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tawneybel · 12 days

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Imagine Oswald continuing to reject Ed’s request to teach him how to become a better killer, but accepting his host’s proposition to have a three-way with you.

“Wait,” you interrupted, hooking a thumb at bound Leonard, “with him watching?”

“______,” the Riddler gently explained, “he has a bag over his head. How can he watch us?”

“Though he is going to hear our moans,” interjected the Penguin.

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tawneybel · 12 days

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Imagine walking in on Walt cranking it to your completely SFW social media selfies.

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tawneybel · 16 days

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Well if you want to see Edgar get turned into a cum balloon by Kerb, then you know what they say, be the change you want to see in the world. 😏

Somehow I’ve gone this long without using “cum balloon” in my everyday vocab.

But, by gum, you’re right. I can be the change I want to see in the world…s. Interplanetary sex. Maybe I should write my fave pairings/reader lol. Or just more cum-inflation.

#anon #ask #Edgar the Bug #Edgar #Kerb #minors do not interact #terato #anal.#cum. inflation #Men in Black #MIB #Men in Black 1997

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tawneybel · 17 days

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I’ll Hit It from the Back Just So You Won’t Get Attached

That line is so catchy wtf. It makes me want to write more pegging, for some reason.

Song of the day: “i like the way you kiss me” by Artemas.

Working on John Carver (Thanksgiving) request, then one for Smile entity. Possessing Joel. Also, I’m going back to posting short imagines because they’re easier, but will continue making requests 500+ words.

Coincidentally, I just finished Book of Night by Holly Black and there’s a Carver in it. Read if you’re into shadows possessing people. Literal overshadowing. 🤤

Besides T-giving, 2023 also gave us the excellent Scream VI and Totally Killer. Good year for slashers. Not really interested in the Winnie-the-Pooh one, though. “Heffalumps and Woozles” is as spooky as anything Pooh-related should be.

Hope everyone who celebrates had a great Holy Week.

For Good Friday, we had shrimp cakes, cucumber salad, jalapeño cornbread, and potato salad. Easter: cod, horseradish buttered potatoes/carrots/cabbage, and garden salad. Dessert was a chocolate pie with meringue. The meringue was good, but overkill. Next time we make chocolate pie, it’ll have nuts mixed in.

(Photos taken on oldster phone and low blood sugar.)

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tawneybel · 21 days

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Request: “It's finally our turn to be asked "Truth or Dare". And Calux possesses one of the boys and dare us to him him have his way with us?”

Imagine it’s finally your turn to pick truth or dare from a possessed Lucas.

“Truth or dare?” asked the demon wearing Lucas’s face.

“Dare,” you replied, without hesitation.

______ has no idea what’s in store for her.

Despite his host’s inclination towards Markie and Olivia, they weren’t really Calux’s type. They were both nubile, yes. Just outshone by the latecomer. The new player in this round of Truth or Dare and their silly love lives. Too bad Lucas hadn’t met you first. Then he wouldn’t have had to deal with an unfaithful lover and his inability to leave her, or the lover’s best friend who covered up the infidelities.

It was easy to overwrite the boy’s attraction, though. Humans were so sensitive. So easy to stimulate. Of course, Calux knew he was being hypocritical. He’d immediately wanted to lay you. What he wouldn’t give to be corporeal! Still, possession was a boon.

“Let me have my way with you.”

If he’d been an incubus, he would have already crept into your bedchamber and taken you dozens of times. In one night, till the break of dawn. Draining your vitality, keeping you bedridden and too weak to even consider tightening your walls, bracing against his cock. Maybe he’d be diphallic, if he was of the incubi ilk. One member sapping your lifeforce, the other replenishing it. Calux knew of such devils.

But being able to overshadow someone, that brought him almost as much pleasure as he knew he would have desecrating you. Invading some unenlightened mortal’s mind and body, forcing them to do everything. Admit vicious truths. Perform obscene acts. Commit horrific sins. Particularly in public. Suppressing his hosts’ desires and installing his own. Pure ecstasy. There were certain rules Calux had to follow on this plane. Coming up with loopholes was great amusement. And forcing mortals to play truth or dare was the most fun he’d had in centuries. Seeping further into Lucas’s mind, Calux began to list other party games to pervert.

