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#Sheepie Writes
zhongrin · 1 year
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INCUBUS ZHONGLI who's lacking energy and needed to feed caught your sweet scent when passing your apartment window which was open and sleeping peacefully was you. You were so helpless so easy to take advantage of so deliciously innocent to corrupt it's making him drool but he wants to take his time with you slowly make you fall for him and him alone. Over the course of 4 months he's been in your dreams giving you sensations you never felt before the overwhelming pleasure he gives you.
Dream after dream you always see him this mysterious man with brown hair golden eyes it was like he was sculpted by the gods like they were telling you he was your soulmate but you were so so wrong about him entirely, he is nothing but a demon a sex demon who will TAKE whatever he wants weither they come willing or by force.
It has been a year now that Zhongli has entangle you in his web and just like he wanted you know nothing but him only him and it was about time he showed you what he truly is and claim you as his mate where you can never think of escaping him.
~~Later that night~~
You were fast asleep naked in your bed (the day was hot and so was the night) when Zhongli entered your room in his true form golden horns that curve along his head, arms black with veins of gold running up along them, a long serpentine tail with ridges lining all the way to the tip with tuffs of fur and eyes that's like molten gold glowing ever so brightly in the dark room
"Ah my dear jewel the time to claim you is now, you will be mine wholly for all eternity"
"Now then let's give you a little dream to loosen and wake you while I devour you"
~~In your dream~~
The sounds of high pitched moans and whines spill from your lips breathlessly begging the man between your thighs for more or to stop probably the former, he was devouring you like it was his last meal he'll ever get after cumming for the nth time face and chest covered in your slick, his tongue long and forked reached place you never knew that made you feel this good
"My dear don't tell me you're tired already and we haven't even begun this is just me preparing you for what's about to come"
After finishing his sentence his form started to change into that of a beast (a sexy beast at that🤤) that towers over you like a predator would to a prey with nowhere to escape
"It's time for you to wake up my darling"
~~End of dream~~
And when you come too the sight that greeted you was the man who you called Zhongli is eating you out like it was his last meal in a long time (which was true) but he was different his appearance changed into the beast from your dreams, it until you felt him suck harsh against your clit did you snap out of it letting out a whorish moan chuckling against you he said
"Finally you're awake darling I've been enjoying my meal for the past 15 minutes now let's continue where we left off in that dream of yours"
Did I mentioned that he is fucking HUGE both in size and girth with ridges on the underside of his cock no well now you know so that strench is going to leave you gaping that's for sure.
"I'm going mark and breed you until you're nothing but my little personal cumdump that'll take all of my cum whenever I want"
And with that he slowly push his cock in making sure you feel the ridges of his cock inch by inch until he's balls deep, letting out a cry and a few tears at the burning sensation of his cock strenching your cunt
"I-It hurts please it hurts"
"Shush it's okay my darling the pain the pass soon shush I'm going to take good care of you"
Whispering sweet nothings to you in hopes of helping you relax and adjust to the strench of his cock in that tight cunt of yours after a minute or two you tell him it's ok to move
"A warning to you my dear once I start I won't stop until I'm satisfied that I've fuck you senseless even if you pass out I won't stop is that understood"
"Yes I understand"
"Good then I shall not hold back"
You had lost count of how many times you've cummed that night probably around your 10th orgasm and yet Zhongli has cummed a total of 3 times and as pre his warning he did not stop even when you passed out from being overstimulated with orgasm after orgasm right after the other, Zhongli on the other hand had his fill of your energy but it wasn't enough he couldn't get enough of it he's addicted to it to you and he will never let you go after all he did claim you before you even knew of him by placing a special tattoo right on your womb after all you are his and his only😈
Oh one more thing incubus semen is more potent than human semen but let's keep this as a little secret 🤫
Did a little drawings of that very special womb tattoo couldn't decide which I like more both are the same but one has an extra detail to it
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cw. total filth utc - you have been warned
oh to be incubus!zhongli's little darling whom he uses as he pleases as his personal fucktoy. oh to be utterly overwhelmed by his serpentine tongue, his ridged cock, his entire being. oh to be his little cumdump who gets filled up every single night, to be the vessel that carries his demihuman offspring... hskdjskjdlsjddl *grabby hands* gihb meeeeeeeeeeeeee
that second pic with childe... oooooghdjshfjsk what if. what if demon!childe caught on to what his friend has been doing? and he's so curious... what does this puny human look like, how captivating are you to make the normally so stoic and composed incubus so addicted? so he visits you one night and sneakily peeks from your window, and he sees you. such an obedient thing folded in half as you're being made to take a cock that's too big for your human pussy. babbling incoherently, eyes unfocused, singing so beautifully in such a sweet voice.
and oh, the way you beg when the demon teases you. the way you arch your back and pant like a bitch in heat as the dark fingers of his friend tweaks your pebbled nipples and pinches your raw clit. the way you apologize when you cum without permission and the delicious-looking tears cascading down your cheeks as you're made to lay across your bonded mate's lap, made to take the harsh slaps to your ass, made to choke around the ridged cock slathered with the mix of precum and your own releases from the previous rounds...
childe thinks he too, is captivated by you.
so who can blame him when he knocks on your window the next night, a sultry grin on his lips as he presents himself for you, offering you double the pleasure and some demonic magic that could spice up your night with your favorite incubus?
he's fine with third wheeling for now... eventually, you'll realize that he can give you more than what his friend can offer.
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sheepie-self-ships · 22 days
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It is fascinating to me how I’ll see other shippers gushing and go omg!!!! Yes that’s your f/o!!! Omg!!! This is so great I love hearing about your selfship but then if I try to gush it’s like ‘this is so embarrassing no one wants to hear about this random man’ 💀
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thefandomcassandra · 1 month
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"Stop! Halt! Cease!" Even as he cried out, the prosecution and judge remained eerily silent, as if they were waiting to see where this all went.
Phoenix gave the man on the witness stand a dry, cutting smile and began to speak, prompting Maya to continue to echo him.
"Those names and more are all on record in the Fey & Co. Law Office. There's also clearly recorded links between scandals, sudden loss in funds, suicides, and Bluecorp's sudden influence in their lives."
"How—?!"
"You might have taken and destroyed the evidence in the Thinker—the ones with your name directly on them—but you didn't get everything. Mia had been building this case for years. She had more evidence than you could have expected."
He looked like an insect pinned to a board. "Please—!"
"I won't release these names to the press because I don't have to. The court stenographer has already noted them down. The public gallery has heard me speak them out loud. Everyone saw you fold like a bad hand of poker. You can't hide that from anyone now."
"I'll do anything—how much?!"
"For what?" Maya asked, the first thing she said herself since Phoenix began listing the names he'd memorized.
"Defend me. You're clever, you've proven it today. Defend me in court when—"
She cut him off. "And you'll give me anything I want?"
"Anything!" The world seemed to narrow in, focusing on her and him and no one else in the world. No Prosecutor Edgeworth, no judge, no Phoenix, no gallery. Just Maya Fey and Redd White.
Just Maya Fey and her justice.
"I want my sister back, you son of a bitch."
hallowed be thy unknown Ch. 3
I like this scene a lot so I drew it as a series of panels comic. Sorry my handwriting is a little bad. Redd White is surprisingly fun to draw. Didn't expect to like it.
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sheep-on-leash · 8 months
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CLAIMED BY THE FOREST
A short story about getting ravaged by a shapeshifting cryptid. Male reader intended, though you can obviously substitute pronouns for your own.
. . .
It had sounded like the perfect getaway when your friend brought up the idea of spending a few days at his father's cabin deep in the woods. Admittedly, the place was a bit more barebones than he had described, but it was perfect- no supervision, no rules, and whatever shitty snacks you wanted for the next few days. You were happy to fight off insects with indescribable resilience if it meant being stuck with the boys for days on end.
