#you trembling chihuahua of a man

[issa-pheonyx]

RE8 Village Series?? Genderbend?👀

Just had a thought of listening so many edit audios and whatnot. I wanted to do like a yandere series based on a genderbend with a certain group...Lord Dimitrescu and his three sons: Benjamin, Daniel, and Cass. I'm filled with adrenaline inspo right now

[thelurchinghound]

ftm reader getting fucked by two monsters shoving their knots deep in his little cunt whiile hes tied up and just takes it

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Gender: FTM reader

Kinks/Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con(?), knotting, DP (double penetration), Dacryphilia, Teratophilia, Words like cunt, pussy, clit, etc used for reader. Hinted at werewolf monsters but I left it vague.

A/n: BRUH, I love this request, again I left the monsters up to the reader but I was thinking of my werewolf pack ocs. It took a little longer than I thought it would but it's fine. Kinda rushed at the end!

| OC(s) used: Monroe & Quinn | Words: 453 | Proofread by @bunnyscone | NSFW |

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"There you go, baby boy."

Monroe forced his cock farther into your pussy, stretching it out even more. A groan slipped from his maw, his tongue darting out to lick at your perky nipples. A small cry leaving your lips from the intrusion in your pussy.

"Can you hurry it up?" Quinn growled out, his claws digging into your plush thigh skin. Small red lines form in the trail of them. His cock throbs with need against your thigh, a knot at the base of his cock already swelling up, and he hasn't even started fucking you yet.

"No, I'll take however long I want to savior our little guest here." Monroe quips back, glowering down at Quinn. The two beasts start bickering back and forth, all while you are unhurriedly thrust into by Monroe. They sounded like two brothers arguing over a toy. Quinn was lying under you, your back to his chest, Monroe above you, tugging at one of Quinn's pointy ears.

Each thrust was slow and gentle, a surprise for how big and burly the monster was. Monroe's giant clawed hands hold onto the ropes that had you tied up, unable to move. You could do nothing against Monroe's ministrations or when Quinn slid his hand down to your pussy. His thumb started to rub your sensitive bud while the bigger man still thrust into you. Quinn's other hand holds open your trembling thighs from his place under you, chuckling slightly when your back arches off him.

"You said that last time with the last human!" 

That exclamation only got an eye-roll from Monroe, his sharp claws drilling further into the plush skin of your thighs. An annoyed grunt coming from on top of you. "God, you are insufferable. Like a yapping chihuahua that won't shut up." 

After a few minutes of the two going back and forth arguing about fucking you, Monroe ultimately relents. "Fine, fine! Whatever!" He says in a rolling growl, moving to spread open your thighs for Quinn. The smaller beast positioned his cock right at your stretched entrance, though, unlike Monroe, he doesn't push in slowly. Like an excited pup, he thrusts himself in. You were already stretched from Monroe's cock, but now with both cocks inside your dripping cunt it felt like you could've been split open. Their knots pressed together as they started to thrust. At first, it was graceless, but gradually, they got a rhythm down. 

Their thrust started getting harder, knots slipping in with every push in and out. The cave around them filled with grunts and moans of pleasure as the two beasts ravaged your tight cunt. Until they finally spilled inside you, their fat knots locking their cum inside.

[simonrillleyyysss]

based on that quiet reader x soap drabble you've written before I'd like to request something!! reader and soap being out with some of his friends who get too mean and insult Johnny because of how hyper and talkative he is:( and reader pushing away her timid and shy personally for the first time to defend him!! johnny being so so grateful, he really is! but the thought of his little angel going out of her comfort zone for him gets him so.fucking.hard. so he repays her at home if you catch my drift hehe

PLEASE!! YESYYEYSJSKSIDJ

sorry it’s short dyed my hair today and i’m tired

you’re out at a pub with johnny n’ his pals— sitting snuggled up against your lover in the crowded booth—face buried in his shoulder as you listened to the heated conversation continue, johnny yapping away like an excited chihuahua, he can’t help it!!

you’re so zoned out—but when you hear a vivid, ‘shut the fuck up, soap, you’re so loud.’ you’re snapping your head up and looking at johnny, watching his brows furrow before pausing his speech; your lips parting with soft trembles.

‘..shut up, he can talk if he wants to talk..!’

‘whatever.’

gets super awkward after that, none of his mates talk to you for the rest of the night, n’ you just feel like you’ve ruined it by speaking up :(( you should’ve just kept ur head down—let johnny defend himself, you’re always messing up—

‘y’alright, doll?’

‘yeken, thas’ brave what ye’ did back er’, specially’comin from ye’.

‘..you think?’

‘course, my wee lass standin’fer me? nothin’ braver, and hotter.’

that’s how you ended up with your cunt choking the man, crying out into your palm softly as you rode his face, listening to the lewd slurping sounds coming from beneath you, muffled by your pussy pressed against his tongue, his thick fingers digging into your hips!!

‘oh—johnny, ohmy—i need to get off..!’

‘dinnae’ do that, stay fer’me, toots.’

‘fuckin’ tasty, aye?’

he groaned into your folds, tongue lapping at the arousal forming, circling your clit like a precious pearl to be worshipped and protected; pressing it flat against the button before slowly moving it in languid movements.

‘ghaah—oh-oh, keep doing that, johnny..!’

‘that’s it.. spellin’ mae’ name on my girl, can hear her begging for more.’

his rough stubble rubbed against the insides of your thighs, tickling your cunny—the hair becoming wet with your excitement, whispering into your lower half.

doesn’t stop till ur gasping for air :3

[littlecrittereli]

Silly WK headcanon

to my knowledge we never see Chris or Martin drinking coffee in WKs, despite the fact they are OFTEN awake at the crack of dawn. The closest we've come to that is seeing Martin drinking what is presumably hot chocolate (Considering he's putting marshmallows into it)

And I guess you could argue Chris is drinking coffee because his doesn't have marshmallows, but I'd like to think its either tea or he just prefers his hot chocolate without marshmallows. CONSIDER: Martin has ADHD, so caffeine doesn't do anything for him, in fact it makes him tired. Something sugary like hot chocolate is a much more desirable morning drink. Sugar boosts dopamine and people with ADHD are constantly seeking out dopamine hits because their brain does not produce regulated amounts of it.

