to pull your panties to the side. "You ever played with yourself?" She whispers. You nod. "Yeah, a few times." You admit. "How?" She presses an index against your aroused clit. You gasp. "Fingers! I use my fingers, inside me." You moan. She pouts again, as Sasha hands her the wand. "Well, no wonder your little clit is so swollen, you've not been giving it any attention." She coos. "Don't worry, I've got just the thing." She takes the wand from Sasha. "It feels so good." Sasha says, her eyes full of sincerity. You wonder just how many times these girls have done this sort of thign. Does anyone else at school know?

You are torn from your thoughts when you hear a whirring sound. "What's that gonna do?" You ask. "It vibrates, and I'm just gonna press it right up against your clit, okay? It's gonna feel so fucking good..." She groans. "But, I'm going to enjoy something too. You know, for being such a good friend, and taking in a little newbie. You watch as Maggie mounts your thigh, gasping when you feel her slick pussy press against your leg. Has she not been wearing underwear this whole time? Your whole body flinches when you feel a pusling wave in your lower. "A-ah, shit." You grip the sheets of Maggie's bed tightly. Somehow, the stimulation to your clit makes Lindsey's pawing at your chest feel even more pleasurable. Maggie chuckles as she begins to grind herself against your thigh. "Feels good, huh? You like that? Your pretty new friends taking good care of you? Putting a pretty vibrator on your clit?" Her condescedngin tone makes you blush in shame. After a while, her moans grow in volume too. "Fuck, even just your thighs feel good. Maybe, god- maybe soon I'll ride your pussy like this." She groans. "God, not even Jason makes me feel this hot, this wet. That little limp-dick, can't even make me finish." She tilts her head back. "Sasha, take a photo, m' boutta cum." Sasha pales. "I don't... um, can I use you phone, mines dead?" Maggie doesn't open her eyes, but Sasha can sense her rage. "I don't care, just taking the fuckin' photo, I'm so close. C'mon, baby. Cum on my vibrator, I'll buy you something, anything, just do it." You weren't expecting to her Maggie beg for anything in your lifetime, much less for you to cum. Overwhelmed, you feel your orgasm hit hard. "M-maggie, I'm, oh..." She nods rapidly as she practically bounces on your thigh. "Yeah, right there, I'm cumming to..." She pants.

You close your eyes, but still sense a flash of light from Sasha snapping a photo. As your legs shake from the feeling, Maggie casually dismounts your thighs, sitting down on the bed beside you. She kisses your forehead. "You did so good. I'll get you something so cute to wear to school next week." She flips her hair and acts nonchalant, as if she hadn't just held a sex toy to your cunt while she rode your thigh like her life depended on it. "Sasha, let me see that photo." Sasha shows her the phone, and she grimaces. "Ugh, I look so fucking pale. Put a Sepia filter on it or something." Before Sasha can, Lindsay snatches the phone, and lets out a whine.

"Only my hands are in it! What the hell, Sasha!"

[pinkpurplesunrises]

Milo, Grogu, and the Bump - the short story - Alexia Putellas x GroguObsessed!Reader - thank you for 100 followers

It started with Grogu falling off the shelf. Again.

“Milo!” you shouted from the couch, belly taking up more and more of your lap each day. “Drop him!”

Milo, tiny criminal disguised as a dog, bolted across the living room with Grogu’s floppy green ear in his mouth like a victory flag.

Alexia stepped out of the kitchen mid-bite, holding a spoon of yogurt. “Is he stealing Grogu again?”

“Third time today,” you said. attempting to stand but groaning halfway up. “I can’t chase him anymore. My centre of gravity is gone. I’m basically a snowman.”

“I got it.” Alexia sighed, setting her yogurt down and launching into what had become a regular household game: Operation Save Grogu from the Goblin Dog.

Milo dove under the dining table. Alexia followed with the focus of a woman who'd once scored in a Champions League final and now, apparently, spent her off-seasons wrestling plush toys from a nine-kilo dog.

“Give it, Milo,” she grunted. “This is not the Jedi way.”

He growled, tail wagging.

“I swear if he pulls the ear off again, I’m going to...”

“He’s just expressing himself,” you called feeling all of a sudden guilty for Milo. “He’s emotionally bonded to Grogu!”

“I emotionally bonded to Grogu first even if I didn't want it!” Alexia shouted, triumphantly reclaiming the plush. “I won it!”

“And now you have to share. That’s parenting, babe.”

Alexia tossed Grogu onto the couch beside you. He landed belly-up, right against your bump.

Your baby immediately kicked him in the face.

“Oh my God,” you gasped. “She just rejected him.”

Alexia’s eyes widened. “She’s on Milo’s side.”

“That or she’s mad he keeps falling on her.”

Grogu flopped slightly to the side, defeated.

You picked him up gently and placed him over your belly like a tiny, squishy shield.

“Diplomatic mission,” you explained.

Alexia came to sit beside you, Milo now proudly chewing a sock under the coffee table.

“Honestly,” she said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “this house is going to be chaos when the baby’s actually here.”

“It’s already chaos.”

“You’re already tired.”

“I cried this morning because I dropped toast butter-side down.”

Alexia kissed your cheek. “I cried when I realized we still have to baby-proof everything. Including Milo.”

“He’s un-proofable.”

“No, he’s just smart,” she said, looking at the dog. “Chaotic-smart.”

“Like someone else I know,” you muttered.

“Hey.”

You smiled and leaned into her. Grogu slipped down your bump again, landing face-first in your lap.

You looked down at him.

“Sorry, little guy. She’s kicking for two now.”

Alexia grinned. “She’s already fighting for space in this house.”

“She better be ready for a roommate who steals socks and has no personal boundaries.”

“I thought that was me,” Alexia teased.

You laughed, grabbing her hand and placing it gently on your belly. The baby kicked again, softer this time. Like a nudge.

“She likes you today,” you whispered.

“I’ll take what I can get,” she said, brushing her thumb over your skin.

Grogu, crumpled between you both like a proud mascot, stared silently into the ceiling.

Milo sneezed.

The baby kicked happily.

Life is really good for the four of you.

[aurorawritestoescape]

BAD BLOOD - Part II

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: your step uncle Joel visits you in your bedroom and then you have a chat with your stepdad Tommy.

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), everyone is still horrible, perv!Joel, dark!Joel, dark!reader, darkish!Tommy, slight somno, m/f!masturbation, fingering, cum eating, degradation, tiny bit of praise kink, daddy kink, blackmail, that chin caress but make it filthy, swearing

Word count: 3,5k

A/n: thank you for giving pt 1 such a warm welcome❤️ special thank you for your comments and rbs- your kind words mean the world to me🫶 I hope you’ll like this one!😘

Series masterlist || Part I || MASTERLIST

*******

You wake up feeling a hand on the back of your thigh. You’re lying on your stomach, legs tangled in the blanket. The hand slides down, caresses the back of your knee, then trails up your thigh again, reaching your ass. You feel strong fingers squeeze your ass cheek over your skirt. Still half asleep you imagine a faceless man lying on top of you and piercing you with his cock. You bite your lower lip, while bliss and arousal are spreading all over your body. In your mind the stranger turns into your stepdad and you slightly push your ass out into the hand with a soft moan.

“Naughty girl,” you hear a gruff voice and immediately open your eyes and turn on your back. Your heart is ready to pop out of your chest when you see Joel, your step uncle, sitting on the bed next to you and watching you.

He’s wearing a tight-fitting gray henley and dark blue jeans. His muscles are bulging under the sleeves and a lot of his chest is showing. He looks annoyingly hot.

