#Dog Combs for Shedding

[thecattitudecentral]

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[evergumi]

megumi loves showering with you, but it's not even in a sexual way. it was just the way you massaged your slender fingers into his raven locks so lovingly, the scent of your sweet-smelling shampoo filling his nostrils as your fingertips scraped his scalp that made him want to shed tears; the way he finds comfort in the warm water cascading around the two of you, steam rising and enveloping the small space like a gentle hug.

soft music plays from outside the shower, overlapping the constant sound of the water running. the gentle notes of glue song by beabadoobee fill the air, your soft hums mixing with the words as you wash his hair, creating a soothing melody and drowning out the world outside. the way you tenderly rinse out the lather, eyes occasionally meeting with that playful spark, makes him feel secure, almost cherished as he tries to fight back the small twitch of his lips.

"close your eyes," you say softly. "let me wash it out." the warm water from the showerhead runs through his hair, and the feeling of your hands in his hair makes him rest a gentle hand on your shoulder. the soft melody of the song playing adds to the calm atmosphere. as you finish rinsing out the shampoo, megumi smiles at you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“my turn,” he murmurs as he turns you around, giving your arm a gentle caress as he squeezes a generous amount of shampoo onto his calloused palm, combing through your dark locks with his other hand as you giggle. the pale pink liquid forms suds in your hair, and he gently massages it into your head as you sing along to the music, a smile on your face. bringing the showerhead to your head as you did for him and turning it on, he cups your cheek and tells you to close your eyes. he runs his rough fingertips through your silky hair, watching in awe as the soap suds clear out. “your hair…” he mumbles. “this is why it smells so good…”

you chuckle softly, squeezing your eyes shut as shampooey water runs over your eyes.

“you say that every time.”

“that’s because it smells too good not to say anything, y/n.”

he cups your cheeks, murmuring softly to relax your eyes as you close them so that he can squeeze out the water, just in case it hurt them; he uses the pads of his thumbs to gently press against your eyelids, trying to hide the slight twitch of his lips as you scrunch your nose.

the moments stretch into a quiet intimacy as water drips rhythmically around you, each drop a soft reminder of the bond you share. he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed as he relishes the feeling of being cared for. sometimes, you share stories, laughter intertwining with the sound of water, and his heart swells at the joy of these simple, yet profound moments. it's a retreat from everything else, a sanctuary built on trust and warmth, where the chaos of life fades away, leaving only the sweet solace of companionship. and in those fleeting moments, he realizes that it’s not just a shower—it’s a little piece of heaven, a small escape that he longs for, more and more each day.

“guess what i’m drawing on your back,” you giggle. “draw what you feel on the fog.”

tracing your slender finger over his back, megumi frowns in concentration as he uses his calloused fingertip to draw what he feels on his back onto the fogged-up glass door, making you laugh yet again.

“what is that, gumi?”

“i don’t know. what is that, y/n?”

“the doggies, nutmeg.”

“don’t call me that.”

your laughter bounces softly off the bathroom walls, and megumi lets out a quiet grumble. after a moment of silence, he clears his throat and turns to trace his own finger along the glass door again, this time more deliberate.

you tilt your head curiously as you watch him. “what’re you drawing now?”

he doesn’t answer, focused on the small shapes forming beneath his fingertip. when he steps aside, you see it—a little family of stick figures, one noticeably smaller than the other two, with scribbly “dogs” beside them.

“megumi,” you whisper softly, feeling your heart squeeze.

he shrugs, his tone casual but his expression soft. “just thinking it’d be nice, you know. you, me, the dogs… and maybe a little girl.”

your chest tightens with warmth as you stare at the little drawing. you can almost hear the giggles of a child blending into the sound of the water, a soft addition to these peaceful moments.

megumi doesn’t say anything more, but the way his hand lingers over yours and the small upward tug of his lips tells you enough. and in that moment, he can imagine these showers, but with a small, giggling girl in the mix, her laughter filling the space with a kind of joy he never knew he needed.

a/n ⋆ megumi would def be a girl dad and im gonna say this till the day i die guys i need him to carry my child hes too wholesome my adorable husband :((((

thank you for reading, ily ! lmk if you wanna be tagged and remember, reqs are always open loves !

© evergumi

[littlelovelunette]

How about reader x g!p ambessa on NN November initials Bessa loved the challenge but with all readers teasing she’s is about to snap. Will she last or can reader break her and win at something against her?

The November Challenge

G!P!Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Contains smut, creampie, amab!Ambessa

Ambessa was resisting herself sex for so long, all for the damned challenge. It was 30th November and she seemed as casual about it as ever.

You didn't really know whether she was pretending to be fine or whether her balls were just made of steel. Ambessa calmly combed through your hair, dolling you up for her. She did this often and you thought nothing of it.

The clock in the room ticked in the tense silence as Ambessa's fingers laced through your silky hair with ease, gently parting them, massaging your scalp with her big, calloused hands as if she'd been doing this for years.

"Such pretty hair," Ambessa hummed as she continued playing with your hair.

You giggled shyly feeling Ambessa's hands coming down on your arms to put you closer to herself, her clothed bulge pressed against you from behind but you didn't care. You didn't feel her being hard, so you didn't really care. Maybe she indeed was acting No-Nut-November. And you were proud of her for that.

Ambessa's golden eyes were fixed on the clock like a hawk, waiting for it to hit twelve o'clock and then finally it would be 1st December, she'd be able to fuck you raw. But time seemed to stretch on forever and Ambessa's patience was wearing thin.

While a part of her regretted ever agreeing to the challenge because if she didn't, she could've been fucking you raw into the mattress but because she did, she's now suffering trying to confine her cock in her pants... for now.

You could read her thoughts without having to look behind at her expression, you knew, the growing tent in her cock told you a bunch of stories. Her clothed hard-on pressed against your back, no matter how much Ambessa tried to hide it, it was there and her body reacted to her neediness.

"You need it," you said, your voice soft, "Just do it, fuck me."

"You're playing a dangerous game," Ambessa's hands came to encircle around you so you couldn't escape even if you wanted to.

Ambessa looked back at the clock as if silently begging it to hit twelve already but of course, it didn't. She spent the next few minutes with her face buried in the crook of your neck, her hot breath hitting the sensitive skin of your neck causing you to giggle a little.

You turned around, wrapping your arms around Ambessa's neck, "I love you."

"I love you too, darling," Ambessa said, her voice softening with the confession.

Ambessa glanced up at the clock again, impatiently groaning as she let out a deep exhale, her hot breath tickling the curve of your neck.

"Give up already," you said, your hands resting on her forearms.

"No," Ambessa insisted.

How long would she even last? You were certain she wouldn't go the next ten minutes without fucking you but oh, how wrong you were.

Ambessa waited with her eyes closed and the moment the clock hit twelve, her eyes snapped open. She slammed you against the huge bed as her she left open-mouthed kisses all over your neck.

Your mouth opened but only a small breathy sound escaped, fingers bundling in the silken sheets, "Mmm... So good."

"Yeah?" Ambessa smirked slightly, hands massaging your sides as she slowly undressed you, drinking in the way you looked like a rabid dog.

"You look divine," she said.

You blushed, looking away once she complimented you in such an intimate way. You felt her removing your panties, letting out a content sigh at the sight of your pussy.

Ambessa shed her clothes too, revealing her massive, twitching cock which was already oozing precum. The veins were so prominent and the tip was reddened. You eagerly raised a hand, grabbing the shaft of the cock making Ambessa's breath hitch slightly.

She hadn't expected you to eagerly palm her dick. It didn't take her long to compose herself and when she did, she was smirking so damn evil. Ambessa propped herself up on her knees between your legs, and your hand let go of her length watching as she guided herself against your soaked slit.

You watched with anticipation as her cock slowly breached the initial resistance in your cunt because she'd not fucked it for thirty straight days. You had gotten tighter.

Ambessa's huge shaft inside you felt so sensitive for her, length twitching due to the overwhelming warmth surrounding her. She groaned softly before she leaned forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

You moaned in the kiss feeling her huge length penetrate you all the way making overwhelming waves of pleasure spread all over your body. Your hands reached to scratch at Ambessa's back frantically, whining due to the pace she was going at.

"'Bessa, I'm cumming, please, sl-slow down," you whimpered, body barely able to keep up with Ambessa.

The bed shook violently but Ambessa never ceased, "Fucking take it," she said in your ear, gripping you painfully hard. Ambessa threw one of your legs over her shoulder so she could hit deeper, groaning as you clenched around her huge length, "Fuck," she cursed.

Ambessa's eyes closed tightly and she held you close to herself before she busted her load in you finally.

Your toes curled feeling her warm seed in you, whining and moaning. You were a babbling mess, incoherent sentences seeping out of your mouth. "Please, Ambessa, wanna come too..."

Ambessa smiled, "You wanna come on my cock?" You nodded eagerly to her inquiry and she made you do exactly that.

[prettycalla]

|| here for a moment ||

Pairing: Eddie/Reader

Summary: Eddie stays over at your place, and you help him with his hair.

Word count: 1.6k

Tags and warnings: Fluff, established relationship, no use of Y/N.

(Did I have any clue what I was doing when I wrote this? No. Does it make sense? Man, I hope so. Just wanted an excuse to write some fluffy Eddie while I'm working on a Caracalla request.)

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It's a funny sort of domestic routine you've both fallen into.

At this point, Eddie's probably staying at your place more than he is his own. He has his own drawer for his clothes in your bedroom, and his tapes and books are slowly starting to mix in with yours.

Neither of you have been able to brave the talk about moving in together just yet, but you're comfortable and happy with the way things are right now. Why try and fix what isn't broken, right?

You're curled up on the couch one evening with a handful of takeout menus in front of you, trying to decide what to order for dinner. You hear Eddie come out of the bathroom, a wall of steam flooding out behind him. His hair is a tangled, dripping mess hanging over his face as he tries to wrestle his still-wet ass back into his boxers, hopping precariously on one foot.

"Eddie, for Christ's sake," you say with a groan as you catch him from the corner of your eye.

Ever prepared for your boyfriend's antics, you take the pyjamas you'd laid out for him - an old band t-shirt and plaid bottoms - and toss them across the room.

"You're an angel. Thanks, baby," Eddie replies, letting his boxers drop to his ankles as he picks up the clothes laying on the ground.

You roll your eyes. He's gonna be the death of you.

He dresses himself, struggling to push his soaking wet hair out of his face as he heads for your bedroom.