That first night, you pushed all the beds together and sleeped side-to-side like a pack of sardines. It felt just like old times- giggling to each other about benign internet culture in the pitch blackness, just like the sleepovers you used to hold when you were young. You slowly let your eyelids shut and your mind wander as the bed grow cozier and your body grew heavier, until the voices of your friends became nothing but a fuzzy memory...
And then, something in the atmosphere changed.
It felt cold when your eyes opened again. An unnatural cold, chilling your spine but not your skin. Something was clearly wrong, but your groggy mind couldn't articulate it. Your eyes fumbled with the blurry shadows surrounding you until it finally hit you- your fucking friends were gone, the bed deserted except for you. You called out their names, and it fell on an empty cabin. They would've woke you up if they were leaving for something important, right? What on earth had happened for them to get up in such a rush yet so quietly that they'd abandon you here?
Someone emerged from a pool of darkness too thick for your sight penetrate. You uttered what you thought was their name, but it garnered no response. It leaned against the foot of the bed, drawing a long creak out of the steel frame. Your voice quivered as you called out a different name, battling to parse the shape in front of you as yet again the silence grew deafening.
Your eyes swore they made out rippling muscles, unkempt fur, long claws.. Yet other traits kept shifting. Was that the head of a boar? A wolf? Was it a bear that held that maw of razor teeth that somehow glistened in the absence of light? Was that a massive, sagging rack or a set of bulging pecks? A powerful, knotted cock twitching between its legs or a pussy dripping with a powerful heat? A tail that lashed behind it or a trick of the light?
You.. You were frozen. Your heart pounding, your mouth agape, your voice caught in your throat when you know you should be crying out for help. Your hands slowly patted the bed around you for your phone, for a light, for anything, but the sheets were still empty save for you.
"Run." The voice lacked a gender, lacked humanity, a deep and rumbling growl that shook your entire body. You knew you should run, but your legs failed to pick up your weight, your center of gravity refused to throw itself forward.. It was like a nightmare, yet far too realistic to be fake.
"Go on. Run." You watched it shift to the corner of the bed, a shining claw pointing towards the door. Some subconscious force finally snapped and decided that now was your chance to flee, and you launched off your mattress like a beast possessed, hopping over and toppling furniture in a dead sprint for the door. You had to get to the car- no, your friend would have the key. You just had to run. You just had to run. You just had to-
Powerful claws wrapped around your middriff, razor sharp yet careful not to puncture flesh. The shock stole the wind from your lungs. You hadn't even heard the figure move, yet it was upon you again in an instant.
"That's what I thought." Its grip tightened for a moment, then your entire body was sent sailing through the air, crashing back into the bed with force that would've ensured any breath was gone from your lungs had the grasp not finished the job. You started to stand up again, anything to fight against this monster, but those same talons pinned you back to the mattress. You fought with what little energy you had to break free, but its hold on you was unbreakable. Its white pinprick eyes bore a hole through your head, seeming impossibly warm despite the chills that rattled through your bones.
"Still." Again, its voice poured through your entire body. This time, it was almost.. Soothing? No. No. You had to keep fighting for even the slightest chance at-
"Calm." The word wrapped an icy hand around your heart, and you felt its desperate pounding slow in a matter of seconds. Your mind still knew there was danger, yet you felt the adrenaline leaving your system, leaving you weaker and weaker.
"Breathe." As soon as you heard the word, your chest filled with air without your consent. The air again held traces of ice, numbing the last traces of fear your mind could muster. There was no point struggling. This was more than just some beast, this was something greater, something more powerful than you not just in body, but in mind, in spirit..
It hunched over, its back bending until those wretched fangs hung directly over your face. Perhaps it was your mind playing tricks on you yet again, but you swore you saw those lips curl into a gnarled smile as a string of saliva made contact with your cheek.
"Good boy." A tongue. A warm, tender, impossibly slick tongue draped itself over your face, tasting not just your lips but just about every area around it. It forced its way- no. No, you let it push into your mouth to wrap around you own drooling muscle. You tasted wood, you tasted the river, you tasted the scent of something that lived and breathed nature, and it exhilirated you. That praise, this touch.. It was like a nectar, an ambrosia. You.. What was happening? You couldn't possibly be..
That ribbon of flesh snaked its way out from your now gaping, panting jaw. The beast relinquished its hold on your arms, letting them fall to its sides. You had a chance to wriggle out now as it studied you, seeming fascinated, but you found your body refused to break free from the bed. You reached your hands out towards the monster, and felt them embrace the burning heat of another living thing, a layer of tangled fur that was somehow more inviting than anything you've felt before, soft and malleable flesh.. A pair of massive tits unlike anything you'd seen on a human. The beast chuckled as your hands squeezed, sending another wave of pleasure through your nerves. Your heart was beating faster again, but this wasn't fear. This was something carnal, something just as primal, but-
"Good boy. Good, good boy." Oh my fucking god, you're really turned on by this thing. This demonic, nightmarish thing could rip you in half with a single flick of one of its talons, and yet you were aroused, impossibly aroused.
The figure shifted itself around atop you so its hindquarters hung above your face. Your wandering hands once again gripped a layer of deep skin, this time obviously hiding unstoppable muscles beneath. You were eye to eye with bare, meaty, drooling folds, a plump and musky breeding sack, and a foreboding canid cock, throbbing with hot blood and dripping with desire.. Everything your salivating tongue could ever wish to feast upon. Your hands pulled your bounty towards you until you had no choice but to draw your tongue deep into the beast's soaking wet pussy. You felt a long, deep bellow tremble the entire cabin as you took your first tastes, then your new partner followed suit- that same slick tongue coiled itself around your length again and again, never sitting still, always coiling back and forth, stroking your length up and down in a way that sent your primal brain to mush. The raw, unmatched pleasure left you with no choice but to keep eating, to devour the monster's insides with as much fervor as you could between greedy gasps for air...
The more you slurped, the louder and more frequent the entity's groans of ecstacy became, until the hovel you took refuge in was constantly vibrating from the sheer power of its vocal cords. Its legs began to spasm, before all at once, it brought what felt like its entire weight down on your head. It roared as its interior clenched around your tongue, breaking its contact with your shaft as it revelled in the unimaginable orgasm you had somehow managed to provide it with. It cycled through countless sounds, chuffing, snarling, growling and howling in what seemed like unimaginable release.
In all honesty, you may have passed out, a lack of oxygen short-circuiting your brain. You didn't remember seeing the beast move, but all of a sudden it sat over you again, positioning itself over your still hard dick. It slammed down without warning, and the instant rush of impossible pleasure threw your head back and stole a ravenous groan from your throat. Then again, and again, and again.. It rode you with the force of a beast possessed, somehow growing stronger in its blinding, heavenly stimulation each time. You turned your gaze as far down as it would go with your head stuck limp against the pillow, and saw the monster gripping one of its bouncing breasts with one paw and pumping its leaking cock with the other, head thrown back and snaking tongue lolling out in what had to be a mirror of exactly how you felt.
The pressure built infinitely, a delicious fire at the very center of your dick that felt far beyond the threshold of bursting yet withheld its orgasm. All at once, you felt your hands animate on their own and grip hard against the beast's impossibly plush thighs and thrust yourself upward as far as you could go. Each throb was blinding, felt through your entire body; you could sense every last drop of your load as it rocketed out, as you unloaded deep into the monster's drooling interior. It came alongside you, gripping the knot of its cock with all its might and pelting your entire body in thick, hot ropes of inhuman seed. You both gasped for air, voices ragged and unrestricted in volume, both spent at last..
You don't register it leaving. You don't register whatever final words it leaves you with. You fade into slumber enveloped in warmth, body melting into the mattress as the sound of crickets and frogs and other denizens of the night grow deafening in your ears..
.. You're clean when you awake. No seed, no sweat, no dirt, no tears.. Your friends have returned, awake and laughing with one another as the sunrise's golden rays peer through the cabin's windows. They claim they never left, that they slept like rocks the entire night, waving off the question as some botched joke. Everything is as it was, back to normal it seems.
