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Here is a collection of tales of your Stranger Things Favorites....
Where anything is possible and all is... well in celebration of spooky season...
Things will go bump in the night....
Monsters can bite....
Let's...
Trigger Warnings: Possessive thoughts, excessive use of the word mine, sub (f) and dom (Eddie); use of chains, collar and monster sex; feather kink, oral (m) and (f) receiving and p in v (unwrapped); angst & turmoil; A bit of blood; ingesting of said blood....unhappy ending. I think I got all of them.. Word count: 5750
Well... You made it to day seven....I am so glad... we are back to a bit on the paranormal side....not so much scary...
I still don't like corn mazes....This story is a bit more personal. It's a story about the first girl.. no the first anything I have ever loved. It's about how we can be too greedy as humans. That we can take advantage of life's blessings.
It's also why I have an affinity to call things mine...
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"We can't afford a pet.." Wayne complained as a mud covered Eddie stood in the middle of the trailer with a small kitten.
Eddie had always wanted a pet. Even little and beaten at a young age he watched kids talk about their dogs and cats. His parents couldn't afford nor dare take on another life, Eddie was already a burden.
Wayne knew this, he wanted to take in a small animal, but he knew with him already working late and Eddie's ... energy, it would be more than he could handle. So he reinforced the rules, "no pets."
Eddie would pout, sometimes throw a fit and when he turned 18 he decided to save up so he could care for a pet himself.
He was outside smoking a cigarette, dreaming about the cats at the shelter, he wanted all of them, a mountain of fur all for him, but he knew that would be the last thing Wayne would want.
That's when you see a... murder of crows, no ravens... you always loved that they were not called a flock but a murder. It was so dark and cool. Eddie smiled as the birds swooped about, hitting each other with excitement.
One was smaller and was struggling with the flurry of the others, it seemed to hide away and want to be alone. Eddie's heart went out to the little bird, then a larger bird came down and attacked it, ripped feathers and pinned it down.
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