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ghouljams · 3 months

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"We can start trying after dinner." Why do I have a feeling one of two things are going to happen. One bee ain't gonna be out of bed for the next 5-6 weeks or two Bee's gonna to be heavily indulging in König's free use kink. No room, structure, or area will be safe from the beast and I don't think Bee will complain. If the animals could talk they'd simply say run to whoever is unlucky to pass by. Good thing their farms are so far from everyone.

-Hot mess rambler

When König said after dinner he meant after dinner. Pushed against the sink as he tugs your pants down, shuddering and moaning as he bullies his cock into you, after dinner. You don't even get the water turned on, you put the dishes in the sink and he bends you over. His big hands pull your hips up to meet his, and he leans over you so you can feel his weight as he fucks you nice and deep. Maybe König pulls his shirt up enough that you can feel the softness you're created, the press of his stomach against your back, the dark thick hair that covers him and tickles your skin. It's dirty and efficient and he keeps you there, fucks his come back into you and murmurs in your ear about trying until it takes.

You have 20 minutes to clean up, working within his refraction time before you're bent over the next nearest surface and fucked full again. There's absolutely no area of the farmhouse you wouldn't get fucked on/in/over while König indulges not just his free use kink, but his breeding kink too. Although, is it really a kink or is it just what's happening? He's breeding you. He doesn't need 5-6 weeks, König is keeping you stuffed full of his potent come and if you don't miss your next period it will be an act of god.

You cannot escape this man. It's a miracle that you don't get caught by anyone driving past your farm when König catches you during chores, fucking you into the grass, mounting you like an animal. Fuck he'd smack your ass when he's done, tell you to clean up and get back to work. Walking around with wobbly legs and his come dripping out of you... Mmm, You sure feel like a farmer's wife during these few weeks.

#ghoul speaks #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #oc: bee #cowboy!König #könig x f!reader #f!reader #cowboy au #Bee has to take some days off work just because she cannot escape this man #hot mess rambler anon

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satellitedusterart · 4 months

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intrusion

#my art #oc art #dahlia #the visual of the ufo in the bg was me trying to recreate a scene from a dream i had the night before i collected references #basic gist behind dahlia is that she's a homestead who performs odd jobs for family friends around town #''aw nice where do the aliens come in'' idk yet :3 i'll figure it out #rambler

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hippielittlemetalhead · 4 months

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Part 3 (One of Us) of 'Never Took The Time (To Forget)' previously known as 'Hopper Adopts Steve But Make It Sad'

Part 1 (Hop fucks up), Part 2 (Pride and Prejudices: Joyce Edition)

Here's a bit more for you filthy animals 😘

Much like he's come to expect from the small soldiers these children have fashioned themselves into he's not surprised when they come pouring out of whichever of the twins' rooms they shoved themselves in like codependent sardines. He's not surprised by the looks of anger and disappointment and confusion. Claudia Henderson's kid -Dustin- looks on the edge of tears with a grim set to his mouth that reminds him of when the kid's mom is beyond words in her slow-burning fury. El and Will have matching looks of disappointed confusion.

What he's not expecting is the way Mike and the younger (usually more volatile) Sinclair are holding onto an incensed looking Lucas. Lucas who has always been the polite one when it came to addressing adults and the one to preach caution and thinking plans through. Lucas who has been quiet and withdrawn since Hop came back, spending his days at the edge of Party affairs when not helping in the rebuilding efforts around town or sitting at Max's bedside.

"What the fuck, Hopper?" The kid spits out and that seems to snap the rest of The Party into action. Will goes to join the two holding Sinclair back but Dustin starts near incoherently yelling in that screechy pitch only that kid seemed to be able to hit about bullshit cops and useless adults and to let Lucas go. "He idolized you, man! Would tell us all the time that you were 'one of the good ones' that if we ever needed anyone and he wasn't there, to find you. That you would take care of us because that's just what you did for people. Because you were good!"

"Lucas, chill out man." Mike pants though he's also glaring daggers at Hop.

This is where Joyce (god bless her) decides to step in. "Lucas, honey-" She says with her soft voice and big wet eyes and that warmth she seems to infuse into everything she touched. "It's complicated. There's some things you just don't understand and-"

"No! You two don't understand! Steve is GOOD. He's good and he cares and he takes care of everyone else and he always kept us safe." The kid seems to be losing some of his steam, pulling at his friends less and resigned to shaking in barely contained fury. "He gets hurt and he gets back up and he apologizes for taking a fall in the first place! He's just Good."

"I know he's been good to you kids and I appreciate that, I really do Lucas." Joyce says, her voice a little stronger, that steadiness returning. "Sometimes people in our lives can do bad things to others and we don't see it because we care about them and that's not always a bad thing. But we have to remember that the people who were wronged are allowed to be upset and that's normal to feel and-"

"You mean like Jonathan?" The room goes quiet. Will looks resigned but not surprised by Lucas' question but the rest of the kids look just as confused as him and Joyce. "Did you really think Steve broke his camera -in the school parking lot of all places- for the hell of it? Did you seriously never question it?"