You're going to the lake today, so they tell you to grab your necessities and leave for the car. When you reach into your bag, however, you find something alien has snuck its way inside. A circle of tangled roots, decorated by verdant moss and leaves, a stone arrowhead handing from one end with a strange symbol carved into the front.. A.. A collar. It would fit perfectly past your head and down onto your neck. Just holding it, you feel a faint growl in your ear, feel the chill on your skin, that ice calming yet igniting your heart..
You stash it deep, where your friends wouldn't pull it out by accident. Now's not the time for it. The entire day, you feel odd, as if something in you has changed, something awoken, something unlocked..
As if the forest has taken you as its own.
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starlyht · 4 months
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somehow adding a ranger pried me from the time honored sheepy tradition of 'time to neglect everyone who isn't a spellcaster'
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 2 years
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someone give me a good thrashing to finish this fic
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starlyhta · 2 years
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what if you like this post & i try to write you a starter .. haha jk  .. unless ?* *only if you specify a character
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mxrainbowsheep · 1 year
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lmaoooo “ you should never leave dumb fucking tags on strangers post” This is tumblr mate, would you have rather I left a dumb fucking reblog with my opinion instead? Also, consider, this is the fucking internet. Everyone’s a goddamn stranger. Further, I do know what consent is, because A.) I’ve had it violated and B.) I have had gay sex. Because I am gay. so smooth move, ex-lax.
To be honest a better insult would have been to call me a “wretched immature child” which wouldn’t be too far off (except for the fact I am an adult) because then at least you could have made a point to say that my take was childish, or that I am inexperienced. But please, tell me that my first hand experience of how consent in (gay) sex works is wrong as well as my second hand knowledge of how consent in kink/bdsm works is also wrong (no seriously please do it’s a fascinating topic, I did a little bit of reading on some of the other consent systems).
Otherwise, please have fun at pride sucking on dick, clit, and tit shaped lollipops.
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nervousimposter · 10 months
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Eddie started finding notes in his locker his sophomore year. The first couple of them, he just tossed without reading. He didn’t need to read what those asshole bullies wanted to say about him. But curiosity won out after two weeks of constant notes and he finally opened one. It was the single most impactful thing he’d ever read. 
I think you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. 
He kept that note. And every other note he got from that point on. If anyone were to ask Eddie what he regretted most in his life, it would be those two weeks of notes he tossed without reading. Ten slips of paper with unknown writing that he wishes he could get back. Add them to his ‘mystery boys notes’ box. And he was a mystery, the note writer. Anonymous. Unknown. Impossible to catch. 
Eddie held out for a month. A whole month before he decided to stage a stake out. He watched his locker like a hawk. In between classes, during classes, lunch, after school and even one absolutely horrible day where he came in an hour before school started. But the mystery boy had to be invisible. He never saw anyone approach his locker but his daily note was always there. And Eddie; poor, unfortunate, infatuated Eddie dealt with mystery boys’ notes from ‘82 to ‘85. Four agonizing years of the most heart-warming, loving notes. 
I wish I was as brave as you.
Did you change your shampoo? Your hair looked so soft today.
God, your eyes have to be the biggest fucking eyes I’ve ever seen. So pretty.
I like how long your hair is getting. 
Saw you walking down the hall today and I’ve never wanted to kiss someone more. 
They started cute. Compliments here and there, even a doodle every once in a while. Hearts and smiley faces. But as the months and years went by, the mystery boy got deeper. Confessions and secrets. 
I think if I had a different dad, we would’ve been best friends.
Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never talked to?
I dream about us. 
I’m a boy. I’m sorry.
I want to hold your hand. Those rings are something else. 
I saw you trying to catch me. Adorable.
I wish I could take you on a date. Not give a shit what my dad would say or what people would think. 
I wish I could be brave enough to talk to you. 
You’re still the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.
I’m graduating this year. I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you. I think I’m going to try to figure out a way to keep dropping these off next year. I don’t want you to forget about me.
The notes didn’t continue when the school year started. Eddie was embarrassed to admit he cried that first night. He wasn’t sure how the mystery boy was going to be able to get the notes to him but he fully believed it was going to happen. He went five weeks with no daily note in his locker. And then, it showed up on a Monday. He almost missed it, the tiny slip of paper. 
Sorry this took so long. Had to figure out how I was going to sneak these in here. I don’t think I’ll be able to call you pretty every day of the week this time around but I’m going to try my best! 
And mystery boy was right. The notes were always there on Monday. Just Monday. But Eddie didn’t complain. One note a week after five weeks of nothing almost had his heart bursting from his chest. It also narrowed down his search. Sort of. Mystery boy was either coming in on those Mondays to drop off the note, sneaking in on the weekends when the school was empty OR after school on Fridays. And look, he’s failed to graduate high school two times in a row now but he wasn’t stupid. Did it take him three months after the notes to start again for him to realize who it was? Yes but to be fair, for two of those months it was Eddie wallowing in denial. 
Five weeks into school was when he restarted Hellfire. Three weeks before that was when he brought in those new little freshman sheepies. The same freshman sheepies that got picked up by Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who graduated last year. Steve Harrington who he catches staring at him from his beemer in the parking lot every Friday night before he takes the kiddies home. Steve who he categorizes as someone who is so far out of his league that it just couldn’t be him. But it’s been three months and there isn’t any other former Hawkins high student running around in or near the school. And now that Eddie’s almost certain Steve has been mystery boy these past few years, he can’t wait. He’s been in love with a figure made out of slips of paper for four years and his nonexistent patience has truly run thin.  
He calls for a break 15 minutes before they normally end their sessions. Tells the boys he needs to run to the bathroom and almost sprints out the door. His locker sits in the hallway just around the corner of the drama room. The door closing shut echos through the empty hallways, alongside the squeaks coming from his shoes as he hustles towards his locker. He freezes as soon as he turns the corner. 
Steve probably only had 30 seconds after hearing the door open and shut to process what he was going to do. He could’ve run or hid, maybe pretend like he just needed the bathroom while he waited. But Eddie watched him pause as they made eye contact instead. Watched as Steve looked him up and down. Watched him relax and lean back against the lockers behind him with a lazy smirk. His arm slowly moved up and Eddie could see a slip of paper held between his fingers. Steve didn’t break eye contact with him at all as he proceeded to shove the paper between the vents of his locker. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Staring. Broken when Steve pushed himself off the wall and walked towards him. He didn’t stop. Side stepped around Eddie before they could collide. A faint brush of his fingers along the back of his hand as he walked past him. And Eddie just watched him pass. Just like he watched him slip that note in his locker, he watched Steve walk back down the hall and out the front doors.
He waited only five seconds after the doors closed behind Steve before he jogged over to his locker. Grabbed the note and shoved it into his pocket before running back over to the drama room. Told the guys that they stopped at a decent spot and would meet again next Friday. Walked with them to the parking lot to head home. To catch a glimpse of Steve. And there he was, sitting in his beemer, staring again. This time though, Eddie smiled at him. He smiled at him and pulled the note out of his pocket. Opened it right there in the parking lot while he stared back at Steve. It only took him a few seconds to glance down to read. And as soon as he did, he threw his head back and laughed. Cackled really. He looked back at the beemer and saw Steve with the widest grin. Watched him lift his fingers off the steering wheel and wiggle them at him before he started pulling out of the lot. He looked back down at the note in his hand and chuckled again. Who knew Steve Harrington knew DnD well enough to draw a perfect rendition of an eight sided dice?
Wanna go on a d8? - Steve Harrington xxx-xxx-xxxx
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zhongrin · 1 year
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Merry Christmas Rin and here is my present to you
Santa Zhongli have a lot of presents for you if you feed him a cookie and drink his all of his creamy milk
Or
Perhaps you might like him coming home to you all tied up in ribbons and a pretty bow, the look on his face when he saw you made him speechless and highly aroused that it's evident by the bulge in his pants
"Welcome home darling would you like to open your present now or later"
after snapping out of the little daze he was in chuckled
"My it seems like I've been very good this year to deserve such a delicious present to ravage and fucked senseless to my heart's desire"
he's now towering over you staring with lust filled eyes that seems to be glowing almost like a predator hunting it's prey it sent a pleasurable chill down your spine
"Now then how should I open my present should start slow by peeling it off one by one kissing lower and lower or should I rip everything off and take you in the most intense feral rough fucking that will leave you dumb, drooling and begging to be used as my cum dump isn't that right pet but first I'm going to leave you tied up and eat you out until I have you squirting on my face before I have my way with you"
Well let's just say we had a very and I mean VERY long night and day(s) enjoying his present.
