#a full package!

[egophiliac]

Favorite Disney Princess?

this would be a much easier question if they let Meg into the lineup. dangit. >:(

in terms of, like, favorite movie/adaptation, I have a lot of appreciation for the OG three -- Snow, Cinderella, and Aurora (...okay, yes, I was basically predisposed to being obsessed with Diasomnia). overall it's a toss-up, but Snow has my favorite design! she's so classically '30s but in, like, a technicolor way. it's great! ❄️

in terms of who I spent my entire childhood low-key obsessed with (and isn't Meg)...that would be Jasmine. no question. especially in the purple dress. I love me a snarky princess covered in organza and it's all her fault (and Meg's).

[morganbritton132]

Eddie post a Tiktok where it’s very clear that he had to scramble to start filming. He pans the camera back and forth between Steve and Dustin as they just stare at each other.

Dustin finally says: …What??

Steve: I said, the bat is in the closet.

Dustin: I asked if you had any protection I could borrow

Steve, like duh: Yeah, I know. That’s why I said the bat is in the closet.

Dustin: Stop saying that! That’s not what I’m ask-

Steve: Stop asking the same question! I have the bat. It’s in the closet. What-

Dustin: Condoms, Steve! I have a date tonight and I was asking if you had condoms.

Steve:

Steve: Borrow???

Eddie: A+ conversation, guys.

[humbuns]

what a really dumb expression you have on

[fitbearcatcher]

Fit fur full package

[thelastharbinger]

*I’m sighing*

*takes a long, deep breath* So yeah this is Tenoch excitedly squealing “It’s today!” with flailing arms and I’m doing totally fine, thanks for asking.

[ryllen]

First of all, I love to thank Jesus Buddha and Obama.

[hajihiko]

it is two small breaded and fried fishes actually

[zarla-s]

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Finally got some time to do another one of these! Things just kept coming up, it felt like...

Taking some liberties with Spamton’s puppet deal in this. Jumping at an excuse to give people scars? Perhaps.

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[jadewritesficshere]

It's time

Alpha!Steve Harrington x Omega!Reader

Steve goes into his rut.

Warnings: omegaverse dynamics, breeding kink, p in v, creampie, knotting

18+ Only

Steve blearily walked into the kitchen. It was 1 in the morning and something had woken him. He couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe it was Eddie coming home late? Or you, finally getting off a shift (if they would stop switching your hours all over the place, Steve would be happy so you wouldn't be so exhausted). Maybe it was simply the thunder outside.

Either way, Steve awoke with a mouth dryer then the Sahara. He needed water. He felt extremely hot too. As Steve grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the sink, he stared at the rain pelting the house. Taking a quick dip outside sounded nice. Steve chugged the water, quickly draining the cup. He left the sink on and dove forward, drinking directly from the tap.

A low growl rumbled through him as he drank. The water was cool on his tongue, quenching his thirst, but he felt hot. Steve dunked his head under the running water. The cold water running over the back of his head and down into the sink. He panted into the sink, nails digging into the edge.

The realization of what was happening struck him at the same time your scent hit his nose. Your scent smelled so sweet. It beckoned him. It called unto him to go to you. To make you his. To have you cry out his name in pleasure. To writhe and pant beneath him. To knot you.

The thought jolted him. Steve wanted to knot you. Steve knew what was happening. His rut had come, sooner than anticipated. Steve wasn't supposed to go into his rut yet. They had always been on time, but he had never lived with an omega before. That was the only reasoning that would make sense in his mind. Last rut, directly after you presented, Steve had holed up at his parents house (not that they would ever know since they were never there). Steve didn't want to pressure you and thought being around you would have been the most bittersweet torture.

But now you were dating. Now you were his omega. And he needed you. Now.

Steve's head snapped up, water rolling off his hair and down his neck. Beads of water were rolling down his bare shoulders. He never slept with a shirt on, only a pair of boxers. But they seemed too constricting now that he had his mind set on you. He hastily shoved them off, his erection springing up.

Steve's hand fumbled with the spout, turning the handle to shut the water off too hard and hearing a crack. The water kept trickling out, now leaking. It had Steve pause, he didn't want to use too much force and hurt you. You were soft. Pliable. You were sweet. You were his. And he was going to make sure you knew it.