“The hell are you doing here?" you rasp, covering your thighs with the blanket and straightening your top. You remember you don't have any panties on and squirm under Joel's intent stare.

"Just checkin' on you. Wanted to make sure you got home safely yesterday," he says as his gaze slides over every exposed inch of your body.

"Cut the crap, Joel. I felt you groping me in my sleep," you grumble furrowing your brows at him, "I know you're a scumbag but you still manage to surprise me."

He smiles at you, his eyes dark and icy, "Don't act like a fucking prude all of a sudden, angel. Tommy told me how big of a slut you were."

"Oh, so now you're gonna lecture me on the importance of celibacy or something?" you giggle rubbing your sleepy eyes.

"Not before I fuck you, sweetheart," he replies and the air in the room gets heavy.

You don’t wanna laugh anymore, your pussy tingles and you squeeze your thighs together. Joel notices the movement under the blanket and smirks,

“Need something, angel? Maybe this?” he turns away from you and reaches for something on the bed. When he faces you again you see your vibrator in his hand.

“Give it to me, Joel,” you stretch your arm and open your hand waiting.

“Is it better than a real man?” Joel asks, leaving your words without attention.

“Less annoying for sure.”

“You think of your stepdad when you torture your clit with this?” his gaze pierces you as he’s rubbing the toy with his thumb.

“Fuck off, Joel,” you spit out at him and he smiles, the emotion not reaching his eyes. “Where’s he by the way? Tommy,” you ask, chewing on your lower lip.

“Don’t know. Haven’t seen him since yesterday. You scared him shitless with your ‘yes, daddy’, ‘bye, daddy,’” Joel makes his voice higher, imitating you and you roll your eyes, “he left the bar soon after you. Probably fucked his fist at Walmart’s parking lot, poor guy.”

Joel laughs and you smile dreamily imagining Tommy jacking off to the thought of you. The imagery makes you space out for a moment until you hear Joel’s murmur, “Thinking of daddy’s cock, angel?”

You scoff and bite back, “What about you, old man? You got all riled up too yesterday. Were drooling like a hungry dog all over me.”

“Come on, sweetheart, you can’t blame me, when all your skirts look more like belts,” he returns his gaze to the part of your legs not covered by the blanket and licks his lower lip.

You can’t help but glance at your toy in his big hands. What if he uses it on you? Just this thought makes your core warm and tingly.

“Can I have it?” You sit up reaching for the vibe but he pulls his hand away and you grab air instead. Your chest is pressed to his shoulder now and the mixture of his cologne and sweat makes you gush. Your desire blooms and gets overwhelming.

His gaze slides from your eyes to your lips and chest. You glance down noticing your perked up nipples visible under the top and look back at him not hiding away,

“Like what you see, Joel? How about you show me what a real man can do for me?” you purr while your hand snakes to his thigh and trails up closer to his bulge. He grunts and pushes you back down on the bed with his hand splayed on your chest.

He tosses your toy away. “Open up, angel,” he says with a calm yet stern tone. You hesitate for a second, your heart is pounding, and he raises his brows as a signal to hurry up.

You pull away the blanket and slowly bend the leg that’s further from him. Your skirt slides off your thighs and he takes a deep breath when he sees your wet folds.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he grunts reaching for his belt. He unbuckles it with one hand and unzips his jeans. Your eyes follow his every move, hungry and desperate for anything this perv gives you. He tugs down his boxers and lets the band stay under his big balls.

You see his cock as he takes it out and you grunt through your teeth realizing that you’re fucked. Whatever power he’s had over you by now triples when you see what he’s packing. His cock is thick and long, more gorgeous than anything you’ve seen, both in real life and in porn. Two thick veins on the shaft are calling for your tongue. You desperately want to trace them and take that angry fat head to the deepest part of your throat. You want his cock in every hole you possess.

You lock eyes with him and see him smiling proudly,

“Like what you see, angel?”

Holding his dick in his big veiny hand Joel looks back at your desperate pussy and his warm palm glides up your thigh. He pushes your skirt completely out of the way and grazes your shiny seam with his knuckles. You feel a slight pressure on your clit and take a shaky breath.

“Pretty pussy,” he mumbles, “not the prettiest I’ve seen but she’ll do.”

“Asshole,” you whimper watching his thumb and index finger spread your folds.

Joel whistles. “Have you been this wet the whole time? Dripping on the sheets and talking to me? Naughty girl.”

His cock is fully hard now and he’s slowly stroking it. The sight of it along with his gentle touches send a new surge of arousal to your center and your wetness beads at your entrance and slides down toward your asshole.

Joel catches it with his thumb and brings it to your clit before gently rubbing it.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut, letting your uncle do this to you,” he murmurs pleasuring you and himself.

“Step.. uncle,” you moan, fluttering your eyes shut and arching your back.

The degradation, the depravity of what you two are doing make your pussy clench around nothing over and over and you open your blown eyes desperately looking at his weeping cock.

He notices your hunger and asks motioning to his member, “Want it, angel?”

You nod but it’s not enough for him.

“Say - ‘please, give me your cock, uncle.”

You whine scrunching your nose and his hand leaves your pussy and rests on your belly.

“You’re not my uncle,” you whine, bucking your hips in search of his hand.

“Let’s try again. ‘Please, give me your cock, uncle’.”

Not being able to contain yourself any longer you repeat it through gritted teeth and he tuts, “that’s not how good girls ask. I know you’re far from that title but you can act like one. I saw you do it in front of Tommy. Was cute.” While he’s talking to you his palm is rubbing your mound making you squirm while your pussy’s throbbing for him.

“You’re disgusting.”

He chuckles, torturing you without shame.

You look up at the ceiling feeling anger boiling up in your gut, but your pussy aches more and more and you want him inside you so badly you might cry.

“Give me your cock, uncle, please”, you mewl and his mouth twists into a smirk, your humiliation creates wrinkles around his eyes.

“Good girl,” he praises you sarcastically and leans down to your face. You put your palms on his biceps and he kisses the tip of your nose. His facial hair tickles you, his breath smells of cigarettes and beer.

“I’ll give you my cock when you keep your end of the deal, little slut. And after I’m done with you, ya gonna be so desperate for more, you’ll drag your cute ass to Austin following me like a stray dog.”

You wince ready to snap back at him but suddenly he grabs your pussy and pushes a thick finger into your hole. You gasp and lift your hips into his hand with a whimper.

Joel starts pushing his digit in and out of you, quickly adding the second one and your soaked pussy squelches with every pump of his hand.

“Listen to this sloppy cunt. She wants a nice juicy cock. Or maybe two cocks, angel? Will you take mine and my brother’s dick at the same time?”

You mewl as the image of your stepdad and step uncle ruining your pussy flashes in your mind. The third finger slides in and Joel sits up watching the pleasure twist your face and ripple through your body. Then he starts shaking his hand pushing on the spongy spot inside you with the pads of his fingers as the heel of his palm is hitting your clit at the same time. Your whole body is shaking and a loud moan leaves your lips. He quiets you, covering your mouth with his big hand,

“Shhh, angel…, you’ll scream for me but not today..need you to be quiet…or your daddy will get jealous.”

His words tip you over the edge and you cry into his hot palm, sound muffled and desperate. He’s fucking his fingers into you while you shiver and tremble clumping around his thick digits.

“Yeah, just like that, my little slut,” he whispers, talking you through your high and drinking in your ecstasy.