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𝐬𝐫𝐜. — [NaVir_log] ✼ [hooang18]
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milk and cookies
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◇ characters ◇ zhongli
◇ tags ◇ dragon!zhongli (you're at zhongrin at tumblr dot com, you shouldn't be surprised), afab!reader, sub!reader, fingering, (one) slap to your thigh, reader implied to have a voice kink, power imbalance, overstimulation, petnames (darling, dear, dearest, sweetheart, my love, beloved, pet, mate)
◇ a/n ◇ *head in hands* this was supposed to be a small blurb. a small blurb. how did it get to this point????
.... anyway.
MERRY HORNYMAS (this should've been the actual title actually) MY FELLOW DEGENERATES!! MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS BE FULL OF HORNY THOTS AND MAY YOU GET TO CUM AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT!!!! hsjdjskdj dirty talk with zhongli… *flashback to azeru’s latest rex lapis asmr* AHEM. while this isn’t as filthy as that, i think this suits zhongli better… altho morax still came out to play just a bit bc i’m a whore for him
𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
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“did you know that apparently, the tradition around this time of the year in the other nations is that you leave cookies and milk for the old man dressed in a strange outfit so he can give you a present in return?”
you’re not sure how that one innocent, nonchalant statement landed you in this position, but you honestly don’t really want to complain. not when your beloved is staring at you from between your legs - with those glowing eyes that shine brighter than freshly minted mora coins and that sinful draconic tongue of his eagerly lapping the mess you made after your… third? fourth? let’s just say fourth time seeing all white.
“want you in me, please, please-”
you’re reduced to tears and begging, just the way he likes it; an evident fact by the snarky lilt of his lips. the sharp talons dig into the flesh of your thighs, reminding you of the bestial ancestry of your lover. you know he would never draw blood from you without your consent, but the thrill, the danger, the knowledge that he is far more powerful than you - a puny mortal human with no adeptal powers whatsoever - rips a shameless moan from your lips and makes your cunt clench around nothingness.
archons, you just want him to fill you up already.
“patience, my dear,” he chuckles, and you realize in embarrassment that you’ve said your thoughts out loud, “you know how i like to take you. slow and sensual, before bringing you over the edge again and again… much like a well-written contract, i must make sure to prepare and highlight all the very delicate points clearly before delving to the main girth of the agreement.”
you would have rolled your eyes at his words if you weren’t craving and drooling for his cock. leave it to your lover to liken having such intimate moments to writing a contract.
the beautiful man presses a sweet kiss to your throbbing clit and moves to nibble your inner thighs, human fingers with neatly trimmed nails of his right hand replacing the soft skin of his lips, rubbing circles and pressing against the right spots. the sensual massage elicits a series of whines out of you, yet zhongli stays true to his words, taking his time to build your pleasure from the start all over again, greedily drinking your noises of pleasure and countless pleas for something more.
your gentle dragon coos lovingly and you inwardly thank rex lapis (the irony flies past your pleasure-soughting brain) for the finger that sinks into your velvety walls. it’s not enough, but it’s a start. it’s something, at least.
“look at you, clenching so tightly around one finger. darling, how will you ever make me fit inside you? maybe we should stop. i really don’t want to hurt my precious beloved.”
breath hitching, you grab onto his wrist before he can retreat completely, teary eyes staring right at his mischief-laden smile, “i can! i can take it! please, please don't pull out- don't stop-”
“oh? are you sure?”
you nod fervently, knowing that you’re willingly walking into a trap. but you’ve chosen to walk into the den of a dragon, and you already know you won’t be leaving until he’s satisfied. so you’ll gladly play the games he wishes to host - for you know it’ll end with both of you satiated. zhongli is anything but selfish, after all.
“very well… why don’t you show it, then. prove your… determination, so to say,” he nuzzles onto your thigh and readjusts his hold, “how many do you think you can take, hmm?”
“o-oh. uhm-” you stare bashfully at the way he splays his fingers on your crotch. his hands are always so pretty, you muse. slender and long, prominent knuckles and visible veins, always so warm and calloused from millenia of battles, dark colored as the fertile soil and pulsing with geo. he always knows how to flick his wrist, and he’s well aware of the effect he has on you when he chokes you with his fingers as he-
“darling, i asked you a question.”
with a sharp exhale, you spluttered a meek three? to which he replies with a hum. you’re trembling for excitement at the hard edges that have settled to his features. morax commands obedience, and it seems like the slight mistake you made has slightly ruffled his patience.
without warning, his beautiful fingers slide into you - an easily done action given the number of orgasms you’ve been put through, yet the unexpectedness of it startled you, and a curse word falls from your lips.
you don’t even feel the loss of his appendages; the loud slap and the burst of pain blooming across the skin of your thigh hits you first, and you arch your back in response, tears slipping down your temples, mouth lolling open in a loud wail.
“language.”
a meek apology is all you could provide before his fingers delved back into your sopping hole with newfound tightness. he’s going slow and yet he finds the spot that makes you scream in pleasure right away, having done this so many times it’s practically muscle memory for him. zhongli sighs fondly at the way you start bucking your hips, egging him to increase his pace, but he is unyielding as stone as he speaks with a warning in his voice, darkened and colored with lust and order.
“darling, stop misbehaving. aren’t you supposed to only receive your gift when you’re good?”
in other words, don’t be a brat or he’ll stop.
“i wanna cum,” you whine, more tears lining your pretty lashes, fists gripping onto the sheets in desperation. still, you ceased your movements upon his scolding, much to his delight.
“i know you do. and i shall make sure you do, dearest. all for me.”
the man shifts and stands onto his knees before crawling on top of you. he easily towers over your form in this half-dragon body, and when he settles his lips right before your ear as he restarts the sensual but precise thrusts of his appendages, you know.
you know you’re in for a treat.
honey sweet words with filthy connotations spoken in dulcet tones fill your ears. your eyes squeeze shut, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip as your senses focus on the otherworldly sensations consuming your whole being. the expert hand playing with your body, bumping against that spongy spot and causing more slickness to drip down the mattress. his breathing and the little growls and hums and chuckles filling your auditory senses, demanding your attention and sending jolts of pleasure right down your core.
“doing so good for me, darling. you were being a little bratty just now, but i can see how you’re trying so hard to be my good little pet.”
“can you hear how wet you are? dear me, i’ve just recently changed the bedsheets but here you are soiling them in record time. how naughty of you.”
“submit to your archon, sweetheart. let me take care of you. you’ve been working hard, haven’t you? you deserve a little reward… i’ll gladly provide that.”
“feel how good my fingers are. that’s right, good. keep tightening around me. you’re so adorable, my love…”
“are you imagining it was my cock instead? are you wishing it was my cock that was inside of you right now? oh, my beloved mate, did the thought just make you squeeze? hmm? are you close? you are, aren’t you?”
zhongli muffles your incoherent babbles with a kiss, stealing your breath and the last bit of your sanity away. your nails dig onto his bicep as he silences your moan with his tongue, your climax hitting you harder than your previous ones. your walls spasm and your hips squirm from the incessant thrusts of his fingers, but your lover stubbornly persists in helping you ride your orgasm fully. it feels like hours had gone past when he finally stops - and he only allows himself to do so once you’re twitching helplessly under him and pliant in his arms.
you’re sweating and drooling and crying. simply put, you’re a pathetic mess. yet as your loving spouse pulls away, all he sees is the most divine deity sprawled on his bed, coming down from the blissful heaven that he helped you ascend to, and so in a sudden burst of admiration and love, he places a gentle kiss onto your sweaty forehead.
you hum and close your eyes, allowing your body to rest and gathering your consciousness back into you, savoring the long kiss that speaks of appreciation, warmth, and adoration.
the moment of reprieve is suddenly broken when you feel him reposition himself, before a finger taps on your soaked clit.