Steve stumbled down the hall like he was drunk. Drunk on your scent. It beckoned him, calling like a siren to a sailor. He made it to your door and almost keeled over. It was too much and yet not enough at the same time.

Steve grabbed the door knob and yanked the door open. In his haste, the handle broke off in his hand. He inhaled deeply and exhaled a breath slowly. The door slowly creaked open as he stood there, staring at the handle in his hand.

Being in a rut, Steve forgot how strong he was. His thoughts only of you. Of pumping you full of his seed. He needed to get a hold of himself. He needed to be careful, or else he could hurt you. He didn't want to hurt you-

"Steve?" You called sleepily, rubbing your eyes and sitting up partly in bed.

He wanted to knot you. Wanted to have pups with you.

Steve felt like he was hyperventilating, taking breaths in and out so quickly. In one quick motion, he had slammed the door behind him and was on your bed. The door handle landing with a metallic clang on the hardwood floor.

You blink the sleep from your eyes as Steve slowly crawls up the bed towards you. A low growl escapes Steve, fangs peeking out between his parted lips. You can feel yourself become wet with arousal from anticipation. Steve's scent rolling of him, almost intoxicating.

You lay back on your forearms, watching Steve. Steve reaches your thighs, prying them apart. He leans in, nose brushing against your clothed cunt, and deeply inhales. Steve groans and inhales again, eyes locking with yours.

You can feel your slick soaking your underwear. You fidget slightly causing Steve to throw an arm across your hips to hold you down. "Smell so fucking good," Steve growls out. He nudges your clit with his nose causing you to jump. His tongue licks the slick seeping through your soaked underwear.

Steve moans at the taste. His fingers grip your thighs tighter. Steve opens his eyes to look up at you. Your eyes meet his, his eyes so blown they look almost black.

Your mouth is simultaneously dry and salivating at the sight of him. You can feel another gush of slick occur as your stomach alights with that familiar warm fuzzy horny feeling. You want him.

But he needs you.

"Please?" He asks, fingers flexing and pulling you closer. Even filled with the hormones from his rut, Steve thought of you first. You thread a hand through his hair,"I got you Alpha." Steve inhales shakily and nods.

On a normal day, he would take his time. Make sure you've orgasmed before him. Spend time being close and nosing at your mating gland, holding hands, whispering promises. Foreheads touching as he thrusts into you, fingers interlocked. When he takes you from behind, he envelopes you with his arms and holds you close. Soft and sweet.

But Steve can't. Not today. There is no soft and sweet in his mind. Steve can't even formulate words at this moment, just a low growl as he grabs your underwear. The sound of fabric ripping fills your ears as he tears the underwear from you.

Steve groans at the sight. You're drenched in slick. You look perfect. So ready for him.

Steve crawls up over you, face hovering over his. "I- fuck. I need-" Steve stumbles over his words as a whiff of your scent hits him. A scent that you've released to calm him. But he can also smell an undercurrent of your arousal.

"I got you Steve. I'm ready for you. Want you." You cup the side of his face with your hand and smile at him. Steve licks his lips before kissing you. He moans into your mouth as you return the same fervor. Steve can feel your tongue brush against his fangs before wrestling with his own tongue.

Steve lines himself up, cock catching on your hole. He teases your entrance slightly, feeling slick gush around him. Warm, wet, and fucking made for him. Steve growls as he thrusts in quickly, filling you to the brim in one motion.

You gasp slightly before a moan escapes. Steve sets a brutal pace. Fast and hard. The bed rocks with each thrust, headboard clanging against the wall. He shifts slightly, grabbing your legs and throwing them up over his shoulders.

At this angle, Steve hits that spot inside of you which every thrust. The thatch of hair and his pelvis hits your clit just right. A gasp escapes you with each thrust, sometimes being able to be formed into a moan.

"You're so- fuuucck. You. Omega!" Steve bites at your chin, close to your mating gland but not quite," So good. Gonna take care of you. Gonna fill you with my pups." You nod," Want it Stevie, please." "You're gonna get it babe. Gonna fuck gonna give you my knot. Make sure it sticks."