"Do you have a comb or something I can borrow?" he calls. "Never mind, found your brush!"

You immediately scramble after him, snatching the brush out of his hand before he has a chance to put it anywhere near the bird's nest that sits on his head.

"Don't you dare," you grumble, setting it back on the dresser. "You'll break it."

Eddie pulls a face. "Well, what am I supposed to do? I don’t have anything with me," he says.

You grab the sleeve of his T-shirt in reply, pulling him with you as you find a towel and make your way back to the living room. You sit down on the couch, tossing a cushion on the floor in front of you.

"Sit there," you tell him.

He looks at you, confused, but does as you say, settling himself between your legs. You gather up sections of his hair with the towel, gently pressing it in an attempt to soak up some of the water.

"Y'know, it might be easier if you just let me run around outside and shake myself dry," he jokes.

"That's not a bad idea, actually," you reply with a mischievous smile. "I mean you eat and shed like a dog. Should probably make you sleep out there too."

Eddie turns to you, pretending to be offended, and you drop the damp towel over his face. With a strangled yelp, he snatches it away, glaring at you. Or tries to, at least. His hair is all over his face again. You can't help but laugh at him.

"You're so mean," he says, and you can hear the pretend pout in his voice.

You lift the towel again and continue where you left off.

"Oh, I am not," you reply, "Would I be doing this for you if I was so mean, huh?"

You run your fingers along his neck, pulling a laugh from him.

"Huh?" you insist, smiling.

"No, you wouldn't," Eddie relents grouchily. "Because you're perfect. Best thing that's ever happened to me. Happy now?"

He says it a silly, exaggerated voice, and yet you can't help the little breath that hitches in your throat.

"You mean that?" you ask quietly, dropping the pretence of arguing.

Eddie pushes his hair out of his eyes and leans his head back to look up at you, big brown eyes full of sincerity.

"'Course I do," he murmurs. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You lean down to press a kiss to his lips. He kisses you back, and you can feel him smiling against you.

"Except maybe my guitar," he mutters against your mouth, his soft smile quickly turning into a shit-eating grin.

You lightly smack his arm in reply. He just laughs.

"I can just leave you to do this yourself, y'know," you tell him, as if it wasn't your idea to begin with.

"Oh, that's fine," Eddie replies with a nonchalant shrug. "I can take care of it, no problem."

He starts slowly shaking his head back and forth, and your eyes widen.

"Eddie," you warn, "Don't you dare."

You shriek as Eddie violently shakes his head, sending water everywhere. You're off the couch in an instant, tackling him to the ground to make him stop.

"I take it back, you're worse than a dog," you scold.

Eddie doesn't say anything, just looking up at you from the floor.

"What?" you ask, a little nervously.

He always freaks you out when he goes quiet like that.

"Eddie," you try again, chewing at your bottom lip.

Eddie smiles up at you, a slow, lazy smile that brings out his dimples. He shakes his head.

"Nothing," he finally replies. "Just wondering how I got so damn lucky, that's all."

A blush creeps over your face at his words. How does he manage to be both a pain in the ass and the sweetest guy in the world at the same time? You tell him as much, and he dramatically clutches at his chest.

"I'm wounded," he says, straining his voice for effect.

He's a nuisance at the best of times, but you can't help the fondness you have for him. He makes you laugh until you're in tears, listens to you like you're the only person in the world that matters. Makes you feel safe, even at your worst. He's like no one you've ever met.

"Still with me, sweetheart?" he calls softly.

You nod, embarrassed that you were clearly caught staring. Eddie lets his hands wander to the hem of your shirt, tugging at the fabric gently.

"C'mere," he says, his tone uncharacteristically shy all of a sudden.

You frown at him, confused, until he reaches up, pressing his hand to the back of your neck and pulling you down to kiss him. It's soft and slow and everything Eddie lets himself be when he's around you.

You could easily let yourself stay there all night, wrapped up in his arms - if Eddie's hair wasn't currently leaving a slowly spreading puddle across the floor. You reluctantly pull away from him, pressing a little kiss to the tip of his nose as you sit up.

"Come on, get up," you say, as you manage to climb off him and back onto the couch. "I'm not done with you yet."

Eddie just blinks up at you. "I wasn't done with you," he grumbles, eventually dragging himself into a sitting position again.

You bite back a smile, refusing to take the bait as you continue where you left off. Once you're satisfied that you're no longer under threat of being soaked again, you drop the towel on the floor, focusing your efforts on trying to detangle the mess of hair in front of you. You begin prying his curls apart gently with your fingers, taking care to ease out the little knots so as not to hurt him.

Eddie tries to make an effort to look through the takeout menus you'd forgotten about, but after a while, his interest wanders as you work at his hair. He's clearly enjoying the attention, if the little hums escaping him are anything to go by.

“You doing okay down there?” you ask with a little laugh.

“Sweetheart, this is fuckin’ heaven, you know that?” he says lazily.

He sounds as though he’s about to fall asleep, and judging by the way his head is starting to droop, he probably is. You reach around to give him a soft tap on the cheek and he jerks upright again.

"Hey, sleepyhead, don't doze off on me. I'm almost done, okay?" you say gently.

He just grunts in response as he tries to rouse himself. You're not faring much better if you're honest - the repetitive motion of separating his curls, as well as Eddie's weight and warmth against you, is strangely soothing.

Eventually, you've done about as much as you can, and you gently shake Eddie by the shoulder. He lets out a very attractive snort as he jolts out of the doze he'd drifted into.

"All done," you tell him. "Well, it's the best I could do."

Eddie turns around, leaning his arms against your legs.

"What would I do without you?" he asks, smiling up at you.

You lightly squeeze his face between your hands.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" you ask in turn, your tone teasing.

Eddie laughs, gently pulling your hands away from his face to press a kiss to each of them.

"You're on menu duty until I get back, okay?" you tell him.

He gives you a little salute as you grab the towel from the floor and stand up, stretching your back out as you do. Eddie immediately dives for the couch as soon as you're up.

"Aw, babe, you kept my seat warm for me," he teases with a little grin.

You roll your eyes at him as you head to the bathroom. Eddie watches you go before focusing on the very important task you've set him.

“Eddie?" you shout from the bathroom, "Did you use all of my shampoo?!"

If the empty bottle in your hand wasn't proof enough, the loud thump as he falls off the couch in a frantic scramble to get out of your line of fire certainly is.

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[gwendollin]

  ⊱  𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑃𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑦 𓈒　+18 ⸝ Meguru Bachira﹒　

  {{ wc;; 3.1k

  {{ cw;; Puppy/Hybrid!Meguru, afab reader, femdom, pegging, hand job, ball fondling, use of a knotted dildo, knot fucking, handjob, cum mentions, pussy eating, vag pen, reader knotted, squirting, creampie, soft begging, soft mind break, mentions of drool, relief crying, loud Meguru cause its just like that in my minds eye

The whimpering and teary eyes were the cutest parts of it all to you. Your hips had taken to idle rocking, while your cock of choice today was a personal, primal favorite of the dog’s. While you’d no preference yourself, you were always one to indulge in Meguru’s desires. The selfless behavior brought pleasure all on its own, truly, as you’d always been a sucker for tending more towards others.

Oh, how you adored his expressions. Glassy, honey eyes lingered on your features in a smoldered hypnosis while maw was agape; it was enough for your own eyes to drink in the way the little streaks of tears would drip similarly to the light drool. This wasn’t a painful cry - no. One of just uncontrolled, automatic release. A way for the body to shed away excess tension and bubbling sensations, one that you had to admit had made your stomach knot and teeth find bottom lip. Ever attentive, you knew mentally where he was with the way he’d gnaw or suckle at his own fingers of his solitary free hand, the need to alleviate the oral fixation so intense it wasn’t really a conscious act. His other hand was held onto fondly by one of your own, digits threaded in a weave that knitted his grip onto you. There was a hunch that inclined you to know he was somewhat close - at least, physically - but mind would continue to sink down further and further from this point on.

Whimpers were broken by noted moans, their sounds like that of a song to you in their fluctuating pitch. A fond smile overcame your features and a free hand roamed along his body. Rolling in your palm was the soft and warm marbled flesh of his thighs, hips, stomach, and chest. He’d felt yielding under your touch, movements leaning into you heavily for more than just grazing. When your hand had traveled down along the side of his rib cage, it turned up with your lean down, where arm then wrapped up in its travel along his shoulder blades to cradle at the back of his neck. Fingers knitted into chocolate and blonde locks at the base of his roots, where you then clenched to force his head to tilt up in a match with yours. 

Rut had slowed to accommodate the intimate hold, his face hiding into your collarbones and the lower soft of your neck. The tears wet at your skin, causing a stark cold when the air would touch.

“So cu~ute,” you cooed gently, the smile you wore warm as lips pressed to wherever you could reach him. Words were murmured into the soft chocolate of his hair, red eyes gazing fondly down to him. “Did you miss me?”

Head nodded eagerly, accompanied by the automatic whimper that resembled a vague; “M-mhm!”

Fingers combed away pretty strands of hair in rhythmic petting starting from the back of his ears down to the nape of his neck. “Were you good while I was gone?”

Lip was bitten down anxiously. Whine was small, body shifting subconsciously to nudge his filled hole up against the knot. Mind hazed when feeling that pressure, the cock’s width pressing into the soft of plush ass, an impressive warning. Thoughts spiraled, the idea of speaking seemed near impossible as conscience blurred. “Mmnn…Mmnhm.”

Meguru squirmed again, pressing once more, this time enough to threaten a spread but not nearly enough at all to bring that desire into reality. The position was too hard to do so. Your words stuck in his mind. Was he good? Well, he would often consider himself as so, but there were plenty of times the two of you had disagreed.

“I dunno?” he offered finally, giving you a cute tilt of the head.

The honesty made you laugh softly. The intimate curl had been unraveled by you pulling away, the act leaving his mouth empty once again and body yearning for your touch against the pillows of the bed. Hand that clung to yours like a lifeline tightened in its hold, to which the grip was soothed with a loving stroke of your thumb. Why, you weren’t unkind! Free hand went to sloped curves of his body in a ghostly trail of nails along his innermost thighs in their travel to hold delicate balls in your palm. Thumb pressed and teased carefully at the little seam, which made Meguru’s breath hitch as body tensed. Cock oozed thick beads of cum.

“Then maybe this is considered a treat,” you confirmed softly, [color] eyes gentle in your intensity as the dog held your stare, transfixed.

