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patchworkgargoyle · 9 months
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mouth of the wolf snippet 🌿
As requested by all of these lovely people: @steves-strapcollection @inairbinad @theheadlessphilosopher @kkpwnall @starryeyedjanai (and honourary tag for @scarcrossdlvrs) 💖
Thank you all for being interested!! Here's some banter.
Make me work on my WIPs!!
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As Steve kept scrubbing Eddie down, the cloth soft against Eddie’s skin though quickly blackening with grime, Eddie said, “Please know, if I were at my best I’d be making locker room etiquette jokes right now.”
Steve snorted, shaking his head as he kept his eyes trained only where he was scrubbing. “I think we’re kinda past that at this point.”
“Oh, so we’ve reached hardened warrior etiquette now, got it. I’ll adjust my jests accordingly.”
“I was thinking more like war veteran buddies. Bandaging you up in the trenches or whatever.”
Eddie hummed thoughtfully. “No, you’re right. There’s a difference.” He let Steve guide him into another position. Though Eddie was long past having the energy to feel shy when the cloth started down his chest, Steve’s gentleness still brought a flush to his cheeks. Before all this bullshit, he would’ve given anything for some homoerotic bathing with Steve Harrington. Pity it’s been wasted on this, but only a little pity. Somehow, the feeling of being so thoroughly looked after felt better than any dirty little fantasy his mind used to come up with.
“Gonna make my beau at home jealous with how attentive you’re being, Corporal Harrington,” Eddie said, because he can’t let himself dwell in the feelings Steve’s tenderness is dredging up. He’s too tired to beat it down.
Steve’s shoulders shook as he chuckled, his eyebrows drawn together with bewilderment. But, miraculously, there was a bit of colour to his cheeks too. And, he still refused to look away from the hand still guiding the cloth over Eddie’s skin.. His mouth opened, then closed, before he finally decided to say, “That’s how I know.”
“Huh?”
“That’s how I know you’re still you, not possessed or something. Vecna couldn’t come up with the wild shit you say, like, ever.”
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bigcatbulges · 3 months
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Source - naruevernett
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funky-beetle · 1 year
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i wish everyone a very watch puss in boots 2
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murdrdocs · 9 months
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WANNA RIDE STILES WHILE I WEAR HIS LACROSSE JERSEY MHM YEAH
WHYYYY WOULD U SAY THIS TO ME
just thinking abt like ... the way stiles would go absolutely feral. like he would go slightly insane. mouth open, lips still glistening from the messy kiss you'd shared with him a few moments prior, but his face has been frozen like this ever since he'd walked into his room to see you laid on his bed, wearing nothing but his lacrosse jersey, scrolling through your phone like it's the most casual thing that's ever happened.
the only thing that's changed is his eyes, consistently roaming over your body, flicking between your face which is scrunched up in pleasure, and your chest that he's forced out of the jersey, the material lifted up on one side, bunched over your shoulder. he's watching you through lidded eyes, similar to when he's tired, that same scrunch between his eyebrows, too.
his hands roam over your body, taking in as much as he can. calloused palms against the soft skin of your torso, running along your back, sliding down to your hips and around to press along your lower abdomen, making their way down to your cunt where he flattens his thumb along your clit, lifting the hood to gain better access.
he can't get enough, wanting more, wanting to do this again even when it's still happening in front of his face. he's trying to commit this to memory, he realizes when he's giving you possibly the hundredth full-body scan of the night. from your messy hair down to where you repeatedly sink yourself onto his cock.
his eyes get stuck there for a bit, not breaking away until he hears your breathless giggle.
"fillin' me up so well, stiles," you tell him, voice sounding pretty like it always does when you're like this.
the sweet sound of you – both your words and your cunt squelching around him – breaks him out of his stupor. he licks his lips, runs his thumbs along your skin, head spinning when you mewl as he rubs slow circles along your clit.
"yeah?" he asks you, even though he knows you're telling the truth, he can feel it. but he likes to see your almost pained nod, it fills his chest with pride, bolsters his ego. "feels good, honey?" another nod from you that makes him smile.
"'s that why you put that on? knew it would get you here?" his hands slide to your hips, his heels digging into the mattress as he slams up into you once, repeating the action at the sound you make. you don't answer him, it's not like you could, the breath taken from you just like the control was.
"hm? is that why you put my jersey on, laid in my bed in nothing else, waiting for me to get home." your hands press into his chest, fingers curling and your nails start to scratch at his skin. he takes a second, head tilting, eyes blinking innocently as he looks at you.
"that's kinda slutty, don't you think?''
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The Dreadwolf rises
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marriedtobigfoot · 7 months
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Obsessed with the way that Stiles spends ALL DAY with Peter and Cora listening to the tragic story of Dereks first love. Like...it's broad daylight when that story starts, and by the time they wrap things its nighttime. Stiles didn't even really need to be at the loft either, he just showed up to check if Derek was still MIA, and then the boy stayed and listened to a whole story. Stiles Stilinski isn't usually shy about telling people to get to the goddamn point either, so you know his ass was captivated.