Premarital was the norm in 201x, so he wasn’t too surprised when you unzipped your purse, dug around for a moment, then pulled out a box of condoms. Already opened. With you, Calux was only interested in physical penetration, not spiritual. Maybe later he’d make you admit how many guys you’d had and how you’d had them. At the rate players were losing, it’d just be ______ soon. Unless you four lured in some fresh victims.

It’d be fun to see you get prodded by and impaled on strangers’ cocks, tongues, and fingers. Through the penetrators’ own eyes.

Olivia’s right, you thought with a mental grimace, it does look like a messed up filter.

“It” being Markie’s boyfriend’s face.

If someone could capture a pic of this temporary disfigurement, anyone they’d show it to would probably scoff. Say it’s too silly to be scary. Maybe at a glance, you thought. Seeing a person’s face stretch to accommodate the diabolism masked behind it was brain searing. The painfully wide smile and shiny, buggy eyes.

Well, Calux’s bulging eyes were distracting from Lucas’s bulging groin. The demon figured he could transmute the phallus ad hoc. For the moment, his vessel’s member would do.

Besides, he reverbated in Lucas’s skull, I’m not sure my hard-on could keep that sheath intact.

You placed a hand on said boner. Lack of enthusiasm didn’t seem to bother him. Lucas or Calux. It pulsed even though your palm was almost hovering. If a player didn’t finish a dare, she died. If you didn’t help him finish, you were probably going to be violated. Well, more so than if you submitted to Calux’s advances.

Your infernal partner set “his” hand over yours, molding your grip. Puppeteering Lucas to buck into your fist. To tenderly moan your name, even though you knew glassy eyes were drinking in your submission. You eyed Lucas’s abdomen. Yours would be slapping against it soon.

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tawneybel · 1 month

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Note: “Imagine how greedy Ross Humboldt gets over your body when he can tell you’re pregnant with multiples.” Contains sex pollen, too.

It was late by less than two weeks. How Mr. Humboldt knew he was a father again was beyond you. Eight days. A week and a day since he’d successfully inseminated you. Which Ross claimed would result in “a whole brood of ______-Humboldts!”

A father again and again and…

The lush grassland wanted to share its fecundity with its guests. Or subjects. Whatever it deemed you two. You weren’t a member of the Church of the Black Rock. Ross was. Initially, you didn’t like calling him by his first name. Who would, in your circumstances? Pretending he was still married to Natalie didn’t help. (You’d tried.) “Till death do we part” and all that. A normal union whose vows might not apply to Ross’s new marriage.

“I haven’t even taken a test.”

“But you are,” Ross insisted with a smile. Ignoring the ridiculousness of your statement. There were no pharmacies out here.

Dodging his caresses wasn’t an option now.

Not that you wanted to. There wasn’t much else to do. A bag of books to fight ennui. Some convenience store fare. Your leash was shorter than ever after the escape. Which had been too easy. Ross slept like the dead after screwing. Maybe the Tall Grass thought it tamed you. Or it liked to tease. A yawning path tempted you out of the maze. The church remained fixed even as you jumped up one, two, three, four times. Heart thumping, you made a break for it. Thankful that with everything/-one lost, your keys remained pocketed.

Find a station. No, not a police station. A gas station. Nobody rational will believe me. Becky, Cal, Tobin, Travis. All gone. Whether from the mortal plane or just the Grass, who knows? And what plane is the Tall Grass the entry for, anyway? Fairyland, limbo, some fresh hellscape? Okay, found a station.

After that, you were on autopilot. Waking up in the passenger seat to Ross racing back down the way you came. “Racing” was a bit strong. Just going a bit above the speed limit. Nothing a typical suburban dad wouldn’t do on the way to a beguiling destination.

“Picked up some groceries while you were out.”

It wasn’t stated like a question. You had one or a dozen, but swallowed your queries. The Tall Grass wasn’t so isolated. Not like Ross and me and babies makes one, two, three… It shouldn’t have been able to reach out that far. Pollen, maybe. Your new family was rooted here. The idea of rhizomes reaching out miles upon miles, seeking your footfalls… Because you had been barefoot. Shoes long lost to the Grass during Ross’s wooing. You hoped the convenience store clerk didn’t notice. She either hadn’t or was too polite to say anything. Too bad there hadn’t been a drive-through.

“Good,” Ross continued, “you’re going to need all the nutrients you can get. Need to keep your strength up. For all the fucking.”

A giggle bolted from your mouth. The sky was darkening but you spotted a Plymouth Fury. So you were entering the Tall Grass where you’d exited. For the last time, probably.