There was a pleasure in of itself for you to deliver and indulge in the sight of your acts. Though, you had to admit, it was getting harder and harder to resist. A sigh had been given, voice illustrating the temptation you’d been suppressing; “‘Cause I wanna watch you take all of me. Can you do that?” Words were somewhat airy, an edge to them in textured rasp that honed Meguru in like a sailor to a siren’s call. “I want to watch.”

Heart thumped loudly in Meguru’s chest as yellow eyes sharply watched your hands. The warmth of your palm had wrapped around his shaft and made cheeks tinge pink as hips jerked a bit in a rut. At best, it’d done nothing but shove you further inside of him, which made throat strangle a whine out of both delight and frustration. Chest rose and fell with his pants, gaze eventually lifting to meet your more expectant one. Lips twisted a bit before he whimpered out for you; “Mhm.”

At that, you lit up affectionately. Your hands had slipped away from their stroking to cradle around to the top of his thighs. The grip had held him steady, which in you inwardly appreciated as hips rolled into their rock.

It had to be slow, but the sight was all you had truly needed. Watching him swallow the thick of your strap before spreading wide again made your own pussy ache in envy. At each stroke in Meguru wailed, the sound of his voice echoing loudly before it would taper into low groans broken by little choked sobs. Tears flowed more freely now, eyes fluttering shut as his own cock twitched and ached in its throbs. Desperately, he clung to what little threads of control he could grasp, wishing desperately to prolong the intoxicating satisfaction. It felt good, so good. Raw and unapologetic, the sensation was so soothing that it coated the insides of his abdomen in an affectionate film of molten honey. It felt like Meguru was melting beneath you.

Your attentive monitoring, perceptive as ever, was careful with your next words; “Are you holding back? Tsk,” the tut had been paired with a smile, fingers pressing again into the soft of his sack as if to coax. The response had been something of a squealed whine, body tensing as cock twitched and swelled. “That’s not good for you, baby. Will you show me how pretty you look when you cum?”

Meguru’s words were a crying babble, their cadence quick and breathy; “Hnnnlease, a-ah! ‘M not ready.”

Your hand gave his own another affectionate squeeze. Who were you to deny? Knot sunk into him and your fingers untangled from his to hold one of his hips to keep him in place. Another hand that had been kept idle with gentle fondling moved to wrap around his shaft and lazily stroked him between your palm and fingers. Fingers were careful in their pressure, a careful roll along the tip of his cock whenever you’d chosen to tease him. Hips bucked involuntarily, making knot tug and silicone cock nudge in a way that left him swallowing a strangled cry. While not a buck, lithe body of the dog’s compromised in its need to rut with little rotating rolls of his hips back and forth. Your cheeks flushed, heart fluttering at the sight. When cock tensed in your hand and pretty sounds turned into echoing moans broken only by stuttered breaths, you slowly began to withdraw your hips and that knot back out arduously. Upon the next sink inwards, Meguru wailed and body tensed. The hybrid’s cock throbbed as oozing of cum squirted threads that painted your puppy’s stomach and chest. Your eyes admired, noting the way it’d gushed before trickling to a leak into a near constant drip that drizzled down to feed a pool along the natural curve where stomach met his mons. Meguru shivered, breathing still unsteady as eyes focused on nothing. The high was overwhelming. Relief, pleasure, and exhaustion seeped into his bones and made mind go numb. Round cheeks were left red and mouth hung open in his soft pants.

The puppy was in a daze and you’d taken full advantage. Hands worked to free yourself from the garment clinging to your pelvis nimbly; it released swiftly thanks to a reasonable design. Silicone cock was left in, keeping your hybrid nice and full while you’d occupied yourself by clambering up onto the bed. Thighs were tossed over the brunette’s chest, your position reversed cowgirl in a straddle along his upper torso. Back and hips arched for your pussy to be placed front and center in front of his face, while body laid idly held up against him in a slight lean. Your arms kept the backs of his legs pinned down and away with their elbows. From beneath you, honey eyes took in the sight, mind spinning with the sight of a sticky cunt. Meguru reached for you, limbs reaching for the sides of your thighs and ass to pull you close enough for him to comfortably reach for. You smiled knowingly to yourself.

Tongue was warm, wet, and exactly what you’d wanted at that moment. It worked and savored, loving the way that you felt, wasting little to no time in efforts to please you. Your eyes fluttered shut as the sweet drip of relief beat from between your legs, the sensation intoxicating enough to lean head against one of his thighs lazily. You greedily allowed yourself to indulge, basking in the feeling. When eyes reopened a bit, you watched through a hooded gaze as your hand lazily unlatched the dildo from its harness, leaving it free from the garment entirely. Fingers gripped at the flared base where palm and wrist slowly began to coax the girth into a steady rhythm. Meguru’s pretty noises were smothered, but body tensed beneath you. Beat of his tongue made you sigh and purr your own coos, words painted at the ends with moans; “Ohh, love. Keep going, ah~?”

The dog obeyed, driven by the deep strokes of the cock sliding in and out. While it wasn’t painful, sensitivity was so high, and since his cock was technically untouched, it just felt like surmounting pressure once again. Body tensed and relaxed cyclically against his will, hips shifting again to roll instinctively. You didn’t really care that cum stuck to your body with your lay against him; you’d been busy chasing your own high, those sparks and throbs from your cunt aching at every harsh lap against your clit. It was far too high of a priority in comparison to staying entirely cleanly. Your eyes fell sultry in their hood, watching the entirety of the cock burying itself repeatedly into his ass. Unlike Meguru, who’d bid his high for an intense cash out, you had allowed the pleasure to flow freely. That wash of relief at cunt clenching around nothing in its spasm as your clit sparked a satisfying orgasm into the depths of your pelvis was intoxicatingly sweet. Eyes fluttered shut, your hips grinding down unapologetically against Meguru’s mouth in your ride along your peaks.

You’d been the one to come to first, what with the poor thing beneath you struggling wholeheartedly to keep up. You’d shifted, sitting yourself up to sit along his chest. While his tasting had been blissful, your body wanted a brand new prize to claim. You had chosen to listen to the craving, hand moving in tandem with your choice to plug the dildo up into Meguru’s ass fully. The hybrid beneath you squealed softly, body twitching under you. With some maneuvering, you’d settle yourself finally down along the backs of Meguru’s thighs in a reversed amazon. The warmth of your ass against the spread of his legs made you smile inwardly, hands patting along the sides of his thighs. They’d changed in their travel to the space between your shared legs, fingers carefully finding and guiding his cock up against the sopping of your hole. Your grip forced him into a teasing with cruel rubs against the soft of your lips to get him hard again. Meguru’s voice was choked, damn near a babble that was melodic to you; “C-can I? Can I, can I?”

“Hmmm,” you hummed, head tilting a little as your smile was for yourself only at that moment. Eyes were hungry, staring down at your body in anticipation as hands blocked the view of his cute cock in their guiding.

“Please? Please?” He begged, unable to rut, but desperate in the way voice grew shrill in it’s fast, airy cadence; “I-I’ll be good, I won’ move, I’ll le’ you doanything’, I’ll listen, I-I promise good! Please, please, please?”

The arduous and careful sink of yourself down along his shaft made Meguru’s whines loud in the tild of his head back. The movement spread his thighs out to allow for your ass to slide down and bury his cock slowly. Inch by inch, your walls were stretched and relief was brought to that burn deep in your cunt. You sighed, satisfied, cheeks flush and flaring heat. God, he felt good. Big, perfect, curved in such a way that soft head pressed up against your lower walls and made cunt clench. Meguru’s babbling had been strangled by a bellow, eyes closing as body melted beneath you. You’d wanted badly to taste further in that moment, but your own anticipation and eager desire compelled you to carefully lift yourself up enough for cock to glide - inches - out before dipping yourself back down again. Your ride wasn’t gentle, but it wasn't too hard, either. It’d be somewhat heavy in your lifting and lowering of pretty ass with the noted sound of skin against skin, a soft clap in every drop. 

Cunt greedily oozed along the thick of his cock at every stroke, leaking down his balls and circling around the thin of the dildo’s flare. Meguru’s mind stopped. Jaw hung slack and limbs lay limp in his arms’ curl into his chest. Drool dripped and eyes hazily watched the round of your ass bounce along his cock. Your pleasuring of yourself was luxurious; a constant bounce paired with fluctuating rhythms of fingers rubbing against your clit. Cunt would spasm and constrict when angle was found, and with your own slack jaw you chased that bubbling tension and pleasure rawly. Head of his cock had found the right spot inevitably with the tilt forward of your hips, pressing and rubbing against the deepest parts of your cunt in a quickening pace that made you tremble. 

“Ohhh, fuck,” you hissed when cunt gripped and flexed. Due to the forced angle, cock stayed balls deep, but squirt gushed around him in an unsteady trickle. Meguru cried pitifully at the sudden spike in both heat and claustrophobia, your walls hugging him so tightly that his own ass clenched down to cope but only found the silicone cock there to mirror your pleasure.

Body beneath you fractured under the pressure, shaking horribly as cock throbbed inside of you. While you could have been seen as greedy, you absolutely weren't cruel; when you’d felt him begin to swell, pussy was forced down further. Fucks grew shallower until, finally, that familiar ache of a cock swelling too large filled in place and locked the two of them together. Meguru’s wails of pleasure had died to shifting, broken snivels. Body twitched in it’s tremors beneath you for a few minutes until you had felt the dog ease into stillness. Your breath was heavy at first, gradually returning as the seconds had ticked by. Cunt burned hot, steadily being filled in noticeable flashes of warmth that made your stomach flutter. It's always been a challenge to take his entirety, but you’d always liked the feeling regardless of competition. A challenge that would remain undefeated as plug inevitably failed, cum oozing around his knot inside of you and dripping onto the sheets. Happily, your hand had crawled along your features down to rub at your clit languidly but doggedly. In return, the swell and ache of your cunt had forced it to spasm and squirt lazily and wet in it’s squelches. Perhaps it’d been the added slickness or the gaping of your cunt, but, finally, knot loosened in it’s swell and was forced out with a stick pop. Cum poured in an impressive river, where it streamed down onto his own entrance that had kept that silicone knot loyally deep inside.

It’d taken you some minutes to fully recover, where arms shook when you’d extended their effort to lift you up and off of his thighs. You’d dropped with a flared kneel onto the bed, glancing over your shoulder with a hazy smile. At the sight of his fucked out expression - rosy cheeks, glazed eyes, and tired open maw pant of his mouth - a sense of pride bubbled in your chest. Yellow blinked in slow exhaustion, long lashes glistening wet.

