#you're a big soft sheep dog

[astracora]

I continue to buy every stupid fucking accessory just so I can see what this dumb fucking asshole says. He never disappoints. Yes Sy let's have a goddamn party with the twins, you're always sweet, stupid man 😭😭💖

[konigsblog]

odd choice for hybrid ask, feel free to skip this but!

german shepherd Soap/lamb reader/wolf Simon!

Reader is just a dumb little lamb that wanders too close to the fence and ended up getting mounted by big bad wolf simon!

And Soap is no better too! he's supposed to take care of you, just for him to 'herd' you into the corner and fucked you silly!

bad dogs :((!

oh, anon... you're killing me with this fantastic concept, thank you !!

tw: non-con, dubcon, dog-human hybrid, wolf-human hybrid, sheep-human hybrid.

dead dove: do not eat. MDNI, 18+

In fact, johnny has a whole house to sleep in, his owner being a strict and stern man, price. johnny finds himself sneaking out at nighttime when he's supposed to be fast asleep, sneaking off into the woods in the dusk night to find his wolf, simon, curled in his nest. they're mucking around; playing and tugging at eachother like dogs do — until something catches their attention, a soft whimper, almost a ‘baa..’ sound.

simon being a wolf can already sense the strong grassy scent, he huffs until he finds a trail, a little lamb curled up in fear when she sees two dogs, feral and wild. simon tried not to use you, he did try. but, being a wolf is difficult; he has needs and a strong obsession with sheep and lamb's, their vulnerability. he digs his canines into the back of your neck, taking you over to his nest while german-shepard!soap sniffs you, his tail wagging erratically with curiosity. johnny watches and learns as simon humps and mounts your ass, sliding his thick and veiny cock between your wet folds, his growls and snarls deep and threatening.

his claws get mangled in your curly fur, drawing blood and crimson as it covers your coat. just like johnny had learned, he begins grinding against you as if he was in heat, humping you ‘til he finishes over you. a stupid, sheep-human hybrid getting lost, with two cruel dogs. :(

johnny, of course, has to go home eventually. price smells the strong scent of grass from your fur, sweat and sex. whilst bathing him, he asks about the pungent smell, but he's left without an answer and let's johnny go out for a while regardless.

johnny finds wolf!simon growling and sinking his teeth onto your neck and ear, raping you whilst you bleed. :(

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie tiptoed into his bedroom and pressed a finger to his lips. Chrissy was fast asleep, curled up on the other side of the bed.

"Are you sure she'll be okay with this?" Steve asked.

"Of course, your parents are home. Chrissy understands that more than anyone. Why do you think she's here so much?" Eddie whispered.

"Because she's your girlfriend, and she likes spending time with you?" Steve asked.

"Well, that, too," Eddie grinned. "According to her, it's a thousand times better here than her house."

"I agree," he whispered.

"Thank God, we have a house now instead of that tiny ass trailer. Doubt we could have fit all of us," Eddie said.

Eddie slid into the bed behind Chrissy and patted the empty spot next to him. Steve crawled in behind him and let Eddie throw the covers over them.

"Goodnight, and thank you for letting me stay here," Steve said.

"Anytime, big boy," Eddie said.

It was early in the morning when Chrissy woke before anyone else. She smiled at Eddie, his face pressed to the pillow. She always loved watching him sleep. His arm was thrown over her, and she touched it, her hand trailing upward until it came into contact with the arm that was wrapped around Eddie. Chrissy frowned. That was NOT her arm. She looked over Eddie and found Steve sleeping on the other side of him. She grinned and tapped Eddie's face. He woke up and smiled.

"Hey, gorgeous," Eddie said.

"Steve is sleeping in our bed," Chrissy said.

"Oh, uh, yeah, his parents are home, and he didn't have anywhere else to go," Eddie whispered.

"Good call," Chrissy smiled.

"Chrissy. . .," Eddie trailed off and paused.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Can we keep him?" He asked, his big brown eyes wider than ever before. "Pleeasse?"

Chrissy couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her. He was just too damn cute. They both were. Steve snorted awake and glanced at Chrissy.

"Oh, good morning," Steve said, his cheeks turning red.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said.

She leaned forward and gave Eddie a kiss on the lips before doing the same with Steve. She went into Eddie's ensuite bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"Does that mean we can keep him?!" Eddie yelled.

"Yeah!" She yelled back. "But he's not a dog, Eddie!"

"Tell that to his fucking eyes, babe," Eddie said and she giggled.

"You want to keep me?" Steve asked in soft voice.

Chrissy washed her hands and hopped out of the bathroom. She jumped onto the bed and straddled Steve’s hips.

"We're definitely keeping you," Chrissy said.

She started placing kisses all over his face. Eddie cackled gleefully and joined in, causing Steve to giggle. After showering him with kisses, Chrissy snuggled in between her two men, ready to get some more sleep. It was still rather early.

The next time Chrissy and Eddie woke up, it was to the smell of bacon. Steve was no longer in the bed with them. They quickly scrambled out of bed and went to the kitchen where Steve was cooking breakfast. Wayne was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee and reading a gardening magazine.

"Is Steve planning on moving in, too?" Wayne asked.

"Moving in?" Eddie and Chrissy asked.

"Darling, when was the last time you were at your parents' house?" Wayne asked Chrissy.

"Oh. . .well, I guess it's been a while," Chrissy said with a frown.

"I was gonna tell you," Wayne said and put down the magazine. "The other day, your parents came back and dropped off a box with the rest of your stuff. I just didn't know how to break it to you, that they didn't want to see you."

"Oh. . .that's okay, Wayne," Chrissy said and paused. "I'm actually relieved. I didn't want to see them either. I know now where I'm actually wanted. I just hope you don't have a problem with it."

"Not all, sweetheart, you're definitely wanted around here," Wayne said. "Steve, too. We got plenty of room now to figure it all out."

"Look at you, Uncle Wayne," Eddie grinned. "At least I know where I get my whole collecting lost sheep thing from."

"Did he just call us sheep?" Steve asked.

"It's a compliment, sheep are cute," Chrissy said.

"They are fluffy," Steve grinned and ran a hand through his hair.

Chrissy moved over and hugged Wayne before kissing his cheek.

"Thank you, Wayne," she said.

"You and Steve make my boy here very happy," Wayne said. "You're both great kids. I'm happy to have you guys here."

Eddie placed an obnoxiously loud kiss right on Wayne's bald spot.

"You old softie," Eddie said.

He gestured for Chrissy to sit down at the table, and then he fixed them both a cup before joining his uncle.

"Admit it, Wayne," Steve said with a grin. "You just want me and Chrissy around because we both know how to cook."

"Aw, hell, you got me," Wayne said sarcastically.

"I knew it," Steve said seriously.

They all laughed as Steve handed out plates, and they settled down to a nice breakfast. Eddie and Chrissy kissed him both, thanking Steve for the delicious meal. Steve gave a crooked smile, blushing as they all ate in a comfortable silence. After breakfast, Wayne insisted on cleaning up, putting his foot down when Chrissy tried to help. He kissed all three of his kids' foreheads and ushered them out of the house so they could enjoy the morning. It was a completely different porch, nice and wide, but Eddie still insisted on keeping a couch out there. It was a nice idea, Chrissy thought as she curled up on the couch with them, and they all drank their second cup of coffee.

"This is nice," Steve said as he breathed in the fresh air and the other two hummed in agreement.

They watched the house across from them. Max insisted on still being across the Munsons, claiming them to be alright neighbors. It was high praise coming from her. Max's bedroom window opened, and a figure came tumbling out. It was Lucas. Eddie and Steve shared a look. No surprise there. Although, they both knew they weren't doing anything other than kissing and sleeping. . .at least Chrissy hoped not yet. The next figure that came out wasn't that much of a surprise either, considering that El was Max's best friend. Max leaned out the window and gave Lucas a goodbye kiss. Their eyebrows rose when she did the same with El.

"You know you could have used the door," Max's voice was heard from across the small road.

"It was more fun this way," El said.

"Totally," Lucas grinned.

"Dorks," she said affectionately.