“beloved, this old god is still quite thirsty… you’ll let me milk you some more before giving you your present, right?” he blinks and seems to have realized an error in his words, chuckling and giving you a hungry look as he uncaringly swipes his dirtied fingers through his damp bangs to slick them away from his face, hips jutting out proudly with an obvious bulge that’s far too big for normal mortals, straining against his pants.
“— ah, apologies... i meant presents.”
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steddiewithachance · 5 months
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Vampire Pancakes
A response to this writing prompt. Thought it was too cute, had to write it! @dwobbitfromtheshire
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No one really knows what to do with Eddie right now. Everyone is jittery around him, going so far as to hold their breath when he so much as twitches. Even Dustin is squinting at him with calculating eyes; he's analyzing Eddie for threat.
Eddie will continue to courteously ignore the hand that Nancy is keeping stationed on her belt conveniently close to the little pistol everyone knows she's hiding. It doesn't matter that Eddie helped them kill Vecna, or that he saved Baby Byers' life. It doesn't matter when he has sharp teeth, dark eyes, and a thirst for blood. He can't blame 'em for being scared.
Eddie thinks about his dad. Wonders if even Al would see Eddie as a monster now.
Eddie got picked on a lot as a kid and he'd often come home from school tired and weepy. Al would look up from the couch in that black tank top he always wore. He'd set down whatever he was smoking to pat the spot next to him.
"What happened Ed? Was some little shithead mean to ya?"
Eddie would nod and slump into his father's side, eyes burning from the spicy, smokey air. When Eddie pressed his face into his dad's arm, Al would pull back and pat his head with sorrowful eyes. Al didn't really know how to comfort a kid or maybe he thought that being distant was in Eddie's best interest.
"You're too soft, Ed. Ya gotta make those kids think you can pack a punch. Chin up, eyes mean, shoulders back. Make 'em intimidated, make 'em fear ya."
So like any kid who thinks their dad's word is law, Eddie listened, or tried his best at least. But his dad never said that mean eyes, dark clothes, and loud music would get him accused of witchcraft by a bunch'a angry jocks and chased straight into hell.
Now his sheepies -his kiddos- are looking at him like they're scared, like they can't trust him and that is a fucking gut punch. Because pretty early on in his high school career, he decided that his purpose was gonna be standing as a shield for other kids like him. He wanted to be a source of safety and warmth in an otherwise cold and unforgiving storm.
Being feared is lonely and sad, Eddie has discovered, and he worries this is his new permanent reality.
Eddie quietly sits through his friends hammering out the logistics of a nighttime schedule to organize sleeping shifts so someone always has an eye on him. It's sick. Eddie has to excuse himself to cry about it. He has no uncontrollable urges to eat anyone here, Steve does smell appetizing, but he wouldn't jump the guy.
He can still eat human food apprently, it barely does anything for him, but it's something. Eddie thinks it's enough to quell any feral urges he may or may not get. He thinks the party is being unreasonable about their safety precautions, but really, he'd probably do the same if there was a monster in the same house as him.
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It's a long night, he can't fall asleep but he'll pretend to so that everyone can relax a little. The changing of the guard chafes at him and makes his lip quiver. He bites his lip to prevent a wounded sound from slipping out when Robin nudges Steve awake and says it's "his turn on hell shift". Eddie jolts because he remembers he has real sharp teeth now, and biting his lip does, in fact, hurt like a bitch.
"You're not asleep, huh?" He hears whispered into the air of the big living room after Robin has settled back into sleep. It's Steve's sweet and melodic voice.
"I'm trying." He responds, brokenly.
"Wanna get some fresh air with me for a minute? I need'a smoke." Steve is already shrugging the sheets off of him and carefully stepping over his sleeping friends towards the back door. Eddie doesn't think he has a choice, but to follow. Stepping out of this stuffy room does sound like a relief though.
Eddie makes the same journey through the sea of teenagers sprawled across Steve's floor and out the sliding glass door. When he steps onto the patio, all of the crickets stop chirping around him. The night goes silent. What the fuck? Is that because of him? He loves the sound of crickets, though.
He walks over and curls up in one of the Harringtons' fancy-loungy-pool-chairs. Steve stays standing, leaning artfully against the side of his house next to the glass. He flicks open his lighter and the small flame illuminates his square jawline with a warm glow. He's so achingly handsome. He's like a movie star, or a model.
"You okay?" Steve asks conversationally.
"Not even a little."
Steve sighs and pushes off the wall to walk towards Eddie's chair. He sits at the foot of it and swivels so he's looking at Eddie.
"I'm really sorry Eddie. I can't even imagine how you must be feeling. I won't pretend to." Steve sets a hand on Eddie's ankle and Eddie could cry from the small gesture of comfort that he's practically writhing for. "I feel like what happened to you is all my fault. I know that 'sorry' wont cut it, but for the record, I am. Completely and utterly sorry." That's a silly thing to think.
"It's not your fault, are you kidding? How do you reckon it's your fault?"
"Sending you with Dustin? Alone? Putting all that responsibility on you?" Steve looks down at his cigarette with disgust. He twists it into the cold concrete next to his socked foot and looks back at Eddie. There's no fear in his expression, and for once Eddie is grateful for his reckless bravery.
"It was the best plan and we all agreed to it. Don't sweat it, Harrington." Eddie feels like he's not all there. Feels like maybe if he was more composed he could comfort Steve better, but he's hungry and dazed, sad and tired. Steve nods solemnly, and clears this throat.
"And about everyone being kind of on edge... It'll pass. I think they're all thinking about when Billy Hargrove got possessed by the mind flayer and went homicidal on us. He tried to kill all the kids."
Eddie desperately wants to hear all the other Upside down stories one day. He keeps trying to stitch together all these scraps of lore that keep getting dropped on him. He has no right to ask about something so traumatic, so he'll just be patient and wait for more lore to drop.
"Everyone's just being cautious. Vecna's dead though, so I'm not really sure who they think would possess you." Steve finishes and squeezes Eddie's lower calf where his hand rests.
"I get it. Kinda hurts my feelings, but I get it." Eddie mumbles and feels his eyes getting heavy. He wonders if he could fall asleep out here. Maybe if the crickets were still chirping and it wasn't so goddamn quiet.
"I'm sorry, Eddie." It's fine, this might not even be the worst thing that's ever happened to him.
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In the morning Eddie curls himself into Steve's little kitchen nook. Eddie kind of loves the window seat, it's something his mom would have wanted, Eddie theorizes. She was always looking out windows, probably daydreaming about escaping. Eddie does it too.
The kids seem warmer this morning. There's no more hushed whispers or pointed looks. They're talking and moving around the house less cautiously. Hopefully, the stiffest interactions and the worst of their distrust is behind them. Nancy's still watching him like a hawk though.
Steve shuffles into view, his socks are bunched up around his ankles. It's cute.
He holds out a plate for Eddie with a dumb smile on his face. When Eddie reaches for it, he sees a stack of pancakes and the top pancake has a little face made out of blueberries and two whipped cream fangs. It's a vampire pancake. Steve made Eddie a sweet little vampire pancake.
"Oh my god, you're so adorable." Eddie squeaks and makes a grabby hand for the fork Steve's holding. Steve blushes and hands over the fork.
"Do you like it?" Steve asks coyly. The pancakes feel like a hug, they feel like an apology that Steve doesn't even owe.
"I love it, chef." Eddie pokes at the pancake-vampire's cheek. "I don't know if I can eat him. He's too cute." Eddie giggles. Steve looks up at him with bright sparkly eyes. God he's perfect. Eddie's hungry for him in five different ways.
Robin and Dustin come up beside Steve to look down at the plate.