“Feel better?” you offered innocently, regaining the sensation in your legs vaguely as the seconds ticked onwards.

Meguru uttered a cute sound. It was clear as day; mind was strung out, void of anything other than simply breathing and recovering in that moment. If he’d felt pain in his thighs from remaining stretched and holding your weight, Meguru couldn’t feel it. The dog felt raw. Any slight breeze or touch against his most sensitive areas made him whine. Jaw trembled, tongue lolling, your scent along his nose as your cunt’s taste had dried along his face. You’d crawled to his side, where thighs rested beside his head in your kneel along the bed. Smile to him was sweet, hand cradling along his cheek affectionately.

“I’ll consider that a yes,” you’d grinned, a confident smugness radiating from you.

The dog’s tail wagged against the sheets, seeming to affirm the statement. The warmth of his cheek nuzzled into the soft of your palm, earning your attention. Yellow eyes beamed up at you, their glassy haze oddly pretty as they lingered on your image.

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HELLOOOOOOOO!!!!

Carrying over from the previous puppy leon ask, I was thinking about hybrid dog vendetta leon, just finding him on your porch, just laying down behind one of the chairs. He hasn’t knocked on your door to ask for food, he never will. He’s at rock bottom, he doesn’t want to eat anymore, all he wants to do is sleep and listen to your music thats muffled outside. One day you take the trash out and you notice him and he’s too numb to be scared of any potential consequences, expecting the worst out of you, but instead he gets his cheek rubbed and scratchies behind the ears. And then hes being carried into your home, soft praises being mumbled into his ear, and he has a warm bath and a hot meal waiting for him. All the dirt and grime is cleaned off, theres a warmth in his belly again, and he’s laid in your bed. And he just looks up at you with all the adoration in the world. He’s someone’s little angel now, their sweetheart, their baby. It’s too good to be true, one day he’ll be thrown out once you realize how sad and useless he is, he can’t even do the bare minimum of being the happy, comforting dog he’s supposed to be. But it doesn’t seem to matter to you, you call him a good boy all the same and just hold him, kissing his forehead and his freshly washed hair. You’re happy with him now, oddly enough, his curious sniffing and his big eyes staring up at you makes you smile. Maybe you will get tired of him one day (no you won’t), but at least right now there’s someone who loves him. Right in this moment, he’s loved, he’s cared for. That’s more than he’s ever had in the past. And maybe instead of worrying, he should just lean into the affection. So he does. He wraps his arms around your waist and licks your cheek, a silent thank you, and he buries his face into your neck, a wetness soaking through your sweater, and eventually he falls asleep, warm and happy, and at home.

-🌷

OLD MAN DOG HYBRID LEONNNN!!!! SCRATCHES UP MY WALLPAPER!!!!! The way his exhaustion would soak through his skin, he can't even muster a growl as he sits behind your porch chairs in the pouring rain. You frown, and he's sure you're going to tell him to piss off and bug someone else. But instead you seem.. soft. Leaning down to rub his cheek, running a hand over his hair to scratch behind his ear. It's been so long since he'd been touched with such tender care, leaning his head into the scritching with an exhausted sigh. Hardly registering how you straighten him and sling him into your home.

"Poor thing.." You mumble, and he can't help but agree. He's pitiful compared to his younger self. Yet you don't say it as an insult, moreso as a worry. Gently brushing the hair from his face as you carefully shed his clothes and settle him into a hot bath. How long had it been since he'd had a proper bath? With you gently working soap over the dirt caking his skin and combing the knots from his hair. He doesn't growl, or snap, he just stares at the bottom of the tub aimlessly. Only making out the soothing tone of your voice as you wash out and off the suds. "There you go, good boy." Oh, he hasn't heard that in so long.

He's not a fan of the hair dryer, but that's okay. He doesn't bite and nip at the air with an angrily stiff tail, he's grown out of that phase. So he only grumbles mentally at the whir of the fan.

But the huffs stop when he realises the reason you left him alone in the tub for a moment (and he, as a good boy, remained sat and stayed) was because you were washing and drying his clothes. Just a quick five minute rinse and wash in the sink, a fast run through the dryer. It'd been so long since he'd relished in the smell of washing detergent, the softness of clean linen and cotton. His tail swishes, working the fabric over his now clean body before carefully treading downstairs, ears up and eyes wide and nose sniffing. Taking in the aura of your home, the comfort. But he could smell it. Food. Warm, hot food.

When he does make it downstairs there you are, setting a bowl of steaming food down on the dining table with a soft smile. "That must feel better, huh buddy?" There goes his tail again, watching as you pat the seat. "C'mon, you're probably starving."

Even as he snuffles at the food before eating it, even as he wipes his mouth haphazardly with his hand out of habit rather than using a napkin, he looks around the house with curious eyes. Even after his belly is full and his heart is whole, you stay. You don't kick him to the curb after an act of kindness like he expected. Instead you pet over his wet hair, let him sniff at your neck and hands, his tail swaying. You're patient.

And patience is what he needed.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 12

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

M!troll x f!reader

1.2k words

(Also, ask box is always open, I am literally always vibrating out of my skin to talk about this man)

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Sometime ago Zen’jan had stopped purring and seemed to be entirely asleep on your lap. You kept combing out his hair as long as you could, stopping only when you could not reach anymore because how he was laying back. It was a marvel just how much hair he was shedding, your lap was covered in green hairs and you had amassed quite a pile next to you as you cleaned out the comb.

With his head tilted on your lap one of his ears was sticking up, much longer and pointier than an elf’s, and you could not help tracing your finger along the edge. Midway up his ear there was a sizable tear and numerous nicks all up and down the sides. He sighed in his sleep while you played with his ear, maybe one day you would get up the courage to do things like that when he was awake too.

He seemed happy, a strange realization you had as you watched him doze. Sure he had smiled and joked with you a bit in the last month, but this was different, this was actual genuine happiness.

And it was weird to realize you were pretty happy too. For the first time in your life you were able to go where you wanted and do what you wanted. You had free reign to roam the city without being dogged by attendants chaperoning you around and deciding where you were allowed. You could go where you wanted, talk to who you wanted, just do what you wanted.

Maybe what was the most weird was without a doubt you knew Zen cared about you. You were not sure if you could call it love, from either of you, but he truly did everything he could to take care of you.

Your hand drifted from his ear back to his hair, he was shedding much less now as you ran your fingers through it. It was the dense, thick second layer to his hair seemed to be what was mainly shedding, then there were the longer strands that laid on top and gave his hair its length. You found yourself just absentmindedly playing with his hair while you got lost in your thoughts.

“Having fun?”

Startled, you looked down to see Zen looking back up at you smiling.

“You do not have to wait until I fall asleep to touch me you know” he continued.

“How long have you been awake?” you asked.

“Since you were touching my ear”.

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“No, it felt nice and I figured you would stop if you knew I was awake”

He was right. You were not sure why but you still felt embarrassed by it.

“Are you getting hungry? I did not mean to fall asleep again, so by now you must be starving” he asked.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve eaten since breakfast yesterday”.

“Would you prefer to stay home and rest, or would you like to come with me?” he asked.

You thought about it for a moment, part of you just wanted to wrap up in blankets and stay in the warmth and safety of your home, the other part of you did not like the idea of being left alone.

“I’ll come with you” you decided.

The two of you walked the streets of the market quarter of the city, Zen close enough to be brushing against you at all times. It seemed he was making up for lost time now that you were comfortable with him touching you.

He happily let you lead the way to any food stalls that caught your attention and translated for you so you could ask questions about any foods you were not familiar with. It was a nice change just to walk around with him eating street food and chatting, sure you were still exhausted, but this was a good distraction.

“You just let me know where you want to go and what you want to do” he said and gave your shoulder a squeeze.

You yelped, your shoulder stung and felt raw when he touched it.

“I am so sorry, did I grab you too hard?” he asked, panicked by your reaction.

“No, no it’s not that, just stings” you said.

“Let me see” carefully he tugged the collar of your shirt aside to check on your shoulder, “How did you not feel this before, look”

You looked at the top of your shoulder, your skin was bright red and angry and stung where his fingers accidentally grazed it. The redness continued down the top part of your arm.

“From the sun yesterday, since your shoulders and arms were not really covered” he said, “We can get something for it on the way home”.

The two of you continued your walk, Zen insisting on buying all sorts of sweets and snacks for later. He paused in front of a small shop before ducking inside with you in tow. Herbs and plants overflowed from shelves and hung from the ceiling and an older troll woman sat behind the counter.

She called out in the troll language to the two of you and you smiled politely, not knowing what she said.

Zen however immediately launched into an animated conversation. You smiled while you watched him, he was much livelier speaking his own language, gesturing with his hands and emoting. You loved listening to him speak even if you did not know what he was saying, he always seemed happier using his language versus his stiff common.

The two of you left the shop with a small jar of something and made your way home.

“May I?” he asked as the two of you sat together at home on the bed. He was holding the little jar from the shop and gesturing to your shoulder.

You tugged the edge of your collar aside and Zen quickly got to applying whatever was in the jar. It was cold against your skin, but did help take the sting away. Gently he continued, moving on to your other shoulder and both arms. It was nice a nice feeling as he sat behind you, the quiet sort of intimacy of just helping someone.

You leaned back against him, resting your back on his chest and he lowered his head down on top of yours. You reached up and offered him some of the pastry you had been eating, though instead he planted a few soft kisses along the inside of your wrist, his gentle show of affection made your heart flutter a bit.

“Are you happy, Zen?” you asked.

“I am” his lips were still against your wrist as he spoke, “Are you?”

You thought about it again. You were in a city where you did not speak the language, your husband followed the lord of shadows and you were still avoiding unpacking your feelings about that, and in the last month you really had only made one friend. But you were happy, more than anything you were free.

“I am” you said.

“Good” he nuzzled the top of your head, “Do I still need to sleep on the floor?” he teased.

You turned sideways a bit and buried your face into his chest, “No, I think I really liked sleeping together earlier” you could not look at him while you admitted it.

“I am happy that you feel comfortable with me now”

You could hear his soft purr as he spoke.