“And the birthing, of course. I’ll help with that.”

“Like you did with Becky?”

It just slipped out. Ross smoothly parked your vehicle. For a wild second, you imagined plowing through the vegetation. Mowing it down. Ripping open packs of snacks, scattering, and stomping on them. Their saltiness ensuring nothing green grew there ever again as you smooshed them into the ground.

“Now, ______,” Ross chastised, rolling down your window. Like you needed fresh air. “I’m not a certified midwife, but we’re going to have help. I want our babies to be safe and healthy just as much as you do.”

His tone made you feel childish. Throwing a temper tantrum wasn’t going to help. Your face flushed further as he poked at your panties.

“Look, all those hormones aren’t just making you wet. They’re also giving you nesting instincts.”

“They are?” you asked, snapping your eyes away from the Grass. The blades of which sought you out like sunlight. If it wasn’t dusk, you might have noticed the large clumps of pollen wafting through the air. If it wasn’t dusk, and Ross hadn’t been massaging you through your underwear.

You shut your eyes and inhaled.

“Let me do the errands in the future, okay?”

“Ross, someone might see usssss.” Your plea quickly turned into a hiss of pleasure. He’d pulled aside the soaked cotton to reveal your warm cunt. His thumb teased your slit, making you try to push yourself onto it. Mr. Humboldt’s current favorite hole of yours leaked onto his hands.

“We got a gusher!”

Your thighs tried to rub together, but your spouse quickly withdrew his thumb before prying apart both soft limbs.

“Uh uh. Take your skirt off.”

You nodded, obediently unbuttoning. However, the skirt was actually part of a dress with a differently patterned top and bottom. As soon as Ross caught sight of your soon-to-be swollen breasts, the last thread of his restraint unraveled.

“Fuck, I’m so greedy for your body.”

His face burrowed into your tits, supported by a front-fastening bra. Once unlocked, they sprang free, ready to get sucked by Ross for nine months straight. And afterwards. His hands stayed on your legs. Squeezing them tighter and tighter, till you cried out. Wanting to suckle each nipple, but unsure which to start on, he nuzzled the cleft of your breasts.

“Twins mean double the milk. And quads-!”

He groaned, unable to resist your now yielding thighs. Or your puffy nips or the fact you had an unfilled gap hot and dripping. You hadn’t been penetrated for almost half a day, which was a problem. Unless asleep, Ross knew you needed at least a couple fingers inside your warm hole. Preferably a cock, though. He needed to be stretching you out for childbirth. Make it feel almost weird not to have something inside you.

(The fact that’s not how vaginae worked wouldn’t occur until post-nut clarity. Ross was just that psyched for you to deliver quadruplets.)

If your nethers got too sore, he’d love to sandwich himself between plump tits. Plumpening tits.

“Ross, take me inside the grass.”

Your husband complied, leading you by the waist. The tips of your nips hardened, reaching out for the Grass’s blades. Ross matched your smile as the greenery encased you both. Looking forward to ______’s birth canal getting plugged, overflowing with cum, bearing brood after brood after brood. You were spot on about the Tall Grass’s desire to share its fecundity. About making Mr. Humboldt’s length swell only at the thought of worshiping your arable body.

Letting you go had been a fun experiment. Ross would be in charge of grocery shopping from now on, though. It didn’t need you to touch the Rock. Not yet. Not with its pollen keeping you compliant and, more importantly, aroused.

The newlyweds were enjoying their stroll to the center of the contiguous United States. You absentmindedly fingered your coochie, prepping it for more breeding, while one of Ross’s hands slid up to work a nipple.

Yeah, you were going to enjoy maternity.

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tawneybel · 2 months

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*walks you out of the sun*

Song of the day: “Destroy Everything You Touch” by Ladytron.

Working on Ross Humboldt request. Hopefully it’ll get posted this or next werk.

On season six of The Walking Dead. Never thought I’d love a piece of zombie media as much as I love this show. It’s not exactly rewatchable, but it’s so hard to resist binging. But some things bother me:

Where are the vultures? I guess there are no maggots wriggling inside the walkers because they’d just eat them. But all those corpses and no scavengers?? (╯*□*)╯︵ ┻━┻ I

Where’s the homemade armor? If I were in the zombie apocalypse, I would dress like after Tweedledum and Tweedledee decided to do battle.