Lucas and El took each other's hands before walking over to their bikes parked in front of Max's house. Max was watching them when her eyes caught Chrissy's, Eddie's, and Steve's. She froze. El and Lucas caught a glimpse of them as well. They couldn't help but freeze along with Max. Chrissy smiled. She enter laced her fingers with Steve and Eddie's before holding them up, letting them know they were safe. They breathed a sigh of relief. Max moved back inside while the other two rode off on their bikes, waving.

"Looks like we're not the only ones starting something new," Steve grinned.

Chrissy beamed as a bird fluttered by, singing as the sun shone down upon them. It was certainly a beautiful morning. They deserved this. Happiness. Love. Not a dark cloud in sight.

[wolvrites]

Wolfwood never paid any mind to the dreams. Not anymore.

Blood, growing pains, Livio. It was the same, each and every time. Wolfwood isn't sure why his heart always pounds the same wild way once he wakes, beating against his ribs. Is it even his own heart? Did they change that, too?

It's always a different motel, but most of them have the same layout, the same scene, a balcony. Wolfwood tends to smoke a little extra after nightmares, under the two moons that watch him sort of like eyes. Eyes of God? Wolfwood snorts out a plume of smoke at the idea, and he isn't sure which is more ludicrous: the belief that there is something all-seeing, or the fear that there isn't.

Wolfwood's keen ears pick up the rusty scrape of the screen door opening through the murkiness of his thoughts. He doesn't turn, still observing the strange constellations in the sky.

"You'll catch cold, darlin'." His lips form an 'o' as he blows out a ring of smoke.

"So will you." Wolfwood dips his head a little past his shoulders just at the sound of your voice, just barely loud enough to pierce the darkness -- more like wading through it, as one does when standing in a shallow pond. Reaching for someone just beyond them.

In response, he carelessly waves his pack of cigarettes in the air beside his head for you to see. Half empty, already. 'I can make my own fire, just fine.'

As usual, you pay his silent reply no mind as you wrap your arms around his middle, chest flush to his broad back. He's a little cold, but it isn't the night air that's chilling him. With your cheek on his bare skin like this, you can feel his scars naked against you.

He stiffens, huffs out more smoke. A faint thud reaches your ears once he tosses the used stick and reaches for another.

"Come back to bed, 's cold. And you'll have a sore throat if you keep doin' that." Wolfwood chuckles hoarsely at your mothering, how you seem to know him better than himself.

But, no -- he fears even you won't ever know him, not like the man who saw him grow on his shiny, cold slab of metal does. Not like Livio, with his wide-eyed stare in his dreams, how he knows him.

"I'm not some snot-nosed kid." Wolfwood's nostril flares subtly, rough fingers turning the smoldering cigarette over between them. "Don't need you to treat me like one."

"I'm not." You gently push down the lump in your throat that forms at his edgy tone, you know he doesn't mean it. Soothingly, you run your fingers up and down his sides in slow movements.

Wolfwood tenses. "Just- just go-" he doesn't finish, realizing he's already trying to push you off him. Looking over his shoulder at you, he bites the inside of his cheek hard. "-wait for me inside."

"Nico."

"Don't call me that."

Your own brows knit together and you just blink at him. He seems like a little boy all of a sudden.

"Nicholas," you correct yourself quietly with a slight tilt of your head. Seeing the familiar look in your eyes, he turns away. "...sorry."

"Just come inside. Please."

Wolfwood finds it funny how you, of all people on this fucking planet, are able to order around the Punisher himself like that. How you have him at your heels, a dog who acts submissive to the sheep it guards.

Without another word, he obeys and meekly brushes his calloused fingers over your arm in boyish apology, bangs obscuring his expression as he follows you back inside.

Tucked back safely in the rickety motel bed, he's tangled up in you. Wasn't able to fall back asleep, so he settled for laying his head on your warm chest to listen to your heartbeat (with some coaxing from you). A soft hand stroking back his dusty raven hair. Like he's a boy again. “I'm sorry." He keeps mumbling between lazy pecks to your collarbone, eyes closed as if he's shy to be seen receiving such comfort. He isn't quite sure what he's apologizing for. “I know," you murmur back, speaking into his smoke-fragrant hair. "You're okay.” He huffs out a big sigh, heavy and dog-like.

He was a fool to ever think you didn't know him.

[jymwahuwu]

Hii! Ok so, how would Tighnari and Cyno react to darling being depressed? And I mean, she was depressed before, but now its worse.

How would they react to see darling in a state where she cant get hernself to eat, and struggles to even brush her teeth?

What would they do to make her feel better?

Also, ik Tighnari wats a BIG family, but, would he really risk darling's depression get even worse by getting her pregant? (After pregancy or during the pregancy, a lot of women end up suffering from depression)

Also, just imagine them react to her having a very bad estime asswell witch lead to the first state of depression before abduction (after abduction it got worse) bc of the toxic people she has been surrounded, and cannot bring hernself to look in the mirror?

Ok, idk if ur gonna accept to do this, but I was just trying to make mynself relate to the reader 😅

Anyways, thank you for reading my request and if u dont want to do it, its fine, dw! (Again, excuse my bad english)

TW: yandere, kidnapping, mentioned pregnancy, depressed reader

Tighnari and Cyno see you sinking so depressed that they start looking for any way to make you feel better. This isn't the first time they've comforted the family, and Collei has given them a little experience.

You chew the bread a few times, letting out soft whimpers and sniffles occasionally, and then burst into tears, tears falling into the bread, the salty taste melting on your tongue. They think you're rebellious and tell you to finish your meals in a firmer tone.

"I-I can't." You said.

Cyno: "What? Why? It's just a piece of bread, listen to me, take a few bites."

Tighnari: "Are you sure you don't want that bit of nutrition? Eat it, don't make me say it again."

You are so powerless in your current situation that you suspect this is your punishment - why did the Forest Rangers/General Mahamatra lock you up? Why is he acting like he loves you? Love is locking that person up against their will?

They didn't investigate your mental health before this. This is really unexpected. Poor thing, you can't even do simple things like dressing yourself and brushing your teeth by yourself now. They'll do this for you and even shower you. It's kind of satisfying and guilt-ridden for them - you're like a little pigeon eating in their hands. It would be too cruel to put you in a cage like this.

They bring you any gift you want, almost allow you to get anything you can buy with mora, bring you Fontaine's popular magazine, Inazuma's light novel. They read you some funny joke or content. You can even go out as much as you want! As long as you end up returning within a day, they won't ask you to explain or capture you.

They can't be there for you 24/7. In their absence, they are viscerally uncomfortable at the thought that you might sob. So! They allow you to have some pets, what do you want? cat? dog? bird? little sheep? fish? Crystalflies? Tighnari will teach you how to take care of them. He brought Karkata over here. Sometimes you will see that adorable mechanical crab make coffee and cover you with quilts! Cyno, studies methods with you. He will call himself dad and the pets are the kids.

As for getting pregnant…if they find out you're in this state, they won't even try. Even if there is no big family to leave a little regret, but it's okay. Love is the most important thing in the family. They have to take care of you.

[bonezone44]

Pretty Is As Pretty Does (21+)

Uncle!Ezra x F!Reader x Uncle!Tommy

Summary: The best part about Uncle!Ezra and Uncle!Tommy is that they always smile when you walk in.

Word Count: 2883

tags: spitroast, double creampie, praise kink, southern accents, being called 'pretty', two men talking about you as if you aren't there. nicknames for Reader: angel, niece, baby, honey, sugar.

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It's late at night and you can't sleep. Been tossing and turning for what feels like hours. You finally decide to get out of bed and do something, anything, rather than lie there counting endless sheep.

You make your way to the kitchen with sleepy bare footsteps. You hear murmuring out the back door--deep, smooth voices and soft laughter. You figure Ezra has a friend over. You bite your lip. You want Ezra to yourself for some quality time. Maybe if you let him know you're up, he'll send his friend home. It's worth a shot anyway. You've got nothing better to do.

When you step out onto the screened in back porch, you see Ezra reclining in one chair and his friend in the other. Theyre silhouetted by the blue light of a bug zapper hanging in the corner. It's been a hot summer, but tonight the air is cooler and drier than it has been in weeks. The wood floors creak as you step further onto the porch and both men go quiet and turn to you.