When your climax subsides, his hands leave your mouth and pussy and not granting you a respite he grabs you by the arm and pulls you up.

You stand up on weak legs and Joel slides his hand through your wet folds. You whine with overstimulation while he gathers your creamy cum. He spreads it over his cock and pushes you to your knees.

You kneel between his thighs, ready to please him and give him the sloppiest head. His throbbing cock is bobbing in front of your face and your hand darts to take it from him but he slaps it away groaning, “Hands off, slut. You don’t deserve it yet. Show me your tits.”

Your anger rises up again and you glare up at him sitting back on your heels. No one has ever said ‘no’ to a dick sucking from you. You still follow his command, yanking your top down and exposing your breasts. “Good girl,” he praises you, starting vigorously pumping his cock and panting heavily, “Gonna come on your pretty face. Want my cum, angel?”

“Yes,” you mumble, mesmerized by his fingers gliding along the thick shaft and over the tip.

“‘course you do, cock hungry slut!” he hisses, grabbing you by the back of your neck and pulling your face closer to his length.

It takes a few more strokes and he curses and begins shooting the ropes of cum over your mouth, nose, chin and cheeks. You lick the bitter liquid off your lips staring up into his half lidded eyes.

When he stops coming he doesn’t let go of your hair. Still holding you close between his legs Joel starts spreading his cum all over your face. You take a sharp breath and close your eyes hastily as his hand covers every inch of your skin with his milky spend.

“Joel,” is the only thing you could utter, and the humiliation makes your pussy tingle again.

You carefully flutter your eyes open as his index finger and thumb slide down your jaw, caressing your chin. “Much better” he comments, looking down at you with a smirk. Then he wipes his hand on your bedsheet and gets up. You’re watching with your mouth agape as he tucks his cock back into his jeans, pats your head and leaves your bedroom.

***

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Tommy..” Tomorrow morning my ass! You curse yourself inwardly for telling Tommy that you’d see him the next day wearing his favorite pjs. Of course the fucking weasel left the house as soon as he could to avoid meeting you.

You were so excited to inform him that he would get to fuck his hot stepdaughter and now you’re in the house all alone. Joel left as soon as he came all over your face and your mom is out too probably with Tommy.

Jealousy and anger are eating you alive, you hate them and yourself. On top of everything you are horny. You replay the images of Joel’s hand on your pussy, his fingers stretching your little hole over and over again. You watch a couple of stepcest porn videos imagining Tommy and Joel in place of the actors, listen to the bar recording and come a few times on the couch in the living room - on Tommy’s favourite spot. You don’t clean your creamy slick off the couch after yourself, wishing he’ll notice it.

The sun sets and it gets dark but you don’t turn the lights on in your room. You're lying on your bed, waiting for Tommy to return. You nearly fall asleep a few times but you’ve decided to talk to him today so you slap your cheek to wake yourself up and continue waiting.

Just around midnight you hear a car driving up the street. You glance out of the window and see Tommy's car pulling up the driveway. Excitement and anticipation make your stomach flutter but the happy moment blows out like a balloon when you see your mom getting out of the car as well.

Disappointment twists your face shifting into rage and you grind your teeth.

They enter the house and you hear Jess laughing loudly. “Drunk bitch,” you think and jealousy returns in full force.

They go upstairs and head to the master bedroom. You hear nothing for a while and then the sound of a shower starting. You sneak up to the bedroom and peek through the door.

Tommy’s standing at the foot of the bed taking his shirt off, revealing a white tee underneath which is strained by his broad shoulders and muscular back. His arms look massive as he’s been working out a lot recently. His butt also looks perfect in his dark sweatpants. You drive away your horny thoughts and decide to act while your mom is taking a shower.

You walk into the room, your steps muffled by the carpet and glance at the closed bathroom door.

Knowing Jess you have 15-20 min. You come up to Tommy from behind and snake your hands around his big torso.

“Out already?” He asks, apparently mistaking you for his wife and you smile when he lets you hug him. You nuzzle your face against his nape breathing in the piney scent of his soft hair.

Tommy puts his hands over your forearms and only then realizes his mistake. He turns around rapidly, pushing you away.

“Fuck! What’re you doing?” he hisses as his eyes dart nervously between your face and the bathroom door.

“We need to talk, daddy. Been waiting for you all day,” you pout fumbling with the hem of your silky pj shorts. The ones he likes.

“The hell you’re calling me daddy for?” he asks and shakes his head. “I can’t. We shouldn’t,” he mumbles hurriedly, “let’s talk tomorrow, ok?” He grabs your arm and tries to lead you to the door but you plant your feet on the floor and don’t barge.

Instead you pull him closer to you by the hem of his shirt and open your hand showing him an earbud.

“Sit for a second and listen to this,” you motion to the bed with a warm smile, “please, It won’t take long.” He's glaring down at you, his lips pressed in a tight line.

Slow so as not to spook him you raise your hand to his head and put in the earbud. Still clutching his tee with one hand you take your phone out of your hoodie and play a recording. The recording.

The moment it starts playing his expression changes. His eyes get wide, plush lips part. You drink in his fear and gush seeing him listen to the filthy things he said about you. His eyes are looking through you, concentrated on the dialogue in his ear.

Suddenly his hand darts to your phone, and he commands, “Give it to me!” You’ve expected it so you hide the phone behind your back but he’s reaching for it pushing you with his torso and making you stumble backwards. Your back hits the dresser and his hand clasps your wrist, his face inches from yours, “Give me the phone!”

You look up at him with defiance and say, “Even if you delete it off my phone, it’s in the cloud, daddy!”

You know well that these old men know nothing about the cloud and you see with satisfaction the way his face falls.

You’re enjoying yourself too much. He’s crowding you against the dresser practically hugging you into his strong body. His size, his strength, his scent overtake any sense you have and you buck your hips into him with a whimper. You feel a hard shape of his cock against your lower belly and your heart sings at the realization you’ve given it to him. As if burnt Tommy pulls away from you, his fury replaced by fear. You take a deep breath collecting yourself as you don’t have much time.

“Relax. Take a seat,” you coo, stepping up to him and pulling the earbud out. You push him towards the bed and he obediently sits on its edge, eyes downcast.

You use his shock as a distraction and stand between his knees. Then you carefully perch your ass on his thigh and wrap your arm around his neck, placing the other on his chest. He glances up at you, asking quietly, “what do you want to do with it?”

You feel his stiff length with the side of your thigh, and purr smiling, “it’s a great audio, right? I listened to it twice yesterday. First time live in the bar bathroom…and then again later on my big pink bed. I came so hard listening to you talk about my tight pussy…” you nuzzle his cheek and he flinches but doesn’t push you away. His mustache tickles your face and you giggle.

You bring your lips to his ear and whisper, “I want it too, daddy. I need a real man. And those silly boys…they can’t give me what I want.” Your lips graze the shell of his ear and he shudders. He puts his hand on your naked thigh and for a moment you’re scared he’s going to push you off his lap but instead he gives it a light squeeze.

You're soaking your shorts and probably his sweatpants and moan into his ear, “I…I wanna be loved, Tommy. And I feel loved only sitting on a nice fat cock. You have a perfect one, daddy. And you’re so caring and sweet. Fuck me and I’ll delete your confession. Mom will never know how much you want this,” you look down and he drops his head as well watching your fingers move your shorts to the side exposing your wet pussy. Tommy breathes in sharply and curses. You slide your middle finger between your folds and swirl it around your pulsing clit as the other hand clasps his shoulder, “Just a sneak peek, daddy,” you whimper softly. “And a little taste,” you add, leaving your aching pussy and raising your hand. You show him your middle finger, shiny with your slick and bring it closer to his lips.