Part 13

[fairsweetlonging]

more peak lord preen abilties!! with inspiration from @sillygoofyqueer <3

yue qingyuan is the most thorough and gentle preener, having the experience to know what to do, but he never seeks out shen qingqiu for it and never asks because he's afraid to cross a line (also sometimes the hesitance makes shen qingqiu nervous and the barely-there touches can be a sensory nightmare)

liu qingge is a little harsh but he tries his best, definitely needs a lot of guiding, but is very good if there's a deep rooted itch and much needed shedding; also is hesitant to volunteer even though he will fight others for it; has taken shen qingqiu for flights on his sword so he can still feel the wind in his wings when without a cure acts up; has definitely had shen qingqiu sprawled out across his lap in bliss once and is still riding that high

mu qingfang is a gentle, diligent preener, always has tea and cakes at the ready, but he tends to go into long talks of wing disease and parasites and does without a cure need checking..? probably was the first one to notice shen qingqiu's feather picking behavior. is really good at freeing ripe pin feathers. is the third dog sneaking away with the bone when the other peak lords are fighting each other over whose turn it is to help out

shang qinghua isn't the best preener, he mostly runs his fingers through the feathers and pulls a little too hard, but he can yap shen qingqiu into next week and keep up conversation when shen qingqiu doesn't feel like talking; one time shen qingqiu tried to lean against him and tuck one leg, but shang qinghua misunderstood and stepped away and shen qingqiu fell over; has been given a wing-hug

qi qingqi is a good preener with an eye for detail, and her gossip is always fresh, but her combing is not for the weak! some of her disciples keep asking for feathers for personal projects (they're so pretty and shiny!); she's encouraging shen qingqiu to use his wings to fight

wei qingwei will pick shen qingqiu up and kidnap him to his peak to sit him down for tea and wingcare if he notices his wings are disheveled; is a total dad about it, casually reaching out to fix stray feathers or gently pull out a loose one whenever

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bonus binghe!

binghe has a collection of feathers he found while cleaning shizun's room

he can't get enough of the way shizun's wings flap and floof up when he's eating binghe's food

keeps trying to add stuff to shen qingqiu's nest (he tried his own robes once, but it didn't work), wants desperately to be invited in

is jealous of everyone who's been allowed to preen shizun's wings (he's the head disciple and shizun's favorite, cleaning the house and cooking food, it should be his job to do wingcare!!)

[thisapplepielife]

Written for a @astrangersummer.

Save it For a Rainy Day

Week #9 Prompt: Where It All Started | Word Count: 1950 | Rating: T | POV: Wayne | Characters: Wayne, Eddie, Steve | Pairings: Wayne & Eddie, Steddie | CW: Eddie's Rough Start in Life, Parental Neglect, Language, S4 Canon | Tags: Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Taking in Eddie, Eddie and Steve Meet as Kids, Haircuts and Swimming Playdates, Fix-It, Happy Ending

He's so little. 

That's the only thought Wayne has, over and over again. He's so goddamn little. With lank, limp hair, all snarled and knotted, matted. Unkempt. Dirty. Dark circles under his sullen eyes. He's small, but at the same time he looks every bit of a hardened fifty-five, at all of seven-years-old.

He didn't look like that the last time Wayne had seen him. 

And Wayne is sick that he's deteriorated to this point, in just two years time. At five, he had been a happy, wild boy. All snips, snails and puppy dog tails. 

With a loud mouth and big, round cheeks.

Al swore he was fine, that they both were, on the rare occasions when he'd call after losing Betts and Wayne had believed him. Until the social worker was on his front steps, Eddie standing there, head bowed, so utterly serious.

"Do you want me to find someone to try and comb it out, or would you like to shave it and start over?" Wayne asks, and Eddie just shrugs. Still not talking, still buried deep within his shell.

Wayne's not going to decide for him. Thinks it should be his decision, but knows it can't stay like this either, even if he doesn't have it in him to start dragging a comb through it. He knows that'll hurt, and he can't do it to Eddie. Won't. 

"When you decide, you let me know," Wayne says, hoping he'll decide sooner rather than later.

It takes three days, but Eddie finally comes up behind Wayne on the couch, and taps him on the shoulder, and makes the motion for shaving his head.

"Okay, I'll get you an appointment," Wayne tells him, because he wants to do this right, and not leave Eddie with the memory of Wayne shaving his head in the kitchen of the trailer. Maybe that's cowardly, but he'd rather push that off on a professional. 

Eddie is sitting on the little wooden board the hairdresser placed over the arms of her chair to make him taller, the hydraulic lift hadn't even been enough to get him where she needed him, and he somehow still looks little.

She gently, oh so gently, takes the clippers to Eddie's hair, shaving off strips, as she talks him through each pass. Eddie seems fine with it, there are no tears, but no smiles either.

This was the right call. A beauty shop, not a barber. Wayne's own barber does just fine on his own hair, but wouldn't have been so delicate with Eddie, and right now, Wayne's pretty sure his boy needs a soft touch.

There's another boy in the chair next to Eddie, probably the same age, but he's so much larger, and more animated. Studying every move of her hand as she barely trims anything off his thick head of hair. He doesn't need the booster board, even if Wayne suspects he's younger than Eddie.

"Nanny Louisa, can I get my haircut like that?"

She laughs, "Steve. Your mother would have both of our hides. We all have very strict orders for your haircut and you know it." 

"Aw, man, it looks so cool," Steve whines, and if Wayne isn't mistaken, that's Richard Harrington's boy. And if that's true, there's no way he's leaving here with his head shaved, that's for damn sure.

And then, as if it were a miracle, Eddie smiles. It's small, faint, barely there. But it's a goddamn smile, aimed at the other little boy that is watching as Eddie's hair falls down all around his chair and onto the floor.

The Harrington boy doesn't win, and only gets a trim, but Eddie has straightened up on the board. Not nearly as withdrawn as he was when they entered the shop.

Maybe shedding all that damaged hair feels like a new start. Wayne sure hopes so, because they're gonna need all the help they can get.

When he's all brushed off, and the plastic cape removed, the hairdressers each hand Eddie and the Harrington boy a coupon for a free ice cream cone at the shop down on the corner. It's a perk for being good in the chair, and they both earned it today.

Eddie clutches his coupon in his little hands.

"Do you want to save that, or get it now?" Wayne asks, and Eddie looks torn. That isn't the look Wayne wants on his face, so he quickly amends his question, "Or both? You can save your coupon for a rainy day, and we can still get ice cream now," Wayne offers.

"Really?" Eddie says, looking so hopeful, and it's the most beautiful word Wayne's ever heard in his whole life.

"Really," he reassures, "you save it until you want to use it. And I'll buy, today."

"Can we go get ice cream, too, Nanny Louisa?" the Harrington boy asks, and she looks reluctant, but finally nods. She couldn't let him get his head shaved, but ice cream, that's probably a much more doable request.

Wayne sits at the table with Louisa and makes the world's most uncomfortable small talk, as the boys sit at another table together, and jabber back and forth. Well, Steve is doing most of the talking, but Eddie, his sweet Eddie, has said more in the past thirty minutes than he has in the past week, and Wayne doesn't care who has gotten those words out of him, he'll be grateful. 

When the cones are gone, both boys appear at the side of the table, "Eddie's coming over tomorrow to swim," Steve announces. 

"Oh, is he?" his nanny asks, teasing Steve, and Wayne smiles. 

"He is. His uncle will bring him," Steve says with a confidence that things will always go his way in life, and Wayne hopes that rubs off on Eddie, just a little bit.

"I will?" Wayne teases, and Eddie meets his eyes, and Wayne nods. "If it's okay with Miss Louisa, I think that could be arranged."

"I don't know how to swim," Eddie admits on the way home, and Wayne laughs.

"Maybe you shouldn't have made a swimming playdate then, kid," Wayne teases, and Eddie laughs, a small quiet laugh. But it was a laugh. Wayne heard it.

"Yeah," Eddie says, and then he's quiet for a stretch, "could you teach me?"

Wayne isn't so sure that's his area of expertise, but he supposes he could try, "Yeah, I can try."

Knowing Eddie would be far too embarrassed to go to the public pool, Wayne takes Eddie out to the swimming side of Lover's Lake.

Wayne, not sure the last time he's even been in shorts, wades out in the water in his cut-off jeans, surely blinding the boaters a mile out with his white legs, as Eddie walks in beside him.

And Wayne teaches him, always staying within an arm's reach. And Eddie swims. It might not be the fancy strokes that the Harrington boy can surely swim, in his private pool with his private swimming lessons. 

But Eddie's doing it, and Wayne feels like maybe, just maybe, he's finally done something right for the kid today.

Eddie's laughing, and splashing, a quick study, and Wayne lets him paddle around for as long as he wants, until the sun threatens to sink beyond the horizon. 

Once back on shore, Wayne wraps him up in a towel, just one from the house, and gets him back into the truck.

"I'm starving," Eddie says.

"The downside to going swimming, I'm afraid," Wayne answers, but swings by Benny's Burgers on the way home, getting them both a burger, fries and a milkshake. Ice cream twice in one day is fine, Wayne's pretty sure, since Wayne's celebrating the first good day they've had since Eddie got here.

Anything the kid wants, forever, Wayne will do his best to make happen.

In the morning, Wayne brings Eddie by Melvald's General Store, to let Eddie pick out a beach towel from the rack. Eddie combs through them, so serious as he checks out the options: Star Wars and Barbie and Huckleberry Hound.

"Garfield!" Eddie finally declares, and Wayne supposes that's the one. 

"Garfield, great choice," Wayne says, taking the towel to the counter so they can pay for it. So Eddie won't be embarrassed bringing a fraying old towel from home. So he'll have something new, and fun, that he picked out all for himself. 

Wayne probably should have washed it first, but he's not that organized, and Eddie'll live. Wayne pulls off the tag and hands it over, and Eddie hugs it to his chest.

Pulling into the circle drive at the Harrington's is weird, to say the least. He's never set foot on the property, and never imagined he ever would. But, Eddie's brought a lot of changes, and if Eddie likes this other little boy, and he's kind, Wayne will be polite and make his boy happy in any way he knows how.

That evening, when he picks Eddie up, he's tired, and a little sunburnt, but rattling off information about his new friend and all their grand plans for the summer vacation.

And as time always goes, that summer flew by too fast, and before Wayne knew it, years had passed. The boys drifted apart as fast as they became friends. As kids do. By high school, Wayne hasn't heard the name Steve Harrington from Eddie's mouth in years. 