"Hey, angel," says Ezra with a wry smile on his face. "What're you doin up this late?"

"Can't sleep," you answer with a shrug.

"Aww, you poor thing." He holds his hand out towards you. "Me and Uncle Tommy are out here shootin the shit. Why don't you come sit with us for a while?"

That's when your whole body goes hot. You look over and realize it wasn't just any of Ezra’s friends. It was Tommy. And Tommy’s got a nice little smile on his face, too, as his eyes rake over you in your pajamas and bare feet.

" Damn, girl," says Tommy. "You get prettier and prettier every time I see you."

Your cheeks burn and you fidget. "I don't know about that--"

"Shit, I do. I bet you gotta beat them boys off you with a stick."

You wave him off. "No way."

"Aww, look at her bein shy," says Ezra, turning further toward you in his chair. "There is no need to be so timid around your uncles, angel."

"That's right, honey," says Tommy. "It's just us. You don't gotta worry bout nothin around us." He smiles. "We'll keep you safe from all them boys out there. We'll have 'em runnin off. Don't you worry about that."

You roll your eyes with a smile.

"What? You don't believe us?" asks Ezra with big, puppy dog lookin' eyes.

You shake your head. "Y'all are just sayin stuff."

"Oh, c'mere, honey," says Tommy as he reaches out and grabs your hand. "Why don't you come sit by Uncle Tommy and let him show you how pretty he thinks you are?"

Tommy's one of the most handsomest men you've ever seen in your entire life. He's got beautiful wavy hair that curls beneath his ears. His voice is so smooth and syrupy compared to Ezra's deep rasp. He's always wearing nice blue jeans and cleaned-up cowboy boots. Ezra almost never tries to dress nice to the point where you've given up on ever looking nice, too. And right now, you're standing in your sleep clothes and Tommy's offering you something that you weren't even trying for.

Your heart races in your chest and you gush between your legs. Your face is on fire--the whole situation makes you so nervous. What if they're lying? What if they're just playing tricks on you? What if this is all one big joke? Your history with Ezra didn't matter. He could change his mind at any minute and go running off leaving you all alone. You were tired of being abandoned by the people you trusted most.

Ezra rests his large hand on your hip. You can feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of your shorts. "Go on, angel. Uncle Tommy ain't gonna hurt you none." You glance at Ezra nervously and he nods. "Go on," he says again.

You decide to give in. Ezra's been around long enough. He knows you. He knows how anxious you get. And if he's there, it does feel safer. You've at least got one person on your side if Tommy doesn't treat you right.

You take two steps towards Tommy and the two men immediately relax. Tommy spreads his legs and guides you by your hips to sit between them. He pulls you back against his warm, broad chest. He feels so solid and sturdy behind you. And he smells like something clean and bright--waking you up even more, making you more aware of just how much of his body is touching yours. His hands slide up and down your bare shoulders.

"Now what's makin you think you're not the prettiest thing on two legs, sugar?" says Tommy.

"I-I don't know," you answer. You did know, though. It was all the movies and TV and magazines. All the clothing stores and boutiques where the clothes never quite fit you right. It felt like the whole world was telling you that you weren't pretty enough to be loved.

"Too much TV," says Ezra and you roll your eyes.

Tommy chuckles into your skin as he presses light kisses into your shoulder. Each one excites you and soothes you at the same time. "You know all that stuff is fake, don'tchu?" His hands slide down your arms, squeezing you just above your elbows. "You can't be thinkin ya ain't pretty just 'cause ya ain't fake, now, sugar. 'S not what men like anyway."

"Not any man worth a damn," adds Ezra.

"That's right," says Tommy. His hands move from your arms to your waist. "Men know a real thing when they see it, sugar." His hands slide up to your breasts and he gropes them in each hand. "And we got ourselves a real one right here."

Your hands grasp tight onto Tommy's knees next to your own. You glance over at Ezra with hazy eyes and Ezra sits so casually as if nothing unconventional is going on.

"'S about what's on the inside," says Ezra, flicking dirt off his ankle as he goes to cross his legs. "That's what counts."

"That's right," says Tommy. He squeezes your nipples through your shirt. "And I'm proud to say that our little niece here is pretty on the inside and out."

"She sure is, ain't she?" says Ezra.

You don't know how to respond. You're not sure what to do. All you know is that there's a pool of slickness growing between your legs and it's enough that you wonder if you're gonna leave a wet spot on the chair beneath you.

"What? You still don't believe us?" says Tommy.

"She can be real stubborn when she wants to be," says Ezra.

Tommy chuckles. "How 'bout this? Don't you feel this, sugar?" One of Tommy's hands slides down the front of you to cup you between your legs. He pulls you flush against him and that's when you feel it. That's when you feel how hard he is. You're not sure how you missed it before. It feels like a steel rod against your back. "You feelin' what you do to your Uncle Tommy, baby?" He rolls his hips against you. "'M about to burst and we ain't even done nothin, yet. We're just sittin here talkin."

Part of you wants to laugh at that. There's a hell of a lot more going on than just talking.

"I think she's grown weary of conversation, brother," says Ezra.

Tommy chuckles again. "Ya think?"

"Yeeeeep," Ezra groans and stands from his chair. "And you did promise to show her how pretty she was."

"I sure did, didn't I?"

Ezra walks over and stands in front of you. You feel surrounded--caged in. But not unsafe. "Whatchu thinkin', angel?" Ezra cradles your face in his big hands. He leans close enough to you that the whole rest of the back porch disappears. "Want me to get you ready for Uncle Tommy?"

Oh fuck. Does Ezra mean what you think he means? "O-Okay," you say.

"Good girl." He grins briefly before his eyes go wide and serious again. "Uncle Tommy's big. I don't want you gettin hurt."

You nod. "Okay."

Ezra sinks to his knees before you. He reaches for your waistband and you lift your hips as he tugs your shorts down and off your legs. "Mm-mmm," hums Ezra, staring between your thighs. "Our little niece is pretty everywhere." His large fingers poke and prod at your lips. "She's wet, too." He spreads your pussy apart with both hands. "Soakin," he says.

"Is she now?" Tommy says. His breathing's picked up. Both his hands back on your chest. You can feel his whole body rolling into you, even if just in the smallest way. Ezra's touch has you responding in kind.

Ezra's head tilts upward with his fingers still on you. "Remember that job on Breyer street? The house with all those cat paintings?"

Tommy stills a moment. "... y-yeah?"

"Remember how that faucet on the side of the house wouldn't stop leaking?"

"...yeah?"

"That's about what she looks like right now."

Tommy laughs and holds you close, grinding against you. "Fuck, man. You can't be sayin shit like that to me, man. What the hell?"

"I am merely trying to be honest with you," says Ezra with a shrug. He thrusts two thick fingers inside of you with one hand and with the other, he rests his thumb against your clit. Unmoving. Simply applying pressure as you and Tommy's bodies move together.

"Oh my god," you moan as Ezra's fingers stroke inside you and Tommy whispers in your ear.

"'S Uncle Ezra makin you feel good, sugar? 'S he touchin you just right?"

"Mm-hmm," you whimper. "So good. So good."

"You feel how pretty we think you are, honey?" asks Tommy.

"And it's not just because you're our favorite little niece," says Ezra.

"That's right," says Tommy. "'S because it's a fact, sugar." Tommy grunts. Ezra's fingers squelch inside your wet walls. "It's a fact that you're the prettiest goddamn thing we've ever seen."

"Our pretty little angel inside and out," Ezra says with a smirk as he adds a third finger inside you.

"Oh fuck" you moan and writhe.

Tommy chuckles. "Even if she got a dirty mouth on her."

Ezra laughs, too. "Oh she's filthy."

"Is that right?"

"I-I don't know." Your dizzy with desire. You're surprised you can register anything they're saying to you.

"How 'boutchu get that filthy mouth on Uncle Ezra's cock while Uncle Tommy gets inside this pussy, huh, sugar? How's that sound?"

"Yeah, okay," you slur.