Chris has Anxiety (as seen on numerous occasions) and caffeine only heightens his anxiety. Something like tea would be a much better choice as to not start off his day already jittery.

This scene from little howler takes place in the morning, after they had been spooked from a cougar attack. Chris is trembling as he takes a sip from his thermos, something that is typically used to hold warm beverages like coffee. But we can see from the droplets spilling out, that it's just water. This man is already shaking like a chihuahua, he is NOT allowed to have coffee.

Anyways Martin is a hot chocolate drinker and Chris is a tea drinker, coffee is not allowed near them. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[eightyuh]

*waddles up to you trembling like a chihuahua* i could rlly go for some uppies right now man

[fandomxpreferences]

You Can't Kill Me

Masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!reader

TW:mentions of mental and physical abuse, mentions of violence, angst, I think thats it

Summary: Ward may be able to intimidate Rafe, but those tactics don't work on you.

Word Count:1.4k

A/N: I don't love how this turned out but im posting it anyway bc somebody needs to stand up for our boy

Ward Cameron is everything you hate wrapped up in a neat bow. He's greedy, selfish, and a manipulative liar. Worst of all, he plays the role of a doting husband and father in public.

He's a textbook abuser, all the way down to the carefully constructed smokescreen that gives the allusion of a perfect all-American family. It's all schmoozing and practiced laughter around anyone that's not his namesake, but the sharpened teeth come out behind closed doors. 

You've been dating Rafe for two years now, much to Ward's displeasure. Your boyfriend has skirted around the topic, insisting that his dad is just hard on him. 

However, after an entire lifetime of growing up around people like Ward, you see right through him. He's never shown his true colors to you; even going as far as calling you his daughter to maintain the elaborate ruse. 

Under the surface, he knows he can't con you and that makes you a threat. You're not easily manipulated and gaslit like the Cameron siblings, and he hates that you're a wild card in a neatly organized deck. 

He can play house all he wants, but you're painfully aware of the ugly truth. He hates you, and though Rafe has never told you as such, you know he's been whispering in your boyfriend's ear trying to sabotage the relationship since he first introduced you as his girlfriend. 

He's destroyed every single one of his son's relationships, and he despises the fact you can't be scared off.

When you first met Rafe, he was spiraling. He was knee-deep in a coke addiction and had rage issues that rivaled Hulk. He was lost and confused, completely shrouded in his father's shadow. The two of you started as friends while he worked on himself, and after a few months, he was in a better place. 

He's always credited you with saving him, though you insist that's not the case. 

"You swooped in and saved me, Y/N." Rafe whispers as he holds you under the sheets. You shake your head and glance up at him. 

"No, Rafe. I just gave you the strength to save yourself. You did all the hard work and you deserve the credit."

Though your boyfriend has made progress, he still doesn't stand up to his father the way he should. He takes the verbal lashings and occasional physical assaults with his head down, and Ward takes that as still having some form of control over his son. 

You're watching from behind a door as Ward lays into Rafe, screaming about how he fucked over the family and needs to 'man up'. It's been about ten minutes, and you've remained silent as your boyfriend shrinks into himself. 

However, you perk up when you hear your name mentioned and it occurs to you just how deranged the elder Cameron is. You know he's done some shady shit; Rafe has told you how dangerous he is and tried to protect you.

"This all started when Y/N came around. Maybe I need to kill your little pogue fling so you can start to see clearly again."

Rafe may be afraid to speak up but you're not, and Ward is about to find out just how sharp your tongue really is. 

"Many have tried, all have failed. I've gone toe to toe with men that make you look like a trembling chihuahua, Ward. What makes you think you'll get me before I get you?"

Both men look startled at your sudden presence as you emerge from the shadows with a wicked glint in your eye. 

"Your first mistake is assuming you're more dangerous than me." 

Rafe's eyes widen at the thinly veiled threat, and suddenly Ward's wrath is laser-focused on you. 

"What did you say?" 

You roll your eyes and take a step closer, never breaking eye contact. 

"You heard me." 

He turns back to Rafe now, his features softening as he prepares to play the victim. 

"Rafe, you have to see how bad she is for you. For us! You've changed, son."

You can see the turmoil in your boyfriend's blue eyes as they dart between you and his father, and block his body with yours. 

"You mean he's not as easy to manipulate and control. Rafe's been doing your dirty work for years. You turned him into your sick twisted little puppet and I cut the strings."

Ward's eyes darken and you smile as you realize you struck a sore nerve. Ward may be used to confrontation, but he's not used to someone else holding the reigns. He bites because he has to; it's the only way he can control the narrative he wrote. 

However, you bite because it's fun. Arguments have always been a pastime for you, something you've perfected over the years. Kooks may have Pogues beat in every other walk of life but when it comes to fighting, whether physical or otherwise, you'll always come out on top. 

Rafe's hand squeezes your waist and Ward practically snarls as the mask comes off. 

"Listen here you little bitch-"

He's cut off when you take another stride forward, now chest to chest with the man. 

"No, you listen you psychopathic piece of shit. Your reign of terror is over. You lost. Kook rules don't apply to me, and so help me God if you so much as raise a finger to me I will pump you full of lead and claim self-defense." 

He falters for a moment, genuinely taken aback at your brazen threat, before scoffing. 

"You think they'll believe a pogue?"

You can tell he thinks he's got you, but his face drops when you smile. 

"No, but they'll believe Rafe."

Ward's eyes narrow and he's so close to you now that you can feel his breath fanning across your face in short pants. 

"I'm your boyfriend's father."

He doesn't even sound like he believes himself and you recognize fear in his eyes as he tries to appear unphased. 

"Why do you think you're still breathing?"

You pause to allow him time to snark back, and when he doesn't you continue. 

"You may have everyone else fooled, but I see you for what you are. You blame everything on Rafe, but the reality is you're the one that fucked up. Everything Rafe has done was because of you."

You feel Rafe pull you back slightly and relax into his arms. 

"It's okay, Y/N."

You shake your head, eyes still burning holes into Ward. 