Tommy looks at it, eyes dark and hungry under the furrowed brows, glances up at you and mumbles, “you’re sick.”

You shrug your shoulders not putting the finger away. You wait. A gasp leaves your parted mouth when he takes the tip of your finger between his lips and you feel his tongue dance around it licking off your juices. His cock twitches and pulses against your naked thigh and you squirm on his lap, desperate for any pressure.

With a sigh you remind yourself that your time is almost up so you pull your finger out, peck the corner of his mouth and whisper, “I’ll text you the details.” With that you get up, walk to the door and leave just in time before the water stops.

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Part III

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interest peaked… how the turn tables

how does trouble react when peter bites her? 🎤

'trouble?'

'reading.'

'trouble?'

'go away.'

'trouble!'

you promise yourself that this is the one and only time you'll give into him. your face must show how annoyed you are because peter softens you right up with 'i love you.'

'aw. i love you too, handsome.' you wait for more, he doesn't offer anything. you lean over for a quick kiss before settling back into his sheets. the second your eyes are back on your book, peter bids for more attention.

'cuddles?'

you're not moving a thing, peter said you could read all afternoon if you wanted and you're going to do it. you pat your chest while shifting down, if he wants a cuddle, he has to come to you.

'i'm reading.' peter doesn't need another clue, he's pushing himself up and moving to lay on top of you. his weight adds a nice pressure, subconsciously a hand finds itself dragging through his curls while the other supports your book.

'trouble?' it's a whisper, you respond with 'shh.' your hand slowly stills the further you find yourself invested in the story, peter doesn't like it one bit. you hit the next chapter, honing in on heavy dialogue you're taken from reality and thrown into the page.

you jump, a soft yelp tumbles from your lips while your book drops and you push at peter's cheek. 'ow, ow, ow, ow! stop biting, stop biting!' peter digs his teeth in further, you whine and try to hold him back, it hurts more.

'peter,' you plead with his name and it's enough to make him let up. 'what? you've got very yummy arms.' it's the same excuse you use on him, you frown and stare at the soft indent he left behind.

'you bit me.'

'payback. let me get another.' you squirm away, 'no!' peter catches your arm and holds you still, you're still trying to fight him off when he latches on to the meat of your bicep. 'you're nibbling, i don't nibble!' it's a lie, you use him like a chew toy and you should be thankful he's being so easy on you.

peter lightly thrashes his head from side to side, it's like a dog with a bone. peter's the one with a pain kink, not you. 'i don't like it! i bite, you kiss, that's the rule!'

sweet relief, your attention lost from your damp skin by falling into the deep pits of peter's eyes. they're so pretty that you could spend limitless hours just looking at them.

'i'd kiss you if i could have your attention for two seconds.'

'then ask me!' peter blinks, a small frown forms. 'i tried. you shut me out.' he was pining for your attention and went for the one thing that would rip you from your alternate universe.

'does my petey want some love?'

a tender kiss is placed where his teeth were a minute ago. 'just a little.' you could set aside a few minutes, your book wasn't going anywhere.

'okay, give me hugs.' you ready yourself for a blanket of peter, instead he shakes his head and uses a hand to hold himself up, over you. 'no hugs. kisses.'

'what if i want hugs?'

peter said what he said. 'kisses.'

'hugs.'

a pretend grumpy face, he surprises you with a peck. 'kisses.' you poke his shoulder. 'kisses always mean more to you, i know your secrets.'

'no secrets, i promise. can't a guy just makeout with his girlfriend without being interrogated?'

your eyebrows raise, 'from kisses to a makeout. see? i knew there was something up with you.' peter takes a deep breath and eases into that smile. the one full of boyish charm, the one that makes you feel warm and giddy under his touch because it feels like he's undressing you in his mind.

'trouble,' you lose all air when he places a barely there kiss on your lips. 'please let me kiss you.' you can't think straight when he whispers against you like this, especially when he's pleading.

'you can kiss me.' it's just as quiet, you can feel peter's smile when he leans in. he's so gentle you tug him closer by his shirt, in ten seconds you're pressing up and begging him for more.

you halfway notice when peter sets your book on his nightstand, this time you can't blame him for starting more than just a kiss. but you will.

'just a makeout, huh?'

'it's a paperback. we don't wanna crush it, right?'

'next time don't be so sneaky and just fuck me from behind while i'm reading.'

a sharp inhale, peter's pupils blow wide. an aggressive kiss, your bottom lip might be bruised in the morning. 'don't tempt me with a good time, trouble.'

'it's not tempting if i'm asking.' another kiss, peter can't hide his love if he tried.

'have i ever told you that you're the best thing to ever happen to me?'

[oddballwriter]

Puppy Love

Summary: Jake asks if you want a puppy, you think he's joking, but now you and the boys actually have a puppy.

Warnings: Nothing really. Just a little blurb about you and the boys getting a fur baby. 

Author’s Snip: My and my family recently got two puppies, pugs, and idk I just thought of this.

Notes: I believe and support "adopt, don't shop". Always make sure you do research and look into where you get your pets if you want one to make sure you aren't buying from mills. Also, please look into rescues and fosters too, they deserve a chance at getting happy homes. Okay my PSA is over. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 758

When Jake asked you "Do you want a puppy?", you thought it was a joke, and you laughed, but when he looked up at you from his phone on his place on the couch you felt like maybe it wasn't. "Are you serious?" you question.

Jake turns his phone so that you can see the screen, revealing a picture of a large litter of what looked to be cocker spaniel puppies. "I know this guy. His girl's dog got out and got knocked up." Jake explained, "She popped out ten puppies and they want them out.". You look at the picture for a bit longer, maybe looking a little too softly at the litter since Jake asked if you want one.

"I don't know." you say, "What are the others thinking?" you ask. Judging off the smile Jake does, Marc and Steven have no idea about this. "Who cares. It's a puppy. Everyone likes puppies." Jake shrugs. "They won't be a puppy forever, Jake. And we live in a flat," you attempt to list off. Jake rolls his eyes, "I know. These dogs aren't that big though. It'll do fine. There are parks around, we can walk it around one of them." he explains. You think about it for a moment, not too sure what to say. Jake also picks up on that and says "Think about it.".

"I'll think about it and we tell the others about it." you say.

Marc wasn't too thrilled, but he also didn't really oppose it either. "It's a lot of work. We have to train it. And pay for vets and food and all that." and so on which Marc seemed to not like the sound of. "You were able to pay rent for a flat and a storage unit, Steven has a million books and trinkets, and Jake owns a bunch of cars. We all can sacrifice some money for them." you mention, and Marc acknowledged your point. "Okay. I'll think about it." he said.

Steven seemed more open, more focused on having the idea of having another pet than the price tag attached that had Marc on the fence. "It would be nice. Have a new addition. After all, the Gus' doesn't really do much other than swim around." is what he said about the idea. "We'd have to get one that's very calm though. So that we don't get a complaint about barking." he commented in a mutter.

And with that, and Marc letting up and going with the idea, you and Jake drove to his friend's place to meet the pups. On the way there Jake said to keep yourself together and not show any emotion because "He might want to get rid of them as quick as he can, but I'm sure he wants to make some good money while doing it.". It wasn't easy, but you managed to do good when interacting with them to see which one you wanted.