Hop feels something twist in his gut. He had been so caught up in the search for Will and wrangling a frantic Joyce that he hadn't paid any attention to small-town squabbles like two teenagers having it out in the school parking lot, the destruction of personal property or what might have triggered it. He looks over the kids' heads to see Jonathan and his stoner buddy standing just outside his door. The friend looks confused but Jon is looking at his mom who hasn't noticed him yet like a man preparing himself for the gallows.

"Mom." Joyce's eyes snap from where they were locked on Lucas up to her oldest son. "Mom, I-"

"What are they talking about Jon?" It's quiet. Quiet and scared because everyone in the room knows that whatever secret reason Lucas (and maybe Will?) seems to be the only one to know Steve had for picking a fight isn't going to be good. Jonathan's mouth opens like he's going to say something but no words come out. "Honey, what did you do?"

"He took pictures of Steve and his friends the night Barbara Holland disappeared."

"Will?" all eyes except Lucas' (who is still glaring daggers at Hop) are on the two brothers. One scared and almost pleading the other disappointed and resolved.

"He hid in the bushes and took pictures of Steve and his friends with Nancy and Barbara. There were pictures of Barbara at the Harrington place before she died and he never told anyone. But there were also-" He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes like he can't look at his older brother who has hung his shaggy head under everyone's heavy gaze. "There were pictures of just Steve and Nancy. Alone together. In Steve's room."

There's a sharp gasp that he thinks came from Joyce but he's too busy watching the young man he's come to consider a son. His head is still lowered and his shoulders are curving in on themselves as he shakes off the hand his long-haired friend tries to place on his shoulder.

"Oh baby," Joyce's voice is wet again. A tone of horrified disappointment to it that Hop has only heard her use when talking to or about one other person. "Tell me you didn't."

"Then he-" Will clears his throat like this one is what gives him pause. "He was caught developing the pictures in the school's darkroom. All of the pictures. And he had zoomed in on Steve's window. Nancy was the center of the shot." The kid's eyes flit over to Mike (who is now turning an interesting shade of red as he glares at Jonathan) before he blushes and looks at the ground, "She uh-"

Lucas does not seem to share Will's newfound hesitance in the face of an enraged Mike Wheeler. "Most of the upperclassmen argue if she had a bra or not but they all seem to agree she didn't have a top."

"Oh my god." Everyone was frozen as Joyce began to crumble. "Oh my god." He reached out to catch her, her nails digging into his arm through his shirt sleeve as she stared unseeing at her oldest son.

Jonathan started forward. "Mom, I-" a hand in the middle of his chest stopped him. "Will, please, I need to-"

"Just stop, man." Lucas sighs. "You started this shit, you gotta deal with it before you hurt someone else besides Steve."

"I didn't mean to hurt Steve."

Hops feels himself frozen to the spot in a way he's not used to anymore these days. His mind is working overtime picking out all of the charges that could have been pressed even against a boy of 15/16 if any of the kids in Harrington's inner circle had told an actual adult about the situation. The veritable legal hell that would have been brought down on Joyce while searching for a son legally assumed dead.

"Is that what you told yourself when you helped Nancy cheat?" And it just kept getting worse.

Joyce gives off a whimper and the kids gathered make varied sounds of shock and disgust.

"They were broken up."

"Were they? Cause everybody at school and half the town seems to all know about you and Nancy disappearing together when Steve was still calling her his girlfriend and then you all showed back up to school, Steve beat to hell again and Nancy hanging all over you. The basketball team STILL talk about it."

He's heard enough. "Alright, that's it!" He yells out over the children yelling and Joyce demanding answers and Jonathan's friend trying to say something about there being some sort of explanation. "This doesn't help us help Steve."

Lucas shakes off the loose hold Erica and Mike still had on him and crosses his arms as he rolls back his shoulders and tilts his jaw up to fix him with a glare. The kid's stance is almost arrogant but Hop can't help but notice the way he rests his weight on his off side, his shoulders back and his posture straight without his chest puffing out ridiculously like Hop is used to from teenage boys gearing for a fight.

"I think you've helped enough, Hopper." It's quiet and biting and he lets himself have a moment of grief for the childhood these kids lost, and the fact that he's almost positive Lucas didn't pick up this easy confidence from anyone else in their monster fighting club but Steve. "You and Mrs. Byers want to play nice now cause you feel guilty and that's all well and good but what happens when Steve does something else you don't agree with without explanation? Or he and Jonathan or Nancy get in another fight? When we finally get rid of Vecna and the Upside Down for good? What happens when you don't feel guilty anymore?"