"No, he needs to hear this. Did Rafe make some bad choices? Yes. Did those choices bring heat to your family? Sure. But all he wanted was your love and approval. The difference between you two is that he did what he did because he thought it was the right thing. Everything you've done is for another dollar in your pocket, and you're okay with throwing your kids to the wolves if it means you come out ahead. You're disgusting." 

Ward lunges for you, and you don't even flinch before Rafe pushes you behind him. 

"Don't. She's right. My whole life I've been begging for your attention and acceptance. I'm done."

He doesn't give his father a chance to respond, grasping your hand in his and pulling you out the front door. He doesn't stop until he's buckled you into his Rover and he drives away from the sound of screaming and shattering glass. 

"I'm proud of you." 

His eyes leave the road for a split second to glance at the side of your face and you look over. 

"Thank you. For saying you're proud of me and also for defending me."

Your hand reaches out to grab his and you squeeze gently. 

"Of course. You know if you need me I'll come running."

He gives you a grateful smile and you hesitate for a second before continuing. 

"Also, if you ever want me to beat his ass just say the word."

You say it so casually and Rafe's laugh echoes off the windows. 

"I'm serious! Put us in a boxing ring and I'll show him how Pogues do things. Closed fist, no gloves or anything."

He shakes his head at your antics and brings your knuckles to his mouth to give them a soft kiss.

"Who knew my girl was so scary?" He teases and you feign offense. 

"Everyone except you apparently. You think of yourself as big bag Rafe Cameron, the toughest guy in OBX. Everybody else knows I'm the one they should really be afraid of." 

You can't even finish your sentence without laughing and your heart soars when he joins you.

"I love you." 

"I love you too, you big softie."

[dilf-in-peril]

What I like about Punk is that you can see the insanity in his eyes at all times. Least chill man alive. Internal chihuahua always trembling.

[kujakumai]

Random yugioh villains who have known Atem for all of five minutes will turn to him and say things like “Hey, have you considered that Yugi secretly hates you? Or that you’re secretly evil? Or that you were actually an awful evil king? And that everyone secretly hates you?” with no basis and against all evidence to the contrary and he will fall for it every single time. This man has the false confidence of a stage magician hiding the anxiety level of a trembling chihuahua.

[lynn-writes-things]

possessive - toji fushiguro x reader

aka the one where your toxic ex boyfriend Toji needs to remind you that you’re still his

wc: 2.5k

cw: hehe where do I begin 😅; 18+ only!!! ; dub-con ; technically non-con but not really??? ; possessive!toji ; toxic!toji ; he’s fuckin mean in this one ngl ; EXCESSIVE use of the word fuck ; rough sëx ; impact play (he uses his belt on you 😋) ; lots of manhandling ; f!ngering ; daddy k!nk (it’s toji duh) ; breeding k!nk ; uhhhhhhhh lemme know if I missed something!

"Toji Fushiguro, where the fuck are you!?" You yell, slamming the door to your house. He shouldn't be here, you broke up months ago, but you know him better. You saw the bastard earlier, on your way into the restaurant where your date just so happened to stand you up. Toji had been outside on his motorcycle, a cigarette resting between his lips as he flashed you his signature cocky grin and gave you a little two-fingered salute. Immediately, your eyes had narrowed, and when you got inside, you waited and waited, but your date never came.

Did it shock you? No. Toji's always been possessive, this is not the first man that he's chased off after the break up, and you knew that it would not be the last.

Unsurprisingly, the devil himself presents himself to you, walking out of the kitchen with a glass of whiskey in hand, taking a sip as he flashes you that fucking grin again. "Took your sweet time gettin' here, doll." He teases, downing the rest of the glass in two gulps before setting the glass down on the counter behind him.

"Don't you fucking 'doll' me, you fucking asshole." You spat, tossing your purse to the ground by the door and angrily stalking over to him, glaring up at the taller man. Truth be told, Toji was trying his best to hold back laughter - you remind him of a fucking chihuahua when you get so mad at him. All bark, and no bite. It's adorable to him, really. "What the fuck did you do?"

"What'd'ya mean, princess?"

"Quit with the fucking names!" You yell. "You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about, now answer me - what the fuck did you fucking do?"

Toji clicks his tongue, fed up with that mouth of yours. His gaze goes to the ceiling before settling back on you, green eyes ablaze with barely sheathed anger, crossing his arms across his muscular chest and glowering down at you. You swallow the newly formed lump in your throat and try to fight the urge to cower away from his looming figure. But you've done this dance for far too long, and you refuse to back down this time.

"I suggest you watch your fucking mouth." The teasing nature had left his voice, and Toji can see the fear pass over your eyes. You know that he'd never hurt you - except for in the bedroom - but Toji was still an incredibly intimidating man. Even to you, even after years of knowing him - hell, maybe that made you even more intimidated by him.

"Yeah? Or fucking what? You're in my house, asshole, the hell are you gonna do?" You spit, glaring up at him, praying that your body isn't trembling.

It's sudden, the way that Toji's large hand grabs your arm in a bruising grip, pushing you against the wall. His other arm comes up to cage you in. His breathing is heavy, glaring down at you with anger burning in his venomous eyes - he's pissed. Yeah, you've known Toji for a long ass time, but this is the first time that you've actually been scared of him.

"What am I gonna do?" He repeats your question, voice full of venom. "I'll tell ya' what I'm gonna fuckin' do, I'm gonna remind you who the fuck you belong to, doll."

"G-Get off of me! I don't belong to anyone, especially not you." You try to hold your ground, pretending like your eyes aren't threatening to fill with fearful tears. Pretending like you're not breathing erratically, like you're not fucking terrified.

Toji merely scoffs, his lips twitching up in a dangerous smirk. He quickly snatches up both of your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand and situating himself so that one of his legs is between your thighs. You're vaguely aware of the tense muscle of his thigh pressed against your clit, trying not to think about it. Toji's free hand now comes to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him, to meet his intense gaze. "That's where you're wrong, pretty girl. You're mine, always gonna fuckin' be mine, you fuckin' hear me?" He growls, tightening his grip on your wrists, making you stifle a whimper at the pain. You're shamed, really, at the heat that's pooling between your legs, and you're desperate not to show it.