Why is the walkers’ style so drab? Look up any screenshot of a walker herd/horde. I understand why production would want to avoid logos, but why bland everything? If I was ever zombified, my only hope is that I would be less generic than everyone else. Also, if they’re going to shoot me, I want Carl Grimes to take the shot. Because Carl will put me down clean.

Just started watching The Second Best Hospital in the Galaxy to fill the Tuca & Berta-shaped hole in my heart. Horsejack Boman wasn't doing that.

So far Drs. Klak and Plowp are my faves. Keke Palmer was great in Scream: Resurrection and Nope, plus she’s talked about being a member of the PCOSisterhood.

Klak is relatable, but I decided to ween myself off Lexapro. As an anxiety med, it worked great for years. Until I got cavities from dry mouth despite drinking water all the time and avoiding added sugar. Plus it was getting harder and harder to fall asleep.

Now I’ve made great strides with my mental health. It’s sunny enough for me to comfortably go outside. I’m going to the gym once a week, not just walking my dog only in the evenings and avoiding sitting. (Reading while standing in place on break worried my coworkers for some reason.)

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tawneybel · 2 months

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Mood.

guy sitting by a fire

in a manuscript of jean de wavrin's "anciennes chroniques d'angleterre", flanders, c. 1470-90

source: Paris, BnF, Français 75, fol. 198r

#this isn’t that relevant to this blog #besides male nudity #I just have a mild interest in art history lol #reblog #cuties in codices #Jean de Wavrin #Anciennes chroniques d’Angleterre #same energy #Très Riches Heures du Duc de Berry #Limbourg brothers #Herman Limbourg #Paul Limbourg #Jean Limbourg #Frères de Limbourg

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tawneybel · 2 months

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hey there! have you done any fics/reads on adam stanheight from saw? ive been dying for a. very overstimulated adam.

Hello hello. Adam tag and Saw tag. Now that I’m caught up with the movies—X was great—I should do more Saw imagines. So many characters who’d look good sexually overstimulated.

#anon #ask #Adam Stanheight #Saw #Saw 2004 #minors do not interact #overstimulation.#Saw movie #Saw film #Saw X

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tawneybel · 2 months

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St. Vee Day

Song of the day: “Cute Aggression” by Nicole Dollanganger.

Hope everyone had a decent Valentine’s! I was supposed to go out on the 13th, because Shrove Tuesday, but the weather interrupted that plan. (At least I got Ferrero Rocher.) Lately I’ve been keeping track of local events so I can plan cute non-work outfits.

Blog-related goals:

Post more longer imagines. 500+ words, like school essay length.

Post more imagines for characters played by celebrity crushes. David Dastmalchian keeps accidentally popping up in movies I’m watching. The Boogeyman, Last Voyage of the Demeter, Dune rewatch… For some reason Piter didn’t stand out to me the first time?? (Probably because Leto Atreides. ) His matter of fact way of speaking is so attractive.

More would involves and N/SFW alphabets?

Just get through the inbox. XD

Post ranked 2023 movie list. It would have been posted back in January, but I keep watching new ones.

#Tawney talks #Valentine’s Day #Shrove Tuesday #Mardi Gras #Lent #minors do not interact #Nicole Dollanganger #David Dastmalchian #St. Valentine’s Day #Ash Wednesday #Saint Valentine’s Day #Fat Tuesday #Dune #Last Voyage of the Demeter #Dune 2021 #Dracula #The Boogeyman #Stephen King #The Boogeyman 2023

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tawneybel · 2 months

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2024 Reader Insert Smut Masterlist

Note: And lists. Request rules. Go to Settings, scroll down to Community labels, and adjust as needed. Tumblr automatically filters certain content.

Oswald Cobblepot and Ed Nygma from Gotham

Walter De Ville from The Invitation

Calux and Lucas Moreno from Truth or Dare

Ross Humboldt from In the Tall Grass

Serleena from Men in Black II

Gorman from The Walking Dead

Lalo Salamanca from Better Call Saul

Top 10 Hottest Characters, Part XIX

Eddie Munson and Vecna from Stranger Things 4

Diego from Saw X

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tawneybel · 2 months

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Request: “what about serleena using Male Reader as nothing but a breeder to repopulate her kind andy you have no choice in the matter not that you mind.”

Imagine Serleena using you as a breeder, giving you no choice in the matter. (Not that you mind.)

You could have easily gone the way of Serleena’s snack. Had you actually presented a threat. The mugger hadn’t really been a threat either, though. More like an annoyance. Or a convenience, because your alien queen was sated prior to meeting you.