But that summer, that first summer, Wayne will forever be grateful for him. For Steve Harrington, Garfield beach towels, and more ice cream cones than he could ever begin to count. To swimming, and fishing, and playing in the backyard. 

To the little kid that made his boy smile again.

And when Steve Harrington, now grown into a man, shows up on Wayne's doorstep, Eddie's denim vest clutched in his hands, filthy and blood-stained, Wayne lets him inside without a word. 

Wayne takes one look at him, and tells him to wait there. 

He has to dig, but he finally finds Eddie's piggy bank in a cardboard box that he'd packed from the remnants of the trailer, and pulls out the bottom plug. Change falls out, clattering onto the desk. 

But inside, there's a slip of paper. Folded to fit, and dirty from spending so much time hanging out amongst the coins.

Wayne clutches it in his hand, and when he presses it into Steve's palm, trading him for the vest, Steve looks down at it, his eyes wet and red-rimmed.

Wayne starts, "I don't know if you remember-"

"Of course I remember," Steve cuts him off. 

"Well, I thought today might be that rainy day."

Steve laughs, and sniffles a little, both at the same time.

"This ice cream shop has been closed for years," Steve says, but he's finally smiling, just a little. 

Eddie's not here to do it himself, not here to coax out that smile, so Wayne's repaid the debt for Eddie himself. 

"Yeah, well…" Wayne trails off.

"But it is, you know," Steve says, "that rainy day. So, thank you."

And months later, Eddie shows up on Wayne's doorstep again. Dirty, his hair matted, and eyes downcast. Thin, worn to the bone, and as silent and stoic as he had been at seven. Wayne asks no questions. The answers don't matter right now. Instead, he pulls on him, hugging him tight, welcoming him home.

They've done this before, and they can do it again. And Wayne's grateful to have the opportunity. He was so sure he'd never see him again.

Then, after Wayne's gotten Eddie settled, and Eddie is standing in front of the bathroom mirror, combing out his own hair, Wayne excuses himself, heading for the kitchen to call Steve Harrington.

Wayne tells him to bring ice cream.

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[carmenberzattosgf]

thouts ab carm carm my DARLING slice of parm??? alwayz <3333

currently daydreaming my hours away thinking ab how nice the weight of his noggin would feel laid on like. the abdomen area if that makes snenses? likeee wauuuaaa so comfy and warm and a nice lil amount of pressure it would fix me it would SOOOO fix me rn.... wanna pet him...like when you get those big dogs like staffordshire terriers j laying on u for snuggles?? yea that. oughe...fack...warm strong hands...knead me like dough....ohhh im gonna scream. wheres my microwaveable plush bear.... -best regards, the other olive <3, kissa kissa smoochie

( carm carm slice of parm *sobs*) I THINK ABOUT THIS SO OFTEN. I need him to lay on me in a non sexual way just for the pressure.

Sobbing thinking about this in the middle of Chicago winter. Carmy getting off of work early and making his way to your place to find you laying on the couch with the heater on. Him just snuggling his face into your tummy after shedding off the winter layers because you’re so warm and soft :( His hands would slip underneath your shirt to rub at your sides, trying to massage away any of your stress.

Your hands take to gently combing out his curls, getting out any of the small knots that have developed from the day. Once all the knots are out, you can rub your fingertips on his scalp, which calms him all the way down instantly.

Eventually, Carmy will get up and make you both dinner. For now though, he’s content to take a small nap, resting on your stomach. He’s honestly never slept better.

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↬|Atsushi|

• Oh he's so dramatic... (Even though he hugs you all night and rubs his head against you, or he might purrs like a big cat.)

• Because of the rules of the orphanage, he has a habit of waking up early in the morning, but the first thing he does when he sees you next to him is to blush and cover his mouth with his hands so that you don't hear him gasp.

• Then he puts his hand on his heart, because he feels that it beats very strongly and you might wake up from its sound!

• He stays in the same position for a long time and cannot even move.

• After he calms down, he finally finds the courage to sit up.

• He's still staring at you though, hoping you don't wake up.

• After shyly walking away from you, he quietly goes to the bathroom and then waters his favorite flowers.

• He tries to prepare breakfast and waits for a while for you to wake up and eat together.

• If you're still asleep, he'll probably have a hard time letting himself get close to you again.

• Then he tries to call you very shyly.

• He whispers your name very softly and after a while he touches your cheek with his finger.

• He greets you softly after you wake up.

• Of course, after you kiss his cheek, and say good morning to him, his heart starts beating fast again...

• One of his favorite things to do in the morning is to talk to you.

• He likes to ask you about what you dreamed and tell you that he slept very well because you were with him.

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↬|Akutagawa|

• Most likely, he only slept for a few hours last night and had constant nightmares.

• He's also an early riser... 'cause he can't sleep anyway...

• He barely opens his eyes, even though he still can't see clearly or think straight, sure enough the first thing he does is put his finger under your nose to make sure you're breathing.

• After his anxiety subsides, he takes a deep breath and tries to blink to see more clearly.

• He also covers his mouth with his hand to control his coughing and not wake you up suddenly.

• He may stare at the ceiling for a long time. After that, he looks at you.

• He doesn't want you to be bothered by his cold hands, so he just caresses your face very gently with his finger. He gently brushes your hair away from your face.

• He doesn't like much physical contact, so the fact that he's lying next to you on a same bed is a huge achievement for you to show off and be proud of...

• In the past, he would just lie in bed and wait for the sun to fully rise and the alarm clock to ring, so that he could wake up and go about his missions. But now... instead of just staring at the ceiling or reluctantly eating, he can look at you.

• Of course, before the alarm clock rings, he gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen to prepare your favorite tea or coffee. That's why you never see his sleeping face.

• Like I said, he doesn't like much physical contact, but if you hug him from behind and kiss his cheek and say good morning, he'll appreciate it.

• However, he complains to you and asks you to wash your hands and face and brush your teeth as soon as possible.

• Is your hair long? So combing and styling your hair is his new responsibility. He might be a little harsh, but boys who have younger sisters definitely know how to braid hair. so... just trust him and be patient and don't scream... please.

• He might also nag about how much shedding your long hair is. Of course, he won't be upset at all if he notices a strand of your hair on his coat during a dangerous mission, for sure he won't even remove it from his coat.

• Well, living with the hound of mafia is a bit tough, you can't expect him to take you to work or school/university.

• Sometimes you have to live without him for a week, and sometimes he has to leave the house very early in the morning before you wake up.

• Most of the time, though, you leave the house early, while he nags behind you and insists that you to be careful, don't forget anything, and be sure to call him after you reach your destination.

• and Weekends? Well, Rashomon throws you out of bed by pulling the blanket, then the hard day of cleaning begins, which begins with a double bath...

• (You're not supposed to do anything but wash yourself in the bathroom, yeah... In fact, you are there by his side so that his thoughts are at ease when he closes his eyes and washes his hair.)

• Then you can decide what movie to watch, or invite Gin to go to the amusement park together.

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↬|Dazai|

• There are several different ways for starting your morning with Dazai.

• One way is when he's mumbling and flirting with you in his sleep. He hugs you tightly and doesn't let you get out of bed.

• In the end, it makes you arrive late to work for the thousandth time in a week.

• The second way is that he wakes up earlier than you because of a nightmare, although he tries not to wake you up at all.

• He stares at you and strokes your hair.

• Of course, after making sure you've rested enough, he'll start teasing you.

• He tickles you and asks you to wake up because he is 'hungry' and wants you to make him breakfast.

• Finally, you have to throw the pillow in his face to shut him up.

• And the third way is that you wake up with his screams, you run around the house sleepily to find the source of the screams and finally...

• You find him getting himself into trouble again with a failed suicide attempt.

• Anyway, you wake up and have a long and busy day ahead of you.

• First you have to make breakfast for him so that he stops talking continuously.

• He may act like a child, but he really loves watching you. While you are wearing his shirt without pants and with a messy hair, you prepare breakfast for him.

• He likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin on your head.

• After breakfast, he will most likely asks to have a romantic double suicide with you, but when you reject him, he will lie back on the bed with a sad face and wait for you to take a shower...

• And most likely he will fall asleep again and you will have to try for a long time to wake him up.

• In any case, you will be late for work and hearing Kunikida's reminders will become a routine for you.

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↬|Chuuya|

• One of the usual routines is that he's been drunk all night and now in the morning he won't even wake up to the ear-splitting sound of the alarm, so you wake up the sleeping beauty with a kiss.

• What an honor you have received, he's drowned in his dreams and you can do whatever you like to him.

• However, when you're busy watching his face, he suddenly hugs you and you roll on the bed.

• And a long time for your cuddling-routine in the morning, enjoying each other's warmth and company for awhile before you jump into the day.

• after your cuddle time, you'll get out of bed for a shower and he would stay there...in bed...thinking about you untilI he falls back a sleep. When you come back, he's still laying in bed, so you jump on top of him to wake him up again...

• After you cuddle and kiss each other passionately (again), you talk a bit, have deep conversation about each other's days and what are the plan for today.

• To be honest, it's the greatest gift in the world for him. Having you by his side... Like you're the one and only person in this word he can trust with his heart, you make everything feel right for him.

• Let this wonderful man cook for you. Maybe at this moment, the eggs in the frying pan and Chuuya, who is standing shirtless and wearing an apron in front of the stove, are competing to be the hottest meal in the kitchen. (He's surely the winner)

• This man was born to be a great husband. I mean... a great husband will hug you and carry you to your desired destination as he walks through the roofs of buildings... right?

• Of course, you're not always the first to wake up. Sometimes he can also be an early riser.

• However, he can't be as romantic as usual.

• This time you'll see a little boy who plays with your hair, tickles you and repeatedly makes you sneeze by waving his hair in front of your nose. You may even feel a fly on your face in a dream and slap yourself.

• I must add that he is filming you with his camera. And those films are never going to be deleted.

• Sometimes when he goes on a mission and can't be with you at night, you should expect to find yourself overwhelmed by your favorite bouquets in the morning.

• While he's standing in front of your bed and looking at you with a big grin. (You miss me, don't you?)... you can read that in his eyes.

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↬|Tetchou|

• He's the type who wakes up early in the morning and wakes you up by force. I must say that if you're a sleep-lover (like me), waking up next to him will be the worst part of your life together.

• Although it's not like he treats you strictly, you are his lover, not a soldier...

• So he just grabs your shoulder and leads you to the bathroom. Without saying anything, he combs your hair and splashes cold water on your face.