"T-Toji, you're hurting me." You seethe, trying to pull your arms free to no avail. He doesn't budge, not that you expect him to, Toji only chuckles bitterly under his breath, bringing his face closer to yours, practically snarling at you when he says, "Yeah? Tell me you're mine and I'll let you go."

"I'm not-" His hand tightens, free hand dropping from your chin down to your neck, giving your throat a warning squeeze.

"Try again."

"I-I'm not fucking yours!" You yell, you know that it's a wrong move when he squeezes the sides of your neck tighter, cutting off your oxygen supply. He's getting off on this, the panic in your eyes, because he can see right past it - he can see the lust hidden behind the fear.

"Ya' think so, huh?" He says lowly, voice practically a growl. In an instant, he rips his fist from your neck, fingers pushing up the hem of your dress and slipping straight past your panties, sliding between your folds. "Then why's this little pussy so fuckin' wet right now?"

"T-Toji, stop-" He shoves two of his thick fingers into your cunt, met with little resistance, but the intrusion makes you gasp. "Stop!"

"C'mon now, darlin', we both know you don't want me to do that." He smirks, fingers curling expertly to find your sweet spot, making you involuntarily whine and grind your hips down against his hand. "This pretty lil' pussy knows exactly who she belongs to. She's fuckin' gushin' for me, doll." There are tears in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks that burn with embarrassment, because you know that Toji's right, and you hate it.

"Toji, st- ah!" His thumb starts to circle your clit as his fingers continue abusing your g-spot. Toji attaches his lips to your neck, nipping at the spots that he knows are particularly sensitive. Your legs begin to shake as he continues his assault, biting your lip to try and prevent yourself from giving him the satisfaction of hearing you moan for him.

"Quit fuckin' acting like you aren't loving this." He snarls, biting harder with intent to leave a mark. "You'd rather act like a little slut, huh? That it? Rather give this pussy to the first horny bastard you see that ain't me?" He seethes, picking up his pace. You whine loudly at his words and at the force at which he's finger-fucking you, feeling the coil in your belly threatening to snap under his ministrations. Toji knows it to, knows exactly how close you are, so he slows his movements until his fingers still all together.

"N-No!" You whimper at the loss. "P-Please..!"

"Please?" He mocks, clucking as he pulls back to look you in the eyes again - he looks just short of deranged, and somehow that only serves to make your walls clench around his fingers. "You know what I wanna hear, pretty girl. If you wanna cum, ya' just have to admit it." He moves his fingers again, agonizingly slowly, making you whimper against your will.

You're stubborn, defiant to a fault, and while those are qualities that Toji loves about you, he fucking despises it right now. The hand around your wrists pulls you forward just to slam you back against the wall, curling his fingers right against your sweet spot. You look up at him with dazed, desperate eyes, filled with lust and tears - tears that Toji leans in and slowly licks up with a sinful groan. "I'm not fucking repeating myself, slut."

"'M yours.." You meekly whimper, swallowing your pride, your eyes looking anywhere but him as your cheeks burn even hotter. Toji chuckles, heart swelling with pride as he finally starts moving his fingers inside of you again.

"What was that, doll? A lil' louder f'me."

"I-I'm yours!" You cry out now, feeling the coil tightening again. "P-Please, Toji! I'm yours, 'm yours, please let me cum!"

"Uh-uh, not so fast, darlin'," He smirks wickedly, his hand finally dropping from your wrists to lift you up by your thighs, kneading the flesh there as he carries you into your bedroom. "Only way you're gonna cum is on daddy's cock." He says as he practically throws you down onto the mattress and wastes no time in stripping his shirt off, his pants following soon after. The familiar clink of his belt buckle is enough to make you shiver. Toji chuckles at the reaction as he kicks his pants and boxers to the side.

"Should I use that on ya'? Huh, pretty girl? Want daddy to use his belt on that sweet ass of yours?" He taunts, picking the leather belt back up and folding it, slapping it against the palm of his hand once, and you instinctively tense up. You're nodding before you realize it, your eyes widening when you catch your body's betrayal. "Hm, think you're right. Been such a naughty little bitch, haven't you? Think you need a punishment for how you were runnin' that dirty little mouth of yours earlier, too." He kneels on the bed, flipping you over onto your belly, not wasting time with the zipper to your dress, Toji opts to just rip the flimsy fabric off of your body instead. Any excuse to show off his strength, because he knows how much it turns you on.

"T-Toji!" You yelp at the sound of ripping fabric. "That was expensive!"

"Yeah fuckin' right," He replies, giving your panties the same treatment, tossing the torn garment by his pants, so that he can remember to snag them on his way out. "Now, where were we?" He taunts, lifting your hips so that you're on your knees, keeping your face pressed against the sheets. You yelp in shock and pain when the leather comes down hard against your ass with no warning. "That's right, daddy's gotta punish his disobedient lil' fuckdoll, don't he?" He chuckles. "Better count, babe." He says as he brings the belt down against your ass again.

"T-Two..?" You say in an unsure voice, not sure if he expected you to count the first one or not.

"Atta girl." He praises, landing another smack.

"Thre-ee!" You whine. "H-How many are you gonna..?" Toji chuckles darkly, dangerously, as he leans forward, pressing his chest against your upper back until his lips are grazing the shell of your ear. "As many as I fuckin' want." He leans back onto his knees to deliver two snaps of the belt in quick succession, you squeaking out the numbers.

"You wanted to be such a little slut, right? Wanted to let all these different men fuck this pretty lil' pussy? My lil' pussy?" The leather makes contact with your ass again. "Y'have any idea how bad that hurt daddy? Watchin' my baby tryin' to whore herself out like that?" He growls, snapping the leather of the belt against your ass even harder than before for several more harsh smacks until you're sobbing out the numbers.

"You. Are. Fucking. Mine, Y/N." He growls, one last smack before he's tossing the belt aside. "Don't you ever fuckin' forget it again." In one quick motion, he slams his cock inside of you, bottoming out in one deep thrust despite your shout of pain at the sudden intrusion. It'd been months since you last felt his massive cock inside of you, but Toji gives you no time to adjust, starting up a rapid pace immediately.