Going off of what each one of you wanted in your potential future dog you managed to find one that was more interested in sniffing and laying down on you than playing and running around like the rest of their siblings.

"That one doesn't do too much. He just lays around and chews on a toy every once in a while. The most I've seen him do is whine when he wants food and bite his siblings if they're trampling him." the guy says, "Good if you want something that just lays down with you." he remarks.

After some more talk, you decided that he was the one that you would take home. After Jake paid and the guy making a comment about getting the puppy fixed as soon as possible, the rest of the day was a long trip to the pet store to get everything he needed. Kibble, bowls, a bed, a collar, pads, a few toys, the whole lot. By the end of it, Jake's car was full of stuff and his pockets less full than when he left.

"You owe us, beba." Jake smirked nudging you playfully. "Jake. Not in front of the baby." you scold back in the same humor making him laugh.

"So," Jake said, "What are we naming him?" he asked. You look at the little thing in your arms and think for a moment. "Jake Jr." you joke. Jake laughs and says no, and the joke goes on with suggesting Steven Jr. and Marc Jr. until you shrug and settle on figuring that out some other time.

[sodepope]

Goob Headcanons cause he’s my new hyperfixation character

- any pronouns but likes he/him the most

- has AuDHD

- Genderfluid Pansexual Polyamorous

- he’s the tallest out of all the toons (though not as tall as some of the twisted mains) he’s lowkey a gentle giant (yes I know that on the wiki it says that sprout is the tallest but they didn’t specify weather they were talking about there in game models or the characters themselves, plus this is my own personal interpretation of goob)

- He has a lazy eye that goes all over the place but if he focuses REALLY HARD he’s able to put it into focus, but he doesn’t do it that often so in the rare occasion that he does it kinda freaks the other toons out

- Toodles likes to play with Goob a lot cause she sees him as one of the “cool adults” who will play with her anytime she wants.

- he has qualities of both a dog and a cat, like if he had a tail he’d definitely be wagging it but he also occasionally licks his paws like a cat grooming themselves

- he likes to do arts and crafts, especially with his big sis scraps!

- he likes shiny things, one of those shiny things being glisten

- he’s a pretty chill guy but in the rare and unfortunate occasion where he does get angry it’s not gonna be pretty

- he’s one of the few toons to actually pay attention to Shelly and her dinosaur rambles

- he occasionally needs glasses for his lazy eye

- he likes to chew on things, of course he won’t bite his friends but it’s still a bit of a problem. So to remedy this the other toons gift him a lot of teethers and chewelry, sometimes even chew toys for dogs. he keeps them all in a special box that he has formerly dubbed “the chew box”.

- he’s SUPER fluffy, and doesn’t mind when other toons just bury their face into his chest fluff when they need comfort (he’s VERY open to physical touch, it’s just his (platonic on romantic it really depends) love language)

- his eyes dilate when he’s looking at something he loves (platonic or romantic)

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i cannot find the post/tweet atm but that post that's like "[a] falls first but [b] falls harder isn't about [b] loving [a] more, it's about [a] getting so used to their (apparently unrequited) feelings it becomes the dull press of a bruise, versus [b] getting hit with a Feelings Realization Truck and immediately going completely insane about it. if they don't get to marry [a] TOMORROW they're going to start BITING PEOPLE" and i put tags like "this is tedependent. to me" and i am STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS. RANDOMLY AND UNPROMPTED. trent falls in love with ted first: and the love stays, but it becomes a low, constant white noise in his life, a background hum he can almost tune out; it's a candle flame burning gently in his chest, warm and constant but it still burns when he touches it. the dull press of a bruise. the resignation and acceptance that these feelings will never be returned, the love that asks for nothing and just enjoys being near him. meanwhile sometime in post-canon fix-it land or something ted's minding his own business when the anvil of Wait, Fuck, Am I In Love With Trent?? drops on his head with a loud BONK and he wakes up with a metaphorical goose egg and the revelation that wait, fuck, he IS in love with trent. so trent's over here with the slow, soft violins, fine with his little gay tragedy, because it doesn't feel so much like a tragedy when he's surrounded by a community he genuinely feels accepted in, and he's okay with the fact ted will never want him like that. and then in the next room ted is BARELY restrained from simply kool-aid-manning through the wall to propose to him on the spot. he's gonna start biting people and shaking them around like a dog with a chew toy if he doesn't get to kiss trent crimm on the mouth STAT. no but silliness aside really i can't stop thinking about that feeling of just accepting what the future has in store for you, that you'll never have what you truly want, that there's no hope, but getting to a place where you're okay with that, and then the love of your life/guy of your dreams suddenly is like "okay so i've thought about this long and hard and it turns out i'm like, mega in love with you. thoughts??????" i think ted has no idea trent's in love with him in this scenario btw. he's just hoping for the best. trent's his close friend and soooo beautiful and wonderful and maybe they could go on a date? (vibrating bc he cannot say he wants to spend the rest of his life with this man on a first date even if they have been friends for years) . what does trent even do with that. also if ted proposed to him he'd say yes

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Okayy tyy!! Take your time with this but can you do headcanons of cg!havik and also cg!Reiko from mk1 with an age regressor thats a werewolf please?? -🐯

These feel a bit more puppyspace than actual werewolf regressor, but I tried my best, hope you enjoy!! 😅

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Havik & Reiko w/ Werewolf Regressor Hc

🫀 They’d think your super cool!!

⚔️ Whether you can transform at your own will, or only during full moons, they think it’s pretty cool

🫀 Order vs Chaos, they’re dynamic can by either very … interesting at times

⚔️ Reiko would like to have a schedule for what happens when your little and in werewolf form … But Havik is highly against the idea (doesn’t mean that Reiko won’t try though)

🫀 Howling at the moon at midnight? Sounds awesome!! Havik’s in full support

⚔️ Reiko’s also in full support, it’s similar to a battle cry!! 💪

🫀 If you shed a lot, no worries!! Surprisingly, it’s Havik who cleans it up a lot (Reiko’s cool with a bit of dirt, fur, or, well, ‘war related’ things)

⚔️ Play fighting? Both these guys are one of the PERFECT to wrestle with!!

🫀 Also you have a personal chew toy!! His name is Havik :3

⚔️ If you do a full transformation (like full blown werewolf) you can easily act like a big dog who thinks they’re a tiny dog

🫀 Sitting on their laps and practically engulfing them is very funny, atleast to Havik

⚔️ ^ Reiko thinks it’s funny too, just not when he’s doing some late reports

🫀 If your cool with collars, I could see Reiko attempting to get a spiked one (very war like)

⚔️ If not, they’ll try to find a chew strong enough for your sharp teeth!! (If not, Havik’s arm works just as well)

🫀 But no biting or scratching at the furniture!! Your nails are long, and teeth are sharp! While Havik can handle bites, the armchair cannot (Reiko can also handle some bites, but Havik’s the best option)

⚔️ You know what werewolves have? Cool caves 😎 (forts)

🫀 It’s the only time Havik is willing to take orders, mostly so your cave will have support but also look exactly how you want

⚔️ … In the nicest way I can say this, I can totally see Reiko boasting about how he’s the ‘Alpha’ of the ‘pack’ :|

🫀 ^ No, I don’t wanna elaborate, but it’s something I can see him doing ����

⚔️ Slightly related though, Havik hates him doing that (Again, Havik doesn’t do titles, too controlling 🙄)

🫀 To end on a note that I don’t hate, they’d totally call you Puppy! Or Wolfy!!