Half of that episode was just Stiles chilling with the Hale's, learning the first bit of Dereks tragic backstory and eating it UP.
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gummi-stims · 1 month
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Fursuit from cronusaturn on tiktok!
Super impressed with the detail of being able to pull back the lips like that
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temiree · 7 months
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Here is a few stickers I did for Wolf-Ezo! You might recognize them from a bunch of batches of stickers I've done for them in the past. These one feature more of a modern outfit, and well... fish!
I have a few more stickers for them coming soon.
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sinimake · 4 months
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Memes i made for my fanfic pt.1
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Read here on ao3
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renmackree · 4 months
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krussyarts · 1 year
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Look!!!! The girlfriends!!!
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patchworkgargoyle · 8 months
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mouth of the wolf snippet 🌿
As requested by @scarcrossdlvrs, @cuoredimuschio, @angry-kid-with-no-money, @starryeyedjanai, @h-i-raeth, @inairbinad, and @disastardly for wip wedneseekend! I'm sorry for the delay friends, I hope you enjoy this glimpse of exposition <3
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The smell of pancakes wafted out of the kitchen. It made his mouth water. How long had he gone without eating? Had Eddie not eaten since he died, or… god, the black gunk that caked his face. Was that from eating alternate dimension creatures? He grimaced at the thought, metal as it was, even as some deep feeling told him his guess might’ve been right. It wasn’t like a human could survive that long without food. Christ.
Steve glanced over his shoulder when Eddie opened the kitchen door and gave Eddie a hesitant half-smile. “Morning,” he said, eyes darting over Eddie with concern while he perched on a bar stool, until Steve seemed satisfied. “Hope you like pancakes.”
That felt like an olive branch, with Eddie grabbed with relief. “Anyone who doesn’t is a heathen, and not the fun kind.”
Steve snorted. “They don’t have much choice these days.”
“Oh.”
“Shit. Uh, yeah. That can wait, though.”
Eddie let his head hang back with a frustrated groan. “It’s terrifying and fucking overwhelming, man, I’m not gonna lie. I don’t know what the hell is happening, or why I’m alive, or why it looks like I’m regrowing a kind of skin it should be impossible for me to have,” he voice grew more shrill as he spoke, his hands waving wildly, “but not knowing is even worse, Steve! I need to know if Dustin and my Uncle are okay, and why people can’t be choosy about goddamn pancakes, and why it looks like it’s snowing ash outside!”
He gestured at the kitchen window, and though it hurt a little to look out into the yard Eddie made himself look as if to ensure that what he was seeing wasn’t a hallucination. Greyish flakes floated into the yard that were unsettlingly similar to the debris in the Upside Down.
Sighing, Steve turned the stove off and shoved the finished pancakes onto a new plate before facing Eddie with a serious expression. “You’re right. You deserve to know.”
And so, he explained. Steve explained how Hawkins had been transformed into a biohazard containment site, which the government had explained away as an earthquake that exposed a vein of natural gas. The townsfolk who still lived here, though, knew better. They all did, now. It was unavoidable when it was monsters, not gas, that leaked out of the gaping rifts that had quartered the town. Supplies were rationed while the people who’d put that supergirl through hell flailed and fumbled the efforts to seal the gates back up.
Everyone who’d gone through this before, the whole gang, had managed to stay in town and put together a group of civilians also working to end the apocalypse when the government shitheads proved they knew less than this group of veteran kids.
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bigcatbulges · 1 year
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Source - darkgemrawr
(Artist's FurAffinity)
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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*norse chanting intensifies*
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liplessthomas14 · 2 months
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The way Stiles just overreacts to everything and the way Scott is just so chill is so funny to me like-
Scott: Things with Allison are going good. Like...*lowers voice* really good. Stiles: Ewwww, Scott! Never share that much information about you in bed ever again! Stop talking before I have the urge to maime and kill MYSELF!!! Just shut up, Scott, ewww that's gonna scar me for the rest of my life I don't wanna know what's going on in that dirty little brain of yours ok? I don't-
Meanwhile,
Stiles: Dude, Malia snuck in to my bedroom last night and we spooned and then she did this with her claws *lifts shirt and shows what's probably a very scarred back* Scott: *gives a suprised and slightly concerned look* Holy.
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Dragon age inquisition: Solas
I wonder how long it took the companions to notice Solas wields magic just a bit... differently?
Surely an apostate knows magic beyond the boundaries of a Circle? But even Dorian doesn't recognize some of his techniques, and the ones that he does are only described in ancient Tevene tomes.
Hmm... strange.
Acrylic ink, fineliner and gouache on paper.
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