Not sexually sated, of course. Otherwise you wouldn’t be in the position you were in now. Serleena knew, from the moment her eyes locked on your bewildered expression, you were going to repopulate the Kylothian race. And there was nothing you could do about it. Lay back and think of Earth.

She didn’t bother gloating much. Once it was clear you understood your role as breeder. ______ ______: intergalactic sperm donor, you mused. “Deliverer” might be more apt. Straight from the tap to her paps. Not that Serleena currently allowed you to use her mammary glands for anything other than foreplay. If you came on them, gave her a pearl necklace, wasted your Earthling seed in any way whatsoever… Your mate would be irate.

“Pregnancy won’t halt my husbandly duties?”

Kyloth’s mating norms weren’t known to you. She told you, precoitus, you were going to procreate with her many, many, many times. Even if she delivered a large brood, Serleena planned on having her way indefinitely. Postcoitus, she laughed as she withdrew your slack penis. Giving it one last pelvic squeeze. Milk-ing your human appendage to the last drop. Tendrils reabsorbed into her supple skin. She didn’t bind you during the first session. Just caressed your limbs a little. Make sure you knew she was a queen. Ruler of not a military state, but a conqueror species.

Her chest would swell, which she would smugly throw in your face (literally). If you didn’t want a tentacle encircling your head, muzzling you, then you better get licking.

Serleena laughed. You weren’t a husband. Just because she was a queen, didn’t make you a consort. A concubine, at best. Still, you lucked out. Even Kylothians were capable of pair bonding. She had imprinted on you and you alone. But that just meant your only objective was pleasuring Serleena.

“Your purpose is to inseminate me as many times as I say,” she groaned once, knickers parted to the side whilst straddling you. Sometimes, Serleena couldn’t be bothered to remove her heels or lingerie. Her impeccably manicured nails tapped against her thighs. Toned, but hiding the horrific power of the Kylothian queen. She’d just depleted your balls not an hour ago, and was annoyed you weren’t fully turgid again as soon as she walked through the door. “You’re a tool. And when my womb is teeming with the next generation of Kylothians, you’re a toy. You get to actually put that mouth to good use.”

Every once and a while you fantasized about hers. Something about being slick with alien discharge more often than not really beefed up your sperm-count. Seminal fluid in general, really. Her maw was capable of swallowing vast quantities of, well, anything. You saw that the first time you met.

Nighttime in Central Park. Scary even before the ground shook. The magazine slipped from your grasp. Serleena sensed your fingerprints. Particularly fresh on the two-page Victoria’s Secret spread. You noticed her first. Tendrils carefully oozing out, like a botanical Hydra. Growing then constricting. Shifting Serleena into a suitable form to be inseminated. Of course her primary objective was the Light of Zartha. But she was horny. Ovulation did not halt just because she wore a human guise. On the contrary, she now had more erogenous zones on her exterior. May as well pick up a living sex-toy on the way.

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tawneybel · 2 months

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I now it’s not X Reader, but I’m imagining the encounter between Edgar and Kerb in MIB going a lot… differently. By that, I mean they fuck in the barn since it turns out Kerb is in a rut, and he’d like something to fuck and Edgar… well, he guesses it beats dying, even if he’s saying that he ain’t gay the whole time. Edgar’s potbelly is bulging out even further on Kerb’s colossal bug cock, and it only gets more prominent when Kerb cums in him and makes his gut swell like a balloon with his seed. I dunno, just surprised no one’s written anything like that yet.

Edgar is so ungrateful. Doesn’t appreciate Beatrice. Doesn’t appreciate buggery. Xeno-buggery.

It is kinda odd there’s not really an Edgar/Kerb fandom. FurAffinity has some decent Edgar the Bug art, but a lot of it contains stuff I’m not into. If there was any plain ol’ Kerb-on-Edgar (or any human) that would make me so happy.

Anyway, that scenario. 🥵 Monster-on-guy, size difference, cum-inflation.

Most of my fave M/M ships have at least one non-human member lol. Stupid sexy space invaders.

#anon #ask #Kerb #Edgar the Bug #Men in Black #minors do not interact #dubious consent #size difference #terato #cum. inflation #anal.#Edgar #MIB #Beatrice

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tawneybel · 2 months

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The smiling entity from the new smile movie

All those mouths lol. Imagine him giving oral. Nah, that’s too wild. Better play it safe and have him possess Joel.