⚔️ Will reciprocate growls/whines, which might turn into more play fighting

🫀 Will try not to fight dirty, on both ends … But one CG might have to put the other into timeout for ear pulling :(

⚔️ Don’t worry though, they’ll get you snacks to make up for it!! Maybe not chocolate, too scared that you’ll get sick or feel yucky, but other things! Like blueberries or scooby snacks!! (And candy, but Reiko’s fussy about it)

🫀 … Havik, however, is not, use this to your advantage >:3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[keaganz]

@corrodedcoffinfest for the off leach event.

Rating: Teen & up| Word count; 2,410| Relationship; Harringrove, end game Matelsandwich| CW; some swearing| pov: Eddie| Upside-Down, S4, Canon divergence, Billy and Robin are platonic soulmates, unreliable narrator because author has a migraine, Demo!Dog Chomp, Steve in the Upside-Down, fade to black implied sex, Eddie has a bisexuality crisis at the worst time, stancy mentioned

“ Don't step on the vines everything here is connected to each other and Vecna”

“We know Wheeler! This ain't our first time, for some of us it's not our trip into this hell hole”

“Yeah and last time you were here, you got Steve killed, Hargrove!”

“A fucking vine pulled him in to the tunnels just as they were closing up! I fucking tried to save him! My fucking fingers were bleeding from trying to dig him out! Oh yeah and where were you huh? Oh yeah off with Buyers, you didn't even have the decency to properly break up with him”

“Guys! Guys! Come on, can we not do this now? I don't know about you but I think Billy has gotten rabies from the bat bites. And I feel like we are being watched and this bickering really isn't helping. Let's just get to Nancy's house, because guns sound good to me about now”

Eddie still can't believe this is his life right now. He shouldn't have been really surprised, after seeing a possessed Neil Hargrove feeding people to a melted people monster just the summer before. He doesn't know what's more unbelievable actually, Hargrove and Buckley becoming surgically attached at the hip or indeed the melted people monster, a pack of rabid gremlins called the Mind Flayer.

He really only has himself to blame, it was his unhealthy curiosity and obsession with Harrington that led him here. His sudden disappearance, Hargrove's sudden cordial attitude towards Wheeler and Buyers and said pack of rabid gremlins that knew more about King Steve's disappearance. He learns about the Upside-Down, Demogorgans and superpowered children.

As he looks around, doing his best to ignore Billy's bare chest, he's not unpacking his apparent sexuality crisis right now, he's in awe that baby Bayers had spent nearly a fortnight here alone.

Hargrove and Wheeler are still arguing with Buckley standing in between them trying to defuse them. They are all aware that while they may be relatively safe for now huddled around Skull rock he knows it can't last and they really need to get going. Not to mention that Hargrove is missing some chunks out of his perfectly chiseled abs. And again this isn't the time or place for him to unpack that.

He shrugs off his battle vest and chucks it at Billy “For your modesty dude! And hopefully to cover up the scent of blood”

Billy catches it easily and leers at him, licking his lip in that annoyingly hot way he does. “Modesty you say? You getting distracted by my tits Munson?”

He does look away when Hargrove wiggles his pecs as he raises an eyebrow before putting on the vest with a slight grimace. That's gotta hurt like hell, being a chew toy for some interdimensional bats. He whips his head around, thinking he just saw something moving in his peripheral. “Guys, I think we need to get moving. Because I'd feel a lot safer with guns right about now”

As they start the relatively long walk towards the Wheeler house, he can't shake the feeling that they are being watched and possibly headed through the forest. He shares his suspicions with Hargrove, who agrees that it's strange that they reach their destination without further confrontation with the locals.

Once inside they learn that Hawkins in the Upside-Down is stuck in 1983 and how the two realities sometimes bleed into each other when Billy starts calling out to Red when he starts hearing her. Everything that follows happens fast. One minute Dustin is explaining about the gates and the next they are biking towards the trailer park.

He doesn't want to go back to his trailer. He doesn't want to see the evidence of Chrissy's death. He should have seen the red flag when she asked for the hard stuff. He should have picked up on that something freaky was happening when she kept zoning out. He choked as he hold back his sobs, nearly causing him to slip and fall from the too small bike.

He can still hear her bones cracking and each time he closes his eyes he relives those horrifying moments over and over again. Maybe in another life they could have been friends, maybe even lovers. Her physical beauty was only outshined by her sweet and kind personality. Jason really didn't deserve to be her boyfriend.

Their luck does hold as they get ambushed by two Demogorgans that just came out of nowhere when they enter the trailer park. He and Buckly go right as Wheeler and Hargrove go left. Their odds of successfully fighting off one Demogorgan between two people are higher than fighting off both at the same time.

He will deny it to his last breath but he screams out when suddenly three Demodogs skid on the road they are on and run at full speed towards him. He can hear Buckley also letting out a terrified scream and hears her skidding on the gravel and falling. He braces himself for the inevitable but the Demodog heading straight at him swerves to pass him.

He nearly falls as he gives the handlebars of his bike a wild tug to turn around. He jumps off the bike and rushes to Robin's side. He drops to his knees next to her and looks her quickly over, but hearing the dying screaming of the Demogorgan at the hands of the Demodogs roots them both to the ground in horror. They watch the terrifyingly gory scene unfolding before them.

The Demodogs click and chatter excitedly as they feast on the dead Demogorgans flesh.

“Tha..that's strange right? I mean… hive mind and everything?”

“Yeah, but ah ..I think we need to go, like right now. Before they remember us” As he helps her stand up one of the creatures turns its head to look straight at them. His eyes widen comically as he sees a bright pink bandana around its neck. The dog crooks its head to the side, before it's five petal maw opens up.

It's teeth are stained red and Eddie is will later swear, a he didn't shriek, b didn't pee himself a little and that c it still had chunks of Demogorgan stuck in its maw. The Demodog appears to be scenting the air before he trills loudly, petals snapping closed before taking off, the others fallow.

He turns to look at Buckley, his mouth opening and closing a few times. For the first time he's rendering speechless. It feels like an eternity as they stare at each other, neither knowing what to say. In reality it's only a few seconds before she breaks the heavy silence.

“Eddie ….. please tell me you saw it was wearing a pink bandana, aswell. Because if you didn't then digus gave me rabies. I don't want to have rabies!”

He nods “Yeah, yep, absolutely. I wish I could blame this on a bad trip, but I don't think my mind is that fucked up….”

A sudden loud scream starters them, they both say Nancy's name simultaneously as they start running in the direction the scream came from. He's seriously starting to think that the air is laced with some kind of airborne hallucigan because as they round a row of trailers they are met with the same pack of Demodogs that saved them. They skid to a halt next to Hargrove and Wheeler.

“ Why are they not attacking us? It makes no sense. They are part of the same hive mind”

“Wheeler, nothing in this hell dimension makes a lick of sense!”

He moves aside a bit to let Buckley brush past him to glue herself against Hargrove’s side and checks on his wounds. He can't help his eyes straying to check out his chest as she pushes his vest aside, and again he isn't going to unpack that. He's just worried about his customer and maybe kinda friend.

“Maybe we can sneak past them? I mean they weren't interested in me and Munson, just now. And his trailer can't be too far from here right? Dingus here needs a doctor”

He scans the area and nods “Yeah it's just two rows back. And I don't care why they are attacking each other, as long as they don't suddenly decide we are food”

They quietly but quickly start inching around the pack. A sharp loud whistle stops not only them in their tracks but also makes the Demodogs snap to attention as one.