Ezra pulls his fingers out of you and stands. Tommy scoots you forward so he can undo his jeans. He and Ezra situate you so that your feet are on the floor with your ass hovering above Tommy's lap. Your hands grip the arms of Tommy's chair. Ezra pulls his own cock out of his pants and it bobs in front of your face.

You and Tommy both hiss as he pierces your cunt. Ezra was right. Tommy is big.

"Shit, man. You didn't tell me it was like this--" Tommy chokes out through panting breaths.

You bite your lip and groan.

Ezra chuckles as he strokes himself. "I tried, brother, but some things are best experienced for yourself."

"You got that right," says Tommy. He moans and curses as he guides you up and down his shaft, providing you with the rhythm and speed.

Once you feel steady enough, you open your eyes and Ezra's cock is hard and ready for you. You open your mouth, eager to hold its weight on your tongue. He doesn't thrust or move--merely lets your rhythm on Tommy's lap provide all the back-and-forth action.

"You're doing perfect, angel," says Ezra as he caresses your cheek. You've given him much better blowjobs before but he's looking down at you like you're giving him the high of a lifetime. "You look so pretty."

"Prettiest fuckin thing we ever fucked," grunts out Tommy.

"Play with that clit and she'll cream all over ya," says Ezra.

"Goddamn," curses Tommy. And he does what Ezra says. He reaches one hand around and presses hard against your clit. Four fingers rubbing back and forth just above where his cock is thrusting in and out of you.

Syrupy warmth begins to flood between your legs and seconds later your spasming between the two men--thighs twitching and toes curling.

Tommy curses again. "If she wasn't my favorite niece before, she sure as shit would be now."

"Told ya," says Ezra.

Tommy continues to thrust into you as you bounce onto him. "Yeah, suck his cock. Suck Uncle Ezra's cock, sugar."

Ezra does his best to keep his cock inside your mouth, but he doesn't seem too concerned about your performance there. It seems to be enough to watch you getting fucked so hard by your Uncle Tommy. Hearing your thighs slap each other and his cock squelch inside you is like music to Ezra's ears and dick. And your whimpers--goddamn!--you got the prettiest little whimpers he's ever heard in his life. Add in Tommy's desperate grunts and Ezra's careening toward the edge and nearly sent over it. He has to take a step back to get control of himself.

Without Ezra's cock to muffle you, your whimpers turn into shouts and Tommy grits his teeth. "Where do I cum?" asks Tommy through strained breaths.

"Fill her up, brother." Ezra's eyes sparkle at you. "Then I'll take my turn inside our pretty little pussy."

Tommy curses some more. He wraps his arms around you and taps on your clit, hoping to make you come along with him. And you do, it's hard not to. His thrusts were hitting all the right spots in your inner walls and Ezra's standing in front of you and watching you with tender focus. Your legs twitch and your toes curl all over again.

"Alright, now, hold it all in, angel," says Ezra with a stern expression on his face and you know what he means. You reach between your legs as Tommy pulls out and you do your best to keep all his cum inside you.

Ezra sits and then lies down on the floor, his cock hard and at attention. He waves you over with the flick of his fingers. "Come ride your Uncle Ezra, baby. Come show me how it's done," he says.

And something animalistic has been triggered inside of you as Ezra casually reclines on the hard wood floor. His elbows are bent and his head rests in both hands. He dons a simple smile and it almost drives you crazy. You want him as desperate for you as you are for him. You want him aching and writhing for your touch. He's been too relaxed this whole time and you almost hate him for it.

Tommy's cum is beginning to seep from between your fingers so you hustle to sit on Ezra's cock. Ezra's facial expression doesn't change as you sink onto him--but you notice the way his hips curl ever so slightly into you. He's holding back and you wanna make him give in. But you know Ezra, just as much as he knows you. And riding him how he likes it isn't going to get you anywhere. He wants you to use him--make yourself come by whatever means necessary. And that is certainly something you can oblige by.

So you do. Your hands grip his chest and you find the right angle that allows you to roll your hips into him with your clit pressed against his skin. You decide to take. You take and take and take your pleasure from him--you don't give a shit what makes him feel good. This one's all about you. And eventually he does give in. You see the way he grits his teeth and bites his lip. His hands fly to your waist, but you don't let him guide you at all. This is your ride and your orgasm. Even if you've already had two and Ezra's yet to have one.

But it was just what Ezra wanted--he was getting off on you getting off and some kind of feedback loop developed into both of you getting off and your panting and he's snarling and then suddenly there's another burst of hot liquid inside of you and seeping out of you. And you don't know it, yet, but Ezra loves when all the juices and cum are soaking his lap and he's filthy with the remnants of a well-and-good fucking. And if he could suck his own dick after all of it, he would. But instead, he pulls you up his body and has you sit on his face and he gives your pussy the most tender and loving kiss with tongue and all. All while your trembling and dizzy from overstimulation.

Once you finally take a moment to breathe. You find Tommy watching with lazy, tired eyes from his chair, his own cock already tucked back in. But there's a smirk on his face that tells you he appreciated the show you and Ezra just gave him.

"Alright, angel," says Ezra with a messy mouth. "Let's go put you back to bed."

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a/n: wow. so horny. jesus christ.

tagging: @neverwheremoonchild @xdaddysprincessxx 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[badlydrawnmanic]

baldur’s gate 3 has once again taken over my life and i low key wanna draw the playable characters as mobians because i have crossover / furry brain disease + edits

to no one’s surprise astarion is a bat because, well. vampires, and his secret isn’t exactly hard to figure out before the reveal cutscene. he himself may not be associated with bats but you get it

gale is kinda tough for me to pin down because he’s both plain but not at all at the same time. his personality doesn’t fit cat despite his light association with them through tara, but hedgehog is seemingly considered a default even to the sonic series itself much like human is in dnd, so that might work. his hair is also kinda makes me think of a lion and that has a bit more character to it

karlach is undoubtedly my favorite. outside of fire one of her bigger unique design bits is her broken horn which i’d wanna keep fairly the same. sheep would fit the curled shape but she doesn’t really have a soft vibe that comes along with sheep. maybe some sort of cow-like animal. big and powerful. friend suggested she be a boar instead of minsc which i could roll with. confused for a hellsboar by wyll

lae’zel is supposed to be markedly different from the other characters, so i’m thinking either some kind of reptile / amphibian or something entirely alien in that it’s a beast from the dnd universe. while they aren’t associated with the githyanki there’s gremishka in the creche and that might be just interesting enough to work. big ears. friend also suggested a skink specifically and people seem to think she's very frog even if i don't see it lol

shadowheart is also relatively normal. was thinking wolf for a time but honestly she had cat vibes + that would sort of play into her and lae’zel being kinda similar despite being from fundamentally different places / backgrounds. friend suggested a squirrel? will consider

wyll feels like he’d be some kind of dog given the general good boy-ness of him, loyalty, etc, plus it kinda plays into how mizora talks about him. naturally his “you didn’t kill karlach” form would be a hellhound. friend mentioned fox but i think dog is more fitting

halsin is a bear and there is nothing difficult about this whatsoever

i haven’t done an evil run yet where i recruit minthara but i know she’s a lolth sworn drow and they’re associated with spiders and that would be kinda cool. friend suggested wolf for her also

minsc would probably also be a dog. even though repeats are a bit lame, he was a protagonist in another group of characters from another baldur’s gate so it’s fine. one of those stupidly huge breeds that look more like lions than dogs. if not a dog than maybe a boar. friend suggested a ferret but i think he needs beef to him. wolverine maybe?

jaheira also being from the other baldur’s gate game could probably be a repeat too. slightly cranky old cat but she loves you in her own way. would also contrast with minsc. if not a cat then i could see her as a deer i think. i somehow forgot that the game's ai defaults her wildshape to a panther when you're battling alongside her in moonrise towers so panther it is

[little-pup-pip]

Just curious, what requests do you have in your queue/to do currently? If you're ok with saying it that is :]

Oh boy, that's a bigger question than last time someone asked! I have over 200 waiting requests at this point!! Because of that this got very very long, so I put the rest under the cut! Like last time, this is in order of how recently I received the request, and doesn't mean I'm too busy to take new requests!!