You tumble over the edge into pleasure. Your orgasm runs through you, leaving you shaking and spasming against Steve. You've never felt this good before. The pleasure was so immense it felt like you were floating.

Steve could feel your walls clenching around him. His abs tensed and he knew he wouldn't last. He thrust deep inside of you and came with a loud groan. Steve could feel his knot pop. You could feel his come painting your insides, the pressure of his knot holding you in place.

Steve collapses onto you. Steve pants heavily as he looked into your eyes. Careful of his knot, he wraps his arms around you and rolls onto his back, pulling you onto him. "You ok?" He manages to ask. You nod in response, laying your head against his chest. Steve can feel some of the hormones leave, able to think clearer.

"Not too much? We never...talked...about pups." Steve runs a hand up and down your back. You hum as you think before quietly saying,"Didn't think it would be this soon but...I want your pups Steve."

Steve's eyes shine slightly with unshed tears. He wasn't expecting to get emotional about it. You were his Omega. He would bite your mating gland today if he could- but he knew he should wait until after his rut. Steve didn't want you to think he only did it because of the hormones. Didn't want you to think it was "in the moment", even if he wanted to spend every moment with you.

He wanted to be your Alpha. Permanently. To take care of you. Wanted you to be his Omega forever. He can imagine a life with you. Growing old together and falling more in love. He can imagine you pregnant. Your swollen stomach, breasts full of milk. The way you would handle it with such grace. The perfect omega, not because you were an omega, but because you loved so hard and were amazing. Because you were you.

Steve can feel the heat start to come back as his knot starts to deflate. He wants to knot you again. You push off him slightly, sitting up and staring down at him. "Round two?" You grin down at him, running a hand through his chest hair. Steve groans and thrusts his hips up slightly," you're fucking perfect."

You begin to rock into him, slowly working your way up to lifting more fully off him and back down. Steve's hand lands on your hips, helping guide you up and down. He could stay like this forever with you. Gazing up at you with adoration, Steve hopes you want to stay like this with him forever too. His eyes land on your mating gland. He'd ask soon. Make it official. But right now, he was going to fill you up and knot you again.

[echo-goes-mmm]

One Week (Oneshot)

My Writing Masterpost

Warnings: enthrallment, mentioned non-sexual nudity

“Is Master home yet?” asked Pet, his hands on Leon’s knees as Pet kneeled on the floor.

“Not yet,” said Leon, bouncing his leg. He eyed the grandfather clock. If Master wasn’t home soon, he’d be late for work. 

And Leon had the feeling that if he was fired, Master wouldn’t let him look for another job.

“Oh,” said Pet, his face like a kicked puppy.

Poor thing.

Pet had been enthralled by vampires for so long, he’d forgotten how to be a person by the time Master got his hands on him. Master didn’t enthrall either of them, but you couldn’t tell by looking at Pet.

He was so happy and eager to please, like he was still under the spell, but he couldn’t take care of himself like a thrall could. 

Pet was like a dog; helpless if left alone for more than an hour.

Leon shuddered. He looked at the clock again.

He was forbidden from leaving Pet alone in the house, but work was one of his last connections to the outside world. Even though it was a shitty CVS cashiering gig, it gave him an excuse to leave Master’s den. And even better, he could talk to people. Real people, not Pet’s inane chatter.

No offense to Pet, but the boy wasn’t a great conversationalist.

Leon tugged at his turtleneck. He didn’t like wearing them, but covering up his thrall bitemark with makeup was risky. What if it rained?

He rubbed his hands together, and Pet nuzzled into his knee.

“Is Master going to be home soon?” he whimpered. “I miss him.”

“I don’t know,” said Leon, apologetically ruffling Pet’s hair. He refused to agree that he missed Master too, but he kinda did. It was lonely just him and Pet in the huge, dusty, mansion.

The door opened, and Leon let out a breath of relief. Master entered the room, and Leon stood up. Pet crawled over to Master, his hands resting on Master’s thigh like a puppy jumping up for attention. Master petted his hair, gently.

He was always gentle with Pet.