"I can't make any sort of promise you lot will believe. And lord knows I'm pretty shit at keeping them anyways. I just want to be able to try."

"He mourned you, you know. When we were told you didn't make it." That weight is back in his chest. "He held himself together around us but there were- there were moments we could tell. He and El really bonded over that. Over you. Over losing you."

"I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't. You didn't want to know."

"There's no way I can make you believe me. That I want to fix this."

"We want to, Hopper." Dustin butts in, placing a hand on Lucas' shoulder and limping up next to the other boy. "But from what you and Mrs. Byers were talking about... There's just a lot that makes a lot more sense and it doesn't inspire a lot of faith in either of you."

"We need to discuss this as a Party."

"Okay."

"That means letting us take care of it. Steve's one of us and you hurt him."

"I understand."

"So you and Mrs. Byers have got to wait till we say you can talk to Steve. That he's ready for it."

"Now, kids-"

"No they're right, Joyce. We fucked it up on our own and- and he trusts these little shits more than he trusts us right now. We've gotta do the same."

Joyce sighs, "Fine."

She's not happy about it and honestly neither is he. But if the last few years and his stint in a Russian gulag and the subsequent escape taught him anything it's maybe he needs to trust his people to do what they need to do.

The kids scurry back to whichever of the Twins' room they came from, led by a newly determined and involved Lucas and a furiously muttering Dustin. Jonathan and Joyce make their way to the kitchen and Hopper decides he's going to let them have that conversation in as much privacy as they can with a house as full as theirs.

Hopper sits in the living room, runs his hands through his hair that's finally growing out and pulls them down his face before resting his chin on steepled fingers. He hates sitting and waiting and relying on someone else for the next steps. But all he can think about is the sound Steve made. The look in his eyes. The pride in his voice the last time he heard him say, "My Hop."

That's it!

He stands up so fast his bad ankle protests and his knees pop. He limps to the front door, yelling out to the house that he has to go, has something to do. Calls out he has his walkie and that El needs to be ready on time. Then he's out the door.

Part 4.1

More coming soon! Hopefully! Work went from an active team of about 12 to 5, not including the managers we lost ssssooo... Yeah fun times. 🙃

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#Never Took The Time (To Forget)#nttttf verse #hopper adopts steve #but make it sad #rambler writes #stranger things fic #hopper pov #lucas sinclair #The Party loves Steve

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s0lar-ch3ri · 6 months

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spoilers for ep 107 but im a writer guys

Gillion had expected to have his head hurt a bit when a fountain was thrown at him. What he didn't expect was (from Chip's description) the same void Chip was in when fully petrified. The same darkness Chip felt coursing through his veins from La Alma's boss. The same kind of room as the world of the Pearl, or even the mirror he was in about an hour or so ago.

Jay had expected Gillion to be able to take a small hit. After all, he had a plan, and when it came to fighting, he was a tank for being hit. What she didn't expect was her invisibility spell to be used on a now dead target. Jay's eyes widened, being the only one who was in on Gillion's plan, as she heard the crunch of bones and triton blood too sticky to have been faked by magic illusions. No my friends, this was real. Gillion Tidestrider had died...for a bit.

That was until a special figure appeared in the sky. Those tiefling horns and ever so fancy outfit pissed Chip off so badly. What did that man want now? He just lost his friend for good, was about to be captured and put into enemy hands, and now him? Chip didn't even need anything more to know this was Niklaus Hendrix.

"Well, you Riptide Pirates seem to have quite big adventures." Niklaus had landed and was standing by the rubble. He stood inspecting it. "Yep, he's really died. I didn't think he'd be that easily knocked over, but I guess one of you 3 got lucky." The 3 creatures seemed tense at his sudden arrival.

The chaingel (Chip came up with it himself, so clever) spoke up quickly after the comment. "And who might you be? A child of God too?" (Chip will never get over that he got bible baited).

"Ah, the name's Niklaus, or the Wish Doctor. Desire Daddy works too," he winked at Chip for that one (The fuck kind of fruity tension did these two devolpe? Jay will not understand men's allure to her stinky bastard co-captain). "And I am here because of a special deal I have with the Chosen One here."

"Chosen One?" the minotaur called out (Chip was daming it to hell for what he's done to Gillion).

"He didn't yell out his titles at you? Well, that's a first." He talked, still smirking as he picked up Gillion's body from the rubble.

"What are you going to do to G- our captain, LA-LA?" Queen called out. As Chip looked behind him, Gryffon was getting ready to blast the fucker to bits (that's how he would have said, Chip just knows it).

"Calm down Queen, all of you. Consider this a free favor from me, as a gift for doing what I've asked, and because I still have a plan for you 3." As they all watched, Gillion seemed to have a small glow to him (Jay swore she saw him get remoisted) and soon enough, he was coughing for air.

"Owie."

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