The creature with the bandana around its neck crouches low, its rump starts vibrating with how fast it wiggles and it's front paws start tip tapping before it springs up and bounds over to a figures, a human shaped one, with an obvious limp, that walks from behind a trailer.

The creature trills and chirps as it dances around … Steve Harrington! He squeezes his eyes shut for a few seconds before opening them again, he has to make sure it's real so he also pinches himself and hisses at the sharp pain. Next to him he can hear Wheeler gasping in shock.

“STEVE!” “HARRINGTON”

Both Wheeler and Hargrove call out to him at the same time, making the not so dead teen lift his head and stops petting the creature and walks closer, the dog? Dog, following his lead.

Wheeler moves to step forward but it's Hargrove that moves first and walks towards Harrington but stops when the dogs petal maw twitches open.

“Chomp, it's OK girl, Billy is a friend”

“Chomp” Robin mouths the name as give him a look that conveys their collective confusion. It nearly makes him miss seeing Hargrove and Harrington hugging and …. His brain short circuits as all of his blood rushes to his dick, because Jesus H. Christ! Hargrove and Harrington are kissing like their life depends on it. He tries to discreetly shift and adjust himself, because this isn't the time or place.

Luckily Wheeler's sputtering shriek pulls everyone's attention to her. Eddie frowns, she had gotten with Byers really quickly after his disappearance and if Hargrove’s to be believed she cheated on him, so her outrange feel performative.

“Steve??..I..!”

“Can we please do this top side? I don't trust Henderson and Mayfield to not try and enter the gate” He's spent enough time here and he thinks that Harrington shares his sentiments.

“ Gate? You .. you guys have a way out?”