"I want one!" Dustin announces loudly. Steve turns around and heads back to the stove, he looks so proud of himself.
"You can have normal pancakes. Those are special for Eddie." Steve says with a wink. Dustin looks down at Eddie and pouts at him as if Eddie has any say in who gets what kind of pancake.
"Dustin had to watch it all happen, he should get one too." Eddie tells Steve earnestly while Steve is pouring more batter into the pan.
Dustin gloats and yells "Exactly! Thank you, Eddie."
And it feels like things are gonna be okay.
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sheepie-self-ships · 5 months
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I want. to make aqua.bats fic... but the question lies in should i separate the romantic storyline from the platonic shenanigans or do I just throw them into the same fic...
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thefandomcassandra · 3 months
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If no one will draw art for my AU, I'll draw art for my AU.
TFW you watch your childhood friend accuse the only person who can see you of murder in the second degree.
Immediately after this, Maya implies that, of course Edgeworth wouldn't have seen Nick's time on the stand because who could ever prosecute their friend (: She did it on purpose to hurt him. (: It worked.
Anyway please read "hallowed be thy unknown", my Ace Attorney AU where Nick dies during his trial and haunts Mia until he realizes that Maya can see him (during the worst day of her life).
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sheep-on-leash · 9 months
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Welcome Home, Kintsu
A short, strange, incredibly self-indulgent transformation/corruption story
There was no reason for a door to be there.
You knew this better than everyone. You'd treaded this secluded, empty space more than anyone, probably in the history of its construction, and yet here stood a door you knew for certain had never been there before. Molded in a dull, alien, purple steel, it stuck out of the wall like a sore thumb and towered over you like a building in its own right.
And yet you recognized it. Not in a cognitive sense, no- you couldn't recall where you'd seen it, or why you remembered it- but in an instinct. A feeling deep in your gut that commanded you to step forward, to confront your long lost friend.
It opened inward effortlessly, like it weighed nothing. Inside was more of the same- a warped set of hallways and steps all bearing the same mauve hues, lit by the same fluorescent lights you had probably learned and worked under for your entire life. It was labyrinthine, everything bending at odd angles, a bleak and featureless maze that was completely foreign to your eyes.
And yet you knew exactly where to go. Almost as if pulled by a string, a leash, your legs moved you forward without the command of your brain. Dragging you further and further from what you knew, but never allowing you to feel even a twinge of fear.
And then came your prize, the maze's center, a cavernous opening that stretched upward without a visible end. And finally, something to interrupt the monotony- a single page on the room's opposite wall, stuck there at eye level..
A missing poster. A missing poster for you. That was your name, your smiling face, the number of your home phone for anyone who knew your whereabouts. Looking at it should terrify you, but instead it brings you comfort. It brings you bliss. Like something you've anticipated for eternity finally paying off.
You turn around, and suddenly, you aren't alone. In fact, you're surrounded. A ring of textureless yellow-gold statues, all joined in hand, perfectly motionless. Those shapes, those features, you recognize them all- cats and foxes and birds and bulls alike, somehow united across impossible distances you've always silently begged to be crossed. Everyone who's supported you, molded you into this moment.. But no. Not quite them. Some essence, some fragment, some..
You turn around again, and.. There's you, your shadow, projected on the wall in perfect detail. As instinct beckons you to do, you step forward.. Into the wall. To be consumed by your shadow, and to continue forward.
You feel yourself travel. You feel yourself ripped across not time, not space, but something new, something never meant to be journeyed through.
And it's there, in this forbidden space, that you find what you finally were looking for. A fragment of something greater, a writhing mass of sheer energy, discarded by whatever may have created it. Pitch black, standing out in perfect detail even with the absence of light.
You grab it without hesitation, clenching it into your fist with all your might. It's frigid tar, it's a ball of wool, it's writhing, living meat, it's everything. It's you. Well, perhaps it wants to be you. Or maybe it's the other way around. You feel it expand, engulfing your hand before climbing up your arm, your shoulder, your neck.. It consumes you in your entirety, in this forgotten, empty, abyssal space, blotting out your senses, your thoughts, your consciousness...
. . .
It's an alleyway you find yourself in. Sprawled out on the concrete floor, you shamble to your feet. What was it, a party? A festival? A one night stand? Whatever it took for last night to spit you out here is exempt from your memory. And so is the night before that. And before that, and before that, and so on and so forth. Lacking such a stretch of memory should be mortifying, but it leaves no impact on you. It's funny, even, tracking a smile up your lips.
Your legs feel bizzare as you walk, like its not bones holding them together anymore. They bend in ways impossible, and you stare down at your paws with each step in a shock muted by your disorientation.
... Paws. You have paws. Fuzzy, black paws, with pale yellow wool covering up the shins above. Same with your hands and forearms, you see as your gaze tracks your entire body. Black and gold cargo shorts with a matching poncho, an upper body covered with a generous, heaping helping of that same fluffy sheep-clothing.. This.. This is supposed to be you?
.. But then again, why wouldn't it be you? There's no need to worry about that. This is probably the body you've always had, and, if anything, it's a damn good one. You catch your reflection in the tinted windows of some business, and see your snout, your floppy ears, your stubby floating horns, your wobbly, melting smile.. One of your arms is longer than the other, and it shrinks back to normal when you look at it. Yes, yes, why were you worried about this being you? Your body is beautiful.
Your body feels like it's melting. Your body feels like it's beautiful. Your body feels like it's melting. Your body feels like it's beautiful.
.. Oh, here's a problem, what's this.. Hunger? Yes, hunger. Some heavy, empty pit, nagging at your insides. But for what? A good meal? A good gathering? A good high? A good fuck? Some combination of the four?
Even more of a problem, somehow, your neck's feeling a little bare, even with all the wool. Something's missing, something's meant to go there, but what?
.. See, you don't really know how you could ever worry about something as silly as your own body when there's things to be consumed, fun to be had, people to meet. Silly, silly.. Oh, what was your name again? It started with an s, or a p, or, or a.. Maybe..
Oh, yes! That's the right one.
You, Kintsu (yes, that has to be your name, right?) step onto a sunny, semi-urban street on a lovely late afternoon. You can't say you recognize it, nor the people (many of them animals, just like you!) but that's not really of concern to you, no. What is, however, is indulging in as much as this new place has to offer.
That's what a good boy would do, right? And, oh, you want to be a very, very good boy.
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sea-lanterns · 3 months
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Girls who let you sleep on the ground and just bring you blankets/pillows/plushies: Sucrose, Furina (but she whines), Nilou, Faruzan, Yoimiya, Hu Tao (thinks it's funny), Chiori
Lies on the floor w/ you to snuggle: Lynette, Kirara, Lumine, Ganyu (sleepy sheepy), Lisa, Mona, Amber (pillow fort!!!), Layla, Fox!Miko, Columbina (probably likes sleeping on the floor too)
Will let you fall asleep first before putting you on the couch or bed: Jean, Navia, Clorinde, Kokomi, Ayaka, Keqing, Shinobu, Dehya
Picks you up like a feral cat and forces you into bed: Shenhe, Yelan, Miko, Ei, Eula, Arlecchino, La Signora, Candace, Ningguang, Beidou
(P.S. If it's not taken can I be 🦔 anon?)
HELP. All of these are so in character and I find it hilarious 😭😭 My only nitpick is that I don’t write for Kirara (you can check the rules page as I added a list of girls I don’t write for) BUT OTHER THAN THAT I LOVE THIS LIST :OOO
Also something about Columbina genuinely enjoying sleeping on the floor is ascending me rn. I feel like sometimes you’d just see her snoring on the floor of her bedroom (literally only five feet away from her bed) and enjoying the comfort that the cold floor has to offer her.