Ibara saegusa (enstars)

Monochrome oranges cats and angels

Gloomy bear

Another rockruff (maybe)

Cult of the lamb (specifically the lamb)

Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)

Jake (trailer park warlock)

Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)

Bear therian

Selkie

Ice bear (we bare bears)

Tubbo (maybe)

Snow leopard

Pink

Australian shepherd (pupre)

Cassie (fnaf: ruin)

Draik (neopets)

The rainbow fish

Black kitten + space

Pumpkin head (maybe, needs more research)

Alice in wonderland

Sheep

Someone's OC Avery & siblings

Gothic

Star catcher (MLP)

Masc version of my druid board

Scrooge CG (2009 film)

Beetlejuice

Superstar daycare (fnaf)

1950s + ocean

Pandas + light purple and black

Dandelions

Willy wonka CG (recent movie)

Maki Harukawa (Danganronpa)

Kidcore Halloween + pumpkin puppy Webkinz

Fruit bat

Mermaid

Pastel purple + pandas

Robocar Poli

Brown, lime green and forest green puppy

Weird Barbie CG

Shiny Vaporeon

Where the wild things are

Squid

Dylan (the magic roundabout)

Conner CG (Detroit become human)

Mitsuri kanroji (demon slayer)

Minecraft mooshrooms

Sharks or wolves (haven't decided)

Hot Wheels

Miffy

Fox

Sharks

Zombies

Vincent (dead plate)

Vintage kitty dreaming

Deadpool

Shane CG (stardew valley)

Wolf pup

Celestia and Luna (MLP)

Soft blue and yellow

Pascal (animal crossing)

Pastel blue and pink

Batman CG

Ram

Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs)

Dylan (the quarry)

Rain/nature + white rabbits

Ox

Penguin + dinosaur

Noah (total drama island)

Vision CG (marvel)

Light blue

Bumble bees + lavender

Yellow + ducks

Bearded vulture

Barn owl

Queen barb (trolls world tour)

Oliver (vocaloid)

Light green light brown and beige

Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)

Cinnamoroll + emu otori (project sekai)

Yellow+ chicks and puppy stuffies

Seam CG (deltarune)

Plants vs zombies

Viktor (arcane)

Queen of trash CG (Elmo goes to grouch land)

John Constantine (Justice League Dark)

Aziraphale (good omens)

Scenecore

Musa (winx club)

Leap frog

Hyper feminine puppy

Crow + black cat

Totodile + bodies of water

Bees

Sackboy (Little Big Planet) and or My Melody

Baby crocodile

Animal crossing

Pastel kitten

Doki doki literature club

Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)

90s grunge

Tula tones (novi stars)

Eevee + dragons

Kitten + stars

Ratchet (rescue bot academy)

Pastel shark

Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa)

Mushrooms

Grey + Ross federman youtooz

Sparkly dragon

Blue and purple + puppies

Ducks + alt/Gothic lean

Cinnamoroll

Shadow (sonic)

Jellyfish

Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')

Puppet (fnaf)

Golden retriever + yellow and blue

Bernese mountain dog

Strawberries

Genshin impact

Len or Miku

Toothless (httyd)

Eddworld

Donnie (rise of the tmnt)

The princess and the grilled cheese sandwich

Pastel goth princess

SpongeBob

Karako Pierot (hiveswap)

Young Michael Afton

Soft fox

Great pyrenees + farm

Ike eveland

Invader Zim + neon green

Julius Caesar (Octavian, night at the museum, waiting until March for this one)

Scorpion

Vampire squid

Golden retriever (again, lol)

Cats + playing outside

Border Collie

Tiger

Argos CG (World of Mr. Plant) 

Pochacco

Mortal Kombat

marble cross fox/forest/fantasy (I'm figuring this one out still)

Puppy + SpongeBob

characters from Project Sekai, Hoshino Ichika, Mochizuki Honami, Akiyama Mizuki and Kusanagi Nene.

Baby vulture

Frog with more fem themes

Rain world/slugcat

Dark academia/cottagecore

Border Collie

Modded smash hit rooms

Crying child (fnaf)

Agent Smith CG (the matrix)

Katamari

Enjolras (les miserable)

Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)

Bugbo

Slime rancher

Puppet (fnaf)

CosMc's

Parado (Kamen Rider)

Tally hall

Gordon (all engines go)

Spinel (Steven universe)

Cater diamond (twisted wonderland)

Rockabilly (probably)

Felix Lee

Jing yuan CG (Hsr)

Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)

Toki wartooth (metalocalypse)

Naoto Shirogane (persona 4)

Kitoto (I don't know what he's from)

17th century dutch

Sirena von boo (monster high)

Jake (miss peregrines home for peculiar children)

Minecraft

Sees behind trees

Allay (Minecraft, I think)

Spinosaurus screenshots or products

Tecchou (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Barbara (genshin impact)

Tasmanian devil

Spamton CG (deltarune)

Spinosaurus

Grunge + lop eared bunnies

Yume-Nikki

Daxter (jak and daxter)

Madness combat for puppies

James Sunderland (silent Hill)

Shirokuma (Danganronpa)

Leo (IDW comic)

[the-uncrafting-table]

Wool

Since at least 40000 B.C., people have been keeping sheep and making good use of their wool. Soft, warm and versatile, wool readily absorbs moisture and is harder to light ablaze than synthetic fibers, making it ideal not only for sweaters and blankets, but also suits, upholstery, insulation and even- traditionally- baby diapers.

while big industrial machines are used in commercial wool manufacture (as with everything on a large industrial scale) the traditional methods still have their following centuries later. Wool is shorn from the sheep or brushed in shedding from another wool animal (more on those later) producing thick mats of fleece which must be then be washed and carded, a process of pulling the fleece between fine-toothed brushes to loosen and soften them. This freshly fine fiber is then spun using a wheel or drop spindle, producing the yarn we all know and love.

of course, you needn't worry about the process harming the animals- a good farmer takes good care of their sheep, making sure not to harm them and providing a much needed cooldown for the otherwise-overheating wooly beast.

In the event that nicks do occur during shearing, a waxy substance called lanolin is produced by the sheep's skin, which quickly soothes and heals those cuts. Lanolin can also be saved from the washing of wool, and finds many practical applications such as lubricants, shoe polish and skincare treatments.

wool is also sometimes felted rather than spun, producing a beautiful plush fabric that's perfect for warm blankets and adorably fuzzy art!

as I mentioned earlier, it isn't just sheep that produce a usable wool. There are plenty of types, such as camelhair, alpaca, angora from goats and rabbits, and qiviut from muskoxen.

there's even the extinct Salish Wool Dog, a breed once kept by the Salish people of what is now Washington and British Columbia to produce a thick, goatlike wool. Yarn and felt can be made from long-haired dog fur today as well of course, but it's more of a novelty.

The rarest and most expensive wool still collected today is that of the vicuña, a South American camelid which must be caught wild every three years and shorn for their extremely fine and miniscule amount of wool. The fiber is incredibly soft, beautiful, and cannot be dyed, used by royalty in the Incan Empire. To this day, the vicuña is the national animal of Peru.

That's all for now! Thank you for allowing me to spin this little yarn for you today. Hope you're all warm and comfy as can be, and I'll see you next time!

[erikamaybe]

Welcome to Hellhound Farms!

Welcome to Hellhound Farms! We hope you enjoy the tour!

We are now entering our Hucow dairy facility. These lovely ladies spend up to 18 hours a day in the mind erasing bliss of being milked! To maintain output they do need to be bred regularly. If you're interested in helping with breeding duties feel free to stay and you can continue with a later tour. If you're more interested in feeding than breeding, they could always use some extra protein. Simply step around to the other side of the railing and give a gal a little tickle under the chin, she'll open wide and be ready for for you to use her throat for as long as you like. There's not a thought in those pretty heads, they don't really need THAT much oxygen anymore.