Master’s blank eyes looked him up and down. “Are you going to work, Leon?”

Leon nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“Go on then.”

Leon rushed past the two of them. He hoped his manager would let his tardiness slide. Again.

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“You’re late,” said Keith in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah, yeah I know.” Leon shrugged off his coat and stuffed it behind the counter. “Is Jana here?”

“Nope. I went ahead and clocked you in by the way.”

“Thanks.” 

“No problem. Our little secret. By the way, your mom called the store. Said it was urgent.”

Leon’s heart stuttered. Master had taken his phone when they first met, and Leon was allowed to call home every once in a while.

He wasn’t allowed to tell them he was a vampire’s thrall, obviously.

Leon grabbed the store phone and dialed her number. His hands shook.

“Hello?” Her voice was like a balm.

“Mom?” he choked out. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh baby,” she sighed, her voice strained. “Nana just passed away. Could you get off work?”

“Uh- let me- let me ask, okay? I’ll call you back.”

He hung up. “I gotta go,” he said to Keith, tears welling in his eyes. “My- my grandma-”

“Yeah I heard. I’m so sorry man. Go ahead, I’ll take care of stuff.”

Leon wiped his eyes. “Okay- yeah- uh.” He dialed Jana.

Her phone went to voicemail, and he left a message asking for a week off. He had other things than a job to worry about.

Leon rushed home.

“Leon!” exclaimed Pet as he barged through the door. “You’re back!” Leon could practically see an imaginary wagging tail attached to Pet.

“Yeah, yeah. Listen, where’s Master?”

“In-”

“I’m here,” interrupted Master, standing in the doorway. Leon hadn’t seen him come in.

“My grandmother died,” explained Leon. “I- I know I’m not allowed to leave but I- please. I need to see my family,” he begged. “Just for a week.”

Master tilted his head, examining him. His red eyes stared into Leon’s soul.

“Please.”

“Very well. One week.”

“Thank you!” Leon said, words spilling out of him, “I’ll come right back, I swear-”

Master held up a hand, silencing him. Master stepped aside, gesturing. “Go pack.”

Leon didn’t move. “Can I have my phone? Please?”

Master nodded, and Leon darted past him to gather his things.

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Leon gripped the steering wheel as he pulled into the driveway. He sighed, trying to pull himself together. The two hour drive just wasn’t enough.

There were so many little lies to remember. 

I graduated college. I have a roommate. We live in an apartment. I’m just really busy, so I can’t call much.

The last one was true, somewhat. He was really busy, but he had a vampire feeding off his neck, not a job with demanding hours. CVS was only part time.

He opened the door and lifted his suitcase from the passenger side.

Leon raised a hand to knock, but the door opened before he could, and his mom pulled him into a big bear hug. She smelled like cinnamon sugar.

Mom always made snickerdoodles when she was upset.

“Hi, Mom.” Leon hugged her back.

Mom kissed his cheek and let go, but her hands lingered on his. “Oh, honey,” she said, her voice wet. “You’re so skinny. Come in, come in! I’ll make you some lunch!”

Dad was sitting on the couch, but he stood when he saw Leon. “There’s my boy!” He hugged Leon tight, and he wheezed.

“Hey, Dad.”

“How’s work, bud?”

Leon tensed. “It’s fine. Busy.”

Kris, his sister, thumped down the stairs. God she was getting big. He couldn’t remember what grade she was in.

Hopefully he’d be able to make it to her high school graduation, but his heart knew Master wasn’t that generous.

“Hey.” She didn’t look up from her phone.

“Hey.”

“Kris, could you get Leon’s suitcase?”

“It’s fine,” he interrupted. “I got it.”

He didn’t want her snooping and finding his concealer. He didn’t have time to wash his turtlenecks before he left.

Pet had offered to wash them, but bless him, he couldn’t even read the dials on the machine anymore.

Last time, he’d used fabric softener instead of soap, and they didn’t figure that out until the next day and had to dig through the drawers to find all the dirty laundry.

Leon unpacked his stuff, putting his clothes away in his childhood drawers. 

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He should have been more careful.

Three days in, and in the distress and mourning and visiting relatives, he’d forgotten the concealer.