I also really like the fact that some of the women will just force you into bed, with you kicking and screaming because they just want you to sleep on something soft and comfortable. Even if it means getting hissed at by a feral girlfriend 💕
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munson-blurbs · 1 year
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Hi there Bug! May I request one where Eddie and FemReader are in a committed relationship and Eddie’s breeding kink has been full on big time in overdrive because he really wants a kid and the more sex the better! Plus it’s around the holidays and they keep looking at baby stuff and Santa stuff etc which for some reason is making it worse But femreader finds out she can’t have any kids for whatever reason and is convinced Eddie will leave her because of it so heartbreakingly she tells him what’s going on and tells him if he wants to go and be with someone who can give him kids she would understand? Not being able to have kids myself and giving away little things I had gotten for the someday that never will come made me think of this one. (And No, I am not sad anymore about it- it just lets me help care for the little lost sheepies who don’t have anyone really. ) Thank you 💖
I hope I did your request justice. Thank you, from a little lost sheepie, for looking out for us 💚
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Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), breeding kink, infertility, mentions of abortion, angst, hurt/comfort
WC: 3.1k
Dividers from @firefly-graphics
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The First Christmas 
The Starcourt Mall around Christmas time was always a nightmare, packed wall-to-wall with busy, irritated shoppers. You were one of them; your husband was too busy pointing out every item he wanted to notice your misery. 
“Babe, check out that leather jacket!”
“That notebook with the dragon on the front would be perfect for writing lyrics.”
“Holy shit! A collector’s edition of the new Metallica album!”
After years of dating and a few more being married, you’ve gotten pretty good at ignoring him when you need to. But when he drags you towards his next find, you can’t help but pay attention. 
“Maybe we could get this?” It’s a thick, hardbound book of lullabies and bedtime stories. Drawings of barnyard animals adorn the cover. Eddie runs his forefinger over it gently, caressing it while deep in thought.
“Don’t you think it’s a little below your reading level?” you tease, threading your fingers through his free ones. 
Eddie gives you a wanting look, deep brown eyes meeting yours. His expression is completely sincere. “I want a baby,” he states plainly, as though he’s simply asking for a bag of potato chips at the grocery store.
“Okay, Eds,” you snort, rolling your eyes. “Maybe Santa will leave one under the tree for you this year.”
“I’m serious.”
You sigh, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Can we have this discussion, like, not in the middle of the mall?” you whisper.
“Is that a ‘yes’?” he asks, unable to disguise the excitement in his voice. A hopeful grin stretches across his face.
“It’s a ‘maybe,’” you tell him, but there’s already a buzzing feeling in your stomach. You’ve been waiting for him to bring up the subject of kids. Of the two of you, he had been the most resistant to parenthood. It wasn’t an issue of liking or disliking children; Eddie had plenty of experience being a babysitter (well, co-babysitter with Steve Harrington) to his gaggle of misfits during his high school years. The problem was Eddie’s confidence in himself to be a good parent. No matter how many times you reassured him that he wouldn’t be like his own dad, or that your kid would absolutely adore him, he’d remained hesitant.
But now here he is, in a Borders bookstore, damn near begging you for a baby.
Eddie refrains from talking about it for the remainder of your shopping trip, save for when you passed by Santa’s Workshop. He’d taken one look at the kids running around joyfully and murmured, “that could be us with Baby Munson next year.”
The moment you close the car door, Eddie looks at you, beaming. “So,” he starts, rubbing your thigh, “can we talk now?”
“Since when are you ready for a baby?” you question, glancing over your shoulder as you pull out from the parking spot. “I’m not complaining, but I don’t wanna get my hopes up just for you to change your mind.”
Your husband pauses before he speaks; you know from experience that this is a rare occurrence. “This might sound dumb,” he chews on a fingernail while he speaks, “but when I saw that book, I could just picture reading it to a little baby. Our little baby,” he amends. “And I’m still scared, but I–I think I can do this. With you. Feel like I can do anything with you, sweetheart.”
“So, when do you want to start trying?” you ask coyly, though you have an idea of how he will respond.
“As soon as we get home,” he affirms, and you laugh at his intensity and at your correct prediction. “If it wouldn’t cause a wreck, I’d start right fuckin’ now.”
You grip his left hand with your right. “We’re really gonna do this?” 
He squeezes your hand back, and there’s a slight tremble to it. “Let’s start our little metal family.”
As soon as you get through the door of your apartment, Eddie is weaving his hands through your hair and kisses you deeply. 
“Eds, the presents,” you manage, but he just drops them by the couch before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. 
“Don’t care about ‘em,” he mutters, plopping you on the bed with a gentle thump. “Just need you.” His tongue parts your lips as he climbs on top of you, knee nudging against your sex through your jeans. “You have no fuckin’ idea how badly I need you.” 
You trace your fingers over the obvious bulge straining against his zipper. “I think I have a clue,” you murmur, giggling when he moans at your touch. “Sensitive, are we?”
“Sweetheart,” Eddie says, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra, “you just gave me permission to give you a baby. What did you expect?”
You press your lips to his exposed collarbone before undressing him. “Want your baby, Eddie,” you whisper into his skin. Your fingers toy with his belt buckle and pants button until they’re both undone. 
His strong hands slide beneath your panties; you can feel him grin as he glides his fingers along your folds. “Y’got this wet thinkin’ about me filling you up?” he teases, and you can only nod your response. “Ready for me to cum in you over and over until you’re pregnant with my baby?”
“P-Please,” you stammer, and in an instant, you’re taking him in. His thick cock stretches you in a familiar way. You hiss at the pressure, his thrusts speeding up as he lets himself get deeper inside you. 
“You’re s’fuckin’ gorgeous, babe,” Eddie muses. “Can’t wait to see how beautiful you look, all round ‘cause you’re having my kid.” He gives you an incredulous look. “I just remembered—your tits are gonna get huge, fuck.” As if to emphasize his point, he sucks a bruise just below your left nipple. 
You whimper as he grows even harder, tip rutting against your g-spot and pushing you towards your own release. “Gonna cum,” you choke out. You clench around him as you finish, crying out his name while digging your nails into his back. 
“Good girl,” he praises you, which only turns you on more. “I c-can’t hold out; y’feel too good.” He spills into you with a groan, using his softening length to push everything in. “Gotta make sure it takes, y’know?” He kisses your cheek as you both come down from the high. 
“If it doesn’t, we just get to keep trying,” you smile, catching your breath. At the time, it doesn’t seem like a bad thing. 
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The Second Christmas
You didn’t get pregnant that first month. Unsurprising; it rarely happened that quickly. You were disappointed when your period came, but you and Eddie had no problem having copious amounts of sex. 
But after ten months without success, you decided to consult a doctor. “Maybe there’s, like, medicine I can take to help,” you’d told Eddie before you left. Still, a bad feeling gnawed at your insides as you’d said it; a feeling that was only confirmed by the doctor’s news. 
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Munson,” she’d said. “It looks like you don’t have any viable eggs.” 
She’d droned on about genetic issues, but your head was swimming. It all boiled down to one outcome: infertility. Not giving Eddie the baby he wanted so badly. Not becoming a mom. 
You’d practically collapsed into his arms when you came home, apologizing profusely without offering context. 
“Baby, baby, what happened?” His own eyes filled with tears, as they often did when you’d cry. “What did the doctor say?”
After slowing your sobs, you’d repeated what you’d been told. “‘M so sorry,” you choked out. “I understand if you don’t wanna be with me…if you wanna be with someone who can get pregnant.”
Eddie’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not,” he shook his head, pulling you to his chest for a tight hug. “No, baby. ‘S only you. We can…we’ll figure something out.” A tear slipped down his cheek, though he’d tried to wipe it away before you noticed. “Maybe we were meant to look out for our little sheep, rather than have ones of our own.” But he didn’t believe it, not really. 
And now it’s Christmas again. You pulled on a red sweater dress and ran a comb through your hair. The platter of cookies you’d made yesterday was wrapped and ready to bring to Nancy and Jonathan’s house. 
“Eds? Good to go?” you call out, frowning when you don’t get a response. “Hello?” You pad out into the living room, finding him standing in front of your bookcase, looking forlornly at the book of nursery rhymes he’d bought this time last year. 