• If you still resist waking up, he doesn't say anything, while your eyes are closed and you barely stand on your feet, he holds your chin with one hand and brushes your teeth with the other...

• I must say, this will be your daily routine! You can't escape this!... sorry

• Then you have to look at the strange foods he eats for breakfast.

• And you even go for a daily walk together, and if he feels that you are not physically active enough, you should also attend his *special* classes.

• Don't worry, he's trying to be nice to you.

• It's not that he wants to hurt you, he just wants you to be at your best.

• Surely he enjoys seeing you every moment, even though he doesn't talk much.

• He loves your sleepy face while you wait for him to brush your teeth. And even when you try to do difficult sport movements.

• But some days... for example, weekends... he also likes to stay in bed more. He will be surprised by this new habit... Anyway, it's not like you only have to be an influential person, he will also make changes in his life because of you...

• He is always the first one to wake up, and hugs you tightly. One of his favorite things is to hug you from behind and kiss the back of your neck while brushing your hair away.

• Another routine of yours is to spend several hours doing his hair. Surely this is his favorite time. When you put your hand in his hair...

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↬|Jouno|

• Well, he probably spent the whole night listening to your breathing and heartbeat. And he wakes up at 4 in the morning and starts his training.

• Unlike Tetchou, he doesn't want to wake you up (by force) at all.

• Instead, he does his own things... He will to take a shower and prepare breakfast by making the least noise.

• He'll wait for you to wake up, but don't think you're allowed to sleep until the noon...

• He may not talk to you much about the details of his work, but in general he likes to spend his morning talking with you.

• As you rub your sleepy eyes and sit behind the breakfast table, nagging about having to go to a class you don't like today; He just slowly pours you tea and shakes his head.

• Then he sits behind the table and asks you to read the newspaper for him, or turn on the TV and listen to the latest news.

• Usually the mornings are very calm with him, because he's not a noisy person and he doesn't like to spend his morning listening to a lot of noises.

• (He listens enough at night to all kinds of sounds you make.)

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↬|Fyodor|

• God never sleeps.

• So sorry for you, it's impossible to see his sleeping face.

• However, the main reason for all his strange behavior is because he doesn't care much about his health.

• You sleep in bed alone and wake up alone most of the time.

• You have to work on his habits for some time to improve them.

• For example, force him to eat or sleep on time and rest.

• After a while, he will slowly crawl into bed next to you in the middle of the night and in the morning you will find him next to you.

• He has a cold body, so in the morning when he hugs you, you wake up because of the cold.

• And of course he is awake and staring directly into your eyes.

• It's not that he's cold and serious all the time, he's definitely trying to be a little nicer to you. So you can expect a kind kiss on your forehead.

• He'll hug you tightly and not want to get out of bed. He likes the warmth of your body.

• He certainly can't eat a lot of food, so the best thing is to prepare this simple breakfast for him with a glass of hot coffee and some cookies and enjoy it together.

• I also don't think he enjoys morning baths. His body is still cold and tired and he doesn't want to take off his clothes.

• Maybe he will even ask you to forget about your work and sit on his lap and hug him for a long time.

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↬|Nikolai|

• I really can't imagine him lying on the bed let alone sleeping...

• Anyway, he is one of the characters that you are never going to see his face in sleep.

• He likes watching the sunrise. And you know what he likes more than that? staring at your face...

• One of his daily goals is to be the first thing you see when you wake up.

• He looks at you with a very, very big smile and prepares to say good morning to you and tell you how beautiful you are even with that messy hair.

• He likes a lot of physical contact, so you have to force him out of the bathroom to get some privacy.

• Breakfast?... Well, one thought I don't like is that he finds something to eat from his coat.

• So if you don't like this idea either, you have to start cooking something for yourself.

• I feel like if he goes to the kitchen, you will go to the hospital.

• I'm not sure, but I feel like he hasn't brush his hair in a long time, so combing his hair is a good idea. He may try to change the subject at first, but you can easily satisfy him to sit and let you brush his hair.

• Once he feels your fingers in his hair, you become his personal hairdresser and you have to comb and braid his hair every morning.

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↬|Sigma|

• He usually likes to be the small spoon. While he rubs his head on your neck and chest and expects you to caress his head.

• Surely, when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is his smile, even if he is sleepy, he has a smile on his face.

• He's very fond of physical contact and unlike our shy tiger boy, he's an honest cat who's very serious about what he wants from you.

• For example, he wants you to hug him tighter and kiss his face or stay longer in bed together.

• You eventually have to get out of bed though, because he shouldn't be late running his beloved casino. So while you tidy up and brush your teeth, he tries to prepare a breakfast.

• Maybe he didn't care about his own food before, but now he has to worry about meals because of you.

• While eating breakfast, he explains the list of things that you have to do and asks you for your opinion about the things that he likes to do.

• He will certainly spend some of his time to choosing your clothes; This is one of his favorite things to do for you.

• And until you go about your business, he keeps coming towards you and asking you to kiss him.

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[laurasimonsdaughter]

Burning a shapeshifter's skin

I came across this werewolf folktale from France, in which a man saves a strange woman from the werewolf curse by burning the skin she uses to transform:

A hunter from Montrond had returned to a cabin at a time when the people of the mountain had left their cabins. After a while he heard a loud noise; he hid in a corner and saw the door in the middle of the barn open, and a werewolf with a bear skin on its back came into the cabin. He shed his skin and a beautiful young girl emerged. She lit a fire in the hearth. She had beautiful big hair and she started combing and grooming herself. When he saw this, the man came out of his hiding place and grabbed the girl by the hair; she began to scream and struggle, but nothing helped: he held her with force and, with his other hand, he took her bearskin and set it on fire. When it was completely destroyed, she thanked him wholeheartedly for freeing her of that thing. (Collected from Philomène Sambuis by Joisten Charles in 1961)

Despite the presence of violence, the story frames this as an act of kindness. I'm rather glad it doesn't end with her marrying him, but it did make me wonder why I've never seen a folktale where the animal skin of a selkie or swan maiden is burned...

One the one hand it makes sense, because werewolves are generally seen as cursed humans while selkies and swan maidens are born shapeshifters. But on the other hand, while burning a werewolf's skin or belt is a common theme (Dutch examples), there are also tales about werewolves who scream and flee in rage or terror when their skins are burned (Het weerwolfsvel verbrand). And there are plenty of fairy tales who use this trope in various ways:

• In many variants of the Romanian tale "The Enchanted Pig" a prince is cursed to be a pig but can take his skin off at night to become a human. When his wife burns the skin he is furious and she has to redeem herself. Sometimes it is implied the curse would have lifted on its own if she had been patient, but in others he just seems angry she did it at all.

• The Russian tale "The Tsarevna Frog" is similar. The Tsarevitch who marries a cursed maiden burns her frog skin and has to suffer for it. Because instead of breaking her curse it turns her into a swan that flies away for him to rescue.

• In the some versions of "Hans my Hedgehog" burning the hedgehog skin is punished too, while in some it cures the shapeshifting (even while in some cases the hedgehog wasn't born to humans, but was an adopted animal, like in the Indian stories about a crab husband). But in the Grimm's version Hans specifically instructs to burn his animal skin so he can be human permanently.

• In the folktale "The Dog Bride" from the Santal Parganas in India a herdboy marries a dog after seeing it shed its dog skin and become a beautiful maiden. She only turns human when her husband is asleep, but one night he manages to catch her and burns her skin, leaving her permanently in her beautiful woman shape. The story does not say she was cursed.

• In the story "The Mouse Maiden" from Shri Lanka the princess does seem to have been cursed to shapeshift between a girl and a mouseling, but she weeps when her husband burns her mouse jacket at the advice of her mother.

• The girl in the Greek tale "The Goat Girl" seems just as upset. She is the goat child born to a woman, who can shapeshift at will, and tries to throw herself into the oven her groom burns her goatskin in. It isn't clear if this is a compulsion or an act of grief.

• And there's also the tale "The Little Donkey", collected by the Grimms, in which a queen gives birth to a donkey who is then married to a princess and only then starts to turn human at night. The father of the bride burns the donkey skin, but unlike the other shapeshifters on this list (except for the Mouse Maiden) the donkey prince does not even notice until the next morning. He is terrified and tries to flee, until the king begs him to stay.

All this to say, these folktales are very divided on whether burning a shapeshifter's animal skin is the right thing to do. And it does not always depend on whether you are dealing with a cursed human or a born shapeshifter either! So I really wonder if there really aren't any folktales about selkies or swan maidens that involve the (attempted) burning of their skin, or if I just haven't found them yet...

[only-lonely-star]

can you PLEASE do soda or the gang x reader with an afro💕💕💕

Sodapop Curtis x Afro!Reader (HCs)

Warnings: None!

Author’s Note: I wasn’t sure if these were requested to be platonic or romantic. The more romantic ones are towards the bottom! I hope you all enjoy :))

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I think he’s such a gentleman in general that it’s sort of drilled into his mind to ask for permission to touch your hair instead of just going for it.

Soda would do a little 👐🏻 movement, just grazing his palms over the ends of your hair because “it just feels so nice”.

His usual hair-care routine is air-drying it after a shower, slathering a handful of grease onto it, and calling it a day. I feel like he would be tempted to offer you some just to see what it would look like with your hair texture.

“Soda, I can’t use that grease. I use oil.” “Oil, grease, same thing-!!”

I also think Soda would be absolutely baffled at first by how much time it takes to perfect your afro. Over time, he’d obviously get used to your routine and plan ahead.

Picks are EVERYWHERE. You might even beat Ponyboy’s outrageous collection of combs in his bathroom drawer.

This boy is JEALOUS of your volume. (If he tried to achieve more voluminous hair, I think he’d end up with the ice cream scoop style 😭)

If you two are cuddled up whether it be the backseat of a car or on a couch, he’d sniff your hair like a DOG. With all of the product in it, you’d carry such a familar scent that Soda is addicted to. Literally.

He’d take the time to learn how to style your hair and make sure he gets it right. He wouldn’t ever half-ass it.

Soda finds hair you’ve shed just about everywhere. His bed, the bathroom sink, the shower. It’s like a quiet reminder of his favorite feature of yours.

Helping you wash your hair feels so domestic. I can’t even explain it, you just have to imagine him grinning to himself, keeping his hands gentle with each stroke.

I apologize for this one being super short 😓. Thank you for reading regardless!