"T-Toji! Wait, p-please! Too big!" You cry, tears streaming down your face and staining the sheets below. If not for his hands holding your hips up, you'd collapse onto the bed.

"Aww, you can take it, doll." He coos, one hand reaching around to rub at your clit, helping your body relax. "C'mon now, make daddy proud." You can't stop your cry of pleasure as his thick cock hits all the right spots, the pain quickly subsiding as pleasure wins over. The pace of his hips increases, as does the speed of his calloused fingers on your clit.

"Daddy, please!" You gasp, feeling your twice-stolen orgasm quickly approaching yet again. "Gonna cum!"

"Who do you belong to?" He grunts, leaning over you again. Your hips fall as his free hand comes to brace himself beside your head, all the while his other hand never lets up on your clit.

"Y-You! 'M yours, daddy!" You cry out, desperate for release.

"Nuh-uh, baby, say my fuckin' name. Now.. Who. Do you. Belong to?" He snarls, each word is punctuated by particularly sharp thrusts, his pace turning positively feral now.

"Toji! Toji, I'm yours! 'M yours, I'm all fucking yours! O-Oh my god, Toji!" You scream his name as your orgasm hits you like a truck, your pussy gushing around him, squeezing his cock like a vice. Toji isn't far behind you, hearing you crying out for him like that the last straw as hot ropes of his cum explodes inside of you, painting your insides white.

"Fuck yeah, baby - fuck yeah. Good fuckin' girl, princess - fuck!" He grunts, shallowly thrusting into you, riding out his high while your pussy milks all the cum from his cock before he practically collapses on top of you.

"Maybe if I knock ya' up, you'll remember who you belong to, yeah?" He whispers huskily as he rolls off of you, turning you around onto your back and shoving a pillow underneath your ass to keep your hips elevated, not wanting a single drop of his cum to leak out. You can barely process a thing he's saying, your head still buzzing from your high, eyes still hazy as you look at him with utter cock-drunk adoration. "Y'want that, right doll? Wanna have daddy's baby?" He lays down beside you, head propped up by his hand, free hand coming to caress your belly. Dumbly, you nod your head, one of your shaky hands coming to rest on top of his.

"Wanna have your baby." You echo breathlessly. Toji thinks that you're beautiful always, always, but his favorite sight that he's ever seen is this. Right after he's fucked you dumb, and you're so sweet, so compliant with everything he says or does.

Unfortunately for you, your dazed confession stirs his cock back to life, primal hunger filling his eyes once again. He sits back up on his knees between your thighs, lining his cock back up with your slippery entrance and hooking your legs over his shoulders. He's slow in how he slides into you this time, more gentle, leaning over you and folding your body in half while he steals your lips in a searing kiss that has just a hint of desperation.

Toji is a strong man, no doubt. He's intimidating, feared, has a bad reputation, and he prides himself in having no weaknesses anymore. Well.. Almost. Toji does have one, huge weakness.. And that weakness has always been you.

"Let's fuckin' make you a mommy then, darlin'. You're not leavin' this fuckin' room til I have you all nice and pregnant."

[shotmrmiller]

König would be so adorable...

waking you up gently as he approaches the bed with a plate of burnt breakfast and his apron with kissing the cook write on it 🫠

There is one only problem.

You have to eat in front of him...

The burnt breakfast.

Would you?

for my sweet, trembling chihuahua man i would. fuck it we baaalllll.

can you imagine how genuinely excited he'd look if you told him that you love it?

my heart IS MELTING. GOD.

[hmshermitcraft]

Etho gets so stressed so fast it's concerning.

Tango knew that Etho'd love decked out, what he didn't know is that after every run Etho has to lie down for a while because he's shaking more than a Chihuahua in the snow. After his first run tango actually pulled Etho aside to make sure he's ok, make sure the dungeon didn't cross any lines. Etho reassured him everything was fine but did ask to have this conversation sitting down.

Etho is fine, running the dungeon is exhilarating and stressful but nothing but fun, and his body copes by shaking a mile a minute for a while. Not to mention that his heart beats so fast he can feel it in his feet but that's neither here nor there.

Secret life has only just started and the poor man can't catch a break. His task is very difficult for the first one, in his opinion, and he's crafting his terrible shrine when Cleo rolls up and scares the shit out of him. He lies, she somehow believes him, tango and skizz show up, Grian calls five minutes. Good gods he's fighting for his life out here!!

It's not the heart pounding, shake your bones like maracas stress of decked out, but the quiet, "o shit" stress of "please for the love of all you deem sacred can you just give me your bed".

Cleo tags along, she keeps mentioning his task, "just give me a moment and I'll be a normal person" "don't guess please just gimme a sec"

Poor guy. It doesn't help that his stress is projected out to the world via fox ears and tail. His ears flatten and swivel and flick against his will and completely out of control, same deal with the tail, so everyone knows that Etho is stressed because he looks like the saddest little guy on the side of the road in the rain. Someone save him, someone help this poor fox, let him nap.

Being so obviously stressed so frequently has it's perks though. Any hermit will sit or lay with him until he feels better, Cleo teases him briefly before wrapping themself around him and cooing, sounds that Etho might have been offended by if they weren't so soothing. Tango holds his hands till they stop shaking, Grian reminds him that the stakes feel high in the moment but they really aren't, even Lizzie lets him chill in her Pretty Pink Bed for a while.

-s etho has been stressed out in every video for like 3 weeks

He's tired to hide his fox features under a hat or hood before, but they knocked themselves free and made the situation so much worse.

The trembling looks terrible, but the worst thing for him is the tummy aches. It's as if his body is like, "oh, you're stressed about something? Let's give you something worse to stress about!" He's not a big fan. Lying is already one of his worst skills!

Those moments where his partners and friends go out of their way to look out for him make it worth it, though. Even if it's a response he can't control, he knows they're looking out for him. If he ever needs serious help, they'll be there. It's reassuring - something his anxious self clearly needs.

[fuck-customers]

The amount of stupid blonde valley girls from California that have been caught stealing in the store I work at is absurd.