“Sorry,” he clears his throat and blinks his red-rimmed eyes. “I was kinda hopin’ for a Christmas miracle.”
“Me, too,” you admit, wrapping your arms around him. You could stay like this forever, safe in his grasp. 
“Y’gonna be okay today?” Eddie asks, offering a weak smile. “With, y’know…”
You knew. It has been on your mind every day since Thanksgiving. All of Eddie’s little sheep, now in their senior year of college, were back in Hawkins for the holiday. Everyone was chattering about career plans and graduation vacations. Well, everyone except for Max. 
“You all right?” you’d asked her, concern written all over your face. 
She’d quickly dragged you into the other room, away from everyone else. “Please don’t be mad at me,” she’d begged. 
“Max, you’re like my little sister. Even if I got mad at you, I can’t stay mad at you for long.” You gave her a smile, but it faltered at her words. 
“I’m pregnant,” Max blurted out. “I-I hooked up with someone when I first got back to school because I was really upset about breaking up with Lucas, and I was stupid and—and now I’m pregnant. And I was afraid to tell you because I know you…” she trailed off, not needing to finish her sentence. “I understand if you hate me.”
You were stunned into silence. “I don’t hate you,” you whispered. She barreled into you for a hug as you asked, “do you know what you wanna do?”
Max looked up at you with misted eyes. “I waited too long for an abortion,” she explained sheepishly. “Guess I was kinda in denial.”
You’d nodded, knowing all too well how easily it was to ignore the obvious. “Whatever choice you make, I know it’ll be the right one.”
That night, you’d curled up into Eddie’s chest and cried. Cried for Max, facing a daunting decision. Cried for you, trying so hard to have a baby with no success. Cried for the situation, that some people could get exactly what other people want, even when they don’t want it themselves. 
You knew you’d be seeing Max again on Christmas, and now that day has arrived. It would be hard to look at her little bump, but she needed you now more than ever. You could suck it up for a few hours. 
“How’re you feeling?” you ask her, attempting a genuine smile. 
“Better now that I’m in the second trimester,” she started. “Not as nauseous.”
You swallow a lump in your throat. You’d risk nausea every day for the rest of your life if it meant having a baby, but you push on. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“Can I…can I talk to you and Eddie for a sec?” Her eyes flit between the two of you. “It’s important.”
You wave Eddie over, who’s listening to Steve ramble about a new car he’s thinking of buying. He nods at you gratefully. “What’s up?”
“Max has something to tell us,” you say, and his face blanches. Sometimes you forget how your infertility also impacts him; seeing Max pregnant wasn’t easy for Eddie, either. 
“Sh-sure, yeah,” he mumbles, and the three of you duck into the guest bedroom. 
“I’ve been thinking. A lot.” Max fidgets, tugging on a strand of her red hair. “And I realized that, as much as I already love this baby, I’m not ready to be a parent.” She takes a deep breath and blinks back tears. “But you two are.”
You sit forward. “Max, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying—well, asking, really—if you would maybe think about adopting it.” She finally allows her eyes to meet yours. 
“Oh my God,” you manage, grabbing her hand. “Are you serious?”
She nods. “I want to be a forensic psychologist. Help solve crimes and keep people safe. But I know I can’t do that if I have a baby. At least, not right now,” she adds. “But I was really anxious about placing him or her for adoption with random strangers. Maybe it sounds silly, because I wouldn’t be the one raising the kid, but I couldn’t stop worrying about it.
“And then after I talked to you on Thanksgiving, I felt a little better. I didn’t have an answer yet, but just…just talking to you made me feel better. And I realized that whenever life got tough for me, I turned to you guys.” She gives you and Eddie a small smile. “And it was, like, why didn’t I think of this before? You’d be the best parents. You’ve already had plenty of practice with all of us.”
Eddie looks at you, slack-jawed. “You would do that for us?” he asks Max. “You really want us to adopt the baby?”
“Absolutely,” she confirms. “I know we have to get lawyers and all that stuff—”
“We’d cover that,” you jump in. “And we can help with doctor’s appointments, too.”
Max pulls you both in for a hug. “I’m still scared,” she admits, “but this makes it a little less scary.” 
It’ll be a long road ahead, you know this for sure, but the three of you take a collective sigh of relief. Maybe you and Eddie have gotten your Christmas miracle after all. 
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The Third Christmas
“Nance, where do you want the green beans?” you call over your shoulder as you pull the casserole from the oven. 
“You can put them on the table; should be space for them,” she answers, thinly slicing the ham. “I’m almost done with this, and we can sit down to eat.”
Gripping the dish with the oven mitts, you walk into the dining room and place it down. “Dinner’ll be ready soon!” you tell the other guests. 
Hopper flashes you a thumbs-up. “El was just initiating Katie into the adopted daughter’s club,” he murmurs to you. “I heard her saying that they’re both extra special because they were specifically chosen by their parents.”
“She’s not wrong,” you laugh. “Although El’s powers help with that whole ‘extra special’ deal.” You look around the room. “Where are they now?”
“Diaper change,” El says as she passes by. “Eddie took her to Nancy and Jonathan’s room.”
You nod gratefully, walking over and lightly rapping on the door. “Is it safe for Mommy to come in, or is it a toxic waste zone?”
“You’re clear!” Eddie calls back. You hear the diaper bag zip up, accompanied by the sound of baby giggles. “This just in: Katie thinks zippers are the funniest things in the world.”
You bend down and scoop her up in your arms. “That’s only because she hasn’t heard any of your fantastic dad jokes.” Your body fills with warmth when your daughter rests her chubby little cheek on your chest. Your daughter. You still can’t get over it even though she’s nearly seven months old. Max gave birth a week after her graduation, and after fifteen hours of labor, a six pound five ounce Katie Munson was born. Once you found out that Max’s middle name was Katherine, you knew exactly what your baby girl would be called. You’d been worried that you wouldn’t bond since she’d spent the last nine months in a womb that wasn’t yours, but you’d felt an overpowering love from the moment the nurse placed her in your waiting arms.
Watching Eddie get to be a dad was nothing short of amazing. The way he peppers her face with kisses, or wakes up for middle of the night feedings, or picks out her clothes. Sometimes, he juts out his lower lip and holds up a tiny dress, cooing, “I didn’t even know they made clothes this little!”
“Let’s go get some food,” you say to your husband, bouncing Katie on your hip. You walk out of the room just as Max is walking out of the bathroom. Her face lights up when she spots Katie.
“Hi, Katie-girl!” she exclaims, reaching out to hold her. “Can Auntie Max get a hug?” You hand her over, watching Max inhale sharply.
You place your palm on her back. “You okay? If it’s…if it’s too much to see her…”
“No, no,” she reassures you. “I mean, it’s hard, but…I know I made the right decision.” She starts making funny faces at Katie. “Look at you with your red hair! It’s a blessing and a curse.”
“I can’t wait until she’s old enough to understand what her Auntie Max did for her…for us,” Eddie ruffles her hair as though she’s still fifteen years old instead of twenty-two. “We seriously cannot thank you enough, Red. You…you made us a family.”
The four of you are silent, absorbing all the love that flows between you, until Katie starts babbling and sends you all into a fit of laughter. “She says, ‘it’s time to eat!’” you joke.
And after a long day at Nancy and Jonathan’s, you finally arrive home. You try not to wake Katie when you take her out of her carseat, but she stirs and starts to wail. Muttering a swear word under your breath, you try rocking her back to sleep, but she keeps crying.
“C’mere,” Eddie says, lifting her from your arms. “I know what she wants.” He walks over to the bookshelf and plucks the book of nursery rhymes that he'd bought at the mall two years ago. He sits Katie on his lap, a big hand on her pudgy tummy. “Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,” he starts, speaking in singsong, “Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.” He raises his eyebrows and gasps dramatically. “Oh, no! What’s gonna happen to Humpty Dumpty?” You smile as he finishes the rhyme, Katie now fully enthralled in the story. Her cries have completely subsided.
Maybe this wasn’t how you intended to become a mom, but now, you can’t imagine life any other way.
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