Harrington's face lights up in hope. It makes butterfly's flutter in his gut. Again he isn't going to unpack that, partly because he doesn't think Hargrove is big on sharing.

~~~~~~

The rest of the day and night pass in a blur. There is a teary reunion between Steve, Dustin, Max and Lukas. They compare notes, make plans, steal a winnebago, narrowly dodge a run in with a vigilante mob, preparing for a suicide mission, giving the most metal concert ever, nearly dying multiple time, their town being struck by multiple earthquakes causesing the ground to literally rip open, narrowly escaping the Upside-Down and Chief Hopper returning from the dead.

When he wakes up in the hospital with his uncle at his bed he breaks down crying, swearing that he didn't kill Chrissy or any of the other people. Wayne assures him he knows and that Hopper had his name cleared. He stays in the hospital for a week before he's released into his uncle's care.

Harrington offered up his abandoned house, well not so abandoned house, for him and his uncle to stay while they figure things out and the government checks to come. Living with Harrington, Steve is interesting. For one his pet Demodog Chomp that still scares him each time it wanders into any room he's in, his uncle takes it in stride as if Demodogs are just your run of the mill dog breed, second is how he's readjusting to normal things.

He quickly finds out that Steve is completely touch starved and will fund any and all opportunities to touch everyone. He constantly ruffles the kid's hair, touching people's arms and back when he's standing next to them or just in passing. He’s also lost count how many times he's walked in on him and Billy making out.

He still hasn't unpacked his apparent and blatantly obvious bisexuality. Seeing Steve's hairy tits for the first time, sends his head reeling. He quickly excuses himself when Billy catches him looking. After that he can't escape Billy's leering looks and thinly veiled sexual innuendos.

It comes to a head when the three of them are sitting outside sharing a blunt. They had spent the day entertaining the party around the pool with Hopper and Wayne standing at the grill, in a picture perfect rendition of the white picket suburban middle class fathers neither of them are. Mostly because of Chomp begging for food at their feet.

Now it's just the three of them enjoying the quiet and calm cool night. No one has said something in a while so he startels a little when Billy suddenly speaks up.

“So Munson, you an ass or titts man?”

The question nearly makes him choke on his beer. He's no blushing virgin but he doesn't exactly have girls lining up to jump in the sheets with him. All of his escapades were either quickies at gigs and the two times he actually got a girl into his bed. “Both, they both have a nice jiggle to them”

He misses Billy and Steve sharing a look before turning to take the blunt from Steve.

Billy licking his teeth puts him on edge a bit, It reminds him of a shark.

“Hmmm so who has the better titts and a better ass? Me or pretty boy here”

“Stev….I…I.. mean…” His eyes go wide as he sputters and fails, causing him to slip into the pool. He breaks the surface gasping for air and two pairs of arms encircling him.

~ ~

He wakes up the next morning, he scrunches up his face as he pushes hair that definitely isn't his out of his face. He takes stock of the two warm and very naked bodies pressed against his own very naked one. Then he feels what awoke him, fat drops of cold slimy liquid. His eyes snap open as he comes face to face with Chomp hanging over him with a food bowl.

“Steve…Steve! Please get your dog off the bed”

[tinywalkingheater]

I'm going to be so for real now guys I want to rail Gortash. I need him. I have an obsession with this 40 year old emo who looks like he just crawled out of a hot topic. I want to give him the most sheet-clenching, lip-biting, toe-curling prostate orgasm of all time. I think filthy thoughts about this man on a daily basis. He for real has me kicking my feet giggling in my bed like a teenage girl. Larian please give me him. I want to bite and chew on him like a dog with its favorite toy. Let me have Bhaalist ritual blood sex with him. I am on my knees begging for this man. I am feral.

Okay that's enough horny posting on main for today.

[quailxcrossing]

sensory asks -

17, 18 + 12 for Runo (!!!! dad hugs...)

6, 8 + 11 for Ruse

15 + 19 for Magic

1 + 3 for Esperanza

RUNO.... 17 - If this oc could safely pet any animal, which animal would they choose? he has to touch a possum someday he's gonna go crazy if he can't. that thing is a dog to him

18 - What would be this oc’s choice fabric to have a stuffed animal made of? Runo would like the furry fluffy animal! man he needs stuffed animal so bad...get what he didn't get as a baby...i know he's buying his kids so many plush

12 - What would it feel like to hug this oc? INCREDIBLE. this guy...so soft...you can feel his kindness radiating from his hug, he's not a very deep hugger and he just clings on, like he just wants the other person to know he's here and they can hug harder if they want, which then he will return! he smells awesome he smells like hair product (yuammy)

ruse questions. you care me pt 2

6 - What’s a song that would remind this oc of someone else? you put any music on with trumpets or strong brass and this girl is crying. she's 6 years old again and she's crying (these are very common instruments in her hometown's musical palette)

8 - Are there any foods this oc straight up refuses to eat? she usually avoids really sweet foods like extremely sweet....cake, ice cream, cookies...she likes some, but she can't eat too much or else she gets overwhelmed. me ALSO. btw.

11 - Does this oc prefer warm or cold drinks? cold!!! for sure!!!! warm drinks are okayyy but she usually...waits until they cool down...so. she greatly prefers cold drinks .

magic..magiccc.... 15 - What’s this oc’s preferred object to fidget with? Magic tries to keep something distracting on hand, like a classic fidget toy or something, because she knows if she doesn't....she bites. she chews the inside of her mouth, and she mindlessly gnaws on her hands- not digging her teeth in, but still! she triesss to keep her body distracted if she can feel that urge to fidget rise

19 - How many senses does this oc have when they dream? all!!! Magic is extremely vivid, a lucid dreamer as well, she lucid-dreams with an awareness that she is dreaming, but she's still gotta tap her own shoulder in the living world sometimes to see if she's asleep or not !

ESPERANZA...oh man very cool unique questions for her!! 1 - What’s a scent that immediately brings this oc back to a specific memory? this answer is gonna sound edgy as hell, but please bear with me. the smell of blood/sourness of iron, which she does smell very often, brings her back to a very certain moment. this is not a nice answer, but its the true answer! what happened in those minutes is the MOMENT that Esperanza went from limited senses (literally- she could not feel, touch, smell, or taste for a long time) to suddenly feeling EVERYTHING. the smell of iron was so strong, its burned itself in her brain. Esperanza's experience is very deeply rooted in sensory experiences because of her lack of them for so long!

3 - Is there any smell that this oc is ‘noseblind’ to / unable to perceive? no! honestly, i think no, because of what I said above- she used to be unable to perceive nothing, but now she perceieves everything...everything and everything and then some more...

[slut4corbin]

Best Christmas Present

Note : *Since it's almost Christmas, I decided to make a Christmas themed fanfiction, so yeah, I hope you guys like it!*

Summary : Baron Corbin and the reader are celebrating Christmas but what is the readers best Christmas present that she gives him

Warning (s) : Smut and slight profanity

Your name (Y/N)

Word count : 803

Tag list : @adriennegabriella @dulcesitapr @sassymox @ava-valerie @wwelovergirl @romanthereigns @mysticvampyre @nerdypanda20

I ran into the bedroom and jumped on top of my boyfriend of three years, Baron Corbin, who was still sound asleep. "Babe, wake up, It's Christmas!" I yelled. Barons eyes fluttered open before he rubbed them. "What?" Baron asked, still half asleep. "It's Christmas." I replied, smiling before kissing his cheek. After a few minutes of me laying on top of him, I finally got up and walked to the door while Baron followed behind me. We walked down the stairs and towards the living room where our beautiful Christmas tree was.

Our big great dane Xander was on the couch chewing on his bone. "Babe, can you go get Xander's presents from under the tree?" Baron asked. "Sure!" I replied before walking over to the tree and grabbing the presents. As soon as I grabbed the presents, I walked back over to Baron, who was now on the couch with Xander. "Hey, Y/N, do you want to open those for him or have me do it?" He asked. I smiled before replying with, "I wanna do it, babe." And with that, I began to open Xander's presents. A few minutes later, after opening all of his presents, he had a whole pile of new toys and bones. "You like your presents, Xander?" I asked, looking at him in the eyes. Xander barked and licked my face before getting off the couch and grabbing one of his toys, and walking over to his dog bed. Me and Baron both laughed before sitting in front of the Christmas tree. "Open yours first." Baron said, kissing my cheek. "Ok." I replied, smiling, grabbing a present from the stack, I carefully opened it, and once I got it open, my jaw dropped. "You got me a new jewelry box, babe!" I shouted excitedly.

Baron laughed before replying with "Yep, I knew you were wanting one, so I bought you one." I looked over at him and kissed him. I eventually pulled back from the kiss. "Thank you, babe." I said, grabbing another present. "Of course, Y/N," He replied, placing his hand on my thigh. After I opened all my presents, Baron started in on his. After he opened his presents, he looked over at me and kissed me hard. "Thank you so much. I love these presents, especially this ring with mine and yours names on it with the date that we got together." Baron said excitedly. I laughed before standing up. "Where you going he asked, quite confused. I turned around and faced him before saying, "You have one more present." I said, smirking. "Oooh, what is it?" He asked curiously. I moved him toward the couch and pushed him back onto it. I quickly took my pants and my shirt off and got on Baron's leg. I slowly started grinding on him, causing him to moan. "I'm gonna ride you, Daddy." I said, leaning in and kissing him and causing him to moan again.

I eventually pulled away from the kiss and grabbed at his shirt. He quickly got the hint and took off his shirt. "Let me take off your pants," I said, smirking once again. "Fuck yes!" He replied causing me to get up and get on my knees. He raised his hips up off the couch, letting me know that he was ready, so I grabbed the waistband of his pants and slowly slid them down his thighs. "Get on top of me Y/N" Baron said, and with that, I hovered over him and slowly slid down on his dick. I bite my lip trying to hold back a moan. Once I adjusted to his size, I slowly started bouncing up and down on him, causing me and him to both moan uncontrollably.

"Fuck Baron that feels so good" I said through the moans causing him to smirk then all of a sudden he lifted his hips making him pump into me hard and fast. All of this caused me to throw my head back and grab onto his shoulders as he fucked me harder than he has ever fucked me before. "I'm gonna cum!" I screamed. "Do it, Babe," Baron replied, and as soon as he said that, I reached my climax and collapsed on top of him. "H- Holy fuck that was amazing." I said through shaky breaths, looking up at him. Baron leaned in and placed a kiss on my forehead. "That was the best Christmas present ever!" He said against my forehead, and with that, he wrapped his arms around me and cuddled with me until it was time to get up and make dinner.

[plushiepalsworld]

What do your puppy ears look like? Inquiring dog catchers want to know

This is them! I wanna get other ones!!

Also! A dog catcher! I don't like the dog catcher >:( stay away I BITE

You guys wanna see my chew toys next? (Please say yes 🥺🧸)

[mattsdae]

I didn’t know how much I needed “loup-garou” in my life so I thank you for that! -But now I need more of it…

i’m also need more werewolf!matt work in my life so here’s some headcanons i like

sfw

- first of all, it doesn’t really affect his daily life (unless it’s around the full moon)

- he has some little habits that he gets from his breed, but nothing too noticable

- like he loves running/jogging and even though he says it’s to stay in shape, you know it’s because it gets his hunting needs out of his system

- he also has a really bad staring problem because of his need to stalk. once again, nothing too crazy, but he still loves to watch you do random things

- after transforming, you kinda let him do what he needs. sometimes he gnaws on furniture legs, sometimes he stalks and hunts you, but usually he just howls and rolls around in the mud

- which he kinda hates bc when he comes out of it, he feels super gross. you’ve tried to give him a bath before he went back to normal but he bit you pretty hard so you just let him be

- the worst is when he starts trying to mark his territory so you have to get onto him for it (he looks at you with scared little puppy dog eyes bc you never yell at him)

- loves a good cuddle. big spoon, little spoon, doesn’t matter much to him, he just loves being close to you.

- generally a sweet little guy that just happens to turn into a feral beast that destroys your house once a month

- loves having his hair played with. actually, pets in general are good for him. he just loves when you ruffle his hair or scratches his back.

- oral fixation to the max. always has something in his mouth and usually sleeps with a chew toy bc if he doesn’t, he grinds his teeth really bad

nsfw

- speaking of oral fixation, loves having you in his mouth. fingers, pussy, ass, doesn’t matter. as long as something from your body is in his mouth, he’s happy

- he’s a switch with no real preference

- like he loves pinning you and marking you up, but he also likes taking orders and doing whatever you want him to do

- very obedient when he is sub, very eagar to please

- has a real bad breeding kink, especially close to his transformation. cumming inside is a requirement and he does get genuinely frustrated when he can’t.

- has a habit of growling during sex. just gritting his teeth and snarling while fucking you or while getting fucked

- biting.. always has his teeth sunk into you. shoulder, neck, thighs, anywhere he has access to will be bitten

- has the sweetest little puppy dog eyes while sub. looks like a dog begging for scraps and will whine like one too.

- very drooly. just a slobbering mess without trying. would have literal drops of spit leaking from him while panting above you and practically begging for some type of praise

- oh yeah, he’s also loves praise no matter what. telling him ‘good boy’ would leave him trembling no matter the context

ok that’s all i can think of add more if you want bc i love this shit