Moving on, looks like it's time to sheer the sheepgirls! It looks like they're a bit shy today, it's been a while since they've felt this... exposed... But don't worry, these soft little sluts love to show off, so be sure to give them lots of encouragement. Just head on over and give squeeze or a spank or whisper the most obscene thing you can think of in her ear! If she blushes keep going, if she slaps you that just means she's already wet and ready to get railed. It's ok to get a little rough with them, our livestock are studier than they look. Well look at that! With the sheep in for sheering, our hard working dogs have some free time on their hands. Sure, they might look dominant bullying the sheep, but a few head pats and a good girl, and our dogs with be rolling over in a flash to show you their soft bellies and needy holes. Please show them that their hard work is appreciated! Up next, the harpy coop!

Wasn't the Harpy coop amazing? Those girls can push out a dozen eggs every couple days! Now you may have noticed that most of our laborers are centaurs. It's just sooooo convenient to have the height and strength of a horse, and a brain that actually works! Plus, it takes some good old fashioned horse cock to leave some of our gals feeling properly bred. We also have a thriving colony of semi-feral catbois and girls here on the farm to keep assorted vermin and nuisances in check. Some of them are very friendly, but they all might bite or scratch with out warning, so make sure you have a good hold on the scruff before you mount one! We are now approaching the end of the livestock portion of our tour. If you would like to become livestock, you're in luck! We're always accepting applications to abandon the life you knew to live here on the farm. If you want to become one of our centaur laborers we offer short term, long term, and lifetime contracts. And if you'd like to take some livestock home, we hold auctions every Sunday! Whether you're looking for a fresh faced filly, some mommy milkers, or a proven breeding bitch in her prime, we have a wide variety of offerings every week. Be sure to come early for the Meet'n'Greet'n'Fuck brunch before the auction starts.

Moving forward we're approach what put Hellhound Farms on the map, our Living Latex trees! Our unique Living Latex is perfect for so many applications. No drone suit is more comfortable and permanent. Just add a helmet and you're set! Tired of being made of meat? Frail, fallible, delicious meat? Our expert dollmeisters and toy sculptors are standing by to give you the Big Dip and give you the Ultimate makeover! You can become the slutty fuck doll you always knew you were today. We also offer inflatable and onahole options. And once we're done, it's off to the showroom to wait for your future owner to buy you. Or, you can be your own toy and work off you debt as a public use plaything at one of our Hellhound Farms amusement parks or one of our stand alone Latex Love stress relief booths around the world! If you're interested in the classic silicone bimbo look our teams of jab masters are ready to plumpen lips, pump up tits, and thiccen that ass with our silicone alternative Living Latex injections. It's safe, it's soft, it wobbles like jello when you slap it. Whether you want to augment your assets or leave humanity behind, Hellhound Farms has what you need!

And Hellhound Farms needs YOU! Today! No application will be refused! Can't make up your mind? Headmates disagreeing on what to become? Good news! We have timeshare and multi-platform options on all our contracts. What's an extra decade of servitude if you're doing what you love?

[meatriarchived]

thinking very big on maria's aliases at the moment so,

dolores.

maria's more subdued, soft, docile persona. one of her primary lures. dolores acts as a way to entice targets who are looking for someone they think is easy to control or influence. submissive and eager to go along with whatever they want really, dolores as a persona is maria's way of gauging and pulling very strong, very cocky, very frankly stupid victims into going someplace secluded with her - and into the hunting grounds of her two scary guard dogs to have fun with. she's the persona, alongside aurelia, that brings victims into back alleys, back to a designated place on the sawyer-hewitt property, to decoy houses / buildings, or to specific fields or stops where its been established earlier in the night with johnny ( & lee ) that she will get them to, for them to meet there. dolores is that sweet, softer, doe-eyed side of maria really being coaxed out in order to quite literally throw someone to the wolves. dolores is symbolized by lambs / sheep, also to come across in a softer light to those who interact with her and fall victim, for other unassuming creature to take you by the hand, frolicking out into open field, unknowingly being circled by predators hidden in the grass around them. nickname : dolly.

aurelia.

more of a push into maria's more bubbly self, aurelia's more of that out-there, perky, sunshine-incarnate type persona that draws people attention. she's all smiles, all touchy, PDA at max. she's also that more kinda ditzy personality, too, if she feels her target likes it. she'll play heavily into the 'oh please keep talking i am SO interested in what youre saying!! omg no really you do all that??? wow you're so strong / so smart / etc' type of person, showering with compliments. definitely more of the persona for those kinds of people who LOVE talking about themselves and making themselves seem more important / tougher / etc than they really are. aurelia works as another lure because she's the type that'll convince targets to drink and drink and drink, or pull them off to dance with her, let them get handsy, let them think they have a shot. aurelia is symbolized by rabbits / bunnies, cute and sweet little prey animal, unassuming. one that lets you give chase, until you find yourself inches from wolves' widened jaws. nickname : lia.

rosa.

not as much of a lure than more utilized when maria's working alone, but rosa works to get targets alone and vulnerable. she's flirty, handsy, siren eyed rather than doe. truly come fuck me eyes. its the persona to let her explore things on a more sexual note, but its also the one where after things are said and done and theres a body on the floor, she wants to reaffirm her devotion to the scary dog(s) more - like a very, get this fuckers' scent off of me right now and put yours all over me instead kinda thing, if you will. but its also very much, i get to toy around with them a little more, be teasing, be mean. very hey heres your body let me snap a picture with you gh.ostface style ♡ its more of her violent side that comes out, because its really one of the personas where she gets to really disarm people - from being flirtatious to im stabbing you to im sinking my teeth in your neck and ripping at you rather than it being a simple love bite. still uses rosa, though regardless if working alone or with the scary dog(s). rosa's symbolized by both butterflies & moths, metamorphosis from maria into territory she was never all that comfortable in before. its exploration of a different side - both sexual and violent. its the specific kinds, of mourning cloak butterfly, of death's-head hawkmoths, of black witch moths, with meanings of change, of rebirths, and of death or misfortune. nickname : typical pet names one gives a one-night-stand.

magdalena.

in a sense, magdalena's come to be a persona by several factors, and its more of her long game, lone wolf type. its a combination of something in her snapping from her reunion with donnie ( being told 'i love you' when you were left for dead, buried and otherwise forgotten about is mm, esp when compared to the love that had been shown in the years since. ) and its more of maria taking influence from not only johnny by also nancy, in routes where she ( & lee ) are accepted by her into the family. its getting a lil more personal with her targets, earning their trust over a longer timeframe. befriending them even. its more of her wolf coming out - where one one side, magdalena comes across as a typical neighbor, someone who bakes you things and brings it over unprompted ( sometimes we get silly and slow-poison them c: ) esp during rough times - similar to how nancy works. its the slowburn of growing closer to them, earning trust, being let into their lives, just to one day down the line rip that security out from under them, turn their homes into a bloodbath really. magdalena's more of that, mercy doesnt exist in this body, morality doesnt exist, theres an anger and a hatred and a coldness to the world thats been dormant in these bones like the old gods who sleep for millennia hidden among us like mountain ranges. while physically maria isn't nearly on the same levels as johnny or leland, i'd argue magdalena's by far her more brutal and unhinged persona in that she'll not only make an absolute mess out of her target, but will also prolong things at times - make it last hours, if she can manage, if they stay alive long enough. magdalena is also moreso in swing post-acceptance by nancy, meaning the likelihood that she's been taught how to use the same types of ability, the possession, the hallucinations, is very high. magdalena's symbolized by wolf peering out from under sheepskin. nicknames : lena.

[mikavlcs]

Another Mika fic, let's go!

Oh honey I beg to differ. Wednesday is such a softie in her own complicated way. Less threats, less torture, more attention and even allowing physical contact. If she likes someone and does all that, then she's down bad. So no, Wednesday, you definitely ARE a softie.

And these first four paragraphs? Absolutely iconic and remarkable. The writing?? The metaphors?? The imagery?? The exaggerating cause Wednesday would rather die than admit she's soft??

Well... since I am currently on a family vacation with 24 years if age... I tend to agree with Wednesday. It definitely can be a gruesome torture method.

Lol disgusting and vile. But Wednesday is right again! Missing someone you care for (even though you keep denying that part (looking at you Wednesday) is definitely one of the worst feelings out there)

"Human embodiment of a rainbow" that made me snort, it's the perfect way to describe Enid. Now if only she was gay... then full on 100% rainbow bitch.