The way they steal is actually laughable cause they try to flaunt their white/pretty privilege by being fake nice like “WOWWWW I LOVE THIS STORE I WANNA WORK HERE HAHAHA :)”

then when you’re not looking they try to shove things in their purse & walk out but when our security grabs them they start TREMBLING like a fucking chihuahua & go pale in the face.

People gotta realize stealing in a liberal blue state is not the same as stealing in a conservative red state. Yes, we fucking grab people here. Yes we will follow you on foot & grab you. If you try to jump in your car we’re just gonna stand blocking it so you can’t leave until the police come. We have proof of you stealing what the hell else do you expect?

What these girls probably don’t even realize is if she was a black man she would have gotten SHOT AT. If it wasn’t for the fact these girls try to steal in a “docile” manner plus they have white privilege then they literally could have been shot at. I don’t like guns myself but people here are trigger happy for an excuse to use their guns so please if you’re gonna steal save it for states where people don’t own guns.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chrissy was nervous. Today was her first day back at school since it all happened. It was an entire month of bed rest, healing, and trips to the lab to be prodded by the doctors who took over Hawkins Lab. Will had already gone back to school since he wasn't as messed up as she was. Her black eye had healed, but the claw mark that ran through her eyebrow and over her cheek would always be there to remind her. As well as the scar on her stomach and her leg. At least she can still cheer and play softball.

"Chrissy, honey, there's a phone call for you," Claudia said, popping her head into her room.

"When did the phone ring?" Chrissy asked as she headed into the living room to pick up the phone. "Hello?"

"Lady Henderson!" Argyle's voice yelled from the receiver.

"Argy!" Chrissy exclaimed happily.

"Hey, figured I would send you some positive energy your way since it's your first day and all," Argyle said.

"Thank you," Chrissy said and sighed. "I wish you were here with me."

"Yeah, man, me too, but Mama insists I finish out the school year," Argyle said and paused. "I just think she's having a hard time letting go of the house. I keep telling her it's not the house that makes the home but the people in it."

"That's actually nice," Chrissy said. "You know, Jonathan wishes you were coming to school with us this year too. I think he's more eager than I am to see you."

"Yeah, the dude's a good egg," Argyle said casually. "Dude's riddled with anxiety, though. He's like one of those trembling chihuahuas."

"So, you think he needs someone like you to help calm him down?" Chrissy asked teasingly.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. A little purple palm tree delight could definitely help that boy out," Argyle said and sighed. "Oh, man, I feel the sudden urge to call Jonathan."

"Maybe you can catch him before he leaves. I need to finish getting ready, anyway," Chrissy said.

"Good luck, fair lady!" Argyle exclaimed.

Chrissy pulled a dark purple cardigan over her dark blue turtleneck and slipped on her shoes before letting her hair down. It made the scar less noticeable. A car honked outside, and she frowned. She looked outside and found Steve’s car waiting for her. Nancy. Chrissy smiled.

"Oh, Nancy called earlier and asked if you guys wanted a ride. Dusty already accepted," Claudia said.

Chrissy rolled her eyes affectionately. She gave her mom a hug and a kiss before letting her fuss over her. Dustin dragged her out the door as she was pulling on her jacket, holding her hand protectively.

"I don't even know why you're coming to school anyway," Dustin said. "It won't be long now before we're getting off for Christmas break."

"I just need to get out of the house, and I'm ready to go back," Chrissy said. "I'm going to be okay, Dustin."

"It's just that they're already going hard on Will with the whole Zombie boy thing, and now you have a nickname too," Dustin said.

"I can handle a few assholes, Dustin. You do remember what I survived, don't you?" Chrissy asked softly.

Ever since she came back from the Upside Down, both her mother and her brother had been awfully clingy to her. Overprotective was the word for it, which she understood. She had been clingy to them as well and with Will.

"I know," Dustin frowned.

Chrissy hugged him tightly before moving towards Steve’s car. Nancy was in the passenger's seat, and Robin was surprisingly in the back. Dustin slid into the middle seat beside Robin while Chrissy slid in next to him.

"Thanks for the ride," Chrissy said.

"No, problem," Steve said. "Nancy was worried about you."

"Just Nancy?" Chrissy asked.

"I mean, I was too, of course. I didn't want you to face those assholes without backup," Steve said.

"Is this how you got Robin to come?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, no, me and Steve are best friends now. Platonic with a capital p," Robin said.

"Yeah, you would think they were twins instead of me and Robin," Nancy rolled her eyes.

"So, you're not worried that Robin's going to steal your boyfriend?" Dustin asked.

"No," Nancy, Steve, Robin, and Chrissy all laughed.

It was in that moment that Nancy, Steve, and Chrissy realized they all knew about Robin being a lesbian. They laughed again, leaving Dustin in the dark.

"Am I missing something?" Dustin asked.

"Yes, Dusty, but you have to be a higher level to unlock that secret," Chrissy said seriously.

"Oh, shit, how high?" Dusty asked. "And what level am I at right now?"

"Pretty low, little man, but I think you can get there," Robin said, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Okay, what creatures are we talking about here? What do I have to fight?" Dustin asked.

"Demogorgon," Robin shrugged. "Several of them."

"Okay, do I get the assistance of my party members?" Dustin asked.

"No, on your own," Robin said.

"Well, that's bullshit!" Dustin cursed.

"Chrissy never shuts up about how smart you are, I'm sure you can figure it out," Steve grinned.

"Thanks, Chrissy," Dustin said and leaned forward. "What's my strategy here, Steve?"

"You know, Nancy's pretty good at that too, you know," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, Steve and Nancy, what's my strategy?" Dustin asked.

"Talk to Steve," Nancy said in amusement.

"Flirt with them," Steve said snapping his fingers.

"Oh, you would be one of those people. Just flirt with the monsters," Dustin said, rolling his eyes. "You're not allowed to play with us."

"Damn, just when I was working up the courage to ask you if I could," Steve said.

"Really?" Dustin asked eagerly.

"Yeah, no," he said with a smirk as Dustin huffed, sitting back.