-Sophia 🫶🏼

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wasted 10

Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥

The other girl in this one is from Black Light

Part of The Club AU

You stopped being surprised by men a long time ago. So it hardly fazes you when Bucky sends a picture of a tackily short red dress with the caption, 'make sure you show some ass for my guy'. You roll your eyes but find something suitably similar. A darker shade but just as short; just as demeaning.

You do your make-up and grab a light jacket and your purse. You have the address and upon Googling, you find it's for a rather upscale restaurant on the far side of the city. The area code well outside your bank account's depth. You can spare some of your cut for an uber.

Your vigilant as you sit silently in the back seat. As you approach the restaurant, you look up and down the street, and across it. You're not stupid. It feels like a set-up, more than just a date, but you see no other way to get this jerk off your back.

You step out and strut across the pavement. You pull out your phone and re-read the message; 'reservation under Rogers'. Great. You're really not feeling this.

You enter and greet the hostess curtly, giving her the name for the table, and waiting with your hands folding around your purse. She offers to take your coat and hand it over, happy to shed the extra layer. She leads you along the bar and towards the back of the place. You take in each face, perusing all the seats, searching for that slimeball. Bucky is nowhere to be seen. That's hardly a comfort.

As you approach a booth, a figure slides across the seat and your eyes fall to the slender man from the cafe. Steve. He runs his hand over his neatly combed blond hair as his cheeks glow red. You try to smile. You feel suddenly bad for him. You wonder if he even knows about the blackmail.

"You look gorgeous," he greets breathless, "er, I'm sorry, hi. I... let's sit."

You nod as he waves you towards the table. You glide over the seat as the hostess promises a server will be with you shortly to get you drinks. Steve sits and mousishly inches closer and closer as you grab the wine menu.

"Nice place," you remark as you look up at the light hanging above you.

"Yeah, I... I thought so," the nerves tremble in his voice chords, "you do look really nice."

"Thank you, Steve," you face him, "I love your tie."

He reaches to touch the bowtie at his neck, smiling broader, "really? Bucky-- I, my friend, made fun of it."

"Don't listen to your friend. Better yet, find better friends," you scoff.

"Yeah, uh, it's just... he's... I, let's not talk about him."

"Let's not," you agree and reach to still his hand as he fidgets, "Steve, chill. This is weird but not awful. Let's order some wine and try to enjoy ourselves."

"Okay," his voice peaks and he clears his throat, bringing it back down to baritone, "yeah, that sounds great."

He stares at you and a genuine smile breaks through. He seems genuinely awe-struck by you. It's flattering. Men leer and lurk and loom, but something about him is disarming in a very sweet way.

"Well, looks like we're onto the small talk," you chuckle, "so, I work at the transit commission. I sell bus tickets. It's not exciting. At all. And doesn't pay well. So, what do you do?"

He stares at you, marveling, eyes sparkling, like you just said something absolutely amazing. He stutters and combs his fingers through his hair again, a shank sticking up as he brings his hands down to grip his jacket lapels. He chews his lips and blows out a breath.

"I'm an artist," he admits as he lowers his chin, "it's not very exciting either. I do online commissions. Nothing revolutionary. Mostly portraits of dogs."

"That's adorable," you say as you reach over to smooth his hair out. He flinches and peeks up at you. He bring your hand down to your chin and tilt his head up, "I wish I was creative. At all. I'd love to see some of your art. I mean, if you'd like to share."

"Oh, um, as long as it doesn't bother you for my phone to be out at the table," he teethes his lip sheepishly. You shake your head and shrug. He reaches under his brown jacket and takes out his phone, "this one... well... I did a portrait of this cat. For a friend. Cat's a real jack-- meanie," he corrects himself, "but pretty."

He shows you a crosshatching of a white cat, dignified and defiant. You smile. Yes, you see the attitude. He's captured it so well.

"Wow, that's amazing," you lean in, "I have a friend, she's the same way. She just sees the world so different and I could never..."

"Everyone makes their own type of art. Maybe yours is people. You make them feel... safe," he suggests.

You laugh but quickly stop yourself, "yeah, maybe."

Before the silence can grow awkward, a server approaches. Steve seems shy even with her. He searches the wine menu rather cluelessly and you make a suggestion which he accepts. The server promises to return with the bottle and lean back into the seat. He's looking at you again.

"Can I show you something else?" He asks. You nod. He flips through his phone and turns it towards you, "I drew this that day at the cafe. After you left. So I'd remember your face." It's a drawing of you, you look radiant and not your usual skeptical self. "I didn't think I'd see you again.”

“Funny how things turn out,” you say, “so, I wanna know more about your art. Do you have like a super awesome project you want to do one day? Like the Sistine Chapel or Mona Lisa?”

“Uh, I wouldn’t compare myself but… yeah, I have a few ideas,” he seems to come alive as he takes your bait. It eases the mood and chips away at your own wariness. If you have to be here, you may as well try to enjoy it.

[river3000]

An overview of Rachel Elizabeth Dare’s hair, and her hairbrush (and why the hairbrush should be appreciated more)

I’ve seen lots of people saying that Rachel bringing a hairbrush is unrealistic, and people with WAVY hair (which is way different from curly hair) saying it's unrealistic too, so this post is telling them why they’re wrong. So I LOVE Rachel, not just because she looks like me (same pasty, easily sunburned skin, and plethora of freckles; her poor bank account, spending so much on sunscreen), but also because I relate to her so much! One reason I relate to her is that HER HAIR LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE MINE, HER OFFICIAL ART HAIR LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE MY HAIR, way too curly, way too frizzy, and easily tangled. So, for all the straight-haired people reading this (also I will be showing this to all my friends, all of whom have straight or wavy hair, except one of them has two waves down the back of her hair and is delusional because she thinks her hair is curly) this is my hair brushing routine and other things about my hair so you understand what I mean when I say that taking care of hair like that is HARD:

I take a shower and use curly hair-specific shampoo (which is expensive)

I also do a wash-out untangle thing to make it easier to brush

I use curly hair-specific conditioner, a detangling spray, and two hair mask things to make the brushing easier

I use either a WET brush or a detangling brush, but usually the WET brush

I keep a spray bottle on hand to keep it wet the whole time

It takes at least 30-45 minutes for me to brush my hair

I wash my hair out again to get the conditioner and hair masks out

I use a wide tooth comb after that because water makes it a little tangled

Sometimes after that, I use a leave-in conditioner, but not often

If I brushed it for a fancy event or something then I use my diffuser to dry it, if not I braid it and go to bed because I take night showers unless it's a fancy event or sometimes a weekend

I sleep in a silk bonnet and use only a silk pillowcase

I can only brush my hair wet

I can’t run my fingers through it a lot

I have to go to a haircut place that specializes in curly hair

I can't brush it in the morning or casually

I brush it every three days because I can’t get it wet lots because that's bad for it

To get the Frizz™ that’s on the top of my head every morning to calm down when I put it up I wet it with my sink water

The only hair ties I can use in my hair on a normal basis are scrunchies

I only wear my hair down the day after or after I brush my hair

I wear it up every day

My friends can't do my hair a lot of the time unless I instruct them or find a tutorial video of a style of curly hair like mine, and they call me controlling when I do that

My friends with wavy hair say that wavy hair is harder to take care of than curly hair and I hate it because they don’t know what they’re talking about

If I don’t brush my hair it all becomes one giant matt on the back of my head and if that goes on too long it becomes painful and I get a scalp rash

Buying products is an expensive necessity

One I hadn’t brushed my hair for a week and when I took it down to redo my bun my friend looked at me in Horror™

Only one of my friends actually puts in the work to do my hair and helps me with it because she enjoys styling it and understands it’s hard to take care of after helping me brush it a few times, surprise surprise she’s my best friend

No hair clips, they get stuck in my hair

Once I was brushing it and my hairbrush just broke in half

I have an undercut that you can’t see with my hair down, just to make it easier to deal with; it’s an inch-or-half-an-inch-idk-which-one-thick, inch tall stripe that’s right above the back of my neck, at the base of my skull

I shed like a fucking dog

My hair also becomes so frizzy it looks like I brushed it dry when it's humid, and I live in a humid and hot place

Ginger hair makes you sunburn easier (and unable to tan)

I got bullied in school for being ginger because there’s something wrong with that in the minds of middle schoolers (I was also bullied for being gay and not ashamed of being queer but that’s not the point)

I would be called a leprechaun a lot as a kid, Saint Patrick's Day was and still is hell

Every time someone with straight hair complains about their hair being frizzy, I die a little more inside

Being pale an ginger, doing makeup, dying hair, and literally buying clothes is hard

especially makeup

I use the palest concealer they have at Target (it's called porcelain)

That’s all I can think of right now but I know there’s more. It’s entirely realistic that Rachel would bring a hairbrush because she has experienced all of this, and all of this started to happen to me when I was years younger than her. I said that I couldn’t brush my hair dry and Rachel could have had to, or maybe she would have waited for a part of the labyrinth with water to wet it and then brushed it, or had Percy use his water powers to wet it (Platonic Perachel is amazing, and I need more of it, they’re one of my fav brotps). So anyways guys, respect Rachel and stop questioning her hairbrush, they were in the labyrinth for a while, she needed that thing and it had done its fair share of service. That hairbrush has done more than being thrown at Kronos' eye.

[onboardsorasora]

bestie!! how would doggy daniel react to lots of fur/fluff coming out?? like max has to brush him and just clumps are falling out (he’s shedding)

the first time it happens when Max is combing his undercoat and clumps of hair is falling out! Daniel's looking between Max's unconcerned face and the hair piling up and hes worried. Because he doesn't shift, what did he know about shedding and how many different types of fur he had.

When another big clump just.... falls out he scrambles away from Max because he's got to be sick or something. He shifts back and is frantically checking the meds he recently started when Max comes to find him.

"Daniel is everything ok?"

"NO???? Am I going bald???" He starts parting his curls in the mirror.

"Daniel you're not going bald, youre just shedding because the season's changing."

"just shedding? just shedding? like i'm a dog???"

"Daniel... you are a dog." Max rolls his eyes and rubs Daniel's back soothingly. "C'mon, let me finish or else you're going to be uncomfortable and itchy."

Daniel looks at him like he doesn't trust him and Max bites back his grin. That would only make things worse. "I promise its normal. it didn't hurt right? it was just surprising?"

Daniel nodded haltingly.

"Ok good. I'll go slower, I promise."

Daniel eventually followed him back to the living room and shifted. Max makes sure to praise him and give him scratches while he finished up