Oooh, Wednesday wants to take a ring from R! Moving fast, are we?

Lol Wednesday you thief! Of course commitment a crime will make her smile. But how adorable is it that Wednesday wants to keep Rs favorite ring so that she has something meaningful and important to remember them by?? CUTE

Ngl I love awkward goodbyes. They're just so amusing to witness!

Awwww a kiss! And in front of Weems to! That must have been mortifying for Wednesday. Yet she craved more. SOFT

Of course Wednesday is counting her victories against Bianaca. Go on girlboss! Keep beating her.

Damn, look at Wednesday searching for Rs smile and keeping the stories to tell them later. If that isn't simp behavior then I really don't know what is.

"Entirely unnecessary, but so were most things Enid did" The way I GASPED! Honey that's so savage and uncalled for 😭 Poor Enid. (Though it is utterly hilarious! )

"Higher than a 70" H.O.N.E.Y Were did that savagery come from?? Poor Enid is getting it all today. I absolutely LOVE it! A mean Wednesday is my favorite. That's just my kind of humor. Enid is so used to it by now she doesn't even react anymore. Good girl.

Wednesday, denial is a river in Egypt. I guess she'd really rather die than admit that she missed R. What matters could she possibly have in the courtyard?? NOTHING

"Not for a second" Call the police, I spotted a big fat liar!

"You're broke" Wednesday really is giving it her all today, isn't she. OBSESSED

Oooh Wednesday got caught! I'm sure there was a lot of panic in her voice so the only solution for that are threats! Honestly at this point Wednesdays threats are a form of love. And besides, shouldn't R keep her hand? You know for holding it and doing other things...

THE MEME. OMG THAT TOOK ME OUT 😂 That came so unexpected, I scared my dog with my laughter.

This was fantastic as always!!

slfdhfgks pls 😭

Oh honey I beg to differ. Wednesday is such a softie in her own complicated way. Less threats, less torture, more attention and even allowing physical contact. If she likes someone and does all that, then she's down bad. So no, Wednesday, you definitely ARE a softie.

And these first four paragraphs? Absolutely iconic and remarkable. The writing?? The metaphors?? The imagery?? The exaggerating cause Wednesday would rather die than admit she's soft??

agree, she's soft in her own special way!! and plss the lady gaga gif made me laugh. tysm 😭🤚

Well... since I am currently on a family vacation with 24 years if age... I tend to agree with Wednesday. It definitely can be a gruesome torture method.

ok but you got see sheep and see a bunch of pretty places so....idk if i believe you chief 🤨🤚

"Human embodiment of a rainbow" that made me snort, it's the perfect way to describe Enid. Now if only she was gay... then full on 100% rainbow bitch.

she's a walking pride parade fr

Ngl I love awkward goodbyes. They're just so amusing to witness!

pls, the way i just didn't know what to write for that scene 💀

Of course Wednesday is counting her victories against Bianaca. Go on girlboss! Keep beating her.

this is canon tbh

"Entirely unnecessary, but so were most things Enid did" The way I GASPED! Honey that's so savage and uncalled for 😭 Poor Enid. (Though it is utterly hilarious! )

"Higher than a 70" H.O.N.E.Y Were did that savagery come from?? Poor Enid is getting it all today. I absolutely LOVE it! A mean Wednesday is my favorite. That's just my kind of humor. Enid is so used to it by now she doesn't even react anymore. Good girl.

PLSJFHGASJF poor enid fr 😭😭 but she was already over wednesday's threats by ep2 so she doesn't even care anymore LMAOO

"You're broke" Wednesday really is giving it her all today, isn't she. OBSESSED

this was a self-roast tbh 💀

Oooh Wednesday got caught! I'm sure there was a lot of panic in her voice so the only solution for that are threats! Honestly at this point Wednesdays threats are a form of love. And besides, shouldn't R keep her hand? You know for holding it and doing other things...

so true tbh, threats are a wednesday love language!

THE MEME. OMG THAT TOOK ME OUT 😂 That came so unexpected, I scared my dog with my laughter.

This was fantastic as always!!

LMAOSJFAHEGFM i've had that meme in my camera roll for MONTHS and i've been waiting for june to hit so i could drop it, glad to see that it's a hit 😭😭😭

and thank you!! your thoughts and comments were fun to read as always<33 i hope you're having (or had? idk time zones) a great day 🥰🙏💖

[justabigoldnerd]

*visibly shaking*

I HAVE to steal your tags here, @mybelovedillya , because the dog you described sounds an awful like a Great Pyrenees, which is a breed that is very close to my heart for Reasons™️

Big, white, fluffy dog that is often more commonly seen in homes as a family dog. They're massive, and generally good-tempered, insanely soft, tolerate a lot of bullshit, loyal, and fiercely protective.

The latter half of that statement is because they were bred to be livestock guardians. Here's one chillin' with his herd of goats:

They will fuck up an entire pack of coyotes single handedly (pawedly?). All that fluff and extra skin is protection against teeth and claws so that they can protect their flock, herd, etc. They are unendingly kind and loyal to those creatures and people that they care about, but if you chose to fuck with their family? You're as good as dead. This Great Pyrenees in Georgia took on a pack of eleven coyotes who were at the fence of his flock, likely to protect his pregnant mate, while the other guardian dogs herded the flock of sheep away from the fight. He killed eight of them. Eight. By himself. (I'll include a post-fight picture of a Pyrenees at the bottom of this post, under the cut)

So, uh, long story short, I think a Great Pyrenees is the perfect comparison for Illya- a gentle giant, kind and extremely protective, deadly if you mess with his family, but still a big puppy dog who loves his people 💕💕💕💕

(⚠️CW: for bloody animal, but he's fine, it's not his blood)

This guy is another example of them being absolute badass dogs:

Napoleon: *gets down on one knee*

Illya: *also drops to the ground* what are we looking for?

Napoleon, reaching for the ring in his pocket: Peril......

[raspberryjamnnn]

chemtrails, ufos, lizard people, gmos

psychics, mentalists, bending spoons

fluoride in the pipes

bloodline of jesus christ

flat earth, hollow earth, hologram moon

president shapeshifters, stargates, robot hitler

space nazis, space commies, space isn't real

roswell '47, george bush, 9/11

bite sized microchips in your happy meal, oh

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

armageddon, d-day, new world order, michael bay

denver colorado has a portal to hell

missing boats, missing planes, timewarp saddam hussein

multi-uni-omniverse running parallel

the moon landing was a lie

elvis presley didn't die

einstein had a hover car, my uncle was ringo star

rocks are soft

dogs are cats

fact is fiction, fiction's fact

doesn't matter what I spit cause people always buy my shit!

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

soylent green, devil pope, drag queen, horoscopes

jews own starbucks, tryna steal all our bucks

drug addiction, evil doctors,

Gravity won seven oscars

tiny frog, it's in my ear, feeding me the lyrics

big pharma, big brother

milk doesnt come from udders

pepsi, cola and coke, they're the same that's no joke

honey booboo is a man, iraq's actually iran

anime makes people gay but you still watch it anyway!

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

rigged elections, propaganda, jesus christ comes from uganda

dragons guarding buckingham, shoes are just a fucking scam

bumblebees can hear you think, babies come from dirty sinks

lawns are just a metaphor, why arent there words that rhyme with door?

hate is good!

good is bad!

moths are making children sad!

greenday, alley way, I'm running out of things to say!

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

drama always beats facts

people dont like feedback, they want answers that equate to their current mental state.

And if you reassure their fears, and wipe away all of their tears,

bring them hope,

give them love,

claim you're sent from up above

but if a little seed of doubt is planted then you'll want it out before it poisons and destroys obedient young girls and boys

so if you make a little peep, to the farmers, to their sheep,

I'll sneak into your quarters and I'll cut you in your fucking sleep!

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire,

but when I am gone the bullshit still goes on

and on

and on

and on...

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

[huntersmoon1]

If Jack was a dog.

If Hercules was a dog.

Ok I just gave myself an idea for a request.