Chrissy, Nancy, and Robin laughed as Dustin continued to argue with Steve. She always knew that Steve would get along great with her little brother. The arguing made the journey to school seemingly go by quickly. As soon as Chrissy stepped out of the car, a blurry figure rammed into her stomach and hugged her tightly. She laughed as she hugged Will back.

"Jeeze, Will, you almost ran her over," Jonathan said in amusement.

"I'm just really excited to see you," Will said. "I'm just happy you're back. Are you nervous?"

"A little," Chrissy said as Will pulled back. "I guess Argyle wasn't able to call you before you guys left."

"Damn, no, he was going to call?" Jonathan asked, his eyes lighting up, his cheeks pink.

"Yeah, this morning when he got off the phone with me," Chrissy said and laughed when Jonathan pouted.

"He won't stop talking about him," Will whispered, and Jonathan jabbed him in the side.

"Go on with Dustin to school, butthead," Jonathan said, rolling his eyes.

The group walked towards the school and tried parting through the crowds of students trying to escape the cold. It took a minute for Chrissy to realize that they were walking behind Eddie Munson. She smiled, and it was gone just as quick. Suddenly, Eddie slipped, falling backward in her direction. Chrissy managed to catch him in time but not without falling on her butt. Eddie looked up at her in surprise.

"Hi," Eddie said breathlessly. "I'm sorry."

"Are you apologizing for falling for me?" Chrissy asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, I mean no! Jesus, I'm sorry, but that's just cheesy for someone so. . .," Eddie trailed off, his cheeks pink.

"Someone so what?" She asked.

"You look familiar," Eddie said, squinting his eyes at her.

"Yeah?" She asked hopefully.

"Eddie," a boy with curly hair said, bursting through the crowd. "Why is Chrissy Henderson cradling you like a baby?"

"Oh, you're - OH SHIT!" Eddie screamed.

Suddenly, Eddie was flipping her over and cradling the back of her head. Now, he was on top of her, and an icicle had crashed to the ground near their heads. Their faces were so close together that Chrissy could feel his breath on her face.

"Awww, the witch and the freak!" Someone from the crowd exclaimed.

"A matchmade in hell!" Someone else hollered.

"Is that what they've been saying about me?" Chrissy asked.

"Sorry," Eddie muttered.

"I wonder what their babies would look like," someone cackled.

"A lot better than your parents'!" Steve snapped.

"Oh, damn," someone said. "I think he's saying you're ugly, Kenny."

"Yeah, thanks, I didn't get that."

"There's nothing to see here!" Steve exclaimed. "Get inside!"

Steve and Nancy quickly helped them up as the crowd started to dissipate.

"You saved me," Chrissy beamed at Eddie.

"You saved me first," Eddie winked. "See you around, Henderson."

He disappeared into the crowd with the curly haired boy. Chrissy watched the spot where he stood for a moment, grinning and blushing. She was startled out of it by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She looked over to find Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan looking at her.

"What?"

"So, when you guys inevitably have grandchildren, are you guys going to tell them about this moment?" Steve asked, and Jonathan laughed.

"Shut up, Steve," Chrissy said, but she was struggling not to laugh with him.

"So, is this crush on Eddie Munson new, or have you always known?" Nancy asked they walked inside.

"I do not have a crush," Chrissy rolled her eyes.

"Oh! Look! Eddie's coming this way!" Steve exclaimed.

"Where?!" Chrissy asked, peering over the crowd.

She stood back and glared at him as he laughed. She punched him in the shoulder.

"Asshole," Chrissy said.

"That was kind of evil, man," Jonathan smirked.

"No, that was fucking hilarious," Robin said as she high fived Steve.

"It was kind of funny," Nancy admitted.

"Okay, fine, fine. . .it all started in middle school. . ."

The first few periods, Chrissy was fine. The distraction of the lessons managed to get her through it. . .until it all started to slow down. She became more aware of the people surrounding her and the nickname that spilled from their lips. Chrissy the Witch. Apparently, the scar on her face wasn't enough for them to believe that she took on a bear with a knife and survived. She had to have used magic. Chrissy actually wasn't bothered by the nickname (it was actually cool), but it was the sounds of their voices and their close proximity. It was all so. . .overwhelming. She could feel everything and hear everything. She could hear ringing in her ears, and then for a moment, she was back there. . .back in the Upside Down. The hallways were covered in vines, the particles were swirling in the air, and a dark shape was moving towards her. A voice echoed in the darkness, calling her name. Suddenly, she was back in the real world, and someone dove at her, pretending to be a bear. She screamed and reacted quickly by slamming her fist in his face.

"You bitch!" Tommy Hagan cursed as he held his bloody nose.

Chrissy didn't even bother apologizing. She took off and found the nearest empty classroom. She entered and slammed the door behind her, locking it. Chrissy turned around and pressed her back to the door. She was in the science lab, and Eddie was sitting at one of the tables, a notebook in front of him. Eddie's mouth was open, looking comically surprised to see her.

"I broke Tommy Hagan's nose with my fist," Chrissy blurted out.

"What the fuck?!" Eddie exclaimed and then he laughed. "So, you punched him."

Chrissy sighed and plopped down next to him. She winced and rubbed her hand.

"You know, punching someone hurts both parties," Chrissy replied.

Eddie chuckled and took her hand, rubbing her knuckles gently. Chrissy bit her lip, trying to contain the squeal that was ready to burst out of her.

"That's true. So, what did Tommy Hagan do to incur the wrath of Chrissy Henderson?" Eddie asked.

"He pretended to be a bear when I was in the middle of. . .having a thing," Chrissy said. "He made it look like he was attacking me, and it startled me."

"That fucker deserved it," Eddie said as he continued to massage her knuckles. "I'm sorry he did that."

"I bet he's sorry too," Chrissy grinned.

"I bet he is," Eddie cackled. "You know, this isn't the first time that we hung out."

"It's not?" She asked innocently.

"Yeah, I mean, it was a few years ago at the Talent Show. My head was buzzed, and I didn't have these awesome tatties," Eddie said and flipped the hand that was holding Chrissy's to show her his puppet tattoo on his forearm. "My band - "

"Corroded Coffin! How could I forget?!" Chrissy said teasingly.

"I don't know, you're a freak," Eddie giggled.