#anon #ask #Smile #Smile 2022 #Smile Entity #minors do not interact #terato #demon #Smile Demon #the Monstrosity #Joel #possession #demonic possession #demon possession

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tawneybel · 2 months

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Hey so you know the one Blumhouse film "Truth or Dare?" Could you maybe write for Calux? The demon in the movie? I was thinking something like: It's finally our turn to be asked "Truth or Dare". And Calux possesses one of the boys and dare us to him him have his way with us?

Dear god I need therapy. 🥲

Yes! I’ve written for Calux. And I’m thinking Lucas for this request. Always down for cute characters being subject to demonic possession.

#anon #ask #Blumhouse #Truth or Dare #Calux #minors do not interact #Truth or Dare 2018 #demon #possession #dubious consent #Lucas Moreno #demonic possession #demon possession

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tawneybel · 2 months

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Imagine how greedy Ross Humboldt gets over your body when he can tell you're pregnant with multiples.

Yess, pregnant sex. It wasn’t enough for Ross to touch grass. He had to touch ass. And become more fertile than everyone else.

(Off topic, but I actually read the novella a few months ago. If I was involved in the production of the film, at no point would I have tried to omit the hippie characters.)

#anon #ask #Ross Humboldt #In the Tall Grass #Stephen King #minors do not interact #Joe Hill #pregnancy #multiple pregnancy #In the Tall Grass 2019

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tawneybel · 2 months

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Note: Cullen Moss also played Shoupe on OBX. Corrupt authority with pretty eyes. Anyway, sorry for neglecting the inbox. Going to try to finish some requests soon.

Imagine Gorman agreeing to stay away from Joan and Beth as long as he gets you.

I’m not sure why you even bothered asking me, you pretended to say, Dawn’s in charge of who boinks who around here.

He thumbed your tongue, which promptly retracted. A coquettish lick? Smile widening, Officer Gorman swooped in.

Her iron fist’s slackening, you continued. It was hard to shut your brain off. To just daydream while he performed all the cavity searches he wanted. Your thoughts refused to leave Grady Memorial Hospital. At least Gorman could only have his way here. No driving you to remote locations for backseat banging. Misuse of police equipment might still occur. Or not.

Dawn’d cream her well-ironed pants if she knew about Woodbury. (Happier times.)

As long as you complied, no handcuffs, right? If he tried dirty talk on a walkie-talkie, you’d seek him out in person. Beth and everyone else would find out you were Gorman’s... girl. Eventually. Comply, and he might agree to be discreet. Hickeys, other bruises; they could be hidden. A broken spirit couldn’t. Yours couldn’t. Not from Beth. Speaking of whom…

He was friendly to her, at first. Surely he won’t be too sadistic?

You shuddered. A wet thumb ceased rubbing itself against your nipple.

“Sensitive, huh?” Gorman straightened, a saliva strand linking your frown to his smirk. “Nipple-play’ll work just fine.”

“And titjobs?”

“And titjobs,” he affirmed.

Your heart lightened. It was sad that this hunger was the least horrific kind you’d faced since the outbreak.

Whatever you put me through, can’t there at least be orgasms?

“I- I’m good with my mouth. Or so I’ve been told.”

The leer told you that was the right thing to say. In this situation. He wasn’t a cherry hound. Maybe even liked his ladies experienced. But Officer Gorman wasn’t going to have any more ladies. Just you. You would make sure of that.

“I’ll be sure to return the favor.” He went in for another peck. It almost felt nice. The way your tongues meshed. His hot palms against your stiff peaks. Blood flowing to your extremities. Adrenaline as the result of anything other than the threat of being devoured alive.

But isn’t that what he’s doing, too?

At least he left his gear. This would be “vanilla.” Batons are for beating rotters, not beating off. You giggled. Coinciding with his high beam tweaking. Sure making them puffy. Hopefully, your chest would be the only sore thing. That day. You needed to be prepared for whatever perversions-

“God, I can’t wait to see you wriggle around on my cock.”

Then he burrowed his face in your valley. Thumbs still pinned on your caps.

At least he left his gear.

“Condoms.”

You knew even your __-cups couldn’t muffle his hearing. Yet he didn’t stop administering sloppy kisses and licks. Not until you ran a hand up and down his back. His face was flushed. Unnannoyed, though, because his thumb and forefingers continued pinching. Hard.

“Trojans are in short supply. Bareback’s out of the question… unless you want to give me a kid.”

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