What if Jack,Hercules, Hermes, Thor, Hlokk, and any other characters you want got sucked through a portal and meet there au dog counterparts and there owner who is a single mom and her daughters one is in her teens and the other is a toddler who just learned how to walk steady on her feet.

Dog Jack and dog Hercules like to walk the older daughter to and from the bus stop, they live on a farm in the country so the bus stop (which is basically a tree with a bench underneath it) is a long way from the house.

Dog Jack has his own puppy a little female who is the runt of the litter. His owner breed him with a Great Dane female all the other puppies got sold but they let him keep this one since they became so attached to each other,Hlokk is pretty much her big sister (or should I say small sister, even a runt from a half Great Dane litter would be kinda tall.).

Hlokk can tell it’s them cuz of her keen nose,Jack made a comment in the recent extra chapter that she has a keen nose. And if that wasn’t enough to convince them the dogs even have the same names as them and look exactly like them lol.

Each dog has there own role to play on the farm like for example:

•guarding the house and the barn at night.

•rounding up the hens if they get loose.

•chasing foxes and or raccoons out of the hen house.

•herding the sheep.

•keeping predators like wolves and cougars out of the horse corral and barn.

•making sure the cats doing it’s job as pest control eating rats,mice,snakes,etc.

•babysitting (yes Jack and or Hercules babysit BOTH daughters even if the older says she doesn’t need it. They know she likes the company.).

•being escorts for the girls is one of them (a self assigned role) they both get a hug a kiss and an I love you before she says goodbye and gets on the bus and when she gets of the bus.

[anddreadful]

9 with teddy/borakov

"There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling" is actually canon for those dummies!!! the fic about that is here but it's old and it didn't cover the waking up so let's do something different. This is at an ambiguously pre-strahd-wedding point in the timeline:

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"Nim's posted up in the library," Borakov announces gruffly, returning from the hallway. "Ireena's in that other room. Denethor's in the Baron's bedroom. Already asleep. Somehow he's taking up the whole damn bed, him and Pidlwick."

Teddy laughs, but her mind turns over the number of habitable rooms left in the ruined manor, including the bedroom they're in now. Borakov had declared earlier it was hers, overseeing the party's room selection like a herd dog fussing over his sheep. "Where will you sleep?"

Borakov grimaces. "Thought I'd sleep in the hall, honestly. There's some beds in the servants' quarters that're still usable, but I don't want to be that far."

"Oh."

This is a finely-appointed room: a thick rug, patterned wallpaper (only lightly singed in the fire), drapery around the four-poster bed. The large four-poster bed. She swallows.

"You... could certainly stay in here. With me. There's plenty of room."

Borakov's eyebrows rise, and heat crawls up her neck.

"Uh. Sure." He hesitates. "If you don't mind?"

"Not at all."

He looks around the room. "Yeah, I could drag one of those cots in here."

Her heart sinks. That hadn't even occurred to her. "Oh. Sure. But I mean, if you wanted to--" He is looking at her, and her face is hot, and she is going to die by suggesting this, she's certain. "-- the bed is big, so we could... share?"

His expression is utterly incomprehensible for a long, agonizing moment, and then he clears his throat.

"Yeah, I, uh. I guess we could do that. You're sure?"

Theodora nods vigorously, not trusting herself to speak again.

"Well then," he might be blushing, it's hard to tell. "Thanks, Ted."

His silly little nickname shouldn't light her up inside, but it does, it always does, no matter how much she tells herself he nicknames everyone. She tries to talk herself into being normal about this as she helps him with his armor, and they take turns splashing their faces at the basin in the corner (the water in the pitcher has only a very thin film of ash at the top), and she crawls into the bed, on the side further from the door, Borakov extinguishing the light cast on his hammer.

The sheets smell like smoke, but they still feel luxurious compared to her hard bedroll. It's hard to enjoy them, however, as she senses the shifting weight of Borakov getting under the blankets beside her, and she makes every possible effort to make herself tiny and unobtrusive on her side of the mattress.

There's a long pause. It's pitch black, and suddenly very quiet. She's facing away from him, and she can't feel his weight, or his body heat, so there's probably a respectable amount of space between them. Not that that would matter if anyone were to walk in on them.

Or magically spy on them.

"Borakov," she whispers, horror dawning on her, "What if Strahd sees?"

There's a beat before he answers, soft in the darkness. "What?"

She sits up, now, mortified fear overtaking her. "I should have thought of it sooner-- what if Strahd sees? This? Us? And assumes--"

"So what if he sees?" Borakov growls, sitting up to match her. She can just make out his shape in the dark. "It's none of the devil's business. If he doesn't like it, he can stock Barovia with more beds so we don't have to double up."

A hysterical little giggle escapes her. "I just mean--"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. But even if we were..." Her heart leaps in her chest, but he changes course. "-- You don't owe him anything. That's all. You shouldn't worry what he thinks, Ted."

She suddenly feels very tired. "I think we have to, Borakov."

He's quiet for a moment. There's a rustle of blankets as he shifts, and she feels the warm brush of his fingers against hers. He pauses there, as if that's what he was looking for. As if he means to take her hand.

Then he thinks better of it, perhaps, and pulls away. "Get some sleep," he murmurs. "If anything happens, I'm right here."

Her throat suddenly thick, she nods. "Yeah. Okay."

Borakov lies back down, and she follows suit, if only to placate him. She won't sleep, she thinks -- how could she, here, with Borakov close enough to reach out and touch. Close enough to put them both in danger. Is it paranoia, to worry about Strahd's jealousy? Presumptive, even? Or is it stupid not to?

But sleep she does. The days are long in this place, and darkness always wins.

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The first thing she registers, upon regaining the ability to register anything, is how very warm she is. It isn't warm in their room at the Blue Water Inn, or out in the wilderness, or even in Ismark's manor. So why is she so warm?

She realizes why with perfect, thoughtless acceptance, as if she were still dreaming: Borakov's arms are around her, her face tucked into his chest. He radiates heat like a fire, and the blankets are soft and heavy, his arms solid. She has never been more blissfully comfortable in memory, and she can't recall why she shouldn't stay like this forever, a veil of semiconsciousness drawn between her and the vague sense that if she were more alert, something would be wrong.

She stays there as long as she can, drifting in the gossamer shallows between sleep and waking. Borakov's deep breathing ghosts her hair, his chest rising and falling gently; his heartbeat thrums hot beneath his skin and nothing else in the world moves at all.

It's perfect.

Perfect things are fleeting, in Barovia. Borakov's breath stutters once as he stirs, and it wakes her fully, like breaking through the surface of the ocean into bracing air. She goes stiff in his arms, suddenly remembering everything. All the Strahd reasons she shouldn't be in Borakov's arms. All the Borakov reasons, too.

Maybe she can pretend to be still asleep, she thinks quickly. Let him make the awkward decision of disentangling them. She keeps her eyes closed and holds very, very still. Too still.

"Hi, Ted." He says, rough with sleep. She can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest, pressed against him like this.

But he doesn't move. She cracks an eye open, but her head is tucked beneath is, so there's no looking right at him without moving. And there's no moving without implicitly acknowledging the position they're currently in.

"Hi," she mumbles, into his shirt.

Borakov continues not moving, so she doesn't either. Theodora thinks she can hear his heart beating faster, now, than it was when he slept. Hopefully he can't feel hers, since it's probably doing something stupid.

Eventually he makes a noise like a grunt. "We should... probably get up."

"We don't have to," she says, on some insane impulse, emboldened, maybe, by his warmth. Greedy for it. "We could stay here until they come to get us."

She cringes at herself, at her bald desperation. But Borakov continues not moving, until he does. It's a small shift, an adjustment of his arms and his weight. Getting comfortable, she realizes.

"Yeah," he says, moving a hand to her back. Holding her to him. On purpose. "We could do that."

Her mind feels sticky, a mess of need and paralysis and fear and what's left of sleep clinging to her. Bad. She shouldn't be doing this. But she feels too raw to do anything but nuzzle deeper into his chest and inhale.

She wonders if Tatyana was as selfish as she is. If the curse punishes her for her desperate wanting the same way it punishes Strahd for his.

Give me a ship and a prompt number and i'll write a minific!