“Honey,” said Mom, suddenly pulling at the collar of his shirt. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?” he asked, playing dumb.

“This!” she exclaimed, her voice more upset than angry. “Were you attacked? Why didn’t you tell-”

“What’s going on?”

Leon closed his eyes in resignation. Kris and Dad came into the room.

“Leon’s been bitten!”

“I’m fine!” he protested, brushing away Mom’s hands. She looked hurt, and Leon sat heavily on the couch as she examined him.

“I’m fine,” he repeated, looking down at the old carpet. “Master doesn’t even-”

“Master?” Interrupted Dad. “Are you enthralled, son?”

“No! No, I swear. I mean- I’m a thrall but… he doesn’t… he lets me keep my mind.” Leon looked up at his family. They were horrified, and it broke his heart to see his little sister nearly crying.

“You weren’t supposed to know,” he said weakly. “I’m sorry.”

Mom sniffled, and Leon couldn't take much more. “Please don't cry, Mama. Please. I’m sorry,” he begged.

He heard a car pull up the driveway. The hair on the back of his neck stood up.

Leon glanced out the window, and Master stepped out of the car. He was wearing a dark suit, and he held an umbrella to protect him from the sun.

Leon made a terrified squeak. He shot up from the couch, but it was too late. There was a knock on the door.

“Kris,” he begged, “get upstairs.”

“What? No!”

The knock became louder. It would be worse for his family if he left Master waiting.

Leon stiffly walked to the door and opened it. His parents gasped behind him, and he heard Kris run up the stairs to her room.

“Leon,” purred Master. “Let me in.”

“Would you like to come in?” he whispered, and Master stepped through the door.

Master’s cool hand settled on the back of his neck, and they turned to step into the living room. Master hung his umbrella on the coat rack, and Leon bit back a hysterical laugh.

Leon’s parents stepped back as they approached.

“I mean you no harm,” said Master. He sat on the couch, pulling Leon with him to press into his side.

“What- what do you want?” asked Dad, his voice trembling.

“Only to offer my deepest sympathies for your loss.” Master’s hand tightened on the back of Leon’s neck, and he knew Master knew he told.

“Where- where’s Pet?” he whispered, desperate to stave off his punishment.

Master had never hit him before, but that didn’t mean anything. Leon just hadn’t messed up before now.

“In the car,” said Master, easy as anything. “He misses you.”

“Who- who’s Pet? Leon?” pleaded Mom.

Master grinned. “Please, don’t,” begged Leon. His parents didn’t need to see what happened to humans after enthrallment. 

But Master didn’t listen. He whistled loud and shrill, and Leon heard a car door slam as Pet bounded up to the house.

Pet walked through the door and immediately fell to his knees at Master’s feet.

“Leon! Hi!”

“Hey, Pet,” he mumbled. 

“Why’re you sad?” asked Pet, nudging his head at Leon’s hand. Leon scritched at his scalp.

“Because,” he choked out, “my parents are sad.”

“Oh.” Pet frowned. His eyes landed on Leon’s parents, as if he hadn’t noticed they were there. “Hello. Why are you sad?”

Mom stared at Pet and clutched Dad tight.

“Don’t bother the nice people, Pet,” chastised Master.

Pet turned his focus back on Master, laying his head in his lap. “Yes, Master,” he said with a smile and big doe eyes. Leon felt sick.

“Leon,” commanded Master, “open up.” Leon screwed his eyes shut, tilting his neck.

He didn’t want to see his mother’s reaction.

Master’s cold lips latched onto his neck.

He gasped as Master bit down on him, his fangs piercing his flesh.

It hurt this time, and he knew it was on purpose. His punishment for being so careless.

He resisted the urge to push Master away as the horrible pain made him tear up. It was like nothing he felt before; cold fire and stabbing and ripping skin.

His dad made a noise somewhere between anger and fear, and Leon made the mistake of opening his eyes.

Mom was weeping into her hands, Dad holding her close. His expression was twisted, and tears dripped down Leon’s cheeks.

“M’ sorry,” he whined. “Ple-ase-”

Master pulled away, licking up the last few drops as his wound stitched itself back together.