"I think you mean witch," she corrected. "You're the freak."

"The witch and the freak," he smiled.

"I was totally messing with you," Chrissy said, pausing. "I do remember that day. It was a hard day to forget."

"Right. . .cause of your mom," Eddie said softly.

Chrissy almost made a wistful noise with her mouth as she gazed into his chocolate brown eyes.

"My birth mom, actually. Claudia Henderson is my true mother," Chrissy said. "I mean, Laura will always be my mom. There's no denying it. She's actually up at Pennhurst, I visit her sometimes. She's actually doing better, but she's not ready to leave. She's probably going to be there forever, but she's happy there, and she's happy that I am happy where I am. So, I'm glad it all worked out."

"Then I'm glad too," Eddie said. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your dad?"

"Left town when it all happened. Who knows what happened to him, and I don't particularly care," Chrissy muttered.

"I have a dad who comes in and out of my life. My mom's been dead since I was six. My uncle's pretty much the only one who is there for me, I mean, besides Hellfire and my best friend Ronnie," Eddie said.

"So, you get it?" She asked softly.

"Yeah," Eddie said. "I never thanked you for cheering for me."

"You deserved it," Chrissy said.

"Well, if you ever need me to cheer for you. . .," Eddie grinned.

"You willing to wear the skirt that goes with cheering someone on?" Chrissy asked as Eddie leaned on his elbow, his cheek pressed into his free hand.

"Oh, yeah," Eddie grinned.

"You know, some people would find that hot," Chrissy teased.

Eddie snorted with laughter, causing his elbow to slip off the table and his head to hit the table. He dropped her hand with a groan and rubbed his forehead. Chrissy stood up to look at his forehead, not thinking about the fact that she was standing in between his legs.

"Well, what's the prognosis?" Eddie asked.

"Hmmm, you're an idiot, but you'll live," Chrissy said as she stroked the spot between his eyes.

"That's good, I like living," Eddie said.

"So, we had a funny interaction, a shared childhood memory, and we exchanged trauma. You totally made yourself look like an idiot. . .are we friends yet?" Chrissy asked.

"Friends? Yeah. . .friends," Eddie gulped.

Chrissy suddenly realized how close they were and that Eddie's hand had found its way to her hip to steady her. Friends? Why in hell did she say that? Her eyes dropped to his lips. . .his perfectly plump lips. BAM! A bird flew into the window, startling both of them and causing them both to shriek. Chrissy stumbled back, knocking over her stool.

"JESUS H CHRIST!" Eddie yelled out as he clutched his chest.

Chrissy picked up the stool and set it back up before sitting back on it. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she tried to take deep breaths to steady it.

"Tell me about what you were doing so I can calm myself down. You're working on your campaign, right?" She asked. "My little brother plays."

"Yeah, yeah, I can do that," Eddie said. "Jesus."

After spending time with Eddie, Chrissy managed to make it throughout the day. She met Steve and Nancy out by his car.

"So, how was your day?" Nancy asked.

"Well, it was going pretty great until I felt overwhelmed, and I was remembering what it was like there. Then Tommy Hagan pretended like he was a bear attacking me, so I broke his nose. I ran to the science lab where Eddie was working on his campaign, and just as we were about to kiss a fucking bird flew into the window scaring the hell put of us pretty much ruining the mood," Chrissy said.

"Jesus," Steve said.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked.

"I mean, it could have been better, but it was pretty good considering I made friends with Eddie, and I got to slug Tommy H in the nose. I'm looking forward to seeing what it looks like tomorrow," Chrissy grinned.

"God, I wish I could have seen that," Steve said.

"Well, he's an idiot so there's a good chance it's going to happen again," Chrissy said, and they both laughed.

It wasn't long before Robin was also meeting them by the car and then Dustin, who threw his arms around Chrissy. Despite all that happened, she looked forward to the next day, and the next day after that. Eddie's dimpled grin swam in her head.

Chapter Five

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MAC OHHH MY FUCKING GOD. ONE OF THE EPISODES OF A SHOW EVER HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL AFTER THIS???? HOW???? how long is he going to be FUCKING DEAD FOR!!!! the ashe & mark argument that i felt deep within my soul & miserable on behalf of both parties about them!!! dakotaisms!!! the fucking like. genre conflict of their sillygoofy teen titans shenanigans with a real world where there r men with guns who will simply kill you!! THEYRE WEEKENDING AT BERNIES WILLIAM WISPS PURPLE MORPH SUIT COVERED CORPSE. kicking down your door with a loud bang & then just standing there wild eyed kind of shaking and trembling like a chihuahua

DUUUUDE DUDE DUDE DUDE HEAH. FUCK. s1e19 definitely one of my favorites of all time. i listened to that one during the back half of my shift this afternoon and got to the ashe/mark argument just as i was starting pm checks.... standing in the cramped laundry room in the basement washing my filter socks like

i think about them so much dude. AND THEYRE BOTH RIGHT. WHICH MAKES IT HURT MORE. LIKE. BOTH THEIR SIDES ARE SO REAL. i cannot wait for u to learn more about them pleaseeeee i need 2 talk winters family analysis with you when you get to . certain parts. season 2 is gonna fucking wreck u i know it.

BUT. THEY BALANCE IT OUT WITH THE SILLIES SO VERY FUCKING WELL. GOD. good fucking show dude. good fucking show !!!!!! williams ghost throwing ice cubes at mark while his fucking. rotting corpse sits in the bathtub!!! what thefuck man

[hooved]

i like how regular universe quark is the bad bi rep who’s always sucking and fucking (compliment) and then you go to the mirror universe where every single person is bad bi rep who’s always sucking and fucking and mirror quark is just this sweet little trembling chihuahua of a man

[11x13kyle]

Pardonne-moi if you have answered this already BUT what is your take on stendy hcs that they date into high school and its only THEN that stan realizes his feelings for kyle but feels “stuck” with wendy

i disagree with it because i can’t see wendy putting up with that shit past like age 15 at the LATEST. she would not want to be in a stagnant relationship with a DL gay man who trembles like a chihuahua with a doggy klonopin prescription every time she sticks her tongue down her throat. no wayyyyyyyyyy