Master slapped him across the face, hard enough Leon knew he’d bruise. His parents gasped. Pet shrank away from the display of violence- and Leon remembered the time he’d seen Pet naked.

It was only once, but he’d never forget the scars on Pet’s back.

“I never understood it,” Master had said. “Torturing humans does no good, nor does it bring me pleasure. I’ll never whip you two like Pet’s old master would.”

Leon had assumed that meant Master wouldn’t hurt him at all.

He was wrong.

Master sat up straight, and Pet scrambled to straddle his lap and nuzzle under Master’s jaw.

“Have you learned your lesson, Leon?”

“Yes,” he whimpered.

“Good.” Master’s hand caressed the top of Pet’s head before gently pushing Pet off his lap.

“Come, Pet. It’s time to go.”

“Is Leon coming, too?”

Leon held his breath.

Master looked at him, long and searching. “No,” he said finally. Leon’s shoulders sagged. “He still has four days.”

Pet followed Master out the door, as joyfully obedient as always. 

The tense air left with Master, and Leon sank into the couch. He rubbed his cheek. It still stung. 

His mom wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. “My baby boy’s a thrall,” she cried, and Leon rubbed her back.

“I’m so sorry,” he said brokenly.

His Dad said nothing, and left the room.

Leon felt shattered, but then his dad came back with an ice pack for his face.

“We could hire someone,” Dad said, voice empty and tired. “Hunters-”

“No,” said Leon. “It’s- he’s- he’s okay.”

Mom pulled away. “What do you mean?” she asked, wiping the tears off his cheek. 

“He’s never hit me before,” explained Leon quietly. “And the drinking- that doesn’t usually hurt either. It’s just because I disobeyed him. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Dad crossed his arms, and Leon held the ice pack to his face.

“Really,” he insisted. “And- and he’s kind to Pet. He’s not that bad.”

“ ‘Pet’ is enthralled. Think logically, son.”

“He’s not, though,” continued Leon. “Pet- he- Master stole him from another vampire, after he killed her. Pet spent so long under, his mind is just… gone. Master has taken care of him ever since.”

“Why?” Mom asked.

Leon shrugged. “Pity, I guess. He really is gentle. Master let me keep my job, and my money. He lets me go out, sometimes, and he got me a birthday present. It could be worse, Dad, I swear.”

Mom and Dad exchanged looks. “I don’t even pay rent,” he offered with a little laugh. “Or food. Just internet, cause Master is an old codger.”

Mom tucked his hair behind his ear. “Okay, baby,” she said. “We’ve got four days. What do you want to do before you have to go back?”

Dad sagged in defeat, and Leon’s heart swelled with love.

“Could- Could we make cookies? Like when I was a kid?”

Mom kissed his forehead. “Of course we can, honey,” she said, smiling through her tears. “Every kind you want.”

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[bloodycowboyclub]

AEW: Countdown to Full Gear (2023)

SWERVE STRICKLAND VS HANGMAN ADAM PAGE IN A TEXAS DEATH MATCH

[yeonggisbitch]

they’ve been wild lately.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

whyyyyy are dog people so obsessed with their pet taking a shit...

[aalt-ctrl-del]

mad take, but I can't with how the "Vivzie hate club" has two brain cells:

how dare this character be absolutely vulgar, vile, sexist, toxic, and a meanie. This show is terrible, and is teaching children terrible things. I don't care if this is hell, this is wrong and I hate.

but also

how dare this character of gluttony not look like a swol fly. This is not biblically accurate character design. How dare the deadly sins not behave in a cliche way that I have come to expect after watching 50 marvel movies. This free show is terrible and I hate.

[sigmoon]

Lovely Hio!!! I just randomly thought of a little red riding hood au in which Fedya gives you the mission of bringing poisoned cookies to his dear friend Dazai (,,>﹏<,,) and on your way, you met a big bad wolf named Kolya… who ended up eating you in more ways than one hehe,,

This is the most cursed prompt I’ve ever read. Instigation to murder, betrayal, deception, vore, furries…woah.

[intotheelliwoods]

oh the urge to make and sell custom little 2al sticker sheets is so strong...